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From: Delta <delta*@bc.sympatico.ca>
Subject: Delta: HOTSPRINGS 2/4 (mf, ff, d/s etc)
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HOTSPRINGS
Chapter 4
Much to her surprise and delight, Kat discovered that the
passkey Jennie had given her unlocked all of the second floor
bedroom doors as well as the more public areas below. That
included the Saunders' apartment as well, which was where she
now stood. Big Jake was with Mel, looking at the camp sites
and Jennie was with Stacy in the office. Stacy had orders to
keep her there, no matter what, until her mistress had given
her the all clear signal.
She gave a cursory look around the kitchen, and living
room. They didn't interest her much. The bathroom was neat
and clean. Again there was not much out of the ordinary.
Looking through the medicine cabinet she noted that Jennie
used birth control pills.
Kat left the bathroom and entered the bedroom. Her eyes
immediately went to the bed and she noted the straps where
Fred had told her they were, attached to the posts at the
headboard. There was a night table on either side of the
bed, each with a lamp on it. A radio perched on one night
table as well.
Kat dropped to her knees and looked under the bed. She
could see nothing. She pulled the bed out from the wall
fractionally and there it was. Good. A free electrical
outlet was plain to see, but where the Saunders wouldn't
have cause to look. She pulled a small device from her
bag and plugged it in. It sat quietly against the wall,
where it wouldn't be detected. She pushed the bed back
into place.
The night table to the left held nothing more than
a few paperbacks - adult action/adventure - magazines, cough
drops and a few papers. She quickly scanned through the
papers. There was nothing to interest her. The other
night table belonged to Jennie.
A wide grin split Kat's face as she came across two
nice large vibrators, hidden under some panties and stockings.
One was a wand vibrator with a large ball at the end, the
other was of the insertable variety. It would fill one up,
she thought as she clicked it on. Hmmm. Quite powerful.
Three to one odds that Big Jake never even suspected that
Jennie had them. Men were so vain. Six to one odds that
they would get a good workout during the time Jake was in
the capital.
The closet held little of interest. Wait a moment. In
a box, hidden under dirty laundry, there were a few toys.
Interesting. Apparently Jake and Jennie had a kinky side
which went a little beyond the tie up games which they
evidently played.
Kat glanced out the window to see Big Jake and Mel
returning to the complex. It was time to go. She quickly
checked around, making sure nothing had been disturbed, then
vacated the room. She heard the click of a door closing and
looked around. Nothing. She shrugged and walked to the
common room.
In the common room Kat picked up the telephone and dialed
the office.
"Hotsprings Campsite, Stacy speaking."
"All clear, Stacy. Jennie still there?"
"Yes, ma'am. The office is open until 9 pm. If you get
here later, just find an empty site and come and see us in the
morning. Take care, now. Bye." Very clever, Stacy.
Tom would be busy in the Kitchen, so Kat carefully entered
his room. Fred was next door, taking an early afternoon nap so
she had to keep quiet.
Tom's room was reasonably neat - for a man's room. She
looked in the closet. Nothing interesting. The bathroom was
also unexceptional. Nothing under the bed. Ah, the dresser.
She opened the drawers one by one. At the third one her eyes
opened wide.
"Mmph." She smothered her sudden outburst. Stomach
shaking, she closed the drawer, trying to keep calm, finding
it impossible. With shaking hands she opened the door,
stepped outside and closed it behind her. As quietly as she
could she ran to her room, let herself in and threw herself on
the bed, smothering her laughter in her pillow. It lasted a
long time. Finally she rolled over and relaxed, holding her
aching sides. She shook her head at the recollection.
In the drawer, in neatly labeled, tightly sealed zip-loc
bags, were a series of women's panties. The labels gave names
and dates. The zip-loc bags were, she supposed, to keep the
scent fresh and vibrant. The foremost bag was labeled "Linda
Johnson".
Kat shook her head once more. "Tom, Tom, Tom, whatever
are we going to do with you?" A thought occurred to her and
a wicked smile crossed her face.
