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Manipulations

By: magmaman



Dalton and I had only been married for about three months when I first noticed something about him I had't seen before.

It was a hot day and we were driving down the freeway, the windows were open because we didn't have air conditioning. I was fanning myself and flipping the hem of my skirt up to let the breeze cool my legs.

"Why don't you just take your top off, Jeanie?" he asked me, an odd catch in his voice.

"No! Someone might see."

"Oh, go ahead, no one can see inside, we are going 65."

He was insistant, so I scooted down as low as I could get in the seat and pulled the blouse off, sitting there in just my skirt and light bra.

It did feel better, at first I looked around carefully, but no one was paying attention just like he said so I soon relaxed.

I pulled my blouse back on just before we got home, and we were no more than inside the house before Dalton was kissing and feeling me, that wasn't normal.

But I liked sex with him, we were on the bed when he said, "God that was hot!"

"Yes." I answered, thinking he meant the temperature as I got into his thrusting away at me.

Later I made dinner, and as we were eating he asked me how it felt.

"Driving down the freeway with your top off."

"Oh, it was cooler, it felt nice." I answered, still not getting it.

"Did it excite you?"

Excite? Then I realized.

"Oh, a little." I lied.

Dalton smiled at me, and he had that look in his eyes again.

"Maybe next time you will try it without the bra." He seemed almost casual the way he said it.

"Well, maybe, since no one can see in." I said, not sure what exactly to really say.

Dalton seemed satisfied and we left it at that.

Dalton was a nice, well built young man, and my Mom and Dad just loved him. I think he took the place of the son they never had somehow. They instead had been stuck with me, a 5'1" on the plain side daughter who really never did anything spectacular.

I was a steady B & C student, I did try out for the cheerleader squad but I didn't make it. Partly because I didn't care so I made just a half-hearted effort. Same with sports, they accepted but seemed disappointed when I won the post for the school librarian.

I liked that, it gave me time to read, I wanted to be a nurse or work in the medical profession.

It was in the library I had met Dalton. Boys never took much interest in me, I wore glasses and kept my hair pulled back, I had no interest in messing with it much. Same with makeup, it seemed silly to me. I suppose the clothes I preferred didn't do much to attract, either. Mostly I just wore skirts to the knee and blouses, earth tones. I did have a couple of flowery soft blouses and shorter skirts my Mom bought for me but I wasn't comfortable in them and almost never put them on.

Dalton and I hit it right off, I didn't think at first that he was interested in me as a girl, he was working to become a Doctor. We talked a lot about that, he said wonderful things about how great it would be to bring new lives into the world. So when we talked about gynecology and delivering babies, it seemed normal. I could see the sparkle in his eyes when we talked about anatomy and things like that. I was sure he had a passion for becoming a doctor, just like I had for becoming a nurse.

I didn't make it to marriage as a virgin, one evening we were talking and he asked me matter of fact if he could practice on me. I did blush just a bit but the way he said it seemed all right. So I lay there naked to the waist as he put his finger in me and felt around, it really didn't even embarrass me that much.

Then he changed and his touch became different, too. I felt it and it was right, and I lost my virginity that night. We were already engaged so it was OK, I guess.

The second time I noticed a change, he had some friends over to the house to watch some big ball game on TV. I usually just made little sandwiches and served some drinks, picking up after his two buddies and Dalton. They were slobs, actually. Popcorn would fall on the floor or they would spill something and I dutifully went and cleaned it up. I really didn't look forward to the parties, but put up with it.

Usually it was just two of his friends, Bill was a big football player looking guy and Jerry was tall and thin. They were nice so I managed to deal with them fine.

That day Dalton cornered me in the kitchen and hugged me, reaching around to play with my little titties. I liked that and he had me purring in no time.

"Why don't you try to look a little sexier tonight?" he asked me as his big hands stroked me.

"Sexier? Why?"

"Oh, I just want to be proud of you." He was nuzzling my neck and ears now, that really gets me going quickly.

"Sexy? You don't find me sexy like I am?"

"Oh course I do, it's just that you could look even better. I would like that."

With that he was gone, leaving me standing there starting to dampen and just a bit confused.

Sexy, huh? I wasn't sure what he wanted but I did want him happy so I decided to try. I found the soft flowery blouse my Mom had bought me ages ago, and one of the shorter skirts. I put the outfit on, instantly uncomfortable. It still fit fine even though I had gained about 5 pounds since Dalton and I got married.

I usually wore the blouse buttoned all the way to the top, this time I left a couple of buttons undone. I even bent over and checked to make sure nothing showed, but I could see the tops of my breasts and a strip of the white bra in the mirror.

I decided that would be all right.

Then I looked in the mirror, on impulse I pulled the tie out of my hair and brushed it out. It is always straight and nothing I can do about that, but it does shine and hangs almost to my shoulders.

I brushed it until my arm got sore. Then I got out my makeup kit that I hadn't touched for at least a couple of years. I had to wash my face and start over twice, finally I got it looking OK.

I turned this way and that, realizing that I did look pretty good in the mirror. Dalton should like me. Then I put in my tiny diamond stud earrings which I almost never wore.

I could hear the guys yelling and hollering in the other room as they watched the game, so I gathered up the sandwiches and some chips and made my entrance.

I was feeling a little self conscious of course.

I walked in and it suddenly got quiet. Dalton looked me up and down with the biggest smile I had ever seen. Jerry, always being a bit of a jerk let out a wolf whistle and Bill just sat there and stared at me.

They had never seen me in anything but my usual mousy attire, so I suppose it was a surprise.

"Wow! What got into her?" Jerry asked Dalton, not realizing I could hear them from the kitchen.

"Oh, that is my hot momma!" Dalton said, proudly.

"No kidding." Bill said.

I stood in the kitchen feeling suddenly very good and warm inside. I made it a point to go in and check on them as often as I could, even leaning over and letting them see the top edge of my bra. I knew this made the back of my skirt rise up, and probably gave them a glimpse of my white panties but I was careful about that.

Dalton was sitting in his chair and Bill and Jerry were on our low couch so I always bent towards them otherwise I was afraid they actually would be able to see my panties.

I was in the kitchen when I heard some low conversation I couldn't make out, then Dalton called me, asking for another beer.

I popped one and went in to give it to him. They were all looking at me.

I started to set it down.

"Pour it for me, honey?" Dalton smiled hugely.

I looked at him, knew what he wanted. I leaned over slowly, poured the beer, then I felt myself get damp so I straightened up quickly so they wouldn't see that.

My face flaming, I hustled from the room.

"Wow! You weren't kidding, NICE ass!" I heard Jerry say from the next room.

I hustled upstairs, confused again. Was Dalton talking to them about my ass? I removed my white panties and got a fresh pair, drying myself first. That even brought a little tingle, I was wondering what was wrong with me?

The guys left soon after the ball game was over, Dalton came into the kitchen and hugged me.

"You were great, Babe!" he nuzzled at my neck. Then he was pulling at my clothes, we made love in the kitchen on the edge of the kitchen table.

Plus he was really turned on, I held him as he pounded away at me, the edge of the table cutting into the back of my legs and uncomfortable enough to spoil things for me.

I spent the next few days thinking, a bit unsure of what Dalton wanted. I even got on the computer, did some searches. Then the search "voyeur" came up with lots of things I had never even thought of.

Men who liked to watch, men who showed off their wives and girlfriends. There were so many of them I had no chance to read them all, but I read enough to begin to understand.

For some of them it seemed to be pride, some used it for control, some just used it to stimulate themselves. Some of it was horrid and dirty. I learned a lot about sex and the things people do, what I didn't learn was what Dalton really wanted.

There was just one way to find out.

I had one blouse that I never wore, it was just too sheer. Anyone who looked could see my bra clearly through it, I have no idea why Mom bought it for me. No way could I wear that in public.

I put it on, leaving off the bra.

I found my matching sizzler skirt that I also never would wear, It was designed to be worn with matching undies. Then my one pair of skimpy white panties, I didn't really like them because the strap up the back always slipped between my cheeks and was uncomfortable.

I put that on, too. Then I did my hair and added some makeup, I was getting better at that, I only had to wash my face and start over once.

I made a nice dinner, waiting for Dalton to get home. I was ready when I heard his car drive up. The front door opened, then closed.

I walked into the living room just as Dalton said, "Jeanie! I am home! Bill and I....".

I looked over, Bill was standing there right behind Dalton, they both were just staring at me standing there basically naked to the waist.

"OH!" I darted from the room, ran up the stairs.

Dalton came up in a few seconds, I was almost crying.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know. I just wanted to look sexy for you."

"God, honey, you look great! Beautiful!."

"Oh, he saw me, how can I ever...?"

"Bill loved it, honey. So did I."

I just looked at him.

"Come on back downstairs, it's all right."

I went and changed my top and skirt, then went back downstairs.

Bill and Dalton were sitting there talking about some pickup truck like nothing had happened. I went into the kitchen, set an extra plate and called them in. We all ate in silence except for some more about some motor that needed work on an old truck I knew nothing about.

All I could think of was me standing there almost nude as they stared at me.

Bill finally broke the ice.

"Hey, Jeanie, don't be embarrassed, I have seen girls before." He grinned at Dalton.

"Besides, yours are fine!"

I turned every shade of pink there is and Bill and Dalton both laughed. After dinner, they both went outside and made a bunch of racket in the garage, I went out once to see and they had this horrible old truck torn apart and scattered all over the place. Then they came back in, I made them take off their shoes and go into the bathroom to clean up, they were both filthy and I didn't want my house messed up.

