0 comments/ 26908 views/ 1 favorites Sensuality Ch. 02 By: Electrosexman --------------------------- This is the second chapter of the first story I have submitted to Literotica. For previous events in the story read 'Sensuality' -- Helene the assistant secretary was unwittingly introduced to sexual stimulation and subsequently 'medically' explored by Doctor Jared. In this chapter Simon head of the firm which manufactures medical equipment, discovers Helene, and Gertrude, his secretary, discovers the delights of the new toy Simon brought back from his conference. Jared, the company medico assists in ensuring that no hole is left unexplored. Helene gets her 'package deal' at the UniSexSensuality salon along with a few extras she isn't charged for and didn't request. Meanwhile Simon relaxes with a massage while he watches the action. Reader's comments and suggestions are welcome. --------------------------- Simon says "Who?" Simon's Story It was my first day back in the office after a four day conference and demonstration of items of our medical equipment. Some of the younger female medical delegates were susceptible to my advances and the adjunct I surreptitiously added to their drinks ensured that they would not only be susceptible, but also pliable when we reached their bedrooms together. It rankled that three of the older and more established medicos -- although one was a dental surgeon --resisted every advance I made. The only conclusion I could draw was that they made 'advances' to each other. Nevertheless they had eventually succumbed when suitably 'dosed'... but more than half the pleasure of reaming these women would be seeing them consciously enjoy what I did to them. My attention wandered for a moment. Challenges were there to be faced and overcome. Somehow, some day, some way I would conquer those three as well... they would be begging me... Then I looked at the figures and results again, amazed. Jared had done some good work here, on this his latest seductive foray, but who was she? Who was this Helene Marsden? I pressed the intercom button. "Gertie, get your attractive ass in here, quick smart!" She scuttled into the office, her wobbling bulk much like a Sherman tank. Like the Sherman tank, had there been obstructions in her way they would now be decorating the carpet. "Oh Simon dear, it's so nice at my age to hear at least one man think my ass is attractive." "Mmm. And you know I'm attracted to it, you she-devil." "You wanted to . . . no, you already told me this morning that you aren't 'up to it' with me yet." "I AM up to checking on what happens in this company while I'm absent." I pointed at the computer screen with one hand while my other hand reached up under her skirts. "Look at this... this Helene, WHO is she?" Visit: 2 Date: 7th Duration: 9.30 -- 10.30am Event: Seen by Dr. Martin re oral contraceptives Dose1 Qty. 25mg Narcotisation: nil Level 2. Status: Virgin-penetrated. Thick auburn bush, Hymen open/ragged, vestibule wide Arousal: 10mg orally Lift: pheromone contact cream Analgesia: Joy x 2 to pudenda Suction: Nipples to 25mm x 15mm -------------------------------------------------------- Area Calibration Program Intensity Nipples 25mm x 15mm 1. Rising waves & stabs 3 Vagina: 15cm x 6cm 1. Continuous 800Hz 2 2. Pulsed 50Hz squeeze 4 Anus 4.4cm 1. Stroke 3 2. Pulsed 500Hz wave 4 Clitoris 3x1cm 35mm x 26g 1. Tickle 2 - 5 Labia Min. 25mm x 26g 1. Tickle 2 - 5 -------------------------------------------------------- Subject remained conscious throughout whole procedure, apparently in awe of the sensations so recently discovered. At close of the session she insisted on nipples being suckled. Oral contraceptive medication commenced. Next fertile period would have been Friday 10th Feb. Well prepared for further invasive stimulation exercises however I would caution that applications of 'Joy' be administered before extensive dilatations. --------------------------- As she scanned the screen Gertrude wriggled her hips, "Oooh my oh my!" then she opened her legs allowing me easier access to her naked crotch. "Well, well, well. Jared must have had real fun with her." "Gertie. Tell me, who is this chick?" I pinched her swelling clit hard then slid three fingers into her moist tunnel. "Helene? No chick, she's a real little cherub. Totally innocent, she's never been touched up. It was her first performance with a vibrator. You get the picture?" "But who . . . where . . . is she?" "Next door. My assistant. She went down to see Jared a while ago and now she's working through your assessment sheets... I've told her she can leave early -- for the salon -- at four thirty if she gets through them." "Your assistant... now, we both know you don't need one Gertie, but it's a good ploy." "Not only a ploy Simon, it will leave us more time for each other, to play... when you are up to it of course." She looked at me expectantly. "So, did you bring me anything this time, other than the three 'stuck-up broads' that you screwed?" "Yes, I did, but before you get it, please bring in the cherub. I'd like to meet her and I think I'll spend some time in the observation room this evening. Lee-Anne can give me a massage while I watch the fun." 'Cherub' was not the word I would have applied to the charming young woman who preceded my secretary into the office. "Mr. Hetherington, Miss Hammond said you would like to see me." She sounded worried, but she was still exuding an aura of sexual joy and fulfilment, even though it was an hour since Jared had concluded his titillating ministrations. "Helene, please sit down." She sat glancing at Gertie on the chair to her left. "Normally I personally interview all the staff on this floor, but I understand that Gertrude engaged you while I was away?" She nodded. "Simon," Gertrude interrupted, "this young lady has been mouldering away in our typing pool. I met her at a lecture in the business college two years back. I didn't even know we had her on staff here." "Well Helene that's a very good reason for us to update all our employee profiles with more information on their skills and up-to-date photos. Maybe a task for you next month?" "Yes Mr. Hetherington." "Helene, while we're up here, with just the two or three of us together, I do like to be called Simon, alright? Now, I like the effect of your manicure it's a really professional job." "Oh Miss Hamm- I mean Gertrude introduced me to this UniSexSensuality salon on Friday, it was so wonderful, and tonight," she sounded like an excited thirteen year old, "I'm having a cut, shampoo and set and a facial." "Did you say 'UniSex', do they accept men customers also?" I asked innocently. "I suppose that's what it means Simon." "Well, you may see me there some time, especially if they have male massage facilities." I nodded smiling. "Now, run along, finish collating those assessment forms please and do have a good evening Helene." * * * I was just about to unpack and set up the present for Gertrude when there was a rap at the office door. "Oh Jared, that was good work this morning. What a way to start off the week." "Yes, Helene... she's such a delightful little bundle of nerves, 'ooohs' and 'ahhs'. She won't remember all of it - what was actually done to her - but she will remember that it was an ecstatic experience." "Mmm. What would we do without you Jared?" "I hope you never do. We've fine tuned this operation into a perfect system. You, Gertie, Monica, the two masseuse's and I think that eventually that little cherub will be a valuable adjunct to our PR machine." "Now Jared," I glanced at the package in his hand, "what have you got for me there?" "Coffee, another week's supply I hope. Remember your driver won't last forever Simon," Jared's glance strayed to the large 'Fragile' marked packing case in the corner. "Enlighten my curiosity please Simon." "I was just about to introduce Gertie to her new present when you so rudely interrupted us. Do you mind if he stays?" Gertie shook her head. "No, I'd already thought of visiting him downstairs for some comfort, seeing as you're presently disabled." "Lift it out Jared, but before you do, lock the door, Gertie no calls, o.k.?" It took him some effort but soon Jared had the front screws of the packing case undone and with the front panel removed it was easy to slide the heavy object out onto the office carpet. He chuckled throatily as he read the contents label. 'Powerful Penetrator Mark III' "Yes, Jared, it's exactly what you think it is. A fucking machine, it combines horizontal operation with all the variations of sitting, recumbent or prone. You can put the subject in any position you like. Would you fix up the abdominal support, the handgrips and front shoulder rests please. Gertie is going to give us a solo performance." I could see that Gertie was more than ready for the show. She had pulled up the front of her skirt and stuffed into the neckline of her dress in anticipation, and already inched down her voluminous knickers, opening up for action. "Simon, lube, please... do you want to do me in the front or back?" "I'm not 'up to it' yet, remember. But Jared may be. Jared, how are you standing up? Think you'd enjoy giving Gertie an anal?" "Ohhh you two devils!" she exclaimed, watching as we adjusted the machine. "Here I go, riding to glory," she muttered, leaning over to settle her bulk and holding onto the grips. "I guess I put my feet on here to help spread my legs for you?" "Yes. We'll just get you started with a solo act then Jared can join in and make it a duet." I lubed up her ass and twat with generous helpings of electro gel. I hadn't told her that the dildo was a bipolar electro probe as well. "Off we go, but first the fine adjustments. Tell me, is that in deep enough for you now?" "Ugh," she growled, that's really going to drill me. "It's a nice tight one Simon." "Five centimetres," I tossed the two straps across her back and shoulders effectively pinning her to the support, four more went around her thighs and calves. "Now Gertie, what's the safe word?" "Atomic, ATOMIC, and already from the feel of this thing I'm going to rapidly turn into fissile material. I hope you're filming this for us." "That's always our deal isn't it." I flipped the switch on my desk and the wall panels swivelled turning the office into all-round mirrors. Gertie could see everything that was happening, her front, side, and back. Had she not been prone on the machine she would have had the view from the ceiling as well. "Here we go, my delightful Dirty Gertie." The dildo began its rhythmic in-and-out motion, varying its speed occasionally. I could see her looking at me apprehensively as I picked up the control box for the stimulation then as the dildo reached the full depth of its plunge I gave her G-spot a burst charge and watched her convulse, her pussy lips drawing tight around the dildo. "Ohhhhhh Ouch! That hurt Simon. Rack it back a bit please." A slight adjustment set the intensity to what was just bearable for her when the dildo was fully inside her, but as it withdrew the current density increased and because of the smaller contact area this shocked her pussy lips with its pulses. "Ugh... Si-mon... ugh... Heth-ugh... ering-ugh... ton... OhhhhhHHH!" I dropped the intensity back a notch so that her words became more intelligible. "The next time I 'dom' you Simon I'm going to use the longest, biggest, zapper probe I can find, and I'll ream your chute and shock you until you are crying out for mercy!" "How is your chute feeling my dear, do you want it filled yet?" "Mmm but ramp up the speed a bit before Jared starts on me. I think I can take about another ten minutes of this but that's about all Simon." "You look really good Gertie, you're oozing now. Starting to flutter and your magnificent cherry is just begging for my attention." "Oh God, not that!" she cried as I picked up the bipolar clit clip and fitted it snugly around the cherry. "Yes, it's my little 'zinger zapper'." I'd modelled the impulses on the 'ting ting' of a telephone bell and they always sent Gert wild with excitement as her clit twitched and jumped around to the shocking 'music'. "Go for it Jared, you know what she likes." Jared rested his knob briefly against her pucker. I'd handed him a cock ring for his glans. The fine connecting wires to the stimulator box were too thin to be felt but enough to carry the current. "Hey ho, in we go," He pushed his knob against the well lubricated opening and slid right inside her. When he was at full depth I stabbed the 'shoot' button. Gertie just convulsed her belly muscles spasming. "Oooohhhhh," she moaned, "do it again, right in there, Simon please. Ohhh, ouch." She was finding difficult to know by now where the different stimuli were coming from but I could see her body screaming for more. "You like it hard, like this, don't you," Jared grunted, thrusting in until his thighs slapped against her ass cheeks. "You're so nice and tight Gertie, yes, clutch me and pull me inside, I like that." My driver had certainly suffered a pounding over the weekend. I knew I couldn't do much with it yet, but by now in response to what was happening on our parade ground it was standing at full attention. One thing it could do without effort on my part was to fill Gertie's other orifice. "Swallow it, right down." I commanded. I knew she was practised enough to 'deep throat' me yet still manage to breathe. "Just hold me in there Gert until you come." Her breathing was now rising and falling in rhythm with the dildo and Jared's parallel thrusts. Her twin 40 inch orbs striving to break the confines of her bra, like waves threatening to crash over a sea-wall. At last she gave a long deep sigh and seemed to almost disintegrate into a blob of jelly, pushing my tool out and giving one loud long scream. "Ahhhhhh! OHHH, OHHHH! You fuckers! The three of you! Talk about being fucked to a finish." "Just a minute, ple-ease," Jared groaned, "I'm n-not, fin-ished!" "Simon, turn that thing off and let him get inside my love tunnel, quick. A fresh condom Jared please, and a couple of squirts of 'Joy', Owwww! I'm getting there again..." Those urgent demands were soon attended to. Jared began a punishing, lunging exploration of Gert's lips and tunnel, constantly building up his pace while I periodically gave her clit and whatever the ring was in contact with a few jolts. He thrust hard inside and when he was in the region of her G-spot I treated her to a rising wave of pulsed stimulation. "Oh Godddd! I'm comminngggg AGAAAAINNN! Simon, PLEEEEEASE!" At that Jared plunged in and out of her as if he was driving piles into a riverbed, Gertie's river was running and with the second climax she squirted. "Ugh, ugh, uuuughhhh," Jared moaned, "OHHHHHH!" and his ejaculation shot like machine gun bullets against her well massaged cervix. She lay flaccid spread over the machine, struggling to breathe as Jared, exhausted from his own exertions, lay over her back. "Gertie my dear," I said eventually, as I unstrapped her and held her as she came unsteadily to her feet. "You look very well used. Do you have some other clothes in your locker?" I knew she did, because she was always prepared for these 'eventualities'. We'd all returned our clothing to more of less a normal state so I volunteered, "I'll just check if the coast is clear." "Simon," she breathed, "go into Helene's office and," sigh, "engage her somehow. I'd hate her to see me like this just now." "Do you want a coffee Gertie dear?" Jared asked. "No way!" she cuffed him around the ear, 'I don't need any of your witches brew after that ride... I want to remember every bit of it. But you can get me a camomile tea." -------------------------------------- Helene's Story I'd wanted to check with Simon or Gertrude about three of Simon's assessment forms from his conference, but the office door was locked, the 'Do Not Disturb' glowing its red warning. Had I been aware of what was going on in there I might have fled the office, tearing down the thirteen flights of stairs and left Hetherington's never to return! Four o'clock had passed, so in the end I set up a letter on the word processor and printed it off: 7th Feb. 4.15pm 'Mr. Hetherington. These three assessment forms contain scurrilous and possibly libellous statements. I note that you have marked them in red: 'For my further and immediate attention' I am therefore enclosing them with this letter as I feel you would not want general access to reports such as these. Signed. H.M. p.s. you were unavailable. I hope I have done the right thing! I sealed the envelope, slid it under the door of Simon's office and made my way to the lift and out of the building. * * * The UniSexSensuality salon seemed to beckon me inside but when I entered I saw that every chair was occupied, hairdressers busily cutting, shampooing and setting a wide cross section of clientele. And my appointment had been for 4.30 My expression must have shouted 'dismay' but Monica sidled up alongside and whispered in my ear. "Don't worry, you're a Valued Customer. Come with me Helene." She guided me through the salon to a door in one corner marked 'VC Lounge Private' and we walked through together. If I had been impressed by the 'ambience' of the salon where I was assisted on Friday night, the scene before me now took my breath away. There was a huge area where every kind of relaxation facility a woman would want was spread out before me. Vanity areas, an array of accessories, clutch purses and notecases with the 'UniSexSensuality' logo. A few women wearing very fashionable outfits sat reading magazines, another was communicating on the internet facility and on the other side of the room two young women wearing primrose coloured shifts sat chatting. "How does it feel being a VC Helene? You will have the use of all this, and there is so much to enjoy." I was stunned and lost for a reply, instead I asked her "Where do I have the 'package', out back there?" "Oh, no. There's another private area for all the VC treatments. And we want you to relax, to 'swim' in sensation and comfort. Come with me. You can enjoy the spa while I get things ready." She guided me to a change room. "Slip off your things. When you've finished soaking there are towels in this locker and put on this shift. Don't put your underwear back on please. I'll bring you one of our special coffees to perk you up in a moment." The spa was something I had never dreamed of. Water bubbled and foamed around me, the pulsing of the jets teasing every area of my body. I manoeuvred myself in front of one of them, allowing it to tickle the 'cherry' that Jared had squeezed that morning. Two other jets seemed to be in just the correct place to pulse on my nipples. "Whoa!" Monica's exclamation woke me as if from a trance. "You've been half an hour in there, are you 'pruned'?" I glanced at my fingertips and the wrinkles on the pads. "Mmm. I think I dozed off. Soporific is the only word to describe that." "Out you get then, I'll give you a rub down then we'll get started. I think the cut first." She held a large fluffy towel in her arms then enfolded me in it, vigorously drying off areas of my body. "You have lovely breasts Helene and those tittys just seem designed for sucking." I suddenly stiffened at a remembered feeling, at the back of my mind was the recent memory of someone sucking those nipples . . . maybe it was just one of those wish-fulfilment things? Monica's touch brought me more than just awake. My body took on a peculiar glow. Involuntarily I opened my legs to allow her to dry my crotch then shivered as first one then two of her fingers delved inside me. Sensuality Ch. 02 "Helene, you are going to make someone happy, so very happy one day." My mind returned to a vaguely remembered thread of conversation: 'Oh I want to know what it feels like, with a man, with the right person putting his, putting himself inside me.' Had I really said that? When? And who had I said it to? But that was the feeling I had now as Monica gently explored me down there. Suddenly I jumped. "Helene, do you know what that little place is?" "N-no, but it almost seemed to switch me on." "I guess 'switch' is a very good description. It's your G-spot. A very sensitive area on the wall of your vagina. If a man is really going to pleasure you, make sure he knows about that and how to work on it." "I th-think my body is dry enough now... but I feel a bit wet down there," I chuckled." "No problem. Slip this tampon inside you, it will soak up your juices. And here's your own personal shift." For some reason I felt more comfortable with Monica now. "Right, let battle commence, though dealing with your lovely hair will be a joy." As my body was enfolded by the soft relaxing arms of the massage chair I felt as if I was already disintegrating. I reached for the console controlling the massage pads and adjusted first one, then the other knob. "Another coffee Helene," Lee-Anne was at my elbow. "I think we need to wake you up. You can't enjoy things in never land you know, only dreams there." I drank in the aroma again, sipping as Monica snipped at my tresses. It seemed as if part of my conscious mind was divided. I could hear their commands and feel what was happening to me, but there was a delicious freedom, no worries, no barriers, no guilt. I couldn't remember ever being so free . . . . . . the voices seemed to come from far away . . . Arousal? . . . yes, I put 30mg in the tampon, she should be ready by now . . . Did she object to you inserting? . . . no, enjoyed it in fact, I prodded her G-spot and what a response . . . Mmm let's see how she responds now. 'Helene, we're going to slip off your shift now, we'll put your lovely body on view, do you mind us doing that?' "Oh, no I'm proud of my body" I said. "People think it's beautiful." Who were the people I was thinking of? Maybe Monica, certainly not Tom, he hadn't seen me undressed, but was there someone else?" Again the far away voice . . . 'Let's start Helene. We're going to spread your legs wide . . . put your feet on these rests.' "Mm that's tingling my toes . . . wonderful." 'Helene, 'eating pussy', what kind of thoughts does that being to your mind?' "We-ell I know Asian people eat cats and dogs, you don't mean that do you?" 'No. This is your 'pussy',' I felt a hand on my bush and fingers massaging my lips, 'this lovely little area up between your legs, can I eat it? I promise I won't bite.' "Uh I suppose it will be alright . . . I just feel so abandoned to pleasure at the moment." I didn't know it at the time but it was Gertrude who enjoyed that first pussy meal. 'Helene you beautiful cherub, you taste so good.' I felt whoever it was sucking on my lips, the tongue running in circles around my cherry, then probing inside my vagina. The tongue returned to lap at my cherry and a thin vibrator was slipped inside me and seemed to zoom in straight onto that G-spot Monica had explained to me. "Oh, ohhhh I feel as if I'm drowning, all these lovely feelings" . . . And all the time the scissors continued their snip snip snip. Finally Monica said 'that's done, now for the shampoo.' I felt the myself being wheeled across the room, then tilted back until I was horizontal and soft hands poured warm water onto my hair and massaged the shampoo into my scalp. . . . 'What now?' the far away voice again. 'She likes suction, and maybe you Jared would like to christen her back room?' 'That will be a real pleasure. I feel honoured, shall I add a few refinements?' 'Like the three needles you used this morning, she loved that. Lee-Anne, bring the console over.' . . . Something in my mind triggered at the word 'needles'. Already I felt as if someone was tickling me down there. There were three tiny sharp pains then it started. My cherry was throbbing, I felt as if things inside me were squeezing, letting go, squeezing, letting go. Reflexively my anal sphincter clamped at a gentle slippery touch then I felt it opening up, wider and wider as first one, two, then three fingers worked their way inside me. Then there was an insistent pressure against my hole. I jumped as whatever it was broke through the barrier and slid right into me. In out, in out, in out, and all the time the tickling and throbbing. I seemed to be swimming around in sensations, the hard long thing that was so deliciously stimulating me in my rear, the slippery touch of the hairdresser as she massaged my scalp then . . . An explosion of feeling: stars, rockets, my insides pulsing and throbbing. Miss Hammonds words came to mind then: 'climax . . . top of the world feeling for a woman, an orgasm . . . nerves, muscles and sensations kind of coalesce, compressed into the absolute 'high'. . . Was this the second, or the third time I'd experienced this? I remembered Friday night, and now tonight, but wasn't there another time? Whatever, I couldn't have too many of them. 'Are you there yet Jared? We need to get on. I still have a set and facial to do on her.' . . . That's what I was here for. The cut, shampoo, style and facial . . . but as a Valued Customer I seemed to be enjoying so many more delights than I had paid for. 