Chapter 53
Ted and Claudette Begin Defining their Relationship

Claudette sat primly in Ted's front seat, second-guessing her plan to replace Rob with Ted. Certainly, Ted had mellowed as the evening went on, going from sardonic at his arrival at her table to genial by stages -- but Claudette was uneasy. Things had gone well until closing time, and allowing Ted to take her home was the proper thing to do to set him up as heir to Rob's position, but...

Claudette glanced over at Ted -- a fearful flick. Nothing obvious had occurred, and Ted was still genial, but there was a darkness to him...

Claudette's radar was a little late picking up anything, but she was right on target. Ted WAS still genial, but the reason for it was anticipation -- anticipation of putting HIS spin on their budding relationship...

"It's just up here on the right," Claudette offered hopefully.

"Right there?" Ted pointed.

"Yes."

"Good." Ted kept right on going.

"Ted! Why didn't you stop?" Claudette demanded.

Ted smiled at the windshield. "Because I think we need to talk some more about our 'partnership' before we get too involved in it. I have a number of concerns that we should address before we really hit the street. Besides, you're not expected right away at home, are you?" He eyed her for that final query.

"Well, no..." What was there about his eyes that dragged the truth out of her? If she'd been able to lie...

Actually, it probably wouldn't have helped -- but Claudette lost a battle of wills, right there.

Ted didn't go much farther; Claudette lived in an affluent area on the edge of town, and just a bit beyond was an access to a dirt road leading to the local quarry. Ted didn't stay on that road, however; he opted for an even less well-defined path that wound through some old-growth forest to a small clearing. Stopping there, he shut off the engine.

Claudette knew fear from the moment he entered the quarry road. She had only a vague idea where they were, and really couldn't come up with any GOOD reason for them to require so much privacy... "Why are we here?"

"Peace and quiet," Ted replied genially. "Nice, don't you think?"

"I guess." Claudette cautiously glanced around. "Why so remote? We could have talked at my house..."

"Too public," Ted grunted, shaking his head. "Parents, servants -- I'm not like you; I don't have people waiting on me hand and foot all of the time. While you might be able to ignore them, they would keep me from being able to hold up my end of the conversation. This is better."

"I see." Claudette entertained Ted's line of reasoning, which appeared on the face of it to be fairly reasonable. Relaxing a bit, she murmured, "This is better, then?"

"Much," Ted agreed. "It will allow me to assert myself properly." Ted was grinning inside; he seldom got such an opportunity to play tricks with his vocabulary. Moving on, he started circling for the kill, "All right, I guess I might as well get started. You confused me earlier when you said that your private relationship with Rob was supposed to be genuine; one of Rob's big complaints was that you were, uh, unapproachable in private. How do YOU see this?"

Claudette frowned. "What do you mean by 'unapproachable'?"

Ted shrugged. "Rob insisted that he got less -- affection, let's call it -- from you in private than he did in public. I really can't operate like that -- it's a sham..." Ted added loftily.

"Well, he was busy chasing those loose girls..." Claudette temporized.

"The way I hear it, he started chasing them because you weren't offering enough..." Ted chided.

"It's not true!" Claudette asserted, flustered. "I... He... I TOLD you, I'm saving myself for marriage!"

"Were you planning on marrying Rob?" Ted pressed.

"Well, yes. Eventually..."

"... And when was that?"

Claudette shrugged. "After college, sometime..."

"So, Rob was supposed to do without for four or five more years?" Ted glared at Claudette. "Do you have similar plans for me?"

"Well, no..." Claudette turned away. Ted was a short-term solution; he just wasn't suitable, in the long run. Claudette only REALLY needed Ted until the fall -- but of course, admitting THAT would cause things to crash and burn...

Claudette fooled Ted not at all, so his disgruntled, "I should hope not!" was a prime piece of acting. But again, he'd won the point. After a moment's counterfeit petulance, he pursued things, "So, how often did you two kiss in private? Did you do any French kissing? In public, you guys seemed to be limited to close-mouthed pecks..."

Under pressure, Claudette began to see that she hadn't managed Rob well. "Well, no..."

"No, you didn't kiss, or no, you didn't French?"

"Um, we kissed, occasionally -- you know, at the end of an evening. No, we didn't French."

Ted shook his head, "I really fail to see what you're offering me, here."

"Well, there will be a certain enhancement of your reputation from the two of us being together..." Claudette replied carefully.

Ted grunted. "Anyone who knows you and knows how it was with you and Rob will merely assume I'm having my balls cut off..."

"Ted!"

"Well?"

Claudette was becoming vexed. Certainly, Ted had a point; it was becoming clear that she had bungled things with Rob badly -- but then Rob was such a charmer; if she had given an inch, he'd have taken her virginity and made her into one of his sluts, for sure! Meanwhile, what was she to do in the present situation? Well, at least Ted wasn't as overtly charming... "What do you want?"

Ted shrugged. "If you're going to inject anything resembling realism into our relationship, you're going to have to be a bit more cuddly in public. And in order to properly project the idea that we're being restrained in public, we need to be going a bit further in private..."

Claudette shook her head, perplexed. 'Cuddly', 'restrained' -- The terms seemed innocuous enough -- why did they bring on such foreboding? "We don't have to rush right out, do we?"

Ted shrugged, feigning indifference. "It's your rep you're trying to rescue..."

Damn! She was over a barrel again! Either she put up with some kind of intimacy, or she was a cheat and a liar -- and everyone would know it! "All right. I suppose we could -- I don't know -- kiss, or something..."

"Good." Ted popped open the car door; time to take things a bit further...

"Where are you going?" Claudette asked, puzzled.

"It's a nice night. I'm sure you'd like to avoid any clichés. I have some stuff in the back..." Ted circled around and opened the trunk, collecting a tarp, a heavy blanket, a folding chair, and a short hunk of rope. Claudette watched, puzzled, as he spread the tarp, spread the blanket above, and sat up the chair. The rope he tossed negligently under the chair. Then he came around and opened the passenger door. "Come on out -- get some air..." he said, taking her hand and pulling her from the car.

Claudette didn't resist; curiosity had a grip on her. "What's up with the chair?"

"Well, you COULD sit on my lap," Ted replied, seating himself and pulling her there.

"I don't think so," Claudette jumped up and backed away; the position was just a little too intimate, and access under the skirt she was wearing a little too easy...

"I didn't think so, either," Ted chuckled, "but it was worth a try. There's always later..." He waved at the blanket. "In the meantime, let's sit out here, then." He lifted himself from the chair far enough to drop onto the blanket. "Come on; you need to show me that you're serious about all this." He patted the blanket beside him.

Claudette settled in gingerly, and Ted wrapped an arm around her -- something which generated an instant flinch when his hand touched her torso. Ted moved his hand to her arm, but manufactured an aggrieved tone, "This is nuts! How are you going to carry off the idea that you've found something better if you're going to act like a block of ice when I wrap an arm around you? Are you that hung up?"

