Author: SM

Title: Her New Name

Part: 26

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 26

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

By SM

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From Part 25 (Tina):

Tina tried to wipe the tears off her face, 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, 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,” she continued, still awaiting Tina’s response.

“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 to hold all that money, I would have to sell off 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 had chosen to do. Or, in a smaller way, I could just shut down one factory and hundreds of people would be out of a job—if I wanted all that money just for myself. I really think I’m more of a manager of a billion dollars, not so much an owner of them. Some days, I think they might own me.”

Tina looked up at her. “Have you ever done that? Close down a factory and lay off hundreds of people?”

“You tell me . . . what do you think?”

Tina looked down. “I can’t imagine you doing that . . . uhmm . . . Ma’am.”

“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. You have bad days, too.”

“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 there was a really enthusiastic and talented teenage girl, who just wanted to be loved and to find a place where she fit in somehow, even though she had nothing to start with. It came out that her mom used to get so drunk every night that she would pass out, which let her mom’s boyfriends have . . . uhmm . . . their way, so to speak, with her daughter. You were ALMOST raped, but she WAS forced to do things she didn’t want to do. So she left home and had to drop out of school, and . . . well, it’s not a pretty story at all. This young lady had nothing, no money, no job, very few clothes . . . nobody liked her because she couldn’t buy the latest fashion clothes, and no one had even taught her how to blow-dry her hair, so she wasn’t popular, and even her mother didn’t care about her. She had nowhere to go.”

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.”

“I do? . . . Who is she?” Tina asked. “Please?”

“Her name is Stacy.”

Tina’s eyes widened, and she caught her breath. Then she slowly turned and looked at Stacy, who looked back at her with moist eyes. “This Stacy?” When Stacy just turned her head away, and looked down, a glint of tears in her eye, she exclaimed, “Oh, my god . . . and I just said . . . “

“Yes, Tina. . . . so, my point is that you were unkind and unfair when you said what you said to her a few moments ago. Stacy didn’t grow up here or have everything handed to her. She works hard in the kitchen for Joe, my chef. I thought you needed to know that. Stacy has been kind to you, and did her best to include you and help you feel accepted here, so perhaps you might learn to think a bit more carefully before you speak so harshly. On the other hand, all of us have said and done things like that, so I don’t want you to think that you’ve done something unforgiveable. It is, however, always a situation for us to learn from.”

Tina’s face had turned white, and she had to swallow several times before she said, “Yes, Ma’am. . . . I’m sorry.” Her eyes were on Stacy, who was still looking down, fighting to keep the tears from falling. “I’m sorry, Stacy . . . I’m so sorry. I didn’t know you had . . . I didn’t know . . . I shouldn’t have said . . .”

“It’s ok,” Stacy said, looking at her through tears brimming on the bottom of her eyelids.

“So, let’s start over, shall we?” Wendy suggested.

“Yes, Ma’am,” both Tina and Stacy replied in unison.

“First off, you are all invited to a show we’ll be having here next Saturday—THE BEAT OF SAN ANTONIO will be visiting, so I’ve asked them to entertain us.”

“THE BEAT OF SAN ANTONIO? Are you kidding? They’re the hottest dance group in the whole world. They are coming here?” Tina asked incredulously.

“Well, yes . . . uhmm . . . we all know them. They had their first professional audition here. Kari and Stacy were here to see it, although they all knew each other before that,” Wendy replied.

Tina turned to Kari and Stacy. “You know them? I mean like, personally?”

Kari actually blushed, and Stacy looked a bit embarrassed, too. “They use the library where I work,” Kari told her. She didn’t mention they’d had several orgies with them, knowing that would be a bit more than Tina could handle.

“So, anyway, you are invited here next Saturday to watch them perform, and we’ll have dinner with them afterwards. My chef, Joseph Dupont, creates world famous dinners, so I’m sure you’ll enjoy all of it. Let us know if you can come, please, won’t you?” Wendy asked, looking at Dora.

“I’m sure we can, Ms. Marcella, so please include us,” Dora replied. “I’ve heard of their wonderful performances, and I’d love to watch them perform in person. What would we owe you for tickets?”

“Please call me ‘Wendy’, Dora. . . . and, Lisa? Make sure arrangements are made to provide Dora and Tina transportation for that event, please,” Wendy requested with a smile.

“Yes, Ma’am. I’ll put them on the schedule,” Lisa replied.

“I truly appreciate you offering to buy tickets, but there is no need, Dora. They are our friends, so there really aren’t any tickets.”

“And Joe, please include them for the marvelous dinner you always create, as well,” Wendy continued.

“Yes, Ma’am. We always make enough for a few more than we expect, just in case, so that will be easy.”

“Good.”

After Tina and Dora had left with Joe, the celebration became a lot more sexual. As it turned out, the butler costumes could be changed, so after Lisa showed them all how to make the adjustments, they were all “bottomless,” except for changing to new pantyhose, which were crotch-less, so their pussies were exposed. Kari felt more than naked, similar to when she wore the bikini that Stacy pushed her into wearing that day at the picnic.

Stacy couldn’t keep her hands off of her, and kissed her way down to lick her pussy, mewing with pleasure.’
“You’re so beautiful, my lover,” Stacy commented, “and I just can’t resist either. Would that be a problem for you? I mean if I licked your cunt lips and made you cum?”

“Uhmm . . . no, I think I can handle it,” Kari said, proud that her voice sounded in favor. There had been a time when she couldn’t affirm or agree with anything sexual, especially when other people were around them, even if it had become a private party.

Stacy’s enthusiasm was very effective and Kari squealed out several orgasms before she finally begged her to stop. “We need to get back to the party, Lover Doll,” she said, trying to catch her breath.

“Ok . . . if we have to,” Stacy said with a sigh.

“Patience, Little One,” Kari said impromptu, touching a finger to the end of Stacy’s nose. “I promise that we’ll have some more time together next weekend.” Stacy smiled at her new name, and acquiesced, reaching up with her tongue to lick Kari’s finger, blushing all the same.

When they returned to the living room, high energy music was playing fairly loudly, and Lisa was the star of the show, sitting in a chair which was almost as wide as a loveseat with a high back, a tiara (which Wendy had given her) on her brow blazing brightly against her black hair, her black butler outfit open so Katie and Krystal could suck on her nipples, her high heels wrapped around Brenda’s back who was licking Lisa’s pussy enthusiastically. As they watched, Lisa squealed and humped up hard, clearly having an orgasm.

A semi-circle of armchairs were facing Lisa, allowing their occupants a great view of the action. Mason was in one of the chairs with Tiffany sucking on him, and Josie and Wendy were on a loveseat, wrapped up in each other’s arms, necking and fondling. Melinda was there, along with Victoria, Terrell and Marc, as well as Bunny and even Jacquie. There were also several other women who Kari hadn’t ever met, but they were also wearing bottomless butler costumes with crotch-less pantyhose. They were all sipping drinks and enjoying the show.

Joe was sitting on one of the arm chairs, his trousers off and his feet up on an ottoman, jerking his cock slowly as he watched them. Kari and Stacy went over to him. “Not to interrupt, but may we join you?” Kari asked.

He smiled up at both of them. “Sure! Help yourself!”

Kari moved over and reached out to his shoulders and kissed him, while Stacy bent down and started licking Joe’s hand as he jerked on his cock. She clasped her hands gently around his and started helping him pump up and down . . . until he let go and let her take over. She mewed in delight as her lips engulfed his cock and she began sucking, her head bobbing up and down with the movements of her hand.

Lisa looked up, and asked for a break, reaching over to the small table on her right for her drink to sip. She got up, somewhat unsteadily, and walked over to Marc’s chair, and slipped into his lap, her arms around his neck. He smiled at her, and she kissed him on the lips, taking one of his hands and putting it between her legs. With that invitation, Marc felt her up with a great deal of enthusiasm. Her top was still open, so he had easy access to her boobs, too, which he mauled roughly and pulled on her nipples, knowing Lisa’s enjoyment of the pain dimension of sex.

After some time enjoying that, Lisa broke the kiss and leaned over and whispered into his ear. His face took on a thoughtful expression, and his mouth framed the word ‘ok’. They both stood up and he reached down with his right hand between her legs and inserted two middle fingers into her pussy. Lisa leaned in toward him with her hands on his shoulders, and he lifted her up with his right arm. He was lifting her only by her pussy, her entire weight on her clit against his hand and his fingers against her G-spot inside her.

By the time his arm was straight out from his shoulder, Lisa was cumming more or less continuously, her thighs clasped around his hand, clearly pulsing with one orgasm after another. Her squeals of pleasure matched the pulses of her cums: “MMMM . . . MMMM . . . MMMM . . . MMMM . . . MMMM . . . MMMM . . . MMMM . . . MMMM . . . MMMM . . . MMMM . . . MMMM . . . MMMM . . . “ until she finally passed out. Kari had never seen her pass out during sex, so ‘The Lift” was quite impressive.

Marc let her down, and gently put her in his chair, waving to the cooking staff and calling for some water and a towel. He pulled up one of the ottomans and sat down in front of her and carefully used the towel to wipe the sweat off of her face and neck. Katie and Krystal were there beside him, rubbing her wrists. Then he touched the glass of water to her mouth, tipping it forward. When the water touched her lips, Lisa’s mouth moved and her tongue reached out for it. He carefully gave her just a bit at a time, until her eyes opened with a startled expression, and she jumped a bit, Katie and Krystal trying to hold her arms.

“Oh! . . . Oh!“ she exclaimed, as her eyes came back into focus. “WOW!” She reached out for Marc, and pulled him into her arms, breathing hard. Kari saw Marc’s eyes grow soft as she hugged him tightly. She pulled back and looked him in the eyes, then kissed him passionately, climbing into his lap with her legs on each side. Her hips started to hump against him.

It wasn’t long until his cock was out and she was fucking him up and down very enthusiastically on it. She seemed to be almost frantic with lust for him, asking him to please pinch and pull up her nipples. “Slap my face, call me a whore! I’m a nasty slut! I’m just a cunt!”

He did all of those things and more, until she finally collapsed into his arms again, her lips seeking his. Her mews of pleasure continued with her every breath for a rather long time.

Around them, people were pairing up and having all kinds of fun, like Terrell fucking Jacquie’s ass while she was sitting on his lap, and Melinda was 69’ing Victoria. Wendy had traded for Krystal, who was sitting on her face while she reached up from below to fondle her young boobs; Josie, in turn, had Katie sitting on her lap facing forward while she had two fingers buried in her cunt, giving her a hickey on her neck from behind.

After Stacy had enjoyed sucking on Joe’s cock for awhile, she had guided his stiff rod into Kari’s pussy and started licking on his balls. By then, Kari’s top was open so Joe was sucking on her boobs enthusiastically. Kari slid her wet pussy up and down his hard-on, and it wasn’t long before he was shooting his load inside her as she came with him. She settled back down a bit, his cock still in her cunt, with their combined cum squirting out around his rod and her cunt lips. Stacy was in perfect position to lick and suck to clean it off, and she got right to it, obviously was enjoying the flavors, judging by her sounds of pleasure.

Mason was on top tit-fucking one of the women Kari hadn’t met, her rather large natural boobs molded around his cock, and she was licking the head of his cock every time it slid through toward her mouth. One of the other women who was rather heavy-set was sitting on Tiffany’s face, while Brenda French-kissed her. Tiffany was spanking her own cunt rather hard, and twisting her nipples with her other hand. Mason watched her spank her cunt for awhile and shot his cum onto the tongue and neck of the women he was tit-fucking. She reached up with her hands and smeared most of it all over her boobs, swallowing the cum on her tongue. She smiled up at Mason and thanked him, then went to join Terrell and Jacquie, showing much interest in Terrell’s big cock and great stamina. The other woman who Kari didn’t know went over to Mason in her place, leaning over with her arms on his shoulders, asking him to slap and punch her big boobs which were then hanging down in front of his face, since she’d noticed his interest in Tiffany spanking her cunt.

Bunny had been finger-fucking herself while she watched Stacy lick the cum off of Kari’s cunt and Joe’s cock, so she went over and started licking Stacy’s pussy lips. Stacy moaned in response to her ministrations, and as soon as she had more or less cleaned up Kari’s cunt and Joe’s cock, she turned and started playing with Bunny’s boobs and fingering her cunt. They both came again a few moments later.

After awhile, of course, they needed a break from the action, so Wendy suggested the hot-tub. As they moved over to that room, Katie and Krystal had to take a break from sex and return briefly to their maid servant duties, gathering up all of the black butler costumes, and serving everyone another drink. There were plenty of snacks left, so those carts were simply moved over to the new location. Kari noticed that it was the younger ones of the group like Stacy, Katie and Krystal who went over and grabbed a few more bites to eat. The ones closer to her own age hadn’t burned off what they’d eaten earlier, it appeared. The music was changed to something more soothing and less energetic, which Kari appreciated, since she was starting to run out of steam.

Joe and Kari ended up next to Marc and Lisa in the hot-tub, and Kari noticed that Lisa was holding Marc a lot more intimately than she’d ever seen her hold anyone—except when they’d slept in each other’s arms. Lisa had her arms around Marc and kept looking at him with wide open eyes. Marc looked back at her, apparently not in the least uncomfortable with her staring at him.

“You seem to have something on your mind,” he commented musingly, as they sat in the hot-tub.

“I don’t know,” Lisa replied.

“You don’t know if you have something on your mind?”

“Yes. . . . I mean, yes, I have something on my mind, but I don’t think it’s . . . I don’t have the right to . . . uhmm . . . I’m sorry,” she mumbled, shaking her head, her eyes brimming with tears. But, she couldn’t seem to stop looking at him.

“Well, ok, let’s assume that you don’t have a right to think whatever you’re thinking, but tell me anyway,” Marc finally suggested. “I’m not very good at reading minds.”

Lisa looked very vulnerable, and cleared her throat. “<ahem> I never thought it would happen to me . . . and, uhmm . . . you’re way out of . . . out of . . . reach for me.” She looked a bit panicked that she’d even said that much.

Marc scratched his jaw and looked at her. “Lisa,” he said gently. “I like being close to you, if that helps.”

“You do?”

“Yes,” he said, again in sort of a musing tone. “You’re beautiful, talented, sexy, strong, intelligent, competent and fun to be with, even when you’re kinky. I don’t know anybody else who is all those things. I know some who are some of those things, but no one else who is ALL of them. Maybe it would help if you just told me what you meant would never happen to you.”

Lisa dropped her eyes, and hid behind her hair. She murmured something.

“Pardon me?” Marc asked. “I didn’t catch that.”

She took a deep breath. “Uhmm . . . fall in love . . . with a guy,” and tears began to fall onto his chest below her face.

Marc looked very thoughtful. “So, you’re saying you’re falling in love with me, is that it?” he asked gently.

She nodded, and then she just hugged him and hid her face in his neck. “I’m sorry,” her voice squeaked out of her hug. Kari could feel her fear and pain, and she knew Lisa was still crying.

Marc looked even more thoughtful, but he just held her for a long time. Finally he said gently, “Lisa?”

She pulled back, and looked down, tried to wipe the tears from her face, and she ran her hand down his chest where her tears had traveled.

“I’ll be honest . . . in the past, what you just said would have been uncomfortable to me, and unwanted. But, not this time. Not this time. This time, I’m interested, too. And, I’m wondering if it’s happening to me, too. I never thought it would happen to me, either. Falling in love, I mean.”

Lisa froze as solid as a statue, and her hand stopped trying to rub away the tears she’d cried on his chest. It was as though time had stopped.

“This time . . . I’d like to give it a try. Maybe we could make it work,” he offered after a long silence.

Lisa took three deep breaths, and then slowly she lifted her eyes to look at him. “It’s crazy,” she said softly.

“Oh, well,” he said, chuckling. “Like, what part of our lives isn’t crazy?”

“You . . . uhmm . . . really mean it? . . . I mean that you might be falling in love with me, too?” Lisa asked.

He looked at her directly, and his eyes grew soft, like Kari had seen when he was hugging her. “Yes,” he replied softly.

She threw her arms around his neck and hugged him, squealing like a teenager who’d just heard very good news. They shared lots of kisses and hugs for as long as they could stay in the hot-tub. For the rest of the evening, Lisa was on Marc’s lap as much as it was possible.

He didn’t seem to mind.

The three day promise to the news media came to fullness, so everyone who had been involved came to Wendy’s mansion to watch Lisa in her interview. They set up in the conservatory (otherwise known as the greenhouse), and Wendy and Josie’s crew had arranged everything to be very comfortable. As Wendy and Josie had told Joe to go “all out,” the food tables arranged around the room were full of very high quality dishes of almost every kind, each with a matching wine—from San Antonio style fried chicken, chili rellenos, very spicy green chili and pheasant-under-glass to chicken cordon bleu, from gourmet made-to-order hamburgers to herb-crusted prime rib complete with choice of au jus and/or horseradish ginger sauce, from French onion soup hot from the oven to New England Clam Chowder, from New Zealand leg-of lamb to authentic shawarma just like you could buy in Tiberias, Israel, from Siberian pelmeni to the best of China’s jiaozi—all interspersed with an equal variety of freshly steamed or appropriately uncooked vegetables—and the seafood table would have been the envy of any restaurant in the world, just as the dessert table would have very likely had visiting gourmets bowing in worship had they been invited.

They also had a full salad and fruit bar—but as Joe predicted, it was little used by the visiting media, since they were too full after filling their plates from the other tables (although, the regular mansion staff had lots of salad shrimp and falafel, gyros and other pita bread and sandwich ingredients to take home afterwards . . . not to mention the leftovers from the other main tables. Rumor had it later that the food from that one dinner fed something like 200 other people as an estimate, since whatever the staff didn’t take was donated to several of the local homeless shelters). The food was so good, one of the reporters asked later for an interview with Master Chef Joe Dupont, saying it would be a great addition to their cooking channel. No public buffet would have had a chance, had they been compared. The only thing missing was pasta and other Italian foods, because Joe said it wasn’t the most popular in the present time, as it included too many carbs. Many of the other dishes did, too, he said, but most people didn’t know that.

Lisa sat gracefully wearing her black butler outfit in a wide-backed wicker chair, together with the three very well-fed interviewers from Channel 4: Mark Anders, Kacey Freeman, and Janet Moore. A very large LED screen hung on the wall behind them, showing the Channel 4 insignia. Lisa had insisted that Marc be there, although he refused to actually sit next to her in view of the camera, pointing out that she was a 6^th Degree Black Belt, so she could certainly defend herself. So, he was in the chair just to the left of the interview area, only about 8 feet away from her. She replied that she wasn’t talking about being physically defended, only that she wanted his emotional support. In return, he said she had “a TON” more emotion and passion than he had ever known, and he knew absolutely nothing about speaking to the public, so she still wasn’t in need of his presence on the video—but he would be there only a few feet away, and hug her both before and after, guaranteed. She accepted that, although clearly still a bit miffed. Marc looked over at Kari and Stacy and pointed at himself, and signaled a hand slicing his throat, then an open hand gesture and wry smile. Kari just grimaced wryly with him, and Stacy gave him a ‘thumbs-up’ since she didn’t know any other way to encourage him. Kari thought at the time that his offer to hug her both before and after was, all the same, a very warm expression of his growing love for Lisa.

However, Wendy had volunteered to sit next to her after that discussion, so she sat in another wide-backed wicker chair to Lisa’s right, facing the interviewers. Wendy had also gone all out for the occasion, and was wearing a pale blue dress with real sapphires sewn into it in a swirl sort of pattern around her hips and up and around her breasts, which would have been the envy of a Queen of any country in Europe or Asia. In fact, after the newscast was aired, she did have inquiries from the royal houses of several overseas countries.