'I'll let her up now, and reverse her.' I felt the needles removed then something being pressed into my vagina . . . another tampon . . . The dream ended abruptly. "Helene Marsden," Monica said sharply, "you seem to have a fantastic ability of dropping off to sleep." "Yes, and I had such a delicious dream too. I'm afraid it was rather naughty so I won't tell you about it." "Right, well the time for dreaming is over. Gladys here is going to do your facial while I carry on with part of the styling. Have you had electro stim massage before?" "N-no. Is it like shocks?" "No, it's a gentle pulsing, a stimulation, it tones up your skin," Gladys said as she stared pressing tiny sticky pads all over my face and forehead. "you'll feel your facial muscles twitching or trembling, depending on what you find most pleasurable." I watched as she picked up a grey control box with about ten knobs on it. "I'll set it going very gently then you can adjust the different places to what you like best." It soon felt as if tiny butterflies were fluttering around me, landing on my lips, my cheeks, my forehead and neck. "Nod if that's o.k. then adjust what you want, you won't be able to speak with those impulses to your lips though," Gladys chuckled I closed my eyes and surrendered to this last delight. I could feel Monica's soft touch on my hair, a pleasing warmth between my legs and the dream returned for a moment, that exciting delicious feeling of having something moving up and down my rear . . . "Right, it's all over. You're done Helene Marsden." I opened my eyes to see Gladys removing the sticky pads then she gently applied a fragrant face cream. "Do you mean to say I got all that for what I paid? I just can't believe it Monica." "That's not all, come with me to the dressing room." I got up rather shakily from the chair, Gladys holding one arm and Monica the other. "Slip off that shift, it's yours, a souvenir of your first 'package', and slip these on with compliments of UniSexSensuality." 'These' was a set of lacy black underwear in my correct size. As I slipped on the briefs I made a startling discovery. "Monica! These, th-they're not finished!" She chuckled. "Never heard of 'crotch less briefs', they're really handy if you want to play with yourself or allow the boyfriend . . ." I wondered if I was ready to let Tom up there. "Now, do you feel o.k. to go yet, or?" "I think a coffee is called for. Not a dreamy one, a full awake caffeine!" When I'd dressed we sat together in a corner of the lounge, Leanne, Gladys, Monica and I. As I sipped the strong brew the inner door to the lounge opened. "Mr. Hetherington!" "Yes, Helene, I have just enjoyed a wonderful relaxing massage." He looked carefully at my coiffure, then ran his eyes, almost hungrily, over my body. "And you my little lady look good enough to eat." For some unaccountable reason at hearing the word 'eat' my crotch seemed to go up in flames and I wriggled. "Just getting comfy," I explained then remembered my last action at the office. "Oh, Mr. Hetherington," I grinned, "those 'stuck up broads', I didn't think you'd want them collated with the all other assessments, so I slipped them under your door in an envelope." "Thank you Helene, you have saved me some serious embarrassment. Now, I'll have to think of some way to repay you." He nodded and walked off. "Your boss?" Monica queried, innocently as I later discovered. "Yes. I think we're going to get on well." As I finished my coffee and Monica gestured to Gladys who walked over to the accessory bar and took down a bright red satchel. "You probably think this is a smart business file, but it's our Executive Fun Pack. I'll leave you to go through the rest of it at home, but this vibrator has two adjustments, one for the shaft and one for the little tickler here. I'm sure you're going to work out how to use it and have some joy in the process." She looked up at the large digital clock. "Eight o'clock, well past the time little cherubs like you were tucked up in bed. I'll run you home." * * * I waved good bye to the bright red Porsche and walked somewhat unsteadily up the path to my flat. Whew, what an evening! In one way felt drained, yet in another I was ready for more. The phone rang. "Helene, its Gertrude here. How was the 'package'?" "Mmm. Before I went I felt like one of those primitive tribes waiting for things to drop from the sky, you know, those 'Cargo Cults'." "Do I assume it has 'dropped' for you?" "And how! Oh the spa, and those treatments. They just make you float away, and I had the most beautiful naughty dreams." "Helene, why I phoned you. Simon doesn't want you to come in until eleven, but then we have three visitors to entertain. He wants you at the peak of your personality, you know, buttering up the clientele." "Would I be off base in thinking it might be 'three stuck up broads' Gertrude?" "You've hit it girlie. And we're going to help Simon to hit on them." Just then I didn't know what double entendre lay behind that 'hit' but in the days ahead I was to find out. For now was time for me to get busy with my 'Executive Fun Pack' and that interesting vibrator with its little 'tickler'. ----------------------------------- In the next chapter Monica plans and commences Simon's campaign against the 'three broads' and Simon rides Monica on the 'Powerful Penetrator', while adding a new refinement to their play. Sensuality Ch. 03 --------------------------- This is the third chapter in my first story submitted to Literotica (much more to come before we reach the end!) I hope I can retain your interest and you keep reading it. In this chapter Simon and Monica make plans to start sensualizing the 'three broads' and they are encouraged to make appointments to visit the salon. Simon finds he has an Ace in his hand and Monica receives her reward. Mary Johnson, gynaecologist and single mother, the first of the 'three broads' attends the salon for a manicure, shampoo and set. While under the influence of the Sensualize loaded coffee her charms are investigated by Jared and she leaves the salon carrying home more than she arrived with. --------------------------- Monica's Story Simon enjoyed his evening at the salon, a full body massage and a few little 'extras' while he watched the closed circuit TV with its images of Helene being worked on. "You seem rather morose this evening Simon, and I know your pecker is not up yet, but what's the matter?" "Helene mentioned it. Those three 'stuck up broads'. Yes, I got into the pants of all of them at the conference, but I could only wish we were able to put them through their paces here. They were hot, hot, bodies, but afterwards as snooty as all hell." "Are you seeing them again?" "Yes. They seem to gravitate together, the old 'Triumvirate', three in charge so you don't know which one to deal with." "And the deal?" "They're all classy well-heeled professionals, dentist, gynaecologist and obstetrician, cardiac physician. We could sell them a heap of equipment if they'd come to the party Monica." "So, why not have a party?" "They wouldn't come at it, too sophisticated. Each of them had a single drink at the conference then off to bed; fortunately I was able to provide a little 'extra' in their glasses." "But a party here Simon... with complimentary VC cards, a bit of subtle urging by your little cherub. I take it they do drink coffee?" * * * * I thought also it might be time to marshal my 'cavalry', to have a company or two backing up my efforts at coralling these three medicos into our clutches so scanning my contacts I came across just the one who might help. I phoned her: "Geraldine, I have a problem, and I think you can help me." "Monica! You're not having a baby at last, are you?" Geraldine Hanson held the chair of the medical association at the university and had fingers in a good many professional pies. "I wish. No. It's our Simon, he has three prospective clients that are proving somewhat elusive," I mentioned the three names. "Oh. Monica, those bitches! I don't know how I can help you." "Well this may take us some time, but we're going to hand them complimentary VC cards to 'you know where'. Would it be possible for you to do some not-so-subtle urging along?" "Hmm. Those three are so concerned at their appearance, not a hair out of place... It just might work. There's a big dinner coming up next Wednesday week and I'm sure they'll all be present. If you do the groundwork tomorrow." "Excellent, otherwise we'll just have to come up with Plan B." And plan B would have involved just a tiny bit of blackmail. As I thought about it I didn't know that we already had an Ace in our hand. In the end Geraldine's help wasn't necessary. I took great care in preparing the folders. Our latest splurge of photos with women enjoying the delights of UniSexSensuality, of course none of them showed those 'extra' services we provided. Two letters of testimonial completed the package together with a personalised gilt edged card: UniSexSensuality Invites............ Knowing the sartorial proclivities of our three 'victims', I dressed with care, Lee-Anne touching up my already immaculate coiffure and while Gladys minutely inspected my nails. I knew that Simon and Gertrude would already be trying to make the guests at ease in the executive sitting room, but as I approached the door on the dot of eleven ten there seemed to be a commotion. "Helene Marsden! I don't believe it, what has happened to you?" "Oh, Doctor James, I'm being good these days, no fillings needed, regular checkups." I gathered that doctor James was the dentist but I thought 'maybe I should wait a while and see how this thing develops.' "Mary," that must be one of the others, "this little girl was a dental mess, but also she was 'frump girl', home on the farm." "She doesn't look like that now Jane. Makeup, hairdo, manicure." That was my cue I thought and knocked on the door. "Come in," Simon called and looked at me, "I don't know what you're selling girl but we are in conference here." "Oh Monica," Helene interrupted, "may I introduce you to these three ladies? Doctor Jane James, doctor Mary Johnson and doctor Fran Goodall. As Simon said, we are in conference, but this lady Monica is responsible for what you see." "Let's get on," Simon said gruffly." "I w-was just wanting to drop by some complimentaries Mr Hetherington, maybe these ladies will be interested in our salon, but I shouldn't waste your time." "Hmm. Women's gew gaws. I suppose if you can change 'frump girl' here you're not doing a bad job. Get on with it, then please leave us." Hanging my head I left them. It was a masterpiece of acting. As a 'soft sell' nothing I'd ever done came within its league, and Simon,hiw he had played his part! But Helene had been our trump card. * * * * They phoned me one by one over the next two days. I didn't hear how Simon had got on with his sales pitch, but I knew he would be able to turn the game around in the second innings. "Is that Unisex something?" "UniSexSensuality, yes, Monica speaking. Can I help you madam?" "Please, lay off all those archaic terms. Its Jane James here. Now, this complimentary package of yours. Is it for real?" "Exactly what it says Jane. You have a Valued Customer membership, there were very few on them I might add. You have access to our private sitting rooms, spa, massage, coiffure, facial, manicure." "Are you sure?" "Yes. We have a large clientele of the rich and famous, so occasionally we make these special offers to selected clients." "Friday, this week, I'm in town. What time could you give me for a manicure, facial and full body massage?" "Do you have the early evening free, say from six up to eight?" Simon is going to love this I thought. "That will be very convenient Monica. Oh, and Helene tells me you provide fantastic coffee." I chuckled. "That is one of our unique specialities. I will look forward to seeing you Jane." One down, two to go. Mary was next. "Am I talking to this umm SexUniSensual?" "Actually it is UniSexSensuality, we provide services for men and women, but not mixed together, we have separate salons." Well, that was true, what they would ever know about it! "This, these cards someone gave us on Tuesday." "Oh, it was me, Monica at Mr Hetherington's office." "Is this really free?" "Your membership to our Valued Customer's lounge and facilities is, also you get the introductory package, whatever you want out of four of the services listed." "Umm. Would it be possible to have a manicure, shampoo and set today?" "Let me see, we have a spot free at five o'clock, you could also have a trim if you wish. Some of our ladies enjoy half an hour in the spa before their appointment." "That would be nice. I've been on my feet all day." "We'll see you at five then Mary." The last one proved difficult. "UniSexSensuality?" Her voice was hard, dominant. "Yes, Monica speaking ,how may I help you?" "This joint of yours, is it for real? Or is it one of those sleazy establishments where you get 'relief' services?" "Madam." I put on my frostiest receptionists voice, "we have a select clientele. If for one moment you think that doctor Geraldine Hanson would frequent one of those sleazy establishments you speak of..." "Geraldine, our Geraldine Hanson is on your books? Oh, I'm very sorry Monica. Now, I don't know if you can help me or not. I have a free time slot on Saturday afternoon from four o'clock. It's quite a while since I treated myself, would it be possible to have 'the works'?" "Mmm. Let's see... correct me if I'm wrong but," I listed the items one by one, "a manicure, facial, full body massage, toning, cut shampoo and set. Would you want waxing as well?" "If at all possible..." "Hmm. We'd need four hours, can you spare that? We could do the facial, manicure and waxing all together, that would save some time." "Oh, that would be wonderful Monica. After seeing young Helene the other day, you worked such wonders with her." "It will be a little extra of course, you get four items with the free package but the cut shampoo and set count as one." "Oh, that's alright. The other places I have frequented charge the earth, and no free facilities!" * * * * I phoned Simon and he was surprised at my success. "Don't tell me, they've all taken the bait?" "Yes, Mary Wednesday at 5, Jane Friday at 6, Fran Saturday at 4. Now Simon, I don't want to stuff up here, what are your desires with this little trio." "None of them must realise they have been 'initiated'. No memories of what's happened with this first visit. Jared can do his calibrations, but make sure they go away without any of those feelings about our establishment." "Should I double dose them?" "That might be an idea. They are all hard workers. Let them have a snooze while you photograph and Jared has his little play." "What did you think of Helene on Monday night Simon?" "A delight. I wished I'd been Jared reaming her for the first time. Maybe in a week or so she'll be ready for a bend over." "Hmm. You make sure she's well prepared and lubed up. She's only a 4.5 and with your monster..." "Now Monica, I want full coverage on this thing from start to finish. I'll make a point of being there in the viewing room to watch." "Before you go Simon, supplies. We need two batches of coffee, Arousal capsules 10, 25 and 50mg, and a couple of cans of Joy spray. Also I believe you purchased an interesting new item of office equipment on your travels?" "Yes, Gertie gave it a trial run on Monday. There's one for the salon too. Will you let me drive you on it this afternoon?" "Oh Simon, I've been so busy lately with all your other demands. I've almost forgotten what riding is like. Shall we say three o'clock, we have to get ready for Mary at five." * * * * Simon turned up promptly and I followed him into our special play room. Jared had come over earlier and set up the 'Powerful Penetrator Mark III' in the middle of the floor. Obviously Simon had planned this ahead, because all the other accoutrements he intended to use on me were ready and waiting. "On your back Monica. Now the earphones and the glasses." The earphones produced white noise and the Nova glasses a kaleidoscopic display which made perception difficult. To be in the 'dark' without any spatial reference added to the sensual tension. Soon I was strapped down on the cushioned table, my knees up and legs spread apart for double penetration. I felt Simon slip the bipolar electrodes onto my nipples then a pair of breast suction jars which I knew would make my 22C cups huge by the end of our play. "Simon, I want this to last a long, long time, make me wait for it." "Oh you'll wait for it my pretty, you'll really wait. You don't 'come' until I tell you, right?" "I don't come until you tell me." I gasped as he slid the vaginal dilator between my pussy lips and forced it inside, slowly spreading it. It was like a pear, quartered into sections but could be screwed out to ten centimetres in diameter, also it was electrified. "Is that too big already? Or do you want more? More shocks to that gorgeous pussy?" I was already writhing with the pleasure-pain and we had hardly started. "Oh Simon my tit tips are aching already, charge them up please, please!" In my minds eye I saw him reach for the intensity control. My nipples felt as if they were on fire, then the suction started, dragging them into those electrode tubes, by now they must be about an inch and a half long! "I think you need punishing Monica. Have you been good while I was away?" "Oh no. I've been very bad. The terrible things we did to that poor little girl last night. We ate her pussy, and I let Jared ream her ass until she came. I was very, very bad!" I wasn't prepared for what came. This must be a new trick he had developed. I felt a large sticky pad slapped onto each of my butt cheeks then CRACK! "OhhHhhhh" I screamed, as a massive charge of electricity set them clenching. Even when the initial shock had dissipated they tingled and trembled for all of a quarter of minute. "You're going to be good Monica?" CRACK! "OhhHhhhh", CRACK! "OhhHhhhh, OhhHhhhh S-Simon, I'll be good, but don't spank me anymore, please Simon it hurts so much." "Alright, but if you don't obey me, you'll get another spanking, and much harder!" I couldn't imagine it being any harder. My butt felt as if I'd been walloped with the rolling pin mother had sometimes used on me. "Now Monica... what do you have to do Monica?" "Obey. Obey you. I must not come until you tell me." "Good. Now we'll really get started. Tell me if this is too deep." I felt the tip of the Penetrator's huge dildo rest against my pucker then slowly force its lubricated length right up my back passage. I moaned at the sensation then said "enough Simon." "You're going to tremble now my beauty, but don't you dare come." He was right. I shivered as the electrified invader turned my insides to jelly. Already I felt myself lubricating, any more and I would be gushing. "Si-Simon, I w-want to come, please Simon!" "No. Not yet." CRACK! CRACK! "That's what you get for pleading twice in one minute. No coming!" The dildo now speeded up, pistoning my rear and I felt the tension within me rising rapidly again. There was only one way to stop it, to slow myself down and prevent the climax. "Simon, please!" CRACK! CRACK! "Wait my little beauty. Patience, patience. I want to zap that lovely hot little clitty of yours too." I moaned in anticipation. Simon's kind of zapping was delicious but it always sent me screaming over the edge. I felt him mount the bipolar clip over my little treasure then fit two more clip electrodes to my labia. "Oh, Simon you know how to dominate a woman. Turn me on, send me right up the wall. Now, NOW SIMON!" It felt as if I was climbing up that wall brick by brick with every slow slide in and out of the dildo, every rising wave of stimulation in my rear end, then the three electrodes he had fitted made their presence felt, 'Zzzinnnng zzzinnnng' on my clit, fingers grabbing at my labia as if they were being squeezed in a vise. The sensation felt as if they were being pulled down and stretched, by now, to near my knees. Simon unscrewed the electrified pear, removing it from my tortured love tunnel then I sensed him move up close. I'd never measured him, but I knew that Simon's driver at full erection was something like seven centimetres in diameter and thirty centimetres from the tip to his balls. "Are you ready?" He nestled the point of his prong against my lips then "here we go" and thrust inside me with all his might. "Simon, please let . . . please let me come." "You can come now, come for me my darling." He pounded into me with all his might, the friction around my lips and inside my vagina sending me into a frenzy. My scream seemed to go on forever then I felt him explode, his spend gushing against my cervix, joining with my squirts as it oozed out of my vagina and down the inside of my legs. * * * * Mary's Story Simon's little meeting had done nothing extra to convince the three of us to purchase any of his medical equipment. We all knew it was good quality, but for some indefinable reason the man came over as a sleaze. His knowledge of his subject and of the particular needs in our various specialities was masterful, but we sensed a poorly disguised animosity to any woman who dared to 'wear the pants', or who, as in Jane and Fran's case, preferred the attentions of their own gender. The visit of the girl from UniSexSensuality and meeting Helene had been the high point of that morning and the presentation of a Valued Customer card to each of us was an unexpected boon. So, on Wednesday afternoon I walked tiredly along the street in the direction I had been given. 'You can't miss it,' my guide had said, and there it was, just around the corner from Hetherington's. Very convenient for Helene I thought. 'UniSexSensuality' A WORLD OF PLEASURE IN/ON YOUR HEAD'. Well someone had been original and from the massive plate glass doors and marble frontage someone also had plenty of money. The girl I remembered handing out the VC cards at Hetherington's now looked more assured, dressed in her charcoal slacks and neat lavender jacket. "Oh Dr. Johnson, welcome! I'm so glad you could come, would you follow me please." "You're Monica aren't you, call me Mary. I feel I'm going to be among friends here. What a lovely salon." "Mmm, yes, but this part here is for the plebs," she whispered, "we go in there." She pointed to the 'VC Lounge - Private'. I paused at the doorway of a superbly appointed lounge, "if only the doctor's lounges at the hospital could offer us this comfort." I didn't realise I'd spoken aloud. "Mary, you really look, as they say, 'done in'. What about having a soak in the spa to relax you? Then we'll do your shampoo and set and finish off with the manicure." "You're so right Monica. Delivering babies and operating isn't what you'd call a 'desk job'. I've been on these feet since six this morning." "Right, strip off. There's a shift there for you to slip into when you're done, towels over here. And don't bother about putting your undies back on, you'll find a complimentary set in there, plenty of sizes. I guess you'd be about a 28 brief and 36DD?" "How did you guess?" "Oh in this profession you get smart at sizing up customers," she chuckled, "maybe for my next job I'll be a fitter in a lingerie and foundation garment store!" The spa was heavenly. I felt the tension and aches fading away as my body was gently pummelled by the pulsing jets. Pampering myself was something I'd passed up on for years... ever since that sod had left me pregnant and really 'holding the baby'. I felt a tear drip down my face. I missed touching... I touched plenty of women all day, but nobody, no man touched me. I missed the closeness of a man, the togetherness, even to just walk hand in hand with him. But I'd locked up my feelings and thrown away the key so long ago. As I sipped the lovely coffee Monica had brought for me I thought: 'Was it time to live again, time for new discoveries? Even my teenage daughter Sally had noticed: 'Mum, you're only forty, its time you had a life'! But life, other than work, these days seemed to be bound up in our trio. Were we wise in 'swearing off men' as we had done? In my chosen profession I'd seen many men, caring men, loving and protective of their wives and offspring. Suddenly I felt a stirring in my loins. One of the spa jets seemed to be focused directly on my clitoris, teasing and tingling it. It was so long since I'd felt desire, felt that warmth between my thighs... "Mary, you seemed to be in a dream." "Oh I was. It was wonderful, I was reflecting." "Mmm. Reflecting on the past, the present or future?" I got out of the spa and vigorously towelled myself dry, more in an effort to dampen my arousal than to keep Monica waiting. "The past? I don't want to think about it. The present is here and seems nice. As for the future..." I picked up the primrose coloured shift bearing the UniSexSensuality logo and slipped into it. "Monica that coffee was superb, so smooth, would you mind if I had another cup please?" Sensuality Ch. 03 "Its on the house, there's always plenty of coffee here." She led me over to a cubicle and settled me in the black upholstered chair. "This is very functional, tilts all ways and things like that, but you'll enjoy the massage... here." she placed a control box in my hand. I glanced at it then tentatively moved two of the knobs. "That's beautiful," I exclaimed as it gently moved around my aching shoulders, "oh, and my calves too." "Make the most of it," Monica murmured in my ear, "we've lots to do. You'll feel a different woman when you leave here." As the other hairdresser shampooed my long blonde tresses I picked up the theme of the soft soothing background music, barely perceptive to the average ear, it was almost subliminal. 