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Part One if you would like.
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“How did the video turn out?” I asked after she left to clean up in the women’s lounge.
Rex smiled as he leaned against the heavy oak beam that defined the entrance to my private dining area.
“It was perfect,” he smirked, “as usual.”
I handed him a small envelope with $500 and he gave me a small credit card with embedded data that would unlock the video on his secure server.
“How did she look?”
“She’s beautiful, I love her hair and,” he paused, “the look on her face was sublime Andrew, I think she’s in love with you.”
“Bullshit.” I scoffed and turned away.
“No, I’m serious, “ he stepped inside the vestibule and sat down, “You couldn’t see it, but as she laid back and pressed your hand in between her legs, I saw it.”
I knew just the moment he was talking about but I held my peace, he continued, “she looked up at you and got this faint smile, this grin, it wasn’t like any of the others Andy.” He sighed, “You may have trouble with this one.”
Rex slipped away from the table and used the credit card portfolio to salute her as she returned down the hallway to the table. He controlled his facial expression and his erection as he replayed the evening in his head. She was clean-shaven and as smooth as could be. That much he could tell from the tapes, but what made him grin as he walked back to his station in the main dining hall, was the copious shine on her thighs as she gave in to the experience. That kind of trust is a killer, he thought, Andrew had better be careful.
At the end of the shift he stepped through the door behind the door that led to his private office. He sat and edited for a while, tightening up some of the shots, adjusting the color to accentuate her eyes, her radiant hair, bringing out some sounds, suppressing others. He made her look wonderful, but that wasn’t very difficult. Her orgasm was real, her trust complete, which made the eventual betrayal even more insidious.
The final frames of the encounter had finally loaded up to the server and he applied the security, entered the passwords, the coded number from the credit card, and finalized the load. He sat back and sipped on his drink He enjoyed his work, and went home.
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She sat back down next to me and I looked at her in a different light. Trust? Love? Neither one of them were on the agenda. This was a lark, a game for both of us, for her it was an escape from her husband and boyfriend, it was his weekend away with no rules, a last ditch effort to find happiness in an “open” arrangement which both he and his wife hated.
“Well fuck.” was the only conclusion he could come to.
“Are you in there?” she asked again, and he realized she had been talking for a few seconds, trying to pull him out of his reverie.
He blinked, shook his head, and smiled. Leaning in he kissed her and whispered, “I’m right here.”
He nudged her and she slipped off the bench and took his hand as he stood up next to her. He looked in to her eyes and wondered what it was that Rex saw.
The car was waiting for them as they left the restaurant.
“Why?” she asked as he walked her across the marbled steps and out to the waiting town car.
“I thought we were just going upstairs?” she giggled a little bit, confused. “Weren’t you happy with me back there?” her tone was somber and her voice cracked a bit with tears . “I know you have a plan, “she caught her voice before it cracked entirely, “but I thought it included me for a little bit longer.” He kissed her on the forehead and told her that she did just fine.
The chauffeur was tall and crisp as he opened the door and let them in. She slid across the seat and looked out the far window at the lights of the beautiful hotels. Row after row of gold trim and crystal windows and sharp dressed lovers on parade was just outside her window. “I love this city,” she said with a sigh and reached out to take his hand but found only empty space. She whipped her head around to discover that she was alone in the big back seat. Her tears were just as sincere as her climax as the car pulled away in to the night.
“Where are you taking me?” she asked, pressing the button with the “Talk” icon on the armrest.
“I don’t exactly know, Miss,” the driver responded, “I was told to tell you to look in the gray pouch for a note.”
“Why didn’t you tell me earlier?” she could feel the tears coming back.
“I’m just following instructions Miss.”
As he stopped talking, a privacy shield lifted up and cut off all contact with the front of the car. She wiped away the tears and reached in to the gray pouch. There was a note and a small box. Her name was on the outside of the card, in his writing, well, she thought, I think that’s his writing, she had only read his words via e-mail and text and heard his voice. How old fashioned it felt, or romantic, she thought, to have something in his own hand. A consolation prize, perhaps?
“I’m not done with you yet,” the note read, “I just need a few minutes alone to stay on plan.” She laughed as one who had been fooled once to many times. “Open the box and follow the instructions.”
“That’s it?” She pulled at the silver ribbon that held the lid on to the beautiful box. It felt smooth between her fingers and she rubbed it against the skin of her cheek as it came undone. She giggled again, and then frowned, and fought back more tears. Inside the box was a simple bullet, expensive, from the
Lelo line, but still, just a toy.
“Cum for me.” In his hand, was the only command.
“What. The. Fuck.?”. She threw the expensive device across the back seat and heard it crack against the tinted window.
“Oh shit!” she said, sliding across the fine leather seat to check the device for damage. A hairline fracture marred the purple satin finish and she regretted her impulsive reaction. She pressed the switch to see if it was damaged and breathed a sigh of relief when the soft steady hum radiated through the palm of her hand. She held herself still and thought. Leaning back against the seat, feeling the steady hum of the road beneath her, she rolled the toy in between her soft hands. It was strong and steady and she grinned a little at the audacity of her dinner companion. She new him on-line only until tonight but he had never been so bold.
He was always asking what she wanted. “Do you want to play?” was his opening line when the conversation shifted subtly. If she said “No”, they continued to talk and laugh as friends do. If she smiled and nodded her head, he took control gently and seduced her with words and images and, barring interruptions, brought her to wonderful orgasms, multiples when time allowed. Firmly guiding her past her inhibitions until she lay panting on her bathroom floor or sitting in a puddle on her bed sheets. “Why should tonight be any different?”
She moved the buzz over her breasts and felt her skin come alive under the fabric of her dress. Her nipple hardened as they always did with him and she shifted her weight lower in the seat. With the privacy screen up and the darkness making her pensive, she pulled the hem of her sundress up and gingerly touched the still tender lips. The gift fit perfectly and she gasped deeply as her ass lifted from the seat. Her eyes closed and she gave in to his words, “Cum for me.” His voice was all she could think of. The physical sensations were almost secondary to the mental image of him on her computer screen, giving her instructions, guiding her, softly controlling her into voluntary compliance It was always a surreal abdication of self. She, the strong, confident career woman who refused to give up her maiden name or her feminist credentials, gave in totally to the words of a stranger.
She felt the car shift and sway as her muscles ached for release. She felt wet again, slipping on the leather seat until she lifted her foot up and pressed against the wall that separated her from the driver, just inches away. His instructions, in precise masculine handwriting, were on the card by her side. She read it again and again, hearing his voice in her head, staring at the bold strokes of his pen, wondering what lay in store. She pressed the humming toy deeper and gave in to his words, feeling the explosion deep within, her abs tightening, her buttocks clenching, the muscles of her shoulders forcing her body to arch, grip, and release.
She didn’t know how long it was until she caught her breath and came to her senses. The car was stopped and the privacy shield was down. She blushed and quickly pulled the hem of her dress down over her knees, panicking at being so exposed and yet unaware of her surroundings. She slid back up into a seated position and looked out the window. She was in a private garage, alone, She opened the door and stepped out. The garage was clean and orderly, but was obviously a working space. Tools lay out on the work bench and motor oil and other automotive debris lay about. She saw a door and opened it and found herself in an elevator bay. She pressed the up button and the elevator to her left chimed. She stepped in, unsure of what to do, but confident that it was all a part of his plan.
There was only one button inside. A wide translucent par with the words, “Penthouse East.”
She pressed it, and wondered where the plan would take her next.
