0 comments/ 56596 views/ 2 favorites Up Dawson's Creek Ch. 01 By: TBA_UK Chapter I The woman was alone in the room, sitting in a black leather chair by the door: as if waiting for someone or something! Even sitting in the chair, you could tell she was tall and slim, with shoulder length black hair cut in a nouveau-style that accentuated the delicate features of her face. She was not model-beautiful, but was definitely attractive: her skin unblemished, soft and the perfect hue of white. First appearances suggested she was composed and alert, however closer examination reflected the vacancy in her sad brown eyes. She was wearing a burgundy silk blouse that outlined perfectly her breasts, tucking snuggly inside the small waist of her black knee length skirt. She crossed her legs causing the splits in the skirt to fall open and displayed a pair of beautifully sculpted legs erotically caressed in black nylon. The door opened, swinging into the room and the woman immediately looked up. A man entered the room and briefly talked to the woman before taking her hands and lifting her from the chair. They left the room and she was taken down a hallway to another room. You could sense the excitement in the room when she entered, as the room was occupied by a group of men sitting on three couches forming a "U" in the middle of the room. Behind each couch were video cameras on tripods, strategically positioned; the men themselves either had cameras or camcorders at the ready. The man led her by the hand, motioning for her to sit in a chair facing the men, before leaving and taking his place behind one of the video cameras. Once behind the camera he looked over at her, she nodded her acknowledgement and immediately got up from the chair. Instantly camera flashes erupted in the room, as she responded to the multitude of poses being requested of her; front, back, sides, bending over, lying down on the carpet, or just standing in place . On occasion different men came to her, positioning her in a variety of sexy poses. Then just as quickly as it the session started, it stopped. The woman sat back down in the chair, while two of the men rearranged the furniture and video equipment. They butted two of the couches end to end, while the third was moved off to the side and replaced with a chair similar to the one she was sitting in; and was placed directly opposite the couches, facing them. The video cameras were positioned at each end of the joined couches; the other was placed in front of where the two couches met. They were each positioned to be able to cover a variety of angles on the lone chair opposite. The man who brought her to the room went over to her, leaning down he whispered something in her ear. His face remained close to hers until she looked up at him, and with a nod he motioned for her to stand up. She stood up beside him, watching as he turned the chair she was sitting in to face the men and cameras. Then he sat down in the chair and motioned for her to approach. She walked towards him, his hand reaching out and taking her by the waist eased her towards him. Once again flashes and cameras started up as his left hand moved up to her breasts. She closed her eyes as his hand traced circles around her breasts, her nipples instantly hardening, pushing outward and denting the silk fabric covering them. While his left hand worked at her breasts, he looked up and mouthed something to her. The woman never showed any sign of hesitation or reluctance to obey any of the requests demanded by him; it was as if she was an extension of the man. Moving trance-like, she positioned herself in front of him, facing the men on the couches. Then while standing, she bent at her knees until her hands could grasp the hem of her skirt. Then she slowly straightened herself upward; at the same time her hands lifting the skirt over her thighs to expose the creamy flesh above her black nylons. She didn't stop lifting the skirt until it was around her waist. The man's free hand immediately moved to caress the inside of her nylon covered thighs, maneuvering in slow circles up and around until it found the exposed creamy flesh. She stood perfectly still, just standing there as his hand explored the soft white expanse of flesh before moving to her panty covered buttocks. The room exploded in camera flashes as his exploring fingers dipped lower, sliding between her legs. Some of the men on the couch moved to floor, more flashes as his fingers were working at will between her legs; his thumb moving up around her buttocks, while his index finger parted the engorged lips of her pussy. She closed her eyes as her body began to sway slowly as his fingers probed her visibly trembling flesh. The woman was responding, more and more, her lubricating juices coating his index finger; which was insinuated beneath the elastic of her panties, massaging her pussy with purpose. As the minutes passed her body began to respond more passionately to the manipulations; and it became obvious that she was having trouble standing, as her body began to slowly sway as the fingers worked their magic. He stopped what he was doing for a moment, giving her some time to compose herself: in addition to helping to steady her. She looked down at him, as if to thank him; only to watch him move his hands to her burgundy lace panties; and then rolling them down over her thighs, knees, until the panties bunched at her ankles. Without hesitation she stepped out of from the lace panties, kicking them away to the side; her breathing becoming deeper as his hand returned to between her thighs. The massaging fingers advanced on her naked pussy lips, opening them so he could slip his index finger up inside, an action that caused her to rock on her feet at the invasion. The glistening dampness of her pussy made it easy for the finger to slide deeply inside her pussy; while a second finger began to massage her swollen clit. The woman's body was in reaction mode, the pleasure etched on her face reflecting the erotic sensations racing through her responsive body. She was having a difficult time standing, more so now, as her body began to quiver and sway uncontrollably. Making it even more difficult, was the multitude of blinding flashes, causing her to move her hands to cover her eyes as the room was shrouded by brilliant white lights. The sudden removal of her hands caused her to release the skirt so that it slid downward momentarily, until the man's hand stopped its freefall. All the sudden movements: her hands, and his hands and his efforts to stop the skirt from falling caused her some problems with her balance. As she struggled to stand his hand returned to between her thighs; his fingers hidden from the cameras and the eyes of the captivated audience continued its unbridled manipulation of her pussy and ironically helped her regain her balance. Even though his depraved actions were covert there was no guesswork required as to what was happening beneath the skirt; as her tormentor and the other men in the room were enjoying her bounce around from the feverish manipulations happening beneath her skirt. She looked helpless and her breathing was deep and labored, as her arousal began to reveal itself. Beads of sweat inundated her brow and lips, her mouth opening wide to suck in air; as her knees bent and she arched backwards to meet the full impact of the orgasm ripping through her quivering body. The man quickly removed his hand from beneath her skirt, and she flushed crimson at how shiny wet it glistened with her juices. The impact of her orgasm had an undeniably impact on her body as it was still quivering, and her legs showing signs of collapsing; she looked down at the man, her eyes imploring him for some kind of reprieve. Instead, he stood beside her and with his arm now around her waist waited patiently for her to gather her bearings; before guiding her towards the big leather chair facing the couches and the lusting audience and cameras. The man helped her to sit down and get settled in the chair, then went to a desk and took something from the drawer. Then concealing it in his hand before slipping it into his jacket pocket, he walked back to the woman and stood in front of her, a knowing smile creased his lips; as he looked down at the woman in the chair, waiting as her breathing became calmer and her disposition more controlled. The woman, although grappling with the aftermath of her exhibitionist performance; still managed to personify a natural and provocative beauty as she sat passively in the chair; and her skirt, did very little to hide her nylon-clad legs and offered her audience a slight glimpse of her soft white thighs. The man just stood, obviously enjoying her for a moment, almost studying her as she sat so sensually poised in the big leather chair; before he spoke to her. The woman obeyed immediately, and she grabbed the hem and pulled her skirt upwards; almost exposing the soft patch of black pubic hair nestled on her abdomen. She looked up at him, as if looking for his approval; again he spoke to her. Again the woman obeyed, only this time pulling the skirt upwards until it ended up around her waist and she was completely exposed to everyone. The room exploded in brilliant lights again as the camera's flashes were set off. The brilliance from the flashes accentuating every inch of her completely exposed white thighs above the nylon tops upwards to her perfectly trimmed black pubic hair. The man began to give the woman more directions, pointing with a finger for her to move her leg over the arm of the chair. The audience sensing what was going to happening began scrambling for better a position, some almost on top of others as they moved in closer. The woman seemed oblivious to the activity going on in front of her, her eyes focused only on the man; and without hesitating maneuvered one long leg up and over the arm of the chair, then her body sank back in the chair, her eyes reflecting a salacious haze, as she looked up at the man with an expectant and depraved expression on her face. She was obscenely posed, her curving thigh and the smooth white skin leading to the treasure between her loins, void of any pubic hair. The subtle swell of her mound and the way her flowering vaginal lips, ragged and flushed were beginning to swell and shape themselves in anticipatory readiness. Her entire vaginal slit was exposed, allowing a tantalizing view of the pink lining of her pussy walls that were already coated with her sexual juices. Her pelvis was rotating slowly, the gentle motion emphasizing the top of her vaginal slit; and the hardening nub of her clit protruding provocatively from beneath the protective hood. The man was pleased with her, smiling wickedly as she lounged back in the chair; then the sway increased in tempo, rolling the mound seductively as he enjoyed her lewd actions. The woman couldn't hide her own spreading wanton smile on her beautiful face as his eyes feasted on her exposed cunt, and he pointed with his finger at her other leg. Again