A Friendly Wager Chapter Seven
by dc2469
This is a work of fiction meant for adults only.
I woke up, as Angie rolled off me, taking her body heat and the covers with her. The
sweat that had collected between our bodies cooled quickly, covering me in goose
bumps.
"Oh my God," Angie groaned. "Don't ever let me do that again. My legs, and hips are so
stiff, I'll never be able to walk again."
"That's okay, you can just lay there with your legs spread, it will make things that much
easier for me. But you need to give me back some of those covers first," I said reaching
over her for the covers.
When I tried to sit up, it felt like my chest had to put itself back into its shape. I dropped
back down onto the bed with a groan. "Damn, you won't have to worry about me letting
you try that again."
We lay there getting our circulation going, and working some feeling back into our arms
and legs. By the time we hauled ourselves out of the bed it was eight-thirty.
"I don't know about you, but I think that hot tub down there is calling me. I ache in
places I didn't even know I had," I said.
"I don't think I can walk that far, but a hot bath sounds really nice. We could stay up
here," she said.
"That's great for someone your size, but I want to get under some hot water too. If you
don't want to come down fine, but I'm going," I said groaning, and getting out of bed.
I went over to the dresser and got my trunks on, and found a pair of sweats to wear over
them, then went into the bathroom to brush my teeth, and run a comb through my hair.
When I went back out, Angie was just finishing tying her hair back. She had on a pair of
sweats, and I could see the strings of her yellow suit tied in a bow at the back of her neck,
over the collar.
Angie made eye contact with me in the mirror. "I decided to join you. I wouldn't want
you in deep water unsupervised, and after what happened last time I wanted to surprise
you, I think I'll just come down with you."
"Good choice, but I honestly don't think I could throw you across the tub," I said
stretching my shoulders.
"Ooooo, sounds like a good time to take advantage of you. You can't get away," she said,
turning away from the mirror.
"Ya, I would be trying really hard to get away," I said, taking her in my arms. I reached
up, and plucked at the string around her neck. "Especially when I know what you have on
under these sweats."
"Ya, well the key words are, under the sweats. I don't want to be paraded across a hotel
lobby in this suit again," she said, turning red.
"If you don't give me cause, I won't. But if you try and push things, well, we could
always try it without the suit," I said, giving a tug on her ponytail.
She turned even darker red. "You wouldn't, would you? Not in front of all those people."
"Who knows, it could happen," I said turning her away from me. With an arm around her
belly, I shoved my other hand down the front of her sweatpants. I cupped my hand over
her pussy, only to find out that she had already soaked the suit she was wearing. "It's not
like you would mind much, Jesus, just the thought of it has you creaming down both
legs."
"It's not the thought of all the people, it's that you'd make me do it," she said cupping the
hand I had between her legs with both of hers.
"Okay," I said pulling my hand out of her pants, "the only thing that could make this
better, would be being surrounded by bubbling hot water. Come on let's go."
We went to the far end of the hall, and took that stairway down. It let us out just a few
doors away from the spa area. With towels in hand we went in and found the room
empty. Angie went over, and started fiddling with the controls, and I picked through the
signs by the door. I found the closed for repairs sign, and put it out on the door, and put a
prop under the door handle, blocking it.
I pushed my trunks, and sweats off, and sank down into the steaming water with a sigh.
Just as I got sat down, the jets started, and Angie turned away from the controls. She
walked over to the tub, and started to get out of her sweats. She pulled off her top,
dropped it on the floor, and reached back up to adjust her suit top, trying in vain to cover
her hard nipples.
Angie looked at me through her lashes, and turned away from me with a little smile. Her
hands disappeared in front of her, only to reappear with the thumbs under the waistband
of her pants. When her hands reached the sides of her hips, she started to push them down
her thighs. With a twitch of her ass, the elastic waistband snapped down to the backs of
her thighs, and she bent at the waist pushing the pants all the way to the floor, giving me
a hard on in the process.
She looked at me, past her knee, and smiled. "See something you like?"
"I dare you to come down here and say that," I said.
She worked her feet out of the pants, and straightened up. Angie walked around the tub,
until she was standing over my head. She stood there looking down at me, as she reached
to her hips, and pulled the string around them higher. She continued around, until she got
back to where she had started, in front of me.
