The Tarot by Amanda Pierce (Hetero sex)


The following story is an erotic fantasy. Erotic to titillate you
sexually for temporal, harmless enjoyment and entertainment; but it is
also fantasy, illusions created in the mind for our own private
amusement. The world of fantasy and the real world are, and should be,
two separate worlds altogether. In fantasy, we can create people,
places and events which simply do not belong to, and are not
appropriate for, the real world. In the real world, we should all
strive for the basic human values which reality dictates: love, truth,
dignity, responsibility, compassion, fairness and respect. These are
the qualities by which we should strive to live. Enjoy fantasy by all
means, but never confuse it with reality.


CHAPTER ONE

Angilee Carver stood by the metal fence watching her two girls, Amy,
nine and Mary Beth, eight as the soccer game proceeded up and down the
field. Both youngsters wore intent expressions on their faces as they
raced to intercept the other team's advances and then take to the
offensive. Angilee had never cared about the game, but both girls
seemed to truly enjoy it, so every Tuesday and Thursday she found
herself playing the role of soccer mom and driving them to the
community park where the games were played.

The thirty-two year old's thoughts drifted from the game. She wished
again that Terry would make more of an effort to attend, but his shift
at the plant conflicted, for the most part, and even when he could
attend, he often begged off, citing exhaustion from the job. Their
marriage had drifted, especially in the last three years, finding him
spending more time at work and involving himself less and less in the
affairs of their marriage and family. Angilee had felt the gradual
lessening of affection, as more and more Terry seemed to accept the
routine of work, eat and sleep with only occasional time spent with her
and the kids. He, of course, had been reluctant to have children, but
her insistence and two pregnancies within a year, which she had hoped
would result in a deeper commitment on his part, had had almost the
opposite effect. He was never openly resentful and did assume his
fatherly duties, at least at a minimal level, but she could now see
that the children and his wife were gradually being usurped by his job,
a job which only a few years ago was only of secondary importance to
their relationship and the love and affection which they had once
showered upon each other. She realized her own romantic feelings toward
Terry did not reach the levels of intensity which they once had. Was
she falling out of love with her husband? No, but she admitted to
herself that his gradual withdrawal from emotional and physical
intimacy had affected her feelings as well. She had tried talking with
him, but he saw their relationship as "comfortable" and found nothing
wrong. She had tried to arrange family outings to bring them all
closer, but even when Terry agreed to go, his consent was mechanistic
and obligational rather than joyous. Her attempts at personal intimacy
met with no greater success. On several occasions she had arranged for
the kids to stay with their grandparents while she had planned a
romantic tryst, dressing and offering herself to him provocatively, but
these too met with disappointment. He often begged off with fatigue
from work or else his lovemaking was short, his quick orgasms leaving
her both emotionally and physically unsatisfied. She sighed as her
attention returned to the field.

Turning, she became aware of the attention of a young man, one of the
coaches, a college student helping out as part of a fraternity
obligation. She had noticed him at some of the other games, his eyes
always finding her, undressing her. His eyes were taking in her long,
tanned, shapely legs making her wish she hadn't worn the cut off jeans.
She wanted to look away but for some unknown reason could not. As he
drank in her hips and slender waist and then moved to her ample
breasts, she silently cursed, because even through the modest pull over
she wore, her nipples were evident. Her breasts were often the second
thing men looked at, the first being her still lovely face, bright
green eyes and vivid auburn hair.

His eyes met hers from across the field and Angilee quickly looked
away, but not before seeing the smile of appreciation he gave her. She
was a beautiful woman with a desirable body and his expression told her
so. Unnerved, she quickly focused her attention onto the playing field
for the remainder of the game, yet somewhere, deep within, she was
flattered that, even at thirty-two and having borne two children, a man
would still find her that attractive, especially since her husband
obviously no longer did.

The game, mercifully ended and as the kids all ran to their benches for
a post game treat, Angilee turned to walk to the gate where she would
collect her soccer munchkins. She was startled to find herself face to
face with her young admirer.

"Hi, I'm Jeremy. Jeremy Stills. I'm a senior at WSU," he said smiling,
his eyes capturing hers.

"Hello," she said formally, her nervousness apparent, "I'm Angilee
Carver...MRS. Angilee Carver."

"Yes, I've seen your girls play. They're very good."

"Thank you. Now if you'll excuse me..." she said starting to turn away.

"Leaving so soon? I was hoping we could talk a bit...get to know each
other."

"Mr. Stills..."

"Jeremy, please."

"Mr. Stills, I have told you I am a married woman. I..."

"...have seen me looking at you," he interrupted. "You liked it."

Angliee's mouth dropped open in shock and surprise. Before she could
utter any kind of response, he continued.

"You're a very beautiful woman Mrs. Angilee Carver. A beautiful woman
needs to be appreciated. I'd like to show you how appreciative I can
be!"

"Of all the nerve!" she sputtered.

"You call it nerve. I call it letting a desirable woman know how
desirable she is."

"For your information, I am a happily married woman," said Angilee even
though she knew that the statement was not altogether true.

"Which has nothing to do with finding out just how good I can make you
feel."

"Not interested!" she said with all the firmness she could muster.

"Oh, but I think you are!"

"Go to hell!" she spat and turned to walk away.

"If you change your mind, I'll be around," he said after her.

She turned to utter a retort, but when none came, she wheeled and
walked away, but not before seeing him glance once again at her body
and smile self assuredly.

On the drive home, Angilee became upset with herself as twice she had
to ask the girls to repeat what they said to her and she almost missed
her turnoff because the images and conversation with Jeremy Stills kept
replaying in her mind.


CHAPTER TWO

Over the next few days Angilee tried to busy herself with housework and
other family matters, but despite her efforts to the contrary, the
young man's words and smile kept her preoccupied. She chided herself,
telling herself that he was probably just toying with her, seeing if he
could turn on an older woman, perhaps even as a dare with friends or
fraternity brothers. Yet, if nothing else, the incident bore home to
her the fragile state of her marriage. Why hadn't she told Terry about
the incident? Why did the young college student with the knowing smile
keep burning through her consciousness? She tried losing herself in the
affections of her husband, but despite her advances, Terry remained as
luke warm as always and she found no comfort in his arms.

The following day she called her closest friend Donna and they agreed
to meet for lunch. They had met while in college and remained close
friends after graduating. Angilee was not a virgin when married, but
her sexual experiences were limited to only two men before she met
Terry. Donna, on the other hand, was extremely worldly and had not only
bedded innumerable men, but had, on several occasions, batted from the
other side of the plate as well. Angilee had, at first, been shocked to
hear of Donna's escapades which the attractive Black woman seemed quite
willing to share with her, but some of the stories Donna told, while
outrageous, were fascinating as well to a woman whose carnal knowledge
consisted of the missionary position and little else.

The tragic car accident three years ago had left Donna without legs,
both being severed near the trunk of her body. Several hours of surgery
had saved her life, but the mangled legs simply were damaged beyond
being reattached. She had never been bitter, even when the use of
prosthetics were unsuccessful. She rolled her wheelchair to the table
where Angilee leaned over and they hugged.

"Hey kiddo, let me tell you about last night!" smiled Donna, winking.

"You are a shameless nymphomaniac," laughed Angilee.

"There are times when legs just get in the way," laughed Donna in
return, "but somehow I don't think you asked me to lunch to discuss
my love life."

Angilee blushed. Donna had always been able to read her emotions quite
readily.

"I...I don't exactly know where to begin. You know things haven't been
good between Terry and me for some time."

"Yeah, I told you you should have tried a threesome," grinned her
friend.

"Stop it, you're absolutely shameless," smiled Angilee.

"Or at least have tried a little switch hitting," continued Donna. "You
know I could have had you that night after the Sig Eps big beer bash."

The auburn haired housewife blushed.

"Why...didn't you?" she asked quietly.

"Because you were bombed out of your mind and I would have wanted you
to remember every moment. You were all but passed out on the bed so I
undressed you and put you to bed."

"You mean to say you didn't compromise my virtue?" smiled Angilee.

"Oh honey, I kissed those nipples of yours until they stood at
attention and you moaned and begged for it."

"I did not," Angilee laughed.

"Oh yes you did. You whined like a puppy. It was all I could do to keep
from crawling between your legs. I did pull back the covers and take a
long look at your naked body though."

"Oh go on. You did no such thing," Angilee chided.

"Think not? You have a small mole in the area between your vagina and
anus."

Angilee gasped. She thought Terry was the only person on earth who knew
of the existence and location of the small growth.

"Then...it's true?"

"Every word. I always meant to follow up, seduce you, but somehow the
opportunity never came around again. Too bad. We both would have
enjoyed it."

"Donna, I...I don't know what to say..." breathed the green eyed
beauty.

"No need to say anything. An opportunity lost...for both of us. Now
what's this about you and Terry?"

"Our marriage is just on autopilot," started Angilee, still a bit
shaken by her friend's revelation. "Terry is more in love with his job
than me and, frankly, my feelings toward him seem to be withering. I'll
tried everything, even some of the outlandish things you
suggested...uh, short of a threesome and nothing seems to be able to
relight the fires...for either of us."

Angilee studied her friend with a look of hopelessness. "What should I
do?"

"Maybe I'm not the one you should be asking."

"What do you mean?"

"After the accident I went through periods of denial, anger,
depression, the whole gambit. One night I was in the seediest part of
town drinking myself to oblivion when I found myself drawn to a small
back alley. There was this sign "Tarot Readings". So I went in and this
old woman gave me a reading."

"She told your fortune?"

"The past, the present and the future," replied Donna. Some of the
things she said seemed crazy at the time, but you know what? She was
right and I can't tell you how much her readings have meant to me."

"You keep going back?"

"Of course. It was her readings that kept me going. At a time when all
I wanted was to die, she gave me a reason to live. She told me that not
only would I live but that I would have sexual experiences I never
thought possible."

"From what you tell me, she must have gotten that one right," smiled
Angilee.

"It's been uncanny. Every reading has come true even though not always
in the way I expected."

"Sounds a bit like wishful thinking to me."

"Perhaps some of it is. All I know is that she has made me feel a lot
different about life and about myself. She's made a real difference.
Maybe she..."

"...could tell my fortune? interrupted Angilee. "I don't put much stock
in a bunch of cards."

"I know it sounds crazy, but what do you have to lose? Why not try it?
If you don't like it you can always just ignore what she says. At the
least it will be an entertaining evening."

"Well..."

"Oh come on, it's fun and mysterious and, who knows, you might even get
an answer or two."

"Oh, all right. When and where?" smiled the housewife.

"I'll call you," Donna said, "but in the meantime, I'm starved. Let's
eat!"


CHAPTER THREE

Over the next couple of days, Angilee busied herself with soccer and
the third grade play and because she did not really believe in fortune
telling, forgot her friend's promise to arrange a meeting with the
woman Donna called Madame Leseur. So it was somewhat of a surprise when
the phone call was from Donna telling Angilee to meet her at a certain
address at 9:00 tonight. Angilee made arrangements for a sitter and
spent the day working on some craft projects.

Finding the address was no small chore. Donna was right about one
thing, she thought, it was the seediest part of town. Every street
seemed filled with bars, dives and strip joints. She breathed a small
sigh of relief when she finally spotted Donna's car, a small Honda with
specially modified controls, parked near an alley. She pulled over,
Donna waved and she parked directly behind, assisting Donna into her
wheelchair and the two proceeded down the alley.

"Kind of spooky," commented Angilee.

"Yeah, I'm not sure I would want to spend a lot of time here, but the
shop is just down at the end."

The sign was badly weathered, like the buildings themselves.The door
was beyond needing paint. The paint, what little was left, needed a new
door.

"Now give it a chance. Keep an open mind," chided Donna.

"Okay, Okay," responded her friend as they entered the small, dark
room. A small table covered with a heavy brocade material and lit by a
single candle stood in the middle of the room. There were two old cane
back chairs, one on either side of the table.

"Madame Leseur?" inquired Donna into the darkness.

"I am here," came a quiet reply from the darkness. A gray haired,
portly woman of indeterminate age stepped forward. She was dressed in a
heavy black fabric which Angilee could not identify.

"This is my friend Angilee. Angilee, this is Madame Leseur."

"The fortune teller," smiled Angilee.

"Among other things," replied the old woman as they sat down and Donna
positioned her wheelchair beside her friend.

"Uh, where do we start?" inquired Angilee feeling uncomfortable under
the old woman's intense scrutiny.

"The Tarot tells us three things, the past the present and the future,"
said Madame Leseur. "I sense your most pressing concern is with the
present, but the present is always influenced by the past and will, of
course, influence your future."

"So...?" asked the housewife.

"So we begin with the past," replied the woman, opening a small wooden
box and withdrawing a deck of oversized cards. "Shuffle the cards as
many or as few times as you wish."

Angilee complied handing the cards back to the woman who proceeded to
deal them into a circle of thirteen piles.

"Let us begin," said Madam Leseur turning over the card in the pile
closest to Angilee, revealing the picture of a woman dressed in white
standing among a field of flowers.

"I've never had my fortune told, but when I was a kid a friend of mine
had a Tarot deck. I don't remember a figure like that."

"These cards are from a very ancient cult. They are different from any
you have ever seen. The cards with which you are familiar are for
children and parlor games."

The woman indicated the card. "The Maid of Fields. You were a virgin
until your late teens."

"And..." asked Angilee nodding.

The card from the adjacent pile revealed a half man, half goat.

"You however were not a virgin when you were married and your husband
was not the only man with whom you coupled."

Angilee looked to Donna, wondering if her friend had arranged all this
as some kind of practical joke.

"I haven't told her anything," pleaded Donna throwing up her hands in
innocence. "All I told her was that you were a friend of mine who
wanted a reading. As a matter of fact she forbid me from telling her
anything else about you."

"Prior knowledge often pollutes the interpretation of the cards," said
the old woman, turning over the third card.

The next card was a symbol which Angilee did not recognize.

"You had a single sibling, but the sibling is no longer living."

Angilee again turned to Donna who once more pleaded innocence.

"Yes," she responded, "a brother who died when I was four."

The next card revealed a bridal couple.

"You are married with..."

The next card was again a symbol.

"...two children," continued the woman.

"Oh come on now anyone could have found that out," smiled Angilee.

The marriage card is upside down revealing a troubled marriage. The
next card," she said turning it over, "indicates that the problem with
your marriage is not infidelity on your husband's part. Nor is it
money."

Another card, a picture of a wide chasm.

"The problem in your marriage is caused by indifference."

The woman continued turning over the cards, one from each pile.

"It is your husband who shows you little of the affection you desire."

Again Angilee turned to Donna.

"I swear!" was all her friend said, holding up her hand in solemn oath
as the old woman continued.

"What can I do?"

"There is nothing you can do. His passions lie not with other women but
with..."

"...his work," Angilee finished it for her.

"You are conflicted. The cards indicate a new man stands ready to offer
you the affection you need."

Angliee's mouth dropped open. She hadn't even told Donna about the
encounter at the soccer field.

"He is much younger than you, yet attracted to you as you are to him."

Angilee was now hanging on each word.

"Even though younger, he is experienced in carnal matters as you are
not. You now face the decision as to whether to take this man to your
bed."

"What...what will happen if...?" stammered Angilee.

"If you do?" asked the woman, now reversing the direction of her
drawing of the cards. "The future contains possibilities. Your
immediate future contains much pleasure. He will initiate you into a
world of physical ecstasy you have never known."

"What about my husband? Will he...?"

"Find out? The cards say no, so long as you do not wish it to be. But
the cards also say that once you submit, it may be impossible for you
to stop."

"You mean with Jere...uh, the young man?"

"With him and others. You will be unleashing passions that you may not
be able to control."

"But...how will it all turn out?" pleaded the housewife.

The old woman turned over three cards from separate piles.

"The cards are not clear on your ultimate fate, but you could find
yourself on a path to utter happiness or destruction. Sometimes the
card reveal, other times it is left to fate."

"But which is it?" pleaded Angilee.

"The cards do not say, but there is one clear threat...water."

"Water?"

"Yes. How is not clear, but I would avoid ocean voyages or boating 
holidays."

With that the woman gathered the cards, returned them to the box.

"Yes...well thank you," said Angilee still stunned by this totally
unexpected turn of events. She paid the woman her fee and she and Donna
departed.

They drove to a restaurant in a better part of town to talk.

"Didn't I tell you she was great?" Donna asked enthusiastically.

"Are you sure you didn't..." responded Angilee with an accusing look.

"I give you my word! If this were a joke, this would be the place where
I would laugh and tell you the joke's on you. Do you see me laughing?"

"But how could she..."

"I don't know, but I would heed what she said if I were you."

"But she as much as said my marriage is doomed."

"But she also said you could find other ways to find what you want. By
the way, who is this young man?"

"Oh, just a college student who wants in my pants."

"Do you want him in your pants?"

"NO!...Well... I...I don't know."

"Might not want to pass it up. College men are great...when they're
sober."

Angilee smiled at her friend's attempt at levity.

"But, what about Terry...the kids?"

"She said you can keep it secret as long as you want to."

"It sounds like you are trying to talk me into it. She said there were
dangers."

"There's danger every time you cross the street. Look, one of my
greatest regrets is that I didn't take you that night after the party.
I Œve found I have a lot more regrets over what I haven't done
than what I have!"

"I don't know Donna. This is such a big step...I can't believe we're
sitting here talking about me going out on my husband for God's sake!"

"I know, but... look, why don't you give it some thought. There's no
hurry. If the college kid really wants you, he'll hang around. If not,
maybe he's not the one and it wasn't meant to be after all."

"...Maybe..." mused Angilee, confused and overwhelmed by it all as she
motioned to the waitress for the check.


CHAPTER FOUR

That night and the following, Angilee tried to interest Terry in
physical intimacy. He had been given two nights off and Angilee,
feeling a bit guilty for even entertaining the thought of infidelity
was determined to recapture the affections of her husband. The first
night, after the kids were put to bed, she dressed provocatively, sat
on the couch next to Terry as he watched TV and made advances. His only
response was to smile and offer his arm around her shoulder. She tried
again but it was obvious his focus lay with the program and not the
woman next to him so desperately in need of love and sex. The following
evening, again after the girls were in bed, she fixed a romantic
candlelight dinner, but despite her advances and a bottle of potent
wine, Terry's lovemaking was, as usual, quick and unsatisfying. He even
arose afterward to play some games on the internet while Angilee, in
bed alone, emptied the bottle and fell into a dream filled sleep in
which scores of young men surrounded her, pulling at her flimsy
negligee, tearing off a bit at a time until she stood naked before
them. As the throng parted, a familiar face appeared, smiling as she
prostrated herself before him, legs spread in eager acceptance. She
screamed his name as he entered her.

"Angilee, wake up!" she heard Terry say.

"Wha...?" she mumbled as her eyes fluttered open.

"You were having a dream."

"Oh, sorry," she said as the afterimage of her dream floated across her
consciousness.

"Who the hell is Jeremy, anyway? You called out his name."

"Uh... just a kid in Amy's class," she lied, trying to think quickly,
"he fell and hurt himself at the class play."

"Was it serious?" asked her puzzled husband.

"No, as it turned out, but he scared us all half to death. I guess
that's why he was in my dream."

Satisfied with her answer, Terry turned over to go back to sleep.

Angilee got little sleep the rest of the night. Twice her hand wandered
between her legs to provide some relief from the emotional powder keg
she had become, but she had never admitted to Terry that she
masturbated, so even that degree of satisfaction was denied her. She
tried a final time as Terry awakened her while getting out of bed late
the next morning.

"Please honey, come back to bed," she pleaded pulling back the covers
and seductively pulling down the panties of her teddy.

"Lots to do today. I told Ernie we would play a couple of rounds of
golf this afternoon," he said ignoring her invitation.

"But today is soccer for Amy and Mary Beth. I thought you would come
with me."

"Another time. After all I was at one of their games about two weeks
ago."

"But..."

"Gotta get going," he said padding into the bathroom where she heard
the shower start.

He just doesn't want me any more, she thought to herself as she arose
to fix breakfast. She wondered if she would ever know real passion
again.

*********************************************

Angilee stood at the fence alone watching the game. She knew Jeremy's
team was not scheduled to play this evening, but despite chiding
herself, she found her eyes roving across the field, searching for the
impertinent young man. She was torn, wanting to see him again, yet
knowing it was wrong. She finally decided she would let fate decide.
She would not seek him out, but if he approached...well, she would let
destiny decide what happened next.

But he was nowhere to be found and after the game Angilee found herself
disappointed, lonesome and more infatuated with the young man than
ever.

Thursday finally arrived and although her daughter's team would not be
playing Jeremy's, she saw with a sense of excitement that both teams
had games that evening on adjacent fields. She found herself eagerly
anticipating the trip to the park, chided herself for even fantasizing
about the unthinkable, then lapsed again into a reverie of delicious
decadence.

She again stood where he had first approached her, wishing, her heart
aflutter, willing him to appear, then fearfully hoping the next second
he would not. Twice she glanced over to the other field but could not
see him anywhere. Her hopes were beginning to fade once more as the
game entered the latter stages of the second half. She again questioned
if it was meant for her to ever find the satisfaction she needed and
wanted so badly.

"So, the beautiful lady returns!"

The voice startled her. He had obviously walked up behind her without
her noticing.

"Soccer, remember?" she said tartly, but her heart was racing.

"You know, if you could ever let down those defenses, you might be able
to have a lot of fun," he said, leaning against the fence beside her,
his hip lightly brushing hers.

She was shocked by his forwardness, yet her breathing was becoming
rapid and she did not back away. The feel of his taut and muscular
frame next to her brought her heart into her throat.

"What kind of fun?" she asked, knowing she should be rejecting him
outright instead of opening the door to further advances with her
answer.

"Any kind you want... Mrs. Carver," he said.

"I'm a married woman... Jeremy," she replied.

"Which makes no difference to me whatsoever."

"I'm a lot older than you."

"Some, but I like mature women. Like wine the good ones get better with
age."

"What are you looking for Jeremy?" she asked, changing tack, "adding
another notch to your gun belt? Seducing a married woman to win a
fraternity bet?"

"Not as callous as all that," he replied smiling. "Oh don't
misunderstand, I savor every moment of entering a beautiful woman's
body..."

Angilee reddened with embarrassment.

"...but," he continued, "I'm not all that selfish. I know what a woman
wants, Mrs. Carver, I know what she needs. I know what you
want."

"And what makes you so sure I'm not getting what I want from my
husband?"

"Because if you were, we wouldn't be standing here having this
conversation. I'm young and strong and I've got what it takes to
satisfy you. You won't be disappointed."

Angilee felt her heart flutter with forbidden excitement.

"How do you know I won't disappoint you?" she asked.

"I've been to bed with married women before, some good, some not. I've
come to recognize a beautiful woman whose sexuality is bubbling just
beneath the surface, ready to be unleashed. Once you let yourself go,
you'll be a handful for any man."

Another pang of conscience pricked her.

"But, I'm married. I have children. I..."

"We've been through that," he interrupted. "You either want this or you
don't. I'm not into coercing anyone."

"I'm... I'm just not sure I can do this," she said, casting her eyes
downward.

"It's OK. Think it over. Let me know next week."

"You mean here at the park?"

"Sure." He paused. "Do you own a red dress?"

Puzzled, she responded, "Actually the only thing I have that's red is a
mini skirt I haven't worn since Amy was born."

"Excellent. Look, think it over between now and next Tuesday. If you
decide you want the ride of your life, wear the red mini skirt."

"And if I don't wear it?" If you aren't wearing it, I'll know your
answer is no and you'll never hear from me again. Agreed?"

"Jeremy, I..."

"Agreed?" he repeated.

"...Yes..." she said quietly.

She stood looking at Amy and Mary Beth for a few moments and turned to
find he had gone. She turned back to the field, but her mind remained
on the young muscular body and the unbelievable decision which she now
faced.


CHAPTER FIVE

Throughout the weekend Angilee resisted the temptation to try on the
mini skirt which now resided in the farthest reaches of their walk-in
closet. Torn, she would one minute anticipate the Tuesday tryst with
Jeremy, the next decide it was sheer madness and resolve to leave the
skirt where it was. After vacillating scores of times, she called Donna
who suggested she visit Madame Leseur and let the cards decide.

"You are still torn about the young man," said the old woman as they
sat down. "I do not need the cards to tell me what is so evident in
your face."

"I...I just don't know what to do," confided the worried housewife. "I
was hoping the cards..."

"...would reveal what you should do," the old woman finished it for
her.

"Yes...Please! This is tearing me apart!"

"Formulate a yes or no question in your mind," directed Madame Leseur.

"I have it."

Again the woman had Angilee mix the cards, but this time there were
only seven piles. She turned over the top card on all seven piles.

"The answer is...almost surely yes," the old woman said quietly. "What
was your question?"

"Will I...wear the red skirt on Tuesday," answered Angilee.

"A seemingly innocent question, but the cards say it is a decision
fraught with inner conflict. The dress is symbolic?"

"Yes, it will let him know what I've decided."

"The cards are clear, wear the skirt, but..."

"But what?" asked Angilee.

"But wearing it will set you on a path you may not be able to retrace .
Your world will be filled with change."

"For the better?"

"That is unclear."

"Do the cards say anything else?"

"Only that this path is irrevocable. Once you take the first step, your
destiny is decided."

"It sounds like maybe I should forget the skirt."

"If you can. The cards say the temptation will be great, perhaps more
than you can resist."

Madame Leseur paused.

"There is one more thing. The cards say an obstacle will be placed in
your way. You should then look for a sign."

"A sign?" asked Angilee.

"Yes, an omen as to what you should do."

"What kind of sign?"

"The cards do not say. It will be up to you to find the sign and accept
your fate."

