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Subject: {ASSM} Nessus RP: Wicked Game 2 (FD CB Mast Magic)
Date: Thu,  4 Jan 2001 19:10:03 -0500
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This story is intended for the enjoyment of adults over the age of 18 or 
whatever the legal age is in your part of the universe. It contains fantasy 
scenes of graphic sexual activity.   Please, if you are under the age of 18, 
or if you will be offended by such material, use your intelligence and read 
no further - delete the file.  Otherwise ....enjoy!


The Wicked Game Chronicles:
Book 1.
The Devil and Mr Brownlow.
(Part 2.)

by Nessus

FemDom Mast Humil CB Magic


I was surprised when Judy answered the door. She was stunning in a simple 
short glittering black dress with her long legs encased in shimmering black 
nylon.

Coolly, she looked me up and down. "Not bad," she grinned in her soft 
southern accent.

"Hello," I said nervously. "I'm Christopher Brownlow."

"Judy Daimon," she said, extending her hand, which I shook gently. "Now," 
she said in a business like tone. "This is the deal. I'm your date, someone 
you've just met and I'll charm everyone. And that's it. Ok?" I nodded and my 
eyes drifted down her long legs. "Got it?" she repeated and I dragged my 
gaze up to her smiling eyes.

I blushed a little when I guessed she knew I'd been looking at her legs. 
"Yes, of course. Understood," I said quickly. "Shall we go? I have a taxi 
waiting downstairs."

My eyes fastened onto her legs as she swung them into the car. Shutting the 
door, I scrambled around to sit next to her as the driver pulled away from 
the pavement. Her dress had ridden up and I furtively stared at the expanse 
of thigh in black nylon.

"How long have you been in New York, Chris?" she asked.

"Only a month, actually," I said, flushing under the scrutiny of her 
sparkling eyes.

"Do you want me to call you Chris or Christopher?"

"Most people call me Christopher but I don't mind."

"I'll call you Chris, then. Makes us sound like a couple. Ok?"

"Yes. Of course." She crossed her legs and my cock tingled at the sound of 
nylon against nylon.

I opened the car door for her and we climbed the foyer stairs to make our 
way to the ballroom of the Chairman's house where the function was being 
held. A large group of formally dressed people mingled and milled around the 
entrance, drinking champagne while talking loudly.

"Ready?" I asked, butterflies swarming in my stomach.

"Let's go, partner," she smiled and we moved through the group. Judy was 
fantastic, charming all and talking knowledgeably about a range of subjects 
to the group at our table. After a while, I started to relax.

I bumped into Troy who was talking to a tall man next to the bar. He gave me 
a thumbs up sign when he saw Judy

The Chairman, Will Macintosh, rose and gave a short expert speech and we all 
laughed in the right places. I saw Lucy Duivel seated amongst other senior 
execs at the main table and I thought she looked at me but I dismissed the 
notion as absurd.. She wouldn't know I existed, I thought.

We stood around for coffee and I was surprised to see Will Macintosh bearing 
down on us. "Will Macintosh," he boomed, shoving his hand towards me while 
staring at Judy.

"Christopher Brownlow, sir," I stumbled while he almost crushed my hand.

"Where do you work, Brownlow?" he demanded, smiling at Judy who smiled 
broadly back at him.

"Marketing, Sir," I said. "May I present Judy?" I stuttered, realising that 
I couldn't remember her last name.

"Daimon," she finished, taking the Chairman's hand briefly.

"Can I show you around, Miss Daimon?" he asked.

She slipped her arm through his. "Wonderful," she said. "I'll be back soon, 
Christopher," she said over her shoulder as I watched them walk away with 
the crowd magically parting for them.

Relieved to be on my own for a while, I wandered through the crowd. A waiter 
came up to me. "Mr Brownlow?" he asked.

"Yes."

"You're wanted upstairs. Third room on the right." He moved away before I 
had a chance to ask him who had sent the message. Maybe it was Judy and she 
wants a little fun after all. My heart quickened and my cock stiffened as I 
pushed through to the stairs.

The crowd thinned out as I moved up the stairs until I was on my own walking 
down the hall. I found the third door and I stepped inside. I reeled in 
shock when I saw Lucy Duivel leaning against a small table, smoking a 
cigarette in a gold cigarette holder. Her blonde hair was fashionably styled 
and she positively glittered in an expensive red dress. Up close, she was 
radiantly beautiful and a perfect representation of all that was female.

"Ms Duivel," I stammered in shock. "I'm Christopher...."

"I know who you are, Brownlow," she said, looking me up and down 
disdainfully. "Do you always bring hookers to company functions?"

"Hooker?" I gaped. "Ms Duivel....."

"Hooker. Prostitute. Whatever. I guess you have hookers in England. Answer 
the question," she snapped.

"Ms Duivel, I had no idea......"

"Crap!" She stared at me coldly as she stubbed her cigarette out in a black 
glass ashtray. "You know I can destroy you, Brownlow," she said calmly. "You 
like New York don't you?"

"Of course," I said quickly.

"I can have you kicked out of the states so fast your nose will bleed from 
the speed. Maybe I should tell Will he's been walking around in front of the 
staff with a hooker on his arm?"

"Ms Duivel, I had no idea. I thought she was a companion for the evening 
and...."

"She may wear a dinky little number with rhinestones all over it but I'm 
guessing she's got nothing on underneath it. She's a hooker, all right." My 
cock stirred at the image of Judy naked under the dress.

"Ms Duivel," I begged. "I'm terribly sorry. What should I do?"

"What ever I say," she said, bluntly.

"Of course," I quickly agreed.

"Drop your pants," she ordered, an amused look creeping into her eyes.

"Ms Duivel," I gasped in shock. "Did I hear correctly?" Did you say..."

"Drop your pants. That's it."

"Why?"

"I want to see your cock."

"Ms Duivel," I stammered. "I, uh...."

"Look kid, this is real simple. I want to see your cock and I get what I 
want. If you don't drop your pants in ten seconds I'm out of here. I'll tell 
Will and everyone else you tried to put your hand up my dress. And you've 
brought a hooker to the dinner. Your choice, kid," she said calmly as I 
gaped at her. "Ten, nine," she stared counting down.

I had no choice. I fumbled with my pants, unzipped them and they fell around 
my ankles. "European under pants. Nice. Lose them," she ordered and I pulled 
them down until they too puddled around my shoes. "Lift your shirt up," she 
said and, blushing, I pulled my shirt up so my genitals were completely 
exposed.

She left me that way for a long moment and, to my shame, I felt my cock 
harden. "Get it hard," she snapped.

"Ms Duivel," I protested weakly.

She laughed. "Are you going to try to tell me you don't jerk off? Get it 
hard. Now!" Surrendering, I gripped my cock with my right hand and started 
the familiar motions as my cock quickly hardened into a full erection. 
"Stop," she ordered and I let my hand fall to my side. I blushed as she 
smilingly studied my hard pulsing cock. "Good," she said and gathered her 
bag. "You better get dressed," she said as she moved towards the door. "I'd 
hate for someone to find you like that." With a laugh, she opened the door, 
stepped out and closed the door behind her.

Shocked, embarrassed and humiliated, I stuffed my hard cock into my tight 
underpants and pulled my pants up. My heart was pounding and I had no idea 
what had just happened but I was so terribly aroused.
End Part 2.



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