Angie bent at the waist and reached for my hand. I sat up and helped her down into the
bubbling water. I kept my hold on her as I sat back against the tub, pulling her down on
top of me. I turned her around, and she stretched her legs across to the other side of tub,
and sat in my lap.
As soon as she was settled I reached behind her neck and tugged the knot to her suit
loose. It showed me a lot when, instead of trying to stop me, Angie leaned forward and
pulled the other one open her self, and tossed the top out of the water.
Angie leaned back against the wall, the water up to her throat, and laid her head back. I
reached out with my hand, and found her legs under the water. I put my hand on her shin,
and started sliding it up. As I went past her knee and on up her thigh, I could feel her
pushing out to meet my hand. I slipped past her hip, and slid it over her belly. I dropped
my hand down until I felt her suit, and just rubbed slow circles around on her lower belly.
After listening to her purr like a contented kitten for a while, I slowly slid my hand up. I
slid past her bellybutton, and kept going up to her little tits. When I felt how hard those
fat nipples were, I couldn't help but start to pull and twist one after the other. That caused
Angie to arch her back up, and groan out loud.
She got her feet under her, and arched her whole torso out of the water. I pulled my other
hand up, and started sliding them all over her front. Then I started pulling on a nipple
with my left hand, and slid the right down to her belly again. When I got to her
bellybutton, I started to caress the area around it, and in it.
"You know what, I'm going to put a ring right here," I said. "You would look fantastic
with a diamond sparking off this little, round belly of yours."
"Mmmm, I thought about that once mmmm, but I thought maybe I was too old to be
doing something like that. Oooo," she moaned as I pulled a little harder on a nipple.
"You make it sound like you're some old lady," I said, as I slipped my right hand down
under her suit to her hot cunt. "You are far from too old to do anything. Especially when
it would make you look just like the little slut you are," emphasizing that by squeezing
with my cupped hand.
"Oooo.mmm., yes it would," she groaned.
"It would what?" I asked, as I started pinching her clit.
"Mmmm..Oooo, it, it, it would make me look ahh, like ahh little slut," she groaned, as her
hips started to pump hard.
I slipped two fingers inside her, and kept my thumb rubbing circles around her swollen,
rubbery clit. I added a third finger, and started rubbing insider her. While I was rubbing, I
was squeezing my fingers up toward my thumb, rubbing both her little hot spots at the
same time.
With a squeal Angie's hips shot up clear of the water, and her pussy started to spasm
around my fingers. I felt her oils gush out around my fingers, as her body started to
shake, and she started to pant for breath.
I flicked her clit with my thumb, and she jerked her hips down into the water, sending a
wave over the side, and ripping my fingers out of her. The return wave washed back over
her face, while her mouth was open, sending her into a fit of coughing. I grabbed a hand
full of wet ponytail, and yanked her head up out of the water.
As her coughing slowed, she looked up at me, eyes watering and gasping for breath.
"And you were worried about me in the water unsupervised," I said. "It seems like every
time you come here with me, you end up half drowned."
"And. every. time.it's.your.fault," she said still fighting to get her breath back.
"Hey, this time I don't think you can blame it on me. You came here with every intention
of getting fucked. And after the way you got out of those sweats, I knew you were asking
for it." I said as I started to turn her to face me.
I grabbed that little string around her hips, and started to pull it over her ass. Her hips rose
to help make it easier. When they were clear of her feet I threw it out, and grabbed her by
the backs of her thighs and pushed her up on the edge of the tub.
Angie didn't even try to hold her self up. She lay back on the tiles taking deep breaths,
while I stepped up onto the tub bench, holding her thighs wide open. Her hot cunt was
swollen and open, with her cream still oozing out. I grabbed my cock, and after smacking
a couple of times on her clit, I centered it in her open hole and pushed right up into her
belly, with both of groaning.
With both hands on the backs of her thighs, I started to pump into her. I was pretty far
along after getting her worked up, playing with her. I started taking long hard strokes in
and out of her. Angie's hot little cunt started gripping me from the first stroke. She was
pushing up hard against my hands, trying to meet my thrusts. My grip increased as I
started to pump harder and faster.
