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 A Friendly Wager Chapter Ten

   By dc2469

   This is a work of fiction, intended for adults only.

   I felt a sob come from Angie as I held her to me.  She was having a very
hard time dealing with what she was learning about someone she had thought
she had known for so long.  I think learning a few things about her self
along the way were helping, but she was still in shock over what she had
learned, not to mention the situation she found herself in now.

   Wanting both to distract her, and get her attention on her own situation
again, I slipped my hand up and untied the knot at her back.  I went on to
untie the one at the back of her neck too.  I had pulled the fronts off her
nipples earlier anyway, and she had never covered herself back up.

   She made a sorry attempt at getting a hold of it before I could, but
when she jerked her body up, I snatched it from my chest where it had
fallen, and tossed it with the rest.  Angie pushed her chest back up
against me, trying to gain what cover she could, and sobbed.  I took her by
her upper arms, and pushed her away looking into her frightened eyes.  Then
turned her back to me, and held her squirming shoulders against my chest.

   "Why are you doing this to me?" she said craning her neck up and around.
"Isn't it enough that you sit there and talk about me like I was an animal
on display, do you have to humiliate me in front of the whole room?" she
said sobbing, and still fighting me.

   "Don't worry, it's not like they haven't seen a naked slut here before.
Why should you get any special treatment when none of the others do?" I
said.

   Angie's body went into a small fit of shaking, and I heard her trying to
stifle the whimper that made it out of her throat anyway.  I turned her
back around to face me, and she looked up at me with tear filled eyes,
"I.I'm not a s.slave," she whispered.

   "I didn't call you a slave, I told her you were a hot slut.  Maybe she's
seeing something I'm not, but we can get into that later," I said.

   Angie quit squirming and fighting me, and I in turn released her arms.
The only thing she did, was to reach up and push some of the hair that she
had been whipping around, out of her face, and adjust the way she was
sitting in my lap.  She moved herself up higher, so that her soft hair was
pushed against the side of my face.  Then she snuggled herself against me,
putting her arms around my neck.

   "What are we really doing here?" she asked.

   "What do you mean?" I asked.

   "This.  Bringing me here.  Treating me like this.  What are you trying
to do?" she asked sounding a little peeved.

   "I am not treating you any different then I have been.  It's just that
here, there are people around to see it.  Don't worry they have all seen
women like you before.  And don't sit there on that beautiful ass and try
and tell me it doesn't excite you.  Your nipples could cut glass, and you
already came all over me, with me not even touching you," I said.

   "What do you mean women like me?" she asked quietly looking down.

   "Look around.  There are slaves, and sluts everywhere.  Here you are no
different then anyone else.  Relax a little.  Jesus, you are already
wearing more then most of the sluts in the room," I said.

   And as if to prove my point our server came back from meeting up with
the regulars she had seen.  She was dressed a little different then when
she had left us.  Angie gasped when she saw her.  She was now totally
naked. Well unless you count the jewelry.  She had rings thru both of her
long nipples, I had seen the ring in her bellybutton earlier, and she had a
ring in her clit.  A single length of chain joined all the rings; it went
from one nipple down to her belly, down to her clit, back up to her belly,
and up to the other nipple.

   "Well, that's what I call an outfit," I said leering at her.

   "You like?" she said, raising her tray over her head, and giving a
little spin.  "That woman really knows me too well.  I don't know why I
bother putting anything on at all when I come to work.  All of my regulars
know how turned on I get being naked.  As soon as one of them sees me in
anything, I don't care if it's my dental floss bikini they want it off. 
Hey, who am I to complain."

   I crooked my finger at her.  "Come here, I want a closer look."

   Putting her tray on the table, she got her knees on the bench and walked
her way over to us.

   "Was it very painful when you had these done?" I asked taking her hard,
right nipple and its ring in my fingers.

   "They were swollen up for a couple of days, but after that it was even
better then before I had them done," she said as she reached forward, and
took a gasping Angie's, right nipple between her fingers.  "Yours would
look fantastic with rings in them.  Jesus, if they could get the needle
thru them, as hard as they are," she said giggling.

   Angie stiffened, and had taken a death grip on my shoulders, as the girl
took a hold of her nipple.  I had no idea someone's entire body could
blush, and I don't think she had taken a breath since the girl had got in
the booth.  She let out a huge sigh as the girl let go of her nipple.

   But she sucked it back in, in a huge gasp.  "So is it just your belly or
is this done too," she said reaching for the tiny triangle that was loosing
the battle trying to stay out from between a pair of very swollen lips
while she straddled me.

   She was only doing it because she could tell what it was doing to Angie,
and I didn't stop her.  You would have been able to see a speck of dust,
with what little that suit covered.  She slipped the tips of her fingers
under the waistband, and lifted it away with the backs of her fingers.

   "Nope, no ring.  That's too bad.  Wow, it's sure smooth though," she
said, and rubbed her fingertips over Angie's bare mound.

   Angie whimpered, and came.  Her hot little pussy gushed a load of girl
cream onto the girl's fingers, and the front of my pants.  For all I know
it was only the third set of fingers to touch there, and even more probably
the first woman's.

   "Jesus, is she always like this?  Are you always this hot honey?" she
asked turning to Angie, and wiping her wet fingers off on her belly.

   All Angie could do, was moan and continue shaking as she came down.  The
girl toyed with the front of her suit.  First she pulled it a ways away,
and let it snap back against Angie's clit.  Then reaching between Angie's
thighs from the back, she pulled the front down until the top of her cleft
showed while pulling the string up behind her.  Once she had things the way
she wanted, she slid her hand up, and tugged at the belly ring.

