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Subject: Delta: HOTSPRINGS 1/4 (mf, ff, d/s, etc)
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HOTSPRINGS
Chapter 1
Jake Saunders glanced again into the rear-view mirror at
the red Mercedes following them, smiled to himself, then glanced
again at his wife, Jennie, beside him. His inner smile faded.
Why was it so hard to explain things to women?
"You know that I have to go in to the Capital, babe. You
know it may be for as long as three weeks." Jake Saunders
could be patient when he wished and, when it was his wife who
was concerned, he so wished. Big Jake, as he was known about
the area, stood six feet tall in his socks, a muscular man of
some two hundred pounds who backed down before no man or
beast, wondered why Jennie couldn't see things logically - like
a man. He ran his fingers through his wavy brown hair,
contemplating how he was going to get through to her without
upsetting her.
"And if we get the backing we need for the development,
I'll be away more often than not for the next few months. You
can't look after everything by yourself." His expression
softened, "You know that, babe." He looked at her, almost
willing her to understand, then returned his eyes to the road.
The development. Big Jake had purchased the land which
now comprised Hotsprings Campsite some years ago. He had had
a dream. A fool's dream, he had been told, but no one was
telling him that now. With water from the hotspring piped
into the large pool, his parcel of land now attracted many
tourists and campers. Easy access to the neighboring National
park, showers, a laundry, a place to eat, and the hiking trails
simply made Hotsprings Campsite more attractive and more
lucrative. It was a money maker and Big Jake loved it. He
loved it for making him money, but more for being the fruit
of his labors, his dream fulfilled. Now he had a new, enlarged 39 3
dream.
"We just can't do it on our own, Jennie." His soft
brown eyes asked that she understand. "If we want to make
this dream a reality we will need investors. In the end it
will make a lot of money for us all."
Jennie simply looked stolidly out the window. His dream
to expand was not hers. Didn't he realize that they would
lose the control, the freedom which they so enjoyed? She
wished she could change his mind but, when Big Jake made up
his mind about something, it was unlikely that she would be
successful. She could handle that. She always had and she
would again.
What disturbed her was his insistence in doing it all
himself. Hell, what it boiled down to was that he didn't
think she had any business sense. It was one of his blind
areas. She was the little woman, the wife. The wife, not
the partner.
If she hadn't loved the big lug so much, hadn't so
desperately tried to keep from hurting him, things might be
different, better now. She had, however, supported him
unobtrusively, seeding him with ideas which he took to be
his own. Once implemented there was no way he would ever
believe they had originally come from her.
Like the lunch counter. Big Jake had originally laughed
when she first idly brought up the idea that campers tired of
their own cooking, that visitors to the area, to the National
park, and even travelers on the highway would enjoy a place
to stop and get a meal. He scoffed at the profitability of
such a venture. She had simply gone with him on his rounds
and brought up cooking with various of their guests. After
enough of the campers had suggested that they open a restaurant,
Big Jake began to consider the idea. One day he had announced
that he had an idea: a lunch counter. She had supported 'his'
idea fully, had been proud that he had thought of it.
The lunch counter was profitable. Not exceptionally so,
yet it did bring in a small profit. It also brought in more
customers who wouldn't have stopped otherwise.
Jennie wondered, again, how wise she had been in
subordinating herself to Big Jake in the way she had. Her
education surpassed his, her mind was lively and fertile.
Of course it wasn't as though Big Jake were stupid. No
indeed. She would never have married him, were that the case.
Big Jake knew good ideas when he saw them, knew how to profit
from them, how to put them into practice. He was a good man.
It was just that irritating blind spot where her ideas were
concerned.
That wasn't what was annoying her now, however. She saw
him look once more into the rearview mirror. Yes, there it was.
That was the bugbear. The new help. Yes, with him gone she
would need help, no doubt about it. Unfortunately, she wasn't
sure whether the help she was getting would be more a strain
than not getting the help at all. Did he really think she
couldn't see through to what he would expect - well maybe not
expect, but desire - from the 'help'?
"Why her?" These were the first words she'd spoken since 3p 3
they'd set out from town an hour ago.
Big Jake smiled to himself. So that was it. He should
have guessed. It wasn't his absence which bothered her so much.
Women were so predictable - in an unpredictable way, he amended.
Now that she was talking he would be able to smooth things over.
It would just take a little patience.
"Why not her? She's bright and intelligent. She knows her
stuff, she's not asking for an outrageous wage, and she's . . ."
"Built like there's no tomorrow." Jennie finished for him.
"Come on Jennie," he allowed a little exasperation to creep
into his voice, "you can't hold that against her. So she's got
nice tits. I didn't hire her for what's in her bra, I hired her
for what's in her head."
Yeah, right, Jennie thought. And that's why every woman
you hire just seems to have that common feature. She returned
her attention to Big Jake as he continued.
"I admit that I like to look. You know that." Indeed she
did. "There's no crime in looking, and hell, I'd never do
anything - you know that."
Did she? She had often wondered. As long as he was in
sight she could trust him - no doubt about it. However, she
wasn't so sure about it when he was on one of his trips. That
doubt had led her to considering measures which she would never
before have considered. He was still talking; she brought her
mind back to the present moment.
"And I never will. Besides, why would I? Hell, babe,
you're about the best looking woman I've ever seen, I'd be
crazy to give up all I've got for some stupid fling with a
filly. There's nothing any one of those I've looked at have
had that you don't have better." A little flattery went a
long way, especially if it was damn near the truth.
Jennie smiled and gave a little nod. It was true. She'd
been gifted with a body men would die for. Sensuously rounded
hips smoothing into a trim waist - not narrow, but trim - topped
shapely legs and a very memorable derriere and led to her
glorious breasts, large and upturned with those beautiful
nipples, long and hard when aroused. Her graceful neck led up
to a face that was beautiful; she wasn't being vain, she simply
recognized herself for what she was. Her gray eyes and long
black hair, parted in the middle, topped a truly splendid
package. Yes, Big Jake could have done a lot worse than her.
She knew it and he knew it and that knowledge more than anything
else, she figured, kept him in line.
Still, it was annoying that he kept hiring big breasted
women, as if hers weren't enough to attract all his attention,
all the time. She realized she wasn't being fair - everyone
likes a bit of variety - but he was so blatantly open about it.
She really didn't mind him looking, but did he have to look
so openly? It annoyed her especially when he did double-takes
when he was walking with her on his arm. That was insulting.
Jake was talking again and Jennie returned from her reverie
to catch the last of his words.
". . . and just thinking of your body, babe, has me all hot.
You know how you do it to me. We're almost back and, when we get
there, it's straight up to our room. Okay, babe?" 3§ 3
She could have done a lot worse than Jake, too, she
realized. He had talent - which, along with the equipment he
possessed, didn't hurt at all, at all. The things he could do
to her, the places he could take her, made the fact that he
wouldn't do certain things she craved bearable. She began to
feel the heat, and it wasn't from the sun, either.
"Okay, Jake." She smiled as she saw the grin light up his
face. At least it wasn't hard to keep her man happy. And with
him happy, she usually received the benefit of it, too.
Jennie began to hum as the pick-up drew ever closer to the
Hot-Springs. Jake listened to her hum and knew that once again
he'd smoothed things over. He smiled at that and at the thought
of what was to come. His eyes flicked up to the rear-view
mirror, catching sight of the red Mercedes traveling behind
them, and his smile widened - just a bit.
The sign read "HOTSPRINGS CAMPSITE" and listed the
amenities. Big Jake turned the pick-up down the tree-lined
road and up the 200 yards to the Campsite Complex.
The Complex was a two story L shaped building. On the
lower floor one wing of the complex contained the lunch counter,
the other wing held, proceeding from the end to the middle, the
laundry, the change rooms, the showers and a store room. The
central portion contained the office, while the upper floor
consisted of rooms for the staff: six small bedrooms, a communal
kitchen and living room. As well as the staff rooms there was
the owner's apartment, where Jake and Jennie lived.
Situated in the open side of the L was the pool, filled
with water piped in from the mineral hot springs. Campsites
for both tents and RV's were situated throughout the treed
grounds.
Jake pulled up next to the complex and the red Mercedes 300
pulled up next to them. Jake looked down and admired the woman
as she exited the sports car.
Kathryn O'Grady was a few inches shorter than his Jennie,
and slimmer also. That made her breasts, though smaller than
Jennie's appear quite large. The small waist flared out into
nicely rounded hips and buttocks. Kathy, as she'd asked them
to call her, turned towards him as he exited the pick-up and he
noted, again, that fiery red hair, curling down from under her
straw hat. Her green eyes locked on his and he was struck by
how self assured she was. Her mouth curved up into a smile.
"So this is Hotsprings Campsite. It looks lovely. You
must love it here," she spoke to Jennie who had come around
the back of the pick-up to stand by her husband.
"Sometimes more than others," Jennie replied, cold and
unsmiling. Kathy let it pass as if she didn't notice the lack
of warmth in Jennie's voice.
"Let me show you to your room," Jake was a little
uncomfortable and wanted to get things moving. After all, he
was looking forward to what he had promised Jennie and didn't
want her to get out of sorts. "You can relax and after supper
we'll get everything settled. How's that sound?"
"Just fine, Mr. Saunders." Kathy opened the trunk of her
car and pulled out a suitcase. 3ή 3
"I'll take that," Jake offered.
"I can manage," Kathy replied.
Jake shrugged and opened the truck's rear gate. He picked
up a box of their personal supplies and Jennie picked up the
other. He'd get one of the employees to unload the rest, which
were for the Campsite. Together the three went in the door,
up the stairs, and to the living quarters.
"This is our apartment," Jake explained as they reached
the top of the stairs and nodded to the door on the right. He
unlocked it and set the box inside. Jennie followed suit.
They then turned left and walked down the hall to the next door.
Jake opened it and stepped aside to allow Kathy in.
"This room will be yours." He followed her in and opened
the balcony door to allow some fresh air into the room. "There
is a small washroom there," he pointed to a door. "Set down
your suitcase and I'll show you the rest of the amenities."
They walked further down the hall to a room with a
bookcase, several soft chairs and sofa. An open doorway led
into the communal kitchen/dining room. A young man in his
middle to late twenties hunched over the table reading a book.
An empty plate sat in front of him.
