Thought Riot

“I’m sorry,” I said.
I said it only after we had returned safely to the car and were pulling out of the parking lot. She had walked the twenty or thirty feet to the car without ever bothering to put on her shirt. To the best of my knowledge no one had seen her, but that was only a matter of chance. At any moment a car may have driven down the well used alley way to patronize any of the several stores that, like the bookstore, had rear entrances for the convenience of their customers. Or perhaps an employee of one of those stores may have chosen to take a cigarette break at that particular moment and walked out of the store and seen her. Cars driving through the intersections at either end of the short alleyway would have allowed their drivers a perfect view as well, and since the alleyway abutted homes that faced the street one block over there were rear windows to be considered as well as opened garage doors.
“Sorry for what?” she responded.
“I’m sorry that I…Aren’t you going to put your shirt on?”
“Why, do you want me to?”
I looked at her bare tits and then quickly glanced out the window. The street wasn’t bumper to bumper by any means, but it wasn’t deserted either. I looked both ways and for the moment no one was coming. I turned left and proceeded to accelerate.
“Well, do you or not?” she asked. “I don’t see any reason to put it on but I will if you ask me to.” When I didn’t immediately answer she simply smiled and changed the subject.
“You said you wanted to apologize for something?”
“Yes, I…I wanted to apologize for…for, you know…feeling you up like I did.”
“You don’t have to feel sorry for that. If I had minded I wouldn’t have put your hand there in the first place.”
“I don’t mean earlier. I mean later when I… when I…
“When you stuck your fingers inside me? That WAS a surprise, but it wasn’t a big deal. Don’t worry about it.”
We drove in silence for perhaps a minute before Angel said, “And I’m sorry too.”
“What are YOU sorry for?” I asked as I lit the first cigarette I’d had since before entering the book store.
“I’M sorry that you threw in all that shit about wanting me to use the dildo. I thought everything had been going fine until then.” It sounded more like a rebuke than an apology, but I gracefully let it slide. The last thing I wanted to do was to get into an argument with her.
“I don’t know. It was in the spur of the moment and I didn’t mean anything by it. I’m sorry it bothered you.”
“I wouldn’t say it bothered me, but it certainly threw me off track. Up until you mentioned the dildo I thought I had everything under control.”
‘You mentioned it first,” I reminded her.
“Yes, and now I wish I hadn’t. Put yourself in my place for a minute. I’m trying go get you to hire me and I don’t have any idea of what you’re really looking for. Your advertisement said that the work wouldn’t be pornographic, and then you ask me to stuff a dildo in my pussy and let a roomful of strangers watch me masturbate? For all I knew it was some kind of test.”
“It wasn’t.”
“Obviously, since we’re having this discussion. Unfortunately I didn’t know it at the time. I suddenly had a decision to make. If I DID accept your offer - and I followed through with it - you might think I was a little too slutty and I’d lose my chance of being hired. On the other hand, if I said no to the offer you might not hire me because I wasn’t willing to do what you wanted me to do. You put me in a position where I had to choose, and I really didn’t have enough information to go on.”
There was a grey Ford Explorer waiting to enter traffic from a side street and I gave car a little more gas to go in front of him so he would be safely behind us where I could keep and eye on him. For the time being he was the only car we needed to worry about, but I knew that there would soon be others. I could my blood pressure rising.
“So why did you choose to reject the offer? Why not accept it?” I asked, taking another look in the rear view mirror.
“I weighed the options and decided that I had the best chance of getting the job by rejecting it. If I accepted and then found out it was the wrong choice I wouldn’t have much chance to change your mind. By NOT accepting I at least had a chance of making up for it later on.”
I thought about what she’d said and it made sense. She was doing her best to straddle the saddle and not fall off horse.
“If I had known that you really wanted me to do it I would have, if that’s what you want to know,” she said just before I was ready to respond to her last statement. “Like I’ve told you, I WANT this job. So tell me, did you want me to do it or not?”
I had to think before answering. “Yes and no. I guess I wanted to see what you would do. In the end you did it anyway, only you used your fingers instead of the dildo. If you wanted to play it safe, why did you do it then and not earlier?”
“By then you’d stuck your finger in my pussy. I figured that anybody who did that while a group of strangers watched wasn’t strictly a non-pornographic kind of guy. From that point on I just did what I wanted to do.”
“And that’s what you WANTED to do?”
She smiled enigmatically and changed the subject. “I really do hope you’re going to hire me. We seem to understand each other and we get along together. I think we’d have a good time. I didn’t do anything that you didn’t want me to, did I?” In the view mirror I saw the Explorer had changed lanes and accelerated. Instead of trying to stay ahead of him I gambled and quickly tapped on the brakes. Thankfully he passed by so quick that he didn’t see her nudity.
“No. I was a little nervous of course,” I responded, “but now that it’s over I don’t think I could have asked for anything better.”
“So, it didn’t jeopardize my chance of getting the job?”
“No. If anything it did the opposite.”
“So, you enjoyed it?”
“It was the highlight of the last ten years of my life,” I said with complete sincerity.
“If you enjoyed it so much then why are you so nervous now? I’ve been watching your eyes and you’ve spent more time looking at the traffic than you have my tits. I told you I’d cover up if you wanted me to.”
“No, don’t,” I said more quickly than I suppose I should have. “If it gets too busy I’ll tell you, but keep if off for now.”
She smiled wickedly at me. “The last ten years, huh? Do you want to make it the last twenty?” Before I could answer she unbuttoned her shorts and slipped them off. “I never came, you know.”
I snubbed out what was left of my cigarette in the ashtray and put both of my hands firmly on the steering wheel.
**********
I couldn’t make up my mind if I was more excited or frightened. Here I was, an older man driving down the main street of town with a totally naked girl in my car, and if that weren’t enough she was masturbating. Her right foot was braced against the top of the dash and her left was dangerously close to the accelerator. If I had driven the Chevy Suburban we would be riding high off the ground, but when Karen and I had returned from the morning’s field trip I had noticed the gas gauge showed it was nearly empty. Rather than subject Angel to a potentially embarrassing pit stop dressed in less than pit stop apparel I had opted to take the Taurus instead. Now she was vulnerable to the eyes of almost everyone on the road.
It was over five miles to the freeway and another six miles before we reached home. I wasn’t concerned all that much about the freeway – few people take the time to look in other people’s cars as they pass by - but I was concerned about the five miles it took getting there. From here to the on-ramp was primarily commercial property, with a smattering of residential thrown in for good measure, and there were numerous stop signs and traffic signals along the way that could cause us problems. The last mile or so was industrial and if we could make it to there we would probably be safe since the five o’clock exodus from those heading home after a day’s work was almost an hour away. Traffic was still light but there were not enough traffic to keep me nervous. To calm myself I lit another cigarette.
Despite the XXX-rated performance occurring only inches away from me I tried like hell to keep my eyes trained on the road. I wasn’t altogether successful but I did manage to avoid accidents and I kept track as best I could the position of all the cars in the area. Masturbating in the bookstore with the doors locked was one thing but doing it along a major thoroughfare where any stray glance would draw attention was quite another. With her foot on the dash and a liberal amount of bare leg showing above window level I suspected such stray glances would be inevitable.
We made it through the first two intersections without anyone seeing her, but we encountered a problem as we approached the third. I saw the light change to red in the distance and the brake lights from the Explorer came on. The last thing I wanted was to sit stationary next to the Explorer, but given the distance from us to the light I felt confident that we were far enough away so that gradual slowing would increase the chances that we wouldn’t need to stop at all. I took my foot off the pedal and as we slowed I took advantage of the situation by treating myself to a full ten second stare at Angel’s fingers as they slid in and out of her wet pussy. Finally I forced my eyes to look at the road again and as I did I caught a quick glimpse in the rear view mirror of a yellow Volkswagen gaining on us from behind. I lightly tapped the brake and slowed even more. I was expecting the driver to stay behind us, but instead he changed lanes and passed us on the right. The driver was male and as he passed I noticed him glancing at Angel’s exposed leg. He didn’t slow down but I was sure he had seen her tits as well as her leg. At that very moment, I thought, he was wondering what else she wasn’t wearing.
Now that he was ahead of us I tapped the brakes again and slowed even more quickly. The Explorer was now at a complete stop and yellow Volkswagen was slowing as well. We were getting dangerously close to the intersection and it was decision time. It was too late for us to either fall back and get behind the Volkswagen or speed up and get between the two cars, and I realized that the only option that would keep her out of sight was to stop a full three car links from the crosswalk.
I had just begun to brake when I noticed the light was changing to yellow for the cross traffic. I began relaxing a little assuming that we had it made. Within a second or two the yellow light would turn to red and with acceleration we could speed pass them cars without needing to stop. They wouldn’t see a thing. I waited a few seconds and then accelerated.
Now, assumptions are based on a probability that a particular action will or will not happen. We examine the facts, assign fictional ‘weights’ to the various outcomes, make a logical evaluation of the data, and then simply give it our best guess. Theoretically the most logical outcomes should prevail most of the time, and when they don’t it’s normally caused by GIGO. For those of you who are not computer literate or up to date on current mumbo-jumbo, GIGO is an abbreviation for Garbage In-Garbage Out which is an acronym noting that garbage inputted into a computer results in garbage outputted.
Like shit, GIGO happened. My input was garbage and the output got fucked up. The yellow light I had seen was for the CROSS traffic to stop in order to let cars make a left turn in front of us and not, as I had assumed, a green light for us to go. I had noticed the left hand turn signal too late to do anything other than to slam on the brakes and come to a complete stop almost nose to nose with the Explorer. We couldn’t turn left, we couldn’t turn right, we couldn’t creep forward for fear of being clipped by the turning cars, and by the freakiest of circumstances a crappy looking car that must have been ten years old had popped up out of a bad dream and was slowing down behind us. We were trapped and there was no option other than staying where we were and letting the driver of the Explorer get an eyeful of Angel’s naked body.