   "You would really enjoy having the rest done, honey," she said dropping
back on her heels and watching Angie recover.

   "I could never." Angie started to say in a raspy voice.

   "Oh yes you could.  What, you don't think one slut can recognize
another?" the girl said smiling at her.

   I gave a little tug on the ass cheeks filling my hands.  "I think she's
got you there baby, I mean really all anyone has to do is look at you now,
and they'll know."

   "So are you two going to become some of my regulars, I hope?  She could
get to be a lot of fun," the girl said.

   I felt Angie's body stiffen against me.  "No I'm just passing thru. 
I'll probably be gone by the end of the week, but a return visit my next
time here is definitely going to be on my schedule."

   "That is too bad," she said dragging a red fingernail down the middle of
Angie's shuttering back.  "I would have liked to have gotten to know this
one better."

   "Hey, the night's still young, who knows anything can happen," I said
smiling at her over Angie's shoulder.

   "Well, I had better get back to work, but my name is Glenda.  If you
need anything," she said smiling, and snapping the string around Angie's
hips, "just let me know.  I'll make sure you get all she can handle," she
said sliding back out of the booth smiling.

   "Oh, don't worry we will," I said as she shook her ass out of sight.

   "I can't believe you let her touch me like that," she said against my
neck.

   "Ya, I could tell it really upset you," I said as I moved her to sitting
in my lap with her feet across the bench.  "You were almost in tears, just
as you were cumming all over her fingers.  God, I can't take you anywhere.
And look what you did to my pants.  Now I'm going to smell like a slut
too," I said laughing at her blushing.

   She looked down at the stain over the hard bulge in the front of my
pants.  "Uh huh, I can see you were totally unaffected by it all.  Or was
it the sight of Glenda, and her a.  outfit."

   "Well, you have to admit it was a pretty nice one," I said looking off
in the direction she had gone.

   Angie had been snuggled against me, when she sat bolt upright, and
gasped with her hand to her mouth.  I followed her stare to a table off to
one side but in clear view of ours.  It gave me the impression that it had
been planned that way.

   The center of her attention was a man in his thirties.  He had was on
the slender side, and wearing nothing but a collar and leash, and some kind
of harness around his hips that had his hard little dick and balls on
display.  There was no pubic hair in sight, but you could make out a glint
of silver at the head of his little dick.

   He was on his spread knees looking adoringly up at an attractive woman
in her fifties.  She had on a pair of shiny thigh high boots, and a shiny
body suit that had a zipper that went all the way between her legs.  The
zipper was down a ways showing that she had a large pair of tits hidden in
there.  Besides the leash that she had in her hand, there was a slender
black rod, about eighteen inches long that dangled from a strap around her
wrist.

   As we looked on, the woman tugged at the leash, and the slave on the
floor moved in front of her.  When his back turned to us Angie stifled
another gasp.  His back was crisscrossed with wicked red stripes.  From his
shoulders, to what I could see of his ass nothing but stripe after stripe.

   I looked at the woman, and saw her looking at me.  I knew then that Eric
had told her about us, and this was planned.  She gave me a small nod.  I'm
sure Angie never noticed all her attention was on the slave at the woman's
feet.  I saw her say something to him, and give a tug on the leash.  The
man fell to his belly and started kissing the woman's booted feet.

   "My God, she treats him like a dog," Angie whispered into her hand,
still starring.

   "I don't see him complaining, do you?  By the look of that little dick,
I would have to say he is very happy to be there," I said.

   "Oh my God, Glenda wasn't lying.  Look, you can see there is something
silver in the head of it.  Glenda said that the woman did it to him,
herself.  I can't believe he could let her do that to him.  Look at his
back.  How could anyone find that enjoyable?" She turned to me with tears
running down her cheeks.  "How could I have known him for so long, and not
known he wanted this?"

   "The person you need to ask about that is over there on his knees.  I
would like the answers to some questions too, should we go over and see if
the nice lady would let us talk to him?"

   Angie clutched at me desperately.  "Oh God, please no.  Don't take me
over there," she said her eyes wild, and scared.

   "Oh, that's right.  He has probably never seen what a hot, little slut
you are, has he?  Do you really think it would make any difference to him
to know that you are almost as much of a slave as he is?"

   I took her thigh and pulled it across mine, and then took a good hold of
that lovely ass, and looked into those scared, pale blue eyes.  "You are
you know," I whispered to her, as she shook her head denying it.  "You sit
there shaking your head, but look at yourself.  Here you are out in a
public place, naked as the day you were born, and you are so hot the whole
room can probably smell you."

   "I'm not," she whispered.

   "You're not what?  Hot?  Tell that to someone whose pants aren't being
soaked by your hot little cunt.  Someone that can't feel the heat radiating
from your whole body," I said.

   "No, I'm not a slave.  Why are you doing this?" she asked with a shocked
look on her face.

   "Just what am I doing to you." I asked looking into her frightened eyes.
"From the night I met you, I've been asking you to do things.  I never used
force, well not much anyway, and you did them all, and then some.  How can
you sit there, with your hot little cunt leaking all over me, and tell me
you don't like what you've become?'

   "I know you think that because you are not some young little hard body,
that you aren't supposed to be behaving this way.  Since when did youth
become a prerequisite for sexual fulfillment?  You are the most
passionately responsive woman I have ever had.  How often do you suppose
women cum from just being talked about?  I barely have to touch you
anymore, and you cum on my fingers.  You heard Glenda.  She saw at a glance
what you were.  The only one you are fooling is yourself, and I don't
really think you are doing a great job there."