she obeyed immediately, quickly swinging the knee over the opposite arm of the chair; balancing naked buttocks on the edge of the cushion. Her eyes radiating with a feral lust as they focused on the glistening sheen of her love juices smothering her totally exposed cunt between her wide open thighs. The man was taking deep breathes as if to slow down his own arousal; while the camera flashes were constantly illuminating her degenerate and shameless vulnerability. He reached down with his finger and probed at her moist vagina, moving the thick digit in and around her slowly grinding mound. Then looking directly into the woman's eyes his finger teasingly massaged her clit, before slipping inside her receptive channel and beginning a gently rhythm of finger fucking her. The voyeuristic men in the room were now moving closer to the action, and for a moment there were no flashes going off, just the men jockeying for better positions. The man immediately stopped his manipulation of the woman's cunt, and turned to the audience; his hands indicating that they should move back to the couches. The look of disappointment evident on their faces; were nothing compared to the sexual anguish on the woman's. When the man was satisfied that his instructions were followed by the men, he returned his attention to the woman who reflected a look of frustration at the delay in the activities. The man appeared stolid and unperturbed by the woman's sexual torment; and took his time before resuming his next level of humiliation of her. Then he put his hand in his pocket and finally revealed the thing he had taken out of the draw and kept concealed from her; smirking he moved his hand towards her and handed her an incredibly realistic rubber cock; the dildo was made of a ribbed-textured purple rubber, long and thick. He pushed two buttons on the bottom of the rubber toy and the thing leaped to life in his hand, vigorously vibrating as half of the shaft began sliding back and forth, like a rigidly erect penis in a sheath. The woman let her head roll back, and her eyes started to close. A lewd smile crept tentatively across her face; and the man smiled at her as he stepped between her wide-spread legs. He held the vibrating sliding end on the inside of one sleek thigh, near her wetly gaping vagina. The woman's mouth instantly forming a perfect circle; her thin lips puckered with the sudden pleasurable sensation being generated by the probing toy. The man and his toy were eliciting such immoral sensations on her mind and body, her body's capitulation clearly reflecting her acceptance to his lewd depravity. The man looked down at her, smiling as her eye's glared with incited arousal: and her hands unconsciously caressing and fondling her breasts, her fingers diligently searching for and tweaking at the hardening nipples beneath her clothes. The man tilted his head back, laughing; his enjoyment at her impious frustration was only surpassed by the ominous look in his sinister eyes as he handed the magic cock dildo to her. Then the man moved away from her, his movement allowing the voyeuristic audience an unobstructed view of the woman sitting obscenely vulnerable in the chair. He scanned the audience, the barrage of flashes, other than a few her and there, had stopped; as the men were more intent on watching the show about to unfold before them. Then turning his eyes back to the raven-haired woman, his eyes and body language reflecting complete satisfaction as he saw the woman turn the vibrator on; and then slowly let it slide all over her stomach and down into her pubic hair. The woman was laying back in the leather chair and her dress practically hidden from view; the inner plain of her opulent thighs and pelvic mound revealed, except for her thigh top nylons she was completely naked from the waist down. Seductively she adjusted her position slightly, sprawling her legs over the arms of the chair and she let her head rest on the back of the chair. Her delicate fingers of her free hand slid down and roamed in her sparse pubic hair, impelling her hips to slowly roll and pump in an obscene gyration; as her free hand continued it journey downward to the moist, engorged lips of her quivering cunt. Her mouth went slack and her lips partly opened as her thumb and forefingers spread the swollen pussy lips and revealed the pink inner walls of her cunt; and a clear and unrestricted path to her white buttocks and its deep tight crevice. The man watched with a lecherous fascination; as her body reacted in obscene delight to her self-indulgence; her hips twisting and thrusting forward so that her buttocks mushroomed on the edge of the chair, teasingly exposing and hiding the bud of her puckering anus. He saw her head bob forward and that she was staring down at her writhing loins; and her moist quivering cunt tilting upwards as she ran the long thick vibrator up and down the slit. Her eyelids fluttering and her cheeks puffed outward as her arousal ravaged her body each time she stopped moving the dildo to let it massage her hardening clit. The man suddenly made his way around her as she slumped in the chair, her pose was shameless and wanton, her legs even stretching wider over each arm of the chair; exposing her gaping cunt as she maneuvered the vigorously vibrating dildo in and around her moist receptive vaginal channel. Her face strained and contorted as she fought to control her deep and labored breathing. The man now directly standing behind reached down and began unbuttoning the front of her blouse; pulling the fronts off to the sides to reveal her small firm breasts nestled inside a flimsy half-bra. He helped them free of the almost burgundy half-bra and smiled at the way they quivered and gelled, and then his huge hands each cupped a pert mound and began kneading the white resilient flesh. She arched her body causing her head to wedge against the back of the chair and forced her chin downward, pushing into her chest giving her a clear view down over her naked breasts and to the big purple rubber cock vibrating between her legs. He saw her spreading her cunt slit and then her thumb worked the erect nub of her throbbing clit; as the rubber cock quivered its way deeper into her wildly pulsing cunt. He could see her body wantonly shuddering with pleasure as the erratic vibration was enflaming her sense. The woman opened her lust glazed eyes as his fingers were tweaking and rolling her already erect nipples; causing her to unconsciously begin rapidly thrusting the thick dildo in and out of her saturated clasping pussy. Her eyes closed slowly from the intense assault of his fingers and the oscillating dildo; her head thrashed from side to side as she increased the tempo of her hips pumping up against the thick purple, toy cock. The man moved from behind her chair, his mouth twisted open as he watched her pull the dildo from her cunt and held it hard against her clit. He saw her eyes were clenched shut, her face contorting in fervent arousal that her body was experiencing; as her hips and taut stomach rolled and undulated while the glistening lips of her cunt flowering to the vibrating dildo relentlessly assailed her clit. He could see the signs, her body was nearing an orgasm, her actions becoming more frantic and erratic as her free hand worked her breasts, pulling at her turgid nipples as she hooked her legs even tighter over the arms of the chair, thrusting her hips and naked groin outward and upward even more, spreading the lips of her wetly trembling cunt as she ran the vibrating rubber cock in a determined rhythm. She was gasping for air, panting with lewd passion, her hips rolling and lewdly causing her buttocks to lift from the cushion; the cheeks of her ass shook and contracted, her tightly puckered anus coated with the copious moisture escaping from her cunt and settling in the crevice of her buttocks. The woman's body suddenly jerked and her body arched violently; and she was suspended in mid air for a moment until her exhausted body collapsed down into the chair. She was the perfect picture of a satisfied woman as she sprawled obscenely; the rubber weapon lay harmlessly on the carpet. Amid the onslaught of flashes and the men moving forward to take close ups of the sprawling and spent woman, the man was ignored as he moved across the room to flip a switch by the desk; however the sudden voice infiltrating the room sparked an immediate and silent obedience. "Gentleman I hope that you enjoyed the first instalment of this evening's entertainment?" Boomed the powerful voice of Mason Dawson as it echoed from the hidden speakers.: "Now if I could have your attention for the next few minutes while I explain the rules for the balance of this evening's program. Firstly, Mr. Choi Liu you already know, but let me introduce your hostess for the evening; Gentlemen meet Mrs. Sharon Morris, although you couldn't tell from her performance, this is Sharon's first time attending one of my soiree's so she doesn't fully understand the implications," he paused allowing the audience to snicker at his comment, before continuing. "As with all new inductee's and initiations, your presence for the next part is not necessary and you will kindly retire to the entertainment room where refreshments will be served. Mrs. Morris, once the gentlemen leave, please go and take a shower, Choi will show you where; and don't bother to get dressed after, just go into the bedroom and wait for Choi. Mrs. Morris when you take your shower, the gentleman will be watching your exhibition on the monitors; so a display of erotic foreplay while showering would be appreciated. Now as for the rest of the rules: Choi will be the first to fuck Mrs. Morris and there is no time limit on his indulgence. When Choi is finished, Mrs. Morris will again shower and will then be taken to the studio where you gentlemen have unrestricted access to her." Dawson again paused to read the reaction of his captive audience; but there were none, not even from Sharon. Up Dawson's Creek Ch. 01 "Good, then I'll continue. As I mentioned Mrs. Morris will be completely available to you, her soul purpose is for your pleasure and gratification: however, you have limited access to her ass which includes fingering but no cocks. That pleasure has already been committed to Choi! Now, Choi if you would kindly show Mrs. Morris to the bathroom?" Dawson paused as they left the room and waited until Choi returned. "Gentlemen, copies of tonight's entertainment will be made available before you leave, and as an extra bonus, it will have Choi's taking Mrs. Morris's anal virginity!" Dawson's laugh erupted inside the room; as each man knew the damage that Choi's cock could inflict. "Now, as a special bonus tonight, Val would like to say a few words to you before you leave." "Good evening gentlemen! I know you're all excited about this evening and I won't delay it for much longer, but you need know just a couple of things about Mrs. Morris. First she attended this party against my wishes, even though I had