"This is Fred - the second cook. He's spending the summer
with us, maybe longer. Fred, this is Kathy. She'll be keeping
the books, and helping out in general."
Fred had been shading his eyes with his hand, elbow on the
table, as he read. He looked up to see the wild unruly red hair
framing the face on his vision of a goddess and his jaw dropped
open. Kathy favored him with amused smile and held out her hand.
"Hi, I'm Kathy. Pleased to meet you Fred." She looked him
up and down as he jumped to his feet and took her hand. Fred
had the feeling she was appraising him and he flushed, feeling
vaguely uncomfortable.
"Fred," he blurted out. "Great to have you here."
"Fred, pack in the rest of the supplies then show Kathy
around, okay? Jennie and I are rather tired and we're going
to take a short nap before supper."
"Sure thing, Big Jake." Fred was all smiles. "Have a
nice trip, Jennie?"
Fred was Jennie's favorite of all the employees. He was
nice, polite, and very sharp. She had wondered what an
intelligent young man like him was doing playing at being a
short-order cook, but he'd never said and she allowed him his
privacy. It had been their luck to get him when they did and
she had no intention of doing anything to lose him. Sure,
she'd made a few conversational openings which would have let
him come forth if he'd desired. He hadn't, so she didn't push.
Jennie watched, amused, as Fred pushed an errant black
lock off his forehead and ran his fingers through his hair.
His brown eyes were fixed on the new employee. Maybe that was
good. If Fred got something going with her then Jake would be
left out in the cold. She turned and allowed Jake to lead her
back to their rooms. As she closed the door behind her she
heard Fred telling Kathy what a great place it was and how much
she'd like it.
3 3
The door had hardly closed when Jennie felt Jake's hands
roaming over her body. She pushed back into him, feeling his
hardness, as he reached under her arms and cupped her breasts.
She raised her hands, clasped, towards the ceiling, feeling
shivers run through her. Then his fingers were undoing the
buttons on her blouse as she stretched to free all the little
tensions. Her hands came down and she reached behind her to
grapple with his belt while he undid the catch at the front of
her bra and allowed her breasts to spill free.
Jennie moaned as his fingers paid close attention to her
nipples, caressing and cajoling them into a hardness that
matched that which she felt pressing against the top of her
buttocks and her lower back. Her eyes were closed as she felt
him release her to pull the bra and blouse from her shoulders
and down her arms to fall, unheeded, upon the floor. Then he
was back pushing against her, pressing her into the door, one
of his legs between hers, forcing her legs to part. He held
her there like that for several seconds and then, when his arms
came back to pull her into him once more, it was flesh against
flesh. He had removed his shirt.
She felt herself being turned around and his hands came
under her arms. She gave a small jump off the floor as he
lifted and her legs came up and around his waist. His arms
locked around her back, holding her there, secure, as his mouth
found her breast. He began to suck on her nipple, his tongue
teasing it, flicking back and forth.
"Oh, yes, darling," she murmured in his ear as she tried
to force more of her breast into his mouth. They were moving
now, as he made his way to the bedroom. How he could tell
where they were going, what with his mouth fastened to her
breast, she would never know. She ducked her head to avoid
being bonked as they made their way through the bedroom door.
His mouth had found her other nipple and electric currents
were running through her body, focused mainly on that direct
path between her nipples and her clit. It felt oh, so good.
She could feel herself beginning to lubricate. Her arms held
his head to her breasts, enjoying the feel of his tongue
flicking and, occasionally, his teeth gently nipping.
He released her breast and she allowed herself to drop
until her mouth was opposite his. He kissed her full on the
lips, taking pleasure in the rubbing of her hard nipples
against his chest. His tongue began to probe against her lips,
her teeth, until she opened her mouth to allow him in. Their
tongues battled furiously and their breathing quickened.
Suddenly he released her and she fell back onto the bed.
Her eyes opened. "Brat!"
He was already peeling her jeans off of her. They were
deposited on the floor. He reached for the panties then
stopped.
"I can see you're hot, babe," he murmured appreciatively
at the sight of the wet spot between her legs. "Let's just
get those off of you. I know something that we can use to
plug up that leak!" He patted his bulge.
She was naked and squirmed around on the bed for his
benefit, clasping her hands together in front of her and
squeezing with her arms to push her breasts up. She smiled
at the intense concentration he lavished on her breasts. She
knew what he liked!
"Come on, babe," he said finally, "help me get out of
these boots."
Why men had to wear those damned cowboy boots, when they
weren't going anywhere near a saddle, she'd never know. Still,
he did look good in them. She got up as he seated himself on
the bed. He brought one leg up and she straddled it, pulling
his foot up until the boot rested against her pussy. Jake
planted his other foot square against her ass and pushed. She
gave a grunt as the boot came off.
He had pulled off his sock by the time she had his other
boot lodged firmly between her thighs and up against her pussy.
His bare foot was now on her ass, but he wasn't pushing. His
toes squeezed and pressed her flesh, rocking her back and forth
on her boot, occasionally trying to burrow down between her
cheeks.
"Hey, cowboy, let's concentrate on business. I can think
of a better way to give my ass a workout than this." He loved
it when she talked like that.
"Okay, babe," he replied and shoved, hard. The boot came
off. He was standing by the time she had recovered her balance
and turned around. "Go ahead, babe, do the honors."
She grinned at him and popped his snap, dragged down the
zipper and peeled his jeans down his legs until they lay in
a puddle on the floor. His bulge was there in front of his
face, his aroma in her nostrils. She knew what he liked, but
decided to make him wait a bit. She blew through the material
of his shorts and tickled his balls. Her hands reached behind
him and her nails dragged down the back of his legs. He
shivered. She grabbed his ass cheeks and kneaded them.
"Come on, babe," his voice was husky.
"Say, 'please'." She laughed into his crotch, tracing the
line of his confined cock.
"*Please*." His legs were trembling now.
Jennie reached up and gripped the waist-band of his shorts
and hauled them down. His cock sprang free from its confinement,
straight and proud. She pushed him back gently and he sat on the
edge of the bed, spreading his legs, allowing her access.
"Oh, yes, babe." Warm moistness surrounded him as her mouth
came down over his cockhead. He shivered again as she began to
flick her tongue rapidly against the underside of his hardness.
Then her head was bobbing up and down, taking more and more of
him into her mouth with each stroke. He looked down on the
black veil which covered his manhood and smiled. It felt so
good, and he felt in control, seeing his wife's head bobbing up
and down. He placed his hand on her head and allowed it to rise
and fall with her movements then, taking control, guiding and
directing the speed at which she moved. He felt the joy well
up within him.
Joy wasn't all that was welling up. With every stroke his
excitement rose. Soon he would be at a peak. Too soon. He
slowed her and then stopped her altogether.
Jennie grinned lasciviously up at him and ran her tongue
along the tips of her teeth. With her head up he could see her
breasts again, those beautiful globes resting against his thighs,
nipples erect and begging to be sucked.
Jake pulled her up and swung her onto the bed which bounced
under the impact. She squealed in delight, throwing her arms
and legs wide, welcoming him. With a growl he threw himself
between her legs, kissing her roughly, then sliding back down
to feast on the mounds of her breasts. While he nibbled and
sucked on one teat, flicking the nipple with his tongue, he
rolled the other nipple between his fingers. Jennie was moaning
now, moving her head from side to side as the twin assaults on
her breasts lifted her ever higher. Her fingers entwined
themselves in his hair, pulling his head firmly into her breast.
Jake switched breasts, his free hand running up and down
Jennie's side, feeling her rounded buttock, caressing her thigh.
Jennie's legs were raised and brought back, opening her
pussy to him. Soon, soon, he thought, but first there was one
more thing. He moved up until he was kissing her once more, his
cockhead now at her portals.
"Yes, yes," she moaned, "come in me now."
"In a minute, babe, in a minute," he replied, reaching out
with his left hand for the strap which was tied to the bedpost.
He slipped it around her right wrist and pulled it tight, pulling
her arm above her head. Her eyes snapped open.
"Do we have to do it this way, Jake? I want so much to hold
you." Her eyes were pleading, but he was having none of it.
"You know you love it, babe." He was already fastening the
other strap about her left wrist and pulling it taut.
He was right, she did, but sometimes she liked to be able to
hold him as he made love to her. "Okay, Jake, for you." He
smiled down at her. "Then, would you go down on me - for me?"
"Aw, babe, you know I don't like to do that. Don't ruin it.
Just lie back, I promise you'll like this."
Jennie gasped as he thrust into her suddenly. She had
barely time to take a breath before he was driving into her
again, hard and fast. Now the only way she could breathe was
in gasps, his relentless pounding leaving her no other option.
Liquid fire began to spread outwards from her clit in waves,
warming her, sending her into paroxysms of moans, leaving her
legs trembling. Her nipples were rubbing against his chest,
sending out their own shockwaves which sent her head whipping
from side to side. She struggled against the straps which held
her wrists, wanting to hold him, surround him with her arms.
The straps held fast, preventing her this grace, leaving her
wide open and vulnerable.
It was too much, too fast. She locked her legs around him,
pushing her heels into his butt, trying to slow him down, slow
the pounding which was driving her wild.
Jake reached back and pulled her legs up, one at a time,
to rest on his shoulders. His weight trapped her. All she
could manage were some small gyrations and bouncing movements.
Other than that she was open to him, at his mercy. He grinned
down into her unfocused eyes. There would be no mercy. He
stepped up his pace, loving the jolts as he met her after
driving deep, loving the way her breasts were crushed by her
legs and his chest, reveling in her cries as she went out of
control, spiraling up in a huge orgasm.
She would be super sensitive now, he knew, yet still he did
not stop. He was too close himself. His balls tightened. She
was so warm and wet, so pliant and helpless under him. She could
do nothing but take it. Her cries became louder as she fought to
escape the pounding, yet could not.
With a shout of his own he came, his body jerking as he
drove into her that final time before collapsing, driving the
air out of her lungs.
Jake released her legs and they fell limply to the mattress,
no strength left in them. Now he was sensitive and he lay there,
on top of her without moving. Slowly, together, their breathing
slowed and became regular.
"How about next time I tie you up?" Jennie lifted her head
and kissed his cheek. "It could be fun."
