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 A Friendly Wager Chapter Seven

   by dc2469

   This is a work of fiction meant for adults only.

   I woke up, as Angie rolled off me, taking her body heat and the covers
with her.  The sweat that had collected between our bodies cooled quickly,
covering me in goose bumps.

   "Oh my God," Angie groaned.  "Don't ever let me do that again.  My legs,
and hips are so stiff, I'll never be able to walk again."

   "That's okay, you can just lay there with your legs spread, it will make
things that much easier for me.  But you need to give me back some of those
covers first," I said reaching over her for the covers.

   When I tried to sit up, it felt like my chest had to put itself back
into its shape.  I dropped back down onto the bed with a groan.  "Damn, you
won't have to worry about me letting you try that again."

   We lay there getting our circulation going, and working some feeling
back into our arms and legs.  By the time we hauled ourselves out of the
bed it was eight-thirty.

   "I don't know about you, but I think that hot tub down there is calling
me.  I ache in places I didn't even know I had," I said.

   "I don't think I can walk that far, but a hot bath sounds really nice.
We could stay up here," she said.

   "That's great for someone your size, but I want to get under some hot
water too.  If you don't want to come down fine, but I'm going," I said
groaning, and getting out of bed.

   I went over to the dresser and got my trunks on, and found a pair of
sweats to wear over them, then went into the bathroom to brush my teeth,
and run a comb through my hair.  When I went back out, Angie was just
finishing tying her hair back.  She had on a pair of sweats, and I could
see the strings of her yellow suit tied in a bow at the back of her neck,
over the collar.

   Angie made eye contact with me in the mirror.  "I decided to join you. I
wouldn't want you in deep water unsupervised, and after what happened last
time I wanted to surprise you, I think I'll just come down with you."

   "Good choice, but I honestly don't think I could throw you across the
tub," I said stretching my shoulders.

   "Ooooo, sounds like a good time to take advantage of you.  You can't get
away," she said, turning away from the mirror.

   "Ya, I would be trying really hard to get away," I said, taking her in
my arms.  I reached up, and plucked at the string around her neck. 
"Especially when I know what you have on under these sweats."

   "Ya, well the key words are, under the sweats.  I don't want to be
paraded across a hotel lobby in this suit again," she said, turning red.

   "If you don't give me cause, I won't.  But if you try and push things,
well, we could always try it without the suit," I said, giving a tug on her
ponytail.

   She turned even darker red.  "You wouldn't, would you?  Not in front of
all those people."

   "Who knows, it could happen," I said turning her away from me.  With an
arm around her belly, I shoved my other hand down the front of her
sweatpants.  I cupped my hand over her pussy, only to find out that she had
already soaked the suit she was wearing.  "It's not like you would mind
much, Jesus, just the thought of it has you creaming down both legs."

   "It's not the thought of all the people, it's that you'd make me do it,"
she said cupping the hand I had between her legs with both of hers.

   "Okay," I said pulling my hand out of her pants, "the only thing that
could make this better, would be being surrounded by bubbling hot water. 
Come on let's go."

   We went to the far end of the hall, and took that stairway down.  It let
us out just a few doors away from the spa area.  With towels in hand we
went in and found the room empty.  Angie went over, and started fiddling
with the controls, and I picked through the signs by the door.  I found the
closed for repairs sign, and put it out on the door, and put a prop under
the door handle, blocking it.

   I pushed my trunks, and sweats off, and sank down into the steaming
water with a sigh.  Just as I got sat down, the jets started, and Angie
turned away from the controls.  She walked over to the tub, and started to
get out of her sweats.  She pulled off her top, dropped it on the floor,
and reached back up to adjust her suit top, trying in vain to cover her
hard nipples.

