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Story Two Ch. 01

By: samdare



It has been over a year since my previous story, and while this tale has a few of the same characters involved, it isn't necessary to have read the other story first, though I do hope this will stir you into reading the previous offering. For those of you who have emailed me in the past, I thank you, and hope to hear from you again, along with anyone else who likes my stories.

SD

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I had been following her for a while now. I followed her to work, and watched her taking her kids to school. She kept to quite a rigid timetable which was good for me, even her Monday afternoon trips to her mother's could be timed to the nearest 10 minutes. Her patterns were pretty much the same week in week out, even going to the same supermarket straight from work on Thursdays, and now the time was right. 

She had a confident walk, kept her head held high and never missed a step in her high heels. She had long flowing brunette hair, which shone in the sunlight, like in those adverts you see on the box for shampoo. In her heels she was nearly 6 feet tall, her legs were slim and usually covered in nylon, I liked that. Her cheek bones were high, her lips begged to be kissed, and the cleavage of her C cup tits, was usual there for all to see. Two kids hadn't made a mess of her figure, which was slim, and almost athletic.

She had only been home 15 minutes when her ex husband arrived to pick up the kids for a two week holiday, and as she waved them off, still in her work clothes, I pulled the mask over my head. My heart was beating like fuck, and I knew taking her now wasn't exactly the plan, but hell, I didn't want to wait any longer. 

Conveniently, her garage was built on to the side of the house. I had moved a few things to get my van in there, but I banked on her not going in there, in the time she would have spent ushering the kids to get their stuff together. I knew she had never once put her car in the garage. The kid's bikes and assorted boxes made it virtually impossible to put her car in it, so I was quite happy she wouldn't notice my van, in her closed garage. 

As I made my way in through the unlocked front door, I heard her singing along to the radio. Then I caught a glimpse of her bending to put a few items of clothing in her washing machine. I made my way silently into the kitchen. I watched her pull open the drawer for the washing powder. I could smell her now, her deodorant, a cheap brand, but one I had come to recognise, after sniffing it on Cynthia while she was totally unaware. It hung in the air now, and I assume she had gone to the toilet at work, and then sprayed a little more on, before she left to come home. 

As I stood there I asked myself, why the fuck was I doing this, and then I remembered why. 

I moved forward as she turned round. Her blue eyes opened wide in shock. She dropped the washing powder at her feet, and backed against the work top. Her eyes looked at the mask I was wearing, and then the gun pointing at her. Her eyes questioned me, and then she realised something was terribly wrong. I moved forward just as she started shaking her head. I grabbed her arm and spun her round, and put my free hand over her mouth. I pressed the barrel of the gun in her temple, as the padding round my waist pressed into her back.

"Money, and jewellery, now," I hissed in a foreign accent. 

A trembling finger pointed to her handbag. I walked her forwards, and whispered in her ear, "Open it."

Fumbling fingers pulled the flap off her bag, and she yanked out her purse. She opened it and handed me what amounted to around £20 in total.

"More," I snarled and cocked the gun.

She whimpered into my hand, and pointed to the living room. I walked her forward and she gestured up at a doll sat high on shelf.

"I will let you go and reach for it. Any sudden move and I blow a hole in your back."

She nodded frantically. She moved forward and I watched from a few steps away as her calf muscles flexed as she reached up. She turned to me and took the top off the doll. She reached in and pulled out a roll of notes. I snatched them from her and pushed them in my pocket. 

"Good, jewellery now."

I climbed the stairs behind her, again watching her legs. I took the jewellery box and then spotted her lap top, "Bring it."

We went downstairs and I taped her hands behind her back, and put a small strip over her mouth before the pleading the started. I pointed the gun at the back of head, and shoved her to the back door which went straight into the garage.

I secured her in the back of my van, blindfolded her, and took my mask off. I went back through the house, locking the door, and made sure everything was switched off. I opened the garage door, drove the van out, and then shut the garage door. 

Getting her up to my flat wasn't going to be easy. I knew Keith and his trophy wife were away, but that still left Mrs Johnston on the ground floor, she would probably shit a brick if she watched me struggling to get the bound Cynthia up the stairs. 

I walked her into the flat and sat her in a chair. Keeping up my foreign accent I made her nodded her head to my demands to keep quiet. I took off her gag, but left the blindfold on. At least I didn't have to wear that fucking awful itchy mask again. 

"Not what you expected Cynthia? Well, I won't be here long, just long enough to tell you how I got lucky."

"Let me go, please," she panted. 

"I don't want to hear anything from you, unless I ask, do you understand?"

"Yes," she gasped, and then nodded her head. 

"We have until it the early hours, and then we are going into town. You will then withdraw your money from the cash machine, and then you will never see me again. Do you understand?"

She nodded and then said, "Yes."

"While we have a few hours, tell me about your arrangement, with the man from the Spider club."

Her mouth dropped open, shocked by what I had asked. 

"This is his flat; I burgled it two nights ago. He came back and now, well best you don't go in the spare room. Now talk."

She cleared her throat, and started trying to find the right words to say. 

"He, was supposed to, kidnap me, sometime next, next week. It was just a, a fantasy. He was supposed to come in and hold a....knife. Please don't kill me."

At that point I stripped off her blindfold. 

Once again those big blue eyes opened wide. She looked at the padding around my stomach, making me appear to be much fatter than I actually am. I lifted my jumper and pulled out the padding. 

"You bastard, you fucking prick. You changed your accent, my god I thought it was you, but the gun and how you spoke, fucking idiot, untie my hands. I said nothing about you pretending to rob me, we didn't agree to that, you fucking dickhead."

"Cynthia, I told you I'd put a few twists in it."

"Twists you moron?! I didn't expect you to pick me up half an hour after the kids had gone. I had things planned for this evening."

"Okay, maybe I got a little enthusiastic, but you did say you wanted it as real as I could make it, and you'd leave the details to me."

I untied her and handed her a glass of vodka. 

She sighed and then stared at me, took a sip of her vodka, and then sat quietly for awhile. 

"God, it was just what I wanted too. Look maybe you could do it again, something different. Perhaps we could carry on?"

"I don't know it wouldn't be the same you would be expecting it."

She drained the last of her drink and pulled her skirt right up. 

"Look stockings, I know they are your favourite," she said with a teasing smile.

She stayed the night, we fucked, and then I took her home. Maybe I had gone too far, but what would be the point if she knew it was me from the start?

Now and then I like to go for a walk, just a stroll around the town and the river. On this particular day I was still wondering about Cynthia, and what would have happened if I had decided to keep going with her fantasy, but she had real terror in her eyes, and I just couldn't carry on after seeing how scared she was. 

I had walked from Hangman's Cottage, past Judge Jeffreys old court house, up to the top of town and the statue of Thomas Hardy, which over looks the busy round-a-bout, and then to the car park. 

I got in my car, turned the key, and pulled out of the parking space. I stopped as a car approached, it kept approaching. It was getting nearer and nearer. I blasted my horn, but it didn't stop and, bang! 

Still she drove into me, and right now I'm thinking off all the fucking hassle with the insurance company. My mind quickly flipped to what Judge Jeffreys would do, perhaps a hanging, he liked those. Thomas Hardy would look at it differently I guess, but someone once told me he was a grumpy old fucker. 

As she emerged from her car she looked shaken, she looked at the front of her white escort and I saw her shoulders drop. 

She turned to face me and brushed the fallen strands of her clipped up dyed blond hair behind her ear. She looked back at the damage, and then back to me, by this time I was on my feet stood next to her.

"I'm real sorry," she said in a quivering voice. 

I looked at the side of my car, funny how you remember it as it was just before a prang, but at least the damage wasn't that bad. 

"Fuck, he's going to kill me," she mumbled.

She wasn't talking to me, just stating something to her self. 

"I'm sure he won't, anyway there is only minor damage. My car isn't that bad, but yours will probably need a paint job. Still you're okay, I'm okay, and that's the main thing."

She turned to look at me, and the tears in her eyes surprised me. 

"It's really not that bad, I'm sure Judge Jeffreys wouldn't hang you for that," I said, still thinking about my earlier thoughts.

She wasn't listening to me. She had reached back into her car, and I really tried not to stare at her ass, moulded nicely in the tight navy blue knee length skirt. She stood up holding her purse. 

"How much do you want? I mean to fix the car."

At first I'm guessing no insurance, Judge Jeffreys would be salivating at this news, but this woman doesn't look the sort not to have insurance. The tears started again, and I stood there feeling like I had just called her a few rude names, but I hadn't, in fact I was being quite considerate. 

"I've only got 40 pounds, that's not enough is it?" 

The tears came again, and the shaking hands holding the money out seemed a little over the top. I glanced at an old couple who had stopped to stare. Old people do that; they stop and gawp at anything. The young mum pushing her pram past had quickened her step; young people don't want to get involved, although she did glance back now and then. 

"I've got this mate who runs a garage, and he owes me a favour, let's see what he has to say, and honestly it isn't that bad."

"Will he look at my car too?"

"Yeah, he'll give you a decent price."

"Can he do it before, well, Sunday?"

Why I looked at my watch I don't know, it hasn't got the days of the week on it.

"Could he? If my, boyfriend sees it, he'll kill me."

She followed me to my mate's garage. I tried ignoring the busty blonde in a bikini on the calendar with her tits stuck out, covered in droplets of water. My mate waffled on, and my mind transposed the tear stained face of the woman who hit my car, to the busty blonde smiling down from the wall of his garage. 

Finally after a lot of pleading he arranged her paint job the next afternoon, and my car two days after!

I ended up giving her a lift back to work, and telling her not to worry about paying the £150 her car would cost straightaway. I said I'd sort it and she could pay me when she could. I dropped her off at the Farmer's Union where she worked, and watched her ass wiggling in her skirt as she walked away. Then I sat there thinking; why the fucking have I just let her walk all over me like that? 

A week later I had another prang, not in my car, but down an alleyway. I was punched to the ground, kicked, and then spat at, and told, "Stay away from her, you cunt."

I sat in a hospital bed for two days with two sore ribs, a twisted knee, and countless bruises. I told the police the truth. I was jumped from behind, wrestled to the ground, and had the shit beaten out of me by two, or maybe, three men. 

The only visitor I had was my daughter, until halfway through the second afternoon, when the woman from the accident came in. Flowers and a bunch of grapes aren't exactly the best things to aid recovery, but at least the thought was there I guess. 

She placed them on the bed and just stared down at me, and then it all fell into place. I did have a suspicion it was her husband or boyfriend, or some guys who had been paid to do me in, hell deep down I knew it was something to do with her. 

"You haven't told the police, have you?"

"Oh I'm doing okay thank you very much," I replied sarcastically, and then winced as I pushed myself up the bed.

"Sorry, he made me tell him, he wanted to know why there weren't the usual scratches on his car. I just said, well I told him about the accident."

Her sobbing was getting on my nerves, but that wasn't really what was pissing me off. 

"Lady, somewhere along the line I've turned into the victim, twice. Your husband, seems to think I was trying to chat you up, or something, now tell me how the fucking hell that works out?"

"He, he's not my husband, he's well, that's beside the point. We exchanged numbers and he well, he must have seen your name on my mobile."

"Oh, and did he ask you about it?"

"Mark doesn't ask," she said lowering her head.

"I should have deleted your number, but I still owe you the money, he saw the text about, well asking me when we could meet."

"Oh fuck, and he thought you and I were, seeing each other? Well why the hell didn't you explain it? Oh I know because Mark doesn't listen. Sharon isn't it? Sharon, right now, you are the last person I want to see."

"But are you going to tell the police? I need to know."

"Yes he bloody well is, aren't you dad?"

Sharon stepped back from the bed, as my daughter came in and gave her glare that would sink a battleship. 

"If dad doesn't tell them, then I will."

"I can expect more of these then," Sharon said, and lowered her big round sunglasses.

For once my daughter had nothing to say, but not for long, "Well leave the prick then."

"It's not that easy, I've got nowhere to go."

"Well the police would be my first stop. Look what he did to my dad."

"You don't leave a man like Mark Welch," Sharon mumbled, covered up the bruise on her right eye with her sunglasses again, and then left.

"Michelle, what are you doing?"

"Calling the police, dad her boyfriend is a right crook, and his mates are all thugs or worse. I know who he is, the bastard needs locking up."

"Michelle, put the phone down. Michelle, put the bloody phone down, now!"

She huffed and threw it on the bed.

"Let me think."

Her arms went up in the air, and she turned away exasperated, "Think about what exactly? God men, you're all so bloody stupid."

Two days later I was home. My daughter had been coming round to my flat since then. Nursing me in her lunch hour wasn't her favourite past time, but she showed up morning, noon, and night. 

The doorbell went and I hobbled to it on my crutches, cursing every movement which jarred my ribs. There she was, Sharon. It took her a few moments to say something, she watched me wobbling, my crutch slipped and I feel forward. She grabbed me and stopped me falling flat on my face. My ribs ached, and I grumbled through gritted teeth at her to hold me until the pain ceased.

I could smell her perfume on her slender neck, my nose felt the tickle of her blonde hair, and I could hear her breathing as she struggled to hold me up. 

"I hope your boyfriend's not down the stairs?"

As I straightened back up she said, "I've left him."

I nodded, "Good, so how did he take it?"

"He doesn't know, I only decided to do it today, well this morning, an hour ago, really."

My eyes looked down to the suitcase tucked to the side of my door. Sharon watched me watching her, my face dropped as the cogs started rolling into action in my head. Why would she bring her case up two flights of stairs? I suppose it's obvious, she didn't want to leave it outside. She could have left it just inside the door at the foot of the stairs, but she didn't, she dragged it all the way up to my flat.

She stood there looking a little worried now.

"Sharon, I've got this crazy idea, that you've got this crazy idea that well, I've got a spare bed, which I haven't by the way."

"I've got nowhere to go."

"Well couldn't you stay with friends?"

"Mark knows all my friends," she said in a desperately lost voice.