Once she had shucked her shorts and begun playing with her pussy Angel had closed her eyes and shut out all distractions. Despite my sudden slowing she continued to masturbate and was completely ignorant that we were stopped, much less that she was being observed. That was about to change. When the light finally turned green I floored it. The screech of the tires and my fast acceleration finally caught her attention. She immediately jumped forward and pulled her foot of the dash. “What the hell was that?” she asked with a look of panic on her face.
“Some yo-yo in a SUV,” I answered as I checked my rear view mirror and saw the gray Explorer pacing us in the other lane. “He pulled up along side at the stop light and he was looking at you.”
“Thank God! For a minute there I thought maybe we were going to be in accident! You should have given me some sort of a warning.” She nervously reached for her cigarettes and then settled back in the seat and lit one.
All of a sudden a black VW pulled out of a driveway in front of us and I had to brake in order to avoid hitting it. It accelerated to perhaps 25 MPH and then held that speed. I looked in the rear view mirror and saw the Explorer rapidly approaching on the right, with the yellow Volkswagen right behind and the crappy looking junk heap still behind us.
“I think it’s time for you to put your shirt on again,” I said, looking at her. I think she knew I was worried.
“Are you sure he saw me? He’s certainly not making much of an attempt to catch up with us.”
I looked in the mirror again and saw that she was right. It didn’t seem like he had closed the gap at all. If anything he seemed further away than before. I quickly checked the speedometer to make certain I wasn’t exceeding the speed limit and then took my foot off the gas and let the car drift over to right side of the road.
“I don’t know,” I said “He was sitting too high for me to see his eyes, but the guy in the yellow VW definitely did. He was looking directly at your leg when he passed us.”
“What could he see from a VW? I’m talking about the guy in the Explorer.”
“I think he did, but now I’m not so sure.”
“Then why don’t you slow down? If he’s already seen me then what’s the difference? And if he didn’t see me but you THINK he did then it’s the same as if he had, right?”
“No. If he did then he…I mean, if he didn’t he didn’t whether I…?
“”Let him catch up with us so I can give him a show. That way we’ll all know for certain.” She smiled at me and then put her leg on the dash board again.
There was a flaw in Angel’s logic – I knew there was – but I couldn’t quite figure out what it was. I looked in my rearview mirror and saw him gaining on us. I placed my foot on the brake pedal and pushed it softly.
Angel placed her foot on the dash again and began playing with her nipples. Her eyes were looking into the side mirror and watching him as he approached.
“SHIT!” I heard her say as the Explorer breezed by us without so much as attempt to slow down to match our speed. ‘He never even slowed down. Are you sure he saw me the first time?”
“I don’t know. I’m not as certain as I had been, that’s for sure.”
“So speed up again and catch him. I WANT him to see me.”
“I don’t think I have to. He’s slowing down. I think he noticed you this time.”
**********
Angel’s window was down and her long hair was blowing in the wind. Her arm was resting on the car door and she was looking straight ahead as our two cars closed the gap. She was still smiling.
As we came closer together I could see him looking back at us through his side mirror. When the two were side by side he adjusted his speed to match ours and smiled down at Angel. Cool as could be she just sat there and didn’t do or say anything.
From where I was sitting the roof of the car still blocked my view of his eyes, but I was nervous nonetheless. She was sitting close enough to the door that he probably couldn’t see her pussy, but her bare breasts would easily visible to his eyes. I kept trying to put myself in his position. What was he thinking? What was she? Would he say something to her? Would she sit silently from here to the Freeway letting him stare at her breasts without moving?
Although it seemed longer it was probably not more than ten, or perhaps fifteen, seconds before Angel leaned over and took the cigarette pack out of my shirt pocket. To do so she had to move her body across the whole car and I knew that he had undoubtedly been introduced to the sight of her ass and probably her pussy as well. She shook one out of the pack and then sat forward and waited for the lighter in the dash to warm enough to ignite her cigarette. When it was lit, she returned to her seat and assumed her previous pose.
Another long ten seconds passed before Angel turned and rolled down the window. “So, are you enjoying the show?” I heard her ask.
If there was an answer I couldn’t hear it for all the noise the wind was making as its rushed through her open window, but suddenly she moved the cigarette to her left hand and began running her right hand over her breasts.
Quite honestly I didn’t know what to do. I wanted to push down on the accelerator and escape, yet I wanted to stay and watch as she exposed herself to this stranger. I was afraid that she would take it to the next level and afraid that she wouldn’t. My mind was getting confused and my wants and desires were getting mixed up with my fears and uncertainties. Then – suddenly – I felt myself starting to get hard. It had been a long time, and I was ecstatic. Perhaps my idea of hiring a model was the panacea I had been looking for. Hopefully by the time the 20 days were over I would find that it had been caused by lack or stimulation and not, as I had feared, total impotence. Perhaps Angel, like Karen, would want to fuck me once we returned to the house. Would I be able to perform? My hands were sweating and the steering wheel felt wet.
Still rubbing her hands over her breasts she turned to me and asked “How far is it to the freeway?”
“That’s it straight ahead,” I said pointing to already visible sign pointing the way.
“Just in time,” she said. “This is getting me hot.” She placed both feet against the dash and then turned and exposed her pussy to him. I let out a small gasp when I suddenly realized what she was doing. Her right hand was on the seat and her left began stroking the tight, curly hair between her legs. She was pointing her pussy directly at him and there was no doubt in my mind that she was parting her lips for his visual pleasure.
She was high above the seat that she could easily be seen by anyone on the road whether they were approaching us from the rear, coming at us from the other direction or even walking down the street. As far as I could tell it wouldn’t have bothered her if the whole damn world was to watch. She seemed to revel in her exposure.
I watched her every bit as attentively as our new friend in the Explorer. Facing her from the front he could see things that I obviously couldn’t, but I was closer and had what I imagined was a better much better view. I was viewing her from behind, and through her parted legs I could see both holes in Technicolor brilliance as her fingers caressed and stimulated them in tandem. She was wet and there was a musky smell of sex in the car that even the open window failed to disperse. No, I thought, I wouldn’t have wanted to change positions with him all. The only thing that he had in his favor was that he was seeing her for the first time, and in a completely unexpected environment. He was experiencing her in much the same way as I had experienced the girl in Terry’s Tavern – suddenly and unexpectedly. It was a moment in time that he would be remembered forever, and the memories would stay with him as long as lived. I on the other hand had twenty more days to learn more of her body’s pleasures.

Lizzie knew she wanted him the first moment she saw him that morning. He walked into the building with a confidence built into his stride; yet he didn’t strut, he wasn’t showing off. He just walked like he knew who he was and why he was where he was. She liked that. He walked right into the elevator she had just entered and gave her a smile.
Some smiles say just, “Hello.” Others say, “I don’t even care who you are.” Some smiles even say, “You’re pretty great.” His smile wasn’t any of these generic ones; she could feel deep in her loins what he was thinking as he smiled at her: “I know you want to give me a blow job.” She smiled back at him, “Yes, I do.” And then the elevator began to ascend and within a few seconds, he was off; she was wet between her legs staring at the numbers rise until she reached her floor.
She went about her normal work day, sorting this and doing some research on that. After a while, she began to think that all of this had just been in her head. She had been uncommonly randy recently, usually masturbating in the bathroom at work at the start of her lunch breaks—something she generally wouldn’t consider doing. Her sex life with her partner was pretty active—and she really couldn’t imagine what had gotten her in this mood, or hormonal state.
When lunchtime came around this day, she made straight for the bathroom and within a few minutes with her pocket vibrator, she had cum thinking about going down on the guy from the elevator. She had imagined grabbing his cock in the elevator through his pants, and going down on him while the elevator ascended the next morning. She cleaned up quickly and made her way to the elevator to go to lunch.
When she got on the elevator she half expected to see him there, but was disappointed. Of course he worked quite a few floors below her, so she shouldn’t have gotten her hopes up. But when the elevator passed his floor on the way down, he still didn’t appear, and she began to relax. She hadn’t realized how tense she had been anticipating being in his presence again.
She went to her favorite restaurant just a few buildings away and sat down at her usual table. And suddenly she was surprised to see seated directly in front of her at a different table and alone, the guy from the elevator. She gasped, audibly at the surprise, and he smiled like he understood why. He gave her the same smile as before and got up from his table to talk to her.
“Hi, I’m Jeremy. I think we work in the same building.”
“I’m Lizzie,” she said, trying to maintain her composure. Her pussy had begun to moisten again and at the sound of his voice she could swear she felt his tongue stroking her lower lips; she felt an electric thrill run up her spine.
He asked her if she minded some company while she ate; and of course, she accepted and they spent a long lunch talking about everything that was on her mind except her blowing him right there. Actually, the conversation seemed oddly non-sexual, and she wasn’t sure whether to be put off or flattered, but before she could decide, she realized that she was late in getting back from her break. He quickly paid for both of their meals and they walked back to their building at a rather non-romantically brisk pace.
They entered the elevator alone and she briefly considered making some sort of move on him; she felt she could taste her pheromones in the enclosed air. But his stop was too quick and she went back to work for the day; she didn’t see him on the elevator on the way home and was disappointed. She masturbated as soon as she got home thinking of his tongue lapping at her pussy; she came several times to this fantasy.
The next day, Lizzie saw Jeremy on the elevator in the morning and they exchanged hellos and his sexy smile. Again, they both ate lunch together as if by accident. The conversation went so smoothly again they had both silently decided that this would be how they spent their lunches from now on.
And so they did, meeting for lunch at the same place each weekday, coming expecting to see each other but never making plans. Several weeks passed by. But Lizzie was disappointed that Jeremy wasn’t trying to take this any farther—she had dropped hints several times, exerted her subtle feminine pressures to push him to ask her out, but he hadn’t. She wondered if he was dating; or worse yet, married or gay. At the same time, she was also relieved that he hadn’t tried to make a move on her—she was in a relationship, and she was happy with it. But she lusted after Jeremy and had now begun to masturbate two or three times a day thinking of him. She had never lusted after a man before like this.
Finally, almost a month after they had first met on the elevator, she decided to ask him straight out why he hadn’t asked her out. She was consumed with curiosity as to what his explanation might be and she wanted him as badly as she had ever wanted anything.