   Angie looked at me through her lashes, and turned away from me with a
little smile.  Her hands disappeared in front of her, only to reappear with
the thumbs under the waistband of her pants.  When her hands reached the
sides of her hips, she started to push them down her thighs.  With a twitch
of her ass, the elastic waistband snapped down to the backs of her thighs,
and she bent at the waist pushing the pants all the way to the floor,
giving me a hard on in the process.

   She looked at me, past her knee, and smiled.  "See something you like?"

   "I dare you to come down here and say that," I said.

   She worked her feet out of the pants, and straightened up.  Angie walked
around the tub, until she was standing over my head.  She stood there
looking down at me, as she reached to her hips, and pulled the string
around them higher.  She continued around, until she got back to where she
had started, in front of me.

   Angie bent at the waist and reached for my hand.  I sat up and helped
her down into the bubbling water.  I kept my hold on her as I sat back
against the tub, pulling her down on top of me.  I turned her around, and
she stretched her legs across to the other side of tub, and sat in my lap.

   As soon as she was settled I reached behind her neck and tugged the knot
to her suit loose.  It showed me a lot when, instead of trying to stop me,
Angie leaned forward and pulled the other one open her self, and tossed the
top out of the water.

   Angie leaned back against the wall, the water up to her throat, and laid
her head back.  I reached out with my hand, and found her legs under the
water.  I put my hand on her shin, and started sliding it up.  As I went
past her knee and on up her thigh, I could feel her pushing out to meet my
hand.  I slipped past her hip, and slid it over her belly.  I dropped my
hand down until I felt her suit, and just rubbed slow circles around on her
lower belly.

   After listening to her purr like a contented kitten for a while, I
slowly slid my hand up.  I slid past her bellybutton, and kept going up to
her little tits.  When I felt how hard those fat nipples were, I couldn't
help but start to pull and twist one after the other.  That caused Angie to
arch her back up, and groan out loud.

   She got her feet under her, and arched her whole torso out of the water.
I pulled my other hand up, and started sliding them all over her front. 
Then I started pulling on a nipple with my left hand, and slid the right
down to her belly again.  When I got to her bellybutton, I started to
caress the area around it, and in it.

   "You know what, I'm going to put a ring right here," I said.  "You would
look fantastic with a diamond sparking off this little, round belly of
yours."

   "Mmmm, I thought about that once mmmm, but I thought maybe I was too old
to be doing something like that.  Oooo," she moaned as I pulled a little
harder on a nipple.

   "You make it sound like you're some old lady," I said, as I slipped my
right hand down under her suit to her hot cunt.  "You are far from too old
to do anything.  Especially when it would make you look just like the
little slut you are," emphasizing that by squeezing with my cupped hand.

   "Oooo.mmm., yes it would," she groaned.

   "It would what?" I asked, as I started pinching her clit.

   "Mmmm..Oooo, it, it, it would make me look ahh, like ahh little slut,"
she groaned, as her hips started to pump hard.

   I slipped two fingers inside her, and kept my thumb rubbing circles
around her swollen, rubbery clit.  I added a third finger, and started
rubbing insider her.  While I was rubbing, I was squeezing my fingers up
toward my thumb, rubbing both her little hot spots at the same time.

   With a squeal Angie's hips shot up clear of the water, and her pussy
started to spasm around my fingers.  I felt her oils gush out around my
fingers, as her body started to shake, and she started to pant for breath.

   I flicked her clit with my thumb, and she jerked her hips down into the
water, sending a wave over the side, and ripping my fingers out of her. 
The return wave washed back over her face, while her mouth was open,
sending her into a fit of coughing.  I grabbed a hand full of wet ponytail,
and yanked her head up out of the water.

   As her coughing slowed, she looked up at me, eyes watering and gasping
for breath.  "And you were worried about me in the water unsupervised," I
said.  "It seems like every time you come here with me, you end up half
drowned."

   "And.  every.  time.it's.your.fault," she said still fighting to get her
breath back.

   "Hey, this time I don't think you can blame it on me.  You came here
with every intention of getting fucked.  And after the way you got out of
those sweats, I knew you were asking for it." I said as I started to turn
her to face me.