Angilee left Madame Leseur's parlor more puzzled than relieved. The
woman was right about being tempted. Every time she thought about
Jeremy she became wet with sexual tension and anticipation. But what
was this obstacle? And a sign? How was she supposed to know it when she
saw it?" Her mind worked overtime as she drove home.

That evening after Terry had left for his shift and the girls were in
bed, Angilee, despite telling herself she shouldn't, found herself
drawn to the walk-in closet in their bedroom. A few moments of
rummaging found the bright red skirt hanging behind some blouses which
she knew she would probably never wear again but hesitated, for
sentimental reasons, to give to charity. She had forgotten how
shamefully short it was and made from a stretch material which was
designed to hug every curve. She ran her hand over the material,
started to turn and walk away, then turned back and slowly lifted it
from the hanger. In her self consciousness, she locked her bedroom
door, even though the kids were asleep and Terry would not be home
until the wee hours. To her surprise and delight the skirt still fit
her trim waist, but when she looked in the mirror she realized how much
of her legs it revealed, ending only a couple of inches below her
panties. She turned in front of the mirror not being able to help
admiring the fact that her figure was every bit as enticing as when she
had worn the dress years ago. Her legs were still curvaceous, her tummy
flat and her hips and breasts still provided the hour glass figure
which any woman would envy. Maybe this is the sign, she thought, the
fact that I can still wear the skirt and look good in it. Maybe..."

"Mommy?"

She heard the cry from the girl's room. Not urgent, but perhaps also
the sign as to what she should do, a reminder that this was the fantasy
of a foolish woman trying to regain...what? Her youth? Trying
desperately to reassure herself she was still attractive, vulnerable to
the first man who showed some interest in her?

She quickly shed the skirt and threw it into a bag with some other 
things she had earmarked for charity, threw on a robe and hurried to
her daughter.

Later the next morning when Terry came down for breakfast, he surprised
her and the kids with a bit of news.

"I'm off next Tuesday and since it's getting close to the end of the
season, I thought I'd go with you to the girl's game."

The girls were delighted and babbled on about playing their best game
of the season.

"What, no smile?" asked Terry, "I thought my going with you would make
you happy."

"Oh, I am. Really I am!" she smiled, wondering if this turn of events
was the omen or the obstacle to which the old woman had alluded.
Perhaps one and the same. Perhaps it just made it easier to forget the
skirt and Jeremy. After all how could she talk with Jeremy when her
husband was right there with her? Still, her heart ached to think of
losing the opportunity to experience what Jeremy had promised. She had
no doubts that with his experience, he could and would deliver. Smiling
for her family, but with a longing which just would not leave, she
fixed breakfast.

The weekend came and went and before Angilee realized it, it was
Tuesday morning and as she fixed breakfast, she felt what might be a
once in a lifetime opportunity eluding her. But she had resolved
herself. The skirt was buried in the bag with the other things which
she would give to charity. With Terry's unexpected availability to go
to the game, it must have been the sign she was looking for. But what,
she wondered, of the obstacle? Or was the obstacle also the sign?
Confused, but sadly resolved, she turned her attention to the bacon and
eggs.

Later that day Terry appeared carrying the bag of clothes containing
the skirt and another bag with a couple of his old sweaters and a pair
of pants or two.

"I found this bag in the closet. Did you want to give this to Good
Will?

"Uh...yeah, sure," she said as she turned to hide a glistening tear.

"Well, I've got some stuff too. We can drop it off on the way to the
game if you want."

"Yeah...good idea," she said almost choking on the words as she felt
the promise of sensual fulfillment slipping away.

"I'll put them in the car when we get ready to go," said Terry, setting
down the bags and busying himself with some computer games.

He's just destroyed my one chance at sexual freedom, she thought, and
he doesn't even know it. What's more, he plays computer games instead
of paying me any attention at all. With that she hurriedly left the
room for now the tears were beginning to flow in earnest.

When the girls arrived from school, they immediately changed into their
soccer uniforms and came running downstairs.

"Mommy, get dressed. Have you forgotten we play the early game today?"

Angilee had spent most of the afternoon in the bedroom trying to
resolve herself to a life with Terry, an unsatisfying as that might be.
She had lost track of the time and still had on the sloppy sweat suit
she had donned after it became apparent Terry was going to show her no
interest.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I did forget. I'll just be a minute," she said hurrying
up the stairs and into the bedroom.

With a longing for something lost, she pulled a pair of slacks and
blouse from the dresser.

"Mommy, Mommy!" cried Mary Beth, running into the room.

"Yes honey, what is it? asked Angilee turning to find her younger
daughter holding the red mini skirt while Terry and Amy looked on from
the doorway.

"Why don't you wear this?" asked Mary Beth.

Angilee almost gasped aloud as her daughter placed the skirt in her
hands.

"I found it downstairs in a bag. Daddy said you were going to give it
away. Wear it Mommy, please?"

"But honey," said the mother, "Mommy hasn't worn that skirt in a long
time."

"But it's pretty and you know red is my favorite color."

"Honey, it's awfully short," Angilee replied, holding up the skirt for
all to see," I'm not sure your Daddy would like for Mommy to..."

"But Daddy says you have beautiful legs," responded Amy looking to her
father, "right Daddy?"

"Well, you've got me there," smiled Terry.

"But honey...

"Oh go ahead and wear it this one last time," said Terry.

"You mean it?" asked Angilee.

"Sure, we'll all get a chance to see Mommy's beautiful legs," laughed
Terry as the two children danced around in delight.

"Well, if you're sure...all right then. Now skidaddle and let me
dress."

The girls squealed their approval and with their father, left, closing
the door.

Angliee's heart was racing. This had to be the sign she reasoned.
Terry's coming to the ballpark is the obstacle but this...Mary Beth
finding the skirt, then everyone insisting she wear it, even Terry, so
out of character from his conservative nature. It was all so clear now.
This is it, she breathed, the sign I've been waiting for.

She hurriedly slipped on the skirt, a satin black blouse and pair of
heels. Overdressed for a soccer game she might be, but the sign had
been given to her and she wanted there to be no chance Jeremy would
miss it either. She hurried down the stairs. This was one game to which
she did not want to be late.

**********************************************

She and Terry sat in the stands, sitting alone near one end, instead of
standing at the fence as was her habit. The girls were playing well,
Amy having scored a goal. Angilee kept her legs crossed for obvious
reasons but this caused the skirt to ride even higher and so she was
forced into a constant tugging to keep her panties covered. Her outfit
had garnered several wistful looks from several of the men, but despite
discretely looking high and low she saw no sign of Jeremy. Maybe after
all this he won't even show up, she thought to herself. Probably just
what I deserve for getting myself embroiled in such an outrageous
fantasy, believing it could actually happen. She turned her attention
back to the field just as the halftime whistle blew.

"How about a soda and hot dog?" asked Terry.

"Sounds great," she replied.

As she watched him make his way to the concession stand on the other
side of the field, she felt more than heard someone behind her.

"When you send a signal, you send a signal! By the way those black
panties are lovely.

Angilee gasped slightly and gave another tug on the skirt.

"Jeremy, where did you come from?

"Oh I've been admiring that red skirt from afar. I noticed you had
company. Your husband?"

"Yes, he insisted on coming."

"No matter. We have the few moments we need to arrange our...tryst."

"Jeremy, we shouldn't..."

"Mrs. Carver, I tire of your vacillation. You wore the skirt. You
obviously want it, don't you?"

There was a pause, Angilee's voice barely audible.

"...Yes."

"Then tomorrow night at eight. Do you know Capri's?"

"The restaurant? yes, but..."

"And you thought I'd simply take you to some sleazy motel. No, Mrs.
Carver I don't just satisfy women physically, I give them everything
they want. Oh don't get me wrong, I'll be in your pants before the
night is through, but by that time you'll be begging me for it."

"You seem pretty sure of yourself."

"I am. Capri's, eight o'clock."

"All... right. Eight o'clock."

With that she looked up to see Terry making his way back with an
armload of refreshments. Again she felt rather than heard that she was
alone once more. Shivers ran down her spine as she realized that not
only had her skirt ridden up her thighs again but that her panties were
showing and they were soaking wet.


CHAPTER SIX

The restaurant was one of the nicest in town. Although she and Terry
had talked about eating there, it had never materialized. Angilee was
nervous, but stunning in the shimmering black sheath dress and heels.

"Ms. Carver?" asked the maitre d' as Angilee stood in the lobby looking
for Jeremy.

"...Uh yes..." she stammered, "but how did you know?"

"Mr. Stills told me a to look for a ravishingly beautiful woman who
would be arriving at eight."

Angilee blushed.

"He asked me to see you to his usual table," continued the head waiter,
motioning for her to follow.

"His... his usual table?" she asked.

"Mr. Stills dines with us quite frequently."

Angilee accepted the chair, wondering how a college student could
afford to eat at such an expensive restaurant on a frequent basis. She
glanced at the other patrons, making sure there was no one she knew.
Relieved a bit that she recognized no one, she turned back to the door
and felt both delight and trepidation to see Jeremy enter, speak
momentarily with the Maitre d' and then walk toward her, smiling.

"You look beautiful Mrs. Carver," he said, handing her a blood red
rose.

"Thank you Jeremy...and I think you can call me Angilee, otherwise
you'll have me feeling like Mrs. Robinson from The Graduate."

They both smiled as their waiter approached and took their order.

"I shouldn't be here you know," she said.

"Of course you should," he countered. "You want more than your husband
can give you. I am here to give it to you."

"Oh it's as simple as that, is it?"

"As a matter of fact, it is. You're a beautiful woman Angilee with
needs like any woman. Those needs are going unfulfilled at home so you
have come here to let me provide those needs."

A bit embarrassed, Angilee averted her eyes and changed the subject.

"How is it a college student can afford to eat at the most expensive
restaurant in town?...and on a regular basis I am told."

"Simple really. My father is a very successful and wealthy lawyer in
Chicago. He indulges me," he said smiling again.

"So you're accustomed to getting what you want," she said with a sly
smile.

"Of course, otherwise what's the point?"

"So I am just another conquest for the spoiled rich kid," said Angilee.

"Always so cynical. Of course I want in your pants Angilee. I want to
lay you and you want to get laid. It's why we're here."

"But why me? You're young, good looking, rich. You could have any woman
you want."

"True, but I'm not a complete hedonist. I enjoy the pursuit as well as
the conquest, and I also get a great deal of satisfaction from
satisfying a woman. As I told you before, I can recognize when a woman
wants it. I saw it in you the first moment I laid eyes on you."

"Am I that transparent?"

"No, but when a woman needs what you do as badly as you do, she can't
hide it and that makes her..."

"...vulnerable?" interrupted Angilee.

"Ready," he finished. "You're ready for what I can give you. Come on,
you're not some wide eyed little girl being talked into something,
you're a grown woman capable of making up your own mind. One thing I
can promise you..."

"What might that be?"

"You'll be every bit as satisfied when this night is through as I
will."

Angilee again shifted her eyes in embarrassment and was a bit relieved
when the food arrived. The meal was delicious and she found Jeremy to
be suave as well as direct. He was a marketing major determined not to
follow in his father's footsteps. He had traveled extensively and lived
on both coasts before deciding on WSU for his education.When he asked,
she told him of growing up on a small farm in Iowa and meeting Terry at
the community college she attended for three semesters. When Terry
dropped out to take a job, he proposed, she accepted and her college
days ended for she became pregnant almost immediately and Terry"s
expectations were very traditional when it came to a wife and family.
They finished the meal and were finishing their dessert and wine when
the conversation turned back to her marriage.

" So you've led a rather traditional life," he observed.

"I'm afraid so. For him it's work, eat and sleep. I sometimes feel..."
she searched for the word.

"...trapped," he finished it for her.

"He makes the rules and I'm expected to conform."

"And he never breaks the rules?" Jeremy asked.

"Never. I can't tell you how surprised I was that he let me wear that
skirt yesterday."

Jeremy brought his chair around next to hers. The table was against a
wall and the table cover hung well down from the table top.

"So he would never do something silly like this," he said picking up a
strawberry and holding it to her lips while she took a small bite.

"Probably not," she said, amused.

He finished feeding her the strawberry, noting a slight bit of juice
still on her lip.

"Or this?" he asked, bending over and licking the juice from the lip of
the disquieted woman.

"In a public restaurant? No, I'm afraid not."

"Or how about this?" he queried, his hand dropping under the table
cloth and resting on the top of her thigh.

His touch was electric. Angilee felt the wetness in her panties. What,
she wondered, was it about this young man which intrigued and excited
her so.

"No, he would never..."

She felt his fingers search for the hem of her dress. She almost jumped
when his hand met flesh.

"No pantyhose," he grinned. "Very convenient."

Angilee hardly had time to blush as she felt his hand move up her bare
thigh. She glanced around hurriedly to see if any one was looking even
though to the other patrons, unaware of the drama playing out beneath
the tablecloth, nothing would seem amiss, simply a couple sitting
romantically closely together enjoying each other's company.

"Jeremy," she whispered as his fingers found her panties despite her
legs remaining tightly closed.

"Wet, Angilee. I told you you were ready!"

She felt her face redden, not sure whether from embarrassment or
excitement.

His fingers found the top of the abbreviated thong she had bought at
Victoria's secret and which now parted to admit him into her small,
neatly trimmed, triangular nest of hair, even though her legs remained
together.

Jeremy took a sip of wine with the other hand.

"How many times have you had a man's hand in your pants in a crowded
restaurant, Angilee?"

"...Never..." she breathed, her temperature climbing rapidly.

"If you want someone to enter, you have to open the door," he whispered
in her ear.

"Their eyes met. She hesitated. Thus far it had been only flirtation.
She could stop it now with a single word, leave, return to the home and
life she knew.

"Jeremy...I..."

"Yes, Angilee?"

She looked into his bright blue eyes, her mouth opened to say it must
stop, but slowly as his gaze burned into her, her legs parted, the
shame and embarrassment sweeping through her, overmatched by the fierce
burning desire which she could not resist.

She gasped as his finger found her vaginal lips.

"No, don't," she implored him as she opened her legs completely and his
finger found the small magical mound around which her whole world
revolved at this moment. She tried to stifle the cry but was only
partly successful, the other diners turning to look momentarily, then
turning back to their own conversations.

"You have to stop," begged Angilee as Jeremy began a slow rhythmic
stimulation.

"Do you really want me to?" he asked as he leaned over and kissed her
on the neck.

"We...can't..." she stammered, beads of perspiration appearing on her
forehead.

"But we are Angilee. Don't fight it. You know it's what you want!"

"But ...Oh Jeremy," she whispered as her breathing became labored and
unwittingly her vagina began squeezing and releasing trying to take his
finger deeper into her.

"That's it Angilee, let it happen. Right here, right now!" he
whispered.

For a moment the scene seemed surreal, Angilee Carver, thirty-two year
old wife and mother of two humping the instrument of her
torture/pleasure in a crowded restaurant as she tried to maintain some
form of outward decorum above the table.

"Please Jeremy...Please!" she urgently whispered, not really knowing if
she were begging to be released or to be penetrated even more deeply.

Her breathing came now in gasps as her hand, holding the wine glass,
began shaking while, below the table, she was now thrusting almost
uncontrollably.

"She felt it begin, the small ripple deep within which would build to a
tidal wave, sweeping over her, robbing her of control, but inundating
her with feelings so intense that all other forms of pleasure paled to
nothingness.

"Jer...e...my. I...Oh, God Jeremy, it's coming, it's coming Jeremy, I
can't stop it!" she said trying to whisper but her voice rising as the
orgasm built in intensity.

"Then let it come Angilee. You know it's what you want!"

His finger changed to a new rhythm, one which heightened and quickened
her response. She felt the orgasm surge through and over her, burying
her in an avalanche of incomprehensible ecstasy.

Her eyes rolled back in her head. Her entire body shook as in a
convulsion, the wine sloshing out of the glass in her hand onto the
table. She bit her lip to try to squelch the whining grunts which she
simply could not suppress. Now other patrons turned in alarm to see the
attractive auburn haired woman shaking uncontrollably and grunting
incoherently. As the orgasm began to subside, Jeremy withdrew his
finger and watched with amusement as the Maitre d' approached.

"Are you all right Madam?" he asked.

Still gasping for air, her body still not yet her own, Angilee burned
with embarrassment as she realized every pair of eyes in the room was
on her.

"...I...I'm...Okay. I just..." she said searching for something,
anything to say.

"She's fine," interjected Jeremy rescuing the flustered housewife.
"Perhaps too much excitement ...coupled with your delicious, but potent
wine."

There were smiles from the Maitre d' and patrons alike. Angilee wished
she could melt through the floor, her embarrassment complete.

As the Maitre d' retreated and the diners attention again returned to
their own meals, Angilee looked into Jeremy's eyes.

"I hope you enjoyed yourself," she said quietly but with venom in her
voice.

"Immensely," he smiled, "but you were the one who had the orgasm."

She smiled, despite hrself

"I should be angry with you. Instead I am sitting here in the afterglow
of one of the most intense orgasms I have ever experienced."

"That, Angilee, was only the hors d'oeuvre."

"If that was an hors d'oeuvre, when might I get to experience the main
course?" she asked coyly.

"Leave your car here, we'll take mine," he said, motioning to the
waiter to bring their check.


CHAPTER SEVEN

Angilee stood almost open mouthed in the center of the spacious,
upscale apartment.

"Wow," she laughed," A Porsche and an apartment with darn near the
space of my entire house. Your daddy must defend some high priced
clients."

"Corporate law mostly," replied Jeremy. "His income is seven figures
which makes it difficult, even for me, to spend it as fast as he gives
it to me."

"Well it's a dirty job, but I guess someone has to do it," laughed
Angilee, accepting a glass of wine and sitting on the massive couch in
front of the fireplace while Jeremy dimmed the lights and put on some
romantic music.

"May I have this dance?" he asked, offering his hand.

"Of course," she responded as he swept her into his arms and they moved
sensuously to the music.

"Jeremy, I..."

But she fell silent when he placed his finger to her lips. Their eyes
met, he gently pulled her closer and Angilee knew the resolve she had
been trying to rebuild on the trip from the restaurant was beginning to
crumble. He kissed her behind the ear, Angilee emitting a slight gasp
as his kisses moved to her neck.

"Jeremy, please..."

But again she could go no further as his lips traced her cheek, gently
smothered first one eye and then the other. She felt his breath as his
lips neared hers. Despite all she had told herself on the way over,
Angilee"s lips parted to accept his firm and overpowering kiss. Her
mouth opened to accept his probing tongue which she sucked as, for
several long moments, each tasted the other and found nothing wanting.
She again felt a wetness in her panties as his erection pressed against
her. They swayed more than danced, their bodies pressed tightly
together.

Again she tried to say something, but again he gently hushed her as his
hands moved slowly down her back gently but firmly grasping her cheeks
and pulling her even closer. She felt her temperature rising, her heart
beat increasing until she felt he must be able to feel it beating
wildly in her chest as his phallus strained against his pants and her.

"I want to see you Angilee," he breathed as his hands came up to her
neck and deftly unclasped her dress.

"Ohhh..." was all she could say before he again kissed her as the
shoulders of the dress came forward and the dress slid easily from her.
Having chosen not to wear a slip, the attractive woman now stood in his
arms in only bra, panties and heels.


"I want this Jeremy, but we both know I shouldn't be here," she
whispered as she unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it from him.

"And where should you be, at home waiting for a husband who isn't man
enough for you? Who can't give you what you want?...what you need?"

"But..."

Again she was silenced by his kiss to which she surrendered totally.
Angilee knew she was on the brink, but felt helpless to resist as he
slowly unsnapped her bra.

"Jeremy, are you sure?" she pleaded as the bra slid from her and he
cupped her breasts and felt her nipples stiffen under his touch.

"I've never been as sure of anything in my life that you want me to
continue, that you want me to take down your panties, but I won't
unless you ask me to. You've got to want it and you've got to tell me
what you want, Angilee."

"Oh Jeremy..." she breathed as his kisses this time found her breasts,
which next to her small mound of pleasure had always been the most
sensitive part of her body.

"Say it and I promise you won't regret it," he intoned as she visibly
shivered as he sucked her hyper-sensitive nipples. Her breathing
shallow and rapid, Angilee felt as if she were on fire, the foreplay at
the restaurant nothing to compare with the arousal she was feeling at
this moment.

"Say it Angilee. i have so much to give you," he said urgently as she
felt his lance straining against her. Virtually no woman could have
resisted the young, handsome and virile man who stood kissing her
breasts and imploring her to allow him to undress her completely, but
certainly not a woman whose body and soul had already yearned for what
this young man could give her. Thoughts of her husband and daughters
which had resurfaced on the ride to the apartment dissolved in a flood
of erotic sensuality which she was powerless to resist.

"Take them Jeremy, please. Take my panties!" she cried as she loosened
his belt and felt his pants drop to the floor.

He swept her into his arms and carried her to the couch where she lay
back as he quickly discarded his shoes and socks and stood before her
only in bikini briefs, taxed to the limit to contain what Angilee could
tell, even though covered, was an enormous lance.

Jeremy kissed the instep of each foot as he slowly unbuckled the strap
and slid each high heel from her. The anticipation was excruciating for
Angilee, her body writhing in anticipation and longing. After slowly
sliding his hands up her legs, she, at long last, felt his hands take
hold of the side straps of her thong and begin a tantalizingly slow
journey to her ankles where she felt the panties slid over her feet and
off.

Angilee Carver lay prostrate and naked before her youthful seducer.

"You are a magnificently beautiful woman," he breathed as she, in her
mindless need for sexual fulfillment, spread her legs to give him an
unimpeded view and full access to her treasure.

Placing his crotch next to her soaking nest, he lay between her legs
and kissed her, their tongues hungrily tasting and providing nectar for
the other.

His tongue and lips began another tantalizing journey from mouth to
neck to breasts as Angilee shamelessly began thrusting against his,
still contained, member.

"The kisses from your mouth are sweet, Angilee...are the kisses from
these lips just as sweet?" he asked breathlessly as his fingers brushed
lightly over her labial lips, increasing her desire even more. She felt
his tongue explore her naval, but when he found her public hair and his
tongue played through her trimmed triangle, she could contain herself
no longer.

"Yes, Jeremy, kiss me there...please!. I want to kiss you. I want you
to taste me. I want to come for you!"

She shrieked as his tongue and lips found her labia and, within
seconds, her clitoris, already swollen with desire and now at its most
sensitive.

"Oh God, yes! yes! YES!" she cried as her vaginal lips puckered to kiss
his and his tongue darted over her love mound again and again. She
thrusted onto his mouth to take him deeper, his tongue playing hide and
seek with a nest denied such pleasure for far too long.

While his tongue played in and out of her, his hands reached up to cup
and caress her breasts and nipples. With both of the most sensitive
areas of her body being stimulated to the maximum, Angilee quickly lost
control. Her body writhed in ecstasy as she uttered short whines of
helplessness.

"Oh my God, Jeremy...YES!" she screamed as the orgasm rushed toward
release.

His tongue flicked at her swollen clitoris even more rapidly as her
body totally surrendered and the paroxysm shook her senseless with an
erotic climax so powerful, her body trembled for several seconds after
the orgasm itself was past. Her naked body covered in perspiration, the
auburn haired housewife whimpered slightly as she tried to regain her
breath.

"Jeremy...I...I've never felt anything like that in my life."

"Just getting warmed up," he said smiling as he lifted her in his arms
and made his way up the spiral staircase to the round, king sized bed
which occupied most of the bedroom loft.

"Jeremy, you've already given me more pleasure than I ever knew
existed, but..." she hesitated as he laid her on the bed and stood over
her smiling.

"But...?

"What I've already allowed you to do, to touch me, kiss me, bring me
to..."

"Orgasm, Angilee. I gave you two orgasms and your body responded in a
way few women's bodies could. Your sexuality is exceptionally strong."

"But..." she said weakly as he slowly slid down the bikini briefs and
Angilee saw him, for the first time, completely nude. She gasped
slightly as her eyes fell to the sexual organ which was standing in
full erection.

"My God! I had no idea!" she whispered.

At over fourteen inches Jeremy was at least eight inches longer than
Terry and half again as large in girth. She lay spellbound, mesmerized
by the magnificent appendage with which she knew he had every intention
of impaling her. He lay gently atop her and they kissed long and
deeply. Again she felt her fever build as his lips and tongue found her
neck and then her breasts.

"Yes...my nipples!" she implored as his tongue traced her dark
aureoles, then nipped at her breasts' most sensitive area. He sucked
them slowly to hardness, Angliee's body once again in arousal,
surprising the woman who seldom orgasmed at all with her husband. Never
in their entire married life had she orgasmed twice, yet here she lay,
her body already having experienced two monstrous climaxes and building
to another.

Her legs were not widely spread, but she had to part them at least
slightly to allow it room so he could lie against her. She could feel
it throbbing against her legs as his mouth found hers once again and
they drank heavily of each other.

"I've got something for you Angilee," he breathed.

"Oh Jeremy, I...shouldn't. What we've done up until now is bad enough
but for you to..."

"Enter you, Angilee?" Join our bodies? You coming to me and me to you?"

"But don't you see? My husband..."

"Can't give you what I can, Angilee," he said, as he brought the
swollen member between her legs and against her nest. Her labial lips
quivered, betraying her resolve.

"Jeremy, I do want you so!" she cried, "but this is going too far."

"Not yet it isn't," he smiled, noting her rapid breathing and feeling
her vaginal lips, soaking wet, lapping at his penis as her lower body
began a slight thrusting.

She gasped aloud as he positioned the head at the entrance to her nest.

"I...shouldn't" she whined, her heart in her throat and her body on
fire.

"Put it where you want it, Angilee."

"Oh Jeremy," she cried as her hand came down to grasp his lance, her
fingers not even able to encircle it completely.

"It' so big!" she whispered.

"Put it where you want it," he repeated.

