Turnabout

By Rod Ramsey

© 2003, all rights reserved.

Chapter One

It was a beautiful summer day and Liz was happy, of course Liz was almost always happy. A couple of nice tips not only secured next month's rent, but let her buy a Nikon camera, complete with extra lenses from the pawn shop. Working as a dancer at the KittyKat Club wasn't Liz's first career choice, but it paid the bills and let her have plenty of time for her first love, photography. Liz had left her cozy two room apartment with two hundred dollars in her pocket. She didn't even realize where she was going until she stepped into the atrium of First National Bank. Momma always wanted her to start saving for a rainy day and it seemed that today was the day to start. Trevor, his tie slightly askew, was sitting at his desk under the sign that read NEW ACCOUNTS. Liz walked up to his desk and sat down. She remembered Trevor as the geeky, somewhat awkward kid in school, not that she was Miss Popular.

"I'd like to open a savings account please." she announced.

Trevor's adams apple bobbed as he swallowed, his eyes fixed on Liz's breasts straining against her tight white blouse.

"Hello, today please." Liz said, a smirk barely crossing her face.

Since she had lost those forty extra pounds and dyed her hair platinum blond, she had gotten used to this reaction from some men. Trevor didn't recognize her as the chubby girl that all the boys had ignored in highschool just a few short years ago.

"Um, oh yes, um Miss a checking account you said." Trevor replied, looking down at his desk.

"No a savings account." Liz replied, "Would you please pay attention."

"Oh yes of course a savings account." he replied, "I'm Trevor Powell and you are?" Trevor tried and failed to look Liz in the eye.

"Elizabeth Beachum, Liz to my friends. It's a pleasure to meet you." she replied, extending her hand.

A look of almost recognition crossed Trevor's face and his hand trembled slightly as he reached across his desk to shake her offered hand. Liz held his clammy hand for more than just a cursory shake. Clammy hands were another thing she had gotten used to, what with the man's blood all flowing to some other location.

"I'll need you to fill out some forms, Miss Beachum." Trevor said, fumbling with an account information sheet and signature card.

"Please call me Liz. All my friends do." Liz replied.

Sweat broke out on his forehead as Liz let her fingers slide across Trevor's hand when she took the offered forms and pen from his hand. God this was so easy, she wasn't even trying and he was flustered beyond belief. Liz filled out the forms and signed the card in both places indicated. Handing the papers back to Trevor she stood up to pull the money from her back pocket, turning slightly to give him a good look at her jeans covered ass.

"I'll be right back with a receipt for your deposit." Trevor said, "Then we can set up your ATM card."

Liz watched Trevor as he headed to the teller line, she liked the way he filled out his slacks. He might be a shy little boy, but she was sure there was a man's body under those clothes. Behind the counter Trevor worked confidently, his businesslike demeanor with the tellers apparent. It wasn't until he looked up to see Liz watching that he fumbled with the papers. She leaned back and stretched as he returned with her receipt, giving him a good look at her tits. Trevor almost missed is chair as he sat back down. Setting up the ATM card took only a couple of minutes and they finished the process just as the bank's clock struck twelve o'clock.

"Oooh, lunch time." Liz said, "You wouldn't be in a position where you could take the bank's newest customer to lunch would you?"

"Um, uh, yes as a matter of fact I am." Trevor was finally able to stammer out, "There's a nice French restaurant just down the block."

Trevor walked around the desk and stood unsure of what to do next. Liz slipped her arm through his and almost had to lead him out the door. Neither one saw the eyes of every employee follow them out.

"Let's go to Bob's Diner instead of some stuffy French place." Liz said after they had left the bank, "It's just across the street and besides I'm still boycotting anything French."

"Um, ok Bob's works." Trevor replied, "You know the French restaurant down the street is owned by a Vietnamese family?"

"I'd still prefer some simple food. I have to be at work at three and French food is so heavy." Liz replied.

Trevor loosened up outside the bank and as long as Liz kept the subject on food and restaurants he was able to converse without stammering. They sat in the back booth, served by Becky Hill who was her usual surly self as she served them. Trevor almost begged Liz to let him buy her desert. As they were eating their apple pie, Trevor turned the conversation to Liz's job.

"I work at the KittyKat Club over on Beale Street." she replied to his question of where she worked, "I don't think I've ever seen you there?"

"Um, no. I've never had the opportunity to, uh, go there."

"Come by tonight. I'll let Carl the doorman know you're my guest and he'll waive the cover." Liz said, batting her eyes at the once more sweating Trevor.

"Uh, uh, um well maybe I will."

"I work three to seven. If you stay till the end of my shift you can buy me dinner when I get off." Liz replied.

"Um yes. Yes, uh, look I have to go back to work." he said, dropping two twenties on top of the check. "If I can make it tonight I will."

"Cool it'll be so much fun to have you there." Liz replied as they walked out.

"B-bye Liz. I enjoyed lunch with you."

"Bye Trevor the pleasure was all mine."

Chapter Two

It was after six and Liz only had one more dance set to go for the night. She had already decided that Trevor had chickened out when she saw him step into the lounge. His eyes caught hers and he made his way to an empty table near her. Liz stopped to say hi and see what he wanted to drink, then left to get his overpriced beer. Trevor couldn't take his eyes off of her body. The sequined skirt and bra shimmering as she moved. Mary was on the stage, naked save for a pair of heels and Trevor never even noticed.

"So what do I do?" he asked, "I've never been in a place like this."

"Just relax and enjoy the show." Liz replied, indicating Mary up on the stage, "If you want her to come dance in front of you go sit at the rail and hold up a bill. The bigger the bill the better the view."

"Oh, ok." Trevor replied, not really understanding.

"I'm on in a few minutes. One of the other girls will come around if you want another drink. Or a lap dance." Liz said with a wink.

Liz watched Trevor watch Mary as she finished her set. He sat there watching, a shy smile on his face, sipping from his drink every time Mary faced him. Mary pranced off the stage as the music ended. Randy the DJ/announcer did his usual between sets praddle, reminding the gents to keep their hands to themselves and that lap dances or private shows were always available. Randy played a ZZ Top song between Mary's set and the start of her own.

As the first song of her set started Liz strutted out onto the stage. She glanced at Trevor and flashed him a big smile. Grabbing the vertical bar she spun a complete circuit giving the watchers a good look at her panty covered ass and pussy. As she danced Trevor made his way down to the dance floor rail, Liz tried not to spend anymore time in front of him than the other men who sat at the rail watching her. Thirty seconds into the second song her skirt hit the floor. By the time one minute had passed the sequined bra had joined the skirt and several men were waving small bills at her. Trevor sat mesmerized his second beer untouched. Liz kept to her routine, accepting tips and shaking her tits and ass just out of reach of the paying customers.