"What about a hotel then?"

"I know I shouldn't ask, but it would just be for a few days, until I'm sorted. Besides, you look like you need someone to help you. Please don't turn me away?"

It was the tears which did it. I moved aside.

"I promise I won't be any trouble."

I just stared at her, wondering if she had actually said those words. 

We had a cup of tea, like you do, and she told me her life story, well how she split up with her ex husband, and then stumbled into Mark. Mister charm himself apparently, until the drink got into him, by that time it was too late, she asked him to leave and fists started flying. Then of course the flowers turned up the day after, and so the sorry cycle began.

My daughter took the news quite well, well until she exploded a nanosecond later. Gradually over the course of an hour I settled Michelle down, until she left my flat, angrily growling about my complete lack of sense.

"Well that went well," I said with a huff.

"I will be gone in a few days, I promise," Sharon mumbled.

By the fourth day I was wondering if this was all some sort of joke. That was until I went into my bathroom to take a pee, and there she stood in a towel, having just got out of the shower. 

"God sorry," I said.

She just froze and looked at me.

"I wasn't staring," I mumbled, and then realised I was.

I backed out of the bathroom and hobbled back to the lounge. As I sat there I couldn't get the image of her pale skin covered in water droplets, the way she had her hair pinned up, sort of haphazard so as not to get it wet, out of my head. The way her eyes looked at me, and the cute worried expression on her slightly open mouth, oh, and the cleavage too, which was squeezed together by the tightly wrapped towel all wouldn't leave me alone, not even when she walked in the lounge 20 minutes later.

"I'm sorry I forgot to lock the door. Mark didn't like me locking the door," she said quietly. 

Her voice trailed off, and I could see on her face she was recounting something bad which happened.

"Sharon, first of all thanks for looking after me."

"I know, I'll be gone soon, please just a few more days," she said as tears filled her eyes.

The following day while Sharon was at work, Grace came round. It was early in the morning and I was still in bed. She stood in the bedroom doorway staring at me.

"I've found out a little about him. Mark Welch is a drug smuggler. Well he doesn't do the smuggling, although he goes to Spain every month. The police suspect him, but as yet they haven't been able to find any evidence. I don't think she knows. Is she still here by the way?"

"Yes, for a few more days."

Grace pulled back the bedcovers and stood looking down on me. She gave me a slight smile, and reached behind her. Her long black dress slid to the floor, and underneath she was completely naked. She stepped out of her shoes, and crawled on the bed like some sort of big cat, stalking her prey. 

"Grace, I'm really not in the mood."


Story Two Ch. 01



She tossed her head backwards, sending her long black hair up and off her face. My shorts got pulled down, and I winced as I lifted my ass off the bed. 

"Got you now, haven't I?" She hissed.

Her tongue came out and touched the tip of my cock, naturally it stirred. 

"Don't worry, I'll be careful," she said with a smile, which suggested she wanted me to doubt her.

She licked and sucked gently for awhile, until my cock was stood up right. She sat back and started lifting and massaging her breasts, and tweaking and pinching her nipples.

"Perhaps I should leave you like that?" she pondered to herself, "I've got this guy who likes me getting him all worked up while he's tied to the bed. I get him all hard, and then leave him for a few minutes. Then I come back and tease him some more. He knows I'll never let him fuck me, but he comes to the club every week, and we play our game, and then he leaves."

Grace moved up the bed and spread her legs. Her hairless pussy was just an inch of my cock. 

"I crouch like this for a few minutes, as he begs me to lower myself on him. I tell him if he wants me he'll have grow another inch. His face gets all red, and then tears of exasperation start in his eyes. His frustration reaches boiling point after a few minutes, and then I move up to his face."

Grace climbed up the bed, until her pussy was inches from my face. 

"Then I look down on him, and laugh. I ask him if he wants to eat my pussy. He nods, and I finger myself right over his head. I tell him to stick his tongue out, and to stretch it in my warm...wet...pussy. He tries, but he can't reach. He's so close to heaven, but he just can't make it...he gets so very worked up," Grace stared at me and then carried on the verbal torment in her thickly sexual laden husky voice, "then I stand up on the bed, and smother his face with my foot. I moan and groan at him, telling him what a worthless prick he is. I ask him to tell me how much he loves me, while I rub my foot against his balls. Then I ask him what he would do for me if I let him fuck me, or kiss my pussy. He spouts all sorts of things. Then I kick him in the bollocks, get off the bed, and switch on the butt plug which is deep in his ass." 

"Charming, you're all heart Grace."

"He usually shoots within a few seconds, all over his belly, and there he stays for maybe a few minutes, or maybe half an hour, sometimes longer, but only when I decide he can go home, to his wife."

Grace lowered her pussy on my face, and I licked, and sucked, a little wary that she might swing her foot. She moved down the bed, and I felt the slick warmth of her cunt on my cock. Her movements were slow and gentle. Her pussy and my cock were the only contact between us. I thrust up a little, and winced as my ribs reminded me, why I'm laying in the bed in the first place. 

"Lay still you idiot, let me do the work."

So I did lie still, feeling the warmth from her pussy sliding over my cock like a glove. I reached up and trailed my finger down the bead of sweat, which rolled between her large breasts. 

My eyes closed and I concentrated on the feel of her pussy. If half the men in the club knew Grace was such a great lover, I think her reputation as a Dom would be hard to keep up. Speaking of keeping up, I never could with her. The difference between men and women is sometimes a curse, but it wasn't going to be long before my dick started erupting. Grace knew, she always did, she grinned down at me, and then after 10 minutes or so she got off!

"Fuck, what are you doing?" I hissed.

She jerked her thumb over her shoulder. I looked in the direction she pointed at, and there stood Sharon. Her mouth was open, and she looked like she was rooted to the spot. She mumbled an apology and went to move away.

"You can finish him off, if you like?" Grace said with a cheeky little smile on her face.

I knew Sharon was trying to say something, but words never came from her mouth, she just shook her head, in a slow unbelieving manner. 

Grace wrapped her hand round my bewildered cock, and gave it the last few tugs it needed to have spunk shooting in the air, and landing on my belly. Sharon didn't move, again she seemed unable to tear herself away. 

"Well, I'm off, oh, where's my money?"

Grace pulled up her dress, and then picked up the money from on top of the drawers. She winked at me, grinned, and then breezed out of the flat, like only Grace can.

The door slamming shut finally sparked me into life. I wiped the spunk from my belly and chest, and cursed as I tugged my shorts back up. 

Sharon was sat in the lounge when I hobbled in.

"I'm sorry, but I didn't know you had....well, company."

I scratched my head trying to think of something to say.

"I didn't realise you paid for sex. Sorry I interrupted you. I was sort of mesmerised by that big spider tattoo on her back. I wasn't really staring at, well you know."

"Sharon, I wasn't paying Grace for sex. We've got this business."

"Well I did wonder what work you did, and you never told me when I asked. Then there's those magazines half hidden in the cupboard, those whips and masks and that sort of thing. Are you a pimp, is Grace one of your, girls?"

"Sharon, you've got the wrong end of the stick."

She spun round to face me for the first time, "Does your daughter know what you do?"

"Well, yes she does actually."

Sharon's eyes opened wide in shock, she huffed in disgust and shook her head. Before I could say another word she was heading out of the flat. I hobbled after her begging her to let me explain. She turned at the door and shook her head like she was disappointed in me.

"Don't bother trying to explain," she hissed, "it's obvious, you wanted me to find those magazines, was I really supposed to just take over from, her? Was that it? Was that a test to see if I could become another one of your, whores? I'll be back to collect my things later. My god, I nearly jumped from the frying pan into the fire here, didn't I?"

One thing I've learned is never to stop a woman in full flow, but this time that lesson had been forgotten. I grabbed her arm and tried to pull her back in the flat. I've been called a bastard before, and slapped round the face, both of which I could deal with, but getting a kick in the balls, and being called a, "fucking creep," was a painful shock. If half of what Sharon said was true, Judge Jeffreys would have me deported to Australia!

I stood doubled over, as the entrance door down below to the flats slammed shut. As I started straightening up, my next door neighbour Keith and his wife were just leaving their flat. Keith is around 56 and a big fish in the city, his wife is 25 and one hell of a fuck. Keith thinks I'm a moron, and has tried to get me out of the flats. His trophy wife, with her fake boobs, fake tan, and wandering hands has tried, and succeeded a few times, to get me in their flat.

I smiled through the pain and said, "Nice day."

Keith looked me over from head to foot, noting my bruises and bandages, "It's raining," he hissed. 

"Oh what happened to you?" Susan asked.

"I beat Judge Jeffreys at cards."

"Oh dear, he's a sore loser then?" Susan said in one of her sexy dumb blond moments.

"Come on, or we'll be late," Keith hissed, and dragged her to the top of the stairs. 

Susan looked over her shoulder and made a kissing shape with her full red lips. I watched her totter behind him, on her impossibly high green heels.

As I shut the door my smile dropped, I thought of Sharon, and how I could make her understand ran through my head. The last thing she would want to know was I was a partner in a BDSM club. I hid that from her when she asked what I did for a job. Maybe I could have hidden the magazines a little better, but hell, this is my flat. So now she thinks I've got designs on her becoming one of "my girls." 

I had to make Sharon see sense, or at least explain things. It was obvious she wasn't going to listen to me at my flat, so me being a man, I decided to go to her office. I figured she would have to listen to me there. I hobbled to the Farmers Union building, and let myself in. 

"What can I do for you," a voice started to say, and then the woman looked up, "Sir," came out of her mouth, but only just. I guess it was the bruises on my face, my shorts, and the stick which stopped her in her tracks. 

She got Sharon on the phone, all the time eyeing me with suspicion. Finally she put the phone down and took a deep breath. 

"I'm afraid she doesn't want to see you. I'm going to have to ask you to, leave."

"Fine, I'll leave, but first I'm going to....." I looked round the reception and saw just what I needed, "I'm going to the conference room, and I'm going to interrupt pig farmers meeting, by dropping my shorts, and showing them my ass. Perhaps you could tell Sharon that?"

Her fingers tapped rapidly on the phone, and she repeated, in a hushed voice, what I had said. Seconds later the door behind her burst open and there stood Sharon. She pulled me to a side room, starting with the, "Are you mad?" speech.

The door slammed behind us, as I tried to recover from the pain shooting through my leg. 

"I'm already on a last warning, and if this gets out, I'll be fired."

"Then shut the fuck up, and listen," I snapped.

She did, which amazed me. I told her about the club and Grace, and why I hid the truth from her. I explained to her I wasn't the pimp she thought I was, and I had no desire to turn her into a prostitute. I explained the magazines were catalogues, which Grace and I received, and used them to stock the club. I told her because of what happened with her ex, I was trying to keep it all a secret from her. The money wasn't payment for sex with Grace, but part of our earnings, which was passed to me when Grace was on holiday. 

"Sharon, I'll understand if you still want to leave, but find somewhere first before you do."

She took a deep breath, nodded, and then half smiled, "Maybe I'll get us something special for tea, to say sorry you understand?"

We smiled at each other, and she went to pull open the door and stopped. She turned to me and asked, "Would you really have shown your ass to the pig farmers?"

I smiled but didn't answer her.

That evening I found myself watching Sharon move around the kitchen, and got lost in visions of me and Sharon doing, well, anything but eating. 

The way she went from one thing to another, occasionally scratching her neck, and muttering to her self, had me thinking, I could get used to this. In the end I opted for moving to the lounge, and trying to concentrate on the world cup football on the telly. 

Sharon breezed in with bits and pieces, laying the table, and bringing in the cutlery. I found myself admiring her confident stride, and the way her tits jiggled a little. Her ass too got my attention, and her legs sticking out of a knee length black skirt, in black tights. I smiled to myself hoping they were stockings. She wasn't wearing slippers, just the black nylon covered her feet, but her red painted toes were enough to get my imagination going, god I could suck on those for ages.

Finally I reprimanded myself, but I was curious as to why a button on her blouse had come open, somewhere as she cooked or moved about. Also the refreshed smell of her perfume wafted to my nostrils, and was I mistaken, or had she clipped her hair up again when she went to the bathroom 10 minutes ago?

She dithered at the table to my left, reaching out across it. Her leg came back for balance as she adjusted something. I followed the contours of her ankle, calf, and back of her knee, up to her thigh, which was conveniently showing through the back split in her skirt. 

Was she deliberately teasing me? If she was she was making a good job of doing it in a subtle way, not once had she looked in my direction since she started back and forth, from the kitchen to the living room, now a half a dozen times. I decided I was picking things up which was down to my imagination, but hell was someone in my trousers getting some ideas.

"Well, it's ready," she announced, standing before me.

I stood up and my eyes drifted to her cleavage, and a tantalising glimpse of pink bra, as she put the plates down. I was trying to work out where the angry woman from earlier that day had gone, to be honest I was glad she had gone, and the Sharon who now stood with a bottle of wine in one hand, and the cork screw in the other, offering both to me, was smiling.

Dinner was perfect, steak, mushrooms, potatoes, and carrots. The wine too was a perfect match. We ate with a little soft music in the back ground, the only thing missing was candles, but I reminded myself this wasn't a romantic meal, just dinner between two people thrown together by a set of circumstances, which had hardily been romantic. Even so, I knew things could end up that way. Watching her eat was amazing. I don't know why, but I could have just sat there and watched her eat all night. The way she handled her knife and fork, the small slices of food, and the way her jaw rolled a little when she chewed, the way she sipped her wine, was all becoming a pleasurable watch, and one which I couldn't ignore.

I'm not one for dessert, but I sat there as she brought it in, and I ate the hot light apple pie, with fresh cream poured seductively over it. Little of note was said through the meal, just small talk which was pleasant, and welcome. 

We washed up together, and I again had visions of this being something more than it really was. I went and sat down, feeling full, but not overly, just content I guess. I told her it was wonderful, a couple of times. She just smiled a little shyly, and produced another bottle of wine from behind her back. I didn't need to see that she had opened another button on her blouse, to realise she was definitely trying to seduce me now. Even so, I needed confirmation.