"I'm a married woman..." she breathed, her resolve dissolving as she
guided the massive head into contact with her vaginal lips.

"Put it where you want it."

She bit her lip and her heart felt as if it would burst from her chest.

"I can't," she whined as her legs spread widely.

"Put it where you want it, Angilee."

"Oh Jeremy! OH JEREMY! she screamed as she guided the head of his rod
past her vaginal lips and into her slightly.

"Mustn't ...no mustn't ," she whined as her hands went to his hips and
pulled him to her as her own nest rose to take over four inches of his
manhood into her, her vagina stretched to the maximum while her swollen
clitoris was massaged by the throbbing lance.

"What do you want Angilee?" he breathed.

"I...I..." she was fighting for breath through the erotic whines
beginning to emanate from her.

"What do you WANT, Angilee," he implored.

"...I WANT YOU TO FUCK ME!" she screamed as their simultaneous thrusts
buried another six inches in her.

She screamed with the erotic pain as her vagina was stretched as never
before and after only two more strokes he was deep within her womb.

Her head rolled rapidly from side to side, her body literally jumping
from the bed to meet his thrusts. Her whines turned to grunts as her
body was forced to accommodate what she never dreamed it could.
Perspiration ran from her in rivulets, her rapid breathing was bringing
her close to hyperventilation.

"How much do you want Angilee?" he asked urgently.

"God...I WANT IT ALL! FUCK ME WITH ALL OF IT!" she screamed.

She spread her legs as widely as possible at the precise moment of his
most powerful thrust and their bodies met in violent collision.

He smiled as he felt their pubic hair mingling, signaling she had taken
all of him. He now began a series of powerful strokes, withdrawing
almost entirely, then in a massive thrust burying himself in her
completely.

Angilee was mindless, first moaning then screaming incoherently as all
sense of rationality had now deserted her, her unleashed sexual
cravings in complete control. She felt the, now familiar, beginning of
an orgasm, but mixed with it a new sensation which also was beginning
to build toward an ultimate climax. Unbeknown to Angilee, because she
had never experienced it, her G-spot as well as Clitoris was receiving
maximum stimulation and so, not one but two orgasms were building in
her simultaneously. Her body spasmed, completely out of control and her
screams were of absolute and total abandon as the two orgasms consumed
her. Either orgasm would have, at this point, been more than she could
take, but combined, their intensity ripped through her, her body
literally jumping upward to meet Jeremy's thrusts and as the orgasms
reached their peak, Angilee could simply take no more and fainted dead
away.

Jeremy smiled, unconcerned, for two other women he had taken to bed,
both virgins, had also fainted at the height of orgasming on his
oversized penis. Even in unconsciousness, Angliee's body continued to
hump his massive rod, her vaginal lips kissing his lance, coaxing it
even further into her. He kissed her back to consciousness, her eyes
wide in disbelief, her breathing still coming in gasps, her body
quivering in both afterglow and anticipation.

"Never in my wildest dreams, did I ever imagine a man could give me
such unbearable pleasure," she breathed.

"Your body is also giving pleasure, Angilee. You're extremely tight,
even for an unmarried woman, let alone a mother of two. Your vaginal
lips kiss like few women's can. Even now they are sucking me back into
you."

"I want you again Jeremy. God forgive me, I know I shouldn't be here,
but you've given me more pleasure in one evening than I've had in my
entire marriage and I can't bear the thoughts of not feeling you inside
of me again."

"I enjoy giving you what you want Angilee," he replied with a smile,
"especially with a body as appreciative as yours."

"Then please, give it to me again," she implored, spreading her legs as
widely as possible and thrusting upward to take him deeply into her. He
responded with a thrust of his own and within a few strokes, Angilee
was again helplessly, mindlessly and eagerly being impaled to another
monstrous orgasm.

Seven more times that evening Angliee's body found the ultimate
pleasure, four of those simultaneous clitoral and vaginal climaxes at
the height of which she again fainted from the intense, unbearable
pleasure. Each time Jeremy would kiss her back to consciousness
followed by Angilee begging for more. With each climax, Angliee's body
lost even more control, her last dual orgasm so intense the flow of her
labial juices was followed by her bladder emptying uncontrollably as
she again fainted.

As Jeremy's kisses brought her to sensibility and she realized what had
happened, she began apologizing profusely, burning with embarrassment.

"It's all right,'" he reassured her, "I've heard of it happening, but
you're the first woman with whom it has happened as my partner. I'm
flattered really, to think your pleasure is so powerful you not only
lose sexual control, but control of your bodily functions as well."

"I have no control whatsoever when you're inside me," she whispered.

"Ah but right now I want to maintain a bit of control," he said,
thrusting once to make sure all of him was within her.

"I don't understa..."

"By my count you have come nine times this evening. I intend to make it
ten, but you shall have to be brave Angilee Carver."

"I still don't..."

He withdrew slowly and, now on his knees, smiled reassuringly as he
looked upon her nakedness. I intend to to enter you in every part of
your body Angilee.

She scooted under him until his monstrous rod brushed against her lips.
Without hesitation, she opened her lips and eagerly sucked the head of
his manhood into her mouth and throat. Even the most accomplished and
talented of women could not have deep throated a penis as large as his,
but Angilee tried. She was inexperienced at any form of oral pleasure
but her tongue played over his lance as she sucked and kissed with
unbridled eagerness. Unbelievably he became even harder, his own
breathing increasing in rapidity as Angliee's mouth was exhibiting the
same enthusiasm her vagina had shown earlier.

He withdrew and motioned for her to turn over. She complied, her head
against the pillow, her rear high in the air, fully exposed and
accessible.

"Ever experiences an anal delight, Angilee?" he asked as he lightly
rubbed the head of his penis against her tightly puckered anus.

"...No..." she answered, fear at the thought of such a small opening
accepting such a huge gift evident in her voice.

"Then you must be brave for me Angilee. There will be pain at first,
but I will be gentle and I promise, you will reach ecstasy for a tenth
time tonight."

"You know I want you in me Jeremy, but it's so large and I'm so small
back there," she pleaded.

"We shall go very slowly, I will prepare you and pleasure you as I
enter you. Do you trust me Angilee?" he asked as he smoothed the
lubrication on his thumb and her anus. His finger then found her vagina
and began the same type stimulation she had been unable to resist in
the restaurant. Within moments Angilee was thrusting backward to take
his finger deeper into her, her breathing rapid. His other hand came
around and found her breast.

"Yes, Jeremy, I do trust you!" she whined as her body was responding as
both of them knew it would.

"Would you like me in every part of your body, Angilee?" he asked
seeing her control rapidly slipping away.

"I...don't know whether I can..." she gasped as perspiration again
appeared on her brow.

"You can Angilee, but do you want it? Do you want me in your mouth?"

"Yes!" she cried.

His hand left her breast and his finger found her eager mouth which
sucked with abandon.

"Do you want me in your nest, Angilee?"

"You know I do!" she whined as the finger in her vagina increased its
stimulation of her pleasure mound.

"And your beautiful little rear Angilee, I can fill that as well!"

Her body burning with desire as she humped his finger repeatedly, the
woman was once again helpless amidst her need for raw unbridled sexual
satisfaction.

"Take it, Jeremy! It's yours!" she cried in surrender.

Even though near orgasm, Angilee still gasped with the pain as Jeremy,
to prepare her, eased his thumb in and out of her small dark hole. As
his finger increased the rhythm of his clitoral stimulation, he eased
the head of his penis into her rectum.

"Let the pain and pleasure blend to become one," he urged as he felt
her sphincter tighten involuntarily to expel the invader.

The lubrication made the entry marginally easier for her as she sucked
the finger of his one hand with her mouth, sucked the other finger with
her vagina and now, as another monstrous orgasm began building in her,
she began sucking his penis into her with her sphincter. He eased the
first two inches into her, felt her anus inviting him further and sank
another three inches past the anal lips now kissing him tightly.

Jeremy knew Angilee was building to orgasm by the panting whines she
uttered, her body straining for release, perspiration dripping from her
as she shamelessly humped and sucked her way to climax. He gave her 
several inches more and was surprised to hear her begging, not for him
to withdraw as he would have expected since he now had more of his
lance in Angilee than any woman had ever been able to take, but rather
for more as she could no longer distinguish between pain and pleasure,
her overstimulated body simply demanding that it be filled and reamed
senseless. He did not wish to hurt her, but her pleadings were too much
as he realized that for the first time, he had a woman who was about to
take all of him, in both her nest and her rear. A final thrust and his
pubic hair was flush against her. Angilee screamed in agony/ecstasy,
redoubling her efforts while Jeremy knew that despite his great control
he could hold off the inevitable no longer. His hands now went to her
hips as he began thrusting powerfully into this vixen who was affording
him unparalleled pleasure as well.

They orgasmed simultaneously amid exclamations, screams and animalistic
grunts. Angliee's orgasm came in multiples, one after another sweeping
over her, leaving her trembling even as her senses began to orient
themselves once more. The first thing of which she became aware was
that Jeremy continued to fill her rectum with his hot seed. Realizing
what was happening, she focused on tightening her anal canal even more,
thereby milking every last drop of semen into her and in so doing not
only increasing his pleasure, but producing another orgasm of her own.

As she felt his paroxysms subside, Angilee, in utter exhaustion,
pitched forward on the bed. Jeremy excused himself and walked into the
bathroom. Upon his return, he cradled her body against his and kissed
her deeply.

"Any regrets?" he asked.

"Only that I didn't meet you ten yeas ago," she answered with a rueful
smile.

"And tonight?"

"You have given me more in one evening than I have expected in a
lifetime. Yes, I've known all along that you simply wanted to get me in
your bed, I have to admit, it's what I wanted as well. But you didn't
just screw me Jeremy, you romanced me, you took the time and made the
effort to make every moment enjoyable."

"Ye gads," he exclaimed laughing, "a man who actually enjoys foreplay!"

She joined in his warm laughter and they kissed again, their lips
lightly touching in a gentle, sensuous union.

"Oh my God, look at the time," she exclaimed noting the small bedside
table clock, "It's after three a.m. My husband will be getting off work
in less than an hour."

"Of course," he said beginning to rise.

"But..."

"Yes, Angilee?"

"Before I have to go I have a favor to ask."

"Name it," he replied.

"I..." she hesitated, obviously embarrassed.

"Hey we've just become about as intimate as two people can," he said
smiling, his eyes again drinking in her nudity. "I think the time for
being self conscious is behind us. Wouldn't you agree?"

"You're right," she smiled. "So here is the favor I ask. I can still
feel your seed in my...rear. Before I go, I'd like you to..."

She was still having trouble being so frank.

"You want me to orgasm in your womb."

"...Yes...I had my tubes tied right after Mary Beth was born so you
don't need to worry. It's just that..."

"You want to carry a part of me home with you," he finished it for her.

"Yes..." she said, amazed at how this young man seemed so attuned to
her wants, her needs. "Am I being foolish?"

"Not at all. I find it very romantic."

"You do?" she said, her eyes alight.

"Yes, but I have just one favor to ask in return," he grinned.

"And what might that be?" she asked coyly.

"Put your legs up over my shoulders...yes, like that. Now I can get
even deeper into you."

"Oh Jeremy!" she cried as he buried himself in her wet and eager nest.

*********************************************

"This has been the most wonderful night of my life," said Angilee
opening the door of his Porsche which had pulled in beside her own car
in the restaurant parking lot.

"It's just the beginning, Angilee.

"Oh I couldn't...do this again. You've been wonderful Jeremy, but..."

"Do you want to do it again, Angilee?"

She dropped her eyes.

"...Yes, very much," she said quietly.

"Then here," he said handing her a card with a number written on it.
"My phone number. Call me when you're ready."

"I can't," she said without any resolve.

"Not only can, you will. You know it's what you want and you know I can
give it to you."

"But..."

He revved the engine.

"You've got a body like a racing car, Angilee. You have to drive it
hard if you want it to really perform!"

With that there was the squeal of rubber and the Porsche shot out of
the parking lot.

She could still feel Jeremy's semen inside her as Angilee drove home to
a husband she was not at all sure would ever again be enough for her.


CHAPTER EIGHT

"Please I have to know," pleaded Angilee as Madame Leseur laid out the
cards.

Angilee had led a life of torture since Jeremy had driven away in his
sports car four nights ago. She had tried to resist temptation by
burying the card, ironically, at the bottom of the dresser drawer where
she kept her panties and concentrating on her family. But Terry was his
usual conservative and predictable self, accepting her advances only
once and then only long enough to roll over on top of her, satisfy
himself and roll off again. Angilee was crestfallen to think she faced
such lovemaking for the rest of her life when everything she had ever
wanted, could ever want, was only a phone call away. But her sense of
guilt and obligation turned her to her children with whom she spent
every moment, helping with homework, playing or taking them to movies,
even on school nights, until the girls had both finally told her in the
loving but emphatic way of youngsters that she was smothering them and
that they needed their space. Angilee had then tried calling Donna, but
she found, through a mutual friend that Donna would be out of town for
the next two weeks. With no one else to turn to, Angilee had called the
Tarot reader for an appointment.

"You have your question?" asked the old woman.

"Yes!" Angilee answered impatiently.

"Very well," said the woman turning over the cards. "The answer you
seek is...yes!"

Angilee's heart jumped into her throat. Her heart beat wildly.

"Your question?" asked the woman.

"Should I call Jer...someone important to me." she finished, wanting to
reveal as little as possible to the old woman.

"Ah, an affair of the heart..." said Madame Leseur turning over a card
which showed two lovers, walking together, holding hands."... and other
parts of the anatomy as well." she chuckled as the next card was of
naked lovers embracing.

"What will happen?" asked Angilee.

"Your world will be changed forever, you will discover aspects of the
world and of yourself which you never knew existed," commented the
woman turning over more cards.

I already have, thought Angilee to herself.

"But the way is wrought with conflict. You will gain much but there is
also much to be lost."

"My family?" asked Angilee.

"Perhaps, the cards do not say what you will lose, only that the loss
will be a great one. You must ultimately choose, a gain for a loss. You
cannot have both. Opportunities will be placed in your path. Ultimately
you must choose one."

The woman gathered the cards, Angilee paid her and left, now wondering
more than ever what to do. She wanted to call Jeremy like she had never
wanted anything in her life, yet she pondered the potential loss. Terry
was a good man. Insensitive?...yes, even selfish at times, but she knew
and never doubted that he loved her. She tried to focus on the happy
moments in her marriage, but every time she tried, images of she and
Jeremy would crowd them out, their naked bodies pounding together,
their screams as they writhed, their bodies entwined, in one orgasmic
explosion after another.

What of Amy and Mary Beth, she thought? Would she lose them too? She
should have asked Madame Leseur about them specifically. Did she stand
to lose everything, everyone who meant the most?

Deciding the price was just too high, Angilee resolved to try to forget
Jeremy, no forget was not the word, she could never forget what they
had shared that night. She would carry those memories forever, but she
told herself over and over that she must destroy the card with his
phone number and turn her full attention to husband and children,
return to her life as it was before, perhaps trying again with Terry to
find a more satisfying relationship, sexual and otherwise.

When she got home, there was a phone message from Terry. The company
was hosting a picnic that weekend for employees and their families. Was
this the opportunity of which the old woman had spoken, she wondered?
She busied herself with weeding the small garden she kept in the back
yard, but the images of two naked bodies in passionate embrace simply
would not leave her mind. In desperation, she hurried into the house
and to the bedroom where she opened the dresser drawer and withdrew the
card upon which was the number, the number which could open a whole new
world of romantic and erotic delights, a world she knew she could never
have with Terry, yet which would, at the same time, exact such a
terrible price. Finding a book of matches, she struck one and held it
under the corner of the card. As the corner first turned black and then
burst into flame, Jeremy's smiling face appeared in her mind, reaching
out to take her in her arms, smothering her in kisses, her naked body
opening to him and his mammoth phallus impaling her as she screamed in
unrestrained bliss.

Angilee awoke from her reverie in a start, quickly extinguishing the
flame with her finger. Making sure the number was still legible, she
held the card to her chest for a moment, her eyes closing in passionate
celebration. She then quickly placed the card back in the drawer and
returned to her gardening, determined to let the opportunities of which
the old woman had spoken determine her fate.

The picnic was a disaster. Rain turned the picnic grounds to mud, the
kids argued incessantly on the way home and Terry paid virtually no
attention when, later that night she modeled a very revealing piece of
lingerie she had bought, hoping to cap off the day with a renewed
sexual relationship with her husband. She retreated to their bedroom
and spent the evening reading, that is when she could keep her mind of
a certain young college student.

The next morning, Terry answered the phone while Angilee was in the
shower. As she was finishing dressing, Terry appeared at the door to
their bedroom.

"Mom called and asked if we and the kids could drive over to see her
and Dad today. Okay with you?"

The trip was only about an hour and Angilee had always liked Terry's
parents, so she was ready to accede when she realized that perhaps here
was the other opportunity which the Tarot had predicted.

"I'm really not feeling so hot today. Would you mind terribly if I beg
off?"

"That's Okay. I'll call them back and make it another time," he said.

"No don't do that. I know how much you want to see them and the girls
always enjoy it so. Why don't the three of you make it a day with
them."

"Are you sure?"

"Of course. I'll be fine, I just need to get rid of this headache I
woke up with."

"Well, if you're sure. We won't stay late. I'll have them back by nine.
I know you like to get them to bed early when they have school the next
day."

"No, it's all right. Amy didn't have any homework this weekend and Mary
Beth did hers yesterday after we got home from the picnic."

"Yeah, I'm sorry it was such a bust," he commented. "Perhaps we can
make some plans for next weekend."

"Yes...next weekend," she responded, but her thoughts were all focused
on this evening and a small card in her dresser.

******************************************

Terry and the kids had no more than pulled out of the driveway when
Angilee found herself racing to the bedroom. Breathlessly she withdrew
the card and picked up the cordless phone.

What am I doing, she thought? I have lied to my husband and children,
sending them away so I can...what? Screw a man ten years younger than
me. What is wrong with me?

But the card seemed to have a life of its own in her fingers and she
found herself unconsciously turning it over and over as her mind raced.
Obviously this was the opportunity the Tarot cards had predicted, but
the cards had also warned her of grave consequences. Yet the old woman
had said she would call. Perhaps it's another sign, she thought. The
Tarot said I would call, but what if he isn't there? Maybe that's how
fate will decide for me. If he doesn't answer, I will know I am fated
to make my life solely with Terry, but if he is there...

She dialed the number and heard the first ring. Her heart was pounding
as she heard the second ring. Angilee was torn, wanting to hear his
voice, yet wondering if it would be for the best if there was no answer
at all. What would be her fate?

The third ring and she realized she was was secretly hoping Jeremy
would pick up. The fourth, fifth and sixth rings brought no answer and
Angilee felt her eyes tearing with disappointment. Could she live with
what the fates were decreeing?

She had started to key the off button when she heard a click on the
other end.

"Hello," came the voice she would never forget.

"Jeremy, It's me Angilee. I want to see you again."


CHAPTER NINE

Angilee had been delighted when Jeremy told her that, although he had
made other plans for that evening, he would cancel them in order to
spend the evening with her. She was also puzzled, for when she had
explained that she would have to be home relatively early, Jeremy had
suggested they meet at a well known night club which catered to the
young crowd instead of at his apartment or a motel.

As she stepped from her car, she smiled slightly, feeling the silk of
the special panties Jeremy had asked her to wear, next to her. She had
tried several stores, but two did not have what she sought and most of
the lingerie shops were closed on Sunday. Desperate not to disappoint
him, she had finally worked up the courage to enter an "adult" shop
where she quickly found what she was looking for.

"Do you have anywhere I can change into these?" she asked after she had
made the purchase.

"Sure, right over there," said the man behind the counter, pointing to
a small rest room.

Angilee changed into the black, silk panties as quickly as possible. As
she was walking past the counter on the way out, she happened to glance
at a small security type monitor which the man had obviously been
watching. She gasped to recognize the shot was of the interior of the
rest room she had just visited. She whirled to see the man grinning at
her.

"Nice..." he smiled, "very nice."

Embarrassed as well as angered, Angilee had turned and almost run from
the store.

But now she was here, the panties felt absolutely sinful and Jeremy
joined her, taking her arm as they walked toward the front door of the
nightclub.

"I want you to know, these panties make me feel very naughty," she said
smiling.

"Before the evening is through, I plan on you feeling a lot more
naughty than that," he replied.

"If you would like, we could just go to your apartment," she whispered.

"Ah, but you'll remember I told you that each time we are together will
be a new and different adventure. I realize you may not care all that
much for the music, but then we aren't here to appreciate the finer
aspects of hard rock."

Two things struck Angilee as they entered the nightclub she had heard
about but never visited. First was the music. A DJ was playing hard
driving rock and roll into speakers which seemed to occupy most of the
ceiling and wall at a level which would make the noise level of a 747
at takeoff seem mild by comparison. It was obvious they would have to
shout at each other to be heard.

The second thing which took Angilee aback was how dark it was. The sole
illumination for the entire club came from a single strobe light
mounted in the middle of the ceiling and flashing for a millisecond
once every two to three seconds. The effect was almost total darkness,
punctuated by an intense flash which froze the scene, almost like a
still photograph, then quickly winked out only to repeat itself a
second or two later, creating a new snapshot which, before it could
actually be interpreted into coherent images, was gone. What Angilee
could determine was that the huge dance floor was crowded, mostly with
teens and very young adults, laughing, sometimes screaming in delight
as their bodies shook and turned to the tribal thumping.

They found a table along the periphery of the dance floor and shouted
their order to the waitress, who wore cut off jeans which showed lots
of cheek and a halter from which it looked she might spill out at any
moment.

"Now I see why you wanted to come here," yelled Angilee laughing.

"Actually I come here very seldom," he replied in her ear. "We have
come here tonight because of you."

"Me, but I don't even like rock all that much and certainly not at
these levels," she shouted back.

"As I said, we haven't come for the music," he smiled taking a sip from
his drink which the waitress delivered. The waitress made a show of
bending over the table to reach Angilee her drink, thereby giving
Jeremy a revealing view of her rear. Jeremy took no notice however and,
disappointed, the waitress left them alone.

Angilee finished her drink and scooted her chair closer to his.

"Actually, I was hoping we could be alone together," she said as coyly
as possible considering she had to raise her voice considerably even
though she was next to his ear.

"I promised you a new adventure and you shall have it. Care to dance?"

Angilee hadn't danced since high school. Terry had two left feet and so
they seldom went anywhere there was dancing.

"I'm rather out of practice," she said. "Perhaps you might want to
protect your feet, these heels can be lethal."

"I'll take my chances," he responded laughing, "besides, this should be
fun."

"Fun for whom?" she giggled in return.

"Both of us!" he said, taking her hand and leading her onto the dance
floor.

Angilee felt awkward at first, but it was impossible not to enjoy
herself with Jeremy and so before long she was moving her hips and body
seductively to the beat, their eyes meeting in each flash of the
strobe. She accepted another drink, yet kept dancing. She felt herself
shedding her inhibitions as others around them had obviously shed
theirs. As she began to lose herself in the rhythm, her moves became
much more suggestive. The drinks which kept coming, the overwhelming
din and most of all Jeremy's company were allowing her to feel a
freedom she had never known. Her hands went through her hair then
down to her blouse where she cupped her breasts as her body continued
its snake like movements. A hand groped her from behind and she quickly
moved closer to Jeremy.

"Enjoying yourself?" he asked, handing her her fifth drink of the
evening.

"More fun than I've had in a long, long time," she replied finishing
the drink in one large swallow.

Unaccustomed to drinking more than an occasional single cocktail,
Angilee began to sway a bit unsteadily.

Jeremy wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close to him. As the
bedlam continued he kissed her deeply, she melting in his strong arms.

"Oh Jeremy, let's go to your place!" she begged.

"No need," he said in her ear.

"But I want you inside me!" she pleaded.

"As I said, we don't need to leave," he repeated.

Puzzled, she saw him smile as his hands went to her hips and pulled her
hard against him. She felt his erection, huge and rock hard.

"Oh, no Jeremy, not here...I couldn't!"

"Why not?"

"All these people..."

"Won't see a thing. It's dark in here remember. And you can scream your
head off if you want. No one will notice."

Angilee was trying to fight through the alcohol and her yearning for
him, but unsuccessfully. She uttered a single, "No, we shouldn't," as
his hands began pulling her skirt to her waist. Her arms went around
his neck as his hands found the top of her new panties and slid
beneath, squeezing the bare flesh of her cheeks.

"Oh Jeremy!" she cried as he guided her hands down momentarily long
enough to unzip the fly of his pants. Her hands came back up around his
neck and she gasped as she felt his manhood escape his pants and rest
against her.

Around them the music seemed to become louder and the crowd even more
raucous as Angilee, still moving to the beat of the music, spread her
legs slightly.

No one seemed to notice when the lovely auburn haired thirty-two year
old screamed as her body was entered through the pair of crotchless
panties she wore. Her leg came up and around him as she sought to take
him deeper. Angilee knew now why Jeremy had wanted to meet at the club
where it was dark and loud. She also now knew why he had wanted her to
wear the panties which would allow him to take her as stood humping him
wildly on the dance floor.

"Ever had it standing up?" he asked, sinking himself into her deeper
with each thrust timed to the beat of the music.

"No! Never!" she gasped, now only peripherally aware that they were
copulating in the middle of a crowded dance floor. Her complete,
alcohol fogged, attention was solely upon what was driving deeper
inside her each moment as they still swayed to the music and her body
responded predictably to her lover"s shaft. Angilee's grunts and whines
seemed lost in the darkness and noise and her body, reason having
deserted her, shook and humped wildly as she felt the magic moment
approaching.

