Chapter II
It was only a moment before he spoke again. "I like the position, but it will
have to wait. I'd rather talk a bit first. Please sit back there, like you
were before. I liked that."
I knew what he meant and rose to 'assume the position' as the driver had said
earlier. I made a show of looping my heels through the seat belts and then
pulling my arms back and out which in turn pulled my legs apart.. I reached a
little rather back putting my body into just a bit more strain than it had been.
This shoved my chest out just a little bit more. Well, he was paying after all.
The car started to slow for an intersection. The driver lowered the two back
windows. We came to stop at a busy intersection.
The jeers and cat calls were immediate. None of the comments were very nice.
All were very sexual and many involved a offer for my services. I was in full
blush when the light turned green and we finally pulled away. He spoke again.
"Well, someone seems to enjoy the exposure." I didn't need to look. I could
feel the throbbing. "So, you get off on the humiliation thing. Fair enough, I
can use that. Tell me more, where did you learn to do that with the laces?"
"I didn't do it, it was done to ... I mean for me." I was finding it easier to
speak to him now.
"Looks a little tight, do you like it like that?" His interest seemed to be
genuine.
"I didn't have a lot of choice." I replied and then to beat the next question.
"It was all a sort of dare thing, very complicated. I'd rather not get into it
right now please.... sir"
His smile indicated he liked the sir. "Fair enough, same story for the rest of
the outfit?"
"Yes sir, sort of like that. It's been a busy afternoon, but I got bills to pay
so ..." I had to keep up the ruse of being a pro. It had worked so far and if
I was careful....
He sat back n thought for a minute and then commented "Too bad the panties are
so sheer. I have a nasty idea, but like that, I, we couldn't get away with
it."
Just then the privacy window opened and the driver spoke. "Maybe I can be of
assistance. I have a bag here of the clothes she, or he was wearing before he,
or she , whatever, was prepared for tonight." With that he passed back a large
plastic bag with the markings from the hotel salon I had been at earlier in the
day.
"Oh, thanks a lot!" I sneered through the closing window. "Like he needs help.
This is going to be bad enough already." We both heard the chuckling from up
front and then an audible click telling us the monitoring microphone had been
turned off.
"Looks like he's decided you are on your own now. Don't worry, I'm just as
advertized. Business first. Any favorite safe words?" Again his tone put me
at rest. He opened the bag and began to pull things out looking at each.
"Green, yellow, red, sir" I kept my response short and watched his face to gauge
his reaction to my outfit from the mall.
"Simple, but effective. Sort of like these." He said holding up the mere slip
of denim that had been my jeans earlier in the day. "You are a gutsy one, I'll
give you that. Oh and these," he said hold up the thin leather thong I had been
wearing earlier "won't cover much, but should keep you out of jail. Put them on
and give me those."
He was right. The thong did cover, but it didn't obscure. It was the same
show. The only difference was that instead of a pink flesh I had a black bulge.
Not much better from my point of view. He through the thong back and after
struggling out of my straps, I swapped out and tossed the sheer maid outfit
panties back. I reached for the straps again.
"Don't bother, we are almost there. You know this place, been here before is
see." he said pointing to the name on the bag "So you know the lay out. Let me
fill you in on something, and then a special request..... no, order." He paused
and waited for my reply.
"Yes sir, if I can" I whispered my consent.
"You have no choice. But you'd do it anyway, I've figuring you out now. John
was in my room before you met him. There's a party going on up in a neighboring
room and we got a few drinks passed back and forth between the two balconies.
John got a little too taken with a couple of the college girls and had a few to
many. Well, maybe I helped a little. I needed him a little pissed to get away
with what you did. Worked great too, thanks. But, now we're back and I'm
betting the party is still going strong. Problem is, I'm out of booze. That's
where you come in."
I didn't like the sound of this. He was thinking too much. He had already
proven to be an imaginative one.
He continued "So I'll go in first and use the courtesy phone at the bell desk.