Dalton came out in just his underwear and asked me to get Bill a robe to wear, he was going to shower. I went and got one of Dalton's and handed it to him, Dalton handed me some clothes and asked me to run them through the washer and dryer. They were filthy, dirt and grease all over them.

"Men!" I thought, but I went and loaded them in the machine. I was sitting in my chair watching TV when they came out, Bill plopped down on the couch across from me while Dalton went upstairs to dress. He was looking at me with a grin.

"You sure did look great!" he said.

I was over being embarrassed by then.

"That was an accident, I dressed that way for Dalton."

"You can dress like that for me anytime." He wisecracked. Just then Dalton came down and Bill fell silent.

"How long on the clothes?" Dalton asked me.

I started a bit at that, then realized he meant the ones I was washing.

"Oh, about an hour."

"OK. Bill didn't want to get into his new car with his clothes all dirty."

We all sat and watched TV for awhile. Then I noticed Bill's leg was sticking out of the robe, way out. If the robe slipped just a tiny bit more he would....

It slipped.

Bill was sitting there directly across from me on our couch, leaned back with his legs spread and his penis hanging down and actually over the edge of the couch. It was big, too, the only place I had ever seen one like that was when I had been searching on the computer a few weeks before.

I wanted to say something but couldn't say anything so I tried to ignore it. I couldn't even ignore it, my eyes kept going right back to the thing. I looked over at Dalton, he was watching me intently, he knew.

I wanted to get up and run, but I was frozen in place. Then Bill's cock started to get hard. The robe was gapped completely now, the sides hanging down outside both of his legs. I could even see his navel. He was looking right at me, he moved his knees apart, spreading his legs even more.

I looked over at Dalton again, expecting him to say or do something. He was just watching me, a look of pure lust on his face.

My eyes went back to Bill, his heavy balls were starting to tighten, his erection was now enormous, I could not take my eyes off of it. The heavy vein on the underside was swollen, the head was uncircumsized, forming what looked like a small flower at the opening, not just a big bare head like dalton's was. Then I saw it jerk, he was clenching his buttocks, making his cock bounce. The foreskin widened at the tip, began to roll back all by itself as he grew even more, then he reached down and slid it all the way back, looking right at me as he did it.

I came right there on the couch, I couldn't stop myself. I almost thought I was dreaming, mesmerized at the sight. My nipples felt on fire.

Finally I managed to grasp reality, I jumped up and dashed to the washroom to check on Bill's clothes.

"She did just what I thought she would do." I heard Dalton say as I left the room.

I gathered up Bill's clothes, braced myself for going back out there but he had the robe back covering himself by then. I handed them to him and went upstairs. I heard his car start a few minutes later.

Dalton came into the bedroom, grinning.

"That was hot! How did you like it?"

"Dalton, what was all that about?"

"Oh, Bill and were talking in the bathroom after you put on your little show, we decided to give you one back."

Then he was reaching for me, I accepted but I wasn't feeling exactly excited, I was more confused. Dalton was rushing, too, eager and extremely turned on.

"How did you like that big cock?" he asked me as he was thrusting away at me.

"Fine." I managed to mutter.

"I bet you would like to fuck one like that, wouldn't you?" He was gasping now.

I stiffened for an instant, but he took that as excitement.

"I knew it. I knew you would!"

Then Dalton stiffened and came, collapsing on me as I lay there, my mind in a whirl.

Was he serious? Or was it just a fantasy? It couldn't be just a fantasy, not after what he and Bill had done.

I lay there for a long time that night thinking, then I slept and dreamed of huge cocks probing at me, as I tried to stop them but couldn't.

I managed to get through the next few days, Bill even came over and they worked on the old truck some more but nothing happened and nothing was said, so I was relieved.

Then Dalton told me the guys were coming over for the ball game. He looked at me expectantly.

"Why don't you wear that sexy outfit?"

"Which one?" I asked him, pretending to not know.

"That one we saw you in the other night?" He was grinning at me.

"I can't wear that, everyone can see right through it!"

"That's the idea." He patted my fanny and hugged me.

"I would really like that."

I sighed. Well, if that was what he wanted, that was what he would get!

I got out the sheer blouse and skirt, then opened my underwear drawer. There was a package with a note. I read the note, "Some special things for a special girl." 

It was signed, Dalton.

I opened the package, good grief! There was several pair of underwear, I held one set up and looked at it. Other than the stitching, it wasn't there! I could see the wall right through them. There was a red pair with lace, it was a little less see through but not much. There was also a crotchless set, just strings, and a white thong so narrow I knew I couldn't keep it in place.

Besides, I didn't shave so I would have hair sticking out in all directions.

But Dalton obviously wanted me to wear them. OK, I would wear them.

I selected the first set I had looked at, then I lathered up and shaved myself. If Dalton wanted them to see me by golly they were going to see me. I ran my fingers over the smoothness, it did feel nice.

Then I dressed. I looked at myself in the mirror, I might as well have been naked. I began to have second thoughts, then I mustered up all the courage I had, along with a huge shot of Bailey's.

I could hear the guys already getting boisterous in the living room, so I went down, pausing to listen to them from the hallway for a minute.

It was the usual profanity at the players, back and forth banter I had gotten used to. Then I heard a voice I didn't recognize.

"So when is she coming out?" the voice asked.

"Oh, any minute now." I heard Dalton answer.

"She is hot, let me tell you." I heard Bill say.

Hot, huh? Well, just wait until they see this, I thought. I picked up a tray and walked into the room, except for the TV everyone fell silent.

"Who is your friend?" I asked Dalton innocently, looking at the young blonde man I didn't know sitting by Jerry on the couch. Bill was in what was usually my chair and Dalton was on the other side like always.

"This is Terry, he is Jerry's brother." Dalton managed to stammer. 

I smiled at Terry as sweetly as I could, he was simply staring at my breasts that might as well have been bare. They were all staring, the game forgotten. I walked over to the coffee table and set down the tray, bending over as I did. Jerry and Terry were on the low couch right behind me, I felt the back of my skirt lift up. I even set my feet down about a foot apart and kept my knees as straight as I could, holding the position. 

I looked Dalton right in the eyes as I handed him his drink. 

"Do I look all right?" I asked him, still bent over.

His mouth just opened and closed. 

"Here! Here is your chair!" Bill jumped up and went over to the couch, literally pushing Jerry and Terry apart as he sat down. It was pretty obvious he wanted to get behind me and look at my fanny.

"Why thank you, Bill." I said sweetly, walking over to sit down. I sat and reclined the chair, putting my feet up on the footrest. I knew this put all three of them directly across from me and they could see my sheer undies pulled up tight.

I was actually beginning to enjoy this, it gave me a feeling of power. Bill was in the middle, and he was leaning over so hard trying to see around my ankles that Jerry pushed him back.

"You guys just holler if you need anything!" I said, closing my eyes and extending my legs, letting the skirt that had bunched up above my crotch stay there. I could feel my nipples getting firm, and I also felt myself getting damp.

The hell with it, Dalton wanted them to see me so they were going to see me! I reached down and lifted one leg, absentmindedly scratching the inside of my foot. I set my foot down on the outer edge of the footrest, smiled at everyone. Then I did the same with my other foot, setting it down on the other side.


Manipulations Ch. 02



Leaving my husband Dalton wasn't even a hard thing for me to do once my mind was made up. I thought about everything that had happened as I blindly followed the highway, no idea at all of where I was going, where I would end up.

I did cry some, but that soon faded. All my hopes and dreams were shattered.

I had wanted to become a nurse, but after Dalton and I married, he wanted me to be a housewife. He told me no wife of his would need to work, he would provide. Then he went on to school, working towards becoming a Doctor while I dutifully took care of the house.

We had only been married for a year or so when he started wanting me to look more "sexy" as he put it. I didn't really understand that but it made him happy so I dressed in ways to please him.

I must admit that it did get me a lot more attention, I liked that too since I never really ever got noticed before. At the same time I felt like it was something I shouldn't be doing, my life was confusing.

Then that night he and his friend Bill were there to work on that old truck. First Dalton and Bill had caught me in a completely sheer blouse, I had worn it to please Dalton not knowing Bill was there. Then Bill took a shower and sat on the couch after.  Bill was just sitting there and slowly exposed himself to me as Dalton watched and grinned. He got a huge erection without even touching it, I should have just ran from the room but it was like I was frozen in place staring at it.

I thought that was the end of it, but next he wanted me to be sexy for his friends. I got a little mad and took it way over the top, finally I was all but naked in front of Dalton and his buddies. I was so blatant about it that I even removed my thong, I was down on my knees letting them look at my bare pussy. Everyone there that night saw everything I had, I was actually trying to piss Dalton off, but it didn't seem to work. At the same time it got me pretty hot, just the idea of all of them looking at me naked turned me on. 

That same night Dalton sent Bill into my bedroom, he was actually going to let Bill fuck me! I just lay there in shock as Bill had his hands all over my nude body, but it became funny when he couldn't get his penis hard. I even reached down and felt it, picking it up and holding it with my hands as Bill slid his fingers in and out of me. It was bigger than Dalton's and it felt odd and soft, the big round head felt slippery. I realized later that he must have used the baby oil in the bathroom when he masturbated, all excited at my display earlier.

I was in shock at first as Bill's hands touched me, then I began to get excited at the idea. I hated myself for that, for losing control and not having the ability to just throw a fit and say no.

So I lied to Dalton about that, bragged it up, on and on about how "great" Bill had been. I was trying to make him angry, hurt him. I was successful, too. He acted different, then he rolled over and went to sleep, leaving my lying there with thoughts swirling through my head.