Totally unaware that several couples had ceased dancing and were now
laughing, applauding, and cheering her efforts, Angilee's body wrested
complete control away from her and she orgasmed, screaming as she did
so, shaking amid grunts and groans of pleasure. Although she did not
faint, Angilee's eyes rolled back in her head and she, her legs
trembling and unable to support her, collapsed in Jeremy's strong arms.

The music continued as did the other dancers, their momentary
entertainment over.

"Want more?" he asked as her eyes tried to focus and she dimly became
aware of her surroundings.

"You know I do, a lot more," she implored, her speech slightly slurred.

"Your wish is my command," he laughed as the music segued into a new
even more raucous pounding of drums, synthesizer and tortured electric
guitars.

Jeremy turned her so he was now behind her. Angilee was again trying to
move seductively to the music although her movements were becoming
uncoordinated from both the alcohol and the aftermath of the monstrous
orgasm.

In the strobe flash she saw a hand reaching toward her from the
darkness. The next moment her blouse was ripped open and hands from
three directions held her fast.

"Wha...?" she started to question when another hand from the darkness
unsnapped her skirt and it fell to the floor. Several couples had again
stopped to watch as, laughing, they saw the woman's blouse disappear
completely and she stood now in only bra and very brief panties. They
were about to find out how brief. She turned back looking for Jeremy,
but each flash of the strobe brought only new laughing faces and hands,
hands which reached from behind to unclasp her bra .

"Wait...no! " she pleaded as she saw now only a sea of men and women
closing around her, laughing and leering as her bra was swept away and
her breasts fell free, her nipples standing erect. Still the music
played and still there was dancing and movement around her as Angilee
fought futilely to break free.

"Don't fight it Angilee, go with it," she heard Jeremy say from behind
her. She tried to turn but as she did so a large man, older, she saw
when his face was briefly illuminated, approached and began fondling
her breasts and nipples.

Despite her trepidation, Angilee felt her body respond, her sensitive
nipples sending a current of erotic pleasure throughout her. She felt
an erection pressing against her rear.

"Jeremy?" she cried.

"I'm here Angilee," she heard, but the voice was now off to the side.

A woman's face appeared momentarily, pretty, laughing, then was gone by
the next flash, but as a young man's face appeared from the darkness,
Angilee gasped as a soft and gentle tongue slipped through her panties
and began lapping at her labial lips. She was going to close her legs,
but she realized they too were being, not only held, but pulled further
apart as the unknown woman's soft tongue reached the mound that, once
stimulated, Angilee knew she could not resist.

"No...please," she whined, but she offered no real resistance as the
tongue found its target and Angilee's body responded with a visible
shiver.

"Oh...Oh...Ohhhhhhhhhh!" she cried as other hands touched her and the
music seemed to reach a crescendo.

"Give yourself to the moment Angilee," she heard Jeremy's voice
implore. "You're here to receive pleasure. Give in, let it happen!"

Angilee looked down and in the next flash, saw the young woman looking
up at her as her tongue continued its unbelievable stimulation. It was
the same girl whose face had been close to hers only moments ago.

"Oh Jeremy, it feels so good!" she cried.

"Then don't deny yourself," she heard him say above the raucous music
and laughter. More couples were stopping now to watch as Angilee, any
last vestige of modesty and decorum gone with the alcohol and Jeremy's
urgings, began humping the girl's mouth.

Her audience began applauding and urging her on as she cried out with
pleasure.

"Oh God! Oh God...YES!" she screamed as the climax swept over her, the
arms which had been restraining her now supporting her as her knees
buckled.

Quickly, before even catching her breath, Angilee was spun about and
the lips of a handsome Chicano were covering hers. He was quickly into
her and although not as large as Jeremy, displayed an amazing rhythm in
thrusting which had Angilee coming again in mere moments. He backed
away, his semen hot inside her. Another face appeared out of the
flashing darkness and again she was taken and again she and her
anonymous lover climaxed only to be replaced by yet another smiling
face and eager penis. Not only no longer resistant, Angilee was
enthusiastically changing partners now, accepting each sexual gift with
utter abandon, achieving climax with each new hot shaft. The music grew
louder, the tempo of the music increased and so did the rapidity with
which Angilee was changing sexual partners in the mind shattering
clamorous darkness as she gave herself completely to the supercharged
eroticism of the moment. After countless such encounters and as a tall
older man was withdrawing from her, leaving her breathless, she heard a
male voice from behind her.

"Something a bit different?"

Angilee nodded in her eager assent, her sexual cravings not yet
satisfied.

As yet another handsome man approached her from the front, Angilee felt
strong hands from behind pull her panties completely down and off.
Except for the high heels, she now stood totally naked on the dance
floor. The lips of the man in front found hers, his arms went round her
and Angilee was lifted from the floor, her feet dangling. As his shaft
entered her, she felt another man embrace her from behind, his penis
rubbing up and down in the cleavage between her cheeks.

"How about both ways at once?" the man behind her suggested in her ear.

In answer, Angilee, now suspended and pressed between the two men,
reached back with both hands and pulled open her cheeks, exposing her
tight small hole.

"Yes! I want it!" she screamed into the musical cacophony as the man's
lance found its target and Angilee Carver, thirty-two year old
housewife and mother of two began humping uncontrollably as her body
was sandwiched and impaled by the two men. Several couples were now
becoming aware of the sexual mini orgy taking place in the middle of
the dance floor and were stopping to crowd around and watch and cheer
on Angilee and her partners.

One, twice, three times she came before both men emptied their semen
into her tight and satisfying orifices. Amid applause from the
onlookers, Angilee was lowered back to the floor. Literally too
fatigued to stand, she felt a pair of strong familiar arms lift and
carry her to a dark corner of the club.

Jeremy handed her her skirt and the remains of her blouse, missing all
the buttons on the front and with one sleeve almost torn off.

"I'm afraid I couldn't locate your bra or panties. No doubt they were
picked up as souvenirs."

Angilee, her head beginning to clear from the alcoholic fog, and some
semblance of reason returning, looked at her handsome lover as she
dressed.

"Jeremy, I can't believe I..."

"What? Had fun? Accepted pleasure as well as giving it?"

She was silent, pensive as they left and approached her car in the dark
parking lot.

"You must think me a slut," she opined, looking into his eyes.

"Nothing of the kind. You're a beautiful and loving woman. It's just
that you have an urgent need. Tonight you were able to satisfy that
need."

"But I can't keep doing this!"

"Of course you can. As long as you're discrete, no one needs to know
and I am more than happy to satisfy those needs."

"You know you've opened Pandora's box," Angilee said seriously.

"And Angilee's box as well," he smiled, enjoying the pun. "And now that
the box is open you will find there are many ways to fill it."

"Then...I can call you again?"

"Of course," he laughed, "anytime you want."

She kissed him deeply, then turned to unlock the car door.

"There is just one more thing," he said, Angilee turning back to him.

His hands pulled her skirt up around her waist, Angilee quickly
unzipped his fly and he was into her, her leg coming up to wrap around
him, pulling him more closely against her as she felt the hard metal of
the car against her back.

"Jeremy," she moaned 

He stifled her scream with a kiss as they both found sexual ecstasy at
the same moment.

"Call me," he said as the breathless woman slid behind the wheel of her
car.

"I will," she answered as he kissed her lightly and she, reluctantly,
pulled away and out of the lot.

She felt his semen oozing from her vagina as she drove home.

"What is happening to me? she thought ....and smiled.


CHAPTER TEN

The next few days were a slow torture for the auburn haired housewife.
The days seemed to crawl by as her thoughts were constantly on Jeremy
and her sexual adventure at the nightclub. She yearned for another
chance to see her young lover, but none materialized. Although Terry's
shift did not end until four a.m., she had the girls with her
constantly from the time they returned from school. There simply was
not a time when she could get free. She toyed with the thought of
getting a baby sitter for an evening, but how would she explain it to
Terry? Her frustrations grew as each day came and went without the
opportunity to see and experience the unimaginable pleasures Jeremy
could give her.

On Wednesday morning after getting the kids off to school, Angilee was
sitting at the breakfast table having coffee when Terry came in and sat
down opposite her.

The question was innocent sounding enough, but her head snapped up in
response.

"Angilee, honey, what did you do last Sunday, while the kids and I were
over at Mom and Dad's?"

"Nothing much," she lied, angst beginning to build, "just took a long
nap and when my headache felt better, I did a little work in the
garden. Why?" she asked, trying not to let Terry know her heart was in
her throat.

"Well, it's the damnedest thing. Wally Sheppard, you remember Wally and
Susan?"

"Yes," she replied remembering the couple from the company picnic and
an outing or two at the park.

"And you remember their daughter?"

"Yes...Sherry isn't it? She must be getting ready to graduate high
school this year."

"Yeah, that's her. Well, Wally told me that last Sunday evening, Sherry
and two of her friends used fake IDs to get into a nightclub across
town. I think it's called the Peeled Onion."

Angilee was having trouble swallowing.

"Did they get caught?" she asked still trying to affect complete
ignorance.

"Yeah, Wally got a call from another parent and went to the club. He
caught them coming out about closing time."

"Kids!" exclaimed Angilee, her nerves on edge because she sensed that
was not the end of the story.

"Here's the crazy part," he said, "after they got home, Sherry not only
admitted to the whole thing, but said there were some pretty wild
things which happened earlier in the evening."

"What kinds of things?"

"Well, she said there was a woman who took off all her clothes and
screwed about a dozen men, right there in the middle of the dance
floor."

"I'd say Wally and Susan will keep a tighter rein on Sherry from now
on. But of course," said Angilee trying to be nonchalant, "you know how
teenage girls like to overdramatize, even make things up to throw their
parents off balance."

"You haven't heard it all," he continued, "Sherry admitted that it was
dark and they only had one of those ...what do you call it?...strobe
lights going, but she swore the woman was you !"

"Me?" laughed Angilee, walking over to pour another cup of coffee so
she would not have to look Terry in the eyes. "Wow! she must have a
great opinion of me, to put me into such a wild story."

"But that's just it. She hardly knows you. Why would she make up such a
story about you?"

"Who knows? You know how kids love to shock adults. I mean, maybe
something like that did happen and maybe the woman might have looked
like me, but you said it was dark."

"Yeah, that's true. but she swore it was you."

"Well the next time I stage an orgy at a nightclub, I'll be sure to let
you know," she said flippantly, trying to dismiss the matter.

Terry's face showed he wanted to believe her, yet there was still
doubt.

"Tell you what," she smiled coyly, "come on up to the bedroom. I'll
turn off the lights, put on some dance music and we can have our own
little orgy."

He grinned and followed her upstairs, where Angilee quickly seduced
him. She was amazed at herself, for while Terry was again quick to
reach climax, Angilee had already learned enough from Jeremy about how
to pleasure her own body, that she actually had a mini orgasm of her
own before Terry finished; not the earthshaking, mind blowing eruptions
she had with Jeremy and the other men at the club, but she found
herself doubly pleased, first that she had achieved orgasm with Terry,
the first time in years, and secondly and more importantly, she had
successfully defused a situation which could have been disastrous. She
was still shaken, however, as Terry left the bedroom. How could she
have been that stupid? To go to a public nightclub, strip and have sex
in plain view of others? There is too much at stake, she told herself,
this has to stop.


CHAPTER ELEVEN

The next week and a half passed slowly even though school finished for
the year and the kids were now home all the time. Angilee told herself
it was better this way. Without any chance at all to meet Jeremy, fate
had again stepped in and decided for her.

All that was to change two days later, however, when Amy and Mary Beth
came home from playing with their friends to announce that Trish, their
best friend, was going to attend a summer church camp for two weeks and
wanted them to come along. The girls begged and pleaded to both Angilee
and their father. Angilee's resistance was twofold.She argued they were
simply too young to attend any kind of camp for such an extended stay
(the girls had never been away from Angilee and Terry for more than one
night), but her silent motive was that she knew with the girls away,
old yearnings would surface. She had not been able to resist in the
past. Could she now?

Finally, however, even Terry came around to the girl's side and Angilee
had to agree that the girls would only be twenty-five miles away and
that she and Terry could drive up to the camp during the first weekend
to visit them.

So, reluctantly, she gave in and two days later she and Terry watched
as the bus pulled out of sight. The house seemed hollow without the
sounds of their two "munchkins", but it was later that evening, after
Terry left for work, which Angilee knew would be hardest.

She kissed him good-bye, as usual, and settled down to endure an empty
house and a lonely evening.She tried reading and then watching TV, but
her mind would simply not comprehend what lay on the page or the
screen. She tried calling Donna, but there was no answer. Her eyes
fastened on the phone. No, she thought, look what almost happened the
last time. I can't. I just can't take that kind of chance. She fixed
herself a sandwich, but tasted nothing as her thoughts were only of one
thing, a young man, his body and the excitement he brought her. She
picked up the phone, then set it down. No, she told herself, I have to
be strong. She paced, even tried masturbation, but the feelings of her
own fingers, though pleasant, could not rival what lay waiting at the
end of a simple phone call and so, not only did she find no release,
rather her yearning for sexual fulfillment grew even stronger. Her hand
reached for the phone,then withdrew. Can't, mustn't, she kept repeating
to herself as she cradled the phone in her hand. Maybe he's not home,
she said to herself as she dialed the number now etched into her
memory.

"Hello."

"Jeremy, I need you!"

**********************************************

The next evening she entered the small, out of the way, restaurant .
When she had explained her near miss with Terry, Jeremy had suggested
the restaurant which lay some fifteen miles north of town. She would
have preferred leaving on the sunglasses she wore, but in the dimly lit
restaurant, they would probably attract even more attention,
advertising the fact that she was trying to remain incognito.

As she removed the glasses, she caught sight of Jeremy, sitting in a
large back booth with three stunningly beautiful women. He saw her and
motioned for her to join them.

The woman to Jeremy's right was Asian. Though petite, she had a figure
to kill for, thought Angilee. The classic angular features and high
cheek bones set her apart as not only attractive, but a woman of
exceptional beauty. She wore a silky oriental print dress. A flower
adorned her long, straight, jet black hair. Her lips pursed as her eyes
drank in Angilee's face and body.

The woman on the other side of Jeremy was Black. Her chocolate skin was
creamy smooth, her face lovely. She wore her hair short and, she too,
was possessed of an hour glass figure, the low cut white dress she wore
revealing ample cleavage.

The first two women Angilee guessed were in their mid twenties. The
third women was a bit older, thought the housewife, perhaps her mid
forties, even though the White woman was still possessed of the looks
which would turn heads. Her blonde trusses were cut short, her face
soft and rounded and she wore a gown instead of a dress, giving her an
even more sophisticated aura. Her body, though older than the other
two, was tanned and one like which, Angilee hoped, she could possess
ten years from now.

"Angilee, I'd like you to meet Ling, Sharlane and Madame Penelope."

"Hello," said Angilee, shaking hands with each of the women and feeling
a sexual electricity from each one as her hand was held and slightly
squeezed.

Angilee sat next to Ling and they ordered.

"Jeremy has been telling us what a woman you are," smiled the older
woman.

Angilee's mouth dropped open.

"I...I..."

"It's all right dear, you're among friends," said the blonde.

"And they are the reason I invited you here this evening," chuckled
Jeremy.

"Angilee looked from Penelope to Sharlane to Ling.

"I...that is just for a few moments the other night...but I've
never..."

"Oh don't worry honey," said the Madame, "We're here to give you more
than a mere tumble with three women."

"I don't..." started Angilee.

"You see," interrupted Penelope, "while these two do work for
my...agency, the three of us have something else in common."

Angilee's puzzled expression was met with the blonde nodding to Ling
who took Angilee's hand beneath the table and rested it in her lap.

Angilee visibly jumped to the amusement of everyone else at the table
to discover an erection straining against Ling's dress.

"You mean all three of you...?

The women all smiled in the affirmative as Angilee brought her hand
quickly back to her own lap.

"I'm sorry..." she stammered, "but I really don't think..."

"Don't knock it till you've tried it," whispered Ling in Angilee's ear,
nibbling on her ear lobe.

Angilee looked to Jeremy, discomfort in her eyes.

"I told you each time would be an adventure, but you have to be willing
to immerse yourself in the new and different," he said.

"I don't bite...much!" breathed Ling as her hand found Angilee's thigh
and began a slow journey upward.

Angilee was nonplused yet excited as her eyes met Ling's and each drank
in the other. The housewife felt her temperature rising as Ling's
fingers were working their way past the hem of the short summer print
dress which Angilee wore.

"Please..." pleaded Angilee softly, "I'm...I'm not sure i can do this."

"Plenty of time for that later," smiled Penelope as the food arrived
and Ling's hand disappeared, leaving Angilee momentarily relieved yet
with a growing sense of anticipation.

*********************************************

After a delicious meal, Jeremy and the three women had proceeded her to
his apartment, so there was soft music and candle light when Angilee
arrived. Ling handed her a glass of wine, her hand lingering on
Angilee's and her eyes sending a clear message to the housewife who had
to avert her eyes from the intense erotic stare.

Jeremy danced with Angilee, holding her closely as they swayed to the
romantic strains. She whispered in his ear so as not to be overheard.

"Jeremy, I'm not too sure of this. Are they...women? or men?"

"Actually both," came Penelope's voice from close behind her as the
older woman broke in and began dancing with the startled younger woman.
Angilee had not realized she was within earshot.

"I'm...I'm sorry. I didn't mean to..."

It's all right, honey. We accept our difference...and make the most of
it."

"But what..."

"Are we?" Penelope finished it for her. "We are hermaphrodites. As you
will discover shortly, we have both a penis and vagina."

"You...you had an operation?" asked Angilee in her naivete.

"No, honey. Transsexuals are people who change their sex with an
operation. We were born the way we are."

Penelope held Angilee closer and the young woman could feel the
erection through both Penelope's and her own dress.

"We can pleasure both men and women. That's one reason our services are
in great demand."

"Then you're..."

"Professionals," Penelope said smiling coyly. "Ling and Sharlane work
for me."

"And we're very good at what we do," said the beautiful Black, offering
Angilee another glass of wine and cutting in.

"But how do you know Jeremy?"

"Jeremy has hired us to see that you have a good time tonight...a very
good time!"

Angilee emptied the glass as Sharlane also pulled her tightly, a full
erection straining at her dress.

"I bet you've never had a triple, have you?" smiled Sharlane.

"I assume we're not talking baseball here," replied the embarrassed
housewife.

"A triple," whispered Ling in her ear as she broke in, her hand
grasping Angilee's buttocks gently but firmly, "is where each one of us
gets to pick a hole and fill it."

Angilee's mouth dropped open from both astonishment and erotic
titillation. Her third glass of wine now empty, Angilee was beginning
to feel the same sense of freedom and detachment she had experienced at
the nightclub. She was still not totally comfortable with the idea of
sex with these...women? but she was fascinated to see that in every way
except the bulge in their crotch, Ling, Sharlane and Penelope each
appeared to be every inch a voluptuous woman. Perhaps that was why she
still felt a degree of discomfort. Aside from the brief encounter at
the nightclub, Angilee had never even thought about sex with another
woman, but as she downed her fourth glass of wine, the idea of sex with
these women seemed less repellent and, in fact, began to stir her
sensual curiosity. Jeremy sat on the couch as the three women stood
surrounding Angilee, one dancing with her as another kissed the back of
her neck and the other's hands began exploring her body. Angilee was
weaving a bit as Ling's face drew close, her eyes boring into
Angilee's.

"I've never pleasured a woman as beautiful as you," breathed the Asian.

Angilee's heart began beating wildly, her breathing rapid and shallow.

"I bet you have beautiful breasts. Do you have beautiful breasts,
Angilee?" whispered the Almond eyed beauty.

"I...I...Ohhhhhh" breathed the housewife, as Sharlane's hands reached
around from behind and cupped her breasts as Ling smothered her in a
powerful kiss, Angilee's mouth surrendering to the Asian's probing
tongue.

"Seems a shame to hid them," remarked Penelope as Ling's hands reached
around to unsnap the back of Angilee's dress. Other hands slowly pulled
the dress off her shoulders and down to her midriff.

Angilee, very high from the wine and, surrounded, could not have
resisted if she had wanted. However, the three were indeed
professionals and had obviously seduced women on many occasions as
their erotic whispers, tight embraces and roving hands soon had Angilee
gasping for breath, her body temperature soaring and her nest dripping
wet.

As Sharlane unsnapped her bra and slid it from her, Ling's mouth and
tongue found one breast while Penelope's found the other.

"They're beautiful, Angilee!" whispered Ling, then returned her tongue
to the soft mound.

Angilee moaned as her nipples stiffened and Sharlane slid her dress
down and off. Ling's and Penelope's hands continued to explore as
Sharlane loosened the straps of her high heels and Angilee willingly
stepped out of them. Clad now only in a bright purple thong, Angilee's
body began to squirm as the women continued their irresistible
seduction.

"Is your little pussy as beautiful as your breasts?" breathed Ling.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh," was all Angilee could answer as her breathing had now
become a series of rapid pants.

Hands played in and out of her thong, momentarily finding her labial
lips, sending jolts of eroticism through the now helpless, writhing
woman.

"Are you tight, Angilee?" asked Ling in her ear, her fingers playing in
Angilee's nest hair, darting in and out of her soaking nest. "I love it
when a woman is tight."

"How about back here, sugar?" asked Sharlane, her finger resting on
Angilee's anus. "Would you like me to fuck you in the ass?"

"Show us what you have, Angilee! Give us a good look at what you want
us to fill," implored Ling.

Angilee was by now nearly mindless with sexual craving. Her body was
writhing constantly as he gulped for air. Her hands quickly slid the
thong down and off.

"Please!!!!" she cried, as the three stood back to admire her nude
body.

"Show us Angilee," repeated Ling.

All sense of propriety vanished, Angilee dropped to floor, grabbed her
ankles, spread her legs and brought them high over her head exposing
her most intimate privates to the three strangers.

In but a moment, the three were all over her, kissing, touching and
whispering in her ear driving her to even greater need, her body now
shaking visibly as Angilee was rapidly losing all control.

"What would you like us to do, Angilee?" implored Ling.

"Please!!!!" was all the housewife could utter.

"Please, what, Angilee?" teased the Asian.

"Please!!!!!" cried the helpless woman, writhing in agony, her body now
thrusting.

"Tell us what you want, Angilee," commanded Ling as the three women
stood up, quickly shed all their clothing and stood over Angilee, their
erections full and throbbing.

"I want it!!!! Please, I want it!!!!"

"What do you want, Angilee?"

"I want you to FUCK ME!!!!" she cried.

"Want it in your pussy/" asked Ling.

"YES!!!!!"

"Want it in your ass?" asked Sharlane.

"YES!!!!!"

"And how about that sweet little mouth of yours? Think you could suck
this off?" asked Penelope, holding her erection over Angilee's face.

"YES!!!! PLEASE!!!!GIVE ME A TRIPLE!!!!!! I WANT IT ALL !!!!!!!!"

Ling was on her back in an instant. Angilee lowered herself hurriedly
onto Ling's phallus, burying it in her. She moaned as she began moving
up and down, using her body to stroke the shaft within her. Sharlane
applied the lubricant and after easing the head past Angilee's anal
lips, plunged into the woman with a powerful thrust, burying herself
completely in the small dark orifice. Angilee screamed with the pain of
such a sudden and massive invasion, but her lustful needs were so
great, her humping, first down onto Ling and then backward to accept
Sharlane's anal gift actually increased.

"Here honey, suck this off!" said Penelope as she approached with cock
in hand. Angilee opened her mouth wide to accept the phallic gift and
began sucking, humping and thrusting as indeed, all her orifices were
filled to the maximum and her body sought the release which each could
provide.

Jeremy watched with amused interest as the three women seemed to devour
the petite housewife, her body being first thrusted into, then rammed
full of raging, throbbing cock. One orgasm followed another as
Angilee's body could not seem to get enough of the three. Her screams
of ecstasy were swallowed by the phallus now thrusting well down her
throat. Angilee felt another orgasm sweep over her and another and
another.

her body, violently spasming was quickly exhausted, yet the reaming of
her body continued until, finally, first Sharlane, then Ling and
finally Penelope filled her with semen, Angilee swallowing as quickly
as she could as she felt the shafts in her nest and anus shoot their
hot seed into her bowels and womb.

"That was...that was...wonderful," she panted, trying to regain her
breath as the three withdrew and again stood over her.

"How about something even better?" asked Ling.

"I can't imagine anything could top that," replied the thirty-two year
old.

The three looked to Jeremy who, smiling, left the couch and lay in the
middle of the floor, his phallus long and straight in the air.

"You've had a triple. How would you like a quadruple?" asked Ling.

"I...I can't imagine what ..."

"Come here Angilee," directed Jeremy gently. She moved to him, lowering
herself onto him, his massive shaft disappearing slowly into her
vagina, her eyes closing as her body felt him fill her completely.

"Hmmmmm," she sighed in contentment.

"One," said Ling.

Penelope bent her over onto Jeremy's chest and eased into her anus.

"That's two," counted the Asian beauty.

"Ohhhhh...Yes!" breathed Angilee as she felt the shaft invade her
rectum.

When Angilee looked up, Sharlane was on her knees, her legs straddling
Jeremy's head.

"Ever sucked a black cock?" asked the Black woman.

Angilee nodded negatively.

"Then you've got a real treat coming," Sharlane stated, grabbing
Angilee by the hair and pulling her to her waiting penis.

"Open up sugar!" she directed.

Angilee's mouth had no more than opened until it was filed with
Sharlane's nine inches. Angilee immediately began licking and sucking
as she had done for Penelope earlier.

"Three," pronounced Ling. "And now for the piece de resistance."

Penelope stood, now straddling Angilee's hips as she continued to fill
her rear with a sizable cock and pulling Angilee further over onto
Jeremy's chest, Sharlane's rod still in her mouth and throat. Ling
straddled Jeremy's legs and scooted behind and under Penelope until she
could bring her penis first against Jeremy's scrotum and then against
the point at which his phallus was embedded in Angilee.

