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Subject: {ASSM} Hide and Seek (Part 3 of 9) {Davis} (Wife, Exhib, Mast)
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Author: Davis
Title: Hide and Seek (Part 3 of 9)
Summary: Tara continues her search for her abducted
husband.
Keywords: wife, exhib, mast

This story was written with the help of my wife playing the
part of Tara.  The guesses to the clues are hers. She has
enjoyed reading about the things that happened to "her."
We hope you do to.

Email any comments to davis3413 @ hotmail.com
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Part 3

"Well done, very well done indeed, my lady."  The metallic
voice actually sounded pleased.  It troubled Tara that he
knew how her performance went.   Somehow he had been
able to watch it.  She had no time to linger over the
implications of that thought as he continued.

"Time for another clue.  Your third hint is: 'California.'
You may make another guess when ready, my dear."

Tara was still flustered with the emotions that and swept
over her in the club.  She blurted out the first thought that
came to her mind, "Disneyland."  She regretted that choice
as soon as she said it.  Not really a "landmark," was her
internal rebuke.

Predictably, the answer came back over the phone, "Sorry
once again.  As usual you will find the directions to your
next task in the envelope.  Your contact person this time is
named Peter Jackson.  Just do what he says and everything
will be fine.  Talk to you soon, my love."

Tara was growing irritated at the metal voice.  He insisted
on calling her "dear," "sweetie," "babe," and every other
cheesy pet name ever used.  He was just mocking her
helpless state.  But she was helpless and powerless to resist.
So, obediently she started her car and followed the first step
in the directions by turning right onto Cheshire Bridge
Road.

The directions led her to a light industrial complex in North
Atlanta.  The park was made up several rows of steel
buildings.  Small machine shops, plumbing supplies
companies, and all other kinds of mom and pop businesses
had space leased in the facility.  Her directions led Tara to
the last building in the rear of the lot.  It was identical to all
the other buildings with its steel-walled construction and
green tin roof.  The only noticeable difference was that
there was no sign identifying the occupants.  Clearly, the
shop was in use as more than a dozen cars were parked in
front.  But all of the rolling overhead doors were pulled
down and the windows were blacked out.

Tara took a moment to collect her strength before
approaching the door of her next challenge.  Just then a
thought ran through her mind.  "Alcatraz! Fuck!  I should
have guessed Alcatraz."  Without thinking, she grabbed for
the phone that lay in the passenger's side.  Her nimble
fingers navigated through the menus and she returned the
last received call in the phone's log.

On the second ring the metallic voice answer, "Hello..."

Before he could go on Tara blurted out her new guess,
"Alcatraz!! My husband is at Alcatraz!!"

The dispassionate reply waited for Tara's exclamation to
subside, "My dear, there are rules to our little game.  I think
it was made clear that there would be only one guess per
clue.  You have made that guess already and it was
incorrect.  Go tend to your task.  You are never to initiate
contact with me again without my express permission.  For
this breach of the rules, you will be punished at the time of
my choosing.  Step outside the game again, and it will be
your husband that price for your indiscretion.  As far as
your guess goes, I will not comment our being or not being
at Alcatraz. Good bye."

The line went dead.  Tara cursed herself for her impulsive
move.  She was dealing with a methodical man and she
needed to remain as detached from her emotions as
possible to get through this day.  With a lesson learned,
Tara exited the car and went to the building.

Inside she found a receptionist sitting at a metal desk in the
modest, makeshift foyer of the warehouse.  Temporary,
cubical-like walls defined the lobby area.  Tara approached
the attractive young lady at the desk.

"Hi I am here to see a Peter Jackson," she said.

"Are you Tara . . . great.  Peter's been expecting you.  Just
come with me."  The receptionist held the door from the
lobby into the heart of the warehouse open for Tara and
beckoned her to come through.  The temporary walls of the
lobby gave way to self-contained rectangular rooms.  Tara
counted 10 separate rooms.  Each room had a single door
and window. The rooms had their own ceilings at about the
standard 8' height.  That level was well short of the
expansive roofline in the industrially designed building.
Air conditioning ducts dropped into the roof of each room.
And finally, a large conduit of cabling snaked through the
back walls of the squares.  The setup gave the appearance
of 10 isolation chambers in a scientific laboratory.  The
young bride suspected their true purpose was not quite that
noble.