   Seeing movement in the distance, I glanced over Angie's shoulder, and
saw the woman at the table get to her feet.  As she stood, she pulled Jon
up by his collar.  After giving him a little inspection, she said something
to him.  His eyes immediately went to the floor, and with a smile of
satisfaction on her face turned to look at me.  I think Angie had just run
out of time.

   I was holding Angie right on my hard bulge, her head down giving a
little sob every now and again, and wringing her hands.

   "That's a pretty little slut you have there," the woman said in a
pleasant, conversational tone.

   Angie stiffened and leaned into me, putting her hands on my shoulders
trying to cover herself.  "Thank you, I think so too.  Your ahh, friend
seems very well trained," I said.

   "Oh this.  This isn't a friend.  This is my Little Johnny.  Thank you
about the training though, he is new but he's coming alone nicely," she
said stroking her fingers on the back of his neck.

   In her heels she was, I suppose, six feet tall.  She was taller then the
bare footed Jon, and with her big tits she looked bigger then him too.

   "She looks like a pleasant arm full.  I like bigger boobs though," she
said flatly.

   "To each their own," I said.  "What she lacks in size, she more then
makes up for in sensitivity.  I can make her cum just from playing with her
nipples," I said.

   Angie started shaking against me.  She turned her face to my neck, and I
heard what was almost a silent chant.  "Please no, please no, please no.."

   "That sounds like fun.  Are you new here?  I don't think I've seen you
here before, and I know everyone that comes here," she said taking a seat
at the end of the bench.  Jon went to his knees immediately, keeping his
head down the whole time.

   "Yes.  I'm only in town for a few more days, and unfortunately I only
just heard of the place," I said

   "Oh, that is too bad.  It's nice that you bring your slut with you to
help unwind though," she said glancing at a still shaking Angie's back. 
"She doesn't have much for boobs, but she has a lovely backside," she said
as she ran the backs of her fingers over the arch of Angie's ass.

   There was a loud 'YIP' in my ear, and Angie shuttered against me
clutching my shoulders.

   "Oh my, I see what you mean by sensitive.  My name is Madam Vivian by
the way," she said almost blandly while watching Angie shaking against me.

   "Madam, it's a pleasure to meet you.  My name is Daniel, and this
shameless little slut cumming all over me is Angie.  I didn't bring her
with me, though.  Can you believe I picked her up in a bar?  She's married,
but I overheard her and her husband talking in a restaurant.  He wanted her
to let some guy pick her up.  Well, I had her cumming all over my fingers
right in the bar that first night, and since then she has spent most of the
last week keeping me very happy."

   "Wow, it was very nice of him to give his wife to you like that.  It
sounds like she was almost as ready to be taken as this one," she said
shaking the leash of a very agitated Jon.  The only time his head even
twitched, was when I said Angie's name.  She had trained him pretty well.

   "I saw him come in here a few times over the last few months.  Then,
about a week ago he came in two days in a row.  Well, I had been looking
for a new toy for a while, and he looked so in need, I took pity on him.'

   "As responsive as she is, this one is just as bad.  The first night I
got my hands on him, he was begging to be beaten.  I beat him until he
passed out, and when he came to, he crawled to me on his knees, and bagged
me to do it again.  Three days ago, kneel up," she said jerking the leash,
"I thought he might look nice with some jewelry.  I laid him across a table
in front of the whole room, and pushed a big piercing needle thru the head
of this hard little pee pee.  The little prick came all over him self, and
me.  After I shoved this barbell thru there, I had to beat him for cumming
without permission.  I'm not sure witch he enjoyed more," she said
chuckling.

   "Wow, I don't think I'd like to try that, if you don't mind.  I see by
his hand that he's married.  What do you suppose his wife thought about
that when he got home that first night?" I asked, really wanting to see if
Jon reacted at all.  He just dropped his head further.

   "I don't suppose that she HAS seen it.  He has been sleeping at the foot
of my bed since the night I did it," she said, petting the back of his
neck. "You see, I've been looking for someone like Little Johnny here for a
long time.  That first night, when he came to after passing out, and
crawled to me I knew this was the one.  If the little bitch, he's married
to comes looking for him, she'll just have to wait her turn.  If, and when
I get done with him, she can have him back.  Maybe."

   Angie's body was covered by sheen of sweat, she still had her face in
the crook of my neck, and she was still shaking.  She gave a small whimper
at the woman's words.

   "Is she always so shy?" she asked nodding towards Angie.  "She has a
beautiful, bare back, is she as pretty from the front?" she asked.

   "Oh, the view only improves I assure you," I said sliding my hands up
from her ass.

   Angie's nails dug into my shoulders, and her body went rigid.  I got my
hands on her upper arms, and could feel the muscles corded, trying to stop
this from happening.  I started to push her away from me, and heard the
smallest of whimpers leave her throat.  When her face was in front of mine,
she looked at me shaking her head and ready to cry.

   As I continued to push her away, her arms went to cover her little tits.
As I held her in an upright position, I smiled at her.  "This woman just
watched you cum all over me, again, and you're worried that she's going to
see your little tits.  I can't believe you sometimes," I said as I roughly
turned her until she was facing the older woman.

   When she didn't move her arms, I reached to her wrists, and slowly
pulled them to the small of her back.  That bowed her back a little, which
showed her off beautifully.

   "Oh my, she is lovely isn't she?  Johnny what do you think?" the woman
asked, and Angie whimpered dropping her head back so that she didn't have
to see his face, which only deepened the bow in her back.

   I watched Jon slowly raise his head, and look at his wife, sitting in my
lap, while he was kneeling on the floor by his mistress's feet.  He looked
very shocked to see her as she looked now.

