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Warmer

By: Penelope Street



Madeline entered her flat, dropped her bags, set down her coffee, then rushed across her living room, intent on reaching her phone before the answering machine picked up. But she was too late. As she waited panting, she heard her own greeting followed by the ubiquitous beep.

"Hey, Baby," said a voice as the device began recording. "Are you there and just ignoring me or what? Call me."

Madeline recognized Daryl at once and was relieved she hadn't reached the phone in time. He only called her lately when he wanted something, and that something was usually sex. Madeline figured she'd get a new boyfriend when she had the time. Until then, well, Daryl wasn't that bad in bed; but she'd do the calling.

With a sigh, Madeline pressed the NEW button and the machine began to speak.

"Message 1. Tuesday. 10:12 A.M. 'Hello? Is anyone there? I'm trying to reach Madeline Atkins. Hello?...' "

Stupid telemarketer, thought Madeline, hitting the NEXT button.

"Message 2. Tuesday. 5:12 P.M. 'Hey baby. It's me. Call me.' "

Madeline shook her head as she pressed the NEXT button again.

"Message 3. Tuesday. 7:46 P.M. 'Hi, Maddy. This is Bryan. I found a website I think you should see. Give me a ring when you get a chance. Seven-two-eight, eighteen eighty-two. Bye.' "

What website could that little twerp have found that would interest me? she wondered, and pressed NEXT again

"Message 4. Tuesday. 8:03 P.M. 'Hey baby, where ya been? Did you get my first...' "

Madeline rolled her eyes as she hit the NEXT button.

"Message 5. Tuesday. 8:57 P.M. 'Hey, Baby. Are you there and just ignoring me or what? Call me.' "

There was a brief pause before the mechanical voice announced, "End of Messages."

Madeline picked up the phone and tried to recall Bryan's number. With some hesitation, she pressed the buttons then held the receiver to her ear and waited. 

Several rings later, a low, squeaky voice answered. "Hello?" 

"Hey, Bryan. It's Madeline. You said something about a website?"

"Maddy! Hey, how ya doin'?"

"Fine. The site?"

"Oh; yeah, that. Might be nothing, but I thought you'd want to see it. Just in case, well, you know, it might not be nothing."

"E-mail it to me."

"It's kind of, well, a different kind of site," stammered Bryan. "I don't want you to get the wrong idea or anything."

"Just send it already. I'm kinda busy."

"Alright," Bryan agreed. "But call me afterwards. I don't want you getting the wrong idea or anything."

"I will," Madeline said. "Call you, that is."

"Ok, I'll send it in a few minutes."

"Thanks, Bye."

"I'm just trying to be a good friend," Bryan insisted. "Don't go getting the wrong idea."

"I won't," Madeline snapped, not even pretending to disguise her impatience.

"Ok. Bye"

"Bye."

Madeline shook her head. Poor Bryan. Ever since he helped her through freshman biology, he'd tried any excuse to stay in touch, like the pathetic little puppy that keeps bringing a stick back to its master.

Of course, guys had been falling in love with Madeline at first sight as long as she could remember. Her figure was as near that of a Barbie doll as any real woman gets. Her chiseled face was even better. She kept her hair wavy, long, and dark. If she'd been a few inches taller, she might have made an excellent modeling prospect; but, then again, she had her sights a little higher than being just a runway queen or pin-up girl.

That Madeline had taken freshman biology in her fifth year said much for her academic shortcomings. But she had been a drama student, what did she care about fish guts? Now that she had at last landed a leading role, she hoped to never crack a book again. Sure, the part was in a Victorian melodrama at the Atrium, a cultural backwater favored by elderly couples and managed by a conservative group; but it was a lead role, a start. That was all she imagined she needed, the break that would launch her career.

Madeline picked up her latte and made the short trip down the corridor to the spare bedroom and her computer. She opened her e-mail and downloaded the fifteen new messages, the last of which was from Bryan.

Nonchalantly sipping her coffee, Madeline opened the message. The communication contained but a single line, a web address that she double-clicked without even bothering to read it. Her eyes flew wide as her browser displayed the title: Little Girls Sucking Big Cocks.

The cup fell. Coffee splattered all over the keyboard. The light brown fluid continued to drip as Madeline waited with dread for the images to load. There it was on her screen. Or, more precisely, there she was on her screen. It was all there too; on her knees licking his balls; a foot-long cock sticking halfway out of her mouth; then her face covered with his frothy load; and a smile too, as if she liked it.

Madeline had done it her sophomore year, when her budget couldn't quite cover tuition and rent. Beforehand, she had thought of nothing but the money. Afterwards, it had worried her to no end that someone, anyone, she knew might find out. As time passed though, and nothing happened, she had begun to assume it would remain one of those dirty little secrets everyone collects during the course of their life. Now the secret was hers no longer.

Don't get the wrong idea? Madeline fumed. What other idea was there to get? 

She was certain Bryan had wanted her for years. Now the little puppy dog had the stick. And she knew it. How long had the devious little maggot kept his precious bombshell, waiting to drop it at just the right moment? Calling the same week that she had landed her first major role, that couldn't be a coincidence. 

No, everyone read the newspapers, even Bryan. Surely, he'd heard of the Atrium as well. He knew if those stodgy benefactors discovered her indiscretions, they'd dump her like yesterday's garbage, especially this early in the production. 

Madeline looked at the pictures again. One doesn't find a site like that looking for a chicken soup recipe, she thought. With a sneer of contempt, she pictured Bryan's face. The nerdy glasses hiding beady little black eyes. The disheveled hair. The spotty complexion. Did he still carry a pencil over his ear? Hadn't that gone out of style before her parents were born?

Don't get the wrong idea? Madeline could just scream. She cringed at what the little geek would have her do to buy his silence. But he had her over the proverbial barrel; if she wanted to keep her job that is. With a grim sigh, she went back to the kitchen, picked up the phone, and hit redial. 

I suppose if he only wants what's in those pictures, she began as though to console herself, at least that won't be too bad. I did a stranger for a grand, surely I can do Bryan a couple of times to keep my job. Right? How hard can that...

Bryan's voice interrupted her thoughts. "Hello?" 

"What do you want?" Madeline snapped.

There was a pause before Bryan replied, "What do you mean?"

"I saw the website. What do you want?"

"Is that you?" Bryan asked.

"Yes." Madeline wanted the admission back before it had even fully left her mouth. What an idiot I can be sometimes, she lamented as her eyes clamped shut. What a total fucking idiot! 

"Did you know that was there?" asked Bryan.

Madeline considered the question for a few seconds, but she soon concluded the proverbial cat was already out of the bag. "Yes. I did it four or five years ago when I needed the money. I guess I always knew it was out there somewhere."

"Ok," said Bryan. "I just didn't want stuff out there like that if you didn't know about it."

Madeline waited before prompting, "And?"

"And what?"

"What else did you want?"

"Nothing," Bryan shrugged, though no one could see him. "That's it."

"That's all?"

"Sure," replied Bryan. "What else would there be?"

"You," Madeline began, "aren't going to tell anyone?"

"Nope," Bryan replied. "It's your business. I just wanted to make sure you knew. That's all."

Madeline issued an extended sigh. "Thanks."

"You bet," said Bryan. "What are friends for?"

"So you really aren't going to tell anyone?"

"Which of the three words confused you?" Bryan asked.

"What?"

"It's your business."

"Oh," Madeline said. "None, I guess. I was just, well, thinking and- what are you doing visiting sites like that anyway?"

"I'm twenty years old and I don't have a girlfriend. Do the math."

"Never mind. It's your business."

"Exactly," snapped Bryan.

"Ok. Bye."

"Bye."



Warmer



"You're the greatest!" shouted Madeline. "How can I ever thank you?"

"Well, first, you say 'Thank' and then you say 'you.' It's pretty simple once you get the hang of it. Go ahead, try. You might even find you like it."

His heavy sarcasm stung, but Madeline figured he deserved to rub it in a bit, and she was most grateful. "Thank you," she said.

"See. That wasn't so bad. You're welcome."

"Are you sure you wouldn't rather I came over and thanked you properly?" asked Madeline.

"Did you have something in mind?" asked Bryan, feigning innocence.

"I figure if I'm doing the thanking," Madeline said. "You can pick the position."

"Your assumption that every male on the planet wants to get into your pants is not only incorrect; it's arrogant."

Madeline's jaw fell as the shock of his rejection registered. An instant later, the unexpected hurt that accompanied the surprise settled in as well. "It's not like you have a girlfriend!" she snapped.

"Sure I do," Bryan insisted. "I have hundreds of them online. All smiling and willing to do whatever I want, without any emotional entanglement."

"Oh?" queried Madeline "They do whatever you want, do they?"

"Yes," said Bryan. "And they like it and they always tell me what a good lover I am when I'm done."

"But they aren't real."

"My dick doesn't seem to care." 

The harsh realization that Bryan might prefer masturbation to her charms stung Madeline more than she would have believed possible. "I thought you liked me?"

"I do," said Bryan. "I just don't want a pity fuck."

Ouch. His verbal salvos continued to find their mark. "I'm sorry," Madeline offered. "I didn't mean to offend you. Really. Could we do something else maybe; you know, like go to a movie?"

"How about we play a game?" Bryan suggested.

"Game?" Madeline asked. "What kind of game?"

"When's your next day off?"

"Sunday."

"Fine," Bryan began. "Come over Sunday and I'll teach you the rules, if you don't already know them. It's an old game; I'm sure you used to play as a child. You'll catch on quickly."

Madeline sighed. "Ok. What time?"

"Seven?"

"Fine. That'll work," Madeline agreed. "What's your address?"

"717B Market Street," Bryan replied. "B is for basement in this case, the entry is around the right side behind the bushes."





Warming the IcePrincess Pt. 01



Authors note: Before you begin I would like you to be aware of what it is you have found here. This story is long, and gains momentum at its own pace. It was written contiguously therefore each chapter should ideally be read in order to maintain continuity. They simply were not written to stand-alone. If you're seeking a fast-paced bawdy read, I'm afraid I'll just have to disappoint you. Many of the chapters contain highly erotic scenes of adults having intimate sexual relations. If you are somehow offended by this or are under 18, please stop reading here. 

If on the other hand, this is something that is as fascinating to you as it is to me. Then I hope to provide you with an entertaining tale. All of its characters situations and settings are a product of pure fiction embellished by my imagination. Any errors you may find are all mine too.

I wish you the best of luck and Thank you for reading.

J-stroke

Prologue

(Small office, Big Frustrations)

"Oh God Damn it!" I roared slamming my fist down on the stack of computer printouts, I was reviewing for the umpteenth time. Before the echo of my little outburst died away, my head whipped up in embarrassment to check my door only to find it tightly closed. A relieved sigh slipped past my lips as I glanced around my sparse little office aimlessly as if I might find an answer to my problem hanging somewhere on its unadorned walls. My eyes cast about numbly across the disaster my desk had become over the past few days. The only thing not out of place was my calendar, which happened to be displaying the wrong date. I reached out and roughly slapped the page over to the current day even though it was already well past noon.

I shoved it back toward the corner where it resided and said "There damn it," venting a little more of my anger, "Now I can at least say I got something done today." 

I started rubbing at my aching temples staring at the date, August 29th. I chuckled as my tired brain returned to that day some seven years ago when I completed the mind-numbing, fourteen hours of tests to pass my state boards. It earned me the heady title of Certified Public Accountant, but my head felt very much the same at the end of that day as it did right now. I never really expected that I would go out and "make the world a better place" through accurate accounting. However, remaining trapped in a perpetual financial limbo was something I never considered a remote possibility either. 

While reviewing my options a few months ago I decided it was time that I started looking for greener pastures, and the sooner the better. My decision to move on was in large part due to a salary that had only increased a paltry 24% from what I was making as a new office assistant fresh out of college. In comparison to some of the positions I'd been looking into recently, the benefits at Continental Casualty and Insurance were pretty much crap as well. Adding a bit of insult to injury, was the fact that in my current position as the "Lead auditor" supervising nine other people still didn't even qualify me for the mid-executive benefits package. (Is it just me or does this place seem kinda cheap?) The only thing holding me back from taking this career life-altering leap was one Clarisse McAllister. She was also referred to by most of the men and a good many of the women here at C.C. & I, as the "Ice Princess."

She was awesome the way she wielded her authority over the entire accounting division. Ruling with an iron fist, you might say from her desk as executive assistant to the V. P. of finance and C.F.O. for the whole company. A casual observer would hardly know the man existed, as she seemed to represent his office in its entirety on the accounting floor. Only a few people ever chose to mess with her, senior managers included. She came to her position from outside the company shortly after the new Vice President was shuffled in as the result of a merger with the Allied Insurance Group over four years ago. She made an immediate impression on everyone at Continental and most certainly on me. 

There was always some inane scuttlebutt going around the office about her. One week she was sleeping with this department head, the next she was having an affair with such and such corporate officer, married of course. Common sense told me most of the rumors I heard about her were either spiteful gossip or outright B. S. Although most them fell neatly into those two categories I couldn't help bristling with suppressed anger with each new story that reached my ears. She pushed people to get the work done but I never witnessed her stepping over the line and being abusive with anyone, no matter how much they might have deserved it. The Department heads all but trembled at her approach denying her little. Each of them knew that messing with "Ice princess" could easily result in their careers falling into a potentially fatal tailspin. Her assertive nature and the self-confidence she exuded did tend to put a lot people off. I found it incredibly sexy, her no nonsense attitude, toughness, and classic beauty only accentuated the mystique that surrounded her less than flattering nickname. I was in Love. (Does it show?) Completely unrequited of course, but my fixation with her was total.

In my position I was only rarely caught in McAllister's cross hairs, besides I wasn't afraid of her anyway, (O.K. well not that afraid.) I was usually free to watch in rapt fascination as she passed through the department like a whirlwind leaving all manner of turmoil and consternation in her wake, and what a whirlwind she was. Claire McAllister was without question, the most gorgeous woman I had ever laid eyes on, and my baby blues have scoped out quite a few in their time. She moved with the self-assured fluid grace of a skilled dancer, which immediately drew your attention and made it virtually impossible not to notice what a truly striking woman she was.

Now how to describe her, well if you were to ask me I'd just tell you she was a complete and total dish. Okay, okay that's not very helpful let me try that again. I can think of several celebrities she bears at least some resemblance to or parts of her do. For starters think maybe Kate Beckinsale's older sister, but not too much older. She's tall, lithe, and shares similar coloring and facial shape and those gorgeous penetrating eyes. Now give her the lush curvy lips of Mariska Hargitay and you have the beginnings of it. No wait better yet, she looks a lot like the stunning brunette Mary Page Keller, now add in a sprinkle of the saucy Gina Gershon and you have her, almost. Oh hell, she looks like all of them sort of and none exactly. You get the picture though she's beautiful, with strong very feminine features capable of turning heads and breaking hearts wherever she goes. Despite the glitz and glamour of a Hollywood persona, none of these lovely actresses had anything on my girl. 

Her hazel eyes captivated you with some kind of indefinable intensity while their color seamed to shift depending on her mood and clothing. The fine laugh lines at the outer corners of her eyes left you with the unmistakable impression that this was no girl peering so intently across the table at you, but 100% pure woman. (Can you tell I've studied for this test?) At this point you may be asking, well what about her bod? Well let me just say that even these statuesque movie stars must have been in line well behind my girl when the good lord was handing out scrumptious curves. Of course, I was only guessing because rumors aside, her personal life was an absolute mystery around the office. I would have to say that she was in her late thirties maybe early forties. Did I mention she was tall? I would put her around five seven perhaps even a bit more. It was so difficult to judge with her always in heels. I don't believe it was her physical presence alone that made her seem so imperious to my coworkers and me. More likely, her innate self-confidence seemed to have people jumping when she merely uttered their names. She also had a disquieting knack for dressing as though she was on her way to a photo shoot for "Office Chic Magazine." If ever there were such a rag Claire McAllister would undoubtedly be their centerfold for life. 

I never saw her in anything but a fabulous skirt and blouse or a smart looking dress in the office. On a few very rare occasions, she would come in modeling the female variant of the power suit. I believe they may have been from the Donna Karan collection if I overhead correctly. I only remember form-fitting skirts, in fine tweed or dark pinstripes, a matching jacket, no frills, all very conservative. On her though, the result was stunning. There was no indication within Ms. McAllister's wardrobe of the androgynous slacks or blazers like those so many women in our office donned each day. If I were guessing correctly, she always wore high quality stockings with a lusciously lacy garter belt beneath her pretty skirts, and never pantyhose. (At least in my fantasies that's how it was.) Her waist was slender flaring smoothly to meet nicely proportioned hips perched atop a pair of long shapely legs. 

Her bust line was nice and full, if I knew anything about breast sizes I would guess she was at least an overachieving "C" cup but more likely a full firm looking "D." It was a bit difficult to be sure, without getting caught staring at her chest for too long, and that I couldn't afford. For me she epitomized feminine beauty and did so naturally with no need for affectation or trivial head games. The other women in the office always seemed a bit catty when discussing the "Ice Princess." I think they were jealous of her tight curvy body, her incredible fashion sense, and nearly flawless complexion. I could understand it completely. After all, there was no doubt in my mind she had more than enough to inspire such jealously.

I had everything I could do not to drool as she walked past my office. When she spoke, her voice was like honey to my ears. Her rich throaty contralto was enough to melt me in my chair whenever we attended the same staff meetings. Some of my disconsolate office mates seamed to share vivid fantasies of ripping out fistfuls of her perfectly coiffed mane. Hell, I thought her curly auburn locks were one of the least irritating and more fascinating aspects of her appearance. It cascaded midway down her back, swaying rhythmically with her every step it was to me, hypnotic. Nevertheless, what others found irritating even bitchy, I viewed as confidence mixed with a bit of grit. She wasn't here to make anyone happy or feel good about themselves. There was too damned much work to do. 

I was never really intimidated by her. (Well maybe just a teensy bit, yeah right!) Nevertheless, I would always go as far as I had to go to keep from raising her ire in any way. Her reputation alone whether deserved or not it was more than enough to keep all of us knuckle-headed accountants in line. Well, most of the time anyway. She was a force to be reckoned with, as I was soon to find out. In less than two insane, magical, nerve-wracking weeks, she would transform my life completely. From the utterly mundane existence of a mid level corporate accountant to heights, so spectacular that my wildest dreams were but a pale shadow of what my life has since become. 

Chapter 1

First Friday

(Share the Fun)

Two aspirin later, my head was still throbbing to the beat of a drummer I didn't much like. I was beginning to dream about how nice it would be to get out of here in a few hours. I wanted to escape this stupid audit that just wouldn't balance even more than just being freed from my tiny office. (The only real perk that came with my promotion) I was stuck bellybutton deep in it and it wasn't going away on its own. I couldn't make the claims authorizations and settlement totals agree and it was really pissing me off. I was dealing with our dreaded seven-state South East region. It's been a frequent trouble child for everyone in the division, not just me. Running east from Louisiana and north as far as Virginia, it was the area with highest claims activity whenever there was a major weather event. I had a nearly identical problem the last time I had been stuck auditing this region about three years ago. We rotated regions through the department on a periodic basis to help prevent staff burnout from dealing with the same exact drudgery day after day. (One of my more brilliant innovations since being promoted.) My memory returned for a moment to when I was on my way to lunch and passed the Ice princess's desk earlier today. I told her the problems I was having briefly and mentioned the similarities to the audit three years ago. Her interest seemed genuine but she couldn't offer me any helpful insights to bring it around. I left for a vending machine lunch knowing the damn thing would be waiting in my office to swallow up my entire afternoon.

Three years ago, I was struggling to use our new "streamlined system" pushed on us by the new CFO. For me it wasn't an easy transition because it contradicted what I had been doing here at C.C. & I. for all four years prior to his arrival. It did make the audit process easier and substantially faster but did so by eliminating many of the crosschecks and procedures we relied on in our old system. At the time, I wasn't new to doing regional audits by any means, but the omissions and assumptions allowed by the new system were foreign to me. When I had so much trouble reconciling my first one, I decided to rerun the entire audit reverting to the techniques I was more familiar with. The results I came up with were alarming, hell frightening to someone in my profession. Deciding to bring it to the attention of the "Ice Princess" seemed to be the only choice I had left.

I was so angry, embarrassed, and yes a little scared, that I was forced to involve her, I was on the verge of tears. This was something I should have been able to handle on my own easily. By that point, I was already hopelessly enamored with her and was really freaked when I finally went to see her. She quickly put me at ease with her patient listening and willingness to help. After explaining to her in detail, twice, what I had uncovered, she calmly helped me collect all of my notes, audit materials, and give them to her. I was told this was to be expected occasionally, that everything would be fine and I wasn't to worry. She also made a point of telling me I shouldn't mention her involvement to anyone. I thought it was somewhat odd but I was so relived to get out from under the infuriating job I didn't think to question it.

I didn't want to have to bring this one to her either, so I started checking over everything once more to make damn sure I hadn't made some stupid mistake. It seemed a wise course, since the discrepancy this time was huge! It was approaching $25 million dollars worth of huge! I was shitting bricks trying to figure out why. It was so much bigger than that last one I had been involved in that I was getting a little scared of what it might mean to the company as a whole. You see back in 2003 in the aftermath of hurricane Lily, operating budgets all over the company had been slashed right after that audit went bad. I could only imagine the horrors that a shortfall of $25 million would cause. The first one was a shade under $6 million, which was nothing to sneeze at, but I was really sweating this monster. My throbbing skull coupled with my spate of unbidden daydreaming left me completely unprepared when the "Ice Princess" appeared alongside my desk late that Friday afternoon. I was so lost in the nightmarish scenarios of what might befall the company and my department when this disaster was posted that I completely missed her quiet entry into my office. Hell, I didn't snap out of it until she said my name for the second time.

"Jane."

"Jane."

"Uh, yes," I stammered as I slowly swept my eyes across the papers piled recklessly all over my desk. My gaze wandered past her beautifully manicured nails resting on the only cleared space. Traveling upward along the arms of her stylishly ruffled silk blouse my eyes drifted over the swell of her lovely chest straining against the thin material. When my vision settled upon her wide set hazel eyes, I had to blink to clear my head. If nothing else I had to make sure she wasn't a hallucination induced inside my over-wrought brain.

"Sorry to have to throw this at you now Jane, but I need you to complete that history on overseas businesses we discussed earlier this week. It has to be on Mr. Adams desk first thing Monday morning," she told me with no ambiguity in her tone. "You do remember it Jane? It has to cover the policies we've written for the last five years, with the details we covered in Tuesday's staff meeting."

Stunned I barked, "Why Does he need it so damn fast? It's not due until the middle of the month and I haven't even got anyone started on it yet," I blurted out forgetting for a moment exactly whom I was addressing and instantly wishing I had softened my tone.

She folded her arms across her chest as she straightened and answered, "He's traveling to China next week with our C. E. O. and the chairman of Elmwood Industrial Tools. Their schedule has been pushed up and he has to have that report to review before the trip in order to land what's looking like an important new account."

I didn't think too much of Clifton Adams and didn't know our chief exec. I tried not to let my opinion of him show when I snapped back at her, "And no doubt, they'll need to use it as a baseline for milking max premiums out of the poor bastard."

"No doubt," she answered with a slight knowing smile, "Elmwood does have three new factories over there in need of blanket policies it could be really big for us." 

"Christ on a crutch Claire there goes my whole damn weekend and I had plans too," I barked while my weary brain tried to calculate the mountain of work that had just landed in my lap. 

I didn't really have much for plans beyond a few hours Saturday morning. I signed up as an instructor at my local community center teaching a basic self-defense to housewives and teenaged girls. I hated to beg out on the class but when I agreed to help out, I was entirely up front with them. I made it perfectly clear that if there were a scheduling conflict my job would to take precedence. Teaching that class was the only way I could insure myself any kind of workout at least once a week. Physically I was slender but that didn't happen by accident, it took some discipline on my part to stay in shape. 

The Dojo where I used to train had closed a few months ago. Just before I was ready take my Dan-examination to earn my first black belt. When it closed it left me with nowhere to train or work out and wearing only a brown belt. It's silly I know, but the wrong color belt was making me feel like a bridesmaid stuck with a very expensive but ugly dress, and no prospects for wearing the pretty white one I really wanted. Anyway, helping to instruct the class was the best I could do until I found myself a new place to train. Hell even a ninth degree black belt would start getting rusty if their skills went unused for too long. This was all beside the point damn it, I enjoyed every minute of my time off from Continental, and at the miserly wages they parted with, I deserved it.

I glanced at the clock and did a double take before erupting, "Good god Claire it's 3:15 Friday friggin afternoon how the hell am I going to pull this all together by Monday morning?" 

Frantically trying to think of anything that might save me from a looming professional disaster I protested lamely, "The best I can do in that amount of time is a rough summary anyway."

"You know it won't be any good to him without the specifics Jane. He is going to need the claims histories, rider details, premiums paid, lawsuits, the rate schedules, everything. Just give it your best effort Jane," she said without any flexibility in her tone.




Warming the IcePrincess Pt. 01



I weakly nodded my acquiescence and asked waving my hands over the piles on my desk, "What about the audit?"

She replied quickly with a sigh and a nod, "It will just have to wait."

I fired back, "Good, because it's a bloody mess, it's even worse than the one back three years ago, God how I hate doing this region!" 

Her right eyebrow arched up (which I thought was totally cool) and she asked, "How bad is it?"

Blowing out a nervous sigh, I answered reluctantly, "almost 25 million this time. There were a lot of claims and some were damn big too, but none of that should have led to this kind of discrepancy." 

With a thoughtful expression she asked, "The same pattern you spotted the first time?"

"Exactly, in fact it's damn near identical," I answered with confidence before adding, "Only this time the differentials on them are bigger and nearly every item coincides with a very large settlement."

"Damn it," was all she could muster before ordering the certain death of my weekend. "Just do the report, pull some people for overtime I'll get it authorized and we'll look into the audit next week."

With my weak protests vanquished like a toothless dragon, I didn't say another word for fear of pissing her off any further. I certainly didn't want or need that. My panic finally subsided as I silently gazed up at the arresting features of her pretty face. Aimlessly scanning, I traced along each graceful arch of her brow, and then trailed my gaze along her small straight nose. Sweeping across the curves of her full shapely lips that I found formed into a slight smile. Even her damn ears were sexy with the tasteful single pearl earrings. I finished my visual survey at the perfectly tied ribbon forming a small bow at her lovely throat. It was as much as my tired mind could process for a few moments as I avoided confronting the hell my weekend had just become. 

Finally breaking the spell Claire said, "I'm really sorry to have to do this to you Jane, if it will be any help I'll be here late today and all day tomorrow too. Just give a shout if I can be of any help to you."

"Thanks," I answered dejectedly.

"I'll need all the help I can lay my hands on." As those words glibly tripped off my tongue, I broke into a guilty grin, as the image forming in my head had to do with laying my hands on her pretty silk blouse, more precisely what was hidden just beneath it. 

Before she turned and left my office she added, "I assigned this to you because it has to be done properly, and you don't disappoint me Jane."

I sat stunned at my desk for a minute, watching as she walked out my door back toward her own desk. Her fabulous hips swaying under the form fitting, delicious looking, Italian silk skirt she was wearing distracted me momentarily. She is such a total dish, (God I had it bad!) What a parting line, "You don't disappoint me," like I needed that extra pressure! My hand fell limply into my lap as my eyes tracked her movements. Seconds later I realized I had been unconsciously stroking along my zipper as I watched her lovely ass and legs carry her away from my torture chamber. I felt a flush of excitement surge through my body as my eyes followed her progress. My nipples tingled with excitement pressing hard against the fabric of my blouse. I was beginning to think I could orgasm from just watching her walk. Well the fingertips touching the fabric covering my pussy weren't exactly dampening my enthusiasm either. (Thank god for the modesty panel on my desk.) Not normally, one to masturbate at my desk during working hours, I swore under my breath that woman would be my undoing someday. I just only wanted to make her cum once, really hard before that happened. 

She finally turned toward her office leaving my view and my pussy horny as all hell. I was at the verge of lapsing into a full-scale depression now that my weekend, hell my whole life had been consumed by my job. Shaking my head to clear the cobwebs, I decided I had best get my own tight little buns in gear if I was going to have any chance of getting Adams his dumbass report by Monday. I did have an ace in the hole I hoped I draw on for this nightmare and he was lurking some where deep in the bowels of the computer room. With my luck today, he probably didn't bother showing up for work, or worse he already skipped out early to go do his dopey hang gliding. (What a reckless stupid sport, a person could get killed, sheesh!) I gathered the audit materials clearing my desk, and flopped them in a heap on the credenza in the back of my office. With that done, I spun around snatching the phone from the cradle and punched in the number for the computer room.

"I. S., Dan speaking," a youthful male voice answered.

A huge wave of relief swept over me before I even said a word, "Database Dan, how's my favorite computer gnome?"

"Hi Janie, Whaddya need?" he asked with all the excitement of someone who was just told he needed a root canal.

I answered truthfully, "I need a fucking miracle buddy, do you have any of those laying around down there?"

His friendly laughter added to my brief sense of relief but with what I was about to dump on him it couldn't last. He stopped just long enough to ask, "You sound desperate girlie whassup?"

"The Ice princess just handed me a real turd and let me tell you it was a whopper, "I chuckled becoming slightly infected with Dan's good humor. 

Feebly trying to assert his manly role in the conversation, he ordered, "Spill it chiqua, I live for miracles, like getting you to go out on a date."

I felt a brief twinge of guilt for stringing Dan along the way I was about to but I let any mention of an actual "date" pass. I hadn't told a sole in the office I was strictly a woman's woman and wasn't about to start out with that rumor mill of the I.S. department. The slightest whisper of juicy gossip unleashed in I.S. would spread through the entire company like a wind driven wildfire. If Dan had delusions of bagging me, and it helped me get what I needed from him, then so be it. In all honesty, I never really encouraged him. I just didn't discourage him any more than was strictly necessary.

"O. K. Danny boy you asked for it, I need a database search for every policy we've written on any business with a facility on foreign soil for the last five years, a full account history everything." Taking a quick breath during the seconds of stunned silence, I plunged ahead with the coups de grâce, "I need it done no later than tomorrow afternoon so I can check it through it all and summarize the majority of it by Monday morning."

There was no sound coming through to my ear and I was afraid the connection might have been broken or worse he just hung up on me, so in a pensive tone I asked, "Dan...Dan...you still there?"

"Yeah I'm still here," the good humor in his, voice just a minute ago was only a memory.

I could almost picture him shaking his head in disbelief before he said, "You weren't shitting about that miracle were you?"

"Nope, can you do it?" I asked holding my breath unconsciously.

As cocky and self-assured as ever Dan delivered his verdict "If you would have asked anyone else down here the answer would be no, but since you got a hold of me, the answer is yes, Jane dear, of course."

Trying to squeeze just a little more out of him I asked, "Is there any chance you can automate the search to spit the results to me in batches?"

Sarcasm was dripping from his tone when he quipped, "You don't want much do you?"

"Just the moon and stars baby," I added sweetly to stoke his masculine ego and help grease the skids just a little.

Dan gave a sigh of long-suffering into the phone before he continued, "I'm going to have to baby-sit this dinosaur all friggin' night just in case it decides to choke on your search, it's gonna be huge ya know. Ah Jesus, five years takes us back to before the goddamn merger," he groaned.

I felt a little bad for Dan but at least he'd be done and outta here tomorrow while my whole weekend might end up in the crapper.

I finally added, "Hey bud what the Ice Princess wants she gets, Capisce."

His lusty sigh before he spoke told me that Dan would do his best, "Yeah I fucking Capisce, I'll start writing the code now and you should have your first batch of results in your email by, Oh, seven o'clock, good enough?"

"Awesome stud, you're the best," I cooed for Dan's benefit. 

False hopes or not I was going to do whatever it took to keep from disappointing the fetching Ms. McAllister. 

Now came the part I liked the least about my job, it was time to go screw up someone else's weekend. In this case, I thought it would take at least two someone's. Opening the bottom drawer of my desk, I pulled out what I thought of as my not-so-secret weapon. It was a cheesy ploy I came up with to gain the assistance of the people but it worked every time, almost. It was a clear acrylic clipboard and two sheets of paper. The top page was the employee seniority list with all of my people highlighted. The second page that could easily be read through the clear clipboard had the words "De Marco's Shit list" spelled out in very large print at the top with a numbered column centered on the page. The bold type even read backwards, told everyone on my team that resistance was futile. I would have the volunteers I needed. My list only ever contained four names and the bottom three had been lined through when the members of my team reconsidered my request for a bit of reasonable overtime.

The lone name on the list not lined through belonged to a former employee who thought it was a good idea to test the new boss. He was an auditor senior to me who thought he was in line for the job when I got the nod. The little prick really pushed the limits of my patience until I showed him that I was willing to push back. I never had to do anything to him, never getting a chance. The big wuss quit shortly after our confrontation. His departure did help me though. My willingness to go toe to toe with this guy set an example for the rest of my people. So far, it hasn't required a repeat performance. The fact that I was even carrying the clear clipboard sent the message to my team that I wasn't fooling around. When I was first promoted, I developed the habit of staying behind to help those who I assigned to stay late. I believed that a supervisor should never slip away to go home without a care after screwing up someone else's personal life. I figured it was a shitty way to treat the people I had to count on to do the job everyday. I saw too many other managers do it and lose the respect of those that worked for them. 

Marching out of my office and into the cube farm where my people worked, I barked, "Everybody, conference room now."

Without slowing, I strode into the room and turned to face the doorway to wait for all nine of my team entered one after the other.

"Jack, would you please close the door," I asked as the last of them stepped inside. 

Holding the clipboard against my chest under crossed arms, I glanced at each person in turn as they all found seats and waited for me to begin.

Without preamble I told them, "I have been handed an assignment that will likely take all weekend to complete, and it absolutely must be on V.P. Adams desk by Monday morning," I stopped there to let that sink in make sure they got a good look at the clipboard.

"What I am looking for, is at least two volunteers to help out with a complete account history on every policy on any facility in a foreign country for the past five years." I decided long ago that it was best to tell them what I needed in plain English. I detested bullshitting people to win them over and wasn't any good at it anyway. (I would have starved to death in sales.)

After the chorus of groans died down, I paused a few seconds before giving them the details, "It will include claims history, premiums paid, lawsuits, rider specifics, and the rate schedules the whole shooting match, Adams needs it to try and rope in three major facilities in China owned by Elmwood Industrial."

Steve, always the first to voice what the rest were thinking, "Christ Jane that's going to be a mammoth report are sure he will even be able to carry it?"

I wanted to laugh with the rest of them but carefully schooled my features before answering his wisecrack, "I don't care if it takes a forklift to get it out of the building, he will have all the information that he needs to land this account." 

To let them know exactly what my expectations were for them I added, "I will not allow this department to be the cause of any failure on his part, this is a plumb of an account and Continental can really use the cash after the zillions we put out on Katrina."

Walter spoke up next with his irritating nasal twang, "I believe I detect some icy fingerprints on this dirty little job."

I stared the little smartass down for a few seconds to let him know he was out of line even though his guess was dead on. I told them all, "Actually, I do have some good news, first Dan in I. S. is already working on the database search and The Ice...Ms. McAllister has offered her help tonight and all day tomorrow if it is needed."

I didn't want to waste any more time and stated flatly, "I'm giving Allison a free pass on this one because she has a new baby to at home and that is far more important than Adams silly report, or even Elmwood Industrial. So that leaves the eight of you to decide who will be staying for the overtime..."

I paused for a few seconds to let them size up the situation before letting the other shoe drop, "...or I'll do for you." 

Steve chimed in with a silly grin on his face, "Hey I'll volunteer to go feed Allison's baby if she decides to stay." 

We all grinned at his silly remark but I knew a little something about Allison the he didn't, "Nice try Steve, but unless you can express some milk right here for us big boy, you're not qualified for the job."

Allison stuck out her tongue at him and everyone else joined in the laughter at his less than clever evasive maneuver. 

Retaking control of the meeting, I said much to his dismay, "Since that didn't work out quite the way you expected Stevie, I will put you down as my first official volunteer." 

Groaning theatrically and laying his head on the conference table, he answered in a defeated tone, "Alright slave driver, you win."

With no one, else speaking up I glanced down at the clipboard and mumbled quietly under my breath about hating to resort to the seniority list but would if I had to... Sue spoke up asking seriously, "Hey if I volunteer for the weekend duty can I maybe have Monday off?"

"Done!" I answered her.

As an after thought I added, "You too Stevie poor baby, I shouldn't have any trouble at all smoking that one past McAllister."

I turned the group loose but said to my two volunteers, "Dan said he will be getting us our first batch of data around seven o'clock."

After a quick glance at my watch I added, "It's just now four, so I suggest you get out of here, go grab a bite to eat and freshen up. We'll reassemble back here by seven and get right to work, Thanks guys."

They filed out the door and when I was finally alone I smiled, relieved that this had gone so well. I was proud of my people and was pretty sure I had the best team in the company. As I headed back to my office, the unhappy noises from my own stomach told me that I should heed my own advice. After tucking away my silly clipboard, I hooked my purse off the credenza and headed for the elevators. 

Chapter 2

(Self-Aware)

I had to pass the C.F.O.'s office on my way and poked my head inside to let McAllister know what was happening since she had been nice enough to offer to stay late and help. Transfixed I stood outside her domain to drink in her beauty for a moment watching her work. It reaffirmed for me why leaving this company was going to be so hard for me. It felt like I was caught in some kind of sorcerer's spell, or would that be sorceress. (My god she was hot, hell she was smoking.) Finally deciding I was being more than a little rude, I cleared my throat to draw her attention, "I've got Dan in I. S. running the Dbase search and Steve, Sue, and I are going to meet back here around 7:00 when he says we'll get the first of the data."

She looked up with a smile and said, "Sounds great, where are you headed now?" indicating my purse as the reason for her inquiry.

I looked downward at it and then smiled finally answering her embarrassed by my dull wits, "I told the others to get out of here and get something to eat and relax for a bit. I figured that way at least we won't have to be fighting hunger as well as fatigue tonight." 

Claire beamed from behind her desk saying, "Good thinking, hey, do you mind if I join you?" 

Taken aback slightly, I stuttered, "Ah, no, please do. I'm heading over to Romero's café on Riverside, they make the best pasta in town."

"Ah... Jane, have you by any chance been near a window at all this afternoon?" she asked.

Answering her polite query I said, "Well no, I've been sealed inside my dungeon all day, why?"

Claire's smile widened at my quip before pulling her own purse from a drawer and answering me, "There's one hell of a storm brewing outside. " Unless you enjoy getting soaked to the skin I'd say you might want to reconsider a trip over to Romero's."

She stalked purposefully past me and said, "Come on I know a place that's good over in the Baker building and we can take the skyway all the way there." 

I didn't have to think twice about following those beautifully swaying hips and fell right in step behind her until we passed the huge windows lining the hallway near the bank of four elevators. Through the torrents pounding on the plate-glass, I saw the ugly, greenish/yellow tinge in the ominous dark skies and couldn't help whistling at the force of the storm. The elevator announced its arrival on the nineteenth floor with a thin "ding" just as a blinding bolt of lighting stabbed across the sky. When the thunderclap came almost immediately afterward, it vibrated through the whole building as I followed Claire's lovely four-inch Prada heels onto the elevator.

I slumped into the corner so I could steal an occasional glance at her without being caught staring. Claire placed herself near the control panel and pushed the button for the second floor. The elevator doors closed and we started descending without a word. 

I decided to break the uncomfortable silence and stated, "That really is a nasty looking storm out there."

Claire started to answer but got out no more than, "I sure wouldn't want to get caught out in..."

Before she could finish her thought, the lights flicked several times and then the elevator jolted to a jarring stop and we were plunged into complete darkness and silence. 

"Whoa," I said as my hands stretched out searching for support along the sides of the car.

For several seconds that felt more like minutes, my mind raced, trying to get a grip on what had happened. I casually offered my conclusion to Claire, "I think maybe the building must have been hit by lightning."

My brilliant deduction drew only a frightened whimper in response. Cocking my ear toward where I last remembered her standing I asked, "Claire, are you O.K.?"

The sobs I heard were not loud but I knew instinctively that the supremely composed Claire McAllister was for some reason completely terrified. 

Not knowing what else to do I announced a bit more forcefully than necessary inside the enclosed box, "Claire stay still, I'm coming over to you."

Taking three cautious steps forward I began reaching out for the doors I figured where right in front of me. Making contact with the cool stainless steel, I carefully moved to my left following the smooth panels until I felt my outstretched fingers bump across the control buttons and I knew I must now be pretty close to her. Before moving any further, I felt around carefully on the panel until I located the emergency stop switch and snapped it into the "on" position. The alarm bells would alert us instantly when the power came back on but the elevator wouldn't start moving again until we were prepared for it. I was a little surprised that the bell didn't start ringing immediately because it should have been wired into the emergency system. I had something a bit more important to occupy my mind and let the thought slip away.




Warming the IcePrincess Pt. 01



At the snap of the switch, I heard a very soft tear choked plea, "Jane?" coming from just a few feet away. 

More softly and calmly than I really felt, I announced, "I'm reaching for you now Claire, hold still." 

With my left hand, I groped in the darkness and true to form, with the rest of my luck today my hand found its way straight to Claire's full soft breast. For a fleeting second or maybe two, I froze there as my brain processed what my fingers were touching but I quickly slipped my hand upward reaching for Claire's shoulder before taking a small step forward. I was right in front of her now and she reacted with the speed of pure panic, drawing me into a fiercely tight embrace. I was shocked by the desperation I could feel coming from the woman I always saw as so very cool and controlled in the office was now a complete nervous wreck. I tried to soothe the trembling "Ice Princess" and wrapped my arms tenderly around her.

"Shhhh, its O.K. now, I'm here with you," I said repeatedly while caressing her soft curls until I felt her relaxing very slightly. After a few minutes of this she clamed enough to lay her head on my shoulder.

I promised her softly, "I won't leave you until the lights are back on, O. K." 

I was rewarded with the slightest nod against my shoulder. Breathing a bit easier now I knew with at least a little confidence that things weren't going to get any worse, but of course they did. Without the constant need to reassure Claire, my active imagination was free to wander, and oh my god did it.

The smell of Claire's perfume and softness of her hair were the first assaults on my senses, the situation hit me like a thunderbolt and I reeled with the conflicting emotions roaring through my mind in the total darkness. I became immediately conscious of my breasts pressing firmly into Claire's and with that errant thought, my libido kicked into high gear. My nipples began tingling and stiffening, I silently prayed that she wouldn't notice. Wanting to avoid any difficulty between us later, I tried to create at least a bit of space between my body and hers.

Sensing the change in my posture Claire clutched me even more tightly and tearfully begged, "No, don't leave me."

To steady myself I was forced to push my leg forward for balance, it inadvertently slipped between Claire's thighs until the snug material of her skirt prevented further movement. 

Mentally thanking the lord for even the smallest mercies, I reassured her that I wasn't going anywhere, "its O.K. hon I'm not leaving, don't worry, it's alright."

As the minutes ticked by with my body pressed tightly against Claire's curvy form I began thinking about how easy it would be to take advantage of this situation. I had to redirect my thoughts back to the mundane numbers that ruled my life to prevent my building sexual craving from giving me permission to do something incredibly stupid. Oh, god it was hard though! The rational part of my overloaded brain had to fight to keep control. The thought of what a foolish a mistake that would be sent chills up my spine. Holding the woman in my arms would have to content me even if there was no passion in the embrace only fear. I decided I would have to be satisfied with the warmth and closeness of her body for however long the power stayed out and leave the rest to my fantasies later, much later.

Even though my mind had made a rational and correct decision, my body seemed to have its own agenda. The sensations of our close contact were working overtime on my involuntary responses. My damn jacket had fallen open when Claire seized me in her fright. My barely B-cups rarely needed a bra and I hadn't bothered with one this morning. I was just positive that Claire could feel my nipples digging into her flesh like the two rock hard pebbles they were. Our bellies and thighs pushing against each other were eliciting an even deeper response from my body. Within a few minutes I could feel my natural lubricant begin to flow, just a trickle at first, but the longer I held on to her sweet smelling body the greater the sensation became. For a few seconds I nearly panicked when I thought I caught a whiff of my own arousal and hoped to hell Claire hadn't. Finally deciding that I was only my over active imagination I relaxed a little. For the longest time, I simply smiled in the darkness entertaining private notions of how wonderful it would be to slip my hands downward to caress that luscious rump or give it a firm two-handed squeeze. Only a Herculean effort kept my hands safely above her waist. As I fought to push that delightful but not very helpful image from my mind, the lights abruptly popped back on and the alarm bell began its strident ringing.

Neither of us moved for several seconds but when I finally felt Claire lift her head off my shoulder, I turned and looked over her captivating features. Mesmerized for a second I watched as the fear in her eyes was replaced by fiery intelligence returning. I sensed the tension and fear fading gradually from her muscles. I relaxed my grip preparing to release her, but before stepping over to the control panel to silence the irritating alarm bell, I don't know why but I gave Claire a reflexive peck on the cheek.

Astonished by my own behavior I quickly tried to cover myself with the hurried question, "Are we alright now?" 

Claire gave me a look which I interpreted as an expression of sincere gratitude and answered, "Yes, thank you, I , I, think I'm O.K. now," but her hand still gripping my arm trembled.

I gave her a curt nod before snapping the alarm button "off" and the descending car was once again plunged into a roaring silence. 

I didn't want her to dwell on the impromptu kiss, so I glanced at my watch for a second and asked nervously breaking the silence, "Where is this restaurant you were talking about?"

I then added, "We've been stuck in here for a little over twenty-five minutes by my watch so we still have plenty of time to go eat if you feel up to it."

"It's the ah ... Hunan over on fifth I think," Claire answered her husky voice sounding unsure while she still seemed to be having some trouble gathering her wits.

"They do wonderful Szechwan and Cantonese, and they are very quick, so yeah we should still go," she stated with a little more certainty coming through in her voice.

I jumped when she reached out and squeezed my hand saying, "Jane, thank you so much, I think I owe you dinner and at least some explanation for what we've been doing here for the last half hour."

As we came to a stop and the doors opened onto the second floor and Claire made to walk past me without any further comment, but I didn't release her hand and stated flatly, "Claire, you don't owe me, anything."

She turned to face me, with her free hand reached up, and very softly cupped my cheek before saying, "Yes my friend, I do, and you'll be getting both, now lets get moving." 

With that, she strode out of the elevator and I was left to resume my position of trailing behind her watching her purposeful strides and swaying hips and contemplating new meanings for the word "friend."

The storm outside continued to rage and it had effectively killed off most of the restaurant's dinner rush so we were seated as soon as we stepped through the door. I suggested that Claire order since she already knew the menu and we had little time to waste. She ordered two Phoenix meals number (2) please with extra steamed rice and black coffee for us both. 

My curiosity was somewhat piqued and I had to ask, "Number two?" 

Claire grinned and answered, " that's how spicy on a scale from one to five."

"One night feeling a little brave I ordered it 'number four', it made me sweat and gave me a runny nose before I was half way through my dinner," she explained with exaggerated fanning motions.

After our coffee arrived and the waitress left us Claire leaned forward and asked quietly, " Jane do you remember about ten years ago a little girl in Texas getting trapped in an abandoned well?"

"Yeah, I think I do, Baby Jessica wasn't it?" I responded to her odd question.

With a very serious expression and her eyes staring but not really seeing, Claire answered slowly, "Yes it was, and twenty five years before her, it happened to me, on our old farm in western Oklahoma,"

A visible shudder ran through her. She reached across the table to clutch my hand as said, "I was almost four years old at the time, and it took close to half a day before a neighbor helping in the search figured out where I was." 

With a quaver creeping into her tone she went on, "It took the better part that day and the next before my father with the neighbors helping could dig me out of it. Back in those days it all had to be done by hand." 

Returning her tight grip I couldn't help gasping out, "Oh my god, you poor dear, were you hurt?" 

Claire went on haltingly, "Not badly but unlike baby Jessica who was much younger and supposedly has no recollection of her ordeal. I remember it all, vividly, the silence the darkness the isolation. All those same feelings came crashing down on me in that elevator today."

Holding her hand up preventing me from commenting further she added, "When the lights went out and the elevator grew so quiet today, it all came flooding back in graphic detail. Until I heard your voice and felt you close to me, I was that terrified little four year old girl all over again."

I was dumbfounded at her revelation and didn't know how to respond but finally said, "My god that must have been horrible for you," and felt silly for saying something so dense but I was at a loss for anything better to say.

She paused to sip some water in an obvious effort to steady herself and went on despite my lame interruption, "I needed that contact, that closeness today or I'm positive you would be escorting me to an asylum right now instead of sitting down to dinner. I really had convinced myself that I had put that behind me but I guess those scars run deeper than I imagined."

I don't know if my relief was visible but I shuddered in my own personal horror thinking how close I came to fucking up in epic proportions today inside that darkened elevator. Silently thanking my lucky stars, I hadn't done anything as stupid as making an overtly sexual move on a woman who was clearly traumatized. I gave her and myself another few moments of silence to recover our wits.

Looking me in the eye she said with total sincerity, "If you hadn't been there and come over to me like you did, I think would have gone totally nuts today, and they would be fitting me for a straight jacket about now." 

Astonished by what I was hearing I said, "I wasn't really sure what to do, I just reacted. I'm only glad I could help you, when it mattered most."

Claire's smile slowly came back and she admitted, "I don't think anyone else would have been as much help. You have a cool head in a crisis, you're sharp as a tack, and are someone who is easy to trust. I think that's why I've always been so fond of you."

Completely caught off guard now, my cheeks flushed hotly at the compliment and for a moment, I couldn't even look at her and instead smiled down at the tabletop.

She gave a throaty chuckle and added, "I suppose my fearsome reputation as the "Ice Princess" is shot for good with you."

Before I could protest in self-defense, she cut me off with a stern glare but her smile never wavered, "Don't you think for a minute that I don't know what I'm called around the office."

Smiling again, I looked up right into Claire's eyes and answered her truthfully, "Your secret's safe with me, you know that."