I'll order a tray of drinks and tell them my assistant will drop by the bar to
pick them up. Not the lobby bar near the elevator, the main bar at the far end
of the lobby. The driver will fetch you when its all set up. Just slip, or
rather strut your way to the far end of the lobby, pick up the tray of drinks,
and bring them up to room 918. I'm sure in that outfit noone will be surprised
to see you carrying a tray of drinks. Room service wears something similar
don't they?"
"Son of a bitch" I wheezed. "I don't think ..."
"You have no choice. I have these," he smirked pointing at my clothes "and
this." He added holding up my room key. Now I knew I didn't like the driver
anymore. He didn't wait for anything further and got out as soon as the limo
came to stop at the main lobby doors. I saw him gesture the driver to follow as
he went through the glass doors and went directly to the bell desk. A moment
later I saw him speaking to the driver who looked around the room and came back
out to the vehicle.
"Good news" He quipped as he held the door for me. "The main bar is easy to
find, its at the FAR end of the lobby." I hated the way he accentuated the word
far! "The bad news is, the lobby is full of people. Seems the floor show is
not in the cabaret bar tonight. He he. Enjoy."
Until I started I didn't know if I could actually go though with it. I got a
little gasp from the front desk staff and the bell desk as I walked in, but I
knew this was nothing compared to what I could expect on my journey across the
lobby. Damn him, he was right, I would have done it anyway. Talk about getting
caught! This was getting caught a couple hundred times over.
Back strait, chest out, and out, I started across the lobby. Every click, every
fucking loud chrome cock on marble floor click brought another pair of eyes onto
me. I had a fairly good pace which, only served to get my boobs moving. Even
the tight confines of the laced bodice couldn't hold them still. The tugging on
my nipples was not pleasant. Even after I walked past people I could feel their
eyes boring into my leather bound ass cheeks. A regular one man slut parade. I
even heard one man suggest to his wife that they just had to go to the adult
cabaret that night, "this show he had to see." I hope he wasn't disappointed,
like any semi nude stage actress could hold a candle to the show I was giving
for free.
I made it to the bar without incidence and was pleased it was near empty. I
made my way to the bar and approached the grinning bar maid behind. "Oh, I
don't even have to ask. Assistant, eh. How much do you charge an hour? Jesus
man, where do you get the nerve? Here." She handed me a full tray of drinks.
Looked like a bunch of double scotch on the rocks. God I hoped at least one of
them was for me. "Oh, and try not to cum on your way back!"
That shocked me. I looked down and was surprised to see my fully engorged cock,
partially exposed out the side of my thong, its shiny purple head pulsing in
near climax. She was right, I was about to cum! I went to put the tray down
and straiten myself out. "Don't you dare, you little slut. Keep both hands on
that tray and get upstairs before the ice melts. Besides, this way everyone
will know just how much you are enjoying yourself."
The walk back was much worse than the walk up. Anyone that had missed it the
first time and been fooled by my costume had unequivocal proof of my true sex.
The comments were louder and ruder this time. I had to be quick before someone
thought enough to call security. Hurrying just exaggerated my bounce in my
boobs. Now my nipples were very unhappy. I decided I had been too easy on
Trish. I made it to the elevator. Thankfully I was alone for the ride to the
ninth floor. Better yet, when the door opened I saw I was very close to 918.
No one saw me in the hallway. I knocked on the door. Soon the public display
part of my ordeal would be over. I figured I'd had enough of that for one day.
I thought I heard him say something on the other side of the door. Then a
rattle and it opened. "Perfect timing. Here," he picked up a couple of drinks
and put them on a counter beside the door. I tried to edge into the room, but
he kept me at the door. Then he dropped a pad of paper and a pen on the tray.
"Follow my lead or we use a whip tonight instead of a paddle, understood?"
"Yes, sir, but ..." I queried trying to look past him into the room.
