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Ch. 32 Codes: ff, Ff, Mf, teen, oral, light bdsm









CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO



"What was all that about?" Marianne asked when I finally hung up the

phone.



I shook my head as if it wasn't anything important.  It was way too

soon to tell them about this.



"Some problem at work.  I'll deal with it when we get back."



Saturday was our last full day there, and I could see Hayley falling

back into her depression as the day went on.  I tried to comfort her,

but she wasn't in the mood for it and avoided me.  We spent much of the

day walking around the Santa Cruz boardwalk and then had dinner back at

the hotel.



Not wanting to risk generating unrealistic expectations, I managed to

avoid spilling the secret about NexTerm.  But if Hayley was in a funk

about having to go home, I was in a lather of anticipation about what

would happen on Monday when the market opened.



Sunday morning we got up early and packed in silence.  Hayley spoke to

me only once, when the "express checkout" statement appeared under our

door.  She picked it up and walked over to me with it.



"What is this?"



"The bill.  So we can just sign off on it and go."



Elizabeth showed up to see us off, and the girls cried and hugged her

repeatedly before we finally left around ten.  Hayley went straight to

her room when we got home and stayed there until dinnertime.  Marianne

spent the rest of the day working on accumulated homework while I tried

to digest the development with NexTerm.



Cisco was unlikely to get them for forty or anything close to it.  For

a buyout like this, the NexTerm board of directors would most likely

insist on a price higher than it had ever traded at, which meant at

least 63.  The problem was that that might be more than Cisco wanted to

spend.



I got up early Monday morning to check the market activity in New

York.  NexTerm was already up to 35 1/4 and trading heavily.  I could

bail out now and make a tidy profit of about two-and-a-half million,

although the capital gains taxes would take a chunk of that.  I wanted

more, though.  I sat there staring at my computer screen, watching the

prices scroll along the bottom.  Cisco was up too; the analysts seemed

to like the acquisition idea.  If I held on, and the deal went through,

it would probably involve some kind of stock swap, and I would end up

with a pile of Cisco in exchange, which was a pretty nice thing to have

these days.  I had a bunch of it already.



"What are you doing?"



I turned around to see Marianne behind me in her nightshirt, blonde

hair sticking in every direction, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.



"I just needed to check something before I went to work."



She turned around, still half-asleep, and went back to the bedroom.  I

got up a minute later and began getting dressed for work.



I came home that afternoon to find Marianne and Tiffany lying out by

the pool.  Both of them were topless.  Marianne had on a bright yellow

thong, and Tiffany sat next to her in patterned bottoms, rubbing suntan

oil over Marianne's chest.



"Guys."



"Hi, Steve."



I kissed Marianne hello, and she looked up at me with amusement in her

eyes.



"I decided that it's time to start working on my tan again.  Tiffany

came over to help."



"Don't get burned."



"I have Tiff to rub sunburn lotion on me if it happens."



They exchanged a look, and I knew then that what Marianne had told me

about a few weeks before was true.  A slight linger in the glance,

something secret passing between them, a little curve to Tiffany's

lips.  Then Tiffany looked up at me, eyes bright and full of life.  The

studs in her nipples glinted in the sun.



"Do you want me to get you anything, Steve?"



"A beer wouldn't hurt.  I need to go change."



She hopped off her chair and preceded me into the house.  When I came

back down to the pool, there was a Sam Adams waiting for me on the

table beside Marianne.  I lay down in the chair across from Tiffany as

she finished oiling up my girlfriend.



"You guys should be hearing about college soon, right?"



Marianne nodded.



"Any day now."



"Marianne and I applied to some of the same places," Tiffany said.



"I think we've settled on UCSC as the first choice?" I asked.



"Yeah," Marianne said.  "However we work it out."



"Wouldn't it be cool if we both got in together?"



She glanced at Tiffany, smiling.



"That would be pretty cool.  I wonder if they have a sex slave sorority

we could join."



They both laughed, but when the laughter subsided, they noticed me

watching them.  Tiffany's face darkened slightly.



"Um, Steve, look.  I'm not trying to muscle in on your thing with

Marianne.  She told me that you're number one with her, and I can

accept that."



I exhaled slowly.



"Okay."



"I don't want to break you up.  I know she loves you and that you make

her happy.  I'm not trying to take her away from you."



Marianne took her hand and then mine.



"We had room in our lives for Giselle.  Don't we have room for Tiffany,

too?"



I laughed softly.



"She'd have to sleep on the couch.  I think we've run out of bedrooms."