'The rhythm of life is a powerful beat... tingle in your fingers... a tingle in your feet... rhythm in your bedroom...' Already I was tingling, from the spa, from the massage and from the feeling of my long hair being touched, soaped and rinsed... and I drifted off . . . * * * * Jared and Monica Check Mary Over "Can you slide her shift up?" Jared asked. "Look at those beautiful tits, what a waste... Monica spread the chair legs." Monica watched as he measured the nipples and curvature of the breast. "I wonder how sensitive she really is," she asked. "Hmm, let's see. I'll just fit this suction electrode for a moment. We mustn't do too much. Simon doesn't want these three spoiled until he can go for the big one." The nipple in its prison elongated. As he slowly turned up the stimulation the readings on the pulse and respiration monitor increased as a result. "Mmm. quite sensitive for a stuck up broad." "Jared," Monica said quietly, "there's often a reason behind that." "Mmm. Well let's check out the tunnels. Lovely lips and what a cherry you've got my darling." Jared fitted the speculum together and noted down the diameter of the vagina. "That's not at full stretch, but I guess she hasn't been ridden for a while." "Come on Jared, at my guess you've got five minutes." Monica said worriedly." "Right, another squirt of Joy, let's see, anal diameter four, not bad, but she'll get bigger. Now do you think a 20mg Arousal?" "That should be enough. We don't want her to get too horny too quickly." The tiny blue capsule was soon inserted to the top of the vagina and Mary returned to her supine state, the primrose shift carefully set back in place. * * * * Mary's Story . . . I seemed to come back from a dream world, the motion of the chair and delicate touch of the hairdresser's fingers as she massaged my scalp was so soothing. "You had a nice little nap there Mary, feel better for it?' "Mmm I feel ready to face the world now." I did, and at the back of my mind was the niggling feeling that I should get myself and my body ready to face a man, whoever he might be. "Well. Let's see what kind of face the world might see. Have a look at these different sets. Lee-Anne can do whichever you'd prefer, meanwhile I'll get on with your manicure." I glanced at the coiffure designs Lee-Anne showed me and eventually decided on a tousled look. "You're sure Mary," she asked in surprise. "To hell with it! You two have convinced me. It's high time for a new 'me'." Along with the coiffure I chose a delicate pink for the nails. Already I was starting to feel a new woman, or was the 'old woman', the vibrant twenty-three year old I'd locked away for so long, coming back? "We're finished, now," Monica directed, "go and pick up your new underwear, and I'll see you in a minute or two. Oh, don't forget to take the shift home, it's yours, a souvenir of your first visit." I slipped out of the shift and put it in my bag along with my old underwear then slipped my arms through the straps of the bra and fastened the front clasp. Would I ever have a man to open my bra and set my breasts swinging free again? "Oh Monica," I chuckled as I picked up the spidery crotch-less briefs. "Do you think I'd be caught wearing those? Then the thought of being 'caught', a man sliding his hand up my thigh and finding no barrier to his further explorations... I shuddered at a long forgotten pleasure. "Come and sit down." Monica beckoned me into the secluded nook in the lounge. "You're not married Mary?" "No, but do I have a teenage daughter, the net result of what you might call a non-marriage... he left me holding the baby." "No other men? At, what is it, you're about forty, you're still in your prime, or don't you feel that?" "I've become an old maid early on. Shut them away. I hear it bruited about 'that stuck up broad', but I've forgotten how to dance around them like I used to." "A stuck up broad!" This was only the second time Monica had met Mary Johnson and despite Simon's derisive label it didn't appear to me, on the surface at least, that Mary fitted the picture... Monica pondered, left holding the baby twenty three or twenty four, a gynaecologist -- they had to relate to people. Maybe it was the influence of the other two with whom she spent most of her free time? "Mary, how would you feel if a man danced into your life when you walked out that door?" "Oh come on Monica! You're not telling me that's another Valued Customer service you provide here." "No, certainly not, but maybe its time that you did another 'take' on life. Do you only see what you must see every day as a mechanical process, part of the old creation machine? How long is it since you pleasured yourself?" I giggled. "I'm not even sure my fingers would even know where to find my hot spot any more." Monica shook her head. "And you a doctor Mary Johnson! What say you teach your fingers where it is and find it again, tonight?" "Oh for goodness sakes... what is this! Dorothy Dix Monica, what paper publishes your column?" "No Mary. This is woman to woman, seeing a fellow human being missing out on what her body was made for, sex and sensuality. Maybe if you find the sensuality again you'll find a good man Mary." Monica got up from the chair where she sat close to me and walked to a shelf fixture. "Tell me, what's your colour? Red, blue, green, mauve, pink?" "Pink. I used to be very womanly." "Here then, with the compliments of UniSexSensuality. Our Executive Fun Pack. For someone of your age and professional experience I don't think I need to explain any of it. Have fun Mary, you're a lovely lady." * * * * I walked around to the car park and sat down in my car. Seven thirty. I'd enjoyed over two hours of pampering and, yes, it was pleasure too. The coffee! Even that was well worth coming back for. Somehow my world seemed different, the traffic didn't seem as horrendous, I was singing to myself as I drove along to my town house... 'The rhythm of life is a powerful beat... tingle, tingle...' and I still felt the tingles in various places... that gentle teasing of my clit in the spa... My daughter was sitting, well reclining, on the lounge with her boy friend in a moderately tight clinch. He had his hand up under her jumper, 'probably tweaking her tit' I said to myself. He jumped up guiltily as he saw me come in. "Brian, it's alright, I'm not going to ban you, but I've told you two the rules before. If you respect Sally you'll abide by them. One day you can both discover what your bodies were meant for together." "And here endeth the lesson" Sally intoned in a churchy tone. I bent and kissed her. "I love you my little chicken, then whispered, "one day you'll find a randy rooster." She giggled. "Oh mum, go to bed." "I am." I countered, "and, I'm going to have fun too." As I turned the corner to the bedroom I heard Brian whisper to Sally, 'I wonder what she meant, having fun. She's got no one with her!' * * * * I looked at myself approvingly as I stood in front of the mirror. A flick of the front clasp of the bra and my breasts swung free. I was proud of those double-D's. Forty years on, and no sag. A nice handful, or two handfuls for a man to play with... A man! I cupped them in my hands lifting them high, and closed my eyes, thinking back to that wonderful man I would have married... if that other sod hadn't come along! With a shake of my head I glanced at the two rosy protrusions, peaking now as I circled them with my fingers then I noticed my blonde curly bush peeping out between the split in of the briefs. "Oh Monica, I guess you have lots of fun, but why shouldn't I?" "Now what do we have in here?" I opened the Executive Fun Pack and stood amazed at its contents. A pair of nipple clamps, two vibrators, two dozen condoms in assorted colours and designs. Ah, and one of these. I'd seen them advertised occasionally in somewhat risqué women's magazines - an electrified clit tingler with different pads and connecting leads. My arousal was climbing to a level I'd hardly known before and I wondered why... 'Mary Johnson,' I said to myself, 'tonight is party time for you!' Swiftly I padded to the bathroom and with a fresh razor shaved down my pussy lips leaving a just tiny bush on my mons. That would give the sticky pads a good contact area. The large vanity mirror on my dressing table could be tilted, and I positioned it so that I could observe my vulva in all its glory for this evening's exercise. 'The rhythm of life... a powerful beat... rhythm in your bedroom...' The gentle impulses were drifting up and down my pussy lips in a kind of rhythm. I could see my clit enlarging, its hood pushed back as it expanded, glowing a rosy red. "Oh, Monica, Monica!" I picked up the vibrator with its clit tickler. Already my juices were flowing, something that had not happened for such a long time. The tip of the vibrator nuzzled between my lips, spreading them, then I pushed it hard inside until the tickler made contact with my aching clit. The feeling was wonderful. Had I been dreaming? Or had I been penetrated earlier this evening? No matter, whatever had happened to me since I walked into UniSexSensuality, it had made a new woman of Mary Johnson. I wondered if I could hold off any longer without climaxing, wondered if I would scream as I used to do? My daughter would be frightened, and probably horrified, and if she found me like this . . . I grabbed hold of a pillow with my free hand and turned the vibrator up another notch with the other. My labia demanded more and more, so I flicked the tingler round to 10... then it happened. As the first cry broke from me I frantically pushed the pillow up to my mouth muffling my screams and moans of pleasure. I felt the gush of fluid between my legs... never before had I squirted... "Ohhhh ohhhh JOYYYYY!" . . . It took me quite some time to come back to earth. It was eight thirty. I knew that as soon as Brian left Sally would come in to give me an edited 'run down' of her day so I got up to change the bed sheet. As I packed away the toys I noticed a small something where my gush of fluid had hit the bed... shiny blue, part of a tiny gel capsule. Intrigued by it I took the small magnifier out of my vanity kit. It was definitely part of a capsule with some greeny blue particles remaining inside it. Was there some writing on the perimeter? 'Arou 2'. I wasn't worried, but with a delicious sense of making a new discovery I took a specimen container from my ever ready medical kit beside the bed. Tomorrow... then Sally knocked on my bedroom door. I listened as she poured out her heart. Sixteen, what wasn't I doing at sixteen? At twenty three I'd succumbed to the pressured demands of Des and opened my legs to him. That had been the last time I saw him. Harold would have made 'an honest woman of me' despite my little fling and pregnancy. "Brian wanted to get his hand into my pants mum, and I was starting to feel really funny... I didn't let him though." "Sally, you did the right thing. He was probably getting sexually excited too, randy. Did he feel hard down there?" "H-he wanted me to touch him, but I wouldn't." I nodded encouragingly at my teenage daughter. "I'm glad you felt you could tell me about this chicken, come here," she snuggled down beside me. "It's a bit late and I feel rather tired now, but in the morning we'll go down to Macdonald's for breakfast together. I think it's important you learn about protection." "And YOU can tell me what you meant about 'having fun'!" I kissed her and she went off happily to bed. Tomorrow was going to be an interesting day. ---------------------------------------- In the next chapter Mary runs into an old friend, shares her discovery and discovers an old love. Monica is gob smacked as she realizes that someone knows what is going on at UniSexSensuality and about Simon Hetherington's involvement and plans. Sensuality Ch. 04 --------------------------- This is the fourth chapter in "Sensuality" - my first story submitted to Literotica (more to come before we reach the end!) I hope I am retaining your interest and you continue reading. PLEASE NOTE: THIS CHAPTER DOES NOT INVOLVE UNDERAGE PERSONS IN ANY SEXUAL ACTIVITY. AS A CONCERNED PARENT MARY JOHNSON TAKE HER DAUGHTER TO BREAKFAST TO ENUSRE SHE UNDERTANDS PROTECTION Mary Johnson, a single mother, obstetrician and gynaecologist, is 'turned on' during her visit to UniSexSensuality. The morning after this runs into an old friend. She shares with him the discovery she made after visiting the salon and reignites an old love. Monica is gob smacked - she realizes that someone knows what is going on at UniSexSensuality and Simon Hetherington's involvement and plans. --------------------------- Mary's Story A chance encounter I was deep in dream world, a dream about the most incredible orgasm I had ever experienced. At five thirty a.m. it seemed as if all my bells were ringing, and remembering the way I had squirted those few hours ago, my hand instinctively reached between my legs... Then I realized it was the phone. Reluctantly I shook myself awake. It was the hospital. "Doctor Johnson, your patient is presenting well, we think she'll deliver within the hour." "I'm on my way." Fortunately this was a quick and easy birth and by six thirty I was sitting in the nurse's lounge sharing a coffee with the two senior midwives. "Mary, you look so different today, what have you done?" "You mean the hair-do? It's from a new place I visited yesterday evening. Rather intriguing name: UniSexSensuality." "That's it! You appear, I hope you don't mind me saying it, sensual, more woman. Oh, I know you are all that, but sometimes to me it seemed you were just cold clinical efficiency." I chuckled. "You're so right. Maybe at forty its time for a change, time to discover those feelings again. Thanks for the coffee." At seven thirty my teenage daughter Sally and I were sitting at Macdonald's munching hamburgers and fresh fries in a corner booth. I'd started telling her about the pill and the need to protect herself. We had just got onto condoms when HE came in. Sally cottoned on straight away. "Mum, do you know him?" "I did. He was someone very significant in my life, seventeen years ago." "H-he's not my father is he?" Sally made to get up and go to him. "No Sally, he's not, sit down," I commanded, "but he is the man I should have married." I waited until he took his tray across to the other side of the restaurant then got up. "Sally, wait for me. I'll be back in a moment or two. She grabbed my hand as I made to leave. "Mum," I looked down at her, "I think its time you had fun." Already I felt myself colouring hotly at the thought. "Harold, it is you." He looked up at me from attending to his meal. "Well, well, well, my little missing person. Where did you get to those seventeen years ago? Didn't what we had together mean something to you?" I blushed with shame. "It's a very sad story Harold. Look I can't talk to you at the moment, but c-could we..." "Get together? You're not married Mary?" "No, but I am a mother. I was left holding the baby, my beautiful teenage baby now." "I would have married you Mary, you know that." "Yes, but I was ashamed of cheating on you. I should have had more sense than to let Des force me." "Mary," he reached for his wallet, "here's my card. Any time, I'm still available." I bent and kissed him gently on the cheek. "And I am too, now Harold." I whispered. Sally looked at me closely as I returned to our table. "What's his name?" "Harold." "You said he is the man you should have married." "Yes, he is Sally. The main reason we're having this tête-à-tête my child is that I don't want you to end up like I did. The man who is your father all but raped me at a dance when he had spiked my drink. I was what you might call rather 'tiddly' and I didn't have the will power to refuse him. Harold would have married me, even though I was pregnant, and I think he would have been a good father to you." She nodded sagely at me. There seemed to be an understanding far beyond her young sixteen years. "I have the distinct feeling mother," she said slowly, "that I am soon going to learn what a good father he can be." "Sally, please! I've just met the man again! It was seventeen years ago!" "Every face tells a story mum, and yours, the title is 'Romance'. Just tell me thos e times when you want me to make myself scarce... Oops! That might be like just now, he's coming over!" "Stay Sally!" It sounded as if I was commanding our golden retriever. "Hello," he looked down at Sally, "I knew your mother..." "Seventeen years ago," she interrupted coquettishly. "Yes, will you introduce me please Mary." "Sally, this is Harold Simpson, Harold my daughter Sally. I'm told she looks very much like me." "Yes Mary, it's a face that I remember." He nodded, smiling at her. "I'm sure we'll see each other again Sally. Must go." As we drove home Sally patted my knee and glanced at my profile. "So mum, are you going to see him again?" "Is the sun going to rise tomorrow?" I countered, grinning. She giggled. "I'm going to enjoy seeing my forty year old mum have fun." * * * * Harold and I had started in the same year at medical school. With my pregnancy I had to defer my fourth year. Our paths had then diverged and I lost track of him but I knew that while I'd chosen more 'people oriented' medicine he'd gone down the 'laboratory route'... I held the card in my hand by its edges. 'Dr. Harold Simpson, Forensic Pathologist and Pharmacologist FRCP (Path), PhD (Pharm).' . Hmm. He was surely 'high powered' in his field, and me with my little membership of the college of obstetricians and gynaecologists... But I desperately wanted to see him again and what better opportunity now! That capsule, last night... what a delightfully teasing introduction it would be to what I was looking forward to getting from him personally. "Doctor Simpson's office, Helen speaking, can I help you?" "Its doctor Mary Johnson, I wonder if I could speak to him please." "Just a moment..." "Mary! So soon, I felt the vibes jiving when you kissed me this morning. Can I hope again?" "Harold, i-it's very soon for me, but I wonder if you could see me this morning. It's a, well, umm, a professional matter first, but maybe we can make a date for later this week?" "Mary, I'll be delighted. How does ten o'clock sound? I'll have cleared my desk off by then." At ten o'clock I was sitting in his office and he was holding the specimen container in his hand. "Ho ho..." he chuckled, grnning at me. "Now where did this little gem come from?" I coloured hotly. "Mmm. I think I do know, but WHERE did Mary Johnson get it?" "That, my friend, I prefer not to say." "Incriminating evidence," he mused, "but maybe not. It's readily available if you know where to get it, only it hasn't yet been passed by F.D.A." "What is it Harold?" "I'm fairly certain it's 'Arousal', a moderately powerful aphrodisiac, one that really works. Did it work for you?" he asked seriously. "What happened on Wednesday evening sure woke me up Harold. Would you analyze it and give me the results? And if you know where to get it..." "Will do. Anything for an old friend. So, Mary when can old friends meet again?" "You're still... umm, unattached?" "To a degree. My 'Mary' succumbed to cancer at thirty nine. I have a boy, he's fortunate to have had a mother." "I'm very sorry Harold. Knowing you, she was cared for to the end." He nodded. "And you?" "I haven't felt the urge, until now... Sally needs a father," I looked at him quickly and shook my head, "Harold, I wasn't pushing." He got up from his desk purposefully and advanced on me with a glint in his eye. "Mary Johnson, I AM pushing now," the kiss was all I remembered as I felt myself squeezed into the corner of the office by his filing cabinet. Our bodies were close and I felt the hardness of his erection pressing against my pubes. I broke away from the kiss and giggled like a schoolgirl. "Always the one for humour," he chuckled, "tell me about it Mary." "Arousal, you certainly don't need it." "No. Just seeing you again this morning turned me on. I wonder if you noticed at Macdonald's, I had my hand in my pants to keep 'John Thomas' from introducing himself?" I tittered at the picture he brought to mind. "Harold. I'm free this Saturday evening. Would you like to come for dinner at my place or a show?" "Will Sally be staying home?" "She and the boyfriend Brian can dine with us, but they are off to a movie." "Mmm. Then after they have left maybe we can have a show?" "Harold, please. Be gentle with me, this is all new again." * * * * Sally was amazed. "You've just met him again and he's invited to dinner here, am I supposed to play gooseberry with Brian." "My dear girl, you don't need to play gooseberry or anything else. I'm not going to embarrass you two, but I would like you to get to know him." "Like as in saying 'dad'?" I looked at her uncertainly. "It might just come to that Sally, you never know." "Oh mum," she threw herself at me, "I do want you to be happy. I know you have your work, but it must be so lonely for you at times, no one to have fun with." "Well little chicken, I live in hope." "Hmm, one randy rooster coming up for Mary Johnson." I swatted her backside. "Get on with you. Make sure you have all that homework finished before Saturday night! Randy rooster or not, you won't be going out with Brian until I see it on the kitchen table!" * * * * On the few occasions I had opportunity I really enjoyed cooking, and he arrived just as I was putting the veal parmigiana into the pan. "I guess you are house-trained Harold. Would you put the peas into that pan, the cauliflower au gratin can go in the oven now." He did as I directed then I found myself pressed up hard against the sink. "Arousal," he murmured against my lips, "after all these years you still turn me on. And its not just any woman, only Mary Johnson does that." "Ah hah, romancing the cook in the kitchen." Sally grinned at us. "Didn't the Victorian gentry do that with the maids under the stairs?" "It's good to see you too Sally. How is your little romance?" "Oh Brian and I have been steady for a year. He's fun, but I'm not sure if its going anywhere. Mum says you have a son." "Yes, Timothy. He's nineteen. He goes to university this year. Maybe you'd like to meet him?" "Matchmaker matchmaker..." "No Sally, but if I'm going to court your mother..." "Oh that sounds so archaic! We call it 'making out' these days, but go for it, you have my blessing." Sally glanced at me and then to Harold. "D-do you know what they sometimes call her, she and those two she hangs around with." "No, tell me." "Stuck up broads! My mother! Please unstick her for me Harold!" With that Sally burst into tears and fled the kitchen. I made to follow but Harold held me back. "No. Let her have her cry. She's got it out of her system now and it's good you know now how she feels about it." Sally drew me to one side before we sat down at the table. "I'm so sorry mum, I was way out of line there." I hugged her close. "No little chicken, it definitely needed to be said, but I'm changing, you will see." Brian seemed overawed at being invited to join us two adults at a rather formal dinner but he behaved himself like a gentleman. After I'd served the desserts I looked across at him and my daughter. "It's Saturday night Sally, remember curfew is ten thirty. Make sure you're back here by then. If you two want to 'make out' in the lounge that's o.k. by me too, but remember the rules, and you're out by eleven thirty, right Brian." He nodded. "Thanks Mrs Johnson." Later as Harold stood by me at the sink helping with the dishes he smiled. "Do you always 'come the heavy' with her?" "No. She knows what I expect. The other day at Mac's we had a 'mother-daughter' talk. I thought it was condom and pill time. I've warned her about the tricks some men get up to." "Ah yes, and about your 'Arousal' specimen. I was right, a 20 milligram capsule, that's mid range strength, and I think I know where it came from." "You know where?" "I don't mean the distributor Mary, but I would be interested in knowing who put it in your little hiding place, and how." "Mmm, now that is VERY sensitive confidential information doctor Simpson." "I did bring some with me tonight, if you're interested." "Harold, I'm only interested in you, just you. I'm not sure if I'm quite ready yet for the full-on contact we could have enjoyed those years back. Can we just sit and talk, in the lounge for a while?" We had chatted for over an hour, listening to some quiet music and sharing with each other where all the years had gone, then Harold turned to me. "The 'stuck up broads' label, now wherever did that come from? I have heard it bruited around a bit, but with me being an 'office type'." "My two friends, Jane and Fran," he nodded thoughtfully, "but if the new 'me' breaks out into the sunshine I'm not sure we're going to be friends for much longer." "So, this 'break out', what started it?" "I went and treated myself to a manicure, set and shampoo at a rather up market salon. They were handing out a few complimentary memberships at Hetherington's this week." Harold leaned back and looked at me again. "I'd glimpsed you a week or so back, you looked rather 'frumpish' then. The new look suits you, is it a statement?" "Mmm. Can't you see, I think I have 'go for it girl' written all over me." "Mary," he stood up and drew me to my feet, "I'd like to start something again with you, but not if we can't take it to what should be the finish." "Do you mean 'canoodle', or court Harold?" "Both. Shall we?" I guided him to the bedroom and we kissed as he slowly undressed me. He chuckled as his gaze wandered down to the black briefs. "Now, whoever could call a lady 'stuck up' when she wears those under her skirts!" His hand stroked my remaining blonde curls. "You have lovely hair Mary Johnson." "Harold! Get your gear off, I'm going mad with wanting you!" "Anything to oblige a lady, but I didn't come prepared for this..." I quickly reached for the pink coloured Fun Pack. "Take your pick, you'd be more familiar with the selection than me, I'm sure." Surprise was written all over his face as he riffled through the contents, then he looked at the clock. "Those two, the young folkwill they be back here before half ten?" "No. they always make the most of every minute on Saturday nights, in any case Sally will leave us alone, she won't be embarrassed. You don't need to worry Harold." "Then let's have fun, my Mary, Mary Contrary." My one and only experience of being in such close contact with a man had been that 'quickie' which had produced Sally, Now, with his strong six foot length beside me, I joyed in the feeling of skin meeting skin. His kisses had already turned me on, but then his lips began a wide ranging exploration, my earlobes, neck. I shivered as a hand cupped my eager breast then sighed with pleasure as his lips teased out the nipple. "Oh Harold, what we could have had my darling..." He lifted his head and looked deep into my eyes. "Mary, my sweet one, you taste so good. We can have, and we are going to have it. I'm not playing around with you... I do hope you're serious about this too?" "I'm serious Harold," I said quietly, "it's not simply having a 'fling' with you. I want you to love me and cherish me for ever." At that I felt his hand slide up my thigh, circling my remaining bush. "Do you shave down there Mary?" I chuckled. "Not usually, but last night," I reached out for the tingler in the Fun Pack, "I used one of those for the very first time. Would you like to tease me with it?" "It will be a pleasure you little wanton. Open your legs a bit, let me see your fun park." He picked up a tissue. "You're dripping already. I'll dry you off a bit or these won't stick so well." Memories of the feel of those tingling rubber pads on my labia had me a-shiver with expectation then I jumped involuntarily as the first pulse grabbed at me. "Oooh Harold, that feels so nice, I do want you inside me, but not just yet, can you hold on for a while?" "I'm sure. Simply watching and turning you on like this will make me harder and randier than ever." He picked up the smaller of the vibrators. "Would you like me to vibe you?" "Anything, anything, but anything that gives you and me pleasure." "What an invitation! I can't possibly resist. Open your legs, as wide as you can little one." At just over five feet three I didn't really feel little anymore but it had been his pet name for me. Precious memories of our brief times of 'making out' came back. I squirmed at the sudden feeling that washed over me as his tongue laved my clitoris then probed into my entrance. "Oh Harold, the things you could have done to me. I'm so, so sorry..." "Lots of miles to make up little one." As he continued to worship my clit the vibrator buzzed, spreading my lips as he slid it gently into me twirling it around as it went deeper and deeper. "Tell me when I find gold Mary." "Mmm you mean my G-spot? Just a little bit further in, now, run it round and round... Yes, there... Oh my God, that is heavenly... I th-think I'm going to come Harold." "That's alright sweetie. I'm sure we'll be able to come again." The tingle of the pads, his nibbling and tonguing my clit... and now the insistent stimulation of the vibe had sent me right over the edge and I bucked and writhed with the sensations that were now rippling through me. He leaned over me and kissed me gently on my lips. "Mary, that was always one of my dreams, to take you to the heights of pleasure like that. Of course, we both know a lot more now, but it was like a first time again for me." "Me too. That other 'once' wasn't really pleasant." "Lets not talk about that ever again Mary." He cuddled up close alongside me. I felt as if a new day was dawning, even though it was only nine in the evening. . . . this was what I'd read about in some of the girlie stories I'd scanned. 