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 A Friendly Wager Chapter Eight

   By dc2469

   This is a work of fiction intended for adults only.



   The cab pulled up in front of the hotel, and Angie and I got out. 
Taking her elbow, I walked us into the hotel, and over to the elevators,
where we joined the group of people that were already waiting.

   As I glanced around I noticed the man and wife I had run into once
before.  His wife flicked her eyes at Angie, and then back at me, with a
smile on her face.  I gave her a small nod, and her grin turned to a huge
smile as she gave me a thumbs-up.  I almost laughed, but that would have
probably resulted in my death, seeing as how Angie had no idea of our
little exchange, or the reason for it.

   After waiting for the car to unload, our little group piled on.  Angie
and I got off at our floor, and went to the room.  She was very quiet, as
she pulled out her keycard, opened the door, and went in.

   When I got in, after locking the door, she was standing there waiting
with her arms crossed, and looking very impatient.  "Okay, we're here now.
Will you please tell me what's going on?"

   "The guy I talked to was the security for a private club.  It's not the
first time Jon was there, the guy new him by name.  The guard told me Jon
had been going there off and on for a while, but that in the last couple of
weeks, he had been there quite a bit.  It's a B&D club, and the guard said
that Jon had met up with a dominant woman there, and that it got pretty
ruff at times.  That's all he was willing to tell me," I said.

   Angie was standing there with a stunned look on her face.  "He's been
going to this.  place, to see a woman that beats him?  My God, I can't
believe this.  How long has it been going on?  What's her name?"

   "You're getting me confused with Jon again.  You see I'm the one fucking
you.  You will have to ask Jon, who is fucking him," I said a little
sarcastically.

   "What are you getting so pissed about, he's not doing this to you, he's
doing it to me," she said with tears starting to fall down her cheeks.

   "And just what is it he's done to you?  Did you want to be the one
beating him?  I'm sure if you tell him that's what you want, he'll be on
his knees in front of you in a heartbeat.  Is that what you want," I asked,
looking into her pale blue eyes.

   "You know it's not," she cried.

   "Then what?" I said.

   "There is no way I could do that.  I mean sure I was always the one
making the decisions, but I never dominated him like that.  It's just not
in me, especially now.  Jesus, I haven't even been making decisions for
ME," she said, rubbing a hand over her new belly ring.  "I don't know what
to do now."

   "Well, you've got the weekend to think about it," I said, kicking off my
shoes, and going over to the bed.

   "God, that's probably why he hasn't even taken his shirt off in front of
me for the last couple of weeks.  I thought it was because of you and I. 
Jesus, that's why he jumped so hard when I pushed him away with my foot. 
How could he do that to himself?  How could he go there, and have some
woman beat him?" she said looking at me.

   "So what is it you want me to say?  I have no idea what makes some
people tick, least of all someone like Jon.  It's obviously something he
wants, because he keeps going back for more.  But if you really want to
know, you have to ask him.  I can't really say I'm surprised though," I
said.

   "What's that supposed to mean," she said angrily.

   "It means, I was more surprised when you told me you thought he was
having an affair.  I mean, first he sends you out to find someone else, and
then he goes out looking for what, something younger?  Then I thought maybe
he was going out to find., hell I don't know, I guess maybe I thought he
was out looking for a guy.  It's not like we haven't heard that one before.
I don't know, I guess as long as it's what he wants that's all that
matters," I said, and rubbed my back.  "I can't say I could go in for that
though.  The last time someone hit me with a belt I was eight, and I knew
for a fact that, that was one thing I could gladly do without."

   "How can you sound so casual about this?  What do you mean, as long as
it's what he wants?  We are married you know?" she said angrily.

   "Look at your left hand and tell me what you see," I said, getting a
little angry now my self.

   Stretching her hand out, back up looking at the plain band and the large
diamond, she said, "I don't see anything but my wedding rings."

   "Now, who's bed were you in last night?" I said.

   "You know damn well that I was in your bed last night," she said, those
pale eyes flashing with fire.

   "Well those rings didn't come from me.  That means you're not married to
me, but you were in my bed.  You don't think maybe you're being a bit
one-sided here, do you?  I mean I assumed you were here because you enjoyed
what we do together.  You don't think Jon has a right to go find something
that you weren't able to give him, while you do?" I held up my hand when
she made to interrupt me.  "You're going to try and tell me he was the one
that started it.  Look, if you had not wanted me to practically fuck you in
that bar, that first night, do you think you would be here now?  You were
looking for something, you may not have known at the time, but you were. 
Well, Jon knew what he wanted and he found a way to get it.  If you're
feeling cheated I guess I read a little more into things then I should
have."

   "I don't feel cheated.  I just can't understand how he could do
something like that?  I thought I knew him.  I guess I'm just having a hard
time believing I didn't know him as well as I thought I did.  I never, in
my wildest dreams would have thought he was doing those things," she said,
turning her eyes to the floor.

   "What's the old saying 'There's no accounting for some peoples tastes,'
well if it's what he's looking for then that's what matters.  I can't say
I'm sorry.  You're kind of a pain in the ass, and you don't have any tits,
but I've kind of gotten used to having you around."

   I was just barely quick enough to block the high-heel that came shooting
at my chest from her right foot.  The one from her left foot went high and
left, but she followed it with a vicious body blow, as she ran up and
jumped on chest.  "Watch it buddy, my boyfriend says he likes my little
tits," she said, pinning my arms down, and getting her knees on them.  She
was trying, but I could see it in her eyes, she was not really as sure as
she had been of things.

   I looked up into those pale eyes again.  "That's not all your boyfriend
likes."

   Angie's eyes got soft and she shuffled back and lay down on my chest,
and nuzzled her face into my neck.  "It wasn't that I felt cheated, as much
as I felt guilty," she whispered.

   "Why are you feeling guilty now?" I asked.

   "Well, right from the start this just felt so right, and I guess that's
why I have been fighting it.  I had always thought I was getting everything
I needed out of my life.  Then you come along, and everything changes.  In
one week, you show me a side of myself even I didn't know was there.  I
felt like I shouldn't be letting you do this to me after all, I'm married.
Don't I have to show some kind of loyalty, or sorrow, or remorse,
something, over what's happening?'

   "Then you get your hands on me, and all that goes right out the window.
The things that you do to me, and the way you make me feel seem to
overshadow everything.  How do you do that?  I mean I really had never
looked outside my marriage before.  Sure I looked at the occasional nice
butt, or checked out guys with Kathy, but I have never once even let anyone
get past the intro.  Then here you come with some corny bet, and I just let
you use me however you want.  Hell, I start giving you things you don't
even ask for.  How am I supposed to explain it?" she said, sounding a
little distraught.

