Article 108607 of alt.sex.stories:
From: Tommy@f26.n340.z1.fidonet.org
Subject: THC Archive: FAVOR.TXT
Date: Tue, 21 Nov 95 08:46:16 -0800

			      The Favor

	David nervously banged on the door of his apartment 235, the
dwelling of his neighbor and casual friend, Anita Dobbson. Every few
seconds, he glanced at his watch, drumming his fingers on the
door frame and feeling generally antsy.

	"David," came the warm, puzzled response as Anita opened the
door. She was curious not only as to his nervous manner, but also
regarding the fact that it was after eight in the evening, and he was
wearing a 3-piece business suit. "What can I do for you?"

	"Anita, you're going to think I'm a bastard, and I am prone to
agree, but I need a favor from you, and it's like life and death."

	"What's wrong?" she asked, brushing her medium-length brown
hair away from her pretty, petite face.

	"It's like this. There's this big, big project that's been
going on at work, and the first big part of it absolutely do-or-die
has to be ready first thing in the morning. A buddy of mine at work
has been doing most of the work on it, and he was going to bring some
disks by my place later tonight, so I can put in the mods that I need
to put in.

	"Of course, that sounds too easy. I just got a phone call from
my boss, and she's having dinner with the clients, and I have to be
there as her toady, so I can answer technical questions for the
people. Of course, this means I can't be around to get the disks I
need from Kevin, so I sort of told Kevin that he could leave them with
you."

	"Damn it, David," Anita sighed, sounding more annoyed than
actually angry. "I was going out tonight to see a band I really like. I
understand it's an important thing for you, and I don't mind missing
the show to help a friend, but it's really damned rude for you to do
this sort of thing without asking me about it first."

	"Oh God, Anita, thank you so much. I know I'm being awful
about this, but I'm running around like a chicken with its head cut
off trying to get ready for dinner, and I'm just trying to get all of
this taken care of. I am so indebted to you that it's not even funny."

	"I certainly hope so," Anita joked. "I have just the thing in
mind, too. I won't hold you up right now, since you're obviously in a
hurry, but could you stop by my apartment tomorrow morning before
work?"

	"Certainly. Thank you so much, and I have to run, and you are
such a wonderful person." As David hustled down the hall to meet his
dinner engagement, Anita nodded her head and let out an exasperated
sigh.

				* * *

	The next morning, Anita opened the door to greet a neatly
groomed, albeit bleary-eyed, David. It was obvious he had had a long
night finishing his project, but his eyes still seemed to light up,
almost imperceptibly, when they gazed upon Anita in her short yellow
silk kimono, which covered only about a third of her thighs. As she
raised a coffee cup to her lips (upon which was emblazoned "My sister
went to the gift shop and all I got was this crummy mug"), David
politely tried to ignore the matching yellow lace bra which was
visible through the loosely tied Kimono.

	"Please, come in," she invited. "Would you like some coffee?"

	"No thanks," he answered politely. "I'm quite partial to
Mountain Dew in the morning, and I've got one in my briefcase for the
drive to work."

	"Okay," she answered, with an expectant half-smile, as if
waiting for him to say something.

	"And, uh, I don't mean to be rude, but I can only stay for a
few minutes. I've got to get to work."

	"That's fine. I just need to show you something. Come on." She
turned her back and lead David to her bedroom at the far end of the
apartment, wordlessly opening the top drawer of her wide oak dresser
and inviting David to inspect the contents. He was unsure to react
when he peered into the drawer, only to discover it was filled with
all manner of lingerie.

	"Pick a pair you like," she invited calmly, running her
fingers across a stack of silk panties. Nervously, David inspected the
various items in the drawer, trying to refrain from looking either
nervous or aroused. Anita managed a perfectly calm air, peering over
David's shoulder, caressing his shoulders and back lightly with one
hand.