'The afterglow: this is a wonderful time of fulfilment, rest and renewal, when a woman has been brought to a climax by her lover and rests in his arms'. Somehow that line had stayed with me. At the time I thought the author of the story was only playing with words and with the emotions of her readers . . . "Harold," I murmured, "I'm glowing in the afterglow." "I'm glad," he raised himself on one elbow, "half past nine. Are you ready for my 'afterburner', or shall we leave it for another night?" "Afterburner?" I frowned. "It's the extra jet, like a power surge, a supercharger that a fighter aircraft uses to zoom out of trouble." "Mmm. Buster," I chuckled, "the moment you put that 'afterburner' in me, you're zooming fast into trouble, you're done for! I'm not letting you go again Harold. It's decision time." He moved away and got out of the bed. I was still naked, fired up and aching with need for him, and as he moved away I felt utterly lost. "Harold, y-you, you're not leaving me... Oh Harold, please! If all you w-want is to have f-fun with me occasionally..." I had tears in my eyes and turned away. "Mary, come over here," he commanded. I turned back and saw him kneeling by the side of the bed. "Will you marry me?" "You silly! You know very well my answer would have been and is yes. Why the performance?" "It's what I was planning to do before," he got down beside me and put his hand up between my legs, "before I lost you. But I'd never got around to planning this. Open up for me precious." Sensuality Ch. 04 Skin to skin again, now his chest was grazing, pressing my aching breasts flat, his hard tool probing my depths, exploring my tunnel and stroking against my red hot nub at each stroke. I looked up into his eyes, those blue, blue eyes and saw love, tenderness and white hot need... for me! "Mary... tell me... when you're close... then we'll come together..." My insides started to flutter, those little butterflies I'd read about. He must have felt those tremors in my pelvic muscles, the squeezing, the relaxing and the squeezing around his penis as I approached another climax. "Now Harold, now!" He plunged into me, speeding up and deepening his strokes while one hand cupped my breast and he gripped the nipple with his teeth. . . . the wave was forming, rising up higher and higher. It seemed to reach the heavens as I looked up to its curling crest. Then it crashed over me. I exploded as I was carried by it to rest, sprawled on the sand of the beach . . . I felt him shudder as he reached his own peak and the jets of his spend, even restricted as they were by the rubber sheath, pummelled against my cervix. He collapsed on top of me. "Harold, it's nice... but you're rather heavy.... I c-can't breathe." I gasped. "Sorry, but thank you." "Thank you my wonderful lover. That was really my first time. The stuck up broad is banished forever." "Do you want to tell Sally?" "We may as well. I'm sure that she's expecting it. She even seems excited by the idea of me having a randy rooster." "Mmm. We didn't need any 'Arousal' did we?" I shook my head. "Did that help you the other night?" "I think I was ready to 'come out' as it were, but it was always difficult in the company of those other two. And the new hair-do helped." "Tell me, was the place where you went 'UniSexSensuality'?" I looked at him, amazed. "How did you guess Harold? Yes it was." "And that, my precious darling," he smiled down at me, "is where you were impregnated by that Arousal capsule. Someone, somehow, while you were there, got it inside you." "You know," I chuckled, "at the back of my mind I had the notion I'd been penetrated earlier that night, even before I started using the vibrator." "Mary," he said quietly, "I'd like you to keep away from there. Oh, yes they are good, excellent, but they also do a few other things with men and women that are not on the surface. I'm sure that you've heard of mind bending drugs and mind control." "Do you think the place is dangerous Harold?" "Not altogether. Their aim is to give people pleasure, pleasures they might not pursue if all their alerts are in place. After all, if its fun, if you enjoy it and if it doesn't hurt anyone, well why not? But I wouldn't want other people having 'fun' with my wife." I mused over this for a few minutes then came to a decision. "I was going to go back there, but now I won't. It is going to be fun though." "What is?" "Both Fran and Jane have set up appointments for makeovers there. Jane is going there on Friday and Fran on Saturday, I wonder what will happen to them?" Harold laughed so hard he had to hold himself. "Oh I do wish I could be a fly on the wall. Those two are really going to become 'unstuck'." * * * * Harold's Story Sally looked at us both closely as she walked into the lounge hand in hand with Brian. "Umm. Le petit mort, the sudden little death, I guess it's happened." "Sally, I have asked your mother to marry me." She ran across to us, flung her arms around Harold's neck and kissed him on both cheeks. "And of course she said YES YES YES!" He removed himself from her bear-hug embrace. "You don't mind, do you?" "Go for it buster . . . sorry, I suppose I should say 'dad' now. I take it you two had fun?" "Sally, please!" I said, I knew I was blushing to the roots of my hair. "I'm leaving while you chastise your, or should I maybe say 'our' daughter. I'll be back in a minute." He returned proudly holding a bottle of vintage champagne. "I have been keeping this..." "For seventeen years?" Sally interrupted, grinning at him. "How did you guess." I noticed him whispering to her as I took down the crystal champagne flutes. It would be the first time they had been christened. "Now you two youngsters can celebrate with us, but only a taste. I don't want you to go home and tell your parents my visitor has been 'plying you with strong drink' Brian." When Brian had left and Sally was safely tucked up in bed I asked him. "Harold, what was it you whispered to Sally back then?" "Le petit mort... the little rascal! I told her it was le grande mort for us, and I'm sure she knows what that means, even if she has not yet experienced it!" * * * * Monica is gob smacked Monica's Story There was a long conference after we had treated Mary Johnson on Wednesday. Jared presented his results to Simon and I gave my appraisal of her readiness. "I just have a funny feeling about her Simon." "Feeling as in," he rested his hand on my knee and it drifted upwards, "that kind of feeling?" "No. Some of the things she said didn't really jell with that 'stuck up broad' label. I wondered if she'd been muscled into the group. From what you have told me the other two are powerful man-haters." "You could be right Monica, but she hangs around with them. They were thick as thieves at the conference. Now this Jane, you've got her down for a full body massage I see." Jared chipped in then "I know you'd like to massage her in a few internal areas Simon. Will you try on Friday, or wait until you can get her to bend over for you?" "What do you think Jared? I've picked up that she's a practising lesbo. She had a one and a half inch strap-on in her case, and Fran also had a few similar toys. Come to think of it, Mary's bag of tricks was all woman, none of that gear." "It sounds as if those two at least regularly do each other over. Jane would be used to feeling up there then, and if a memory chanced to surface..." "Think you could implant a 'meeting with Fran'?" "Mmm. We'd have to dose her up well," Jared nodded then frowned, "probably a triple, borderline of risky." "Make sure you have the reversal drugs available. We don't want an ambulance job on our hands. These women are both doctors Jared, they have lots of friends in the trade and in high places." "Right," I said, making notes. "A spa, coffee before and after, then the full body, you Jared can do your little measuring act then Simon," I Iooked at him, "I guess you'll be watching and waiting?" "Just a minute, let's also introduce her to some electro-toning." He grinned at me lasciviously. "It will be a joy to see that lovely ass and thighs trembling to the throbs of current." "You're a real devil Simon," I laughed, "maybe, just maybe, next week I'll get you to give me another work over, but not until Jared has spread my holes for your tree trunk. You almost split me open the other day." Gertie had a dreamy look on her face. "Oh Monica, it's so pleasurable to feel it growing, reaching up to the sky inside you." "That's as maybe Gert, but I don't have your attractive forty inch ass! My poor little garden was made slightly different!" "Monica," Jared said quietly, "you can come to me any time for a re-bore, and come for me as well." "Let's get back to business. Simon, what about Mary, and Helene?" "Helene? You Gertie can inveigle her into a full body. I want to be able to play with those lovely young tits... Mary? I guess we'll have to play it by ear." * * * * As I lifted the phone my ear picked up the voice immediately, but I didn't 'let on'... "Hello UniSexSensuality, Monica speaking." "Oh Monica, thank you so much for what you did for me the other day." "Feeling good?" "Hmm, good, better, best. I'd like to come and see you again. Would I be able to use the spa this afternoon?" "Any particular time?" "Say two o'clock, and Monica, would you be able to slip out with me for an hour do your think?" "Mmm. I might be able to arrange it. I'll talk to the management." At two o'clock she walked into the salon. I gazed at her for a moment in shock. Was this the woman we'd 'treated' only a few days back? It was only sensuality we had aroused, there was something else I couldn't put a finger on. "Come in Mary, you know the changing room. How did you enjoy the Fun Pack?" She grinned at me. "Now, that is a very long, and a very interesting story. Can it keep until we slip out together?" "O.k." I left her to undress and slip into the foaming water, then minutes later returned with the coffee. "Oh, I'm sorry Monica, I should have told you earlier. No coffee for me now, doctor's orders," she smiled. "But I'll enjoy this pampering for half an hour, do you think you'll be free by then... maybe it would be better if you came to tell me you're ready to leave?" I nodded and wondered as I walked back to the reception desk 'what are we going to do now without being able to use the coffee'... Half an hour later Lee-Anne sidled up to the desk. "You're popping out for a tête-à-tête with that Mary?" "Mmm. We certainly did a job on her. I think she'd be a lesbo's nightmare now. Simon wanted her unstuck, but she's... she's totally dissolved!" "Better let her know you're ready, don't keep the doctor waiting." I walked into the spa room as Mary was just finishing off drying herself. "Would you be able to spare another Fun Pack for me Monica, it's for a very special little lady." "We-ell, we don't normally do that, but I'll risk the boss's ire just for you. What colour?" "Mmm. I think she likes peachy colours, would you have anything like that?" "Finish off dressing Mary while I go and have a look, you can take another set of our special underwear too if you like. You look absolutely wicked in those split briefs." "Yes, I feel wicked too, black and blonde, wow!" She slipped the Fun Pack into her capacious black doctor's bag and we marched out of UniSexSensuality arm in arm. I felt as if I was being escorted by a member of the women's police. Mary Johnson certainly wanted this tête-à-tête. "I think in here Monica." 'Here' was the most sophisticated and up=market tea shop in town. If our salon boasted a 'select clientele' then Madison's sure put us in the shade. Just to sit down here you could think of spending ten dollars, way out of my financial means. "Monica, before I begin I want to thank you sincerely for what you did for me. I mean everything. What I know about, and what I don't know about." I jumped up from my seat as if I'd been shot. "I'm not sure I understand." "Sit down please," Mary put her finger to my lips. "I think you do understand Monica, but no matter. I enjoyed myself that afternoon, and I'm going to enjoy myself a lot more. Look." Then I saw the ring. A massive diamond surrounded by rubies. "Who?" "That wonderful man I should have married seventeen years ago, before that sod I told you about got me pregnant." "Y-you said 'what I don't know about'?" "I was penetrated in the salon some time on Wednesday during that 'treatment', wasn't I Monica? Someone, or something got inside my little love tunnel, yes?" I nodded dumbly then managed to speak "B-but how did you know?" "For a while I thought I was imagining it, that it was only a dream. But when I went home I started playing with your little fun pack, that wonderful vibe with the clit tickler and the electrified clitty tingler." I could see that Mary was re-living a wonderful experience and I was at least gratified by this but... "After I climaxed, with a real gusher I might add, it's something I have never done before, I had to change the bedclothes," she reached down into her black bag and took out a screw-top container. "Hold out your hand Monica." I looked on in horror as she opened it then shook out a familiar blue capsule onto my palm and folded my trembling fingers around it. "Oh God!" I murmured, "We're busted!" "Monica. I'm not going to 'bust you', but please be careful. You did a good job on me. I suspect I know what the ultimate objective was, but you made one little mistake, something you should know about." Mary smiled at me. "Are you going to tell me, or let me make more?" "I'd rather you didn't make any more mistakes, but we'll talk about that in a moment," she nodded. "Remember Monica, I'm a gynaecologist, I know all about women. Some of those little love tunnels are slicker than others. As for mine, well, I normally seem to have a paucity of juices. I hadn't been really aroused by the time I climaxed that night, so the capsule was only half absorbed." "You said 'no more mistakes', what did you mean?" "Simon, Simon Hetherington is behind all this, isn't he? No, its no good trying to deny it. I've done some of my own checking. I am going to see him, later. I know that he wants me to purchase some of his up-to-date equipment, and I will, but he won't be having Mary Johnson bend over his desk for a fat discount while he rams his fat prick up my backside!" I couldn't hold back my mirth. "Oh Mary! I'd love to see his face when you tell him that, but what about the others, Jane and Fran?" "I think they need to wake up to the fact that they are women, not men without balls. I'd like to hear what happens, but maybe I'd best not." "Now Mary, we came out to have..." "Coffee, but not yours. That ring came from my Harold, Doctor Harold Simpson, he's a forensic pathologist and pharmacologist. I sincerely hope that he never gets round to using his pathology skills on Simon's little operation. It will mean you've had a death on your hands and then you really will be 'busted'." The neatly attired waitress hovered by our table for our order. "I'll have a real creamy mocha Mary and I want to gorge myself on a slice of that Black Forest cake." "And you madam?", "Coffee, black, Columbian," Mary smiled at me and winked, "and a slice of the passion fruit cheesecake please." She waited until the waitress had gone. "Off the record, what's in the coffee?" "I'm not sure, but Jared says it's a kind of relaxant, lets the mind go free, reduces the pain threshold." "Ah Jared Martin." "Yes, the company doctor. He's related to Gertie, I mean Gertrude Hammond, she's Simon's secretary. Do you know him?" "We were in medical school together years back, he's a very clever boy." "He certainly knows his way around the female anatomy." We sat making small talk, our lives, Mary's forty years and my twenty five, our interests and hopes. Mary was a good listener and I had the feeling that she wouldn't pressure me to change my lifestyle, but subtly made me realise that there was much more offering for me. "The second Fun Pack, who is it for?" "My teenage daughter Sally. She's sixteen now, just really starting with boys. The present one is trying to 'feel her up' in a fumbling way. I'll give it to her on her eighteenth birthday. What about you Monica, any boys, or only the 'sugar daddy'?" It was too close to the bone, but I had to admit it and nodded. "It's hard to break away Mary, he's very addictive you know." "Yes, and if you haven't something to reach forward to you can't get away from something you'd rather leave." I was silent for all of five minutes and Mary seemed to be coming to a decision. I looked at my watch, we'd been away for almost three quarters of an hour! "Did you want to give me some more guidance along the straight and narrow?" "No," she passed me her business card, "but if you'd like to try this job out. My receptionist at the rooms is retiring soon. I hope I see you again Monica, but I don't think it will be at UniSexSensuality." When we parted I was in two minds. It was high time to 'divorce' myself from Simon's demanding intrusions and control. I had thought of dropping the whole business there and then, but Mary had almost given me carte blanche to 'treat' her two companions to the joys of our salon. Lee-Anne greeted me with less than joy as I walked in. "You're late. That old sod Harrison has been asking and asking for you. I've put him in number five." "O.k. I'll get onto it." I knew immediately what the 'old sod' would want: his backside reamed with a one and a half inch electric dildo and his prick sucked into the vacuum stroker. He also liked being spanked, hard. I slipped on my 'prison warder's' uniform then I remembered my recent experience with Simon's 'spanker' and hurried to collect it from our special room. "Ah mister Harrison, we've caught you at last." I tied down the wrist and ankle restraints and spread his legs. "You've been a very bad boy, and you're going to be punished severely for it." As I said this I picked up the modified cattle prod and gave his hanging prick a charge. "Ohhh please, no, not that!" "You're going to take your punishment and you'd best be silent or the next one will be on your balls. You know what that feels like." I lubed up the electric dildo then rammed it up his anus and he moaned with the pleasure it gave him. "Silence or you'll get another one!" His prick was already hardening from the cattle prod and the anal stimulation so I slipped on the vacuum stroker and set it pumping. For one brief moment I wondered what it would like, having a caring man loving me, not dominating me... caressing my breasts, sucking gently on my clit, driving me along the road to ecstasy, that and so many other things could be different... but I had a job to do. Mr Harrison was starting to moan louder "Silence! You know what happens to you if you don't obey, what happens?" "I get spanked miss, I get spanked so hard by my teacher." "Yes, bad boys always get spanked by their teacher and I'm going to spank you now, I'm going to spank you very hard." I slipped two new three inch sticky pads from their wrapping and slapped them on his butt cheeks. He trembled slightly at my touch as I joined the pin connectors and the feathery feel of the thin electrode wires draped over his thigh. "Oh miss, miss that tickles me. I want to be spanked." Simon had set the control on '4'. I guessed that was what he had tortured me with, and I didn't really like that kind of spanking. Hesitantly I pressed the 'On' switch and the red light glowed. There were two other controls, a 'Pulse' knob and a 'Single shot' button. 'Here we go Mr Harrison' I said to myself and pressed the button. "OHHHHH! Please no!" His ass cheeks convulsed as if he was trying to draw them up to his throat. I knew what it had felt like for me, strapped down and defenceless. Then I felt really devilish and switched to 'Pulse'. "OHHHHH! NOOOOOOO! PLEASE, PLEASE MISTRESS JONES!" 'Jones' was our 'safe word' to stop any punishment immediately. "Monica you little horror, that was agony," he breathed as I pulled on the long dildo to remove it. A spurt of brown came out with it and spattered onto my 'uniform'. When I turned off the suction his prick was dripping come all over the floor. Suddenly I felt dirty and the tears coursed down my flaming cheeks. I tried to retain some of my 'professional' composure as I untied the restraints and let the tottering old man down from the massage table. I knew that there would be a hefty tip left for me at the front desk but today it would feel like blood money in my hand. "Goodbye Mr Harrison," I said without any regret. "Next week mistress," he leered at me as he made his way to the showers. 'No way you old rue,' I said to myself. 'I'm out of here, as soon as I turn those other two broads into real women!' I treated myself to a long, long soak in the spa. 