"I didn't mean like it that.  I meant--"



"I know.  But I think so.  If it's what you want, we can make it work."



"It is."



"Thanks."



Tiffany came over and hugged me.



"Thanks, Steve."



Tiffany stayed for dinner, and with graduation two months away, she and

Marianne appeared to be in no mood to bother with their homework, what

little they had.



"I feel like doing something weird tonight," Marianne said after the

dishes were done.



"Like what?"



She grinned slyly.



"Do you remember that first afternoon I came over here, when you

mentioned something about a strip bar?"



"Oh.  Yeah.  Why?"



"Could we go?"



"We?"



"You, me, and Tiffany.  It's eighteen and over, right?"



"Well, not the topless bars, but the nude bars, yeah, since they can't

serve alcohol.  You really want to do this?"



"I think it would be cool.  Me and Tiff could get dressed up and all

these guys would be drooling over us."



My stomach did a flip-flop.



"I don't want you spontaneously tearing your clothes off.  Never mind

that we'd get thrown out, I'm not interested in exposing you in a place

like that."



She smiled again.



"Not me.  Tiffany.  I'll dress classy, but I'm going to dress her in

full slut mode, on her leash.   It will just be a tease.  We won't do

anything stupid."



"Does she know about this?"



"We talked about it.  She's hot for it."



"Monday is going to be a slow night."



"I know.  That's cool.  That way we won't be totally outnumbered."



I chuckled.



"Okay.  Let's do it then.  This sounds like fun."



Marianne found Tiffany, and I went up to Hayley's room to tell her we

were going out.  She was a little shocked at the idea, but displayed no

disappointment at being left out.  She claimed to have too much

homework to do anyway.



I found Marianne and Tiffany in the master suite.  Marianne was down to

bra-and-panties, and Tiffany was nude.  They were poking through

Marianne's clothes and deciding what to wear.



"What is this place like?" Tiffany asked.  "I've never even been near

something like this."



"Picture twenty men staring catatonically at some bleached blonde with

breast implants and no pubic hair as she dances around exposing

herself.  That's about all it is.  It's far less exciting than you

might think.  Half the time it's as erotic as watching a pelvic exam."



"You mean the guys aren't hooting and hollering and all that?"



"Never seen it.  I don't know what it is about those places, but I've

never seen anyone really go crazy.  They just sit there and stare at

the girls."



"Wow."



"Have you been to a lot of them?" Marianne asked.



"Now and then, when I got lonely and horny.  But it's a bad habit.  I

probably went about once or twice a year before I met you."



"The girls just dance around on the stage?"



"That and they'll do private dances for another fifty bucks.  You go in

the back with them and they'll writhe around with you on a couch."



"That's not illegal?" Tiffany asked.



"I think it is some places.  Not everywhere.  The idea is that they can

touch you, but you can't touch them.  In reality, a lot of mutual

touching goes on.  It all depends on how comfortable the girls are

about it."



Marianne was pensive a moment.



"Do you think they'd do a private dance with us?"



"With a girl?  I bet some of them would.  They certainly have no

problem doing two-girl private dances."



Tiffany giggled.



"You did that?"



I tried not to blush.



"On occasion."



"What do they do?"



"Depends on the girls.  Some of them will just simulate having sex,

others will really get into it."



"Seriously?  They'll eat each other out right in front of you?"



"Sometimes."



They giggled nervously at each other before returning to the clothes.

They fiddled around in the closet for another few minutes before

settling on Tiffany's outfit.  Marianne began with black stockings and

a garter belt, then a black leather microskirt that stopped right at

the stocking tops.  If Tiffany stood perfectly still, the stockings

were not really visible, but if she moved at all--let alone sat down--

they immediately came out from under the leather.



Tiffany grew more and more excited as Marianne dressed her, and I

watched her chest flushing and her nipples growing hard around their

silver studs.



Marianne examined her for a moment longer before reaching into the

closet.  She extracted a green silk blouse, which she had Tiffany put

on and tie up under her breasts.  The fabric was thin and clingy enough

to make Tiffany's nipples and her piercings blatantly obvious.

Marianne fastened one button so that Tiffany was not completely falling

out of it.



"What do you think?"



"Nipple clips."



"You think so?"



"Why not?"



Marianne found the nipple clips and reached into the blouse to attach

them.  Now Tiffany had a silver chain suspended across her cleavage.



"Perfect," Marianne said.  "What about me?"



I thought for a moment.



"What about those white stretch pants you have?  And that leather top

with the tassels?"



"Mmm.  Good idea."