"Oh God ...NO!" He's already too big for me. You'll rip me apart!"
screamed Angilee before Sharlane filled her mouth again.

"Relax honey," said Penelope. "You can do it."

"No...No...I can't" cried Angilee as she felt Ling's penis begin a
steady push.

"You've got her filled up pretty well, but we'll manage," said Ling to
Jeremy as Angilee felt the head of Ling's rod begin to pry a small
opening between Jeremy's lance and Angilee's vaginal lips.

"Oh Ling, please!!!!!! It hurts!!!!"

"Only for a moment, honey," Penelope encouraged, "Once she's inside you
too, you'll love it."

"But it hurts so bad!!!!!" cried Angilee.

"Shut up you little bitch," commanded Ling, "all three of us have had
quads and none of us whined as much as you!"

Angilee was shocked by the rebuke, which she did not realize at first,
was designed to distract her as the head of Ling's penis slipped past
her labial lips and entered her vagina.

Her scream was swallowed by Sharlane's rod. Angilee's body jumped in
pain, but strong arms held her in place as Ling eased another inch or
two into her already overstretched vagina.

"Now Angilee, you've got two cocks in your pussy at once. How does it
feel to have two of us fucking that tight little pussy at the same
time? " asked Ling.

"Ohhhhhhhh!!!!" moaned Angilee in erotic pain.

"And I've got your little ass full of cock as well," teased Penelope as
she felt both Ling's and Jeremy's shafts against her own, separated
only by the thinnest wall of flesh.

"Ohhhhhhhh!!!!!" groaned the auburn haired beauty again, this time her
mind as well as body beginning to respond to the mental as well as
physical stimulation.

"Come on Angilee, hump it, take it all!" encouraged Ling. "Get two
cocks deep inside you!"

Angilee could resist no longer. She thrusted heavily onto the twin
lances and felt Ling's penis, although not as long as Jeremy's, bury up
in her womb.

"Ohhhhhhhhh!!!!!" she cried again, but this time in erotic pleasure as
her nipples hardened, Penelope thrust powerfully into her anus and
Sharlane gave her an instant lesson in deep throating.

Her emotions as well as body were simply overwhelmed and Angilee
experienced a monstrous orgasm. But the other four had only begun and
Angilee felt every bodily orifice reamed until, her heart beating
wildly as she humped them without restraint, her orgasms began to come
in multiples. Now her entire body was in constant spasm as no sooner
would one climax sweep over her until another began.

"COME IN ME!!!" she shouted, "ALL OF YOU!!! PLEASE, COME IN ME!!!!!"

As if in response to her plea, Ling climaxed, shooting hot semen into
her womb, followed closely by Sharlane who filled her throat, Angilee
swallowing as quickly as she could, yet some of the precious
reproductive fluid seeping from the corner of her mouth and dripping
from her chin as Jeremy and Penelope's orgasms were virtually
simultaneous, Jeremy's seed mixing with Ling's and the older woman
filling the housewife's bowels.

All four women slumped onto the floor, joining Jeremy in exhaustion
until breathing and heartbeats began to return to normal. Within
minutes Jeremy and the other women had each traded places and again
Angilee's body was filled as never before, the five pleasuring each
other to climax. Again there was a trading of positions as to whom
would fill which of Angilee's orifices and the sexual feast would begin
again. Through the evening, each of her partners filled each of her
deliciously tight holes at least once and sometimes twice in every
conceivable combination. At long last, as Jeremy completed the latest
quad by climaxing in her anus, Angilee fell forward in utter
exhaustion.

"...No...more...I can't take any more!" she moaned as the others stood
and looked down at her, smiling.

"You're good, Angilee...very good!" smiled Penelope.

"...I...never realized..." gasped Angilee, still catching her breath.

"That you could take four cocks at once? Not only take them, but fuck
like a snake while doing it," said the older woman. "Most women can't
last half as long as you did!"

The thirty-two year old rolled over to sit up on some pillows as the
others sat near her.

"Come to work for me Angilee," said Penelope.

"What?" replied the stunned housewife.

"Oh you can sill live with your husband if you want. I can arrange
dates for you while he's at work, or, I can set you up with your own
apartment."

Ling, who was sitting next to Angilee, brought her hand up to cup the
breast of the young woman and breathed seductively, "You could share
the apartment with Sharlane and me. We could have a lot of fun when we
weren't servicing clients."

Angilee's eyes and mouth were wide open in shock.

"No, I...no I couldn't!"

"The money is good Angilee. I'll even let you pick your dates for the
first few times, until you get used to..."

"To being a..." Angilee stammered.

"Call girl? Prostitute? Hooker? Whore? We're called a lot of things
Angilee and you know what? We just laugh, all the way to the bank."

"You don't understand. This evening was fantastic. I've never
experienced anything like what the four of you gave me here tonight...I
may never again. But I'm married, I have a family!"

"Don't say no. Just say you'll think about it. You see, I'm going to
retire soon," said Penelope. "I'm selling the business, and another
girl in my stable, especially a wildcat like you, will up my asking
price considerably."

"There's really nothing to think about..." started Angilee.

"Ah, ah, ah," smiled Ling, "just think about those four cocks in you,
any time you want!"

"You make it tempting," laughed Angilee, "but I'm afraid I just
couldn't."

"Suit yourself, but this means we'll both be missing out on a good
thing," smiled Penelope ruefully.

The three other women departed and Jeremy escorted Angilee to her car.

"I've never been so..." she searched for the word.

"Sated?"

"Yes, I feel as if I've experienced everything there is to experience."

"Just wait until next time."

"Yes...next time," she breathed as he leaned in and kissed her.

On the way home Angilee's mind worked overtime imagining the
possibilities.


CHAPTER TWELVE

The next afternoon, after Terry had left for work, Angilee sat drinking
a cup of coffee, railing at herself.

How could I have come up with such a lame excuse? she wondered. When
Terry had crawled into bed last night, he had actually awakened her and
tried to initiate sex, something he rarely did. She had begged off,
claiming she was just too sleepy, when, in reality, every orifice of
her body was so sore she could not have endured any form of
penetration, even Terry's small offering. That, she told herself was
bad enough, but when she had come down to fix breakfast this morning,
Terry could not help but notice how gingerly she moved, the pleasures
of last night making any movement this morning agonizing. When he had
inquired as to why she was walking in such a manner, Angilee, caught
off guard and on the spur of the moment, had related that she had been
gardening yesterday evening and fallen back on a garden rake. The story
sounded fishy, even to Angilee as she was telling it and she could tell
it was not very convincing for Terry either. His eyes had held
suspicion for a moment but then the moment passed and they were talking
of other things. Yet, Angilee chided herself for not having a better 
story prepared.

The housewife realized that she had already told a series of lies to
her husband and therefore, indirectly, to her children as well. She had
always detested lying and now found herself the epitome of hypocrisy as
well as prevarication. But she also realized that the excitement and
sexual satisfaction which Jeremy and his friends provided was simply
more than she could resist. Jeremy not only promised her so very much,
he delivered on those promises.

So it was only two nights later that Angilee found herself in his
apartment once again, this time with Jeremy and Ling. Angilee felt a
tinge of disappointment as she wondered how the two of them could
possibly excite her like twice their number had done only a few nights
before. But as Angilee had discovered the other evening, Ling was an
extremely sensual woman and in only minutes had Angilee in such an
aroused state that she offered only token objection to being given an
enema. Twice Ling allowed her to visit the bathroom to clear her bowels
before filling her a third time and having the housewife stand and
"perform". Her wine glass was refilled several times, releasing her
inhibitions and filling her bladder, at which point, she was given
another enema and directed to maintain control while Jeremy filled her
nest while Ling did the same to her rectum. The pressure from bowels
and bladder increased her sexual need for release and as Angilee
climaxed, she could control neither, and emptied her body in a mindless
orgiastic expulsion of sexual release and body fluids. She found
herself begging for more and so the process was repeated at least five
more times with Ling and Jeremy trading orifices each time.

Again, Angilee found herself driving home, sated and reveling in her
newest sexual adventure.

Over the weekend she and Terry visited the kids at camp and although
Amy and Mary Beth were their usual jubilant and enthusiastic selves,
Terry seemed distant and pensive, especially on the drive home.

The following Tuesday, after another romantic dinner, Jeremy took her
to a large estate several miles from town. She was introduced to
Mistress Rena, a beautiful middle aged woman dressed in black leather.
Angilee felt a tinge of discomfort as she detected a look of sadistic
lust in the woman, but with Jeremy present, she offered no resistance
when the woman demanded she disrobe. The obedient housewife was tied
across a padded footstool where she was disciplined with a leather
riding drop, crying out each time leather met bare flesh.

"Are you ready?" demanded the woman.

"Ready? For what?" asked Angilee, her buttocks still burning.

"Ready to have your nest and rear filled as I dare say they have never
been filled before."

"I'm not sure," cried Angilee, noting the sadistic glee in the woman's
voice.

"Then we have to make sure you are!" pronounced the woman in black,
bringing the crop viscously across Angilee's unprepared labial lips.

Her scream for Jeremy brought only another viscous, well aimed blow.

"He can't help you now! You belong to me for the remainder of the
evening and I intend to see you get something you've never had before
while I get to watch your naked little body writhe in agony and
ecstasy! I ask again, are you ready?"

"Please!" cried Angilee, becoming truly alarmed for the first time.

Three more blows across her labia and anus brought hysterical screams
from the thirty-two year old, tears flowing freely.

"Are you ready?"

Angilee could take no more. She had to trust that Jeremy would not
allow the woman to really hurt her, but the stinging pain the woman was
inflicting was simply unbearable. Three more blows and Angilee's head
dropped in subservience.

"Yes! Yes, I'm ready!!!" she cried, willing to say anything at this
point to stop the torturous whip.

"Better, my dear. Now I want you to meet Gerhardt."

A servant brought in a large Wolf hound.

"My God, NO!" screamed Angilee as the mistress led the dog behind her.
His paws were covered with pads, but he had obviously been prepped, his
penis was already unsheathed and ready. He quickly sniffed at Angilee's
exposed anus and vagina and mounted her easily.

"Gerhardt has had many human bitches like you. Let's see what kind of
ride you can give each other!"

"PLEASE!! NO!!" screamed Angilee as the dog, experienced as he was, was
into her quickly. Angilee closed her eyes tightly in shame as she felt
the canine penis invade her nest and Gerhardt begin humping his
"bitch".

Despite her penchant for sexual novelty, Angilee did not orgasm with
Gerhardt as he filled her vagina full of semen. Nor did she orgasm with
the second dog, a German Sheppard, but when the third, a large black
Labrador named Rex, thrusted his knot past her protesting vaginal lips
and into her, Angilee could resist no more. The uniqueness of the
sensation was such that she was orgasming within moments and by the
time the Lab shot his seed deeply into her, Angilee was humping him
vigorously and extorting him to even greater efforts.

"Yes! YES! FUCK ME! Deeper! DEEPER!!!!!" she cried as her body spasmed
n ecstasy.

The dog tied with her and in the fifteen minutes it took for him to
reduce in size enough to withdraw, Angilee had found climax several
times more.

Twice more that evening Angilee coupled with large dogs, but after her
encounter with Rex, she was untied and accepted the mountings
enthusiastically.

Exhausted, the hour growing late, Angilee reluctantly saw the last dog
led away and was told to get dressed.

"Do come again dear," said Mistress Rena as Angilee and Jeremy were
preparing to leave. "I have many dogs and a riding stable which could
offer endless hours of amusement!"

Angilee blushed.

"I don't think I'm that brave," she smiled.

"The way you took to the dogs, I wouldn't be surprised to see you
accept a stallion. Perhaps next time."

"Uh...perhaps," stammered Angilee, shuddering at the prospect of being
mounted by a full grown horse.

But as she and Jeremy walked to her car, Angilee realized that until a
few hours ago, she also would have considered inconceivable the
thoughts of fornicating with a dog.


CHAPTER THIRTEEN

The next morning Terry received a short phone call as they were sitting
down to breakfast.

"I'm going out," was all he said as, breakfast forgotten, he grabbed
his car keys and was out the door.

Angilee had noticed the change in his attitude the last few days. Never
a big talker, Terry had grown sullen, uttering hardly a word to her
although his behavior toward the girls had remained unchanged.

Angilee's fears were realized as Terry returned within thirty minutes,
a large manila envelope in hand. He threw it on the table between them.
There was outright contempt in his eyes though he said nothing.

Angilee opened the envelope and withdrew the photos inside. One showed
her entering Jeremy's apartment. Another showed them kissing outside
the door, obviously taken later that night as they left. A third
picture was of Angilee sitting with Jeremy, Ling, Sharlane and Penelope
at the restaurant. Another was of Jeremy and her entering the house of
Mistress Rena. Again there was a second photo of them kissing beside
her car after they had left, Jeremy's hand clearly caressing her
breast.

Angilee's mouth dropped open in surprise and fear.

"Terry...I don't know what to say."

"How long Angilee? How long have you been fucking him?"

"A...a few weeks. We met at the ballpark. I don't know what got into
me."

"Oh it's pretty evident what got into you. How many fucked you that
night at the nightclub?"

"No, you don't understand," she lied, "I was there, yes, I admit that,
but the woman who undressed and did those things was someone else. I've
been having an affair, Terry, but I would never do anything like that!"

"Don't lie to me Angilee. I knew something was up that night after the
nightclub. I could tell you were lying. So I had a friend who does
private detective work on the side, follow you. Those are prostitutes
Angilee," he said pointing to the restaurant photo. "You're not only
running around with a college kid ten years younger than you, you're
running around with whores as well!"

"I ...I can explain," she cried, her mind whirling to come up with
something believable. "He likes to watch women making love. He hired
them to strip while he and I..."

"Fucked!" Terry finished it for her.

"He wanted me to join them, but I told him I wasn't into that sort of
thing," her lie continued.

"So, am I supposed to be relieved that you only fucked him instead of
the whole bunch?"

She knew that with Terry's conservative upbringing and temperament,
there was no way she could tell him anything of what she had actually
been doing in Jeremy's company.

"After that we met at his apartment," she said.

"And last night?" he demanded.

"Last night we met at the house of a friend of his. We had dinner and
he kissed me good night as I got in my car. That's all!"

"You expect me to believe that you sneaked away in the night just to
have dinner with him?"

"I don't expect you to believe anything I tell you now, but it's the
truth. He's in love with me."

"Are you in love with him?"

"No. I admit I was infatuated with him. He's handsome and suave, but I
have simply gotten from him what you wouldn't give me here."

"Oh so now it's all my fault!"

"No, I didn't mean it that way. It's all my fault, but I'm trying to
make you understand why I did what I did. I've felt you growing away
from me for a long time. We don't make love very often anymore and when
we do it's...it's just a physical gratification on your part and
nothing more."

"You don't think I still love you?" he asked incredulously.

"I...well...sometimes," she said, bursting out crying.

He was instantly disarmed, never having been able to watch her cry
without feeling inadequate and helpless.

"Look...maybe things haven't been the best, but my God Angilee..."

"I know, I know. I've told myself I have to stop seeing him, but he
calls and insists, then..."

"What do you want Angilee?" he demanded.

"I want you, our family, the way it used to be!" she cried.

"Then tell that young son of a bitch to chase someone else"s wife."

"I will! I will!" she pleaded.

"And Angilee...if this ever happens again,"

"Never!" she promised, "NEVER! Terry, what's going to happen with us?"

"I'm not sure right now. I'm just not sure."

He left early for work, still hurting and angry. Terry, however, was
not stupid and realized that he had allowed them to drift apart despite
what he saw now were desperate measures on Angilee's part to restore
their relationship, both physical and spiritual. Yes, he thought, he
would forgive her and yes he would make a new effort to reestablish
what they once had, but he also wanted her penance for almost
destroying their marriage. He intended to treat her with disdain for a
while, to make her feel and truly appreciate the magnitude of her
actions. He would rebuff her, then forgive her. Then and only then,
they would make a new start.

******************************************

"Should I tell Jer...him it's over?" she asked the Tarot reader.

"The cards say you will not have to. He will make that decision for
you."

"I don't understand."

"It will become clear."

"And my husband, my family...?"

"You have averted misfortune...this time. The cards indicate you will
not be so lucky next time."

"Then there is to be a next time?" Angilee queried.

"The cards foresee possibilities only. You will be tempted."

"With whom?"

"Again, the cards do not say. Only that such temptation could bring you
to your knees."

"But..."

"The cards say no more."

Angilee left the old woman, relieved on the one hand that she had not
lost her family, yet wondering what temptation she would encounter and
whether she would be able to resist.


CHAPTER FOURTEEN

She called Jeremy that evening.

"Jeremy, Terry hired a private investigator. He knows all about us. He
says I have to end it with you or our marriage is over."

"Perhaps it's just as well, Angilee. I've decided to complete my final
semester of college on the coast --- UCLA or USC, I haven't decided
yet, but I'll be moving in the next few days. I was going to call you
tomorrow."

Her heart sank even though she knew she should feel relieved.

"You're quite a woman Angilee. I have enjoyed your company and your
body. If you'd like to come with me..."

Here it was, she thought, the temptation of which the old woman had
warned.

"I...I...can't. As much as I love being with you, I just have too much
to lose," she said, her heart breaking.

"I understand. Then I guess this is goodbye."

"Yes..." she said quietly. "Jeremy, I love..."

"You love exquisitely," he said, not wanting their goodbye to become
maudlin. "Good bye, Angilee."

"Good bye Jeremy."

She hung up quickly so he could not hear her cry.

********************************************

The next few days were especially difficult for Angilee, having lost
her lover, and now Terry, while not openly hostile, cold and formal
with her even after she informed him she had broken things off with
Jeremy. She felt isolated and alone. She finally reached Donna and they
had dinner together, but her friend's attempts at consolation and
encouragement only heightened Angilee's sense of loss and feelings that
her relationship with Terry was doomed to a marriage for the sake of
the kids and nothing else. Perhaps she should have agreed to go with
Jeremy, but then her loss of Amy and Mary Beth brought her back to a
reluctant resignation that she had done the right thing. She fervently
hoped she could improve her relationship with Terry, but he rebuffed
all her advances.

Angilee was miserable.

She had tried to keep all mention of the affair, or even that anything
at all was wrong, from the kids when they returned from camp. But she
wondered if Terry had said anything to them because twice she had
caught them whispering when she entered a room and they had quickly
tried to act nonchalant. Besides, her birthday was this weekend and
while she certainly expected nothing from Terry, the kids usually
teased her and made a big todo. Last year they had even baked her a
cake, with Terry's help. It was supposed to have been a secret but Mary
Beth had spilled the beans much to the chagrin of Amy. Mary Beth had
been forced to take an oath that she would never again reveal a secret
and only then was she forgiven. But the kids had said nothing at all
about her birthday and inwardly, Angilee wondered if,somehow, they knew
and were determined to punish her as well.

She struggled through the middle of the week, her nights lonely after
seeing the kids to bed, sharing a bed, but nothing else with a husband
who now not only showed no interest in her sexually, but also slept as
far on his side of the bed as possible, denying her any form of
intimacy whatsoever. As if to add to her misery, her yearnings
returned, her mind replaying the erotic adventures she had experienced
with Jeremy and the others. Again she tried masturbation, but again it
fell far short of providing what she needed so badly.

Saturday, her birthday, dawned with the kids charging out to play after
breakfast and no mention of her birthday from Terry. Today was a
scheduled day off for him, but he, despite her efforts, continued to be
distant and cold which was beginning to tell on Angilee. She wondered
how much longer she could endure a life without love, without sex.

She struggled through the day, trying to keep her mind off of Terry's
indifference and off her craving to be filled and sated.

"Mom wants me to bring the kids over to spend the night," Terry
announced later that afternoon after talking with his parents.

"Oh, but..."

"But what?"

"I...nothing," she added, heartbroken that her birthday would come and
go without any mention from Terry or the children and because she was
obviously not invited to join them on the trip.

"We'll be back sometime tomorrow," he announced.

Angilee helped the kids pack their overnight bags and while they kissed
her good bye, she could feel them holding back. She became more
convinced than ever that they somehow knew and were determined to see
her punished.

She saw them off that afternoon and settled in for another lonely
night. After a bite of supper which she found tasteless, Angilee sat
down with a murder mystery, hoping to distract her mind from her misery
and the yearnings which were growing stronger with each night she spent
without sex.

The phone rang.

"Hello."

"Mrs. Angilee Carver of 2245 Highland Drive?"

"Yes."

"Mrs. Carver this is Jim Benton from the Food Feast Supermarket. Your
name has been drawn for a hundred dollar gift certificate, good for
anything in the store."

"Is this a joke?"

"No joke, all you need do is come down and claim the certificate."

"Well, I'll be doing some shopping on Monday. I could pick it up then."

"I'm sorry, but the promotional rules state that the certificate must
be picked up by midnight tonight. "

"You want me to come down there tonight?"

"I'm afraid so, if you want the certificate. I apologize for the
inconvenience, but the drawing took place this morning and winners were
supposed to be called right away. Our assistant manager who was to call
and inform the winners, called in sick and no one realized that the
winners had not been notified until just a few minutes ago."

"Oh, all right," she said, thinking that the supermarket was not all
that far away and besides, it might take her mind off things better
than the book in which she had already lost interest.

She slipped on a jacket and drove the several blocks to the market,
still half expecting it to be a practical joke of some sort. Yet Terry
was not the type for practical jokes, especially now that he would
hardly give her the time of day and she could think of no one else who
would pull such a stunt.

She walked to the service counter and, to her surprise, was indeed
presented with an envelope which contained a one hundred dollar gift
certificate. She decided to do a bit of shopping while at the store.
Even though dressed in a casual skirt and blouse, Angilee unknowingly
caught the attention of a young man who came on to her until he
discovered she was married. His hasty retreat struck Angilee as a
painful reminder of what her life, from now on, would be like.
Unsatisfying at home and a constant temptation which she must resist in
the outside world.

On the way home, her mind replayed for the thousandth time the nights
spent with Jeremy. The pain and disappointment was at its paramount as
she passed a small corner bar, its brash neon sign shattering the
darkness. She drove on another block, then found herself turning
around, returning and parking her car nearby.

For the first time in her life, Angilee Carver entered a bar by
herself.

She ordered a stiff mixed drink and sat sipping it, her mind a whirl of
conflicting emotions. The drink seemed to relax her, so she ordered
another.

"You look deep in thought," came a voice from beside her.

The man had approached from a booth and sat down beside her.

"I have a lot on my mind right now," she replied, noting his age and
good looks.

My God, she thought to herself, another college kid.

"Sometimes it helps to talk about it," he offered.

"And sometimes things are beyond words."

She finished the second drink and ordered a third.

"Must be something pretty serious to warrant three of those," he said
nodding toward the drink as the bartender set it before her.

"Ever want something so badly and know you shouldn't ...?"

"Mark," he responded.

"Angilee," she returned, the drinks beginning to have their effect.
"Well, Mark how about it?"

"Sure, lots of times."

"For instance."

"Oh, for instance right now. I'm in the company of a beautiful woman
who looks lonely and needing some attention."

"And?"

"And she's wearing a wedding ring," he smiled, looking into her eyes.

Angilee downed half her drink.

"Don't let that stop you," she said, her speech just slightly slurred,
as she slipped the band off and dropped it into her purse. She felt
someone occupy the stool on her other side. She turned to find another
good looking young man smiling at her.

"This is my friend Chuck," introduced Mark.

"Mind if I join you two?" asked the new arrival.

"Course not. The more the merrier," she replied, feeling Mark's arm
reach around her waist.

Two drinks later, Angilee, Mark and Chuck left the bar...together.

**********************************************

"Have to keep the lights out," Angilee whispered as she fumbled to get
the key in her front door lock. "And keep your voices down...nosy
neighbors."

The two young men smiled in return. Although all had been drinking, the
men had not had as many as Angilee and were accustomed to drinking.
Angilee was very high but not yet falling down drunk.

They entered the completely dark house, Angilee closing the front door
behind them, whereupon she grabbed Mark and kissed him deeply while
clothes were shed completely in mere seconds. She led them quietly into
the living room, their hands exploring her body as they moved. In the
dark, she faced Mark, slid to her knees and took her erection into her
mouth. Mark responded by also going to his knees enabling Angilee to
assume an all fours position with Chuck directly behind her

"Hmmmmmm" she moaned as she began deep throating Mark while Chuck
buried his eleven inches in her nest.

"SURPRISE!!!!"

The room lights momentarily blinded her as they were turned on by the
surprise party well wishers. Terry had planned the surprise party and
intended tonight to mark the end to their old relationship and the
beginning of the new. He had sworn the girls to secrecy and even
arranged the girt certificate plot to get her out of the house so they
could be ready when she returned.

Instead, with a camcorder rolling to capture the moment of surprise,
there was an immediate stunned silence as over twenty people looked
down on Angilee Carver, wife and mother of two, as she froze, on her
hands and knees, cocks in both her mouth and vagina.

"MY GOD!" finally breathed Terry's mother.

Angilee looked up to see Amy and Mary Beth staring, open mouthed, at
the scene before them.

Terry also seemed frozen in disbelief. Finally, Terry's mother and
father grabbed the girls and led them quickly into the girl's room
while Mark and Chuck scrambled to their feet, grabbed their clothes and
were out the front door in seconds. There was an embarrassed silence as
the well wishers put down hats and horns and left as rapidly as
possible.

Angilee also seemed unable to move. Her head went down to the floor
hiding her face as the would be revelers filed out past her naked body.

The front door finally closed behind the last well wisher and Terry and
Angilee were alone.

"Terry I..." she began, tears streaming down her face.