“Only a few days ago, Channel 4 News was on the Bexar County Court Complex steps filming the arrival of the infamous “Butler Lady” as she had been called to be present at a preliminary hearing. (The background screen overhead showed Lisa’s arrival, including the crowd chanting “YO! BABY! BUTLER LADY!”)

“At that time, we arranged an exclusive interview with her, Ms. Lisa Marie Mancini, whose recent exploits have become legendary, even beyond the local area of San Antonio. So, here we are . . . how are you today, Lisa?” Janet Moore began.

“I’m doing very well, thank you,” Lisa responded, a bit nervously, in a mezzo-soprano voice.

“You seem to be a very shy and humble person, so I was wondering how it felt to hear the crowd chant in your support at the court house the other day.”

“It was actually very un-nerving, although part of me was very happy to hear it . . . I’m a shy person, as you said, so for them to be chanting about me was somewhat difficult. But, I do appreciate all of those who were there in my support, very much.”

“As we agreed just now, you seem to be a very humble person on one hand, and yet your butler costume is rather expressive, much like a magician’s assistant at least in the older versions, without the top hat, but with the black pantyhose, long-tailed tuxedo. Can you tell us where that rather more expressive side of you came from?”

Lisa nodded. “Yes . . . I was a magician’s assistant many years ago, so your observation is quite accurate. I’m not so sure it’s intended to be more expressive as it is simply a part of my identity.”

“When did you begin as a magician’s assistant?”

“I was about 17 or 18 at the time, as I remember,” Lisa replied. Wendy looked thoughtful.

“What made you begin that role, if I may ask,” Kacey Freeman asked, noticing Wendy’s expression.

“I guess that’s a story Wendy . . . uhmm . . . Ms. Marcella should tell you,” Lisa said. “I don’t actually remember a lot of what happened during that time.”

“Ok, then . . . Ms. Marcella, can you tell us more about her becoming a magician’s assistant?”

“Please call me ‘Wendy.’ I much prefer to be a casual person,” Wendy said, gently. “But, yes, I can describe more of what happened.”

“As you wish, Wendy . . . you are Lisa’s employer, is that correct?”

“Yes . . . but it goes much deeper than that. I would do anything to help her as a person.”

“What a wonderful gift . . . but, you were going to tell us about what happened in her life . . .”

“Yes . . . well . . . One day, when I was in my late twenties, we were boating in the Gulf of Mexico, and saw a collision of two boats . . . one of them was much larger than the other, and was essentially a cargo ship, but it was small in that category. The one it had collided with was simply a sailboat. The cargo ship didn’t even bother to stop, so it just went on by. When we maneuvered over to that area, we found only one survivor, a young lady floating in the water in a life jacket. I dived into the water and helped her back to the boat. It was Lisa, and she was about 14 years old at the time. She was incoherent from terror and shock, so we took her in, wrapped her in a blanket and gave her broth and so on. We kept looking for anyone in that area, but we found no one. We tried to call for help, but our radio wasn’t working for some reason, so it wasn’t until later when we reached shore that we found out that Lisa’s parents were both missing and presumed dead. Their bodies were never found.”

“So, what happened after that?”

“After several weeks of being together all the time after the accident, I knew I couldn’t just leave her, but I wasn’t in position to raise her myself, so I took her to a foster home here in San Antonio. I set up a trust fund so she would have no need for money. I visited her very week, or nearly every week, until they released her at age 17, as that particular foster home usually did.”

Lisa’s eyes were brimmed full of tears, but she nodded to everything Wendy said.

“Then, both of us were in a difficult place. Lisa was too young to use the trust fund I had set up . . . but she was no longer in the foster home. I gave her money for daily events, but I couldn’t give her what she really needed from day to day in terms of personal presence. I don’t want to go into details, but I wasn’t in position at the time to give her a home with me, although, I’ve regretted that many times over the past decades since then.”

Lisa turned away from the camera, her eyes bright and brimming with tears, and when Janet opened her mouth to comment, everyone heard Marc cough or clear his throat off camera . . . like an implied warning, meaning “Don’t push it.” So, they just allowed Wendy to continue.

“So, after a couple of weeks after her release from the foster home, she told me she had found a job as a magician’s assistant. Lisa has always been a beautiful girl, and eventually she became a beautiful woman, so this guy had hired her to be his assistant. I was a bit suspicious, but it was her choice, and I didn’t want to interfere. So, that’s how she became a magician’s assistant.”

“Sometime during that portion of her life, she started Tae Kwon Do, as well?”

“Yes. And she was very good at it, so I made sure she was able to ‘earn’ the fees she needed for her lessons. She worked hard, but if she was a dollar or two short, I made sure she still had enough to pay for her lessons. But, the magician wasn’t as honest as her Tae Kwon Do instructors.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, as it turns out, he became jealous of her, so abused her emotionally, physically and sexually, and made her wear a really horrible version of the butler outfit to embarrass her even on stage while they were doing shows. He wouldn’t let her use any make up or do anything to show her beauty—instead he made her look sloppy, and he whipped her daily. When I found out, after a year or so, . . . <ahem> there was the proverbial ‘hell to pay.’”

“What happened to him?”

“<ahem> Well . . . let’s just say that he’s now residing in a Texas State Prison, and although he should be paying for his crimes about how he treated Lisa, he’s serving a long term for murder from another situation.”

“So, now?”

“When she wears her butler outfits, they are the top of the line, and she gets to enjoy being beautiful. I paid for them to be made especially for her by Neiman-Marcus fashion designers. She’s truly ‘The Butler Lady’, in every way.”

“So, Lisa, one day you encountered those three men in the park. Can you recount your steps that day?”

“Uhmm . . . yes, I think I can. I had just left here with the task of driving Brenda back to her home, and we were chatting freely, just fun stuff, you know . . . <ahem> . . . we were driving along and suddenly she almost screamed . . . . I don’t know how to describe the sound . . . ‘whooonnnnNOOO! STOP! STOP! IT’s THEM! IT’S THEM! IT’S THEM!!!’”.

“She was screaming, so I asked . . . almost screamed back . . . something like . . . “WHAT’S Wrong? It’s WHO?”

“THOSE THREE GUYS WHO RAPED KARI!—and she pointed up the slope of the lawn in the park to where three guys were pushing a teenage girl around, and I saw one of them tear her blouse.”

“I’m not sure how fast I was going at the time, but I turned to the curb and hit the brake full stop, smearing rubber all the way, put it in park, 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 . . . basically, 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.”

“Well, it would be good if you could tell us a bit more about that part of what happened. According to the police record and the investigation, you actually ran across 40 yards of recently sprinkler-watered lawn—and therefore soft—in 5-inch high heels. The word used in the news release from the police department was “sprinted”. Even without 5-inch heels, there aren’t many people who would have sprinted 40 yards toward a difficult situation like you did.”

“I have no memory of what ground I may have ran across . . . At the time I was very focused on stopping those three men from raping that girl like they had raped my friend. I honestly don’t remember even touching the ground when we ran to where they were attacking her.”

“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, those were my exact words. I remember thinking that maybe they would stop if I just confronted them.”

“And then?”

“I presume you’ll edit out swear words in this interview before it goes on the air?”

“Yes . . . we will ‘bleep’ out unacceptable words. Go ahead and say whatever you have to say, and we’ll take care of that later.”

“Thank you. The main guy, I don’t know his name said—and I remember it very vividly—“Who do ya’ think ya’ are, ya’ fucking slut? All dressed up and no place to go, is’ ya’? I’ll fuckin’ rape your ass for being such a whore, and I’ll be sure to mess up your purty suit, I will! . . . YEAH!!” Lisa’s imitation of his voice was almost unnerving—clearly it was a memory she’d thought about many times afterward—and not in a positive way, that was clear.

“And then?”

“He just dove toward me, so I punched him several times to make him back off, and when he didn’t, I kicked him in the head.”

“According to the damage reports from the sheriff’s office, his jaw was shattered.”

“Yes, I heard that. That was an accident, in all honesty,” Lisa said.

“I’m not sure I understand what you mean . . . you did kick him intentionally, if I understood you just now . . . but . . . it was an accident?”

“<ahem> I do hope that I will have some clemency for what I say here . . . let me say, however, that with my mindset at the time, it could have been much worse for him.”

“So, the accidental part is that you could have been more damaging to him, is that what you mean?”

“As advised by my attorneys, I’m not going to admit to anything usable in court, so let’s just say that’s one of the possibilities.”

“So, may I ask, what could have been some of the results which would have been worse?”

“After my warning punches, he kept coming, so by then it felt like it was do or die. I wasn’t willing to be the one to die, so I kicked him. I could easily have broken his neck, but I didn’t do that,” she replied quite calmly. “His threats angered me deeply, so my intent was a bit more intense than usual, as compared to not being angry. Perhaps the soft ground limited me, so he is still alive today. Perhaps . . . now, I’m just very happy that I’m not responsible for his death.”

“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.”

“So, what happened after that.”

“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 after it was in my hand 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. There was only a split second to decide where to aim the knife, so it wasn’t planned beforehand on my part. I thought at the time that it was better than aiming at his heart. I didn’t want to be responsible for his death. I wasn’t trying to kill him.”

“Given that you hold a Black Belt, you could have killed him if you had wanted to, though—is that correct?”

“Yes, I could have.” Lisa looked very uncomfortable at that comment.

“And then the third man tried to run away . . . what happened then?”

“When I saw him get up and head for the trees, my thought was that he was just as much a part of this as the other two, and they had already raped someone else, so I didn’t want him to be free to do that again. So, I looked around and luckily we were close to a rocked-in bush area. I picked up the first rock I saw there and threw it at him.”

“According to the police reports, the rock—although it was actually a piece of concrete—which they found close by the third man weighed about 6 pounds, although it was shaped long and narrow. That’s a lot of ‘rock’ to throw. The mother of the teen who was being accosted said that you threw it side-arm style, somewhat like throwing a boomerang. In comparison, a high school shot put weighs 12 pounds. An Olympic discus weighs about 4 and a half pounds. But, it didn’t seem to you to be too heavy to use to stop the third man from escaping?”

“Uhmm . . . no, not at the time. I don’t remember feeling the rock . . . er, uhmm . . . concrete, after I picked it up, actually.”

“About how far did you throw it to stop him.”

“I don’t know. Maybe 20 or 30 feet or so, just a guess.”

“Just to let you know, the police report said they measured the distance between the closest marks in the grass from your heels to where they estimated the rock to hit him, both from his location where they found him and from the foot prints, and it was approximately 50 feet, perhaps as much as 55 feet. The distance between the pitcher’s mound and home plate in a major league baseball field is 60 feet, only 5 or 10 feet further than that—but a baseball only weighs about 5 ounces. And the impact was enough to break his hip and pelvis bones in several places. The doctors at the hospital estimated that the concrete you threw at him was traveling from about 50 to 60, perhaps even as much as 70 miles per hour when it struck him.”

Lisa blushed. “Uhmm . . . I don’t know what to say to that, Ma’am. I just threw it to stop him, and I knew he was running, so that was my only thought: that I should stop him. I don’t remember thinking about how heavy it might have been, or how far I had to throw it.”

“Remind me to never make you angry,” Mark Anders said, grinning, and the others laughed comfortably.

“Yes, sir,” Lisa said, still blushing. “I’ll try. Someone else said the same thing to me not long ago. <ahem> . . . But, I need to say . . . it’s very important to me . . . I want you and everyone else to know that I’m not a violent person. Please don’t make this situation—or, me—some kind of role model for behavior. I hope I will never have to be in a situation like this, ever again. And, I hope most of all . . . <she took a deep breath> . . . I hope that no one else . . . like this young lady . . . or my good friend from the library . . . will ever have to face a situation like that again. Not here in San Antonio. Not in America. Not anywhere. Not ever again.”

Janet Moore and company seemed to be at loss for words and sat in a stunned silence for that moment.

“Words of hope and a challenge for change from The Butler Lady . . . Mark Anders, Kacey Freeman, and Janet Moore . . . Channel 4 News.”

The TV film crew had more of a great time raiding the food tables after the interview was over. Lisa excused herself from the interview area, and Wendy spent about an hour afterwards with the three interviewers, who she apparently knew from previous conversations and other interviews. As soon as Lisa left the set, she was immediately surrounded by admirers from the film crew, so she wasn’t able to escape right away.

Then Marc appeared and moved to her side, and she took his arm. He simply stood upright and put his other hand on hers, and looked around at the admirers with a smile. That curbed their enthusiasm, so Lisa was able to escape rather easily on his arm, much to their dismay.

Josie stepped in intercepting them, and offered the ice cream and frozen yogurt bar (staffed by Stacy, Tina and Bunny) for their further enjoyment, so their dismay was short-lived. Instead they enjoyed the ice cream and yogurt in cones made from a waffle-maker as the original cones were invented so many years ago. Stacy and Bunny were dressed in ‘Butler Lady’ costumes, showing a lot of cleavage, so they served quite a few cones. Tina was wearing a Butler lady costume which was not so revealing, since she was underage. Stacy told Kari later that she had been asked out for dinner by 4 of the guys and 2 of the women, and Bunny said, ironically, that she had, too—although, they had asked her after Stacy had politely turned them down. “She’s soooo sexy, you know . . . sexier than I am,” Bunny said, which made Stacy blush. Kari worried a bit about Tina being exposed to that, but she seemed to be content with enjoying being close to Stacy. As her mother said later, this was probably the most exciting event in her young life, which was a good thing. She had worried more about the risk that Tina was fighting depression, but she’s stopped worrying about it with the recent events.

After that interview, Channel 4 News started a new series about preventing sexual violence in San Antonio with the title headline of: “Not here in San Antonio. Not in America. Not anywhere. Not ever again.” The opening clip of each episode was The Butler Lady saying that from the interview: “And, I hope most of all . . . <deep breath, with tears in her eyes> . . . I hope that no one else . . . will ever have to face a situation like that again. Not here in San Antonio. Not in America. Not anywhere. Not ever again.” Lisa’s face and voice had such conviction that everyone knew those phrases from that day on.

The coffee shop talk turned from crude jokes about The Butler Lady cutting that guy’s balls off to those four phrases. Even the older people around town started greeting each other, saying as they were shaking hands, “Not here in San Antonio. Not in America. Not ANYWHERE. Not ever again,” and the African-American younger crowd turned it into a rap rhythm and they danced to it on the street with a great deal of enthusiasm. One of the local Tejano bands released a song using those phrases, although translated into Spanish, which hit the local top 10.

That next Saturday, they all met again at the mansion to see THE BEAT OF SAN ANTONIO. Tina was so excited, she was almost impossible to understand when she spoke, and she jumped up and down until her face was sweaty and Stacy had to take her arm to settle her down. “You’ll love them—they are great people, so just chill a bit, ok?”

Tina looked up at Stacy, took a deep breath and did as Stacy had asked, although it was clearly a hard step for her. Kari noticed that Stacy was functioning as an adult with Tina, although they were nearly the same age, and she wondered if she had made it worse with her relationship with Stacy. That moment lasted only as long as the sound of Joe’s introduction, with the drum roll in the background.

“AND NOW! For your exclusive entertainment . . . Our GOOD FRIENDS . . . the ONE . . . THE ONLY . . . THE BEST . . . THE WORLD-FAMOUS . . . THE BEAT OF SAN ANTONIO!”

For a small crowd of mansion staff and their guests, their cheer of welcome was quite impressive. Stacy stood up in front of her chair while she applauded their appearance, but Tina could not contain herself, so she was standing up ON her chair beside Stacy---and her mother just laughed and shook her head, giving up on that one.

The first image was of a woman crawling on all fours towards the audience her face and body in darkness with a dim light as a background, shown on the back screen as though she was 20 or so feet high, each movement of her thighs to the beat of the drums. Thrum, thrum, thrum, thrum . . . Thrum, thrum, thrum, thrum . . . Thrum, thrum, thrum, thrum—and suddenly, she jumped toward the audience like a tiger leaping on its prey.

Then, the world exploded.

At least four of the dancers, Kari thought, joined the others from catwalks high above the main floor, diving off as though they were Olympic high divers, and incredibly they landed and rolled and jumped again, sailing through the air “with the greatest of ease,” as the saying goes. But there were no trapeze swings for them to catch, or if they were there, no one could see them. Kari wondered later just how they could even do all that, especially the jumps from 20 or more feet above the main floor. The pulsing beat of the music had everyone moving and clapping to the powerful rhythm. The other dancers all came onto center stage with a series of forward flips from flat on the floor—full flips, so they left their feet and landed on their feet with each one.

Then, as only Nate’s gang could, they danced to THE BEAT for the next 30 minutes or so . . . and the audience marveled at the complexities of their movements, sometimes standing and watching in awe (with open mouth) and other times hugging whoever was next to them as tears ran down their cheeks, amazed at the wonderful expressions THE BEAT had brought to life. The camera overhead was showing on the huge screen behind them, so everyone could see the patterns of the dancers opening and closing like flowers in spring time. Tina was so astonished, Stacy had to pry her fingers off of her upper arm at least twice during the show, although she still had bruises marking each finger for a few days afterwards.

There was only one slow and melodic love song, sung beautifully by Nate’s girlfriend, Natasha, and that dance was also in the dark, with only a background shadow, like the opening had been with the tiger-lady crawling on all fours. All of them were crying—that is, everyone in the audience—when she finished.

Then, the tiger-lady appeared again, this time crawling away . . . and when she leapt out of the view of the screen as though she’d just jumped off a very high cliff, the musicians played a low chord of conclusion—so, it was over, and the silence was deafening.

Then, the dancers appeared in the middle of the dance floor, clasped their hands together and bowed in a chorus line, as professional as any in the world. When everyone saw that, the watchers and listeners woke up as though coming out of a trance and cheered, and clapped and cheered and clapped even more.

“So, everyone, let’s move to the dining room, shall we?” Josie asked politely, her boobs and cleavage very obvious to any observer, but not so much as to bother someone Tina’s age, at least she hoped. “The dancers will meet us there, and we’ll introduce them to you.” Tina started jumping up and down again, and Stacy giggled at her antics, but they all headed out to follow Josie.

The dining room was decked out to the hilt, as one might have expected at the mansion, especially when Josie and Wendy were the hosts. Pictures of THE BEAT OF SAN ANTONIO covered the walls, and the background music from their show played softly in the background, not loud enough to interrupt conversation. One slide show introduced each dancer, like “Nate, The Natural!”, showing a picture of them in action. The usual appetizers and a salad bar offered plenty for even the most impatient of guests, and the drinks were being served by Krystal and Katie, wearing dresses which matched the dancers color themes. Kari wondered how Josie managed to remember everything like that, but later she never got around to asking.

Kari, Stacy, Dora stood and listened while Tina jumped up and down in her excitement and spoke so quickly about the show that they could only catch a few phrases now and then . . . “and they jumped from the CEILING! . . . I’m never seen anyone spin around so fast and so long on their back . . . how do they DO that!? . . . and, that song! . . . it was so BEAUTIFULL! . . ..“ Kari looked at Dora, whose eyes were twinkling, and made a wry gesture, to which Dora responded, “I can’t keep up with all her words, either, Kari. But, she does seem to be happy about it, all the same.” Kari smiled in reply and nodded her agreement.