“Why haven’t you asked me out?” she blurted. Jeremy was speechless for a moment—a scant few seconds ago, they had been talking about a book they had both read.
“Ah, well,” his voice trailed off. “I actually didn’t think you wanted me to; and I had just broken up with this girl and I wanted a bit of time in between to rebound a little, and I didn’t want you to be a rebound. So, I decided not to push anything until I could figure out why you didn’t want me to ask you out.” He finished with a shrug, and waited for her response.
She had been staring hard at him as he spoke every word and was almost surprised that she had believed his explanation—she had convinced herself he was married. “I want you to ask me out,” she said and felt for a fleeting moment a stab of guilt. She loved her partner, and truly didn’t want to hurt her or leave her. Yet here she was, practically forcing this guy to ask her out. But in the same moment, she felt a thrill run through her pussy and had to bite her lower lip to keep from smiling too broadly.
They made plans to go out the very next night, on Saturday, and Lizzie was wet with anticipation and dizzy with excitement. She barely noticed any of the work she did for the rest of the day, and spent all of Saturday trying to decide what to wear. She went shopping for a new outfit and bought new lingerie. She was actually afraid she might be building the date up so much that she was going to be disappointed. She tried to lessen her tension by masturbating whenever she could sneak it in—in the restaurant bathroom at lunch; in the dressing room in between outfits. Instead, she was just becoming more hot and bothered.
In the late afternoon as she was headed back to her apartment to change for the date, she got a short text message: “Really sorry, can’t make it tonight. Can’t explain now, see you Monday lunch.” Her heart dropped and she knew she had been right after all—he was married; he had to be. She went back to her apartment and spent the night alone with watching movies waiting for her partner to get back home. Her lover finally got back late and Lizzie feigned sleep rather than talking. She sulked all of Sunday, which her partner noticed but did not comment on, and went into work ready for Jeremy to confess his marriage at lunch.
When she got to their restaurant, he wasn’t there; she waited for him all her lunch break. He still didn’t show, and she knew their relationship was over—before it had even begun. She felt her stomach tighten unpleasantly and thought disappointedly that she had never had a chance to suck his cock, or feel his tongue on her, or feel him inside her. All those fantasies for nothing! She had never wanted someone so badly, and she would never have him now. She went back to her work, and spent the afternoon, resorting files she had already sorted. At the last minute, another project came up and she was asked to stay late, which wasn’t unusual, and she agreed—it was something to keep her mind off her ache.
She was alone in her office putting her now finished work aside when her cell phone suddenly rang. She jumped, but calmed herself down before she answered.
“Hi,” said Jeremy. Lizzie remained silent. What a coward he is! she thought. He’s going to do this over the phone! “Look,” he continued after a long pause, apparently understanding her silence for what it was. “I’m really sorry I missed lunch—and I should have called, but I couldn’t. I do like you, and I don’t want to hurt you. I just got back now, and it’s been a crazy weekend for me; it’s been pretty awful. But I really don’t want to talk about it tonight.” He paused and asked, “Are you in your office?”
She was startled by the question enough to answer in the affirmative. She was still convinced that he was married and hiding it from her. “I’m just downstairs,” he said, “and I have food if you’re hungry. We could make up our first date, maybe?” As he said finished, his voice sent a shiver through her cunt.
She knew it probably wasn’t her finest decision, but she bit her lip and agreed to come down, explaining though that she probably wouldn’t be able to stay long. She could barely understand her decision—she was cheating on her lover with a man who she was sure was married who not a few moments before she had hated. But she wanted him; she had never stopped wanting him; and she knew that if it were humanly possible, she would fuck him this night.
***
When she reached his floor, she saw the lights were dimmed and a flickering in the distance. He walked towards her and smiled, holding out his hand. It was almost like a dream—they walked to past a few cubicles to where she saw a tablecloth laid one the ground with two candles on it, and several on the desks nearby. There was a bottle of white wine, two glasses, and some delicious smelling seafood in a plate in the center.
“I know this isn’t quite as nice as the restaurant we…” he began, but before he could finish, she kissed him and pressed him back to the nearest cubicle wall. His mouth was delicious and she ran her hands down his chest and to the front of his pants where she felt his erection quickly growing. She unzipped him and pulled his cock out she felt his tongue in her mouth. Breaking the kiss, she got down on her knees and began to blow him. He moaned loudly as she enveloped the head and played her tongue around it, sucking him firmly. She let go of his cock and pulled down his pants quickly before engulfing it again. She could taste his delicious pre-cum on her tongue and began to bob her head on his dick, stopping to lick and suck the head once and again. Her hands massaged his balls, and he began to fuck her face as she had intended. He spread his legs slightly to thrust into her willing mouth, and she gripped his butt cheeks. She could feel in his movements and in his cock that he would be reaching climax in a few moments, and she pushed her moist finger slightly into his ass just before he came and he gasped with pleasure. He came almost violently into her mouth, and let his dick fall, swallowing his sperm.
He moaned in satisfaction and moved to pull his pants back up, but she stopped him. “Now that that is out of the way, we can drink and eat this meal you have here—but you have to keep those off,” she explained smiling.
They drank and ate on the tablecloth—talking as easily as they had the first time they had met. He had on only a buttoned-down white shirt and socks while she was fully dressed; but she didn’t seem to notice when his erection rose halfway through the meal, and halfway through the bottle of wine.
When the last of the shrimp was eaten, she moved over to him as he leaned back with his erection protruding. She pressed her clothed groin against his cock and began to kiss him as she had against the cubicle. It was a fierce and passionate kiss, full of lust and even a bit of anger. She ground herself against his now painfully hard erection and took off her top and her bra. Breaking the kiss again, she guided his mouth to her erect nipples and she moaned. He sucked and licked her, one hand holding her waist and the other squeezing her butt under her skirt. He began to feel her moistness and pressed his hand to her groin from between her legs. She moaned as he touched her there and bit her lip again. She pressed his shoulders down slightly and he lifted her up and placed her on her back on the floor of the office; he quickly removed her skirt and panties and began kissing her belly while stroking his cock. He moved down to her vaginal lips and licked them, teasing them open with his tongue, darting it in and out slightly. Lizzie was moaning freely now and hoped that no security guards came to check these offices at night. Jeremy’s tongue worked the same magic on her that it had in her fantasies and she came much quicker than usual as he licked her clit. She shuddered and almost yelled with joy as orgasm racked her body.
She was barely sated though and pushed him off her onto his back. She glanced at his cock and knew what he expected her to do, but she told him, “Not yet,” and moved her pussy over his face, a knee on either side of his head. She felt the need to ask him if he was okay with this, and he nodded and began to suck her clitoris again. She bit her lip again and began to fuck his face, making shuddering moans. His tongue probed her vagina as she pressed down on him, and as she was reaching her second climax, he began to suck her clit. She came all over his face, and stopped to gain her breath. She removed her knees, kissing his pussy-soaked face, and lay next to him breathing heavily.
As he looked at her naked body beside him, he began to stroke his cock and she again began to tingle with anticipation. “I’ve never had my face ridden before,” he said.
“Thank you,” she smiled and looked at his rock hard prick in his hands.
“I’d like to try one more thing tonight I’ve never done before if you’re game.”
“Anything,” Lizzie said.
“Good,” he said. “Get up and lean over this desk here.”
“Do you mean you want to…” she began.
“You said anything,” he said. And in that moment, she knew that she loved him. She bit her lip as she leaned over the desk and presented her ass to him. He stroked his cock as he admired the view, and after a moment, she realized he was looking for some way to lubricate it.
“Fuck my cunt first,” she suggested. “Then if you need some more lube, I’ll blow you again. I’ve never had anything more than a finger in my ass before, so I know its tight.”
She moved from the desk and lay on the ground with her legs open waiting for him. For a moment, he admired her pussy and licked it for a second before positing his cock before her willing cunt. She grunted as he pushed into her—he was only about average size, but she had been anticipating this for so long. He was able to work his way in within a few strokes and began pumping inside her; she was almost ready to cum again when he withdrew and asked her if she thought his cock had enough of her pussy’s lube. One lick was enough to tell her yes, and she moved again into position at the desk.
He moved behind her and held her hips as he positioned his cock at her tight rosebud. She was as tense and nervous as she had been when she had lost her virginity. She almost cried as he pushed his cock head slowly into her ass. And he stopped, asking her if she was okay.
“I want you to fuck my ass,” she said, “but please be gentle at first.”
He pushed a finger inside her wet pussy for a moment (she shuddered with pleasure as he did so), and now lubed, into her ass, and began to loosen her hole. After a few moments, she began to feel the pleasure of his anal invasion. He slipped another finger in and she began to feel truly relaxed. She could feel him beginning to work another finger in when she told him to stop. “I want my ass to be tight for you,” she said. “As tight as it can. Put your cock in now.”
He placed his cock once again at her hole and gently pushed inside. She moaned with pleasure as he invaded. It still hurt, but she had learned to relax and push out to facilitate the process. “I feel so full,” she said, moaning in pleasure in pain.
“Just the head is in,” he responded. And she wondered how much more she could take. He began to push in little by little, withdrawing just a bit, then pushing in. Every time he began to pull his cock back, her ass felt empty, and she welcomed the pain as it pushed back inside further. She wanted all of him inside her she knew. She wanted to be his bitch just as he had been hers when she had rode his face. Inch by inch, he worked his way in, thrusting gently then a little harder. He finally was all the way inside, and she felt his balls slap her butt on his final thrust. The pain had subsided and now there was nothing but the pleasant sensation of being filled. He began to fuck her in earnest now, and she moaned at the feeling of his cock filling her. As she rocked back and forth with his thrusts, her pussy began to tingle and she knew she was going to cum for the third time this night with his cock in her ass.