The next morning I cleaned out the joint savings account, $2700.00, packed my bags and left.

I was on my third tank of gas, daydreaming as I drove when the blare of a horn jerked me back awake. I swerved madly, barely missing an oncoming truck.

I knew I had to stop and rest, driving almost non-stop for over a thousand miles was too much. As soon as I saw a little wayside, I pulled down into it. It was deserted, so I climbed into the back and pulled a blanket over myself to sleep.

Waking up some time later to a pounding on the window, a dark shadow was standing there, it frightened me.

"Hey, lady, no sleeping here!" a male voice was shouting at me.

I rolled down the window slightly, looking over at what looked like a police car sitting there.

"I'm sorry, I was just tired." I was aware of his flashlight on me.

"Get out of the car, lady!" He demanded.

"Why? I can just leave."

"Get out of the car!" He became insistant, angry.

Terrified, I opened the door and got out. He shined the light up and down my body, then into my eyes.

"Carrying any drugs? Weapons?"

"No, of course not!" I protested.

"Where are you heading?"

I didn't have an answer.

"I...I don't know."

"I am going to have to search you, this is a restricted area, day use only."

"Been a lot of drug activity around here." He added. "Turn around, hands on the car!"

I hesitated, he grabbed me and pushed me up against the car. I felt his legs kick mine back until I was leaning, uncomfortable.

"I didn't do anything."

"Shut up, spread'em." He demanded.

He kicked my legs apart, then I felt his hands come up one leg, then the other. He reached under my skirt and felt around my panties, I felt his fingers drag up and over my pubic mound. I shivered at his touch, not in pleasure but in fear. His probing fingers found their way inside the elastic of the legs, then they were on me, in me. For the 2nd time in 3 days a strange man's hands violated me. I stood there and took the affront to my dignity, these was no one around to help. 

Then those hands went to my breasts, he felt around my bra. He pulled my blouse loose at the waist, I started when his hands touched my bare skin. Both hands went up, then into the cups of my bra. He felt around the cups, letting his fingers brush back and forth against my nipples. Then he shoved the bra cups upwards roughly, and grasped both of my breasts, squeezing my nipples until they hurt. I just stood there and took it, it seemed like a long time.

"Ok." He stepped back.

"Can I go?"

"I have a good mind to run you in. Restricted area, worth a night in jail."

He shined the light up and down me again, I couldn't help it and started to cry.

"Oh, hell. Hit the road." He headed towards his car.

"By the way, nice tits!" he laughed, starting the car, leaving me standing there.

I got back in my car and left, shuddering at the experience. I drove very fast, checking my rear view mirror, expecting any moment to see him come up behind me.

I was half way through another full tank of gas when I felt the cloud of sleep hit me again. I saw a motel, and stopped. I could afford to spend a few of my precious dollars, I was exhausted.

Ringing the bell, a middle aged man came out, looked me up and down. 

"Fifty bucks a night, in advance, no guests!" I paid him and got a key.

The room was tiny, just a bed and a little TV bolted to the wall in the corner, one chair and a table with a lamp, also bolted down. It would do. I stretched out on the bed, not bothering to undress, and slept the sleep of the dead.

Waking up hours later with the sun shining in the window, I heard some loud engine sounds and peeked out. There was four large men dressed in strange clothing on motorcycles. They looked scary so I stayed inside and waited until they left. Then I decided to bathe, but there was no shower or tub, just a tiny little stall with a toilet. I looked around the room, realizing just how shabby it was, but it seemed clean at least.

Walking over to the office, there was no one around. I called out, nothing, so I pushed the little side door open part way.

"Hello?"

The man was sitting in a chair, I could see part of a TV in the room. The screen seemed funny, it just sat there with nothing moving, it seemed to be just a picture of a bench and some stools, and a wall behind. He saw where I was looking, hit a button and turned it off. That seemed funny to me.

"Excuse me, is there a place to wash up?"

"Yea, honey, the showers are down on the end, last door." His eyes looked me up and down, made me nervous. I went back to my room, looked for some towels, there weren't any.

But I had some in one of my suitcases, so I grabbed a large one and walked down to the showers.

There was no one there, I locked the door and undressed, then stepped into the metal stall and scrubbed, delighting in the hot water on my body.

I was toweling off when it hit me that the bench in the main part of the room and the stools were what I had seen on the TV screen in the office.

Gasping, I pulled the towel tight around me, there was a camera in here! I grabbed my clothes and stepped into the stall, shutting the door. I looked up, hoping there was no camera in the stall but I saw nothing. I came out and looked around carefully, there was a mirror over on the wall, it had to be there. I walked up and peered closely, but couldn't really tell for sure.

I was walking back to the room, the man came out, stepped in front of me.

"Found it, huh?" He seemed angry.

"Yes..I..let me go." I tried to step around him, he blocked me.

"Look, honey, I know about you working girls. Just keep your mouth shut, OK?"

Working girls? I realized he thought I was a....I couldn't help but blush.

"Hey, how about I let you stay, half price, just keep your mouth shut."

"OK, sure." Anything to get away from him. I darted past, got to the room and locked the door. I sat on the edge of the bed for a long time.

Finally mustering my courage, I got up and went down to the office, walked in the door with my head up and using my best in control manner. 

The man flushed when he saw me, I knew I had him.

"Here's the deal, I stay for free!" I demanded.

He just looked at me.

"You can watch your little TV when I...I don't care." My voice stumbled a little at that but he didn't notice.

He still just looked at me, nervous now.

"Or I CALL THE COPS!" I stared him down.

He flushed, then nodded. I turned and flounced out, making the safety of my room. I was getting some ideas. There were ways to control men, it seemed.

I went to my car and drove around, the motel was on the edges of a small town, it only took me half an hour to see all of it.

I knew I needed a job.

Two days later I had asked for work at every cafe and business in town except for the seedy looking bar on a side street that had signs up advertising dancers. I had no luck at all, and my original $2700 was down to $2300. I knew it wasn't going to last long.

I finally went into the dive, walked up to the bar.  The man looked me over as I ordered a wine, served a glass and then ignored me. There was a woman acting bored up on a stage in the corner, all she had on was a thong and something that looked like flowers on her nipples. Several men sat around drinking and watching as she held a pole and moved slowly in circles. Once in awhile one of them put a bill on the stage, she would move over and act sexy for a minute or two, then go back to acting bored.

I really couldn't see why the men bothered to watch.

Finally I asked the man behind the counter about work, I was thinking maybe serving drinks or something like that.

"Got any experience?" He asked.

"Oh, yes, lots of it." I lied.

"Brad's in the back, hang on."

He went to a side door and knocked, then opened it, stuck his head in.

"Babe out here wants to see about the night waitress job." I couldn't hear the answer, just a voice.

"Yea, says she does."

He came back, grinned at me.

"Go on back and see Brad."

I got up and went in, Brad was in his 40's and overweight. He was smoking, leaned back in his chair. He pointedly looked me up and down.

"Not bad. When can you start?"

"Anytime." I answered.

"Ok. 6 to 2 tonight, we'll see how you do. Bartender gets 25%. One turn on the stage every hour or so to give the dancer a break."

One turn on the stage? I hadn't thought of that.

"You mean dance? Like that?" I asked him.

"Yea, like that. Pasties and G-string here. Take off your top."

"My..my top?", I hesitated.

"Yea, come on, I ain't got all fucking day!" He was fumbling in a little box for something.

Sighing, I undid my blouse and bra, Brad turned back to me, reached out and stuck one of the flowered things on each nipple.

"There, that's the right size. Use this kind of glue so they don't fall off, it's the law here." He showed me the tube of glue.

"And keep your snatch in the string, no matter how big the tip is, we already got busted once for that."

I thanked him, grabbed my clothes and turned to leave.

"Hey, and show some tit on the floor, some legs too, OK?" He grinned at me.

I hesitated.

"Oh...Uhh..How much?"

"Much as you want, that's how you make tips, babe. Just so you keep your shirt on."

I was thinking of just getting into my car and going on down the road, but I decided to try. That afternoon I went down to shower, I knew the man in the office was probably watching so I did my best to keep my back towards the mirror. Then in my room I put on a mid-thigh skirt, and a loose blouse. I had a low cut bra that showed some cleavage, left a couple of buttons undone.

I walked into the bar, the same man was tending it. He introduced himself as Dell.

"Jeanie." He showed me where the tray was, gave me a $100 for a bank, told me I paid for each drink and collected for each drink, then counted out at the end of the shift.

It was easy, nearly everybody drank beer. I had it figured out in minutes. A couple of hours went by, then Dell signalled me.

"You're up."

I must have looked scared.

"Never been up there before, huh?" He smiled at me.

"No."

"It's easy, just walk around in time to the music and wiggle your fanny. Go on."

I left my tray with him and went behind the curtain, took off my blouse and skirt. There was a box of pasties and a tube of glue, I selected the least used looking set and glued them on, hoping they would stay. A song started and I walked out, there were a fews cheers and yells, even a couple of dollar bills appeared on the stage. I did four songs, the other dancer came back in and I went back to serving drinks. By midnight I had learned how to deal with the hands that went up my skirt, and I was used to wandering around the stage in just a thong and pasties.

My head was starting to throb from the music, though. I was getting a few tips here and there, and feeling pretty proud of myself. I did the turns on the stage, by the last time up I was comfortable, it was even becoming fun in a way.

Dell was polite and fast so it was easy to keep up with the two dozen or so men who came in and out.

Earlier Brad had came in, he looked around, saw me, then he went into his office. A few minutes later Dell told me that Brad wanted to see me, so I went in.