"No one in here, don't worry." The grin told me I needed to worry. "Now take a
couple of sips for yourself and wait a few seconds before coming in." I was
thankful for the drink, but was still concerned. I heard the patio door open.
There were party noises out there. Then I heard him speak to someone else.
"Sorry about that, just room service. Did anyone want a scotch?"
That bastard actually expected me to walk out there and serve him a scotch in
front of a bunch of college kids partying across the way. Well, we'll just see
about that. Then I saw the whip. A very nasty looking black leather English
riding crop. It was laid across the foot of the bed in plain sight of anyone
standing at the door. He had left it there for me to see. Then on the floor
just down beside it was a leather paddle, and a gag, and some cuffs, and some
wide leather straps, and I started walking towards the balcony.
As I approached the patio door I heard "Ah, here she is." I was relieved to see
he was the only one on it. I stepped out and then noticed a large group on the
balcony just across the way. They were all young college kids and obviously in
full party mode. They were just far enough away that if I was careful .. Then
they saw me. More specifically, they say what I was wearing, or not wearing
depending on how you looked at it. The party room went totally silent. One
long loud wolf whistle said it all. "Yes, that's one of the little perks I was
talking about. The room service here on the business class floor is a little,
well special. Here honey, let me sign that."
Special service, business class, yeah right. He had been having a bit of fun
with the kids. And I was here as a prop. Well, fair enough, no harm done.
Kinda cute if you think about it. I had to wonder how many of them were trying
to figure if they had enough money to upgrade. I was beginning to like his
style. He took the pad and pen of my tray and as he signed in a flourish
whispered "On you knees, do me now!" I stared in shock as he then added in a
much louder voice "And a little something extra for you my dear." He held the
pad for me to see. One word, big letters NOW!
I remembered the whip and lowered myself to my knees. There were gasps from
across the way as I set the tray down and fumbled with his fly. I was only
getting a little better with those damn nails. Finally it was down and a very
firm cock immediately popped out. We wasn't wearing shorts. He had this set up
from the very beginning. For the third time that day I wrapped my very painted
lips around a stiffening cock.
My man and about a dozen college kids sighed. I heard him call back across the
divide. "I guess she liked my tip."
There was a round a loud laughter and then someone called back "Yeah, and she
probable appreciates the money too."
It was done and it may as well be done right. He was paying me $550 so he
deserved a good one. And he got it. I had learned a little through the day and
I applied all my talent to his cock. I slurped, licked, chewed, nibbled, and
played that rod for all I was worth. Part way into it I heard him speak softly
"I hadn't intended for you to go all the way, but god damn ....."
Less than a minute later I was rewarded with a mouthful and more. I managed to
swallow it all and I made a real show of licking him clean. I put it back in,
zipped him up, and while he was still panting, Stood, picked up my tray and said
loud enough for all to hear "Just give me a call if you need a refill sir." I
then flicked his cheek with a long nail and made a real show a wiggling back
into the room and walked as if to leave the room. At the door I turned quickly
and ducked into the bathroom and set my tray down. I sat on the toilet and
gulped down a scotch. I picked up another and sipped it more sedately while I
waited.
Outside the kids were going nuts. I could barely hear my date as he got
peppered with questions, comments, but most of all congratulations. There
wasn't a guy over there that did not say he wanted to come over for a 'drink'.
Thankfully, my date said it was a closed service and he was wiped, big day, time
for bed. I heard him ask if they could take the party indoors so he could get
some sleep. Things got a little quieter and I heard him close the patio doors
and then pull the drapes. I peeked around the corner and once assured that the
coast was clear I ventured out.
"You are one amazing piece of work. I can't believe you actually did that. I
was nervous you wouldn't even pretend to suck me in front of those kids. I
didn't think you'd ..... They'll all be jerking off with you in their dreams
tonight. If they only knew! So, now what?" He sat on the end of the bed and
took a sip of his scotch.