   Angie was facing the woman.  She was sitting on her left foot, and my
lap, while her right foot dangled off the bench.  Her back was bowed
beautifully, showing off her little round belly, with it's own new
adornment.  Glenda had adjusted the bottom of that little yellow suit so
that Angie's hard clit stuck out over the top, and the rest of the suit was
between her swollen lips.

   "Johnny, shut your mouth dear, what do you think?  Doesn't this man have
a pretty little slut?" She asked him, giving a slight tug on his leash. 
"Can you believe some man would give a slut like that away?  Do you think a
boy like you could ever satisfy a slut like that?"

   "Well?" she said when he didn't answer.

   "No mistress.  I don't think a boy like me could keep a woman like that
satisfied," he said dropping his head.

   Angie's head shot up.  "Jesus Jon, what are you saying, I'm your wife?"
she said trying to sit up a little "What are you doing?  Are you just going
to throw away all the years, and everything we've had together?  You're
just going to let this man take me?" she gasped.

   "Look at you.  Who let who take whom?" Jon said incredibly.  "Yes, when
I started this it was because I had to find out if this is what had been
missing from my life.  I thought the best way for me to do that would be to
see if I couldn't distract you long enough for me to see what was on the
other side.  When you came home that first night, and told me what this
man," he said look at me for the first time, "had done to you, I knew two
things; one, that there was no way you could give me what I was going to go
looking for, and two that you had enjoyed giving him what he wanted from
you.'

   "The way you talked about him, I knew there was nothing you wouldn't
give him.  By the looks of things, I was right about that.  You are a
slut," he said acidly.

   There was a splat sound, as the wide loop end of the leather leash
smacked into his face, causing both, him to fall back on his heels, and
Angie to gasp and shy away from the woman.

   "That will be quite enough out of you my boy.  Who are you to judge
anyone?  Not when you're on your knees licking my boots, and loving every
second of it.  Don't think I don't know what you had in mind for this poor
girl when you started this.  It's not her fault, that when you sent her out
to get her out of your way, a real man got his hands on her.  Do you think
because you couldn't satisfy the little slut, that some man might come
along and just take what you couldn't?  Hah.'

   "Look at him.  Do you think for one minute you can take his slut from
him?  Look at the front of his pants.  You see that big, hard bulge there?
Look how the whole area around that big bulge is soaked.  Do you really
think you could make that sluts cunt leak it's juices like that?  That
takes a man, not a boy like you.  A boy like you needs a woman like me that
will take what she wants from him, isn't that right?" she said flicking his
ear with the tip of that thin little rod.

   Jon dropped his head.  "Yes mistress.  I'm sorry mistress."

   Ignoring him, the woman looked at me.  "Why don't we get together later
this week?  I'll leave word that you are my guest.  Just come in as often
as you want.  Bring your little slut, or the management has a nice variety
to choose from." I felt Angie's body flinch at that.  "That way we can get
to know one another better."

   "I'd be delighted.  I'll leave my number with that pretty little
waitress, and you can get a hold of me to let me know when.  You had better
plan on earlier in the week.  With me leaving at the end of it, things will
be getting pretty crazy," I said.

   "It's a date.  Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go have a talk with
this one," she said standing and jerking Jon's leash.

   Jon gave a last long look at Angie.  While his eyes were on her I
reached in front of her, and tweaked her clit.  Her body jumped at my
touch, and her eyes darted to Jon to see if had seen it.  When she saw that
he had, and the contempt that showed in his face, she sobbed and dropped
her head.

   "Are you done humiliating me now?  If you are, can we go?" in a small
voice.

   I turned her back into me.  When she wouldn't look at me, I pulled her
close, and reached up, and took a good handful of hair turning her face to
me.  "We will leave when I'm ready.  We have a few things to talk about. 
Namely, what was all that shit about him just letting me take you?  He
didn't LET me do anything.  I saw you walking away from me in that
restaurant," I gave her ass a squeeze, "and I knew I wanted this ass.  I
went in that bar, and took what I wanted.'

   "When you went home that night, he had every opportunity to stop this
then.  He made absolutely no effort to keep this from happening.  to keep
you.  You told me yourself, he encouraged you at every turn.  He said the
same thing, and you're still trying to take the blame for it.'

   "Look, I'm the first to admit I did everything I could to turn you into
the hot little slut you are now.  But do you really think I could have
gotten so far, so fast if you hadn't wanted it to happen too?  You're
sitting here in my lap, naked, and leaking juice out of that hot little
gash, and you still think you are going to stop this?" I said angrily.

   "I not naked," she whispered.

   Her gasp was almost a shriek, as I pulled her body away from mine, by
her hair.  I reached down to the small triangle in between her swollen
lips, and yanked it from her hips.  I held the little scrap in front of her
tear filled eyes.

   "Now you are fucking naked," I said tossing it away.  "Why do you insist
on playing these games?  He told you himself, that he wanted to get you out
of the way, and you are still trying to feel guilty.  I know you're not
stupid, if you were, I wouldn't have bothered with you in the first place.
So what is it?"

   When she didn't answer, I gave her head a slight shake "What is it?"

   Her eyes dropped, but again there was no answer.

   "Fuck this," I said tossing her off of me, and on her side on the bench.
"I'm going to the hotel.  Don't bother following me.  Just go the fuck
home, or where ever I don't care.  I just don't want to see you.  Maybe
some day you will come across a guy that enjoys the types of games you
play. I wouldn't count on it though.  I also wouldn't count on seeing much
of your hubby either.  He's having the guilt; if he had any to begin with,
beat out of him right now.'

   "I'll have your things sent to your house.  I told you last time I'm
done playing games with you Angie.  Maybe you and Kathy can keep each other
entertained.  I've had my fill," I said turning on my heel, and striding
for the door.