"Are you trying to get me drunk?" I asked, but not with a smile, with a serious face.

Sharon's smile dropped just slightly, but she took what I'm guessing was a big step by the way she steeled herself.

"Do I need to?" she asked quietly and a little apprehensively.

Part of me wanted to jump her bones right there, a big part of me that is, but the flash of her hissing at me that morning whipped through my head. Her smile was fading, and she slowly lowered the bottle. 

"I'm sorry, I just thought," she said turning on her heels and rushing to the kitchen.



Story Two Ch. 02



I walked in the kitchen behind Sharon, her head turned slightly, but not far enough that she was looking at me.

I took the new bottle of wine from the work top, and poured two glasses of wine. I held one in front of her, it took her a while to take it, but she did.

"Let's go and sit down."

She nodded and followed me. We sat on the couch and sipped our wine.

"Sharon, believe me you are very hard to resist..."

"...But?"

"But we aren't exactly going to do the right thing by, by jumping into bed. Believe me when I say there is nothing I'd like more, but...Christ, because of things which have happened, I don't think it is a good idea."

"You don't know anything about me," she mumbled, and then looked me in the eye, "when I saw you this morning with, that woman, well, I couldn't move a way."

"Yes, I'm sorry."

"No listen. When she offered me to finish you off, well, I was that close to doing it."

I ignored the question I really wanted to ask her and instead asked, "So why all that fuss, and anger?"

She took a deep breath, "I guess I was hurting, because of what happened with Mark. I made a big mistake with him once. I told him of my fantasy, and he accused me of well, wanting other men. I didn't want other men, I just wanted...to be, watched."

"And is that when he started hitting you?"

She nodded, "When I saw Grace, and the way she was, well she just got up and stood there naked, she was so confident. The way she just came out with me finishing you off, was well, erotic for me. I don't want to be like her, her confidence I mean. I have this fantasy, well several, but one I've had for ages. To be stripped and made love to in front of an audience, and sometimes, they join in. I don't want the whips and things. I just want to be exposed to people, to be watched, by men and women. To be touched, and I suppose degraded a little, with words."

She took a huge gulp of wine, and then coughed a little. 

"When I told Mark about it, he asked if I wanted the watchers to join in. I told him I didn't think I did. He smiled and said, anything for you babe. A week or so later some of his friends came round. We got drunk, and he, started kissing and touching me. I got so worked up with their eyes on me. Mark whispered to me to get on my knees, I did, in front of them. He put his hand down my blouse and started groping my breasts. One of the men staggered to his feet, his cock was out, and he moved towards me. Mark asked me if I wanted to suck him. I was so turned on I didn't say anything. Mark pushed my face towards him. I honestly thought he wanted me to suck his mate's cock. I opened my mouth, and that was when Mark yanked me back by my hair, and started hitting me. I tried telling him I thought that was what he wanted, but he wouldn't listen. From that day on he would snatch my phone off me, and demand to know what I had done during the day."

"Look Sharon, what he did was wrong, and perhaps you should have talked more about it in the first place."

"Maybe, but in the end he twisted my fantasy, and used it as an excuse to, to..."

I cuddled her as she quietly wept. Finally she stopped and asked me about the club. At first I was reluctant to tell her anything. 

"I'm not a kid. I've got a rough idea what goes on there, and because of what happened with Mark it doesn't mean I'm to delicate to hear those things. I know men and women get thrills from a little pain. I just want to understand a little, but I don't want, well not lots of details...please tell me a little?"

So I did, I gave her a version which I had rehearsed for my daughter, when I thought the time was right to answer her questions. It was more of a soft porn version, than a hard sex one. I told Sharon of the controls we had in place, and I even touched on a few of my own experiences. Several times I stopped and asked if she was okay with what she was hearing, each time I felt her head nod against my chest. 

"Well, I don't think I'd want to go there, and most of it as you say is acting parts. The girl you mentioned, Tina, do you still see her?"

"No, well not like that, I see her around. She comes in the club, sometimes."

"Why didn't she stay with you?"

I took a breath, "She wanted more than, well more than I thought she could handle. I tried putting her off."

"All because you gave her a card, do you still do that?"

"No not anymore."

Sharon's head lifted from my chest for the first time in over an hour.

"Did you fall in love with her?"

"Sharon, I don't want to talk about it."

"Okay, I understand. Could you make my fantasy happen?"

"Sharon, I would need more details, even then I'd be reluctant after what you've been through."

"But you could make it happen?" she pushed.

Finally I nodded, still not sure if I would go through with it.

"I want you to make my fantasy come true, but I guess you'll have to know more about me, sexually, so you had better take me to bed first."

I lay on the bed still in my shorts patiently waiting. If Sharon wanted to exhibit herself in front of an audience, then she was going to have to start stripping in front of me first. She stood at the bottom of the bed. I saw her bite her bottom lip a little.

"You don't have to do this," I said, secretly praying she would.

"I'm fine," she replied, drained the last of her wine, and took a deep breath.

Her fingers fumbled with her buttons, until her blouse fell open. She pulled it off her shoulders, and then reached behind her back to unclip her bra.

"No, not yet, take your skirt off first."

She nodded, and reached behind her lower back. I watched the front of her skirt sag as she popped the button. Then I heard the zip being drawn down. Watching a woman wiggle her ass to slip down a tight fitting skirt is incredibly sexy. It's a natural motion I guess, but done slowly it is one fucking erotic sight. Black hold stocking tops appeared, as the waist band of her skirt dropped below them. I had a few pointers for her and was torn between telling her now, or waiting until the end, as her skirt hit the floor I spoke.

"Sharon, stop a minute."

She did and gulped, "Is there anything wrong, you don't like my body do you?"

"Yes I do like your body. Just a couple of pointers before you go any further, if you don't mind?"

"No, I don't mind," she mumbled faintly.

"Make up your mind whether you want to look at me, if you do, then look me in the eye all the time. If you don't then, don't look at me at all until you've finished stripping."

"I've never really stripped for a man before, well not like this. Which do you prefer me looking at you, or not?"

"To be honest I like both, but just for now, don't look at me until you've finished. Do it like you did earlier, when you moved around the kitchen and lounge. I know you were teasing then, and you did one heck of a job."

She nodded and smiled awkwardly, "What was the other thing?"

I had to think fast, I didn't want to tell her she should have worn matching bra and knickers, not yet.

"Just do it a little slower."

She smiled again and nodded. I watched as her bra came away from her tits. 

"Play with them," I mumbled faintly.

She swallowed, nodded, and then looked down and lifted them a little. Sharon flicked her thumbs across her nipples as her tongue licked her lips. I had images in my head of her being alone and the way she would pleasure herself. I'm sure she would spend quite a time fondling her breasts and nipples. She put her foot on the bed and her hands ran down to her stocking top. Slowly she pushed the first one down to her ankle, and lifted it and pulled the stocking off by holding the toe of the nylon. She repeated it with her other stocking, as I watched spellbound.

It wasn't just what she was taking off that held my gaze, it was slight red glow of her face, the way her earrings rocked, and the little gold cross on the chain, which swung off and against her chest. 

She stood up straight and took a quiet little breath. Her thumbs went into the waist band of her knickers, and slowly her red painted nails pushed her panties down. My eyes fixed on her light covering of hair, and her pussy lips, pink and a little moist. She stood straight again.

"Was that okay?" she asked after clearing her throat.

"Do you really need to ask?"

For the first time she looked at me, and saw my erection, she smiled shyly, but at the same time she looked pleased with herself.

She crawled on the bed, straddled me, and then stopped herself, "Do you want me to do anything else, like suck you, or something?"

I looked in her eyes, and the devil in me, the Dom, wanted to a make her do a hundred and one things, but this was for her. I could see the eagerness in her to get on my cock, I'm not being a big head, because Sharon needed it for her own sexual needs, and it was nothing to do with me as such.

"Go on, fuck yourself on me."

She took hold of my cock and closed her eyes. Slowly she lowered herself on me, until she was sat right down. She gasped a little and started slowly bouncing. Her eyes remained shut, which gave me the chance to watch her pretty face. I reached up and cradled her breasts, and she gasped again. I flicked her nipples gently and slowly, feeling her shudder under my touch. 

"I like that," she panted, still with her eyes closed and her face lifted up, "I like that, a lot."

Her pussy felt wonderfully tight, although wet enough to slide easily up and down my hard cock. I let go of her breasts and watched them bouncing, which increased as she got more excited. Her panting and groaning had gone up a notch. She licked her lips and smiled to herself. This was Sharon pleasuring herself. I grinned, and moved my hand between her legs.

"Fucking hell!" she screamed, as my finger wriggled around in her pussy next to my cock, and my thumb flicked over her clit.

"Do you like that?"

"Yes, oh fucking yes!" she yelled. 

Her eyes opened wide, her panting and swearing increased, and a few moments later, she came on my cock, finger, and thumb.

Sharon fell against me letting her orgasm fade a way, cuddling me and kissing my neck, and panting softly in my ear. Eventually she pulled off and curled up beside me with her head on my chest. A few minutes went by, and then she raised her head.

"Sorry, I forgot about you."

She looked mortified.

"Its okay, sleep, you look drained."

"Don't you want it, to come I mean?" she asked still looking worried.

"No, just sleep, I'm really okay."

She smiled and cuddled me again, and slept.

The next day Sharon went off to work. I went to the door to pick up the paper, and Susan was stood there in her knee length pink dressing gown. She was smiling at me holding the milk bottle she had picked up.

"You had a good night then," she said with a sexy grin and a chuckle, "Keith got fed up listening to you and that woman screaming. He went to the lounge to sleep, cursing you."

"Sorry, I'll keep it down next time."

"Oh don't worry; I got kind of horny, listening through the walls. At one point I thought about coming to join you both, would you have liked that?"

She grinned and pulled the tie on her dressing gown. Two fake tits bounced free, and a little landing strip of hair pointed between her legs.

"I saw her leave, she's gone to work, like Keith, and that leaves you and me, alone. I haven't had my breakfast, if you know what I mean?" she said suggestively.

She dropped the dressing gown at her feet, winked, and then smiled at me. 

Susan got her breakfast down her neck 20 minutes later, from my cock, and her pussy also eagerly swallowed a second load. We lay on the bed together, and all the time I was hoping she would leave. I know, what a bastard. 

"Do you think I should leave Keith? He isn't much fun in bed anymore, not like you. I was just thinking maybe if it isn't serious between you and that woman, we could sort of hook up. I'd get half his money and...wait, where are you going?"

"Let yourself out, I've got things to do."

"But what about us, what about what I was talking about?"

I stood under the shower and sighed relieved, as I heard my front door close. 

A few days later my daughter came round.

"I thought she was leaving?"

"Michelle, she is leaving, soon."

"Dad, you said those words two weeks ago." 

I watched Michelle move to my bed. I closed my eyes as she picked up a red silk baby doll, "Oh she's moved alright, moved into your bed. Dad that asshole boyfriend of hers will go mad. Do you want to end up in hospital again? Don't look to the heavens, you know I'm right. My god she's been here nearly a month."

"Yeah well, she's having difficulty finding somewhere to live."

"I bet she isn't even looking. Oh god, dad. Why can't you pick a nice woman for a change?"

"Michelle, Sharon is nice."

"Well I'm not being a shitting bridesmaid to you two."

I wagged my finger at her beckoning her towards me. I took both of her hands in mine and took a deep breath.

"Okay, but you will be nice to your half sister or brother, won't you?"

"Jesus, you can't have...DAD!" she yelled pulling her hands out of mine.

Now and then my daughter does wind me up, and it is a part of my warped sense of humour to get my own back when I can. She stormed out of the flat, calling me a few names. I waited, and then I heard her coming back in. She snatched the £50 out of my hand. 

"I'm not happy with you joking about that sort of thing."

"Then you'll be giving me my money back?"

She had one of those moments, in which she dithered, and then finally she told me she was taking my money, because I had played a nasty perverted joke on her.

My walk to the club sobered me up a little from the humorous mood I had left the flat in. I met Grace and a retired detective from the drug squad. He was a regular at the club, and although he was now retired, he knew the police had a detective involved in trying to catch Mark Welch. He introduced her to Grace and me, and then left after a few minutes of pleasantries.

Detective Amanda Barkley explained that Welch made regular trips to Spain by air. They knew he was smuggling drugs, but they had never caught him. All they knew was whenever he returned from Spain there was a peak in drugs on the street. 

I took Detective Barkley to one side and said I maybe able to help catch him. She asked me why I was so interested, and I told her the full story of how I met Sharon, and the beating I had sustained. Her parting shot was if things went tits up, she would deny all knowledge of ever having had this discussion. 

A week later I went to the house Welch used to share with Sharon. It was unremarkable, just a three bedroom semi-detached, and no sign of the money that Welch had made from his drug dealings. He looked rather shocked to see me at first. 

"You haven't learnt anything have you?" he snarled, "get lost or I'll arrange another accident for you."

I smiled, "Look, I'm only here to get Sharon's stuff. To be honest I only agreed to this to get rid of her."

"Then she is staying with you. So has she pissed you off too?"

"Well, let us just say I can understand why you got wound up with her. I've got to get her out of my flat. I don't mind her having a boyfriend, but coming home to find them using my fucking bed is just too much."

His ears pricked up, "What boyfriend?"

"Well the one she was cheating on you with. I mean obviously you knew?" 

"Yeah, of course I did," he replied. 

I could see it was news to him, and of course I had made it up.

"I mean she never even offered to pay me for the repairs to your car, and I haven't received any form of rent from her. Oh and to set your mind straight we aren't lovers."

"You sound disappointed?"

"Well let's just say I did expect some sort of payment for letting her live there, and right now the bitch has wound me up beyond that. So she suggested she'd move out if I got the rest of her stuff...and there is another reason I'm here. Can I come in?"