About that time, Lisa walked in, wearing The Butler Lady’s outfit and carrying a ceramic crock-pot insert using hotpads, and Tina suddenly ran to her, squealing . . . but, unbelievably, Lisa actually reached out with one heeled foot, putting it in front of Tina’s face, and stopped Tina in her tracks, balancing on her other 5-inch heel, all the while holding the crock of egg-drop soup without spilling a drop. “Please, Tina! Let me deliver this, and then we can greet each other, ok? I’ll be right back!”

Tina nodded, saying “Ok” rather meekly, and looked rather curiously at the 5-inch heel only a few inches in front of her face, and peeked around it, looking at how Lisa was balancing on her other high-heeled foot and her mouth shaped the word, “WOW!” Her mother almost choked on the champagne she had been sipping, and then laughed after her throat had cleared.

Lisa continued on and delivered the tray to the soup table, making sure one of the attendants knew it was then available. Then she turned, looked at Tina, and went to her. “I’m sorry, Tina, but it really wouldn’t have been good for me to spill a large bowl of very hot soup on you,” and then gave her a big hug. “And, hi, by the way,” Lisa said, warmly.

Tina hugged her tightly in return. “Hi, Butler Lady. I think you’re amazing!”

“Well, thank you, Tina,” Lisa replied gently. “But, please . . . I’m just Lisa.”

“No. You’re my hero. The Butler Lady,” Tina replied. “Not here in San Antonio. Not in America. Not anywhere. Not ever again.”

Lisa’s eyes looked a bit misty, and all she could do was clear her throat.

“How did you do that?”

“I’m sorry? How did I do what?”

“Uhmm . . . you . . . uhmm . . . nevermind. Hi!” Tina said, and grinned up at her, hugging her even more tightly.

Ironically, it was only a moment or so later when Nate and his gang arrived. This time, they were a lot more confident than the last time at the mansion, and much more comfortable in a formal setting. Nate was wearing a tuxedo, and Natasha was wearing an elegant fiery-silver dress which was all the same unable to hide that she was VERY pregnant, and although she seemed quite happy about it, although her face had a somewhat internal distraction during some moments.

Kari and Stacy smiled at all of them and actually started to rush toward them, almost like Tina had just done with Lisa . . . and then about half-way to them, Kari sort of stopped in mid-stride, looking around, her uncertainty of being welcomed showing it’s hand . . . and Stacy, following her cue, hesitated as well.

“As you kidding? Come on! Come on! We’ve missed you!” Nate said, smiling broadly and waving his arm at them, gesturing toward himself vigorously. So, Kari smiled and ran to them, Stacy at her side, step for step, and Nate actually lifted Kari up and swung her around, “It’s so good to see you, girl! You helped us sooooo much. You’re the best librarian in the whole world!” He was, after all, extremely strong, given his dancing experience, so she felt as though she was as light a feather to him. He landed her in front of Natasha, just as she was hugging Stacy, although somewhat sideways in manner, since a ‘front’ approach was a big difficult at the moment.

“So, are you ok?” Nate asked Kari, rather anxiously and softly, speaking into her neck.

“Uhmm . . . yes . . . I think so . . . what do you mean?”

“Well, we heard about the . . . uhmm . . . “

“Oh . . . I see. Yeah, I think I’m ok. Then, there is the Butler Lady and Tina . . . she’s the young girl who was accosted by those 3 guys . . . she’s here. I mean . . . here she is.“

Nate looked up and saw Tina standing there totally blown away by the fact that the members of THE BEAT OF SAN ANTONIO knew Kari and Stacy so closely. Her mother and Lisa were standing with her.

“Hiyah, Butler Lady!” He said to Lisa. “Very good to see you again. You got a very cool gig goin’! Very cool!”

Lisa smiled. “Hello, Nate—it’s very good to see you again, as well. Maybe so, but I can’t beat your group, that’s for sure. You’re the best!” Then she introduced Tina and Dora to them, even naming all the members of the group one by one (which impressed Kari that Lisa could remember all of them, even though she hadn’t had nearly as much interaction with them). Each of them came up and spoke warmly to Tina and Dora, which made Tina blush and stutter and run out of words to say. The dancers did their best to respond to what they thought she might have been saying, and then gave her a very warm hug.

“Wendy? May I interrupt you for a moment?” Nate asked awhile later, just a bit louder than the other people chatting, looking around the crowd.

“Yes?” She appeared after a few moments, after she apologized to whoever she was chatting with and excused herself.

“I do apologize for interrupting you, but at this rate, all the Butler Lady and I are going to do is exchange compliments. How do you find such unique and wonderfully excellent staff members? We—that is, our dance troupe--could use any of them, and we’d be better off.”

“Oh. . . . well, let’s just say that I think it’s one of my talents—finding excellent staffing, I mean.”

“No doubt about that, you do have that gift. So, can I steal any of them?”

“Hrmmm . . . such as?”

“The Butler Lady. I would sleep very safely at night knowing that she was on our staff.”

“Uhmm . . . unless she wants to do that, and if she does I’ll support her in every way . . . but, unless she wants to, . . . uh . . . no, my good friend. She’s a keeper.”

“Oh. . . . <long pause> . . . Dang!” he said, and everyone laughed, even Nate himself, and Wendy.

“But, you said, ‘unless she wants to’, so Lisa . . . if you don’t mind me asking, would you like to be a part of our staff? . . . you would not only be famous, but you’d be a part of our public image, a part of our group . . . You could open our shows like a Grand Mistress of a circus, like Joe has done so well here in this place . . . I’m sure you’d be great. But, I respect what my good friend Wendy said, and I will not push you at all. It is your choice, but it is an open invitation—you have a place on our staff whenever you want it, Lisa. You’re the Butler Lady, after all, and the whole world knows you now.”

“Can I come, too? I’ll work hard!” a small voice said. “I’ll do whatever you want me to do!” Tina promised. Nate smiled at her.

Lisa blushed, but shook her head. “Thank you for the offer, Nate, but I’m right where I want to be.”

“Awwww,” Tina said in disappointment.

“Dang,” Nate said, but he didn’t really seem surprised. “Well, we’ve got a very big event coming up in Las Vegas which also is a television appearance, so would you consider just coming and opening our show? We’ll pay all of your expenses plus whatever we work out as a fee for your appearance. Would you be willing to do that?”

“Uhmm . . . I’ll have to talk with my employer and see if I can take the time off, but I think I could do that once. I’m not really very good at public speaking, though, so I’ll need a script to memorize.”

“Her employer will give her the time off, but only if Marc can go with her, because I’m sure he wouldn’t let you kidnap her forever,” Wendy said blandly, blinking innocently.

Nate chuckled. “Ok . . . it’s a deal. And yes, you’ll have a script, no problem, Lisa. And, we’ll pay his expenses, too.”

Then he turned to Wendy: “It was not our plan to presume upon you, my dear Wendy, but if you have room for our accommodations, we would like to stay here tomorrow to take a day off. Our tour has been great, but we need a break. We’ll gladly pay for any cost to you, including rooms. You’ve been more than generous and supportive of us, so I insist that we are responsible for the cost of this exchange.”

“Well, my dear Nathan, I will accept only if you agree that I will set the costs of such accommodations and food and support while you are here.”

He looked at her and chuckled. “Ok. It’s a deal.”

Tina had a wonderful time enjoying the company of the members of the dance troupe—but, it became clear that she was exhausted by the end of the evening. For once, Dora had no problem taking her out to the van which Joe was driving that evening.

The following day, Josie told Nate on one of the house phones when he called in, just what Wendy had set those costs to be:

“United States Currency, $.25.”

“United States Currency--TWENTY-FIVE CENTS? ONLY A QUARTER?”

“Uhmm . . . Nate . . . that came from Wendy herself, and she talked with me directly, so I’m sure it’s the correct amount.”

“May I talk with her, please?”

“Yes, Sir. She’s right here.”

“Hello, Nate. What can I do for you?”

“Wendy. Twenty-five cents?”

“As per our agreement that you would let me set the costs of your group finding accommodations here, I set those cost at that rate. It was a simple decision.”

“Wendy.”

“Yes?”

“You’re sneaky.”

“I’ve been told that from time to time.”

“It’s true. Thank you, but you’re being way too generous . . . anyway, alright, you’ve out maneuvered me. This time, at least.”

“Oh, well. So, what’s the problem, my good friend? You don’t have a quarter? I will loan you one, and you can pay me back whenever you have it.”

Nate laughed for quite a long time at that.

Kari, wearing a very skimpy black negligee with matching black g-string, leaned back against Joe, while Lisa, wearing her Butler Lady suit with heels, but for once wearing no pantyhose, leaned back against Marc . . . Bunny, wearing nothing, had her head on Stacy’s lap. She gently fondled Bunny’s boobs, almost as a massage, and Nate was rubbing Natasha’s back with some mineral oil while she laid face down on his lap, but sort of sideways since the baby’s presence in her body was certainly apparent. Josie laid back against Wendy, with her arms on top of Wendy’s as she caressed her hands in a hug from behind.

Super-king-sized beds were great, Kari concluded, especially with the fireplace glowing from the coals of the oak slice which was burning now. Across the room on the facing side, on the other bed of the same size, the others of the dance troupe were holding each other in a similar fashion. Taylor was holding Suse (also very pregnant), James was holding Sydney, Joseph was hugging Kiara. Tony was unabashedly fondling Clarissa’s naked boobs, and Jade was kissing Daniel with a great deal of enthusiasm, although quietly.

“It’s been incredible,” Nate said softly. “We’ve been in sort of a dream world of success. And, all of you helped us get there.”

“We’ve seen your shows . . . you’re the best dance troupe in the whole world,” Wendy said. “We’re so honored to know all of you.”

“We’re honored to know all of you, too,” Natasha said in her silvery voice—which reminded Kari of that wonderful love song she had sung.

“I can’t imagine how many hours it took for you to learn all those steps, all those movements,” Kari said, quite uncharacteristically, since she usually never spoke in groups.

“Nor can I,” Nate said, smiling. “The truth is I have no idea how many hundreds, maybe thousands of repetitions we did—maybe even hundreds of thousands. I don’t know how many.” The others chorused their agreement.

Suddenly, Suzan made a loud squeaking sound and grabbed her stomach. Taylor, who had been holding her, asked, “What? What is it? Is the baby coming?”

All Suzan could do was nod, quite vigorously, but that was enough.

Josie was on the phone in seconds, calling 911. Wendy got on the house phone and made sure that Victoria knew to open the gates in advance for the ambulance. Lisa almost levitated from Marc’s embrace, and ran to open the doors for the EMT’s, forgetting of course, that she was rather exposed from the waist down.

Later, one of the EMT’s admitted that if he ever fantasized about meeting the Butler Lady in person previously, he’d have to update those fantasies now . . . because meeting her at the door while she was bottomless was quite a shock—a good one, but a shock, all the same. He noted, however, that at least he hadn’t tried to attack her with a knife because, gawd-help-us-all, he didn’t want to be on the other end.

The rest of the night played out in the waiting room of the nearest hospital for all who had been surprised by Suzan’s birth pains. Unfortunately, the hospital staff found out who they all were . . . THE BEAT OF SAN ANTONIO, the real honest-to-goodness Butler Lady, as well as Wendy Marcella and company . . . so for awhile, there was a steady stream of people who found some reason to go to that part of the hospital, and while they were polite, Nate looked at Kari and gently said he felt like he was an angelfish in an aquarium, and Lisa looked like she wanted to crawl under a table and curl up in a fetal position, but hid instead in Marc’s lap. Kari quietly mentioned that to Wendy, and Wendy politely mentioned that to the nurse in charge, and it wasn’t a problem after that. She noted they even posted 2 security guards by the doors to that wing of the hospital after the staff realized the significance of who they were hosting.

Joe had arranged for food, mostly sandwiches, to be delivered, but nobody seemed to be hungry, so it laid there on the table, still in its original packaging, simply waiting like they were.

Lisa had been a bit more circumspect with her attire before she arrived at the hospital, so at least she wasn’t bottomless as she slept in Marc’s lap. He seemed rather bomb-proof about almost everything, simply adapting, and patiently accepting what was happening. Kari came to appreciate his calm strength after the first few hours.

Stacy and Bunny had hugged Kari’s legs sitting on the floor on either side of her for several hours after they had all arrived, and then, Bunny had rather uncharacteristically fallen asleep on Kari’s left leg—and it wasn’t long before Stacy had fallen asleep on her right leg.

Finally, the doctor came out and asked for Taylor, who jumped up, and then found out he was a father for the first time. But, there was a problem, the doc said.

“The baby . . . your daughter, is fine . . . but, we’re having trouble stabilizing Suzan’s blood pressure and stopping the bleeding. We’re doing all we can, but I don’t know how this is going to come out. I’m going to have to take her into surgery and close off the blood vessels which are leaking. If any of you can donate blood for her, then please do so . . . talk to the nurse and if it matches her blood type, we’ll draw it right away. At the very least, she’s going to be in ICU for awhile. I’m sorry,” and he rushed back to join the preparations for surgery.

All of them jumped up on their feet and offered to give blood. They went over to the nurse’s station, and after the nurses got set up, they were all tested, one by one. Ironically, it was only Lisa (The Butler Lady) and Bunny whose blood type matched Suzan’s, so they took as much blood from both of them as they could without endangering their health. None of the rest of them matched her blood type. Kari was relieved because she almost always passed out when they took her blood. She even covered her eyes when they pricked her finger to get the sample. This time, her blood wasn’t needed.

Wendy got on her cell phone to see if she could get some other blood donors for her, but after a few tests, the nurses told her that they had enough at the moment, so there wasn’t a huge hurry. On the other hand, they said, “we always need blood donors.”

They got word several hours later that the surgery had stopped the bleeding, but that Suzan was still in critical condition. She was moved into the surgical intensive care unit. While that was being done, Taylor and several others (mostly women) went to see the baby in the new-born nursery. There were lots of ‘ooo’s and ‘ah’s and a lot of the usual conversations about how she looked a lot like Suzan when they returned to the ICU waiting area. Taylor said he was just relieved that the baby was in good hands, since he had enough on his mind about Suzan.

It was a long night, and a long day followed. They waited with bated breath for any word from inside the intensive care unit, but the nurse told them over and over that they really didn’t have any ‘new’ information; they would just have to wait until she showed them some signs of recovery.

Taylor wore out the carpet, walking back and forth and back and forth . . . and back and forth . . . and forth and back. Nate looked at his girlfriend Natasha and then at Taylor, and then he got up and just grabbed his friend Taylor in a huge hug.

“Hey, bro. We’ll get through this, I know we will . . . you will, too.”

Taylor looked up at him. “I don’t know what you think, but if Suzan dies, I don’t think I can go on.”

“I understand, brother mine. I don’t know what I’d feel either.”

“God help us . . . please God . . . help us,” and Taylor collapsed onto his knees on the floor. The rest of the remaining dance team and Wendy’s group joined him—on their knees . . . praying for Suzan, Taylor and the baby. The waiting room by the ICU became a sanctuary and a holy place that day.

Finally, about mid-afternoon, the nurse came out of ICU to tell them that Suzan’s condition had greatly improved over the last 2 hours and so, she would likely be moved to a regular room soon. Only two were allowed in to see her, so Taylor and Natasha went in. When they returned, they said she was awake, and although she looked pale, she seemed ok to them, although anxious to see her baby.

Wendy suggested to all the others that they should go back to the mansion and get a shower and so on. After all, it wouldn’t be good for the whole crowd to take over the hospital room. She offered instead, to have Lisa and Joe drive several of them at a time over to visit, but they could take turns being with Suzan at the hospital. Taylor of course, she said will probably not want to leave (and she was right about that), so a couple of them could stay here with him. James and Sydney volunteered to take the first watch—and Natasha started to protest, but Nate said she really need to take a break so as to not overstress her own baby. After a moment of thought, she agreed—realizing how drained she felt—but that she wanted to be in on one of the next turns. Nate agreed to that, his emotional awareness of her quite intact.

Between the stretch-limo and the van-limo, all the rest of them went back to the mansion. Everyone disappeared to their rooms and took showers. While it was tempting to just lay down for a nap, Stacy, Bunny and Kari realized they were hungry, and went in search of food. As usual, there was plenty laid out for them in a buffet fashion. Wendy and Josie were there eating with Nate and several other dancers.

Kari overheard Wendy tell Nate that they could stay as long as they wanted to—after all, it was a lot more comfortable at the mansion than a hotel, and they could swim or use the exercise room, the library, or even use the ballroom for dance practice. They could watch movies in their rooms, or even go out to a regular theater. Nate agreed with thanks, knowing that it would be a hassle to live out of a hotel—which had been the case for many of the past months. He said they would need to cancel some shows, though, and do a press conference about that. Wendy said she could easily arrange it, since they had just done Lisa’s interview.

“Besides, Suzan will need a comfortable place to recover and get used to being a mom. She’s not going to be able to just hop up and start dancing again tomorrow afternoon,” Josie pointed out.

Kari picked up on the idea of going to a movie at a regular theater, remembering that it had actually been several years since she’d been to one. When she mentioned it, Stacy said she wanted to go, too, but Bunny said she really needed to go back to work, since missing too many days meant being short of money, and she didn’t know how patient Alan would be with her if didn’t work a few shifts at least. She said Marc had been taking vacation days, which he hadn’t done in years, but his newly-found relationship with Lisa apparently merited a change.

The other thing which that conversation reminded Kari about was the library—that is, the library here at the mansion. Stacy picked up on that, too, and offered her ideas.

“Why don’t you do it with daily themes?” Stacy asked Kari.

“What do you mean?”

“Well . . . since everyone around here is used to being openly sexual, why not do each day with a sexual theme—like ‘Monday Mammary Moments,’ or ‘Tits Out Tuesday,’ or ‘Whip Me Wednesday,’ or ‘Free Fuck Friday’ . . . Sucks on Sunday?” I haven’t thought of one for Thursday or Saturday yet.

Kari almost had an orgasm just at the thought of what Stacy said, which made her blush. She had started to worry again about not getting enough sex, since they’d been so busy the past days.

“Are you ok?” Stacy asked.

“Stacy?”

“Yes?”

“You’re a genius.”

After that, she seriously considered resigning from the public library. Her life seemed to have changed so much that it wasn’t as good of a career as she’d thought. But, she didn’t want to rush into it, so she did work her regular shift the next afternoon and evening.

Before she went to the library, though, she went by her house and checked on everything. Jacquie and Bunny had been staying there, and that seemed to be working well. Everything was clean and in good order, as Jacquie had been functioning as the live-in maid. She’d even restocked the cupboards and freezer with all kinds of food, including stocking up on various wines and hard drinks. Bunny was at work, but Jacquie told her that they were getting along fine, the only problem they were having was they were both submissive—so, while they did suck each other off rather often, they felt the need for their Mistress to take charge and give them the punishment and humiliation they needed. Kari told them that she and Stacy would try to set aside some time to try to provide that.

She also told Kari that her divorce had been settled, so she handed her the papers to put her onto the accounts—including a separate independent account which Jacquie had set up containing $10 million which she said was intended to be used for Kari’s retirement, but that she could use it anyway she wanted to since it was now her money. Her attorney had also obtained the mortgage information on Kari’s house, and Jacquie had made out a check for Kari to send in to pay it off completely.

Kari was rather stunned at the reality of actually having all that money. She thanked Jacquie and sat there with her for awhile, and they talked about how they both wanted to use the other money to help others. Jacquie seemed to be very at peace about all of it. Kari was rather nervous about it, but couldn’t find any reason to argue with her about it, either.

