Author: Bulgroz the Third
Title: The Adjusters #4 - A Game of Control
Keywords: MF, mc
Posted: April 5, 2010
Edited: March 24, 2011




			   The Adjusters #4


			  A Game of Control


"So what did I miss last night?" asked Jenn.

Daniel watched her spread jam on her toast, a process that seemed to
require much attention. She had never been a morning person and could
barely function without ingesting dangerous amounts of caffeine. She
liked to tease him by telling people that he could get up early, get
right to work, plow through the day, then stay up late without
appearing the worse for wear, the bastard, but he knew that underneath
the gibe was real envy. He usually grinned apologetically in response.

"Nothing much. Serena, Radhu, and I ended up at the Spirited Flesh."

That got Jenn's attention. She looked up in surprise. "The strip club?
That's a rather unusual destination for you guys."

"Too cold last night to go trolling for whores, so we figured we'd
stay inside and catch some titties. You know, given that my girlfriend
dresses like a conservative Amish grandmother."

Jenn lifted an eyebrow, and glanced down at the short camisole she
usually wore to sleep. Daniel followed her glance, noting the hard
nipples denting the thin material. Jenn's breasts were properly tucked
in but the camisole was tight enough to leave very little to the
imagination. When Jenn looked back up, Daniel was grinning.

"You're lucky I want this jam or I'd brain you with the jar, funny
man."

"Sorry, love. No, we went because Serena got a tip that Marjorie would
be there."

"Marjorie? So she's back? And at the Spirited Flesh? I wouldn't have
pegged her for that sort of place."

"Well, she was there, and you may not have pegged her for it, but she
was on stage dancing, and she did it exceptionally well."

Jenn gave him a knowing look.

"And you liked her, didn't you, my little funny man?"

"Well, I am a man, aren't I? So yeah, I liked it, at some level. It
was a good show. Really good show. But it went downhill pretty quick
afterwards."

Jenn was listening, eating quietly.

"Serena wanted to go talk to Marjorie backstage, but security wouldn't
let her, so we snuck around back to see if we could find a door or
something and we saw a man toss Marjorie into a limo and it drove away
before we could stop them."

"Wow. That's wild. Did she see you?"

"Marjorie? Don't know. I don't think so -- Serena screamed her name,
but she did not seem to react. Then again, it happened pretty fast."

"So Marjorie's disappeared again?"

"Near as I can tell. She doesn't seem to have gone back home last
night. And I think Serena took it personally, too. She's looking into
the limo company, trying to track down Marjorie again. She's convinced
there's some sort of foul play involved."

"I sense a but."

"But I'm not so sure, and Serena's can't figure out the angle. Look,
Jenn, you didn't see her dance on stage last night. Forget about
whether I found it arousing or not. She was into it, completely. I
don't think she could have faked it, not that well. She was... she was
hungry. The whole crowd picked up on it and reacted
accordingly. Whatever funny business is going on, no one forced
Marjorie to go and dance last night."

"Mmm," was Jenn's only comment. "I hope Serena keeps us up to date."

Daniel grinned. "You have any doubt?"

They finished their breakfast in silence, a not uncommon
occurrence. Daniel had come to enjoy those moments of calm in the
large kitchen, where in the morning the sun would shine through the
large bay window of the adjoining living room. He especially relished
-- and he knew it sounded trite but feelings were feelings however
much they might feel like they had been recycled from too many
motion-picture scenarios -- Jenn being near while she still had that
air of sleepiness clinging to her, hair scrunched together in a rough
ponytail, face relaxed and clear, body still demanding warmth. Perhaps
because she was at her most natural then, at her most vulnerable?

That morning, however, Daniel could tell something was bothering her,
and it was not his previous night's outing, he was pretty sure. She
seemed to be fighting off the urge to breach a topic as if it was on
the tip of her tongue just waiting to leap out at the slightest
provocation. Provocation that Daniel was happy to provide, since he
could guess what that topic was.

"How about you," he asked, "your chat with Professor Framingham?"

She looked at him, and seemed at first almost reluctant to
respond. "We talked about the scholarship and the program at Austin
some, and she was very encouraging, and, oh Daniel, it sounds so very
good and perfect and just a wonderful place to be!"

She paused, an expression that Daniel had seldom seen on her face --
was it shyness? -- and he gave her all the time she needed.

