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Lesson



   By Ed Rider



   "You look like the cat that swallowed the canary," said Eleanor after
Neil turned off the television set and turned to face her.  "I thought you
were so tired you were going to bed early.  What did you do?"

   "Sit down," he said.  "You're not going to believe this.

   "OK," she said.  "But I hope this doesn't take long.  I am dead tired."

   "So am I," he said, "but I didn't want to go to bed without telling you
a couple of things.  Number one, I cheated on you tonight.  Number two, we
have to move out of here, or at least I have to."

   Eleanor was suddenly wide awake.  "You're not being funny, Neil," she
said.  "I hope this is a joke, because you know that number one would mean
we're finished.  I told you that when we first moved in together.  Now are
you going to tell me what you're talking about?"

   "Yes," he said, "but you're not going to believe it."



   When James and Inga moved into the expensive building a couple of floors
above the condo Neil and Eleanor were subletting, everyone in the building
was talking about how they had taken the entire floor, which was normally
four condos.

   James had a reputation for a being a ruthless businessman who
overwhelmed anyone who went up against him.  He was crude, obnoxious and
overbearing, especially to those who didn't have as much money as he did.
Even his appearance was intimidating.  He was a giant, at least 6 feet 5,
and he looked as powerful as when he was a college football lineman.  He
had a short fuse, and there were stories about him putting a few men who
crossed him in the hospital.  It was said that he considered the medical
bills and damages part of the overhead to keep his reputation fresh.

   Neil had checked James out one time when his company was considering a
joint venture, but everything he found out pointed to trouble, so the
company passed on the deal.

   Inga had once been James' executive secretary, but if anyone thought she
was important to his success, that was before they met her in person.  She
was a classic beauty, with a voluptuous body even more stunning than her
face, but once she opened her mouth and men heard her high, breathy voice
speaking in her backwoods Southern drawl, their minds were focused
completely on sexual daydreams involving her.

   Some thought James used her to distract men he dealt with, but everyone
who met them together knew that couldn't be true, because James was
insanely jealous, even before they were married and she retired from work.
He had told dozens of men how many pieces their bodies would be broken into
if they so much as looked twice at Inga, and his obsessive jealousy
sometimes drove business away because his threats were so frightening in
their intensity.

   When they moved into the building, they kept to themselves.  The women
who lived there noticed that Inga sometimes had female friends visit during
the day when James was at work, but they never saw any couples come to
their home.  The men couldn't help noticing Inga, who no longer dressed in
business clothes.  Even though she wore expensive designer outfits, her
body seemed to be barely contained by them, and it always looked like it
wanted to break out so it could be naked and ready for sex.  The women in
the building thought she looked like a slut and resented the stares she
drew from their men.  The boyfriends and husbands were lost in wonder
whenever they saw her.

   A couple of them stopped looking at her after being caught by James.  He
didn't attack them physically, and he didn't use the language he was famous
for, maybe because Inga was present.  But each time, he had moved close to
the admiring man and told him quietly about the things that would be done
to him if he ever looked at Inga again.

   Neil had heard the stories, so he was careful to never glance in Inga's
direction when he saw her with James.  But that didn't help him earlier
that evening when he came home late from work.  Eleanor was out for the
night with her friends, and he was exhausted from work and looking forward
to chilling with some leftovers and a glass of wine.  He saw James and Inga
in the lobby through the glass when he got out of the taxi.  James was so
large, he was always noticeable.

   He opened the door and had to make a slight detour around them to get to
the elevator.  Suddenly, he was spun around, and two arms lifted him into
the air.  It was James, who easily carried him toward the elevator and set
him back down on the floor.  All Neil could see was his huge body hulking
over him, and all he could hear was the hiss of his voice.

   "Did you just touch my wife, buddy?" said James.

   "No," said Neil.  He heard the fright in his voice and was disgusted
with himself, but he also knew that he had to say and do anything that
would keep him from ending in the emergency room.

   "It sure looked like it," said James.  "I don't know if I believe you. I
should rip your lying tongue out of your mouth right now, but I don't want
to upset my wife.  You better not get within 10 feet of her from now on,
and I better not see you looking at her if you don't want to end up in a
hundred pieces.  Do you understand me?"

   "Y-yes," said Neil.

   "Honey, who are you talking to?" said a high, breathy voice from behind
James.

   James ignored her.  He leaned over so his face was next to Neil's and
whispered.  "You better stand here facing the elevator and disappear as
fast as you can."

   "Honey," said the voice, which was getting closer.

   Neil turned around and faced the elevator, shaking.

   "No, Honey," said the voice.  "Get out of my way, please."

   There was a tap on Neil's shoulder, but he didn't turn around.  He faced
the elevator as if he was at attention in the Army, his arms at his sides,
his head straight and stiff.  Then he felt her body.