"So what are you, a fucking Nun?" he demanded, the moment I walked in.

"I..what's wrong?" I flushed.

"I said show a little tit, for fuck's sakes!" He was acting angry.

"I..I thought I looked nice?"

"Yea, for a church social, we entertain men. Lose the fucking bra!"

"Oh...all right." I turned and went out. I was beginning to hate men.

But instead of just walking out, I went into the women's room and removed the bra. I looked at myself in the mirror, nothing really showed anyway, so I undid another button. I knew that if I turned just right one of my nipples would show, all I had to do was be careful.

I went back out, Dell looked at me but said nothing. I just went back to work, and I noticed quickly my tips picked up some. Soon I was leaning over a bit as I served the drinks, letting them look inside my blouse. It seemed funny to me that the dancers had to keep pasties on but I could let them look all I wanted and that was OK, just keep the blouse on.

Finally the shift was over and I counted out, I had $196.00. I handed $29.00 plus the original bank to Dell. He looked at it and smiled.

"Is that good?" I asked.

"About half of normal, honey. You will learn."

I sighed, and started to leave.

"Hey!" Dell called out. I turned back.

"You look great, don't let Brad get to you."

I left, went home if it could be called that. Just over $8.00 an hour in tips plus my wages, I could make it on that, I thought.

Except my arm felt like lead and my legs were so sore I just stretched out on top of the bed and slept.

Over the next two weeks my skirts got shorter, my tops got skimpier, and the tips got better, soon I was making $200 each shift, sometimes more. I became very good at letting my tops gap open, the guys all tipped me when I did that. Brad was leaving me alone, and Dell and I worked together well. My husband Dalton was almost like a memory that didn't really happen.

I even took to putting on a little show when I was in the showers, I had found out the man who ran the motel was named Sean. It seemed like harmless fun and I was staying for free, although I had a feeling that that might change. But I turned towards the mirror when I dried off my breasts, and took my time with it. It was exciting in a way, my nipples got hard and I felt the warmth spread in my loins, just knowing that he was watching me. All of my former modesty was gone.

But I was careful to make sure the door was locked.

My account at the local Savings and Loan was growing, and I was almost up to $3000. I still had my plans on going to nursing school.

When I arrived at the bar the 3rd week, Brad called me into his office. There was a big busted blonde sitting in the other chair.

"Hey, you interested in a late deal?" He asked me.

"Late deal, what's that?"

"Afterhours gig, we got some people in town that want a private show after we close. Danielle here is doing it, I need two."

"Then I want you to work the next week at Jenny's." He told me flatly. "Danielle will take the shift here for the week."

I looked at her, her top was sheer, nipples obvious through the cloth. I had no idea what Jenny's was, told him so.

"It's my other club, it's outside of town. Looser there." He grinned at me.

"We'll see how you do tonight."

I finished my shift at 2:00, then sat and waited, not really sure of what to expect. Several men stayed, and were soon joined by another half dozen. Brad came out, nodded to Danielle, who went up on the stage. In just three songs she was naked and lying on her back, legs spread. There must have been $50 on the stage.

Why in the world did I agree to do this, I wondered. The money looked good, but still. Then Brad nodded to me, I just got up and went back. I came out in the same clothes I had worn to work, a short little skirt with a blue thong, and a blouse that matched the thong. I took off my blouse before the first song ended, to cheers and yells from the men. The skirt went during the 2nd song. When the 3rd started, I pretty much knew I had to go all the way, so I blanked out where I was and thought of the party that night back home. Down went the thong, I got on my knees and put my fanny up in the air, then turned it towards them. I could feel myself getting wet in spite of myself, but I just moved around and let them look.

I sensed rather than saw something move, looked back to see Brad step up to the stage. He reached out and felt between my legs, then slipped a finger inside to the yells of delight from all of the men.

I just let him.

"This one will be at Jenny's next week," He yelled, holding up a shiny finger for everyone to see.

I was glad when it was all over. It wasn't the nudity that bothered me, it was..well, they all just treated me like property.

So I was shifted to the other club. The first thing I saw was a completely naked girl on stage, her legs spread blatantly as men leaned forwards to stare.

Then I spotted the other waitress, she was topless and her tiny shorts were so small she might as well have been bottomless. I felt suddenly overdressed in my loose halter top and short skirt.

The man behind the bar was a huge black man, his name was Sal. When he smiled at me his teeth were so white it was like a light came on. I just grabbed a tray and went to work, the place was a madhouse. It was tough to dodge the grasping hands, Donna, the other waitress didn't even try. I noticed quickly that she was getting tips like crazy, so were the girls on stage.




Manipulations Ch. 02



There was a side room that I saw men going in and out of. One of the dancers would join them, then they would come back out in 20 minutes or so. I tried to ignore that, I was too busy trying to keep hands out of my halter top and away from my skirt.

"You will learn to wear shorts in here, Honey." Donna laughed at me as I pushed one guy away from my fanny for the 3rd time. But I managed to get through the night, tips counted out better than Brad's place but Donna more than doubled me.

I didn't want to work there, so I went to see Brad the next day. I knocked on his office door.

"Yea, come on in."

I opened the door, the blonde was down on her knees sucking on Brad. I just stood there in surprise, there wasn't really a way to shock me much anymore.

Then I beat a retreat to the sounds of laughter. I was wondering what I was turning into.

So I cashed out my bank account, packed my suitcases and hit the road. I had a day's pay coming for the last shift I worked and I didn't even care, didn't even slow down as I drove by it on my way out. There was no way in hell I wanted to end up sucking on that fat ass Brad's cock and I knew that was coming next.

It was a couple of days later I passed A big sign that said Welcome to Oregon. It was only a mile or two farther when I saw the flashing lights behind me. I was braced for being ordered out of the car, braced for his hands violating me. He just handed me the ticket for 85 MPH, then looked at me oddly when I said thank you.

I drove down the freeway, stopping a few times to look at the huge river flowing, then continued on. The barren land gave way to green, then trees. I stopped again at a city on the coast, looking at the Ocean for the first time in my life. Then I turned South.

It wasn't that far before I spotted signs for a Casino, one of those tribal places. I had never been to one, on impulse, I stopped. Wandering around the place in awe at all of the lights and noises from all directions at once, I happened to spot a sign saying "Applications accepted."

I filled one out, went over and handed it to one of the ladies sitting in the office. She smiled and asked me in, asked me some questions. I was hired, just like that. Once again, just a waitress serving drinks, but Coffee, sodas, water this time. The pay was better than I expected, but the tips were poor.

They even helped me find a tiny little place to live, I settled right in. No sexy costumes, either, just normal street clothes. A full month went by, I was actually happy there.

Then one evening I came around the corner to check on customers, to see if they wanted drinks, and I spotted Bill, Dalton's friend. I tried to turn away but he recognized me instantly.

"Jeanie!" He called out.

I gave up.

"Hi, Bill."

"What are you doing way out here? He asked me.

"I could ask you the same, but I am just working, saving to go to school."

"I got transferred, my company has me working on some construction projects." He said.

"Well, I need to work, Bye." I turned to leave.

"Wait, let me buy you dinner, we can catch up."

I have no idea why, but I just nodded and went back to work. He was waiting for me when I got off shift, I left my car in the parking lot and climbed into his newer Mercedes. It was pretty fancy.

We went to a little restaurant that sits down by the Ocean, a nice view. The Sun was shining, it was peaceful. Our conversation was hesitant at first but I started to relax, then everything that had happened came pouring out of me. I told him about the policeman that molested me, about the strip club and how it was getting to be too much, the man in the motel, all of it.

He sat there and listened, I was thinking that this was the man who exposed himself to me, but then I had done the same to him.

"So I am the reason you left Dalton?" He asked, finally.

"No, Dalton is the reason I left." 

We left it at that, Bill took me back to my car. Over the next few days I saw him every day, he would come in and play the machines, but I knew he was watching me. We had dinner several times, and one night even walked on the beach. The breeze off the beach was cold, he gave me his coat and held me, it felt good.

Somehow we were kissing. I melted, it had been so long, Bill's big arms felt strong and made me feel all safe and warm. We walked to his car holding hands, I just went with him. He drove to his hotel overlooking the beach, we took the elevator up to the 4th floor, I don't think there was a 5th floor. The room was huge and beautiful, a big fireplace in the corner was burning brightly. I was surprised at that until I realized it was a fake run by gas. Bill's hands took my coat, then he was holding me, kissing me again. I could feel him as he pressed against me, he was solid this time.

There was no turning back.

Bill tripped the buttons of my blouse, slid it back off my shoulders. He held me for a few minutes as we kissed, then he reached behind and undid my bra, I had no resistance at all. My breasts swung free, he cupped them in the palms of his hands. Then he picked me up, carried me to the large bed. I lay back, it was soft and warm. I felt that frozen feeling come over me again, it was like he undressed in slow motion as I lay there and watched.

His erection swung free as he pulled down his briefs, it was larger than I remembered somehow. He almost seemed to pose for a short period, like he was proud of himself. 

I just lay there, naked to the waist, watching him. He leaned forward, tugged at my skirt, I lifted my hips to help. I wiggled my feet, letting my slipon shoes drop off to the floor as he slid the skirt down my legs, taking my normal white panties with it. I was naked except for my foot stockings, Bill slowly removed them one at a time.

Then he pressed his mouth between my legs, using his hands to hold the backs of my legs. That started to feel really good after just a moment or two but he stopped and lifted himself upwards.