"Have you... have you thought some more about..."

"About going to Austin?"

"Yes, that. I know it's big, it's a big step, it's probably not what
you were thinking, going off to Texas and all that, but it's only
temporary, just a couple of years, and we could have fun, loads of
fun, and I know I'll be busy, but there are plenty of nice places, and
Austin seems to have a good PolSci department, and I know, I know,
that they're pretty much Texas-focused and that you were hoping for a
more national outlook but I'm sure we'll be able to work something out
and that we'll be together and I'm babbling and I should really let
you put in a word in edge-wise shouldn't I?"

Daniel could not help but smile at her, shaking his head. She looked
adorable, trying to keep quiet and let him have his say.

"You've really been thinking about this, haven't you?" Jenn
nodded. "Okay, so have I. I see three options. One, we forget about
the scholarship and proceed as though it never happened. Two, we spend
a couple of years apart, you at Austin me somewhere else. Three, I
find something in Austin to tie me over or that I find genuinely
interesting. Now," he added rapidly when he saw that Jenn wasted to
interject, "I refuse to consider the possibility of you declining the
Blumberry -- you've worked too hard for it and I couldn't live with
that. So that's out, at least from my perspective. I also have no
desire to spend any time away from you if I can help it, but at the
same time I'm not sure that cooling my heels for two years would be
useful for me, career-wise, and I'm worried that if I'm unhappy it
might affect our relationship."

"Fair enough. I'm not so ready to dismiss the option of just declining
the scholarship, though. It's not all your choice, you know."

"Be that as it may, my plan then is to first check out the
possibilities in Austin and the area, then we'll have some data to
help make the decision. I'm going to talk to my advisor today, and see
if we can work something out. I can't promise anything, but I'll try
my damnedest to head out to Austin with you."

"Okay, so we don't talk about it further before you know
something. Okay." Jenn looked like she was trying to convince
herself. "Okay. I can do that."

"It doesn't have to be that drastic. I mean, we can still --"

"No. Otherwise, it's the only thing I'll think or talk about, and
it'll drive us crazy. No. Let's table it. I don't have to respond
until the end of December. So let's talk again, say, in early
December. Until then, we gather data. You talk to your people, I talk
to my people. We compare notes then." She looked pensive for a few
seconds. "Besides, I have an idea for how we can pass the time." She
smiled a smile that worried him.

She made her way over to him, pushed his chair away from the table,
and sat on his lap and hugged him. He hugged her back, and before long
he was thoroughly aware of her almost naked body on top of his and the
weight of her breasts against his chest, and his cock jerked at the
sensations. Jenn felt it, and grinned back at him, playfully rubbing
her ass on the growing erection.

"Someone's awake this morning," she said.

"Well, you know --"

She did not let him finish, kissing him deeply.

"Wow. So, what's that idea of yours, and does it involve heading back
to the bedroom?" he asked when she let him go.

Jenn jumped up, excitement all over her face.

"Just something I saw last week, and now it makes so much sense! Do
you have any plans for tonight? No? Good. Don't make any. Let's spend
tonight at home. Be back by seven. I have something for you. Might
help us make up our minds about Austin. Oh, this is going to be fun!"

She leaned over and kissed him again, hard, a kiss that perked up his
erection to full strength. She skipped away to get dressed, leaving
Daniel aroused and wondering.

The morning went by slowly for Daniel, between classes and work to be
finished, and lunch was a welcome break. Serena showed up in the
dining hall towards the end of lunch period, looking frazzled and
frustrated.

"You okay?" asked Daniel.

"This morning was an utter and complete washout." She
groaned. "Marjorie hasn't reappeared, no one knows anything about the
charms bracelet we found, and the limo company isn't returning my
calls. Fuck." She slammed her cell phone down on the table and stared
at it as if it remained silent specifically to spite her.

"It's only been half a day. Things will turn up."

She groaned again. "Let's hope so. I've got a contact at the police
department who's agreed to look into the limo via more official
channels, but everything's complicated by the fact that this is not a
missing-person case."

"I guess the police is used to people acting weird."

"Forget weird, how about not making any sort of sense? I mean you were
there last night. You saw her. She danced like she had been doing it
all her life. Fuck, she danced better than most that have danced all
their life. And what she did up there..."

"Yeah..."

"That wasn't Marjorie."

