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HOTSPRINGS
By Delta
Chapter 1
Jake Saunders glanced again into the rear-view mirror at
the red Mercedes following them, smiled to himself, then glanced
again at his wife, Jennie, beside him. His inner smile faded.
Why was it so hard to explain things to women?
"You know that I have to go in to the Capital, babe. You
know it may be for as long as three weeks." Jake Saunders
could be patient when he wished and, when it was his wife who
was concerned, he so wished. Big Jake, as he was known about
the area, stood six feet tall in his socks, a muscular man of
some two hundred pounds who backed down before no man or
beast, wondered why Jennie couldn't see things logically - like
a man. He ran his fingers through his wavy brown hair,
contemplating how he was going to get through to her without
upsetting her.
"And if we get the backing we need for the development,
I'll be away more often than not for the next few months. You
can't look after everything by yourself." His expression
softened, "You know that, babe." He looked at her, almost
willing her to understand, then returned his eyes to the road.
The development. Big Jake had purchased the land which
now comprised Hotsprings Campsite some years ago. He had had
a dream. A fool's dream, he had been told, but no one was
telling him that now. With water from the hotspring piped
into the large pool, his parcel of land now attracted many
tourists and campers. Easy access to the neighboring National
park, showers, a laundry, a place to eat, and the hiking trails
simply made Hotsprings Campsite more attractive and more
lucrative. It was a money maker and Big Jake loved it. He
loved it for making him money, but more for being the fruit
of his labors, his dream fulfilled. Now he had a new, enlarged 38 3
dream.
"We just can't do it on our own, Jennie." His soft
brown eyes asked that she understand. "If we want to make
this dream a reality we will need investors. In the end it
will make a lot of money for us all."
Jennie simply looked stolidly out the window. His dream
to expand was not hers. Didn't he realize that they would
lose the control, the freedom which they so enjoyed? She
wished she could change his mind but, when Big Jake made up
his mind about something, it was unlikely that she would be
successful. She could handle that. She always had and she
would again.
What disturbed her was his insistence in doing it all
himself. Hell, what it boiled down to was that he didn't
think she had any business sense. It was one of his blind
areas. She was the little woman, the wife. The wife, not
the partner.
If she hadn't loved the big lug so much, hadn't so
desperately tried to keep from hurting him, things might be
different, better now. She had, however, supported him
unobtrusively, seeding him with ideas which he took to be
his own. Once implemented there was no way he would ever
believe they had originally come from her.
Like the lunch counter. Big Jake had originally laughed
when she first idly brought up the idea that campers tired of
their own cooking, that visitors to the area, to the National
park, and even travelers on the highway would enjoy a place
to stop and get a meal. He scoffed at the profitability of
such a venture. She had simply gone with him on his rounds
and brought up cooking with various of their guests. After
enough of the campers had suggested that they open a restaurant,
Big Jake began to consider the idea. One day he had announced
that he had an idea: a lunch counter. She had supported 'his'
idea fully, had been proud that he had thought of it.
The lunch counter was profitable. Not exceptionally so,
yet it did bring in a small profit. It also brought in more
customers who wouldn't have stopped otherwise.
Jennie wondered, again, how wise she had been in
subordinating herself to Big Jake in the way she had. Her
education surpassed his, her mind was lively and fertile.
Of course it wasn't as though Big Jake were stupid. No
indeed. She would never have married him, were that the case.
Big Jake knew good ideas when he saw them, knew how to profit
from them, how to put them into practice. He was a good man.
It was just that irritating blind spot where her ideas were
concerned.
That wasn't what was annoying her now, however. She saw
him look once more into the rearview mirror. Yes, there it was.
That was the bugbear. The new help. Yes, with him gone she
would need help, no doubt about it. Unfortunately, she wasn't
sure whether the help she was getting would be more a strain
than not getting the help at all. Did he really think she
couldn't see through to what he would expect - well maybe not
expect, but desire - from the 'help'?
"Why her?" These were the first words she'd spoken since 3o 3
they'd set out from town an hour ago.
Big Jake smiled to himself. So that was it. He should
have guessed. It wasn't his absence which bothered her so much.
Women were so predictable - in an unpredictable way, he amended.
Now that she was talking he would be able to smooth things over.
It would just take a little patience.
"Why not her? She's bright and intelligent. She knows her
stuff, she's not asking for an outrageous wage, and she's . . ."
"Built like there's no tomorrow." Jennie finished for him.
"Come on Jennie," he allowed a little exasperation to creep
into his voice, "you can't hold that against her. So she's got
nice tits. I didn't hire her for what's in her bra, I hired her
for what's in her head."
Yeah, right, Jennie thought. And that's why every woman
you hire just seems to have that common feature. She returned
her attention to Big Jake as he continued.
"I admit that I like to look. You know that." Indeed she
did. "There's no crime in looking, and hell, I'd never do
anything - you know that."
Did she? She had often wondered. As long as he was in
sight she could trust him - no doubt about it. However, she
wasn't so sure about it when he was on one of his trips. That
doubt had led her to considering measures which she would never
before have considered. He was still talking; she brought her
mind back to the present moment.
"And I never will. Besides, why would I? Hell, babe,
you're about the best looking woman I've ever seen, I'd be
crazy to give up all I've got for some stupid fling with a
filly. There's nothing any one of those I've looked at have
had that you don't have better." A little flattery went a
long way, especially if it was damn near the truth.
Jennie smiled and gave a little nod. It was true. She'd
been gifted with a body men would die for. Sensuously rounded
hips smoothing into a trim waist - not narrow, but trim - topped
shapely legs and a very memorable derriere and led to her
glorious breasts, large and upturned with those beautiful
nipples, long and hard when aroused. Her graceful neck led up
to a face that was beautiful; she wasn't being vain, she simply
recognized herself for what she was. Her gray eyes and long
black hair, parted in the middle, topped a truly splendid
package. Yes, Big Jake could have done a lot worse than her.
She knew it and he knew it and that knowledge more than anything
else, she figured, kept him in line.
Still, it was annoying that he kept hiring big breasted
women, as if hers weren't enough to attract all his attention,
all the time. She realized she wasn't being fair - everyone
likes a bit of variety - but he was so blatantly open about it.
She really didn't mind him looking, but did he have to look
so openly? It annoyed her especially when he did double-takes
when he was walking with her on his arm. That was insulting.
Jake was talking again and Jennie returned from her reverie
to catch the last of his words.
". . . and just thinking of your body, babe, has me all hot.
You know how you do it to me. We're almost back and, when we get
there, it's straight up to our room. Okay, babe?" 3¦ 3
She could have done a lot worse than Jake, too, she
realized. He had talent - which, along with the equipment he
possessed, didn't hurt at all, at all. The things he could do
to her, the places he could take her, made the fact that he
wouldn't do certain things she craved bearable. She began to
feel the heat, and it wasn't from the sun, either.
"Okay, Jake." She smiled as she saw the grin light up his
face. At least it wasn't hard to keep her man happy. And with
him happy, she usually received the benefit of it, too.
Jennie began to hum as the pick-up drew ever closer to the
Hot-Springs. Jake listened to her hum and knew that once again
he'd smoothed things over. He smiled at that and at the thought
of what was to come. His eyes flicked up to the rear-view
mirror, catching sight of the red Mercedes traveling behind
them, and his smile widened - just a bit.
The sign read "HOTSPRINGS CAMPSITE" and listed the
amenities. Big Jake turned the pick-up down the tree-lined
road and up the 200 yards to the Campsite Complex.
The Complex was a two story L shaped building. On the
lower floor one wing of the complex contained the lunch counter,
the other wing held, proceeding from the end to the middle, the
laundry, the change rooms, the showers and a store room. The
central portion contained the office, while the upper floor
consisted of rooms for the staff: six small bedrooms, a communal
kitchen and living room. As well as the staff rooms there was
the owner's apartment, where Jake and Jennie lived.
Situated in the open side of the L was the pool, filled
with water piped in from the mineral hot springs. Campsites
for both tents and RV's were situated throughout the treed
grounds.
Jake pulled up next to the complex and the red Mercedes 300
pulled up next to them. Jake looked down and admired the woman
as she exited the sports car.
Kathryn O'Grady was a few inches shorter than his Jennie,
and slimmer also. That made her breasts, though smaller than
Jennie's appear quite large. The small waist flared out into
nicely rounded hips and buttocks. Kathy, as she'd asked them
to call her, turned towards him as he exited the pick-up and he
noted, again, that fiery red hair, curling down from under her
straw hat. Her green eyes locked on his and he was struck by
how self assured she was. Her mouth curved up into a smile.
"So this is Hotsprings Campsite. It looks lovely. You
must love it here," she spoke to Jennie who had come around
the back of the pick-up to stand by her husband.
"Sometimes more than others," Jennie replied, cold and
unsmiling. Kathy let it pass as if she didn't notice the lack
of warmth in Jennie's voice.
"Let me show you to your room," Jake was a little
uncomfortable and wanted to get things moving. After all, he
was looking forward to what he had promised Jennie and didn't
want her to get out of sorts. "You can relax and after supper
we'll get everything settled. How's that sound?"
"Just fine, Mr. Saunders." Kathy opened the trunk of her
car and pulled out a suitcase. 3έ 3
"I'll take that," Jake offered.
"I can manage," Kathy replied.
Jake shrugged and opened the truck's rear gate. He picked
up a box of their personal supplies and Jennie picked up the
other. He'd get one of the employees to unload the rest, which
were for the Campsite. Together the three went in the door,
up the stairs, and to the living quarters.
"This is our apartment," Jake explained as they reached
the top of the stairs and nodded to the door on the right. He
unlocked it and set the box inside. Jennie followed suit.
They then turned left and walked down the hall to the next door.
Jake opened it and stepped aside to allow Kathy in.
"This room will be yours." He followed her in and opened
the balcony door to allow some fresh air into the room. "There
is a small washroom there," he pointed to a door. "Set down
your suitcase and I'll show you the rest of the amenities."
They walked further down the hall to a room with a
bookcase, several soft chairs and sofa. An open doorway led
into the communal kitchen/dining room. A young man in his
middle to late twenties hunched over the table reading a book.
An empty plate sat in front of him.
"This is Fred - the second cook. He's spending the summer
with us, maybe longer. Fred, this is Kathy. She'll be keeping
the books, and helping out in general."
Fred had been shading his eyes with his hand, elbow on the
table, as he read. He looked up to see the wild unruly red hair
framing the face on his vision of a goddess and his jaw dropped
open. Kathy favored him with amused smile and held out her hand.
"Hi, I'm Kathy. Pleased to meet you Fred." She looked him
up and down as he jumped to his feet and took her hand. Fred
had the feeling she was appraising him and he flushed, feeling
vaguely uncomfortable.
"Fred," he blurted out. "Great to have you here."
"Fred, pack in the rest of the supplies then show Kathy
around, okay? Jennie and I are rather tired and we're going
to take a short nap before supper."
"Sure thing, Big Jake." Fred was all smiles. "Have a
nice trip, Jennie?"
Fred was Jennie's favorite of all the employees. He was
nice, polite, and very sharp. She had wondered what an
intelligent young man like him was doing playing at being a
short-order cook, but he'd never said and she allowed him his
privacy. It had been their luck to get him when they did and
she had no intention of doing anything to lose him. Sure,
she'd made a few conversational openings which would have let
him come forth if he'd desired. He hadn't, so she didn't push.
Jennie watched, amused, as Fred pushed an errant black
lock off his forehead and ran his fingers through his hair.
His brown eyes were fixed on the new employee. Maybe that was
good. If Fred got something going with her then Jake would be
left out in the cold. She turned and allowed Jake to lead her
back to their rooms. As she closed the door behind her she
heard Fred telling Kathy what a great place it was and how much
she'd like it.
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The door had hardly closed when Jennie felt Jake's hands
roaming over her body. She pushed back into him, feeling his
hardness, as he reached under her arms and cupped her breasts.
She raised her hands, clasped, towards the ceiling, feeling
shivers run through her. Then his fingers were undoing the
buttons on her blouse as she stretched to free all the little
tensions. Her hands came down and she reached behind her to
grapple with his belt while he undid the catch at the front of
her bra and allowed her breasts to spill free.
Jennie moaned as his fingers paid close attention to her
nipples, caressing and cajoling them into a hardness that
matched that which she felt pressing against the top of her
buttocks and her lower back. Her eyes were closed as she felt
him release her to pull the bra and blouse from her shoulders
and down her arms to fall, unheeded, upon the floor. Then he
was back pushing against her, pressing her into the door, one
of his legs between hers, forcing her legs to part. He held
her there like that for several seconds and then, when his arms
came back to pull her into him once more, it was flesh against
flesh. He had removed his shirt.
She felt herself being turned around and his hands came
under her arms. She gave a small jump off the floor as he
lifted and her legs came up and around his waist. His arms
locked around her back, holding her there, secure, as his mouth
found her breast. He began to suck on her nipple, his tongue
teasing it, flicking back and forth.
"Oh, yes, darling," she murmured in his ear as she tried
to force more of her breast into his mouth. They were moving
now, as he made his way to the bedroom. How he could tell
where they were going, what with his mouth fastened to her
breast, she would never know. She ducked her head to avoid
being bonked as they made their way through the bedroom door.
His mouth had found her other nipple and electric currents
were running through her body, focused mainly on that direct
path between her nipples and her clit. It felt oh, so good.
She could feel herself beginning to lubricate. Her arms held
his head to her breasts, enjoying the feel of his tongue
flicking and, occasionally, his teeth gently nipping.
He released her breast and she allowed herself to drop
until her mouth was opposite his. He kissed her full on the
lips, taking pleasure in the rubbing of her hard nipples
against his chest. His tongue began to probe against her lips,
her teeth, until she opened her mouth to allow him in. Their
tongues battled furiously and their breathing quickened.
Suddenly he released her and she fell back onto the bed.
Her eyes opened. "Brat!"
He was already peeling her jeans off of her. They were
deposited on the floor. He reached for the panties then
stopped.
"I can see you're hot, babe," he murmured appreciatively
at the sight of the wet spot between her legs. "Let's just
get those off of you. I know something that we can use to
plug up that leak!" He patted his bulge.
She was naked and squirmed around on the bed for his
benefit, clasping her hands together in front of her and
squeezing with her arms to push her breasts up. She smiled
at the intense concentration he lavished on her breasts. She
knew what he liked!
"Come on, babe," he said finally, "help me get out of
these boots."
Why men had to wear those damned cowboy boots, when they
weren't going anywhere near a saddle, she'd never know. Still,
he did look good in them. She got up as he seated himself on
the bed. He brought one leg up and she straddled it, pulling
his foot up until the boot rested against her pussy. Jake
planted his other foot square against her ass and pushed. She
gave a grunt as the boot came off.
He had pulled off his sock by the time she had his other
boot lodged firmly between her thighs and up against her pussy.
His bare foot was now on her ass, but he wasn't pushing. His
toes squeezed and pressed her flesh, rocking her back and forth
on her boot, occasionally trying to burrow down between her
cheeks.
"Hey, cowboy, let's concentrate on business. I can think
of a better way to give my ass a workout than this." He loved
it when she talked like that.
"Okay, babe," he replied and shoved, hard. The boot came
off. He was standing by the time she had recovered her balance
and turned around. "Go ahead, babe, do the honors."
She grinned at him and popped his snap, dragged down the
zipper and peeled his jeans down his legs until they lay in
a puddle on the floor. His bulge was there in front of his
face, his aroma in her nostrils. She knew what he liked, but
decided to make him wait a bit. She blew through the material
of his shorts and tickled his balls. Her hands reached behind
him and her nails dragged down the back of his legs. He
shivered. She grabbed his ass cheeks and kneaded them.
"Come on, babe," his voice was husky.
"Say, 'please'." She laughed into his crotch, tracing the
line of his confined cock.
"*Please*." His legs were trembling now.
Jennie reached up and gripped the waist-band of his shorts
and hauled them down. His cock sprang free from its confinement,
straight and proud. She pushed him back gently and he sat on the
edge of the bed, spreading his legs, allowing her access.
"Oh, yes, babe." Warm moistness surrounded him as her mouth
came down over his cockhead. He shivered again as she began to
flick her tongue rapidly against the underside of his hardness.
Then her head was bobbing up and down, taking more and more of
him into her mouth with each stroke. He looked down on the
black veil which covered his manhood and smiled. It felt so
good, and he felt in control, seeing his wife's head bobbing up
and down. He placed his hand on her head and allowed it to rise
and fall with her movements then, taking control, guiding and
directing the speed at which she moved. He felt the joy well
up within him.
Joy wasn't all that was welling up. With every stroke his
excitement rose. Soon he would be at a peak. Too soon. He
slowed her and then stopped her altogether.
Jennie grinned lasciviously up at him and ran her tongue
along the tips of her teeth. With her head up he could see her
breasts again, those beautiful globes resting against his thighs,
nipples erect and begging to be sucked.
Jake pulled her up and swung her onto the bed which bounced
under the impact. She squealed in delight, throwing her arms
and legs wide, welcoming him. With a growl he threw himself
between her legs, kissing her roughly, then sliding back down
to feast on the mounds of her breasts. While he nibbled and
sucked on one teat, flicking the nipple with his tongue, he
rolled the other nipple between his fingers. Jennie was moaning
now, moving her head from side to side as the twin assaults on
her breasts lifted her ever higher. Her fingers entwined
themselves in his hair, pulling his head firmly into her breast.
Jake switched breasts, his free hand running up and down
Jennie's side, feeling her rounded buttock, caressing her thigh.
Jennie's legs were raised and brought back, opening her
pussy to him. Soon, soon, he thought, but first there was one
more thing. He moved up until he was kissing her once more, his
cockhead now at her portals.
"Yes, yes," she moaned, "come in me now."
"In a minute, babe, in a minute," he replied, reaching out
with his left hand for the strap which was tied to the bedpost.
He slipped it around her right wrist and pulled it tight, pulling
her arm above her head. Her eyes snapped open.
"Do we have to do it this way, Jake? I want so much to hold
you." Her eyes were pleading, but he was having none of it.
"You know you love it, babe." He was already fastening the
other strap about her left wrist and pulling it taut.
He was right, she did, but sometimes she liked to be able to
hold him as he made love to her. "Okay, Jake, for you." He
smiled down at her. "Then, would you go down on me - for me?"
"Aw, babe, you know I don't like to do that. Don't ruin it.
Just lie back, I promise you'll like this."
Jennie gasped as he thrust into her suddenly. She had
barely time to take a breath before he was driving into her
again, hard and fast. Now the only way she could breathe was
in gasps, his relentless pounding leaving her no other option.
Liquid fire began to spread outwards from her clit in waves,
warming her, sending her into paroxysms of moans, leaving her
legs trembling. Her nipples were rubbing against his chest,
sending out their own shockwaves which sent her head whipping
from side to side. She struggled against the straps which held
her wrists, wanting to hold him, surround him with her arms.
The straps held fast, preventing her this grace, leaving her
wide open and vulnerable.
It was too much, too fast. She locked her legs around him,
pushing her heels into his butt, trying to slow him down, slow
the pounding which was driving her wild.
Jake reached back and pulled her legs up, one at a time,
to rest on his shoulders. His weight trapped her. All she
could manage were some small gyrations and bouncing movements.
Other than that she was open to him, at his mercy. He grinned
down into her unfocused eyes. There would be no mercy. He
stepped up his pace, loving the jolts as he met her after
driving deep, loving the way her breasts were crushed by her
legs and his chest, reveling in her cries as she went out of
control, spiraling up in a huge orgasm.
She would be super sensitive now, he knew, yet still he did
not stop. He was too close himself. His balls tightened. She
was so warm and wet, so pliant and helpless under him. She could
do nothing but take it. Her cries became louder as she fought to
escape the pounding, yet could not.
With a shout of his own he came, his body jerking as he
drove into her that final time before collapsing, driving the
air out of her lungs.
Jake released her legs and they fell limply to the mattress,
no strength left in them. Now he was sensitive and he lay there,
on top of her without moving. Slowly, together, their breathing
slowed and became regular.
"How about next time I tie you up?" Jennie lifted her head
and kissed his cheek. "It could be fun."
Jake looked down on her with a hurt expression. "Aw, babe,
you know I don't like that idea. Why do you want me to do things
I don't want to do? I don't ask you to do what you don't like."
She had been bringing it up a lot, recently, and it was beginning
to trouble him. What was she after? What did she really want?
Jennie sighed. It was true, he didn't. On the other hand
she hadn't always liked the idea of being tied, herself. Yet she
had allowed it and learned to like it. Why couldn't he at least
try? "Sorry, honey, I just think you might find it fun. It can
be nice to give up control, honest, honey."
"It's okay, babe." He rose up on his elbows then pulled
out. She gasped as he came free. "I gotta take a shower.
Babe, you were terrific." He leaned down and gave her a tender
kiss on the lips. Then he gave each nipple a kiss before
getting up and walking to the bathroom.
"Hey, what about me. Untie me you big lug!"
"Don't worry, I'll be back soon. Don't go away now." He
chuckled at his little joke.
"Damn you, Jake Saunders," she whispered as she heard the
shower come on. She tried to reach the straps with her teeth,
but was unable. There was nothing she could do except wait.
"It's a good thing their bedroom window is on this side of
the building," chuckled Fred as he picked up the last box of the
supplies from the pick-up. "Otherwise the guests in the pool
would get an earful."
Kathy was standing with her back to the building, watching
Fred as he moved the goods into the storeroom. She had already
begun to like him. He didn't leer at her the way most men did,
and he treated her with respect and the friendly ease of long
time friends.
"Are they always that loud?" she asked.
"Hard to say," he grinned. "I only know when they are. For
all I know they could be at it all the time - quietly."
Kathy smiled at him. He paused a moment then, taking the
smile for encouragement he continued.
"I wonder if he has her tied up."
Kathy's brows shot up. She gave him a wicked smile. "My,
but aren't you kinky." He blushed. "What would give you that
idea?" He hesitated. "Come on Fred, out with it." It was an
order, but an order made softer by her smile.
"Well, Jennie had me move a new night table up to their
room one day and I saw that they had straps attached to the
bedposts." He grinned. "I don't think that she saw that I
noticed. Say, you won't tell anyone what I said, will you?" He
lifted up a box of frozen ground beef to take in to the kitchen.
Kathy considered him seriously for a moment. "If I don't,
then you'll owe me one. That okay by you?"
"Sure thing, Kathy." He didn't even stop to consider it.
Kathy smiled again.
"Oh, and call me Kat. I prefer it." She moved out from
the wall to walk with him to the kitchen.
"You got it, Kat. Fits you, too. You have a feline sort
of grace, very becoming. I guess that makes us even." She
stopped short.
"Pardon?" She was still smiling, but her smile was a
little strained.
"I owed you one. You asked me to call you Kat instead of
Kathy - I'm doing that, so we're even, right?" He smiled
brightly and turned to continue to the kitchen.
'Right.' The word was said silently.
Tom Calder leaned on the counter, reading the newspaper.
Movement outside the window caught his attention and he looked
up. It was Fred and he was walking with a short but lovely
looking woman. Way to go, Fred. He was proud of the boy. That
was some woman he'd picked up. About time, too.
Tom's thoughts went back several weeks to the first time
they'd met. It had been a hectic day - one of those days you
can never quite prepare for - when everyone and his brother
had come from out of nowhere, and they all wanted to eat.
Bill, the second cook and dishwasher, had a burr up his ass.
For two days something had been bothering him, eating away
at him. Tom had put up with it, put up with his ill tempered
comments and his complaints.
The lunch rush was finally about over, and Tom decided to
let Bill go early when suddenly another wave of customers had
come through the door.
"Shit. That's it, I quit," had come the startling comment
from Bill. He was joking, of course, and Tom had turned to
make light of it when he realized that Bill had taken off his
apron and was, indeed, leaving. He had quit.
If Tom had still been in the Forces and Bill had been his
subordinate, Bill would have been in so much trouble he'd never
have seen his way clear. As it was there was nothing Tom could
do but watch, in shock, as Bill left.
There was no way he could handle it alone. He'd run out
of clean dishes before half this new wave were served. And he
had no time to do any. Everyone else was busy and there was
no one he could call to for help. He looked in dismay as the
door opened and another four people walked in. What the hell
was going on today?
Then the distant looking black-haired youngster - anyone
under thirty was considered a youngster by Tom - had pushed
back from the counter and moved around towards the till. Tom
had gone to collect for the meal, but the man continued around
the counter, picked up Bill's apron, put it on and headed for
the dishwasher.
"Use a hand?" was all he asked.
"Hell, yes," Tom had replied. He was much too busy to
inquire further, much too smart to look a gift horse in the
mouth, and he said no more.
The youngster caught on quickly and began helping with
things other than the dishes. Once, when Tom had made to ask
for something, stopping as he realized he didn't even know
the stranger's name, the stranger had spoken. "Fred," he
introduced himself, then said no more.
After the rush was over and things were cleaned up, Fred
presented his check.
"To hell with that. It's us who owe you. Sit down and
have a piece of pie."
While Fred was eating, Jennie came in and Tom explained
the situation. She also thanked him. Fred didn't say much,
then he left.
At suppertime, Jennie had come in to give him a hand when
Fred showed up once more.
"That's my apron, I believe," he said to Jennie as she
was about to put it on. Wordlessly she handed it over to him.
The next day he'd filled out an application form and he'd been
there ever since.
It had been several weeks, and still Tom knew little about
Fred Nelson. He didn't talk much about himself. He was running
from something, but not the law, Tom knew. He enjoyed talking
to the highway patrol too much for that to be the case.
Whatever he had been, it had been something better than a
short order cook. His clothes and car were too expensive for
that to have been the case. Well, whatever he had been, Tom
was happy enough to have him. He was very friendly and
helpful and didn't try to upset Tom's applecart.
Tom had his own little empire going. He was king of
the lunch counter and probably most important employee of
Hotsprings Campsite. Mel, the laborer, looked up to him,
and Stacy, well Stacy was leery of him, but no threat at all.
Sooner or later she'd come around and he'd have her.
The door opened and Fred and his woman came into the
lunch counter. Fred set the ground beef down on the counter.
"Tom Calder, this is Kat O'Grady. Kat'll be looking after
the books, stock and whatever else Big Jake can foist on her."
He said it with a grin. "Kat, this is Tom, our cook. Taught
me everything I know about cooking. Whether or not he's a
good teacher, you'll have ample opportunity to decide later."
Tom's eyes narrowed. Suddenly he was no longer quite so
happy about Fred's conquest.
HOTSPRINGS
Chapter 2
Fred's smile faded as he noticed that Tom had drawn
himself up to his full height and was looking at Kat with
suspicion. Kat, also, stood ramrod straight, gazing
unsmilingly directly into Tom's eyes. Like two fighters
sizing each other up, the thought came, unbidden, to Fred's
mind.
"Pleased to meet you Tom." She continued to look the
taller man straight in the eyes unwaveringly.
"Kat. Interesting name. You have claws?" His voice made
it a joke, though there was an undercurrent of hostility. He
also maintained his stare into her eyes.
Fred was a little disturbed by this clash of wills. He
didn't understand why Tom was making it difficult for Kat. He
was about to suggest that they continue the tour when Kat
replied.
"Sharp ones. Don't let them scratch you." Her warning
wasn't a joke, Fred would have sworn. Though her voice was
calm, there was a hint of excitement - a joy of battle? - in it.
"Never happen. I'm a careful man. Still, I've bagged a few
cats in my time. Nothing like a little time in the sack to take
the fight out of them. Generally they end up purring for me."
Tom fingered his mustache, a slight sneer on his lips. His eyes
were narrowed once more.
Fred wondered at the double entendres. He looked from one
to the other. Tom was braced against the counter, arms stiff,
face intense, eyes bleak. Though Kat appeared relaxed, Fred
could sense the tension singing just below the surface. A small
smile played about her lips.
"Cats are funny creatures. They can take your eyes out
before you can blink." Neither of the two had even blinked.
"One can never truly tame them." From a look of innocence
Kat's face changed to one of feral delight. The look was so
intense that Tom was taken aback. He looked away. The look
disappeared. If Fred had not been looking right at her at that
minute he would never have seen it.
"You'll be looking after stores? We'll have to get together
on the order. We're getting a little short of some things."
What ever the contest had been, Kat had won - for the
moment. She was gracious with her victory.
"Of course. It's important to keep stock up. No one likes
to be told that their selection can't be had."
Tom nodded.
"Well, let's go see the rest of the complex." Fred just
wanted to get Kat out of the lunch counter. "You'll love the
pool, I bet."
"Later, Tom," Kat said as she turned to follow Fred.
"Yeah, later."
"What was that all about?" Fred wanted to know, though he
suspected he knew already. While they had passed by the pool,
and he had pointed out its features, she had remained in
silence - until they rounded the corner of the building and were
walking past the laundry.
"Nothing much. Let's just say we recognized each other and
let each other know where we stand." Kat was pumped, Fred
thought.
She stopped and took a lungful of air. Fred took several
steps before he realized that she was no longer with him. He
turned and saw her breathing deeply and his own breath caught.
Her back was to the sun and the thin dress she was wearing was
translucent, showing the outline of her body beneath it.
"Wow!"
Kat focused on him. "What is it?"
"You're beautiful, standing there."
"Why thank you, Fred."
"I think I'm in love." It was half joke, half serious.
"Be careful, Fred, I generally demand proof of love from my
men." She frowned slightly as he began to chuckle. "Are you
laughing at me?"
"Never," he declared. "I wouldn't dare. I find the
concept amusing, though. I don't think one can deliberately
'prove' one's love. One can only prove one's desperation.
Proof of love is more spontaneous and takes time and the proper
situations."
Kat looked at him consideringly. Yes, indeed, he was very
quick. They rounded the corner and were headed back towards the
office a sudden cry caught their attention. They both had to
laugh.
"At it again, I see," Kat chuckled. "I guess the boss
didn't need that nap after all."
"I guess not. Come on and we'll go meet Stacy."
"Stacy?"
"She's working in the office. Books the sites, handles
questions, gives out keys to the showers - that sort of stuff.
You'll be working in there, too. She's good people. You'll
like her.
Kat stood up and stretched. It had been a long morning.
Big Jake might know how to keep people happy, but he sure didn't
know how to keep books properly.
It would be a challenge to bring order out of the chaos,
to raise the operation of Hotsprings Campsite to the level
of efficiency she knew it could attain, saving the Saunders a
fair piece of change in the process. That was no problem -
she loved a challenge.
Kat glanced out the office door, across the counter,
and through the window to the outside. Fred passed across
her field of vision. Speaking of challenges, she smiled to
herself, there were more challenges here than simply getting
the campsite running efficiently.
"Let's knock off for lunch, Kat." Stacy stood in the
doorway. "Nothing much happens around here 'til about 2 p.m.
We can get Tom to cook us up a hamburger, or something."
Stacy was a good looking woman in her early twenties. She
was introverted, Kat thought, which was promising. After Fred
had introduced them, the day before, Stacy had taken pains to
show Kat everything she thought Kat should be aware of. She
had a need to please, thought Kat. That was a very useful
trait, one which she could well take advantage of. Kat looked
Stacy up and down. Light Brown hair, wide forehead, blue eyes
wide set in an oval face - very nice. She was a little taller
than Kat was (who wasn't?), a little thicker through the body
with, surprise, surprise, large breasts.
Big Jake was in charge of the hiring and as both of the
female employees, as well as his wife, were large breasted,
Kat figured it was no coincidence. That was another very useful
piece of information.
Stacy became aware of Kat's scrutiny and looked down at her
white blouse and dark blue knee length skirt. "Is something
wrong?" she asked, straightening her clothes.
"No," Kat licked her lips, smiling, "everything's just
fine."
Stacy blushed.
"Good idea, lunch. I could do with a break." Kat followed
Stacy out of her office, around the counter and out the door into
the hot sunshine. It was another cloudless day. That was good.
As long as the fine weather kept up, business would be good.
Tom looked up as the two women strolled by the window and in
through the door. There were several customers in the room and
Tom was busy at the counter.
"Good morning, ladies. What'll it be?"
They ordered hamburgers, fries and milkshakes, then moved
to one of the booths and sat down. Kat noticed Stacy glancing
surreptitiously at Tom.
"Strange," she finally spoke.
"What's that?" Kat inquired.
"Tom. Usually he leers at me. He makes me uncomfortable
sometimes - but he is a good cook, that's why I often come here
for lunch instead of making my own upstairs - yet today he seems
very civil."
"Does he come on to you?"
"Yes, well, no, but I think he'd like to. I put him off as
much as I can, he knows I don't like it, and I think that's why
he does it. I don't like being pressured. It's hard."
Kat shook her head, trying to make sense of Stacy's little
speech. The important part was clear, however, and Kat's teeth
bared in a feral grin. This would be an interesting place
indeed. She considered the possibilities.
"I'll get it." Stacy was getting up and Kat noticed that
Tom had put their plates up on the counter.
As Stacy returned with the meals, the door opened and Fred
walked in. He waved at the two women as he walked up to the
counter and took a stool.
"How about a burger, Tom? No onions."
"Sure thing, Fred." Tom flipped a burger on the grill.
"Couple of good looking women, huh?"
Tom glanced over at Stacy and Kat. "Take my advice and stay
away."
"What?" Fred knew he meant Kat. "She seems nice enough to
me. What's your beef?"
"Word to the wise - just keep your distance."
"She said that you recognized each other. Do you know her
from somewhere?" Fred was curious because Tom had never warned
him away from another woman before - not even Stacy who, Fred
was sure, he wanted for himself.
"Never seen her before yesterday. Seen her type though.
Yeah, guess I did recognize her." Tom turned back and flipped
the burger. He pulled the fries out of the fat and set them to
drain, then turned back.
"So?"
"She's one of them bitches who likes to give orders, Fred.
She won't take none, but she loves to give 'em. You watch her
close. She'll never give anything away. She does you a favor,
she'll want one in return." He took the bun out of the toaster,
spread the mayonnaise and put on the shredded lettuce. The
burger was plopped down on that and topped with a pickle. A few
seconds later the plate was in front of Fred. "Just don't ever
owe her anything." Tom turned to wait on a young couple who had
walked in and taken seats down the counter.
Fred's thoughts went back to the previous day as he smeared
on relish and mustard, closed the bun and took a big bite. Some
points from his conversations with Kat began to make sense and he
smiled down at the hamburger. It was good, as usual, but his
smile was for things to come. It was going to be a very
interesting summer after all.
Tom returned and prepared plates for the orders of fish and
chips he'd dropped into the deep fryer. Fred saw his gaze drift
over to the women, then back again.
"How about you, Tom. You worried about her?"
"Me?" Tom was surprised. "Nah. I stay away from her
kind. 'Sides, I don't like taking orders, and no way she could
get me to. No use taking any chances, though, so with her
it'll be business and nothing else. Wouldn't mind giving it to
her," he eyed Kat once again, "but that won't happen either.
It'd all have to be done her way.
"Say, kid, do me a favor?" Tom turned back to the fryer
and pulled up the fish and chips, leaving them to drain.
"You got it, Tom. What?"
"Close up for me tonight. Right after we close I got
something to do." He nodded towards the far booth.
Fred casually looked over to see a woman sitting there,
toying with her chips. Fred held back his smile. "Sure thing,
Tom. I'll do clean up for you. Taking her up to your room?"
"Nah. She's alone and got a camper. Gonna be a hot night
and I'm not just talking about the weather." Tom grinned.
Kat caught the glances that the woman in the far booth was
sending towards Tom. This could be good. She fixed the image
of the woman in her mind. Then she had a thought.
"Say, Stacy, do you recognize that woman?" Kat motioned
with her head.
Stacy turned and looked. "Yes, I think so. She came in
yesterday. I think she has a camper-van. Why?"
"Can you remember what site she's in?"
"Not off-hand, but it would be no problem to find out.
What's going on?"
"I'm not sure, myself," Kat replied, then changed the subject.
"How would you like it if I got Tom off your back? No more sly
innuendoes, no more leers, no more suggestions?"
Stacy's face lit up. "You can do that?"
"I think so."
"Oh, that'd be great. If you can do that I'd owe you - big
time. Anything you want - just ask. It'd be such a relief.
It's great working here - it's such a beautiful place, but
sometimes it can be miserable when they hit on me."
"They?"
"Tom and Big Ja . . ." Stacy's voice trailed off. She
looked down at her plate.
"Big Jake, too?" Kat's voice was full of compassion.
Stacy kept looking down and didn't see how bright Kat's eyes
became.
"I shouldn't have said anything, Kat. It's my problem."
Her voice was hushed.
"Not any more, Stacy, not any more. I'll handle it now."
"You will?" Stacy's head came up, a mixture of immense
relief and gratitude shining in her eyes. "You ever need
anything, just ask."
Kat's voice was very matter of fact. "Okay, Stacy, I will."
"Good." Stacy looked at her watch. "I guess I'd better get
back to the office. It shouldn't be left closed for too long."
