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This story is intended for adult readers. If you are not legally
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Enjoy.

Be Careful What You Ask For

He watched her walk into the coffee shop. She was tall, thin, and
very attractive. Her legs were muscular, her ass firm - obviously
she worked out. Her hair was black - thick, with a slight wave.
Her jade green eyes sparkled. Her complexion was cream. It was if
she almost never went out into the sun. She was smartly dressed
in a black business suit, stockings that were a whisper of black
and black heels with red accents. Under her jacket he could see a
white blouse. Her lips and fingernails were a rosy pink. She was
the picture of a very successful young business woman.

She looked around, but not for him. He was an anonymous man in
the corner, drinking coffee, reading and listening to his IPod.
No, she was looking for a woman, found her, made eye contact and
nodded. She went to the counter, ordered coffee and joined the
blonde waiting for her. The blonde was his assistant.

"Do you mind if I join you." He heard her ask as she joined
Rachael, his assistant for this project. His IPod wasn't playing
music; it was a receiver and Rachael was miked so he could hear
this conversation.

"Please do," Rachael replied.

"I feel a bit awkward. But then I guess you hear that quite
often." Rachael didn't reply, but just sat smiling at the woman.
After a moment's silence, she went on, "How do we go forward?
Betty told me ..."

"No names. We can't really be overheard, but names are not to be
used. I will ask you some questions, you will answer. If your
answers meet the criteria, you will be accepted. Do you
understand?"

The woman paused before saying, "I guess so. What type of
questions?"

Without changing her expression or raising her voice above a
whisper, Rachel's response had the woman's eyes widening. "Rule
#1 - No Names. Rule #2 - No Questions. Do you understand?"

Again the woman hesitated. "Yes."

"Rule #3 - No Hesitation."

"Yes," this time the response was immediate.

"Better. Have you ever been tied up for sexual play?"

"No," she looked down at the table and spoke very softly.

"Look me in the eyes when you answer me. You aren't a virgin are
you?"

"No."

"What about your ass and mouth?"

"Mouth no." Again she hesitated, "I've never had anal sex."

The question and answers went on for some time. He looked up from
his book occasionally and all he saw were two young professional
women having a conversation. They appeared to be friends. He knew
better. Rachael was interviewing her for his services. If all
went well, he would soon have at least a week of fun with this
attractive woman and be paid handsomely for the pleasure as well.

********

Her name was Sarah Holland. She was a newly promoted junior
partner in a prestigious local law firm and had worked very hard
to get where she was. She had forsaken a personal life and now
had professional success - money, status and power. Underlings in
her office were in awe and a bit afraid of her. She had graduated
early from high school and college and had "breezed" through law
school.

Now she was hungry for something else.

She had told a friend that she wanted some excitement. Sexual
excitement. They were at lunch and she'd just blurted it out.

"God Betty, I don't know what to do. I'm frustrated. Everyone at
the office seems off limits. The people who are under me are
afraid of me because I could make their lives miserable and get
them fired. The other partners are afraid to make a move because
of that sexual harassment lawsuit that made all the news last
year."

"Why don't you make the first move?"

"I did. Another junior partner - we had drinks, dinner a few
times and ok sex. No, boring vanilla sex. I've been so focused on
my career and goals that I really haven't experimented at all. I
want something exciting - forbidden."

Betty had been her best friend since she'd moved to the city.
They weren't in the same league professionally or socially, but
Betty, a secretary for an advertising agency, had befriended her
and had become her confidante.

"Sarah, how much forbidden excitement do you want?" Betty asked,
adding 'Be careful how you answer" to herself.

"I don't want to die or anything. But I want to give up control
and have someone else completely in charge. You know what I
mean?"

Betty knew exactly what she meant. She enjoyed that herself and
knew a way to satisfy her friend; if that was what Sarah really
wanted. "Sarah, think about this very carefully before you
answer. Do you want to give up control or do you want it taken
away from you?"

Sarah stared at her friend for a very long time. "Like I said, I
don't want to die, but ..."

"You want someone to take over for you. Do things to you? Make
you feel alive?"

"Oh God, yes. Is that a dream? Am I just chasing a fantasy?"

"Let me talk to someone I know. And yes it is a fantasy, but if
we can't enjoy our fantasies, why bother living?"

********

That had been a month ago. Betty called Sarah, three days later
and told her a young woman would call her and set up an
appointment. They'd meet and talk; and if all went well, her
fantasy would come true. At least once. And it would not be free.

And so Sarah was now answering questions. Questions that
embarrassed her, but she answered them anyway.

"One last thing," Rachael said leaning in very close, "If I told
you to follow me outside right now and kneel next to my car while
I sat on the front seat and suck my pussy until I came, would
you?"

Sarah hesitated.

"Rule #3!"

"I never have been with a woman before, but yes, I would."

"Wait for me here. I want another mocha." Rachael left the table
and walked up to the counter. Sarah watched her walk, wondering
if she really could do that - suck her in public, in broad
daylight. She shivered.

He had decided. As Rachael walked back to the table he arose,
pulled on a baseball cap and strode out of the coffee house,
apparently unaware of the two women. She saw the signal she had
hoped for, a to-go cup turned upside down at an empty table. They
had a new plaything.

He continued listening as Rachael said Sarah could have her wish
and handed her a plain white business envelope. "Open this when
you get home, not before. Follow the instructions exactly. Then
your dream will be realized. I hope you remembered the old adage
to be careful what you ask for - you might just get it." Rachael
knew that Sarah would follow the instructions to the letter. And
wished she could have had Sarah walk out with her and give her an
orgasm with her mouth. But that would have to wait.

********

Sarah did exactly as she was told and didn't open the envelope
until she was safely in her apartment. Inside was a sheet of
paper with typed instructions.

Transfer $X to this account #xxxxxxxxxxx using this bank routing
#xxxxxxxxx.
Set up a Yahoo email account with the user name sdreams.
Go to the Pleasure Palace and ask for Rick. Tell Rick you are
sdreams and need to pick up your package. Pay for it and don't
open the package until you receive an email telling you to.

Betty had told her it would cost her, but she hadn't expected
quite that much. But Rachael's questions had hooked her. She had
actually gotten wet during the - interview? - she couldn't think
what else to call it. So she went on line and did the money
transfer. She set up the email account. And went to the Pleasure
Palace.

The first two tasks were easy, done in the privacy of her
apartment. But the trip to the Pleasure Palace was another matter
completely. It was in a part of the city that she's wouldn't have
though existed. Well she knew it did, but it wasn't part of the
city she lived, worked, or played in. The neighborhood was
garages and warehouses and seedy looking bars and run down
apartment buildings. The Pleasure Palace looked nothing like its
name. It was a low squat brick building - dingy with a poorly lit
parking lot. She hesitated before getting out of her car. She
heard Rachael's stern voice, "Rule #3!"

She got out of her car, chirped it locked and walked into the
store. She wasn't sure what she'd expected, but the place
confused her a bit. There were magazines and DVD and sexual toys
on display. She wasn't naive. But it was clean and well lit. She
found that there was a woman sitting behind the counter and
approached her. Her father would have described the woman as
"nice looking, but with some miles on her."

"I need to see Rick," Sarah said when the woman looked up. She
was surprised at how timid her voice sounded, even to her.

"You found her. What can I do for you?"

"Ummm, I'm sdreams. I'm here to pick up a package."

"Got it right here, but I'll need your credit card first. And
some ID." Sarah handed them over after a little hesitation. Rick
ran the card through the machine and had Sarah sign the receipt.
"Here ya go." She handed the box across the counter and Sarah
took it and fought the urge to run.

As she reached the door, Rick called out, "Honey, you better
remember Rule #3 or you're gonna have a long row to hoe."

Sarah flushed and walked very quickly to her car. As she drove
home, she became more curious about what was in the box. She
would wait. She felt a thrill with that decision. Someone else
was in charge.

********

Sarah was watching Letterman, but not really paying attention,
when her computer pinged. She had mail. She had logged on to
yahoo earlier as sdreams and as expected the email was from
Rachael.

"Have you retrieved the package? Have you opened it?"

'Boy, no wasted words,' Sarah though as she hit the reply button.
"Yes. No."

Rachael's reply was just as quick, "Good. Log on tomorrow morning
at 6 for further instructions."

Sarah wondered if she should just leave her computer running, but
decided to follow the instructions as given. She logged off, shut
down the computer and went to bed. And tried to go to sleep, but
found she was buzzed with excitement and anticipation. Eventually
she dropped off.

********

Rachael looked up from her computer, her cell phone to her ear.
"She's picked up the package and hasn't opened it. She'll be
logged on by 6 tomorrow. What should I do?"

He thought a moment. "You start her with box 3. I'll email her
late at work tomorrow and see how she reacts."

Rachael smiled, "Does this mean I'll get to play?"

"You've already laid the groundwork, so probably." Rachael's
smile widened.

********

Sarah was showered and logged on by 5:45. She was putting on her
makeup when her computer pinged. Wearing only her panties and bra
she sat and opened Rachael's message.

"Are you dressed? If so, strip and reply." Sarah obeyed, though
she paused before stripping, a little worried. "That was a slow
response. Are you naked?"

"Yes."

"Better. Open the package from the Pleasure Palace and take out a
box marked #3. Don't open it until I tell you."

Sarah open the large box she'd brought home the night before and
found it was packed with other sealed boxes. She lifted out #3,
it wasn't particularly large, and carried it to her computer.

"I have it here. Unopened."

"Open the box and take everything out. Lay it neatly by your
computer and when you have, call my number. The one you called
the first time."

"Yes." Sarah typed the response automatically. With a mixture of
fear and excitement, she opened the box. She stared for a minute.
Inside were what seemed to be thigh-high stockings, a small box,
and a pair of black "granny panties." As she laid the items out
she found a bra to match the panties. They didn't belong to any
granny she knew; they seemed to be something like rubber. She
grabbed her cell and called Rachael.

"Took you long enough to call. Are you all unpacked? Describe
what you have."

"Sorry, yes, a small box, stockings, a bra and panty set made out
of rubber or something."

"Good, you'll need to get dressed to get into the office today.
Do you have a red suit, you know a real ball-busting power suit?"
Rachel knew she did, Betty had been thoroughly questioned.

"Yes, but the skirt is a bit short for the office. And I have a
meeting in judge's chambers today, so ..."

"Are you questioning my decision? When you answer a question,
answer it and shut up. You have earned demerits this morning. Do
you want more?"

"No."

"Put on the bra. You will find the cups are very supportive and
comfortable."

"But there are holes in them - in the ... where my nip ..."

"Yes," Rachael interrupted her. "Finger your nipples and make
them stand up, and then pull them through the holes."

Suddenly Sarah wasn't so sure about this game. But she found
herself rolling her nipples between her thumbs and forefingers.
Her nipples grew and tingled. She slipped the bra on and, as she
had been told, worked her nipples through the holes in the bra.
'I can't take my coat off anywhere with them sticking out like
that. Wonder if they'll go down?' She thought to herself as she
looked down.

"Now pull the panties almost all the way up," Rachael assumed the
bra was on. "Stop at mid-thigh and let me know."

Sarah stepped into the panties and worked them up her legs. The
strip between the front and back looked sort of odd, but she
couldn't tell what was wrong. "OK."

"Good, now open the little box and describe what is inside."

She reached over to the desk and opened the little box. It was
ornately carved and hinged and opened to reveal a velvet lined
interior holding two ball. "It looks like those Chinese exercise
balls you see in gift shops. The ones you roll in your hand."

"Very good - those are actually Chinese exercise balls, but
they're going to be used a little differently. Pick them up."

When she did, Sarah heard a bell like sound, "They sound like
bells."

"Good. Now slip them up into your pussy."

Sarah's world stopped. She froze in place. "What did you say?"

"Demerits for breaking Rule #2 and Rule #3. Now shove them in
your pussy. Then pull your panties the rest of the way on. When
you've done that, put on your stockings and the red power suit.
Oh and don't forget those red heels. You know the ones."

Sarah was dumbfounded, but found herself reaching down with her
left hand and opening her lips and watching the fingers of her
right hand slipping the balls into her one at a time. As she
pulled the panties up she felt the balls moving inside of her -
and she wasn't sure she could hear the balls, but she could sure
feel the vibrations given off as the balls rubbed against each
other. But her biggest surprise was when she wriggled the panties
in place. That odd "bunchy" area actually split her lips and
nestled and rubbed against her clit.

"OH MY GOD! OH NO!"

Rachael chuckled into the phone. "Ahhh, you have the panties on
and found the secret. Now, get dressed while I talk to you. You
will be kept on a high level of arousal today. Hopefully it will
become your norm. You will be checked on throughout the day,
though you won't know by whom. And we'll meet for lunch. Are you
finished dressing yet?"

"Almost just - OHHHH - just my shoes ... Oh God Oh God Oh God ...
here they are. Dressed."

"Sarah, listen to me very carefully. You want to avoid any more
demerits. You won't necessarily enjoy the punishment. DO NOT
remove any of our toys today. Remember they are for our enjoyment
and your training. Or should we say your adventure. DO NOT cancel
any meetings, presentations or appointments. We have your
schedule and you will be observed. And DO NOT tell anyone what is
happening to you. Do you understand?"

