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Yo-Yo Chronicles Three: Social Accessory



   By Ed Rider



   It was a big city, but successful people tend to run in the same
circles.

   Sometimes Nick Long would bump into one of them at a party, but more
often, he faced them across a conference table.

   The first time it happened, their assistants and his were surprised that
they knew each other.  The women were all high-powered executives, but a
generation older than Nick, who was the hot newcomer.  Even stranger,
sometimes one of the women would say something into his ear, and his face
would flush and beads of sweat appeared on his upper lip.  Those who saw
this were surprised because Nick was known for being cool, smart, confident
and driven.

   Some of his competitors were also good-looking, hard-working, ambitious
hustlers.  What set Nick apart from the others was his self-deprecating
sense of humor.  He never took himself seriously, and when he made a
mistake, he never failed to point out all his shortcomings in an
ingratiating, often funny way and apologize for them.  Women loved that in
him, and men enjoyed dealing with him because he was a straight shooter.

   Once a female assistant came up to him after a conference looking
concerned.  "I heard what that woman told you," she said.  "She said you
should give her and her friends a commission on everything you make because
if it hadn't been for them, you would have been a small-time prettyboy? 
What did she mean?"

   "She likes to talk like that," Nick said.  "Don't pay any attention."



   From an early age, Nick realized that he looked different from other
children.  The mothers of his playmates doted on him, and as he grew older,
girls and boys both buzzed around him.

   When he became a teenager, several of his parents' friends told him he
looked like James Dean, and when he found photos of the actor online, he
began combing his hair the same way.  Because others were taken by his
looks, he developed a self-confidence and optimism that made him even more
attractive.

   He didn't abuse this power.  He just took it for granted, and when he
needed money while attending college, he found the perfect job for his
talents.  He applied to a local escort service and was hired immediately.
Soon he became the most expensive male escort on the staff.

   At his hiring interview, his female boss told him to be careful with his
female clients.  "Many of them will want sex," she said, "and you might be
offered large tips for extra services.  We are not in the outcall industry.
Our company is licensed and bonded and offers only legitimate escorts.  If
we find out that you are hiring out as a gigolo, we'll fire you
immediately.

   "And don't let your co-workers tell you different.  We know some of them
are crossing the line.  We are not a detective agency, but eventually, the
facts come to light, and when they do, they're finished here."

   "Don't worry," Nick assured her.  "I'm in my senior year, and next year
I'll be attending business school.  I'm not going to jeopardize my career
by getting into anything shady.  You promised me that if I do well, you
would raise my salary to where I could eventually get up to 50 per cent
more.  That's plenty for me.  I'm going to refuse to take any tips so that
there will be no misunderstandings with the clients."

   "You are a smart young man," said his boss.  "I have a feeling you'll be
earning our top rate in no time." And she was right.  He was there in six
months.

   Within a few days after he started, he found out from the other escorts,
both men and women, that his boss had recited her standard warning for
newcomers mostly to cover herself, in case he was ever arrested.  The other
employees told him that even though she was telling the truth about her
company being high class and mostly legit, all of them were offered tips
for sex on such a regular basis that she had to know.

   They also warned him that if he didn't supply what the clients wanted,
he might make some powerful enemies and also have trouble developing a
regular clientele, which was where the real money was.

   So he wasn't surprised when many of his clients offered him large tips
and asked him to join them for a nightcap in their condos, townhomes and
sometimes even large houses in the suburbs.  But he never took them farther
than their front doors, and when they kissed him goodnight, he was polite
but unresponsive.

   As a result, he dealt with more than his share of angry drunken women.
What surprised him was that after some of these explosions, several women
hired him again, and some even became regulars.  The regulars were all
successful single women, mostly around 10 to 15 years older than him.  Most
were divorced, and a couple were widowed.  Some didn't see him for months
at a time, and when they hired him again, they often told him about a
relationship that had gone sour.

   Regular or not, many clients didn't try to hide their anger the first
time he didn't deliver as much service as they expected.  A couple of them
even said his refusals demeaned them and that he shouldn't be allowed to be
in the escort business.  But clients continued to call him.

   "You're Mr.  Reliable," one said, summing up what a lot of them felt. 
"I know you're cocky and narcissistic, but at least you're polite and well
mannered and will never embarrass me at a business function.  That's why I
keep coming back to you, even though you think I'm a disgusting old woman.
You probably have a beautiful girlfriend, don't you?"

   "I don't think you're disgusting or old," he'd reply.  He knew exactly
what to say.  "You're a beautiful, alluring woman, and someday you're going
to find a man who's wild about you.  And I don't have a steady girlfriend.
I'm too busy with school and this job for a relationship.

   Sometimes, he added icing to the cake.  "When I'm with you," he'd say,
"I'm tempted to break the company rules, but I'm not only afraid of being
caught.  I also know that there's no such thing as no strings attached.  I
don't want to become the sad story that you tell your next escort."