continuously tried to keep her away; but she kept insisting that she could look after her self; I want you to prove her wrong, so very fucking wrong. The last thing is, Mrs. Morris is my older sister and you gentlemen are about to knock her clear off her high-fucking-horse!" Val's voice said calmly, yet firmly. "That's it gentlemen. Now please enjoy the rest of your evening!" Dawson's voice commanded as the men began to file out of the room and Choi made his way to the bedroom and Mrs. Morris. Chapter II Val Bramer never meant for her life or that of others to be affected by her divorce; but her marriage breakdown and the spiralling domino effect it caused those around her had been devastating. What she once thought was to be a happy future with her husband and children, collapsed overnight in lies, infidelity, cruelty and then loneliness. Within days of the separation she watched helplessly as the precious parts of her life simply evaporated; first her husband, the house and then her sons. Forced to start her life over, she found the only things in her life that kept her going was her job, immediate family and friends. She was grateful for their unconditional support and comforted knowing that they were always there for her. It had taken time, tears and depression; but slowly she started to rebuild her life. First it was the promotion at the bank where she worked; that gave her the finances to afford her own apartment and then, the occasional dates. She tried to stay in touch with her sons, always sensing that her ex-husband and his new girlfriend were poisoning their opinion of her; although it wasn't something she could prove. The boys made valiant efforts to make the most of their time together; however the growing detachment became increasingly apparent. Eventually, the lasting anguish and depression of seeing the boys four times a week was taking its toll, so reluctantly only saw them once a week, usually Sundays. She found herself continually riding a rollercoaster of emotional highs and lows, each day never the same. Time became her constant adversary, and only her time at her job gave her reprieve from the loneliness. The evenings and nights she spent alone, her only companion were the questions and what ifs swarming around in her mind; but there were never answers. She found herself spending more time with her family and friends, not because she wanted to, but to escape from herself and her thoughts. Then that wasn't enough; as the time with her brother and sister and their family's only made the loss of hers more distressing and depressing. The urgency to escape her thoughts was becoming paramount: that desperation to numb her senses, to sleep soundly and dreamlessly. It only took one drink at first, then two, eventually progressing until the bottle was either empty or she had passed out. Incredibly the drinking never interfered with her ability to do her job; in fact, she was even able to convince herself that she felt rested in the morning. By the time work was over she was already looking forward to her liquid friend, so much that so, that she took her show on the road. Soon her life was melting into a comatose addiction of work, bar, cab ride home and bed. She became a regular at the bar; to the point of knowing the bartender and cab driver by name, to the point of developing a platonic bond with them. She was never sure if their friendship was borne from pity or not, because by the end of the evening it wouldn't have really made any difference to her. All she knew for sure was that she got home safely each evening. Then overnight, her life took a drastic and devastating detour! His name was Cutter; and he shanghaied her as she was making her way back from the washroom to the bar. Staggering and feeling no pain from hours of drinking she was easily susceptible to his manipulation. It took even less persuasion to get her to join him at his table; no sooner had she made herself comfortable before the drinks began to flow freely. From that point on, everything became a drunken frenzy of more drinking, flirting and dancing; her mind and body succumbing to the onslaught of rye and cokes, until she they left. It was early in the morning, and instead of her usual cab ride home, she was cuddling and cozening up to Cutter in the back seat of a different cab. It was a short ride, but long enough for Cutter's tongue to explore the depth of her mouth, and his hands to explore her body. There were moments when everything stopped, the kissing, the groping and the cab: followed by unsure movement and the sound of doors opening and closing, before the kissing and groping started again. She woke sometime during the morning; she was in a strange bedroom and completely naked. Her mind had no recollection of where she was, although the flashing motel sign outside the window did answer that question. There was the lingering dank aroma wafting around in the room, the stall aftermath of sexual arousal. The nagging aches in her body and the tell-tale evidence confirming what took place. Splotches of damp and dry flakes of semen covering various parts of her body; and the battle scars of small bruising and bite marks on her breast, stomach and inner thighs. Emotionlessly she made her way around the room gathering her clothes in her arms before heading to the bathroom. After a long hot shower she put some effort into making herself presentable before calling for a cab. Then grabbing her purse she saw the hundred dollars in twenty's laying on the night stand. She had all the answers to her questions. For the next few days she kept a low profile, staying clear of the bar; deciding to drink at home instead. It wasn't because she felt any embarrassment or shame; in fact she was completely dispassionate by the event. However, it wasn't long before the loneliness began to resurface; and by the weekend she was back at the bar, throwing caution to the wind and continuing where she left off. She saw the irony of her life, but unlike those who after recognizing the futility of their life and do a complete turn around and start over: she felt it imperative to block out hers. Besides, her time at the bar was serving two purposes, eradicating the depression and loneliness of her mind; replacing them with a tolerable numbness and momentary companionship. As the days turned into weeks, the more justifiable her actions became, as was the absence of any feelings or culpability of becoming a one night stand. For her waking up in a strange bed next to an unknown face was edging towards a way of life; an intrinsic justification of her existence and a reflection of her failures. The mental and physical transformation she was going through wasn't fooling those closest to her. Her family and friends were becoming frantic; desperately trying to lure her away from her nightly excursions. Dinner and movie invitations, whatever they could do to keep her away from the bar. Unfortunately those were only momentarily distractions, nothing preventing her from the final destination of her evening. Then life took an upward turn, she had met up with Cutter again! At first everything with Cutter was surprisingly wonderful; the time they spent together was fast developing into a relationship. Evening's out were not just going to the bar, in fact they hardly ever went; instead content to spend time having dinner and a quiet evening at home, or going to the movies and occasional play. Things were going so well that her problems of excessive drinking and unhealthy diet was slowly showing signs of disappearing. Within a few months, drinking was a glass of wine after dinner at a fashionable restaurant. Mentally the progress was painfully slow, the temptation to drink always there for the least provocation; however, her transformation physically was almost immediate. The absence of the damaging alcohol and the few extra pounds she was gaining from eating regular and healthy meals; restoring the radiance in her features and the svelte curves to her body. Everything about her was reflecting a positive change; so much so that she was seeing her children twice a week and enjoying every minute of their time together. The pain of leaving them was always there deep down inside, but Cutter was now there to help her through it. Neither were the changes in her lost on her family or friends, as invitations to dinner or get-togethers became weekly events in her life. The only unknown in her relationship with Cutter, was his intimate feelings; it was if he couldn't affirm his love for her, even in response to her declaration of love for him. It was the same when they were in bed; while she was making love to him, he was just fucking her; however their sex wasn't empty of passion, far from it; it was wild, experimental and at times decadently evil. At the time she was ignorantly oblivious to the perverse journey she was on, giving no thought to his outlandish sexual demands, fervently submitting to them all. After the sex, when he was sleeping, she would lay awake, thinking and convincing herself that he did indeed love her and one day would tell her so; but for found comfort with the peaceful harmony in her life. What was more apparent was Cutter becoming more central to her existence, as was the sense of loyalty she felt towards him. Even though she couldn't readily quantify her gratitude or the feelings that she felt for him or for what he had done for her; however, to say that she would do anything for him was an understatement! She met Mason Dawson at a lawn party at his huge estate in the country. His party's were well know around the city, everybody who was somebody were there. The guests varied from politicians, business executives and other levels of society. She knew Cutter was an employee of Dawson and could only guess that other employees of Dawson were attending the function as well; but why she was there was a mystery to her, and she was that naïve to notice that this kind of party was a little too swanky for the average employee. Even though she felt out of place at the party, Cutter never left her side or put her in an awkward position the whole evening. Other than an uncomfortable introduction to Dawson she was left to enjoy herself. She was constantly monitoring herself, always careful and conscious of her insecurities, making sure she was on her best behaviour. There were constantly offers of drinks, her brittle nerves making them hard to refuse; but somehow she found the strength to, that is until Cutter brought her one, then another. Cutter was always within arm's length while she was drinking; and when effects of the drinks began to take affect they went to explore the grounds of the estate and inside the mansion. Up until that point she felt like she was floating on air in a world she was not meant to be a part of. It was while they were inside the mansion that the evening took a drastic turn. They were upstairs, going into the different rooms, before they ran into two women kneeling in front of a coffee table, doing lines; although