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SPECIAL NOTE FOR READERS OF _Jason and Kylie, Naked In School_:

You may or may not be aware, but Shalon broke his arm in two places three weeks ago; Jason and Kylie is temporarily on hold (he had a nice cushion built up on Pandora's Box, which is why he switched to that. Please see http://playground.pele.cx for details, including news on when Jason and Kylie will return.

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SPECIAL NOTE FOR READERS WHO DON'T LIKE M/M SCENES:

You want to either make it through the upcoming M/M scene (next chapter, IIRC) or skip to the end, because the scene after that involves Pandora, a bottle of lube, and a latex catsuit that fits perfectly.

Meow.

And a blindfold.

(And I promise, not all of our stories are MM; we've only got three, in fact, which are. It's just that somehow those three (Pandora's Box, Prudence, and Jason and Kylie (to a very small degree -- two scenes) ended up being some of the first ones we posted.

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Standard disclaimers apply; this story may or may not contain, in any
given part, graphic depictions of lesbianism, homosexuality, group sex,
bdsm, underage (teen) sex, magic, occultism, violence, and biting 
sarcasm.  If you're underage, or if for any other reason it's illegal 
for you to read this, or you're disturbed by the content, please don't 
read it.

Archived at http://pandora.pele.cx, and we've got a web-forum at
http://playground.pele.cx/forums as well, for discussion of both
Pandora and our other stories. 

Comments *greatly* appreciated.

Enjoy,

Velvet
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Pandora blushed suddenly, bright red. "I... can I... is there a bathroom I
can use first?" She turned pleading eyes up to Angel. "_Please_?"

"Now, pet, why would you want that?"

She cringed, wrapping her arms around herself and lowering her head to hide
her face.

"Love? Why does it embarrass you? If you _hadn't_ gotten turned on from
that, I'd be worried." He smiled. "It's okay, really." He looked at Angel
with a silent plea for support.

"I kn..know, but... please?" she whispered.

Gabriel squatted down in front of her. "Why does it bother you, love?"

"It just does. I... what you want me to do is... already pretty extreme.
P..powdering is bad enough, without having to be wiped down first," she
said, her voice barely audible.

Angel offers gently, "Honey, you don't have to be powdered. You could be
oiled, instead. We keep a bottle for shining the stuff up, anyway. Suppose
I bring it back here, and you two can take care of that part by yourself?"

Gabriel nodded. "Would that help, love?"

She practically radiated relief as she nodded and looked up at him with
disturbing gratitude. "Thank you!"

"Angel, do you think Chris would be willing to run next door and buy a
blindfold if I gave him the money?" Gabriel asked.

"A blindfold?" Angel, who had been looking at Pandora with a touch of a
frown, looked up. "Sure, but they're pretty pricey for that sort of thing."

Gabriel shrugged. "Is there anywhere else close enough he could get one?"
He looked at Pandora. "Love," Gabriel said, quietly, but firmly. "I haven't
ordered you to do this. If you don't think you can, you _don't_ have to.
You wanted me to help you go past your limits, not to shove you past and
make you do things you can't handle. If you can't handle something, _tell_
me, okay? I don't want to push you too far because I didn't know it was too
much."

She leaned her head against his thigh. "I can do it," she whispered. "I can
do whatever you want me to. I... I can handle more than you'd imagine. If
you want something... it doesn't matter whether I _want_ to, I _can_ do
it."

"Love, there's more too it than just being _able_ to handle it. Good
embarrassment and bad, remember? I never want to make you feel bad,"
Gabriel said. "Ever. But I'll make you feel as much good embarrassment as
you can handle."

"You didn't say if I wouldn't like it I didn't have to," she said, still
not looking at him, "you said if I _can't_. I could. I just wouldn't want
to."

Gabriel hesitated for a moment, frowning. "You're right. I'm sorry, love. I
wasn't clear. Making you feel bad embarrassment is one of _my_ limits. I'm
not willing to do it, so you need to let me know, okay?"

She nodded, hesitantly looking up at him. "Okay. I'm sorry."

Gabriel shook his head. "No, love. _I'm_ sorry. I didn't make sure you
understood, and I almost hurt you." He pulled her closer to him, bending
and hugging her. "I never want to hurt you."

"I just... I don't know what I'm doing," she said, pressing against him.

"I know, love. That means it's my responsibility to make sure you
understand things," he said.

Angel looked greatly relieved. "I'll get that oil for you, okay?" He smiled
and stepped outside.

Pandora stood up once he was out and, still avoiding looking directly at
Gabriel, turned her back to him and held up her hair. "Can you unfasten
this? He said it's easier to leave it laced up and get in and out through
the back."

"Sure, love." He began undoing the hooks. "I love you, you know."

"I know," she said softly. "I... I'm okay. Just... this is so different
from anything I ever imagined. It's like I don't even really know myself
anymore, and I really, _really_ don't know what I'm supposed to be doing,
y'know?"

Gabriel sighed. "Love, I... I don't want you to not know yourself."

She looked over her shoulder at him and laughed. "Well, it's a bit late for
that _now_, don't you think?"

Gabriel gave her a crooked smile. "I... guess so. I'm sorry."

"I'm not. Not even a little bit. I _like_ how I feel... most of it, anyway.
But it does mean that... well, I'm kind of working blind, maybe?" She
sighed. "I'm not sure how I feel about everything, or how I should feel, or
how I should react, or when I do react, _why_ I react that way, and I
really, really don't know what to _do_, because I honestly never imagined I
could feel this way, could want the things I do."