She stripped off her bra and replaced her panties with a tiny little

thong.  Once back in her closet, she donned this pair of stretch pants

I had seen her wear a few times.  The fabric was some cotton-lycra

blend, tight enough to define the crack of her butt, and they were low-

cut enough that her kitten tat was visible just below her bikini line.



The top was a sort of tan leather corset/vest that laced up across her

breasts, pushing them up and together.  It reached down only to about

the bottom of her rib cage, but dozens of little leather tassels hung

across the front.  It was a good Domme look without being completely

out there about it.  The two of them finished up with their hair and

make-up, and we left.



This strip bar was in the seedier section of town, well away from the

tourist and retirement areas near the beach.  It wasn't far from the

University, and I knew (from prior experience) that they got a lot of

traffic from the students.



I stopped on the way to get a big wad of cash, but we got there just

after nine.  The bouncer gave Marianne and Tiffany (and her clit leash)

only a mild glance as I paid the cover.



Tension lined the faces of both girls as we stepped into the club,

however much they were trying to act nonchalant.  The lights were low

except around the pit, and loud, thumping dance music overlaid

everything.  Only about ten or fifteen men were inside, nothing like

the crowds they got on the weekends.  Up on the stage, a thin brunette

with painfully huge breasts (they looked about to burst from the

implants) danced around the pole.  She braced her leg on the rail and

used one hand to pull apart her labia for a man at the edge.  He stared

at her blankly.



Out in the club, a half dozen of the girls moved around, dressed in

slinky outfits, soliciting private dances.  A few of them noticed us,

smiled, and went back to work.



One by one, the men in the club noticed Marianne and Tiffany.  I saw no

discernible reactions in their faces, but several of them stared

openly, especially at the silver chain running from Marianne's hand up

under Tiffany's skirt.



A waitress appeared and guided us to a table near the pit.  There was a

two-drink minimum here, and I ordered two bottles of mineral water and

four Diet Cokes.



The girls sat rigidly beside me, eyes fixed on the stage.



"Is anyone staring at us?" Marianne asked quietly.



"A few.  But don't forget you're not naked.  You aren't the reason

they're here."



In truth, by this point, most of the men were looking back toward the

pit.  We still got idle glances and occasional stares, but that was all.



"No one is going to bother you," I said.  "At worst, they'll just

keeping watching us."



Gradually, the two of them began to relax and look around.  Tiffany got

into it faster than Marianne did, but soon they were bobbing their

heads to the music and watching the girls on the stage.  I watched the

dancers circulating in the club, and though most of them looked in our

direction from time to time, none of them came over.



The girls would dance down to their thongs for one song, then naked for

another.  After each song, you were supposed to tip them a buck or two,

and I gave Marianne and Tiffany a roll of ones for tips.  I wasn't sure

if this was turning them on at all, but they seemed to be having fun,

whispering comments to each other or giggling when the dancers got

close or bent over to expose themselves to us.



"You know, you're right," Marianne said after we had been there about

ten minutes.



"About what?"



"The guys here.  They're are like, all stoned or something.  I can't

believe this."



"I told you."



I looked back up at the girl in the pit.  She was a cute blonde--maybe

twenty or so--with a trim, athletic body (and no implants, which I

liked).  The gold ring through her clit twinkled in the blinking lights

above.



She was working her way around the pit, giving each patron a good look

at her, and when she got to us, she smiled broadly--a fairly genuine

smile, which told me she had probably been doing this for a while.  She

crawled up to the rail in front of Tiffany, leaning out of the pit, and

stuck her tits in Tiffany's face.  Tiffany watched her, wide-eyed, but

didn't move.  The girl glanced down at us, and I saw her eyes widening

at Tiffany's clit leash.  Then she rolled over, spreading her legs

almost ninety degrees apart in front of Marianne.  She stared directly

at my girlfriend--who was watching raptly--and fingered herself for a

few seconds.  Then she rolled over again, stuck her butt in my face

briefly, and moved on to the next patron.



When her dance was over, we all tipped her.  She smiled and thanked us,

then went into the back.



We were watching another dancer about five minutes later when the

blonde girl reappeared at our side, dressed in a long, sheer gown.  She

leaned in between us, smiling.



"Hi.  I'm Kathy."



"Steve.  This is Marianne and Tiffany."



"You guys having fun?"



I noticed a stud in her tongue as she spoke.



"So far.  This is their first time in a place like this."



She laughed.



"So what do you think?  Pretty wild, huh?"



Marianne giggled nervously, but Tiffany answered.



"I like it."



"Would you guys care for a private dance?"



The girls glanced at each other.



"With us?" Marianne asked.