Jake looked down on her with a hurt expression. "Aw, babe,
you know I don't like that idea. Why do you want me to do things
I don't want to do? I don't ask you to do what you don't like."
She had been bringing it up a lot, recently, and it was beginning
to trouble him. What was she after? What did she really want?
Jennie sighed. It was true, he didn't. On the other hand
she hadn't always liked the idea of being tied, herself. Yet she
had allowed it and learned to like it. Why couldn't he at least
try? "Sorry, honey, I just think you might find it fun. It can
be nice to give up control, honest, honey."
"It's okay, babe." He rose up on his elbows then pulled
out. She gasped as he came free. "I gotta take a shower.
Babe, you were terrific." He leaned down and gave her a tender
kiss on the lips. Then he gave each nipple a kiss before
getting up and walking to the bathroom.
"Hey, what about me. Untie me you big lug!"
"Don't worry, I'll be back soon. Don't go away now." He
chuckled at his little joke.
"Damn you, Jake Saunders," she whispered as she heard the
shower come on. She tried to reach the straps with her teeth,
but was unable. There was nothing she could do except wait.
"It's a good thing their bedroom window is on this side of
the building," chuckled Fred as he picked up the last box of the
supplies from the pick-up. "Otherwise the guests in the pool
would get an earful."
Kathy was standing with her back to the building, watching
Fred as he moved the goods into the storeroom. She had already
begun to like him. He didn't leer at her the way most men did,
and he treated her with respect and the friendly ease of long
time friends.
"Are they always that loud?" she asked.
"Hard to say," he grinned. "I only know when they are. For
all I know they could be at it all the time - quietly."
Kathy smiled at him. He paused a moment then, taking the
smile for encouragement he continued.
"I wonder if he has her tied up."
Kathy's brows shot up. She gave him a wicked smile. "My,
but aren't you kinky." He blushed. "What would give you that
idea?" He hesitated. "Come on Fred, out with it." It was an
order, but an order made softer by her smile.
"Well, Jennie had me move a new night table up to their
room one day and I saw that they had straps attached to the
bedposts." He grinned. "I don't think that she saw that I
noticed. Say, you won't tell anyone what I said, will you?" He
lifted up a box of frozen ground beef to take in to the kitchen.
Kathy considered him seriously for a moment. "If I don't,
then you'll owe me one. That okay by you?"
"Sure thing, Kathy." He didn't even stop to consider it.
Kathy smiled again.
"Oh, and call me Kat. I prefer it." She moved out from
the wall to walk with him to the kitchen.
"You got it, Kat. Fits you, too. You have a feline sort
of grace, very becoming. I guess that makes us even." She
stopped short.
"Pardon?" She was still smiling, but her smile was a
little strained.
"I owed you one. You asked me to call you Kat instead of
Kathy - I'm doing that, so we're even, right?" He smiled
brightly and turned to continue to the kitchen.
'Right.' The word was said silently.
Tom Calder leaned on the counter, reading the newspaper.
Movement outside the window caught his attention and he looked
up. It was Fred and he was walking with a short but lovely
looking woman. Way to go, Fred. He was proud of the boy. That
was some woman he'd picked up. About time, too.
Tom's thoughts went back several weeks to the first time
they'd met. It had been a hectic day - one of those days you
can never quite prepare for - when everyone and his brother
had come from out of nowhere, and they all wanted to eat.
Bill, the second cook and dishwasher, had a burr up his ass.
For two days something had been bothering him, eating away
at him. Tom had put up with it, put up with his ill tempered
comments and his complaints.
The lunch rush was finally about over, and Tom decided to
let Bill go early when suddenly another wave of customers had
come through the door.
"Shit. That's it, I quit," had come the startling comment
from Bill. He was joking, of course, and Tom had turned to
make light of it when he realized that Bill had taken off his
apron and was, indeed, leaving. He had quit.
If Tom had still been in the Forces and Bill had been his
subordinate, Bill would have been in so much trouble he'd never
have seen his way clear. As it was there was nothing Tom could
do but watch, in shock, as Bill left.
There was no way he could handle it alone. He'd run out
of clean dishes before half this new wave were served. And he
had no time to do any. Everyone else was busy and there was
no one he could call to for help. He looked in dismay as the
door opened and another four people walked in. What the hell
was going on today?
Then the distant looking black-haired youngster - anyone
under thirty was considered a youngster by Tom - had pushed
back from the counter and moved around towards the till. Tom
had gone to collect for the meal, but the man continued around
the counter, picked up Bill's apron, put it on and headed for
the dishwasher.
"Use a hand?" was all he asked.
"Hell, yes," Tom had replied. He was much too busy to
inquire further, much too smart to look a gift horse in the
mouth, and he said no more.
The youngster caught on quickly and began helping with
things other than the dishes. Once, when Tom had made to ask
for something, stopping as he realized he didn't even know
the stranger's name, the stranger had spoken. "Fred," he
introduced himself, then said no more.
After the rush was over and things were cleaned up, Fred
presented his check.
"To hell with that. It's us who owe you. Sit down and
have a piece of pie."
While Fred was eating, Jennie came in and Tom explained
the situation. She also thanked him. Fred didn't say much,
then he left.
At suppertime, Jennie had come in to give him a hand when
Fred showed up once more.
"That's my apron, I believe," he said to Jennie as she
was about to put it on. Wordlessly she handed it over to him.
The next day he'd filled out an application form and he'd been
there ever since.
It had been several weeks, and still Tom knew little about
Fred Nelson. He didn't talk much about himself. He was running
from something, but not the law, Tom knew. He enjoyed talking
to the highway patrol too much for that to be the case.
Whatever he had been, it had been something better than a
short order cook. His clothes and car were too expensive for
that to have been the case. Well, whatever he had been, Tom
was happy enough to have him. He was very friendly and
helpful and didn't try to upset Tom's applecart.
Tom had his own little empire going. He was king of
the lunch counter and probably most important employee of
Hotsprings Campsite. Mel, the laborer, looked up to him,
and Stacy, well Stacy was leery of him, but no threat at all.
Sooner or later she'd come around and he'd have her.
The door opened and Fred and his woman came into the
lunch counter. Fred set the ground beef down on the counter.
"Tom Calder, this is Kat O'Grady. Kat'll be looking after
the books, stock and whatever else Big Jake can foist on her."
He said it with a grin. "Kat, this is Tom, our cook. Taught
me everything I know about cooking. Whether or not he's a
good teacher, you'll have ample opportunity to decide later."
Tom's eyes narrowed. Suddenly he was no longer quite so
happy about Fred's conquest.
End of Chapter 1, Hotsprings by Delta.
HOTSPRINGS
Chapter 2
Fred's smile faded as he noticed that Tom had drawn
himself up to his full height and was looking at Kat with
suspicion. Kat, also, stood ramrod straight, gazing
unsmilingly directly into Tom's eyes. Like two fighters
sizing each other up, the thought came, unbidden, to Fred's
mind.
"Pleased to meet you Tom." She continued to look the
taller man straight in the eyes unwaveringly.
"Kat. Interesting name. You have claws?" His voice made
it a joke, though there was an undercurrent of hostility. He
also maintained his stare into her eyes.
Fred was a little disturbed by this clash of wills. He
didn't understand why Tom was making it difficult for Kat. He
was about to suggest that they continue the tour when Kat
replied.
"Sharp ones. Don't let them scratch you." Her warning
wasn't a joke, Fred would have sworn. Though her voice was
calm, there was a hint of excitement - a joy of battle? - in it.
"Never happen. I'm a careful man. Still, I've bagged a few
cats in my time. Nothing like a little time in the sack to take
the fight out of them. Generally they end up purring for me."
Tom fingered his mustache, a slight sneer on his lips. His eyes
were narrowed once more.
Fred wondered at the double entendres. He looked from one
to the other. Tom was braced against the counter, arms stiff,
face intense, eyes bleak. Though Kat appeared relaxed, Fred
could sense the tension singing just below the surface. A small
smile played about her lips.
"Cats are funny creatures. They can take your eyes out
before you can blink." Neither of the two had even blinked.
"One can never truly tame them." From a look of innocence
Kat's face changed to one of feral delight. The look was so
intense that Tom was taken aback. He looked away. The look
disappeared. If Fred had not been looking right at her at that
minute he would never have seen it.
"You'll be looking after stores? We'll have to get together
on the order. We're getting a little short of some things."
What ever the contest had been, Kat had won - for the
moment. She was gracious with her victory.
"Of course. It's important to keep stock up. No one likes
to be told that their selection can't be had."
Tom nodded.
"Well, let's go see the rest of the complex." Fred just
wanted to get Kat out of the lunch counter. "You'll love the
pool, I bet."
"Later, Tom," Kat said as she turned to follow Fred.
"Yeah, later."
"What was that all about?" Fred wanted to know, though he
suspected he knew already. While they had passed by the pool,
and he had pointed out its features, she had remained in
silence - until they rounded the corner of the building and were
walking past the laundry.
"Nothing much. Let's just say we recognized each other and
let each other know where we stand." Kat was pumped, Fred
thought.
She stopped and took a lungful of air. Fred took several
steps before he realized that she was no longer with him. He
turned and saw her breathing deeply and his own breath caught.
Her back was to the sun and the thin dress she was wearing was
translucent, showing the outline of her body beneath it.
"Wow!"
Kat focused on him. "What is it?"
"You're beautiful, standing there."
"Why thank you, Fred."
"I think I'm in love." It was half joke, half serious.
"Be careful, Fred, I generally demand proof of love from my
men." She frowned slightly as he began to chuckle. "Are you
laughing at me?"
"Never," he declared. "I wouldn't dare. I find the
concept amusing, though. I don't think one can deliberately
'prove' one's love. One can only prove one's desperation.
Proof of love is more spontaneous and takes time and the proper
situations."
Kat looked at him consideringly. Yes, indeed, he was very
quick. They rounded the corner and were headed back towards the
office a sudden cry caught their attention. They both had to
laugh.
"At it again, I see," Kat chuckled. "I guess the boss
didn't need that nap after all."
"I guess not. Come on and we'll go meet Stacy."
"Stacy?"
"She's working in the office. Books the sites, handles
questions, gives out keys to the showers - that sort of stuff.
You'll be working in there, too. She's good people. You'll
like her.
Kat stood up and stretched. It had been a long morning.