His pace increased and he held her hips as he thrust inside her. She thought as her pussy throbbed that this was the sluttiest thing she had ever done, and she would gladly give him her ass every night if he wanted. She could feel him beginning to cum again and felt his hands reach around to her breasts and squeeze them as with a final thrust he released his sperm into her ass. Feeling his jizz shooting inside her, she herself came. He kissed her back and kneaded her breasts with his dick still inside her as she still leaned over the desk, both of them breathless. He removed his dick from inside her, and they embraced and kissed again as they went to lie down next to the candles on the tablecloth. She lay naked in the crook of his arm as he poured another glass of wine for each of them. They drank, and silently but comfortably lay together.
The wine went quickly and it loosed their tongues as they drifted off towards a satiated sleep they knew couldn’t last. “My father died on Saturday,” Jeremy confessed. “We were never close, but the last few years, I had been angry with him. We hadn’t talked.”
Lizzie held his chest and kissed his side. “I have a girlfriend,” she said. Jeremy looked puzzled. “We’re in a serious relationship—for four years now, since my senior year of college.” Jeremy still hadn’t caught on—the wine was clouding both of their brains, and Lizzie blurted out, “I’m a lesbian. Or well, not exactly. But she is a lesbian—like entirely. And I love her, Jacqueline, and I want to stay with her. But I think I might love you too,” she finished.
He seemed to finally have caught on, and he stared at her dumbfounded…
To be continued…

Chapter 4: Divorce and Revenge
Monday morning I called work and arranged to have the day off then I called the attorney that my parents knew and explained my situation and asked if he could help me or recommend someone who could. He referred me to John Meyers, one of the partners in his firm. He said that Mr. Meyers was very good in cases like mine. I got lucky in that Mr. Meyers had a cancellation that morning and I was able to get in a see him at ten o’clock.
Mr. Meyers sat and listened to me as I told him every detail of what happened including the discovery of the video tape. When I was done Mr. Meyers asked me a few more questions. “The Lexus, whose name is the car registered in?
I said, “Lisa’s”
“And the car loan, whose name is that in?”
“The loan is in Lisa’s name but I make the payments for her.”
“You said that you had never seen Bob before?”
“That’s right.”
Mr. Meyers sat back in his chair and turned it toward the window. He sat like that for a couple of minutes then turned around and pressed a button on his phone and the secretary answered. “Yes Mr. Meyers?”
“Ms. Randall, would you please begin preparing divorce papers to be served on Mrs. Lisa Jackson. I will provide you with all of the pertinent information as soon as Mr. Jackson and I are finished.
When he said divorce it scared me. In spite of everything that had happened I really hadn’t thought about divorce yet.
Mr. Meyers began speaking and brought my attention back to the matter at hand. He said, “First we have to serve your wife with divorce papers. Then we can get a court order to prevent her from spending any of the money she took from your bank accounts until a settlement is reached.”
I said, “Divorce? I hadn’t thought about that possibility.”
“Unless we serve her with divorce papers there is no way we can get any of your money back. At best we will probably only recover half. The divorce settlement will probably award her the other half.”
I said, “What about the Lexus. The car is only a couple of months old. Does she get to keep it?”
“Yes and no.”
“What do you mean yes and no?”
“Well the car is in her name and you have your own car. So she will get to keep the car but because she is also the one who signed the loan papers, she also is the one responsible for paying for it. So chances are she can’t afford to keep the car now. She will have to sell it or it will be repossessed.”
“Won’t her boy friend help her pay for it so she can keep it.”
“It is my experience in cases like this that the boy friend will only be around long enough to get all of your wife’s money then he will dump her.”
I said, “What?”
Mr. Meyers said, “This guy spots your wife pulling into the parking lot at a trendy watering hole driving a Lexus. So he makes a point of meeting her inside. It doesn’t take him long to see that she is might be an easy mark because she doesn’t get out much. So he works her. I don’t know exactly how the game goes but these guys know all the right things to say to a woman to turn their heads around. Then once he has your wife hooked he convinces her to leave you for him. He tells her that when you find out about them you will take all of the savings and she won’t get a dime of what is rightfully hers. So she empties the joint accounts. The next step is to get your wife put the money into his savings account. He tells her she doesn’t need her money because he has plenty and he will take care of her. It may sound pretty lame but it works.”
“Are you saying I may have lost my wife to a con artist?”
“That’s about it. Once she catches on to what happened to her she will probably come back to you and ask to be forgiven. What you do then is up to you.”
“I can’t believe that creep would do all that for just $25,000.”
“I’m sure he thought there was more. Here is the important thing, if he thinks your wife will get more in the divorce settlement he’ll hang around until then and try to get his hands on that money too. Our job now is to convince him there is more money so he will hang around. We need to keep him here for our end game.”
I asked, “What do you mean end game?”
“Did you know that in North Carolina you can sue for alienation of affection?”
“What does that mean exactly?”
“If you have a solid marriage and some third party comes along and causes the marriage to break up, like Bob did, that person can be sued for alienation of affection, and that’s what we are going to do to Bob. We will get him for court cost, my fee, your $25,000 and a penalty the size of which will depend on whether he settles out of court or not. That’s why we need to keep him around, so we can investigate him to see if he has done this sort of thing before. If we can show that he has done this before we could end up with a very nice settlement.”
“How are you going to investigate him, I don’t know even know his name or where he lives?”
“Don’t worry about that, I will take care of it. This is important. I don’t want you talking to your wife, Bob or any attorneys that may be representing them. You refer anything to do with the divorce to me. You wife’s attorneys will be trying to get financial information. We want them to think you have some money stashed without telling any lies. That will keep our friend Bob hanging around. Do you understand all this now?”
“Not completely, but I will figure it all out and in the mean time I’ll keep my mouth shut.”
Mr. Meyers said, “Good. Then if you don’t have any questions we’ll get the paper work taken care of and you can stop back tomorrow to sigh the papers.”
That concluded the meeting. I left Mr. Meyers office not feeling better but feeling that at least I will get some measure of revenge for the pain I was in. Lisa would lose her car because she can’t afford it, Bob will not only not get the $25,000 he may lose more than that out of his own pocket before this is all over. The problem was I still missed Lisa and would probably take her back.
Things started slowly at first. Lisa got served the divorce papers about a week after my meeting with Mr. Meyers. I thought maybe she would call me but she didn’t. Another couple of weeks went by before I got a call from Lisa’s lawyer. He said he just had a few simple questions he wanted to ask me. I referred him to Mr. Meyers. It was over a month later that Mr. Meyers called me with some news. He said, “I have two items of interest to you. The first is that yesterday we served papers to one Robert Devers, naming him as the principal defendant in an Alienation of Affection law suit. The second item is that we found two woman who are willing to testify that Mr. Devers broke up there marriages with promises that he would marry them then he took off with their money. To put things simply I think our Mr. Devers is toast.”
Two days later Lisa called me. When I heard her voice I thought she might be calling to ask if she could come home. Instead, in a very angry tone, she said, “How could you be so petty. Are you trying to destroy my happiness. This lawsuit against Bob is just for revenge. Stop acting like a child and stop this suit now. Why do you want to hurt me?”
I responded, “Why do I want to hurt you? That’s a funny thing to ask me. I am not doing this to hurt you. I’m doing it to hurt that piece of shit Devers. I think very soon you are going to realize who’s the real bad guy in this mess.”
I could hear Lisa beginning to cry on the phone then she said, “You bastard” and slammed the phone down.
One month later I was sitting in a meeting room with Mr. Meyers and the attorney representing Bob Devers. Devers didn’t bother to come to the meeting. Anyway, under the advice of his attorney, Devers settled out of court. The settlement paid Mr. Meyers fee and gave me $50,000. When the meeting was over and I was thanking Mr. Meyers for his help I tried to make a joke by saying “I guess I lost a wife and gained $25000. Under the circumstances it may have been a fair trade.” I found that I couldn’t laugh at my own joke.
On the way out to my car I thought about Lisa. I figured that by now she must know about Devers. After all I made sure to send her a copy of the affidavits of the two women who were willing to testify against him. I felt sorry for her but she brought it on herself. I wondered if she would try to call me or would she be so ashamed of how foolish she was that she wouldn’t have the nerve to call. I hoped that she would even if I didn’t know what I would do about it. I decided that if I didn’t hear from her a few weeks then I would call her and see how she was doing.
It was three weeks later that Lisa called me and asked if we could get together for a drink. I thought for just a moment of saying I wasn’t ready to talk to her yet, but that would have been a lie. I made a date for the following night.
I picked Lisa up at her apartment and went to a quiet bar we used to go to when we wanted to talk. It was awkward at first. We talked about the weather, how bad is that?. Finally Lisa said, ” I am so sorry about all this. I can’t believe I was so stupid. How could I have been taken in by that con man? I feel terrible that this happened. I never wanted to hurt you but I was so confused by everything that was happening to me I didn’t know what I was doing. Do you think that you can ever forgive me.”
There it was. The big question. Perhaps the most important question of my life and I didn’t have the answer. All I could say was “Maybe, we’ll see.” I decided that I was too uncomfortable to talk about all this right then so I changed the subject. I asked her what she was doing at work. Lisa seemed relieved with the change of subject and we were soon chatting like we use too every night when we got home from work.
When I took Lisa home she invited me in for a cup of coffee. I knew I should go home but I agreed to a quick cup of coffee. Once inside the apartment Lisa started talking about how stupid she was to ruin a great marriage and hurt me the way she did, then she started crying. I couldn’t help myself. I went to her and put my arms around her and told her everything was going to be all right. As I held her and rocked back and forth I kissed her on the cheek. Then I kissed her again and before I knew it our lips were locked in a kiss that released all the built up tension I had felt since the evening began.