He moved aside, and shouted through to the kitchen. A girl of no more than 20 walked through. He slapped her ass and told her to make herself scarce. She huffed and grabbed her coat and left.

"Well, you seem to be doing alright."

"Cut the shit, just tell me about the other reason you're here." 

"A little bird tells me you are guy who I might be able to do a deal with."

He chuckled a little.

"Wait before you threaten to throw me out. I run the Spider club, and you could use a guy like me."

"What are you on about? I know about that club, whips and bullshit like that don't interest me."

"No, but I used to have this acquaintance. Unfortunately, we parted company. We had this deal, he could use my club to sell certain, things, and all I took was 25 percent. Before you start mouthing off about not knowing what I'm talking about, don't waste your breath. I know the police have questioned you."

"Where did you get that from?"

"Not Sharon. She doesn't know does she? You see that is why I came to you. If you can keep Sharon from knowing, and the police from catching you, you must be good at covering all the angles, and believe me, I wouldn't make this offer to someone I thought was an amateur."

"Do you really expect me to believe that?"

"I don't care what you believe. As soon as I walk out the door the offer is closed."

He rubbed his chin, "And what about the beating you had, is it some elaborate plot to get even and get me nicked?"

"I didn't think you were that thick."

"Hey watch it sunshine." 

"Think about it, I could have had you locked up by now, or at least have you questioned by the police."

He nodded and thought for awhile, "Just say I could supply you with what you want, 10 percent would be all I'd be prepared to offer."

"Well, considering I've spent a few days in hospital, I would think 20 percent would pay for my inconvenience."

"I'll have to think about it. But I'd go no higher than 10 percent, if I could supply what you wanted that is."

"I can see you're no mug. Come to club on Wednesday night if you're interested. Oh and I'm opening a night club in a few months time. I'm sure you can double what ever money you can make, supplying your product from there too. Now if you'll just get me Sharon's clothes?"

He laughed and said, "Tell the stupid bitch if she wants her clothes she'll have to go to the council tip and look for them."

I walked round the corned and got into the car, "Well detective?"

She took the headphones off and shook her head, "It's not enough, he didn't admit to anything really, apart from the beating, and I'm not interested in that."

I was staring at her for a few moments before she noticed. 

She huffed and raised her eyebrow, "Okay, maybe that didn't sound very good, but I want him for drug smuggling and supplying. You will have to carry on and meet him."

"Okay, well he'll be at the club Wednesday. I saw the greed in his eyes, and mentioning the new night club reeled him in even more. Now can I get this bloody wire off?"

Monday night I walked Sharon into the club. Her fantasy was about to come true, and despite her not wanting to visit the club, I had convinced her it was the best place to do it. Every question she asked I answered, until she was comfortable with the Spider club being the venue for something she had wanted to do for years. I had hand picked the watchers, and told them what they would see beforehand. 

Sharon had given me enough details for me to feel fairly confident I could do what she wanted. So everything was ready, but would Sharon be able to go through with it? 

She dealt with the wall's array of bondage equipment well. I did wonder about taking a few things down, but Mark had never used anything on her, other that his fists, and Sharon was intelligent enough not to mix the two together. She even went over and touched one of the whips, running her fingers down the business end. She caught me looking at her, and returned to the bar where I had a large glass of wine ready for her.




Story Two Ch. 02



"That sort of thing," she said gesturing over her shoulder, "is not for me, I guess you have to be a certain type of person, like those tattooed men and women to want to be whipped."

I grinned, "There is no certain type of person, and a tattoo doesn't mean anything. We have bankers, checkout girls, and husbands and wives coming in here, it really doesn't matter what or who you are. This is just a place where people can live out their fantasies in a safe environment, and knowing everything is being watched, or taped, and before you ask, we destroy the tapes at the end of the night. Now drink your wine and relax. I have to check things are ready."

"Where are the people, who will see it?"

"Just like we discussed, they are in one of the rooms downstairs. Sharon, like I said the club is usually closed Monday night. This is a private function, for you."

"God, there's no chance of me backing out then?" 

"Yes, if you don't want to do it now is the time to say."

"No I'm fine, besides we agreed I haven't paid you any rent. You've got to be masterful, and only if I say the safe word will it stop."

She stretched up and kissed me. Her mouth and tongue trembled slightly. She pulled off and drank the rest of her wine, smiled nervously, and said, "I'm ready."

I grinned at her and held out my hand, she took it, and a big breath, and then blew it out audibly. As we descended the stairs I felt her hand grip mine tighter. I could sense how nervous she was, but she held herself upright, like she was about to put to rest some demon from her past. I stopped at the door and turned to her. 

"I'm okay, honestly," she said quietly, like she had read my thoughts. 

I pushed open the door.

Along three walls couches had been placed, in them a mix of men and women, just like in Sharon's fantasy. The lamps were placed at a height where they would only illuminate the watchers from the chest down. In all there were four couples as such. Tim and his wife Diane, who were seasoned swingers, Grace and her latest sub, a black 22 year old called Aaron, and Stuart and Joanne, who had been coming to the club for just over a year. They were both bisexual, and in there mid 30's. The last couple were new; they had only been to the club about half a dozen times, Graham and Belinda. Belinda was TS, waiting for her final operation. They were both into spanking, and hoped to be getting married when the operation had been completed. They both liked the club because they could be themselves, and the work Belinda had gone through made her look like a real woman. The nose job, the work on his/her forehead, and a few other things meant she was more than passable as a woman. 

"Ladies, and gentlemen, this is Sharon. This is her first time at the club; Sharon is currently staying with me. Unfortunately she hasn't paid me any rent. Now while I'm a generous sort of guy, I figure she owes me," I turned to Sharon and said, "Take off your coat."

She fumbled a little with the buttons. I'm sure those seated were watching avidly to discover her body.

"Sharon has agreed to this public performance, as payment. I'll decide if anyone joins in, so just sit back," my eyes flicked to Joanne's hand, as it slowly stroked her husband's hardening cock through his trousers. I smiled to myself, knowing they were already ahead of me, and my introduction, "and please, enjoy your selves." 

I turned to Sharon, who was stood trembling slightly, with her coat open. Her pretty blond hair was pinned up, and showed off her stunning face in makeup consisted of, dark grey eye shadow, thick mascara, and painted red lips. 

I walked behind her and kissed her neck, quietly asking in a whisper, if she was okay. She nodded ever so slightly. I pulled the coat off her shoulders, noting a little shudder from her body. The coat dropped to her ankles, leaving her stood in a pink bra, matching pink suspender belt, and tiny knickers, and white hold up stockings, with pink high heels on her feet. 

She whimpered a little as I kissed her shoulder. Again I whispered a few words so only she could hear. This time she didn't nod, she was only supposed to make a movement if she wasn't comfortable. She stayed still, with just the trembling of her body making any movement. 

"Grace," I said quietly into the dark to where she was sat. 

She whispered something to Aaron, and he got up and came into the light. He was slim, and without any body hair. Grace made him shave it off at some stage of his training. The only thing he was wearing was a cock cage, keeping his dick safely locked away. I watched the surprise in Sharon's eyes as she noticed the cock cage, and the small gold padlock, which, according to Grace, had kept him locked up for the last 23 days. 

Sharon turned her head nervously watching Aaron as he went behind her. Again she whimpered, and took a small step forward as his hands unclipped her bra. Even though the room was quite small, the only sound that could be heard was Sharon's breathing. The watchers I guessed and hoped were all riveted by what was happening. When Aaron gently removed the bra straps down Sharon's arms, they in turn, pulled the cups off her tits. I watched as several muscles in Sharon's body twitched, causing an arm, and her shoulders to jerk, almost independently of any conscious effort that she would have made.

Aaron knelt right in front of her, and Sharon's trembling seemed to become more obvious. His black hands glided up her white nylon clad legs. The contrast between black and white was quite a sight. Black hands travelled up over her white stocking tops, her bare thighs, and to the sides of her pretty pink knickers.

"Aaron, shut you eyes," Grace said from the dark.

"Yes Mistress Grace," Aaron mumbled from down on his knees. 

I watched him close his eyes, and then, and only then, did Aaron start to slowly tug Sharon's knickers down. Again she shuddered, but held herself firm. Every set of eyes of the watcher's, except Aaron's, now saw her pussy. He waited holding her panties at her ankles. For a moment Sharon stood motionless. It was like she wasn't sure whether to go further. I watched her take a breath, and then she slowly lifted one leg, and Aaron moved the material from under her foot, and then they repeated the process with the other leg. 

"Aaron you will take them to Tim, and keep your eyes shut."

"Yes Mistress Grace."

Aaron stretched out a hand roughly in the direction of Tim. I watched Sharon's mouth open a little shocked, as Tim moved the pink panties into the dark, about where his face would be.

"Get between my legs," Grace ordered. 

Aaron's head and torso disappeared up Grace's long floor length skirt. Only his black ass and feet were visible, as his face buried in between her legs. 

I noticed, and so to did Sharon, that Diane had taken Sharon's knickers from her husband, and had wrapped them around his cock. She started the slow jerking again, with her husband's dick now covered in flimsy pink panties. 

"Are you ready to pay the rent Sharon?" I asked.

For a moment she looked lost, like all that had happened had given her brain freeze. She composed herself and then nodded. 

"Well, get over here and get on your knees." I said softly.

There is nothing more beautiful than having a sexy woman staring up at you from your feet, but when Sharon smiled a little nervously, the thing in my chest pounded a little. I wanted, for my own selfish reasons, to be alone with her now. While we had fucked a few times, (and I had fancied the knickers of her for some time,) I didn't want to share this with anyone, but this wasn't for me it was for her, it was her fantasy coming true.

When her hands reached up and started undoing my trousers, her face had a glow, which reminded of my last thoughts of wanting to be alone with her. She pulled my trousers and pants down. I desperately wanted to make love to her. I had the same feeling the night she made dinner for us, the way I just sat there, watching her teasing display, and subtly trying to seduce me, felt like heaven. 

She lifted my cock and kissed my balls, I almost closed my eyes, but I had to remain in control, and like I could take it or leave it.

Just before I spoke I prayed I didn't have to clear my throat, "Can't you do better than that?"

For a moment she looked really shocked. It was like I had just hurt her in a big way. She quickly needed help getting out of that frame of mind.

"Slut, you're supposed to be paying the rent, at least put some effort into it."

My words did the trick; it was like she had just seen the light. As I watched her blond head bob on my cock, I asked myself, if Sharon had similar feelings about me, like I had not a minute ago about her!

There was another cock out to my left being stroked. Belinda the TS, had her hand wrapped around her partner's cock, while his hand was in turn, up Belinda's skirt fiddling with her.

"This isn't good enough Sharon...go deeper," I said in a stern voice. 

She forced her head down, and gagged a little. 

"I'm getting bored with you Sharon, perhaps I should look for a new lodger, do you want that you dumb slut?"

Her head bobbed faster, and her licking and sucking went up another notch. 

"Look at you, in front of all these people; you can't do it properly, can you? Do you want to be known as a useless cunt?"

She reached another notch, and I could sense she was getting more turned on. I gripped her head and felt the tip of my cock push in her throat. She went up on her knees slightly, but I held her head fast, as she gagged once more.

As for me, well, my dick was more than ready to explode. I pulled out before that happened. I looked down on her, not wanting her to be hurt by my words which had gone before. 

"Lay facing your audience, open your legs and finger yourself...fucking do it!"

She gave me such a turned on look, I knew whatever I said now she wouldn't take offence at. 

She slipped round facing Grace's couch directly. The other two couches were position so the seated could see her pussy too, but just to make sure, I had Sharon shuffle back a little. She started slowly touching herself. I sensed this was embarrassing for her more than anything she had done today, but she seemed okay. She lay on her back with her fingers slowly working away. 

"Are you going to come for the watchers, whore?" 

She gulped a rather strained yes, and the movement between her legs got a little faster.

I moved close behind her, and just as she was about to come I pulled her hands away.

"No, don't stop me, please let me come," she groaned. 

She struggled to get her wrists from my grip. I held on, not letting her finish her self off.

"Please, I want them to see, to see me, come," she pleaded in a ragged croaking voice.

"You're supposed to be paying the rent; this isn't for your pleasure. It is for everyone else's. Now get on all fours."

My cock slammed into her from behind. Well I think it got sucked in, she was so very wet and so very turned on, she started bucking back almost immediately. For 10 minutes I held her hips and fucked her hard. She whimpered, and cried real tears, her arms nearly gave out, and her whole body trembled, and then with her mouth wide open, and her head tipped back, she came in huge shuddering waves.

Her little squeals of delight sent me into orbit. I fucked her fast and furious. Keeping her hips held tight, until she was little more than some sort of quaking doll with little or no strength of her own. I watched as the pink panties she had been wearing suddenly flooded. Graham had come too, and Belinda rubbed his spunk in her thighs, with very shaky pink painted fingers. 

Grace had her legs wide and up in the air. She was fingering her nipples with her long talon like painted purple nails. When Aaron was finally released his face was soaked, and he was panting, and gasping. 

Stuart had moved to the floor and was now fucking Tim's wife, Diane, while Joanne's pussy was being eaten by Diane. It didn't take long for those who hadn't come to do so, and by the time all eyes were on Sharon again, she was on all fours again with her back to them. Her legs were open and the trickle of spunk I had deposited moments ago was dripping on the floor. 

I made her stay on display like that for a few minutes. Some watched in shock, and some watched with satisfied grins, as my spunk pooled between her legs. Sharon wasn't idle at this point. She was sucking and cleaning my cock. Eventually I told her to stop. I knelt down in front of her, brushed a few wet strands of hair off her face, and asked, in a whisper, "So do you think you have paid me the rent?"

She knew full well what I was asking; this was the one thing I pumped in her head a few times, before we got to the club. 

She almost looked embarrassed when she said, "No, I haven't paid the rent, in full."

I winked at her and kissed her cheek. 