"Wait, I thought you said --"

"It was Marjorie, but she wasn't herself. I can't explain it."

"Did you talk to the frat?"

"Delta Iota Kappa? I'm headed there this afternoon. Not that I'm
looking forward to it, mind you. Bunch of bigoted retards, the lot of
them."

Daniel shrugged noncommittally. He had no interest in the Greek life,
did not keep up with it, felt the better for knowing little about
it. The only time he became aware of them was during their annual
pledge week.

"They're the ones that hold that huge party every spring," added
Serena, "The one that women-rights groups have been clamoring against
since times immemorial? Dick-Bash? Stupid name."

Daniel knew about Dick-Bash, easily the most infamous party on campus,
variously described as an affront to women and as an orgiastic display
of flesh depending on who was asked. It was reputed to harbor more
scantily clad women than Florida beaches during Spring
Break. Invitations, however, were hard to come by.

"I'm meeting their PR guy later," added Serena.

"They have a PR guy?"

"So it seems. Okay, gotta go. Say hi to Jenn, tell her I missed her
last night."

And she left, in as much of a rush as when she had arrived. Daniel
wondered if she would ever slow down.

The rest of his day was relatively quiet, as he settled down to
research and write a paper. He took an hour mid-afternoon to hunt down
some professors he felt sufficiently close to and ask their advice
about career prospects in Austin, and emerged from those discussions
more confused than before. He disliked being confused, liked having a
plan, a course of action.

Back home, Jenn and he had a quick dinner before she asked him to go
to the living room and wait for her. Intrigued, Daniel settled himself
on the couch and pondered the benefits of an early evening nap.

Jenn joined him in the living room carrying what looked like a board
game. Daniel was curious -- they never played board games except for
the rare bout of Scrabble, rare because Jenn was -- unsurprisingly
given her literary tendencies -- a formidable opponent.

She dropped the box on the coffee table and sat cross-legged on the
floor in front of Daniel. The box was plain black, with only a name
emblazoned in deep red: What is thy Bidding, my Master?

"I wonder how much they had to pay to license that name from Lucas,"
Daniel asked, amused.

"Oh shush. I got it today at the game store on Broad Street. I read
about it online a few weeks back. It sounded very interesting, and
right now I figure it's the best thing for us. It's an adult mind
control game."

"A what now?"

"An adult mind control game. Kind of like those adult board games we
looked at last Christmas when we visited your parents, you know, the
ones where you have cards that tell you to act out some fantasy, or to
remove a piece of clothing, or kiss one of the players, or --"

"I get it, thanks. Okay, so it's a sex game. Why?"

"It sounded amusing."

"No, I mean, why do you think that's the best thing for us right now?
Do we have a problem that I'm not aware of? Is this a subtle hint of
some kind?"

"No, silly. Our sex life is great. But you know what they say about
keeping the fires of passion burning?"

"Ouch, ouch, it burns?"

She tossed a cushion in his direction. "You did hint a few times that
you had kinks you thought perhaps we should explore, and I figured
that this might be a way to do just that. Find your inner pervert, if
you will. As I said, sounded amusing."

"This wouldn't have anything to do with our discussion this morning
about Austin, in some twisted way only your mind can fathom?"

Jenn almost blushed. "You mean that perhaps I might be thinking that
by trying out some kinkiness and stuff then you might consider coming
with me to Austin even more seriously because then you'd know what
you'd be giving up were we to be apart? That would be seriously
manipulative, wouldn't it?"

"That it would. And amazingly appropriate given the name of the
game. Jenn --"

"Shush. No talking about that now, remember? We agreed to discuss it
in December. Tonight, I just want to have some fun and relax and maybe
get a little bit lucky." Her eyes flashed. "So, shall we?"

"Lead the way."

Jenn opened the box and pulled out a board that she unfolded onto the
table, as well as packs of cards and tokens. Jenn, who seemed to have
read the instructions beforehand, set up the board while explaining
the broad lines of the rules.

"Basically, it's your typical board game, where you move around the
board based on the toss of the dice, and follow the directions of the
squares you land on. You accumulate tokens throughout the game, these
little watches --"

"Watches?"

"You know, for hypnosis."

"Oh. Cute."