I braced for him, knowing he was larger than Dalton by a lot. I felt him probing, felt his fingers come down to spread me, then a stab of pain as he entered part way. I must have stiffened, because he stopped and waited, then pressed again. There was another wave of pain, then he was fully inside me as it subsided. I felt a flood of moisture, it was just a few seconds, then he stiffened and let out a groan.

Bill lay there for quite awhile, I just held him. I was thinking that it was a little late and I would need some sleep before my next shift.

"He said you were really tight." Bill pulled himself out and rolled over onto his side, looking at me.

"What? Who said....?"

"Dalton. He said you were great."

Dalton? Memories of Dalton came flooding back, that seemed like years, almost like something I had read in a book, just a story.

But Dalton always took his time, got me excited. He got me to do things back, made me want to. Dalton was a good lover, I became a good lover with Dalton.

Bill just fucked me. I wanted to go, this was a mistake.

I got up, went into the bathroom, washed up. I came back out, Bill was still naked, watching me. I felt vulnerable, overly naked somehow with his eyes watching my every move. I dressed quickly.

"I want to go home."

Bill just looked at me, then he reached for the phone, said something.

"Driver will be waiting." His eyes were cold now.

I guess he felt insulted. I left, the driver pulled up as I reached the lobby, took me home.

I carefully locked the door, then undressed and showered. I showered until the water began to run cold. Then sleep, waking to my alarm, off to work almost feeling normal again.

It was a couple of days before I saw Bill again, he was chatting up one of the ash tray girls, she was smiling and showing interest. I turned and went down the other lane, avoiding them.

Bill called a couple of times, I turned him down with excuses, he got the picture and gave up.

Two weeks later the phone rang, I picked it up.

"Jeanie?"

It was Dalton. It flashed into my mind to just gather up everything and move on, but I was happy and settled here in the little coastal town.

"What do you want, Dalton?"

"I want you to come home."

"No! I won't, I can't."

"Please? I need you."

"I...Bill is here."

"I know, he called me."

"Bill...I..I let Bill..."

"I know, it doesn't matter."

"Dalton, I want to go to school, become a nurse."

"That's fine, I will pay for it. Please?"

"Dalton, I can't. I don't think I can...The things you want."

"I won't bother, you can do anything you want. Please? I love you."

"I loved you too, Dalton." Then I realized what I had said, it was "loved", not "love."

"Goodbye, Dalton."  I hung up the phone. It rang again in seconds, I let it ring, finally it stopped.

I fully expected Dalton to keep trying, but he didn't. Days turned into weeks, I just went to work and went home, saving every dime I could.

One day I was serving some sodas to an older couple when I heard a man's voice on the other side mention my name. 

"So is she dating?" 

"No one that I know of, she turns down everyone."

"Odd, she is so pretty."

That made me feel good, I was curious. I moved several rows over and then walked back down the main isle, I could see a nice looking man sitting there talking to one of the ash tray girls. I knew her as Serena, barely well enough to nod hello.

Serena had been at the casino for less than a month, her job was to pick up after the customers. It was amazing how big a mess a thousand people or so could make in just a short time, so several people were on staff full time emptying ash trays and wiping up spills.

I was surprised that Serena was mentioning me to someone. The man looked up and saw me, he smiled, I smiled back. Then I went on. Later I made it a point of checking with him for drinks, he asked me for coffee with a pinch of sugar.

"Just stick your finger in and swirl it, that will do it."

I laughed, went and got him a coffee. I put a 3rd of a packet of sugar in it, handed it to him.

"Three swirls of my finger." I cracked.

He took a sip, smiled.

"Perfect, I'm Carlos."

"Jeanie." I shook his hand. "I saw you talking to Serena."

"She is my sister."

"Oh." I smiled and went back to work.

Carlos was sitting on the cement bench out front when I got off shift. He looked up when I walked through the blast of hot air at the entrance to keep the customers warm while waiting for the shuttle busses.

"Hello." he said.

"Oh, Hi, Carlos. Waiting for the bus?"

"No, I was waiting for you. I thought you might honor me with letting me buy you a drink?"

I opened my mouth to say no.

"Oh. Ok."

He led me across the parking lot to a huge 4 wheel drive pickup, I looked at it wondering how I was going to even get into it.

"Be careful with the step." He read my mind.

I looked down at the step, the seat was almost level with my shoulders. But I managed, it was funny sitting way up above everyone, I laughed out loud. Carlos grinned at me as he got in the other side, started the engine with a roar. The whole machine vibrated, it was fun.

We drove North for quite a distance, I watched him as he expertly drove the big machine. But I was beginning to wonder where he was taking me.

"It's a little Mexican nightclub I know.", he told me, reading my mind again.

I just sat back and enjoyed the ride. We pulled into a parking lot, a tall man was standing outside smoking.

"Hey, Carlos!"

"Hey, Rio!" They shook hands, he introduced me. Rio smiled and kissed my hand, leaning way down but never taking his eyes off of mine.

"So Carlos got lucky? Dump him and come with me!" His eyes were laughing.

Carlos laughed at him, took my hand and led me inside. There were bright colors, loud Hispanic music, people were dancing. Everyone knew Carlos it seemed. We had a fine time, I even drank some of the pitcher of Margeritas sitting on the table, in no time I was feeling pretty good.

It was hours later before we headed back, I was way too drunk to drive and we both knew it. Carlos asked me if I wanted to stay at his place.

"I am a gentleman." He smiled.

I shrugged, I wasn't sure I wanted him to be a gentleman and told him so.

He looked at me with a smile, said nothing.

His house was a little bungalo just halfway back to the city, he parked and helped me out of the truck. His strong hands grabbed my waist and he just lifted me and carefully set me down.

Inside, I looked around. It was neat as a pin.

"The showers are here, the spare bedroom is here." He pointed at the different rooms.

I was needing a shower, I thought of the idea of undressing and using the shower in the home of a man I had just met but I was drunk enough it didn't bother me.

I found a large bathtowel, undressed in the bedroom. I wrapped the towel around myself and walked out, fully aware that I was completely naked under it. Carlos was busy making coffee, he didn't even look at me.

"I will have this ready when you come out." He said.

I went into the shower and scrubbed. After drying off, I wrapped the big towel around myself, knotting it at my side. Carlos was sitting at the kitchen table, he had a cup set out for me. There was soft music playing in the background. I walked over and took a sip, it was good, so I sat down. 

"You look so lovely with your hair all damp like that."

"Thank you." I smiled and took another sip. I was feeling good, wanting to feel those strong arms around me.

Carlos was just sitting there, I waited for him to make a move, something.

He didn't.

I got up, letting the music fill me, began to move to it. He sat and watched me. Turning, I let the towel part, then more and more. He still just sat there, smiling. I let the knot slip, opened the towel, faced him.

"You are beautiful, but you are also quite drunk."

He got up, wrapped the towel around me again, then picked me up. In the bedroom, he laid me on the bed, took the towel and pulled the covers up snugly around me. Then he kissed me on the forhead, and left.

I was trying to decide whether to be mad or grateful as the room spun and I dozed off.

The light was streaming in the window when I woke up. I looked around wondering where I was at first. I sat up, put my feet on the floor. My head felt like it was three times normal size.

I heard a knock on the door, not thinking, I said, "Yes? Come in." The door opened, Carlos looked at me sitting there. I was nude except for the blankets over my waist.

He just smiled and handed me a cup of Tea.

"You don't seem very bashful."

"Sorry, I didn't think." I pulled the covers up.

"I don't mind, you are very beautiful."

"Well, you already have seen it all anyway." I giggled at that. Something about this man made me feel naughty, and I was surprised he acted resistant.

"Carlos, why didn't you...I mean, last night?" I took another sip of the tea, blushed slightly.

"You were just drunk, I cannot take advantage."

I just looked at him, wondering what in the world I had found here.

"Well, we have all day, I don't have to go to work until Monday." At that, I hopped out of the bed, walked naked over to my clothes draped over the chair. His eyes followed me with a smile. I was beginning to enjoy this. I took my time dressing, even turned to stand facing him as I slipped my panties on, lifting my legs a bit higher than needed, turning my knee outward.

His eyes dropped to my crotch, I felt the beginnings of dampness, I wanted him to look at me, see me. What in the world was keeping this man from just coming over and grabbing me?

Carlos just watched me dress, that same smile on his face.

In the kitchen, he already had some breakfast prepared, rice and vegetables with eggs on the side. I ate with relish, realizing I was starving. I helped with the dishes, then we went into the living room. I was feeling nice and well again.

We sat on the couch, I scooted over close to him and he actually put his arm around me. I let my fingers brush his thigh, I was being a brazen hussy. It didn't take long before he leaned over and kissed me, in short order his hands were stroking me outside my clothing.

"Will you undress for me again?" He whispered in my ear. There was a catch in his voice.

"Sure!" I got up, turned the music up. It was a soft ballad, I began to dance to the rythmm. Slowly I unbuttoned my blouse, turned my back as I stripped it off. The skirt followed next, I turned back wearing just my panties and my bra. His eyes were on me, that same smile on his face.

"You like this, don't you?" I was beginning to understand men by now. 

Carlos just nodded, his eyes glowing.

I turned and tripped my bra, then slid down my panties as I swung back towards him. His eyes were all over my body, I lay on my back like I had that night at Brad's place, opened my legs.

I opened my eyes, Carlos was standing there naked, his erection was jutting out, his balls seemed enormous. He dropped between my legs, letting the flat of his tongue sweep up and over me. The sensation made my eyes flutter, he did it again and again as I slipped into orgasm, one after another.