   I took a hold of her hair, and gently lifted her head, until she put her
forearms on my chest to hold her self up.  "Why do you feel like you have
to explain anything?  While we're at it, just who is it you think you have
to explain it to?  What we do together is for us to share with each other.
When I want some one to know what a little slut you are, I'll show them. 
If some one asks, just tell them it's none of their business, I don't care
who it is.  If you don't want to tell anyone, and that includes Jon, then
don't."

   "I can't just not say anything, the people that ask already know there
is something going on," she said.  "I can't just pretend it's not, and I
don't think I want to."

   "Then don't.  I told you already, I don't care, but I don't live here
either.  I'll be leaving, and won't have to face any of these people
again." Angie face showed a quick look of fear, but she covered it quickly
by dropping her head down, and hiding behind a curtain of shiny dark hair.
"You live, and work here.  I'll be honest, I would like to go out and do
things, but I've held back because I didn't want you to have to face people
who might know you.  I don't think I can spend a whole lot of time with
you, and keep my hands off you.  Especially when you look like you do now,"
I slid my hand down under the hem of her skirt, "and me knowing there is
nothing to stop me from getting what I want."

   Angie lifted her head, and gave it a little shake to part her hair.  "I
want to go out too, but I don't know if I'm ready," she said, and dropped
her head blushing.  "It's not that I might run into someone.  Sometimes
when you look at me, I feel like I'm going to melt.  I can almost feel how
much you want me, just from the way you look at me.  It kind of scares me
sometimes, but most of the time, I just want you to take me.  I love being
your little slut, but I would rather it not be announced to the entire
world."

   "I can't believe you," I said with a chuckle.  "You don't think you
announce it every time you go out?  Have you looked at yourself lately? 
And now you get to show off that new little ring in your belly.  I can't
wait to take you out."

   Angie jerked her head up, and looked at me with bright eyes.  "I know,
we could call Kathy, she said she was going out tonight," she said and
chuckled.  "She told me that she hated me.  She says that she's out looking
for someone week after week, and I go out and find someone without even
trying.  She said she's going to double her efforts."

   "Well from the little that I've talked to her, she seems alright to me.
If you think you can handle being out in public, because I'm telling you
now there will be no funny business.  If you throw one of your little
tantrums, I won't hesitate to correct the problem.  And I won't be stopped
from enjoying you, either.  If you think you can handle it, go ahead and
call her," I said looking her in the eye.

   "What do you mean by enjoying me?  You wouldn't get too crazy would you?
I mean in the last week I have done things that for me were unthinkable in
the past, but now they seem almost natural.  What is it you have in mind?"
she asked.

   "I don't have anything in mind.  All I'm say is, if I want to take you
in my arms, and kiss you, or do whatever, I don't want you getting all
crazy on me.  And don't look at me like you don't know what I'm talking
about," I said as I saw her start to say something.  "All I'm saying is,
you will be available to me at all times, so don't be surprised if at some
point I can't help myself," I said as I took a good handful of her ass and
squeezed.

   Angie gave a small gasp, "I think I can handle it.  Please promise me
you won't let me go too far."

   I promise," I said, because I had yet to find out what too far was for
her.  "I won't let you go any further then arms length."

   "You know what I mean," she said giving me a shake.  "Please don't take
me so far that I can't stop.  I don't want to make a total fool of myself
in front of Kathy."

   "Okay, but you'll pay later," I said as I continued to caress her bare,
smooth ass.

   "You know I love paying you," she said dropping down, and giving me a
quick kiss.

   Angie pushed herself up, and went over to the phone, pulling her skirt
back down as she went.  She picked up the phone and dialed the number from
memory.  After what must have been two rings she got an answer.

   "Hey Kat.  What are you up to? .You didn't get an answer because I
wasn't there. .  You know damn well where I was," Angie said blushing and
turning away from me.  "And you know the answer to that question too . 
Okay, okay, enough already listen, the reason I called was that you said
you were going out tonight .  Where is he taking you .  Do you think he
could handle it if we tagged along .  Yes Daniel and I .  Okay, we'll meet
you there at nine .  Okay see you then .  Ha ha very funny, you know I can
find plenty of places to hide your body where nobody will ever find it . 
Okay see you then."

   "They are going to a club downtown.  Kathy said that they could meet us
there by nine, because they are going out to eat," Angie said.

   "I take it Kathy was trying to get all the gory details," I said, and
she nodded.  "Just what did she say to piss you off?"

   "She said maybe she should go out without any panties, since it had done
so much for me," she said.

   "Maybe she should.  So, we should probably go and get us something to
eat too.  Do you want to eat here or closer to where we're going?" I asked.

   "Let's go there.  They have some great restaurants.  The building that
the club is in is kind of like a mall.  There are three or four
restaurants, a theater, and all kinds of shops," she said.  "It's huge,
five or six stories."

   "Okay, let's go," I said going over to the closet.

   I stripped out of my jeans, shirt.  I got out a pair of slacks and a
shirt.  After grabbing some clean socks, I was done and looking to see what
was taking Angie so long.

   "Oh get away from me.  You guys have it so easy.  All you have to do is
change and go," she said, as she stood in front of the big, lighted mirror
topless, putting on her make up.

   "I don't know what you're talking about, what you're wearing looks great
to me, let's go" I said stepping behind her, and wrapping my arms around
her, and started playing with her new ring.

   "Nice try, but we'd be arrested if I went out like this," she said,
having to stop what she had been doing.

   I reached up and pinched her already hard nipple.  "Where are you
getting this WE shit from, no cop in his, or hers for that matter, right
mind would even look at me with you standing there like this."

   "Ya, well if you want to go, you are going to have to let me finish,"
Angie said, looking at me in the mirror.

   I slid my hand past her new belly ring and right under the waistband of
her skirt.  I reached down, and cupped her bare pussy in my hand.  "We
could stay here instead," I said, as I started rubbing her clit.

   "Mmmm, you were t.uhh, the one who said y.  you w.wanted to take me out
uhh," she said closing her eyes, and leaning back.

   I pulled my hand out of her skirt quickly, and found the zipper in the
back.  I slid it down, and roughly pushed her skirt past her hips.  Angie
put what she had in her hands down on the counter, kicked her skirt from
around her ankles and spread her legs for me.

   With one hand having a firm hold around her belly, I reached back down
to her hot little pussy.  Angie groaned, as I slipped my finger over that
now hard little bud.  I slipped my finger down, to wet it in her cream, and
slid it back up to that hard clit, and started to rub back and forth over
the tip of that hard bud.

   With a gasp Angie's arms came up, and wrapped around my neck, arching
her back, and spreading her legs.  I dipped my fingers back into her
juices, and smeared them up over her hard clit.  I slipped my left hand
down to the front of her swollen mound, and pulled up exposing her hard
clit.  With my wet fingers, I started to twist and pull on that swollen bud
while Angie's body started to shake.