"N-no..." Actually, she was; her mother, Charlotte, had been vicious about instilling rules of behavior from a bygone age since her early childhood. At about age twelve, her independence brought them into conflict, and open war ensued between mother and daughter until one memorable confrontation when Charlotte announced, "One day, a man is going to worm his way into your knickers -- and he'll discover just what a total SLUT you are! When that happens, you'll not be rid of him until he's taken everything you have to offer! If you follow the rules I've tried to instill in you, you'll be able to PICK the man who does it, and you can live like this..." She waved her arms at the Pinkersley's palatial living room. "Or, you can let HIM find YOU -- and you'll end up barefoot and pregnant in a trailer park with three other snot-nosed brats and no husband, looking the prospect of spreading your legs for a living in the face!"

"Mother!" Claudette had screeched, "How would YOU know whether I'm a slut or not? I certainly don't! And you won't even let me touch myself!"

"That's right!" her mother had sneered. "And you'd better not, either, because I'll know when you do -- and so will every bad boy in town! You'll give off slut in heat vibes, and the first boy with the balls to do it will make you his bitch -- and you can kiss your future goodbye, because he'll be a bastard -- it goes with the territory!"

The pair had railed at each other for another hour, but her mother's words had had their effect -- because no matter how vehement her denials, a little voice in Claudette had agreed with her mother's assessment, one hundred percent. That little piece of her nodded its head wisely and licked its chops. That little piece of her pointed out temptation by attempting to embrace it, licking its chops at every attempt to penetrate her defenses. The conflict with her mother died away; Claudette was too busy protecting herself, sharpening her tools and stiffening her defenses.

But Claudette had an Achilles heel -- the very tools she used to protect herself could be used to cut her! Claudette was a master manipulator, capable of shaping her audience's perception of reality to meet her needs -- but she had BEEN manipulated from an early age, and anyone capable of pushing her buttons would have control over her in short order.

Ted had been discovering buttons since her first overture that evening; by now, he had mastered several, and had his sights set on controlling several more. It was all a matter of technique...

Now, for instance -- he had her dropping her defenses, not because she wanted to, but because he'd convinced her that she MUST to succeed in her plan to recover from Rob's loss. The truth had been an effective tool in Ted's hands; pointing out her failures, the errors that had lost her her partner in popularity and threatened to make her a laughingstock were forcing her to re-evaluate her tactics -- which was a good idea, on the face of it. Unfortunately for Claudette, the test case for her new behaviors was Ted -- and Ted had a totally different agenda...

Ted kept up the pressure. "Is it me, then? Why did you offer to be with me if you can't stand me?"

Now, as far as Claudette was concerned, the jury was still out on Ted -- but she couldn't admit it. She decided that it was best to fall back on the truth, to a point, "Okay, maybe I AM a little hung up. I'll try to do better."

"Okay," Ted replied, still somewhat petulant. "You really need to be able to let me inside your space." That said, he again shifted his hand to her ribs.

The proximity alarm for her breasts went off again, but Claudette silenced it. Her little beast was watching and gibbering, though, throwing up outrageous fantasies, distracting her.

"That's better." Ted deliberately moved his hand all over her side, drifting from her stomach to her back and back again, conquering territory, but staying carefully away from areas that would be contested, like her ass or her breasts -- that could wait. "That's not so bad, is it?"

"No." It felt good, actually, once her defenses were overridden -- and Little Beast was doing handstands. Slowly, she relaxed; Ted was keeping his hand in the proper areas, and he hadn't stepped outside the line or become too aggressive. Confidence returned.

Ted lulled her for fifteen minutes or so, then decided to move on. "Okay, on to intramural kissing," he announced.

"What?" Claudette was taken by surprise.

Ted rolled his eyes. "Come on! You've been trading little sanitary pecks with Rob for months! We HAVE to improve on THAT!" He waited a moment while her features again reflected her internal struggle -- but he was right, of course, even from her perspective -- then he took her chin in his hand. Claudette made to duck away, and it took willpower not to clamp down on her, but he didn't -- and she came around. He pressed his lips to hers.

It seemed to Claudette that maybe they were moving pretty quickly, but Ted was right, damn him! They needed to be convincing -- and she was going to have to give him something she hadn't given Rob, or he was gone, and her chances at recovery with him. She quelled her flight impulses and accepted his lips.

...Only they didn't go away. What should have been a peck went on for about five seconds, then Ted started massaging her lips with his. This generated a full-fledged case of angst in Claudette; on the one hand, he was pushing things pretty hard -- and on the other, it, well, felt nice... The Little Beast was quiet, waiting -- but it did that all the time, so Claudette didn't worry. But her frontal lobe was missing a bet -- the silence was gloating, anticipation; Little Beast was waiting for the Big One, and was pretty sure it was coming...

Claudette misinterpreted the source of her excitement and, deciding that the exercise was pleasant and non-threatening after all, loosened up, responding to Ted's actions. The kiss was still close-mouthed, but it was at least a 'real' kiss...

Pleased with progress, Ted let things ride for a few minutes and several kisses -- until Claudette appeared to be used to the level of contact. Then he began intermittent lightning penetrations of her lips with his tongue -- not yet open-mouthed French-kissing, but merely slipping through her lips. In the original mode of tight-lipped pecks, this would have been impossible, but now that their lips were moving, Claudette couldn't seal hers against him. Claudette's first reaction was to flinch backward, putting a hand to her lips, "Ted!"

"What?" Ted feigned innocence, then smiled. Claudette thought about it for a moment, then smiled back -- the contact had tickled, and as long as her mouth was closed, it didn't really change anything... She leaned back in and Ted resumed the kisses, thinking, 'Blondes...'

Kissing went on for a bit longer, but Claudette started getting restless, so Ted figured it was time to shift tactics, "So, how are things thus far?"

"Ummm, fine, fine..." Thus far, there had been no major breach in her defenses, and Ted was proving to be generally more tractable than she'd feared. She could do this; in fact, she could do this in public! And if this was all it took to keep Ted happy...

It wasn't. "Okay," Ted drawled, settling back a bit. "I think we're making some progress -- but I told you that Rob and I don't operate in the same manner. That's probably good, since you never made it this far, but I still feel like we're playing to the crowd. I can't do that -- there has to be a real basis to what we're doing..."

Claudette schooled her features. As pleasant as the past little bit had been, Ted had no REAL place in her future -- but she was going to have to convince him otherwise, or else her plan would fail. "I think we're coming along famously," she replied innocently. "I mean, these things need time to mature. What do you think needs to happen, really? I mean, it's kind of tough committing to a mature relationship based upon one date..." She smiled ingenuously.