Before I could stop myself from planting my foot squarely in my mouth, I added, "Besides, Claire I've never thought of you in that way."

My embarrassment was instantly doubled when she suggestively asked the natural follow up question, "Oh? So tell me Jane, how exactly do you think of me?"

In that moment, my blush sped from my hairline down to my collar. I was pretty sure she was only teasing me at least, that is, what I was hoping. I offered her a retort in the same vein in an effort to deflect her jibe, "If only you knew, Claire.... If only you knew." 

We shared a good-natured laugh together before Claire possibly sensing my discomfort piped in with a smirk and an upraised brow, "Do you want to know another little secret that should kill-off the "Ice Princess" rep. for good?" she asked.

My self-consciousness slowly ebbed, but I only nodded still not trusting myself to say much more yet.

Chuckling softly she offered, "Because of that stupid well I just had to play on umpteen years ago, in the middle of Nowheresville Oklahoma. I'm a forty-two year old woman who navigates the shark-infested corporate world all day but can't go to sleep at night without a nightlight." 

I laughed along with her at the self-deprecating remark. I was surprised and happy that Claire felt comfortable enough with me to be freely sharing these very private tidbits about her life.

Our meals arrived at last and we ate quickly in companionable silence, with the chopsticks neither of us could seem to master providing a touch of comic relief. No communication was necessary other than a glance, a smile or a bit of shared laughter.

We arrived back in the office by seven and I flew to my computer anxiously checking for email. Dan, as good as his word had the first batch of data already waiting there. 

I glanced over at Claire who had followed along to my office and stated, "Dan really is good you know, somebody aught to get him a raise or at least authorize some overtime for him before he starts looking for a better opportunity."

Claire answered absently glancing over my shoulder at the screen, "His overtime will be covered don't worry Jane. I wish I could do better, but the budget just can't handle it, especially now."

She added poking my arm and teasing, "Aw hell, I'll bet he might settle with getting his ashes hauled, don't you Jane?"

Absorbed in the numbers flashing across me screen, I blurted out distractedly, "Sorry you're on your own with that one honey, can't help ya with there. Boys just aint' my cup of tea, not even that one."

The second the words were out of my mouth, I froze in a total mental paralysis. I could only stare straight ahead immobile, hands suspended above the keyboard waiting for a gasp or horrified shriek, but Claire didn't make a sound. I very slowly turned my head to look in her direction just knowing I really blew it this time. As she made to leave my office, any hopes I had that she may have missed my flip comment were dashed for forever. She paused in the doorway just long enough to give me an odd look over her shoulder under an upraised brow before disappearing from view. 

Her look confirmed my worst fears and I just wanted to cry as I sat groaning with my head cradled in my hands. I had gained more understanding into what made the woman of my dreams tick today than I had in all the years I spent working with her. I was devastated that I had totally pissed away what little closeness we had built with a few unguarded words. Finally coming to the very unhappy conclusion, "what's done is done." I chastised myself for harboring such unrealistic dreams anyway, finally mumbling to myself, "As if you were going to lure her into your bed any way, stupid girl."

My soured mood didn't have much time to mellow when I watched my two "volunteers" waltz in almost half an hour late. To say I was a little miffed didn't quite cover it and I started barking orders before either had a chance to even hang up their raincoats or fold the umbrellas they carried.

"Steve you're on layout and formatting. I want two entries on each page provided there's room for all the information. I want columns for claims, suits, and premiums add the rider details as footnotes beneath them if there is space. The rate schedules are mostly periodic so add them at the back of each group they affect as they change over time. Go ahead and reduce the font sizes if you have to but keep it legible, please keep in mind who will be reading it."

I turned toward Sue, steam rolling right ahead and barked at her, "You get to sort out the raw data as it comes in from Dan into coherent categories ready for Steve to plug into the form he gins up. I want it broken down first by client and then each separate facility keeping the chronology intact understood?"

They both nodded but before they went off to begin their long night's work, softening my imperious tone a bit I added, "Thanks guys, ah... Sue I'll be over to help out with the sorting as soon as I get this cover page composed and figure out how the hell to approach the summary for this monstrosity, alright?"

Steve smiled wickedly and asked me, "Since the "Ice Princess" has so graciously deigned to help us lowly troglodytes, what dirty little job have you decided on for her?"

Not even trying to match his impudent leer I answered, "She gets to be our bindery, that way she can be the final arbiter on what goes in and what can be dumped, but shhh I haven't told her yet."

Sue piped in also grinning, "Ooo, I like it girlfriend, nifty way for you to dodge that sticky decision making process."

I chuckled at the insolent pair and said, "That is why I get the big bucks," before shooing them away to get to work.

Things were progressing well if a little too slowly for my liking. It was a quarter to twelve when I finally called everything to a halt. I gathered everyone over at Sue's cube where she, Claire, and I, had been grinding down the voluminous raw data from Dan into manageable mountains of information.

I stood trying to stretch the stiffness from my back and weary limbs and addressed them as a group, "We've made a good start tonight, but I can feel and see the fatigue starting to win out. So let's all go home get some rest and we'll get back to it tomorrow, seven AM sharp."

Before they began filing in the direction of the elevators I added, "And wear something comfortable tomorrow, it's going to be a long day, thanks again all of you." 

Making their separate exits, I was of course the last to leave. I had to reset the security code, and waited impatiently for the lights to dim automatically confirming that I had done it right and I finally got on the elevator with every intention of literally "fleeing the building."

When I finally swung open the door to my apartment, it was nearly one o'clock. As tired as I was, I still felt oddly exhilarated. I wanted to blame those extra cups of coffee I had with diner for my restlessness but deep down I knew the events of my very long, strange, day were behind it and not the extra caffeine. It seemed to happen to me every time I got to work closely with a certain executive assistant in the office and today was no exception. I kicked off my pumps and dumped my purse and keys on the small Shaker table in my entry hall before going about my normal nightly routine. Making my way toward my bedroom, I started stripping off my clothes and tossing some of them in the general direction of the dirty laundry bin. I leaned across the bed setting the alarm. Finally passing the linen closet, I reached inside snatching a fresh bath sheet and headed for the shower.

Standing nude in front of the full-length mirror on the back of my bathroom door, I took some time to examine my assets such as they were. Appraising my slim muscled body, I decided it didn't look too damn bad. A rueful smile slid across my face as I recalled my old girl friend's description of me looking like an "elongated version" of the actress Sabrina Lloyd, "seriously cute but not quite beautiful but with better boobs." I sighed thinking to myself that the cold-hearted thieving bitch wasn't too far off the mark. (Can you tell the relationship ended badly?) My hands ran up my sides with the fingers spread wide following the contours of my body until they were cupping my teacup-sized breasts giving them an appraising squeeze. I figured that even though they strained to fill out a b-cup, there was enough to hold onto. Their very best feature were the long thick nipples centered in my flat perfectly round areolas. I chuckled remembering when my adolescent curiosity caused me to compare them to a pencil eraser. While I found their length a slight disappointment, I was so sure they were longer than the eraser and the metal band that joined the rubber and wood, but not quite. Their diameter however, was a match. I tweaked them lightly grinning at the silliness of youth and they began firming up and swelling immediately. With a couple of rolling twists, my ardor started heating up and I began scanning the room for my cosmetics bag where I kept a handy jelly vibe dandy. After a fruitless search, I remembered that I had left the damn thing next to my bedroom vanity this morning. Sighing with a little frustration, I continued my pre-shower inspection. This just wasn't turning out to be my day.




Warming the IcePrincess Pt. 02



Authors note: I strongly urge you to read the preceding chapters. With the context they provide, this chapter and those that follow will be much more enjoyable for you. Without knowing the characters and from whence they sprang the story may not make much sense. Many of the chapters contain highly erotic scenes of adults having intimate sexual relations. If you are somehow offended by this or are under 18, please stop reading here. To all the rest I wish you the very best and Thank you for reading.

J-stroke 

 Part 2



Chapter 5

Feel the burn 

Monday

I awoke a little after 7:00 am with Claire leaning over me, dressed for work and lightly kissing my ear. I groaned and rolled away from her asking, "What time is it?"

When she told me, I asked immediately in a petulant tone, "Why didn't you wake me sooner, now we'll both be late for work." 

Answering my complaint dismissively she said, "Because you're taking the day off, there's nothing there that requires your immediate attention today."

I barked incredulously at her, "Well, what about that damned audit I never finished?"

Her amused tone caught me off guard when she answered, "Don't worry about it baby, It's been handled," then added, "the only reason I'm going in today is to see that Adams is taken care of and then I can join you back here and maybe we'll go do a little shopping." 

I asked again suspiciously, "Claire, who took care of the audit?"

She evaded any specific explanations and said, "Oh some people I know. They're really quite good and have a reputation for being thorough. Don't about it worry babe." 

Still uneasy about playing hooky I asked again, "You're sure?"

The confidence returned to her voice and smiled saying, "Absolutely, Now go back to sleep you still look a little tired."

It was my turn to smile and as I slumped back against the downy pillow.

I cracked one eye open after her parting kiss to watch her scrumptious ass moving through the doorway out of sight. I smiled remembering exactly how delicious her ass was last night when it was chocolate frosted and straddling my face. Mmmmmm. Chocolate frosting and girl cum right from the source, what a flavor sensation that was. I closed my eyes and smiled with the happy memory replaying in my mind as I slipped easily into a few extra hours of shuteye.

At nine thirty, I woke with a desperate need that wouldn't be ignored. Finished with that, I decided to get started on the dirty little job I had to do. I've never been a regulation "Suzy-Homemaker type" but when I saw what awaited me in the kitchen I decided a professional maid service would have been a wonderful thing, regardless of the cost. The place was a disaster! Cake crumbs and chocolate frosting were everywhere. On the table, most of the chairs, the floor, there was a chocolate handprint on the cupboard doors, and even a streak of chocolate almost six feet up on the wall. (How that happened I couldn't imagine, oh yeah... ah...never mind.) While my coffee brewed, I went in search of cleaning supplies. Still lying where I'd dumped it near the door was my duffle bag. I remembered the box hidden inside and decided that I could do a bit of laundry while I cleaned the kitchen. I found both her cleaning supplies and the washer cleverly tucked inside the same snug closet. Setting the washer on gentle, I loaded in the shirt, socks, and skirt, and headed back to the kitchen to have a sip of coffee before starting on that chore. As I breezed through the living room, I flipped on the wide screen T.V. for some background noise to listen to as I worked. 

Taking the time to enjoy a cup of coffee, I listened to a teaser for the midday news (which of course comes on at eleven, go figure.) The smooth talking announcer told of a breaking news story about a scandal hitting the financial sector. It involved a local firm, Continental Casualty and Insurance Incorporated "We'll have all the details for you at eleven" the disembodied voice said while I damn near choked to death on hot coffee. I rushed to the phone frantically dialing Claire's cell. When I was shunted directly into her voice mail after redialing I had to give up on that. She was either too busy to answer or had it turned off. So, despite my burning curiosity I'd just have to wait for her to come home.

When I felt the kitchen was clean enough I was sweating like a pig. I stopped by the laundry flipping the clean garments into the dryer as I made my way to the shower. While I indulged in the delightful spray, I remembered the strange telephone conversation I overheard Claire making yesterday. I couldn't help wondering if it was somehow related to the news on TV. For some reason my overactive imagination went into overdrive. I started wondering if Claire was somehow involved. Wait a minute, what about the audit I couldn't balance. Holy shit! Now I started to worry that I was somehow in trouble too. I decided to settle down until I had some real information, and let the soothing spray jets work their magic to calm my nerves. Worrying about it at this point was just a foolish waste of time. Besides everyone knew how the newsies fucked up almost every story they reported. Hell it might even be a different company entirely. Those clowns hardly ever gave you the whole story and usually managed to screw up damn near everything.

After I dried my hair and body I went to the dryer to collect my outfit and wasting no time I started putting my things on. I was combing my hair to put in the second of my pigtails when I heard the news begin and since I could hear it clearly where I was, I felt no great urgency to rush and get myself in front of the T. V. The anchor started with the usual banalities before digging right in to the breaking news story. As I listened to the story with half an ear, I found out that it was indeed C.C. & I. that was involved in the scandal. When the news anchor said that the Feds had arrested Chief Financial Officer Clifton L. Adams, and he was being charged with embezzling over $55 million over four years I almost shit! I couldn't believe it! Next they played a press announcement from some company official named Katharine Stilwell but the voice I heard in the bathroom sounded an awful lot like my Claire.

She said, "This case has been a long and difficult one but working in cooperation with federal authorities we were able to uncover and document the fraud perpetrated By Mr. Adams. Many of those involved do not yet know the vital role that they played in this investigation. We do plan to address that situation in the very near future now that the investigation has been concluded and an arrest has been made." I nearly broke my damn neck trying to get into the living room. By the time I did the video on the screen was footage of Adams holding his hands up the hide his face as he was lead away in handcuffs. As the video played, the velvet-throated anchorman explained that Adams faced up to 212 years in prison if he was convicted on all counts. I was totally stunned I always knew something was crooked about that bastard, streamlined system my ass! "You conniving shit-fuck," I said aloud to the T.V., "it serves you right." Deciding that I had enough of the news, I shut the T.V. off before heading back to the bathroom, to finish my transformation into a naughty schoolgirl.

Checking myself in the mirror, I thought damn, for an old lady of thirty-one I could still pull off the schoolgirl routine. The pigtails were perfect the ribbons high set with evenly tied bows. I straightened the short necktie and could clearly see my pointed nipples through the thin white shirt. (No bra required for this outfit thank you very much.) The socks fit snuggly along the contours of my muscular calves. After a little attention with some leather cleaner and a good brushing the saddle shoes looked perfect. However, best of all was the short pleated skirt it washed up beautifully. Thank goodness, I remembered to pull it out of the dryer before the wool could start shrinking. It looked fabulous even damp and I suspected I wouldn't be wearing it long enough for that to be a problem. As I stood there it smiling at my reflection I decided that I could probably walk into any convent school in town and bang every nun in the place. I swirled the skirt around before lifting it to peek underneath and oops, I seem to have forgotten my panties. 

It was almost 1:00 and Claire wasn't home yet so I decided to entertain myself by exploring the smokin' audio system I saw yesterday while she was busy in the kitchen. Every component in the rack was top of the line. I scanned the room for speakers but could only detect a subwoofer discretely tucked under a table. All the rest were cleverly deployed to remain out of sight. I pressed the power switch and the lights and displays came alive. I scoped out the FM tuner but found nothing to my liking on the air. So I shifted my attention to the 60-disc CD changer half-expecting to find Rachmaninoff, Chopin or Mozart but surprise, surprise, it was fully loaded with an awesome array of classic rock. I scrolled down Claire's library list impressed, The Stones, Springsteen, a couple of Clapton discs, Cream, Boston, Styx, U2, Utopia, Van Halen, and of course, the Beatles were well represented. I finally found one to suit my mood, punched up Chicago's Greatest Hits, and pressed play. The volume was already well up when the drums, bass, horns, and guitar began. By the third measure I had figured out which was the volume knob and gave it a savage twist cranking this baby up.

The sound pounded through my body and the whole room I responded to it instinctively, shaking everything I had in time with the music. When Terry Kath started signing in his soulful gritty voice, I was belting it out right along with him.

 Children play in the park they don't know,

I'm alone in the dark even though,

Time and time again, I see your face smiling inside,

I'm so happy, that you love me,

Life is lovely, when you're near me, 

Tell you will stay, make me smile, 

My body moved of its own volition now beyond any conscious controls, seized by the power of the music throbbing through me. Singing along was almost therapeutic giving vent to a host of emotions that welled up from inside me.

 Living life is just a game, so they say,

All the games we used to play, went away,

We may now enjoy the dreams we shared so long ago,

Oh my darling, got to have you,

Feel the magic, when I hold you,

Cry sweet tears of joy, Kiss the sky

I was so into the spell of the music dancing and singing just didn't seem enough. I started playing an energetic mix of air guitar, air drums, and even a wicked trombone that couldn't be seen, switching between them as the music moved me. Chills raced up my spine as I thought about the songs lyrics. The second verse especially could have been written about Claire and me. When the final verse erupted, I sang with gusto and a tear moistening the corner of my eye.

 Now I need you, more than ever,

No more crying, we're together,

Tell me you will stay,

Make me smile, 

The final strains of horn, drum, and brass, died away plunging the room into an eerie silence but only for a second as very loud deliberate clapping echoed inside the room. Before the next track could start, I spun around self-consciously and found Claire was the one applauding. It was very, very loud in the quiet room and I suddenly felt intimidated by her sudden appearance and unhappy expression.

I rushed to the stereo quickly shutting it off and muttered a contrite, "Sorry." 

She folded her arms and said in an exasperated tone, "Well now, that was quite a performance you put on there young lady, what do you have to say for yourself?"

A huge smile flashed across my face but just as quickly, I schooled my expression casting my eyes downward. I could immediately tell she really dug my outfit. Her scowl and the white blouse covered by a rather plain dark cardigan and grey skirt, in my mind transformed her into the sexiest schoolmarm I could ever have dreamed up. Not knowing how far she might want to push things had me so fucking excited I almost peed.

I answered after a lengthy hesitation I told her, "I'm sorry I didn't think I was hurting anything."

The anger coming through in her tone was harsh but very controlled, "You didn't think abusing my audio equipment and dancing around like a trollop would hurt anything?"

It was so hard not to giggle but I managed to squeak out a scared sounding, "No mam."

Pointing to a spot on the floor in front of her, she ordered, "Come here this instant young lady." 

I went to that spot head down stopping in front of her, saying nothing.

She asked me around a sigh of long-suffering, "How can I leave you here alone and expect that you won't act the fool when I'm not here watching over you?"

"I don't know," was my meek reply.

"You do realize you will have to be punished for this young lady," she pronounced.

I almost giggled again but said, "Please no mam it won't happen again, I promise."

"Ha," she quipped, "you promise," and she roughly grabbed my arm dragging me into the kitchen.

She grabbed my arm roughly and dragged me into the kitchen and scolded, "You promised to clean this kitchen and look," her finger pointed at the edge of the table where I had missed a streak of dry cracked chocolate frosting that still clung to it. 

She ordered, "Clean it now and when you are finished, you will be punished."

I turned to get a rag to clean up the smudge but she stopped me instantly, "And where do you think you are going?"

"To get a rag mam," I answered in my best little girl voice.

With her hands on her hips she leaned in only inches from my face and said sternly, "Oh no, we don't let dirty tramps alone with rags so they can rub their pussies with them. You can just use your filthy mouth to clean it, and when you've finished you will bend over that table and wait for me there," she commanded.

Trying not to grin I returned to the chocolate stain and knelt to begin doing as she instructed. I could hear her angry breathing directly behind me as she stood watching in silence before leaving the room. This was turning out so wild I reached down and touched my pussy for a just second and it was soaked, my god I was totally jazzed.

My nipples were rock hard against the cool tabletop as I lay there waiting. The thin material of my shirt did nothing to prevent them from chilling completely. They ached with every slight movement as I lay against the hard polished surface trying not to put any pressure on them. I was bent over the table for what seemed forever before I heard her reenter the room. Her heels clicking against the tile floor in the silent room behind me sounded thunderous as she approached. I could hear her moving around behind me and when she finally stepped near, I could already feel my juices trickling down the inside of my thigh. She began setting a few things on the table where I could see them though I still didn't get one glimpse of her. A long handled wooden spoon was the first item to find a place inches from my wide-open eyes. A long slender rattan cane followed and my mouth formed a silent "oh." The last to find its place was a worn leather razor strop almost three inches wide and my knees nearly buckled just from the sight of it.

Her voice brought me out of my vaporous fog as I stared at the instruments wondering if I could take them all, "I really don't have time for this Jane."

After a few long seconds pause, she bent to look me in the eye before continuing, "However, what you must understand is that to forgo your punishment now would be negligent on my part and would just make it all the more difficult next time."

I nodded wordlessly against the hard surface my eyes locked on hers almost gasping at the wicked gleam I saw there. 

"Good." She said with finality stepping out of my view with her heels clicking sharply.

When her hand first pressed down on my lower back my nerves came alive dancing and tingling up and down my lower body. I could feel my pussy muscles twitching deep inside in anticipation. The trickle of my juices I felt before was now threatening to become a flood. Cool air started pressing in on my ass telling me I would not have much longer to wait as my skirt was being slowly raised.

"Oh...And what is this I see Miss De Marco, No panties?" Claire asked her voice rising to an incredulous tone.

I smiled naughtily without uttering a syllable.

When her hand brushed across my bare skin and I nearly came from the slight contact.

When she announced she'd decided for me and I was almost giddy just waiting for her to start, "We will begin with some simple counting Miss De Marco, do you think you handle that Hmmm?"

I answered for the first time my voice shaking, "Yes mam."

"Good," she said smugly, "see that you do it properly."

Her hand withdrew from my ass as she continued, "I was thinking twenty might be a nice number to begin with but in light of your missing panties and your recent birthday I think perhaps thirty-one would be more appropriate."

I groaned inwardly thinking thirty-one would indeed be a nice number, for starters.

I could almost feel the smile on her face through the air currents in the room when she said, "Do not lose count Miss De Marco; you know what happens then, Yes?"

"Smack!"

I answered, "Yes mam back to the beginning, One."

Before I could even finish my recitation of the rules, my ass exploded with heat under another powerful blow.

"Smack!"

"Two," I barked as the nerves suddenly jumped to life tingling through my whole body.

"Smack!"

"Three," the heat radiating from ass was starting to creep towards my dripping slit.

"Smack!"

"Four," I grunted as her hand began sliding lightly across my ass cheeks between blows.

"Smack!"

"Five."

"Smack!"

"Six," I was really getting into it now my hips began swaying involuntarily.

"Smack!"

"Seven," I said my voice thinning with each new blow.

"Smack!"

"Seven," I repeated and when the eighth, ninth, and tenth blows rained down in quick succession they jarred through to my pussy nudging me over the top, just a little. A clenching mini orgasm throbbed through me and soon had the juices running down my inner thighs almost to the tops of my knee socks. My ass was now burning but regardless of how badly I wanted to massage the warm pink glow I knew was there, I kept my hands tightly balled and tucked under my body while my gasps resounded through the kitchen. The sound of Claire's heels told me she was coming nearer again, I remained silent and quivering in anticipation for her to retake the initiative, and she by god did.

Leaning in very closely, whispering just behind my ear as she harshly gripped my throbbing ass cheeks she asked me, "One should be reasonably able to expect that a trained professional accountant should be able to count past seven, isn't that correct Miss De Marco?" 

I couldn't suppress my grin and answered sheepishly, "Yes mam."

I saw a hint of the devil flicker in her eyes when she caught my smile and said, "Well, well now I think I understand the problem here."

"Perhaps you just aren't taking this seriously enough young lady," and I watched as the thin cane start to move as Claire declared, "perhaps this will help you."

Lifting it by the handle she let the tip drag across the tabletop inches from my face and the sound as it slid out of sight had my heart hammering to the same beat as my dribbling pussy. Shhhick!!!! She drew it across the glossy oak tabletop and then gave it a few experimental swipes through the air swoosh...swish...shwick. Oh God, the sound alone almost had me cumming.

Claire lightly touched it down on my glowing left ass cheek and said to me, "You needn't count them any longer Jane, but you can rest assured that I will not loose my place." 




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She started lightly trailing it across to my equally heated right cheek before adding, "You can also be quite certain that we will be reaching that count of "Thirty-one" before this is over."

Thirty, Holy shit! I panicked and began pleading with her seriously, I'd never taken thirty strokes with a cane but she shushed me calmly and told me that it was after all for my own good. God I almost squealed this was so fucking hot!

Thwack!!

My ass was instantly on fire, and tears popped into the corners of my eyes.

Thwack!!

I grunted and my hands shot out to grip the edges of the table pressing my aching nipples hard into the wooden surface of the table.

Thwack!!

Thwack!!

Thwack!!

Oh god, I thought I would pass out, the juices pouring down my legs felt more like creamy porridge now.

Thwack!!

Thwack!!

She had discovered my untouched outer thighs and they sizzled with a few stinging blows.

Thwack!!

Thwack!!

Thwack!!

Christ almighty, I had another twenty to go and I was already on the verge of cumming like a geyser and passing out simultaneously. My brain had ceased normal functioning unable to decide whether to anticipate the next stroke or find some way to cope with the pain from the last. 

Somehow I remained conscious after the thirty-first welt-razing stroke and lay sprawled across the table limply. My pussy was pulsing furiously now but still aching for release.

Claire said sharply in a tone that had me reeling again instantly, "What, young lady is the meaning of this?!"

I felt the tip of her cane running up my inner thigh before it began expertly probing my sopping folds. She seemed to be inspecting the effects of her handiwork along my dangling lips before she probed my opening with the thin hard tip.

She gasped and withdrew it roughly and barked, "Good lord girl now you've soiled my cane."

Thrusting it in front of my eyes, she ordered me, "Clean it Jane! Clean it Now!

I glanced at the thick semi-viscous fluid coating the tip and was amazed how creamy the musky liquid was. It started sagging and dripping from the bottom of the slender instrument. Giving it a couple of shakes toward my mouth, I opened up for her never lifting my head as she pushed it past my lips. I noisily sucked it clean as she commanded. Tired and sore now I still desperately wanted to cum. It was such a shame she had stopped when she did because only a few more and I would have blown, I think. I was so totally ready to cum I wouldn't have needed much.

Even though I had never taken quite such a caning before, I think I could have endured, even enjoyed a little bit more. Claire ordered me to stand and when the wool of my skirt sagged across my ruby toned ass, it brought every welt instantly back to life with prickly intensity. Only now, did I get my first look at Claire. She looked exactly as I had fantasized dozens of times alone in my bedroom. She was an awesome visage of feminine domination.

She wore a black lace up corset that left her proud jutting breasts fully exposed. Her nipples immediately drew my eye as they stood out a full half inch tall and nearly as thick with her own excitement. At its bottom edge below the lacing, her corset trailed diaphanous layered skirting that when the lighting caught it just right I could see the shadowy outline of her lower body. Even the dusky shape of her pussy was visible through the translucent fabric. What most turned up my heat was her incredible black thing high leather boots with stiletto heals at least eight inches tall! My god she was a sight I started panting again just from looking at her.

She brought me back to earth by tapping her cane on the table next to me, "Sit," she insisted.

Hesitantly I rested one cheek lightly on the edge to accustom my burning buns to the cold surface slowly. By the time, I had fully seated myself she had the cane tip tilting my chin up to look at her.

"You've taken your punishment fairly well Jane," she dragged out the "fairly" to put some emphasis on my lapse in counting.

Leaning against the center island behind her she continued, "I've decided a small reward might be in order." she paused as thought mulling some serious issue and said at last, "Yes I think I have a small one that will do."

She tilted her head looking down on me and said, "Jane you have my permission to touch yourself."

Ooooo, I thought, this was a twist I never saw coming. Even though I really liked it, I reacted slowly as not to reveal too much excitement, too soon anyway. No this was such an unexpected turn-on I wanted to drag it out a bit. I carefully lifted my skirt acting shy about revealing my pussy to her and leaned back a little before lowering my hand. The instant I touched the sensitive tissue I flinched with the intense rush from being forced to masturbate for her while she stood watching. In just a few strokes on my outer lips and I was already getting very close to cumming. My left hand reached up to pinch my throbbing nipples but before my hand touched either of them, she pushed it away roughly with the tip of the cane.

"Those you will leave to me," was her terse command.

"Bitch," I thought silently, one or two hard tweaks and I'd be cumming all over her fucking boots. She had to see how stiff they were as they poked against the fabric of my shirt but I continued fingering only my pussy as I glared at her. Finally, feeling the build up getting stronger I closed my eyes in response. My hips began making very tentative humps at my fingers the skin of my ass resting on the hard table was still very tender. A slight whimper slipped past my lips as my need mounted when I heard a "thwick!" and my right nipple exploded with sizzling heat. My mouth and eyes flew open just in time to hear and see it a second time, ""thwick!"" this time my left nipple blazed with burning intensity. I gasped loudly and my hand on my pussy became a blur.

Claire asked softly with a wicked smile, "Ah...so you do like your reward, don't you my dirty little slut?" 

I nodded never slowing my hand furiously mashing it against my throbbing vulva, god I was so close ""thwick!"" right nipple again, ""thwick!" and oh god the left, Her aim was uncanny, catching just the nipple nothing else, the burn was so fucking intense I was already growling deep in my throat. "thwick!" "thwick!" "thwick!" Oh dear god, I couldn't take much more just a little and I would blast off heading into the stars. "thwick!" "thwick!" I was completely delirious now grunting as my hips ground into my frantic fingers. I was millimeters from rocket land when the tip of the cane suddenly shoved my fingers aside and "thwick!"

Oh, Goddamn! My clit burst with a violent fiery jolt! "Thwick!" "Thwick!" I was completely gone now and not a sound escaped my lips I threw my legs wide open and felt the muscles in my back tightening my hips rocked upward completely exposing my cunt to her. "Thwick!" The nerves throughout my thighs, belly, and pussy, erupted into trembling convulsions and I heard the distant sound of splashing to the floor as powerful spasms rocked my existence. "Thwick!" I convulsed uncontrollably as my cunt pumped out one powerful stream of hot creamy cum, after another. More than I ever had before, or thought was even possible for one human body. The throbbing glow was coursing through my whole body. When she brushed the tip of her cane lightly across my drenched asshole, I pumped out several more streams of liquid as I convulsed through the inhumanly massive orgasm. All of the tension left my muscles at once. I lay limply across the table my ass, pussy, and nipples, all beat out a steady rhythm, each on its own unique wavelength.

I don't really know how long I lay there spent, but I was thoroughly sore, indescribably tired. I was however, at last blissfully and completely satisfied. I wouldn't have moved a muscle for hours but Claire it seemed wasn't quite finished with me... 

"Jane, Jane get up from that table!" she said her voice so stentorian I couldn't make myself ignore her.

I stood in stages trembling legs first, my upper body rising slowly after to a posture that was vaguely upright. As I looked up from where I leaned against the table and my eyes met hers that wicked gleam in her eyes was still there. 

She tapped the reedy instrument against her boot and asked harshly, "What, young lady do you suppose this is?"

My eyes dropped to see a dribble of thick juice sliding down the glossy surface of her boot but didn't have the energy answer her.

"It's your girl cum Jane!" She said it like a dark accusation, even my name. 

"Since you've proven so adept at cleaning with your mouth you can clean this up too, and Now young lady!" Her tone wasn't the least mischievous and she was still holding the cane so I walked stiffly over to her and dropped to my knees to obey her command. The creamy juice was still very warm and I knew immediately it wasn't from me at all. (There was also that drip that landed on the top of my head to help clue me in while I licked it up.) She was drenched! My, my missy dominatrix must have gotten off on this whole thing as much as I did!

As I finished with her boots, Claire leaned forward against the center island and said, "I have something else for you to clean up, and Jane dear, please do be thorough."

I felt a hand grab one of my pigtails pulling my face roughly upward. When my view was fully shrouded inside the wispy dark fabric, the guiding hand slid to the back of my head and pulled my face hard into her molten pussy. My god what a flood. I licked and sucked for several minutes inside the hot house of her feminine musk. Her legs were drenched down into her boots and her seething cleft kept pumping out more. The scent of her permeated my every breath as I swallowed and gasped and went in search of more. I finally gave up and plunged my face tongue first onto her inundated groove. She moaned aloud but my ears only heard the thin rattle of the cane hitting the floor as it slipped from her grasp. Her stance widened and I quickly turned myself around beneath her. I began licking from her crimped aperture to her proudly rigid clit with my tongue spread as wide as I could make it. Several passes like that and she was purring like a contented cat. I thrust my hands out from under her skirts seeking her smooth plump tits and traced along them until I found and gripped her stony teats. I could feel them throb in it between my fingers and every slight additional pressure I added drew a grunt from her deep within her body.

My tongue traced around the pursed ring of her ass and I paused there tickling it while my hands were busy attacking her nipples. After a few seconds of this, an idea popped into my head and I released her globes and spun around beneath her. She groaned in frustration the instant I let go of her glorious boobs but the tone change back to a purr when my wide-open mouth seated overtop the upper reaches of her split. I began mercilessly flicking my tongue across her nubbin while sucking her fleshy lips into my mouth. Even the short hairs of her bush tasted deliciously female, tickling my lips as I sucked up her juices. I could feel her legs start to tremble against my cheeks and decided now was the time to throw a little surprise her way. 

I slipped one of my fingers into her heated cavern letting her juices flow downward coating it with her slick hot secretions. I quickly slipped it out of her pussy and pressed it against her gathered puncture. I wasn't gentle about it and didn't much care to be. Holding my finger stiff I prodded her asshole. Poke, poke, and then in, I it buried it deep inside her. Her hips came alive wildly humping my open mouth as my tongue continued thrashing her clit. My finger wedged itself deeper inside her ass and she ground her pussy against my face using a guiding hand to hold my head steady against her gyrations. I reached up blindly with my free hand finding one of her nipples. I seized it roughly, my fingers squeezing it down to a tiny waist while the rest of the rubbery nub bulged out of my tight grip. My tongue was whipping against her clit ruthlessly while my finger hammering into her ass accelerated. Without warning, I abandoned her pulsing clit and lowered my face to force my tongue deep into her steaming hole. 

My neck strained from the awkward position but I kept stabbing into her keeping my tongue stiff as I drove it deep into her. Each thrust into her seeping cunt squished another hot flavorful mouthful that I had to swallow quickly or I would surely drown. Her leg muscles began shaking with uncontrollable spasms and her throat released guttural grunts as her pussy flooded my face with her savory scent and flavor. "Uhg...Oh...fuck...Uhg... ahhhhh...Yes uhg...Shit...Oh...Ohhhh... She gasped as and arched her back erratically as I assaulted her ass and pussy shamelessly. When did she cum, I was completely unprepared for it. Suddenly her full weight was balanced only on my chin, and the tip of one finger. Her throbbing pussy was flooding my mouth to overflowing and her precious cum dribbled down my cheeks to land on my own heaving chest. My hands flailed grabbing at anything to keep us upright but we finally tumbled to the ground together in an exhausted heap among loud panting and fits of weary laughter.

Claire still panting, sweat plastering her hair to various portions of her face glanced at her watch and gasped in shock, "Aw shit babe its almost five o'clock if we're going to shop we better haul ass."

I shook my head and answered telling her with a tired grin, "I aint hauling this ass much of anywhere it still smarts." 

She leaned up on one elbow and said with a chuckle, "Serves you right messing with the stereo like that." 

"Hey I was just having a little fun, besides that song kinda does it for me!" I protested.

She nodded a smile curling the corners of her mouth before she burst into a decent rendition of the last line of the second verse, "Cry sweet tears of joy, Kiss the sky."

"What a song, what a voice he had," she said with a dreamy expression.

She asked me with a smile and one eyebrow raised, "Well now that you know what happens when you get caught, are you gonna do it again?"

"Abso-fucking-lutely!" I answered her with a huge Cheshire, cat grin, as I dragged myself a few feet to sit up against the cupboard. 

With four wobbly legs and tired arms clinging to each other for support, the two of us made our way toward the shower leaving the kitchen. It was arguably cleaner now but was redolent with the aroma of hot female passion, times two. 



Chapter 6

The Truth will set you Free

Claire had thoughtfully adjusted the water to a cool gentle mist. When it landed on my welted ass it still felt like sharp needles stabbing into my skin. I endured it without complaint just to stand close to her inside the palatial shower. She gently washed my back and shoulders with a soft soapy cloth working her way down toward my tender rump. The soft cotton felt like coarse sand paper when she gingerly glanced across the angry raised lines before slathering my legs with tender soapy caresses.

With definite regret in her voice she said, "Oh honey I think maybe I went a little too far."

I turned tilting her face up to look her in the eye and said, "Nonsense, you were exquisite. I've never had so much fun in any time any where, I wouldn't change a thing."

Pulling her body against me and ignoring the pulse of my still tender nipples pressing into her we kissed tenderly. Her relieved smile was enough for me to forgive anything she had done or would ever do. I wanted to make love to her again and slipped a soapy hand lower exploring her tight buns while I our mouths were locked together. 

As soon as my fingers started tracing along the valley between those firm hills she purred happily but said, "Oh honey I'd so love to go there again but we really do have to get moving."

I whined, "Why? I'd much rather be naked and soapy with you than anywhere else in the world."

She grinned happily and said "Thank you for that," punctuating it with a quick peck. 

She explained patiently, "Something pretty important happened at work today that affects pretty much everyone. The executives have scheduled a reception this evening to explain it all to a select group of people. It mainly involves how we caught a certain scummy criminal bastard today."

I gasped with the sudden recollection of the T. V. news report, which to me seemed ages ago.

"I saw it on the news," I cried excitedly.

"Oh, how much did they show?" She asked her voice sounding strangely guarded.

I answered her with the blur of impressions zipping through my mind, "Well I heard some of it while I was out of the room, but I did get to there in time to see Adams being lead away in handcuffs, Oh Claire is it really true, $55 million?"

Sighing her answer to me she said, "Unfortunately yes it's all true."

She reached up lightly tousling my wet hair and said a little more brightly, "But, because of the great people at Continental he was caught, the money he stole was traced and seized, and he'll be spending a very long time behind bars."

"Serves the fucker right," I told her heatedly. "I always knew there was something crooked about that bastard!"

She smiled and said with a sparkle in her eye, "You my dear miss De Marco were one of the people who put us on to his little scheme." 

I was stunned into silence, and she continued, "You're also one of that select group the upper management would like to thank, so let's move it girlfriend, it just won't do to keep them all waiting."

She turned toward the door and as I stepped behind her to follow, I said brightly, "This is way too cool!" 

Before she made it out the door, I asked her out of curiosity, "Hey Claire when I was listening to it on the news today there was some company rep. who gave a statement to the press before I could get to the T.V. I never did see her but I swear to god she sounded exactly like you. A Katharine something or other, do you know who she is? I'm pretty sure I've ever seen her around the office."

Claire froze, I could see tension knotting the muscles across her back and shoulders as she gripped the door handle, something was wrong.

I moved close and touching her lightly asked, "Hon, what's wrong, are you O.K.?"

In a tone filled with resignation she answered, "Yeah I'm alright but I think we might end up being late after all."

I had no idea how to respond to her odd remark and didn't get the chance, "C'mon lets dry off and then I'll tell you all about her," she said in a languid tone, stepping outside and handing me a dry towel.

We sat at the dinning room table in robes of warm fluffy terry. Claire extracted her wallet from her purse setting it aside on the table before staring off into space. Her face displayed a range of emotions before she thoughtfully looked into my eyes and began.

"Jane, before I get too deeply into everything, I want you to know I Love You. I'm very sorry that I had to keep certain things from you, but I had to keep it from everybody."

She paused gathering herself and said, "I hate to admit it, but even with you I haven't been completely honest. But it was only because I couldn't," she then slipped her drivers license out of the wallet and placed it on the table.

She cleared her throat nervously and began, the words sticking in her throat, "I would have told everything sooner babe but I couldn't, not until that rat bastard Adams was arrested. There was just too much at stake to allow one tiny slip to destroy the work from the last four years. We had to catch him and needed enough proof to makes it stick. I only hope that you will be able to understand." 

I was so thoroughly confused now my head was a whirl. My brows were so tightly bunched and I felt a headache building in my temples. She turned the plastic card around and with a single finger pushed across the table to me without a word. At first, I saw nothing amiss it seemed a perfectly normal driver's license issued by the state. Height, (Ohhh, a very sexy five nine.) Weight, 148 lbs. (not bad baby.) Eye color (hazel) the picture was not flattering but to me she managed to look beautiful even in a driver's license photo. All right, where's the problem here? My eyes scanned down to the name entry and read over it without understanding. So, I read it again and a crashing wave of recognition slammed into me. The name of the woman I heard on television earlier was the same as the name I was now reading. Katharine Clarisse Stilwell. My mouth dropped open but no sound came out, I looked up at her and she nodded twice in admission her eyes never leaving mine.




Warming the IcePrincess Pt. 02



"So that was your voice I heard on the television today," were the first words I uttered as my brain tried to process this alteration in the fabric of my reality.

Her soft answer came in the form of a single word, "Yes."

I tried to keep the hurt from my voice but was completely unsuccessful, "So Katharine... is there anything else you'd like to tell me, like oh perhaps you're actually a man hiding under those shapely curves and pretty curls?" 

She cringed briefly at my barb but answered in the clear soft tone said, "There's a great deal I wanted to tell you Jane and now that Adams has been arrested, I can tell you all of it."

I leaned back against the stiff chair still looking at her license card and read the name aloud, "Katharine Clarisse Stilwell," and shook my head in disbelief.

"Actually I do prefer Claire," she said with a small hopeful smile.

My hands fell into my lap as I looked over at her trying to get my seething anger under control. She was still the same gorgeous woman I had lusted after in a four-year secret obsession. In the last three amazing days, she had become the lover I could only have invented in my dreams. I decided finally that it didn't really matter what her name was. I loved her anyway. Even though it was difficult for me to open my heart to anyone, I still trusted her somehow. It hurt me deeply to have that trust trampled on even a little. Intellectually I knew I needed to hear the rest story and right now! Emotionally I was still a bit fragile and deep in my subconscious some of my mental armor snapped into place. 

Casually flipping the plastic card onto the table top where it spun to a stop against her fingers I said, "Alright Katharine, lets have the rest of it," I was still was having considerable trouble keeping the anguish from my voice. I had to calm myself down and listen to her. Although emotionally I still wanted to run from the room and cry like a baby.

"Jane do you recall ever seeing or hearing the name K.C. Stilwell around the office," she asked tentatively.

Instantly recognizing the name I answered, "Yeah, as a matter of fact I do. Salesperson of the year for six straight years out of the L.A. office and then "poof" that name disappeared from the awards roster about four years ago."

Before she could say another word I bounced forward in my chair pointing at her and erupted into giddy laughter, "You! You are K.C. Stilwell!"

My mind instantly recalled scenes of the break room at work where the sales staff was bitching about that effing K.C. Stilwell winning top honors again. I laughed softly and said to her, "I don't think the salespeople in the home office ever realized you weren't a man."

She smiled ruefully before saying, "We were counting on that."

"You see four years ago Jane my dad along with the board of directors had already approved the position of Vice President of sales for me after Avery Crumpler retired. But, before it would be officially acknowledged he asked me to do him and the company a favor. A big one." 

Taking a deep breath and letting half of it out through pursed lips she added, "This is where it gets complicated. The company was in the midst of the merger with Allied. At the last minute, they threw in the provision that Clifton Adams and another pair of V. P.'s were to be given comparable slots in our organization. Dad was under immense pressure from the board to close the deal and reluctantly agreed to it."

She paused thoughtfully and then resumed her narrative, "My dad was never comfortable with the arrangement and Adams bothered him most of all with his "streamlined accounting system." 

Her expression changed and stared off into space continuing, "You see Jane, Pop was an old school accountant before he started Continental insurance forty some years ago. What he saw Adams doing with the books at Allied made him uncomfortable, but neither he nor an FBI investigation of Allied years before could ever prove anything was going on." 

"He wanted someone he could trust to keep an eye on Adams and see if he was up to something. Naturally he reached out to me, his only daughter who was at that time completely anonymous inside the home office."

Suddenly all of the disquieting things I had learned about Claire started to fit into place. The car, the condo, the furnishings, the clothes. On an executive assistant's salary, my ass! Things were beginning to make some sense to me so I quickly tuned back into her story.

"We tried to slip me into a position that wouldn't arouse his suspicions and when his executive assistant quit unexpectedly, I was in," She said excitedly almost as though she where talking about someone else.

"The name was totally my father's invention, my middle name, and a variation on his first name which very few people even know, luckily for us it worked. We fooled everyone. No one ever caught on to who I really was. Including some people I never wanted to mislead, I am sorry Jane, but it just couldn't be helped."

I nodded accepting her explanation completely. She was still every bit the woman I was in love with secretly for the past four years. I was forced to come to grips now that to keep from deceiving me she would have had to betray her father. That was a standard I wouldn't hold myself to and would be monstrously unfair for me to apply to her. 

After asking myself honestly, what had really changed? The answer that peaked out from behind my bruised ego was not one damn thing! 

"Claire," I stuttered, "I do love you, I can't change that," I said with absolute sincerity, "but, for future reference, don't ever do anything like this again. I don't like being lied to or deceived, I can't handle it. Call it a character defect if you have to but honesty is something I prize above anything else. I won't let myself compromise on that, do we understand each other?"

"Yes absolutely!" was her immediate reply as her tight expression relaxed into a smile.

I stood holding my arms open and she exploded out her chair to fill the vacant space. Her mouth found mine in a warm, loving kiss was but when the tear sliding down her cheek touched my skin I realized with some surprise that she was sobbing in my arms. I held her tightly trying to communicate the affection I felt for her through the embrace but after a moment, I pulled back a bit and rested my forehead lightly against hers.

I asked her, "This has really been bothering you hasn't it ...babe?"

A tearful, "Yes," was her reply as her soft sobs continued.

I told her gently, "It's alright now honey, I'm not upset with you."

Her voice squeaked thinly as her crying continued, "But I was so scared that you would be so mad. I was afraid that you might be angry and you'd leave because I didn't tell you the truth. I felt like I was risking everything that mattered to me because I just couldn't risk telling you who I really was."

"Ah ...Claire honey," I said in a lighter tone, "That was before I knew that you've spent so much time in sales." I paused to let out a little giggle and told her, "Well shit, now I kind of expect that sort of behavior."

Her head rose slowly and her teary eyes held mine in an incredulous stare for about three seconds. Her sobs ceased and her body began shaking again but this time with quiet relieved laughter. The sound filling the quite room helped lift the heavy atmosphere from both of us.

She shook her head and said snuffling her now running nose, "Very funny Jane, Very funny indeed." I pecked her on the lips tasting her salty tears and immediately leaned in for a longer more intimate kiss that she needed as much as I did.

"Alright funny girl," she smiled at me and said, "Let's get going to this damn reception so you can find out the rest of the gory details."

Hooking my arm through hers, as started for the bedroom in search of proper attire, I said, "With pleasure my love, with pleasure." 

Just watching her dress was incredibly erotic for me, her movements were so smoothly efficient, and her selections so impeccable I was getting all hot and bothered just watching her get dressed. She pulled on her dark crimson hose and adjusted the garter belt suspenders until they were just right. I stopped what I was doing completely to marvel at her faultless beauty. Watching someone getting dressed would not normally do this to me but I was so captivated with watching her, I couldn't even properly run a brush through my hair. Her unrestrained breasts swayed with her movements as she slipped into a pair of scandalously brief panties I had to force myself to turn away or I would never get myself ready to go. I had to choose between putting on my own clothes so I could go with her or keep watching her and masturbating. It was a very close call which would win out. Finally able to finish with my hair and plucked a very lightweight thong from the boutique bag I was given on my birthday. I carefully slid it up and over my still tender ass and decided to dispense with a bra. The dress Claire had loaned me was essentially a shapeless tube in mercifully lightweight silk. The russet colored dress had thin spaghetti straps and had a loose scooping cowl neck. The color complimented my sandy blonde hair and seemed to make my clear blue eyes sparkle when I finished with my mascara and stepped back from the mirror for a final appraisal.

I heard an appreciative whistle behind me and then her reflection emerged over my shoulder to join me admiring my reflection in the mirror. I smiled for her and she dangled a pair of open toed leather high-heeled pumps with copper accents over my shoulder. I reached for them but as I did, the gathers at my neckline shifted a bit and Claire gasped in my ear.

She asked me with a smile and pointed at my reflection, "Are you sure you want go without a bra Jane?"

"Absolutely," I answered her in all seriousness, "I want everyone to know how excited I am to be with you."

She smiled brightly and said, "You go girl," punctuating it with a light smack on my cheek as she stepped around me to perform her own facial ablutions.



Chapter 7

Revelations

The ride to the hotel where this shindig was taking place was as brief as 600 plus horsepower could make it. The two of us walking together seemed to draw quite a few stares as we made our way through the hotel's lobby. I wasn't deluding myself that they were gawking at the stick woman in the russet dress walking next to the clock-stopping enchantress I was trying to keep pace with. 

Bedecked in deep crimson from her lovely throat to the floorboards, she was stunning. Her ensemble's continuity was only broken by two delectable expanses of creamy white skin. Under the short upright collar encircling her slender neck where the dress began, the shimmering fabric covered her shoulders terminating in very short sleeves leaving the rest of her arms bare. From there things became much more interesting. The front of the dress opened into a scooping teardrop to reveal just enough cleavage to hint at the treasures hidden below. Connecting the collar with the sleeves there was a small stretch of fabric that spilled over her shoulders. After that, the entire back of the dress was missing from her shoulder blades downward to her waist. It resumed concealing her flesh from view just in time to shroud the first smooth swelling of her scrumptious derrière. (Oh how I wanted to get her back home and out of that damn dress!) As we approached the open ballroom doors, she paused bending her arm out to me saying, "Shall we?"

Slipping my own arm through hers, I answered, "Absolutely! What do ya say, you give them all something to look at, and I'll give them something to talk about."

Her relaxed smile was a delight to see when she glanced over her shoulder at me and said just before we stepped inside, "You are just too damn cute girl." She then abruptly turned in front of me and lightly brushed a nonexistent fleck of dust from my dress. Her fingers swiped across the material near my nipple giving her the opportunity to surreptitiously brush across it.

I protested, "Now that's not fair you, you, devious woman, now that one's gonna stick out way farther than the other," I tried rearranging the loose folds at my neck in a futile attempt at preserving my now seriously imbalanced immodesty.

She whispered into my ear, "You said you wanted everyone to see how excited you were to be with me, well I guess I do too."

Under my breath I muttered, "Just wait till I get you home woman you're gonna pay for that."

Laughing openly she answered, "Promises, promises." 

I pulled her close so that I could be certain she would be the only one to hear. I whispered in a husky tone, "Lady, I don't really care what name you have on your drivers license, as long as it is MY name you're screaming when you cum."