"Anyway, you accumulate those watches that basically play the role of
money that you can transact with, and you have these event cards here
that give you further instructions or introduce accidents or stuff,
and then, then you have these control cards," -- she pointed to two
packs of cards labelled "For Him" and "For Her" -- "that you may
either purchase with your watch tokens or obtain through luck, and
that you keep and can play when you land on a square on which there is
already a player that you control to get them to do stuff."

"What kind of stuff?"

"Sex stuff. Kinky stuff. Of all sort. You'll see."

"Sounds straightforward enough. How do you get to control someone?"

"Depends. There are a few ways. You'll know when you encounter
them. It usually involves a purchase using tokens."

"Okay. Doesn't sound overly thrilling, to be completely honest."

"Spoilsport. Just give it a chance."

Before long, and much to his surprise, Daniel found himself engrossed
in the gameplay. It was simple, no argument there, but it was well
thought out and did require some strategizing. And, of course, there
were a few perks. Both he and Jenn had lost various pieces of
clothing, since the game did really include the standard tropes of sex
board games. He was down to boxer shorts and socks, while Jenn still
had on a bra and her sweatpants. Perhaps it was only the slow ramp up
of sexual appetite elicited by the game, but seeing his girlfriend
half-nude was having an effect. Perhaps there was something to that
mind control thing after all, he thought, and smiled.

"What's so funny?" asked Jenn.

"Nothing, just being silly."

"Well, pay attention, since the card I got concerns you."

"Oh?"

She read the event card she had just picked. "Here goes: 'Kiss the
player to your right for two minutes. If at the end of the two minutes
they are aroused, get two hypno-tokens. If they are not, they get two
hypno-tokens.' Since we're just two, that makes you my victim right
now."

"Huh, okay. So we have to kiss then."

"Unless you want to incur a penalty."

"Nah, I think I can stomach it. Come on, give me your best shot."

Jenn grinned, and stood slowly. Daniel tried very hard not to pay too
much attention to the way her breasts moved under her bra. Jenn set
the little timer conveniently provided with the game for two
minutes. She then got on her knees on the couch next to Daniel and,
gently turning his head to her, kissed him, softly at first, then more
and more urgently, her lips parting to let her tongue play first with
his lips then his own tongue. Before half the time allotted was up,
Jenn was kissing Daniel with a passion that threatened to overwhelm
him. In the final minute of the kiss, Jenn was cradled in his arms,
practically sitting in his lap, pressing the side of her body hard
against his crotch, almost humping him while their lips remained
locked, her breasts pushing against his chest.

When the soft bell of the timer rang to indicate that two minutes had
elapsed, Jenn slowly straightened up while Daniel tried to catch his
breath and recover from the most intense kiss he had experienced in a
while. Perhaps there was something to this game after all, he thought.

"Let's see, now." Jenn was smiling broadly as she reached with a hand
and grabbed Daniel's rock-hard cock through his shorts. He gasped, and
his cock jerked at the contact. "Yup. Hard. Two watches for me."

She got off the couch and skipped back to her place down by the table,
leaving Daniel with a hard-on that he had no real way to deal with at
that moment. The thought of a hand job flashed through his mind. He
moaned softly, dejected, and that elicited a small chuckle from Jenn.

"Imagine playing this with others! We should invite the rest of the
musketeers next time," she said.

"Ah! Radhu would pop a neuron at the thought of doing anything like
that with Serena. And what happens if we definitely don't want to kiss
the person? I mean, I like Radhu and all, but I don't fancy locking
lips with him."

"As I said, there are penalties if you don't want to follow a card's
instructions. You can look them up. Except for the control cards,
though. Those you cannot get out of, short of forfeiting the
game. After all, it's a mind control game, not a BDSM game with safe
words."

"I thought even under hypnosis you couldn't get someone to do
something they truly did not want to do?"

Jenn rolled her eyes. "It's a game, Daniel. Relax. Go with the flow."

They resumed the game, Daniel a bit more into it now that he had had
his first taste of the possibilities, and before too long he had
acquired his first control card. It was fairly mild, all things
considered, but that he had it and what it implied was slowly making
its way through his brain.

Jenn's eye had flashed when she saw him reach for the control card,
and she looked like the proverbial cat having swallowed the proverbial
canary.

Daniel read the card. "Order a woman player you control to wear
something of your choice." He could not play it until he had Jenn
under his control, however. Control could be achieved by landing on a
special square, or by purchasing it with enough watches, or through
trade with other players. Who thinks of those things? he wondered.