Recovered, Kat moved to investigate the final room:
Mel's. In his sock drawer she found several copies of men's
magazines. 'Why do they always keep them in their sock
drawers?' she wondered.
"Hi, Mel." Kat found him in the Laundry room, restocking
the soap dispenser and cleaning out the lint traps of the
driers. He looked up sharply at her greeting. A bit of the
nervous sort, she suspected.
"How is it that we've not yet met?" Her eyes ran up and
down the nineteen year old body in front of her. He was a
well built young man - not like a weight lifter, more like a
swimmer. Sleek and powerful, she thought. Blonde hair,
blue eyes and a nice tan. Not much experience, she figured.
He'd be easy pickings.
"I don't know - Kat?" She nodded. "I guess I keep busy."
He avoided looking in her eyes. "Like now. Have to finish
the laundry room." He moved away from her, glancing out the
side window to the pool. Kat followed his gaze and saw two
young women come out of the pool to sit on its edge.
"Well, I'll let you get to it," she said. "I have some
things to do as well. See you later."
"Later," he echoed as she turned and walked out the door.
He saw her pass by the window, heading back towards the lunch
counter. His eyes followed her until she disappeared, then
snapped back to the two young women. They were slowly getting
to their feet.
It was lucky Kat had been busy, too. This was too good
to miss. He hurriedly finished loading the soap dispenser with
the little boxes of soap and was out the door.
"Ladies," he smiled as the two women passed in front of
him, heading for the change rooms. One of them said something
to the other, who giggled a little. Mel moved on to the
supply room to return the extra soap boxes.
Once inside he ensured that the door was locked. He
flicked the main lights off. Now the only light was provided
by a single low wattage bulb near the door. He walked over to
a stack of boxes which lined the wall and with practiced ease
pulled two very light ones from the stack and set them aside.
There was an old poster, from some movie which had been made
before he was born, tacked to an old corkboard which was,
apparently, fastened to the wall. He swiveled the latches
which held the corkboard to the wall and pulled it free.
He turned and set it aside, grabbed a chair which sat
conveniently on another box and sat down looking to the hole
in the wall.
It had cost him a pretty penny to buy the one way mirror.
Once he had it, it was one late night's work to exchange it with
the original and to cut the hole in the wall behind it. Now he
had a picture window into one of the women's shower stalls.
In the men's change room there were simply six shower
heads along a wall - no privacy. In the women's change room,
however, there were stalls. Against the one side there was
a shower, against the other a small table and mirror, with
a power outlet for hand-held hair driers.
It was through this mirror that Mel now looked. The
shower stall was empty. He grimaced and almost decided to
leave, then changed his mind. A couple more minutes wouldn't
hurt.
A woman appeared in front of him and set her bag down
on the table. It was one of the women he had passed. She was
about twenty-three, he guessed. Blonde and tall. The bathing
suit she wore didn't hide much. A pair of pert breasts, not
large, but not small either. She had a nice ass, but it was a
little on the skinny side. Mel grinned. The job had its
perks. He reached down, unclasped his pants and undid the
zipper.
He had experimented and discovered that sound would make
its way from the shower to the supply room and the other way
also, but not to the same extent. As long as he was careful
to make no loud sounds the woman would be unable to hear him.
When the shower was on it would be near impossible. However,
he would be able to hear a fair bit of what was said on the
other side - not that much was ever said.
"We'll share," he heard faintly through the wall. The
other woman, younger - perhaps nineteen or twenty - walked in.
"All the other showers are in use," she said.
This one was a brunette, about four inches shorter than
the first one, but with larger breasts and a plumper ass. She
dropped her bag alongside the other one. They both looked into
the mirror and smiled at their reflections.
"That's right, babes, smile at me," Mel whispered, as he
shifted and pulled his underwear down. He reached down and
began to slowly stroke his soft cock.
"Flip for first?" the brunette asked.
"I was here first, Sally, I shower first," the blonde
answered. "Besides, you should show respect for your older
sister." She grinned.