Graham and Belinda were getting their things together. I looked at Tim, Diane, Stuart and Joanne, and nodded. I dressed, and as Grace and me left the room with Aaron a respectable distance behind, Sharon was joined on the floor by the two couples, and the orgy started.

Grace ordered Aaron to get drinks for us. I watched him walk away still naked apart from his cage, as I lit two cigarettes and handed one to Grace.

"Aren't you going to take that bloody thing off him, and let him have some fun?"

I knew by her expression she was surprised I needed to ask, she drew on the cigarette, and blew out a long plume of smoke.

"His balls are going to rupture if you don't."

"Aaron knows he's got another 7 days before the cage comes off. Until then he can suffer."

"So does it make him a better lover?" 

She grinned, "You'll have to ask his blow up doll."

"Fucking hell Grace, give him some slack."

She put her hands on her hips and gave me the eyes, "Why should I let him fuck me, I'm his mistress, not his whore."

"Well if you put it like that."

"Anyway what happens now for you and Sharon?"

I shook my head.

Grace moved closer to me as the drinks arrived, "Go and run me a bath," she said to Aaron without even looking at him.

"Yes Mistress Grace," he replied.

"So, is Sharon the new, Tina?"

I was annoyed by her question, and she knew it. She handed me my usual rum and coke, and I took a big swig.

"You never ask me about Tina anymore."

"That is because, I don't really care."

"God you're an awful liar. She still comes in sometimes you know?"

"Yes I know."

"It must hurt that she won't even talk to you now."

"Grace, give it up."

"It must hurt you that she's owned by that fat friend of hers, and her hubby. What were their names? Oh yes, Evelyn and Mike, funny how they have got back together."

"Grace for fuck's sake. Tina can walk away from them anytime, anyone can. The whole fucking thing is just a set of stupid rules."

"Stupid rules that you made up and even you still follow, everyone does, it gives them a purpose. Yes I know Tina can walk away, and that is why you are so bitter, because she loves the game and it means more to her than you do. Right now she's probably got her face Stuck in Evelyn's pussy, while her hubby is fucking Tina's cute little ass, and she'd rather be there, living her sub life with them, than with you."

"God you are such a fucking bitch."

"Yes aren't I? Now stop grinding your fucking teeth and drink."

The rest of my drink hit my throat, and then Grace snapped the glass away from me. She put it down again, refilled, along with a fresh wine for herself. We didn't speak we just drank, both of us in our own thoughts. An hour later the door to downstairs opened and Sharon and the rest came up. Sharon's hair was wet, and she came over to me looking tired but happy. She slipped her arm through mine.

"They showed me where to have a shower."

"Fuck, I forgot about Aaron," Grace snapped, as Sharon's words jogged her memory, "Oh fuck him, he can wait."

As I walked Sharon to the red velvet curtain, Grace called me back. I left Sharon to go outside and went back to Grace.

"Evelyn is coming to the ball next month. I can have a word with Tina, if you'd like me to?"

"No, she's obviously happy with what she's doing."

"Okay, you know, I didn't think you trained her that well, but perhaps you did too good a job."



Story Two Ch. 03



Wednesday came, and so did Mark Welch, to the club. He paced around looking at the objects hanging on the wall. He scoffed and muttered things under his breath. Finally he said he could do a deal, but he was a bit short of the necessary funds. I knew handing over the money would make me the buyer, and it wasn't a good idea, but I made him think I hadn't thought of that. Eventually I agreed to get him the cash. The one thing he wouldn't agree on was me accompanying him to Spain. I didn't want to let the money out of my sight.

"Well, while you're here, would you like a tour?"

He didn't seem too interested, but I coaxed him into going down stairs, and started showing him the rooms. At first he seemed to want to rush through them, but gradually he started asking about bits of the equipment. I watched him swish a few whips through the air. 

"Has Sharon seen all of this?"

"Some of it, she brought her boyfriend here once. She seemed a little unnerved by it all. You know I asked her to try the table."

"What table?"

"It is in the next room."

We went into the room and I watched as Mark's fingers ran over the leather restraints. He seemed deep in thought, finally he said, "That table looks a bit uncomfortable."

"It is supposed to be, it's for punishment. Maybe I should have put Sharon on it, she still hasn't gone yet, and I think, she has been stealing money from me."

I watched Welch's hand run over the table, and I knew what he was thinking.

"Okay, I've got half an hour, tell me what you do to women down here."

I smiled to myself and refilled his glass from the bottle I was carrying.

"Well, most of it is just play acting with a little pain, but if I had a reason to dish it out to someone, well, I think I could make their misery last for a few hours. Maybe someone like..."

"...someone like, Sharon perhaps?" he said finishing my sentence.

We grinned, and then started laughing, together.

"Just suppose I did let you come with me to pick up the, stuff. Could you get her down here?"

I placed the bottle on the table, and picked up one of the leather cuffs with the length of chain attached to the table. I toyed with it, hoping to stir his imagination further.

"I think so, and who knows, maybe I could have her boyfriend hanging over there, watching."

Welch squinted into the dark corner. I flicked a switch and a spotlight illuminated a huge wooden cross along the wall, side on to the table. Welch grinned again, and stepped over to the cross. He reached up and yanked on the leather cuffs. He spun round quickly, with a delighted grin on his face. 

"How would we keep them from going to the police?" he asked, holding out his empty glass.

He was involving himself in it now, after just a few short minutes, I had convinced him it was a real possibility. I poured more whisky into the glass.

I grinned like his question was a little ridiculous, "Surely that is obvious. Why would they be here in the first place? I could convince the police the masked Dom had got a little carried away with his whipping."

"What masked Dom?"

I grinned again, "Either me....or you," I said handing him a whip.

He swished it in the air a few times, and then brought it down hard on the table. The cracking sound echoed round the room. 

"Maybe we could both administer her punishment," he said looking at me.

"Well, I suppose we shouldn't forget her boyfriend. I'm guessing he shouldn't be left out."

Welch walked round the room, looking at various paddles, ropes, and the swing hanging from the ceiling. 

"You could lay her across the two planks, and swing her onto your cock right in front of him, isn't that what she wanted, an audience?" 

"Sharon told you about that?" he asked sounding a little surprised.

"Why wouldn't she? I brought her here and that might have stirred her confession, seeing all these things, and the people in their various costumes. Part of the fun is the taunting, seeing the fear in your submissive, watching their eyes and hearing their pleading as I'm sure you can imagine, it is a big part of the whole thing."

"But our voices, they, well Sharon would recognise us."

"Not with a voice box, and as long as we kept details she would know out of it. You know it takes practice giving someone what they want, the pain I mean. You have to know when to stop. I could maybe convince her and her boyfriend down here, and her to just sample the table. Before they knew what was happening I'd have them both cuffed. I'd tell her I was going to leave her there for a couple of minutes."

Welch smiled as he tipped the booze down his throat, and swirled round what was left in the glass.

"So you leave her there, come out of the room, and a few moments later go back in?"

I nodded, "I'd change first," and from then on she wouldn't know who it was." 

"When you said about knowing when to stop, with the pain, what if you or we can't stop?"

I grinned back at him and said, "Well, that will be up to you, and let's face it, we aren't playing with them like the people who usually come down here. This isn't an act, it is real, but we have to gradually build to that, it is an art. When they both realise we aren't playing games, the fear on their faces will get you harder than you have ever been before."

He backed away a little, and turned to stare at the cross. He was embarrassed by the way his face was giving up secrets to me, about how turned on he was. He came back to the table, and slowly ran his finger tips down the length of it. 

"Have you ever seen a woman fisted, and I don't mean punched, I mean having a hand inserted in her cunt? There was a woman who wanted that done to her. I had here strapped to this very table, man did she squeal like a pig. Eventually when my wrist disappeared she started begging and squealing for me to stop," I took a sip of my drink, letting him take in the picture.

"And did you, stop?"

I pointed up to the camera, "That had been switched off," I said and started grinning.

"So you didn't stop?"

"Well, the dumb bitch couldn't remember the safe word."

He started laughing, and then stopped himself, "Sharon would remember the safe word."

"You're missing the point, she won't get one."

He started laughing again, and clapped his hands together. 

"Okay, I'll get the tickets. You, me, and that doorman of yours are going to Spain."

He handed me the empty glass, slapped my back, grinned, and then left the room. 

10 minutes later Amanda Barkley entered the room. I took of my jacket and shirt, and one of her operatives started peeling the tape from my body, which held the small microphone and wire in place. 

"Well, I guess we have got what we wanted, me escorting Welch to Spain?"

She said nothing, which I found a little a little unusual. She leant her ass on the table with her arms folded. For some reason she was just staring at me, with her grey eyes under her brown fringe.

"I'll get a cab back to the station," she muttered.

The guy holding the microphone glanced at the detective, questioning her with a puzzled look on his face, although he didn't speak.

She pushed herself off the table, still with her arms folded, "Have you anything you want to say to me?" she almost snapped at him.

"No Ma'am."

He left closing the door. 

"I get the impression I've made you angry, or I've said something to Welch that I shouldn't have?"

"You really don't know, do you?" she said in a biting tone

She uncrossed her arms and stepped forward. I tried not to look at her jutting breasts half hidden under her black jacket and white blouse. She noticed and shook her head slightly, and then stood there waiting for me to make eye contact.

"You know, two of my officers in that small van outside, kept looking at each through your little description. Then they started taking glances at me."

"I can't believe you found that embarrassing."

She took a half step forward and then stopped herself. She was going to say something, but what came out of her mouth, wasn't her first choice of words.

"Do you enjoy doing, this?" she said spreading her arms like she was offering the contents of the room.

"It has its moments...perhaps you should try it, it might relax you, and relieve the tension."

Her eyes narrowed, "You bastard. How could you talk about that woman you, fisted like that?"

"Detective, do you really think that happened? I was setting him up, making sure he got lured in. I'll admit I did have woman here who wanted that, and she got it, but as soon as she said the safe word I pulled out."

"I ought to lock you up along with Welch," she hissed.

"Look so a couple of officers got embarrassed, or you got embarrassed."

"Don't be bloody stupid. I worked on vice for 6 years, I've seen stuff that would make you puke."

"Well, perhaps embarrassed was the wrong word."

"Don't say another word, I'm warning you," she snarled.

I guess I had myself to blame, I just couldn't resist winding the early 40's slim 5'7" detective in the black knee length skirt suit, up.

"So they got a little turned on, or, did you?"

I watched a little shocked I must admit, as she took off her jacket and placed it on the door hook. She kicked off her shoes all the time watching my eyes. She then did something most peculiar, she yanked off her wedding ring, and then pushed it in her jacket pocket.

She picked up a whip and stood facing me again. I grinned and offered to take the whip. Quick as a flash, she grabbed my hand and spun me round, bending me over the table. She climbed on the table and held my left arm up my back with her knee. I felt a snap on my wrist.

"Other arm, now!" She panted and ground her knee into my back.

I cried out in pain, but quickly moved my arm for her. She pulled my cuffed arm straight and bent it up at the shoulder. She did the same with my other arm, and then snapped the cuff on my right wrist, after feeding it quickly through the huge ring at the head of the table. 

There was a still silence for a moment, apart from two panting people. 

"Well, do it then, use the whip on me?"

"No, I, I shouldn't have done this, to, to you," she stammered. 

"Go on do it...fucking whip me, and get whatever it is out of your system."

"I can't. I'll lose my badge."

"I'm not going to tell anyone, we are alone and..."

"And what?" she mumbled faintly.

"I can feel your wet pussy leaking through your knickers and tights, and onto my bare back."

"You bastard," she spat, angrily this time. 

"You know, I bet you'd have the piss taken out of you down at the station. You're the one who got turned on in the van; could they smell your pussy Amanda? Is that why in that small cramped van, they were looking at each other?"

"Oh no, you can't wind me up like that you fucking prick."

"Well then untie me, and put your wedding ring back on, before you forget and go home. I wonder, what would your husband say, Amanda?"

She jumped off my back, and the next thing I knew the whip was crashing down where her wet pussy had been. The first few strokes weren't the usual testing flicks I have administered so many times in the past; they were full on filled with venom and hate. My teeth were locked together, and the only sounds were my strangled cries, Amanda's heaving grunts, and the whip swishing through the air, and then landing on my flesh.

After about 8 whacks in quick succession, I heard the whip hit the floor. I was spun on my back, and frantic fingers, minus the wedding ring, tore at my trousers and pants, pulling them down to my knees. I winced part in pain from the whipping, and part in pleasure as she jerked my cock rapidly.

"Your mouth would be a treat," I hissed, due to the pain of being on my back.

"I'm not a fucking slut," she spat, and then slapped my face.

Neither her words nor her stinging slap did I understand. No, not a slut, who took of her wedding ring then, and did that make what she was doing, outside of her marriage?! 

She was still in frantic mode, as I heard Amanda tearing at material, and when I lifted my head up, I saw her tan tights ripped open, her white panties pulled to one side, and her pussy dripping right over my hard throbbing cock. She hesitated for a moment, as doubt flicked through her eyes.

"Tell me Amanda, how does a woman like you get promotion?"

Her eyes narrowed considerably, almost like I had hit a raw nerve, "What the fuck have you heard?"

"Nothing, I'm just teasing you."

She lowered herself on me. This was the only time she slowed from the panicking slut she said she wasn't. As soon as she ground down, testing I guess she wasn't going to hurt herself, the bouncing started hard and fast, and never stopped through my orgasm, until she had hers, which she wailed, and whimpered through, until she collapse forward, sobbing into my chest!

She pushed herself up, straightened her skirt and undid the cuffs. Her hands were frantic, and she couldn't get the key in the tiny hole.

"Take a breath and relax."

She looked at me, and then did what I had suggested. As I sat up she screwed her eyes up and turned her head after seeing the welts on my back. 

"Are you going to, to report me?"

Before I could say anything she turned away and rushed for the door. As it opened I slammed it shut again.

"No, I'm not going to report you, for fuck's sake calm down. Now, tell me where that came from."