Three moves later, and it was Jenn's turn to pick up a control card,
and she grinned like a madwoman when she read it. Daniel felt a pang
of worry.

And then, it happened. Daniel picked up an event card that offered him
a special price on hypnosis -- a discount due to a traveling show, it
said -- and he had enough tokens to purchase control of a player. A
smile on his face, he pounced.

"Ten watches, and I now get control of you, love."

He reached out and put a smaller plastic version of his board piece on
top of Jenn's own piece.

"Let the games begin," added Daniel.

Jenn watched him intently, but remained silent. They continued
playing. Jenn picked up another control card, but the control itself
still eluded her. Daniel managed to pick up a few more control cards
as well. The game seemed to have reached a second phase of sorts.

Finally, Daniel moved his piece and landed on the same square as
Jenn. She immediately looked up at Daniel. He took his time, enjoying
the suspense and yes, the power, before putting down a control
card. She picked it up and read it. It was his first card.

"Jenn, love, please go wear something sexy."

"What do you --"

"Surprise me."

Jenn nodded. Daniel watched her head to the bedroom, his eyes straying
down her body.

He contemplated his cards, the board, his mind a whirl of images of
Jenn and other girls he fancied in sexually explicit situations, and
he could feel the undertone of tension due to the whole Austin
question. Don't think about that, he chided himself, not tonight.

"Is this suitable, master?"

Daniel turned to look, and thoughts of the future and of other girls
just evaporated. Jenn had chosen a short satin slip, plum colored,
that barely reached the middle of her thighs. It delightfully clung to
her curves, setting off her body better than nudity would have. Her
breasts were perfectly outlined, and the slip plunged to offer a
cleavage that drew the eye. Daniel was surprised and pleased that she
had decided to put on a pair of black high-heeled shoes, the one she
saved for official functions. She struck a classic pose by the
entrance of the living room, clearly enjoying the effect she was
having on Daniel, who could do nothing but stare open-mouthed at his
girlfriend.

"Well, is it?" she asked again.

He nodded, not trusting his voice.

Jenn smiled, then positively glided across the room to her spot by the
table. Daniel's eyes never left her, his gaze locked in on her legs as
she walked, admiring the intricate play of muscles under the skin,
toned thighs pulling, calves flexing, all emphasized by the heels.

Jenn paused by the table, unsure as to how to best sit down on the
floor. She finally shrugged and sat with her legs folded to the side.

"My turn," she said, voice soft. Almost subservient. Damn, thought
Daniel, she's good.

They played on, with Daniel utterly distracted and hardly paying
attention to the board, his eyes alternating between looking at Jenn's
thighs, tantalizingly exposed by her slip, and the valley between her
breasts. Jenn acted demure, as though nothing out of the ordinary was
going on. Daniel wondered at his own reaction -- after all, he had
seen Jenn with very little on often enough, and while it never failed
to turn him on, he had never been affected quite as much as he was
affected then. The subtext of the game was getting to him, it
seemed. Did he have control fantasies he was not aware of? An
intriguing question to explore later. Great, he thought, one more
thing to ponder, like there wasn't enough of those already.

Being distracted did not hinder Daniel's luck, however, and in the
next several rounds managed to collect quite a few control cards,
raising his total to five to Jenn's two. Jenn still had not managed to
put him under her control, so she had no opportunity to use them. Not
so Daniel, who in fact was eagerly waiting for his playing piece to
land on the same square as Jenn's one more time.

His luck came after a snake eye's shot landed him in the coveted
company. Jenn looked up at him, waiting to see what he would do. He
gazed back, taking his time, enjoying the moment, milking it for every
ounce of anticipatory excitement. Days of his youth spent walking to
the candy store with his pockets full of quarters, fantasizing about
what he would purchase once there, came to mind, the feeling so
familiar it made him ache. Slowly he put down the control card he had
chosen well before he rolled the dice. Jenn read it. "Order a woman
player you control to perform a lap dance for the player of your
choice."

Jenn fought hard to suppress a grin, while at the same time blushing
madly. Daniel surmised that playing the game had affected her as well,
since he knew his girlfriend enough to recognize that her blush was in
large part the result of arousal, tinged with self-consciousness. And
Jenn was so rarely self-conscious that the novelty served to excite
him further.