Then he was poised, I felt him slide into me as my hips came up to meet his thrusting. He lasted a long time, just like Dalton did.

I wondered why that popped into my head? Just like Dalton.

My husband.

I lay there and fucked Carlos as hard as I could, trying to get the image of Dalton out of my head.

What was I doing? I liked sex, I liked nudity, I liked exposing myself but I fought myself at the same time. I was miles away from home, doing exactly what I was running away from.

I continued to fuck Carlos until I heard him groan and felt him explode. He held me in his arms for a long time as we basked in the afterglow. Then the phone rang.

Carlos got up, I could barely hear what he was saying. He had his back to me, and was speaking quietly. He came back, sat and smiled at me.

"That was Rio, you met him at the club." He looked at me, like he was judging my reaction.

"Rio likes you."

I just looked at him, it was dawning on me.

"He will pay very well." He had that same smile on his face.

I got up and dressed.

"Take me to my car, please."

Carlos dropped me off at my car later, I watched him and he drove off in that huge truck. I got into my car and went home.

I had made up my mind, I was going to take control of my life. Everyone I met, all of them, seemed to see me as a toy, something to use.

Walking into my apartment, I grabbed the phone and dialed. It picked up on the 2nd ring.

"Dalton, do you still love me?"

"Oh, yes, Jeanie."

"If I come home, can I go to nursing school?"

"Yes, yes, of course!"

"Do you still want me to dress sexy?"

"Jeanie, you don't have to..."

"I plan on doing that, I want you happy, excited."

"Oh..Oh, Jeanie." I heard the catch in his voice.

"By the way, Bill is a lousy lay. Think you can come up with someone better?"

The phone was quiet.

"I had one named Carlos last night that was great!"

The phone stayed quiet.

"I am different now, Dalton."

"Different? How?"

"Do you still want your slut wife to come home?"

There was a short silence.

"Yes."

"Perhaps I will even let you watch sometimes if you are good."

I heard the sharp intake of his breath, knew what the idea of that did to him. Now I was in control.

"All right. I am on my way."

We shall see, I thought, as I pulled out onto the highway, headed back home. If men are all going to be that way, I might as well be home. I had learned a lot.

We shall see.



Manipulations Ch. 03



I was heading home. The drive was a couple of thousand miles but I was heading home to my husband, Dalton.

I suppose some would say I was simply out of my mind, but I knew exactly what I was letting myself in for. At least I thought I did.

I also was reasonably sure I could handle it.

I left Dalton because I thought he was trying to control me. There really wasn't any thinking about that, it was exactly what he was trying to do. I wanted to be free, make my own decisions about my life.

The truth is, none of us are ever completely free, we always must adjust to those around us. But it can also be on our own terms, I was thinking.

It took me almost a full year and just a few experiences to find that out. What I ran to was not as good as what I ran from.

My husband Dalton, being a good and considerate lover teased and played with me, trying to give me pleasure. He spent a lot of time getting me to the point where I wanted to give him some of the same. I spent a lot of time trying to please him, and not just in the bedroom. Our life together was fine, in many ways.

It suffered in others. Naive to the ways of the world, and of men, I was the dutiful wife. I did as I was told because I wanted to please my man.

I also wanted to go on to school, become a registered nurse. My dream, not for money but to fulfill my sense of accomplishment. Dalton wanted me to be at home for him. Then he wanted me to dress and act sexy for him, it wasn't long before his buddies were involved. I went along, actually, I went way more than along, I tried to take control myself.

I managed in some ways, failed in others. My youth and inexperience kept me from knowing what to do, how to just stand up and be what I wanted instead of be what he wanted. Displaying myself that last evening to his friends was upsetting to me, completely at odds with everything I knew and everything I had been taught.

It was also insanely exciting. I almost could not control myself, finally I ran to my room and safety. But even that safety was taken from me when Bill came into my room. I didn't even resist when he put his hands on me, knowing full well that Dalton had told him to come to me. But Bill had already emptied himself, and didn't have enough recovery to do any more than feel me.

I left Dalton the next morning.

On the road, I ran into an abusive police officer, the man took advantage of the darkened park where I had pulled off the road to try and sleep. He put his hands all over me, even inside me, I was frightened and didn't resist. The road once more became an escape.

I finally found a place to stay, and got barely settled in. I found work, ended up dancing on a stage wearing nothing but a little string and some pasties. That progressed to full nudity and being molested again. I would probably never have taken the job, it started as serving drinks and somehow progressed. When I realized I was being manipulated again, I was back on the road the next day.

I settled in again at a Casino, serving soft drinks and soon even had a nice tiny little apartment. Things went smoothly for awhile, my savings were growing, my dreams of nursing school getting closer.

Then my husband's friend Bill, the one Dalton tried to set me up with showed up. He wooed me, until I did sleep with him one time, he was large, he was hard, he was lousy. Only the 2nd man I ever let into my bed, he was a shadow of my husband.

It was months before I met another man that managed to interest me, his name was Carlos. He was much better sexually, but I realized quickly that his plans were to turn me into one of the girls who worked for him.

I would like to say I was surprised but I wasn't. It seemed like every man I met wanted to use me, use my body for their own ends. I was only 22 years old and had been with just three men. The two other than my husband were a..shall we say, a disappointment? 

I looked at my face in the rearview mirror as I drove. The face was completely different from the mousy little girl that had fled home several months earlier. Makeup was perfection, the kind that one must look closely to even realize it is there. My hair was longer, highlighted and falling in waves, the pretty blouse unbuttoned just enough to tease and protect modesty. Other than the matching short skirt and pantihose, it was all I wore.

I knew I looked good and delighted in that. All those years in school I studied and was ignored by boys. Yes, mousy would be the word. The image looking back at me was that of a woman in control, and proud of the way she looked.

"Ice Queen" they had called me behind my back at the casino. Hit upon constantly, I turned them all down except for Bill and Carlos. Even at that, both were a mistake, I added that to my knowledge.

I drove for several days, heading for the moment when I would see my husband Dalton again. I just did not know if love was still there, but I had known comfort and that can count for a lot.

Plus now I had the advantage of knowing how to yank his chain, and I also knew enough about myself to know that I just might enjoy doing that. I was sure I would be in control.

Dalton liked to show me off, I had found I liked being looked at, noticed. So we would see how things would go, and on my terms. I knew I would not mind being a naughty wife, if I got what I wanted out of the deal.

I was only 40 miles from our house when I stopped at a motel for the night. I did not want to arrive exhausted or disheveled from the long drive. The man behind the counter took a long look at me as I signed in, the smile on his face showed his interest. I delighted in that, looked him in the eyes as I took the room key. I saw his face flush. For just a moment, I thought of inviting him to the room but thought better of it. I was laughing at myself for those thoughts as I unlocked the door. Just a year ago the idea would never have even crossed my mind.

I had learned about myself, I had accepted myself as I was. My decisions. From now on, I would decide. I had the power to say no, I had the power to walk away. It wasn't a bad feeling.

Dalton was standing on the porch when I drove up the next morning. He headed for the car, I watched his expression change as he saw me, knowing that he almost would not recognize me.

"Wow!" he said, as he reached for me to give me a hug. I hugged him back, his arms felt familiar, good. Then his hands came up to stroke the sides of my breasts.

"Whoa, hold on, big boy! I just barely got home, let's unpack."

He released me and began to carry the suitcases inside, I busied myself with hanging clothes and filling some drawers with my things. I had a lot more clothes than I had left with.

I also had over $8000.00 I didn't bother to tell him about, money I had saved for my schooling.

I looked over the familiar house, there were some changes. There was a larger TV, different curtains, that seemed odd. I thought about the idea of Dalton hanging curtains, it didn't fit. The house was also neat as a pin, that was odd too, but I passed that off as his having spruced the place up for my return.

We sat and talked for a long time, there was a nervousness there. One would think that a married couple would pick up easily where they left off, we didn't. He wanted to know where I had been and who I was with. I pulled no punches, I told him everything. I also watched as his gaze darted to the open throat of my blouse, the tops of my braless breasts were like a magnet to his eyes.

Then he stood up.

"Jeanie..."

I just smiled. He picked me up and carried me to the bedroom, in moments he was stroking me, loving me in those ways so familiar. I responded in kind, lifting my hips to meet his mouth as he pressed against me, dragging the full flat of his tongue over my loins. It flashed in my mind that he had never seen me shaved, just a wisp of pubic hair above my clit remained. Then he changed positions, placing his erection near my face. I had gone down on him before, never like this, it seemed strange, too. But I took him in my mouth, soon feeling the pulsations as he orgasmed. I didn't stop as I always had before, oral sex had always seemed like something I shouldn't be doing. The sensations as he flooded me set me off and I orgasmed, strongly. He remained firm, Dalton was nearly always good for twice anyway.

Then he turned and pressed against me, I felt him slide inside and I mashed myself against him, legs as wide as I could let them go, feeling the pleasure of him pressing.

We were holding each other, basking in the afterglow when the phone rang. Dalton jumped up to go answer it. I could hear his side of the conversation, even though he instantly lowered his voice and turned his back.

"Not right now." He said.

"No. I am busy."

"Yes, me too." Then he hung up.

He came back to the bed, stretched out beside me.

"Who was that?"

"Oh, just from work." His nervousness betrayed him.

I knew. I will concede it was a bit of a shock, the idea that Dalton would not go without sex never even entered my mind, I guess I really was still naive in some respects.

"So you have some things to tell me, too?"

"Yes."

"Who is she?"

Dalton blushed furiously, I lay there naked, the same unchanging smile on my face but flutters inside.