   I grabbed that little string around her hips, and started to pull it
over her ass.  Her hips rose to help make it easier.  When they were clear
of her feet I threw it out, and grabbed her by the backs of her thighs and
pushed her up on the edge of the tub.

   Angie didn't even try to hold her self up.  She lay back on the tiles
taking deep breaths, while I stepped up onto the tub bench, holding her
thighs wide open.  Her hot cunt was swollen and open, with her cream still
oozing out.  I grabbed my cock, and after smacking a couple of times on her
clit, I centered it in her open hole and pushed right up into her belly,
with both of groaning.

   With both hands on the backs of her thighs, I started to pump into her.
I was pretty far along after getting her worked up, playing with her.  I
started taking long hard strokes in and out of her.  Angie's hot little
cunt started gripping me from the first stroke.  She was pushing up hard
against my hands, trying to meet my thrusts.  My grip increased as I
started to pump harder and faster.

   Angie's head came up off the tiles.  Her hands wrapped around my wrists.
Her mouth was open, and she gave a grunt at the end of the continuous groan
she was sounding, as my hips smacked into her.  I just pushed her thighs
wider, and higher holding her there while I pounded down into her.

   The sound stopped coming from Angie's throat, and her pussy clamped down
on my cock.  Her head went back to the floor.  She arched her back up
between her out-stretched arms, and pushed up harder against my hands with
her thighs.

   When Angie's pussy clamped around my cock, my strokes got shorter, and
harder.  The tingle in my cock started to move up my back.  When it got to
my skull, my back arched, and I started cum in her.  I started to shake,
and moved slowly in and out, just enough to keep the friction rubbing
against my cock, and the tingles in my spine.

   As the last tingles died away, I started to get soft, and slipped out of
Angie.  I let go of her thighs, climbed down off the tub bench, and dropped
into the water.  I lay back in the bubbling water, and looked at her
perched on the edge of the tub.  She slowly dropped one foot off the rim,
and back into the tub.  I looked at her still open cunt, to see our
combined juices oozing out of her.

   Angie stayed like that, one foot in the water the other bent at the
knee, and lying off to the side, for a long time.  Finally her breathing
got a little more even, and she struggled up onto her elbows.  She looked
down at me with her eyes hooded.  Slowly, never taking her eyes off mine,
she pulled herself back into the tub.  She lay down on me, and put her head
on my chest.

   "I can't even begin to tell you how good it feels when you just use me
like that.  I feel so., I don't know, I guess wanton," she said chuckling.
After a long pause she said, "Were you serious about putting a ring in my
bellybutton?"

   "Yes.  I think it would look fantastic on you," I replied.

   "Good, because I want to get one," she said.

   As she said that, the jets shut down, and silence filled the small room.
We lay there like that for a time.  I thought she had more to say, but she
let the breath out, in a sigh and didn't.

   I waited for a couple of minutes, to see if she would finish what she
had started to say.  When she didn't, "So, why do you want one now?  You
said you had thought about it before, and just now you said you want one.
Why do you want to do it now?"

   Angie pushed away from me, and turned onto her back.  She scooted her
ass back against me, reached up and tossed her ponytail over my shoulder,
and dropped her head back.  "Truth?" she said with a contented little sigh.

   "Always," I said matter-of-factly.

   "Mostly because you want it, but there are other reasons too," she said,
and paused a second.  "When I'm out shopping, or doing whatever, I always
see those little girls running around in their tight shirts, and jeans. 
You know, the ones that look like they are painted on over their butts. 
Anyway, a lot of them have rings in their bellybuttons and I always thought
it made them look even hotter."

   I reached around her, only to find her hands already on her belly.  I
slipped my hand under hers, and rubbed small circles around her
bellybutton, and reached to her nipples with the other.  "I agree it would
make you look even hotter.  The way your belly swells up when you get hot,
and then when you start arching your back while I'm fucking you, it would
look great."

