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Venus Flytrap

By: PompousBuffoon



Jessica Fallon strolled along the boardwalk at a leisurely pace. Jessica was wearing her new oversized sunglasses with her favorite floppy straw hat and her new powder blue string bikini.

Jessica smiled as she felt the beautiful new, gaily colored floral beach wrap flutter around her hips in the ocean breeze. She had her new beach bag, was wearing her new wedge sandals, her killer tan and of course, her crystal pendant necklace.

The shops were all packed with shoppers. The vendor stands were serving lines of moms and dads buying hotdogs, pretzels and cold drinks for the kiddies. The beach was packed with sunbathers and kids playing Frisbee.

The sounds of relaxed vacationers and thrilled arcade players, the smell of salt water, suntan oil and barbeques all jostled for Jessica's attention; the water was crowded with vacationers splashing in the surf and of course, there were the ever present muscle bound lifeguards, looking languidly out over their little stretch of the beach like so many overstuffed diners at an all-you-can-eat buffet.

It didn't matter; Jessica wasn't looking for just some goofball tourist or a meathead surfer-boy. She had wasted enough time with a bigger loser then any one of those chumps. Aaron Templeton may have been nowhere near the beach this morning, but he was very much on Jessica's mind!

This morning, Jessica had her battle plan already in motion, her secret weapon was swinging teasingly between her breasts, drawing even more attention to her magnificent cleavage... everything was just about ready. Jessica smiled again, all she needed now was a nice hunky, disposable guy... then she would teach that son-of-a-bitch loser Aaron a lesson!

Jessica headed into the courtyard of the Green Parrot Bar and Grill, she immediately saw a strong candidate seated at the bar. She took off her hat, sat at the corner table just under the awning, away from the late morning crowd and waited for one of the waiters. 

Van Parker chided, "Look, just forget about her, she's not worth it dude! So the stupid bitch tried to use you and when she couldn't get at your money, she took off for greener pastures. 

It happens all the time. Get used to it man. Just forget the bitch and get back in the game already!

Look at yourself man... you are young, good looking, you got a great job, you just inherited your grandmother's place on the hottest beach on the Jersey Shore. Take my word for it Jim, there will be girls lining up to get a shot at you! 

Now come on, have another drink, get your buzz on and let's get back out there! Look: sun, surf, fun, more hot babes than you can slip your dick into... and all you want to do is sit in here and think about some useless bitch user!"

Van elbowed his forlorn friend as he looked out towards the court yard and saw the hottest girl that he had seen this weekend.

"Whoa Dude, check it out! My ride just got here. Now watch and learn: 'Van the Man' is gonna show you the way it's done. Hey, too bad she doesn't have a wing-girl for you...

Hey bartender, I'll have the same again and a mimosa, chop-chop!"

Van leered to his friend, "Yeah that sweet little thing is just my type Jimbo! She looks good enough to eat right here... Um, listen... Jim, why don't you order another drink for yourself and give me some time alone back at the bungalow to do her the right way...? This girl looks so hot I think I like to eat her twice!"

The bartender came, put the two drinks on the bar and took out the payment from the remains of Jim's twenty. Van snatched the mimosa up and gave his sad-sack wingman another elbow.

"Get a look at a 'grade A' woman Jim... you could be doin' one like that some day, but this one's mine pal!"

Van slipped a small eye dropper bottle out of his pocket and took advantage while the chump glanced at the girl who would forever be out of his league. Van put two quick squirts from the bottle into the mimosa.

"I'll see you back at the bungalow after lunch Jimbo!"

Jim nursed his drink as he watched Van move in for the kill. Jim also noticed that Van had left his wallet and his key for the bungalow on the bar.

Jim turned back to his drink and muttered under his breath, "Fucking Putz!"

Jim took two twenties out of Van's wallet and put them on the bar. He tossed off the rest of his beer and ordered another. 

Van quickly sized up the situation as he made his way to the court yard: A super hot girl coming in for breakfast... no girlfriends... beach bag on the chair next to her... no boyfriend... Van mentally planned his attack, 'This girl is looking for action: best to use the direct approach!'

"Hi, I'm Van. But you can call me any time!"

The girl barely looked up.

"So um... babe..., service at this hour is at the bar... I um, I said to myself, 'Van, there's a girl who could use a little drinky to start what's going to be the best day of her life!'" 

Jessica looked up, "So Van, are you going to sit and have that drink, or should I go sit with your cute friend back at the bar?"

Jessica saw the smug glance that Van passed back to his friend at the bar and immediately sized up this unexpected candidate: 'Definitely disposable! Overly talkative, tan lines on the neck and wrists, middle height, scrawny build..., probably a car salesman.'

When Van started to talk, Jessica started to think that maybe this 'candidate' was going to be given a quick pass. She decided to ignore the drink and acted bored, hoping that Van would get the hint. But he kept on talking and looking at her boobs...

Jessica decided to move her sunglasses up to rest on the top of her head and began to glance anywhere but at Van. The crashing bore kept on talking... still looking at her boobs...

Jessica smiled patiently and pointed out, "Van, I don't think that this is going to work out..."

"Oh but baby... you don't know anything about me yet!"

After about five minutes of hearing all about Van, all that Jessica could actually remember was that he hadn't once asked what her name was and, yes, Van was a used car salesman.

Jessica interrupted Van's monologue, "All right Van, I think that I've heard enough, now why don't you get lost?"

"Oh come on baby, look: we're both young, we're both attractive, I know that there's more that you'd like to know about me!"

Jessica decided that Van needed a stronger hint. She leaned in, took hold of her crystal pendant and began to swing it slowly in front of her breasts... "All right Van, tell me all about your friend at the bar..."

Van glanced quickly from the girl's gorgeous boobs, up to her eyes and back again to the swinging, sparkling pendant... "Who Jimbo...? Yeah, nice guy... Firefighter..."

Van stopped to take a swig of his beer and looked at Jessica, "He's kind of shy though, he broke up with his girl a couple of months ago..." Van's gaze returned quickly to the swinging pendant.

Jessica was intrigued, "Why, what happened?"

Van glanced back up feeling slightly disoriented, but he knew that he was seeing all the right signs: the girl was smiling..., leaning in..., plumping her B-cup, no maybe C-cup boobs..., She was absently twirling a lock of hair with one finger..., playing with her necklace with the other hand... 

Van took another swig of his beer, looked down at the swinging pendant and thought to himself, 'Oh yeah, I got this one in the bag!' 

Jessica waited until Van's eyes glazed over a little, "Van? Why did Jim break up with this girl?"

Van glanced up momentarily then his eyes wandered back down to the swinging pendant. "Yeah... Veronica got grabby... They were only dating... she was already trying to try to run his life... Jimbo inherited enough money to retire right now... and a neat little bungalow here at the beach... She tried to pressure him to sell it... he would have gotten a nice chunk of change... he didn't want to sell... so she started... to date... a friend... of his... made a real... fool of him..." 

Jessica watched as the little reflected sparkles played over Van's face and decided that Van had squandered his fifteen minutes in record time. And now the obnoxious bore was late for an appointment: anywhere but here. Still she couldn't resist one more question.

"So why is Jim here this weekend?"

Van unconsciously began to fight his way back up to the surface, "Vacation... drink... relax... clean the bitch's stuff out of the bungalow..."

Van sat up and cleared his throat, "That's why we're here this morning. The poor guy needs some liquid courage!"

Jessica continued to speak in calm and relaxing tones, "Van, I think that it's good to relax..., I think that you should relax...,"

Van found his mind drifting, he fought his way back up to the surface once again and decided that he needed to take charge... this kind of a girl wanted to be dominated! This girl needed to be told what to do!

Van looked up at Jessica's eyes, "Yeah, so here's what you're gonna do. You and me are going back to the bungalow..." 

Jessica took a deep cleansing breath, knowing full well that the sight of her heaving breasts would draw Van's gaze back down to where it belonged. 

Van persisted even as he started watching the swinging pendant again, "I'd like to slip that skimpy bikini off of your hot little body... I can't wait until you take my cock into your mouth... just wait until I get my tongue... into that sweet little twat of yours... I'll make you... scream with pleasure... You wouldn't believe... the things... I can do... with your... tits..."

Jessica could see Van's drooping eyes swing rhythmically back and forth in time with the pendant. She decided that more drastic steps would now be needed. She kept the heaving breasts working in counterpoint to the swinging, sparkling pendant.

"I love to relax Van... You love to relax... Count with me Van..., count from ten... all the way back to zero... Then we can relax together... Ten..."

Van looked up... he knew that something was wrong, but couldn't quite grasp what was happening to him, "You haven't even had any of the drink that I bought you!"

Jessica felt another flash of annoyance and thought that this guy was really starting to annoy her. She decided that if he was a good boy and went quietly, she would go easy on him, if not... 

"Ya know babe, after you finish that little drinky, I'd like to talk more about what I can do with my dick up your ass!"

Jessica smiled indulgently and decided to try to find something else to occupy Van's dirty little mind with for a while. She took another deep breath then she smiled a wicked smile as Van's eyes drifted back down to where she wanted them.

"You know what I like to do to relax Van...?

I like to suck a man's cock to relax, Van...

Inch by inch, I suck his big fat cock to relax, Van...

I count off the inches as I go deeper and deeper Van...

I give him a little tickle with my tongue with every inch, Van... Ten..."

Van kept his eyes glued to the sparkling pendant and smiled, "Ten..."

"That's it Van, oh now I can really relax Van... nine..."

Van kept on smiling and chuckled contentedly, "Nine..."

"Oh yes Van, I take that cock deeper into my mouth Van... eight..." 

"Eight..."

"Yes Van, feel that juicy cock sliding deeper on your tongue to relax Van... seven..."

"Seven..."

"Yes Van, the deeper you take that cock into your mouth the more you relax..., sleep Van... six..."

"Six..."

"Yes Van, I'm going to say a word, whenever you hear me say that word you will relax into a deep, deep sleep Van... five..."

"Five..."

"Yes Van, the word is: 'Jackass.' Whenever you hear me say 'Jackass,' you will go immediately into a deep trance Van... four..."

"Four..."

"Yes Van, when you are in the trance, you will hear what I say and you want to do what I say Van... three..."

"Three..."

"Yes Van, when I say 'Jackpot," you will awaken and won't consciously remember me or anything of what you heard and did while you were in the trance... two..."

"Two..."

"You are now in a deep, deep trance Van, you hear only me and you will do what I say Van... one..."

"One..."

"You are now in a deep trance Van, you will answer me truthfully... zero..."

"Zero..."

"Van, do you like to talk to people and to dance with people?"

"Yes..."

"Van do you know a bar called the 'Pink Pony?'"

"Yes..."

"You should go there Van, there are lots of people to talk to and lots of people to dance with. You could talk to them about cars... You like to sell cars, don't you Van?"

"Pink Pony... Itzza... fag bar..."

"Yes Van, but Gay men and Lesbians need cars too, you could talk to them, they are very nice people who need cars, you could dance with them, you could sell cars to them Van..."

Van glanced dreamily up into Jessica's eyes and chuckled contentedly, "Sell them cars..."

Jessica leaned in smiling and motioned Van to lean closer, "That's right Van. You should stop wasting your time here and go sell cars... now tell me Van, how do you relax?"

Van's eyes drifted peacefully back down and admired the soothing little dancing sparkles. "Meet people at the Pink Pony... talk... dance... suck cocks..."

Jessica continued to swing her crystal pendant slowly in front of her breasts and continued to speak softly, "Oh yes that's right Van, relax now and feel that big fat cock pushing past your lips, you love that feeling don't you Van?"

"Yes... love it..."

"Now relax and roll your tongue all around that fat juicy cockhead Van."

Van opened his mouth wide and rolled his tongue around and around.

"That right just like that Van, relax and taste the delicious cum as it squirts out onto your tongue Van. That is when you should feel happy Van; when you drink your lover's cum!

You have made your lover so happy Van! Hear him sigh with pleasure Van... it is such a relaxing feeling to hear him sigh Van...

Count from ten all the way back to zero and relax more with every sigh from your contented lover Van."

"Ten..."

"Now nibble gently on the skin of the shaft and on his scrotum... lick him all the way around... Listen to how he sighs... You are happy that you are giving your lover pleasure Van."

"Nine..."

"Now I want you to take your lover's delicious, soft dick all the way back into your mouth again Van..."

"Eight..."

"Relax and fondle his balls, give them just the littlest of squeezes Van..."

"Seven..."

"Relax and think about what you need Van... you need to take all of your lover's dick back into your mouth. Just relax your throat and feel the big soft dick sliding over your tongue Van... it tastes so good Van!"

"Six..."

"Relax and feel that big soft dick getting harder in your mouth Van... Your lover is so pleased with you Van..."

"Five..." 

"Relax and feel how hard your lover's big fat juicy cock is getting in your mouth Van..."

"Four..." 

"You need to please your lover Van. Roll your tongue all around the big fat cockhead and squeeze your lover's balls Van. Take his cock deeper into your mouth... you feel happy because you know what is going to happen soon Van... Tell me what is going to happen Van!

"My lover will shoot his cum... into my mouth... I will drink my lover's cum... I will be happy... Three..." 

"Oh Van you are such a good cocksucker you are even making me happy. I am so proud of you right now Van!"

"Two..."

When I say the word 'Jackpot' you will wake up and realize that you need to go sell cars and relax with the nice people at the Pink Pony, you can get to know them Van and you can drink with them Van..."

"One..."

You can talk to them Van... you can dance with them Van... you can relax with them... Van... any time a man tells you to relax, you will want to suck his cock. Any time that I say the word 'Jackass' you will fall deep into a trance... You won't consciously remember talking to me today. Do you understand Van?"

"Yes... Zero..."

"Van... Jackpot!"

Van sat up and looked around. He quickly finished off his beer and told the strange girl that he found himself sitting with that he just had a great idea: He could go to the Pink Pony and sell cars!

Jessica told him that this sounded like a really relaxing idea...

Van got up and left the table immediately, looking for his wallet and his keys.

Jessica felt a little light headed from all of the talking and the deep breathing. She chuckled and picked up her neglected mimosa. She took a long sip, thinking to herself, 'Well that went a lot better than when I hypnotized Aaron... I guess that Aaron really is just one of those people who can't be hypnotized so easily!'

Van returned to Jim and picked up his wallet and his keys then shoved them into his pocket. Van told Jim that he had to run, but he didn't say to where... 

Jim just smiled and wondered how a jerk like Van was able to score with such a good looking woman. Jim watched as Van passed the girl and left the court yard.

Van passed the woman and went out onto the boardwalk. Jim saw the woman raise her mimosa in a toast to Van and then take a long cool sip of her drink, as Van started walking along the crowded boardwalk. 

Jim was intrigued. Van hadn't looked like he was getting shot down... It would have probably served him right, but he and the woman looked awfully cozy just a minute ago... Jim sat and watched as Van went like a bat out of hell, alone into the crowd.

Jim got up and took his drink then walked towards the startlingly beautiful woman at the table to see if maybe she was angry or something... 

Jessica took another long sip of her mimosa and caught Jim looking right at her with a puzzled look on his handsome face. Jessica took her first good look at 'Jimbo' and was instantly disappointed. He was tall, neatly dressed in deck shoes, casual shorts and a polo shirt... and... Oh Mama was this guy built!

Jessica raised the glass to her lips to cover her smile of amusement and thought to herself, 'Damn, this guy is definitely NOT the disposable type. This guy is simply too perfect!' She took a long sip and motioned Jim to come and join her at her table.

Jim extended his hand, "Hi, my name is Jim Anderson."

Jessica giggled, she had no idea where the girlish giggle had come from, but she actually giggled like a school girl as she felt Jim's strong hand take hers for a respectful handshake, "Hi Jim, my name iss Jessica Fallon."

"Listen Jessica, did that guy Van say something to upset you or something?" 

Jessica giggled again and couldn't quite understand why, "No Van decided to go shell some cars. All he shemed to want to do is talk about what a great guy his friend Jim iss! Come..., come and shit with me Jimbo!"

Jessica giggled again and felt heat flushing in her face. She sucked up more of her mimosa through the swizzle straw to calm herself down. 

Jim smiled uncertainly and sat down as Jessica started to giggle into her drink. Jim took a moment to look at the gorgeous woman. She had a heart shaped face, long dark chestnut hair, big strikingly blue eyes, a perfect little freckled nose, beautiful full lips...

Jim had to give Van credit. Jessica looked exactly as he had said: 'good enough to eat... at least twice.'

"So Jessica..., what kind of lies was 'Van the Man' telling you about me?"

Jessica just laughed, smiled beguilingly and ran her finger around the top of her glass.

Jim sucked down the last of his beer and tried not to look too much farther down Jessica's amazing body.

Jessica smiled as she sucked more of her drink through the straw until the straw started to slurp when it hit the bottom.

"Oh... too bad! I was jusch beginning to like that drinky!"

Jim started to get a bad feeling, "Um... Jessica, it's such a nice morning. Would you like to get something to eat, or maybe take a walk with me?"

"I would love to Jimbo! Let's blow this popshicle sstand!" Jessica finished by giggling as she stood up and coming around unsteadily to take Jim's arm. 


Venus Flytrap Ch. 02



(This is the second part of a three part series. Please read the first part before you read this. Any and all constructive criticism is most welcome.)

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Jessica woke up in Jim's bedroom as the light of the early morning slipped between the venetian blinds. The simple décor was much the same as the rest of the house and spoke of a man who needed just a touch of feminine style in his life. Somewhere there was a lonely seabird calling and a fresh sea breeze smell lingered in the room.

Jessica smiled as she realized that they hadn't even turned on the lights last night! She slipped her hand to Jim's side of the bed and was slightly disappointed to find that he was gone.

Jessica heard a sound that must have come from the kitchen; there was also a smell of coffee. Jessica smiled with simple pleasure as she got up, her clothes and Jim's clothes were nowhere to he found... She remembered that they had both lost their clothes long before they hit the bed last night, before Jim had loved her... there was no other way to put it... Jim loved her.

Jessica didn't give a second thought to wrapping herself in a sheet or even putting on one of Jim's shirts. She walked out naked towards the smell of the most wonderful coffee that she could remember ever having. 

The kitchen wasn't at all hard to find, nor was Jim... he was the tall muscular semi-naked man standing at the stove flipping pancakes.

Jessica leaned against the doorway and had to stifle a giggle; Jim was wearing a frilly pink apron around his hips with his cute dimpled butt sticking out the back of the apron.

Jim turned and looked towards the sound from the doorway with a look that spoke of some comic actor getting caught doing exactly what he was supposed to be doing by exactly the person whom he expected to get caught by.