   As I passed her, Glenda tried to stop me.  I just kept walking, and not
looking back.  The only thing I stopped for was a business card with the
club's address, and phone number on it.  I went out, and noticed it was
pretty dark.  I guess I had lost track of time, in the dark club.  The man
at the gate saw the way I looked, and was gratefully silent, as the cab
pulled up to the curb.  Not speaking I got in, and told the driver where to
take me.

   Well, that pretty much settles that.  I guess I wouldn't have to worry
about what to do about the little slut when I left.  Jesus, I was shaking I
was so pissed off.  Why did she always have to do that?  I thought after
hearing what Jon had said, she would accept the things for what they were.
There was no going back for Jon.  His new mistress had his number, and I
don't think she will be done with him for a long time to come.

   I laughed at myself.  I envied the little prick.  Here he was on his
knees, being beaten, and God knows what else, and I envied him.  His
mistress had him where she wanted him, and he loved every second of it,
with no thought of where it would lead, or how she would take him there. 
He had given himself to the stern woman with that little black rod of hers.
I had no doubt that she would keep exactly where he wanted to be, on his
knees, at her feet.

   The cab pulled up in front of the hotel, I paid the fare, and went to
the desk.  I made arrangements to change my room, and to have one of the
bellhops bring up a couple of boxes.  I would fill, and address the boxes,
and then they would ship them.  With the use of one of those luggage
trolleys, I was able to get all my stuff in one trip.

   I packed the boxes myself.  I didn't want anything to happen to the nice
things she had bought.  Hopefully the money wasn't wasted, and she would
find someone to wear them for.  When I finished them, I called the desk to
have them send someone up for them.  I also made sure that they noted that
I didn't want my new room number given to anyone.

   I waited to see that the boxes were taken, and then went up five floors
to my new room.  After entering, I tossed the card on the table, and
started pacing.  Why?  Why did she insist on these games?  She had heard
the same things I had.  She had seen him with her own eyes, and still she
doesn't talk to me.

   I looked at the clock, and saw it was late as hell.  Sunday was going to
be one long day.  I calmed down a little, and started to wind down.  I'm
sure was going to have plenty of time to think about this in the days to
come.

   I started stripping out of my clothes.  I needed to get some sleep.  As
I was cleaning out my pockets, I came out of one pocket with the card from
the club.  I stood there and looked at it thinking back to what Eric had
said.  I had thought finding out the truth would make Angie and I closer. I
told you I needed to quit thinking.  He had been right when he said some
people were better off not knowing.

   I tossed the card on the table and collapsed on the bed.  After taking a
couple of very deep slow breathes through my nose, I sat up again.  I bent
down to the clothes I had been wearing, and picked them up.  Walking over
to the closet I threw them as hard as I could onto the floor of the closet,
and slammed the door.  I went back over to the bed, and sat wondering how
long it would take for the smell of her to die down?  I rolled over, and
buried my face in a pillow.  That's the last thing I remember, before
passing out.

   "What's is it now?" I said angrily into the phone.

   Sunday had been almost more then I could take.  I spent the whole day
out just walking around, finding anything I could to distract me.  Sunday
night was even worse.  It's amazing how quickly you can get used to some
things.  And it was even easier when that something was Angie.

   Monday was easier on me, maybe not on anyone around me, but it was nice
to have some distraction.  Like I said though, it was pretty one sided. 
While I had been there, I had gotten to know and like the support staff of
people that had helped me get the change of policy, and ideas across to the
rest of the remaining employees.  Unfortunately those same people were on
the front line when I got to work that first mourning.

   I was in a seriously foul mood.  It started with my first cup of coffee,
and didn't quit until I .  well it didn't really quit at all.  I even got
cross with the cute girl, Pam that had been serving me meals since I got
there.  It was the first time I had stopped to eat all day, and I was in no
mood for pleasantries.

   She tried to start a conversation while she was taking, and delivering
my order.  After I snapped at her, she didn't stop at my table again other
then to drop off the check, and she didn't say a word when she did that. 
Seeing her eyes let me know she had not appreciated being treated as she
had.  I left nice tip, and made a mental note to myself to apologize to
her.

   Tuesday mourning was no easier, on them or me.  After the day before,
everyone walked on eggshells around me.  Everyone avoided me that could,
and that just pissed me off more.  So at around two-thirty when the phone
rang, I'm sure whoever it was knew that I didn't want to be talking to
them.

   "My, my, you do sound upset dear.  Daniel, this is Madam Vivian," she
said in that sophisticated sounding voice of hers.

   I had forgotten to call the club, to give her my number at the hotel. 
It was a complete shock hearing her on the phone at work.

   "Ah, .  Madam it's nice to hear from you.  How did you get this number?"
I asked out of curiosity.

   "That's not really important," she said dismissively.  "I'm calling
about our little get together.  You do still want to get together don't
you? I would very much like to talk with you some more about things.  You
mentioned that you were going to be leaving soon, and I would enjoy us
talking before you do."

   "Madam, I would love to get together with you, but yes I am getting
ready to finish up my business, and just don't think I can make the time.
Maybe, if your invitation still stands, I'll stop in at the club next time
I'm in town."

   "Of course the invitation stands, dear boy, but I wish you would come by
before you leave.  Please.  I can promise you it would be well worth your
time," she said sweetly.

   "Madam I'd love to, but I just don't think I can.  Maybe next time," I
said.

   "I will not take no for an answer.  I know, from my little pet, that you
and his wife had a bit of a falling out, but you can still come by and talk
with me without her.  Now I'll be expecting you tomorrow night.  Eight
o'clock.  Don't be late.  Punctuality is always rewarded, and the lack of
it never forgotten."