As I continued kissing Lisa I ran my hands down over her back and cupped her buttocks and pulled her into me. Lisa responded with what almost sounded like a purr. Suddenly Lisa pulled away from me. I thought she had suddenly decided that we shouldn’t be doing this, but she surprised me. Lisa dropped to her knees in front of me and began to open my pants. I didn’t say a word and I didn’t move. Soon Lisa had my growing erection in her hands. She looked at it then ran her tongue across the head of my cock and said, not to me but to my cock, “I’ve missed you” Then she took about half of my cock into her mouth and began giving me one of her best blow jobs. It wasn’t long before she had me nearly ready to climax. At that point Lisa got up and lead me into her bedroom. She helped me out of my clothes then slowly removed her own clothes as she stood in front of me. Once she was totally naked she got on the bed with me and positioned herself so that she could continue sucking my cock while I gave her oral pleasure. When she had me near climax again she turned around and kissed me on the mouth. We kissed passionately for a while then I began kissing and sucking on her breasts. Finally Lisa whispered in my ear “Fuck me. I want to feel your beautiful cock inside me. I want you to give me a big fucking orgasm.”
I thought I was already hot but her words made me even hotter. I got between Lisa’s legs and pushed my cock between her well lubricated lips and deep inside her pussy. I began stroking furiously and soon had Lisa screaming in orgasm just before my own climax. As I continued pushing my pulsing cock into Lisa without thinking I said, “I love you.”
As soon as I heard myself say the words I cringed. Why did I say that? Did I mean it? Lisa didn’t say anything she just kissed me again and held me tight against her.
When Lisa relaxed her grip on me I decided I had better leave. It was bad enough that I had told her that I loved her I certainly could not spend the night. That would send the wrong message. I can’t just put all this behind me that easily.
Lisa wanted me to stay but I went home anyway.
On the way home I was in a panic. Is this what I had hoped would happen? Am I so eager to get back to my former life that I will just forget about what Lisa did to me? I told myself that I had better slow down or I could just be setting both Lisa and myself up for a disaster. Our divorce was going to be final in about a week. Did I need to stop the proceedings or go through with the divorce. With all that on my mind I didn’t sleep much that night.

It had been over a week since my ex-boyfriend Max had met me for coffee and wild sex in the park, in my attempt to win him back from his girlfriend. We had chatted a few times on IM, with me providing different scenarios designed to get him off. Once while he was in a meeting at work we had arranged for me to send him diverting text messages, until my texts became too diverting and he had to shut his phone off so that he would not behave inappropriately in front of the boss (they tend to frown on blowing your load in the middle of a board meeting).
We were still being discrete so that his girlfriend, Janine would not find out, but we were talking about sex and I was getting him to think about me a lot. All part of my nefarious plan.
I felt like Janine did not deserve him. We had mutual friends, and their description of Max and Janine’s life was awful, to say the least. They had sex maybe three times a week, they never swung or shared partners, and the condom thing? Max was disease free. Why would Janine make him wear a condom to fuck her unless SHE was disease ridden? By all accounts, that was not so. It all sounded so vindictive! Then there was the emotional side of things. Janine hated Science Fiction/ Fantasy, and would, under no circumstances go to a movie or watch a television show containing elements of Sci Fi/ Fantasy. Why not? I wondered. Max would go to chick flicks, though sometimes under protest. Why would Janine not support a hobby that he loved?
The more I thought about this relationship the less I liked Janine. If Max was going to be with another woman, at least he deserved to be with someone who would satisfy his admittedly great sexual needs and who would support him in his various endeavors, not stunt his growth.
Max called me, requesting a meeting a week and a half after we had renewed our carnal acquaintance. I suggested that he come to my house for dinner and plan to stay the night, and he readily agreed. I knew that he was thinking about the condom I had kept from our last encounter, promising him that he could use it on my ass the next time we met.
Again, I paid careful attention to my preparations, cleaning my house, placing my new red silk sheets on my bed, lighting candles here and there, scenting the rooms with lavender. I had prepared a delicious meal consisting of some of Max’s favorite dishes, like Calimari and Pasta Primavera and a salad tossed with oil and Balsamic Vinegar dressing. The bread was crusty Italian rolls, served with olive oil and Balsamic Vinegar to dip it in. The wine was a fine white, perfect with the light taste of the vegetables. For dessert I prepared Creme Brulee, waiting until the last moment to fire up my butane torch and caramelize the sugar.
I paid equal attention to my appearance. I let my long brown hair air dry so that the natural curl was maximized, flowing down my back in ringlets. I carefully outlined my gray eyes with green eyeliner and shadow so that they would catch the color and appear green. I then carefully applied mascara to my long lashes before painting my lips vivid red. As I did, I imagined what the lipstick would look like streaked all over Max’s cock, and I felt myself begin to grow wet.
I had gone for a manicure and pedicure that day, so my toenails were painted a deep red. My fingernails, normally left natural or painted with clear polish were also painted red for the occasion. All my skin was soft and scented and ready for a night of intense pleasure as I prepared to show my man just how good I could be.
I dressed in an emerald green silk Merry Widow that encased my ribs and lower breasts, but left my nipples free. They attached to silken black stockings, and, knowing Max as I did, I put the matching thong on over the garters.
Over my lingerie I wore a green Chinese silk blouse that fell off one shoulder casually, then nipped in to accentuate my small waist. The pattern in the material was of Phoenixes picked out in golden thread against the emerald silk. The Phoenix is the woman’s emblem in China, so I was appropriate. My skirt was of black Shantung silk and hit me at mid calf. I rarely wore skirts longer than my knee, but this one was special, as it had been made for me in China. It had an underskirt which made it flare from my waist, making the outfit look old fashioned, and every time I moved it rustled sensuously.
To complete the outfit, I wore my black pearl necklace and earrings. I put half of my hair up, and I put on my 1950’s shoes. I looked the sexy, humble housewife, welcoming home her breadwinner.
Max arrived 15 minutes early and sat in his car waiting. I saw him on my security feed, but he did not know about that addition to my house, and I did not plan on letting him in on that secret. I merely finished my preparations and waited for him to ring my doorbell.
When I answered the door, he took one look at me and stepped back, almost stepping off the porch. We shared a laugh at that.
“You look incredible! I was expecting… well, I was expecting ‘Normal Renee,’ but instead I have got ‘Sophisticated Role Play Renee,’ or am I mistaken?”
“Well, not entirely. This is kind of normal for me. I realize that a year ago when we were dating I wasn’t wearing makeup unless we were going out, but now I pretty much wear it every day. The clothes are special. I got them when I went to China for the New Year. So, you see, I have changed in a year. Experienced new things. New places.” I took his hand and drew him into my house, which was lit primarily with candles. I led him toward the dining room.
“You redecorated.”
“China,” I replied. “It had a profound influence. You go there and see things that are hundreds of years old in a culture that is thousands of years old and you can’t help but be changed. I brought back a lot of stuff. Just wait til you see the bedroom.”
Max looked at me with one cocked eyebrow, and I could read his expression: he was willing to skip all the preliminaries and go right to the bedroom. I, on the other hand, was unwilling to do so. The waiting would only make him want me more.
“Sit down and have some wine, Dear. Kick your shoes off and make yourself comfortable. I will be right back with dinner.”
I walked in to the kitchen, slid the homemade pasta into the boiling water and let it cook for a few minutes. I then drained it and added the exquisite sauce which included many Spring vegetables and a creamy sauce. After plating the main dish I picked up the salad with my other hand and quickly turned to head into the dining room. I almost ran into Max in the doorway.
“I thought I asked you to sit down and relax!” I protested as he removed the dishes from my hands.
“First of all, I could never relax while a gorgeous woman was toiling away in the kitchen. Second of all, I love watching you work, and always have. Third of all, if you are playing ‘happy housewife,’ don’t I even get a kiss?”
I had been too flustered to even remember that detail! How could I! He placed the dishes on the table and I wrapped my arms around him.
“Welcome home, Lover.” I raised my lips to his, intending to give him a chaste kiss, but he moved his hand to the back of my head, holding me there for a long, languorous kiss where he nibbled my lips until they parted, then our tongues dueled in a mating dance until I was breathless. When he finally let me go I was forced to cling to him, because my knees did not work for a few moments.
“I have to get dinner on the table, Max.” I reluctantly pulled myself from his arms, hurrying to the oven to pull out the warm bread and transfer it into a bread basket. As I walked toward the door I shooed him, saying “Lets go. It’s time to eat.” I knew that, if I let him get behind me all hope for dinner would be lost and we would, instead, probably varnish the dining room table.
As I entered the room I contemplated the offending piece, briefly. I would not be adverse to polishing it with Max, I just wanted to have a nice dinner first. And my bed was so nice.
I shook my head, trying to concentrate on what he was saying.
“And then we will all jump in the river and drown,” Max continued.
“WHAT?” I asked.
“Finally you pay attention. There have been flying monkeys and grand fuckings and all kinds of things, and you have only now joined the fun! Where were you? You looked far away.”
“Honestly? I was on the dining room table.”
“REALLY. Well, if you insist…” Max made as if to climb onto the table.
“NO, don’t you dare. It’s an antique. It was my great grandmother’s. The one who hated Mom.”
“I see. In that case, I guess we can’t break it. After all, she did leave you lots of cash.”
“And a way to not depend on my parents. I don’t care about the cash. It’s Mom and her vindictive streak.”
“Right. Not caring about cash. Not something I can do,” replied Max. “By the way, it is a good thing I went in and saw you make this pasta, or I would have thought it was takeout. This is really good.”
“Made the Nonni way. That’s why she liked me. I was the only kid who paid attention to her.”
Max took a fork full of pasta and vegetables and slowly slurped them into his mouth. I removed my shoes and with my right leg traced up his pant leg to the juncture of his thighs. I felt his cock there get harder as I pressed my foot against it firmly.
I took a fork full of food and slowly chewed, ignoring the expression of bliss on Max’s face. Slowly I moved my foot up and down his hardening cock, my toes massaging every inch of him. I felt my toes reach the top of his zipper and wrapped them around it to tug it down, one excruciating centimeter at a time.
Finally his cock was free of his pants, and it sprung out of there as if it were a jack in the box. I began to work his beautiful, hard member up and down with my toes, letting him feel the seam of my stocking and feeling the silky smoothness of them myself as I worked his hard cock between my big toe and the next.