The two women moved back to the counter to pay for their
meals. Staff received a substantial discount, but mostly they
cooked their own meals in the communal kitchen upstairs. Tom
took the money and rang in the bill. Stacy turned to go, but
Kat held her back.
"Tom." She stood straight, looking imperious. Her red
hair tumbled about her shoulders, giving the impression of a
powerful aura. She was quite imposing, yet Tom looked down at
her, unmoved.
"Yeah?"
"Stacy is with me, now. Understand?" Kat spoke quietly
yet forcefully. She waited for a response and when none was
forthcoming continued, "That means you will treat her with
respect. No slips, no forgetting yourself. Understand?"
Tom looked at the waiting women. He pursed his lips, then
grinned. "Okay, Kathy, I'll do as you ask."
There was a flash of triumph on Stacy's face. Kat waved
her off and Stacy left the lunch counter. Kat had not yet
finished with Tom. He knew it and was waiting.
"The name is Kat," she corrected him, "and I am not asking.
If you try to cross me, you will regret it." Her eyes were
cold, the threat real.
Tom smiled at her, his most condescending smile. "Well,
Kathy, it isn't that simple. You're new here and don't know
some of the relevant facts. If you mess with me, it'll be me who
makes your life miserable." Tom kept his voice down, matching
Kat's. The only one who could hear them was Fred. "However, I
know what's coming, and the pussy deserves it, so I'll do as you
ask - as a favor." He turned away, dismissing Kat.
Fred, who was watching the interplay with interest, saw
Kat stiffen, her mouth a tight line. She paused, then spun
on her heel and walked toward the door. As she opened it Tom
called after her.
"You owe me one, Kathy." She stopped for a moment, then
walked out without turning again. Fred dropped some money
on the counter and Tom came over to collect.
"Were you being straight with her? Can you make her life
miserable?" Fred wanted to know. If he was being straight,
then he had to have something on Big Jake.
Tom grinned at him. "Hell, no. Why should I be? Thing
is, you can't show weakness. Not to one like her. She'll
have to be careful - she won't know if I'm lying. She'll
dig around, but won't be able to find anything. But she
won't know, for certain, if I have some card hidden away.
"Did you see her when I told her she owed me?" Tom
laughed quietly. "Like I hit her. Remember what I told
you?"
Fred stood. "I hope you know what you're doing. See
you at closing." It was his day off and he decided he'd take
a soak in the pool.
Stacy was almost dancing around the office when Kat
stepped through the door. Her eyes were bright and shining.
"You sure told him, Kat. It was great. Just great."
"Settle down, Stacy. I told you I'd take care of it.
As long as I say you are with me, he'll leave you alone."
Kat rounded the counter and headed back toward the inner
office.
Stacy suddenly sobered as the import of Kat's words
sank in. 'As long as I say you are with me'. As long as.
Stacy looked apprehensively at Kat's back.
"Kat?"
"Yes." Kat turned around and directed her calm gaze
at Stacy, who suddenly had to look away.
"Linda Johnson. A18."
"Pardon?" Kat was confused.
"The woman you pointed out. Her name is Linda Johnson.
She's staying in a camper van in campsite A18. She's alone.
She has engaged the site for two nights. She leaves tomorrow
morning."
Kat smiled, but the smile never reached her eyes. "Good,
Stacy, very good." She turned and went to the desk in the
inner office.
Stacy felt warm and happy. She had begun to repay the
debt. If she kept Kat happy then Kat would never remove her
protection. She began to hum. She was free of Tom. It was
a great day.
"Stacy." Kat's voice came through the open doorway.
"Yes, Kat," she called back.
"Stacy, I like to see who I'm talking to." The voice was
a little bit colder.
Stacy's stomach jumped and she went quickly to the inner
office. "I'm sorry, Kat," she apologized. "What is it?"
Kat gazed at her coldly while her stomach twisted
nervously. Finally she nodded and Stacy relaxed. "Who is
this Mel?"
"Mel? He's the maintenance man. He looks after the
upkeep of the place. Keeps the pool clean, looks after the
laundry, keeps it supplied with soap. That sort of thing."
"Why haven't I seen him?"
"He was in town yesterday. He should be back anytime
now. I'm sure you'll meet him at supper."
Kat dismissed her with a wave and returned to the books
in front of her.
The sulfurous smell of the mineral hotsprings permeated
the air. Fred leaned back against the side of the pool as the
heat pulled his very life's energy from him. A vast ennui
enveloped him and his eyes closed as he allowed the motion
of the water to slowly rock him back and forth.
A sudden current caught his attention and one eye opened
to watch one of the guests move slowly past him. There were
maybe ten or fifteen of them in the pool, and they were the
cause of the currents, though the jets of hot water certainly
contributed. Fred's eyes closed again and he felt at one with
his surroundings. The guests were blocked from his mind and
all that existed was the pool, the trees and him. The gentle
rocking sent him somewhere far away. He didn't realize he was
gone until suddenly he was back.
"You look delightfully relaxed." The voice was a soft
whisper in his ear. Looking up through slitted eyes, head back,
he saw Kat. The sun shining through her mane made it seem as if
her hair were a halo of fire.
He groaned, smiled lazily and pushed his way to his feet
in the chest deep water. He turned to face her. "What time
is it?" he asked. She told him. He gave a small moan. "Ah,
time to get out, I guess." He heaved himself up onto the side
where he sat breathing heavily at the exertion. "It sure
takes everything out of you. You'll have to try it."
A splash from the other side of the pool attracted their
attention. A young woman pulled herself out of the pool and
walked toward the change rooms and showers. Unconsciously
Fred followed her with his eyes.
"You like her?" The voice in his ear again.
"Her?" Fred paused, remembering how Tom had advised him
to give nothing away. "I was just thinking that she had the
right idea. A nice cold shower would do wonders for me just
now." He slowly shook his head. "If, that is, I can still
make it to my feet."
"Who is that?"
Fred followed Kat's gaze and saw Mel working the lock to
the supply room. He realized she hadn't met him yet, and
wondered if he should warn him about her - if, in fact, Tom
was right. He decided not to, he didn't owe Mel anything.
"That's Mel. He's our . . ."
"Ah, so that's Mel. I'll go over and introduce myself."
Kat rose and walked, hips swaying, around the pool. Fred
wondered if the sensuous walk was for his benefit. If it was,
it was wasted. Well, not wasted entirely, for he enjoyed the
sight, but wasted as far as any plan of ensnarement was
concerned.
He pushed himself to his feet, overcoming the threat
of dizziness caused by the sapping heat of the pool, and
slowly trod off towards the showers. He would catch a few
hours sleep then give Tom a break so he could be with his
catch of the day.
By the time that Kat reached the supply room, Mel had
disappeared inside. She tried the door but found, to her
surprise, that it was locked from the inside. She contemplated
knocking, then decided against it. Instead she returned to
the office. There she found Mrs. Saunders giving Stacy a
break.
"Hello, Mrs. Saunders. How are you?" Kat asked cheerfully.
"Oh, hi, Kathy. I'm fine, thank-you. How are you coping?"
"Pretty well. There is one thing, though. I'll need to
get into the store room and there doesn't seem to be a key for
it in the office. I don't want to have to go around asking Mel
every time I need to check something out. Is there any chance
I could get a key to it?" Although it was true that she would
need to check inventory, Mel's action in locking the door behind
him had made her extremely curious and she wanted to be able to
go through the room without him around and before he knew she
would be going in.
Jennie thought for a moment, then smiled and reached into
her pocket. "Here, Kathy." She handed Kat a key. "It's a
passkey. It will get you in anywhere. I have a spare on my
key chain. If you are going to do your job properly I guess
you'll need one anyway."
"Thanks, Mrs. Saunders." Kat was more thankful than Jennie
could have guessed.
"You're welcome, Kathy. Oh, and Kathy, call me Jennie,
please. Mrs. Saunders is much too formal. We're a pretty
informal bunch around here."
"Okay, Jennie." Kat smiled her agreement, while she
thought, 'not for much longer'.
"You've been working awfully hard, why don't you take a
soak in the pool before it gets crowded."
"Thank-you, Jennie, that's an excellent idea." Kat
strode out. Where better to keep an eye on the supply room
door?
Kat was floating blissfully in the pool when Mel stepped
out of the supply room. He looked about, furtively it seemed,
then locked the door and headed off.
Now, what could you be hiding, Kat wondered. She
watched his blonde head disappear around the corner before
she thrust herself out of the pool.
"Whoa," she panted. Fred had been right, the hotsprings
did take it all out of you. She waited a few minutes cooling
in the warm breeze before she levered herself to her feet,
picked up her sun bag from the chair where she had left it,
and made her way to the door.
It was dark inside, even with the light on, after the
brightness of the day. Something tugged at her senses,
something so light that it took her a minute to place it.
Once she had placed it, it was an odor, a 'cat got the
canary' look came over her face. "Where to begin, where
to begin," she muttered to herself, looking around the room.
Fifteen minutes later Kat exited the supply room, feeling
very pleased with herself.
"Okay, Tom, you're sprung." Fred slipped in the door,
sliding the sign from 'open' to 'closed'. He noted that there
were only two customers left inside and that Tom had most of
the clean-up done already.
"Thanks, kid." Tom pulled off his apron. "They've
already paid, so there's not much left to do. Appreciate it,
though."
"Go get her!"
Tom grinned. "You bet." He hurried out the door heading
for his room. He needed a quick shower before paying a visit
to Linda. He passed the office, not noticing Kat and Stacy
watching from behind the counter. As the door to the stairs
closed behind him, the door to the office opened and Kat
slipped out.
The evening sun was down behind the trees as Tom made
his way to site A18. He breathed in, luxuriously, of the aroma
of earth, trees and flowers. It was truly beautiful here.
He exhaled in a long sigh, then sniffed the air. He enjoyed
picking out the different smells. He had always had a
sensitive nose. It was part of what made him a good cook.
Although there was more money to be made elsewhere, in the
camps, for example, this setup was as good as it got, for here
he was surrounded by beauty and, better still, women.
More and more women, these days, were holidaying on
their own and Hotsprings Campsite was like a magnet. True,
most of the guests were families, still, there were enough
single women to make it very enjoyable - and the odd few
married ones who didn't mind a roll in the sack while their
husbands were off playing outdoorsmen. It was a good place
to be.
The camper van was nestled in among some trees. A tarp
had been erected making a small veranda beside the vehicle.
Netting hung down to keep the bugs at bay. Linda was well
prepared, it seemed. The tall trees gave enough shade that
the interior of the camper would not be unbearably hot, yet
not so much that the site would be gloomy.
The windows which faced into the veranda were open and
from the inside gentle music issued forth. Tom grinned in
anticipation. A wide grin appeared on Linda's face as well
as she caught sight of Tom through a window. She beckoned
him in.
Linda was in her middle to late thirties. A good age,
thought Tom. A time where a woman knew what she wanted and
went out to get it. A time before the body started to slip
and a time near the height of sexual awareness. Also a time
for single women when the desperation began filtering into the
consciousness. All in all a good place to hunt. Not that
he had anything against younger women - or older for that
matter. Hell, women even into their middle fifties could
provide him with a great deal of excitement. However, the
late thirties were his favorite. And Linda fit right in
there.
She kept herself in good shape though she carried, perhaps,
a couple of extra pounds beyond what was needed. Her breasts
were exquisite - a little smaller than average - with nice pink
nipples. He smiled at the memory.
She had watched him yesterday evening and made her decision
that night. This morning she had been the first one in for
breakfast when he opened. She had sat at the counter and
talked with him, judging how willing he might be. She must
have been pretty sure of herself for, with one quick look
to make sure there was no one else about, she had lifted
her top to give him a good look. "These can be yours tonight
after work - if you're up to it." He was up to it, all right.
In fact, he could feel the stirring in his loins right now.
"It's good to see you, Tom. I was beginning to wonder
if you'd show." Her bright eyes made a lie of that statement.
She damn well knew he'd be here.
"I had to shower and shave. Wouldn't want to give you
whisker burn." He looked at her thighs, soft and lightly
tanned below the cutoffs. "Skin there looks tender."
Linda laughed, delightedly. "I like it when a man knows
what he wants." She shivered in anticipation and shook her
head, her short blonde hair flying about. "Come here and
give me a hug, you brute."
He sat next to her and hugged her tightly to him as she
responded in kind. There was a light, almost intangible,
touch of perfume about her. He loved women who knew how
to wear perfume. Just enough to turn the head, to make a
man wonder what it was which had attracted his attention,
just that hint. With his sense of smell, much more than that
was too much. The scent was just too fine to identify, besides,
his heart wasn't in it. There was a fine, live woman in his
arms, why worry about her perfume?
Tom nuzzled her neck and she moved her head allow him
better access. He lick-kissed his way from her ear to the
hollow of her shoulder then back up again, to her quiet moans.
She was breathing faster, now, murmuring unintelligible words.
With one arm he drew her to him, leaving the other free
to roam up and down her side, trailing over her lap and down
her thigh to her knee and up again, lightly brushing against
her breast through her blouse.
"You're making me all wet," she murmured in his ear.
"Let me get out of my cutoffs and panties before they get all
wet too." Her cutoffs were on the way to the floor when his
hand caught hers attemping to remove her panties. He moved her
hand back up behind his neck, kissing his way down to her breast
at the same time. With his nose he pushed the half unbuttoned
blouse away from her breast, baring it to his seeking lips and
tongue.
"It'll keep, Linda, it'll keep," she heard him say as
his mouth found her breast. Shivering as he tongued the
nipple, she pulled his head against her breast, forcing it
inside his mouth. His small humming sounds calmed and excited
her further at the same time. It felt so good to have him
suckling at her breast, so obviously enjoying it. She twined
her fingers in his hair and held him to her breast. His tongue
flicked at her nipple, sending waves of joy up and down her
body. Then his mouth was gone and she felt bereft. It only
lasted a moment as he sought out and found her other breast.
Somehow he'd unbuttoned the rest of her blouse as he'd
been working on her. She hadn't noticed. Now it hung open
and his free hand moved up and began stroking all around and
over the abandoned breast, comforting and pleasing it. Linda
let out a hum of contentment as she allowed him to continue his
ministrations. There was wetness and warmth, the wetness
spreading to her panties as the warmth spread through and
through her. The humming became little moans.
Tom heard the moans and caught the whiff of her aroma on
the air. He took a deep breath, enjoying her fragrance, still
licking and sucking her breast. He ran his fingers along the
undersides of her breast and felt her give another little
shiver to relax all the little tensions which were building
in her. He felt the tension building, himself, and moved
slightly to give his growing cock a little more room.
Releasing her breast, he ran a line of small kisses
across her mouth and cheek until he reached and nibbled on
her earlobe. "Oh, God, you're beautiful," he breathed into
her ear and felt her arms tighten about him. "I love those
beautiful breasts and the way your nipples stand out." He
emphasized the words with little tweaks, which brought a
gasp.
"Let's move to the bed," she whispered and he helped her
to the wide bed which took up much of the space at the back
of the van.
She was on her back with her legs draped over the side
of the bed; he lay beside and above her, propped up on his
elbow kissing her lips as he stroked her from neck to thighs.
He began concentrating on her thighs with occasional
forays up to her mound, avoiding her pussy. Her legs opened
of their own volition and he grinned down at her. He was
driving her crazy and he knew it. She sought his hand to
press it, through her panties, to her now thoroughly wet pussy.
He brought his fingers up to his nose and took a deep breath.
"You smell wonderful," Tom said. She smiled back at him.
"Mind if I get a little closer?"
"Please."
He grabbed a pillow and dropped it on the floor and knelt
on it, between her legs. He caressed the soft skin of her
inner thighs and was rewarded by a long sigh. The musky odor
was stronger here and his excitement grew. He began kissing
her soft skin, eliciting moans and soft cooing sounds. She
was starting to quiver. He hooked his fingers under her
waistband and drew the panties off of her. He then stood,
folded them and started stuffing them in his pocket.
"What are you doing with my panties?" She looked at him
quizzically.
"I wouldn't want to forget them when I go," he answered.
"Ah," she smiled, "something to remember me by."
"Something to remember you by," he agreed as he undid his
pants and allowed them to fall in a puddle on the floor.
"Want me to sign them," she grinned.
"You already have."
Outside, Kat straightened up and began to make her way
back to the complex. She had heard enough and was tired of
fighting off the insects.
Tom was back between Linda's legs, kissing the inner
thighs once more, but now venturing higher and giving the
occasional lick to her lips. She felt the excitement in her
growing, pulsing. He was now licking her like an icecream
cone, long, smooth licks. She ran her nails up and down
over her stomach breasts and sides, feeling the vibrations
from her skin joining in the deep vibrations coming from her
pussy and nipples as they were licked and stroked.
Linda lifted her legs, setting them on Tom's shoulders,
drawing him in, focusing him. Her clit was aching for attention
and it received it. She bucked as an electrical jolt whipped
up and down her body. "Oh, God, yes," she moaned.
Linda writhed on the bed, tossing her head back and forth
as Tom concentrated on her clit. He was driving her higher and
higher. She reached down and grabbed his hair again and pulled
him harder to her. Her clit was getting a lashing and she knew
she couldn't hold out much longer. His finger pierced her for
the first time and she gave a small shout. It moved in and out
in time to his tongue. Now there were two fingers in her,
penetrating, sliding and stroking. Her breathing was ragged,
stopping, holding, drawing long shuddering breaths. Her muscles
were quivering, jumping, and all that energy inside was ready
to burst free.
Tom was surrounded by her odor and in heaven. He licked
and nibbled and knew she was close as she ground her pussy
into his face. He was riding her waves of ecstasy, following
her as she bucked and plunged, twisted and turned. He wouldn't
let her escape, his tongue flicking and pressing, smoothing and
lashing.
It was too much. He felt every muscle in her body tense,
then she was gone. A short low scream was torn from her throat
and her muscles jerked her upright. She pulled him up to her,
wrapping her arms around him kissing him, tasting herself on his
lips and sinking back down. Slowly she relaxed.
"Thank you, baby, oh thank you," she whispered in his ear.
"Any time, Linda, any time."
Their legs were entwined and she could feel his cock, hard
and fat, against her.
"Come inside me, baby."
"You sure you're ready?"
"Come inside me, now." He didn't move. "Please?" she begged.
Her breath was forced out as he complied. It felt so good
to be filled again. He began moving and she knew it was going
to be a long, wonderful night.
HOTSPRINGS
Chapter 3
"Here's the software you asked for, Kathy. You really
think it will make a difference?" Big Jake looked at the
box he was holding for a second before handing it to Kat.
He had come around the desk to hand it to her, ensuring
that the combination of his height and her being seated
would give him a good look down the top of her dress. Kat
recognized this and smiled demurely up at him.
"It will give us an easy way to track expenses by
categories. We'll have a much better grip on where the money
is going and where it is coming from. Yes, it will make
a difference, Big Jake," Kat answered. Big Jake didn't look
especially happy about that. Perhaps it was the cost of the
software, perhaps it was something else. Kat decided she
would redouble her efforts to sort out the mess that
comprised the books of Hotsprings Campsite. "It will also
save a lot of time, time which can then be spent on other
things. Basically, you'll be saving the salary of one
employee."
"Anything else you need me for, just now?" Big Jake
moved back around the desk, twirling his keys around his
finger. "I strained my back a little and I think I'll take
a dip in the pool then have a little rest before dinner" he
explained.
"No, thanks Big Jake. You've been a big help. I may
have more questions later, but for now I have my work cut
out for me." Kat was looking at the papers and books which
covered the desk, yet was well aware of the long looks Big
Jake was lavishing on her breasts. It was difficult not
to smile.
"Kat?" Stacy was at the door.
"Yes, Stacy."
"Here's the salad you wanted." Stacy squeezed past Big
Jake, who made no effort to give her more room, and placed
the salad on the desk. Kat dismissed her and she squeezed
her way back out past Big Jake. He had moved fractionally
to give her even less room on the way out, causing her breasts
to lightly brush against his arm as she went past.
Kat could see Stacy's jaw was tight. She would have to
do something about this - soon. Big Jake would have to learn
to back off where her people were concerned. She couldn't have
distractions like this disrupting the subtle training which
was going on. Her eyes were mild, however, as she looked
up at Big Jake, whose glance had followed Stacy out of the
room.
"Well, I'd better get at it. I hope your back gets
better fast, Big Jake."
Big Jake was licking his lips as he turned his attention
back to her and gave a wave. "Thanks, Kathy." He turned
and left, giving Stacy a long look as he passed the counter
on his way to the door.
"Stacy."
"Yes, Kat?" She had arrived at the door in seconds.
She was learning.
Kat looked up from the computer which wasn't cooperating
with her at all. The damn program wouldn't function. She'd
never had any problem with it before in other places
"Where's Fred?"
"He should be doing prep for the supper hour, Kat."
Stacy was nervous. She didn't know why Kat elicited that
response in her. All she knew was that she had to keep on
her toes at all times.
"Ask him to come here."
"Yes, Kat." She turned to go.
"And Stacy . . ." Stacy turned back. "Stacy, all this
desk work has me a little stiff again. We'll close the office
for a half hour when you bring Fred back."
Stacy looked down and blushed. "Yes, Kat." Her voice was
subdued.
Stacy left to do Kat's bidding. It was a beautiful day
outside, yet she didn't notice it. Her mind was on the previous
night. Kat had returned, from where ever it was she had gone,
complaining that she was stiff. Stacy had been in the process
of winding down her day when Kat had come through the door.
Again Stacy had noticed the almost regal bearing of the smaller
woman. There was something about her which made you step back
and take notice. She was a woman accustomed to giving orders.
Stacy began reliving her memory.
"Stacy. I have a stiff back. After you close the office
come to my room. I need a backrub." There was no question in
Kat's mind but that Stacy would obey. She didn't wait around
for questions, she simply turned on her heel and left.
Stacy's jaw was left hanging open. It was true that
she owed Kat a favor, still, Kat could have asked. This
ordering her about wasn't necessary. She considered bringing
this up to Kat but the very idea caused her to quake inside.
What if Kat became angry? How much worse would her position
with Tom be if Kat left or withdrew her protection? It had
been bad enough before.
With no little trepidation Stacy knocked on Kat's door.
"Enter." She had obeyed, hesitantly.
"You are late." It was an accusation demanding an
explanation. Kat's eyes had been hard and cold.
"I'm sorry, Kat." She was shaking. "Some guests showed up
just before I closed. I had to wait on them." It seemed to her
that, although she had accepted the explanation, Kat was not
thrilled with it. "I'm really sorry, Kat," she apologized again.
"Enough." Kat made a quick motion with her hand, cutting
Stacy off. "I'm stiff and a bit sore. A back rub would be
very pleasing just now."
"You know, Kat," Stacy wanted to be helpful, "soaking in
the pool does wonders to relax you."
The reply was so cold Stacy shivered. "If I wanted to soak
in the pool, I'd be there now." Kat turned to let Stacy unzip
the back of her dress - much to Stacy's dismay. "Well, unzip
it. I'm not going to have you give me a back rub through the
dress. I like the friction of skin on skin."
Stacy unzipped the dress and Kat stepped out of it. She
seemed to be waiting for something and, with some shock, Stacy
realized Kat intended that she unhook her bra as well. With
trembling hands Stacy unhooked the bra. Kat hung it carefully
on the chair, and lay down. Her shoes and stockings had been
removed previously. Only a pair of silken panties stood
between Kat and total nudity.
As Kat turned to lie down, Stacy got a good look at her
breasts and her breath caught. They were wonderfully formed,
with lovely brown nipples centered in light brown areolae.
What had caused her breath to catch, however, was seeing that
the nipples were erect, as if Kat were excited. She blushed.
Fortunately Kat was turning to lie down and couldn't see.
Stacy approached the bed and sat on the side of it. There was
massage oil already sitting on the night table and she put
a few drops in her palm and rubbed her hands together.
Her hands were trembling as they reached out and touched
Kat's back. She made a few tentative strokes and was rewarded
by a small sigh from the woman below her. Some of her
nervousness subsided and she began long strokes up and down
Kat's back. Stacy knew she wasn't a great masseuse, although
there had been few complaints from her previous boyfriend, and
hoped that Kat would find her adequate to the task.
Her position, due to the height of the bed, was not a
good one for pressure strokes, but she did her best. As she
developed a rhythm her nervousness disappeared.
"Stacy." Her stomach fluttered.
"Yes, Kat?"
"You can get better pressure if you straddle my legs -
sit on the back of my thighs." Stacy hesitated. "Now, Stacy."
Thoughts went racing through her head. Should she run,
leave the room? Should she obey? What were the consequences
of each action? She desperately wished to run, instead she
obeyed and climbed up on the bed. Her skirt ran up her
thighs as she knelt over Kat.
Kat had been correct. She did have much better position
there and she put her weight to good use. Kat's quiet groans
testified to that. However, the job she was doing didn't
suit Kat's standards, for she began directing Stacy where and
how to stroke.
It was fortunate, Stacy thought, that she had quite an
aptitude for learning. Kat didn't seem the patient type.
The feel of Kat's skin under her hands had been a little
exciting. Eliciting the moans from her even more so. Every
time Kat gave any indication of enjoying the work Stacy was
doing, Stacy felt her heart leap. If she were able to keep
Kat happy, Kat would keep Tom away.
At last Kat had dismissed her, not even thanking her.
It had been hard work and she had been sweating by the end
of it. She went to her room to take a shower.
"Hi, Stacy, what's up?" Fred's voice brought her back
to the present.
"Kat would like to see you in the inner office as soon
as you can manage it."
"And she sent you to tell me?" Fred was a little
indignant. "What's wrong with her, broken a leg? I have half
a mind to get you to tell her to come herself if she wants to
talk to me. Does she think I have nothing better to do?"
Stacy became visibly agitated. "Please come, Fred.
Don't send me back with that message. Please?"
Fred relented. It wasn't Stacy with whom he was angry.
"Okay, Stacy, I'll come along and see what it is Kat wants."
Stacy looked pathetically grateful. "Is it worth it, Stacy?"
She was confused. "Is what worth it?"
"Your relationship with Kat. I don't like seeing you
so worried about what she might think." He patted her on
the shoulder kindly as she led him out the door.
"She's protecting me, Fred. It feels so good to know
that she cares about me, better to know that Tom will be
leaving me alone."
"That sort of protection carries a price-tag. Is it
worth it?"
"She's good to me," Stacy began defending Kat.
"I'm not saying otherwise, Stacy. All I am asking is,
is it worth the price?"
"Yes." The word was spoken defiantly.
"Then it's okay. I'd just hate to see you get hurt."
Fred's voice was mild.
"You're sweet, Fred, but I know what I'm doing." Stacy
wondered if she did, but wasn't going to admit that.
They walked into the office and Fred went to the inner
office while Stacy returned to her desk.
"Ah, Fred, do you know anything about computers?" Kat
asked him. "I can't get this program up and working. I
figured you would probably have some ideas."
The woman had some cheek - calling him in on the off
chance he knew about computers. If he didn't, then the whole
trip was a waste of time. Who the hell did she think she was?
He nodded to himself - of course. It's what she would do, being
who she was.
"I know a little. Let me take a look."
Kat vacated her seat for him and he sat down. She sat on
the edge of the desk and watched him carefully, as if she were
studying him. Which she probably was, he thought, grimly. Ten
minutes later he was finished. He stood and relinquished the
chair.
"You had an irq conflict and not enough memory. I resolved
the conflict and loaded DOS and a few other things high. It
should solve the problem." He turned to go.
"You did that well, and quickly." Kat was thoughtful.
"Why are you here?"
"Because you asked me," he replied innocently, well aware
that his answer wasn't to the question she had asked. "You
asked me at a time when I was quite busy with my duties. I
came. You owe me for that." He grinned to himself.
"And what would you like to square the debt?" Kat asked
him. She was fishing for information, he knew.
"Oh, I'm sure I'll think of something," he said in an
offhand manner and left her scowling behind him. Did she
think he'd be that easy? Big Jake was walking down the
boardwalk and he waved to him before returning to the kitchen.
Big Jake walked into the office, looking much more
relaxed. His hair was still wet and was combed straight back.
"Well, Stacy, you're sure looking good today." He leered
at her.
"Thank you, Big Jake," Stacy blushed and looked down.
"You ought to try one of those push-up bras - I think
it'd look real good on you - maybe one of those half-cups."
"Big Jake," Stacy began plaintively, "please."
"Here." He tossed her something, but it fell short,
landing on the floor. He stood waiting. "Go, on, pick it
up, it's for you." He had purposely thrown it short so she
would have to bend down to pick it up. Stacy looked around
for help, but there was none forthcoming. Her face was red
and she felt humiliated. She moved to pick up the souvenir
pin, for that was what it was, she now saw.
"MISTER Saunders." Stacy looked up to see Kat standing
like an avenging angel. Her heart began to beat faster.
"Mister Saunders. That is sexual harassment, and I
cannot allow it to continue." Her eyes were bright with the
prospect of battle. Stacy thrilled to her words and backed
up out of the line of fire, so to speak.
"Aw, come on, Kathy, it's all in fun."
"From where I stand it doesn't look much like fun for
Stacy. I don't think it's very funny either. It will stop
Mr. Saunders. It will stop now." Kat was all aglow, Stacy
thought. She was enjoying the confrontation, where Stacy
would have been paralyzed.
"Now look here, Kathy . . ." Big Jake was becoming
angry, but Kat interrupted him before he could finish what
he had begun.
"No. You look, Mister Saunders. If it doesn't cease,
I'm afraid there will be a sexual harassment suit. And you
know how the courts are these days, concerning sexual
harassment."
Big Jake was red in the face and Stacy began to fear for
Kat. She'd never seen him so angry before. Kat, however,
didn't appear worried.
"I hired you, young lady, and I can fire you . . ." Again
he was interrupted.
"I wonder what your potential investors would think about
a wrongful dismissal suit *and* a sexual harassment suit coming
about at the same time. Might make them reconsider, don't you
think, Mister Saunders?"
Big Jake seemed to run out of steam suddenly. Stacy
looked back to Kat, who appeared much larger than life. She
was relaxing slowly, knowing she had won.
"It's not much I'm asking, Big Jake," she said soothingly.
"All we are asking is for you to treat us with the respect
that employees are due. We, of course, will continue to
treat you with the respect that an employer is due. Think
of it this way: it will improve moral here and more work
will get done. Your staff will be happier and your customers
can only benefit. When they benefit they will be happier and
you will benefit, also. Is that too much to ask?" Kat was now
the very voice of reason.
"Guess, not," Big Jake huffed. He bent down and retrieved
the pin. He walked over to Stacy and handed it to her. "I
know you collect these, Stacy. I'm sorry," he apologized, "I
never wanted you to feel harassed or anything."
Stacy looked down at the pin. "Thank you, Big Jake, it
really is nice." He turned and stomped out. As soon as he
had disappeared from sight, Stacy turned to Kat.
"You did it," the excitement was too much for her and
she began jumping up and down. She ran over to Kat and hugged
her. "You did it, you did it," she repeated.
Kat allowed her the moment than disengaged from her. "We
still have an appointment in my room, Stacy. Close the office."
"Sure, Kat, sure. Let's go. I'll give you the best
back rub you've ever had."
At that moment Jennie walked in. "Hi, girls. I thought
I'd give you a break. Go on out and enjoy this magnificent
sunshine for a while. Come on back in ninety minutes."
"Thank you." The two women said in unison.
Stacy had expected this massage to follow the pattern
of the last. It wasn't to be. After she had helped Kat out
of her dress and bra, Kat turned and looked at her. Her
stomach began its familiar churning. She looked Kat in the
eyes as long as she could, but had to look down before Kat
broke contact.
"You must get quite hot when you give a massage." Kat
waited until Stacy felt she had to answer.
"I guess so, Kat." She wasn't sure she knew where this
was heading, but she was fairly sure she wouldn't like it.
"I don't want guesses from you. Do you or do you not
find that you become hot?"
"Yes. It is a hot job, Kat." She continued looking
down.
"Much better, Stacy." Stacy perked up a bit. "You must
continue to give straight answers." She paused and Stacy's
stomach resumed it churning. "Your skirt is quite abrasive
and distracting and I don't like that. I think we'll both
feel much better if you undress to the same level as I have."
Stacy's eyes rounded and her jaw dropped.
"Do you have a problem with that, Stacy."
Stacy raised her eyes to meet Kat's gaze. The level
stare from the cool green eyes unnerved her. She wished she
were anywhere else but here. She owed Kat, yes, but how much?
Yet if Kat abandoned her now, she'd have to face Big Jake
alone and she knew she couldn't do that. After the scene
downstairs he'd be after more than the odd look down her top,
and now she knew she wouldn't be able to say no. She'd either
have to give in or quit. She began to tremble.
"No, I guess not."
"Pardon." Again Kat sounded regal and imperious.
"No, Kat, I don't have a problem with that."
"With what, Stacy?"
"I don't have a problem with taking off my clothes to
give a massage, Kat."
"Ah, much better. You don't have to, of course. Do you
want to do this?" Stacy looked up relieved. The relief died
quickly as she saw Kat's face.
"Yes, Kat, I want to take off my clothes to give you a
massage. It'll be much more comfortable for both of us."
Stacy felt defeated.
"Well, if you think so. Okay. Let's get started." Kat
lay down on her back and watched as Stacy's trembling hands
began to unbutton her blouse.
The last button came undone and Stacy hesitated under
Kat's unwavering gaze. Then she mustered up her courage and
pulled the blouse from her skirt and shrugged it off. Kat
continued to watch impassively.
Her heart was pounding as she unclasped her skirt and
let it fall to the floor. Why was she doing this? Because
she had to. Not doing it, leaving Kat's protection, was
unthinkable. Stacy bent over and removed her shoes and
socks. There was something both degrading and liberating
about being without her clothes and, as Kat had correctly
stated, it was hot work. It would be more pleasant doing
it in this state of undress.
The massage oil, as before, was on the night table.
Stacy moved toward it, then stopped as Kat held up her hand.
"The same level, Stacy."
Stacy's face burned. "But my bra won't even touch you,
won't come near. Why would you want . . . ."
"The same level, Stacy." The words were colder this time.
Stacy gulped and unhooked her bra. There was a fraction
of a second's hesitation before it slipped off exposing her
breasts to the air.
Kat was appraising her. Stacy knew what she was seeing.
Her breasts were large, pear-like, with large pink areolae
capped with pink nubbins which pointed slightly downwards.
Her waist flared out into wide hips and down into nicely
shaped legs. A nice hour-glass figure. She wished that her
ass was a little less plump, but one has to live with what
one gets - the thought of any sort of surgery, besides being
too expensive, was too frightening to contemplate for long.
She had always been slightly embarrassed about her looks -
the boys had always given her those long leering looks. Kat,
however, seemed to be suitably impressed. She nodded at Stacy
and turned over to allow her to begin her work.
Stacy began as Kat had instructed, with long light strokes
to her back. She straddled Kat's legs, as before, feeling Kat's
skin against her own in an unrestricted way which she had not
before felt, and her stomach did a flip flop. Her pressure
strokes began. Again, every time Kat moaned in delight, Stacy
was proud that it was her strokes which were doing this. She
bent her head down and continued work with a passion.
"Stacy."
"Yes, Kat?" Had she done something wrong? But, no, there
was no tone of censure in Kat's tone.
"You are free of Big Jake and Tom now. Do you realize
what that means?"
It had been so long since she had had such freedom that
she didn't. She started thinking of how it would feel to
simply go to work, go about her job and not feel pressured
or put upon by her co-workers. Mel, she thought, had a
thing for her, but was too embarrassed to mention it. Fred,
on the other hand, was simply kind and she felt no pressure
from him at all. Actually, Fred she wouldn't mind getting
closer to.
She was free! A sense of euphoria rose within her.
What to do with her freedom, though? She just didn't know.
She had never expected to reach this position, this position
she had always dreamed of. Now that she had, there was no
dream to carry her on. It would take time, she supposed, to
accustom herself to her new freedom. Damn Big Jake, Tom and
others like them who had kept her down for so long! Thank
God Kat had come along and put them in their place.
"Stacy?"
Oh, no, she hadn't answered Kat's last question.
"Yes, Kat?" Here it comes, she thought.
"I'd like you to think of what you'd like to do. Think
out loud. I'm interested in your thoughts."
Kat was interested in what she had to say? Nobody had
ever been that interested in what was in her head, only in
what was in her bra and panties.
"Gee, Kat. It's all been so sudden. I don't know what
I want. Maybe just to bask in this sense of freedom. I feel
really up, you know, really up. It's never been this way
before. I guess I don't know what I want . . . Sorry. I
don't really know what I want. It may take some time."
"You'll have time, Stacy. Oh, that feels good, just a
little harder."
Stacy put a little more pressure into her strokes.
"You know, it feels so good being up that I'm mad that they
kept me down."
"They?"
"Tom, Big Jake, men. Sometimes I'd like to punish them
all . . ." At these words Kat began to twist, to turn over.
