The following is adult fiction intended for legally mature adults to view at their discretion, where and when it is legal to do so. Similarity to persons, living or dead is coincidence. All rights are reserved by the author. Permission is granted to archive in places where adults can legally view it free of charge, and as long as no words are changed, including this disclaimer. Proper PH Part 3 By Spunk N. Wagnels Sylvia? Sylvia. Com'on. Come with me. Oh Maggie. Dear Maggie. Com'on snap out of it. They are all in your office, the five of them. Five? Yes the mystery man returned. Seems he returned during her act. Now get a grip. I've never seen you like this before. ProperPH isn't "proper" any longer. Sure it is. Do I need to slap you to get the old Sylvia back again. I'm okay. Thank you Maggie. I'll never forget you for being by my side. That's better. . . . Mr. Griggs, this is Sylvia Weston, proprietor. What's the meaning of all this? Maggie, page Lori for me, would you please? Mr. Griggs have a seat. We will be able to explain everything except your employee's lewd performance on stage. Liz? She's passed out Sir. Cover her up better than that man, she's indecent. Lori, meet Mr. Griggs. He is the employer of this crowd. Hello Mr. Griggs. I need someone to tell me what happened here tonight. I believe I can explain it Sir. The people at your table were reaching a limit of alcohol consumption our server felt was cause for my attention . . . Then I brought the matter to Ms. Weston. Thank you Lori. I can take it from there. You see Mr. Griggs, your staff was growing unruly, and when asked to produce visible means of handling the tab, none of them was able to. Let me see your wallets. Don't show me Hoover flags. You mean, none of you brought a wallet, Liz too? No Sir. You have been in the habit of paying our way for everything. I haven't needed it at all this trip. I see. So faced with being stiffed for the tab, we explored the possibilities for working it off. The only thing I could think of that would not be redundant with my staffing was a dance act. I was assured that your employee had talent by her peers, and by their claim that she is a competitive dancer with trophies displayed at your office. Well, she does, and she is talented. I agreed to allow her to ballroom dance on stage, paid at the regular wage mind you, and that way she could at least get herself home. These mugs, I wasn't sure what to do with them. They kept asserting you would be coming by to bail them out of the situation. Well this is starting to make sense. Well, not everything. Your Liz didn't stick with ballroom dancing. She kissed her partner passionately, surprising her, and causing her to leave the stage embarrassed. Then the rest of your crew stormed the stage, telling her god knows what, and the next thing I know, she was removing her costume, everything. She put the heels back on. Somebody hit him for me. Well I apologize for their behavior. I should have called to update them of my whereabouts. Wait a minute I did call. Pete, give me your phone. . . . You turned it off. . . . Look, see, there's a message waiting. Guess who, numbskull. That seems to be everything except the bill. Maggie? Lori? I'll get it. I'll gladly pay it, whatever it is, and I promise never to bring these buffoons here again. Somebody wake up Liz. Wait, I don't think she would appreciate being moved and put into bed by you four men. Why don't you give me the address of where she is staying and we'll watch her to make sure she is all right and arrange for her to get back when she is more able. That's very thoughtful of you Ma'am. Oh thanks. . . . There's a generous tip in here for the servers as well. I'm sorry for the way things turned out. You have a nice place here. Good night. Good night Mr. Griggs. Sylvia, are you sure it is such a good idea taking responsibility for Ms. Strut-Your-Stuff here. There is no telling how much alcohol she's had, nor how sick she may be. Actually, it is better that we take care of her than them. When she is gone, they could claim all sorts of things, and we could be in court over it. But she may be really sick. Lori, would you or one of the Foxes contact a Dr. Llewellen A. Eruca, tell her it's important and pick her up and bring her here, if you have to? Yes Ms Weston. I'm right on it. Let's get her lying down on the couch. Take her crumpled clothes and I'll get a blanket. She won't let go of them. She has them in a death grip. Okay, never mind. Here is a blanket. Hum, what got into that pretty head that caused her to lose such control I wonder. Let's go check on Wendy and Kristin. So you were partners tonight. Yes Ms. Weston. How does it feel to be back? It had its moments. Boy, did it ever have its moments with our first table by the end of the night. I hope I did the right thing. Yes you did Kristin. You both did. That is what we pay Fox-5 for, to step in and handle anything you want off of your plate. . . . So do the cooks still have their hazing thing going? Yes they do. I hooked Kristin up at the beginning of the evening. How did that go? Well, it happened just like you said. My crotch was on fire all night. Whenever they'd zap me with vibrations, it was like throwing gasoline on a fire. I was just coming back to the kitchen from a table that was filling my head with how beautiful they thought I was and, whamo, they hit me with it. I had to walk in doubled over and brace myself with the counter for an unexpected orgasm. Bravo, bravo . . . you took that bow like a trooper. Have you thought about using your dance skills on the