   After he used that line one time, his date loudly exclaimed, "You liar!"
Heads turned at the restaurant, but she laughed after she said it.  "I'm
sorry, Nick," she said.  "You're good, you're really good."

   He prided himself on being the perfect fashion accessory.  The women who
could afford him were often wealthy and powerful.  They were impeccably
dressed when he went to pick them up.  And his good looks, solid body and
appropriate attire complemented them and their outfits.  That's what his
goal was, to be the accessory to their outfits, and he usually succeeded.

   He enjoyed sex, and from his female friends he knew that many women had
strong libidos.  Almost all his clients lived alone, and he felt how high
their sexual tension was some evenings when he was with them.  He tried his
best to keep things light and defuse their frustration, but when he brought
them home, sometimes they just couldn't handle it.  Their guards would come
down, and they would almost beg him to come inside.  They told him later
that what they really hated was when he acted like he was tempted.  They
could see right through his act and though he was polite, they felt
embarrassed and humiliated that they were wound up like a clock while he
was thinking that his shift was almost over and he was anxious to clock
out.

   The way he found out how they felt happened one night when he was
escorting Winnie Barton to dinner and an art auction.  She was an executive
at a hedge fund and a regular, and the dinner conversation went smoothly.
No soothing or comforting was required this night, and he could relax while
they talked about her career and his plans.  She mentioned that he would be
taking her to one of the luxury hotels downtown after the auction was over
at 9 p.m.  because she and some friends in her women's support group were
spending the weekend there together.

   For a moment, Nick was disconcerted.  He had picked up Winnie at her
townhouse and had no idea they'd end up at a hotel.  Hotels were always
trouble, whether it was a businesswoman in from out of town or a local.  He
felt there was something about a hotel that got women in heat and made them
more insistent and less reasonable.  But he figured if she was meeting
friends, there shouldn't be any trouble.

   He parked his car in the hotel lot, and they took the elevator up into
the lobby and then another elevator to the 14th floor.  He walked her down
the hall and when they got to her room, she stuck the card into the slot,
turned the handle and pushed in.  He waited politely to exchange
goodnights.

   She turned and smiled at him, and he saw trouble in her eyes.  "Nick,"
she said.  "We've known each other a long time.  You know I have feelings
for you that I can't hide.  I would love to give you a really nice gift if
you could at least pretend for a night that you felt the same way.  Am I
really so unattractive to you?"

   Nick looked into her eyes, as he usually did when he gave a variation of
the response he had recited many times.  "Winnie," he started, "you are a
beautiful woman, and any man would be flattered by --" Because he was
looking into her eyes, he didn't see her backing into the room and five
women walking down the hall toward him, three from one side and two from
the other.  As the women converged behind him and began pushing forward, he
stopped talking and looked to see what was going on.

   Before he could figure it out, he was swept into the hotel room and
though they were smaller than him, three of them tackled him around the
waist while two others pulled his feet out from under him.  He fell hard
onto a thick, plush carpet, and the next thing he knew a big round ball of
cloth was pushing his face down.  A moment later, he realized the round
ball was the well-padded rear of Jocelyn Smith, another regular client.  He
felt his shoes being removed, his belt opened, his fly unzipped, his pants
pulled off and his boxers removed, all done lightning fast by so many hands
that he couldn't count them.  Then he felt some hands at his crotch and his
testicles being moved around.

   "All done," said Winnie's voice as Jocelyn got up from his face.  He
started to say something, but one of his socks was pushed into his mouth,
and now another woman sat on his stomach, knocking the wind out of him.  He
lay there trying to catch his breath while Winnie began to speak.

   "Take it easy, Nick.  We're going to take the sock out of your mouth in
a second.  When we do, we'd like you to get up and sit down on the couch
and we'll tell you what this is all about.

   "Before you do anything, there is something you need to know.  We've
slipped some string around your balls and made a slip knot with it, sort of
like on a Yo-Yo.  It's thin but extremely strong and not very tight right
now, but if someone pulls it, the knot will tighten around your sack and
eventually start pulling it away from your body.  That can hurt.  If
someone pulls it too far, it could rip your balls free and send them
flying. We would try to find them and call 911, but we understand they
don't survive too long when that happens, so we hope that won't be
necessary.  Do you feel that little tug?  That's how it will start.  Did
you understand what I said?  Nod if you did.  Good.  Now nod again if you
agree to remain quiet.  Great.  Take the sock out ladies."

   Once he was sitting on the couch, he looked around in amazement.  Six of
his clients were sitting around him, two on the couch next to him and the
others in chairs pulled up to the couch.  All were rich, powerful and
highly respected businesswomen and philanthropists in town.  Their ages
ranged from 37 to 53.  What in the world were they doing?  He felt a tug
and looked down into his lap to see his testicles had been pulled slightly
forward.  Jocelyn was holding the other end of the string.