   "God, you haven't been giving this much thought have you?" she said
chuckling.

   "Yes I have actually.  Kathy said she liked the change in you, and I
happen to agree with her," I said.

   "Kathy, when did you talk to Kathy?" she asked.  I could feel her get a
little stiff on top of me.

   "I called you at work yesterday, to let you know I was coming back
early. You weren't there.  Kathy answered the phone, and we had a nice chat
about you," I said.

   "And what did you two have to say about me?" she asked a little coolly.

   "Kathy asked what I had done to you, to make such a change in you.  She
said that you were starting to see yourself for the first time, and that
maybe you liked what you saw.  She said she was happy for you." I felt
Angie start to relax a little.  "So, do you like what you see happening to
you?"

   "If I didn't I wouldn't be here with you," she said.  "Yes, I like what
see when I look in the mirror.  In so many ways, I don't even think like I
used to.  If you had seen me just two weeks ago, you would never believe
that I could be here naked, in a hotel hot tub, after just having my brains
fucked out by a man I've only known for a week.  Even my fantasies didn't
get this crazy.  I catch myself going out of my way to make you see me.  To
touch me."

   All of a sudden in the quiet room, there came a growl.  I cracked up
laughing, as I felt the vibration of her belly growling for food.  Angie
turned beet red.

   "Don't laugh at me.  It's not my fault.  You were the one who had to
come down here right out of bed," she said pouting.

   "Okay, quit pouting, and get your sweet ass out off of me.  I'll see
what I can do about that noisy belly of yours," I said.

   I helped Angie stand up on the bench, and got my feet on the floor. 
Angie took hold of the handrail, and I took her by the hips to steady her.
I pushed her up, and followed her out of the tub.  I went over to my
sweats, while Angie stood, and wrung some of the water from her hair.

   I got the top on, and as I was pulling my pants on, Angie put her top
on. As she stood there in just the top, she reached up to mess with an
earring.  That caused the hem of her top to go up to just above her pussy.
The way she looked, standing there with that swollen little mound all bare,
and puffy looking.  This woman was getting to me bad.

   The top to her suit was on the floor by me, so I picked it up, and took
it to her.  As I got there, she dropped her hands to her sides, and the
shirt fell back into place.  It went past her ass, but just barely.  I bent
down and tossed her flip-flops in front of her, and picked up her sweat
pants, and suit bottom.

   "Lead the way up the stairs," I said looking down at her.

   She looked up at me, "You can't be serious, what did I do this time?"
she asked in a huff.

   "Not a thing.  I just really like the view," I answered.

   She turned red and smiled.  "The whole place is up and moving out
there," she said looking at me through her lashes.

   "Then you had better hurry to the door," I said.

   She bent down, grabbed her flip-flops, and squealed as she stood up with
my hand between her legs.  "That's so unfair," she gasped, hurrying to the
door.  Angie opened the door a crack, and peeked out.  She leaned out to
see in the other direction, and gave a quick chirp before she could stop
herself, as my hand found it's way to that round ass.

   "Stop doing that," she said whirling around in front of me.

   "If you start with me, I already told you how far I'm willing to go. 
How far are you willing to push me?" I asked, looking her square in the
eye.

   For a split second I saw anger flash across her face.  In the next
second a kind of pleading look, then she turned to the door, and went out.
The entrance to the stairwell was about thirty feet away, and we were never
really out in the lobby, but it didn't slow Angie down any.  With her
flip-flops in her hand she rushed to the door, got it open, and went in
without drawing any attention.

   As I got through the door, Angie was a few steps up waiting for me. 
"You could move a little faster, somebody could come down here any time."

   I walked over, and stood at the foot of the stairs.  "I suppose they
could, what difference does it make?"

   "Let's just get up to our floor.  I don't want to be caught out here,
just because you were too slow," she said turning to go up the stairs.

