Author: SM

Title: Her New Name

Part: 25

Universe: SM, Her New Name

Summary: A divorced librarian, daughter of a minister in the Bible belt, discovers that she is irresistibly drawn to slutty experiences.

Keywords: cum fetish, exhibition, humil, gangbang, les D/s, bestiality, inc

Language: English

Her New Name—Part 25

(cum fetish, exhibition, humil, gangbang, les D/s, bestiality, inc)

By SM

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From Part 24 (Finding out I wasn’t the only nymphomaniac around . . . must be something in the water here):

“Oh, no . . . It was you?”

“Yeah,” Kari sighed.

“And it never occurred to Allen that you’re one of the librarians in this city, and it could have been you! And, even if it didn’t happen to you, it would have affected you. What a fuckin’ jerk! I don’t know why I put up with him,” Melody suddenly steamed. “And then stupid me! . . . I let him sort of move into my place and sleep in my bed, since he only sleeps during the day, with the club hours. And, I have been giving him free blow jobs every day for months and sometimes when he’s horny even letting him fuck me. STUPID!”

“Just start calling me ‘Melody-Stu . . . last name ‘Pid’.”

Kari laughed softly.

Melody took several deep breaths, and then she turned and hugged Kari.

“Did they hurt you badly?” she asked.

“No, not really. I don’t think so, anyway,” Kari replied. Melody let go of the hug and took another sip of her drink.

“Tell me. Please?”

“Ok, Ms. Melody-Stu—Well, the only thing that really changed is my interest in sex is in overdrive. I’m always super-horny for anybody and anything all the time since then. Now, I’m a nymphomaniac.”

“Ah. You don’t know why?”

“Actually, I do know why.”

Part 25

“You do? I’ve been wondering about that about me for most of my life, and I could never figure out why.”

“Well, I don’t know if you have the same reason that I do, but I know a reason. The problem is, it only made it stronger. I’m even more horny than I was before I knew the reason.”

“Oh my gawd! It never occurred to me that it would go that way. I always thought that if I knew why, that it would just go away, or at least lose its power over me.”

“Well, so far, it hasn’t worked that way for me . . . yet, at least,” Kari replied.

<A long pause>

“So, do you want to know my reason? I’m not pushing for you to hear it . . . I’m just asking.” Kari asked gently.

Melody looked at her with a defeated expression.

“Now, I don’t know if I want to hear it or not.”

“I can understand that.”

They sipped their drinks and some time passed in silence.

“I guess we need the Butler Lady to kick the shit out of our memories or something,” Melody said. “She won. She’s a winner.”

“She’s incredible . . . the most talented, beautiful and sexiest woman I’ve ever known.”

Melody turned and looked at Kari. “You know her?”

“Uhmm . . . officially, no. Off the record? Yes, I know her very well.”

“Who is she? May I ask that?”

“Uhmm . . . you can ask, but I’m sorry, I can’t answer, because she may have actually committed a crime in beating the shit out of those three escaped convicts to stop them from raping that teenager. I’m not going to reveal who she is because she might then be on trial for doing something that we’d all hope that someone would do for us.”

“I can understand that. Wow, though! I mean, to save that teenager from being raped, she took out three grown men, one with a knife, in about 10 seconds in a grassy park wearing 5-inch stiletto heels and a butler uniform, and walked away untouched. What a classy act!”

“Yeah, no joke. One thing you can count on, is that she’s the classiest act there is. . . . Well, maybe not as classy as THE BEAT OF SAN ANTONIO, but she’s as close as anyone can get as a single person, no doubt. Although, they’re great people in person, too.”

“Are you telling me that you know THE BEAT OF SAN ANTONIO? I mean, you know the dancers, personally? They are hitting the top of the charts, baby!”

Kari just blushed.

Melody just looked at her with her mouth open in shock.

They drank a lot for several hours, since the drinks were on the house, although Kari noticed that Melody was drinking two to her one. Surprisingly, nobody came up to hit on them, much to Kari’s dismay.

“So, somehow, we need to figure out where to go from here. Either I’m . . . or we’re . . . just stuck in being nymphos and we’ll just have to learn to live with it, or . . . we’ll have to learn how to control it . . . limit it, maybe . . . whatever. Or, we can just get drunk and pass out and they can fuck us until we wake up,” Kari said with a slurred voice.

“At the moment, I’m for the pass-out-and-let-them-fuck-us choice,” Melody said. “But, I’ve not been happy about waking up with cum in my cunt and on my tits and nobody . . . to hold me close. . . I jess haven’t found any way to make that happen,” she whispered with tears in her voice as she put her head down on her arms and passed out.

Kari felt her sadness and loneliness for awhile, sipping her drink, until a guy approached her table. He was dress relatively casual, but after all, since this was the VIP area, he had to have a fairly large income. VIP passes were not cheap.

“May I join you?” he asked politely.

“Sure,” Kari replied. She realized that her mini-dress had ridden up on her thighs, so her see-thru panties were in plain view, along with her bush and wet pussy lips which panties normally covered. Through the fog of the drinks, she considered tugging her mini-dress down, but decided that as a slut, she didn’t need to.

“I’m Wesley,” he said, reaching out to shake.

“I’m Kari,” she returned, shaking his hand. He sat down next to her. “I’d introduce you to Melody, but she’s had a bit too much to drink. If she wakes up, I’ll introduce you,” nodding toward her sleeping on her arms.

“Thank you. It looked like you two were deep in conversation, so I didn’t want to intrude. But, now you’re sort of sitting here without conversational company, so I thought I’d give it a go.” He seemed a bit awkward about approaching her.

“That’s nice of you. I’m glad you did.”

“So, how are things going for you?” he asked, obviously just trying to get a conversation going. She noticed he was trying hard not to look at her exposed see-thru panties, but every now and then, he couldn’t resist.

“Uhmm . . . well . . . it’s been difficult lately, but I’m doing pretty well, actually. How ‘bout you?”

“Pretty good. Just got a new job 3 months ago, and it’s going very well. Actually, it’s not a new job, just a new place to do what I do.”

“What kind of work do you do?”

“I’m a legal consultant for a financial firm.”

“So, you are a lawyer?”

“Well, yes . . . in the sense that I passed the bar exam, so I can practice law. But, I don’t really do anything in a live courtroom, just advise people about their financial issues, and file legal papers with the court.”

“I see. I don’t know much about legal stuff. Even during my divorce, my Dad handled all that stuff. In fact, I really didn’t want a divorce, but he pushed it through anyway.”

“Ah. So . . . uhmm . . . what do you do? I mean, what kind of work do you do?”

“I’m a librarian.”

He laughed, and then coughed, embarrassed. “Uhmm . . . you don’t look like a librarian—at least, the librarians I’ve known in the past.” His eyes dropped to her exposed panties. “But lately librarians have made the news for their sexual . . . uh—“

“—slutty identity?” Kari interjected. He chuckled, a bit nervously.

“Yeah, I guess you could call it that.”

“You’re talking about that librarian who got raped by those guys who got the shit beat out of them by the Butler Lady?”

“Well . . . uhmm . . . sort of . . . I’ve heard that has started changing the sexual image of librarians,” he said, coughing a bit nervously. “She really did the job, didn’t she? The Butler Lady, I mean.”

“I can agree with that, for sure. I’d hate to have been one of those guys.”

“Yeah, ain’t that the truth. . . . she’s a very cool babe. Although, if she was someone I knew, I’d have to behave,” he said, chuckling even more nervously. “After all, she took that guy’s knife away and almost cut his balls off.”

“Oh, I don’t know. She’s very easy to relate with. By the way, she said she was more upset that she missed breaking the first guy’s neck, and only shattered his jaw. I’m sure it was only the soft grass lawn that hindered her, since she was in 5-inch stiletto heels. That probably stopped her from cutting the other guy’s balls off, too.”

“You know her?” He looked surprised.

“Uhmm . . . officially? No.”

“Unofficially?”

“Off the record, you mean?”

“Yes.”

“Alright . . . Yes, I know her very well. She’s a very good friend. And I know who the librarian was who was raped which has opened up their sexually identity.”

“Really? You know them?” She could see that he was really getting turned on by this conversation.

“Yes.”

“Well . . . it seems you know a lot of key people.”

“Not really . . . it wasn’t planned, you know. None of us knew what was going to happen. It just . . . happened. Librarians aren’t . . . uhmm . . . usually key people.”

“I can understand that. The right place at the right time.”

“Yeah, I guess that would fit.”

“Can I buy you a drink?”

Kari laughed. “Well, you can, if you want to, but actually, I get free drinks here, so you could save your money. You could ask for a refill, though, if you can get Ginger’s attention.”

“Ginger?”

“The uhmm . . . topless redheaded gal who’s been waiting on us tonight.”

“You work here?”

“No.”

“But, you get free drinks?”

“I . . . uhmm . . . did something for the owner. He’s been trying to get me to work here since then, though,” Kari said, blushing.

“Oh? What does he want you to do?”

“He wants to hire me as a stripper. A slutty librarian act.” Kari blushed even brighter.

“You’d be good at it. You’re beautiful and sexy . . . and after all, you are a librarian, you said,” he said, his eyes dropping to her exposed panties again.

“Thank you, but I don’t know the first thing about dancing . . . or stripping . . . or doing anything on stage at all. Most librarians are pretty shy, except when they’re in charge at the library. We can sound rather authoritative if somebody is too loud, or we can talk at length about a book. Otherwise, we don’t have the foggiest idea what to do or say, most of the time.”

“Oh, well . . . a lot of the girls up on the stage don’t know what they’re doing anyway. But, if they’re nude and acting horny, that’s all the audience needs to start handing out the tips,” Wesley pointed out.

“Well . . . I can do the horny part easily enough these days,” Kari said, grinning at him.

“Oh?”

“Yeah, I’m horny almost all the time lately.”

“My lucky day,” Wesley hinted, smiling.

“It could be, yes . . . but, I don’t suppose the club management would find it all that good for us to just start fucking out in the open here on the table, so we’d have to find another place to . . . uhmm, actually do it,” Kari said, although she remembered that she’d done exactly that a couple of times here in this club, including the Lunch Whore gangbang. Inside herself, she was shocked that she was being so forward and so open about fucking. It just spurred her on, though. “If you want a blow job, I could go with you out to your car and suck you off there . . . if you want more, though, I kinda’ like beds or couches, personally.” That was way beyond the line to be that forward, of course, so her pussy started to leak juices to the point of wetting the chair underneath her. She crossed her legs and unconsciously started a humping motion.

“Uhmm . . . is there a . . . fee for this?”

“Oh, no. I’m not a professional whore. I’m just a librarian. A horny slutty librarian, though,” Kari said, leaning against him so that her boobs bulged out of the top of her dress right under his eyes.

“I don’t even work here,” she said, smiling up at his face.

He laughed. “Well, we can’t just leave you here feeling horny, now, can we?”

“No, I should say not,” she said, blinking innocently, leaning over and kissing his cheek. “And, we can take Melody along, if you don’t mind, since she’s my friend, and if she wakes up, she’ll want to fuck you, too.”

“Really? You’re sure? I’ve seen her here many times, and I heard she used to work here, stripping and teaching the other dancers.”

“Yeah, that’s her, alright. I asked her to come out tonight, so I can’t just leave her here. I know she’s horny, too, though, so as I said, if she wakes up, she’ll want to fuck you, too. Or, I’ll have sex with her if you want to watch.”

“Really?” His pants looked like the guy who saw her walking up the stairs on the way in, and he had to adjust to accommodate his hard-on. “I have only seen girl-girl scenes in porn movies.”

“Do you know a private place for us to go?”

“We could go to my place.”

“Ok, then. What are you waiting for?”

“Uhmm . . . well . . . this is the first time I’ve ever picked up a woman at a bar. I guess I need to call a cab, then.”

“Works for me,” Kari said, smiling and rubbing his leg. “The bartender can call one for you, if you want, or you can call one directly. There are probably several waiting outside, anyway.”

“That’s true. I’ve seen them waiting outside before.”

Kari waved to Marc, who came to her right away. “Is there a cab available?”

“Sure.”

“Can you help us get Melody loaded up, too?”

“Sure. I’ll try to wake her up first, but otherwise, I can carry her outside, no problem. I’ve done it many times before with her.”

Melody was pretty drunk, but she was at least able to walk outside to the cab. Kari explained what was happening, but she wasn’t sure how much Melody understood. But, she seemed to brighten up some by the time they arrived at Wesley’s place. She whispered to Kari that she’d wanted to fuck this guy before, but he was too shy to even get close enough to seduce him.

His house was on the north side of town in a moderately upscale area, with a well-kept landscaped and fenced-in yard. The house had wooden siding that made it look like a log cabin, which Kari liked a lot—and, it had a screened-in porch, which Kari liked even more.

She’s always wanted and loved screened-in porches. During her marriage, when she saw a house with a screened-in porch, she’d always say, “What a nice house!” Her ex had teased her that one day they’d be driving along and see a screened-in porch without any building attached to it, and she’d say “What a nice house!”

Sure enough, that happened—they were driving along one day in Georgia and saw a screened-in porch which apparently had previously been attached to a trailer which was no longer present. Her ex had looked at her, and she said, “Don’t say a word!” and he laughed for the next four miles.

So Wesley started off on great terms with Kari, at least, and apparently with Melody as well. However, he was a very nervous host, although it helped that both Kari and Melody had consumed enough alcohol to not be all that picky. He ushered them in and got them a drink from his well-stocked bar which looked like it hadn’t been used that often. In fact, the whole house looked like it hadn’t been lived in that much, so Kari surmised that he worked a lot. On the other hand, if there was no one to come home to, she was sure he wouldn’t exactly be in a hurry to be there. He commented that it was a good thing that his house cleaning service had been there earlier today, or he’d likely have been embarrassed to have them visit.

They sat around in the plush living room drinking and it was clear to Kari that he had no idea about how to move to the sexual events. “You’re really new to this, aren’t you?” Melody asked, to Kari’s surprise. She didn’t even know that Melody was awake yet, much less that she might be aware of what was going on.

“Uh . . . yeah . . . I confess that’s true. I’m just a guy, you know. An ordinary guy. Tried to get a career going so when I found a woman who wanted to join in, I’d be up and running. But then . . . now, I have a career, but don’t know anyone close enough to uhmm—“

“—fill your needs for intimacy?” Kari finished for him.

“Yeah, I guess that’s one way to put it.”

“Well, we’re not likely to be able to take care of all that tonight, but we can do a number on your sex needs,” she grinned, and then she moved next to him and slid her leg on top of his. This opened her thighs, of course, and her mini-dress pushed up above her waist, so her see-thru panties and pussy were open to his view. She could feel his hard-on against her leg, and she took his hand and put it between her legs.

Melody smiled and did the same thing on the other side. Her skirt wasn’t as short as Kari’s, but she just reached down to the hem and pulled it up so her pussy was just as exposed as Kari’s. She was wearing a pink g-string that accentuated the v-shape of her thighs.

Wesley flickered his eyebrows up and down, and looked back and forth at Kari and Melody smiling up at him. “Well, this is an interesting start. I go from not even having a date for several years to being seduced by two horny women from a strip bar,” he said, grinning.

“I’d call that a great start,” Melody said, as she teased his chest with her finger and reaching out her tongue to lick his lips quite seductively.

“You’re way overdressed, though,” Kari pointed out, as she rubbed her wet pussy though her panties using his hand underneath her own.

“I’d have to agree with that,” he said. “My cock is literally aching to come out.”

“Well, we’ll just have to take care of that, now, won’t we?” Melody said, and moved her leg off of his and started unbuckling his belt. Kari moved off, as well, and reached up to kiss him with lots of tongue. She started pulled his shirt up and reached under it to feel the skin of his chest. Melody had managed to unbutton him and open his zipper, and she was tugging to remove his pants, so he lifted his hips up to help. She took his boxer shorts off at the same time, so he was naked from the waist down. Then Kari let go of the kiss and pulled his shirt up and over his head, completing his undress.

“Now, you two are overdressed,” he said, grinning, his dick at full mast in his lap. “I was thinking the whole way here about your offer of a girl-girl scene, Kari.”

Melody brightened up at that and moved over in front of Kari. “I love licking your pussy, Kari,” she said, licking her lips with anticipation. “You always taste so sweet!” Kari was standing up from the couch, and reached out to hug and kiss her, using lots of tongue with her, as well. Melody reached down and slid her hands under Kari’s mini-dress, revealing her naked ass with only a thin string going between her legs to Wesley, who had started stroking his cock as he watched with anticipation.

The two horny women danced and kissed, all the while sliding dresses down over their shoulders to reveal their boobs and panties down around their thighs, with all the sexy mews and moans to go with each caress. Melody kissed her way down Kari’s neck and started sucking on her nipples, with her hand between Kari’s thighs fingering her slit. Kari had always been sensitive to nipple attention, and she actually had a small orgasm, stiffening and squeezing Melody’s hand with her thigh muscles. She started falling backwards and almost landed on Wesley’s large dick, but he guided her to one side, so she was astride his left leg. Melody slid her panties on down around her ankles and moved in to began teasing her pussy lips with her tongue and fingers, as Kari arched back on his leg, Wesley’s eyes watching Melody do her magic.

Kari managed to have several more orgasms in that position, and turned her head sideways to kiss Wesley as she squeezed her boobs together. Melody reached up and grabbed her left nipple which was right under Wesley’s eyes and pulled and twisted, which made Kari jump and moan. Melody pulled her mouth back from Kari’s cunt, looking up at Wesley from between Kari’s legs, “We’re both pain sluts, so feel free to join in on that part of our kink,” she explained to him.

“Wow,” he said, releasing Kari from the kiss. “I wasn’t sure if that was even real for women, or if the porn movies just made that up.”

“No, it’s very real,” Kari said, and told Melody to use the belt on her. Melody pulled Wesley’s belt from his pants and folded it up short enough for her to use on Kari. She started by smacking Kari’s boobs, just off of her nipples, moving back and forth between them. She gradually increased the impact until Kari was jumping somewhat at each smack of the belt and her boobs were turning pink. Then Melody moved down and started on the inside of Kari’s thighs, which made her spread her legs as wide as they could do, her right leg coming to stop against the underside of Wesley’s cock as he continued to stroke it slowly.

Then she moved back up to Kari’s tits, and increased the impact again, and began slapping Kari’s nipples, too. Kari leaned back on Wesley’s shoulder with her eyes closed, yelping and whining softly and breathing hard at each stroke of the belt as it stung her. She had pulled her arms close to her sides, so they wouldn’t get in the way of the belt. Then Melody moved back down and stung the inside of Kari’s thighs again, and gradually moved toward the center, which of course, was Kari’s pussy. When she started smacking against Kari’s clit, Kari’s jerked violently, moaning and grabbing her legs, almost screaming “I’m CUMMING! OH, GAWD, I’M FUCKING CUMMING!” Wesley was jerking quite rapidly on his cock, and his cum began spurting up in the air, landing mostly on Kari’s leg, but also spattering around on his thighs and Melody’s face and hair.

Kari’s pain induced orgasm lasted a very long time, until she collapsed back against Wesley’s shoulder, breathing very hard. She was pleased that she hadn’t passed out, but it did take her awhile to regain her breath. While she did, Melody was busy licking up Wesley’s cum wherever it had landed.

“Wow, you came a lot!” she commented.

“I haven’t had sex for a long time, except for masturbating, so I guess I’ve been saving up for this,” he said grinning. His cock went limp for a few minutes, but the whole scene was so sexy and unusual for him, he was hard again pretty quickly.

“Now, it’s my turn,” Melody said happily. “And I want that hard cock in my pussy!” Kari smiled and moved over to give her room, and started rubbing her sore cunt while she watched Melody get on Wesley’s lap facing him, maneuvering her pussy over his cock. Kari reached over and guided it into position and she began to slide down onto it, both of them moaning with the wonderful feeling.

She began riding it up and down, first slowly and then faster. Wesley had reached up and started playing with her boobs, so she said, “Pinch my nipples!” He grabbed both of them, squeezing and stretching them upward, so with each pump of Melody’s fucking, they were stretched and relaxed. “Harder!” Melody told him, her voice intense.

She kept humping him, and her thighs were smacking against his legs. “Harder!” He looked surprised, but did as she asked. “Pull them fucking off!” and stiffened and moaned out her orgasm. Wesley leaned back, his thighs tightening, and Kari knew that he had shot his cum up inside Melody as well.

They took a break, and talked for awhile, catching up on the drinks. When they ran low, Melody hopped up and refilled everyone’s drink. She seemed to have gotten a second wind, as compared to falling asleep at the strip club. Wesley went and got some towels, so they could wipe off some of the sweat.

“You two are something else! I’ve never had the chance to experiment with the pain part of it,” he commented conversationally. The two women were sitting there on either end of the couch mostly naked with their legs open, so both their tits and pussies were in plain view. “And, you don’t seem to have any inhibitions, either one of you.”

“Well, it wasn’t always that way,” Kari said, remembering how inhibited she was for 2 decades with her ex. “In fact, it’s only been recently that my inhibitions have sort of faded away.”

“Yeah, well . . . not for me . . . I can’t remember when I felt inhibited . . . way back when I was a teen, I suppose,” Melody tossed in. She finished off her drink, and began to suck on Wesley’s dick, which got things rolling again.

Some of the evening was sort of a blur for Kari, but the next day she remembered sucking on Melody’s cunt from on top in a 69 while Wesley fucked her doggy style as Melody licked both of them. Sometime later, she remembered sitting on Wesley’s cock while he slapped her tits, first with his hands and then with the belt, and after she came, Melody exchanged places with her and Kari watch him do the same with her. Wesley had a lot of stamina, part of which was probably because it had been so long since he’d had sex.

All in all, it was a very sexy evening, but finally Wesley called them a cab—which he paid in advance for with his credit card—and thanked them for a wonderful and sexy time, saying he hoped they could do it again sometime soon. He kept both their panties as trophies, which was fine with Kari and Melody.

The cabbie, who was a rather nice looking woman, dropped Melody off at her place first, so Kari kissed her goodnight, and they drove on. “Looks like you two were at quite a party,” the cabbie said. The cab info card said her name was ‘Linda.’

“Well, we didn’t do too badly for just three of us,” Kari replied. “A guy picked us up at a strip bar and we went home with him. It was fun, but I’m still horny.”

“Oh? Are you a stripper?”

“No, I’m a librarian.”

“Oh, really?” the cabbie laughed. “Librarians are getting a new image these days. Do you happen to know the people involved with that incident with the rape and the Butler Lady and all that?”

“Uhmm . . . yeah, I do, actually,” Kari said.

“Here we go again, I open my mouth and then I end up confessing all kinds of sexual stuff.”

“Yeah, but remember? You WANT people to know that you were raped, so you can be a slut,” her slutself pointed out.

“Yeah, I remember.

“Besides, you’re probably still drunk, so who cares, anyway?”

“Really?”

“Uhmm . . . yes. I was one of them.” Kari’s pussy tingled, knowing that she was on the verge of being exposed.

“No kidding? Wow! Uhmm . . . which one, if I may ask?”

“Uhmm . . . I’m the librarian who got raped.”

“Oh! . . . I’m sorry . . . I didn’t mean to . . . uhmm . . . I just didn’t think . . . “ the cabbie stuttered.

“Don’t worry about it. I’ve decided to be open about my sexual experience.”

“I see. I guess that’s a good thing.”

“I don’t know if it is or not, actually, and I really don’t care anymore. I lived for too long trying to do everything right, and I’ve finally decided just to be me.”

“Well, that’s certainly a good thing.”

“And the ‘me’ who I am is very sexual. In fact, I think I’m a nymphomaniac. I’m horny all the time, and I want sex all the time.”

“Oh . . . I see . . . uhmm . . . and you were just in a threesome tonight, so does that mean you swing both ways? I mean, both men and women?”

“Yes, definitely.”

“That’s cool. I’m like that, too, but I’ve had to hide it all through the years. It’s the Bible belt, you know.”

“Yeah, so you have to pretend all the time. I know how that goes, that’s for sure.”

“And, it’s hard to find partners who can handle that, so I don’t get to have sex very often,” she said, somewhat regretfully.

“Oh? So, are you horny? You’re tag says your name is Linda. So, Linda, are you horny?”

“Yes, very! It’s been months since I had sex, and that was with a guy. He was ok, but he was married, so I couldn’t have sex with him very often, so I broke that off. It’s been years since I had sex with a woman.”

“Oh? Are you busy the rest of the night?”

“Uhmm . . . actually, you were going to be my last fare. I was headed home after I deliver you wherever you want to go.”

“Well, as I said, I’m still horny, so if you’d like to have some fun, I’m interested.”

“You’re serious?”

“Yes, I’m serious. There are people at my place, but we can still go there if you want. My boyfriend likes to watch me have sex with others. My girlfriend might be a little nervous about it, but she can handle it. She’d probably want to join in, though.”

“Well, that’s moving a little fast for me. Would you be willing to come to my place? It’s not anything fancy, but it’s comfortable.”

“Sure, that’s fine. I’ll just call and check in with Joe, so he knows what’s up. He won’t mind, but he’d probably wonder where I am, you know.”

“Ok, I’ll just head toward me place, then. You’re sure you want to do this?”

“Yes, I’m sure.”

Joe sounded fine about it. He said he was tired from the dinner party and all that, and as busy as things had been—including having sex with her that afternoon—he was going to hit the sack. He said he’d ring the guardhouse and let them know Kari would be coming in later, and he said he’d leave the apartment door unlocked. Stacy was already asleep, he said, “so, go ahead and have fun!”

Linda’s place was a townhouse in a middle-class neighborhood. It was kept up fairly well, and she ushered Kari into a comfortable living room area and offered her a drink. Kari had her usual and settled in on the couch. Her mini-dress had been up so much, her naked pussy was more or less open for view anyway, so she didn’t worry about it.

“I usually hop in the shower when I get home . . . working the cab on the streets gets pretty dusty at times.” Linda was a bit over-weight—one might call her on the “chunky” side—with large boobs and shoulder length blonde hair that she had put up into a ponytail while she was working. When she let it down, it framed her rather pretty face quite nicely.

“I could use a shower, too,” Kari said.

“Well, you can join me if you want . . . it’s a pretty big shower.” So, they started in the shower, which was a great place to relax since they were new to each other. Kari noticed that she was a true blonde, and found her blonde bush rather appealing. After some casual conversation, Kari offered to wash her, and had a fun time fondling her soapy boobs and took considerable time washing her blonde bush and pussy, which obviously turned Linda on a lot.

When Linda took a turn washing Kari, the belt marks on her tits became a topic of conversation. “So, I take it you’re into some kinky sex,” Linda said.

“Yes, I am. I’m into being tied up and whipped. I love the pain of a belt on my boobs and pussy, and my thighs. Some other things, too. But, I’m a submissive, so I’m not cut out to dominate anyone. How ‘bout you?”

“I think I am, but I never really had a chance to explore it with a partner. I put clothes pins on my nipples when I rub myself off. I’ve tried spanking myself, and slapping my boobs, but it’s hard to do to yourself. I have those fantasies, though . . . and some of even of being raped and gangbanged . . . things like that. Yeah, and I’m pretty submissive, too, I think.”

“Oh, yeah. In fact, don’t tell anybody, but since I was really raped by those three guys, I’ve felt more fulfilled and I’m horny all the time. I figured out why one day,” Kari admitted.

“Oh? Why?”

“Because I was raised here in the Bible Belt and I thought it would allow me to lose my virginity and my parents couldn’t blame it on me. And, since I was sure the word would get around, and that I’d be considered ‘damaged goods’ that people would treat me as a slut, and I could get away with acting like a slut, and I’d get to have sex all the time. I wouldn’t have to act all ‘pure’ and all that.”

“How interesting. I can understand that, being raised here, too.”

Linda seemed to enjoy washing Kari’s bush and pussy just as much, but they finally rinsed off and got out of the shower. After they dried off some, they sipped their drinks and relaxed. Linda turned the lights down and put some soft music on, and sat down on the couch next to Kari. Kari leaned next to her and started teasing her boobs with a finger, and she could feel Linda getting aroused. They kissed, and Kari slid her hand down between Linda’s legs and played with her blonde bush. When she got to her pussy lips, they were already wet, so slipping a couple of fingers inside Linda was easy.

“One of the things I’ve always wanted to try, by the way, is fisting. I’d love to feel your whole hand inside my cunt, Kari, darling,” Linda whispered almost shyly.

Kari smiled. “That sounds like fun. I saw my girlfriend do that to another girl recently, and I thought it looked very sexy and slutty.” She slipped a third finger inside Linda without much of a problem. She pumped in and out a couple of times, rubbing up over her clit. Linda gasped and leaned back, spreading her legs. She also grabbed her own nipples and started to squeeze them. Kari moved around so she was in front of her, and more able to push her fingers directly into Linda’s cunt. She tried putting a fourth finger inside, but that was a bit too tight.

“My cunt will loosen up, so keep trying. I have this huge dildo that I’ve been using to try to stretch myself, and sometimes it takes me over 30 minutes to get stretched out enough to take it all.”

Kari reached up and started squeezing Linda’s boobs with her other hand. She had let go of her right nipple to get a sip of her drink, so Kari started mauling that one. She kept slowly pushing her fourth finger into Linda’s cunt, trying to stretch it, while gently teasing her clit with her thumb. Then Linda pulled her left boob up and started sucking on her nipple.

“Does humiliation turn you on, too?” Kari asked.

Linda looked at her lustily. “Yes . . . or, at least, I think so . . . did you have something in mind?”

“Do you have a buttplug?” Linda nodded, so Kari instructed her to go and put it in, and bring her other toys, as well as a pair of panties and a magic marker.

“Why don’t we move into the bedroom, then?” Linda suggested. “The toys are in there.”

“That’s a great idea,” Kari said, and she gently pulled her fingers out of her pussy, putting them up for Linda to lick off, which she did. Then she picked up her drink and followed Linda into the bedroom.

Linda turned some indirect lighting on and opened a couple of drawers to show Kari where everything was, then she took the buttplug with some lube and went to the bathroom to wash it and put it in. When she returned, Kari had found a magic marker on top of the dresser, so she gently pushed Linda down on the bed.

“So, what would be the nastiest sexiest things to call or say to yourself. I’m going to write it on your tits and stomach and thighs.”

“Bimbo cunt. Nasty slut. Easy piece of ass. Use me. Abuse me. Whip my cunt. Fuck my ass. I’m a fucktoy. Cheap whore. Slap my tits. Pinch my nipples. Cram your fist into my cunt. I love to suck pussy or cock. Cumdump. Cum in my cunt! Knock me up!” As Kari wrote them on her tits, stomach and thighs, she could see that Linda was getting more and more turned on. Then, Kari picked up the silky panties she’d found in Linda’s lingerie drawer and put them in her own cunt. Once she’d got them good and soaked with her pussy juice, she handed them to Linda. “Put them in your mouth and suck my cum out of them for awhile.”

“Mmmmmm . . . thank you, Kari, darling,” Linda told her as she put them into her mouth and sucked.

By the time Kari started trying to slip her fingers into Linda’s pussy, as now she found it was easy for her to get a fourth finger inside her, since Linda was getting so turned on. Kari pumped in and out for awhile, and then tried to push her hand all the way in, but it stopped at the thickest part of her hand.

“So, you’re a fuckin’ slut, are you?” Kari said pumping her hand to try to get to by that last hindrance. Linda nodded and moaned. “So, I’m going to fuckin’ cram my whole hand in your cunt and fist fuck you. Do you want that, you nasty slut? You two-bit whore! You’ll open your legs for me anytime I want it, won’t you? And for anyone I tell you to fuck . . . won’t you, fucktoy!” Linda nodded and twisted her own nipples, moaning and whimpering. “So, you want me to sit on your face, you nasty bisexual cunt, so you can taste my pussy?”

“Uh huhm! Uh huhm!”

“So, you want to suck on my pussy while I talk with my girlfriend on the phone? Maybe I should put a collar on you and make you crawl on the floor for me, dragging your tits on the carpet to make them sore. Would you like that, huh, you fuckin’ bitch cunt?” Huh?” And, her hand slipped all that way into Linda’s cunt as it finally stretched out enough. Kari started pumping in and out, but never coming out too far. Linda’s thigh and pussy muscles clamped down on Kari’s hand, and she came like a banshee, squealing and jerking like she was having the strongest orgasm of her life. After she finally relaxed, Kari pulled her fist out of her pussy with a squishy popping sound.