I took the last sip of my drink and knelt down in front of him. I opened my
knees and lowered my head in a very subservient pose. I reached up and picked
up the whip and holding it in front of my said "Red". I dropped the whip and
reached around the corner of the bed to pick up the paddle. "Green".
He looked down at the rest of the gear on the floor where the paddle had been.
"And the rest of it?"
"I'm going to change my mind at the last minute, so you'll need to make sure I
can't get away. Tight, very tight." I didn't raise my eyes as I admitted my
lust for total restraint.
"And how many?" He asked as he took the paddle from my hand.
"I topped you from the bottom out there. I don't want to be in charge anymore."
I surprised myself by giving him complete control.
"Why you arrogant little slut! Do you really think you really could control me,
ever. You little tramp. Stand up and turn around." His voice was harsh.
Either he was really into this or I had just made a mistake. I stood and before
I could even turn he grabbed my arms and swung me around. He came up harshly
behind me and then just when I was getting scared whispered in my ear "one, two
and three fingers, right?" He was a player. My cock throbbed.
"Yes sir, but no ..." I slid my heel sideways and stepped on the whip.
"That depends on how well you behave, my little cock hungry piece of trash."
With that his foot moved my heel and kicked the crop under the bed. The message
had been understood. The game was afoot.
Game hell, this guy was serious. Very serious and very experienced. He knew
exactly what he was doing. And he had the gear to do it with. Twenty minutes
later I was not going anywhere and he was stepping into the shower. A shower!
I was trussed up like a Christmas turkey, hot, horny, sweaty, horny, stuffed,
and totally horny! And he goes and takes a fucking shower. If I could have
screamed I would have. If I would have done anything if I could have. He'd
taken care of that too.
First he had handcuffed my wrists behind my back. Then came a big red ball gag.
I realized then that he was going to allow me to enjoy the show. I was standing
directly in front of the dresser mirror and he was on the bed behind me. He
then began undoing the laces down my back. It had been on so long I had
forgotten how tight it was. I gave a pleasant "harumph" from behind the gag and
thanked him for the release with my eyes. That turned out to be something I
wasted. It wasn't for my benefit. He had plans for what was underneath. Down
came the thong and then he sat back. I realized then that I had not seen myself
like this all day.
The oversized breast forms were barely contained in the light lacy bra. The
only thing that kept them in there was the tight leather lacing over top. Also
trapped by the lacing were the silk hose and the heels. None of that was coming
off without the key, or a knife and he didn't seem to have any plans for either.
Both our eyes were drawn to my very hard cock totally engorged and enclosed in
its own leather cage, now sticking strait out from my body.
After a second he spoke. "He sure has gotten you into a lot of trouble today,
hasn't he. He doesn't look too comfortable now. Well, lets see if we can make
it just a little worse, okay?" Worse? That's not what I had in mind!!!! "Oh,
and these." His hands came around my chest and each one cupped a full bra cup.
"I've noticed you wince a bit when they bounce. Could it be that.." His hands
closed and he pulled out on each cup. His grip was enough to catch the inner
filling. I know he could feel the resistance to his pulling inside. That
tugged on my nipples and I moaned loudly into the gag. "You didn't have any
choice here either I bet."
Then he stood up off the bed and pulled a length of fine chain from beneath the
bed. Using a chair he climbed up and hooked one end of the chain over a hook in
the ceiling intended for a decorative lamp. I'd have to compliment the hotel on
it's fine decor I reminded myself snidely. He walked me over to the chain and
soon my hand were pulled well up behind my back and attached to the chain. I was
now bent over double with my chest parallel the floor and I had to spread my
legs for support. He "helped" me out there too. Soon my legs were spread three
feet apart with a very sturdy spreader bar locked onto each ankle.
Next came the parachute. This cute little monster went around my scrotum just
above my already tender balls. That didn't seem to bother him though. The
chain that hung below the parachute soon was supporting a small elastic bungy
cord. It was then I noticed the hook mid-way along the spreader bar between my
heels. But the cord couldn't reach there, not unless it was pulled tight, very
tight. Oh shit ......