	David was positively speechless! Anita was supposed to be
_mad_ at him! He paused for a moment over a pair of black, lace see-
through panties with a thong back, but then continued his inspection.
There was no question that he was interested in the task put before
him, but he wanted to refrain from seeming too overbearing or zealous.
He finally settled on a pair of bikini- cut pink satin panties with
slight ornamental ruffles, and a heart pattern tastefully embroidered
upon the front. He wordlessly presented them for Anita's inspection.

	"Not a bad choice," she remarked, taking the garment from
David and caressing her cheek with it. "And do you know what we're
going to do with these?", she asked slowly and seductively, using her
free hand to reach behind David and touch his inner thigh.

	"I have some ideas, but you've been supremely successful thus
far in surprising me, so I won't try to second-guess you."

	"Okay," she instructed, tracing her long-fingered hands across
David's face, "now this is very simple on your part. Just close your
eyes, and you'll have a nice little surprise." She narrowed her own
long-lashed eyes to a sexy slit as she spoke, tantalizingly
enunciating each syllable.

	Eagerly, David followed Anita's instructions, and immediately
she began removing his suit jacket, followed by his tie. As his shirt
buttons were slowly undone, Anita's bare leg lightly brushed against
his calf, sending a warm electric tingle all through his body.

	When his shirt was removed, and after Anita had paused a
moment to run her fingers across the moderate amounts of hair on
David's chest, she began to unbuckle her neighbor's belt and undo his
zipper. His nervousness and surprise had kept David from developing an
erection previous to this, but the moment Anita's long-nailed fingers
began lightly massaging his crotch, the well of blood caused an
enormous protrusion to develop in seconds.

	"I take it you like the surprise thus far," Anita commented
rhetorically. David responded with naught but a barely audible moan
and an enthusiastic nod. "Don't worry, it gets better." Anita pulled
down David's slacks and jockey shorts with one smooth motion, allowing
his now rock-hard member to spring free into the air. Oh hell, David
thought, I'm going to be late for work, and the boss is going to chew
me out until my head spins, and I don't even care.

	Anita fell to her knees and undid David's shoes and socks
before removing his pants, accompanying this action with a sensual
tickle to the sole of each foot. When she had him standing completely
naked, she spent a few seconds casually caressing his bare flesh,
walking about him to study all angles.

	"Now," she instructed, cradling her chin in one hand, as if
deep in thought, "please raise one of your feet a few inches off the
ground." David's eyes were still closed, but he unhesitatingly
complied, anxious to find out what was to come next. He felt his ankle
loosely wrapped with a cool, soft fabric. "And now the other leg,"
Anita instructed. He soon felt a similar sensation about his other
leg. Much to disdain, David realized what was going on, but decided to
play along and keep his eyes closed as Anita pulled this mysterious
fabric up around her friend's waist.

	"You can open your eyes now," Anita announced, after some
fifteen seconds of nervous silence. David looked down, and with
embarrassment, realized he had been dressed in his neighbor's frilly
pink panties. Even worse, he realized that she held in her hands a
small Instamatic camera, and wore the smuggest grin on her face that
David had ever seen in his life.

				* * *

	"Now it's not what you think," Anita announced, raising a
finger to interrupt David's impending outburst. "I'm not going to risk
being brought up on blackmail charges. You're my friend, and what I
have in mind is a lot more fun." Somehow, this worried David even
more.

	"Now you're going to get dressed and go off to work like a
good boy," she explained more warmly, pressing her petite body against
David's torso, playing with his hair as she spoke, "and you'll have
allllll day to think about how it feels to be wearing such a lovely,
feminine pair of lacy, ruffled panties." The soft, syrupy voice which
described these things made David's predicament sound almost
desirable; this was unquestionably a different Anita then the one
David knew from bumping into in the halls, and swapping joes with at
the cocktail parties and barbecues he occasionally hosted.

	"And if you'd like", Anita commented, "you can brag to all of
your friends that you're wearing sexier panties than _any_ of them,
and you can even show them off. But don't you _dare_ tell them where
you got them," she chided, with a playful swat to David's bottom, "or
they'll all come banging on my door." Although David felt foolish and
humiliated, he couldn't help but admit there _was_ an element of
excitement present, and the panties looked odd indeed with the raging
bulge of his erection.