"Yes." Sarah was sure she faint before the day was out. "Oh God
... I'll try." Her mind flashed through her appointment book. She
could avoid most of the office; her only important meeting was
with Judge Garver in her chambers. It should be a short meeting.
She'd spend as much of the day in her office, in her chair,
trying not to move.

"Don't try to hurry through the meeting with Judge Garver."
Rachael went on, "And meet me for lunch at 12:15 at Julian's,
unless you have an appointment at that time - call me if you do.
I'll be at a window table on the third level."

"Yes." God, why was she doing this?

"And use the stairs, not the elevator." The line went dead.

********

Why am I doing this? That question was foremost in her thoughts
as she drove the short distance across town to the office.
Because I wanted some excitement in my life, but this might be
more that I wanted. Should she call Betty? NO, definitely not.
Should she have ever said anything to Betty? She wasn't so sure.

This whole internal dialog came to a swift halt as a car pulled
out in front of her, cutting her off and making her hit the
breaks. The sudden movement caused the balls inside her to move
about and start their silent chime inside her and the panties to
rub quickly up and down on her clit. The wave of relief at not
hitting the car in front of her was overwhelmed by an orgasm that
shook her to her core. She squeezed the balls to stop the
vibrations, the attempt fail miserably, and by the time she
parked in her space in the underground garage her face was
covered by a sheen of sweat. She sat in the car and tried to
collect herself.

This was going to be a long day.

********

Mona, the receptionist, greeted her as she stepped from the
elevator into the lobby. "Morning Sarah, here are your messages
and mail."

"Thanks, Mona."

"Hey are you OK? You look a little flushed?" Worry etched Mona's
brow.

"Yeah. Some guy cut me off in traffic and left me a little shaky
this morning. I'll be fine." Sarah attempted a weak smile, "As
soon as I get my heart rate back down." Sarah said over her
shoulder as she walked slowly down the hall, pretending to
concentrate on her mail and messages.

"I'll bring you some coffee," Mona called to her.

"Thanks." Sarah called back as she entered her office and quickly
moved to her desk. She sat gingerly and wondered again why she
was doing this and how she would ever make it through the day.

But she found as the morning wore on she was able to dictate
letters and return phone calls. As long as she moved slowly and
carefully, she was fine. Once during a phone call, she leaned her
chair back and crossed her legs. Big mistake.

"Oh!" An electric charge seemed to shoot through her, starting in
her groin and exploding out.

"What was that?" Her caller asked.

"Oh nothing, I just kicked my desk. As I was saying ..." Sarah
finished her call. She assessed herself.

'My God, I'm drenched. I've never been this wet,' Sarah thought
to herself. 'I've got to get cleaned up.' Then her phone rang.

"Yes, Mona," she said into the intercom.

"Call for you on line 3. It's Julian's."

As she picked up the phone she glanced at her watch. 11:50. She'd
almost forgotten Rachael's demand about lunch. "Yes?"

"Ms Holland, this is Ramone at Julian's. I was asked to call and
confirm your 12:15 luncheon reservation."

"Yes Ramone, thank you. I was about to leave the office. I shall
be there shortly."

"Very good, Ms Holland. Your guest called and said she'd sent you
a message and wasn't sure you had received it."

"Yes I did. Thank you again."

As she hung up she logged on to her sdreams account. And there
was a message from Rachael. She opened it.

"Julian's is equidistant between your office and the courthouse.
Walk to Julian's and then you can walk to the courthouse from
here in plenty of time for your meeting with Judge Garver."

Sarah groaned. Julian's was equidistant, but the courthouse was
on the other side of Julian's and the walk back would be twice as
far. She'd be a basket case by the time she got back to the
office. And, she thought as she looked down at her shoes, these
shoes weren't made for walking. But she grabbed her briefcase and
headed out the door. And nearly ran into Frank Mathisson, the
head of the firm.

"Whoa, Sarah. Run in those shoes and you'll break an ankle. How
are you doing?"

'God I don't have time for this,' she thought. "Great Frank. Just
off to a lunch meeting that just came up. Then off to the
courthouse for a chambers meeting with Judge Garver on the
BroilCo matter. We might actually get it settled today or
tomorrow."

Frank smiled at her, "Settle it quickly, but not too quickly. We
have to bill those hours."

"I'm on it," Sarah replied as she moved down the hall.

Frank watched her retreating for. 'God I would love to have a
taste of that lovely ass. She looks so fuckable today.
Practically glowing. Oh well.'

********

By the time she reached Julian's, Sarah was quivering. Rachael
must have picked this time and made her walk this far because of
the crowds. The weather was beautiful today and the sidewalks had
been packed. The balls in her vagina rolled and banged in her and
the vibrations had driven her to distraction. And the panties
hadn't helped. Every step they had rubbed her clit. And her
nipples were on fire. The holes in her bra squeezed the base of
her nipples, acting like miniature cock rings; they let the blood
in but not out as well. So now her nipples were swollen and
distended and the constant jiggling rubbed them against the
blouse she was wearing. She would have taken her jacket off, but
then everyone would have seen her nipples sticking out and
tenting her blouse.

At Julian's she checked in and was told her party had just
arrived. "Your table is on the third floor, by the windows. The
elevator is right this way."

"Thanks you, but I could use some exercise. I'll take the stair."
The hostess nodded, but though Ms Holland looked like she had
just run a marathon.

Just before she reached the third level her cell phone rang.
Looking at the display, Sarah saw that it was Rachael's number.
"Yes."

"I saw you when you arrived. You look hot, take off your suit
coat and carry it over your arm." The line went dead.

'Oh Christ, not this,' Sarah mumbled to herself as she unbuttoned
her suit coat and removed it. Looking down, her worst fears were
realized. Her nipples were sticking straight out and tenting the
front of her blouse. What if she was seen by one of the office's
clients? Her face, already flushed from the continuing assault on
her body, reddened with embarrassment. But she held her head high
and stepped out of the stairwell and into the restaurant.

She saw Rachael across the room. She casually turned and watched
as Sarah made her way across the room. As Sarah approached the
table, Rachael and said, "Sarah, you look radiant." As she hugged
the embarrassed woman, she whispered in Sarah's ear, "And your
nipples are just so excited to see me."

As she lay her briefcase and suit coat on the extra chair Sarah
tried to smile, "Thank you."

Rachael grinned wickedly, "I'll bet you are so wet I could drink
you up with a spoon. Oh, and could you cross and recross your
legs a few times for me. I want to see if I can hear the whisper
of your stockings when you do. Maybe you can even play 'Carol of
the Bells' for me."

Sarah stared at her with a smile plastered on her face. And
crossed her legs. "Why?' she asked as she recrossed her legs,
causing the balls and panties to attack her body again.

"Demerit, Rule #2. But I'll answer this time. Because you wanted
to explore the dark side and awaken something inside you. We're
going to release that thing and we already know what it is. And
you will soon."

As Sarah listened, she scanned the room. She saw no one that she
recognized and no one seemed to be paying attention. She faced
Rachael, "But ... Thank you. I know you're right; this is just
... Oh God ... just not what I expected." She uncrossed and
recrossed her legs again.

A waiter appeared with two salads. He sat them in front of the
women along with a pot of tea and two cups with saucers. "Enjoy
your lunches. And just nod if there is anything I can do for
you." He smiled and withdrew.

"I took the liberty of ordering for us both. You'll enjoy the
salad I'm sure." Rachael explained while Sarah rhythmically
crossed her legs. "Perhaps you should nod at that delightful
waiter and see if he would like a blowjob. Together he and I
could rate your skills and offer suggestions. This carpet would
be very soft on your knees, don't you think?"

Sarah paled and thought, 'Rachael can't be serious.'

"Maybe instead of a tip. Keep those legs moving, mustn't let the
balls rest." Rachael smiled, "Don't worry, I won't humiliate you
like that in public. Yet. Now finish your salad; we have
something to do before you leave for the courthouse."

Sarah ate without enthusiasm and without even tasting her salad.
She continued the rhythmic crossing of her legs and her body was
abuzz with tension. She was on the border of an orgasm, but just
couldn't quite crest. She wanted to scream in frustration. And
she prayed she wouldn't crest - an orgasm in this public place
would be more humiliation than she could take. Rachael
interrupted her thoughts.

"You're almost finished eating. I am going to leave now. Keep
crossing your legs and jiggling those little balls until you've
signed for the check. I'll notify the server you're ready for the
bill when I leave. I want you to walk down the stairs, carrying
your jacket as before, and come to the Ladies on the second
floor. And when you leave, walk tall, head high. You should be
proud of your body and the way it reacts to a little
stimulation."

"Yes, Rachael," Sarah said as Rachael rose, pecked her on the
cheek and left.

She did as she was told and found the Ladies and went in. Rachael
smiled and said, "Follow me. We can have a private room here,"
and walked ahead through a doorway. Sarah followed. "Lock the
door and come here." Rachael beckoned Sarah to where she sat on a
low couch.

"Put your briefcase and jacket on that chair there and stand
before me." Sarah obeyed without hesitation. "Unbutton your
blouse; I want to see your nipples. Actually I want to taste
them."

Sarah was surprised that her hands flew to the buttons. A voice
in the back of her mind kept shouting at her, 'No, No, No, No
...' She opened her blouse and the Rachael smiled at the sight.

"Ooohhh, they do look lovely," she crooned as she leaned toward
them. Her tongue flicked out and licked Sarah's left nipple. And
as she gasped, Rachael moved to the right and repeated the lick
there. Sarah's eyes rolled up in her head for a moment - her
nipples had always been sensitive, but nothing like they were at
this minute. Rachael's tongue had sent a jolt through her to her
very core. "And they react so well to stimulation. Are you wet,
my pet."

"Yes." Sarah didn't seem to have heard the 'my pet' or maybe it
just hadn't managed to get through the fog of lust clouding her
brain.

"Would you like to come now?"

"Oh God Yes." Sarah trembled at the thought. "Please."

"Lift your skirt to your waist and pull your panties down to your
ankles. That's good. Use your muscles to keep the balls inside
you and straddle my fingers." Sarah shuffled forward to where
Rachael had extended her hand. With her other hand she gently
stroked Sarah's thighs - sliding across her stockings and onto
the bare flesh. "Oh, that feels nice. Do you like when I do
that?"

"Yes. Oh yes."

Rachael kept stroking while her other hand cupped Sarah's mound.
Sarah's lips were swollen and already parted. "You feel so hot.
Maybe I should try to cool you down some." With that Rachael
applied pressure with the heel of her hand onto Sarah's clit and
slipped her middle finger between her lips and into her channel.
'Keep squeezing; don't want those balls to drop out, do we?
That's a girl. You are so wet. Have you orgasmed yet today?"
Rachael was now swirling her finger around.

Sarah panted, "No. Oh God." Her whole body was vibrating; she
though she might explode. Or at least pass out.

"You know," Rachael said as she slid two more fingers in, "the
problem might be that these balls are riding too low to do you
any good." And with that she shoved the balls deeper into Sarah's
body. "Now try to hold them there."

Sarah gasped. She was right on the crest; her body vibrated with
her pending orgasm. Suddenly Rachael's hands weren't there. "Oh
Fuck. NO-O-O-O-O.' Sarah moaned in frustration.

"If we didn't stop you'd be late for your conference with Judge
Garver. We can't risk that now can we?" Rachael smiled up at her.
"Keep your professional demeanor and for God's sake, get dressed.
Keep those balls as high as you can. Squeeze as you walk that
will help. And have a good meeting and a pleasant walk back to
the office."

Rachael walked to the door and out without another word or
backward glance. The door opened again, "And don't forget you are
being watched so don't try to cheat." Rachael was gone.

Sarah hurriedly redressed, straightened and walked out. She
glanced at her watch as she approached the front door. She barely
had time to make the courthouse for her conference with Judge
Garver. She walked briskly. Her panties rubbed her clit and the
balls inside her seemed to vibrate even more urgently.

********

Judge Judith Garver (Don't ever call me Judge Judy!) was young
for a judge. She was strict and fair to all that approached her
bench. And heaven help the lawyer who came into her courtroom or
chambers late or unprepared. She had been president of the local
bar association and befriended women lawyers whenever should
could, as long as it had no bearing on a case before her. She
looked up from the scattering of papers on her desk when Sarah
knocked at her open door.

"Sarah, come in. How's the youngest partner in town holding up?"
As she asked she noted that Sarah looked quite flushed. "And why
are you here? Didn't you get the message that our meeting has
been postpone indefinitely. Seems opposing council had a heart
attack last night." 'The fat pig,' she wanted to add but held her
peace.

"Oh," Sarah fairly panted, "I had lunch at Julian's with a friend
and must not have heard my phone." She pulled the offending
instrument from her pocket and knew, at a glance, that she had
missed a text from her office. "Oh well, at least I had a nice
lunch and walk over."

Garver's raised her eyebrows, "You walked over here from
Julian's? Why didn't you take a cab, from crying out loud?"