Thankfully he left it swinging free. Then he took some fine, white cord and
started to bind my breasts. He put several tight loops around the base of each
and then fastened a big loop on each side that hung well down near the floor. If
they had been real they would have been going purple. As it was it did put some
strain on my nipples because of the inserts glued inside, but it wasn't too bad,
yet.
He seemed satisfied for a bit and then seemed to have an inspiration. A few
seconds later he came back out of the bathroom with some dental floss. He
threaded the dental floss through the lacing near the tip of my cock and then
wrapped it around just behind the ridge at the base of the head and finally
brought it down and tied it off to the two loops hanging from my breasts.
I watched as he walked to the entry closed and came back with an oscillating
fan. "Guess it get hot here sometimes. Tonight you are the one getting hot."
With that he set the fan on the floor below me and secured the breast cords to
each side. He pulled the heavy fan back until a small squeal into the gag told
him the tension to my nipples was complete. He put one of his small suitcases
on the base of the fan, it wasn't going to move!
"Well, I don't know about you but I need a shower. Don't go away now." And
with that he started the fan and with no warning at all pulled the bungy cord
down and looped it over the hook in the spreader bar. The bastard didn't even
hang around to hear me scream. Or try to. He just got up and had his damn
shower.
So, there I was. My balls are being pulled to the floor, screaming for release,
and if I wiggled even a little bit it just increases the pull on them, And I
was wiggling! You're damn right I was wiggling. That damn fan kept going back
and forth first one tit, then the other. Left nipple, right nipple. Back and
forth, pull, tug, pinch, pull, tug, pinch. And the whole time it kept gently
tugging at my cock. Nothing painful just a constant sweeping tugging. Just
like a gently hand stroking, stroking. And I just couldn't cum. That damn
pulling on my balls, my nipples were going to be ripped off. And my cock is
gently swept from side to side. I was going to ....... yeah right I couldn't do
a damn thing. And he was in the shower!
Suddenly in my lust filled haze it all stopped. I opened my eyes to see him
release the bungy cord and shutting off the fan. He released the cords from the
fan at put it away. "Not a word, promise?" I nodded agreement and he took off
the gag. My relief was short lived as the ball gag was replaced with its
inflatable counter part. "Can't have you waking the neighbors" He inflated the
gag, one more pump than really necessary and then confirmed my fears when he
picked up the paddle. Then he surprised me as he stopped, looked around the
room and then put the paddle back down on the bed.
I watched as he walked to the front door and turned off a few lights. That left
only the main entrance light and a study light on the desk turned on. I was
confused further when he took the shade off the study light. It became all too
clear when he picked up the paddle and walked around behind me and said "Wonder
if the party is still going?" I turned my head to the window and froze. We
were a perfect silhouette on the drapes. Me bent over, butt out, huge breasts
hanging down, arms pulled up and secured to a chain hanging from the ceiling.
Him standing behind me, a paddle in his hands. It was show time.
"We both heard the patio door across the way open and the party noise get louder
for a moment. Then things quieted down again. "Guess they don't want us to
know they can see us. Fair enough, we'll let them think they are spying." He
went to raise the paddle. I waved my hands wildly. He stopped. I motioned
with my hands, first together and then parting them. He didn't understand, and
then I repeated it. "Open the patio door? Bit why? Oh I get it, you want them
to hear too. But the gag, .... oh the swats. You little exhibitionist! I like
your style." He put the paddle down and not too obviously opened the windows
behind the curtain just a little.
We both heard the murmur of whispers outside the window. Then a feminine voice
hushed the others and said a bit louder "Shhhh, everyone quiet, we don't want to
give ourselves away. And tell them to turn the music down in there, maybe we
can hear something." We heard the volume of music increase as the patio door
was opened and then cease completely as it was killed at the source.