"Yeah, sure. That's what you always say, Karen. Oh,
well, I guess you're right. Age before beauty - ouch!" Karen
had slapped Sally on her butt. "I'll tell dad."
Karen stuck out her tongue at her younger sister as she
untied her top, allowing Mel his first look at her nipples.
"Yes!" he exulted. The relative coolness of the shower
room, along with the evaporation of the water from them, had
her nipples growing erect. They were the size of pencil
erasers.
"Nice tits," Sally grinned at Karen, who had bent over to
remove her bottoms. Her breasts hung down towards the floor,
nipples scratching at the air.
"That's for sure," Mel murmured, his cock slowly growing
under his ministrations.
"Bitch." Karen laughed and moved into the shower. Karen
made a show of wiggling her ass as she walked, much to the
amusement of Sally.
For Mel, however, it was like a dream come true. Two
women showing off for each other. His cock was now semi-erect.
He didn't want to rush things. With two of them there he could
take his time.
The shower sprang to life and Karen moved under it, lifting
her face up to it. The water ran down her hair and on down her
back. Nice ass, thought Mel. He was hard now and had made a
circle of his thumb and fingers into which his cock fit nicely.
With slow light strokes he moved his hand up and down his cock,
enjoying the light friction. He licked at his lips as Karen
turned and allowed the hot water to stream down her back. She
had a nice thatch of pussy hair, thick and blonde as well,
though somewhat darker than the hair on her head.
Mel stared at her crotch, transfixed, and increased the
friction on his cock slightly. "Mmm, yes, soap it up, baby,
soap it up."
Karen had moved out of the spray and was soaping her
body. The white suds were beautiful on her tanned skin.
She took her time soaping her breasts and between her legs and
Mel's cock gave a little jump. He stopped stroking and pulled
off his t-shirt.
Leaning back in his chair, now, Mel renewed his stroking.
With his left hand he ran his fingers all over his chest,
imagining it to be Karen who was doing the rubbing. "Ah, yes,
baby," he murmured. There was a tightness in his stomach as
his excitement grew. God, they were beautiful, both of them.
Sally was watching her sister in the mirror, yet it seemed as
if she were watching him. "For you, baby, for you."
White streams of suds flowed down Karen's legs as the
shower spray rinsed the soap from her. She turned around
a few times, allowing the water to rinse every inch of skin.
Then she was finished and was squeezing the water from her
hair.
"Your turn, sis."
"Humph. Not much of a show. Nice wiggle on the way in,
though. Is that how you do it for Bill?"
"Slut."
"Hussy."
Karen picked up her towel as Sally freed her breasts.
They were nice and fleshy. She boosted them with her hands,
while looking in the mirror. "This is what men want, sis,
something they can hold on to."
"Bull. This is what they want," Karen touched her pussy,
"something they can sink into." The two broke out laughing,
and Sally bounced her way into the shower.
Karen was drying herself off right in front of him while
Sally was soaping herself in the background. Mel began
stroking himself faster and faster. He wanted to be finished
before Karen covered up those lovely pert tits.
Tensions increased and Mel stretched out his legs until
his feet were pressing against the boxes in front of him. He
pushed, feeling the tightness travel up his legs to his stomach.
His butt was at the edge of his seat and he was leaning back,
putting his body into an almost straight line. Breathing
through his mouth now, he increased the friction of his hand.
His cockhead was large and dark in the dim light and becoming
very sensitive.
Sally was bent over, soaping her legs, her breasts hanging,
water splashing off her shoulders. It could be his hand there,
soaping and stroking. It could be him taking those tits into
his mouth. He was stiff and his stomach as hard as a board.
His head was back, pressing against the box behind him and
only by looking down his nose, through slitted eyes, could
he see the twin visions of beauty in front of him.