Stacy moved to give her room to turn, then relaxed back down
on her thighs. Kat moved a pillow under her head and gazed up
at Stacy. She was pondering something. Stacy wondered if
she'd said something wrong.
"Punish them?" Kat seemed intrigued.
"Oh, it's just a thought." Stacy's face turned hard.
"But sometimes I'd like to hurt them, the way they've hurt me,
treating me like I wasn't really human, just something to use.
When I think of how I used to feel when I went in to get
something to eat," tears began forming, "just wanting to
enjoy some food - " her voice cracked, "'cause he cooks so
well, damn him - and have to take all those leers, the nasty
double meanings in everything he said . . . . Why'd he do that
to me, Kat, why?" The tears were coming freely now.
Kat reached out to take Stacy's hands, to comfort her,
but Stacy jerked them back. She didn't want to be comforted.
Anger welled up, and she wiped away the tears. Her voice,
when it came, was harsh.
"I want to pay them, him, back, Kat. That's what I want.
Revenge." She stopped speaking.
"Revenge can be a costly undertaking, Stacy." Kat's
voice was soft, but her eyes were bright. "It might be
better to just enjoy the freedom you have." Kat seemed to
be giving her an out, and Stacy loved her for it.
"I'll pay the price, Kat." A light burst in her brain.
"That's why you're here, isn't it? You're going to get him,
aren't you? You're going to show him who's the boss, aren't
you? I'll help, I'll do anything." She was excited now.
"No, Stacy, not him." Disappointment crashed down about
Stacy's shoulders. "Not *just* him. All of them, Stacy, all
of them. Do you still want to help?"
"Yes. Definitely."
"It will mean doing whatever I say, when I say it. You
may not like some of the things I ask you to do."
Stacy had the feeling that although Kat appeared to be
trying to talk her out of it, she was drawing her in further
and further - deliberately. She looked down and saw Kat's
breasts, nipples erect, moving up and down with her breathing.
She was breathing quickly, the look on her face, the look
beneath the quiet considerate look, was one of triumph. There
was a moment of doubt, but it passed. "I want, Kat, I want."
"Good."
Stacy flung herself forward, squashing her breasts against
Kat's and hugged her. Her head was next to Kat's ear. "Thank
you, Kat, thank you," she breathed.
"Okay, Stacy, you can get up now."
Stacy released her hold on Kat and clambered to her feet.
"On the dresser you will find a small black choker. If
you put it on, you will be mine." Stacy picked up the choker.
"It will be a constant reminder that you belong to me, that
you must do what I say." Stacy studied the small piece of
cloth in her hands. "If you do not obey quickly, or well
enough, you will be punished." Stacy looked up. "Do you
understand?"
"If I don't obey you to your satisfaction you will
punish me." She paused. "But if I please you, I'll get to
punish the others?"
"You will get your revenge," Kat agreed. "Be sure you
want to do this. If you ever take off the choker and return
it to me, or if I take it back, you will lose all your
privileges - you will be back where you were before I took
you in. You can remain where you are now, you don't have to
put it on, but once you do, there is no turning back."
Stacy placed the black cloth about her neck without
hesitation. "I am yours. I want to wear it."
There was triumph on Kat's face, naked triumph.
"You have pleased me. Your actions and your massage have
pleased me. As a reward I will allow you to suckle at my
breasts." Stacy's eyes lit up and she hurried forward to
join Kat on the bed. She had pleased Kat!
Kat held Stacy's head and guided it to her breast. Her
nipple was suddenly encased in warm wetness. It ached as it
became even stiffer. She felt the tingling run from her
nipple down and through her body. She was alive with the
triumph of the moment, and this was the cap of it. Her first
victory. Stacy was hers, now, and the others would soon
follow. She would use Stacy - ah, that felt so good, Stacy
was flicking her nipple with her tongue - to get the others.
Mel would be easy pickings, she figured. Tom - difficult,
yet manageable. She only had to set up the right set of
circumstances and he would be had. Fred was the wild card,
yet he, too, would succumb eventually. Of that she was
sure. She had never failed before, and would not this time.
Big Jake? Well, that would depend on Jennie. Jennie . . .
A warm wave of contentment went through her, disrupting
her thoughts. It was always the same, this joy at the first
conquest. Stacy had a nimble tongue. Perhaps she would use
it to better effect than on her breasts only. But that could
wait. Kat didn't want to scare her off.
Oh, yes, that felt good. She pulled at Stacy's hair
and led her to the other breast. Stacy put as much as she
could in her mouth, sucking and licking at it. She pet
Stacy on the head. A good pet. Yes, she was a good pet,
indeed.
"That's enough, Stacy. You didn't please me excessively."
Stacy looked disappointed as she gave up the nipple. She stood
and Kat followed her up.
"I think I need a shower now. You may soap me." Stacy's
eyes lit again with the chance to please her friend, her
mistress. "You may take off my panties."
Stacy went immediately to her knees and pulled Kat's
panties gently down. Kat was indeed a true red-head, as Stacy
would see. There was a bush of fine red hair on her mound,
neatly trimmed. Kat watched as she stood once more. She
merely gazed at Stacy, waiting. The light of understanding
lit Stacy's face - to the same level. Stacy pulled down her
own panties and left them lying on the floor as she followed
Kat into the bathroom.
The water was warm and Stacy's hands were slippery with
soap. Her hands roamed up and down Kat's body, teasing her
breasts, stomach and legs. Kat's moans of satisfaction
guided her. The more she moaned, the more attention Stacy
paid to that particular area. The undersides of Kat's breasts
had received much attention, as had her nipples. Stacy
wondered how far she should go. Suddenly it was obvious - she
belonged to Kat now. Her hand, thick with suds moved between
Kat's legs and began stroking and soaping her there. Kat's
breathing quickened and Stacy felt the joy within her rise.
She soaped Kat up and rinsed her down then soaped her up again.
Kat's legs were beginning to tremble and in a sudden bit of
daring, Stacy found her clit and began to wash it carefully and
thoroughly. She looked up through the stream of water to
see Kat's arms were above her head, her hands holding on to
the showerhead for support. Her head was back and she was
breathing through her mouth, trembling, her breasts jiggling
like jello. Stacy grinned and reached one hand up to still
a breast, then to rub the nipple while the other kept up its
work on Kat's clit. Kat must be washed clean, she thought
joyously. The trembling grew and grew and Stacy stroked
faster and faster.
"Oh, yes!" Kat took in great draughts of breath and
slowly collapsed down, down. Stacy felt her head being drawn
back to a nipple. She fastened on and began to lick and
suck once more, the water cascading over them both.
She had pleased her mistress. She was ecstatic.
"Oh, Kat, you're so beautiful," she murmured as she
switched breasts.
"Mistress Kathryn," Kat corrected her gently, stroking
her hair.
"Mistress Kathryn," Stacy agreed.
HOTSPRINGS
Chapter 4
Much to her surprise and delight, Kat discovered that the
passkey Jennie had given her unlocked all of the second floor
bedroom doors as well as the more public areas below. That
included the Saunders' apartment as well, which was where she
now stood. Big Jake was with Mel, looking at the camp sites
and Jennie was with Stacy in the office. Stacy had orders to
keep her there, no matter what, until her mistress had given
her the all clear signal.
She gave a cursory look around the kitchen, and living
room. They didn't interest her much. The bathroom was neat
and clean. Again there was not much out of the ordinary.
Looking through the medicine cabinet she noted that Jennie
used birth control pills.
Kat left the bathroom and entered the bedroom. Her eyes
immediately went to the bed and she noted the straps where
Fred had told her they were, attached to the posts at the
headboard. There was a night table on either side of the
bed, each with a lamp on it. A radio perched on one night
table as well.
Kat dropped to her knees and looked under the bed. She
could see nothing. She pulled the bed out from the wall
fractionally and there it was. Good. A free electrical
outlet was plain to see, but where the Saunders wouldn't
have cause to look. She pulled a small device from her
bag and plugged it in. It sat quietly against the wall,
where it wouldn't be detected. She pushed the bed back
into place.
The night table to the left held nothing more than
a few paperbacks - adult action/adventure - magazines, cough
drops and a few papers. She quickly scanned through the
papers. There was nothing to interest her. The other
night table belonged to Jennie.
A wide grin split Kat's face as she came across two
nice large vibrators, hidden under some panties and stockings.
One was a wand vibrator with a large ball at the end, the
other was of the insertable variety. It would fill one up,
she thought as she clicked it on. Hmmm. Quite powerful.
Three to one odds that Big Jake never even suspected that
Jennie had them. Men were so vain. Six to one odds that
they would get a good workout during the time Jake was in
the capital.
The closet held little of interest. Wait a moment. In
a box, hidden under dirty laundry, there were a few toys.
Interesting. Apparently Jake and Jennie had a kinky side
which went a little beyond the tie up games which they
evidently played.
Kat glanced out the window to see Big Jake and Mel
returning to the complex. It was time to go. She quickly
checked around, making sure nothing had been disturbed, then
vacated the room. She heard the click of a door closing and
looked around. Nothing. She shrugged and walked to the
common room.
In the common room Kat picked up the telephone and dialed
the office.
"Hotsprings Campsite, Stacy speaking."
"All clear, Stacy. Jennie still there?"
"Yes, ma'am. The office is open until 9 pm. If you get
here later, just find an empty site and come and see us in the
morning. Take care, now. Bye." Very clever, Stacy.
Tom would be busy in the Kitchen, so Kat carefully entered
his room. Fred was next door, taking an early afternoon nap so
she had to keep quiet.
Tom's room was reasonably neat - for a man's room. She
looked in the closet. Nothing interesting. The bathroom was
also unexceptional. Nothing under the bed. Ah, the dresser.
She opened the drawers one by one. At the third one her eyes
opened wide.
"Mmph." She smothered her sudden outburst. Stomach
shaking, she closed the drawer, trying to keep calm, finding
it impossible. With shaking hands she opened the door,
stepped outside and closed it behind her. As quietly as she
could she ran to her room, let herself in and threw herself on
the bed, smothering her laughter in her pillow. It lasted a
long time. Finally she rolled over and relaxed, holding her
aching sides. She shook her head at the recollection.
In the drawer, in neatly labeled, tightly sealed zip-loc
bags, were a series of women's panties. The labels gave names
and dates. The zip-loc bags were, she supposed, to keep the
scent fresh and vibrant. The foremost bag was labeled "Linda
Johnson".
Kat shook her head once more. "Tom, Tom, Tom, whatever
are we going to do with you?" A thought occurred to her and
a wicked smile crossed her face.
Recovered, Kat moved to investigate the final room:
Mel's. In his sock drawer she found several copies of men's
magazines. 'Why do they always keep them in their sock
drawers?' she wondered.
"Hi, Mel." Kat found him in the Laundry room, restocking
the soap dispenser and cleaning out the lint traps of the
driers. He looked up sharply at her greeting. A bit of the
nervous sort, she suspected.
"How is it that we've not yet met?" Her eyes ran up and
down the nineteen year old body in front of her. He was a
well built young man - not like a weight lifter, more like a
swimmer. Sleek and powerful, she thought. Blonde hair,
blue eyes and a nice tan. Not much experience, she figured.
He'd be easy pickings.
"I don't know - Kat?" She nodded. "I guess I keep busy."
He avoided looking in her eyes. "Like now. Have to finish
the laundry room." He moved away from her, glancing out the
side window to the pool. Kat followed his gaze and saw two
young women come out of the pool to sit on its edge.
"Well, I'll let you get to it," she said. "I have some
things to do as well. See you later."
"Later," he echoed as she turned and walked out the door.
He saw her pass by the window, heading back towards the lunch
counter. His eyes followed her until she disappeared, then
snapped back to the two young women. They were slowly getting
to their feet.
It was lucky Kat had been busy, too. This was too good
to miss. He hurriedly finished loading the soap dispenser with
the little boxes of soap and was out the door.
"Ladies," he smiled as the two women passed in front of
him, heading for the change rooms. One of them said something
to the other, who giggled a little. Mel moved on to the
supply room to return the extra soap boxes.
Once inside he ensured that the door was locked. He
flicked the main lights off. Now the only light was provided
by a single low wattage bulb near the door. He walked over to
a stack of boxes which lined the wall and with practiced ease
pulled two very light ones from the stack and set them aside.
There was an old poster, from some movie which had been made
before he was born, tacked to an old corkboard which was,
apparently, fastened to the wall. He swiveled the latches
which held the corkboard to the wall and pulled it free.
He turned and set it aside, grabbed a chair which sat
conveniently on another box and sat down looking to the hole
in the wall.
It had cost him a pretty penny to buy the one way mirror.
Once he had it, it was one late night's work to exchange it with
the original and to cut the hole in the wall behind it. Now he
had a picture window into one of the women's shower stalls.
In the men's change room there were simply six shower
heads along a wall - no privacy. In the women's change room,
however, there were stalls. Against the one side there was
a shower, against the other a small table and mirror, with
a power outlet for hand-held hair driers.
It was through this mirror that Mel now looked. The
shower stall was empty. He grimaced and almost decided to
leave, then changed his mind. A couple more minutes wouldn't
hurt.
A woman appeared in front of him and set her bag down
on the table. It was one of the women he had passed. She was
about twenty-three, he guessed. Blonde and tall. The bathing
suit she wore didn't hide much. A pair of pert breasts, not
large, but not small either. She had a nice ass, but it was a
little on the skinny side. Mel grinned. The job had its
perks. He reached down, unclasped his pants and undid the
zipper.
He had experimented and discovered that sound would make
its way from the shower to the supply room and the other way
also, but not to the same extent. As long as he was careful
to make no loud sounds the woman would be unable to hear him.
When the shower was on it would be near impossible. However,
he would be able to hear a fair bit of what was said on the
other side - not that much was ever said.
"We'll share," he heard faintly through the wall. The
other woman, younger - perhaps nineteen or twenty - walked in.
"All the other showers are in use," she said.
This one was a brunette, about four inches shorter than
the first one, but with larger breasts and a plumper ass. She
dropped her bag alongside the other one. They both looked into
the mirror and smiled at their reflections.
"That's right, babes, smile at me," Mel whispered, as he
shifted and pulled his underwear down. He reached down and
began to slowly stroke his soft cock.
"Flip for first?" the brunette asked.
"I was here first, Sally, I shower first," the blonde
answered. "Besides, you should show respect for your older
sister." She grinned.
"Yeah, sure. That's what you always say, Karen. Oh,
well, I guess you're right. Age before beauty - ouch!" Karen
had slapped Sally on her butt. "I'll tell dad."
Karen stuck out her tongue at her younger sister as she
untied her top, allowing Mel his first look at her nipples.
"Yes!" he exulted. The relative coolness of the shower
room, along with the evaporation of the water from them, had
her nipples growing erect. They were the size of pencil
erasers.
"Nice tits," Sally grinned at Karen, who had bent over to
remove her bottoms. Her breasts hung down towards the floor,
nipples scratching at the air.
"That's for sure," Mel murmured, his cock slowly growing
under his ministrations.
"Bitch." Karen laughed and moved into the shower. Karen
made a show of wiggling her ass as she walked, much to the
amusement of Sally.
For Mel, however, it was like a dream come true. Two
women showing off for each other. His cock was now semi-erect.
He didn't want to rush things. With two of them there he could
take his time.
The shower sprang to life and Karen moved under it, lifting
her face up to it. The water ran down her hair and on down her
back. Nice ass, thought Mel. He was hard now and had made a
circle of his thumb and fingers into which his cock fit nicely.
With slow light strokes he moved his hand up and down his cock,
enjoying the light friction. He licked at his lips as Karen
turned and allowed the hot water to stream down her back. She
had a nice thatch of pussy hair, thick and blonde as well,
though somewhat darker than the hair on her head.
Mel stared at her crotch, transfixed, and increased the
friction on his cock slightly. "Mmm, yes, soap it up, baby,
soap it up."
Karen had moved out of the spray and was soaping her
body. The white suds were beautiful on her tanned skin.
She took her time soaping her breasts and between her legs and
Mel's cock gave a little jump. He stopped stroking and pulled
off his t-shirt.
Leaning back in his chair, now, Mel renewed his stroking.
With his left hand he ran his fingers all over his chest,
imagining it to be Karen who was doing the rubbing. "Ah, yes,
baby," he murmured. There was a tightness in his stomach as
his excitement grew. God, they were beautiful, both of them.
Sally was watching her sister in the mirror, yet it seemed as
if she were watching him. "For you, baby, for you."
White streams of suds flowed down Karen's legs as the
shower spray rinsed the soap from her. She turned around
a few times, allowing the water to rinse every inch of skin.
Then she was finished and was squeezing the water from her
hair.
"Your turn, sis."
"Humph. Not much of a show. Nice wiggle on the way in,
though. Is that how you do it for Bill?"
"Slut."
"Hussy."
Karen picked up her towel as Sally freed her breasts.
They were nice and fleshy. She boosted them with her hands,
while looking in the mirror. "This is what men want, sis,
something they can hold on to."
"Bull. This is what they want," Karen touched her pussy,
"something they can sink into." The two broke out laughing,
and Sally bounced her way into the shower.
Karen was drying herself off right in front of him while
Sally was soaping herself in the background. Mel began
stroking himself faster and faster. He wanted to be finished
before Karen covered up those lovely pert tits.
Tensions increased and Mel stretched out his legs until
his feet were pressing against the boxes in front of him. He
pushed, feeling the tightness travel up his legs to his stomach.
His butt was at the edge of his seat and he was leaning back,
putting his body into an almost straight line. Breathing
through his mouth now, he increased the friction of his hand.
His cockhead was large and dark in the dim light and becoming
very sensitive.
Sally was bent over, soaping her legs, her breasts hanging,
water splashing off her shoulders. It could be his hand there,
soaping and stroking. It could be him taking those tits into
his mouth. He was stiff and his stomach as hard as a board.
His head was back, pressing against the box behind him and
only by looking down his nose, through slitted eyes, could
he see the twin visions of beauty in front of him.
His hips began rocking and occasionally he'd lose the
rhythm. His fist moved faster, feeling the buildup towards
orgasm. What a lovely pussy. He'd love to be in it, pumping
hard, making her gasp with pleasure. He could feel those
breasts, mashed against his chest; those lips, whispering in
his ear, urging him on and on, crying out in ecstasy. The
blonde, watching, diddling herself, waiting her turn to be
fucked. Yes, he'd fuck them, fuck them both. One sister at
a time while the other one watched. He'd fuck the brunette,
hard and fast, until she came, then bury himself in that
blonde pussy, feel those eraser-tip nipples rubbing against
his chest, see those blue eyes half closed with the pleasure
his cock was giving her.
The brunette would be at his side, wide eyed, saying
'Fuck her, fuck her hard. Make her come,' as she knelt down
for a better look at his cock parting her sister's pussy. He'd
move her legs up over his shoulders. She'd know there would
be nothing she could do, now, but get taken by him, fucked by
him . . . by him.
"Oh God!" he gasped. It was now. He forced himself to
look the blonde in the eyes as his body tensed. "Take it baby,
take it all," he whispered, then groaned as his hips stopped
moving, as everything tensed, stopped - except his fist.
He jerked upright as the cum splashed onto his chest,
relaxed back then jerked upright again, still pumping. Then
with a sigh, all tension draining, he lowered himself back
down. It had been a good one.
"Thanks, babes," he murmured, looking at the two pairs
of breasts, through the one way glass. "You were great."
Mel absently reached out his hand to grab some of the
tissues which were sitting on the box next to him. He started
as he felt the tissues being placed in his hand.
"Wha . . ."
"Interesting show, Mel," Kat purred. "So, which one do
you like best? I kind of prefer the blonde. She's more
mature, but the brunette has a hot little body, wouldn't you
say?"
Mel wasn't saying anything. His mind was blank. He
could only stare, unbelievingly, at Kat, standing above him,
looking through his picture window. Kat looked down at him
and smiled.
"Well, Mel, which one were you in when you came? It
looked like you were concentrating on the blonde, but it was
difficult to tell from where I was. Which one?" The last
two words, though spoken in a whisper were like a whip.
"The b-blonde," he stuttered, trying vainly to think of
an excuse, to find a way out of his predicament.
"Ah, that's better. See, we can have a quiet little talk
if you answer my questions." Mel didn't know where she was
leading so he simply nodded his head. "Good."
"How'd you . . ."
"Get in?" Mel nodded. "I have a passkey. I found your
little window the other day. You should have disposed of
your tissues a little better. I smelled your cum in the air.
It didn't take long to figure it out."
Mel was mortified. He was slowly coming out of his
paralysis. The implications were staggering. This woman,
this Kat, could do terrible things with what she knew. He'd
be fired - or worse. He didn't want to think about the 'worse'.
Kat brought it up for him. The whir of a hair-drier on the
other side of the mirror allowed them to talk normally.
"What do you think those young ladies," she pointed at
the two who were now finishing dressing, "would say if they
knew about all this? What do you think their father would say?"
Mel didn't want to think about that. He swallowed, hard.
"You're going to tell them?" He closed his eyes, thinking of
the shame.
"I don't want to, Mel," Kat said kindly. "And I'm sure
we can make a little deal so I won't have to."
"Tom says you're a dominatrix." Mel wanted, badly, to
change the subject.
"Does he now?" Kat asked and Mel nodded. "It's a
limiting label, but it has its uses. If you like it, you can
use it." She smiled at him.
To Mel there was no smile, simply the baring of teeth.
It was worse than he imagined. Suddenly he realized that he
was practically naked in front of her. He blushed. The
humiliation was furthered when he realized she had watched
him beating off.
"Tell you what, Mel: you think on what I've said. We'll
talk later - after you've cleaned yourself up and dressed.
How's that sound?"
"Okay." Anything to get her out of there.
Kat bared her teeth again and turned away. Oh God, what
had he gotten himself into? He watched as she slipped out
the door. He slumped into the chair, his dreams crashing
around him.
Another woman entered the shower that the sisters had
vacated, but Mel's eyes were blind to her features. All he
knew was that he had to get out.
"Hi Tom." Stacy walked into the lunch counter.
"Hello, Stacy. What can I do for you?"
"Jennie asked me to get her a bottle of catsup." Stacy
breathed deeply of the freedom from Tom's former attitude.
"Sure thing." Tom reached under the counter and came
up with a new bottle. As he handed it to her he became aware
of the choker.
"Nice choker, Stacy," he said with a straight face, "it
suits you."
"Thank-you, Tom," Stacy couldn't believe how the atmosphere
had changed since Mistress Kathryn had come. She made an
effort to think of Kat as Mistress Kathryn so as not to
displease her if caught off guard. "Mistress Kathryn gave it
to me."
"I thought so." Tom spoke kindly, much to Stacy's
surprise. "You poor thing. You don't know what you've gotten
yourself into. But I'll enjoy watching."
Stacy's anger flared. "I am not a poor thing."
"You're just a pet now, Stacy. Kat's pet." He chuckled
as a connection was made, "Yes, a pet cat - a pussy."
Stacy's face burned. "You'll be talking out of the
other side of your mouth when we're finished with you." She
turned and stomped out, leaving Tom looking thoughtful.
"Have you seen Mel lately, Fred?"
Kat, Fred and Stacy were sitting around the table in
the communal kitchen. Fred had been experimenting and the
three were enjoying the fruits of his experiment - a rice
dish with cubed chicken breast in a white sauce.
Fred looked up and answered Kat negatively. "Haven't
seen him all day, actually. Strange, that. He usually
shows up for supper. Maybe today he decided to eat
in the lunch counter."
"Perhaps," Kat agreed. "Excellent dinner, Fred."
"Thank you." He grinned. "Is this another one you owe
me?" He was not serious, his manner was joking, it was obvious
he was joking, yet Kat seemed to take him seriously.
"It could be, but only if you tell me what you want in
return. I like to pay off my debts promptly." Her green eyes
were cool and calm.
"You don't give up, do you?"
"Never."
Fred took a deep breath. This was becoming tiring.
Perhaps he could end it here - he didn't think so, but it was
worth a try.
"Okay, then, I'll tell you." He paused and Kat's eyes
brightened. Not so fast, my dear, I won't play your game.
"I'm willing to cancel all favors you owe me by the simple
expedient of your ceasing to play this game of yours with me.
Just leave me alone and we're even." The gleam in her eyes
faded, replaced with a calculating stare.
"No. You haven't earned that much."
Fred burst out laughing, which didn't seem to improve
Kat's disposition. "You just don't get it, do you, Kat?"
She made no move to answer. "Okay, I'll tell you then. I
don't hold favors as being owed. You don't owe me anything,
Kat, you never did. And, unless I specifically enter into
an agreement, I don't consider any favors you do me as placing
me in your debt.
"And now, ladies, I see it is time for me to head down
and help Tom. No rest for the working poor, huh?" He gave
them a wave. Something occurred to him and he stopped. He
paused a moment before turning. When he did turn, Kat's eyes
were on him. Calculating. Had he given something away?
"Kat, you've been trying to get information from and about
me. You want to use it to ensnare me, no doubt." Kat's face
was expressionless. He felt suddenly old and sad. "You have
nothing I want, Kat. You never did. Give it up. Leave me
alone. Play your games with the others." He paused for a
moment, suppressing memories. "Besides, you keep it up and I
leave. There's nothing keeping me here." That wasn't
completely true but, if it could get her off his back, a small
lie wouldn't hurt too much. Fred forced a smile onto his face.
"See, you can't win." He spun around and left.
The hollow sound of his steps as he descended the stairs
reverberated in his mind. Talking to her had been a mistake.
It simply brought up things better left covered.
"What do you know about him, Stacy?" Kat was beginning
to doubt her ability to get Fred. If he truly wanted nothing,
she couldn't, as he put it, win.
"Nothing, really, Mistress. He's a real nice person.
He never treated me badly in any way." Stacy wanted to help
but couldn't.
"Does he like you?"
Stacy smiled, "Oh, I'm sure he does. But he seems to
like everybody. He's friendly, but he's friendly to everyone."
"Has he ever mentioned why he's working here? I've read
his application. He doesn't say much in it, yet his abilities
and his manner seem to indicate that he's well educated. Why
is he working as a cook?"
"He hasn't said anything, Mistress. Wait." Stacy thought
back. There was something. Kat waited patiently. "Oh, yes.
He once said that having a degree didn't always mean anything.
I think he was talking about himself."
"Thank you, Stacy, that may help. You can go back down
to the office now."
Stacy smiled broadly as she rose and cleared up the dishes.
She left feeling good about herself. She had helped her Mistress
again.
Kat remained at the table, lost in thought, until she
heard Jennie coming up the stairs. Jake was already in their
apartment and, as this was his last day at Hotsprings Campsite
before his expedition into the capital, it stood to reason
that things might become hot once Jennie arrived. Kat rose
and placed her glass in the sink, Stacy could clean it later,
then made her way back toward her room.
She had almost reached her door when she realized that
this was the perfect opportunity to take a look in Fred's
room. She turned back to his door and, with a careful look
around her, put the passkey in the lock. To her surprise
the door had not been locked. She stepped in quickly and
closed the door behind her.
For a moment she thought that she was in the wrong room,
in the empty room. There were no pictures on the walls.
Nothing stood on the dresser, nor on the night table. It was
as if no one occupied the room. The bed was neatly made, the
floor clean.
Kat opened the closet door. Clothes hung neatly on the
hangers. Two suitcases stood on the floor. She pulled them
out and opened them. Nothing. She replaced them.
The dresser drawers held little. All that he had, she
realized, would fit in the two small cases. Fred was more
of a mystery than she had expected. She turned to the
night table. There was a bag in the lower compartment. It
held a 35mm camera. A good one. There were two other lenses
in it and a single roll of film. Nothing else. She opened
the night table drawer. Within was a small box and a few
assorted items: A pen, car keys, cough drops, some loose
change. She lifted the box out carefully, so as to disturb
nothing else. Damn. It was locked. She replaced it and
exited the room after checking to see that the bathroom had
the same empty quality to it that the bedroom did.
Very, very interesting. Who was this young man?
Back in her room, Kat took out a little receiver and
plugged her earphones into it. She turned it on. It was the
receiver set from a Baby-Minder. Parents were encouraged to
place the transmitter in their baby's room and take the
receiver with them so they could monitor their baby from any
room in the house. It had become quite a popular item. Kat
had her own ideas about useage and their worth.
The transmitter now sat behind the Saunders' bed, plugged
into the spare receptacle. Now she would be able to hear
whatever went on. She turned up the volume and adjusted her
earphones. Ah, yes. They were there, all right, just as she
had suspected they would be.
"You look so lovely, Jennie, spread like that. It makes
me hard just to look at you." Jakes voice was fairly clear.
"Come inside me, honey. I'm ready." Kat could imagine
her, spread-eagled on the bed.
"I know you are, but you're going to have to beg." He
laughed as she gave a sudden gasp. Had he suddenly introduced
a finger into her?
"What are you doing?" Ah, she was wearing the blindfold
that Kat had discovered in the little box.
"You like?" He chuckled.
"It tickles." The feather? There were some squeaking
sounds as if she were trying, unsuccessfully of course, to
escape her bonds, shaking the bed in her attempts.
"Mmmm." It was an erotic hum. Was he flicking her
nipples with the feather? Perhaps drawing it down her oh
so sensitive neck and across her breasts? Kat realized that
she was becoming wet as she struggled to interpret the sounds
she was hearing. She quickly undressed and lay down on her
own bed.
It would be nice to kick Big Jake out and continue working
on Jennie herself. Jennie continued to make little humming,
mewling noises. Kat imagined flicking the feather across
Jennie's nipples, seeing her breasts sloshing about as she
tried to avoid the little caresses. She touched her own
nipples. Ah, yes, that would be what Jennie would be feeling.
That glorious current running between the nipples, the
trigger for deeper sensations within the core. Oh, yes.
A sudden gasp. Had Jake transferred his attention to
Jennie's unprotected cunt? Was the feather stroking her clit,
now bared by her widespread legs? Or was the feather gently
caressing her cuntlips? Kat's fingers moved down to gently
stroke her own labia. She would have Jennie begging for
release before she stopped.
"Like it down there?" Yes, she had been right.
"Come inside me," the voice was pleading. Not a chance.
Make her beg first.
Another gasp. A flick on the clit? Kat flicked her own
and gave a gasp herself. Jennie would be helpless, at her
mercy.
"What's your hurry?" Good. "We have plenty of time.
Here, suck on my finger, make it good and wet." Kat put a
finger in her mouth and tasted her own juices on it. She
hummed, with Jennie, in contentment.
That's it Jennie, get it good and wet, you know where
it's going. Poor, Jennie. What a lovely body to play with,
to tease, to drive wild. No release for poor Jennie - not soon
at any rate.
A sucking sound - had the finger been suddenly removed?
Kat removed her own and positioned it at her portal, at Jennie's
portal, ready to plunge deep inside.
The cry. Her finger plunged inside and she, too, cried out
Jennie's cry. Whimper, Jennie, whimper as the finger moves in
and out; thrash about, unable to escape. Buck those hips in the
air as the finger rides you.
Kat was wetter than she'd been in a long time. Her hips
gyrated as her finger plunged in and out. Now a second joined
the first even as she heard yet another cry through the phones.
"Jake, Jake. Please stop. I'm going to come. I want you
inside me when I come. Please Jake. I'm begging, Jake, I'm
begging. Please come in me, please." Not good enough, Jennie,
not good enough.
Kat rode herself, her breathing ragged, as she would ride
Jennie, forcing her breathing to come in great gasps and gulps,
forcing her to cry out, begging for more.
"I'm sorry I asked you to let me tie you up Jake. I'm
sorry." She sounded sorry. Not good enough Jennie, you know
what to do, do it. "Fuck me, Jake. Please, fuck me. Use me,
fuck me, put it in and fuck me hard, please, Jake, I'm begging."
Yes! Beg like a slut, Jennie. Beg to be used.
"You want to be fucked?" Jake's voice was harsh, rasping.
"Yes, Jake, fuck me, fuck me good."
The bed creaked. Kat withdrew her fingers then placed a
third with the other two, waiting. Okay, Jennie, you want to be
fucked, I'll fuck you. I have a strap-on, Jennie, you'll like
that.
Kat listened intently. She cried out almost as Jennie
cried out and Jake grunted. The three fingers plunged inside
as Jakes cock parted Jennie's cunt and drove in to the hilt.
The ride became a wild one, the three fingers driving in and
out while the first two fingers of the other hand stroked and
rubbed her clit ever faster.
Kat's hips came off the bed, her legs pushing them ever
higher, poised on the moment, timing it exactly. Her center
was a liquid volcano, ready to erupt, sitting on the edge.
Ecstasy only a moment away. You can't fight it, Jennie. Now,
Jennie, now.
The wail in her ears matched the wail in her throat as
she pitched that last inch upwards, the warmth exploding in
waves throughout her, until her trembling thighs could hold
her no longer and she collapsed to the bed, panting heavily.
She was covered with a sheen of sweat, and she pulled
the sheet over herself as she slowly came down, hearing her
own soft words calming and soothing Jennie.
It had been wild, she thought, as her heavy eyelids
closed. Wild and wonderful. And, as a bonus, an important
piece of information had come her way. The smile creasing
her lips faded as she drifted off to a warm and wonderful
sleep.
HOTSPRINGS
Chapter 5
It was a rarity. All the employees of Hotsprings Campsite
were together at the breakfast table. All that is, except Mel.
Big Jake entered the common kitchen looking grim. Fred was
the first to see him. His welcoming smile did nothing to ease
the set of Big Jake's face.
"Morning, Big Jake. How's it going."
The others looked around and greeted him. Tom had a mouth
full of eggs and merely waved, the women wished him a good
morning. He wished it were a good morning, but it wasn't.
"I have some bad news. I was supposed to leave today, as
you know - actually I must leave. I have meetings scheduled
for tomorrow morning. Now this happens." He looked angry.
"What happens, Big Jake?" Stacy asked softly, setting
down the piece of toast she had in her hand and giving him
her full attention.
"Mel up and quits. No notice, nothing. So I'm going to
have to ask everyone to take up the slack for a day or so
until Jennie can find a replacement. Worst possible time.
I could have done his job but, as I said, I have to leave.
I have no options. Sorry everyone." He breathed out in a
long sigh. Why now?
"Has he left yet?" It was Kat.
"No, he's just packing his things in his car, now."
Kat jumped to her feet. "Not to worry, Big Jake, I'll
talk him into staying." She turned just before she left
the room. "He say why he was leaving?"
"Gave me some lame excuse. I didn't believe it for a
minute. Why? You know something?"
"Yes. He's a little confused. He didn't mean to cause
any trouble for you, Big Jake. It's my fault." Big Jake
raised his eyebrows. "I should have talked to him last night
when I found out about his problem. I was tired and figured
it could wait until morning. I was wrong. Sorry. It's
really nothing, and he'll be back at work in no time." She
left a relieved Big Jake behind and hurried down the stairs.
That stupid kid. Kat was angry. She directed her anger
at Mel, while realizing that her anger was at herself. She
should have talked to him last night. But how in hell could
she have known that he'd be so frightened. It didn't make
sense. At least he could have waited to find out what the deal
was going to be. She had told him she wouldn't tell anyone
until after they talked.
Mel was just closing the trunk to his car when she
caught up with him. Just in time, she thought.
"Mel." He spun around as if stung. She could see him
swallow, hard. "Where are you off to?"
"Away."
"Why?" She was curious.
"You know why." He looked at her in astonishment.
"Actually, Mel, I don't. I thought we were going to
have a talk. Running away won't get you anywhere . . ."
"It'll get me away from here, from you," he interrupted.
"And here is so bad, I'm so bad?" She kept a level
gaze up at Mel, who towered above her.
"You're a dominatrix," he stated, as if that explained
everything.
"I see." She didn't. "And that frightens you?"
"I'm not going to be whipped and end up with scars all
over my back. I'm out of here. You can do what you want
about what you know." He was defiant, yet the defiance was
based on desperation, Kat realized. At least now she knew
what she was dealing with.
"Whippings? Scars? Just what did Tom tell you?" He'd
pay, she swore, he'd pay.
"Tom? Nothing. He just advised me to stay away from you
'cause of what you are. I've read a couple of books, I know
what you do."
"You know nothing." Kat began laughing, she couldn't
help it. "Come with me and I'll explain. We'll take a little
walk."
"I'm not going anywhere with you. I'm out of here." He
began moving for the driver's door.
Kat turned cold. "If you leave now, I'll call the police
and explain what you've been doing, and charge you with stealing
from the campsite. They'll bring you back."
"I never took anything." Mel had spun back around.
"I know. However, that's what I'll tell them." She let it
sink in. "On the other hand, if you come for a walk with me and
let me explain things, and after that you still want to go, you
can go. I'll do nothing. What's it to be, Mel. You have five
seconds to decide before I make my phone call." She turned and
started walking towards the office.
"Wait." She stopped but did not turn. "I'll go with you."