neither woman were showing any indication or concern that they were there. Whether it was the drinks of not, but for a brief moment everything stood still before she found herself moving towards the women. Stopping in front of the table, she drank the rest of her drink while watching the women with a naïve fascination, before she knelt down at the table. She had no idea where another drink came from or from whom, except that she drank it. The early warning signals went off in her clouding brain, as one of the woman cut a line in front of her, both encouraging her to join them; looking up, the smiling Cutter gave his consent. As a first time user, the white powder was devastatingly effective; her mind floating mysterious disorientation and her mental defences became non-existent. Later that night they had sex and it been fantastic, better than any thing she could remember. She had no idea if it was because of the coke, drinks or just the state of her mind; all she knew was that she felt no inhibitions or fear, only a weightless calm euphoria. It had been a night to remember! There were more invitations to parties at Dawson's country estate and penthouse in the city. She had become a regular attendee at them, and always on the arm of Cutter. However, while at the parties she was careful to only drink tonic water, but on special occasions and with Cutter's consent, a line or two. For the first time in a long time she was in a happy place, more importantly she was there with Cutter. Emptiness and depression were becoming distant memories; and although she never really saw marriage in the near future, her acceptance into Cutter's world, including a new group of friends was helping her recovery each day. Then the rug was pulled from beneath her feet. They had been together for a little over six months when Cutter suddenly went out of town on business. The trip was an unwelcome surprise, one she was not ready for; especially since there was a party at Dawson's at the same time. She made valiant efforts to excuse herself, but Dawson would not hear of it, insisting that she would have a good time even if Cutter wasn't there. Feeling that the choice was not hers to make she told Dawson she would see him at the party. Talking with Cutter did little to comfort her; especially when his only advice was not to piss off Dawson with trivialities; and more importantly warning her to be especially accommodating to him. Without the moral and physical support of Cutter's presence she wasn't really sure what to expect at the party; her only immediate concern was to become invisible until it was over. Unfortunately, invisibility became high profile visibility as she ended up Dawson's arm, becoming his official companion for the evening. Within hours at the party thoughts of needing Cutter with her, were gone. Dawson's manner and presence took care of any fears of being vulnerable and secure she felt, that and a few drinks and two lines. In fact, within hours of arriving she was enjoying herself and having a great time, totally responsive and submissive to Dawson; just like Cutter told her to. By the end of the evening she was standing with Dawson, arm in arm, joining him while he saw his guests off. She hadn't even known what to expect at this point, but something in the back of her mind was telling her it wasn't her decision what was going to happen next: and although she was fully aware of her precarious situation and under no delusion of what could happen next, she stood patiently beside Dawson waiting for his decision. That first night with Dawson was a total surprise to her, there was no agenda, no straight to bed and fuck. If anything it was the reverse, just talking, drinking coffee and relaxing; then he left her to laze in a luxuriant bubble bath, until it was time for bed. Even more surprises when they were in bed, there was no sense of urgency; instead, he took his time to explore every part of her body. His tongue, lips, fingers and hands had erotic license and were licentiously meticulous; captivating and enthralling her mind and body completely. When she finally felt the thick head of his cock; it was sliding slowly up and down in her escaping juices between the throbbing folds of pussy. His cock was not as long as Cutter's, but the thickness had concerned her; and when it did slid inch by inch inside her, the effect on the inner walls of her hot channel was electrifying, instinctively sucking the throbbing length deeper. It felt like they had made love all night, only to pause for a moment; content just to explore each others body, until their arousal began to surfaced again. At no time did Dawson just fuck her, as if she was just a piece of meat; instead his behaviour was passionate and sensitive, almost respectful of her. When she woke late the next morning, there was no indication that she was to leave; no cab fare or offer to a ride home; instead, she found herself sitting by the pool enjoying a late breakfast with him. Everything about Dawson was an enigma to her, she never knew from one minute what was going to happen. His silent and almost uncanny control over her was inexplicable to her intelligence, defying logic. They spent the day together, doing things that couples do. It began with a grand tour of the estate and mansion, meals, swimming and more love making; it was over dinner when pleasure and business became one. During their conversation she found out that Cutter's role in her life, was just that; a role to be purposely involved in her life. She learnt that Cutter's good looks and charm were affective attributes in the recruitment game; and although his usual focus were women under twenty-five, he had seen a potential in Val, something that her told Dawson could exploit to his benefit. It was left to Cutter to sculpt and fashion her, to make her a valuable asset, and to prepare her for her recruitment into Dawson's world and life; where the exploitation of certain assets are imperative and decisive to the overall outcome of his ventures. To say she felt disappointment from the conversation would have been an understatement. As Dawson went on to explain his plans for her future, surprisingly she felt no animosity, disgust or surprise towards him. What did surprise was how accepting she was with the arrangement! Chapter III Val had very little problem adjusting to her new life, or career, and quickly became a willing student. For most part it had been an easy transition, albeit a major change. It began with her being Dawson's official companion, finally moving into his condo in the city and spending the weekends at the estate. Then there was the promotion, new loans manager at the Bank; another example of the influence that Dawson had with the Board of Director. The new position and extra finances meant she could spend more time with her boys; more importantly, for the first time she could indulge them. Personally things were slower, her past failures would always surface at the least provocation and then there was that small level of mistrust she felt towards Dawson. However, the new job, condo and family time soon began to erase the yesterdays. Her new life eventually winning over her trepidation and resistance, and like her past, they became a fading memory. She knew that Dawson was happy with her progress; he was spending more time with her, and not just to fuck. He was always quick to show interest in her job and her boys, encouraging her to do the things that she had to forfeit for such a long time. For most part she had free rein over her time and life, but to a point; he became insistent that she was mental and physically healthy, meaning her drinking and taking drugs stopped. Up Dawson's Creek Ch. 01 In fact, he was so insistent that he made arrangement for her to join an exclusive health spa. She was put into an intense rehabilitation program setup by Dawson. It was demanding on her, but effective, starting with daily workouts with an instructor, and a strict diet under the supervision on a nutritionist. The progress was remarkable and surprisingly fast. Cutter was still in her life, but on the periphery, only seeing each other at the spa or Dawson's parties. The times they did speak, it was marginally uncomfortable, only taking the time for polite acknowledgement; their own personal agendas going off in different directions, both silently understanding their place She had been under Dawson's influence for about four months and the transformation was remarkable. Under the careful grooming and watchful eye of Dawson she was developing quite nicely, and Dawson always said 'a precious asset.' Now in her early thirties; her five seven, one-hundred-twenty pound frame was perfect; curves in the right places, a nice round ass, a flat stomach and firm, although small breasts. She thought he might have suggested implants; surprisingly he never did; and had remarked on more than one occasion that he had a preference for small breasts. Her facial features were distinctly similar to that of Ali Larter; however instead of blonde hair shrouding her face, hers was jet black, naturally thick, and curly, cascading past her shoulders. Her nose was proportionate to her face, thin with a slight upward turn giving it a pert look; her lips, full and broad, revealing perfectly white teeth. In contrast, her sparkling brown eyes were wide and alive with the look of excitement, reflecting a happy person behind them; then, at the drop of a hat they could deliver a smouldering come-hither. With her mind and body healthy, and totally free from drugs and alcohol; she now took the extra time and care to protect Dawson's investment. When she went to work, a party or anywhere else for that matter; she was a walking advertisement for the latest fashion. Cutter would be proud; she had become the complete package! It had taken six months; her so called rehabilitation and transformation was for all intents and purposes complete. To celebrate Dawson made arrangements to have his corporate jet fly Val and her boys to Aruba for a vacation. The night before they were to fly out, they had spent an incredible evening together, which as usual ending up in bed; and for the first time there was ferocity to their love making. By the end of night they were physically spent; never had sex with Dawson been so deliciously wild. They did things to each other never done before, which left her on a sexual high and an appetite craving more. Also that night, Dawson had been very careful selecting his words, but left no doubt in her mind that his investment was due to start earning him dividends! Dawson's limousine met her at the airport on her return; first order of business was driving the boys to their father's house; before going directly out to the estate. Dawson met her at the door; then after the customary kiss hello, took her straight to the bedroom were they spent the afternoon and evening picking up where they left off before she went on vacation. Later that evening, after a very late supper, they sat talking