Slipping my arm from hers, I snuck it behind her for a quick pinch to reinforce of my declaration. Her yelp and surprised throaty giggle had heads all over the room turning in our direction. Regaining her composure, she acknowledged several people that she recognized as we made our way deeper inside the sparsely populated ballroom. 

We were still walking together when she stopped and said, "Oh, I didn't expect to see them here tonight." 

I scanned the room asking her, "Who Babe?" 

"Them," she said pointing toward two uncomfortable looking men across the room. One was older and rather distinguished looking. The younger of the pair was a bit more disheveled, but both men wore unimpressive grey suits with dark narrow ties and black utilitarian shoes.

I asked her flatly, "You mean the cops?"

She laughed answering, "Yes, but actually they're Feds. FBI for your information and they have both been very helpful in this case."

"And such snappy dressers too," I clowned to her in an exaggerated mocking tone.

She slapped my arm in their defense, "I would like to go thank them for coming," then asked me, "Do you mind?"

"Sure thing toots," I said in my best Jimmy Cagney voice, "Go ahead toss me aside to go schmooze with the G-men," I couldn't keep it up and added chuckling in my own voice, "If there's a bar in this place that's where you'll find me, I think I need a drink." 

She pointed vaguely toward one corner of the room and said, "I'll catch up with you there babe," and as I turned away she gave me a pinch every bit as good as the one she got in the doorway.

I couldn't resist watching her in motion as she went to greet the two Feds. God was she a amazing. I smiled hugely with the secret knowledge that tonight I would be the only one here to find out how spectacular those parts that her dress did cover up really were. I felt like I had just won the lottery. (Honey I've hit the jackpot! Yehaw!) I made my way in the general direction she indicated and found a typical hotel cash bar. It was a slightly upscale version somewhat longer and sturdier looking. My heart sank when I noticed that the top was covered in pre-poured champagne flutes and the basic ingredients for bone-dry gin martinis. Neither was to my liking so I asked the barkeep if that was all he had and his answer was a disheartening, "Yeah pretty much." 


Shaking my head in disappointment, I said aloud, "Damn, I'd kill for a beer. You know something with some flavor and a little color."

"I wish I could help you, but the only beer I have back here is reserved," he said as I turned away from him leaning heavily against the bar to look around the people bustling into room.

Off to my right I heard a soft raspy drawl say just loud enough to be heard over the din, "Don't be an ass Stu, give the lady a beer."

I turned to see a tanned very handsome gentleman with starkly silver hair hoist a dark brown bottle to his mustached lips and wink at me as he tipped it back. I heard a church key in action behind me and spun to find the recalcitrant bartender reaching toward me to hand over an ice-cold bottle of dark imported ale. I saluted my generous bar mate with a tip of the bottle before hoisting it and talking a long thirst quenching pull.

"Ahhh, damn that's good," I said stepping down the bar to thank my benefactor.

"Jane De Marco" I said offering my hand, "and you sir, are my new hero."

He smiled up at me the small creases on his weathered face crinkling at the corners of his hazel eyes. He took my hand and said, "Don't be lying now little lady I saw you coming in," he pointed with his bottle toward the main doors and said, "You already got yourself a hero."

I smiled around a sip and asked him, "Does it show?"

"It surely does," he said not letting go of my hand and continued introducing himself, "Bartholomew Stilwell, but my drink 'in buddies call me Bart," he finished with another barely perceptible wink. 

My mouth fell open in instant recognition of the name, "Well fancy meeting you here," I laughed uncomfortably.

He looked me over, then nodded as if settling some internal debate about me, and said looking into my eyes, "I've heard some good things about you Miss De Marco, and I hope to hell they're all true."

His smile evaporated as he went on, "Only one thing means a damn to me though, you gonna make my baby girl happy?"

Momentarily stunned by his directness I set my beer down and looked at my empty hands deciding now was not the time to tap-dance around the truth. I needed to be just as honest and direct as he was being and told him, "I'm damn sure gonna try."

I looked up into his eyes recognizing the same inherent strength there that I saw when I looked at his daughter and finished my thought, "I don't really have a choice sir, I love her."

Searching my face, he finally patted my arm warmly and said, "That's all I can ask honey, I thank you for being straight with me."

"I don't know any other way to be ...sir," I said returning my eyes to my empty hands.

He said under a mock scowl, "You can knock off that sir crap any time now, call me Bart."

Still unsettled I answered him reflexively, "Yes sir...Bart...sir."

With his smile masked beneath his wide white moustache he chortled, "Slow learner."

His jab had me chuckling quietly along with him, still looking down at my beer and said, "That may be Bart, but once I get a fix on something it pretty much stays learned."

"She sure is something our Claire, isn't she?" He said never taking his eyes off me. 

Hearing the undisguised love and admiration for her coming through in his voice I answered with enchantment, "She's wonderful Bart. She's so much more than I'd ever hoped for or dreamed of, I have to keep asking myself how the hell did I get so...lucky."

He tipped my chin up gently and said in his smooth southwestern drawl, "I know just how you feel little lady. I been in love before, couple times actually. Felt the same way about her mama, she sure was something too, damn how I miss her. She was an awful lot like our girl, a real fireball."

I smiled with understanding as we both searched the room. When I found her happily chatting and working the crowd, I didn't have to point her out because the pride in his misty eyes told me he already found her well before I did. 

Setting his empty on the bar and he straightened and stepped close to me, with a last appraising glance said with quiet finality, "You'll do," and gave me a warm fatherly hug around my shoulders before moving away from the bar to catch up with her.

He looked back at me and said over his shoulder with another wink, "You want another beer honey you tell that jackass behind the bar I said it's alright now, you got that Jane?"

I answered him with a broad smile, "Yes sir I got it... Bart," and watched him head off through the crowd vaguely in Claire's direction. 

Damn, that went well I thought to myself. I decided that his pronouncement "You'll do," was high praise indeed from the folksy founder of the company. The room was warm but I had goose bumps all over my body and a half a cold beer wasn't doing it to me. His acceptance meant more to me than I imagined it might. I felt a flush of pride that he hadn't found me somehow lacking. Finishing my beer, I heard the crowd beginning to hush and thought that for only fifty odd people they sure were a noisy lot. I watched as Claire heading over to the raised dais with her father and the two G-men in tow.




Warming the IcePrincess Pt. 03



 Authors note: I strongly urge you to read all of the preceding chapters. With the context they provide, this chapter and those that follow will be much more enjoyable for you. Without knowing the characters and from whence they sprang the story may not make much sense. Many of the chapters contain highly erotic scenes of adults having intimate sexual relations. If you are somehow offended by this or are under 18, please stop reading here. To all the rest I wish you the very best and Thank you for reading.

J-stroke 

 Part 3

Chapter 10

(On Display)



After taking a few minutes to look over the controls I turned the key and was greeted with a deep throaty growl the as engine sparked to life. Oh, my god this was so cool! Waiting as the garage doors to swing out of the way seemed to take forever but we were soon wheeling down the road heading for the freeway. 

Claire asked me excitedly, "Well do you like it?"   

With a huge smile splitting my face I answered her rather sarcastically, "Oh hell no, with all of this horsepower it's probably too fast, besides that its way too sleek, and frankly it's just too damn red."

She reached behind me and ripped the sticker from the rear window saying, "Well it's also too damn late now you have to keep it." She crumpled the paper into a tight ball and pitched it out the window saying, "Officially it's now a used car." 

We laughed together listening to the motor growl as I went through the gears and slipped into the midday traffic. Belatedly I remembered the changes that her job and life underwent today and asked, "So what goodies come with your promotion sweetie?" 

She smiled shyly and answered, "Oh I get a pretty good bump in pay, and a few other perks but more importantly I will have a bigger say in the direction of the company."

I nodded understanding why that was more important than a few extra bucks or trinkets that came with the title.

She went on her tone showing some concern, "With dads help and yours we may yet turns things around and pull this company back onto its feet."

It was my turn to be a little concerned, "How bad is this mess we just stepped into Claire?"

She smiled and said, "We won't really be sure until the entire Adams fiasco sifts out but between him, Katrina last year and that god-awful merger the board forced on dad if we have another major storm or disaster we could be in a really ugly spot."

I sighed and said, "So this job I just accepted isn't going to be all fun and games?"

She shook her head still smiling.

"I knew you guys left something out this morning," I said with a sardonic grin, "damn, should have known better." 

Her hand found my thigh giving it a light squeeze she said, "I'm sorry about that honey but didn't your mother ever tell to be careful what you wished for?"

"Ha!" I laughed, "the only thing my mother ever told me was to keep my legs crossed and don't get lured into something by a slick line or a flashy car."

She laughed and her hand became more active on my leg and noted, "I can see you didn't follow her wise council very well."

Dipping further in between my legs to brush against my panty covered mound, she asked coyly, "Did you notice the best feature of your new office babe?"

I shook my head distracted by her wandering fingertips.

"The door has a lock on it," she leaned over kissing my ear lobe and whispered, "I can hardly wait for our first private conference, I'm getting all wet just thinking about it."

At this point, she was by no means alone in her moistened condition. I was so torqued-up from all the excitement today my libido was running several gears higher than my shiny new car. My hands were full piloting the vehicle and my concentration was becoming seriously compromised. Trying to control my breathing I said, "Show me babe," as I turned off on an exit that would take us away from traffic and lead us to safer speeds along the lakeshore. 

"Here?" she asked in an incredulous tone.

"Absolutely," I answered then added, "C'mon now hike up that pretty dress and show me some pink lover." 

Her seat belt snapped loose and with a little effort, she managed to shimmy her dress up over her hips. When she laid back against her door opening her legs the telltale dark smudge on her powder blue panties told me she wasn't exaggerating in the least. My hand disengaged from the wheel and I reached over to trace the outline of her clit that I could clearly see pressing against the thin fabric. She purred at my touch and I trailed my nail along the outline of her lips pouting beneath the growing stain. Approaching a tight curve a little too fast, I had to pull my hand away and downshift under heavy braking just to keep the car between the ditches and said to her, "You'll have do it babe, I've got to keep the car on the road." 

She looked at me strangely and I added, "Lose those panties too I want a clear view."

Claire's protest was pretty weak when she said, "Jane honey, I can't, not here."

"Have it your way," I answered without a shred of give in my tone, "But we're not going near the restaurant until I get to see you cum, at least once." 

She chuckled the whole time she was struggling to skin off her sodden panties. When she leaned back again spreading her legs as wide as the cramped interior would allow she purred lustily, "Alright you naughty girl is this better?"

Dividing my attention between the road and her deep red bush with the moist pink lips beneath it, I could only utter, "Much," as I gulped in amazement dividing my attention between the road and the beauty of her creamy skin.

Rounding another curve as she started spreading the juices over her lips, I realized this was still going to be harder than I thought. She chuckled as I fought to manage the car along the twisting road as it followed the serpentine edge of the lake and still watch as her fingers teased and dipped into her body. Thank goodness the traffic was light. I was almost ready to head back to the freeway when we hit a lengthy straight stretch which made my task a little easier and a whole lot more enjoyable. Claire was already moaning with two fingers sliding in and out while her other hand worked her clit pressing down firmly and swirling in slow circles. I reached over and slid my hand over the curve of her breast and found to my delight neither her bra nor the light material of her dress were able to hide her swelling nipples from my fingertips. I lightly teased and tugged on it until it was pressing so hard against the thin fabric it was making a visible bulge. Her other firm breast was just out of my reach but she corrected that by leaning forward as she stabbed her fingers into her succulent split. Staring right into my eyes she released a pent up whimper as her urge to cum began building. I hated tearing my eyes from the spectacle she was providing but the road ahead demanded it. So I gave her nipple a last pinch and her whole body twitched in response. With both hands back on the wheel, I negotiated the next curve offering her a little verbal encouragement.

"Yeah baby that's the way to do it," she leaned back again with her hips bucking lightly. Her moaning was getting louder now and just listening to it, I was in serious danger of flooding my own panties or wrecking the car, probably both. God it was so hot watching her plump lips sliding open and wrap around her pumping fingers. My senses were flooded with the smell of her musk mingling with that delightful new car aroma. The close atmosphere inside the little car gave me another wild idea. 

We were only doing around 35 mph so after locating the appropriate switch I announced, "It's starting to get a little stuffy in here how about some air babe," and pressed the button while she worked on hers. The black ragtop began moving immediately folding down into the boot, Claire's eye opened wider and she barked "Jane No!" 

I smiled wickedly at her and said, "Too late."

Her hand pulled away from her pussy as she tried to straighten out in her seat I grabbed her thigh and stopped her saying harshly, "You're fine just the way you are."

She balked and said, "But what if somebody sees me?"

"They won't," I answered still feeling her muscles bunched and tight, "Besides beautiful you not doing it for them you're doing it for me."

Slowly she relaxed back into position and her fingers returned to their warm dark hiding place. While she was beginning to work herself back into a better frame of mind I told her, "I think maybe you really want to show off your naughty pussy with your fingers buried inside it, isn't that right baby."

Her eyes were locked on me as I talked and I could hear her breathing growing ragged. Her hands picked up speed as well so I kept going, "C'mon my slutty girl slip another finger into that hot little pussy."

She whimpered and bit at her lip because to add the extra finger she had to stop her steady pumping. She obeyed me however and her hips responded by grinding against the probing fingers.

"That's right honey fuck your sweet little cunt for me baby, Oh yeah you want to cum hard for Jane," I urged her further. Her mouth opened taking little gasps as she pounded her fingers into her honey pot. She was so adorable to watch as little tremors rocked her body, her legs twitching in response to the nimble fingering. She closed her eyes and laid her head back while she stroked her beautiful body just for me to enjoy. 

In the rear view mirror, I saw a pickup truck closing on us fast. Soon it would be right on top of us. After a few seconds indecision I left our speed exactly as it was. The pickup rode my bumper for a half-mile or so and finally frustrated with my dawdling, the driver pulled out to pass. With the top down the roar of the wind was loud enough inside that Claire didn't hear him pull along side. The instant he saw what was going on inside the little red convertible he lifted his foot off the gas and began pacing us. Her eyes were closed tight while she pounded her fingers faster into her crevice. The juicy noises they made weren't quite torn away by the wind but I didn't want her to notice the truck until just the right moment. 

When she began a fitful moaning and making little squeaking noises, I knew she was really close and reached over caressing her thigh I said, "C'mon baby cum for me, show me your cum, fuck that hot little pussy, Yeah that's it baby."

Keeping one eye on the road, I slipped my hand downward and I tickled her tight little asshole with one fingertip.

Her eyes flew open she looked at me hungrily with her eyes glazed and hooded. She then spotted the driver of the pickup along side leering at her while her fingers pumped deeply in and out of her juicy crease and that was it. Her body arched into the probing fingers and she whimpered and gushed. I watched the juices pulsing around her fingers as they stayed in a motion sliding in and out of her pussy but her eyes never left the guy driving the truck. I reached over roughly pushing her hand away and started tracing my fingers along every cum soaked surface of her cunt. I turned toward the pick up along side and made quite a show of licking her steamy cum from my fingers. I gave the driver a smile and a wink, and then tapped the brakes until he was forced to pass by us, and move over by an oncoming panel van.

Claire noisily sucked her fingers clean with mischief in her glassy eyes and said with a giggle, "Damn that was fucking hot."

I laughed and nodded in total agreement before I said, "Maybe we should explore your exhibitionist tendencies some more later."

I no sooner had I said it, when I spotted a sign announcing a scenic overlook was just half a mile ahead on our right. (Another thought popped into my head, to hell with it why wait?) I slowed the car, downshifting and braking to make the exit. Once inside the deserted half circle of pavement I searched around for the right place and pulled to a stop. I opened my door and was out of the car while she was preoccupied with rearranging her dress and wiping her juices from the leather seat with her panties. I threw her door open, grabbed her right leg pulling it outside of the car, sliding her butt across the seat.

She sputtered, "Hey...Jane what the...for chrissakes what are you doing?"

I looked up at her as I knelt next to the car and answered, "Why I'm going to explore your exhibitionist tendencies," I smiled pushing her dress out of my way saying, "I think I saw them hiding right under here."

I dove forward onto her musky bronze bush without waiting another second. I buried my face right into the steamy junction between her thighs. Seeking out her plump lips and swollen clit I started sucking all of them greedily. I tongued her folds lapping up the juicy cum still clinging to them. The flavor was incredible, so sweet and tangy and the musky scent drove me wild. Seconds later, I felt her fingers tangling in my hair on the back of my head. She pulled my mouth hard against her pussy and started humping my face with unexpected intensity. Her hips arching battered her folds against my open mouth, chin, and wriggling tongue. Thank goodness, I wore a skirt today too because my own pussy was aching for some attention. I slipped my hand beneath it and started rubbing my own panty covered slit as I drove my tongue into Claire's smoldering furnace. She used my hair for leverage to maximize the pressure on her pussy. My own clit was so erect and sensitive that even rubbing it through my panties had me flinching every time a finger bumped across it. 

Claire leaned back across the center console as I licked her hot creamy furrow. I reached upward with one hand blindly groping for her breast. I pawed the heavy mound roughly loving its firmness against my palm. Her Pussy was so saturated in her musk I made loud slurping sounds against her slit trying to swallow all of the juice. Keeping my tongue pistoning into her my fingers began teasing the hard nipple straining under her dress. It kept slipping from between my fingers, so frustrated I pinched the little nub using a bit of nail. 

Claire gasped and gyrated her cunt even faster against my abused face squealing, "Yeah...baby do me...eat me...Oh fuck...Yes!!!... That's it babe... harder... Oh god damn." 

I brought my other hand up lubricating my middle finger in her copious flow before gently pressing it against her asshole. Her own movements nudged just the tip into the tight opening. I stiffened my finger and began rocking my hand and soon its full length was on its way deep inside. She reacted instantly thrusting her hips up and down against the extended digit until it was buried deep inside her and she howled her delight hoarsely, "Yeah do me...Yeah baby fuck my ass... Oh Jane...Oh God damn!!!...Oh yes!!!"

I started thrusting in and out after recapturing her clit with my lips nursing on it as I would a nipple. I had to let go of her wonderful heavy tit because my own pussy was feeling terribly neglected. I pinched and rubbed my own clit hard with my soaked fingertips that were rapidly growing spastic in my excitement we were both soon ready to burst. Claire hollered, "Yes...Oh Yes baby...You fuck my ass...Oh god..." I added a second finger pushing it past the dark snug ring. I left her clit nibbling all along her swollen labia before stuffing my tongue deep into her quivering pussy. She began shaking uncontrollably as she came flooding my mouth and chin with her juices. 

Claire could barely grunt along with the pulses, "Ah...ah...ah...Uhg...ah...oooo...oh yes...ah...oh." 

It was so fucking awesome feeling her thighs trembling against my cheeks her pussy convulsing into my mouth and the spasms running through her ass clenching on my fingers. Every sound she made along with that of the traffic passing by our not so private hiding place screened by a thin row of trees sent a thrill through my body that finally got the best of me too. With a last firm pinch on my own clit, I too was cumming in shuddering torrents that dribbled through my thin panties onto the sidewalk beneath me.

They were so totally soaked I could feel the juices pooling to the sides of them and knew there would be a growing stain on the concrete that marked our visit. I licked Claire's pussy as clean as I could before rising to my full height. Standing still, using the open door to support my shaky legs I looked down at her. She lay half in half out of the open door panting, legs agape, and dress bunched around her middle I couldn't help thinking she was still the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. Smiling happily, I helped her sit upright and then stand to straighten her dress. We checked it over for any telltale stains and finding none, she sat back down inside the car. (How we managed that I'll never know.) 

I swung her door closed and started making my way around to the driver's side. With the top down, I clearly heard her complaining, "Hey, no fair! Don't I get a taste?" I took a quick look around and still finding no one else nearby, I reached under my skirt, tugging down my saturated panties.

Making sure to give my swamped pussy a good wipe I tossed them to her and said, "Here you go." 

She said sarcastically, "Ha, ha, very funny, it's not what I had in mind baby and you know it." I took my seat next to her watching as she toyed with the idea of giving them a sniff. As soon as we pulled away from the curb, she pitched them over the side laughing, "Let that be a lesson to you dear, the next time you wet your panties don't wear such pretty ones, it's a shame to see them go to waist. 

I answered her comment saying, "Duly noted, but we need to haul ass or your dad will start wondering what the hell happened to us."

She started laughing and told me, "If we don't find somewhere to clean up first, we won't be leaving him with much wondering to do." 

 Chapter 11

(The Truth Unvarnished)

   When we arrived at Romero's a little after 2:15. Mr. Stilwell was already seated at a small table inside. He had his back to the door so we snuck up on him each giving him a kiss on the cheek and said, "Been waiting long?" 

He answered holding up his half-empty glass of Pinot Grigio, "Still my first glass, where have you two been," he turned the tables asking us.

Claire and I exchanged knowing smiles and answered in unison, "Driving of course."

Laughing at the pair of us he said, "Of course," and then added in a quietly, "Well you got here ok, so I guess all that horsepower wasn't too much to handle."

I was in such good mood I couldn't help myself and that clown inside wanted out so I blurted, "Oh it was touch and go for a while there but we managed to keep the wheels on the hard stuff," I paused before adding, "I just love the smell and feel of it, its so wonderful."

Claire couldn't take any more of my double-entendres and burst into laughter saying, "Come on Jane, let's order already I'm starved." 

We girls opted for a dry white wine too and decided to share a plate of Fettuccine Dorate because the portion size at Romero's was the stuff of legend. I was surprised at how well Claire's father handled the menu. He ordered Bucatini all'Amatriciana and asking the waiter in passable Italian if they used real pork jowls or pancetta in the sauce, did they serve it over bucatini or regular spaghetti? This pair, Claire and her father were always throwing surprises at me but they were so damn easy to warm up to. I was starting to feel like I was part of something, part of a family again. I almost treared up when the thought darted through my brain. I had to grab a crusty hard roll and butter it to give my mind something else to focus on. I needed to calm down or I surely would have been in tears, happy ones but still. (I seem to do that all the time lately, crying at the drop of a hat is not normal for me. I feel like such a, such a...girl!)




Warming the IcePrincess Pt. 03



Claire asked her father what seemed to be an innocent question, which gave me time to gather my wits as I listened to them chat, "So dad what are you going to do with all your extra time off now?"

He smiled answering in a dubious tone, "Extra time? Honey at my age there is no such thing as "extra" when you're talk'in bout time."

"You know what I mean ya poop," she fired back at him.

He thought for a moment and sipped his wine before answering again, "Well I want to spend some time working the ranch and I've got that real nice Tabiano filly I've been trying to break, she's, she's well kinda like Jane. A real sassy, feisty young thing and she's almost as cute as our girl here."

I blushed lightly as he teased and offered, "Well now it sounds like you best be careful with that one, she might just try throwing you to see if you good enough to stay with her for the whole ride."

He laughed at my guesstimate of the horses moods and said, "You may be right there honey she's got spirit but I been on horses a lot cagier than this little girl that couldn't throw me She'll do fine with the right training. I want to see how she handles the show ring."

"Speaking of training, " he said with a glance from Claire back to me, "We are not going to be able to give you very long to get used to your new job honey and I'm sorry for that, we just can't spare the time."

Our meals arrived interrupting his explanation but as soon as we were all settled with our delicious food he resumed as thought the waiter had never appeared.

"I asked about your passport before because I was thinking of sending you with Claire here to China and help her land that Elmwood contract," he said smiling at my wide-eyed expression.

After a bite of his pasta he continued, "You know the material in that report as well as anyone. Claire is one hell of a saleswoman but even she will need to be well informed to make a solid deal for us. If we can get that contract for their three China facilities, they have three more U.S. factories and two in Taiwan. Not to mention their corporate headquarters, landing the first one will open the door to all the rest. " 

You see Jane the Elmwood deal could prove pivotal for Continental," he left that statement hanging by a thread to chew another mouthful then added, "We are in a very tight spot financially right now and unless we get a grip on several issues quickly, the damage done by Clifton Adams might yet prove fatal to the whole company."

I sputtered in disbelief my thoughts hopelessly jumbled with what I was hearing, "but, but, you said the other night that the $55 million and, and his assets would be returned...and seized?"

He cut me off with a wave and explained, "That's all true, but none of it will be out of the courts for a while. Who knows, it could be years and we need to turn things around now. The next few fiscal quarters will be critical."

I could see the pain on his face as he sighed and leaned toward me as said sadly, "Jane I wish things weren't so intense for your first days on the job. Damn his hide, Adams was stealing us blind, that's bad enough by itself, but he's also been bungling the rest of his job. I was looking over our investment income with some of the board members this morning and it has stagnated only earning us about 45% less than what it did before he started. Our cash flow is a goddamn nightmare and if we get hit with another catastrophe like a Katrina before we can build up our cash reserves we'll be finished."

I was staring at him blankly, my mouth hanging open feeling as though I'd been royally snookered. Christ I'd volunteered for the job of bailing out a sinking ocean liner with a shot glass.

"That is where we're most gonna need you Jane honey. You have to make sound investments while keeping costs under control. My baby here," he nodded in Claire's direction, "will be focusing on her specialty, sales and marketing."

I glanced across the table into Claire's eyes they were hard-set and filled with a determination that I wished I could feel at this stunning news. Just looking at her proud defiant countenance helped bolster my own courage. If I was going to attempt the impossible, I could think of no one else I wanted standing by my side, and cracked an uneasy smile for her.

"I'm counting on you two ladies to pull a whole bunch of rabbits out of your hats to save forty years of hard work and the livelihood of all of the good people who work at Continental," his statement was as much a tightly controlled plea as it was an attempt at a rousing speech.

I looked across the table at Claire smiling back at me and she said with a wink, "Sounds challenging doll, you up for it?"

I answered with a confidence I didn't feel but for Bart's sake I ladled on the bravado answering, "Wouldn't miss it for the world."

She leaned over to her father and kissed him lightly on the cheek saying, "Daddy you have yourself a team."

His smile was priceless happy, proud, and relieved.

A couple of ideas that I thought might pay quick dividends roared through my skull and I spoke up immediately, " As soon as we get back I'm going to need help getting a grip on the investment situation and I can of think couple of people would really speed up the process."

Both he and Claire stopped eating to listen.

I plunged ahead hoping I didn't sound naive or foolish, "I'm going to need a ton of computer support to research and organize everything. I think I'd like to start looking at it before Adams mucked it all up, probably need someone full-time for a while, I think you both know who I'm referring to."

"I'll have Mr. Phillips report to you as soon as you're settled into your new office," Bart told me unequivocally.

I nodded and continued, "Thank you, the other person I want to work with is retired now, I only hope I can still locate her. Even if I can, I don't know if she'd be interested in a consulting gig. She's the smartest damn numbers cruncher I've ever known and I'd really like to pick her brain to help formulate our investment strategies."

He said happily, "Anything you need honey just let me know, shoot I'll even go door to door to find her if that's what it takes."

I smiled at his homespun humor and shot quick glance over at a grinning Claire to see if she remembered the little joke I played on her a few days ago. I told him, "It may take that if she decides she doesn't want to be found. She's a little feisty herself"

Rolling with the punches he said, "Well hells bells she sounds like my kind of gal, I think I like her already, what's her name?"

"Elizabeth Cromwell," I answered and then went on explaining to him, "She was my college math professor the one who talked me into taking on a dual major."

His face had gone completely slack, mouth open and he was staring at me as if he were looking at a ghost.

I asked defensively, "What?"

He answered slowly, "I already found her, in fact I'm having dinner with her tonight."

Claire and I both stopped stunned, our forks halfway to our mouths and stared at him in disbelief waiting for him to elaborate.

"Claire honey you remember back a few years ago when I went looking for help trying figure out what Adams was up to? I found that college professor and she helped me brush up on some accounting techniques I hadn't used in twenty years," he said looking intently into her eyes.

She nodded and her smile grew as she glanced quickly over to me. I knew she was remembering our pillow talk where we discussed my naughty former teacher.

He continued as we set our meals aside to listen, "Well She was this cute little thing who helped me a lot and we started seeing each other after a while and we been seeing each other off and on ever since. Lately it's been a bit more on than off."

I was so excited by his surprising development that I blurted out the first thing that popped into my head. To say my choice of words was "unfortunate" might be the understatement of the year! 

"Holy shit Bart, Talk about a spirited filly, you best be careful with that one. She will try throwing you to see if you good enough to stay with her for the whole ride." Before I was even finished with the outrageous statement, my face began coloring.

The two of them were both looking at me and grinning. Each had a single eyebrow arched in amusement. (Now I know where Claire gets that damn eyebrow thing.) 

Bart Stilwell said to me quietly behind a shielding hand, his smirk growing with each word, "Thanks for the warning sweetheart, but I kinda found that out after a few dates." He laughed as I slumped into my chair in total embarrassment. 

Finally, he went on mercifully ending my moment of supreme self-consciousness, "Liz really is something. Truth be told I've never had so much fun our worked so damn hard in my whole life as I do just trying to keep up with that woman."

A relieved grin crept across my face when I told him, "Well good for you, the both of you. It makes me so happy that two of my favorite people have found each other and somehow managed to get along."

Claire was just soaking up the conversation an astonished look on her face the whole time. I think her father's clandestine relationship had really surprised her. At the same time, I could tell she was very happy for him. While Bart and I chatted away like long lost friends, her expression had become almost serene. I could tell from the quick glances I stole in her direction while Bart and I talked she was very proud of her father, but there was something else in her look, relief.

His weathered face wrinkled with his broad smile as he added, "Oh we get along alright, sometimes I'm just happy to make back to my place just so I can get some sleep," he ended that little tidbit with a leer.

"Daddy," Claire slapped his arm, "Don't you know better than to kiss and tell?"

He hands raised in self-defense he said grinning, "Hell bells honey at my age I'm just so damn proud that I was able to rope a gal like Liz, I feel like stopping people on the street and telling them about it."

We all had a good laugh and returning to our meals, he asked me, "So you and Liz were close?"

"Yeah the last three years I was in college," I answered choosing my words more carefully now.

"She helped me through a rough patch with my family and I'll never forget her for the support she gave me. I was ready to give up on school, I had already decided to quit and go get a job. Just move to on with my life but Liz helped me see what an enormous mistake than would be. She pushed me to stay in school, she arranged all of the financing herself, and finally convinced me to flip my math minor into a second major." I told them both honestly.  They both seemed content to sit and listen to me spilling my guts but I was growing a little uneasy being the focus of everyone's attention. Then a sudden realization ripped through the fabric of my consciousness. I had no reason to hold anything back from these two and doing so might even be a mistake. One I couldn't afford to make. I felt I owed them a little more but found my natural restraint re asserting itself. I was suddenly reluctant to share too much more, but did tell them, "She was my storm anchor in some very rough seas my during my sophomore year. My folks had given me the boot at Christmas time and luckily, Liz was there to help me pick up the pieces. She was more than just a mentor to me. She was my friend when I didn't think I had any. I owe her an awful lot."

Finally was about finished but I told them with complete sincerity, "If it wasn't for Elizabeth Cromwell I wouldn't be sitting here with my new family enjoying this wonderful meal today."

While Claire reached across the table and clutched my hand in both of hers Mr. Stilwell gave my arm a gentle fatherly pat. Both of their expressions told me I would find all the love and support I would ever need from the two incredible people that were now part of my life. 

A tear fell from the corner of my eye and tumbled down my cheek when Bart Stilwell nodded saying softly, "Family, yeah I like the sound of that. It's been much too long since my wife has been gone and it's been only Claire and me, but it feels different now. Like were whole again wouldn't you say honey?"

Her cheeks showed the moist streaks from tears of her own as she nodded in complete agreement with her father.

I let go of Claire's hands and threw my arms around Bart pulling him into a tight embrace. I told him in a weepy voice, "Thank you, thank you, I can't tell you how happy it makes me to hear you say that," I punctuated it with a wet kiss on his cheek and hugged him even more tightly.

His soft chuckle reverberated through my body as he told me, "Jane honey I think you just did."

We all joined in with his warm rumbling laughter, when I released him and saw him tenderly looking into my still moist eyes I knew for the first time in my life what it really meant to have a father. 

He sighed into the emotionally charged atmosphere and broke the spell saying, "I do hate to break up this heart warming "family" gathering. Nevertheless, I still have some work to do before I dash off to entertain the charming Miss Cromwell." 

He cracked such a huge smile after saying her name. I knew exactly what he was feeling. I feel just the same every time I so much as think about spending time with his daughter.

He stood pulling his wallet out and smiling down at us, "I will bid you lovely ladies adieu and be on my way," and flipped a wad of cash onto the table.

Claire and I were still smiling happily at each other and holding hands and didn't notice him lifting a catalog from his calfskin valise. When it flopped heavily to the table, we were both startled into paying attention to something other than each other. 

"You two can furnish your offices from here. There are two requisition forms in the back," he told us. "If you get them filled out before you leave for China it should all be delivered before you get back."

Claire and I flipped open the catalog and began playfully "ohing" and "ahing" over the possibilities and chatting as though he'd already left.

He cleared his throat loud enough to remind us that we weren't yet alone, "You're each budgeted for up to seventy-five hundred, but if you could keep it a bit under that number, a good bit, the board members and I thank you in advance."

He turned to leave but stopped looking back with a troubled expression saying, "You two may as well go on home and study those materials for your trip. I want you both well prepared to go win that Elmwood contract, damn we really need it. The Gulfstream will be back from running the board members home sometime Thursday afternoon. It will be fueled and ready to go bright and early Friday morning."

"Thanks daddy we won't let you down," Claire said rising to go hug her father.

Not wanting to be left out I was right beside her and when they separated, he turned to me and I thanked him for everything with a tight hug of my own. That's when my onboard jester decided to rear her painted head.

I said, "When you see Liz tonight you give her this from me," and I planted a wet very lippy kiss right on his mouth.

His surprised smile was priceless when he responded, "By damn you two must have been close."

He, Claire, and I, all began laughing when he wiped his mouth with the back his hand asking, "When I pass that on to her does it have to be some dad gum wet?" 

With a goofy smile on my face, I piped up, "Well hell yeah, that way she'll know it's not from you silly." 

Impishly slugging his shoulder, I reminded him, "Now don't forget to discuss her coming to help me out, I could really use her brains on this."

He smiled shyly at both of us and said, "The two of us will be discussing lots of things tonight," he paused producing a small velvet covered box from his jacket pocket and continued, "I hope you two don't mind but I plan on asking her to join of our little family tonight."

Claire was crying and hugging her father in a flash. I just stood there smiling and shaking my head in amazement, staring at the biggest damn diamond engagement set I had ever laid eyes on. When Claire released her father to take her turn gawking at the boulder set in gold, I reached over his outstretched arm grabbing his lapel, pulling his face closer. I kissed him on the cheek before whispering in his ear, "You sly old fox, go get her, I don't see how she can refuse." 

Driving home after picking up my passport, I had some real trouble staying focused in the late afternoon traffic. With the events of this incredible day replaying over again through my mind it was only now hitting me how exhausted I felt. I hadn't really done anything except ride an emotional roller coaster that went higher and deeper in a matter of hours than anything I had ever experienced. It really sapped my energy, I wanted nothing more right now than to crawl into bed and take a nice long nap. I had dropped Claire back at the office earlier to pick up her car and the report for the trip to China. When I pulled into the garage at home, her car was already in its space gleaming at me. I let myself in and heard her working in the kitchen. I stepped inside giving her a quick kiss before announcing that I just had to go lay down for a while. I noticed she had been back to the same boutique where my birthday gift had come from. The pretty foil bag setting on the counter was a dead giveaway, but I was just too weary to be even mildly curious. Seconds later, I was in the bedroom, my clothes in a pile at the foot of the bed and I was at last happily horizontal.

I swear my eyes were only closed for a few seconds when I felt Claire crawling into the bed behind me. Her smooth naked skin pressing against my back as she wrapped an arm around me felt wonderful but I only wanted her here right now if she was going to nap with me. 

Her lips kissing the skin of my shoulder sent a chill down my spine and I carped at her, "Don't, I'm too tired."

She snuggled closer brushing the hair from my face and said softly, "You've been asleep for over two hours it's time to get up sleepyhead."

I did not want to hear that and groaned into my pillow before shoving her arm away roughly. I rolled out of the bed onto my feet announcing, "I have to pee," and shuffled off my eyes burning every time I opened them to navigate toward the bathroom.

Sitting on the throne yawning, my mouth felt like it had been used to store someone's of army boots. I snatched my toothbrush from the counter seeking simultaneous relief for the opposite end of my overtired body. Finished with my wiping, flushing, and spitting, I starred blankly at my reflection in the mirror and thinking about everything that happened today. The woman peering back at me looked tired, haggard, and not very damn appealing even after a nice long nap. It probably didn't help that I'd been sharing a bed with a smoking hot, insatiable woman all week and sleep always seemed of secondary importance. Laughing at my wandering mind, I tried washing my face hoping the clean feeling would help rescue my brain from its fatigue driven haze. I left the bathroom feeling a little better and expected to find Claire back in the kitchen. When I stepped in there I found myself alone with the appetizing aroma of her earlier industry. I glanced at the clock on my way to peek at her newfound treasure hidden in pink foiled stripes and it confirmed that I had indeed been asleep for quite some time.

The stiff foil-covered bag held something stiff inside, well semi stiff anyway. I lifted the thick blue jelly vibe out smiling at her ambition. It was fucking enormous, damn near as thick as my wrist and had to be a foot and a half long and heavy too. Setting it aside, I checked to see what else the pretty bag held and found that she had wisely purchased a large bottle of liquid lubricant, flavored of course. It rested atop a bed of wispy scarves in various pastel colors. I pulled one out and tested its strength finding it completely suitable for the wild ideas that had already begun forming in the deeper corners of my mind. Ideas that may have been somewhat different from those Claire had while she was shopping for these treasures. With the oven heating up the kitchen, I felt an overwhelming need for some fresh cool air. I dropped everything back into the bag, and headed for the patio. I stepped into early evening sun outside savoring the cool breeze that caressed my naked skin. Starting to feel somewhat human again, I breathed deeply of the fresh earthy smelling air. I only realized I was still carrying the bag from the kitchen when I reached up for the railing wanting stretch my sleep-stiffened muscles. I flipped it carelessly onto the glass table between a pair of white lounge chairs.




Warming the IcePrincess Pt. 03



After a few minutes of tentative but much needed stretching, I began looking around at the other balconies nearby and noted how the angles of the building allowed only the barest privacy from the other residents. If you were to sit in one small area right near the door, you might be obscured from the other balconies and I started wondering if being out here in the buff was such a good idea. "Ah Fuck'em if they can't take a joke," I mumbled to myself. (Damn I was becoming a bold little thing!) I flopped into one of the chairs, plucked a scarf from the bag, fiddling with it while I enjoyed the warmth of the slowly receding sun. I discovered by accident that the short backed chairs would recline completely flat and relaxed there for a while wondering if Claire had fallen asleep. Setting the chair back to its full upright and locked position, I was just rising to go find her when a slightly insane idea from one of the darker corners of my sexually depraved mind sprang forward. The two chairs, the contents of her little bag, and the fresh open air out here on this wide balcony coalesced into a scenario that was too tempting for me to ignore. I stepped across the balcony making sure she could see me from anywhere near the doorway and waited for her to get impatient and come looking.

I didn't have long to wait, her surprised look as she peeked around the drapery covering the glass doors was exactly what I hoping to see. Leaning against the railing far across the balcony, she could see me standing naked as a jaybird in the full daylight. I beckoned to her with a crooking finger and a wide smile to come out and join me. She reluctantly stepped outside her eyes sweeping over the nearby balconies, she seamed suddenly shy of being seen cavorting naked outdoors. With the plan still gestating inside my fertile imagination, I felt a certain desire to help her get over that little problem. As she padded obediently over to me, that little deviant living inside my head started salivating over the thought of using her scrumptious body as my sexual plaything. (I think she shares a room in there with that damn clown.)

"Hey babe," I said softly when she reached me stepping into my arms for a hug so delicious the skin on my whole body danced in response.

She leaned into me and I slipped my leg between her parted thighs until it bumped into the soft curls of her generous mound. While we held each other and I rested my cheek on her shoulder I sighed with a sense of utter contentment swelling within me. "I'm really sorry for crabbing at you hon, but damn I was just so tired," I apologized for my earlier bitchiness.

A kiss on my neck told me all was forgiven, and I happily slid my hands down to squeeze her firm buns and pull her warm soft mound more tightly against my thigh.

"Mmmm...," she purred into the skin of my throat as she kissed a little trail from under my ear following along my jaw line, "Let's go back inside, and take this a lot further before dinner," she suggested.

I let go of her ass and said, "Not right now I want to get a little sun before it sets, you should too it's good for you. Helps your body produce vitamin D you know."

I didn't really give a rat's ass right then about health or vitamins, I just wanted her to stay out on the balcony with me, and maybe make a few cum puddles.

I stepped around her pulling one of the chairs toward the middle of the deck and patted the seat inviting her to sit while I grabbed another chair setting it up to face the descending sun. 

A completely incredulous stare graced her pretty face as she asked me, "Are you shitting me?"

"Nope," I answered quickly dredging my memory for every fact I could think of supporting the benefits of vitamin D, "Its super important for your body to get enough vitamin D babe."

"Your skin produces it from exposure to sunshine, and this time of day is ideal," I prattled on sitting in one of the chairs and urging her to fill the other.

Still immobile she looked at me as if I'd gone completely bonkers before asking in a dubious tone, "Oh yeah why's that?"

"Well for one thing," I was frantic now trying to come up with cogent facts to break through her skepticism, "in the afternoon the suns angle is lower and won't burn you as quick, and with more of your pretty skin exposed, you don't have to be out in it as long. Probably less than an hour," I was guessing my ass off on that one.

She finally started moving toward the chair but after I finally remembered them, I had all these fucking facts cluttering my mind now so I kept spouting them out as she drew nearer.

"I'm serious Claire without enough vitamin D kids can get rickets, adults especially women can develop osteoporosis." I could see she was starting to buy it and came closer to where I was seated.

"In fact there was a new study I heard about on the news that suggested there may be certain breast health benefits from vitamin D," her hot little ass finally touched down in the soft white webbing and I decided the time was right to apply my coup de grace.

"It keeps the immune system strong," I said pivoting from my chair and stepped in front of hers. Leaning forward I told her, "I want you strong and healthy for a long, long time gorgeous."

I kissed her full lips my tongue darting in to tickle hers. My mind instantly cleared of everything but the incredible sensual aspects of touching her body. I broke the kiss reaching for the recliner lever and tilted her body back halfway to relax her while I pondered how best to implement the rest of my half-baked scheme. Lying back, she closed her eyes to relax and to my delight, I discovered her lovely nipples were directly below my watering mouth.

Still playing the pseudo-medical genius I told her, "I could just pour some cod liver oil down your throat everyday to take care of it but this is so much nicer don't you think," I leaned down and lightly sucked the jutting cone of one of her nipples before she could answer.

"Mmmm...I like the feel of your vitamin therapy doctor, I think I'm going to need a lot more of it," she followed that with a sensuous wriggle in her chair.

Inside my randy mind, a demented little voice demanded, "Enough with the bullshit lady get down to business!" Defiantly I sampled her other nipple, I couldn't leave it feeling neglected now could I? The planning, scheming, devious little Imp inside my head was fighting mightily to ward off my natural compulsion to devour her this very instant. It was a near thing but that debauched little pervert deep inside me finally asserted herself. I almost groaned my frustration aloud as she forced her patience down on me. (Sometimes it really sucks having more than one person living inside your head. Ya know what I mean? You never quite know when one will pop up to cause you grief.)  

Her contented sigh told me she was mine at last, putty in my hands. I let my hands trail down her arms and I sat quietly back in my own chair for a while before leaning to retrieve the bag with its vital contents. Without making a sound, I placed it within easy reach and let Claire relax undisturbed. As the sun warmed her exposed flesh, and the cumulative effects of a very exciting day settled over my beautiful unsuspecting lover, her breathing slowed. I quickly recognized the even measured rhythm from lying with my body pressed against her each night, she was sound asleep. I noiselessly separated the scarves watching for any telltale signs that she might be rousing before bending to employ the first of them to my intended use. 

I worked quickly securing her wrists by wrapping the scarves around the chair arms and once I was finished with those I moved on to her legs. Her ankles lined up beautifully with the chair legs making that job a simple matter but I didn't want a pair of uncooperative knees getting in my way later so I set about to fix that as well. Thankfully, the scarves were long enough to loop around the brace descending from under the arm and still reach around her leg just under her knee. Tying the last knot on her right leg I heard her asking groggily, "Jane, what the hell are you doing?"

Answering casually while I finished with her ankle tying it to the brace of the folded footrest I said, "It's all part of your new sunshine regime," there, now I had her completely secured and I added, "Doctor De Marco doesn't want you wandering away before you receive the full treatment." 

Finally realizing what I was up to, she tried a brief but futile struggle just as I finished trussing her other leg leaving her completely vulnerable to my twisted little mind. She tested the bonds holding her wrists but found them just as immobile as her legs. As I had hoped, they weren't overly tight but proved completely secure. 

"Bitch," she said in an accusing tone smiling up at me, "You planned this all along didn't you, vitamin D my ass."

I nodded confirming her suspicion my eyes widening with mischief as I leaned down to kiss her but she turned her face away yelling peevishly, "Untie me now god damn you!"   

I answered whispering into her ear she turned away, "Shhh, quiet hon, the neighbors will hear and come out to find out who's making all the racket." 

I sucked her earlobe sensuously for a second before giving it a gentle nip then turned my attention toward her proudly jutting tits. As I sucked one nipple, I ran my hand down her belly and between her upraised legs to tease her pussy just a little hoping to distract her from her completely understandable anger. My fingertip discovered that her crease was already hot and moist. Too late, she tried clamping her thighs against my hand but my fingers were already where they needed to be and the scarves were doing their job keeping her knees apart. Though my movements were slightly restricted, my fingers were quickly weaving a spell on her folds that broke through her remaining resistance. I could feel it happening gradually as her heat grew and her defiance waned. The thigh muscles relaxed and her legs slowly parted, as I teased her clit with my thumb and the one finger. They opened wider and I finally managed to slip my finger into her silky hot crevice while I continued nursing on her swiftly expanding nipples. Probing her snug little box, I released her nipple and found her mouth now that she was entering a better frame of mind. Her breathing had lapsed into the ragged little gulps that told me she was warming nicely. After kissing her for several sumptuous moments I pulled my fingers from her pussy and raised them to her lips, letting her suck the slick juices clinging to them.

I tipped her chair up a few notches so that she could watch what I did next and I walked around her retrieving the bag and setting it in full view on my empty chair. One hand dipped inside removing the massive blue vibrator while the other located the bottle of lube, her eyes grew wide instantly as she did the math on what was coming next.

"Here Jane?" she asked her voice rising apprehensively. 

I answered her devilishly, "Oh yeah baby, right...fucking...here."



Chapter 12

(Meet the Neighbors)



I withdrew the large clear bottle from her pretty bag, the cap opened with a sharp "snap." I dribbled the cool slippery fluid down half the length of the monstrous phallus. The excess dripped from its underside directly onto her waiting pussy. She flinched as the cool fruity smelling drops landed on her exposed skin and trickled down the length of her lips to before they fell to the patio floor. I knelt and began swirling the big blue tip in the slick liquid smearing it all over her lips and clit making sure she was well coated and ready. Lining it up in her opening and began pressing the massive intruder ever so slowly inward. Her labia curling inward around its circumference was entrancing as I pushed it deeper into her. Her folds curved snuggly around it as though reluctant to let it leave each time I withdrew it even slightly. I really had to fight back the urge to plunge it in too deeply into her I knew I had all the time in the world, she wasn't going anywhere. A pleased gasp tore my eyes away from her pussy as I stroked the big vibe into her glistening pussy. Her mouth was open and her eyes were fixed on my face as I pumped into her with only a portion of the monster cocks full length. The cooling breeze across the wide patio was making her areola crinkle beautifully and the hard pink tips of her nipples stood deliciously tall from her heaving mounds.

Leaning over her, I started flicking my tongue across them while continuing to probe her tunnel with the long flexible toy until I felt that she couldn't take another millimeter. She was already writhing sensuously against the chair as much as her bonds would permit. I grinned down at her as I twisted the knob on the base, sending powerful vibrations through her body. She gulped a quick breath and her chest heaved as her whole world became centered between her parted thighs. Stretching two straps of the webbing on the seat of the chair, I hooked them over the end of the fat dildo securely embedding it inside my lovely girl. I stood for a moment watching her body react to this new predicament before stepping around to the head of the chair. 

Unceremoniously I tilted her chair as far back as it would go. Before leaving her like that I bent flicking my tongue around the rim of her ear and whispered, "Be back in a minute." I turned away from her walking toward the glass door listening to her panting.

She whimpered weakly "no...Ahhhg...not...Jane" as her hips ground spasmodically against the powerful vibrations thrumming deep within her body.

I wanted a few things from inside but most of all I wanted her to feel a little vulnerable and exposed to prying eyes. Earlier today in the car, I realized how turned on she got when someone was watching her doing something naughty. Her initial impulse to resist however still needed to be peeled away. On my way back outside I stopped just inside the door with the towels I went after inside. I watched her body buck and writhe on the flattened lounge chair knowing she couldn't see me. Watching her was getting me going too and I was soon absently stroking my own tingling pussy as I monitored her progress. I could hear her moans changing pitch and becoming throaty as her excited body responded to the thick buzzing probe that invading her core. It was so incredibly sexy to witness it without being an active participant. She was responding to things I could neither feel nor hear but I knew on an instinctive level what she might be experiencing. Her hips shuddered and adjusted to new sensations arching and relaxing erratically. She forced her knees wider against her bindings then slowly allowed them to close in an effort to increase the pressure on the phallus deep within her body. Claire's eyes were tightly closed but her mouth remained open as she panted. Her tongue snaked out frequently trying to moisten her now dry lips. I watched her hands clenching impotently against the arms of the chair unable to do anything about the engorged nipples a few inches away just craving to be plucked. Her breasts heaving with every breath made their neglected condition unduly important in her mind. 