   Angie had, had her mouth open but nothing was coming out.  All of a
sudden she gave a huge groan, her legs clamped on my hand, and the shaking
got worse.  It must have lasted a full minute.  She stood there shaking,
her mouth closed tight, with a continuous mmmm, sound coming from her, as
her thighs flexed around my hand.

   I gave her clit a light pinch, and Angie almost doubled over.  She
grabbed my hands, and pulled them up to her belly.  "Please don't do that,
it feels so good, it's almost painful."

   "You were saying how you didn't want me to let you go too far.  Do you
consider that too far?" I asked, rubbing my wet fingers over her swollen
belly.

   Still bent over, and looking at me in the mirror through her hair, "That
depends on where we are.  Here that was fantastic, in the middle of a
crowded club, I would have to say that's a little too far.  Don't let it
stop you from experimenting though," she said chuckling and leaning back
against me again.

   "Oh, I don't think you have to worry about that," I said stroking her
belly.  "Are you sure you want to go out?  We could order something up
here, and talk about .  world peace, ya that's it, world peace."

   "We already told Kathy we would be there," she said laughing.  "Besides,
since I've been hanging around with you, I haven't really being keeping up
with current events.  I think maybe you're a bad influence on me."

   "God, I hope so," I said kissing her on the side of the neck.  "Okay,
finish up, and we'll go get something to keep your strength up, I have a
feeling you're going to need it," I said, and smacked her ass as I walked
over to get my shoes on.

   I watched as she finished her make-up.  With a quick glance at me, she
wet a washcloth, and tried to wipe away any trace of what I had done to her
in front of the mirror.  All you had to do was look at her; she had that
FFL(fresh fucked look) going full blast.

   She went over to the closet, and pulled out that white dress that I
hadn't seen since the first day we spent together.  She stepped into it,
and shimmied it past her bare, round ass.  I had to admit it sometimes it's
almost as fun watching a woman get dressed, as it is undressing them. 
ALMOST.  She pulled the top up, fitted the wide shoulder straps in place,
and reached back to pull the zipper up.

   With a pointed toe, she pulled her white shoes out, and slipped them on.
Reaching back into the closet, she pulled the matching jacket out, and went
over to the vanity area.  She put her lipstick, a small compact, and some
Kleenex in the pockets.  She went over to her purse, and opening her wallet
pulled out her ID and a cash card.  Putting those into the inside pocket,
she slipped it on, and pulled her hair out, fluffing it.

   Turning she caught me watching her, and smiled.  "What are you starring
at?  I'm ready if you are."

   I walked over to her while she was fussing with her collar.  Slipping my
hands under her hair, I flattened the collar running my fingers from back
to front.  When I got to the front I took hold of her lapels, pulled her in
close, and leaned down to give her a hot opened mouth kiss that almost got
us going again.

   "What brought that on?" she said catching her breath.  "Not that I'm
complaining or anything," she said smiling.

   "It just seemed like the thing to do at the time," I said, as I turned
her by the shoulders to the door.  "Come on we better get going before I
change my mind."

   We made our way out of the hotel, and caught a taxi.  Angie told the
driver where we were going, and off we went.  We had been out around the
hotel, but never with anyone.  I sat there trying to think when the last
time I had been out casually with a woman.  God, it has been years.  Angie
was chatting away, and I hadn't heard a word.

   A pop in my shoulder woke me out of it.  "Hey, you're not listening."

   "You're right I wasn't, sorry, but I am now.  What is Kathy like?" I
asked.

   "Oh she's great.  If there is anybody out there that can even come close
to embarrassing me the way you do, it's her.  She will say anything, in
front of any body.  She's the opposite of me.  She has blond hair, and I
don't let her forget it, and green eyes.  She's about my size, only she has
boobs." The cabby cracked up, and Angie turned red as usual.

   "So have you met the guy she bringing?" I asked, letting her off the
hook.

   "No, she met him last weekend, and they have been talking on the phone
since," she said.

   As she was saying that, the cab pulled up in front of a six-story
building.  It was Friday night, and the place was teaming with people.  I
guess I hadn't noticed how busy it was, on the drive over.  I paid the guy,
and we got out on the sidewalk, and made our way to the entrance.

   We went over to the directory, and Angie picked out a place she said was
a little more on the quiet side.  It was up on the forth floor, so we
started making our way up via the escalators.  Once we made it to the right
floor, we walked to the other side to the restaurant.  After talking with
the hostess, they gave us a beeper, and told us all we had to do was stay
on this floor.

   We started wandering around looking in all the shop windows.  We came
across a small boutique, and Angie wanted to go in for a look around.  She
started leafing through the racks, and I went to have a look for myself.

   In the center of the shop, I found a mannequin dressed in a fantastic
outfit.  Right away I knew Angie would look great in.  It had three parts.
The top was kind of like a halter; only it was a front loader with a solid
back strap and collar.  The skirt went to about mid thigh.  It had a small
split on the left, but otherwise fit snug.  The third part was like a
jacket that went down to the hem of the skirt.  It was made of a soft poly
material that almost shined.

   I got the sales girl's attention, and asked if she could get copy of it
in Angie's size.  She told me she would have it waiting on a rack by the
dressing rooms.  I went over to Angie, and asked for her shoe size.  With a
questioning look she told me, and I went off to find what I was looking
for.

   I went over to the shoe display, and sorted through it.  I finally found
what I had been looking for, a black patent leather pump with a three inch
heel.  Nothing dramatic, but it would definitely make her legs look good.
Finding the correct size, I went over and collected Angie, and took her
back to the changing area.  I picked the dress off the rack, and handed it
and the shoes to her.

   "Try this on, and lets see how it looks on you," I said.

   "What have you got in mind this time?  The only cloths you usually want
me in, are bed sheets.  Are you getting tired of me?" she said smiling.

   "Not hardly, this looks and feels so soft, that I think you would look
good in it.  Plus, with the separate top I'm hoping to show off your new
jewelry," I said, sliding the backs of my fingers over the small bump
pushing against her dress.

   "I might have known you would have ulterior motives.  Oooo, it does feel
soft.  God, I hope it looks longer on me then it does on this hanger," she
said holding it up at arms length.

   I grabbed her shoulders and turned her to the changing room.  "We won't
know until you try it on, now will we.  Come on, before they call us back
to eat."

   "Okay, okay.  Are you coming in to help?" she asked laughing.

   I shoved her through the curtain, and pulled it closed behind her.  "If
I came there to help, we'd probably get arrested."

   "What, you're not willing to go to jail for me?  I think I'm insulted,"
She said giggling.

   "Ya, well you'll be going right along with me.  You don't think I'd let
them take me alone do you?  I'd tell them you held the curtain open to
entice me in, and then you raped me," I said laughing.