Ted pretended to take this seriously, but he was grinning to himself. The REAL entertainment of the evening was about to begin! "Well, there should be more to us than the public sees, don't you think? I mean, that's where you went wrong with Rob..." He let that sink in a bit. "Besides, we need to project that, anyway, and the best way is through reality, don't you think?"

"Um, well, yes, I think..." It sounded good, but there was something slippery about it. Alarms were going off, and the Little Beast was showing long, glowing fangs...

"Great! In my experience, for you to be able to believably pass off a little hugging and kissing in public, we need to have exceeded that by an order of magnitude in private..."

"A wha...? Ted!" Confusion turned to outrage as the hand at her waist moved up to cup her right breast.

"What? I need to know if these are real to even PRETEND to be familiar with them to the level we're talking about..." Claudette started bucking and grabbing at his hand, so he pulled her against him with his free hand, muttering, "You sure do pad the shit out of them, Sweetie..."

"Ted! TED! Stop!" Claudette screeched. What had happened? Everything had been going fine -- and now, suddenly, she was being molested! She started pushing her way out of his grasp.

Ted rolled his eyes. "I KNEW you weren't serious! Fortunately, I planned for this..." He let her push off, then pushed her face into the blanket with one hand while reaching for the hunk of rope he'd put under the chair with the other. It had a plastic device on it that allowed for quick fastening; in no time, he had collected both of Claudette's wrists and cinched them together behind her back. Once that was done, he amused himself by pushing her face back into the blanket every time she struggled up while she carried on a running commentary about how insane he was and how he couldn't possibly expect to get away with this and how it was rape... That one he didn't let slide by, "I haven't raped you... yet. Do you want me to? Is that it?"

"What?" Claudette whuffed out a lungful of air as a result of another push to the blanket. "No, no!" She gathered herself. "Come on now, Ted! What do you expect to accomplish by this?"

"Actually? I expect to GET a relationship from you, one way or another!" Ted sneered. "You're an awful liar -- even if you have some concept of what a relationship is, you OBVIOUSLY never planned to do anything serious -- just toss me a few bones to keep me in suspense until you were done with me in the fall! Now that I think of it, I wonder if you ever REALLY had any honest plans for Rob!"

Claudette lay there, silent, tasting fear. Ted was pissed! Was he right about Rob? Certainly, he was right about himself...

Ted shook his head. "You know, if you'd offered the thing as a straight-up business proposition, we'd have at least gotten off on the right foot -- but, frankly, we'd have gotten to something like this, eventually. I don't do things for free, and I don't take cast-off shit! You OFFERED a real relationship, and I said I was interested. Now, I'm gonna do a little credit check -- and if I like what I see, then you'll be getting my services -- but you'll be paying a LOT more than what you thought you were going to, and in the end, I may end up owning YOU!"

Claudette was thinking rapidly. Obviously, Ted was going to do something rash -- what were her options? Could she talk him out of it? Probably not -- Ted's reputation said that he followed through on his threats -- just look at Darla Jean! Maybe if she took the high road... "Ted, let me go this instant, or I'll scream!"

Ted sat back and grinned. "Okay! Do you want to try different pitches? How far do you think you can be heard? C'mon, don't keep the wildlife waiting!" He reached out and prodded her ribs with a foot. "Go ahead! Belt one out!"

Claudette blinked, stupefied. No fear, none. If Ted was that certain that no one would hear, it wasn't worth the effort, obviously...

But Ted wasn't letting her off the hook. He rolled up onto his knees beside her and menaced, "We're waiting..."

"Uh, I changed my mind..." Claudette eyed him over her shoulder.

"Nope. Can't do that. Scream." He slapped her on the ass.

"Ow!"

"That's a scream?" Ted swatted her ass again, harder.

"Ow! Please don't, Ted!"

"Scream, then! Get yourself heard by the owls and the coyotes!" He delivered another, harder slap.

"No, no! Please!" But Claudette felt her skirt being lifted above her waist, and Ted went to work, one hand and then the other, using her poor ass as a tom-tom! "Ow! Ow! Please! Please! Stop, please! Ouch! Ow!" Finally, Claudette gathered a lungful of air and let out an ear-splitting screech, "AAAIIIIIEEEEEEE!!! Stop! God, stop!"

Ted sat back and made a production of listening for rescuers. "Do you hear anything?" he taunted, craning his neck this way and that to listen. "Anything at all?"

"N-no," Claudette sniffled.

"Care to try again?"

"N-no."

"Okay, then." Ted rolled Claudette over onto her back; she flattened her palms on the blanket to brace her sore ass above the cloth. "Time to do that credit check." He started hauling at her panties.

"What are you doing?" Claudette whimpered. Her knees came up to block Ted's efforts.

"Open up!" Ted swatted her thighs, brutally, alternating between them five or six times, while she rolled back and forth, trying to escape him -- but the hand he had on her belly had her pinned, and was pushing the breath out of her, anyway. "Okay, okay!" she gasped tearfully. "Please, don't..."

"Relax!" Ted grunted, "For now, I just want to see the merchandise! Are you REALLY a blonde? Do the curtains match the carpet? Hold the fuck still, now, so I can pull those panties down..." There were pantyhose, too, which were a total pain in the ass... "I ought to cut this crap off of you!" An idea dawned, and he hauled her erect. "YOU get 'em off! Hurry up, or I'm gonna go find a stick to beat you with!"

"But I'm tied!" Claudette wailed.

"Yeah? So?" Ted settled into the chair. "Hurry up! If I get tired of waiting and get up, you're gonna have stripes from your ass to your knees!"

Claudette was in reactive mode, no longer thinking about resistance; God knew nothing in the way of resistance had worked for her thus far! The pleated skirt she was wearing made getting at her pantyhose with her bound hands difficult; she floundered around until Ted yelled, "Look, Stupid, I'm gonna see your twat, anyway. Why don't you save yourself some pain and drop the skirt? I'm getting bored, here..."

"Ummm..." Claudette bit her lip. Ted sounded just like Mom, scornful of her idiocy, calling her names... Her fingers flew to the button and zipper; she was stepping out of the puddle of fabric in moments, and hauling at the top of the pantyhose.

Ted watched the ensuing struggle with some amusement. Claudette fought the pantyhose to her knees before looking up, "Is this enough?"

"Might as well go for the whole thing," Ted replied. Claudette bit her lip and continued, sitting and twisting her legs under her to get the clinging nylon off her feet. By the time she finished she was exhausted, flopped over on her side, panting. Ted let that go for a second, enjoying the disarray -- Claudette's carefully coiffed hair was a mess -- before directing, "All right, bring it over here, Sweetie, so I can get a look at it." Claudette eyed him for a moment, weighing her options, then struggled to her knees. When it became apparent that she was going to climb to her feet, Ted stopped her, "No, no! Stay on your knees! It's not THAT far..."