As she came down from it, Kari pulled the panties out of her mouth to let her breath easier. She kept having after-shock cums which would hit randomly. “Oh my God, Kari, darlin’! That was the best ever! The best I’ve ever had!”

“I’m glad you liked it,” Kari smiled at her in return.

“As soon as I get my breath, I want to make you cum, too. Will you take some pictures of the writing on my tits and body, please?”

“Sure, do you have a digital camera?”

“Yes, in the top drawer on the left. That’s it.” Kari made her pose in numerous erotic positions as she took the pics. “Damn! I wish we’d taken a picture of your fist in my cunt! Well, we can do that next time, maybe! I can’t wait to do all those other things you described, too.”

“Sounds good,” Kari said, “but first, lay back and I’ll sit on your face and you can lick and suck me, until I cum.”

Kari pinched her own nipples as Linda sucked on her, until she had a nice orgasm.

“I didn’t realize how tired I am,” Kari said apologetically. “But, after all, it’s past 2:00 a.m. and I’ve been having sex most of the day. If you could take me home, that would be great. We’ll have to do this again sometime when we have more time and energy.”

“Oh, yes, we’ll have to. Let me put some clothes on, and I’ll run you home.”
“Put on something revealing,” Kari said grinning. “Victoria will get a rush out of that.”

“Victoria?”

“She’s the guard at the gate where I need to go.”

“Ah. Ok, I’ll make it something revealing.” So, she drove Kari home, wearing a blouse that barely covered her nipples and a short skirt that made it easy for her to finger herself as she drove—and nothing else. Kari was still horny when they arrived back at the mansion, but she was too tired to do anything about it.

Kari was right that Victoria thought it was great that Linda more or less driving naked. “Oh, Kari, you always have so much fun. It’s very nice to meet you, Linda. We might want to have coffee sometime and get to know each other better.”

Of course, Linda was goggle-eyed at the huge mansion. “This is where you live?”

“No, this is where my boyfriend lives. He’s the chef here. And my girlfriend is staying here, too, at the moment.”

“Wow!”

“I’ll have to tell you all about it some other time, though. I’m really tired, so I need to get some sleep.”

“I understand, Kari, darling!” So, she dropped Kari off at the door to Joe’s apartment after she’d exchanged cell phone numbers and email addresses with her.

Kari just went in, locking the door behind her, and went directly to the bedroom stripping as she went, and slipped into bed beside Joe. Joe said something like, “Welcome home, baby.” Kari fell asleep right after she said “thank you” in reply.

The next morning, Kari slept in again, so Joe went and did some work, leaving her a note to text him as soon as she woke up. As soon as he got her text, he came right back to the apartment.

“I had everything set up so I could leave whenever you were back in the land of the living,” he said, kissing her and laying down next to her. “So, tell me all about it, all that happened yesterday.”

So, she recounted the whole day, except for the part he already knew. As the story progressed, she could tell that he was getting more and more horny, so she slid over and undid his pants and brought his cock out. After that, she jerked and sucked on him in between episodes. He stopped her after a short while and took off his pants and shirt, so he could work in them afterwards.

“So, you even seduced the woman cab driver after Melody was dropped off?”

“Yeah . . . pretty slutty, don’t you think?”

“VERY slutty.”

“And, I fisted her, which is something I’ve never done before. I saw Stacy do it to Bunny one time, but that was a first for me. Linda came like everything after I fucked her with my hand.”

“And she drove you back here almost naked?”

“Yeah. I was thinking about sucking on her tits, but I was too tired by then to pull it off. And, by the way, Wesley took my panties as a trophy, and I’d taken off my bra, so I was only wearing my mini-dress—I was almost naked, too, I’d say.” His cock started twitching at that, so Kari asked, “Do you want me to dress slutty and expose my pussy and tits to people, my lover?”

“Yes, in fact, I would like that.”

“Ok . . . tell me what I should wear, lover, and I will.

“Wear a mini-dress or a mini-skirt with no panties, with a lot of your boobs exposed, and when you’re riding in a car, pull up your dress and open your legs, so anyone can see your pussy.”

“Yes, Sir!” That was enough to set him off, but Kari had anticipated, so her mouth was around his cock when his cum started spurting, so she got most of it in her mouth. The rest of it dripped down over her hand, so she licked it off and smiled at him.

“MMMmmmm . . . your cum tastes good, lover.”

“Thank you—glad you like it, you sexy slut,” he smiled at her. “I guess I’d better get back to work, though.”

“Well, unfortunately, I’d probably better get back to my house to check on things. I told Silvia that I’d work this evening for 4 hours to sort of gradually work back into it. Is Stacy working with you today?”

“She was this morning, but she’s all caught up, so she can go with you, if you want her to—no problem,” he said as he got dressed again.

“Yeah, that would be good. She arranged for Jacquie to watch the house for us, but we’d better get some chores done.”

“Works for me . . . just keep me informed,” Joe said, kissing her.

When Kari and Stacy got back to their house, Jacquie was just finishing up scrubbing the floor by hand. She was wearing a sexy French maid uniform that looked very expensive and fully exposed her both tits and her pussy. She smiled at them, then crawled to them, bowed and kissed their feet, which was rather uncomfortable to Kari. Stacy appeared to think it was great.

“Hello, my wonderful Mistresses! It is very good to see you. I hope you didn’t mind that I cleaned the whole house during your absence.” She looked about as happy as a woman could be.

“That’s great, my slave! Did anything unusual happen while we were gone?”

“Not here, Mistress Stacy. It’s been very quiet, and it feels so good to be here. But, things have happened with the divorce, and I would like to tell you about it, if you have time.”

“Oh? Tell us!” Kari said, now curious.

“Please let me get you something to drink, and something to eat if you want any, and then you can sit down and relax. It may take a little time to tell my story, and I would not want you to be uncomfortable,” Jacquie said.

“That’s fine, but I need to be at work by 4pm,” Kari told her.

“That won’t be a problem, Mistress Kari. I will only take a few more moments of your time . . . maybe 15 or 20 minutes, if that’s not too much to ask.”

“Of course, it’s not too much to ask. Let us get settled and then we’ll listen. I’d like some coffee, if you don’t mind making some, please.”

“It’s my pleasure, Mistress,” Jacquie said with a smile.

“My attorneys have served the divorce papers to Alistair and they are pushing to move through it very quickly. For one thing, they know that he would do almost anything to avoid a jury trial. For another, it would cause a lot of negative information about him to come out in public, and the bank isn’t going to be happy about that.”

“You said he’s president of a bank here in San Antonio?” Kari asked, sipping her coffee.

“Yes . . . but it turns out that he has some opposition in the organization, so it could turn out to be a threat to his career. That’s to my advantage.”

“The other thing is our parents . . . his and mine, both, I mean. As I think I told you before, they basically arranged our marriage. It’s a little more complicated, but they basically both put up 5 million dollars to start us out. So, half of his assets are technically mine, except that he could claim he did all the work, and I did nothing. But, one of the reasons for the divorce which my attorneys listed is that he shut me out of decision making, as well as mental and emotional cruelty—so, the court could rule in my favor to offset his claim that I did nothing to help him. This raises the case from a ‘no-fault’ divorce to one where he is at fault.

“This did not sit well with either his or my own parents, who are both pretty much ‘Bible Belt’ in their philosophies—and both of them have seen me be publically supportive of him, which politically is what I was expected to do, and hence I did my share to help earn all that money. And Texas is a “shared property” state, so whatever he owns, I have an equal share in, and vica versa. Again, that works to my advantage—he has built up our personal assets to be worth almost a billion dollars over the years—not quite, but close.”

“Wow!” Kari said. “So, if it all worked exactly that way, you’d get about $500 million?”

“Well, that’s in theory and not likely to happen exactly, but yes, that’s close to the amount that’s being argued over.”

“So, did I understand that both your parents are basically on your side?” Stacy asked—ever the astute one.

“Pretty much, although there is a part of the ‘Bible Belt’ philosophy which says you need to be supportive of your children, no matter what. However, the good thing—for me—is that Alistair deeply offended his mother earlier this year, so she’s not at all happy with him, and has said openly that he asked for trouble, so it will come to him. She’s already said publically ‘I told you so!’ about the divorce, more or less. The other thing is that both of our families have always had very close ties with the court, since most are lawyers or judges. So, he can’t pull any ‘influence’ with the court, because both of our families are too close friends with them. Our parents have lunch almost every week with one of the Texas Supreme Court justices and his wife. They’ve been close friends for decades, went to law school together and all that.”

“So, what do they think about all that?”

“So far, they’ve both said basically, “Bravo!” that I’d had the courage to file for divorce, because they said they think that Alistair has gotten ‘too big for his britches.’ So, he’s worth almost a billion or so. Big deal, they said. That doesn’t make him God, and he has no right to be cruel and uncaring to me. That’s what they said, more or less.”

“So, where does it stand now?” Stacy asked.

“My attorneys have proposed a settlement of granting me $400 million dollars if he settles within this week, otherwise they are threatening a full jury trial publically revealing everything he’s been doing and anything else they can throw at him.”

“So, what do you think? Will it work?”

“Hard to say. Depends on how angry he gets. My attorneys think he’ll go for it, because he’s likely to lose a lot more in the public image part if he fights and everything comes out that he wants to hide. He might lose his job at the bank. If things like fucking you at the Lunch Whore thing, and rooming with his secretary on all those trips comes out to the public, he’s screwed. It turns out he made the mistake of only getting one room with one King-sized bed with her on most of those trips. He’s just that arrogant. Ordinarily, no one even looks at those receipts, but now it would look pretty bad in court for him.”
“You didn’t mention my name, did you?” Kari said, suddenly nervous.

“No, I just told them to check into it, and they found someone who can testify that they witnessed him being there and fucked the ‘Lunch Whore’. In Texas, adultery is grounds for ‘fault’ divorce, so he’s really screwed publically if that comes out, and he knows it. Besides, that’s such a risqué situation all hell is likely to break loose about it even taking place with all those rich guys. Some of the other high finance people would come under fire if that came out, and then Alistair would be out on his ass, to put it bluntly,” Jacquie said.

“ . . . and my dad,” Kari said under her breath.

“He’s not rich, so he probably doesn’t care,” her slutself said.

“Oh, he’d care alright. Otherwise, my mom would make sure he died soon—or he’s be out on his ass, too.”

“Well, that’s probably true. He might come live with you, then.”

“He’d probably try.”

“Would you let him?”

“Over my dead body—or maybe his dead body.”

“No, don’t kill him—not a good idea. But, just think, you’d get to celebrate with him becoming what he said you’d always be! A nympho bisexual fucktoy whore. You know he’s always wanted to fuck you.”

“I’d celebrate being who I am, alright—by turning him over the ‘Butler Lady’ . . . or, to Marc and Allen. They have to be connected to the Italian mob, you know. Or the Mexican Mafia here in San Antonio, either way, he’ll be trying to breath concrete.”

“Whatever happened to dumping people in the river?”

“What river? In San Antonio?”

“Nevermind . . . I forgot that most of them are only 4 feet deep or so most of the time. Except in the springtime.”

“And this is autumn, after a long drought.”

“Probably wouldn’t work, then, I’d say Well, he might drown, but they’d see him down there. Where is Lake Superior with you need it, anyway?”

“No shit, Sherlock!”

“Ok, ok, ok, . . . forget I mentioned it,” her slutself said defensively.

“Like you forget anything I SAY?”

“Touché. You’re a bit huffy today.”

“Yeah, well. I’m horny and frustrated because I’m horny.”

“Not necessarily in that order?”

“Right. Although, now that I’ve thought about it—the ‘Butler Lady’ could kick his balls off, which would be a good thing.”

“Right. She’d make front page news . . . The Butler Lady strikes again!”

“Kicks again.”

“Ok . . . that works.”

“So, you’re most likely worth about $400 million dollars, is that right?” Stacy asked.

“Something like that. He doesn’t have a lot of room to negotiate, because of all those things I mentioned, so he may try to offer $300 million to start with and so on. But, in the end, it will likely be pretty close to $400 million, or he’ll be front page news fucking the Lunch Whore by next week. So, yeah . . . pretty close to $400 million.”

“Wow! . . . uhmm . . . so, do you still want to be my slave and sleep in the dog house?” Stacy asked.

“Of course. I wasn’t playing games with you, Mistress Stacy. I was being totally honest. So, whenever it’s settled, I’ll want to put the two of you on my accounts access. So, you can withdraw money and whatever you want to do with it. You’ll both have credit/debit cards and checkbooks for that, too. I’ll keep $10 million dollars separate if you don’t mind for when I get too old to take care of myself—and that’s only because my attorneys insisted that I do that. They don’t know about my relationship with you, but they said to put away $10 million for myself, no matter what.”

Both Kari and Stacy just looked at her. Those kinds of numbers, when it came to money . . . did not compute in their minds . . . thousands, maybe, but not millions.

“Is that ok?”

“Uhmm . . . you mean the $10 million for yourself? Of course, it’s fine . . . take more, if you want it. It’s really your money,” Kari said.

“Well, actually no. I don’t want more than that. It’s WAY-way more than most people have, so I don’t really think it’s fair that I have that much, when others hardly have a dollar. But, actually, I was asking if it was ok to put you two on my accounts, with the cards and checkbooks.”

“Uhmm . . . I think the big deal about that is the tax accounting,” Kari said. “I wouldn’t even know how to begin with that kind of money.”

“You can use my tax accountant from the beginning, if you want to . . . or get another accountant, if you wish.”

“Aren’t you a bit worried that we’d screw you out of all the rest of the money?” Kari asked.

Jacquie came over to Kari and bowed and kissed her feet again. “Mistress Kari. If you remember, I used to act like being rich made me a better person, and of course, it didn’t. It only made me a hollow shell and a bitch when I related to many wonderful people, like you. If you want all that money, you can have it. I don’t think it will ruin you like it ruined me. You’ve had to work to get what you wanted in your life, and I’ve never had to do that before. I’m really enjoying working and being your slave and even begging for the things I want. I’ve wanted to be a real person all these years, and now I’ve finally found out how to be that. I may be a more than a little bit kinky, wanting to be degraded and all that, but that’s a lot more real than who I was in Sunday School.”

Kari and Stacy sat there stunned, looking at each other, not knowing even how to think about all of it.

“Uhmm . . . I guess it’s ok. To put us on the accounts, I mean.”

“You won’t have to work now, Kari, so you can do the strip act at The Pony Ride. If they fire you from the library, it won’t matter,” Stacy said.

“I don’t think I want to quit working at the library. I like being a librarian—and it’s the only thing I know how to do.”

“Well, that’s a good point. I like working there, too,” Stacy said, “even if I’m just a volunteer.”

“I didn’t intend to change your lifestyle,” Jacquie said. “Among other things, I’m sure you will know who needs money better than I do, so it’s there for you to give away.”

“That sounds like a better deal to me. I guess the only thing I’d use the money for is to pay off the mortgage of this house, as well as all my credit cards—which isn’t much, because you’ve been giving us money for weeks now. Maybe it would be nice to put away enough for retirement, like you’re doing. Other than that, I wouldn’t have the foggiest idea what to do with that much money. But, if the whole point is that its main purpose is to help other people, I think I’d like doing that.”

Stacy looked thoughtful. “I’m not sure I can handle doing any of this. I’ve never had a chance to learn how to manage money, and I think I’d worry about it too much. Why don’t you just put Kari on your accounts and leave me off, Jacquie. If I need something, I can ask Kari for the money.”

“As you wish, Mistress Stacy. So, that’s my story, my Owners. May I make you some lunch?”

Later, Kari drove herself to the library, a bit disconcerted, still not knowing what to think about all that. She had thought about Joe’s desires about how to dress, but really didn’t think it would go over big to work at the library dressed exactly like that, so she opted for no-panties and a half-bra that was pretty daring, since anyone could see her nipples through her multi-colored blouse, with wide strips running up and down. She wore a suit-coat over it though, so she could hide when Silvia or anyone ‘in power’ was nearby. Her only concern was that she was still so extremely horny, and she wasn’t sure she could control that for 4 hours.

Silvia asked her into her office when she got to the library, so she used the bottom two buttons on her coat to hide her nipples and went in to see her.

“Close the door, please,” Silvia asked politely, so Kari complied.

“How are you doing?” she asked, her voice sounding genuinely concerned.

“I’m ok,” Kari told her. “It’s been sort of confusing lately, I’ll admit.”

“Well, I want you to know that the library is fully supportive of you as you work through what happened. It happened on library property, so Tom—the Director of libraries, as you might know—has given me carte blanche level authority to see to your needs. So, if you need anything at all, please let me know right away. If you don’t feel safe here, or something suddenly bothers you, I’ll be happy to give you time off or whatever you need. If you want counseling, the city is willing to pay for it indefinitely.”

“Thank you. It’s good to know that they care about me.”

“Also, we’ve hired a security company. They have been contracted to check in with the library at least 4 times each day, and to be immediately available on-call at any time. Someone from their company will also arrive each night 30 minutes before closing, and go with you until they have safely escorted you—or whoever is on duty—to their home. Not just off the property—to your home.”

Kari thought wryly that meeting Nate and his gang for an orgy after work was nixed by that decision, unfortunately. She stifled a laugh by coughing at the thought.

“<ahem> . . . . sorry . . . uhmm . . . that’s great. I can see that I’ll probably feel safer with that.”

Silvia sort of sat back in her chair and opened her hands. ”On a personal note, Kari . . . I know you and I haven’t always agreed about things, but you’ve been an outstanding employee and an excellent librarian for us here. I’ve known for some years now that if I just stay out of your way, that you’ll do the job, and do it well,” she said smiling, much more open than she usually had been.

“Thank you. That’s good to know.”

“And, I want you to know that when I heard what happened to you, I was devastated. Such things should not happen to any woman, but for it to happen to someone I know and respect was very upsetting to me,” and Silvia’s eyes were moist as she looked at Kari.

Kari had a hard time trying to respond to that, opened her mouth and closed it, then tried again. “Uhmm . . . thank you . . . maybe we should hire the Butler Lady as security,” in an attempt to bring levity to the conversation.

Silvia smiled, “Yes . . . she really did the job, didn’t she? It’s too bad no one knows who she is.”

“Yeah.”

“I confess, Kari, I was particularly delighted when I heard about what she did with the knife,” Silvia said, blushing a bit. This was by far the most open and personal conversation that Kari had ever had with her.

“<giggle> . . . yeah. She told me that she regretted not having a bit more time to use the knife, but the other one was getting away.”

“You KNOW her?”

Kari blinked, just then realizing what she’d said. “Uhmm . . . uhmm . . . officially?” she stuttered. “No. . . . Off the record? . . . Yes. She’s a very close friend, and she was very offended about what they did to me. The opportunity showed itself, so she took action.”

Silvia just looked at her with an expression of both curiosity and humor on her face. “I see. Yes, the very definition of action. Ok. . . . uhmm . . . ok, then . . . you should ask her if she’d like to be our security guard.”

“Uhmm . . . she’s already working for somebody else. She likes her present job, so I doubt she’d want to change.”

“That’s unfortunate. Oh, well. She’ll be doing good things wherever she is.”

“That’s true.”

After 2 hours of work, Kari noticed that she was ‘highlighting’ in her mind any sexual word that she happened to see in the titles of the library collection. She was so horny, she felt like she would sexually attack anyone who even hinted at being interested.

“That would be great,” she thought. “I get raped and then get arrested for raping some horny teenager who came to the library for a book on the history of sex in the church.”

“Well, you don’t need to worry about paying the legal fees, at least,” her slutself pointed out. “Jacquie is going to have plenty of money.”

“Gee, thanks! I was trying to control myself, after all, so it wouldn’t get that far.”

“Ok . . . I can see the benefit of that—as long as you don’t get frigid.”

“Not much chance of that. But, isn’t there some kind of middle ground here? Like I can be horny without being totally out of control?”

“Well, I’d say you’ve at least got the outside parameters worked out—you get raped, on one extreme and you rape someone else on the other end. That middle ground you mentioned would have to be in between those two.”

“Well DUH! Now, I get a logical answer from the slutself I usually get the extremes of sexual fantasy. I feel so much better now!”

“Well, what if you’ve got some more fun in the future plans?”

“You can see the future?”

“Well, not exactly. I can see how this might work out, though. In a good way, I mean.”

“Ok, so what is going to happen?”

“Stay tuned!” Kari started swearing under her breath at that.

Only a few moments later, a dark-headed boy and a woman walked in, the woman looking like she was probably his mother. They looked around and saw Kari working at her desk, so they went over to her. Kari thought the boy looked to be in his late teens, and the woman in her late 30’s or early 40’s, just guessing. She was dressed very provocatively, with a lot of cleavage showing her ample tits and her nipples showing through the material, her slinky dress had a slit going all the way up to her belt. When she walked, her thigh-high stockings held up by garter clips showed through the slit.

“May I help you?” Kari asked politely.

“Uhmm . . . yes . . . at least, I hope you can. Uhmm, this is kind of awkward to talk about. Is there some place we can talk with you in private?”

Kari thought a minute, looking around at the building. “I guess we could use the conference room. I’ll have to check to see if anyone is going to be using it, soon. Give me a minute, please,” and she walked over to the main checkout and looked at the log for reserving the conference room. She brought it back with her, and asked, “About how long do you think we’ll need?”

“An hour should be enough, I’d think,” she said. “I’d say 30 minutes, but I’m not sure how complicated it might become.”
“Ok, I’ll put us down for an hour, and if we get finished early, I can change it in the book, so if anyone else wants it, they can have it.”

“That sounds perfect. Thank you.”

Kari made the arrangements and told the desk not to disturb them, and they sat down in the conference room in the soft arm chairs which were off to the side of the tables. There were no windows, so Kari always felt just a bit claustrophobic in there. The woman, who introduced herself as Tiffany sat down on the left, the boy, Jeremy, to her left, and Kari across from and facing Tiffany. As Tiffany sat down and opened her legs, Kari saw that she wasn’t wearing any panties, which shot a tingle through her pussy.

“Ok, so how can I help you?”

“Well, we have a problem . . . uhmm . . . I’m a single parent and . . . well, it’s about sex.”

Kari looked at her and blushed a bit. “I’m not sure if I can help you about that . . . wouldn’t you rather go to a counselor? I’m not trained in stuff like that.”

“No, what I mean is that Jeremy has turned 17 and started being curious about sex, and we need to find some books or something so that he . . . uhmm . . . doesn’t get confused,” Tiffany said. “I may have made a mistake when I told the school that I would not allow him to take sex education classes.”

“Ah . . . so you’d like me to help you find some books which explain about sex?”

“It doesn’t help that she dresses like a whore,” Jeremy said, glumly. “She’s always going around the house with her robe open so I have to see her underwear all the time. She’s a fucking prick tease.”

“Now, Jeremy, don’t be rude,” Tiffany said quite ineffectually. He ignored her as if she hadn’t even spoken (and Kari suddenly knew as well) knowing that she wouldn’t follow through, and went on.

“And, she leans over when she tucks me in bed every night and her boobs fall out for me and she rubs them on my chest. If that’s not a tease, what the fuck is? The way she kisses me with her tongue makes me think that she wants to fuck me, but then she says that we can’t do that, since I’m her son, so it would be incest, and then she just runs to her room and locks her door. So, just what the fuck am I supposed to do then?”

“Uhmm . . . I’m not sure what you want in the way of books about that. Unfortunately, the library board of directors didn’t want to get involved in the debate about sex education, so we don’t have any books on that, except the ones about anatomy and the physical details of the body, or the ones about that political debate,” Kari said, feeling that she was in way over her head.

Tiffany sighed. “I was hoping that you might have some books about sex hidden in the back or something. He’s looked at the anatomy books, and he says he wants to see the real thing, and touch it and feel it—and he wants to understand about orgasms and how a woman’s . . . uhmm . . . nipples and pussy . . . uhmm . . . vagina react to a man’s touch.”

“I’m sorry, but no, we don’t have any books about that.”

“If she’d just strip and let me play around with hers, I’d be able to find out what’s it’s like. I’m never going to get any dates because the sluts at school think I don’t know anything about sex, since she aced me out of the Sex Ed classes. So, I figure, if she won’t let them teach me, then, she should teach me.”

“Uhmm . . . so, if I am understanding this, what you want is a naked female body to look at and play with, so you can learn about sex, and then you’ll get girls to date you. Is that right?”

“Yeah, that’s about the size of it,” he said, glumly.

“I admit, I’ve been tempted to let him use my body, but you know . . . it’s wrong.” Tiffany said, obviously insincere. Kari was sure from her tone of voice that Tiffany wanted to have sex with him, but couldn’t quite say so.

Kari tingled all over as she thought about how horny she had been before these two had showed up at the library—and how much she liked the idea of this boy playing with her body.

“Well . . . uhmm . . . I don’t think I can offer you any books, but I might be able to help in another way,” Kari said cautiously.

“Oh? How?” Tiffany asked.

“Well . . . uhmm . . . Jeremy can look at my body and if he wants to, he can play with my pussy and my nipples,” she said as her pussy tingled even more because of the risk of her offer. “This will just have to remain confidential. If anyone hears about this, I’d lose my job. But, in this case, I’m willing to stretch the rules a bit for you. I do want to help.”

“That would be great!” Jeremy almost shouted, but Kari noticed a flash of jealousy in his mom’s eyes.

“I don’t know if that would be a good thing,” Tiffany said, squirming in her chair.

“Well, I don’t give a fuck what you think about it, Bitch!” Jeremy told her firmly. “I’m going to take her up on her offer. If you want to help, then help, but don’t try to stop me.”

“Yes, Jeremy . . . ok, I’ll help,” she replied meekly. Kari could then see she was clearly a submissive, and couldn’t say no to her son—and she wondered how long it would be before he was fucking his mom and making her his sex slave.

“So, first off, show me your pussy, . . . uhmm . . . please!” Jeremy demanded of Kari.

“Uhmm . . . ok,” and she got up and sat on one of the conference tables, scooting back a ways, opened her legs wide and lifted her skirt. Her panty-less bush and pussy was in plain view to both of them. She could see Tiffany’s lust rise in her eyes, and Kari realized that she was interested, too, even though there was also some jealousy still in there.

“MMMMMMmmmm mmmmmmmmm, “Jeremy murmured, “Jackpot!” He got up and went over to Kari and started playing with her labia. Tiffany almost swooned, and unconsciously her legs flopped wide open and her hand went between her legs. The slit in her dress and not wearing panties make access easy for her hand. As she started fingering herself, her left boob escaped from her top, which apparently escaped her notice.

Jeremy heard her moan, and turned to see his mom’s tit falling out of her blouse, and took in the sight of his mom’s hand finger fucking herself. He reached over and grabbed his mom’s tit hard, so she couldn’t hide it.

“Oh, no, Jeremy, you . . . mustn’t,” she said weakly.

“Your tit is mine now, you slut, so I can do what I want with it!” He said, almost snarling, gripping her boob even more tightly, so Kari was sure there’d be bruises.

“Yes, Jeremy. Ok, my left tit is yours to do whatever you want to with it.” She was almost writhing as she humped the hand she was finger-fucking herself with, so it wasn’t really a surprise that her right tit popped out into view as well.”

“This one is mine, too, you fucking cheap cunt,” Jeremy said, as he mauled her right boob as well.

“Yes, Jeremy . . . you own both of my tits now,” she said moaning. Her thrusts with her finger speeded up.

“Who gave you permission to finger fuck yourself, you fucking whore,” Jeremy all but shouted at her.

“No one, Jeremy,” she said as she continued in spite of his confrontation.

“Then you’d better stop it, because you’ll need your hand to guide my cock into this sexy librarian’s pussy.”

She stopped obediently, and Kari could tell that she was growing more and more aroused at her son’s commands. He stepped up to the table, grabbed Kari’s ankles and put them on his shoulders, then pulling her thighs until her pussy was close to the edge.

“Well, what are you waiting for, you stupid bimbo mom-cunt! Put my dick in her pussy!” She reached down between Kari’s legs and guided his cock to the entrance of her pussy, rubbing up and down a few times to get it lubricated with Kari’s juices. Then, he thrust into her, and Kari looked up to see him turn his head to meet his mother’s kiss, with her tongue leading the way.

They broke the kiss, and Tiffany showed both embarrassment and lust as she looked at him. “You’re jealous, aren’t you, Mom? Go on, admit it! You want my cock inside your cunt, don’t you?”

She blushed even more, and looked down to hide her eyes behind her bangs. “Uhmm . . . ok . . . uhmm . . . yes, Jeremy . . . I’m jealous.”

“Say it, you fucking whore!”

“Ok . . . ok . . . uhmm . . . I want your cock inside me . . . you’ll have to rape me, though . . . I’ve been hoping and dreaming about when you rape me,” she said in a hoarse breathy whisper. “I want you to cum inside me when you do.”

He thrust deeply into Kari and tensed, his cock twitching inside her, and she could feel his cum flooding her womb. “Yeah! Yeah! . . . I just came inside this fucking whore librarian, Mom! . . . I just might have knocked her up! . . . If you hadn’t been such a bitch, I would have cum inside you first . . . and knocked you up!” he told her.

“I’m sorry, Jeremy. You’re right, it’s entirely my fault.”

“So, maybe I should have whipped your ass and tits and cunt with a belt, huh bitch?”

“Uhmm . . . yes, Jeremy . . . I deserve that. When we get home, please whip me all over with your belt.”

“And you’ll start going around the house with your panties around your face, and you can’t wear anything unless you get my permission. You’re my slut slave, now, and I’m your Master, Mom!”

“Yes, Master. You’re now my Master, Jeremy. I will ask permission to wear anything.”

“Take off your panties and give them to me, Mom!”

“I can’t, Master. I’m not wearing any panties. Just my garter belt and stockings.”

“What a fucking easy lay . . . that’s what you are, aren’t you, Mom? A fuckin’ easy piece of ass!”

“Yes, Master. I’m a fucking easy lay.”

“Ok, so get down here and suck my cum out of her pussy!”

“Yes, Master.” And Tiffany knelt down between Kari’s legs, her boobs quivering unrestrained, lifted Kari’s legs onto her shoulders, and started licking Kari’s pussy.

“Go on, mom-slut, get that tongue as far as you can up inside her cunt and suck up my cum,” Jeremy said, all pretense of the well behaved son totally gone. Now, he was clearly the one in charge, the Master using his sex slave property.

Kari watched Tiffany smash her face enthusiastically against her pussy, her tongue reaching in, with sucking hungry sounds emanating from her. Clearly Tiffany had been craving his control and was she wallowing in her degradation. She felt her orgasm rising as Tiffany’s face rubbed against her clit, and with one particularly deep thrust of Tiffany’s tongue, Kari came with her thigh muscles clamping around Tiffany’s head, smothering her against her open cunt lips.

Her orgasm went on and on, and Tiffany’s squeal against her pussy slowly faded as she ran out of air. Finally, Kari relaxed and let go of her head, and she slumped back on her hip, gulping air.

“Wow! I saw stars . . . I almost passed out,” she said, still trying to get her breath.

Jeremy was smiling and grabbed her by the hair. “So, did you like that, mom-slut? Huh? Did you?”

Tiffany only nodded, and looked down, obviously embarrassed. Then Jeremy looked at Kari.

“Was that good for you?” he asked.

“Yes, it was very good. I didn’t expect things to go this far, but it was good for me.”

“Well, to thank you for helping us get rolling, I’m going to have mom-cunt come by here every evening and suck you off or do anything you want her to do.”

Kari thought about that. “Uhmm . . . I don’t work every evening . . . and sometimes the conference room is being used. And, I . . . uhmm . . . risked my job to do this. I don’t want to keep pushing that all the time. Someone could have heard us, and that would be trouble for me.”

“Well, how ‘bout I send her to your place, or wherever you want her to meet you?”