His hips began rocking and occasionally he'd lose the
rhythm. His fist moved faster, feeling the buildup towards
orgasm. What a lovely pussy. He'd love to be in it, pumping
hard, making her gasp with pleasure. He could feel those
breasts, mashed against his chest; those lips, whispering in
his ear, urging him on and on, crying out in ecstasy. The
blonde, watching, diddling herself, waiting her turn to be
fucked. Yes, he'd fuck them, fuck them both. One sister at
a time while the other one watched. He'd fuck the brunette,
hard and fast, until she came, then bury himself in that
blonde pussy, feel those eraser-tip nipples rubbing against
his chest, see those blue eyes half closed with the pleasure
his cock was giving her.
The brunette would be at his side, wide eyed, saying
'Fuck her, fuck her hard. Make her come,' as she knelt down
for a better look at his cock parting her sister's pussy. He'd
move her legs up over his shoulders. She'd know there would
be nothing she could do, now, but get taken by him, fucked by
him . . . by him.
"Oh God!" he gasped. It was now. He forced himself to
look the blonde in the eyes as his body tensed. "Take it baby,
take it all," he whispered, then groaned as his hips stopped
moving, as everything tensed, stopped - except his fist.
He jerked upright as the cum splashed onto his chest,
relaxed back then jerked upright again, still pumping. Then
with a sigh, all tension draining, he lowered himself back
down. It had been a good one.
"Thanks, babes," he murmured, looking at the two pairs
of breasts, through the one way glass. "You were great."
Mel absently reached out his hand to grab some of the
tissues which were sitting on the box next to him. He started
as he felt the tissues being placed in his hand.
"Wha . . ."
"Interesting show, Mel," Kat purred. "So, which one do
you like best? I kind of prefer the blonde. She's more
mature, but the brunette has a hot little body, wouldn't you
say?"
Mel wasn't saying anything. His mind was blank. He
could only stare, unbelievingly, at Kat, standing above him,
looking through his picture window. Kat looked down at him
and smiled.
"Well, Mel, which one were you in when you came? It
looked like you were concentrating on the blonde, but it was
difficult to tell from where I was. Which one?" The last
two words, though spoken in a whisper were like a whip.
"The b-blonde," he stuttered, trying vainly to think of
an excuse, to find a way out of his predicament.
"Ah, that's better. See, we can have a quiet little talk
if you answer my questions." Mel didn't know where she was
leading so he simply nodded his head. "Good."
"How'd you . . ."
"Get in?" Mel nodded. "I have a passkey. I found your
little window the other day. You should have disposed of
your tissues a little better. I smelled your cum in the air.
It didn't take long to figure it out."
Mel was mortified. He was slowly coming out of his
paralysis. The implications were staggering. This woman,
this Kat, could do terrible things with what she knew. He'd
be fired - or worse. He didn't want to think about the 'worse'.
Kat brought it up for him. The whir of a hair-drier on the
other side of the mirror allowed them to talk normally.
"What do you think those young ladies," she pointed at
the two who were now finishing dressing, "would say if they
knew about all this? What do you think their father would say?"
Mel didn't want to think about that. He swallowed, hard.
"You're going to tell them?" He closed his eyes, thinking of
the shame.
"I don't want to, Mel," Kat said kindly. "And I'm sure
we can make a little deal so I won't have to."
"Tom says you're a dominatrix." Mel wanted, badly, to
change the subject.
"Does he now?" Kat asked and Mel nodded. "It's a
limiting label, but it has its uses. If you like it, you can
use it." She smiled at him.
To Mel there was no smile, simply the baring of teeth.
It was worse than he imagined. Suddenly he realized that he
was practically naked in front of her. He blushed. The
humiliation was furthered when he realized she had watched
him beating off.
"Tell you what, Mel: you think on what I've said. We'll
talk later - after you've cleaned yourself up and dressed.
How's that sound?"
"Okay." Anything to get her out of there.
Kat bared her teeth again and turned away. Oh God, what
had he gotten himself into? He watched as she slipped out
the door. He slumped into the chair, his dreams crashing
around him.
Another woman entered the shower that the sisters had
vacated, but Mel's eyes were blind to her features. All he
knew was that he had to get out.