"Good. But first I do have to make a phone call." She
grinned at his sudden anxiety. "Upstairs. To let them know you
aren't walking out without notice. Even if you decide to leave,
you will give Jennie a couple of days to find a replacement,
won't you?"
"Okay," came the grudging agreement.
Kat looked up to the second story window where Big Jake
and the others were watching from and gave them the thumbs up
sign.
"Wait right here, I won't be more than a minute." Kat
reached in her robe's pocket and pulled out her passkey and
let herself into the office. She got Stacy on the phone and
gave her some quick instructions, all the while keeping an eye
on Mel who was waiting impatiently outside.
All she was wearing was her robe and slippers. There was
no time to change. She could lose Mel if she waited too long.
She hung up the phone and returned to him.
"Let's walk." She started slowly up the boardwalk towards
the lunch counter. Mel fell in beside her. Tom had just opened
and she waved at him, receiving a wave in return.
"Do you believe everything you read?" Kat was wondering
how she was going to handle this. Too rough and he'd bolt, too
easy and he'd be lost to her - untrainable.
"Of course not."
"These books, you read, were they novels?"
"Yes."
"Novels tend to exaggerate things, you know."
"Exaggerate." He pounced on her word.
"Okay. It's true. Some people are heavily into pain.
Some of those like to give it, and some like to receive it.
They tend to get together. Some people are into dominance,
some into submission . . . ."
"Not me." Mel was emphatic. "I'm not into submission at
all."
"Aren't you?" They rounded the corner, now heading toward
the pool. She held up her hand to forestall his reply. "I met
you in the laundry yesterday. You were loading the soap
dispenser. Why?"
Mel was confused by the sudden turn in the conversation.
"It's part of my job."
"There's Stacy." Kat pointed. Stacy was testing the
water of the pool with her toe. She was wearing a rather skimpy
blue bikini, with the black choker around her neck.
"Do you like her?"
"I guess so." The sudden jumps were keeping him off
balance.
"Come on, Mel, either you like her or you don't. What's
to guess about."
"I like her. She's okay."
"Good. I like her, too." Kat paused as they approached
Stacy. "Hi, Stacy, early morning dip?"
Stacy's brows came up. Come on Stacy, don't blow it.
"Yes, Kat." Good, she was quick. "I thought I'd soak
for a bit before opening the office."
"Nice suit, Stacy. Looks good on you."
"Thank-you, Kat."
"Turn around, would you?" Kat gave a sideways glance at
Mel who had eyes only for Stacy at the moment. Good. "Yes,
it looks real good on you, doesn't it, Mel?"
"Yeah, Stacy, real good."
"Thanks, guys."
Kat took Mel's arm and started walking again. "She has
nice skin, don't you think? Come on, let's walk out on the
hiking trail, for a bit."
They walked out of sight of the pool, among the trees.
Kat hoped they wouldn't run into any bears. It was quiet,
almost still out here, away from the complex. Quite, quite
beautiful.
"So, who told you to load the soap dispensers?"
"Big Jake, who else?"
"So, you do what Big Jake tells you?"
"He's the boss, him and Jennie." Mel was wondering where
it all was leading. He'd find out, soon enough.
"So they give the orders and you obey. How is that
different from what Stacy and I do?" Surprise flooded Mel's
features. "Yes, that's right. Did you see the choker she's
wearing? Good. Well, that shows that she's mine. We made a
deal."
"That's different. I've been hired. Following orders
is part of the job."
"So, if I paid Stacy, it would be the same?" Kat kept
a straight face at Mel's confusion. It wasn't easy. "Let's
take a different tack. What, exactly, are you getting out of
this job?"
"Money. I get paid." Mel waited for her to say something,
but Kat kept quiet. "It's a nice place to work." She nodded
encouragingly. "I'll get something to put on a resume and
a letter of reference." The more he talked, the deeper he
would be digging himself. Kat remained quiet. "And, I guess,"
he smiled, "I like seeing all the women around the pool."
Bingo!
"And in the shower?" Kat grinned, lulling him.
"And in the shower," Mel had to admit, grinning back.
She had him.
"Precisely. You are willing to give up certain things
for certain privileges. You give up your autonomy to get
money, a nice place to work, references, something for
your resume AND the opportunity to indulge in your fantasies.
If you were so much against submission, you'd be running
your own business - no, even businessmen have to do what
their customers want. You'd be out, by yourself, prospecting
or something.
"You and Big Jake made a deal. I'm here to make you a
deal as well. You get something out of your deal with Big
Jake. He gets something out of it too." She stopped to
see how he was taking it, then said slowly and distinctly,
"That is how it works."
"But . . ."
"But nothing." It was her turn to interrupt. "You saw
Stacy. How many scars did you see on her back? Come on,
answer."
"None," he had to admit.
"I was trained by a dominatrix." Kat undid her robe,
took it off and handed it to him. Mel's eyes opened wide,
as he saw her naked. She turned around for him. "Take a good
look, Mel. How many scars do you see?"
"Only one." He touched her on the back of her shoulder.
"Looks like it's from barbed wire." He held her robe out and
she put it back on just as some hikers came along the trail.
They gave Mel and Kat a strange look as they passed.
"That was close," Mel breathed out as they disappeared.
"Close?" Kat questioned.
"They nearly saw you."
"Why should that worry me? I play by my own rules. I
want you to play by my rules, too." They were headed back.
Mel looked a little unsure, but much more comfortable than
when they had started out. "I get something out of it -
you. Your obedience. You get something out of it, too.
First, you keep your job and all that it means to you. Next,
you get to keep your little supply room window."
Mel looked at her, trying to decide whether it was
worth it. "And punishment?" he asked. Joy leapt up within
her. She had him all right.
"Displease me and there will be punishment, no doubt
about it. But nothing you can't take, and no scars - ever."
They were approaching the pool again. Stacy was still there,
sitting on the side, dangling her legs in the hot water.
"There will be things I ask you to do, which you won't like,
but you will do them." He looked a little troubled. "Please
me, though, and there will be rewards. Rewards that you've
only dreamed of." They stopped.
"You will stay until you can be replaced, should you
decide not to take me up on my offer and feel you can't stay
around here?"
"Yes, Kat, I will."
Kat walked over to Stacy's robe, which lay on a chair and
pulled something from the pocket.
"Mel," she said, "that pleases me. I know you are not
yet mine, still I wish to show you what pleasing me can do
for you." She opened up the supply room door and motioned him
in.
At her request he 'opened' up his window. She pulled down
the chair and placed it where it had been previously. She bade
him sit.
"Stacy will be there, shortly, to take a shower."
"But she'll go up to her room." Mel was confused.
"I told you, she's mine. She'll obey. Instructions were
given over the phone. If I took what I took from her pocket
she was to take a shower in that stall. She knows nothing
about this, nothing about you. I told her to put on a show.
It'll be interesting to see if she obeys when she thinks no
one can see." Kat grinned to herself. She would obey. Stacy
was caught, just as Mel would soon be. They went in of their
own free will, not realizing how addictive it could be. Kat
pulled a choker out of her pocket. It was identical to Stacy's.
She placed it next to the tissue box. Mel looked down at it.
"If you agree to our deal, be wearing this the next time
I see you. I will then be Mistress Kathryn to you. Do you
understand." Mel nodded. "If you don't agree, return it to
me. You may still keep your job, and I will be silent about
this sideline of yours, but the wall will be repaired. Any
complaints against you will result in dismissal. Do you
understand?" He nodded again. "Once you put it on, there is
no going back. Return it to me after that and you will have
to leave. Do you understand?" Her voice was very cold and
demanding. He nodded again. "Good."
"Kat?"
"Yes?"
"About that scar of yours . . ."
"You were right," she grinned, "barbed wire. I tried to
crawl under it. These," she hefted her breasts, "had grown
a little to large for it to be a comfortable fit." She
laughed and he laughed with her.
Stacy appeared in the shower stall. "One last thing
before I leave. You will be the judge of Stacy's performance.
If she does not please you, tell me and she will be punished.
After that she will repeat the show for you until you are
satisfied. That is the case whether or not you agree to
my deal." She opened the door to leave. "Oh, yes . . . please
me enough and I might even be persuaded to take a shower in
that stall. Please me more and you will do more than simply
watch. Do you understand?" Kat left before he could reply.
She was sure he understood. And Stacy would have a hard
taskmaster to please. It would be a good test.
Stacy was very confused. Her instructions were to take
a shower in this particular stall. Okay, she could handle
that. It seemed straight forward enough. She had known
better than to inquire about the purpose - that would lead
to punishment, she was sure. Mistress Kathryn hadn't
punished her yet, and she was hoping to put off that
'pleasure' for as long as possible, so she had agreed.
The purpose of the shower was, Mistress Kathryn then
told her, to aid her in losing her inhibitions. She was
to imagine that her reflection in the mirror was a lover,
watching her, and to put on a show for that lover, to
entrance that lover. She was to do it in the change room
shower to add that spice of danger. Someone could come in
for an early morning dip. Someone could catch her. It was
a test. She was not to interrupt her seduction of her mirror
image for anything. She was not to lock the shower stall
door, she was to ignore any intrusion. Her attention must
be solely on pleasing her lover.
No one could see in, so no one would be able to tell
whether or not she obeyed Mistress Kathryn's instructions.
She felt a little silly as she set her towel down on the
counter top. She looked herself in the eyes and stuck her
tongue out at herself.
Seduce herself? That was a very strange order. Help
her to lose her inhibitions? How? Perhaps she should
just leave and tell Mistress that she had done it. Lie?
Lie to Mistress Kathryn? She shivered. That didn't seem
wise. No, not wise at all. She replaced the towel which
she had picked up and turned back from the door.
She sat down at the counter and looked at herself in
the mirror. She couldn't do this thing. She couldn't
not do this thing. What was she to do? To her great
dismay she could feel the tears beginning to well up.
Her vision blurred. No, she couldn't cry - could she?
Why had Kat, Mistress Kathryn, given her these orders?
Why? Because Mistress Kathryn was her Mistress and could
give her any orders, that's why, you ninny, she told
herself. Mistress Kathryn knew what she was doing. Look
at how she had handled Tom and Big Jake.
The power which had enveloped her like an aura, making
her small body seem ten feet tall, was not something that
Stacy wished to face. It had been glorious as it had
moved to protect her - to face up to it . . . . No. She
had to obey Mistress Kathryn.
Stacy swallowed and took off her robe, hanging it on a
hook. Her bikini followed. There was no grace, no sensuality
to her movements, on the contrary, she moved like an automaton.
She stifled a sob and brushed a few stray hairs away from her
eyes.
Blue eyes watched blue eyes. Her reflection seemed to
speak to her, showing her the unattractiveness of her body.
Her breasts were too large. A cow, they had called her in
high school. The first boy who had made his way past her
bra had looked at her breasts and said, 'It's milking time,'
totally destroying the moment for her.
Her ass was too big, too. Plump, she liked to think of
it. Ha. It was fat. She had a fat ass. Comments had been
made about that also. And why couldn't she have nice sculpted
features like Mistress Kathryn. Instead she had been cursed
with an oval face. Where was the beauty there?
Take a shower, calm down, an inner voice seemed to say.
It was good advice and she turned and almost stumbled toward
the shower.
The hot spray hit her and she turned to warm her whole
body under the jets of water. The water felt good but she
felt miserable. How was she to obey when she felt so down.
She looked back to the mirror. Distance and the steam from
the hot water blurred her features. Good. She didn't want
to see them anyway. Nobody really liked them. They were
just curiosities. All the men wanted to do was get in her
pants, paw her breasts. All of them.
No, not all of them. Not Fred. He had never looked at
her that way. In fact he always seemed happy to see her,
happy that she was around. And when she smiled back at him,
he lit up. He made her feel good.
Stacy, with her back to the hot shower, began to undulate
from side to side under the spray. Her eyes were mere slits,
open only enough for her to maintain her balance. The spray
warmed her neck and washed across her shoulders as she moved
back and forth. She crossed her arms in front of her, placing
her hands on opposite shoulders and added a turning motion to
her torso such that the hot water sprayed across one shoulder
and over one breast than across her back and to the other.
The water was so warm and wonderful that she became
very relaxed. It felt so good. Opening her eyes she noted,
to her vast surprise, that the woman in the mirror was moving
in a very sensuous manner. She looked good - she looked, well,
sexy.
Interested now, Stacy began experimenting with her motion,
and to her joy realized that she was indeed a very sexy woman.
Rather than focusing on one part of her body, the steam caused
her to see the whole - perhaps for the first time. And as a
whole, she was very good looking. Her body parts fit well
together. True, her rear might be a little plump, but it
balanced her large breasts. Altogether she was quite a
wonderful package. Why had she never seen it before? And if
Mistress Kathryn hadn't ordered her here, she might never have
seen it!
Stacy grasped the shampoo and squirted some on her hand
then began massaging it into her scalp. That felt good, too.
She watched herself in the mirror. The woman she saw, whose
arms were raised, hands in her hair, looked stunning. What
would Fred think of that picture? He'd never laugh, that was
sure, not even if she made a fool out of herself. He was such
a nice man. He'd be warm and understanding. Yes, she'd put
on a show for Fred. He would appreciate it, her.
She turned sideways to the mirror, looking appreciatively
at her profile. Very nice. She hefted her breast in her hand.
It had a nice weight to it. She turned again to face the mirror
and backed into the shower spray, allowing the suds from the
shampoo to come cascading down over her shoulders, breasts,
belly and legs.
Stacy widened her stance and watched as the suds were
directed down between her legs, catching in her pubic hair,
then dripping down to the shower floor. She grabbed her
shower gel and began lathering up with vigor. Soon her
whole body was covered with lather. Her hands ran down over
her breasts, sides, emphasizing her figure. She winked at
the mirror image and received a wink in return.
It was such a silly thing, and she felt silly, but
sensuously silly and her lips parted in a wicked grin. She
hefted her breasts again, an inquiring look on her face, then
nodded as if her question was answered. Her fingers traced
ever narrowing circles on her breasts until they circled and
rubbed the stiffening nipples.
God, that felt good, and the mirror echoed the joy.
Sudden inspiration. The chair. Trailing suds, couldn't be
helped, she stepped out of the shower and grabbed the
plastic chair, returned with it into the shower and sat,
facing the mirror. Shower spray caught her head and back
and trickled down her front. She shivered in anticipation.
Seduce the mirror? She'd seduce it all right.
Wet and slippery fingers danced over wet and slippery
skin, sending thrills all through her. She inched forward
until she sat on the edge of the chair, then leaned back,
smiling lasciviously at her image. Can you see? She opened
her legs. Can you see better? Legs opened still further.
Now? Yes, now.
With the fingers of her left hand she spread her lips,
opening herself. Her right forefinger she placed in her
mouth and sucked. Such a seductive wench. Have you no shame?
No. None. Not any more.
Her finger came out of her mouth with a pop and positioned
itself at her opened pussy lips. Now? She questioned the
mirror. Now. Eyes and mouth opened in shock and dismay. She
looked down to see the finger embedded deep within her pussy.
Shock and dismay gave way to an open mouthed smile of pleasure.
The finger was working its way in and out. Her tongue ran
slowly across her upper teeth, then back, just touching,
tickling, her lips. Such a lusty lass. She grinned at the
mirror.
Her hips were beginning to rock, of their own volition,
and soft moans began escaping her throat. Eyes closed and
head moving in slow languid circles she slipped deeper and
deeper into her own private world, her world in front of
the mirror, her lover.
She jumped a bit as her clit was stroked and let out
a gasp. Circling faster, rubbing harder sent fire leaping
inside. God, it was good. Her breathing was fast and ragged,
moans louder now . . .
The door opened and a woman stuck her head inside.
"Are you all right?" concern in her voice. Stacy's eyes
snapped open, surprised and shocked, but she didn't cease
her loving strokes. The strange woman grinned, "Guess you
are," and closed the door once more.
The intrusion had brought Stacy down a bit from the peak
and she had to work hard to regain it. Then, almost without
warning, lightning flashed inside, her hips began bucking,
her thighs closed, holding the hand still, while the waves
of pleasure washed back and forth inside of her.
Finally finished, she smiled, a very satisfied smile
at the mirror, stood and allowed the shower to wash off
any residual soap. As it did she slowly caressed her breasts,
bringing herself down gently. Then it was done and she
stepped out of the shower to dry.
She stepped up close to the mirror and gave her image
a light kiss.
"Hope you enjoyed it," she spoke out loud, not realizing
that behind the mirror Mel mouthed back, 'yes'.
Mel sat across from Kat at the desk behind the counter
in the office. Kat had just finished with a guest. As soon
as the door closed, she returned to her seat.
"Well?"
"It was great, Kat, just great!" Mel reconsidered.
"Well, at first it wasn't. I didn't think she was even going
to stay. It looked like she was going to cry or something,
but then she kinda went wild."
"Went wild?" Kat drew him out.
"You know, she got into it. She did a real sexy sort of
dance in the shower - it was like she knew I was there and was
doing it for me. You're sure she didn't?"
"She didn't," Kat confirmed.
"Then she did herself, in a chair, in the shower. It was
great," Mel enthused. His face was animated. "She didn't even
pause when some woman poked her head in to see what all the
moaning was about," he added, wonderingly.
Kat raised her eyebrows at that. She hadn't expected
so much. This boded well for the future.
"Then she came all over the place. Wow. It was really
something."
"And you?"
Mel blushed and looked down. "Yeah," he finally said, "I
came all over the place, too."
"You've come to a decision?"
"Oh, yes. She did a good job, she doesn't have to repeat
it or anything."
"No, about our deal."
Mel looked back at his shoes. He chewed on his lip for a
moment before looking back up, his gaze was held by the choker
sitting on the desk. "Yes, Mistress Kathryn, I've made my
decision."
Before Kat could say anything, Stacy burst into the room.
Her face was aglow, her eyes bright.
"I did it, Mistress, I did it! You were right, oh God,
how you were right." She ran around the counter and gave
Kat a hug and a kiss on the cheek. "Thank-you Mistress,
thank-you." She stood back. "I did it," she repeated.
"I know. Mel, here, was just telling me about it."
"Mel?" She looked at him hard, realization coming
to her as his gaze traveled up and down her body. "You
were behind the mirror, weren't you?" Stacy accused him.
"You sonofabitch!"
"Stacy." She shivered at the ice in Kat's voice. "I
put him there. I don't have to explain myself," Kat paused
dramatically, "do I?"
"No Mistress. I'm sorry, I didn't realize."
"I'm sure you didn't. Normally such an outburst would
deserve punishment, however, this time, you've pleased me in
that Mel has now joined us. You may place the choker around
his neck."
Realization widened Stacy's eyes as she saw the choker on
the desk for the first time. With unsteady hands she took it
up, placed it around Mel's neck and snapped it shut. It came
to her. It had been her actions which had brought Mel into
the fold. She had done it. She had helped the Mistress, and
she would get to punish Mel, should the occasion arise.
Mistress had promised it.
"Thank-you, Mistress Kathryn, for allowing me to be a
part of this." Her eyes were glowing.
"Okay, Stacy. Now I want you and Mel to go upstairs and
fix up the spare room. Just like I told you. When you've
finished, you can play a little, if you like. You both deserve
a little reward." Mel looked at Kat questioningly. She nodded.
"You will find that you have made a good choice - so long as
you please me. Now go. Stacy knows what needs be done."
The mattresses were laid out on the floor making one large
bed about 9 x 6 feet. Stacy looked at the coverings
appreciatively.
"Mistress Kathryn will be pleased," she decided. "If
Mistress is in a good mood, perhaps we will be able to sleep
with her."
Mel, she noted, could barely keep his eyes off of her.
It annoyed her that he had been watching her, seeing her anguish
and then her ecstasy. "Well," she asked harshly, "what is it?"
Even though it had been Mistress' wish she didn't like the fact
that he'd seen her undressed.
"You're so beautiful, Stacy." There was reverence in his
voice.
"I am?" She was slightly taken aback.
"Oh, God, yes. When you were in the shower, swaying and
turning, with the water washing over those beautiful breasts,
I nearly died. I thought I'd gone to heaven. Later, when
you were in the chair, I was sure of it . . . ." He broke off
as her shove caused him to fall to the mattresses. "I'm
sorry if I . . . ." He had to stop for her mouth was over his.
Still locked in the kiss, Stacy was frantically unbuttoning
his shirt, finding the bronzed skin beneath, running her hands
over his chest, his hard abdominal muscles and down under his
shorts to the softer regions beyond. Ah, yes, there it was,
and growing. Mel made to move, trying to sit up. She shoved
him back down.
"Mistress said we could play. Now be still. You don't
want to get her mad - believe me." She didn't know how much
authority she had over Mel but she was willing to take
advantage of the ambiguity, and Mel was too recent a convert
to know anything. She had him stripped in no time flat. Such
a wonderful looking cock, and she was in control of it. Never
before had such an opportunity presented itself - she intended
to take full advantage, for who knew when it would come again.
Stacy tenderly stroked his length, enjoying his confusion
and pleasure. He made to speak but she forestalled him with a
quick warning look. Dropping her skirt and panties, she
straddled him and sat on his stomach. Leaning over, she offered
her breasts to him. "You've pleased me," she told him, "so you
may suckle at my breasts." The words of Mistress Kathryn had
come back to her. It felt so good, this power over him, poor
boy. She cradled his head as he licked and sucked at her
breasts, those breasts he found so beautiful.
The coals inside were smoldering, ready to burst forth
into flames. She was so hot, so wet, so ready. She released
his head and all he had time to gasp was a thank you before
she had grabbed his cock and positioned it. He looked up
in helpless anticipation and her stomach jumped. She loved it,
the power. Now she knew what Kat, Mistress Kathryn, felt.
Now, through her, she too was able to feel it, to have the
power.
She waited a delicious moment, then sat back, enveloping
him. He jerked under her as she gave a little cry. Then she
was moving, feeling the pleasure flowing in waves. His hands
were on her breasts, such nice hands, fondling, stroking,
pinching. With one hand on his chest she steadied herself,
with the other she helped herself to her pleasure, this
pleasure she was taking from, demanding from, him.
His head was back and he was grimacing, his body hard
and stiff beneath her. She fingered herself faster and the
sparks flew, then she was coming, before him, as she desired.
She collapsed on his chest as his hips began to piston like
mad, then he, too, was coming.
Her head rested on his chest. Warmth and comfort soaked
through her. His heart sounded beneath her ear, and she
gripped him tightly as over and over he thanked her and told
her of her beauty.
HOTSPRINGS
Chapter 6
"What the hell?" Tom did a classic double take. "Mel,
come back here." Damn and blast. That bitch. He should never
have agreed to lay off Stacy. Now she had two of them.
"What the hell is that thing around your neck?"
Mel flushed. "It's a choker," he finally said, in a quiet
voice.
"I can see that." Disdain filled Tom's voice. He'd have
to snap Mel out of this. "Why are you wearing it?" He knew
full well why Mel was wearing it. He just wanted Mel, himself,
to realize how stupid it looked.
Mel looked for a place to hide, a reason to leave, but
could find none. "I have to," he swallowed.
"Have to? What the hell does that mean? Come on, man,
it looks damned silly on you. What's a grown man doing wearing
a choker?" It did look silly.
"I just have to," Mel's voice was becoming progressively
weaker.
"You gave in to her," Tom accused him. Mel's head hung.
"Well, you don't have to leave it at that, take that stupid
thing off. Be a man, for Christ's sake. Do you know what
people are going to think when they see you with that on?"
Probably nothing. Young people wore the damnedest things,
but he wasn't going to tell Mel that.
"I can't."
Mel was weakening, Tom was sure of it. If he could get
Mel back on his side, the bitch'd be handed a setback she
wouldn't recover from. Next he'd go after Stacy, full bore.
He'd made a strategic error in allowing the bitch to gain the
slightest foothold. He would rectify that. Hell, what with
the face-losing defeats he intended to inflict on her she
might even crack. Then the shoe would be on the other foot
and he'd have her. Yeah, it'd be something, stripping her
pride, and her clothes, from her. He'd put her panties in
a special place of honor, just to show her how she'd been
humbled.
"Sure you can, Mel. It's simple. You just reach up
and unsnap it." He was the voice of reason.
"But she knows things . . . "
"Look, Mel. The only power she has is what you give her.
Give her nothing and she has nothing. If she has something
on you, don't worry, she won't use it. That would defeat
her purpose. She'd never get you then." Mel was nodding
slowly. "All you have to do is stand up to her - like a man.
She's on her way out. I'm going to stop her stupid games.
Understand?"
Uncertainty washed over Mel's face.
"It looks damned stupid, Mel. Take it off." Mel's hand
reached up and he pulled the choker from his neck. "Good
decision, Mel."
Mel wondered about that.
Decisions were a pain. That was Mel's assessment as
he washed down the patio around the pool. Decisions were a
pain and, unfortunately, he had one to make. Tom or Kat.
Tom had been friendly to him since he'd arrived. He'd
made him feel welcome. When he'd picked up Donna, Tom had
even opened up the lunch counter for just the two of them and
cooked them a special late night meal. Yes, Tom had been
good to him. He was almost a father figure, not the kind of
father he actually had, but more the kind of father Mel wished
that he'd had. It was hard to say no to Tom.
Kat, on the other hand, was exotic. He'd never seen
anyone quite like her. Beautiful, yet strong. Had it not
been for Tom's warning, Mel would have loved just being
near her. Even now, she exerted a strange pull on him. After
all, she accepted his voyeurism, even aided him. What would
Tom have thought about that?
Above that, it was through Kat that he and Stacy had
ended up in bed together. Tom had been after Stacy, he
knew, and he'd never have gone along with that.
Decisions. Shit. Life would be simpler if you didn't
have to make them.
"Mel."
Oh, God. It's her.
Kat was not pleased. Stacy had come to her with the
information that Mel's neck was bare. It was bad enough
that he'd taken off the choker; it was worse that Stacy had
been the one to see and report it. Mel was in the earliest
stages of his training, not yet committed. If she came down
too harshly he'd be gone, yet if she came down on him too
softly, the damage done to Stacy's belief in Kat's mastery
could be irreparable.
She spotted Mel pushing water off the patio with a push
broom. Damn. Stacy was correct. Holding herself stiffly
upright, she approached. Her eyes were cold flames.
"Mel." He jerked around, his eyes finding hers then
lowering. He knew! He knew, and thus it was no accident that
the choker was off. Was he trying to test her? She hardly
believed that, though it was possible. More likely he was
either embarrassed about wearing it, or someone had been
talking to him, and Kat figured she knew who that someone was.
"Mel. Come with me." She turned and stalked off, never
once checking to see if he was following her. At this point
she could not afford the slightest sign of weakness. He'd
follow, if only to see what she was about to do.
Although she had been sure he'd follow, it was a relief
to hear his steps echoing behind her as she led him to the
office where Stacy waited. She'd have preferred doing this
in private, but that was no longer an option. However, it
would be an object lesson for Stacy, as well, so she couldn't
complain too much.
Mel followed her to the inner office, past Stacy, whose
eyes were bright with excitement. She was enjoying this too
much. Kat decided she'd have to rethink her plans for Stacy.
"Sit down." Her tone was hard. It was an order.
"I prefer standing." Mel was trying to be strong, but
the slight quaver in his voice betrayed him to Kat's trained
ears.
"Sit down." Each word was spoken distinctly. "You have
no idea how little your preferences mean to me." Her eyes
burned holes into his. He sat. She now had the height
advantage and he had to look up at her.
"We have a deal." Have, not had, he caught the inference.
"You mess up, I punish. You messed up. You may explain if
you feel it will do any good."
"You mean about the choker?" Mel was fighting for time.
"Don't play games with me, Mel. They'll only get you in
deeper." She looked down at him with contempt. He shuddered
involuntarily. Good.
"I forgot. I'm new at this sort of thing." It was a lie
and she knew it was a lie. She'd teach him about lying.
"Ah, you forgot." She appeared to soften. "Mel," she
asked kindly, "do you know why I asked you to wear that choker?"
He looked at her blankly. "Because it is a symbol of our deal.
It is meant to remind you, at all times, of our agreement."
It was to remind him of his servitude, but that was a little
harsh at this tender stage. "If you forget to wear it, if it
is so forgettable, how is it that you will remember our deal?"
Mel made to speak. Kat waved him to silence. "Perhaps
you find such a visible symbol embarrassing?" His guilty
start confirmed this. "Ah, I see. Well, fortunately I find
that I can accommodate you." She turned toward the door.
"Stacy."
Stacy appeared as if by magic. She brought with her
the small leather case which Kat had entrusted to her and
handed it to Mel, as instructed.
"What's this?" Mel was worried.
"Something that you'll find more private, yet less easy
to forget. Open it."
Mel opened the case. His eyes widened in horror. Inside
were four butt plugs, each one slightly longer and thicker than
the previous one. The smallest would penetrate two inches,
the largest, five. The portion which remained outside of
the body was tapered, such that every time the wearer sat down
he would be further stretched. Again, the taper, as well as
the protruding length, varied from plug to plug.
Mel was shaking his head. "No. I won't wear one. You
won't expose me and get me fired. If you do, you'll have lost
me." Tom had been talking to him. He'd never have come upon
that argument himself, he had been much too frightened. Still,
it showed Kat two things. One, Tom was involved; two, Mel had
not told Tom what she had on him. Had he done so, Tom would
have simply had him go along with Kat for a short time while
he repaired the 'window'.
Kat simply waited, a sardonic smile playing about her
lips. She gave Mel time to stew, to wonder what she would do.
It was working, she noted, as sweat began to break out on his
brow.
"An interesting theory. Not your own, of course, yet
interesting nonetheless. What it doesn't take into account,
of course, is that if you decide to return my choker to me,
then I will have, as you put it, 'lost' you anyway. At that
point what difference will it make if you are here or not?"
Kat paused to let that sink in. Mel's eyes widened at the
thought.
"And," she smiled coldly, "if you are gone then I will
have a chance at your replacement, not so? So, what do I
gain by not getting rid of you?" He was really sweating now.
It was time to give him a break, show him the way out.
"This is all hypothetical, of course, since you have not
returned my choker to me. And while it is true that you have
displeased me, your transgression is a relatively minor one
which would, in any case, not require your leaving." She
could see the hope appear in his eyes. It's not *that* easy
buddy.
"And with the range of reprisals I have at my command,
why would I use the ultimate one?" The hope was replaced by
caution.
"Reprisals?"
"Well, I could accidentally 'find' your window and show
it to Jennie. We'd have no idea, of course, when it had been
established, but we'd have to have it repaired. I understand
you and Stacy had some fun. That could be severely restricted.
In fact I could order you to have nothing to do with each
other at all. I understand, further, that Tom has been after
Stacy for some time. She could go to him and tell him to lay
off her, for she has you. That would make you popular with
him, wouldn't it." He was sweating once more. "Of course then
there are all the other ones." She stopped abruptly.
"Other ones?" He wanted to know the full range of
possibilities. She almost laughed. It had been so predictable
what he'd do.
"Other ones. Continue your disobedience and you'll find
out about them soon enough. Trust me, you don't want to."
He shuddered, his imagination working at things she'd eventually
discover, but as of yet knew nothing.
"Be aware of this. Tom and I are engaged in a sort of a
war. I will win it." She was supremely confident for the
benefit of her two subjects. "Now you have to decide which side
you wish to be on. The winning side or the losing side.
"I've given you enough time. You have five seconds to
decide before I decide for you." There was no question.
"I'll wear it," declared Mel after a short pause. What
else could he do?
"Stand up." It was a command. Mel stood.
"Stacy, take down his pants and underwear." Stacy moved
to obey. Mel made to speak but Kat's cold stare stopped him
before he started. He'd better just obey and question nothing.
He could feel his face flush as Stacy roughly pulled his shorts
then his undershorts down. He wished they'd close the door, even
though no one could see him from the outside.
"Pick the plug of your choice and ask Stacy to lube and
insert it. He picked the smallest one out of the box and
handed it to Stacy.
"Please lube this and insert it, Stacy." God, that was
hard to say.
"Are you sure?" asked Kat.
"Yes, Kat, I'm sure." She frowned, why?
"Then tell her where you want it."
"Please put the lubed plug in my ass, Stacy."
Stacy grinned a wicked grin. She was enjoying his
predicament, enjoying her part in it. How'd he get himself
into this.
"Spread your legs and bend over the desk." God, it was
humiliating. Still, he had no choice. He stepped out of
his clothes and obeyed, glad that he no longer had to look
at Kat.
"Look at me." He looked up into Kat's eyes. The plug was
at his anus. Kat gave a nod and Stacy shoved, hard and fast.
He gave a little yelp. It was in. He made to stand up, however
a warning look from Kat kept him in his position.
"You've been very forgetful, Mel."
He was chagrined. "I'm sorry Mistress Kathryn."
"Ah, you remember. Unfortunately you remembered a little
late. We'll have to do something about that." She opened
a desk drawer and pulled out a small paddle. He closed his
eyes. "Two on each cheek, I think. You will ask for each one
by counting it before it lands. Understand?"
He understood only too well. "Yes, Mistress Kathryn."
Kat tossed the paddle to Stacy who caught it with glee.
She would enjoy this. Too bad it was only four strokes.
She raised the paddle, waiting for Mel to call out for the
first one. He deserved this and she was going to give it
to him, but good.
"Stacy." She looked up.
"Yes, Mistress Kathryn?" The paddle came down.
"Too soft and I'll have to replace you on the paddle."
Stacy grinned. There was no way it would be too soft. "Too
hard and your positions will be reversed." Her grin faded.
Now she was unsure. How hard would Mistress Kathryn consider
to be 'too hard'? Better to err on the side of caution,
better to have Mistress Kathryn replace her than Mel to have
a chance at her rear. She raised the paddle again.
"I've changed my mind." Stacy froze at Kat's words.
"Give him the four. If any are too soft I'll administer
extra to make up for them later - on you. Here's your chance
to give Mel a break - take his swats for him."
Stacy's hand trembled. She had to please Mistress Kathryn,
for her own sake, yet knew not how to do it. She was in a
quandary. She certainly didn't want to take any of Mel's
strokes for him, nor did she want him repaying her for any
which were too hard.
"One." She hesitated, her eyes desperate. A few seconds
of indecision then her arm moved and Mel jerked beneath her
blow. His cheek slowly started to redden. It was his turn to
hesitate. After a few seconds, Mel decided to get it over
with and called out two, three and four in rapid succession.
On three, when the paddle came into contact with his
already reddened cheek, he gave a gasp, enough of a gasp
that Stacy unconsciously eased off on the fourth stroke.
"It appears you liked that," Kat told Mel. Curious,
Stacy moved around behind the desk to find that Mel was
hard. She grinned at his pained embarrassment.
She handed the paddle back to Kat, waiting for Kat's
pronouncement. She swallowed hard when it came.
"Beside him," Kat ordered, "and flip up your skirt."
Stacy took her place, bent over and flipped up her skirt
to give Kat a clear shot at her rear. She didn't have to be
told to lower her panties. She squeezed her eyes closed then
gasped as the crack of the paddle against her bottom was
followed by a burning sensation. One blow and it was over.
"That was for your hesitation," Kat told her. "You are
doing too much thinking. Just obey. Your fourth blow was a
little light, but still okay.
"Mel, you will wear the plug at all times during the day.
You may take it out at night. You will be checked by both Stacy
and myself to ensure compliance. At the end of a week you may
choose to continue to wear it or to wear the choker. Now, both
of you, get back to work."
"Good morning, Kathy," Jennie came into the office with
a curious look on her face. She had just seen Mel and Stacy
coming out, both red of face. She closed the door for privacy.
"What was that all about?"
Kat looked up and smiled hello. "Just a slight discipline
problem. It's all looked after now."
"Discipline problem?" Jennie raised her eyebrows. "Sounds
like something I should know about."
"It's really very minor and I wouldn't want to waste your
time. Besides, some things are best solved at a lower level.
You know what I mean."
Jennie didn't and was about to investigate further when
Kat distracted her.
"However, there is something I'd like to talk to you
about. It *is* important."
"Oh?" Jennie seated herself opposite Kat. With Jake now
gone she had to take over and deal with all the problems. It
would be good experience for her.
"Do you and Jake skim the till?"
Jennie was taken aback that Kat would ask such a question
so openly - and expect an answer. "What would make you think
that?" Jennie needed time to compose herself.
"Mrs. Saunders, I'm not a fool. I've worked with other
small businesses and I know what goes on. If it makes you
feel any easier, I really don't care. The tax people can take
a flying leap as far as I am concerned. You, however, are my
employer, you and Big Jake, and I am concerned about you."
Jennie thought about it for a moment, wondering how far
she could trust Kat. "Off the record, as they say, yes, we
do. Why do you want to know? You want a raise under the
table?"
Kat smiled. "Nothing like that. I just don't want to
see you get in trouble."
"How could we get in trouble. Outside of you, now, no one
knows."
"With respect, Mrs. Saunders, if I can find it inside of a
day, without really looking for it, anyone can find it."