   "You need to pay attention," Winnie was saying.  "We've got a lot of
ground to cover before we get you home by midnight.  You told me you don't
have anything scheduled for early tomorrow, but we'd still like you to be
rested up so you are able to study for school by Sunday afternoon."

   "You're probably wondering why we would all be here participating in
something so bizarre.  I don't really know, but I can give you one word
that we have been saying a lot for the last two months.  Yes, we've been
planning tonight's party for a long time.

   "The word is frustration.  At one of our women's group meetings, we
decided to admit to ourselves and each other that we are all sexually
frustrated.  We have the money to buy relief, but we are mostly repulsed by
the people who are selling.  As we talked, all of us kept coming back to
you, and how you were the most frustrating of all the men we knew.

   "One reason is that you aren't an evil, manipulative sadist.  We all
know how to deal with men like that, and we can usually twist them around
to get what we need from them.  But you are oblivious.  For you, we aren't
even real flesh and blood women.  You do your job like a dogwalker.  Yes,
you are the dogwalker, and we are your bitches.

   "But, Nick, you aren't in the dog-walking business.  You are in the
escort business.  Every man and woman knows that escorts provide a service,
and if they are offered a big enough tip, they provide an additional
service.  It goes with the job, even when it's against the law.

   "As we talked about you, the discussion got us so worked up that we
looked at each other, and we realized that we had to do something, but
what? We discussed it, and we decided you needed an education into what it
means to be degraded and humiliated like you've made us feel.

   "You need to learn that when you go into any line of work, you need to
put all your effort into it and give the customers what they expect to get
from you, and then go the extra mile, so that they are satisfied and enjoy
doing business with you.  Because you are so pretty, things have come too
easily for you.  But looks don't last, and the universe doesn't center
around Nick Long.  Things can change quickly, and you have to learn to deal
with situations that may not be as easy as they have been up to now.

   "We've all learned those lessons the hard way, and so will you, but
you're lucky, because we've condensed them into one night.  You're not
going to like them, and we may never see you again, but at least our
relationships with you are going to end with a bang.  It's a win-win
tonight.  You'll get some important lessons, and we'll get a video."

   Nick looked around and saw that two of the women had video cameras.

   "We can afford expensive equipment," said Winnie.  "We've got every
light in the room turned on, but these cameras work fine on low
illumination.  We want clear views of your humiliation from close up and
far away and from every angle.

   "We've divided the evening into three parts that progressively get more
extreme.  We're starting off with a little play, starring you and Jocelyn.
You're going to sit here on the couch and she will sit next to you.  I'll
tell you what to do.  You're looking down.  Don't worry about your naked
equipment.  We're shooting from the waist up for now.  That's why we only
took off your pants and underwear.

   "OK, Jocelyn, we're ready.  I'm just going to give you the plot, and the
two of you are going to improvise.  We all agree that you are one of the
best improvisers in town, Nick.  Whatever we've thrown at you in
restaurants and other places, you respond so smoothly and naturally that
you sound totally sincere.  That's what we want for our play.

   "Jocelyn goes to high school, and you are on your second date with her.
You are trying hard to get to first base, but she's shy and won't give in
right away.  Your goal is to get her massive breasts out of her bra and her
blouse and suck them as hard as you can.

   "You've never seen Jocelyn's boobs, but I'm sure you've imagined them.
They are all natural and like two large footballs, big and fat and tapered
at the end.  I know you're angry, but once you see them, we hope you're
really going to get into this scene.  Even if you don't, you need to be
convincing because we are prepared to do retakes as often as we need to for
this play.  I told you our goal is to get you home by midnight, but if you
don't cooperate, it's not our fault, is it?

   "OK, start talking and moving your hands.  Not too fast.  You've got to
make it realistic.  She's shy and this is her first time going this far
with a man."

   Nick looked at Joceyln, who was tryng to keep from cracking up while
holding a shy demure look as she was looking down at his penis.

   He began talking to her and after a couple of false starts, he got into
the flow and began using his soothing voice to tell her how beautiful she
was, how pretty her breasts were and how he would love to worship them and
-- as he began unbuttoning her blouse -- how soft her skin was and how full
and round and perfect her breasts were, and -- as he pulled her bra down --
how her nipples shone like stars in the sky, and -- as he placed his mouth
over one nipple -- how he wanted to drink from the big dipper, and -- just
before he began to suck -- how he wanted to drown in her beauty.

   The room was totally silent except for the sound of his voice and
Jocelyn's breathing that was getting deeper and deeper.  When his tongue
began caressing her nipple, there was a little peep from her mouth, like a
baby chick, and then another one came out as he began gently sucking.  Now
he heard more deep breaths and lifted his head, still sucking hard.  As he
pulled Jocelyn's breast into the air, he heard a gasp and looked at the
other women.  Everyone except those holding the cameras looked like they
were in a trance and as they watched him.