   "You creep, you probably would too," she said.

   "You damn well better believe I would.  What, you think I'm going to let
you run around loose, while I'm rotting in jail?  Guess again sweetheart,"
I said.

   "And they say chivalry is dead.  I guess they just haven't heard about
you yet.  Okay ready or not here I come," she said as she threw the curtain
open, and stood there smiling, hands on hips.

   I stood there starring at her thinking we should be on our way to the
hotel right now.  There was just no way I was going to be able to keep my
hands off of her in that.  The top fit like a glove, showing her hard
nipples trying to poke their way out, and you could see skin between the
line of buttons that ran down the middle of her chest.  The skirt sat on
her hips low enough that about two or three inches of her belly showed
between top and bottom, beautifully showcasing the crystal that sparkled at
her bellybutton.

   "You're starting to scare me.  Remember, you said you'd wait until we
got back to the hotel," she said as she held her hands up, and backed back
into the room with me following closely.

   "I lied," I said, advancing slowly.  "Do you really think I'm going to
let you stand there looking like that?"

   With just the barest hint of a smile, Angie put her hands on my chest,
and in a harsh whisper, "You can't, not here." The damn beeper went off. 
"See, we have to get back to the restaurant.  Come on, you promised me a
night out.  I was looking forward to showing you off to Kathy."

   "Okay, okay.  Lay it on a little thicker why don't you?" I took a hanger
off the wall rack, and started putting her white dress and jacket on it. 
"Go ask the sales person if we can leave this here over night, and pick it
up in the morning?  That way we won't have to pack it around all night."

   "So I guess I'm wearing this then?" she asked.

   "Was there ever a doubt?  I told you before we left that I wasn't going
to be able to keep my hands off you for the whole night.  That," I said
pointing to her outfit, "just doubled the difficulty."

   "That's not fair, it wasn't my idea to put this on," she said pouting,
and handing me her white shoes.

   "Oh well.  Who said life was fair?  The way I see it, I promised you I'd
take you out.  I also told you I wasn't going to let anything stop me from
enjoying you either.  Don't worry, I'll wait until they have a couple of
drinks in them before I get too carried away."

   "Please don't get too carried away.  You know I love what you do to me,
but you have to leave me some dignity.  Kathy has never seen me like this,
I want to show myself off, as much as I do, you," she said looking at me
with pleading eyes.  "I can't believe how sexy this dress makes me feel. 
I'd just like to have a good time with you and Kathy for a while, then we
can go back to the hotel where I'll gladly pay off the debt I owe."

   "The interest on that debt is getting pretty high, you might not get out
that easy," I said.

   "Pile it on," she said with a huge grin.

   "Don't think I won't.  Now hurry up before they give away our table," I
said gathering everything together.

   When I got to the counter, Angie was waiting.  She had a small clutch
purse in her hand, which she was going to put the few things from her
jacket in.  The salesperson was kind enough to put all her things in a
garment bag, and store it in their layaway space.  The girl told Angie that
the dress looked great on her, and after the usual blush Angie thanked her.

   We went to the restaurant, where the hostess also told Angie that she
looked great.  Heads all over the room turned and watched Angie and I walk
to our table.  Shaking her hair from her face, she looked over her shoulder
at me, and her face just glowed.  Her enjoyment seemed to radiate from her.

   After we were seated, drinks ordered, and received, we sat waiting for
our order, and talked.

   "I've never felt so, I don't know, I guess noticed.  It felt like
everybody was looking at us as we came in," she said.

   "Not us honey, you.  I told you when I picked out that yellow swimsuit;
I have great taste in clothes.  I can't wait to see you without the
jacket," I said smiling, and wiggling my eyebrows at her.

   "No way.  I know what you're like when you get a look at my butt.  You
are just going to have to wait," she said flushing.  "This dress makes me
feel terrific."

   "That's because you are getting used to looking sexy, and are starting
to enjoy it," I said.

   "I enjoy it because I know what is going to happen after a night of you
trying to keep your hands to your self." Angie leaned forward, and dropped
her head a little.  Looking at me through her lashes she whispered, "You've
turned me into a wanton little slut, and I can't wait to get you in bed."

   "Well, what are we waiting for?  When they come with the food, I'll ask
for the check," I said.

   "No, you promised," she said pouting again.

   "If you don't stop pouting, I'm going to spank you like a little girl,"
I said.

   "Yes daddy," she said smiling.

   Just as she said that, our server arrived with our meal.  We spent the
next hour eating, with me trying to convince Angie to let me take her back
to the hotel, without much success.  We finished our meal, and made our way
to the club, that was down a level.

   As we entered, Angie started to search for Kathy.  She didn't see her,
so we went in search of a table.  As we entered, a group got up and made
their way to the exit.  As they passed, I took Angie's shoulders and
steered her towards the small round table they had just vacated.

   As we were getting situated, I caught the waitress's attention.  She
came over and cleared the table, and took our order.  Angie and I sat
talking, and listening to the easy jazz music being played by a lone young
woman on a piano.

   It couldn't have been five minutes before Angie sat up straight, and
stated waving her arm trying to get someone's attention.  I looked over my
shoulder to see an attractive blond woman dragging a man behind her in our
direction.

   The blond woman, and her companion snaked their way through the tables,
and made it to us without too much trouble.  I saw that Angie had been
pretty accurate in her description.  Kathy appeared to be about the same
size as Angie.  Angie had also been right that the one noticeable
difference was that Kathy not been neglected in the breast department.

   As they neared, Angie stood up and almost ran to hug Kathy.  As they
finished Kathy pushed at Angie's shoulders, holding her at arms length.

   "Jesus, you look fantastic.  Who are you, and what did you do with my
shy friend Angie?" Kathy said, as she looked Angie up and down.  "Oh my
God, when did you do this?" she asked, as she reached down to pluck at the
ring in Angie's bellybutton.

   "I'll tell you about it later, come on," Angie said taking Kathy's hand
and leading them over to the table.

   I stood up as they got to me.  Angie dropped Kathy's hand, and took my
arm pulling me in front of the two newcomers.  "Kathy this is Daniel. 
Daniel this is my best friend Kathy, and." she said with a questioning look
at Kathy.

   "Tim," Kathy blurted out.

   "Dan, pleased to meet you Tim" I said reaching for his hand.

   "Tim, how ya doing Dan?" he said returning the handshake.

   Grabbing my hand from Tim's, "Daniel, I've heard so much about you,"
Kathy said vigorously shaking my hand.  "I take it you're to blame for me
having to compete for attention these days," she said indicating Angie. 
"You know before you came along I didn't have anything to worry about, now
no one will even notice me," she said smiling at a very red Angie.

   "Well, if you want to lay the blame somewhere, I'll be more then happy
to take the credit," I said pulling Angie in front of me, "but I think it's
the woman that makes the clothes."