   Taking the steps two at a time, I was behind her before she could go any
further.  I stopped her flight with my hands on her hips.  Which was
convenient, since I was reaching for her shirttail anyway.

   "I think I mentioned what would happen if you pushed things," I said, as
in one motion I pulled the shirt past her astonished face.  Angie stood
un-moving, her mouth moving and nothing coming out.  "You know we really
should get moving some one may come down this way any minute," I said as I
stepped past her.

   I was past the first landing before Angie could force herself to move. I
looked back at her standing there naked, and staring after me.  All at once
she turned and bolted up the stairs.  "Please," she gasped, "some one could
come down the stairs, you have to let me have something to wear.  Please."

   "I don't have to do anything of the kind.  I told you that if you gave
me any trouble, what would happen.  You know full well that I don't joke
around.  You pushed, now you deal with the consequences." I told her, not
slowing my pace.

   Then she did something I didn't expect; she tried to grab her shirt.  If
I hadn't been pissed off before, man I was now.  I dropped everything I had
in my hands, grabbed her by her shoulders, and pushed her up against the
wall.

   "Did I not just say no to you?  What the hell do you think you're doing?
I can't believe you just did that.  Are you trying to get me mad at you? 
Because if you are, you're doing one hell of a job."

   Looking frighten, Angie opened her mouth to answer me.  Before she could
say anything, "Those were all rhetorical questions.  I don't want you
trying to justify doing something you knew I didn't want you to do.  Now,
when I let you down," I was holding her up on her tip toes, "you will walk,
not run up these stairs.  When you get to our floor you will wait by the
door," I said, dropping her to her feet.  "Now get moving, and the less
said the better."

   Angie stood there naked, her arms crossed, rubbing the marks where I had
been holding her.  I hadn't moved, and she was leaning against the wall to
get even the two or three inches that I was giving her.  She looked up at
me, with her bottom lip between her teeth, and slid across the wall to
start up the stairs.

   Angie glanced down as her foot kicked the wad of clothing I had dropped
there.  To her credit, she stepped over them, and stated walking up the
stairs.  I bent down, picked up the clothes, and started after her.  She
hadn't released her arms, and was just walking up the stairs as I had told
her to.

   As I watcher her, a smile came to my face.  Our combined juices were
still oozing from her, and her upper thighs were coated with them.  I also
saw some bruises that had started to color fast because of the hot water.
There was no mistaking what had caused them either.  Five finger prints on
each thigh.  One on the insides, a few inches above her knees, and four on
the outsides, but more to the back, anyone looking would know how they got
there.

   When she finally reached the landing for our floor, she stood off to the
side as I approached her.  As I was coming up the last few steps Angie's
scared eye never left mine.  Me, I was taking in the sight of her standing
there.  Her hair still pulled back in the ponytail, the blush that went all
the way down her chest, her nipples standing out looking painfully hard,
the juices running out of her shining in the light almost to her knees now.
She could not have looked more like a little slut if she tried, and what
was weird, was that it was almost like she WAS trying.

   I walked up to her, and stood very close.  I stood there waiting to see
what she would do.  Her eyes were shining with tears as she looked up at
me, with her having to crane her neck, because of my nearness.

   Angie lowered her eyes, and with a whimper reached for my hand, and
pushed the bundle of clothes I had been carrying on the floor.  Her
breathing had turned to a panting, as she took my hand in hers.  She turned
the palm to her, and rising up on her tiptoes, she pushed my hand between
her legs.  I curved two fingers up, and pushed into her as far as they
would go, and pulled up, taking her weight on the fingers.

   Angie gasped, grabbed my forearm with both her hands, and started to
shake.  As her cunt contracted around my fingers, I gave little tugs with
my fingers.  Angie stood there gushing her cream all over my hand, and down
her thighs.

   As the shaking slowed, she slumped back against the wall, but wouldn't
let go of my forearm.  I kept up a slow squeeze and release with my
fingers, to keep the feeling going as long as possible.  Her body kept
having little fits of shutters, as I kept up the gentle squeezing.