Before all this started, Kari had never even dreamed about all the sexual experiences that could happen. Now, she was considering to meet another submissive woman for sex—but the thing is, she had started to worry that she’d go crazy if she didn’t get enough sex, with her arousal off the scale all the time. This would be one relief for that, she thought.

“Uhmm . . . ok, but I’ll have to figure out a good place.”

“Well, if you want, you can come to our place, but I was trying to make it easy for you,” Jeremy said. “After all, it’s a ‘thank you’.”

“Ok . . . I appreciate that . . . let me think about it, and I’ll let you know,” Kari said. “I’m working tomorrow evening, though.” They exchanged cell phone numbers, so they could communicate.

All during this conversation, Tiffany was sitting on her hip, propped up by one arm where she’d been after she’d almost been smothered. She was still looking down demurely, with her face still shiny with cum, some of which was dripping onto her boobs and dress. She seemed perfectly content to be ignored as they discussed her service to Kari.

Jeremy took out his cell phone and took a picture of her sitting there looking like a true slut. “Ok, fuck-face, let’s go home.”

“Uhmm . . . can you let me go clean up? I can’t go out there like this!”

“I’ll decide that. Just pull up your dress to cover your boobs, and we’re going. If people notice the cum on your face, oh well. Then, they’ll know you’re my slut,” he said firmly.

“Yes, Master,” she replied, and he helped her get on her feet. She pulled up her dress to cover her boobs, but the cum dripping off of her face was pretty obvious.

“Let’s go . . . now!” Jeremy ordered, and Tiffany meekly followed him out the door, her face bright red with humiliation. Kari follow along behind to see if anyone noticed them, but no one bothered to look up as they walked out the front door. The girl on duty at the front desk called out automatically, “Thanks for using our library. Have a nice evening,” but she didn’t look up, either—so they made it out to the parking lot without being noticed.

Kari went in to the bathroom and looked herself over, and other than a few wrinkles in her dress, she was none the worse for wear. So, she went back to her desk to finish the shift.

About 30 minutes before closing, a man came in the door dressed in a security guard uniform, and Kari recognized him right away.

It was Terrell.

He grinned as he came up to her. “Evening, ma’am.”

She smiled back at him. “Nice to see you again—and a bit of a surprise.”

“A good surprise, I hope.”

“Yes, of course. So, you’re our new security guard?”

“Yes, ma’am. I’m here to make sure you don’t have any trouble closing up and getting home.”

“That’s wonderful! It’s nice that you’re someone I’ve already . . . <ahem> . . . already know.”

After she closed up and drove home, with him following her in his security pickup, she went over to his window.

“Well, thank you. This is going to be great. But, I want to give you a tip for your help,” she said with a twinkle in her eye.

“Oh? I’m not supposed to accept tips.”

“This one, I’ll bet you can. How ‘bout a blow job?”

He grinned. “Now, that’s one tip I don’t have to tell anybody about,” and he opened his door. She helped him unzip his trousers and let his big cock spring out. He was already pretty hard as Kari put her mouth around the head and started pumping with her hand. She licked and sucked and jerked on him until her mouth filled with his cream, which she swallowed. Only a drop escaped, which dropped onto her hand, so she licked it off.

“And, I didn’t even mess up your uniform,” she said smiling at him. “No evidence!”

“Nope . . . that’s great! You’re cool!”

“Yeah could even search you and won’t find a thing. See you tomorrow evening, then?” Kari asked.

“Yup! See you tomorrow.”

Kari called Joe and told him all that had happened.

“Well, that sounds like you had an interesting 4-hour shift,” he said, with laughter in his voice. “And, you got to suck off a friend to finish the evening. Not bad, my slut baby. I love you.”

“I love you, too. And, I miss you . . . but, I’m too tired to do anything now anyway, so maybe it’s better this way.”

“As they say, always leave an audience wanting more—so, as long as you’re wanting me, we’re good, babe,” he replied. “I’m tired, too, so let’s just get some sleep and we’ll have fun when you come back to live here on Monday.”

“Ok, my lover. G’nite.”

“Goodnight.”

Stacy was already in bed, but she woke up and asked how it went, and then giggled all the way through the story of Tiffany and Jeremy.

“He’s probably home fucking her now,” she said. “I know who he is, and he wasn’t an inexperienced virgin, like he pretended to be.”

“Oh?”

“No, he fucks around all the time. Rumor has it that he got one of the cheerleaders pregnant, but she won’t tell who the dad is, so his secret is safe. Obviously, his mom wanted him to start using her, so that might slow him down some with the other girls.”

Then, Kari told her about Terrell.

“Get otta’ here! It was Terrell? Really? What a coincidence!”

“Yeah, I thought so, too. I gave him a blowjob in his truck when we got here. I figured it would be a nice way to start off with a new security guard, since after all, they hired him because of what happened to me.”

“You’re really enjoying being a total slut, aren’t you?”

“Yeah . . . I am . . . I really am.”

“By the way, Marc called, and he was wondering if he could bring Bruno over tomorrow evening. Jacquie was definitely in favor. She’s sleeping in the dog house again tonight, by the way.”

Kari thought about being the 2^nd act with Bruno, and her pussy pulsed. “Uhmm . . . yeah, sure.”

Stacy’s prediction that it might slow him down with other girls didn’t turn out to be true, however. The next evening, Tiffany showed up at the library and asked Kari to talk. The conference room wasn’t being used, so Kari reserved it again, and they sat down together.

“I think I’m going crazy.”

“Oh?” Kari could see bruises on the top of her boobs where Jeremy had man-handled her. And when Tiffany pulled her blouse down far enough to reveal her boobs, she could see the “Mom-Cunt” and “Cumdump” written on the front of her tits near her nipples.

“All I can think about is serving him and pleasing him. He fucked me off and on all night, and this morning, he insisted that we go outside and he fucked me out on the lawn. One of the neighbor girls saw us, and he called from school to tell me he had a date with her tonight, since now he said his reputation has changed. I felt jealous. I only want him to fuck me. All I can think of is how to get him to fuck me more.”

“Uhmm . . . I don’t think he told you the truth about his reputation,” Kari told her, and filled her in on what Stacy had said.

“Well, yeah, I had suspected he had already started being sexual. But, oh, well, he’s a hot stud. I can’t stop wanting him. It’s sick, I know, but . . . I don’t know what to do.”

“I don’t know what you CAN do, or even if you need to change anything,” Kari said. “You’re a submissive, aren’t you?”

“Yes. I can’t say ‘no’ and I want him to control me . . . I crave his control and humiliation. He told me that he had invited the local bicycle gang—a bunch of 6^th graders—over to our place tomorrow afternoon, and he said I’m going to go out in the backyard naked and fuck myself with a champagne bottle for them while he uses a belt on my big tits. He told me to be sure to buy it today, so I went and bought a bottle of Krug on the way here to talk with you. I’m thinking that the top of a champagne bottle is going to rub the inside of my cunt raw, so I’ll be sore tomorrow evening. However, he might be thinking that we’d take off the wrapper and the wire holder and then my cunt lips would pull the cork out and I’d be sprayed inside and out with champagne.” She didn’t seem to think that was enough of a problem to override Jeremy’s command. “I’ll probably cum if the champagne bottle opens inside my pussy.”

“Uhmm . . . ok,” Kari said, uncertainly. To herself, though, she did think that was at least a little crazy.

“You think it’s ok?”

“I don’t have any idea if it’s ok or not. But, it sounds like you’ll have to live with it, anyway.”

“I guess so. But, you don’t think I’m going crazy?”

“Uhmm . . . I’m not really qualified to know about that, but if it helps any, I’ve been having some similar feelings sort of like that . . . I mean . . . I’m extremely horny all the time, and I think I’ve become a nymphomaniac.”

“Really? . . . I mean, I feel super horny all the time, too, although I thought it was because I’m in love with Jeremy. But, I wouldn’t mind having sex with someone else, you know . . . I crave being humiliated . . . I want to be used . . . like his command that I come over to meet you and do whatever sexual things you want—I, uhmm . . . have to admit that turns me on,” she said, obviously getting aroused even by that admission.

Kari’s pussy tingled at that image. “Uhmm . . . I would like that, but I don’t think the conference room is a good place to do it, so I’ll pass on that this evening, if you don’t mind. I don’t want to lose my job.”

“Well, can we do it someplace else, then?”

Kari thought about the plans with Bruno that evening. “Uhmm . . . are you into animals? Like dogs?” she asked hesitantly, almost in a whisper.

“You mean for sex? I have fantasized about that, but I’ve never had the opportunity.”

“Well, uhmm . . . if you want to come to my place this evening after I get off work, you might have the opportunity.”

“Wow! . . . ok, so, when should I meet you?”

“Jeremy told me to go with you and watch the dog sex show—and he asked if you could video it for him.”

“I think so. Stacy has a digital camera that does video.”

“He said he’ll just take his date our home, since I’m not there and fuck her in my bed. I told him, ‘Ok, Master’. When I get home, I’ll have to sleep at the foot of the bed.”

“Uhmm . . . I see.”

The three of them drove to Kari’s house in their own cars—Tiffany, Terrell and Kari. Jacquie’s car and Bunny’s car were already there, parked off to the side. Then Marc showed up, so Kari’s driveway looked like a used car lot with some very expensive cars. Kari asked Terrell if he could stay, telling him about Jacquie’s interest in Bruno, as well as introducing him to Tiffany. The idea of 5 women and 2 men—and a dog—apparently appealed to him, so he called in and signed off for the night with the security company and came in with Kari and Tiffany. He said he was done with his shift duties for the night, anyway.

When they all got inside, Bunny served everyone their drinks wearing a Playboy bunny suit complete with cotton tail, showing her g-string panties which hardly covered her pussy lips, let alone all the other parts of her inner thighs. Stacy was wearing a “Playful Chef” costume complete with chef’s hat, showing her large boobs out the side of her apron. Jacquie was wearing a Dalmatian dog costume complete with collar (with the brass plate “Bruno’s Bitch” riveted to it) which left nothing at all to the imagination. Her skirt was so short, she was basically bottomless—with no panties, since apparently she wanted to give Bruno easy access, Kari thought—and her big boobs were encircled by a thin strip of black fabric, her nipples adorned with a nipple chain which was held in place by painful looking crocodile-type clamps. Jacquie appeared quite happy that she had an audience, or so it seemed.

Tiffany looked a bit dismayed by what the others were wearing, since she hadn’t had a chance to dress for the occasion—but after the introductions all around, Stacy took her to the back room. When they returned, Tiff was all-smiles and wearing a sexy schoolgirl outfit, her hair in pigtails, and a red and black plaid skirt that did not hide her red satin very skimpy panties. When she sat down, her the v’shape of her panties was quite visible to anyone who looked her way, which didn’t seem to bother her very much, and in fact, she seemed to feel a lot better that she was exposed like that.

Kari tried to call Joe to invite him, but just got his voice mail, so she left a message inviting him, anyway. He texted back after a few minutes, saying thanks for the invitation, but that he was in the middle of supervising a dinner for Wendy and a U.S. congresswoman. Then Stacy took Kari to the back room, and when she returned, she was wearing “The Sexy Librarian” costume (of course). Stacy told her that it was just the dress rehearsal for her act at The Pony Ride. When Kari looked at her and grimaced wryly at her remark, Stacy said, “Uhmm . . . yeah . . . ok . . . I’ll get your drink,” and ran off to the kitchen to get it for her.

Everyone else was watching Jacquie, who was on all fours playing around with a very aroused Bruno, as evidenced by his hard cock appearing from its sheath from time to time. Jacquie had removed her nipple chain, and was kissing and hugging him, and offering her tits for him to lick or bite, and while he started out licking, he did nip her enough to make marks on her boobs and her thighs, which is common behavior among dogs. She moaned and thanked him for the nips, and laid down on her back, reaching for his cock, which she maneuvered into her mouth and began to suck.

Tiffany’s eyes were locked onto the scene in front of her, and she apparently didn’t even realize that one of her hands was slipping down into her panties—or didn’t care—while the other was reaching inside her costume to squeeze her right boob. Marc seemed to find Tiffany very interesting or attractive, so he was looking at her large tits and her hand moving inside her panties—but then, he frowned wryly, and looked around until he found Kari, maybe thinking it wouldn’t be polite to her if he started to molest anyone else. He smiled at her, and crooked a finger and patted his lap to invite her aboard.

Kari smiled at him, and inside she felt that warmth of affection for him, even as she sat down on his lap. She wondered about that—she knew her love for Joe was real, but her love for Marc was real, too.

“And for Stacy,” her slutself pointed out, “and Bunny’s even in the running.”

“So, what’s the deal? I thought I was supposed to only be in love with one person, like the man and wife thing,” Kari argued.

“Now, that’s a good theory. It just doesn’t fit you.”

“So, how does it work?”

“Does the word ‘polyamory’ mean anything to you?”

“Uhmm . . . so, you mean I am built to love several people?”

“Duh!”

“You don’t have to be rude . . . a simple ‘yes’ would have been sufficient.”

“Well, a simple ‘love-one-man’ would have been sufficient for other women, too. At least your folks pretended that for all those years. But after all, you know your mom was screwing that banker in Amarillo, even though he was married to someone else. Your dad knew it, too, so he just came into your bedroom when your mom was sleeping and jerked off on your face. That banker may have been the closest thing to real love your mom ever had. She certainly didn’t love your dad, and she made him pay for being ‘less than’ the banker for the rest of his life, never made enough money and all that. You didn’t think that was very fair, so you have always wanted to love anyone who was real and was willing to be close. The boundaries have never been very clear.”

<A long pause>

“Ok, I think I get it.”

Bunny came around to Kari and bent down to set her drink on the end table next to Kari and Marc, showing her boobs easily since she was wearing the Playboy Bunny costume. Her eyes were big as she looked at Kari, and she seemed to be hurting, although she didn’t say anything, as though she was just a server, not to be noticed.

Kari felt bad about that as Bunny turned away, remembering when she’d stopped her after Bunny had made her cum. She really didn’t have any reason to reject Bunny, except that she’d been so pushy—but she had been drunk at the time, after all, and she (that is, Kari) had been focused on wanting to see Joe’s apartment. And, after that recent discussion with her slutself about polyamory, she decided that she hadn’t really been fair to Bunny.

“Uhmm . . . Bunny?”

Bunny turned around and looked at her, still with pain in her eyes. “Yes?”

“Uhmm . . . I think we need to talk. I . . . uhmm . . . I don’t’ think I’ve really been fair to you. “

“Well, ok. . . . uhmm . . . it doesn’t really matter.”

“Yeah, it does . . . “ Kari looked at Marc, who seemed quite focused on Tiffany’s big boobs. “Is it ok if I go and have a chat with Bunny?” she asked him.

“Sure . . . do you mind if I enjoy Tiffany or Stacy while you’re away? I want to watch the ‘dog show’, but it makes me horny, so I would like to have a cunt on my dick, putting it bluntly.“

“That’s fine . . . although, I’d say Stacy is rather attached to Terrell at the moment,” Kari pointed out.

Marc looked and saw that indeed, Stacy was humping up and down on Terrell’s cock with a great deal of enthusiasm. “I’d suggest that you just touch Tiffany, and she’ll likely be very willing to . . . uhmm . . . connect with you, so to speak,” Kari finished lamely, but smiling all the same, and went to have that chat with Bunny.

Tiffany’s eyes looked glassy as she watched Bruno begin to hump Jacquie. It took a couple of tries before he succeeded in thrusting his cock into Jacquie’s open pussy, but when he did enter her, his enthusiasm for fucking her did not diminish for several minutes. He spurted his cum into her womb after Jacquie had cum several times, and then, of course, his knot grew large enough to lock them together in a bestial embrace for some time afterwards.

“Oh my gawd,” Tiffany exclaimed, as Marc reached over and touched her face. She looked at him as though she’d just then noticed him, grabbed his hand and started to kiss it and suck on his fingers like she was starving. He reached out with his other hand, and grabbed her nipple, pulling it straight up, to her gasp of pain. Jacquie just lay there, patiently waiting for Bruno’s knot to reduce, although she had several ‘aftershock’ orgasms.

“Oh my gawd,” Tiffany said again, and her eyes focused back on him, on his face and his huge muscled shoulders and chest. “Are you Samson? Are you Thor? Are you Hercules? You are so big and strong!”

“No, I’m not a god, or even a hero . . . I’m just Marc, but yes, I am big and I am strong,” but then reached over and grabbed her around her waist, and lifted her seemingly without effort onto his lap.

“You have wonderful tits, my dear,” he said as he began to fondle them. She melted into his arms, and found a way to fit his hard cock into her pussy. “MMMmmm . . . MMMmmm . . . MMMmmm . . .” she mewed as she closed her eyes to enjoy the comfort of his hard hot cock inside her pussy. She humped up and down on it, feeling it slide so wonderfully hot in and out of her cunt . . . and after quite some time she could feel his cock quiver when it was about to release his sperm, and thrust her thighs towards his, as she felt that incredible feeling of his cum spurting deep inside.

As Marc and Tiffany were enjoying their coupling, Kari and Bunny went to the bedroom, and Kari sat down with her back against the headboard . . . Bunny sat down sideways on the bed in front of her with her head down, and Kari noticed that her eyes were moist.

“I’m sorry about being so pushy the other day at the party . . . I was feeling overwhelmed anyway by the mansion and all that rich stuff, anyway, so I . . . well, I’m sorry, Kari. Please forgive me.”

“I’ll be glad to forgive you, but, perhaps I need to ask for your forgiveness, Bunny,” Kari said.

Bunny looked up at her. “Uhmm . . . why would you need my forgiveness? I was the one who was so pushy.”

“And I pushed you away because you have a crush on me? . . . That’s what Stacy told me . . . or maybe you’ve even begun to love me? Either way, it’s not an insult for you to want me. I lived for years thinking that no one really wanted me.”

Bunny looked up at her. “Well, I have to admit I love you both . . . you and Stacy . . . I would give anything to be able to live like you do. Both of you. You’re real life is a dream for me . . . an unreachable dream.”

“So, what Stacy told me was true, then?”

Bunny looked down at the floor with a deep sigh. “Yes.”

“Come here, Bunny,” Kari said, holding out her arms to offer a hug. Bunny slipped into her embrace, and put her head on her shoulder with her face against her neck. Kari could feel her tears and her warm breath on her neck as she started to cry, holding Kari very tightly. Kari felt regretful of how she’d been with Bunny, as she held her sobbing friend.

When she started to slow down, Kari said, “I think the biggest problem is that I didn’t . . . er . . . don’t . . . want to get in a triangle between you and Stacy. I didn’t want you to get close and intimate with me and then leave her out.”

“I can understand that,” Bunny replied. “I love Stacy, too, though. I don’t want to hurt her either—I mean, I wasn’t going to dump her if I got close to you. I probably didn’t handle that very well, because I didn’t tell her or you that. I guess I’m afraid that neither one of you wants me in your life, so it’s hard to talk with you about stuff like that.”

Kari sighed. “I certainly know what that feels like. I went for years after my divorce thinking that, until Stacy showed up. Well, it seems that all the old way of thinking no longer works, at least for me. I used to think that I was supposed to love just one person—my husband—but this past year has been so unbelievably different, I don’t know what the rules are any more. I clearly love more than one person now. I’m sorry you sort of got caught in the crossfire of that. I didn’t mean to hurt you, but I think I did, and that’s what I’m asking for your forgiveness about.”

“I didn’t mean to hurt you when I was pushy the other day at the picnic, either.”

“I know you didn’t . . . and I don’t think you really hurt me, I was just confused, and I pushed you away because I didn’t want you to hurt Stacy. It all got tangled up for all of us,” Kari observed.

“So, . . . uhmm . . . do you . . . uhmm . . . do you . . . like me?”

“Yes, I do . . . very much. I think it’s starting to grow into love, even,” Kari told her, remembering what her slutself had said. Bunny’s eyes brightened at that, and she looked up into Kari’s eyes.

“Thank you. That’s good to hear. I’ve been pretty isolated most of my life . . . at least in terms of love. I got burned three times in a row with guys, and twice with woman—not counting my mom, who wasn’t a very loving person—so I haven’t let anyone in to be close with for a long time. I’m not even sure what love is, actually. But, that’s a very lonely way to live, and I’ve really felt very lonely since I met the two of you, because it seemed like you two aren’t as lonely as I am, and I wanted that, too, you know—whatever you have. When Stacy and you appeared, and we had such powerful sex in that . . . orgy . . . at Melody’s place . . . that night, and then we got to be together afterwards. And the next morning, we even had breakfast together. That may not seem like much to you, but it’s, well . . . it’s the first time I felt intimate in a very long time. You know . . . sex sort of let’s someone inside you, so . . . anyway, since then, I’ve struggled at lot because I felt like I needed both of you, but that meant I had to let the walls down and that I had to let you in. I was just trying to work on that, when . . . well then, you and I . . . uhmm . . . had our problem because I got pushy at the picnic . . . and I really got confused. I couldn’t see where I could fit in at all. Stacy loves you so much she worships the ground you walk on, and then I sort of started feeling the same way . . . I don’t know . . . I’m sorry, I’m just babbling . . . am I making any sense?”

“Yes . . . at least, I think I’m getting what you’re saying.”

“I’ve been thinking and I guess . . . uhmm . . . I need you to punish me.”

“Punish you? Why?”

“Well, I guess that goes back to my parents. When I was about 12 years old, a neighbor girl showed me how to masturbate, and my mom caught us. She didn’t even touch me, but my mom walked in while I was laying in front of her fingering myself with my legs wide open—and of course, wouldn’t you know, Mom walked in right when I started to cum. She didn’t do anything to the neighbor girl, just sent her home. ‘Well, then,’ she said, ‘it looks like you are going to grow up being a fucking exhibitionist.’ I didn’t even know what meant at the time. Then without explaining, she said I’d have to wait until her boyfriend and my older brother got home from work, and she wouldn’t say anything else, although I knew she was upset with me.”

“I’ll bet that was pretty confusing.”

“No kidding—that’s an understatement. So, when her boyfriend and my brother got home, she took us all into the living room and she made me take all my clothes off and told me to show them exactly what I had been doing. So, I did, but I was too scared and embarrassed to cum, even though I didn’t know what it was called at the time. I fingered my pussy with my legs wide open in front of them and squeezed my nipples which were bigger than most girls my age, and I could see both my brother and her boyfriend get a bulge in their pants. After long while, maybe 20 minutes or so, I begged her to let me stop because I was getting sore, and that I was too scared to go on. So she let me stop, but she told me to get on her boyfriends lap for my spanking. He spanked me pretty hard—at least hard enough for me to cry and beg him to stop. When he stopped, he roughly put his hand between my legs and thrust one of his big fingers up into my pussy and broke my hymen. Mom just laughed and went and got a washrag and came back to clean me up. She even cleaned the blood off of his fingers before she started cleaning me. She didn’t explain or anything. In fact, she said, ‘well that should teach you a lesson about being a fucking exhibitionist,’ which didn’t make any sense to me, since I still didn’t even know what an exhibitionist was, so I was even more confused and hurt by the whole thing.”

“What a painful way to lose your virginity,” Kari said, feeling real pain in her body just thinking about her story. “Of course, mine had its problems, too,” she said, hoping to ease it a bit for Bunny.

“Yeah, I was hurt and scared and embarrassed, and my ass was bright red from the spanking. Mom wouldn’t let me wear any clothes for the rest of the day. I suppose her thought was intended to make me hate showing my naked body and scare me away from sex.”

“I take it that didn’t work.”

“Not at all!,” she said emphatically. “After a couple of hours, I got really angry at her about the whole thing. I mean, at 12, I didn’t know a lot, but I knew generally what sex was and all that, so she really treated me shitty about it. And, my 14 year old brother caught me aside later, and told me that if I wanted to make some money, he knew a way. Of course, I wanted something, a bicycle at the time, so I told him I was interested. He said if I’d be willing to get naked and finger myself like that for some of his friends, they would each pay me $5. As angry as I was at mom at the time, I told him to go for it, and by the following weekend, he had 5 of his friends lined up with their money. So, I made $25 by getting naked spreading my legs and fingering myself off in front of 6 teenage boys (that is, when you include my brother) in a garage. By that time, I’d pretty much gotten past the soreness from losing my cherry and from the spanking, so my skin and clit were extra sensitive and I had this enormous orgasm in front of my brother and his 5 friends. After that, I told him that as long as he could find paying customers, I’d be willing to do that show anytime. So, I had my new bike and plenty of spending money in no time.”

“I’ll bet. Did your mom find out?”

“I don’t know, but I think she figured out that something like that was happening after I suddenly had a new bike. But, by then, I hardly ever stayed home—I was riding off on my bike as soon as I got home from school, and sometimes I rode it to school, so I didn’t even go home at all until I went there to sleep. I had money, so I just got myself a hamburger or whatever at the nearest fast food place before I came home, so I didn’t even eat there anymore. She was fucking around with her boyfriend in the evenings, so he really didn’t care when I got home, and when I’d come in late and she’d started fussing with me about it, he told her to shut the fuck up and come to bed. She was drinking pretty heavily at the time, so she couldn’t keep track of details very well, and she was probably a submissive, too, so she couldn’t tell him ‘no’.

“Word got around the neighborhood that I would show my pussy and fuck myself for $5. I even had a couple of adults join in and pay the 5 bucks for the show—one of them was the older single guy who owned the garage. Then, my brother started negotiating for more choices for 3 of them at a time—like what if they jerked off on my body for $20 a pop? I thought that would be ok, as long as they didn’t cum on my face or hair. I figured that I could wash my body off by a using the work-sink in the garage, but if it got in my hair, I’d have to take a shower and all that. But I told him that I would only do that one night a week, although, each night that I did it, I would do it three times. So, on those nights, I would make $180, and I told my brother that it would be that amount exactly, so he’d better come up with 3 guys for each act or he’d have to make up the difference.

“I found out later that my brother was making $5 per person per regular show and $15 per special show, so he was making out pretty well, too. I was doing at least one show every evening after school, and several on weekends. Besides the night they jerked off on me, several times a week, we did some special shows for the big group in the garage, when I would wear a nipple chain and slap my pussy with one of those leather slut paddles—and for the climax, I’d jerk the nipple chain off with a cry of pain. Sometimes, I’d even fuck myself in the ass with a vibrator doggy style, which usually made me cum for real, although sometimes I’d have to fake it—but that was pretty rare. We’d make even more on those shows, and they were always sold out with as many as my brother could cram into the garage, which was something like 25 people. By then, they had rigged the lights so I was in the spotlight on stage, and I couldn’t see them very well. But, afterwards, I could see that they even provided tissues for the guys to jerk off into, as well as a trash can to dump them into on the way out the back door to the alley. I noticed after about 6 months that sometimes girls were there watching me, too. He told me after a year or so into the whole thing, the guy who owned the garage got free shows after the first month, but he didn’t want money for us to use his garage, he just wanted to see me humiliate myself like a total slut.

“Then one day, my brother asked me about hand jobs and blow jobs and even fucking the customers, and I told him I didn’t want to do that—no direct touching. What we were doing up to then wasn’t attracting the attention of the cops, but I knew enough to know that if we started in with adult men having real sex with a 12 year old for money that we’d get busted. He was still making money from what I was doing, and I threatened to run away if he made me do more, so he just went along.”

“That’s pretty smart for a young girl—limiting it that way, I mean.”

“Thank you. Looking back, I think so, too. I think I’d be pretty burnt out as a whore by now. And, I may not be very beautiful, but at least, my body wasn’t torn up by what I did for those couple of years, and I never got any sexual diseases. I’m not so sure about the emotional scars, but I guess I don’t let myself think about that too much.”

“So this went on for a couple of years?”

“Yeah, but then my brother started experimenting with some pretty heavy drugs and got arrested—then put in jail for 3 months. I didn’t want to do any shows without him, and after that I just didn’t trust him so I just stopped. Guys from the neighborhood kept calling me and offering more money, but I just didn’t want to do it anymore. By then, I had more money than I knew what to do with anyway—several thousand dollars—which I had stashed in between some bricks behind our house. Then, my mom changed boyfriends, and the new one was into drugs that she didn’t know about—or didn’t care—and started asking me to fuck him when he was alone with me, so I just took the money I had and ran away. I was 15.”

“Wow . . . what did you do then?”

“With my bigger than average boobs, by dressing older, as well as a fake ID I managed to buy, I could fool people into thinking I was older, so I got a job in a bar serving drinks. It wasn’t until later—I was about 18—that I figured out by talking with other waitresses that I’d make more money in tips working in strip joints, so I got hired at The Pony Ride.

“I’ve been working there ever since. It may be a strange place, but there are some good parts to it. Actually, Marc is one of them. He’s a straight shooter, you know. What you see is what you get. He’s real, and tells it to you straight, and he’s always backed me up if something went wrong. He ain’t perfect—and I know he’s more than a little kinky—but I can work with him best of all the bouncers. For one thing, he’s always sober when he’s working, and he never does drugs himself, so far as I know. The dancers and some of the other bouncers do coke and meth like candy—but not Marc.”

Throughout her story, they were in each other’s arms, which felt pretty good to Kari. “So, what did you mean earlier about needing some punishment.”

“Well, after what happened back then, I . . . uhmm . . . during the shows I began to get very turned on my fucking myself in front of people. I guess the humiliation part has become pretty important . . . and I enjoy spanking and the boob pain, too. I had a boyfriend for awhile who loved to tie up my boobs until they turned purple and then spank my ass and my pussy and take pictures of me like that before we had sex. Later, I had a girlfriend who did about the same thing. I always had huge orgasms that way, and it always turned me on when the pictures got shown to their friends. Sometimes, the friends would come up and tell me how sexy I looked in those pics. That turned me on even more. So, I guess my mom was right that I’m an exhibitionist.

“I always wondered what happened to all those pictures, but he died in a fire when a propane tank blew up in the next door apartment, so I guess they . . . uhmm . . . burned up with him. It almost killed me when that happened, or at least I thought I was going to die—I’m not sure if I really loved him or not but I sure missed him after he was gone. The girlfriend was always nervous about the pictures, and kept saying she’d get arrested for selling porn, so she always burned them after a week or so—but . . . anyway . . . the exhibitionist side of sex is obviously big for me, too. I usually can’t cum until I get some humiliation, some pain and some exposure—or at least I need the fantasy or memory of those things when I masturbate.”

“Well, I must confess that I like that kind of stuff, too. And, I like cum on my body, and I love the taste of it, too,” Kari admitted, her pussy tingling at all the erotic images of her story.

“Yeah, I like cum, too, but I never admitted it to those guys or to my brother. I didn’t want them to get more into cumming on me, and having more problems with that.”

“So, let me get this straight . . . for punishment, you mean you want me or Stacy to tie your boobs up and take pictures of you?”

“That’s part of it . . . it’s hard to explain. I’ve had new fantasies about you and Stacy since I met you. I’ve never had an orgy like the one at Melody’s before, and that one was great! . . . At the club, I heard about being made to put your panties into your pussy and then wearing them over your head, or being made to suck on them, being lead around by a collar and leash . . . and other things, too . . . writing slutty things on my body . . . being sent over to your friends to fuck them, either men or women or couples—you could even make money from pimping me like my brother did, if you want to—and other stuff . . . like being made to post the pictures of all those things on the internet so I’d be exposed as an internet whore,“ Bunny said, blushing. “I’m not saying . . . that you have to do all of it . . . I’m just wanted to try everything with someone I love, instead of some stranger, so I could go way out there, you know? . . . uhmm . . . it makes me nervous even telling you the images, the fantasies I’ve had about the two of you. I know it’s all crazy shit.”

“I’ve stopped worrying about being crazy these days. I don’t know what’s crazy and what’s not, since all the old rules are out the window. As for making money, the way things are going, we’re not going to need money at all, we’ll have plenty.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, it’s a long story, and I’ll tell you another time.”

“Ok. So, what do you think about all this?”

“I think you’re just like Stacy and I . . . Joe, too for that matter . . . and you’ve been trying to figure out how to get fulfillment in a sexually inhibited society here in the Bible belt. Maybe we can help each other with that.”

“Really!” And, when Kari nodded, she gave her a big hug.

“Let’s go see what the others are doing, then, and we’ll work on this more another time,” Kari suggested.