   "Well, I would have to admit I've never seen her look happier.  But I
had no idea she could look this good," Kathy said.

   I could almost feel Angie blushing.

   "Okay, you two can consider the 'let's see who can embarrass Angie the
most contest' a draw.  Tim, it's very nice meeting you, why are you
punishing yourself by being out with this woman?" Angie said trying to
distract us.

   "She said yes when I asked her," he said with a smile reaching to shake
Angie's hand.

   Turning a mock glare at Kathy, "How unfortunate for you."

   "Be nice," I said giving her a little squeeze.

   "Ya, what he said," Kathy said laughing.

   Kathy grabbed Tim, and I steered Angie to the two chairs on the other
side of the table.  As I sat down I pulled her chair closer to mine, and
she moved it even closer.

   We had been talking for about half an hour, when Kathy asked Angie to go
with her to the restroom.  Something else about women I will never
understand.  Tim and I talked easily, about our work, and what we did
outside of work.

   I saw Tim look up, as I felt Angie's hand slip around the back of my
neck.  She stepped close, and leaned against my shoulder.  Without even
thinking, I slid my hand across the back of her bare thigh, and wrapped my
right hand possessively around the inside of her left thigh, just above her
knee.  I smiled when I felt Angie clamp her legs on my hand.

   Kathy had a smile on her face when I looked at her.  She had been
watching Angie.  "You know Daniel, I think I have to agree with you.  I
always thought one of her best features was her butt."

   "Oh my God, I can't believe you just said that.  You bitch," Angie said,
as Kathy burst out laughing.

   I took a better hold of her thigh, "Hey, hey, no name calling, play
nice," I said, using my thumb to lightly rub the inside of her thigh.  "And
I was thinking that I agreed with what Angie said earlier, about you having
nice boobs," I said trying to turn some of the attention back to Kathy.

   It didn't faze her in the slightest.  "Ooo, good, someone finally
noticed.  See, Angie may be dressed nicer, and sure she has a nice butt,
but," she said throwing her chest forward, "you will notice who has the
bigger boobs."

   "Oh sure, throw that in my face," Angie said pressing herself even
harder against me.

   "Hey, a girl has to use what she's got," she said giving her shoulders a
little shake.

   "So Tim is that how she got you?  Did she walk up and start shaking her
boobs in your face?" I asked, trying to bring him in on the fun.

   "No actually, she was bent over the first time I saw her.  So I would
have to say it was her butt that first got my attention.  That is until she
stood up, then I thought what a pretty pair uh, I mean face she had," he
said, as we all burst out laughing.

   I felt Angie's nails give me a slight dig, as I moved my hand a little
higher.  Next time I talk to those ladies at that salon, I'm going to have
to mention how much I appreciate what they did for her.  But I now had a
good hold of her thigh, at about the hem of her skirt, and I gave it a firm
squeeze.

   Angie tried to act casually, but those nails were beginning to get a
little painful.  I pulled my hand from between her thighs, feeling her
relax almost at once.  It was a little premature on her part, because as I
pulled it out, I slid it up.  I slid my hand under her skirt, to her bare
ass.  Boy, you don't think those nails are that long, until they are buried
in the back of your neck.

   "You know, if you were sitting down, he wouldn't have been able to do
that," Kathy said laughing, and pointing out that we were not alone.

   Angie decided to take her advice, and dropped into her chair, blushing
like crazy, and glaring at me.

   "Hey I warned you," I said try to escape the look.

   "And just what are you warning her about?  He isn't trying to take
advantage of you is he dear?" Kathy asked smiling.

   "Not hardly," I said laughing, "I warned her that I wouldn't be able to
keep my hands off her all night, with her in that outfit."

   "Well dear, if he warned you in advance, I don't see how you can hold it
against him," Kathy said laughing at Angie's blush.

   Holding up her balled right fist, "Oh I'm going to hold it against him
alright.  Right against his chin."

   "Okay you need to cool down, Tim dear, take Angie and bring us back some
finger food.  That aught to keep you out of trouble for now," Kathy said.
"While you're gone, we'll discuss what to do with you."

   "Yes mother.  Jesus, who died and made you queen?" Angie said.

   "Okay, well I guess you've had enough wine.  Be a good girl, and do as
Kathy says.  Go get us something to eat.  While you're gone, Kathy and I
will see if we can't find some place else to go," I said.

   "Fine," Angie said glaring at me, and muttering under her breath about
me calling her a girl.  She got to her feet and took off, with Tim trying
to catch up.

   Kathy moved and took a chair nearer me, so that we could talk without
having to yell at each other.

   "I have been trying for years to bring her out of her shell," Kathy
asked.  "I don't know how you did it, but I don't even recognize her.  Even
her attitude has changed.  She used to act like my mother I guess she
figured that since she was my lead at work that meant she could boss me
around all the time.  Jesus, just now she actually acted like a spoiled
child.  And how did you get her to wear that dress?  I've never seen her
look like that in the whole time I've known her, I didn't know she had
clothes like that."

   "As far as the dress goes, I bought it for her just before we went to
eat tonight.  And as for the attitude, I really can't say.  She has these
little fits every once in a while, where she does act like a child that
needs to have her butt spanked.  Did she tell you about Jon?"

   "Yes, and I can't believe it.  I always thought he was whipped, but to
go out and look for someone to literally whip him, my God I never would
have guessed.  I mean he would do anything Angie told him to, but I never
saw that side of him," Kathy said.  "How is Angie taking it?  Did she know
he was looking for that in a relationship?  She didn't really want to get
too deep into it."

   "I don't know if she told you how we met," I said looking questionably
at her.  With a shake of her head, I knew that Angie hadn't told her about
how I had treated her that first night.

   "Well, I over heard Jon trying to convince Angie that he wanted her to
find someone that could satisfy her.  He said he knew he had not been doing
it.  He had dressed her up sexily, and had taken her out with the specific
purpose of helping her find someone that could satisfy her needs.  They
were sitting in the booth next to me in a restaurant arguing about it, and
I overheard the whole thing.  That's when she finally promised him she
would spend one hour in the hotel bar, and then she never wanted to hear
about it again, but only if he left and let her do it on her own." Kathy
looked so shocked, that it was almost comical.  "To make a long story
short, that night I went into that bar and did everything but actually have
sex with her in that bar booth.  Since then she goes on these little guilt
trips, and her entire attitude changes in a moment.  I have taken a few
different steps to see if I can snap her out of it, but it always comes to
me having to punisher her in some way."

   "What do you mean by punishing her?  You're not into that stuff too are
you?  I don't think I could handle the thought of Angie in pain just to
satisfy someone's idea fun," Kathy said.