Big Jake might know how to keep people happy, but he sure didn't
know how to keep books properly.
It would be a challenge to bring order out of the chaos,
to raise the operation of Hotsprings Campsite to the level
of efficiency she knew it could attain, saving the Saunders a
fair piece of change in the process. That was no problem -
she loved a challenge.
Kat glanced out the office door, across the counter,
and through the window to the outside. Fred passed across
her field of vision. Speaking of challenges, she smiled to
herself, there were more challenges here than simply getting
the campsite running efficiently.
"Let's knock off for lunch, Kat." Stacy stood in the
doorway. "Nothing much happens around here 'til about 2 p.m.
We can get Tom to cook us up a hamburger, or something."
Stacy was a good looking woman in her early twenties. She
was introverted, Kat thought, which was promising. After Fred
had introduced them, the day before, Stacy had taken pains to
show Kat everything she thought Kat should be aware of. She
had a need to please, thought Kat. That was a very useful
trait, one which she could well take advantage of. Kat looked
Stacy up and down. Light Brown hair, wide forehead, blue eyes
wide set in an oval face - very nice. She was a little taller
than Kat was (who wasn't?), a little thicker through the body
with, surprise, surprise, large breasts.
Big Jake was in charge of the hiring and as both of the
female employees, as well as his wife, were large breasted,
Kat figured it was no coincidence. That was another very useful
piece of information.
Stacy became aware of Kat's scrutiny and looked down at her
white blouse and dark blue knee length skirt. "Is something
wrong?" she asked, straightening her clothes.
"No," Kat licked her lips, smiling, "everything's just
fine."
Stacy blushed.
"Good idea, lunch. I could do with a break." Kat followed
Stacy out of her office, around the counter and out the door into
the hot sunshine. It was another cloudless day. That was good.
As long as the fine weather kept up, business would be good.
Tom looked up as the two women strolled by the window and in
through the door. There were several customers in the room and
Tom was busy at the counter.
"Good morning, ladies. What'll it be?"
They ordered hamburgers, fries and milkshakes, then moved
to one of the booths and sat down. Kat noticed Stacy glancing
surreptitiously at Tom.
"Strange," she finally spoke.
"What's that?" Kat inquired.
"Tom. Usually he leers at me. He makes me uncomfortable
sometimes - but he is a good cook, that's why I often come here
for lunch instead of making my own upstairs - yet today he seems
very civil."
"Does he come on to you?"
"Yes, well, no, but I think he'd like to. I put him off as
much as I can, he knows I don't like it, and I think that's why
he does it. I don't like being pressured. It's hard."
Kat shook her head, trying to make sense of Stacy's little
speech. The important part was clear, however, and Kat's teeth
bared in a feral grin. This would be an interesting place
indeed. She considered the possibilities.
"I'll get it." Stacy was getting up and Kat noticed that
Tom had put their plates up on the counter.
As Stacy returned with the meals, the door opened and Fred
walked in. He waved at the two women as he walked up to the
counter and took a stool.
"How about a burger, Tom? No onions."
"Sure thing, Fred." Tom flipped a burger on the grill.
"Couple of good looking women, huh?"
Tom glanced over at Stacy and Kat. "Take my advice and stay
away."
"What?" Fred knew he meant Kat. "She seems nice enough to
me. What's your beef?"
"Word to the wise - just keep your distance."
"She said that you recognized each other. Do you know her
from somewhere?" Fred was curious because Tom had never warned
him away from another woman before - not even Stacy who, Fred
was sure, he wanted for himself.
"Never seen her before yesterday. Seen her type though.
Yeah, guess I did recognize her." Tom turned back and flipped
the burger. He pulled the fries out of the fat and set them to
drain, then turned back.
"So?"
"She's one of them bitches who likes to give orders, Fred.
She won't take none, but she loves to give 'em. You watch her
close. She'll never give anything away. She does you a favor,
she'll want one in return." He took the bun out of the toaster,
spread the mayonnaise and put on the shredded lettuce. The
burger was plopped down on that and topped with a pickle. A few
seconds later the plate was in front of Fred. "Just don't ever
owe her anything." Tom turned to wait on a young couple who had
walked in and taken seats down the counter.
Fred's thoughts went back to the previous day as he smeared
on relish and mustard, closed the bun and took a big bite. Some
points from his conversations with Kat began to make sense and he
smiled down at the hamburger. It was good, as usual, but his
smile was for things to come. It was going to be a very
interesting summer after all.
Tom returned and prepared plates for the orders of fish and
chips he'd dropped into the deep fryer. Fred saw his gaze drift
over to the women, then back again.
"How about you, Tom. You worried about her?"
"Me?" Tom was surprised. "Nah. I stay away from her
kind. 'Sides, I don't like taking orders, and no way she could
get me to. No use taking any chances, though, so with her
it'll be business and nothing else. Wouldn't mind giving it to
her," he eyed Kat once again, "but that won't happen either.
It'd all have to be done her way.
"Say, kid, do me a favor?" Tom turned back to the fryer
and pulled up the fish and chips, leaving them to drain.
"You got it, Tom. What?"
"Close up for me tonight. Right after we close I got
something to do." He nodded towards the far booth.
Fred casually looked over to see a woman sitting there,
toying with her chips. Fred held back his smile. "Sure thing,
Tom. I'll do clean up for you. Taking her up to your room?"
"Nah. She's alone and got a camper. Gonna be a hot night
and I'm not just talking about the weather." Tom grinned.
Kat caught the glances that the woman in the far booth was
sending towards Tom. This could be good. She fixed the image
of the woman in her mind. Then she had a thought.
"Say, Stacy, do you recognize that woman?" Kat motioned
with her head.
Stacy turned and looked. "Yes, I think so. She came in
yesterday. I think she has a camper-van. Why?"
"Can you remember what site she's in?"
"Not off-hand, but it would be no problem to find out.
What's going on?"
"I'm not sure, myself," Kat replied, then changed the subject.
"How would you like it if I got Tom off your back? No more sly
innuendoes, no more leers, no more suggestions?"
Stacy's face lit up. "You can do that?"
"I think so."
"Oh, that'd be great. If you can do that I'd owe you - big
time. Anything you want - just ask. It'd be such a relief.
It's great working here - it's such a beautiful place, but
sometimes it can be miserable when they hit on me."
"They?"
"Tom and Big Ja . . ." Stacy's voice trailed off. She
looked down at her plate.
"Big Jake, too?" Kat's voice was full of compassion.
Stacy kept looking down and didn't see how bright Kat's eyes
became.
"I shouldn't have said anything, Kat. It's my problem."
Her voice was hushed.
"Not any more, Stacy, not any more. I'll handle it now."
"You will?" Stacy's head came up, a mixture of immense
relief and gratitude shining in her eyes. "You ever need
anything, just ask."
Kat's voice was very matter of fact. "Okay, Stacy, I will."
"Good." Stacy looked at her watch. "I guess I'd better get
back to the office. It shouldn't be left closed for too long."
The two women moved back to the counter to pay for their
meals. Staff received a substantial discount, but mostly they
cooked their own meals in the communal kitchen upstairs. Tom
took the money and rang in the bill. Stacy turned to go, but
Kat held her back.
"Tom." She stood straight, looking imperious. Her red
hair tumbled about her shoulders, giving the impression of a
powerful aura. She was quite imposing, yet Tom looked down at
her, unmoved.
"Yeah?"
"Stacy is with me, now. Understand?" Kat spoke quietly
yet forcefully. She waited for a response and when none was
forthcoming continued, "That means you will treat her with
respect. No slips, no forgetting yourself. Understand?"
Tom looked at the waiting women. He pursed his lips, then
grinned. "Okay, Kathy, I'll do as you ask."
There was a flash of triumph on Stacy's face. Kat waved
her off and Stacy left the lunch counter. Kat had not yet
finished with Tom. He knew it and was waiting.
"The name is Kat," she corrected him, "and I am not asking.
If you try to cross me, you will regret it." Her eyes were
cold, the threat real.
Tom smiled at her, his most condescending smile. "Well,
Kathy, it isn't that simple. You're new here and don't know
some of the relevant facts. If you mess with me, it'll be me who
makes your life miserable." Tom kept his voice down, matching
Kat's. The only one who could hear them was Fred. "However, I
know what's coming, and the pussy deserves it, so I'll do as you
ask - as a favor." He turned away, dismissing Kat.
Fred, who was watching the interplay with interest, saw
Kat stiffen, her mouth a tight line. She paused, then spun
on her heel and walked toward the door. As she opened it Tom
called after her.
"You owe me one, Kathy." She stopped for a moment, then
walked out without turning again. Fred dropped some money
on the counter and Tom came over to collect.
"Were you being straight with her? Can you make her life
miserable?" Fred wanted to know. If he was being straight,
then he had to have something on Big Jake.
Tom grinned at him. "Hell, no. Why should I be? Thing
is, you can't show weakness. Not to one like her. She'll
have to be careful - she won't know if I'm lying. She'll
dig around, but won't be able to find anything. But she
won't know, for certain, if I have some card hidden away.
"Did you see her when I told her she owed me?" Tom
laughed quietly. "Like I hit her. Remember what I told
you?"
Fred stood. "I hope you know what you're doing. See
you at closing." It was his day off and he decided he'd take
a soak in the pool.
Stacy was almost dancing around the office when Kat
stepped through the door. Her eyes were bright and shining.
"You sure told him, Kat. It was great. Just great."
"Settle down, Stacy. I told you I'd take care of it.
As long as I say you are with me, he'll leave you alone."
Kat rounded the counter and headed back toward the inner
office.
Stacy suddenly sobered as the import of Kat's words
sank in. 'As long as I say you are with me'. As long as.
Stacy looked apprehensively at Kat's back.
"Kat?"
"Yes." Kat turned around and directed her calm gaze
at Stacy, who suddenly had to look away.
"Linda Johnson. A18."
"Pardon?" Kat was confused.
"The woman you pointed out. Her name is Linda Johnson.
She's staying in a camper van in campsite A18. She's alone.
She has engaged the site for two nights. She leaves tomorrow
morning."
Kat smiled, but the smile never reached her eyes. "Good,
Stacy, very good." She turned and went to the desk in the
inner office.
Stacy felt warm and happy. She had begun to repay the
debt. If she kept Kat happy then Kat would never remove her
protection. She began to hum. She was free of Tom. It was
a great day.