'Recovery time' we called it. It was often needed it after the noxious and groping demands of some of our more lascivious and demanding clientele. Tonight before I left for home I would treat myself to three or four sets of the USS underwear, three of the primrose shifts and three Executive Fun Packs... Yes, why not? I'd take a bottle of 20mg Arousal capsules as well. Sensuality Ch. 04 Mr. Simon Hetherington would never dare come after me... with what I knew about the goings on at his UniSexSensuality! * * * * Being in charge of the whole operation at the salon, one of my responsibilities was to follow up on the 'newbies' and where possible sell our other services to them. As Lee-Anne said, she'd 'entered him' and I glanced at the listing on the screen 'Harold Simons'... Harold? Was this a coincidence? I rewound the video record of fifteen minutes ago. There he was, middle aged, long black hair, a casual type, if the clothes he wore were any indication he had money. And there in the spa, taking the coffee from Lee-Anne, a sexy smile on his face and she primping at him expecting a tip... but something about it just didn't feel right. At that moment he walked up to the desk. "Monica, isn't it?" I nodded. "I take it you're the boss on the floor?" "That's right," I was trying desperately to feel at ease, but in my head there was the faintest tinkle of an alarm bell. "Mr. Simons, what can I do for you?" He glanced around the Valued Customer area, as if to make sure no that no close acquaintances were observing him here, then whispered, "Is there some place we can go... without the surveillance?" I'd had these 'newbies' before who wanted something special 'on the side'. We did have a room that wasn't monitored but the rule was 'No Go' unless you had your personal alarm handy. So I didn't have any problem going for a one-on-one with this Mr Simons. I closed the door and watched him carefully. He sat down on the lounge and lay back at his ease. I couldn't figure out his expression. Was he assessing me? I waited. "Monica, I wasn't altogether truthful with Lee-Anne. My name isn't Simons, it's Simpson, Harold Simpson." "Oh my God! Now we're really in it, big time... wh-what!" "I'm here unofficially Monica, and by the way, thanks for the coffee, I'll be able to verify my suspicions." "You - you didn't drink it?" "No, but I had a devil of a job stashing it away without your nosy little camera seeing what I did." He chuckled. "You know, your set up here would put the CIA to shame, its so good." "Well Mr. Simons-Simpson, thank you very much for your double-edged compliment, but no thanks!" I said sarcastically, "what do you want now?" "I've known a little about this place for awhile now. Meeting up with Mary again added a couple of pieces of evidence, but I don't think you know how big this thing is Monica..." He sighed. "Why am I telling you this? Because you're a young woman, and you, and all of those girls out there could get badly hurt. The big fish couldn't give a damn about the tiddlers." "Wh-what should I do Harold... it's been my life for a few years now, with Simon and here. I totally forgotten what its like to just be with a decent man, with friends, even lovers on an equal footing." "Mary gave you an 'out'. Take that, but I and a few other people would like you to lay low for a while so we can tie up a few loose ends. I think Mary wants her two friends to enjoy UniSexSensuality." He looked at me seriously. "Monica do be careful with Simon, and watch the places you go." "You mean stay where there are people around?" "Exactly. We have people watching out for you, the girls, Helene, Mary and the other two, but please don't make our job harder Monica." "What about all this, the salon, facilities? Is it all down the tube?" Harold shook his head. "No. When its cleaned up... I mean a few of your 'special services' discontinued, it could be a profitable little investment for someone to put money into." He reached into his pocket and gave me a slip of paper. "Memorise that phone number, only don't put it into your mobile, someone might check your contacts. If you need help it will be on the way in a hurry." I scanned the paper, closed my eyes and imprinted it on my mind then handed the paper back to him. "With you and Mary, how's it going?" It was an attempt at small talk but Harold responded wholeheartedly. "Ah, we're trying to make up ground. Seventeen years is a long time to make up, but that lady doesn't need any Arousal." I chuckled, a mixture of feelings churning around inside me. "Harold, thank you, I do hope all turns out well." "And for you too, but be very careful Monica. Not the slightest hint to Simon Hetherington." * * * * Simon Hetherington I mused. It had been good, a quick transition from in charge of the hair dressing section to in being in charge of the whole UniSexSensuality operation. Good money, a good working environment, except for the gropers and perverts like Harrison and his ilk... I'd been ripe for picking after my one and only 'caring man' succumbed to injuries from a road accident. Simon had taken full advantage of my vulnerable damaged state. The erotic feelings he was able to arouse in me, lifting me to a screaming crescendo of need were exquisite. At the back of my mind I knew that for him it was only the joy of controlling me. Me, Monica Smith, his personal performing little slut. Monica... and others, like poor Gertrude... and if he was able to manage it he would have Helene, Mary, Jane and Fran as his toys! 'Mr. Simon Hetherington,' I murmured to myself, I think I may soon become your nemesis'. My thoughts drifted back to those conversations with Kevin, the lover I had lost. Nemesis and hubris! Hubris, that overweening pride, superciliousness and arrogance which meets with fatal retribution... My education had been very basic, leaving high school as soon as I legitimately could. Kevin on the other hand was doing an Arts degree at university. He loved the classics, the stories of ancient Greece and often amused me with snippets of the antics the gods and goddesses were supposed to have gotten up to. Kevin was the last person to display arrogance, a very gentle man. Yes, also a gentleman... what was it in life that took off the good ones? What quirk was it that allowed men like Simon Hetherington to sit, as it were, above the stage, dangling and manipulating the strings, playing with us as if we were all the marionettes designed for his pleasure? What was that word Kevin had once used? The 'deus', ah yes the 'deus ex machina' that 'god from the machine'. The dramatic device the Greek writers used to bring about a savage twist in the outcome of their tragic plays. 'Well Monica Smith' I said to myself, 'you're no goddess, but by God, from this machine Simon has created, and with a little bit of help from your friends, you are going to change the whole plot and conclusion!' --------------------------- To be continued... Sensuality Ch. 05 --------------------------- This is the fifth chapter in "Sensuality" - my first story submitted to Literotica (more to come!) I hope I am retaining your interest and you continue reading. Jane a dentist, and Fran who is a cardiac physician (the last of the 'three broads' visit UniSexSensuality. Far from their usual style of sexual activity, on returning home both contact men to satisfy their high aroused states. --------------------------- Jane shifts tracks Jane's Story I'd been quite frosty with Monica on the phone so when she met me at the door of the salon I turned on the charm. "Monica, it's so good to see you again... sorry if I sounded abrupt when I phoned." "Hmm. Bad hair day?" "Something like that. Now, what are you going to offer me here? Helene said you have fantastic coffee." "That and a spa to start with. Come through please." Monica had it all off pat, the primrose shift, "You can keep that, hop in and I'll bring a cuppa in just a moment." I immersed myself in the foaming water, closed my eyes and let the tiredness float away. Standing on your feet dragging teeth was no fun. Thankfully with fluoride treatment these days there were fewer extractions. Why had I become a dentist, I often wondered, mainly a male preserve. Why had I taken up 'arms against mankind' -- the emphasis was always on the 'man'? Reflecting, it was probably my first encounter with the rampant male organ. In my teenage innocence I went with three boys from our 'gang'. They took me behind the school toilets and joyfully de-flowered me, ignoring my cries of pain. 'Plain Jane's a sissy, a cock teaser, says we can then says we can't'. Their taunts had followed me as I walked home in my bloodstained knickers, and it had been me that got a walloping! Men... "Jane, here's that coffee." I came out of my reverie to see Monica bending down with the tray. "How's the spa?" "It's a delight after a long day on my feet." "You doctors, why don't you work out ways of sitting down on the job?" "Dentist. And please Monica, don't give me that hackneyed joke about the top two and the bottom one." She walked away chuckling. I almost fell asleep with the bubbles foaming around me, pulsing jets massaging my breasts and vulva and had even started getting aroused. "Out, Doctor James, extract yourself. Time for your massage. Oh, would you like another cup? I can bring it into the treatment room for you." I nodded and shimmying into the primrose shift followed her into a large spacious room with a massage table in the centre and all the accoutrements for tanning, beautification and relaxation scattered around. "Shall I get up onto the table Monica?" "No, just a moment. We'd best weigh you then if you start our trim-fit program we have a baseline." I hopped onto the scales and she noted down the reading on a card. "Jane, you're probably about five kilos over healthy optimum weight for someone of your height," she paused as if considering something, "maybe muscle toning first, then massage? How does that sound?" "You mean EMS?" "Yes, we can adjust it to your best level for fat reduction, unless you get some muscle movement it's not very effective. What's your pain threshold?" "Pretty high. I've taught myself to be tough." "O.k., here we go then, maybe your butt and your thighs first, over on your tum that can come later." I lay silent and waiting as Monica placed the large black conductive pads on the very sides and centres of my butt cheeks. Two pads on each thigh, then "Open your legs Jane, these muscles help you to grip a man, thighs of steel," she chuckled. "Now, give me a word, not 'stop', something that you're not likely to say while we're doing this. "Amalgam." "Good one, lets start." I jumped as the first impulses tightened my butt and felt the pads high between my legs gripped my pussy like a vise. Monica was turning up the intensity all the time and in a mirror on the wall opposite I could see my body wobbling and jumping around. "Ugh, arghhh that's delicious agony, its painful but pleasant." "You're not into SM are you Jane?" "No, but I suppose you'd call me a femme domme. Men are off limits for me." The intensity rose even higher until at last I had to breathe out through clenched teeth "Amalgam, just ease it off a bit Monica, please." "You've had the equivalent of an hour's workout Jane, do you realise that?" "Mm well that's enough. Let's get on with the massage "First, that coffee I brought you." I turned over and sat up, my breasts dangling, then drained the cup. "Oh I must get a supply of that Monica. I've never tasted such a delicious smooth flavour." "Hmm. We'll see, now I'll leave you in Lee-Anne's care. She will start your massage then I'll join her later and we'll work you over together. Enjoy Jane." I didn't hear the conversation in the outer room . . . * * * * Monica's Story "Where's Simon, he said he wanted to be here Jared." "He had to fly down to the factory. Some production line problem. What shall we do? Shall we continue without him?" "Jared," I said seriously. "Have you heard of a Doctor Harold Simpson?" "The forensic pathologist? He's hot stuff, knows his onions as in mind benders and the like, why?" "He got hold of a partly absorbed Arousal capsule and he knows it came from, here. Need I say more?" "Hells bells! Are you saying we're busted?" "No, but we easily could be. This little gig of Simon's is very clever, but if we have a casualty on our hands here, who cops the rap?" "Simon would duck out from under. He'd disown us and we'd all be held as 'persons of interest' by the authorities, is that what you mean." "Right. Now, I've had enough of his manipulating. After next week I'm out of here. All I want to do is see Jane and Fran unstuck. And I don't mean made ready for Simon to play with. I want them ready to play with him!" "And how are you going to do this my sweet one?" Jared could be saccharine sweet when he wanted something, and he needed some direction now. "We're going to turn them round, plant a few little thoughts in their minds that they really like men, would really like having a lover, and I don't mean just being screwed Jared." "You mean a bit of aversion therapy thrown in, like 'Ugh strap-ons are horrible', 'me play with women', 'me, have it up the ass'?" "Dead right." "Mmm. Jane should be suggestible enough with the doses she's had. Do you mind if I play with her a little?" "Yes, we'll convince her she likes it, then fill her up with what, say 50mg of Arousal for home, but Jared my sweet one," I chuckled, "you make sure her love tunnel is moist enough to absorb it all, that's how we got caught." * * * * Jane . . . I was living a childhood dream with the voices coming from far, far away. 'Jane, Jane open up for me, let me inside.' "No, no! Please don't you're going to hurt me, last time you three raped me" 'Jane, it's only me, your lover, I'd never hurt you, that little tunnel of your is just longing to be loved. We don't need those nasty strap-ons anymore do we, feel how delicious this feels inside you, sliding up and down, lifting you higher and higher' "Oh, higher and higher, take me right to the top . . . whee!" I didn't know it, but I convulsed with the strongest and longest orgasm I'd ever experienced. "Oh, whoever you are my wonderful man, come to me . . . no more strap-ons." 'Jane do you like women or men?' "We-ell . . ." 'It's not right women doing it with women is it?' "Not right . . ." 'Men and women should love together and enjoy being together, shouldn't they?' "Men and women . . ." 'Jane, would you like me to love you again, all over, your wonderful breasts, nipples and gorgeous pussy, that hot little sexy clit down there and those hot hot lips?' "Oh, love me, love me please, love me all over! Oh I need to find you, find my lover . . ." I felt as if in the dream that there were hands cupping my breasts, they were aching with need now. My nipples felt hard and fragile as if one touch would shatter them in a thousand pieces. Then a tongue was sliding down between my breasts, licking teasing, lifting me, it delved lower and lower, circling and dipping into my navel, then plunging between my thighs to lick the hottest part of my body. "Oh, inside, inside please, please fill me up." I felt the thick rod plunging into me, hot, slick, teasing my G-spot, then at last pressing against my cervix as it pulsed and released a gusher of fluid. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" I didn't feel the douche nozzle wash out my canal, nor tender hands spreading my lips and slipping the tiny capsule high up inside me . . . * * * . . . "Hey, sleepy head wake up!" "Ugh. I feel as if I've been gone for hours." "No," Monica gestured to the wall clock, "only half. I've never know anyone sleep for so long through a whole body massage. How do you feel Jane, other than tired?" "Mmm. On top of the world. Higher than Mount Everest." "Well, I've never been up there, but I've had a few men take me to the heights in my twenty five years." "It's getting a bit late for me Monica, I suppose at forty three I should find someone to settle down with." She came closer and slid her hand down my arm in a rather sensual way then whispered I my ear "Will I do?" "You! A woman! My god no. Do you think I'm like that!" "I'm sorry Jane, that was a bit out of line, forgive me." "I should think so too. Now, what's with this manicure and facial. Are you going to fit it all in for me tonight?" "Jane, we make an agreement, we stick to it, like amalgam." Monica chuckled. "Boy did you girls ever give me a workout there; I felt I was jumping all over the place. Nice though, be nice to have your lover smack you occasionally." I settled down in the soft chair then adjusting the knobs on the control box she gave me I felt the gentle pulsing of the massage pads. "Feel good?" "Mmm heaven. I must get one of these for the practice. It would be a cachet, especially for long dental procedures." "You mean like . . ." Monica paused "Go on." "Oh I was going to say one of those old dentist's jokes, 'the top two pulled and the bottom one filled'." "My god, it is an old one, but I feel just now as if I'd like the same. You don't have a nice man handy to provide one of those 'extra' services do you?" "Doctor James! Do you think we're like that! You go out and find your own man. With a body like yours you can have them falling over you." I held out my hand for the manicure and as Monica started Lee-Anne fixed the teasing electro facial massage pads around my face. "Now, you won't be able to talk with those pulsing away, so if you need anything wiggle your free finger. I let her move away for a moment then gave in to the gentle teasing . . . ants crawling over me . . . the breeze blowing on my cheeks . . . the patter of tiny feet as my baby chickens wandered across my face . . . the butterfly touch of kisses. I wiggled my free index finger and Lee-Anne turned off the stimulation, "Yes Jane?" "Nothing much, but I need a man!" They both chuckled and the stimulation started again. Half an hour later Monica tapped me on the shoulder. "You're really done now, come through into the change room." I tottered after her. Two whole hours and not on my feet! "Right," she pointed to the array of shelves, "take a couple of sets of that black underwear, courtesy of the house." I picked up the knickers. "Mmm naughty naughty." "The man, when you find him, will discover all the barriers are down, and here, oh, what's your favourite colour Jane?": "Red, red hot red." "Just a minute then please," she disappeared into a store room and returned with a sleek leather satchel. "Our Executive Fun Pack, I'm sure I don't have to explain to a woman of your experience how to use it." "And I take this too, don't I?" I asked picking up the shift. "Yes. Now, you're o.k. to go, do you want someone to walk with you to your car, or would you like to sit and talk for a while?" "Oh Monica I don't want to keep you back. Look at the time!" "It's no bother, one of my little pleasures in life is meeting new people. Unfortunately here I only seem to meet up with a certain 'social set'." "Monica, I hope you're not being snobby?" "No, its just how things are. Being such an up-market place . . . anyway, I think I might be moving from here on soon." "Well, I'm not sure how often I'll be back but I will miss you." I felt her grip my hand. Was she trying to hold onto me or what. "Jane, do you have a lot of money, you know, dentists are usually fairly plush in the pocket . . ." "I don't make personal loans if that's what you mean Monica, but I do have quite a few, shall we say liquid assets at my disposal." "Good. I think there will be an investment opportunity coming up soon. I'm sure you will be interested." We said goodnight and I walked to my car wondering what a receptionist might know of the kind of investment opportunity I was interested in. * * * As I climbed the stairs to my bedroom I started to feel quite warm. Moisture began dripping down the insides of my legs. My nub felt as if it was on fire, aching to be touched, teased, and sent heavenwards in that dizzying spiral of pleasure. A Fun Pack, and Monica said I should know all about it . . . Lets try the electro clit tingler. I quickly applied the pads to my shaved and lasered mons, one either side of my little lady then . . . I was already groaning with need . . . the big vibrator as fast as it could go, up and down my tunnel, pressing against my G-spot . . . Then I screamed my release thankful for concrete walls and distant neighbours. A man, a man, I desperately needed a man! But what kind of man? A toy boy? No, I was too strong a personality for that, I would walk over him. I wanted a man to be in charge, to toss me down on the bed and love me until I was screaming 'no more, no more, oh God I can't stand it!' Did men like that only come in magazines, in videos or movies? Now, what was it Monica had talked about just before I left her? Investments . . . a man, now what brought that to mind? Ah, Jeremy, my stockbroker. He'd been trying to get into my pants for the last five years! God, I must have been mad forever saying 'no'. I grabbed the phone. "Jeremy, what are you doing tonight?" "Who's this? If it's any business of yours I'm relaxing with a beer and the TV." "Would you like some real relaxation therapy?" "Who...?" I could almost hear the wheels turning in his mind. "I don't believe it, you Jane!" "Get your delectable person over here pronto and make a little investment. I can promise you a good return." "God help me lady, but you are full of surprises, I'm on my way." "And Jeremy, everything has been warmed up for you." * * * * Fran gets 'the works' Fran's story I didn't know how much the extras I wanted were going to cost. I had chatted with Helene after Simon's little 'conference' and decided on one big splurge. If this establishment with the crazy name could turn Jane's 'farm frump girl' into that little vision Simon, or was it Gertrude, had got into their clutches then there was more than a little hope for me! Mother nature had saddled me with a rather mannish managing disposition and the resistance I encountered in my first day as a registrar to the Intensive Care Unit hadn't helped. "What could a 'little woman' do if she had to carry out CPR for half an hour?" But I did, I showed them, even though my arms felt as if they were dropping off my shoulders when at last the electrocuted teenager's heart took over. 'UniSexSensuality' 'A WORLD OF PLEASURE?N YOUR HEAD'. What a crazy name I thought, but if the inside was anything like the frontage someone had a great investment here. "Doctor Fran Goodall," I announced myself to the young woman at the desk, smartly dressed in her lavender and charcoal uniform. "Would you like to take a seat madam. Monica will be with you in a few moments." I looked around at the décor, the clean sparkling fixtures and the six women at various stages of hair treatments. The young woman I remembered from Hetherington's came smiling toward me. "Doctor Goodall." "You're full. Maybe I'd best re-schedule that appointment. It's most annoying." "Oh no," Monica put a hand on my arm, "this is the general public. We go through into the Valued Customer's Lounge." It took my breath away, better than a five star hotel. "Now. May I call you Fran?" I nodded. "Through here, slip your things off and hop in the spa to relax . . . I know you doctors at the end of a days work!" I needed no urging. Tramping from ward to ward, up and down corridors, I often wondered why the hospitals didn't invest in those little scooters. With these idealistic thoughts I subsided into the bubbling water. "Here's a cup of our very special blend coffee Fran. I'll come back in a few minutes then we'll get started." I seemed to have dozed off, or was I imagining things? Monica returned holding two large fluffy towels. "Out you get. I'll rub you down then we'll start with the toning and massage." Her hands teased and pummelled me, sliding around my breasts then up my crotch . . . it felt good to have a woman doing this. Had it been a man . . . "O.k. onto the massage table, on your tum first. Mmm you have a beautiful butt Fran," I felt her run her hand over one cheek then delve into the crack between them. I shivered with pleasure. "You obviously like that, are you familiar with EMS?" "Monica," I said coldly, "you are talking to a physician, a cardiac physician at that! We deal with electricity all the time; it's the thing that keeps your heart beating!" "Oops! Well Fran, let's see if we can get something else beating, maybe give your muscles a bit of a beating. Your pain threshold?" "High. I'll let you know if it gets too strong." "A word?" "Heart attack." "Sounds very appropriate but I hope none of us have one today. Still, you'll be around to help us for the next few hours." At that I saw her twiddle two of the controls and my thighs and buttocks started jumping, clenching. There was even a tightness between my ass cheeks I'd never experienced before, then I remembered she'd put two of the pads right up near my anus." "So how're we doing 'doctor electricity'?" I managed a feeble chuckle between pulses. "Th-that stimulation between my legs feels wonderful. Do you think you could, say, double the pulse rate?" "No problem doctor, a little bit of tachycardia coming up." The throbbing became an insistent fluttery tightness. I felt myself lubricating. "I think you've turned on Goodall's 'good oil' Monica." "Now that's very interesting. Who usually does that for you, a man?" "No way! Men... I've a friend who came here on Friday. We 'play' together." "You don't mean... not doctor James surely?" "Mmm. She usually 'doms' me with a lovely inch and a half strap-on." By this time I was only just tolerating the spasms in my muscles and wasn't sure if I could take much more. "Heart attack Monica!" "Right, I'll turn it off, then we'll have you turned over." She removed the pads from my behind and thighs. "Before we start again you'd better fortify yourself with another coffee." I quaffed the wonderful tasting brew then lay back. "Do you want me to give some work to your pecs, and down here, your pussy lips?" "That would be marvellous. I wonder Monica," she looked up at me, "do you have something for titty tips too?" "Yes, we can tease those little beauties of yours as well," she turned to Lee-Anne who was assisting her, "pass me the suction electrodes would you." I felt my nips dragged into the two little tubes then a delicious tingling and sparking applied to them." I was staring to drown in the sensations from all this energy flowing into my body, my breasts jumping as the impulses caused my pectorals to spasm, my pussy lips clenching together, then I looked at the clock. Sensuality Ch. 05 "Oh, Monica its seven o'clock already. Will you have enough time to do all I've asked for, the hair, my nails, the full body and the waxing?" All this was so pleasant, but with the duty roster next week I was worried that I wouldn't be able to get back to the salon for another fortnight. "Now don't you worry your head one bit Fran. What we promise, we deliver. In a moment or two we're going to start that full body massage for you, Lee-Anne and I. I promise all your worries will dissolve like jelly in hot water!" With all the jumping I was starting to feel a like jelly, but I knew what I would soon feel: two pair of women's hands sensually moving over my already aroused body, and I felt so dreamy, it would be easy just to have a snooze, relaxing, relaxing, drifting away while they worked on me . . . * * * * . . . In the dream I heard many voices . . . Monica's: 'she's ready I think'. Through the headphones that had been slipped around my ears there was the subtle insistence of 'The rhythm of life is a powerful theme, it puts a tingle'... and then 'Fran, you're feeling sleepy, so sleepy, you want to rest, relax, let your mind go, surrender to me, surrender . . . Fran, you are going to do what I tell you.' "Tell you," I murmured. 