   I reached out and lifted her chin, forcing her to look at me.  "Well,
did I pass your little test," I said, in a horse whisper.

   Angie was just catching her breath, and still holding me against her. 
"Wh.  what.  do y.you mean t.test."

   "Well, you wanted to know if I do what I said I would, did I answer your
question?" I said, and gave a sharp tug with my fingers.

   "Oooo.  y.yes, y.you answered the qu.question," she said with a gasp.

   With a soft, wet squelch, I pulled my fingers out of her.  I cupped my
hand between her legs, and raked my curled fingers softly up through her
slit, gathering her cream in my hand.  My hand continued up from between
her legs to her belly, where with slow circles I worked it into her skin.

   "Good, if there's a next time we'll see what the crowd in the main lobby
thinks of a naked little slut walking across, with her hands tied behind
her back," I said, wiping the backs of my fingers off on her, and pulling
my arm out of her grasp.

   I opened the door and glanced in both directions.  Not seeing anyone, I
turned back to Angie.  "Pick that up," I said, indicating the pile on the
floor, "and walk down to the room.  I'll be right behind you."

   Angie gave me a pleading look, but didn't even ask.  She bent down,
picked up the bundle of her clothes, and started down the hall, at the
fastest pace I would allow.  When we got to the door, I made as though I
had to find the keycard.  Down the hall we heard a door open, and someone
talking, as they entered the hallway.

   "Pleassssse," she hissed at me, as her arms clutched the clothes to her.

   I swiped the card the card through the lock, and we heard the bolt open.
Angie dropped the clothes in her haste to get the door open, and scrambled
through.  I opened the door all the way, kicked the clothes into the room,
and closed the door behind me as the other couple was passing.

   Angie stood off to one side looking back, I guess to make sure the door
was closed.  I had never seen someone's entire body blush before, but I
swear even the tops of her feet were red.  I laughed at her, and got the
look of death as I herded her toward the bathroom for a shower.

   After I was done in the shower, I left Angie to finish with hers.  I had
scrubbed all the fun spots, anyway.  I went out shaved, and brushed my
teeth.  While Angie finished in the bathroom, I logged on-line, and looked
thru the yellow pages for some sites that had web pages that were more
detailed about their owners.  I wanted to find out all I could, so that
there wouldn't be any problems.

   I wrote down the address that met with the requirements I wanted, and
got dressed as Angie fired up her blow dryer.  I kicked back in my chair,
turned on the radio, and watched her.  Its kind of fun watching someone
while they have their mind on something else, but it's even more fun when
the one you're watching is a beautiful naked woman.

   Angie was brushing and blowing up a storm.  She'd stop every once in a
while, to look at something a little closer.  She finally finished her
hair, and started in on her face.  She didn't use much, so that didn't take
too long.  With a final check in the mirror, she shut off the light, and
started for the closet.  She had finally lost her shame, at least in front
of me, and walked unthinking to the closet humming to the tune on the
radio.

   After opening the door, she reached for a garment bag I hadn't seen
before.  Leaving it hanging, she pulled the zipper down giving me another
nice view of her ass as she bent at the waste to get it all the way down.
When she got it open, she started to go through the contents.

   After going through them a second time, she selected something.  I've
always gotten a kick out of watching a woman dress.  It's like, if anything
touches her head, it will disintegrate.  Angie slid her arms into the top,
then held the neck open wide, as she slowly and carefully put it over her
head.  She settled it over her shoulders, and reached back to flip her hair
out of it.

   It was a solid print black top, with a wide round neck that showed a lot
of her smooth chest and shoulders, and it had short arms.  It reached a
little past her rib cage, and clung well to her.  She reached back into the
closet, and after a little rustling, she bent at the waist and stepped into
a white skirt.  As she slid it up over her ass, it was tight enough for me
to see the muscles in her ass move.  She zipped up the back, and it
snuggled up to her back, and belly, ending at about mid thigh.

