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Subject: {ASSM} Turnabout (F/M, Fdom, oral) Part 3 of 5
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Here is part three.

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Turnabout (F/M, Fdom, oral) Part 3 of 5


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. 



End Part Three


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