A group of four men came and sat at the rail near the end of the second song, sailors by the look of their haircuts. Immediately they started calling out to her for a look at her cunt. Liz danced over to them then passed by as an older businessman held up a ten. Liz kneeled in front of him, slowly sliding her panties down to show her trimmed bush. The top of her sex was just showing when the man produced a second ten. Liz slid the panties down to her knees and levered herself back to her feet, letting the panties drop to the floor. The sailors were whooping and hollering, trying to get her attention. One held up a bill and Liz sashayed over to them, spreading her legs into a split to accept the one dollar bill. Liz scissored her legs, heading to a couple of college boys holding up fives. One of the sailors tried to cop a feel as her leg passed over his head. She saw Dave and Bruce, both ex- Marines, move onto the lower section behind the boisterous sailors. The younger looking of the college boys knew what he was doing, teasing Liz closer with the five until his face was inches from her lovely tits. Several other customers earned a closer look before the third song ended. Trevor had sat without moving more than his head and eyes for the entire set.

Trevor had moved back to the table when Liz returned from the dressing room. She was now dressed in a leopard skin skirt and bra set, complete with tail extending from below the skirt. She used some of her tip money to buy him another drink and headed over to his table.

"So what did you think?" she asked.

"Uh, that was amazing." he replied, "Only why didn't you come over and dance in front of me after the first song?"

"Because silly, if I gave you a free show everyone would expect one and I wouldn't make any tips." Liz explained, "Besides if you're nice I'll give you a private show after dinner. Now if you don't give me a twenty for a lap dance I have to go back to work."

Trevor fumbled for his moneyclip and produced a twenty. Liz gave him her sexiest lap dance, only once having to scold him for not keeping his hands to himself. At the end of the song she saw Bruce signaling to her and she excused herself from Trevor, telling him to sit tight and she would be back at the end of her shift. Liz did a private dance for one of the sailors, refusing to give all four a private show. Something about these four set off alarm bells in her head. His offer of five hundred to do a private show at their hotel room was politely refused. Liz left the private room and headed for the dressing room. Dressed in jeans and a sweatshirt, she quickly tallied up her tips for the night, splitting off a share of her take for the bouncers and bartenders. Connie was trying to entice Trevor into a lap dance when Liz returned. As she walked to the table his eyes fixed on her body, Connie forgotten.

Once outside she held his hand as he lead her to his bright yellow Hummer for the drive home. Trevor tried to get her to go to one of the more upscale restaurants in town. Liz insisted on just driving through one of the burger joints and taking it back to her place. Trevor almost wrecked the Hummer twice, he couldn't keep his eyes off Liz. She finally slid over and let her hand rest on his leg to keep him believing she was really there.

Chapter Three

Burgers finished Liz left Trevor on the sofa and told him to make himself comfortable while she got ready to give him the private show she had promised. Liz dressed in a black bra and panty set, then covered that with a short red nighty that tied at the shoulders. She finished the outfit with black fishnet stockings, red ballet slippers and a red scarf forming a veil across her face. Trevor sat up straight as Liz returned, she curtsied before him then turned to put on a custom made CD with all her favorite dance tunes. She bent over at the waist, showing him her ass as she adjusted the volume to a low level. Liz danced sensually over to the sofa, extending her hand for Trevor.

She led him over to a dining table chair and sat him down, straddling his legs. Trevor reached up to hold her waist as she gyrated her body in time with the tune. Liz reached out and began to unbutton his shirt, teasing it out of his pants. With the shirt unbuttoned Liz danced away from him spinning behind him, pulling his shirt off his shoulders and down his arms. Liz worked her way back in front slowly removing the veil to show Trevor her lovely smile. She was doing a slow bump and grind when Trevor reached for her.

She danced out of his reach, "No no, no touching. Let me do everything." she teased.

Liz moved behind him again. Trevor didn't protest when Liz pulled his arms behind the chair and secured his wrists together with the red scarf. Liz twisted around the chair to sit on his lap facing him. She traced her hands over his chest.

"Are you enjoying yourself?"

"Yes, I love it." he whispered.

"Do you want to see more?"

"Yes."

"Yes what?" she asked, sliding off his legs and twisting around.

"Yes, please show me more."

Liz pulled first one then the other shoulder tie, letting the nighty slip down to just above her breasts, held up by her arms crossed in front. She slowly let her arms drop in time to a deep bass coming from the song playing. Trevor gulped as the black bra was fully revealed, she let the nighty fall completely to the floor as she danced away from his chair. Kneeling in front of him she pulled off his shoes and socks, tossing them out of the way, before running her hands up his legs and along his thighs. Trevor exhaled a shuddering breath as Liz unsnapped his slacks and pulled the zipper down. He raised his hips as Liz pulled his slacks and boxers down and off. He sat there naked, his penis pointing to the ceiling, as Liz wiggled back to her feet. Liz licked her lips as she unfastened the front hook to her bra. She turned away from his gaze and let the bra straps slide off her shoulders and down her back. Liz turned to face Trevor, playing with her breasts. She could feel the heat and moisture in her pussy from her teasing of Trevor.

Liz played one hand across the front of her panties, rubbing the gusset before she eased them down until her bush peeked out above the red lace that topped them. She turned around and bent over, Trevor watched her slide the panties down and uncover her ass. Liz kept her ass moving, bumping and grinding, the panties slowly working their way down her legs to the floor. Wearing only the fishnet stockings and slippers Liz danced her way around Trevor, finally stopping in front of him.

"Do you want to fuck me?"

"Yes please." Trevor croaked out, "God you're so hot."

"What do I get for letting you fuck me?"

"Anything, please. There's almost three hundred in my wallet."

"I'm not a whore." Liz replied harshly, "I don't want your money." then more sweetly, "So what else can you offer?"

"Anything, just tell me what you want." Trevor begged.

"Will you get on the floor and bark like a dog?"

"Yes"

"Will you be my little slave boy?" she asked, rubbing her naked legs against his.

"Yes. Yes, please let me be your slave." Trevor implored, "Please Liz let me worship your body."

"If you're going to be my slave that should be Mistress." Liz replied with a smile and a gleam in her eye.

"Please Mistress, I'll do anything for you."

"Come with me." Liz said.

Grabbing his cock with her hand she led him into the bedroom and sat facing him on the bed.

"Kneel slave." Trevor dropped to his knees, "Remove my slippers and stockings."