Eventually, Kari had to get ready for work. She was thinking about Joe’s commands about how he liked her exposing herself, and wore a skirt which reached just a few inches about her knees, and a fairly low-cut blouse and didn’t wear any panties. The knee-length skirt was the shortest allowed in the library dress code, in fact it probably pushed the limit just a bit. On her way to work, she lifted her skirt enough to show her pussy, as Joe had asked. She was rather disappointed that no trucks had pulled up beside her to be able to see that.

But, as fitting to match her level of horniness, the first person she saw when she walked into the library was Bella. She looked around and didn’t see Rick, so she wondered how that had turned out. After she got her stuff sorted and she got settled in her desk, looked at her email and all that, she looked again over at Bella.

Bella winked and jerked her head slightly, as if to say that she was waiting for Kari to come over for a closer conversation. Kari noticed that Bella seemed very happy and excited, and she was wearing a top which was even more revealing than the previous ones Kari had seen her wear. The pseudo-school-girl skirt was also a good bit shorter than would have been acceptable at school, to the point that her panties were visible—at least when she was sitting down. Knowing that Bella was an ‘A’ student, Kari was sure that she didn’t wear that particular outfit to class. Kari raised a finger to acknowledge her, and then caught up on the first issues required on her desk. Then she went over to hear the latest.

“So, how are you, Bella?” Kari asked.

“Oh, I’m VERY good, thank you, Kari,” and blushed, giggled a bit.

“Oh? Tell me!” Kari said, excitedly.

“He’s really great . . . and . . . uhmm . . . really sexy,” Bella said blushing even more. “Thank you for helping us get together!”

“Uhmm . . . you’re welcome . . . how did things turn out?”

“Well . . . uhmm . . . let’s just say, I’m not a virgin anymore!”

Kari blushed at that, at bit startled, and opened her mouth several times, trying to think of something affirming to say in reply.

“Well, that’s great!” she said finally. “So, since you’re an ‘A’ student, he’s allowed to date you?”

“Yes!” Bella said, almost purring.

“So, you have a boyfriend now, and he has a girlfriend . . . even in public?”

“Yess! He’s even held my hand while we were at school. So, everybody knows!”

“That’s great, Bella!”

“And I saw you on TV with the Butler Lady on the court steps! Wow!”

Kari blushed. “Well, we were just offering our personal support. She’s a very good friend.”

“I’d give anything to meet her . . . she’s incredible. I heard that she’s going to be the M/C for THE BEAT OF SAN ANTONIO for their Las Vegas television show.”

“They were certainly pushing for that . . . the only thing would be that Lisa . . . I mean, The Butler Lady has fallen in love, so . . . well, they made a deal that he would need to be there, if she’s going to be on stage. He’s a muscle guy, so . . . anyway, Nate pushed for her to become part of their show long-term, but she turned him down.”

“Nate?”

“Uhmm . . . Nathan . . . the leader of THE BEAT OF SAN ANTONIO . . . they were at . . . uhmm . . . a friend’s place.”

“The Butler Lady has fallen in love? With who?”

“Uhmm . . . I really think that’s probably personal to them, so I would rather not say, Bella.”

“But, he’s a muscle guy, you said . . . you mean like he competes in the body-building competitions, like he could do the Mr. America fitness events?”

“Uhmm . . . no, I don’t’ think he’d do that, but he probably could. He’s uhmm . . . I’d really better stop talking about this, because his privacy is important, after all”—not to mention, she thought, that he’d had kinky sex with Kari herself, after all.

“But, Lisa Marie Mancini—AKA ‘The Butler Lady’ . . . has fallen in love with this guy?”

“It seems so, Bella . . . uhmm . . . but to change the subject, what’s the latest with you and Rick?”

“Well, hrmmm . . . the latest. You want the truth, do you?”

“Of course.”

“Well, he’s going to meet me in about an hour and take me out to a small place in the woods he knows about, a part of his uncle’s ranch. I’m hoping he’ll fondle my big boobs and fuck me senseless.”

Kari giggled. “Senseless? I thought both of you were really smart people.”

“Oh, yeah. But, there comes a time when you have to let go, after all. Don’t you think so?”

Kari’s eyes grew misty at that comment, and her tears filled up her eyes.

“Yeah. You’re right.”

Rick showed up right on time, and came over to give Kari a hug, and then moved right on to Bella. Bella’s eyes glowed so brightly when she looked at him that Kari wondered if they would have glowed in the dark. They both seemed so happy to be with each other.

On the other hand, Dr. Clint Rhodes, the head librarian of the San Antonio Libraries didn’t look very happy when he entered. “Hello, Kari. May we speak in private?”

“Of course. Let me check the reservations for the conference room, and I’ll be right with you.”

“Very good, Kari.”

“Yes, Sir? How can I help you?” she asked after they had closed the door inside the conference room.

“Hang on . . . I have something to show you.”

He brought up his laptop and placed it on the table between them. After he had booted it and got it set up, he started a video clip.

It showed Kari being approached by a guy (She recognized right away that it was Mason when he fingered her until she came, although Kari wouldn’t have revealed his identity, and the security camera image wasn’t clear enough to identify him). This guy clearly asked for her to follow him to the back of the library, and then he started to fondle her and eventually made her cum.

“Ok, so as we see it, you’ve been having sexual experiences in this library for a good long while, haven’t you?”

“Uhmm . . . no, that’s not true.”

“You hadn’t had an experience like this before?”

“Uhmm . . . no, I haven’t,” she replied.

“Then, why didn’t you report this event?”

“Well . . . for one thing it was very embarrassing . . .

“And?”

“There’s really no ‘and’ about it, Sir. He came in, took me to the back of the library and fingered me until I had an orgasm. That was months ago. I didn’t think that it was a problem for the library, so I didn’t even try to announce it. I just tried to continue to be one of your best librarians. Since the event of my being raped, of course, the security people have been here to protect me.”

“And we’re paying out all kinds of money to cover you for having been raped on our property?”

“You paid out what? I didn’t get any money from being raped on the library property. I don’t have any idea what you are talking about. And none of that situation had anything to do with the situation which is shown in this video.”

“We’ve been paying for counseling for you after your rape, haven’t we?”

“Uhmm . . . not that I know of, Sir. No one has arranged any counseling for me, no. Silvia had a private conversation with me, but all she said was that the county would be willing to cover me for any expenses I had for counseling. I haven’t chosen to get counseling yet, so there has been no cost to the library system that I know of.”

“I see. . . . are you willing to testify to that fact in court?”

“I certainly am willing . . . I have no idea why that would be a problem, anyway.”

“Ok, Kari . . . the reason I’m bringing that up is that Silvia has been submitting requisitions for counseling for you at the rate of 2 sessions per week at $120 per hour, so if what you say is true, she’s been embezzling those funds.”

Kari looked at him in shock. “I had no idea she was doing that. So, you’re saying she took advantage of the situation of my being raped?”

“Apparently so. And when I called to check on your progress, she sent me this video.”

Kari’s face turned red, but this time from anger. “So, she set me up to be blamed for being raped, all the while she was collecting the money for counseling which never happened?”

He nodded.

“So, what are you going to do?”

“Nothing.”

Kari looked at him curiously.

“Why not?”

“Well to be honest with you, for two reasons. One is that I don’t want to put up with the hassle of an embezzlement scandal. And the other reason is she’s been having an affair with me for several years, so I’m not willing to lose a lover.”

“So, why did you come here to tell me all this?”

“Because now that we know you’re a slut, you’ll have to give me a blowjob—or maybe more, depending on what I decide that I want. If you try to protest, I have this video to show to the public just how much of a slut you are. I take it you’re a submissive, too?”

Kari’s face was even more blushed, but this time from the humiliation, but she nodded.

“Ok, then strip. I want to see you naked. Now.”

Kari felt her pussy juices flow even more, as she stood up and pulled off her blouse. She knew she couldn’t tell him ‘no,’ especially since the whole scene was turning her on. Her push-up bra was purple and her arousal was obvious in her hard nipples peeking above it. She reached behind and unhooked her bra, letting it fall on the table, her boobs jiggling a bit as they came out into view. Then she unzipped her skirt and let it drop, her bush already wet from the juices of her cunt.

“No panties, huh?” he asked.

“Uhmm . . . no, Sir. My boyfriend told me to expose myself in the car whenever I drive somewhere.”

“You are quite the shameless slut, then, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Sir. I am a shameless slut.”

He reached over the table and grabbed a permanent marker. Then he turned back to Kari, grabbed one of her boobs, and wrote “SLUT” across the top. Moving to the other one, he wrote “CUNT.” Kari’s face became even more blushed when she realized that those words were going to show above her rather low-cut blouse and she had to work several more hours that evening.

He started slapping her tits back and forth. “Are you a pain-slut, too?”

“Yes, Sir. I am a pain-slut, too.”

He turned her around and pushed her backwards toward the table. “Open your legs, you fucking cunt!” She complied, and he started slapping her open pussy, which brought her first orgasm of the evening. He thrust several fingers into her. “My aren’t you a hot and wet one!” as he pushed her back onto the table and opened his trousers, extricating his cock. Positioning the head in the entrance of her cunt, he thrust all the way in, reaching up and grabbing her nipples, and pulling them hard, bringing a gasp of pain from Kari. He started pumping in and out, and continued to pull her by the nipples.

“So, that’s why you didn’t go to counseling . . . you like being raped, don’t you?”

“Uhmm . . . yes, Sir,” she admitted.

“So, you’re a fucking worthless whore,” he continued.

“Yes, Sir, I’m a fucking worthless whore,” and she slapped her own face on both sides hard enough to redden it even more.

“A stupid nympho!”

“Yes, a stupid nympho!”

“A really cheap fuck, piece a’ meat, wide open cunt!”

“Yes, Sir. I’m a really cheap fuck—free, even—just a piece of fuck-meat, and my legs are wide open for you,” she said, slapping her own face on both sides again. He stiffened and thrust all the way into her and shot his load, which in turn brought on another orgasm for Kari, so her pussy muscles tightened around his hard cock, as she whimpered from the huge cum . . . and everything went black.

She came to when he splashed some rather cold water on her face. “Wake up, bitch!”

“Oh! Oh! . . . I’m sorry,” she sputtered. “I’m awake, Sir. Now, I’m awake.”

“Good . . . I’ve got to go, so get dressed and clean up this mess, you worthless whore!”

“Yes, Sir. I’ll take care of it, Sir.”

“I better not hear of this in the rumor-mill, either, you get me?”

“Yes, Sir. I won’t tell anyone, Sir.”

“And if I knocked you up, that’s just tough, so I don’t want to hear about that, either.”

“Ok, Sir. If you knocked me up, you won’t hear about it, I promise,” she whimpered. She didn’t mention to him that she was past child-bearing, as she didn’t think that was relevant at the time.

After she cleaned up everything in the conference room, Kari had to walk out into the main library with the words “SLUT” and “CUNT” written in permanent marker across the top of her bruised boobs, but thankfully, nobody was there in the library to see them, and the one checkout worker didn’t look up from her reading, since she was studying for a test the next day. At least, no one until Bella arrived, running in about 30 minutes before closing, after all the other library patrons had left for the evening and Kari had sent the checkout worker home. Terrell, the security guard, hadn’t arrived yet, or perhaps, he was just out in the parking lot where Kari couldn’t see him.

“Kari!”

“Yes? . . . oh, Bella! How was it?”

“It was sooooooo sexy, you wouldn’t believe it!”

“Oh? Tell me!”

“He did it . . . he took me out to this little cabin in the woods, starting a fire in the woodstove, and we made out for awhile, and then he started playing with my boobs! . . . Oh, my! What happened to you?” she asked, looking down at the top of Kari’s boobs, which read SLUT and CUNT.

“Uhmm . . . it’s a long story. . . . but, you were saying . . . he started playing with your boobs?”

“Yeah! . . . I was getting hotter than a firecracker, and then he started . . . uhmm . . . down lower, you know, and the next thing you know, his fingers were in my pussy! Gawd, I was getting so hot! I had an orgasm from him finger-fucking me!”

“Wow! That’s great, Bella!” Kari said, remembering her own orgasm when her boss had fingered her earlier.

“After that, I started taking off his clothes, and then he put on a condom, and slid right into me! I love that feeling, you know, of his hard cock sliding inside me!”

“Yeah, I know,” Kari said, her pussy heating up again.

“So, after that, he just pumped in and out until he came! I came again shortly after that.”

“Very cool! . . . after that, what happened?”

“Well . . . this is probably kinky, but . . . I just had to taste his cum, . . . so I, uhmm . . . did from his condom . . . if you know what I mean.”

“I think so, yes,”

“And then we were both hungry, so we drove back into town to get something to eat, and I asked him to come by here, so I could tell you about it.”

“Well, thank you, Bella! I’m very glad you did!”

Terrell came inside the library about then wearing his usual security uniform, so Kari put a finger to her lips to remind Bella to be quiet.

“Ok, Kari . . . see you tomorrow!” as she went out, walking past Terrell, and looking obviously at the rather large bulge in his pants. Terrell smiled at her and nodded, saying politely “Have a nice evening, young lady!”

“Thank you, sir. I’m sure I will.”

“I do hope very much that you do!” he said, warmly.

“Had a little fun earlier, did you?” Terrell asked, looking pointedly at the words on top of Kari’s boobs.

Kari looked up at him, in exasperation. “I guess you could call it that. Would you like to guess who did this?”

“Hrmm . . . uhmm . . . it wasn’t Mason was it?”

“No.”

“Then, I don’t have the foggiest idea.”

“How about the head of San Antonio Libraries, the highly esteemed Dr. Clint Rhodes.”

“Really? . . . So, now he has the hots for you, and started forcing you to be his latest fuck?”

“So, you know about him fucking around?”

“Oh, yeah, we do. We’ve got loads of security films on him. The only thing stopping us from doing anything is that he’s ‘connected’.”

“Connected?”

“Does the term ‘Mexican Mafia” mean anything to you? He was originally from Mexico, so Clint Rhodes is not actually his real name—or, shall we say—his original name.”

“Ah.”

“Yes. ‘Ah’ would be the right word, indeed. But, since you’re such a sexy woman, I might have to pull that security tape and view it myself.”

“No need for that. You could just fuck me in the parking lot, or get your usual blow job. I’m a fucking slut whore cunt cheap piece of ass, after all.”

Terrell sat down facing her across her desk, listening. “Having some second thoughts, I see.”

“Yeah—and maybe some third and fourth thoughts, too. Well, on the other hand, not really.”

“Come again?”

“Terrell . . . I’m a nymphomaniac, and I get off on humiliation, pain in my boobs and cunt, gang-bangs and multiple fucks, not necessarily in that order. Joe, the love of my life, along with Stacie, the other love of my life, both get off watching me be a total slut. I’ve even been offered a job at a nude bar, doing a sexy librarian act. That’s not all of it, but it may be enough to express what I was trying to say. None of any of that makes sense in either this culture, or from the image I was supposed to show to the world, according to the public version of my parent’s guidance.”

“And the private version of your parent’s guidance?”

“My dad used to come into my room when my mom was asleep and jerk off on me and tell me that all I’d ever be was a fucking bi-sexual slut, doing gang-bangs and enjoying being used as a naked back-alley whore. My mother would love to see me exposed as a slut on the evening news, even though, she’d be saying she was shocked because they’d raised me as a good Bible-belt Christian. I’m sure she has fingered herself to orgasm many times over the years with that fantasy.”

“That does seem to be rather incongruent.”

“No shit, Sherlock.” A deep sigh. “I’m sorry I’m snappy, Terrell. It’s just been a bit difficult lately.”

“Apparently so. I’m sorry to hear that it’s been that difficult. I have recently been quite moved by the words and actions of The Butler Lady. At least, there are some people who have good things to say . . . who offer words of hope.”

“Yeah. So, do you want to fuck me tonight? Or, do you just want a blowjob, since I started all that.”

“Uhmm . . . no . . . I don’t think that would fit your mood, or mine either, at the moment. I think, as hard to believe as it might be, that I’d just like to hold you and hug you, feel your warmth close to me, and enjoy your beauty. You are, after all, quite beautiful, Kari. <long pause> Just, so you know.”

Kari looked at him, her tears spilling over her eyelids.

“There is a God, after all,” she said.

He held her for quite a long time, warm and cuddly, just what Kari had been missing. She kissed her way up his neck, and mewed her enjoyment of his warmth. She hugged him quite completely, and then fell asleep on his shoulder, very close to his neck.

When she awakened, he wasn’t there, but she was lying on the bed in Joe’s apartment in the mansion. “Hiyah, sleepy head!” Lisa whispered, laying beside her. “Just so you know, I already knew you were beautiful . . . good mornin’, anyway! Terrell brought you over and just kept saying how beautiful you are.”

“G’mornin’, Lisa,” Kari replied, sitting up and trying to rub the sleep out of her eyes. “I’m not as beautiful as you are, though,” she said.

“Oh, ok . . . but I’m more awake . . . I’ll take your point, even though I don’t think I deserve it.“

“You should . . . I may not remember to give you any, if you don’t take this one,” Kari said, grinning all the while rubbing her sleepy eyes. “Last chance, I’d say.”

“Marc is a real hunk, though, isn’t he?”

“Oh, God! That’s the understatement of the century. I dream about him every night. My dreams are x-rated now. Sheesh!”

“Terrell isn’t bad, either.”

“Well, I’ll take your word for it . . . but I believe you. At this point, though, I’m lost in Marc’s charms. I’ve never felt this way with anyone before.”

“I’m so happy for you! You deserve to be loved after all.”

Lisa blushed. “Thank you. I haven’t felt like this for a long time. Maybe never.”

Joe came in on his break, and sat down next to Kari on the couch were she was sitting, sipping some herbal tea. She was only wearing a see-thru top, so both her nipples and her pussy were basically in plain view—as well as the markings on the tops and the bruises on the sides of her boobs.

“Had a little fun last night at work, did you?” Joe said, grinning at what he saw.

“Well, it was sexy and humiliating. The head of the library came by and told me to strip and then slapped my boobs and fucked me while he was pulling my nipples. He was rough and rude, so I came until I passed out.”

“Right up your alley, huh?”

“Unfortunately, yes. He also told me that Silvia has been billing the library system for my counseling and since I’m not in counseling, she’s been pocketing it. I asked him what he was going to do about it, and he said he’s been having an affair with her for several years, so he wasn’t going to do anything.”

“Oh, really?”

“So, I think I’m ready to resign and just work here. Stacy suggested that we have daily themes at this library, like ‘Free Fuck Friday’ and just have open sex there whenever anyone wants it.”

“I’ll bet this library will have more patrons than any you’ve ever worked in.”

“So, are you prepared for your girlfriend to be fucked by anyone who happens by the library?”

“Works for me,” he said, grinning. “I love you, my slut!”

“I love you, too,” she replied, and kissed him, while he fondled her boobs. “Ok, I’ll submit my resignation, then.”

When she handed Silvia her resignation letter, Silvia turned pale, and Kari guessed that she was thinking that her affair with Clint was going to come out in the open.

“Oh, no! You’re resigning?”

“Yes. I’m going to work at a private library.”

“Where? If I may ask.”

“Uhmm . . . at Wendy Marcella’s facility.”

“Wendy Marcella? The billionaire?”

“Yes.”

“I see.” And to Kari’s surprise, she saw Silvia’s eyes grow misty. “Uhmm . . . well, I have no choice but to accept your resignation . . . effective in 2 weeks, I see.”

“Yes.”

“I’m . . . uhmm . . . going to miss you, Kari. I know that we haven’t been the closest of friends, but I’m going to miss you. You do your job very well, and it’s going to be hard to replace you, given the high quality of your work.”

“Thank you. That’s a very nice compliment.”