"It seemed like such a nice day. It was a great idea at the time.
I needed to get out of the office and get some fresh air and
Julian's seemed close to both my office and here." Sarah
explained with her rehearsed story, surprised at how calm she
sounded. "But I was running a little late leaving lunch, so ..."

"You tried to run in those shoes? They're beautiful, but they
must be killers."

"Price of success." Sarah smiled her way through that lie. Her
feet were killing her; as were her calves and butt. She
definitely wouldn't need the stair climber tonight. "Well, I'll
let you get back to work. I'll see when Lardbutt wants to
reschedule."

"Sarah, close the door and sit. Would you like some coffee? We
can talk for a few minutes. It is a rare treat to get to talk
with you." Sarah nodded at the coffee and wearily sat,
reflexively crossing her legs. She closed her eyes when the balls
inside her jiggled their vibrations through her. Her face
instantly flushed, but Judge Garver didn't notice. She was
leaning toward her intercom and say, "Helen, would you please
bring in a pot of coffee and two cups."

"Yes, Your Honor. And I brought in some macaroons today. I add a
little plate of those, too." The intercom clicked off.

Garver smiled as she turned toward Sarah, who was trying very
hard not to pant out loud. "Helen spoils me so. My predecessor
told me she was efficient, but standoffish. I think it was
because he is an asshole. Not to put too fine a point on it."

"Yes, Your Honor."

"Oh, for God's sake drop the 'Your Honor' and call me Judith."
Garver stared Sarah directly in the eye, "I've been watching your
career - watching you work yourself to death and you reminded me
of myself. Only more so; I didn't make partner as soon as you
did. But I do worry about you."

"Me?" Sarah was dumbstruck by the idea. She knew the judge but
not well. The judge had to be at least fifteen years older.

"Don't look so baffled. I was once where you are. Professionally,
and I found I had some regrets. Are you seeing someone, if you
don't mind me being blunt?"

Unwittingly, Sarah uncrossed and recrossed her legs and was
immediately aware she shouldn't have. As her face flushed she
said, "No, not really."

"Don't be embarrassed, I'm just being nosy. Well actually, do you
know Judge Hanson?"

"I know of her, but I've never been in her court. Why?" Judge
Harriet Hanson sat on mostly criminal cases and Sarah wasn't a
criminal defense lawyer.

"When I was still an up and coming hotshot like yourself, she
took me aside for a chat. I guess we're having that chat now.
Anyway we talk about my life - professionally and personally. She
gave me a lot of professional advice, became my closet mentor,
and saved me a lot of wasted time. And she had only one piece of
advice for my personal life and I want to pass that along to
you."

Helen came in with the coffee and macaroons, poured two cups of
the coffee and left the two women. They each sipped their coffee
and nibbled on a macaroon in silence.

"These are heavenly," Sarah exclaimed.

"Yes they are. The way Helen treats me is the result of one of
Harriet's professional tidbits - always treat the staff as equals
and believe it or they'll see it as an act." Garver took another
sip of coffee. "And I do. It took a while; we don't fraternize
outside the office, except for office functions and a picnic
every summer. But still every one who works for me is a
professional at their job and deserve that respect."

"My mother was a nurse. I understand. There were doctors she
would go through machine gun fire for and other she ..." Sarah
trailed off.

"Not piss on if the were on fire? That's what my father would
have said." Garver laughed at Sarah's shocked expression, "I'm
glad you understand that. But the one thing Harriett said that
was personal was centered on me. And it helped a lot. Of course,
Harriet could be crude, but I guess I can too. Anyway she looked
me straight in the eye and said ...

Sarah found herself leaning forward, as if she was to learn the
wisdom of the ages.

"Find yourself someone sporting some real lumber and get them to
put the wood to you. I mean fuck you cross-eyed." Garver laughed
at Sarah's expression of shock. Or what she thought was shock.

In reality, at her words Sarah had inadvertently squeezed the
balls buried in her and almost pop an orgasm on the spot. The
balls seem to have grown inside her and when she squeezed them
the vibrations started. And then her muscles involuntarily
squeezed again and she thought she would cry out in the Judge's
chambers. Her face flushed again. Garver noticed.

"Sarah dear, I don't mean to shock you or pry, but I do worry.
Not just you but all young women lawyers who manage to keep that
which makes us women. And you're one of those." Garver soften her
tone; she become quite forceful in her tone and pulled back a
little. "Maybe one night you and I could get together and have
dinner. Maybe I'll even bring Denis, my husband. He looks a
little rough around the edges, but he adores me and treats me
well. I want the same for you."

The intercom buzzed, "Yes?"

"Judge, you're scheduled on the bench in 15."

"Thank you Helen," Garver turned back from the intercom. "Sarah
we'll get together away from here. In the meantime, don't ignore
your personal life. It can be a great balance for your
professional life."

With that, both women rose. Garver grabbed her robe and a file,
while Sarah picked up her briefcase. Sarah stopped when she
reached the door, "Thank you Judith. I'm working on it." She felt
her muscles squeeze on the balls. "I'm really working on it."

Garver glanced over her shoulder as she went through her private
entrance, "Good. You keep at it. We'll talk." And she was gone,
the door softly closing behind her.

Sarah walked slowly through the courthouse and out to the bustle
of the downtown streets. She knew she had a long tortured walk
ahead of her. She walked tall and straight at a moderate pace and
felt the balls move up and down in her passage and the ribs in
the crotch of her panties flicking back and forth across her
clit. How would she ever make the office?

********

"Jesus Sarah, you look like you ran a marathon. Are you OK?"
Mona's concern was etched on her face.

"I think part of my brain never turned on this morning," Sarah
replied, leaning on the counter at Mona reception station. "I
decided to walk to lunch and the courthouse. I needed some
exercise." Sarah was shocked at how easily the lies flowed into
her mind. "I just didn't take into account the walk back."

"You should have taken a cab. We have an account with Jiffy and
those guys are always around the courthouse."

"I know," Sarah said as she grabbed her mail and messages. "I
guess my mind was elsewhere when I started; then I got stubborn.
'I can walk this little bit' I kept telling myself. Anyway it is
almost time to go for the night. I'll grab a hot soak when I get
home." She headed towards her office.

"Add a glass of wine to that idea," Mona's laughing voice trailed
Sarah down the hall.

When Sarah reached her office, she dropped her briefcase on a
chair and her messages and mail on her desk and settled slowly
into her chair. She unbuttoned her suit jacket and slowly and
carefully leaned back. She wanted to see if she could stop the
stimulation for just a few minutes - to give her poor body a
rest.

Part of her brain kept asking why she was allowing this to happen
- the logical lawyer part of her brain. The lizard core answered
because it feels good. And the internal argument went on, but
Sarah ignored it as she had finally gotten the panties and balls
still and wanted to enjoy the quite blissful peace. As she
relaxed a though popped into her mind. The two parts of her brain
had come to an understanding - she had been exhilarated all day
and now felt good.

********

The cell phone rang. She jumped out of the tub and, wrapping a
towel around her, answered it. "Yes?"

Rachael asked, "What are you doing right now?"

"Soaking in a very hot tub."

"You haven't masturbated and cum have you?"

"No," Sarah gave a little laugh, "I don't think I could handle
any more stimulation today. Not even for an orgasm."

"We'll see. Dry off - completely. Dry your hair. Put on your
highest black heels. Then go to the Pleasure Palace carton and
get out box #6. I'll call you in five minutes." Click - Rachael
was gone.

Sarah looked at herself in the bathroom mirror and said, "Oh
God."

********

Sarah was standing by her bed, completely dried off, when her
cell phone rang. She picked it up, "Yes?" And wasn't surprised
when she heard Rachael's voice.

"Have you opened box #6 yet?" Rachael's voice was quick and
sharp. She didn't wait for a reply, "Take it into the living room
and unlock your front door. Don't open the door, just unlock it.
Carry the phone with you."

Sarah obeyed, only slightly apprehensive. She lived a very secure
building; cameras, double locks, on a quiet street that was
blocked at one end so there was no through traffic. But still.
"I've unlocked the door," she said into the phone. "And I'm
holding the unopened box."

"Good." Rachael let the silence carry on for a few minutes. "Open
the box and look inside. What do you see?"

Peering in Sarah said, "Some kind of leather hood and a ball
gag."

"Good, so you recognise them. Take out the hood and look closely
at it. You'll see a hole in the top. If you bend over at the
waist, you can twist your hair and pull it through the hole. Get
that started and then pick up the phone for the rest of your
instructions."

Sarah laid her cell down and picked up the hood. She saw the hole
in the top, but also saw that there were no eyeholes, but there
were holes for her nostrils and mouth. Bending over, she twisted
her hair and threaded it through the hole as Rachael had
directed. She picked up the cell and said, "Rachael I've done
what you asked."

"Don't make that mistake - I didn't ask you, I told you. Now
listen carefully and do exact as I say. Pick up the gag and then
pull the hood down over your face. You've seen the buckles in the
back, use them and buckle the hood in place. Then put the ball
gag in your mouth and cinch it in place. I want you facing the
front door, in the middle of the living room, and lace your
fingers with your hands behind your head. You have no questions
and have been told what to do. Hang up the phone and get in
place." And she was gone.

Sarah stood for a moment not sure what to do. Her logic told her
to lock her front door and push the sofa in front of it. Instead
she turned off her cell, picked up the ball gag by the buckle and
walked to the middle of the living room. Facing the front door,
she worked the hood over her face, making sure her hair was
pulled out through the hole in the top, and buckled it in place.
She brought the ball gag to her mouth, slowly opened her lips,
and slipped the ball in. She buckled the strap behind her head
and, lacing her fingers together, stood with her hands behind her
head. She realized she was helpless and part of her didn't care.

Sarah had always had a good internal clock. She had been
standing, posed she guessed, for about twenty minutes when she
thought she felt a slight breeze - the tiniest movement of air -
across her skin. She strained to hear anything but the hood
really blocked any sound. She didn't move or turn. Maybe she had
imagined it. The she felt the hand glide up her stomach and over
her right breast.

"Your skin is even nicer than I thought it would be." A muffled
voice said. Was it Rachael?

The hand was gone after sliding across her nipple, sending a
current through her whole body. Her body swayed as she reacted to
the touch. But she said nothing - she was afraid to and with the
gag she couldn't have anyway. She heard a soft rustling sound,
like the whisper of silk on silk. Then, even fainter, she heard
the voice again.

"Too many demerits to ignore. You must understand the price you
pay for breaking such simple and few rules." Not Rachael. Is
Rachael even here? Then a smack and her bottom exploded with
fire.

Sarah tried to cry out, but the gag in her mouth only allowed
garbled sounds. But, she realized, she hadn't moved at all. Her
hands were still interlaced behind her head and she was still
standing in the same spot. At least she thought so. But her right
butt cheek was still on fire and now that feather-like touch
again. And the voice.

"That was very well done for a beginner. This time try not to
make a sound."

Sarah flinched just a little, and then tried to hold her body
rigid. Nothing happened. Nothing continued to happen and soon
Sarah found her whole body was trembling from the anticipation.
She slowly took in a deep breath and her body relaxed as she
exhaled.

SMACK.

The lightning strike on her left cheek made her suck air in
through her noise, but she made no other sound. Now both her
cheeks were on fire and the feather light hand stroked both
cheeks.

"You have such a lovely ass, especially now that it has a rosy
glow." The hand continued gently rubbing her ass. "A strap or
cane would mar your ass; the paddle seems to be the best for you.
You've done so well, I think I will forgive the other demerits,
unless they start building up again. Just so you know, punishment
is 5 paddle strokes per demerits." Sarah felt something hard a
flat press against her breast and nipple. "And you should
understand, your lovely ass might not be the only target for the
paddle."

Before her brain processed the words, she received a much softer
smack on her breast. Not enough to cause physical pain, but
enough for her to promise herself, there would never be a time
when she be punished again.

"Have you cum today?" The voice whispered.

'He's going to fuck me,' Sarah though with both dread and
excitement. She shook her head no.

"A pity." A hand slowly moved down her back to her ass. As he
massaged her ass, and for no reason she could explain she though
of the quiet person as he, a fire shot through her. It was a
mixture of dread, excitement, and pain. "Everyone should cum on a
regular basis, don't you think?"

Another hand caressed her belly, working its way down to her
mound. She nodded in agreement as her head slowly lolled back.
'Oh God YES!' The hand cupped her mound and she was sandwiched
between the hands. A finger slowly traced her swollen lips and
slid between them, gathering moisture as it slid toward her
clitoris. 'Oh Please, Oh Please, Oh Please.' The mantra played
over and over in her mind.

"Oh yes, and you want to cum - I can feel the heat," the voice
seemed inside her very being as the fingertip glided over her
clit. Then flicked it back and forth. Her legs were going to give
out - her whole body was quivering. 'Please God Please God Please
God.'
"But not yet. Not now." She heard the soft chuckle as the hands
left her body.