"If you're happy... that's all I care about, love." He ran his thumb over
the back of her neck. "Are you up for this?"

Pandora shivered, holding the unfastened corset to her chest and arching
her neck against his touch. "I want to please you. It's important to me."

"It's not too hard?"

"It's hard," she admitted quietly. "A week ago, I would have said I'd
_never_ do something like that, not for anyone, even if my life was in
their hands... I'd rather die than let anyone make me a slut."

Gabriel shook his head firmly. "You are _not_ a slut."

"I don't know yet if I am or not," she said. "I'm acting like one, and that
may be the same thing. But... I'm not sure I even care, if that's what you
want."

He raised an eyebrow. "You think you're acting like a slut?"

In answer, she dropped the corset on the bench and turned to face him, her
nipples hard and crinkled and her thighs shiny, an odd half-smile on her
face. "What else could you call it, love?"

"Acting like an exhibitionist. I'm honestly not certain that 'slut' has any
semantic content beyond 'person who has more sex than I approve of'. As
such, it cannot validly carry any moral weight," he said.

"Moral weight, maybe not. Social disapproval, scorn, embarrassment...
yeah," she said. "To me it means not having any self-control when it comes
to what my body wants, being willing to do things when I'm turned on that I
wouldn't otherwise, not being able to stop myself even when it embarrasses
me."

"Then it's the lack of control that bothers you?" he asked.

She unzipped the skirt and let it fall, then stepped out of it and bent to
pick it up. She was wet all the way down her thighs, and he could see how
puffy and slick her cunt lips were, how they were open, as if inviting him
to slide his cock between them.  "Partly," she said thoughtfully. "A big
part, probably. But not all of it. I'm willing to do things I thought I'd
rather die than do. It's not just that I'm not able to say 'no' to them,
but that I'm _willing_, completely."

Gabriel looked thoughtful. "What were you unwilling to do before?"

"_Any_ of this. Being naked in front of other people, letting them touch
me. Letting anyone embarrass me." She sat down on the bench, pulling her
knees up and wrapping her arms around them. "Being actually submissive,
rather than just playing, just masochism."

He sat down beside her. "Are you okay with that?" He paused. "Could it be
that you trust me not to let you get hurt?"

"I don't know what it is," she said, so quietly he could barely hear her.
"I never thought I'd want it... that I could even _tolerate_ it. But I...
you... it's different," she finished weakly. "And I don't know yet how I
feel about that."

"From the way you reacted to the idea of Chris watching from a safe
distance, I figured I'd hit on one of your fantasies," Gabriel said.

Her nipples hardened and she shivered, pressing them against her knees, but
she shook her head. "No. I mean, every once in a while, I'd think about
what it'd be like to be watched, but it was always sort of... a faceless
crowd, not anyone I'd have to see, to interact with, and no one close _at
all_. And it wasn't _really_ about anything sexual, either. It... it was
all about having witnesses to what I could take, proving how much I could
handle."

"Is it..." He stopped, collecting his thoughts. "Could it be that you
didn't know you _could_ be submissive, and that there are things that only
turn you on when you're being submissive?"

"M..maybe," she said slowly. "That could explain it... maybe it makes it,
um, 'safe'? Or 'okay'? I don't know. I just know that I never, ever
expected to feel this way. So I never planned for it, never thought about
it, and now I just don't know what I'm supposed to _do_." 

There was a soft tap on the door, and a hand appeared above the gap holding
out the bottle of silicone oil.

Gabriel took the bottle. "Thanks."

From outside, Angel said, "Use all you need, we have plenty more." Then
Gabriel could hear him walk away.

"I understand, love. It'll take a while to get used to it. And it'll
probably take me _longer_ to figure out what will and won't work for you,
so I'll need your help. I'm going to ask you a couple of questions. I
_think_ I know the answer, but I want you to think about them, not just
what the answer is; see if you can figure out why it's what it is, okay?"

She shivered again, and looked at him warily, but nodded. "I always do. But
I can't always figure it out."

"Okay. It would really bother you if Chris watched me wipe you off and
powder you. Would it bother you for him to watch you be oiled up? Or is
that different?" he asked.

"Yeah, it would really bother me. It might still turn me on... and I
_really_ don't understand that... but it would bother me," she said.

"Okay. Can you tell me what would bother you about it? And maybe what would
turn you on about it?" he asked, putting his arm around her and pulling her
close. "It's okay if you can't."

She curled up against him. "I'm not sure. It's too embarrassing. Like...
it's okay to _do_ these things, but to get _that_ turned on doing it makes
me nasty."

"Why does getting turned on make you nasty?" he asked.

"It doesn't," she said. "But getting _that_ turned on, and showing it so...
so _shamelessly_ does."

Gabriel nodded, slowly. "I think I see. Anything that advertised what you
feel has always been dangerous, hasn't it?"

"No! Not dangerous," she protested, "Things weren't _that_ bad." Then she
paused, looking thoughtful. "Well... actually... maybe. Just not
physically."

"Yeah. Emotional abuse can be even worse than physical abuse, in some
ways," he said.

"I didn't say it was abuse," she said. "I wasn't abused. It was just...
well, it would have made things difficult. Easier to not show things,
that's all."

"Pandora, that _is_ abuse," Gabriel said soberly. "It's not as obvious, but
the way your mother treated you was abusive. You said it yourself: you were
afraid she'd put _you_ in a box. That's not the same thing as screaming and
yelling, but it can be just as harmful."