Jessica grinned even more when she saw that Jim's frilly apron even had a pink heart shaped bib that just barely made it up to cover his bulging pecs. He held a spatula with a pancake in one hand and a plate of pancakes in the other hand. On the kitchen counter was a bed tray with a second plate of pancakes, a bowel of sliced melon, pancake syrup and two mugs of hot coffee.

Jim turned and finished putting the last breakfast plate together. The apron that just barely covered Jim's chest and didn't quite reach low enough to cover his limp penis as it peeked shyly under the hem of the apron. It was delicately embroidered: "Engine Company 2. Please don't kiss the rookie while he's working."

Jim quickly put the second plate onto the tray. Then he reached behind the bed tray and put on his frilly pink choker and his maid's bonnet to complete the effect.

Now Jessica had to laugh out loud and skipped into her man's arms for her good morning kiss. Once again, Jim's strong arms and his tender kiss did nothing to ruin Jessica's day.

"Good Morning sleepy head."

"Good morning yourself. You do realize that I'm going to make you wear this for Halloween, don't you?"

"Can I wear the matching G-string with it? It's not exactly Sex Slave attire, but it was the best that I could come up with on short notice." 

"Oh, it will do nicely just the way it is!"

"I was going to bring your breakfast right in."

"Don't bother. Can we eat in the living room?"

Jim turned and picked up the bed tray and made his way out to the sofa and the coffee table.

Jessica had to work to stifle her giggles and she watched appreciatively while Jim sashayed and did a 'bunny dip' to place the tray on the coffee table next to the Venus De Milo planter.

Jessica came and sat on the couch while Jim tied a napkin around her neck and placed another one on her lap. Then he prepared her pancakes with butter and syrup. He cut her pancakes and lifted a forkful to her smiling lips. A soft kiss followed the delicious mouthful.

"Mmmm..., you are going to spoil me Jim! How do you expect for your 'Mistress Jessica' to discipline you when you please her in every way?"

Jim flirted, "You've caught onto my master plan, have you? Well, I can make a point to misbehave and be very, very bad if my Mistress wants to discipline me."

Suddenly Jessica became very serious, "I'm sure that you can be a bad boy, but I wouldn't want for you to be."

Jim fed Jessica another bite of her breakfast. 

"Hey, after breakfast, would you like to come upstairs and see the sundeck before I start working? I'd like to get your opinion on it."

"Of course I'd love to. So Jim, tell me when you're not at the fire house what do you do?"

"I work with my Uncle. He's a foreman for New Jersey Transit. I learned to be a diesel mechanic when I was in the Navy. I put in two days a week servicing the commuter buses. The pay is good and it gives me something to fall back on in case of budget cuts at the county."

Jessica had to try not to grin, "You must do pretty well for yourself."

"Yeah, not bad; my lease on the apartment is almost up. I have to make a decision about renewing it or, moving here permanently. I've been leaning towards moving here. Life here was always great, even in the off season."

Suddenly Jim began to seem shy, "...and now that I've met you, I suppose that I should start to do some planning for the future."

"You've never had a plan before?"

"No, just work. Nobody really inspired me to think beyond tomorrow before you. Jessica, I could really see spending the rest of my life with you.

Listen, I hope I'm not out of line here, but I don't think that it's any secret that I think that you're really special."

Jessica smiled, "I think that you're special too Jim. Maybe we should really take the time to get to know each other. You know, before we go and invest more than we are willing to lose. I would hate to do anything to hurt you or, to make you feel less for me..." Jessica trailed off into an uncomfortable silence.

Jim held up another bite of breakfast for Jessica, "Hey listen to us! Let's get back to eating. There will be plenty of time for that kind of talk later." 

After a leisurely and delicious breakfast they got dressed and Jim took Jessica up to show her the sundeck that covered the back roof of the bungalow.

"I built this for Grandma about ten years ago. The substructure is in good shape, but the surface and the railings need work. I thought it would be best to switch to the synthetic planking and to replace the railing with privacy screening here on the three exposed sides.

Maybe we could move Venus up here. We could turn her back into a birdbath and keep the flowers in pots all around her?"

"Oh Jim, that would be so pretty! What about the little flytraps?"

"Why don't we just repot those and keep them in the rooms downstairs?"

Jessica hugged Jim and kissed him. Then she noticed the time and told him that she had to go get ready to meet her friend.

Jim took the time to walk Jessica back downstairs and to see her off with another warm embrace and a kiss that left Jessica weak in the knees again. 

Jessica's smile and her soft kiss in return, left Jim light headed and smiling as he reluctantly closed the door.

Jessica walked back to her motel room. On the way, she started to think about her original battle plan and how the introduction of these new people added to the complexity. She had not planned on adding people like Van, Fred and now possibly Veronica, but they did accelerate the earning potential of her plan. So with the proper controls they might be worth the risk and not be too much of a problem to maintain.

It was the addition of Jim that worried her. Jessica definitely had not planned on falling in love with the hunky disposable guy. He was supposed to be just that: disposable. But she saw that her plan of setting up a small network of fools to earn her filthy amounts of money, humiliate and break Muffy's heart and then to skip off to Aruba with Aaron was now out the window.

Love with Jim had never been in the cards and now it was simply too good to walk away from. Jessica stopped and thought about it. For a second time she had told herself that she was in love with Jim and all it did was make her happier. It was true. She realized that she had fallen into a trap that she didn't even want to get out of!

Jessica immediately decided that she had to slow things down and revise her plan carefully to guard against doing anything that might hurt Jim and to keep her operation from becoming too complex so that it would inevitably come crashing down around her. She left the bigger question of what to do about Jim and Aruba until later.

Jessica arrived at her motel; she opened the door and found Vanna and Fred in the shower together. 

"Jackass"

Both Vanna and Fred slumped a little and closed their eyes. 

As Jessica surveyed the scene, she immediately saw something that had escaped her attention on the day before: Fred was hung like a horse! 

"Vanna did you and Fred have fun last night?"

Van immediately started to act ashamed and uncomfortable, "No Mistress Jessica."

Jessica didn't have to ask why, she knew that Vanna might love to suck Fred's cock, but would be instantly terrified of the thought of taking him up her ass.

"It's alright Vanna we can work on that next. I can see how you might be a little bit hesitant to have your fun with this stud of yours.

Vanna finish your shower and be sure to wash your hair and shave your body hair again then come and join me in the other room.

Fred, dry off and come with me into the other room."

Fred did as he was told and went into the other room with Jessica. Then they went through his relaxation exercises while he got dressed.

Jessica reinforced all of Fred's programming for what to do with the money that he earned. Then Jessica told Fred that he should start to think that it was now, over between him and Vanna. They could both remember it fondly as a summer fling that just didn't work out. Then Jessica sent Fred off to continue his vacation.

As Jessica waited for Vanna, she went to her luggage and set up her laptop computer. Then she logged in to see which of Melissa Hershberger's several checking accounts needed emptying. She quickly transferred the maximum amount money to Melissa Hershberger's offshore accounts and closed her session with the online bank. 

By then Vanna was ready, Jessica went through Vanna's relaxation exercises with her. Then Jessica inspected Vanna's and saw that she was properly shaved and clean. She told Vanna to dress in his male clothes and to go to Jim's bungalow and get his things.

At the sound of Jim's name, Vanna immediately began to smile and to act strangely. Jessica didn't have to ask what Vanna was thinking. She could tell: Vanna had a secret crush on Van's friend Jim!

Well, Jessica decided to nip this little wrinkle in the bud. She instructed Van that he should ignore all the triggers for the rest of the day. This way, Van could be off to his new life without alarming Jim too much more. Then Van should drive back and drop all of his sister's clothes off at her apartment.

Van was to go back home and resume his life as a man and to do the relaxation exercises each night. Then Van could happily dream about sucking cocks and making love with beautiful rich men, who would take Vanna away to live the life that she might one day deserve: as a kept woman.

Jessica told Van that she would him on his cell phone every day at twelve noon so that they could continue the rest Vanna's training. Then Jessica let Van go back about his business, as though nothing had ever happened.

Once Jessica was alone, she put her laptop computer away, repacked her beach bag with the few things that she knew that she would need and took a shower. Then she got dressed to go to the Green Parrot for her two appointments.

This morning Jessica had chosen a less attractive outfit, something a bit more bland and much less revealing; after all, this morning Jessica was going after a different kind of game. Jessica thought to herself as she locked the motel room door: 'A different kind of bait for each kind of quarry!'

Muffy Hershberger walked along with her heavy beach bag on her shoulder. The boardwalk was nearly deserted this morning. Soon, she found the Green Parrot Bar and Grill. Muffy walked into the courtyard and saw Jessica, seated alone at a table just under the awning. 

Muffy felt a mix of emotions as she hesitated; her rival was so beautiful and confident looking as she sat gazing peacefully out onto the boardwalk. Muffy wondered briefly what had possessed her to even come out here to meet with Jessica... But Aaron was insistent: Muffy had to go once she told Aaron that she had agreed to meet with his former girlfriend. 

Jessica turned and smiled a sad but friendly smile. 

Muffy instantly felt her heart melt. Muffy thought, 'Jessica was so brave! It's obvious that Jessica didn't have any hard feelings towards the filthy little bitch that stole her boyfriend and humiliated her in front of everybody at the Country Club.'

Muffy guiltily reflected that Jessica even had to quit her job at the Country Club two weeks ago, all because of her pain and humiliation.

Muffy felt a twinge of pain right between her eyes and wondered briefly, 'What had she done to deserve Aaron's love, when Jessica could simply snap her fingers and have Aaron back come crawling back again?'

Muffy hesitantly walked up to the table and looked at the most beautiful, kind and selfless woman that she had ever met. Muffy stood silently and wondered: 'How had such a wonderful woman been ungraciously pushed aside in favor of frumpy, ungainly Muffy Hershberger?' 

Muffy nearly melted when Jessica smiled once again and held out her hand in a friendly and almost familial way.

Muffy sobbed and collapsed into the chair right next to Jessica and began to weep in gratitude. Muffy allowed her overstuffed beach bag to slip off of her shoulder to the floor under the table.

"I am so sorry Jessica! Please forgive me for how much I have hurt you. Please, I can't bear to even think how wonderful you are and what a little slut I am..." Muffy immediately slumped a little and closed her eyes.

Jessica put her arm around Muffy's shoulders and thought to herself, 'Everything should be this easy!'

Jessica hugged Muffy warmly and cupped her chin, "It's all right Muffy. It's all right. Here, open your eyes darling. Look at me, look into my eyes. I don't want for you to get one of your migraine headaches again."

Muffy looked up obediently into Jessica's beautiful blue eyes and immediately felt the tension in her head ease up. She saw Jessica smile benevolently. Muffy smiled back, scant inches from Jessica's luscious smiling lips. 

"Now Muffy, I want for you to do your relaxation exercise, do you remember the way that I showed you? In the massage room just after you began to think that you should leave Aaron?

Oh, Muffy you were so tense, you needed my relaxing massage all over your naked body to let the tension go and to relax. You needed me to help you find the way that you could let go of all of the guilt and to finally relax, remember?"

Muffy nodded. "Ten..."

"Yes Muffy, relax now and let go of the guilt that being with Aaron always gives you, go ahead and relax Muffy."

Muffy smiled brighter, "Nine..."

"That's my good girl Muffy, let the tension go. Don't think about Aaron's nasty old cock, deep in your pussy. Think about how I massaged you so gently all over your body. Muffy, think about how you gave me such joy when you started to lick my pussy." 

"Eight..."

"Oh Muffy, I can feel your tongue right now, relaxing all of the pain and shame away. I can feel you gently sucking on my clit and helping me to relax Muffy."

"Seven..." 

"Yes Muffy. Think about how relaxed you felt when I came on your face as you stuck your tongue deep inside my pussy Muffy."

"Six..."

"Oh Muffy, think about how relaxed you felt when you held me in your arms licked my nipples with your tongue. Relax Muffy. Relax all of the guilt and the tension away."

"Five..."

"Oh Muffy think about how contentedly I sighed in your arms and how you made me cum again as you sucked on my breasts and played with my pussy, Muffy.

Soon there will be no more need for Aaron. His nasty dirty cock has no more hold on you. You are so relaxed now, because you realize that you don't want him anymore. 

"Four..."

"That's right Muffy, I forgive you, I love you and I hope to feel better so that I may belong to you. Soon you will help me to relax all of the pain and shame away.

You feel so relaxed and happy now Muffy. But you also realize that Aaron must be made to pay for what he did to us Muffy! You know that it is because of all of the shame and pain that Aaron made me feel, that I cannot make love to you the way that you want me to."

"Three..." 

"Yes Muffy, you must find women at the Country Club who need Aaron's cock and then get him to seduce them.

You must say the word that I told you to tell Aaron when you want him to do what you say... Then the women will give him money, to help pay for all that he has done to us Muffy. Think of how Aaron has made you wait for me to be able to make love to you Muffy."

"Scumbag..., Two..."

"Yes Muffy, that's it and you must continue to seduce the women's husbands and have them give you money.

Never ask them for money, but tell them afterwards how everything is so expensive: your car, your clothes, your apartment. Tell them that they have made you feel so good. Tell them that they are better lovers than even that handsome hunky Aaron, but that is all you should tell them.

You need for them to give you just a little gift of money. That way you can put all of the money into your bank accounts, just like I told you Muffy, for us."

"One..."

"Relax Muffy, you feel wonderful, you are making me so happy! Every time Aaron wants you, you will continue to get a headache. Only putting money away for us will help you to feel better Muffy!"

"Zero..." 

"That's my good girl Muffy! Open your eyes now, feel relaxed and happy."

Muffy opened her eyes, smiled contentedly and brazenly kissed Jessica's luscious lips. 

Jessica smiled contentedly, "So Muffy, what do you have in your bag?"

"Muffy smiled back, "I have a gift for you my love. I hope that it makes you feel as good as you make me feel; I hope that it will please you."

Jessica looked and could hardly believe her eyes. There, under the set of Muffy's beach clothes were two bands of one hundred dollar bills! 

Jessica exclaimed, "Oh Muffy you are such a little slut! You are making me feel so much better now. Soon I won't have any shame or pain from what Aaron did to me, my delicious little slut!" 

Muffy giggled and pointed out, "Those are from my trust fund. I hope that they make you feel better Jessica." 

Jessica gushed, "Oh I do my little slut! You make me so happy! Soon, I can be all yours Muffy!

But Muffy, I'm getting concerned that you may be working too hard. I'm going to give you more people to help you. Here are business cards of Van Parker and his old boyfriend Fred. Let them have all of the gay men at the Country Club.

You, my little slut, should just concentrate on seducing the richest men and women and keeping the others working with those who don't pay as well. Van's sister Veronica will help you with the men and women who don't pay as well. I'll give you her phone number and the words to make all of them do what you say later. All right my little slut?"

Muffy smiled and nodded her head.

"Now, you should probably go and put all of this away into your bank accounts, just the way that I told you. Here is the address of the nearest branch.

Afterward, I want to meet you in the room that you rented for me last week at the Sand Dollar Inn on St. Paul Avenue. Here is the key. Just go in and wait for me. I'll be there as soon as I finish my business here.




Venus Flytrap Ch. 02



And Muffy...? I think that soon I may be able to make love to you and be all yours, forever, my little Muffyberger!" 

Muffy woke up, giggled then clutched her bag to her breast and enthused, "I love you so much Jessica!"

Jessica smiled back and rubbed noses with Muffy. Then she kissed Muffy, "I love you my little Muffyberger!" 

Jessica watched Muffy as she happily made her way back out onto the boardwalk and off to do her errand. Jessica thought to herself that maybe Muffy didn't really deserve to be the focus of her anger. Muffy was some rich kid who just wanted to be loved. It was a shame that Aaron picked her for his latest get-rich-quick-scheme.

Jessica got up and ordered herself a mimosa then returned to her seat.

Jessica took her laptop computer from her beach bag and logged onto Melissa Hershberger's internet account and went to log onto Melissa Hershberger's bank account in the Cayman Islands and then at an online poker site. Jessica moved all of the money from last night's deposit into Muffy's account at the online poker site. Then Jessica opened another session on her laptop and logged into the internet using one of her phony logons. She went to the same online poker site and logged on with her phony logon. 

Switching between Muffy's session and her phony session on the laptop, she put both Muffy's avatar and her phony avatar into a high stakes poker room where they could be alone. She quickly had Muffy's avatar loose all of the money to the phony Avatar. 

Jessica closed Muffy's session and then moved all of the money from the phony avatar's account on the poker site, back into a numbered offshore bank account on Aruba. She logged off, checked the time and saw that she had just about fifteen minutes to wait for Veronica's arrival.

Jessica put her computer away. She ordered a second mimosa and when she got back to her table, she put four drops of the drug from Van's eyedropper into the second drink. She checked herself in her makeup mirror. She used a little of her drink to smear her eye makeup so that it looked like she had been crying. Then she spilled a bit of the drink onto her clothes and waited, finishing off her new favorite morning drink.

Muffy floated on a cloud of love all the way to the bank and happily deposited the money from her trust fund into her checking accounts that Jessica had set up for her. She followed Jessica's advice and deposited only five thousand dollars into the two accounts. The thought never even entered her mind that she didn't remember giving a signature for the checking account, clearly they were hers. She had the little paper cards with the numbers right in her purse.

After her banking was done, Muffy strolled back towards the motel. Along the way she passed a beach clothing and accessories shop. In the window was the cutest one piece bathing suit that also came in a matching bikini suit. 

Muffy thought to herself, 'Jessica would just love for the both of us to have matching outfits!'

Muffy decided then and there to buy the outfits and surprise her hesitant lover Jessica. After all, poor Jessica had been through so much. And what better way to help Jessica feel better about herself than to surprise her with a nice gift and to begin to build their new life together? 

After making her purchase, Muffy left the shop and continued her walk to the motel. She didn't see the man in the dark late model Ford Limited Edition following her slowly down Atlantic Avenue. 

Muffy turned onto St. Paul, found the Sand Dollar motel and the room that she had rented the week before for Jessica to stay in after she had quit her job at the Country Club in disgrace. 

The man in the Ford parked at the corner, but missed which room his quarry had gone into. He didn't need to see this; he already knew what room Melissa had rented. He decided that he should check in with his employer. 

The man dialed his client's office. A woman answered, "Good morning, Jordan Investments. How may I direct your call?"

"Hello, Gerald Hershberger?"

"Mr. Hershberger is in a meeting and cannot be disturbed."

"All right, would you put me through to his voice mail and then have him call Tony Salerno as soon as he's available? He has my number."

"One moment please."