"SHUT UP!!!" he screamed, cowering her into silence.

He reached down and grabbed her by the hair, painfully yanking her to
her feet.

"There are just four things I want to say to you," he raged, slapping
her with all his might across the face, bringing blood to the corner of
her mouth.

"That is for Amy!" he seethed.

Another open handed blow across her face from the other direction
snapped her head around.

"That is for Mary Beth! And this is for me!" he said, balling his hand
into a fist and punching her in the stomach with a powerful blow.

Angilee doubled over, then went to her knees, the air gone from her
lungs, flashes of light exploding before her eyes.

"And finally, WHORE, get the hell out of this house! Don't ever come
back and don't ever expect to lay eyes on those kids again!"

"Please, Terry..." she pleaded, between gasps for air.

"GET OUT!!!!!" he screamed. "DON'T YOU DARE SAY ANOTHER WORD!!!! GET
OUT AND STAY OUT!!!!!!!"

Slowly, painfully, the naked woman gathered her clothes and left
quietly as Terry prepared to comfort his daughters by telling
them...what? What could you say when your daughters had just witnessed
their mother on her knees, in their own house, fucking two strangers at
once? He was still searching for the words as he opened the door to
their room.

*******************************************

Donna, Terry's kicked me out. May I spend the night?"

"Of course, honey," said her friend opening the door wide to her new,
spacious and finely appointed apartment. "Come on in."


CHAPTER FIFTEEN

On the advice of her lawyer, Angilee did not contest either the divorce
or Terry's request for custody. Angilee stood before the judge,
contrite and apologetic and made the statement that she hoped someday
to earn the right to visit her children. The judge, unmoved, had not
only granted full custody to Terry, but denied Angilee any visitation
rights for a full year.

The divorce also came down heavily in Terry's favor. After all, what
judge would feel sympathy for a women, caught on videotape, fornicating
with two men while twenty people, including her husband and daughters,
watched? She was granted her personal possessions, a small cash
settlement and nothing else.

Donna insisted that Angilee stay with her and share the apartment.
Angilee found a minimum wage job, clerking at a women's clothing store
and gradually her life began to take on some semblance of order and
routine. She pined to see Amy and Mary Beth, but knew that any attempts
to see them would simply result in another court ruling denying her
access to them for an even longer period of time. She worried that,
despite the fact that Donna reiterated on several occasions that it was
not a problem, her low paying salary was not doing much to help pay the
expenses. Meanwhile, Donna's lifestyle had not changed. She was often
away from the apartment, even at odd hours, and was coy in answering
Angilee's questions about her comings and goings and, lately, the
voluminous number of phone calls which Donna was receiving.

One evening the two sat at the kitchen table.

"I just wish I could contribute more to things around here," lamented
Angilee.

"I've told you it's not a problem."

"I know and you've been so sweet to put me up here and all, but I feel
like I need to be doing something to bring in more money."

"You really want to earn more money?" asked Donna.

"Of course."

"What would you be wiling to do...for more money?"

"I don't understand."

"Well, we both know you love sex...just about any kind of sex."

Angilee blushed.

"I've seen the urges returning. So what would you think about combining
what you love to do anyway with making more money?"

"You mean?" Angilee's mouth dropped open.

"Sure, why not? You could do what you love to do and get paid
for it."

"That's prostitution!"

"So? How do you think I can afford this apartment? Do you really think
my disability checks are that generous?"

"You mean... you?"

Donna smiled, her legless body shifting in the chair.

"For the last year and a half. Of course I obviously cater to a
clientele with, shall we say, unusual requirements."

"But...but..."

"Oh come on Angilee. You're a great fuck, or at least so I'm told. Ling
says you're one of the best she's seen."

"You know Ling?"

"She works for me now."

"What?????"

"Penelope...I think you've also met her... had her own stable with
seventeen girls working for her. I was one of them. Anyway, she wanted
to retire, so I cleaned out the trust fund my parents left me and
bought the business from her. All the girls work for me now."

"Donna, I can't believe this!!!"

"It's true!" smiled her friend. "To keep them happy and in my stable, I
increased each girl's share of the split by ten percent and I still
made over thirty seven thousand last week. So what do you say, Angilee?
Come to work for me!"

"I...I don't know, Donna...to become a prostitute..."

"I prefer call girls. These aren't streetwalkers Angilee. They are
beautiful, high priced and well paid women who provide unique services
to men and sometimes women. My clients are wealthy. Sometimes they
simply wish to have a beautiful woman hanging on their arm at some
gala. Does the evening usually end in sex? yes, but that should be no
detriment to you."

"You make it sound so...normal."

"Is it normal for you to want a man inside you after he has bought you
dinner at the finest restaurant and taken you to a Broadway show, a
charity ball or party at the most elegant of homes?"

"I..." Angilee was speechless.

"Think it over. If you want to stay here with me and continue to work
at Women's World, it's okay. But if you find yourself wanting more of
what we both know you need and want, then my offer is still open."

"I'll...think about it," was all Angilee could stammer in reply.


CHAPTER SIXTEEN

"Donna... I think I want to take you up on your offer."

Angilee felt she had been backed into a corner, first by a visit to
Madame Leseur who informed her that money would soon be plentiful even
though her path would be fraught with peril, and the fact that Angilee
had been fired that afternoon. She had had no way to know that the
beautiful blonde customer, about her own age, whose looks toward
Angilee were not so subtle, was attempting a lesbian encounter for the
first time. When Angilee had followed her into the changing room and
kissed her, the woman had responded by opening her mouth to Angilee's
probings, but when Angilee's hands began fondling her breasts, the
woman panicked, pushed Angilee away and immediately complained to the
manager, who dismissed Angilee on the spot.

"Great! responded Donna. "Now all we need to do is get you a suitable
wardrobe. I'll have Ling accompany you tomorrow. There's a store down
on twenty-seventh."

Donna saw the consternation in Angilee's eyes.

"No, honey, not Frederick's of Hollywood. My girl's dresses may show
them off a bit, but they always look elegant, not cheap."

"Thanks, Donna. Should I call Ling?"

"No, I'll have her call you...and Angilee," called Donna as the now
former housewife turned to leave.

"Yes?"

There was a sly smile on Donna's face.

"You know, now that I own this business, there are certain perks that
go with it."

"I don't understand. You mean like giving orders?" asked Angilee.

Well, sort of. Actually as the owner, I get to....audition each
of my "employees", so if you're looking for me to give you some orders,
I have just three. Order number one...strip!"

Angilee felt a bit awkward taking off her clothes in front of a woman
she had always considered her closest friend and nothing more, but she
recognized the look in Donna's eyes and had to admit, she was beginning
to feel erotic twinges of her own. She now stood before her
friend/Madame in bra and panties.

"Those are cute, honey, but I'll remind Ling to get you some bra and
panty combinations which are a bit more revealing. Also, I want you to
start wearing a garter belt and pull up stockings. With legs like those
you certainly want to accent them. Now, honey, show me the rest."

Angilee was still a bit taken aback that her best friend had actually
been a prostitute, but the greatest shock to her was that she herself
was standing here "auditioning" to become one.

"Nice...very very nice. Even more beautiful than I remembered," smiled
Donna as the last garment fell to the floor. "Now turn around for me."

Self consciously, Angilee modeled her body for her lovely Black Madame.

"Order number two," smiled Donna, pointing to her bedroom, "undress
me... in there."

Angilee picked up the amputee in her arms and carried her to the
bedroom where she laid her gently on the bed and removed her clothes.

"Kiss me, Angilee," said Donna, as Angilee's eyes roamed over the
beautiful, legless body, but the tone of Donna's voice was more urgent
plea than order.

Angilee lay next to her Madame and their lips met, first gently, then
passionately.

"From here on it's strictly voluntary," whispered Donna, as Angilee's
tongue began a slow exploration. Soon the two were head to nest with
Donna on the bottom as she preferred. Angilee's body was already crying
out in in need. She saw Donna's labial lips pout in sensual
anticipation.

"Yes, breathed the Black woman,"show me how you can pleasure a woman,
and later, "she whispered, eying the black leather strap-on dildo
hanging from the bedpost, "you can show me you're as good as Ling says
you are at pleasuring a man."

Angilee's lips and tongue met Donna's nest and the two were instantly
lost in a feast of eroticism and orgasm.

Angilee's "audition" lasted into the early morning hours.

***************************************



By the following evening, Angilee had a complete new wardrobe. While
her new dresses and gowns were those she would never have worn while
married to Terry, they were, as promised, in good taste while showing
off her curves and cleavage. She had to practice a bit, however,
wearing the high spike heels.

"I have a "date" for you tomorrow night," smiled Donna.

"So...soon?"

"Sure, why not? You showed me last night how ready you are!"

Angilee blushed.

"But, I just don't know...l..."

Now, he's perfect for your first time; an older gentleman. Very nice
and not terribly demanding. He simply wants the company of a beautiful
woman for dinner and then a nice roll in the hay."

Angilee's eyes filled with doubt.

"Don't worry honey, nothing kinky. Just straight sex. He likes you to
stay with him until he's asleep, then you can leave."

"Donna?"

"Yes, honey?"

"Am I not supposed to...that is, I've read that call girls don't..."

"...have real orgasms?" Donna finished. "Most girls fake it because
they want to secretly feel they are in control, that it's a way they
can separate their professional from their personal lives. Of course,
in your case, you're here as much for the pleasure as you are for the
money, so it's entirely up to you. Just remember, these are our clients
and you are there to pleasure them first ."

Angilee started to turn away, then suddenly spun around to face her
Madame.

"Donna, what if my kids find out what I'm doing, or the judge?"

"They won't. My clientele wants discretion every bit as much as we do.
Just use your head and be careful."

***************************************

"Hello, you must be Edward."

"And you must be Angilee. What a lovely name for such a beautiful
woman."

"Why thank you Edward," she said stepping into the plush apartment.

"Would you like something to drink before dinner?" he asked.

"I'm fine, thank you," she answered, impressed with the distinguished
look of the man. Graying at the temples, almost twenty years her
senior, his appearance and speech, as well as the decor of the
apartment, revealed a man of culture and refinement.

"I've made reservations at the Chateau Marteen. I hope that meets with
your approval."

She recognized the name of the restaurant as the most exclusive and
expensive restaurant in the city.

"It sounds wonderful," she smiled.

The dinner was as delicious as his company was enjoyable. She thought,
at first, they might have trouble finding things to talk about, but he
had a gentlemanly, relaxed manner which put her instantly at ease and,
she was surprised to learn, he too had grown up on a farm, albeit a
horse farm in Maryland. His family was of the old money. He had been
educated in England and returned to this country to continue the family
banking business. He had never married. She found herself relating her
own childhood on the farm and the wonderful memories. He told her of
his travels around the globe and her eyes were genuinely alight as he
related several of his adventures. Before she realized it, dinner,
dessert and a bottle of the finest French wine had concluded their
meal.

"Do you enjoy carriage rides through the park?" he asked.

"I don't know. I've never had one."

"Ah, then please accompany me. It's quite enjoyable...and very
romantic !" he said. They both laughed at the double entendre.

Angilee was thrilled with the ambiance, the city lights, and the
company of the man next to her as the horses pulled the carriage along
the cobblestones. As they passed beneath an ancient elm, his arms
gently went around her and they stared into each other's eyes. He
leaned forward, kissing her gently, she responding, not at all sure how
she should react. Should she take the initiative? She wasn't sure. Her
mouth opened to his as his hand came up to gently caress her breast.
Despite Donna's reminder that she was here to pleasure him, Angilee
found her heartbeat increasing, her temperature rising. She became
aware she wanted this man, wanted him inside her.

"Let' s get back to your apartment! Please, Edward!" she whispered
urgently.

"Of course my dear...Driver!"

********************************************

Neither needed any coaxing upon returning to the apartment and their
naked bodies were soon lying in an impassioned embrace.

"I want you Edward! Please, I want you inside me!" she breathed.

He entered her gently but the tempo and rhythm soon increased as she
sought to take him deeper within her. She felt her primal urges trying
to wrest control from her, knew she must maintain control, at least
until she had brought him satisfaction, so she concentrated on
squeezing her vaginal lips as tightly as possible with each stroke.

"Ah, my dear, your kisses are delightful," he responded, his strokes
becoming faster and more powerful.

Angilee was desperately trying to hold herself in check, but each
moment her body was thrusting harder, her legs spreading wider and her
nest feasting on the welcome intruder. She felt she could not hold off
much longer, her whines indicating to both of them she was near
release.

"Together Angilee...TOGETHER!" he cried as she felt his body tense and
her own surrender

"Yes, Edward, YES!" she whimpered as their bodies simultaneously loss
control, her body shaking uncontrollably as his spasmed hot semen deep
into her womb.

Twice more they found simultaneous climaxes, both finally lying in an
exhausted embrace.

"You're the most enjoyable woman I've ever had," he said quietly.

"I'm sure you say that to all the girls," she smiled.

"No, actually they are all quite good, but one thing sets you apart."

"Oh?

"Yes, your orgasms are real."

"Well of course..."

"No," he interrupted, "they all claim they're real and some of the
women are quite good at faking it, but there are ways, subtleties both
during and afterward in which I can tell whether it's genuine or not. I
don't mind when they pretend, I know it's part of the...service, but
tonight Angilee your reactions to me were quite real."

"I...don't know quite what to say Edward. You are a handsome man
and..."

"Ah, come now, don't spoil a perfectly enjoyable evening with
platitudes."

"No, I really am attracted to..."

He smothered her response in a passionate kiss.

"No lies between us, Angilee. We are both here for the moment, for
whatever the reasons. We don't need to try to make it any more than it
is."

"You're right," she replied, in his ear, "and this you can be assured
is the truth, I want you inside me again!"

Both reached sexual release several more times that night, Angilee
finally falling asleep on Edward's shoulder sometime after two a.m.

She awoke at four, kissed the sleeping man lightly on the cheek, arose
and dressed quietly so as not to awaken him, collected the envelope
from the nightstand which contained the ten crisp hundred dollar bills.

Closing the apartment door behind her, Angilee looked down at the
money.

I guess this makes it official, she thought to herself, placing the
envelope in her purse, as of this moment, I am now a prostitute.


CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

During the next few months, Angilee acquired the knowledge and skills
of her profession. Donna made sure, that as her best friend, Angilee
was matched with what Donna called the "pussycats", men and women who,
although they might have unusual tastes in sex were in no way
dangerous. Although most of her clients simply wanted an enjoyable
evening with good sex, some were kinky and others downright bizarre.
One wealthy industrialist and his wife had Angilee dress in a very
revealing maid's costume, then pretend to clean as first one and then
the other would "seduce" her, each in his or her own room and
pretending the other knew nothing about it. An accountant played out a
rape fantasy in which he would "surprise" Angilee, a helpless
housewife, home alone, drag his "helpless" victim to the bedroom and
"rape" her anally. Although he sometimes handcuffed her to the bed and
spanked her before taking her, the knife he used was rubber and she
soon knew him well enough to know she was in no danger.Sometimes
Angilee would be called upon to service two clients at once and, on
occasion, she and another one or two of Donna's girls would service an
entire group. But her favorite remained Edward and she remained his. He
always asked for her and they both enjoyed each other's company as well
as bodies. He seemed to have a real affection for her and she for him.
It was then devastating for her when Donna informed her that Edward had
suffered a fatal stroke the night before. Although being warned against
it, Angilee attended the funeral, slipping away unnoticed.

There were other men and women, who filled her schedule of clients, but
she often thought of Edward wistfully, missing his easy, refined and
respectful manner and wondering if...

She tried calling the girls, but first Terry and then his mother
indicated in no uncertain terms that she would have no contact with
them whatsoever. She was heartbroken. Angilee knew, however, that while
Terry made a decent living, the costs of putting the girls through
college would pose a huge financial problem, especially since his
parents were retired and could help very little. Angilee, even after
Donna's percentage was deducted, was now making over three thousand
dollars a week, so Angilee opened a trust fund for each of the girls.
She still shared the apartment with Donna and did not live an
extravagant life style as some of the other girls did, so the trusts
began building quickly. Still, there were times when looking at the
trust account figures only deepened her longing to see them, hug them,
love them.

The following Spring, Angilee accompanied a wealthy publisher to a
party being given as a fund raiser for a state representative,
currently running for the U.S. Senate. Now totally at ease among
wealthy strangers, Angilee held the man's arm as they entered the large
living room where the guests stood talking and laughing. She glanced
around the room and recognized two clients among the throng. She had
started to glance away when her eyes met those of a man across the
room. He was handsome in a rugged sort of way, perhaps a few years her
senior, his abundant black hair unruly. He was instantly as taken with
her as she was with him, neither being able to break the invisible,
indefinable yet tangible force which bound their eyes, one to the
other.

"Shall we? asked her older companion, walking toward the hosts.

"Oh...uh,...yes, of course," she stammered, breaking from her reverie.

For the next ninety minutes, while performing her role as eye candy for
the publisher and his envious friends (she would become his sex toy
later) and meeting scores of people, even dancing with a couple of the
men, she tried, discreetly to again find the man who had so captured
her attention when they had first entered. Once, she thought she caught
a glimpse of him walking into one of the other rooms, but she couldn't
be sure and for the last half hour she had seen nothing of him, even
though making an excuse to move through all three of the rooms where
the guests were being entertained.

Disappointedly, she stood by the punch bowl as her "date" busied
himself talking business with three of his competitors across the room.

As the music shifted to something slow and romantic, a voice came to
her from behind.

"Seems a shame to waste a beautiful song when there is such a lovely
lady with whom I could be dancing."

She turned to find herself once again staring into those alluring eyes.

"I'm Trace Kilborne," he said smiling warmly and offering his hand.

"Then you're..."

"The one this shindig is trying to raise money for," he laughed.

Angilee laughed as well, feeling instantly at ease with this man, much
as she had felt with Edward that first night they had met.

"I'm Angilee...Angilee Simmons," she replied. She had begun using her
maiden name since the divorce was finalized.

"Well Angilee Simmons, may I have the pleasure of this dance?"

"Most certainly," she answered as he took her in his arms and they
began moving in free and easy unison to the music.

"I'm afraid I have an ulterior motive in asking you to dance," he said,
as their eyes met and held.

"Oh?"

"Yes, you see from the moment you first came into the room, I knew I
wanted to ask you out. With my arms around you like this, I'm hoping it
will harder for you to refuse."

"You certainly work fast, don't you congressman?" she smiled.

"You know the cardinal rule for politicians - speak fast and keep
moving because a moving target is harder to hit."

They both laughed and in that moment, both felt it, an attraction,
sexual, yes, but more than that. Angilee Simmons and Trace Kilborne
felt a mutual compatibility, an overwhelming sense that this person was
someone with whom each could share love and life itself.

"Trace," the voice came from behind them. A middle aged woman tugged at
his sleeve.

"Oh come on Ellen, not now!" he replied in a frustrated voice.

They turned to her.

"Ellen Powers, my campaign manager meet Angilee Simmons, a most
attractive and alluring woman with whom I was enjoying this dance."

"Sorry Trace, but there's someone over in the corner who wants to meet
you," said the woman, pointing, "someone with money, lots of it!"

"OK, OK," he replied, turning to Angilee. "Unfortunately people don't
get elected these days without ..."

"Say no more," Angilee interrupted smiling, "I should hate to think
that selfishly keeping you to myself thwarted a promising political
career."

"May I call you?" he asked.

"I'd like that," she responded. "I'm in the book."

"Great...and Angilee Simmons?"

"Yes?"

"That was the most wonderful dance I ever had!" he said.

"I enjoyed it as well," she replied as he disappeared across the room.

"Have you known him long?" she asked the campaign manager.

"Trace and I go back a long way. I've been his campaign manager since
he first entered politics."

"How's the campaign going?"

"He's twelve points behind in the polls and with the primary coming up,
the coffers are almost empty. That's one reason this fund raiser is so
important. But he's a fighter. He's won before when no one gave him a
chance."

"He's quite a man."

"Yes he is, and an honest and decent person. You don't find many of
those in politics these days."

Ellen noticed the wistful look in Angilee's eye.

"He's also a very sensitive man. When his wife died of cancer, it
almost destroyed him. If he hadn't had causes and campaigns to bury
himself in..." her voice trailed off.

"I understand," said Angilee, her heart going out to the man she had
met only minutes ago.

"Do you?" Asked Ellen, who obviously had also taken on the role of
protector. "It's taken him seven years to learn to live again. I
wouldn't want to see him hurt."

"Nor would I," replied Angilee.

Later that night as she lay, her naked body beneath that of the
publisher, Angilee humped him enthusiastically, for that was what her
client had paid for, but her mind was on a handsome politician and her
hopes that he really would call.


CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

"Wow, you must have given that publisher his money's worth and then
some," laughed Donna as she set the flower bouquet on the table.

Angilee came walking in from the bedroom, her eyes widening in delight
as she silently wished them to be from a certain politician. The card
read:

A friendly reminder from your pumpkin
carriage driver. The carriage is history but I
have your glass slipper. We can negotiate its
return over dinner tomorrow night. I'll call this
evening. Trace

Her heart beat wildly as a broad smile covered her face.

"Wow, I've serviced our publisher on more than one occasion. From the
smile on your face, he must have made as big an impression on you as
you did on him."

"No, They're not from him... someone else."

"Well whoever that someone else is must be very interested in you. I
hope he can afford you."

"No, it isn't like that. He's not a client."

"Oh, so we're talking romance here?"

"It's a little early for that, but I think he could become someone
special."

"Honey," advised Donna, "be careful. Attracting men is our profession,
but when they find out what our profession is, they turn tail and run.
I just don't want to see your hopes dashed."

Donna noticed the crestfallen look on Angilee's face.

"You haven't told him?" she asked.

"We just met last night...shared a single dance. He said he wanted to
call me."

""Like I said honey, be careful. You know you have to tell him sooner
or later."

"I know," said Angilee, hanging her head, "I know."

*******************************************

Despite the warnings from Donna and her own reservations, Angilee
accepted his dinner invitation when he called later that evening. He
took her to a small quiet vineyard/restaurant along the river. Angilee
had never enjoyed herself as much. The two were instantly compatible
and found each other's company exciting, yet comfortable, as if they
could totally relax, not have to try to impress. When he asked about
her family, she related several stories of growing up on the farm, then
simply told him she was divorced, careful not to provide details. When
he asked her profession, she was vague and quickly changed the subject.
He told her of his early life in Vermont, college in the Midwest where
he met his wife and his accidental entry into politics. When he and his
wife moved to Virginia, a friend who was running for office was killed
in a car crash. With the election only weeks away, the party asked him
to fill in. He reluctantly accepted, more at first, in honor of the
memory of his friend than because of any interest in politics. Ellen
who had been his friend's campaign manager, stayed on and they were to
become close friends. He wound up losing the election, but the
political bug had bitten him. With Ellen's encouragement, he ran for
local office, won and had been moving up the political ladder ever
since. Angilee felt his pain as he related losing his wife to cancer.

Trace reminded Angilee, in many ways of Edward. Not drop dead gorgeous,
but handsome in a distinguished and cultured way. Intelligent, witty
and charming just as Edward had been, yet while Angilee had cared
deeply for her former client, they had never been in love, This man was
different. Here was a man who she could admire, respect and...lose her
heart to. She realized that by the time dinner was over and he was
driving her home, that sharing a single evening with him was enough for
her to know she could love him, more completely than she had ever loved
before.

He kissed her gently.

"I'd invite you up," she said, "but the wine has gone to my head
and..."

"...and one thing might lead to another. I was sort of counting on
that," he smiled.

Suddenly jerked back to reality, Angilee knew that while she had not
actually lied, she had certainly mislead him. She cared for this man,
did not want him to know, sure it would drive him away, yet he was a
decent man and deserved the truth.

"I'm sorry," she said, noting the look of disappointment on his face.
"Look Trace, we hardly know each other."

"Yes, perhaps I move a little too quickly...sorry."

"No, it isn't you. It's just that..."

She had to tell him, somehow.

"As a congressman you have people who can do background checks don't
you?"

"Yes, why? he asked, puzzled.

"Just have them do a background check on me."

"What? Whatever for?"

"Just do it," she said, fending off his offer to take her in his arms
and kiss her. "Then...then if you want, call me."

"Angilee, I don't understand."

"You will," she sobbed, turning and running into the apartment building
before he could respond and before he could see the tears running down
her cheeks.

*****************************************

The next three days were torturous for Angilee. Donna gave her a night
off and the two talked, her friend consoling her, both convinced she
would never hear from him again. The next two nights she serviced a
couple of her regulars and although they seemed well satisfied,
Angilee's heart was breaking, doubly so as she offered them her naked
body.

The next morning, however, when she answered the door, there was
another bouquet and another card.

You do know how to drop a bombshell.

But the answer is, yes, I want to see you

again. Have to go upstate for the next three

days. Will call you for dinner when I get back.

Trace

Angilee read and reread the card, making sure her eyes were not
deceiving her. Donna too was stunned, but both cried in joy.

"I...want to quit. I want to be able to tell him I'm not in the
business any more."

"I understand," replied Donna. "If he can really make you happy, then
go for it!"

"I can move out if you want."

"Nonsense! You can find another line of work. That is, unless you don't
want to be seen associating with..."

"Now who's talking nonsense. You're my best friend Donna. Nothing will
ever change that."

"I'll start canceling your appointments. The other girls can take up
the slack."

"Thanks, Donna. You have no idea what this means to me."

******************************************

"Miss Simmons?" Angilee recognized the voice on the other end of the
phone as that of Ellen Powers, Trace's campaign manager.

"Yes, this is Angilee. Ms. Powers isn't it?"

"Yes. I was wondering if we might talk."

"Of course, but I thought you would have gone upstate with Trace."

"He isn't there on political business."

"Oh, I see."

"Could we meet for lunch?"