	"Now," Anita continued, absentmindedly stroking his member
through the soft satin, "we have a couple of other points to get
settled, and then I'll send you on your way. Question: you mentioned
last night that your boss is female. How do you usually address her?"

	"Depending on her mood, 'Mrs. Compton', or simply 'Lynn'."
David was puzzled by his friend's question.

	"No, far too informal." After another quick swat to David's
behind, Anita stood before him, caressing herself lightly, bending
one leg and bringing the pointed toe to rest seductively to rest upon
her other bare knee. "When you look at me, what do you see?" She used
her best femme-fatale voice, lightly cupping her small, firm breasts.
"'Master', or 'Mistress'?"

	David jumped in surprise at the question. "Um, you look every
inch the 'Mistress' to me!"

	"Right answer, but it's Master from now on! Is that
understood?" Her firm voice fought off a smirk, and David complied as
he accepted the hand which Anita stretched out for him to kiss. "And
if I'm 'Master', then you are?" Anita was having so much fun that it
was next to impossible to suppress her giggles and stay in character.

	"Uh, 'slave'?"

	"Very good, SLAVE", she barked, feeling a particularly
thrilling tingle in her crotch, which David secretly shared. He had
always been intrigued by this sort of scenario, but had had no
previous experience outside of cliche handcuffed-to-the-bed games.
Anita, although having been involved in such play on one occasion,
was all the same a relative novice, although one who was adapting to
her role with natural ease.

	"Now, slave, you need to be given your instructions. After
work this evening, you will return directly to this apartment. You
will not enter your own for any reason. You get home about an hour
before me, and in that time, you will do the following: you will strip
down to your panties, first of all. Hang up your clothes in my closet
if you don't want them wrinkled. Then, you will start dinner." As
David began to speak, he was interrupted by Anita's next sentence.

	"And don't speak without permission! As for dinner, I will
leave it up to you to decide what to cook, but it had _better_ please
your Master" This was accompanied with a stern gaze and wagging
finger. "In the kitchen cabinet, you will find a silver tray. While
dinner is cooking, you will retrieve this tray, and place upon it a
bottle of skin lotion, the hairbrush which is on my bathroom sink, and
a chilled crystal glass of white wine. You will find the wine in the
refrigerator. The porcelain bowl under the bathroom sink will be
filled with warm water and placed at the foot of my lounge chair. When
I return home at 6:30, you will greet me at the door on bended knees.
The wine had better be chilled, and the water warm. Anything else is
unacceptable. Is that all understood?"

	"Yes, Master," David replied with a nod of his head, as turned
on as Anita by playing in character. His mind was so overwhelmed by
his current situation that he wasn't certain if he had remembered
everything perfectly, but he would certainly do his best to please his
Master.

	"Very good, slave." Anita dragged out this word as a most
tantalizing punctuation, deliciously enunciating each letter. "Now,
before you may dress, you must get down on your knees and bow
gratefully to your Master." Without hesitation, David dropped to a
kneeling position and prostrated himself before Anita. The movement
caused his unique undergarment to twist and caress him in a manner
which took him a hair's breath away from orgasm then and there. When
he arose from his deep, subservient bow, Anita grabbed him lightly by
his hair, pulled him to his feet, and kissed him deeply and hungrily
on the lips, thrusting her sweet tongue into his mouth.

	"Now," she instructed, sounded most flustered after breaking a
minute-long kiss, "my slave must dress himself and get off to work."
Anita had to get ready herself, and knew that if things between them
continued for a moment more, work simply would not happen for either
of them. Three minutes later, David hurried out the door, giving his
friend a quick kiss goodbye, still utterly disbelieving the situation
he had fallen into.