"Hi Tom." Stacy walked into the lunch counter.
"Hello, Stacy. What can I do for you?"
"Jennie asked me to get her a bottle of catsup." Stacy
breathed deeply of the freedom from Tom's former attitude.
"Sure thing." Tom reached under the counter and came
up with a new bottle. As he handed it to her he became aware
of the choker.
"Nice choker, Stacy," he said with a straight face, "it
suits you."
"Thank-you, Tom," Stacy couldn't believe how the atmosphere
had changed since Mistress Kathryn had come. She made an
effort to think of Kat as Mistress Kathryn so as not to
displease her if caught off guard. "Mistress Kathryn gave it
to me."
"I thought so." Tom spoke kindly, much to Stacy's
surprise. "You poor thing. You don't know what you've gotten
yourself into. But I'll enjoy watching."
Stacy's anger flared. "I am not a poor thing."
"You're just a pet now, Stacy. Kat's pet." He chuckled
as a connection was made, "Yes, a pet cat - a pussy."
Stacy's face burned. "You'll be talking out of the
other side of your mouth when we're finished with you." She
turned and stomped out, leaving Tom looking thoughtful.
"Have you seen Mel lately, Fred?"
Kat, Fred and Stacy were sitting around the table in
the communal kitchen. Fred had been experimenting and the
three were enjoying the fruits of his experiment - a rice
dish with cubed chicken breast in a white sauce.
Fred looked up and answered Kat negatively. "Haven't
seen him all day, actually. Strange, that. He usually
shows up for supper. Maybe today he decided to eat
in the lunch counter."
"Perhaps," Kat agreed. "Excellent dinner, Fred."
"Thank you." He grinned. "Is this another one you owe
me?" He was not serious, his manner was joking, it was obvious
he was joking, yet Kat seemed to take him seriously.
"It could be, but only if you tell me what you want in
return. I like to pay off my debts promptly." Her green eyes
were cool and calm.
"You don't give up, do you?"
"Never."
Fred took a deep breath. This was becoming tiring.
Perhaps he could end it here - he didn't think so, but it was
worth a try.
"Okay, then, I'll tell you." He paused and Kat's eyes
brightened. Not so fast, my dear, I won't play your game.
"I'm willing to cancel all favors you owe me by the simple
expedient of your ceasing to play this game of yours with me.
Just leave me alone and we're even." The gleam in her eyes
faded, replaced with a calculating stare.
"No. You haven't earned that much."
Fred burst out laughing, which didn't seem to improve
Kat's disposition. "You just don't get it, do you, Kat?"
She made no move to answer. "Okay, I'll tell you then. I
don't hold favors as being owed. You don't owe me anything,
Kat, you never did. And, unless I specifically enter into
an agreement, I don't consider any favors you do me as placing
me in your debt.
"And now, ladies, I see it is time for me to head down
and help Tom. No rest for the working poor, huh?" He gave
them a wave. Something occurred to him and he stopped. He
paused a moment before turning. When he did turn, Kat's eyes
were on him. Calculating. Had he given something away?
"Kat, you've been trying to get information from and about
me. You want to use it to ensnare me, no doubt." Kat's face
was expressionless. He felt suddenly old and sad. "You have
nothing I want, Kat. You never did. Give it up. Leave me
alone. Play your games with the others." He paused for a
moment, suppressing memories. "Besides, you keep it up and I
leave. There's nothing keeping me here." That wasn't
completely true but, if it could get her off his back, a small
lie wouldn't hurt too much. Fred forced a smile onto his face.
"See, you can't win." He spun around and left.
The hollow sound of his steps as he descended the stairs
reverberated in his mind. Talking to her had been a mistake.
It simply brought up things better left covered.
"What do you know about him, Stacy?" Kat was beginning
to doubt her ability to get Fred. If he truly wanted nothing,
she couldn't, as he put it, win.
"Nothing, really, Mistress. He's a real nice person.