   "Madam I c." that old bat hung up on me.

   I slammed the phone down.  That was just one more thing that had gone so
well today.  Since my door was open, the fifty something lady, that they
had provided as my assistant, looked disapprovingly at my little display.

   Okay so I was stuck.  I know the woman didn't know me, and what could
she do to me anyway, but I already knew I'd be there at eight sharp. 
Christ, like I wasn't having a hard enough time keeping my mind off that
little slut, now I was going to end up surrounded by even more of them.

   My disposition only improved for the rest of the day.  Ya, right. 
Wednesday, it was like being on my own planet.  When I got near,
conversations stopped, people turned away, some even ran away.

   I sat in my office and stewed.  Seeing what an asshole I had been, I
figured I could let everybody have a day without my, oh so friendly
personality, getting in the way of their work.  It's not like I could tell
anyone there what the problem was, anyway.  I had plenty to keep me busy,
but I had the attention span of a flea, and did more starring at the screen
then typing.

   Every once in a while my elderly assistant would feel sorry for me, and
bring in a cup of coffee, other then that it was a pretty useless day.  I
managed to get my daily stuff done, but it took the whole day.  I left
feeling pretty drained, thinking only of getting up to my neck in some
scolding hot water.

   Back at the hotel, it didn't get any better.  The walls closed in, and
there wasn't even anyone to take it out on.  I'll tell ya what didn't help,
I had gotten the clothes that I had worn to the club out of the room the
next mourning, but in the short time they were in the closet, her scent had
entered every pore of every thing I owned.

   I thought fuck it; I refuse to send everything out to get cleaned. 
There I go thinking again.  I'm ninety-nine percent sure; that the suit I
had worn on Tuesday must have been right over my pants.  Coincidentally,
that was also the day I was the biggest asshole at work.

   I got into my room, changed into some trunks and sweats, and took off
for the hot tub.  I got to the room, dropped my towel and sweats, and
powered up the jets.  I climbed down into the bubbling hot water, and went
all the way under.  Coming up out of the water I found a reclining seat,
made sure all the jets were pointed in the right direction, and lay back
with a sigh.

   I figure if I showed up at work, and actually got something done, I
could be out of here by Friday.  Once out of this town, I can get back to
normal.  Whatever that is.  At least maybe I could get back out, and bury
myself in another project to help pass some time.  Then I got to thinking
about tonight.

   What could this woman, and I possibly have in common now?  What did she
want from me?  Then I thought about that little slut Glenda.  It might be
nice to see all of her again.  Okay, ya I'm a pig.  But you really have to
see things from my side.  Other then the short out of town trip, I had been
fucking Angie non-stop since we'd met.  It's pretty hard (pun intended) to
go cold turkey after her.  Thankfully I don't usually remember too many of
my dreams, but waking up with a hard on that doesn't go away, for the last
three days, was getting old.

   I hope this woman didn't have something in mind to include me into her
little games with Jon.  She is an attractive woman, but definitely not my
type.  What the hell did she want?  I suppose she could have gotten Jon to
find out from Angie, where I worked.  Why go to the trouble though?

   The jets kicked off, and I sat there in that quiet little room, and
tried to figure it out.  When I got tired of sitting there getting just as
frustrated as I'd been at work, I went over, rinsed off, and went back to
the room.  I went in, and took a shower.  I got into a pair of slacks, and
a button up shirt.

   I decided against the hotel caf,, and instead went down the street to a
smaller deli, and got a sandwich.  I was done eating by six-thirty, and
just walked around looking at nothing, trying to put together some reason
for this little get together.

   I went back up to the room, did a little business, washed up, and went
down to get a taxi to the club.  I decided it was doing no good getting too
worked up over something, that I couldn't control.  I'd just go with things
until I didn't like them, and then take what action was necessary.

   We pulled up in front of the club.  I paid the driver, and greeted the
sentry on the front gate.

   "Good evening sir.  All alone this evening?" he asked opening the gate.

   "How are you tonight?  Yes, it's just me tonight," I said in reply.

   "I'm doing fine, thank you.  We are glad to have you here, just go on
in,"

   As I climbed the front steps, I heard the now familiar sound of the lock
opening, on the heavy door.  I walked in through the entry, to stand by the
curtained opening into the main room.  I stood there looking around the
room, trying to take it all in.  The things people do to amuse themselves
is amazing.

   As I was watching a man pump a woman's mouth up and down on his cock, I
felt a tug at one of my belt loops.  Looking to my left.  I saw the beaming
face of Glenda looking up at me.

   "I'm really glad you stopped in.  Where's your little slut?" she asked
pouting.  "I was looking forward to seeing her again too."

   "I bet you were.  It's just me tonight.  I'm meeting Madam Vivian.  Is
she here yet?" I asked, looking her over hungrily.

   She smiled at my open appraisal of her.  "Yes, she's here.  They are
over in one of the booths.  Come on, I'll show you," she said, walking away
in front of me.

   This had to be the infamous dental floss bikini.  Somehow it was almost
better seeing her in it, then naked.  She definitely new how to draw a
man's attention where she wanted it, as she rolled those beautiful ass
cheeks in front me like a dancer.

   I was a little distracted, and only noticed we'd reached our destination
because I ran into her ass.

   "Your table sir," she said giggling at me.

   "Thanks Glenda, sorry about that.  I guess I was distracted," I said
with a smile.

   "I would hope so, other wise I wasted a perfectly good strut for
nothing," she said smiling at me.

   "Okay you, go get this boy something to drink, I'm sure his tongue must
be dry from hanging out.  Daniel, it's lovely to see you dear.  Thank you
for coming.  Please sit," she said nodding to bench.