"Gabriel, I was just a little kid! She wouldn't actually _do_ it!"

"Oh, I know, love. But you were afraid she would... and she did, didn't
she? You never got to wear underwear. You couldn't do anything that might
cut you, or bruise you. You couldn't risk a sunburn. You couldn't do a
_lot_ of things, could you?" he asked.

"Neither can a lot of kids," she pointed out. "Everyone wants to keep their
kid safe, that's all."

"Still... I think she went overboard. Am I right, though? Is that part of
what bothers you?" he asked.

"I guess. But you make it sound like some awful thing, like it's not okay
to want to keep anything private," she said.

Gabriel blinked. "I do? I'm sorry, love. I didn't mean to do that."

"I mean, I think if I'm willing to... to get naked and let people watch you
do things to me, then I'm not exactly _repressed_. Right?" she asked.

"You definitely aren't repressed, love. I'm sorry if I made you think I had
a problem with it. I'm trying to understand why it is so that I won't ask
you to do things that hit you the same way," he said.

"Oh," she said, looking away. "I just... when it feels like you're, um...
disapproving, I guess... it bothers me a lot. It hurts. And that makes me
defensive, I guess. I'm sorry."

Gabriel stroked her hair. "I'm sorry, love. I _don't_ disapprove. I just
want to understand so that I don't hurt you."

She sighed. "It's hard. I have this... this bizarre _need_ to please you.
It's really strong, and I don't know how to deal with it so that I can
be... be 'normal' with you, too."

Gabriel frowned. "Do you think it's because of... what I am?"

She was silent a long while before answering seriously, "Maybe. But you
don't understand... I don't mind. I wouldn't _want_ to change it. God,
Gabriel, you have no idea how... how _right_ it feels to me, do you? I
don't _care_ why it is, I still want it. But I want to know how to... to be
_me_, too. B-because..." She looked up at him, frightened and confused.
"Because you l..love _me_, not... not some sappy little slave-girl, and I
don't want to lose that..."

"Love, I love you, no matter what. And I'll do whatever I can to help...
but... I don't know how," he said.

"You have more experience with this sort of thing... that's something," she
said.

Gabriel nodded. "I guess so." He looked thoughtful. "All I can say is that
you will _never_ disappoint me by being yourself. Beyond that, I think
we're going to have to work things out as we go.... Hmmm." He looked
thoughtful. "Maybe... I have an idea, but I need to think about it."

"I just don't want to... to lose _me_, you know?" She sighed, leaning
against him. "I don't mind _changing_, I just don't want to end up someone
else entirely."

"Then I'll help, love. But I don't think you will. Think about the stuff
you've read online. It's just the first chance you've had to actually do
any of this," he said.

"If this was something I'd always wanted it'd be one thing... but what I
_want_ has changed, and that's what scares me."

Gabriel looked thoughtful. "Has it really changed? Or is it something you
had no way to know about before you actually tried it?"

"I..." she began, then fell silent for such a long time that he was
beginning to think she wasn't going to answer. Then, hesitantly, she
said, "I... need to think about that. May... may I have some time before I
answer?"

"Love, of course you can." He kissed the top of her head. "As much time as
you need."

She closed her eyes and leaned her cheek against him. "Thank you."

"Love, anything you need, I'll give you. All you have to do is ask," he
said.

"I don't want to ask too much," she whispered.

"You can't."

She shook her head. "You know what they say... people who claim to have no
limits really just have no imagination."

Gabriel smiled. "True. But I _do_ know that you can't ask for more than I'm
willing to give, love."

Her skeptical look told him she still wasn't convinced, but she didn't
argue, but instead changed the subject. "Well... we may be asking more than
this store is willing to give if we don't let them have their dressing room
back soon," she said.

He laughed. "True. How about I get Chris to go get the blindfold. By the
time he gets back, I should have at least your legs and waist oiled. Would
it be okay if he watched me oil the rest of you, or should I try to get
everything done before he gets back?"

"No, that's fine," she said. "As long as the... the problem is disguised."

"I wouldn't exactly call it a _problem_, Bob," Gabriel said, grinning. "I
rather like the way you get all wet and slippery."

She blushed bright red. "I wouldn't either if we were alone. I... I've
_never_ got turned on like that before. Not ever."

"You liked watching him suck my cock, didn't you?" he asked. "Are you
looking forward to me returning the favor?"

She closed her eyes, breath quickening. "oh god..."

Gabriel smiled. "I thought you would." He squeezed her. "Maybe that'll
happen tonight, depending on how things go, but right now I'd better go
give Chris the money for the blindfold."

She nodded, reluctantly releasing him.

Gabriel kissed her on the forehead, then slipped out of the dressing room
and walked to the counter.

Angel was over by one wall, adjusting a row of boots. Chris was behind the
counter. He looked up as Gabriel approached. "Everything okay?"

Gabriel nodded. "Yeah. Listen, um... did you see the cat-suit I found for
her?"

He licked his lips unconsciously. "Oh hell yeah. That's been on the shelf
for _months_... no one who'd fit in it has had the nerve to buy it."

Gabriel smiled. "If I gave you the cash, would you run next door and buy a
blindfold for her? In exchange, you can watch me get it on her... maybe
even help me get the top on."

"Welll... um, if she puts it on, you have to buy it. That's the rule with
latex, y'know?"

Gabriel nodded. "Yeah, I know. I can afford it, even if it doesn't fit. But
I'm fairly sure it will."