   "I have never, and will never hit her," I said looking her square in the
eyes.  "I have made that perfectly clear to her, and she believes me.  Ask
her for yourself.  No, quite frankly I use sex.  She responds like no other
woman I've ever known.  She is constantly shocked, and embarrassed at how
she acts towards me.  She lets herself go completely.  I have truly never
met anyone like her before."

   Kathy's face broke into a huge grin.  "I'm so glad to hear that.  You're
all she talks about.  It's been Daniel this, and Daniel that since the day
she met you.  I was so jealous of her, here I am going out to clubs and
bars to meet people, and she finds you.  How much longer are you staying in
town, and have you thought about what is going to happen when it's time for
you to leave?  I can tell you right now, she is not going to handle your
leaving very well."

   "I know," I said getting serious.  "Yes I have been thinking about it,
but I don't really know how I'm going to handle it yet.  I'm basically
waiting to see how things work out between Jon and her, but please don't
tell her that.  I don't want her making a decision based on me."

   "You don't have to worry about me.  What about the way she is acting
tonight?  I don't think I like this new spoiled attitude she's got going.
How long does it take her to snap out of it?"

   "I don't think you have to worry too much about that.  I'll tell you
what, you and Tim leave after a little bit, and when you come back you will
see the difference I promise," I said.

   "Okay, but what are you going to do?  Why can't we stay?  You aren't
going to hurt her are you?" She asked looking concerned.

   "Far from it.  If you keep your mouth shut I'll tell you," I said
looking at her, and she nodded yes.  "She has been getting easier and
easier to arouse, witch in turn means that she is aroused more often.  I am
willing to bet that when she comes back she will have been thinking about
how she acted before she left, and will try to make it up to me.  I just
may let her, but she is so shy I don't think she would do it in front of
you.  She doesn't want you thinking badly of her.  She actually made me
promise not to get her too worked up, and embarrass her in front of you. 
She is very passionate, and once she gets going if you think you don't
recognize her now, you would not believe how out of control she can get."

   "I have never seen the person you are describing.  She is always so
conservative.  I always pictured her in one of those antique bathing suits,
the ones that had pants that went down to your knees," she said chuckling.

   "If you saw the suit she wears when we use the hot tub at my hotel, it
would probably make even you blush.  The person you see at the office is
the one I have never seen.  She tries so hard to conform to what everyone
expects of her, I think that's why it is so easy for me to make her do the
things I do.  I expect only one thing from her, and she is more then
willing to give it to me.  She goes out of her way to make sure she gets
all the attention she can from me.  The fact that she is acting like a
spoiled child is really only natural.  She is trying to learn how to deal
with this new side of her self.  Sometimes I think she scares herself with
how sexual she has become." I looked up and saw them returning.  "Here they
come.  Is there someplace we can go to dance?  Nothing wild I have a hard
enough time try to keep these big feet off of my date's feet, let alone the
people around me."

   "I know a quiet place with a dark dance floor.  It's just the thing for
the girl you're describing to me," She said with a smile.

   Angie and Tim each came up and put a plate on the table.  One was piled
high with nachos, and the other was full of chips and salsa.

   Angie had come up to the table on my right.  After setting the plate
down she stood up, and leaned against my shoulder again.  As her hand
wrapped around the back of my neck again, mine went back to her thighs.  To
hell with this slow and gradual shit, I thought to my self.  I slid my hand
to the top of her thighs, and took a good hold.

   Angie didn't flinch.  She didn't try to stop my hand, or move away.  The
only sign that my hand was there were her thighs spreading just a little.
The two across the table knew I had my arm around her, but because of the
jacket, they had no idea where my hand was.  As Kathy started to talk to
Angie, I started to slide my fingertips back and forth along her bare,
little slit.

   "Daniel and I thought maybe someplace with a dance floor might be nice.
What do say Angie, are you up for a little dirty dancing?" Kathy asked
smiling at her.

   "Uuhhmm, yes that sssounds like a good idea," Angie said fighting to
keep her voice as steady as possible, and digging her nails into me again

   As my finger made it's way to the front of her slit, her hips gave a
small twitch forward.  I don't think Kathy noticed, but to tell the truth I
really didn't care.  Angie's juices started coating my fingertips right
from the start, now they were starting to coat her thighs as well.

   "You look a little warm, are you alright?" Kathy said looking at Angie,
but with a quick wink at me.

   "I'm fffine," she said in a bit of a hiss, as my finger made a slow
slide up into her.

   The fingernails changed to a firm grip, as she now needed a little help
standing, and she leaned a little heavier against me.  I looked over to see
a huge grin on Kathy's face, and her looking at me.  I gave her a small
knowing smile, and turned my attention back to Angie.

   "Angie dear, are you sure you're alright?  You are starting to look
flushed.

   "Nno.  I'mmm ffine," she stammered.

   I slipped my finger out of her, and slid my hand a bit down her thigh to
take hold of it again.

   "Don't you and Tim, have to take care of your check?" I asked, trying to
get Kathy to go away.

   "No, I paid while I was up there getting the food," Tim said.

   I guess I couldn't blame him, after all he didn't know what Kathy and I
had talked about.  "Thanks," I said with as much enthusiasm as possible,
"that will save us time when we're ready to leave."

   I gave Angie's thigh a final squeeze, and used her leg to guide her into
her chair.  Once in her chair she moved so that her entire thigh, from her
hip to her knee was pressing against me.  She was breathing a little
deeply, and she was a little flushed, but otherwise she looked okay.  That
didn't last too long though.

   As she made to reach for one of the four plates they had brought, my
hand found her bare thigh.  The plate that she had just picked up clattered
as her hand twitched, but she regained control well, and started to add
some of the nachos to the plate.  Her hand faltered again as I slid mine up
to the top of her thighs again, taking her skirt with it.  As the skirt was
moved out of the way, my nostrils flared as her scent reached them.  With
her hands full, and in plain view, there wasn't a lot she could do to slow
me down.

   Turning my palm to her, I slid my hand down between her thighs.  With my
middle finger sliding down the center of her pussy, I scraped it down over
her clit.  I didn't see it, but I heard her plate land heavily on the table
in front of her.

   "Would you fix one for me honey?" I asked sweetly.

   Under her breath, "I'll fix you alright," she said, but she leaned
forward to load a plate for me.

   I decided to give her a break, and pulled my hand from between her
thighs, and tugged her skirt down a little.  We sat talking and eating for
about another half hour, and then left to find the place Kathy had
mentioned.

   Once we got there, it was just as Kathy had described it.  A small out
of the way lounge, that had a mid-sized dance floor.  The place had a very
intimate feel to it.  We found a table that was also dimly lit, and ordered
a round of drinks.  Kathy, Tim, and Angie were all starting to get a buzz
going, so things were getting a little more interesting around our table.