Claudette gingerly approached the chair. Gawd, what was he going to do? She stopped a couple of feet away.

"Uh uh. Bring it in close, Sweetie -- we're SUPPOSED to be intimate!" Ted waved her forward, and Claudette really had no choice... She crawled closer, then settled back on her haunches.

Ted rolled his eyes. "You just put yourself out of reach again! That's your whole problem, Sweetie -- you're unreachable! Work with me, here -- we're TRYING to cure that!" He crooked his finger. "Bring it right up to the chair..."

Fearfully, Claudette followed instructions. Ted's aura of danger enveloped her, leaving her breathless. Her imagination was going nuts -- and so was Little Beast! What was THAT all about? She made to settle back onto her haunches, but Ted shook his head, "No, keep it up here where I can see it. So! Either you're coloring IT, too, or you really ARE a blonde!" He ran his fingers through the small kinky patch of somewhat darker, but undeniably blonde hair on her mons, grabbing a handful and holding it when she attempted to flinch away. "Naughty, naughty! Hold still!" Claudette's eyes widened and her mouth opened in a silent scream, but nothing came out; when she stopped trying to get away, he released her. "That's better." He fluffed and played with the patch of fur with the fingers of one hand, "Are you that smart -- that much of a fake? Or are you REALLY just a blonde?"

"J-just a blonde..." Claudette offered timidly.

Ted nodded, satisfied. "Yeah. All of the OTHER indications are that you're just a blonde," he sneered. "You're a little idiot, and THAT'S a prime indicator -- not to mention how BLATANTLY self-centered you are... Spread your legs!"

"Ted..." Claudette, desperate, instinctively offered sweet reason -- Ted was sounding a LOT like Mom when she got pissed. Nasty insults...

"Shut up!" Ted warned. "You don't want to piss me off any further, because at this point, I can up the ante pretty easily! Now DO what the FUCK I TELL you!"

"Yes, Ted." It was time for a show of obedience; Mom would slap the shit out of her at this point... Claudette widened her knees.

Predictably, Ted's hand slid under and started rubbing the lips of her cookie. Claudette had a tight, compact clam with an annoying, itchy bump at the top -- a bump that Ted's fingers found right away...

Claudette assumed an absolutely desperate expression, and began to wriggle. "Hold still!" Ted barked.

Claudette tried, but the itch was driving her nuts! She managed to hold still for about three seconds before moving again, "Sorry! I-I just can't..." Worse, she could feel a trickle of dampness gathering inside her cookie -- and the way Ted was feeling around between her lips, he was going to discover it soon...

"So, slave to the joys of masturbation, are we?" Ted sneered. "I'm glad -- I figured you for totally frigid!"

Claudette's eyes popped. "Mas-- I don't DO that! Mom doesn't..."

Ted blinked. "You don't rub yourself off? Ever?"

"N-no!" Claudette shook her head vehemently. "Mom said she could tell if I ever did -- and there would be Hell to pay!"

"Well, I'll be..." Nonetheless, Ted stopped teasing her cookie -- something Claudette instantly missed. That itch just wouldn't go away... Little Beast whined and cried -- using Claudette's mouth! Claudette's eyes popped as she realized that she'd actually whined...

"Whoa!" Ted absorbed this new information with some surprise! The little involuntary whine Claudette emitted when he stopped rubbing her clit revealed a whole box of secrets! 'Obviously, her mother is a whirling bitch -- and she's paved the way for me! No wonder the Ice Princess acts the way she does...' Obviously, he could fuck Claudette tonight -- and get away with it, too, if he handled it properly! But that went a touch beyond the current plan... "Okay, lean forward..." Claudette did as she was told, and Ted grabbed her blouses -- she was wearing two spaghetti-strap tops in complimentary colors, something weirdly in fashion -- and pulled them up over her head (with some difficulty, due to her hands' position behind her) and let them slide down her arms behind her. "Time to get a look at the hooters..." Claudette, frozen by surprise when he lifted away her blouses, was galvanized, throwing herself backward -- but Ted was already in too close; he grabbed her bra right between her breasts and dragged her back forward, then delivered a vicious, roundhouse slap! "I SAID lean up! NOBODY said you could lean back!" Claudette, rocked by the blow, came back to a neutral position, her left cheek flaming red and eyes teary -- but she wasn't as shocked as one might expect... 'Uh huh,' Ted thought. 'She's been slapped before...' "Now lean up!" Claudette did so, obediently, and Ted wrestled with the clasp on her substantial brassiere, then pulled off the cups and managed to get it over her head. Then he settled back in the chair. Claudette made to move to an upright position, but Ted put a hand on top of her head, stopping her and nearly causing her to overbalance and flop into his lap. "No! I want to see how they look when they're drooping..."

'Drooping' was a misnomer; Claudette's breasts sagged little, if any. They were quite nice, too, 36C, round, and made a sweet bulge of cleavage when pushed up a bit by a brassiere -- and she had a pair of nice pink nipples that, unfettered, would make a nice dent in a blouse. Ted got what had to be one of the best looks at them by a male to date, since they were virtually always well-hidden. There, in the woods, with a slight breeze blowing, the areolas tightened up and the nipples extended, giving Ted a fine view of what they should be like at the height of passion. Leaning forward as she was made the shape of her breasts shift slightly toward the conical, rather than the hemispherical -- but it wasn't a major shift. Ted, still holding her head in place, reached out and cupped her left breast, catching her stiffened nipple between his thumb and forefinger while he gently squeezed. "Nice," he grunted, nodding approval. Letting go of her, he directed, "Turn sideways. Wriggle your shoulders."

Claudette did as she was told; trepidation kept her from asking why. "Bend forward some and wiggle again," Ted prompted, and Claudette did so, clumsily because she was in danger of overbalancing. Ted picked up the question in her glance. "I'm looking for evidence that they're fake -- are they?"

"No!" Claudette managed to project outrage. "They're all me!"

Ted grinned -- he'd needled her successfully again. "Well, you're so full of shit that I don't figure I can take anything for granted... Turn around and show me the back side."

Claudette did as she was told, but she was getting back some capability to offer a challenge. "Ted, why are you doing this?"

"I TOLD you!" Ted replied. "I'm doing a credit check. I'm looking to see if what you bring to the table is worth my time! If it isn't, I walk, and your plan to show the world that Rob was dependent on YOU and not vice-versa goes in the crapper. If it is, then we work out just how expensive my assistance is going be to you, and you start making payments."

Claudette eyed him nervously over her shoulder. "What kind of payments?"

Ted reached out and rubbed Claudette's ass. "That's a fair question. I think I've already told you most of it; basically, if it's worth it to you to show Rob up, it's going to have to be worth it to you to actually put out the effort to HAVE a relationship with me, not just fake one. Naturally, that means you're gonna have to try to keep me happy and believing that you have some commitment to me --and for THAT, we're off to a rough start!" He swatted Claudette's ass, hard.