"Any of you."



"What about all of us?"



She smiled.



"It's one at a time.  But if the other two of you wanted to watch, that

would be okay."  She looked at me.  "Have you been here before?"



"Yes.  I know the rules."



"Okay.  Who's it going to be?"



"Tiffany," Marianne said.



Kathy smiled at her.



"Cool.  I like all those piercings you've got.  I'm guessing that leash

is attached to one?"



Tiffany smiled nervously.



"Yeah.  Thanks."



Kathy reached for the leash, and Marianne handed it to her with a

grin.  She led us to the back, where a curtain concealed the private

dance cubicles.  We stood in a clump waiting for the current song to

end.  Kathy examined the lease for a moment, then gave it a playful

tug, making Tiffany giggle.



For the first time, I saw looks of real interest from some of the men,

and I knew they were wondering just what we were about to do.  Frankly,

I was wondering that myself.



When the song ended, Kathy pulled the curtain aside and led us into the

back, still holding Tiffany's leash.  The cubicle we ended up in was

about eight feet by ten feet, with a cheap vinyl sofa taking up most of

the space.  On the opposite wall was a mirror.  I peeled two hundred-

dollar bills off the roll in my pocket and handed them to Kathy, who

smiled.



"Four dances?"



"Take your time."



She guided Tiffany to the couch and had her sit down.  Marianne and I

stood back to watch, and she took my hand.  Kathy pulled off the sheer

gown she wore, and climbed onto the couch to straddle Tiffany's legs.

She was saying something to her, and though I couldn't quite hear it

over the music, I knew the gist of it: Relax, let me do everything.



Tiffany leaned back on the couch, still tense, but excited, as Kathy

began to writhe against her.  She kissed her tenderly, moving her hands

over Tiffany's breasts.  She spent the first few minutes just rubbing

herself against the other girl or bracing her leg on the back of the

couch to display her shaved pussy.



As the first song began to end, Kathy slid to the floor in front of

her, and reached up to untie the knot in Tiffany's blouse.  She undid

the one button and spread the blouse open.  Marianne's hand squeezed

mine tightly.



Kathy extended her tongue, exposing the stud, and wiggled it over

Tiffany's left nipple, clicking their studs together.  Then she sucked

nipple and stud into her mouth.  She looked back at us, smiling around

Tiffany's tit, then withdrew.  She performed the same operation on

Tiffany's other breast.



Tiffany was breathing heavily now, eyes closed, arms spread out on the

back of the couch.  Kathy continued to suck on her nipples or play with

her breasts for about a minute.  Then she withdrew, and reached down to

spread Tiffany's legs.  Marianne squeezed my hand again, and I was

getting some serious butterflies in my stomach by this point.



Kathy spread Tiffany's thighs widely apart, and pushed up her skirt.

When she saw that Tiffany had nothing on underneath, she looked back at

us, pretending to be surprised.  She turned back to Tiffany, who was

panting in agitation now, and reached out to tweak her clit stud.  She

removed the leash, and then, very slowly, bent forward, watching our

reaction the entire time.



She couldn't really be about to do this, I thought.  Even if I had seen

a lot of the girls here eating each other out.  Tiffany was a

customer.  That should have made a difference, right?



But she did it anyway.



Extending her tongue into a point, she began to lick Tiffany's clit

very lightly.  Tiffany let out a soft cry at the first contact.  Kathy

wiggled Tiffany's clit stud, pressing her tongue stud against it.  She

gave it a long, slow, lick, then began eating her more deliberately.



I realized, from Kathy's cool manner, that this was just a show to

her.  I had no doubt that she didn't intend to get Tiffany off--except

that she hadn't reckoned with Tiffany's state of excitement.  Less than

thirty seconds into this, Tiffany convulsed, let out a squeak, and

shuddered in orgasm.  I saw a tiny spark of surprise in Kathy's eyes,

but she was good--she didn't stop.  She pretended to be into this, and

did her best to finish Tiffany off.  Then she withdrew, climbing up to

kiss the other girl.



The second song had just ended, and Kathy stood, smiling at us.  She

extended her hand to Marianne, who gasped slightly.  She glanced at me,

and I nodded.



Kathy led Marianne to the couch, where Tiffany was still recovering.

Tiffany slid to one end but stayed there.  Marianne was still in a

state of shock at what she had seen, and Kathy caressed her face and

hair, trying to calm her down.  She kissed Marianne softly, then took

Marianne's hands.  She held them against her breasts, and though she

let Marianne feel her, she kept her hold on her wrists.