stage? There is no way you could get me to go up there and dance like that customer danced. That's good, because I'd have to fire you. That bitch may yet have us closed down. Sylvia, calm down. No need to get upset over it again. I'm fine. No, what we need are tasteful dancers, you saw them. Could you see yourself dancing with them. Gosh I don't know. I suppose, once I get used to wearing those outfits first. Well you did just fine tonight, so that is good enough to hear for now. You'd better run along to bed so you can stay fresh for school. . . . Wendy, thanks for coming back. Sure Ms. Weston, I'm glad I'm back. See you tomorrow then. Good night Maggie. Good night. Does she seem sincere, when she says she is glad to be back, to you? I'm not exactly sure what is going on in that pretty red head of hers. Let's go check receipts. . . . . . . Ellen, thank you for coming. I really need some medical advise for a customer who may have drunk too much. I suppose I owe you a favor. . . Or two or three . . . Okay, don't rub it in. Where is she? In the office. This her? Yes. Let me see. You know, overdosing on alcohol can be just as serious as drugs. You might have been better off taking her to emergency to be safe. Well let's see her signs. Unhunh. I only have this rectal one. Well, she's in good shape, she has that going for her. Okay. Can you turn the overhead off for just a second, okay, unhunh. Let's see. Okay, unhunh. Well, what's the prognosis Doc? It is my best guess that this woman will wake up sometime between a few minutes and twenty four hours from now with the worst headache she has ever had in her life. That's it? She should just sleep it off? It would be safer to take her to the hospital, but my bet is on headache, and a diminished desire to get drunk again. I don't think she will be doing that again in a l-o-n-g time. She has that Jekyl-Hyde thing going when she drinks. How's that? She agreed to demonstrate ballroom dancing in our show, took too much to drink right before going on, and turned into a show-off. Maggie, Maggie, Maggie, you certainly have a way spinning things to show the bright side. She turned the dance into a bawdy striptease for her co-workers and got the whole place worked up. It was raunchy enough for the police to care. Maggie got her off the stage none too soon. I see. You should probably have her come and see me about that. I am a psychiatrist after all. Yes Doc. She's from out of state somewhere . . . show me that check Hon will ya? Yes from Minnesota. Liz from Min-ne-so-ta. Well you can have her see me for a follow-up physical tomorrow anyway, if she wants. I will do that Ellen. I can't thank you enough. Did you bring yourself, or did a Fox drive you? Myself. I can see myself out. Remember, encourage her to see me. I will, thank you. . . . Well, that was the first good news of the evening, she's going to be okay. We also got the bill paid, we're still at full staff, and you have your health. Come here you. I think you need a spanking. I know it is naughty of me to bring these things to your attention, but what are we going to do about Liz tonight? We can't move her. There is no place else to sleep in the room. We just can't leave her here. Sounds like we're left with shift work. You want to take the first shift or should I? I think you could use the rest first. Here, put your head on my lap . . . keep those naughty fingers to yourself. Maggie, wake up. Hunh? She's stirring. Ohumf. She can't sit up. Oh, oh, ohh, . . . oh my head. Where . . . who are . . . oh no. What happened to my . . . oh no. She sure is a moaner. Quiet, I'm enjoying this after what she put me through last night. Where are my clothes? I don't know. You were holding on to them for dear life last night. Pull back the blanket a second. See, there they are on the floor. Did you sleep well? What do you think? Oh, oh, oh. Got a pounder hunh? Ooooo ouch, ssssssss. Doctor said you would have the headache of your life this morning. Doctor? Yes, a doctor. You owe quite a debt of gratitude to this woman. She had security wake up a doctor in the middle of the night to come down here to make sure you were okay. And, that was after she sent your male colleagues and your boss away without you. They were more than eager to tuck you into bed themselves. And, we both took turns watching over you while you slept it off to make sure you'd be okay. And all this after, mind you, after you turned her classy club and show into a bawdy one woman strip extravaganza. Is that enough to thank Sylvia for? Yes, thank you. I'm sorry for all the trouble I've put you two through. . . . This isn't everything. Where is my skirt? We wouldn't know anything about that. Let's go check back stage. Woa-unh. Having trouble standing up? You can dance just fine. You did great dancing to a certain point and then a different person took over. Here, let us help you up. All I remember is that I realized I was dancing with a goddess of a woman. Crystal? She has a way of doing that to people. I guess all your dance partners are men. Well, men in the sense of male right? I don't follow. The ones I've competed with aren't into women. I see, so is it safe to say that you aRe into women, based on the fact that you suddenly lip-locked Crystal and nearly sucked out all of her air. She was so shocked that she made a hasty exit off stage. Oh god. I did that? I take it that you don't remember much past a certain point, do you? No, I'm basically blank from dancing with Crystal till waking up in your office. . . . damn my pantyhose is missing too. Pantyhose, yes. That is