"Ow!" Claudette managed to transmit a look of pain and betrayal. "Please don't do that!"

Ted took a shot at her other ass cheek. "I will do as I please -- and you'll like it, understand?"

"Ouch! Yes, Ted."

"Better." Ted stood up. "Turn around and put your front end on the chair seat." He stepped around her. "Hurry up!"

Claudette did as she was told -- it was too late not to, anyway -- watching him fearfully over her shoulder. "Ted, umm, you're not..."

"I wouldn't give me ideas, if I were you!" Ted warned. "Raise your ass! Put your chest on the chair, there... now spread your legs!" Ted squatted behind her, waiting while she reluctantly widened her stance. Putting one hand on her ass, he leaned in to examine Claudette's holes closely. The camel toe of her compact twat sat below the little pink, wrinkled bud of her asshole, making a delightful picture... Ted ran his finger around the ring, watching as well as feeling her flinch and clench before dragging his finger down into her slit. Claudette had amazingly thick outer lips for a fairly slim, athletic girl; Ted usually saw twats like this on chunkier stock. Darla Jean, for instance, hadn't had much in the way of outer labia, but had thin, rubbery inner ones -- and Ted had more or less expected to see similar on Claudette, given their relatively similar builds. Claudette's twat began to swell and the lips opened as Ted dragged his finger up and down in her slit, exposing her pink interior and vestigial inner lips.

Claudette lay across the chair, quivering. She couldn't SEE what Ted was doing, but she could certainly FEEL it! First, he'd played with her heiny, making her clench up, and now he was messing with her cookie again! She closed her eyes, afraid to look at Ted for fear she would see his amusement at her embarrassment; she KNEW she was opening up down there and getting wet... Little Beast was unchained, dancing around in anticipation; Ted was running his fingers over her bump again, and the itchy urgency in her was becoming maddening...

Ted was somewhat amazed. Despite everything -- cold, fear, embarrassment, nudity, crude fingers in her twat -- Claudette was wiggling her ass! And it wasn't to get away, either -- when his touch got lighter, she backed up! He fingered her clit -- a decent, pea-sized item peeking out of its hood -- and got a gasp and a muffled grunt! How in Hell had Rob failed to put the meat to this little bitch? With a little thought, the answer became obvious; Claudette was adept at working people, including Rob. As long as she kept him at arm's length, he was never gonna know... More rubbing elicited more grunting -- and more finger-chasing. In the chair seat, Claudette lay with her eyes closed -- and a flush that didn't look like embarrassment, especially when you added in the distended nostrils! "You're cherry, right?" Ted confirmed.

"Cherry?" Claudette opened a glazed eye.

"A virgin," Ted amplified.

"Of course!" Claudette managed to project wounded dignity. "Will I be in an hour?"

"That's not as clear as it was..." Sticking his dick in her was looking more and more inviting to Ted.

"No, please!" Claudette gasped, "I REALLY need to stay a virgin! Mom will KILL me!"

"Raise up!" Ted directed, hauling on Claudette's arms from behind. Claudette did as she was told and resumed a vertical position -- but she was seriously missing Ted's fingers! Ted circled around and sat for a moment, then pulled Claudette's head toward him -- not enough to unbalance her, just enough so that when he leaned forward, they were eye to eye. "Okay, you pass the appearance tests; now we're getting to the performance part of the exam. Now before you start yammering about your virginity, I want you to listen to me; if you do, some of your questions will be answered, and you might avoid pissing me off! Understand?"

"Um, yes, Ted." Claudette nodded, a model of compliance.

"Okay. There are two scenarios here. Scenario one is that you fuck around and act up, say and do stupid shit and piss me off. If that happens, anything goes -- I've got nothing to lose, so you'll end up fucked up at the very least! Understand?"

Claudette nodded. Ted had a short fuse, just like Mom. The same rules applied to him that applied to her -- not that Ted knew that...

"Scenario two says you're a good girl, and do what I tell you and genuinely try to make me happy. That being the case, I'm going to want to keep you around, so you can continue to do things that make me happy. You'll be, like, a renewable resource, get it? In return, I'll need to do stuff occasionally that makes YOU happy -- like being your perfect escort in public. If you're REALLY good, I have a few ideas for making our private time something you look forward to, too! Understand?"

Claudette was almost cross-eyed, they were so close. "I--I think so..." she answered, nodding.

"Okay." Ted pushed her back on her haunches and stood up, straddling her, tilting her head up by the handful of hair he was holding at the back of her head. "Now. Remember earlier when I mentioned that there are things you can do to keep your man happy without losing your virginity?"

Claudette blinked. Had he said anything like that? He must have... Yes, he did! "Uh huh."

"Okay, then. You're going to learn to do one of them now." He squatted down a bit and got in her face again, holding her head in place with that hand in her hair, "Now when we get started, I figure you're gonna freak, so I'm gonna go over this REAL SLOW and try to be REAL CLEAR! You can do this my way -- and if you do, I'll be considerate of your comfort to an extent and I'll try not to make it TOO miserable. On the other hand, you can freak out totally -- in which case, I'll be a LOT rougher! And, frankly, if shit goes downhill too far, losing your cherry is gonna be a minor issue! DO YOU UNDERSTAND?"

Claudette gulped. "Yes, Ted!" Gawd, he was just like Mom when he got worked up...

"Good." Ted stood up, and his voice became conversational. "Tonight, you're gonna learn all about giving a guy a blow job..." He started undoing his trousers.

"What?" Claudette leaned back, gaped, and started to back away.

SLAP! She never saw it coming, but Ted rocked her. "I TOLD you that you would probably freak..." Claudette was still seeing stars when he re-collected her hair to keep her from moving away. He cranked her head back again. "Are you back with me?"

"I-- A blow job?" Claudette gasped -- but she wasn't moving. She merely gazed up at Ted incredulously.

Ted shook his head. "You and vocabulary. How about if I call it 'giving head'?"

"Ted, I can't. I--I..."

"Well, it IS clear that you never have!" Ted grunted. "But you're going to learn, and you're going to learn tonight! Understand?"

"No, I can't..." Suddenly, it felt like Ted was going to pull half of her hair out! "AAAAAUGH!"

Ted was down in her face again, and his expression was just mean! "You can and you WILL, one way or the other! You have two choices -- you can make an honest effort to blow me -- or I'll slap the piss out of you and use your face for a fuck hole, then roll you over and take your cherry and finish up in your ass! You get me?"

"Y--yes, Ted!"

"Now shut up! From now on, 'no' is not in your vocabulary -- not when you deal with me! Do you understand?"

"Yes, Ted!"