   I looked out at the dance floor, and noticed that there were a lot of
people dancing.  The song that was playing was coming to an end.  I slipped
my hand between Angie's thighs, and pushed my face into the sweet smelling
hair by her ear.

   "Come dance with me, I need to feel you against me," I whispered.

   "I don't know about you two, but I'm taking my man to the dance floor,"
Angie said.

   "That sounds nice.  Sir could I interest you in a dance?" Kathy said to
Tim.

   "Oh ya, like I'm going to turn down a dance with a beautiful blond," Tim
said getting to his feet.

   I reluctantly pulled my hand from between Angie's thighs, and took her
hand to help her to her feet.  Pulling her in front of me I prodded her
through the crowd to the far side of the dance floor.  As the music started
up, I slipped my hands under her jacket to the small of her back, and
pulled her against me.  Her arms went up around my neck, and she molded
herself against me.

   Angie turned her face up, and pressed a kiss to the underside of my jaw.
"Thank you for taking me out tonight.  I know you would have rather stayed
in the room, but I'm having a great time."

   "It has been my pleasure.  If we hadn't gone out, I wouldn't have found
this dress, and that would have been criminal.  You look fantastic.  I have
been having a hell of a time keeping my hands off of you," I said.

   Angie leaned her head back to look at me smiling.  "Well you haven't
kept them all to yourself, but I do appreciate your efforts.  I know it
hasn't been easy on you," she said grinding against me, "but I promise to
make it up to you."

   "Oh, I don't think you're going to have to worry about that," I said, as
I reached down with both hands and took hold of her skirt.  With a slight
gasp from Angie, I pulled the hem of her skirt up to her waist.  "There
now, that's much better," I said as I filled my hands with the smooth bare
cheeks of her ass.  "Did I mention what great taste I have in clothing?"

   "I can't believe you just did that.  Someone is going to see," she said.

   "Well if they are going to see something, let's give them a good show,"
I said.

   We had just about quit moving around, and were just swaying against each
other to the beat of the music.  To avoid the traffic of the dance floor, I
moved us out to the outer edge of the floor, closer to the wall.  I was
just about to move in for the kill when someone ran into my back.

   "Excuse us," Kathy said with a huge smile.

   Angie made some kind of a squeaking noise, and molded herself to me.  I
just turned and gave Kathy a scowl, "You my friend are starting to get on
my nerves."

   "Oooo, interrupting something, or is he always so testy?" Kathy asked
leaning toward Angie.

   "Sometimes you can be such a pain in the ass," Angie said.  "Of course
you're interrupting, it's what you do best.  What there wasn't enough room
out there?"

   "You know anyone listening, would think you two weren't glad to see us,"
Kathy said.

   I made to turn towards them, and Angie just about tore the sleeves from
the shoulders of my shirt.  "We were just going to go back to the table,
I'm sure we will see you there," Angie said.

   "That's not what it looked like you were doing," Kathy said with a
smile.

   "Tim I really can't understand what you see in this woman," Angie said
pushing me towards the table.

   "Why do I have to sit down?  It was Kathy's fault not mine," I said.

   "Because I know both of you.  You won't be able to keep your hands to
yourself, and Kathy will not leave us alone.  She will let you get me
started, and then she will be pushing her way in.  Now you just stand there
for a second, and I'll be able to sit down again," she said, getting a hold
of her skirt, and pushing it back down.

   "This sucks.  I think it's time we headed back to the hotel.  The next
time I take you out, we are going by ourselves," I said as I sat down.

   Angie turned sideways, and sat in my lap with her arms around my neck.
"So there will be a next time?"

   I wrapped one arm around her hips, and dropped the other to her thighs.
"Of course there will be a next time.  What, you don't think I like showing
you off?  Now that you are enjoying yourself a little more openly, I would
love to get out more.  It's just your choice of company that is getting in
the way."

   "I know, and I'm sorry, but I'm really glad you want to take me out
again," she said giving me a quick kiss.

   I slipped my hand up under the hem of her skirt, and held the inside of
her thigh in the palm of my hand.  "Why do you think I wouldn't want to
take you out?  I mean, of course I enjoy having you all to myself, but I
don't intend to keep you locked away like a sex slave.  Although that does
sound appealing."

   "It sounds more then appealing, but I would love to get out a little
more.  This is the first time I've been out dancing in years.  J.  nobody
ever wanted to take me dancing," she said blushing a little.

   "You can speak his name.  It's not like we need to avoid it you know. 
Honest, I know you're married," I said smiling.

   "I know you know, it's just kind of hard to talk about him just now. 
I'm having a hard time getting my head around this change of life styles,"
she said downing the rest of her glass of wine.  "I've lived with him for
years, and I still can't believe it.  Do you think he really enjoys having
her beat him?"

   "Angie you're going to have to ask him, I don't know.  All I know is I
want to be buried inside you right now, so we need to get out of here," I
said slipping a finger into her.

   Her eyes got big as saucers, and her thighs opened just a bit.  She was
just as ready as I was, she just didn't want to show it in front of Kathy.
Angie bit her lower lip, and her eyes drooped a little as I slid my finger
in and out of her.  And then, as was getting to be her habit, guess who
decides to put in an appearance.

   "Hey, you two break it up, we brought treats," she said, as they put
four shot glasses on the table.

   Angie's thighs clamped down on my hand, and I had to stop moving.  But
I'll be damned if I was going to take it out of her, it had taken me this
long to get it in her.  After she saw that I wasn't going to push it, her
legs relaxed a little.  You know we may not have been together long, but
you'd think she would have caught on by now.  When her legs relaxed, I used
the room to add a second finger.  Which caused another quick clampdown on
my hand, and a dig with the nails.

   I figure if she can up the punishment, then I can up the pleasure. 
While my fingers were being cooked inside her, I squeezed with the pad of
my thumb, and her whole body shuttered.  Her hand grabbed my neck, and she
turned her face to me eyes wide.  I felt her hot pussy clamping down on my
fingers, and her juices coating my fingers again.

   I nuzzled my face in the hair by her ear, "You little slut, I can't
believe you just came on my fingers with them right there," I whispered.

   "Oh God, please you have to stop.  I'm going to get out of control, if
you don't stop now," she whispered back at me.

   "Hey what's going on, you do remember we're here, right?" Kathy said.

   I shook Angie's hair from my face.  "You make it kind of hard to forget
Kathy," I said as I pulled my fingers out of her, and wiped them on her
thigh.

   "I try.  Look, we brought shooters.  We are toasting our first time out
together.  Angie what are you doing, turn around," Kathy said.

   Angie took a deep breath, and turned to the table keeping her head down.
"You have been out with us all night, I would have thought you might have
noticed that Daniel doesn't drink," she said trying to keep ant attention
from herself.

   "Oh, well, I guess you will have to drink it for him," Kathy said. 
"Jesus, you really don't drink?  What have you been doing all night?"