The longer I watched her the more my own urges started demanding my attention. My pussy now heated and slick now was enjoying the lazy caresses I was dishing out, but soon it wanted something more. I looked away from her long enough to see how my clit had emerged from under its protective shroud. Its tip looked red and eager poking out into the world. I reached a tentative finger out to touch it and gasped through clenched teeth at the intensity of my body's reaction. I looked back up at Claire hoping that she hadn't heard me while I clumsily explored my own needs. She was beginning to develop a more rhythmic action, her hips and back arching occasionally as the sensations poured through her. I was amazed with her ingenuity when I saw her gripping the arms of the chair and pulling herself downward against the stationary dildo. The metal legs of the chair grating on the concrete patio attested to each of her successes, squeak...squeak, squeak... squeak... squeak... squeak, squeak, squeak ... squeak...

She didn't move far with each abbreviated thrust but they must have been effective. As abruptly as they began, they stopped. Her body trembled and shook as I watched her. I had to assume that her irregular tremors could only be intense orgasmic convulsions. When her twitching and bucking subsided her hands hung limply from the arms of the chair. Her pretty head lolled to the side with a contented smile painted across her luscious lips.

I had waited long enough, grabbed a small throw pillow from a nearby chair, and stepped back outside with her. I squatted alongside her watching in amazement as she twitched and ground against the thrumming vibrator as it remorselessly continued working its magic. I reached for her tightly swollen nipples giving them both a nice light pinch and her glassy eyes snapped open staring directly at me. My gaze swept down her body to find her clit was also completely erect its dark pink end extending well beyond the folds of its secret hiding place. Still tugging and rolling one of her nipples, I bent forward and flicked my tongue across the exposed nubbin a few times before I snaring it with my lips and sucking it mercilessly. Her response was immediate and juicy as she came again, hard. Her efforts to hump herself against my face proved futile as her creamy cum flowed around the blue latex member falling in large droplets to the concrete below. Peering between the strips of webbing, I watched the stain doubling before my eyes and decided it was now my turn. My pussy was eager for something more than a few paltry fingers were able to provide. 

Before moving around to the head of the chair, I reached between her legs and twisted the knob on the vibrator to the highest setting. Claire's whole body stiffened in reaction to the sudden increase in sensation. Her eyes closed quickly and her body flinched responding to the intense stimulation roiling through her body. I lifted her head stuffing the small pillow behind her neck titling her chin up slightly and offering me exactly what I wanted. Her eyes never opened as I did it but her hips twisted and bucked wildly against the stiff latex intruder. It was such an incredible thrill just to watch her tied down to the chair, body writhing, that I nearly forgot what I wanted from her. Turning away, I stepped carefully back straddling the top of the chair. (And oh yeah, her lovely face.) I lowered my dripping pussy over her mouth using the swollen lips to tickle her lips and chin. I it was quite a kick watching her eyes pop open in surprise as I lowered my hot moist pussy to envelope her mouth. When she was a little slow to produce the tongue action I craved I ground myself against her face demanding her full attention. A bit weakly at first her tongue did soon spring to life thrusting deep into my very excited pussy quickly producing a satisfied growl from deep in my throat.

I was beginning to squirm a bit now and soon was bumping my thick burning clit against her helpless nose. She continued driving her long tongue deep into my cunt with the incredible dexterity while the breath escaping her nostrils gave my moist clit still another sensation to contend with. I tilted my hips forward bringing my ass over her mouth and she instantly started rimming the edges of my opening. I added a little weight against her face leaving her with no doubts, where I next wanted her fabulous tongue. She speedily forced it past the restriction and stuffed it inside of me. She was quickly driving it into my ass like a piston. It was such an incredible rush having her pinned helpless beneath me that a few seconds later my body exploded into white-hot orgasmic convulsions of my own. My fingers were feverishly working over my clit went the tremors rolled through my body while my other hand pinched my hard eager nipples. Her hot tongue continued snaking in and out of my ass while I gasped squirting my cum all over her face. My legs shook as one hot stream after another washed over her chin and cheeks just narrowly missing her eyes. My god it was sexy to watch as my weight kept her head from turning away as my cum flooded over her pale skin and into her thick dark hair. 




Warming the IcePrincess Pt. 04



 Authors note: I strongly urge you to read all of the preceding chapters. With the context they provide, this chapter and those that follow will be much more enjoyable for you. Without knowing the characters and from whence they sprang the story may not make much sense. Many of the chapters contain highly erotic scenes of adults having intimate sexual relations. If you are somehow offended by this or are under 18, please stop reading here. To all the rest I wish you the very best and Thank you for reading. 

J-stroke 

 Part 4

Chapter 15

(Sparring Partner) 

When I eased my car to the curb in front of the community center at a little after nine am, I was brimming with excitement about today's class. We had been coming up short on live volunteers to smack around lately and the thought of whooping up on Special Agent Gibbons held a certain appeal for me. Secretly I wished it was Walcott who was scheduled to take a pounding this morning, but sometimes a girl's just got to make due with whichever FBI agent shows up for his ass whipping. With a tall cup of my favorite Java in one hand and my gym bag over my shoulder I headed down the long sidewalk towards the side entrance to the building. Halfway up the narrow concrete walk I noticed a white florists van slowly parking in the street along the side entrance to the building. Its worn brakes gave a telltale squeal of hard use and neglected maintenance. Something about it seemed out of place but it me took a minute or two before I figured out why. Its windowless sides were painted with a logo from a florist's shop that I knew was located on the far side of town. The van should have been closer to the bigger money east side of town where Claire's condo was situated. There was also the fact that on this block there was little in the way of homes or business that would require the services of one of the more expensive florists in town.

The van was quickly forgotten as I stepped inside and began changing into my workout clothes. The preparations I needed to have set up for the class occupying my mind fully. I wanted to get everything ready and do my own warm-ups before the others started showing up and I had less than forty-five minutes to get it all squeezed in. When the class finally assembled at 10:00, I had already been through my full regime of stretching and had a brief but energetic session on the heavy bag. Special agent Gibbons was introduced to the smiling women fully decked out in the latest fashion for a human punching bag. For the next two hours, he was tossed, slammed to the ground, and used as a tool to demonstrate the five vulnerabilities of your average male attacker. Eyes, nose, throat, nuts, and knees, all the classics. Every man has them and exploiting any of them effectively could make all the difference to a lone woman in a dark parking lot or a lonely street late at night.

Keith took all of these indignities with admirable stoicism. By the end of the class, his fingers had been bent and abused. His body had been punched, kicked, thrown around. He'd been slammed to the mats countless times but he took all of it without complaint. After the class, Melanie the other volunteer instructor and I both congratulated him on being the best simulated-attacker we've had in the entire six weeks of the course. 

He responded with a tired sigh as he stripped off the now sweaty padding, "I deserve a medal for taking abuse like that."

Mel piped up with a broad smile as she tapped the wedding band on his left hand, "You already have one. Don't even try telling me that our little class here is as rough as what you already get at home special agent."

His knowing smile started the two of us chuckling but he fired back, "Touché, but at home my lovely Mrs. gives me at least a little time to recover between my beatings, sometimes its even a whole day."

Mel howled at his snappy rejoinder as she shook his hand saying warmly, "It was a real pleasure having you in class today Keith, but I have to get going and see if my husband needs an ass kicking of his own. You'll lock up right Jane?"

"Yeah I got it Mel, you have a nice weekend," I told her back as she hustled for the door.

"Why is it that I have no trouble at all believing she would do exactly that when she gets home to the poor man?" Keith asked me smiling and shaking his head.

"Ahhh... Mel talks tough but she's a sweetheart, besides her husband's a marine just back from the gulf. I think he can handle her. Hell the man treats her like a princess and she knows it." 

While helping me bag up the pads so I could drop them off at the dry cleaners I asked him sweetly, "Our little group of ladies didn't really hurt you did they?"

He smirked and answered, "Not that I'll admit at work on Monday, but I'd be lying if I claimed I wasn't a little sore."

"Oops sorry," I snickered at his tone, "I should have warned you that the class is getting pretty advanced. The fact is we've been gearing up for graduation exams in a couple of weeks. Hey, if you'd like to come watch there's a party afterwards, hell you could bring the wife and kids too."

He laughed and told me, "There's no way I'm bringing my wife to a place where they teach women to do this. She'd kill me for sure." 

"Well if it's any consolation you wouldn't be the only battered law enforcement officer in attendance," I told him.

He grinned and asked, "You mean to tell me that you found another L.E.O. as stupid as me to volunteer for this kind of abuse, how about that." I laughed slugging him playfully on the shoulder telling him, "The local gendarme's run the testing for us, and pass out certificates to the graduates. If they sign off that we're doing a good job we'll get county funding to put on the classes again next year."

He seemed to warm to the idea of watching some poor local cop get pummeled and said, "Two weeks ought to give me time enough to heal up."

I laughed and teased, "I would have thought a field agent for the FBI would be able to handle a few housewives and dozens of high school girls. What are they doing with all those tax dollars we send to Washington anyway?"

He stood throwing the last of the protective padding aside and assumed a textbook fighting stance and challenged, "Care to go a few rounds Miss De Marco?"

I got up too and told him flatly, "I don't know if I'll be much of a challenge for you I haven't sparred with anyone for almost ten months since my old gym went bankrupt."

"Don't worry I'll take it easy on you, just for fun wait, how about the loser buys lunch?" his mocking smile irked me just a little.

I decided one good taunt deserved another and said, "OK Keith lets keep the contact light. I don't want you to have to explain to your darling wife how you took such a beating from an accountant." 

I turned away from him pretending giving my legs a preparatory stretch, he rushed forward in an attack that I suspected was coming. I parried his first few blows easily trying to assess his skill and style. He didn't so much as touch me for several minutes though he threw a variety of feints and attacks at me. His technique was technically very correct if a bit unimaginative. The combinations of kicks and punches he threw my way were somewhat predictable indicating a limited exposure to the martial arts. What he was showing me might have been dazzling to a street thug but I was so far, unimpressed. 

On the other hand, I had been being taught by a multi-discipline master who held black belts in both Shotokan Karate and Sengoku Jujitsu. (Too bad the guy didn't show the same discipline with his finances.) It didn't take me long at all to surmise that Keith's training had been seriously deficient. I didn't figure him for a poor student and thought that maybe he was sandbagging me. I switched tactics from the purely defensive into the attack. I hit him (yes, yes very lightly) with every strike and kick I threw. I was starting to get a little bored with it so I backed away from him lowering my hands to indicate that I wanted to stop. Keith saw this and mistook it for the opening he had been waiting for and launched into a fresh attack.

His fist whistled past my chin as he lunged at me over-extending his thrust. I saw it coming and easily slipped the blow and delivered a sharp jab to his exposed ribs. I was starting to get just a little pissed so I continued falling away to his side as he recoiled from the strike and tried to cover his stinging side. As I descended toward the mat, I spun around sweeping my leg in a powerful arc crashing it into the back of both his knees. His feet left the mat but before his back crashed down on it, I snatched his right arm mid air and slapped an arm bar on his elbow applying immense pressure in the wrong direction. Keith quickly realized that if he wanted to retain the use of his arm for the near future he was screwed. He tapped the mat twice sharply with his free hand indicating his submission. 

I released his arm but gave him a very undisciplined slap across the midriff and barked, "The next time someone backs away from a fight with you Special agent," I straightened and stared scowling down at him with my hands now on my hips, "You might want to let them, it could be in your own best interest."

I offered him my hand and helped him to his feet. He smiled shaking his head in disbelief. "Where'd you learn to do that Jane? That was amazing."

I answered him with a snort of laughter, "It wouldn't have been if the FBI training didn't suck. Or did you miss that day?"

Unabashed he told me that he attended all of the combat training offered by the bureau. He even boasted that he was one of the more accomplished practitioners in the FBI's local office. 

I couldn't help myself, that clown inside me must have had her makeup freshened up and red nose on. "So what you're telling me Keith is that the entire local contingent of the FBI could be wiped out in a good barroom brawl some Saturday night." 

He snapped back with a grin, "I think you're forgetting that we all carry guns too."

"Yeah, well, if you guys shoot as well as you fight you'd be overmatched by my Aunt Mabel and her rolling pin, you guys need better training."

He asked me with sincerity, "Care to apply for the job?"

"Can't," I answered him flatly.

"Why not, you're a hell of a lot better than the instructors they send us now?"

I sighed as I toweled off the sweat from my face and neck and answered, "Well Keith it's about the ethics. I'm only a brown belt, 1st kyu but still a brown, and that means no formal teaching I'm not yet considered qualified."

His quizzical expression told me he knew less about the formalities of martial arts training than he did about fighting. "How can you teach the ladies here then?"

"It's different," I answered trying to figure out a way to explain without going into the entire history of the belt ranking system which could take hours, maybe days.

"I'm not offering instruction in the art of Karate here, I'm only teaching them how to survive an attack long enough to escape and call for help, there's a huge difference." 

He threw his hands up in surrender and said, "I'll to defer to your expertise, by the way where's lunch? I guess I'm buying."

I grabbed the bag of padding and the rest of my accouterments and playfully pushed him toward the door saying, "Damn right you are! How about Italian? I know a nice place that's not too far."

I followed his government issue grey Ford sedan through downtown, at the speed limit, every bloody inch of the way. Thankfully, the Saturday lunch crowd at Romero's was light and allowed the two of us to order quickly and still have time for a nice talk. A glass of Chianti and their crusty bread fresh from the oven made a perfect appetizer while we waited for our meals of miniature cheese Ravioletti with sweet Basil pesto to arrive from the kitchen. While we waited, I began explaining the functions of the algorithm. Twice we had to resort to using the back of a napkin for the trickier portions. As lousy, a fighter he proved to be, his grasp of how the long mathematic formulae worked told me there was nothing wrong with Keith's brain. After finishing with our lunch, we sat and discussed what role I might be asked to play in the upcoming trial. I also had the opportunity to ask him a few questions that had been bothering me since the disastrous meeting in Bart's office earlier in the week.

"Exactly how did deputy director Walcott come to be involved in this case any way Keith? I thought he was based out of D.C."

"As deputy director he can insert himself into pretty much any case he wants to," He explained, "Walcott normally seeks out only the most high profile cases. Having his name and title associated with any case usually helps the investigation. You'd be surprised how much easier it is to secure resources with the deputy directors name tacked on your documentation."

This puzzled me because the case at Continental didn't really need tons of support and wasn't even high profile now. "How did he even find out about it? I mean back when this first began it was pretty small potatoes in the grand scheme of FBI investigations."

"For some reason Walcott had a flag on Clifton Adams name, and when Mr. Stillwell called on us three years ago we had to inform Walcott because of that flag," Keith told me as though it was no big deal, but I persisted with my inquisition.

"Isn't it kind of unusual for the deputy director to be so interested in such a small time case?"

Keith became a little thoughtful for a second then answered, "I thought so too, but I found out later that Walcott was the original investigating agent when Adams was suspected of embezzling at Allied. I think the case left a bad taste in his mouth because he was never able to bring charges. The investigation was eventually shut down for lack of evidence."

"So Walcott was in control of the investigation that let Adams get away with it the first time?" I asked thinking the arrogant ass wasn't smart enough to catch a tennis ball let alone a real criminal.

Keith answered me with a chuckle, "Yeah well, nobody's perfect not even the FBI. If you tell anyone I ever said that I'll have to deny it." 

I could tell he was getting weary of the subject but I had one last question I needed answered, "So the case was dropped because they found no evidence of wrong doing?"

"No," Keith interjected, "there was evidence, but according to the reports I've read Walcott just didn't think he had enough to secure a conviction and wouldn't refer charges."

Keith sipped his one glass of wine and said thoughtfully, "He was always very cautious in that respect, when he finally did make an arrest someone was almost certain to spend a long time in prison. Walcott's conviction rate as an investigator was up over 80 percent. That's one of the best ever in the history of the FBI."

"So he's not a total incompetent?" I chuckled and Keith quickly joined my laughter at my backhanded slam of the Deputy Director. 

"You could say it like that," he snickered and finished his wine, "In fact I heard rumors that when Walcott was still a field agent his superiors were so pissed at him he was almost transferred out of field operations. He dropped as many investigations as he charged. The claim was that he was just too timid for fieldwork and they almost relegated him to the training program at Quantico." 

"Oh Christ Keith can you imagine sitting classes with that sanctimonious ass, that'd be a fate worse than death!"

We both chuckled at the horrors of that image inspired. "I wonder how he saved himself from what would have been a terrible injustice." I asked trying to mimic Walcott's thick New England accent. 

Keith said chuckling ruefully, "Politics, if Walcott had nothing else going for him he was well connected. The old boy was "hooked up" you might say." 

By that point, I'd had belly full of Walcott and the whole damned FBI power structure. I thanked Keith for the wonderful lunch, told him to say hello to the wife and kids and bade him farewell. I left planning to stop by work for a few hours but first I had to get rid of those smelly pads before they stunk up my new car, whew!

Pulling the little roadster up the freeway ramp on my way to the dry cleaners, I saw another white van turning from the service road to follow me. I couldn't see the sides of it so I wasn't sure if it was the same one from this morning but it did have a familiar look. The way I was ripping through the gears though, no one was going to be able to keep up with me anyway. I dismissed it feeling a bit silly, maybe even paranoid. I mean really, who would want to be following me around anyway. I was beginning to think that hanging around these FBI types was starting to mess with my mind. After dumping off my pungent cargo, I slipped back into traffic and cruised over to the office hoping to get some work done without any interruptions.

Parking in the executive garage was still a bit of a novelty for me and I pulled inside with a huge smile. This time I even found a reserved space for my cute little Beemer marked with my name on it. (God this is so awesome!) As I walked along the huge windows heading for the elevator I heard a familiar squeal and caught a flash of white as a van whizzed around the corner half a block down from the garage entrance. It was moving too fast to be sure it was the same one but the hairs on the back of my neck were standing stiffly enough to send shivers down my spine. Damn it this was getting creepy now. I decided to call Keith and tell him about it once I got upstairs. When I stepped into my office and looked over the mounds of paper that were waiting for me any thoughts of calling the local FBI office evaporated. 

I shuddered scanning over the stacks and stacks of records scattered on every flat surface inside the room. I berated myself softly asking aloud, "What the hell have you've gotten yourself into this time you knot head?" 

A memory flashed into my mind to the last time I heard those exact words. It was Christmas break of my sophomore year. My father had asked me that right before I told him and my mother the truth that I was gay. I felt my cheeks flushing hotly remembering my hurt and anger as he tossed me into night off our front porch. He told me with steely finality from his perch atop the steps not to come back that I was no longer welcome. 

I picked myself up from the frozen lawn screaming at him loud enough to wake the whole neighborhood, "What about the forgiveness, and understanding of the lord Dad? Your Lesbian daughter not good enough for it? Not in your house huh? Well screw ya both I don't need your fucking forgiveness you puke, or his! You god damn hypocrite!" 

That night was the last time I had spoken to anyone in my family. It was also the last time I'd ever set foot in my hometown. I promised myself on that painful winter's night that I would never ever go back there. There was nothing in that past that I wanted or needed anymore. That single most unpleasant experience I had ever endured changed my entire life. The anger it inspired had driven me to succeed at anything I set my mind to accomplish. I felt it burning in me as hotly today as I did that awful night so long ago. 

Marching to my desk with the same angry determination boiling inside me, and I heard myself softly repeating what I screamed at his back before he slammed the door in my face, "Screw you old man!"

I plowed into it scouring the old records for hours searching for the answers I needed. What I found there, was exactly what I already knew. Adams was embezzling millions from us but I still couldn't match the same kind of activity when he was at Allied. The records just didn't go back far enough to give me the proof I had to have. The embezzling explained why our P&L figures took a huge hit every time there was a major disaster but it should never have effected our investments. I was ready to start pulling my hair out by the fistful I was getting so damn frustrated. Thankfully, the ringing telephone saved my pate from permanent harm, Claire's call was a timely and delightful distraction.




Warming the IcePrincess Pt. 04



She quickly updated me on their progress with the Elmwood people, her upbeat assessment was good news indeed. Sensing she was in a receptive mood I explained to her what I had been up to since she left including a detailed account of my encounter with a smitten grunge girl from the day before. Her warm laughter from the far side of the world told me she didn't feel threatened in the least. I don't know why I was so relieved but I had actually been holding my breath waiting for her reaction. She teased me about starting a harem while she was away and told me I would have to share when she got back. That started the both of us giggling and then she surprised me by saying that she approved of Sue as the first of "my" concubines. 

"Oh... cut that out, you," I scolded her trying to stop laughing.

I told her what I had in mind for Sue (in the office of course.) How I wanted her to take my place in accounting and offering her a considerably better salary than I was getting down there. While I explained it all and waited for her to tell me I couldn't, I was nervously twisting the phone cord to death. 

As usual she astonished me answering me in a way I utterly unprepared for, "Jane honey, one of the prerogatives of the CFO is to put the people under you into positions that you think best suits your needs. You don't have to ask permission doll, just do it."

I was so stupefied by her plainspoken reasoning I couldn't come up with a response. 

Claire filled the silence telling me, "You know you don't have to stuff her inside that closet you were in either. Since Adams old office is available again and I think it would only be appropriate for your Lead-Auditor to have that space don't you Jane?" 

Busily uncoiling my fingers from the cord trying to get the circulation going again I answered her, "I just hope she wants the damn job. We only chatted about it briefly and, well she didn't seam overly enthused about it."

"Here is what you can do hon," she told me with an air of confidence. "Offer her the job, and make sure she's aware how much more the salary is from when you were doing that job. If she's still riding the fence after that, throw in office as a sweetener, how can she resist, you'll bag her baby."

"Thanks love, you make this all seem so clear and easy I just wasn't sure how far I could go. I've never been a big shot before, it takes a little getting used to," I confessed finally able to relax a bit.

"Its easy babe, just use your best judgment and you'll do fine. If anyone questions you on anything just don't back down. I mean it babe, you're in charge of that division Jane, your word there is law." 

That started me laughing again and I told her, "I hadn't thought of it quite that way, but if you say so beautiful that's the way it'll be."

"Just one more thing before I let you go hon," her voice picked up an amused tone, "If you decide to put Miss McKenzie in any other positions beneath you, I want all the sordid details when I get home."

"As if," I barked at her indignantly. "There's no way Claire, I'm strictly a one woman girl now that I found you lady."

I could almost hear her smiling through the phone wires and then she shocked my socks off. "Suit yourself beautiful, but just thinking about you two all naked and sexy is gonna fuel my fantasies all night long, ooo...yeah...wow. I gotta go lover, brains kicking into overdrive now, and the fingers must follow."

"You...you...are absolutely incorrigible woman," I sputtered into the phone. "But, I think that's one of the many things I love so much about you," I giggled listening to her soft laughter coming from so far away.

"Good night my dear Jane, I love you," she said still chuckling when she hung up. 

When I returned to the heaps of paper, I decided to abandon the past and decided to take a harder look at our current investment picture. My starting point was a graph that I had Dan plot out for me yesterday. It covered the progress of our investment portfolio for the last five years. It wasn't long before I was groaning aloud because my cursory examination told me almost nothing new. Only one unusual feature on the highly detailed page caught my attention at all. I nearly missed it amid the wash of undulations laid out before me. Our investment income had fallen in three precipitous steps. The first being shortly after the merger and Adams took over as CFO, but the final two were both within the current fiscal year.

"What the...now that's damned strange," I said into the empty room.

"What's so peculiar little one?" I froze behind my computer at the sound of a very familiar voice.

I looked up not quite ready to trust what my ears had heard only to see my former professor smiling at me from just inside the doorway.

I bounded out of my chair running across the room and throwing myself into to her outstretched arms shouting happily, "Oh Liz! Oh god, it's so good to see you!"

I hugged her slim body sensing that she was as strong and vibrant as ever. Her delicate features were only beginning to show the toll the years were having on her. I only hoped I could find a way to look half as good at the start of my sixth decade.

She asked me returning the embrace warmly, "So how's my friend doing these days? I've really missed her since she went off on her own." 

Sighing into her shoulder I answered, "Oh I've had better days but now that you're here it'll be all better now won't it?"

Laughing softly at my childlike suggestion she told me, "That's a wish you'll have to see you're fairy godmother about, and I'm not her I'm afraid, sorry little one." 

I took a step back looking her over to find that she was every bit as gorgeous and sexy as I remembered. No wonder Bart Stilwell fell so hard for her, hell I still found her incredibly alluring. I couldn't help the smile dancing across my face as I held her hands. For reasons I could never explain I'd always been fascinated with her hands. I found them unbelievably sexy to look at and hold. I fondly recalled our magical afternoon long ago when these same long slender fingers showed such amazing strength when applied to my bare skin. Just gazing at them again caused a warm feeling to well up inside me. That's when I noticed the ring on her left hand and said, "Well you certainly sparkle like my fairy godmother no wonder I was so confused." I turned it into the light to examine the ring more closely.

Somewhat surprised that it was a much smaller stone than the one I saw Bart flashing at the restaurant I asked her, "What happened to the boulder Liz?"

She laughed heartily at my description of the ring Bart offered to her and answered, "As a first request to my new fiancé I asked him for something a wee bit more modest. I picked this one up just this afternoon. Smart fella that he is Bart only borrowed that monstrosity you must have seen. That is, until he heard my answer."

I smiled when she admitted, "I teased him so bad for trying to trick me into marrying him dazzling me with that Son of the hope diamond," She was laughing now too. "I almost had him convinced I was going to throw him out until he could propose to me with a proper engagement ring."

Still examining the exquisite but much smaller engagement set, I got my laughter under control and told her earnestly, "That's sounds like something our boy would do, he is a cagey one."

Her smile told me she understood completely and said, "I really don't need a two-pound block of stone perched on my finger to tell me how he feels about me. I can see it in his eyes every time I look at him."

Hugging her tightly again I said, "Oh Liz don't you just love him, I'm so happy for you!"

She stroked my back and asked me, "I hear you have someone special in your life too little one"

I pulled back looking into her dark penetrating eyes feeling as proud and happy as she was, and answered her, "Yeah, Claire's wonderful you'll like her too Liz. She's smart, talented, and tough as nails, just like her dad."

Liz smiled at my dreamy expression saying, "I've heard she's quite a stunner this Claire of yours."

I knew where she was baiting me with that remark trying to tell if I'd done some growing up over the years since leaving the university. While in college, I had a habit of always becoming infatuated with the prettiest girls on campus. For one reason or another, they all managed to break my heart. When the anguish was too much to bear alone, I would turn to Liz and she dutifully sat and listened to me cry over each and every one of them.

Bristling slightly at this thinly veiled taunt I answered, "I'd love her just the same even if she looked like the flat faced ornery old mutt of yours." My chin jutted out in defiance, but seconds later a smile cracked my hardened features after mentioning her somewhat neurotic pet, "By the way how is Winston doing these days?"

"On his last legs I'm afraid," she answered wistfully, "He'll be coming out to the ranch with me soon to spend the last of his days enjoying the wide open spaces and all the new smells he can stuff his fat little face into."

I was so happy to see her I had almost forgotten what I was doing until she asked me, "Now what's this oddity you discovered before I so rudely interrupted you dear?"

Releasing one of her hands and pulling her along by the other I walked over to my PC saying, "Look at this and tell me what you see, I could really use a fresh pair of eyes looking at some of this crap." I could see her eyes follow the steps clearly depicted on the graph and said quickly, "I'm assuming you've been focusing on the dollars so far, but this tells me you need to look into the dates too."

Exhaling a loud breath I didn't realize I was holding, I smiled nodding to her because I had reached the same conclusion just before she walked in.

She turned toward me and asked with a serious expression, "How did you discover that sneaky shit was stealing all that money in the first place. To hear Bart tell the story it was nothing short of magic."

I chuckled and grabbed a pad and paper scrawling out the sorting algorithm I used and she smiled in recognition, "Ah it's nice to see your head wasn't in the clouds the whole time you were daydreaming in my lecture hall."

Answering her barb with one of my own I said, "Hey, when the professor giving the lecture is such a hot little minx it's awful hard for a girl not to fantasize."

"Thank you dear," she answered with a sly smile tapping the end of my equation and saying, "this part is all new to me, you added it?"

"Yeah," I answered tiredly, "I had almost six million in unaccounted for payments vanishing out of our claims budget. This equation told me that someone was electronically ghosting out identical amounts to specific legitimate claims every time we had a major influx of activity."

"I set it up to shuffle legitimate payments in and out to see if I could match the missing total," I told her elaborating on my methodology.

"How accurate?" she asked pointedly.

With a proud grin, I answered without hesitation, "down to the last penny."

She whistled her surprise admitting, "Yeah that couldn't happen by accident," squeezing my shoulder affectionately she added, "It's a good thing you weren't too distracted by that saucy professor to pay attention in class."

With a grin I sat heavily in my chair and gave her the rest of the details, "He tried to keep anyone here from seeing it by changing the way our system worked. He didn't count on me being such a nosey shit. I was snooping around and found out about it before he or anyone else knew what I was doing. All the clues pointed right at the only person with the knowledge and access necessary to pull it off, our brand new V.P. the more I look into it now it seems like he made almost no effort at all to cover his tracks. He was relying almost completely on his "streamlined auditing system" to keep anyone from noticing." 

She leaned away from the screen crossing her arms and said thoughtfully, "He was either seriously over confident or was a remarkably stupid man to try a stunt like that."

She looked again to study the graph on my computer and said, "This feels like something entirely different to me," with one finger tapping the screen. 

I watched her toss her luxurious long hair over her shoulder and nodded. I marveled at how pretty she still was even though its raven darkness was now shot through with grey. I remembered the teasing she once gave me for coloring my hair a lighter shade of blonde back in college. She equated coloring my hair to intellectual dishonesty and if I had any intellect, I'd leave my damn hair alone. I smiled knowing Liz would never succumb to such vanity. 

I happened to glance at the clock in the lower corner of the screen and I quickly started shutting it down with her still staring at Steve's chart I chirped at her in an accusatory tone. "Gee whiz lady why didn't you tell me it was already after nine, let's get the hell out of here I'm starved." 

She chuckled at me and hooking her arm through mine said, "You're a big girl, you would have figured it out on your own... eventually."

We left separately agreeing to meet for dinner. Liz and I had a wonderful meal at a local steakhouse, and spent the evening catching up on old times as and comparing notes on the loves of our lives. By the end of our dinner, I had extracted a promise from her to show up come hell or high water Monday morning to help me exercise the evil spirits from Continental Casualty & Insurance.

On my drive home from the restaurant, that creepy feeling of being followed enveloped me again. I noticed a pair of headlights that seemed to shadow my every turn. The driver was hanging back just enough to keep from being too obvious but he couldn't change the size or the arrangement of the lights on the front of his car. Someone a little less detail oriented may have missed it but I had just spent my whole afternoon searching for things that were out of place. When that exact pair of headlights reappeared behind me after a fourth and fifth turn, my guts told me he wasn't there by accident. 

I was instantly furious but forced myself to calm down when I realized there wasn't much I could do about it tonight. When I got home I couldn't help fuming and trying to think of a way to handle with this new irritant (As if I didn't have enough to deal with already.) Weariness finally overcame my anger and I gradually slid to a fitful slumber. My sleep was filled with images of sinister pursuers chasing me through my dreams. The strangest feature of these bizarre scenes parading through my sleep was that everyone who seemed so determined to capture me had a wonderfully naked female body. Though throughout the whole dream, I couldn't identify a single face. (Talk about weird Huh?)

 Chapter 16 

(Surveillance Shattered) 

Sunday

When me morning began, it arrived rather later than I was expecting. Usually by 10:00am, my day would already have worked up a good head of steam. Even on weekends, I rarely luxuriated in bed so late and I was a little disoriented when my eyes first cracked open and located the bedside clock. I exploded out of bed and was running for the bathroom trying to figure out which parts of my already brief morning routine could be skipped in order to get me out the door faster. When it finally penetrated my sleep-addled brain that it was Sunday I laughed aloud still sitting on the throne. I wasn't late for anything but the adrenaline coursing through my veins made calming down a bit tricky and going back to bed was completely out of the question. Since I was already up, I decided it was time to get my narrow arse in gear. I sighed thinking that I should at least try to accomplish something today, though I hadn't devoted any thought to what it was I needed to get done.

Swaddled in Claire's thick terry bathrobe that still smelled of her perfume I headed into the kitchen and my first goal of the day. I decided to start small brewing up a pot of delicious, aromatic, ultra-black coffee. (Hey sometimes it's the littlest things that mean the most.) After a cup or was it two, my memory was fully awake and filled with those headlights in my rearview mirror from last night and I was quickly dialing the phone. Keith Gibbons was driving his family to church when I reached him on his cell. He listened to my story very patiently, no laughter, but he might as well have cackled my ear off. He dismissed my suspicions so peremptorily that I felt as though I'd have gotten farther telling my story to my coffee mug. 

He told me flatly that he was absolutely certain that no one from his office had put me under surveillance. Only the U. S. attorney prosecuting the case could authorize the additional expense. They would only do it as a protective measure after a direct threat was made on a witness. Since the local FBI branch didn't have the manpower to do it even if she did authorize it, they would have had to bring in extra help from other field offices to do what I was suggesting. All of those authorizations had to come across his desk and he was positive there were none. Before hanging up He told me that unless I had some bad gambling debts or a jilted lover looking for revenge I shouldn't worry about anyone following me. I stared at the silent phone afterward feeling a little silly but the anger from the previous night was percolating just under the surface. 

It bubbled up momentarily and I vented it loudly into the empty room, "Oh bullshit! Special agent dipshit, I know what I saw!" 

I think what made me most angry was I didn't have the first damn clue what to do about it. I hated waiting around for something to happen, usually opting for a pro-active approach. The frustration was rapidly souring my mood and I needed to find a way to settle down. Refilling my coffee I looked across the living room at the sunbeams streaming through the glass patio doors. The pleasant memories of an afternoon spent frolicking with Claire bare ass naked on the other side of the glass helped shove some of my irritation aside. A smile curled my lips as my mind filled with images from the afternoon we shared in the late afternoon sun. Putting thought into action, I strode across the room dumping the phone back into its base and stepped outside onto the wide balcony. 

The fresh air had a crisp autumn chill raising goose pimples on my exposed skin as I looked out over the multi-hued treetops spread beneath me. It was the kind of day photographers and painters waited for all year. The sky was unusually clear with only a few thin wispy cirrus clouds marring its perfection. The deep azure color above seemed to help all of the colors radiate with an uncommon vibrancy. The leaves were nearing that brief span where their colors were at their most vivid. I wished I could capture the natural beauty to savor the other 364 days of the year. I could hear the creatures in the forest below busily preparing for the brutal cold that would descend upon them in a few short weeks. I both loved and hated this time of year. The next change of season would be heralded by short frosty days and achingly long cold nights. Midwestern winters could be cruel with their biting cold and deep snows, both of which lasted much too long for my liking. 

The more immediate concern of an empty coffee cup drove me back indoors. My laptop was slowly struggling to boot up and I found myself day dreaming about vitamin D and its many benefits. I couldn't ever remember being so completely happy. Even with all of the shit going wrong and right, at work. I was just bursting to tell someone how wonderful my life was going but couldn't think of a soul to call. Suddenly I remembered one person that I could talk to and I had some happy news to share with her too. I snatched up the telephone carrying it with me back into the kitchen. I could certainly have waited until I saw her tomorrow in the office but my urge to talk to someone was overpowering. With the long hours we had all put in lately if I could brighten her day with a well-earned reward, I didn't want to wait an extra second. I pulled up her home number from my PDA and dialed my excitement building with each unanswered ring. When she did answer, her voice was a bit gravely as though she might have just woken. 




Warming the IcePrincess Pt. 04



"Hey Sue, its Jane," I said giving her a moment to get over being pestered with work on the weekend.

"Well hi there boss, I was Just thinking about you," her voice brightened. "I was just trying to figure out where to go shop for some new duds for work, can't really go to any of the places I usually shop."

"No I suppose not," I chuckled into the phone and a thought struck me, "Hey how would you like some company?"

"Yeah sure, in fact now that I think about who would be better to have along than the cruel taskmistress that decided 'I'm with stupid' wasn't good enough for the office anymore."

Caught a bit off-guard by her jibe I took a second to respond, "Well...you don't have to Sue dear...I could offer your job to somebody else and this troublesome promotion business would all go away. Hmm I wonder how...Walter would like his own office."

"Oh god Jane don't even think it," she groaned, "If you gave the job to him you'd need to have every door in the building widened at head level."

The image of a pair of contractors comparing that pompous asses swollen head to a reconfigured doorway sprang into my cartoon bubble and I cracked up telling Sue, "Yeah I see your point." 

"Not to worry Sue I wouldn't subject that 'tyrant in a teapot' on the rest of the department. That would be evil, so I guess I'm gonna have to stick with you after all."

She was laughing too now and could only get out, "I guess," between giggles.

That's when I told her, "This an official Job offer now," I paused to let that sink in. "It was approved at the highest level yesterday and I wanted to give you a little extra time to think it over before you have to give me your answer." 

When she didn't respond immediately, I filled the silence telling her, "I'm increasing the salary for that position a full 20% from what I was making which would still only make it...$47,500 to start with but it should be a decent raise for you."

She whistled then said, "Damn boss they were sure getting you cheap all these years."

I chuckled and answered her, "Tell me about it, but they are kind of making it up to me now."

"O.K. I've thought it over," she paused for just a second then asked, "When do I start?"

Smiling privately at her eagerness I told her, "Well there is a bit of paper work that needs to be handled in H.R. but I can show you your new office in the morning say about nine o'clock."

Her voice had a patronizing edge to it when she said, "Uh, Jane I kinda know what the office looks like."

"Don't be so sure Suzy-baby," I teased her.

"Get the fuck out," her excitement burst through the earpiece, "Adams old office?" she asked.

Damn she was quick. That's another reason she was the only one I ever considered for my replacement. "I'll show you tomorrow. What do you say we go and get some shopping done now? How about you pick me up in half an hour, I still have to get dressed."

She let out a whoop and said don't hurry she'd be would be right over, before asking me where the hell I was.

"Do you know where the Tourelle lumineuse condominiums are," I asked her. 

She answered quickly, "Yeah, it's on the east side off Riverview parkway, I know where it is."

"Good when you get here check in with security I'll let them know you're coming, I'm in suite 1114 see you in a bit," I told her and hung up and scurried off to find something to wear.

In precisely eighteen minutes security called, telling me that I had a guest waiting in the lobby. I asked them to send her up, while I finished getting dressed and brushing my hair. Sue was suitably dazzled by Claire's condo and all of its accoutrements. 

"Whoa boss nice place you have here," she said as her eyes took in the spacious rooms elegant furnishings.

I grinned and shrugged say to her, "Yeah well, when you're secretly pulling down a V.P.'s salary while running a clandestine operation as an executive assistant you can afford digs like these."

She laughed and asked me, "Speaking of clandestine operations what's with the two goons parked outside watching the building?"

"Goons?" I answered her question with one of my own.

She smiled wider and told me, "Yeah boss they're out front sitting in a grey Crown Vic, I'm parked right across from them. From what I heard downstairs, they've been there all night. One of the guards is all in a lather because one of them smokes and has been flipping his butts on the lawn."

I quickly assembled a picture from what she was telling me and it fit right together with the car that I saw following me home the night before. "God Damn that guy, I told him someone's been following me," I said in an angry outburst.

"Who boss?" she asked her brow wrinkled in confusion.

"Oh I called that fucking Gibbons guy from the FBI this morning and he blew me off. Told me I was just being paranoid." 

"What are you gonna do boss, you can't just let them get away with this shit," she said with some real heat in her voice.

I smiled pleased that she was so concerned for me and said, "I have an idea but I'll need your help with it."

She asked with a nasty leer on her face, "We gonna go down there and bust 'em up? I'm in boss, I'll take ol' smokey."

I laughed at her enthusiasm but said, "No hon I had something a little more subtle in mind, take off your clothes."

Her face went instantly slack as she froze in absolute stunned silence.

"C'mon hustle up girlie," I barked as I quickly shed my own shirt draping it over the back of a chair.

"Whatever you say boss, but I fail to see how two naked angry women will have any advantage kicking someone's ass over two angry women with their clothes on." 

I laughed so hard at her erroneous description I had to grab at the chair to keep from falling over. "No silly," I choked out, "we're gonna switch. You take off in my car and they'll follow you, and then I can tail them. I'll get their plates and maybe even a picture or something. Then tomorrow when I see special agent Gibbons again I'll shove that info so far down his throat he'll have paper cuts on his hemorrhoids."

She started pulling off her clothes rapidly understanding exactly what I had in mind now. When the transformation was complete, I looked her over in my clothes. My khakis were a bit snug on her especially in the hips and thighs but long and loose everywhere else. I have to say the tank top I swapped with her had never been filled out quite so well when I was wearing it. Her baggy outfit worked on my longer slimmer frame, though her hair was definitely going to be a problem. An idea struck me and I told her to stay put while I dashed for the bedroom and swung into the closet. Jumping a few times to reach it, I finally plucked a dusty old baseball cap from the top shelf. Next, I extracted the hair extensions from the box that held my schoolgirl outfit. I stuffed them through the hole in the back of the cap and pinned them securely to the hat. When Sue donned the contraption and stood across the room I decided we just might pull it off as long as they didn't look too close, or figure out that I had developed a real nice round little ass overnight.

I tossed her the keys for the Beemer and told her, "Keep the top up and haul ass out of the neighborhood so they don't get a good look at you. Slow-up a little when you get out on the freeway to make sure they could follow along."

"Sounds good boss, where will you be?" she asked.

"I'll be behind them in my old Chevy, a big rusty blue one. With any luck you'll never see me and neither will they."

Smiling mischievously she high-fived me and asked, "Where do you want me to start my shopping trip?"

I thought for a few seconds searching my memory and said, "Do you know Philbin's menswear it's on sixth street downtown?"

"Sure," she answered with a little laugh and nodded.

Go look at their belts and neckties they're way in the back. That'll make them hang around out front and maybe I can capture them on this." I pulled my little credit card sized digital camera from my pocket to show her. 

"Way to go boss, let's do it," her excitement was starting to infect me so much that we almost forgot to lock the door in our rush to leave.

My hasty little plan was working better than I expected. When Sue whizzed past them on the street in a fiery red blur and they obediently followed her maintaining a safe distance. I fell in behind them easily in the late morning traffic. I moved in close enough to snap several pictures of their car hoping to get a nice clear image of the plate number. I could tell Gibbons in the morning that whoever they were their education in counter-surveillance was as poor as the FBI's combat training. I watched as Sue ducked inside Philbin's while 'Crew-cut and 'Smokey' parked about a block away from the storefront. I tucked into a spot a block behind them and started casually making my way down the sidewalk toward their car. 'Smokey' sauntered down the sidewalk and hung around out front, peeking inside the store from time to time. From the mouth of a nearby alley, I snapped several decent shots of him as he waited for her to emerge. 

I was about to head back to my Chevy when a meaty hand clamped down on my shoulder and began forcing me to turn around. Grabbing at the fingers and twisting them savagely, I spun to face the owner of the offending paw. The angle of my shoulders helped me develop some power and I completed my rotation driving my fist as hard as I could into the notch on his chest where his ribs met. His loud explosive gasp told me my blow had its intended effect. His eyes were wide in stunned surprise as he struggled to catch his next breath. Recognizing his blonde crew cut, I knew immediately he was the Smokey's partner. I was instantly pissed at myself for letting him get around me. It was too late to worry about it now so I took out my frustration on 'Crew-cut', the poor fucker. Using the fingers I was still twisting backwards, I jerked him forward off balance and drove my knee into his groin, hard. His legs went rubbery and I stepped around him still wrenching on his now mangled hand. Before he crumbled to the ground completely I rotated using my hips to generate some torque and fired a spinning side-kick into his sternum driving him over backward. As he fell, his head clanged with a hollow thud off a dumpster in the alley behind him. He dropped to the ground in an unconscious heap. 

I knelt quickly and checked him over just a little afraid I might have killed the sorry bastard. There was no blood and he was already starting to moan and breathe a bit easier. I searched him quickly finding a leather case in his breast pocket. When I cracked it open, I spotted a small gold badge, and groaned knowing exactly what it was. I'd seen several just like it recently but continued searching him anyway. I located both his gun and handcuffs and quickly snapped one end of the cuffs around one of his wrists. I fastened the other end to the lifting lug welded halfway up the side of the dumpster. Next, I released the fully loaded clip from his automatic and threw it into the dumpster. Remembering to rack the slide back to eject the round from inside the chamber, I picked it up and it joined its mates in the trash. Extracting his I.D. card out of the badge case, I dropped it and his now useless Glock onto his chest muttering "asshole." Before turning to leave the alley I gave him one more wickedly satisfying kick on his thigh. It wouldn't do any more damage than maybe give him a nice livid bruise to remember me by. With any luck he'd also have a limp for the next few days. I smiled picturing him having to hobble around the office and explain to all his FBI buddies how he got the limp and the knot on his melon from a girl.

I walked boldly up the sidewalk to go find Sue and tell her the game was up. As I sauntered past old 'Smokey' waiting outside on the curb I told him, "Hey somebody fucked up your pal in that alley back there, you'd better go check on him." 

His eyes widened with a start when he recognized me but he turned quickly away rushing up the street in the direction I'd come from. Before I stepped into the store to find Sue I had an odd flash of déjà vu as I watched him scramble down the sidewalk and into the alley. We stood inside watching them through the front window as their car zipped by on the street I told Sue what happened and showed her the card I pulled from 'Crew-cuts' wallet and she whistled in surprise.

"Jeeze boss do think it's smart to beat the shit out of the feds. that way?" she asked with a chuckle.

Glancing at the card in my hand, I told her, "From what I can see here this asshole is supposed to be working in the Hoover building in D.C. If I'm right, our local boys don't know a thing about it. They're going to be plenty pissed that these two clods were even here."

I put the card back into my pocket, threw my arm over her shoulder, and said, "I'll worry about that tomorrow when I'm screaming at Agent Gibbons, then it'll be his problem. Now let's get out of here and head over to the mall, we still have some shopping to do."

 Chapter 17

(Following Orders) 

Having to drive separately in the two cars turned out to be a bit of a boon for Sue, but raised hell with my credit card balances. The Beemer had such a tiny trunk and no back seat that it wouldn't hold shit, but the trunk and back seat of my Chevy were enormous and damn near full when we finally left the mall. Back at Claire's as we transferred her many bags into her trunk and back seat I began regretting my insistence that the trip to the mall was "my treat." I did have to admit that Sue had been instrumental in figuring out who had been following me. Since she was also updating her wardrobe at my suggestion, I guess it's a little late to start griping now. We put the cars away in the garage feeling pretty good about the way things had worked out and I invited her upstairs for coffee and to finish swapping back into our own clothes.

I went straight into the bedroom to put away the new clothes that I bought when the phone started ringing and I hollered, "Hey Sue to grab that would ya."

Finished hanging all my new pretty things I stepped up onto the corner of a box to put the stupid baseball hat away where I found it. Just as I was reaching to put the hat where I'd found it the damn box flipped underneath my foot. My arms flailed as I clutched at anything within reach trying to regain my balance. I ended up falling in a graceless heap to the floor pulling down all of my gorgeous new clothes that I'd just hung with great care. 

Sue appeared at the door with the phone to her ear laughing and said, "No she's right here in the bedroom rolling around on the closet floor."

"What?" she asked with a smile then answered, "Hell I don't know, it looks like she's wrestling with the new outfits she bought today, it's kinda funny because I think the clothes are winning!"

"Is she always this clumsy?" She giggled into the receiver then said, "Ya know when she gets a little older like next year or something and falls like this she could break a hip and then she'll be nothing but trouble." 

"So I fell, who the hell is that anyway?" I groused at her thoroughly embarrassed.

She mouthed China to me and winked I was only slightly relieved, thankful it wasn't an important call the way she was carrying on. I decided I could look on her teasing a little more charitably since it was Claire and she was already well aware of my unfortunate tendency to tip over.

"Oh yeah she's had a busy day shopping with me, beating the shit out of an FBI guy in an alley, but right now she looks like a whipped puppy rolling around on the floor the way she is," Sue was enjoying this immensely and I couldn't help but to start laugh with her.

Her expression turned more serious for a second as she listened intently. When her eyes moved back to me, she was beaming. "Sure, Damn right, I'd love to as long as you're good with it. What did you have in mind?"

Now I was perplexed at what the two of them might be discussing. Hearing only one side of a conversation can sometimes be unbelievably maddening.

Sue kept looking at me then grinning while she listened only occasionally averting her eyes to add an occasional remark like, "yep" "O.K." "Won't work" "No problem" or "I gotcha." 

She started laughing again, really hard this time and then suddenly snapped off a very military response saying, "Yes mam! I'll give it my best effort, you can count on me." 

Sue reached out the phone handing it over to me and left the room chuckling. I was still all tangled up with my wardrobe only barely able to achieve a sitting position. I put the phone to my ear and said, "Hi babe she's lying her ass off, the clothes were not winning! Now just what are you two cooking up?" 

Claire's warm throaty laugh made me forget all of the nasty retorts I'd dreamed up for the pair of them while I lay sprawled on the floor. They were having so much fun talking about me I had a few juicy ones saved and ready but all was forgiven the instant I heard her voice.

"Jane honey I love you, but it sounds to me like your last few days have been pretty stressful, am I right?" She asked me the concern in her tone was genuine.

"Yeah," I said with a sigh, "I can't argue with you there hon, I have been awful...busy." 

"See babe that's what I'm talking about," she said decisively and continued, "Since I'm not there to tell you to knock it off when you need it, and I'm guessing you need it right bloody now! I've asked the lovely Miss McKenzie to make sure you relax tonight. That way I won't have to worry that you're over doing it, at least until I'm back there to take care you myself. Now be a good girl and do as she says."

"Aw damn Claire, do I have to? She gets so damn bossy when she's left in charge." I raised my voice so that Sue was sure to hear that last bit.

"Yes, I won't have you running yourself down baby. You've had an awful lot thrown on your plate lately. I just know you'll work yourself to death trying to get it all done. It worries me. I'm not there to help you through any of it, so tonight Sue is."

I was really touched by her concern but I wasn't so sure I wanted Sue to "make me" relax at all.