After listening to the greeting for Gerald Hershberger, Tony began, "Mr. Hershberger, Tony Salerno here. It is Monday, eleven o'clock. I followed your daughter this morning, from her apartment to Wildwood. She parked her car, at the motel that her credit card records indicated she has been renting at ten forty five. She met an unidentified girlfriend of hers at a bar called the Green Parrot. I am forwarding a photo of the girl to your cell phone and to my office for identification.

There is still no sign of the boyfriend, Aaron Templeton. She left the company of the girlfriend fifteen minutes later, did some banking at First National, then some shopping along Atlantic Avenue. She arrived alone, back at her motel room a few moments ago. I'll continue to keep you posted as to her movements."

Tony ended the call then sat in his car and waited.

Gerald Hershberger sat in his meeting with the two Federal agents. His thoughts were anywhere but the Jersey shore and his daughter's strange behavior that he had been hearing about from friends at the Club.

Agent Monroe continued, "Mr. Hershberger, I'm going to cut right to the chase here... We know that you've been receiving money from associates of the Cali Cartel here in the city. We know that you have been 'investing' the money in the stock market under several names for 'individuals' that have been traced back to deceased citizens of Columbia. We know that shortly after the money is safely invested in the stock market those securities are very quickly sold in several stock exchanges around the world by other brokers from several South American countries."

Gerald pointed out, "It isn't a crime to follow the directions of my investors. If they have supplied me with false identities that trace back to other countries, that is not my fault: all of their papers have been checked out with the Columbian Embassy."

Agent Hernandez interrupted, "Listen here Hershberger: We may not have you on a criminal indictment yet, but the Cartel won't wait for a 'Drug Trafficking Associate' who happens to run the money laundering channel to turn on them. 

That's right Hershberger! This is drug money and you know it. You are as deep in as any of the filthy scum who push that poison on the street! 

Now you start to cooperate with us and we can talk about a reduced charge... or perhaps you'd rather call your lawyer, Sylvia Iglesias? You know that she's on their payroll too, don't you?"

Hernandez let the thought dangle in front of the rat for a moment, "I can't think of a quicker way to get word back to the Cartel that you are being looked at very closely!"

Agent Monroe let Hershberger think about it for just a moment. "Your only way out is to work with us."

Gerald hesitated for a moment, "I'm going to need some time to..."

Agent Hernandez interrupted, "You're out of time! We walk out that door and we call to get warrants to freeze your assets, subpoena your records and shut down this entire company during our investigation. Then we have no control over who hears about our little visit here this morning: Judges, clerks, lawyers... there are always men on the inside for the local mob and for international organizations like the Cartel, Hershberger."

Hernandez kept up the pressure, "You've been to Columbia three times this year alone. You deal with their local moneymen. You know names, faces, locations, dates... this makes you a very valuable asset to our investigation of the United States side of their operation.

I'm certain that the Columbian military will want to talk with you after we're through with you too. That makes you a double threat to the local mob's and to the Cartel's operations!

Don't you think that they have people watching you here and at your home? If you turned on them, you could bring down quite a bit of their North American operation and serve to identify members of the Cartel back in Columbia.

Of course, the mob and the boys in Cali will get word before our messenger will even have a chance to deliver the warrants to us in your lobby.

How long do you think that it will take for the Cartel to tie off this 'loose end' permanently, Hershberger...? Either way, you won't even make it home. You need to choose now Hershberger!" 

Gerald stood firm, "I have nothing to say to you. So unless you have a warrant, you gentlemen should leave my offices now."

Monroe shook his head as he got up to leave, "You're making a big mistake Hershberger! Come on Hernandez, Hershberger wants to roll the dice that we can save his ass before he loses it to the mob's hit men."

Gerald watched the two Federal agents leave for the elevator lobby before he collected his briefcase and headed straight for the service elevator in the back of the firm's small cafeteria. He rode the elevator to the building's loading dock. 

Along the way, Gerald used his cell phone to call his wife. He told her to get the two duffel bags that he had in the panic room of the house and to go immediately to the Country Club marina.

In the side zipper compartment of the black duffel was a slip of paper with a set of GPS coordinates. She was to pilot the family's twenty seven foot cabin cruiser to the coordinates and wait. He would meet her there. 

Gerald made it out to the sidewalk and slipped unnoticed into the nearby subway station. There he took the cross town shuttle to the west side. He walked the rest of the way to the Hudson River then to the Thirty third street marina, where he knew that his friend kept his forty foot cabin cruiser.

His friend was away in Chicago on business. Since he and Gerald would go fishing and late night partying on the boat all of the time, Gerald taking the boat out in the middle of the day, wouldn't raise too many eyebrows. 

Jessica arrived with the slightly wobbly, hypnotized Veronica at the motel room after lunchtime. After they entered and locked the door, Jessica called out, "Where is my little slut?"

It was of course a rhetorical question. Muffy was in the shower. Jessica found her there and made sure that she was firmly back in her trance before bringing her out to the main room to meet Veronica. 

Jessica took care of the initial introductions, "Now Veronica, this is your new 'Mistress Melissa.' In the evenings and on weekends, Mistress Melissa may have either men or women for you to go on dates with and to make love to. You will do everything that Mistress Melissa tells you to do because you love Mistress Melissa.

On your dates with you new lovers, you will work into the conversation how expensive everything is, your apartment, your clothes, your car; just the way that I said before. You will accept whatever money that they care to offer you.

You will break up with your boyfriend. You will tell your old boyfriend and all of his friends that he is the worst lover ever. You will also tell them that you can't understand why you ever broke up with Jim. Jim was so handsome and considerate, but you now realize that you are just a filthy little cum whore who doesn't deserve to have Jim's love anymore. 

You will go to work at your job as usual. You will remember to deposit one tenth of the pay from your job and all of the money your new lovers offer you and deposit it into Muffy's bank account at the same time that you do your other banking.

You will not consciously remember anything of what is happening today. You will only consciously remember Mistress Melissa. Do I make myself clear Veronica?

"Yes... Only Mistress Melissa..." 

Jessica smiled, "Good girl my little cum whore, you are making both me and Mistress Melissa very proud of you!"

Jessica instructed Muffy, "Muffy, you will imagine that Veronica is me and that you are seducing me again. You will teach your new lover to love you back in the same way that you need to be loved by your Mistress Jessica."

Jessica watched as Muffy smiled dreamily, dropped her towel, came to Veronica and began to undress her. 

At first Veronica seemed slightly confused, but then Muffy kissed Veronica, lovingly caressing her and fondling her breasts. Soon Veronica's breathing began to get very shallow and she began to cradle Muffy's face as she guided Muffy to kiss and lick her breasts. Muffy gently sucked Veronica's nipples and nearly caused cum right there in the middle of the room. Jessica watched over the two women while she began to pack her two weekend bags.

Finally Muffy led Veronica to the bed guided her to lie down on the bed. Veronica now eagerly guided Muffy to slide her face up between her legs. Muffy began to lick and finger Veronica's pussy and to gently suck her clit until Veronica came loudly on Muffy's face. 

Jessica watched distractedly as Muffy laid herself back on the bed and directed Veronica in how to make love to her. Soon Veronica was kneeling on the floor lapping at Muffy's pussy like she was really enjoying it. After Muffy came, she told Veronica to lick her pussy all clean like a good little cum whore.

By now, Jessica had finished her packing and piled her luggage by the door, she told Muffy to continue to give her little cum whore all of the instruction that she needed. Then Jessica pointed out that Veronica needed to sleep for an hour before she drove back home. Jessica also told Muffy that since this is the beginning of a new week, she should make the time to make another cash withdrawal from her trust fund and to deposit it immediately into her checking accounts.

As the two women snuggled together on the bed for their nap, Jessica left quietly and loaded her luggage into her car. She stopped herself from getting into her car when she saw something strange: at the corner, there was a man sitting alone in his car. 

Suspicious, Jessica locked her car and walked about a half a block down Atlantic Avenue. She went into a luncheonette where she ordered lunch for herself and sat where she could watch the man in the car. At times, the man appeared to look at the motel with binoculars and Jessica began to get a strange feeling about the situation. 

Jessica finished her lunch and continued to watch the man in the car. Jessica checked the time and saw the man hadn't moved from his car in almost an hour. She realized that soon Muffy would have to go to the bank.

Jessica decided to call Muffy on her call phone, "Muffy, this is your Mistress Jessica, you have taken enough time with Veronica for now. You should go and do that bit of banking and continue Veronica's instruction after you get back home; don't bother getting cleaned up, just get dressed and bring Veronica with you."

"Yes... Mistress Jessica..."

"That's my good little Muffyberger!" 

About fifteen minutes later, Jessica saw Muffy and Veronica walking hand in hand along the street like two lovers. Sure enough, the man in the car was following along slowly behind them, ducking momentarily into parking spaces and then following again. Jessica could have sworn that the man was trying to take Muffy and Veronica's picture with his cell phone.

Jessica left the Luncheonette, went back to her car and followed the little procession at a discrete distance, all the way to the bank. Muffy and Veronica went into the bank while the man parked and seemed to watch for Muffy through his binoculars. Then the man made a call on his cell phone. 

Jessica saw Muffy emerge from the bank. She decided to call Muffy again, "Muffy, this is Jessica. How is my little slut this afternoon?"

Jessica saw Muffy slump a little as she stood next to Veronica, "Muffy you should tell Veronica that she should go and drive back home, remind her that she should not consciously remember anything that has happened today. Then you should release her. Do it now."

Jessica waited as Muffy followed her instructions. Veronica woke up and seemed to realize that she needed to go; she left immediately. 

"Good girl Muffy, now you need to go back to the motel and check out. Drive home and continue with Veronica's instruction there. Then you should begin to set them all up with dates. Be sure that you check that Aaron, Veronica, Van and Fred are depositing the gifts that they receive, into the bank. Also make your usual weekly withdrawals from your trust fund and deposit the money into your accounts just the way that you have been doing."

"Yes... Mistress Jessica..." 

"You make me very happy Muffy. Now you should go back home and not consciously remember anything about what happened today, my little Muffyberger." 

As Muffy walked back up the street, Jessica watched as Muffy and then the man in the dark Ford sedan went back up Atlantic Avenue. 

Jessica gave Muffy about fifteen minutes then when both Muffy's car and the man's car were gone. Jessica decided to take a drive and checked all along the way to make sure that she wasn't being followed. She arrived back at Jim's house at just about four.

Far out at sea, Gerald Hershberger had already found his wife and their boat. He called over the short distance between the two boats to explain why they had to leave immediately.

Mrs. Hershberger was of course horrified that the Columbian Cartel, the American Mob and now the FBI were all looking for them. She expressed her concern for the couple's daughter Melissa.

Gerald explained that Muffy's trust fund was a twenty year old annuity and as such the Federal government would see very quickly that the money in it was from before their involvement with any drug trafficking and money laundering. Muffy could only be in danger if the drug lords determined that they needed leverage over Gerald. But as long as both he and she disappeared immediately and were never found, there would be no need to worry about Muffy.

As Gerald carefully maneuvered his boat to dock with his wife's boat, he asked that his wife bring him one of the two suitcases, he was sure to specify the blue suitcase.

After Gerald had tied the two boats together and taken the first case, he sent his wife to get the second case. Gerald unhitched his borrowed boat from his wife's boat and let the two boats drift apart slightly.

Gerald immediately checked the contents of the blue bag. It all seemed to be there, just the way that he had left it: a half a million dollars in cash, a 9mm pistol, a small radio device, his fake passport and several changes of clothes.

By the time that he saw his wife return with the black bag, his boat had drifted to about twenty feet away. 

"Gerry, you let the boats come untied!"

"Sorry honey, it will take me a minute to bring it back around, just wait right there with the other bag."

Gerald slowly drove his boat forward, took the radio device from his bag and pressed the button that armed the bomb in the black bag. Then pushed his throttle on his boat all the way forward and pushed the red button.

The bomb on the upper deck of the Hershberger boat exploded, killing Mrs. Hershberger and destroying most of the upper portion of the cabin cruiser. Gerald let out a relieved sigh and headed his borrowed boat to the south. 

Jessica rested comfortably in Jim's arms on the sofa. "...I'm sorry Jim, my friend couldn't stay, but we can still go to dinner if you would like."

"No let's just stay in and make something here. You know Jess, I've been thinking. Things have been moving along really fast. And considering the way that things had been going for you, I can understand that you might be a little nervous about us. 

If you need to feel that you have more control of the situation, I wouldn't object if you tried to hypnotize me. That way you might ask me what I'm feeling and what I intend for us; then you'd know the truth; you wouldn't ever have to be afraid of me lying to you."




Venus Flytrap Ch. 02



Jessica felt very touched by the gesture, "Well, a girl has a right to be sure, before committing her life to her man."

"Good. Then it's settled. Right after dinner you can give it your best shot. As long as you come away knowing that I love you with all of my heart Jessica!"

Jessica snuggled confidently in Jim's arms.

"Um... Jess? You're not going to try to make me walk like a chicken or anything, are you?"

Jessica snuggled deeper into Jim's arms and giggled, "Oh, Jim!" 

Jim awoke in the morning and felt the immediate rush of gratitude for an undying love that was his. But Jim knew that it had now been two weeks since he first woke up alone. Each morning he felt so loved and yet, his bed remained empty.

Jim wondered, 'Had it all been a dream? I can almost see her beautiful face, her gorgeous smile, her sparkling eyes.

When I close my eyes, I can feel her holding my body against hers. I can still smell her body as she labors above me or writhes passionately below me. I can feel her kiss every time I close my eyes.'

Jim passed his hand over his unshaven face. It had been two weeks since he had gone back to do work at the fire house; two weeks since his vacation ended. Jim knew that he should go to the Tom's River garage and report for work; his uncle would be angry that he was a no-show again.

Jim started to get ready for work, but instead got dressed in his usual shorts deck shoes and a polo shirt and tried to remember.

The two missing weeks were only a hazy blur of a half remembered, but completely fulfilling love. But all that Jim could now remember was the miserable two weeks of living alone, wondering. He went up to the sundeck to tend to the flowers on the little tables that surrounded his bird bath of the Venus de Milo. Afterwards, he absently watched the wrens come to splash in the water. There was a faint memory of the little birds eating the little piles of bird seed that graceful fingers used to sprinkle on the table tops amongst the flower pots.

Jim could almost see the slender graceful arms, the soft, but strong shoulders glistening with suntan oil. Jim lay in his empty bed and remembered the feel of her thighs as she wrapped them around his waist. His heart quickened as he remembered her sweet panting; the music of her calming voice, as she called his name over and over.

Jim closed his eyes and he basked in the feeling of finally being loved without reservation, as the sparkling blue eyes looked up confidently into his while they danced together after dinner. Jim needed to recapture all of these feeling, but he had no idea how. 

Jim fixed breakfast and sat on the sofa. Jim knew with each action that something important in his life was missing: her smile, her touch and her melodious and relaxing voice. But for the last two weeks all the music that Jim could hear was the occasional sound of waves crashing on the beach and all the beauty that he could see were the terns gliding gracefully above the sundeck.

Jim looked around his empty living room, he clung to the impression that she had giggled delightedly in his arms after he had played his guitar for her, right over there.

Each night for two weeks, as he closed his eyes to sleep, Jim remembered her soft melodious voice as she had held up a sparkling bit of jewelry.

Jim thought about the sparkling jewel as it danced almost as beguilingly as the laughter in her eyes.

Then Jim remembered, she wasn't smiling, she was crying. Jim looked around the room once more; something in this room had made her cry.

Jim picked up the television remote control and pushed the power button. The morning news came on and he watched as he absently ate his pancakes and drank his cup of coffee. Jim realized that this was the first time in two weeks that he had even turned the television on. 

Some reporter was talking to the morning anchor woman at the news desk, "...and we finally have an identity for the remains that were found in burned out hulk of the yacht that was found two weeks ago.

Sally, as you remember, the Coast Guard found the wreck, still floating near Midland Beach on Staten Island. There had obviously been an explosion on board the boat, but officials would not say at the time if there was any suspicion of foul play, because of the ongoing investigation."

The report included pictures of the destroyed boat along with photos of a man and a woman. 

"As you remember, the yacht was identified as having belonged to Gerald Hershberger, the Wall Street executive who went missing more than a month ago amid rumors of mob connections and a Federal money laundering investigation.

The badly burnt remains have now been confirmed to be the remains of Andrea Hershberger. Coast Guard officials now believe that the explosion was not an accident. They have not found any remains to suggest that Gerald Hershberger was aboard the yacht at the time of the explosion.

We will keep you informed about any additional developments..."

Jim let the name Hershberger roll around in his mind; there was something familiar about it, but he couldn't quite place what it was.

Jim turned off the television and brought his empty plate back to the kitchen and began to do the dishes. He tucked a hand towel into the waist of his shorts and started the water.

Jim turned and felt for a moment that she was lying on the couch, sleeping peacefully. Jim remembered that he had been worried. They had come in from somewhere and then she fell asleep. But her beautiful chestnut colored hair and the peaceful rise and fall of her breast under the sheet helped Jim to know that she was going to be all right, so he felt that he should tidy up the kitchen. Jim tried to remember where they had come in from.

Before he realized it, Jim tossed the hand towel and the dish cloth aside. He went out the front door and started to walk to towards the boardwalk. In a short time Jim had found his way to the entrance of the Green Parrot Bar and Grill. 

Jim entered, sat down at the bar and ordered a beer. As Jim took a drink he looked up at the courtyard and almost saw her sitting at a table with her back turned to him. She was wearing a blue bikini and a floral wrap. She was talking to Van Parker and she seemed to be absently playing with her necklace.

Jim looked at his beer. He knew that something was missing. He asked the bartender to get him a shot of scotch and an empty glass. The swallow of beer with a dash of scotch mixed in wasn't the taste that Jim was looking for. 

Jim asked for a shot of vodka. The beer with the dash of vodka was exactly the right taste. Jim got up with his drink and walked over to where she had been sitting in the courtyard.

Jim remembered: A woman with a heart shaped face and beautiful full lips looked away from the television with fear in her blue eyes. "Jim you don't understand; Gerald Hershberger is Muffy's father! If he's involved with the mob, there's no telling what he will do.

Jim you are going to have to forget that you ever met me. I have to disappear. It's the only way that I can protect you!"

The beautiful woman started to cry and reached between her breasts, she held up a sparkling jewel. "Stud Muffin! Relax now my love, that's right relax, count backwards for me just like before."

Jim had to stop himself from automatically counting backwards from ten to zero as the memory continued.

"Relax and hear only me.

I love you so much Jim.

I will always love you.

But you don't remember my name.

You can't see my face.

You never met me.

Remember how much I love you.

But you can never remember anything to do with me. 

You will go to bed now.

You will go to sleep and when you wake up in two hours, you will only remember that you are loved, you won't remember me, or my name, or my face. You will go and find a woman who deserves your love and have a happy life with her. Do you understand me my Stud Muffin?" 