   She reached up, and held on to the doorframe as she fumbled around on
the floor with her foot.  Leaning against the frame, I watched as she
worked her foot into a black highheeled shoe.  After she got the other one
on, she closed the door, and went over to the dresser.

   She stood in front of the dresser, and picked up the small necklace she
had left there at some time.  She slid her hands under that shining dark
hair, and after a moment she was done.  High-heels, even shorter ones like
these, do fantastic things to a woman's body.  They gave her legs that
beautiful taught look, made her ass stand out more prominently, and arched
her back beautifully.

   She looked at me in the mirror as she finished, and smiled at me, that
little smile of hers.  "What are you looking at?" she said as she finished,
and turned from the mirror.  "I'm ready if you are."

   When I didn't move, or say anything she came over to the side of the
chair.  She brought her hand up to the back of my head, and scratched her
nails through the hair on the back of my neck.  "What are you thinking
about?" she said.

   "Maybe one of these days I'll tell you," I said, reaching over and
rubbing the backs of my fingers over her bare belly.  "Let's go get
something besides me, into this belly."

   Her face lit up with a huge grin.  "That would be a change, wouldn't
it?"

   When we hit the street it was just after twelve noon.  We walked down to
a little dinner, and had great time talking, eating, and laughing.  After
we finished, we just walked around looking in shops.  We walked until Angie
said her feet started getting sore, and we went and sat in a little coffee
shop.

   "So what do you have planned for the rest of the day?" she asked.

   "I found the address of a place that does piercing.  They advertise that
they very safe, and clean.  I think we should flag down a cab and go take a
look, and if it doesn't look a dive we'll see what the place looks like on
the inside," I said.

   We were sitting at a small, kind of off to the side table, and she was
facing me.  As we sat there she kicked off her shoes and put her feet on
the lower rung of my chair.  I reached down and brought one up into my lap,
and started rubbing it.  Angie sighed and settled back in her chair.

   "That's why you went and got me a fired up in the shower, and then left
me there.  Well, I guess you've made up your mind haven't you?  Oh God that
feels good," she said, as I ran my thumbs up and down the arch of her foot.
"I'm still a little nervous about having it done though."

   "Don't worry, I told you we're going to check it out first.  You know I
wouldn't let anything happen to you.  If it doesn't look good, we leave
it's that simple," I said, as I reached for her other foot.

   "Ohhh.  you could do that for the rest of the day instead," she said
giggling.

   "Good try, but we can pick this up later," I said.

   "Oh I suppose," She said pouting.

   "Quit pouting.  It's not like it's going to kill you.  One quick pop,
and it's over.  So have you thought about what you want to wear in your
belly?" I asked, trying to distract her.

   "Yes," she said blushing deeply.  "But for now, just something that will
sparkle for you."

   Not wanting to get into anything here, I let that pass, for now.  "Okay,
get your shoes on, I need to find the restroom, then we'll go."

   "That's where I'm headed too," she said.

   After settling the tab, we went out and flagged down a cab.  I gave him
the address, and off we went.  We were headed for the downtown area.  As we
were approaching an intersection, the light turned red.  Across the street
was the sign for the place we were looking for.  I looked at the meter, and
handed the driver his due plus tip, and pulled Angie out of the car.

   We crossed the street, and went over to stand near the front of the
place.  There was a large window that opened on what I assumed was the
waiting room.  It looked very clean, and the girl in the reception area
looked professional.

   "It looks good from here, lets see what they are like in person," I
said.

   Angie's grip tightened around my fingers, and her pale eyes looked up at
me, worried.

   "Come on, I told you, if it doesn't look good we'll leave," I said,
pulling her towards the door.