about her future. He was going to provide all her financing, in addition to a living allowance. Simply put, she was now working directly for Dawson, although she would still work at the bank; her salary from the bank was going into investments and tax shelters for her future. Her job and time at the bank would now vary depending on Dawson schedule and requirements. Without question, she would be on call twenty-four-seven; and he would maintain her social calendar at all times. He would always arrange that she had time for her children, if her services were for long periods he would arrange for them to take a vacation. There was no contract or signatures in blood; just a verbal contract between two consenting adults. That was a year ago; and in that time, she went from innocence to Dawson's personal companion who would willingly perform every known sexual depravity for him. He had subtly taken her to a different high, easily manipulating her to a new kind of addiction. It was a lifestyle with only one focus and that was to live and experience what money could buy; the depravities of orgies and the depths people will go to protect themselves. Dawson's private and business circle reached throughout the world; every party she met someone new or from a different country; and depending who they were, or their significance could mean that she would end up fucking them. The situation was never the same, her innocence quickly disintegrating with the endless parade of different men and woman, different shape and sizes from every country in the world. Her life was a whirlwind of business and pleasure trips, weeks or weekends here and there, ski weekends, catching a new play or show opening. She found herself amid celebrities from the multitude of entertainment venues. It was as if she had won the lottery; as her life became like a streaming video, the preverbal life in the fast line, and the propelling compulsion for total gratification. The more opportunities thrown her way, the stronger her addiction became; she became filled with the need for the latest fashions, the trips, and the caviar. It was impossible, as Dawson was constantly generous by always maintaining his lavish style of living and fortifying her standing within his entourage; finally giving her the feeling that her life had meaning. She couldn't get enough of her new life, never stopping or slowing down, fearful that if she went to sleep it would end. That lingering terror that Dawson would eventually find her boring and of no value to him; ultimately meaning rejection and then only to be cast aside into that haunting black hole of obscurity, again. This addiction was unlike anything she every felt; there would be no withdrawal or shakes, only that she now knew that she could never enjoy what is commonly known as 'normal life.' Even marriage wouldn't solve her problem, unless it was to Dawson, and that wasn't going to happen. Dawson never had any intention of casting her off, now or ever. In fact, Cutter had hit the nail on the head with his assessment of Val; her potential indeed had no boundaries, only the right person to exploit and tap that potential was missing; a position that he had no problem filling. Ironically Dawson was hoping to slow down her involvement in the orgies; he saw the same kind of natural instinct in Val that was in Cutter. She was now at a point where her looks and intellectual growth was at a level to use in recruiting other girls, more importantly older women. Many of Dawson's business associates were losing interest in the younger girls, and were looking for the same type of relationship that Dawson had, with Val's of the world. They were always commenting on how lucky he was to have the complete package, good looks, great body and someone who could actually put two sentences together. With her job at the bank Val came into contact with plenty of women, women from all walks of life, women that could ultimately satisfy his associates and enhance his future business ventures as they grew internationally. She could utilize her position and his power to bring these women into his circle; their desperation for financial assistance, only making them vulnerable to his spider web. It could be the perfect setup. While Dawson was deliberating on how to broach the idea with Val, she had inadvertently been instrumental in kicking off his new business venture the following evening; unfortunately at the expense of her sister, Sharon. Dawson was leaning against the desk, looking very dignified with his arms folded over his chest. He wasn't overly tall, about five-ten, in his mid-forties, dressed in is favorite blue suit, shirt, tie; and black leather shoes. He was looking at her with a faint grin on his thin lips. Val simply stared at him. "You know, Val, I'm thinking about introducing a different venue. This whole thing with Sharon was very well received by my associates; many of whom are very interested in acquiring their own personal Sharon. After talking with Choi, who is now deeply indebted to me, I'm convinced that this new development has opened up a realm of possibilities that could be exploited to our advantage." His words quiet, calm and thoughtful was immediately perking her interest. She looked at him showing her full attention. "What?" she asked, shaking her head, "what possibilities? What advantage would please you?" "I've been analyzing the benefits of employing a more mature type of women for some time now. Women more like Sharon, over thirty, and mentally and physically well-maintained. However I have some cursory reservations; but that was until you accidently proved my theory was indeed feasible." Val was about to interrupt, but held her tongue as Dawson's body language warned her that he wasn't finished talking; just preoccupied for a moment, interested with brushing an invisible speck off the cuff of his expensive jacket: "With your position at the bank and growing circle of friends, you have first hand knowledge of those women who are vulnerable, and for those who require a little coercion to fall into our plans. And I know, after sacrificing your sister, there's nothing that you wouldn't do for me if I ask, is there?" "Nothing," Val said without reservation, feeling the lewd thrill that such an unashamed announcement gave her. Her loyalty to Dawson so deeply entrenched; that it was not restricted with boundaries, and she would fervently do anything he asked or wanted from her. Dawson laughed, as he went on, going behind the desk and sitting down, joining the tips of his fingers together in front of him like a church. "I want you to setup your friend, Edythe Lucano as our second victim." "Okay?" Val's face was expressionless as she thought about her girlfriend. Her love for Edythe was much greater than that for her sister; it had been a long lasting friendship that was built of trust, honesty and mutual respect; and up until she met Cutter, Edythe had been the only person that had stood by her. Unfortunately, she was also a friend whom she would willingly and without compunction allow Dawson to debase and ingratiate into a world of sexual deviancy. She looked over at Dawson, offering him a lewd smile; a smile that shocked him, as she confirmed her agreement to his request. "I want her to know that you totally betrayed her; will you do that?" "What's the big deal, I sold my sister out to Choi, what makes Edythe so special?!" Val said leaping at the idea. "And will it excite you?" "Oh, yes!" "Will you'll enjoy it like you did watching Sharon?" "Yes, and probably more." Dawson laughed loudly as he strode around the desk and looked down at her; his hand reaching down to brush across her forehead: "Edythe Lucano, precious Edythe!" Edythe Lucano had been surprised when Val called, although she had seen Val off and on, their time together had suffered since her friend's involvement with Mason Dawson. She had become more than just concerned about her friend's relationship with Dawson; not because Val wasn't entitled to embrace her new lifestyle, it had more to do with the circumstances that led up to it. The total transformation of Val from borderline white trash to socialite within a year seemed far too much like the Hollywood movie Pretty Woman; rather than a divorcee slide to hell and back. However, in fairness she was elated that Val had turned her life around for the good; the positive influence and stability that Cutter and then Dawson provided had come at the opportune time for Val. Their continual encouragement to help restore her physical and mental well being had been masterful, and Val was now more like she was before they were married. Unfortunately, her history during and after the divorce had left Val notably bitter; and now there was an emotionless characteristic to her, it was cold, calculating and always on guard. Edythe couldn't deny or completely condemn Cutter or Dawson's influence on Val; she had met both men, albeit briefly, but both men had a powerful, almost mystical charm about them. It was easy to see how their confident and imposing personalities could bring the old Val back; but for the life of her she couldn't understand why Val held their interest, especially for someone like Mason Dawson. Edythe didn't really know that much about Mason Dawson, other than what she had read or seen in the media; however it was impossible not to be aware of the prominence in the community that he asserted, as there was always some kind of commentary applauding him or his efforts. On the surface he projected the white horse crusader, working for the good of the community; he was an integral player in the growth of national and international business for the city, employing thousands and at the same time developing and supporting the city's small businesses. He was actively involved, either as a chairman or member, in a multitude of organizations, ranging from charities, commerce and political committees. He led somewhat of a dual life, where his public life was an open book, always making sure that he was always accessible; his private life was exactly that, completely private. According to Val, there were a select few allowed inside his inner circle; and even though he did entertain and socialize with the city's elite, they were not part of that circle. If he were guilty of any indiscretions they never became public knowledge, his power and influence was ingratiated everywhere; the general consensus was positive, because that was exactly how he promoted himself. Edythe first met Dawson while she and Val were having lunch. He only joined them for a few moments and was very polite to her; explaining that he needed to confirm some arrangements for an upcoming event, before he excused himself and left; but not before sending an expensive bottle of wine and note to their table, apologizing for interrupting their meal. Then next time she met Dawson was at his condo, Val had told her that Dawson would be in the country for the evening and had asked her over for coffee after a movie they had seen. Val