Jim remembered that he sat on the couch and replied, "Yes, I love you."

Jim remembered that the woman kissed him, "I love you Jim, my Man Candy!" 

Jim returned to the bar from the courtyard and ordered another beer. Jim nursed his drink and burned the fading memory of the beautiful woman's face into his mind. 

After finishing his beer and the remainder of his two shots, Jim took out his cell phone. He thought that since Van had been talking to her, maybe Van knew her! But before Jim could dial, he decided to look through the pictures on his cell phone.

The very last picture was a photo of the woman's face. The picture was dim, like it had been taken in the twilight, the hazy image of the beautiful woman seemed to smiling contentedly against a dark background and a ceiling fan. The picture was entitled 'Jessica.'

Jim hurriedly dialed Van's phone number. 

A familiar voice answered brightly, "Go for Van Parker!"

"Van, its Jim I need to talk to you. Can you come out to the bungalow tonight after work?"

Van seemed to hesitate a little, "Dude you sound so tense. You need to relax..."

Jim interrupted, "Van this is important. I need to talk with you. What time do you get off of work?"

Van answered, but in a very distracted tone of voice, "I don't work today Jim... I'll come right out... and relax with you... I'll be there... we can relax... have a little fun... in a little while..."

Jim interrupted Van as Van's voice seemed to just trail off, "That's great Van. And I will try to relax. But I need you get here as soon as you can. Thanks buddy!"

Jim had another beer before he left the Green Parrot. On the way back home, Jim stopped at the market and got some groceries and a case of beer. When he got back home, he stood at the kitchen counter and cracked open another cold one then looked at the dim picture of the happy, beautiful woman named Jessica on his cell phone. The picture and the name 'Jessica' helped Jim to remember, he had taken the snapshot as they made love one morning, Jessica's eyes were closed, she was almost enraptured in a moment of pure bliss.

Jim looked around the room and remembered that she had enjoyed his little joke with the Venus de Milo and the Venus Fly traps that were now potted and placed all around the room. Jim went up to the sundeck. Jim made a point of saying her name as he stood before the statue of the goddess of love. "Jessica."

Jim reasoned with Venus, "You knew her, she and I put you up here so that you could be a part of our life. Please tell me where she is, help me to find her."

The little stone goddess Venus said nothing in reply. 

Jim went back downstairs and looked at the time; it was just after ten thirty in the morning. He began to look carefully around the bungalow for anything that she might have left behind. But after an hour of searching, Jim still came up with nothing. 

Jim opened another beer and guzzled it straight down, just then the door bell rang. He went to answer it and was immediately relieved to see his old buddy Van.

Jim led the way back towards the kitchen to get a couple of beers out of the refrigerator. "Hey Van, come on in. Boy I am glad to see you. I tried to relax like you said, but I just couldn't relax no matter what I did. But now that you're here I just know that I'm finally gonna be able to relax..."

Jim quickly twisted off the tops then he turned around to hand Van his beer. "Here you go dude, drink up! Van, we need to..."

Jim was immediately surprised, Van was on his knees and reaching up to grab Jim by his belt buckle.

Jim just stood trapped against the kitchen counter. He started to put the two beers aside and help Van to get up off the floor when Van quickly pulled Jim's belt buckle loose and unzipped his fly.

Jim nearly swatted Van in the head with the nearest bottle of beer, "Dude what the fuck..." Jim froze as a stray memory began to come back.

Van slipped Jim's shorts and his boxers down around his ankles.

Jim remembered that there was something that Van had done to Jessica that made her angry. 

Van quickly took Jim's limp dick into his mouth and began to run his tongue all around the head. Then Van slurped Jim's plumping dick all the way into his mouth, working feverishly with his tongue the whole way. 

Jim stood dumbfounded with Van happily suckling on his plumping dick. Jim held the two cold beers in his hands and remembered, as Van deep throated him.

Jim looked down and almost saw the look of gleeful guilt on Jessica's beautiful face as she told him that Van had tried to drug her on that first morning, but she managed to hypnotize him first and helped Van to get into touch with his repressed homosexual urges. 

Van continued to expertly work Jim's proud cock and to fondle his balls.

Jim's breathing started to quicken as he remembered the first evening that he got home with Jessica; she felt slightly guilty and wanted to be punished. They had both stripped off their clothing, telling each other what they had done. Jessica had begun to suck Jim's cock just after she tackled him on the sofa. Jim remembered how good it felt to have Jessica's hot mouth and her expert hands working him up to a near mind blowing orgasm. Then they went to the bedroom and made love. Jim remembered how Jessica felt as she moved with him..., how she smelled..., how she tasted... how she sounded as she came while he held her in his arms. 

Jim gratefully remembered the delicious feeling of his own building orgasm as he made love to Jessica, "We made this moment my love!"

Jim felt himself getting ready to cum just as Van started try to slip one finger up Jim's butt hole. Jim came crashing back to his senses. Jim dumped one of the opened beers into the sink and took Van roughly by his hair. Then he threw Van off his throbbing cock. 

Jim quickly reached down with his free hand to pull up his shorts, "What the fuck do you think you're doing? Get the fuck off me you fucking homo!"

Van sat on the floor and whimpered, "I need to suck your big fat juicy cock to relax... You need to relax... I need to relax..."

Jim watched as Van seemed to get sleepier and more lustful at the same time, staring dreamily up from the floor at Jim's crotch. 

Jim balled up a fist and warned, "Just stay right there you fucking homo!"

Jim quickly put his beer aside onto the counter and put his shorts and polo shirt back into order. Then Jim guzzled his beer down as he kept an eye on Van, who was still sitting expectantly on the floor. 

Jim calmed himself down, "All right Van, tell me just what you're thinking about right now, do you remember anything at all?"

Van complained miserably, "I need to have you squirt your delicious cum into my mouth... I need to have you fuck my ass with your big fat throbbing cock! I just need to relax... I need to have a little fun..."

"Dude, just tell me what that word means. What do you feel when someone says 'relax?'"

Van seemed to get more sleepy and yet more intent on Jim's crotch as he began to crawl back over to Jim and answered, "I need to suck your big fat juicy cock. I need to feel you cum in my mouth to relax..."

Jim warned, "Just stay right there or I'm going to punch your fucking lights out. You fucking faggot..."

Jim fought for control and calmed himself down once again, "Now Van tell me about the other thing that you said: 'Having a little fun?'"

Van hesitated, but got up on his knees. Then Van undid his pants, slipped them down to the floor and quickly turned around. He kept his ass up and lowered his head to present his ass to Jim. 

Jim watched in disbelief as the more memories came back, "So that's how you're having your fun now. Well listen old buddy, I think that you should go and do whatever Jessica told you and get the fuck out of my house!

I want for you to go to the Pink Pony and have a lot of fun and relax with your new friends there."

Once again Van hesitated.

"Go on now go have some fun and relax at the Pink Pony."

Van quickly reached into his pants pocket to make sure, "I have my business cards..."

Jim rejoined quickly, "That's a great idea Van; you can try to hand out your business card while you suck cocks and get your butt fucked all day at the Pink Pony."

Van pulled up his pants smiling, "I can dance with them... I can make friends with them... I can sell them cars... at the Pink Pony..."

Jim grabbed Van by the scruff of the neck and herded him toward the front door. "Yeah, that sounds like a great idea Van."

Jim slammed and locked the door then headed back to the kitchen to get another beer. He quickly twisted off the top of a new bottle as an unfamiliar phone rang. 

Jim checked his own cell phone that was clipped on his belt and found that it was not the one that was ringing. Jim looked around for the cell phone and found Van's cell phone in its case on the kitchen floor under one of the chairs.

The hair on the back of Jim's neck stood up as he saw the phone number of the unidentified caller. The phone number was obviously from another country since it began with a "011-2978" prefix. 

Jim opened the flip phone and tried to imitate Van, "Go for Van Parker."

A hauntingly familiar voice began, "Van this is Jessica, Jackass!

So, how are things going my little Jackass, are you being a good boy and doing everything that I told you?"

Jim froze, but had the presence of mind to stick the neck of the beer bottle into his mouth and slurp loudly before answering, (slurp), "Ah-huh..."

Jessica proudly surmised, "Van you horny little Jackass! You are relaxing with someone right now. You are making me so proud of you!"

Jim listened and almost saw the beautiful, wicked, evil grin on Jessica's lovely face as he replied with the beer bottle deep in his mouth, (slurp...) "Ummm..."

Jessica continued, "All right Van, I'll let you get back to what you were doing, but I just want to repeat: you are to stay away from Jim.

I know how you feel about Jim, but you can never have him. He is too much man for you."

Jim heard Jessica's tone turn regretful, "Jim deserves to be with a real woman who loves him. And if I can never have him... then a worthless cock sucking little Jackass like you certainly can't have him either!

Do I make myself perfectly clear Jackass?" 

Jim choked out a disappointed, "Mmmmuh" (slurp.)

Jessica continued, "All right then, I'll call again tomorrow at this same time; Jackpot."

With that Jim heard the line go dead.

Jessica hung up her new flip cell phone and dropped it back into her bag. She checked the time as she walked along the street that led to the Post Office in Oranjestat, Aruba.

Certainly, Jessica could have any mail sent directly to the apartment that she was renting at the Sunset Beach Studios near Palm Beach, but it seemed simpler and safer, to set up life and her new business dealings out of a Post Office box since one of the tasks that she could not yet complete was to buy a nice small house.

Jessica arrived and opened her mail box to find the jiffy pack from Van. Just as soon as Jessica had seen that she had to get out of New Jersey, she had thought to tell Van to send her all of his supply of valium tablets. The only address that she wanted to trust Van with was the Post Office here in her new home. She had texted the address to Van's phone, just after making the first call, reinforcing his programming on the first day after her arrival.

As to the eight valium tablets, Jessica didn't expect to ever have to use them, but she just thought that it might be expedient to be prepared, after all a lone woman setting up a new life in a foreign country should be prepared for anything. 

There was nothing else in the mail for today, but the day was young and there was still plenty of time to tend to her business and her house hunting just as soon as Mr. Van Outen arrived to show her more of the Island's little neighborhoods in the hills behind Oranjestat.




Venus Flytrap Ch. 03



(This is part three of a three part series. Please read the first two parts first. As always, your constructive comments and your votes are very much appreciated.)

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Jessica stood almost naked, dressed only in her sheer g-string in the living room of her apartment, frozen with fear. Of course she recognized Gerald Hershberger from the many pictures of the Country Club board members that she had seen. And while Gerald was about the only man on the board of the Country Club who hadn't hit on her incessantly during her time employed there, Jessica knew that this was probably more because he was almost never there.

Jessica also now knew that the man, holding her at gunpoint was a mob associate who was presumed to be dead in the explosion that killed his wife onboard their family yacht nearly a month ago. 

It took no time at all for Jessica to add up all of the pieces: obviously Gerald had killed his wife to cover his own trail. And Muffy, Gerald's only daughter had been told the wrong information. Now Jessica saw that she was in mortal danger from a man who had little or nothing left to lose.

Gerald looked Jessica over appreciatively and casually reached over to the kitchenette counter for his half finished glass with his free hand, "Well the photo that my man in New Jersey sent me doesn't do you any real justice Jessica."

Jessica glanced quickly at the opened and now empty vodka bottle on the counter. Then she looked at Gerald with a questioning look on her face. 

Gerald casually slugged the last sip from the glass then put the empty glass down, "You, Jesshica Fallon are eminently fuck-able!"

Jessica heard the slight slurring of speech and quickly realized that something was about to go very, very wrong for Gerald Hershberger. She knew instinctively that she had to stop him thinking the same thing.

Jessica tried to look terrified and knelt down on the floor with her legs spread and her hands laced over her head. She gave her crystal pendant an experimental wiggle to see how it rolled between her breasts. She saw instantly that the lighting here near the back of the apartment was wrong, so she gave up on it.

"Are you with the Police?" 

Gerald smiled a cruel smile and leered, "No, I'm Melissa Hershberger's father. Melissha has been sending you money; don't bother to deny it!

If there's one thing I know about, its money laundering. Melissa has been withdrawing money from her trust fund and deliberately losing it to you on that poker WEB site for months now. 

Although, I can't quite understand why she feelz that sshee has to do it sherecretly... Why doesn't shee shust ssend it to you for your little love nest here...?"

Jessica quickly lowered her head and stifled her smile: the fool had obviously helped himself to her supply of drugged vodka. Now the only trick would be to make him feel in control and relaxed until he became so relaxed that he would do whatever he was told.

Jessica knew from her own experience after Van had first slipped the drug into her drink then with using the drug on Veronica and then with Jim; once it got to that point, she would have to work fast: Gerald Hershberger was going to be taking a long nap very soon. 

Gerald tried to puzzle it out and took a step into the living room. "Unlessh shee doesn't know that shees doing it..."

Suddenly Gerald put it together, "Shomehow, you and that fucking guy Arron... you've been shcamming her, haven't you? You lying, fucking cunt!"

Jessica waited and continued to try to look terrified while Gerald was obviously beginning to have trouble organizing his thoughts. 

"I've already killed my wife... I shoulda killed the stupid little air head before I left too. Then I coulda got all her money before I hadta leave."

Ar-ite bitch! Hereshs what you're going to do. You will call Melissha back and have her come right out here. I'll just take the little cunt licking bish'sh money when shee gets here. Then I'll have you and all the money!" Gerald made a quick movement with the gun barrel towards a blue bag under the table, that Jessica knew wasn't hers.

"If your boyfriend Aaron wants to shee you alive again, he'll fork over the resht of the money. But you... instead of killing you, I might shee what I've been misshing out on firsht! I'll tie you up and let you shee what a real man can do for you instead of some little pushy licker like Melissha!"

Gerald began to fumble with his pants, with his free hand. "Ya kno... with Melisha out of the way... I could use a new daughter... It would help with my cover... with looksh like yoursh... You and me, we could jusch shail out on my boat... I can finally get what I want... any time I want, for the resht of my fucking life!" Gerald's pants slid to the floor, followed by his shorts.

Jessica looked up with her best pleading face, "I'll do anything that you want. Just don't hurt me please."

Gerald stepped unsteadily towards her and nearly tripped over the pants around his ankles. Jessica saw that his eyes were completely glazed over.

Jessica stood up tentatively.

Gerald reached out to take hold of Jessica, but missed her and had to steady himself by holding onto a chair.

Jessica calmly took her crystal necklace off. Then she held it up and began to let it swing slowly back and forth, "If its money that you want, you should look at my necklace Gerald. It's worth thousands of dollars! See how it sparkles.

The most valuable jewels always sparkle so nicely!

It always makes me feel very relaxed; relaxed and confident; so relaxed and confident; your arms are getting heavy Gerald.

A powerful man like you shouldn't need a gun to make a woman do everything that he wants.

Gerald, you feel that you don't need that gun to make me do exactly what you want.

You should put the gun down on the table."

Gerald swung his heavy arm over to the table and let go of the pistol. 

"That's right. Now count with me Gerald. Count from ten all the way back to zero, the more you count, the more relaxed and confident you feel. Ten."

"Ten."

"That's right Gerald, you feel so relaxed and confident. Nine."

"Nine."

"Yes that's right Gerald. A powerful man like you can always kill someone after you get them to do anything that you want! Eight."

"Eight."

It took almost no time at all to install the two control words that Jessica needed to feel that she could just tie Gerald up with her pantyhose and let him sleep it off on the floor.

Jessica looked down contemptuously at Gerald as he lay sleeping, hog-tied on her floor, "I already know what a real man could have done for me. A real man could have been mine, except that I got mixed up with greedy men like you. But now I'll have to remember the one good man in my life as the one that got away... and that's only one of the problems that you are about to pay for, you murdering bastard!" 

Jessica resisted the urge to kick the heartless, murderer in the head and went to look at the strange blue bag. She opened it and found bundles of money. Jessica looked closer at the money. She looked at the dates on the bills. She saw none that were printed more recently than ten years ago. This must be Gerald's 'get-away' money. He was planning all along for the day when he would leave his life in the U.S. behind.

Jessica sat and wondered what she was going to do now. She looked at the murdering, thief on the floor and realized that there was really only one thing that separated her from Gerald: it was a matter of degree. Jessica threw her business suit back on and went out to start her laundry.

Jim watched as the Aruban Postal worker locked the front door for their lunch hour closure. All morning, there had been no sign of Jessica at the only place on the Earth where he could think to look for her. 

Jim had thought that all he had to do was to fly out to Aruba and camp out in front of the Post Office; then sooner or later Jessica would come strolling in to pick up her mail. But, after a day and a half, Jim was very disappointed to find that he was wrong. 

Jim testily looked at his watch. He had just enough time to grab his bag from the hotel, checkout and fly back to do his hastily arranged double shift at the fire house. Then he could fly back for a full week here. 

Jim had made some progress though; it seemed that they recognized Jessica, from the picture on Jim's cell phone, here at the Post Office. But to Jim's disappointment, they couldn't give him an address for her here on the island.

Jim did take the time to ask if they knew American money. Sure enough, two good old 'Ben Franklins' insured that Jim would get a phone call as soon as Jessica came to pick up her mail. Jim hesitated and wondered if there was anything more that he could do before he left for his six day shift back home. Jim decided that he could always hire a private detective if he needed to when he came back next week.

On the way back to the hotel, Jim reflected that he didn't give a furry rat's little ass what it cost: he was going to find Jessica. He was going to find her and ask her... well, he didn't have a clue what he would ask her. Jim just knew that he needed to find her!

After checking out from the hotel and taking a cab back to the airport, Jim stalked wearily through the airport lobby to find his gate and fly home. 

Jim slowed down to before reaching his gate when he thought that he saw a familiar face in the crowd. A man was standing with a blue bag, watching a group of arriving tourists. The man was slowly reaching under the arm of his wind breaker. 

Jim quickly looked over the large group of arriving tourists and saw just a bunch of people heading towards the baggage pickup area. He looked back at the man who was now pointing the pistol at the tourists. Jim instinctively sprang into action shouting, "Gun! Gun! Everybody get down!"

Jim closed the short distance between himself and the man in seconds, grabbing the gun with one hand and the hand that held the bag with the other hand, while pinning the man up against a column with the weight of his own body. 

The man struggled weakly in Jim's grip and tried to get off a shot. The gun seemed to misfire and just clicked once. Everybody scattered just as the first two security guards arrived. 

Within seconds, more security guards arrived and disarmed the man. Then the four uniformed security guards hustled both Jim and the man off to a detention area. Jim was placed alone in a secure room.

After about fifteen minutes, a man who identified himself as the airport's chief of security came. After examining Jim's papers, his boarding pass and taking Jim's statement, the man thanked Jim and confirmed that the video surveillance tapes from the airport's security cameras agreed with Jim's statements about the whole incident. 