"Cool," Chris said. "Just wanted to make sure you knew that."

Gabriel nodded. "Yeah. I'm using the oil, not powder, by the way."

"Oh god... what was it you wanted again?"

Gabriel chuckled. "A blindfold, so that she doesn't _know_ if you're
helping me with the top or not."

"Umm... if she doesn't know, then how do I know she'd be okay with it?"
Chris asked.

"She knows I _might_ have you help, but not knowing for sure if it's your
fingers or mine..." He paused. "One thing, though. While she's completely
naked, you need to be back far enough you can't touch her, because she's
not comfortable with it."

"Completely..." Chris ran a hand through his hair. "Wow. Yeah, okay... shit
though... we could get in big trouble... already could get in big trouble.
It's a slow night, but..."

"You don't have to if you don't want," Gabriel said. "I don't want to get
you in trouble or anything. I just thought you might enjoy it."

"It's not that I don't want to. I _would_ enjoy it... god, who wouldn't?
Just thinking out loud... but I didn't say 'no'. I'm not crazy. As long as
_she's_ okay with it, I mean, I'm not a jerk. Okay."

Gabriel grinned. "She's okay with it. Probably." He held up a finger.
"She's pushing her limits here. She _may_ find out that it's more than she
can take after all. Are you cool with that, if it happens?"

"Well _yeah_... I said I wasn't a jerk. She wants to play a bit, that's
cool... doesn't mean she doesn't still have the right to say 'no'."

"I figured, but I had to ask, just to be on the safe side. I'm kind of
playing this by ear, so I'm trying to think ahead," Gabriel said.

"Yeah, that's understandable. You don't want her to get hurt, of course.
I'm cool with that."

"How much will you need for the blindfold?" Gabriel asked.

He shrugged. "About fifteen to thirty bucks, depending on how fancy you
want."

Gabriel pulled out is wallet and withdrew three twenties. "Get the best
they've got; she seemed to _really_ like the blindfold idea. If that's not
enough, come back and I'll give you more."

"Cooool. No problem. Hey Angel! Be right back, 'k?" Angel waved agreeably
and Chris headed out the door.

Gabriel returned to the fitting room and began to oil Pandora up, starting
at the waist and working down. "Do you have any idea how much I need to
use?"

Pandora stretched, rubbing against his hands. "Mmmm... lots."

Gabriel smiled. "You like this?" His hands slid down her thighs, thumbs
brushing over her cunt lightly.

"Ohhhh yes... that's nice." She arched her back, pressing towards him.

He cupped her ass, rubbing the silicone oil over her skin. "There's
something Lissa and I did once that I want to try with you. We bought one
of those inflatable pools and filled it with oil."

"Mmm... sounds fun." She frowned a touch. "Maybe a bit dangerous, though...
be easy to fall." She leaned over, placing her hands on the wall and
spreading her legs for him.

Gabriel grinned. "That's why you stay on your hands and knees. But I think
this time I'll shell out the money and buy enough silicone oil to use
instead."

"It's good for your skin," she offered. "Supposed to be, anyway."

"That's a nice side benefit." He looked thoughtful. "If you wanted, we
could do that when we play with Angel next time. Being totally covered in
this would take care of lube..."

"You... you'd really do... that?" she asked uncertainly.

Gabriel hesitated. "Um... if you'd like to see it... I think I'd really
like to at least try it, yeah. Why?"

"But wouldn't that hurt?" she asked.

"Not if he's slow and careful. And I'm at least as interested in doing
him..."

She turned to look at him, looking suddenly worried. "At least? So, maybe
more?"

"As having him do me, not as doing you," he said.

"I knew what you meant," she said. "Have you ever... before?"

Gabriel shook his head. "No. Lissa took one look and said 'Hell no'."

"I meant with a guy."

Gabriel shook his head again. "No. This is the first time I've ever even
thought about it. Why?"

She shrugged, looking more uncomfortable, and turned away.

"Love, please?"

Gabriel reached out, touching her, after a moment. "Oh. I think I see.
Love, I'm _not_ gay. But... I'm starting to think I might be bi. Are you
okay with that?"

"But... wouldn't that be how it would start?" she asked, her voice
trembling. "Just wanting to try it, then... liking it a lot. Too much. More
than anything else, and it turns out it's something that no one else has
ever given you... could ever give you..."

Gabriel pulled her to him. "No, love. That's why I said I think I might be
bi. Because I really liked that, and he turns me on. But so do you, a lot.
You give me things that he couldn't, that no man could."

She trembled in his arms, and her voice was tight when she answered him.
"I... I thought a guy wouldn't be a threat. So there'd be no reason to be
bothered by a guy. And... and it was so _hot_. But... but then I realized
that if you like what a guy can do for you, what he can give you... I can't
give you that."

"No, you can't. But a guy can't give me what you can, and I'm not just
talking about the physical side. Even another girl couldn't give me what
you can." He held her close. "I'm not going to leave you for a guy, love. I
promise."

Pandora whimpered, clinging to him tightly. "I'm s..sorry... it's just so
hard to believe you're mine at all. I k..keep expecting to wake up. Or
f..for you to laugh and say it was all a joke and you're done playing
now... I'm so afraid something awful is going to happen!"

"I'm not going to leave you for _anyone_, love. Ever." He hesitated. "After
what we've discussed, the most I would _ever_ ask you to do is share, and
if you weren't comfortable with it, it wouldn't happen."