appeared quite surprised when they arrived at the condo and found Dawson there; but insisted that she stay for a while before taking her home. For most part Dawson stayed in his office, his appearances were short and sweet; usually a question for Val, but on occasion he joined in their conversation for a few minutes, before returning to his office. In fact, after the first few times that she had met Dawson, she had a pleasant and decent opinion of the mystery man. The warm fuzzy about Dawson all changed the evening she had met Val and Dawson for coffee after work. They were already waiting for her in his limousine when she left work; and twenty minutes later they were outside the city limits having supper at an enchanting bed and breakfast. The evening started off nicely, the food and wine were perfect, amiable conversation with sprinkles of ribald humour; that surprisingly didn't offend her as she would have thought. For most of the evening they were the only customers until a very dignified gentleman walked in and sat at a table directly in Dawson's line of vision; which had seemed to distract Dawson, as his interest seemed to lay elsewhere and his participation in their conversation dwindled. The man's appearance had definitely had an effect on Dawson, although he didn't appear to in any hurry to resolve it. At no time did the men actually talk, but she couldn't help notice the subtle silent communication that seemed to be on going between them. The gentlemen had only stayed for a short time and after paying left the dining room; but instead of leaving the premises he went upstairs to the private rooms. Although she couldn't place any relevance to the man's short appearance; she found it curious that only when the man was finally out of sight; that Dawson's attention returned to her and Val. To Edythe the whole thing had seemed so clock and dagger, almost like something from a spy movie: it became even stranger when Val suddenly excused herself from the table to supposedly make a business call. That in it self had been uncharacteristic of Val that she would actually leave the table, when she could just as easily used her cell phone; and the situation was more disturbing as she watched Val walk past were the gentleman's and nonchalantly picked up what appeared to be a room tag laying on the table. Then as if to add suspense to the already confusing events, Val made her way up the stairs; instead of going into the reception area to make the call. Edythe knew that Dawson was observing her while she watched the drama playing out before her eyes; but he just sat there, not saying a word or offering an explanation. It was only when she turned to face Dawson and her eyes mutely asked what the hell was going on, that he actually said something. His earlier relaxed and amiable demeanour was now replaced with an intense authoritarian persona, cold and direct. She assumed that Dawson's would not try to placate her intelligence, and she was correct; he was honest and blunt, explaining that Val would be persuading the gentlemen to guarantee his support on a merger he was working on. The words had stung, ripping at her heart and soul at the thought of what Val was doing, doing for this for this man. She had been so disgusted that she was about to leave the table and go look for Val, but Dawson told her to sit down and quit acting like a child, which she had unexplainably done. He then informed her quite explicitly that Val was a big girl, that she fully understood her role and that she was a willing, not a coerced participant. Although his admission shocked her, the pain she felt for Val was excruciating to think that her friend would allow herself to be willingly debased by this man. The longer she sat at the table with Dawson, the more frantic she became to look for Val and take her away; away from this place and this abomination of a man; in fact, she had been so lost in her growing obsession to rescue Val that she was oblivious to what Dawson was saying, until he mentioned Sharon, Val's sister. She had listened stunned as Dawson proudly boasted that she now worked for him and was proving to be as good an asset for his business, as Val was; the only difference was that Sharon belonged to his Asian partner. His words were cryptic, saying nothing and everything; and she found it impossible to rationalize what he was actually telling her and thinking of how she could help Val at the same time. From the minute that they had arrived at the bed and breakfast she had been drinking wine, her glass was constantly being emptied and refilled; and it suddenly dawned on her that she was the only one drinking, as neither Val or Dawson drank. Now the subtle effects of the alcohol were beginning to surface; and she found her concentration wandering. Fortunately, she wasn't drunk, but the wine was easing her anxiety and determination to resolve Val's problems; and finding her self focusing on what Dawson was saying to her. In fact, she conceded that she couldn't do anything about Val right now, but at the first chance, she would have a serious talk with Val. It was then that he blindsided her. Edythe was sitting directly across from him listening to him talk, and again not paying attention to his words or deciphering their meaning; instead was patiently waiting for Val to return so they could go home. Then he had totally caught off guard as his hands reached across the table and covered hers that she instantly started to pay attention; and looked straight into her eyes and emotionlessly told her that he had every intention of fucking her. He added that it might not be today or tomorrow, but eventually he would have her; and when he did he would show her no mercy. Up Dawson's Creek Ch. 01 Edythe brain had completely shutdown and she never heard anything else from that point on; and her only reaction had been to pull her hands from his and jump from the table, making a frantic dash to the reception area. She asked them to order a cab and sat in the waiting area until it arrived. She saw Val once more before the cab arrived, she was coming back down the stairs and entering the dining area; and she had felt a tinge of resentment that Val didn't come to look for. However, by now she had sobered up enough not to care and only wanted to escape the insanity; to go home to her family and put this all behind her. Chapter IV Edythe was almost sober by the time the cab drove into the city, and as her head cleared she tried to piece everything together. She now had an understanding of what destroyed Sharon's marriage, and why Cutter and Dawson had invested so much time and energy into transforming Val; and what she thought Dawson's may have planned for her. She also realized that no matter what, her love and loyalty for Val was irrefutable, and she was resolute to rescue her friend from the depraved quagmire that she was drowning in. Unfortunately she had no idea how, but thought if she talked it over with her husband, they might come up with a plan or solution. For Edythe her family was everything, her marriage rock solid in every aspect; and she steadfastly believed that it was built on communication, honesty, trust and commitment. She kept no secrets from her husband; she always included him in her decisions relying on his support and guidance. Kerry, her husband was successful in his career as a regional manager for a major home renovation company, as was she in her career; and although her two children weren't perfect, they had their own agendas and were working hard at achieving them. They lived in an upper-middle class neighbourhood and were financially comfortable. Like most families, they had their share of ups and downs; but they were fortunate that things, for the most part worked out for the good. Kerry was a supportive husband and she knew that he overlooked her short comings. He trusted her completely, not that she gave him reason not to; and more importantly he knew how much Val was a part of her life. Although she had three older sisters, her bond with Val was not measured by birthright, but by mutual respect and compassion for each other. They had been friends since school, and although they were total opposites in personality their friendship grew to the point where they were inseparable. Where Val was the extrovert, who liked parties, drinking and everything that went with it; Edythe was the introvert, always looking for the corner to hide in. In comparison, Val was Edythe's strength and spirit; Edythe was Val's conscience and stabilizer. After Edythe explained everything to Kerry she had been unprepared for his response; in fact she was decimated by it. Kerry had been blasé, warning her out right to stay out of Val's private life, as it could only cause trouble. His insistence that Dawson was not a man to mess with, as his influence had no boundaries and her meddling could come back to haunt her when she least expected it. He even told her to forget about what Dawson had said to her, suggesting that it might have been his way to get under her skin; and it wasn't something that she could prove anyway. By the end of her conversation with Kerry she was a total shambles; and felt completely alone and afraid of what she was going to do for herself; and more importantly for Val. For a while she had heeded Kerry's advice and avoided all contact with Val. However, try as she might, she couldn't hide from her conscience; and found herself constantly fighting her guilt for not answering the phone when Val kept phoning. Days had passed and she would let Val's calls go directly into her answering machine at home and work. It got to the point where Kerry and the kids began questioning her about why she kept avoiding the inevitable, each knowing that sooner or later she would need to confront Val. What they didn't understand was how delicate the situation was, and how important it was for her to deal with Val when she was in the right frame of mind. Over the next few weeks Edythe's found the sanity returning into her life; finally convincing herself that Dawson and Kerry were right, and what Val did with her life was her own business. However, she also felt that Val should know that she wanted nothing to do with Dawson, but she would always be there for her if ever the need, no matter what the situation. She was still determined to get Val away from Dawson, but for now she would be content just to discuss her concerns and feelings with her, and to see how her friend would react. Finally she gave Val a call. Edythe was insistent that they meet in a neutral place, that way she felt that she would have some control over the situation; also she would be able to leave if the circumstance became unpleasant. A neutral place would also ensure that Dawson wouldn't show up and that would give her the opportunity to have a heart-to-heart with Val. However, even after they had spent three hours together at no time in their conversation did they even come close to discussing anything on her agenda or Dawson's obscene