After their business was done, the security man escorted Jim to his gate. On the way, the security man would only confirm that they still didn't know who the target was, but the shooter, who had forgotten to load his gun, appeared to be an American who was traveling under a false passport. More would come to light as soon as they had a chance to contact the authorities in the U.S. Jim boarded his plane and flew out.

Jessica drove back to her apartment from a quick sales trip through towns of Aruba's southern coast. When she arrived home, she was surprised to find Muffy sitting with her luggage on the bench, outside of her door.

Jessica was surprised and happy to see Muffy, "Muffy, when did you arrive? You should have called. I would have picked you up at the Airport!"

Muffy sobbed as she stood up to hug Jessica, "Oh Jessica, I didn't even find a place to stay here on the island first. 

I have nothing left at home! None of my friends will even talk to me. Everybody at the club looks at me and whispers about me. I just had to come right out to see you!

And then at the airport this afternoon, there was a man with a gun! Some undercover guy started to yell at us to get down and started to arrest the guy!" 

While they hugged warmly, Jessica guiltily realized that she had just dropped Gerald off near the Airport this morning. The man that Muffy saw being arrested must have been her own father! To make matters worse, Jessica hadn't had time to finish de-programming everybody from her scam back at the Country Club. She had so far only managed to start on Fred, Veronica and Aaron. Muffy had been occupied with her mother's funeral and Van wasn't answering his phone.

"Did you get to see the guy that was being arrested?"

"No. The undercover guy was all over him, it all happened so fast; we all just ran!"

"Come inside Muffy, you must have been so frightened and you look so tired. Don't worry about anything, you are staying with me! I'll make us some dinner then you can tell me all about it."

Jessica grabbed her sling bag and unlocked her door while Muffy gathered her two weekend bags. Jessica quickly let them in and went to put her sling bag away. Muffy stopped inside the door and opened one of her bags. 

Jessica turned and found Muffy smiling shyly, holding up two matching bathing suits; a black one piece with a floral band that wrapped across one bosom all around the waist. The second one was a bikini with the floral band covering one cup and ending as the waist band of the bottom of the bikini. 

Muffy held up the bikini and said earnestly, "Jessica, I bought you a present. I hope that it pleases you."

"Oh Muffy, that is so sweet! When did you have the time to go shopping for bathing suits?"

Muffy tried to remember, "I'm not really sure. But this one will look just so cute on you! Can we try them on?"

Jessica left her sling bag on the table, came to Muffy and kissed her fondly on the cheek. "I think that I'd like to try the one piece. You should try on the bikini!"

Muffy demurred miserably, "Oh with my body, I can't possibly wear the..."

Jessica giggled and gently snatched the one piece, "Of course you can. You're just a little bit shorter than I am and you have a perfect body for a bikini Muffy! I've always been so jealous of your big boobs; let's try them on right now and you'll see.

If you don't like it, we can switch. Then we can relax and I'll make us something to eat!" 

Both women quickly slipped out of their clothes and started to put on their new bathing suits.

Muffy slipped on the bottoms of her suit and watched Jessica as she finished pulling her suit up and settling it in for a perfect fit.

"Well you look wonderful, with those long legs and your perfect sized boobs." Muffy giggled, "Jessica, you should have heard all the women at the Club; everybody just hated how you looked when you were at the pool, with your slim waist and your gorgeous firm butt!"

Muffy put on her top and soon the two were giggling and comparing themselves to each other in the full length mirror on the back of Jessica's front door.

Muffy was still convinced that the bikini top didn't fit her right. She felt that it looked a bit too saggy and dumpy on her.

Jessica started to adjust the shoulder straps and lifted Muffy's boobs up a bit so that they were working much better with the suit. "Nonsense! Here let me adjust the straps for you and you'll see. As soon as the guys at the beach see you, they'll be all over you with these two scrumptious blouse bunnies teasing them from this beautiful top!"

Jessuca turned Muffy back to the mirror and let her see what she looked like in a properly adjusted bikini. Even Muffy had to agree: she looked absolutely beautiful. 

Jessica stood behind Muffy and admired her before she began to sadly caress the girl's hair, "Now let's fix your hair, do you think that you'd like to wear it loose, or would you like for me to make a French braid?"

Muffy turned around and slipped her arms around Jessica's waist, "Let's wear the same hair style so that everybody will see that we're together!"

Jessica tried to think how she was going to tell Muffy the truth as she rested her arms around Muffy's shoulders. 

Muffy shyly stood up on her toes and kissed Jessica on her lips. Jessica guiltily enjoyed the soft kiss. It had been so long since anybody had held her, or kissed her with such love. But Jessica stopped just as Muffy tried to hold her tighter and lick her lips with her tongue. 

Jessica continued to caress Muffy's face and hair while looking at Muffy sadly, "Muffy, there are some things that I have to tell you."

"Jessica, I love you! I know how much I have hurt you and I am so sorry. I broke up with Aaron before I came to you, I don't want to have anything to do with his nasty dirty cock anymore. I want to belong to you!"

Jessica began gingerly, "Muffy, Aaron never loved you; I don't think that he ever really loved me either. What he did may have hurt me at first, but you have to know that what he was really wanted was to get at the money in your trust fund."

Muffy looked up in disbelief, "At the funeral, my broker told me that there was money missing from my trust fund, but he was sure that I withdrew it! Eighty thousand dollars... do you think that Aaron could have stolen it?" 

Jessica dropped her arms from Muffy's shoulders and took a step back, "No Muffy, it wasn't him. I made sure that Aaron never got the chance. I hypnotized him and made him do everything that you told him to do.

Then I hypnotized you. I lied to you by making you believe that you really love me Muffy... I seduced you. Then I stole your money to get back at you for something that Aaron did to me. You never deserved what I did to you; I was wrong Muffy. I'm the one who should be saying that I'm sorry to you."

"Wait, you hypnotized Aaron... you hypnotized me...? I can't believe that. I love you Jessica!"

Jessica looked at Muffy, "Muffy you only think that you love me because I told you that you love me. Let me prove it to you, try not to touch your nose with your finger."

Muffy stood still and waited.

"Little slut"

Muffy closed her eyes and slouched a little.

"Muffy, you will do everything that I tell you to do. When you wake up, you will touch the end of your nose with your finger. You won't be able to take your finger from your nose until I tell you to. Muffyberger."

Muffy woke up and immediately put her finger on her nose. Muffy giggled, "Oh my God! What am I doing? Jessica!" Muffy giggled again while trying to take her finger from her nose, "What else can you make me do?" 

Jessica admitted sheepishly, "Just about anything that I want you to do.

Muffy, you can stop touching your nose now. I want for you to turn around and look at yourself in the mirror."

Muffy immediately turned around and looked at herself in the mirror.

"Muffy, I want for you to see how really beautiful you are. I want for you to know how smart you are. I want for you to know how good-hearted you are. I want for you to know that you are the only woman that I have ever been jealous of. 

I wasn't only jealous of you and Aaron; I was jealous because I really felt something for you and felt guilty about what Aaron wanted me to do to you. Aaron wanted me to help him to steal your money. But he didn't think that I would go through with it. That's why he dumped me. 

Muffy I want for you to know how sorry I am that I got angry at you and that I ever hurt you. 

Muffy, you will no longer feel that you love me, or that you have to do anything to please me.

Muffy, you will remember everything that I made you do while you were under a trance. You will remember everything that I made you do at the Country Club and later at the beach with Veronica."

Muffy suddenly turned around, and looked at Jessica with a shocked look on her face, "You bitch! You called me a little slut?" 

Muffy immediately closed her eyes and slouched a little.

Jessica sighed her exasperation. "Yes Muffy, I called you my 'little slut' because I was hurt.




Venus Flytrap Ch. 03



Muffy you will no longer go into a deep trance when I call you a 'little slut.' Muffyberger." 

Muffy woke up and giggled. "This is so cool! I like the name that you gave me: 'MMMuffyberrrger!'" Muggy giggled again "It's really cute: 'Muffyberger'"

"Well 'Muffyberger' that's it. You're completely released, everything's back to normal now. Those words don't have any more power over you."

Muffy smiled, timidly stepped forward and put her arms back around Jessica, "You think that I'm beautiful, you think that I'm smart and good... but you are wrong about one thing Jessica. I still love you!"

"You still think that you love me, even though I took eighty thousand dollars from you?"

Muffy reasoned, "More like a ninety thousand dollars with what the others gave to me, but I'm sure that you had a good reason to take it! So what did you do, put it into the bank? Or did you go on a shopping spree?" 

Jessica thought about it and decided that Muffy must be ready to hear the rest, "Well then here's the rest of the bad news: I spent all of your one hundred thousand dollars on a new internet company. You can't get the money back!"

"All right, so the bad news is that you bought us a company, what's the good news?"

Jessica took Muffy's hands, "The good news is that the company has really taken off! The company is worth much more now. The five of you now own sixty percent of a company that is worth almost one and a half million dollars. Me, I'm no one. I'm just your director of sales. 

Muffy tried to remember, "The five of us; me, Aaron, Veronica, Van and Fred... we earned twenty thousand from the Club?"

Jessica giggled and gave Muffy a playful shove, "Actually you earned most of it; maybe twelve thousand dollars you little slut!" 

Muffy shoved back, "Well what about you, you skank? You stole all that money and made us a whole bunch more money!"

Jessica shoved Muffy playfully and shook her head, "I stole it, but I'm giving it all back to you; I just work for you, you whore.

I can introduce you to your other two new business partners who own the other forty percent tomorrow morning."

Muffy took another step forward and coyly slid her thumbs under the shoulder straps of Jessica's bathing suit. Then she started to slowly peel the top of Jessica's bathing suit down. "That would make me the leading stock holder and our share must be close to a million dollars, you dirty... little... tramp...!" 

"You five own about nine hundred thousand dollars of the company. I was wrong for what I did Muffy; I don't want to keep your money anymore."

Muffy brushed her lips softly on Jessica's lips as she continued to slowly peel Jessica's suit down over her breasts, "Jessica, you'll never be rich if you don't take what you've earned in this life."

Jessica giggled as her erect nipples popped out from the cups of her bathing suit. "Muffy, I've only been working for you for about five seconds and you're already trying to sexually harass me, you... dominatrix!" 

Muffy smiled and caressed Jessica's lips softly with her tongue, "Why don't you want to take your share of our company Jessica?"

Jessica kissed Muffy softly, "I met someone. Jim, he is such a good man. Muffy, I felt so cheap and dirty every moment that I was with him. But even though I knew that he would never judge me; I knew that I didn't deserve him because of what I did to you and to the others.

Then I met another man; a filthy cheating murderer who showed me what I would become if I didn't change. I knew that I had to make up for the bad that I've done... and now I have the chance to!" 

Jessica held Muffy tight and began to sob, "Oh but Muffy, my Jim, even though he treated me like I was a queen, I just had to leave him, he deserves so much better than me. I can never go back to him!" 

Muffy switched her grip on Jessica's bathing suit to push it down off of Jessica's bottom. "So it can be just the two of us then?"

"Muffy how can you love me knowing that, I'll be thinking about Jim for the rest of our lives; I've done horrible things... I don't deserve you. I love you too much to ask you to settle for someone like me!"

Muffy continued to caress Jessica's lips with her kisses and conceded, "Well that's a start, isn't it? And a nine for one return is not a bad start on a return for an investment that none of us ever knew about.

You always made sure that we protecting ourselves while you were making us rich; you didn't want to steal the money for Aaron; Jessica, maybe you're not really so bad after all!"

Jessica nodded her head and kissed Muffy again. Then she reached around and unhooked the top of Muffy's bikini, tossed it away and began to caress Muffy's breasts.

"Muffy, I used you the most. I know that I can't ask that you forgive me. All I can do is prove to you how sorry I am and how much I care about you. 

I'm so tired of being all alone. I just need for you to tell me that we will be all right some day." 

Muffy finished sliding Jessica's suit down, letting it drop to the floor and cupped Jessica's vulva with one hand and one of her breasts with the other. "For our share of the nine hundred thousand dollars, I'm sure that we can all forgive you Jessica!" Muffy kissed Jessica tenderly, "...and besides, I don't care about the money, I still love you.'

I wish that there had never been any of that business with Aaron. It was wrong of me to take him when I knew that he was yours. Will you forgive me?"

Jessica smiled and slid her hands into Muffy's bikini bottom, pushing it down, "Oh, of course I forgive you Muffy!"

Jessica drew in a sharp breath as she felt the soft caress of Muffy finger slipping between the lips of her pussy. Then she groaned as she felt the gentle pinch of Muffy's fingers on her erect nipple. 

Muffy playfully took on a sterner tone, "Good. Now we need to settle this business about you going around calling me a little slut, you skanky whore!"

Jessica started to pant quickly while Muffy caressed gently upward to tease from the entrance of Jessica's vagina to the underside of her clit. Jessica stepped backwards, out of her discarded bathing suit. 

Muffy stepped out of her bottom, following and continuing her teasing caresses and pinches. "So tell me Jessica, whose little slut are you? I want to hear you say it Jessica! Tell me that you are my little slut!" 

Jessica whimpered defiantly, shook her head and bit her lip while backing up more until Muffy pinned her hips against the wall. Muffy quickly knelt down, lifted one of Jessica's legs over her shoulder then started to slowly lick her pussy lips. When Muffy reached Jessica's clit she slowly circled the throbbing nub with her tongue. Then Muffy slowly licked her way back down to tease the sensitive inner lips around Jessica's vagina.

Jessica felt the tremors of her orgasm building, the leg that she stood on trembled and her knee started to give out on her. But Muffy kept pressing Jessica's hips against the wall and kept on licking, sucking and nibbling Jessica's pussy.

Jessica reached down with one hand to steady herself on Muffy's shoulder and caressed Muffy's head, urging her to keep on going. 

"Say it Jessica...; I want to hear you... tell me that you are... my little slut!"

Jessica felt the heat flush up from her tummy into her breasts, and up to her face.

She groaned and whispered, "Yes Muffy, yes Muffy; I'm nothing but a filthy little slut! Oh Muffy you're so good! Thank you. Thank you! I have been so lonely here. Make me yours, now and forever Muffy. Make me your little slut!"

Muffy gently teased Jessica's clit with the tip of her nose and continued to attack her pussy with her tongue and her lips while she protested sternly, "That's not good enough slut...! I want to hear you say it... Say it now...!"

Jessica shuddered and pressed Muffy's face into her hot dripping pussy. She shuddered again, groaning and spurting as she came on Muffy's face. 

Muffy confidently stood up and held Jessica up in her arms, "I almost got you that time you filthy skank! But the evening is young. By morning you will be telling everyone that you are my slut!"

Jessica smiled and kissed Muffy deeply, tasting her own cum on Muffy's mouth and on her tongue.

"I'm not going anywhere you domineering bitch. And who knows, by morning, you might be proudly declaring that you are my little slut!"

Jessica led Muffy to her bed and settled in on the pillow, Muffy chuckled then joined Jessica on the bed and hugged her warmly while kissing her softly. Jessica enjoyed Muffy's soft probing kiss and her sweet gentle caresses before returning to the subject.

"But really Muffy, I have to talk to the others and apologize to them next. I already stopped Aaron, Veronica and Fred from giving us money. I still can't get in touch with Van... and I didn't explain anything to them, I didn't know how. Then I would have to release them, but at least I stopped using them."

Muffy cuddled Jessica warmly and suggested, "Why don't you let me help you? Veronica should be able to get into contact with Van. We can give them some excuse to get them to fly down here then we will tell them what we both did them. We will give them their share of the company and then you can release them. Jessica, you and I will do it all together."

Jessica started to cry. She cuddled Muffy tighter and cooed, "Oh my Muffyberger!"

Jessica pressed Muffy onto her back and climbed on top of Muffy, kissing her soft lips and caressing her gorgeous breasts. 

Muffy relaxed, kissed Jessica back and began to sigh contentedly as Jessica continued her sensual massage. She felt the electric tingles as Jessica licked and kissed her erect nipples, she felt the first waves of her orgasm building as Jessica ground her delicious shaved mound against her own freshly shaven pussy. Then Muffy shivered excitedly as she felt Jessica run her tongue all the way down to her trembling belly button while tweaking her engorged nipples.

Suddenly Muffy caught a sharp breath as she felt Jessica slip two fingers into her pussy and press gently on an astoundingly sensitive spot on the front wall of her vagina. Muffy caught her breath again as she felt Jessica gently caress the strange new spot.

"Muffy, would you like to learn a little something that my man Jim taught me about how to make love to a woman?"

Muffy felt her orgasm rise quickly and immediately crash over her body. Muffy whimpered and felt the orgasm build higher and higher as Jessica sucked her throbbing, erect clit into her mouth and continued to caress the strange new spot deep inside of her clutching cunt with her two fingers.

Muffy groaned loudly and arched her back as another orgasm rode up on the one that hadn't even finished yet.

Between her licking and her slurping, Jessica commanded: "Say what I want to hear Muffy: tell me that you are my dirty little slut. Say it Muffy, I'm not going to stop until you tell me!"

Over the next few days, Jessica introduced Muffy to her new business partners and gave her a tour of the Island. 

Muffy managed to contact the others and told them that they had won a sweepstakes to celebrate the successful launch of a new internet company. They were each now minor stake share-holders in a multi-million dollar company.

The lucky winners would each be sent round trip tickets for their flight to Aruba. They would each be given weekend accommodations at the luxurious Renaissance Marina Hotel in Oranjestat. Then they would each have a private meeting with the Director of Sales and the majority share-holder before being allowed to meet each other at a private luncheon, where they would be awarded their stock certificates. 

The week went quickly with Jessica making more sales sweeps along the southern and western coast of the island, Muffy making the arrangements for the luncheon and the four lucky winners packing for their all expenses paid, weekend getaway where they would receive their prizes.

The week wasn't quite as exciting for Jim. For the six days that he was working his double shift at the fire house, Jim kept checking his phone for any messages about Jessica and kept his eyes peeled for any updates in the newspapers about the incident in Aruba. But nothing came.

Finally the morning of the truth came and Jessica decided to check her mail at the Post Office. She had only received a letter this morning from the Renaissance Marina Hotel in Oranjestat, confirming her reservations for the four rooms and the conference room.

Muffy met Jessica on the way in and had a little surprise for her lover. She had ordered it on their WEB site and gone to pick up the specialty item at the shop as Jessica went to check the mail.

"Muffy, you didn't have to buy me another present!"

"I know I didn't, but I know how you've been worrying about today and when I saw it, I just had to have it for you. Go ahead and open it Jessica."