   We went in, and went over to talk with the receptionist.  She greeted us
warmly, and handed Angie a clipboard, with the necessary forms that needed
to be filled out.  When she finished with the forms, the girl took Angie
through a door way into back.  Angie looked at me over her shoulder, and I
could tell that this had her worried.

   I was standing in front of the window, watching all the people milling
around the busy district.  There were pubs, stores, restaurants, and shops
of every kind, and just as many different kinds of people.

   Being Friday, and it being quitting time, the streets and sidewalks were
full of people.  I was so engrossed; I didn't hear the two women come back
into the room.  I jumped as Angie came up behind me and took my hand.  I
turned to find her smiling up at me, a lot more relaxed then the last time
I had seen her.

   I bent down and gave her a small kiss on the lips.  "All done?"

   "Uh huh," she said standing back from me so that I could see.

   I sat in a nearby chair, and pulled her in front of me.  The area around
her bellybutton was red, and slightly swollen, but the little gold ring and
its crystal looked beautiful.  I put my hands on the backs of her thighs
and pulled her close.

   Leaning forward I kissed her belly, a little ways up from the ring, and
looked up at her.  "So did it hurt a lot?"

   "No, Gina did a great job.t She used some kind of spray that made it
numb, then she pierced me, and put in the ring," she said scratching her
nails into the back of my neck again.

   I gave her another kiss, and got to my feet giving her a kiss on the
lips on my way up.  "I'm glad she took such good care of you."

   Leaving Angie admiring her new ornament in the light of the window, I
went over to the desk to settle the bill.  I paid Gina, thanked her for
taking such good care of Angie, and gave her a nice tip.  When I got back
to the window, Angie was pressed up against it looking across the street,
and trying to find a way to see better.

   "What, did you see a ghost?" I asked.

   She turned to me looking shocked.  "No, I just saw Jon.  He came from
that parking garage over there, and went down to that place over there."

   "Are you sure it was him?  Does he work around here?" I asked.

   Angie turned back to the window shaking her head.  "No, he works on the
other side of town.  Why would he be here?  What is that place?"

   "How would I know, you're the one that lives here remember." I said.  I
could see she wasn't going to let it drop.  I took her arm, "Come on, and
let's go see what we can find out."

   Smiling, and nodding to Gina, we walked out of the shop.  We made our
way across the street, and started toward the place she had seen him enter.

   As we got close Angie stopped.  "You go.  please.  I don't want to go,
but I need to know."

   "Are you sure about this?  I asked.

   She didn't say anything, only nodding.

   I left her standing there next to a shop front, and made my way to the
entrance.  As I turned to enter, a rather large gentleman stepped out in
front of me.  "Yes?"

   "I was wondering, what kind of place is this?" I asked.

   "Private," was all he said.

   I fished into my pocket, and pulled out the money clip I carry.  I
flipped off a fifty, "Will this buy me a few answers?"

   He reached out and plucked it out from between my fingers.

   "What kind of place is this, and do you know that guy that just went
in?" I said.

   "You mean Jon, yea I know him.  He used to come in off and on.  It's
been a lot more on, lately," he said giving me a chuck in the arm, and
grin. "And this place.  well let's just say, the old saying "no pain, no
gain" is the club motto."

   "So what, you mean like S&M?" I asked.

   "More like B&D.  Jon there, met up with one of our more.  how shall I
say, aggressive lady members?  He's been coming by a lot the last couple of
weeks.  I've seen him leave here half dead, after she got through with
him."

   "Hey, thanks man.  I appreciate it," I said, as I turned to head back to
Angie.

   When I got to her, just pulled her after me down to the corner to get a
cab.

   "So, what kind of place is it?  Was that Jon?" she asked.

   "We'll talk when we get back to the hotel," I said, not slowing.

   "Why, what's wrong?  Tell me what's going on," she said.

   "I said we'll talk about it back at the hotel, now drop it," I said,
giving her arm a squeeze.

   I got us a cab, and we sat in silence, as we headed back.

   The End Chapter Seven

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