"Connie." His voice was hesitant. "She is in some of my classes."

"Oh." I just let it go.

"It will be over now."

I just shrugged, trying to not give away the turmoil inside me.

We settled in to a married life. The hesitation between us vanished, it even became somehow like I had never left. I got the same feeling I had when I was living at the coast, it was like everything before was a dream. I managed to get myself enrolled at a nearby school, I was just waiting for my first semester to begin. I had enough money, plus Dalton was working at a medical supply company to cover his school costs, too. I found a job as a receptionist, booking appointments for a local dentist. It wasn't exactly the field I wanted but it beat serving drinks. Several years went by quickly.

During all that time, Dalton never showed any signs of being unfaithful, I know I wasn't. I simply had no need. I did dress as sexy as I could for him, even when his friends were around. It always got him going and led to a nice session in bed for us. I didn't mind, men noticing me excited me, too. I didn't put on any shows like that one crazy night years before, but anyone who cared to look got peeks at my bare nipples regularly, and I seldom wore panties of any kind.

I did notice that Ken, the dentist I worked for looked at me like he wanted to eat me up. I did my best to pretend to not notice, at the same time I also dressed to attract. I knew that helped me to keep the job, between patients Ken would come out and chat with me. His assistant's name was Brenda, she was a few years older than me, and a tiny bit heavy. But she made up for it with low cut loose blouses, obvious under the smock she wore that was always unbuttoned far enough to display her cleavage.

Once I stepped into his office to let him know about a phone call, the man in the chair was leaned back, mouth propped open. Then I realized that Brenda was standing there to assist, and had her crotch pressed firmly on the man's elbow that was resting on the arm of the dental chair. She stepped back when she saw me, I just smiled and got one in return. I simply went back to work, thinking that that had to be good for business.

I mentioned that to Dalton that evening when I got home.

"Well, a good Doctor needs a good assistant!" he laughed.

It wasn't long before Dalton graduated, he was at the top of his classes, offers came from all directions. He accepted a position at one of the local HMO's. I still had a few semesters to go before I was licensed.

One day Ken asked me to assist him for the day, Brenda was off visiting her mother who was ill. By then I knew all the procedures, simple stuff. Just get the client into the chair, string the apron around his neck, lay out the tool packets and be there with the suction if it was needed.

The first client was a 50 year old grandmother type, that went smoothly. The next one was a young man in his 30's, he was there for a simple filling procedure. He had been there several times, I knew him as Barry. I led him into the room, got him settled.

"Were is Brenda?" he asked.

"Oh, she is off today with family concerns, I will be assisting."

He smiled and put his left elbow on the armrest, sticking it out farther than seemed required.

I almost laughed, but I stepped forward, lowered the chair until his elbow was right below my crotch, then touched the button to lift the chair until he was pressed against my crotch. I had nothing on underneath the skirt I wore. I felt that, it sent a little tingle through me. Then Ken came in and began to work. When he picked up the needle, Barry grimaced so I slowly moved my hips back and forth, he relaxed as the dentist did the injection. I don't think Barry even noticed that.

A few times I caught Ken looking at me, but he just did the procedure. After Barry left, he came out into the reception area.

"Thanks. You will do fine, you are a bright lady." He had a big grin on his face. He gave me a big hug, put both of his hands on my behind and lifted firmly. I just let him.

Brenda came back to work the next day, I was almost disappointed. That was the only day I worked with Ken, but I found I enjoyed it. I even had a fantasy about that as Dalton made love to me that night.

I finally got my papers, I could work as a nurse. I did well in school and nurses were in short supply so I had my pick of jobs.

I picked one at the same HMO where Dalton worked. I had thought about actually being his nurse but he had had the same middle aged African lady for a few years, so that was out.

Instead I was assigned to a little cubicle, my job was to refer patients to whatever doctor was best suited, or to simply advise and send them home if the situation was a simple one. My job was actually to save expensive doctor time for the HMO, of course.

So I saw a solid string of stuffy noses, sore elbows, ingrown toenails, on and on. A few showed signs of something more serious, I referred them for testing. My nurse's scrubs were conservative, required by the HMO, I will be honest in that I hated them. It didn't take me long to figure out to grab one a size too big, because I could bend over and it would gap nicely. That got me the attention I still craved, plus I was careful with my hair and makeup. I was getting a few male clients, I would sit on my little stool, knowing they were getting a peek down the front of my scrubs. It was fun to watch them pretend to not look, but they nearly all did.

One day a young man about 20 or so was ushered into my cubicle. I looked at the chart, James was complaining of an inflamation of the genitals. I talked to him a bit about his history, he was freshly married, just a few weeks before. He was also blushing from stem to stern.

I had handed him a drape and told him to undress from the waist down, he turned even redder as I left the room, stifling a giggle.

He was sitting on the edge of the table as I came in. The sheet was pulled loosely around him.

"Relax, James. I have seen lots of those things, let's take a look."

I sat on my stool, reached out and opened the sheet. I was surprised at what greeted me, James's penis was a good 10" long hanging there soft. He wasn't circumcised, and I saw the problem instantly, his foreskin was bright red and swollen.

I reached out and lifted his penis, sliding the foreskin back carefully as he grimaced in pain. The thing hardened instantly at my touch, I continued to slide the foreskin back, revealing a huge purple head. Even the slit in the end was enormous, it seemed to gap open and was a full 3/4" long.

I must have hesitated in surprise, sitting there holding him in my hand, because he exploded in orgasm, hitting me in the face and hair.

"Oh, God, I'm sorry!" he exclaimed. I looked up at his face, he seemed to have a smirk on it.

I reached for an alcohol wipe and cleaned up.

"Relax, no problem, just youth." I said.

I reached out and took him in my hands again to finish my inspection, he was still fully erect. I saw no signs of infection, nothing, just inflammation. I reluctantly slid his foreskin back in place, and had him cover up.

"So you just got married?" I asked him.

"Yes."

"How often do you and your wife have intercourse?"

"Four or five times a day."

I knew what the problem was.

"I think you are just rubbing yourself raw." I told him. I precribed an ointment, advised him to avoid intercourse for a week or so and see if it heals up.

Then I booked him for a week later, I wasn't really supposed to do that, it should have been a referral. Then I went back to my work.

A week later, the receptionist told me my referral was here, I drew a blank for a moment, then realized.

James was ushered into my cubicle, he sat on the table and smiled at me. I noticed he wasn't red-faced this time.

"So how are you doing?"

"Pretty good."

"Did the swelling go down?"

"Yes, mostly."

"I guess I better take another look."

James hopped up, pulled his trousers and shorts down in one motion, then sat back down on the table. His penis jutted straight up. I suddenly felt mildly nervous, where in the hell did the bashful guy go?

I pulled on some latex gloves, turned my stool back to look. James sat there, his erection was enormous, I had never seen anything like it, even in photos in school. He was so firm his foreskin was halfway back all by itself.

"Well, it looks all right now." I started to take my gloves off.

"Aren't you going to touch it?...To make sure?"

"I..I don't want to make you uncomfortable."

"Go ahead, it's all right."

My right hand went out with a mind of it's own, grasped him and began to slide the foreskin back. I heard his sharp intake of breath, I felt like I was in a daze as my hand began to work up and down the huge shaft. The fingers of one hand didn't reach all the way around, I reached out with my other hand, it was just a couple of strokes later before he blasted off. His sperm shot up and over my head, the second shot splattered onto me, the third was weaker but still flew up and back. The thing jerked in my hands, I finally let go. I was shocked at what I had just done.

Regaining my composure, I wiped up, then I handed him a fresh towel and he wiped himself up too.

"I'm sorry, that's not something I...."

"Hey, it's fine, Doc. I knew you liked it when you showed off your titties last time."

"Showed off my...?" Well, I guess I probably had.

James pulled up his pants, gave me a big grin.

"See you again, Doc!" Then he was gone, leaving me sitting there in turmoil.

I didn't tell Dalton about that, I didn't tell anyone. I had learned in nursing school that interaction between clients and patients happens, but it is kept quiet. Night nurses would often relieve the stronger male patients, it kept them calmer and stress-free.

It is also cause for instant dismissal if it becomes public, because of the risk of legal action. So everyone is quiet and careful about things like that. This situation had moved out of my control, but I did manage to forget about it and go back to doing my job.

It was a week later that I got a phone call.

"Hi, Doc!" James's voice greeted me.

"Hello. What do you want?"

"Oh, I thought maybe I could get an appointment." His voice sounded like he was laughing.

"I can't..I..It's not allowed."

"Well, meet me at the Madison Street motel then."

"I can't do that."

"You better. Or I could just make a phone call."

"I..Look, I can't do that."

"7:00. Room 26." He hung up.

I should have just called his bluff, but what if he wasn't bluffing? My career, my future, everything was on the line. Sure, I could just lie but I knew I would give myself away, I was lousy at it.




Manipulations Ch. 03



I found myself sitting in the parking lot at the motel at 5 minutes to seven. I had ran over and over in my mind what I was going to say to him. That I didn't mean anything by it, it just happened, and for him to leave me alone.

I got out of the car, knocked on the door. It opened almost instantly. James stood there, dressed in what looked like a smoking robe.

"I knew you would come."

"Look, I just want to talk to you, explain."

He reached out and pulled me inside, shut the door. I suddenly felt trapped, what was I even doing here? This guy was just a kid, 10 years younger than me, but he was easily bigger and stronger.

"What do you want from me?"

"I want a better look at those nice titties." he grinned.

"Look, I don't..."