Tara was led to the back of the warehouse to another office
area framed by the same temporary walls as the foyer.
Inside she found Peter.  He was an unimpressive figure.  In
fact, Tara sized him up immediately.  He was a geek.
There was no other term that could describe him.  Short,
scrawny and wearing the stereotypical eyewear, Peter had
never outgrown his high-school awkwardness.  Computer
monitors lined the tabletops around his office walls.  Sci-fi
books and models provided the only decoration to the
functional environment.

It was during her quick survey of the office that Tara got
the first impression to the place's function.  Covering the
dozen or so monitors in the office space were videos of
young girls in various stages of undress.  Some were still in
the process of disrobing while others were completely
naked and positioned to emphasize their feminine charms.
Still others just seemed to be relaxing.

Peter looked up from his work and greeted Tara warmly.
His squeaky voice chirped, "Come on in and sit down,
Tara.  I've been waiting all day to get to meet you."

"Me?  Why am I so special?"  Tara really did hope he knew
something.  Peter's meek presence put Tara at ease and
allowed her to feel in control for just an instant.

If he did know the person behind her torment, Peter was not
about to share,  "That's not really anything I can discuss
right now.  So you ready to get started or what?"

Tara was uncertain what that meant, "Doing what?  Why
am I here?"

Peter chuckled, "Well damn, he didn't tell you.  That's
rich."  Stifling his laughter he continued, "So you don't
know what we do here, then?"

Tara shook her head, 'no.'

"Tara, you are in the corporate offices of
FreeSexCams.com.  Well, they're not exactly free, but we
gotta pay the bills somehow," Peter smirked.

"You are here to work a shift for us.  Your admirer hired us
to give you one of the rooms. I was told to treat you like
any other employee and to make sure that your shift meets
with our company standards.  So you'll be here until you
meet our revenue quota for the room you are in and then
you'll be free to go.  Got it?"

"I guess so.  I'm going to be stripping in front of a camera,
right?"

Peter pointed to the monitors around the room, "You're
going to be doing what their doing.  You see, each one of
those girls has a computer in the room with them. That
computer is logged into a chat room which is hopefully full
of men.  Their job is to keep the men in the chat. The
longer the men stay, the more money the girl brings in.  It
is her job to keep them interested enough to keep spending
cash on her.  So just stripping won't cut it, Tara.  Those
men are going to ask you to do all kind of things. The more
you respond to their requests, the more likely they are to
stay.  But if you just lay around like a dead fish, they'll
leave and you'll be in that room a long time tonight.  It's
pretty simple really.  Just think of yourself as their real-life
Barbie doll.  It is your job to let the men put you in any
position they want and then let them watch you do
whatever they ask in that position.  Catchin' on yet?"

"Yes, I think so."

"Great, its pretty simple.  You've done some dancin'
right?"  Tara sheepishly nodded in agreement.  "Well, this
isn't much different.  Just keep smilin', flirtin', strippin',
and touchin' and you'll do great.  Now, let's go get you
dressed up."

Peter took Tara's hand and led her into the third different
changing area for the day.  Peter selected a black form-
fitting cami for her top with a pair of matching black boy
short pajama bottoms.  He handed the small outfit to the
young mother.

Peter made no move to leave and give Tara any privacy.
She understood his intentions.  For the third time in the
day, Tara removed her clothing under the watchful eyes of
a person she had met just a few minutes before.

Peter glowed in admiration of the mature woman's body as
she voluntarily exposed it to him.  Peter had sized up Tara
just as quickly as she had him earlier.  Peter took great
satisfaction in his life.  The girls walking in and out of his
warehouse on a daily basis were all the kind of girls that
had never given him a second glance, or even a first glance.
Now, they came to him and willingly removed their
clothing day after day for a chance to earn a few bucks in
his shop.  Hell, he had even managed to bed a few of the
more choice girls along the way.

Tara may have been older than most of his workers, but
that just made her all the more appealing to him. He deeply
appreciated the subtle sexuality that her life experienced
had refined beyond the comprehension of any 18-year old
girl.  Peter's cock stiffened quickly and throbbed as his
eyes feasted on Tara's succulent flesh.  Too bad she would
only be here for a few hours.