Jessica opened the gift box and found a small clear acrylic statue of the Venus De Milo. Jessica started to cry as she hefted the little statue of the goddess of love.

Jessica put the statue into her bag, hugged and kissed Muffy right there in the street, "Oh, Muffy! It's so beautiful! Thank you."

"I hope that she will help you to feel better today. You really have nothing to worry about you know; they are all going to understand; especially when you give them their stock certificates and tell them how much they are going to be worth after we expand to Jamaica and Puerto Rico. Just remember: I love you and I will be with you every step of the way!"

Jessica looked at Muffy, "Muffy you have been so strong all week and I know that I haven't been myself all week. Now the luncheon is set to start in an hour. That will give us just fifteen minutes with each of them before the Kelly boys arrive and then we can finish this and move back to just being us. I love you so much Muffy!" 

Jim watched the Aruban postal worker lock the door for their lunch hour closure again. Things had been going badly for Jim, he had never heard back from the Post Office about Jessica before booking his redeye flight. Then his flight was overbooked and he had to take a later flight, arriving only an hour ago. Since he was late for check-in, his room at the hotel room had been given away and he had to upgrade to the honeymoon suite, overlooking the Marina.

Jim dropped his bag on the bed and headed right out. His luck began to improve a bit when he arrived at the Post Office and they told him that Jessica had been there just this morning to pick up a letter. But of course they had no other information for him.

This left Jim with mixed feelings. Jessica probably wouldn't be coming back today and she could still be anywhere in the city. In the end, Jim just decided to go back to his hotel and get some rest before trying to figure out what to do next. 

Muffy got up to help Jessica open the doors of the conference room. Muffy whispered, "That bitch! She thinks that her five percent stake is enough to start ordering you around. Well my forty percent says otherwise!"

Jessica helped Muffy lock her door open and whispered back, "It's all right Muffy. She has the right to be angry at me after what I did."

"She's going to be trouble, I can already see it Jessica!"

"It's all right Muffy. With you to protect me and any one of the Kelly boys on our side, or any two of the minor stake holders on our side, Veronica can't do anything more than make noise."

Veronica walked out of the room with Mark Kelly on her arm and a predatory smile on her face. She didn't even bother to say a word to Jessica or to Muffy, after having asked in that oh-so-sugary sweet, peremptory tone for Jessica to get the doors for them. 

Fred and David Kelly followed closely and looked to Muffy to be awfully chummy. They stopped to say thanks to Jessica and to smile dreamily at each other before strolling off together. 

Muffy watched the pair walk down the hallway and remarked, "Well that's a pair that I didn't see coming!" 

Jessica giggled, "It wouldn't have been too hard to predict if you knew what I suspected about David. Still, I don't expect any trouble out of either of the Kelly boys. They were the ones who nominated and seconded me for CEO." 

Muffy smiled, "Did you see how Veronica bristled as she had to vote to make it unanimous? She's probably taking Mark back to her room right now to start undermining you!"

Jessica shrugged, "Like I said, she has the right to be angry at me. But the Kelly boys know where their bread gets buttered. And now with Fred and David getting together there shouldn't be any problems. Besides, even Veronica can't spread her legs fast enough to overcome your forty percent!"

Suddenly both women heard what appeared to be a knocking on the door behind them. They both looked up and then down the otherwise empty hallway. Jessica took Muffy by the hand and led her back into the conference room to investigate the intermittent knocking.

They saw Aaron leaning back in his chair, looking blissfully at the ceiling. Then Jessica stifled a giggle and pointed to Van's shoes sticking out from under the table as the strange knocking continued. 

Jessica poked Muffy in the ribs and confided, "Now there's a power block that I would have never predicted!"

Muffy giggled, "Wow! Van works really, really fast! A hundred dollars says Aaron won't last for another minute..."

Both women watched, fascinated as Van continued to work his special new relationship with Aaron. Before long, Aaron began to grimace horribly.

Muffy pointed and blandly observed, "Oh, there he goes... a little early too. He always makes that face when he cums. It used to drive me nuts; I would always wonder if he was having an aneurism or something!"

Jessica sighed, "Well, I suppose that now I should be thankful to Van for another reason! The board is split into four distinct camps and Veronica can't get at enough votes to be a problem without some major screw-up on my part."

Muffy chuckled as she watched Aaron and Van gather their things to leave, "I suppose that you're right Jessica."

Jessica and Muffy said good afternoon to the two minor stake holders and they scurried off down the hall to their next adventure. 

Jessica gathered her bag and took Muffy's hand. They strolled silently along the short corridor towards the hotel lobby. They stopped for a moment, just inside the last doorway.

"Jessica, I suppose that we should be heading back to pack for your trip to Jamaica and Puerto Rico. I still wish that you'd let me come along. I'd like to go with you even if it's only a working vacation."

Jessica turned and fondly brushed back a stray lock of hair from Muffy's face. "Well now that we see how things here are shaping up here, I don't see why not. We can pack tomorrow. Today, I would like to go to the beach with you."

Muffy clutched Jessica's hand excitedly and cooed, "Oh this is going to be so much fun Jessica!"

Jessica kissed Muffy and hugged her affectionately. "You don't think that I would want to spend all of that time traveling in Jamaica and Puerto Rico without my little Muffyberger, do you?"

Muffy rested in Jessica's arms before she noticed a man standing nearby, "Oh look Jessica. It's the undercover security guy from the airport, the one who arrested that guy last week!"

Jim's heart sank and watched Jessica, holding a pretty young woman in her arms. He watched as Jessica turned and nervously fumbled with her hair with one hand, but kept her other arm around the other woman's shoulder. Jim smiled weakly and turned away to walk into the bar.

Muffy turned back to Jessica and saw the nervous look on her face.

Jessica said in a mournful tone, "Muffy, that wasn't a security guard from the airport; that was Jim." 

Muffy watched the change in Jessica then quickly took charge leading the way to the bar, "Come on Jessica. You need to talk to him right now."




Venus Flytrap Ch. 03



"But Muffy!"

"But nothing, you saw the look on his face. Your man is confused and he's going into that shark tank where some man-hungry tourist is going to get him."

Jessica resisted weakly, "Muffy I can't go in there..."

Muffy would hear none of it. "Jessica, I'm not the homeless little street waif that you took in a week ago. I'm a big girl now and I even have my own company, thanks to you. But I'm not stupid; I know that you really love him!

Jessica you haven't laid a hand on me since that first night. Instead, you've been talking about nothing but Jim, all week. I say that we both get in there and straighten your man out before some horny tourist snatches him up!"

Jessica looked fearfully at the entrance to the bar and tried to imagine how she would start to talk to Jim again.

Muffy prodded, "Jessica! He's your man. I am going in there! Are you going to do nothing and let me, or some other horny little slut take your man? Make up your mind, do you want him of not?"

Jessica fussed nervously with her hair, looked at Muffy and pleaded, "Do I look all right Muffy?"

Muffy kept a tight hold on Jessica's hand and led the way to the door of the bar, "Yes! Now come on now, let's get in there." 

They found Jim sitting at the bar, drinking his first sip of beer from a bottle. The bartender had just finished mixing a pitcher of strawberry daiquiris and was pouring two glasses before the two empty seats next to Jim. 

"Jim?"

Jim turned around and smiled sadly, "Hi Jessica, small world huh?" Then Jim looked and smiled at Muffy.

Jessica began self consciously, "Jim, I want you to meet Muffy. Muffy and I are..."

Muffy interrupted, "Hello Jim. I'm Jessica's boss and her best friend. It's so good to finally meet you; Jessica simply can't shut up about you!"

Jim smiled and extended his hand to Muffy, "Yes, I'm pleased to meet you Miss Hershberger. Jessica has told me a lot about you. Well please; won't you both join me for a drink?"

The two women settled into the seats on one side of Jim with Jessica in the middle. Muffy immediately took her drink and elbowed Jessica in the process.

Jessica looked at Jim, "Jim, when did you get here? How much do you remember?"

Jim smiled sadly and glanced at Muffy. "I arrived just this morning. I remember almost everything. Bits and pieces kept coming back as something happened that reminded me of you... of us.

I found you by getting a hold of Van's cell phone... then his battery went dead. Maybe now isn't the best time for the story of how I got his phone, but it is a funny story."

Muffy quickly piped up, "We just watched Van sucking off our old boyfriend Aaron in a conference room. Jim, do all men make this face when they cum...?" Muffy tried to imitate Aaron's expression.

This elicited nervous laughs from Jessica and Jim. "Well Muffy, I can't talk about what other men look like..."

Muffy would not be deterred, "How about it Jessica? What does Jim look like when he cums for you?" 

Both Jessica and Jim just looked shocked at each other.

Muffy blithely continued, "I only ask because Jessica has been talking incessantly about you for the last week! She goes on and on about how much she loves you and how she can't wait to be with you Jim.

Well now that you're here, I just wondered what kind of a face you make when Jessica makes love to you." 

Jessica shot Muffy a look that was clearly intended to shut her up.

Jim took out his own cell phone, "Well as I was saying Muffy, I can't tell you what some other guy looks like, or even what I look like. But I found this about two weeks ago and it really started the memories coming back."

Jim showed Muffy and Jessica the picture of Jessica on his cell phone, "Whenever I began to think that it might be hopeless and that I might never find Jessica again, I looked at this picture and I knew that I could never give up. To me, it was like falling head-over-heels in love with Jessica all over again every time I looked at it!" 

Satisfied, Muffy smiled a complimentary smile towards Jessica and took a sip from her drink. When she finished her sip she was even further gratified to find Jessica and Jim holding hands and staring silently into each other's eyes.

Muffy asked innocently, "So Jim, where are you staying? Do you have a room in the hotel?"

Jim continued to look longingly into Jessica's eyes and answered distractedly, "Uh... yes, I um, had to take the bridal suite... there was nothing left in the hotel... so..."

"Oh? How long do you have it for Jim?"

"Ah..., I um, have it for the week."

Muffy enthused, "Oh that is just too perfect; I've never seen the bridal suite. Let's go up and see it right now! 

Bartender, can we take this pitcher and our glasses up to the bridal suite?"

Jim momentarily snapped out of the dreamy spell of looking into Jessica's beautiful eyes and took his card key out, showing it to the bartender while slipping him a twenty dollar bill from the bar.

Muffy took the two glasses while Jim took the pitcher. Jessica took Jim's arm and her shoulder bag while Muffy led the way and called for the elevator. 

The three rode silently up to the bridal suite. Muffy was the first to enter and found the view to be breath taking! The suite had a balcony with an outstanding view of the marina. The room itself had a California King sized bed with a mirrored ceiling, a kitchenette and a living room.

Muffy poured fresh drinks and left them on the coffee table while Jim took something out of his bag. Muffy slipped Jim's cell phone off of his belt and put it into camera mode.

Jim ignored Muffy completely and took both of Jessica's hands, "Um... Jessica, I know that you aren't the kind of a woman who can be won or taken by any man. You are the kind of woman who either gives herself to a man, or wins a man completely for herself. Well, I've been in hell without you; you've won me completely!

I just wanted to see if... maybe you would... I know that it's not nearly as good as you really deserve but... I brought my grandmother's engagement ring... I needed to see if you would... maybe see that..." Jim held up an engagement ring.

Muffy quickly pressed the shutter on the camera-phone, (Click.)

Jessica fell into Jim's arms and couldn't answer quickly enough, "Oh yes Jim. Yes, yes, yes!"

Jim slipped the ring onto Jessica's finger and kissed her.

Muffy took another picture, (Click.)

Muffy continued to take pictures of the newly engaged couple until bit by bit, their clothes started to come off. Then she sipped her drink while she found the picture of Jessica that Jim had taken weeks ago and sent it to her own cell phone. 

As Jim carried Jessica to his bed, Muffy left his cell phone on the coffee table and slipped out of the suite with her purse. 

Muffy called the elevator just as her cell phone rang. She opened it to find the picture that showed Jessica, enraptured in a moment of pure bliss. Muffy admired the picture of her friend while waiting for the elevator doors to open.

Once she got onto the elevator, Muffy switched her phone back to phone mode and called Mark Kelly. 

"Hello Mark, this is Muffy. Is Veronica still with you?"

Mark hesitated for a moment, "Ehem, why yes Muffy, she is... I was just showing her my..."

"Good Mark. Would you please put away whatever you were showing her, I need to speak with her for a moment if you wouldn't mind."

Once Muffy heard Veronica come onto the line, "Veronica, I need for you to drop what you're doing and to contact Allan Van Outing. You'll find him on the WEB site. He's a real estate agent here on the Island. Set up a meeting with him for this afternoon. I want for you to go with him and find us a selection of bigger office spaces. We are going to have to expand our computer facilities very soon. Now would you be a dear and put Mark back on? Thank you."

"Hello Mark?"

"Yes hello Muffy?"

"Mark, I have wonderful news. Jessica's boyfriend just arrived here in town and he immediately popped the question; they just got engaged. It was very romantic!"

"Well that's wonderful news Muffy. We must make plans to get together with them sometime..." 

"Yes it is wonderful, but it also means that I will have to go to Jamaica and Puerto Rico in her place. Mark, I am going to need for you to come with me. 

Now I'll need for you to drop whatever it is that you're doing and meet with me. We need to go over the sales presentation. You and I will be working quite closely together over the next few weeks and I'm afraid that I may not have the time to change all of Jessica's original hotel accommodations for the first few nights.

Mark, you do think that you and I can work together in a professional manner and in such close quarters so that we can pull off this very important sales trip without any undue problems, don't you?"

"Er well, yes of course Muffy..."

"Good, because I have been looking forward to my chance to work very closely with you. Will you meet with me at the office in twenty minutes?"

"Ehem, twenty minutes...?"

"Yes. I'm leaving the hotel right now. I should be there in ten minutes."

"Ah... well yes, of course Muffy. Um..., ten minutes it is then."

"Good Mark, I know that these next two weeks will be extremely difficult for the both of us; long hours..., sharing meals..., late night planning sessions..., sharing the same room together. But I feel that by the end of it, we will be a much better company for it!

I am very confident in my decision to take you Mark. You are the only man that I would trust so completely! 

"Well yes Muffy, you can count on me completely!"

"Good, I'll see you at the office in ten minutes then." Muffy ended her call and called David Kelly.

"Hello David, this is Muffy. Mark and I are going away for the sales trip in Jessica's place. Mark can fill you in on all of the details.

I'll need for you to set all of us up with oh, what do you call it... a virtual office, video-conference-call thingy for our personal laptops, so that we can all keep in close touch with each other from wherever we are. Can you have that set up for all of us by tomorrow evening?"

"Well yes Muffy, Fred and I can stop out at..."

"Oh yes, that's a good catch David. You'll have to stay behind and hold down the fort in our absence and look after our new board members; Veronica is starting to work on something for me already, but you will have the final say in it. You can get all of the details from her. In the meantime, you see to it that the new board members have a good time!" 

"Well yes, of course Muffy..."

"Thank you David. I'll be in touch." Muffy ended her call, strode out into the hotel lobby and switched back to camera mode to look once more at the photo of Jessica. 

Muffy looked fondly at Jessica's face and reminisced briefly before she headed out to the office. On the way, Muffy thought about Jessica's cute pink, sheer flyaway baby doll back at the apartment. She decided that she would have to make the time to put together a weekend bag for Jessica and deliver it to her at the hotel later today. 

On the way to the office, Muffy passed by a shop and she saw the same baby doll that Jessica had, only in a deep shade of purple with black and white lace trim. Muffy thought to herself that this would be an absolutely essential business tool to have, now that she would have Mark all to herself for two weeks. 

After finishing her shopping, Muffy's phone rang. She opened it and found a picture-text message from Jessica. Muffy opened the message and found a picture of Jim. He had the most peaceful and gratified look on his face, but somewhere in the corner of his eyes there were little gleams of desire that spoke of a hunger that just would never be satisfied. Muffy smiled and filed the snapshot away with her photo of Jessica. 

Jim looked wonderingly at Jessica, "So that guy at the airport last week was Muffy's father?"

Jessica nodded gravely.

"But you had him under control the entire time?"

Jessica tried to make light of it, "Well, not the entire time.

He had some private detectives following Muffy that day that I met her at the Green Parrot. Somehow, he found out that she and I are lesbian lovers."

"So you two are together?"

Jessica nodded, "Jim, Muffy and I have been lovers since before you won my heart... I don't know how it might work for us now, but I'll do whatever you tell me."

Jim put the question aside for the moment, "So you didn't leave me for Muffy?"

Jessica shook her head, "After her father ran from the law back home, he found that needed money. He came here to find Muffy and to kill the both of us so that he could get his hands on her trust fund. And that's the only reason why I left you my love! I didn't want to get you mixed up in my mess." 

"So you hypnotized him and sent him to get himself arrested?"

"He was supposed to get caught boarding a plane with a pistol and the half a million dollars that he was carrying with him."

"An empty pistol as it turned out."

"Yes of course. He was to confess to everything that he had done, including the murder of Muffy's mother, grand theft of a yacht while making his getaway and international money laundering for the Mob."

"But why did he take the pistol out and start pointing it at people in the crowd?"

"He must have seen Muffy. I was busy using Muffy's money to get her company started here and wasn't expecting her to come down here until I called for her. She saw you struggling with him and then she came to me right after that. We have been busy cleaning up the rest of my mess together ever since."

"When I first saw the two of you together in the lobby doorway, I thought that there was something between you and Muffy! Being married to a firefighter is sometimes very hard on a person... Jessica, I'll leave it up to you how you work with Muffy. Just find a way to be fair to all of us, all right?"

Jessica smiled and caressed Jim's face, "Would you please pour us another drink Stud muffin...?"

Jim continued to look Jessica hungrily in her eyes, "Yes but, I sure that those words won't work on me any more Jessica."

Jessica smiled, but persisted, "Non-sense Stud muffin, you obviously don't understand how this all works. Allow me to demonstrate: You will kiss me now, my Stud Muffin."

Jim moved immediately and kissed Jessica until she felt light headed and weak all over again. 

Jessica caught her breath, "Do you see now, my poor little fool? You have been entirely in my power from the first moment that you laid eyes on me!"

Jim agreed, "Yes... I see now. I am completely in your power Mistress Jessica!"

"Good, pour us both another drink and come make love to me again my Man Candy!"

Jim smiled and stopped to lick Jessica's darling pink nipple on his way to get the pitcher to freshen up their drinks, "I hear and obey, Mistress Jessica!"

Muffy returned from her business trip elated, but exhausted. She dropped Mark off at his apartment in the city and drove Jessica's car back to their apartment just needing a drink and a nice hot bath. 

The results from Jamaica and Puerto Rico were wonderful! Muffy and Mark had tripled the sales targets for both islands and she expected to make many more return trips to start picking up the smaller accounts that would drive the value of the company up four and five fold. 