Jacquie was sucking on Terrell’s huge rock-hard cock when they returned out to the living room, which reminded Kari about the incredible stamina he had. (She made a mental note to ask him about that, like was he taking Viagra? How else would he have a perpetual hardon?) Stacy was playing with and sucking on Tiffany’s boobs—after all, she had always loved big boobs—while Tiffany was underneath Jacquie’s thighs enthusiastically sucking on her pussy, apparently cleaning her up from Bruno’s dog cum injection. Bruno was laying over in the corner resting, but was watching them with great deal of interest, and Kari saw his cock quiver a bit, suggesting that he might want to get in on the action again soon.

Marc was sitting back, sipping on his drink, watching it all, apparently quite content and relaxed. When they returned, he smiled at both of them, and patted the couch on either side of him for them to join him. They sat down on either side of him and snuggled up, Marc reaching out with his arms to pull them both in against his huge chest with his weight-lifter-type muscular arms. Kari noticed Bunny seemed more comfortable with Marc than she had been before, knowing they had worked together at the same club for years. Similarly, Marc seemed to feel closer to Bunny, and he talked with her for a bit as they sat there. The music and the sounds of sex made it hard for Kari to hear what they said, but his tone of voice seemed warm and encouraging to her, not to mention that she smiled at him several times during the conversation.

“So, what did we miss?” Kari asked him when he turned toward her.

“Oh, nothing much. The usual dog show and orgy that you have here,” he answered with a grin. Kari gave him one of her exasperated looks. Bunny could hear him and see her at the same time, so she laughed.

“OK, ok, ok . . . let me see. Bruno fucked Jacquie, Stacy fucked Terrell, and Tiffany fucked me . . . then we all took a short break to have a few drinks, and Stacy and Jacquie brought us some munchies, chips and stuff . . . and then Jacquie nearly swooned over Terrell’s cock and begged him to let her suck on it, so he’s let her do that for quite awhile now—that guy stays hard for longer than anybody I’ve ever seen—and Tiffany asked me if she could clean up Jacquie’s pussy from Bruno’s fuck, so they’ve been doing all that . . . and I had another drink or so . . . and I thought about all the sexy costumes you’re all wearing . . . and, that’s pretty much it, sweetheart,” he recounted sounding pretty pleased at the whole series of events.

Kari actually blushed at the “sweetheart” designation. “So, what did you think about the sexy costumes?”

“I like them. The strippers wear costumes, but then they’re impersonal with everyone, so it all feels fake. You, Stacy, Bunny, Jacquie, and even Tiffany, although I know she’s new in this group—all seem more . . . . uhmm . . . connected with what you’re wearing, so it’s a lot more real and a lot more fun—and a lot more sexy, too, actually.”

“That’s nice to know. It was probably Stacy’s idea, so you really should tell her that. You know how she needs to know when her creativity is a hit,” Kari pointed out.

“I hadn’t thought of that, but you’re quite right, and far be it from me to hinder Stacy from getting kudos for her creative efforts,” Marc replied with aplomb.

“Of course, I’m right,” Kari said, with a mischievous expression. “We all need all the kudos we can get, anyway, let alone the younger ones.”

“Ok, so what kudos do you need tonight? I mean that I haven’t already given you today.”

Kari blushed. “Uhmm . . . well, you haven’t told me I’m beautiful yet . . . <smiling weakly and blinking her eyes in exaggerated innocence>”

“You’re beautiful, Kari, my dear! Beautifuller than . . . the Texas Panhandle! . . . The Atlantic Ocean! . . . The Rocky Mountains!” he said grandly, loud enough for Bunny to hear, gesturing his arms wide with grandeur.

“Beautifuller?” she said, looking exasperated at him.

“Well, if that’s not a word, it should be,” he replied.

“The Texas Panhandle? It’s flat and empty, full of sage brush and has lots of tornadoes. Practically anything is beautifuller than that.”

“Well, uhmm,“ he stuttered. “It was the just the first phrase that came to my mind.”

“The Atlantic Ocean? It’s green, and full of pollution.”

“I’ve never actually seen it . . . would you go for the Gulf of Mexico?”

“You mean because it has so many hurricanes?” she asked, her eyes hard as daggers.

“Uhmm . . . no . . . no . . . that’s not what I was thinking . . . ”

Bunny was draped over the arm of the couch laughing her ass off by then. Stacy, who had also heard most of that conversation, was holding her stomach rolling on the floor and laughing so hard tears were coming to her eyes.

Marc looked with dismay at Kari, and then looked around at Bunny and Stacy. He looked back at Kari, grinned like a Cheshire Cat and an ‘I give up” hand gesture. Kari couldn’t hold it any longer and grabbed him in a big hug and kissed him soundly, giving into her laughter as well.

“Whew!” Marc said, pretending to wipe his brow. “I thought I was a goner.”

“I love you, you big oaf . . . do you know that?” Kari said through her giggles.

“Big oaf?” Marc inquired, sounding offended—which sent them all into more gales of laughter, this time including Marc himself.

Terrell was laughing about that conversation as well, but Jacquie and Tiffany had been so intent on the oral ministrations they had been doing, they hadn’t even noticed. Jacquie looked up, wondering why Terrell’s attention had wandered, but then she simply returned to sucking on his hard cock in unconcern when she saw he was just enjoying the others. Bruno got up and wandered over to sniff between Tiffany’s thighs and began to lick her, which got her attention. Stacy suddenly remembered that Jeremy had asked for a video of the evening, so she reached over on the counter to grab the digital camera and started recording. She got the video going about when Tiffany had suddenly stopped licking on Jacquie’s pussy lips and sat up abruptly because of Bruno’s tongue action, and she hit Jacquie’s wet pussy with her face--but she just kept going and smeared Jacquie’s cunt juices on her face and the front of her hair.

She did not find that to be a problem, though, as she reached out with both hands to guide Bruno’s tongue directly onto her clit. This resulted in what is usually known as multiple orgasms, since after all, Tiffany had been at a level of arousal way beyond any she’d ever previously experienced.

She was still going strong in her multiple orgasms when Bruno moved up and slid his large cock into her vibrating and slimy cunt and began fucking her. For a long time, he fucked her as vigorously as he would any bitch, but then he apparently started feeling tired, so he started sliding in and out more slowly. Tiffany’s eyes went blank and she sighed like she’d found the highest ecstasy in her sexual life.

Kari knew at that point that Tiffany had arrived at subspace, but she didn’t intervene, until she thought Tiffany’s breathing seemed to become a bit too irregular. It would not do, after all, for Tiffany to have a heart attack or something equally serious after a party when a dog fucked her—that would be rather awkward to explain to the emergency medical services. As it turned out, Bruno thrust deeply and came inside her about that time, and pulled out right away, even before he knotted up, since he had shot his load several times already.

Tiffany was lying there, still sort of vibrating, so Kari thought she might still be having multiple orgasms. Her eyes were closed, but Kari could see her eyelids moving like she was in REM sleep. Everyone was watching her as she lay there, and Kari was reticent to touch her, but she decided that it would probably be a good thing to at least find out if she was responsive.

“Oh!” Tiffany breathed, when she felt Kari touch her shoulder. Her eyes opened and she looked at Kari with totally unfocussed eyes for a few moments. Then, her eyes gradually came back into focus.

“Oh! . . . it’s you, Kari. . . . Oh! Wow, that was incredible! . . . Oh, gawd!” She grabbed Kari’s arm, so tightly it almost hurt.

“Shhhhhh . . . shhhhh . . . just relax . . . it’s ok . . . uhmm . . . would you like some water?” Kari asked, not really knowing what she might need.

“Uh uh uh . . . uhmm . . . yes, please!” she replied. Stacy had already seen and heard what Kari was doing, so she handed Kari a small cup of water. “Can you sit up?” lifting her head gently. “Slowly . . . slowly . . . ,“ and she put the cup of water against her lips and tipped it slowly so she could drink.

After several sips, almost gulps, and breathing hard several times, she reached up and took the cup and drained it. She handed it back to Kari with a trembling hand, “c-c-can I have . . . som-som-some more . . . please?” Stacy was already there with another cup, which Kari handed to her but helped her hold it, so she didn’t spill most of it from her trembling . . . “Slowly, now,” Kari told her, and helped her finish off the second small cup of water.

Tiffany sat there for awhile, breathing hard, as the others waited politely for her to regain her composure. Bunny was sitting next to Marc, resting her head on his shoulder and chest, both of them smiling; Jacquie had her arm around Bruno, sitting on the floor in front of the couch, and while Jacquie was smiling, it might be difficult to be certain that Bruno was smiling, but likely so, all the same. Terrell’s cock had finally relaxed, so Stacy went and sat next to him and wiggled under his arm in the big armchair and kissed his cheek and reached over and started caressing his chest, while Kari was there kneeling on the floor next to a very dazed and disoriented Tiffany. Terrell seemed quite happy about Stacy’s snuggles.

“Wow! . . . I mean, like wow!” Tiffany kept saying. “That was incredible. . . . I mean REALLY incredible!”

“Well, we wouldn’t want you to come to a party here and go home unhappy, now would we?” Terrell said, tongue in cheek, and the rest of all the women giggled.

Marc smiled, “No way! They have the best parties in the country here . . . [looking at Kari] . . . even better than . . . ok, lemme see . . . the Gulf of Mexico! . . . no, wait! . . . Chattanooga!”

“Chattanooga?” Kari grimaced, and everyone laughed again, especially Marc.

Tiffany looked around and saw everyone smiling, and looked a bit confused.

“Uhmm . . . how long was I out?”

“What do you remember last?” Stacy asked astutely.

“I . . . uhmm . . . remember Bruno starting to fuck me . . . I guess I’m a bitch, just like Jacquie . . ..“

Jacquie smiled at her, “Yeah, I guess so . . . so, now, Bruno could have two wives.”

“Oh . . . <ahem> . . . well, I’d better check with my Master, first,” Tiffany said.

“Good plan!” Jacquie replied, still smiling with obvious warmth. “So, if you get His permission, then we could be sister-wives.”

“I got a great video of Bruno fucking you, just so you know, Tiffany . . . you said your Master wanted one, so I’ve got it for you,” Stacy told her.

“Thank you . . . uhmm . . . actually, I’m not sure he wanted me to fuck Bruno . . . but, oh well, it’s already happened, so if he doesn’t like it, it’s too late, I guess,” Tiffany said, a bit uncertain about it.

Marc gave Bunny a ride home, and Jacquie said she had to meet with her attorney the next morning, so she went and stayed at a hotel close to her attorney’s office. Terrell had his own vehicle, so they all said goodnight and headed to their destinations.

Kari and Stacy slept together, but they were too tired to do anything sexual. Kari put her arm around her as Stacy snuggled up close, and they slept well.

The next day, Tiffany called Kari and asked if they could talk. Kari wasn’t working, so she invited her over to her own place.

“He wasn’t pleased about Bruno fucking me,” she told Kari unhappily, as she sipped the coffee that Stacy had made. “He said he’d told me to go and watch that other woman get fucked by the dog and to get a video of that. I distinctly remember telling him that you’d said that it may be a chance for me to have animal sex, so I don’t think he’s being fair. And, when I got home afterwards, he had a pregnant girl and another girl in my bed with him—both of which I’m sure he’d fucked for most of the night—and he just told me to get him some coffee. When I brought it to them, he made me suck his cum out of their cunts, while they all called me all kinds of dirty names, like cumdump, stupid bimbo, nasty slut, cheap whore . . . son-fucking mom . . . mother-of-a-mother-fucker, and stuff like that. Then, I find out that he’s the father of the pregnant girl’s baby—which had to have happened months ago, because she’s far enough along to really be showing. He told he’d knocked her up since I’d been such a frigid cock tease bitch to him, and that’s why she’s carrying his baby instead of me—so he told me to pay for all of her pregnancy and birth expenses.”

“Ok . . . uhmm . . . I’m not sure what to say . . . “

“Well, I really feel guilty about that part, because it’s true. I’d much rather be carrying his baby because I was such a frigid cock tease bitch to him—he’s telling the truth about that.”

“Uhmm . . . but he’s not your husband,” Kari pointed out, sounding puzzled.

“Well, he’s my Master, now . . . and I really did tease him a lot by wearing skimpy things all the time, and rubbing my boobs on him when I tucked him in at night. I shouldn’t have done that. And, then when he’d confront me and say that he wanted to fuck me, I’d get bitchy and go lock myself in my room. . . . But, actually, there’s more to the story of what happened when I went home. Remember that I told you that he’d invited the 6^th grade bicycle gang to watch me fuck myself naked in the backyard with a champagne bottle while he whipped my tits with his belt?”

“Uhmm . . . yes, I remember.”

She opened her blouse . . . her tits had clearly been beaten with a belt. Then, she stood up and pulled up her skirt. Her pussy lips were swollen and red, although they were not bleeding, and they did look like she’d rubbed them raw by fucking herself with something . . . like a champagne bottle.

“And, I did cum when he finally decided to take the wire and wrapper off of the top of the bottle of Krug.—I was so horny by that time, when I’d fucked myself 2 strokes, I pulled the cork with my cunt muscles and the champagne spewed into me. I don’t remember what happened after that, so I must have passed out from cumming too much or something . . . I woke up and the bottle was pushed deep inside my cunt, and they had just left me like that with all those 6^th graders, who must have jerked off on me. I even had cum in my hair and in my ears. My ass is very sore, so somebody had fucked my ass, too.” She seemed to be both humiliated and highly aroused by all of that.

“Well, uhmm . . . “ Kari started to say.

“And, he left me a note,” Tiffany interrupted.

“A note?”

“More instructions. I am supposed to go to the park where all the elderly men come to smoke, wearing only a black bikini top and a skirt which is way too small, so it doesn’t even cover up my bush, and offer to either suck them off or let them fuck me . . . for free, of course. At least, he’s not pimping me out and making money from my body . . . not yet, anyway. But, to do what he said is asking to get some kind of sexually transmitted disease. I don’t want to go out and fuck a bunch of strangers and die of AIDS.”

“Well, uhmm . . . ok.”

“You think it’s ok?”

“Uhmm . . . no, that’s not what I meant . . . it doesn’t sound ok to me . . . I was just trying to stay in the conversation with you and make sure you knew I was listening to you.
“I understand . . . I’m glad you’re listening . . . sometimes I think I’m a horrible bore, and nobody wants to listen to me at all. He’s right that I’m a stupid bimbo.”

“Well, that’s not a problem with me, if that helps,” Kari told her. “You’re not boring to me.”

“Yes, it does help. Thank you. And, by the way, he said to come back to talk with you and offer my services in licking your pussy for at least an hour . . . uhmm . . . I’d love it, if you’d sit on my face, Kari. Please?”

Kari looked at her in shock, but after a few moments, she realized that she was dead serious in her request. “I don’t know if I could last an hour sitting on your face, Tiffany.”

“That’s ok. He said I would need to seduce you enough that you’d sit on my face, for as long as you wanted to, actually . . . so I’m not really limited to an hour, in truth. You can go even longer, if you want to.”

“Seduce me?”

“Or, beg you.”

“Oh.”

“Please? Please? Please, Kari will you sit on my face? I’d love it if you’d just read a book or watch TV or whatever you want to, while you do. Just ignore that I’m there, and if you cum, that’s fine. If I’m licking or sucking too hard, though, please let me know. It’s your enjoyment that I’m here for, in every way. Uhmm . . . if I’m not seductive enough and you don’t sit on my face, he said he’d have that whole 6^th grade bicycle gang . . . uhmm . . . gangbang me in the city park by that other library—I forget what it’s called, but it’s the one by that big downtown park—and each one of them will have a whip or a short piece of barbed wire to use on my cunt and tits after they fucked me.”

Kari sighed, knowing that she wouldn’t be able to say no. Then Kari saw Stacy smiling in the doorway. “Uhmm . . . hang on a minute, though, ok? . . . I’ll . . . uhmm . . . consider what you’ve asked. But, let me get a few things taken care of first, ok?”

“Of course.”

“Uhmm . . . did you have something for me?” she asked too softly for Tiffany to hear.

“No, I was just listening to this interesting conversation, that’s all, Lover Doll,” Stacy said, equally quiet, hugging her gently and kissing her on the cheek. “She’s really an extreme slave slut, isn’t she? And to her son, apparently.”

“Yeah, so it seems.”

“You don’t think it’s real?”

“Well, yes, I do think it’s real, because she goes so far, and the evidence seems to back up her story every time. And she was certainly real at the party here the other night. It’s just . . . well . . . I don’t know what to think, really.”

“Yeah, well, I think she’s real. All of it. She went crazy when her husband left, so she’s been trying to seduce her son to take his place . . . and according to the rumors, he’s probably a lot worse of a person than her ex ever was, but she’s doing deeply slutty things to try and please him, because if she thinks if loses him, she’s lost everything, since she’s already lost Jeremy’s father.”

“Or, she’s just a nympho and just wants to fuck her son.”

“Ok, yeah well . . . there’s that.”

“Do you know who his father is? Her ex?”

“Uhmm . . . well, according to the rumor grapevine . . . way back when I was in the gossip mill in high school. He was a security officer named Mason.”

“You’ve got to be kidding.”

“Lover Doll . . . I wouldn’t even think about kidding you about something like this. I love you too much to mislead you. We’ve got enough problems to not make up any by me not being honest with you.”

“I’m sorry, Stacy. I’m just a bit . . . off balance, that’s all.”

“I can understand that.”

“You’ll have to remember that I’m an old woman, you know. And, I’m not used to all this sexual . . . drama.”

“Yeah, ok . . . you’re not old anyway.”

“I’m 53!”

“That’s not old.”

“It is, too . . . older than you, anyway.”

“Almost everyone is older than me—at least the ones who want to sleep with me—so what? And besides, you’ve always looked younger than you are. You’ve always told me that.”

“Ok, yeah, I look like I’m almost a teenager. I’ll never grow up—not in anyone else’s eyes.”

“No, I’d call it closer to 35.”

“35!?” Kari fumed for a few minutes. “Are you telling me that I actually still look like I’m 35?”

Stacy thought about that for several of moments.

“Uhmm . . . yes . . . and for the life of me, I can’t think of why that would bother you. Almost every woman I know who is over 40 would sell their soul to look 35. And, you are almost 20 years older than you look. I can’t imagine why that would be a problem.”

“Stacy . . . I WANT to look older. I’ve always looked like a naïve teenager, so nobody takes me seriously. Maybe I need to have grey hair.”

“What?”

“I was actually hoping for silvery grey hair, so I could sit in a rocking chair and do cross-stitch, with one of those big magnifying glasses, you know—that are on a stand that you can move in front of you when you need it and all that. And young people would come to me to tell me their problems and ask my advice.”

Stacy looked at her and opened her mouth a couple of times. When she finally said something, it was “Uhmm, yeah . . . ok.”

“There’s only one problem,” Kari said.

“Oh? What’s that?”

“Since I’m such an idiot, I screwed up my marriage and my life, and have become a stupid bimbo nymphomaniac, so who in the world would come to tell me about their life problems and ask for advice from a failure like me?”

“Uhmm . . . uh . . . I didn’t mean to upset you.”

“You didn’t . . . I’m just frustrated because on the one hand, I feel sort of critical of her that Tiffany is getting seriously screwed over by her son just because she can’t say no . . . and yet, I can’t say no, either. So now! . . . Now, I’ve got to go sit on her face for an hour so she doesn’t get gangbanged in central park by a band of 6^th graders and whipped with barbed wire.”

“Uh . . . right.”

Tiffany took her blouse and skirt off—so she was naked except for her high stiletto heels—and sat down in front of the couch, leaning backwards with her head squished in between the cushions. She handed Kari a crop which she’d brought along, telling her that Jeremy had asked that Kari mark her tits several times while she was sitting on Tiffany’s face. Kari wasn’t sure she could hit her hard enough to mark her, but she shrugged and took the crop and laid it to one side until she could figure out what to do with it.

Kari was wearing some shorts without panties and a light top since she wasn’t working that day, so she slipped them off, feeling very self-conscious—and backed up over Tiffany’s body walking on either side of her legs and hips. She wasn’t really sure how she was supposed to do this, but she gingerly sat down on Tiffany’s face. She found herself having to adjust her position a bit, and eventually found that the best position was when her pussy was over Tiffany’s mouth with her nose poked into her asshole. That was a bit embarrassing to Kari, but Tiffany made some moaning sounds and began to lick and suck on Kari’s pussy. As she got settled, she picked up the magazine she’d chosen and began to leaf through it, although she was much too distracted to actually read or absorb anything from it.

Tiffany seemed to be right where she had wanted to be, and she was pinching her own boobs right where the bruises were from Jeremy’s belt and spanking her own pussy with her legs wide open. Sometimes she would stick her tongue into Kari’s cunt as far as it would go and thrust in and out, which created a very sexy sensation for Kari, and she started having some pretty nice orgasms. Cumming was even more distracting from reading the magazine about the latest in fashion, but it was very enjoyable, all the same.

Then Kari remembered Jeremy’s request, so she picked up the crop and swung it around, trying to get the feel of it. Experimentally, she swung it down between her legs at Tiffany’s left boob, and it made a smacking sound against it. Tiffany jumped, and squealed, and Kari wondered if she’d hit her too hard. But, Tiffany’s left hand grabbed her left nipple and twisted it hard, so she realized that Tiffany wasn’t upset. Tiff’s other hand went between her legs and she crammed three fingers hard into her twat, thrusting in and out hard, until her thigh muscles clamped down in an obvious orgasm—all the while, she was thrusting her tongue up into Kari so she enjoyed a good cum, as well.

Kari looked down and saw that the crop had left a pretty good imprint, which was rapidly turning red. Since she had gotten such good results from the first one, Kari smacked her right boob to see if she could match the mark on the left. She missed her intended spot, though and hit Tiffany right on the nipple. Tiffany squealed a good bit louder into Kari’s pussy, then gasped and covered her boob with her left hand, breathing hard. Alarmed, Kari lifted up and asked, “Are you alright?”

Tiffany breathed in and out a few more times, and then replied, “Yeah, I’m ok. That was pretty intense. I think I want some more . . . I need that some more.”

“You want me to hit your nipple again?”

“Yes . . . it’s turning me on, so I’m just on the edge of cumming again. Hit this one—harder, please!” she said pointing to her left nipple.

Kari was a little uncertain about that, so she hesitated.

“Please? Hit my left nipple harder, please!” Tiffany begged. Kari swung harder and tried to hit her left nipple, but she missed and hit to the other side from the first mark, so she swung again, even harder and this time hit her nipple dead on. Tiffany squealed again twice, the second one turned into sort of a gurgling sound, and she came so hard she went totally limp, obviously passed out.

Kari turned around and got down beside her. “Stacy! She passed out! Bring some water!”

She wrung her hands in panic, while Stacy ran in with a glass of water. “Rub her wrists!” she told Kari in a commanding voice. Kari started rubbing her wrist, while Stacy put the glass to her lips and tipped it just enough to let a small sip moisten her lips and tongue. Tiffany jumped a little, and started to reach out with both of her hands. Kari held on to her left hand, and Stacy said, “Easy! Easy! . . . Just relax. We’re here.” Tiffany opened her eyes which were totally unfocussed, and she shook her head, trying to regain her awareness.

“Are you ok? Are you ok?” Kari asked, wringing her hands again.

“She’ll be ok, just let her be for a few minutes . . . haven’t you been around anyone who passed out before?” Stacy asked. She tried again with the water, and Tiffany took a sip and sat up.

“No . . . well, except me . . . I’m the one who usually passes out from cumming too hard,” Kari replied.

“Wow! Oh, my gawd . . . that was incredible,” Tiffany said, finally finding her voice. “I’ve never cum that hard before.”

“Uhmm . . . ok . . .,” Kari said. “You scared me, though, passing out like that.”

“I’m sorry . . . I didn’t . . . I mean I don’t know how . . . that happened. I just started cumming and everything went black,” Tiffany explained.

“Yeah, that used to happen to me a lot . . . it doesn’t happen as often these days.” She turned to Stacy. “Thank you for helping me . . . I didn’t know what to do,” and she hugged her. “I’m glad you did.” Stacy had still had the glass of water in her hand, but she awkwardly returned her hug.

“Apparently I’m really turned on by nipple pain . . . and tit torture . . . and I loved you sitting on my face,” Tiffany told Kari and Stacy while they were sipping some tea at the breakfast bar. She had only put on her blouse, but hadn’t buttoned it, and she periodically looked down admiringly at the marks Kari had made with the crop. “And thank you so much for marking me. If Jeremy leaves me, I’d love to be your slave.”

“I’m not sure I can handle that again. I think you should tell your son that I’d rather he not ask me to do any more sexual things with you,” Kari said. “When you passed out, it really scared me.”

Tiffany looked very dismayed. “But, didn’t I make you cum when you were sitting on my face?”

“Well . . . yes . . . several times.”

“That wasn’t good for you?”

“Well . . . yes . . . it was good.”

“So . . . the big thing you didn’t like is that I passed out?”

“Uhmm . . . I guess that’s true . . . it was all a bit awkward for me, but I guess the main thing is that it scared me when you passed out.”

“It’s not that big of a deal,” Stacy said. “You used to pass out a lot, Lover Doll.” Kari frowned wryly at that.

“So, maybe as I get more used to being a sex slave I won’t pass out? This is the first time it’s ever happened to me—that I remember, anyway. I don’t remember sex ever being this intense before. I never got the pain or the humiliation when I was married,” Tiffany commented.

“Uhmm . . . may I ask you a question?”

“Sure.”

“Who is your ex-husband?”

“Uhmm . . . his name is Mason. He works for a security company.”

“Is it the same company that Terrell works for?”

“I don’t know . . . you mean the Terrell who was here last night?”

“Yes. He has a friend whose name is Mason.”

“It could be . . . I don’t know. We divorced about 8 years ago, and it’s likely that he has new friends and new people he works with. I’m not even sure if he works the same place he worked when we were married. I was too obsessed with Jeremy to pay attention to him.”

“Did he used to go to The Pony Ride?”

“Yes,” she sighed. “And, I gave him hell about it, because I was jealous. I was always jealous of the dancers there, and I always thought he found women to sleep with instead of me.”

“Is this him?” Stacy asked, showing her a picture of him on her cell phone. Kari hadn’t thought of that.

Tiffany’s face fell and she looked down. “Uhmm . . . yes,” she replied, her voice thick with tears.

“Well, if you want pain and humiliation, he knows how to do that,” Stacy told her.

“He does? He used to ask me to talk with him about sex, because he said our sex life was boring, but I was too busy with the baby—Jeremy—and I told him I would, but I never got around to it. It was one of my hundreds of mistakes. I’ve screwed up almost everything in my life, and he finally just left when Jeremy was 10.” Tears were running down her cheeks openly now. “I didn’t know what to do, so I just put everything into raising Jeremy.”

“Uhmm . . . what did . . . or do . . . you do for money?” Kari asked.

“I’ve been working with a maid service since the year before the divorce. It’s pretty good money, and I’ve been working there for about 8 years, so I have lots of seniority. I’ve been on vacation for a week or so . . . don’t have to go back to work until next Monday night, since I often work the night shift. And after the divorce was final, my father put some money into an account for me, and told me that if I ever ran out to let him know. My house—it’s only a small two bedroom—was paid off as a part of the divorce settlement, and we don’t spend that much, so I’ve only had to ask my father to help a couple of times. All my bills are taken out directly automatically, so I’m not even sure how much is in there at the moment.”

“What does Jeremy do for money?”

“Whenever he wants some I withdraw it and just give it to him. His car payment and insurance is part of my regular bills, so he doesn’t have to worry about it. When he left the house the other day with those two girls he was fucking, he told me he needed some, so I gave him $100. . . . I know, I know . . . I’ve spoiled him rotten,” she said, raising her hands as if to defend herself from them.

“Well, the big issue is that he’s not ever going to grow up if you keep on giving him everything he asks for—whether he treats you terribly or not,” Stacy pointed out, in her usual blunt way.

“But, I WANT him to treat me terribly! My parents always treated me like I am a worthless stupid bimbo pain slut and told me that I’ll only ever be good for kinky sex and to be a sex slave. That’s what I wanted from Mason, too, but he was too nice, but he didn’t know how my parents were,” she replied, starting to cry again.

“Uhmm . . . what are you saying? About your parents, I mean.”

“My parents used to whip me and tie me up and have their friends gangbang me even when I was very young, like 12 years old or so . . . when I started to develop—I mean, like my tits—my dad used to pull me over to the big metal vise on his workbench and clamp one of my tits into it, so I couldn’t get away, no matter how hard I cried and begged him—then he would play with my cunt and my ass as long as he wanted to. When I told him I’d do anything for him to let me out of the vise, he would let me out and then he would make me fuck him. They even told my brothers to fuck me whenever they wanted to—and they did—used to wake up with one or the other of them pounding my pussy in the middle of the night whenever they got horny. They used to sit around the living room and watch me suck off my grandfather—all of them, even my grandmother—she used to be the one who stripped me naked before they made me start sucking on him. Even my mom would sit on my face when she wanted to watch her favorite TV show—that’s why I loved you sitting on my face, Kari, and why I wanted you to do it for an hour—that’s as long as her show. And that’s why I want you to do it again, too. It’s what I’m used to.

“Can’t you see? I need to be humiliated and abused all the time, or I turn into a total bitch. It’s the only way I can control the bitch inside me,” she pleaded with them, then covered her face with her hands, crying uncontrollably.

Kari and Stacy just sat there stunned, looking at her. Kari opened her mouth, but she really didn’t know what to say, so she just closed it again. Then she looked at Stacy, who just shook her head, either to communicate that there was really nothing to say, or to accede to the reality that it was an impossible story—for which there were no solutions except to be what Tiffany had become.

“Ok, so you want us to treat you like a worthless bimbo whore sex slave . . . and make you do all manner of nasty sexual things,” Stacy summarized. It wasn’t a question. It was a statement.

“Yes . . . please. I need it. It’s the only way I can let go of Jeremy, and I know I need to—I need to let go of him, I mean. I need some other ‘owners’ if that’s the right term. I know I’ve created a monster, and he’s totally out of control, but he’ll have to work out how to change. I can’t help him, because I’m his problem. I’m addicted to his sexual abusing me and humiliating me.”

“So, if we do that, you’ll tell him ‘no’?”

“I won’t ever be able to tell him ‘no’ to his face. I’ll need your help figuring out how to handle that. I’m been thinking that I’m willing to sign the house over to him, and give him all the money I’ve got, but then I’d be a homeless street person, and the only thing else I know how to do is fuck, so I’d end up as a street whore. I know that’s crazy, because I have a decent life now,” she said, sobbing and biting the white knuckles of her clenched fist. “I know it’s crazy, but I . . . can’t seem to stop myself.”

“I think we’ll need to hide you for awhile,” Stacy said. She turned to Kari. “And, we’ll need Wendy’s help.”

“Yeah. I agree. My only question is if maybe Mason could help.”

Tiffany looked at Kari with deep pain in her eyes. “Uhmm . . . I was so bad to him. I don’t think he’ll ever want to help me.”

“Well, what if I offer him some time with you in Wendy’s pleasure room . . . so he’d come in with you tied and gagged on the whipping horse, but you’d have to commit to being his sex slave for . . . say . . . the weekend?” Stacy asked.

“I’ll be his total no-limit sex slave for the rest of his life, if he’d take me back,” she said, tears spilling over her eyelids and running down her cheeks, and then she bent over, falling to the floor, sobbing and curled up in a fetal position.

Kari and Stacy sat there looking at her for a few moments, and then looked wryly at each other.

“Ok . . . so, we might make that offer. But, we need some time to work this out with Wendy. When Tiffany sends the message to Jeremy that she’s gone AWOL, he’s going to try to take back control. We’ll have to be prepared for that. So, for now, we need to take her to someplace safe,” Kari said.

“AWOL? What’s AWOL?”

“Uhmm . . . it stands for Away With-Out Leave—uhmm, probably just something from the movies and war, but it was supposed to be something that a soldier was charged with if he just left the military because he couldn’t stand it anymore.”

“Ok . . . uhmm . . . so, anyway, we need to take her someplace safe.”