"Don't fight me on this honey, you mean too much to me to have you working yourself sick," she told me her voice becoming thick with emotion.

Oh god, that did it I would have crawled across broken glass for her if she'd asked.

"Okay you win," I told her softly, "I'll do what I'm told. You shouldn't have to worry about me you have an important job to do too." 

I sighed in defeat then asked her, "How's that going by the way?"

"Good," she said, "We gave them the proposal a few hours ago, and we'll probably hear from them again sometime in the morning."

"So how'd ya do?" I asked her impatiently.

"Hard to tell the seemed pleased but they had their own stop loss analyst along who turned out to be a total pain in the ass. Overall I'd say we gave them pretty much what they were looking for," she said with a satisfied tone. 

"That's good to hear, and how are you doing? You've' been working pretty hard too sweetness. Maybe you should follow your own advice and relax," I ribbed her just a little. 

She snickered and answered, "Point taken, I was just thinking about curling up for a nap. The time change has me all screwed up."

"Well I should let you go and go find what Sue is up to. I hate to leave her running around unsupervised ya know what I mean?"

I could almost feel her smiling and she told me in a lighter tone, "I told Sue to give a call later to let me know how you guys are doing."

"Sure, checking up on me now, making sure I not being a naughty girl," I taunted. "Don't you trust me?"

"Honey you know I do, I just want to make sure you're having a nice evening and Sue's helping you relax. I can't wait to finish up here and get back to take care of you myself baby."




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"Yes, I believe you will," he answered as a slow smile crept across his face. 

"Just nail that rat-bastard Keith we're all counting on you." I told him then turned to face Cliff Adams.

After taking a second to think I said to him, "Cliff I'm sorry for everything you've been through. I'll talk to Bart and tell him what's been going on. Maybe he will find a way to help your family through this. I can't make any promises but if Bart Stillwell is nothing else, he is a decent and honorable man."

Adams nodded and replied earnestly, "Thank you so much Jane I can't ask for any more than that." 

 Chapter 22

(Homecoming) 

When I left the jailhouse, I was spent. The emotional roller coaster I'd been riding the entire morning left me feeling exhausted and frazzled. It was already getting late and I'd missed lunch, which wasn't helping my mood. Mostly I just didn't want to think anymore, but I headed back to the office to see what else needed to be done. When I got back, Liz was fielding angry calls from all over the building. She seemed to be having a bit of fun telling folks what they could go do with themselves. She grinned and waved as I strolled in and picked up the other extension and called down to the computer room.

Reaching a relieved Dan I told him, "Hey buddy this is Jane, go ahead and release the network for everything else, but you keep mainframe access locked down for now."

He delivered a quick status report telling me he decided to initiate a system wide security sweep to see if anything else was lying dormant in our files. I filled him in on what had happened at the jailhouse making sure that I spoke loud enough for Liz to hear it all too. I didn't want to repeat everything as soon as I set down the phone. I told him he'd done some great work today and as I said good-bye, I used an old joke that always made us laugh.

"Hey Dan, there might be a little something extra in your paycheck next week." 

He laughed and said, "Yeah, sure boss."

He didn't know it yet of course, this time there would be, even if I had to pull it out of my own pocket to get it in there. Liz told me that an FBI agent had already been through the office collecting evidence. He also visited Dan in the computer room before leaving as well. I looked around the room at the heaps of paper still stacked everywhere and told her to call him back quick, he didn't take enough. My stomach growled right on cue as I asked her if she'd eaten yet and motioned her to follow me to go rectify our sad state. We made it to the cafeteria just as they were closing up for the day. I had to pull rank on the woman trying to lock the gate, but we managed to get some soup and a salad to eat without me feeling too much like a bully. While we ate, I filled her in on some of the details of the relationship between Cliff Adams and Walcott. When I told her about the threats Walcott had made and what he had done to Dorothy Adams she was as shaken and angry as I was. 

As tired as I was, it was very tempting to knock off early, but the two of us went back to my office intending to start boxing up the heaps of paper lying everywhere. Sending them back into storage and clearing out my office had suddenly assumed an outsized importance to me. I wanted to be finished with the whole Adams/Walcott affair and get on with life. I had quite a bit to look forward to and Walcott and Adams were the FBI's problem now. However when we got back upstairs, there was a bit of a surprise waiting there for both of us. 

Claire and Bart were both standing just inside the doorway looking around as though they were afraid to enter the disaster area. When she spotted Bart, Liz shocked us all letting loose with a happy whoop as she ran at him full-speed jumping into his arms and wrapping her legs around his waist. He staggered backward dropping his luggage trying to maintain his balance while he caught her.

I sidled up to where Claire stood watching their exuberant display and said, "Ya think she might have missed him a little."

Watching as they clung to each other and kissed Claire just smiled happily. I slipped an arm around her waist Claire leaned into me kissing me softly on the cheek, and asked, "How about you baby, did you miss me?"

Letting my fingers do some of the talking, they dipped between the firm spheres of her ass tracing along the bar of her thong through her skirt. I whispered into her ear, "More than I know how to say gorgeous." My hand continued roaming over her curves enjoying her tight skin under the light fabric.

She started chuckling while shifting her hips in encouragement and whispered to me, "If you keep talking like that baby, you'll have me wetting my pants."

Bart reluctantly set Liz on her feet but they remained wrapped in each other's arms when he said, "Now that's what I'd call a welcome."

We all chuckled in agreement but Liz told him, "You aint seen noth'in yet Cowboy, just wait'll I get you home," She tugged at his neatly bowed string tie and beamed up at his surprised expression.

Bart recovered his composure after a few seconds and introduced the two women in his life to each other.

After a brief hug, Claire told Liz how happy she was to finally meet the woman who had the moxie to take care of an ornery old cuss like Bart Stillwell.

Liz told her with a suggestive leer that she was gonna "take care of him good as soon as she got him home," and we were all laughing at the silliness that seemed to be pervading the room.

Getting in on the act I told her, "Now don't you hurt my drink'in buddy Liz, after this week he's gonna owe us both a few."

At that point Bart had enough of us women talking about him as if he wasn't even there. 

He noisily cleared his throat and said, "You two girls meet us for dinner over at the Stockman's around seven and I'll by a few rounds for everyone. We're celebrating tonight."

"You got the contract?" I asked looking from Bart to Claire and both were smiling and nodding.

"Lock, stock, and barrel," he told us, "In fact they were so pleased with the package Claire came up with, we're meeting with them next week to negotiate a deal on everything they have including all of their U.S. facilities and corporate headquarters."

"Hot damn!" I said, "Its awful good to hear that something has gone our way today."

Bart asked me pointedly, "Why Jane? What's been going on around here?" 

I sighed trying to frame an answer for him and finally said, "You aint gonna fucking believe it Bart, you just aint."

He looked at me with a concerned fatherly expression gripping my shoulder and said, "Jane honey I'm sure you handled it the best way you could, and that's all I can ask from you. Is there anything we need to do right away?"

"No," I told him and added, "It's a long story, but it'll keep until dinnertime and maybe...after I've had a few."

He chuckled kissing my forehead as he hugged me and said, "Now that's my girl." 

Turning to Liz and throwing his arm around her he asked, "How about we get outta here and go work up a bit of an appetite lady?"

They left my office each lugging one of his heavy bags I could still hear Liz's giggled reply from well down the hall, "Yee haw Cowboy lets go."

The second they were gone Claire and I were at each other. I had almost forgotten just how good it felt to be held and kissed with passion. Our lips and hands were all over each other, and our bodies pressed tightly together was awakening feelings in me that were stunning with their intensity.

After a few minutes she gasped, "Oh god, let's go home baby."

I told her breathing heavily, "I can't wait that long," and pulled her back against me kissing her again hungrily.

I paused looking into her eyes and panted when she said, "Wow, I guess not. But where babe?"

I grabbed her hand and commanded, "Follow me," pulling her across the hall into her abandoned former office.

I turned locking the door the instant we were both inside. I stood for a moment simply looking at her, my eyes devouring the visual treat she was presenting before stalking over to her. Without a word, I started running my hands all over her body. She remained still with her arms at her sides while my hands glided over every inch of her. They stopped only briefly to savor certain portions of her exquisite anatomy before continuing on to find something new to explore. My brain had entered some kind of catatonic state unable to process anything but sensation as my hands closed around her wonderful heavy tits and felt her nipples hardening beneath my palms. I quickly zeroed in on one of the thickening nubs, my body shuddered with excitement. Suddenly I wanted the thin fabric layer gone anything separating her skin from my touch was totally unacceptable. The pinches I delivered to nipple drew a gasp from deep in Claire's throat as my other hand slipped over her belly wrestling with her skirt to trying to get to my favorite parts of her. Frustrated I wrenched the side zipper downward and forced the material down over her hips. I traced along her satin covered mound locating her hidden cleft feeling the resistance increase as the fabric soaked up her moisture. Still behind her, I pressed myself tightly against her body, gasping at the feel of her luscious curves. I whimpered to her how much I missed her before attacking the nape of her neck with my lips and tongue.

My hands never stopped moving as I ground my own mound against her ass I was becoming frantic. I felt almost drugged, it was though any loss of contact between us would have been painful, and unbearably so. Christ I couldn't even stop myself long enough to undress her I wanted to touch her so badly. I finally had to stop sucking the skin of her neck and throat just to pant over her shoulder as my heart was hammered inside my chest. Claire purred and backed against me as I continued massaging her breasts and teasing her nipples. My mind cleared only enough to seize on a memory of something she said to me not long before she left on her trip. I stepped back almost falling over the conference table close behind me. I managed to upend the canvas bag I'd left there this morning as my arms flailed trying to keep my balance. I growled looking back at where it fell to the floor before barking at Claire, to "lose the damn blouse." I bent to gather up the loose items from the spilled bag shoving back inside roughly. When I looked back at her, she was wearing only her dark stockings, garter belt, and her thong. The way they framed the satiny globes of her ass made me swallow against the dryness in my throat, I could hardly breathe. She stepped out of the skirt pooled at her feet and peeled off the sodden thong tossing it aside. My eyes never left her skin as she moved, I was completely mesmerized. 

She turned and asked over her shoulder, "Babe, aren't you going to get undressed?"

I stood staring her and said nothing, my vision captivated by the swell of her smooth bottom. She said my name again and I shook my head and mumbled, "Later."

I blinked a few times trying to gather my wits and finally said to her, "Do you remember what you told me on the balcony about 'the next time'?"

She giggled and answered, "Yes, I think I do."

"That's good," I said stepping toward her, "Well the next time is right now woman so don't make me push you down."

I stooped over reaching inside the canvas bag and pulled out the first thing that my fingers touched. It was the long flexible double-ended dildo, it wasn't ideal for what I intended but it would have to do. I stepped over to her pressing my hand on the small of her back guiding her to lie down on the floor. She rested her head on her folded arms and held her hips up for me willingly but I pushed them down against the soft the carpet. For an instant, I just looked down at her lying down there waiting for me and I was awestruck by how lucky I was to be with her. She was so beautiful, so feminine, and so willing to submit to my desires. I was almost overwhelmed by how much I loved her. However, it didn't take long for my raging carnal urges to muscle those and any other thoughts aside. I knelt between her legs nudging them apart exposing the moist pink flesh of her pussy to my eager eyes.

I had no idea why but something within me was provoking an overpowering yearning for really angry, dirty sex, and I couldn't seem to stop myself. I'd never before allowed myself to succumb so completely to the influence of emotions like this but today I was consumed by my own salacious desires. I felt so oddly detached from my normal reserve I felt possessed even demonic with the lust that burned through my mind and body. It was as if a switch inside me had been thrown and I couldn't turn it off. I felt almost as though I was watching someone else taking the fleshy dildo and pushing it roughly against her waiting pussy, swirling it around in the juices gathering there, and then lifting it to my mouth to taste the now glossy end. Her musky scent and tangy flavor sent my mind spinning. I felt dizzy and the sounds that reached my ears had a thin hollow echo as my heart thundered in the foreground. I pressed it against her opening and watched transfixed as it disappeared slowly into her body between the expanding pink folds. The sight of her lips stretching to grip the smooth glistening shaft each time I withdrew it was bewitching. Watching it slide back into her until my knuckles rapped against her pubic bone sent shivers through my body. Claire shifted her hips seeking a more comfortable position and when she did, it again sparked something unfamiliar inside me. 

I was furious that she would dare to interrupt my fascination with watching her pussy taking the tumescent pole. I mumbled softly, "Fine, have it your way." I tightened my grip and started pounding it into her. With every stroke, my hand slapped against her rapidly moistening mound. Every time I rammed it deeper into her, I could feel her lips swelling against my finger and thumb where they were circled around the thick shaft. Claire whimpered in surprise at the feral nature of my assault, and that's what it was, an assault. It was turning me on so much I didn't care what she thought about it and told her to "shut up," while watching her ass bounce as my hand slammed the dildo into her body. I slowed my pace re-gripping the shaft and extended my thumb allowing it bang against her darker pink rosebud each time the staff reached the limit of her depths. Her hips titled again reacting to this new stimulation and I growled a question at her through clenched teeth.

"So you like getting your cunt fucked on the office floor like a dirty slut?"

She grinned but didn't make a sound, which only served to renew the anger within me fanning those flames to a blinding intensity. I reached out grabbing a fistful of her hair and savagely yanked her head backward while stuffing the thick pole faster into her body. Her arms shot out trying to support her upper body and lessen the strain on her scalp. The sight of her back arching the way it was and her ass rippling when my hand smacked the fat dildo into her body drove me deeper into my frenzy. 

I growled down at her giving her hair another yank about every other word, "You should have answered me slut."

She whimpered and gasped as I relentlessly pounded into her, "I know," she finally answered.

I straddled her thigh where it lay on the floor and ground my pussy against it manically. Claire seemed to be responding to it all, I vaguely recognized that her moans were growing more excited and urgent. I couldn't make myself care about her pleasure, and kept jerking ruthlessly on her hair and slamming the fat rubber cock into her body only because it was thrilling to me. I noticed her reflection in the glossy finish of the dark wood paneling and gasped with excitement. I watched in amazement as each my actions forced her body to react. I used her hair to jerk her head in different directions. Her reflection responding to my harsh manipulations was driving me wild as I forced her into new erotic postures. I pulled harder on her hair just to watch her tits bounce and sway, to tilt her chin upward farther, or just to feel her muscles straining against my arm. I was so intoxicated by every sight or sound she made because of my viciousness I didn't even notice when she started cumming. The slow flood of her warm creamy cum started washing over my fingers surprising me as I continued humping her leg watching it flow from her body. 

I ground myself so hard against her thigh that the seam of my pants was starting to dig painfully into the skin of my pussy. As exciting as savaging Claire's body seemed to me it still wasn't enough I desperately wanted to cum. I stood, letting go of everything so abruptly she flopped helplessly to the ground as her arms crumbled beneath her. My hands tore at the zipper and buttons on my pants like they belonged to some sort of hyperactive nymphomaniac. I managed to rip them open only to struggle to get them off over my shoes. I was in such a frenzy that it never occurred to me remove the damn things to make the process easier. I only knew the damn pants had to go and I pulled and yanked at them savagely to make it happen. Finally, I was free and flopped to the ground between Claire's legs. I lifted one of them scooting myself closer resting her calf muscle on my shoulder. Hugging her thigh with one arm, I used my other hand to align the excess length of the dildo with my own very hot juicy opening.

As I forced myself down onto it, I felt like it was burning the hole into me but I still couldn't make myself slow down. I just ground myself against her until it stopped at the limits of both our bodies. Thrusting my hips forward roughly against her immobile form, I sank its full length deep inside me repeatedly until my mound slapped wetly against hers. My hips bucked and gyrated driving the slick pole into both of us over and over until my knees burned from the friction with the carpet. I could only grunt with the effort of each thrust as the sensations building in my belly and pussy seemed to rob my vocal chords of all coherent forms of speech. I felt fumbling fingertips moving across my pussy but still couldn't make myself stop grinding myself against her body. I looked down in time to watch them grip the fleshy folds surrounding my clit. As I drew my hips back, the skin tightened on my angry red nubbin. I felt a rush of heat sizzling through my body but kept pounding myself down onto the dildo relentlessly. 

Claire's fingers tugging on the hood of my clit shifted slightly and the next sensation that burned through to reach beyond my sub-conscious was an intensely sharp pinch. I gasped as my insides clenched at the rubber intruder slipping in and out of me. She pinched it again and again as each of my strokes banged against her body. My hips suddenly started losing their rhythm and waves of spasmodic muscular activity rippled all through my insides. I felt the warm streams of my cum splash onto her skin then wash over both of us. I twitched and grunted still holding her thigh tight to my chest as I came. As the shuddering spasms marched through my body, each one weakened me until I barely had the strength to remain upright. 

When the pleasant warm sensations were just beginning to ebb away, a fiery bolt of intense pain shot through the bunched muscles of my left hip. Yowling in shock, I threw myself backward off her body and writhed on the floor in agony clutching at the blinding pain searing through my hip and downward into my leg.

Claire was next to me in a flash asking, "Jane...honey...baby, what's wrong?" 

I groaned out a single word trying to get her to leave me alone, to let me suffer in peace, "Cramp!"

She knelt beside me while I massaged the offending muscles and experimentally straightening and re-bending my leg. It took a few seconds for the sound to penetrate but I realized with a start that she was laughing at me, and enjoying herself enormously.




Warming the IcePrincess Pt. 05



"It's not funny, it hurts," I pouted but there was no real fire in my words, all of a sudden, I realized I couldn't be mad at her. It wasn't long after that I fully realized the absurdity of what I'd just said. With the sharpness of the cramp beginning to fade, I found I couldn't resist chuckling along with her.

"My god Claire," I said between uncomfortable giggles, "I don't know what got into me, I'm sorry babe."

She leaned down and kissed my cheek while I told her, "I've turned into some kind of god damn freak while you were away."

She smiled down at me brushing the hair off my face tenderly she answered my self-deprecating quip, "As long as you're 'My freak' baby, I'll just have to learn to put up with it." Then she kissed me again, and it was so warm and loving that tears started pooling in my eyes before she drew her lips away from mine. I felt so utterly ashamed for what I'd just done to her, I couldn't even look her in the eye. She tried wiping away the tears and finally gave up falling into my arms. She told me over and over how much she loved me and missed me, while I sobbed inconsolably against her shoulder. It all seemed so ridiculous to me. Here I'd just finished abusing the shit out of her and I was the one that was bawling. I apologized repeatedly and begged her forgiveness for being such a thoughtless animal. I told her I didn't know what came over me but swore to her it would never happen again. She pulled back staring down at me with a confused almost angry expression on her face that left me totally perplexed.

"It had better happen again lady!" She growled at me as her face split into a wide smile.

She cuddled against my chest and said, "I've never cum so hard before in my entire life baby. That was fucking incredible!"

Relieved beyond words I just laughed softly and hugged her against my chest. We lay on the floor like that for a while until she asked me how my cramp was doing and I told her it was much better now, I'd almost forgotten about it entirely.

"That's a shame," she muttered.

I barked at her sharply, "If you say so, but hey, it wasn't your hip trying to tie itself into some kind of Gordian knot." 

"I didn't mean that silly," and she gave my chest a playful slap, "I meant that I heard of a cure for that sort of thing."

I snickered and said, "Oh really, I've got hear this," I taunted her expecting to be told about eating bananas or be teased about my sunshine ploy out on the balcony. 

She rolled off my chest to kneel near my head and explained, "It's an ancient remedy that's been used for thousands of years by nearly every culture on the Earth."

I smiled up at her and asked, "Oh yeah, how come I've never heard of it?"

She straightened her back then swung her hips around to straddle my head and answered, "Oh, but you have my dear," grinning down at me between her parted thighs.

She pulled upward on her folds exposing her pink core to me and said, "It's called maiden oil, and it's good for whatever ails you." 

"Mmmm, sounds like health food to me," I giggled beneath her. 

Slowly she lowered herself over my mouth telling me, "I've been told its effects are greatly enhanced by consuming it directly from the source, ooo...yeah that's it." 

I pressed my tongue into her, moaning with delight as the savory flavor of her body enveloped my mouth. I felt her weight pressing my body down into the floor as she leaned forward explaining how she hadn't been getting nearly enough of it lately either. By this time, her voice had become too faint to hold my attention. I did catch something she mumbled about cramps striking at the wrong moment, and an once of prevention bla...bla...bla. I'd pretty much stopped listening at "consuming" and was happily doing exactly that. I lapped at her musky folds and tickled her swelling clit with increasing excitement as her enchanting essence suffused my senses. I remember thinking to myself she may be on to something as I flattened my tongue and ran it over her velvety soft skin. My concentration was diverted when I felt her cheek brush against my inner thigh as her fingers gripped my ass. Seconds after that first feathery touch of her skin on mine, a warm agile tongue started exploring my folds seeking its own source of that ancient healing elixir. I certainly had no objections with being her supplier. We indulged in a deliciously slow and tender 69 on the office floor in the middle of the workday. I guess rank does have its privileges after all. 

The sun shining through the large plate glass windows at a surprisingly low angle woke us lying in each other's arms quite sometime afterward. Judging from our burst of frantic energy to get dressed and head for the restaurant, her curative treatment must have been effective. Neither of us suffered from an unexpected cramp all the way to the restaurant.

We were late as hell getting there, (This was becoming a bit of a habit with the two of us.) Liz and Bart were in such fine spirits not even our outrageous tardiness dampened their celebratory mood. I waited until after dinner to destroy that. I told them all the gory details of Walcott's evil scam, his feeble attempt at blackmail, and the murder of Clifton Adams mother. 

 Chapter 23

(The Residue of Treachery) 

 The next few days at the office were for me both maddeningly hectic and incredibly exciting. After cleaning up the debris of old records, borrowed tables, and temporary workstations it was all replaced with my newly delivered furniture. Claire and I both had a blast arranging things and swapping pieces until both of us were satisfied with our new environs. The rest of my time was taken up with a seemingly endless series of meetings. I did find time to complete one project with a great deal of help from Liz. We tried to build some projections on how we could expect our investment income to perform now that we were fully in control of it. I was busy summarizing a second report on our cash reserves Wednesday afternoon when Special Agent Gibbons name lit up in my caller ID display. 

The first bit of news he had to tell me was stunning. Continental was not the only corporation that Walcott had infiltrated, in fact there were three more. Each of them was being electronically looted in the same way. There were other similarities linking them to Walcott. They were all were privately held companies, used computer systems similar to ours, and were targets of investigations lead by a younger Ashton Walcott III while he was still a field agent. 

"The scope of this thing is just incredible Jane," Keith told me sounding almost ashamed at what Walcott was able to do from inside the most powerful law enforcement agency on the planet. 

"We've found accounts where he was funneling money in Luxembourg, the Caymans, and Belize. So far the banks have agreed to freeze them all but it might take years for the courts to return the money to its legitimate owners," he said and chuckled, "You were lucky you had Mr. Phillips to pluck it out of that account in Zurich like he did."

I smiled telling Keith, "He may have earned himself a hell of a bonus for being so damn devious. I'm still negotiating with Mr. Stillwell on just how nice we can afford to be." 

"Well you can put in a good word from me if it will help his case," he laughed into the phone. "He's been instrumental in helping us locate those other accounts."

"I'll pass that on, thanks Keith," it might be helpful indeed. I went on explaining, "I'd hate to lose him to just because we were too cheap to reward his talent and good work. Besides having him lurking out in cyberspace makes me nervous, know what I mean?"

He laughed and told me, "Us too, I've already added his name to the list of Hackers we need to watch. Dan just might be too good for his own good."

Then he offered a possible solution to improve Dan's bonus prospects. Keith told me that with any luck, the funds we removed from Walcott's Swiss bank account might be released to us as early as next week. The prosecutor assigned to the case would be submitting an affidavit based on our records to a federal Judge who only had to sign the order. I told him that might make Bart very happy but all I wanted to hear from the FBI that they caught that slimy bastard Walcott.

"No," he sighed and said, "We found his issue car abandoned just outside Danville Virginia. That only means he might have been headed south into the Carolina's or continuing west through Tennessee or Kentucky."

"Damn it Keith, I was really hoping you were calling with better news, I can't believe that asshole has been able to stay loose for this long," I grumbled into the phone.

He released a weary sigh and told me, "You're forgetting Jane that the man has been enforcement for almost thirty years. After that much time, a cop does tend to learn how to think like the criminals he's supposed to be hunting."

I fired back without humor, "Well this puke was applying the tricks of that trade long ago Keith. Maybe that's why he was always such a shitty cop, he was too damn busy being a crook."

Keith agreed with me giving a bark of nervous laughter but when he next spoke, there was no amusement in his tone. 

"Jane I'm going to say it again whether you want to hear it or not. If he is running somewhere further west that puts you right in his path." He paused then said it in a rush as though that would make hearing it more palatable, "I want to put you, Ms. Stillwell, and her father under FBI protection. We've found connections to two more suspicious deaths while investigating this case. We can't be sure if Walcott is behind them both but can't take any chances with him, he's already proven himself absolutely ruthless. You may think he's just an asshole Jane, but he is still a very dangerous asshole."

"Alright Keith you win," I shocked him into silence with those four words. "Have your people meet us at Ms. Stillwell's condo tomorrow morning. You have the address. I'll let her know what's going on. You'll have to track down Bart Stillwell yourself, try his cell. He's been kind of busy making wedding plans today and hasn't been in to the office yet."

"Will do thanks," just before the line went silent he told me, "Hey Jane, please do be careful we both know what this man is capable of."

I dumped the phone into the cradle and got up to go see Claire muttering angry curses about how that pig was still messing up all our lives. I grumbled all the way to her office but as soon as I stepped through her door, I almost forgot why I was so pissed off. Sitting in one of the chairs facing Claire's desk and smiling at me (and looking fabulous I might add,) was Sue. She looked adorable without all of the piercings and wearing a snug cream-colored skirt with sexy open toed pumps with a burgundy cotton blouse that had cute little pockets and epaulets on the shoulders. As I neared the desk, I grinned wondering if she had abandoned her no underwear rule too since she'd gone "all girly" on us

Claire grinned up at me and said, "Hey babe guess who's coming to dinner," then nodded toward Sue.

I flashed her a quick smile but when I turned back to face Claire my smile disappeared, "And You'll never guess who'll be joining us for breakfast."

Her eyebrow shot up and grin widened while she purred looking back over at Sue, "Mmmm... there's a nice thought."

Sue and I were both chuckling when I told her, "Sorry to rain on your parade my love, but I got "a good news, bad news" call from Agent Gibbons a few minutes ago."

I flopped into the chair next to Sue and spilled my load of unhappy beans.

"Walcott is still on the loose and might be headed this way. Gibbons is putting your Dad and us under FBI protection first thing in the morning."

Claire shrugged and asked smiling across the desk at me, "So what's the bad news?"

I chuckled admiring her pluck and answered, "That's it you goof, and the good news is we might get access to the money we stole back from him next week. You might wanna have legal contact that prosecutor to make sure he doesn't find some way to screw it up."

Without hesitation, she snatched up her telephone and placed the call while Sue and I chatted quietly.

"You look fantastic," I told her.

"Thanks," she said crossing her legs and leaning toward me, "I'm just trying to emulate my mentor."

I looked down scanning my attire. Grey slacks, matching jacket, plain off-white blouse, and uninspiring but very functional leather flats. It didn't take more than a second to determine that there must be a new sheriff in Sue-town and she certainly wasn't me.

I looked back up into her eyes and she told me grinning, "She told me that wearing short skirts with a pretty blouse was the only way to get your attention sometimes."

My eyes flicked upward to see that Claire had already put down the phone and was grinning mischievously as she listened in on us. 

I shook my head in resignation feeling a bit the victim of a budding conspiracy and told Sue, "Well my dear, one thing I've learned from "your mentor" is never to argue with her, especially when she's right."

They both laughed at me but it was such a warm comfortable sound, I couldn't even make myself pretend to be upset with them. 

Having as much as I was going to sit still for I asked them abruptly, "Alright you two, what's for dinner?"

Claire answered saying, "We were discussing that when you came in. I'm about done for the day and was thinking about heading for the market now. Are you going to be much longer?"

"Yeah, shit at least another hour probably more, I have to finish with the cash reserve analysis before I can leave. I have to present my projections at the executive committee meeting tomorrow morning," I told her feeling terribly put upon and letting it seep into my tone.

"That's alright baby do what you have too." Claire glanced over at Sue and asked, "how about you?" 

"I can be outta here in the next half hour, do ya need any help?" she asked politely.

Claire beamed and said, "That'll be great, meet me back at my place that should give us plenty of time to get everything ready for when my hard working honey finally gets home."

Claire leaned across the desk with her lips pursed expecting a goodbye kiss from me but at the last second I faked her out. I slid to the side to nibble at her neck while coping a quick feel of one her wonderfully plump boobs. I thought I'd been pretty slick about it but I heard Sue snicker behind me and say, "I saw that!" Claire and I both burst into guilty giggles while she shook an accusing finger at me. 

Two and a half hours later as my key turned in the deadbolt of the condo door I felt like it had been ages since I'd last seen or touched Claire. I rushed inside with building excitement, but before I could even dump my purse and keys my expectations were dashed in bitter disappointment. My anticipation for a quiet evening alone and maybe some pleasant lovemaking evaporated when the sound of two voices along with the pleasant aroma filling the room reached me. I realized that I had forgotten that she invited a guest for dinner. Crestfallen but trying to conceal it I marched into the kitchen and was a bit stunned by how I found the two of them. They were both smiling at me wearing white frilly aprons and sipping on tall glasses of wine. 

Sue pranced cutely toward me holding out another glass and announced, "The aprons where my idea, the wine was hers. I wanted champagne but I was overruled."

I laughed circling both of them in my arms and told Sue, "She is the boss after all. I've learned the hard way not to mess with her once she's made up her mind."

I gave each of them a quick kiss before taking a sip of the rich buttery chardonnay and asked, "Is it soup yet? I'm starved." 

Dinner was fantastic and I told them honestly that they could make dinner for me anytime. 

I'd just started to clear away my dishes when Sue jumped up and said, "I'll get those boss, I mean it's only fair after the last time I messed up this kitchen, and kinda left you to clean it up by yourself." 

Claire stood grinning at me and told her that she would help with the dishes. I got the impression from her smile that she already knew every detail of the mess Sue was referring to. While they started on the dishes, Claire suggested that I had time for a shower and chased me out of the room. I did feel a somewhat grubby and probably smelled a little gamey after a dozen plus hours at the office, so she only had to pinch my ass a few times to get me moving.

 Chapter 24

(R&R) 

 Part 1

 (Restraint) 

I had only just shut off the spray when I heard the echo of heels clicking on the tile inside the room. An indistinct shape moved past the shower just outside the fogged glass. I stood inside watching a little unsure what to make of it when the shower door swung open. 

Claire peaked inside handing me a dry towel and telling me, "C'mon hustle up we're just about ready for dessert," and closed the door again.

I dried off watching the dark silhouette through the glass standing near the door when it suddenly became two shapes one dark one considerably lighter. Confused I quickly wrapped the towel around my body and stepped out through the door. When I saw how Claire was dressed, my mind went completely blank while I tried to make sense of her outfit. While I was showering, she had donned a stunning white leather corset with matching leather leggings and spike heals tall enough to have her towering over me. 

"Claire what the..." was all I managed to say as she pulled me by the arm toward her and away from the door. Sue slipped up from behind me dressed much the same as Claire only in stark glossy black. Each of them started pulling my arms away from my body and buckling padded leather cuffs around my wrists. I was getting a little freaked because neither had said a word. They dragged me out of the room by the wrists. Stunned by their behavior I didn't resist quickly enough and they had me all the way to the bathroom door before I started putting up much of a struggle. 

"Hey you two, what the hell do you think you're doing, god damn it," I yelled while they hauled me roughly down the hallway toward the bedroom. 

Neither of them bothered answering me while they led me inside and stopped by the foot of the bed. As Claire pulled my arm upward, I tried to pull away but was too late. She was too quick hooking the ring on the heavy cuff over the stout finial on the top of the nearly seven-foot tall bedpost. When Sue tried to follow suit I was starting to get pissed and put up a more determined struggle. She ended up needed Claire's help and strength to get it done. Finally, they managed to hook the second ring over the bedpost leaving me standing with my arms suspended over six feet apart and seven high and my toes barely touching the floor. 

I glared at them both when they stood in front of me grinning at my predicament. "Un-do me god damn it Claire, I'm in no the mood for this shit," I demanded.

She stepped close to me chuckling, the glossy leather encasing her body creaking slightly as she moved, she leaned forward to whisper in my ear, "You may not be yet...baby."

She kissed my ear softly and stepped back jerking the towel off my body leaving me stark naked and completely helpless. Sue gave a naughty bark of laughter and stepped closer running her hands over my naked skin as I thrashed and swore loudly at both of them. When she stepped back I saw that her outfit was more of a cat suit that fit her smaller form like a second skin. It left certain select portions of her body on full display. They stood smiling at me a few feet away looking unduly proud of themselves. If I wasn't so pissed, I might have enjoyed how devastating they looked together. I knew Claire would never really hurt me, as for Sue, I wasn't quite so sure. This wasn't at all the kind of evening I was looking forward to when I stepped through the door a few short hours ago.




Warming the IcePrincess Pt. 05



"Very fucking funny you two," I spat, "Now let me down from these fucking things right this God damn minute."

Sue looked over at Claire and said, "She's getting awfully loud you know, might keep the neighbors up."  

Claire sighed and stepped around me out of sight but answered her, "Yeah, swears a lot too. You may be right Sue, besides I'm starting to get a little tired of the filthy mouth." 

She tossed something to Sue that I saw as a red and black blur. When she advanced on me holding up a ball gag I fought like a wild woman to keep her from stuffing it into my mouth. Thwack! My thigh sizzled with the familiar burn of an expertly delivered stroke from Claire's cane. I gasped from the sting of the wicked blow and that was all Sue needed. My mouth was quickly filled by a hard rubber ball while the harness was efficiently buckled behind it my head. I suspected this wasn't Sue's first time handling one of these devices, or less than cooperative partner. Claire set the cane down on her dressing table much to my relief, but picked up something else that she kept hidden behind her back. I pleaded with my eyes but she only smiled back at me looking up and down my helpless body. Sue however, had already moved in for a much closer examination.

She had one of my nipples between her soft lips and battered the tip with her incredibly nimble tongue. I could feel it growing quickly even before she sucked it inside her warm wet mouth and then blew softly across it. When she moved to the other one, I lowered my head to watch her lips working their magic. It felt so fucking good I made the mistake of moaning and she stopped immediately. 

Sue looked over her shoulder to Claire and announced, "Oh... I think she may be ready now."

Claire stepped forward handing something over to Sue still careful to keep it hidden from view. She stood in front of me holding her hand up where I could see it as she slowly unfurled her fingers. It was a polished metal clip with a short chain attached to an enormous lead ball. My eyes flew open at the sight of it. Claire responded with a mischievous laugh at my reaction. While she distracted me, Sue had moved with practiced ease and before I realized what she was up to, I felt the clamp bite down on my right nipple. She tightened it making sure it would support the weight. While I watched, she let the heavy ball roll off her palm. The strain was incredible, I felt like it would pull my nipple right off ending the pain but it swung securely from the clamp. Each arc the plumb sized weight traced through the air felt as though it was pulling my whole boob closer to my waist. I could only groan in agony waiting for the swinging to stop. 

I was so preoccupied with my agonized right nipple that I hardly noticed the clamp squeezing down on the left. Claire was looking directly into my eyes when she tested the clamps security and then lowered her hand letting the weight depending from my other nipple to hang free as well. 

She stepped close to me and said while giving me tender kisses, "Now don't thrash about honey, it'll only hurt more if you do." She kissed my lips around the gag and smoothed my hair but I could feel Sue messing with my feet. When the first cuff went on, I wasn't sure what to think. My tits were throbbing and Claire was still whispering to me about being her good girl and being tough for her when I felt pressure against my other ankle. I knew in a flash why Sue kept trying to force it out wider. I lifted my foot off the floor and pulled it up tight against my butt keeping her from attaching the other end of a spreader. She pulled on my leg but I wasn't giving in, and my one leg was proving far stronger than both of her arms were. If they wanted to turn me into their subbie plaything, I was determined to make them earn it. The struggle had the weights on my nipples wiping around and banging together with dull thuds but I held my ground. I looked across the room for Claire instead I caught a quick glimpse of myself in the full length mirror, and almost laughed despite the gag. I looked like some twisted version of the Karate kid's famous stork pose. Both hands in the air standing on one leg the other curled up tight, I couldn't manage a decent laugh with the gag forcing my mouth open I could only gurgle.

My moment of mirth didn't last long as a pair of nasty blows on my inner thigh folded the leg supporting all my weight. I was left hanging limply from my wrists while my leg throbbed from the blazing parallel stripes. It was all Sue needed. She pounced stuffing my left ankle into the cuff and the spreader was secured in a few seconds. I was totally fucked now and I knew it. The continued pull on my nipples after the jostling they had taken was excruciating but I forced myself to get my feet back underneath me to take some of the strain off my wrists and shoulders.

Turning away from me and panting from her exertions Sue asked, "Damn Claire, is she always this difficult to deal with? I don't know how you put up with her shit." 

Claire nonchalantly stepped alongside me and answered casually, "Well Sue we did surprise her after all, and maybe she just needs a little time to get used to the idea of being our little slave-slut."

While she was talking to Sue, she was staring right at me and was caressing my ass lazily. When the words "slave-slut" struck my ears, my pussy began tingling.

"Here maybe this will help settle her attitude," Sue stepped forward holding out a black blindfold.

Claire answered her happily, "What a wonderful idea Sue, I knew it was gonna be so much fun having you over this evening." 

She pulled it down over my eyes cutting off my vision while Sue playfully batted at the weights on my aching nipples swinging them back and forth. 

I felt a finger tickle my pussy lips briefly then heard Sue's disappointed voice, "she's hardly wet at all."

"Give her a little time," Claire answered her unconcerned.

"Speaking of time Sue, how long before that pie is supposed to come out of the oven?" 

I heard a gasp and then Sue answered, "Shit I forgot to put it in, I don't even think I remembered to preheat the oven. Oops... sorry."

"Well come on then," Claire told her, "I'll give you a hand."

Their hands abruptly left my body and I heard them start to leave the room. That wasn't all bad at least Sue wasn't fucking with those god damn weights anymore. I tried to listen to what they said, as they got further down the hall.

I could hear Claire's warm slightly husky voice asking, "How long does it need to bake?"

Then Sue's lighter soprano answer, "Oh it's still frozen so I think it at least an hour I'll have to check the package. Then of course...has to cool ... before ...can eat...any..."

Their words rapidly became too distant to make out but could still hear them conversing and moving around in the kitchen. I assumed they would return once the fucking pie was in the oven. I really didn't want to be left hanging like this for too long. I was still totally pissed off, but the dull ache of my nipples and the welts across my thighs gave me something else to fixate on until they returned. I stood as still as possible because even the slightest of movements started those goddamn weights swaying again. My poor nipples had gone beyond throbbing and were rapidly approaching total numbness, until I moved of course. I could feel the muscles in my arms and legs straining due to my awkward stance and the height of the posts. I decided I could make it until they came back if they didn't fuck around with that dumb ass pie for too long.

The longer I stood in the silence of the bedroom the more acute my hearing became. I could hear the sounds of movement through the walls and floors of adjacent units above and alongside of Claire's that I'd never noticed before. If I concentrated, I soon discovered that I could hear every movement made inside the kitchen clearly too. There was the distinct rise and fall of their voices though much too faint to make out the words but their laughter was unmistakable. I heard the beeps the timer made as someone set it, a chair sliding on the floor when it was pulled out to sit in, and the oven door open and finally closing again. Good, I thought a bit relieved they'd be coming back here while the pie bakes. I strained listening for their footfalls to begin approaching but instead I heard glasses being filled. A moment or so afterward much to my horror, I heard the door for the balcony sliding open. The sounds of their voices fell away but I could hear the birds outside in the woods and the rustle of the wind thought the treetops faintly in the background. 

Now I was furious and frantic but couldn't do a damn thing about it. I tried standing on my tiptoes and unhooking one of the rings but the bar holding my legs apart wouldn't let me get high enough. I was completely screwed. I had never been so helpless before but on strange level, it was kinda cool. It's as if my senses had been awakened, I never noticed them so acute before. I could feel each of my heartbeats distinctly. I could tell which muscles would tire first in both my arms and legs and how to adjust my position slightly to relieve them. I could pinpoint those spots where the padding inside the cuffs was getting thin. Even though I tried to swallow it back, I felt the saliva that was slipping between the ball gag and my lips and gaining weight before gravity stretched it too far and fell to land on my belly. It slowly traversed my skin forging an indistinct path through my pubic hair, and then followed the crease alongside my labia torturing those sensitive nerves with its slowness. When at last it did drip to the rug below me, the relief that swelled through me was profound. 

Standing as I was forced to it happened repeatedly. Before long, it was too many times to count. It was both maddening and exciting in an strange way. I tried shaking them off before they could land on my skin but that only served to remind me that my nipples were in no condition for such direct action. I thought perhaps I could force my tongue beneath the ball and swipe my lips dry, but that only dislodged them to fall in a group. One of those raced over the swell of my mound and found its way through the tangled hairs straight to my clit, where it took up residence. It hung from the tip forever its coolness on my warm skin had an electric feel. It had become the focal point of my existence. Somehow, I had to make it fall off. My clit was starting to tingle beneath its barely perceptible weight. I even tried a couple of Kegel clenches to help it along but instead of falling, it bridged the distance to cling onto one of my lips before following its inward curve. The nerve endings throughout the area reacted to the sensation sending a quickening pulse to my clit. Suddenly I wanted more drops to follow that last one. I pressed my tongue beneath the ball again and two more drops fell neither of them reproducing the desired effect. Before long, I was arching my hips upward trying to improve my chances of directing the drips to where I wanted them most. It didn't seem to matter though I could feel my desire building despite my poor aim. I could feel my pussy lips starting to swell and even my nipples were beginning to feel different. I desperately wanted to rub my thighs together but the fucking spreader wouldn't allow it.

I was so focused on my self-induced version of water torture I didn't notice the subtle changes in the environment around me. At first, I had to calm my breathing and concentrate to notice what was different. There was an aroma now that I hadn't noticed before, it had a sweet and savory smell, but that wasn't what had broken through. There was a noise distant, high pitched, and frantic sounding. It was the oven timer! I would have leapt for joy if I hadn't been trussed up like some disobedient galley slave. I listened for them to coming inside and taking the pie out of the oven, wondering what the hell they'd been doing out there for the past hour. Finally, the timer went silent and I heard the metal rack grating against the insides of the oven then the oven door was closed with a bang. I couldn't wait for them to get down here but I knew trying to call to them through the gag would only add to my humiliation, so I listened in silence. I heard liquid being poured into glasses again and tried to remember if they'd closed the patio door. When I didn't hear them coming any closer I wanted to cry. I didn't know how long they were going to leave me this way and if they waited until the pie had cooled, enough to eat it could be another hour or more. 

I was getting so horny now that little else mattered to me. As soon as I decided they weren't coming back to the bedroom I went back to utilizing the only source of stimulation I had any control over, drool. My first attempt was a waste I was simply too eager to focus. On the second, I nailed it. Landing an inch below my navel it ran straight and true down my belly and over my mound until it enveloped my clit in soothing moisture. It was cool and sent a thrill trough my entire body. I sighed when it trickled along my lips to join another growing pool of moisture over which I had absolutely no control. When I tried to copy my last success, I heard a sound, or at least thought I did. It might have been a soft rustle near the floor and I froze, listening. There was something different in the room, at first it was nearly impossible to define but I did feel something. Vibrations perhaps or a change in the air currents I wasn't sure. After a few seconds, I turned my head toward the door and sniffed detecting both the fruity bouquet of wine and unmistakable fragrance of Claire's favorite perfume. Oh my god, they were here watching from the doorway. I was so thoroughly embarrassed in that instant I wanted nothing more than to crawl under the bed and hide. Since I couldn't do that, I made a desperate plea for freedom wailing and gesticulating wildly in the direction of the door.

I heard someone start laughing softly into a glass then Claire said clearly, "Oops, we're busted Sue."

 Chapter 25

(R&R) 

 Part 2

 (Recompense) 

Sue's laugh echoed loudly inside the room and she nearly choked on the sip of wine she had taken.

"Christ look at her, she's so pathetic hanging there," She barked while trying to bring her coughing under control.

Claire answered in a more understanding tone, "I have to give her high marks for creativity though. Would you ever have thought to tickle your clit that way?"

"No, I certainly would not," Sue answered her still amused, "I suppose that is one way to get your pussy wet though."

"Well still Sue I think she's earned a small reward don't you?" Claire asked and I heard her entering and then setting her wineglass down.

"Very small," she agreed laconically.

I felt her fingers manipulating the clamp on my left nipple loosening it but only slightly. They repeated the action moving over to the right side. Reward my ass! Loosening the clips only allowed enough blood flow to start circulating back into them to restart their painful throbbing. I couldn't help the whimper that erupted from deep in my guts.

Claire caressed my face and purred, "Poor baby," while the fingers of her other hand closed on my clit giving it a firm squeeze that made my legs go weak.

When she let go to step away I tried following her hand by tilting my pelvis until I lost my balance and crashed backward against the footboard of the huge bed swinging from my arms. 

Sue chuckled at my desperation and commented, "Oh yeah, she's ready now. I think she'll do anything we want, just look at her."

Claire answered her in a tone that might have contained a hint of regret, "It certainly looks that way doesn't it." 

"Yup," Sue responded then added, "But before we get to her I think its time to settle up on our little bet."

"Oh all right," Claire said and asked her, "Right here on the floor or should I go get a chair?" 

"A chair would be so much nicer don't you think?" she said. 

I could hear from her voice that Sue was really enjoying herself, the little shit.

"Fine," Claire answered and I heard her footsteps leaving the room.

I could feel Sue moving around me after I got my legs underneath me again. When she was close, I felt her fiddling with the clamps twisting them absently back and forth while she whispered in my ear.

"You might not remember our little bet Jane, it was when she was still in China, and I was here with you. We bet our paychecks that you'd let me finger your pussy if I gave you a full body massage. She thought you would, and I said no way."

Giving my ear a little peck she said, "By the way thanks boss."

I could hear fabric rustling and then she said, "Here let's make you a little more comfortable shall we?"

She wiped my lips and belly dry, careful not to get too close to my very eager pussy. The towel fell to the floor and I felt her slipping between the bed and me. She played with my ass squeezing and releasing my tight buns then running her ands up my sides. My god it felt so good to have someone touch me I trembled in her hands as she spoke but didn't really listen to what she was saying until it was too late.

"Oh here let's just take these off, they must smart something fierce," her hands abruptly closed on the nipple clamps and pulled them off together letting them fall to the floor in twin dull thuds.

When I realized what she was doing, I squealed and tried to twist myself out her grip but she was too quick and then I was squealing from the fire roaring through both of my tits. My whole body curled in on itself and my feet came off the floor as I hung there whimpering. I couldn't tell which was worse the sharp pull from her ripping the clamps off or the blood rushing back into my nipples forced by the frantic beating of my heart. I could feel her moving around me but I didn't care I just hung by my arms trying to recover my senses. 

When I finally straightened again her breath was still by my ear and I felt a finger touching my clit and she said, "I just love how it sticks out so long and stiff." She flicked it hard a couple of times with her fingers and giggled. I struggled to widen my feet hoping for more but Sue only seemed interested in tormenting me. She commented softly how wonderful I looked as a slave waiting for her mistress to decide what sort of punishment I deserved. Her hands were again roaming over my body but I think the words she was saying were having a greater effect on me, and I tried to press myself back against her. Suddenly I felt a hand clamp roughly over my mound while fingers pulled hard on one of my already abused nipples.

As she twisted the burning knob she told me, "Just to be clear boss, tonight will not be about your pain," she laughed while wrenching on my tortured nipple and groping my pussy savagely. "It is only about what turns me on, and trust me when I tell you this boss, you do." I felt something warm and wet brush against my ass cheek and realized it was her pussy rubbing up and down on my skin.

She suddenly shoved me away laughing and stepped out from between the bed and my body. I could hear her taking a sip of wine and then she commanded, "Listen up now Jane, we're back to our bet now. I told Claire she could keep her paycheck if she wanted to, she just had to pay me back in some other way."

Sue paused letting me chew on that for a few seconds and then continued, "We discussed it outside and came up with a compromise, to which she agreed."

I heard another of her mirthless chuckles echo inside the wineglass as she took another sip. Her breath returned to my ear again as she whispered, "I told her we could call it even if she would be willing to eat my cunt."




Warming the IcePrincess Pt. 05



I must have stiffened slightly at what she said because her laugh was even louder when she saw my reaction. Oh, but she wasn't finished yet.

"I also told her I wanted you to be there while she did it," just the sound of her laughter was making me furious.

"So boss I'll let you decide. Would you rather watch or just listen?" 

I mumbled a couple of choice expletives at her, which were I'm sure completely unintelligible.

I felt her fingers working under the edge of the blindfold while she said, "OK watch it is then."

She tore off the blindfold still chuckling but it wasn't at all happy sound. My eyes took a second to adjust to the light but when I saw Sue's face for the first time in hours, her smile radiated pure malice. There was a clunking in the hall and I snapped my head around to watch Claire trying to drag one of her upholstered French wingback chairs through the doorway. Sue pointed out where and how she wanted the chair positioned and when she was satisfied she sat with her legs spread staring wickedly up at me. She traced a finger along her split testing its readiness and then held her hand up ordering Claire to clean it. She took hold of Sue's wrist and wrapped her lips around the moistened finger as though if she were enjoying the sweetest dime store candy stick. 

Sue motioned toward the floor in front of her and ordered, "Now get on your knees Miss Ice Princess."

If the eyes truly are windows to the soul, then at this moment Sue's soul must have been as black as midnight in a very deep coal mine. Her stare never left my eyes as she waited for Claire to "assume the position." Once she was situated, Sue's grin widened as did her spread legs.

She motioned toward me with a nod and told Claire, "Jane said she wanted to watch our little show, I hope you don't mind."