“I mean it, every word. You’re a very good librarian. I hope this is a step up for you . . . ?”

“Yes. Among other things, my boyfriend, uhmm . . . is Joe Dupont, the Master Chef there, and . . . well, I’ll get to work there, too, with him.”

“Joe Dupont? THE Joe Dupont? He’s your boyfriend? He was just interviewed on the channel 4 cooking series—all about the food which was prepared for The Butler Lady’s interview.”

“Uhmm . . . yes.”

“Oh my gawd!”

When Kari drove back into to Wendy’s place, she saw a volley ball court set up on the immense lawn in front of the mansion. Nate’s gang was playing, divided more or less equally on either side, although there were several outsiders, including Stacy, Lisa and Bunny. One thing was rather clear, even at the first glance when she went over to watch. Nate’s gang were all highly toned athletes, and in fact, they were probably a level above ordinary athletes.

It’s not often, for example to see one of the volley ball players flip into the air so they could kick the volley ball while they were upside down over to the opposing side. These teams, however, did that rather often. And, even more surprising, the other side kicked it back in a similar way. Nate told Kari later that it was one of the ways they trained for their shows.

It was a good game, though, that’s for sure. Lisa showed them how to kick the ball as she stood upright, even though it arrived above her head. She looked around at them and said, “What?” after everyone looked at her in amazement. Bunny and Stacy asked if they could use their boobs to bounce the ball over the net, and everyone laughed for a good while.

All and all, it was a fun game.

Kari told Wendy and Josie that she’d resigned from her regular library job, so about an hour later, Josie brought by a W-2 form for her to sign, along with a statement of her new salary, which was 20% above her previous salary at the public library.

“But I don’t need a raise . . . I’m going to be living here with Joe, so uhmm . . . “

“Oh, well. This is what Wendy decided, so if you don’t want to work here, we can cancel it.”

“Uhmm . . . I do want to work here, I just thought it would be half-time, part-time.”

“Ok. Well, you don’t have your regular job now, since you’ve resigned, so you need a regular salary income, right?”

“I don’t know if I ‘need’ it, since I’ll be living with Joe.”

“Ok. But, you want a decent retirement, don’t you? And, you need medical insurance, don’t you?”

“Well, yes, but . . . “

“Kari?”

“Yes, ma’am?”

“Just sign it, and you’ll get a regular paycheck every two weeks, plus the full medical plan that we use, including dental and eyeglasses, and it will add to your retirement. What can it hurt?”

“Uhmm . . . ok.”

Bella was upset when she heard Kari was leaving the library. “Who else can I talk to about Rick and having sex and everything?” So, Kari shared her cell phone number, and said that she’d try to get together with her occasionally, maybe for lunch or at the park—or maybe even going to a movie. Bella seemed more relieved when she heard that.

Another person who was a bit distraught about her resignation was Brenda, but at least she was already connected with Lisa and Wendy, so she already had a way to see Kari from time to time. There were actually quite a number of people who expressed their appreciation for Kari’s skills as a librarian, and lamented her leaving. Kari found this quite moving, and it brought tears to her eyes at times over the following two weeks.

Dr. Clint Rhodes showed up one afternoon, and asked for a meeting with Kari and Silvia—which didn’t turn out to be much of a meeting. As soon as they were behind closed doors, he made Kari strip naked and had Silvia take her skirt and panties off, which made them both turn bright red with embarrassment, since they had never been even close to naked with each other. Then he pushed Kari onto the table, and had Silvia sit on her face while he roughly fucked her. It was then that Kari realized that Silvia was a submissive too, and was turned on by humiliation. She came on Kari’s face, and then Clint pushed her off, and pulled out of Kari to spray his cum on Kari’s neck and tits. Then, he made Silvia lick off his cum and swallow it. Silvia wouldn’t even look at Kari in the days which followed after that, and basically disappeared from Kari’s view, apparently quite embarrassed by the whole event. Clint, on the other hand, told Kari that he fully expected to be able to fuck her anytime he wanted to, even after she left the library. Kari didn’t reply to that, but wondered to herself if she would be able to tell him ‘no’. She wasn’t sure she’d be able to, but her slutself pointed out that she would probably want some really rough humiliation at times, so she shouldn’t burn any bridges. So, that conversation was left hanging, although the idea of letting Clint use and abuse her was unfortunately an arousing idea, because it reminded her of what her father used to do.

Her first day at the mansion’s library was Friday, so they put up signs to let everyone know that it was “Free Fuck Friday” and Kari wore a very short skirt with no panties, and a very low-cut top, so her boobs were well out in the open for all to see. Terrell came by early, since Kari had told him about it, and he just bent her over her desk, flipped up her skirt, and thrust his cock into her pussy until he filled her with his spend. His cum dripped down the insides of her legs for the rest of the day. After hearing the story of her resignation from the library from Terrell, Mason came by and donated some of his sperm onto her face and hair, saying that he’d come by another day to fuck her senseless, but he was very happy that she was back in business. Kari wore his cum on her face and hair for the rest of the day, as he had insisted. Most of the women who came by just wanted a kiss from her, with a few licks to include the taste of cum. One thing for sure, working at Wendy’s mansion did offer more sexual options than the public library.

The rest of the week was taken up by setting up the library’s catalog system, and beginning to re-order it so people could make the best use of it. At the same time, though, each day had some sexual theme, so Free Fuck Friday moved on to Sucking Saturday when Kari sucked off 5 guys and 8 gals; and then it moved on to Slutty Sunday, Monday Marker Moments—where everyone could write something on her boobs or anywhere else on her body—Tits Out (Top-less) Tuesday, and Whip Me Wednesday. She almost went with a ‘Thrusting Thursday’ theme, but decided that she probably should take a day off, so that was the day she slept in. She was rather sore that first week from all the various sexual activities, although the crop and whip marks on her tits were very arousing, and her cunt was a bit more sensitive than usual, since she’d been fucked at least 15 times that week—probably more, since she really hadn’t been keeping count. Joe got a kick out of her stories about her sexual exploits, and jumped her bones almost every night, so she felt fulfilled with him, as well.

Stacey and Bunny helped out organizing books and even filling in as the ‘slut on duty’ from time to time. Brenda came in to help in a similar way, as did Jacquie and Melinda, although Melinda served as the maid cleaning up most of the time. Another innovation which developed was a coffee, tea, soup and sandwich bar, so ‘The Library’ began to be a popular gathering place for all those who worked at or visited the mansion. The sandwich bar did include some of Master Chef Joe Dupont’s creations, and was not even close to boring for anyone who sampled its offerings. He assigned 2 line chefs to keep that up, although he added his own contributions quite often, as well.

So, after about two weeks, anyone who either worked in the mansion, or was a visitor which Wendy and Josie thought would appreciate rather than criticize it, could go to The Library, get laid, get a delightful lunch, have a few drinks, a glass of wine, coffee, tea or oral sex, not to mention being able to browse a variety of books, and other reading materials. They could even check out a book or DVD video to enjoy later.

Nate’s gang had a great time there, and even volunteered time helping move shelves and tables to set things up as Kari figured out where she wanted them. Unfortunately, those two weeks reached the limit of time they could spent away from their dancing career, so just about the time The Library really got going, they were saying goodbye. They did, of course, promise to return whenever they were able to.

The next week, Kari felt the need to go out, so she and Stacy went to the movie theatre. They both dressed in mini-dresses, with push-up bras and thong-style panties. After considering the options, they decided to see a foreign movie. Being around people who were multi-lingual had stirred their curiosity. Since the movie they chose was French with subtitles, and they went to a matinee, it looked at first that they had the whole room to themselves, so they sat in the front row of one of the sections with lots of leg room.

After the movie started, an older looking man (maybe in his 60’s) came it with a younger man and woman (probably in their 30’s), which Kari guessed might be his son and daughter-in-law. They were speaking French to each other, and came over to Stacy and Kari and asked in a rather heavy accent if they could sit with them. Kari and Stacy said “Sure,” and they found seats near them. However, Kari thought it was strange that the older man sat right next to her, while the younger man took a seat behind her. The woman sat next to Stacy.

The movie started showing scenes of nudity, and according to the dialogue they could read in the subtitles, Kari got the idea that most of the people were in the same family, so when they started having sex with each other, so the main plot was about incest. Since it was a foreign film it had not been rated, but after a short while, she would have given it a “X” rating easily.

When the scene moved to the son tying up his naked mother face-up spread-eagle on the bed, and whipping her with his belt, the older guy casually reached over and put his hand on Kari’s knee, to her surprise. The son seemed particularly focused on hitting his mom’s pussy with his belt, although he didn’t leave out her big tits, which bounced around with each stroke. His mom didn’t seem to be very surprised, and was obviously turned on from his kinky attention. After awhile, he untied her hands and had her sit up while he tied a rope very tightly around her boobs, then tied her back down again and continued belting her cunt.

She looked over at Stacy and saw that the woman had put her hand on Stacy’s knee as well, and Stacy’s face showed her surprise. At the same time, the older man started moving his hand up Kari’s leg and reached over with his other hand and started gently rubbing against the side of her boob. Then, she felt hands on her shoulders, and realized the younger man was gently rubbing her neck and pushing the top of her dress out on her shoulders. Then he slowly slid down her front to the top of her boobs, rubbing and teasing the whole way.

Kari started getting very hot in response to their fondling. On the screen in front of them, the son got between his mother’s legs and started fucking her. By then, the older man’s hand had started to reach between Kari’s legs under her dress obviously on the way to her panty-covered pussy. Kari considered stopping them, but felt paralyzed with the boldness of their actions. She looked over at Stacy to find that her eyes were closed while the other woman was kissing and licking her neck and the top of her boobs, with one hand already inside Stacy’s panties obviously fingering her.

The guy behind Kari reached down and unbuttoned the front of Kari’s dress and pushed down her collar so he could reach inside her dress and unhook her bra in the back. He pulled both of her tits out, and began fondling the right hand one, while the older guy fondled the other one. In the meantime, he had successfully arrived at her panties and was rubbing her pussy through them, which was driving Kari crazy with lust. She opened her legs so he would have free access.

“What a slut to open my legs to a total stranger like that!” she thought to herself.

“I thought so, too. Good work!” her slutself added.

“Thanks!” Kari thought wryly.

The younger guy apparently didn’t want to be left out, so he reached down and pulled the hem of Kari’s mini-dress up above her waist. Kari suddenly remembered what it was like to be the Lunch Whore, and since she was enjoying being used for their pleasure that she’d just go along with it. So, there she was, sitting in a public movie theater with her tits out and her dress pulled up for all to see.

But, the younger guy wasn’t finished yet, so he reached for the waist-band of her thong and began pushing them off Kari’s hips and legs. Kari lifted her hips and wiggle to help him, and he pushed her thong down to her knees. His hands disappeared, and he walked out of his row and around to kneel down in front of her, pulling her thong-panties down and off of her legs. The older guy had already crammed 3 fingers into her, and was pumping them in and out of her sopping cunt. He reached up and turned her head toward her and kissed her, thrusting his tongue deep into her mouth. When he stopped the kiss, he pulled his fingers out of her pussy, and sat back in his chair, his rather large cock appearing sticking straight up. He pointed to his cock and gestured to Kari to get up and sit down in his lap. She did, and within a few moments, she was facing forward astride his lap, with his cock buried deep inside her.

As soon as she moved, the younger guy took her seat and pulled out his cock, wrapping her thong panties around it. As soon as Kari had gotten completely impaled on the older man’s cock, he reached over and took her hand, and wrapped it around the panties, pumping up and down a few times, clearly telling Kari to jerk him off into her panties, so she obliged him.

On the movie screen, the father of the family was out in the barn, fucking his two chubby daughters with big boobs. He’d started out with spanking each of them, and then laying them down on the hay bales, was fucking them taking turns going from one to the other. Kari looked over toward Stacy, and saw that she was between the woman’s legs enthusiastically licking and sucking on her pussy. Apparently, the woman had come prepared, so she had inserted a butt-plug into Stacy’s ass and a very large vibe into her pussy, which might have accounted for Stacy’s enthusiasm.

The older guy had held her down on his cock, fully inserted, but after a few moments, he started moving Kari up and down to increase the sensation of their joining. The younger guy was leaning back, enjoying Kari’s hand-job, while the scene on the movie showed the two daughters jerking their father’s cock, aiming at their own smiling faces clearly expecting him to cum at any minute. When he did, his cum spattered all over their faces and hair, and at the same time, the older guy pumped what seemed to Kari to be a huge amount of cum into her womb—and the younger guy leaned back and filled Kari’s panties with his sperm. Since they were mostly see-thru, his cum soaked through the cloth and ran down Kari’s fingers. Kari couldn’t help but bring her hand up to her mouth and lick it off.

The older guy seemed to be done fucking her, so she carefully stood up and his cock pulled out of her cunt, limply falling on his lap. The younger guy stopped her as she stood there and held her panties out—still soaked in cum—for her to step into. She stepped into them and he pulled them all the way up for her, so his cum joined the older guy’s on her bush and pussy lips. When she sat down on her chair again, they felt quite soggy to her, but the kinky side of all that had happened almost brought her to an orgasm.

On the movie screen, the mom was in bed with her two daughters, licking and sucking, while the brother filmed it all, the father watching from the other side of the room, telling them what to do and jerking his cock as he did. Kari looked over toward Stacy just in time to see her cum big-time, as the woman pumped the vibe in and out of her pussy, while Stacy licked her cunt lips from underneath. She wasn’t quite in a 69 position, nor was she sitting on Stacy’s face, but her stimulation was enough to elicit an orgasm anyway.

They all started putting clothes back on, and the French family shook hands and bowed to Kari and Stacy, saying, “Je vous remercie,” which Kari and Stacy took to mean ‘thank you,’ or something close to it. After that, they just left without looking back. The woman even left the butt-plug and the large vibe for Stacy to keep.

“Well, that’s something you don’t see every day,” Kari said, still a bit shocked by what had transpired.

“Maybe you do in France,” Stacy mused.

“Maybe.”

Just then, a movie theatre worker with rather large boobs came in. “Well, did you have fun fucking in public?” she asked in a sneering voice. “I got a very good recording of that to turn over to the police.”

“Uhmm . . . but we didn’t start all that. They came in and started fondling us,” Kari protested.

“I didn’t see you trying to stop anything,” she replied.

“But, you didn’t stop them, either, did you?” Stacy pointed out.

“No, I didn’t, but that’s none of your business,” she said.

“Oh? So, do you know them? That’s it, isn’t it. They are friends of yours, so you let them get away with it.”

“That’s none of your business,” she said, less forcefully. Apparently Stacy had hit it right on the head.

“Well, our employer is a billionaire and she has some very good attorneys, so you just wait until they take that apart.”

“<ahem> . . . I’ll tell you what. I’ll make you a deal.”

“What kind of deal?” Kari asked.

“Uhmm . . . I have to admit that it was quite arousing to watch all of you. Uhmm . . . if you help me cum, I’ll let you go.”

“And, the recording? What will you do with that? I don’t want it to show up on the internet. But, if you tried that, we could sue you for using your employer’s equipment to try to blackmail us. I’m sure that would go over big.”

She looked at them. “Alright. I’ll give it to you—the original, I mean. If you get me off.”

“Ok . . . if you include that you won’t keep any copies, it’s a deal,” Kari said.

“Agreed. But, there is one little problem.”

“What’s that?” Kari asked.

“Only this!” and she pushed Kari and Stacy back into the seats behind them, and then she lifted her skirt and pulled down her panties and brought out—a cock.

“You’re a shemale?”

“Yes, but my boss doesn’t know. I don’t want to lose my job, so if you suck me off, or let me fuck you, then I’ll give you the original recording and that will be the end of it.”

“Well, ok,” Kari said. She—or he, or whatever—Kari wasn’t sure how to think of her—moved up to Kari and pulled her mouth to suck on her hard cock. Kari just went with it, and her enthusiasm apparently seemed helpful, so it wasn’t long before her mouth was filled with more warm cum. She swallowed.

“Ok. I did what you asked. Give me the recording.”

“Alright. Wait here.” After a few minutes, she was back, and handed them a DVD disk. “Ok, now get out of here. I’ve got to get this room ready for the next show.”

“Ok. Have a nice day,” Stacy said as they walked out the theatre door.

As usual, Kari was still horny, so she suggested they get something to eat and then go to The Pony Ride strip club. She knew that Marc was working, so she invited Lisa, too. Unfortunately, Lisa had a series of assignments to transport people from the airport, etc., so she declined. Joe was also busy, and no one else seemed to want to go, so they went to the kitchen and raided the food being prepared, and ate. Kari washed herself off, since she was pretty sticky from all that cum. Then they changed into clean mini-dresses, this time with no bra or panties at all.

Kari called Linda for a cab ride, knowing she’d be too drunk to drive later. She whistled at them when she saw them. “Wow, looking for a hot evening, aren’t you?” They grinned and agreed, and told her where they wanted to go.

“Well, I’d say that makes it clear. Going to a strip bar dressed like sluts. I wish I could go with you.”

“You can, if you’d like. We’d just have to get another cab, since you couldn’t drive and drink afterwards.”

She considered this. “You know, it’s been a rather dull afternoon, and the middle of the week, so I don’t expect to make a lot of money today. You’re sure I can go with you? I’d have to run home and change.”

“Sure! That would be fine,” Kari said. “Can you get us another cab?”

“Yeah, I can radio in and do that. I’ll have to let our dispatcher know that I’m going to take the rest of the night off, anyway.”

So, Linda hurried back to her place, and changed into a short dress—not as short as theirs were, but it did show off her cleavage, and her big boobs bulged out from the push-up bra she had put on. By the time she was ready, the other cab had arrived, and they got in to go to the club.

Of course, Kari and Stacy were recognized at the door, and the guy collecting the cover charge called Marc right away. After a moment, he said to Linda, “I know you. You drive that white cab. Linda, right?”

She smiled. “Yes. I decided to take the evening off and have a little fun.”

“Well, you’ve always been easy to work with and you’ve been good to our customers. No cover charge for you tonight. Have fun!”

“Thank you!” Linda said, blushing.

Since it wasn’t a busy night, Marc came right away to escort them to the VIP room. He also recognized Linda as a cabbie, and greeted her warmly, complimented her for taking care of their customers, just as the doorman had done. As usual, when they got to their table, their drinks were already there, except for Linda’s, since they didn’t know what she wanted. Ginger was their server again, and she came up right away to take her order, and bent over showing Linda her cleavage while Linda was deciding.

But, Linda looked uncomfortable, and said to Kari and Stacy that she didn’t really know what to order on her budget—to which the server said, “Anyone at Kari’s table gets drinks on the house, so it’s already taken care of.” Kari noticed that when she said that, she also looked down at Linda’s boobs spilling out of her dress, and her eyes flickered in interest.

“Wow!” Linda exclaimed. “So, what should I order?” she asked Kari and Stacy. Stacy leaned over and suggested a couple of “Orgasms” which made Linda blush. “That’s the name of a drink. They’re quite good.”

“Ok, I’ll have that.”

“That’s great!” Ginger said, and then accidently dropped her empty tray in Linda’s lap. “Oh! I’m sorry!” but when she reached down to retrieve it, she managed to lightly squeeze Linda’s thigh and one of her boobs, which brought a lustful expression to Linda’s eyes. When she had waltzed away in her high heels, her hips swaying and her tight ass wiggling, Linda couldn’t take her eyes off of her.

“Was it my imagination, but was she trying to hit on me?” Linda asked Kari and Stacy.

“Looked like it to me,” they both replied in unison, then looked at each other and giggled.