Muffy smiled, Mark had also turned out to be a wonderful lover as well as a fine business partner. With the magical moments that they had shared, Muffy didn't expect for there to be any more trouble from any combination of the other stockholders. Muffy reflected sadly that with the exception of losing Jessica, everything that she wanted was now hers. But she took solace in knowing that she and Jessica would always remain friends.

Muffy opened the door to find Jessica sitting in her cute pink baby doll on their bed sipping a mimosa and reading the emails that detailed the trip.

Muffy left her bags at the foot of the bed and went to the nightstand to pour a drink for herself while she waited for her friend and former lover to finish reading the reports. 

Muffy looked around casually and noticed that Jessica had set up her acrylic statuette of the Venus De Milo and placed little potted plants, including pots with Venus Flytraps all around it.

Jessica finished and smiled at Muffy, "Well it looks like a very successful trip Muffy! In addition to knocking the sales figures out of the park, you seem to have a lock on the controlling interest in the company; congratulation!"

Muffy smiled even brighter and declared, "The Queen is dead; long live the Queen!"

Jessica grimaced slightly, "Yes. Well, that actually brings up a little issue that we need to settle. Now that Jim has gone home for a few days, we will have plenty of time to clear up this little misunderstanding..."

Muffy sipped her drink and asked, "What misunderstanding?"

Jessica put her laptop aside and stood up, "You told Jim that you are my boss! With my future husband going to be gone at the fire house for days at a time, he has no objection to us and our continuing relationship. So, I thought that we needed to make sure that everybody knew their place around here."

Muffy casually took another sip and reasoned, "Well with my new boyfriend's twenty percent, I control sixty percent of the company..."

Jessica interrupted, "Yes and I just wanted to remind you of who controls you!"

Muffy waved her hand in the air, "Oh Jessica, you know that we will always be friends, regardless of my relationship with Mark. Just know that I would never do anything to hurt you. You should feel safe now that I'm in total control. You should be happy that I am your boss!"

"Muffy you are nothing but an ungrateful little slut...!"

Muffy put her drink aside and stood her ground, "That would be 'Boss Slut' to you, you skank!"

Jessica couldn't believe her ears, "You whore!"

"That would be 'Queen Whore,' you filthy bitch."

Jessica gave Muffy's hair a playful tug, "Cow!"

Muffy gave Jessica's hair a pull, "Skinny backstabbing tramp!"

"Why Muffy Hershberger, you little 'Cum Buggy!'" 

Suddenly Muffy closed her eyes and slumped a little.

"Muffy, I want you to do everything that I say. When you wake up, I want you to pat your head with one hand and rub your tummy with the other until I tell you to stop. Muffylicious." 

Muffy opened her eyes and immediately started to pat her head and rub her tummy. She took a moment and wondered what had happened. Muffy looked nervously at Jessica then she started to giggle.

Jessica sat down and smiled, "How would you like for me to make you do this at the next board meeting... Bitch?"

Muffy sucked in an accusing breath, "You liar! You said that you didn't have control of me anymore and that you and Jim...!"

Jessica interrupted with an evil smile, "I said that those words didn't have any more control over you. I have plenty more words Muffy!

As I said, Jim will be gone at the fire house for days at a time; you didn't think that I would let someone that I love so much out of my life did you?

So, Muffy am I going to have to make you do this during your next board meeting, or are you going to say it?"

Muffy giggled, but stood her ground. "Wait, you're not angry that I seduced you, when I first arrived here are you?"

Jessica sipped her drink and waited for a moment, "Of course not Muffy! You had the advantage and you took it. I enjoyed seeing you step up into your own.

But then you just threw me away when it suited you, as though you didn't love me anymore. Well now it's time that you learned to play with the big girls! Muffy, cum for me now!"

Muffy continued to pat her head and rub her tummy as she felt the waves of her orgasm rise within her body. Her body stiffened and her eyes went wide as the waves of pleasure carried her away.




Venus Flytrap



Jim quickly grabbed Jessica's arm to steady her. He snatched her forgotten hat and placed it on her head, then reached for her bag.

Jessica laughed and slipped her sunglasses out from underneath the hat to put them on. Then she took Jim's arm and they walked out onto the boardwalk.

As they walked along talking, Jessica couldn't help laughing joyfully. For the first time in a long time, Jessica felt almost overwhelmed with joy.

Jessica found that Jim had one of those deliciously wry senses of humor; his powerful bicep bulged and relaxed, tensed and gave in to her probing fingers as she slid them up beneath the sleeve of his polo. 

Jessica smiled, threw one arm around Jim's neck and looked into Jim's eyes; his eyes, his beautiful sparkling green eyes laughed every time he modestly made a joke at his own expense.

Yes... Jim was perfect! Jessica's plan was now all but complete... the sun was so warm... The beach was a gay whirl of color..., sounds..., smells... laughter... and excitement. Things were going along perfectly!

The next thing that Jessica knew, she was lying on a couch in a strange room with a ceiling fan. There was the sound of running water, like in a kitchen sink from somewhere behind the couch. 

Jessica foggily wondered what had happened... She groggily felt under the sheet that covered her and found that her bikini bottom and her bikini top were still in place under what felt like a man's dress shirt. Her wrap was gone, so was her pendant. Her sunglasses and her hat were sitting neatly on another couch.

Jessica lay still for a moment and tried to remember what had happened, but she couldn't. She did feel happy... a little dizzy... and hungry, but for the first time in a long time, she felt peaceful and very happy.

The room looked neat, and well lit. It was done in plain colors with venetian blinds and plain white curtains on the two windows. There was a love seat, a recliner chair and an area rug on the floor. There was also a decent sized television mounted to one wall and a coffee table.

On the coffee table was what looked like a birdbath that had been filled in with dirt. In the middle of the birdbath-planter was a statue of the Venus de Milo. Planted all around the statue of the 'goddess of love' were odd looking little green plants.

Jessica thought that she could smell coffee and something like toast... She decided to sit up. Jessica felt dizzy for a moment. She looked around carefully and saw her sandals and her bag on the floor at side of a love seat.

She looked at the shirt, and found that it was a man's dress shirt... all buttoned up with the sleeves rolled up to her wrists. Jessica turned farther around and saw Jim washing dishes with a dish towel tucked into his belt.

Jim looked over and stopped the water then started drying his hands, "Hey, there you are! You had me worried for a while."

"Where am I?"

Jim picked up a tray and walked over to set it down on the coffee table in front of Jessica. "Well, good news, bad news... We're at my house, I made some coffee and crab salad sandwiches..." Jim knelt down and brushed back a stray lock of Jessica's hair.

"...What's the bad news?" 

"I make the worst coffee you've ever tasted!" Jim picked up a half sandwich and let Jessica take a bite.

"...So how do you take your coffee?"

Jessica thought a bit as she tasted the sandwich, 'Not a bad sandwich at all!'

"Um, black coffee for now... Where's your lunch?"

"An excellent choice!" Jim poured a cup of coffee for Jessica, "I ate while you were sleeping it off."

Jessica pointed, "I like your center piece... it's different."

"Yes, I call it 'The Venus Flytrap.' A fly lands on one of those little green leaves looking for something sweet... the trap shuts and sucks the unsuspecting little bastard dry!

Not very original I know, but I was drunk one night and couldn't resist... It seemed like the perfect commentary on love and life that only a case of beer would make absolutely hilarious. I set it up the next day. 

Sometimes I sit and wonder if it's worth it for the fly that manages to avoid getting trapped."

"Why would you care about the fly that manages to get away?"

"Well I don't I suppose, it's just that normally it's supposed to be a mutually beneficial arrangement. You know... a little food in return for the fly's services? Both are really just trying to do what they do, I know..., but it's an all or nothing gamble for the fly. I was just wondering if it was worth it for the ones that get away."

"Jim, I think that you might be spending a little too much time thinking about it."

"Jessica, you're probably right.

Um..., I think the little weasel might have put something into your drink this morning..."

Jessica seemed shocked, "Really? No, I can't believe that about Van; he seemed so... harmless! No, it has to be that I hadn't eaten... Yes! That must be it! 

You see Jim? Some people just shouldn't drink first thing in the morning on an empty stomach... Besides, I um..."

Jim fed Jessica another bite of sandwich, "Yes I heard all about it on the way over here, you hypnotized him and sent him to sell cars and dance with all of the nice people at the Pink Pony. You were very proud of yourself for the way that you got rid of that idiot...

It's been over four hours and I haven't heard anything from him so far..."

Jessica didn't want to deny it directly, so she just acted as innocently as possible, "I hypnotized him? Jim, do you see how silly this whole thing sounds? See how I can be when I'm drunk?" Jessica took a guilty sip from her coffee.

Jim immediately changed gears, "Jessica, I want to apologize. I shouldn't have assumed that about you. Now that I'm at it, I should also apologize for presuming that it was all right to just bring you back here... 

We're only about four blocks from the Green Parrot... you were able to walk all the way, but I certainly wasn't going to leave you wandering around like that... I didn't know where else to bring you."

"Why would you need to apologize for caring enough to watch over me?"

Jim fed Jessica another bite of her sandwich, "Well you just seemed drunk. Not dangerously drunk... I see that often enough in my line of work. I thought that you just needed to sleep.

I didn't want to go looking through your bag to see if you had a hotel key and then just leave you there alone.

I decided that... Well, I assumed that it would be all right if brought you back here so that I could keep an eye on you.

I should probably confess to you that my judgment may have been a little influenced by how much I was enjoying being with you... and let me say that I find you to be quite an eye-full.

Also I can't say that I didn't enjoy holding you in my arms and wrestling you into one of my shirts...

I enjoyed the way that you smile...

I enjoyed watching you sleep...

Oh, did anybody ever tell you that you're a very affectionate drunk? I enjoyed that quite a bit too."

Jessica smiled as she saw small lipstick smudges on Jim's neck and his ear, "I usually don't give just anybody the opportunity to find that out Jim."

Jim smiled and offered another bite of the sandwich.

Jessica batted her eyes and pouted prettily.

Jim fed Jessica another bite of the sandwich. Then she took a sip of her coffee.

Jessica leaned in and kissed Jim tenderly. "Thank you Jim. Now, I should apologize to you. I was out looking for some disposable guy this morning. I wanted to make my old boyfriend jealous and then just dump the new guy after my old boyfriend saw that he couldn't live without me.

If the two of you had gotten into a fight and you had beaten the snot out of him, I wouldn't have minded that in the least... But still, I would have just picked you up and used you...

I see now that I would have been wrong. You are obviously a man who deserves better from a woman."

Jim fed Jessica another bite of her sandwich then she took another sip of her coffee.

"Jim, you've been lying to me. This coffee is wonderful... and so is the sandwich! You should be more careful, a girl could get used to this."

Jim smiled, "I could get used to you too Jessica."

Jessica immediately began smile wickedly and wiggled her fingers in front of Jim's face, "Well you have done it now Jim. I'm going to have to punish you for lying to me about the coffee. I think that I'll just have to keep you all for myself and make you into my own personal love slave!" 

Jim smiled "Well, if you are sure that it's the only way..., I'm sure that I'll be all right with it... It doesn't sound like much of a punishment though." 

Jessica took another sip of her coffee, "It may take some time to find the right punishment for you; you aren't as easy to figure out as your friend Van was... he was such a jerk!"

Jessica smiled and kissed Jim again, "I like a man who can challenge me Jim, are you that man?"

Jessica smiled again and traced the lines of Jim's powerful pectoral muscles with one of her fingers.

Jessica saw that Jim was hesitating. She smiled apologetically then stood up, "You know Jim... I'm beginning to question your qualifications to be my love slave! I think that I'm..."

Jim stood up quickly, took Jessica into his arms and just about lifted her up off of the floor. He looked longingly into her eyes then nuzzled her nose before kissing her.

Jessica wrapped her arms around Jim's neck and really got into the kiss. She felt Jim lick her lips and then admitted his tongue... they teased and caressed each other's tongues for a long time. Jessica broke the kiss, nuzzled Jim's nose and sighed contentedly.

Jim gently caressed Jessica's face with one hand and kissed Jessica again, long and deep. By the time that Jim began to ease up, she felt weak in the knees again, deliciously dizzy and out of breath. 

Jessica concluded, "Okay then, this interview is over. You have got yourself a job... you can start right now... 

Oh, but I must be keeping you from your weekend plans... Certainly you didn't come here this weekend just to become 'Mistress Jessica's' love slave..." 

"Well I do have two small chores that I need to finish. I'll need to run down to the store to get some garbage bags and clean out some old clothes... then I need to pick up a trailer load of lumber. I'm restoring the upstairs sundeck. I'll be gone for just about a half an hour?"

Jessica smiled reassuringly, "I'll finish my lunch and be here when you get back."

Jim smiled, "After that, I have my entire two week vacation open and I will be very eager and ready to begin my training, 'Mistress Jessica.'"

Jim took Jessica into his arms once again held her tight then he kissed her. 

Jessica felt a sudden flush of warmth and a slight ache in her heart, "You'd better go Jim before I decide that I'm not letting you out of my sight... ever!"

Jim smiled and nodded, he felt the same way. Jim resolved that he had to finish cleaning out his house before he got any farther with this amazing woman. He reassured Jessica that he would be right back. Jim proposed that after he finished the first of his chores today, they could go out and have dinner and maybe a starlight stroll on the beach. 

Jessica agreed and saw Jim out the door. She returned to finish her sandwich and her coffee.

After a few minutes Jessica heard the front door opening. She turned around and looked at the clock above the kitchen sink and saw that only a few minutes had past, she reasoned that it couldn't be Jim... She quickly found her crystal pendant and put it on, then sat back down on the couch to wait.

A moment or two later, Jessica stood up while Van and another man came into the room, Van looked confused and tired. He was sweating and both he and his friend seemed to be a bit drunk.

Jessica smiled a wicked smile, "Jackass!"

Van immediately slumped, closed his eyes and went into a deep trance. Then Van simply stood waiting for Jessica to speak.

Jessica walked over, holding her crystal pendant by the chain and let it swing slowly right next to her smiling face.

"So Jackass..., aren't you going to introduce me to you new friend?"

Van breathed, "Fred..."

"I am so pleased to meet you Fred. My, you boys both look so relaxed!

Van you should show Fred how you like to relax!"

Van immediately got down on his knees and unzipped the drunken Fred's leather pants. Then Van pulled Fred's pants and jockstrap down. 

Fred looked unsteadily from Van back up to Jessica's smiling face and felt Van take his soft dick into his mouth.

Jessica glanced quickly from Fred's face to her sparkling pendant and then back to Fred, "Count with me Fred... you wouldn't believe how it turns Van on! I want for you to really enjoy this... and maybe even relax a little... as Van sucks your... big fat juicy cock... count with me Fred... Ten..."

Fred hazily thought this was a little silly by the decided to go along with it anyway. "Ten..."

"That's right Fred... Just relax and feel... feel Van's mouth... so hot and wet... around your nice... big... juicy... cock... Nine..."

Fred took a deep breath and watched the pretty crystal pendant, "It's real nice... lady..." 

"You love how relaxing it feels to have Van suck your cock, don't you Fred...? Nine..."

"Yeah... it feels really good... good and... relaxing... nine..."

"That's right Fred, relax now and feel how hot and wet Van's mouth feels around your big juicy cock... you love how Van tickles your cock with his tongue, you find it to be very relaxing, don't you Fred... Eight..."

Soon Jessica had Fred completely under her spell. After she let Fred cum in Van's mouth she told Fred to go sit on one of kitchen chairs and think about relaxing things.

Then Jessica turned her full attention back to Van, "So Jackass, did you go to the Pink Pony?"

"Yes..."

"Did you dance with a lot of nice people and talk to them?"

"Yes..."

"Tell me Jackass, did you relax with any other nice people?"

Van hesitated.

"Tell me Jackass and don't make me ask you again!"

"Yes"

"How many times did you relax with your new friends, Jackass?"

Van hesitated but finally answered, "Three..."

"Very good Jackass... you are going to have to tell me all about that later! Now what about Fred? Who is he?"

"Motorcycle salesman..."

"Oh Van, you are making me so proud of you! Now tell me, did you spike that drink that you brought me this morning?"

"Yes..."

"Hmmm, I suppose that I should be grateful to you, you little Jackass... Go and collect all of the drug that you used to spike my drink."

Jessica quickly found her spare motel room key in her bag and when he returned, she gave it to Van. Then she took the two little eyedropper bottles from him.

"Now tell me Jackass, what is in these bottles?"

"Valium... dissolved in Vodka..."

Jessica felt slightly alarmed, "How much do you give to a woman that you are trying to seduce Jackass?"

"Two drops... to calm her down..."

"And how much did you give to me, Jackass?"

Van hesitated, "Two squirts... maybe twenty... or forty drops..."

Jessica took a deep cleansing breath to calm herself down. She considered for a moment that things could have been much worse.

"Now tell me Jackass and this is very important..., did Jim know that you were putting this drug into my drink?"

"No... he would have tried... to stop me..."

Jessica felt an unexpected wave of relief, "How many women have you used it on besides me?"

"You are the first..."

Jessica continued to bask in the feeling of relief, it almost bordered onto gratitude. She felt relieved that Jim might have tried to stop Van from drugging and raping her. But then, Jessica knew that this was the real world, things like this happen all the time! 

Jessica snapped herself out of the wonderful warm feeling and returned to the job at hand, "How do you know the proper dosages for the effects that you want Jackass?"

"I worked it out... experimented... on myself..."

Jessica's eyes narrowed and she had to use all of her will to keep from strangling the little weasel right where he stood. But then she felt a sudden flash of warmth for Jim who had called Van that very same thing just a little while ago.

Jessica slipped the two bottles into her bag. "All right Jackass, you will tell me the dosages and the effects for the drug that you have worked out so far."

Van did as he was told. 

"You have been very bad Van! You will never ever do anything like this again, do I make myself clear?"

"Yes..."

"I am going to have to punish you for your own good. Now, what I am going to do to you might not seem like a punishment because I also want to help you Van. I'm going to teach you how to relax even more and then how to have some real fun. 

Van, you have an itch deep inside your rectum, you can't scratch it... it's just too deep. I can tell you how to have some of your new friends scratch that nasty little itch Van... Would you like that?"

Van began to act a bit uncomfortable, like he had an itch... "Yes..."

"Good boy Van! Now I want for you to go get a panties, a bra and a dress from Jim's girlfriend's clothes and make sure that you pick out something sexy and remember to get some sandals. Remember to bring plenty of your business cards; you are going to get the chance to sell a lot of cars!"

Van went to pick out an outfit while Jessica called Fred back and reinforced his hypnotic trance. She gave him some additional commands for coming out of the trance and going back into a trance whenever she said. 