"I... could share, sometimes. In some ways, anyway. B-but... I would
always be scared that you... that they... that I'd stop fitting."

"You can't stop fitting. I wish... I wish you could see what I do, love,
because if you did you'd know there was no way you could stop fitting," he
said.

Pandora looked down at the floor. "I just don't want you to... to run out
of time for me," she said, sounding like a scared little girl.

Gabriel squeezed her. "Never, love. Never."

"I know I sound... stupid. I just never thought I would _ever_ share my...
my lover... with anyone. So... like the rest... I don't know how to handle
it," she said.

"It's not something I ever thought of before, either. I guess we need to
join some of the polyamoury groups," he said.

"I guess," she said, a bit tightly. "I'm not sure. I don't know that that's
the right word."

"What other word would you use?" he asked.

She looked guilty and didn't answer.

"Love?"

"I... I _am_ a slut," she whispered hoarsely.

Gabriel frowned. "Why do you say that? Because _I_ don't think you're a
slut."

"Because... because the idea of you loving others is much, much worse to me
than you having sex with them." She barely managed to get the words out,
and when she finished, she closed her eyes and stood there shaking.

"That doesn't make you a slut, love." He seemed completely unsurprised.
"I've done a little reading in those groups, just out of curiosity, and
that's not an uncommon feeling, especially at the beginning. Sex is much
less of a threat than love."

She opened her eyes, her surprise obvious. "But... it's so... so selfish.
So _shallow_."

"Love, I don't expect you to be perfect. If you fell in love with anyone
other than your -- than Tandi, I'd be jealous." He smiled. "I'd try to get
over it, because I don't think it would be fair not to, but I would be."

"So you do think it's wrong," she said.

He shook his head. "No, I think it's normal. Remember, I told you -- I'll
give you anything you want. So it would be wrong o f me not to try to get
over it. You aren't me, and I can't tell you what's right."

"If... if you were sleeping with someone... do you think you'd fall in love
with them?" she asked.

"Just from sleeping with them? I don't _think_ so. There would have to be
more there than just sex." He sighed. "I really wish you could see what I
do, so that you'd know that you're literally a _part_ of me."

She met his eyes at last, and a humorless smile twisted her face. "As would
be a tumor... just because something is... under your skin... doesn't mean
that you won't ever want to get rid of it if it causes you too much pain
and trouble."

Gabriel looked at her, perfectly serious. "You aren't a tumor, love. You're
a beautiful flower who brought life and light back into my life for the
first time since Lissa killed herself. I could never want to get rid of
you; I want to keep you in my life forever and ever."

"Oh god... you're going to make me cry..." She stared down at him as if
desperate to memorize every feature, her eyes filling with tears.

"I love you, Pandora, and I meant every word when I asked you to be my
wife. I want you with me not just til death do us part but until the end of
time," he said.

She dropped suddenly to her knees, sliding down his body and throwing her
arms around him, silent tears running down her cheeks as the emotion
overwhelmed her.

Gabriel pulled her close. "I love you, precious. Don't ever doubt it."

"I know, I know... I d..don't want to ruin it! I love you so much... I've
never done anything to deserve this..."

"I don't think love is something you deserve. I think it just _is_." He
held her tightly. "And this definitely is."

She shook her head rapidly. "No... y..you have to earn it. After all, it
w..wouldn't be worth anything if y..you didn't have to w..work for it," she
said, and he had the feeling that it was a quote.

"Who told you that?" he asked.

She blinked, making more tears overflow. "It's true, isn't it?"

"I don't think so, no," he said. "It's not easy, and it takes work, but
it's not something you earn. It's not something you have to deserve."

"I... of course it is. Otherwise everyone would love everybody," she said,
confused.

Gabriel shook his head. "No, it isn't. It doesn't work that way. I don't
think love happens except when the people involved are compatible enough,
but it's not a matter of 'deserving' it."

"I... can see that, I guess. But don't you think that a person can...
well... _stop_ deserving it? And if they do, then it can't stay. Maybe they
don't have to earn it, but if they just flat out aren't worth it..." She
finished in a whisper, "it'll disappear."

"That... might be possible, I guess. I know that love is something you do
have to work at, but as long as you do, you're okay," he said.

"See?" she whispered, her voice heart-breakingly fragile. "That's what I've
been trying to say... I'm willing to work for it, to do whatever it wants,
what you need... but I don't know what that is, and telling me that... that
I don't need to do anything doesn't help me figure out what I need to do!"

"The kind of work that love needs is being honest, and talking things out,
and not letting little problems fester until they turn into big ones.
Making sure that your partner knows when something is bothering you so that
they don't keep on hurting you without knowing it, and making sure that you
aren't deliberately doing things to hurt your partner." He kissed her
gently. "It's not a matter of 'deserve', love. It really isn't."

"I... I can do that," she said hopefully.

Gabriel smiled. "Then you have nothing to worry about."

She stretched up towards him, straining to reach him for a kiss.

Gabriel kissed her, softly. "Nothing."

She moaned softly and returned the kiss, coiling her arms around his neck,
putting all of her devotion, all of her need into the embrace.

Gabriel stroked her back gently, trying to convey the depth of his love,
the absolute, utterly solid conviction that he was _hers_.

Pandora sighed happily, her body soft and yielding against him. Their auras
entwined, swirling about them caressingly, binding them together. His braid
helped, wrapping around both of their waists, a tight rope holding them in
place.