	At quarter after six that night, David was hurriedly running
around his neighbor's kitchen, putting the finishing touches on the
spaghetti he was preparing. He had spent all morning worrying about
what to cook for Anita, genuinely wanting to impress her, until he had
remembered how much she raved about the spaghetti he concocted at his
last dinner party. Of course, he had to cut some corners on the sauce
in order to have the package ready to present by the time Anita
arrived home, but he was making an effort to do his absolute best; he
had been able to slip out of work half an hour early, and used the
time to stop by the grocery, arming himself with fresh garlic, onions,
and sausage for the sauce. His embarrassment over his apparel had
faded, although he allowed himself a good chuckle every time he walked
past a mirror, and felt positively absurd trying to toss a salad while
clad in pink women's undergarments. At least, David thought, she
spared me the bra.

	David noticed it was almost half past the hour, and made a
detour to pour his Master's wine and fill the porcelain bowl with hot
water. She had made an explicit note as to the temperature of these
items, and David didn't intend to disappoint.

	As soon as he had finished with the latter item, his pulse
quickened as he heard the sound of footsteps approaching the door.
Making a final survey to be certain everything was in order, he rushed
to the entrance of the apartment and fell to his knees in
anticipation.

	"Welcome home, Master," he offered with a servile bow of his
head, as Anita entered the door.

	"Thank you, slave. Light some candles and turn off the main
light." Anita ran her fingers absentmindedly through David's hair as
she passed him, placed her purse on the floor, and sat in the large
chair on the far side of the room.

	"Now, come hither!" she joked after he had adjusted the
lighting to her satisfaction, clapping her hands and summoning David
to her side. He crawled across the room, taking his place at her knee.

	"My feet are tired, slave, and after I soak them, they are to
be massaged to my satisfaction."

	"Yes, Master. Thank you, Master."

	"Now. Remove my shoes and stockings so it may be done." David
undid his Master's sling-backed shoes, and kissed each stockinged foot
as he removed them; the way her toes curled in response told him that
he was not being unduly forward in such a gesture.

	Looking up a couple of feet, David saw Anita pulling up her
skirt to almost her waist, giving access to the garters at the top of
her stockings. He noticed quite clearly that she was wearing the
ultra-revealing black thong panties which he had lingered over that
morning. What he had not seen that morning was the sizeable quantity of
pubic hair visible around the edges of the garment.

	"I saw you drooling over them," she commented, almost as if
reading his mind, "and I have to say I'm just a little bit
disappointed you didn't go ahead and pick them. But," she commented
casually, "there's always next time." He suppressed both a grin and a
shudder at the thought.

	Reaching up to unhook the stockings, he slowly rolled them off
her legs, caressing every inch of her supple limb in the process. When
they were completely off, he slid the large bowl of in front of
Anita's chair and presented her feet to the warm water.

	"Ah, that's wonderful," she cooed, closing her eyes. "Now,
slave, you may brush my hair while I relax." David wordlessly rose to
his feet, took the hairbrush from the nearby silver tray, and began
stroking Anita's soft hair with it. Her hair may have not been long
enough for maximum sensation, but it felt wonderful to run his fingers
through, and the scent of shampoo from the morning still barely
lingered. For a full ten minutes, David warmly brushed every inch of
hair on his Master's head, occasionally pausing to kiss a fold of it,
or run it softly against his cheek.

	"So, slave," Anita at last interrupted. "With what food have
you decided to pay me tribute?"

	"Spaghetti, oh Master."

	"Very good, slave. Anything else?" Anita took a sip of her
wine as she awaited a reply.

	"There is a salad in the refrigerator, Master, if it would
please you."

	"Very good. Fetch it, and you may give me foot massage while I
eat." Her slave quickly obeyed. On the one hand, David was being
driven mad in that he had not gotten the slightest relief of his
tensions since Anita had arrived home. On the other hand, the slow,
gradual progression was utterly exhilarating. Returning from the
kitchen with a wooden bowl, he fell to his knees again and offered it
to Anita.

	"It is wonderful to have a slave who can cook, as well as
performing other duties," she joked, tasting a bite of the tossed
salad. "Those who have claimed a woman's role is in the kitchen,
barefoot and pregnant, are quite backwards indeed. Does my slave
agree?"