   "Drinking soda, and trying to spend time with my woman.  Been having
some problems with that second part.  Seems every time I want some
attention, someone keeps butting in."

   "Well if you had wanted to be alone, you should have stayed home," she
said pouting.

   "I didn't say I wanted to be alone, maybe just not so together," I said
smiling sweetly.

   "Jesus, if that isn't a polite way to ask someone to back the hell off,"
Kathy said.  "I can be a pain sometimes, sorry.  I keep forgetting that
this your first time out together too." She got a kind of devilish look to
her.  "And from what I've heard, you are behaving yourself very well. 
Maybe not as well as I thought," she said looking at Angie's face.

   Angie used that as a cue for her to get in her own chair.  And as usual
she was red as a beet.  Kathy spread the shots out in front of each of
them, putting two in front of Angie.

   "To our first time out together, may there be many more," Kathy said.

   We all clinked glasses, and they all gulped down their shots.

   "Oh that's disgusting, what was it?  Angie said with a sour look on her
face.

   "It's Tequila, and it is not disgusting.  The second one will taste
better, come on bottoms up," she said smiling at me.  "I'm trying to make
it easier on Daniel.  I don't want him to have to work too hard to catch
you."

   "Ya, he really needs your help," Angie said downing her second shot.

   "You don't need help to catch her?  Is she that easy?" Kathy said
laughing.

   "No she's not that easy, but I have a small room.  I can usually wear
her out in a couple of laps," I said laughing with her.

   "You two do know I'm sitting here, right?" Angie said glaring at us.

   I slipped my hand under her skirt again.  "I know right where you're
at."

   "Well Kathy, Tim, it's been a great evening, but we're going to go
somewhere to be alone.  That way I only have to deal with one of you at a
time," Angie said.

   "Oh come on, we were just having a little fun.  What's the matter, you
can't take a joke?" Kathy said.

   "That's not why we're leaving, and yes I can take a joke.  We just want
to go, okay?" Angie said.

   "Okay, okay I get the message.  You're okay right, not too pissed at
me?" Kathy said.

   Angie got to her feet a little unsteadily, and went around the table. 
Kathy got, up and they hugged.  "No I'm not pissed.  You don't think I know
what you're like after all these years?  Its just time for us to go, I'm
starting to feel the booze.  I don't want Daniel to have to carry me in."

   Kathy looked at me over Angie's shoulder.  "I don't know, I bet he would
probably enjoy it."

   I wiggled my eyebrows at her, "As long as there weren't too many people
around.  I'd hate to get us arrested."

   I stood up, and reached across the table, "Tim, it's been a pleasure
meeting you, maybe we can get together again sometime."

   "Dan, pleasure meeting you too.  We might just do that," Tim said
shaking my hand.

   Angie let go of Kathy, and went over to give Tim a hug.  Kathy stepped
up to me with her arms out.  I bent down and put my arms around her waist,
while hers went around my neck.  "You be good to her, she deserves the
best," she whispered.

   "I know she does.  I plan on seeing that she gets it," I said pulling
back, and smiling down at her.

   "I bet you do.  Oh I probably shouldn't mention bets around you," she
said loud enough for Angie to hear, "I know you take them seriously."

   Angie pushed her way between us, and pushed her ass into me.  She
grabbed my hand and pressed it to her bare belly.  "Yes he does take them
seriously, that's what bets are for."

   "Well I'm not going to argue with that.  I hope you two didn't get too
bored being out with us.  We'll do it again some time," Kathy said.

   "We had a great time.  You two take care, and we'll see you later," I
said pushing Angie in front of me towards the exit.

   We made our way out of the bar, but it was becoming harder to keep Angie
walking in the right direction.  By the time we got off the third escalator
she was leaning pretty heavily on me.  We went out to the curb to flag down
a cab, and I had to hold her against me to keep her from falling off her
heels.

   "You should probably not have had those two shoots, I think they might
have done you in," I said.

   "You could be right, unless you can see the rotation of the earth too,"
Angie said.

   A cab pulled up in front of us, "Nope, I think only you and those in
your condition are lucky enough to get that view," I said opening the door
and pouring her in.

   I thought maybe I would have to try this again, because as I helped her
sit, her skirt wound up almost up to her hips.  She did pull it down as she
scooted over to make room for me.  I slid in, and told the driver where to
take us.

   The cab pulled away from the curb.  Angie, moving pretty quick for
someone in her state, climbed up, and straddled me.  This time her skirt
did end up at her hips, but with the jacket I was the only one that could
tell.

   "Sank you, for taking me out," she slurred.  "I had so much fun."

   "I had fun too," I said as I slid my hands up the tops of her thighs,
and around to cup her ass.

   "Mmmm, I know you did.  I can't believe you did that to me right in
front of them," she said leaning forward to nuzzle her face against me.

   "You should consider yourself lucky that's as far as it went, this dress
was driving me crazy," I said bringing my hands around to her front.

   After I played for a second with her belly ring, I popped the bottom
button open.  When she either didn't notice, or just didn't say anything I
started my way to the top.

   As I hit the halfway point, "What are you doing?  We can't do this in a
cab, you'll get us arrested," she said, but made no move to stop me.

   "It's okay, I've just been wanting to get my hands on these little
tits," I said popping the last button, and reaching for both her nipples.

   "Ahhhhh, oh that feel sssssooooo good," she whispered arching her back.

   I twisted, and pulled her nipples all the way back to the hotel. 
Angie's head came back up slowly, a she felt me let go of her tits, "Mmmm,
don't stop," she whispered.

   I buttoned one of her little buttons just below her tits, "This is just
a pause until I can get you in bed."

   I paid the driver, and practically had to carry her in.  Once through
the entrance, I gave up the fight, and just picked her up, and carried her
to the elevator.  I managed to push the button, and get us on while seeing
all the staff starring at us.  Getting off at our floor, I made it to, and
into the room.  I walked over and laid Angie down on the bed.

   I went over to the closet, and got out of my clothes, then went back to
have the fun of stripping an unconscious woman.  I unwrapped my beautiful
package with care.  When I was done, I went over and hung up the dress, and
dropped the shoes in the closet.

   Going back to the bed, I rolled her out of the way to pull back the
covers.  With that done I slid her under the covers and settled down on my
back next to her, and I pulled her close.

   Still out of it, Angie snuggled in close, and proceeded to wrap herself
around me.  After she finally got settled in, she had her face pressed the
side of my neck.  I turned my head, and pressed a kiss to her forehead,
"Good night beautiful."

   "Mmmm, g'night," she whispered.  "I love you."

   Those words were enough to ensure I wasn't going to get any sleep.

   THE END CHAPTER EIGHT

   Thanks for all the encouragement, and if I ever think of adding
characters to a story again, somebody please shoot me