Angie's head came up off the tiles. Her hands wrapped around my wrists. Her mouth was
open, and she gave a grunt at the end of the continuous groan she was sounding, as my
hips smacked into her. I just pushed her thighs wider, and higher holding her there while I
pounded down into her.
The sound stopped coming from Angie's throat, and her pussy clamped down on my
cock. Her head went back to the floor. She arched her back up between her out-stretched
arms, and pushed up harder against my hands with her thighs.
When Angie's pussy clamped around my cock, my strokes got shorter, and harder. The
tingle in my cock started to move up my back. When it got to my skull, my back arched,
and I started cum in her. I started to shake, and moved slowly in and out, just enough to
keep the friction rubbing against my cock, and the tingles in my spine.
As the last tingles died away, I started to get soft, and slipped out of Angie. I let go of her
thighs, climbed down off the tub bench, and dropped into the water. I lay back in the
bubbling water, and looked at her perched on the edge of the tub. She slowly dropped one
foot off the rim, and back into the tub. I looked at her still open cunt, to see our combined
juices oozing out of her.
Angie stayed like that, one foot in the water the other bent at the knee, and lying off to
the side, for a long time. Finally her breathing got a little more even, and she struggled up
onto her elbows. She looked down at me with her eyes hooded. Slowly, never taking her
eyes off mine, she pulled herself back into the tub. She lay down on me, and put her head
on my chest.
"I can't even begin to tell you how good it feels when you just use me like that. I feel
so., I don't know, I guess wanton," she said chuckling. After a long pause she said,
"Were you serious about putting a ring in my bellybutton?"
"Yes. I think it would look fantastic on you," I replied.
"Good, because I want to get one," she said.
As she said that, the jets shut down, and silence filled the small room. We lay there like
that for a time. I thought she had more to say, but she let the breath out, in a sigh and
didn't.
I waited for a couple of minutes, to see if she would finish what she had started to say.
When she didn't, "So, why do you want one now? You said you had thought about it
before, and just now you said you want one. Why do you want to do it now?"
Angie pushed away from me, and turned onto her back. She scooted her ass back against
me, reached up and tossed her ponytail over my shoulder, and dropped her head back.
"Truth?" she said with a contented little sigh.
"Always," I said matter-of-factly.
"Mostly because you want it, but there are other reasons too," she said, and paused a
second. "When I'm out shopping, or doing whatever, I always see those little girls
running around in their tight shirts, and jeans. You know, the ones that look like they are
painted on over their butts. Anyway, a lot of them have rings in their bellybuttons and I
always thought it made them look even hotter."
I reached around her, only to find her hands already on her belly. I slipped my hand under
hers, and rubbed small circles around her bellybutton, and reached to her nipples with the
other. "I agree it would make you look even hotter. The way your belly swells up when
you get hot, and then when you start arching your back while I'm fucking you, it would
look great."
"God, you haven't been giving this much thought have you?" she said chuckling.
"Yes I have actually. Kathy said she liked the change in you, and I happen to agree with
her," I said.
"Kathy, when did you talk to Kathy?" she asked. I could feel her get a little stiff on top of
me.
"I called you at work yesterday, to let you know I was coming back early. You weren't
there. Kathy answered the phone, and we had a nice chat about you," I said.
"And what did you two have to say about me?" she asked a little coolly.
"Kathy asked what I had done to you, to make such a change in you. She said that you
were starting to see yourself for the first time, and that maybe you liked what you saw.
She said she was happy for you." I felt Angie start to relax a little. "So, do you like what
you see happening to you?"
"If I didn't I wouldn't be here with you," she said. "Yes, I like what see when I look in
the mirror. In so many ways, I don't even think like I used to. If you had seen me just two
weeks ago, you would never believe that I could be here naked, in a hotel hot tub, after
just having my brains fucked out by a man I've only known for a week. Even my
fantasies didn't get this crazy. I catch myself going out of my way to make you see me.
To touch me."
All of a sudden in the quiet room, there came a growl. I cracked up laughing, as I felt the
vibration of her belly growling for food. Angie turned beet red.
"Don't laugh at me. It's not my fault. You were the one who had to come down here right
out of bed," she said pouting.
"Okay, quit pouting, and get your sweet ass out off of me. I'll see what I can do about
that noisy belly of yours," I said.