Max had stopped eating by now, and all he was doing was sitting there, head rolled back, napkin in his lap, panting for breath. I was growing very wet as well, just thinking about turning him on. This was the best foreplay we had ever engaged in, because we could not touch any part of each other except those two minuscule areas. I rubbed harder at his cock, surrounding him on three sides with my foot and toes. I swivelled my foot so that there would be constant stimulation on all sides of his cock. He was starting to move now with the strokes. He was fucking my foot!
I moved my toes down, tickling his balls with them, then moved back up and continued to hump his cock with my talented toes. He groaned, pushing away from the table a little bit, and when he came little white droplets sprayed the table. I giggled, then asked if he needed more cream in his pasta.
“No, I have quite enough. I am eager to get dinner over, though, so that you can show me the rest of the improvements you have made on this place. I believe you mentioned some in the bedroom?”
“Yes, but before we finish the tour of the house I think we should head into the Parlor, where we can have coffee and dessert.”
“Dessert?” Max liked the sound of that word, I could tell.
I walked into the kitchen and, while the espresso brewed I fired up the butane torch and caramelized the Creme Brulee. I frothed the milk for cappuccinos and placed everything on a tray to bring to the parlor. When I turned around, again, there was Max, watching my every move. He stepped up to me and removed the tray from my grasp.
“Do you know how incredibly sexy it is to watch you torch that Creme Brulee?” He asked. “I could hardly stand to keep my hands off of you.”
“Well, considering that I was working with flame, it’s probably good that you restrained yourself,” I said, as I lead the way to the parlor.
Max stopped in the doorway, apparently transfixed. Things had changed since he had been here last. I took the tray from his fingers and let him look his fill.
The parlor was painted and papered in muted colors so that any colors I chose to decorate in would show off well. On the floor was a hand made silk rug I had purchased in China. On the walls were various Chinese scrolls. Various jade sculptures decorated the room as well. A gas log burned merrily in the fireplace. There were various silk screens around the room, depicting scenes from China. A large black chest sat on the far wall, with enamel figures on it. Above it hung a mirror with the same motif. A black enamel rocking chair with cream colored upholstery sat close to the fire, as did a fainting couch of crimson velvet and black enamel. A cream velvet couch completed the ensemble, with a black enamel coffee table between the three chairs, which is where I had placed our dessert. It was an eclectic gathering of furniture and artwork, some having been handed down from my grandparents who had traveled to China before the Cultural Revolution in the late 1960’s, some having been purchased during my own trip earlier during the same year. Some of the furniture had been purchased in the States. Regardless, having it all in one place made quite an impression.
“You took your grandfather’s stuff out of storage.”
“I finally had a setting to place it in. It needed more pieces to balance it out.”
“I remember that chest and the mirror, and some of the other things when you took me to the shed, but really, wow. You have really done a lot with this place.” Max was still standing in the doorway, looking around at the various artifacts and artwork displayed.
“As soon as you are done ogling, we can drink our coffee. If you take too long, it will be cold.” It was not a subtle hint, but it was all I could think of to get his mind back on track. I had known that he loved all things oriental, which was why I had taken him to my storage shed. I had not realized that he could go from orgasmic to– okay, I guess he was still orgasmic, but I wanted his attention on ME.
We sat on the velvet couch, and he looked at me with admiration.
“So you decided to go ahead with your trip to China,” he began. “Even without me? Did you take someone, or did you go alone?”
“I went alone. I actually got in touch with one of my old college friends, Li Ping, and she helped me with the translation when I was in her area. She also introduced me to others who could do the same,” I answered. “Actually, my biggest problem with China is that they were so sexually repressed! I mean, most of Li Ping’s friends were in college, so maybe that is why, but seriously, they don’t have a whole lot of sex there. I corrupted quite a few men.”
“If not you, then who?” Jeff laughed as I told my tale of woe.
“Speaking of corruption, I have been wanting to do this since before you got here!” I dropped to my knees beside the couch and pulled down Max’s fly. He was wearing no underwear, obviously in anticipation of our sexual hijinx, so his semi hard cock slid out of his khaki pants very easily. I undid the top button and pulled them down enough to extract his balls. I then looked up at him with a smile on my face and licked him like he was my personal lollipop. I had refreshed my lipstick in the kitchen, so the moment he was fully hard I took him in my mouth, rubbing my lips down his hard shaft, then up again in a swirling motion. I looked down and saw the streaks left on his cock and groaned as I lowered myself onto his cock yet again. This time I took him all the way in my mouth, enjoying the curvature of his cock in my hot, sweet mouth. He groaned as I swallowed, convulsively, with him in my throat, and I tasted the pre-cum. I groaned again, getting even wetter. My thong was soaked through and moisture was running down my legs to my hose.
I pulled up off of Max’s cock, then tongued the under side of it, followed by the head of it, then licked and suckled at his balls while my hands rubbed his cock, increasing the pressure gradually. “Max, I want you to cum in your mouth, but I also want you in my ass. How much have you got, Lover?” I queried, eagerly lapping at his cock as I asked.
“I have two more in me. Try for three and you will have to call the PARAMEDICS!” The last word came out an octave higher and much louder, as I not only took him in my mouth again but stuck a well sucked finger up his ass. I felt his balls tightening and started to move my finger slowly as he began fucking my face, completely out of control. Sure enough, pretty soon he came in my mouth, shooting his sperm into the back of my throat. He held my head still for the first shot, then realized what he was doing and that I could not breathe and let me up, fucking my mouth with only the head of his cock as he unloaded into my mouth.
I moaned my pleasure. I was so turned on that if he had even touched my clit at that point there would have been orgasm after orgasm… Instead he pulled his cock out of my mouth and looked at me.
“That was incredible for me. But what about you? I just came twice in a row, and you got nothing. That hardly seems fair.”
“Life isn’t fair, Max. I like getting you off. Besides, you have the rest of the night to make me cum. I expect I will catch up. I usually do, and then some.”
We finished our dessert and I led him to the bedroom. Silk sheets, silk comforter, silk filled pillows, silk bed hangings on the canopy, my room would be the envy of any sultan or emperor. My California King sized bed could handle any kind of adventures I wanted to put it through. Ah, the tales it could tell.
I reached for the remote on my bedside table and turned on the sound system in my room. While the music during dinner had been soft instrumental to keep the focus on the food, this was a mix of his old favorites and played slightly louder.
Max led me to the bed and kissed me deeply. He could taste himself on my tongue, and I knew it was very erotic. He felt for the zipper at my waist, pulled it, and pulled my blouse over my head in short order. He looked with appreciation at my exposed nipples which were bared by the Merry Widow and were also very aroused.
“Wow. Just- wow. How is it that you always manage to surprise me with incredibly erotic lingerie?” He leaned down and took one rosy tip between his lips, brushing his thumb over the other gently, then, as I threw my head back and groaned he sucked hard on the one while he twisted on the other.
I unknotted his tie and unbuttoned his shirt, then thrust my fingers inside to caress his slightly furry chest, raking my fingernails down to his abdomen, dipping one into his belly button which caused him to gasp.
“No fair. Your belly is covered.” He took me in his arms to look for the fastening on my skirt. As he fumbled (it was fastened on the side instead of in back, where he started looking), I managed to remove both his shirt and his pants.
Finally he got my skirt off and he stepped back to admire the view. The view from my side was not bad, either. Max’s cock was recovering fast, and he was semi-erect already. His beautiful body glimmered in the candle light. He moved toward me, his intentions clear, and I met him half way. We shared another passionate kiss, and another, and another. My head was spinning by the time we came up for oxygen.
Max picked me up and laid me on the bed, stripping back the top sheet and the comforter as he did. He then stripped me of my panties and kissed and licked me on each upper thigh, building the tension until I thought I might scream. I didn’t have to, though. Max knew my body better than anybody else. Just when the tension got to the breaking point, he brought his ministrations to my clit. He licked my clit slowly, lapping at it rhythmically, then added finger play in my vagina to the mix. He slowly sped up, increasing the pressure and frequency of flicks my clit was getting while increasing the number of fingers in my wet cunt.

I couldn’t believe my luck, a raise! Finally, after working three years in this stinking company as Marketing Manager, and I finally get a raise. Okay, granted, it took for the company to be bought out, have a number of people sacked, and to squirm like mad to do it, but I got there! 5000 quid a year raise, geez, finally!
I needed this raise, and to hang on to the job. My wife, Marian, had finished her studies, also in marketing, and not been able to find work. It looked like I’d be supporting her for the rest of my life, but why not, she deserved it, poor girl; she shouldn’t need to work, I’d do anything for her, anything.
“Mr Wyatt; Miss Sloan would like to see you in her office, immediately.” It was Miss Sloan’s secretary on the phone. Miss Sloan was the newly appointed CEO of the company. People said she was mad and a tyrant. Well, I was about to find out. I’d met her before, briefly, to be told I was keeping my job and that I would get a raise, “and, you’d better be worth it!!” She finished by saying.
Most of the male employees had been sacked, strangely enough; he was one of about four that were kept.
“Ah, Michael dear, shut the door, take a seat.” She said on my arrival. She was very sexy for her age. Oh, don’t get me wrong, she was only about 40, but some women tended to sag a bit by then, she didn’t, else she had plastic surgery. “I haven’t really had much chance to get to know you yet, I only saw you those brief minutes last week. I am led to believe that you are the best worker in this firm. I can happily say that after reviewing your past and present work, you truly are very good. Keep it up.”
“Thank you Miss Sloan. That’s very kind of you.”
“I know it is dear. By the way, call me Erica.”
“Fine, Erica.” A simple smile from her as she stood up from her chair and walked to her personal bar. She poured two whiskeys and carried one over to me.
“Michael, I’m not going to beat around the bush. There’s something you should know. When you signed the contract for the pay rise, you also accepted that you may have to wear a uniform while you, erm, are at work. Do you remember?”
“Yes, but surely you don’t actually want me to wear one?”
She smiled and shuck her head. “No, no. But I’m just informing you that the clause is there. Now, as you know this is a women’s fashion agency.”
I laughed at little at this. “I should do, I’ve worked here for three years.”