She shook her head, "No, I can't." 

She went to open the door again, but I slammed it shut. She tugged once more but I held it firm. It was now she passed from a strong police detective, to a woman.

Finally her body slumped, and looking some what defeated, she nodded, "Can we get out of here, and go back to the bar?"

"No, we'll go to my office, it's more private there."

I poured a glass of wine for Amanda, and helped myself to a strong rum and coke.

"I can't drink, I'm on duty."

I forced the glass back at her. She took a tentative sip, and then a large gulp. I handed her the first aid box and sat on my desk with my back to her.

"Would you mind?" I asked.

"Oh fuck, I really hurt you, didn't I?"

"I've had worse, and recently. Now tell me why you got so carried away."

"It's nothing to do with you," she spat.

"I know, but whatever it is I'm not going to judge you, I'm not Judge Jeffreys."

She stopped dabbing at the blood on my back, and then started again.

"I think I'd be hung for doing that if he was around. Okay, I'll tell you. I was in vice and sex crimes before drugs. I had to go undercover in my first year. There was a guy who, well, we were trying to catch. He liked the, well the beatings, receiving them I mean, and then giving them out. He had attacked several women, prostitutes who he had paid to whip him, and then when they had finished, he reversed things. He beat them to near death."

"Well wasn't it easier to get the pros to identify him, from a line up or something?"

"He used the high end pros, by phone. He would use hotel rooms. The door would be open, and he'd be in the bathroom when they turned up. The money was laid out for them, and he'd appear from the bathroom in a mask, so they never saw his face. One girl ran, but others didn't. Seeing twice what the agreed price was, lying on a table, well I suppose it was easy money for just whipping someone, and made it too good to refuse. He had abused four prostitutes, which we know about, maybe more than that never came forward."

"And you went undercover, and couldn't do it?"

"No, I was young and ambitious, some of the other officers were jealous of me, because I was, well, I was seeing someone in the police department. I got accused of trying to fuck my way to promotion."

"I see, and that's why you got angry with me earlier." 

"Anyway, I went undercover, and met him in a hotel room. He came in from the bathroom and secured himself to the bed. I was then supposed to go through his things."

"Why didn't you just call the squad in?"

"Because we had no proof, he wore different colour masks with each girl, and he spoke in different accents each time. I told him I needed five minutes, and managed to go through his pockets. There wasn't even so much as a scrap of paper, not even any coins."

"Well that would be suspicious for a start."

"I know. Deep down I knew it was him, but I couldn't prove it. We had no evidence, nothing to say he was the right man. I was supposed to leave at that point, if I had his name or something which might tie him to the others, but there was nothing. Even the hotel reservations were made by phone or by a typed letter all giving different names."

"What about when he phoned for the girls?" 

"He never used the same agency, and he used different accents. Anyway I made a decision. I started whipping him, lightly. He told me to put some effort into it. So I did, I got harder and harder, until he started screaming in pain. He told me to stop, and then he begged me to stop. I started yelling at him to confess. I hit him harder and harder. Eventually the door burst open. He had all the answers, he sat crying, wanting to know why I had attacked him. He did the real scared rabbit routine, even worrying about his girl friend finding out."

"God, I'm surprised you are still in the police."

"I was disciplined, and the guy I was seeing was, well, high up in the police."

"So he helped you?" 

"God no, it was suggested, it wouldn't look good for him, if I was dropped from the police force, so he had to drop me, which he did."

"Sorry, that must have been difficult for you."

"Not really. Anyway, what made it easier was the guy I whipped never made a claim for compensation."

"So was it him or not?"

"Oh it was him; he brushed past me a few months later. He said it'll be my turn one day."

"And he's locked up?"

"No, I told my commanding officer about bumping into him, and he told me to forget about it, as he had stopped his sick little game, and catching him was virtually impossible, despite what he said to me in the street. So I got given a sideways shift to drugs. Naturally a few officers found out, and they never let me forget, especially one, Adrian Griffin is his name. He was my rival for promotion at the time. He was bloody cruel to me. One day one of the officers was retiring, and Griffin came up to me and said we were having a whip round for old Bates. I got my purse out and then stopped, as he lowered a cane on my desk. The rest of them were laughing, he whispered in my ear that Bates might like it, if not he would, but he'd like to whip my ass."

"Well, couldn't you report him or something?"

"There was no need; I got promotion, when everyone assumed Griffin would get it, hence the accusations. I think I'd better go, and I'm sorry I hurt you."

"What about the wedding ring?"

"It belonged to my mother. I wear it so I can always be near her."

When I got back home I threw my shirt in the laundry. An hour later Sharon called me to the kitchen, she was stood by the washing machine holding my shirt.

"What happened? The back of your shirt is covered in blood."

"I had a friend who got a little carried a way at the club, it's nothing really."

"I thought you said there were controls, or was that just for my benefit?" 

"Sharon, it was a private thing, it is nothing to do with you."

My shirt got thrown in my face, and she marched past me, leaving me to carry on with the washing.

Welch and I went to Spain. Welch handed over the money I had given him, and then he said it was time to go. We went back to our hotel.

"So how do we get this on the plane?" 

"Relax, it'll be delivered to the plane," Welch said, "one of the baggage handlers will pick it up in the morning, then he slips it in the baggage compartment. Another handler at Heathrow grabs it as it is being unloaded, and we meet him at the perimeter fence, where he throws it over to us. You don't think I'm stupid enough to actually have the stuff until we get back home, do you? Now wipe the case, we don't want all our finger prints over it."




Story Two Ch. 03



"Fuck, so you don't carry it on and off the plane?"

"You see, the police can't see further than their noses. I've been stopped three times at customs on some jumped up excuse about routine checks. They go through my baggage, find nothing, and let me go. Only once they had the brains to follow me out of the airport. I went back to the hotel and laid low, had a good night's sleep while they slept cramped, in their unmarked car outside. By the morning they had got pissed off and left. So I made the collection later, as planned, if things went tits up." 

"I'm surprised you handle the stuff yourself."

"Hey, trust in this business isn't exactly over flowing."

"In that case, how do you think I can just let the case go, and trust I'll see the drugs at Heathrow?"

He laughed, "I don't think my uncle is going to cross me. That is the guy you've just handed the money to. He moved out here years ago, and set himself up. The guys at this end work for him. Now are we going on the piss, or do you want to sit and cuddle the case all night?"

Welch was strangely silent on the flight on the way back. The flight attendant was most concerned as to why he seemed a little out of it. I managed to convince her he had a medical problem. Well he had been given a sedative to shut the fucker up before we left. He squirmed in the seat from time to time. Now and then I'd press the button which vibrated the butt plug, which Glen and I had inserted in his ass, earlier that morning. 

When we got to Heathrow Amanda was there to greet us, along with a few other officers from the drug squad. The drug was wearing off on by the time Welch was escorted in to the customs office. 

"What the hell did you do to him, he can hardily walk," Amanda hissed.

I smiled at Glen, "You might want to give him a cavity search. Have you retrieved the case yet?"

"Yes, and we caught a guy red-handed trying to smuggle it in an airport truck."

Glen and I went for coffee at the airport, an hour later Amanda came up to me with one of her officers, "We've just arrested him. You know that was quite cruel inserting that butt plug loaded with drugs, in his ass."

"Well, that was Glen's idea, just in case the baggage handler got the case a way, at least you'd find something. Glen's going home, but I was wondering, perhaps you and I could have a night in London?"

She dismissed the idea and walked away. A few minutes later she came back. 

"I've left Duncan to sort out the paper work," she said looking down at her feet, "Is that offer still open?"

Amanda and I lay together in the hotel room, and started talking about Welch.

"How long do you think he'll get?"

"I'm not sure, it depends on the judge."

"Well I do know of a judge who would hang him, only he's been dead for a few hundred years."

"Judge Jeffreys you mean I take it?"

"Yeah, did you know he loved nothing better than telling the criminals what terrible things were going to happen to them? I think some of them probably looked at hanging as preferred option, by the time he had finished detailing their torture."

"What about Sharon, what about you and her?"

"I had a text from my daughter, Sharon has moved out, apparently."

"You know, I'd like to visit the Spider club again, sometime in the future."

I looked down at Amanda as she started slipping down the bed. Her eyes watched me as she looked up from my chest. How could I tell her that she wasn't exactly trustworthy with a whip?

"I know what you're thinking, but you're wrong. I didn't tell you the whole of the story about me and the man I went undercover to catch. It was only when I stopped whipping him, I had doubts about him being our man, and then something else happened."

"Amanda, I think you need to tell this to a shrink."

She lifted her head, "Don't tell me you're not interested? Anyway I did see a shrink, her name was Hazel, she was 22, and sat there so sweetly in her chair in her plush new furnished office. On her desk was a photo of her in her wedding dress with her husband, cuddling and smiling for the soppy photos. By the time I had finished what I'm going to tell you, she didn't resemble the girl in the photo, her face had drained of colour, and she was sweating. She couldn't get a single word out, and she was trembling so much I thought she was going to collapse."

"Okay," I cleared my throat, "she was obviously raw, and perhaps to young to hear about you whipping him."

"She was fresh out of training I guess. Anyway, I started to untie him, before I could finish he grabbed my wrist. He offered the open cuff to me. His eyes were black as coal. I watched him pull his other wrist from the other cuff. I couldn't work out how he got out of it without a key. Then it dawned on me, he put himself in the cuffs. Something he did meant they wouldn't lock, they would just shut and appear to be locked."

"I've seen those, they do lock, but you have to turn the key in them to lock them properly."

"Well, I couldn't figure out why he hadn't pulled away, if I had hurt him so much. I just stared in his eyes, they were drawing me in. I felt weak, and not really in control. It was like time itself had stopped and that he and I were the only two people in the world. Something came over me. I lay my wrist in the cuff, like I was in some sort of trance. He called me his special girl, he told me I'd be lucky to survive, and if I did, he'd come back one day. He said he'd strip the skin from my body, using his whip. He told me he'd fuck me and keep me locked up, until he tired of me. He told me he was looking for the right girl, his special girl."

"Okay, so you got drawn in."

"I was more than drawn in. I've had fantasies before about men I've locked up. I told Hazel, sometimes I wish they would break out of prison and come looking for me. With the man holding the cuff open I couldn't stop myself. I lay my hand in the cuff. He knew, somehow he knew, or it dawned on him that I found it a turn on. When the police came through the door I still had my hand in the cuff, where it had been all through his speech, his mesmerising speech, about knowing what I wanted and how I was his special girl."

"Well wasn't that enough to lock him up?"

"No, it was his word against mine, which really doesn't stand up in court. Besides back then a few prostitutes getting beaten up, wasn't really deemed worthy of pursuing beyond how far we had already gone. So we had to let him go, I still couldn't believe it. I wanted him locked up for life, just because of the way he made me feel. We put a couple of officers on his tail for a week, apart from going to and from work, shopping and normal everyday things, he did nothing else. So the tail stopped and so did the beatings."

"So he was let off?" 

"Yes, he's still on file, but that has been collecting dust for a few years now. When I saw him in the street a few months after I had whipped him, my blood ran cold. I was trembling, and those eyes stared into my very soul, but they were blue. Each girl reckoned his eye was different colours."

"So he used coloured contact lenses?"

"Yes, but the colour never hid the soulless man they belonged to. By this time Hazel was starting to feel uncomfortable, I could tell. When I told her I saw him randomly from time to time, over a couple of years, she started twitching in her chair. He would whisper to me, in pubs, in the park, a supermarket, or even on a street full of people. She asked what he whispered. I told her, he would whisper to me, how much I'd love his torture, and his cock. How my body, my very being, wanted him to control me, and whether I lived or died. He said he'd make it know I was his prize. I told Hazel I wanted that too. I looked her straight in the eye and told her, I would be ready when he wanted me, and that's when she puked. I never saw her again. I know it was just a sexual fantasy on my part. But it lived in me for years, until I tailored it and watered it down."

"Why didn't you have him arrested, when you got better?"

"Haven't you been listening? You know, sometimes when I lay in bed, I couldn't help but imagine me being presented to him in hell. He'd have me for all eternity. Whipping me and fucking me day after day, maybe in front of the devil himself. But like I say, I'm over it now. I'd trust you to live out the watered down fantasy for me."

"You mean you want to be whipped?"

"Is that so hard to understand? I'm a long time over it, but the fantasy eats at me still. When I walked into your club, I knew I could kill my fantasy by playing it out. I've already acted out the first part with you. Now I need you to help me with the rest."

"Even if I thought it was a good idea. I don't think you could handle it, without any damage to yourself."

"I thought you'd say something like that. I have had three men who I've tried to live it out for me, each time it stopped short of what I thought it would be, although I don't mind the pain."

"I doubt you'll ever reach the intensity you're looking for."

"I will, with you. I even thought about Griffin whipping me, the officer who presented me with the cane when Bates retired, does that shock you?" 

"A little, but I guess he would be a natural choice. He wanted the promotion you were both after. I can imagine him getting off on whipping you too, and then he would he want to fuck you?"

"Good God no, I wouldn't let him."

"That's half the trouble, and why you haven't got full satisfaction from it. I'm guessing Griffin wants to fuck you?"

"Of course he does. It would be his revenge for not getting promotion."

"Well I guess it is obvious then. You are a sub, and sub's need domination. Controls can be put in place, but Griffin wants to humiliate you, like he did dropping the cane on your desk?"

"I play that over in my head sometimes, but I don't want him fucking me."

"Your suspect said he wanted to fuck you. Did he say anything else?"

"He told me, he was my master, and he would be all powerful, and I'd be his plaything." 

"Did that turn you on?"

"Yes, I guess it goes with everything else. To be under his control like that, to be his toy to do as he wishes, ridiculed I guess, does turn me on." 

"Did any of the others you tried to live out your fantasy with fuck you?"

"One man did, but he couldn't hold on. Also I need to deserve it. I'm sure you can imagine I can be a right bitch. I need, I think to have the tables reversed."