"Sure you do, that's why you came." With that, he shrugged the robe off his shoulders, he was nude underneath. My eyes dropped down to that huge erection again, I just couldn't stop myself.

James stepped up to me, reached for the buttons on my blouse. I just stood there, I didn't resist. He tugged on the sleeves, I lifted my arms. I was standing in front of him in slacks and just a bra, I seldom wear a bra but I did. He reached behind and tripped the catch, sliding the straps off my shoulders, letting it fall to the floor.

He was standing so close to me that his erection was touching me, I stood there in a fog trying to make myself do or say something.

As he pushed me back on the bed I remember wondering why I froze up like this in some situations, then he was tugging at my slacks, they came down and off. His hands reached the waistband of my panties, he pulled on them, finally managing to get them past my hips, I was now naked.

There was no fanfare, he simply pressed the end of his huge cock against me, using his hands to press my legs open. I felt the flood of moisture, involuntary. Then I felt a stab of pain as he pressed the head inside, it wasn't going to fit, it was impossible.

But it did, more and more until I felt him hitting the very deepest recesses of my vagina. The pain gave way to something else, it wasn't exactly pleasure, it was more of a feeling of being completely stuffed. Then he began to stroke, to fuck me. Visions of Dalton, my running away, even touching this same man at the clinic flashed in my mind. I felt the beginnings of orgasm, then I exploded, I now had no resistance at all. My hips came up to pound back at him, take him greedily, then he blasted off. I saw images of the huges streams off his ejaculate flying through the air in my mind as he slammed into the deepest recesses of my womb.

Finally he shuddered, he was done. I felt him withdraw, it made a popping sound as he did. He stood over me with a smile, I looked down, his cock was still mostly hard.

"You are one great fuck!" He told me. "From now on, you come to me when I call you."

He sat there naked, his member finally softened, just watching me dress.

"What about...I thought you were married?"

"I am, the bitch does what I tell her to." He grinned at me. 

"Just like you!" he added. "Got it?"

I nodded, then left to go home.

Dalton had dinner ready when I got there.

"How was the meeting?" he asked.

"Oh, fine." I hurried into the bathroom, cleaned up as best as I could. Then I joined Dalton at the table.

"So who all was there?" he asked.

"Oh, just the usual staff."

He let it go at that, I caught the odd expression on his face.

In bed that night, Dalton turned to me, I felt his readiness. His familiar hands stroked me, then he was between my legs, sliding inside.

"God you feel wet tonight!" he panted, as he stroked at me. It took him a very long time, I almost couldn't feel him.

We settled into a routine, every couple of weeks the phone would ring. I would find some excuse to slip away to James. I kept telling myself that this was the last time, then I would go the next time anyway. He had some kind of power over me I just could not control. One time I met him at a motel, he had a friend with him. The guy was older, around 40 or so. James told me to fuck him while he watched, I did. Another time he had several men at an apartment, he told me to strip naked and stay that way all night.

I did that, too. The same older guy fucked me on the floor that night while they all watched, I expected all of them to but just the one guy did. They all had their hands on me at one time or another though.

Then James sent me to a house across town, he told me to do what I was told. I expected James to be there, he wasn't. I was greeted by two older men, they looked like businessmen types. They took turns fucking me all night, one of them even put his cock up my ass, I was glad he was small.

My life became a whirlwind of fear and orders, I was once again being taken advantage of, but I had no control. I was like I was hypnotized or something.

Then James told me to meet him at a motel room, I was inside and beginning to undress for him and another man when the door burst open. I had just removed my blouse.

There was a huge fight, it went on for several minutes, ending with the man I didn't know running and James lying bleeding on the floor. Several people had gathered outside because of all of the racket. Dalton dragged me out the door, I was naked to the waist but he didn't care, he loaded me in his car and we got out of there.

At home, Dalton just sat and looked at me, I saw irritation, upset on his face. He didn't say a word. I sat and cried.

Finally between sobs, I managed to get it all out. How it started out almost innocent, one thing led to another until James had total control over me. Somehow he had manipulated me into that situation.

Dalton had tears in his eyes too.

"Like I did to you when we first got together?"

"Yes, but much worse."

"You aren't as strong as you think you are."

"No, I guess I'm not." I sobbed.

"Well, from now on, I will watch over you. We are moving, I bought out a private practice, you can be my nurse."

"You aren't..You won't leave me?"

"No. I love you. I need you to help me make the business work."

"How do you mean?"

"It's a mill town, some of the clients are women, but most...are men."

"You mean...You want me to..?

"Well, a little sex appeal doesn't hurt a bit."

I understood perfectly. I got up, went and looked at myself in the mirror. I saw the red eyes, puffy face, all that would pass. A pretty woman looked back at me, even with all of that.

A pretty woman. A pretty possession.

A sexy tool. Everywhere I went, it was the way things were.

I understood perfectly. I didn't even mind. I turned back to Dalton.

"So I should let the men clients get peeks at my pretty titties?" I arched my back, reached around and lifted my breasts through my blouse.

Dalton sat there, his face began to flush.

"Maybe I will wear nice short little nurse's skirts?" I smiled as I moved towards him. The bulge in his pants told me what I needed to know.

I dropped to my knees before him, reached up and unzipped his pants. Then I reached inside his waistband, freed his erection.

"Some of them will need to give sperm samples I will bet."

Dalton's eyes glazed over.

"I suppose I could help with that." I slid my lips over the end of Dalton's cock, it was almost throbbing now.

Yes, I understood perfectly.

As I administered to my husband, a thought popped into my head.

I wondered who was doing the manipulating?



Manipulations



I decided to top even that, I let my knees part all the way to the armrests. I raised my arms over my head and stretched, my titties pressed against the sheer cloth. I could see through slitted eyes that all three of them were now leaning forward with their mouths hanging open.

I dropped my hand down to my crotch, again pretending to scratch, tugging the sheer material over a bit in the process, feeling one lip slide out past the seam. Not that that made any difference, the material was completely sheer. Poor Dalton was sitting off to my side so I knew he couldn't see what they were seeing. I was feeling completely in control.

"Bill could use a beer." Dalton said. I knew what he wanted.

"Sure, Honey." I hopped up and went into the kitchen, I was going to fix him good. I slid the sheer panties down and off, then grabbed a beer. I walked out, bent over in front of him and set the beer down for Bill who was staring at my breasts. I heard a gasp of surprise from Dalton, then I went and sat back down in my chair. It was almost funny, he was leaning way over trying to see me. I had the living room full of men that were mush, putty in my hands, I could make them do anything.

Then I tortured them some more, making sure they saw everything. It was exciting in a way, I was puffing up and getting wet. Once I even got down on my hands and knees pretending to pick up bits of popcorn and things off the carpet. I spent a solid 5 minutes doing that, my bare behind sticking up, the short little skirt did not cover me at all in that position.

Then I got up and left.

"Holy goddam hell!" I heard one of them say as I left the room. I was giggling by the time I got to my bedroom, but my hands went to my slit and I rubbed myself, I had to.

Dalton came in as I was in the throes of orgasm, he was on me in a flash. I orgasmed again as he pounded at me, I had visions of Bill's huge cock in my head as he did. I tried to cast that out of my mind, it wouldn't go. I also was upset, this was not the way I expected my marriage to be. Crazy thoughts were in my head, I had just used my body for a power trip, it was that easy.

Yet I was excited and ashamed at the same time. 

But Dalton seemed to think I was a toy or something for his own pleasure. I was beginning to change my mind about things, besides, I now knew I could have anything I wanted in my life.

"You want that big cock, don't you?" Dalton panted at me.

"Yes, God yes!" I screamed it out just to get him to hurry up.

I lay there feeling strange afterwards, had I really done that? I felt Dalton get up and go to the bathroom, then he got dressed and left. I was lying naked on the bed, my mind running through all the changes of the last few weeks.

I heard the door open, I looked up. It was Bill. He came towards me, it was like everything was in a haze. I just lay there. I felt his hands on me, then the rustle of clothing. I looked at him, he was nude, his large cock was hanging down between his legs, I thought that was odd. I had expected him to be erect and huge. I saw him reach down and stroke himself, then he lay down beside me and put his hand between my legs.

I just lay there and let him, he leaned over and began to lick my breasts. I was curious, I reached down and took his penis in my hand. It was soft.

"What's wrong?" I ssked him.

"I came in my pants and then had to jack off in the bathroom, I think need some time." He seemed chagrined.

I started laughing, went into hysterics. I got up and went into the bathroom, washed myself. I found a robe, pulled it on. Bill was still lying on the bed when I came out, still limp.

"What happened here stays here, don't tell Dalton anything except how good it was." I told him.

"Because if you do, you will NEVER get any!" I was firm with that, Bill just nodded.

I think he was probably relieved, his reputation intact. He dressed and smiled at me. 

"Next time."

I just looked at him.

Later Dalton came in, he actually seemed a bit sheepish. 

But he was curious.

"How was it?"

"Great! God is he big!" I smiled sweetly.

"And hard as a rock, he went on and on, I must have had a dozen orgasms."

Dalton had an odd look on his face.

"I never realized how good it can be, I wish you could give me feelings like that." I stuck the knife in farther.

Dalton looked crestfallen now.

He undressed and came to bed, he made no move to reach for me.

Monday morning Dalton left for work. I sat and thought for about an hour, then I packed my bags. I put on the pretty flowered dress my Mom had bought for me years ago, left a couple of buttons undone. I drove down to the bank and withdrew our savings, just a few thousand but enough.

Then I got in my car, pulled out onto the freeway. I didn't know where I was going, I would know when I got there.

I would be just fine.