Soon Van returned with some sandals, a skimpy pair of panties, a lacy bra and a nice floral sundress. Jessica saw that it would be close, but it would fit.

"Good Van, we are going to have such a lot of fun! Alright Van, you and Fred will both go to my motel room. The address and the room number are on the key. You will share a shower with Fred immediately after you arrive, you will shave your face and then have Fred shave off all of your body hair. Then you will put on your panties and your bra.

Leave the dress that you picked out for yourself on the bed. You will both wait kneeling in my motel room at the foot of the bed. You won't move a muscle until I get there. Is that clear?"

"Yes..."

"Yes..."

"Oh Van this is going to be such a lot of fun! Now I want you to go and do everything that I told you. Van... Jackpot! Fred... Jackpot!"

Van and Fred both woke up and left for the motel.

Jessica made a reservation for dinner, finished her lunch, found her wrap, her hat and got ready to leave.

Jim got back just in time to kiss Jessica.

Jessica held on tight and sighed, "Oh Jim, I really could get used to this..."

"You wouldn't believe how I've missed you Jessica..."

Jessica caught her breath and pushed gently away, "Thanks for lunch Jim. You probably want a little privacy while you get to your housekeeping. I need to go and get ready for tonight... I have a date with a wonderful new guy.

I already made dinner reservations for seven o'clock. Call me when you're ready, I left my number on the coffee table."

Jim smiled appreciatively, "Would you like for me to dress like I expect to charm the most wonderful woman that I've ever met, or like I expect to get into a scuffle?"

Jessica winked seductively from the front door, "I'd go with the first choice. I've changed my plans... you've made me see that Aaron is so, not worth it!"

Jim watched the door close and picked up his shopping bag. He walked into the kitchen. Then he noticed Van's wallet and keys on the kitchen counter.

After a quick walk back to the motel, Jessica floated back down to earth and took charge of Van and Fred. She walked them through their relaxation exercises and put them both into deeper trances as they knelt on the floor before her.

"So, my little Jackasses... I see that you have tried to follow my instructions. Very good, I am very proud of you Vanna. Stand up let me get a good look at what we have to work with."




Venus Flytrap



Jessica really didn't care that Van and Fred had done a poor job of shaving Van; all that she needed now was to get rid of these minor annoyances. She wanted desperately to start feeling absolutely wonderful once again, but she now had some time to kill...

"Up on your toes Vanna, spin like a ballerina... That's it... Oh how pretty you look!

Doesn't Vanna look pretty Fred?"

"Yes..."

"Yes, such a pretty little girlfriend... you are a lucky man Fred!"

"Vanna, I stopped by the drug store and got you something to fill out your bra and some basic makeup."

Jessica quickly padded Vanna's bra for her and instructed her in the basics of makeup. Since they were at a beach they could easily get away with just the minimum. 

Jessica looked at her handiwork, "I think that we can just use some K-Y jelly on your hair to slick it back. That will save some time and bother for you and your new friends. They might find the lube handy when you start to have your fun!

Now tell me what you did at the Pink Pony Vanna, count from ten back to zero and tell me everything that you did, while you count you will relax more and more."

Van did as he was told and put himself into a deeper trance while recounting all of his adventures from this morning.

To Jessica's surprise, Van actually spent quite a bit of time slow dancing at the bar and then necking with various men. Apparently Vanna didn't want to let the boys think that she was so easy!

But eventually Vanna stopped being such a little tease. She sucked her new boyfriends' cocks like a champ and even took pride in the fact that she managed to swallow their cum instead of spitting it out.

Vanna knew that the boys found it slightly disappointing when a woman spit, even if they were too gentlemanly to say so!

Vanna even said that she felt slightly hurt when one man didn't want to kiss her after she had finished giving him a blow job in the men's room...

Jessica was pleased, Van was learning to appreciate that a woman for more than just sex... 

While Jessica helped Vanna finish dressing, she carefully steered the conversation to Van's sister Veronica. She really didn't care much about Veronica, but she wanted Van to leave her Veronica's cell phone number. 

Then, after everything else was ready, Jessica took out her crystal pendant and talked Vanna through the new way that she could have 'fun' with the boys and to get relief for that annoying little itch deep inside her rectum...

Jessica reinforced the word 'relax' as a trigger for any man who might want for Vanna to feel a strong desire to kneel down and suck his cock.

Then Jessica installed the word 'fun' as a trigger for the men who might want for Vanna to feel a strong desire to lift up the back of her dress, slide down her panties and let the men slip their big fat juicy cocks into Vanna's cute little shaved asshole.

Jessica asked Fred if he wanted to charge money to let the men at the Pink Pony have fun with his girlfriend. 

Fred decided that he wanted to keep Vanna all to himself for tonight.

Jessica instructed both Vanna and Fred that every time they got paid, either a salary check, a commission check or, a bonus check from work, they were to cash it and deposit one tenth of the money into one of the checking accounts that she had set up specifically for her slaves to deposit their gifts into.

They would give the money willingly, because they loved their 'Mistress Jessica...'

She gave them both the name 'Melissa Hershberger' and the bank account number to memorize. She further instructed that when they woke up, they would not consciously remember the name, the account number, Jessica herself, her face or anything that had happened while they were in the trance. They would do the deposit as they had been directed, as part of their normal banking.

Jessica felt a bit guilty, but she managed to comfort herself by keeping in mind that she had provided Vanna and now perhaps even Fred, with a whole host of new people to sell cars and motorcycles to. She had also provided Vanna with K-Y jelly hair dressing to aid in making the proper impression on her many new sales leads.

Jessica further assuaged her guilty conscience by taking the little eye dropper bottle in hand and fixing the nervous Vanna and Fred a little drink with only two drops of the drug: just enough to calm any nervousness that they might feel. Then she reinforced her commands about the banking... and reminded Fred to be sure and hand out lots of his own business cards to scare up some more contacts for selling his motorcycles. 

By about four o'clock, Jessica gave the slightly tipsy Vanna an old clutch purse to carry her business cards, a few condoms and the spare key to the motel room in.

Jessica told Vanna that she should sleep in the motel tonight. Then she gave the command for Vanna and Fred to come out of their trances.

Jessica watched as her protégés went off to the Pink Pony to make more business contacts, relax with new friends and maybe even to have a little bit of fun.

After Vanna and Fred left, Jessica took some time to shower, and get ready for her date with Jim. Then she looked at the time and made a call to Aaron.

"Hello...?"

"Aaron, this is Jessica... 'Scumbag...' Aaron I haven't had the time to look at my bank account yet... did you remember to deposit the money into Muffy's account like you promised?" 

"Yes... Mistress Jessica... because, I love you..."

"Well, you should have thought about that before you left me to date Muffy Hershberger, isn't that right my dirty little scumbag?"

"Yes Mistress Jessica... I need to be punished more..."

"Well I'm going to stay away from you forever. You have hurt me very much. Just make sure that you keep depositing one tenth of your pay and one tenth of your tips into Muffy's account the way that you promised me. Do I make myself clear my little scumbag?"

"Yes, Mistress Jessica... Do you ever think that you will forgive me?" 

"No Aaron. No matter how it hurts me, I will never forgive you. You have brought this punishment on yourself!

Now did you tell Muffy how bad you are? Did you tell her how badly you have hurt me?"

"Yes, Mistress Jessica, Muffy is very sorry too..."

Jessica took a moment to consider, "All right Aaron, I may want to invite Muffy to the beach for a few days."

"Oh thank you, Mistress Jessica... I know that Muffy will love you, just the way that I love you!" 

Jessica released Aaron and then called Muffy.

Muffy seemed a bit cold at first, but when Jessica convinced her that there were no hard feelings. And after Jessica lovingly called her 'my little slut,' Muffy seemed to warm up a bit. They talked for a little while about things in general: who Aaron and she were dating lately from the Country Club, about other wealthy people at the Club, about Aaron and about the migraine headaches that only the nice relaxing massages from Jessica seemed to be able to ease. 

Soon, Muffy confided that she loved Aaron very much, but lately he had become so sad and remorseful that just being around him could bring on one of Muffy's migraine headaches seemingly out of nowhere...

Jessica told Muffy that she was sure that Aaron was just going through a little guilty phase. Jessica told Muffy that there were many things that she could teach her about Aaron to help her in restoring Aaron to his former hunky, swaggering self!

Jessica reminded Muffy to do her nightly relaxation exercises. They even went through it together right on the phone... then Jessica made sure that Muffy was depositing the money from her dates with the rich men and women of the Country Club, into her accounts, just like Mistress Jessica had told her.

Muffy seemed to be very grateful to her former rival, she was now eager to meet.

Jessica invited her out to the beach for brunch tomorrow at ten o'clock, at the Green Parrot. Jessica even called her by the little pet name that made Muffy giggle every time that Jessica lovingly called her 'my little Muffyberger.'

Last, Jessica called Van's sister, Veronica.

"Hello...?"

Jessica sniffled loudly, "Hello? Veronica? This is Muffy Hershberger... I'm sorry, I just had to call you... I'm Jim's new girlfriend..." Jessica started to cry over the phone.

"What is it Muffy? Why are you crying?"

"Well, it's Jim... Oh, this is really unfair of me... I really shouldn't be telling you this, but we just got back from the real estate office? You know... so that Jim could sign the papers to put the beach house up for sale?"

"Jim is putting the bungalow up for sale?" 

Jessica sobbed loudly, "Yes! But that's not what I called you for... the agent is sure that Jim will make millions! I just had to talk to someone... someone who really knew Jim... Oh..., I shouldn't be telling you any of this!"

"No no, Muffy please, Jim and I go way back!"

Jessica switched to a more hopeful tone, "Oh, Veronica... I just didn't know who else to turn to! After we got back, we were drinking... Jim always likes to have a few drinks before we... well he likes to get drunk! And then when we were making love... he... he hardly even looks at me anymore... Oh, I can't say it!"

"No please Muffy, please you can tell me anything...! Muffy...?"

Jessica answered miserably, "Yes?" 

"Muffy, why don't you call me Ronnie?"

"Oh thank you Ronnie, I could really use a friend right now! It's just that Jim won't let me have any friends now... he's so possessive!"

"Muffy, are we talking about the same guy? Jim was always such a sweet and caring man... he never had a problem with me going out with anybody... I think that maybe you just don't know how to handle a man like Jim."

"Oh, Ronnie that's not all, while Jim and I were making love after putting the house up for sale, Jim called out your name! He loves you Ronnie not me! I just know it... I feel so terrible..., but I know now that he really loves you!"

"Muffy, maybe you should really be thinking about: is Jim the right man for you...? Listen, Muffy, why don't I come out there and meet with you. We could talk and I'll help you to see that Jim is really a great guy with the right woman to take control of him!"

Jessica sobbed gratefully, "Oh, would you Ronnie? I could really use someone to talk to right now... Jim is going to play golf tomorrow with some of his new rich friends... maybe you could meet me for lunch...? At the Green Parrot, at twelve noon?"

Veronica quickly agreed to come, have lunch and to help poor Muffy Hershberger with all of her problems with handling a real man like Jim.

At six o'clock on the dot the phone rang, "Hey you..."

"Hey yourself."

"Should I drive over and pick you up?"

"No Jim, lets walk. I'll come over to you okay?"

"Sure, would you like to have a drink here first; Strawberry Daiquiris are the house specialty, or are we pressed for time?"

"Oh yes, I'd like a daiquiri. I'll see you in five minutes."

"Five minutes then." 

Jessica left and walked the two blocks to Jim's bungalow. She was greeted at the door by a frosty Strawberry Daiquiri and a freshly shaven, neatly casual Jim. They spent the next half an hour sipping their drinks, listening to soft music, talking and slow dancing.

Jessica noticed a twelve string guitar on its stand, "You didn't tell me that you played..."

Jim smiled, "Stick around, and I might play some for you."

Jessica looked at some of the titles in one of the bookcases, "And what are all these?"

"Oh yeah..., Grandpa was a shipwright. When I was a kid we even started to build our own sloop... it's out in the garage... but then I went away for a hitch in the Navy... well maybe I'll get around to finishing that boat someday." 

Jessica kissed Jim, "Is there always something new for me to discover about you?"

"I hope so Jessica. Well shouldn't we get going?" 

They walked to the restaurant and found that their table on the veranda was waiting. They ordered their meals then talked over sangria and kisses in the dim light of the sunset over the back-bay. 

As the food was arriving, another couple arrived, riding on a motorcycle. The man wore leather; the woman wore a nice floral sundress. They were shown to their seats in the dark corner of the veranda, about two tables behind Jim's seat.

Jessica recognized the woman in the sundress with the slicked back hair and her leather clad date. She immediately refilled both wine glasses and ordered another pitcher of sangria. 

The romantic dinner proceeded smoothly; Jim was charming and complimentary, Jessica was on the edge of her seat, holding Jim's gaze with her sparkling smile and her wide entrancing eyes. 

Jim teasingly asked Jessica where she might have come up the notion that she was able to hypnotize people.

"I mean is had to come from somewhere... granted, you were a bit tipsy this morning, but then out of nowhere you were telling me that you were able to hypnotize people."

"Oh Jim, You can see how silly that sounds can't you? I must have just been a little tired and the drink must have hit me a bit too hard..."

"I only ask because I was hypnotized once."

"Really?"

"Yes. It was when I was in training at the Fire Academy, I pinched a nerve in my back and they sent me to a chiropractor in Toms River. It was part of my pain management regimen. Whenever I have pain, I just think of my key word and the component of the pain that comes from tension magically eases up. It works like a charm for me!"

"Now see, that's funny, I worked as a chiropractic assistant in Tom's River... Whenever the Doctor had to hypnotize a female patient, he had me stay in the room so that the woman would know that nothing funny was going on..."

"As I remember there was only one guy who used hypnosis there when I needed my work done. Who did you work for?"

"Doctor Sandoval."

"Sandoval! That was the guy that worked on me! That is funny... It was probably before your time though and I doubt that he would have called you in to make me more comfortable with going into such a deep trance... Small world isn't it?"

Jim continued his teasing "Hey wait a minute, you're not trying to make me your sex slave right now are you? You'd need to know the key word that he gave me and then I'm sure that I'd be putty in your hands!"

Jessica just giggled innocently as she took another guilty swig from her sangria. 

Half way through the main course, Jim heard an occasional slight banging noise from behind him. He turned to see that one of the diners, the one in the floral sundress, was on her hands and knees beneath her table, apparently retrieving a dropped utensil... Oddly, the woman's companion sat leaning back in his seat and just let his date crawl around under the table, while she remained mostly hidden from view by the tablecloth. 

Soon Jim became concerned by the odd slurping and the occasional gagging noises. He wondered if the woman might have something caught in her throat and might be choking.

Luckily, a waiter passed by and Jessica flagged him down. After a few whispered words from Jessica, the waiter called three other waiters and the four waiters escorted the couple away from their table and out of the restaurant. The couple mounted their motorcycle and roared off into the night.

Jim and Jessica finished their dinner and their drinks. Then they walked hand in hand up to the beach for their stroll along the sand in the starlight.

The night breeze was fresh, the gentle waves murmured playfully as they tumbled at Jim and Jessica's feet. The stars of the night sky dazzled and the lights of the town along the shore twinkled.

The lovers strolled and danced along the shoreline, they kissed and cuddled all the way back to the point where they might stroll back onto the streets and find a place to continue, or to end their delightful evening. 

"Thanks for a wonderful evening Jim. I can't remember when I've had such a wonderful time. I hope that you might want to continue this up at your place... I just don't want for this feeling to end!"

"I hope that it never does end Jessica. You know this afternoon, when I was at the store, I missed you. I wanted to hurry back and to hold you in my arms again. I wanted to hear your voice and kiss you. I wanted to look into your eyes and to see you smile. I wanted to feel you breathing and to feel the way that your body moves against mine...

Jessica, I never expected this... I had stopped hoping for this... Jessica, I love you. It's only been a few hours, but I already know it: I love you. There has never been a feeling like this before, there will never be another feeling like it and I hope that it will never end!"

Jessica kissed Jim, in an attempt to fix this moment in time forever. "Um Jim, do you remember how drunk I was this morning? How I needed you to take me home and to watch over me...? What you might not know is that I was angry and hurt too. 

I began to change when I woke up, you changed me... I'm becoming somebody different now... somebody better... I love you too Jim, from the moment that I woke up I knew it. I love you Jim!" 

"Hmm, maybe we should talk more about this. I know a place where the house specialty is Strawberry Daiquiris. Are you up for another drink Jessica?"

Jessica leaned in for another kiss, "Yes I am Jim!"

As they walked back towards the bungalow, Jessica heard a motorcycle driving through the streets. As they stood waiting to cross Atlantic Avenue they saw a man in a leather outfit and a woman in a floral sundress zipping by on a motorcycle. 

Jim held Jessica's hand tight as they crossed, "Um, I've been meaning to ask you about that... does Van have a place to stay tonight, or will he have to rely on the kindness of his new friend there?"

Jessica hesitantly admitted, "I gave him the key to my motel room..., he won't need to come back to the bungalow tonight..."

Jim fished in his pocket and gave Jessica a key, "Oh good, he won't need this then. I'd like for you to have it Jessica.

He'll probably have to come back for his car keys and his wallet, but judging from the way he was getting along with 'leather boy' at the restaurant, I probably shouldn't expect him back till some time tomorrow."

"You knew?"

"I put two and two together... When I got back this afternoon, I found his keys and his wallet on the kitchen counter. Which worked out for me, I needed to load some of the stuff into his car anyway.

Jessica, you never really denied hypnotizing him. You just said that it was a silly thing to think. And it is... but that doesn't mean that it's not true.

Knowing him, you probably would have had a very compelling reason to help him to discover his more human and somewhat repressed side. I'm sure that in the long run, he'll probably be very happy about all this..."

They arrived at the bungalow. Jim took out his key and let them in. Then he took Jessica into his arms and held her tight.

"Can you promise me something Jess? If I ever piss you off that bad, can you talk to me about it... without the hypnosis? I like to think that with the right woman to guide me, I can become a better man. I hope with all of my heart that you are that woman Jessica."

Jessica snuggled sheepishly into Jim's arms. "I promise."

"Good. How about I make us that drink then honey?"

Jessica went into the bathroom while Jim got busy in the kitchen making the Daiquiris. He dimmed the lights and put on some soft music. Then he took the pitcher and the glasses to the living room. 

As Jim was pouring the drinks, Jessica came and stood by his side. Jessica appeared to be wearing only Jim's bathrobe and her crystal pendant. 

"Jim, I need to be punished. I hid the truth from you. I'm very sorry and it won't happen again."

Jim slipped his shirt over his head, "I lied to you about the coffee..."