   "Cut," said Winnie, and her voice sounded strange.  "That was great,
Nick.  We all knew you were amazing, but we had no idea how amazing.

   "Now you and Joceyln are on your third date, and you're trying to get to
third base.  Your goal is to get her to let you pull her panties off and to
put your head between her thighs and your tongue between her legs.  Once
she lets you, you need to make her come.  I don't think it will take long."

   By now Nick figured he might as well cooperate to get out of there as
quickly as he could.  He began flattering Jocelyn, telling her how
beautiful she was and how desirable.  How every part of her body was
exciting and beautiful to him, how much he wanted to worship her and how he
knew a way to please her so much that she would feel as though she were in
a dream.  Gradually, he worked his way between her legs, and then she
slowly spread them wide and he plunged into a huge forest of brown, curly
hair, searching for the clearing in the forest.  Finally, he found it, and
he entered it with his tongue.

   She was lying on the couch, and she jumped into the air as his tongue
entered.  She began writhing as he moved his tongue all around inside her,
with the most attention paid to her clitoris.  She didn't stop until
suddenly she was shaking wildly and screaming and shoving herself into his
face.  When she finally calmed down, she leaned forward and planted a kiss
on his forehead, but she was so out of breath that she couldn't say
anything.

   Winnie didn't have to say "Cut" this time.  The videographers knew when
the scene was over, and so did the others.  All of them were beet red, and
Nick wondered if they had helped themselves to orgasms or had gotten off
just by watching.

   After everyone calmed down, Winnie spoke again.  "OK, the last scene of
this drama is the kinky one.  You're on the 10th date, and you want to try
something different.  You've had intercourse several times, and she seems
willing to do everything, so you want to see how far she will go.

   "You're going to tell her what a beautiful ass she has, only don't use
the word ass.  You're very polite, so you'll figure out a way, something
cute.  You're telling her how round and symmetrical it is and how the
cheeks are so soft and spongy and how you want to pull them wide apart and
look inside and then get between them so that your cheeks are touching her
cheeks and how you want to lick the cute little wrinkly hole between her
cheeks and then stick your tongue inside and that you don't care what it
tastes like or smells like because you want to inhale her and lick her and
eat her rear like a chocolate ice cream cone.

   "Your goal is to get her on her hands and knees and push your face into
her cheeks from behind as far as you can and make love to her with your
tongue until she is writhing around.  Don't look like that.  We know it's
disgusting.  That's why it will be such a challenge for you and so
rewarding for us.  Of course, Jocelyn is going to be shocked at first and
pretend that you're totally sick.  I guess we are all pretty sick for
thinking this one up.  Whose idea was it anyway?  Nobody is admitting it.
Are you ready Jocelyn?  OK, begin."

   Nick looked at Winnie and Jocelyn and the others.  He looked at
Jocelyn's generous breasts which were rapidly rising and falling with her
excitement.  He felt sick.  Up to now, he had been cooperative, but he
couldn't stick his tongue in a woman's ass.  He made no move to open his
mouth.

   Then he felt a tug from below and looked down.  His testicles were
pulled slightly forward again.  They looked odd, but he didn't feel
uncomfortable.  As he watched.  they were tugged a couple more times and he
saw them swinging back and forth.  Then he saw them slowly move further
away from his crotch and felt a pulling sensation.  They continued to move
slowly forward, and he began panting quickly trying to control the feeling
of discomfort.  Now there was pain, and it was increasing by the second. 
He was breathing in and out so fast that he felt as though he were ready to
faint.  Tears were coming out of his eyes and his teeth were clamped
together.

   Then suddenly, the pain stopped.  The string went slack again.  He
breathed slower as he recovered.  He heard Winnie's voice speaking.  "OK,
begin," she said.  He hesitated, and then he felt the string begin pulling
forward again, very slowly, not uncomfortable at all yet.  "OK," he gasped.
"I'm ready.  Just give me a second."

   "No problem," said Winnie.  "Take a few seconds to motivate yourself. 
We want you to sound really sincere, like you are the biggest perv in the
world."

   Finally, Nick began, but he was nervous and he rushed his words.

   "We need more emotion," said Winnie.  "You really have to eat out
Jocelyn's ass or you'll die of frustration.  Do you understand?  You've got
to persuade her to open her anus to your tongue even though she's scared
and probably disgusted."

   Nick began again, but again he didn't sound like he meant it.  There
were a couple of hard tugs at the string, and he cried out in pain. 
"That's how much you are hurting to get into Jocelyn's ass, Nick," prompted
Winnie.  "You desperately need to get your tongue inside it.  Show her how
much you're dying to do that."

   The third time, Nick took a different approach.  He pretended to be shy
about asking Jocelyn to give him what he wanted.  He looked down and spoke
into her lap.