Trevor, hands still tied behind his back sat and thought for a moment, then used his mouth to remove her left ballet slipper. As he turned his head to remove the right one, Liz admonished him for not kissing her foot.

"I want you to kiss my feet and legs as you remove each item."

"Yes Mistress." Trevor replied, kissing her foot several times.

Trevor kissed her right ankle then pulled off the slipper. Planting kisses on her heel, the sole of her foot and one on each of her toes as he finished removing the slipper. Liz felt his cock sliding against her shin as he kissed his way up her leg to the top of the stocking. She heard Trevor suck in a deep breath as he reached the top of her stocking. Liz could smell her own scent, four hours of dancing and then teasing Trevor had served to produce a strong musky fragrance. He kissed his way down the outside of her thigh, then back up and over to the inside. Liz spread her legs to give him access, she placed her hand on his head to stop him when he tried to kiss his way higher. Trevor took his time getting a grip on the top elastic of her stocking. Using his lips and teeth he slid the fishnet down her leg, stopping every couple of inches for a kiss. The stocking bunched up around her knee and Trevor had to pull the excess material down her calf. He finished removing the stocking, he then kissed each of her toes delicately before kissing his way back up her naked thigh. Liz laid back on the bed when Trevor gripped the top of her other stocking in his mouth and started removing it. Trevor removed the right stocking then alternated legs as he kissed his way back up her body.

She moaned as his lips caressed the outside of her pussy, the tip of his tongue barely extended. Liz whispered words of encouragement as Trevor sucked her clit into his mouth. With whispers and moans from Liz, he kissed and licked his way from her clit, down her labia to her vulva. Liz moaned with ecstacy as she felt his tongue enter her. She kept up her instructions, finding that Trevor was a fast learner. She soon found herself gripping the bedspread with both hands as her passion built. Liz screamed, Trevor pulled back a look of panic in his eyes.

"DON'T STOP." Liz yelled, letting go of the bedspread to pull Trevor's face back into her spasming pussy. "Lick me. Harder. Lick me harder."

She could feel Trevor's tongue return to lick her tentatively. Holding his head, she ground herself into his face. She shuddered explosively then relaxed, letting go of his hair and collapsing back on the bed.

"Are you ok?" Trevor asked.

"Yes I'm ok." Liz replied, "Haven't you ever made a woman orgasm before?"

"Uh, not like this." he replied, "I've only done it with Doris Wycoff and she just laid there like a sack."

Liz lifted herself up by her elbows to look at Trevor still kneeling before her. His face covered with her juices, his tongue darting out to lick his lips.

"Well you did very good." she said, smiling at him, "However you forgot about calling me Mistress. That means I have to punish you before I let you cum.

"Puh-punish me." he stammered.

"That's right. If you forget to call me Mistress you get punished." she replied, "Now beg me to punish you for forgetting to call me Mistress."

"Please Mistress don't punish me. I'm sorry I forgot to call you Mistress." Trevor begged.

"No deal slaveboy." Liz sat fully upright, "I've had enough of men that think they can use me as a fuck toy. I'm in charge now and I make the rules. If you don't want to follow them then I guess you are just like every other man and you can go."

Liz let that sink in for a few seconds, "So what's it going to be? Shall I untie you and send you on your unfulfilled way? Or are you going to beg for my punishment?"

"Please Mistress, punish me." he finally said.

"Slaveboy you can do better than that." Liz said, "Beg like you mean it, tell me why you need to be punished."

"Yes Mistress. I'm sorry Mistress." Trevor groveled, kissing her thigh, "Please punish me for forgetting to call you Mistress."

Liz smiled to herself as he kissed her thighs once again.

"Ok slaveboy, climb onto my lap and I'll give you a good hard spanking." she said, patting her lap, "Would you like that?"

"Yes Mistress, please spank me for being bad."

Trevor walked on his knees to her side, then tried to lift himself onto her legs. Liz could tell that this wasn't going to work and slid back on the bed until her knees rested against the edge. She reached down to help him up and sat him on the bed. At that point Trevor was able to lay over and rest his body on her lap.

"Come on, scoot up." Liz instructed, pulling on his hips to get his ass in the right position.

She could feel his erection against her thigh and hoped he wouldn't blow his wad before she could get him inside her. Liz spent time squeezing and fondling his ass before spanking it. Ten swats on each asscheek brought out a nice red hue.

"Have you had enough slaveboy?" she asked.

"Yes Mistress."

"Then thank me properly for punishing you or I'll have to start over."

"Yes Mistress. Thank you Mistress for punishing me."

Liz untied his arms then ordered him lay face up on the bed. She straddled his chest, rubbing her wet pussy on his stomach as she tied his wrists to the headboard. She slid back on the bed, reaching back to guide his cock into her pussy.

"If you cum before I do I'll punish you again." Liz warned him.

She rocked herself slowly, squeezing his cock with her muscles, eyes closed enjoying the sensation. Trevor's oral ministrations had served it's purpose, Liz found herself building toward another orgasm as she humped her new slave's cock. She raked her fingernails across his chest as he started to hump her back. Trevor was grimacing, fighting to keep from cumming. Liz felt the first spasm in her pussy. She leaned forward, placing her hands on his shoulders for leverage as she bounced on his cock.

"Cum for me." Liz screamed as her orgasm took hold.

Trevor groaned loudly, his ass lifting off the bed as their bodies slammed together. She relaxed as his semen pumped into her, collapsing onto Trevor's body. Liz savored the euphoria of a good fuck as she laid beside Trevor. She noticed the last red tinge from the setting sun fading in the window as she closed her eyes.

Chapter Four

Trevor nudged her awake with his knee, "Liz wake up."

She rolled over and snuggled next to him, "Whaa?" she mumbled.

"Can you untie me?" he asked, "I have to go to the bathroom."

Liz opened one eye to look at him, a pleasant smile on her lips. She reached up to pull the scarf loose from the headboard. Trevor rolled out of the bed, pausing to pull a light blanket over her still form.

It was getting light the next time Liz woke, her full bladder demanding relief. Trevor snored softly as Liz crawled out of bed. The bedside clock said six twenty-two as she made her way to the bathroom.

"Wake up sleepyhead." Liz cooed in Trevor's ear.

A look of fear and disorientation flickered across his face, followed by a smile when he realized that last night wasn't a dream.

"Good morning." he replied, "Um, Mistress."

"You remembered that you're my slaveboy?" Liz said, reaching out to stroke his cock.

"Yes Mistress. Are you going to punish me?"

"Whatever for. Did you take advantage of me while I slept?"

"No Mistress." Trevor replied, "Last night when I asked to be untied I forgot to call you Mistress."

"Do we have time?" she asked.