Ted let go of her hair, but Claudette knew better than to move as he worked his trousers down his legs and stepped out of them, kicking off his shoes in the process. That left his boxers, and they were tented; Ted was having a Hell of a time working the Ice Princess over! Flicking them down over his thighs, he let them drop to his ankles and kicked out, deliberately waving his erection right in Claudette's face. Taking it in his hand, he menaced her with it. "This is a cock -- or a dick, or prick, or man-meat, dork, Johnson -- whatever. You would probably call it a penis, but I call it a cock. Why? Because nobody ever called a person who does what you're going to do now a penis-sucker..." Claudette had instinctively looked away, so Ted took another handful of her hair and re-oriented her. "Open your eyes and get a good look, because you're gonna get REAL friendly!" Claudette looked up at him, blinking watery eyes; Ted shook his head, rolling his eyes before directing them at his crotch, "It's down there..."

Claudette surrendered and took a look, grimacing. "It looks like a snake!" It did -- a big, pinkish snake with a purplish head...

Ted snorted laughter. "Weird Willie, the one-eyed wonder worm! Give him a kiss, Sweetie -- you're gonna make it up to him for being kicked out of the Garden of Eden..."

Claudette eyed the... thing... sticking up from Ted's crotch. He COULDN'T be SERIOUS! He wanted her to SUCK that? But his hand in her hair was driving her forward... "Okay, okay! Let me..."

"What?" Ted was running out of patience.

"Well, get used to it..."

"Pick up the pace!"

Claudette leaned in close and smelled it. Musky. Kind of interesting, though... Down a bit... The smell got stronger as she got closer to his body. Suddenly, she over-balanced, flopping over head-first into his crotch!

"What the fuck!" Ted started hauling on her hair.

"Ow! Ow! Wait!" Claudette howled.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

"I fell, okay? Don't rip my head off! Give me a second!" Claudette inhaled -- and her nose was right across the root of his member. Wow! Something about that smell...

Ted was about to jack her back up by her hair when Claudette's tongue came out and started washing the base of his cock and his balls. "That's, uh, not exactly what I had in mind, but I'm gonna let you run with it..." he murmured distantly, letting up on her hair. Nobody had ever really gotten in there and messed with his balls or the hair at the root of his cock -- it was all new -- and pretty cool, too!

Claudette was distantly amazed at herself, but the smell of Ted's crotch gave her this buzz... Suddenly, the whole thing wasn't so bad! He tasted kind of nice, too -- weird, but nice... She started trying to lick up the shaft, but she couldn't get up... "I'm stuck..."

Since she was being a good girl, Ted lifted her by the shoulders. "Not so bad, huh?"

"Uh uh." Claudette extended her neck so she could get a lap at his glans. "Can you scoot up or something? I can't get at it..." Suddenly, it was urgent that she suck this thing -- lick it -- whatever. The feelings that washed over her when she smelled Ted's musk -- just wild! She felt energized -- free! Free to do what he wanted her to do, free of any worry about what someone might say. Suddenly, that wasn't important; what WAS important was enjoying the feelings that Ted's aura imparted...

Ted was somewhat confused. He'd expected that getting Claudette to actually graduate to cock sucking was going to take a bit more time -- and a LOT more abuse! Instead, here she was, lapping at the underside of his cock and asking, "What do you want me to do?"

"For now, pretend it's a lollypop -- no teeth!" Ted directed, before curiosity got the better of him. "What happened? Why did you change your tune?"

Claudette stopped lapping, screwed up her face in thought, and shrugged. "Smells good." Then she engulfed the head.

"Ooookaaay..." Smell? He was half expecting to hear that his cock smelled gross! Instead, she was all over it! Maybe... What were those things a body gave off -- some kind of triggers? Pheromones! That HAD to be it! His smell made Claudette hot! Weird, but it gave them something real in common -- which was better that just the blackmail pics he was going to take... And she was certainly sucking!

Claudette was, too! Ted's... cock... tasted, well, great! She couldn't explain it, but the texture was nice, and the taste was nice -- and the SMELL was CERTAINLY nice! It all seemed so... natural. What else was going on? Claudette thought about it, vaguely, sucking the spongy tip of Ted's cock. Why did she feel so free? She wasn't... conflicted.... Little Beast was gone -- or something... No, she was there -- they just weren't fighting... Thank God she was kneeling -- her cookie was becoming a sloppy mess, and it itched and burned and tingled...

Ted was busy re-evaluating. Claudette was fighting him not at all -- something unexpected, to say the least! She seemed to be perfectly happy doing lollypop-time on the head of his dick -- which was a source of total amazement to him. Well, time to up the ante... "Okay, now, cock sucking is all about pretending that your mouth is a talented pussy. When a guy fucks, he runs his dick in an out of your pussy. That does things for you and things for him. Cock sucking is all about doing for him; you want to take it as deep as you can, then back all the way off, with your lips tight and your tongue working. Sucking is good, but sucking really hard isn't, because it causes too much friction and you tend to mash his cock against the harder places in your mouth. Pussies don't have hard places; the hardest place nearby is your pubic bone, and it's kinda padded. Understand?"

"Ugm huh," Claudette mumbled around his glans. She'd been all attention during the instruction.

"Okay, try it." Ted still had his hand in her hair at the back of her head, but Claudette apparently needed no encouragement at all -- she immediately started vacuuming her way up his shaft... "Breathe through your nose," Ted hissed. "Real sluts learn to take it right down their throat, but I don't expect anything like that tonight..." Actually, if she had fought him, he'd have used her mouth and throat for a fuck hole and would have enjoyed it -- but her willing cooperation was forcing him to take another path... "Back all the way to the tip. At the very least, you want to run your lips over the ridge, because the area just behind the ridge is REALLY sensitive! Okay, bring it back. Long-stroke it; remember, you're fucking me with your mouth..." Ted had to admit that Claudette was being a real trouper -- AND she was doing a real fine job!

Claudette really didn't need any encouragement to go deep; that got her nose into his pubes, and she LOVED that! Licking his hard shaft, tasting the goo that was coming out of the tip -- these were all well worth the effort. She rode her lips up and down the shaft a half-dozen times, going as deep as she could, nearly gagging to get in there close. But there were questions, and there were issues...

She released his tip with a pop. "Can I ask a question?"

"Uhm, yeah..." DAMN, this was good! She was back on him before he had time to react, too...

She went three before asking, "What's the stuff you're dripping?"

"Huh? Oh. It's generally called pre-cum. I think it's a lubricant, primarily."

Claudette went a few more strokes. "Can I have my hands?"

"What?" Ted was instantly tense.

"No, no! Wait! Listen!" Claudette dived back onto him, obviously highly motivated. After four more lavings of his shaft, she came up for air and speech again, "I'm having trouble staying balanced!" Back on, for three. "I could hurt you -- or me!" On for four. "Put a rope around my feet -- or my neck, if you want!" On for three. "I'll be good! I want your... stuff..."