   "What did you say, Nick?" said Jocelyn.

   He repeated his request.

   "I don't think I heard you clearly," said Jocelyn.  Nick looked at
Winnie and she was nodding up and down, encouraging him, indicating he was
on the right track.

   "Did you just say what I think you said?" Jocelyn said, sounding
slightly taken aback.  "Get your face up here and look at me.  Now tell me
right to my face what you just said."

   "Jocelyn, dear, I'm going to die unless you let me push my face between
your beautiful round ass cheeks and stick my tongue so far inside that I
can taste something sweeter than your mom's apple pie."

   "You disgusting animal," Jocelyn screamed and slapped his face so hard
it almost knocked him off the couch.

   He jumped up in shock and rubbed his face, feeling the sting of his
bruise.  "What the hell?" he said and looked angrily at her and then at
Winnie, who was laughing.

   "That was great," Winnie said.  "Sit down, Nick.  We wanted to make this
realistic, and you and Jocelyn sure did.  You spoiled the end of it,
because you were supposed to keep on pleading, but we'll fix it up when we
edit.  Now we're starting a second after she hits you and knocks you away.
You are holding your cheek in pain and surprise, but you keep on going,
telling her how there's nothing to be ashamed of, you love every part of
her body, nothing is dirty unless you think it is, she's going to feel so
special with your tongue inside her, who else would do that for her, who
else thinks she's that special?  Think of some more stuff like that."

   Nick began softly again and while Jocelyn protested, he slowly became
more insistent and soothing at the same time until she slowly got on her
hands and knees on the couch.  He got behind her and pried her cheeks apart
slowly.  God, they were huge.  Ugh.  She was all hairy and sweaty inside,
and it didn't smell good.  He couldn't do this.  He dropped his head down
and stopped where he was, frozen.  About 10 seconds later he felt a tug.

   He raised his head again and looked where he was going.  There it was,
in the middle of all that wet hair, a wrinkled disk.  How was he going to
put his tongue into that?  What would it taste like inside?  He began to
gag and this time lifted his head up and into the air, breathing deeply. 
He had to stop thinking.  He put his head down again.  He was an ass-eating
machine moving into Jocelyn's anus.  A machine doesn't think.  A machine
starts licking and pushing into the middle of it.  A machine doesn't mind
the thick smelly hair around the hole, the hair that's going into the
machine's mouth and tasting horrible.  A machine keeps licking as the
wrinkle moves a little, contracting and then loosening again.  A machine's
tongue begins to probe the wrinkle and begins to push in.  It's tight for
the tongue, but the machine keeps pushing it further.  Now the machine's
tongue is being squeezed and released by the asshole, but the machine isn't
going to throw up.  It's going to open its machine mouth wider and push in
further.  Now the machine can't go in any further.  The next time the
asshole loosens the machine is going to pull its tongue out and then push
it back in, like a machine piston, steadily back and forth.  The asshole is
squeezing tighter right now.  The machine can barely breathe.  There is not
enough air coming in through the thick hair around the hole.  The machine
is grinding to a stop.

   Nick awoke with a damp washrag wiping his face off and Winnie's face
smiling down at him.  "You were really getting into that," she said.  "You
pushed up so far inside her that you ran out of oxygen and fainted.  But I
think you're all right now.  I saw some of the video playback.  It was
unbelievable.  From now on, I know that whenever someone tells me someone
else is an asslicker, I'm going to picture you immediately."

   You look fine now, and you're ready for Part 2, which will be simple,
because you've already done it.  We're going into the bedroom and you're
going to use your tongue on each of us to get us off.  We'll film
everything so all of us can look at the video later and remember the night
the mighty Nick finally serviced us.  Some of us also want to ride you or
want you to plow them, and some of us now want some of that asslicking you
did so enthusiastically.  But no more plays, just straight sweaty sex in
all sorts of positions.

   "The only thing unusual is we're going to make sure you don't get off
until we're ready.  We have one more surprise for you, and we want you to
be really excited when we spring it.  So we might use a cock ring or
something else to stop you when it looks like you're getting close.  You
might get a little uncomfortable, but I promise you a huge orgasm later."

   Nick listened passively.  Now that he no longer had to act, he stopped
pretending he was interested in their weird plans.  He would do what they
asked and try to get them to orgasm as quickly as possible so he could get
this over with.  He felt like a whore in a whorehouse trying to finish her
customers quickly to get to the next trick.

   With only an occasional tug from the string, he performed to everybody's
satisfaction.  The two women who wanted full-out sex were satisfied with
his energy.  He was hard enough to please them, but he didn't feel much
pleasure, and they never had to use anything to keep him from coming.

   The last few women wanted the asslicking treatment, and by now he was so
degraded, he didn't care.  One by one, they got up on the bed on their
hands and knees and he pushed his face between their cheeks.