"What!" Jennie was shocked. "No one can 'find it'."
Now Kat was taken aback. Jennie was no babe in the woods.
If she felt what they were doing was untraceable, chances were
it was at least well hidden. Something funny was going on.
"Please, Mrs. Saunders, Jennie, bear with me. How do you go
about it?"
"It's simple. Very often people come to the campsite after
we close the office. In the morning they come in and pay and I
simply don't write up a slip for them - if they are only staying
the one night. That and some coin from the laundry adds up to
about one hundred dollars a week. There are no records, so
there is nothing to find. Add to that we don't charge ourselves
for meals from the lunch counter, and sometimes 'borrow'
foodstuffs and it still doesn't add up to anything major, nor
are there any records there to be found." Jennie was curious
now. "So just what do you think you have found?"
I've just finished setting up a computer program to keep
track of the bookkeeping. To check it out I've loaded in
the information from the last two months. From this, and from
the rough look I've taken at the last year, I've concluded that
about four or five hundred dollars a month is getting 'lost'
somewhere. Here, I'll show you."
Jennie had already come around the desk to stand, looking
over Kat's shoulder. Thirty minutes later she was in a towering
rage. No one who didn't know her well would be able to tell.
Those who did would tread lightly around her, very lightly.
"Kathy," Jennie was at the door, preparing to leave.
"Yes?"
"I want you to keep digging. Find out how far this goes
back and where the money is going - if you can."
"Okay, Jennie." Jennie was still at the door. "Is there
anything else?"
"Just do what you were brought here to do." Without
looking back, Jennie opened the door and left.
"Stacy!"
"Yes, Mistress Kathryn?" Stacy was at the door in record
time.
"Tell me everything you know or suspect about Big Jake.
Leave out nothing. Then we have a job to do here."
Stacy looked surprised for a moment then came into the office
and sat down.
"Well, first of all . . . "
Tom looked forward to dinner in the common room that night.
He was interested in what kind of mood The Bitch would be in after
her loss of Mel. It would also be a good time to start in on his
plans for Stacy. He wouldn't give The Bitch any breathing room at
all.
He finished shaving - he would look his best for dinner, he
had decided - put on a new shirt and headed for the dining room.
It being Sunday, the Lunch Bar was already closed and all of them
would be there.
Fred was sitting in the common room and Tom smiled and waved
at him.
"What's up, Tom? You look particularly happy tonight."
"Going to be a good night, Fred. I'm through pussyfooting
around The Bitch. She's been acting too uppity lately and I'm
about to take her down a peg. Come on in and join the fun." Tom
grinned as he thought of the evening to come.
Fred raised his eyebrows. "Are you sure you want to do this?"
"Damn straight."
The Bitch and the Pussy were sitting at the table while Mel
was dishing out some chili from a pot on the stove. It was with
annoyance that Tom noted he was making plates for the three of them.
Didn't he know any better than to do anything for the Bitch?
He dished up food for himself then turned to look at Kat
and Stacy. They were watching him, almost warily, he thought.
So, they were seeing the beginning of the end already. He smiled
an unpleasant smile.
"And how are we all doing tonight?" he asked.
"Fine, Tom, and yourself?" Kat answered.
"Good, really good. And how is your pet?" He patted Stacy
on the head as he walked by and took his place. "Is the little
pussy feeling fine, too?"
Stacy made to reply, but Kat waved her to silence.
"That's right, listen to your mistress, Pussy. It's good
that you've learned to obey. I'll like it when it's me you're
obeying." He spooned some of the hot chili into his mouth and
sat back to await a response.
Mel set down the chili and toast in front of Stacy and Kat,
then sat down himself. He lowered himself carefully and grimaced
as the chair took his weight. Tom wondered what that was all
about.
"Hurt yourself, Mel?"
Mel blushed and lowered his eyes.
"Mel, what's going on?" Tom was becoming suspicious.
"Go ahead and tell him, Mel," Kat ordered.
Mel flushed furiously, yet was forced to comply. "I'm
wearing a butt plug. It's, ah, uncomfortable when I sit down."
He refused to look up.
"A what?" Tom was astounded. "Why in hell would you be
doing a crazy thing like that?" The question was unnecessary,
Tom was sure he already knew. He saw his glorious evening going
down in flames.
"Answer him, Mel." Kat was faintly amused.
"It's instead of the choker, Tom," Mel's voice was barely
perceptible.
"You stupid sonuvabitch!" Tom was raging mad. "Go take that
damned thing out." He'd risen to his feet without being aware of
it.
Stacy was a little frightened and looked to Kat, who was
sitting with a small smile playing across her lips, and was relieved.
"I can't."
"And why in hell not?"
"Mistress Kathryn won't allow it." He hung his head.
"Mistress Kathryn won't allow it," Tom mimicked cruelly, then
sat down abruptly, shaking his head.
"Now, Tom. No need to be hard on the boy. He's just doing
what's in his best interest. Besides what's wrong with wearing
a butt plug?" Kat grinned at him.
"What's wrong . . ." Tom sputtered.
"Exactly. You'd probably find it very stimulating, yourself."
"Me?" Tom was outraged.
Fred was having a hard time keeping a straight face and Tom
shot him a dark look. Fred looked down at his plate and busied
himself with his chili.
"Yes, you," Kat replied. "I have a nice one that I'd be
more than happy to let you try out." Her voice was calm, in
counterpoint to Tom's.
Tom was incredulous. "You'd what?" He realized that
she was baiting him and abruptly calmed himself. "There's no way
in hell I'd wear one of those. Not for you, not for anyone," he
snarled.
"Not even for Stacy?"
Everyone's head turned to regard Kat, wondering what this
new tactic was.
Stacy was aghast. She knew what Kat had in mind, but hadn't
quite believed it would come to this - and especially not so soon.
She was beginning to have second thoughts about the whole process.
After all, wasn't it this that she had been trying to avoid when
she took up Kat's offer of protection?
Fred, also, believed he knew what was coming and he leaned
forward slightly, intensely interested. This summer was certainly
taking an unexpected turn for him.
Tom sobered and his eyes narrowed. He wondered how far this
would go and if he could take advantage of it. He tried to look
through Kat's eyes to what lay beneath.
Kat merely gazed serenely back at Tom. Perhaps this would be
the ploy which got him. She trusted him not a whit, yet was not
concerned, for she felt she was prepared for his most probable
course of action.
"Just what do you mean?" Tom asked quietly.
"It's simple. I think you will like wearing my toy. We make
a little deal. You've always wanted Stacy, well here's your
chance. You get Stacy for three hours - she'll do whatever you
ask of her - and you wear my toy for three days. Seems fair to
me." Kat paused to let him consider the implications of her
offer.
"Stacy, go to your room. You know what to do." Kat smiled
encouragingly at Stacy.
"Yes, Mistress Kathryn," she whispered and obeyed, her body
moving in small jerks as if it and her mind were at war with each
other.
"Well, Tom, Stacy has gone to her room and is waiting for
you. If you enter her room wearing this," she tossed a leather
belt onto the table, "she will be your willing slave for the
next three hours."
Tom looked at the belt. It was thicker than a normal belt,
with devices on it for fastening items to, he suspected. If he
put it on he could have Stacy. Later he could simply take it off
or, if what he suspected was true and it needed a key to remove,
cut it off. He licked his lips. If he took Stacy and then refused
to pay up, Stacy and Mel would lose confidence in the Bitch and
he would win after all. Even if they didn't, he would have had
a willing Stacy - something he'd been after for quite some time.
Still, it was risky. It was always dangerous to play
another's game. Would she suspect him of the intention to cheat
and be prepared in some way? Probably. However, it would be a
cold day in hell the day he let someone like her outmaneuver him.
Kat stood. "I'll leave you to decide." She turned and left.
Tom looked at Fred. "What do you think?"
"Why ask me, Tom? Remember what you said about staying
away from her?" He paused to let it sink in, while Tom's gaze
was drawn to the belt. "It's your decision."
HOTSPRINGS
Chapter 7
The belt lay there in the middle of the table. Tom stared
at it for a long minute then cursed as he rose to his feet. His
dinner was forgotten. He picked up the belt. It was stiffer
than he expected. Stiff or supple, it made no difference. He'd
put it on, have Stacy and then take it off again.
"So you're going to agree to her terms," Fred stated,
somewhat surprised.
"In a pig's eye. Why should I play by her rules?"
Fred raised his eyebrows at that. "That's going to cause
problems, I think."
"Good. I never agreed to her little deal. You heard her,
I wear the belt, I get the girl."
"It seems that the rest is implied, Tom." Fred tried to
reason with him - without success.
"I'm on to her little game, and she's not going to succeed.
I'm tearing down her little Queendom, starting now. "'Sides,
what can the Bitch do?"
Without waiting for an answer he strode off to his room
to prepare. As he passed through the common room he did not
notice Kat sitting in the large arm chair, reading a magazine.
Kat smiled at Tom's receding back. It was progressing,
then, as she had thought it would. She slowly closed the
magazine and set it on the coffee table before arising and
heading for her own room.
Stacy sat, trembling, on her bed. When she had agreed to
do whatever Mistress Kat told her to, in order to get her
revenge, she had never counted on something like this. Avoiding
Tom had been one of the very reasons why she'd accepted Kat as
her Mistress and now Kat was giving her to Tom! It all seemed
so very ironic.
That, however, was not the cause of her trembling. She
wasn't sure she could go through with it - to allow Tom to use
her as he saw fit. And if she didn't go through with it -
assuming Tom took the bait - she was finished here at the
Hotsprings. Her breathing was shallow and fast. She *had*
to go through with it.
But maybe Tom wouldn't take the bait. He was smart enough
to know it was a trap, after all. The chances of him actually
coming into the room were small. Stacy began to breathe
more easily. When the door opened, it would be Mistress Kathryn,
telling her she could go to sleep. There was no need for her
to worry at all. Mistress Kathryn would come in and see her
ready for Tom and she would be pleased. Another test would
be passed and Mistress Kathryn would reward her.
Stacy arranged herself a little more provocatively on
the bed and practiced a sultry smile. Wouldn't Mistress Kathryn
be impressed!
The door opened and Stacy smiled her smile. Tom walked in
and her smile dropped. It couldn't be. Tom smiled at her
expression.
"You're mine for the next three hours, little pet. Just
relax and you'll enjoy this, I know I will."
Stacy's mind was in a turmoil. How could this be? What
should she do? How displeased would Kat really be if she failed?
The mere thought of it send a shudder down her spine. Tom noted
it and grinned - he, no doubt, thought he had caused it. The
bastard.
Suddenly Stacy was calm. There was no longer any doubt.
Yes, the bastard. And this little sacrifice would allow her to
get even with him. She took a deep breath.
"It's so nice to see you Tom. Are you wearing the belt?
Ah, I see you are. Just let me check it and then we can get
started." The belt was, indeed, on tightly enough that he
would be unable to get it down past his hips. She wondered what
he had thought when he realized that he would not be able to
undo the belt. Apparently, whatever he thought, he decided it
was worth the risk.
Tom was a little taken aback at Stacy's sudden switch, yet
it didn't bother him enough to change his plans. She was there,
she appeared willing, and he was going to have her. He glanced
at the alarm clock on her table.
"It's ten to seven," he grinned. "Don't bother even thinking
of being finished before ten to ten. I've waited a long time for
this and I'm not giving up a single minute." He looked up and
down Stacy's body, delight showing in his eyes.
Stacy was clad in a see-through nightgown, with panties her
only undergarment (on Kat's instructions), her breasts jutting
forward, nipples visible. Her hair was brushed back and shone in
the light from the open window.
Tom licked his lips as he kicked off his sandals. This would
be better than he ever had imagined. She would be his obedient, yet
not so willing, partner. It thrilled him to think of how humiliating
this situation must be for her, how she would not want to react,
would not want to give him the satisfaction of seeing her react
to his ministrations, yet how she would be forced to do so, to
come to the realization that he was in command, in control of
her will, of her body.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked her, not from
altruistic motives at all, but as the first step to taking her
from Kat's control and placing her in his own.
"Yes, Tom, I'm sure."
Tom didn't really notice the surety which rang in her voice.
He was blinded by the expected. It was the answer he knew she
would give and he did not pause to think that she might really
mean it.
Stacy looked meaningfully at the clock. "It's now eight
minutes to seven, Tom. Shouldn't we start. I'm sure you don't
want to waste any time.
Tom jerked back to reality. He had been so intent on her
figure in front of him that he had forgotten himself for a moment.
"Yes, right." Now that his moment of triumph was upon him
he was unsure of just how to start. He had never before actually
had a woman who would unquestioningly do what ever he asked of her.
It was a hard moment as he realized the pitfalls which awaited him.
He was now responsible for everything. It was not the easy place
to be which he had thought it would be.
"What do you want me to do, Tom?" It was as though Stacy had
sensed a little of what was going through Tom's mind and had
maliciously highlighted his indecision. A small smile flitted
over her face. Did she suddenly realize the power which the
powerless possessed?
Tom shook himself. Action, not thought, was what was needed
here. He stepped forward and pulled her to him, squashing her
breasts against his chest. He tilted her head up and kissed her
roughly. She allowed it, but did not respond. It was not going
how Tom had envisioned it, at all. He pushed her away from him
and she fell onto the bed, smiling up at him.
"Don't you like kissing me?" she asked, innocently.
"Damn you, is this how you obey your Mistress?" Tom was
angry, more at himself than at her.
Stacy went wide eyed, as if she had no idea what was going
on at all.
"But Tom," she replied, "you have not yet asked anything of
me. I am here, awaiting your orders."
Tom fumed. "Then react, damn it."
"Oh!" Sudden understanding seemed to dawn in Stacy's eyes.
"You want me to pretend to like this . . . ." she paused, as if
confused, "or do you want me to pretend *not* to like it? Is
that it?"
This was not going well at all. "Either way. Just react."
"Okay." Stacy got up and threw her arms around Tom's neck,
drawing his head down to her and kissed him back, thoroughly.
Tom was surprised when she opened her mouth to allow his tongue
in and her tongue dueled with it. It was becoming more difficult
to concentrate and when they broke the kiss both were breathing
heavily.
"That's better," Tom granted, stepping back. "Now take off
your nightgown - sexily." His own robe was now open, exposing his
chest, the belt and his boxer shorts. His feet were bare and
slightly apart
Stacy began a little dance, undulating as she stepped towards
then away from Tom, moving so close to him that her nipples almost,
but not quite, touched his chest, then away as she slowly raised
the hem of her nightgown past her knees and thighs.
Tom's eyes widened a little as her panties came into view,
purple and high cut. They would make a great souvenir, he thought,
and licked his lips once again. He sniffed at the air. She was
wearing no perfume, yet her hair still had the aroma of an
expensive shampoo. There was a slight hint of - banana? - to it.
He breathed more deeply as she sashayed closer once more, the
hem of the nightgown up above her navel now. He reached forward
and touched her belly before she moved back out of reach.
Tom cocked his head. There was something this reminded him
of - ah, of course - a lap dance in a strip joint. It gave him
an idea.
Stacy's nightgown was now off, her breasts swaying as she
moved. Tom reached forward and tweaked a nipple, smiled, then
spoke.
"You want what?" Stacy wasn't sure she had heard correctly.
"A lap dance. You know, like they do in strip clubs. The
stripper . . . "
"I see." Stacy had seen that once when her old boyfriend had
taken her into the "Club on 7th" one time. She had been both
intrigued and a little disgusted by the degradation of the women,
who had to dance, naked or semi naked, in front of the customers,
for a few dollars.
"And be sure to let me know that you're enjoying it," Tom
smirked. He turned her dressing table chair around and sat down
on it.
Stacy thought for a moment, then searched through her CDs.
Ah, here it was, just the thing.
"What are you doing," Tom's voice came from behind her.
"Just what you wanted. I'm finding suitable music." Stacy
popped the CD in her player and programmed it to repeat the song
she had chosen, then turned to face Tom. He sat facing her with
his back to the dressing table mirror. She would be able to see
herself as she danced. He sat on the edge of the chair with his
legs spread wide. She would be expected to dance within the
arc of his legs
Before the music started, she put on a pair of shoes with
two inch heels and grabbed a silk scarf from a drawer and tied
it loosely around her neck, then sat on the bed, facing Tom.
The music came on, the driving beat from ABBA's Voulez-Vous.
She began tapping her feet in time to the music, then on the first
'Voulez-vous' she stood and began to dance to the music. She
snapped her fingers to her left, then her right, her arms coming
across and pushing first one breast, then the other. Moving forward
she ran her tongue across her lips in an exaggerated gesture.
Her image in the mirror swayed and strutted and excited her.
She could do this - it was almost like in the shower - not for him,
not for the Bastard, but for herself, for Mistress Kathryn and for
the opportunity of getting him back later, would she do this. She
would excite him beyond reason, drive him to exhaustion, then make
the signal.
Closer and closer she danced until her breasts were mere inches
from Tom's mouth. He made to capture one but she backed up, teasing
him. He sat with his hands on his upper thighs, leaning slightly
forward. As of yet he was playing the role of customer - not allowed
to touch. Unwrapping her scarf she took an end in each hand and twirled
it like a skipping rope in front of her breasts. Then, stepping
forward once more she tossed it over Tom's head and drew him
forward to her breasts, moving her shoulders in circles, making
it difficult for him to capture a breast.
Finally he succeeded and she reduced her movements, enjoying
the feel of the warm mouth around her nipple. His tongue flicked
at her nipple and her eyes closed in the rapture of the moment. She
turned, pulling her nipple from his mouth and presenting the other
breast which he willingly took in. If he was surprised at her
willingness he gave no sign.
Stacy pulled back and turned her back to Tom, continuing to
dance. He put his hands on her ass and she turned her head to
smile down at him. She was now singing along with the song.
"Voulez-vous, ah-hah," and with each 'ah-hah' she bounced her
rear off his lap, feeling him grow with each bounce. Her head
swung back and forth, whipping Tom's face with her flying hair.
This was fun! She was really getting into it, getting hot - in
more ways than one. Sweat was beginning to bead on her and she
felt herself starting to moisten as well.
She turned around once more, bent over and placed her hands on
Tom's knees, still moving her feet, her breasts hanging down for his
viewing pleasure, swinging back and forth, then closed his legs.
She moved up and straddled his legs, and bounced up and down on
his thighs. His cock, she could see, when she looked down, was
struggling to get free. She grinned at herself in the mirror,
then her eyes suddenly widened as Tom, now almost beside himself
with excitement, abruptly stood, wrapping his arms around her and
lifting her with him as he rose. She brought up her legs and
wrapped them around him as he carried her to the bed.
In the mirror she could see the look of victory in her
bright eyes. She had done it.
God, but that Stacy was one hot chick. He hadn't really
noticed it before, but when she let go, she Let Go! In all the
times he'd paid a lap dancer, none had ever gotten him so hard
as quickly as she had. She might have been hesitant about going
with him, but when she made up her mind she went with it - full
out.
He could smell her excitement in the air and that added
to his own. He lowered her to the bed and she let go of him,
and lay there, legs and arms spread, awaiting his pleasure.
His pleasure. He liked the feel of those words. Yes,
it would be his pleasure indeed. He reached forward and began
to pull down her panties. She raised her hips to help him and
a smile broke over his face. She was hot and she wanted it, too!
Her cunt was there, now naked in front of him, dewdrops of her
juices on her cuntlips. He gave the panties a quick sniff and
pocketed them before allowing his robe to fall to the floor. It
had been his intention to have her take down his shorts and wrap
that pretty mouth of hers about his cock, but he was too excited
to wait and with swift movements he stripped the boxers from his
body.
His cock stood to attention and her eyes went to it, half
fearful, half lusting, he thought. Then he was between her
thighs, pressing forward, kissing at her neck, his cock seeking
the moist portals to pleasure.
Her hand was between them, suddenly, guiding him in. He
pressed forward, his cock jumping as he heard her gasp. Then
he was inside, pressing forward, burying himself to his balls
in her. Ahh. She was so tight, so wonderfully wet and, best
of all, she was all his. He raised himself up on his hands so
he could see her face as he began to plunge into her with hard
swift strokes.
Her face contorted with a grimace, then slowly smoothed as
her lubrication coated him and he slicked in and out. Her breasts
rippled and shook with the force of their meetings, sending a
thrill through him.
It was better than he'd dreamed. Her breath was coming in
gasps as she struggled to maintain her composure, but he would
give her no chance. She would get it long and hard, until she
came. Only after that would he allow himself to come, showing
her his mastery.
"Ride me," she gasped at him. "Ride me hard, Tom, hard
and fast."
Tom grinned. He had known that once she had given in she
would love it. She was his now. All it had taken was a real
man. She would never go back to the Bitch now, he knew. He
gave her what she wanted, hard and fast. His breath was coming
in gasps now as well. It was a strenuous position he was in.
He made to lower himself onto her, but she stopped him.
"I want you to see my face when I come," she panted.
It was a hell of an idea. He wanted to see it, too, now.
"You got it, baby." He was dripping with sweat, holding back
when all he wanted, now, was to come. It was a point of honor
now and he used every trick he knew to stay strong.
Suddenly it came to him that she was holding back as well,
and he laughed out loud. "No way, pussy, no way," he gasped and
began to grind hard into her pelvis with each thrust. It had its
effect and her body began tensing beneath him.
No. It wasn't fair. She was going to come. She knew it
and knew that he knew it. She had played the game too well and
now the Bastard was going to make her come. Only one part of
her mind could think of that, the rest was too busy enjoying the
thrusting, the wonderfulness of the sex. Everything was tightening
and her body was rising off the bed, even as he rammed into her,
trying to subdue this last effort.
Her last conscious decision, before she came, was to let
herself go, to be loud. He would like that.
She couldn't hold out much more, he knew as he ground into
her, pushing her rising body back towards the bed. It was so
good, this taking of Stacy. He had her. He had her. Triumph
filled him as her piercing cry filled the room and her body
surged into his before collapsing back onto the bed.
Her face had, indeed, been worth seeing as she came, as
she lost all control. Now it was his turn. He stepped up his
thrusting - hearing, with glee, her cries as he pounded her
now very sensitive clit. He was tightening, himself, his balls
heavy and full, his cock hard and strong.
Point of no return - the thought came to him as his body
went into automatic. He thrust hard and fast to increase his
pleasure until his roar of joy blotted everything else out and
he was coming in long spurts into Stacy's accepting body.
God. What a ride. He collapsed on her, hearing the whoosh
of breath as his weight drove the air from her lungs.
A vast lethargy overcame him as he lay on her, trapping
her beneath him, with him still inside her. A few minutes rest
couldn't hurt. It was so warm and wonderful here, inside her,
on her, surrounding her.
Tom never knew that she pushed the button. Only heard her
soft cooing in his ear. Her legs were wide and she hooked them
around Tom's, pulling him open a bit. Then she wrapped her arms
around him and held on tight for what was to come.
He felt the moistness as her finger massaged his anus. Once
started there was no stopping her, he sleepily thought to himself.
She was working a finger into his ass. He decided to allow it
and relaxed into her delicious warmth.
His eyes snapped open. That was no finger, and besides,
both of Stacy's arms were around him, holding him tight. He
struggled to get up, to stop the penetration - both to no
avail. The plug. It was the fucking plug, and it was in him,
stretching him! There was a click at the back of the belt and a
pulling sensation.
"Let go of his legs." It was the Bitch's voice.
As Stacy obeyed he struggled to get up, but was still
trapped by her arms around him. Too late he realized he had
played into Kat's hands, as she took advantage of the gap
between him and Stacy to thread something between his legs
and attach it to the belt in front. There were two of them,
he realized, as someone did the same thing on the other side.
"Okay, Stacy, you can let go now."
Tom struggled to his feet, still somewhat groggy. He
looked down and saw the taut cords, one leading down to
either side of his cock and balls to the buttplug he felt
stretching his ass. The third cord went up the crack of his
ass and attached to the middle of the belt behind him.
He glared at Kat, and then saw Mel there as well. He
switched his glare of rage to Mel.
"Sorry Tom, but you agreed, and I had to."
"You sorry bastard." He returned his attention to Kat.
"What the hell's this all about?" As if he didn't know.
"Like Mel said, you agreed. You seemed likely to break
that agreement, but I wasn't about to allow that. A deal is
a deal. You *will* complete your end of the agreement." Her
voice was very calm, very purposeful.
He raged impotently as Mel walked out, then he calmed a
bit. He'd simply cut the cords later and take the plug out.
Now, however, it was putting a strange sort of pressure on him,
causing his cock to rise, unbidden.
"I see you like it," Kat grinned. "Now let me explain
how this is going to work. You will wear that plug for the
next three days. When you have to use the toilet, I will
unlock the rear cord and you can remove it for the time
required. You will then come back to me to prove that it
is back where it is supposed to be. If you damage either the
belt or plug in an attempt to remove them yourself, there *will*
be reprisals. Count on it.
"You will not disturb me when I'm in my room at night.
You're all grown up and can ensure that you do your duty before
going to bed. Disturb me at your own risk. Any questions?"
"You Bitch," Tom growled.
Kat smiled. "Had you gone along with the rules, like Mel,
the locks wouldn't have been necessary. You have only yourself
to blame."
Tom switched his gaze to Stacy who was beside herself with
joy. "You knew about this," he accused her.
"Yes," she replied, eyes shining, "and I'm glad I had a part
in it. You don't look so bad now, Tom Calder, and every time I
look at you I'll laugh. Shoe's on the other foot now, isn't it,
'Pussy'."
Tom glowered. The clock caught his attention. "Hey, I still
have 90 minutes left, don't I. Or are you going to welsh on your
end of the deal?"
Stacy looked, wild-eyed at the clock, then at Kat.
"So you do. I always live up to my end of a deal. 90 minutes
it is. Enjoy." Kat turned and walked from the room, much to Stacy's
dismay.
"Still think it's so funny, Stacy?" he asked, after Kat closed
the door behind her.
"You got what you deserved, Tom." Stacy wasn't going to back
down from him. Not now, not ever again. She stared at him, eyes
drawn down to the belt and the cords which would keep him to his
word. It was funny and she tried, unsuccessfully to hide a smile.
"So you do think it's funny." Tom shook his head in mock
dismay. "You like the idea of me having this thing up my ass?"
She did, and on impulse she said so.
"Well, then, Stacy, perhaps it's time for you to feel what
it's like, having something up your ass." He stroked his
hardening cock suggestively. "Don't worry, I'll be gentle. I
don't want to hurt you, just give you a taste of this same
medicine."
She blanched. He wouldn't. Her heart sank. He would.
"Please Tom, no."
"Is that how you obey your Mistress? If you back out, I get
rid of the plug. Seems fair to me. Let's go tell the Bitch that
the deal's off. You can save both our asses."
Stacy was on the point of agreeing when she realized that,
if she did, her sacrifice would have been for nothing. Damn the
Bastard anyway. She composed her face.
"How do you want me, Tom?"
Tom frowned at her, then slowly smiled. "You know, I'm
almost glad you made that decision. Afterwards, we can fuck to
your music. Voulez-vous seems like an appropriate song, considering."
"Everything all in order?" Fred put down his book as Kat sat
down across from him in the common room.
"Oh, yes. Just fine," smiled Kat. "Now it's time we had a
talk, don't you think?"
Fred grinned. "Politics or Religion?"
Kat kept calm. "I was thinking of you and me."
"Well, I already know more about you than I think I want to,
and I do know about me. I'm happy with that. What's to discuss?"
Kat refused to be put off. Fred might be slippery, but she'd
pin him down yet. "How about us."
"I didn't know there was an 'us'."
"There could be. Remember you said that you thought you were
in love with me?" She willed him to remember the picture of her
silhouetted by the sun, her body showing through her dress.
"Perhaps with who you appeared to be. But reality has raised
it's ugly head, hasn't it?" Fred was tired and growing a little weary
of the banter and it told in his tone of voice.
"Do you truly think I'm ugly now," Kat allowed the hurt into
her voice. "Is it so ugly what I am, the way I live." His
dispassionate assessment had hurt her more than all Tom's anger
could ever do, more than she wanted to admit. Being a dominatrix
didn't mean one didn't have feelings, too. She respected Fred for
the way he treated everyone he met, for his cheerful attitude, and
this sudden negativity, made worse by the lack of any passion, was
hard to take. Moreso, since she'd never heard him say anything
negative about anyone else. It was hard to be thus singled out by
someone you respected.
Fred must have been truly listening for he rose and crossed
over to the couch and sat beside her. He held her hand.
"No, Kat. You are not ugly, nor is the way you live. We
each have to be true to ourselves. You are playing your little
games, and Mel, Stacy and Tom have joined you in them. You have
each made your decisions in this matter.
"I, too, have made my decision. I don't want to play. I
will not play. I like it here. I like all of you, yes you, too,
Kat. But I will leave, regardless, if I am forced to play." He
raised her chin and turned her head until she was looking at him.
"Let me be Kat. Please." It was a plea and she recognized it as
such, but not a plea from a position of weakness.
Her voice, when it came, was almost a whisper, almost a
plea also. "I can't." Her eyes lowered.
"Why not?" His voice was mild.
She suddenly wanted to tell him, to accept his choice without
reservation, however, that wasn't in the cards. She shook her
head sadly. "I just can't."
"Then maybe it's time I started packing."
HOTSPRINGS
Chapter 8
Tom was in a rage. He paced back and forth in his room.
The Bitch. The God Damned Bitch. He'd beat her yet. Just how,
he didn't know, but he'd beat her.
The center of his ire was the butt plug, its cords and the
belt. The cords had wire centers - he couldn't cut through
them with his knife. He knew. He'd tried. The same went for the
belt. Now he'd have to face her with the damage he'd done - and
all for what? He was still locked in.
The only way through would be with wire cutters, and he knew,
he just knew, that Mel, on Kat's orders, would have all such
implements locked up. Damn, damn, damn. It was going to be
an unpleasant night.
After he'd finished his three hours with Stacy - the only
good part of the night - he'd had to go to Kat to have the plug
unlocked so he could complete his toilet. The Bitch-queen had
made him wear a wrist cuff, attached to the belt, before unlocking
the rear cord to the plug, until he came back offering proof
that the plug was again inserted and the cord drawn tight.
He couldn't even properly try to pick the locks - they were
cruciform. Damn, damn, damn.
In the previously empty spare room Kat slept with Mel and
Stacy to either side of her, though lower in the bed such that
their heads were at about the level of her breasts. It had been
very pleasurable to have one of them suckling at each breast.
They'd come to her after playing with each other. It had been a
reward to them for the taking of Tom.
That, by itself, wouldn't bring him over; still, it would
go a fair way toward destroying his confidence in himself. He
would no longer be a serious threat to her plans. He might not
fall in with them, but he would not be able to counter them. At
the very worst he would retreat from all dealings with her brood.
It had been a very good day.
Stacy reached out and touched her Mistress's hip. It had
been so good of her to allow them to be at her side during the
night. She felt comforted and protected. Although still sore
from Tom's abuse of her body, she was in a remarkably good
mood. She had thought of a way to get revenge upon him. She
wouldn't tell Mistress Kathryn, she would just do it. A smile
played about her lips as she considered how best to implement
her idea.
Fred sat on his chair and gazed wistfully at the two
suitcases which sat on the bed. Packing and leaving held no
special thrill for him. He had been happy here, relatively
speaking. Still, events were moving in a way which was
destroying the relative happiness. Why couldn't she just
leave him alone, he wondered of Kat? Why was it so important
to her to get him, too? It wasn't as if he was trying to
thwart her efforts with the others. The game she was playing was
amusing - as long as it didn't involve him. The others had all
played along of their own volition - whatever they got was of
their own making, they didn't have to play. So why, when he had
made it clear that he didn't want to play, was she still intent on
forcing it upon him?
It was a question which he couldn't answer, which she,
apparently, wouldn't answer. So, what other course of action
was there to take, other than leaving?
He glanced out the window and was rewarded with the sight
of a great goblin moon rising above the trees. It appeared
huge, yellow and full, lighting up the night. It would, perhaps,
make a good picture and he pulled his camera from its case.
He braced it against the window ledge, it would have been
preferable to have a tripod, however, that was in the trunk of
his car and by the time he retrieved it the shot would be gone.
The sky was clear and the temperature of the night air
cooler than it had been of late. The result of this was to
cause a veritable fog over the pool. Looking down upon it, Fred
was reminded of depictions of primeval worlds, not yet cooled.
The tendrils of vapor swirled about in the light breeze.
The whole scene caused an unknown emotion to well up in
him. It was almost a memory of something lost to the mind,
lost in a fog. The sense of loss saddened him, yet, somehow,
joy also echoed throughout him.
He was looking down, absently, enchanted, his mind somewhere
else, when the splash startled him out of his reverie. There was
someone in the pool, which was closed at this time of night. He
peered through the mists trying to make out who it could be.
Jennie floated in the pool, comforted by the mists which
gently softened all the harsh edges. Her whole world was the
pool and the short distance she could see. The comfort was
something she desperately needed. Her thoughts went back
to the shock of Kathy's revelation.
It was patently obvious to her what was happening and it
hurt her beyond what she was capable of showing. Jake had
betrayed her. There was no doubt about it. Kathy would
prove it. No, no doubt at all. She had suspected this at
other times, the only difference, now, was that this time she
wanted the proof, wanted to be sure.
The strange thing was that she felt vaguely disloyal to
Jake for asking Kathy, or Kat as she had heard the others
calling her, to press on. Why should she be the one to feel
disloyal? Nonetheless, she did, and she had tossed and turned
in her bed, unable to relax.
As sleep would not come, she had decided to let the
hotsprings relax her, to deplete all that nervous energy. It
was working. She could feel all the tension being melted away
as the hot sulfurous water did what it did best. Yes, the
tension was leaving her body relaxed, sapping her strength,
making it difficult to even think. However, her emotions were
coming to the surface like bubbles in the pool.
Jennie wiped at her face, knowing that tears were mingled
with the perspiration. Life wasn't fair, she decided. God,
why this? Why now? Weren't there trials enough without a
betrayal as well? The tears were coming freely and a
shuddering sob shook her body.
No, damnit, he wouldn't make her cry. She struggled to
bring her breathing back under control. She would be tough.
She would distance herself, like men did it. Nothing showed
with them, it seemed.
Jennie pulled herself out of the pool with a ruthless
determination. She would not let it get her down. She
looked up, through the mists, to the star filled sky. It
was so beautiful; it was good to be alive and here.
"Then why does it hurt so much?" she spoke softly
to her favorite constellation, much as she had when she was a
youngster. "Why does it hurt so much?"
After recovering, somewhat, from the energy draining pool,
Jennie turned and made her way to the door to the back stairs.
On reaching her door, she turned and glanced around before
opening it. Someone was in the common room, or someone had
left the light on. She decided to investigate.
"Hi, Fred." She was pleased that it was him. He was
leaning over the coffee table, absently playing solitaire.
"Up rather late, aren't you?"
Fred looked up and smiled at her. He had such a nice
smile, and Jennie began to feel a little better.
"Hi, Jennie. Guess I'm not the only one." He looked
at her hair, still wet from her dip. The smell of sulfur
wafted across the room. "Been in the pool? Nice night for it."
"I couldn't sleep. Mind if I sit down?" Fred might be
a good one to talk to. She always felt up after being with
him.
"Of course not. Yeah, I couldn't sleep either. Maybe
it's going around," he grinned. "The question is: Did I
catch it from you, or you from me. It's important to know
who to blame."
Jennie grinned back as she tightened the tie on her
robe before sitting. She was feeling better already.
"How about we share the blame. I don't think I'm strong
enough to take it all." She grimaced to herself. The catch
in her voice had betrayed her. She hadn't meant to let
anything out like that. And Fred had caught it. Not that
he showed much, but a slight sharpening of his look convinced
her of it.
"Then I guess I'll take the weight," he sighed. "The
boss is never to blame, you know." He gave forth with his best
'put upon' expression, causing Jennie to giggle.
"She isn't?" Jennie raised her eyebrows.
"Nope, says so right in the contract. Article 47, I
think. I'll have to check with the union steward for a
legal opinion, however."
Now Jennie laughed. She leaned back and crossed her
legs, contemplating Fred. Humor was just what she needed now,
and he was doing a good job of providing it.
"What else does it say in the contract?"
"Figures," Fred's voice was filled with mock disgust.
"Bosses never read the contract. No wonder the grievances
are multiplying."
"They are?"
"Sure. All due to Article 21."
"Article 21? Isn't that the one that says that the boss
shall give the employee a good-night kiss for helping her
through a tough spot?"
Fred laughed as Jennie stood. He got up as well.
"That's the one, and it's been weeks, you know."
"That's one grievance I think we can settle now," Jennie
moved towards him, much to his surprise. She kissed him
lightly on the cheek.
"Thank you, Fred. I'm glad you are here." She touched him
lightly on the arm, then glanced at the wall clock. "Ah, well,
guess I'd better go to bed. I think I'll be able to sleep now."