"I see now. Just say if you could wind Griffin up, like he did with you. If for example, you dropped the cane in front of him, like he did with you that might be a way of deserving it. Of course he would want to fuck you for his own ultimate satisfaction. 

"Are you saying if Griffin fucked me it would complete everything?"

"Probably, obviously you don't want your skin stripped from you body, but Griffin fucking you would mean that you've lived out as much of your fantasy as you can, but you'd have to deserve it. Imagine what he'd feel like knowing he fucked you, the hard nosed bitch detective."

"I can see that I guess...would you fuck me?"

"I already have, surely you noticed?"

She smiled, "You know what I mean."

"Yes, but I think that wouldn't work. I think I should whip you, and Griffin should be there to watch, and then fuck you. I'm not saying it would reach the heights of your fantasy, but it would recreate the hopelessness you feel in your fantasy, and the humiliation of being Griffin's fuck toy for the time. Plus I'd have to put a twist in there somewhere."

"Like what?"

"It is nothing for you to worry about, just something to heighten the arousal, and give you the feeling of not being in control, and helpless. The only thing is, if Griffin did fuck you, he might want a repeat."

"If he did fuck me, how could I make sure it was a one off?"

"Several ways, is he married?"

"No."

"There are still several ways. It's a lot to think over Amanda."

"But you are thinking about helping me, right?" 

"Yes, I'll admit it does have a certain appeal, but I take it you and Griffin, don't see much of each other now?"

Amanda smiled to herself, "Well, that's going to change soon. He is being transferred; he will be working for me on the drug squad. What are you smiling at?"



Story Two Ch. 04



"Amanda, I think I can help. But you have to think about it, and you have to ask yourself if you really want it to happen?" 

I watched her slip down my chest. Her lips kissed the tip of my cock, and then she slipped her mouth over it, sucked me deep, and then pulled her mouth off, "Yes, I really want it to happen."

Amanda and I talked over the next few weeks, well she talked and I listened, as I'm prone to do. As you can imagine, Amanda being a detective had very clear views on what she wanted. Taking control of her wasn't going to be easy, but she was very determined to get what she wanted. After meeting her a half a dozen times, to discuss which way was best, we still hadn't really reached an understanding.

"Amanda, I'm not sure this is a good idea, for you."

"So you keep saying, and that's why I have brought you this."

I flicked over the official looking document. 

"You are joking?"

"No, all I have to do is get this signed, and we'll turn your club upside-down looking for drugs, and do you really think you'll get permission to open a nightclub after we find drugs on your current premises?"

"You won't find anything, you know you won't, and besides I helped you catch that asshole."

"Two things, you didn't want it known you helped catch Mark Welch."

"And the second thing is?"

"There will be drugs at the Spider club, I can guarantee it."

"You mean you'd actually plant drugs at the club? God you're a bitch."

"All you have to do is set things up, and then this piece of paper gets shredded. You'll find Griffin likes to hang out at the Oak most nights."

A few weeks later I told her I had befriended Griffin. Her eyes opened wide and she smiled. I told her to think carefully about whether I should set things in motion. She pulled out the search warrant, and told me to start the ball rolling, unless I wanted her to get it signed. I nodded, and gave her a few instructions as how to get under Griffin's skin. She smiled and slipped the warrant back in her bag. 

"Hey buddy why the long face?"

"Oh nothing, it's just her again, my new boss. I've been working under her for nearly a month now. She's a fucking nightmare. I'm better at the job than she is; she breezes in and orders me to get her fucking coffee. Sorry I'm just a little wound up today."

"No problem Adrian, I'll admit Grace winds me up a little too. We are supposed to be partners, and any ideas I get for the club she stops them dead in their tracks, fucking women."

"I'll have to come to your club one night, and see what goes on."

"Fuck you were in Vice and sex crimes Addie, surely you know what goes on?"

"Yeah, I could tell you a thing or two."

"So this boss of your's you do know she's been to my club, don't you?"

"What? Oh you mean a couple of months ago, to do with the drugs thing. I bet she shit herself."

"Addie, maybe I shouldn't say, in fact, I know I shouldn't, but she has come to club a few times, for well, a little fun."

"Fuck, you're kidding me? Well the fucking bitch, wouldn't I love to catch her with her knickers down, so to speak."

"Is it that bad?"

"Look, she uses people to her own ends. She had a fling with a high ranking police officer."

I raised my eyebrows, "I had heard something, but that was a long time ago, wasn't it?"

"Yes, but I'm not talking about him, there were others after him. God even thinking about it makes my stomach churn." 

"Right I'll get you another beer, and then I'll be on my way."

I left him at the table staring into his empty pint glass. Whether or not Amanda did fuck her way to promotion wasn't anything to do with me. I looked back at Adrian and I could see his mind working. 

I knew from a few meetings with him he was getting into what went on in the club. A few descriptions of the things available, and the hot women who came there to surrender themselves, had him interested, but like all cops, he was a little wary. Listening to his side of the story over the weeks, he had told me Amanda wasn't worried about who she stepped on to get promotion. After a few discreet enquires, I also found out there was a lot of truth in what my new friend had been telling me about her. 

I walked back to the table, put his beer down, and lowered my head next to his ear, "You know, when I've dealt with her in the past, she's hinted at another guy joining in."

He looked at me for a second.

"The beauty of it is she likes it when I wear a mask. You could stand there in a mask and she'd never know it was you. Well see you again."

I patted him on the back and he nodded slightly.

I met with Amanda a few days later. I told her the wheels were in motion, but deep down I was still restless about everything.

"I need this to happen, and I like to get my own way."

Her lips quivered a little, and she pushed me back against the stone wall, and into the shadows. I felt her fingers fumbling with my zip, and she pulled it down, and tugged my cock free.

"Amanda, how will you stop this going round the police station?"

She grinned, "He won't say anything."

"What if he wants a repeat?"

"I'm his boss. Besides he isn't squeaky clean. I know he has used his position in the past to get his way with prostitutes, and, well, while he's fucking me I want you to rip his mask off."

"It still sounds a little dangerous, and why the hell do you want me to rip his mask off?"

"So I'll have a hold over him."

I got the impression Amanda wasn't telling me everything. I didn't see how revealing Adrian to Amanda, as he fucked her, was going to give her back control, unless of course she screamed rape, and being utterly selfish, where would that leave me in all of this?!

"I'm not sure Amanda; I don't really think this is a good idea."

She smiled at me, "I think you're missing the point, I want this to happen, and unless you arrange it for me, I'll activate the warrant. Now be a good boy, and enjoy yourself."

Her hand curled round my stiffening cock. Her body was pressed against me and her head was tipped up looking at me, our faces just inches apart. I could smell her sweet breath, and feel and hear the uncertain breathing escaping her mouth. 

"I want this and you said a few months ago you could help. You've got no choice now, unless you want your club raided," her hand started jerking my cock, "you're going to whip me in front of him, and then you'll hand him the whip. Whatever he does to me you let him, you don't stop him....and when he fucks me you whip off his mask."

"You'll have to trust that I'm not angry about you blackmailing me. I might just hand him the whip and walk away."

Her eyes searched mine for a few seconds, but her hand upped the pace on my cock.

"You'd do that?" she panted heavily.

"Amanda, once you're tied up, you won't have any control. You'll be at my mercy, and his."

Her mouth dropped open and she breathed heavily, "God damn it that's what I want."

She kissed me hard, and then backed away slightly, so our lips were just inches apart. She gulped deeply, and looked like she had hurt her throat.

"I want him to fuck me. I want him to get his pleasure. I want him to look me in the eye, and know he is fucking me. I won't know it's him until you yank off the mask, which, obviously, you're not going to tell him about."

"Amanda, you have to be really sure about that."

Her hand pushed me back against the stone wall, as her tongue stabbed in my mouth. When she pulled away again a minute later, we were both panting. 

"That's the deal, you both whip me, and then you both fuck me, have you got that?"

I nodded.

She dropped to her knees and looked up at me, "Good, I want him to see the terror in my eyes when you reveal him to me. I want him to think he has a hold over me," she panted, and plunged her eager mouth over my cock.

Maybe she was trying to live out a fantasy, but now I had heard she would stop at nothing to get what she wanted, I feared for her and Adrian both. 

Amanda sucked and jerked and forced her mouth further over my cock, choking herself a little. She was frantic and pulling my hips, digging her nails in the flesh. Her grunts and breathing sounded full of passion. I stood there looking up at the stars, just listening to her and feeling her devouring my cock. 

The moon turned watery as my eyes glazed over, and as cloud cover swept across it, I felt myself exploding in her mouth. I held her head firmly, almost like some wild animal clinging to his prey. She sucked and swallowed, until she choked a little, and pulled her mouth off. I gripped her hair and finished pumping cum in her open mouth. She just knelt there staring up at me, with the same passion in her eyes that I was feeling. 

She used me to pull herself up, and went to wipe a dribble of cum off her chin. I grabbed her wrist stopping her. For a moment she had fire in her eyes, which quickly faded. I let go of her wrist, and she went to wipe my spunk from her chin, she stopped herself, and grinned.

"Do you expect me to walk down the road, with your mark on me?"

"It's late, it's dark, and we're on the quiet side of town. The only people likely to be about are dog walkers, taking their dogs for a late night shit, before they go to bed."

She wiped my spunk from her mouth, "And what if a policeman walks by and recognises me?"

I laughed a little, knowing she was right.

She walked up the road on my arm, and we soon found ourselves in the town. The odd taxi passed us, carrying the straggling drunks on their way home. Now and then her heels dragged along the pavement, as she leant against me. We didn't talk we just walked, and then I dragged her off in a direction she wasn't expecting. As we left the town's lights, it gradually got darker. 

"You haven't finished with me yet then?" she asked with a little giggle. 

I didn't answer her I just smiled, and she gripped my arm tighter and chuckled again. As the fast sweeping cloud cover blotted out the moon and now the stars, I pulled her over the road, and down to the river. 

She pulled me to a stop, "Where are you taking me?" she asked. 

I yanked on her arm and we went by the prison, and down the steep slope. We stopped on a foot bridge and I got on my knees in front of her. 

"So, are you wearing stockings or tights?" I asked.

"Find out," was all she said with a wicked grin. 

My hand glided up her nylon clad legs, under her skirt, and then past Amanda's stocking tops. When my hands came down again, they pulled her knickers down too. She chuckled a little more loudly, and then put her hand over her mouth, and shushed herself. She stepped out of her knickers and I picked them up.

"So, you want a souvenir do you?"

I returned her grin, "Not me, but someone might find them." 

I flicked my wrist and her black knickers went over the rail on the bridge, and dropped into the flowing river below.

"You bloody shit," she snarled, and spun round trying to see her panties in the dark, floating down the river.

She turned back to me, smiled, and threw her head back and started laughing. I took her hand and pulled her over the bridge into the darkness. I pushed her over a picnic bench and ripped her blouse off her back. She started to complain about me tearing her blouse, until she watched the red material floating through the air and into the river. 

"God this is dirty, and not to mention costly for you. You'll have to replace my panties and blouse." 

I spun her round and unclipped her bra.

"Oh god no, you can't," she protested, but she did stop me pulling the bra straps down.

I held her bra over the river's edge, "Take off your skirt, or I drop the bra."

"No fucking way."

"Fine, then you'll have to get home with just your hands covering your tits."

I started walking up the path towards Hangman's cottage. I had gone 5 or 6 paces before I heard her high heels coming after me. I sensed her lunge at the bra, and I jerked it away and held it out over the river.

"Alright you prick, wait a minute, but you're not having my skirt."

She took her skirt off and rushed up behind me. I turned round, and as if by magic the cloud covering the moon opened. She was smiling, and I stared at her mostly naked body. 

"Give me my bra back now."

"Give me your skirt then."

"No way," she said, and chuckled again.

I moved quickly ripping the skirt from her grasp. 

"Oh fuck it," she swore, "give them back, I'm not pissing about, I'll have you arrested."

She watched her bra fly into the river. 

"You are so in trouble now," she spat.

Her skirt followed in the same direction as her bra. 

"It looks like you'll have to arrest me now. I'll go willingly. Now the police station, I think we've got to walk back through the town, luckily it's near 3 am, so there won't be many people about." 

I started walking putting my hands in the air. 

"Give me your coat and we'll call it quits, please," she added.

"Okay, but I want your shoes and stockings, in the river."

I heard her stamp her foot, "Fucking hell, I'll be naked then you idiot."

"No, you'll have my coat."

I heard her mumbling under her breath behind me, and then a splash in the river quickly followed by another one. I smiled to myself and stopped by another picnic table. I turned and there she was rolling down her stockings. She dropped them in the river and stood holding out her hand.

I took my coat off and put it on the picnic table. She moved towards it and I grabbed her wrist. I spun her round and pushed her back on my coat. I moved her legs open, got between them, and buried my face in her tits.

Her fingers clawed at my back, and we kissed hard. After a few moments, I unfurled her arms from me, went down between her legs, and then started eating the hell out of her pussy. Her fingers began pulling my head deeper and deeper between her legs. She began rocking her hips mashing her wet pussy into my face. Within a few minutes she shuddered and came over my face, swearing in whispers in the moonlight.

Amanda went to get up, but I had other ideas. My cock was soon ramming between her legs, and again she clung to me wrapping her left leg around my right leg.

"Come on do it...come....come, stop bloody well holding back....come you bastard."

Eventually I let myself go. Thrusting deeper and harder just taking what I wanted, and it would seem, what Amanda was eager for me to have.

I withdrew, just as the cloud started covering the moon again. I had time for just one glimpse of Amanda's naked body, lying exposed on the picnic table. Slowly her white body faded into the darkness. I closed my eyes and savoured the image for just a moment longer. I took her hand, pulled her gently to her feet, and then slipped my overcoat over her. 

We walked slowly again, and I could hear her mumbling. 

"What are you on about?"

"Oh I'm just adding up in my head, how much my new clothes will cost you." 