   "Madam.  You're looking beautiful as usual," I said as my foot hit
something under the table.  I looked down and saw Jon curled up at her
feet.

   "Thank you dear, flattery will get you anywhere with me," she said
smiling.  "I'm so glad you could come tonight."

   "Well, you made it pretty clear that you wanted to see me, mind telling
me why?" I asked.

   "All in good time dear.  How are things at work?  Are you on schedule to
finish up this week?" she asked.

   "Madam, you seem to know a great deal about me.  How?" I said, though I
was pretty sure I already knew.

   "Well, I'm sure you've already guessed, but I had a bit of a chat with
your little friend, my pet's wife.  She told me all about you.  I can't say
I blame you.  I hate games.  This one," she said rubbing a booted foot on
Jon's bare shoulder, "thought he was a game player too.  I beat that out of
him very quickly, didn't I pet?"

   "Yes mistress," Jon said, and lay back down.

   "You are leaving town anyway, it's as good a way as any to end it I
suppose.  I understand you haven't had any contact with her at all.  That's
probably for the best.  I don't suppose you would tell me what happened?"
she asked.

   "Well, I don't really see where it's any of your business, but if you
think you have to know, she wouldn't tell me why, when she had already
heard what he said," I nodded towards where Jon was lying, "she was the one
feeling guilty.  She had gone through that the first couple of days I got
my hands on her, but in the last few days, I thought she had turned over a
new leaf.  All I had to do was look at her, and she would start to heat up.
I don't let her wear anything when we're in my hotel room, and every chance
she got, she would shake her bare ass in my face, looking to get her little
ass thrown down and used.  Then, that asshole calls her a slut, and the
walls cave in.'

   "He practically throws her away, and she feels guilty.  What the hell
was I supposed to do?  She has seen and heard what other people think of
her, and still she refuses to come to grips with what she is.  She was
getting more shameless by the day.  There was almost nothing I could think
of that she wouldn't do for me.  All it took was a word from him," I said
looking disgustedly at him under the table, "and everything went right out
the window."

   "Yes, well we had quite a talk after he said that, and he has seen the
error in his ways.  He didn't see it so much, as I pointed it out to him.
He was still under the impression that he had something to say about how
other people should live their lives.  He's not under that impression any
more, are you pet?"

   "No mistress," he said without raising his head.

   "Well it's nice that you got him straightened out on that.  Too bad it
didn't happen earlier.  Maybe she will find the right guy and live happily
ever after, and she can go right on playing her little games with him.  I
had fun while it lasted.  I'll be gone in a couple of days, and things can
get back to normal.  I should have stuck to professionals in the first
place.  Less enjoyment, but much less complicated," I said, as Glenda
appeared at the table.

   She had changed out-fits again.  She was back into her rings, and chain.
Tonight her hair was piled on top of her head, with a few wisps hanging
loose at her temples.  As she reached forward and placed my drink in front
of me, I caught hold of the chain dangling from her left nipple.  She gave
a gasp, but made no move to remove my hand or to move away.

   "Like this one," I said, as I used her nipple to guide her into the
booth.  "She knows what she is, she knows what she likes, and knows how to
get it.  She knows she's a slut, and doesn't try to hide it." I let go of
the chain at her nipple, and took a hold of it where it fell away from her
lower belly.  "She doesn't feel guilty about it, and she doesn't question
it.  Why should she, it's who she is?" she gasped as I tugged on her clit
ring.  "Angie may think she can return to the way things were, but it will
never be the same," I said as I slipped my fingers down to caress the
length of Glenda's wet slit.  "Too bad, I won't be around when she figures
it out."

   Glenda's knees spread a little, and she closed her eyes as my finger
went into her.  But they popped open very quickly.

   "Don't you have customers girl?" asked a stern sounding Madam.

   Glenda made to lift herself off my finger, but stopped gasping.  Moving
quickly, I added a second finger, and tangled my thumb in the chain.

   "She's doing just fine where she is," I said pulling her to me by her
pussy.  Her eyes closed, and she came willingly.

   "I would like to have your attention while we talk, but it doesn't look
like you are going to give her up so..  Did you mean what you said about
wanting to be around when your little friend figures out what she wants?"
Madam asked.

   "I gave her more chances then I've ever given anyone.  She found a way
to screw things up every time.  This is more of what I had in mind," I
said.

   Glenda had a death grip on both the back of the booth and the table. 
She was shaking a little, but that got worse real fast.  I pulled one
finger out of her wet cunt, and sunk it into her ass on the next in stroke,
rubbing inside both her holes.  I wrapped the chain around the pad of my
thumb, and used it to rub at her exposed clit.  She shuttered and came on
my fingers pumping her hips at me.

   "Does it look like Glenda here, is going to feel guilty because she just
came on my hand.  I think the only thing going through this little slut's
mind is, will I keep doing it?  The answer is yes," I said, as I continued
to saw my fingers in an out of her two holes.  "Why would anyone feel
guilty because she let herself feel?  I am done trying to find out.  There
is no need to when there others out there just like this one," I said
hearing my fingers slurp in and out of her.

   "I do see your point, but I wouldn't think you would give up that
easily. I thought it would be more enjoyable to conquer her," she said.

   "I did.  For the last week the slut did whatever I asked her to do.  I
used and abused her all I wanted, and she bagged for more.  I fucked her so
hard she could hardly walk, and you know what she did?  When I was done
with her she got down and licked me clean.  She is as much a slut as this
one," I tweaked Glenda's clit making her gasp, "ever thought of being.  The
only difference is, this one knows, and loves it.  What interest could you
possibly have in my relationship with his wife?  Why would you care?"