   While he ate them out, others played with his equipment, and a few
slippery fingers pushed in and out of his anus.  He didn't like how this
felt, but at least they were covered with lube and didn't hurt.

   He was now close to the end, one more anus to service after this one. 
Through the cheeks around his ears he heard a sound that sounded like the
hotel room door opening and shutting.  He moved on to the last ass.

   It was Winnie, and she was kneeling on the carpet instead of the bed. 
He got down on the floor behind her, and she began talking to him.

   "That's it.  Lick up and down my crack and across my hole.  Tickle it
just a little.  Now push your tongue in slightly.  Oooh, that feels so
wonderful.  Keep pushing in slowly, not too fast, now pull back out.  I
washed back there, so I'm nice and clean.  Now push back in and pull back
out.  It's like you're making love to my ass.  What a feeling!

   "Now I want to try something else.  Keep pushing your tongue in and open
your mouth wide so you can get in even further.  It looks so sexy on the
video to see your wide open mouth over someone's asshole, even if you can't
see the tongue.  You're really deep now.  I don't think I'm as hairy as
Jocelyn, so you should be able to breathe through your nose.  Oh, you're
even deeper, keep pushing until you can't go any further and then stop, but
don't pull out.

   "OK, are you ready?  I'm going to clamp down on your tongue with my ass
muscles as tight as I can.  There, I think you can feel that.

   "Now try to pull your tongue out.  Pull harder.  I think I did it.  I've
got you in my grip so tight that your face and my ass are like one.  I'm
going to move my ass around now.  See how your face comes with it.  This is
great.  OK girls, we're ready."

   Ready for what, thought Nick, and then he felt some fingers in his ass
again.  It seemed like they were sticking something inside him.  It was
some more grease.

   But then he felt something else.  It wasn't a finger, and it wasn't two
fingers.  It was wider than that.  They must be pushing a dildo inside of
him.  He tried to lift his head to see, but his tongue was trapped inside
Winnie's bowels.  He moved his rear from side to side to try to stop the
thing from going deeper, but it kept moving into him.  He felt hands on his
cheeks, prying them apart as the thing moved in further.  It was huge and
stretching him painfully as it kept going.  Finally it hit bottom.

   When the thing in his ass stopped, he felt Winnie shift, and then she
began crawling forward.  As she did, her tightly clenched ass muscle pulled
at his tongue.  It was pulling the tongue out of his mouth.  He quickly
moved forward and when he did, he pulled away from the thing in his rear.
It was so big that even with the lubrication, it was pulling at his insides
and hurting them as it came out.  Winnie stopped, and the thing pushed
forward again until it was all the way in.

   Winnie began moving forward again pulling his face with her.  This time
the thing in him pulled further out, causing more agony.  When she stopped,
it slammed into him and he screamed, but no sound came out from between
Winnie's cheeks.

   This continued a few more agonizing times, and then Winnie began to get
up off her knees.  As her rear went higher it pulled his face up until she
was standing and he was kneeling behind her with his face still inside her
cheeks.  Behind him, the painful dildo moved, too, still buried in him.

   "How did that look on video?" said Winnie.  "OK, get ready.  I'm going
to release him now." As she said this, the muscles around his tongue
loosened and before she could change her mind he ripped his tongue out of
her hole and began breathing deeply to recover.  He felt hands go around
his waist from behind lifting him up from his knees until he was standing.
The thing inside him moved up with him, and now he looked back to see who
it was.

   "No!" he shouted when he saw the large black man smiling at him.  The
man pulled his hands back from around Nick and held him on each side of his
waist.  Then the man's pelvis went into action, pushing in and pulling out
of him slowly, then faster.  Nick was filled with so much pain inside that
he almost forgot about how humiliated he felt.

   The man began bumping Nick from behind, pushing him forward, then
slamming into him again.  He bumped him around the room standing up.  Nick
saw the women with their jaws dropped and their eyes wide.  No one said a
thing, but their red faces told the story.  They were out of their minds
with excitement.

   After a few turns around the bedroom, the man bumped Nick toward the
living room and the women followed the men.  Nick was now moaning, not
loudly, but steadily.  The man marched him across the living room to the
couch, turned around and sat down, pulling Nick down on his lap.  Now the
man began bouncing up and down on the couch bringing Nick up and down with
him.  As his rear was bumped, Nick was forced up off the huge tool and then
dropped back onto it.  He felt like his insides were being torn apart.

   "Would you ladies like to see a gape," the man said in a melodious
voice.

   "Oh yes," said some of them while the others giggled nervously.

   The man grabbed Nick's legs behind the knees and leaned back on the
couch, pulling Nick back with him.  Nick's legs were now up in the air and
the man was rocking him back and forth on his huge pole.  Faster and faster
they went, and then there was a loud pop as the man quickly yanked Nick way
back, ripping his tool out of Nick's hole.  Nick's moan turned into a
shriek as his legs were held up in the air.  He saw the women bending down
for a look at the huge hole open between his cheeks and felt another wave
of shame.