behaviour? Instead, Val had taken complete control of the conversation, easily dismissing her questions, while constantly promoting a party being held at the estate on the weekend; while insisting that Edythe attend; which she had absolutely no intention of. Edythe never did understand why she went to the party, as everything about the affair had disaster written all over it. She had been even more surprised that Kerry encouraged her to go; he rationalized that it might be the perfect time to talk to Val; more importantly, that Val might be less defensive and more receptive to her concerns. Whatever the reason had been; whether to get her point across to Val, the advice from Kerry, or her pride not to be a victim of Dawson's intimidation; she had decided to go. Edythe had no idea what to expect at the party, her mind had been shrouded with scenes of decadence and depravity; instead she walked into a lavishly catered affair. Everywhere she looked she noticed someone from the city's elite; men and women who made up the political, business, media and entertainment sector, the movers and shakers of the city. It had been so overwhelming, and she felt so completely out of place and her element. She would have turned and left, but was stopped by Val who had taken her over to the bar to get her a drink; promising that she would catch up with her after all the guests had arrived. Although she had promised herself that she would stay away from drinking; just bottled water, as she wanted to keep a clear head for when she talked with Val; she had accepted the glass of wine. She was about to ask her something; when Val quickly kissed her cheek and left her standing at the bar as she made her way back to Dawson's side. She suddenly realized that after all her planning about how the evening would go, were already slipping away from her; and she found herself slowly starting to enjoy the expensive wine's warmth as it permeated throughout her body. Edythe wasn't sure if was the three glasses of wine effecting her thought process or if she was actually seeing Val and Dawson in a different light; but as the evening progressed she noticed that Val's relationship with Dawson was nothing like what she thought. In fact, it almost appeared it were Val who was in control; and when she wasn't busy giving instructions to the caterers, or making the rounds and introducing guests to each other, she was locked onto Dawson's arm. She also noticed that Dawson always kept his eye on Val, watching her every move and always showing a genuine smile when she returned. The whole situation with them was so totally bewildering to her; and began to questioning that her judgment had been hasty and unwarranted, even the discussion with Dawson. The more she had watched Val and Dawson interact during the evening, the way that they laughed, hugged and kissed each other made convincing her friend to leave, somewhat of a moot point. If anything she had felt guilty of her ulterior motives and was anything but sure, that it would have been the right thing to do. There had been no question that Val was happy and enjoying her position, and was definitely in her element as the hostess; realizing that she could not justify interfering in Val's life. Instead, she did the only thing that she could do under the circumstances; and that was to have another glass of wine and join the party. Edythe noticed as the evening moved into the early morning the number of guests had significantly dropped off; and even though there were still lots of people were settling into private little groups. Around this time Val had finally joined her and offered her a tour of the house; and as they moved around the house Edythe had started to notice some peculiarities occurring. Initially, it was the way the groups had come together and started moving off into different rooms; and the main room had now become a dance floor that was slowly crowding with couples participating in what only could be described as the late-night-drunk-dance. By now, Edythe was actually starting to enjoy herself; and after the tour, arm in arm Val took her into the main room. Once inside the room they would occasionally stop to talk with an important guest or to give her time to refill her glass; and then they'd be off in another direction for even more introductions with other guests. In the short time that she spent with Val she had no idea how many drinks she consumed or people she had met; as everything had started to become an avalanche of whirling blurs. For whatever unknown reason, she had ignored the warning signs going off inside; a floating sensation starting to sneak up on her, creeping slowly inside her body as the alcohol systematically began to numb her intelligence and senses. Edythe never did now how and when she ended up the dance floor, but she had. She had found herself being passed from person to person on the dance floor; and although she had mostly danced with men there were times when she wound up with a woman. She had more drinks and dances; in fact she had felt as if she were soaring; and what concerns she had brought to the party had, her mind was void of everything. At some point Edythe had found herself in the company of an Asian, named Choi, somebody Val had introduced her to earlier. By now she had been totally under the spell of the intoxicating atmosphere and she felt less guilty about enjoying herself; and every intention of having a good time. She hadn't even objected to the sneaky way one of his massive hands had rested just above the top of her buttocks and had gently massaged the swell of her ass cheeks when they danced. She had even giggled when he rudely complimented her about the soft feel of her ass, which had thrilled her in a sensually impish way. When the tempo had changed to a slow anaesthetized beat the lights dimmed; and now hidden from the other dancers around them, he had grabbed the opportunity to fondle her breasts. Surprisingly, she had made no attempt to the crude groping or his hand sliding inside the neckline of her dress. It had reached the point where even the obscene things that he had whispered in her ear as they danced close together; for some unexplainable reason weren't bothering her. They had danced for what had seemed like an eternity, and he had shown no desire to allow anyone to cut in, until she had suddenly felt a hand on her arm. Val was standing there smiling, and for one brief moment she semi-sobered up and had tried to straighten her disheveled appearance. At first she was glad to see Val, but in all honesty had been a little disappointed that she had intruded. When Val had suggested that she rest for awhile, she had almost said no, but instead had allowed Val to take her from the dance floor. Val had taken her down a hallway to a room at the back of house; and had told her to lie down on the couch while she arranged for a ride home for her; leaving her alone, lying on the couch as her friend turned the lights off as she left the room and closed the door. Edythe had problems initially; the effects of the wine and dancing had her head spinning, especially when she had closed her eyes to fight off the wild spin and nausea. Eventually she had dozed off, alone and in a dark room; until suddenly, there was light and she found herself cuddling in Dawson's arms on the couch. If she hadn't been so disoriented from the alcohol, she would have tried to get up and leave, but she had either the energy or desire; and even stranger. Edythe had tried to talk, but had ended up giggling as her slurred words where nonsensical, which had only served to make him laugh, and she snuggled back into her arms. Then as he pulled her even closer; he told her how glad he was that she had came to the party; and she had actually enjoyed hearing the compliment. It had been no surprise that Dawson kissed her or that as his lips descended onto hers, or that she had been willingly receptive; enjoying his thick tongue slowly sliding freely inside her mouth. Her reaction had been natural and her own intuitive actions only further encouraged his tongue to delve deeper inside her mouth. The more she responded, the more self-assured he had became; it had become an endless erotic circle of her giving and him taking. While his large hand kneaded her breasts through her dress and brassiere, his fingers had easily found her sensitive nipples and began tweaking them. The more he had toyed with her breasts and nipples with the calculated precision of a surgeon; the greater intensity that her body was beleaguered with erotic sensations. She had never tried to pull away from him; instead she had been content to voluntarily succumb to her building arousal, savoring his probing tongue stroking in and out between her lips as his fingers teased her tingling nipples. As she had with Choi, she was compliant to Dawson's ardent intentions; and had eagerly positioned herself against the back of the sofa as her own desire began to surface. Even in her drunken and sexual daze she had known that she was acting no better than Val had; but with Dawson's skillful exploitation, she passionately needed to finish what she had no control over. She had moved her body into a position so that she could wrap her arms around his thick neck; knowing that her initiative would signal her submission. That she was willingly offering herself to Dawson, and she knew that she would not be able to stop him from doing what he wanted. When he had dropped his free hand to the hem of her dress and slipped it up under the material and onto her warm nylon covered thighs; she had heard her own moaning as his large thick fingers slid between her legs and started massaging her vagina through her panties. She had no desire to delay the pleasure building: and had willingly parted her legs to give him greater access to between her thighs. Then after he had pulled her dress up around her waist, he wasted no time to snake his hand inside her panties, his thick finger sliding and probing the inside her of gaping vagina. Her whole body had immediately reacted to his electrifying touch and she had thrust her hips up from the cushion and impaled herself onto his thick finger. She had screwed her pelvis in small circles in time to the tenacious massaging that her throbbing clit was receiving; the stimulation liberating her suppressed libido. Her body was a mass of electrical mini orgasms; as Dawson's long thick finger was buried as deep as it could go inside her vagina; while his thumb had rubbed her clit incessantly. She had never noticed or remembered when her bra and panties were removed, only that her dress had been bunched uncomfortably around waist; as she lay back into the soft cushions of the sofa. She had struggled to wrestle her dress away from her waist, her hands pushing the material downward; before Dawson used one of his hands to move it over her knees allowing her to kick it on the floor, leaving her completely naked. He had immediately moved up on top of her and she had eagerly spread her thigh wide open as