I helped Angie stand up on the bench, and got my feet on the floor. Angie took hold of
the handrail, and I took her by the hips to steady her. I pushed her up, and followed her
out of the tub. I went over to my sweats, while Angie stood, and wrung some of the water
from her hair.
I got the top on, and as I was pulling my pants on, Angie put her top on. As she stood
there in just the top, she reached up to mess with an earring. That caused the hem of her
top to go up to just above her pussy. The way she looked, standing there with that
swollen little mound all bare, and puffy looking. This woman was getting to me bad.
The top to her suit was on the floor by me, so I picked it up, and took it to her. As I got
there, she dropped her hands to her sides, and the shirt fell back into place. It went past
her ass, but just barely. I bent down and tossed her flip-flops in front of her, and picked
up her sweat pants, and suit bottom.
"Lead the way up the stairs," I said looking down at her.
She looked up at me, "You can't be serious, what did I do this time?" she asked in a huff.
"Not a thing. I just really like the view," I answered.
She turned red and smiled. "The whole place is up and moving out there," she said
looking at me through her lashes.
"Then you had better hurry to the door," I said.
She bent down, grabbed her flip-flops, and squealed as she stood up with my hand
between her legs. "That's so unfair," she gasped, hurrying to the door. Angie opened the
door a crack, and peeked out. She leaned out to see in the other direction, and gave a
quick chirp before she could stop herself, as my hand found it's way to that round ass.
"Stop doing that," she said whirling around in front of me.
"If you start with me, I already told you how far I'm willing to go. How far are you
willing to push me?" I asked, looking her square in the eye.
For a split second I saw anger flash across her face. In the next second a kind of pleading
look, then she turned to the door, and went out. The entrance to the stairwell was about
thirty feet away, and we were never really out in the lobby, but it didn't slow Angie down
any. With her flip-flops in her hand she rushed to the door, got it open, and went in
without drawing any attention.
As I got through the door, Angie was a few steps up waiting for me. "You could move a
little faster, somebody could come down here any time."
I walked over, and stood at the foot of the stairs. "I suppose they could, what difference
does it make?"
"Let's just get up to our floor. I don't want to be caught out here, just because you were
too slow," she said turning to go up the stairs.
Taking the steps two at a time, I was behind her before she could go any further.
I stopped her flight with my hands on her hips. Which was convenient, since I was
reaching for her shirttail anyway.
"I think I mentioned what would happen if you pushed things," I said, as in one motion I
pulled the shirt past her astonished face. Angie stood un-moving, her mouth moving and
nothing coming out. "You know we really should get moving some one may come down
this way any minute," I said as I stepped past her.
I was past the first landing before Angie could force herself to move. I looked back at her
standing there naked, and staring after me. All at once she turned and bolted up the stairs.
"Please," she gasped, "some one could come down the stairs, you have to let me have
something to wear. Please."
"I don't have to do anything of the kind. I told you that if you gave me any trouble, what
would happen. You know full well that I don't joke around. You pushed, now you deal
with the consequences." I told her, not slowing my pace.
Then she did something I didn't expect; she tried to grab her shirt. If I hadn't been pissed
off before, man I was now. I dropped everything I had in my hands, grabbed her by her
shoulders, and pushed her up against the wall.
"Did I not just say no to you? What the hell do you think you're doing? I can't believe
you just did that. Are you trying to get me mad at you? Because if you are, you're doing
one hell of a job."
Looking frighten, Angie opened her mouth to answer me. Before she could say anything,
"Those were all rhetorical questions. I don't want you trying to justify doing something
you knew I didn't want you to do. Now, when I let you down," I was holding her up on
her tip toes, "you will walk, not run up these stairs. When you get to our floor you will
wait by the door," I said, dropping her to her feet. "Now get moving, and the less said the
better."
Angie stood there naked, her arms crossed, rubbing the marks where I had been holding
her. I hadn't moved, and she was leaning against the wall to get even the two or three
inches that I was giving her. She looked up at me, with her bottom lip between her teeth,
and slid across the wall to start up the stairs.
Angie glanced down as her foot kicked the wad of clothing I had dropped there. To her
credit, she stepped over them, and stated walking up the stairs. I bent down, picked up the
clothes, and started after her. She hadn't released her arms, and was just walking up the
stairs as I had told her to.