Trevor glanced at the clock, "Sure Mistress. I don't have to be at the bank until eight-thirty and my apartment is only a few blocks from there."

"Then get your ass out of bed and beg my forgiveness."

Trevor almost flew out of the bed to grovel at his Mistress' feet. He kissed her little toe, "Please Mistress forgive me." he begged. Kissing each toe in order he worked his way across her feet, begging forgiveness after each kiss.

"Up." Liz said, patting her lap.

Trevor climbed onto her lap, settling himself gently on her legs. Liz wasn't really in the mood to punish Trevor, she would much rather have him service her pussy again. She gave him ten light slaps on the ass before pushing him off.

"Eat me slave." she said, spreading her legs.

Trevor kneeled between her legs and kissed his way up to her pussy. Liz was able to lay back and enjoy his efforts this time. He remembered his lessons from last night using his mouth and tongue to bring Liz pleasure. Liz decided that she could get used to this, having a man around that was willing to fulfill her needs. Trevor made soft slurping noises as Liz became more aroused, sucking up her juices. He slowly inserted one finger into her pussy, pumping it as he nibbled on her clit and labia. She squeezed her legs together locking his head in place as her excitement built. Liz had a small gentle orgasm, Trevor slowing his pace as she relaxed. Liz breathing deeply instructed Trevor to fuck her. His cock felt bigger that it had the night before, penetrating her body. The full warm feel of his cock sliding in and out of her body brought Liz to a second gentle climax. He kept his rhythm steady working her to a higher plane of passion, Trevor came as she screamed the joy of her third cum of the morning.

"My goodness I've never had a guy give me three orgasms in a row." Liz said.

Trevor leaned down to kiss her breasts, "I'm glad I could be of service Mistress. Before last night I don't think I ever gave a woman an orgasm."

"Would you like to come back and be my slave for the weekend?"

"Yes Mistress. I'll have to disappoint my father by cancelling on a golf game, but I'm sure he'll find someone to make up the foursome."

"What would Daddy say if he knew you were cancelling so you could be the slave of an exotic dancer?" Liz asked as she pulled him up and led him into the bathroom.

"He would freak." Trevor replied, "Imagine the bank president's son willingly being the slave to a woman." he turned on the shower, "Mistress my I wash your body?"

Liz smiled and handed him the soap as she stepped into the shower. Trevor washed her skin, paying particular attention to her large breasts and full ass. Liz kneeled to give him easy access to wash her long blond hair. She was tempted to take his stiff cock into her mouth but decided that a Mistress would save that for a special occasion.

After Trevor dried her hair, Liz taught him how she liked her hair braided. They talked like old friends while getting dressed, Liz agreed to join him for lunch. As Trevor fixed scrambled eggs and toast for breakfast, she would be working a double shift at the KittyKat as was usual for a Friday night. Trevor said he would come by at eleven to pick her up. Liz gave him a huge kiss in the doorway of the apartment building and they split up, Trevor heading home to change for work, Liz heading off to her morning workout and karate practice.

Chapter Five

Liz paused to let an ambulance, siren wailing, go by before she crossed the street. The blood drained from her face as turned the corner onto Fourth Street and saw all the cop cars and a fire truck in front of the bank. Her blood ran cold as she recalled a similar scene from five years ago. Her father, a bank guard, had been killed during a hold up attempt. Nervously she made her way through the small crowd that had gathered around the police crime scene tape. She asked one of the police officers if she could see Trevor, explaining that she had a lunch date with him. The officer went over and talked to a more senior cop who disappeared inside the building. Shortly a balding man in civilian clothes came out and approached her.

"Miss Beachum? I'm Detective Collins." he said.

"Is Trevor all right?" Liz asked, her voice shaking.

"Yes Ma'am." he replied. "Mr. Powell is currently tied up with this mess and 'begs forgiveness', his words, for not being able to take you to lunch. He says he'll see you tonight."

Liz thanked the Detective and made her way home. She had lunch on her sofa, watching the noon news on TV. Information was minimal only that three armed men had held up the First National Bank, escaping with an unknown amount of money. The report informed her that the bank's manager had a heart attack during the hold up but was expected to live. Relieved that Trevor was ok she cleaned up her lunch dishes and headed for the park to take some pictures before going to work.

Friday at the KittyKat Club was always a busy time, tonight being the end of the month made for even more men out to spend their paychecks. Trevor showed up earlier than Liz expected, he immediately asked Liz for a private show. Alone in the private room he kissed her passionately before giving her the details of his day. Liz danced for him as he told the story of how the robbers had taken over the bank at gunpoint, forcing the tellers to empty their drawers. Liz could see him visibly relax as he told the story. After the private show she introduced him to the owner Paul, leaving him to relax with her boss.

Connie walked past Liz on her way off stage, waving several large bills for her to see, "Good crowd tonight sweety." she said in passing. Coming on stage for her nine o'clock show she noticed that the sailors from last night had returned, being their usual boisterous and rude selves. Trevor had to settle for an end spot at the stage rail, she danced slowly around the small stage giving everyone a taste of treats to come. As she passed the four sailors one called out to her saying he had a bonus for her if she showed pink. Her experience from last night was that they were cheapies and didn't take him seriously. She pranced around the stage teasing the men with her body for the first song. As the second song started Trevor pulled out a bill and Liz danced over to him, sliding her top off and shaking her tits just inches from his face.

"Hey Bitch get that ass over here." the ugliest of the sailors called out to her.

Liz was about to ignore him when she noticed the bill he was holding up. Taking the ten from his hand she turned her back and squatted down shaking her shapely ass for his enjoyment. The man to his left yelled out for her to pull her panties off and give them a look at her sweet ass. Liz looked over her shoulder at him then plucked the twenty from his hand. She pulled her panties part way down then stood with her spread legs holding them up just covering her pussy. Spreading her asscheeks with her hands. Dancing away from them she let the panties hit the floor. Liz realized that her second song wasn't even half over and she was naked. Dancing her way around the stage she collected tips from the men. Trevor presented her with another ten as the third song finally started, she gave him a wink before moving on.

"Pink, pink. We want pink." the sailors started chanting as Liz neared them.

Two held up twenties for her to see. Taking the first bill Liz squatted before him and used her left hand to spread her pussy open for their gaze. Men from all over the lounge rushed over to watch the show, crowding close up behind the men. She snatched the other twenty as she turned around, kneeling she spread her legs almost in a split and let her fingers tease her labia open once more.

"Oh yeah whore, show us that nasty cunt." the ugly one said.

Liz was used to the verbal abuse from some of the men who came to the club. When the fleet was in every other word she heard was fuck, bitch or cunt. Yet she gyrated for them just the same, pretending now that it was Trevor she danced for.