"Yes, lunch would be fine."

"Cafe Royale, noon?"

"Yes, I'll see you there."

Angilee was puzzled, but also excited at the thoughts of Trace's return
as she prepared for the luncheon engagement.

******************************************

They met at the small cafe, ordered salads.

"Miss Simmons..."

"Please, call me Angilee."

"All right, Angilee. I'll come directly to the point. Trace has fallen
madly in love with you. I, at first, thought it infatuation, but when
he ordered the background check on you and when the results came
back..."

"I've put that behind me. I'm out of the business."

"...Of course, but that's my point. Even when he got the results, it
was as if it meant nothing."

Angilee's heart pounded to know he cared as much for her as she did for
him.

"Look, we've only had one real date."

"If you knew Trace like I have come to know him, you would know he is
quick and decisive in making up his mind. He and Annie, his first wife,
had known each other less than a week when he proposed. Want to know
why he's upstate right now? He's there to make arrangements for you to
meet his family."

"Look, Miss Powers...Ellen..."

"Do you have any idea what a marriage to you or even a continued
association would do to his career?"

"I guess I haven't thought that far ahead."

"Well, do. When the press learns he's even dating, let alone proposing
to a divorcee who deserted her two young children while involved in a
sex scandal and then has turned to prostitution..."

"I told you, I'm getting out of ..."

"Don't you see? It doesn't matter. The press will play this for all
it's worth and Trace can kiss any thoughts of winning this or any other
election goodbye. His career will be finished."

"Perhaps," argued Angilee, now uncertain, troubled, "but maybe he might
be willing to give up politics."

"Yes, he very well might be willing to give up what he's worked a
lifetime to build. Public service has been his life. He's done so much,
even at the state level. There's no telling what he could accomplish at
the national level."

"He's...he's really that dedicated?"

"Miss Simmons...Angilee, he's a man of integrity and honor. Even from
one date, you must have come to..."

"Yes, I felt it immediately. He's a good, a decent man."

"Do you have any idea how far a man of his caliber could go, what he
could accomplish?"

"I..." Angilee stuttered, more unsure of herself by the minute.

"It is not unreasonable to expect Trace Kilborne to one day sit in the
oval office."

Angilee's mouth dropped open."

"I...I had no idea."

"Well, now you do. Any bump in the road is possibly disastrous, but a
sex scandal in politics is the kiss of death."

"But...Clint..."

"Was already elected. If that had happened during the campaign, he
would have lost by a landslide. As it is, he's a political pariah.
Forget his accomplishments, no one will remember, because etched in
their memories will be the scandal. Sex with an intern --- that will be
his political legacy."

"And I..."

"Will be Trace Kilborne's scandal. You'll destroy his political
career."

Ellen looked deeply into Angilee's eyes.

"Do you love him? Do you truly care for him?"

"Yes, with all my heart."

"Then do what is best for him. Walk away. Give him the chance to become
the leader we all know he can be."

"But you're asking me to..."

"I'm asking you to think of him. I'm asking you to do what's
best for him. If you can put away your own desires long enough,
you'll see I'm right."

Angilee felt as if her heart would burst with sorrow.

"I...I'm not sure I can."

"I realize a woman in your profession doesn't really care about the men
she goes to bed with. Yet you screw them, don't you Angilee?"

Angilee could not meet her eyes.

"Now, for once in your life, you have met someone you do care
for. Don't screw him Angilee and don't screw him over. Do the right
thing. Get out of his life."

Tears appeared in Angilee's eyes as Ellen picked up the check and rose
to leave.

"He's a good man. Don't destroy him. Destroy his career and you destroy
him."

With that the older woman was gone, leaving Angilee to fight back the
tears and make what was perhaps the most difficult decision of her
life.


CHAPTER NINETEEN

"Yes, you have made the correct decision," said the old woman, reading
the cards.

"I was afraid you'd say that," said Angilee sadly.

"He will suffer a temporary setback."

"You mean he will lose this election?"

"Yes, but his long term future is bright...without you."

"And with me?"

"Ominous clouds gather," said Madame Leseur, "his current path will be
forbidden to him."

"In other words, his career is over."

"Yes. Your paths must never cross again if he is to find success."

Her heart had never felt heavier as Angilee left the Tarot reader.

***************************************

"I've got two things I want to share with you."

"Trace, I've..."

But it was as if he had not heard her and he continued.

"First, I've been upstate to arrange for us to visit my parents..."

"That's all very nice but..."

"And secondly, I want you to visit them wearing this!" he said smiling
as he produced the small box and opened it to reveal a diamond
engagement ring.

Angilee's heart was in her throat as she fought back the impulse to cry
"YES!" and rush into his arms. She tried to keep her voice steady as
she fought back the tears.

"Trace, I've been trying to tell you, there won't be any visit to see
your parents and I won't be wearing this ring."

She slowly closed the box and closed his fingers around it, her heart
breaking.

"I don't understand. I know it's sudden and all but I thought it was
what you would want.."

"Another time, another place and I'd be in your arms. But we have to
face reality."

"What reality? I love you and I think you love me."

"That doesn't matter."

"What do you mean it doesn't matter? It's all that matters!"

"I wish that were so. Let's get back to earth for a moment. We both
know what the media would do to you if they so much as knew we were
having dinner together, let alone that we planned to be married."

"To hell with the media!"

"Easy to say now, but what about when the election is over and you've
lost because of the scandal factor?"

"If you're willing to put that life behind you, so am I."

"And give up your career?"

"If that's what it takes."

"Oh, I suppose you could do that, go into real estate or banking or
...you could even sell spaghetti making machines on those god awful
infomercials on TV. And you know what? You'd be a success and make lots
of money because you're intelligent and energetic. But every day you
would ask yourself "what difference am I making?" and a tiny little
voice would answer, "not one bit," and soon you'd be miserable knowing
you had thrown your life away..."

"But..."

"And pretty soon you'd come to realize why you had thrown away that
opportunity to make a real difference and that's the day you would
start to resent me. I couldn't stand that Trace."

"But I could find other things, productive things..."

"Not as productive or as important as what you're doing now. I've
checked. You've been an excellent state representative. Your stands on
human rights and the environment are needed in Washington. You can make
a difference for millions of people, but only if you get elected. You
can't do that with an albatross around your neck."

"I don't see it that way!"

"Of course you don't, because right now you're thinking with your heart
instead of your head."

"But..."

Angilee knew she must end the conversation while she still had the
resolve.

"Look, you're good at what you do, passing laws and proposing programs
in the capital to make people happy. I'm also good at what I
do...making people happy in hotel rooms."

"Stop it!" he commanded, the pain evident in his voice.

"Like it or not, we are who we are and we are what we
are. You're a congressman and I'm..."

"The most wonderful woman I've ever known," he interrupted.

"I'm a hooker Trace, a prostitute. I sell my body to..."

"I don't want to hear that. I just want to go home and make love to
you."

"Got a thousand dollars?" she asked, breaking both of their hearts.

"Don't do this," he pleaded.

"I've got to. I've got to make you realize that you're toying with sure
political suicide. Let's face it. In another lifetime we could have
been deliriously happy together, but this isn't another lifetime ---
it's this lifetime and here I'll only drag you down, keep you
from accomplishing all the really important things you can do with your
life, for others as well as yourself."

"I love you, Angilee."

"No, not me Trace. Someone, sometime, but not me. Please don't make
this any harder than it already is."

He started to interrupt, but she continued.

"You're a good, decent and honorable man and I'm trying very hard to do
the right thing here. So I'm going to get up and leave."

He started again to say something and again she hushed him by
continuing.

"Please don't come after me. No flowers, no calls. No anything. When I
walk out that door it will be the last time we ever see each other. It
hurts, but it's what has to be."

She rose and started to walk away.

"Angilee," he called. She stopped but did not turn around.

"I'll never forget you," he whispered to her.

She walked on out of the restaurant without looking back, knowing if
she did, her resolve might crumble.

She walked quickly so no one would notice the tears streaming down her
cheeks.


CHAPTER TWENTY

"I'm really sorry, honey."

Donna and Angilee sat at the breakfast table in the apartment.

"I was a fool to think I could have a future with someone like him. You
tried to warn me and I just wouldn't listen."

Angilee had spent most of the night crying with a heartache which was
unrelenting.

"Now don't beat yourself up. There'll be other men."

"Sure," said Angilee self deprecatingly, "why future U.S. Senators are
just lined up on my doorstep, all of them anxious to marry a home
wrecking whore."

"Come on, snap out of it! I know it hurts like hell right now. Give it
a little time, let me line you up with a few clients. That is...you do
still want to work for me?"

"For a while. I want to complete the girls's college trust funds, then
I'm quitting for good."

"What will you do?"

"I don't know yet. All I know is that sooner or later someone is going
to find out what I'm doing and if they do, I'll never see my kids
again."

"Sure, honey, I understand. Maybe you could go back to school. LeAnn
quit last week to go back and finish her degree."

"You sound happy for her."

"Of course I'm happy for her," replied Donna, "I have no misconceptions
about this business. We both know the money is good but it eventually
makes you old before your time. I encourage the girls to make some good
money, then get out while they're still young enough to make a good
life for themselves. Finding replacements isn't hard. The women come to
me. So stay with me as long as you like, but the sooner you leave, the
happier I'll be for you."

"Thanks again, Donna. I don't know what I would do without you."

The next few weeks Angilee worked almost every night, trying to forget
his face and the sound of his voice amid the myriad number of naked
bodies which filled her. She no longer experienced orgasm, even with
the occasional handsome young men who copulated with her so
energetically. She still gave them what they wanted, but her groans of
delight and screams of ecstasy were now simply an act, part of the
acquired skills of her trade. She fucked them and she took their money.
And each night she cried as, alone, she stared out the window and
wondered what if....

For a while Angilee tried to keep up with the progress of Trace's
political career. She saw in the paper that he had managed to win the
primary with the help of labor and a heavy minority vote, but the
papers agreed he faced an uphill battle to unseat the incumbent, a four
term conservative who was accustomed to winning by landslide margins.
Each time, however, she saw his name, the pain returned afresh, so she
began avoiding any mention of the general election still several months
away.

******************************************

One morning, Angilee was straightening the apartment, Donna having left
to do some shopping. She stopped to answer the twittering phone.

"Angilee, get out of there, now!!!" came Donna's urgent voice.

"Donna? What's wrong?

"No time to explain, the cops are..."

There was a click and the line went dead.

"Donna??? Donna??/" she dried, confused, panic beginning to set in.

Angilee, who often went barefoot, hurriedly put on her shoes and
started for the door, before returning to the large desk where Donna
kept her "appointment" book. Grabbing it, Angilee rushed to open the
door, only to find two detectives and three uniformed officers blocking
her way.

"Angilee Simmons?" one of the detectives asked.

"Yes."

"We have a warrant to search this apartment and a warrant for your
arrest on charges of prostitution," said the detective, grabbing the
John book from her. Angilee was read her rights and handcuffed. The
last thing she saw was the officers beginning to ransack the apartment
as she was led away.

The police had apparently had Donna and the apartment under
surveillance since she had bought out Penelope. Angilee was arraigned,
where her lawyer advised her to plead guilty. She did not want to offer
such a plea, afraid of what it might mean in terms of her chances of
seeing her girls, but when the lawyer explained that the police had
surveillance photos of her, as well as the other girls who worked for
Donna, and witnesses who could identify her positively, Angilee
relented and agreed for him to plead her to a guilty charge. She tried
to contact Donna, but apparently her Madame was facing the more serious
charges of actually running the prostitution ring and was being held
incommunicado.

Now sure that she would never see her children again, Angilee was
sitting in her cell, crying when the detective entered her cell for a
private conversation.

"You know you're looking at up to a year," he said.

"My lawyer says I'll probably get off with just a fine."

Not with Judge Mantee you won't. He's up for reelection and he's made
fighting prostitution his main campaign theme. You'll do jail time. I
guarantee it."

"Why are you telling me this? Just want to gloat?"

"No, as a matter of fact, I'm here to offer you a deal."

"I already told them. I won't testify against Donna. No way!"

"No, not that. We've already got two of the other girls who are wiling
to turn states evidence. I'm offering something...different."

"What?"

"There's a cop, Ben Kingsley, who's retiring. We're throwing him a
retirement party tomorrow night. At every retirement party we always
hire a stripper to perform."

"And?"

"And, if you agree to strip at his party, we'll tell the judge you
assisted us in an investigation. You'll probably only get probation."

"Could you get the charges dropped?" asked Angilee hopefully.

"No way we can do that. Your arrest is a matter of record. There's
already a file on you which has been turned over to the D.A.s office.
But I can guarantee you no jail time."

Angilee's mind whirled.

"And all I have to do is strip?"

"That and put out for him if he wants it."

"Just him?

"Just Ben," the detective replied.

"...all right," she said quietly.

Angilee was released the next morning into "police custody". She
returned to find the apartment in a shambles, lamps overturned, the
contents of drawers spilled over the floor, tables upended. The police
had been thorough. But, she knew, Donna's John book was all they really
needed. And if it was true that two of the girls had agreed to testify
against her, Donna was in serious trouble.

She straightened up the apartment, then sat down and tried to think of
what to do. She would, of course, fulfill her agreement at the
retirement party this evening, but she could not seem to focus on what
to do after that. If Donna did wind up in prison, how could she afford
the apartment? The police obviously knew all her clients and would be
watching. With no solution apparent, she fixed herself some lunch and
tried to take her mind off the current situation by reading the paper,
but, there, on the front page was an article about the election stating
Trace was trailing his opponent by double digits in the polls.

She tossed the paper aside and cried. Everything and everyone she had
ever cared about now seemed out of reach, the world closing in around
her.

**********************************************

Angilee dressed in her most provocative outfit, black uplifting bra
with lots of cleavage with a skimpy thong to match, fishnet stockings
under a micro mini skirt and silk blouse which tied around her midriff,
open to the waist.

When she arrived at the hall, she was quickly shown into a back room
where she waited to make her entrance. The meal was over but the men,
all officers who had served with the retiree, continued to drink for a
long while before she heard the voice of the detective who had visited
her in her cell.

"Ben, we've given you every toast we can think of. Now it's time to
really show you how much we appreciate your years of service by giving
you something else!"

There was applause and raucous laughter as the men anticipated Ben's
reward.

"A little something from all of us!" the officer shouted as he pointed
to the door, behind which stood Angilee.

Recognizing her cue, Angilee opened the door and stood in a sultry pose
in the doorframe while someone started some bump and grind music. There
were hoots and hollers as Angilee walked into the room and slowly began
her routine. She was accustomed to taking her clothes off for men, but
not to music, so she had practiced in the apartment until she no longer
felt awkward. As she began to slowly discard the blouse, she saw the
guest of honor seated on the front row. He had been pointed out to her
earlier, so as the blouse came off, she danced over to him and laid it
around his neck to the guffaws of the crowd. She caught sight of the
detective who had "recruited" her and as she bent over, the skirt
riding up almost to he waist, she saw him smile, but it was a smile
which, for some reason, made her uncomfortable. The skirt was drawn
slowly down and off and now the whistles and catcalls began in earnest
as she spun about on the six inch stiletto heels, cupping her breasts
and pouting her lips. When she tantalizingly unhooked and slid the bra
from her, several of the men made suggestive remarks. She stood in
front of the seated retiring officer and sensuously worked her thong
down and off, leaving her clad only in the fishnet stockings and heels.
She noticed the bulge in his pants as she swung her hips to the music
and approached him. The others parted as Angilee sat down across his
lap and kissed him hard and deeply. She could feel his erection
throbbing for release.

"Want some, Ben?"

Her question was met with loud laughter and calls for Ben to avail
himself of the invitation. The man ran his hands over her back and
then,with the urgings from his compatriots, he grabbed her buttocks and
buried his head between her breasts. The laughter and shouts became a
chant, like that of a cheerleading routine.

"Fuck her Ben, fuck her! Fuck her Ben, fuck her!"

"What about it Ben, want me?" she asked while nipping at his ear.

Suddenly, he stood up, grabbed her by the wrist and slung her, face
down, across a table. Her nest and anus were now exposed for all to see
and as the chanting grew louder, she looked back to see him drop his
pants.

Angilee closed her eyes as she felt his shaft enter and fill her in one
massive thrust. The drunken chants, laughter and encouragement
continued as he began thrusting and Angilee, now wise in the ways of
pleasuring men, began thrusting backward to take him as she squeezed
her vaginal muscles, giving him maximum tightness and stimulation. He
humped her even more vigorously when she loudly urged him on. He
orgasmed into her within seconds, withdrew and when she looked back,
was zipping his pants. Reasoning that she also was done, Angilee began
to get up, but before she could, a hand forced her head back onto the
table and she felt another penis enter her. She looked around to see a
middle aged rather burley man begin pumping her. She caught the eye of
the detective with whom she had made the agreement.

"I thought you said I only had to do Ben?" she said accusingly.

"Sure, only Ben," he said smiling and pointing to the man now thrusting
into her, "he's Ben too."

"And me," smiled a younger cop, "my name's Ben also."

"And me," laughed another as the man inside her climaxed and was
replaced by another.

"Seems like everyone in here is named Ben tonight," smirked the
detective, as he lined up with the others.

Angilee knew she had been duped and there was nothing she could do as
one after another twenty-seven men stood in line and as their turn
came, took down their pants and partook of either her nest or rear.
Several got back into line and took her a second time, sampling the
second time what they had not the first, while six men took her a third
time. Helpless to resist in any way and still hoping the detective
would live up to his commitment, Angilee gave them all what they
wanted, a tight hole and seemingly enthusiastic body. By the time the
last man shot his semen into her and withdrew, Angilee was not only
exhausted, but so sore she could barely walk to her car.

"You lied," she said as the detective walked up to the driver side
window.

"Maybe so, but there'll be no jail time." he smirked, "You earned it!"

****************************************

Angilee was never sure whether the detective had actually spoken to the
judge or whether Judge Mantee, a stern looking middle aged man, would
have rendered her sentence as he did anyway, but she did receive only a
fine and a severe warning from the judge that if she ever appeared in
his court again, she would not find him so lenient.

When she got home, the only good news which awaited her was that while
the police had seized all assets from her personal account which she
had combined with Donna's to hide the large sums she was making, the
trust funds for the girls had been left intact.

Finding herself virtually penniless, Angilee began looking for a job
that afternoon. She soon found that jobs flipping hamburgers at fast
food restaurants or working check-out at a supermarket were plentiful,
but the pay was minimum wage, a far cry from the thousand dollars a
night she had been making only a week ago. Desperate for some form of
employment, she accepted a job at a local book store.

She was devastated a week later when she was notified that Terry had
filed for permanent custody of the children. When she appeared before
the same judge as before, her appeal to see her children fell on deaf
ears as her arrest record for prostitution was placed before the court.
Argue though she did that she was now gainfully employed, the judge
gave full and permanent custody to Terry, also granting him the right
to restrict Angilee's access to the girls. She was mortified that
Terry's parents had brought them to the hearing where they were made
painfully aware of their mother's recent occupation. Angilee tried to
talk with them briefly, but Terry's mother intervened telling Angilee
icily that she would, as long as she lived, see that Angilee never
spoke to them again.

Angilee returned to the apartment that evening, crestfallen. Her world
was crumbling around her and she was powerless to stop it. She knew,
that with rent due at the end of the month, she would have to move,
that she could no longer afford the lavish apartment.

Donna's trial was quickly over, the former Madame, despite her lawyer's
best efforts to gain sympathy from the jury, receiving a five to seven
year prison term. When Angilee visited her in prison, Donna seemed to
have given up, the optimistic, effervescent, fun loving woman Angilee
had known and loved replaced by a woman who considered her life at an
end. Angilee could not believe the transformation in her friend, yet
nothing seemed to reach her, to any longer make a difference.

Two days later Angilee saw a familiar face among the stacks as she was
stocking new inventory.

"Jean, how are you?"

"I'm Okay," said the lovely redhead, one of Donna's former girls with
whom Angilee had been friendly, "how are you doing?"

"Okay I guess. It's just awfully hard to make it on minimum wage."

"Tell me about it," smiled the redhead ruefully. "Actually, that's why
I'm here."

Angilee gave her a quizzical look.

"I'm back in the business Angilee, working for a man named Carlos."

"A pimp," said Angilee disgustedly.

"Worse than some, better than a few," responded her friend. "Anyway,
he's got several of us who used to work for Donna working for him now."

Again Angilee looked at her with an uninterested expression.

"He's heard about you Angilee, heard about how good you are. That's why
I'm here. He sent me. He wants you to come to work for him."

"Oh no, no dice," said Angilee emphatically. Although she had no first
hand experience with pimps, she had heard the stories of how the girls
were treated, twenty to thirty tricks a night with all manner of
humanity and the beatings when you didn't bring in as much as the pimp
thought you should.

Jean saw the look of consternation on Angilee's face.

"It's Okay. Really. We don't make nearly what we did with Donna, but it
beats minimum wage."

"No thanks," said Angilee, succinctly.

"Well, if you should change your mind, here's my number," said Jean,
placing a small piece of paper in Angilee's shirt pocket.

"I won't."

"Just think about it, Okay?"

"Sure," said Angilee, with no intention of doing any such thing.

"It's good to see you again," said the redhead leaving.

"You too, Jean. Take care."

With that the girl was gone and Angilee returned to her job.

***************************************

Two days later Angilee was fired. She was told by the owner that money
was missing from the cash drawer. Angilee pleaded innocence, but it
soon became clear that the owner had become aware of her arrest record
and simply wanted her gone. Angilee wondered how he could have found
out, but decided not to push the issue. She left quietly and began
hunting another job. She was told at a local discount department store
that she could start the following week, but when she then received a
phone call from the manager advising her that they would not be hiring
her after all, she began to suspect that, the store manager too, had
somehow found out about her past. She had found a small apartment in an
old, rather run down, apartment house, but despite the cheaper rent,
she knew it was coming due the day after tomorrow and right now she had
less than half what she needed to meet the payment. Add to that her
lawyer's bill which she not even begun to pay and Angilee was beginning
to feel financial desperation.

After another day of fruitless job searching, she arrived at her
apartment to find a letter from the Department of Corrections. Since
Donna had no other family, she had listed Angilee as "next of kin". The
letter informed Angilee that Donna had committed suicide two nights
ago. Later, Angilee was to learn that Donna had become the unwilling
kinky sex toy of both guards and inmates. The night before her suicide,
Donna had been raped repeatedly with the guards' batons, beer bottles
and a softball bat. Angilee made arrangements to have Donna buried in
the community cemetery. The cost of the burial and headstone, although
reasonable, made Angilee realize she was now in dire financial straits.
At the rate she was going, she would be destitute very shortly. She
could not stand the thoughts of her friend lying in some unmarked
grave. She also realized she had been unable to put anything into the
kid's trust funds since getting out of jail and wasn't even meeting her
cost of living expenses, and that was when she was working. Now,
unemployed, without a job prospect anywhere, Angilee was quickly
running out of options. As she was hanging some clothes in the small
closet, she found the piece of paper with Jean's phone number. She
stared at it for several moments before pitching it in the wastebasket,
but two nights later with still no job in sight and the landlord now
pressuring her for the rent, she dug the paper out of the wastebasket
and again stared at it for several seconds. This time she walked down
the hall to use the pay phone.


CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

"So you wanta be my ho?" asked the large, pock faced, Puerto Rican.

"...yes..."Angilee answered, her voice barely audible.

She stood in front of his desk in the back room of a dingy pool hall.
There were three other women, Jean and two other whores or "hos" as
they were referred to in this part of town. Angilee did not know the
other two, nor did she know the four other men who stood around the
room, obviously confidants and bodyguards for the pimp, tacky in a gray
sharkskin suit, pink shirt and neon purple tie.

"Then show me the merchandise!" he grinned, his gold tooth glittering
in the naked light of a single overhead bulb.

"Here? Now?" she asked incredulously

"Here! Now!" he shot back with authority. It was obvious he was not
accustomed to being questioned by his "hos".

Angilee started to take off her spike heels.

"Leave the shoes and stockings. Let me see everything else," he
ordered.

Quietly, obediently, Angilee slipped out of her blouse, skirt, bra and
panties and stood naked before them except for the aforementioned
stockings and shoes.

"Not bad for an older bitch," he said as all the men leered at her
nudity, enjoying her discomfort.

"OK, on the desk and spread Œem!" he commanded, getting up and walking
around to her.

Angilee did as she was bidden, lying back on the desk, her legs
dangling over the front. As he approached, she spread her legs.

"Just like all those big companies uptown, we gotta maintain quality
control...make sure the customer is getting grade A merchandise," he
said, the other men and women laughing except for Jean who seemed as
uncomfortable as Angilee.

He unzipped his pants and entered her unceremoniously, Angilee uttering
a small grunt as he thrusted heavily into her dry and unprepared nest.
But she knew why she was here and she knew she had better prove herself
if she was to become one of Carlos' "hos", so she called upon her
myriad acquired skills including contracting tightly her vaginal
muscles each time he thrusted.

"Hey, this bitch ain't bad!" Carlos announced as he grabbed her legs
and held them high and wide to increase his access. He smiled, enjoying
not only the physical enjoyment of Angilee's body but also reading in
her face the degradation she felt at not only having to strip herself
naked on command, but offer herself as five other people watched her
debasement while Carlos took her. Angilee was under no misconceptions
when she worked for Donna. Her body was for hire, but her clients then
were mannerly and, for the most part, even respectful of her if not
what she was. But Carlos was treating her like a piece of meat. He was
deliberately shaming her, proving to her once and for all who was in
command and who held the power.

In less than a minute she felt his hot seed burst into her. He grinned,
but she could not meet his look of triumph. He then commanded her to
suck him back to erection whereupon he turned her over and filled her
anus until his second explosion filled her rectum with semen.