Claire glanced over her shoulder at me and I could tell from the twinkle in her eye that she was enjoying herself as much as Sue was.

"Now get busy with that tongue...you whore," Sue commanded.

Claire gave me a quick wink and turned to face Sue's perfectly smooth pink pussy. She bent forward licking upward along the lips on each side and then blew softly across them. Sue purred her appreciation staring directly at me. Sue's eyes snapped shut briefly when Claire flicked her skilled tongue across the swollen clit. Her hips surged upward and her hand shot out grabbing a handful of Claire's hair pulling her face hard against Sue's pussy. Sue must have been a little too excited to draw this out longer because she was quickly writhing in the chair as Claire serviced her pussy. Her mouth was in constant motion shouting the most degrading of encouragements. 

"Oh yeah, that's the stuff whore!" she wailed. "Yeah dig that Ice princess tongue in there like a good slut."

The whole time she was staring up at me and using Claire's hair as a handle to direct where she wanted her tongue. 

"Now get your nasty tongue in there deeper where I can feel it! Oh, god it feels so good to have your mouth working my juicy cunt. Don't you worry there's plenty of cream in there for a greedy little slut like you I won't run out!"

Sue pulled her leg up and back to give me a better view of Claire's face pressed against her glistening mound. While she tongued Sue's pussy with great enthusiasm Claire began moaning softly. 

Suddenly Sue reefed her head back away from her skin and roared, "Look over there at your lover whore!"

Sue gave her hair a vicious jerk when Claire was a little slow to comply.

"She wants to see what your mouth has been doing, now show her," she ordered.

Claire turned her face to me and smiled. Her skin was soaked and shiny with Sue's juices from her nose to her neck. Sue barked, "Now show her your tongue slut!"

Claire did as instructed and I could tell from her expression she was getting really turned on by all of this. I had to admit that was starting to get to me too. It was like watching the most awesome porn flick ever where you knew everyone involved. Unfortunately, for me I had to watch it from the most uncomfortable seat in the house. It was kinda hot to watch Sue order Claire around and force her to go down on her hairless pussy. I'd have to worry about scratching Sue's eyes out later. Right now, I was getting way too turned on watching her be a complete dominating bitch.

"You see that pretty tongue Boss? Yeah? Well that tongue is going to fuck my asshole right now." Viciously jerking on the fistful of Claire's hair, she pulled her head around to start grinding her ass against Claire's face. Sue arched her back tilting her hips upward giving Claire full access while she rubbed her own clit in furious little circles.

Sue was quickly bucking against Claire's face and shouting encouragement, "Oh yeah bitch dig your hot tongue in there, spread those cheeks and fuck my ass good whore." 

I could tell Sue's excitement was building when her eyes got all glassy as she pinched her own nipples really hard. She threw her head back moaning her fingers thrashing her clit while Claire's face was buried in her ass. 

She grabbed at Claire's hair again roughly dragging her face upward and demanded, "Now don't you forget to keep my clit happy slut." She mewled when Claire dove into her pussy again. "A whore with such a talented mouth like hers should be able to keep all of me happy don't you think boss."

I mumbled and nodded wishing Claire's mouth was working on my pussy instead. It had to be as wet as my drool covered chin but I was powerless to do a damn thing about any of it. I panted just watching the spectacle they were providing. My nipples had finally stopped throbbing but still felt swollen and hot.

Sue squealed suddenly and began a running commentary, "Oh yeah finger my ass whore...Oh yeah...God damn...that's it bite my clit bitch...Oh yeah...I'm gonna cum all over your slutty face bitch...Yeah...that's right tongue it faster you cunt!"

I watched Claire's fingers working her ass over but good and her mouth was a blur all over Sue's slick pussy. Sue was humping her face so hard using Claire's hair as a handle I was a little afraid she might accidentally tear some of it out in her excitement. 

Her back arched high and she howled, "Ughhh...ughhh...that's it...Lick up all that cum bitch...ughhh...oh yeah, oh yeah..." 

Sue slumped into the chair but continued exhorting Claire to clean her up while she twitched and trembled every time Claire's mouth touched something sensitive. I watched her sprawled in the chair panting heavily while Claire tended to her nether regions. It took her some time to regain her composure. When she did, I had no doubt looking into her dark flashing eyes that the wild side of Susan McKenzie was still in the room with both of us. She eyed me from the chair as though she was trying to decide what she wanted to do with me next. A chill raced up my spine as her eyes devoured my body. She shoved Claire's head aside and stood in one fluid motion. Sue stepped over her kneeling body and came over to stand directly in front of me.

"Now what to do with my other slut," Sue said looking up and down my body.

When she said it, an electric thrill fired all through every inch of my body. At this point if she had asked, I would have happily chewed up and swallowed her wine glass just to get her to touch my pussy. She started suggesting ideas to me and I whimpered and nodded at each one of them.

"Hmmm...maybe we should start with a nice flogging to get you warmed up," She said thoughtfully as she stepped closer to me careful not to touch any of my very excited body.

"You did respond earlier to the cane," she stared right into my eyes then added, "and your girlfriend here does show signs of talent with the instrument."

She reached up grabbing a fistful of my hair pulling my head around before holding it still to whisper in my ear. "No," she paused, "That I think maybe we'll save for later."

She lightly fingered one of my aching nipples stretching it out and said, "As much as I'd like to see rings through these long pretty nipples...and it is rather tempting, piercing is best left to a professional."

I moaned at the thought of it, wondering how painful that would be when out of nowhere Sue's open hand gave me some real pain to classify.

Smack! My cheek burned from her palm. Smack! She landed another blow on the same spot as surprised tears filled my eyes. Smack! She'd moved over to the other cheek commenting how nicely my skin colored from the stinging blows. As quickly as it began, she stopped stepping back from me and slowly examined my body from head to toe. The intensity of her gaze was unsettling and the anticipation was driving me nuts. I was panting through the gag I could feel my sensitized nipples pulsing with every word she said. My pussy was so soaked now I felt the juices starting to trickle down my inner thigh. A spark of mischief flashed through her eyes as she stared at me and I knew Sue had made up her mind.

"You, tongue-slut," she snapped her fingers at Claire, "Get back there and warm up her asshole for me."

Claire slowly sidled around Sue to get between me and the bed until Sue offered her some harsh inspiration.

"Hurry up or we'll be starting with a good flogging for you...cunt."

Claire bumped between the bed and me but still had to push my lower body outward in order to make room for herself. Her soft hands quickly gripped my ass spreading the cheeks apart so she could nuzzle her face between them. When her tongue danced across the tightly clenched ring, my eyes closed immediately in response to the only tender sensation I had felt in hours. She wiggled the tip around moistening the area before pressing past the restrictive entrance and began probing more insistently. I moaned pressing back against her loving the feel of her fingers cradling my ass while she tongued me toward a nearly instantaneous orgasm. Sue sensing that I was cumming tried to ward it off with brutally sharp slaps across my face and both tits. Her efforts only intensified my excitement, pushing me over the brink as though I'd stepped off a cliff in the dark. I was much too far-gone before her first blow landed and came squirting all over the hand she'd lowered abruptly to give my clit and swollen pussy lips their share of abuse. When my eyes opened, she was staring at me with fury radiating from her every fiber. I had to fight back an urge to giggle while I gasped around the gag. I was in a bad position to be antagonizing her further and didn't want to add any fuel to the fire I saw burning in her eyes.  "You nasty whore! Look what you've done!" She held out the hand I'd drenched with my cum turning it to show me the mess I had made. The shimmering liquid was running down her wrist and broke into separate trickles rolling down her forearm. Her eyes left mine as she examined the lustrous coating and she grinned slowly curling her fingers into a tight ball. 

"Yes," she said more to herself than anyone else. "I think it's time you learned what happens to little cunts that don't wait for permission to cum." 

She shook her glistening fist at me once more and then knelt at my feet laughing wickedly. Her hands started handling my pussy roughly tugging on the lips, pinching my clit and spreading my juices around. Without any warning fingers pushed into me deep, by the feel I had to guess at least three of them. They twisted and turned harshly stretching the tender tissues to form around them. Sue began short rapid thrusts into me. Her hand held stiffly as it pumped into my pussy. Her severe handling was occupying so much of my attention I nearly forgot Claire was still there behind me. She was applying herself diligently to the task Sue had given her. The contrast in sensations between her soft warm tongue laving my asshole and Sue's blade-like hand forcing itself into my pussy was almost too much for my brain to process. I knew whimpering was a mistake but couldn't help myself, it just slipped out. I really wished Sue would just leave me in peace to enjoy Claire's gentler attentions but the instant she heard me she reached up grabbing my nipple and pulling on it so hard tears flooded from the corners of my eyes. She barked a warning telling to "shut my face," if knew what was good for me. 

Soon her knuckles were pressing relentlessly into me forcing their way under the bow of my pelvic bone. It hurt but I bit down on the rubber gag trying desperately to remain silent. When her knuckles and thumb cleared the constraint of the rigid arch, my whole body sagged with relief. Her fingertips brushed so deeply inside me I was certain she had her whole arm stuffed inside me. Feeling her fingers slowly curl into a solid ball was almost a relief as I panted looking down at her. She glanced up at me briefly before rocking it slowly inside me stretching the tissues to accommodate the mass.

Her eyes sparkled when she next looked up at me, and said, "Now this is more like it." The smile on her face was amazing it was so radiant, filled with wonder, and bore an almost child like expression of innocent discovery. Gone for that moment was the heartless dominatrix that had been tormenting me for the past few hours. She looked directly into my eyes still smiling and ordered me to try clenching my pussy on her fist.

"Come on now you can do better than that boss," she goaded, "I want to feel it gripping my fist you horny slut."

I clenched as hard as I could and a grin lit up Sue's face. Unfortunately, it also caused me to tighten my sphincter and Claire let out a quick squeal of surprise as her tongue was unexpectedly trapped inside of me.

"Oh shut up back there," Sue barked before reaching her free hand between my legs and grabbing at Claire. Her yelp told me that Sue had gotten a hold of something but I could only guess what it might have been. 

With a gentleness that took me completely by surprise, Sue began her pumping her fist in and out in slow short thrusts. Her hand filled me to the hilt but once it had cleared my internal restrictions wasn't totally uncomfortable any more. It wasn't long before a warm glow spread through my body as my pussy enveloped her pistoning fist. I tried tilting my hips to let Sue know I was ready for more but she kept up the same maddeningly slow deliberate pace. She seemed oblivious to me as her eyes remained fixed on my stretched lips as her wrist disappeared between them. I closed my eyes and let my head hang unable to gain her attention. A few moments ago, the slightest sound from me would have provoked a spate of vindictive rage now I seemed utterly helpless to elicit any reaction at all from her. The change in her demeanor was jarring but trussed up like she had me I was only along for whatever ride she was willing to give me.

When Claire resumed her task out of sight behind me her lips and tongue returning to my sensitive ass sent sparks shooting through my body. Sue began stroking in and out and lightly pinching my clit. Her fist maintained a very slow steady motion inside my quivering pussy and each thrust produced a deep groan from behind the gag. My legs were rapidly losing strength as the sexual stimulation rushing toward my brain was beginning to overwhelm my nervous system. Ordinary muscular control became impossible and my legs shook spastically before my knees buckled and my body sagged hanging only from my arms. Sue chuckled when it happened and commented to Claire imitating the child-like response for a very old TV commercial, "Hey Mikey, I think she likes it!"

"Like It hell," I thought to myself I fucking loved it! I could feel the first pulses of my climax twitch through the walls of my pussy and wanted to warn her. The gag however prevented me from making any sense but Sue must have understood my mumbling.

"Yes you can cum whenever you're ready boss," She said looking up at me grinning. Adding a few seconds later, she chuckled, "But I think you're ready right now."

Her fist suddenly started pounding in and out of me like a jackhammer run amok. Her assault on my clit became so intense that I'm sure I didn't last but a half second longer before it all became too much. My pussy throbbed against the tight ball of her fist buried deep inside me, cum squirted all over Sue's arm as it pulsed out of my body with incredible force. Thank goodness, the gag was still in my mouth or my screams would have been heard from Milwaukee to St. Louis. Still dangling by my arms, I felt Sue remove her hand from me after the steady pulsing of my orgasm finally died away. Claire slipped from behind me to join Sue where she stood. I thought I heard wet slurping sounds to my front but raising my head would have taken more energy than I had left.

Sue confirmed what I heard by asking Claire, "Mmmm...it's really good you wanna taste?"

I could hear giggling and sucking noises but couldn't lift my head. Claire reached over tilting my chin up with a finger and said to Sue, "My god look at her, I think we might have killed her."

Sue ever the pragmatist grabbed one of my nipples pinching it hard, I moaned at the pain. She told Claire brightly, "Nope still alive, But how about we take her down though. She has been a pretty good slut and I'd hate to wear her out in just one night."

I watched impassively as they bent and unbuckled the spreader but even freed my legs didn't have the strength to hold my body upright. Claire took off one of the wrist cuffs and I had to cling to her while Sue unbuckled the other. Claire carried me to the bed laying me down gently and finally removing that fucking gag. She stayed bent over the bed smiling at me, smoothing the hair out of my face, and kissing me gently while I panted still trying to recover the ruins of my equilibrium. Sue had disappeared from view but I could still hear her moving about somewhere in the room.

Claire asked me softly, "You OK babe?"

"Yeah, tired but really good actually," I answered her wearily," What the hell was all this about babe?"

She laughed a little nervously before answering me, "Well I hope you don't mind, but I kinda promised Sue we'd help fulfill one of her wildest fantasies, and this was pretty much it." 

I was just about to tell her it was fine with me when Sue appeared behind her smiling and wearing an immense black strap-on dildo. She stepped up close to Claire slapping her ass a couple of times with the huge rubber cock to get her attention and said, "Not quite Lady, I still have one naughty whore I haven't settled with yet."

My eyes widened when I saw the size of her strap-on and the thick harness she needed to support it. I couldn't help the mischievous grin that parted my lips, I was pretty sure Claire wasn't fully aware of what she was in for yet... Sue started rubbing the huge dildo up and down Claire's upturned pussy and ass as she leaned over me on the bed. Once it was slick with her juices, Sue wasted little time pushing it into her. I watched intently as Claire's features registered her progress until Sue's hips were sealed tight against her ass.

"Hard or easy, it's your choice slut." Sue asked from behind her once she had the beefy tool fully inserted.

Claire simply smiled and grunted, "Yessss."

Needing no further prompting Sue started fucking her with abandon. She held her by the hips and slapped the rubber cock into her with long powerful strokes. I watched Claire's face closely as it responded to the stimulation that Sue was only too happy to provide. I lay my head down observing the way her body was jolted each time Sue's hips slammed the fat rubber cock home. Her ass rippled from the impacts and her beautiful heavy tits were mashed into the satin sheets in the same jarring rhythm. It wasn't long before I decided I didn't want to play the part of passive observer any more. I pulled Claire's mouth down on mine and let my tongue explore her soft warm mouth. All too soon, she was gasping so hard it made kissing uncomfortable so I just licked and sucked on her lips teasing her. I slipped an arm along the bed under her body reaching down to find her clit while Sue pounded into her. She sucked in a huge breath the instant my fingers found her swollen button. I winked at Sue who watched what I was up to and nodded that she welcomed my contribution. After a few minutes of her hard pounding strokes and my massaging of Claire's exposed nubbin, Sue decided to kick things up another notch. 




Warming the IcePrincess Pt. 05



Sliding her hand slowly up the curve of Claire's back it finally disappeared into the mass of her tangled locks, and Sue asked her, "You like my big cock sliding into your hot cunt don't you whore," she clearly never intended listening to the answer. Without warning, she wrenched Claire's head up off the bed by the hair until her back was arched so high that her tits swung free of the mattress. I slipped my head under her snaring one of those plump nipples with my lips and the other with my fingers. Almost immediately, she was squealing with delight as Sue and I violated her body from almost every direction.

"Yessss! Do me you fucking bitches, fuck me good!" she roared while the two of us did everything possible to comply with her very loud demand. 

Claire's head lolled around from Sue jerking on her hair as she slammed the dildo into her pussy. I fingered her clit fast and rough while nipping at one nipple and pinching the hell out of the other. She didn't last long under our full spectrum assault and erupted both physically and verbally a few seconds later.

"Yes...Yesss...Oh god damn...Oh fuck yes...Ahhhh...Yesss!!! Oh... FU...U...UCK...Yes!!!" 

My fingers rubbing on her pussy were flooded with slick warm cum as Sue slammed into her cunt a few last hard strokes. Claire went suddenly limp and fell across my body pinning me to the bed the instant Sue let go of her hair. I pried my arm out from beneath her and motioned for Sue to come closer. She stepped around Claire's immobile rump holding the dildo out as though she was going to offer it to me next but I was already more than a little tired of her shit. When she raised one knee to crawl up on the bed I reached out with my already lubricated fingers and stuffed two of them into her pussy just behind the dildo's base. She froze unable to raise her other leg off the floor as I pumped my fingers into her. 

Swinging my other arm around Claire's head and shoulders I reached up grabbing the ring through her nipple using it to bend her forward while told her, "It's time you got a little of what you've been dishing out all night you little bitch."

I pounded into her hard adding a third and forth finger in rapid succession. I dragged her upper body downward by the nipple until her mouth was within reach. I kissed her just as roughly and greedily as my fingers fucked into her hot tight little pussy and she could only moan in weak protest. Every so often with my fingers stuffed deep into her I managed to mash the heal of my hand against the base of the dildo driving it down on her hairless clit. Her hips would buck against the pressure and the fat wet dildo would flop impotently against my arm. If I owned another hand, I would have had it savaging her tight little asshole too. Making due with what I did have Sue was quickly gasping and trembling with my mouth attacking her silky throat and vulnerable neck. Her tits heaved as her excitement grew but the hard rings through her nipples made her whole body easier to manage. They kept her nipples marvelously erect between my fingertips they also provided me with useful handles when her back would arch trying to pull away from the profane attention I was giving body. With only one hand available, I was forced to alternate between them. Sue was left standing with only one foot on the floor to hold her upright. Her tenuous balance was working against her and keeping her that way was a challenge that I was enjoying tremendously. 

She tried to regain control of the situation several times but with careful management of those wonderful piercings and my hand buried deep in her pussy it was easy to keep her from getting away. The wet sound of my hand slapping against her mound filled the room between her gasps and grunts. I felt the weight holding me to the bed lighten and fingers brushed clumsily across my own. I continued pumping them into her and I realized that Claire must have been thinking along the same lines I was. I could feel her finger penetrate Sue's asshole and begin probing deeply into her. Sue's body trembled and shook as we teamed up on her. After only a few minutes of our fingers passing each other inside her most sensitive openings, She threw her head back howling, "Oh...Oh...Oh my fucking god!"

Her whole body stiffened then shuddered from the uncontrollable roiling spasms tearing through her being. The tremendous orgasm that thundered through her was visible but neither of us were interested in halting our debasing treatment of Sue's body. Still panting she backed away and pushed our hands away with rough finality. Seconds later she collapsed heavily to the bed laying across both of us. 

Claire peered over her heaving back asking me, "Feel better now?"

"Much," I told her with a sly smile, "Payback can be such a beautiful thing."

Sue who had been just lying across my chest gasping for air started laughing quietly and said in a quiet weary tone, "Aw fuck ya both."

Claire and I glanced at each other grinning and answered her in unison, "Too late!" 

We lay together in a tired heap laughing on the bed that always seemed so ridiculously empty and oversized to me, but now felt hopelessly crowded.

 Chapter 26

(Fury Unleashed) 

The three of us woke before the alarm and for some inexplicable reason we were all in wonderful spirits. Luxuriating together in shower with lots of sudsy hands for soaping, scrubbing, and maybe a little playful exploration began our morning routine on a very upbeat note. We followed that with an unhurried breakfast of fresh coffee and last nights unmolested pecan pie. At first it was a little unsettling having Sue still with us first thing in the morning but I decided it was something I could find myself getting used to. I did however leave her to clean up her scattered selection of bondage toys on her own. From the look of the bulging duffle she was stuffing them into, we had only just scratched the surface of its full potential last night. I had no idea if Claire had anything planned for this evening, but made myself a promise that if she was here tonight and anyone was trussed up between the bedposts again, it was gonna be Sue. We finished getting dressed and started horsing around with our hair and makeup when the phone rang in the other room. Claire rushed to answer it while Sue and I finished the game of slap and tickle we stared in the bedroom and while picking just the right shoes to match her outfit.

I heard her saying, "Tell them we'll be leaving the parking garage shortly they can follow along when we come around out front." She listened for a moment and glanced over at me quizzically when I stepped into the living room and said, "One second please Frank." She covered the mouthpiece and asked me, "The Merc?"

I shook my head negatively, telling her, "Nope, we'll be in the adorable Red Beemer," in an obstinate tone, and emphasized the last three words by swiveling my hips at her.

She grinned and spoke into the mouthpiece, "Frank, please let them know we'll be in a red BMW Z4 convertible thank you," and hung up.

"Who's Frank babe?" I asked her while stuffing my feet into the decidedly unsexy flats I'd chosen to wear into the office today. 

"Building security, haven't I introduced you to my buddy Frank yet? He's a real sweetheart you'll like him." I watched her fasten the slender ankle straps on her own gorgeous footwear and told me, "Frank says our escorts are downstairs waiting for us."

"Aw shit! I totally forgot about them," I grumbled feeling a dark shadow settle over my mood. "Damn I wish Gibbons would just catch that son of a bitch." 

She stepped forward giving my arm a gentle squeeze and then kissed me on the cheek before saying, "Calm down hon, they'll get him. It's only a matter of time now that you've put them on his scent."

I giggled as the image of dozens of FBI agents sniffing the ground and baying like a pack of hounds filled my cartoon bubble. 

Claire poked her head around the corner and hollered, "Hey Sue it's time to roll, are ya coming?"

She popped out of the bathroom in a rush answering, "Nope, just breathing a little harder," and joined us by the door.

We walked arm in arm to the elevator laughing and teasing each other, I felt so happy and good at that moment that almost nothing could wipe away the smile plastered across my face. Sue pressed both call buttons for both elevators and we waited, all of us having considerable trouble behaving ourselves. Sue was such a naughty little instigator it was hard to maintain any semblance of decorum in this very public area. When the bell rang for the freight elevator, she was being such a pain in the ass that before the doors could open fully I shoved her inside with enough force that she almost plowed into the maintenance cart already inside the cavernous car. We followed her in apologizing to the man digging around on a low shelf on the backside of the cart who mumbled "no problem ladies," to us as the doors slid shut

The car was already descending before the first inkling that something was wrong began nibbling at my senses. I looked down at the carpeted floor and saw peeking out from the leg of his coveralls not the blue denim I expected but the finer material of decent quality dress pants. He wasn't wearing the worn leather work boots one expects to find on a harried blue-collar maintenance man either. They were ugly utilitarian black shoes favored by FBI field agents and their fugitive deputy director. I quickly replayed his, "no problem," in my mind and decided there was something familiar and frightening about the sound of his voice. That set the final alarm bell to ringing in my brain.

I was still staring down at his shoes and mumbled, "Oh shit," as he began sliding his back up the wall behind him to stand fully upright.

When looked over the top of the cart, I locked eyes with my worst nightmare, Walcott! Slowly from behind the cart, his hand came into view holding a boxy automatic pistol with the distinctive fat bulge of a silencer screwed onto the end. I stiffened and one hand clutched at Claire's arm as I tried to put my body between her and the danger. Walcott saw my reaction and like a striking snake his hand shot out grabbing a fistful of hair on the back of Sue's head, as she stood unaware the near the front corner of the elevator where controls were located. 

He shoved the pistol against her temple and snarled a command at all of us, "Stay still all of you or this one gets it first!"

Claire gasped loudly beside me as she recognized him and the menace in his voice. My breathing and heart rate shot up as I watched Sue struggling against his grip until he pulled on the handful of her hair lifting her off the ground until her toes were barely touching. Her eyes were closed tight against the pain and her chest heaved from the strain of resisting Walcott's strength. He favored me with an evil grin when he felt confident he had asserted his control of the situation. My skin crawled when he gave Sue's head a series of vicious jerks and ordered her to settle down or he would settle her permanently, the end of his pistol never wavering from the side of her head. Only when he felt the situation had stabilized with him firmly in control did he allow her heals return to the ground with a smug malevolent grin.

He gave a quick nod toward Sue and asked in a vile sneer, "Is this one of your Lezzy playmates De Marco? She does have a hot little body, I'll bet you two dykes were going at her all night." 

I could feel the anger flush though my cheeks but it was quickly replaced with bone chilling fear when Sue responded to his degrading taunt by trying to wrench herself away and screaming, "Hey, fuck you mister!"

Walcott laughed at her defiance shaking her by the hair and taunting her directly, "Now there's an idea. Maybe we could take this thing back upstairs and do exactly that you little bitch, it sounds like fun."

I could see the disgust register on Sue's features but when Walcott spoke to her next her demeanor transformed into a murderous rage.

"Yes maybe I'll start with you as an appetizer, or do you only lie down for bull dykes like these two?" His voice had the wild demented tone of someone beyond control and Sue's defiance was only fueling his behavior.

I tried to break the tension before everything spun irrevocably out of control, "Let her go Walcott, you don't have to hurt her, she's not part of this."

He laughed a weary sick sounding laugh and snarled at me, "She is now you stupid bitch! and it's your fault too! You should have thought about all the people that might be getting hurt when you decided to fuck with me!"

I had only a millisecond to recognize that Sue had reached the point where she would take no more from him. Her fists clenched into tight balls, her muscles tensed, and starring right into my eyes, she made her move. I wanted to scream "Stop!" but it was already too late when the words had formed in my brain. For the next few seconds everything that happened inside that elevator was etched into my memory as though it were part of horrific slow motion film. Every detail was imprinted with such perfect clarity that my dreams would be plagued by the nightmarish scene for the rest of my life. Sue drove her elbow backward into Walcott's gut and stomped her heal down as hard as she could on the top of his foot. Aside from the images my eyes transmitted to into my brain, I heard four distinct sounds that will forever mark the causal sequence of events that occurred over the next three seconds. 

It began with the violent and noisy release of air from Walcott's lungs the instant Sue's elbow found its mark. There was a loud spit accompanied by the clanking of metal pieces working one against another as Walcott squeezed down on the trigger and his gun functioned exactly as it was designed. What followed were the most terrifying and sickening sounds that have ever reached my ears. First was the wet splash of blood and tissue against the stainless steel doors as the side of Sue's head exploded from the bullet that passed through her brain taking her life with it. Her body went limp and thudded to the floor with a hollow resonance that shook through me to my bones. Walcott stood immobile for several seconds starring down at Sue's lifeless body slumped against the doors. He was unaccustomed to killing at such close range. In the past, he had always managed his executions from a safe distance, and now he was stunned by the personal nature of committing murder with his own hands. The coppery scent of blood mingling with the sharp tang of burnt gunpowder filled the space for an instant before the unmistakable aroma of death leaking from our friend's lifeless body drove Claire beyond reason, into thoughtless violent action.

Before he could swing his gun around toward us, she hurtled past me screaming and lunged at Walcott's face. Her nails raked deep gashes from his temples down to his jaw line. She also drove her knee into his groin before he could react to counter her sudden attack. She tried to pin his arm with the gun against the side of the elevator. I could tell immediately that even enraged as she was she was not going to be any match for his brute strength. I took a step forward to dive in and help her but before I could reach either of them, I heard the familiar spit and metallic cycling of his pistol just as something slammed into my right leg knocking it from under me. The sudden impact all but flipped me over and I crashed to the floor my back slamming hard and I lay in a heap near the corner of the elevator gasping for breath. I was suddenly disoriented and my thigh burned intensely from the channel that the slug had burrowed through the muscles. I looked up in time to see Claire take a vicious blow to her head as Walcott slammed the butt of the gun down onto her skull. She fell facedown on top of Sue's corpse where she remained alarmingly motionless. The force of the blow was so savage that it knocked the pistol out of Walcott's grip and it bounced onto the metal tool cart sliding across it to fall between it and the back wall of the elevator.

Moving with freakish speed he lunged to retrieve the gun trying to shove the cart out of his way. Using my uninjured left leg, I managed to slam the cart against the far side wall of the elevator car pinning his hand behind it. He screamed with an animalistic fury and his head snapped around identifying me as the source of his frustration and pain. His face was a bloody mask contorted with rage and I could tell from the wild look eyes that he would slaughter all of us without a second thought if he managed to get to that gun. I was determined not to let that happen and braced my back against the wall praying that my uninjured leg had enough strength to keep him from it. I watched in terror as he fought to free his hand by pulling the cart forward but the two limp bodies lying in front of it kept it from rolling in that direction. He suddenly reared back forcibly extricating his bloody hand from behind the cart and stood up staring at me rage seething from his every pore. I used my back and good leg to force myself upright into the corner as he watched me flexing his damaged hand trying to asses its remaining usefulness. My own hands found the waist high metal rail circling the walls using them to help support my weight as I stood favoring my wounded leg. I felt the wet stickiness pouring from both sides of the bullet hole make my pants cling to my skin and knew the loss of blood could soon leave me too weak to fight him off.

After nine years spent in the study of Shotokan, none of my training provided what I was going to need get through the next few moments alive. After all of the hard work, I had invested in mastering its twenty-seven intricate forms or "Kata" I still felt totally unprepared. At this moment when I most needed to focus, I found nothing in that training on which to concentrate. Through my panic and the haze of pain, my mind reverted to something I had tried to drill into the women at my self-defense classes in every session. "You must survive!" I gave them that message loud and often. "It's your attacker's life or your own, if I can't get you to accept that, then I can teach you nothing else of value." Survival, it was simple, primal, and it would take some sort of miracle. I could feel my body weakening already but it was time for me to practice what I preached. I had to take him out quickly I simply didn't have the strength to outlast him defensively. When he made his move, I had to attack. 

I could see that Walcott came to some sort of decision at about the same time, his face contorted into a crazed sneer torn and bloody. I braced myself in the corner watching as he lowered his shoulders, bellowed, and charged toward me. I had only one chance and lashed out with my left foot hoping my wobbly right leg would support me for long enough. The target I had to aim for was small and moving fast but my aim and timing were just good enough. The outside edge of my foot landed squarely across his unprotected throat. I felt the cartilage and bone give with a crunch as my stiffened leg halted all of his forward motion. Walcott flopped to the ground clutching his throat while the whole elevator car shook from the force of the impact. 

I was driven backward and slammed into the corner. My wounded leg burning with fresh agony gave out and I fell heavily to the floor next to him. He grabbed at me desperately but I snatched his fingers in both of my hands and wrenched them backward until I heard several of the joints crack under the strain. I tried to get back up but my thigh seared with pain feeling as though the muscle had been peeled away from the bone. I scrambled trying to prepare myself for another attack but after watching Walcott roll onto his back still clawing frantically at his throat with his crippled fingers I knew the fight was over.




Warming the IcePrincess Pt. 05



I pulled myself upright using the end of the sturdy cart and looked down into his wild bulging eyes. His mouth opened spastically trying to draw in a breath but I heard no air moving in either direction. His chest heaved as he tried using the strength in his diaphragm alone to force air past his collapsed throat. After a few minutes, his frenzied motions slowed, his lips began turning blue and as the elevator came to a stop, his skin was already assuming an unhealthy pallor. I knew from some long forgotten anatomy class exactly what I had done to his throat.

My foot had crushed the thyroid cartilage making up the body of his larynx and had likely shattered the Hyoid bone as well. Fragments of the bone and cartilidge had been driven deep into the muscles on both sides leaving them so damaged they were unable to pull his vocal cords apart allowing lifegiving air to pass between. I was fully aware that without immediate medical intervention the former deputy director of the FBI might never draw another breath. I went to college and studied hard to become the best damned accountant I possibly could be. Unfortunately for Ashton Walcott III what he really needed was someone who'd attended medical school instead. 

 (Epilogue) 

My release from the hospital a few days later, allowed Claire and I to fly with Sue's remains in the company jet to her family's home in Spencer Idaho. Sue's family was warm and understanding with us throughout our stay. But there was a definite undertone we could both feel whenever we were with them. Their affection for Sue and sense of loss seemed completely genuine, but I got the distinct impression they didn't approve of some of the choices she'd made in her life. We stayed on for both the funeral and the burial before leaving to join Bart and Liz on the ranch.

They had postponed their wedding plans to spend the time helping the two of us get through the worst of the aftermath of Walcott's vicious attack. Both Claire and I insisted that they didn't have to do that but it was like trying to argue with the weather once that pair made up their mind. The doctors wanted me to stay off my injured leg as much as possible, which was simple enough considering the black pall that settled over my spirit. I didn't want to do anything so my physical debility provided a convenient excuse. 

I stayed indoors with Liz's ancient bulldog Winston. He found life in the great outdoors a little too large and fast moving to adapt to at his age. The two of us nursed our aches and pains protecting the homestead from rustlers while never venturing further than the porch rail. Claire seemed to bounce back quickly enough in light of the severe concussion she suffered at Walcott's hands. She was able to keep busy around the ranch and both Bart and Liz did their best to help each of us through the ordeal. A few times when we were in bed at night and tried to talk about what happened. Neither of us lasted long before the tears overwhelmed our attempts at sort out our feelings and we ended up sobbing in each other's arms.

On the third week at the ranch, we had a visitor. Special agent Gibbons drove up the long dusty lane to the ranch house with an agent from the local FBI field office as a guide. I greeted him on the porch with the help of a gnarled willow cane Bart carved for me one rainy afternoon that kept all of us sequestered indoors. Keith seemed more relaxed than I had ever seen him before. He told me he needed to conduct a final interview with each of us so that he could close the case file on Walcott. Talking with him that afternoon had an odd effect on me. For the first time since Sue was killed, I was able to recount the events of that morning without tears. I just recited what I remembered setting the emotions aside and focusing on the details analytically. Describing for the two agents how Walcott met his own end had some sort of cathartic effect on me I wasn't expecting. When Keith said he was finished with me I actually smiled for the first time in many days.

It would be many more months before the gruesome memories of my friend being murdered before my eyes stopped being a nightly visitor for me. However, from that afternoon forward I felt as though I'd turned a corner and my life was my own again. Claire noticed the change in me right away but never pressed me to find out what made it possible. That night was the first time since the Walcott's attack that we were able to make love.

It was tender and urgent and in some odd wonderful way, it signaled to both of us that it was time to return to the life where we belonged, together. We returned home the next day and to work one day after. There was an odd subdued atmosphere in the office that first morning. Later on near lunchtime, Claire and I both were deluged with concerned emails and supportive calls, everyone in the building it seemed wanted to welcome us back. 

Early the next April with the new buds popping and the worst of the winters ravages fading, we returned to the ranch for a long overdue wedding. My old friend Winston greeted me at the porch rail still reluctant to leave the safety of the house. It surprised me how strong my attachment was to the old mutt, but his trust, friendship, and immediate recognition almost started me crying. Physically I was fully healed but there were still times when I felt hollow inside and that was very slow to fade away. 

Beside the incongruous guard dog, there was no one else around when the cab dropped us off in front of the house. Claire quickly recalled that one of Bart's prized Tobiano Paint mares had given birth the night before and the barn was the most likely place to find the others. We stacked our luggage on the porch and turned up the path to the barn with an astonishing escort following along. Winston had apparently screwed up his courage enough to make the bold leap and trailed us up the path as fast as his short arthritic legs would allow.

When I stepped inside the barn and saw what everyone was gawking at, I understood immediately why the dark smelly place was the focus of attention on this fine sunny day. Standing in the stall under the watchful eye of her mother was the most adorable spotted foal I had ever seen. She was small and almost pure white except for a small brown spot by one corner of her mouth and a larger spot beginning at the poll and flowing partway down her crest making her look as though she had a slightly lopsided but adorable haircut. She pranced around the pen testing her legs while we all watched her. She stopped near the protection of her proud mothers legs staring between the rails back at all of us. Her little head titled for a few seconds as though she were deciding something important and then she sprang about the stall in a display of youthful enthusiasm that had everyone in the barn laughing.

My eyes never left the foals playful antics when I knelt at the rail of the little stall holding out my hand. Her mother nickered softly as the little filly bravely sniffed and nuzzled my palm.

Claire asked her dad smiling, "She is such a cutie, does she have a name yet?"

Bart cleared his throat theatrically while glancing over to Liz and then answered, "Ah, well, we were just discussing that but haven't come to any agreeme..."

Liz unceremoniously cut him off announcing, "Her name is McKenzie, but you can call her Sue for short." 

Tears tumbled down my cheeks as the filly's soft muzzle and warm breath tickled my palm. When I turned to face the others I saw both Liz and Claire where similarly affected. Bart had a wide grin curling the corners of his moustache and said softly, "You're right honey that is a damn fine name. One that'll let her carry her head high anywhere she decides to go."

 End note:

Before anything else I'd like to say, If you are lesbian and you have taken offense with my story, I do apologize. For me it was all in good fun and never intended to accurately portray your lifestyle. If you did manage to enjoy it, I'll consider myself very lucky indeed.

Now I'd like to answer a few questions that I hope were not too obviously revealed in my writing. I am not an accountant, and don't play one on TV. I absolutely detest insurance companies and most of what they stand for. I still can't even explain to myself why I chose one for the setting here. I also know virtually nothing about Shotokan Karate, Italian cuisine and perhaps even less about Women's fashion. I will only confess to doing some cursory research on these subjects on-line. The internet is an awesome tool for assisting a writer in search of even the smallest scraps of credibility.

I began writing this missive solely as a distraction when I returned home from vacation a year ago and found that some silly ass had forgotten to pay the annual ISP bill. He consequently had to wait almost a week before it was turned back on. Once started and the main characters began to take shape I found myself setting a few objectives while I continued writing and the story began unfolding.

The first was to write and edit a complete novel-length story, start to finish without any other writing distractions.

The second was to write an interesting story with likable fully developed characters entirely in the first person. (That proved more difficult than I thought.) When it evolved into a love story between the two women it seemed a disservice to the reader not to pay significant attention to the emotional aspects of their relationship. As well as doing so with a certain sensitivity that is atypical of many male writers. I worked hard paying attention to what each character might be thinking and feeling. However, as a man there is no way for me to honestly judge if I was at all successful.

Third, I wanted to avoid fixed stereotypical roles in their relationship or their love making. I have always found that human beings and their interactions are far too dynamic to fit well within any rigid categories, so I didn't try. I did however attempt to provide a great deal of variety allowing their sexual interplay to change and evolve as their emotional attachment deepened. The brief two week time-line forced me to include a range of sexual escapades that may take a lifetime for a real human to experience.

Obviously, I will only know how well I was able to achieve any of these goals through the generosity of your feedback. 

Thank you for reading,

J-Stroke  



Warming Up



It was two in the morning of Christmas Eve (or, I suppose, properly, Christmas Day) that I got the phone call from Marilynn Williams.

I had sort of known Marilynn for a couple of years, but only sort of. She was a young woman who had dated a couple of men I knew, and presumably several I didn't. The times I talked to her she seemed pleasant and intelligent, but I had never really gone out with her -- mostly because I had been dating others. She seemed nice enough, though.

That "really" was because a friend of mine was part of a group of four going to a concert, and he bowed out because of a stomach virus but called me to substitute (and get back the price of the ticket). I did not pay for Marilynn, but the other couple was definitely a couple, so what constitutes a date is the question, I guess. I never asked her out again, though we got along well.

She did not seem to have any long relationships, but she was young enough that she might not have been interested at the time. I did not think about her in particular, one way or another, until she called. I did not even know where she lived, though I think I knew it wasn't far from me. The once we went out together she walked to my place. All this sounds like I had thought about her a lot, but really it's that afterward I had tried to reconstruct what I had known about her.

The reason she was calling me at 2 a.m. was that she was looking for a place to stay. There was a fire in her apartment building (probably somebody hooking up a Christmas tree stupidly, one fireman told her) and while her part of the building was safe, with maybe damp halls, the fire department was not letting anybody back in.

She went down the list of everybody whose numbers she remembered, and nobody was home over the holiday, and then she started looking up names in the directory, or really getting numbers from directory assistance because somebody tore up the directory in this phone booth, and this was the last of the quarters she borrowed, and she was getting cold, and... Could she sleep on a couch or in a corner or something?

That was all in one breath, punctuated by shivers, so she was cold for sure. And while she was talking, I thought: the place is a mess. She can help move stuff off the couch. This is a hell of a night to be out, with the two feet of snow and the fact that it had half-melted already, so the top of everything was ice. (Maybe worse where she was, with the heat from the fire.) So when she stopped for breath, I just said: "Where are you?"

It was only about four blocks, and I put on a heavy coat for the trip. A car would be useless, I thought, since the fire trucks would keep me away from where she was. As soon as I opened the door to the street, I found out that a wind had come up during the night, and it was a strong and cold one.

That trip was like something from a dream, or maybe a nightmare, with half the houses lit up with lights and everything covered in icicles -- the pavement too. And being awakened at 2 a.m. added to the effect.

The fire was visible a block away, audible further than that, and I could make out Marilynn Williams easily. She saw me and turned toward me, and I could see that she was dressed in an old top coat with one button, and cotton pajamas. (The coat, when I asked her later, she said was the warmest she had.)

When we were a dozen feet apart, I saw a mass of ice on one building loosen and fall toward her. I yelled at Marilynn to move back, and she did so without thinking. That turned out to be a mixed blessing. The ice actually hit to the right of where she had been, right into a big puddle from melted snow and fire-hose water, where a storm-drain had been blocked up. The splash went right for her.

So instead of a cold unhappy young woman, we now had a freezing soaked miserable young woman. I took off my coat, which normally would have been not as good as what Marilynn had but was dry, and put it on her. Hers I carried, figuring that I would suffer less in the four blocks than she.

We really only walked one block. A man saw us, got the situation in a sentence, and drove us the rest. Once in my apartment, I moved her into my bathroom, stripping my coat off as I did. I told her to pass me her pajamas so I could hang them up, and take a hot shower so she could get halfway back to normal.

Her hand was waving the soaked clothing from the door in a few seconds, and I grabbed it. That place did not have either washer or dryer; I just took laundry down in the basement, but that was locked up now. 

She looked awful coming into my place, but usually Marilynn Williams was cute enough. She was five foot two, dark-haired, a long face (more so at that moment), with small but nice breasts and a trim body. Not that I saw it at that moment; all I saw was the waving hand. Long fingers.

A couple of minutes later I walked into the bathroom with a couple of fresh towels, a set of my old pajamas, a bathrobe, and a cup of hot chocolate. She acted disturbed from what I could see behind the shower door (all I really recall seeing was one nipple, dark against the skin) so I called to her what I was leaving, and left.

Soon she emerged, saying to me, "I'm still cold, I'm still very tired, but I'm a lot better. I want to thank you very much."

I started to tell Marilynn to forget it, it was nothing, but instead decided to tease her a bit. "It's very seldom that I find a woman who is actually eager to go into my apartment, get naked, and spend the night with me."

She blushed very prettily, laughed a bit, and replied, "My God, I hadn't thought of it that way!"

I had cleared the couch while she was showering, so we sat there. The cup of cocoa got rid of the tiredness, for a while at least, but soon she said, "I must have really been chilled to the bone. Could you turn the heat up in here?"

"The whole building's on a timer, and I'm not sure it would help much anyway. The only real solution is to stand in the kitchen by an open flame. Or--well, I hesitate to suggest it, since we don't know each other all that well, but I could just hold you to warm you up."

Marilynn looked over at me, very seriously. "I guess I could trust you... I guess I might as well, since I'm already staying in your apartment overnight!" And she touched her hand to mine. Yes, she was chilled to the bone. A good thing my body-mass was about twice hers.

We spent some time there, my arms around her, the bathrobe over us, talking softly. She admitted to me that two of the men she called from the phone booth were home, but told her pointedly that she would not be welcome because they already had someone with them.

I told her that was short-sighted. If the other, uh, guest sleeping over was another woman, *she* would not object -- though she'd want to be consulted. Any amatory activities which might be postponed through discretion might be more intense later for being postponed. Taking Marilynn in for the night should raise a man in two women's estimation, and that can always be useful to a single man.

Marilynn was silent, and changed the subject. But we both got sleepy, and that was a problem. The couch was too narrow for us both to stretch out, we could not sleep comfortably sitting up, and she still needed my warmth -- or maybe just the comfort of being held.

In any case, there came a point when she said timidly, "Charlie?"

"Hmm?"

"How far could I trust you?"

"Why?"

"Would it be all right if we moved to your bed? I mean, I don't want you to think I want to have sex with you or anything, but you are so warm and all--"

"All I want to do is sleep, with or without you. Let's get in there fast; the more I wake up, the more you would tempt me."

The truth was that I hoped I was tired enough to sleep instead of lying there thinking about Marilynn lying beside me in bed. I took off my clothing down to shorts and got the blankets over us, and prayed it would not be a hard night. Actually, it got hard as soon as I touched her under the covers, but that's another story. I ignored it. She did not seem to notice it. But I still wished that she hadn't decided to kiss me good night.

The next thing I knew was about six in the morning, maybe three hours later, when Marilynn crawled back in beside me from a trip to the bathroom. "You should know," she said softly, "that you are the first man I have ever spent the night with."

"I should tell you," I replied, "that it's a lot more fun that way. Too many people these days just have sex and go. Lying there together afterwards is the best part in a lot of ways. You should try it."

She made an odd kind of sound, half laugh and half whimper, and lay there for a moment.

"You are so relaxed," she said. "All my boyfriends always seem so much in a hurry about -- you know, going to bed."

"Hmm. Well, already being there may be a factor." She laughed. "But there's also the fact that I haven't known you well enough to be hot for your body. Though the proximity is changing that situation some."

"I never knew that a man has to know a woman to, to want her that way."

"He doesn't. But at least for me it gets stronger if I do."

"Me too. I wish..." But she never finished the sentence.

We both dropped off again.

Two hours or so later I woke to find my right arm around her, palm curled around one breast. She was holding my hand with her left one, but her right was around my erection, cupping it. She woke a little after me, and jerked her hand away when she realized where it was, lifting my hand away also. She blushed again. "I'm sorry," she said.

"No real need to apologize. Your body acts independently while you are asleep. And I like it anyway."

She rolled over and looked at me. "I like it too much myself. I feel tempted to touch you."

"Well. We can do some of that. Just tell me when you want to stop." I was prepared to call it off myself if the temptation got too strong. My body was keyed up enough that it would only take seconds in the bathroom with my hand and imagination if I let myself go.

"I hope... I hope I can trust myself," she said. But it was only a half-minute before she reached for me.

That kiss was tentative, because she was nervous. But she calmed down and it became very intense very quickly. She raised her head and looked into my eyes. "I don't know, I don't know..." she whispered. But she went back to kissing me, and to responding to my tongue.

I explored the inside of her mouth and gradually she became more aggressive herself. I was surprised at the way her little pointed worm reached into me, to my teeth, the inside of my lips, almost my tonsils... And that with frequent stops while she gasped for breath.

"Nobody's ever done this for such a long time with me," she said.

"I like doing it. As long as I don't always stop there." She looked at me a little nervously, but smiled.

My hand slid under the lower edge of her (well, my) pajama top. I moved my fingers back and forth, caressing her, as we alternated between kissing and holding and resting. Slowly I moved higher on her body, until she jumped when I reached the bottom of her left breast. She paused and looked at me again, then moved my palm to where it had been when we awoke -- no, further, because now it was cupping the breast and I could feel the tight very hard nipple. That was very sensitive, too, as I found soon.

More touches, more kisses, then I opened the bottom-most of the three buttons on the pajama top. Marilynn drew in a breath, but did not stop me. Then the second button. Finally the third, and then I drew back the cloth and her soft little mounds were exposed to the light. She was on her back by now.

My fingers continued to explore her, my mouth went back to her sweet lips time and again, and then I lifted my head and lowered it on her body, on the left breast, and on the point of coral there. She gasped, and I felt her heart speed up as I drew the erect nipple up with my lips.

Now I sometimes kissed her lips and sometimes those tips, but always one hand or both touched her breasts, grazing or pulling or twisting her nipples.

Then I reached my hand beneath her and pulled towards me, pressing her breasts to my chest and our tongues fenced again. I massaged her shoulder-blades until she sighed once again. "Nobody's ever done this, so slowly," she told me.

"If a woman is worth doing anything with, she is worth doing it with at length."

She made the same half-laugh again.

Then I moved my hand from her back to the waistband of the pajama bottom. I slid my palm down, touching and caressing her butt. Then lower, and lower, until I had reached the dividing point and began to come up again. Her body jerked in my arms as I touched her entrance and found it wet.

"Oh, I don't know," she whispered. "But, yes, go on." And I did.

My fingertips spread her labia, moved the moisture around the outside, played around the opening. I moved Marilynn to her back again and untied the drawstring, then slid my hand down again. With this greater freedom, I could cup her from pubic hair to the far edge of her lower lips, and touch every point along the way. Only a few strokes on the clitoris brought her to a high pitch of excitement.

And with a few more her hips jerked up and her body shook in orgasm. "That's better than when I do it myself. I've never had a man do that to me," she whispered. "I know it's supposed to happen when you're... inside, but it never has."

Well, this explained why her relationships did not seem to last. Just bad luck on her part. She was one of the sort who take a long preparation. I returned to her core and began to build her up again.

This time it was my turn to jump when her hand dipped into my shorts to circle and hold my erection. Not that her fingernails dug in or anything; after the first contact her grip was exactly right, then she tightened her grip and gently tugged --which made me realize how far along I was.

"I've never felt this way with a man," she said. "It all seems so natural. I'm not sure... But do you have... have..."

"Yes," I said. And I took the foil-wrapped packet from a drawer by the bed.

"Oh, I want you, but I'm not sure if I should." And I decided to tip the balance by a finger on the scale. Or two did it, really; spreading her apart after I lowered the pajamas enough that her legs were free to also spread.

"Oh. Oh. Yes, I want you!" she said.

It took only a moment to drop my shorts and slip the condom on, another to take the pajamas from one foot, another to rest between her legs, and then I touched the opening of the tunnel of love.