With Tara freshly changed into the skimpy pajamas, Peter
led her to her cubical for her shift.  Inside the room was
filled with a large bed.  A shelf at the foot of the bed held a
computer monitor, keyboard and digital video camera and a
microphone for Tara to converse with the chatters.  A
second shelf at the head of the bed held a generous supply
of dildos, vibrators, lubes, and other sexual paraphernalia.
Peter gave Tara a quick run down of how the system
worked.  The last feature he pointed to on the company's
software was the revenue counter.  It was an important
feature for Tara.

"Now your shift runs until that counter reaches $250.  The
men pay an average of $.25 per minute to stay in the room.
That means you need 1,000 total minutes of men in the chat
before you get out.  Just to give you an idea of what that
means, if you average 10 men in the room at a time, you'll
be in here for just over an hour and half.  So sit tight and
I'll go turn your room on.  As soon as you see men come in
the room, get to work and start earning your keep." Peter
patted Tara on the ass as he left the room.

Tara lay on her side on the bed while Peter configured the
network to include her room's stream.  She had a few
minutes of solitude and that was not such a good thing.
The same moral conflict she felt at the Doll House had time
to sink in here also.  At the club, she was able to overcome
her reluctance with the assistance of high-energy music and
a raucous crowd.  But in this room it would only be her.
There was no music, no energy, and no eager men urging
her own with their lust-filled eyes.

A chime broke her reflection.  The chat room had come
alive with the first visitor.  The username bigdaddy69
appeared in the user box.

Bigdaddy69:  Hi darling!

Tara took a deep breath and went to work.  She rolled to
her stomach and with her biggest phony grin greeted her
first client, "Hi Bigdaddy, you like some 69 action, do ya?"

Bigdaddy69:  Ummmm, sure do honey.  I'd love to have to
you sitting on face and sucking my big dick.

Tara played along.  She reached back behind her and
retrieved a large, realistic looking dildo from the shelf,
"You mean like this, baby."

She took the hard shaft and stroked its length with her
tongue until its entire circumference was coated in her
saliva.  Tara sat up close to the camera and then started
performing her best blowjob on the rubber cock.

The chimes began going off in earnest as several men
entered the chat room. They were greeted by to the erotic
sight of Tara's cheeks swelling under the pressure for
vigorous sucking.

"Come on in boys.  What'cha you boys want?"

Text replies started pouring in.

Johnnie:  Show your tits!!
blackwaRRior: Keep sucking my cock bitch.
Bigdaddy69:  yeah..we want tits ?
raginhardon: OMG!!! your smokin'.  I wanna fuck you
FUCK YOU!!!
crx600:  come on baby...show ur pussy
Johnnie: TITS TITS TITS TITS!!!!

Tara lowered the play cock between her swollen breasts.
"You want to see these tits...these tits right
here....mmmmm...I want to feel all your hard, wet cocks
sliding between my titties.  Your cocks are hard right?
Take em out the stroke 'em for be boys...."

Tara's conscience pierced her heart as she urged her clients
on.  The words burned her tongue as they slipped from her
parched lips.  This experience was so much more intimate
than the club had been.

raginhardon: its been out baby...all 9 fat, fucking inches of
it...pointing right at you....
Scott:  wow Tara youre a doll.
Johnnie: come on sugar show me those big ole boobies....

"Whatever you want little Johnnie."  The housewife
struggled to lock away her conflicted thoughts and
responded to the men's demands.

Tara's hands slipped the thin straps of her camisole off of
her delicate shoulders.  She inserted the round head of the
dildo into the top of the garment and pressed gently down.
The pressure slowly pulled the taut fabric down the mounds
contained within it.  When the cloth passed the peak of her
chest the large breasts sprang into open air.

Johnnie:  god damn yea....that what we want..
Bigdaddy69:  I love big natural tits....what a goddess.
petenstacie:  you are beautiful Tara.
crx600:  look at those nipples.  I want to suck on them right
now.

Tara's count on the screen showed 13 men in the room.
Her tally increased quickly to $33.  Tara took her breasts
into her arms pressed them together.  She leaned in to the
camera to give the crowd a lens full of her curvaceous
form.

"Yeah, boys I love to have my titties sucked and
fucked...Oh god, I'm so horny just thinking about your
dicks between right here in my cleavage.  Damn, my pussy
is on fire." To her humiliation, she was not lying.  Just as in
the club, her body's response triumphed over her mind's
reluctance.  She could feel the drops of her arousal forming
along the delicate folds of her pussy.