Sarah felt the air move around her as she inwardly groaned in
frustration. 'God, so close, so close.' The hood had heightened
her other senses and through her frustration she felt the air
still moving around her. Then she heard Rachael's voice close to
her.

"You've done well today and you got off very lightly. Very
lightly considering all the demerits. Stay as you are until you
hear your apartment phone ring; I've turned the ringer all the
way up. It will ring twice, stop, and then twice again. At that
time you can take your hands down and take off the hood and gag.
Go to your bedroom and await further instructions. DO NOT TOUCH
YOURSELF. We will know. I will call your cell."

Again Sarah felt the air move around her and then settle. She
knew she was alone. Her body was quivering - she wanted to finish
herself off. She wanted to cum more than she ever had. It was
right there, she was right there. Right on the edge. But she
didn't move. The gentle smack on her breast was still vivid in
her mind. Even more than the smacks on her ass, which still
burned with a warmth that added to her frustration, she feared
the smack on her breast.

********

After what seemed hours the phone rang. Once. Twice. Then
nothing. Finally it rang twice more and stopped. She let out a
breath she didn't realize she'd been holding. Without lowering
her arms, though they ached from being held in that position for
so long, she removed the ball gag. She gulped in air, over and
over. She dropped her arms and shook them, trying to get the
circulation moving again. But she hadn't moved. Slowly she
unbuckled the mask and removed it. Blinking, she looked around
the room. It was exactly as it had been when she put the mask on
- as if no one had ever been there.

And she suddenly became aware that she was wearing the heels.
Immediately her legs and feet ached. They were the highest heels
she owned, an impulse buy, and were totally impractical. Betty
had said they were perfect, if you wanted every dick in the room
to become erect as soon as you walked in. She had only worn them
once before to a dinner and her date's dick had certainly jumped
up and stayed that way all night. Still she didn't slip out of
them until she'd walked to the bedroom and sat on the edge of her
bed.

She sat, trying to calm the quivering in her body. Deep breaths.
It seemed to calm her heart, which was hammering, but not the
fire she felt in her loins. Her nerves were tight as a bowstring
after the constant stimulation all day. She rolled over and
around so she could lie back and rest before Rachael's call.
That's when she saw the new computer on the table by her closet.
A monitor, a keyboard, and a camera.

"Oh shit. What now?" Sarah muttered under her breath. But she was
shouting the question in her head. Before she could do anything
else, her cell rang.

"Yes?"

"Are you comfy lying back there? Have you stroked yourself or cum
yet?"

"Not really, no, and no. You told me not to."

"Good girl. I see you've noticed the webcam we have set up. What
do you think?" Rachael sounded as though she were talking about a
new book or TV program. She was just having a conversation with a
friend. "Tell me the truth."

"I find it unsettling. And wonder how and when it was set up. I
would ask, but I'm not allowed to ask questions and don't want to
earn any demerits." Sarah continued to stare at the camera.

"You sound like a lawyer - asking a question without asking one,
strictly speaking. There that was a nice smile. And since you
were so adroit at asking, I'll answer your question and put your
fears to rest. This feed is not going out over the Internet.
Technically, I don't know how it works, but we are the only ones
who can see you. Better?"

'We again,' she thought, but said, "Thank you."

"Go to the box and get out package #4. Bring it back to the bed
and open it."

Sarah rose and followed the instructions. She found herself
looking at a dildo or vibrator. Very realistic looking. And
remembering some of the ones on display at the Pleasure Palace,
not overly large.

"Is that surprise or disappointment on your face? Do you feel it
is too small or too large? How about just right?" Rachael's voice
had a mocking tone to it; Sarah decided not to answer. "Doesn't
matter," Rachael continued, "You do know how it works, don't
you?"

"Yes."

"You have some gel in you nightstand, get it out and lube your
new toy. And I'll give you your instructions." Rachael waited
while Sarah got out the lube and work it over the toy. "Good, now
lie back on your pillows and touch yourself. But don't get
yourself off, just good and wet."

'I'm so wet now for Christ's sake. Someone could drown in me.'
Sarah slowly brought her left hand to her mound and slid a finger
up and down her slit. Her outer lips were puffy and swollen -
engorged. She could even feel her inner lips, also swollen and
inviting. She often touched herself, bringing herself to climax,
and she enjoyed the sensations she was giving herself now. She
had reached the point she would normally plunge her fingers in,
but instead brought her middle finger up to her clit and rubbed
it in circles while continued to stoke her lips.

Unbidden, her hip began to rise - she wanted, needed, something
in her. But Rachael hadn't told her to do that. So she continued
the slow self torture. She forgot the camera, that anyone was
watching her and floated on the sensations in self-absorption.

"Now Sarah! Use your new toy and cum for us."

Sarah didn't even register the "us," she just grabbed the toy and
slowly - oh so slowly - slid it into herself. It felt so good, so
firm, inside her. She slowly pulled it back out and back in. She
gripped the base and moved it in a circle. Inside her the toy
circled as well. The middle finger of her other hand continued to
work her clit. She could feel her orgasm building. It was right
there just now ...

"Sarah STOP!" She froze at Rachael's command. "Use both hands on
the dildo, roll your hips up a bit and fuck yourself hard. Really
pound you pussy with it."

She brought her knees up, raising her hips, and covering one hand
with the other proceeded to just that. She pounded the fake cock
into her pussy - hard, fast, long strokes. Her orgasm rocked her
whole body. She slammed her feet flat on the bed, pushing her
hips high, plunging the cock in and out. She wailed a guttural
moan. Her body tensed and shuttered. She collapsed in a wet heap
and blackness overtook her. She didn't hear the vocal exchange.

"Jesus."

"Very nicely done." A voice whispered in return. "Shut everything
down."

"Yes sir."

********

Sarah woke slowly. Her body was tired and a little sore. As she
surfaced she realized that the toy was still buried in her. She
sat up quickly and saw that the computer was off. Should she
close the computer and use the dildo on herself again. No, she
felt thoroughly and truly well fucked. She eased it out and
headed for the bathroom and a hot shower.

Twenty minutes later, she padded into the bedroom and realized
she had no idea if she was supposed to wear anything special
today. She hadn't heard from Rachael. She checked her cell phone
for missed calls. None. Logged on to her computer and the sdreams
account. One email, she opened it and read, "That was lovely."
She checked her inbox again - nothing. 'Well, fuck it.'

She dressed for work as usual, in her own clothes. Her nipples
were a little tender, but that would be OK. Silk panties,
thigh-hi stockings, silk blouse and a navy suit. She drove to
work and took the elevator to the office. Just normal.

"Hey Sarah," Mona greeted her as she walked in.

"Hey right back."

"Here are you messages and the early mail." Mona passed her a
stack of paper. "Mmmm, did you have a date last night?"

"No, why?"

"Well you've got a bit of a glow," Mona said lowing her voice and
looking around. "It's the glow of a woman who got lucky and lucky
- you know what I mean?"

Sarah blushed a bit. "No I wish. Just a good night's sleep."

In her office she sat and sorted her messages into piles of
"urgent returns" and "can waits." Mona brought her some coffee
and she went through her mail. Her day settled into the usual
routine of phone calls, research and dictation. She had just sent
Mona out with documents she had been signing when her computer
binged. She looked at the clock - 4:30.

She opened sdreams and found one email and opened it.

"In detail, what are you wearing today?"

She started typing, a little fear in her chest. "Pale blue
silk/lace bra and matching bikini panties and half-slip,
off-black thigh-hi stockings, off-white crepe blouse and a navy
blue suit. Navy shoes with 3' heels." She hit send. The reply
came back quickly.

"Very businesslike and respectable. Go straight home, leave the
door unlocked. Put on the hood and gag and stand, facing the door
just as you did last night. Remain dressed."

"Yes."

There was no reply.

********

As she drove home, Sarah worried. Had she earned demerits? What
had she done wrong? As she approached her apartment building, she
realized her nipples were tingling. Hell, she was tingling all
over. A small voice in the back of her mind asked, 'Are you
crazy? Why are you doing this?' Yesterday was crazy, but good she
felt good. But tonight ...

She parked and made her way up to her apartment, put her key in
the lock and opened the door. She caught herself as she reached
to relock the door. Mail went on the hall table and her briefcase
at the little desk in the living room. She walked back to her
bedroom and picked up the hood and ball gag. Walking back to the
living room the small voice piped up again, 'Do you really want
to do this?' Sarah ignored the voice, stood in the same spot as
last night and pulled her hair into a ponytail. She treaded it
through the hole in the hood and pulled the hood in place.

She fumbled getting the hood closed. Her hands were shaking. But
once it was secure, she put the gag in her mouth and tightened
the buckle. She could see the email in her mind "... just as you
did last night ..." Slowly she raised her hands and interlaced
her fingers behind her head. And waited.

After what seemed hours, Sarah thought she felt air movement and
vibrations of someone in the apartment. Her arms were getting
tired, but she stood very still. Maybe it was her mind playing
tricks. She wanted to scream. And would have, had it not been for
the gag, when a voice very near her ear whispered, "You look very
sexy in your business attire."

She shivered, but stayed in place. A finger trailed down her
cheek and on down her throat. The whisper again. "I told Rachael
you would have your hands up, but she wasn't sure." A chuckle.
"No demerit and your nipples won't feel the paddle."

Sarah slowly let out the breath that again she didn't know she'd
been holding.

"You did very well yesterday and your show last night was
amazing. You should be proud. Perhaps your reward will come more
quickly tonight. Lower your arms; they must be tired and it will
make disrobing you so much easier."

Sarah lowered her arms and felt her suit coat being lowered and
taken from her. Hands massaged her arms then slid over her body
to cup her breasts. Thumbs traveled back and forth across her
extended nipples. 'God, why did I wear a lace bra? It scratches.
OH God!' The hands continued to massage her breasts and then
moved down her ribs to her waist.

"We'll take off your skirt now." The whisper came as fingers work
the clasp and zipper on the side of her skirt. "When I get your
skirt to the floor, just lift your legs. I'll do the rest." The
hands slowly, oh so slowly, lowered her skirt. When she felt the
skirt stop, Sarah lifted one foot and then the other. Her blouse
and slip followed, each slowly and with much fondling and
stroking. Soon she was standing in bra and panties and hose and
high heels. Nothing.

Sarah knew no one had left the apartment, yet the hands and the
whispering voice were gone. What should she do? Then without
thinking she raised her hands again, interlacing her fingers
behind her head. She realized she was on display again.

"Very good, again. And it is good that your bra is strapless. You
didn't tell us earlier and we would have had to cut the straps."
A quick flick and her bra hung on her nipples for just a second
and then dropped to her feet. Palms gently rubbed her nipples.
"You have very nice long nipples. I understand they react well to
oral stimulation as well."

Hands lowered her panties. When they reached her ankles she
stepped out of them. A hand trailed up the inside of her leg to
her mound and cupped her. 'Oh God!' "You are so wet already.
Tonight will be fun. And tonight you won't have to wait to cum;
you will cum right where you stand."

Sarah thought she'd heard other noises behind the whisper, but
with the mask she couldn't be sure. 'How many people are here?
Who are they?' Her body was starting to vibrate even though the
hand had left her body.

"We'll start with your lovely breasts. They look so delicious."
Two hands cupped her breasts and lifted them; then a tongue
flicked her nipples - one and then the other. Lips closed around
a nipple and she felt teeth nipping, while her nipple was sucked
into the warmth of a mouth. Two more hands began sliding up and
down and around her upper body, while the mouth went from one
nipple to another. Teeth, lips, tongue. Sarah thought her nipples
would burst. "Nipple play can be so much fun. But we're going to
up the play a bit and you need to remain absolutely still."

Sarah tried to nod, but her whole body felt like it was shaking.
Her brain immediately screamed in pain as she was sure she had
been burned. They had burned her nipples. 'GOD NO - GOD NO - GOD
NO!' she said over and over in her mind. Then just as suddenly
she realized she hadn't been burned - they had rubbed ice cubes
over her nipples. Her nipples were going to explode; they were so
firm and jutting and ... There were fingers on them and ...

"G-G-G-A-A-A-A-C-C-C-C ..." The choking scream from Sarah didn't
sound human. A soft hand was on her cheek stoking her face.

"It's alright, it's alright. We just put nipple clamps on you.
They won't do any damage. Tingle a little when we take them off
..." It was Rachael's voice. Her brain tried to be reassured, but
her body was reaching sensory overload.

The soft hands brushed the side of her breasts; nails tickled the
undersides. Almost any movement seemed to send a shot of pain
through her nipples. Then the hands moved tantalizingly down her
stomach. The other hands, slightly rougher, calloused maybe, were
on her shoulders working their way down her back. As they started
stroking and squeezing her buttocks, the whispery voice said,
"Are you ready to cum? We want to make you cum as a team. You've
been so good today, except for that little outburst a few moments
ago; we think you deserve it."