She took the opportunity to laugh, also. “Yes, well, this is why I fired the a lot of the male employees. I want my employees to wear the clothes we design to work.” Er…what was going on here. “Now, you and the other employees are well suited to the clothes as you are, how can I say this without offending you? Feminine, you know, in your body shape. And I would like you to start wearing our clothes to work. They will, of course, be given to you free of charge.”
I thought about this. It couldn’t be happening. “Let me get this straight. Erm, you, want me, to wear women’s clothes, to work?”
“Yes and no. I want you to wear the clothes we design, to work. Unfortunately, this is a a women’s fashion designer.” She saw the look on my face. “Listen dear, you do have the other option.”
“The uniform.”
“No dear, the door!”
Ah, well that was the catch, wasn’t it? “I’ll need to think about it. Will you give me till tomorrow?”
“Well, okay, but only you. But I expect to see you here tomorrow in one of our designs or don’t come at all.”
I went home with my head hung low. I sat down to talk about the problem with my wife Marion.
“Oh god, honey, that’s awful. What are we going to do?” She said giving me a hug.
“I don’t know, I can’t lose that job, you know it.”
“You can’t wear women’s clothes, you’ll look stupid!”
“I know, but you know what the employment situation is like!”
She sighed. “Yeah, you’re right. Come on then, let’s drive over to the depot and get you those clothes then.”
An hour later we were back. Marion had picked most of the things out, but there was a list waiting in the reception area of what I was to wear to work.
“Go and take a shower and I’ll lay some of the clothes out for you to put on now, maybe we can mix and match to make the clothes look more masculine.” She said.
I just nodded and went to shower.
She came into the shower just as I was getting out. I loved the sight of her young naked tanned body, and her long brown hair.
I found the clothes lying on the bed. Reluctantly, I put them on, starting with the black satin panties. It was a very strange feeling on my skin, and I also failed to understand the necessity of a bra for myself!
Marion arrived back in the bedroom to find me dressed in the suspenders, navy blue mini skirt, and cream satin blouse. She gasped a little when she saw me, then she saw the expression on my face.
“Dear, it’s terrible somebody could force you to do this. Can’t you do something about it?”
“No, what? Who’d believe a story like that?”
“Hmmm.” She said as she worked on my skirt, pulling at it a little. She moved behind me and started to tug at the blouse and smooth it out a little. “Just, er, oh, adjuuusssting, oh, your clothes, uhhh, dear.” She could hardly breathe! I spun round and noticed her staring at my body longingly. She rubbed furiously at her clitoris. She immediately put one hand back on the satin blouse and started rubbing on it, she felt the bra through the material and rubbed even harder on her clit. “God, dear, sorry, but you are so sexy. You feel so sexy, god!!! Fuck me! Lift up your skirt and take your dick out of your silky panties and fuck me!!!” What else could I do? I fucked her senseless, all the while she was calling me a bitch. I loved it. It was the best sex EVER!
I slept in my underwear; Marion left her hand on my panty-covered penis all night.
“I’m glad to see you made the right decision.” Erica said. “And may I say you look mighty lovely!”
Otherwise the day went normal. Until about four o’clock, when I saw Marion leave Erica’s office.
“What’s going on here?” I asked.
“Oh honey, Miss Sloan here has offered me a job as Marketing assistant. Isn’t that great?” It was good news. We needed all the money we could get.
“Thanks, Erica, that’s good of you.”
“No problem. Oh, and Marion, doesn’t he look great in his new clothes?”
“Well I have to admit he does. I was afraid he’d look stupid but he doesn’t one bit.”
I noticed the boxes and bags in the boot of the car. “Have you been shopping?”
“Miss Sloan took me down to one of the warehouses and gave me some things. I got some more clothes for you as well. And a little treat for tonight!”
“Go on then, put it on.” Marion said.
I didn’t want to wear them, but I didn’t want to upset her. “Okay.” I slid the red stockings on to my newly shaved legs (her idea) and put on the lacy red thong panties. Then she slid the red Basque around me. She put a wig on me, a long straight blond one, and put so much makeup on me, I looked like a whore.
“Good you’re perfect. Wait here now, I’ll be right back.” She grabbed some bags, and went away.
Minutes late she was back in the bedroom. I couldn’t believe what I saw. She wore a black rubber top, high-heeled black leather boots, and a long thick strap-on dildo.
“NO WAY!!!!” I screamed. Slapped my arse.
“SHUT IT!!” She shouted back. I began to struggle. But amazingly she managed to sit on me and force me down onto the bed. She pulled my panties down to my knees, and greased up my arsehole. In one swift movement the dildo was in my arse. I couldn’t believe the pain, as she forced it up me. Soon the pain was all but gone though as I began to enjoy the feeling.
“You like that don’t you, Michelle?”
“No I don’t and my name is not Michelle!”
“Oh, honey, it is now.” She was riding me with no hands now. I was groaning. He 8” fake penis going all the way in. I could see what she was doing, but I could feel what felt like band-aids going on my back. Lots of them.
“What are you up to?”
“Nothing dear. Just fucking you like the girl you are.” Then I felt her stop. What was she up to? OW! She had injected me with something. OW! And again. OW! AND AGAIN!
“STOP IT! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?”
She started fucking me again. “I’ve injected you with a hormone mix, with the amount I’ve given you, you’ll have C sized breasts within the week. Great huh?”
She really did soon happy. “Marion! You can’t do that!”
“I thought you wanted all of this!”
“I didn’t!”
“Well your boss told me you did. She said you were just looking for some help to find your feminine side.”
“SHIT! Get off me!”
She seemed to think for a while. “No! I like fucking you, and I’ve had a few good ideas I now don’t want to spoil. From now on, you are my bitch, slave, whore, and maid. GOT THAT?”
“What??”
She rammed the penis hard up my ass and slapped me. “I SAID, GOT THAT???”
I shivered. “Yes, I’m sorry.”
“Good.” She started to rub my penis as she fucked me. “Now relax, because I’m going to fuck you all night.”
I woke to find it was a Saturday, no work. I also woke to find Marion had lit the fire. Something was odd about it though. She had burnt all my male clothes. I went back in the bedroom to think, when she came in.
She didn’t say a word, she just turned me over and inserted the penis in me again. She fucked me hard again, then stopped to take off whatever she put on my back, yet replaced them with new ones. Once again she injected me, this time five times!
“I’ve taken the liberty of burning your horrible male clothes and replacing them with whore’s and maid’s clothes and underwear. I’ve made up the guestroom that is where you will sleep from now on. I’ve also put an ad on the internet looking for a man who can look after me.”
“What?? Why??”
“You think I want someone like you? No, you are my maid now, remember?”
She was dress in a short leather dress. Really SM gear.
Two weeks went by. My breasts have now grown to C size. I serve my wife and her new live-in boyfriend, Jack, as their maid. I was fired from my job, Marion took over my function. Jack and Marion would sit in each others arms and watch TV, or kiss in front of me, make love. She even invited my ex-boss, Erica, round and the three of them fucked all night.
Things were now really bad. When things started to look up, they got worse still.
My wife had not slept with me since that Saturday. But this time something was different. She came into my room with her false penis on and told me that I had been good and I could have a treat.
She greased up my arse and slid the penis in. Whilst doing that though, she blindfolded me. Suddenly she pulled out. Then I felt it. The penis again, yet this time it seemed…MY GOD!! It was Jack, he started fuck me up my ass. I tried to pull away but Marion slapped me. “TAKE IT YOU WHORE!!!”
I then felt another penis, this time at my mouth. So there were two men! Shit! He pumped my mouth until he came and I had to drink his cum down. I couldn’t believe it.
The three of them, the two men, Jack and Kyle, and Marion with her false penis, fucked me all night, and the next day. Then the next night, they dressed me in red silk thin panties, a red basque, and red stockings. They then dressed me a red rubber mini dress. My hair had grown long and made to look feminine, now peroxided blonde.
The make-up they put on me made me look like a whore.
It was when they drove me to the nearest red-light area, and pushed me on the street.
“Now you whore,” said Marion. “Make some money!”
MY GOD! They expected me to me a she-male prostitute!
I was surprised to be picked up straight away by a young guy. He looked quite decent. I got in his Mazda and we drove back to his flat.
“You’re a good looking lady. I’m a little nervous. I don’t usually do this, but my girlfriend left me, and, you know, I don’t fancy being alone. I’m Paul by the way. Er…how much an hour?”
“I’m Michelle. Er, jeez, er, 40 pounds?”
“Er, okay. Here you go.”
I made him have a shower first, then he came back in to the bedroom. I took my dress off. We laid down on the bed, and he started to feel my breasts, I rubbed his penis. Then his hand went down between my legs. He jumped.
“You, you, you’re a transsexual????”
“Er, yes, you didn’t know?”
“Well, I’m for women you see. I’m not 1% gay.”
“I see.”
“Wait, well maybe, you know, nobody will know will they?”
“’course not!” I said.
He started to rub my penis through my panties. I decided that I should help him a little, so I leaned over to kiss him. We kissed passionately as I rubbed his penis and he rubbed mine. We were both rock hard.
I sucked on his penis, then pulled down my panties. He slowly inserted his penis into me, and fucked me. He came up my ass, then kissed me. We laid together kissing and fondling each other, when he asked; “What’s it feel like, you know, to wear women’s clothing?”
“Believe it or not, it’s really nice. Do you want to try?”
“No, no, I was just asking.” But I could tell he wasn’t.
I lifted my panties and slid them over his legs. “There, that wasn’t so bad now was it.” I said rubbing his hard penis through the thin red silk.
“No, it’s nice.” I put the rest of my clothes on him, and took some make-up out of my purse to put on him. He rubbed himself all over. “It feels great.”
“Okay, now shush and bend over.”
“Erm, okay.”
I lifted the rubber mini dress to reveal his ass and pulled the panties down to his knees. I took out some KY jelly and spread it on his hole, slowly inserting a finger.
“Do you like that?” I asked.
“Yeah, it’s nice.”
“Okay, I’m going to insert my penis now. It will hurt at first, but will feel okay later, okay?”
“Okay.” He was very nervous.