   "I'm sorry," she said.  She had squeezed between him and the elevator
and her breasts and thighs where pushing into him.  He looked down and saw
she was falling out of her dress, and he almost screamed in fright as he
stepped back from her.

   "I'm sorry," she said again.  "I didn't mean to startle you.  But I saw
my husband talking to you.  Don't you live here?"

   "Yes," said Neil in a quavering voice.

   "We're new in the building," she said, "and we haven't met anyone yet.
My name is Inga.  I guess you already know my husband.  He seems to have
met a few men from the building already, but I haven't met any of their
wives or friends.  Are you married?"

   "No," said Neil, "but I live with my girlfriend, and we've been together
three years."

   "What are your names, if you don't mind my asking," she said, and Neil
told her.

   "Well, I hope we have a chance to get together sometime," she said.  "Do
you mind my asking what you and James were talking about?"

   "Nothing," said Neil, looking around.  He felt the presence of James
behind him.

   "I don't mean to pry," she said, "but I've seen James talking to several
men in the building, and he's never told me what they said, so I'm just
curious.  You seem a little upset, and they were, too, and that's why I'm
concerned."

   "It was nothing," said Neil.

   "OK," she said.  "If that's the way you want it.  Please don't think I'm
angry with you.  James will tell me.  Yes he will.  Tonight.  This has gone
far enough.  Oh, here's the elevator."

   The three of them got on, and all faced the door silently.  Neil got off
first, and as soon as the door to his floor opened, he briskly walked out
and down the hall, opened his door, slammed it behind him and collapsed
onto the couch, where he sat breathing heavily for a few minutes.

   After he finally shook off the icy fear that had gripped him, he poured
himself a glass of wine and turned on the television.  He no longer felt
tired and hungry.  He felt numb and lifeless.  He sipped the last of the
wine and still didn't feel like getting up from the couch, but he forced
himself to change from his suit to a pair of shorts and T-shirt and look in
the refrigerator for something to eat.

   That's when the doorbell rang.  He opened it, and the icy chill came
back.  It was Inga, and she had changed.  Her outfit at the elevator was
provocative enough, but the dress she was wearing now was made of
diaphanous layers of material, and as her body shifted in the light, one
moment he could swear that he saw all the way through to every private part
she owned, and the next he wasn't sure.  Someone like her wearing an outfit
like that could start a riot, he thought, but he was too afraid to
appreciate it.

   "Hi Neil," she said in her airy, clueless voice.  She was a brunette,
but her voice was the voice of a million blonde jokes.  "The doorman was
nice enough to tell me where you lived.  I'd like to come in and talk to
you and Eleanor a moment."

   "Eleanor's not home," he said, and he was ashamed of how tiny his voice
was.

   "May I come in anyway?" she said.

   "I don't think that's a good idea," he said.

   "But I need to talk to you," she said.

   "There's really nothing to talk about," he said.

   "I don't mean to insult you, but I have to disagree," she said.  "I want
to talk about James.  I don't want to be pushy, but this is very important
to me.  I know you're scared, but I need some help, because I want to take
care of this tonight.  Please help me.  I promise you all we'll do is talk,
and you won't be in any danger from James."

   "I'm really sorry I can't help you," said Neil.  Even though James was
not there, he tried to avoid looking at her.  He focused on her eyes and
her forehead.

   She stood there looking at him for a minute without saying anything. 
Except for the fact that she obviously had no brains, it looked like she
was thinking, he thought.

   "OK, Neil," she said, and her voice sounded a bit put out.  It was cute,
like a little girl pouting, but he reminded himself that broken bones
weren't cute.  "I was hoping for some counseling to help me understand and
deal with my problem.  I guess I'll have to do this on my own.  But that's
all right.  I'm already thinking of some ideas.  Maybe they'll work.  When
did you say Eleanor is coming home?"

   "Oh, she won't be home until way past midnight," he said.  He could
visualize Eleanor opening the door to Inga dressed like this and Inga
telling her she and he had been talking about her marital problems.  I'm
not out of danger yet, he thought, but Eleanor won't break my bones.  At
least, I don't think she would.  She does have a temper.

   "Thanks," said Inga and spun around and walked to the elevator.  He
watched her for a second and could swear he saw her firm buttocks swaying
and pulsating under the filmy layers of her dress, or negligee or whatever
it was.  But then he quickly closed the door and turned the deadbolt, which
he usually never did.

   He started to pour another glass of wine, but decided he better get his
dinner together first.  A half-hour later, he was eating and sipping while
still trying to forget about what had happened earlier when the phone rang.
He had a bad premonition when he picked it up, and he knew he was right as
soon as he heard her voice.  He wanted to slam down the receiver, but he
was afraid to.

   "Hi Neil," said Inga.  "The doorman was nice enough to give me your
number.  Please don't hang up.  Are you free?"

   "I'm eating dinner," he said.

   "Oh," she said.  "I understand.  Well, in that case, please come up when
you're done.  I'll look for you in half an hour."