He never treated me badly in any way." Stacy wanted to help
but couldn't.
"Does he like you?"
Stacy smiled, "Oh, I'm sure he does. But he seems to
like everybody. He's friendly, but he's friendly to everyone."
"Has he ever mentioned why he's working here? I've read
his application. He doesn't say much in it, yet his abilities
and his manner seem to indicate that he's well educated. Why
is he working as a cook?"
"He hasn't said anything, Mistress. Wait." Stacy thought
back. There was something. Kat waited patiently. "Oh, yes.
He once said that having a degree didn't always mean anything.
I think he was talking about himself."
"Thank you, Stacy, that may help. You can go back down
to the office now."
Stacy smiled broadly as she rose and cleared up the dishes.
She left feeling good about herself. She had helped her Mistress
again.
Kat remained at the table, lost in thought, until she
heard Jennie coming up the stairs. Jake was already in their
apartment and, as this was his last day at Hotsprings Campsite
before his expedition into the capital, it stood to reason
that things might become hot once Jennie arrived. Kat rose
and placed her glass in the sink, Stacy could clean it later,
then made her way back toward her room.
She had almost reached her door when she realized that
this was the perfect opportunity to take a look in Fred's
room. She turned back to his door and, with a careful look
around her, put the passkey in the lock. To her surprise
the door had not been locked. She stepped in quickly and
closed the door behind her.
For a moment she thought that she was in the wrong room,
in the empty room. There were no pictures on the walls.
Nothing stood on the dresser, nor on the night table. It was
as if no one occupied the room. The bed was neatly made, the
floor clean.
Kat opened the closet door. Clothes hung neatly on the
hangers. Two suitcases stood on the floor. She pulled them
out and opened them. Nothing. She replaced them.
The dresser drawers held little. All that he had, she
realized, would fit in the two small cases. Fred was more
of a mystery than she had expected. She turned to the
night table. There was a bag in the lower compartment. It
held a 35mm camera. A good one. There were two other lenses
in it and a single roll of film. Nothing else. She opened
the night table drawer. Within was a small box and a few
assorted items: A pen, car keys, cough drops, some loose
change. She lifted the box out carefully, so as to disturb
nothing else. Damn. It was locked. She replaced it and
exited the room after checking to see that the bathroom had
the same empty quality to it that the bedroom did.
Very, very interesting. Who was this young man?
Back in her room, Kat took out a little receiver and
plugged her earphones into it. She turned it on. It was the
receiver set from a Baby-Minder. Parents were encouraged to
place the transmitter in their baby's room and take the
receiver with them so they could monitor their baby from any
room in the house. It had become quite a popular item. Kat
had her own ideas about useage and their worth.
The transmitter now sat behind the Saunders' bed, plugged
into the spare receptacle. Now she would be able to hear
whatever went on. She turned up the volume and adjusted her
earphones. Ah, yes. They were there, all right, just as she
had suspected they would be.
"You look so lovely, Jennie, spread like that. It makes
me hard just to look at you." Jakes voice was fairly clear.
"Come inside me, honey. I'm ready." Kat could imagine
her, spread-eagled on the bed.
"I know you are, but you're going to have to beg." He
laughed as she gave a sudden gasp. Had he suddenly introduced
a finger into her?
"What are you doing?" Ah, she was wearing the blindfold
that Kat had discovered in the little box.
"You like?" He chuckled.
"It tickles." The feather? There were some squeaking
sounds as if she were trying, unsuccessfully of course, to
escape her bonds, shaking the bed in her attempts.
"Mmmm." It was an erotic hum. Was he flicking her
nipples with the feather? Perhaps drawing it down her oh
so sensitive neck and across her breasts? Kat realized that
she was becoming wet as she struggled to interpret the sounds
she was hearing. She quickly undressed and lay down on her
own bed.
It would be nice to kick Big Jake out and continue working
on Jennie herself. Jennie continued to make little humming,
mewling noises. Kat imagined flicking the feather across
Jennie's nipples, seeing her breasts sloshing about as she
tried to avoid the little caresses. She touched her own
nipples. Ah, yes, that would be what Jennie would be feeling.