As I watcher her, a smile came to my face. Our combined juices were still oozing from
her, and her upper thighs were coated with them. I also saw some bruises that had started
to color fast because of the hot water. There was no mistaking what had caused them
either. Five finger prints on each thigh. One on the insides, a few inches above her knees,
and four on the outsides, but more to the back, anyone looking would know how they got
there.
When she finally reached the landing for our floor, she stood off to the side as I
approached her. As I was coming up the last few steps Angie's scared eye never left
mine. Me, I was taking in the sight of her standing there. Her hair still pulled back in the
ponytail, the blush that went all the way down her chest, her nipples standing out looking
painfully hard, the juices running out of her shining in the light almost to her knees now.
She could not have looked more like a little slut if she tried, and what was weird, was that
it was almost like she WAS trying.
I walked up to her, and stood very close. I stood there waiting to see what she would do.
Her eyes were shining with tears as she looked up at me, with her having to crane her
neck, because of my nearness.
Angie lowered her eyes, and with a whimper reached for my hand, and pushed the bundle
of clothes I had been carrying on the floor. Her breathing had turned to a panting, as she
took my hand in hers. She turned the palm to her, and rising up on her tiptoes, she pushed
my hand between her legs. I curved two fingers up, and pushed into her as far as they
would go, and pulled up, taking her weight on the fingers.
Angie gasped, grabbed my forearm with both her hands, and started to shake. As her cunt
contracted around my fingers, I gave little tugs with my fingers. Angie stood there
gushing her cream all over my hand, and down her thighs.
As the shaking slowed, she slumped back against the wall, but wouldn't let go of my
forearm. I kept up a slow squeeze and release with my fingers, to keep the feeling going
as long as possible. Her body kept having little fits of shutters, as I kept up the gentle
squeezing.
I reached out and lifted her chin, forcing her to look at me. "Well, did I pass your little
test," I said, in a horse whisper.
Angie was just catching her breath, and still holding me against her. "Wh. what. do
y.you mean t.test."
"Well, you wanted to know if I do what I said I would, did I answer your question?" I
said, and gave a sharp tug with my fingers.
"Oooo. y.yes, y.you answered the qu.question," she said with a gasp.
With a soft, wet squelch, I pulled my fingers out of her. I cupped my hand between her
legs, and raked my curled fingers softly up through her slit, gathering her cream in my
hand. My hand continued up from between her legs to her belly, where with slow circles I
worked it into her skin.
"Good, if there's a next time we'll see what the crowd in the main lobby thinks of a
naked little slut walking across, with her hands tied behind her back," I said, wiping the
backs of my fingers off on her, and pulling my arm out of her grasp.
I opened the door and glanced in both directions. Not seeing anyone, I turned back to
Angie. "Pick that up," I said, indicating the pile on the floor, "and walk down to the
room. I'll be right behind you."
Angie gave me a pleading look, but didn't even ask. She bent down, picked up the bundle
of her clothes, and started down the hall, at the fastest pace I would allow. When we got
to the door, I made as though I had to find the keycard. Down the hall we heard a door
open, and someone talking, as they entered the hallway.
"Pleassssse," she hissed at me, as her arms clutched the clothes to her.
I swiped the card the card through the lock, and we heard the bolt open. Angie dropped
the clothes in her haste to get the door open, and scrambled through. I opened the door all
the way, kicked the clothes into the room, and closed the door behind me as the other
couple was passing.
Angie stood off to one side looking back, I guess to make sure the door was closed. I had
never seen someone's entire body blush before, but I swear even the tops of her feet were
red. I laughed at her, and got the look of death as I herded her toward the bathroom for a
shower.
After I was done in the shower, I left Angie to finish with hers. I had scrubbed all the fun
spots, anyway. I went out shaved, and brushed my teeth. While Angie finished in the
bathroom, I logged on-line, and looked thru the yellow pages for some sites that had web
pages that were more detailed about their owners. I wanted to find out all I could, so that
there wouldn't be any problems.
I wrote down the address that met with the requirements I wanted, and got dressed as
Angie fired up her blow dryer. I kicked back in my chair, turned on the radio, and
watched her. Its kind of fun watching someone while they have their mind on something
else, but it's even more fun when the one you're watching is a beautiful naked woman.