   "I can't come," he said and held his breath.

   "I'm sorry, Neil," she said.  "I hate to do this, but when I asked if I
could talk to you for a few minutes, you turned me down.  So I had to work
on this myself.  I can't do it alone, so you need to come up here."

   "I can't," he said.

   "That doesn't work, Neil," she said.  "If you're too scared to come here
by yourself, James is going to come down and help you.  I looked at your
door, by the way.  The locks are good, but the door itself is really thin.
When you come up, you can look at our solid front door.  I'll be glad to
give you the name of our carpenter.

   "Neil, I know you're scared of James, and I don't want to send him down
to get you, but I will if I have to, and I'll pay for your solid, new door
if I have to.  Neil, please come up on your own.  I promise you that you
won't be in any danger.  I swear it.  Please trust me."

   Neil was frantic.  Should he tell her that he didn't care what she
promised or swore.  She couldn't prevent James from going into a jealous
rage and breaking him apart.  She was just the beautiful airhead wife, one
of her husband's toys.  On the other hand, maybe she could get James to
come and break down his door.  What should he do?

   "OK," he said quietly.  "I'll be there."

   "Thank you so much, Neil," she said.  "And please don't worry.  I just
need your help a little, and you'll be back long before Eleanor comes home.
She doesn't need to know anything about this."

   "OK," he said, as he thought, oh my god, what is she going to do with
me?



   When she opened up the door a half-hour later, she was still wearing
that dress.  He tried to look her in the eyes as she said, "Hi Neil. 
Thanks so much for coming.  Please come in."

   As he stepped into their home, he looked in every direction and even
turned around.  She watched him.

   "I love what our decorator did," she said.  "I'd be glad to give you and
Eleanor a tour."

   That really spooked him.  The thought of Eleanor here with him and Inga
in that dress caused him to breathe deeply.

   "Oh," she said, "you are looking for James.  Don't worry.  I've made
sure we're not interrupted.  Come sit on the couch next to me.  I see
you're afraid to look at me.  That way you can just look at my face.  You
need to relax now.  Nobody is going to hurt you, no matter what happens
here."

   "What do you mean by what happens," Neil blurted out, and then quickly
said, "I'm sorry.  I didn't mean to be rude."

   "Right here," she said, patting her hand on the couch.  He sat down and
felt his knees touching hers.  He tried to move away, but the arm of the
couch prevented him.  He thought about facing forward, but then she could
move even closer to him, so he looked at her face.

   "There," she said.  "I know you're not comfortable yet, but please just
listen for now.  If you can relax a little, this will be a lot easier.

   "First, I need to tell you about James and me.  You've probably heard
all sorts of stories, because James is such an unusual person.  Some of
them are true.  He's really an aggressive man in business, and he's been
unscrupulous, too, but I'm working on that.

   "Do you know I used to be his executive assistant?  You do?  The reason
I had that job is because he's so smart.  I was working for one of the
companies that was joint venturing with him on a big project.  He realized
that I was really running that company, and my bosses would just do what I
told them because it was making them rich.

   "He lured me away at a huge salary for a little country girl and then
turned over his entire operation to me so that he didn't have to worry
while he was out making new deals.  For some reason, he fell for me, too,
but I told him I didn't mix business with pleasure and, for sure, I didn't
mix it with love.  At first he left me alone, but a couple of years ago, he
told me that he loved me so much that he would let me quit if I married
him. I loved him, too, even though I knew he was a rough diamond that
needed a lot of polishing.

   "I told him that he didn't want to marry me, because if he did, I was
going to change him.  I said that he was a wild mustang who needed a
cowgirl to break him and civilize him, and if I agreed to marry him, he
would have to accept me as the boss in our personal life, and he would have
to give me his complete obedience and loyalty at home, like I had always
given him at work.

   "Not only that, I told him that I was also going to interfere with his
business.  I said that I didn't mind him being ambitious and competitive,
but I was going to work on his style.  I didn't want to spend my life with
someone everyone in town hated.  He wasn't happy about all this, so I gave
his ring back to him and told him I'd continue working for him as long as
he wanted, but he was never to mention love or marriage to me again, or I'd
quit.

   "He really surprised me a couple of months later in the middle of a
meeting.  The entire staff was there when he kneeled and proposed.  He gave
me a ring with a diamond twice as large as before and vowed in front of
everyone there that no matter what I wanted, it was mine, and no matter
what I told him to do, he would do it.  He also warned everyone at the
meeting that they were witnessing a company secret, and if they told
anyone, he'd sue them for as long as it took to bankrupt them with court
costs.  I think the word got out anyway, but I heard that a lot of people
think it's just a story and never really happened.

   "I do love James deeply.  I know Rome wasn't built in a day, so I've
been working on him patiently.  When we moved here, I was looking forward
to meeting some nice couples who aren't put off by our money and starting
to build a social life.  But we've been here for months, and nothing has
happened.  I started thinking everyone in the building was icy cold, but
then I saw James talking to one of the men.  He wouldn't tell me what they
were talking about, and I didn't press him.