a little sore point with me. My dancers and my servers, my cooks for that matter, can do anything they want above the waist, go topless for all I care, but they are never ever to remove their pantyhose in the public areas of this establishment. When you turned your back to the audience and peeled down your pantyhose, that's when I lost it. I did what? Kind of convenient when you don't have to take responsibility for it by not remembering, isn't it? I'm sorry for that. You have no idea how sorry. I really did that? This was after your boys came up to the front of the stage and told you something. Any idea what they might have said? They came right up to the stage and watched this? And begged around for money to give to you. I guess in the fracas of getting you off stage, the money got sidelined some how. Anyway, you'd have to ask Maggie about taking off the g-string. I was too upset to watch. Everything else was off. That was the only thing you had left to get a rise out of the audience. Eveything? Well, your bald friend . . . Larry? I suppose, well he acted proud that he got you to put the heels back on. Oh god. Maggie had to call a stop to it when you came up to the edge of the stage and started rubbing your pussy up and down on the smooth part of his head. You both were enjoying it too much for it to be legal in this state. Larry? Oh god no. So are you going to change before you hit the old convention floor again today. Mr. Griggs! Oh, I met Mr. Griggs. Decent sort of man, so it seemed. Wasn't too pleased with the behavior of his staff though. He came back. Saw most of your show. Apologized. I guess he didn't want us to think that everyone from Minnesota was so advanced sexually. Stop it. Now you're having too much fun for it to be legal. Cut her some slack. Just saying it like it is. No, I need to hear it, everything. Oh god, what am I going to do? You can come back with us to my place and shower. I have someone who can press your things. We'll be happy to return you to your group. No I can't face them. I can't ever see them again. I am now officially moved from Minnesota. I'll call someone to go to my place and pack up my things. You are going to at least have to talk to Mr. Griggs. He'll think we did something terrible to you if you don't. I can't face him. At least talk to him on the phone. You owe us that much. Okay, okay. You're right of course. I just need a minute to comb the rubble of my trashed life. Com'on. We'll give you new clothes too. This is where you live? Wow. Working in kitchen appliances is a good living, but nothing as glamorous as this. Thank you, glad you like it. Follow me, the shower is upstairs. Whoah! Those stairs still too much? I'll tell you what. Why don't we sweat that demon juice out of you and jump in the hot tub. Come this way. Do you have an extra suit? No suits allowed. Okay. We can leave our clothes here. The tub's outside. Gee Sylvia, you are quite the sexy woman under those business clothes of yours. That is one thing I do remember you telling me in your office. Well thank you, I don't hear that often enough. Humph, humph. You're sexy, you're sexy, you're sexy, you're sexy. Does that catch me up or am I little a head now. Isn't Maggie a dear? Hot, hot, hot, hot. You'll get used to it. It's making me dizzy. Here, scoot over to between my legs and I'll give you a neck and shoulder rub to get the blood flowing better. That looks like it is working for you. Here let me put your heels on my shoulders to elevate those tired feet so the blood doesn't pool. Okay if I work my hands a little lower? The breasts have a lot of blood vessels to stimulate. Ummm, that is nice. Mind if I touch you here? Oh my. I'm the only woman who has ever touched me there. I'll stop if you want. Don't stop, what ever you do, don't stop. Has a man ever touched you here? I'm in sales. What can I say? Did you like it when they did it? Sometimes you do what you have to do. Have you ever wanted a woman other than yourself to touch you here? Yes, oh my, you know exactly what to do. OH GAAAAAWD. I can't believe what you are doing to me! Oh god. I worship your hand. No that's it. I couldn't take another. Oh god no, please stop. Okay, I'm stopping. That was enough to wake the dead, much less the neighbors. Liz, Liz, loosen the hug, stop kissing her so hard. . . . No, no, not on me, a simple thank you is enough. I got a glimpse of what Crystal may have felt there. Thank you. Thank you. I never knew it could be as good as this. It's nice. It's nicer with a woman, but you're adding your heightened unattached emotion to it and it seems more powerful than it really is. You're vulnerable right now. No job, probably; no home, as you say; and prospects of unbearable humiliation if you try to go back to your life just before now. I'd say you should probably see a friend of mine, Ellen Eruca, and talk to her about these types of things. Maybe you can find out what those guys told you that set you off last night. I know it would help me understand better. You're right. I have a lot to deal with right now, I'm a little shaky, and I should be careful being too needy, it could get me in trouble. There you go. I think talking about it is already working. Who is Ellen Aruba anyway. That's Eruca. She is the Dr. that went way out of her way to do me the favor of seeing you last night. When can I see her? She'll make time for you today. Let's rinse off and find you something to wear. Comments are always welcomed: spunknwagnels@bigfoot.com For the rest of this story and other stories, visit "Spunk's Place" at: /~spunknwagnels