"Stacy." Kat's voice came through the open doorway.
"Yes, Kat," she called back.
"Stacy, I like to see who I'm talking to." The voice was
a little bit colder.
Stacy's stomach jumped and she went quickly to the inner
office. "I'm sorry, Kat," she apologized. "What is it?"
Kat gazed at her coldly while her stomach twisted
nervously. Finally she nodded and Stacy relaxed. "Who is
this Mel?"
"Mel? He's the maintenance man. He looks after the
upkeep of the place. Keeps the pool clean, looks after the
laundry, keeps it supplied with soap. That sort of thing."
"Why haven't I seen him?"
"He was in town yesterday. He should be back anytime
now. I'm sure you'll meet him at supper."
Kat dismissed her with a wave and returned to the books
in front of her.
The sulfurous smell of the mineral hotsprings permeated
the air. Fred leaned back against the side of the pool as the
heat pulled his very life's energy from him. A vast ennui
enveloped him and his eyes closed as he allowed the motion
of the water to slowly rock him back and forth.
A sudden current caught his attention and one eye opened
to watch one of the guests move slowly past him. There were
maybe ten or fifteen of them in the pool, and they were the
cause of the currents, though the jets of hot water certainly
contributed. Fred's eyes closed again and he felt at one with
his surroundings. The guests were blocked from his mind and
all that existed was the pool, the trees and him. The gentle
rocking sent him somewhere far away. He didn't realize he was
gone until suddenly he was back.
"You look delightfully relaxed." The voice was a soft
whisper in his ear. Looking up through slitted eyes, head back,
he saw Kat. The sun shining through her mane made it seem as if
her hair were a halo of fire.
He groaned, smiled lazily and pushed his way to his feet
in the chest deep water. He turned to face her. "What time
is it?" he asked. She told him. He gave a small moan. "Ah,
time to get out, I guess." He heaved himself up onto the side
where he sat breathing heavily at the exertion. "It sure
takes everything out of you. You'll have to try it."
A splash from the other side of the pool attracted their
attention. A young woman pulled herself out of the pool and
walked toward the change rooms and showers. Unconsciously
Fred followed her with his eyes.
"You like her?" The voice in his ear again.
"Her?" Fred paused, remembering how Tom had advised him
to give nothing away. "I was just thinking that she had the
right idea. A nice cold shower would do wonders for me just
now." He slowly shook his head. "If, that is, I can still
make it to my feet."
"Who is that?"
Fred followed Kat's gaze and saw Mel working the lock to
the supply room. He realized she hadn't met him yet, and
wondered if he should warn him about her - if, in fact, Tom
was right. He decided not to, he didn't owe Mel anything.
"That's Mel. He's our . . ."
"Ah, so that's Mel. I'll go over and introduce myself."
Kat rose and walked, hips swaying, around the pool. Fred
wondered if the sensuous walk was for his benefit. If it was,
it was wasted. Well, not wasted entirely, for he enjoyed the
sight, but wasted as far as any plan of ensnarement was
concerned.
He pushed himself to his feet, overcoming the threat
of dizziness caused by the sapping heat of the pool, and
slowly trod off towards the showers. He would catch a few
hours sleep then give Tom a break so he could be with his
catch of the day.
By the time that Kat reached the supply room, Mel had
disappeared inside. She tried the door but found, to her
surprise, that it was locked from the inside. She contemplated
knocking, then decided against it. Instead she returned to
the office. There she found Mrs. Saunders giving Stacy a
break.
"Hello, Mrs. Saunders. How are you?" Kat asked cheerfully.
"Oh, hi, Kathy. I'm fine, thank-you. How are you coping?"
"Pretty well. There is one thing, though. I'll need to
get into the store room and there doesn't seem to be a key for
it in the office. I don't want to have to go around asking Mel
every time I need to check something out. Is there any chance
I could get a key to it?" Although it was true that she would
need to check inventory, Mel's action in locking the door behind
him had made her extremely curious and she wanted to be able to
go through the room without him around and before he knew she
would be going in.
Jennie thought for a moment, then smiled and reached into
her pocket. "Here, Kathy." She handed Kat a key. "It's a
passkey. It will get you in anywhere. I have a spare on my
key chain. If you are going to do your job properly I guess
you'll need one anyway."
"Thanks, Mrs. Saunders." Kat was more thankful than Jennie
could have guessed.
"You're welcome, Kathy. Oh, and Kathy, call me Jennie,
please. Mrs. Saunders is much too formal. We're a pretty
informal bunch around here."
"Okay, Jennie." Kat smiled her agreement, while she
thought, 'not for much longer'.
"You've been working awfully hard, why don't you take a
soak in the pool before it gets crowded."
"Thank-you, Jennie, that's an excellent idea." Kat
strode out. Where better to keep an eye on the supply room
door?
Kat was floating blissfully in the pool when Mel stepped
out of the supply room. He looked about, furtively it seemed,
then locked the door and headed off.
Now, what could you be hiding, Kat wondered. She
watched his blonde head disappear around the corner before
she thrust herself out of the pool.
"Whoa," she panted. Fred had been right, the hotsprings
did take it all out of you. She waited a few minutes cooling
in the warm breeze before she levered herself to her feet,
picked up her sun bag from the chair where she had left it,
and made her way to the door.
It was dark inside, even with the light on, after the
brightness of the day. Something tugged at her senses,
something so light that it took her a minute to place it.
Once she had placed it, it was an odor, a 'cat got the
canary' look came over her face. "Where to begin, where
to begin," she muttered to herself, looking around the room.
Fifteen minutes later Kat exited the supply room, feeling
very pleased with herself.
"Okay, Tom, you're sprung." Fred slipped in the door,
sliding the sign from 'open' to 'closed'. He noted that there
were only two customers left inside and that Tom had most of
the clean-up done already.
"Thanks, kid." Tom pulled off his apron. "They've
already paid, so there's not much left to do. Appreciate it,
though."
"Go get her!"
Tom grinned. "You bet." He hurried out the door heading
for his room. He needed a quick shower before paying a visit
to Linda. He passed the office, not noticing Kat and Stacy
watching from behind the counter. As the door to the stairs
closed behind him, the door to the office opened and Kat
slipped out.
The evening sun was down behind the trees as Tom made
his way to site A18. He breathed in, luxuriously, of the aroma
of earth, trees and flowers. It was truly beautiful here.
He exhaled in a long sigh, then sniffed the air. He enjoyed
picking out the different smells. He had always had a
sensitive nose. It was part of what made him a good cook.
Although there was more money to be made elsewhere, in the
camps, for example, this setup was as good as it got, for here
he was surrounded by beauty and, better still, women.
More and more women, these days, were holidaying on
their own and Hotsprings Campsite was like a magnet. True,
most of the guests were families, still, there were enough
single women to make it very enjoyable - and the odd few
married ones who didn't mind a roll in the sack while their
husbands were off playing outdoorsmen. It was a good place
to be.
The camper van was nestled in among some trees. A tarp
had been erected making a small veranda beside the vehicle.
Netting hung down to keep the bugs at bay. Linda was well
prepared, it seemed. The tall trees gave enough shade that
the interior of the camper would not be unbearably hot, yet
not so much that the site would be gloomy.
The windows which faced into the veranda were open and
from the inside gentle music issued forth. Tom grinned in
anticipation. A wide grin appeared on Linda's face as well
as she caught sight of Tom through a window. She beckoned
him in.
Linda was in her middle to late thirties. A good age,
thought Tom. A time where a woman knew what she wanted and
went out to get it. A time before the body started to slip
and a time near the height of sexual awareness. Also a time
for single women when the desperation began filtering into the
consciousness. All in all a good place to hunt. Not that
he had anything against younger women - or older for that
matter. Hell, women even into their middle fifties could
provide him with a great deal of excitement. However, the
late thirties were his favorite. And Linda fit right in
there.
She kept herself in good shape though she carried, perhaps,
a couple of extra pounds beyond what was needed. Her breasts
were exquisite - a little smaller than average - with nice pink
nipples. He smiled at the memory.
She had watched him yesterday evening and made her decision
that night. This morning she had been the first one in for
breakfast when he opened. She had sat at the counter and
talked with him, judging how willing he might be. She must
have been pretty sure of herself for, with one quick look
to make sure there was no one else about, she had lifted
her top to give him a good look. "These can be yours tonight
after work - if you're up to it." He was up to it, all right.
In fact, he could feel the stirring in his loins right now.
"It's good to see you, Tom. I was beginning to wonder
if you'd show." Her bright eyes made a lie of that statement.
She damn well knew he'd be here.
"I had to shower and shave. Wouldn't want to give you
whisker burn." He looked at her thighs, soft and lightly
tanned below the cutoffs. "Skin there looks tender."
Linda laughed, delightedly. "I like it when a man knows
what he wants." She shivered in anticipation and shook her
head, her short blonde hair flying about. "Come here and
give me a hug, you brute."
He sat next to her and hugged her tightly to him as she
responded in kind. There was a light, almost intangible,
touch of perfume about her. He loved women who knew how
to wear perfume. Just enough to turn the head, to make a
man wonder what it was which had attracted his attention,
just that hint. With his sense of smell, much more than that
was too much. The scent was just too fine to identify, besides,
his heart wasn't in it. There was a fine, live woman in his
arms, why worry about her perfume?
Tom nuzzled her neck and she moved her head allow him
better access. He lick-kissed his way from her ear to the
hollow of her shoulder then back up again, to her quiet moans.
She was breathing faster, now, murmuring unintelligible words.
With one arm he drew her to him, leaving the other free
to roam up and down her side, trailing over her lap and down
her thigh to her knee and up again, lightly brushing against
her breast through her blouse.
"You're making me all wet," she murmured in his ear.
"Let me get out of my cutoffs and panties before they get all
wet too." Her cutoffs were on the way to the floor when his
hand caught hers attemping to remove her panties. He moved her
hand back up behind his neck, kissing his way down to her breast
at the same time. With his nose he pushed the half unbuttoned
blouse away from her breast, baring it to his seeking lips and
tongue.