My tormentor picked up the paddle again and whispered very quietly "Well, you
got your audience, let give them a show. I figure ten nice little swats aught
to do." I couldn't say anything so I gave him the finger. "Okay, have it your
way, ten good hard swats then." Me and my big mouth.
The first one took my breath away. SWAT! My breath left via the gag in an
attempted scream. I did scream, but all anyone heard was a nice little polite
humph! It was just so lady like. Even though the crowd was trying to be quiet
we all heard there comments. Gasps, a couple of 'Jesus', and at least one
nervous feminine giggle. I was still panting after the first when he whispered
again. "I want you to watch the show too. After all, it was your request."
I turned at watched our silhouettes as he made a real show of slowly drawing the
paddle back and feeling my butt with the other hand took aim and, WHACK! The
crowd loved it. I could hear them whispering among themselves and giggling. My
host was chuckling not to quietly too. Everyone was having such a good time
except me. Whack! 'Damn that hurts! It doesn't have to be this hard to be
loud.' The I remembered the finger. That was real dumb!
After the sixth swat he put the paddle down. We both heard a near silent "Ahh"
from outside. Then another gasp. I looked over at the window and watched the
other silhouette get underdressed. He purposely turned sideways to the light
as he pulled off his pants and when he stood up his obvious erection was very
visible. We both heard it. "Someone in there is really enjoying this!." That
was followed by a feminine voice saying "What makes you think they both
aren't." Another girl added "Oh Crissy, that's sick!". The murmuring went
silent as he picked up the paddle again.
The last four swats came fairly quickly. His excitement was obvious and now it
appeared he wanted it over as fast as I did. His erection bobbed with each
swing and between that and the loud retorts of the paddle on my reddening butt,
we got a chorus of giggles, laughs, and whispered comments.
After the tenth swat he stepped back and dropped the paddle to the floor. I
worried for a second when he bent over, I thought to pick it up and was relieved
when he grabbed his pants instead. My relief disappeared as I saw him reach
into the pocket and pull out a condom. Heh, that wasn't part of the deal. I
started to shake my head vigorously and scream into the gag. I'm sure he heard
and I bet they heard it outside too. That didn't stop him though. All I got
from outside was a hushed "oh, oh." from an obviously excited male in the crowd.
He really enjoyed again turning prone to the light and making a real show or
rolling the condom over his cock. What the silhouette didn't show was him using
a little tube of KY in his pocket to put a dab of the cool gel on my hole. I
renewed my shaking no and pleading through the gag. He liked that. He told me
so.
Then he caught me off guard again and reached down for the paddle. Everything
went silent, inside and out. He spoke very quietly, ensuring that only I would
hear. "They don't know these aren't real, so try and give them a good show,
okay." I watch as his silhouette positioned the tip of his cock just at the
entrance to my ass. I felt the head brush up against my puckered ass hole.
Firmly, but gently he pushed to seat just the tip of the head inside my tight
back door. And then I saw him raise his arm.
The paddle hit my right tit. For something that wasn't real it hurt like hell.
The swat went right through to the inner filler and pulled unmercilessly at my
nipple. The scream was real enough. I jumped up. I pulled down on the chain
holding my arms back over my head, and I lurched back. In one big jolt I thrust
myself back on that rigid cock and totally impaled myself. I hit him so hard I
think I nearly knocked him over. I heard him exhale roughly and I heard the
guys outside. Any pretense of silence was gone. "Jesus Christ! Did you see
that. She shoved the whole thing in. God damn!"
I leaned forward and pulled off a bit. I looked up to see him changing hands
with the paddle. I started to shake no. They saw him switch too. "Here comes
number two!" I was just about to give him to stop finger signal when it hit.
Again my nipple screamed. Again, I fully impaled myself on his rock hard cock.