	"He is dutifully barefoot," David joked. Reminded by the
reference, Anita removed her toes from their soak and presented them
to her slave.

	"You may rub my feet with lotion, slave, and if I am pleased,
you will be permitted to massage my legs." After drying Anita's feet,
David apprehended the bottle of skin lotion from his side, poured some
of the cream onto his hand, and rubbed a generous amount into each
foot, slathering it firmly into each sole and heel, and gently
stroking and pulling upon each long, lubricated toe. Anita's contented
dining was interrupted only by occasional soft, spontaneous moans,
particularly when David applied a firm squeeze to either instep.

	"You have proven yourself most able to serve your Master's
feet," Anita announced after perhaps fifteen minutes, "and you now are
to offer your talents to my legs, after you bring me a plate of
spaghetti." David hurriedly carried Anita's empty salad bowl to the
kitchen, replacing it with a dish of hot pasta. Garnishing it with a
dash of salt and parmesan, he presented it to her with a humble bow,
and resumed his place beneath her.

	"Very good, slave!" she announced, sounding genuinely pleased
as she sampled a bite. "And now, my legs await!" She placed one limb
upon David's bare shoulder, accompanied by a long, agonizing brush of
her ankle against his face. "For now though," she instructed, "you are
not to touch me above the knee. Is that understood?"

	"I obey, Master." David found he was not disheartened in the
least by the limitation, particularly since it came along with the
clause "for now." He rubbed another generous handful of lotion between
his palms, and set to work rubbing it into her smooth, sexy legs, in
long, slow strokes. For many minutes he labored thusly, stroking each
inch of flesh many, many times, and covering each bit of territory
from knee to toe with multitudinous kisses and licks.

	"That is enough, slave," Anita instructed, some time after she
had finished her dinner. "Your next command is to put my plate in the
dishwasher, and fetch me another glass of wine in the process. You
will then go in my bedroom and bring me the beige plastic case from
atop my vanity.

	"I hear and obey, Master," David replied dramatically,
following Anita's instructions. When he had returned, carrying a
mysterious plastic box some 8" on a side, he was most surprised; Anita
had slipped out of her outfit so that she wore only the delicious
black panties David had gazed upon before; her gorgeous breasts were
bared, smallish but esthetically perfect, and the tantalizing thong
lingerie added a spice to Anita's appearance which would not have been
possible with had she been "merely" naked. She leaned against the arm
of the stuffed chair, running her hands lightly across her thighs, and
as David approached, she resumed her seat.

	"Give me the box and kneel between my legs." Anita's commands
were less relaxed than before, and her more excited tone brought a
surging rush to David's body; where he had relaxed into a warm,
comfortable sea of bliss over the past hour or so, he now found
himself pumping with adrenaline, feeling every bit as aroused as he
had that morning. Without hesitation, he obeyed Anita's orders.

	"Now, slave," she explained carefully, using one hand to
tenderly caress his cheek, "I have already expressed my pleasure with
the way your firm body is complemented by a dainty, womanly panty.
Your physique adds something to the garment that my body never could."
Both of them suppressed a giggle. "However, you really can't be a
proper slave so long as there remains even a single drop of silly
macho-grunting blood pulsing through your veins." David enjoyed
Anita's playful admonishing, although he regarded the direction things
were moving in with a combination of excitement and dread.

	"Now sit perfectly still, and Master will give her slave an
extra special treat." David knew he was in trouble when his friend
opened the hinge of the box in her lap and withdrew a small palette
of eyeshadow.

	Some time later, David should have felt utterly humiliated; he
had been given a very thorough make-up job, from eyeliner to lipstick.
However, it felt wonderful having his face cradled in Anita's lap, and
all things considered, it wasn't markedly worse than anything else he
had been through in the course of their little adventure.

	Anita had barely put the finishing touches on David's
eyeshadow when a knock came at the door. David, in his current
appearance, fought off a panic, but Anita remained calm.