“Joe’s?” Kari asked Stacy.

“I was hoping that would work. It’s the safest place I can think of, since first of all, Jeremy’s not going to know anything about it, and secondly, he won’t be able to get past the gate especially if Victoria has been warned. The thing is, I’m just his apprentice. You’re his lover. Can you call him, please?” Stacy asked, looking at her with puppy dog eyes and blinking innocently.

“You’re bad.”

“But you still love me, don’t you?” Stacy asked, hugging her and snuggling up against her neck.

“Well . . . hrmmm . . .,” Kari murmured. Stacy’s head jumped up and looked at her in surprise.

“Yes, yes . . . I still love you . . . I was just teasing,” Kari told her. “I’m really glad you’re here to help me with stuff like this. I wouldn’t have the foggiest idea what to do,” as she smooched a quick kiss on her lips.

“What makes you think that I know what to do?”

“You have so far!”

Stacy laughed. “I just make it up as I go along!”

“Well, you’re a pretty good maker-upper,” Kari said, hugging her laughing.

“Uhmm . . . let me get this straight. You need to hide a masochistic slut slave from her son, so you want to bring her here?” Joe asked.

“It’s the only place I know where he won’t suspect she’s there, and that’s protected . . . especially if we warn Victoria in advance.”

“Uh . . . only one other thing. Are you coming with her? Otherwise, she might be a temptation for me, you know. I haven’t gotten to fuck you for a couple days, after all,” he said with a chuckle.

“That’s ok. She has big tits, which I’m sure you’ll like, and she loves humiliation, like for me to sit on her face. She’s also truly a slave, so she’ll do whatever you ask her to do. You can do whatever you want to with her, and if that includes sex, that’s ok with me. After all, I had sex with her already, you know.”

“Make sure she’s wearing panties . . . I can think of some fun and humiliating ways to use them,” he said, chuckling again.

“So, it’s ok with you?”

“Yes, love of my life. Send her on over.”

“Can you ask Lisa to come get her at our place? Or, I could call Lisa.”

“Yeah, I can do that. She’s just across on the other side of the room. It’s only about 100 yards—you know how Wendy’s rooms are. I need some exercise, anyway.”

“Well, I could call her.”

“No. It thought she’d get a kick out of the story, too.”

“A kick. Well, it probably wouldn’t work for her to kick the shit out of Tiffany’s son.”

“That was a figure of speech, but I’ll be sure and tell her that The Butler Lady is not to interfere. I’m sure she’ll understand.”

“I appreciate that. And Joe?”

“Yes.”

“I really love you, do you know that?”

“I really love you, too, baby . . . come back soon.”

“He said to make sure I’m wearing panties?”

“Uhmm . . . yes . . . he’s got a panty fetish. It’s a long story.”

“But, Jeremy said I couldn’t wear any this week, so I don’t have any panties to wear.”

“Come with me,” Stacy said . . . when she returned, she was smiling and carrying a small bag.

“Jacquie brought us a lot of sexy panties that are adjustable size, such as those with string ties . . . I hope you don’t mind that I gave her about 10 pair,” she said to Kari.

“Not at all,” Kari smiled. “We’d never wear all of them anyway. We probably have about a hundred pair or so now.”

“So, I’m not going home before I go to this safe place?”

“No . . . it wouldn’t be a good idea.”

“What about my other clothes?”

“Well, at Joe’s, feel free to wear just panties. I’m sure he’d enjoy that. And Wendy and Josie—and Lisa—will provide you with any clothes you might need for anything else.”

“And he’s a chef? And he’s your boyfriend?”

“Well, actually he’s a Master Chef. If you don’t know, that’s waaay above an ordinary chef. . . . And yes, he’s my boyfriend, my lover. We’ve even discussed getting married, but actually, I’m the one who is scared of marriage—he’s never been married . . . anyway. Yes, he’s my lover.”

“Uhmm . . . but you said I should only wear panties there, unless there’s something important going on?”

“Uh . . . no, not exactly. What Stacy and I told you is that you could only wear panties if you want to, meaning it wouldn’t offend anyone, since you don’t have any other clothes for now. I’m sure there are some robes and night gowns for you to wear, if you’d like to cover up more. I guess what we mean is that he’d enjoy seeing your naked body or only in panties.”

“But, what I mean is . . . YOU don’t mind if he sees me only in my panties?”

“No, I don’t mind at all. We both have other sex partners, so if he tells you hop on his bed and fuck him, and you’re in the mood, go right ahead. After all, I’ve already had sex with you, so if he decides to have sex with you, that’s ok with me,” Kari told her.

She looked at her a bit puzzled. “Uhmm . . . ok.”

“And, uhmm . . . Tiffany?”

“Yes, ma’am?”

“I’ve been thinking that you should know something. We know Mason from a sex party . . . and I’ve had sex with him in uhmm . . . several ways . . . and I think Stacy might have had sex with him, too.”

Tiffany looked down, and said softly, “Thank you for telling me. We’re divorced, so I have no say about that. Considering how I was so frigid with him, I probably never really did have a say about that, even when I was married to him.”

“I just thought it would be good that you knew that, so it won’t be so confusing if he starts helping with all this.”

“Thank you. And, thank you for helping me. I really need someone to help me now, I know that.”

“Good,” Stacy said, “and Lisa is here. If you need anything at Wendy’s, just ask any of them, and they’ll be happy to help. Oh, and one more thing.”

“Yes?”

“It might be good if you gave me your cell phone, so if Jeremy starts calling you, that you won’t have to say ‘no’ to him.”

“Uhmm . . . I’d prefer if it was at least closer than your place . . . can I just give it to Lisa? Or Joe?”

“Lisa would be better. Joe’s probably able to defend himself, but Lisa is the Butler Lady,” Stacy informed her.

“She’s THE BUTLER LADY? You mean she’s the woman in high stiletto heels who took out those 3 men who were trying to rape that girl in the park?”

“Yes, but don’t tell anyone, ok?” At that moment, there was a knock at the door. Stacy trotted over and opened it, and Lisa came in wearing what looked like that same burgundy colored butler outfit and high stiletto heels that she’d changed to after she’d taken care of the rapists. Tiffany just stared at her with wide eyes, her mouth open.

“Well, I hope I’m not interrupting anything,” Lisa said smiling warmly as she hugged and kissed both Stacy and Kari. “Hello, there,” she said politely, looking at Tiffany.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Kari said. “I’m slow with introductions. Tiffany? Meet Lisa . . . she’s Wendy Marcella’s chauffeuse—and, Lisa, this is Tiffany.”

“Very nice to meet you,” Lisa said warmly and reached out and shook Tiffany’s limp hand, even though she was still standing there wide-eyed and stunned.

“You’re the Butler Lady?”

Lisa grimaced and closed her eyes, taking a deep breath and blowing it out. “Knowing the two of you, I would suppose you had a reason to tell her that?” she asked, looking at Kari and Stacy.

“Uhmm . . . yes . . . she needs some protection and I thought that would be reassuring,” Stacy said nervously. “I’m sorry, Lisa.”

“No, that’s ok. If she needs some reassurance, then we’ll just provide some,” Lisa said, hugging Stacy and kissing her hair. “I was just hoping you’re not telling everyone you see.”

“No, no, Lisa, not at all. I know that it isn’t a good thing to talk about. It was just this one time for me, I promise,” Stacy replied.

“Thanks. Uhmm . . . Tiffany . . . yes, I’m the so-called Butler Lady,” she said, bowing gracefully. “But, I’m here to take you to a safe place while things get worked out with your son, as I understand it. We’ll be taking you to Joe Dupont’s apartment in Wendy Marcella’s residence, which is behind a security fence. The night guard has been informed that you’ll be there, so she won’t let your son through the gate . . . so you should be quite safe until we can work things out for you.”

Tiffany nodded, still sort of out of it, “Uhmm . . . thank you. Yes . . . thank you.”

“Is that her car out front?” Lisa asked.

“Yes. I don’t know what to do with it, and it’s probably not wise for it to stay here. She’s not in good shape to drive it, either. Also, we were just discussing that she needs to give her cell phone to someone, so her son can’t pester her.”

“Yes . . . uhmm . . . I can have her car towed to the garage at Wendy’s, although I’ll need her car keys, and I can take care of her cell phone, if that works ok with all of you.”

“Yeah, that’s great,” Kari and Stacy chorused in unison. Tiffany meekly handed Lisa her cell phone and car keys without a word.

“Does she have any luggage?” Lisa asked Kari and Stacy, since it was apparent that Tiffany was having some difficulty communicating.

“No, this was sort of unplanned . . . uhmm . . . no real warning in advance. We just gave her some panties, since she wasn’t wearing any—in the sack she’s carrying. She might need some more clothes when she gets there,” Stacy replied. Lisa’s eyebrows rose up and down, but she just nodded and made no comment.

“Ok . . . ready to go, then?” Tiffany nodded dumbly, still staring at Lisa as she walked gracefully on her high stiletto heels toward the door, which she opened for her passenger, who then followed her, still a bit dazed.

“See you on Monday evening, then,” Kari called out to Lisa.

“Sounds yummy! See you then,” Lisa said back, and smiled back over her shoulder at Kari.

After Lisa helped Tiffany into the plush back seats and served her a glass of wine, the limo sat idling for a bit in the driveway. Just before it left, both Kari and Stacy got a text message telling her “Not to worry, called them and the tow truck will be here in a few minutes to tow Tiffany’s car. Love you both, kisses and hugs and snuggles—and much more intimate fun when we can! ~L~”

Kari started back to the bedroom, but Stacy suggested that a shower would be nice. “I’ll wash you, so you don’t have to do anything but just stand there, Lover Doll,” she offered.

“Ok, Stace . . . I don’t think I could do anything more than that, anyway. In fact, you might have to wash me while I’m sitting down on the floor,” Kari said. “That whole thing with Tiffany was very draining, and I feel exhausted.”

“Ok, my wonderfulest lover,” Stacy replied cheerfully. “I’ll put the plastic step-stool down so you can sit while I take care of you.”

“Wonderfulest?”

“Like Marc said, if that’s not a word, it should be,” Stacy said with a giggle.

Stacy was very gentle and soothing, and after the soaping and shampooing, she rubbed and stroked and kissed Kari pretty much all over the area of her body she could reach. She somehow knew that Kari wasn’t really in the mood for sex, so she didn’t go there. After she finished, she helped her up, dried her off and guided her stumbling to the bed, where Kari fell—most likely already asleep when she hit the pillow. All she remembered was the impression of a very warm and smooth body snuggling up against her, kissing her and holding her throughout the night. It was a wonderfulest . . . er . . . wonderful impression.

The next morning, Kari awakened to the smell of coffee along with warm cinnamon coffee cake and butter, as Stacy served it carefully on the small table on Kari’s side of the bed. “Good morning, Lover Doll! I love you!” Stacy greeted her cheerfully, bending over and kissing her on the cheek.

“I love you, too,” Kari said, and then groaning a bit and then rubbing her eyes to try to get past her blurred vision.

“Uh-oh! . . . I guess I should have kissed you better,” Stacy said, frowning. “You’re groaning,” and she bent over and ‘smooched’ (loud sound effects) Kari’s cheek and then moved down and ‘smooched’ her neck, as well.

“Oh, stop it!” Kari said quite insincerely, laughing out loud and putting up her hands to protect her face and neck. Of course, Stacy just moved down and kissed her right nipple, and when Kari reflexively moved down to cover it, she started sucking on her left one.

“Oh, you’re bad!” Kari said, and moaned, since her nipples had always been a source of arousal.

“Oh? Should I stop?” Stacy asked, looking at her and blinking innocently, just like Kari herself had in days gone by.

“No, no! . . . mmmmmmmm . . . mmmmmmmm . . . don’t stop! . . . MMMMMMMMM!“

Awhile later, Stacy went and reheated their coffee and the coffee cake in the microwave, and they sat naked on the bed and enjoyed them together. Kari managed to drip melted butter down on her tits, and Stacy just had to lick it off.

“You’re bad!”

“And you’re repeating yourself this morning—although I think you licked the butter off of my tits this past time,” Stacy replied. “But, I love you even if you are asleep.”

“Hey! I’m not asleep! I came 4 times since you woke me up.“

“—five, actually—” Stacy interjected.

“and I think I made you cum 3 times“

“—four, actually—“

“so, I’ve been awake the whole time!!”

“You just can’t count, is all,” Stacy said, giggling. Kari frowned wryly, then reached out and wiped her buttered fingers on Stacy’s boobs—and just had to lick it off, sucking as she went.

“Fair play, you know,” Kari said, blinking her eyes innocently at Stacy.

Stacy laughed too hard to respond with words.

As she started to work at the library that evening, Kari noticed a teenage girl sitting at one of the study booths who she knew because she often came to read at the library. Her name was “Bella,” and she was the ultimate ‘nerd,’ or maybe ‘geek’ with the teenage crowd, Kari supposed, since the Bella spent a lot of time either reading or working on the computer. She even wore wire-rimmed glasses and was a bit over-weight, thus eliminating her from the sporting-girls crowd. She did have rather large boobs for a teen, however, which Kari thought might be attractive to the boys—although, her other social impressions wouldn’t likely have made her the most popular girl in any group, let alone in a high school group influenced by whatever social expectations might be paramount at the time.

She was also, as they say, ‘just a bit weird,’ a designation that Kari knew all too well. So, Kari liked her, and that included the brief conversations they had exchanged when Bella had come to ask for help from Kari to find things in the library. That particular evening her skirt was pleated like a schoolgirl uniform, however her blouse was white—and quite unlike a school uniform, because it was almost see-through so her pink bra was showing through—as well as being very low-cut, so the tops of her smooth teen boobs were pretty much out in view. Cleavage exposure wasn’t usually allowed in public schools, after all.

“Hi, Bella. How are you doing?” she greeted her. Bella looked up and smiled.

“Hello, Ms. Kari. I’m ok just reading about . . . uhmm . . . geography,” but she blushed, which made Kari curious. One wouldn’t automatically think that geography would be a reason to blush, after all.

“What part of the world are you reading about?”

“Uhmm . . . uhmm,” Bella stuttered, blushing even more. “Can you keep a secret? I don’t want anyone to know,” she said quietly.

“Sure,” Kari replied, and Bella waved her down close, so she could whisper.

“I’m reading about nude beaches in the Mediterranean and Australia,” Bella said. “They wander around totally nude, and some places, they even have sex in public!” she whispered excitedly.

Kari blushed. “Uhmm . . . yeah . . . that’s . . . uhmm . . . what I’ve heard, too.”

“I wonder what it’s like to be naked in front of other people, especially guys! It makes me tingle to think about it,” Bella mused aloud. “Have you ever been totally naked in front of other people?”

“Uhmm . . . well, I’m divorced, so obviously when I was married, I was sometimes naked with my husband,” Kari hedged.

“No . . . I mean in front of other people besides your husband,” Bella pushed.

“Uhmm . . . well, yes,” and Kari blushed again as she confessed.

“Really? When? And Who?” Bella asked so excitedly she forgot to whisper, although she still wasn’t talking very loudly.

“Shhh! Please don’t broadcast this. Uhmm . . . I really better not tell you about it . . . your parents might not approve.” Bella frowned, and sighed.

“I don’t know how I’m going to learn about it, then.”

“Give it time. You might get that chance when you get older.”

“I’m already 17 and a half. I’m too shy and I’m not all that attractive compared to all the slender girls, so I’ve only had one date. It was back when I was a freshman, but it didn’t go well. The guy was too shy to even kiss me,” she said, mournfully. “He never even tried to touch my boobs. I even scooted over and sat close to him and put my hand on his leg, but he just got nervous and took me right home after the movie was over.”

“I see,” Kari said, thinking about the fact that she had just slept naked with Stacy the previous night, who was maybe even only a few months difference in age compared to Bella. She coughed to hide her embarrassment at the thought. “Well, as I said, give it time, and you might get that opportunity sooner than you think. Who knows?”

“Yeah, ok. Thanks, Ms. Kari. I’ll try to be patient with my life,” she replied, and sighed as she sat down to read more about nude beaches. Kari went back to her desk and tried to get her thoughts back to her duties.

A short while later, Kari looked over at Bella, and saw that she had her legs crossed and she was rocking back and forth on her chair with her hand between her legs. “Is she masturbating?” she asked to herself. Bella had her head down, so she didn’t see Kari looking at her. Kari looked around and sighed with relief that no one else was in that area of the library to see her.

Bella went on with her humping movements for a few more moments, and then stiffened, and Kari could hear some very soft squeals of pleasure, certainly an orgasm. Knowing that Bella would be checking to see if anyone saw her, Kari got busy writing something at her desk, so she would think that Kari hadn’t seen her.

About that time, a medium-built young man walked in the library, probably about Bella’s age. He wore jeans and a t-shirt, and his stride was uncertain as if he was in an unfamiliar place. As soon as he spied Bella, he walked over to her, just before Kari was about to greet him and offer her help.

“Uhmm . . . Bella?” he asked.

Bella looked up and as soon as she saw him, she blushed and quickly closed the book and stood up, moving around in front of it so it was hidden from his view. Kari thought that was strange, because the book was about beaches in general, so there was nothing in the title which would reveal what Bella had been reading. “Uhmm . . . uhmm . . . Rick? . . . Rick! . . . uhmm . . . uhmm . . . hi!” she stuttered, blushing.

“Hi,” he said, looking even more uncertain.

“I . . . uhmm . . . uhmm.“ Bella cleared her throat and tried again. “I’m sorry. You just startled me, that’s all. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in the library before,” she said lamely, and she looked like she didn’t know what to do with her hands as she fidgeted, wringing them. Kari started wondering if she had a crush on this young man.

“That’s because I’ve never been here before. How does it work?”

“Oh. . . . uhmm . . . uhmm . . . Do you have a library card?“ Bella looked like she had realized that she was stuttering, and that made her even more uncomfortable, so Kari decided to come to her rescue.

“Hello. I’m sorry to interrupt, Bella. May I help you?” she asked, turning to look at Rick.

“Uhmm . . . hello. I’m new . . . I mean I’ve never been here to this library. Bella just asked about a library card, and I don’t have one. I guess that’s where I need to start,” he said.

“I can help you with that. Please come over here to my desk, and have a seat.”

Kari looked back at Bella and saw that she was almost in tears, so she got the form out for Rick to fill out, and went back over to her, bending down to whisper. “I’m sorry I interrupted. Do you know him?”

“Yes. He’s in his senior year, too. He’s been in several of my classes, and he’s fairly smart. I’m uhmm . . . he’s . . . uhmm . . . what’s the word? . . . sort of attractive,” she stuttered blushing furiously, which confirmed Kari’s suspicion.

“Well, I was wondering if you’d like to show him around the library. You know where everything is, so he might feel more at ease if someone his own age gave him the tour,” Kari said.

“Really?” Bella whispered almost fiercely. She cleared her throat. “Yes! . . . Please! . . . I think I would like that! . . . oh, thank you, Ms. Kari,” she exclaimed excitedly, clasping her hands.

“You’re welcome. Ok, then. Let me get his library card taken care of and I’ll turn him over to you.” Kari said, trying to be reassuring.

“Uhmm . . . I’ll try my best.”

“I’m sure you’ll do fine.”

“Bella here is an experienced patron of our library, so I was thinking that she could give you a tour. I’d like to, but I do have a lot to get finished before I close up this evening, so I asked Bella if she would help me out. How’s that sound?” That was a small fib, since giving a tour would have been her real priority, but it sounded good.

“Uh . . . “ he looked a bit uncomfortable, “uh . . . I mean . . . yeah, that’s fine. . . . Thanks.” Kari had some misgivings at that point, but it was too late to turn back.

“Well, let me show you how to look up books and articles first, since that’s usually why people come to the library,” Bella said giggling nervously a bit—but starting out pretty strong, Kari thought. With that, she led him off on the tour of the library.

As Kari listened, she noticed that she soon wasn’t stuttering, and in fact, she really did know the library extremely well, even explaining some of the technical processes which Kari was unaware that she knew. Her nervousness seemed to totally disappear as she found more confidence in describing the various resources that the library had. Kari noticed that Rick had apparently also lost his discomfort, and he listened courteously to Bella and began to ask her questions as they went along. Bella, for her part, knew the answers to his questions, Kari observed. She was sure that Bella knew that she had done well, too.

When they had finished the tour, they were standing fairly close to Bella’s study booth, which was sort of in one corner. At that point, Bella’s nervousness seemed to return. “Well, uhmm . . . uhmm . . . that’s about it, I’d say. I hope I helped.”

He looked at her with what Kari thought was genuine appreciation. “Yes, you did help, Bella. Thank you very much. I know a lot more about this place than before your tour.”

“Well . . . uhmm . . . can I help you find whatever you came into the library for?”

This time, Rick blushed, and even stuttered a bit. “Uhmm . . . uh . . . no, but thank you. I think I need to try it by myself . . . you know, to get the hang of it, you gotta’ be able to make some mistakes, but that’s how you learn,” he said to her, half-heartedly, which Kari thought was a bit strange. Maybe he was just brushing her off because he doesn’t want to be close to her, she considered.

“Uhmm . . . ok, then,” Bella said. “Good luck!” Kari could see that Bella was disappointed that he didn’t want her to help any more. After he headed over to the computer to look something up, Kari saw her heave a great sigh and then sit down to her book on nude beaches, which she suddenly seemed to find a lot less interesting.

A short time later, Kari went back into the shelves to find a book she needed, and heard an unusual grunting sound coming from the back of the library, ironically not far from the lesbian literature. But, this time, it seemed to be coming from the wall which ran from that corner along the back wall of the library, where there were some study booths. Her curiosity peaked, and she began to slide silently in that direction. When she finally reached the end of one of the rows of book shelves, she stepped out to see Rick sitting at one of the study booths. He was leaning against the back wall, obviously trying to be inconspicuous, but from her angle, she could see that he had his fairly large cock out which he was furiously pumping in his fist. Kari’s pussy instantly became wet and tingled at the sight.

Somehow, he must have sensed her presence, or she might have made a small sound of surprise and he looked around and saw her. His face went bright red with embarrassment, and he instinctively tried to hide his cock from her view. “Uh . . . uh . . . I’m sorry! . . . Ms. Kari . . . I’m sorry. I didn’t think anyone would see me here this late . . . and . . . “

“Shhhhh,” Kari told him, putting her finger up to her lips. “It’s ok,” she said in a loud whisper. “I mean, you shouldn’t be doing that here, but what you are doing is perfectly normal for any young man,” she explained in an attempt to reassure him.

“Uhmm . . . well, yeah . . . but . . . uhmm . . . “

“Why don’t you . . . uhmm . . . get decent and then come with me and we can talk about it in a more private place.”

“Uh . . . ok.” Sighing, he stuffed his cock back into his jeans, and zipped back up, still blushing bright red. He tried to put the book he had back, but Kari told him to just bring it along. There were so few people in the library this late, she knew the conference room wasn’t being used, so she took him in there and closed the door.

“Just relax. I’m not going to embarrass you any more, if I can help it. May I ask what book you were using?” Kari thought that might be a simple place to begin.

“Uhmm . . . well, it’s a book on history . . . about England and France,” he answered.

“Not meaning to be crude, but what was in it that you were jerking off about?” Kari asked curiously.

“Uhmm . . . I heard that . . . uhmm . . . the part about the history of prostitution,” he finished lamely.

“Oh. I see.”

“My parents are pretty stiff and strict about sex, so I can’t do anything that . . . well . . . let’s me . . . uhmm . . . release myself.”

“You mean they think masturbation is bad?”

“That’s an understatement. And I can’t date anybody unless they have straight A’s, and you know the sexy girls are too busy dating to have straight A’s, and the straight A students don’t have time to date, and well . . . I just get so I can’t stand it . . . I have some money from my part-time job at the grocery store, so I thought maybe I could hire a prostitute to . . . show me her body, so I could jerk off. I wasn’t even going to touch her.”

“How old are you, may I ask?”

“I just turned 18 . . . I’m a senior and I’ll graduate this year.”

“Going to college?”

“Probably. I’ve already applied for University of Texas at San Antonio to study engineering.”

“That’s good. Sounds like you have a great future ahead of you. So . . . all you need is someone . . . some woman to show you her body so you can jerk off?”

“Yeah . . . I know my mom is always checking my room, so I can’t even get any Playboy or Penthouse magazines, you know. She even checks under my bed and in my car.”

“I see.” Kari felt a lot of compassion for this sincere young man. She had felt similarly about unfair parenting, of course, although as a girl instead of a guy—not to mention the confusion of her parent’s abuse. So, she had left home at 18 to go to college. But, that’s another story.

“It’s not like I want to actually have sex and get some girl pregnant. I just can’t stand going too long without jerking off. My mom even gets angry when I jerk off in my bed, and she finds cum in the sheets. So, the only thing I can do is sneak off somewhere and jerk off where they can’t find out about it. But after all, I do need something to help stimulate me.”

“I see. And this attempt was to use the library.”

“Yeah. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. I certainly sympathize with your situation. I was raised with parents who sound somewhat similar about making it impossible to have a healthy sex life, and I’ve always felt it wasn’t fair. It has only been within the last year that I finally found some freedom in my sexual experience.”

“Really? What do you mean?”

“Uhmm . . . well . . . I’m not sure I want to give you all the details. It might shock you.”

“Really? I mean . . . well, you’re a librarian—although, as I recall, there was a librarian who was raped recently. You know that news story about the Butler Lady and all that. She’s very sexy, so I heard, and since then librarians have a sexier image. Everybody’s talking about it.”

“Uhmm . . . yeah.”

“Were you . . . . I mean . . . did you know any of those people?” he asked.

Kari kicked herself mentally for saying too much. So, here she was again, knowing that if she went even one step further, she was going to reveal a lot more than she wanted to.

“Oh, bullshit!” her slutself interjected.

“What?”

“You’re an exhibitionist, you ditzo! It’s bullshit that you were going to reveal more than you wanted to. If the truth be known, you’d want your sexual experiences to be in a daily newspaper column—back when they had newspapers, I mean.”

“Yeah . . . I’m sure that would go over big: The Jerk-Off Column, by Kari the Sexy Slutty Librarian. Feel free to write in with your questions, but in case you don’t have any, then just read her latest escapades here every day.”

“Sounds like a hit to me. You could print them in small handouts to give to the crowd at The Pony Ride before your act.”

“Gee, thanks.”

“No problem, glad to help anytime, really.”

“Uhmm . . . actually, I do. I know all of them.” She replied when she came back from her discussion with her slutself.

“ALL of them? Really?”

“Yeah.”

“I heard rumors that the heavy set lady lives close to here, so that means the librarian who was raped might have been from this library.”

“Uhmm . . . actually, that’s true. All of what you said, I mean,” Kari said, giving up on trying to hide anything—except the Butler Lady’s identity. She was not willing to expose Lisa.

He looked at her directly. “So, who was it? The librarian who was raped, I mean?”

Kari just returned his gaze and waved her hands in a sort of ‘I give up’ shrug.

“YOU?”

“Yes, I’m afraid, it was,” Kari said with a sigh.

“I’m sorry. . . . You are quite attractive and sexy . . . if you don’t find that . . . uhmm . . . rude for me to say.”

“Thank you, and no, I don’t think it’s rude under the circumstances,” Kari replied simply.

“But that doesn’t make it right for them to rape you.”

“I appreciate that. No, it doesn’t’.”

“At least, the Butler Lady evened things up.”

“Well, maybe. I don’t know how to keep score on stuff like that. But, I did appreciate her . . . uhmm . . . work, yes. She’s a wonderful friend, and she was very angry at what they did.”

“You know her?”

“Officially? No. Off the record? Yes, I know her quite well.” She left out the part that they’d even slept together and been in several orgies, thinking that would probably be a bit much for him to hear.

“Wow. Rumor has it that she’s a black belt in Tae Kwon Do . . . and, she’s very hot . . . I mean, like, sexy hot.”

“Well, at least you can know those rumors are true. She’s got to be the sexiest and most talented woman I’ve ever known.”

“What else does she do?”

“Uhmm . . . I’m not going to tell you that, because I really don’t want to reveal her identity. In fact, please don’t tell anyone I told you any of this. After all, technically she may have committed assault with a deadly weapon, but the police are ignoring that by officially saying they don’t know who she is. You may know that a black belt in Tae Kwon Do means that they may have to answer to law enforcement for any damage caused by their actions, as their hands and feet are considered deadly weapons.”

“Yeah, I’ve heard that. Ok, I won’t tell anyone . . . I’m sorry. I hope you understand my curiosity, though.”

“Yes. I can certainly understand curiosity. In fact, I’m guilty of that in trying to find out what that sound was which led to you.”

“Ah . . . I see.”

Kari couldn’t think of anything more to say at that point. “Anyway, back to your struggle with getting your . . . uhmm . . . sexual pressure needs met . . . is there any way I could help? I don’t want to do something which is at odds with your parents, but at the same time, I remember being 18 and living on my own, so you’re capable of making your own choices. So, how can I help?”

He looked at her and opened his mouth and after a moment, closed it again. “Uhmm . . . well . . . actually . . . to be blunt . . . if I can figure out a way for me to actually see a woman’s body so I can jerk off, so I don’t have to buy any porn magazines or come to the library to read history books . . . that would be a great help, really. Yes, it certainly would,” he finally said. “The only thing is, I don’t know how to get that to happen,” he sighed.

“Well . . . <ahem> . . . the simplest way would be for me to show you my own body. That way, I’m not putting anyone else at risk in their own situation,” Kari said, her pussy tingling as usual at such an offer. She felt like a soft-core whore, and that certainly cranked up her sexual juices.

“You would do that?” he asked incredulously.

“I wouldn’t have offered it, if I wasn’t willing to do it,” she replied.

“I’m sorry. Bad question.”

“No, that’s alright.”

“Well, I’m still sorry about that. I don’t have a lot of experience in any of this. This is the first coherent conversation I’ve had about it at all, so I’m off the map already. I’m really in unknown territory.”

“Yeah, I understand that. I’m sorry if that sounded too forward of me.” She looked at him impishly. “It was your fault, though,” she said, smiling and winking at him.

“Oh?” His eyebrows went up and down, but he seemed to be catching on to her teasing manner.

“You made me horny, after all.”

“I made you horny?” he sounded genuinely shocked, and his hand unconsciously checked that his cock was still hidden in his pants.

“Yes. The whole idea of having the, uhmm . . . ‘guts,’ as they say . . . to jerk off in a public place, like here in the library? As a comparison, I could barely have sex with my husband for years in the darkness of our own bedroom back when I was married,” she pointed out. “I have to admit, it’s more courage than I had when I was your age and growing up.”

“Oh . . . I didn’t know that.”

“I’m sure you didn’t.”

“So, uhmm . . . were you . . . uhmm . . . where do you want to show me? Your body, I mean.”

“This conference room isn’t a good place . . . I don’t want to lose my job.”

“Ok. I don’t want you to lose your job, either. So, uhmm . . . “

“I think we can maybe do the first . . . uhmm . . . performance in my car, if you don’t mind.”

“Uh . . . the only problem is that I don’t know if you mind if I . . . uhmm . . . well, my cum might stain your car seats.”

“Oh . . . Well, you could use my panties to cum into if you wrap them around your cock. That way, they wouldn’t stain my car seats.”

He just looked at her. “Is this a dream?”

“Could be . . . hopefully it’s a sexy dream . . . but, it’s not going to be a habit, mind you. I’m not offering to do this every week.”

“I understand. Ok, yes, I’d love to cum into your panties, if they’re wrapped around my cock.”

“And, afterwards, I’ll slip them back on and drive home. Who’s to know that your cum is soaking my bush and pussy as I drive?”

He almost grabbed his crotch, but resisted. She could see a bulge in his pants, though.

“Uhmm . . . how soon can we do the . . . uhmm . . . engagment?”

“You’ll have to wait until I take my break. I have to have someone cover the desk. Again, I don’t want to lose my job.”

“How soon is that?”

Kari looked at the clock. “How about in 20 minutes? Meet you in the parking lot, ok? When you see me, I’ll get in the back seat of my car, so you’ll need to get in the other side, also the backseat. You may find that I’ve accidentally dropped my panties on your side. After you’ve uhmm . . . used them, you can either drop them again, or take them with you. If you don’t take them, I’ll just have to put them back on, finish work tonight, and drive home with them on soaking my bush and all that.”