She turned and walked back to her room. Fred was such
a nice young man. Something caught in her memory. When she
had crossed her legs, had he been staring at the skin revealed?
No. She must have been mistaken.
In his room, Fred stared once more at the suitcases on his
bed. He looked at them for a long time before finally letting
out a long sigh. He replaced them in the closet and began
undressing for bed. He'd have to think of another way out. He
couldn't bring himself to abandon ship just yet.
"You're sure about it?" Jennie's voice was under firm
control.
"Positive," Kat replied. "I guess he didn't expect anyone
to go over past records. I'm sorry, Jennie. What are you going
to do about . . . sorry, none of my business."
Jennie smiled a mirthless smile. "It's okay, Kat." Kat
looked up at the unexpected use of the shortened form of her name.
"I'll do as you suggested, get the bank to get me a copy of the
transactions. I have to be sure."
Kat nodded slowly. There wasn't much else to say. She
changed the subject. "I made out the shopping list for your
trip into town. I hope I haven't left anything out. I'd hate
to have you make a second trip."
Jennie smiled. "You? You're about the most organized person
I've ever met. If you've forgotten something it'll have been an
honest mistake." She studied the list, nonetheless.
"Any mail?" she asked before turning to leave.
"It's on the counter."
Fred rushed in at that moment, breathing heavily. He held a
small package in his hand. "Not too late for the mail?" Kat faded
back into the office doorway.
"Not at all Fred, put it in the bag with the rest," Jennie
answered.
Kat noted that it was a film package. Fred was sending
something out to be developed. How interesting. She decided she
would like to see those photographs.
"By the way, Fred?" Jennie stopped him as he pushed open
the door.
"Yes?"
"Do you know what's wrong with Tom. He seems real grumpy
this morning."
Kat held herself still, wondering how Fred would answer this.
"Tom? Yeah, I noticed. I don't know, I guess maybe
something's gotten into him - ah, probably just some pain in the
ass. I wouldn't worry about it." He stepped through the door
and left.
Jennie was torn between going after Fred to find out just
what he'd meant - Fred never used language like that - and turning
to investigate the choking sounds she'd heard behind her. By
the time she made up her mind the sounds had stopped and Fred was
gone. Jennie shrugged her shoulders and left also. It would be
a long ride into town.
Mel met her at the truck and they got in. Jennie noticed
that Mel lowered himself carefully to the seat and grimaced as
he sat down. She shook her head and wondered what the hell was
going on around the place.
By the time the truck had returned to Hotsprings Campsite
late that afternoon she had no more idea than before. Mel
hadn't been exactly the most congenial traveling companion.
Stacy met them as they pulled up. She picked up her package
from Jennie then went around to the other side of the truck.
When Mel eased himself from the cab she gave him a quick hug
and, Jennie noted, his butt a quick squeeze. Her eyebrows
raised a fraction. Perhaps that was what was going on. She
knew how Tom had been after Stacy, and if Stacy was now going
out with Mel it would certainly account for his mood. She
smiled to herself.
Having solved that mystery, to her satisfaction, she
aided the others in unloading the truck, then went up to her
room for a short rest.
It was a relief to be alone. The trip back had been
a difficult one. The bank told her that they would have the
records she requested ready in a day or two and would drop
them off with the post office to be taken out to the site with
the regular mail run.
The wait would be a hard one. She took a deep breath to
calm herself. It didn't work. Did she really want to know,
she wondered? Was it really worth it to be put in a position
where she would have to do something? If she knew nothing she
would not have to take any action. Suspicions didn't really
mean anything. Did they?
Jennie took another breath. Yes, they did. And yes, she
had to know. The situation was getting out of control and she
had to take action. How Jake would feel about it . . . . She'd
handle that when it came up.
One good thing. Since Kat had arrived, the operations of
the campsite were going more smoothly than ever before. She had
a knack for organization and it seemed to be rubbing off on the
rest of the staff. She was a perfectionist, Jennie decided, and
that wasn't bad at all.
"You were right, Fred. I made a mistake and now, by God,
I'm fucking paying for it." Tom leaned over the counter of the
closed diner pitching his words for Fred's ears only, in spite
of the fact that there was no one else in the room. "It's
god-damned terrible, you know . . ." His voice trailed off.
"Does it hurt much?" Fred asked, putting as much sympathy
as he could in his voice.
"Nah. The terrible thing is, well, ah, I'm getting used to
the damned thing."
Fred coughed to smother the laugh which almost escaped.
He hadn't been expecting that. "And?"
"And the worst part is, every so often it gives me a hard-on.
Makes working kind of unpleasant. Once you get one, you know, it
doesn't go away all that easily. Then I get thinking about things,
you know, and that just makes it worse." He lowered his voice even
more. "Hell, once I had to go to the washroom to, ah, relieve
myself. It got that bad."
Fred wasn't sure he wanted to be hearing this. He looked at
his watch. "Well, you're through the first day. Only two more to
go."
"Yeah, only two more to go," Tom repeated. "Now I got to go
see the Bitch, get it undone - damn."
"Problem?"
"Yeah. I tried to cut the damned thing off, but it's wire
cored, I couldn't. No way she'll miss it. I hate to think of
what she'll do. What do you think she'll do?
Tom was on his knees, leaning over a chair, both hands
in leather cuffs and attached to the belt. He now knew what
the Bitch would do.
Kat had not been pleased with the damage to the belt and
cords. Or so she had let on. Actually, it was as she had
hoped. If he'd just settled for wearing the plug, then gone
back to being his normal recalcitrant self, little would
have been gained by the whole exercise. Now he would learn
something and his resistance would be worn down by wondering
what else she could do.
"You disappoint me, Tom. I thought we had an understanding.
Now I'm faced with this damage you've done. Have you any idea
how much these toys cost?"
"I'll replace the damn things, Kat. Just take them off."
He wasn't ready yet. The damn things, as he put it, had
already been taken off. He was wearing a new belt now and Stacy
was standing in front of him, preparing the new plug.
"Unfortunately," Kat smiled at him, "I don't have any plugs
of the same size as the one you damaged." She sounded saddened,
by the fact. She wasn't. "So we'll just have to get by with
one a little larger." Her smile widened as he grit his teeth.
"But I'm sure you'll love it just as much as the other one,
maybe more." She nodded to Stacy who walked around behind Tom
and placed it at his anus. "Tell Stacy when you want it inserted,
Tom." He glared at her, hating her.
"Now." Best to get it over with. He let out a gasp as
Stacy drove the lubed plug in hard and fast, then worked it
around a bit. He closed his eyes in mortification as his cock
rose once more.
"You were right, Mistress Kathryn, he likes it." Stacy
stroked his cock a few times before threading the cords through
their slots, tightening them and locking them in place. "See
how big he's getting."
"Okay, Kat. It's in. Now undo these damned cuffs and let
me go."
"Not so fast. How do I know you won't damage these ones
as well?"
"I won't." His voice was filled with the frustration he
was feeling.
"Perhaps if you gave up something of value - a hostage,
so to speak." Kat wondered how he would react to what was
coming.
"What do you mean?" He was confused.
"How about I take possession of your little collection
until you've fulfilled your obligation."
Tom's eyes widened as the realization came to him.
"You sneaking Bitch! How dare you . . ." He stopped
suddenly, not wanting to get her any more angry than she already
was. "Okay. Deal."
Kat and Stacy helped him to his feet and Kat led him,
using his cock as a leash, naked, down the hall to his room
where she confiscated his panty collection. She sent them, with
Stacy, back to her room while she undid the wrist cuffs.
She looked up at his red face. "You are beginning to annoy
me, Tom. Next time I hear you call me 'Bitch', I will burn one
item in your collection. Do you understand?"
Tom nodded.
"Do you understand." There was more power in her voice this
time.
"Yes, Kat."
"Yes, Mistress Kathryn," Kat corrected him.
"Not on your life you B . . ." Tom stopped himself in time.
"Close. I should burn one anyway, but I won't. Okay, I'll
give you a break." She paused, tossing her head imperiously, then
continued. "Yes, Kathryn," she prompted.
"Yes, Kathryn," Tom mumbled.
She smiled and left, leaving Tom standing, his head bowed,
dejectedly.
Kat went to get herself a snack and found Fred in the kitchen,
apparently with the same idea. He nodded at her.
"How are things?" he asked politely.
"Progressing well," she replied. "He's coming along very
well. It won't be too much longer and he'll willingly do what I
ask."
"You have a high opinion of yourself," Fred replied as he
cut a few slices of cheese and put them on the crackers he'd
set on a plate.
"It's experience talking, my dear man. He believed he could
beat me and, believing that, he was himself beaten." Kat swiped
one of the cheese topped crackers and popped it in her mouth.
"And me?" Fred was curious.
"You're too smart for that." Kat shrugged, which loosened
her robe slightly, showing more cleavage. "You know that if
you don't play the game you can't be beaten, right?"
Fred nodded, his eyes drawn back to her cleavage no matter
what he told them to do. She shrugged her shoulders again and
the robe was further loosened.
"So, what I have to do is find a way to convince you to play.
It can be fun." She followed him as he abruptly turned and left
for the common room.
Fred seated himself in the stuffed chair and picked up his
book from the coffee table. Kat smiled and sat across from him.
Now her robe had parted at the top and her nipples were almost
visible. She was not wearing a bra.
"Why not play," she asked reasonably, it can be rewarding."
She shifted, bringing her left breast into view, nipple erect
from brushing against the robe and from the thrill of the hunt.
Fred swallowed hard, then looked her in the eye. "No sale."
He turned his attention back to his book.
"Fred?" He looked up to see her standing, removing her robe
entirely. She bent over, letting her breasts hang down and sway
as she picked up another of Fred's crackers. She had his full
attention. "If you want to discuss this further, I'll be up
for the next half hour." Her green eyes gleamed with suppressed
laughter, "and I won't kick you out of bed for eating crackers."
With hips swaying, she walked out of the common room and
down the hall to her own room. Now she'd see.
Forty minutes later Kat gave a loud sigh and turned off the
light. It had been worth a try. It had been a bit of a shock
to find that he could so easily resist her body. Ah, well,
there would be a way to reach him, she knew. She'd just have
to search harder for it.
In his room, lying on his back, staring at the ceiling,
Fred wondered at both himself and at her. He had been almost
tempted to take her up on her unspoken offer. There would
not have been a price tag - this time. She was counting on
him being hooked. Thus, he could have used her, as Tom had
counted on using Stacy. Perhaps that was why he hadn't, because
it would be 'using'. He gave a short, harsh laugh. Perhaps he,
also, was playing a game. Not hers, but his own, which demanded
this sort of honor. As Tom would say, 'damn, damn, damn'.
Why was it so important that she get him? The thought
kept him awake for longer than he would want to admit. Finally,
though, he fell to sleep. Tomorrow would be another day.
Tom felt the pressure inside him. His cock was hard and
throbbing. If only she hadn't taken his collection. Now
would be the perfect time for it. He moved about a bit, causing
the plug to move within him, exciting him. It wasn't so bad
after all. If only he could remove it when he wanted to.
He considered the situation. Well, he had the woody, he
might as well get some enjoyment out of it. He lay on his
back with a pillow under his knees and began stroking himself.
He pulled his legs up and pushed against the pillow with his
heels, which then pushed against the plug.
"Ah, yes," he moaned and began to work his hand faster
and faster. Not finding the pillow giving enough force, he
reached his other hand down and began working the plug to
the extent he could. God, it felt good. He'd never known
this before. It was something he could be thankful to Kat
for. He grabbed his handkerchief from the night table and
wrapped it around his cock - no use getting the bed all wet.
It was getting closer, closer. He could feel the tightness,
the need. His legs pushed his ass off the bed and he groaned
as the point of no return was reached. He stroked faster and
harder and then he was coming. His legs gave way and the tapered
end of the plug came down on the pillow, jolting him back up,
then down again, on his side this time, still stroking. His
anus contracted rhythmically around the plug, the sensation
new and exciting. He almost thanked Kat for the plug. What
other toys might she have?
As he drifted off to sleep he wondered what it would feel
like if he put a vibrator against the plug - if he had a
vibrator.
HOTSPRINGS
Chapter 9
"My God, what a day!" Tom spat out after the last customer
left the Lunch Bar. "What do you think of that?" He grimaced as
he sank down onto one of the stools. It was a relief to be off of
his feet.
Fred wiped the sweat off his face with his sleeve. It had
been brutal. The stream of customers hadn't let up at all.
There had been no time for a break, let alone a meal. He was
exhausted. He sat down beside Tom.
"I still don't believe it," he said. "I've never seen
anything like it. How can you do this for a living?"
Tom was surprised. He had forgotten that Fred was a
newcomer to the kitchen. "I like to cook," he said simply.
"People come in here hungry and I feed them. It feels good.
They come in here wanting and walk out satisfied. Look at their
faces sometime. A good meal in them and they are all smiles -
or at least content. It's a good job, really. It harms no one
and makes many happy."
Fred was impressed. He hadn't thought of it in that way,
and he'd never even considered Tom as a 'humanitarian'. It was
only then that he realized that cooking was Tom's vocation. He
hadn't fallen into it, hadn't taken it up because there was
nothing else, he truly loved it. Fred revised his image of
Tom upwards a notch.
"But doesn't it get to you sometimes - like today?"
Tom grinned. "Yeah. Sometimes. Like today. I'm so
tired I don't even think I'm hungry. Sure as hell I'm not
cooking anything for myself now, nor for you, partner." He
laughed at Fred's look of pain. "How about a sandwich then,
say, peanut butter and jelly."
"You're a cruel man, Tom. Okay, I'll fix us something.
Any preference?"
"Anything, as long as I don't have to cook it. That's the
one problem with this job. After a day like today you just
don't want to cook for yourself and, if you do, you don't enjoy
the food." He rubbed the back of his hand against his mouth.
The door swung open and the two men hung their heads at
the sound.
"I thought *you* locked it," Tom muttered to Fred as he
turned to see who it was.
It was Stacy. "Hi boys." She was carrying a tray with
two bowls and some fresh bread on it. "I saw how busy you
were and thought I'd bring you something to eat. It's my
specialty - goulash. Careful, it's hot." She set the tray
down and placed one bowl in front of each man.
Tom was dumbfounded. After yesterday he wouldn't have
thought Stacy would give him a second thought. Maybe she'd
enjoyed it more than she let on.
"Thanks Stacy," he said, "you're a life saver. I was
almost ready to let Fred, here, cook for me."
Fred laughed. "Thank-you, Stacy. It smells great."
He rewarded her with a smile.
"Jesus H. Christ!" Tom had jumped up and backed away
from the counter, looking at the goulash as if it might rear
up and bite him. "What the hell did you put in it, a gallon
of Tobasco?"
Stacy clapped her hands together, delighted with Tom's
reaction. "I warned you it was hot."
"Yeah, but I thought you meant . . ." His voice trailed
off as he watched Fred sniff at it, almost suspiciously, before he
carefully lifted the spoon to his mouth and tasted it cautiously.
"Dear Lord, that's hot." Sweat broke out on his brow. He
took another taste. "But it's good," he admitted. "Where did
you learn to make this?"
"My grandmother. She loved hot dishes."
Tom approached the counter once more, leaned over and took
a whiff. With trepidation he picked up his spoon once more and,
as Stacy watched him intently, carefully took another taste. He
shuddered and stuffed some bread into his mouth. After he
swallowed that, he turned back to Stacy.
"Fred's right. It is good." He sounded almost surprised.
"My compliments." He dipped the spoon back into the bowl.
"Why, thank you Tom. You don't know what it means to me
to see you enjoy it. Anyway, I have to go. Mistress Kathryn
wants me for something. Enjoy." She turned and left.
"That was nice of her," Fred commented. "I'm a bit
surprised."
"Yeah, me too. Better eat up before she changes her mind."
The pounding on her door brought Kat out of a deep sleep.
"What is it?" she mumbled, fumbling for the bedside lamp. It
blinded her and she looked away. The knocking continued.
"Coming," she called. Squinting at the clock, she made out
the time: 1:10 a.m.
"This had better be good," she glared at the door as she
pulled her robe about her. She could make out a voice calling
her name softly but urgently. Tom?
"What is it, Tom?" Kat asked, curious at this late night
visit. Tom looked distraught, she noted as she squinted against
the light.
"I gotta go, Kat. Please unlock me. Quick."
Understanding came swiftly, bringing Kat totally awake
instantly. Such a gift had to be utilized carefully.
"I thought we had an understanding, Tom. Do you realize
how late it is?"
"Kat, please," he was desperate, "unlock me, please."
Kat's eyes gleamed brightly. "But, Tom," she said, the
voice of reason, "shouldn't we talk about the consequences
of this interruption first. I told you that you would be at
risk if you disturbed me."
"Anything - I agree to anything, just unlock me. Kat,
Kathryn, please, I'm begging you, quickly." It looked like
he was near to tears.
"Very well, Tom, put on the wrist cuffs."
Tom's hands were trembling as he held them out. Kat
locked a wrist cuff on each wrist, something she hadn't done
previously, before fastening his left hand to the belt. Then
the rear lock was released and Tom hurried down the hall to
his room.
"What's going on, Mistress Kathryn?" a very curious,
sleepy Stacy asked. She had, apparently, been awakened by
the knocking.
"Something very good, Stacy," Kat replied. "Something
very good. You will wait here with me and we will see what
we will see."
"Yes, Mistress Kathryn."
Tom was a little apprehensive as he approached Kat's
room. Apprehensive and a little excited. What did she have
in mind for him now? His anger at having to wear the butt
plug had diminished considerably since he had discovered
its erotic potential. Now he was almost looking forward to
seeing what other toys and/or ideas Kat might have.
Perhaps he had been a little bit hasty in his earlier
blanket condemnation of her. On the other hand he didn't
enjoy feeling like a little school kid again, having to ask
permission to go to the can. And she was responsible for
that, too. The Bitch.
He stopped short of Kat's door and shook his head
angrily. She had almost had him there. This was probably
all part of her plan. Well, it wouldn't work. He had
just one day to go, then he'd be after her again. This
time, however, he wouldn't make any stupid mistakes like
the one he'd made with Stacy.
He had been a fool to fight with Kat on the ground
of her own choosing. He would not make that mistake again.
Tom closed his terry cloth bath robe as best he could,
what with his left wrist locked to his waist, and knocked
lightly on Kat's door. To his surprise it was Stacy who
opened it and bade him enter.
"Well, Tom. You've awakened me at one in the morning.
What do you have to say for yourself." Kat looked quite
lovely in her silk robe, her fiery locks tumbling down about
her shoulders.
"I had no choice." Tom was damned if he was going to
grovel. He presented his left side for her to unlock his
wrist. She made no move to do so.
"There is always a choice, Tom. Your choice, it seems,
was to risk punishment. Perhaps that is what you wanted?"
Kat chuckled and Tom felt the hairs on the back of his neck
stand at the sound. "Let me have your right wrist."
Tom hesitated, yet knew there was little he could do.
He'd have to take whatever she had planned. He held his
hand forward. Kat took it and, pushing open his robe,
fastened it to the belt on the other side of his waist.
Thank God he'd put on a pair of underwear before coming
to her room!
"Well, Tom. As I said, there is always a choice. Now
I have another one for you. I've heard that you've been calling
me 'Bitch' again. That's not nice. And you've been calling
Stacy here 'Pussy'. Bad manners, Tom, bad manners. It's time
you realized that there are consequences for such actions."
Tom swallowed hard. He wasn't going to like this. Kat
smiled at his reaction.
"You said there was a choice," he asked, licking at his
lips which were suddenly dry.
"I did. Now, let's see. Bitch and Pussy, hmm. Okay, Tom,
you have the choice. Would you rather be 'pussy whipped' or a
'lap dog'?"
Tom looked at her in confusion. What the hell kind of a
choice was that. Suddenly the first became clear and he turned
his head to look at Stacy. Her eyes were bright with excitement.
She, too, understood. She looked at Tom and smiled. He didn't
like the look of that smile at all.
Stacy was too vindictive, it came to him. The times she'd
put the butt plugs in him, she could have been gentle. She
hadn't been. She'd forced them in quickly, causing the most
discomfort and pain possible, not giving him time to relax at
all. She liked inflicting pain too much, he thought. No, he'd
stay as far away from her as possible.
"I'll be a 'lap dog'," he replied, and was rewarded as
the light faded from Stacy's eyes. He turned to Kat to find
out just what was in store.
"I thought that might be your choice." Kat smiled her
wicked smile and Tom's stomach did flip-flops. He wondered
if he had made a wise decision.
Kat was sitting on the end of her bed and she motioned
him over. He moved until he was standing in front of her,
looking down.
"First. Lap dogs don't wear underwear," she smiled
and motioned to Stacy who quickly moved to remove his shorts.
"Next, they wear collars." She reached inside her robe's
pocket and pulled out a collar and showed it to him.
"Hmm. I think I like you better on your knees. Stacy. A
pillow for his knees."
Stacy hurried to place a pillow on the floor. Tom
carefully got to his knees on it. Kat put the collar on
his neck. He blushed. This was a little degrading, but
also a little exciting. He wondered what was coming next.
He didn't have long to wait as Kat pulled out a cord with
a snap on it and hooked it onto his collar.
"Now for the fun part," Kat grinned. She stood, passed
the leash under her robe, between her legs and did something
with it behind her back.
Kat looked Tom over carefully. "No. this won't work
well after all. Stacy, unfasten his wrists and refasten them
to the collar." She waited. "Yes, perfect."
Tom's hands were now in front of him. He had about an
inch or two of play between the wrist cuffs and the collar.
Kat sat down on the bed and the leash grew taut, pulling his
head forward a little. She started inching her way back on
the bed and Tom was drawn forward, bit by bit. She opened
her legs to accommodate him.
Now she was well back on the bed, her legs wide, with
his torso in between, his head close to her sex. Tom looked
up and saw that her robe had parted and her cunt was there,
just in front of him. He felt a tug on the leash as she
reached behind her back and pulled, drawing him ever closer.
The leash was attached to a belt, similar to his, which she
was wearing. He was locked there, his nose almost in her.
Her musky aroma surrounded him and he felt his cock beginning
to stir.
He was still kneeling on the pillow, his hips about a
foot away from the bed, his torso resting on his forearms,
his nose now almost upon her cunt. What a position. Cunning
Bitch, he thought.
"Tom," she spoke at last. "You can start any time. I
think you know what to do."
Indeed he did. If this was punishment, she could punish
him any time she wanted. He stuck out his tongue and gave a
preliminary lick at her inner thighs. He'd show her how an
expert went to work!
Tom lick-kissed his way up her thigh, almost to her lips,
then jumped to her other thigh and lick-kissed his way down
as far as he was able to. Then he started his way back up again
and over once more. He continued this until he heard Kat's
breathing quicken just that little bit. Then he continued, but
gave her outer lips a quick kiss on his way past her pussy each
time. Kat's breathing picked up a little more.
Suddenly Tom stopped as an idea hit him. Try to punish
him, would she? He'd have her begging for his attention before
he was through here. She had finally made a mistake he could
capitalize upon. Grinning to himself he began to blow lightly
on Kat's pussy from a fraction of an inch away.
Kat raised herself to him, but he backed away as she did
so. Not yet, my little pet, not yet. He returned to her inner
thighs, knowing that it would frustrate her. Her outer lips
were getting quite puffy and her aroma was becoming more
pronounced as the first drop of her juices appeared.
Tom couldn't resist it and his tongue lunged up to capture
the drop. Kat's body shook slightly - did he hear a small groan?
He calmed himself and went to work once more, now focusing on her
outer lips, with the odd foray to the inner ones - avoiding her
clit entirely. Every so often he returned to her thighs to let
her cool down a little. He well knew that the last thing she
wanted, just now, was to cool down. That was why he did it.
Kat was in a quandary. If she allowed Tom to do as he
pleased, he might drive her crazy. If she directed him to hurry,
she would be letting him know that his plan was working, that he
and not she was in control. Had her scheme backfired? Tom was
taking advantage of his position, her position, and it seemed
there was nothing she could do - except relax and enjoy it.
She had reached a minor plateau and was settling into it
nicely when he began another assault on her equilibrium. He
suddenly took her inner lips in his and began sucking on them.
She gasped and began moving her hips slightly. He stopped. The
man was infuriating.
Ah, he was back at it again, now giving her long ice-cream
licks, his tongue soft and gentle. "Ah!" The flick against her
clit surprised her and her whole body shuddered.
Was that a chuckle she heard from between her legs? There
was no time to dwell on that question as Tom began to move in
earnest. It was lick, kiss, suck, soft tongue, hard tongue, flick,
stab and rest. His head moved, seemingly at random, as his focus
swept from her clit to her thighs, to her inner lips, outer and
back again.
Kat knew she was being driven ever higher by a master
tonguesman who seemed to divine whenever she approached orgasm.
At that moment he would stop, right there, right on the point of
ecstasy, detour and allow her to settle down - at a plateau which
was higher than before, beyond where the orgasm should have flowed
through her body - before driving her yet higher.
Every nerve in Kat's body was begging for release. Her breath
came in gasps and pants, the muscles in her legs trembling,
quivering. Her nipples were engorged, hard, sensitive and she
stroked them lightly whenever Tom allowed her a breather.
Kat had determined that he would bring her off, she would not
use her sensitive nipples to trigger her own orgasm. One problem,
which she had not foreseen, was the unexpected safety valve. Every
time her hips raised off the bed with the impending orgasm the
stimulation was removed, for Tom could not follow her upwards.
She cursed: that last time she'd been within an ace of coming
when she'd moved uncontrollably out of Tom's reach. It was as if
her own body were betraying her.
Kat brought her legs up and placed them over Tom's shoulders.
Without her feet on the bed she couldn't get away from his tongue.
Indeed, that was her purpose. Tom seemed to understand the motion
and his focus became her clit.
Lick, flick, suck and rest. Her body was charging up the
slope towards release. Lick, flick, suck and rest. Higher and
higher. Circle and flick. Tremors ran through her and her back
arched. Lick and grind. Legs were trembling, muscles shivering
like she was hypothermic, yet she was hot, so hot, the flush
spreading over her body. Lick, flick and - oh my God - Nip!
Lungs working like a bellows, yet unable to take a full breath,
vision blurred; center of the universe deep within - myriad
strings of colored lights in the darkness - outer world misty,
irrelevant. Lick, flick, suck and rest.
Lick, flick, suck and . . . Joy. Euphoria! Release and
exultation. Her body arched and held a long moment as she cried
out and pinched her nipples hard, then slowly, oh so slowly, with
a long sigh, relaxed and came to rest, drained of all energy.
Tom listened as Kat's breathing slowly returned towards
normal. He looked at his own feelings with astonishment. In the
beginning he had planned to make her beg for release, yet that
had changed in the moment that he realized that she was working
with him. His admiration of her, previously unrecognized, grew.
The chances she was taking with him! He had understood the
possibility of turning the tables on her, knew that she understood
the risk also. Yet she had allowed him his pleasure, his
chance. Astonishing, also, was that he did not take it.
He could have stopped at several points and caused her to
either beg him to continue or be forced to admit defeat and
bring herself off. And, true, he had stopped at those very points,
yet only momentarily, only long enough for her to prepare for the
next drive up the slope to orgasm. She had impressed him deeply.
Now, with the orgasm passed, he was gently lapping up her
juices, drunk with her taste and her aroma which he was unable
to escape, even had he wanted to. Yes, just gently lapping
away, avoiding her clit, which must be extremely sensitive at
this moment. The thought of trying to push her into multiple
orgasms had crossed his mind, yet he knew, somehow, that was
not what she desired and so acquiesced in that as well.
"Tom?" Her voice was soft.
"Yes?"
"That was quite wonderful. Thank you."
"You're welcome." He was surprised. He hadn't expected
such generosity.
"That was not your punishment - of course," she continued,
and he cringed. "Now, for the rest of the night, you will
continue to do what you are doing. Be the 'lap dog'. You
will not try to excite me further, just allow me to drift
warmly off into wonderful dreams. You will not stop, nor will
you wake me by pushing too hard. You will not speak. Have
a nice night Tom."
Kat pulled a sheet over herself - though it was warm - she
had been perspiring copiously and as the perspiration evaporated
it would cool her. The sheet came over him, also, and would
concentrate her scent until it became almost overpowering.
He doubted that she had done this by chance.
Tom's tongue was tired and his jaw ached. His knees were
locked and he wondered if he was destined to remain for the
rest of his life in this position. He had fallen to sleep once,
only to be awakened by her heel nudging him. He wondered if
she would remember that upon awakening and punish him further.
Actually, he didn't care. All night long he had been
breathing in her musky aroma, reveling in the sensations it
caused in him. Never before had he been in such a position for
such a length of time. The only bad part was that he had been
excited for so long without any relief - he could not contact
anything with his cock - that he now had 'blue balls'.
"The agony and the ecstasy," he murmured to himself just
as Kat began to stir.
"Well, Tom," she purred. "And how are you this fine
morning?"
"Please, Kat . . ." he began, but was interrupted.
"Mistress Kathryn."
Tom considered this for a moment. If he refused, the
possibility of a return to her bed was about nil. Suddenly
he realized that this frightened him - very much.
"Please, Mistress Kathryn," he said, and heard her murmur
her approval of his words, "I need some relief." He could almost
hear her smile.
"Very well. Yet you were remiss in your duties last
night. Twice you woke me and once you fell asleep. This sort
of negligence cannot be tolerated."
Tom wished that he could see her, but the sheet was still
over his head. Had that been humor in her voice?
"Stacy."
Tom's stomach jumped inside him. Within seconds there
was a knock at the door. How had she heard? Kat's voice
hadn't been loud.
"Enter."
"Yes, Mistress Kathryn?" It was Stacy. Tom wished he
could see her as well.
"The puppy needs to be petted," there was the hint of a
laugh in Kat's voice.
"Yes, Mistress." Stacy sounded a little dejected.
"He also needs to be disciplined."
"Yes, Mistress." There was no mistaking the elation.
"As we discussed, then."
"Yes, Mistress."
"Okay, Tom, this is how it works. Stacy will provide the
relief you so desperately desire. However, you must be punished
as well. She has a paddle which she is going to use on you.
She will stop only when you come. It's in your own interest to
come quickly - unless, of course, you enjoy it. In that case,
feel free to delay as long as you wish."
Tom felt his bathrobe being lifted, exposing him. A cool
hand slid around his cock and began to stroke it very lightly.
He sighed in relief, then jerked as a blow came down on his
buttocks.
It wasn't fair. As Stacy stroked him he became harder and
drew nearer to coming. Then the paddle would descend and the
pain would totally distract him. Not to the point where he
went soft, but enough to drop him a level in his quest for
orgasm. It was ironic, he thought. That was what he'd been
doing to Kat earlier.
Stacy was also cheating. The closer he came to coming,
the lighter her strokes, denying him the friction needed to
overcome the pleasure barrier. He wanted to rock his hips,
to become more involved, but that would mean moving his
knees. He shuddered. He'd have to do that sooner or later
and wasn't looking forward to it.
There had to be a way out of this. There had to be one.
It came to him.
Stacy was in her glory now. She had Tom right where she
wanted him. On his knees in front of her. Helpless. She licked
her lips and brought down the paddle just a little harder than
before. His cry brought a wolfish smile to her lips.
How much harder could she hit without Mistress Kathryn
turning the tables on her as she'd threatened to do with Mel?
That was the question. She'd have to be careful.
He was getting close again. His breathing gave him away.
She lightened her touch and prepared to whack him again. Soon,
soon, yes now.
"Ow!" It was half gasp, half cry.
She felt him soften slightly and grinned. All the times
he'd taunted her, insulted her, harassed her. It was payback
time! She fondled his balls, cupped them, then gave them a
squeeze, applying just a little more pressure than was comfortable.
She was rewarded with a little yelp and felt herself begin to
moisten. In between swats she moved her own hand to her pussy
and began stroking herself.
Her other hand went back to his cock and began working on
it with a vengeance, then slowed and lightened her touch once
more as she struck him once again. This time, however, he didn't
lose the level of arousal he had attained. She hit him once more.
He continued climbing. Damnit.
Stacy was beside herself with her own arousal, which continued
to build without any further help from her fingers. Unconsciously
she tightened her grip on Tom, even as she struck him again and
again.
Then he was coming and she dropped the paddle and diddled
herself furiously until she, too, came. Kat's words came through
a fog.
"I think you overstepped your authority, Stacy. I'll have to
correct your impulses."
Stacy's heart sank.
Tom had used his imagination to defeat Stacy's plan for him.
Every time he was swatted he imagined that the blow drove him
inside Kat. After the expulsion of breath he would inhale deeply
of her fragrance and allow that to carry him higher. It had only
been a matter of time. When Stacy had lost control coming became
inevitable.
Kat had released her belt and unlocked his collar after
pulling the sheet off of him. The fresh air was both wonderful
and disappointing. It felt good to breathe the cool air, yet
the loss of Kat's aroma dulled the joy. He looked up at her as
she stood.
She held out a choker. It was an offer he couldn't refuse.
As he accepted it she dropped the key to his belt on the bed.
"Go take a shower, then join us for breakfast."
It was an order. His first. He nodded at her. "Yes,
Mistress." He flopped carefully onto his side as Kat and Stacy
moved to her shower. Now to move the knees. It wasn't going to
be any fun. His servitude, however, might prove to make up for
that - and then some.
HOTSPRINGS
Chapter 10
Jennie walked in to the dining room and looked from one
neck to another. Three chokers. She shook her head. Things
were becoming quite clear.
"Interesting new uniform," she said dryly. "But, Fred,
you seem undressed. Where is your choker?" Jennie did her best
to remain calm.
"They don't look good on me, Jennie." He smiled. "Kat
offered me one of hers, but the color was all wrong." If he
noticed Kat tightening at his words, he gave no sign.
"It's nice that my staff can play so well together," Jennie
commented. "It looks like an interesting game. You must tell
me more about it - sometime. Maybe I'll play too."
It amused her to see the startled looks from around the
table. Mel's jaw had dropped open, and Stacy and Tom stared at
her, wide eyed. Fred had raised an eyebrow and looked somewhat
interested while, Kat merely contemplated her calmly, not giving
anything away.
"To business. Big Jake called me this morning and says he
has good news. He'll be back at the end of the week for a few
days, before returning to clear up the remaining details. I told
him how proud I am of all of you, and I thought I'd take this
opportunity to thank you all for helping me so much since he left."
She smiled at all of them.
"Kathryn. If I could see you for a few minutes?" At Kat's
nod she turned to leave, but not before noting, with amusement,
how everyone rose from the table as Kat rose.
"What do you think she meant by that, Fred?" Tom asked as
he sank back down into his chair.
"I don't know. Jennie's no dummy. I'd guess that she
knows exactly what's going on," Fred replied. "Speaking of that,
just what is going on?" He waved negligently at Tom's throat.
Tom looked a little sheepish. "It's not as bad as it
looks. Hey, I was wrong about her."
"You mean she's not a dominatrix?" Fred asked, wide eyed.
Tom looked disgusted. "No. I mean she's not a Bitch, well,
not really." He was having a hard time explaining. Finally he
decided that he didn't have to. "Let's just say that we made
a . . . 'mutually beneficial agreement'." It was a phrase he'd
heard on the news that morning.
"Okay, Tom. I understand. "It's your choice, after all."
"You might think about joining us, Fred."
"Yes, Fred. Don't be a hold out." It was Stacy who bent
over him and removed his empty dishes. She brushed her breast
casually against his arm before straightening.
"Why not join us, Fred?" Mel asked. "It's worth it." At
Fred's piercing stare he added, "To me, anyway."
Fred stood and looked at each in turn. "Did she tell you
to go to work on me?" he asked. There was silence. He looked
at Tom. "Well, Tom, did she?"
Tom shifted uncomfortably. "Yeah, kid," he finally relented,
"she did." At Fred's calculating expression he had to continue,
"But, hey, Fred, it ain't so bad - really."
"Okay, Tom." He wasn't convinced. He turned and left.
Behind him there was a quiet. Finally Mel stood up and
looked at the others.
"This isn't going to be easy, is it?"
"If it was, Mistress Kat wouldn't have asked us," Stacy
replied, wondering how news of their failure would impact on
their position. "We'll just have to try harder."
"I think that would be a mistake, Stacy." Tom was looking
at his hands. "Let me talk to him first. He has a stubborn
streak, and if it look's like we're ganging up on him, he'll
fight it all the harder."
"Fred stubborn? I don't believe it. He's the nicest man
I've ever met." Stacy was incredulous.
"You haven't worked with him. He never gives up. He works
on things until he masters them. He's not a good cook . . . ."
He stopped at the looks of disbelief. "He's not. He's a good
technician, though. He doesn't have the flair to improvise, but
once he knows how to do something, he does it well, and he doesn't
stop until he knows how to do it well." He looked at the doubting
faces. "Just give me some time, okay." They nodded, unsure, yet
each deciding it was for the best.