   "But it happened a few more times, and when I saw him talking to you
today, I decided that there was something going on I had to know about. 
After we left you and went home, I wouldn't let him off the hook, and
finally he broke down and told me everything.

   "I was shocked, but not because he was insanely jealous and possessive.
There were incidents at work that I had to smooth over.  But he knew how
much it meant to me for us to fit in here and start socializing.  I told
him again and again before the wedding that I wouldn't live in his goldfish
bowl, no matter how jealous he was, and that if he tried to cage me -- that
sounds stupid, caging a goldfish, but you get what I mean.  I told him that
would be grounds for divorce.

   "So when he confessed what he had said to you and the others, I told him
that he hadn't learned his lesson and he had made promises that he wasn't
keeping and he had shown me that I can't depend on him changing his ways
voluntarily.  I said he wasn't a wild mustang but an ornery donkey and that
I needed to train him like a donkey.

   "I said that I was going to use the carrot and the stick on him, just
like a donkey, until he was housebroken -- I mean housebroken like a dog,
not a housebroken donkey, but you get what I mean.  I said that when he had
that meeting where he proposed, he promised me unconditional obedience.  I
said that I didn't think I'd ever have to call him on that promise, but now
I was going to.

   "I told him that he had a choice to make.  I was going to start his
donkey training immediately, but if he objected, I would just move out and
see him in court.  We didn't have a pre-nuptial agreement, but I told him
that I didn't want a thing from him, and we could have our marriage
annulled, and he could keep his money and his nasty temper and his jealousy
and his lack of control and forget we ever met.

   "I really wondered what he would do when I put things like that.  At
first, he tried to argue with me and browbeat me, but when he saw it wasn't
working, he broke down, and then he got on his knees and begged me to stay
and said he would do whatever I told him to do.

   "That all happened after we left you.  When he said all those things, I
was thinking that I really didn't know where to go from there.  I knew I
had to do something, but what?  I thought about you and how maybe I could
talk to you and get some ideas.  I told James I was going to your place,
and he begged me not to.  Then I put on this outfit that drives him wild,
and he almost went out of his mind as I was getting ready to walk out the
door.  But he didn't lift a finger or say anything except beg me to not go
to you.

   "I was going to explain my outfit to your wife and ask her if I could
talk to you or all three of us could talk.  But she wasn't home, and you
were so scared of James that you refused to help me.  Pardon me for
thinking you were a coward and getting angry when you wouldn't believe me.
I realize that I can't think of any man who isn't scared of James.

   "I owe you an apology," said Neil.  "I was totally scared to death, and
also I felt you were in danger, but I didn't lift a finger to help you.  I
hope you believe me that I'm really ashamed.  Also, forgive me for thinking
you were stupid and just a plaything for James."

   "Because I look like this and talk like this," she said.  "Don't worry.
I'm used to it, and frankly, I don't care.  My voice and my body have been
useful tools at work.  Women executives usually catch on to me, but even
when they do, their male colleagues don't believe them.  So I accomplished
a lot for myself and then for James.  But I'm no longer working, so I've
got to learn how to tone down my act.  I've been trying, but I think I'm
going to need some help.

   "Anyway, Neil, apology accepted.  I wish I could have thought of someone
else so you wouldn't have to be here, but I couldn't.  When I worked out
the donkey training, I knew that I would be the carrot, but I needed a
stick.  You are the stick."

   "Oh no!" Neil said.  "I can't get involved in this.  This is between you
and James."

   "First of all," said Inga, "please call me Inga from now on and think of
me as your friend.  I'm not going to let anything happen to you.  James
will not touch a hair on your head.  And Eleanor doesn't need to know
anything."

   "What does that mean?" said Neil.

   "That means that you're going to do some things that you won't want to
tell her," said Inga.  "Nobody in the world will ever know except you, me
and James, so she will never find out.  Now, I don't want to waste time.  I
want to be finished long before your wife comes home, which means we need
to start now."

   "No, I can't do this," said Neil.

   "Yes you can," said Inga, "and you will.  I'm serious about saving my
marriage.  This is about me and James.  Just remember that for the next
hour.  It's not about you and me.  No matter what I say and do, remember,
you're just the stick.

   "I'm not strong enough to keep you from leaving right now, but I'm so
determined to do this that I'll send James to get you.  He's not going to
like the stick, and even though he won't dare rough you up -- remember,
that's my promise -- I'd still rather not send him after you."

   "Please, don't make me do this," said Neil, standing up.

   "I'm sorry, Neil," Inga said.  "I'm glad you stood up.  You've got two
ways to go now.  To the right is the bedroom, where I'm asking you to go.
To the left is the front door and the way back to your place, where you can
wait until I send James for you, which will be very soon.  Which way are
you going?