"Well, I can always come back here in the morning with a net, and try and find your clothes." 

She slipped her arm through mine and whispered, "You can come back to mine if you want?"

"Amanda, I thought we agreed nothing serious."

"We did, but I have got some bacon that needs eating. I'm not after snaring you, it'll only complicate things. I don't want you backtracking on our little arrangement."

We grinned at each other and walked on, but her last sentence stung my head. It was like despite all the things she had just gone through; she still had that in the back of her mind. 

Two weeks later I got a call from Grace. The Spider club had been raided, and an amount of drugs had been found. I drove back from my break with Michelle, who gave me an earful most of the way. 

"This is unbelievable. I knew something like this would happen, bloody hell dad, you'll get locked up. Mum is going to go crazy, she'll disown you."

"Well, we're not married."

"Oh yeah, it's just another bloody mistake, like I was."

"Michelle you were not a mistake."

"Well I'm bloody well sat here aren't I? Or did you two think, oh sod it; let's have a baby, Christ you weren't deciding what to have for bloody tea."

"Michelle, just calm down, you were not a mistake, we talked it over one night when we went out for dinner."

"Oh did you?" she scoffed, "I can just hear it now. What would sir and madam like, a side salad, or a baby boy or girl?" 

I dropped her off at home and shut my eyes waiting for the car door to slam shut. Michelle didn't disappoint me there. 

I got round to the club just as the police were packing up. I went into the office. Grace was on the phone and puffing hard on a cigarette. 

"God this is a fucking mess. That was our solicitor on the phone; we've got a meeting with him at 9.30. Whatever possessed you to start fucking selling shit here?"

"Grace I didn't."

"Well someone has been selling drugs, fucking hell three months ago you got that prick arrested. Did you decide to keep some of it?"

I pulled my phone out of my pocket, "Do you honestly think I'd do that?"

She sighed and ran her fingers through her hair, "No, but someone here is doing it. I'm going to have to sack all the staff, get new ones in, and that's if we don't get bloody well closed down. Luckily it wasn't much. Who are you phoning?"

"Amanda Barkley the detective, she must know what has gone on; she's in charge of the drug squad."

"Don't bother, she is expecting you at the station, I said you'd go round."

I got shown into an interview room, a nice place, not! A hard plastic chair, a table, and a tape recorder, surround by grey dirty walls, and the usual mirror on one side of the wall, it was all just like in the movies. Amanda came in and I stood up. Ready to talk to her, she was followed in by Adrian, and a uniform officer.

"Thank you for coming in, please sit down. This is off the record, and you're not being charged, you are just helping us with our enquires. You may if you wish have someone here, but again I stress, you are not being charged."

I spent the time staring at Amanda, as she spoke. She was so detached, and I knew then I wouldn't be able to get through to her, especially with Adrian and the other cop there. 

"I'm sure this is just one of your employees, who probably decided to earn a little extra. Unless of course you admit to anything, then of course we have to change things, and this no long becomes an informal chat. Do you want to admit to anything, now?" Adrian said sounding just as detached as Amanda. 

I realised this wasn't going to go how I wished. I stared at Amanda, trying to see a chink of hope, or a minimal drop in her expression. She sat there stone faced.

"I don't know anything about this" I turned directly to Amanda, "I think I'm being set up?"

"You think you are being set up, why would you think that?" Adrian asked.

Amanda's face was rock solid, did she have no conscience? Okay she was a police detective, but not one ounce of remorse in her body, was something I never expected. 

"Who do you think would set you up then, or maybe we should at this stage say, the club is being, set up?" Adrian said as he looked to Amanda. 

I sat back on the chair, aware that both of them were just staring at me, waiting for me to talk. While I was tired after driving for two hours, I decided to go on the offensive. 

"Maybe someone didn't like the fact that we consider our members mental state of health, as well as the physical side. Maybe some of them have ideas which aren't really focused on enjoyment. Maybe some might use what happens in the club to blackmail someone else."

Adrian looked a little confused, he asked, "What does that mean, exactly?" 

"I'll tell you what it means," Amanda said without flinching from eye contact with me, "it means, someone might get a little upset if they couldn't find what they were looking for at the club, it means the customer isn't always right, it means someone might just find a way to get back at the owners, if the service they provide isn't up to expectations."




Story Two Ch. 04



I looked directly at her, as Adrian asked, "Are you, telling me, this is because of something which you might have done, or rather not let a certain someone do?"

Amanda sat there brushing a piece of fluff off her jacket, almost but not quite grinning at me. She opened her mouth to speak.

Adrian butted in before Amanda could say anything, "Look, the club is respected more than the one over the other side of town, maybe it is your rivals trying to set your club up? I think we should finish on that."

I watched Amanda get to her feet, I wanted to chase after her, but she was out the door before I could even think about, how I was going to talk to her alone.

Adrian lagged behind and pulled my arm, "Don't worry, we'll get to the bottom of this."

"I think I already have," I replied leaving him wondering, and then said no more. 

I watched Amanda moving purposely up the corridor, and I hoped she could feel my eyes burning like lasers in the back of her fucking head.

The next few days I tried to get hold of her by phone. I even phoned the station but as soon as I gave my name I was told Detective Barkley was unavailable. There was only one thing for it. I made a few phone calls and a couple of days later I knew what had to be done. 

I waited in the shadows outside Amanda Barkley's house. It was gone 11 pm when she eventually pulled up in her car. I took a deep breath and moved a couple of paces forward. Both car doors opened and a tall guy got out of the passenger seat. I moved two paces back by the tree.

He slipped his hand round her waist, and she stretched up and kissed him as they walked towards the house. She chuckled and turned to face him. They kissed again, only this time longer and more passionately. Amanda's left leg even bent at the fucking knee as her foot came off the ground. Her right arm went round his neck clutching a bunch of roses. There she was without care in the world, while I was getting it in the neck from Grace, my ex, and Michelle. I checked the photo I had been given again, it was definitely him.

I headed back to the Spider club, mainly to think about my next move, oh alright then, for a drink or two, and to think. 

Grace didn't take kindly to hearing why I thought we had been raided, when I finally told her.

"Why the fuck didn't you go through with it and just whip her ass and let that guy fuck her?" 

"Because I didn't think she would be able to cope."

"Jesus Christ, she's a cop, they can cope with things like that, and it would probably help get it out of her system. Now she has carried out her threat, and we are in deep shit, the vindictive bloody bitch."

The next morning I was stood at Amanda's front door. The birds were singing, the sun was out, even the fucking milkman was whistling. The front door opened and stood in doorway was the man from last.

"Can I help you?" he asked.

I held up Amanda's black knickers, which I had fished out of the river the night after she had stripped. 

"Amanda," he called in a somewhat desperate tone.

I saw her smiling face before she saw me, the smile soon dropped.

"I found these; I thought you might want them back."

"What's going on here?" the tall man asked.

"Nothing, just go to work William," Amanda said grumpily.

"But, I don't understand, who is this man?"

I plonked her panties in his hand and said, "Be a good chap, and go to work, William."

I was inside the house and closing the door, as William still stood on the doorstep with a quizzical look on his dumb face, staring at the knickers in his hand.

"You've got a nerve coming here," Amanda spat.

I didn't answer her I just moved into the kitchen. The table was full of the remains of breakfast. I picked up a piece of untouched toast, and started eating it.

"So, are you and Bill serious?"

"No, William is well, a friend."

"Fuck, he's in for a shock then."

"What does that mean?"

"I thought I was your friend, do you always pick guys up, and then plant drugs in their place of work?"

"It wasn't my idea."

"Of course not," I spat flicking the switch on the kettle, "I really didn't think you would do it. I told you I'm not prepared to help you with what you wanted."

She flicked the switch on the kettle, and the noise died. She walked towards me, pulling the cord on her dressing gown. It slipped off her shoulders, underneath she was completely naked. She handed me a wooden spoon from the large pot on the work top. 

"You know, I could have your home searched, it wouldn't take much to convince those I need to convince. Equally, I can stop things going any further. Just give me what I need."

"And what about William?" I enquired

She grinned at me like I was stupid, like she knew something I didn't, but I did.

I spun her round quickly and pushed her onto the table, not caring that her tits ended up in the remains of a breakfast. I reached for her handcuffs which hung on the back of a chair, and snapped them on her wrists.

The wooden spoon landed on her ass more times than I could count. I watched her fingers grip the end of the table. She panted, grunted, squealed, and eventually begged me to stop.

I pulled her up by her hair, and spun her round to face me. Her breathing was heavy and her eyes full of lust. She forced her mouth on mine, as her fingers tore at my trousers. I lifted her ass on the table, and heard the eggs in the box shatter under her backside. My dick ripped into her and she gave a big gasp, threw her cuffed hands over my head, and clung to my neck. Her panting in my ear filled my head as we jerked together. Long deep strokes plunged in her wet pussy, as she clung on begging for it harder.

Plates, cups, and cutlery hit the floor, bouncing and smashing, rolling and spinning, until she came. I pushed her back until she was laying in one of the plates. Her hands went over her head desperately trying to grab something. She knocked the carton of orange juice over, the carton stayed on the table, but the juice spat out of the container, and splashed on the floor. My spunk mirrored the orange juice in a way, only it hit the depths of Amanda's warm wet pussy. 

I straightened up but her arms stretched back up dragging me into a kiss that she seemed so desperate for. Finally she let me up and started jerking her shoulders. I looked over her shoulder and saw what she was trying to get. I peeled the rasher of bacon from her back. 

"So, you'll sort it then?"

She peeled her ass off the squashed egg box, and cursing she grabbed a handful of kitchen roll, and started wiping the running egg from her ass, still in the handcuffs.

"Sort it? Look, things have sort of gone beyond my control. You remember when I said...." 

"....What the fuck does that mean?" I interrupted. 

"Do you remember when you came to the police station, and I said about someone not liking being turned away?"

"Yes, so you really did carry out your threat."

"It wasn't exactly my threat. You turned a man away a few months ago. He's pretty high up in the police department. Now just take your medicine, I'm sure the club will open again in a few months, we don't have a suspect, and there won't be a prison term for anyone. Take it on the chin."

"You fucking bitch."

"Yes aren't I just. You know everything fell into place. We couldn't believe our luck when you offered to help with Welch."

"So you planned this even then?" 

She chuckled and tossed her head back, "William promised me a promotion if I could help him out. The bit about the guy we were after was true, I did go undercover, but I didn't put my hand in the cuff. I had to tell you something which would get your mind working and your dick hard. Don't feel too hard about it, as I said you'll be open again in a few months. Now get the key to my cuffs it's in my jacket pocket.

"My god, is there nothing you wouldn't do to get promotion?"

She grinned and raised her eyebrows. 

"Now you had better get out, that asshole Adrian is due to pick me up in an hour, and I don't suppose you want to help me clean up around here?"

"What about Adrian, and what about all that business of him whipping you?"

"Okay, I'm just making sure he won't put in for the job I want. Now get the key."

"So you'd let him fuck you to blackmail him, what if he tried to blackmail you?"

"Oh get real. It would happen in your club, with your camera's recording everything. When you ripped off his mask and I saw who it was."

"Then you'd scream rape?"

She moved forward and kissed me, forcing her tongue deep in my mouth. When I didn't respond she backed away.

"You really don't get it do you? The guy you're doorman turned away a 6 months ago, was William."

I pulled the photo from my jacket pocket. For the first time her confident attitude changed. 

"We know him, or rather my doorman does. He used to work at the other club, which is why he turned William away. He got thrown out of the other club for being to aggressive. So he's a policeman, and the guy who was told to keep away from you for his benefit. You neglected to tell me he was married." 

"Well fuck you, Mr Smug. So I planted the drugs, or rather got someone else to do it. I'll still get the job, William and I never really split up. We have to go fucking miles away where people don't know us, and I really did love him."

"I'm sure you did, but now you're just using him, like you are using me, and what about Adrian?" I hissed.

"Do you really think I care? Once they find traces of the same drug in Adrian's locker and your club, he will get thrown off the force. All you had to do was set him up to whip me and pull his fucking mask off, and I wouldn't have gone this far with the drugs." 

"So you'd scream rape, knowing it was all caught on the cameras at the Spider Club."

"Yes, bravo you fool. I heard whispers Adrian was going up in the estimations of the higher ranking officers. He is a good policeman, and his move to the drug squad was always going to be threat."

"Which you heard from William I'm guessing?"

"So fucking what? Well I couldn't have Adrian getting promotion over me could I? Now be a good boy and get lost, and don't think about trying to complain about this, I'm sure you know just how much of a threat I can be."

I grinned at her and opened my shirt. Her eyes went as big as saucers when she saw the small microphone and wires. I pulled her over the table as she was still struggled with the thought of how she had been caught. I looped my belt through the chain on the handcuffs, and tied it down low to the table leg, leaving her stretched across the table on her stomach. 

"You bastard, you can't do this to me!" she hollered, and tugged trying to get herself free.

I walked on up the road smiling to myself. The driver's side of the unmarked police car slowly lowered. I opened my shirt and pulled the tape and microphone off my chest and handed it to Adrian.

"We've got enough on her now, thanks for helping out."

"So you'll get a medal or something for this?"

Adrian laughed, "No, I'll get the promotion I deserved ages ago."

"What about the charges against the club?" 

"Well we've got it all on tape now; she admitted to the plant, the charges will be dropped. Where is she?"

"She's tied to the kitchen table, and I'd like my belt back too later on."

He grinned.

"Where are the other policemen?"

"I radioed them as you came out, they are on their way." 

The next day Adrian turned up at the club. 

"Here's your belt, and I borrowed this from the club a few nights ago." 

Adrian handed me a mask. 

"After you told me how you had decided to get her to talk, and how you would leave her, well, I thought I'd never have the chance again." 

"You mean you went in there alone?" I asked shocked.

"Just for 30 minutes or so, then I came out and radioed for back for up."

He winked, grinned, slapped me on the back, and strolled out of the busy again, Spider club.