"It'll keep, Linda, it'll keep," she heard him say as
his mouth found her breast. Shivering as he tongued the
nipple, she pulled his head against her breast, forcing it
inside his mouth. His small humming sounds calmed and excited
her further at the same time. It felt so good to have him
suckling at her breast, so obviously enjoying it. She twined
her fingers in his hair and held him to her breast. His tongue
flicked at her nipple, sending waves of joy up and down her
body. Then his mouth was gone and she felt bereft. It only
lasted a moment as he sought out and found her other breast.
Somehow he'd unbuttoned the rest of her blouse as he'd
been working on her. She hadn't noticed. Now it hung open
and his free hand moved up and began stroking all around and
over the abandoned breast, comforting and pleasing it. Linda
let out a hum of contentment as she allowed him to continue his
ministrations. There was wetness and warmth, the wetness
spreading to her panties as the warmth spread through and
through her. The humming became little moans.
Tom heard the moans and caught the whiff of her aroma on
the air. He took a deep breath, enjoying her fragrance, still
licking and sucking her breast. He ran his fingers along the
undersides of her breast and felt her give another little
shiver to relax all the little tensions which were building
in her. He felt the tension building, himself, and moved
slightly to give his growing cock a little more room.
Releasing her breast, he ran a line of small kisses
across her mouth and cheek until he reached and nibbled on
her earlobe. "Oh, God, you're beautiful," he breathed into
her ear and felt her arms tighten about him. "I love those
beautiful breasts and the way your nipples stand out." He
emphasized the words with little tweaks, which brought a
gasp.
"Let's move to the bed," she whispered and he helped her
to the wide bed which took up much of the space at the back
of the van.
She was on her back with her legs draped over the side
of the bed; he lay beside and above her, propped up on his
elbow kissing her lips as he stroked her from neck to thighs.
He began concentrating on her thighs with occasional
forays up to her mound, avoiding her pussy. Her legs opened
of their own volition and he grinned down at her. He was
driving her crazy and he knew it. She sought his hand to
press it, through her panties, to her now thoroughly wet pussy.
He brought his fingers up to his nose and took a deep breath.
"You smell wonderful," Tom said. She smiled back at him.
"Mind if I get a little closer?"
"Please."
He grabbed a pillow and dropped it on the floor and knelt
on it, between her legs. He caressed the soft skin of her
inner thighs and was rewarded by a long sigh. The musky odor
was stronger here and his excitement grew. He began kissing
her soft skin, eliciting moans and soft cooing sounds. She
was starting to quiver. He hooked his fingers under her
waistband and drew the panties off of her. He then stood,
folded them and started stuffing them in his pocket.
"What are you doing with my panties?" She looked at him
quizzically.
"I wouldn't want to forget them when I go," he answered.
"Ah," she smiled, "something to remember me by."
"Something to remember you by," he agreed as he undid his
pants and allowed them to fall in a puddle on the floor.
"Want me to sign them," she grinned.
"You already have."
Outside, Kat straightened up and began to make her way
back to the complex. She had heard enough and was tired of
fighting off the insects.
Tom was back between Linda's legs, kissing the inner
thighs once more, but now venturing higher and giving the
occasional lick to her lips. She felt the excitement in her
growing, pulsing. He was now licking her like an icecream
cone, long, smooth licks. She ran her nails up and down
over her stomach breasts and sides, feeling the vibrations
from her skin joining in the deep vibrations coming from her
pussy and nipples as they were licked and stroked.
Linda lifted her legs, setting them on Tom's shoulders,
drawing him in, focusing him. Her clit was aching for attention
and it received it. She bucked as an electrical jolt whipped
up and down her body. "Oh, God, yes," she moaned.
Linda writhed on the bed, tossing her head back and forth
as Tom concentrated on her clit. He was driving her higher and
higher. She reached down and grabbed his hair again and pulled
him harder to her. Her clit was getting a lashing and she knew
she couldn't hold out much longer. His finger pierced her for
the first time and she gave a small shout. It moved in and out
in time to his tongue. Now there were two fingers in her,
penetrating, sliding and stroking. Her breathing was ragged,
stopping, holding, drawing long shuddering breaths. Her muscles
were quivering, jumping, and all that energy inside was ready
to burst free.
Tom was surrounded by her odor and in heaven. He licked
and nibbled and knew she was close as she ground her pussy
into his face. He was riding her waves of ecstasy, following
her as she bucked and plunged, twisted and turned. He wouldn't
let her escape, his tongue flicking and pressing, smoothing and
lashing.
It was too much. He felt every muscle in her body tense,
then she was gone. A short low scream was torn from her throat
and her muscles jerked her upright. She pulled him up to her,
wrapping her arms around him kissing him, tasting herself on his
lips and sinking back down. Slowly she relaxed.
"Thank you, baby, oh thank you," she whispered in his ear.
"Any time, Linda, any time."
Their legs were entwined and she could feel his cock, hard
and fat, against her.
"Come inside me, baby."
"You sure you're ready?"
"Come inside me, now." He didn't move. "Please?" she begged.
Her breath was forced out as he complied. It felt so good
to be filled again. He began moving and she knew it was going
to be a long, wonderful night.
End Chapter 2 of HOTSPRINGS by Delta.
HOTSPRINGS
Chapter 3
"Here's the software you asked for, Kathy. You really
think it will make a difference?" Big Jake looked at the
box he was holding for a second before handing it to Kat.
He had come around the desk to hand it to her, ensuring
that the combination of his height and her being seated
would give him a good look down the top of her dress. Kat
recognized this and smiled demurely up at him.
"It will give us an easy way to track expenses by
categories. We'll have a much better grip on where the money
is going and where it is coming from. Yes, it will make
a difference, Big Jake," Kat answered. Big Jake didn't look
especially happy about that. Perhaps it was the cost of the
software, perhaps it was something else. Kat decided she
would redouble her efforts to sort out the mess that
comprised the books of Hotsprings Campsite. "It will also
save a lot of time, time which can then be spent on other
things. Basically, you'll be saving the salary of one
employee."
"Anything else you need me for, just now?" Big Jake
moved back around the desk, twirling his keys around his
finger. "I strained my back a little and I think I'll take
a dip in the pool then have a little rest before dinner" he
explained.
"No, thanks Big Jake. You've been a big help. I may
have more questions later, but for now I have my work cut
out for me." Kat was looking at the papers and books which
covered the desk, yet was well aware of the long looks Big
Jake was lavishing on her breasts. It was difficult not
to smile.
"Kat?" Stacy was at the door.
"Yes, Stacy."
"Here's the salad you wanted." Stacy squeezed past Big
Jake, who made no effort to give her more room, and placed
the salad on the desk. Kat dismissed her and she squeezed
her way back out past Big Jake. He had moved fractionally
to give her even less room on the way out, causing her breasts
to lightly brush against his arm as she went past.
Kat could see Stacy's jaw was tight. She would have to
do something about this - soon. Big Jake would have to learn
to back off where her people were concerned. She couldn't have
distractions like this disrupting the subtle training which
was going on. Her eyes were mild, however, as she looked
up at Big Jake, whose glance had followed Stacy out of the
room.
"Well, I'd better get at it. I hope your back gets
better fast, Big Jake."
Big Jake was licking his lips as he turned his attention
back to her and gave a wave. "Thanks, Kathy." He turned
and left, giving Stacy a long look as he passed the counter
on his way to the door.
"Stacy."
"Yes, Kat?" She had arrived at the door in seconds.
She was learning.
Kat looked up from the computer which wasn't cooperating
with her at all. The damn program wouldn't function. She'd
never had any problem with it before in other places
"Where's Fred?"
"He should be doing prep for the supper hour, Kat."
Stacy was nervous. She didn't know why Kat elicited that
response in her. All she knew was that she had to keep on
her toes at all times.
"Ask him to come here."
"Yes, Kat." She turned to go.
"And Stacy . . ." Stacy turned back. "Stacy, all this
desk work has me a little stiff again. We'll close the office
for a half hour when you bring Fred back."
Stacy looked down and blushed. "Yes, Kat." Her voice was
subdued.
Stacy left to do Kat's bidding. It was a beautiful day
outside, yet she didn't notice it. Her mind was on the previous
night. Kat had returned, from where ever it was she had gone,
complaining that she was stiff. Stacy had been in the process
of winding down her day when Kat had come through the door.
Again Stacy had noticed the almost regal bearing of the smaller
woman. There was something about her which made you step back
and take notice. She was a woman accustomed to giving orders.
Stacy began reliving her memory.
"Stacy. I have a stiff back. After you close the office
come to my room. I need a backrub." There was no question in
Kat's mind but that Stacy would obey. She didn't wait around
for questions, she simply turned on her heel and left.
Stacy's jaw was left hanging open. It was true that
she owed Kat a favor, still, Kat could have asked. This
ordering her about wasn't necessary. She considered bringing
this up to Kat but the very idea caused her to quake inside.
What if Kat became angry? How much worse would her position
with Tom be if Kat left or withdrew her protection? It had
been bad enough before.
With no little trepidation Stacy knocked on Kat's door.
"Enter." She had obeyed, hesitantly.
"You are late." It was an accusation demanding an
explanation. Kat's eyes had been hard and cold.
"I'm sorry, Kat." She was shaking. "Some guests showed up
just before I closed. I had to wait on them." It seemed to her
that, although she had accepted the explanation, Kat was not
thrilled with it. "I'm really sorry, Kat," she apologized again.
"Enough." Kat made a quick motion with her hand, cutting
Stacy off. "I'm stiff and a bit sore. A back rub would be
very pleasing just now."
"You know, Kat," Stacy wanted to be helpful, "soaking in
the pool does wonders to relax you."
The reply was so cold Stacy shivered. "If I wanted to soak
in the pool, I'd be there now." Kat turned to let Stacy unzip
the back of her dress - much to Stacy's dismay. "Well, unzip
it. I'm not going to have you give me a back rub through the
dress. I like the friction of skin on skin."
Stacy unzipped the dress and Kat stepped out of it. She
seemed to be waiting for something and, with some shock, Stacy
realized Kat intended that she unhook her bra as well. With
trembling hands Stacy unhooked the bra. Kat hung it carefully
on the chair, and lay down. Her shoes and stockings had been
removed previously. Only a pair of silken panties stood
between Kat and total nudity.
As Kat turned to lie down, Stacy got a good look at her
breasts and her breath caught. They were wonderfully formed,
with lovely brown nipples centered in light brown areolae.