Johnnie:YEA PUSSY, we want pussy....
blackwaRRior: fuck man, chill. she'll get to her pussy soon
enough.
Johnnie: fuck off...PUSSY...show your pussy!!!
petenstacie: we're licking your tittie right now.  Pete is on
the left and I am on the right.

It hadn't occurred to Tara that a woman might be watching
her little show. "That's so hot, Stacie.  I wish I could suck
your titties back.  Tara pushed her left nipple up and licked
it with her own tongue.

petenstacie: that's nice baby.
Tinytim:  Hi, all.  Hi, Tara.
Bigdaddy69:  Go ahead and get naked baby.
Johnnie:  what he said. I wanna see your pussy.

Tara heeded the directions from her audience.  She leaned
back on her ass and slid her hands inside the elastic bands
of the boy shorts.  Pressing back onto her elbows and
shoulders and with her feet planted on the bed, she lifted
her mid-section off the covers and slid the shorts to her
knees.  The crotch of the shorts blocked the camera's lens
from revealing her sex.

Once the panties reached her knees, Tara lowered her body
to the bed and kicked the shorts off.  Lying flat on her back,
the camera showed a full frontal shot of her nude form.
The chat room continued to praise her performance.  There
were still over a dozen names in the user list.  Tara's tally
passed the $70 mark.

scott: roll over so we can see your ass.
Johnnie:  hell yeah...ass.ass.ass...
raginhardon: gotta agree. ass time.

The naked performer seductively turned over to her
stomach.  Tara arched her lower back to push her round ass
toward the camera.  The backward pressure continued until
she had risen to her knees with her shoulders still on the
bed. This position shoved her apple-shaped backside
directly toward the waiting camera.  The masturbating men
got a full close-up of the moist slit perched between the
cheeks of her ass.

Johnnie: fuck yeah...that's it you little slut.
Bigdaddy69:  damn, she looks wet.  looks ready to get it
on.
blackwaRRior:  my black cock looks like it's found a new
home.

Tara was gathering a large crowd.  The user list pushed
passed 20 and her account pressed on to over $175.  Just a
few more minutes and it would be over.  She could have
coasted home from that point.  A few more hips thrusts and
shove her tits in the camera a couple of more times and
Tara would be out of there.  But the crowd was right.
Tara's pussy was dripping wet.  Lust had overtaken the
mother of three.

Tara clawed around the bed until she grabbed a hold of the
large dildo that had become her prop.  A few quick thrusts
deep inside her mouth ensured the member was fully
lubricated.  With the camera training down on her ready
pussy, Tara slammed the rubber penis into her snatch.

"unnnnnngh..." she moaned.  Her sensitive cunt had been
begging for this moment since she left the stage at the club.
Tara's hands pounded the hard toy into her body with
savage jab after jab.  The sloppy sounds of her own
moisture mixed with her moans of delight to give her
audience the erotic symphony they were paying to see.

bmwguy: damn, she's gonna explode.
Bigdaddy69:  yeah sweetie, cum for daddy.
Johnnie: smack that pussy slut.

Tara didn't need the encouragement of the audience.  One
last grind against the solid formed ridges of the dildo buried
in her vagina was all the urging on she needed.  Her body
spasmed uncontrollably as the walls of her pussy contracted
against the unrelenting form of the intruder ravaging her
body.

Her audience filled the room with praise as they witnessed
the streams her juices coat the base of her cock.  Tara's
thighs soon glistened from the overflow of her own cum.

As she lay spent on the bed her account total had pushed
well beyond the need $250.

Bigdaddy69:  great show sweetie.. worth every penny.
raginhardon:  ditto
petenstacie: we're in love with you darling.

One by one Tara's cyber lovers left her alone to recover.

When Tara exited, Peter was there to usher her back to the
rear.  Again as she gathered her clothing, she noticed a
piece had been exchanged.  The full-cupped bra she wore
into the warehouse was gone.  In its place she found the
match bra to the panties she got at the club.  It was a lace
trimmed-shelf bra that left her breasts almost completely
exposed.

Peter also handed her a manila folder just as Rita did at the
club.  It was sealed and Tara knew better than to open it.

Tara made her way out of the shop and to her car.  Her
phone rang again.
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