   "She came here, your little friend.  She came here Monday night to see
if you were here, I assume.  When I saw her she was crying her eyes out. 
She told me what had happened, and that you had left the room you had at
the hotel.  We had a very long talk, her and I.  She told me thing that
even shocked my little pet.  He always thought he was the only one wishing
for someone to make their dreams come true, and he was a little upset when
he heard some of the things she told me." She tapped her little black rod
on the table edge.  "He now understands, completely, how little weight his
opinion carries on anyone but himself.'

   "The young lady, I'm afraid, is a different matter," she said.

   "The young lady is a matter that doesn't concern me anymore," I said,
still moving my fingers inside the girl trembling in front of me.  "She
will get over it.  I don't need that kind of shit in my life, not when
there are little ones like this around," I said making her gasp again.  "I
still don't see why you should give a damn about this woman."

   "I'm not sure myself, really.  Maybe it's because she won't be getting
this one back," she said, rubbing her soul on Jon's shoulder again.  "I
don't think I would call it guilt exactly, more a kind of appreciation.'

   "When you left her here, and then she couldn't find you at the hotel,
she fell apart.  She came back here to see if she could find you here, and
that's when I saw her.  We talked.  She said that she hadn't seen you since
the night we all met.  She told me a little about what had happened between
you, but then she just kind of broke down, and told me of the things you
had done to her.  She told me how she felt about what you had done to her.
She told me of fantasies she's had since she was a girl.  She told me
things this one had never even heard before, and they have known each other
since their teens.  I'm not sure why she felt she had to tell me all this,
but she did."

   I pulled the panting little slut, on my fingers, closer until she had to
let go of the table, and took a new hold on me instead.  Her knees were
spread wide now, and her juices were dripping off the backs of my knuckles.


   "Would you please send the slut away for a while?  I really would like
to speak with you," Madam said to me angrily.

   Glenda whimpered, and her hips tried to follow, as I slipped my fingers
out of her.  With her hands on my shoulders, she looked pleadingly into my
eyes.  "Run along now," I said.  "But don't go too far.  I have plans for
that hot little hole of yours," I said tugging on the chain attached to her
clit.

   The girl smiled at me as she scrambled back off the bench.  "I won't be
far away.  Just give me a sign, and I'll be right back."

   "Now what is it?" I said angrily.  "I have been thinking about getting
my hands on her since you called."

   "Have you really given up on your little slut?  If you have, I will call
her back over," she said nodding to a near by Glenda.  "If you think there
might still be interested in the other one, we have some things to talk
about."

   "Do you really think the little slut can change?  If you do, you are the
only one.  I had my fun it's time to cut my losses, and let some other poor
sap fall for those pale blue eyes," I said.

   "If you really try hard my boy, you might get someone to believe you
meant that," she said with a smile.

   "Look, I haven't been a boy for a long time," I said, getting a little
angry.  "I don't know why you think you should be involved in this, but
stay the fuck out of my head.  It gets crowded in here, if there are more
then one of us."

   "The night we met, I could tell then.  You couldn't hide the pride of
ownership you showed, when you were showing her to us.  You were proud to
show her husband what he could never dream of possessing again.  Why? 
Because she belongs to you, that's why.  You know if you are going to try
to make people think you don't care about her, you shouldn't get so angry,
when people talk about her," she said with that little smile again.

   "What is your point woman?" I said letting my temper flair a little.

   "My point is, I don't think you are as ready to give her up as you are
trying to make out.  My other point is that I think this woman belongs to
you," she said seriously.

   "I thought the same thing at one time, but I'm just too tired of the
games she likes to play," I said leaning back.

   "Here's another question, what if it wasn't a game?  What if she just
didn't know how to tell you what she really wanted?  What if she COULDN'T
tell you what she wanted?  Do you think you could let her try to explain
why she did, what she did?" she asked.

   "Do you really think that if she wouldn't before, she will now?  Look,
you're right.  I would like nothing more then to have her in my bed, but I
will not play these games.  If she comes to me again it's going to be by my
rules.  I was leading her down this little path we've been going down, but
I always told her that if she said no that was it.  She never told me no,
but I won't give her the chance anymore either.  If she comes to me again,
I won't ask any more, I'll just take, and I'll keep on taking until there
is nothing left," I said.

   "That is understandable.  I don't think there would be much of a problem
she seems very willing to be whatever it is you want her to be.  What might
that be exactly?  What do you want from her?" she asked.

   "Everything.  I'm not saying it has to be all at once, but eventually I
am going to claim every last spark of fire I can start in that little belly
of hers," I said making my meaning as clear as I possibly could.

   "Since you have decided to make yourself the matchmaker here, this is
what I propose.  I'll give you the number to my room at the hotel.  If,
after you tell her my conditions, she wants to stop by I'll give her one
more chance.  If I don't feel she is being totally open with me, that will
be that," I said.

   "Agreed.  Are you going to your hotel now?" she asked.

   "Yes, but this isn't happening tonight.  I will be done with my work by
Friday.  You make sure she is at my room Friday night, seven o'clock.  That
way I have the weekend to see how things go, if I don't like what I see,
I'll just jump on my plane, and leave.  That's it, no more chances.  What
happens after that will be between her and I, but I'll bet I can tell you
how it will turn out," I said.

   "You seem to have a fondness for making bets.  Fine, I'll take your
wager.  Friday night seven o'clock, we can discuss stakes later.  I take
your word, that you'll pay up," she said.

   "As long as you don't want me to buy you a country estate, I'll cover
the bet, but we'll worry about that if it happens," I said.

   The End Chapter Ten