The evening air was cooler as of late and the steam rose
off the pool only to be caught by the light breeze and swept
in tendrils and wreaths around the deck. It was a magical
place, Kat thought, as she slowly made her way down the steps
and into the hot water.
She gasped as the heat surged about her mid-section. There
were only a few guests in the water, but they were not the
object of her quest. The owner of the black hair, his back
to her, was. Why was he holding out so stubbornly, she wondered.
Time was slipping by too quickly; she had to step up the pressure.
Another step down and the water took the weight of her
breasts. It was a lovely feeling, having them cupped, supported,
by the warm water. She waded slowly towards Fred, feeling her
will to do anything but relax in the all encompassing warmth of
the water fade. She reluctantly brought her mind back to her
task and launched herself into a soft breast-stroke in the deeper
waters where Fred stood.
Like a shark, she grinned, as she approached him. Her arms
came around him and she held him, allowing her body to slowly
move against him, her breasts squashed against his back.
He hadn't even started. He calmly spoke, without even
turning his head.
"Hello, Kat. I've been expecting you."
"You have?" Curiosity lapped at her with the small wavelets
in the pool.
"Of course. The others have all been at me, it was only a
matter of time before their Mistress showed up." It sounded to
Kat like there was a tinge of bitterness in his voice.
"Well," she replied kindly, "you *are* the odd man out. They
probably just want you to join the group."
"I've been the 'odd man out', as you put it, all my life.
I'm used to it. Is that the next step - to have everyone distance
themselves from me?" There was more than just bitterness in his
voice, there was also a pained acceptance that came of knowing
what was to come.
Kat slowly relaxed her hold on him, yet keeping a grip to
avoid going under. "No. Of course not," she answered. It was
a lie. That was to have been the next step, but his comment
had caused her to change her mind. "I would like you to come
closer, not be distanced from me - or us."
Fred began slowly moving towards shallower water. "Your
price is too high, Kat."
Good, she thought. Maybe that's the entry point. "That's
something we could negotiate, Fred." She let go of his shoulders
and settled to the bottom, shoulder deep.
Fred turned around and looked down at her, then sank slowly
down until both of them stood with only their heads out of the
water. "You don't seem to understand. Any price is too high.
There is no basis for any negotiation."
Kat began to fume, yet her voice remained calm. "Everyone
always pays a price for being close to another. If any price
is too high a price, then you simply don't want to be close to
anyone. Yet you have been very friendly to everyone, drawing
them to you. Are you just using them, wanting from them, yet
willing to return nothing? Is it all a cruel masquerade?
"You know, I had the greatest respect for you." She
put emphasis on the past tense. "Now, I wonder. Stacy
would have done practically anything for you." Fred's face
betrayed his surprise. "She told me that you were the only man
she had met who had treated her with respect. Perhaps it's
just that you weren't willing to give anything and thus didn't
want anything from her, either. Is that it? Just a case of
selfishness?
"Why are you here, Fred? You're hiding out here. I know
it and you know it." His face was made out of stone, Kat
thought, giving away nothing. "Stacy, Mel, Tom and, yes,
Jennie and Jake are all here living. They aren't playing
games - not major ones, anyway - they are *here*. But not
you. You're not living here, you are existing, no more.
"You are using them, Fred," she said, contemptuously.
"Using - and what are you giving in return?" If she made him
angry, perhaps something would come out. She was out of
patience, out of time, angry and willing to twist the truth
to get a reaction. Still, she thought, she was probably closer
to the truth than she realized. As she spoke she recognized
that she believed what she was saying. In any event, Fred
looked stung by her words. She paused to give him a chance
to reply.
"I've helped here," he was angry now, too.
"But why? Are you truly helping, or are you simply paying
for your hiding place?" That sank home. He had cringed.
"Well? No answer?"
Fred seemed about to retort, then his face smoothed over
and he was calm once more. Kat was impressed with this display
of control.
"Very good, Kat. You did that well." There was no anger
now, no recriminations. "I noticed that when you listed
all the people who were 'living' here, you left yourself off
the list. Let's turn the tables a moment and look at you.
Let's see if you like answering questions. Why are *you*
here?"
"I'm here because I'm needed." Kat had been ready
for the question. She put all the sincerity, power and
quiet dignity she could into her response. It worked.
Fred was stopped short.
"I see," was all he said. His back was to the side
of the pool and he pushed himself up and out. Sitting on
the side of the pool he regarded Kat somberly. "You're
needed," there was no doubt or sarcasm in his voice, "and
perhaps I'm not." He looked at her a moment longer,
appeared about to say something else, then thought better
of it. He clambered to his feet and, without a word,
turned and walked away.
Kat was left standing in the water. "No, damn it,
you are needed. I need you." But she only whispered it
and he was much too far away to hear.
"Hi, Stacy. How are things this morning?"
Stacy looked up to see the mailman. "Hi, Jim. Good to
see you again." She gave him the benefit of a radiant smile.
"Whatcha got for us today?"
Jim opened his pouch. "The usual. Magazine or two for
you here, a few letters - looks like bookings are up, huh?"
He passed her the sheaf of mail. Then he frowned, "Looks like
some bills as well - I guess they don't understand that they
aren't welcome. Should I stamp them 'addressee unknown'?"
Stacy laughed, and it was music to Jim's ears. Things
had changed around here lately. She was much more relaxed
than he had ever seen her. She looked more lovely, too.
"Nice choker," he commented.
"You like it?"
"Yeah. Shows off your neck. You look real good, Stacy."
"Why, thanks, Jim." She was a little surprised. He'd
never noticed her before, she thought. "Anything else?"
Jim tore his gaze away from her and looked down into his
pouch. "Oh, yeah, almost forgot. Looks like someone had some
pictures developed. Yeah, they're for Fred."
"Did someone mention my name?" Fred had seen the mail
arrive and had hurried over to see if he had anything. Jennie
came in right behind him.
"You bet. Pictures?"
"Yes. I took some great shots of the moon rising over the
trees - at least I hope they are great. Let's see." He opened
the package, looked inside and drew out three of the pictures.
He didn't notice Kat drift into the room from the inner office
as he placed the photos on the counter.
"They're very good, Fred," Kat commented. "Let's see
the rest."
Fred was a little taken aback. "Just more of the same,"
he said. "I experimented with exposure, f-stop - that sort of
stuff." He picked up the photos from the counter and left the
office, heading for his room. Jim left right after him. Kat
returned to the inner office, leaving Jennie and Stacy in the
outer office.
"How are you feeling now, Stacy?" Jennie asked.
"Just fine, Jenny, why?" Stacy was confused.
"Then it did the trick?"
A sudden smile lit Stacy's face. "Ah, that. Yes, the
laxative worked just fine."
Jennie was puzzled by the choking sounds she heard from
the inner office. Stacy merely shrugged and smiled.
On his way up to his room Fred wondered if he hadn't made
a mistake by showing any of the photos. If he had simply taken
his package and left, no one would have thought anything of it.
His refusal to show the rest, once he had shown some, might be
questioned - and he didn't really want that.
Once inside his room he opened his drawer and pulled out
the locked box. Taking a key from his coin pocket, he unlocked
the box. He sat there a moment and looked at the box, almost
reluctant to open it.
Fred's head came up as he heard someone pounding up the
stairs then running along the hall. Whoever it was stopped
just outside his door and began to knock.
"Fred, Fred! Come quick. Tom just cut himself badly."
It was Stacy and she was in a panic.
He jumped up and opened the door to see Stacy bounding back
down the hallway, to the staircase.
"Hurry," she called back to him as she disappeared.
Fred was hot on her heels by the time she reached the lunch
bar. Inside, Tom was sitting in a booth, holding his left hand.
A dishcloth had been wrapped around it.
"Let me take a look Tom." Concern for his friend echoed in
his voice. His stomach was jumping. He didn't want to see, but
had to look, to see what he could do.
"I'll be okay, Fred. It's not that bad. Just handle the
counter for me, will you?"
Fred turned toward the counter, then stopped short and turned
back again. There had been something in Tom's voice - something
funny.
"Let's see the cut, Tom." There was no longer the concern
in his voice. It was, instead, flat.
Tom looked up at him and grimaced. "Sorry, kid."
Fred looked sick. He turned and ran back towards the
door, knowing what had happened. In spite of the inevitability
of it, he ran back along the boardwalk and up the stairs. At the
top he stopped and walked back to his door, his heart thudding in
his chest.
His door was open and he knew that he'd swung it closed
behind him when he'd left. He swallowed, knowing what he'd see
when he stepped into the doorway. He wasn't mistaken. There,
on his bed, sat Kat, his photographs spread out in front of
her. She looked up at his arrival and smiled. She waved at
the photos in front of her and raised her eyebrows questioningly.
"Well?" she asked.
Fred looked at the pictures. There were some shots of
scenery, but by far the largest portion of them were of Jennie.
He closed his eyes briefly. When he opened them once more, Kat
was holding up a picture.
In it Jennie was floating in the pool on her back. It had
been a nice night, Fred remembered, after the pool had closed.
He had looked out of his window and seen her. To his amazement,
she hadn't been wearing a top. Just the bikini bottoms. No
one would see her, she must have thought, but she had been wrong.
He had, and his camera was within reach.
"What do you think will happen when Big Jake sees this?" Kat
questioned him.
Fred felt sick. It was all over. He shook his head slightly,
feeling the bitterness washing through him. He took a long look
at Kat, then smiled. His smile widened a bit at her confusion.
"Well, Kat. I guess the worst case scenario is that we'll
both be fired." He was calm now. Nothing mattered here anymore,
so why get all upset.
"Both?" Kat asked, surprised.
"When I tell him of your little excursions into his apartment,
as well as your searches of the rest of our rooms, it's my guess
that is what will happen."
It was Kat's turn to feel slightly sick. She nodded slowly,
as if to herself. "So I did hear a door close," she confirmed.
"Yes, you did. Mine. He's been looking for an excuse to
get rid of you. Who'll believe someone who has been fired for
a break and enter when she complains of wrongful dismissal? And
without you Stacy will never press sexual harassment charges."
There was a sinking feeling in the pit of Kat's stomach. "Yeah,
he talked to me. He was angry and needed someone to lay it all
on. He picked me. So, if you try to go against him in a court,
well, you know what that'd look like."
She knew. All her plans were going up in smoke. The taste
of defeat was bitter in her mouth. Maybe she could make a deal.
It galled her, but it didn't look like there was any other way
out. Fred began to speak again and she looked up.
"Of course, there's every possibility that Big Jake just won't
care about the picture. He might just ask for a copy for himself.
He's like that, you know." Fred's mouth turned down and Kat
wondered why. She found out moments later as he continued. "It
doesn't really matter. I'll have to leave anyway. Just a
difference between being fired and quitting."
Fred moved to the closet and pulled out his suitcases.
At that moment a door slammed down the hall. It was Jennie's
door and considerable power had been used to close it. Kat and
Fred exchanged glances before Kat jumped to her feet. She stopped
at the doorway.
"Leave or stay. It doesn't matter to me anymore. Keep your
damned pictures. I didn't see them. The last few minutes never
happened. I've got bigger problems anyway." She took a deep breath
and hurried to catch Jennie before she left.
She was just in time. Jennie was just starting up the truck
when Kat reached her.
"What is it, Jennie?"
Jennie didn't even look at her, she just kept her eyes
straight ahead fixed on a point on the wall - or perhaps far beyond
the wall.
"Jennie?" Kat's voice was quiet.
"It's all on your desk. Now I have to check it out myself.
Just let me be Kat. Please." There was a tremor in Jennie's
voice that struck Kat deep inside. She wished there was something
she could do, but there was nothing. Nothing except to let Jennie
do what she had to and to be there to catch her, later, if she
fell.
"Okay, Jennie. I'll wait for you. No matter what time you
get back, I'll be here for you. Come and see me."
Jennie put the truck in gear and backed out, then sped away.
Kat shook her head sadly and looked around at the campsite, the
complex. It was such a nice place. She realized she was holding
her breath and let it out slowly in a sigh.
Something felt a little strange and her gaze was drawn up,
to the window of the common room. Fred stood there, looking down.
With a shrug she dismissed him and walked back into the office to
see what Jennie had left on her desk.
"The son of a bitch, the son of a bitch, the son of a bitch."
It was like a mantra, and Jennie repeated it as she sped down the
highway. She almost lost control on a sharp turn and that jolted
her into paying attention to what she was doing. She slowed
until she was doing the speed limit. No use getting herself
killed over it, was there? It was a bitter thought. Perhaps he'd
like that. Why would he do it? Why?
The papers from the bank had spelled it out neatly. He had
been paying rent on a house in town. A search of his things in
their room had turned up an address. The man was a fool. Either
that or he wanted to be caught.
Wasn't marriage supposed to be forever? What had happened
to fidelity? Why did he need to go elsewhere? What could this
other woman give him that she couldn't? Questions, questions,
but no answers forthcoming.
Well, she'd see this 'other woman' and face her down. There
was no way she was going to lose her man to anyone. Did she
still want him? Without warning that thought popped up. She
examined it for long moments. Yes, she decided, she still
wanted him. But things were going to change, and the change
would be substantial.
There it was, 1832 Rockwell. A small house, probably
only one bedroom and no basement. Jennie stared at the
house for a long time before deciding to get out of the
truck. She was here. She would do it. To come this far and
then to back down - there was no sense to thinking like that.
She would see this other woman.
The front gate closed smoothly behind her and she approached
the front door. Her heart was pounding like a trip-hammer in
her chest. She raised her hand to knock on the door, then
stopped suddenly, caught by the squeal from the back yard.
Slowly, carefully she walked around the house, to the
gate at the back yard. There was a high fence surrounding the
yard, with a lower gate. She stood to one side of the gate then
carefully peered over it. In the back yard, between her and
the garage, was a couple on the grass. She froze.
"Someone will hear us," the woman giggled. She was
struggling to keep her bikini bottoms from being dragged off
of her - unsuccessfully. Now she was completely naked, distinct
tan lines pointing their way towards her crotch, and topping
her large breasts.
"Don't worry," Big Jake replied, "it'll give them something
to talk about, maybe get them excited enough to give their
husbands a thrill when they get home." He lowered his shorts,
his cock standing out, proud and straight.
"I love the way you get so hard for me," the woman gushed.
"On your hands and knees, let those beautiful breasts
hang down."
The woman complied, spreading her legs slightly. She was
angled away from Jennie presenting her rear quarter. Jennie
could also see her breasts hanging down, swinging slightly as
she swayed back and forth.
Big Jake lay on his back and inched his way under her from
the side until one of her boobs was pressing against his face.
He began sucking on it and the woman began to coo softly. Jennie
saw him reach out his hand and begin press between her legs which
she opened further to give him better access. Her coos became
light moans as Big Jake's fingers went to work.
Jennie wanted to break in on them, to confront Jake with his
infidelity, to slap the hussy and send her packing, but she found
she couldn't move. She could only watch helplessly as her man
made love to another woman.
Soon the hussy was trembling and moving her ass all over
the place. Jennie heard the squishy sound as Jake's fingers
suddenly popped out of her.
"Yes, yes. Now, please, now. Please." The woman was
begging. Jennie felt the hurt spreading through her. This hussy
was begging the way Jake liked Jennie to beg when he was with her.
Jake moved out from under the hussy and moved behind her,
his cock bobbing. He positioned himself and thrust suddenly
into her. The hussy cried out. Jake withdrew then slammed in
again. Each time his hips collided with her ass, a ripple like
a wave sloshed her breasts. She lowered herself onto her elbows
so that her nipples would brush against the grass with each
thrust.
The woman was panting hard, now, as was Jake. Jennie
closed her eyes. She couldn't watch any more, but she could
hear, she could still hear.
"Yes, baby, yes. Fuck me hard, fuck me hard. Oh, yes!"
The sound of flesh slapping against flesh caused Jennie
to flinch.
"Oh, Claire, you're so hot and wet." The hussy's name
was Claire. "Oh, God, you're good."
Claire was whimpering now, Jake breathing hoarsely, beginning
to moan, himself.
"Yes, baby, yes. Ohmygod, ohmygod!" Claire's voice went up
in volume and in pitch. "Now, baby. Ohgod, ohgod, OHGOD!" she
squealed. Claire was a real squealer, Jennie thought.
Jennie's eyes opened to see Claire fall forward with Jake,
still in her, following her down. He continued to pump as she
shook in the throws of an orgasm. Then he gave out with a groan
and plastered himself hard against her.
Jennie turned away, tears streaming from her eyes, and made
her way back to the truck.
It was a long, quiet ride back to Hotsprings Campsite.
Jennie drove. She tried to not think, to simply exist, watch
the road and drive. In the dark recesses of her being she
knew there was a great wail of grief building, but she refused
to recognize it, to allow it life.
The truck came to a stop. Hotsprings Campsite, the sign
read. Jennie closed her eyes against the tears, swallowed a small
sob, then turned onto the access road. The Complex came into
sight, the same as it always did, not looking any different, yet
seeming different nonetheless.
She knew Kat would be waiting for her, as she had promised,
yet Kat was the last person she wanted to see. Thus she was
surprised when she found that her feet had brought her to the
office door and her hands were opening it. She didn't want to
see Kat now. She would see her later. She was inside, moving
towards the inner office, and there was Kat, coming out to
meet her. The tinkling of the door chimes had alerted her.
Kat kept her face expressionless. She knew at a glance that
Jennie's worst fears had been realized and that she was fighting
to hold back the tears. If Jennie wanted to cry, that was fine;
if she didn't, then Kat wasn't going to be the one to cause the
outbreak.
"Go in and sit down. I'll put up the closed sign."
Jennie nodded and went inside. Kat wasn't sure how she
would handle this, she had never been in a position like this
before. She gave a mental shrug. All she could do was her
best. She went into the inner office and closed the door.
"So?" she asked, keeping her voice neutral, as she sat
down opposite Jennie.
"Yes." Jennie confirmed.
"You are sure, no doubts?"
An immense sadness molded Jennie's face. "No doubts. She
was there - they were there, together . . . the back yard . . ."
Jennie's face began to crumple then suddenly smoothed. Her voice
was stronger, more confident. "I saw them Kat. In the back yard.
I *saw* them."
It was the way Jennie said it, not what she said, that told
Kat everything. How hard it must have been for her.
"What did you do?"
"I couldn't move. I watched, then I just turned and left."
"You didn't confront them?" Damn. That was the wrong thing
to say. Jennie started to lose her composure, the tears started.
"Good." Kat made her voice strong. Jennie looked up, unsure.
"It makes it easier for us. We'll have surprise on our side."
Jennie swallowed convulsively. "He'll never know what hit him,"
Kat finished.
Jennie nodded as she stood, then it was all too much for her
and the tears broke forth. Kat moved to her and held her close,
saying nothing, simply holding her, feeling Jennie's grip on her
tighten until it almost hurt. It was a long while before she
relaxed her hold on Kat.
"Thank you, Kat. I'm going to go for a walk now. A long
walk."
"I'll be here when you get back. You have a lot of thinking
to do?"
"Yes." Jennie gave a small smile. "You know, I've never
cheated on Jake. There have been opportunities, you know . . ."
"Yes, Jennie. I know. There would be. You are a beautiful
woman, and I don't just mean what you see in the mirror."
"Thanks, Kat. Anyway, I never did anything about them. Now,
I'm wishing I had."
"You don't really mean that, Jennie."
"Actually," Jennies voice strengthened, "I do." She gave a
sudden smile, a true smile which caused her face to light up.
"No," she recanted, "I don't. If I had, it would have been for
all the wrong reasons. But now, now it's a different story.
Something's happened to me, Kat, and I can't explain just what.
I'm stronger now Kat. I've been limiting myself - in so many ways.
No more." She paused for a moment, then continued, wistfully, "I
just wish . . ."
"Wish what, Jennie?"
"Never mind. It's too late. He'll be back tomorrow. I'm
going for that walk now."
"I'll be here."
"Thanks, Kat, more than I can say." Jennie walked out the
door.
Kat felt drained. She started to sit down when the outer
door opened once more. Damn. She got back up. It was Fred.
She couldn't deal with him now.
"I thought you were leaving." There was no friendliness
in her tone.
"I saw Jennie leave. Is she okay?" He seemed to really
want to know.
Kat sighed. "No, Fred, she's not. But what do you care?"
Fred looked like she had struck him. A brilliant light seemed
to go off in her mind.
"You *do* care, don't you?" How had it been that she hadn't
seen it before. An amazed smile broke across her face. "You
really do care." Fred nodded, miserably. Suddenly there was
new hope. Kat became business-like.
"You once told me that unless you specifically agreed to it,
you didn't consider favors as being owed - or something like that,
right?" Fred nodded. "Well I have a deal for you. You want to
help Jennie?" He nodded once more.
"Good. I do too. And I can - with your help."
"What can I do," Fred wanted to know.
Kat smiled and opened her drawer. From within she pulled out
a choker. "You can do what I tell you to. Exactly. Whatever and
whenever I tell you to do it. Understand?" She had him. She just
knew that she had him. Finally.
"How long?" Yes!
"One week should do it. After that you are free - if you wish
to be. Do you agree?"
Fred picked up the choker and fastened it around his neck.
HOTSPRINGS
Chapter 11
Twilight was upon them before Jennie returned from her walk.
Kat saw her through the window, approaching the office. Her step
was slow, as if she were tired, yet sure. Whatever had gone on
out there, it had been good for Jennie. Kat was pleased.
The door opened and Jennie came in.
"How are you feeling now," Kat asked.
"Better. A lot better, thanks. I guess it was the shock
of it all." She didn't apologize. She knew it was neither
expected nor desired. She ran her fingers through her hair,
shaking it out. "I think I'll take a shower and go to bed.
Maybe I'll be able to face him tomorrow." She pursed her lips,
as she considered it. "Ah, hell," she sighed. "Okay, Kat,
see you in the morning."
"Jennie?" Jennie stopped.
"Yes?"
"I thought you needed a little cheering up, so I left you
a little something in your room."
"Thanks Kat, but I just want to go to sleep. Maybe tomorrow."
"Whatever you think best. Have a good night."
It was black. Pitch black. Not even the tiniest bit of
light made it through the blindfold to his eyes. Fred hadn't
realized how much he depended on his sight to furnish him with
information about his surroundings. Now he did.
He wondered how much time had passed. It seemed like
forever, but there was no way he could gauge it. He had entered
this of his own free will, yet now there was no way out - without
the help of another.
He cast his mind back minutes? hours? to his room. Kat had
sent him there to await her. When she appeared she had several
things with her in a small bag. He relived it in his mind.
"Take off your clothes, Fred."
He hesitated a second, then began to unbutton his shirt.
Kat smiled at him. She could look like a cat, he thought. Her
smile was enough to scare anyone. Feral, very feral.
"This is going to help?" he asked as he removed his shoes
and socks.
"It is not for you to question, merely obey," Kat replied.
She watched him remove his pants. "But, yes, I believe it will
help. However, that is beside the point. You'll simply have
to trust me. You have no choice."
"There is always a choice, Kat. I could go back on my
word."
Kat laughed, truly amused. "You? I doubt it. And that is
'Mistress Kathryn' to you. Don't forget. My leniency is at an end.
Any further infractions will be punished. Count on it."
"Yes, Mistress Kathryn." He could play the game as well as
anyone. They both recognized that it was a game and that he was
merely playing by the rules.
"Much better." There was satisfaction in Kat's voice. No,
more than satisfaction, her tone plus the gleam in her eyes
told him that she was enjoying this thoroughly, more because he
was playing than because he was doing what she asked of him.
Her eyes roamed up and down his body as he kicked his pants
in the corner of the room. He crooked an eyebrow and she gave a
tiny nod. His shorts joined his pants on the floor.
Kat walked around him, inspecting him, and it was all Fred
could do to keep from laughing. She prodded his buttocks, felt
his biceps, touched his chest and stomach. Inspecting the catch
of the day, he thought.
"You'll do," she said finally.
He was not surprised. He had kept himself fit and active.
His muscles were well toned. She hefted his balls and touched
his penis.
"How long does it get?" she questioned before quickly going
on. "Never mind. It doesn't matter. Okay. Sit down on the chair."
Fred followed her instructions and it was then that she
brought out the blindfold.
"Listen carefully, Fred. These are your instructions for the
night - do not deviate from them. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Mistress Kathryn," he replied, closing his eyes as the
blindfold was placed over them.
"Good. I am going to take you somewhere. You may guess
where it is, but you will never know for sure. You will wait there.
Eventually someone will come. You may guess who it is, but you will
not know for sure unless you are told. You will not say anything
unless asked a direct question. Do you understand?" Her voice was
a melody, and he had to concentrate to hear the words.
"Yes, Mistress Kathryn." He then repeated back the
instructions she had given him.
"Good," she breathed in his ear. He shivered. "Now, to
continue. You will do whatever you are told. Whoever is there,
whether it is me or someone else, *will* be obeyed. And you will
continue to obey until you are returned here, to your room. Do
you understand?"
"Yes, Mistress Kathryn. I will obey until I am returned to
my room."
"Good. Now I am going to put foam ear-plugs in your ears.
You will still be able to hear, but it will be difficult for you
to pick up small sounds or to recognize voices." He felt the foam
plugs being inserted. She held them there until they expanded to
fill the ear canal.
Fred felt a little isolated. His sight was gone, his hearing
impaired. He felt a tap on his shoulder and he stood. Kat led
him to his door and out into the hall. There she spun him around
several times and led him a few steps. She then repeated the pattern.
He knew it was to confuse his sense of direction. It took quite a
while, but eventually he had come to a bed and he had been sat down
on it. He figured he knew where he was, but he couldn't be sure - as
Kat had intended.
Kat lay him down and centered him. Then she cuffed his wrists
and ankles and tied them to the four corners of the bed. He was
spread-eagled, totally vulnerable. She then wrapped something
around his balls and tied it off on top of his penis. It did not
constrict the blood flow, it was not a cock ring. He began to grow
hard, anyway.
Something was placed on his chest - an envelope? - then Kat
moved forward. He felt her hair on his face. She whispered to
him. "If you are untied, don't leave, don't undo your blindfold,
don't take out your earplugs. Okay?"
Was it Kat? He was unsure, it didn't sound like what Kat
would say and he didn't recognize the voice. How should he answer?
He finally replied, "Yes, Mistress." All he knew was that it was
a woman. He barely heard a low chuckle, felt a light kiss on his
cheek and a loving touch on his penis, then she was gone. Or
was she? Was she simply sitting in a chair watching him? He
didn't know. He surreptitiously tested his bonds. They were
strong. He waited.
He was still waiting. What was that? Did he hear something?
A door closing? He couldn't tell. Perhaps his waiting was at
an end. But, no, nothing happened. He considered what was likely
to happen and his penis grew harder. It was going to be an
interesting night.
Jennie slowly mounted the stairs. She opened the door
to her apartment and breathed out in a long sigh. It had been a
long day. It would be a longer one tomorrow. She hoped she
would manage it.
A shower, she needed a shower. She went directly to the
bathroom and undressed. The warm water felt good and she dallied
under the stream a bit longer than she normally would, unless
she was diverting herself with a bit of play. This time she
wasn't. Somehow her body seemed a little less attractive to
her than it had before. She knew it had to do with knowing that
Jake found another woman attractive enough to go her instead
of coming home to his wife. She wondered how long that feeling
would last. Intellectually, she knew she was beautiful, she
just didn't feel it.
Jennie pulled out her hair dryer and turned it on. Her long
black hair gleamed in the light and she watched her gray eyes
watching her. They seemed a little sad, she thought. She brushed
the hair back and it spilled over her back. "Ah, well," she
said quietly, "to bed." She hoped she would be able to fall
asleep quickly, but doubted it.
That was strange: her bedroom door was closed, but light
shone under the crack. Had she left the light on? She didn't
remember turning it on that morning. How very strange.
Jennie opened the door cautiously and gasped in surprise.
There, lying on her bed, was Fred. But not a Fred she had ever
seen before. He was tied spread-eagle and naked except for a
blindfold and . . . .
"Mmph." Jennie held her hand over her mouth to stifle her
laugh. There, tied around Fred's cock, Fred's lovely hard cock,
was a length of blue ribbon, tied in a bow. On the end of the
bed was a small sign which read, 'Shhh'. That stopped her
questions before she even formed them. As well, there was an
envelope on his chest. Looking closer she saw her name had
been written on the envelope.
"A present," she whispered, enthralled. "For me?" She
walked softly to the bed and lifted the envelope from Fred's
chest. He started, then quieted. He said nothing. Jennie
opened the envelope, pulled out the single sheet of paper and
quickly scanned the message.
"How lovely," she breathed out. "And all for me." Her
voice was so quiet that Fred wouldn't have been able to hear,
even had he not been wearing the earplugs.
She frowned suddenly. She couldn't do this. She would
untie him and let him go. It wasn't right. Her hands reached
out to unhook his hand, but stopped short. How could Kat have
known? She stepped back and let her eyes run the length of
this present. This present which was waiting for her, ready
to do whatever her bidding - she smiled - whether he wanted
to or not. He really didn't have much choice.
Her stomach twisted. The fun she could have. But, no.
This would be cheating on . . . . Hell, what had he been doing
if not cheating - and for god knew how long. That was different.
It didn't matter what he did, it was what she did that mattered.
She was the one who would have to live with herself, with her
decision. She would let him go.
Instead her hand reached out and stroked his side. He
jumped at the sudden touch and she pulled her hand back.
Intrigued, she reached forth once more, this time to touch his
leg. Another little jump, but this time not so pronounced.
She wanted to touch him a little more, but could she limit
herself to . . . .
Like a bolt, the word 'limit' flashed through her head.
Why limit herself? she had asked Kat. She had been looking at
the situation from the wrong point of view. If she used this,
uh, present to get back at Jake, then, yes, she would be wrong
and would have to live with it. But that wasn't the intent
of the gift. The intent was for her to use it for herself.
It had nothing to do with Jake. She smiled, and caught her
smile in the mirror the dressing table. It was a happy smile,
a true smile filled with the joy of life.
For herself. Yes, for herself. She had been so busy
trying to keep Jake happy that she had forgotten all about
herself. Perhaps, somehow, he had sensed that and sensed
the hidden anger she had held for herself, for him. The best
way to make someone happy was to be happy yourself. No one is
better to be with than a happy person. Happy people spread
happiness naturally, without trying.
Jennie suddenly felt relieved of the burden she had carried
for these past several years.
Such a nice cock. About time it was unwrapped, don't
you think? she asked herself. Yes, I do think so, I do indeed.
It jumped as she pulled on the ribbon, delighting her. Let's
make it jump some more! She unwound the ribbon and then just
let it rest. After some moments she ran a finger along it,
from just under the head back to the base. It jumped again,
stiffening even more. How wonderful.
Jennie climbed up on the bed and sat cross-legged, just
contemplating the feast in front of her. Her hand reached out
and stroked the firm stomach, thrilling as it tightened under
her hand. Such a fine, young body - and so sensitive. She
smiled and began to hum.
What next? Ahh, let's run a finger up his side. Her nail
lightly scratched its way from hip, past stomach, chest, underarm
and up to the wrist cuff. Fred squirmed under her touch, thrilling
her still further. All hers, all hers. Delightful.
All the time in the world, no rush, no impatience to hurry
her along. Beautiful. She moved to a kneeling position, between
his spread legs, and looked down on him for a time before lightly
resting her hands on his legs. She reached back, sitting on her
heels, and ran her hands from his ankle cuffs along the outsides
of his legs up to his hips, crossed over the upper thigh and back
down along the insides. Then she did it again and yet again. She
loved how he pulled at his bonds, yet was unable to free himself.
"I like seeing you struggling," she whispered, just loud
enough so he would be able to hear. His body tensed momentarily,
then relaxed. He had heard all right. She grinned at his relaxed
body. He was going to make it hard for her. Well, she loved
a challenge.
Jennie bent forward and breathed in the fresh-dough aroma
of him. Coming up a bit she gave the head of his penis a small
kiss, then ran her nails up his stomach to his chest. She leaned
forward as far as she could, her hair dragging along his torso,
and whispered once more.
"If you get free before you come, you can have me - how ever
you want me." Jennie felt herself beginning to lubricate at the
thought of it. She toyed with his nipples for a time, feeling
them harden under her manipulations. Fred began to fight the bonds,
and Jennie lowered her body to his, feeling the wonderful hardness
of his cock against her stomach, and held on tightly until he
ceased his struggles.
Fred began to move his hips, rubbing his cock against her
stomach and she raised herself quickly to her hands and knees,
just allowing her nipples to graze his skin. Oh no you don't.
She grinned at his inventiveness, or was it instinct. He was
hers and she meant to make the most of it. He would come when
she wanted him to, not before. The feeling of power sent
ripples of joy through her. It was so much fun to be the one
in control.
Okay, now it begins. She sat back and began to stroke
his cock. He recognized what that meant and began to struggle
against the bonds, trying to free himself, to capture the
prize. Knowing Kat's thoroughness, it was unlikely that
he would succeed. Yet it was possible, and that little
'danger' added spice to the undertaking. Jennie closed her
hand around Fred and began to pump him. He began to make
little noises and she pumped faster as he squirmed and twisted.
God, it excited her. Her nipples were erect and hard,
scratching at the air as she leaned over him, supporting
herself with one hand. She leaned down and captured his
cockhead in her mouth and ran her tongue around it. Fred
groaned and began to stiffen. He stopped fighting and lay
quietly, his whole body stiff.
Jennie removed her mouth. She knew he was on the edge
and wanted to see his face when he came. He was trying to
put off the inevitable and she had to chortle. No way. She
continued to stroke him and his mouth opened, jaw trembling.
He was gasping. There would be no stopping him now.
Suddenly he tried to heave himself upright, but was
prevented by his bonds. His cock began to spurt and he
cried out.
The first spurts, aided by her pumping action, landed
on his chest. After that she let go and watched his cock
pulse and dribble out the remaining semen. It fell on his
belly and slipped into his navel.
Jennie reached out and dipped a finger into his naval,
then brought it to her mouth. Mmm. Nice. She patted him
on the thigh and then got up and off the bed. He'd made
a bit of a mess and she'd have to clean him up. Tsk, tsk.
On her way out of the room an idea occurred to her and
she stopped by the kitchen before returning.
Fred's breathing slowed and he relaxed from his orgasm.
He was sure it was Jennie who had brought him off, but not
positive. He hadn't recognized the voice, it was too low, and
the words had been whispered. He hoped it was Jennie, his Jennie.
He had fallen for her the first day he had seen her. There
was something about her which reminded him of . . . of better
days, happy days. Thus had he come to work here. He'd seen
how happy she was with Jake and had never thought he'd have her,
he was merely content to be around her. Now, it was like a
dream come true - if it *was* Jennie. It had to be. Kat
wouldn't . . . or would she?
The feel of the warm, wet, face cloth on his chest brought
his mind whipping back to the present. He was being slowly,
carefully cleaned.
The bed moved as someone, Jennie?, sat down by his side.
A finger tapped at his lips. He opened his mouth and a finger
popped inside. He began to explore it with his tongue, finding
it lightly coated with honey. He licked it clean and continued
to lick and suck at it until it was withdrawn. The hand then
came down next to his head and something else tapped at his
lips. He opened his mouth once more, but nothing entered. His
tongue ventured forth and once more tasted honey, but this time
it was on a nipple. He tongued it lovingly and it was lowered
so he could suck on it, which he did. The nipple lengthened
under his ministrations and he could feel his penis beginning to
stir once more.
Jennie stretched to relieve the wonderful tension which
was building up in her. His mouth was so lovely, warm and wet
about her nipple. It felt so good to have him suckling at
her breast. She ran the fingers of her free hand through
his hair, loving the feel of it as it slipped away. Such
nice hair.
Oh! The lashing of the tongue across her nipple sent
sparks through her body. It was, however, too soon. She
pulled back and Fred groaned his dismay.
Not to worry, she thought as she went to the other side
of the bed and repeated the process with her other breast.
Mmm. Lovely, such a lovely sensation. So warm, wet and
exciting.
Speaking of warm, wet and excited, Jennie reached down
and touched her labia, traced the lips around and then slowly
pushed one finger into herself, coating it with her juices.
She brought it up to her mouth and tasted herself. Very nice.
But would he think so? Only one way to find out. Again the
finger entered her warm moist depths.
She hesitated. He would do this, she knew, yet that
wasn't enough. She wanted him to want to do it. There was
a tension inside her as she recalled, with sorrow, Jake's
refusal to taste her over the years. Only one way to find
out, she thought once more.
Jennie brought her moistened finger under Fred's nose,
giving him his first whiff of her. His nostrils flared and
he took in a deep breath, then his tongue came out, questing.
A warm joy flowed through Jennie as she gave him what he
wanted.
After he had licked her finger clean she removed it.