'Fran, did you always do what your mother told you?' "Always, she was a good mum looked after me." 'Fran, what did she tell you about what girls did?' "Mum said some girls were very naughty and dirty, they played with each others private parts, putting their fingers and oth-other things in . . . in the h-hole." 'That's very naughty isn't it Fran," "Yes, mum said you should only let men s-stick their p-penis in your hole . . . b-but when I let a man do that to me it hurt so much." 'You were only a little girl then Fran, weren't you?' "I was only little, five, and he was a big, big man." 'But Fran, you're a big girl now and if a man is gentle, if he prepares you, putting his penis in your hole feels nice . . .' "N-nice, if he prepares you, it would feel nice." Jared took over. 'Fran, I'm going to be very gentle, can you feel that?' "It feels nice resting there between my l-lips, you're not going to hurt me, please don't hurt me!' 'No Fran, I would never hurt you, feel it slide in so easily into your love tunnel," "Ohhh that is so good, so deep, pushing in spreading me . . ." 'And can you feel that tingling on your little love button down there' "Oh that is delicious . . . I f-feel funny, my insides are trembling . . . oh, do it some more please, faster and faster." Fran convulsed and Jared, who was having the time of his life with this last of the 'stuck up broads', emptied his spend into her. 'Fran, did you like that then, do you like a man's penis inside you, making your little love tunnel happy?' "Oh it was wonderful, wonderful, pushing, sliding inside me, so delicious." 'Fran, you're going to do what mother told you, aren't you! None of those nasty things in your hole, no playing with other girls poking things into their holes . . . Now, are you going to be good, or do I shut you up in your room till you obey me?' "Oh mummy, I'll be good. I'll throw away those nasty strap-ons . . ." 'You'll only play with boys now, play with men when you grow up, won't you Fran?' "Only with boys, men when I get bigger, a man's penis feels so wonderful in there, sliding in and out of me, gently poking me." "I think she'll do," Jared remarked. "Time for the douche and another little present from us." He spread Fran's vagina wide with the speculum and swiftly sluiced out his spend then after squirting some body fluid substitute around the cervix he inserted a 50mg Arousal capsule. "That should start dissolving in about an hour and a half from now. No more cock-ups," he chuckled, "boy, was she nice and tight. Our little broad is going to make some man very happy, but I don't think it will be Simon Hetherington." * * * * "Hey Fran, wake up!" "I m-must have dozed off, oh that body massage of yours, it's something to die for." I looked up and smiled at the two girls. "Monica, Lee-Anne, thank you so much for pampering me." "We haven't finished yet. Let's see what we can do with your hair, best hold my hand," I felt tottery as I got off the table but it was such a wonderful feeling, my whole body felt alive. "I'm not sure if you want to 'fall apart' any more Fran, but this is a massage chair as well. You can pamper yourself now while we give you that make-over. Lee-Anne will do the shampoo, then we'll dry your hair and cut while you enjoy the facial." "And the waxing and manicure?" "Yes, we're going to do all that. I know we're over time, but as it's your first VC visit you're a very special customer tonight. We want you to be completely satisfied." They got to work while I relaxed again in the comfort of this very special chair, my body being teased again by the gently moving massage pads. The half hour long CPR I'd done in my early days came to mind, what would one of these been like to relax in after a strenuous time working on an almost dying patient? I must have drifted off, again . . . "Right Doctor Goodall, its decision time. How would you like us to style that wonderful hair of yours? Have a look at these designs." I scanned through the swatch of photos Lee-Anne placed I my hands. Looking at the mirror I thought my hair looked anything but wonderful, almost mannish as I remembered it. Go for broke, I thought. These girls are so good." "Lee-Anne, I'm going to let you decide for me. I want something really womanly, really sexy that will make all the guys not only look twice, but three or four times." "Whoo! Look out guys, here comes Fran!" We laughed together as the scissors started their snip, snip snipping and I watched my sleek black tresses coaxed into a new style. Meanwhile Monica was working on my nails and hands. As she touched me I could imagine a man holding my hand in his and saying: 'come on Fran, let's have fun together.' It was the weekend, I was off duty, and I was determined to have fun with what was left of tonight and tomorrow. To have that whispery feel of the stimulating pads massaging my facial muscles was another delight. There were tiny crows feet starting around my eyes, the tension and heavy mental demands of dealing with critical patients had taken their toll even on this part of me. A man, to have a man covering me with his kisses, my forehead, my eyelids, cheeks lips . . . how it would wash away all the cares of a heavy day. "Hey, Fran! You must be the very best dreamer we've had here for a while!" "Oh Monica, you don't know how pleasant all this is after a tense busy day on the wards. Yes, I was dreaming," I chuckled, "dreaming of going home to a man, me at forty five! Do you think there's hope for me yet?" "Mmm, well some men, and some good men, prefer the experienced and steady hens, rather than flighty unpredictable little chickens. I'm very sure, Fran Goodall, that there's one out there for you." I felt the tiny stimulation pads being peeled off my face, a cleansing cream applied then fragrant powder dusted over it. "Lippy," Lee-Anne commanded and I pursed my lips so that she could apply it. "Now look at yourself," Monica whispered in my ear, "the new Doctor Goodall, go get 'em Fran!" I was astounded. The face that looked at me in the mirror was nothing like I remembered. The hair style said 'I'm free, come on guys, what are you going to do about it'. "Monica, all of you, thank you so much . . . b-but what about the waxing?" "You were dreaming away, far off in never land. I hope you don't mind, but we lasered and waxed your little pussy, it just seemed the thing to do for the new 'you'." "Don't mind! I've dreamed of doing that for ages. They say a bare mons really turns a guy on." "Right Fran," hop out of that chair, into the change room with you. I followed her still tottering about a bit. "All that relaxation, you're falling apart, aren't you?" "Yes, and silly me, my car's at home." "No problem. Now, off with the shift, that's yours, a souvenir of your visit. Stick your own underwear in your bag, there's complimentary gear on the shelf there," Monica looked estimatingly at my firm 34C breasts then with a wicked smile handed me two very low cut bra's. "Are you game?" "I think they should call this design 'Niagara Falls'," I chuckled then my hand went down to where the gusset of the pants should have been but it met only bare flesh. "Monica! These briefs are positively wicked, they're so spidery they're almost not there, and a split crotch! I won't even need to say 'come on guys get me'." "The new you, Goodall is All Good. I hope they can turn on your good oil Fran," she snickered. "Take two sets, won't you." "Talking of my 'good oil', do you have a pad or two? I'm starting to get wet, it's all your wicked talk Monica, turning me on like this!" "Here, I guess you'll need a support belt for it as well, seeing that there's no 'support' in the knickers. Fix yourself up then I'll see you in the lounge for a minute or two." I was almost dripping. I'd have to get home quickly and do something about this. "Decision time Fran, what's your colour?" "Turquoise or peacock blue. Why?" Monica moved to a wall-high cupboard. She had to take a pair of steps to reach the very top shelf. "Ah, good, there's just two left." I opened up one of the lovely soft calf leather satchels she gave me. "Now what, Monica," I said in mock surprise "is a forty five year old doctor supposed to do with this?" "Have fun, lots of it. Our Executive Fun Pack. Condoms, edible knickers, tit clips. 'Doctor electro' should be familiar with tingles, treat your pussy to a teasing time." "Oh Monica, Monica," I moaned, "I've must get home and quickly. Talk about 'Goodall's good oil'. Can you organise a taxi for me please, hurry." "Better than that," I followed her through the building to the back parking area and a snazzy red Porsche, "hop in, this is my little toy, but it's a bit small for 'making out' in. Now guide me to where you live." * * * * Malcolm's rest and relaxation Malcolm's Story One hell of a day . . . the heart replacement had taken the most of it, standing on my feet for the better part, watching the monitors every minute, watching the patient for minuscule changes that would need sudden intervention to keep life going. And this patient, a young woman of twenty five, who should have been at the prime of life was getting a new life . . . I'd watched the blood ooze, then flow as the scalpel opened the first incision between those beautiful young breasts, saw the buzzing saw split her sternum, then the retractors spreading her rib cage open wide . . . what a mess for a young body like that. How would her man, any man, react to seeing it, seeing that long, long scar when she eventually healed? Then there had been the emergency. Another woman, only forty five, her body flaccid, wax coloured, the paramedics working the CPR until we could attach the cardio-reverter and shock her heart back into life. Another three hours, standing while our cardiac team cleared a major blockage in one of the tiny heart vessels. Those women, did they have men. What kind of a life did their men have with them? The young one, untouched by life's ravages, the older her lungs and heart poisoned by the scourge of smoking * * * * My mind turned to what kind of a life Malcolm Kingsbury had. Janine had left me years back, soon after I started my registrarship, she couldn't wait for the good times, for the 'big time' to arrive. I hoped she was happy now driving her Mercedes convertible, her poodles sitting beside her. Was she happy preening herself at 'sugar daddy's' business gatherings and gadding about on his yacht?. A few women had come my way, but I knew very few would be able to stand the pace and demands of my chosen profession, save one, Fran Goodall. A veritable power ball of a woman, small, tough and, unfortunately, so they said, only liked women and the attentions of women. On the one occasion I'd suggested we get together you'd have thought I'd asked her to strip so I could rape her in the hospital corridor! So I sat, sipping an ice cold Coke and nibbling on the crisps. I wasn't on call but when the phone rang I was so tired I just reached for it and asked, "what's happened now, who needs me where, and when?" "Malcolm," was that voice purring? "Malcolm, its me Fran. I'm here, at home, I need you and NOW!" "WHAAT!" I dropped the bottle of Coke and watched it spill over the carpet. "Did you say Fran, Fan Goodall?" "Fran Goodall and I need you NOW Malcolm, come quickly as you can. PLEASE!" I dropped the phone and raced through the house, picking up my bag of emergency gear on the way. As I gunned the Jaguar well past the speed limit I hoped that a 'blue light escort' didn't stop me on the way. Whatever my personal hopes for Fran Goodall, she was a valued member of our cardiac team . . . the front door of her town house was wide open, lights on everywhere. I heard "I'm up here, close and lock the door please." That sounded funny, to bother about that in an emergency? But I took the stairs two at a time to the landing, the heavy bag in my hand. "In here Malcolm." I reached the bedroom door and stood there as if turned to stone. She was lying spread eagled on the bed in a 'come and get me pose' . . . "What the devil are you . . ." "Playing at? I thought as two bright consenting adults we might be able to work out some nice ideas for playing," she gestured at the emergency kit in my hand, "you won't need that Malcolm, but have one of these." She handed me a bright yellow ribbed condom. "I hope," I panted, as I shucked off my trousers, "you won't," my shirt and vest followed, "regret this in the," she jumped off the bed "future." She all but ripped my boxers off me. "Do you want me to 'French' you, or will you put it on yourself?" I just looked at her, then down at her hands as she squirted lube into the tip of the condom. She rolled it slowly over my rapidly hardening member, then pulled me onto the bed and over her, spreading her thighs. I noticed that she'd had her thatch shaved or lasered. Her pink pussy lips were cherry red with arousal, her clit standing hard, peeping well out from under the hood. "Inside Malcolm, fill me please . . . no, I don't need any lubricant, I'm so wet and waiting for you already." What the devil has happened to this lovely woman, to turn her on like this and give her the hots for me? I didn't care. It was playtime, rest and relaxation time for Malcolm Kingsbury. Whether she hated me in the morning or not . . . I didn't agree with abusing women or their wonderful equipment . . . but I was going to root and ream Fran Goodall's little love channel until one of us couldn't take any more. "Tell me," I panted, as I felt myself getting close, "how you like it Fran..." "Hot and hard and deep. Nibble my nips as I come Malcolm . . . you feel so good inside me. Is it good for you?" "Heaven can't be like this. The angels have harps, but you have a music box and I like the tune its playing on my trombone." "Oh Malcolm, you crazy man, you wonderful lover!" Lover? Had I suddenly become her lover? Whoo hoo! "Fran, put my brake on for a while," I slid out of her and her hand reached me enfolding my slickness and found the pressure spot. "I want to make you cry out with wanting you sexy wench," then I saw the case. "Malcolm, do you know how to use this?" she handed me the little unit with its two leads and sticky pads, "down between my pussy lips, just either side of my clitty." "Oh ho. Tickles and tingles eh, you little hussy." I placed the pads, giving her precious nub a tweak then slowly advanced the controls. "Shall I set your love box jumping?" She bit her lip and closed her eyes as I turned up the intensity, switching to 'pulse'. "Like that?" "Oh, oh, Malcolm, like that and more. D-do you know where my G-spot is?" "My dear, dear lady, we both did anatomy. Of course, anaesthetist that I am, I'm more familiar with the other end of the female body but I'll be very pleased to renew acquaintance with your other end!" She chuckled. "Use the big one Malcolm, no, not the one with the clit tickler. Turn it up full speed." "You'd best hold on to those bed posts my dear, I may be out of practice, but I have it on good authority that I am a superb 'G-spotter'." "Ohhh Malcolm, yes, like that, more please!" "You're holding on? When this orgasm hits you it will be a 'six-G', it will lift you off the bed." I'd seen the flutters starting, spreading across the planes of her tight abdomen and felt her vaginal muscles clenching round my intrusions as I twirled the vibrator around her channel. He knuckles were white as she gripped the round corner posts of the bed then she bucked and jumped. "Ohhhhhhhhh Nnnnooo, no more, please Malcolm, I can't s-stand it, it's just too, too," she sighed and flopped back, "too wonderful, you s-super G-spotter you!" "Whew, when you come lady, you really come. Do you want a rest, or shall I send you screaming bananas?" "Turn off the tingler please and just hold me Malcolm while I come down." I slipped the vibrator out of her channel, removed the pads and lay resting on one elbow, my gaze moving from the neat hair-do, down past her shiny mons and her trim thighs. "You look different Fran. What have you done to yourself?" "Mmm. I feel VERY different, especially after what you've just done to me." she looked into my eyes, "you're a wonderful man Malcolm. I never had the courage to discover how wonderful." I rested a hand on her mons, caressing it then spreading her lips to stroke her clit. "I didn't think you liked this kind of thing Fran." "Forty five years . . . and I've been missing out on so much. The new me? I had the most wonderful evening, well, from five o'clock really. Body toning with EMS, full body massage, a shampoo, cut and set, waxing manicure, facial, but I suppose you're not really interested in that girls stuff, are you?" "Well, if that's what it took to get me here tonight I am very interested Fran Goodall. I guess you had a real splurge with your hard earned cash?" "It was a splurge, but a lot of it was complimentary. You should see the sexy wicked underwear they gave me, maybe a joy for you later." "Fran, lets not fool ourselves here. What do you want from me? Is this a mad fling? Do you only want a one night stand? You'd better not be teasing!" "I can't bring the years back Malcolm, just as you can't bring Janine back." She pushed me flat and got to her hands and knees, looking down at me. "Malcolm I want you tonight, in the morning, and for as long as you want to stay with me." "You mean?" "Lodger, lover, partner, husband . . . if you want, I'll marry you, and not only for proprieties sake, for all that a proper marriage means . . . and I'll never leave you Malcolm." She pressed her length against me. We were body to body, chest, abdomen, thighs and I felt myself hardening again. The condom had slid off somewhere during our antics and my knob was pressing itself between her lips. "Would you like to ride me to a finish, my finish?" I asked. Raising herself onto her knees she straddled me. "I've never done this before. It will be like 'going solo' for a first flight. Mmm Malcolm that feels so good inside me." "Fran! You need a condom, I know you're forty five but I could easily get you pregnant!" "To hell with condoms! I want to feel you, not rubber. Mmm, he or she'd be fifteen by the time I'm sixty. No matter, one day I'd be able to tell someone, someone who has grown inside me what love really is." Sensuality Ch. 05 "How are you doing Fran?" "About c-cloud seven, t-two more to go, think we can come together?" "Ugh," I groaned, "I'm just about there, can I do anything for you?" "Suck my nipples and finger that little button down there for me, then there'll be shooting stars, up, up, and away into the wild blue yonder." She started moaning and I felt her insides clenching, massaging my hot rod then I came, pumping into her right up to her cervix. She screamed out her climax and collapsed quivering on me, her wonderful breasts squashed hard against my chest. Lifting my hands I cupped them. "Fran, you send me ballistic. To feel you climaxing and pump into you." "Oh, Malcolm, Malcolm, that was... I donlt have words to describe it. You're so good with me. Never go away, please." "Well Fran," I said slowly, "maybe we could get a little gold chain forged for us both." "How do you mean?" She frowned down at me. "Have you seen the jewellery that's advertised for our kinky youth, the clit stud, penis stud?" She giggled like a schoolgirl. "Y-you m-mean chain our precious bits together? Oh you crazy man!" "Thank you for allowing me to be crazy with you," I sighed, "now what? Surely you don't want more already Fran, I've had a hell of a day!" She rolled off me and snuggled close to my side. "No, I don't want more, not at present anyway. I want you to hold me close and you can tell me about your day." I told her about the twenty five year old, the girl that had at last got a new heart, and she wept. "Oh I'm so glad Malcolm. You know she has a man waiting for her out there. I've seen them, he's so close and supportive." "I wondered about that, how would a man feel seeing his woman scarred for life like that . . . then we had the other one, about your age, heavy smoker, binge drinker. Had to do a couple of stents, touch and go. I hope it's a wake-up call for her." "You know Malcolm, we're fortunate. I don't mean comfortably set up in good jobs. We're fortunate that we didn't get too deeply into that stuff. I know we played around at parties and such during our student days, but we took notice of the signs, signs like you and me are now putting in front of folk." "Enough shop little one, so you want me to stay the night?" "Mmm please. Then you can give me a very special wake up call, and I'd like you to stay tomorrow too. Tell you what. Let's have a sexy shower together and then sleep. I've never slept with a man before. It will be a new experience for me." I didn't know what had got into this little bundle of tricks. In the past she'd brushed off any attempts by me to even accompany her to medical events, and the very idea of dating, well! There'd been so many appellations by my colleagues: 'man hater', 'lesbo' and 'stuck up bitch'. It seemed at last she'd discovered what women and men should be together, what her body was for. In the shower she soaped and teased me until at last, with her legs scissored round my middle, I filled her again, pounding her lovely butt against the tiled wall as she moaned her need, then crushing her trembling body to me as we both climaxed. * * * * I had a ward round to do on the Sunday morning, so leaving her sleeping, sprawled naked on the bed, I quickly wrote a note and propped it on the bedside table "I'll be back, keep that pussy hot for me!" Then, picking up her house key from the rack on the wall I let myself out and drove to the hospital. My pager buzzed just as I started up the front steps. "Kingsbury?" "Malcolm, don't you EVER, EVER leave me again without saying goodbye! I was so looking forward to a morning kiss, and maybe a little more . . ." "Sweetie, I know you need me, and I want you, but there are two ladies I have to see, they've just had a new lease of life, and that's our job, o.k.?" I heard her chuckle. "Its alright darling, I was just funning, it was lovely going to sleep with a man last night, but it would have been sooo nice to actually wake up with a man beside me this morning. Say 'hi' to our young lady and tell her I'll be in to see her Monday." * * * * The work hadn't taken very long, all systems were 'go' with our two critical patients. My houseman seemed amazed at the energy I had. "Doctor Kingsbury, you've sure bounced back since yesterday... a good night?" "Mmm a good night, and a good morning. Give me a call if anything changes, won't you." I said no more to him. Word would soon be out that the two senior hospital 'singles' were past the dating stage and on the way to the altar. I stopped by the supermarket, into the fruit and milk sections, something for her fun too I told myself, then quickly through the checkout and to my second home. As I opened her front door I called up the stairs "Is my pussy awake?" "Mm," she murmured, loud enough to hear, "she's ready to start purring." "And does my pussy like cream," I said, from her kitchen as I opened the cutlery drawer, "lovely thick cream." "She'll lap up your cream any day." I slipped the tub of cream, the strawberries and bottle of chocolate topping into a shopping bag along with the two dessert spoons then climbed the stairs. She was leaning back, hands behind her head, her lovely breasts up-tilted by the position and her legs were wide apart waiting for me. "Close your eyes kitten, this is something I've dreamed of doing with my woman." I scooped out a large dollop of cream and spread it from her mound down to her vestibule then took three large luscious strawberries and placed them along her cleft. "Oh, that's cold Malcolm, what is it, can I look?" "No, eyes still closed kitten," I moved the dressing table mirrors so she had a full view of her exposure. "O.k., open your eyes, watch me enjoy breakfast." "Oh Malcolm, you mad, mad man. It feels so terribly wanton and decadent . . . and it makes me feel as sexy as hell just looking at what you're doing!" "It's your turn later, you can have a lollipop, as long as you don't bite. And I brought along some chocolate topping for it." Later it was she who commanded "Now close your eyes." I heard a rustle of fabric and snap of elastic, the rough feeling of cotton around my mouth then I felt the thick sticky chocolate syrup drip onto the head of my penis. "O.k. you can open them now. I'm open for you. This is breakfast for two!" My eyes swivelled to the mirrors, she was straddling me, dressed in spidery seductive black underwear, her marvellous boobies spilling over the cups of the low cut bra, and right in front of my eyes was her naked pussy edged by the slit