	"Answer the door, slave. That will be my guest." David tried
to fight off an outburst, but when he looked into Anita's eyes and
smug smile, he thought twice. After all, though she _had_ put him
through an interesting experience, it had been rather enjoyable and
unique, all things considered. He decided to retain his trust in
Anita. Aware of his blushing, he moped across the room and prepared to
open the door.

	"On your knees, slave." With a sigh, David resigned defeat,
knelt, and opened the door. Standing in the hallway was a lovely woman
with oriental features, dressed in a light blouse and a moderately
tight skirt which came an inch above the knee. Her legs were otherwise
bare, and were punctuated with high-heeled strapless sandals through
which were visible her coral pink toenails; her ringed fingers bore
identical polish. She had hair a shade or two darker than Anita's,
styled into shoulder length "swoop", with one eye covered by a fold of
hair.

	"You must be Anita's slave. She has told me so much about
you." The woman's words sounded a bit staged, but her voice was
friendly and good natured, and David relaxed the slightest bit; he was
still terribly humiliated, but a tiny bit relieved that this lovely
woman was in on the game.

	"Slave," Anita announced, "this is my friend Joan. You are to
address her as Miss Hill, and obey her as you obey me. Is that
understood?"

	"Yes, Master," David confirmed after a moment's hesitation.
Anita was remarkably talented at throwing in a random element whenever
he began to feel comfortable with his environment.

	"Joan, do you mind being addressed as 'Miss Hill'?"

	"Not at all."

	"Are you hungry or thirsty?" Joan indicated a slight desire
for something to eat.

	Anita was ready to send David off to get her friend a plate of
food, when she had another idea.

	"Slave! You will bring me the large blanket on the bottom
shelf of the hall closet. Then fill a dish with spaghetti sauce and
bring it to me.

	David's first reaction upon returning with the first item was
that he should be sent on errands down the hall more frequently. Anita
had removed her panties, and her friend was just removing her blouse
and bra, revealing a pair of breasts significantly larger than
Anita's, and with their own unique beauty; they were crowned with a
pair of pinkish-brown nipples and huge areoles. David deposited the
blanket at his Master's feet and quickly returned with the other
requested item.

	By this time, Anita had unfolded the blanket to cover a
significant portion of the living room floor, and lay sprawled out
upon it in all of her grandeur. Joan knelt behind her head, lightly
kneading her shoulders.

	"Now," Anita announced to David, "my friend here needs
something to satiate her hunger. And you, slave, have served me dinner
humbly and properly, requesting nothing for yourself, and you deserve
a reward." Anita seized the bowl of sauce from David and poured
several ounces of the warm substance onto her bare stomach.

	"Now get to work, both of you. And slave! I warn you most
direly to strip full naked before you take a single lick. You do not
want to incur my wrath if anything gets on those panties." The two of
them shared a smile, and David, with great relief, shed the
undergarments he had dutifully worn all day.

	He and Joan both set to work sensuously lapping at the warm
sauce which quickly spread all the way from Anita's breasts to her
mons venus; the delicious substance tended to migrate of its own free
will, and Joan occasionally poured a quantity of the stuff onto
Anita's body. Within moments, all three were a gooey mess from head to
toe, but this only seemed to make things more intense; with such
formalities as tidiness out of the way, David and Joan were free to
indulge in a chaotic tomato-sauce orgy, all upon the battlefield of
blissfully writhing Anita, who added to the entropy by periodically
grabbing one of those attending to her by the hair and gently grinding
her body into their eager faces.

	As Joan delivered a long, sloppy french kiss to Anita's navel,
David moved upwards and plunged into a deep mouth-to-mouth kiss, using
one hand to caress Anita's belly, and firmly playing with her stiff
nipple with the other. Joan's belly-kissing continued in earnest as
she maneuvered her hands between Anita's legs, simultaneously
massaging her wet, throbbing clitoris and pumping in and out of her
vulva furiously with two fingers of the other hand.

	In a manner of seconds, Anita was moaning animalistically, and
instinctively pushed David away so as to release a shrill gasping sigh
of ecstasy.