Sarah's head lolled back; the soft hands reached her slit and
parted her lips; the rougher hands squeezed her ass again and
started up her back again. A finger entered her and curled upward
applying pressure. A finger on the other hand found her clit and
rolled it in her own wetness. She felt like electricity was
flowing through her from fingertip to fingertip. Her loins were
on fire. A second finger entered her. The fingers saw back and
forth into her, twisting and curling. Her insides were churning,
muscles clamping on the intruders. The other hand continued to
assault her clit. The rough hands slid around her body and cupped
her breasts. A finger brushed the nipple clamp on her left breast
sending a shower of fire throughout her body.� Every muscle in
her body vibrated. She could feel the orgasm about to steamroll
over her.

"Are you ready to cum? Do you want to cum right now? RIGHT NOW?
Wait - wait - wait - hold on ..." Fingers and hands worked her
body to a fever pitch. "NOW!" And the orgasm rolled over her,
just as the hands removed the nipple clips and blood rushed back
into her nipples. The pain and pleasure mixed, fought and merged.

********

Sarah was first aware to the humming of her body. Her eyes
suddenly flew open, she was being cradled by someone. She tried
to sit. "That's alright baby. Let me hold you, no need to panic."

She looked up into Rachael's eyes and realized her head was
resting on Rachael's breast. They were both naked. And she was
still sweaty and a little stinky.

"I want to take a shower. I kinda need one."

Rachael chuckled, "You did thrash about quite a bit. I'll help
you. Plus I'd really like to soap your body. I didn't really
realize how amazing your body is until we worked you over. By the
way, did you enjoy it?"

Sarah laughed a little, "Up until I passed out - it was amazing."

"Well, after you passed out you squeezed so hard I thought you'd
break my fingers."

"Sorry. The shower?" She grimaced, "Oh damn a demerit."

"Don't worry, no rules apply until tomorrow morning. Let's go,"
Rachael sat them both up and slid off the bed. "We can both
probably use a shower. I got off just watching you." Rachael
slipped her arm around Sarah's waist and they walked together
into the bathroom.

Sarah stood back as Rachael adjusted the water temperature. "Um,
you know I'm not really into a girl-girl thing." Rachael looked
back at her over her shoulder.

"Never."

"Well, my roommate in college ... we kinda played around but ...
we never really got into it. Just tried to see how it felt."

"You almost broke my fingers in the living room and sure seemed
okay with it then," Rachael stepped into the spray and held out
her hand. "Let's get clean."

Sarah took her hand and joined her in the shower. The water was a
little hotter than she usually had it, but after tonight's
events, it felt wonderful. She realized the shower was perfect
for two people. Turning to the side a little, both women were in
the spray. As their breasts touched, Rachael reached out to her.

"Turn around, let me wash your hair." She grabbed the shampoo and
began lathering Sarah hair. Sarah found she was humming with
pleasure. "I think having your hair washed in the shower by
someone else is one of life's little pleasures." Rachael said as
she massaged Sarah's scalp. "Let's rinse it off."

Sarah returned the favor and found giving was as much fun as
receiving. Then she reached for the soap, squirted some in her
hand and began rubbing Rachael's back and shoulders; her hands
trailed down to Rachael's ass. Rachael leaned back into her as
the hands came around her body and worked from her groin up to
her breasts.

Sarah continued soaping Rachael. She cupped the breasts, sliding
around them and squeezed them together. Rachael leaded back more,
flattening Sarah's breasts and pushing her ass back into Sarah.
Sarah's fingers slowly twisted the nipples, pulling them out,
then pinching them harder. Rachael moaned. As the shower spray
rinsed the soap from her body Sarah's hands move down her belly
again. They found Rachael's slit and Sarah began rubbing her
clit.

"Oh God! I though you said you weren't into girls. Oh Jesus!"

Sarah purred in her ear, "Just thought I should return the ..."
But she was cut off when Rachael spun and kissed her - hard.
Sarah's lips parted and their tongues began a slow dance of
passion. Breasts were mashed against each other, loins grinding.
Sarah's hand slipped between their bodies and attached Rachael
again - two fingers, the three, entering the woman as a thumb
found and worked her clit. Sarah broke the kiss and her lip moved
over the other woman's neck settling at a spot just under her
ear. They moaned - a two part harmony of passion.

Sarah's mouth continued down Rachael's body while her fingers
continued their frantic assault. First one nipple, then the other
- sucking, biting licking. Then, as she lowered herself to the
tiles, Sarah trailed down Rachael's belly until her mouth
replaced her thumb. She sucked the clit into her mouth as if it
were a penis. Gripping it with her teeth, Sarah's tongue whipped
the clit back and forth. She felt Rachael tremble inside and out.
Her other hand found a wonderful ass and steadied the other women
while pulling her forward, pressing her loins into her mouth.

Rachael stood on trembling legs, her head thrown back, her mouth
an 'O.' She would of though she might fall, but thought was
beyond her. Her brain blanked as an orgasm raced through her
body. "Oh God," was all she said. Over and over again. Finally
her legs started to give way and Sarah lowered her to the shower
floor. She leaned against the shower wall, panting.

"I think we're gonna drown," she finally said when she had caught
her breath. "If you're not into girls, where did you learn that?"

"I just did what I thought would feel good. Was it alright?"
Sarah actually sounded worried.

"Oh yeah, that was just fine." Rachael started giggling. "Oh
yeah. Help me up, we need to get you to bed; you have a long day
tomorrow."

********

Sarah awoke slowing. Her body felt sated. She became aware of
breasts pressed into her back and an arm around her. And fingers
gently twisting a nipple. She closed her eyes again and purred.
She felt breath on her neck.

"We need to get up now. And remember, rules apply now." Rachael
untangled and left the bed. "And I must say, you are really
coming along nicely. We may actually kick you out of the nest
sooner than planned, so to speak. But that is not my choice."

Sarah sat bolt upright. "What do you mean?"

"Demerit."

"Damn," Sarah muttered as she looked at Rachael. "And you just
said 'Rules Apply.' Guess my brain is still a little fuzzy."

Rachael was now rummaging through the Pleasure Palace box,
pulling out packages. "Go shower and put on your makeup, I'll
have your outfit ready when you get back." Sarah grabbed her
makeup bag on the way to the bathroom. "Oh, and you need to
shave. I'll be there in a second to help."

Sarah's step faltered. 'Shave?' She straightened without a word
and went to start the shower. 'I have a bikini wax, what more is
there to shave? Huh, what a stupid question.' But she kept that
though, and question, to herself. Just before she stepped into
the shower Rachael stepped in.

"Nice wax job,' Rachael said as she knelt and turned on the
clippers. "Really nice job ... your skin is so smooth ... wish we
could do a wax job on the rest ... maybe later ..." Rachael
chattered on as she clipped the strip of hair above Sarah's
loins. "Okay, get in the shower and soak that in hot water, I'll
be back in a second."

Sarah stepped into the steaming shower and started washing her
hair. She rinsed and grabbed her scrubber, soaped it and went to
work on her face and body. Normally a shower relaxed her, but she
could feel the tension of anticipation. 'What is going to happen
today?' As she rinsed she heard Rachael come back into the room.
She joined Sarah in the shower with a can of shaving cream and a
razor.

"Let's finish making your pussy pretty," she said as she knelt
before Sarah again. Sarah stood spray hitting her back as Rachael
applied the shaving cream. "We'll let this work it's magic for a
couple of minutes, then you'll be baby smooth." Looking up into
Sarah's jade green eyes, she continued, "I'd love to ravish you
right this minute ... but that's not part of the program. Now,
we'll finish up here."

Rachael slowly and carefully shaved all the hair from around
Sarah's slit. "Turn around and rinse. Now turn back around." She
softly stroked her handiwork. "So smooth." She leaned forward and
kissed the top of the slit and let her tongue slip in and flick
Sarah's clit. There was a quick shutter in response. "There all
done in here ... let's get out and dry off."

Rachael grabbed a bath sheet and went to work drying Sarah, then
herself. "Now for the cream ..." She opened a jar, dipped in her
fingertips and started rubbing the freshly shaved skin. "Lots of
aloe and Vitamin E ... we wouldn't want razor burn in such a
tender area. You might want a complete waxing next time. Okay,
you do makeup and come in. I've almost got every thing ready."

Sarah waited for the rest of the steam to clear and went to work
on her hair and face. She looked at the finished product in the
mirror. "Not bad,' she said aloud. She then looked down. Her
nipples were at attention, and further down she looked like a
little girl. Completely hairless. It was kind of hot, in a
sickish sort of way.

"Hurry, you don't want to be late."

Sarah walked into the bedroom and stopped short, staring at the
array of things spread out on her bed. She immediately recognized
her pink cashmere knit dress. She'd bought it as a present to
herself when she made partner. It was the most expensive dress
she's ever bought and she knew she looked hot in it. And of
course the red heels - again. 'My poor legs.' And stockings. But
the rest mystified her.

"Step over here and we'll get you dressed for your big day."
Rachael reached down. "Remember how wonderful the nipple clamps
were last night, and your nipples look so wonderful pointing out
like that. Well we sure wouldn't want them to go down so here
..." she leaned over and sucked Sarah's right nipple, "... we
have something to help." She stretched and slipped a small band
over the nipple and let it snap into place against the aureole.
Sarah jumped at the shock. Rachel repeated the process on her
left nipple, "These are bands normally used on braces, but I
think this is a much better use." She slid her hands over Sarah's
nipples.

"Oh God that hurts," Sarah moaned.

"Not for long, don't worry. Now for some very special panties,"
she went on reaching for a strange looking pair of 'granny
panties.' "I seem to remember you telling me that you had never
done any anal play." She turned around showing the panties to
Sarah. "That is about to change."

Sarah stared in disbelief. Rachael was holding out rubber panties
with two dildos in the crotch and there was some kind of clamp in
front of those. Disbelief turned to horror, "You can't be
serious? I have to go to court today."

"As a heart attack. And that makes two demerits." She reached
back for a tube of lubricant, ""Spread your legs."

Sarah just stared at her for a minute and the stepped toward the
other woman and spread her legs. Rachael squeezed some of the gel
on her finger and reach between Sarah's thighs. She pushed her
finger slowly into Sarah's ass, the muscles protesting and
tightening. "Relax and this will go easier. That's three
demerits, by the way. You're really making up for yesterday
aren't you?" Rachael pulled her finger out and applied more gel.

"That's better," she said as she slid her finger in again.
"You're going to want enough lube in here."

Sarah, still horrified, felt her body react. She was tingling.
She pushed her cheeks down on Rachael's hand. More lubricant was
applied. A soft moan accompanied this last.

"That should do it,' Rachael mused as she brought her hand
forward. "I see you won't need any in front, you're already very
wet." She reached for the panties after wiping her finger on a
towel. "Now a little lube on the two plugs, and ..." she held the
panties out, "Just step in. I'll help with the rest."

Sarah stepped into the panties and Rachael raised them into
place. She positioned the two plugs and slid them in. "Now let's
just get these nice and snug.' She pulled the panties up, pushing
the plugs in all the way. "At least they're not huge. I've seen
some panties like this you wouldn't wish on an enemy. There that
looks perfect."

Rachael stepped back to admire her work. "Oops, almost forgot."
She stepped forward and reached inside to the clip. "We need to
clip this on." And put the clip on Sarah's clit.

"Oh Jesus."

"Now your bra." She lifted an ordinary looking bra. "Hold out
your arms. That's good. At least this bra doesn't have holes."

Sarah didn't respond. The bra almost felt normal, but chafed at
her nipples a little. Rachael was right; at least her nipples
weren't poking through.

The rest was conventional clothes. Stockings, heels and the
cashmere dress. It slid over Sarah's body and fit like a glove.
It clung to her body and felt so soft. She'd planned to wear it
after this whole thing was over, on a hunting trip of sorts. Bag
a man and drag him home. She'd never intended to wear it to work.

Rachael turned to the full-length mirror. "Take a look. You look
fabulous."

She was right, Sarah thought. 'But in court?'

"Now walk for me."

Sarah stepped forward and the two plug moved inside her. "Oh
shit!"

"Keep going, out to the living room and back. Then I'll share a
surprise with you."

Sarah did as instructed. The two plugs scissored back and forth
inside her and the clamp squeezed very slightly at her clit.
"This is worse than those balls." A sheen of perspiration broke
out on her forehead. She reentered the bedroom and looked at
Rachael's hand. In it was what looked like a car remote, only a
little larger.

"No, this will be even better. Those are wireless panties. And,"
she held up the object, "this is the remote for them." She pushed
a button. The clip on her clit started a gentle vibration.
Sarah's knees almost buckled. She pushed another button and the
plug in her ass started vibrating. Sarah grabbed the closet door.

"God, no please!" The plug in her vagina started vibrating. The
only sound in the room was Sarah's panting. "Oh please stop!"

"Just one more feature," Rachel replied as she slid her thumb
along the side of the remote. The vibrations increased. "Well,
two more actually." She pushed another button and the vibrating
stopped in the two plugs. Then the clamp stopped, but the anal
plug started; then the plug in her vagina started and the anal
plug stopped. One more button and everything stopped. Sarah
continued to lean heavily on the door.