Then she began moving against Marianne, rubbing her naked body against

my girlfriend.  Marianne's head had fallen back, and her breathing was

rapid and heavy.  Kathy caressed her breasts a few times, squeezing

them.



Toward the end of the third song, as she had done with Tiffany, she

began to unlace Marianne's top.  Marianne was shivering nervously by

now, and when Kathy took one of Marianne's big breasts in her mouth,

she let out a little cry and put her arms around Kathy's shoulders.



By now, my cock was so hard I thought it might explode.  But there was

nothing I could do.



Kathy suckled Marianne's breasts for nearly a minute, and I wondered if

she was going to pull Marianne's pants off and eat her like she had

done with Tiffany.  But she apparently had something else in mind.



I noticed, probably well after it happened, that one of Kathy's hands

was now between Marianne's legs, rubbing her firmly through the fabric

of her pants.  She continued to suck on Marianne's nipples and caress

her with her other hand.



Maybe this sort of thing went on a lot with the male customers (I

recalled that on prior visits, some of the girls had tried to give me

vague handjobs through my pants).  Maybe getting Tiffany off had set a

precedent.  Maybe Kathy was just getting into this.  But she definitely

appeared to be trying to bring Marianne to orgasm.



It didn't take a lot of work.  Marianne was soon humping her hips up at

Kathy's hand, and Kathy responded by rubbing faster.  She looked over

at me, licking her lips lasciviously as her hand moved rapidly between

my girlfriend's legs.  Finally, Marianne began to shudder and her legs

began to shake, and a second later, she came in Kathy's arms.



Kathy had somehow timed this perfectly.  As Marianne coasted down, the

last song came to an end.  She withdrew from Marianne and stood.



"Would you like another one?  Maybe for you?"



I looked down at the two drained girls on the couch.  Marianne wiped

the sweat from her forehead and tried to catch her breath.  Though

Kathy was certainly very pretty, what I really wanted to do was take

Marianne and Tiffany home and fuck the daylights out of both of them.



"I think we're good.  Thanks."



She smiled and helped the girls to their feet, pulled her dress back

on, then led us out.  She gave each of us a peck on the lips.



"Thanks.  Have a nice night."



The two girls clung to my arms.



"What now?" Marianne asked.



"Home.  I'm so hard it hurts."



She giggled, and we went straight out to the car.  As soon as we were

on the road, Marianne reached into my lap to fondle my aching erection.



"Poor baby.  Having to watch all that with no one to help you.  I bet I

know what you need."



As Tiffany watched, wide-eyed, from the back seat, Marianne bent over

into my lap and began freeing my penis.  As soon as it was exposed, it

disappeared into her mouth.  I grunted, gasping.  I had been too turned

on for too long to stand very much of this, and Marianne was not trying

to hold me off at all.  She bobbed rapidly, massaging the stud in her

tongue against the head, doing all the little things she knew I liked.



I had to pull off the road.  I cried out, grabbing at her hair as she

sucked on my cock like she wanted to take it off.  The cum boiled in my

groin, and then it was erupting out of me like Mount St. Helens, one

painful spurt after another.  Marianne continued sucking at me until it

was all out, until I could finally stand to have her stop.



She leaned back, swallowing, and smiled as I melted into my seat.



"Better now?"



I nodded weakly.



"Uh-huh."



She giggled.



"Take us home."



As it happened, the three of us were too drained by that adventure to

do much of anything when we got back, and Tiffany went home about an

hour later.  Marianne and I went to bed.



The next day, NexTerm was up to forty-one, and Cisco and the board of

directors were reported to be in negotiations.  I spent most of the day

trying to work without checking the NASDAQ quote marquee on my computer

screen every ten seconds.



At three o'clock, my intercom buzzed.  It was Jake.



"Steve, you got your TV on?"



I had a television in my office because I often needed to check CNN or

Financial News during the day.



"No."



"Get it on, CNN, now."



I found the remote buried under a pile of crap in the corner of my

desk.  I switched on the set.



"--had no immediate reaction to the offer.  A Cisco spokesman

complained that IBM was coming in, quote, 'Much too late on this deal,'

and that their interference might prevent the entire transaction from

closing."



"What?" I asked Jake.  "What the hell is IBM doing?"



He laughed through the intercom.



"They made an offer of fifty-four for NexTerm.  Cisco is having a cow."



A bidding war.  Dear God Almighty.



"Fifty-four?  Did I hear that right?"



"Yes.  Check your ticker."



I glanced at my screen.  A few seconds later, 5,000 shares of NexTerm

rolled past at 49 3/8.



"Jesus."



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