in the crotch less briefs. * * * * To be continued . . . Sensuality Ch. 06 --------------------------- We are fast coming to the conclusion of "Sensuality" - my first story submitted to Literotica (one final episode to come!) I hope I have retained your interest and that you continue reading. Thank you for your votes so far, but reader's comments will be helpful as to how this story has been received by you -- what you liked or disliked. In this episode the 'Three Broads' - Jane a dentist, Fran who is a cardiac physician, and Mary a gynaecologist team up with Monica, head girl at the UniSexSensuality salon, to turn the tables on Simon Hetherington. --------------------------- The 'Three Broads' mount the operation Mary's Story It was some words of Monica's that had suggested the idea to me. When Jane left UniSexSensuality after her visit, she'd been asked by Monica if she had any funds to invest. We were all always on the lookout for a return which would add to our retirement nest-egg, so I decided it needed some serious consideration. After a discrete meeting with Monica - and at her behest - my two companions and I gathered for a morning coffee at Madison's. "Now look you two, we've nearly always done things together, same stockbroker, same land agent, same tax accountant." "Same salon too," Fran joked. "So Mary, what are you suggesting should be the same now?" Fran asked, "with our newly discovered appetites, should we have an orgy together with one and the same stud?" "Fran!" She and Jane had often in the past been a ladies 'twosome', but a 'foursome' included me? "No way!" "Let her go on Fran. You won't get me into that now either. I don't need a stud, Jeremy is giving me very good service nowadays." "Listen please, both of you." I continued. "What I'm suggesting is that we start a limited company together with a few employee shareholders. It will be a gilt-edged investment and we'll be preventing the incipient lay off of some very fine young people." "And what," Jane looked at me quizzically, "is this gilt-edged company that's looking for our money, and what goods or services will they offer?" I looked at Monica and nodded "UniSexSensuality Limited," Monica replied, "it would be offering everything you three ladies thought you were getting, without the little 'extras' you didn't know you got in the process." "WHAT are you saying?" Fran exploded. "Please tell me EXACTLY what is behind that remark, what 'EXTRAS' Monica!" Jane said frostily. It seemed that I needed to hold the floor as referee and peacemaker. "Cool it, you two please. Monica is in a very difficult situation here. We could nail her to the wall, and a few others along with her if we wanted to, but they are pawns in a very big game, and the big game hunter is Simon Hetherington" "Simon! The bastard!" Jane exclaimed, "wait till I get my hands on him." "You'll be way behind me," Fran countered, "I owe him a few big ones." I waited patiently until all the name-calling had died down. "Now, let me tell you a little story. I had a fantastic time that Wednesday afternoon at UniSexSensuality. It was so relaxing and releasing, and it opened me up to new ideas in more ways than one," I giggled, "but later that evening, when I arrived home . . ." "Don't tell me. You had to frig yourself silly?" Fran interjected. "And I suppose that Fun Pack got a serious work out?" Jane grinned. "You're both right in a way. I had great fun, the most wonderfully arousing fun I have experienced for years. And I desperately wanted a man." They both nodded. "You two as well? That figures," I said smiling reminiscently. "Up to now, I've never been a 'gusher', I'd read about female ejaculation, but never experienced it. That night, I squirted, wow and how! The bed linen was soaking wet. I knew that Sally would be up soon to share the events of her day with me so I went to change it . . ." "Get on with it Mary, please. I'm getting wetter by the minute." Jane commented. "And I'm getting aroused, terribly aroused." Fran said. "Arousal. That's just it, both of you, the three of us in fact, after we had visited 'that place' neither of us could help ourselves could we?" "Well, no Mary, but I thought it was just the whole sensual experience, that pampering, the new look and all that. What about you Fran, what do you think?" "Much the same idea -- I'd really had 'the works' you know. I was still tingling from that full body massage, the most invigorating one I've ever had." I had taken the portion of capsule back from Harold; only a minuscule amount had been required to verify the chemical constituents. I held up the specimen tube in my hand so that everyone could see it. "Evidence." I said softly. "Evidence of what, that your juices have turned blue green?" Jane chortled. "Oh, come on Mary, you're not so frustrated that you're stuffing other things up your vag now are you?" "No. THIS is the evidence that we three had something stuffed up our love tunnels at that place. We were penetrated - or entered if you like - WITHOUT OUR EVER KNOWING IT." Fran and Jane sat as if turned to stone for a moment, then leaped to their feet and stood over Monica. "You horrible little bitch!" "Hey, sit down you two! If you shoot the messenger we'll never get the one who sent the message." "Simon!" they echoed. "Monica, the floor is yours, it was your idea, so tell them." "Yes Monica, do that." Jane asked quietly, "Is this the investment opportunity you mentioned to me when I visited, where I could lay some of my spare cash?" Monica nodded. Monica's Story "First, ladies, I hope that we can be friends after this. If we can't," she shrugged, "then go for it, you can nail me to the wall." She looked around at the three of us. "Tell me, did you enjoy your time with those fun packs, and afterwards? What has the whole experience done for you . . . Jane?" "Oh boy, I was absolutely hyper that night. I hate to think what would have happened if some young bod had knocked on my door. In the end I got together with Jeremy, our long-time stockbroker. He broke me in well and truly, I won't need to find another rider for the rest of my life." "You Mary?" "the next day I met up again with Harold, he's the one who analysed the capsule. We'd been friends for years, way back. I was ready to be married to him before Des raped me and got me pregnant. The next weekend we had a really hot night of loving, and he's given me this." She flashed her diamond and ruby ring at us. "Wowee!" we chorused. "And what about you, Fran?" "Whew, what a night! I called up my anaesthetist colleague. Until then I'd given him the deep freeze treatment. For five hours he showed me how a man can love a woman every which way. The next morning we shared a scrummy breakfast together: Strawberries and cream la Mons de Venus, after that a chocolate lollipop for me while he enjoyed a Crème de la femme liquer!" There was puzzled silence at this last then as the full implications of Fran's de jeuner a deux sunk in on us we just couldn't stop laughing. It was some time I was able to get another word in. "So, are you all happy with the new 'you'?" "You bet Monica, yes, and how!" "I wonder how much I should tell you. I'm ashamed of my part in all this..." I pondered. These were three powerful professional women and I'd put myself at their mercy. "I'd best get it out and over with." Mary put her hand on my arm. "You don't have to you know." "Mary, if I'm going to take that job and work with you in your practice, I must tell them!" "Alright, now you two, now be gentle with her, please." I looked down at the table, I couldn't look either of them in the eye. "When you visited UniSexSensuality you were sexually penetrated, examined and played with without your knowing it." "How Monica," Mary asked quietly. "It was the coffee. Yes, it's a 'speciality of the house', but it contains a drug called 'Sensualize', the effect is to lowers your defences and make you extremely suggestible. You allowed someone total intimate access to your body, and if I may say so, each of you appeared to enjoy it." There was utter silence around the table. "No, it wasn't Simon," I said quickly, "it was someone who was being used by Simon as a pawn in his little game. I hope you can find it in your hearts to forgive that person some day." "Look," Fran said, looking round our group. "I'm really cheesed off that a thing like this could have happened, but what are we going to do about it?" "Simon's the one we need to get" Jane remarked. "The people he put up to this scheme were just used, working under him, they had no choice." "Mary, what do you think?" I asked. "I think we need to broaden our take on this Monica. What do you think Simon's objective is? If you know, please tell us." "To quote Simon, 'I want you to work on those three stuck up broads', and when we'd worked on you to his satisfaction he was going to 'get into your pants'," They were shaking their heads in amazement now. I looked at each of them in turn. "He knows you are interested in his stuff, and he wants you to buy it. He has plans to give each of you a fat discount, but you would each have to receive a large investment." "You mean?" "Bending over the managing director's desk, with his massive prong directed up your backsides!" There was silence for a minute or two. They were seething with anger and I could almost feel the heat of it. Fran spoke first. "Hey Monica, this is all very good, but how are we going to hurt Simon, apart from his prong," we laughed, "he's very big in other ways." she shook her head, "I can't see how. He might want me over his desk, but how can I get him 'over a barrel' and enjoy my revenge?" "Wait and see. What about you Mary." I urged. I knew that Mary had done quite a bit of homework on this with her newly found old friend. "Administering a dangerous drug without consent, first the coffee, and 'Arousal' that particular chemical item has not been approved by FDA yet. Operating an unlicensed brothel. Some of those 'extras services' Monica has been telling me about would curl the spines on a porcupine. Then aiding and abetting persons to unknowingly commit an offence. That's just the tip of the legal iceberg. Harold was very helpful." "Come on Jane," Fran urged, "that was good, but yours I hope will be better. It's no investment for us and we won't see any gingerbread if we simply close down Simon and UniSexSensuality!" "Jeremy has been digging into the share structure and finances of the salon and the Hetherington firm. There have been some dodgy transactions where Simon, or Hetherington finance personnel at his direction, siphoned money from designated accounts into UniSexSensuality to support Simon's 'extra' services. All this is against company law. "Ahmm." Fran murmured. "I also know, from Monica, that some very influential citizens with peculiar sexual proclivities frequent the place. They would not like their cover being blown; likewise many Hetherington shareholders would be incensed to discover that company profits were being diverted to finance a sleazy operation for Simon's personal enjoyment." "But Monica, what's the point of us all investing our money in what appears to be a high class brothel, where would be the return for us?" "Fran, investing in a high class brothel, as it operates now, would bring no benefit for you. But the legitimate services, such as you three received free from your 'Valued Customer' cards, could have netted us over fifteen hundred dollars." "We got fifteen hundred dollars worth of pampering!" Jane breathed in surprise. "Now, the space that is presently being utilised for Simon's 'extra' operations I'd would value at something like three or four thousand dollars a day when put more appropriate uses. You know the quality of the facilities behind that 'VC' door . . . Many of the public would pay good prices to have memberships to the spa, massage, body toning and such services. High class gym and weight loss equipment could be installed in other areas." "It sounds too good to be true," Mary said, "but what about staff?" "The staff are already competent in their proper professional roles. I've spoken quietly to them. They all like the money those extras brought in, but most would prefer clean employment. We might lose one or two of them but I'm sure the best ones would stay." "Well Monica," Fran looked fairly convinced, "how do we go about this now?" "You tell them Jane. I know that Jeremy's been working had for us on this." "Yes. We go about it very carefully. Simon is between a rock and some harder places. Jeremy is going to canvas major shareholders of Hetherington's, they have enough clout to push a motion through. It will be that if Simon wants to remain managing director he must divest himself of UniSexSensuality. You've something to add to that I think Mary?" "Yes. Harold has been worried about the place for a while. He knew something sinister was going on there but with the powerful people who were using the extras his hands were tied. Monica has enough evidence to nail Simon herself, but she would lose public character in the process." "So what does Harold suggest Mary?" Fran looked interested at this. "What Harold plans to do is visit Simon and confront him, this will be after we've put the rest of the operation in place." Fran chucked. "O.k. let's put in our orders for all the quality equipment we want from Hetherington's. We'll demand those special discounts from Simon. He's sure to baulk at it and will probably invite us to bend over his desk, but with an Arousal capsule in each hand . . . I think we can send him ballistic." "But who owns the shares in UniSexSensuality? If we're going to invest, don't we need to own it or have control?" I asked. "That's another dodgy piece of work." Jane said. "They're all owned by a paper company under Simon's aegis, unbeknownst to the shareholders. Jeremy says that the fact he is illegally subsidising operations we will get them for a song." They all looked at me. "It's decision time Monica," Jane smiled encouragingly. The hostility had gone. It seemed they were going to team together and I was invited on board. I was thankful that their combined efforts would be directed at Mr. Simon Hetherington and not at Ms. Monica Smith. "Yes," Fran nodded, "where do you stand in all this? You could be out of a job? But if it comes off we'd need a receptionist or some kind of floor manager like you who knows how these things work." "Mary has offered to take me out of that hell, but the salon will be a heaven now for whoever steps into my shoes. I'm taking up Mary's offer to step into Elizabeth's place when she retires. A new receptionist manager? It will be the unkindest cut of all if you rescue young Helene Marsden from Simon's clutches. She has an MBA and her looks and deportment could only add to the place." * * * Jane's Story There were six of us, sharing an ordinary coffee: us three no-longer 'stuck up broads' and Monica, together with Harold and Malcolm who had joined us. We were eagerly waiting for Jeremy's call from the shareholders meeting, My mobile buzzed. "Jeremy? It went through! And they voted to divest themselves of UniSexSensuality as well! Hooray!" I turned to my companions. "Jeremy is going to make an offer for those shares on our behalf. It will be a substantial amount but..." "Jane," Mary reminded me, "don't forget we'll be dividing it up by eight or nine, and there'll be a number of staff share purchases a well," I looked around the table at all those present and they nodded." "Mary, I can count seven here with our partners and Monica, who are the others?" "Yes there's us, but also there's young Helene Marsden and another person I won't tell you about, not just yet. He needs to redeem himself." Monica smiled at us 'three broads' "Girls I think you 'know him' in a, hmm. well, a intimately physical kind of way." We just looked at each other. "Punishment," Mary remarked, "it's such a pity that I'm a gynaecologist. Guys don't need my services, and what could I do to him anayway? Now, if I was only working in the reproductive engineering field!" Jane nodded assent, her face a picture of sadistic glee. "That man had better not come near me for any dental extractions in the near future. I'd Novocaine his prick so badly he wouldn't be able to use it for a month." The men burst into laughter. "And what," Malcolm asked moving closer to Fran, "would you do to him kitten?" "Hmm. I suppose you've all seen some of those medical soapies where they shock the patient's heart back into life . . . I'm just wondering," she mused, "what would a 20 joule charge from a cardio-defibrillator feel like when its applied across your balls?" "Whew," Harold breathed, "you'd better keep her happy Malcolm. With wicked ideas like that in her little head!" We were about to split up but both Harold and Jeremy restrained us. "No, wait a moment. Monica, you're almost a king-pin, or should it be queen-bee, in Simon's little operation and he's not going to like it." Jeremy nodded. "Yes, ladies, there is much more behind this than you realise. It's not only the salon and Simon's fiddles. I think you'd best make it clear Harold." Monica shuddered. "You mean that man might to come after me?" Harold put a hand on her arm. "You could be in real danger Monica. I won't say from whom or where, but we already have people watching out for you, right now. Don't go anywhere isolated or alone. Please keep to public places and you'll make our job easier." We four women just look at him. "And who is the 'our'?" Jane asked softly. Harold said quietly "The goodies." * * * * Fran's Story Simon hasn't any The three of us, with plenty of assistance from our mates and Monica planned this last offensive like a military operation. Mary invited Helene round to a coffee and cake meeting at Madison's and she gladly accepted our offer of new position of Manager and Receptionist at our soon to be acquired investment. She also volunteered the information that Simon had approved the sale of new equipment for our practice offices, not to mention some additional items we'd ordered for Malcolm's and Harold's consulting rooms, these awaited his decision on discounts to be offered. "Helene, how does Simon deal with the final documentation, any special discounts and the like?" "Normally I would just present sales orders and discounts to him for approval, but for you three he said: 'hold them until those three broads come in, I want to deal with them in person'... what do you think I should do Fran?" "Helene, does he always check through them, or only scribble his signature if you give him a whole sheaf of them?" "If he's fairly busy he'll give me his signature stamp to use." "Well tomorrow make duplicates of our three orders, keep a set for when we come in to see him, but mix up the others with the biggest pile of routine stuff you can find. Wait for a moment when he's busy... would it work do you think?" "Oh you three are wicked!" "Helene, how is Jared?" "Oh he's not very busy these days. He's really nice you know." "Helene, Jared has actually been rather naughty. Please tell him that, and tell him that the 'three broads' want to see him. We'll meet him here tomorrow at ten. Tell him if he comes he'll get a present, if he doesn't he'll be in real big trouble. She looked surprised. "Why, whatever has he done?" The three of us put our fingers to our lips. "Ladies secrets." We were waiting for Jared next morning at nine thirty. A few moments after we sat down my mobile rang. "Doctor Goodall speaking, can I help you? Oh, it's you Simon, did you get back from the conference all right? Good, those new cardio monitors for our ICU... what did you say! Another ten percent off. Oh Simon, thank you. Yes, well, I do have a full schedule, but maybe, umm, say two thirty on Friday, alright." I pressed the End Call button and two minutes later Jane's phone went. Sensuality Ch. 06 "Jane here, who is it?" "Simon Hetherington, good to talk to you Jane." "Oh Simon I'm so glad we were able to find funds for that new patient console it will be a real asset to our rooms... what's that you say? You can give me a bigger discount? We-ell, maybe I could make it on Friday afternoon, say two o'clock," I winked at the other two, "alright, two it is." We looked at each other. "It'll be you next Mary, I bet," I, but it was Jane again. "Who? Oh, Helene, what did you say?" I stood up and danced around with the phone to my ear, "he's signed them, they've gone down to despatch already! Whoo hoo, thank you Helene." When at last Mary's phone rang she had to work hard to keep her face straight. "Simon, we-ell I guess I could see you at three o'clock on Friday but it will be a squeeze. What did you say? You want to squeeze something? Simon you naughty, naughty man!" When she ended the call Mary seemed lost in thought for a while. "Jane, I'm trying desperately to remember something that you said, but it won't come. It was about what you got up to when you returned from UniSexSensuality, now what was it?" "I phoned Jeremy, was that it?" "No, when we were all talking to Monica, telling her about the fantastic time we'd had with our guys. What did you say?" "Ah, I know. Jeremy 'broke me in well and truly'." "That's it! The ideal present for Simon, horses made me think of it." "What?" "Have you two ever heard of an 'equine ejaculator'?" I looked at Mary. "Whatever it is, it sounds rather threatening, what do you think, have you any ideas Jane?" "Well, I guess it's some sort of stimulator they use on to stallions to make them 'come' for semen collection, then they don't have to put the horse to the mare. Is that right Mary?" "Yes, you've guessed, but it would be just like the idea of applying the cardio-reverter paddles to Jared's balls. Mary, I do hope that you aren't serious about that, he's not a bad guy really." "Joking, well, maybe with a little encouragement I just might," she chuckled. "Let me explain further. An equine ejaculator gives a charge up the animal's backside, and a horse's backside is pretty big. I might add that because of the strength of the charge they often use the device for extreme BDSM." "Oh-Ooer, poor Simon," Jane murmured, wiggling her butt. "Is that all Mary?" I asked. "No we'll give him one of those massive semen collection sleeves they use on horse's donks to catch the cum, I guess it will just about fit him!" "Hey," Jane whispered, "here comes Jared. It's your floor Fran." We'd seated ourselves in a semicircle with a fourth empty chair opposite us. He approached rather hesitantly, glancing around, probably to see if we'd brought any 'heavies' along with us to pound him into a pulp. "Sit down Doctor Martin, it's so nice to see you again... now please say 'hello' Jared, we don't want to be impolite to our patients, do we?" "P-patients . . . h-hello Mary, err, Fran and um Jane." "We're all doctors together, aren't we Jared?" "Umm. I suppose so. Although Jane . . ." "Yes Jane is a doctor too, though people don't often think of dentists as such." He waited, and as planned we drew out the agony, each looking at him as he appeared to shrink lower and lower in his chair. "Wh-what do you want to see me about, please." "We wanted to see you about YOUR seeing US Jared." Mary took out the specimen tube holding the piece of Arousal, "about this little present you gave me and my friends here. I didn't bring a sample of your lovely coffee with me, but we do have some in a safe place." "Administering a drug and penetrating patient without her consent Jared." Jane parotted. I followed. "Administering a non-scheduled drug, dealing in hallucinogenic or mind altering drugs Jared." "Here Jared, there's some light reading for you," Harold had given Mary a copy of the drug laws and penalties, "there's not much you can do in a cell Jared, is there?" "What are you going to do... what do you want me to do?" he shivered. "Two things Jared. Number one: you're going to sit down tonight and write down exactly and in complete detail how Simon has mounted this operation, where he gets his supplies from and how pressured you into doing this, everything single thing you know. Number two: tomorrow you're going to write your resignation from Simon Hetherington's employment to take immediate effect, and you're going to meet us here again at four in the afternoon." "But what can I do? I've nothing, absolutely nothing . . . I'm dependent on Gertrude and Simon. I don't even have a house to live in!" "We'll talk about what you can do tomorrow Jared." Jane said sharply. We watched him walk away, his shoulders slumped. "Poor guy. I really do feel sorry for him you know. All that medical training gone to waste, years down the gurgler. You knew him in your residency days didn't you Mary?" "Yes, he's a good doctor, or was. He had a sharp mind, especially in casualty and the general clinic. Great breadth of knowledge. Hey, let's toss this around: why not a day or evening GP service at the place? And if we're offering exercise its always good to have a cardio-pulmonary assessment before you do that really tough stuff. What do you think?" "I'd check him out first, get him to take a skills and knowledge review and update. If he's been stuck in Hetherington's for any length of time his reading will have gone to pot... surely you don't think Simon would have bought journals for the place do you!" * * * * We gathered at the front of Hetherington's on the Friday at half past one. A quick call to Helene's mobile assured us that Gertrude and Simon were in his office. "And I've got my resignation letter ready for you to give to him," she said. "Oh goody, off we go girls, storming the last redoubt." He obviously wasn't expecting us so early and from the slap, slap sounds coming from behind the door they thought they wouldn't be disturbed. We opened it as quietly as we could. There was Gertrude, bent hard over his desk with her skirts over her shoulders, her size 40 briefs hanging down to her knees, and Simon pumping enthusiastically into her rear. We nodded at Jane... 