"Fun?" Rachael looked inquiringly at Sarah. "This has a range of
twenty five yards, variable speeds and random ... what should we
call it ... random targeting. That sound about right. In random
mode you can't brace for the next vibration because you don't
know which devise will be next or when it will start up. And the
random feature also is for duration as well. This thing should
have won a design award of some kind."

Sarah finally stepped away from the door. Rachael smiled, "You
might want to touch up your makeup before you go into the
office." Sarah just nodded. "Well, I'm off," Rachael walked
toward the front door, "we'll do lunch and see how things are
going. Court's at two, so we might want an early lunch."

********

Sarah cursed the whole way to work. Cursed Betty for knowing
these people and, even more, cursed herself for getting into this
fix. She cursed her car and cursed the traffic. Once in the
parking garage, she got out of her car a little too fast. Both
intruders moved in her - rotating, rubbing and pushing. She put
one hand on the car to steady herself while her heart rate came
back close to normal.� Then she slowly leaned over and picked up
her brief case and walked to the elevator.

Mona greeted her with mail and messages when she walked through
reception. "Another day in the trenches? Umm ..." Mona lowered
her voice, "I'll bring you some coffee in a sec. I'd like to ask
something."

'Hmmm, conspiracy,' thought Sarah, 'just what I need right now.'
But she smiled and nodded at Mona and walked down the hall. Like
any normal day she sat and started through the stack of paper in
her hand. To anyone passing by her open door, she was a hard
working career woman. But below her desk, her muscles were
squeezing and releasing the two plugs. She looked up as Mona
walked in with two cups of coffee and closed the door.

"Hope you don't mind me joining you and closing the door, but
..." she hesitated as they both took sips of coffee and eyed each
other over the rims of their cups, "... But I, as your friend -
not just your admin - want to know what the hell is going on. You
got royally laid last night. Who was it? And don't give me that
shit about sleeping well."

"Mona, you can't breath a word of this,' Sarah said with tension
in her voice. "I mean it; it could ruin me."

"Oh Sarah what is it; can I help?"

The image of she and Mona - naked in her bed and devouring each
other - almost made Sarah smile. "No." She paused, and then
plunged into the lie she was going to tell her friend. "You know
I've been in kind of a drought - since I was focused on the job.
I've been hit on, but there was no one who made my chime tinkle,
much less ring. I just needed something a little wild, just to
get off." She paused again and looked down into her coffee. "So I
went out and got a ..."

"Oh Sarah," Mona got up to hug her friend.

"... toy. A dildo."

Mona stared at her boss and friend with her mouth open. "For
Christ's sake, is that all? You bought a dildo. I've been worried
about a dildo?"

Now it was Sarah's turn to be astounded, "But I had to go into
one of those stores and was ..."

"If you were worried about being seen, you could have borrowed
one of mine. Besides how could you get along all this time
without a woman's best friend?"

"But ..." Sarah sputtered.

"Let me get this straight - you went in a porn store, bought a
dildo and have started enjoying the pleasures of the self. It's
put a glow in your cheeks, girl. You were afraid someone would
see you going in or coming out of the store." Mona stared right
into Sarah's eyes. "I'm telling this next thing as a friend, and
I hope it doesn't get me fired. Girl, you need to find someone to
put the wood to you. I can set you up with some guys, nice guys,
who will fuck you walleyed, if you want them to."

Sarah rose from her chair and hurried around her desk. She
grabbed Mona in a hug and realized she was almost crying. "I'm
really that pathetic?"

"Nah," Mona held her out at arms length. "My guess, you've been
focused on this office; getting here and showing the suits you
deserved it. And you did. But you need more. You're beautiful,
smart - you're a dream. But hon, you need someone in your life.
You're lonely. Hell, if I was into girls I'd scoop you up
myself." Pause. "You're not into girls are you, 'cos the wood
idea wouldn't really work then, you know?"

Now Sarah was laughing, with still a hint of tears in her eyes.
"No I'm not into girls. And it's funny but you are the second
person who said I needed to 'get the wood put to me' this week.
So maybe I do. And thanks for the offer, but I'll muddle through
..."

"Right. Well, I should get back to the phones - let me know if
you need ANYthing."

And Sarah was alone again in her office. She sat gingerly.
Jumping up and hugging Mona - who felt very nice - had caused the
plugs to move around quite a bit. And moving quickly like that
had caused a bit of a yank on the clip attached to her clit. The
whole thing was just strange - not unpleasant - but weird. She
looked up when a ping sounded on her computer.

She logged on to her sdreams account and read the email there.

"Look in your briefcase, in the little pocket you keep your jump
drive in. You will find a "jump" drive with a red stripe around
it. Plug it into a USB port on your computer. Reply when you
have."

The object she found was more like a disk with the computer
connection on it. But she followed her instructions, plugged it
in and typed, "Done."

There was no reply. She waited and then logged off. As she
reached across for her coffee cup, the clip on her clit started
to vibrate. Hard. Her body flew back into her chair and her eyes,
she was sure later, crossed. Her computer pinged and the
vibrating stopped.

She logged on to sdreams.

"You were not told to log off. Did you enjoy the surprise?"

"As surprises go, it was very effective. Thank God, I was alone."

"It could have been another demerit, but I think a lesson learned
is satisfactory."

There was nothing else, but Sarah stayed logged on. And her
morning dragged on. Routine paper work, returned phone calls,
briefs sent to be filed - the usual day in day out routine of a
successful law office. Occasionally she was "interrupted" by
vibration from the plugs or the clip, but they were low in
intensity and duration.

********

Late in the morning Mona buzzed her, "Sarah, a Rachael for you on
line 3."

"Thanks Mona." She punched up line 3 and the plug in her vagina
started up. "Oh ..."

"And hello to you too. Is that any way to answer the phone? I
might have been a client."

"I do apologize Rachael; I was just startled a little." The
vibrations increased and Sarah grabbed the arm of her chair with
her free hand. "Oh Jesus. How can I help you Rachael?"

"Lunch at Dominico's at 12:30. We have booth 28 reserved. It is
in the corner and the two adjoining booths will remain vacant. We
should have a wonderful luncheon."

Sarah closed her eyes as the vibrating of the plug increased
again and was joined by the clip. She knew Dominico's well. The
booths were like small rooms - no windows and a door. They were
completely private. No conversation could be overheard and no act
witnessed. "Oh, oh. Dominico's at 12:30, I look forward to it."
The plug in her ass started vibrating. "Oh, GOD!"

"That's the attitude we would like. Enthusiasm. And it is way too
far to walk, so be sure to drive and use the valet parking. See
you then." A click and Rachael was gone. And so was the
vibrating. Sarah was so glad for the rubber like pants, otherwise
she was sure she'd be leaking.

********

'I'll work on the case for this afternoon." Sarah told herself
and was soon buried in paperwork and preparations. She had almost
forgotten the toys buried in her when the anal probe started a
very low vibration. If the vibrations had been a sound, it would
have been so soft and faint she could have ignored it. But it
wasn't a sound and she couldn't ignore it.

"Christ Rachael, give me a break," she muttered and tried to
focus on her motion for court this afternoon. And as if in answer
the vibrations stopped. Sarah rolled her eyes and said aloud,
"Thank you." She smiled to herself and got back to work.

She had just finished her motion and sent it to Mona to type up -
Mona was much better at turning out a "professional" looking
legal document than Sarah - when the clamp on her clit started
the same low vibration the anal probe had provided. And no matter
how softly it vibrated, she couldn't ignore this. She leaned back
in her chair and allowed the sensations to wash over her. She
could feel the heat in her loins slowly building. Too damn slowly
- she wanted to get off. Now, damn it.

She was lost in the buildup, her eyes closed and a smile on her
face when the vibrations stopped. "DAMN!"

"Sorry, I'll try to be quieter next time so I won't wake you up."
Mona stood in the doorway with her motion in hand. Sarah bolted
upright in the chair. The probes let her know such sudden moves
weren't advisable as they churned up her insides.

Wincing she smiled at Mona, "No I'm just second guessing myself
on the motion. I'm not sure it's everything it should be."

"Sarah, lighten up. You've got facts, figures, reason, rational
and cases to back it up. It might be the best motion you've
written. Just relax; you're really wound up today. Here are four
copies. Sign them and I'll file one in the case file here and you
can take the rest." Pausing Mona looked seriously at her boss and
friend, "What are you doing for lunch?"

"Meeting a friend at Dominico's at 12:30. Why?"

"You look like you could use a bit of a break. Go early and get
some air. It's late enough. And for God's sake ... Take a cab
this time. You don't want to show up in Judge Garver's courtroom
all sweaty like last time."

"I think I will," Sarah said as she finished signing the
documents. She handed the office copy back to Mona as she rose.
"And I will definitely take a cab." 'And get away from whatever
that jumpdrive allows Rachael to do,' she thought to herself.

********

Dominico's was in the middle of the block and she was a little
early, so she had the cab drop her at the corner. She walked
slowly, pretending to window shop. In fact she was trying to walk
without causing the probes to wiggle. A hopeless goal she was
realizing. When she entered Dominico's the ma�tre'd smiled and
led her to booth 28.

As he opened the door he said, "Ms Underwood hasn't arrived as
yet. I'll send a waiter to get you a beverage." He closed the
door.

Dominico's was a power place - eatery of the movers and shakers.
Deals made and lives changed forever. Power brokers, local
politicians and senior law partners populated the place. Sarah
had been here once - the celebratory lunch when she was made a
junior partner. The dining room was open with private booths
along three walls. The booths were made of dark wood, with a door
to enter and no windows. The walls extended to the ceiling, so
each booth was in fact a very secure private room.

Booth 28 had a round table and four padded, and very comfortable,
chairs. 'Unless, you have dildos shoved up every which hole,'
Sarah though to herself as she sat. There was a slight knock at
the door and the waiter entered and she ordered a seltzer with a
slice of lime.

Rachael arrived at the same time as the waiter. He gave them each
a seltzer with lime and withdrew when Rachael told him they would
like a few moments to talk. As soon as the door closed, all three
devices started their low hum. Sarah tried not to squirm, and was
mostly successful.

"On the way here today, I was thinking about our first
conversation. You said you wanted to loosen up enough to go out
and enjoy yourself. Stretch your boundaries. Are you? Enjoying
yourself, I mean."

Sarah looked at her and replied, "I'm not sure. I've sure
stretched my boundaries though. Don't you think?"

"Demerit."

"Oh shit." Sarah winced at the demerit and the fact that the
vibrations had increased. "I suppose that was punishment for the
demerit."

"That's two demerits."

"That wasn't a question - it was a statement." The vibrations
increase again, though the increase was very slight. It was
maddening none the less.

"But it sounded like a question," Rachael paused for a sip of her
drink. "But the question I have in my mind is that while we are
having fun and you are expanding your boundaries, you aren't
growing. You still have no social life. That is what needs to
change. And that is why we are here."

Sarah almost asked what she meant, but managed to bite off the
question before it left her mouth. She sipped from her drink
slowly, gazing at Rachael over the rim of her glass. "I'm not
sure I understand."

"When I first interviewed you, you mentioned another lawyer that
you were interested in. He had asked you out and you were always
too busy. Well, he will be here having lunch today. When we order
and the waiter brings our salads, I'll have the waiter leave the
door open and slide the panels back. It will be like we're on
display. If he comes over, introduce me as an old friend from
college. We'll play it by ear from there."

Sarah was almost panicked. "You meant Robert?"

"That's the one. Oh and that is demerit three. If he asks you out
for drinks - well us out for drinks - tonight, we'll go and meet
him. He can even escort us to your place, and if he doesn't offer
you should encourage him. You should give him a kiss for his
kindness. One that will have him coming back as soon as he can.
But he can't come in; unless, of course, you want an audience for
your punishment."

The vibrations increased again. Sarah's eyes were wide, but more
from the shock at what Rachael had just said than the vibrations.
"Oh God, Robert."

"Don't worry, he might not even come over. But with the
pheromones you are giving off, I'd be surprised. Of course, if
not, maybe I'll have you give the busboy a blowjob." Rachael
smiled at the thought. "Maybe I'll even have him close up the
booth first."

Sarah stared at her in stunned silence. She jumped at the knock
at the door and let out a little yipping sound.

"It's just the waiter with our salads. I ordered when I came in."
Sarah raised her voice a bit and called out, "Come in. Thank you,
and could you please leave the door open and slide the panels
back."

After placing their salads in front of the two women, he did just
that. "Let me know if I can do anything else for you," he said
before bowing slightly and withdrawing from the table.

Sarah picked at her salad at first, but soon was eating and
chatting with Rachael as if they were actually old friends. The
vibrations had lessened and then stopped all together. Their
drinks had been refreshed and they were almost finished with
their salads when a voice at her shoulder said, "Sarah?"

"Oh ... Robert." It came out a little breathless.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. I saw you here and thought
I'd stop by and say hello. It has been a while since I saw you
last."

"Not since the Peterson suit." She turned to Rachael, "He was the
enemy."

"Too bad," Rachael gave him a dazzling smile.

"Oh sorry. Robert this is an old friend, Rachael Underwood.
Rachael, Robert Jakeson." They both nodded as Sarah went on, "She
is in town for a few days and we're playing catch up."