   "You're not moving, Neil.  We don't have a lot of time.  If I have to
call on James, he may have to put his hands on you, not to hurt you, just
to get you started.  I don't think you want that.

   "You're still not moving, Neil.  I'm giving you one minute to decide. 
Please just accept that you're the stick.  This has nothing to do with you
and me.  You're just the stick.  That's it, look to the right.  That's the
bedroom.  Take one step in that direction.  Nothing will happen to you,
Neil.  Keep going.  I'm right behind you.  That's the way.  Just relax and
breathe deeply.  It's going to be all right."

   The bedroom was brightly lit, and the bed was gigantic.  It must be
custom made to fit James, Neil thought.

   "Stand right there, Neil," said Inga, standing by the headboard and
pointing to the foot of the bed.  "Now look at me and nowhere else and take
off your clothes.  Don't say anything, Neil.  Just look at me and remind
yourself, you're the stick.  That all you are, the stick."

   He started to say something, but then he couldn't think of anything else
to say.  The bottom line was that he was afraid to cross her, so he would
do what she told him.  She said it would only be an hour.  He would try to
be her mindless stick for the next hour and do whatever she wanted, which
was probably some kind of revenge sex, and then he would go home and decide
whether to tell Eleanor.

   He looked at her as he took off his clothes.  She was taking off her
outfit slowly.  As her body revealed itself through all the layers of
gauze, it seemed to radiate lust at him.  He tried to remain calm and kept
telling himself he was only the stick.  But his own stick sprang to
attention, and soon it was straining against the body that it was attached
to.  He looked down and saw it was pointing at Inga like a spear.

   He saw her look at him and smile.  Her smile was innocent, as if it
didn't know that the rest of her body looked like it was burning with lust.
"You're doing fine, Neil," she said.  "Don't worry."

   She's still trying to encourage me, he thought.  She obviously has no
idea that this thing in front of me is taking over my brain, and it doesn't
care if I die.

   She got onto the bed and lay against some pillows that propped up her
back a little.  She smiled at him as she brought her legs up and then
slowly began to open her knees.  "I like to be natural, and James loves
that," she said.  "I hope it doesn't turn you off."

   He stared at the ball of hair she was slowly exposing as her knees moved
further apart.  Her bush was even bigger than Eleanor's but it was lighter
and curlier.  It was hypnotizing him.  He stood by the bed staring at it as
she opened her legs.

   Finally, her legs stopped.  He saw a slight streak of red in the middle
of her hair, and it was shiny from moisture.  "I'm ready," she said.  "I'd
like you to use your tongue, but if you're disgusted with how I look, you
can just skip that part.  This has me so aroused that I'm already all
lubricated and ready.  So it's up to you, Neil.  Oooooh."

   He didn't wait until she finished before getting onto the bed and
putting his head between her legs.  As his tongue touched her, she began
sighing and moaning, and in a minute his tongue and her cries were in
rhythm.  She swung her legs around him and used them to pull him further
into her.  They went over his ears, and he suddenly lost his hearing.  For
him, it magnified his senses of touch and taste.  His tongue was probing
inside her and lapping up her juices.  His head felt her body writhing, and
it inflamed him and made his tongue move even faster.  His eyes feasted on
the hair above her vagina.

   Then there was a flash of dark color.  He couldn't see it, but he sensed
it in with his peripheral vision because it contrasted strongly with her
pale skin color.  He tried to lift his head to see what it was.  She pulled
her legs tighter against his head, and he had difficulty getting free, but
he pushed his head over her belly and up her body.  As he did, she put her
arms around him and held him tight.  He was in a double vise now, held by
both her arms and legs, but he finally was able to free his head and look
around.  When he did, his blood ran cold.

   Kneeling on the carpet next to the bed was James, and from the
expression on his face, he was ready to tear Neil apart.

   Without thinking, Neil yelled out, "No!" and tried to get up, but Inga's
arms and legs got even tighter around him, and he could barely move.  He
began reaching around behind him to pry them loose, knowing it was probably
already too late.  He was a dead man.

   "Stop!" shouted Inga.  "It's all right, Neil.  James is not going to
hurt you.  He didn't touch you yet, and he's been filming us since you
walked in.  Do you see the camera in his hand?  Look at him.  Do you see
the camera?  Talk to me, Neil.  I don't want you to have a heart attack. 
Do you see it?"

   "Yes," said Neil.  He could barely whisper.  A few seconds ago he had
been totally consumed with lust.  Now his sweat had turned to ice, and he
was shivering.  He felt her warm hands stroking his back and her silly,
airy voice trying to calm him down.

   "Just relax, Neil," she said.  "This is part of the lesson I'm teaching
James.  I've never been unfaithful to him before, but he has to learn that
if he can't control himself, he will be humiliated in the worst way he can
imagine.  That's why he's watching us and filming us.  He's so jealous that
he's almost ready to explode, but he knows if he does, we're through.  He
loves me so much that he's letting me torture him like this, and I love you
just as much, James.