Angie was brushing and blowing up a storm. She'd stop every once in a while, to look at
something a little closer. She finally finished her hair, and started in on her face. She
didn't use much, so that didn't take too long. With a final check in the mirror, she shut
off the light, and started for the closet. She had finally lost her shame, at least in front of
me, and walked unthinking to the closet humming to the tune on the radio.
After opening the door, she reached for a garment bag I hadn't seen before. Leaving it
hanging, she pulled the zipper down giving me another nice view of her ass as she bent at
the waste to get it all the way down. When she got it open, she started to go through the
contents.
After going through them a second time, she selected something. I've always gotten a
kick out of watching a woman dress. It's like, if anything touches her head, it will
disintegrate. Angie slid her arms into the top, then held the neck open wide, as she slowly
and carefully put it over her head. She settled it over her shoulders, and reached back to
flip her hair out of it.
It was a solid print black top, with a wide round neck that showed a lot of her smooth
chest and shoulders, and it had short arms. It reached a little past her rib cage, and clung
well to her. She reached back into the closet, and after a little rustling, she bent at the
waist and stepped into a white skirt. As she slid it up over her ass, it was tight enough for
me to see the muscles in her ass move. She zipped up the back, and it snuggled up to her
back, and belly, ending at about mid thigh.
She reached up, and held on to the doorframe as she fumbled around on the floor with her
foot. Leaning against the frame, I watched as she worked her foot into a black high-
heeled shoe. After she got the other one on, she closed the door, and went over to the
dresser.
She stood in front of the dresser, and picked up the small necklace she had left there at
some time. She slid her hands under that shining dark hair, and after a moment she was
done. High-heels, even shorter ones like these, do fantastic things to a woman's body.
They gave her legs that beautiful taught look, made her ass stand out more prominently,
and arched her back beautifully.
She looked at me in the mirror as she finished, and smiled at me, that little smile of hers.
"What are you looking at?" she said as she finished, and turned from the mirror. "I'm
ready if you are."
When I didn't move, or say anything she came over to the side of the chair. She brought
her hand up to the back of my head, and scratched her nails through the hair on the back
of my neck. "What are you thinking about?" she said.
"Maybe one of these days I'll tell you," I said, reaching over and rubbing the backs of my
fingers over her bare belly. "Let's go get something besides me, into this belly."
Her face lit up with a huge grin. "That would be a change, wouldn't it?"
When we hit the street it was just after twelve noon. We walked down to a little dinner,
and had great time talking, eating, and laughing. After we finished, we just walked
around looking in shops. We walked until Angie said her feet started getting sore, and we
went and sat in a little coffee shop.
"So what do you have planned for the rest of the day?" she asked.
"I found the address of a place that does piercing. They advertise that they very safe, and
clean. I think we should flag down a cab and go take a look, and if it doesn't look a dive
we'll see what the place looks like on the inside," I said.
We were sitting at a small, kind of off to the side table, and she was facing me. As we sat
there she kicked off her shoes and put her feet on the lower rung of my chair. I reached
down and brought one up into my lap, and started rubbing it. Angie sighed and settled
back in her chair.
"That's why you went and got me a fired up in the shower, and then left me there. Well, I
guess you've made up your mind haven't you? Oh God that feels good," she said, as I ran
my thumbs up and down the arch of her foot. "I'm still a little nervous about having it
done though."
"Don't worry, I told you we're going to check it out first. You know I wouldn't let
anything happen to you. If it doesn't look good, we leave it's that simple," I said, as I
reached for her other foot.
"Ohhh. you could do that for the rest of the day instead," she said giggling.
"Good try, but we can pick this up later," I said.
"Oh I suppose," She said pouting.
"Quit pouting. It's not like it's going to kill you. One quick pop, and it's over. So have
you thought about what you want to wear in your belly?" I asked, trying to distract her.
"Yes," she said blushing deeply. "But for now, just something that will sparkle for you."
Not wanting to get into anything here, I let that pass, for now. "Okay, get your shoes on, I
need to find the restroom, then we'll go."
"That's where I'm headed too," she said.
After settling the tab, we went out and flagged down a cab. I gave him the address, and
off we went. We were headed for the downtown area. As we were approaching an
intersection, the light turned red. Across the street was the sign for the place we were
looking for. I looked at the meter, and handed the driver his due plus tip, and pulled
Angie out of the car.