She nuzzled against his chest, kissing a bit of bare skin between the
laces, then smiled up at him. "You have to make your hair let go if you
want to finish oiling me."

With seeming reluctance, the braid uncoiled from around them, dragging
slowly across her skin as it did so. "You have to stand up so I can get
your legs," he said.

She grinned at him, then slowly obeyed, sliding her body up his as she did
so, her soft warm breasts rubbing along his chest, then face.

Gabriel opened his mouth, sucking her nipple in and biting gently.

Pandora gasped, and her hands went around his head. "Oh yes!"

He pinched the other nipple with his hand, twisting gently.

She closed her eyes and leaned towards him, moaning quietly.

Gabriel ran his hands over her thighs, rubbing the oil in, as he sucked on
her nipple. Finally he reluctantly let it go.

She made a little mewing sound of protest and started to reach for him,
then snatched her hands back, shoving them behind her back to avoid
temptation.

"Mmm. I _like_ that. Maybe I'll tie your hands like that while we're at the
club," he said.

Her nipples crinkled immediately to hard little nubs.

Gabriel licked his lips. "Yeah. Definitely." He swallowed. "Stand the rest
of the way up, so I can get your calves and feet?"

She straightened up and raised one dainty foot and set it on his knee. "Not
the bottoms, except for the curve of the heel. Otherwise, I'll fall on my
ass."

"That wouldn't be good. If I wanted your ass bruised, I'd use my hand. Or a
paddle. Or the whip," he said, applying the silicone.

She shivered, but stood quietly while he oiled her leg, then carefully set
her foot down and offered him the other, just as there was a soft knock on
the wall near the door.

Gabriel looked up at her, raising an eyebrow.

She looked down at herself critically for a second, then nodded, her cheeks
turning pink.

"Invite him in, then," he whispered.

She licked her lips. It took her two tries to speak, but finally she
managed to call softly, "Come in."

Chris opened the door cautiously and stopped, losing the brief, hopeless
battle with himself not to stare at the glistening bare skin. The black
plastic bag dangled, forgotten, from one hand.

The blush started in Pandora's face, then crept enticingly down her neck
and onto her chest, intensifying until even her waist was tinged pink, but
she made no move to cover herself. She even arched her back a bit, making
her breasts stand out more.

Gabriel smiled. "You have it?"

Chris blinked, looking dazed, then blushed himself and turned to Gabriel.
"Uh, yeah. Right here, sorry. Your change is in the bag." He handed the
sack to him.

Gabriel took the bag. "Thanks." He set it down and pulled out the
blindfold, holding it up where Pandora could see it.

It was shiny black leather, padded, and lined with ultra-soft suede. The
outside was embroidered with line-work vines and roses in crimson and
forest-green satin thread. The fastener was a U of metal which slid through
one of the metal-reinforced slots and was then secured with a small lock
that was included, its little keys dangling from it at the moment. Pandora
looked at it with obvious lust.

"Kneel."

Pandora drew her breath in sharply and started trembling, but obeyed with
eager haste. She looked up at him, eyes wide, breathing ragged.

"Do you want this?" Gabriel asked quietly, just loud enough to be sure that
Chris could hear him.

Her lips trembled and her eyes held naked longing, almost frighteningly
intense. "please," she whispered.

He smiled. "Then you will have it." He gently held the blindfold over her
eyes. "Once I lock this, you know what's going to happen, don't you?"

"Y... yes..."

"Tell me." He closed the fastener, sliding the hasp of the lock through but
not locking it yet.

"I... you..." was all she managed to get out before her throat closed up
too tightly for her to speak, and she could only make a small, inarticulate
whimper.

"You can do it," Gabriel said soothingly.

She shook her head, having trouble even breathing.

"Take a deep breath, love."

she did, shuddering, and he could see the turmoil raging within her.

"Concentrate on the parts you like." He held her chin in his hand. "And
tell me what you want."

She moaned quietly. "I... I can't... can't think... but anything you want,
just touch me, guide me..."

"Do you trust me not to take you farther than you can handle?"

"I trust you... oh god yes," she whispered.

"Once I have the suit on up to your waist I'm going to ask him to help me."
He paused. "Can you handle that?"

The boy held his breath, then closed his eyes tightly, beads of sweat
breaking out on his forehead when she nodded.

Gabriel smiled. "Good. Then if you want this, all you have to do is reach
up and close the lock on the blindfold. It doesn't come off after that
until I'm ready."

She whimpered. "M... me? Ohhh..." She reached up with trembling hands,
fumbling for the lock. Finding it, she carefully pressed it closed, the
tiny 'click' sounding loud in the suddenly quiet room.

"Chris? Can you take about a step and a half forward? I want you just out
of reach, but where you can get a good view."

Chris licked his lips then swallowed hard and nodded. "S..sure, man. No
problem," he said hoarsely, stepping into the doorway. Pandora didn't move
or make a sound, but she stopped breathing for a few seconds.

Gabriel reached for the cat-suit. "Stand up and lift your leg." He worked
the latex up, bunching it around her calf, until the cuff was in place
around her ankle. "Okay. Now the other one. You know, this is a _really_
nice view, with you all oiled up and slick..."

She moaned quietly, but made no other sound.

Gabriel tugged the latex up, standing up and moving around behind her to
work it over her hips, finally getting it up to her waist. He leaned
forward. "You realize, don't you, that you aren't _completely_ naked
anymore?"