   "I'm enjoying Neil, James.  Yes, I'm enjoying him, and he's wonderful.
I've already come three times, James.  But he's not you.  I'm doing this
for you, James.  You have to learn your lesson.  I want to be married to
you forever and have a wonderful family, but if you don't learn your
lesson, you could destroy everything.  You understand, don't you, James? 
Neil is just the stick.  So make sure you film everything and get a lot of
close-ups, because you're going to be watching that video a lot in the next
few days, and if I ever see you starting to slide, you'll be watching it
again.

   "I hope I don't have to do this again with Neil, but I will if I have
to, James.  It's up to you.  If you learn your lesson, I won't need Neil
for a refresher course.  That's it.  I see you're calming down.  I know
you're angry, and you want to hurt Neil, but you're going to stay calm and
learn your lesson."

   As she spoke, Neil was expecting to feel James' huge hands on him, but
nothing happened, and gradually he calmed down.  His erection had
disappeared, and he didn't feel at all excited about Inga's arms and legs
wrapped around him or her warm body.  All he could think about was how he
could get out of there before James lost control and attacked him.

   "I think James is doing fine now, Neil," Inga said.  "How are you doing?
I know you're not aroused any longer, but I'll take care of that.  Just try
to relax.  We're almost done.

   "I want you to hold me tight now, like I'm holding you, and then we're
going to roll over, and I'm going to have sex with you while James films me
riding you.  Are you ready?  That's it.  Put your arms around me.  Don't
think about anything except that you are the stick, nothing but the stick.
OK, let's roll.

   "That was good.  Now you can drop your arms, and I'm going slide down
like this and --"

   At the same time Neil inhaled sharply, he heard a loud growl.  Inga let
his penis drop from her mouth and lifted up her head.  "I don't want to
hear anything from you, James," she said.  "Just keep quiet and focus on
what I'm doing to Neil and make sure you get it all on the video.  You know
I never did this for anyone else but you, but today I have to do it for
Neil so you will learn your lesson.  I see you are crying.  That's good,
because it shows that the humiliation is getting through to you.  Now you
can start learning your lesson."

   She lowered her head and sucked Neil in again.  As unenthusiastic as he
was about what was happening, his penis didn't seem to care.  It was as
hard as a rock in less than a minute, and then she mounted him.  She
started slowly, but soon she was riding wildly and making high-pitched
sighs and squeaks of pleasure.  He felt her coming a few more times, and
then she lifted up so his penis fell out of her and lay on top of him.  She
asked him to roll again.

   When he was on top, she guided him into her, and he followed her
directions and began slowly moving in and out of her.  Her legs wrapped
around him and went high on his back.  Each time he raised up, her legs
pulled him harder against her until he was pounding her violently.  She
kept on having more orgasms and making louder noises.

   Although he was aroused, Neil felt like a mechanical man at first.  She
was setting the pace, and he felt some pleasure, but he didn't seem to be
getting more excited.  But after a while, a familiar feeling started, and
soon he was no longer mechanical.  He lost control completely and, with a
huge groan, he came.  As he did, he felt her arms and legs tightening
around him again as she had a couple more orgasms.  When he had stopped
exploding, he became frightened again.  Maybe he wasn't supposed to come
inside her.  He tried to get up, but she was still holding him tight.

   "Wait a minute, Neil," she said.  "Relax now.  No rush.  We're almost
done."

   He lay on top of her, and he felt his penis shrink and start coming out
of her.  "OK," she said.  "You can get up in a second, but first listen
closely.  When you get up, James is going to hand you the camera, because
you're going to film his next lesson.  You will now become the cameraman,
and I will work with James on his lesson.  Whatever happens, keep filming,
even if he throws up.  I want everything on the video.  Do you understand?"

   "Yes," said Neil.  She released him, and he slowly got off the bed.  He
was exhausted, but he felt somehow invigorated and glowing.  As James
handed him the camera, he didn't feel frightened anymore.  Maybe it was the
expression on James' face.  It was no longer brutish anger.  He looked like
a beaten dog.

   "Come here, James," said Inga.  "You're going to do something else for
the first time while Neil watches you and films you.  I know you have a
deathly fear of semen, and we've laughed about it.  If a drop falls on you,
you rush to the bathroom to wash it off.  I've been careful, because
everybody has irrational fears, and I've got plenty myself.

   "Get on the bed between my legs, James.  I know this is really hard for
you, but you need to learn your lesson.  No, don't say anything.  I can see
you want to beg.  You're willing to do anything else, but not this.  That's
what you want to tell me, isn't it?  I thought so.  That's why you have to
do this.  You have to learn your lesson.  If you don't learn your lesson
today, I'll bring Neil back and make you do this again and again until you
learn.  Keep filming, Neil.  You don't need to listen or do anything else
now.  You're just the cameraman.