'you!' She tapped Simon on the shoulder "Excuse me. Could I have a word or two please Mr Hetherington?" He nearly dropped dead with shock. "Y-you, you've invaded our privacy, th-the a-appointment wasn't until two o'clock. HELENE!" he roared, get your sassy little ass in here!" Fran handed him the resignation letter. "I'm sorry Mr. Hetherinton, she asked me to give you this." Poor Gertrude was frantically trying to straighten her dress, her face was scarlet with probably shock rather than embarrassment. "Simon, Mr Hetherington," she blubbered, "I thought you said . . ." "Oh shut up! Let me deal with these broads and then we'll see who is smiling! Bring some chairs in!" "Oh please don't bother Gertrude, we won't be here for very long." "B-but don't you have to discuss the delivery contracts, the discounts he's going to offer you? He told me he was going to give you all a good deal." The poor lady was desperately trying to support her boss. "Oh you don't need to worry about that Gertrude, and we wouldn't want Simon to have to exert himself with three young ladies like us, not after the way he was puffing and blowing while he rode you." Simon by now was not puffing and blowing, his mouth was working like a goldfish dying for more oxygen. "I'll see you three damned before I give you a cent, and don't expect you'll get that equipment, this year or ever!" He reached for the phone, "Get me..." then realised that Helene had gone. "Gertrude! Get your fat ass out of here and phone despatch pronto, not a single thing, paper, packing case, NOTHING is to leave this house!" "Y-yes Simon... r-right away..." "Well what are you all standing there for? There's nothing to discuss here, we're finished, caput, capisco, done!" "WE'RE not Mr Hetherington, but YOU are, done, finished." Gertrude came bustling back and stood there, shivering with fear. "Simon, they say it's all gone, it was all delivered yesterday, the discount was given over your signature . . ." "Helene, that scheming little bitch, I'll . . ." the way his hands were working I thought he could have easily strangled a Sumo wrestler, "wait until I get my hands on her! I'll . . ." "You'll do nothing Simon, nothing. Do you recognise these?" Six hands reached out under his nose, each holding an Arousal capsule and he goggled. "Wh-wh-where did you get those," he gaped at us, and his shoulders slumped "who gave them to y-you?" Mary held up the little specimen tube again, "This little present fell out of my pussy the other Wednesday evening. Now I wonder Simon dear, I wonder how it got in there?" "Y-you can't prove any-anything, you have no evidence . . ." "Simon, it has already been tested by a qualified forensic pathologist, he does work sometimes for the drug squad, checking up on, shall we say, their clients. We have a sample of your special coffee that has been analyzed too, it's such a wonderful speciality, interesting constituents and effects. Why they bother smuggling cocaine from Columbia I don't know." "Wh-what do you want from me?" Fran took over. "It's sad isn't it Simon, so very, very sad not to be wanted?" She shook her head from side to side and wiped away an imaginary tear with a handkerchief. "We don't want anything from you. We've got it all, these 'three stuck up broads' we have lovely partners, lovely loving, some lovely equipment. Of course we do intend to honour your invoices and pay for it." Simon had gone quite white. The prospect of being investigated for illegal use and possession of drugs had shaken him to the core. Then Jane dealt our final knockout blow. "And do you know Simon, we've also got UniSexSensuality.It no longer belongs to you, it belongs to us. How how's that for three stuck up broads?" Mary pushed to the front. "Gertrude my dear, we wouldn't like to leave poor Simon without some solace or comfort. When he gets you too sore he can ride this," she handed Gertrude the huge semen collection pouch. We weren't sure if the poor lady's hands were trembling or that she was quivering with suppressed laughter. "And Gertrude, for when he is having trouble getting it up and can't shoot as he used to, ram this up his backside and give him a charge!" Our performance had a last hurrah. Reaching into our jacket pockets we pulled out the briefs we had worn when we visited UniSexSensuality. Our partners had been difficult to convince, but eventually, reluctantly they agreed use them to dry up one of our nightly oozings . . . "And here Simon," we threw them in his face, "are the pants you never got into!" * * * * Nearly cleaned up Jared and Helene were waiting for us with another young man when we got back to Madison's. Helene stepped forward. "I want to introduce you to my friend", she coloured, "actually he's my fiancé now, Tom Green." Tom held up her hand to show off the engagement ring. "I'm out of a job, like Helene, but we're well out of the place." "Helene," Monica said seriously, "I hope you haven't been spilling our secrets, that could be dangerous for you, and for all of us! Simon is still very powerful you know." "Are you going to tell them Tom, or will you Jared?" Jared lifted his briefcase and flipped it open. "I've taken the hard drives out of Simon's server computer. They have all the details of clients who visited the salon, and with Tom's help we have crashed the operating system." "Also," Tom winked, "we had some other interesting visitors in the last hour. They didn't want to see Simon; they wanted to investigate the basement vault." "But that's a massive time-locked combination door, no-one but Simon can open that!" Monica said in surprise. "Mmm, but the guy who opened it would have to be the best safe-cracker I've ever seen, a real professional." At that moment, as if from nowhere reporters and TV cameras appeared, jostling around our tables. Jane had just begun a conversation with a young reporter but was suddenly prevented from saying more. A strong hand officiously pushed the microphone away and gripped her arm. Quietly and unobtrusively the eight serious looking men had surrounded us six. The tallest flipped open his wallet, exposing the badge inside. "Crime Squad. You're all under arrest. You don't have to say anything . . ." the usual warning. Quickly we were handcuffed and led to three unmarked police wagons drawn up in the side street. "Oh God," Monica cried as she was hustled inside, "now we are really busted!" I looked around me at the people in our van. "Harold, they've picked you up too! But I thought you worked for them?" "Don't worry Mary," he smiled knowingly. "But where are we going Harold . . . I've got a clinic later this afternoon, ten patients will be waiting for me!" The man who had arrested us turned and smiled. "It's all taken care of Doctor Johnson. Your partner is covering for you. We've picked up your daughter Sally too." "But Sally hasn't done anything . . . and don't tell me you picked up our dog as well, that's the outside of enough!" I said angrily. "I haven't introduced myself to you folk, I'm senior detective inspector Fred Green. Harold and I have been working together on this case for a long time. Mary, you and you friends have provided all the missing pieces of the jigsaw puzzle." "So," I had a sudden thought, weren't police supposed to charge you when you were arrested? "Inspector Green. As soon as I can call my lawyer, you will have to release us all. We haven't been charged, or have you got something else up your sleeve?" "What would you like to be charged with Mary? Aiding and abetting the police in their fight against organised crime? Doing the public a service? Maybe I should make it 'guilty of walking around in danger of your lives', how would that do?" "You mean?" "I mean that this is a front, a ploy. The media are helping us, and you. Simon Hetherington may be big, but he's only a little fish as far as this operation is concerned. Having said that Simon will do what his minders tell him to do. You were very brave forcing your way into his office." "Oh Fred, I don't know if you have to be very brave to catch a managing director with his secretary bent over his desk while he tools her backside," I chuckled, "I just wish we'd got photos of that!" "Monica," Fred said quietly, "you and Helene are most at risk. You Monica blew Simon's cover and we know he's gunning for you both." "Yes, I'd got sick of it and wanted out. What have you done? Jared says you've been very busy." "We've cleaned out the vault. Two tons of coffee and a moderate quantity of the drugs you've been using, they're not so important to the case. The big one was twenty kilos of heroin." "Did you say TWENTY KILOS?" "Yes, and by the way, apart from Jared removing the hard drives and screwing up Simon's computers we've taken possession of all the backup tapes and the piles of video cassettes. Monica, you and your girls don't need to worry about public exposure." "But what about the salon and the staff . . . there's stuff there and the girls will be very worried?" "That's taken care of. The place is locked up like Fort Knox. There's a section of the tactical response group present to prevent any funny business. Your girls are having a little holiday in a safe place Monica." "In cells I suppose?" "Oh no. I mean a holiday! The police helicopter has taken them up to the snows, skiing and all that." "Lucky them, and I'm stuck here in a police wagon." Monica said morosely. "Monica, how much do you think that heroin is worth?" "Oh, I don't know, maybe a few thousand." "It has a street value of five million dollars, so you can understand that the minister is quite anxious to spend a few thousand on your safety. We're heading to police headquarters and from there you six will go off to the sun, sand and surf for a week while we clean this thing up. I'm sorry you three lady doctors can't take your partners with you. We need Harold and Jeremy for the case, and I know Malcolm has a long operating list, but they'll be safe I assure you." Well we hadn't planned on this holiday . . . * * * * To be continued... Sensuality Ch. 07 --------------------------- The final episode of "Sensuality" I hope you have enjoyed it and find time to offer your comments -- what you liked or did not like about the story. The 'Three Broads' (Jane a dentist, Fran a cardiac physician, and Mary a gynaecologist) along with Monica and Jared from UniSexSensuality have been taken into police protection after busting Simon's operation. --------------------------- Mary's Story We hadn't planned on this holiday. Sandy, our young golden retriever delighted in romping the wide open spaces of the beach and through the sand hills. Tom and Helene were obviously enjoying a pre-marriage honeymoon and pretty well kept to themselves. We other four ladies sunbathed, swam and chatted. Every day I'd noticed the two smartly dressed beach patrol officers in safari jackets and shorts -- a man and a woman. They seemed to remain in close proximity to our strip of sand and whenever any adults approached they drew closer to us. I was walking over to the ice cream shop on the third day when I discovered the woman was following me. She lingered by the door on the verandah. As I left the shop carrying our ice creams she gave me a long slow wink. Then I noticed the suspicious bulge under her left armpit. "I envy you Doctor Johnson, I don't know what you did to get this treat?" "Here have one, but you'd better use your left hand, and thanks for being here." She chuckled. "It's much better than being in the city mixing with the dregs of society. Is the guy unattached?" "Jared? Yes, and he's probably ripe for picking. Clever GP, he's unemployed at the moment, but he'll be working for us next month. I'll give you some details on the way back." When I got back to the others, ice cream dripping down my fingers, Monica took hers and looked at me. "Been talking to the protection?" "H-how did you know who they were?" "Oh come on Mary, it stands out a mile. They don't watch anyone else but us." "Why didn't you say something Monica?" "I didn't want to worry you and Sally." She pointed to the man. "How old do you reckon he'd be?" "Mmm. Maybe late twenties early thirties, why?" "I wouldn't need any protection if I was alone with him, and I wouldn't be using any either. He gives me the hots just looking at him." I looked from her to the officer and smiled to myself. "Mary Johnson! Now what is behind that look? I'm getting to know you!" "I was just wondering," I frowned, "does Arousal work on the guys too, or can you only use it internally on the ladies?" She pondered that for a moment, then giggled. "We never tried, but it could be an interesting exercise. A billet doux in his back passage, but I'd need to get awfully close to him first." "Tell me Monica, is there very much call for mixed bathing spas in places like the salon?" "Now that IS an idea Mary! But he might shy off, being in the force he might have some knowledge of my little peccadilloes." The odd one out was Sally. I'd tried to placate her by spending one afternoon shopping and looking through bikinis. Barely seventeen now, I could see that she was going to have a figure that guys would die for. Then she found the guy. "Mum, this is Mike. Do you mind if we go for a walk together." I looked at him. Tall, bronzed, the kind of vision teenage girls swoon over. "O.k. Sally, remember the rules, and Mike, I expect you to treat my daughter with respect." He nodded. "I'll do that Mrs. Johnson." They wandered off, hand in hand along the beach. I thought back to what I would have given to be wearing a bikini at seventeen, wandering away from parental control. I wonder, I thought, if Sally will 'have fun'? Whatever they had enjoyed, there was a tearful parting three days later. I stood well away from them as they kissed. Mike had his hands cupping her backside, and by now she'd probably discovered what a boy felt like, pressing against her down there when he was aroused. As they broke the embrace his hand lifted to cares her cheek and wipe away a tear. I suddenly came to the conclusion: hey, this is serious . . . * * * * Mary's story I suppose, seeing that I was the first of us three to experiences the delights of Simon Hetherington's salon I should fill you in on the last act. They hadn't been able to actually link the heroin cache directly with Simon and he was out on bail. A number of charges were waiting to be heard against him but the feeling from our 'protectors' was we could all safely surface again. We went back to work for the week. During the weekend we gathered with the staff at the refurbished salon to discuss our plans for the new venture. Security had been improved - Helene and Monica sat behind the receptionist's and cashier's desk. It had a bullet proof screen which would descend at the flick of a button. We 'three broads', how the name at least had stuck, along with the two girls were discussing the agenda of a meeting we'd hold later with the hairdressers and masseuses in the conference room. Harold was in the stock room packing up last of the Arousal drugs and coffee additives which we'd never again use. Suddenly the front door of the salon swung open and in walked Simon accompanied by his driver, a weed of a man with an evil look on his face. They closed the door and walked menacingly across to us. "Now," he chuckled wickedly, "this is good, the three broads all together, and you two little bitches! Didn't I pay you enough?" He nodded to his companion. "Bolt the door Sam and pull the blinds." Jane was the first to find her voice. "What are you trying to prove Simon? Do you think you can still get away with anything here?" "You three stuck up bitches got away with this," he waved his hand around the salon, "and my whole operation. Ten years of work. All those hot little bodies moaning for me. And as for you two, Monica and Helene!" "Oh Simon. Simple Simon, what's wrong," Monica taunted, "has Gertrude woken up at last and left? Didn't the toys we left you fill our places?" Simon's face was working but he was totally focused on Monica. I saw the monitor screen on the other desk come to life, it was out of Simon's range of vision, GIRLS, KEEP HIM TALKING! flashed into view. I knew that Monica and Helene would be getting the same message. "Does this look like a toy Monica? Sam has one too, is it a toy Helene?" They both pulled out little snub nosed automatics. Monica giggled, "It probably shoots better than your popgun does Simon." "Hey boss, let's get outa here. Let's do it now!" "Oh no Sam, they're going to dangle here for a while longer. Now Helene," he nodded, "she thinks she's going to marry that sod who helped them get into the vault, that right Helene?" "Oh Simon, please don't worry, we'll bring you a piece of wedding cake, in jail of course . . ." Simon lifted the pistol and Sam followed his move. "There'll be no jail, and no wedding for you, you sneaky little slut . . ." At that moment the security screen dropped down with a whoosh. The two bullets glanced off it and ricocheted screaming somewhere around the salon. Jane moved like lightning, her knee went straight into Simon's crotch, as he bent double clutching at his privates he dropped the gun and she straight-armed him under his chin, but he sent her tumbling to the floor before he fell on his back groaning. Meanwhile Mary and Fran had a scarf pulled tight round Sam's neck and his face was turning blue. The two girls ran from behind the desk. Monica stood over Simon holding a round glass paperweight in her hand. "Simon Hetherington, don't you dare move, or I'll smash your face in with this!" Then Jane got up. Slowly and painfully she came across to me then kicked Simon in the balls. He screamed in agony. "The bastard has broken my thumb!" Seconds later we were surrounded by the tactical response group, hard, serious looking men in flak jackets holding machine carbines in their hands. One moved straight over to Monica and asked "You o.k.?" She looked at him for a moment then grinned "I will be, with you, next time." Fran missed this little by-play and shook her head accusingly at the leader of the group. "My oh my. What kept you guys?" He glanced at the two men lying on the floor. "I don't know why we bothered to come," he joked. "You ladies didn't need our help . . . but the problem was we couldn't get a clear shot at either of them. Thanks anyway. Come on you two!" "So," I remarked. "Operation 2 is successfully completed. What now?" "Operation 3. I need someone to operate on me," Jane whimpered, "this is bloody painful. And I would have to be left handed!" "Jar-ed!" "Oh, my God no! Not the amateur gynaecologist!" she joked. Jared, white coated, efficient, bustled out of what we had turned into a small day clinic room. "Jane my lovely, lovely lady, we'll soon have you to rights in no time," he gently took hold of the injured hand. "Oh dear me, a Bennett's fracture . . . now, what page is that on, I must go and look up the procedure in my little 'How to Doctor' book, just a minute . . ." he hurried back. "Jared," Jane yelled, you're not going to practice on me . . . again!" He came marching back with a stainless steel trolley equipped with hypodermic, swabs and Novocaine. On the bottom shelf was a bowl of water, cotton wool and rolls of plaster of Paris. "Now, my dear lady. Do I have your consent for this procedure?" "Jared, get on with it, I'm in agony. Painkillers, in there . . . do you have any panadeine forte?" "Monica, you know where they are, two tablets and a glass of water. Now Jane, in case you have any lingering doubts about my professional competence, I took off the Orthopaedic Prize in my year. I hope that helps you." With two slow gentle injections he infiltrated the Novocaine around the nerves at the base of the thumb then picked up a pin. "Now close your eyes Jane. Can you feel that?" "No, it feels dead." "Good. We can start reducing it, nice and straight, like those lovely fingers of yours. Is it hurting?" "No, not now . . . how long will it take to heal?" "Hmm. How old are you, forty three? If you were a year or two older I might have considered pinning it, but you should be o.k in about twelve weeks." "Jared," Jane idly picked up the syringe and Novocaine vial in her good hand. "Do you know what I was going to do with this?" He shook his head. "I was going to inject your dick so you wouldn't be able to use it for a month." "We-ell I hope we can be friends at last," he looked at her so longingly and she knew he was seeing everything she had, "you have a lovely body Jane, Jeremy is a lucky man." "Touché Jared, we'll have to find a lovely lady for you, won't we?" * * * * Two weeks later we were standing in front of the reporters and TV cameras again, promoting our sparkling investment. We'd thrashed around with ideas for logos and names. 'UniSexSensuality' really did say it all, but we wanted to sever any links with the building's past. In the end we spent a couple of days, the girls and guys from our staff, handing out two hundred competition forms which included one free service and a years membership of our ladies or gents facilities for the winner. The selection came down to three submissions. "No," I said, "I'm opting out of voting on this. She's my daughter, and I'll be biased one way or the other." But Sally's was the one the others decided on. The two teenagers, Sally in her bikini and Mike in his swimmers looking across at each other on either side of the sign: Wanna have fun? You'll find it at Sally & Mike's I wondered where, or who had taken the photos, but I could see that Sally was taken with this guy, and Mike Stevens soon became our foremost gym and exercise instructor. Sally is now finishing off her training as a hairdresser. Monica? Well Monica was frog-marched out of my consulting rooms one day by our young 'Beach Patrol' person who turned out to be a member of the tactical response group. She came back wearing an engagement ring. I asked her 'why the heavy handed treatment?' "I kept telling John I wasn't near good enough for him, all the terrible things I'd got up to with other men." "So?" "He said he didn't care. He said he'd tell me how good - or bad - I was after we got married!" Of course Monica is not only my receptionist - well for the time being she is - she's also on my practicve books and the baby is due in three months. Jane? Well Jane and Jeremy really hit it off together and he marched her down to the altar. She made a 'killing' when Hetherington shares were at an all time low and decided to retire from dentistry, but not before she had the opportunity to scare Jared out of his wits. Jared needed two of his wisdom teeth extracted and Jane tells me he held onto his privates in absolute terror when she picked up the Novocaine syringe. And Jared. Poor, poor Jared. He enjoys his job at 'Sally and Mikes'. Geneen that other 'Beach Patrol' person is hooked on him, but she's in two minds whether to marry him or not. She thinks he knows too much about women's bodies and how they operate. Every time she goes to use the spa it drives him mad with frustration. I wonder if he has a stash of that special coffee secreted away somewhere . . . maybe that would be the answer to his problems? Fran? Fran and Malcolm will soon become proud parents. The ultrasound says it's a boy and they are both delighted. She tells me she's keeping the Fun Pack to give it to her son when he comes of age -- with suitably rejuvenated contents of course! Whether sex education will by then have reached its zenith and guys be fully clued up to what women want, who knows? Sally is now finishing off her training as a hairdresser, and will marry Mike next year. When they got engaged I asked her if they'd 'followed the rules' that day they went for a walk along the beach. She smiled dreamily. "I let Mike undo my bikini top and love me. I said to him: 'you can kill me when I get married to you'. That really shocked him so I had to explain 'le petit mort'. He didn't know French, but he understood soon enough." Sally had a twinkle in her eye. I chuckled, we were all having fun now, except Simon. "So, what did your Adonis reply to that?" She smiled at me reminiscently. He said to me "Babe, on our wedding night, you are going to take a long, long time dying." Me? I nearly forgot to tell you. Two weeks after the court case against Simon concluded Harold and I married. We are trying to make up for those seventeen lost years. At forty one, am I too old to have a baby? Neither Harold, his son Nigel or Sally think so. We've had some wild sex and tremendous fun trying, until today -- those seventeen years had dimmed the memory of what morning sickness was really like! I'm sure that even a 50 milligram Arousal capsule and three cups of Sensuality's 'special coffee' would do nothing for me at present, on the plus side is that wonderful feeling: 'I'm going to be a mother again, with a man who I love standing by me this time'! p.s. There was a para in the 'Deaths' column the other day: 'Simon Hetherington passed away peacefully at Riverside Infirmary aged 59' and very few details. The only 'Memorial Notice' was from Gertrude. Helene, now that young woman is so kind, she went along to the funeral with Tom to support poor Gert. She tells me Gertrude is 'recovering'. Apparently Simon left his whole interest in the company to her, so she's well placed financially, but as Helene says, and we have all found: "what's financial comfort without the love of a good man?" The end . . .