He didn't close his mouth, but had it open, eagerly awaiting
the return of the finger. Grinning, Jennie slicked it with
her juices once more and popped it back in his mouth where
he sucked it clean once more. It was, she thought, not
unlike a mother bird feeding her young. She began to play
with him, holding her finger just out of his reach, so he
would have to raise his head to get it, then, just when he
was about to get the prize, to snatch it away. After one or
two attempts she would relent and allow him to capture her
digit.
Inside her stomach twisted with the excitement of what
was happening, with the feeling of mastery which enveloped
her. It was so good to set the pace for once. It wasn't that
she disliked it the other way around, when Jake controlled the
speed and rhythm, but it was wonderful to experience the other
side as well.
Fred was really getting into the game, excited by it,
enjoying the taste of her, when she suddenly stopped. He waited,
expectantly, joyfully. His joy crashed jarringly down when
he felt his left arm being untied. So. It was over. It
was too soon.
Her hands were now working on the ties which kept his
right arm attached to the bedpost. He took a deep breath
and let it out with a sigh. He had hoped for so much more,
more which was not to be.
Wait. his arms were positioned by his sides, then her
hand pushed against his butt, lifting it. He got the message
and raised his rear off the bed. The lashes on the wrist cuffs
were dragged through and he was allowed to lower himself again.
Now she was tying his right wrist cuff to his left and vice
versa. His hands were trapped by his sides.
What next? He felt the excitement growing again. She
wasn't finished with him.
Jennie almost laughed at Fred's look of disappointment as
she untied his arms. Did he really think she was finished
with him? Not a chance, not when she was so close to living
out one of her fantasies. At that thought, sparks flew inside
her and she squeezed her thighs together. But first . . .
Fred made to sit up. She pushed him back down and
placed a pillow under his head, propping it up. Satisfied with
the angle of his head, she climbed up on the bed and straddled
his chest, facing his feet. She lowered her torso until her
breasts touched him, then slowly inched her way backwards until
she could feel his breath on her pussy. He could smell her, too,
she knew. Back a bit more and . . . yes! Oh, yes!
His tongue felt so good and she shuddered. It was better
than she had imagined it. He was licking at a quick pace, trying
to find her clitoris, finding it - yes! Oh, god, it was good.
Her insides were all liquid and moving in waves, in time
to the licking she was getting. In a haze of euphoria she
grasped his cock and began to return the favor. He jumped as
her warm mouth surrounded him. She had to giggle.
Oh god, he was retaliating. He began to fiercely flick
her clitoris with a stiffened tongue. Shockwaves rocked
through her body and she clung onto him for support. She
couldn't take much of that. Her attention to his cock was
forgotten as the center of her being, her core, was jolted
by bolts which left her nerves screaming - screaming for more.
Too high, too high. She inched forward, robbing of him
of his target and allowing herself to settle down. She would
decide when to come, and now was not the time.
After a minute's rest she swung around and faced him. She
leaned down and, breasts brushing against his chest, nipples
sending signals of their own excitation down to her clitoris,
she kissed him lightly on the lips, tasting herself on him.
"Can you hear me?" she whispered.
He nodded.
"Good." She put her mouth close to his ear, her hair
spilling over his face. "I am going to ride you, to subdue
you. Then you will be mine. But, if you can throw me, buck
me off, I will be yours. Get the idea?" He nodded again.
She turned and untied his ankles, then tied them together
and tied the linked cuffs to the bed-frame. She pulled lightly
on his feet and he inched down until she bade him stop. He
would need a little slack, but not too much.
Fred thought he understood and readied himself for her
to climb on him. Instead he was surprised as she flung herself
forward and kissed him passionately. His mouth opened under the
pressure from her tongue and their tongues dueled. Her hands
held his face while his were helpless at his sides.
She was great, better than he ever would have dreamed.
This was heaven. It was hard to breathe, then her mouth was
gone, was kissing and licking at his neck. He moved his head
back to allow her better access - then suddenly she was gone,
was sitting back on him, gripping his penis, positioning it,
setting down on it.
A cry of pleasure escaped him as she sank down on him.
Dimly he heard her own cry. She was warm and wet. He was
surrounded by her.
"Ow!" The sudden slap on his thigh reminded him. He
heaved up, trying to unseat her, but she refused to be unseated.
Twisting and turning Fred tried to buck Jennie off of him, nearly
succeeding. Only his head was in her as he came down. She came
down hard on him, crying out at the sudden pleasure. It was a
loud cry. He had her! She was off balance and another heave
would have her off of him. He braced himself and went up, but
Jennie bent low over him and hung on for dear life as he contorted
and bucked like a man gone mad. He was aware of everything: her
breasts on his chest, the hard, long nipples rubbing against his
skin; his penis in her, pumping, driving, as he bucked; her hair
in his face; her hands clutching him; the smell of sex in the air.
With one more agonized cry he threw himself up but he couldn't
do it, couldn't manage to get her off. And now he was too tired
to do much more than rock her.
Jennie, buffeted by the wild ride, was still in control and
she felt Fred's energy fading. She released him and sat up, riding
him well - tall in the saddle, the irreverent thought came to her.
He was beaten. He knew it and she knew it. All that remained was
for her to finish him.
Faster and faster she slid up and down his cock, wringing
cries of pleasure and gasps from her mount. Then he stiffened
once again, trying once more to prevent the inevitable. She
was having none of that and reached around and fondled his
balls.
A tremor went through him and with a great cry his stomach
contracted, bringing him almost upright, only to fall back
on the bed. Up he came again, almost as high, then once more,
before falling back limp.
"You're mine!" she cried out and rode him more faster,
one hand on his chest, the other fingering her clitoris, until
lights burst in her head and she, too, was coming, a wail
issuing from her throat. She sank down on him, stretched
her legs back and let them lay on either side of his and
listened, her ear to his chest, to his heart as it slowly
returned to normal.
"You're so beautiful," he whispered to her, although it
was against his instructions, "so very beautiful. Thank-you,
my Mistress, thank-you. I am yours, yours."
Jennie smiled softly as she relaxed into a light doze, with
him still in her. Yes, he was hers. Soon she was sleeping.
Fred lay under her, unmoving. Her pillowy breasts were
crushed against his chest by her weight. Her body was on his,
and he was tired. It had come to him that he might have been
fortunate not to have unseated her. Had he come out of her
and she come crashing back down on him, he could have been
badly hurt. The thought caused him to shudder, then, hypnotized
by her soft breathing, he, too, fell to sleep.
Movement brought him out of it. His cuffs were being
removed. He was helped to his feet, then led a few steps,
turned, led a few more and on and on until he was sat down
again. His earplugs were removed and then his blind fold.
He blinked in the bright light of his room and squinted up
at the woman above him. It was Kat! Had it been her all
along? He made to speak but she put her finger to her lips.
The look on her face made it clear that he was to say nothing.
"You did well," she told him. "Leave it at that. Now
get some sleep. You have to be up in a couple of hours to
open up." She turned and left.
"Yes, Mistress Kathryn," he said quietly to her receding
back. He would shower in the morning, he decided.
"Everything go well, Jennie?" Kat asked as she stopped
at her door.
"It was wonderful, Kat, wonderful. Thank-you." Jennie
had been standing by her door, awaiting Kat's return. She
stepped out and kissed Kat on the cheek before returning to
her bed. Yes, everything was just wonderful. Now if she
could just make it through the day.
Big Jake Saunders drove the car up to the Complex. He
was feeling good. He had the Memorandum of Agreement, requiring
only Jennie's signature, and the thrill of expectation with him.
His Jennie would be eagerly awaiting his return. There would be
some wild sex tonight. He looked at his watch. It was just
past one. Maybe they wouldn't wait until evening. A nooner
would be just the thing to celebrate the success of his venture.
The office door was open. There was a chance, a fair
chance, that Jennie would be there. He'd rather not see Kathy,
but he could avoid her mostly. Her stand still irked him, yet
he could see little he could do about it.
Jennie was in the office. She turned to see him, yet didn't
seem overly happy to see him. In fact she looked a little
distraught.
"What is it, babe?" he asked, his concern audible.
"I've got to go into town, Jake. I'm glad you're back.
Look after things, okay?"
"What is it?"
"Susan, you remember Susan, was in an accident. She's
in the hospital. She doesn't have many friends here yet and no
family. Someone has to be there for her. I'm sorry, Jake. I
hope I'm back tomorrow . . ."
"Tomorrow?" he interrupted, wondering who this Susan was. He
couldn't, for the life of him, remember any Susan.
"Sorry, Jake. I have to go."
"Okay," he relented. He might as well give in gracefully.
She would leave anyway. She was like that where friends were
concerned. "But I have the Memorandum of Agreement here . . ."
"It'll have to wait, Jake. I have to go." She gave him a
quick hug, then hurried out the door. He followed her and watched
her get into the car and head off. Now that was disappointing.
It seemed that everything needed his attention and it was
only after 7 p.m. that he finally found time for himself. He
stepped wearily into the apartment. The windows had been left
closed and the heat had built up throughout the day. Damn.
It would be hot as hell in there for a couple of hours. He
went around and opened all the windows and the sliding door
leading out to the balcony, which overlooked the pool.
It was cooling quickly outside and the heat from the pool
was reacting with the cool air in that old familiar way - fog.
Ah, well, he enjoyed that, time to time. But now he was restless.
He had been expecting a hot time, looking forward to it, wanting
someone to share in the celebration of his success. Claire had been
fine, but she wasn't a part of the Hotsprings. It just wasn't the same.
Jake decided to go out for a walk. It would be cooler when
he returned, and then he could get some sleep. Who the hell was
Susan?
When Jake returned, the fog was thick over the pool. He
considered a dip, then dismissed the thought. Instead he climbed
the stairs and entered the apartment. It was cooler now, much
better. He went about closing the windows.
When He came to the balcony he heard a splash below him.
What the hell? The pool was closed. He peered through the vapor,
trying to see who might be in the pool. His breath caught.
Through the swirling fog he caught a glimpse of a woman -
and she was naked! The fog seemed to eddy around her, first
covering then exposing parts of her body. There was no mistaking
the red hair. It was Kathy!
With a malicious grin on his face, Jake quickly went inside
and changed into his bathing suit. It would serve her right if
he went out and they met 'by accident'. The more embarrassed she
was, the better. He wouldn't mind getting a closer look at her
body, either.
"Well, hello."
Kat gave a little gasp. "Jake! What are you doing out here?"
She tried to cover her nakedness - unsuccessfully.
"I just came out for a dip. I must say, I didn't expect this."
He was between her and the chair which held her robe. She tried to
move around him and he turned and picked up the robe, holding it
behind his back. He felt himself getting hard.
"I think you have some explaining to do, Kathy."
Kathy wasn't listening. She was looking Jake up and down,
unconsciously licking her lips. He smiled. He could recognize a
woman's interest when he saw it.
"Why don't we go up to the apartment and discuss the
'inappropriateness of your attire'." He tried to sound as official
as he could.
"But Jennie . . ."
"Jennie won't be back tonight." Jake smiled as he saw Kat
calculating the risk.
"Okay," she nodded, putting her hand out for her robe.
He kept it behind him. "After you," was all he said, and
he motioned to the door.
Watching her sway her hips in front of him, Big Jake knew
that it would be a hot night after all.
HOTSPRINGS
Chapter 12
How had this come about? Jake wondered. There he was in
a most unusual position - tied up, spread-eagled on his bed,
with Kathy standing beside him, smiling down. Comes from
wanting to get laid too badly, he decided.
They had come back up to the apartment, Kathy no longer
making any attempt to cover herself, nor to regain possession
of her robe. It had taken only a few minutes to talk her into
coming into the bedroom. She must be desperate for it, Jake
had thought. Probably, considering her attitude, it had been
a long time since she had had a man in her bed. He wouldn't
disappoint her.
Upon seeing the ties on the bedposts, Kathy had become
excited.
"Oh my God. That's one of my fantasies. Lie down, Jake
and I'll tie you up."
"Actually, Kathy, I was thinking of the other way around."
Jake had replied.
"You want to tie me up?" Her voice had risen in interest.
"That's great. But you first." She had looked up at him, suddenly
shy. Then she seemed to have come to a decision and confided in
him, "You know, when I'm on top, I get such a rush, that afterwards
a man can do what ever he wants with me. Having you tied would
be just that much more exciting."
So, it hadn't taken much considering for Jake to agree. Now,
there he was, tied and hard, waiting for her. She was taking
her time, running her hands over him, praising his body.
"Are you ready, Kathy?" he asked, wanting to get this over
with so that he could go to work on her. Her eyes were shining.
"Yes, Jake. And I see you're ready, too." She stroked
his hard cock. "God, you're big." He smiled his pride.
Kathy climbed up on the bed and kneeled astride him. "This
is going to be so good, Jake, so good. I've dreamed about it.
Thank god Jennie had to go to town."
Jake didn't like to be reminded of Jennie. He loved her
like he would love no other woman. He didn't really want to
cheat on her, didn't really consider it cheating. It was just
that he needed more excitement. Excitement like this.
Kathy grasped his cock and held it to her pussy. God,
she looked great, up there above him, her breasts appearing
larger from that angle. Such great breasts. "Do it," he cried
out. Slowly, agonizingly slowly, Kathy lowered herself on him.
Her face was a mixture of wonder and joy as he filled her up.
She was panting by the time she had him completely inside her.
"My god Jake, you're filling me, splitting me . . ."
"Jake? This Memorandum says . . . ." It was Jennie!
Both of them stared at the open door, to see Jennie standing
there, shocked, staring at them. For a long moment no one said
anything, then Jennie's face started to blacken, to turn into a
thundercloud.
Kathy's face fell, "Jennie, I'm sorry . . ."
At the same time Jake began, "Jennie, babe, I can explain . . ."
"There's nothing to explain. I have eyes." The Memorandum
of Agreement fell unnoticed to the floor as Jennie advanced. She
gripped Kathy by the hair and pulled her off Jake. "You Bitch.
I thought I could trust you, thought you were my friend." She was
angrier than Jake had ever seen her.
Kathy gasped as she came off Jake with a squishy sound. She
tried to plead with Jennie, but there was no mercy in Jennie now.
She marched Kathy out of the bedroom.
"Jennie, untie me, I can explain . . ." Jake called after her,
struggling with the ties. It was useless, they were too strong.
"I'll deal with you later," Jennie's voice came back.
Several minutes later Jennie appeared at the doorway. "I'm
having her write out a statement, telling everything. It'll be
used at our divorce - if that's what I decide on. I've something
to do now, but I'll be back."
"Jennie . . ." Jake pleaded, but it was no use. Her face was
implacable as she closed the door on him. He wondered how he was
going to get out of this one.
Jennie's heart was pounding as she propelled Kat, still naked,
from door to door down the hall. At each door, Kat pounded and
told her subjects to meet them in the common room.
In the common room, they stood and waited as Fred, Stacy, Mel
and Tom arrived one by one to stare at the naked body of their
Mistress. There was confusion on their faces. Jennie smiled to
herself. This would be interesting. She put all the command she
could into her voice, making it strong and cold.
"Mistress Kathryn, here, has told me, in great detail, about
her deals with each of you - about just how you came to wear those
chokers." Four hands went up to touch those same chokers, four
faces wary and uncertain. Kat stood with all the dignity she
could muster, straight and erect, no emotion on her face at all.
"Well, things are about to change around here." Jennie looked
from face to face. "I will be taking over each of those deals.
You may now refer to me as Mistress Jennifer. Any promises that
Mistress Kathryn has given you, I will take over. Is that
understood?" Jennie waited, heart pounding. How would they take
it. Would she succeed?
Stacy's eyes narrowed. Jennie had never impressed her with
her strength, but the Jennie she was seeing here impressed her
a lot. And Jennie's position as owner, outranked that of
Mistress Kathryn. Mistress Kathryn was saying nothing. Stacy
looked again at Jennie and her mind was made up. She would go
with the power. And if she were the first, perhaps she would
be rewarded for that. Besides, she would have a better chance
of getting revenge on Big Jake with Mistress Jennifer than with
Mistress Kathryn.
"I'm with you, Mistress Jennifer," she said. She thrilled
as Mistress Jennifer smiled warmly at her.
Mel was confused, but if Stacy was going over to Jennie, he
would, too. If they had separate mistresses, the fun and games
they'd been having would probably be over with.
"I'm with you, too, Mistress Jennifer," he blurted out and
Mistress Jennifer gave him an acknowledging nod.
Fred was wondering what was going on. He thought he could see
something beneath the surface, but he wasn't sure. All he knew
for sure was that he had made his promise to Kat. He had given
his word.
"Well, Fred?" Jennie's voice was cold and hard.
He glanced at Kat and raised his eyebrow a fraction of an inch.
She replied with a millimetric nod of her head.
"I am most pleased to serve you, Mistress Jennifer," he
replied, and was startled to see a look of relief flash across
Jennie's face before she turned to Tom.
Tom looked impassively at the two women. It was obvious that
Kat was on her way out. He would be freed from all of his
agreements. There was nothing to push him towards Jennie. He
was free. He wondered if that was what he wished. It was nice,
being able to relax and have someone else make the hard decisions.
He looked again at Mistress Kathryn, at that body he had had such
fun with.
"I'll stay with Mistress Kathryn," he finally said.
"Okay, Tom. If that's how you want it," Jennie spoke quietly,
that's how it'll be." Her voice turned sharp once more. "The rest
of you, go into my living room and await me there." The three
trooped out. As they went down the hall Jennie could hear excited
whispering.
"Tom," Jennie's voice was soft. "Mistress Kathryn will be
leaving here soon. That means you'll be free, which, no doubt,
you've already considered. That is fine by me, except . . ." she
allowed her pause to go on a long time, "except, I'll not get to
experience the wonderful tongue which Mistress Kathryn says you
possess."
Tom's eyebrows shot up at that. He looked at Mistress
Kathryn. She smiled at him, then walked over to him and pulled
his head down and kissed him gently on the lips. He hugged her
back and Jennie could just make out Kat's words as she whispered
to him. "Thank you, Tom, I love you for your loyalty. Go with
her. That's a request. You'll probably have a lot of fun."
Kat stepped back and Tom looked at Jennie once more.
"Shall I go with the others, Mistress Jennifer."
Yes! "Of course, Tom. Thank you Tom." Tom disappeared
down the hall. She waited until she heard her apartment door close
behind him.
"And now I'll deal with you, you hussy." Her gray eyes
glared at Kat, then softened. "Thank you, cousin. I think we've
got him."
Kat grinned. "At least you could have let me ride that
monster a little longer, Jennie. No wonder you don't want to
lose him."
"I love him, Kat. What can I say? As to your ride - sorry,
maybe later. I wish I'd been able to give you more time - I never
thought he'd get the deal done so quickly - but you did wonderfully
without it. I hope I can do as well." She hugged Kat. "You're
more than a cousin - you're a good friend. I had nowhere else to
turn, then I remembered you. I didn't understand, before, and I'm
sorry." Her thoughts went back through the years to her discovery
of Kat's predilection for d/s games. "You really came through for
me - big time." She released Kat and stepped back. She looked
at Kat's naked body. "You're beautiful, too. It's been too
many years, Kat. We should have kept in touch."
Don't worry, Jennie, you'll do fine. I think it is time
that Mistress Jennifer came into her own, anyway." She smiled
at Jennie. "It's just as well that it has been years, otherwise
I would have met Jake before and I wouldn't have been able to
help." Her smile faded. She pursed her lips, uncertain of
whether or not to go on. Jennie smiled and nodded, inviting her
to go on and she came to her decision.
"You're really in love with Jake, aren't you? There won't
be a divorce, will there?"
"Yes and no, respectively."
"Then I guess I should warn you: Fred thinks he is in love
with you, he isn't - not really. But he'll stay a while until
he realizes this. He's hiding from something in his past and
eventually that will pass. When it does, I don't think he's the
type who will want to play second fiddle to Jake." She paused,
composing her thoughts before continuing. "When that time comes,
and he decides to leave . . ."
"Yes, Kat?"
"See if you can direct him my way."
Jennie looked down at her friend, realizing just what she
had given up for her. "Okay," she said softly, "I will."
Kat turned her thoughts away and brightened. "Meanwhile,
let's finish what we started."
Jake had decided how he was going to handle Jennie. It would
be tricky, but he could pull it off. If only she would return.
He should have known better than to allow himself to be tied up.
He heard a footstep, then the door was being opened. Jennie
pushed Kat into the room. There were tears on Kat's face. In
her other hand she held a piece of paper. Jake groaned silently.
"Jake. Your hussy here has made a full confession . . ."
"Jennie," Jake interrupted. "I'm sorry for what happened,
but after my long absence and when I returned, eager for you, hot
for you, and you left - I don't know what happened. But, really,
nothing happened. She tied me up, and I changed my mind. But
there was nothing I could do. It had been so long . . ."
"Since yesterday at 1832 Rockwell?" Jennie's question
stopped him dead. His stomach lurched. "With Claire, Jake? In
the back yard, Jake, for god's sake?
"No, Jake. I tend to believe your tramp here. But that's
all beside the point. The point is that I'm not going to put up
with this any more. Things have changed around here Jake.
"There will be no development, Jake, at least not any that
we don't do at our own pace." She picked up the Memorandum of
Agreement and held it out to one of his tied hands. "Grab it
Jake." He did as he was ordered.
"If you decide to go through with this," she indicated the
paper they both held, "then there will be a divorce. You may
think that you can still operate here, through the divorce, and
pay me off. I want to show you how wrong you are." She turned
her head and called. "Come in."
To Jake's astonishment, Mel, Stacy, Fred and Tom trooped in.
It was embarrassing to be caught naked, tied to the bed, and
Jake blushed. He wondered what was going on when Jennie began
speaking again.
"These people are mine, now, Jake. Isn't that right?"
"Yes, Mistress Jennifer," they chorused
"Mistress Jennifer?" Jake was dumbfounded.
"Yes. And they will do what I say. Watch." She turned
to the others. "Strip." As one they began taking off their
clothes.
Jake was stunned.
"So, I am going to start to tear this agreement in half.
If you agree with me, don't let go. If you let go I'll assume
you intend to proceed. Let me warn you, Stacy has made known
her intent to press sexual harassment charges if I allow it.
I'll back her up as will Kathy, won't you Kathy?"
"Yes, Mistress Jennifer."
"Good. On top of that there is going to be a strike by
your employees. Right?"
"Right, Mistress Jennifer," they said in unison.
Big Jake, not feeling so big anymore, closed his eyes. She
had him.
"And, on top of that, there will be the divorce. Are you
sure your partners, here," she rattled the paper, "will wish to
keep their deal with you? I do own half of Hotsprings Campsite,
remember. You were the one who pointed out the tax advantages."
Jake swallowed. He was truly beaten.
"Okay. I'm going to start tearing now," she warned him.
He tightened his grip and heard the paper tear. It was done.
"Very good, Jake."
"It's done, Jennie. Untie me now."
"Jake, Jake, Jake. It has only just begun." Jennie looked
down at him, smiling wickedly. How could he ever have thought
her weak?
"Let me explain how things are going to be. I am now
Mistress Jennifer to you, too. And to crown my achievement I
am going to ride you, in front of everyone, then you are going to
eat me out. It's time you learned that little skill."
"Jennie, I don't like that. You know it." He stopped,
seeing Jennie's bleak look.
"You'll learn to like it. However, you've just displeased
me. I told you, I am 'Mistress Jennifer' to you now. I am
not Jennie any longer. When there are customers present you
may call me Jennifer.
"Next, I expect agreement from you, not excuses. I don't care
that you don't like it. But, how would you know, you've never tried
it?"
Jake licked his lips and said nothing.
"There can be rewards, too, Jake. You will stop paying
the rent on that house. In fact you'll stop paying anything.
We'll remove your name as a signing authority. As well, I've
already arranged to move our joint account into a single account,
mine.
"But I digress. There can be rewards. Fight me and you
will regret it. Go along with me and, if you want it, Claire
can come and live here. We'll find something for her to do,
I'm sure. She will, of course, be subject to my rules." Again
that wicked smile. "Do you understand, Jake?"
"Yes, I do. Can't we talk about this?"
"Mistress Jennifer." Her voice rang.
"Jennifer, please, . . ." He got no further.
"You don't learn quickly, do you Jake? Well, I warned you."
She moved to him and considered his limp cock. "First we'll have
to get that up." She licked her finger and placed it at his
anus. He looked up at her, pleading silently with her - to
no avail. She pressed and he could feel her finger moving
inside of him, pressing up, massaging. His cock began to grow
and nothing he could do would stop it. The finger came out
and Jennie climbed on top of him, just as Kathy had earlier.
"Oh, God!" She dropped down on him suddenly, allowing
him to fill her. Then she began rising and falling on his
pole, rubbing her clit as she moved. Soon she was panting
and gasping. Then she came in a cry as the others all looked
on. He felt her pussy spasm around him. He rocked his
hips, but she was having none of that. She unseated herself
and motioned to the others.
"Okay, boys, you know what to do."
The men moved forward and, one limb at a time, reversed
him until he was lying spread eagled on his stomach. He had
tried to fight, but the others were much too strong for him.
He looked back at Jennie and saw her motioning Kathy
forward. Kathy had a large pillow from the living room with
her.
"Up, Jake." He realized the futility of disobeying
Jennie's order and raised himself up as much as he could
while Kathy slipped the pillow under his stomach and then
left. Jennie placed a pillow against the head-board and then
climbed up and sat down in front of his head, her legs out
to either side of him.
"Okay, Jake, are you ready to go at it."
"Please, Jennifer, can't we talk?"
"I thought that might be your response." Sorrow was
heavy in her voice. "Jake, I'm afraid you have to be taught
a lesson, and Stacy is the one who is going to do it." He
looked up at her, puzzled. "Look around, Jake."
Stacy stood there, testing the ties of the strap-on she
had just donned. Jake felt his mouth go dry. Surely not.
Stacy's eyes were bright with excitement. He closed his eyes.
"Mistress Jennifer," he began, but was interrupted.
"That's good, but it's too late. I understand you wanted
to fuck with Stacy. Now I'm providing that opportunity. Aren't
you pleased, Jake?" Jake remained quiet. "Except, she's the
one who's going to be doing the fucking. Now Jake, pay attention.
She is going to fuck your ass until you make me come with your
tongue. It's up to you how long she rams you."
Stacy was alive with the excitement. This was going to be
so good. She carefully lubed the false cock. She would have
preferred using an unlubed one, but Mistress Jennifer had insisted.
Lubed and ready, she climbed up onto the bed between Jake's spread
legs. She gave him a playful swat on the rear and giggled as he
jumped and looked behind him. He tried to move his ass out of
the way, but there was no chance.
"It's payback time, Jake," she said maliciously and placed
the head of her cock at his anus and began pushing. Jake fought
it, so she pushed harder. It wouldn't be long now.
Mistress Jennifer attracted her attention and mouthed the
word 'gently' to her. She wasn't happy about that, but something
was better than nothing. Jake groaned and Stacy felt herself slowly
sinking into him. This was just great. Suddenly there was no
more resistance and she bottomed out, grinning.
"How's it feel, Jake? Was that as good for you as it was
for me?" She drew back and pulled all the way out. It had felt
so good that she was going to do it again. Again he fought it,
and again he lost. She pulled out for a third time. This time he
didn't fight. Instead he pushed himself forward and began to lap
at Mistress Jennifer.
Worried that she might have only a short ride, Stacy began
moving faster and slapping at Jake's thighs and buttocks after
getting approval from Mistress Jennifer.
Jake cried out his frustration and humiliation. He held
himself as tight as he could, what with his legs spread, but
to no avail. Stacy pushed past his anus and inside of him,
pressing until she was right against him. After taunting him
she pulled right out and he breathed a sigh of relief, only to
see that relief shatter as she pressed forth once more. He had
to keep her out. He wouldn't let her do this. To hell with Jennie!
It was no use. Again his anus opened under Stacy's
pressure and again she slid deep inside him, chuckling as she
overcame his resistance. She was enjoying this, the cunt. She
was enjoying his resistance and showing him that it was useless.
He knew he deserved this, that he had it coming, but it was no
less painful for all that. What really humiliated him was that
his cock was hard once more. He couldn't be enjoying this, could
he?
Stacy pulled out again and Jake knew that she did this only
to drive the point home that she could do as she wanted to him.
He wouldn't resist anymore. He knew she was right. He wanted
to beg Jennie to stop this, yet knew that the plea would fall
on deaf ears. There was only one thing to do. Get Jennie off
as quickly as possible. He began to lick at her, tentatively
at first. Wonderingly, he noted the taste of Jennie wasn't all
that bad after all. In fact it was kind of nice. He wondered
why he had never done this before.
Jake grunted as Stacy began assailing his ass with greater
vigor and stepped up his own pace as well. The sooner he finished
Jennie, the sooner Stacy would have to stop. Jesus, and he had
been complaining about a lack of excitement here?
Kat watched, amused, as Jake gave in and did his duty.
Jennie called Tom and Mel to her, one to either side of the bed
and they sat down, and began suckling at her breasts. Her face
was a picture of delight. She caught Kat's eye and waved at
Fred, smiling, before her eyelids drooped and closed. They
opened again, briefly.
Kat winked at her. Enjoy, she mouthed.
"You, too," Jennie gasped.
"Come on, Fred, pick up your clothes and come with me."
He obeyed, unquestioningly.
Kat led him back to her room. Once there she sat on the
bed. Fred stood with his clothes in his hands, waiting. He
was certainly a good looking man. She sighed. It was a pity
they had been such adversaries earlier.
"Well, what are you waiting for?" she finally asked.
"Orders, Mistress Kathryn."
"Well, we can certainly play that game," she paused for
effect, "if you want to."
"Pardon?"
"Mistress Jennifer is your Mistress now, not I."
"But she gave me to you, I saw it."
"She sent you out with me, and that's not the same thing.
Come and lie down with me." Kat made her voice soft. It was
not an order, just a suggestion. Fred placed his clothes on
the chair and sat down on the bed. Kat worked her way to the
top of the bed and leaned back against a pillow. She stroked
Fred's back.
"That's what this was all about, wasn't it - the development?"
"Still curious. Okay. Yes, mostly. Jennie thought that
they would lose their independence once partners came into the
business. She feared they would lose their freedom and lose the
joy that this place gives them. So she called on me. She called,
I came."
Fred turned his head to look her in the eyes. "And who
are you?"
"I'm her cousin." Come on Fred, you've got a warm, live
woman here. She's naked and on a bed - do something about it.
"You said 'mostly' . . ."
"Yes. The development that Jake was planning turned out to
be more a symptom rather than the disease itself. The real
problem was with the relationship between Jennie and Jake. It
needed some changes." She gave Fred a quick grin. "I think that
it has changed a little, don't you?"
Fred was forced to grin in return. "A little," he admitted.
"And now?" he asked, still looking at her, but not moving.
"And now Hotsprings Campsite has a new Mistress. I'll stay
for a couple of days, to make sure that everything goes smoothly,
the transition from me to Jennie wasn't supposed to be this rapid,
but the speed at which Jake was progressing forced us to move
more quickly that we wanted. After it's clear that Jennie is
in charge, it's back home for me. Any other questions?" Kat
was holding her impatience tightly in check.
"Why did you take me out of there?"
"Because you didn't want to be there. Sit next to me."
Somewhat to her surprise he twisted round and sat against the
pillow she had placed against the wall for him. She put her
hand on his thigh and patted it.
"You're right. I didn't. Thank you. I owe you one."
Awright! His sense of humor was returning. "You do,
do you? Tell you what, you want to try to buck me off?"
She smiled. His face fell.
"It was you?" He was incredulous.
Kat reached over and turned on the Baby-minder. She
offered him one of the ear phones, putting the other to her
own ear. They could hear Jennies rising cries, culminating
in the wail that Fred had heard the night before. He put
down the phones.
"You cunning devil," he complimented her. "Jennie knows
about this?"
"That's 'horny, cunning devil'. And yes, she does - now."
Kat laughed.
"Horny?" he asked.
Kat dipped a finger into herself, then held it under
Fred's nose. "You tell me." To her delight Fred moved his
head quickly forward and captured the finger.
"We'll have to do something about that." He quickly
moved to the foot of the bed where he grabbed her ankles and
began pulling her down until she was flat on her back.
A wide smile crossed Kat's face. This was more like it!
About time Fred. She opened her legs wide for him and he pounced
on her, catching himself so that he landed on her lightly. His
cock was at her entrance, semi hard. He pressed against her
lightly then stopped.
"What's up?"
"I just want to grow into you, you might say," he grinned.
Kat's eyes widened in delight. She felt him pushing, parting
her lips, entering her, as he grew.
"Ah, that's good. I want you to come in me, all the way."
"Is that an order?" he laughed, then gasped as she brought
her heels hard into his ass, propelling him forward and into her.
"Of course not. You do what you have to, and I'll do what
I have to." She held his face and brought it down to kiss him.
He allowed that for a moment then withdrew. "Okay, then I'm
outta here."
"What?!" She gasped as he withdrew his cock as well, then
he brought her raised legs over his body, and positioned himself
at her entrance again. He was on his side, slightly bent around
her, she on her back, legs over his hips. He pushed up and into
her once more.
"I want to relax and enjoy this," he told her.
He began to lazily pump into her, causing her to groan. He
propped his head up with one hand and with the free one stroked
her up and down, from her neck to her clit. She closed her eyes.
He began to talk to her, quietly, softly. It almost hypnotized
her - and she realized that was what he wanted, so she let the
words flow over her, excite her, while she concentrated on the
feelings which were rising in her.
"You are beautiful, Kat, very beautiful. I love the way
your nipples stand so proud. Feel their joy as I touch them,
stroke them, yes, that's it. Your skin is so soft and wonderful;
feel it as my fingers work their way down your stomach and into
your fine red hair. Yes, shiver in delight, feel the joy as
they excite you, touch your clit, flick it, then trace their
way back up to those lovely breasts, tracing patterns on them,
caressing your chest, stroking your neck. Yes, I love your moans,
they turn me on - oh god yes! You are so warm and moist, I love
the feel of being in you, surrounded by you, the feel of your
contractions as you pull at me.
"You excite me, my lovely Kat, and the more excited you
get the more I feel it, love it, revel it in. Move your hand
down there, yes, touch yourself, give yourself joy even as I
slick in and out of you. Yes, move your ass around, feel the
energy rising in you. Let me hear your excitement, moan, Kat,
moan. Hum your joy. Yes, yes. You feel it rising coming closer,
closer. Your hair is so lovely Kat, feel my fingers run through
it even as my other hand toys with your nipples again, pinching
them. Yes, suck on my finger, your mouth is so sexy, so warm
and moist. Your tongue so wonderful.
"You are so exciting Kat, so exciting. You are close, I
am moving faster now, helping you. Finger yourself faster,
bring it on. God, I don't know how long I can last, you excite
me so. Yes, Kat, yes, now, NOW!"
His words drove her into climax and she cried out as her
body shook from the waves of pleasure which filled her. He
never stopped pumping, but he was moving slowly now, his hands
gliding over her skin, bringing her down slowly, gently as his
voice continued its soliloquy, filling her with a deep
contentment. She knew she was loved and gloried in it.
Finally she opened her eyes to see his eyes open and
watching her. She smiled a luxurious smile. "Thank you, Fred.
That was wonderful. Now hold me, please." Fred moved up beside
her and she snuggled into him. His breath in her hair was calming
and she drifted off to sleep.
In the morning she awoke to find his arms still around her.
He hugged her gently and she turned onto her back to look at him.
"How long have you been awake?" she asked.
"Oh, about an hour. It's almost time to get up." He stroked
her face, thinking that she looked quite lovely in the morning.
Regretfully he pulled back and slipped out of the bed. He pulled
the blankets up to cover her, bent down and kissed her lightly
on the lips.
He was grateful for what she had done for him. He would
be with Jennie again, he knew. She would want him. And it was
all due to this small woman before him.
It was time to leave. Something twisted in his stomach,
and he didn't know why. It was hard to leave - it had been a nice
night, sleeping with a woman in his arms again.
He picked up his clothes as she watched, saying nothing.
He reached the door and opened it. Why were his hands trembling?
"Fred?"
He turned back. "Yes, Kat."
Her voice was soft, kind. "If you ever decide that this
isn't the place for you . . ." She paused a moment, her eyes
serious. "If there comes a time when you decide to leave, well,
Jennie has my address."
The red Mercedes pulled away from the complex, from Hotsprings
Campsite, and from the six people who had gathered to see the
driver off. The send-off had been curiously restrained, as if
each did not know how to act as the red haired woman said her
good-byes.
Each had received a hug and a kiss, and one of them a small
zip-loc bag containing something black. He had quickly slipped
it inside his shirt.
The dust cloud settled and then there was nothing left to
give evidence of the departure. The six broke up and went their
various ways.
The tall black haired man paused a moment, remembering her
words to him before he had closed her door to return to his room.
He thought about them again, then dismissed them. He wouldn't
go to her, he thought. He was happy here - with Jennie. He
chuckled - with 'Mistress Jennifer' he corrected himself.
End of Hotsprings, by Delta.