“Accidentally.”

“Of course. How else would they have arrived there? FedEx, maybe?” she asked, winking at him.

“Uhmm . . . probably not FedEx . . . I’ll go with the accident theory.”

“Well, you’re not too dumb, that’s good.”

“Thanks . . . I think,” he said, grinning at her.

As they exited the conference room, Kari saw Bella standing over by her study booth wringing her hands, looking rather desperate, obviously both aware and anxious about why Kari had pulled Rick into the conference room to talk. Kari smiled at her, but in truth at that moment didn’t know how to handle the situation. She had agreed to let Rick look at her naked body and jerk off into her panties. She wasn’t sure how well that fit with Bella’s desires—but it started her thinking about how it might.

She went over and sat down at her desk and—after a few of those moments of thought—she winked at Bella, smiling widely and crooked a finger to invite her over to talk. Bella looked anxiously around to see if she could see Rick, and then tiptoed over to Kari, in a way which would have been way too obvious had anyone been watching. Luckily, Rick had already gone out to the parking lot to lust about his appointment time with Kari in her car.

“Uhmm . . . can you keep a secret? I don’t want anybody to know.” Kari asked, whispering. Bella giggled, remembering when she’d said the same thing to Kari previously.

“Uhmm . . . yeah, I can,” she responded, smiling.

“Ok . . . in about . . . uhmm . . . 15 minutes or so, Rick is going to meet me at my car during my break. It’s a long story, so I can’t tell you all about it now, but I’m going to give him my panties and show him my pussy and tits, so he has something to jerk off to. I was thinking that you could suddenly look into my car window at us, and you’d be in a different place with him. After that, you’ll have to get to where you want to be—although, I warn you . . . don’t push him too hard . . . he seems to be a pretty good guy, so asking will work a lot better than telling him what to do.”

She looked stunned. “Uhmm . . . uhmm . . . really? . . . ok . . . ok!”

“Do you understand?” Kari asked.

“Uhmm . . . I, uh . . . yeah . . . I think so . . . I don’t know what to do AFTER that, though!” she whispered plaintively, whining quietly in despair.

“Just wing it, then . . . this was the best I could do in such a short time. You’re a very smart . . . and horny girl with big tits . . . you’ll think of something!” Kari whispered to her smiling, winked conspiratorially, and went back to her desk.

A few minutes later, Kari told the young gal at the front desk that it was time for her break as usual, and took her drink/water bottle with her as she went outside for her normal break time. She just waved her drink bottle toward Bella, and waltzed out the door. Kari used her remote to unlock her car, and sauntered over and opened one of the back doors, stepped inside it to hide herself a bit, and then bent over and removed her panties. They ‘accidentally’ appeared in the left back seat of her car. Then, she went around to the other side and got in, and took a sip from her drink bottle.

Meanwhile back in the library, after a few long minutes, Bella took in a deep breath, picked up her library bag and followed her, arriving outside just in time to see Rick begin his move toward Kari’s car. She quickly flattened herself back against the wall as though she was 007 (in the dark) and then, she stepped out, and waited in the entryway, pretending to be sorting something in her library bag, outrageously over-acting. Thankfully she was quiet enough not to catch Rick’s attention.

Rick casually kicked a small rock in the parking lot very lightly with his toe, and then moved to the left side of Kari’s car, nonchalantly reached out and opened it—smoothly catching Kari’s panties from their place on the car seat, and slid inside. He pulled the door to, but didn’t close it completely. Kari was leaning against the other door facing him, her skirt up high enough to reveal her bush and her bra and dress shoulder straps slipped down over her arms far enough for her boobs to pop out for his view. His eyes nearly bugged out of their sockets, and the bulge in his pants almost tore the zipper open.

“Wow, Ms. Kari. Uhmm . . . yeah . . . uhmm,” he said, as he unzipped and retrieved his cock from its hiding place inside his jeans. “You are sooo sexy and beautiful . . . uhmm . . . “

“I’m sorry to hurry you, but you’d better jerk off pretty quickly, Rick . . . this is just my break time, so I only have a few minutes more and I have to get back to work,” she pointed out.

“Uhmm . . . ok! . . . uhmm . . . “ and he started pumping hard up and down on his cock, all the while looking at her bush and boobs . . . and she could imagine him fantasizing about fucking her and cumming on her tits . . . and then he said, almost screaming, “Oh NOOOOO!” looking with horror over Kari’s shoulder at the window behind her, as he tried desperately to cover up his hard cock again.

Kari looked around and saw Bella looking into the window, with a suitably shocked expression, so she pulled her top up and her skirt down to cover herself, turned around, and opened the door. Bella was standing there awkwardly with her fingers in her mouth, her face almost as white as a sheet. Kari sat back against the seat to allow her room to see and talk with Rick.

“Don’t . . . don’t say a word! . . . not a single word!” Rick told them, as he struggled to zip up his pants again, desperately trying to leave.

“But . . . Rick! . . . uh . . . if you want a girl to look at while you do that . . . I’m willing to be that girl!” Bella said, begging him while he was struggling with his zipper. “I’d even let you touch me, if you want to,” she cried, tears starting to run down her face. “Please don’t go. Please! . . . Please don’t go! Nobody has ever even touched me! You can do whatever you want to do to me, just PLEASE DON’T GO!”

He almost fell out the car off the seat onto his back as the door swung open behind him, but he threw his arms out sideways and caught himself just in time, and it was then that her words got through to him in his frantic efforts to escape.

He stopped and looked up at her, and then, after a moment, he sat upright, still breathing hard.

It seemed as though all three of them stopped completely, as if frozen in the moment, looking at each other. Bella with tears in her eyes, her desire so strong, its intensity piercing Rick’s mind . . . Kari, sitting there, covered up now, but remembering those dreams when she was a teen like Bella, and wishing at that moment that she’d had this one chance when she’d been a teenager . . . and Rick, stunned with all that had happened, trying to find a way to regain his strength, his voice and at least a fragment of his dignity.

Then everything started to move again, as though someone had hit the play button on the movie.

“Please don’t go,” Bella begged, almost sobbing, dropping to her knees, with her hands clasped in front of her, falling on her face against the side of the car seat. “Please . . . please . . . don’t go.”

“Ok,” he said, and cleared his throat. “<ahem> Ok . . . Bella . . . I won’t go.”

Bella stopped and slowly sat up, tears in her eyes, and her glasses a bit askew. “I know I’m not a very pretty girl . . . but, I’ve always liked you and . . . well . . . you’re smart, and . . . I think you’re handsome, and . . . uhmm . . . “ She tried to wipe the tears from her face with her hand.

“I heard you the first time, Bella,” he interrupted her gently. “I heard you say you’d be willing to show me your body . . . and even let me touch you, and I could do anything I wanted with you. That’s a pretty nice thing to say to me.”

“Yes, Sir. I would do all of that, and more, if you want me to . . . if you’d let me be your girlfriend.”

“You don’t have to call me ‘Sir’ . . . I’m just ‘Rick’,” he said glumly.

“Ok . . . uhmm . . . Rick, Sir . . . I mean . . . oh, crap, I can’t ever get it right,” she said covering her eyes. She took a deep breath. “Ok, Rick.”

“<ahem> . . . I’m just an ordinary horny guy, you know.”

“Ok . . . yeah . . . and I’m just a . . . horny girl . . . I know I’m not really ordinary . . . I’m a . . . a nerd . . . but, I have big boobs and I’ve read a lot about sex so I’ll do anything you want me to do. You don’t even have to love me,” she said, begging and covering her eyes and crying again.

He looked at her for awhile and then turned to Kari. “You knew about all this?”

“You mean before you walked into the library?”

“Yes.”

“No, I didn’t know anything about her interest in you—I knew nothing about you at all—until just before she took you on the tour, and then all she said was that she found you ‘attractive’. She’s never talked with me about guys . . . uhmm . . . well, she’s talked with me about wondering about sex and guys in general like girls do, but nobody in particular. That’s the truth, Rick. I’ve never even heard of you before this evening. If you thought this was some kind of a set up, it wasn’t. She’s being honest with you,” Kari said, knowing that wasn’t completely true in terms of what happened after the conversation she’d had with him in the conference room. But, it was close enough—and if anyone had set him up, it had been Kari, not Bella.

“But, what I’m asking is: is she being real about this? About me, I mean?”

“Uhmm . . . as far as I know, yes, she is . . . being real, I mean. I’m being totally honest here with you. I don’t know a lot about her past before now. But, right now, I’d truly believe that she’d hand over the Crown Jewels of England to be with you, if it was in her power to give them to you. And, she’d follow you wherever you wanted to go.”

Rick looked at Bella, and sighed. “I think we need to talk, Bella. I’m not all that popular with the kids in school either, so maybe we could make it work . . . you and me, I mean . . . together.”

Bella looked up at him, tears pouring off of her eyelid, and running down her cheeks as she tried to wipe them away. “You think so?” she asked, as her hope began to rise.

“Well . . . you said something a few minutes ago that stabbed me right in the heart . . . I mean, like in the deepest part of my heart.”

“I did? What did I say?” Bella asked breathlessly, her hands clasped in front of her, still on her knees, begging even more so, it seemed.

“You said . . . ‘you don’t even have to love me’ . . . and that’s the one thing that I never want to do with my . . . uhmm . . . girl. I don’t think my parents love each other anymore, so they just do what they think is correct . . . not what is ‘loving’ . . . just what is correct with their rules and their requirements—I think they fight about sex all the time, because they haven’t been able to put sex and love together. And I think they’re so angry that it’s hell between them—and maybe that’s what killed the love they once had. It may be why they’ve been so difficult with me about sex.”

Bella looked at him, and instinctively crawled over in front of Kari until she was facing him on her knees, her face bowed. “Uhmm . . . I think I know what you mean, sir—I mean, Rick. That’s probably true with my parents, too. So, I just decided that I’d better forget about love, and just go for the sex part. I’ve got big boobs, and so I thought I could find a guy who’d like them and then just go from there. At least, I would have someone to hold me sometimes. My thought was that if you don’t expect love, then you won’t be disappointed. I’ve really got very little to offer, since I’m fat and ugly and I’m the school ‘nerd,’ and I’m into the knowledge thing.”

Kari tried to be completely silent, even trying to avoid breathing, so as to not distract them from each other. She watched as Rick reached out gently and moved a strand of hair away from Bella’s face, his eyes bright and his face thoughtful.

“I don’t think that would work with me, Bella,” he said. “I don’t think I could go for a girl just for sex only. Besides, I might be in the knowledge thing, too, you know—I don’t like the whole ‘nerd’ label, especially if it’s a reason to reject somebody. Do you know what your name means in both Spanish and Italian?”

“Uh . . . no . . . I took the basic Spanish class, but I didn’t really work at it, so I got my ‘A’ and went on . . . I don’t remember what it means, no,” she admitted.

“Well, it’s a truth about you. The word ‘Bella’, that is. It’s a ‘knowledge’ thing, in the language sense. I read once that the sum of human wisdom is not contained in any one language. Ezra Pound, I think . . . wrote that in one of his poems. But it’s still something real about you . . . your name—Bella.”

“It is?” she looked up at him, listening and amazed. Kari knew that she wasn’t used to hearing s guy talk like they really had knowledge about something other than sports. Most of the popular guys she’d heard about could talk football, basketball, or soccer, or whatever, which was fine, but they couldn’t talk about anything else. Kari had discussed that with her many times in the past.

“It ’tis, indeed, me Lady-in-waitin’! For cerrr’ten, mind yeh! Even Sirrr Arthur Conan Doyle would easily ‘ave found this clue in his dotage,” Rick said rolling his ‘r’s in a thick Scottish accent, his eyes twinkling.

“What? The author of the Sherlock Holmes stories? I know about all of his cases?” Bella giggled.

“It must be true, for the simple reason that nothing else fits the clues, my dear Watson,” he replied, this time in a very proper English accent, even pretending to put a pipe to his mouth and puff a couple of times, which made Bella giggle even more.

“Then what does it mean?” she whispered. “My name, I mean . . . ?“

“It means . . . ‘beautiful’ . . . like you are,” he said gently, removing his imaginary pipe from his mouth and returning to his usual voice, his eyes looking deeply and directly into hers.

At those words, Bella absolutely melted in his arms, weeping uncontrollably. Best of all, he just melted into her hug as well, kissing her hair and holding her tightly against his heart, and Kari saw tears in his eyes, too.

Monday morning, Kari and Stacy had their things ready when Lisa came to pick them up. When they arrived at Joe’s apartment, Lisa gave them both a deeply-loving kiss. “When do I get to sleep . . . er . . . have some time in bed with you two?”

“Anytime you want us, Butler Lady!” Stacy replied excitedly.

She grimaced. “Uhmm . . . do you think you could find another name for me, Stacy? Please?”

“Well, yes, ma’am, I can do that. I’m just . . . I mean . . . you’re one of my biggest heroes, Lisa. . . . I just thought . . . uhmm . . . it was just sooooo cool, what you did, I mean.”

“Wouldn’t that be ‘heroine’, though?” Kari asked.

“Ah . . . you’re probably right . . . so, Lisa, you’re just my biggest heroine, then . . . I haven’t had many in my life . . . just you and Kari,” Stacy said.

Lisa shrugged and sighed. “Well, thank you. But back to the ‘Butler Lady’ thing, it’s just really hard that I have to hide, anyway. I’m tempted to just go ahead and confess publically to the police. It just keeps coming up, and I don’t know how long I can continue like this.”

Kari looked at her speculatively. “Well, maybe you should talk with Wendy—and her attorneys. You might be right, since it just seems that it comes out anyway. If you go public, then you can just get it over with.”

“That’s what I’ve been thinking, yes,” Lisa replied. “The only problem is that I don’t know how to protect your identity and Brenda’s. I never really knew that teenager or her mother, but I know you too well to hide it.”

“Well, I don’t care about that, anymore, so go ahead. But, if you want to ask Brenda, you can talk with her. I’ll give you her cell phone number.”

“Ok. I’ll call her . . . and let you know.”

Tiffany greeted them at the door and welcomed them in, although she had a pair of panties in her mouth, so she couldn’t really say anything clearly. She was wearing only stiletto heels, a nipple chain and a pair of g-string panties tied on each side—except that her hair was tied up by another pair of panties and her tits had been tied up by a white cord. Her boobs were tied tightly enough to be almost purple and showed signs of some crop marking, and she had slutty words written on her in various places. Above her bound tits were the words, “my name is slut-tiff’, and most of the rest of the writings were offers of various kinds of sex. She looked quite happy.

Joe was having coffee and reading the news on his laptop, but he got up and came over to kiss and hug them both.

“Hi, lover,” Kari said, kissing and hugging him tightly. “I’ve missed you.”

“It’s only been a few days, baby.”

“I know, but I’ve still missed you.”

“Hi, Boss,” Stacy said when it was her turn, kissing and hugging him equally tightly. “I’ve missed you, too.”

Joe laughed. “Is this a conspiracy?”

“Yeah . . . we’re actually here to steal your body,” Kari said blinking innocently.

“Just my body?”

“Actually, just part of your body. We don’t need your brain, for example.”

“Hey! I need his brain so I can learn how to cook!” Stacy protested to Kari.

“Oh, yeah . . . I forgot. Ok, we’ll steal your brain, too.” Tiffany started laughing through the panties in her mouth, and Joe laughed and swatted both of them. Then, he ushered all three of them to the table where various breakfast items were available to choose from. He told Tiffany that she’d had the rope on her tits long enough, so she probably should take it off for awhile, and she could take the panties out of her mouth and eat.

She did as he had said, and when she took the rope loose from her tits, the rush of blood back to them made her pant and grab her pussy, clamping her thighs around her hand, obviously cumming from the sensations. When she finally finished, she took the panties out of her mouth, saying, “Thank you, Sir. Please, Sir, when can I get another cum-filled pair of panties to suck on? They taste so good!”

“I’ll see what I can arrange, Slut-Tiffany,” he answered, taking another sip of coffee.

“Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.”

“Dive in to the food, everyone. I need to get going fairly soon.”

“So, that means I need to get going fairly soon, too, doesn’t it, Boss?” Stacy asked.

“Well, yes, actually it does, my apprentice,” Joe replied. “So, if you’re going to eat, you need to get started.”

“Yes, Boss!” and she grabbed several cinnamon rolls and started in.

Joe took Kari aside for a few minutes, and told her what his schedule was, and asked if she could supervise Tiffany in his absence. “I’ll send some people in to do slutty things with her from time to time.”

“Like what?”

“Well, like I’m planning on asking one of the maids to come in and sit on her face for awhile and whip her tits—unless you’d rather do it.”

“Uh . . . no, you’re right . . . I’ll let one of the maids do that. That way, if she passes out again, I won’t feel so responsible.”

“Ok . . . and I’ll have a couple of the guys come here and ask her to jerk them off into one of those many pairs of panties that Stacy sent with her. And, feel free to use her for your own needs, too, my love,” he said, hugging her.

“Ok. If I think of something, I will. I need you more, though,” she told him, reaching up and touching his neck.

“Good. Hold that thought while I go and get my work done for the day,” he replied, touching her nose with his index finger.

“Yes, my Master and lover,” she said, kissing his finger. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

“Hurry home.”

“I will.”

“Thank you for sending me here, Kari. Joe is such a wonderful man,” Tiffany said, after Joe and Stacy left to do their work.

“I think he is, too,” Kari replied, and then her curiosity got the best of her. “So, what has happened since you got here—well, since you left my place?” she asked.

“Well, when Lisa picked me up, and we drove away, she got on the phone to arrange for my car to be towed, you know,” she began.

“Yes, she sent us a text about that.”

“And then we started driving here, and I couldn’t help but ask about her and those men, the whole ‘Butler Lady’ thing, you know. She’s so sexy and graceful and beautiful.”

“She is all of that, and probably more. Did you know that she’s a licensed massage therapist, and a Sous-Chef, as well as being a 6^th degree Black Belt in Tae Kwon Do?”

“Really? Wow! She’s amazing . . . way beyond amazing, even.”

“So, anyway, you were telling me your story,” Kari prodded, taking another sip of her coffee.

“Yeah, anyway, she told me what happened at the park. I can’t imagine how she did it . . . although, if she’s a Black Belt, that explains a lot of it, but I didn’t know that . . . but in high stiletto heels? And she took away his knife and stabbed him in the . . . uhmm . . . I just can’t even imagine any of it.”

“Yeah. I know what you mean. Joe laughed so hard, he almost fell out of his chair when one of the cops told us the story, since he knew that Lisa had to have been the one.”

“She didn’t mention that part.”

“No, I don’t imagine she would have. In spite of the fact that she’s probably more competent than any of the rest of us, she doesn’t seem to have much confidence about talking about herself, for some reason. I don’t know why,” Kari commented thoughtfully.

“She does seem quite . . . humble, I guess is the word.”

“Yeah, that sounds pretty close. But, anyway, you were telling me your story.”

“Yes. We got here to the mansion and I was so amazed, I didn’t know what to think. She had to lead me out of the back of the limo van and to the door here. Joe was expecting us, so he let us in, and then she left me here with Joe. One of the maids happened to be here trying to do some cleaning which was noisy at the time, so he invited me into the main part of the mansion to meet Wendy and Josie and a lot of the kitchen staff. They all made me feel very welcome. This is a wonderful place,” Tiffany said dreamily.

“That’s the truth, for sure,” Kari agreed. “So, you know who Wendy and Josie are, then?”

“Uhmm . . . I’m not sure if I know who they are, no . . . other then I met them and know their names.”

“Wendy is the owner of this mansion, is probably the richest person in San Antonio, and perhaps even most of Texas. Josie is her long-time lover and . . . uhmm . . . lesbian slave, and her personal secretary.”

Tiffany just stared at her. “You mean, she OWNS this mansion? She was wearing torn up denim jeans and a t-shirt! I thought she must just work here as a supervisor or something!”

“Yeah . . . that’s Wendy, alright. She’s almost always comfy. In torn up jeans or a sapphire gown with real sapphires woven into it—even when she’s speaking French fluently with talent scouts from Hollywood, or entertaining U.S. Congress members—it doesn’t seem to matter to her. I have no idea what her assets are worth, since she owns whole factories . . . probably billions . . . hundreds of millions for sure, but I really don’t know exactly how much.”

Tiffany just looked at her with her mouth open in shock. She swallowed. “Uhmm . . . you’re not teasing me, are you?”

“No, I’m telling you the truth. Believe me, I’m not lying to you or even exaggerating, not even a little.”

Tiffany put her cup down carefully, shaking a little, and held her hands out, palm downward, her fingers spread, with a sort of pushing motion. “Ok . . . ok . . . uhmm . . . I need to . . . uhmm.”

“Yeah, I know . . . it’s a lot to absorb.”

“But . . . I’m imposing on them. I didn’t know who was . . . uhmm . . . allowing me to uhmm . . . hide here.”

“No, you’re not. You’re not imposing on them.”

“What do you mean?”

“They know exactly what they are doing, and they have granted you this place as a . . . well . . . a sanctuary . . . a safe place until things can be worked out. I talked with Joe about it, and he works for Wendy, and so he talked with her about it, and so you’re here.”

“I’ll never be able to pay them back.”

“You don’t owe them anything.”

“Excuse me?”

“You don’t own them anything.”

“But—“

“—Uh, ok, Tiffany. I can see you don’t understand. Hang on a minute, will you?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“You don’t have to call me ‘ma’am’—Kari is quite good enough for me, please.”

“Uhmm . . . yes . . . uhmm . . . ok, Kari.”

When Kari called and asked if either Wendy or Josie was available, they just came over to Joe’s apartment, knocking politely when they arrived at the door. Tiffany looked very shaken, and actually got down on her knees when they entered, before Wendy took her hand, lifted her up, and asked her to please come and talk with them in the living room area. Tiffany was still wearing only panties, heels and a nipple chain, and her boobs had obviously been worked over, but she was so concerned with her possible debt to them, that she seemed totally unaware of her appearance.

“So, Kari tells us that you somehow feel like you’ve imposed upon us or something,” Wendy said to her, smiling warmly. “We must have said something or done something by accident to give you that impression, and for that we apologize. Please talk with us, so we can correct our error.”

“Uhmm . . . Ma’am. I just didn’t know that you . . . uhmm . . . own this mansion and . . . “

“Well, yes, I do—or, Josie and I do, because I couldn’t live without her—but you’ve taken nothing from us which we weren’t willing to give to you in the first place, and when Kari called Joe and asked us, we quite freely offered you a place of sanctuary until your situation get’s worked out. You owe us nothing . . . nothing at all.”

Tiffany nodded, small movements of her head repeatedly. “Uhmm . . . I’m sorry, Ma’am. I’m just not used to this.”

Wendy looked thoughtful. “Ok, Tiffany, I can understand that. How can we make you feel at ease? I assure you, truly, you could walk away from this place right now, and not owe a thing. Or, you are free to stay here until things get worked out, and you would still owe me nothing at all. I’ve already got my attorneys working on your situation, talking with your ex-husband to see if he can help, and getting ready to file a restrain order against your son in case he does not respect your choices in this situation. We would do that for anyone who is in need.”

“Ma’am? But, I created this whole problem.”

“Perhaps. But, even so, don’t we all do that? Create our own problems?”

“But, you said you’ve already got attorneys working on it? Do they know that it’s my fault?”

Wendy paused. “I don’t really know. And, truthfully, I don’t really care if it’s your fault or not. Our task is to correct . . . uhmm . . . the direction this has been going.”

“But, what if I need to be humiliated and degraded . . . what if that’s the only way my life has to be?”

“Well, then . . . we’ll find a way for you to get those needs met safely, but not with your son. That relationship is illegal, and even if it wasn’t, it’s unhealthy. It’s most of all not good for him. He needs to go on and deal with his own life. As I understand it, he’s already knocked up one of his girl-friends, and he needs to deal with that. You can no longer use him to take the place of your ex-husband, and dying isn’t a good choice.”

“How did you know that? That I have actually considered trying to find a way to die because I screwed up my life . . . and my marriage with Mason . . . how did you know that?” Tiffany covered her face in her hands and began to cry.

“I am not a beginner in such things, Tiffany. Besides, I had a long talk with Mason.”

“He must think I’m such a worthless bitch,” she said, crying even harder.

“Not at all. Not even close. You’ll be surprised to find out what he really thinks—in a good way, I mean,” Wendy told her softly, reaching out and pulling her into a hug.

“I . . . uhmm . . . can’t imagine how he would even think ANYTHING good about me now . . . “ she sobbed into her shoulder.

“Shhhhhhhhh . . . shhhhhhh . . . shhhhhhh,” Wendy told her, holding her close. “It will come out alright . . . at least, if I have anything to say about it, it will. And, I think it will. I really think it will.”

It was Lisa who took her into a back room in Joe’s apartment and swirled out from the closet a summer dress which was both shimmery and translucent, so the fact that they had provided her with such a sexy and inviting costume made her unfortunately even more nervous. She sat down on the couch and leaned over against the side. Soon, the strain had eroded her energy enough that she nodded off. Kari just let her sleep.

“Tiffany?”

She jumped up. “Uhmm . . . yes?”

Mason stood there, smiling. “Hi, baby.”

“Uhgh . . . uhmm . . . hi,” as she hung her head down .

“Oh, don’t do that, baby,” he told her.

“What do you mean?”

“I still love you, you know” he said, calmly.

“You do? Really, I mean like you really still love me after I’ve been such a bitch and all that?”

“Well, it does help that you admit that’s you’ve been such a bitch in the past, but . . . <deep breath> . . . yeah, I still love you.”

“Really?”

“Yes, really, I do.”

“I don’t deserve it.”

“Baby? Who does? None of us really deserve love, do we?”

She looked up into his eyes. “No, Sir. Maybe you’re right about that.”

“So, maybe I might actually be able to love you?“

She looked down again. “uhmm . . . it’s just really hard for me to believe that you would love me . . . I’m not pretty, and on the chubby side in my body . . . I’ve been a real bitch toward you, and . . . I can’t have kids anymore . . . and, I don’t know how to handle our son.”

“I think we’re both way past needing to have kids, babe. We already did that part. But, we need to talk.”

Kari cleared her throat. “<ahem> . . . uhmm . . . I’ll let you two have some time alone. I’ll just go and see how Joe and Stacy are doing in the kitchen,” she said, getting up with her book and heading toward the door.

Mason looked at her gratefully. “Well, Kari, I hate to make you feel that I had to run you out. You’ve been great to us.”

“You’re not running me out. I’ve been curious about what Stacy is doing as Joe’s apprentice, so this looks like a good time to check that out.”

“Ok. Well, thank you, anyway,” Mason said.

The kitchen was quite close to Joe’s apartment, and she walked in just in time to see Stacy wearing a white apprentice chef’s hat and smiling widely--but with tears streaming down her face from the onions she was slicing with a fancy looking vegetable knife on a chopping block. Joe looked up from the sauce he was stirring, as he tossed in some kind of spice, and smiled at her. Then he gestured to one of the line chefs to take over, handed her the wooden spoon he was using, and went over to hug Kari. Kari was amazed that his white chef’s coat was not stained from splashes, so she gave him a warm hug in return.

“How do you do that?”

“Do what?”

“Do all that cooking and not get stuff splashed all over your white coat?”

“Well, I can’t always avoid splashes, so I have numerous white coats to change into right before we go out to serve the food. But, a lot of it that I have all these other people doing most of the work.”

“Ah. I see. That’s true. The luxury of being the big man in charge.”

“Something like that,” he chuckled.

“So, how is Stacy doing?”

“She’s a great apprentice . . . always enthusiastic, works hard, willing to try just about anything. I couldn’t be more proud to have her here. She gets along with all the other staff, as well.”

“That’s wonderful! Sounds like she’s found a place where she fits in.”

“Yeah, she fits in very well. So, what’s up? Do you need anything?”

“No . . . well, yes . . . I just need a place to hang out for awhile. Mason came in to talk to Tiffany, so I thought it would be better if they had some privacy.”

“Ah . . . that makes sense. You’re welcome to hang out here, but it’s kinda’ noisy. This might be a good time to have a look at Wendy’s library . . . it’s quieter there.”

“That’s a good idea. I think I’ll watch you and Stacy for a few minutes and then go over there. Is that ok?”

“Sure, that’s fine. I’m just about to show Stacy how to caramelize the onions she’s chopping for the French onion soup.”

“I don’t even know what it means to caramelize onions, but it sounds interesting.”

“Basically, you brown them until their natural sugars come out.”

“Onions have sugar in them?”

“Yes, actually, they have 3 kinds of sugars in them—glucose, fructose and sucrose.”

“Well, you’re already over my head, . . . but, I’ve learned something. Anyway though, you need to go and teach Stacy that, so I’ll watch for a bit and then sneak out.”

“Ok, that sounds good,” he said, kissing her. “Talk with you later, then,” and turned to teach Stacy.

Kari watched them for awhile, and then slipped out and looked for the library. The mansion was so huge, she finally had to ask for directions from one of the maids, who took her directly to it. As she entered, another maid had just finished vacuuming the rug and was winding the cord up around the handle.

“Hello.”

“Hello, ma’am. I will be out of your way in just a few moments.”

“No hurry. This is the first time I’ve been here.”

“It’s not a very busy place, ma’am. Mostly Wendy and Josie use it, and it’s sort of unorganized, so the rest of us don’t come here very often, unfortunately. It’s a very comfortable room, though, so I like it. I love being around books anyway, so I always volunteer to clean it.”

“Yes, it does look very comfortable,” Kari said, looking at the over-stuffed chairs by a fireplace which wasn’t burning at the moment. “And, I love being around books, too. Maybe I could help organize them.”

“Excuse me?”

“I’m a librarian, after all,” Kari said to her. “It’s what I do.”

The maid was medium build with brown hair pulled back in a ponytail reaching down to her shoulder blades, with a gentle face. Her boobs were a bit on the larger size, and she seemed to have a bra that stretched and bounced whenever she moved. She stopped and looked at Kari. “You’re a librarian? . . . Oh! You’re Kari, aren’t you?”

“Yes. Have we met before?”

“Not in person, but I know you—or know about you, anyway . . . uhmm . . . I sometimes go in to clean Joe’s apartment. He talks about you all the time. I saw him paint that erotic picture of you, because I had to go in and clean that room. He had to tell me what I could touch and what I couldn’t, so I wouldn’t mess up his work. It’s very sexy.”

Kari blushed, remembering that picture.

“Oh, I’m sorry if I’ve embarrassed you, ma’am.”

“No, don’t worry about it. This year has been a year for being embarrassed or naked almost all the time—at least compared to the life I lived before that.”

“Judging from the painting, I’d say Joe thinks you’re just about the sexiest woman alive.”

“He’s uhmm . . . very complimentary,” Kari replied.

“And, from what I’ve heard about you, I think you’re about the sexiest woman alive, too. Right up there with Ms. Lisa . . . the Butler Lady, you know.”

“Well, thank you.” Kari didn’t know really what to think about that comment. “But, I don’t even know your name.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I’m Melinda.”

“It’s very nice to meet you, Melinda.”

“It’s nice to meet you in person, as well, Kari.”

“I guess The Butler Lady isn’t exactly a secret any more.”

“I think it probably still is outside of here. The staff rumor mill went wild when the news came out about the rape and all that, but we keep it to ourselves. We have to. “ Uhmm . . . Ms. Kari? May I ask you a personal question?”

“Sure,” Kari said as she sat down in one of the overstuffed armchairs.”

“Uhmm . . . are you ok after the . . . uh . . . the—“

“—the rape?” Kari finished for her.

“Yes. I hope you don’t mind me asking about that.”

“No, it’s fine. And, I think I’m ok, except that my sex drive is in overdrive. I’m super horny all the time now.”

“Oh? You mean you’re even horny right now?”

“Super horny, yes indeed.”

“Uhmm . . . and uhmm . . . rumor has it that you like women, too?”

“These rumors might get me in trouble. But, yes, that’s true.”