Bunny was working in another area, but she came into the VIP room and greeted both Kari and Stacy with warm kisses and hugs—and after they had introduced her to Linda, she greeted her in a similar way. Then, she said she’d be back later, and went back to her assigned area of serving.

Melody had been over on the other side of the room when they came in, so she hadn’t seen them, but when she did, she excused herself from the table with a couple of guys and came right over.

“Hi! How are you?” Melody asked them brightly.

“We’re doing good . . . how are you?“ Kari asked. When Melody bent down to kiss her, she whispered, “Horny, though,” which brought a smile from Melody. They introduced her to Linda, and Melody gave her a hug and welcomed her warmly.

“Well, well, well, some of my favorite friends have arrived,” a voice said behind her, and Melody abruptly jumped a bit, clearly having been ‘goosed’ and turned around and wacked Alan on the shoulder lightly.

Of course, it was Alan coming by for his customary greeting.

“Hello, Kari and Stacy!” Alan said, getting his usual kiss and hug from both of them. “And who is this? . . . no, wait! . . . Linda? Don’t you usually drive a cab?”

Linda had already had two Orgasms (the drink, that is), so she was starting to be a little buzzed. She giggled. “Yeah, I finally decide to come in and enjoy the fun.”

“I’m very glad you did. You’ve been very good to our customers these past years, and we appreciate it very much. Unfortunately, you’re already getting free drinks because you’re with Kari, so I can’t give them to you.” Linda just blushed, a bit overwhelmed by their repeated compliments. “Maybe I should give you double-free drinks?”

“So, does that mean that you’d owe me for each one?” Linda said, catching on quickly.

“Heheh . . . I suppose it would, so I’d better behave and leave it at ‘your drinks are on the house’.” He glanced down at her boobs, though, and said, “On the other hand, if you’d like, I’ll share a toast in my office with you . . . hrmmmm . . . I think I have some Laphroaig Scotch left.”

“I’d love to!” Linda said, and then looked at Kari, Stacy and Melody in dismay.

“No, it’s ok, if you’d like to go and have a drink with him, feel free!” Kari said enthusiastically. And Melody said under her breath, “after all he’s going to feel free to fondle your boobs.” Thankfully, Alan didn’t hear her over the beat of the music in the club. Linda did, though, and blushed.

“Well, come on, then!” Alan said, offering his hand in the direction of his office. She got up and followed him to the back toward the offices.

“Well, at least one of us is going to get laid,” Melody said.

“I was hoping we all would, actually,” Kari added.

“Me, too,” Stacy said.

Melody laughed. “It seems unanimous. So, all we need to do is find someone to fuck us. Where are Mason and Terrell when you need them?”

Kari giggled. “Well, Terrell is the new security guard for the library following the rape. Mason has gotten back with his wife—sorta’ . . . and she’s a total slut, so he’s probably getting enough sex.”

“I didn’t know there was such a thing as ‘enough sex’,” Melody said, slipping her hand on Kari’s thigh. Kari remembered the incident in the movie theatre earlier that day, and put her hand on Melody’s, squeezing encouragingly and moving her hand up under her dress to her bare pussy.

“Speaking of that, you should hear what happened to us earlier at the movies,” Kari said.

Stacy took a drink of her rum and coke and said, “Yeah, that was both sexy and weird.”

Melody waved at Ginger to refill her glass, and said, “Hang on a minute while I get a refill . . . I’d like to hear all about it.” Ginger got her a Scotch and soda, although it wasn’t Laphroaig, Kari was sure. When she came up to their table, she asked, “Where did Linda go?”

“Oh, Alan took her to his office for a drink . . . with benefits, I’m sure.”

“That son-of-a-bitch! I was hoping to have some fun with her. She’s got some very nice boobs.” Ginger said.

“Hey! I’ve got nice boobs, too!” Stacy said, gulping her 4^th Orgasm.

Ginger looked at her and raised her eyebrows and winked. “Yes, you do. But I got the impression that Bunny had dibs on you, so I’ve been trying to be polite and not intrude.”

Stacy giggled. “No, actually, Kari is my significant-other, significant-lover. I live with her. But, we don’t insist on one partner, so she’s available, too—if she wants to be, I mean. We love Bunny, and Linda—and Melody, too.”

“Oh, really? I’m interested then.”

“When does your shift end?”

“In 2 hours,” Ginger said with dismay.

“Well, we’ll see where we are when the time comes, then. Or, we can get together some other time.”

“That’ll be great!”

Melody had been rubbing Kari’s pussy lips during that conversation, so when Ginger went to retrieve several more Orgasms, another rum and coke for Kari and Stacy and a Scotch and soda for Melody, she said, “Ok, so what happened at the movie theater?”

So, they told her about how the French family coming in and initiating sex without any particular warning. As it had progressed, Kari mentioned that she felt paralyzed with their boldness, and Stacy agreed. Kari also mentioned the movie theatre worker who came in and tried to blackmail them . . . and then finding out that she was a transsexual, but that Kari had sucked ‘her’ off to get the original copy of the video.

“Have you looked at the recording?”

Kari shook her head, but Stacy said, “I have. Apparently, they have several cameras going, so it was more or less like a staged event, like a regular porn movie. They managed to get almost all of it from very good camera angles.”

“Really?” Kari said, a bit startled. “So, they probably set up to do this all the time.”

“I’ll bet so. And, I’ll be very few people know that movie is being shown, so they agreed to give you the recording so you’d leave without filing a complaint,” Melody observed.

“Well, it’s true that we didn’t see that movie listed online or in the newspaper . . . but the guy selling tickets at the theatre suggested it, when we asked if they had any foreign films playing.”

“I’ll bet they lied about erasing all the copies, then. They can sell it on the internet without you knowing. It has no title, so how would you search for it?”

“Fondling in a movie theatre?”

“It went way beyond fondling.”

“Ok, an orgy in the movie theatre?”

“You can give that a try, but I’ll bet it will be hard to find,” Melody said. “It sounds like they have a thing going with someone. They may just be selling to a private audience. I wonder if they are using it for blackmail?”

“Well, they wouldn’t get anything out of us, but if a public figure went in there, and didn’t stop them from carrying out their sexual activity, then I’d think they could use it for blackmail. As I remember, the shemale backed off rapidly when ‘she’ found out that our employer was very rich. ‘She’ didn’t want a major investigation.”

“Yeah, that’s true,” Stacy agreed.

“But, how would they know who we are?” Kari asked.

“I’ll bet they wait until they hook a public figure, like a politician or a local minister or whoever. Then, it’s just a matter of recognizing someone who everyone already knows.”

“Do you have that recording handy to view?” Melody asked. “I’d be curious to see if I recognize these ‘French’ people.”

“Actually, I do . . . I put it on my cell phone as a video, because I wondered if I would recognized them in public and I wanted to have something to compare to,” Stacy replied. “And as soon as the shemale started jerking us around, I recorded that, too.”

“Stacy?” Kari said.

“Yes, Lover Doll?”

“Like I said before, you’re a genius.”

Stacy blushed and stuttered, “Thank you, my lover.”

She played it back for Melody. “Wait! Go back! Just a few seconds. I think I recognize them.”

“Uhmm . . . it’s hard to do that on my cell phone.”

“Can you transfer this video to a computer, so we can see it on a regular monitor?”

“Yeah, sure.”

Melody waved to Marc who was hanging around nearby, although nothing much was happening in the club just then. He came over. “Hi’yah, Melody . . . what can I do for you?”

Melody summarized the situation and asked if they could use his office computer to review the video on a larger screen. He looked thoughtful.

“You’ve actually made me curious. Let me re-arrange the security assignments for awhile and I’ll take you back and we can have a look.”

“Someone needs to let Linda know where we are when she returns from Alan’s office.”

“I’ll take care of it,” Marc said.

This time, they looked at the video on a very high-quality monitor, and as soon as the ‘French’ family came in and sat down, Melody exclaimed, “I’ve seen those people . . . all three of them . . . here at the club!”

Marc was looking over their shoulders. “Yeah, I have, too. But I don’t remember them having an accent or speaking French.”

“It’s very bad French anyway,” Melody added. “Besides that, I’m almost sure that there was another person with them, and I’m guessing it’s the transsexual.”

“I got one still picture of ‘her’ . . . here it is,” Stacy said, showing them on her cell.

“Yes. That’s her—or him, or whatever,” Melody said.

“Yeah, I remember them, too. So, it was all a set up, and they are most likely doing the films for blackmail.”

“And, for selling them as porn about being fondled and fucked in a movie theater,” Melody pointed out.

“Hang on and let me make a call. I’ll be right back,” Marc said, moving out of the room.

While they were waiting for Marc to return, Linda was ushered in with them. She looked a bit disheveled, and it looked like there was cum on her tits, some of which had also stained the top of her dress—but she was quite happy, and whoever had brought her in had also brought her several drinks, which she sipped as the conversation continued.

“So, how was your drink with Alan?”

“It was great! Very nice Scotch. And then, he played with my boobs and eventually, bent me over his desk and fucked me for awhile. Then he turned me around and told me to fuck him with my tits, so I did, and he came all over them. It was quite fun!” she replied, and then tossed down another shooter, and sipped some of her Scotch and soda. “What are you all up to?”

“Yeah, for sure . . . those four all work together . . . I’ve given them cab rides, and they’re not French, that’s for sure,” Linda said after she’d seen the video and heard the story. “All four of them come from some small town in West Texas . . . I don’t recall which one.”

Marc came back in and told them to go ahead and have some fun in the club. He said he’d started some very good people checking it out, and if they couldn’t find out what was going on, then probably no one could.

Alan came out of his office and approached their table with a bright smile. “So, Kari . . . I hear that you’ve resigned from the public library, so when do you want to start your sexy librarian stripping act here?”

“Uhmm . . . I’ll need Melody to teach me how to do the act . . . I’m still not sure I should be doing it, but I think someone mentioned that I could wear a mask, so I might could do it that way.”

“Great! . . . Mel? . . . how soon can you get her set up for the act?”

“I don’t know, Alan, but I’ll start working on it, and let you know.”

“Ok, works for me . . . I’ll put you on the schedule for the 1^st of September, Kari . . . gives you a month . . . make that your goal . . . your deadline.”

“Uhmm . . . ok, but if I’m not ready by then . . . “

“Well, if that happens, we’ll work from there,” Alan replied smoothly. “The thing is, you won’t get paid until you start dancing, so I’m sure you’ll want to get started soon. Besides . . . we’ll start advertizing that you’ll be on stage by then. I’m sure you don’t want to disappoint your fans,” he added with a grin.

“Uhmm . . . no,” Kari replied, and her pussy pulsed with her desire to expose herself to a roomful of horny guys and gals.

“We probably should arrange a gangbang with the football team beforehand, though,” her slutself kicked in.”

“We should? Why is that?”

“It would kick your hornyness level up to outer space, so you’d have a lot of motivation to show what you can strip onstage.”

“That’s probably true . . . but I need to learn this act, so help me with this, ok? . . . like I mean, let’s get this gangbang going, so I can learn the act with Melody, and I’m guessing that the hornier I am, the better I will learn it.”

“Ok . . . you’ll just have to call the Rictnors and volunteer for the gangbang . . . it’s close to end of term at college, so you might even get Everyready and the college gang to fuck you senseless.”

Kari’s pussy pulsed at the thought. She swallowed hard.

“So, uhmm . . . so, I’ll have a gangbang with the whole football team?”

“They can probably arrange that, but you should get your reservations in right away.”

“Ok . . . let me get this straight . . . so, I’m supposed to call the Rictnors and ask for them to arrange a gangbang with a local high school football team . . . or the football team from the college their son goes to.”

“Well, you could always ask for one of the pro football teams to gangbang you.”

“Uh, no, thanks . . . I’m having enough trouble with the high school football team idea.”

“You’ve dreamed about that for decades . . . what did you think would happen? . . . that you’d die and go to Kentucky? You and Michael J. Fox?”

“Or I could just die as the worst slut ever.”

“Nah, that won’t get you more sex . . . unless they have that after death, but I don’t think that’s a good goal, just sayin’.”

They had a lot of fun in the club after that. Linda had already gotten laid, and Kari had gotten enough drinks in her to sit with her mini-dress well up on her waist, and one of her straps had ‘accidently’ fallen down on her right arm, so every time she moved, her nipple would come into plain view. Since she was right handed, to raise her glass to get a drink did the trick easily.

When Ginger came by to refill their drinks, she looked down at Kari’s bush and pussy lips out in plain view and said, “My, my, glad to see you’re feeling at home. And, come to think of it, I’d like to feel all that you’re showing, too.”

“Help yourself,” Kari said, leaning back and opening her legs even more. Ginger glanced around to see if anyone was watching, and when there wasn’t, she reached down and rubbed Kari’s labia for a bit, and then slipped two fingers inside her.

“Gawd, you’re hotter than a fire cracker, and wetter, too,” Ginger breathed. “Maybe we could both go to the restroom for a few minutes? We could use the server’s restroom, so the patrons won’t bother us.”

“Sure. Lead the way,” Kari said.

As soon as they got into the restroom, Ginger pushed her back against the wall and grabbed her around the back of the neck with one hand and pulled her mouth to hers for a kiss. Not one of those slow and loving kisses, but one which spoke of deep hunger and lust, perhaps even hard enough to bruise their lips. Her tongue entwined with Kari’s, and her other hand first pulled Kari’s other strap down, so her breasts were completely exposed and then she mauled them, one and at time, taking time between lustful kisses to move down to bite them lightly and suck them hard. Kari had always had very sensitive nipples, so she actually had several light orgasms while Ginger feasted on them. It was all she could do to just lean back against the wall, and let Ginger have her way with her.

Then, Ginger reached down between her legs. This time, she didn’t hesitate, but thrust three fingers up into Kari’s cunt, bringing a squeal of pleasure from Kari.

“Gawd, you’re a sexy slut, aren’t you?”

“Yes . . . at least, I’m a total slut. I’m glad to know that you think I’m sexy,” Kari replied, looking her right in the eye. Ginger put a fourth finger into Kari’s and began to pump in and out, very hard, and Kari started mewling in short squeals, matching her strokes. She started cumming after about the 5th pump, and Ginger didn’t let up for awhile longer—time, at that point, had very little meaning for Kari.

Then, Ginger pulled her fingers out and put them in Kari’s mouth, so she sucked her own juices off enthusiastically. After that, Ginger got down on her knees between Kari’s legs and devoured her pussy. Kari was in the middle of a huge orgasm when one of the other servers came into the restroom.

“My, my . . . that looks like fun,” she said. Kari just looked at her with glazed eyes and Ginger acted like she hadn’t heard her at all. So, she just shrugged and went into one of the stalls. So, Kari came several more times before Ginger finally slowed down.

“I guess, I’d better get back to work,” Ginger said.

“But, I haven’t helped you cum yet!” Kari protested.

“Baby, this ain’t even half-time yet,” Ginger said. “We’ll just have to put it on pause until I finish my shift.”

“Oh. . . . “ Kari’s brain was a little fried from all the orgasms, so she couldn’t think of anything to say. Ginger kissed her right then, anyway, and Kari could taste herself on Ginger’s lips, just as she had from her fingers.

As she went out, she happened to look at herself in the mirror. Her hair was all in disarray her face looked sweaty. Her thighs were wet, and her dress was wrinkled. She remembered just then to pull her dress straps back up, or she would have walked out with her boobs wide open.

“Ah, go for it,” her slutself said. “You’ve always wanted to be a flasher.”

“Well, yeah, but I look like a lesbian has just fist-fucked me.”

“Ok. Yeah, that’s true. What’s the problem?”

“It’s just that . . . nevermind . . . I’ll just go out like this and see what happens.”

“There ya’ go, babe. Always great talkin’ wit’ ya . . . see you again, soon.”

“We were beginning to wonder about you,” Melody said when she returned to her chair, looking at Kari with raised eyebrows . . . Kari grinned, a bit uncomfortably, since she still wasn’t used to looking like a used whore. (Her slutself kicked in, “so, before you just looked like an unused whore . . . what’s the difference?”) She tried to sort of run her fingers through her sweaty hair, and took a long drink.

“Well, Ginger was . . . uhmm . . . interested.”

“It appears that she followed up on her interest,” Melody replied, her hand reaching for Kari’s inner thigh as she usually did. “Was it fun?”

“Uhmm . . . yeah . . . “and Kari blushed, since in this circle of friends, it was clear that Ginger had fucked her. “Uhmm . . . she said she wasn’t done yet, though, just had to put it on pause and get back to work.”

“She’s hot . . . glad you enjoyed it, baby,” Melody purred, as her fingers twirled around in the entrance to Kari’s pussy. Kari, of course, immediately got aroused again.

Kari looked at Melody and grinned. “I’m glad we met, Melody. You’re a very sexy woman, and you’ve always been wonderful to me.”

Melody giggled. “It’s been a lot of fun, hasn’t it. And a lot more to come--pun intended,” and she slipped two fingers into Kari’s hot cunt and reached over to kiss her lips. Kari kissed her back and felt her thighs pulse up towards Melody’s fingers, helping them fuck her. As many orgasms as she’d had with Ginger, she didn’t think she’d be cumming again right away, but that proved to be false very soon.

After her thighs had squeezed Melody’s fingers and she’d bowed forward and almost knocked over her drink glass, she looked up and blushed, since she had numerous onlookers. There were several tables of guys in plain sight of what had just happened, and she could see that they had enjoyed the view.

One of the bolder guys—or maybe he’d just had more to drink—came over. “Can I take a turn on that?”

Before either Melody or Kari could answer, Stacy piped in. “Hey, she’s gotten off several times, and I haven’t even had my first tonight. No fair!” She was grinning, so it was half in jest, but at the same time, it seemed clear that she wanted to be part of the action.

“Works for me,” he said, grinning back, and seating himself next to her. “Not to be forward or anything, you have very nice boobs.”

“Thank you. And, yeah, it’s forward, but that’s fine with me,” Stacy said, and took hold of his arm. “Soooo . . . what did you have in mind?”

“You mean besides your boobs, sex, boobs, sex, pussy, sex and sex?”

Stacy giggled and turned to the others. “I like him,” and then turned back to him. “No, including that. At this rate, we’ll have to move right along to ‘where’ are we going to explore all those things.”

“That depends on how involved you want it to be, so it could be ‘your place or mine?’ or it could be, let’s check out my car, and we’ll see what happens when I put it in park, or it could be how far to the nearest motel?” he said blandly. “I confess, however, that I’m married, so my place isn’t one of the options.”

“Well . . . then, I guess, we’ll have to either go to my place . . . or, actually, it’s Kari’s place—“

“—it is NOT! . . . it’s our place, lover . . . so, if you want to go with him there, go right ahead,” Kari interrupted. “You might want to warn Jacquie and Bunny, so they will be out of your way.”

“I can see that your relationships are a bit more complicated than meets the eye,” he said, trying to follow all that. “Or, at least more complicated than most people. By the way, my name is ‘Matt,” he added.

“Very nice to meet you . . . “ and they introduced each other around the table.

“Your last name isn’t ‘Dillon’ by chance, is it,” Kari joked.

“Naw . . . which it was, though . . . people would think I was tougher, if it was,” he sighed.

“Well, maybe you can shoot straight enough, anyway,” Stacy put in, her eyelashes fluttering at him.

“Heheh . . . I would hope so.”

“We can update Bunny easily enough,” Kari said, and waved to Ginger. “Could you ask Bunny to stop by for a minute, please?”

“I take it that Bunny has something to do with your place?”

“She’s living there.”

“And she works here?”