What had caused her breath to catch, however, was seeing that
the nipples were erect, as if Kat were excited. She blushed.
Fortunately Kat was turning to lie down and couldn't see.
Stacy approached the bed and sat on the side of it. There was
massage oil already sitting on the night table and she put
a few drops in her palm and rubbed her hands together.
Her hands were trembling as they reached out and touched
Kat's back. She made a few tentative strokes and was rewarded
by a small sigh from the woman below her. Some of her
nervousness subsided and she began long strokes up and down
Kat's back. Stacy knew she wasn't a great masseuse, although
there had been few complaints from her previous boyfriend, and
hoped that Kat would find her adequate to the task.
Her position, due to the height of the bed, was not a
good one for pressure strokes, but she did her best. As she
developed a rhythm her nervousness disappeared.
"Stacy." Her stomach fluttered.
"Yes, Kat?"
"You can get better pressure if you straddle my legs -
sit on the back of my thighs." Stacy hesitated. "Now, Stacy."
Thoughts went racing through her head. Should she run,
leave the room? Should she obey? What were the consequences
of each action? She desperately wished to run, instead she
obeyed and climbed up on the bed. Her skirt ran up her
thighs as she knelt over Kat.
Kat had been correct. She did have much better position
there and she put her weight to good use. Kat's quiet groans
testified to that. However, the job she was doing didn't
suit Kat's standards, for she began directing Stacy where and
how to stroke.
It was fortunate, Stacy thought, that she had quite an
aptitude for learning. Kat didn't seem the patient type.
The feel of Kat's skin under her hands had been a little
exciting. Eliciting the moans from her even more so. Every
time Kat gave any indication of enjoying the work Stacy was
doing, Stacy felt her heart leap. If she were able to keep
Kat happy, Kat would keep Tom away.
At last Kat had dismissed her, not even thanking her.
It had been hard work and she had been sweating by the end
of it. She went to her room to take a shower.
"Hi, Stacy, what's up?" Fred's voice brought her back
to the present.
"Kat would like to see you in the inner office as soon
as you can manage it."
"And she sent you to tell me?" Fred was a little
indignant. "What's wrong with her, broken a leg? I have half
a mind to get you to tell her to come herself if she wants to
talk to me. Does she think I have nothing better to do?"
Stacy became visibly agitated. "Please come, Fred.
Don't send me back with that message. Please?"
Fred relented. It wasn't Stacy with whom he was angry.
"Okay, Stacy, I'll come along and see what it is Kat wants."
Stacy looked pathetically grateful. "Is it worth it, Stacy?"
She was confused. "Is what worth it?"
"Your relationship with Kat. I don't like seeing you
so worried about what she might think." He patted her on
the shoulder kindly as she led him out the door.
"She's protecting me, Fred. It feels so good to know
that she cares about me, better to know that Tom will be
leaving me alone."
"That sort of protection carries a price-tag. Is it
worth it?"
"She's good to me," Stacy began defending Kat.
"I'm not saying otherwise, Stacy. All I am asking is,
is it worth the price?"
"Yes." The word was spoken defiantly.
"Then it's okay. I'd just hate to see you get hurt."
Fred's voice was mild.
"You're sweet, Fred, but I know what I'm doing." Stacy
wondered if she did, but wasn't going to admit that.
They walked into the office and Fred went to the inner
office while Stacy returned to her desk.
"Ah, Fred, do you know anything about computers?" Kat
asked him. "I can't get this program up and working. I
figured you would probably have some ideas."
The woman had some cheek - calling him in on the off
chance he knew about computers. If he didn't, then the whole
trip was a waste of time. Who the hell did she think she was?
He nodded to himself - of course. It's what she would do, being
who she was.
"I know a little. Let me take a look."
Kat vacated her seat for him and he sat down. She sat on
the edge of the desk and watched him carefully, as if she were
studying him. Which she probably was, he thought, grimly. Ten
minutes later he was finished. He stood and relinquished the
chair.
"You had an irq conflict and not enough memory. I resolved
the conflict and loaded DOS and a few other things high. It
should solve the problem." He turned to go.
"You did that well, and quickly." Kat was thoughtful.
"Why are you here?"
"Because you asked me," he replied innocently, well aware
that his answer wasn't to the question she had asked. "You
asked me at a time when I was quite busy with my duties. I
came. You owe me for that." He grinned to himself.
"And what would you like to square the debt?" Kat asked
him. She was fishing for information, he knew.
"Oh, I'm sure I'll think of something," he said in an
offhand manner and left her scowling behind him. Did she
think he'd be that easy? Big Jake was walking down the
boardwalk and he waved to him before returning to the kitchen.
Big Jake walked into the office, looking much more
relaxed. His hair was still wet and was combed straight back.
"Well, Stacy, you're sure looking good today." He leered
at her.
"Thank you, Big Jake," Stacy blushed and looked down.
"You ought to try one of those push-up bras - I think
it'd look real good on you - maybe one of those half-cups."
"Big Jake," Stacy began plaintively, "please."
"Here." He tossed her something, but it fell short,
landing on the floor. He stood waiting. "Go, on, pick it
up, it's for you." He had purposely thrown it short so she
would have to bend down to pick it up. Stacy looked around
for help, but there was none forthcoming. Her face was red
and she felt humiliated. She moved to pick up the souvenir
pin, for that was what it was, she now saw.
"MISTER Saunders." Stacy looked up to see Kat standing
like an avenging angel. Her heart began to beat faster.
"Mister Saunders. That is sexual harassment, and I
cannot allow it to continue." Her eyes were bright with the
prospect of battle. Stacy thrilled to her words and backed
up out of the line of fire, so to speak.
"Aw, come on, Kathy, it's all in fun."
"From where I stand it doesn't look much like fun for
Stacy. I don't think it's very funny either. It will stop
Mr. Saunders. It will stop now." Kat was all aglow, Stacy
thought. She was enjoying the confrontation, where Stacy
would have been paralyzed.
"Now look here, Kathy . . ." Big Jake was becoming
angry, but Kat interrupted him before he could finish what
he had begun.
"No. You look, Mister Saunders. If it doesn't cease,
I'm afraid there will be a sexual harassment suit. And you
know how the courts are these days, concerning sexual
harassment."
Big Jake was red in the face and Stacy began to fear for
Kat. She'd never seen him so angry before. Kat, however,
didn't appear worried.
"I hired you, young lady, and I can fire you . . ." Again
he was interrupted.
"I wonder what your potential investors would think about
a wrongful dismissal suit *and* a sexual harassment suit coming
about at the same time. Might make them reconsider, don't you
think, Mister Saunders?"
Big Jake seemed to run out of steam suddenly. Stacy
looked back to Kat, who appeared much larger than life. She
was relaxing slowly, knowing she had won.
"It's not much I'm asking, Big Jake," she said soothingly.
"All we are asking is for you to treat us with the respect
that employees are due. We, of course, will continue to
treat you with the respect that an employer is due. Think
of it this way: it will improve moral here and more work
will get done. Your staff will be happier and your customers
can only benefit. When they benefit they will be happier and
you will benefit, also. Is that too much to ask?" Kat was now
the very voice of reason.
"Guess, not," Big Jake huffed. He bent down and retrieved
the pin. He walked over to Stacy and handed it to her. "I
know you collect these, Stacy. I'm sorry," he apologized, "I
never wanted you to feel harassed or anything."
Stacy looked down at the pin. "Thank you, Big Jake, it
really is nice." He turned and stomped out. As soon as he
had disappeared from sight, Stacy turned to Kat.
"You did it," the excitement was too much for her and
she began jumping up and down. She ran over to Kat and hugged
her. "You did it, you did it," she repeated.
Kat allowed her the moment than disengaged from her. "We
still have an appointment in my room, Stacy. Close the office."
"Sure, Kat, sure. Let's go. I'll give you the best
back rub you've ever had."
At that moment Jennie walked in. "Hi, girls. I thought
I'd give you a break. Go on out and enjoy this magnificent
sunshine for a while. Come on back in ninety minutes."
"Thank you." The two women said in unison.
Stacy had expected this massage to follow the pattern
of the last. It wasn't to be. After she had helped Kat out
of her dress and bra, Kat turned and looked at her. Her
stomach began its familiar churning. She looked Kat in the
eyes as long as she could, but had to look down before Kat
broke contact.
"You must get quite hot when you give a massage." Kat
waited until Stacy felt she had to answer.
"I guess so, Kat." She wasn't sure she knew where this
was heading, but she was fairly sure she wouldn't like it.
"I don't want guesses from you. Do you or do you not
find that you become hot?"
"Yes. It is a hot job, Kat." She continued looking
down.
"Much better, Stacy." Stacy perked up a bit. "You must
continue to give straight answers." She paused and Stacy's
stomach resumed it churning. "Your skirt is quite abrasive
and distracting and I don't like that. I think we'll both
feel much better if you undress to the same level as I have."
Stacy's eyes rounded and her jaw dropped.
"Do you have a problem with that, Stacy."
Stacy raised her eyes to meet Kat's gaze. The level
stare from the cool green eyes unnerved her. She wished she
were anywhere else but here. She owed Kat, yes, but how much?
Yet if Kat abandoned her now, she'd have to face Big Jake
alone and she knew she couldn't do that. After the scene
downstairs he'd be after more than the odd look down her top,
and now she knew she wouldn't be able to say no. She'd either
have to give in or quit. She began to tremble.
"No, I guess not."
"Pardon." Again Kat sounded regal and imperious.
"No, Kat, I don't have a problem with that."
"With what, Stacy?"
"I don't have a problem with taking off my clothes to
give a massage, Kat."
"Ah, much better. You don't have to, of course. Do you
want to do this?" Stacy looked up relieved. The relief died
quickly as she saw Kat's face.
"Yes, Kat, I want to take off my clothes to give you a
massage. It'll be much more comfortable for both of us."
Stacy felt defeated.
"Well, if you think so. Okay. Let's get started." Kat
lay down on her back and watched as Stacy's trembling hands
began to unbutton her blouse.
The last button came undone and Stacy hesitated under
Kat's unwavering gaze. Then she mustered up her courage and
pulled the blouse from her skirt and shrugged it off. Kat
continued to watch impassively.