Playing it up, he leaned back on the sofa, appearing casual and
supremely in control, a cool customer. Jenn, meanwhile, stood up
slowly, unfolding before Daniel who did not want to miss a second of
the show she was putting on. Jenn looked around the room, then told
Daniel to wait for a second before dashing to the kitchen and bringing
back a chair.

"Come sit here. We'll be more comfortable," she said. Daniel nodded
and did as she asked. Jenn went to their entertainment center and
after fiddling with it a bass-heavy droning music arose from the
speakers.

Jenn started swaying in time to the music, with her hips only at
first, her back turned to Daniel, one hand on a bookcase, the other at
her waist. Mesmerized, Daniel watched her ass swing left and right in
time with the music. He wondered suddenly if Jenn had any underwear
on. He had not said anything about them, so it really depended on how
she had interpreted his request. No, he corrected himself, his
command.

When the music really kicked in, Jenn turned around and started
dancing the way he had seen her dance at times, except this time it
was only for him, and it was so much more sexy than anything he had
ever seen her do before. She bumped, she ground, she flirted, her hair
flying about with her wildest movements, her slip threatening to rise
up over her hips but by some miracle of modern textile technology
never did, hiding all of Jenn's treasures while leaving her legs open
to ogling. Daniel did not know where to look, and decided to follow
her hands, which were traveling, at times quickly and at times slowly,
up and down her body as she danced to the music, caressing up the
inside of her thighs, or pressing her ass cheeks together, or cupping
her breasts and offering them to his astonished gaze.

The music suddenly shifted, and clearly Jenn had know this would
happen, because she was already on her hands and knees on the floor,
prowling towards Daniel like a predator stalking her prey. He was
offered a perfect plunging view of Jenn's breasts as her slip bulged
slightly, and their gentle swaying was hypnotic, which he thought was
appropriate given the game they were playing.

Jenn reached his chair and put her hands on his knees, the touch
making him jump. She stood, ever so slowly -- first kneeling up, her
chest moving to the music, eyes closed, head lolling, then crouching,
sitting on her heels, then straightening, the movements of her chest
communicated to her whole body, her ass swinging from left to right to
left to right. He lifted one arm to touch her, enticed by her
nearness, but she slapped his hand away. She leaned towards him, her
hands once more on his knees.

"No touching," she said, her voice a breathless huff. "You know the
usual lap dance rules. I do the touching." She moved her hands up
Daniel's legs, stopping just short of his desperate erection.

She danced still, this time in close quarters, her arms raised above
her head, eyes closed once more, her slip lifting almost -- but not
quite -- to where anything could be seen.

When Daniel thought he could endure it no longer, Jenn turned around,
then lowered herself onto his lap and continued dancing against
him. His overly sensitive cock reacted as though it was in direct
contact with her skin and not hidden away in boxer shorts. She leaned
back against his chest. Her hair was smothering him but he did not
mind -- he did not even notice. When she leaned her head far back over
his left shoulder, baring her throat, offering him another plunging
view down the front of her slip, he saw that she was not wearing any
bra -- which he had already guessed -- and that she was sporting a
small G-string the same plum color as the slip. He could also see that
her nipples were erect into hard little nubs that begged to be pulled.

"Is this what you wanted?" asked Jenn, her voice now throaty.

Daniel nodded, a sound of some kind escaping him.

"Tell me, that strip club last night, it turned you on, didn't it?
Seeing all those girls expose themselves for your pleasure, like
little playthings, it got your cock hard, didn't it? Did you get a lap
dance last night? No? Ahhh, poor little boy. Had I been there, I'd
have danced for you. Just like this." She pushed her ass hard onto his
cock, and Daniel groaned. Jenn moaned in response.

"Jenn," he said, his voice tight, "turn around, face me."

Jenn smiled. Slowly, maintaining contact for as long as she could, she
swiveled around and straddled his legs, pressing hard once again into
his lap. She looked at him right in the eyes, her smile lingering on
her lips.

"Whatever you say, master."

The playful inflection she put on that sentence sent waves of frenzy
to his cock. She noticed, laughed, and ground hard against his
throbbing erection. Daniel feared he would come in his pants, which
might have been embarrassing if not for his suspicion that Jenn would
take it as a delightfully heartfelt tribute.