I rubbed her natural lubrication on the head of my erection, not because it was needed since the condom was lubricated, but to prolong the anticipation and give us both an extra sensation. Marilynn trembled, but in a very different way from last night's shivers.

I put the head inside her and paused. She looked up at my eyes and made a low cry. When she arched up to kiss me, the action slid me in a little more and her mouth opened before it got to mine.

I took advantage of the opening and the reaction of her body to the double invasion made me go further into the other opening. Then I withdrew and came in again; this time I met resistance.

This, then, was the reason that Marilynn had spoken of all her boyfriends moving too fast and perhaps why her relationships did not seem to last long. She had never been given the time to really prepare her for going all the way with a man, never gotten to relax enough, but always forced with one degree of discomfort or another -- so that she was always nervous and tight, but never enthusiastic.

"Please, please... Don't stop," she begged when she broke from the kiss. And I moved in gradually until I could feel the walls inside stretch and give and move aside as her mouth opened again and her eyes went wide. My next stroke went deep into her as her walls spread to accommodate a man in comfort for the first time in her life. She trembled again, and it felt very good to feel it around me.

I moved slowly, to allow her to accustom herself to the actions, to let her enjoy it more, and, frankly, because I was sure that if I sped up I would not last long. As it was I spent long periods with only the end of my erection within her, to cool down.

She made impatient noises after I had done this for a while, so I came down quickly and hard for one stroke, using my thumb on her clitoris so that she climaxed when I was deep inside her, the first vaginal climax of her life. The way her muscles tightened made me very glad that I had stayed out so long.

It was only another minute before I gave her another peak experience between clitoral stroking, internal stroking, and rubbing her now-stretched labia at the bottom. At about that time she discovered the idea of raising her legs to wrap around my back.

Now I settled in for a long ride. It was perhaps twenty minutes later that I felt her clamping down again on me as she had a purely vaginal orgasm. And another ten when one came again a little after I pumped hot jelly into the condom and she cried that she could feel it there. Marilynn held me so tightly in both her arms and legs that I fantasized that she would either break my bones or dislocate hers.

We rested, and even dozed a little, though it was past time to get up. At ten-thirty she went back to her apartment (in good shape, as the firemen said) and went to visit relatives for Christmas.

The next morning, a Saturday, she called and dropped in, and we made long delicious love again. Eventually we did split up, since there was a strong friendship but nothing more, really. She did find someone else, and married him. As did I, come to that. (No, not him.)



Warming Up



Many thanks to my editor, Fflow, for proofreading and some great constructive comments.

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Chapter 1

Kara lay in bed, aching with arousal. She had just been starting to warm up by the time Dave, her husband of seven years, had raced toward the finish and climaxed well before she was ready. Ideally, she thought, they should end in a tie, or at least a dead heat, with "heat" being the operative word.

Their sex life had clearly dropped into a rut lately, especially after their kids were born. After all, it was much harder to get in the mood when the baby was crying at frequent intervals during the night, demanding to be fed, changed, and comforted.

A toddler was almost worse, though thankfully he slept more soundly. But you never quite knew when those rapid footsteps would sound in the hallway, and a little voice would call out in an indecipherable word which, of course, meant "Hey Mom!" in two-year-old language.

Add in another baby, and then add in the fact that, 5 years after graduating with his B.S., Dave started classes again to earn a Master's, you had two rather exhausted people who didn't quite have the energy to make sure their sex life came out ahead. Or rather, that neither participant came too far ahead.

The boys were one and three now. Kara had quit work when their second son was born, but was getting somewhat bored. She loved the kids, but was really missing having adults to talk to once in a while. On top of that, she was feeling like they were in a rut when it came to their sex life.

It was a bit too easy to blame it on the children, though. When was the last time they had simply put aside time for themselves? When had they last played in bed, instead of simply going through motions that were satisfying, but too comfortable to still be as stimulating as they were several years ago? Where was the adventure?

Kara felt like she must be some strange combination of prudish and wild. Her mind was often filled with explicit fantasies, but she could never make herself voice them. Dave loved her adventurous side, but was not dominant enough to simply take charge, while she felt too submissive to give him directions.

They had played with light bondage early in the marriage. Ice play, blindfolds, and some rope experiments had all been fun, but neither felt comfortable in the role of "top," so they didn't play very often.

Still, Kara had a vivid imagination, and had been practicing very basic types of self-bondage since childhood, though in her early years there had been nothing sexual about it. She simply loved the feeling of being restrained. Dave had never really understood that; to him, the bondage was a simple turn-on, and it usually didn't last very long, since he wanted her out of it way too quickly.

Tonight, Dave had been up late finishing his project for class tomorrow night. Kara had nearly been asleep when he finally came to bed, and though she was happy to join in when he clearly felt amorous, the combination of exhaustion and the awareness of how late it was getting (thus leading to more tiredness the next day) made it hard for her to simply relax. Arousal, unfortunately, was elusive when her mind was distracted.

Which brought her to her current state -- all warmed up but way behind, and Dave already drifting off to sleep. Sighing, she kissed him good night and let her hand drift down to her clit. At least she could get rid of the tension and be able to fall asleep, though it wasn't nearly as satisfying by herself.

She began circling her clit with her fingers, spreading around the moisture leaking from her already-aroused pussy. She let her mind drift and fill with images, mostly fantasy: herself, bound tightly with various toys stimulating her; Dave, sitting at his computer working, while she squirmed in her bonds; wearing some of those toys outside the house, with no one knowing.... A few minutes later she came with a shudder.

She fell asleep with some of the images still floating through her mind.

The next day, Kara woke feeling a need to change things. Between Dave's work and classes, along with homework, there had been less time and fewer opportunities to distract him. She kept thinking back to the night before, however; the sex had been too comfortable, and something needed shaking up.

As she thought about the previous evening, she realized that she just needed some warm-up time. There was no lack of desire on either side, but her body simply didn't respond as quickly as his. As she moved through her morning routine of dressing herself and the kids, getting breakfast for everyone, and watching them play, she contemplated options.

Chapter 2

5 1/2 years earlier . . .

Early in their marriage, Kara had placed an order with an online sex toy company. She had been reading sex stories for years, and had often wondered what it would feel like to experience some of the things she had read about. Adultery, however, held no appeal whatsoever. This presented a dilemma, since one thing she was very curious about was double penetration. She had never experienced much ass play, except some soapy shower explorations with fingers. So she finally took a chance and placed an order. She got a medium butt plug, a dildo that looked relatively normal in proportion, a double-bullet vibrator, and a latex bra with nipple holes. So many things to choose from! But money was a bit tight, and she tried to keep the expenses down.

She waited rather excitedly for her order to arrive, and made a point of getting the mail that week so he wouldn't find the package. She wanted a chance to experiment with the new toys herself before letting Dave in on the "secret."

The first time she tried the butt plug was an eye-opening experience. She had been anticipating trying it during the entire time she was at work, and through dinner. Dave had headed back to campus to work on homework in the lab. Kara had read plenty about ass play, and from her limited experience knew that lubrication was the key. With her mind filled with images from stories she had read, she stretched out on their futon, with the plug and a bottle of lotion handy. She closed her eyes and let her mind wander.

She ran her hands lightly up & down herself, brushing her nipples. They quickly hardened, and she began playing with them, rolling the pebbles between her fingers and pinching them. She reached lower and began massaging her clit. Her fingers found the moisture from her already-wet slit, and she dipped them in, relaxing into the pleasure. Unhurried, she began circling her asshole, reveling in the tingling sensation. She reached for the lotion and squirted a bit into her hand.

I'd better do this before I lose my nerve, she thought to herself, and picked up the plug with her other hand. It felt odd, and she felt more exposed than she ever had, even though the blinds were closed. Moment of truth, she thought. If I don't do it now, when will I get up the nerve again? She began spreading the lotion on the plug, coating it generously, then reached between her legs to rub it around her puckered hole.

Kara took the plug and aimed it, let it rest against her hole for a moment, and began to slowly apply pressure. At first, it was the oddest sensation she had ever felt. The smoothness made it difficult to tell how far inside it was. She felt so full! Glancing down, she realized that only the first couple of inches were inside her, and she was nowhere near the widest part of the plug.

Determined to experience this, however, she rested a moment and resumed the pressure. It was starting to hurt, more than a bit, and she began thinking she really should have started with a smaller size plug. She concentrated on relaxing, and tried moving it in and out a bit, pressing a bit farther each time. Suddenly, just as the plug was beginning to feel downright huge, her sphincter muscle contracted as the widest part passed through her, and with a bit of a jerk it seated itself fully inside her.

Gasping a bit, Kara laid back, analyzing and savoring the new sensation. She was actually a bit light-headed. It felt pretty good, though in an odd way. She wasn't sure she wanted to move around with it inside, though the thought of spending long periods of time forced to wear a plug had been a long-time fantasy. It seemed unlikely that Dave would think of it, however, especially as she hadn't told him about the toys. Kara clenched her muscles around the base of the plug and savored the feeling of not being able to close down completely. She felt the plug slide in a bit more, and reached down to rub her clit once more.

It hurt, in a good way -- she had a feeling it would feel more comfortable if there was some way she could clean herself out first. It felt so deep, and she felt so full. She rubbed a little faster. "What would Dave think if he saw this?" Just the thought made her hotter. "He'd probably jump me without hesitating...he loves it when I do things that are outrageous."

She imagined her husband walking in to find her stark naked, stretched out on their bed, ass fully plugged, and rubbing her clit like a madwoman. That was all it took for her to explode in a climax. She could feel her ass muscles clenching the plug, gripping it tightly, and she imagined it was her husband's cock. With a last convulsion, she pulled her hands away from her crotch and tried to recover.

Very soon, her muscles started to cramp around the plug, and it became incredibly uncomfortable. "Too bad...I was really enjoying the feeling!" she thought to herself, and tottered into the bathroom on very unsteady legs to clean up. It was harder than she expected to remove the thing, and her muscles clamped down so hard once the widest part was out that the sudden contraction back to normal was much more painful that she anticipated. She spent a minute or so gasping, wishing she had removed it more slowly, or even that she could have left it in. "I'll have to let it build up longer next time, to make it last," she thought to herself.

A few days after trying her new butt plug for the first time, Kara decided she was ready to try the dildo at the same time. It turned out she had miscalculated on the size of it and it was bigger than she had expected, and she was quite surprised at how stretched out she felt after trying it. She had started trying the plug under her clothes, but had not tried wearing it out of the house yet. Sitting down had been a startling experience, as she discovered that it had not been nearly as deep as it could go that first day. Still, once she became accustomed to the feeling, she started having deliciously naughty thoughts about wearing it around, without Dave knowing, wondering all the time if he would discover her secret.

Having practiced a few times with the plug, the insertion was easier this time. Still, there was the initial shock, the sensation of being filled up and held open. Just thinking about it made her wet enough for the dildo, before she even started. Once the plug was in and seated firmly between her ass cheeks, she laid back to savor the feeling before going on.

The thought of having both her ass and pussy filled at the same time had been haunting her ever since the toys arrived, giving her little shivers at odd times of the day. Now, getting that "now or never" feeling again, she reached out to grasp the 8" dildo. With her other hand, she began rubbing herself, feeling the wetness of her arousal and spreading it around. The base of the plug got in the way a bit, but every time she bumped it, she got another thrill, so she didn't mind.

Her nipples were hard pebbles again, and she pinched them lightly, wishing that she had had the nerve to buy some nipple clamps as well. That was something else she had wondered about, but it would have to wait until another time. She put the head of the shaft at her warm, wet entrance and began to ease it inside. The full feeling intensified until she was light-headed from the pleasure. She couldn't imagine trying to walk or even stand. Her ass was full, her pussy was stretched as it had never been, and at the same time.

Eventually, Kara recovered her breath and began a steady in/out motion with the dildo. Soon, she changed hands so she could attend to her begging clit with her right. The multiple sensations took their toll, and she very quickly felt her climax approaching. With a great effort, she slowed down, reminding herself to make it last. She backed off, imagining Dave there, telling her she wasn't allowed to cum yet. She went back to pinching her nipples with her left hand, leaving the dildo fully inside her, savoring the anticipation. Finally, unable to hold herself back any longer, she resumed the thrusting, rubbing her clit, and rushed back to a huge climax. With just a slight bit of pressure still on her clitoris, she managed to extend the orgasm nearly to the point of pain, almost sobbing to get her breath back.

"Wow!" she thought to herself, "I'll have to make sure Dave and I try this with a real live cock instead of this plastic one. I might just pass out." But she wondered how she would be able to say anything to him -- even after being married for a year and a half, she was too shy to tell him.

Chapter 3

Present Day...

Kara's thoughts turned back to her first experiments with toys as she looked through the small collection that she and Dave had put together. She had eventually told him about a couple of the toys she had bought over the last few years, though she hadn't ever let on exactly how long ago she had bought them. Though they played with them occasionally, they were both too self-conscious about it; they could never quite relax & have fun with them. Kara wasn't quite comfortable taking the initiative, and Dave just didn't think about them very often.

Quite a few things had been added to the bag over the last 5 years: the nipple clamps had been on the next order, about a year later, and some more innocuous-looking household items as well, such as clothespins and some lengths of thin rope. Once Dave had gotten into the spirit of things, he had spent an evening looking through a couple of shopping websites, with Kara sitting on his lap; only part of the time had been spent looking at the screen. They had ordered a pair of velcro-closing cuffs, and a trip to the right store had ended with Kara buying a corset.

It was Dave's night for evening class tonight. Their usual pattern was for Kara to bring the kids and meet him for dinner someplace close to where he worked, so they could see him. From there, he would head to class and she would take the boys home and get them ready for bed.

Tonight, however, a plan was beginning to form. Since she had spend most of the day thinking about how she could get a head start for the evening, she had also been horny all day long and was wishing she could wear a toy or two out to dinner. The problem was how to keep it in; she had never gotten around to buying a harness or chastity belt, and had never found any panties that could keep the toys from slipping out. Spotting the rope in the bag, she decided to try making herself a crotch rope.

Kara stripped down and picked up a length of cotton rope, doubling it over. Not having a set of instructions, she decided to wing it, and began at the waist, wrapping it around herself once and feeding the end through the loop. She looped it between her legs and back up behind her, and even ended up with it over her shoulders, making it more of a full-body harness, but when she sat down to test the end result it was pretty comfortable. She looked in the mirror and grinned. Even though Dave didn't tie her up very often, he enjoyed looking at her tied, and she couldn't wait to see the look on his face when he got home and found out that she had been wearing this since before dinner.

Wanting to be comfortable as well as stimulated, she got out her smallest butt plug to wear to dinner. As she got dressed to go out, she analyzed the effects of the rope and plug and decided that they would keep her deliciously on-edge the whole time. After a moment's thought, she decided to relieve a bit of the tension before heading out.

She finished dressing, then lay down on the bed for a moment and eased her skirt up around her waist. She began stroking herself as she had the night before, feeling the tension build. Suddenly, a crashing sound from the boys' bedroom broke the tension as she jumped up and darted from the room to see what had happened.

More frustrated than ever, she knelt down to begin putting away the wooden blocks that had been tipped over. No emergency, luckily, but she realized her attempt had backfired, and resigned herself to feeling even more horny during the evening until the kids were in bed.

After getting the kids into the van, she headed out to dinner. The plug was not very big -- smaller, in fact, than the first one she had purchased, but it was very comfortable for long-term wear. She could feel the doubled rope pressed on either side of her clit, and knew that it, as well as her panties, were already soaked.

She observed Dave during dinner, while she squirmed in her chair. Preoccupied with entertaining two little boys, Dave didn't seem to notice that she was more distracted than usual. She tried to concentrate on feeding the baby, and not getting a glazed look on her face from the arousal.

She kissed her husband goodbye afterward, as he got into his car to head to class, and if he noticed it was a bit more enthusiastic than her usual good-bye kiss, he didn't say anything. Kara headed home, thinking about her plans for the rest of the evening.

Her usual reaction to their occasional bondage sessions was that they didn't last long enough. Dave generally seemed to enjoy getting her in and/or out of things, but wasn't all that interested in just letting her stew. After a bit of thought, she figured the best of both worlds would be to get herself tied up and enjoy it until he got home. At that point, she figured she would probably be glad to be out of it. Thinking through her choices, her grin got wider.

She had forgotten she had quite a while yet to simmer. Once home, it was only 6:00, and Dave wouldn't be home until around 10:30. She resigned herself to a couple of hours of toy trains and Dr. Seuss. Luckily, the kids had no idea what that look on Mommy's face meant when she lost her balance and had to sit down abruptly while trying to set up the train tracks.

The entire time, she was aware of her soaking wet panties and was afraid she would start making squish, squish noises as she walked. Eventually, after a couple readings of Go Dog, Go, a snack, yet another drink of water, a few hugs, and a ritual singing of "Hush, little baby" for the youngest the kids were down for the night. Kara headed back to the bedroom, figuring she probably had less than two hours before Dave would be home from class.

The first thing she did, after stripping down to the harness, was get out her corset. This was one item that Dave just loved seeing her in, and since it had hooks down the front she could get it on by herself, then tighten the laces. She couldn't get it nearly as tight as he could, but it would suffice. She looked through the bag and pulled out the other items she wanted, then started in. She wanted to give herself time to just lay & enjoy being bound before he came home & untied her!

Many years ago, Kara had come across a description of how to fashion handcuffs from rope, with a type of knot that would tighten but would not loosen easily from someone trying to pull their hands free. She had taken a few shorter lengths of the rope and made some of these, and she figured they would be ideal for tonight. They were pretty easy to tighten -- just pull on the free end of rope -- and they would be more comfortable than cuffs.




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The first thing to attend to, however, was the fact that her pussy was aching to be filled. She slipped the crotch rope aside and removed the small plug from her ass, then replaced it with a slightly larger one. She added a dildo that would fit all the way inside, so it would also be held in place by the rope. She paused, light-headed for a moment, before adjusting the crotch rope, savoring the fullness she had been wanting for hours now.

Next came the corset. It was not a custom-made one, but fit very well nonetheless. She folded back the bra portion, so her full breasts were resting on the resulting shelf, rosy nipples pointing straight ahead. She couldn't resist rubbing them a bit, though she doubted anything could make them harder. The corset was black, and had some boning for support.

There were about 20 small hooks down the front, and with some difficulty she got them all connected correctly. Then she reached behind herself and started tightening the laces. There was no way she was going to get this thing as tight as Dave liked it, but she'd do her best. The feeling of constriction was amazing, and it made her even more aware of the twin probes inside her.

By this time, the boys had been quiet for nearly an hour. After pulling back the covers, she laid down on the bed, by this time moving carefully. She used several rope loops to tie her legs together at the knees and ankles, then looked at the time. She still had at least 45 minutes before Dave would get home, and since the kids were in the house with her, she couldn't be immobilized completely, just in case they needed her. She compromised by turning out the bedside lamp and putting on her blindfold, then just relaxing into all the sensations.

Her clitoris was demanding attention, being rubbed gently by the rope that was seated firmly between her pussy lips. Without more direct stimulation, she knew there was no way she was going to climax. Her pussy was stuffed full of the extra-wide dildo she had used. She had not needed any lubrication for that at all, after spending the previous 3 or 4 hours being teased by the small plug and the rope.

Her ass felt deliciously full as well, with the medium-sized plug that she had purchased so long ago. It was still her favorite one. As for the rope, she could feel it tugging at her all over -- across her shoulders, around her waist underneath the corset, and most especially along her entire crotch and up behind her. Over all the rest, the corset squeezed her tight, with an even pressure everywhere from her hips to just underneath her breasts.

Peeking out from under the blindfold at the clock, Kara calculated that she was down to about 20 minutes, and she felt safe enough, having not heard a single peep from the kids, to complete the scenario she had in mind. She figured that she could still get loose if there was a true emergency, since she couldn't get the ropes all that tight by herself. Feeling around, she picked up the nipple clamps and carefully put them on herself.

These were not really very strong, so even at their full pressure she could enjoy them. Once she was sure they were not going anywhere, she rolled onto her side, re-adjusted the blindfold, and put her arms behind her back. She picked up the last of the rope cuffs and slipped them over her wrists. With a bit of twisting, she managed to pinch the ends of the rope between two fingers and gradually tighten the loops, trapping her hands behind her.

She relaxed as much as she could, enjoying the many feelings bombarding her, and waited.

Chapter 4 -- Dave's Story

Dave was tired; it had been a long day: first a full 8 hours of work, and then a 3-hour class. He had decided a few months ago to take advantage of the continuing education policy at work, and had enrolled in a Master's program at the State University nearby. They had a very good program designed around students with full-time jobs, and so far the classes had been fun and interesting, though they were a lot of work. He missed seeing the kids on the days when he had class, and was glad that most weeks his wife, Kara, was able to bring them into town so they could have dinner before he had to go to class. At least it was only 1 day a week.

Class had gone pretty well tonight. Ideas for the homework assignment ran through his mind, at least when he wasn't busy singing along loudly with the radio. It was, after all, nearly 10:30 pm, and the singing helped him stay alert while driving. He knew that Kara usually spent her "free" evening relaxing or taking a bath when he had class; she loved to soak in the tub with a good book once the kids were tucked into bed for the night.

Signaling and exiting the freeway, Dave turned onto the last road to home. He sighed, glad that in a few moments he could get out of the car and go inside and relax. He sang along with the classic rock station for the last few minutes, and finally pulled into the driveway. The house was almost completely dark; unless Kara was really tired and had already gone to sleep, he figured he would find her in the tub.

He unlocked the front door, hung up his keys, and headed to the kitchen for a drink. Maybe she was ready to get out; now that he had gotten home, he was noticing that he really wasn't quite as tired as he thought. He looked in on the boys, who were both sleeping peacefully, and continued down the hall. As he opened the door, he flipped on the light and stopped, jaw dropping open, and stared down at his wife on the bed.

"Hi, dear," she said, for all the world as if it were normal for her to be trussed up on the bed, blindfolded and wearing her corset. The sight of her otherwise naked body was energizing all the parts of him that had felt tired 10 minutes earlier.

"Hi, yourself," he replied, as he dropped his bags, closed and locked the bedroom door, and walked around the bed to get a better look at her. "It looks like you've been a very busy girl tonight. What-" he broke off as he suddenly noticed her nipple clamps. "Oh, not just busy, but naughty too?" He grinned now, and started shedding his clothes as fast as he could manage.

Dave sat down next to Kara and began examining her predicament. He recognized the various elements of her bondage, and wondered how long she had been waiting. "You haven't been like this too long, have you? How are you feeling?"

"No, not long. I only added the clamps at about 10:10, figuring 20-25 minutes was about as much as I should leave them. Oh!" she caught her breath as Dave gently removed them, and began massaging her tender nipples. He knelt down next to her and started nibbling. He had always loved her breasts, and she was so sensitive that he never got to pay as much attention to them as he wanted to before it was too much for her. Now, since she was rather effectively immobilized, he gladly took advantage.

He massaged one breast while he suckled the other, then switched sides. He especially enjoyed the sexy moaning noises she was making, and settled in to tease her for a bit, enjoying himself The rest of the outfit was very distracting, however, and soon he returned to his exploration of her bonds.

"Now don't talk any more, or I'll find a way to keep you quiet!" He grinned as he said this, and finished undressing. His cock sprang free as he shed his boxers, and he moved so the head brushed her cheek. She said nothing but "Mmm..." and obligingly opened her mouth, licking around the head for a moment and sucking him into her mouth as much as she could manage in her current position. He savored the feelings for a moment, then drew back a bit and examined the rope around her ankles. He recognized the loops as her home-made handcuff substitutes, and wondered, has he had many times, just where she had learned how to make them. He knew how they worked, however, and loosened the ones on her ankles and farther up her legs.

Dave began running his hands over her body, noting that her legs were quite wet and, judging by the scent, it was definitely not from sweat. Kara had tried to explain, occasionally, how she felt about being tied up, but it was such a turn-on to see her like this that he usually just wanted to get inside her as soon as possible. Observing the results of a longer period of bondage, he thought that maybe he would be well rewarded if he were more patient in the future.

For now, though, he thought she had already had enough time to simmer, so he reached around to loosen her wrists as well. He rolled her over to her back and moved his attention lower. "I think we'll just leave the blindfold for now," he teased her as she started to lift her hands to her face. "You put it there, after all."

"Mmmm...ok," she murmured, twisting a bit as he began to stroke her thighs and spread her legs apart.

"What do we have here?" he asked, a bit surprised. His cock gave a jerk as he finally noticed the dildo and butt plug, as well as the rope harness holding them in. She had never mentioned anything like this before, though he had heard of the idea. He groaned a bit, realizing that he would have to wait a bit longer before sinking into her. He really wanted to keep that corset on her, though.

"Well, they kept falling out!" Kara said, matter-of-factly, though she had a teasing note in her voice. "Especially when I had the smaller plug in. I didn't want it to escape during dinner..." she trailed off as he drew in a sharp breath. She had been wearing it that long?

"Shit, I wish I'd known what was under those clothes during dinner, sweetheart, though I'm not sure what I could have done about it at the time."

"Nothing at all. I thought about mentioning it, but I figured you would never manage to learn anything in class tonight!" She gave a grin, as he ran his fingers along the rope. He was amazed at how wet it was, and realized quickly that he wouldn't be able to get the entire thing off of her, since it vanished underneath the corset and clearly came all the way up over her shoulders. He managed to shift it sideways, however, and began easing the dildo carefully out of her warm, wet pussy.

He set it aside and grinned for a moment, and settled himself between her legs. He leaned forward to lick and nibble her for a minute, one of his favorite activities. He moved over her and slipped inside her warm, tight tunnel. "Damn, honey, you're hot tonight," he murmured, reaching down to finger her clit. "I'm not going to last long, you know," he warned her. His thrusting sped up quickly.

"Neither... am... I!" She came with a groan, convulsing around his hard cock. He felt a new spasm around himself with every thrust now, as he hammered into her, and he could feel the extra pressure of the plug in her ass as he moved in and out. Tensing, he buried himself with a final thrust and stayed deep within her as he came with a shout, then collapsed on top of her.

Eventually, he felt able to speak again. "What on earth brought this on?" he asked her, slipping off the blindfold.

"Mmm...well, I wanted to get your attention," Kara replied with a sleepy, satisfied smile. "Between work, homework, classes, and the kids, you've been pretty distracted lately. I think it worked, though, eh?"

Thinking about what she looked like when he walked in the door, he felt his dick twitch a bit. "Well, let me get you out of that corset, and we'll talk about it in the shower. Maybe we can plan out what you wear to dinner next week..."

She laughed as she followed him. "We'll see!"

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Warming Up



I looked out the window. Damn, there was a lot of snow out there! My favorite weather man, the tall, sexy one on channel seven, had said that we would wake up to about three or four inches of snow. By my estimate, looking at the snowbank that had formerly been my car, we had over twice that. And the snow showed no signs of stopping. 

No point getting out of my pajamas. I worked for a private school that specialized in children with autism, and we were closed whenever the public schools in the same town were closed. Given the current view outside my window, I doubted any public schools in my part of the state would be open. As I put my kettle on to boil water for coffee, my phone rang; a glance at the caller ID confirmed my hunch, since the call was from one of my coworkers. I didn't bother answering; she would never stop talking if I did. Instead I let the machine get it. "Hi, Colleen," my coworker chirped. "This is Cilla. Just letting you know we're closed. Have a good day." 

I wasn't sure how good a day I'd have, trapped in the house. I would have to shovel my way out, which would be a bitch. I'd had a snowblower once but had sold it over the summer when I'd needed money for car repairs. For the work I did, I didn't get paid much.

Once the water had boiled, I sat down at my computer with a hot cup of coffee and checked emails. Nothing interesting, which was no surprise; just a bunch of offers for credit cards, Nigerians begging for money, and offers to "make thousands a week working from home". I deleted all of them except the Nigerian ones; those were funny, and I tended to hold onto them for when I needed a laugh.

By midmorning, I'd done absolutely nothing productive, and the snow outside had grown deeper by a couple inches. Damn it, I was going to have to shovel before it got so deep I couldn't handle it. I trudged upstairs and threw on a pair of sweatpants and a bulky sweater over my pajamas, then went back down and bundled up for my trip outside.



I kept my shovel on my front porch, which had a roof so didn't usually get much snow. But wind had blown the snow onto the porch, and the shovel was covered by about four inches of the stuff. I yanked it out and started shoveling off the porch. The mail carrier tended to complain if there was even a tiny patch of white stuff on the porch or stairs.

The sounds of snowblowers came at me from all directions. Almost all my neighbors owned one; it was the kind of neighborhood where the way one's yard looked indicated one's character. I could only hope that one of my neighbors might take pity on me and at least snowblow the end of my driveway, where a wall of snow that looked nearly three feet high awaited me, having been pushed up by the city plow. I wasn't looking forward to trying to chip my way through that.

Sure enough, as I reached the bottom of my front steps, Gary, my neighbor from across the street, came over with his snowblower. He waved at me and started making his way through the snowbank. I waved back and started on my car, using the shovel to pull the snow off the roof.

I probably could have gone inside; there wasn't much point to my standing out there freezing once I got the car cleared off. Gary was still working on my driveway, but he wouldn't have minded if I'd gone in. Still, he was helping me out and I felt guilty about the idea of just walking off on him, so I stayed outside, making sure my front steps were absolutely clear and debating cleaning off the back steps and porch even though I almost never used them.

Finally, Gary shut off his snowblower. Leaving it at the end of the driveway, he came over to me. "Looked like a mess," he said. "I hope you don't mind my helping out."

"I don't mind at all," I said. "It would have taken me all day to get through that."

"Probably. Of course, the plow's going to come by again and just put it back, but it might not be as bad now that that's cleared."

"Right." On impulse, I asked, "Would you like to come in for coffee to warm up?"

Gary just lived across the street. He could easily have gone into his own house to warm up. But he was in the same position I was: divorced, living alone though he had college-age kids that descended on his place during weekends, and probably pretty lonely sometimes. He said, "Sure, but I don't drink coffee. Got any hot chocolate?"

"Absolutely. Come on in."

He followed me inside, and was polite enough to take off his snow-covered jacket and boots at the door rather than tracking in. His pants were coated with snow as well, but of course he left those on. What was he wearing under them? Realizing what my mind was doing, I blushed and hurried into the kitchen. "Do you want your hot chocolate with water or with milk?" I asked.

"Milk. Water makes it taste, well, watery."

I laughed. "Good point."

I poured some milk into a saucepan and set it to boil, then, without thinking, skinned out of my sweats. After all, I was wearing my pajamas underneath; nothing to be ashamed of. But of course Gary didn't know that. When I turned to look at him, his eyes were wide. "Um, sorry," I said. 

"Don't be, unless you're sorry you've got something else on," he replied.

I laughed. "Yeah, somehow I think seeing me naked would kill your appetite for hot chocolate."

"I doubt it. It would just give me more of an appetite for something else."

Huh? I stared at him. Surely he couldn't be propositioning me. I'd never thought about any of my neighbors that way; the neighborhood seemed too strait-laced. And it wasn't a good idea to play where you live. But Gary was definitely thought-worthy. Tall, graying brown hair, blue eyes with crinkles at the sides. A stark contrast to my own short, chunky body and dirty blonde, stick-straight hair.

I found a spoon in my dish drainer and stirred the milk. "I'm serious, Colleen," Gary said. "I find you very attractive."

"Um, you do?"

"Yes." He came closer, almost close enough to make me uncomfortable. "In fact, after the hot chocolate's ready, I'd like to talk about another way to warm up."

"Oh." What else could I say? 

I left the milk to heat while I dug out a couple of not-too-chipped coffee mugs and two packets of instant hot chocolate. I wasn't into the fancy stuff, since it was usually just me. At least the instant mix had those mini-marshmallows.



"The milk's steaming," Gary observed.

"Oh. Thanks." 

I took a pot holder out of the drawer where I kept them and picked up the saucepan, then tried to pour the milk into the mugs. With Gary's intent gaze on me, I was too nervous to keep my hands steady; milk slopped onto the counter. When I tried to get a better grip on the pan's handle, the pot holder slipped. "Ouch!" I yelped as my hand touched the hot metal. 

"Here, let me get that." Gary reached for the pan. His hand brushed my breast, which I would have thought was an accident if not for the conversation we'd just had. As it was, I was convinced he'd done it on purpose.

I set the pan down on the counter and turned on the cold water tap to run over my burn, which was already stinging. So much for impressing my neighbor. I stuck my hand under the water, but it didn't give me much relief.

Gary finished pouring the milk, then took a piece of paper towel and mopped up what I'd spilled. I shut off the water and studied my hand. The burn was almost definitely going to blister, damn it.

"Are you okay?" Gary asked.

"Yeah, I guess. Pretty stupid thing for me to do."

"Not stupid at all. Let me see."

He took my hand and looked at the burn, then gently kissed it. With a slight flick of his tongue. "Poor baby," he said. "Come, let me make it all better."

"You just kissed and made it better," I pointed out.

"Yes, but I'd like to do something more than that. And kiss other places." He slid my pajama shirt up, revealing my tits. "Gorgeous." 

I was too shocked to say anything. What did he think gave him the right to just expose me like that? We hadn't even kissed yet, and he was already trying to strip me. What the hell? But the tingle between my legs reminded me of just how long it had been since anyone had even thought about trying to strip me. It wasn't like Gary was a stranger, and at least I knew he wasn't already taken. So why not?

He bent and closed his mouth around one of my nipples, which hardened with the touch. As he sucked it, he reached between my legs and pressed his hand against me. "What- what are you doing?" I demanded, trying to sound more stern than I felt.

He grinned. "You know what I'm doing." Then he went on to suck my other nipple.

I gave up trying to convince him or myself that I didn't want this, and relaxed into the sensation of his mouth on me. And of his hand, slipping under the waistband of my pajamas, moving down to touch the moisture between my legs.

I moaned, and Gary winked at me. "I knew you'd want this as much as I do," he said. "So, should we fuck here or in your bed?"

It was like he'd dumped a bucket of cold water on me. "Fuck?" I said. "Okay, look. Obviously you're having fun here, and I'm enjoying it too. But don't you think you're taking things just a little bit fast? I haven't agreed to fuck you. You didn't even give me a choice."

"You're right." He took his hand out of my pants and stepped back. "Sorry. I want you bad, Colleen, and I thought you wanted me too."

"Whether I do or not, don't talk to me like I'm some kind of slut. Try asking if I want to have sex with you at all before you ask where. And try being a little less crude."

"You're right. My apologies. It's been a while for me. May I hug you?"

Great, so now he was going to take it to the other extreme and ask permission for every move. Oh well, it was better than having him ask me where I wanted to fuck. "Yes, you may."

He put his arms around me. Before he could ask, I pressed my lips against his. The kiss grew rapidly; his tongue against my lips, my lips parting, our tongues playing together. Gary's hands found my tits and played with them as we kissed. After a moment's hesitation, I let my hand find the bulge at the front of his pants and gave his cock a gentle squeeze. It might just make him think I really was some kind of slut, but so be it; I couldn't let him explore me without returning the favor. He broke the kiss to moan, "Oh, that feels nice."

"So does what you're doing," I said.

"So where... I mean, would you consider having sex with me?" 

"Yes, I would consider it," I said.

He laughed. "Tease. Will you have sex with me?"

Oh, hell, why not? "Yes," I said.

Now that he'd gotten a positive response, Gary didn't waste any time. He stripped out of his clothes in about two seconds flat, revealing a muscled chest and abs that didn't quite qualify as six-pack, but came close. Gary obviously kept in shape, unlike me. Below the abs was a cock that, while not huge, was definitely not small. 

He looked at me expectantly. "Nice bod," I said.

"Thank you. I'd like to see yours now."

"Um... You know, it's really hard to get naked in front of someone the first time."

"I didn't have any trouble with it. When confronted with a naked female, straight males rarely have any complaints. They're too excited to see the nakedness."

He had a point, at least as far back as my memory stretched. I peeled off my pajamas and tried not to cringe as he ran his eyes over my body. "Very nice," he said finally. "And to think you were worried. Come here."

I took a step toward him and he pulled me against him. His hard cock pressed against my belly, which sent a jolt through a lower part of my anatomy. Okay, I didn't care anymore what he thought. I just wanted what he had. 

He wasn't slow about giving it to me, either. He lifted me- he was a good ten inches taller than I was- and ordered, "Wrap your legs around me." 

I did, and he adjusted me so that I could feel his cock against my entrance. God, did I want this! But the voice of reason had to interfere. "Um, what about...? I mean, I can't get pregnant anymore, but..."

"You've got to learn to say what you mean," he said. "I was tested a month ago. All clear."

"And I haven't been with anyone since my husband," I said. Sex without protection was dumb, I knew, but it sounded safe enough and I was now too horny to care. "Okay, I guess we're set."

"Good."

He lowered me and somehow pushed up with his hips at the same time, leaning slightly backward to give himself leverage. After almost a full year of having nothing inside it except my fingers, my pussy was so tight it should have hurt when he shoved his cock into me. But I was wet enough that I felt only a little discomfort, and that was quickly swallowed up by the pleasure of feeling a cock again.

In that position, it was hard for me to move, but Gary moved enough for both of us. He thrust into me as hard as he could while holding me up, and I felt like he was just using me as something to pound his cock into. That feeling, which should have made me feel like shit, turned me on enough that I came in a matter of minutes, yelling out words I'd forgotten I knew. He was right behind me. "Fucking hell, you're hotter than I ever dreamed," he said. 

He untangled us and lowered me to the floor, where I stood with his cum trickling down my leg. "That was..." I couldn't think of a word. "Thank you."

"And thank you. It's been a while for me too." He glanced at the mugs on the counter. "Hope our hot chocolate didn't get cold." 

I picked up one mug and took a sip. "Still fine."

"Good." He leaned in and licked my upper lip. "Didn't want to leave you with a chocolate mustache."

Still naked, we drank our hot chocolate and made small talk. Then he put his clothes back on. I decided to leave my pajamas on the floor until after I took a shower. "I've had a very enjoyable time," Gary said. 

"So have I," I replied. Would we do it again sometime? I didn't quite dare to ask.

He winked. "I'll see you next time it snows. Have a good day." He walked out of the room, and after a second I heard the front door close behind him.



Warming Up



I was soaked. I'd been on my way home, finishing a pleasant walk, when the rain had caught me by surprise. By the time I got back home, my hair was plastered to my head, my clothes were completely soaked, and I was freezing. Shivering, I dug out my keys and opened the door, stepping inside dripping. 

Mistress was inside, sitting on the couch in her pajamas and reading a book. She glanced over, and in a heartbeat was over to me, closing the door and hugging me tightly in an effort to warm me a bit. I sighed happily, content to be in her arms, but after a moment had to speak. "Mistress," I reminded her, "your clothes are soaked now."

"You're right, Pet, that just won't do," she replied, picking me up and carrying me over to the bathroom, the suddenness of it startling me at first. She set me down in the bathroom and set about stripping me briskly, dropping the damp clothes in the tub. Her hands lingered on my everyday collar, a simple brown ribbon around my neck. 

"Would you mind it if I took this off to dry?" she asked, one finger hooked under it. I blushed and shook my head lightly, pleased that she took the time to ask me, despite the fact that she didn't need to. I shivered, eyes closing, as she untied it with care, brushing feather-light caresses across my neck as she did so. I pouted slightly as she released me, putting the collar down and stripping herself, then started to shiver again as the cold reasserted itself. When her own clothes finished joining mine in the bathtub, she returned her attention to me, pursed her lips when she saw my shivers, then darted off. She returned almost immediately with one of the many thick fuzzy blankets that usually went on the bed and wrapped it around me, guiding me into the living room and plopping me down in front of the fireplace while she started the fire. 

I was still sitting there, distracted by the fire, my shivers lessening as the blanket began to warm, when she joined me, pulling me into her lap and wrapping the blanket carefully around herself. I started at first as her cold, mildly goosebumpy skin brushed up against me, then positively glowed as I realized that she had been taking steps to warm me up despite her own coldness. I nestled into her after that, doing my best to share my heat with her, nuzzling lightly at her neck as I murmured "Thank you for taking such good care of me, Mistress."

"Of course," she replied, and I could feel her smile through my cheek on her jaw, "you're my Pet. Mine to have and to use, yes, but also mine to love and mine to care for." I wriggled, a bit embarrassed, my cheeks flaming red. 

"Also, you're adorable when you blush," she added, grinning and kissing me on the forehead, wrapping her arms around me and holding me tightly. 

"I love you, Mistress," I said, happily nestling into her arms, content with her arms around me. Well... content if I ignored the slowly-growing warmth between my legs. I loved it when she held me like this, when I was just hers, secure in her love and safe in her arms. I began to rub my legs together surreptitiously, shifting my hips as I tried to assuage the need slightly. 

She must have noticed, though, as she always does, because immediately afterward she murmured into my ear, in that low, deep, confident, and slightly amused voice that made me melt, "Is there something you want to ask me to do, Pet?"

"I..." I paused, quivering with need. "play with me, Mistress? Pleasure me and allow me to return the favor?"

She only smiled in response, her hands trailing lightly over the bottoms of my breasts and my belly, coaxing a gasp out of me before I bit my lip. I shivered, whimpering, "P-please, Mistress?"

"Mmm, of course I will, Pet... close your eyes and wait a moment. And stop grinding your legs together, you get to wait a bit first."

"Yes, Mistress," I said, nodding, as she slipped out from under me, tucking the blanket in around just me. I heard her walking away and occupied myself with thoughts of what she might do to me. Whips and chains, dildos and beatings flickered through my thoughts, but I quickly discarded the ideas - they might make me weak-kneed with want at times, but right now I was craving the intimacy of her hands touching me, perhaps tying me if she liked. My Mistress loved me, and I was hers, and that was all I needed. 

I heard her set something down on the couch near us, then she was behind me, pushing me up so I was sitting a bit straighter, tugging my arms behind me and tying them together at the wrists tenderly. She gently lowered me onto my back, bending my legs and tying them, one side of the knee to the other, ankles to thighs, so they stayed that way. I shifted for a moment before I could find a comfortable position, and as I did so she blindfolded me lovingly, caressing my cheek and temple as she did.

"Struggle," came the command, and I did, whimpering lustfully, tugging and twisting wildly at the bonds, trying to slip out of them. They dug into me almost painfully, not giving nearly enough for me to get out. The ropes were soft, but unyielding, like her arms around me - and raw lust shot through me as I realized just how much I was Mistress' right now, bound as she wanted me and utterly at her mercy.

"You may stop," she said, and my heart raced to hear the desire in her voice. "Mmm, such a beautiful pet... where to start..." she mused, tracing her fingers over my collarbone. "Ah, yes, of course," she murmured, and her lips, warm and loving, took mine in a passionate kiss as her fingertips traced my breasts, teasing at and flickering over my nipples. I gasped, arching happily, the whole of my being focused on her touch, on her love. Her mouth left mine and I pouted, but it fastened itself on one of my nipples shortly afterward, sucking firmly. I cried out, the heat in my sex becoming almost unbearable, and she responded by tweaking my other nipple as she gave another firm suck. I came right there, arching, whimpering, and writhing futilely within my bonds.

When I came to my senses again, I could feel her ankles brushing my biceps, and could smell her sex above me. Still blindfolded, I leaned up, kissing where I had guessed her clit to be. Her quick gasp proved my guess accurate, and she lowered herself so I could more easily reach her with my mouth and tongue. I dragged my tongue broadly over her sex, and, rewarded with a gasp, repeated the action several times before slipping my tongue inside her, exploring. I shivered with need as I tasted her, but continued to quest into her with my tongue.

Encouraged by her moans, I continued my work, thrusting my tongue in and out rhythmically. She whimpered happily, in that way she does when she's almost over the edge herself, and gasped out, "Keep... going... don't stop!" I redoubled my efforts, and was soon rewarded with a gasping, shuddering orgasm and a rush of her nectar. I lapped it up happily, catching a great deal, with much of the remainder coating my face. Not wanting to leave it at that, I caught her clit between my lips while she trembled, sucking lightly. 

My world was focused on her - her gasping moans, the taste of her on my lips, the tightness of my bindings, and the feel of her pussy against my tongue. I threw myself into my task with renewed passion, sucking and licking, nibbling and flicking her clit with my tongue, until she lost control again, her breathing ragged and her cries of pleasure loud.

I sighed contentedly and allowed my head to fall back to the ground, pleased that I had been able to give such pleasure to my Mistress, licking my lips to get more of that wonderful taste. She kissed me tenderly, making appreciative sounds at tasting herself on my lips, then slid down my body, pushing my still-bound legs apart to give her room.

Realizing what she was about to do, I eagerly thanked her, but was distracted once more by her touch, by her lips on my sex. The rest of the world melted away, leaving only lips and tongue on my clit, fingers and tongue in me, the sounds of her thrusting her fingers in and out, curling them into my G-Spot, the steadily rising pleasure she gave me. She kept me on the edge, increasing the pleasure slowly, until finally she drove me over the edge, and I whited out with sheer pleasure.

I must have fallen asleep, because when I came to Mistress had untied me, and was just holding me in her lap, using her breasts as pillows. One arm was holding me gently but firmly, her other hand was idly caressing my cheek and hair, and when I opened my eyes I was overwhelmed by the love I could see in her eyes as she gazed down at me tenderly. 

"I love being Yours, Mistress," I sighed happily.

"I love you being Mine as well, Pet," she replied, leaning down to kiss me. I melted into the kiss, arching to her touch as her hand traced its way down my body, brushing over my damp sex. I shivered and moaned into the kiss as she caressed my pussy, brushing over my clit lightly; she took my lower lip between her lips and sucked gently, sending tingles of pleasure shooting down to my clit, not letting up with her fingers, triggering an arch and a whimper from me. She kept holding me, her mouth on mine and her fingers dancing over my clit, until I came happily, gasping out my love for her.

"Mmm... this is my favorite kind of warming up," I murmured happily afterward, closing my eyes and drifting off in the arms of my friend, my protector, my lover, my mistress.



Warming Up in Winter



It was a freezing cold day. The three girls hurried along to Ashleigh's house, they had been sent home from school early as the heating had broken down and the classrooms were like freezers. They had chosen Ashleigh's house, as they knew that it would be empty and that there would be plenty of alcohol there. By the time they reached the front door, they were all shivering like mad; their nipples were hard and pressed against their school shirts.

"Shit!" Ashleigh yelled as she reached the door.

"What's up, Ash?" Stephanie asked, eager to get in out of the cold.

"I haven't got my keys. I must have forgot to pick them up this morning. I was in a hurry as usual."

"Oh, fuck," Gail moaned. "What are we going to do then? I need to get inside, I'm freezing my tits off out here."

****

Clive had just dropped his girlfriend off at work and pulled up outside the house that they had shared for the last 3 months. Having locked the door of his car, he scurried down the path towards his front door. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed three figures standing on the doorstep of the house next door. He recognised one of them as Ashleigh, who lived there. There could be no mistaking her – the beautiful long blonde hair that came halfway down her back was a give away.

All three of them were dressed in their maroon and grey uniforms and there seemed to be something up.

"Hey, girls," he called, "what's up? What you doing home from school so early?"

The girls turned to see who was calling. Recognising her neighbour, Ashleigh called back.

"School's closed, the heating's bust! We've come here, but I've forgotten my keys and can't get in."

"Well, you can't just stand there in this weather, you'll freeze. Why don't you come in and I'll fix you a warm drink and we'll see if we can get hold of your mum."

Gail and Stephanie looked at Ashleigh, a little unsure. But Ashleigh just shrugged, "We might as well," she said, "he's alright, he's not a weirdo or anything."

"I suppose," Gail agreed, "It's got to be better than standing out here."

The three girls scampered out of one gate and down the path next door, eager to get out of the wind that was biting at their legs. Clive opened the door for them and they went inside, glad to feel the sudden warmth. He closed the door behind them and followed the girls into the front room.

****

Ashleigh made the introductions. "This is Gail and Stephanie, my friends," she told Clive. All three girls were blonde, but were different in many ways. He couldn't help running his eyes over the three girls. Gail was slim, but he couldn't help noticing her fine breasts, which he estimated as being about 34 inches. Stephanie, was slightly larger all round, but also had a fine figure. He had obviously seen Ashleigh before, but noticed now how much shorter she was than her two friends.

He indicated for the girls to sit down and, as they did, he could not help noticing how high their short school skirts rode up their legs. The sight of six lovely thighs poking out of knee-high grey socks, all lined up on his sofa was beginning to turn him on and he felt a slight pang of guilt for thinking that way. He knew that Ashleigh was only 18, and correctly guessed that the other two were the same.

He sat down on the chair opposite, suddenly hoping that he might be able to get a little glimpse of their panties; any feelings of guilt seemed to have disappeared as quickly as they had arrived. Thinking this way had started to make Clive hard and he shifted uncomfortably in his chair.

The growing bulge in his trousers had not gone unnoticed, or certainly not by Ashleigh, who was staring at his crotch and smiling. Realising that her older neighbour (although he was only 24) was getting turned on by the sight of her and her friends in their uniforms was making her horny too. She just couldn't resist commenting.

"That must be uncomfortable," she said, with a wicked grin.

Clive looked up, taking his eyes off of their legs. "What must?" He asked, trying to sound innocent.

"Having a hard-on like that, not able to get out."

Gail and Stephanie giggled; they were used to Ashleigh's way of saying things openly. They knew that she would never hold back with what she was thinking! Ashleigh got up and went and sat beside Clive, putting her hand on his leg.

"Why don't you just get it out?" She asked him smiling, "Let us see what you've got."

Clive was shocked, he certainly hadn't been expecting this, and didn't know quite what to do. His gorgeous 18-year-old neighbour was rubbing his thigh and asking him to get his dick out! And in front of her two equally gorgeous friends! For a moment he couldn't speak, he knew that he should say no, surely it was wrong to be thinking like this, let alone actually letting something happen.

These thoughts also disappeared as quickly as they had come as Ashleigh moved her hand higher and began stroking his shaft through his jeans. Her hand reached up for his zipper, where she paused just long enough to look over at her friends who both nodded encouragingly. Ashleigh slowly pulled open his zip and reached her hand into his pants, where her hand instantly clutched his hot dick and pulled it free from its restraints.