Tim didn't know which should come first -- confusion, or suspicion! She WANTED him to jizz? "In your mouth? You're gonna get it in a couple of minutes, anyway, the way you're going..."

"Really?" Claudette's eyes lit up. "Cool!" She dove on him twice, then turned on the charm, "Please! I want to try the throat thing, but I need control..."

Ted's amazement knew no bounds! But he knew better than to get TOO cocky. "I want a picture first -- with your hands behind you so the rope doesn't show."

Claudette wasn't happy with this; she paused, lipping his glans while she thought about it. Backing off, she whined, "A picture? Why?"

"You KNOW why! Blackmail material! My insurance policy that you don't dash off and yell rape!"

"Oh." Claudette absorbed his cock twice while she thought about it, then insisted, "You don't need it for this -- you can have this anytime you want it..."

"That's... good to hear..." 'EXTREMELY good!' Ted added to himself. It was getting hard to think... "But things are kinda out there, right now. I can't REALLY take your word for it that everything is hunky-dory. Since you got silly on me, I've slapped you around some, made you get naked -- all kinds of shit that could get me in trouble unless I have an insurance policy..."

Claudette grimaced. "But if pictures get out, I'm screwed..."

"Riiight. That's my lever."

"But you could just show them for spite..."

She was right, of course. "That's why you need to be sure and keep up you payments..."

"Think you can cum twice? Maybe I can get ahead..." Claudette smiled engagingly for a moment before recapturing his glans.

This was out of hand... "What if I want something else?"

Claudette released his cock, leaned forward and buried her nose in his pubic hair. She inhaled deeply; calm suffused her. "You're in charge, Ted. I'm sure that whatever you want, you'll get..." She started laving his balls with her tongue. Thirty minutes ago, the suggestion that she do something like that would have caused Claudette to rant shrilly that Ted was insane -- but now she really, REALLY wanted to...

...And it tickled like mad and was VERY arousing. Ted wondered vaguely if this mindset of hers extended to rim jobs -- she was DAMNED close, at this point! He shook his head to clear it. "I want a picture of you sucking my cock!"

"Yes, Ted," Claudette mumbled into his crotch. So he had a picture of her being a cock sucker -- so what? Did it matter? It was true...

Ted, rattled by Claudette's compliance, dug in a pocket of the folding chair for the digital camera he kept there -- usually for fishing trips and such, but tonight he was trolling for bigger game... "Okay, let's do it!"

Claudette backed off. "Will you undo my hands after?"

"You're gonna get the neck rope."

"Okay." She leaned forward and cradled his glans on her tongue, "How'th thith?"

"Uh, yeah. Look at the camera!" Ted snapped the shot. Whatever he had that was doing this to Claudette, he needed to bottle it! "Okay, get a mouthful..." Claudette did as she was told, and the camera flashed again. Ted shifted to display mode to see what he'd gotten, his fingers clumsy because Claudette had put her mouth in gear again. The first picture was better than he imagined; where did Claudette get that hot-eyed look? The second left Ted ambivalent; Claudette had closed her eyes -- but she was visibly smiling around a mouthful of cock meat! "I want another one," he croaked, finally. "You closed your eyes."

"Thowwy." Claudette obediently endured the flash, then sucked while Ted fumbled with the camera. "Kay?"

"Yeah." This one had it all -- the hot eyes, the smile, and something else, something servile... Hell it was enough to get you to blow a wad in your pants, just looking at it! He put the camera away in the chair pocket with shaking hands; Claudette was learning, moment by moment, which spots on his cock to tickle... Lurching up, he grunted, "Go deep and hold it while I get you untied..." Leaning over her back, he fumbled with the plastic clasp that held the rope tight. 'Here we go,' he thought, but when he settled back. His hand on the back of Claudette's head to keep her in place, she merely puffed and blew air in and out of her nose and gagged a little. Ted could NOT believe this; if he'd been her, he'd have bit his dick off and taken off running, hoping he'd bleed to death; instead, Claudette just sucked...

He let her up, dropping the loop over her head. "This thing has a quick-release, but it's made to tighten..." He demonstrated; Claudette's face got a little red before he got it loose, and she looked a bit faint before he fumbled it off. "Whew! Based on that, I'd say the thing will cut off the blood to your brain, not just choke you! You're gonna want to be careful!"

Claudette's eyes were big. "You, too, please! I just want to suck your..."

"Cock. For your purposes, it's a cock. And you're a cock sucker."

"Uh huh." Claudette didn't argue. Ted latched the rope collar with a couple of finger-widths of free space; a tug would snug it, but there was no need to take unnecessary risks. "Suck."

Claudette crawled up, put her forearms on the chair on either side of him, cradled his ass in her hands, bent her neck and went to town! "Uuuuhhh! Holy Shit!" Ted erupted.

Claudette looked up, stricken. "Something wrong?"

"No, no! You got something going, there, Baby! Go for it!" Ted gasped.

"Ummmmm!" Claudette dove on her new toy. Ted sat hunched, rigid. Never in his life had he been DEVOURED like this -- it was intense!

It was a bit before he could get beyond the sensations Claudette was causing and take in her efforts; when he did, he noticed that she was choking, regularly. "Swallow!"

"Mmmph?"

"You're trying to get me into your throat, aren't you?"

"Mmmm hmmm."

"When you get it there, swallow. And take it easy, when you try -- right now, I'm hitting the wall back there!" God knew if she hadn't been pounding him against her palate occasionally, he'd have blown his nut already!

Red-faced, panting and blowing, drool all over, Claudette pulled him in. The veins in her neck stood out; she was gagging something awful. Then he watched her swallow -- and her FELT the result! The Ice Queen had taken him into her throat! Who the FUCK would EVER believe THAT! "Wow, Baby -- that's impressive! Don't hurt yourself, now -- that's not something you have to do all the time..." Ted could NOT BELIEVE that he was being solicitous -- but on the other hand, the only way he had ever envisioned Claudette doing deep throat was as a result of him jamming his cock down her croaking throat! This... this took re-evaluation. This required that he start looking seriously at actually being NICE to Claudette! How do you take advantage of someone who GIVES you your wildest fantasies? In the back of his head a voice told him that was STUPID -- it was killing the goose that laid the golden eggs...

Claudette tried two more times in the sixty seconds that elapsed before Ted's balls started to draw up in preparation to blow his nut -- and succeeded once. It looked like she was going to go for three, so Ted forestalled her, "I'm gonna blow in a second! Back off and just give me head..." At this point, he was cradling her blonde locks, not holding a hank of them.