She stiffened with a little squeaking gasp, then nodded. "Y..yessir!" The
mound of her pussy... her quite, quite wet pussy... was clearly visible
through the tight latex. He could see the plump outer labia and the crease
in between, the very slight bulge from her neatly trimmed and partly shaved
pubic hair, and he could see when she clenched her cunt muscles because it
moved the latex just slightly.

"I think the crotch needs adjusting. Don't move." He moved around in front
of her, not touching her, and counted to five, then reached out and began
pushing the crotch up, so that it molded to her cunt all the way from the
top down around to her ass, using only his fingertips and reaching out from
a little farther than normal, trying to make sure she was unable to be sure
who was touching her.

Pandora moaned, every muscle tense, nipples so hard it had to hurt.

Gabriel stopped touching her, and counted to three. "Okay, Chris, can you
help me get the top on?"

Chris stared at him for a second then said, shakily, "Ah, um... you won't
get it on without oil..."

"I know. Give me a hand?"

Pandora held her breath, trembling like a scared rabbit, as the boy said,
"Ah... okay," and stepped into the booth. She didn't protest, didn't make a
sound, just waited, vibrating with arousal.

Gabriel moved around behind her and picked up the silicone. He squirted
some on her back, and held it out for Chris.

Chris licked his lips and took the bottle with a trembling hand. He stared
into Gabriel's face questioningly, still uncertain even though his cock
made a hard bulge in his jeans.

Gabriel nodded silently and began to rub Pandora's back with the oil.

Shaking, the boy tilted the bottle and let the cool oil flow liberally over
Pandora's breasts, his eyes watching as the gleaming stuff slid over her
nipples, making her moan and arch her back. When he set it aside, she held
her breath, waiting to be touched, and he looked back to Gabriel, needing
that final signal.

Gabriel nodded again, and his hands slid down Pandora's waist and around to
the front, rubbing her stomach and slightly lower, just enough to make her
wonder if he was going to finger her in front of Chris.

She stiffened, a surge of fear sending a yellow ripple through her aura,
then slowly relaxed, forcing herself to breathe for a moment only to gasp
and go breathless again as the boy's hands cupped her breasts, gently
spreading the oil across the soft, full globes.

Gabriel moved his hands up, working her shoulders and down her arms. "Not
quite yet, pet," he whispered. "It's not time for you to come yet."

Pandora whimpered pleadingly, pushing her hips forward.

Gabriel chuckled, but didn't return his hands to her front.

Chris lingered over her breasts, his thumbs running over and over the hard
nipples until she was panting in time to his movements.

"Do you think she's oiled up enough?" Gabriel asked.

The boy blushed and moved his hands down, sliding them over her ribs, then
up to her shoulders and down each arm, until her entire upper body
glistened beautifully. "Now she is."

Gabriel reached down, tugging the cat-suit up. "Help me get this on? Her
breasts may need some adjusting."

"In these, they always do," Chris said, carefully sliding his fingers under
the front of the suit to ease it up. They pulled it up to just under her
breasts while she stood there, trembling, then he said, "Hold on..." and
held her breasts in his hand, one at a time, pressing them as flat as
they'd go while he eased each side of the cat-suit up over them so that
when he slid his hand out they pressed against the latex, stretching it
tight. Her hard nipples were very clearly visible, and he reached back in
to adjust her right breast so that it was at exactly the same angle as the
left.

Gabriel worked Pandora's hands and arms into the sleeves as Chris adjusted
her breasts, then slowly began to draw the zipper up her back, giving Chris
plenty of time to make sure the suit as adjusted and even. Finally, it was
zipped all the way up, and he reached for the latex gloves he'd taken off
the shelf. "I'll put these on; can you get the boots on her?"

Chris knelt down, then froze when he raised his head and his eyes were
level with Pandora's blatantly displayed cunt. "Fucking hell," he swore
softly, almost reverently, and had to swipe his forearm across his forehead
to keep the sweat from rolling into his eyes. Shaking, not turning to look
at what he was doing, he reached for the boots.

The boots were shiny black leather. They had three-inch, metal-sheathed
stiletto heels and a shiny chrome cap on the toe. The back, past the heel,
was mostly open, being just a series of buckled leather straps all the way
to the knee. They fit perfectly.

Gabriel smiled and began pulling the first glove on.

Chris buckled the last strap as Gabriel adjusted the gloves, then stood up
and stepped back to look at her. The leather cat-suit was tighter than
skin-tight, molded to her curves like a coat of paint. She was encased in
latex from neck to toe... nearly. The suit had a tight collar, but beneath
that was an upside-down heart-shaped cutout which perfectly framed some of
the most perfect cleavage in the world, made especially breath-taking by
the way the tight latex pushed her breasts together and up, causing the
creamy white mounds to look even larger than they were. The silver gleam of
the chrome-tipped boots and the rows of d-rings up the back of the
elbow-length gloves caught the light as she shivered.

Chris whispered, "Jesus..."

Gabriel leaned forward, his lips touching Pandora's ears as he spoke. "I
can feel how turned on you are. Can you feel how wet the crotch of the suit
is? You want to come, don't you, pet?"

She moaned desperately. "Oh _god_! Please, please, oh god please!" 

"I'll let you come. I'll reach around and finger you through your nice
shiny suit... if you want me to. Chris is standing right there, and I think
he'd love to see that. You should see the look on his face... he looks like
he's died and gone to heaven. Do you want me to make you come, pet?" he
ask.

She sobbed, pressing against him. "Yes! Please, I want it... need it...
god, so bad, so hot do it do it please touch me!"