Her heart was pounding as she unclasped her skirt and
let it fall to the floor. Why was she doing this? Because
she had to. Not doing it, leaving Kat's protection, was
unthinkable. Stacy bent over and removed her shoes and
socks. There was something both degrading and liberating
about being without her clothes and, as Kat had correctly
stated, it was hot work. It would be more pleasant doing
it in this state of undress.
The massage oil, as before, was on the night table.
Stacy moved toward it, then stopped as Kat held up her hand.
"The same level, Stacy."
Stacy's face burned. "But my bra won't even touch you,
won't come near. Why would you want . . . ."
"The same level, Stacy." The words were colder this time.
Stacy gulped and unhooked her bra. There was a fraction
of a second's hesitation before it slipped off exposing her
breasts to the air.
Kat was appraising her. Stacy knew what she was seeing.
Her breasts were large, pear-like, with large pink areolae
capped with pink nubbins which pointed slightly downwards.
Her waist flared out into wide hips and down into nicely
shaped legs. A nice hour-glass figure. She wished that her
ass was a little less plump, but one has to live with what
one gets - the thought of any sort of surgery, besides being
too expensive, was too frightening to contemplate for long.
She had always been slightly embarrassed about her looks -
the boys had always given her those long leering looks. Kat,
however, seemed to be suitably impressed. She nodded at Stacy
and turned over to allow her to begin her work.
Stacy began as Kat had instructed, with long light strokes
to her back. She straddled Kat's legs, as before, feeling Kat's
skin against her own in an unrestricted way which she had not
before felt, and her stomach did a flip flop. Her pressure
strokes began. Again, every time Kat moaned in delight, Stacy
was proud that it was her strokes which were doing this. She
bent her head down and continued work with a passion.
"Stacy."
"Yes, Kat?" Had she done something wrong? But, no, there
was no tone of censure in Kat's tone.
"You are free of Big Jake and Tom now. Do you realize
what that means?"
It had been so long since she had had such freedom that
she didn't. She started thinking of how it would feel to
simply go to work, go about her job and not feel pressured
or put upon by her co-workers. Mel, she thought, had a
thing for her, but was too embarrassed to mention it. Fred,
on the other hand, was simply kind and she felt no pressure
from him at all. Actually, Fred she wouldn't mind getting
closer to.
She was free! A sense of euphoria rose within her.
What to do with her freedom, though? She just didn't know.
She had never expected to reach this position, this position
she had always dreamed of. Now that she had, there was no
dream to carry her on. It would take time, she supposed, to
accustom herself to her new freedom. Damn Big Jake, Tom and
others like them who had kept her down for so long! Thank
God Kat had come along and put them in their place.
"Stacy?"
Oh, no, she hadn't answered Kat's last question.
"Yes, Kat?" Here it comes, she thought.
"I'd like you to think of what you'd like to do. Think
out loud. I'm interested in your thoughts."
Kat was interested in what she had to say? Nobody had
ever been that interested in what was in her head, only in
what was in her bra and panties.
"Gee, Kat. It's all been so sudden. I don't know what
I want. Maybe just to bask in this sense of freedom. I feel
really up, you know, really up. It's never been this way
before. I guess I don't know what I want . . . Sorry. I
don't really know what I want. It may take some time."
"You'll have time, Stacy. Oh, that feels good, just a
little harder."
Stacy put a little more pressure into her strokes.
"You know, it feels so good being up that I'm mad that they
kept me down."
"They?"
"Tom, Big Jake, men. Sometimes I'd like to punish them
all . . ." At these words Kat began to twist, to turn over.
Stacy moved to give her room to turn, then relaxed back down
on her thighs. Kat moved a pillow under her head and gazed up
at Stacy. She was pondering something. Stacy wondered if
she'd said something wrong.
"Punish them?" Kat seemed intrigued.
"Oh, it's just a thought." Stacy's face turned hard.
"But sometimes I'd like to hurt them, the way they've hurt me,
treating me like I wasn't really human, just something to use.
When I think of how I used to feel when I went in to get
something to eat," tears began forming, "just wanting to
enjoy some food - " her voice cracked, "'cause he cooks so
well, damn him - and have to take all those leers, the nasty
double meanings in everything he said . . . . Why'd he do that
to me, Kat, why?" The tears were coming freely now.
Kat reached out to take Stacy's hands, to comfort her,
but Stacy jerked them back. She didn't want to be comforted.
Anger welled up, and she wiped away the tears. Her voice,
when it came, was harsh.
"I want to pay them, him, back, Kat. That's what I want.
Revenge." She stopped speaking.
"Revenge can be a costly undertaking, Stacy." Kat's
voice was soft, but her eyes were bright. "It might be
better to just enjoy the freedom you have." Kat seemed to
be giving her an out, and Stacy loved her for it.
"I'll pay the price, Kat." A light burst in her brain.
"That's why you're here, isn't it? You're going to get him,
aren't you? You're going to show him who's the boss, aren't
you? I'll help, I'll do anything." She was excited now.
"No, Stacy, not him." Disappointment crashed down about
Stacy's shoulders. "Not *just* him. All of them, Stacy, all
of them. Do you still want to help?"
"Yes. Definitely."
"It will mean doing whatever I say, when I say it. You
may not like some of the things I ask you to do."
Stacy had the feeling that although Kat appeared to be
trying to talk her out of it, she was drawing her in further
and further - deliberately. She looked down and saw Kat's
breasts, nipples erect, moving up and down with her breathing.
She was breathing quickly, the look on her face, the look
beneath the quiet considerate look, was one of triumph. There
was a moment of doubt, but it passed. "I want, Kat, I want."
"Good."
Stacy flung herself forward, squashing her breasts against
Kat's and hugged her. Her head was next to Kat's ear. "Thank
you, Kat, thank you," she breathed.
"Okay, Stacy, you can get up now."
Stacy released her hold on Kat and clambered to her feet.
"On the dresser you will find a small black choker. If
you put it on, you will be mine." Stacy picked up the choker.
"It will be a constant reminder that you belong to me, that
you must do what I say." Stacy studied the small piece of
cloth in her hands. "If you do not obey quickly, or well
enough, you will be punished." Stacy looked up. "Do you
understand?"
"If I don't obey you to your satisfaction you will
punish me." She paused. "But if I please you, I'll get to
punish the others?"
"You will get your revenge," Kat agreed. "Be sure you
want to do this. If you ever take off the choker and return
it to me, or if I take it back, you will lose all your
privileges - you will be back where you were before I took
you in. You can remain where you are now, you don't have to
put it on, but once you do, there is no turning back."
Stacy placed the black cloth about her neck without
hesitation. "I am yours. I want to wear it."
There was triumph on Kat's face, naked triumph.
"You have pleased me. Your actions and your massage have
pleased me. As a reward I will allow you to suckle at my
breasts." Stacy's eyes lit up and she hurried forward to
join Kat on the bed. She had pleased Kat!
Kat held Stacy's head and guided it to her breast. Her
nipple was suddenly encased in warm wetness. It ached as it
became even stiffer. She felt the tingling run from her
nipple down and through her body. She was alive with the
triumph of the moment, and this was the cap of it. Her first
victory. Stacy was hers, now, and the others would soon
follow. She would use Stacy - ah, that felt so good, Stacy
was flicking her nipple with her tongue - to get the others.
Mel would be easy pickings, she figured. Tom - difficult,
yet manageable. She only had to set up the right set of
circumstances and he would be had. Fred was the wild card,
yet he, too, would succumb eventually. Of that she was
sure. She had never failed before, and would not this time.
Big Jake? Well, that would depend on Jennie. Jennie . . .
A warm wave of contentment went through her, disrupting
her thoughts. It was always the same, this joy at the first
conquest. Stacy had a nimble tongue. Perhaps she would use
it to better effect than on her breasts only. But that could
wait. Kat didn't want to scare her off.
Oh, yes, that felt good. She pulled at Stacy's hair
and led her to the other breast. Stacy put as much as she
could in her mouth, sucking and licking at it. She pet
Stacy on the head. A good pet. Yes, she was a good pet,
indeed.
"That's enough, Stacy. You didn't please me excessively."
Stacy looked disappointed as she gave up the nipple. She stood
and Kat followed her up.
"I think I need a shower now. You may soap me." Stacy's
eyes lit again with the chance to please her friend, her
mistress. "You may take off my panties."
Stacy went immediately to her knees and pulled Kat's
panties gently down. Kat was indeed a true red-head, as Stacy
would see. There was a bush of fine red hair on her mound,
neatly trimmed. Kat watched as she stood once more. She
merely gazed at Stacy, waiting. The light of understanding
lit Stacy's face - to the same level. Stacy pulled down her
own panties and left them lying on the floor as she followed
Kat into the bathroom.
The water was warm and Stacy's hands were slippery with
soap. Her hands roamed up and down Kat's body, teasing her
breasts, stomach and legs. Kat's moans of satisfaction
guided her. The more she moaned, the more attention Stacy
paid to that particular area. The undersides of Kat's breasts
had received much attention, as had her nipples. Stacy
wondered how far she should go. Suddenly it was obvious - she
belonged to Kat now. Her hand, thick with suds moved between
Kat's legs and began stroking and soaping her there. Kat's
breathing quickened and Stacy felt the joy within her rise.
She soaped Kat up and rinsed her down then soaped her up again.
Kat's legs were beginning to tremble and in a sudden bit of
daring, Stacy found her clit and began to wash it carefully and
thoroughly. She looked up through the stream of water to
see Kat's arms were above her head, her hands holding on to
the showerhead for support. Her head was back and she was
breathing through her mouth, trembling, her breasts jiggling
like jello. Stacy grinned and reached one hand up to still
a breast, then to rub the nipple while the other kept up its
work on Kat's clit. Kat must be washed clean, she thought
joyously. The trembling grew and grew and Stacy stroked
faster and faster.
"Oh, yes!" Kat took in great draughts of breath and
slowly collapsed down, down. Stacy felt her head being drawn
back to a nipple. She fastened on and began to lick and
suck once more, the water cascading over them both.
She had pleased her mistress. She was ecstatic.
"Oh, Kat, you're so beautiful," she murmured as she
switched breasts.
"Mistress Kathryn," Kat corrected her gently, stroking
her hair.
"Mistress Kathryn," Stacy agreed.
End Chapter 3, Hotsprings by Delta. delta@bc.sympatico.ca
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