"God damn I'd like to fuck you, Bitch." the scrawny one said in his squeaky voice as she slid her legs together.

"Come on Bitch show us some more." one cried as Liz slid out of their reach.

Liz noticed that Trevor had left the rail when she turned to make her way back down the line. Was he mad at her for giving the sailors what they wanted? He knew what she did and hoped he wasn't jealous of them. As the set ended several men tossed additional tips onto the stage. Liz caught sight of Trevor on his cellphone as she made her way off stage. She took her time in the dressing room before heading back out front, Paul was always patient when a girl showed pink and didn't pressure them to come back out right away.

Bruce and the scrawny sailor met her as she came out front. He wanted a private show and was willing to pay extra for some additional pink. Liz agreed to the dance only if one of the bouncers stayed right outside the room.

"Not that I don't trust you to keep your hands to yourself." she informed him, "It's just that I don't trust you."

"Ouch, that hurts." he replied, "I'm a nice guy once you get to know me."

So Liz danced for him, he kept his hands on a big roll of bills. Peeling one off every half minute or so to keep Liz's pussy spread for his enjoyment. He also kept up a steady monolog, calling Liz every dirty word she knew and a few she didn't recognize. As the dance ended and Liz was picking up her clothes the man reached out and grabbed her ass, pushing her up against the wall. Her scream brought Bruce in instantly. She saw her attacker flying against the far wall before Bruce's bulk blocked her view.

"I'll have to ask you to leave now friend." Bruce told him in his ever pleasant voice. Liz had noticed that on several occasions the more polite Bruce was the more dangerous he was.

Liz slipped on her outfit and followed Bruce and the sailor out. Other bouncers immediately made their way toward the three other sailors as Bruce physically carried his charge to the door. Looking around she found Trevor had rejoined Paul at his table, it took her a moment to realize that they had been joined by the Detective from the bank. As she made her way over she swore that the Detective turned to talk into his coat's lapel.

"Hello Detective, what brings you here tonight?" Liz asked.

"Your new friends are the men who robbed the bank this morning." Trevor announced.

Liz felt her knees giving way as she slid into the booth. Trevor placed his arm around her and pulled her shaking body close. The other three men were on the far side of the lounge, being escorted out by Rick and Dave. Four men got up to leave as they passed.

"Are you sure?" she was finally able to ask.

"Yeah, they didn't even change clothes and the loud mouthed one you gave the private show to has a very distinctive voice." Collins replied.

Paul slid his drink in front of her, she needed both hands to bring the cool liquid to her lips. "Oh my God." kept running through her mind. She was looking between Trevor and Detective Collins sitting there so calmly when the Detective pressed his finger to his ear.

Collins turned his head slightly, "Copy four in custody. Code four." he then turned to Liz, "Thank you for occupying the first one while our team got in place."

"You're welcome." Liz replied out of politeness.

"Paul we'll need to check all the larger denomination bills your staff collected tonight." Collins said, "Liz may I see the bills that you've collected as tips?"

Paul spoke for both of them, "Liz, honey why don't you show Detective Collins to the back room and help him with the tip jars. I'll get the other girls to take your other sets for the night."

"Sure Paul, I'm not sure I'd have been able to dance anyway." she replied, "Detective, this way. Trevor will you wait for me?"

"Of course, Paul and I were discussing our favorite restaurants."

Detective Collins unabashedly watched Liz change out of her dancer's outfit into street clothes. He pulled out a list of sequential serial numbers for the money stolen. Not surprisingly most all the tip money that Liz and the other dancers had received from the sailors was stolen from the bank. A few used bills were suspect but without serial numbers Collins was unable to seize those bills. Detective Collins wrote out receipts for all the money he confiscated, telling the girls that at least this way they could write it off on their income tax.

Chapter Six

Liz didn't protest when Trevor indicated that he was taking her to his apartment for dinner. After the day they had both experienced she wasn't in the mood to play dominance games. Trevor let her into his spacious apartment then removed her shoes and socks kissing her bare feet. She finally ended the foot worship, telling him that she was hungry and he had promised dinner. Liz was surprised when she saw that the dinner table was set for one, Trevor informed his Mistress that dinner would be ready shortly. He poured her a glass of wine then disappeared into the kitchen. Liz sat at the table sipping the wine and enjoying the soft classical music playing. When Trevor reappeared, he was wearing nothing but a tuxedo's cummerbund and bow tie. Liz stifled a laugh at the scene.

"Mistress, I hope you like ranch dressing?" he said, setting the salad down in front of her.

"Of course Trevor." Liz responded, "You look nice dressed that way. I approve."

"Thank you Mistress. I'll be in the kitchen, please ring the bell if you need anything." he indicated a small silver bell sitting next to her water glass.

Liz ate her salad alone, she wished Trevor had stayed with her. Smells of garlic and tomato sauce came wafting into the diningroom as she finished the salad. She had barely set the fork down when Trevor reappeared to refill her wine and whisk the salad plate away. He was soon back bringing with him a plate of lasagna and green beans. Liz commented that the lasagna was good, Trevor explained that he couldn't really cook and it was from the local deli.

"Aren't you going to eat?" she asked, when he stood beside her chair.

"I'll eat when your finished Mistress."

She sat the fork down and looked at him, "No, I want you to get your dinner and join me at the table."

"Yes Mistress." he replied sullenly.

He returned from the kitchen with his own plate of food, sitting next to Liz.

"You're getting into this slave thing aren't you?"

"Yes Mistress. I feel comfortable when I'm your slave."

"Do you know how to give a massage?"

"No Mistress." he replied.

"You can't cook and you don't know how to give massages. So what good are you?" she teased.

Trevor took the question seriously, "None I guess Mistress." he replied looking down at his plate.

"I was joking Trevor." she tilted his chin up to look in his eyes, "You're very good at making me happy. You know that don't you?"

"I guess so Mistress."

"After dinner I'll let you pleasure me. Then tomorrow we can go shopping for scented oils and I can teach you how to give a proper massage." Liz said sweetly.

"Yes Mistress, that sounds like fun." Trevor replied softly.

After Liz finished her dinner, Trevor cleared the table and disappeared into the kitchen. When he returned he was carrying a dish of ice cream and a cup of coffee.

"Mistress would you come with me, please." he said.

Liz followed him into the den, where candles were lit around a snow white bearskin rug. Liz sat on the rug with Trevor kneeling by her side. Scooping up a bite of ice cream he fed his mistress her desert. As they neared the last of the ice cream, Liz took the dish from Trevor.