   The man lowered Nick back onto his tool and repeated the process for a
few more pops, to the delight of the women.  Then he put his hands behind
Nick, lifted Nick's butt into the air and began pumping straight up into
him from below.

   As the man's tool moved so fast that it was a blur and Nick was panting
and shrieking, Winnie clapped and said, "OK girls, we promised Nick we'd
get him off.  Who volunteers?"

   Everyone volunteered, but she chose Jocelyn.  The man continued to pump
into the moaning Nick as she covered her hands in lube and came over to
him. At first he didn't feel anything, and when he did, it was just another
irritation added to the agony taking place inside his ass.

   "He's not responding," Jocelyn said.

   "That's why I brought this," said Winnie, handing her a plastic bulb
with a receptacle attached to a long tube.  "It's a breast pump, but I
think it will help us help get Nick hard.  Put the suction cup at the tip
of Nick's dick while I turn the machine on."

   The women squeezed around the two men and watched as the end of Nick's
tool was pulled gently into the suction cup and then released.  At first
Nick didn't feel anything, even when the women oohed as they saw his large
penis begin to rise.  Then he felt a little tickling, followed by a slight
feeling of urgency between his legs.

   When his penis was sticking straight ahead and rock hard, Jocelyn pulled
the tube away and went at him with her hands again.  But the pain of the
man pounding into his anus was too strong, and his flower wilted once
again.

   Back came the suction cup.  "This time build him up a little longer,"
suggested Winnie.  "Once you see his body start thrusting at the cup, he'll
be ready for your hands."

   Jocelyn teased him with the suction cup until his breathing changed. 
His pants became more irregular and also his shrieks.  As he began moving
his body against the suction cup, she got her hands around him again and
began pumping as hard as she could.

   Before she could bring him off, she heard the man below him start
breathing rapidly and saying "Whoa!" over and over again.  She pumped
harder, slamming her greasy hands down on his shaft and bringing them up
again almost to the end as his body jerked wildly.

   The man below him caught his breath and stopped for a moment then
slammed hard into Nick and released inside him.  A second later, Nick's
head snapped back and he gave a huge yell that mixed pain with relief as he
spurted a huge white stream into the air in front of him, some of it
splattering on the faces that were pressed in to watch the proceedings. 
Jocelyn kept pumping him to the last drop and then let go and looked at the
other women.

   "What a finale!" said Winnie.



   From the heap he had fallen into on the couch, Nick saw the women pay
the man and send him on his way.  Then they were all over him, stroking
him, congratulating him and comforting him.

   They got him dressed, but he was like a rag doll and staggered when he
stood up.  He quickly sat down again.  "One of you follow me when I drive
his car to his home," said Winnie.  "When I get him safely inside, you can
drive me home."

   She turned to Nick.  "In case this is the last time we see you," she
said, "I want to tell you that from my experience you'll be sore for about
a week inside your ass.  I could have gotten someone much larger, but we
wanted to make sure that you weren't torn back there.

   "I want to thank you for participating in a memorable evening, even
though it was unwillingly.  I really don't know what tonight will mean for
you or for us.  All I'm sure of is that I can't wait to see that video, and
I have a feeling I'm going to be watching it whenever I have a long night
alone in the future.  So thanks again for that.

   "We're not going to offer you a tip, because we know you don't accept
them, but we have a gift for you, which will arrive later.  Now let's go
home."



   The next day, Nick called his boss and resigned.  She offered to
increase his salary, and when that didn't change his mind, she threatened
him, telling him she knew that he had received tips from clients for giving
them sex.  He laughed at her and hung up.

   A few days later, she called and apologized and said she was surprised
to find out that he had always followed her rules.  She offered him a huge
raise to come back, but he explained that he had enough money to pay for
school and was finished escorting.  She said she understood that he was
probably going into business for himself because he didn't need her and
that she had no hard feelings because he had been an excellent employee. 
She told him to be careful because working for a bonded agency might not be
as lucrative as going solo, but it was safer.  He thanked her for the
advice.

   He tried to forget his escort career and focused on his studies, and he
did well.  He made many friends in business school who became valuable
contacts when he graduated.  Almost from the day he began his first job, he
became a superstar.

   As always, his looks helped, but he also worked long hours and took on
bigger challenges than most of his competition, and his newly developed
sense of humor about himself worked for him, too.  All this paid off big
for him, but occasionally, he found himself shaking his head.

   The kinds of deals he was working on had big payoffs, but they were also
more likely to fall apart.  The industry average in his area was only
around 30 per cent.  What amazed him and everyone else was that his average
was an amazing 50 per cent.

   In tricky situations where everything could blow up if just one little
part didn't go right, that part would go right more often than it should.
He knew he was good, but he didn't think he was that good.