“Oh, don’t worry, they’re only the gossip here among the employees. Like I just said about The Butler Lady, we are all very careful not to talk about things here outside of the mansion. Wendy and Josie had everyone sign a confidentiality contract, since they work with very high security issues sometimes.”

“I see. I didn’t know that.”

“Damn!” her slutself exclaimed.

“What?”

“Here you go to all this trouble to announce to everybody that you’re a total slut whore, and then we find out that they can’t talk about it.”

“Announce?”

“Well, let it leak out at least. You’ve been dying for your Dad to hear, after all.”

Kari grimaced. “Part of me wants to shoot him.”

“And the other part wants him to fuck you, since he never actually did when you lived at home. Made you suck him off and jerk off on your body and call you slutty names, oh yeah, he did all of those, and you miss being used like that. But, he never actually fucked you--even when you were the Lunch Whore.”

“He tried to a couple of times. Jerked off with the tip of his cock between my pussy lips . . . none of it got in, though. I just got my pussy lips covered with cum . . . and then he was embarrassed and just stuff his cock back into his pajamas and left me like that.”

“Yeah, and your ex started doing that similar fun thing, jerking off with his cock just barely in your pussy, and you loved it. Until you started feeling scared that he’s figure out why you loved it so much . . . and then you really got going with your bitching at him about everything to distract him from it. I had to listen to your bitching all the way to Colorado. I was trying to take a vacation, but noooooo . . . ”

“Damn you. I felt like an idiot afterwards. You had to bring that up, didn’t you?”

“Of course . . . what else am I supposed to do? It’s my job.”

“To remind me of everything bad about me?”

“Well no, that’s not true. To remind you of everything you love about sex and how you were just a cock tease bitch when you were with your husband and how you have avoided being a sexy librarian stripper, a bisexual fucktoy whore cunt exhibitionist and all that. There are too many labels for me to keep up with them, but they’re not bad labels, they’re good ones.”

“Right. Bisexual fucktoy whore. Prime time librarian stripper exhibitionist. Great. Good labels.”

“Well, they turn you on, don’t they? You left out a few of the better ones, just so you know that I noticed.”

“Well . . . yes, but that’s because they’re BAD labels.”

“They turn you on BETTER because they are BAD, so you think you can bitch about them being BAD labels, even though they make you cum for hours? Hey, Fuckface . . . if they can make you cum for hours, they ain’t bad labels, I don’t care what you say.”

“Fuckface?”

“Why do you think everybody wants to fuck you lately? You’ve turned into a ‘Fuckface’, which is someone whose face looks like they need to be fucked. It happens when a real slut finds themselves wanting sex 24/7/365 . . . you know, a nymphomaniac.”

“Great.”

“Hey, it’s almost as good as announcing that you’re a slut on evening news—your favorite fantasy. Why do you have to bitch about how much you want to get fucked almost all the time? You masturbated for several months about the young gal you knew who worked for Burger King and started fucking guys in their cars in the parking lot during her breaks—you know, Janey, or whatever her name was—and you know that was a true story, since you even knew the guys who were fucking her. And you can’t tell me that you didn’t feel jealous and want them to fuck you, because your nipples got hard every time that conversation came up. I mean, here you are, even the maid here at Wendy’s library wants to eat your panties and suck your pussy until you cum. You’d love it, and she’d feel sexy and more fulfilled about it, too, since she hasn’t had sex with another woman recently. What’s stopping you?”

“Eat my panties?”

“For an intelligent woman, you can be as dense as osmium sometimes.”

“Osmium?”

“Nevermind. You read somewhere that osmium is the element with the highest density, and now you can’t even remember it—and I can’t forget anything, so I remember all of it. You can really be dense sometimes—as in, be a real pain in the ass sometimes. You learn things, and then you intentionally forget them.”

“Well, if it helps any, my ass isn’t sore, since it hasn’t been whipped or fucked for a couple of days. I do remember that. That may be part of the motivation to get whipped or fucked or raped soon.”

“Then get going, Fuckface. You sure need some. And, in case there’s just one of those to choose from, ask for an ass whipping—extra hard. That’s my vote. You can put it down in the log as punishment for being such a pain in the ass to your own beloved slutself.”

“Maybe that should be ‘Then get going, my beloved ‘fuck-or-whip-ass slutself’.”

“Ok, then get going, ‘fuck-or-whip-ass slutself’. Sheesh, you’re acting like you think you’re correcting my spelling.”

“No, I’m still working on trying to accept that the maid wants to eat my panties.”

“Stay tuned, then, fuck-or-whip-ass slutself,” her slutself said. “Sheesh . . . I’m going to ask for a raise on Monday. “

“So, uhmm, if you’re horny . . . would you be interested in a little girl-girl fun?” Melinda asked.

“Uh . . . yes, I would be . . . interested, I mean,” she replied, thinking about what her slutself had said.

“Uhmm . . . maybe even with me?”

“Uh . . . yes. That’s what I thought we were talking about.”

“Well, that’s what I was hoping we were talking about, yes,” Melinda said happily.

“I’m sorry if I’m a bit stiff—in my mood, I mean—it’s been hard for me to understand things lately.”

“Awww . . . I’m sorry to hear that. Maybe it would help if I rubbed your shoulders?”

“Yeah . . . I would like that. Please,” Kari said, somewhat disconcerted.

Melinda moved around behind her chair and started massaging her shoulders. Kari leaned back and tried to let go of her tension. Melinda lifted her hands and flicked the tension away in another direction, like any good masseuse. She started to hum a tune, and Kari felt some of her struggle begin to dissipate.

Melinda started rubbing in circles in front of her collar bone, and gradually she was reaching under Kari’s top and under her bra. Kari sighed with pleasure, so Melinda said, “Ok, let’s get this blouse and bra off . . . they’re in the way. Would you like a drink from the bar?”

“Uhmm yes, please . . . do you always have drinks here in the library?”

“Of course. Wendy stocks every room with a bar which includes at least the basics. I know, because it’s one of my duties to check them every couple of days. What will you have?”

“Uhmm . . . something light, like . . . a White Zin?”

“Coming right up, darlin’ . . . be right back.”

Kari took the drink and sipped a bit to get her mouth ready, and then took several swallows. Melinda giggled.

“I’m not making you nervous, am I, darlin’?”

“Maybe, but I think it’s just me . . . I’m anxious a lot of the time. This is really good . . . what is it?”

“It’s Livingstone White Zinfandel . . . I think it’s from the Gallo house, but it’s pretty smooth, isn’t it?”

“Yes . . . it’s very nice. Thank you.”

Melinda somehow found some oil, and rubbed it in her hands until it was warm. Kari couldn’t help but to breathe a sigh and moan a bit when she applied it to her shoulders and neck. When she covered her tits with the oil and rubbed it in, Kari felt her nipples grow rock-hard.

“Mmmmmmmm . . . . that feels soooo good!” Kari moaned her enjoyment.

“I gather you like that, darlin’,” Melinda noted.

“I love it,” Kari sighed.

“Uhmm . . . would you be offended if I moved between your legs and uhmm . . . “

“Please do . . . you’re already driving me wild, but only if you want to eat my panties <giggle>.”

Melinda moved around in front of her and fell to her knees, her face also falling into Kari’s bush . . . and she breathed in deeply. “Oh, gawd, Ms. Kari, yes! . . . you’re pussy smells so sweet! May I lick you and suck you and make you cum, and then chew on your panties?”

“Uhmm . . . uhmm . . . I think so . . . yeah . . . yeah . . . yeah . . . yeah . . . yeah . . . yeah . . . yeah . . . yeah . . . YES . . . YES . . . YES!!!“

Kari was a bit shaky when she came to, and then realized that she must have passed out. It had been awhile since she had passed out from sex, after all. Melinda was rubbing her arms, especially her wrists, and somehow a blanket was covering her.

“Oh, thank God! . . . I’m glad you’re awake. . . . I mean . . . are you ok?”

“Uhmm . . . yeah, I think so . . . may I have some water, please?”

Melinda must have already planned that part of the process, because it seemed to Kari that a cup of water was against her lips right away. A few swallows started to clear her head.

“I’m sorry about that. I used to pass out a lot when I had huge orgasms, but it hasn’t happened for a long time. It’s not a big deal. Thanks for taking care of me.”

“Not a problem.”

“The last I remember, I was really enjoying what you were doing to me.”

“And, I really enjoyed it, too.”

“I didn’t make you cum, though,” Kari said regretfully.

“But, I did cum!”

“You did?”

“Yes . . . when you came, you clamped your legs around my head, and I could feel all your muscles pulse. I was fingering myself already, anyway, so it made me cum, too.”

“I’m glad. We’ll have to do this again sometime soon,” Kari said. “I’d like that very much.”

“Sounds good to me. But, I’d better go and get some cleaning done right now, or my supervisor might wonder what I’ve been doing instead of cleaning.”

“Well, if anyone complains, I’ll be glad to put in a good word for you.”

“Thanks!” Melinda smiled, and kissed her on the cheek. “Are you sure you’re alright now?”

“Yeah, I’ll be fine. I was planning on enjoying being here in the library for awhile anyway.”

“Ok, then. I’ll see you again soon, I’m sure,” Melinda said, and she gathered up her cleaning supplies and headed out the library door.

Kari found the library very comfortable, and she browsed the books and thought about how she might help organize it. There was already a computer there, although it wasn’t very up-to-date, so she wondered if Wendy would be willing to buy one which would serve as a catalogue. It was really a very impressive collection of books—perhaps about half the size of the collection where she worked at the public library, if you didn’t include the magazines and journals. She had never heard of a private library that large. Then, if you added in Joe’s collection, it was perhaps two-thirds the size of the collection she was working with.

“Hi, Kari. I hope I’m not intruding,” a voice said from the doorway. Josie was standing with one hand on the doorframe, smiling at her. “Joe said I might find you here. May I come in?”

“Yes, please come in . . . and of course, you’re not intruding. This is your home and your library, after all.”

“Well . . . as it turns out, I was coming to see you about helping us with the library anyway.”

“You were?”

“Yes. Joe told us that you had wondered about what you could do when you are living here, and he told us he had made that suggestion to you.” She grinned and giggled a bit. “He seems quite invested in making it attractive for you to be here at lot, and we can understand that. In fact, we’d like to make it attractive enough for you to live here all the time.”

Kari smiled back at her. “That’s very nice of all of you. I’m just not quite ready to completely give up working at my little public library—not yet, at least. It’s always been what I wanted to do for my whole life.”

“I can understand that, and I’m sure Wendy and Joe do, as well. We’ll just have to see if we can work out a way for you to have your dreams fulfilled here some day. But anyway, about our library here: How do you like it?”

“It’s wonderful! It’s the best private library I’ve ever seen. And it’s comfortable and has a good atmosphere.”

“I’m glad you think so. If you decided to work here—part-time, at first, anyway—what do you think? What do you need to make it a more usable library?”

“Well that depends on who you want to use it. If you want the staff here at the mansion to use it, then you’d need to add some racks of the popular magazines, some copy machines and an updated computer at the very least. Maybe a collection of DVD movies. Those things are among the highest use in the public branch library I work in. It’s what most adult people use. But, if you want it to serve a more specialized purpose, then you might choose other priorities.”

“Such as?”

“Well, for example, I once worked for a short time in a private library which collected Beethoven manuscripts and everything about him . . . so it was oriented that way, with recordings that the patrons could listen to, and so on. If you wanted to have a children’s literature collection, then you’d want a story-time room to help the patrons learn about the children’s books you had. That was my specialty for many years, and I had summer reading programs, and special events for the kids to enjoy.”

“I see. That makes a lot of sense. I guess none of us have thought about what kind of people we want to use the library. We’ll have to think about that and talk about it more. We just never had anyone here who knew that much about libraries before,” she said, smiling. “So, what would you think about maybe working here as our librarian?”

“Well, it really would depend on what you decided you wanted, like we were just talking about. I really wouldn’t want to work in a library which collected Beethoven manuscripts for the rest of my life, even if that experience was helpful to learn about when I worked there. If you folks decided to orient the library in a way that interested me, I would like that very much. Or, I could just work part-time here and set it up and organize what you have so far. The problem with the way it is now is that nobody knows what is here. Well, that and the fact that people now are using computers or Kindles or iPads in place of books.”

“Let me ask you . . . what would you think about a collection of BDSM, lesbian and gay literature? Even including some erotic books and movies?”

“I’d have to think about that some more. It would be fine to have a collection of those books, but here in San Antonio, I’m not sure it would be very accepted if it were made public. It’s the Bible Belt after all, and I don’t’ think you’d want to have people marching in protest of it . . . politically or otherwise. As for the movies, you might even come into conflict with law enforcement about pornography, and all that. It’s a very sticky subject politically and socially, you know. My ex-husband used to say that our society is schizophrenic about sex, so there’s conflict about it, no matter what.”

Josie sighed. “Yeah, you’re right. It would be the kind of thing that would alienate some of Wendy’s strongest political allies—who don’t mind that we’re in a lesbian relationship, but they wouldn’t want to have to explain that kind of collection to the public. Anyway, what do you think about helping us organize what we have?”

“I’d love it. I’d ask for an updated computer and maybe several more, and I’d need some cataloguing software. I’d also want to add some magazine shelves and it would cost for the magazine subscriptions. That would be a good start.”

“I agree. If you want the job, it’s yours. Just give us the details of what you’d like for the computers and the magazines and shelving, and we’ll get them ordered or installed right away. Oh, and by the way, the next room behind that wall is basically empty—it used to be a storage room years ago, so it just has some junk in it that we can trash. It’s a little larger than this room, but not by very much. So, we were thinking to have a doorway put in the wall, and use that space for the library, too. If you’d like to arrange it to suit your plans that would be great.”

Kari beamed a smile at her. “This sounds like fun!”

“Oh, and I forgot . . . we’ll pay you whatever you’re earning per hour at the public library plus 20%, and you can work as many hours per week that you want to, including full time, if and when you choose that. If you’d like benefits, like full coverage medical insurance and retirement, we’ll be happy to provide those, as well.”

“Wow,” Kari said quietly. “I’ll want some time to think about this, but at the moment, I can only think of one possible problem.”

“What’s that?” Josie asked.

“I’m not cut out to be a manager—that is, I can work with setting up the new cataloguing arrangements of the books and where to place the tables and all that, but I’m not very good at supervising employees, so I’d rather not do that. After all, I’m a submissive, so I can’t really handle confrontation when one of them messes up. I’d need some others to help me do the work, but I really don’t want to be their supervisor. And, I’m not all that good with computers, so I’d need someone to set them up—and fix them if needed. Stacy might help, too, but I’m not sure I would be a good supervisor for her, either.”

“The computer issue is understandable, so we’ll have one of our people be assigned to do all of that. But, I hadn’t thought about the implication of you being a submissive in terms of how it would affect your role as a supervisor or manager. Wendy and I will have to discuss that and let you know what we think. All the same, if you know how to do it, we’ll try to do it your way as much as we can.”

“Thank you. I ask for some time to think about it, but if you take care of those things, I’ll likely to accept the job. You’ve been wonderful to me, beyond every dream I ever had.”

“That’s fine. You can take all the time you need to. One thing is already taken care of, and that is you already have a maid. Melinda loves this place, and she’s very diligent to clean it and attend to it as much as she can. I’ve already asked her supervisor to put her in charge of cleaning the library, full time if necessary. She told me you are very sexy, so she’ll be happy to serve you in any way . . . any way at all,” Josie said, smiling with a wink.

Kari blushed. “That’s good to know. Thanks.”

“After all, we’re well aware of your nymphomania condition, so if she can help, we’re very much in favor.”

Kari blushed even more. “Thanks.”

Meanwhile the drama about The Butler Lady went viral both on the web and locally, so Lisa did call Brenda to tell her that she was thinking of making a public confession, and Brenda said she didn’t mind her part coming out to the public—after all, she pointed out, she wouldn’t be on trial for anything. It was Lisa who had the risk of facing the court. Wendy and her attorney’s decided that it would be better to just go public, so that the cops wouldn’t have to arrest her anyway, if the truth came out some other way. Since the public opinion was so much in favor of The Butler Lady, even in the police department and the rumors of what the judges were thinking in the courts, they were sure that Lisa would be acquitted anyway. They had a long conversation with David, so none of it was a surprise to him, and so also that the cops wouldn’t look badly about it, either. So, her attorneys, along with David from the police department, talked with the District Attorney and the Bexar County Sheriff, and a press conference was scheduled for the evening news.

Lisa, Kari, Stacy and Brenda were a bit nervous about it, however, so Wendy and Josie invited them all to the living room to watch the news release when it was aired on prime-time news. Joe came in to watch with them as well, but he grinned at the 4 women hugging each other on the couch, and just decided to sit in the armchair next to them, sipping his evening Scotch and soda. Of course, Joe’s gourmet staff had provided all kinds of food to munch on, but they were all too nervous to eat it—except for Joe, Josie and Wendy, who seemed absolutely certain that this was going to turn out alright. They all focused intently on the big screen TV from Wendy’s huge overstuffed couch and the surrounding chairs as the evening news began that portion of the story.

“Not long ago, Channel 4 News in San Antonio reported an alleged rape attempt and an unusual rescue by a very attractive woman who was reported to be wearing a “black butler” costume. Just today, after struggling to hide her identity for these past weeks, she turned herself in to the local police. . . . Kacey Freeman has the story.”

“Yes, thank you, Janet. Today, the infamous ‘Butler Lady’ revealed her identity in a public press conference/interview at the Bexar County Sheriff’s office. As the result of an agreement between the Bexar County Sheriff’s office, the Bexar County District Attorney, the San Antonio Police Department and the attorneys representing this newly famous local icon, here is that interview:”

<Break to a video interview, with Lisa’s face in full view, and from the background, she was clearly in the Bexar County Sheriff’s auditorium>

“Please tell us your full name,” a female interviewer’s voice said from behind the camera.

“My name is Lisa Marie Mancini.” The video changed to a side view, which revealed that she was wearing her black butler long tailed tuxedo outfit with 5-inch heels and black pantyhose, looking much like a magician’s assistant.

“So, if I understood you before this press conference, you’ve volunteered to come forward with a personal story to reveal to law enforcement and to the public.”

“Yes, I have.”

“Please continue.”

“I am the person who attacked the three men in the park when it was clear to me that they were attempting to rape a teenage girl in a park here in San Antonio. The three men I attacked were hospitalized with injuries, and, as I understand it, they were later found to be escaped convicts from another state,” Lisa said, looking directly into the cameras for a moment, and then her gaze dropped to look at her notes.

There was the sound of murmuring in the background from the people who were in the room listening.

“So, you are saying that you are the so-called ‘Butler Lady’?—the woman wearing a black ‘butler suit’, panty-hose and 5-inch stiletto heels, who disabled three grown men in a park in approximately 10 or 15 seconds to stop their attempted rape of a teenage girl?”

“Yes, I have been called the ‘Butler Lady’ in the news and in public after that event, so I am told, and that name came from the image of my uniform. My uniform is simply a product of my work, although my employer let me apply my fashion creativity in developing my uniform, so it is perhaps somewhat unique in that I designed it myself for my local employer, for whom I have worked for many years. In any case, I wear this uniform in my work as a chauffeuse for her. And, while I would hope we would not need to ask them, I have witnesses who will testify that I am that person.”

“So, what happened that day?”

“Uh . . . I was driving a friend of my employer back to her home, in my usual role as her chauffeuse, when my rider almost screamed . . . I don’t know how to describe the sound . . . ‘whooonnnnNOOO! STOP! STOP! IT’s THEM! IT’S THEM! IT’S THEM!!!’”

“Her voice was so extreme, I asked . . . almost screamed back . . . something like . . . “WHAT’S Wrong? It’s who?”

“THOSE THREE GUYS WHO RAPED <bleep>!, and she pointed up the slope of the lawn in the park to where three guys were pushing a teenage girl around and tearing her blouse.”

“I’m not sure how fast I was going at the time, but I hit the brake full stop, smearing rubber all the way, and both of us hit the ground running toward them. I don’t even remember even touching the ground all the way there. I heard them say that . . . uhmm . . . it would not be polite to tell you their exact words, but basically they said they were going to rape this teenage girl. I told them to stop, and they tried to attack me. Uhmm . . . so . . . from there, I think you know the story from those who saw it happen, and the police and ambulance who arrived shortly afterwards.”

“So, let me ask why you are coming forward with this . . . ?

“First of all . . . everyone must be accountable for their actions, and in that same way, I must be accountable for my actions. If my actions go beyond what is acceptable in normal life, then I must be accountable for that, as well. I may have been called the “Butler Lady” but I am a normal, ordinary person, and a citizen who lives under the law of this land.

“However, and secondly, I am aware that my actions may be considered by some people as an act of physical assault, and therefore MAY have been illegal, since I hold a 6^th degree black belt in Tae Kwon Do. The point of that level in Tae Kwon Do is I should be able to control the impact of each of my moves. It’s not a good thing to attack people, no matter what my reason was for doing so. Perhaps, what I did may have been an act of violence which I would not want anyone else to do. I do NOT want to become a role model for more violence. I live with the regret that there are 3 people in the hospital because of my actions, and I’m not at peace about that, even though they turned out to be escaped convicts.”

“But, after all, if all you claim is true, you did prevent them from raping that teenage girl.”

“Well, yes. But it is possible—although, perhaps not—that I could have done that and succeeded without causing so much damage. My anger very likely caused me to overreact. I . . . uhmm . . . took the second attacker’s knife away, and . . . uhmm . . . used it against him. In hindsight, I perhaps could have handled that differently. From my attorneys, I’ve learned and am aware of the Texas legal concept of ‘reasonable force’, and I’ll have to defer to others in order to judge if my actions fit within the limits of that concept.”

“You tried to warn them with your voice first, is that true? . . . I was told by the intended teenage victim herself that when you heard them saying they were intending to have sex with her—which would have been an act of rape, if they had—you actually said the words, ‘I DON’T THINK SO!’ quite loudly to them. Where those your exact words?”

“Yes, Ma’am, those were my exact words.”

“So, following that, the man who first tried to attack you was in fact—in his own words—threatening ‘to beat the <bleep> out of you’?”

“Uhmm . . . yes, that is true . . . he . . . uhmm . . . also threatened to rape me . . . his words were actually a bit more crude than that, but he did use the word rape in his threats as he attacked me. I’m willing to testify that he did threaten to rape me, as well as beat me. And, there were several other witnesses of what they said, including the intended teenage victim of their attack in the first place. It is my understanding that they are all willing to testify to those facts, should the legal system require a court inquiry.”

“And the man with the knife was trying to stab you with it when you took it away from him . . . is that correct?”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“From our earlier conversation about that, please describe to our listeners what you told me before about how you responded.”

“I did take it away from him in order to prevent him from stabbing me. However, after that, I didn’t actually ‘stab’ him, in the sense that I reached out and attacked him with the knife. He came at me clearly intending to stab me with it. In fact, all I did was that I just held the knife out and he ran into it . . . I admit, however, that I did aim it at a certain . . . uhmm . . . vulnerable part of his body, because it seemed to be the best target at the time, given that I only had a few seconds to work with.” There was a sound of laughter from behind the camera, and it was clear that there were a number of people in the Sheriff’s news conference room who quite enjoyed that idea. Lisa somehow maintained a straight face.

“And, the report I have is that you knew at that time one of your close friends, a librarian who was leaving work after she closed up the library late one night, was allegedly raped by those same three men, only a few days before that—and, she had ended up in ER—and the lady who was in the car with you had been walking by and when she witnessed that event, she called the police, and these 3 attackers had run away and were still at large. Is that correct?”

“Yes, which is probably why I was so angry when . . . uhmm . . . my companion in the car with me, who was an eyewitness of the first rape . . . as we were driving by, saw them and shouted out to me that they were the same men she had witnessed raping my friend. It was clear to both of us that they were attempting to do it again. So, I pulled over to stop them from doing it a second time. We jumped out of the car, leaving it running, and sprinted over to where the four of them were . . . uhmm . . . scuffling.”

“So, in fact, you took matters into your own hands?”

“Yes, I did take matters into my own hands. I offer myself openly to the mercy of the police department and the legal system for that. It is not a good thing to act as a vigilante, and it’s important that all others hear that. I do not condone or approve of senseless violence or revenge. At that moment, I did think that stopping these men was worthy of confronting and stopping them, even if that might require using my Tae Kwon Do skills, due to our awareness that they were trying to rape that teenage girl in the park. So, I told them to stop—and they did try to attack me after that, which in turn prompted my response. I’m really a very shy person. But, it is important for everyone to hear this from me, even after this incident, that we don’t need any more violence in San Antonio—or anywhere, really. We have enough already.”

“Thank you for being so candid in your responses to my questions. However, if I may also be somewhat candid, and it may be something a bit on the female perspective, but you have my personal applause that you can sprint across 40 yards of soft lawn—just after it had been watered, so it was very soft—in 5-inch stiletto heels and then accomplish what you did.” Lisa nodded, and then just blushed, half covering her face with her right hand, clearly feeling exposed as there was applause from behind the camera.

After taking a deep breath, she finally replied, “Uhmm . . . thank you, ma’am.”

The news screen cut back to Kacey Freeman.

“At this point, the Bexar County District Attorney has not commented on whether they are planning to pursue an indictment or not. The latest poll from the public is clearly in favor of dropping the charges in favor of her actions being justified under the Texas legal concept of using ‘reasonable force’.”

“Kacey Freeman, Channel 4 News.”

Kari had hugged Lisa from one side and Stacy from the other . . . Brenda was snuggling Kari on her other side.

“Well . . . I’m either going to come out of this as a hero, or as another violent woman, which is such a growing problem these days,” Lisa said, sighing deeply.

“It could be a lot worse,” Brenda said. “You could be like me, and live a life when nobody even knows your name.”

“When you come visit me in jail, I’ll know your name,” Lisa replied morosely.

“Oh, quit it, Lisa,” Wendy said. “I can understand your concern and worry about it, but my attorneys have assured me that you’re not going to serve time in jail or prison. I wouldn’t have agreed to you turning yourself in, if they had been uncertain. And if they want to settle out of court, I’ve got plenty of money, so it won’t cost you a thing. ”

Lisa looked up at her boss. “I’m sorry, Wendy. That was very ungracious and unfair of me to say. You have been wonderful in your support of me and my life, and I have never had reason to doubt you. And, I certainly appreciate your support in all the situations we’ve been through in the past. I guess, I just doubt myself in this one.”

“Lisa . . . you’re much more than an employee to me. You’re a lover, and one of my family here in this home, even though this family is somewhat unusual. But no matter your role with me, when I heard of what you did, I’d pay out a million dollars to see you go free as a heroine in this case. You’re that valuable and that much of a true heroine to me.”

Lisa got up from the couch, gently shrugging off Kari, Stacy, and Brenda, and walked over in front of Wendy, got down on her knees and bowed to her, her face on the floor.

“Wendy . . . you saved my life way back when I was a child, risking your own life when you did . . . and so I already owe you my life. If I can’t imagine not being able to live here, and just be able to work with you and for you.

“To hear you say that you’d pay out a million dollars for me is quite beyond my ability to understand, but I get the point. I don’t know how I’ve ever deserved that, but for the rest of my life, I will do anything you ask me to do. I am yours forever. My life is yours, to use as you wish.”

Everyone paused at those words. Kari grew curious about what happened when Wendy saved Lisa’s life as a child.

After a few moments, Wendy continued.

“Lisa . . . look at me, please.” Lisa lifted herself back up until she was on her knees, although with her legs from the knees down were still flat on the floor. Her eyes looked up at Wendy, and then tears began to appear in her eyes, and she looked down again.

“Look at me, please,” Wendy repeated.

“Yes, Ma’am,” Lisa said, and turned her face up, her head moving uncertainly up and down, as she struggled with her eyes to look directly at Wendy.

“Lisa . . . You owe me nothing, and you never will owe me anything . . . you’ve served me extremely well in your work for me . . . and, you’re the most beautiful, the sexiest, most caring, most loving and most talented woman I’ve ever known, and I’m honored to hold you close in my heart. I would be surprised if all of your friends here do not feel the same way and agree with that . . . What do you think?” she asked, looking at them.

“Well, I agree!” it was Stacy who first shouted out her vote.

“And I agree, too!“ Kari said with all her heart in it.

“And, I also agree,” Josie said, equally adamant.

“And I,” Brenda said proudly. “In fact, I’m even honored to be here to celebrate you, Lisa. I haven’t even known you for very long, but when you started kicking and punching those men, I thought to myself that I was seeing the unbelievable—a one and only event. And it was! You made history!”

“So, Lisa. We are the ones who have the honor of being here with you and knowing and loving you,” Wendy told her, smiling warmly.

Lisa covered her face and wept, crawling forward into Wendy’s lap, as she reached out to pull her close, albeit still on her knees. Then, as if someone had signaled them, the rest of them rushed forward and hugged her any way they could, each of them reaching find a part of her to touch.

This time, Lisa wasn’t driving the stretch limo . . . Instead, Joe was driving, jauntily wearing a his black chauffeur’s cap above a tuxedo, which made him look somewhat like an old-time sea captain—and needing a pipe to be puffing on as he maneuvered his ship into port—in contrast to being a Master Chef, but quite solid and professional all the same. Kari thought about that for a moment, wondering what it was like to have so many skills and qualifications, since, after all, just like Lisa, Joe held all of those roles quite honorably. She regretted missing those important characteristics in her past perception of him, as he pulled in by the curb of the Bexar County Courthouse Complex.

Channel 4 News hadn’t missed this moment, though, focusing their cameras and maneuvering hordes of news-people along with their cameras, microphones and support staff into position, as if they were doing an exposé on the Mafia. Along with them a rather large crowd had gathered, sensing perhaps that “the game was afoot” in good Shakespearean and Sherlock Holmes’ enthusiasm.

Joe pulled up in front of the court house, briskly hopped out and opened the doors along the curb side to allow his passengers to disembark. Since it was one of the longer stretch limousines, it had 5 doors per side (including the driver’s door), so as he opened each one, he aided all the passengers as they exited.

First, Wendy’s three most powerful and experienced attorneys (two women and one man) emerged from the limo, shrugging their suit coats back around their torsos and looking quite stern and determined. Next, Mason, Terrell, Victoria, and finally Marc came out and took position in all four corners, looking as professional as any bodyguards you’d have seen anywhere, intimidating and protective, wearing matching black and silver uniforms, with holstered Glocks belted to their sides.

As soon as Marc exited the limo, he took one step sideways and stood upright with his arms crossed next to the door like a huge statue, his pony-tail hair clasped with a leather style holder, his muscular arms pumped up and obviously ready for action, should the need appear. Victoria simply stood in her corner of the perimeter with a police baton which she smacked against her hand every couple of minutes, clearly sending the message that she wasn’t going to put up with any shit should any errant news interviewer or fan be tempted to think about pushing the line. Mason and Terrell marched to each of their corners in the front of the perimeter and simultaneously took position at parade rest (HUP! HUP! HUP! YES, Sir!) like the veteran Marines they both had been in truth, but their eyes never stopped scanning the crowd of onlookers as they gathered. Nobody even tried to step across the lines they defined.

Following them, Stacy, Brenda, and Kari emerged—much less militarily—each wearing attractive, yet professional style dresses which matched their hair and skin coloring. One could have easily wondered if a wardrobe specialist had been consulted . . . and in fact, one had been, but no one else in public knew that her name was Josie, who appeared before Wendy, looking every bit the professional and personal secretary she was, carrying the essential black briefcase—while Wendy, when she emerged, looked like she was about to address the U.S. Senate, in a silvery-bright grey stripped dress suit so unique you wouldn’t have been able to find one like it even at a private meeting with the top designers of business clothing at Neiman-Marcus in New York. The President of the United States wouldn’t have had a chance, were he to try to compete with their impression to the crowd as they watched.

No doubt, the game was ‘afoot’.

Next appeared the mother of the teen who had been about to be raped in that park . . . but, since she had been disguised in the newscast, none of the viewers knew who she was, and the same was true with the teen who followed her out of the limo, both dressed in modest, but quite attractive dress suits (which Wendy and Josie had provided). Joe offered his arm to each of them in turn, and they quietly joined the others, and then Marc reached out to open the last door of the limousine.