   "OK, James, get your head down there.  You know what to do.  Just do
what you always do.  You're much better than Neil, so you can think about
that as you're pleasuring me and swallowing Neil's come.  I don't want one
drop on the sheets or we'll have to do this again.  You need to swallow
everything that comes out.  Neil put a huge load inside me, and I've kept
it warm for you.

   "That's OK, James.  Lift your head until you can control your gagging.
If you need to throw up, go to the bathroom, and Neil will follow you and
film you.  But I think you don't want that.  You can do it, James.  I know
you can.  You need to do it so you can learn your lesson.  There, I felt
something.  Take your time.  No rush.  That's it.  Just do what you always
do that drives me wild.  Now you're getting there.

   "Oh, you stopped suddenly.  I hear you gagging.  I think some of it just
came out and went into your mouth.  Just swallow it and get back to work. I
don't want you to start and stop anymore.  You need to swallow as you're
working, or we might have to do this again.  That's it.

   "Ooooh.  You are so good, James.  I love you so much.  You are a tongue
master.  Your tongue is dancing inside me, and you're swallowing everything
that Neil put in there.  You are learning your lesson.  Oooh."

   Neil felt himself getting excited again as Inga had one orgasm after
another.  Her body and the way she moved it could give a skeleton a
hard-on, he thought to himself.  Finally, she stopped talking and gave a
large sigh and fell back.  James lifted his head from her and got off the
bed quickly and ran to the bathroom.  Neil didn't follow him, but he heard
him heaving into the toilet, and then he heard water running.

   Inga sat up and smiled at Neil but said nothing.  She waited until James
came back to the bedroom and then said, "There's only one more thing to do,
James.  This is the final part of the lesson.  It's not quite as bad as
what you just did.  This is a mixture of the carrot and the stick.  First
comes the carrot.  Please lie down on the bed on your back.  Neil, you can
start filming again."

   Neil watched her pull James's huge legs apart and get between them.  She
sucked him into her mouth, and he responded as fast as Neil had.  But she
didn't move to get on top of him.  Her little hands began playing with
James's large testicles and her head moved on his penis.  She began going
faster, and then she lifted her head off James and smiled as he gasped. 
She did this two more times and then she said, "James loves it when I tease
him like that, Neil.  When I finally let him come, he comes so hard that it
feels like his entire body is squirting out his semen.  And the noises that
he makes almost make me come, too.

   "James, we're almost ready with the carrot, but afterwards, I'm going to
finish with the stick.  Maybe you've already guessed what it is.  Neil, I
won't be able to talk for a while, so you're just going to have to keep
focused on what's happening so you don't miss anything.  OK, here we go!"

   In less than a minute, her mouth and hands had worked their magic, and
Neil was filming James thrusting into her mouth.  She didn't open it, so he
couldn't film any of James's semen going into her mouth as he ejaculated.
After James stopped thrusting, she held his penis inside her mouth for a
while.  When she released it, it was soft and fell out and collapsed.

   Neil looked at Inga and saw her mouth puffed up like a frog.  She was
holding James' load.  Neil wondered if she was going to open her mouth and
spit it out or swirl it around and swallow it, like in porn movies.  But
she lifted her head up and began massaging James.

   Her hands began at his belly and began pushing in and making large
circles.  The hands moved up to his chest, and she moved her body forward,
over his penis, until she was sitting on his stomach.  Her hands stroked
and squeezed his arms and reached for his shoulders and squeezed and
stroked them.  She scooted up more until she was sitting on his chest.

   Then her hands moved to his face.  She was gently squeezing his cheeks
and stroking his temples and his forehead.  He looked at her, and she
looked at him.  She moved her mouth to his, and Neil saw fear in his
James's eyes as he closed his mouth tightly.  She smiled and wiggled her
finger at him, playfully indicating he was being naughty.

   Her fingers lightly stroking his cheeks moved toward his mouth.  She
tried to put a few of them into his mouth, but his clenched teeth stopped
her.  She moved them to his upper lip and stroked it from side to side and
then moved them higher and stroked his nose up and down.  As she stroked
his nose, she pressed down, and then she stopped with her fingers over his
nostrils and pushed hard.

   James's eyes widened, and he began shaking his head.  But Inga leaned
over him and put her arms on the bed along his head and began bringing them
together as he tried to shake his head.  Slowly she got him to stop and
held his head.  Her fingers were at his nostrils, keeping them closed, and
her mouth was just above his.  His eyes began to dart wildly in all
directions, and his lower body began to shake.  She was smiling.

   Then he opened his mouth and began gasping for air.  As soon as he did,
she opened her mouth and dropped a huge load of semen into it.  He began
choking and coughing.  The semen was flying up, and most of it fell back
down on his face.  She closed her mouth and watched him struggle to swallow
the semen to keep from choking.  Her fingers released his nostrils and she
moved her mouth to them and released some more semen that covered the
nostrils until he sucked it in as he breathed and then sneezed it back out.