"Time for your desert now." she whispered.

Liz set the dish down long enough to slip her blouse off, freeing her breasts. She dipped her finger into the dish and ran a circle of melted ice cream around each nipple. Trevor needed no instructions for what Liz wanted him to do. He leaned forward and licked the cream from her tits, sucking each one into his mouth. He gently laid her down onto the rug before picking up the dish himself. Using the spoon he drizzled melted ice cream over Liz's tits and belly. She giggled when his tongue tickled her tummy as he licked the cold moisture from her body. She moaned when his tongue once more swirled around her nipple.

"Oh yes." she giggled as Trevor sucked the liquid out of her belly button.

Liz gripped his hair and pushed him down her body. Trevor used his teeth to pull the snap on her jeans loose, then switched to his hand to get the zipper down. Liz lifted her ass as he slid her jeans off her legs. Ice cream forgotten he kissed his way back up her legs to her panty covered pussy. Kissing the silky material all over he gripped the waistband with his teeth and started to pull the garment off. Frustrated when the material kept slipping, Trevor grabbed the panties and practically ripped them from her legs. A frightened look crossed his face when her legs slipped free of the legbands and Liz's butt hit the rug with an audible thud.

"Ooh, you're going to pay for that slaveboy." Liz said, with a wicked smile on her face and a gleam in her eye.

Trevor looked at his mistress and recognized the look, "Would you like me to pleasure you before my punishment?" he asked, "Or do you want to spank me first?"

"Pleasure me." Liz replied, spreading her legs, "I can always punish you later."

Trevor kissed her pussy once before replying.

"I can always pleasure you later as well, Mistress." with his own gleam in his eye.

Liz would have no impertinence from Trevor and pushed his mouth back down to her pussy. He slowly licked her from asshole to clit and back down again before delving his tongue into her wet opening. Liz giggled and moaned at the same time, for Trevor took the opportunity to lightly tickle her side as his tongue entered her. Liz drew in a deep breath and exhaled slowly, relaxing her body as Trevor worked his magic with his mouth. A barely audible "Fuck me, take me now." issued from her lips.

Almost reluctantly Trevor pulled his face away from her pussy, planting kisses on her body as he crawled up into position. A relaxed smile played across her face as he entered her. Trevor eased his cock into her moist depths, holding himself above her with his arms. As he began his rhythmic thrusts he lowered himself to the soft curves of her body. Together they moved, each one enjoying the touch of the other as the sweat pooled between their bodies. Trevor kissed Liz on the forehead and she lifted her mouth to nibble at his neck.

Liz let out a small whine as her pussy contracted around Trevor's cock. He could feel the pulsing flesh tighten and relax as Liz climaxed. His own climax followed shortly, his hip pressed against Liz. Trevor relaxed his muscles and collapsed, rolling off Liz as he did so. Liz rolled with him to snuggle her head on his shoulder, her hair tickling his nose. Trevor pulled the edge of the rug over their cooling bodies as Liz faded to sleep.

Chapter Seven

Liz woke Saturday morning stiff and sore. The bearskin rug might be good for a romantic fuck, but it was hell to sleep on. Disengaging herself from Trevor she stretched on her way to the bathroom. She splashed water on her face after her morning absolutions and headed to the kitchen in search of coffee. She flicked the light on and just as quickly flicked it off. All the white tile and chrome painful to the eyes this early in the morning. With just the light from the hallway she searched the cabinets for the components necessary for coffee. Trevor had a lot to learn, she found preground store brand coffee in the refrigerator and a moldy paper filter in the drip machine basket. As the coffee brewed (could you really call it coffee?), Liz set about cleaning up the dinner dishes. She didn't even bother to sniff the milk, pouring it down the drain as soon as she saw the expiration date on the carton.

A cup of the vile caffeine laced liquid in hand she returned to the den. Trevor had rolled over after she had gotten up and his morning wood was sticking straight up. Liz sat on the sofa watching him sleep as she drank her coffee. His eyes fluttered and opened, a look of pain crossing his face. Trevor stretched and looked over at Liz sitting on the sofa.

"How long have you been sitting there watching me?" he asked smiling.

"Only a few minutes. You looked so peaceful sleeping like that, it was cute." she replied.

"Next time remind me to carry you to the bed afterwards. This rug is not made for sleeping." he said, sitting up and working the kinks out. "Do I smell coffee?"

"If that's what you want to call this." Liz replied, holding the cup out for him.

Trevor took one sip and made a face, "And you teased me about not being able to cook. You can't even make coffee."

"Hold on one second there Mister." she replied indignantly, "You have store brand coffee and a filthy moldy coffee maker and you're blaming me." she let out a huff, "I was going to give you a nice little blowjob to get the morning started. Now I think I'll just let you bath me, then take me to breakfast."

"I'm sorry Mistress, I didn't mean to insult you." he replied, crawling over to kiss her knees.

"Apology accepted for now." she said.

Liz let her legs spread as he kissed his way up her thighs. She loved the feel of his lips and tongue on her body. Never before had a boyfriend been so eager to use his mouth for her pleasure. Humph, never before had a boyfriend been so eager to please her, period. Trevor blew a soft breath onto her moist pussy, chilling her and sending goose bumps up her body. His tongue traced along her slit, flicking lightly over her clit when he reached the apex of her sex. He placed wet slurpy kisses on her pussy working his way back down to the entrance of her womanhood. Having learned what gave Liz the most pleasure, he lapped at her labia, slowly working his tongue deeper into her body. Trevor let his hand slide up to tease her clit as his tongue dove repeatedly into her vulva. Liz let out a moan and shivered, holding Trevor's face to her as she orgasmed.

Trevor brought his face away from her pussy after dutifully licking up the excess moisture. Liz pulled him up to her face and gave him a long kiss, loving the taste of her own juices on his tongue. Trevor started to guide his cock to her pussy, but she pushed him away. A look of disappointment crossed his face until Liz slipped off the sofa to kneel before him. He almost protested that his Mistress should not be kneeling on the floor. That thought passed quickly as Liz took the tip of his turgid member into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around the head, working his cock deeper into her mouth. Lowering her head she felt his cock hit the back of her throat. Bobbing her head on the shaft she brought one hand to his testicles, playing with his nuts as she sucked. When Trevor began pumping his hips she grabbed his pillar with her free hand to control his thrusts. Not wanting it to end too soon, Liz let him slip from her mouth, kissing the underside and continuing to play with his balls.

"Please Liz, suck it some more." he begged.

"Please who, slave?" Liz replied, giving his nuts a playful squeeze.

"I'm sorry Mistress. Do with me as you wish."