“Yes. And Jacquie lives there, too . . . she’s . . . uhmm . . . that’s a long story.”

“And you live there, too?” he asked Kari.

“Uh . . . no . . . not really . . . I live with a Master Chef . . . and he has an apartment in Wendy Marcella’s mansion, so I’m rarely at my . . . house, any more. I know this sounds confusing,” she finished lamely.

“Wendy Marcella? You mean the billionaire?”

Bunny came up to their table, smiling, “Yes?”

Stacy said to her, “I just wanted you to know that I’m bringing Matt home with me tonight, that’s all.”

“Ok, that’s fine. Thanks for the head’s up. Let me know if I can do anything to help.”

“Say, what’s your wife going to say when you don’t come home tonight?” Stacy asked him.

“She’s in England at the moment, so she won’t know.”

“Oh. So, maybe your relationship isn’t so simple, either?”

“Heheh . . . I guess you’re right.”

“Well, Melody, so far, you’re the only one who hasn’t gotten laid,” Kari commented. “Linda and I can come home with you and have a little fun, though—and I’ll bet Ginger would want to join us.”

“Works for me,” Linda said, looking a bit drunk with her blouse open far enough to see the cum dripping down her boobs.

“Really? That would be great.” Melody said, brightening up.

But, a few moments later, Wesley walked over to them, and kissed Kari and Melody on the cheek. “Long time, no see,” he said mildly.

“Yeah, it’s only been a week or so,” Kari said, and then introduced Linda.

“Well, it’s a long time when you’re going without sex,” he said, grinning.

“Well, we were just putting together an orgy, and all we can get together at the moment are 4 of us women,” Melody said. “Want to join us?”

“Heheh . . . what an offer,” Wesley chuckled. “Much as I hate to say it, I’m not sure I can do 4 women tonight. Just came off of a long assignment, and I’m too tired. Bad timing. I should have had this conversation tomorrow night after I’d had some sleep.”

“Well, then, if Melody and Linda want to entertain you, that’s fine with me. Ginger already has dibs on me for a follow-up match from earlier,” Kari said.

“A follow-up match from earlier?”

“Yeah. She took me into the server’s restroom and had her way with me,” Kari said, tingling from being so open and exposed about it. “She said . . . uhmm . . . she wasn’t done with me yet, but that we’d have to put it on pause because she had to come back in here and finish her shift before we’d finish.”

“Another one of those girl-girl scenes, huh?”

“Yeah. Another one of those hot girl-girl scenes that seem to turn guys on a lot,” Kari replied smiling, with an obvious wink at him.

Linda brightened up. “I like girl-girl scenes, too, if Melody is interested,” she said happily—although in a rather slurred voice, moving her arms together to push her boobs out toward Wesley and Melody.

Melody smiled. “Of course, I’m interested. I love your boobs! And Kari and I found out that Wesley loves to watch women fucking each other.” She looked back up at Wesley. “How ‘bout it, big boy! Think you can handle two of us?” Turning back to Linda, she said, “and, by the way, when I said big, I meant it. He has a very nice large cock.” Turning back again to Wesley, “and you’ve already seen her big boobs, so what’s the holdup?”

Wesley laughed heartily . . . for several minutes, in fact, having to take a breath in between several times. “Well, I guess this would be under the category of an offer I can’t refuse.”

Melody smiled and reached out and rubbed his cock through his trousers. “So, let’s do it! I’m ready. Linda’s ready. And judging from your hard-on, you’re ready. We’re all ready.”

Wesley laughed some more, and waved to Marc to ask for a cab. Marc said there were several outside already, “So, take your pick. Looks like you’ve got your hands full with these women,” he added grinning.

“Sadly, I’ve had to reduce it only to two of them. Just came off of a long hard assignment, so I’m probably too tired to do four of them justice.”

“Well, that’s a good problem to have,” Marc said grinning back. “But, take care of them, they’re friends of mine,” Marc added.

“Yeah, I could tell that. No problem, I will.”

Ginger showed up to Kari’s table, now off of her shift, and sat down close to her. “You’re all by yourself, baby. Can’t have that, now, can we?” She put her hand on Kari’s thigh, rather high up—which wasn’t hard, since Kari’s thighs were totally exposed as before, with the one dress strap falling down and one nipple exposed whenever she moved.

Kari was pretty drunk by that time, but she smiled. “Jus’ waitin’ for you, girl. We haven’t even got to half-time, you said, so I told the others to go on.”

Ginger grinned, and waved at the new server, who was the girl who had come in on them during their passion earlier. “Bring us a couple more, ok?”

“Sure, Ginger, and Kari always gets free drinks, so do you get them free when you’re with her? And, by the way, Kari, my name is Shawna, since I’m your new server.”

“As far as I know. You can check with Marc, so if I need to pay up, I’ll even up later,” Ginger said.

“Shawna . . . thas’ a vurry sexy name, makes me think of warm fur,” Kari slurred.

Shawna took one look down at Kari’s exposed bush, and replied grinning, “Why thank you, Kari . . . I can see you have some warm fur, too,” and she headed to the bar to get their drinks.

“Maybe next time, we can have her join us,” Ginger said.

“Shurrr . . . th’ mor’ th’ merrier,” Kari said. “I’d like to shlurp on her fur, tha’sh for shurr.”

“Me, too. Now, I’ve got to catch up on the booze. I’m obviously behind you, you’re drunk as a street whore.”

“An’ that wud’ be pretty drunk, huh, baby?” Kari said, her eyes having trouble focusing. “You can have these two Orgasms, baby . . . tur’ catch up on the booze, ah’ mean.”

“Works for me,” Ginger replied, then looked around, didn’t see anyone watching, and put both shots down, one-two.

“An’ have a Buckshot on me,” Kari said. “Mayb’ two of them. ‘Er, a coupl’a straight Tequila shots.”

“Whoa, baby. Tryin’ to make me drunk are you?”

“Shurr . . . that way yer can take advant’age ah-f me, baby.”

Ginger laughed. “I think I’m already there, but I’ll take free drinks anyway they come.”

When she came with their order, Kari told Shawna that she’d like to lick her fur, Shawna laughed. “We’ll have to plan that sometime when I’m not working. And, by the way, Ginger, Marc told me you’re free tonight, since you’re with Kari,” that last toward Ginger, of course.

“No, prob’lm. Tha’sh great! Then git Ginger a couple or t’ree of whatever shee wan’sh.”

“I’ll go for the straight Tequila . . . so I can take her home and ravish her body,” Ginger said, looking Shawna straight in the eyes. “You might can join us next time, baby. I’d like to lick your fur, too.”

Shawna blushed with arousal. “Two or three?”

“Make it three. And, yeah, I know it’s not according to the rules, but they’ve been bending the rules for Kari for months.”

“Let me go get them, and then when I come back, would you mind telling me why they are?”

“Sure. I can see that the crowd is very small tonight, so it’s not busy . . . uhmm . . . maybe, you could sit down with us?”

“I’ll check with Marc, but yeah, it’s dead tonight, middle of the week, 1am. I’ll be falling asleep before closing at this rate.”

“Yeah, been there, done that,” Ginger replied.

“Be right back.”

“He said, yeah, nothing happening tonight, so he could even send me home early . . . that’s what Marc said, I mean. And, if . . . uhmm . . . you wanted to . . . uhmm . . . I could tell him that I’d like to go home early,” she said to them, blushing a bit.

Ginger took one of the shots and licked the salt, knocked it back, and sucked on the lime.

“So, anyway . . . why do they bend the rules for you, Kari?”

“Ish’ Jackie still working here?” Kari asked.

“Uhmm . . . no . . . she attacked one of the dancers, so they fired her . . . in fact, she’s facing assault charges,” Ginger said.

“Uhmm . . . well, shhee attacked me, an’ . . . uhmm . . . used a belt to whip my cunt until I . . . uhmm . . . Alan and Marc ‘ave let me ‘ave free drinksh since then. Not ter’men’shun thet Alan wants me to strip . . . t’ sexy librarian.”

“I’ve heard about him talking about that . . . you’re the sexy librarian he’s been talking about?”

“Yeesh . . . I sur’pose so,” Kari said, looking owlishly at her glass and trying to maneuver it to her mouth for a sip, a rather difficult process.

Ginger took the second of the three shots and knocked it back.

“At this rate,” Shawna said, “I’d better come with the two of you because I’ll be the only one sober. Neither of you is planning to drive are you?”

“Worksh’ fer’ me,” Kari said, looking owlishly at her. “Nope . . . use a cab when I’m thish drunk.”

“We could always order some booze for you before we go, though,” Ginger observed, looking a bit owlish herself by then.

“That would be nice of you. I’m . . . uhmm . . . I don’t have any money, and I’m depending on this check from work to pay my rent, so you’d have to . . .”Shawna said hesitantly.

“Not t’ worry, warm fur baby,” Kari said and waved to Marc. Somehow knowing that she was too drunk for such a complicated conversation, she gestured to Ginger with one eye half-closed trying to focus, “’Splain it to ‘im for me, ok?”

Marc chuckled at Kari’s inebriation, and looked questioningly at Ginger. Ginger crooked a finger at him, and he bent down closer to her ear.

“Ah, well . . . Kari is a very close friend, and she’s come out for some fun tonight, and apparently you two are ‘the fun’ part. So, what will you have?” he said smiling at Shawna.

Shawna blushed that Marc apparently knew what was planned, and perhaps because she might have been interested in him, anyway. She cleared her throat. “Uhmm . . . maybe an Orgasm or . . . if not, maybe a . . . uhmm . . . “

“Baby, it’s on the house . . . I can get you say, four drinks before you three go off to have fun, so, just ask for whatever you want.”

“’e’s the Butler’s Lady’s boyfren’,” Kari said, out of the blue. “Ve’re vurry’ close fren’s.”

“What did you say?”

Marc cleared his throat. “I think she said that I’m the Butler Lady’s boyfriend, and we’re all very close friends—and she’s right.”

“Lisha’s on her way ter’ Vegas, right?” Kari said, looking blearily at Marc.

“Yeah . . . she wanted me to be there for the rehearsal, but I told her I’ll be there tomorrow, no problem. They have all that set up and script to go through, and I’d just have to stand around. But, I wouldn’t miss the final performance for the world.”

Shawna looked at Marc and blushed. “Wow! . . . I mean, like . . . Wow! . . . The real Butler Lady is your girlfriend? You mean the one who is going to be the M/C for THE BEAT OF SAN ANTONIO in their Vegas show?”

Even in her inebriated state, Kari thought for a minute that Marc almost blushed. He cleared his throat.

“<ahem> . . . uh, yeah. She is.”

Shawna just looked at him and blushed and looked down and away, trying to hide behind her hair.

“But, anyway, girls . . . let’s get you off to your destination. What four drinks do you want, Shawna?”

“Uhmm . . . four Tequila shots, straight and neat . . . and yeah, I could use the salt and lime.”

“Ok . . . coming right up.” Marc headed to the bar apparently unconcerned.

“Ok, so you had the hots for Marc, too, did you?” Ginger said to Shawna. “Don’t we all. Very few get to enjoy the fruits of our lust, however.”

“He’s vurry hot. Big cock. ‘njoys kinky sex,” Kari said. “I came vurry big.”

“He fucked you?”

Kari turned at looked at her with a puzzled expression. “Yeah . . . ‘ist ‘ard to describe.”

Shawna was looking at Kari. “You know the Butler Lady?”

“Lisa? Yea’sh . . . shurr,” Kari said, again looking puzzled.

Shawna’s four shots arrived and she put them down very quickly, at least from Kari’s point of view. She thought vaguely that the shock that Marc was not available, since he was already attached to The Butler Lady added to her desire to get sloshed.

It had started to rain, and it was getting late enough in the year to be very cold rain. They weren’t dressed very warmly, but Marc escorted them out to the cab under a rather large umbrella. The cab driver didn’t seem to speak English easily, but his eyes in the rear-view mirror were quite wide when Ginger started kissing and fondling Kari. Shawna was on the left side, Kari in the middle and Ginger on the right. Shawna looked like she felt too shy to join in while they were driving in the cab, and even Ginger was a bit less aggressive. When they got to Ginger’s place and paid off the cab with a generous tip, they went from the pouring cold rain into Ginger’s very cozy apartment.

When they got inside, Ginger went to the fireplace and used a very long match to light the tinder underneath the split logs which had been obviously put in place in advance. The flames quickly grew around the logs and Kari and Shawna sat on the hearth as near as they could, occasionally reaching out to warm their hands.

“I know it’s not as sexy as we’d like it to be, but get out of your clothes, girls . . . you’ll just get chilled from being wet from the rain. I’ll put them in the dryer and get you some robes.”

They did as she said, because, after all, they were both shivering waiting for the fireplace to radiate enough heat, and their wet clothes weren’t helping, that was certain. So, after they stripped off their wet clothes, they both stood rubbing their arms and trying to get close to the fire, until Kari just grabbed Shawna in a hug.

“Surely it’s warmer together than apart,” Kari said, and Shawna reached around and hugged her close. The cold rain seemed to have sobered Kari up—actually, a lot more than she’d wanted, but it was what it was.

“Yeah, it seems so,” Shawna said, wriggling her body so she could get as much warmth from Kari as she could, all the while Kari doing the same. Ginger came out with several very large quilts, and brought them to the couch facing the fire.

“Come on, girls, it’ll be much warmer in here together,” and Kari and Shawna dove onto the couch and under the quilts which Ginger used to cover them. The warmth spread quickly as they hugged each other.

“I don’t have a lot of choices to drink, but I do have some jug wine . . . Carlos Rossi Burgundy, which usually warms me up pretty well. Will that do? The only other thing I have is some Carlos Rossi Paisano, which is a bit sweeter, but it’s still red, so it usually helps with a chill. I’m sorry, but I don’t entertain very often, so I’m not stocked very well”

“Sure, I’ll take some Paisano . . . I’ve had that before. My ex-husband used to get it and use it in the spaghetti sauce.” Kari said.

“That sounds fine for me, too, Ginger, thank you.” Shawna answered her politely.

“You’ve been married, then?” Shawna asked Kari, snuggled up with her legs wrapped around Kari’s underneath the warm quilt. The fire had taken off, so the room was starting to get very cozy.

“Yeah. 20 years.” Deep sigh.

“You were married for 20 years? Just how old are you?”

“I’m . . . 53.”

Shawna pulled back and looked at her. “Get outta’ here! I was guessing about 35 or so.”

Kari just looked at her. “Well, yeah, but I was born in 1961, so the math is what it is. It wouldn’t have been my preference. I’d much rather be 19 now, since my sex life has come unfettered. I wasted a long time.”

Ginger brought them both a glass of Paisano. “Yeah, and your sex life is certainly one of your most attractive features, baby,” as she put her own glass down and got under the quilt with them.”

Kari wasn’t totally sober from the club, so she just looked over at her and licked her lips. “Well, all I can say is that I thought about you almost the entire evening at the club . . . after our little . . . uhmm . . . time together.” Ginger smiled back and snuggled up while mauling Kari’s boobs.

Shawna heaved at big sigh. “I can’t believe that Marc is already . . . uhmm . . . attached! I’ve dreamed about him for months.”

Kari reached over and pulled her into an embrace together with Ginger. “Yeah, well, you can believe it. Lisa has him wrapped around her little finger about as much as anyone in the whole world could. Did you know that he’s a black belt in Karate?”

“He is?”

“Yeah. It’s a long story, but you know the teen who was about to be raped when The Butler Lady rescued her?”

Kari noticed that both Ginger and Shawna had very wandering hands, and fingers, so she joined them. In a few moments, there wasn’t a pussy without fingers in it. That seemed quite comfortable, and they all had another sip of wine without having to lose the warmth of someone else’s fingers thrust inside a very wet hole.

“Go on,” both Shawna and Ginger said in unison after their sip of wine, and then looked at each other and laughed.

Kari laughed a bit. “Well, after that, everyone gathered at the mansion . . . you know, Wendy’s place . . . “

“Wendy’s place?”

“Uhmm . . . I can see there’s a lot to fill in, so maybe I should continue this story later?”

“No! Go on!” both Shawna and Ginger said in unison again.

They all laughed, and took another sip of their wine, which was beginning to warm them.

“Cheers!” Ginger offered her glass out for a toast. “To a truly fun threesome!”

“Indeed!” Kari agreed, clinking her glass with Ginger’s, and Shawna followed suit.

After the toast, Kari asked, “Ok, so where should I begin?”

They had each had several orgasms by the time Kari finished her tale, and when they all took another sip of wine, Shawna said, “Oh, gawd . . . he’s such a hunk. I’m going to have to wait forever to find a decent guy.” At the time she said that, Ginger was on the floor under the quilt ravishing Kari’s cunt with her mouth and tongue, like she had done so well before, so Kari had just kissed Shawna using a lot of tongue and fingered her cunt with a similar enthusiasm that she’d received from Ginger earlier. The numerous orgasms continued to make thighs quiver and juices flow for all three of them.

“Well, maybe we can help you out in the meantime,” Kari told her, as she tried to get her breath after some of the more prestigious orgasms had swept through all three of them.

“Well, yes . . . you already have . . . it’s not that I don’t appreciate what you’ve done. I’m just still in shock that Marc is The Butler Lady’s boyfriend. I can’t compete with the likes of her!”

“Yeah, well . . . that’s true . . . Lisa . . . The Butler Lady, I mean . . . is pretty hard to compete with, but I’m sure there are others who would want you, baby. You’re very pretty and your pussy tastes very nice, indeed!”

Shawna laughed. “Well, thank you, Kari. You don’t think I could work at your new library do you?”

“Well, do you know anything about that? A library, I mean?”

“We need to talk later,” Shawna said, as Kari had another huge orgasm from Ginger’s tongue.

“Ok,” Kari breathed, and the rest of the night was rather blurred when she tried to remember it later—but, what she DID remember was VERY sexy.

Kari felt very confused when she awakened the next morning, probably from the carryover of the numerous drinks she’d had the previous evening at the club. She looked around and, although it was strange, she was in her own bed at Joe’s apartment and the sun was shining brightly behind the curtains. After a few minutes, she vaguely remembered riding a cab back to the mansion in the very early hours before dawn.

“Well, hello, sleepyhead!” Stacy said from the doorway, where she was leaning against the frame. “We were hoping you’d wake up at least for brunch. You know how wonderful the food is with Joe in charge!”

Kari rubbed her eyes and sat up, as Stacy brought a tray of coffee, cinnamon rolls and fruit. “Just for the warm-up, Lover Doll,” Stacy said brightly. “The real food is out here waiting for you whenever you wake up.”

Kari grinned at her and took a sip of her coffee. “Real food? . . . this looks like real food to me, but, anyway . . .you look happy! . . . it went well with Matt, I take it?”

“Oh YEAH! He’s a hunk. Too bad he’s already married, though,” Stacy said, and she sort of stiffened, suddenly looking down and away, and Kari could see her fighting her tears when she turned back into Kari’s view.

“I’m sorry, Baby Doll,” Kari said gently. “I wasn’t trying to stir up your pain.”

Stacy sat down beside her on the bed. “It’s not you. I just don’t know where I can fit in . . . things are different than they were, so . . . well, anyway . . . it’s a very bright and beautiful day, so . . . “ she said, turning her head upward and took a deep breath in an obvious attempt to make light of it all.

Kari interrupted her. “Stacy?”

She turned and looked at her, deeply opening her eyes this time, and Kari could see her tears brimming on her eyelids. Kari put her cup down and opened her arms. Stacy whimpered as she joined her embrace, and Kari just held her for a bit. She started to relax, then sat back up and smiled wanly at Kari.