He grabbed her by the arm forcing her to face him.

"Do we know who's the man here?" he asked.

"...You are..." she said, quietly.

"All right then, here's the deal. I take the first three hundred each
night, that's your minimum, anything after that we split fifty-fifty."

"But..." Angilee started, realizing the number of tricks she would have
to turn just to make a fraction of what she had made with Donna. After
all, her new clientele would not be paying anything like the prices she
had commanded when she was working for Donna.

"But, what?" he asked threateningly.

"...Nothing..." she said, resigned to her new life as a pimp's whore.

"Oh, just one more thing," he said, motioning to the other men who each
grabbed an arm or leg and pulled her onto her back on the desk.

"What?..." she cried.

"I always mark my hos so they or anyone else won't forget who they
belong to," said Carlos.

One of the women Angilee didn't know approached the desk. The woman
produced a long needle and pair of pliers. When Angilee started to 
scream, a rag was stuffed into her mouth. The woman then proceeded to
pierce and insert a small ring through each breast nipple. She then did
the same to Angilee's labial lips, again without anesthetic. Carlos
inspected the three rings.

"Just don't forget Bitch. You're mine now!" he proclaimed, nodding to
the men to release her.

"Now you, Gale and Jean, get your asses out to Kenner park. I got
fifteen or twenty bikers who just rode into town looking for a little
action. You gonna give Œem all the action they want!"

Jean helped Angilee dress, minus the bra and panties which would have
rubbed painfully across her sore nipples and anal lips. That pain
however, would prove to be nothing compared to what the three women
were forced to endure that night from the drunken and/or sky high
bikers who enjoyed their pain as much as their bodies.

when they left the bikers, it was after midnight, yet Angilee had to
work another two hours as a common streetwalker just to make Carlos'
minimum. By four a.m. she had made enough to keep less than a hundred
dollars for herself. As she crawled into bed, exhausted, she cried
herself to sleep, convinced her soul belonged to the devil and that she
was already in hell.


CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

Angilee's life became a nightmare of offering her mouth, nest or anus
to anyone with the cash. As the weeks, then months rolled by, her life
was reduced to eat, sleep and screw. Carlos would, at times, arrange
for her to meet Johns, but much of the time Angilee spent on the
streets, dressed in leather mini skirt, jacket and heels --- nothing
more. She soon learned from the other girls to open the jacket and
flash her breasts to the passing motorists to attract their attention.
When they pulled over to the curb, she would lean in, ask if they
wanted something warm and tight. If the answer was affirmative, she
would get in and the negotiation would begin. She would sometimes get
as much as a hundred, often less, but one night, desperate to make her
minimum, the greasy haired young man just laughed when she asked for a
hundred, replying, "One hundred? Are you kidding. All I've got is
twenty. Take it or leave it."

She hated herself as Angilee heard herself say, "...Okay, twenty will
get you a blow job..."

"That's all?" he asked, eying the rings in her nipples, her jacket now
open to encourage the negotiation.

"What else you want?" she asked.

"Around the world!" he blurted.

"For twenty?" she asked incredulously.

"Yeah, for twenty. How old are you? You must be at least forty. I can
get something a lot younger than you for twenty."

The remark cut her terribly. Angilee was now thirty-three but when she
and Terry had gone out, she was often taken for a twenty-five year old.
It was obvious to her what life as one of Carlos' hos was doing to her.
But she had seen what Carlos did when one of his girls didn't bring him
his minimum.

"...All right, all of it for twenty," she said, directing him to the
cheap hotel which Carlos had his girls use.

Later as the man, who smelled as if he hadn't washed in a week, left,
Angilee was dressing when she happened to look into the mirror hanging
on the wall by the bed. Her hair was a mess, semen dripped from the
corner of her mouth, large dark puffy circles under her eyes gave her a
ghastly, almost vampiric appearance. Maybe the guy had given her a
complement, telling her she looked forty, for the face which stared
back at her was that of a fifty year old she thought. How did this
happen, she wondered, from a wife and mother to a twenty dollar whore?
Her heart aching, she finished dressing so she could get back onto the
street. Another six or eight tricks and she would have enough to put
something into the kids trust fund.

A week later, she tested positive for gonorrhea. She managed to get the
shot of antibiotics at a free clinic, but when she asked Carlos for a
night off, he beat her, first with his fists, then with a riding crop
until she relented and returned to the streets.

She, Jean and Susie, another of Carlos' girls, wound up working a
convention together, moving from room to room, servicing an endless
stream of conventioneers. It was here that Angilee was first introduced
to cocaine. She was near both mental and physical exhaustion and it
showed. Susie had been using for some time to help her through the
endless nights and offered Angilee a line. Reluctant, even in her
current state, Angilee finally consented to try it "just this one
time". The resultant boost in euphoria and energy led to her snorting
whenever she could afford it and Carlos made sure she was never without
it. Angilee soon forgot that there was little or nothing left to go
into the girls's trust funds once Carlos got his cut and Angilee paid
to support her growing drug habit.

The sun was rising when the two finally left.

Jean looked at Angilee, seeing the toll that life on the street and the
coke was taking.

"I'm sorry," said the redhead.

"For what?"

"For getting you into this. I want you to know that Carlos made me
recruit you. He told me what he would do to me if I didn't get you for
his stable. That first night, even when I told him you said you'd think
about it, he...."

She pulled open her blouse. Angilee gasped to see Jean had no nipple,
only an ugly scar on her left breast.

"He did that?"

"Yes," Jean said, her voice low, sad, resigned. "He pulled several of
the other girls into his office, then had me strip. He started fucking
me. I thought he just wanted to degrade me in front of the other girls,
but then he said he wanted to demonstrate what happens when his hos
disappoint him. He whipped out a knife and before I could do anything
he..." The woman closed her blouse without finishing.

"I"m so sorry. But none of what's happened to me is your fault,"
consoled Angilee. "I walked into all of this with my eyes open, first
as a call girl with Donna and now a street whore for Carlos. I have no
one to blame but myself."

They discussed briefly the notion of running away, but Jean related
that she had been told that one girl who tried, ended up, face down in
the river.

The girls parted, each going back to her own apartment to get a few
hours sleep before it was time to once again sell their affection,
their bodies and ultimately their souls.

It was a Saturday morning when there was a knock at the door, awakening
Angilee from yet another horrid dream in which she stands on the shore,
bound to a huge rocky crag, while Amy and Mary Beth sail off on a ship
with Carlos, who stands at the stern smiling. As Angilee screams and
watches in horrified helplessness, Carlos rips off her daughters
clothes and begins raping first one and then the other.

The sweat still clinging to her forehead as her eyes opened and the
fantasy began to vanish, she asked who it was.

"It"s Mitch, the super. You got a phone call."

She threw on a robe and hurried down to the phone which hung on the
wall at the end of the hall.

"Get your ass down here, now!"

With that there was a click and the line went dead.

What does he want with me? she asked herself. "Have I done something to
tick him off? I've been meeting my minimums. Will he beat me? she
wondered. Will he cut me like he did Jean?

Deciding she did not want him any angrier, she hurriedly dressed and
was standing before him in less than twenty-five minutes.

"Got a job for you," he said matter of factly.

Relieved that it appeared he was not actually angry with her, Angilee
simply nodded her head in the affirmative.

"Got a new recruit down at the bus station. She came in yesterday
afternoon, spent the night on the bus station bench. Probably a run
away, most of them usually are who come to town without enough money
for a place to stay or even something to eat."

Angilee gave him a puzzled look as if to ask what that had to do with
her.

"She's ripe for the taking. Problem is, while I usually have no trouble
talking them into coming down here for a "job" interview, she won't let
me near her. Must be afraid of men. We'll get her over that in a
hurry," he said smiling. "Here's what I want you to do. I want you to
recruit her, talk to her, gain her confidence, tell her you know this
guy who can get her a great job. Get her to come with you."

"But..." started Angilee.

"Shut up bitch and do what you're told! You just get her down here,
I'll take over from there. She looks like she's maybe fifteen or
sixteen, just the right age. Most guys will pay a lot to fuck a
teenager, especially one who's fresh and tender. She's blonde, got on
jeans and a purple tee-shirt."

He looked up at Angilee from behind the desk.

"Well, what the hell are you wanting for?"

"Nothing," said Angilee, hurrying for the door.

****************************************

Angilee spotted the girl easily. Besides the description, the look of
loneliness and fear were evident in the girl's face.

Angilee stopped at the counter and bought a couple of sandwiches and
sodas.

"You look like you might need this," said the prostitute, handing a
sandwich and soft drink to the girl.

The girl looked up, frightened.

"Are you with the...?"

"Police? Not hardly! I just happened to be here last night and saw
you," lied Angilee, "and when I spotted you just now, it was evident
you slept here. You looked like you might be hungry."

"Thanks," the girl replied beginning to wolf down the sandwich.

"Now let me guess. You've run away from home."

The girl hung her head. Her long blonde hair hung over her eyes, but
her face was fresh with the innocence of youth and attractive.

"Yeah, my mom remarried about a month ago. The guy"s a jerk."

"He trying to put the moves on?"

"Oh no, nothing like that. It's just that since Mom and Dad divorced
two years ago, she and I have done everything together. Now she spends
all her time with him ."

"And so you've decided to..."

"They don't want me there. So I decided to give them what they want."

"And you're sure this is what your mom wants?"

"Well, then, why does she spend all of her time with him?"

"Ever think about how tough it's been for your mom?"

"What do you mean?"

"She has needs too, you know. Besides you, she lost the most important
person in her life. Now she's found someone to love and be loved by."

"But she had me ."

"Of course and I'm sure that her love for you was probably all that
kept her going after the divorce, but she also needs to be loved in
another way. A way that you'll discover as you get older. By the way
speaking of age..."

"I'm seventeen, " said the girl, avoiding Angilee's eyes.

"How old?"

"Sixteen."

Angilee gave her a disbelieving smile.

"Okay, I'll be fifteen in August."

"Have you talked this over with your mom and step dad/"

"No."

"You might want to give them a chance before you just write them off ."

"But..."

"I'm betting they are both crazy out of their minds right now,
wondering where you are and whether you are all right."

"You think so?"

"Yes I do."

"But what can I do? I don't even have the money for bus fare."

"I'm sorry, but neither do I right now," said Angilee. "Look I know
where you can spend the night and get a good hot meal. If you want, you
can call home or even if you decide to stay, there's a guy who will
help you find a job."

"Really?"

"Sure," responded Angilee, knowing full well what consequences she
would suffer, but realizing that, like Amy and Mary Beth, this girl was
someone's daughter, someone who was, at this moment, most likely,
frantic with worry. She knew the price of helping this girl would be
high, terribly high, but her instincts as a mother would not let her
act differently. She simply could not allow anyone's daughter to come
under the control of Carlos or those like him. This girl could have a
second chance to reestablish her relationship with her mother, maybe
even work things out with the stepfather. Angilee was determined to
give her that chance.

"Go see Father Murphy at St. Michaels. It's only a few blocks north of
here. Take Ashley for four blocks, then left on Belmont. He'll see that
you get fed and have a place to sleep. You can call your parents."

Angilee knew of Father Murphy who had a reputation for helping
runaways.

"Thank you," said the girl, hope returning to her lovely blue eyes.
"But who are you?"

"Just a mother who would love to get a phone call from her daughters,"
answered Angilee. "Now you'd better get going."

The girl practically ran from the station, Angilee's eyes following her
as she crossed the street and was then lost to view.

Angilee shuddered to think what lay in store for her when she returned
empty handed.

********************************************

"Don't lie to me, bitch!" Carlos' voice was loud, angry. "You may think
I'm dumb, that you can make up some cock and bull story..."

"No, I wouldn't do that..."

"Shut up!. Do you really think I'm that dumb? I sent Larry there to
check up on you," he snarled, indicating one of the men who stood in
the office, near the wall.

"The little cunt went straight to St. Michaels. Father Murphy, no
doubt. Now I wonder where she could have gotten that idea?"

"I don't know Carlos. I swear I don't know. I tried to talk her into
coming with me, but she must have already talked with someone else,
because all she wanted was directions to the church."

"You're lying!!!" he screamed.

"No, I..."

Carlos motioned and two of the men along the wall grabbed Angilee by
the arms, holding her immobile as Carlos approached.

"Please Carlos!..."

"Shut up. I warned you when you came to work for me that if you ever
tried to screw me over you'd regret it."

"Carlos, I didn't..."

"What do you think should be the price for losing me a new ho?" he
asked rhetorically of the men holding her.

"Carlos, please!!!" begged Angilee as the pimp reached out and ripped
her blouse from her.

A knife appeared in his hand, Angilee's eyes wide with fear. A quick
slice and the bra fell away.

"A bitch who won't even help me recruit new girls acts like she doesn't
even want to work for me.

"No, Carlos, that's not true," implored Angilee, images of a body
floating in the river, flashing before her.

"Course, if a bitch don't work for me no longer, she can't wear this!"
he spat emphatically as he grabbed the small ring in her left nipple
and with a powerful jerk, ripped it from her breast. Angilee screamed
as her shredded nipple erupted in blood.


"Or this!" Sneered Carlos, as he grabbed the other ring and ripped it
from her other nipple with he same effect.

Angilee"s knees buckled from the pain, but the men kept her on her feet
as Carlos cut the skirt and panties from her. As he reached for the
ring in her vaginal lips, Angilee, even though nearly mindless with the
pain, begged, but to no avail, as the pimp seized the ring and jerked
it from her, her labial lips now hemorrhaging blood as rapidly as her
breasts. Angilee was close to fainting as the men tightened their hold
on her. Carlos, now calmly and coolly brought the knife up to her face.

"So bitch, looks life you don't work for me no more!"

Angilee was speechless with pain and fear.

"But I gonna tell you this. You ain't gonna work for nobody else
either! I mean who wants to fuck an ugly old bitch anyway!" he said as
the blade slashed her left cheek deeply from the corner of her eye to
her jaw. She screamed and fainted. Water was thrown in her face to
revive her as Carlos disfigured her again with a slash across her nose.
He then used the gaudy diamond ring he wore, with the stone set high,
to rip open her right cheek, the jagged wound streaming blood
everywhere. There was another slash across her forehead and another and
another and another. Angilee had already fainted but the pimp kept
slashing until her face was reduced to a bloody pulp. Finally, when
even the men holding her were beginning to look away in disgust, Carlos
wiped the blade on Angilee's bra which he picked up from the floor.

"Take her, but not too far. I want the other hos to find out about
this! I want Œem to know what happens when they try to cross me."

The men holding Angilee's unconscious body carried her to a car where
she was dumped in the trunk. Several blocks away, they found a deserted
alley and dumped her body there, neither figuring to check, but both
sure she was dead by now.

A wino making his daily rounds of the dumpsters saw the figure and
warily approached. He was horrified to she her disfigured body and face
and took her for dead, but as he started to walk away from any
involvement, he heard a low moan and a pathetically small and weak
voice utter through torn and bleeding lips, "Help me. Please...help
me."


CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

The once attractive woman was hospitalized for a week. The lacerations
were, not in themselves, life threatening, but the total blood loss had
been severe. Angilee had almost bled to death. As it was, the doctors
has sewn up her wounds, but when it was discovered she was a
streetwalker with no health insurance, there was no mention of plastic
surgery. The extent of her wounds were so severe that even with
surgery, there would have been some scaring, but without the expensive
reconstructive series of operations, her face and body would reman
hideously disfigured.

Jean stopped in to see her and then again when Angilee was discharged
to help her get home.

"Here, take this," said Jean, slipping two fifty dollar bills into
Angilee's hand. "I don't know when I'll see you again. Carlos knows I
came to see you in the hospital. He said if I saw you again, I'd be
sorry."

With that her friend was gone.

Angilee managed to avoid mirrors until after the stitches were taken
out, but finally she could stand it no longer and faced herself in the
mirror. Instead of an attractive thirty-three year old, the face which
stared back at her was ugly, even repulsive. Her facial wounds had left
multiple widely fragmented scars which gave her the look of something
from a B grade horror flick. Angilee gasped. She had known it would be
bad, but nothing had prepared her for what she now saw. One side of her
face sagged where the knife had cut facial muscle. Her eye and corner
of her mouth were drawn which only added to the horrific effect of the
scaring. She pulled open her robe and starred at what had been the
nipples on her breasts. There were now only misshapen nodules on each
breast. She knew her labial lips would also have suffered the same
disfigurement. She cried for hours.

Jean had food brought to her, even paid her next month's rent, but
Angilee knew Jean could not afford this type of expense indefinitely,
so as soon as she was feeling able, Angilee returned to the streets.
She was laughed off the usual corners by the other prostitutes. She
wore her hair longer now to conceal her face as much as possible and
worked only the corners in the most run down part of town where the men
didn't care what the woman looked like as long as she could suck or
fuck them to orgasm. Angilee was now turning tricks for ten, sometimes
five dollars. Her Johns were the men the other streetwalkers wanted
nothing of, perverts, druggies and sickos. Twice she was beaten, but
perhaps most painful were the times when the men caught sight of her
face, either recoiling or laughing as if she were a circus sideshow
freak.

One afternoon there was a knock at the door of her apartment. Making
sure her hair was pulled down on both sides of her face, Angilee opened
the door a crack to see a slightly attractive, dark haired woman, about
twenty-five to thirty.

"Angilee Simmons?" the woman asked.

"Yes."

"I'm Rebecca Walker from the Sun Times. I'd like to talk with you."

"You must have the wrong..."

"I'll make it worth your while," said the woman flashing a twenty
dollar bill.

Angilee, still wary, admitted the stranger. They sat at the kitchen
table.

"I understand you know Trace Kilborne, " said the woman producing a
standard public relations photo of the candidate.

Angilee sensed instantly why the woman was here. She no doubt had
gotten wind that she and Trace had gone out and wanted a scoop on a
"Congressman Dates Prostitute" story.

"Trace Kilborne? Let's see, isn't he running for some office?

"Yes, U.S. Senator. I've received information that the two of you dated
some time back.

Yes, Angilee thought to herself, you're just another media hound, ready
to smear anyone if it means a headline.

Angilee slowly pulled the hair from around her face. The woman almost
gasped aloud.

"Lady, do I look like someone a U.S. Senator would go out with?"

"I'm...I'm sorry," the woman pushed ahead, "but I was told what was
done to you. You haven't always looked...like...like...you do."

The dark haired woman placed the twenty under the salt shaker.

"There's more where that came from if you would be willing to..."

"Honey," said Angilee, trying to sound as crass as possible, "for
another twenty I'd say that I dated Bill Clinton, but the truth is,
I've never laid eyes on this Trace Kilborne. I don't know him from Adam
and I certainly never went out with him."

"Are you sure? My information..."

"Unfortunately for both of us, is wrong."

The woman looked Angilee in the eyes, neither blinked.

"You're absolutely sure?"

"Ms. Walker, I may not know the names of all my Johns. But a handsome
face like that. Oh. I'd know if I had been out with him."

The woman was crestfallen. She had obviously been expecting to break a
sensational story.

"If it's more money you want..."

"Lady, all the money in the world won't change what is. I don't know
him. I never met him and I certainly never dated him!"

The woman left, her disappointment obvious.

Angilee smiled momentarily, images flashing through her mind of a world
of only months past which now seemed an eternity ago. Tears ran down
her cheeks as she put the twenty in the sugar bowl where she kept her
money.

Later that night, as the ghosts of husband, family and the two men who
had meant so much and who could have meant so much more, would not
leave her, despite the cocaine which was now taking almost three times
as much to produce a high which lasted only half as long, Angilee asked
the Black drug dealer who supplied her if there was anything which
would make the hurt go away.

"Of course, baby, I got just what you need. Even give you a free
sample. Just come with me."

That night Angilee Simmons was introduced to Heroin.


CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

Angilee's life became a mixture of life on the street, where she sold
her mouth and body, and the incredible heartache and loneliness of her
life at the apartment which the heroin could blunt, its stupor
enveloping her for hours, only to reemerge into her existence of
repulsive and rejected whore. She barely ate now, the drug was what she
lived for, nothing else. Except for brief lucid moments, the girl's
trust funds were forgotten as Angilee became the slave of her
savior/demon. What little money she earned went into her arm to escape
the memories which were at one and the same time so sweet and so
painful.

It was mid afternoon and Angilee was finally awake, having slept off
her drug induced dreams. As she dragged herself to get dressed, she
rarely bathed now, there was a knock at the door.

Through the crack she saw a face, familiar yet not at all recognizable.
The man's eyes were sunken, his skin sickly jaundiced. He was so much
thinner now than she had remembered, but the voice, though weak, was
unmistakable.

"Angilee, is that you?"

"Jeremy? My God yes, come in!"

"I may need a little help," he said, wavering a bit as she slid back
the bolt and opened the door. He leaned on her heavily as the two of
them struggled to get him to the bed where he collapsed, exhausted.

She made some soup and fed him. At last he seemed strong enough to
talk.

"Jeremy, what are you doing here? What's happened?"

"I have sought you out Angilee Carver...er Simmons, changing your name
made it a lot harder to find you. I have come to you to help me die."

"What?" she asked incredulously.

"Aids," he said quietly, " stage three of one of the new drug resistant
strains. I guess I wasn't as careful as I thought. Guys aren't supposed
to get it from girls you know. Wouldn't you know I'd be one of the
exceptions."

"Oh Jeremy..." she cried.

"Ah, ah, please save me the sorrow and pity. Mom and Dad wrote me off,
so I sat down and thought, who would I most like to see one more time?"

She hugged him to her, but he began coughing uncontrollably, spitting
up blood.

"Pneumonia," he finally managed to whisper in between coughing spells,
"but let me look at you," he said lifting his arm weakly to pull back
her hair.

She started to pull away, hide her face from him, but somehow could
not. There was no revulsion in his eyes, not even the pity which was
somehow worse, only acceptance.

"Looks like life has dealt us both an unlucky hand," he said.

"It's wonderful to see you again, Jeremy."

"Is it Angilee? For you know I have come here to die in your arms."

"You always were the romantic."

"And you the lady who wanted so to experience the new and exciting.
Have you, Angilee?"

"A lot was new and yes, exciting, but we both seem to have paid the
price," she replied, looking into his eyes.

"Ah, yes the piper who must be paid. May I stay Angilee?"

"Of course," she answered.

He started to say something else, but was racked with coughing and,
weakened, drifted off to sleep.

Angilee undressed him and got him under the covers. When she was
convinced he was sleeping soundly, she silently got out her kit and
felt the pain drift away as her nightly companion, who never failed
her, oozed into her veins.

For the next two weeks Angilee cared for Jeremy, staying lucid enough
to feed and bathe him, but as his condition worsened, she felt helpless
and with the helplessness came depression and with the depression, her
needle and powder called upon even more often.

They talked whenever he had the strength and she, clear headed enough.
He would describe their trysts and she would smile. Sometimes he would
talk until they both drifted off to sleep in mid sentence.

One night, a week and a half later, Jeremy quietly drifted away in his
sleep as Angilee lay next to him in a heroin stupor.

The body was shipped back to his parents for burial. Angilee had never
even gotten to say goodbye.

Her depression deepened as she came to realize that Jeremy had escaped
while she still remained to feel the loneliness, to endure the pain.

She remained lucid long enough to place a call.

"Hello."

"Terry, It's me Angilee."

"Angilee, you aren't supposed to..."

"I know, I know. But Terry I just thought that maybe we..."

"Angilee, I'm engaged.Susan and I are getting married next month. Now
if you'll excuse me..."

"Oh, I didn't know. Terry, please...let me talk to Amy and Mary Beth."

"I don't think that would be a good idea."

"Please, just this one last time. I'm going away and I promise I won't
ever call again."

There was a long pause.

"All right, just a moment."

"Hello," came a small voice.

"Amy, it's mommy."

"You're not my mommy anymore!"

"Yeah," came Mary Beth's voice, obviously on an extension, "Susan's
gonna be our mother now!"

"Wait..." Angilee cried but there was a click and the line was dead.

Perhaps no other pain she had endured cut her heart asunder as did
those two short sentences.

She walked back toward her room, tears almost obscuring the photo and
headline of a newspaper not yet picked up outside the adjacent
apartment.

The photo was of a smiling Trace Kilborne, one arm raised, waving in
celebration while the other arm was around the waist of a beautiful
young woman. The headline read:



KILBORNE PULLS UPSET

Angilee had had no idea yesterday was election day. She picked up the
paper to read the subheading:

SENATOR ELECT INTRODUCES FIANCEE

AT VICTORY CELEBRATION

The newspaper slid from her hands and Angilee almost stumbled as she
made her way back to the room.

So much for the Tarot cards, she thought bitterly. She took out the
trust fund papers and laid them on the table where they would easily be
found. Calmly, she walked into the bathroom, got her kit and injected
twice her normal fix into her arm.

As the serene calm of the drug began to permeate her body, Angilee
looked, as if trying to find something just beyond her line of sight,
reached out clumsily and losing consciousness, fell, face first into
the toilet. For a brief second her head raised in reflex, then as if
seeking final relief, her head lowered once more into the water. There
were bubbles, two inhalations, two slight jerks of her body and Angilee
Simmons, at last reaching the oblivion she sought, drowned in less than
four inches of water.


CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

Three days later, on a back page of the newspaper, appeared the
following:

Angilee Simmons, of 364 West Seventh Street, Apt. 4, drowned Wednesday
after taking an overdose of narcotics. Ms. Simmons, previously arrested
for prostitution, drowned in her bathroom toilet after consuming what
the coroner called a massive dose of heroine. The body was discovered
by the building superintendent. Ms. Simmons was buried in a section of
the community cemetery yesterday

What the paper did not report was that Angilee was buried in a pauper's
grave. There was no service, no headstone and no one attended the
burial. Angilee Simmons died alone and unloved. She was thirty-three
years old.