   Then she went back to his mouth and waited until it was gasping for air
again and dropped another load into it.  She continued feeding him his
semen until there was no more left.  Then she pushed her mouth on top of
his and gave him a long kiss.  She raised her head and looked at him
intently.  He was still trying to deal with the semen and didn't look back
at her.  She got up and took the camera from Neil.

   "You can get dressed and go now, Neil," she said.  "Please close the
door behind you."



   Neil didn't include his lustful feelings as he told Eleanor what had
happened.  When he finished, she looked at him like he was a witness she
was cross-examining in court.

   "How much of this is true," she said, "and how much have you made up?"

   "Do you think I could make up a story like that?" he said.

   "I don't know, but you're looking pretty smug about it, and I'm not
amused at all," she said.

   "That's what I thought you'd say," he said.  "That's why we have to
move. What if she decides to give him another lesson?  And also what if he
sees me and loses his temper and forgets that he's not supposed to tear me
apart."

   "If you ever sleep with her again, I'll tear you apart," she said, "and
then I'll leave you.  I'm suddenly so tired that I just want to forget what
you told me and go to bed."



   When Neil came home from work the next day, Eleanor wasn't there.  He
saw dinner cooking in the oven and wondered where she was.  She came in
about 45 minutes later and went right to the oven.  "Just in time," she
said.  "Dinner is well done but not burnt."

   When they sat down, he asked her where she had been.

   "I had a really nice visit with Inga," she said.  "She was surprised,
because she was sure you wouldn't tell me.  She told me that I should marry
you, because you were special."

   They ate in silence for a while, looking at each other.  Neil got the
impression that Eleanor was waiting for him to say something.  All of a
sudden, he had the feeling that he was in just as much danger now as he had
been yesterday.

   "Did you make some kind of deal with Inga?" he said.  "Are you going to
let her use me again?  Are you so mad at me that you don't care whether
James loses it and hurts me?"

   Eleanor didn't respond right away.  She kept eating and looking at Neil.
Finally, she said, "I wondered what your response would be when I told you
what Inga said.  She told me how frightened you were.  I guess all you can
think of now is running away and hiding from James.  Maybe I'm learning a
lesson, too.  Maybe I'm learning that your mind is so full of you that
there's no room for anyone else."

   So that's what this is about, he thought.  I'm on the witness stand
again, and she's destroying me in front of the judge and jury.  And she's
the judge and jury, too.  He smiled.  It was time to fight back.

   "Is there a lesson here for me, too?" he said.  "You're willing to let
Inga use me for her stick because you don't care if James breaks the stick
in two." He tried to keep a straight face, but he saw that she knew they
were both having fun now.

   "You self-centered fool," she said.  "You know I told her I'd kill her
if she ever touched you again.  She saw I was serious, but she laughed and
said, 'But where will I find a stick as good as Neil if I need one again?'

   "Then we just had a good time.  I told her maybe I needed James to be my
stick, and then we discussed some different things that you and James could
do in front of the camera to humiliate each other.  The last one was
getting James to rape you and then eat his come out of your ass.  We
decided to call that the double stick lesson.

   "Then I told her that her problem was partly her fault because of the
way she dressed.  She said she knew that, but she had no sense of what was
appropriate and needed someone to teach her.  We're going to go shopping
together on Saturday.

   "Despite the way she talks, she's really sharp, and she's fun.  I think
we're going to be friends.  Don't worry.  We both decided that we're going
to take it slow about the four of us getting together.  It's better that
James sees you as little as possible for a while.

   "So you don't have to worry, Neil.  You cheated on me and got away with
it.  You got to enjoy Inga, and it won't cost you a thing.  You won't have
to learn your lesson, and you won't have to move out -- unless you are
looking for an excuse to move out anyway.  Are you?"

   Neil was enjoying her speech and was feeling a lot better.  She was in a
good mood after all, he thought.  But toward the end, he noticed that she
didn't sound as happy.  He made a decision.

   "You are the best lawyer in town, Eleanor," he said.  "Thank you for
winning my case.  I guess you're right.  I won't have to learn my lesson."

   "I guess not," she said, and she frowned.

   "We could celebrate Saturday night," he said, "but you're in a strange
mood, and I don't want to deal with it for three more days."

   She was still looking at him with the frown on her face, but she wasn't
listening to him.  He stopped talking.

   "I sorry," she finally said.  "What did you say?"

   "I said, I'm going to change some plans I made for Saturday night, and
it's your fault," he said.  "I was going to tell you Saturday about how I
learned my lesson three weeks ago, not last night.  But you're acting so
moody, I better tell you now.  Are you listening to me yet?"

   "Yes," she said, "but you're making no sense."

   "I know," he said, "sense has nothing to do with it.  Please stay where
you are.  I'll be right back."

   "What's that?" she said when he came back to the kitchen.  Then he got
down on one knee.  

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