Claudette could feel his urgency; the rod of flesh in her mouth was hardening, the spongy head swelling -- it was one of the most thrilling things she had ever experienced! And then it happened; Ted hunched himself and gave out a strained grunt and his cock surged, pulsed, and spat a flood of thick goo into her mouth! Claudette swallowed, but not before a second blast followed the first! There was a third, but it was already gentler, while still copious, and the fourth and fifth tailed off; after that, Ted's cock pulsed, but it was no longer a delivery system. Claudette savored her mouthful of product, smiling; a lot of people wouldn't like it, but she did. It was Ted, and the taste of it agreed with her, just like his smell...

For Ted, the whole thing had just been incredible! He'd gotten his rocks off before, but never so intensely! He'd always had to keep an eye out for his partner to do something wrong -- to try to escape his power, or try to rip him off. This time, he lost track totally during the eruption; belatedly, he realized that he could have killed Claudette by accident while in the throes of his orgasm! On the other hand, she probably could have bit his dick off and he'd have been unable to react!

Neither had happened, though; Claudette was contentedly suckling his cock head -- something he could just barely stand, after blowing that load -- somehow managing to smile around it... "Uh, that's enough, Honey. It's real sensitive, now."

"Okay." Was that a pout? Claudette pulled back and engaged Ted's eyes. "Any time you want that, you let me know, okay?"

"Yeah, sure." Ted agreed distantly. "You really seemed to like that."

"Uh huh," Claudette agreed. "I did -- a lot!" She was basking in the glow of her accomplishment -- Ted had squirted all over the place!

"Come here..." Ted undid the rope. He HAD the pics, after all -- besides, Claudette was -- what? This wasn't the Ice Princess -- it was another, different girl -- one who stood up, smiled, and said, "Want to take some more pictures?"

"Well, yeah, actually..." Shit, if she was gonna stand there... Collecting her blouses, he said, "Hey, you don't need both of these, do you?"

"Huh?" Claudette blinked. "I guess not...."

"Come here, then." Ted separated the pink top from the green one and used it to wipe off Claudette's chin and chest where she was shiny with her own spit. "Might as well take NICE pictures..." Her hair was a bit of a mess, but she seemed to be coming out of her daze, somewhat -- time to get what he could in the way of additional evidence... Fishing in the chair, he came up with the camera, "Okay, smile!"

He got two full-length photos of her, gloriously naked, and a close-up from the tits up -- any one of which was undeniable evidence that he'd melted the Ice Princess. Toward the end, Claudette started frowning, and Ted concluded that whatever high she was on was beginning to fade. "Come on, Honey, let's get you back into your clothes..." Somewhere during the past half-hour, they had both changed. Ted's plans for Claudette had shifted from immediate gratification and eventual demolition to an honest attempt to sustain things -- while covering his ass, of course. "Sweetie" as a nickname went away during that period, because that was the nickname Ted always applied to his victims. Claudette was no longer quite that; in fact, to a certain extent, he was responsible for her continued well-being, if he wanted to continue using her. He needed to go ahead and help her with her little popularity projects (not that he gave a shit about such things), and maybe he even owed her a little something...

Claudette was wrestling her clothing into a wearable condition, looking more and more troubled; obviously, reality was leaking in. Time to put it off a bit; besides, Claudette hadn't earned punishments and she HAD earned rewards! "Leave that for a minute and come over here, Honey." Ted settled onto the blanket with his legs crossed and motioned her over.

"Mom's gonna be worried..." Mom wasn't the only one! Gawd, what had she been doing with Ted? Things had been good, then they'd gone terribly wrong, and Ted had gotten mean -- and then they got better again, largely because she stopped worrying about the small stuff. But it WASN'T small stuff -- It was BIG stuff, and she'd done some crazy things...

This was all going to come back to haunt her... All this went through her mind while she walked over to Ted, who pulled her down beside him. "You okay?" he asked.

"I--I don't know..."

"Shhhhh, relax, lay down on my lap..." Ted murmured. Claudette, still malleable, did as she was told.

Ted had put his undershorts back on, but he wasn't much ahead of Claudette. The head in the lap thing was an experiment...

... And it was successful. Claudette let Ted press her head into his lap more or less against her better judgment -- experience with his violent side had been the clincher. But once there she slowly began to relax. "God, you smell good! Is that after-shave or something? Cologne? Body spray?"

"It's just me." Ted went from rubbing her arm to rubbing her side to cupping her right breast inside two minutes -- all he got was murmurs and wiggles. Blatant nipple play brought gasps. "Remember when I said that if we had a relationship, sometimes I would do things to make you happy?" Ted asked conversationally.

"Mmm hmmm..." Happy like now? Like when he mauled her nipple with his fingers and shooting flashes of pleasure went everywhere? Like the way her cookie was drooling and the nubbin at the top was making her rub her legs together?

"Okay, Honey, you've been real good, and this is one of those times. Roll over on your back... Now spread your legs a bit..." Ted switched hands, using his left to go to work on her left breast while his right headed for her crotch. Christ! She was soaked! Ted ran three fingers up and down between Claudette's legs. Claudette hunched her back and lifted both knees. He was going to need more room; Ted gently extricated himself, settling Claudette's head on the blanket. Claudette moaned, but didn't put up a fuss. Ted put those three fingers to work, massaging Claudette's twat while working her left nipple with his left hand.

"Omigod..." Claudette undulated. She remembered being worried about the future, but Ted had calmed her. Then she got incredibly... aroused... and Ted said he was going to make her happy -- wasn't that nice? And he played with her nipple -- that was nice! -- and her cookie started itching like mad, and Ted started rubbing it. Now it itched worse than ever, but Ted's rubbing it felt SOOO good... "Mmmph... Mmmph... Oh, God..."

Ted smiled. Claudette's wild side was just simply amazing! The Ice Princess was a sex pistol! There was no way was she going to make it to marriage with her cherry! Kneeling over her, he lowered his lips to hers and husked, "Give me a kiss now, Honey! Do a good job! Suck my tongue..." He pressed his lips to hers and they flowered open immediately. He darted his tongue inside and she moaned into his mouth and her tongue started playing tag with his. Meanwhile, she humped his hand more and more furiously. One hand came up to wrap around his neck and the other grabbed his wrist, anchoring it while she thrashed harder and harder!

When Ted got up and moved his crotch away from her nostrils, Claudette began to recover again -- but that was all irrelevant, because she was in the grip of a new stimulus -- one every bit as powerful, if not more so! Ted's hand in her cookie was making promises, promises Claudette wanted fulfilled in the worst way! The kissing -- that wasn't anything she could control -- it seemed to go with everything else... Now, the urgency was mounting -- she knew what was coming in general, but had NO IDEA what it would be like in particular...

"Mmmf... Mmmmf... MMMMF!! MMMMMF!! MMMMMMF!!!! MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMEEEEEEEEEE!!!!" Claudette screamed into Ted's mouth as the whirlwind took her. The scream was Little Beast declaring her freedom, ascending from Claudette's galvanized body and taking her consciousness with her.