The ones who had already disembarked all paused as if on cue, and turned back to look at the limo. When Joe opened the last door, he stood stiffly upright, as if to be at ‘attention’ . . . and Marc moved to take a similar position on the other side of the door. No soldiers could have looked more imperial.

A leg appeared from inside, wearing black panty-hose and 5-inch black stiletto heels, and the person who followed that leg out of the limo drew a gasp from the crowd even as they watched. Marc reached out and took her hand to assist her gracefully onto the sidewalk, and then, after he’d offered his arm and helped her take the steps up to the others, he released her hand with a bow, so she could join them. She was wearing a female version of a butler-style tuxedo, long-tails and all.

It was Lisa, of course—the “Butler Lady” in full glory.

“We’ve just been informed of a breaking story, so we interrupt our present broadcast to go to Kacey Freeman at the Court house . . . so, what’s happening, Kacey?” The camera focused on Lisa’s rather attractive leg as she first appeared out of the limousine, following her as she moved up the steps with the others.

“We are here at the Bexar County Courthouse Complex today for what we were told would be an important hearing. At this moment, our viewers are watching the arrival of the infamous ‘Butler Lady’ and if I’m not mistaken, she has just now arrived—not only with her full and influential entourage, but also wearing the famous black butler tuxedo attire including 5-inch heels, which she was said to have been wearing when she allegedly confronted the three escaped convicts who were allegedly about to rape a young girl in a park here in San Antonio.” The camera continued to follow the group as they ascended the steps and entered the complex.

Kari knew that no one had ever taught Lisa to act or move like either a celebrity or a model, but nevertheless she politely thanked Marc, and walked smoothly and quite gracefully up the steps to the others, looking steadily forward, as though she was the most practiced of any supermodel. All of the others greeted her warmly and then fell into place around her, almost like a personal guard. Wendy took a step upward, and at her signal, the rest followed, Lisa protectively inside their circle.

Marc, Mason, Terrell and Victoria walked a few steps outside of their circle, each in one corner, their eyes continually scanning the crowd, which communicated the clear message that anyone who would try to encroach on their space were likely to encounter some serious interference. (The irony, of course, was that when Lisa appeared, she could have taken them all out, so they weren’t protecting her from an attack by muscle or by armed men . . . they were simply protecting her from both the news media and her fans . . . not to mention creating the social effect that Wendy and Josie had devised for legal reasons.)

However, it was clear the majority of the crowd weren’t about to interfere, since their applause and whistles were very supportive. Starting with a shout from someone in their group, they began to chant “Yo! Baby! Butler Lady!” and then others joined them, repeating the salute with both words and rhythm. Before long almost all of the crowd who had gathered were screaming and stomping in rhythm, “YO! BABY! BUTLER LADY!”—clearly in her support, without a doubt.

Lisa heard their support and her eyes brimmed with tears, trying to maintain her composure. She did turn and bow to them, lifting her hands gratefully before she made it inside the courthouse, and before her tears spilled over her eyelids, and she was finally able to wipe them away.

As the news camera followed them up the steps, with the chanting onlooker’s in the background, the voice of Kacey Freeman continued. “All we know at this time is that the so-called ‘Butler Lady,’ recently identified as Lisa Marie Mancini has turned herself in to the San Antonio Police Department and submitted a confession that she attacked the three escaped convicts who were attempting to rape a teenage girl in a city park, which was aired on Channel 4 news last night. The result of her alleged attack prevented that attempted rape from occurring, and the three escaped convicts were transported in serious condition to a local hospital and held under guard by local police until the charges against them were filed and until a Grand Jury indicted them for felonies too numerous for me to list at this time. We will try update this story as it unfolds . . . but that’s all I have for now . . . Kacey Freeman, Channel 4 News . . . back to you, Janet.”

“This preliminary hearing is called to order,” the judge told Lisa’s attorneys and the assistant D.A., as soon as the hearing began.

“And since this is a preliminary hearing, I do hope this won’t be a very long conversation,” the judge told them.

Several affidavits were offered to the judge, so he took some time to read them.

Wendy and all the others waited breathlessly as there was a very heated argument up in front of the judge, although it was not loud enough for any of them to hear any but a word or two as it flew by, so none of them understood what transpired, until the judge responded loud enough for them to hear.

“What I’m interested in hearing, Counselors, is why this case should even be heard in this court. So far as I can see, the only issue for us to discuss in this criminal court is whether or not ‘reasonable force’ was used or not used by Ms. Mancini,” the judge said bluntly. “That part is a point of law which I would be willing to hear in this preliminary hearing. She made a confession to a possible crime for which she has not been formally charged, by our police force, although if she went beyond ‘reasonable force’ the District Attorney is quite free to file charges, and then the Grand Jury will decide to indict or not. Otherwise, I will be quite willing to dismiss this case.”

“We completely agree,” Lisa’s attorneys replied.

“But, Your Honor, even the defendant herself admitted that she had gone further than ‘reasonable force’,” the assistant D.A. protested.

“As I recall from the transcript of her so-called confession, which has been submitted as evidence, she simply said that she “may have” gone further, so she asked that someone else be the judge of whether she had indeed gone further than “reasonable force,” one of Lisa’s attorney’s pointed out. “It seems almost obvious that you would be in the role of that one who would make such a judgment, Your Honor.”

The judge sat back and looked at them.

“Ok . . . so, Counselors . . . the defense has offered a possible quick solution in this preliminary hearing, if both sides of this question are willing to accept my judgment on that matter of “reasonable force” and on that matter alone based on the evidence which has been submitted up to this moment? If so, this matter will be settled in that fashion and if you both agree that it is a final judgment, it will be final. Otherwise, we will continue with more time-consuming argument.

“As you are quite aware, in this court, we have more cases than we have time to try. On the other hand, if you want to see a quick and simple resolution of this case, then I will rule on that one point of Texas law, that is: did she go beyond “reasonable force” to attack those three men to protect that young woman from rape? I am willing to make a decision on that one legal point . . . did she act within or beyond reasonable force? Is that a decision you are willing to accept?”

The assistant D.A. felt uneasy about that as a final ruling, but she couldn’t see any other way to argue the point.

“Yes, Your Honor,” one of Lisa’s attorney’s replied.

“Counselor?” The judge was looking directly at the attorney for the defense.

“Uhmm . . . Your Honor, since this is quite unexpected, may I have a few moments to consider this?”

“You may. Will 5 minutes be sufficient?”

“Uhmm . . . yes . . . 5 minutes will suffice.”

“Time is up, Counselor . . . what have you chosen?”

“I have chosen to accept your judgment on this matter as final . . . I’m willing to accept that you will judge fairly whether Ms. Mancini used ‘reasonable force’ or not.”

“Thank you for your confidence, Counselor.”

“After careful consideration of the known facts, it is the judgment of this court in this preliminary hearing that Ms. Mancini used reasonable force—and no more than reasonable force—in order to prevent the rape of an underage girl, so there is no finding of assault, and her actions were within the limits of acceptable self-defense and in defense of that underage girl who clearly had been threatened with rape. The District Attorney can still file further charges, should the prosecution feel that there is enough evidence to do so which has gone beyond what has already been considered as presented in this preliminary hearing, but otherwise, there is no criminal case here. I might add, on a personal note of gratitude, that this is a relief from hearing about how someone started another war between one gang against another. To hear that someone simply defended an underage victim is certainly a good thing, and the result of her actions is the capture of escaped convicted felons would lead me to think that instead of a trial, Ms. Mancini deserves a medal. It is unfortunate that this court does not grant medals of honor, or I would do so at this moment. This preliminary hearing is now dismissed!” and the sound of the gavel echoed in Kari’s ears every time she saw Lisa from that time on.

The word of that final judgment from the preliminary hearing had already spread outside, thanks to the news commentators—who tried to capture Lisa for an interview, but Wendy and Josie intervened. They asked that she be given some time and Wendy offered instead an invitation for the news teams to come to her mansion, so they could interview in comfort—and free food—but in three days time, to allow Lisa a few days to recover. All the news crewmembers knew who Wendy and Josie were, and they also knew Wendy’s political and social clout, so they accepted her offer and left Lisa alone.

The crowd’s cheer was almost deafening when Lisa walked out of the courthouse amidst the others (who were in basically the same protective formation) and back down toward the limo quite calmly—until Victoria, who smiled much more widely than she had before, began smacking her baton against her own hand for every step, almost as a beat to the others when they got going. It seemed to work for all of them, since the crowd was rather intimidating, because their steps began to match that rhythm. After about 10 steps down from the courthouse door, the crowd started to clap to Victoria’s rhythm, as well.

Stacy actually started it . . . that is, she raised her hands high above her head and began clapping in that previous rhythm, “clap, clap-clap, clap-clap CLAP-CLAP!,” to get the crowd going a couple of times through, and then she started singing in her beautiful voice, “We Love You!, Butler Lady!” (to match her clapping rhythm and in the same way that they had previously chanted “YO! Baby, Butler Lady!”) and the crowd joined in with her and went wild, chanting with her:

“WE LOVE YOU! BUTLER LADY!”

“WE LOVE YOU! BUTLER LADY!”

“WE LOVE YOU! BUTLER LADY!”

No rock star or political favorite ever had a more powerful salute. She had done something which they really wanted to honor.

Indeed, they did. The streets and the city vibrated with their song of her honor.

Lisa blushed when she heard them, and then about half-way down the long steps, she realized that they wanted a response—after all, they were cheering for and about her success—so she raised both of her arms and waved—and then blew kisses with both hands to the crowd on the left, and then the right side, with tears in her eyes. The more she blew kisses and waved, the more they cheered, and the chant in her honor grew louder and louder, until finally she covered her eyes with both hands as the tears poured from her eyes, down her cheeks and even dripping onto the pavement. Kari took her arm, so she didn’t stumble as she went down the steps, finally arriving to the very wide sidewalk where the limousine was parked.

“WE LOVE YOU! BUTLER LADY!” The crowd continued, as they chanted and danced.

When Lisa and her entourage finally got close to the limo, she ran by Joe and dove in the open door of the limousine, with the rest of them following. The crowd clapped and cheered as the others climbed in, and the sound of their chant virtually disappeared when finally all the doors inside the limousine were closed.

When Kari looked around for her, Lisa was weeping, curled up against the far door, so Stacy scrambled over to hug her from one side, and Kari finally got there and hugged her knees and laid her head in her lap. The rest of them were talking excitedly, and even the attorneys were obviously celebrating, as well. Josie popped a cork on a champagne bottle and sprayed everybody accidently, but they were all in such a good mood, they just laughed.

“Are you alright, Lisa?” Kari asked, while Stacy just kissed her hair and petted her.

“Yeah . . . I’m ok,” Lisa said in the high pitched trembling voice of someone in emotional overload. “I was just so scared that it would turn out badly . . . but it came out ok . . . it was just a lot . . . it was so incredible that so many people were . . . well, you know, actually cheering for me. I’m really a shy person, you know. It was just a lot for me to . . . to absorb.”

“I know what that’s like,” said the teen who had chosen to come in the door of the limousine which Lisa had entered after they had left the court house. “I’m glad I didn’t have to testify . . . uhmm . . . but I would have . . . and I’ve never had the chance to thank you for what you did. So, I want to say thank you.”

Lisa looked up, wiped away most of her tears, and reached out for her. Stacy and Kari moved to let her have access to Lisa. The limousine was quite spacious, but even so, it was a bit cramped for this kind of intimacy.

“I don’t even know your name, child,” as Lisa pulled her into a warm hug. Kari looked around and saw the teenager’s mom looking on, smiling, although with tears in her eyes.

“My name is Tina . . . uhmm . . . Butler Lady, ma’am.”

“No, no . . . my name is ‘Lisa’”

“Uhmm . . . I’m sorry, ma’am. I’ll try to remember to call you ‘Lisa,’ but in my heart, I’ll always remember you as ‘The Famous Butler Lady’ who rescued me . . . ma’am. I want to be like you some day.”

Joe drove the limousine back to the mansion, and somehow Wendy and Josie had contrived to have black butler outfits like Lisa’s prepared for all of them—except Joe, since he wore one of his regular tuxedoes, and except for Tina and her mom, since they were guests. Kari felt a bit uncomfortable in the black panty-hose, but when she looked in the mirror, she had to admit that she did look sexy as she did her make-up before the celebration dinner. Josie, knowing her well, had given her 3-inch platform shoes instead of 5-inch stiletto heels Lisa always wore, for which she was very thankful.

“MMMMMMM mmmmmmm mmmmmmmm . . . I could just lick you, my wonderful lover,” Stacy said, coming up to give her a hug and a kiss.

“Oh, no. If you do that, I might fall off these . . . uhmm . . . whatever-you-call-them shoes.”

“Platform shoes. But, you look sooooo sexy in them! I’d love to lick your feet and suck on your toes, even.”

“Just because of these shoes?”

“Well, no . . . the pantyhose look great, and the butler outfit is the going thing, you know! I could lick your pussy right now!” Stacy knelt down, looking at Kari’s thighs and licking her lips.

“Uhmm . . . I love you, too, Stace . . . but . . . uhmm.”

“Ok, Lover Doll! I’ll lick your . . . uhmm anything, too, no problem. I love you soooo soooo much, you know,” Stacy said, looking up at her, her eyes excited, very horny and loving. Obviously, “licking” was a major goal for her at that moment, Kari noted.

“Yes, I know, and I love you, too, but, I’m just not used to all of this. You’ll have to slow down, so I can sorta’ get the hang of it.”

“Whatever made you think that I’m used to all this? Don’t you remember? When you first met me, I could barely blow-dry my hair.”

Kari sank down on a chair facing her, since after all she wasn’t sure how to walk while wearing platform shoes with 3-inch heels. “Well, yes, but you’d already been having sex with Leeann or whatever her name was, the pregnant girl . . . so you’ve had a lot of experience that I hadn’t ever had when I was your age.”

“I have?”

“Well, I never had a pregnant female lover when I was a teen—in fact, I didn’t have any lovers at all when I was a teen, male or female. But, anyway . . . I’m not offended by what you’re saying to me, but I’m just trying to catch up, and feel ok about it, does that make sense? All I’m asking is that you just go a little slower, so I can try to understand and enjoy it with you better.”

“Ok, my love . . . I’ll try. But, if I get too excited at times, I hope you’ll understand that I’m just happy to be with you and get to enjoy everything.”

Kari eyes softened. “Yes, I can understand that, Stacy. I’m not trying to interfere with your happiness. I’m happy that you’re with me, and that we get to enjoy all this, too. It just seems to go a little fast for me and I can’t absorb it, so I feel overwhelmed. That’s all I’m sayin’.”

“I think I understand, Lover Doll . . . but, they’re waiting in the ballroom . . . let’s hurry! Parties are so much fun here in the mansion!”

When they entered the ballroom, they saw Marc wearing a tux, standing upright with his arms crossed like a modern-day Zeus statue beside Lisa and Tina and her mother, looking at them and smiling. After she’d asked politely, he let Tina feel his huge arm muscles. “Hang on, and I’ll lift you up, if you’d like,” he told her, with a gentle voice.

“You can do that?”

“Sure . . . just clasp your hands around my arm and hang on.” He took off his coat, revealing a short-sleaved white shirt, and laid it carefully over the back of one of the chairs, revealing his naked upper arm muscles, like . . . ok, maybe even Hercules.

Timidly, Tina reached around his arm. He poured some mineral oil on his biceps and then gently moved her hands out toward his elbow and told her, “Put your fingers together, and hold on real tight, ok?”

She entwined her fingers together, and held on tight. “Ok.”

“Are you ready?”

“Uhmm . . . I think so,” she said, closing one eye, like she wanted to see it, but didn’t want to see it at the same time.

“Ok . . . here we go,” he said, and effortlessly lifted his arm until her feet left the floor. She squealed, panicked a little and let go, losing her balance and almost falling down when her feet reconnected with the floor. He had anticipated that, though, so he was very quick, catching her arm with his other hand, preventing her fall.

“Oh! . . . I wasn’t ready! . . . Please, can we try again?”

He chuckled softly. “Ok, yes we can. Just don’t let go this time, ok?” He winked at her mother, who covered her mouth to hide her grin.

“Are you ready this time?” as she wrapped her hands around his thick arm.

She took a deep breath, closing both eyes, setting her mouth in a determined expression—and then she nodded. “Yeah . . . I’m ready.”

“Don’t let go, no matter what I do . . . I’ll make sure you don’t get hurt, but if you’re willing to go for it, it will be fun. So, are you sure you’re ready?”

Her face took on a determined expression. “Yeah! I’m ready!”

He lifted his arm effortlessly and she rose off the floor, and this time the sounds she made were more like mewing with pleasure. He stood there for what seemed to be a long time, perhaps half a minute, with his arm up high enough so she was off the floor, and no sign of any discomfort for him. Then he started moving his arm forward and backward, swinging her, his other hand close by. Her mews of pleasure returned to squeals of panic as she began to swing higher and higher around the top of the circle.

“Oh . . . oh! . . . Stop! . . . stop! . . . please!”

“Don’t LET GO!” he commanded her, as he swung her in a full circle, squealing the whole way, until she arrived again with her toes touching the floor . . . then, he swung her around again. Her squeal the second time was again more like a mew of pleasure.

This time, he caught her behind the knees, and gently returned her to the floor. She regained her footing, and then just reached out and hugged him around his waist, since that was about the same level her arms could naturally reach, as his arm naturally hugged her around her shoulders.

“Oh, my gawd! You are soooo strong!”

He chuckled and looked at Tina’s mother, who was looking quite impressed, all the same. “Well, perhaps. It’s my job to be strong . . . or at least appear to be that way. But, after all, Lisa has more strength than I have, you know.”

She looked up at him. “She does? The Butler Lady? . . . I mean . . . uhmm . . . this Lisa?” she asked, pointing to the Lisa standing next to her mother.

“Well, yes.”

“What do you mean?”

“She’s a 6^th Degree black belt in Tae Kwon Do. She can do things that I wouldn’t even dream of doing.”

“A black belt? Like in karate?”

“Yes. Just ask her.”

“Wow! That’s how you knocked them all down!” she said, looking at Lisa.

Lisa opened her hands in a gesture of acceptance, nodding with a wry expression on her face. “It’s a different kind of strength than what he showed you with his muscles, Tina.”

“Can you teach me?”

Lisa scratched her head. “I . . . uhmm . . . I am not a sensei . . . I’m not a teacher.”

“Well . . . maybe this would be a first time . . . I haven’t been a very good student, either, but I would be with you . . . I’ll work hard and practice and do my homework . . . every day . . . I promise, I will . . . it would be a first time for me, too.”

“Uhmm . . . I’m not sure I can teach anyone . . . it’s not really about you, but . . . there is one thing you might want to know,” Lisa replied, trying to change the subject.

“What?”

“He’s not telling you the whole truth.” Marc looked at her and slightly shook his head, as if to say “no, don’t tell her.”

“He’s not? . . . I don’t understand.”

“He’s a black belt, too.”

“He is? In Tae Kwon Do?”

“Not exactly. He began his training in the art of judo, and then he moved to karate, and then he focused on karate. Tae Kwon Do is sort of a mixture of karate and some other martial arts traditions, including karate, judo and the Thai tradition of kick boxing. Karate originally came from Okinawa, and Tae Kwon Do was originally Korean . . . in general. It’s kinda’ complicated.”

“But, he’s a black belt in karate?”

“Ask him.”

She looked at Marc. “Well, are you?”

“Are I what?”—with a dark look at Lisa.

“Are you a black belt in karate?”

He looked wryly at Lisa, and then turned back to Tina . . . with her mother still watching from the background. “Well . . . ok . . . yes, I am. I’d have to admit that is true.”

“Oh . . . ok . . . uhmm . . . what did you mean, then—about her being stronger than you are.”

He scratched his head, and looked at her. “Well, let me think about how to explain that. Hrmmmm . . . Actually, why don’t you just show her, Lisa?”

Lisa looked at him wryly in response. “Ok, you win. If you insist, Sir . . . Incoming!”—and Lisa launched herself at Marc’s right arm.

To their surprise, he let her grab his arm, and then he started to rotate his arm, just as he had with Tina, but Lisa didn’t let go, and her momentum just swung around on his arm, as if it was a parallel bar—until he said . . . “ok”. At that moment, Lisa let go, and moving upwards and twisting in mid-air, she landed in front of Marc.

“HAI!” she said as she kicked, which he parried with a blow from his forearm, obviously without any damage.

“HAI!” she said again, leaning back and jumping up in mid-air before she launched the next kick, which he smoothly allowed to miss him by some fraction of an inch, and he turned into it, taking hold of the calf of her left leg . . . and leaning back, he spun her around several times before he flipped her leg upward, and her whole body flipped and she tucked and rolled and landed on her feet.

“HAI!” she said, and when he kicked in defense of her blow, she connected her punch with his foot and he flew backwards about 10 feet, landing on his back. He didn’t seem to be hurt, so from a prone position, he thrust his hips up and landed upright again on his feet facing her.

“HAI!” he said, as he threw a punch toward her face.

As he sailed upwards, Tina and her mother looked up in awe as they watched the arch of his travel through the air, tucking like a gymnast in the Olympics. Somehow, his punch at Lisa’s face resulted in him flying upward, landing perhaps 20 feet from the place where he had been—but he landed on his feet.

And then, he clasped his hands and bowed to Lisa and then turned and bowed to Tina and her mother.

Lisa bowed to him, and then to them, as well.

The rest of the room had seen it all, too, and started to applaud enthusiastically. Tina and her mother just stood there looking stunned.

“Well, now maybe you might understand how much stronger she is than I am,” Marc said to them calmly, without a trace of concern.

“May I ask something?” Tina’s mother asked.

“Sure,” both Lisa and Marc replied.

“Is this a choreography that you both do? I mean, have you ever done that before?”

Lisa and Marc looked at each other and both of them coughed.

“Uhmm . . . no. What we just did is something that we’ve never done before, not ever. And I don’t even know if I could do choreography, even if someone told me that I should learn it,” Lisa said.

Marc looked at them and shrugged. “No, I’m just like Lisa, and I thought we could help you understand. She and I just met a few days ago, and Wendy asked if I would be willing to be a body-guard for the court appearance. That’s all there was to it.”

“Wow!” Tina exclaimed. “Can you teach me to do that, please? I mean, like what The Butler Lady did, when those guys were trying to rape me. Can you?”

Marc looked at Lisa, who looked back, then shook his head.

“Uhmm, no, child . . . I’m sorry, but we’re not teachers, so the best we can do is to help you find a good sensei to teach you. You need to practice a lot and do your school assignments, too, ok?” Lisa replied.

“But you’re the Butler Lady . . . you did something that has all of San Antonio talking . . . and it’s gone viral on Facebook, and you even made it to the evening news, and even the court judge thought you deserved a medal . . . If you teach me, then no one else can say they learned from the famous Butler Lady . . . I’d be the one and only! Please—please—please?”

Lisa looked at her and sighed. “I’m sorry, but I’m not a good teacher. But, I’ll help you find a sensei. Maybe you could learn from the person who taught me, if he is still teaching. But, it would cost money, so that’s something you can talk over with your mom. When I was growing up, I worked after school at a grocery store to earn the money for my lessons.”

“We’ll talk about it later, Tina,” her mom told her gently. “Right now, we’re here to celebrate with Lisa.”

Stacy broke in and said to Tina, “Would you like to come help me with the food? I’m supposed to be helping the Master Chef, since I’m his apprentice. Come on! I’ll show you some of the things I helped prepare.” So, Tina went with her over to the food carts, and began talking with the cooks, who gave them assignments to put out the food on the various tables.

Katie and Krystal brought the rest of them their drinks, and they started sampling the hors d' oeuvres. After Marc, Kari, Lisa and Tina’s mom, Dora, had found seats, Wendy and Josie came around to chat briefly like the gracious hosts they always were. Wendy had been discussing some legal matter of high significance with her attorneys, which soon continued in the other side of the party area.

“This is an incredible place,” Dora commented, sipping her martini. “It’s not often that I get to celebrate with such important people.”

“Oh, we’re just ordinary folks,” Lisa said. “Even Wendy and Josie often wear ragged sweatshirts and torn-up jeans and drive around in a beat-up Toyota.”

Kari laughed at that. “That was a huge surprise to me, too. When I first met them, I had no idea who they were. I had my mouth open all the way from the front door to here, the first time we came over.” She left out the sexual parts of their beginnings.

“Well, if you don’t mind, I will still think of you as somewhat unusual people. Lisa, I know, is the chaffuese here, and Kari I know is a librarian—but, do you mind if I ask what you do, Marc?”

“I’m a bouncer at a bar downtown,” he said mildly. “As the saying goes, I don’t even work here,” he said grinning.

“I see. That makes sense, with all of those muscles of yours,” she said giggling.

Kari looked at her. “May we ask what you do? For work, I mean.”

“I’m the administrative assistant to the CEO of a company which makes computer parts.”

“Wow! That’s a busy industry these days,” Lisa commented, taking a sip of her drink. Kari noticed that a light of sorts flickered in her eyes, as she sipped, giving the impression of being excited and pleased.

“Well, yes it is. The business competition is pretty intense. But, it’s paying the bills for Tina and me.”

“Speaking of bills,” Lisa interjected, “I hope I didn’t create a problem about suggesting the Tae Kwon Do lessons.”

“Not at all. Tina seems to be very invested in that goal, though, so I’m hoping we can figure out how to do it. The only problem with the job idea is with present labor laws, she’s too young to legally work at age 14.”

“She can volunteer at the library,” Kari mentioned. “And, maybe we can figure out another source for the lesson fees until she is old enough.”

“Ah, and so she’ll help at the library in lieu of a job until she’s old enough, you mean?”

“It was just a thought.”

“It’s a good one, though. I’ve been having trouble getting her to do something productive, and that might be something she would find interesting. Thank you for your suggestion.”

The party was pretty tame until Dora said that Tina needed to get to bed, since she still had school tomorrow. Tina wasn’t happy about it, but she seemed to feel intimidated by the mansion and so she got ready to go. Joe went out and brought one of the smaller limos around to the front to take them home, since Lisa had been drinking, so she could not drive. Wendy’s attorneys had already called it a night and had gone home about 30 minutes before, so Wendy and Josie moved to nearby chairs, apparently discussing what had been said.

Tina stopped her mom on the way out and went over to where Stacy was sorting some of the dessert plates. “Thank you for letting me help with the food,” Tina told Stacy wistfully. Wendy, Josie, Kari and Lisa were nearby, and her mother was also close enough to hear.

“You were a great help, and I’m glad you were here,” Stacy replied with a warm smile. “Thank you for helping me!”

“Can I come and help again sometime?”

“Your mom and I were talking earlier that you might start helping at the library where I work,” Kari broke in.

“That would be a great idea! I started out there, and sometimes I still volunteer there,” Stacy told her. “It’s a great place to start!”

“Uhmm . . . so, maybe you could be there to help me start out?” Tina asked Stacy timidly, her hands clasped down in front of her, her arms straight out, swinging back and forth like she was feeling vulnerable. “I liked the way you showed me how to do stuff tonight. I didn’t feel like you were . . . uhmm . . . I thought . . . uhmm . . . you treated me like I was an adult, not like they are at school. They treat me like I’m a dunce because I don’t get very good grades.”

“So . . . you don’t get very good grades to get them back, do you?” Stacy asked astutely, ever the insightful one.

Tina blinked, and then sighed. “Yeah, probably. I don’t know. Sometimes, I think I’m dumb, too, because nobody likes me much, and I get . . . I feel embarrassed a lot, so I just hide . . . I think.”

“Oh . . . That gets pretty rough,” Stacy commented sincerely.

“How would you know? You probably get straight A’s, and you’re popular and you’re an apprentice to a Master Chef who works for a billionaire! Everybody likes you here!” Tina flared at her, in a typically adolescent fashion, and then covered her eyes while the tears appeared running down her cheeks under her hands.

Stacy looked a bit shocked, and then looked despairingly at the others.

Wendy cleared her throat.

“Uhmm . . . Tina?”

“Yes, Ma’am?” Tina replied softly, her voice full of tears, still covering her eyes.

“I’m very sorry to interrupt, but would you please come and sit beside me here on the loveseat?”

“Uhmm . . . Mama said it was time to go, and I’ve already messed things up, so I better go, Ma’am,” Tina replied.

Wendy looked at Dora, who nodded to her and opened her hands, in a gesture of ‘do what you will’. Then Dora said, “Tina? I can wait . . . you can do what Wendy has asked you to do. She even apologized for interrupting, so you don’t need to be rude to her in return.”

Tina tried to wipe off her tears and then she went over and sat down next to Wendy, as far away as she could on the loveseat, her head down and her hands clasped in her lap. “I’m sorry.”

“For what?” Wendy asked.

“For everything!” she said, covering her eyes and weeping again.

“For everything . . . hummm . . . that’s quite a lot,” Wendy said in a gentle, musing voice. “So . . . you’re sorry for . . . the national economy . . . the civil war . . . and terrorism . . . and bad breath . . . the rising cost of insurance . . . and . . . ”

“Uhmm . . . Ma’am? I get it . . . not all that. Uhmm . . . I’m just having a hard time with things right now, Ma’am.”

“It seems so, that’s true. So, back to what you said to me, though . . . what are you sorry about, if I may ask?”

Joe appeared in the doorway, and sensing that the conversation had delayed his passengers for good reason, he went over to the bar and drew a cup of tea from the crock used for that purpose, added the other ingredients from the liquor bottles, and sat down in a comfortable chair to watch and listen.

“I can certainly understand having a hard time, my dear Tina. I have very hard days sometimes, too, you know.”

“YOU? Aren’t you a billionaire? How could a billionaire have a hard time?”

“Well . . . technically, I am a billionaire, but only in the sense that if I wanted all that money, I could probably shut down all my factories and lay off hundreds of thousands of workers, who are people just like you and me, and then lay awake at night, crying myself to sleep because so many people died or went into poverty because of what I chose to do. Or, in a smaller way, I could just shut down one factory and hundreds of people would be out of a job.”

Tina looked up at her. “Have you ever done that?”

“You tell me . . . what do you think?”

Tina looked down. “I can’t imagine you doing that.”

“Well, then you are incorrect, but I can understand why you think so.”

Tina looked up, “You did that? I don’t understand.”

“Well, I once had to close down a factory because it was making something destructive, although none of us knew that at the time we started it. Hundreds of people suddenly lost their jobs. We offered training for new jobs and spent literally millions retraining them for similar jobs. But, of course, they blamed me for losing their jobs, anyway. ”

“So, what did you do?”

“You mean, besides crying myself to sleep every night while I worried about them?”

Tina looked at her.

“No, Ma’am . . . I think I get it . . . that was a very hard day.”

“Or . . . year . . . I mean . . . it was a very hard year. The truth is, I don’t know that I’ll ever feel very good about that whole situation, even though I had no idea that what we were trying to do was something that was destructive to people and the environment. We started out with what seemed to be a good idea, and it turned out to be destructive. We never intended it to be . . . but it turned out that way.”

“Oh. . . . I see, Ma’am . . . or, at least, I think I see.”

“But, that’s not the reason I asked you to come sit beside me, Tina,” Wendy told her gently.

“Oh . . . I’m sorry . . . uhmm . . . I didn’t . . . no, I don’t know why you asked me,” she stuttered.

“Well . . . let’s suppose that I found out that a friend of mine had sort of accidently discovered a really enthusiastic and talented teenage girl, who wanted to succeed somehow, even though she had nothing to start with . . . and, since we’ve already mentioned, I have more money than I can use each day, so I’m always looking for a way to help . . . so, my friend told me about her, and found out that her mom used to get so drunk that she would let her boyfriends have . . . uhmm . . . their way, so to speak . . . with her daughter, and so the daughter had to drop out of school, and . . . well, it’s not a pretty story after that. She had nothing, no money, no job, very few clothes . . . nobody liked her, because she wasn’t popular—that is, until we found her.”

Tina looked up.

“Would you like to have a guess as to who that girl is?”

Tina looked down, clearly in dismay. “No, Ma’am.”

“Well, you know her, Tina.”

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