   Then he ran into Jocelyn at a party given by one of his biggest clients.
He saw her across the room and tried to steer his date as far from her as
he could.  But Jocelyn spotted him, and he couldn't move fast enough as she
made a beeline for him.

   "How are you, Nick?" she said.  "How do you like our present?"

   "Hi, Jocelyn," he said and introduced her to his date.  "What present
are you talking about?"

   "Don't you remember?" she said as his face began to redden.  "We
promised you a present.  I think we've been pretty generous."

   "I'm sorry, Jocelyn," he said, "but I still don't know what you're
talking about."

   "I think you do," she said, "but maybe you haven't made the connection,
because we decided not to send a card.  Think about it, and you'll get it."

   She turned to Nick's date.  "It was nice meeting you," she said.  "Nick
is quite an impressive guy, but I'm sure I don't need to tell you that. 
I've got to join some friends now."

   As she walked away, his date looked at him quizzically.  He shrugged his
shoulders.  "Don't ask me?" he said.  "I never received any presents from
her."

   Three days later, after concluding another improbable deal, he suddenly
realized what Jocelyn had been talking about.  He was so rattled that he
went to a nearby hotel and sat down at a table in the dark bar.  It was
noon, and the bar was nearly deserted, so nobody disturbed him while he sat
there nursing four drinks for two hours while his mind was racing.

   Finally, he gave up.  He realized that Jocelyn and her women's group had
been involved in some of his success, pulling levers behind the scenes, but
he couldn't figure out which deals he had done by himself and which they
had helped with.  He even wondered for a moment if he had done anything
without them.

   He decided, after some thought, that it didn't matter.  If they wanted
to make up for what they had done to him, he wasn't going to object.  He
wondered whether he should call any of them to thank them, but decided he
better continue to stay away from them unless absolutely necessary.

   This worked for almost two years.  At another business party, he heard a
familiar voice in his ear and a body pressed against him from behind.

   "Isn't she the most beautiful thing you've ever seen?" said Winnie. 
"And maybe she could be yours."

   "What do you mean?" said Nick, not turning around.

   "I mean the young woman you and every many here has been staring at the
whole night," said Winnie.  "She's stunning, isn't she?"

   "What do you know about her?" said Nick.

   "I know she's as smart as you are, she's funny and her body is as
beautiful as her face.  She's also got good values and common sense.  She
gave up a lot of money because she was tired of the people she was dealing
with all day.  For the last few years, she's been running the entire
Salvation Army backbone operation on the West Coast at half of what she was
making before, but she's happy because she's anonymous and doesn't need to
make the social scene and spend time with people she can't stand to be
around."

   "Then why is she here?" said Nick.

   "She's interested in meeting you," said Winnie.

   "How do you know all this, Winnie?" he said.

   "She's my daughter," said Winnie.

   "After what you know, you'd let me near your daughter?" he said.

   "That's why I'm talking to you," she said.  "She's having trouble
meeting good men, and she mentioned your name and said she'd heard good
things about you.  She asked me if I ever had dealings with you.

   "I told her I had, and that what she heard about your reputation was
true.  When I knew you'd be here tonight, I suggested she come with me.  If
you'd like, I'll introduce her to you."

   "It's hard for me to believe what you're saying," he said.

   "I don't care about the past," she said.  "I would love for you to meet
her, but you may not want me to."

   "Of course, I'd like to meet her," he said.  "Why wouldn't I?"

   "Because it could be dangerous," she said.  "See, if you meet her,
there's a chance that the two of you would hit it off.  If that happened,
maybe you'd get married some day and be my son-in-law, unless you don't
want children - because she wants at least three and I want three
grandchildren.  If you got engaged, I would no longer permit myself to
watch the video of you, and I would do my best to round up all the copies
owned by my friends and destroy them."

   "I'm not afraid of that," he said.  "That would make me happy."

   "I know," she said.  "That's not the dangerous part.  What I'm talking
about is what would happen if you ever hurt her.  If the two of you don't
click, that's not a problem.  But if you are cruel to her when you dump
her, or if you aren't a good husband - well, I'll hold on to one copy of
the video, and if you hurt her, I'll take it to a professional to make a
copy with our faces blurred out.  The only faces in focus would be yours
and the man's.  Then I'd post it on the Internet and send links to everyone
you do business with now or in the future.  Would you believe I'm capable
of doing something that outrageous, Nick?"

   Nick released his breath slowly.  "Yes," he said.

   "There's another danger," she said.

   "What's that?" he said.

   "Well, in about 25 years, she might look a lot like I do tonight.  I've
tried to take care of myself, and people tell me I look good for my age. 
But you may not think so, so you better turn around a take a close look. 
Then you can weigh the opportunity against the risk and tell me whether you
want to be introduced or not.  I'm really curious about what you'll
decide." 

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