"Oh," he seemed a little downcast, but smiled. "I'd hoped you
could join me for drinks and maybe dinner after work, but if
you're ..."

"Oooh, drinks might be fun," Rachael said quickly.

"Yes," Sarah said as the clip on her clit started to vibrate. "I
don't know about dinner ..."

"I'll be leaving tomorrow, but I'll hold you to a rain check."

Robert smiled, "Great. Drinks at ..." leaving the choice up to
them.

"How about that little bar in the Hyatt? You know which one I
mean?"

"The Snug? Sure, say about 6-ish?"

"See you then, "Rachael said as Robert left their booth. "Now
that wasn't so hard was it?" She added when he had returned to
his table. "He seems a bit shy, but sure has eyes for you. And I
can guarantee you your pheromones were working." Sarah frowned,
puzzled. "Honey the man has some major wood and it looks like an
oak."

********

Judge Garver sat impassively listening to the two lawyers
verbally duke it out. Sarah had presented her motion. Maurie
Levenson, opposing council, had objected. Back and forth all
afternoon. She had read the brief before court was in session and
had even predicted what arguments he'd use to have the motion
denied. Her bailiff had laughed when she confided as much to him.

"Yes ma'am. I surely wouldn't bet against that for any odds."

And she had hit all but one. Finally she gaveled the bickering to
a halt. "Ms Holland, I will take your motion under advisement.
And Mr. Levenson, you'll have until noon Tuesday to file a
counter motion. We'll meet Wednesday at 9:30, my chambers. I will
hear arguments then and rule on this motion."

"Thank you, Your Honor."

"Court dismissed."

The bailiff called out, "All rise, the ..." but Sarah was packing
up her briefcase and not listening. Judge Garver left the
courtroom and as everyone filed out the bailiff motioned Sarah to
wait. As soon as the courtroom was empty he handed her a folded
note.

"Come to my chambers in 15 minutes. JG."

Twenty minutes later, she was sipping tea in the judge's
chambers. "Sorry Judge, Maurie caught me outside the courtroom as
I left. He was on the phone with his client. I think they want to
settle. He'll call me Monday morning."

"For heaven's sake call me Judith. And yes, after reading your
motion, I'll bet he wants to settle. And I had him down for 10
objections to it and hit everyone. That last one surprised me. It
sounder better than the other ten, but was actually lamer. What a
jerk."

"I agree Your Honor ... Judith. I hope he wants to deal; I think
I can get more out of them than we'll probably get from the
jury."

"Possibly. On another front, have you taken my advice?"

"Advice?"

"Christ Sarah, have you gotten laid?"

Sarah flushed. "No, but I am having drinks with someone tonight."

"Anyone I would know?"

"Robert Jakeman. I think I trounced him in your court as a matter
of fact."

"Holy Cow, you're not messing around. He was supposedly quite the
hound when he first got to town about four or five years ago.
Then he had his heart broken by Jamie Sheldon - she left him and
town to go to a big firm on the coast. I heard two things about
him. First that her leaving really broke his confidence and the
second that he is hung like a moose. Of course maybe he doesn't
know how to use it and that is why she left him as well as town."

"Well, we're just having drinks tonight. I have a friend in town
and we'll be going home. She's leaving tomorrow. Maybe he'll call
me again."

"Well, kiss him so he'll want to call you. Let me know how things
go." Sarah got up to leave and as she reached the door the
Judge's voice stopped her. "You know, I know of a couple of women
that have practically raped that boy and he showed no interest.
Rumor is that he has his sights on a 'mystery' someone and has
been pursuing her. You ever turn him down by any chance?"

"Yeah gently ... a couple of times."

The Judge smiled at Sarah. "Well, rock his boat a little. And
then, for heaven's sake, put the poor boy out of his misery. I'm
tired of him moping in my courtroom."

Sarah's eyes went wide, "Yes, your Honor."

"Now get out of here. I have a motion to read and you have a boat
to rock."

********

"How'd it go?" Mona asked Sarah as she walked through the door.
"Kick ass and take names?"

"It looks like it. Judith told me she believes Maurie will offer
a settlement before we have to go back. I thought the same
thing."

"What are you gonna do to celebrate?"

"Still too soon to actually celebrate. I have a friend in town
and we're going to go out for drinks and go home. She has an
early flight tomorrow."

"She?"

"Yeah, from college. She's in town and we've been talking and
catching up." Then Sarah winked, "and you'll never guess who is
going to be joining us for drinks."

"If there is a god in heaven, it'll be Mr. Robert Jakeman, ESQ."

Sarah looked at her, shock frozen on her face. "Why do you say
that?"

"My cousin works as a paralegal in his office - and tried to get
him to jump her bones - and she told me he has a 'thing' for you.
You should ditch your friend and take him home. You two could
just drop her at the airport and go somewhere and" Mona glanced
around to make sure no one else would hear her, "and get a set of
sheets very sweaty. I heard he was really hung."

Despite herself, Sarah started laughing. "Judith said basically
the same thing. A bit more tactfully, as befits a judge. She said
I should rock his boat enough to make sure he called me tomorrow
as soon as I get back from the airport."

"God honey, I'm getting wet just thinking about it. After I get
through with my boyfriend tonight, his eyes are gonna be crossed
for a week."

********

The Snug looked like an English pub - small with high backed
booths and a few tables in the center. It was popular, but never
overly busy. To find it you had to walk down a hall off the
Hyatt's lobby almost to the end. There wasn't any signage for the
place; it was more for locals that the business traveler who
generally patronized the flashier bar directly off the lobby. It
definitely not a pick-up bar.

"This is nice," Rachael said as she and Sarah entered. "How'd you
know about this place?"

"Another lawyer brought me her when I first got to town. You know
a cozy intimate place that would make me want to take off my
panties for him. Or drop to my knees and blow him. He's the
reason I focused so hard on my career."

"Did you?"

"Did I what?" Sarah asked as they sat in a booth toward the back.
"Shit another demerit."

Rachael waved her hand as if she were shooing away a fly. "Fuck
or blow him."

"God, no. He was a creep, with a bad comb-over."

They both caught motion at the door and turned as one to see
Robert stop in the doorway so his eyes could adjust to the dim
lighting.� "Sarah, wave him over," Rachael whispered, as Sarah
raised her hand to do just that.

Robert joined them and slid into the booth next to Sarah and
almost immediately a barmaid was at the table>

"What can I get you folks to drink?"

Robert glanced at the two women then said, "Well I would sure
enjoy a Tanquary and tonic, with lime. And you ladies?" Sarah
said that sounded good and Rachael asked for a Stoli dirty
martini, "with three of those big olives, please."

As the barmaid left she smiled at Robert and said, "I need a
little food with my vodka. Old habit."

They chatted and lightly flirted as the drinks came and were
replaced by refills. A delightful hour came to an end when Sarah
almost jumped at the quick buzz from her anal probe. It was the
prearranged signal to leave.

Rachael had met Sarah outside her office building and told her
their plan for the evening. At least until they got home. "We'll
have drinks and talk. When it is time to go I'll buzz your butt -
please don't over-react. Then you need to get Robert to take us
to your place; your car is already at home. I'll go in and you
will give him a good night kiss that will make sure he calls you
tomorrow. When you get inside strip, except for the panties,
stockings and heels, and assume the position."

The buzzing stopped as quickly as it had started. Sarah turned in
her seat to face Robert full on. "I'm so sorry Robert, but we
must leave you now. Rachael has an early flight. I need to call a
cab since I left my car at home."

"I can give you a lift. It's on my way and that way I'll have a
few more minutes of your company." His smile was dazzling.

Sarah knew the "on my way home' was not strictly accurate, but
said, "Are you sure it wouldn't be a bother." Her eyes were wide
and ever-so-slightly dewy.

"Not at all. I'll just get the bill and my car. I'll meet you out
front in five minutes." Rising he motioned to the waitress and
started off.

"Well done Sarah. He is absolutely besotted with you. I do
believe you'll be fucking each other's brains out tomorrow night.
But a word, make him work for it."

********

Robert insisted on walking them to the door of Sarah's apartment.
As Sarah unlocked the door, Rachael stepped up and gave Robert a
quick, mostly chaste, kiss and said, "It has been very nice to
meet you. Maybe we can all get together next time I'm in town."

"That would be lovely," he told her. But his eyes were on Sarah
as she stepped toward him from the door. The both barely heard
Rachael's "Bye now" as she slipped into the apartment and closed
the door.

"I'm so glad we ran into each other at lunch today. I rarely go
to Dominick's."

"Me, too." Sarah stared into his eyes.

"And I have to tell you, you look great in that ..."

His words were cut off by Sarah's hungry kiss. As she slid her
tongue between his lips, he pulled her to him and his tongue
joined her in a duel of passion. Their bodies melted together and
she thought her front plug was humming a little, but it might
have just been her. Or she and Robert together.

As they kissed and held on to each other, she canted her hips
enough to caress his groin with her own. She felt his body
shudder. 'Oh my God, Judith was right. He is packing ...' the
thought drifted off as she felt the sheer joy of his whole body
vibrating. Gathering all her strength, she stepped back and said,
"I need to get in and spend some time with Rachael."

"I'll call you tomorrow. Maybe we can have dinner of something?
Would that be okay?"

"I'd like that very much." Sarah was recovering her breath and
wits. "Maybe you could call mid-afternoon. Between girl talk and
an early flight, I may need a little nap tomorrow."

"I'll call about three."

"Great."

"I'll let you go now," Robert said, still looking stunned and not
taking a step. "Say bye to ..."

"Rachael?"

"Yes. Say goodbye to Rachael for me."

"I will." Sarah turned and walked into her apartment.

And as soon as the door latched, she took a deep breath and let
it out, and removed her dress in one smooth motion. She tossed it
onto the sofa where I was quickly joined by her bra. As she
stepped to her spot she interlaced her fingers, put her hands
behind her head and turned to face the door. She immediately felt
a presence behind her.

"Slowly open your eyes and look down." The whisper was louder and
more distinct without the hood on. But she did and saw that
Rachael was holding the last box from the Pleasure Palace in her
hands.

Rachael slowly lifted the lid to reveal some very strange looking
earrings, some sort of dangly Celtic knots. "Close your eyes." As
she obeyed the voice she realized they were much too heavy for
earrings. Then it dawned on her - they were some kind of nipple
clamp. And they didn't look as if they were going to be fun. But
they'd had hooks to go through earlobes.

"No hood tonight, but you will wear a mask." She felt it being
lowered onto her face, "And no gag. Unless it becomes necessary."
The whisper had a slight accent, but she couldn't quite figure it
out.

"You picked up many demerits today, and you had been doing so
well. But your last night ..." The whisper trailed off. Sarah
waited. Nothing happened. It seemed like hours went by and then
the clip on her clit began to vibrate, then the anal probe, and
finally the vaginal probe. Short, long, one then another all at
once, different intensities. Totally random mix of spots,
durations and intensities.

"Ah," the whisper in her ear, so close she could feel his breath,
"another demerit. You were told to remove everything except your
panties, stockings, and shoes. And you left two things on." A
hand lifted her breast and, fingers on her nipples, snapped the
small rubber band that had been there all day.

'God that hurt,' Sarah wanted to shout as the act was repeated on
her other nipple. Back and forth - snap, snap, snap. She had
actually forgotten they were there with all the attention her
groin had received. Finally they were removed and her nipples
tingled as the blood returned freely.

"You will be punished now for your demerits. I would wish to use
a whip or cane, but they would leave marks and it appears you
have a date tomorrow. You wouldn't want to send him home
unfulfilled or have to explain the marks; so we will use your old
friend the paddle. It will be painful, but I'll leave your
panties on to help ease the pain a little. Besides there is such
a fine line between pain and pleasure."

Without warning the paddle landed on her left cheek. Hard. As she
registered the flash of pain it landed on her right cheek. Left,
right, left, right. She lost count. Her ass was on fire.

"Oh no, we forgot something." The whisper came to her ear.
Fingers toyed with her nipples - rolling them, twisting them and
finally pulling them out. She almost cried out as the nipple
clamps were attached. When her brain recovered some from the
initial shock, she could feel the little hook s hanging down.

"We'll have to start again" the whisper told her. "Five strokes
per side, then a small weight added to the clamp, and then five
more. After thirty strokes, well we'll see ..."

Rachael's voice quietly in her ear, "Please maintain the
position. Otherwise it will start again. And stay as quite as you
can - if you cry out, it'll start over as well." Sarah felt a
soft kiss on her lips and her ass exploded into pain.

When it was finally over, Sarah was drenched in sweat and was
sure the panties had melted to her body and her nipples felt two
inches long from the added weight. A soft hand stroked her cheek
and Rachael's voice said, "You did so well; I'm really proud of
you." Lips touched hers and a tongue gently attacked her mouth.
"I'm gong to remove your panties now."

Sarah realized that the vibrations had stopped. And felt
Rachael's hands as they unclipped her clit and slowly removed the
probes as she tugged down the panties. And she was still
maintaining the position. She took a deep breath of satisfaction.
A mistake. The weights on her clamps started swinging and tugged
unmercifully at her nipples. But she didn't cry out.