he moved in closer. She had looked down between her breasts and saw his thick penis in his hand; and working the foreskin back and forth as he aimed the monstrous head at her throbbing cunt. She had almost fainted, her arousal increasing by the second as she felt the thick head of his cock nudge inside the folds of labia; and his hand began moving the head up and down inside her pulsating lips, her own hot juices lubricating its movement. His forward movement was soon felt when the thick helmet of his cock began inching inside her vagina; and her body had instantly braced itself, as she arched her pelvis upward as she prepared for his impending penetration. She had heard the voice calling her name, the urgency in the tone causing her to react as if she had been hit with ice water; and instead of being fucked by Dawson, she had found herself staring up into the eyes of Val, and began to cry. Words had been exchanged between Val and Dawson, before Val had taken her to the bathroom and helped her clean up and dress; all the time she tried to explain what happened. Val told her not to worry about any thing, because nobody would find out. She had stayed and talked with Val for over an hour before she went home, sober and for most part her mind at ease; although still unable to shake the guilt. However one thing had been etched in her mind: it had been something that Dawson had said, and more importantly had been right; as he had promised, he had made her beg him to fuck her. Edythe had found the next few days after the party, agonizing; unable to get in touch with Val and terrified to talk to her husband; she had become frantic to free herself from her mental anguish. Kerry and the kids had noticed the change in her mood, their constant questions were tearing at her nerves; and she kept waiting for something to happen, before she said or made a mistake. The need to talk with Val had become desperate and paramount; and she had no recourse but to keep calling her at the bank rather that at her home. Then Val had finally called her, and for the first time in days she had felt a mild sense of relief when she heard her voice and that Val suggested they meet that day. The meeting had been difficult, with her crying, trying to explain and apologize for what happened; Val had been calm and reassuring, insisting that she should put it out of her mind and get back to her life. When Val had taken her home, she had suggested that they should take off for the weekend and enjoy some girl time, which she had eagerly agreed to. Val had told her to leave everything to her and as she would set something up and call her with the details For the first time in days, Edythe had been relaxed and approachable at home, she wasn't quite a hundred percent, but near enough. So when she had told Kerry about Val's offer; he had almost appeared to be relieved that she was going to be gone for a few days; as the strain of having to live with her moods had obviously taken their toll on him. As promised Val called with the arrangements; however she also added that Dawson needed her to delivery a package and gets some papers signed while they were there, but they would still have a couple of days to do whatever they wanted. Dawson gloated, as he watched her body jerking to a halt from the final spasms of the orgasm she had just experienced. Val's groans subsided slowly as he slowed his thrusts to coincide with her completion. She lay spread-eagled and still, his thick cock was embedded deep inside her wide-stretched cunt. Dawson grinned in lewd satisfaction as he slowly began working the throbbing flesh from between her legs. He pulled gently, his eyes focusing on the pink moist flesh clasping to his cock, as if it didn't want to let go. He gave a quick tug, and with a wet sucking noise it suddenly slipped out all the way; she was smiling and groaning as she rolled over on to her side, one arm covering her eyes from the light. Up Dawson's Creek Ch. 01 "Val, every time I fuck you, it gets better, that was beautiful," Dawson rasped, reaching down to lift the still form from the floor. "Ohhh ..." Val moaned. "Mmmmm ..." Groaning softly this time, rising to one elbow on the carpet. "Val, you are perfect in every way," Dawson laughed appreciatively. "You'll never know how much you have added a new dimension to my life this past year. " Val laughed with him pulling herself up off the floor to the standing position, "and speaking of that, I had better get dressed and make the final preparations for my girl time with Edythe." "You're probably the only woman in the world who is as decadent as I am." He said, patting her on the ass playfully, pausing to jiggle the soft resilient flesh for a moment. "Edythe will be a perfect acquisition for our plans, so I don't need to tell you how important this is to us. Besides she's a fucking contradiction, she lives in one world of white picket fences and moral judgment, but after a few drinks she's spreads her legs like a fucking whore, begging to be fucked. She needs to be taught a lesson; to get a different prospective on life." "Dawson, I love Edythe like a sister; "Val smirked, "but, business is business, and you know only to well what that means? Anyway, Edythe needs a good old fashioned fucking; sometimes she can be so prim and proper, especially the way she placates me, always implying that she one notch above me. I shouldn't have stopped you fucking her at the party; that would have knocked the loving wife ego out of her, stop her from fucking lauding that husband of hers over everyone." "Yes," Dawson agreed, "I'm still a little miffed about that, you should have let me fuck her, especially when she was fucking begging me! It would have been great to leave her on the couch with cum dripping from her cunt! "I know ... I know!" Val pouted. "But, we need to get her in a position that she can't wriggle out of with an excuse of a momentary lapse of infidelity that her precious hubby could find forgivable. She needs to be knee deep in shit, with no drugs or alcohol to blame; and with no alternative but to agree with our terms and conditions. That my dear Dawson is good business sense, don't you agree?" "I've trained you well, my love?" Dawson laughed: "In fact, maybe too well, sometimes I forget just how fucking ruthless you can be; in bed and business." "Don't you forget that Mr. Dawson," Val kidded along with him, "so when you finally do get to sink your fucking cock inside her; just remember that you not only get to fuck her, but you will fucking own her! " "All this talking is making me fucking horny, again!" Dawson grunted. "Don't worry, everything is set up, Lazlo is taking care of everything his end; although he did emphasis that he was pissed at not getting to fuck Edythe. But your financial incentive handled that problem. The bottom line, in three days she's all yours! Val purred; now dressed, and taking the time to brush her hair. "Have fun, Val!" Dawson smiled, kissing her gently on her lips, "Don't forget to call with progress reports, so I can make the final phases for Edythe's employment application." "I'll call you from Lazlo's place later this evening, hopefully by tomorrow morning it should be all over and a go! If not, Lazlo has another option we could explore, but I don't think it will be necessary," Val cooed, returning his kiss before she left the room and closed the door behind her. Dawson took the call early Saturday morning, it was short and to the point; everything had gone off without a hitch and he should have the disks shortly. They would be home Monday evening and he could close the deal Tuesday. The conservation was one ended, the message given and the call terminated. The look etched on his face, could only be described as a wild and predatory lust, as he put the phone done and finished his breakfast. They had taken separate cabs from the airport, as Edythe was exhausted from the weekend and was eager to get home to her family; whereas Val was full throttle and was already on her cell phone with Dawson. The drug had worked perfectly on Edythe; just as it had with Sharon; and that Lazlo had everything coordinated to perfection. She mentioned that Edythe had asked a few question about what happened after meeting with Lazlo; but seemed to accept her answers and was completely unaware of what took place. There was no denying the air of exhilaration in her voice when she told Dawson that Edythe had already agreed to drop by the condo the following afternoon, before she ended the call. For Edythe it had been a fun few days, even though it started out a little tense and uneventful; they had met with Lazlo and joined him for an early supper. After supper, the time and events had become somewhat hazy. In fact she remembered very little, other than Val and Lazlo taking care of a few business matter, a few drinks and some harmless conversation, it had felt as if she had done nothing of note. From then on the following days were hectic; as she was determined to find the right time and place to clear the air between her and Val; to stress how important it was for her to atone for her previous opinions and mistakes. For most part everything seemed to work out in her favor; in addition to having the time to shop, dine, catch a play and go to an exclusive nightclub, courtesy of Lazlo connections. It had been just like old times, and by the time they boarded the plane any concerns or guilt that she had suppressed inside, were resolved and put to rest. Dawson shared Val's excitement, his mind reliving the events on the disk Val had sent him. He was very pleased with the results; and even if the actual events weren't totally explicit, there was no way that Edythe could not disregard the innuendoes. The plan had been carefully construed and executed to exaggerate her participating in some very compromising and disreputable situations; some showing her either naked or semi-naked. Val used the same drug on Edythe as she had on her sister; although it was of a higher concentrate so as to make the effect last longer, in addition to easily rendering her subservient to ambiguously asked requests. It had worked to perfection; it was so ingenious and foolproof, and although subjective; the evidence suggested different and would be almost impossible to deny. The mere thought of tomorrow's meeting with Edythe was so salaciously arousing to his deviancy; that his mind kept playing out the depraved scenarios open to him. To be able to sit and revel in his calculated dissolution of her resolve; to strip away her arrogance and then her pride, until he had subjugated every moral fiber inside her; and then to make her beg him to fuck her. For the first time in a long time, he had become impatient; and by the time Val arrived at the estate he knew exactly the approach he was going to take with Edythe. Satisfied with his plan; he decided he would discuss his plans over with Val and get her input; but first, he was only interested in one thing from Val, and that was a long and wild night of fucking.