	"I want you in my mouth!" Anita demanded of David, seconds
later, once she had caught her breath. He positioned himself so as to
straddle her head, and eagerly lowered his stiff cock between her
lips. Her sucking motions were erratic, but that was to be expected,
Joan continued her adept fingering, and had moved her mouth upwards to
suck and nibble upon Anita's pert, beautiful bosom.

	David, likewise, was in no place to require excessive
stimulation; within a matter of seconds he released himself violently
in Anita's mouth, producing a deafening roar of chaotic ecstasy which
lasted nearly half a minute. Anita exploded at the exact same moment,
set off by the thrilling sensation of David's hot orgasm shooting into
her.

	By the time the two of them had come back to earth, they were
aware of Joan's passionate moaning; one of her hands had abandoned its
skillful treatment of Anita's labia and was not hard at work servicing
Joan's own womanhood. Anita scooted herself to the other end of the
blanket, maneuvered herself behind Joan, and reached around to play
with her friend's breasts. David, meanwhile, positioned himself
between Joan's legs, assisting in the manual stimulation of her
vaginal lips, accompanied by frenzied kissing and licking of her
clitoris. It was not long until Joan experienced a thunderous orgasm
equal in magnitude to those her two partners had underwent. Her head
thrashed wildly about, her legs clamped tightly as a vice around
David's head as she thrust her pelvis into him madly. All three were
of the conviction that this torrent would never end; Anita began to
kiss and bite at the back of Joan's neck, and this drove her into
wilder ecstasy, as did the firm pinches that David delivered to Joan's
upper inner thigh. When he thought to slip a finger into her anus to
stimulate her prostrate, it brought about even more frightening
undulations.

	In fact, while Joan certainly was the center of this orgasmic
fit, it seemed to extend outward to both David and Anita, both felt it
as surely as they felt their own orgasms, and they were as quick to
collapse into an exhausted heap afterwards.

	"Stars and garters!" Joan exclaimed with a silly giggle, after
a period of utter silence lasting several minutes.

	"Anita," David asked in a dreamy, childlike voice, after
another lengthy silence, "can I ask you a question? What gave you the
idea for this whole business?"

	"Joan here is to blame," she answered tersely. Realizing that
was not a suitable answer, she continued. "Do you remember that last
night I told you to come over this morning to do me a favor?"

	"Uh-huh?"

	"Do you know what that favor was?"

	"I have a pretty good idea, and can't think of any favor I've
had such a wonderful time repaying."

	"You don't know what that favor was. It was to fix the hard
drive on my 386."

	"What?" David rose up onto one elbow, and aside from his
laughter, was speechless.

	"David, dear, I've been wanting to share myself with you for
at least a couple of years. I'm just rotten at asking. When you
imposed on me last night, my only thought was to impose on you right
back, and since you work with computers for a living, I thought I had
the perfect means to avoid taking my malfunctioning PC into the shop.

	"When you were off doing you big business dinner, I invited
Joan over for drinks, to keep me company, while I was waiting for your
package. Last winter, I helped dear Joan here deliver a birthday
present to her boyfriend, which was thematically similar to what I put
_you_ through. The details were different, of course, but she thought
he would really get into the idea of being completely under her
control, and she invited me to help."

	"So last night," Joan interrupted, continuing the story, "your
friend here is sighing and complaining about how much she wants to get
to know you, and I give her a kick in the butt and tell her to do
something about it. What could be a more perfect opportunity?"

	"And so you were thus swayed to request of me a favor of a
more interesting sort." David laughed again as he reached over and
mussed Anita's hair.

	"I was as nervous as you were, dear," she explained. "I was
convinced I wasn't going to be able to go through with it, but once we
had reached panty territory, I knew there was no turning back, and
went with it. Until then, you don't know how precariously close you
were to spending the evening slaving over my 386."

	"I think you made the right choice," David assured, stretching
to kiss her on the lips, and then lying back down, with Joan warmly
snuggled between he and Anita.