"We'll take those off now." The whisper was back. "We can hardly
punish your lovely breasts with those on - you might be hurt."
Sarah blanched. And almost screamed when the clamps came off.
Blood rushed back into her poor nipples and the pain was intense.

The whisper said, "Good girl. Spread you feet, and squat just a
little, like you are about to sit down. Back straight, elbows
back. Very good. You are pushing your breasts out and making it
easier to punish them. You look eager to have them punished in
that pose."

Sarah's mind had almost blanked out, when she felt Rachael slide
between her legs. A tongue worked its way between her lips and
stabbed at her vagina. Then a whole mouth assault on her - lips,
hole, clit, biting, licking, and sucking. And the first smack
landed squarely on her right breast. Teeth scraped her clit.
Smack on her left breast. Teeth pulling on her outer lips. An
orgasm like she had never experienced exploded through her body
and then her mind finally went blank.

********

She woke very slowly. It was as if she had to surface through
syrup. Her body hurt and felt warm and creamy all at the same
time. She knew she was being cradled and knew just as certainly
that it was Rachael. A hand brushed damp hair from her face.

"There you are. No, don't try to sit up. Just rest for now."
Rachael's voice sounded so tender and caring.

She awoke more fully some time later - how much later she had no
idea. She did know Rachael was still cuddling her. "Am I still
alive?" The question came out as a croak.

"You certainly are. How do you feel?"

"Sore. Tired. My ass and breasts still feel as though they were
on fire. My insides ... I'm not sure, but they feel ..."

"You should have a hard time explaining that," Rachael chuckled,
"I've never seen anyone have an orgasm like you did."

Sarah opened her eyes into the near darkness and looked up into
Rachael's face. Candles were flickering on the night table and
the light played across Rachael's face. "I remember you were
between my legs, driving me crazy and Whisperer was smacking my
breasts with a paddle, then ... nothing. Until I woke up and you
were holding me."

Rachael smiled and leaned in to kiss Sarah lightly on the lips.
"Whisperer, I like that. Guess it's a good name for him." She
cupped one of Sarah's breasts and, extending her tongue, flicked
the nipple. Sarah jumped a little. "But you stood there, with
your feet spread and knees locked, trembling violently. Your head
was thrown back like you were about to scream, but no sound came
out. You took all every swat you had earned and damn near drown
me with your cream. I was afraid you were going to collapse and
hurt yourself. But he took you up in his arms and carried you in
here and lay you on your bed. I came in to hold you."

"Thank you."

"You are very welcome. Are you awake enough to take a phone
call?"

"I guess," Sarah said as Rachael picked up a cell phone and hit a
speed dial button.

"She's awake. Yes ... yes ... Yes, here she is." Rachael pushed
the phone toward Sarah.

"Hello ..."

"Good evening Sarah." It was Whisperer, his accent sounded
Southern now. "I must tell you, I've never seen someone respond
so well to my program; or so quickly. I have truly enjoyed our
time together and I hope you did too. By the way, I think that
young man you kissed tonight may have cum in his clothes before
you let him go. Do you have any questions? You are freed from the
rules."

"Is this it?"

He laughed softly, "Oh yes. You had become like a baby bird again
- afraid to leave the nest. You've established a very nice life
for yourself, but you had confined yourself to it. You only
needed a nudge. When your young man calls today, you'll know what
to do."

"Thank you."

"There is one more thing, I would keep your sdreams account and
check it each morning. I may ask a favor of you sometime. Rachael
will explain." Rachael nodded when Sarah looked over at her.
"Enjoy your life." The phone went dead in her hand.

"A favor?"

Rachael reached up and pulled Sarah down to her and, settling on
the pillows, kissed her lightly. "If you don't mind I'd like to
stay with you tonight and we'll talk in the morning."

"But ..."

"Yes you have a lovely butt and I want to snuggle into it. Roll
over and we'll spoon." Rachael snuggled in and there bodies
molded together as Sarah rolled over. Rachael slid an arm around
her and gently cupped a breast. "You have a million questions,
but you need to sleep. Let them go for now."

'Hell yes I have a million questions,' Sarah thought; but before
you could voice the first one sleep overtook her.

********

Rachael woke first, smelling the coffee she'd programmed the
night before. She knew Sarah was coming around as well; she was
pushing her butt back into Rachael's mound and was whimpering
just a bit. Rachael squeezed her breast gently and said in her
ear, "Would you like some coffee?"

Sarah rolled over quickly, pinning Rachael to the bed and kissed
her hard, tongue and teeth attacking the surprised woman. Just as
quickly she sat up and smiled, "That would be great. I have to go
to the bathroom - back in a minute."

When she returned she found Rachael sitting up in bed, the covers
up to her waist. She was sipping coffee. "You're certainly
feeling frisky this morning."

Sarah took a sip of her coffee before answering, Hmmm, that's
great. Yeah, I feel very alive this morning." She took another
sip. "And I have some questions - or maybe just one big one. What
did he mean by 'a favor?' That seems kinda ..."

"Let me tell you a story." Rachael took a deep breath and then a
sip of coffee. "First of all, my name is Janine, not Rachael.
Rachael is always the name of his assistants. Anyway I was
somewhat like you, really focusing on my career. Unfortunately I
was also married, deeply in love with my husband, but things
weren't working for us as they had and it was getting worse. A
friend gave me a phone number and I set up an appointment, with
Rachael. My husband was going to be out of town - hell out of the
country - for a month with his job, so I signed up for the
program. It took me three weeks to get where you are. But when my
husband came home, we sat down and talked. Then we went away for
a long weekend. Nice little cabin in North Carolina, up in the
mountains, and well we fucked each other half to death. And we
talked some more. We're still together and both doing really well
with our careers. We both have to spend time away, but when we
come
 home it's like a honeymoon all over again."

She stopped long enough to fill both cups with more coffee. They
both sipped for a minute. "When he, Whisperer, told me I was
ready to leave the nest I'd built around me, he said he may ask
me a favor sometime. That was two years ago. He emailed me three
weeks ago and asked me if I would do a little service for him.
Guiding you was that service." Careful not to spill any coffee
she leaned over and kissed Sarah. "I'm really glad I did. I've
enjoyed every moment with you. And it was fun watching you fight
it and give in and then open up to every sensation."

Sarah asked quietly, "Does your husband know about this? Have you
been giving him a play by play?"

"Part of my agreeing to do this was I would tell my husband about
my experience, in detail, and let him know that I was doing this
for someone else. Whisperer agreed. No names or locations. And my
husband agreed as long as I told him the story with all the hot
details. I said only if I could ride him while I told him and
that he couldn't move while I did." She smiled a very wicked
smile. "And before you ask, no I don't know anything about him. I
don't know his name or where he is from. I never saw him until
our first night here in your apartment. I will say that you'd
never pick him out in a bar. Very ordinary looking, but what a
devious mind."

Sarah thought about Janine's story for a minute, finished her
coffee, and rose from the bed. She held out her hand, "Join me in
the shower?"

********

For the second morning in a row, Sarah was awakened by the smell
of coffee. As she raised her head and opened her eyes she
realized that she wasn't in her own bed. Blinking her eyes she
saw Robert walking toward the bed carrying two mugs of coffee.

"Hope you like yours black? I can bring you some sugar and cream
if you want."

"No, black's fine." She stretched and reached for the proffered
cup. "Hmmm, that's great."

"We can have breakfast when you're ready to get up," Robert told
her as he slipped into bed beside her. "I make killer French
toast and everything is ready to go - just say the word."

"Breakfast can wait," Sarah told him taking a last sip of coffee
and putting the cup down. She slid her body on to his, taking his
coffee from him and putting it down as well. 'Judith and Mona
were right,' she thought as she felt his penis grow stiff against
her mound. Grinding herself against him, she leaned down and took
his nipple between her teeth and mumbled around it, "They say you
should exercise before you eat food."

Robert's head dropped back and he moaned something incoherent.
Her tongue flicked his trapped nipple and he moaned again. Sarah
shifted her body until the head of his penis split her lips and
was positioned just right.

"Unless of course you don't believe in morning exercise," she
said as she slowly lowered her body onto him. She watched him as
his eyes rolled back and his mouth gaped. She was breathing
faster herself and had to fight the urge to just drop onto him.
But she was enjoying the texture of him and the way he stretched
and filled her. Finally he was all the way in and she savored the
feeling for a moment. "Don't move. Please don't move."

Robert's eyes were open as she laid her hands on his chest for
balance. And they were just a little glassy - unfocused. She
slowly squeezed him and he moaned again and she relaxed. She
continued squeezing and relaxing on him and they both seemed to
go into trances.

Yesterday flashed through her mind. She and Janine had spent a
very long time in the shower - soaping and handling each other.
Exploring bodies as if they had never touched another human
before. When she left, Janine had given her a card with her cell
phone and email address with the open agreement that they might
get together again. Sarah had slept again awakening just before
Robert's call. They went out to dinner and, tentatively at first,
explored each other's lives. Sarah decided a nightcap at Robert's
would be a good idea. It was all so civil at first and then
suddenly they were having sex. Not the usual first time sex
either. No exploring of the other's needs and wants. This was
full bore - Robert driving his cock into her and she pounding
right back. Rolling around, back and forth, taking turns on top
until they exploded together. They lay panting, both with rug
burns, in the middle of his living room floor, clothing strewn
around
 them.

Later in his bed they took their time. Each experiencing the
other fully. Kissing, sucking, fondling - long slow foreplay. And
longer slower consummation. And again they came together.

Now she was riding him - squeezing him as she rose, releasing him
as she slowly slid back down. Once when he tried to sit up under
her, she pushed him back down. "No, just let me do this for you."
She continued to torture them both with her slow ride until she
felt him swell inside her. With him fully inside her, she began
to rock her hips back and forth. He brought his hands up and
cupped her breasts, took her nipples between thumbs and
forefingers and began to pinch and roll them. She rocked faster.

"Oh God. I have to cum." And spurred on, Sarah rocked even
faster. Then she felt his explosion in her. She started squeezing
again, milking every drop out of him. Panting, he rose to a
sitting position, crossing his legs under her ass and forcing her
clit down onto his still hard cock. Her orgasm rolled over her
like a tidal wave and she fell limp against him. They toppled
over, Robert still imbedded in her.

"Sweet Jesus," he mumbled and his arms encircled her still
trembling body. "Yeah, I think morning exercise is wonderful."

Despite herself, Sarah started laughing. "Any more exercise and I
might not be able to walk. And I really need a shower." Then
looking a little embarrassed, "and other things. Like a
toothbrush - I must have dragon breath this morning."

"New toothbrushes in the top right drawer and I'll join you in
the shower when you're ready," Robert called to her as she
clambered out of bed and headed for the bathroom.

"Hmmm ..." was her only reply.

********

Epilogue - 14 months later

Sarah sat in a small coffee house sipping a latte and reflecting
on her life. She and Janine had, in fact, gotten together three
times. Twice for weekends in a B&B, half way between the towns
they lived in, for sex and talk. The third time Janine had been
one of Sarah's bridesmaids when she and Robert married. Mona had
been her Maid of Honor and Judge Garver had officiated and hosted
the event at her country house. Robert had joined her law firm
and they were both partners now - she a senior and he a junior.

Then about a month ago she had found an email on her sdreams
account.

"Would you be able to help me with a little project. It shouldn't
take more than three weeks. Let me know within the next two
days."

"I'll try to make arrangements and I'll let you know."

<*>

"I have something to tell you," she told Robert as they lunched
at Dominic's, in one of the booths for privacy. And she started
to tell him the story briefly.

"Wait," he said, holding up his hand. Her heart almost stopped.
"I think this is something we need to talk about at home."

That night, sitting on his lap with his penis buried in her, she
told him the entire story. He didn't interrupt, nor did he pull
away. When she was finished, she just looked at him. "Do you hate
me?"

His penis flexed inside her and he pulled her to him, crushing
her mouth with his. Later, panting, he said, "So you're going to
be someone else's Rachael?"

"Yes, that's what he is asking me to do." She was lying with her
head on his shoulder; her hand tracing a line up and down his
stomach.

"And you'll be gone for what, maybe three weeks?"

"Yes."

"Will you be able to tell me all about it when you get back?"

"Except for her name, I guess. And where we were."

"I only hope you'll tell me sitting on my cock again. That was so
hot," he said rolling over and kissing her.

<*>

"May I join you?" the voice brought Sarah back to the present.

"Yes, please do."

The woman wasn't quite what Sarah had expected. She seemed to be
in her late thirties, not fat, but she certainly didn't starve
herself. She was dressed neatly but not expensively. Probably
closer to blue collar than white collar. Her hair was a mousy
brown, with some lighter highlights. She had very heavy breasts
and a slightly rounded tummy.

"You must be Rachael and I'm Beverly ..."

"Rule #1 no names. We can't really be overheard, but names are
not to be used. I will ask you some questions, you will answer.
If your answers meet the criteria, you will be accepted. Do you
understand?"

THE END

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