Liz lowered her mouth back to his cock, teasing the head with her lips. Trevor had never stopped moving his hips and Liz allowed him to fuck the tip in and out of her mouth. She felt his dick spasm and lowered her head all the way down as his cum hit the back of her throat. Liz swallowed the fluid and sucked the remaining liquid from his cock.

Liz crawled back onto the sofa, pressing her mouth to Trevor's in a passionate kiss. Liz lowered her head to his shoulder after breaking the kiss.

"Shower first or shall we go get breakfast?" he asked.

"A quick shower first, I think." she replied, "Then we can go shopping and you can buy some decent food. Lord knows you have enough kitchen gear to open a restaurant."

Trevor chuckled, "Yeah, if only I knew how to use half of it."

Liz looked at him, shaking her head, "God I don't have a third of what you have and I can fix a five course meal no sweat. I guess lessons in cooking and giving massages is on the agenda for today."

Picking up her clothes Liz headed for the large shower in the Master Bathroom. Trevor followed, depositing his cummerbund and tie on the dresser before joining Liz in the shower. Liz was careful not to get her hair wet and keep Trevor on track for breakfast. Her stomach growling loud enough to be heard over the sound of the shower.

Chapter Eight

Hand in hand they walked into Bob's Diner. The place was nearly empty this early on Saturday morning and they chose the same booth they had eaten in on Thursday. Their waitress, Suzie something or other was entirely too chipper for this early. Especially without having had any decent coffee. Suzie soon remedied that, leaving two steaming cups of the hot black elixir before them. Trevor watched the woman walk away with a smile on his lips.

"You know I used to come in here just to see Suzie in her short skirts." he said, looking at Liz, "Now she just doesn't do anything for me."

"Come on Trevor we've been together not even two whole days. Don't start thinking this is forever yet."

"Why? I've never been happier than when I'm with you." he replied, "Even when you punish me I'm satisfied."

"Have you ever had a real relationship with anyone?" Liz asked.

"Doris Wycoff. She was in my Freshman English Lit class at the university. We started dating and things soon progressed to sex. It was nothing like what you've put me through the last two days." he said, "Anyway I thought it was love. I found out that she was sleeping with a couple of football players and when I confronted her she laughed and called me a silly boy. She then went on to explain that my only function was to tutor her and sex was payment." Trevor looked down for a couple of seconds before continuing, "I haven't been with anyone else since. That was two years ago and much to my father's dismay I dropped out of school soon after that."

"But you're working at his bank?" she asked, "He at least gave you a job."

"Oh yeah. It's a good job too. I've never had any problems with math, someday I may actually get promoted to Branch Manager, but that's as far as I'll go." he explained, "I went back to school last year and only have three more classes at the local Community College for my Associates Degree. I should be able to pass my CPA within the next year or so and then I can make some real money on my own. So what are you going to teach me first? Cooking or massage."

"Oooh I could use a nice massage." Suzie said, bringing their breakfasts and more coffee.

"I'll let you know when he's ready to practice on someone else." Liz said, "He should be ready in, oh, say about ten years."

"Sorry, he just looks so strong and yet tender I couldn't help myself." Suzie replied, "Is there anything else I can get you?"

"Some Blackberry jam would be nice." Trevor said.

"Sure thing. I'll be right back." Suzie replied, Liz missed the wink she gave Trevor.

They spent the rest of breakfast talking about favorite foods and how to get the best of the crop.

"I may not be wealthy but I like good food and you have to buy quality food to get good food." Liz explained to Trevor once they arrived at the grocery store.

Liz loaded the cart up with staples, sugar, salt, flour and a variety of spices. When he picked up a can of store brand coffee she reminded him of the vile liquid from the morning.

"But I always buy this brand. It's what my mom buys."

"Well Sweetheart your mom buys crap." Liz said, kissing him quickly, "Let me do the shopping, you just take notes. Ok?"

"Yeah sure." Trevor said, obviously not happy about the 'mom buys crap' comment.

"What about meat and vegetables?" he asked as Liz headed for the checkout.

"There's a good meat market down the block, they know me. The Farmer's Market is open and will have much better vegi's than these." Liz explained.

"Ok, so what about coffee?"

"Jeff at the Farmer's Market does fresh roasted coffee. As well as Helen and her breads, you really need to get out more." Liz replied with a smile.

Trevor was confused by the sights and smells of the Farmer's Market. Jeff set them up with a half pound of his finest French Roast, giving them a small sample that tasted heavenly. Fresh Bread, so crunchy on the outside and the taste beyond anything he had ever experienced. Even the most expensive bakery couldn't compare. Liz loaded Trevor down with a selection of fruits and vegi's, bread, cheese, coffee and a large bouquet of fresh flowers. She also picked up some scented oil, a surprise for her lover. Trevor loaded the goods into the Hummer and followed Liz's directions to the meat market. There she introduced him to Pete the butcher, who helped them pick out some veal for tonight's dinner and a few slices of Parma Ham for their lunch. Liz just smiled when Trevor asked if that would be enough ham for lunch, he had declined tasting it. Liz had Trevor stop at her apartment so she could pack a couple of changes of clothes then they headed back to his place.

Trevor was sure he had died and gone to heaven. Lunch consisted of bread, some cheese, a selection of melons and delicate slices of Parma. All this washed down with a bottle of Australian Zinfandel that Liz found in the fridge. After lunch Liz instructed him to clean the kitchen and then come into the livingroom. Trevor quickly washed the dishes and cleaned the counter off.

Chapter Nine

Liz was sitting naked on a sheet she had spread on the floor, a soft melody coming from the stereo. With a sexy smile on her face, she instructed Trevor to strip then laid him down on the sheet. Taking a drizzle of perfumed oil in the palm of her hand she instructed Trevor to relax. Starting at his toes she sensuously massaged his body, working her way up each leg, kneading the muscles. Trevor tensed the first time Liz rubbed her finger over his anus. She worked the oil into the large muscles, her thumbs tracing the crack of his ass. Pulling a corner of the sheet over his lower half, Liz could see the contented smile on his lips as she straddled his butt and began working her way to his shoulders. Trevor giggled softly when Liz traced her fingers along side his abdomen, quieting down when she moved back to his spine. She had to climb off his butt to work his hands and arms, starting with the fingers.

"Let's get you rolled over." she whispered softly, when she had completed working both arms up to the shoulders.

Reluctantly Trevor moved to roll over onto his back. Liz was tempted to impale herself on his cock immediately, as the stiff member was sticking straight up. Starting down at the feet again she progressed up his legs, working the tension out of his thighs. Her hands teased around the base of his cock, then she tenderly rubbed the oil into his scrotum. Trevor lifted his hips and moaned as she played with his tender nuts. Teasingly she let her hands tickle the side of his stomach, causing him to giggle again. Liz drizzled the cold oil straight from the bottle onto his dick, getting a gasp from Trevor.