This time he dropped the paddle and started pumping. I was lost. He was
pounding me and I could feel his balls whacking up against me as he pumped
faster and faster. Then I felt his hands fumbling with the parachute. He
slowed his pace slightly and he finally got it. The bungy popped free. The
relief was immediate. I sighed in appreciation. He started pumping harder
again. And then he touched me.
He reached around my waist and put his hand around my erection just at the base
of the head. He didn't pump or anything he just squeezed a little. And we both
came together. I'm not sure who cam harder, but it was a hell of a show. I
could only arch my back and scream into the gag. I flung my head back and forth
as he squeezed and pulled my cock prolonging my eruption. Meanwhile, I could
feel his manhood in me pumping and throbbing away. Finally, he slowed and
pulled out.
Thankfully, he immediately released my hands and I was able to stand strait for
the first time in almost an hour. He knelt and released the spreader bar from
my ankles. Then he released the air from the gag and unbuckled it letting it
fall to the floor. Looking back over his shoulder he said "Time for some
privacy." He started to walk to the door and I called him back.
"They have to know this mutual, release my hands." He stood behind me and I
felt the cuffs released and heard them fall to the floor. I made a real show of
giving him a big hug and then I slowly lowered my face and kissed each nipple.
I let myself fall to the floor and reaching up I used my nails and guided him to
turn around. The profile was perfect. I stuck out my tongue and the crowd
watched as it slipped between the cheeks of his ass. "That's enough." he said
abruptly and walked over and turned off all the lights.
I thought I was off the hook. I thought wrong. He came back in the near
darkness and lay face down on the bed. He reached for the TV remote and turned
on a news channel. He shifted and I noticed his ass was sticking up as he lay
over a pillow. "Finish what you started."
"But, it was only for them. It was just a show. I really didn't intend to..."
My words were stopped as I watched him reach under the bed and pull out the
riding crop. I was glad he had just had a shower. He signed and purred as he
watched the news. I did the best I could at rimming his ass hole and we both
listened to a surprising exchange outside.
We heard the other patio door open and a moment later we heard the music start
up again. We didn't have to guess what the major topic of conversation would be
for the next little while. We both thought the balcony was empty. Then the
patio door opened again and a male voice called out. "Crissy, you coming in?
What are you doing out here?" The patio door closed again and then we heard a
bit quieter. "Heh kid, you okay? Crissy! You look totally ....."
"Mark, be quiet. Look, we've been friends a long time right. Well, it's a
secret and if you tell anyone I'll kill you. No one knows so you keep it that
way. Today is my birthday."
Now we knew it was Mark speaking "Wow, I had no idea. Come on why not tell the
others. It would be a great excuse to continue the party it's starting to break
up. This will liven things up."
"Well, Mark, I was thinking more along the lines of a private party." Crissy
paused for effect. "You know, maybe just you and me alone. You could give me
my present, just the two of us."
Mark was obviously surprised. "But Crissy, I didn't know, I don't have anything
to give you."
"Oh yes you do. It's my twentieth birthday. You know twenty. Maybe you could
steal a ping pong paddle from the game room downstairs."
The silence betrayed Mark's shock. Then in an obviously excited voice "Crissy,
are you serious? Did you see what he did to her after? I mean if , do you
mean, but everyone says you're a virgin and don't even date anyone who ...."
Crissy spoke calmly obviously trying to get Mark settled down. "Yes, I am
virgin, and I hate that goodie-goodie reputation. So here it is mister. A one
time offer. That scene in there has me so turned on I can't stop myself. I'll
let you tie me up like that and then you can give me my birthday presents, all
twenty of them. After that, well, I guess I won't be able to do anything about
it until you untie me. Well?"
"Your going to regret that." was Mark's answer.
"Promise?" Was Crissy's closing response.
We heard the patio door open and close.
My host got up, turned off the TV and climbed under the covers. "This bed or
the other. Up to you. Set your own alarm. I believe the driver is picking you
up here in the morning. Goodnight." With that he rolled over signaling all
conversation was over.
I chose the other bed and set the alarm for 6:00 AM.