Jenn's breasts were right before him, still half concealed by the
slip. Daniel longed to touch, but kept to the rules of their game. He
followed the slip down to her crotch to see the plum garment had risen
up over her hips when she had spread her legs, and her tiny G-string
was the only thing separating her pussy from him. She was beautiful.

"Like the view?" asked Jenn in his ear. She was lightly rubbing her
cheek against his, mimicking with her face what the rest of her body
was doing. She then repeated the motion with her lips, lightly running
them all over his face, holding up his head with her hands.

"God, this is turning me on so much," she whispered. She ground her
crotch against his cock as if to punctuate her statement. "I can just
imagine dancing like this on your lap in that club, half-naked in
front of a bunch of people cheering me on. Can you picture it?"

He could.

"Or perhaps I'm dancing like this on top of someone else, some poor
little boy, perhaps an innocent little virgin that his buddies brought
over to be initiated, the kind that's so fun to tease and get off?"

Daniel's cock jerked hard. Jenn laughed. "Oh, you like that, don't
you? You'd like to see me give another man a lap dance, wiggle my
little butt for him, thrust my tits in his face, like this?" She
illustrated her statement, pulling Daniel's head between her
breasts. "Too bad we didn't have another player here tonight, another
man; you could have ordered me to perform for him." Still holding on
to his head, she rubbed his face on her cleavage, in counterpoint to
the motion of her hips, still keeping time with the music. She moaned,
pulled is head back, a wild look in her eyes.

"Fuck, I'm so wet right now. Can you feel it?"

She did not give him time to answer, but pressed her mouth on his,
hard, and kissed him, lips against lips, tongue against tongue, teeth
against teeth, her whole body molding itself against his, undulating,
shifting, pushing.

"I want you inside," she said upon pulling out of the kiss. She lifted
herself just enough to shift Daniel's shorts down and free his cock,
which on cue sprung up as if it was a jack-in-the-box.

"Hey, I thought you were supposed to do what I wanted?"

She pushed the gusset of her G-string aside to uncover her moist
pussy, aligned it over his shaft, and paused to look at him.

"Well then, I guess your control is not perfect. You'll have to
practice some."

And she sat on his cock, without flinching, without stopping, stabbing
herself with the hardened shaft. Daniel sank into her like an elephant
in quicksand. She was warm and tight, and the intensity of their
arousal was such that it was as though he was impaled inside a whole
new pussy.

When his cock was fully inside, Jenn let out a deep sigh, and let
herself go against him, basking, reveling, wallowing in the moment of
fullness. Daniel did not move, enjoying the shared moment.

At some unspoken signal, they started to move together. Jenn ground
her ass back and forth on Daniel's lap, while he shifted his hips in
counterpoint.

Jenn then got serious, pushing herself against Daniel, kissing him
again, and proceeded to fuck him thoroughly, lifting herself up by the
strength of her legs, at first pushing herself back down but soon
slamming herself down and impaling herself on the hard shaft. Daniel
was content to let himself be ridden. He enjoyed watching her, and was
fascinated by the way her breasts swayed under the thin slip.

Jenn was getting close to climax, he could tell, and felt her juices
leak down the sides of his cock. So he needed practice, didn't he?

He grabbed Jenn by the waist, stopping her. She opened her eyes,
frowned, and was about to protest when Daniel gave her a light slap on
the ass.

"Get off, and get on the floor."

"But --"

"I thought you were supposed to do what I told you?"

"You were supposed to only get a lap dance!"

"Well, I guess my control isn't perfect yet. Now get on the floor so I
can fuck you properly."

Jenn tried to maintain her frown, but soon gave up and
grinned. "Promises, promises..." She kissed him once more before
sliding him out and laying down on the ground. She stretched
luxuriously, her eyes on Daniel the whole time.

"Turn around. I want you from behind."

Jenn smiled, turning onto her stomach slowly, making a show of
it. Daniel loved the way her ass looked in that position. By the time
he had taken his post behind her, she was on her hands and knees, head
down, back arched, ass offered. She had shed the whiff of material
that posed as underwear, and Daniel could see her pussy, puffy, red,
moist, practically begging to be penetrated.