I pressed my penis into his hole. He gasped at first, then relaxed. He loved it. He begged for more and more.
“Okay, Pauline, dear, I’ll give you more.”
I worked hard each night, bringing home nearly 400pounds a week. Of which I got none. I give Paul a discount now. He hires me twice a week, sometimes all night. He now has more female clothes than male, and likes me to call him Pauline all the time now.
I have a few punters like him, who didn’t realise I was really a man, but everyone of them decided to try it, and the always come back for more. Most I have converted and also have started to wear women’s clothes.
I no longer work as a maid, I am used for sex, kicked, pissed into and on, and ganged fucked at home. Marion now lives with four men, and they all fuck me senseless. Marion divorced me. I have two female punters, so I still have heterosexual sex. I only have home and the punters though, I am not allowed to go out during the day. If my masters and mistress go out, they tie me up and gag me.
My parents and family have tried to call me, but Marion simply told them I have no interest in speaking to them, they haven’t called since.

“Ouch!” I said, as I was laying in bed in the Corpus Christi motel. Louie was feeling my boobs from behind and it hurt. In the early morning light, he was his typical self, hard and ready to fuck me.
“Please don’t touch my boobs. They’re really sore. I must be getting ready to start.”
“Shouldn’t be so soon. It’s the middle of your moon.”
“Then what do you call this?” I said, pointing to the spots of blood on the sheets where I had slept. I got out of bed, found a tampon, went into the bathroom and slipped the tampon in. Myself, I knew why I was bleeding, and I knew that I had probably already stopped bleeding. It was not my period. That damned Tina, and Gail with the jagged cap on the beer bottle, she had scraped me and cut me. And my tits were sore from their smacking and twisting. In the mirror, I could see small bruises on my boobs and bigger bruises from their smacks on my ass. Couldn’t tell Louie about all that, maybe someday, but not now.
Louie called out to me in the bath. “When on your period, you know that it’s time for practicing your technique, so that you’ll deliver more.”
At least he was in a good mood.
“Very funny. Right, I know, it’s my time for perfecting blowjobs. I just don’t feel like it now, ok? My head is throbbing. Maybe later before we leave if you want it that bad.”
I swallowed aspirin, took a quick shower, and wrapped myself in a towel. Then I jumped into whatever clothes I could find that would cover my bruises – and Louie was still in bed.
“Come on, man person, get up. We’re looking at a five hour drive today, minimal. We need to get going. It’s past 8:00 already.”
“Ok, I’m on my way.”
“Do you want me to suck you off now, or can you wait?”
“Don’t be crude to this dude.”
“I am offering…”
“I can wait on head, and shaving too, but there are things that I need to do.”
I’d had enough of his nonsense. “Take your shit in the bathroom, ok? I’ll get us coffees, maybe even a doughnut. Please get going.”
I milled around the motel lobby, drinking coffee and reading the USA Today newspaper, for a long enough time for Louie to complete his cleanup. When I returned with his coffee, he’d already loaded the car and was ready to go.
We may have set out to make the drive from Corpus to Fredericksburg in one day, but things happened differently than planned. Approaching San Antonio on Interstate 37, my cell phone rang. It was Lamar.
“Sheryl, where have you been?”
I held the phone down for a second. “It’s Lamar,” I said to Louie, who shook his head as I said so.
“We’ve been down to Corpus. I shut my cell phone off, till now. Why are you calling?”
“Sheryl, I’ve – we’ve – arranged for a meeting in my office this afternoon, a teleconference from Nashville about using the Texas school pool as a model for the same thing in Ohio. It was your boss John’s idea. Those Scottish guys from Lloyd’s are in Nashville this week. They may underwrite it, if we can come up with some projected numbers. I’ve been calling you for two days.”
“Hold on,” I said, and I pressed the phone against my stomach. Then I spoke to Louie. “He wants me in his office this afternoon for a conference call with the Nashville home office.”
“Tell Lamar he can suck my dick. No, don’t say that, he might say yes. A conference call…ask him how many phone lines he has.”
“Lamar…why can’t you patch me through on speaker phone? Those Nashville guys won’t know if I’m in your office or not. I don’t see a reason to be physically present for a conference call.”
“Because they want a video conference,” Lamar said. “I’ve bought all this video stuff, which the company paid for, and they expect me to use it.”
“Listen Lamar. Video conference or not, I don’t know shit about numbers in your Texas school pool. There is simply no information that I can provide, and these are vacation days for me. Nashville knows that.”
“Sheryl, your boss John wants a video conference, he wants to impress the Brits, he wants a video of you.”
“He wants what?”
“A video. John wants a video of you. It has something to do with the promo. I’m sure that you don’t want to disappoint him, do you? Lucky for us, you are back here in the area, and it’s not that much of a diversion. My office is only a few minutes from the I-37 interchange. Have Louie drop you off, we’ll have the teleconference, it will be short. Why not do it? Tell Louie to go shopping for a while, he’ll be happy. Or tell him to buy himself lunch, there’s a fine little Italian restaurant a block away. And wear something that shows you off.”
“And you’re telling me what to wear?”
“Ok. I’m sorry. But you will want to look good, if you know that it’s being videoed and that it’s being saved.”
“Lamar, I’m pissed. If this takes more than twenty minutes, I may strangle you. I’ll be there at ten till one, I’ll change, we’ll do the conference, and then I’m leaving for hill country. Goodbye.”
The fact is that Louie didn’t mind stopping in San Antonio again. Didn’t mind at all. When we drove long distances, we always stopped every couple of hours, it breaks up the monotony of freeway driving. I didn’t know it then, but I know now that Louie didn’t mind getting away from me. It had been years since he expressed his frustrations about my devotion to my job, he internalized it, and it must have been tough to tolerate.
He dropped me off at Lamar’s office, which was a tiny two-room suite in an old office building, and Louie didn’t even blink when I took my clothes bag in with me. I directed him to the restaurant, Louie said he’d be back in an hour, and he drove away.
“Thanks for coming,” Lamar said as I walked into his office. No secretary, no associates, only Lamar.
“What’s in the bag?”
“Obviously my clothes. I need to change.”
“Relax. We have some time. I’ve opened an Italian Pinot Grigio for you.” Lamar had one of those little brown office refrigerators, he pulled the wine out and poured me a glass.
“You can change in the bathroom down the hall. There’s no one else here today, so take your time.”
And I did take a few minutes, savoring the wine, which was from a vineyard near Udine, in the Friuli region of Italy. The wine was crisp, and pleasant. Then I made my way to the bathroom, and I undressed with the door locked. The bath was big - a couple of stalls, a man’s urinal, sinks, room to move around. In a minute I was nude, rummaging through my bag, deciding what to wear for the video teleconference. No business ‘look’ for me, fuck that, I was on vacation and traveling. Next I did a fun thing, something I’ll do when I have the chance. Facing backwards, I peed in the men’s urinal. I watched myself in the mirror as the golden stream shot down, and I recalled the memories of my second husband urinating on me. What a different life I led then.
So John the boss wants the Scots to see me, so what. I’d met those guys before. Two brothers, Sean and Ralph, who were a couple of flirts. Each was about 6′5, arguably the tallest Scots in history, easily the tallest I’d ever seen. One thing I didn’t need anymore was that tampon. I sat back naked on the toilet seat and withdrew it from my vagina, no blood. Relieved, I flushed it for the San Antonio sewer.
Glancing, and then staring at the mirror, I saw that my boobs were burned from the Padre sun. I had sunburned tits, and as I touched them I realized that the sunburn had as much to do with the soreness as did my beach encounter. In my bag there was a tube of sunburn cream. Standing before the mirror, I slowly massaged the cream onto my breasts. Immediately I felt relief. Then I rubbed more cream on my crotch and on my fanny, onto those sunburned areas of my body that had not been so exposed since Europe. The cream would help the fanny bruises too, I thought, and I rubbed it on each cheek with both hands as I arched my back before the mirror.
Enough, already, I thought, I need to get dressed. I pulled on a clean pair of sheer white lace panties, a short blue jean skirt, and an armless shirt I bought at McGregor Vineyards in the Finger Lakes of New York. The top hung loose and had big loops on each side, like a man’s basketball jersey, exposing most of my boobs. My face was a little sun swollen too, but I didn’t think anyone would notice it. I covered up with extra eyeliner. My high heal sandals completed my ‘on vacation’ look, and I walked back to Lamar’s office.
As I walked in, I saw that Lamar was fiddling with his video link. He activated a camera on a shelf, and directed me to sit in a soft chair that faced the camera and that showed all of my legs. Lamar then stood behind me to get himself in the picture and to see my boobs.
“Hello Sheryl.” I heard the voice of my boss John through the computer speakers. “We’ve been chatting with Lamar for the past fifteen minutes, he says that you and Louie love it in Texas. Lamar’s video link seems to be worth the money.”
“John, what Lamar has shown me is how successful the school pool has been here in Texas. The ratio of premiums taken in against claims paid is in the top categories. The school pool is almost pure profit. It’s as if none of these Mexicans file claims against their schools, other than the low end broken arm in the playground sort of stuff.”
I was flat out lying. Lamar hadn’t shown me anything.
“Can you project the same thing for Ohio?” John asked me.
“To a certain extent, we can say that. But we can also say that there will be more claims against schools in Ohio, it’s a fact that more claims have always been filed in Ohio. With that precedent, we can charge much higher premiums. We need to examine who the competition is, what we have to beat, and complete a much better package of coverage before we start soliciting. There will be more to it, a lot more, than simply duplicating the Texas model.”
“And stay clear of the Catholic schools,” one of the Scot brothers chimed in. “We don’t want to be paying for their gay priests.”
We all laughed.
“And let me say that you are looking very sharp today, Sheryl, and thinking sharp too. Brains plus beauty, we appreciate that. Lamar has sent us some of the photos from your dinner outing, I expect him to send more. The brokerage will package this idea, as you say, and they will prepare a color portfolio offering with a DVD. You will be featured, that’s why we need more digital footage of you. And digital photos of the Ohio schools, complete with children and buildings. We are considering using yo