Her hand slid over the raging member, before she once more straddled his waist. Slowly she lowered herself onto his shaft, letting the warm folds of her pussy engulf him. He moaned as she let her full weight settle on his hips. Gently rocking back and forth she worked Trevor to a state of bliss.

"Trevor do you like this?" she asked.

"Yes Mistress." was his immediate reply.

"If you expect to keep me around there are some ground rules I expect you to follow." she said.

"Anything Mistress."

"Don't be so quick to answer until you here what they are." she said.

Trevor opened his eyes to give her a look of confusion.

"Rule number one. You will not buy anymore gadgets or toys for your house without my approval." she said, Trevor's confused look didn't leave his face so she explained, "You have a whole house full of things you don't even know how to use. In the kitchen there's a bread machine and espresso maker that haven't even been opened. How much did they cost?"

"I'm going to learn to make bread and espresso. Someday. Really." Trevor stammered out an explanation.

"That's not what I asked is it?"

"They were a couple of hundred each. That's all not much."

Liz got a predatory look on her face. Leaning forward, letting Trevor's cock slide from her pussy. "That almost pays for my apartment's rent each month. Think about that. Look around your apartment and tell me how much of this crap you really need and use."

Liz took Trevor's hand and stood up. Pulling the unresisting man with her. She led him on a tour of the apartment, starting in the livingroom. A game cube with several games still in it's original box was the first thing she found. Then a stereo surround system, wires dangling from the speakers.

As expected Trevor couldn't tell her how to use most of the gadgets in the kitchen. Including not one, not two, but three of the George Foreman Grills.

"My goodness, you have a garage sale addict's wet dream here." she said. Looking at all the pots, pans and utensil stacked in the cupboards and drawers. "What the fuck is this?" she asked. Pointing to a small oblong box shoved in a corner.

"Um, it's a pizza dough maker. I'm going to learn to make homemade pizza."

"Shit. You have a bread machine that has a pizza dough setting and a upright mixer that will do the same thing." shaking her head in dismay, "All of it unused."

"Please Liz, I didn't know I was being so stupid." Trevor said, watching Liz as she walked from the room.

Trevor stood in the middle of the kitchen, unsure if he should follow Liz or not. He had no idea what had gotten her so angry. It wasn't like he had been with her when he had bought all this crap. "Fuck!" he said to himself, "Please don't let her stay angry at me."

Trevor stood in the doorway of the bedroom watching Liz as she finished attaching silk ties to the bedposts. On the night stand were his credit cards and a pair of scissors. She turned to face him, sitting on the edge and pointed to the floor at the side of the bed. He immediately went over and kneeled at her feet.

"Please Mistress don't be angry at me. I didn't even know you when I bought all that stuff."

"How much do you owe on these credit cards?" she asked.

"I'm not sure. Thousands on a couple. The Gold Card I use only for Bank purchases. I keep paying the minimum and they keep raising my limit on the others."

"Yet you have money in your wallet all the time?" she asked.

"I'm not broke or anything. I just buy whatever I happen to want at the time." he explained.

"You agree then that you can't control your own spending?"

"Yes Mistress."

Picking up the Gold Card and his ATM card from the pile, Liz slid the others and the scissors off the night stand onto the floor.

"Which one has the lowest balance and why?"

"My Country Club Visa." he said, picking it up and placing it in Liz's waiting hand. "I think because it's not a gold or platinum card. There just isn't any prestige' in using it."

"Ok, cut the rest of them up."

"But. But, what if I need to buy something?" he asked, not willing to even touch the scissors.

"I will have your ATM and the credit card for safe keeping. If it's a true emergency I doubt your dad will be upset at using the Bank's card. If it's not an emergency then you can ask my permission first. I won't be allowing you to buy anything but food and toiletries for quite some time though."

"Can't you just keep them with the others?" he asked.

"No. You have to destroy them. I expect you to pay them off as quickly as possible then cancel them." she replied, "You must learn that money is not the key to happiness and if you can fall back on easy spending you won't take the lessons to heart."

Trevor sat at his Mistress' feet, trembling like a drunk. The desire to please Liz fighting with the need to have his credit cards.

"Shall I leave? I will not have a boyfriend that can't control himself." Liz finally asked.

"Please Liz. Don't make me do this. I promise I won't spend anything without your ok." Trevor begged.

Liz climbed off the bed and walked silently out of the room. Trevor continued to kneel on the floor staring at the credit cards, knowing that he was about to lose Liz if he didn't do as she demanded. A tear rolled down his face, how many times had he helped a client learn to control their spending? In three days he had found someone that he desired so much, yet he was unwilling to do what he had advised others to do for themselves. Liz walked back into the room fully clothed.

"You know where to find me if you change your mind." she said softly, then left Trevor crying on the floor.

Chapter Ten

Trevor was at the bar when Liz came on stage for her final set. She had cried herself out on the walk home and hoped he wouldn't cause a scene. As her second song was finishing he made his way to the rail. Liz pointedly ignored the twenty in his hand, dancing past with nary a look. She spent most of the third song dancing for a group of men, probably a bachelor party, on the far side. Trevor got up to leave as the song ended. Sitting on the stage where he had been sitting was a small pile of shredded plastic from the credit cards.

Liz continued to watch Trevor as she finished her shift. He sat at the far side of the bar and made no attempt to approach her. She gave him a small smile at one point and then had to return to her duties of serving drinks to the larger than normal Saturday night crowd. With a final pass through amongst the tables she finally handed her tray off to Pam and headed for the dressing room.

"Liz are you gonna need a ride home tonight?" Dave asked, "You and Loverboy seem to be having an issue."

"I don't know yet Dave. I need to talk to Trevor and see if he is going to be reasonable." she replied, pulling on a pair of denim shorts and a tank top.

She walked up to Trevor at the bar and placed her hand on his arm as she sat on the stool next to him.

"Hey, you come here often?" she asked teasingly.

"Oh, every now and then to watch the girls dance. There's this one, a blonde with beautiful blue eyes that just captivates me." he replied.

"Does she tie you up and tease you?"

"And whips me for being naughty." he whispered in her ear.

"Have you been naughty lately?"

"Very. I disappointed my Mistress terribly." he replied, "Please forgive me."

Liz kissed him quickly on the cheek, "Take me home. My home, I never want to set foot in your apartment again."

"Yes Mistress." Trevor whispered.

--The End?--