None of the three girls were virgins, but they stared in wonder at Clive's monster. Stephanie smiled, "Fucking hell, it's huge" she murmured. She wasn't wrong either, it must have been almost ten inches long and mightily thick; even Clive was amazed at how hard he was, he couldn't remember ever feeling this turned on.

Ashleigh still had her hand around his shaft, "No wonder I hear your girlfriend screaming at night," she laughed, "having that in your cunt would make anyone scream!"

Clive was shocked to hear Ashleigh use language like that, but all this seemed so unreal to him, he didn't know why he was surprised by anything. Through all this, Gail had sat silently; her beautiful blue eyes fixed on Clive's huge, throbbing member. But, suddenly it was all too much for her; she hadn't had a man's dick for a few months, and could resist no longer. She leapt out of her seat and over to Clive. She almost pushed Ashleigh away and knelt between his legs, grasping his dick in her hand. She began to run her hand up and down the length of his dick, causing him to moan instantly; and he thought that he was going to cum straight away went he felt her tongue begin to lick his sensitive end.

Clive's hands instinctively moved to the back of her head and began to pull her towards him. Gail made no move to pull away; she let his beast gradually slide deeper and deeper into his mouth, running her tongue around his shaft all the time as she began to suck. He didn't know how he was managing to hold back the tingling feeling in his balls, but he was determined not to explode too soon. He wanted to see this gorgeous blonde schoolgirl try to swallow his massive load.

He suddenly became aware of voices and realised that both Stephanie and Ashleigh had moved closer and were encouraging their friend. He began to get the feeling that this was going to be one hell of a day, and as Gail began to slide her mouth up and down his dick he knew that he could hold back no longer. He felt himself erupt and he grabbed hold of Gail's silky blonde hair, causing her to give a slight yelp. He shot load after load into her hungry mouth and was delighted at the way that she attempted to swallow every drop, but it was just too much. When she pulled away, he looked down and saw a long trail of his hot spunk hanging from the corner of her mouth.

This turned him on immensely and he reached down and scooped it off with his finger. He turned and looked at Ashleigh, who opened her mouth expectantly. He let the sticky juice drop into her mouth and smiled as she let it slide down her throat, obviously enjoying the salty taste. The three girls looked at each other as Clive sat back, wondering what he should do. It was Ashleigh who again moved first.

She reached over and pulled his jeans and pants off of his legs completely. Then, sitting herself on his knee, she began to stroke his still-hard dick. Clive looked at her beautifully petite body, hidden only by her incredibly sexy school uniform. Placing his hand on her knee, he began to run his hand up and down her thigh, each stroke getting closer and closer to her ever-dampening pussy.

He was moving far too slowly for Ashleigh though, and she suddenly stood up and unfastened her skirt, letting it drop to the floor. She stood there, wearing a black silky thong, its colour effectively hiding her wetness. She returned herself to Clive's lap, this time her legs straddling his body. His hands instantly moved up to Ashleigh's school blouse. He loosened her tie and pulled it over her head, before almost ripping open her buttons.

Ashleigh was wearing a bra that was a mixture of blue, green and yellow, yet was also strangely transparent. He gazed longingly at the red, erect nipples that were pressing against the thin material. Noticing the expression on his face, she reached behind her and freed her small, but beautifully firm breasts to him. He leaned forward, running his hands all over her young body, and began to plant sensuous kisses on every inch of her tits.

It wasn't long before his lips were firmly sealed around one of Ashleigh's nipples, sending her into an ecstasy of her own. She now had both hands clamped around his dick, but this wasn't enough; he was hungry for cunt, and was determined to get it. He ran his hands down Ashleigh's back until he reached the lacy top of her skimpy panties. She raised her buttocks slightly, allowing him to slide them over her hips, down her legs and to the floor.

Clive was still thinking that he must be dreaming. Here he was, his beautiful eighteen-year-old neighbour, naked except for her grey knee-high socks, straddled across his lap. And all the time, her two best friends were; well, what were they doing? He pulled away from suckling Ashleigh's nipple and looked over her shoulder towards the sofa. The sight before him was too much and he was sure that it made his dick lengthen still further.

Stephanie and Gail, both down to their underwear were kissing each other deeply. Stephanie was wearing a matching blue bra and thong, whilst Gail had red underwear covering her tanned skin. Stephanie's legs were wide open and her left hand had slipped beneath her panties, where it was rubbing furiously at her clit. Meanwhile, her right hand was giving her friend similar treatment. The sights and sounds from his sofa made Clive more and more desperate for one of these blonde pussies.

He placed his hands under Ashleigh's buttocks and lifted her young body until his dick was placed at the entrance to her slit. He began to rub his swollen end across her swollen pussy lips, delighting at the sensation caused by her fluffy pubes. They both began to moan and they kissed, Clive tasting the lingering remains of his own cum. Suddenly, he removed his hands, causing Ashleigh to become fully impaled on his monster dick. She screamed in a combination of pain and pleasure. She was no virgin, but she had never felt anything quite like this before. As Clive began to get a rhythm going, she felt like her insides were going to burst; he, meanwhile, delighted in her tightness.

As he slid, his shaft rubbed across the end of Ashleigh's engorged clit, quickly bringing her to the verge of orgasm. He worked furiously on her nipples, circling them with his tongue and rolling them gently between his teeth. It wasn't long before he felt her already tight young fanny begin to close around his dick and her breathing became shallower. He responded by pumping quicker, realising that he too was close to coming. Suddenly they pulled each other's bodies tightly to them. Clive moaned loudly and Ashleigh screamed as they both reached orgasm at the same moment, their bodies becoming one.

Feeling himself soften, Clive lifted Ashleigh's exhausted body off of him and sat her on the chair, spreading her legs wide. He knelt in front of her, admiring the sight of her beautiful young cunt, still dripping with a mixture of her juices and his own. He placed his head between her thighs, and licked up the sweet excess juices. The feeling of his tongue, quickly brought Ashleigh back to a heightened state and she began to gasp.

He was loving the taste of Ashleigh's fanny, but the noises coming from the sofa were too much, he lifted his head and looked at Gail and Stephanie, who were now fingering each other furiously, both seemed to be on the verge of coming. Replacing his tongue with Ashleigh's hand, Clive moved over to the other two girls. Squeezing himself between them, he turned to the lovely Stephanie and kissed her, their tongue's entwining. He reached around her back and expertly unclasped her bra, as he slid the straps off of her shoulders, her beautiful young breasts swung free; her nipples standing proud.

Gail had removed her hand from Stephanie's panties and Clive soon replaced it with his. His fingers were almost sucked up by her sopping pussy and he immediately felt her swollen clit. He began to gently tickle the tip of it as he moved his mouth to her swollen pink nipples. These two actions seemed to do the trick for Stephanie. Her body began to tremble and her gasps turned to moans and then to screams. He felt the walls of her cunt tighten around his fingers and her whole body was rocked by the most intense orgasm she had experienced.

As she came, Clive slid lower down her body, almost ripping her panties off of her body as he did so. Beside them, Gail's moans were becoming louder as she brought herself closer and closer to orgasm. He was, by now, rock hard again and his dick was crying out for more attention. Lifting himself to Gail's face, he kissed her, again tasting the remains of his own love juice in her mouth. It wasn't long before he had her sweet young breasts and pussy exposed too. He was determined that it was to him that finally made Gail come.

Exhausted by the sheer power of her orgasm, Stephanie had slipped onto the floor. Taking advantage of this, Clive spread himself along the length of the sofa. Gail soon got the idea and positioned herself on top and began to gently lower herself onto his glorious dick. She wasn't sure that she would be able to go all the way, it was so huge, but Clive, who had been fondling her tits, moved his hands to her shoulders and thrust her downwards. She gave a cry as she felt herself stretched to the limit, filled with a length and depth that she had never experienced before.

Placing his hands on her hips, Clive managed to encourage Gail into getting and maintaining a steady rhythm. Each time she slid downwards, she gave a mixture of a gasp and a squeal. Looking up to see what was happening, Stephanie decided to return to the action. Picking herself up from the floor, she got onto the sofa, placing her thighs either side of Clive's head. She loved to have her pussy licked and wasn't about to waste this opportunity. More than happy to oblige, he began to run his tongue along the length of her slit, occasionally flicking it over her clit.

Meanwhile, Ashleigh had begun to recover. Seeing how close Gail was to finally letting go, she moved and stood beside her, taking her erect right nipple into her mouth. That was it, Gail could hold back no longer. Her body began to shake as if an earthquake had hit it and she reached out and grabbed her friend's long hair to steady herself. Throwing her head back, she let out a scream that could have woken the dead as Clive pumped another load of hot spunk into her. She may have been the last of the three girls to come, but there was no doubt that it had been the most intense orgasm of them all.

Gail was close to passing out and Ashleigh helped her friend to the floor. Stephanie was in dreamland, so enjoying Clive's attentions that she was biting her lip to try to stop herself coming – she wanted this to last as long as possible. He had other ideas though. Hers was now the only cunt that he had not filled and he had not softened at all, despite filling Gail. He gently pushed Stephanie across his chest and stomach, indicating that it was her turn to ride. As she positioned herself, Clive sat up and began to caress and kiss her young tits and nipples. They both pushed together and Clive's massive dick slowly slid into her.

Ashleigh was beginning to feel neglected, so, putting her hands on Clive's shoulders, she eased him back down onto the sofa. Climbing onto him, she placed herself exactly as Stephanie had done before. His dick was busy, but she was happy to settle for tongue.

Clive had begun to lose track. He wasn't sure who was doing what, but he could feel a tight young cunt sliding along the length of his dick and he was aware of another at his mouth. He didn't really care; his tongue instinctively began to explore Ashleigh's gash, causing her face and chest to develop the familiar blush almost immediately. He could hear Stephanie's cries getting louder again and his balls were beginning to tingle. Almost in slow motion, the three of them came together; Clive shooting his juice into Stephanie as Ashleigh shot hers over his face.

Clive was almost in a daze as he sat up, disentangling himself from the bodies of the two schoolgirls. All four of them were shattered, but immensely satisfied. They sat together for a while, stroking and fondling each other, all of them thinking their own thoughts. They were suddenly roused from their dreamy state by the sound of a car door slamming outside.

Ashleigh was first to respond as usual and she ran to the window.

"Fuck, it's Mum." She shouted. "I didn't realise we'd been at it for so long!"

"Hurry up," Clive told them, "get your clothes on."

Hurriedly, the three girls put on their uniforms and straightened their hair. Clive suddenly felt a little awkward. What happened now? The girls made it easy for him, each giving him a quick kiss before heading to the door.

"Hold on," he called, "do you think the school will have the heating fixed tomorrow?"

Gail looked at him and smiled, "I hope not," she said.

(If you enjoyed this story, make sure that you also check out Stacey and Emma; Carol vs. Samantha; and Michaela's lesson. I think you'll enjoy them too…) 



Warming Up The Lakers



This story is written by both Dice Casden and Kristi as part of the D&K Universe

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Prior to the start of the May 25, 2009 edition of Monday Night RAW; where the show would later be emanating live from the STAPLES Center in Los Angeles, California, after the WWE was forced out of Denver, Colorado's Pepsi Center by the owner of the NBA Denver Nuggets, E. Stan Kroenke. The night would be highlighted with the confrontation between WWE's Chairman, Mr. McMahon, and the Nuggets Owner, E. Stan Kroenke, as well as the most anticipated main event match featuring a five on five tag team match, where the WWE Lakers would take on the WWE Nuggets. 

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Inside of the women's locker room at the STAPLES Center, the locker room for the most part is vacant with the exception of the stunning, irresistible, mischievous identical twin sisters, Brie and Nikki Bella. Brie Bella, dressed in a short red skirt and a tight fitting red top, sits at the make up counter inside of the locker room, looking into the mirror at her reflection as she applies blush to her cheeks. 

"Hey Brie..." Nikki, dressed in a similar styled short skirt and tight fitting top however blue, says as she walks up behind her more innocent sister, Brie. 

"What Nik?" Brie asks with a light laugh as she turns to glance over her shoulder at Nikki. 

Nikki mischievously smiles as she turns to lean against the make up counter to look directly at Brie. "I've got a killer idea, Brie!" 

"Which usually means trouble..." Brie replies, scrunching her nose up slightly. 

Nikki sighs and sits on the edge of the make up counter, "Not trouble Brie, fun!" Nikki says with a mischievous laugh. 

"I hate ask...but what do you have in mind?" Brie asks with an innocent smile.

"Well....you know how you like basketball players? Like completely have the hots for them?" Nikki says with a smirk. 

Brie raises an eyebrow and blushes a bit as she looks at Nikki "Yeah...what about it?"

"Well..." Nikki says as she presses her lips together. "There's that big main event match tonight and I was thinking we could help our Lakers with a little pre-game warm-up."

Brie nervously bites down on her bottom lip. "I don't know Nik...I mean, what if someone catches us?"

Nikki rolls her eyes and sighs "So what! It'll be fun! And besides...you've always wanted to fuck a basketball player...and what better than possibly fucking three of them?" 

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Outside of the Superstars locker room at the STAPLES Center, Brie and Nikki Bella are standing out in the hallway after Nikki was successful in encouraging Brie to go along with her idea of warming up the WWE's Lakers team. 

"Go ahead...knock, what are you waiting for?" Nikki asks with a sly smirk. Brie Bella takes a deep breath and nods her head before she forms her right hand into a fist and gently knocks on the closed locker room door before she and Nikki patiently wait.

After a few moments, John Cena, wearing jean shorts and a LA Lakers' home jersey along with a headband, opens the locker room door. John smiles as he sees Nikki and Brie, "Hey girls, what's up?" John asks.

Nikki Bella slyly smirks and narrows her eyes "Damn...all in the proper gear too Brie..." Nikki says as she glances next to her identical twin sister as she stands side by side. 

Brie Bella nervously lowers her head and bites down on her bottom lip. "Hi John..." Brie says softly.

John looks at Brie and then at Nikki, "Ok, I think I know who's who... what can I do for you Nikki?" John asks as he looks at Nikki directly. 

"Hey who's out there John?" Montel Vontavious Porter asks as walks over to the door. MVP is wearing a pair black warm-up pants and his own LA Lakers' home jersey.

Nikki smirks and approvingly nods her head "See Brie...I told you this was a good idea..." Nikki says with a mischievous laugh. 

Brie blushes as she lifts her head to look up at John Cena and now MVP as well. "Can...we come in?" Brie innocently asks.

"Sure ladies..." MVP says as he speaks for himself and John Cena.

John nods his head and steps back away from the doorway and then looks the right, "Hey Dave... put some shorts on..." John Cena says as the Bellas enter the locker room. "

Why?" Batista asks as pulls on a pair of golden colored shorts so that he's completely dressed in the LA Lakers home uniform.

Nikki bites down on her bottom lip and seductively narrows her eyes as she immediately sets her sights on Batista "That's what I'm talking about..." Nikki says, licking her lips before she nudges Brie slightly. "Tell them why we're here Brie!" Nikki eagerly snaps. 

Brie shyly lowers her head and shifts her feet "I don't know Nik..."

MVP closes the locker room door, "You know... I don't really mind not knowing why you are here... cause you sure have improved the room a bit..." MVP says. 

John laughs a bit, "That's a new record..." John says as he comments on how quickly MVP started to flirt with the Bellas.

Nikki Bella impatiently rolls her eyes and turns away from Brie to face the three talented Superstars in the locker room dressed in LA Lakers gear. "I have no problem telling you all...you see, Brie, she loves basketball players...definitely hot!" Nikki laughs "And well...we want to fuck you three..."

Batista smirks a bit, "I don't see no problem with that..." Batista says as he checks out Nikki Bella. 

"Neither do I..." MVP adds with a smile. 

John Cena smirks, "Well I'm not going to turn down something like that... even if I worked for the Denver Nuggets..." John says jokingly.

Brie Bella nervously rubs her lips together and cutely laughs "You guys really want to?" Brie innocently asks. 

"Of course they do, Brie!" Nikki Bella replies with a sigh before she steps forward, away from Brie, to approach MVP, John Cena and Batista. "So...there's three of you and two of us...who wants Brie and who wants me?" Nikki asks with a seductive smirk.

"I think I'll take Nikki..." Batista says after thinking about it for a few moments. 

"You know... I kinda like how you're so shy Brie..." John smiles as he starts to move towards Brie. 

"Damn... talk about a tough choice..." MVP say before he notices Brie is checking him out more than Nikki is, "But I'll go with Brie...this time..." MVP says.

Brie Bella blushes and shyly lowers her head once again as she cutely sways her hips from side to side as John Cena and MVP approach the sweet twin sister. Meanwhile, the more mischievous and devious twin sister, Nikki Bella, eagerly makes her approach towards the powerful "Animal" Batista. Nikki slyly narrows her eyes as she steps up to him and runs her hands against his muscular arms. "I've always wondered how'd you size up..."

Batista smirks, "I 'size' up better than most..." Batista says as Nikki moves her hands from the top of his muscular arms down to his hands before bringing them to his waist. Nikki grits her teeth as she seductively looks up at Batista as she moves her hands against the waistline of his shorts. Nikki licks her lips as she kneels down onto the floor and starts to pull his basketball shorts down from his waist. Batista's hardening and nicely thick cock is soon freed from his basketball shorts as Nikki lowers them from his waist. The Animal lifts his legs one to completely step out of the shorts while he remains wearing the Lakers jersey. Nikki slyly glances up at Batista as she places her left hand around the base of Batista's hardening, thick cock and starts to smoothly stroke his shaft with her hand before she leans her head forward and teasingly slaps her tongue against the thick head of his cock.

"Ahhhh..." Batista moans as Nikki strokes his cock with her left hand as she works her tongue playfully around the head of his rock hard cock. Nikki leans her head closer to Batista's incredibly long and thick cock before she opens her sly mouth and greedily takes the top half of Batista's cock into her nicely wet, perfectly warm mouth.

"Mmmmm..." Batista groans as Nikki begins to bob her head smoothly along the length of his cock as she keeps her left hand moving on the lower half of his dick.

"Mmmmmm..." Nikki Bella seductively moans as she smoothly bobs her head up and down on Batista's large cock, her soft and pouty lips brushing smoothly against his shaft. "Mmmmm...ohhhh..." Nikki moans louder as she bobs her head repeatedly on his cock.

Meanwhile, MVP is sitting on a locker room bench as Brie kneels in front of him while she is bobbing her head on his cock while behind her John Cena is easing his large cock into her tight wet pussy. "Mmmmm... " John moans as he starts to thrust his cock in and out of Brie's pussy after pushing it half-way into her.

"Mmmmmmm!" Brie Bella sweetly moans as she wraps her soft lips tightly around MVP's cock as she feels John's large cock sliding into her pussy from behind. Brie innocently looks up at MVP as she smoothly lifts and lowers her head on his cock, dragging her tongue against the bottom side of his shaft, as she starts to rock lightly on her knees when John starts thrusting into her.

"Ohhhh yeah.... ahhhh..." MVP moans as Brie lifts and lowers her head at a nice pace on his stiff black cock. John Cena places his hands on Brie's slender waist as he thrusts his large cock in and out of Brie's pussy from behind.

"Mmmmmmmm...mmmmm..." Brie softly moans as she bobs her head up and down on MVP's nicely thick cock as she slaps her tongue playfully against his shaft. Brie starts to bob her head at a quicker pace on MVP's cock as John Cena starts to thrust is cock deeper into her pussy from behind causing her adorable ass to press against his muscular waist.

Meanwhile, with Batista laying on the other locker room bench as the naughty Nikki Bella rocks back and forth on his rock hard cock. "Ahhhhh... mmmm..." Batista groans as he puts his hands onto Nikki's waist to begin lifting her up and down on his shaft.

Nikki licks her lips and locks her slyly seductive eyes with Batista as she bounces up and down on his shaft, buried deep inside of her pussy, while she rocks her curved and stunning body on his cock. "Ohhhh...ohhhh yeah!" Nikki moans as she slides her hands against his muscular chest.

"Ahhhh fuck... mmmm..." Batista groans as he thrusts his cock upward into Nikki's pussy as she bounces up and down on his thick, rock hard shaft.

"Ohhhh...mmmm yeah...you like that, don't you?" Nikki lustfully moans as she tosses her head back and rakes her fingernails against his muscular chest as she smoothly rocks back and forth, swaying her gorgeous body perfectly.

Meanwhile, MVP is laying on the locker room bench with Brie on top of his cock while John Cena is still behind her, this time thrusting his cock in and out of her ass. "Ohhh yeah... mmmm nothing like a little two on one..." MVP groans as Brie leans forward so that her body is pressing against his while she rocks between him and John.

Brie Bella bites down on her bottom lip and closes her eyes as she sharply rocks forward on MVP's cock as John Cena deeply pumps his cock into her tight asshole from behind, causing her to sharply move on MVP's cock. "Ohhhhh...ohhhh yeah...mmm...you guys are so hot!" Brie cutely moans.

"Ahhhhh shit... mmmm damn Brie... you got one hell of an ass..." John Cena moans as he thrusts his cock deeply into Brie Bella's asshole. MVP places his hands on Brie's thighs as he raises his lower body to drive his cock up into her pussy.

"Ohhhhhh! Ohhhhhh yeah..." Brie moans as she lowers her head and softly kisses MVP's lips as she rocks forward quickly on his cock from John Cena deeply pumping his cock into her tight asshole from behind, causing her juicy ass to smack against his nicely muscular waist.

Meanwhile, Batista is standing up with Nikki Bella impaled on his cock. With Nikki's hands on his shoulder and her legs wrapped around his waist, The Animal is pumping his rock hard shaft deeply into her hot pussy, "Ahhhhh awww... mmmm fuck yeah..." Batista grunts as he fucks the mischievous Bella twin.

"Ohhhhh! Ohhhh fuck! Ohhhh yeah! Ohhhh fuck that pussy!" Nikki Bella lustfully moans as she roughly bounces up and down on his cock, while Batista deeply and quickly throws his cock up into her pussy.

"Ahhhhh... ohhh fuck... mmmm..." Batista moans as he drives his cock roughly into Nikki's pussy as she rocks and thrusts herself downward on his cock.

Nikki grinds her wet pussy down on Batista's cock as he deeply pumps his shaft up into her pussy as he powerfully bounces her on his cock as he stands "Ohhhh...mmmm...you want my sister now, big guy?"

"Sure...." Batista groans his reply as he proceeds to slow down his thrusts to lift Nikki Bella off of his cock.

Nikki licks her lips as she stands up and tosses her gorgeous hair back as watches MVP and John Cena working over her twin sister Brie. "Hmmm...do I want one or both?" Nikki says with a smirk as she looks at John Cena and MVP.

Batista smirks, "She had both..." Batista says while John Cena has pulls his cock out of Brie's asshole and helps her off of MVP.

Nikki slyly smirks at Batista "I don't care what she has...it's what I want..." Nikki teasingly laughs as she licks her lips. "You like working solo or do you want to share my sister?"

"I like pounding chicks solo..." Batista replies as he starts to walk over to where Brie is as Brie is whispering something to MVP and Cena, who after a few moments start to head over to Nikki.

Nikki presses her lips together and narrows her eyes as she watches John Cena and MVP approach her "Funny...cause I like taking on more than one guy..." Nikki laughs in reply to Batista as he already is near Brie.

John smiles at Nikki as he and MVP walk towards her, "Hey Nikki... Brie was thinking we give you a little full court pressure..." John says as he and MVP now stand in front of Nikki Bella.

Nikki Bella smirks slyly as she glances down at the hard, thick cocks of John Cena and MVP. "Have I mentioned how correct my sister is?" Nikki asks with a laugh before she licks her sly lips and kneels down in front of John Cena.

"Not yet..." John says as Nikki wraps her left hand around his cock while MVP moves around Nikki to kneel behind her.

"Well...she knows exactly what I love..." Nikki Bella replies with a sly smirk as she smoothly strokes her left hand around John Cena's impressive cock before she guides his shaft into her hot, wet mouth. "Mmmmm..." Nikki seductively moans as she tastes his rock hard cock inside of her hot, wet mouth. Wrapping her lips perfectly around his cock and begins to smoothly bob her head along Cena's impressive cock.

"Now this is ballin'..." MVP says with a smirk as guides his cock into Nikki Bella's hot pussy as she is steadily bobbing her head on John Cena's large cock. 

Meanwhile, Batista has Brie Bella bent over the locker room bench as he is pumping his rock hard shaft in and out of her pussy, "Ahhhhh... mmm..." Batista grunts as Brie pushes back lightly as he fucks her.

"Ohhhhhh...ohhhhh shit...ohhhh!" Brie Bella cutely moans and grits her teeth as she is roughly jerked back by the powerful Batista as he drives his cock deeply into her tight, sweet pussy from behind, causing her adorable ass to smack against his muscular waist as he fucks her over the locker room bench.

"Mmmmm ahhhh yeah... ahhh..." Batista grunts and moans as he drives his cock all the way into Brie's hot, tight pussy with increasing force.

Brie Bella closes her eyes as she places her hands onto the locker room bench for support as she pushes back against Batista's intensely thrusting cock. "Ohhhh...ohhhh shit. Ohhh!"

Meanwhile, John Cena is behind Nikki with his cock inside of her ass while MVP is standing in front of her with his cock in her pussy. Both Superstars press their bodies against Nikki ass he rocks between them as they sandwich fuck her while standing, "Ohhhh fuck yeah... mmmm damn!" MVP moans as Nikki wraps her legs around his waist as he pumps his cock into her.

Nikki slyly grits her teeth and smirks back over her shoulder at John Cena as she rocks back on his cock as he thrusts her forward against MVP's cock inside of her pussy. "Mmmm yeah...you hot boys love fucking me, don't you?!" Nikki lustfully moans.

"Mmmmm you don't hear us complain' do ya?" MVP smirks as he increases the pace of his thrusts as he deeply fucks Nikki's pussy. 

"Mmmmm fuck... ahhh..." John groans as he shoves his shaft deeply into Nikki's ass with each of his thrusts.

"Ohhhhhh...mmm fuck! Ohhhhh!" Nikki moans, tilting her head back as she grinds her perfectly curved and shaped body between John Cena and MVP as both Superstars deeply slam their cocks into her ass and pussy.

Meanwhile, Brie Bella is laying on the locker room bench as Batista stands next to it while he's holding her lower body up by the waist as he drives his cock into her pussy. Brie manages to get her legs wrapped around Batista's muscular waist. "Ahhh... mmmm fuck... ahhh..." Batista moans as he slams his cock into Brie's pussy.

"Ohhhhh...ohhhhh....ohhhhh!" Brie moans loudly as her body shakes and her juicy tits bounces as the intense "Animal" Batista jackhammers his cock into her pussy as he grips her slender waist tightly.

"Ahhh yeah... mmmm fuck you love that... yeah ahhh..." Batista grunts and groans as sweat drips down his face as he drives his cock roughly into Brie's tight wet cunt.

"Ohhhhhh! Ohhhh yeah! Mmmmmm so good!" Brie moans as she lightly rocks against Batista's downward thrusting shaft as she presses her gorgeous legs around his muscular waist tighter and begins to grind her pussy against his shaft.

Meanwhile, Nikki Bella is straddling the face of John Cena who is licking her pussy as she leans forward to suck his cock. MVP is behind Nikki and he's easing his large black dick into Nikki's asshole, "Mmmm shit..." MVP grits his teeth as he Nikki rocks back to quickly get MVP's shaft further into her ass.

"Mmmmmmmm!" Nikki groans as she places her hands onto John Cena's muscular legs and pleasurably twists her dark haired head on his cock as she smoothly bobs her head up and down on his impressive cock, while the former WWE Champ works his skilled tongue against her pussy. Nikki lightly rocks on his face, causing her to push back against MVP's cock as he sits by John Cena's head and thrusts into Nikki's ass.

"Mmmm! Mmmm!" John Cena moans as he laps his tongue against Nikki's pussy as she lifts and drops her head repeatedly on his huge cock. John begins to thrust his shaft upward so that the head of his cock hits the back of Nikki's throat as she blows him. 

"Ahhh yeah... mmm..." MVP grunts as he pumps his dick in and out of Nikki's ass as she eagerly rocks back against him.

"Mmmmm! Mmmmmm!" Nikki slyly and seductively groans as she slides her wet tongue around John Cena's cock as she rapidly bobs her head as he deeply pushes his cock further into her hot mouth. As Nikki sharply rocks back on John Cena's face, she starts to bounces lightly on his head, causing MVP's ballsack to smack against John's forehead while he continues to thrust into her tight asshole.

Meanwhile Batista is laying on the locker room bench with Brie mounted on his cock that's deep inside of her ass. Brie is leaning back with her hands on Batista's chest as 'The Animal' holds onto her waist to lift her up and down on his thick cock. "Ahhhh fuck...mmmm shit..." Batista grunts as his cock starts to throb inside of Brie's asshole. Brie Bella leans her head back and closes her eyes as she bounces smoothly up and down on Batista's cock, impaled deeply in her asshole as he aggressively starts to bounce her and thrust his cock up into her.

"Ahhhhh shit.... ahhhhh awwww!" Batista moans loudly as he starts to cum inside of Brie's asshole as he bounces her wildly on his pistoning and cum spitting shaft. Brie gently licks her soft, pouty lips as she smoothly rocks back on his exploding cock as his warm and thick cum sprays into her.




Warming Up The Lakers



Meanwhile, Nikki Bella is bent over in front of John Cena who is fucking her hot pussy with deep thrusts as she sucks MVP's big black dick. "Ohhh yeah Nikki... mmm..." MVP moans as Nikki puts her hands on his waist as she takes his pulsating cock deeper into her mouth.

"Mmmmm! Mmmmmm!" Nikki Bella groans as she tightly presses her lips around MVP's cock as she grips his muscular waist while she rapidly bobs her head, sucking his cock, while she rocks on her feet in order to push back against John Cena's incredibly thick cock, fucking her pussy.

"Ahhhhh... ahhhh... ahhhh..." John Cena moans as he drives his now throbbing, thick cock in and out of Nikki's wet pussy. 

"Ohhhh fuck... ahhhh..." MVP moans as he starts to cum inside of Nikki's mouth as she deep throats his shaft.

"Mmmmmm..." Nikki lustfully moans as she turns her head smoothly on MVP's cock as she tastes his warm and salty cum filling her talented mouth. Nikki lightly bobs her head on his throbbing shaft as she milks the cum from his shaft.

"Ohhh yeah... damn..." MVP moans as Nikki milks his erupting cock with her highly skilled mouth. John Cena grits his teeth as he continues to fuck Nikki's pussy with his throbbing cock.

"Ahhhh... mmmm ahhh... ahhh... "John grunts slightly as he pulls his cock out of Nikki's wet pussy just as Brie comes over.

Brie Bella cutely licks her lips and crouches down onto her knees in front of John Cena. "No...John...give it to me!" Brie Bella cutely says as she looks up at John, licking her soft lips.

"All right..." John smiles at Brie as he wraps his right hand around his pulsating cock to stroke it. Brie scoots a bit closer to him as Nikki lifts her head off of MVP's cock. Nikki turns her head just in time to see John Cena shooting a thick streams of cum onto Brie's beautiful face. Brie cutely laughs and licks her lips as John Cena's warm cum sprays on her beautiful face and begins to immediately drip.

"Ahhhhh fuck...." John groans as he stroke his cock a few more time until he's completely finished cumming. Nikki Bella slyly crawls over towards her identical twin sister Brie and kneels down next to her. Nikki slyly smirks at John Cena before smirking at her sister Brie before she leans over and starts to lick the cum of John Cena off of Brie's face.

"Damn...." John Cena says with an amazed smile as he sees Nikki cleaning Brie's face with her tongue. 

MVP licks his lips, "Man I love twins..." MVP says as he gives his comments on Nikki collecting Cena's cum.

Batista raises an eyebrow, "That's something new... good thing Jerry isn't here... he would have a heart attack..."

Nikki Bella perfectly collects the thick load of John Cena's cum with her skilled tongue and opens her mouth to show off the cum to John Cena, MVP and Batista. Nikki slyly raises an eyebrow before she turns to Brie and leans in to shockingly and lustfully kiss her identical twin sister. "MMMMMM!" Brie moans in surprise as Nikki places her hands on Brie's shoulders to hold her steady as she pushes Cena's cum into Brie's mouth.

"Damn!" MVP, John Cena and Batista all say at the same time as they watch Nikki feed John Cena's cum into Brie's mouth.

Nikki slowly breaks the kisses and slides her wet tongue against Brie's pouty, slightly cum coated lips before she turns her head and slyly smirks back at John Cena, Batista and MVP. "What?" Nikki asks with a smirk. Brie Bella blushes and lowers her head after being forced into a kiss by her own sister and forced to swallow John's cum.

"Nothing..." MVP says with a smile. 

"That was different..." Batista says. 

John Cena takes the longest time to say anything, "Well... I don't know about you guys...but I'm in the mood to kick the Nuggets asses all over the Staples Center..." Cena says.

****** 

A short time later after showering and getting dressed on the WWE Lakers' locker room, Brie and Nikki are stepping out into the hallway, "That was a lot of fun... John and Montel are such hunks... and Dave... was... wow..." Brie says cutely as she adjusts her tight fitting red top.

Nikki Bella turns her head and slyly smirks at her sister Brie. "John and Montel were all over me..." Nikki says confidently.

"They were all over me first..." Brie smiles cutely, "I'm so glad we did this..." Brie adds despite her earlier reluctance to go along with Nikki's plan.

"See...I knew you'd like this Brie..." Nikki replies with mischievous laugh.

"Uh-oh... I know that laugh..." Brie says with a raised eyebrow, "What are you thinking up now?" Brie asks worriedly.

"Well..." Nikki mischievously raises an eyebrow and glances at Brie "We did help the Lakers warm up..." Nikki then cutely and slyly pouts her lips together. "It'd be a shame to leave out the Nuggets..."

"Ummmm I don't know..." Brie says as Nikki slyly puts her arm around her before having her walk with her down the hallway.

"Oh come on Brie...it'll be so fun and naughty..."



Warming Up the Tropics



Anticipation is so delightful, like a jolt of adrenaline when I know I'm going to do something naughty. It makes me feel incredibly alive.

I'm Sarah....36, sales rep for a pharmaceutical company on the east coast. It gives me an opportunity to travel, sometimes with my boyfriend, sometimes alone. Either way, it also gives me a chance to be in places nobody knows me. Nice places. Warm places, where I can usually find a way to do the things that make me feel sexy and wild. So this afternoon as I'm catching a bit of sun by the pool at my hotel, I'm buzzing inside with anticipation about what might happen as the evening comes.

I stretch my lean body, thankful that I've taken good care of it, and aware of how often the eyes of people around me settle on it. 5'9", with long, strong legs that are toned by constant exercise, and that spread so fully wide when I'm ready. Light brown/blondish hair that falls straight, swingy and soft against my shouldertops if I brush it out, or swings in a saucy ponytail that makes me look years younger. My skin is nicely tanned, with only the slimmest of lines from my tiny thong bikini and the narrow triangles that just cover my dark brown areolas and over-long thick nipples. My tongue slides lazily over my full lips and I smile to myself thinking about how delicious it is to let myself show on the lounger by the pool. 

My areolas pucker with little bumps and my nipples harden further, pushing in a clearly visible way against the semi-sheer white bikini top. My breasts are C cups, and still stand firmly out from my chest in a way that leaves me able to dress wilthout a bra. They are shaped in almost a sloping, pointy way rather than round, with my nipples tilting a little upward and a little out. God how I love my nipples! They have always been super sensitive, and larger than my girlfriends' nipples. I loved watching them grow when I was a teenager, loved how they were hard to hide, even behind a bra, and when I masturbate, which is often, I most always spend time caressing them, feeling the incredible surge straight to my pussy when my nipples are teased. Nipples....ohhhh why is it that I can't stop thinking about my own darkish red thick rubbery nipples!!!

Those thoughts ran through my mind as I lay there, occasionally looking around through dark sunglasses, noticing the constant gaze of a good looking guy a few chairs to my right, and I again felt that surge of anticipation move through my body, making those nipples more erect, and urging a bit of woman juice to begin sliding through that inner tube, all the way to my outer lips. I rubbed my knees together, wondering if any wetness was showing through my thin white bikini. I had removed the liner, so only the slightest of fabric covered me, and I could feel it clinging to my full pouty lips. They were shaved clean, smooth, with just a trimmed vertical strip of light brown pubic hair leading upward from them, maybe 2 inches or so, and when I opened one knee a little, to look, I could see that the nylon was clinging to them, outlining them perfectly for whoever might notice. My lips are wide and full, like a mouth slightly open, begging to be kissed, and my clitoris pokes out just a little from a prominent hood at the top. Now, as I let myself become more aroused, I could almost see its shape as well, as if it wanted to beckon to my admirer, calling him over for company. I giggled a little to myself.....what a girl, so out of control when her body begins to take over, and here, in a vacationland paradise, I'm so ready to let it happen.

I let one hand slide to my bare stomach, warm in the sun, as I pretended to continue reading my magazine. Fingernails just caressing myself, a little lower, far below my tanned navel, to the top of the triangle of fabric that barely covered me. The side strings crossed my flanks to connect with the thong string in back, and almost gave the impression of nakedness when viewed from the side. I let the leg nearest him move off my lounger chair, and open slightly, lifting the other knee up, and absent mindedly scratching the inner part of my thigh there. I noticed him adjusting his posture, trying to hide the growing bulge in his suit, and the thought that just looking at me was making him hard only added to my excitement.

"Ahem...." I heard a soft voice from behind my shoulder...."You are showing a little, Aunt Sarah..."... and then a giggle. 

Part of the reason for my vacation was a graduation present for my niece, Jennifer, who was just turning 18. Jennifer and I had been such good friends for as long as she could talk, and as she grew up, finding that her mother wasn't very comfortable talking about all the things a girl should learn and know, I became her confidant. She would visit often, and sometimes stay at my summer house on a lake for a week. Since my divorce some years ago, I've been fancy free to live my life as I please, and a good job has made it easy to be a little luxurious. Jennifer is a very free spirit, curious, smart, with an athletic body that has developed nicely. Her hair is a little darker than mine, also straight and swingy, past her shoulders. Her sparkly blue eyes dance when she is feeling frisky, which was right then as I turned to look at her. As she had developed breasts, we talked about bra styles and other girl lingerie things, and it became a sort of standing joke between us to say if we were "showing a little too much". 

It began with comparisons, I suppose....she was so curious about her budding breasts at first, and how big they would get......would they be as big as mine someday?....And since sunbathing topless was a habit of mine, she wondered why her nipples weren't as dark as mine, or as thick and long. I told her that they would grow, of course, and they did. Now she is not quite as large as I am, a full B cup, maybe more, and quite proud of the way her tan/pink nipples stand out, not as thick as mine, but every bit as long. 

We had good talks about some of her girlfriends. and how all girls are different, some so very small, some huge, and about how they change, and how they feel when they are touched, and what kinds of bras to wear when you want them to show a little, and when not. That was the thing, I guess. Like me, she isn't shy about her body at all, and enjoys letting it show in an easy, unassuming way. 

That, and her natural way of full body hugs, no holding back the front to front body contact whenever she hugged anyone, it seemed. I had to remind her that as she grew older, it would have a definite effect on boys, and maybe even on some other girls, to allow herself to show through, and to let her body be so open to contact. She smiled with awareness, and said that she has learned a little about that already, and that it doesn't bother her....in fact, it excites her a little to know that someone might be seeing, or feeling....innocently, of course. And so we reminded each other, sometimes in a teasing way, sometimes for social correctness, but always with a fun and accepting attitude. 

Jennifer had asked lots of questions over time, questions that became more and more sexual, because she said her mother just wouldn't talk about some things.......we talked about her period, when it started, about masturbating, which her mother would NEVER talk with her about, and about some of her high school girlfriends who "experimented" with each other sometimes. I told her that I had done that as well, and that it isn't harmful as long as nobody is being forced or being used unfairly. Of course we talked about boys and being safe and all that, and she was so curious about things her friends mentioned, like how to give a boy a good "blow job". Jennifer seemed at first just so innocent and curious, and grateful to have someone she could come to openly. As time went on, and I somehow felt the daring creep into me, I let my language become more direct, deeper into the details. She would giggle with me sometimes as we talked, then I could see her thinking, letting the ideas simmer in her mind. 

The sense of intimacy overwhelmed me sometimes, and I had to hide some darker thoughts. I never told her that I had been actively bisexual in high school and college, enjoying all the delights that girls can give to each other, as well as with boys. But somehow I think she knew, and had a way of letting me know that I was still "OK" in her eyes. When she told me that she had given her first blow job to her boyfriend, and actually enjoyed swallowing it, I knew that whatever boundaries we might have had were gone, and we could share our common sense of erotic delight. 

So this was a special trip for us, a week at a seaside resort where nobody knows us, and secretly I wondered how it might unfold. As I glanced back at Jennifer, smiling at her warning, I noticed that her own bikini was much smaller than I had anticipated. Her long slim Bambi legs were strong from swimming, and I wondered if she still kept a little strip of pubic hair like mine. We had talked about that as well. Her hair was so sparse and light that she hardly needed to trim or shave it, but she told me that she liked "primping" and taking care of it.....that in fact, she pretended she was preparing it for playtime when she masturbated. It made my stomach churn intensely when she told me such intimate things, without hesitation or embarrassment. I loved it. 

Her bikini was pale yellow, small, but not a thong. Still, just flaps in front and back, with bow ties on the sides that showed a wide space of bare flank and half of each cheek, exposed her hipbones, and slid down the V groove from each hip in front, just seeming to fold over her protruding mound and labia. Her tight young bottom wiggled when she walked, as if it had a mind of its own. Her ribs showed a little, and those magnificent breasts looked spectacular on her slight frame, even though they were a little smaller than mine, her body was smaller, and they stood out proudly, jutting firmly a little to the outside, like mine. Her top didn't quite cover their undersides. My eyes must have lingered a little long on her amazing body, and I laughed as I told her that I thought she was showing a little, too, but that perhaps here, this week, it was an OK thing to do. 

She said "I hope so, Aunt Lesie, because back home we always have to be so goody goody all the time, don't we? Besides, if I pull it down all the way, my nipples start to show at the top, and that might be too much, for now?" 

She's a girl after my own heart, and I whispered to myself, "Yes, Jenn....for now..."

Just then our admirer stood and walked towards us, his speedo suit conveniently hidded by a white towel that he held in his hands. "I'm going to the pool bar for a refreshment, and I'd love to bring you something...?"

I smiled and looked up at Jennifer. "Would you like something, Jen?" I winked. 

Here on the island she would be of age to drink, and I knew that she had already experimented some with alcohol, very carefully, of course. I knew, because some of that"trying out" was with me, and I wanted her to know how much she could drink without losing control, and what kinds of things might make her sick, and all that, so she would be prepared if she got into a party situation. I turned and said to the gallant admirer, whose eyes flitted back and forth between my tits and Jennifer's, "Bring us each a Bloody Mary, would you....with a nice firm stalk of celery." I let my eyes drop to his waist as I spoke, and I heard a little giggle from Jen.

"That would be great," she added. "I've been looking forward to something tasty all morning." He nodded, and introduced himself as Tony, from Atlanta, here for a day or two until his girlfriend arrives to join him. We introduced ourselves, and he quickly departed for the drinks. 

Jennifer leaned over and said, "He's older than you just a little, isn't he, Aunt Sarah? But he's very good looking, and I think he seems at ease with the way you let him see! You are pretty daring this morning. Do you think you might like to......see more of him, so to speak?"

I could hear the thrill in Jennifer's voice, and I reached up to put a hand on her hip, smiling at her awareness. "Of course I would, my lovely niece, and I can almost tell from the sound of your voice that you might like that too? He's a lot older than you are, my dear, but then....."

She cut me off. "Auntie, you know I'm not a virgin, and somehow all the things we've talked about seem to allow for lots of differences..... in age, and anything else, if the feelings are right. You aren't going to change that open minded way of yours now, are you?"

Tony arrived back with our drinks, and one for himself. I adjusted my bikini top a bit, brushing the cold wet glass against it as I moved my hands, wetting one nipple instantly, so that the material was basically transparent, and pretended not to notice as my areola puckered with little bumps around it. We talked, drank, and soon Tony indicated that he'd enjoy to take us to dinner, at a lovely indoor – outdoor spot he knew just a little ways from the resort. We looked at each other and smiled....he had invited both of us, and we heartily agreed.

As we were getting ready, Jennifer came to me and gave me a big hug. "Aunt Sarah, I just want to thank you for not being judgemental about me, and about the things I might do or say while we are here. I can tell that you are feeling really sexy, and I want you to know that so am I.....that I'm really really ready for new experiences, and you shouldn't worry about me. Just go with the flow, if you can...is that OK?"

My heart must have raced a bit, hearing her words, and feeling her body, so grown up, it seemed, all so suddenly, pressed against me, almost wiggling a little, her nose barely an inch from mine. "Jennifer, I don't want you to think badly of me for anything that happens while we enjoy this vacation. I know we've talked about so much of this, these feelings that live deep inside us, that have urges to burst out in ways that sometimes we ourselves don't expect. And I know that you have grown to be so wonderfully in tune with your own body, your own erotic feelings. So let's agree to enjoy all the opportunities that come, but to keep in touch with each other about them, and help each other in whatever ways we can."

"I'd LOVE to help you, Aunt Sarah, and I'd love to learn all I can from you as well, and maybe there are even things about each other that we have yet to learn. Her little pixie smile was full of the devil as she kissed my cheek, holding the back of my head still as she stood on tiptoe, letting her warm breath linger and her lips slide softly toward my ear. She blew in it lightly and giggled, then stepped quickly back and added, "Let's get dressed....something really daring for our first date!"

We walked into the evening arm in arm, our sandals clicking and our emotions high as could be with energy and anticipation. The restaurant flowed out onto a terrace where the half light was provided by torches along the sides. There was a roof, but no windows, and the décor was heavy into jungle, with green plants spaced to give each table a measure of privacy. 

Sounds of the ocean rolled in the background, and the breeze made my barely there thin summer skirt waft lightly, parting the wrap-around fabric in a dangerous way, since there was nothing underneath. It came just to mid-thigh, and its sandy color with light floral prints in just the right places kept it from being totally sheer. My top was of the same fabric, backless, tied around my neck and styled to criss-cross my equally naked breasts and end well above my belly button. I've worked hard to keep that tummy trim and tight, and letting it show always makes me feel wicked, especially with this skirt, with its jaunty low-rise waistline at an angle to let one hipbone show above it.

Jennifer had opted for a lightweight black miniskirt with an off-center leather belt. It was slit up one thigh, all the way to the waist, so that it was apparent that she either had on thong panties, or none. She had grinned as she whispered to me earlier that she was going totally commando, and she hoped I would too. As she took each step the slit parted so show the creamy smooth skin of her lovely young flank, and the natural hollow spot that curved into her round muscular bottom. Her top was off-white and almost totally sheer, with front buttons that were undone to the middle of her breasts, and splayed open to allow a full view of their curvy swell, from top to bottom. It hung loosely straight down from the tips of her nipples and like mine, was short enough to leave lots of exposed skin, and a belly button with a sparkly jeweled piercing that nearly said "Take a look at this." She had a thin shawl thrown loosely over her shoulders so that she could opt to cover with one more layer, or let those amazingly tempting teen tits show right through. I had felt her shiver when I had adjusted it in our room earlier, letting the back of my fingers graze those rigid nipples a little, just for play. 

"Careful, Aunt Sarah," she had said, "or those might just pop right out at the wrong time." My thought was that it was going to happen, and how could there be a wrong time!

Tony stood to greet us wearing black slacks and a light blue shirt, open several buttons deep as well. His eyes worked back and forth from legs to breasts to faces as he seated Jennifer on one side of the table and me on the other, his chair between us. I noticed Jennifer drinking in his athletic form. He must have been six feet and a little more, with a firm muscular frame and dark curly hair. He had little hair on his chest, however, and it looked smooth, toned and inviting on his solid body. His narrow waist and hard round bottom spoke of a man who took good care of himself, and a pleasant musk cologne scent was just right, not overdone.

We lifted our glasses of wine, already poured, and I hoped it wasn't too much of a new thing for Jennifer. She sipped and smiled with delight, and I felt the warmth of the alcohol settle into my stomach as well, thinking that we should be eating something to keep it under control. "Easy, Jennifer," I laughed. "This is a really nice wine that Tony has been so kind as to order for us, and you don't want it to go to your head too quickly!"

"Not too quickly, Aunt Sarah," she returned, "but it does make a girl feel so good to be treated like a queen, doesn't it! Especially by such a surprising new aqcuaintance." She clicked glasses with Tony, and let the side of her shawl nearest him drop away. His eyes flickered, trying to hold hers, then unashamedly dropped to take in the shadowy but clear outline form of her left breast, with its pink nipple so clearly formed against the thin fabric, pressing out as if asking to be caressed. I felt Jennifer's foot travel beneath the table, without her sandle, knocking against my ankle as if to say how much fun it is already, and for me to go ahead and loosen up.

Our waiter lingered forever, and we giggled when he left, his eyes not nearly capable of ignoring two pair of healthy tits so obviously on display. Another glass of wine and Tony dared to ask whether we were enjoying teasing the poor boy a little. 

"Why, Tony," I mocked, "do you think we might be dressed too casually for this kind of place? It seems to me that there are others here who are also enjoying the warm night air of the tropics, and after all, a girl has to wear something that matches how she is feeling, right?" A slow smile came over his face as he soaked in the meaning, and as several others got up to dance, he asked Jennifer if she would like to.

I watched them move together on the small dance floor, mixed with maybe 5 or 6 other couples. She had both arms around his neck, leaning back to give him opportunity to see all the way down her widely spread top, a position which also left her hips pressed tightly to his. Then she stepped just a bit sideways, letting one of his legs slip in between hers, and I noticed her hips moving back and forth, then up and down against him as they moved. The slit in her skirt was pulled open, and as they turned I noticed his hand had dropped to cup her naked cheek, inside the slit, helping her grind her pussy against his leg, and feeling the warm smooth skin.