He chuckled. "I have a surprise for you first. I think you might like it."
He reached for the laces that were lying on the bench. "These gloves... can
be laced. Put your arms behind your back."

Pandora whimpered, squeezing her legs together. "oh god," she whispered,
and slid her hands behind her back.

Gabriel began to lace the gloves up, starting at the bottom and working his
way to the top. He left them loose at first, and then slowly tightened the
laces, drawing her elbows closer and closer together. "I think you look
_good_ like this," he said. "Maybe I should take you to the the club all
laced up, with your tits pushed up and out..." He tightened the laces just
a little more, and tied them off. Her hands were clasped behind her back,
and her shoulders were pulled back as her elbows were drawn closer. He'd
stopped just before the point that he thought it would actually become
painful, and the result thrust her tits forward, showing them off to an
amazing degree. "What do you think, Chris? Does this look good?"

"_Fucking_ hell! Oh fuck yes, fucking awesome!" was the enthusiastic
answer.

Pandora whimpered again, her breath coming in desperate little pants.
"please, please..."

Gabriel chuckled. "She's really turned on. Do you think I should let her
come?" His hands slid around to the front, brushing over her breasts.
"Maybe while you make sure the front of the suit is nice and shined up?"

Pandora nearly fell trying to press against his hands.

"_Fuck_..." Chris looked almost like he was in pain. "Oh god... um, the,
um, whole suit needs to be oiled, so it'll shine and to keep it from
getting brittle."

"Hmm." Gabriel chuckled. "You're right. We should get everything else
shined up, and then I can make her come while you oil her stomach and
chest. Sound good?"

The boy actually whimpered, a pitiful, heartbroken sound.

"Why don't we start at the bottom and work our way up?" Gabriel asked.

Chris nodded mutely, reaching for the bottle and pouring a little in his
cupped hand before handing it to Gabriel. "Not too much... shiney, not
wet."

Gabriel nodded, starting with her calves and working his way up. When he
reached her upper thighs, he paused. "Why don't you reach around and get
her ass while I get her arms and back?"

Pandora, by this point, was incapable of speech. She'd devolved into a
quivering mass of lust. Gabriel could feel it, hot and pulsing, could feel
her desperate need and knew that, right this moment, anything he asked of
her, she'd do, no matter what it was. She moved when he moved her, arched
into the hands that caressed her with hungry little moans, and breathed
only in panting little gasps. Her whole body quivered, so close to orgasm
that the tiniest touch could set her off.

Chris reached around, moaning himself at the feeling of Pandora's firm ass
flexing under his hands.

Gabriel stood, rubbing the oil onto her shoulders and working down. "Do you
like this, pet? I bet he's so turned on it's painful... just watch; when
we're done, I bet he _runs_ to the bathroom. You've given him something
he'll remember happily for the rest of his life... isn't that nice?" he
whispered. "Almost done now... let me just get the small of your back,
and... done. Do you want me to touch you and make you come now?"

She groaned, squirming pitifully. "Please!"

He chuckled again. "Okay, Chris. I think she's ready for you to do her
chest. Make sure you're thorough." He waited for Chris to stand, and slid
his hands around, lightly running his fingertips up her thighs and along
the crease, not quite touching her labia, knowing the rubber would slide
over them as his fingers pressed into her thigh. "Feel that, pet?" he
whispered. "I bet I could make you come without ever touching you directly,
just running my fingers over your legs..." His fingers moved up. "Your
stomach..." He pressed his hard cock against her hands through the tight
leather pants. "With my cock rock hard from watching you..."

"Oh _god_! Ohhhh... oh please, please let me!" She moaned desperately,
arching her hips forward, then pressing back, rubbing up and down against
his cock. "AH!" she gave a little scream as Chris cupped her breasts,
running his thumbs over her hard nipples.

Gabriel trailed his fingers down the crease of the opposite thigh, then
back up, lightly, over her labia, feeling how the tight rubber molded
itself to her, too lightly to let her come yet just enough pressure for her
to feel. "You're going to come for me, pet. You're going to come _hard_,
and you're going to come when I tell you to. Do you understand?"

"Yes! Oh god yes please! Please I'll do anything you want, just let me...
please make me come!"

Gabriel slid his fingers over her clit, pressing in firmly and moving them
in circles, making the rubber slide over her labia and clit. "Come for me,
pet. _NOW!_"

She screamed sharply and bucked against his hand, coming hard, violently,
her cunt hot against his hand. She sobbed as the spasms tore through her,
and her legs collapsed, refusing to hold her any longer.

Chris watched, his rapt eyes sliding up to her face, and shuddered, his
fingers pinching her nipples and making her writhe even more.

Gabriel grabbed her, holding her up, and didn't stop, continuing to finger
her, keeping her coming for nearly half a minute, enjoying the feel of her
through the thin rubber, the way it seemed to transmit _all_ the heat from
her hot, hot cunt to his hand. Finally he stopped rubbing and simply
pressed, holding her up with one hand around her waist and the other
cupping her cunt.

Pandora jerked against him, groaning gutturally, then collapsed limply in
his arms, eyes closed and still breathing hard.

Chris slowly let go of her breasts, sliding his hand down to rub oil over
one last, non-shiny bit of latex on her upper ribs, then stepped away,
blushing bright red. "That... that was... ah... oh hell... I've gotta...
uh... excuse me!" he finally blurted out, and practically ran from the
stall.

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