Which he obliged without hesitation, pushing his cock into Jenn's
pussy in one long sustained thrust. Jenn gasped when Daniel bottomed
out. She did so again when, after pulling himself out almost
completely, he thrust back into her. He soon settled into a regular
rhythm, fucking her fast, hard, and deep. He loved taking her like
that -- the position afforded him to go in where her pussy could
sheath him like a wetsuit. Jenn seemed to enjoy it as well, as
witnessed by the sounds that escaped her and the thrusts of her ass
back against his.

She had been close to coming earlier when they were on the chair, so
it did not take long for their fucking to have the desired effect --
Jenn was quickly approaching her release point. Her moans had turned
into groans and were now being vocalized in an endearing litany of
squeals interspersed with shouts of "Yes!" and "Oh!". When Daniel
spied one of her hands sneak down to her crotch to undoubtedly play
with her little love button, he knew she was about to pop. So was
he. Slowing down, he tried to time it so that when her hand touched
her clit he would shove hard, impaling himself inside her as deep as
he would go. And he did. And Jenn exploded, right on cue, her back
arching high, a scream escaping her throat while a shiver ran through
her body. Daniel remained embedded deep inside her for several
seconds, his pubic bone flush against her ass, before pulling out and
thrusting back into her, bucking his way to his own orgasm. Jenn,
post-orgasmically sensitive, was mewling, shivers still wracking her
body.

Daniel let out a shout when he came, pushing once more deeply into the
depths of his girlfriend, and they collapsed together, breathless,
sweaty, spent. Daniel rolled onto his back, and stretched his arms
wide.

"Wow," he said. "That was... Wow."

Jenn lazily slid up against him, and nestled herself into his
side. "Yeah."

"You know," added Daniel after several minutes staring at the ceiling,
"we have to start using the bed again. This whole screwing on the
floor is getting hard on the knees."

He could feel Jenn smile against him. "The old rug burns. It's like
I'm back in high school."

"What?"

"Never mind."

They were silent for a while.

"Jenn, love, look, you don't have to do this."

"Do what?"

"This. This whole seduction thing, this whole catering to my wishes,
yadi yadi yada."

She propped herself up on her elbow and looked at him.

"I'm doing this because I want to. Now," she smiled, vaguely naughty,
"if it so happens that, as a side effect of what we're doing, you are
reminded of what it is you like about me, and what you would miss by
us being apart, well..."

Daniel smiled back at her. "You are such a manipulative bitch."

"Aren't I? I'm soooo sorry. How can I make it up to?" She pretended to
think about it. "How about this: you want to play a game?"

"Another? I think I'm just about done for now, thank you."

"Not another game, call it an extension of this one. You got yourself
a few more of those control cards, right? Well, how about this -- I
will let you use those cards on me for real, whenever you want to play
them. No questions asked, no backing off."

"What are you saying?"

"That when we go out, say, you can decide to pull out a card like the
one you just played earlier, and I have to obey it."

"And you'd give me a lap dance, wherever we are?"

"If that's what the card says, yes. Sounds fun, no?"

"Sounds more like you're trying to screw with my head some more. Come
on, Jenn, I told you you don't have to do this."

"And I told you I'm doing this because I want to. So, are you in?
Actually, who cares? You do what you want, and if you happen to plop
down a card at some point, then I'll just have to do what it says,
won't I?"

Daniel watched her face break into a smug smile, and shook his head.

"Fine," he said. "You want to play that way? We'll play that
way. Teach you a little lesson, that'll do you good. Here," and he
stretched an arm, reaching for the four control cards he had left from
his discarded hand. He chose one, and handed it to her.

"Order a woman player you control to give you a blow job, choosing the
modalities of ejaculation," she read.

"There you go," he said, folding his arms behind his head. "Now suck
me. And face the other way -- it's easier for me to go deep, and I get
to look at your ass." He wondered how far he could push this
jerk-master attitude.

Jenn looked down his body and saw that he was sporting a fresh
erection. Looking into his eyes again, she put on her best submissive
face. "Whatever you say, master."

Swiveling around, she kneeled next to him, and gently took the head of
his cock between her lips, sucking him in slowly. Daniel ran a hand
over the back of her thighs up to her ass, which he shameless
fondled. She had a fantastic behind, he noted, and not for the first
time. Then her mouth engulfed his cock almost down to the root, and he
groaned, and figured that this was going to be a good one.

"Make sure you swallow everything when I come, my little slut."

Her answer was muffled by the hard cock in her throat, but Daniel was
pretty sure it sounded like "Whatever you say, master."