“Go ahead and have your coffee and eat. I don’t want to interrupt that.”

Kari reached out and touched her cheek gently. “So, maybe Matt was a bit too good, then. And, it made you want him, but since he’s unavailable . . . ?”

“Yeah, that pretty much says it. It looks like all the good guys have already been taken.”

“Oh, you never know. Besides, after living with someone, you come to understand other things about them, their dark side, so it may not be as fun as it first looked.”

“I suppose that’s true. I guess I didn’t get the chance to live with you long enough to see your dark side.”

Kari didn’t know what to say to that. She took a sip of her coffee and chewed on a bit of cantaloupe thoughtfully. “Actually, I think you bring out my real side—and since I’ve started fulfilling my sexual desires, I don’t have to be the bitch I used to be when I was married. You’ve really helped me explore my sexual side, which had been repressed for so long. Besides, for a long time, I thought that WAS my dark side.”

“Then what’s changed?”

Kari took another sip of coffee and a bite of a cinnamon roll. “I guess the whole thing was really about self-acceptance. I was trying to be the person my mother wanted me to be, and I when I think about it, that really made me a bitch. Sometimes, I think that she wanted me to be like her, and she is certainly a bitch—at least about marriage and how she treated my father.”

“So, now?”

“Well, so now, I don’t have to be her or like her . . . I don’t have to be a bitch . . . and I can be sexual and . . . well, like me.”

“I like you,” Stacy said softly. “In fact, I love you.”

Kari looked at her with moist eyes, put her cup down and hugged her closely again—this time for a long time.

“Well, anyway . . . It was fun at the club. Where did you end up last night?”

“It turned out to be a dull night at the club, so Shawna went with us to Ginger’s place, and we had sex on her couch in front of the fireplace until we were too tired to go on.”

“Shawna?”

“The blonde server who took Ginger’s place when the shift changed. She was there earlier, too, but had started later than Ginger, so Marc assigned her to our table when Ginger got off shift. As it turned out, she had come in the server’s restroom while Ginger was sucking on my pussy earlier. I can tell you that she’s a true blonde, that’s for sure,” Kari grinned.

“Heheh . . . so, you ended up in a threesome, too.”

“Too?”

“Yeah . . . well, when Matt and I got home we were on the couch starting to make out, and shortly after that, Bunny arrived home. Bunny went to get us all a drink, and then we talked for a bit, and Matt complimented her boobs, and the conversation went to girl-girl scenes, and one thing led to another—so, Bunny joined us. It was very sexy. Started out with Bunny and I in a 69, and Bunny and I fisted each other. Then we started sucking and fucking with him included. Matt has a big cock, and he knows how to use it—and he did, with both of us. He came in buckets all over our faces the first time. He said he hadn’t had sex for awhile, so that’s why he had so much cum. We spent some time licking it off of each other until he got hard again for us to take turns riding him. He came inside Bunny’s mouth, and later inside my ass, too. I lost count of my cums. It was great!”

Kari’s pussy twitched at her sexy story. “I like that idea of licking a lot of cum off of each other. By the way, I was thinking about calling the Rictnor’s and asking them to set up a gangbang.”

“Really?”

“I’ve always had the fantasy of the being gangbanged by the football team—you know, like when I was in high school, and my parents wouldn’t even let me go out of a date. I used to day dream even long after I got married that the football team would come over to the library and take turns with me and just leave me there all covered with cum. I never told anyone about that until now, though.”

“So, you’ve decided to try to live out that fantasy?”

“Well, I’ve thought about it. I guess I’m trying to get up the courage,” she said, smiling at Stacy.

“Well, if you want to do it, I’ll go with you . . . and I’ll lick the cum off of you all over. I’ve always liked doing that with you, Lover Doll.” Stacy looked like the whole idea turned her on, and she laid down on Kari’s legs, hugging and caressing them.

“One of my other fantasies is to have a group of guys fuck their girlfriends with condoms on, and then they would give the full condoms to me. I’d take all their condoms and pour them out on myself all over and drink the cum from some of them—and even squeeze out some of them inside my cunt. Back then I loved the fantasy of getting knocked up like that—of course, that was back when I could get pregnant. . . . Of course, I can’t now. I’m too old,” Kari said, sighing at that last part.

Stacy shivered with excitement. “That’s sexy—and slutty. Are you going to live out that one, too?”

“I guess if I talk about these fantasies enough, I might get up the courage to go after them one by one.”

“This is getting me all hot and horny, Lover Doll,” Stacy said, grinning. “At least you’ve gotten my mind off of Matt—I can see that there are plenty of opportunities ahead. You’d better finish your coffee and come out to eat, or we’ll be here all day making out.”

“Ok . . . but, that wouldn’t be such a bad idea, either,” Kari said, grinning back.

“So, what’s bothering you,” Joe asked, after she’d caught him up on all the events, including the conversation with her slutself about the gangbang, and then later with Stacy.

“It’s clearly a turning point. I’d be setting out intentionally—and therefore, according to my mother’s view, I’d be responsible—for initiating a major sexual event involving a lot of people, and since something like that is hard to keep secret, there’s a good chance that people would come to know about it.” Kari shivered with sexual excitement about herself being exposed. “Part of me wants to be discovered, I guess.

“Like by your parents, you mean,” Joe commented, as he traced circles on her naked body. Kari had come to love his caresses, before, during and after sex.

“Yeah, but also people at the library, our Sunday school class, people in the church or the public in general. You can bet that the Rictnor’s would video it, if I ask them to host it. It would likely show up on that website that their son and his friends put the earlier one up on.”

“Why do you care about what they think?”

“I don’t know. It’s doubtful that I’d lose much . . . I’m really not close friends with any of them anyway—not except for the friends I have here with you. I don’t think I’d lose my job, and I know things are stable here with you. I’ve even got retirement money in the bank, thanks to Jacquie—actually I have all the rest of my retirement from the library, too. My house is paid off—I just have to keep the place up, or rent it, or whatever.”

“Why don’t you work out a deal with Stacy, Bunny and Jacquie to pay a little rent, just for up-keep and property taxes. That way, it will always be there. Later on, if you decide to sell it, ok.”

“That’s a good idea. I’ll have to figure out what it costs to keep that place up—although, not Jacquie, since she already paid off the loan. If that was rent, she’s paid up for about 20 years.”

“So, back to the original issue. What’s bothering you about asking for your fantasies to be fulfilled.”

“Well, I wanted to make sure it wasn’t a problem for you. The last thing I’d want is to lose you, Joe.”

“I appreciate that . . . but, the thing is, I’d like to fulfill my fantasies, too, and you’ve already helped me do that. I’m enjoying what I do as a chef better than ever, working in a fabulous place with an almost unlimited budget . . . I have you to come home to . . . and you’re the sexiest woman I could have ever dreamed of, and I love you on top of everything. I’d marry you in a second. And, so far, all of your fantasies have been pretty fun, even the ones you’ve turned into real events. I can’t find any problem in there anywhere.”

“Well, promise me that if I plan to do—or actually do—something that bothers you, please tell me right away, ok?”

“I promise.”

“And that means I won’t do it.”

“Ok. Works for me. I guess that means I’m really your Master, now.”

Kari looked at him and smiled. “You have been for quite a long while now. But, yes, now it’s official. You own my body . . . and all the rest of me, too. Do you want to get married right away?”

“We can, but there’s no hurry on the legal part. Do you want to get married in church?”

“Hrmm . . . that’s a good question. I had a big wedding in my first marriage and then I stopped even trying to make things work with my ex-husband. I don’t want to become a bitch like that with you.”

“I can appreciate that. Ok, so let’s wait until we both feel differently about it. If that’s never, we’ll just enjoy living in sin,” he said, grinning.

She wacked his arm with a fake slap, and they both laughed.

“So, speaking of sin, which one of those fantasies do you want me to arrange first? The condom one, or the football gangbang?”

“I can easily get videos of gangbangs off the internet, but I don’t know of many that match the description of the condom one. I want to be there for that one.”

“I’ll suck your cum out of your condom first . . . or, pour in onto my hair, whatever you want . . . although, that means you’ll need to fuck someone else with it on before that.” Kari’s skin tingled with the images.

“Plenty of choices there . . . Stacy, Tiffany, Bunny, Jacquie, Melinda . . . any of the maids here, since I’ve probably fucked all but the newest ones . . . Marc would probably be ok with it being Lisa for that matter, but I’d ask them first . . . take your pick.”

“I wish we’d have thought of this while THE BEAT was still here. They’d volunteer in a second. I think I’d like you to make that choice, darlin’.”

“Well, let me think about it. When do you want to pull it off?”

“Pun intended?”

He laughed. “Yeah, I guess so, but I wasn’t thinking that when I said it.”

“I don’t remember ever before intentionally planning to sin in THIS much detail, in advance—not on this scale, at least.”

Wendy and Josie called and asked if they could come and chat with both Kari and Joe, apologizing for interrupting, since it was Joe’s day off.

“Come on over . . . what do you want to drink, and we’ll have it out already,” Joe said, laughing.

When they arrived, the table had plenty of fruit and veggies with ranch dip and the like, and their drinks already for them, each with miniature umbrella stirrers like they would have gotten on vacation in the Bahamas.

“Now, how did you get all this set up between the time we called and us walking in the door?” Wendy asked Joe. “It couldn’t have been more than 8 or 9 minutes!”

“Well, my dear Boss, you hired me to create miracles, after all,” Joe said, kissing her cheek as he graciously seated her. “I remember you saying so in the interviews. So, Voilà!”

Wendy laughed delightedly, and nodded. “Indeed--and you have quite surpassed my expectations, my dear Master Chef. Josie and I have discussed more than once that you’re one of the best finds I’ve ever made.”

“Thank you kindly, that’s a very nice compliment . . . please enjoy.” Kari and Joe sat down on the other sides of the table, Kari wearing a new kimono which Joe had given her recently—and which Josie did not miss, adding her compliment to the conversation.

“We’ve got a new project proposal for the two of you—for once; it’s one which would cross over in both of your areas of skill.”

Joe and Kari both looked interested. “We’re all ears. Please go on,” Joe encouraged.

“Well, the first part of it is partially in place—the new library set up, including the sexual themes and the expanded resources. And, we noted the coffee, tea, soup and sandwich bar. Very creative work, you two. We are grateful.“

“Thank you,” Joe said and Kari nodded, blushing just a bit from the compliment.”

“Well, there’s another development which we’ve been talking about for some time. Joe, I know you knew about it, but I’m not sure if you know about it or not, Kari. We’ve been building an office building on the back side of our property so we can start housing all our business offices. We’ve been paying rather high rent in downtown San Antonio to use offices there, but we decided it would be cheaper and easier if we just built our own—after all, we have all this property here. That building is about to be finished, and the employees would come in from the back side of the property and park there, saving them the cost of parking downtown, as well.

“Joe has already been in on the plans to set up a restaurant there inside that building, but with The Library taking off here, we thought about the possibility that we could also expand it into a full service café during the day, and an adult bar and grill type meeting place in the evenings—with the library books and magazines, videos to check out, internet access and research availability. To pay for food or any of the services, the patrons can charge against their own credit cards or against their pay check or whatever they choose. The food would need to be cheaper than restaurants offsite, because we don’t want to result in exploiting them, so we can lose money on the restaurant and bar. But, on the other hand, it will be a clearly adult-with-sex-in-mind place.”

She paused for a few moments to let that sink in.

“Is there that much space where The Library is now?” Kari asked doubtfully.

“Uh, no . . . so we’ve discussed and have bids on a small wing going out from the mansion in the general direction of the new business center building. We could have it built in a matter of weeks, though, because the contractors who built the business center need the work, since they don’t have anything lined up after that one . . . so, we told them if they wanted it, it was to be done in 3 weeks or we’d look around for other bids. They went for it, assuming that we actually offer them the contract. That is, we haven’t yet, but if it’s a go with the two of you, then we’ll have it signed by tomorrow afternoon.”

Joe smiled at Kari. “Remind me never to go into negotiations when Wendy is on the opposing side.”

“Ok,” Kari said with a warm smile.

“Uhmm . . . so, what do you think?”

Joe and Kari looked at each other.

“While you’re thinking . . . here’s the architect’s layout and drawing of the place.” Josie reached over to the control center and connected her laptop to Joe’s very large LED screen . . . after only a couple of moments, the drawings appeared. She clicked through a few of them and then went back.

“Just ask, and I can show you whatever part of it that you’d like. Or would you just like me to scroll through them? To go through all the slides in a slideshow will take about 10 minutes. There are more available, but I selected what I thought would be most interesting to you, and I left out the electrical wiring and the plumbing and slides like those.”

“Would you please just scroll through them?” Kari asked.

Ten minutes later, Kari asked, “Can you go back and let me look more closely at the library parts of the layout?”

“Sure.”

After she finished, “Does that look ok? Or do you think we need to change something?”

“I’d like to think about it some more, but I think it’s ok. Can I have a copy of these drawings?”

“Sure.”

Joe asked, “And would you focus in on the restaurant setup, please?”

“Sure.”

“What is your estimate of people on your business staff coming over to it? Actually, how many people do you employ in that part of your, uhmm . . . corporation or whatever you call it?” Joe asked.

Wendy turned and gestured to Josie to handle that question. “Well . . . at this site, the new business center, I’d say about 600 total. The top executives would most likely rather go to other places to eat, or have the food brought to their own office, which is already part of Joe’s plans, and they have very nice break rooms to host important clients and visitors so there are even private elevators to bring up the food from the kitchen area. So, that reduces the total to 590 or so. We estimated that the peak usage on an exceptional night for The Library—that is, the new version—would be about 200, so we have a patio area which can handle 100 . . . and the ongoing usage would be something like 50 on low weekdays, 75 on high weekdays, and 100 on ordinary weekends. We’re not expecting a large holiday weekend attendance because they’d have to drive here from their own community or development, since we don’t work anybody but the maintenance and security folks on holidays. So, there’s really no reason for them to be here—unless we do something for a special occasion, in which case the main mansion kitchens can kick in, and the only problem is making sure we have enough tables, chairs, plates and cutlery to handle that special occasion.

“The maintenance and security people would always be welcome 24/7 of course—and in fact, it’s most logical that the maintenance and security people onsite would come to The Library after late hours, because there are really no other food resources nearby—and they wouldn’t have to worry about the ‘adult’ part of it either at that hour, and by state law the bar would already be closed. We’re thinking of giving them meal coupons for that, because it would be very difficult to even get a cup of coffee at 3am nearby. We will have a very small food and coffee access automated area for them in the business center, but as you know, that’s like last-night’s left over pizza, and while we could eat that in college, it’s not so friendly when we’re doing a real job. As Wendy has always said, if we want great people to work for us, we have to offer great salaries, great resources and a great work environment.

“The new facility is state-of-the-art, so if people need to work over a holiday weekend, for the most part they don’t have to physically come to the office, so to speak, and can do it 90% online. The low cost of the food and drinks should increase the attendance, but the age requirement of 21 will remove families with kids from coming in to eat—at The Library, that is. They can, however, come in and dine at Joe’s new restaurant in the business center. As I understand it, he used the menu from the Butler Lady—that is, Lisa’s—interview as the basis for that restaurant, although he’s added an entire Italian menu. He wanted to honor Wendy, so he chose the name ‘Marcella’s Finest’.”

For once, Kari actually saw Wendy Marcella blush.

“<ahem> . . . you could have warned me,” Wendy said to Josie.

“Yeah, but this way is so much more fun!”

They all laughed, even Wendy.

Joe and Kari looked at each other, both looking very thoughtful.

“Uhmm . . . <ahem> . . . well, you’re very close friends, and now you’re my employer . . . so, I was wondering,” Kari said. Both Josie and Wendy looked at her calmly.

“Uhmm . . . well . . . I’ve wanted to fulfill certain fantasies . . . “ and she haltingly told them pretty much all that she and Joe had discussed before.

“Ok, and . . . you said you were wondering? I’m not sure what your question is,” Wendy pointed out.

“Uhmm . . . what if that all comes out and I get exposed as a slut.”

“I’m confused. I don’t know . . . would that be something bad for you? I’m not sure why you’re asking the question. We love your sluttyness . . . it’s one of the better parts of our life. We’re both sluts in the sense of wanting and even needing a lot of sexual activity—Josie and I—after all, so you fit right in with us.”

“Well, if one of my events, like the football team gangbang became public, would you still want me to work here?”

“Kari,” Wendy said, looking at her quite directly. “I think I’m past worrying about what other people think. I’ve got several billion dollars to manage and all the thousands of people involved in that. I do my best to be an ethical person, that is, I try to do what is right as much as I can in every situation that I am faced with, just as much as they do, if they are trying like that, too. If they don’t like what I choose, what are they going to do? Tell me I’m a sinner?”

She raised both of her hands, palm up. “Oh, well!” she exclaimed in exasperation.

Joe laughed. When they looked at him, he said in explanation, “that conversation was just very similar to a topic earlier Kari and I had discussed earlier, and as I recall, she wacked me when I said that we’d just continue living in sin—although, I don’t think I’m very bruised from it, all the same.”

Both Josie and Wendy chuckled under their breath.

“Well, I mean . . .” Kari said, “uhmm . . . I wouldn’t lose my job here with you, or make it hard for Joe, since I’ve started living here? It’s really important for me to know that what I’m doing isn’t going to cause huge damage to others.”

“Kari . . . you’ve brought a wonderful and sexual freedom to us. We’d tried to find it before, but it didn’t come unleashed until you come into our lives. And, you help people . . . I know that it’s sometimes in unusual ways, but the point is that you’re obviously in it . . . in life . . . to help others, too—all the while trying to get your needs and wants fulfilled as you go, as best you can. But, one thing we’ve noticed. If there is a choice to help someone, you ALWAYS do it, if you can, and to the best level you can offer. You always help people.

“That’s the kind of person I want on my staff and in my family. So, baby, you can do whatever you want, just don’t be intentionally cruel to anyone, or break the law in some ultimate way. I would pay for an attorney to defend you for running naked in the street or for cheating on your taxes, or for fucking the local pastor—or pastor’s wife—but I wouldn’t pay to defend you if you murdered somebody or molested a child, or worst of all—destroyed someone’s, anyone’s, hope for their life. Otherwise, you’re part of us, our family, and that’s a forever promise—you’ll always be one of us. Keep on living your most worthy ideal of not making huge damage and, instead, doing your best to help others. If you’re who you think you are, then that’s what you would have done anyway. So, all I ask is that you be you—the ‘you’ I just described. We’ll have to do the same on our end, too, but my offer is that if you continue to be that person I just described who I know is the real you, you’ll always be one of mine, one of us. Is that a deal?” and she offered Kari her right hand.

Kari’s eyes grew soft, her tears brimming on her lower eyelids. She reached out with her right hand to shake Wendy’s, and said, “Yes, Ma’am! That’s a deal! In fact, it’ probably the best deal I’ve ever had in my entire life.”

“So, just to be sure, now that you all know that you’re part of the family, so to speak . . . is it a go—as in, shall I offer them the contract and sign it to create ‘THE [NEW] LIBRARY’?” Josie asked.

Kari’s eyes were still brimming with tears, and one of two teardrops escaped when she nodded her ‘yes’. Joe just looked up toward heaven with his hands in the clasp of prayer, and his lips formed the words, “Thank you, Lord.” Without any further spoken words, he just definitely nodded toward Wendy and Josie.

“I’d call that a definite ‘yes’, Madam Chairman,” Josie said, looking at Wendy with tears in her eyes, as well.

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