We crossed the street, and went over to stand near the front of the place. There was a
large window that opened on what I assumed was the waiting room. It looked very clean,
and the girl in the reception area looked professional.
"It looks good from here, lets see what they are like in person," I said.
Angie's grip tightened around my fingers, and her pale eyes looked up at me, worried.
"Come on, I told you, if it doesn't look good we'll leave," I said, pulling her towards the
door.
We went in, and went over to talk with the receptionist. She greeted us warmly, and
handed Angie a clipboard, with the necessary forms that needed to be filled out. When
she finished with the forms, the girl took Angie through a door way into back. Angie
looked at me over her shoulder, and I could tell that this had her worried.
I was standing in front of the window, watching all the people milling around the busy
district. There were pubs, stores, restaurants, and shops of every kind, and just as many
different kinds of people.
Being Friday, and it being quitting time, the streets and sidewalks were full of people. I
was so engrossed; I didn't hear the two women come back into the room. I jumped as
Angie came up behind me and took my hand. I turned to find her smiling up at me, a lot
more relaxed then the last time I had seen her.
I bent down and gave her a small kiss on the lips. "All done?"
"Uh huh," she said standing back from me so that I could see.
I sat in a nearby chair, and pulled her in front of me. The area around her bellybutton was
red, and slightly swollen, but the little gold ring and its crystal looked beautiful. I put my
hands on the backs of her thighs and pulled her close.
Leaning forward I kissed her belly, a little ways up from the ring, and looked up at her.
"So did it hurt a lot?"
"No, Gina did a great job. She used some kind of spray that made it numb, then she
pierced me, and put in the ring," she said scratching her nails into the back of my neck
again.
I gave her another kiss, and got to my feet giving her a kiss on the lips on my way up.
"I'm glad she took such good care of you."
Leaving Angie admiring her new ornament in the light of the window, I went over to the
desk to settle the bill. I paid Gina, thanked her for taking such good care of Angie, and
gave her a nice tip. When I got back to the window, Angie was pressed up against it
looking across the street, and trying to find a way to see better.
"What, did you see a ghost?" I asked.
She turned to me looking shocked. "No, I just saw Jon. He came from that parking garage
over there, and went down to that place over there."
"Are you sure it was him? Does he work around here?" I asked.
Angie turned back to the window shaking her head. "No, he works on the other side of
town. Why would he be here? What is that place?"
"How would I know, you're the one that lives here remember." I said. I could see she
wasn't going to let it drop. I took her arm, "Come on, and let's go see what we can find
out."
Smiling, and nodding to Gina, we walked out of the shop. We made our way across the
street, and started toward the place she had seen him enter.
As we got close Angie stopped. "You go. please. I don't want to go, but I need to
know."
"Are you sure about this? I asked.
She didn't say anything, only nodding.
I left her standing there next to a shop front, and made my way to the entrance. As I
turned to enter, a rather large gentleman stepped out in front of me. "Yes?"
"I was wondering, what kind of place is this?" I asked.
"Private," was all he said.
I fished into my pocket, and pulled out the money clip I carry. I flipped off a fifty, "Will
this buy me a few answers?"
He reached out and plucked it out from between my fingers.
"What kind of place is this, and do you know that guy that just went in?" I said.
"You mean Jon, yea I know him. He used to come in off and on. It's been a lot more on,
lately," he said giving me a chuck in the arm, and grin. "And this place. well let's just
say, the old saying "no pain, no gain" is the club motto."
"So what, you mean like S&M?" I asked.
"More like B&D. Jon there, met up with one of our more. how shall I say, aggressive
lady members? He's been coming by a lot the last couple of weeks. I've seen him leave
here half dead, after she got through with him."
"Hey, thanks man. I appreciate it," I said, as I turned to head back to Angie.
When I got to her, just pulled her after me down to the corner to get a cab.
"So, what kind of place is it? Was that Jon?" she asked.
"We'll talk when we get back to the hotel," I said, not slowing.
"Why, what's wrong? Tell me what's going on," she said.
"I said we'll talk about it back at the hotel, now drop it," I said, giving her arm a squeeze.
I got us a cab, and we sat in silence, as we headed back.
The End Chapter Seven
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