That glorious current running between the nipples, the
trigger for deeper sensations within the core. Oh, yes.
A sudden gasp. Had Jake transferred his attention to
Jennie's unprotected cunt? Was the feather stroking her clit,
now bared by her widespread legs? Or was the feather gently
caressing her cuntlips? Kat's fingers moved down to gently
stroke her own labia. She would have Jennie begging for
release before she stopped.
"Like it down there?" Yes, she had been right.
"Come inside me," the voice was pleading. Not a chance.
Make her beg first.
Another gasp. A flick on the clit? Kat flicked her own
and gave a gasp herself. Jennie would be helpless, at her
mercy.
"What's your hurry?" Good. "We have plenty of time.
Here, suck on my finger, make it good and wet." Kat put a
finger in her mouth and tasted her own juices on it. She
hummed, with Jennie, in contentment.
That's it Jennie, get it good and wet, you know where
it's going. Poor, Jennie. What a lovely body to play with,
to tease, to drive wild. No release for poor Jennie - not soon
at any rate.
A sucking sound - had the finger been suddenly removed?
Kat removed her own and positioned it at her portal, at Jennie's
portal, ready to plunge deep inside.
The cry. Her finger plunged inside and she, too, cried out
Jennie's cry. Whimper, Jennie, whimper as the finger moves in
and out; thrash about, unable to escape. Buck those hips in the
air as the finger rides you.
Kat was wetter than she'd been in a long time. Her hips
gyrated as her finger plunged in and out. Now a second joined
the first even as she heard yet another cry through the phones.
"Jake, Jake. Please stop. I'm going to come. I want you
inside me when I come. Please Jake. I'm begging, Jake, I'm
begging. Please come in me, please." Not good enough, Jennie,
not good enough.
Kat rode herself, her breathing ragged, as she would ride
Jennie, forcing her breathing to come in great gasps and gulps,
forcing her to cry out, begging for more.
"I'm sorry I asked you to let me tie you up Jake. I'm
sorry." She sounded sorry. Not good enough Jennie, you know
what to do, do it. "Fuck me, Jake. Please, fuck me. Use me,
fuck me, put it in and fuck me hard, please, Jake, I'm begging."
Yes! Beg like a slut, Jennie. Beg to be used.
"You want to be fucked?" Jake's voice was harsh, rasping.
"Yes, Jake, fuck me, fuck me good."
The bed creaked. Kat withdrew her fingers then placed a
third with the other two, waiting. Okay, Jennie, you want to be
fucked, I'll fuck you. I have a strap-on, Jennie, you'll like
that.
Kat listened intently. She cried out almost as Jennie
cried out and Jake grunted. The three fingers plunged inside
as Jakes cock parted Jennie's cunt and drove in to the hilt.
The ride became a wild one, the three fingers driving in and
out while the first two fingers of the other hand stroked and
rubbed her clit ever faster.
Kat's hips came off the bed, her legs pushing them ever
higher, poised on the moment, timing it exactly. Her center
was a liquid volcano, ready to erupt, sitting on the edge.
Ecstasy only a moment away. You can't fight it, Jennie. Now,
Jennie, now.
The wail in her ears matched the wail in her throat as
she pitched that last inch upwards, the warmth exploding in
waves throughout her, until her trembling thighs could hold
her no longer and she collapsed to the bed, panting heavily.
She was covered with a sheen of sweat, and she pulled
the sheet over herself as she slowly came down, hearing her
own soft words calming and soothing Jennie.
It had been wild, she thought, as her heavy eyelids
closed. Wild and wonderful. And, as a bonus, an important
piece of information had come her way. The smile creasing
her lips faded as she drifted off to a warm and wonderful
sleep.
End Chapter 4, Hotsprings by Delta.
HOTSPRINGS
Chapter 5
It was a rarity. All the employees of Hotsprings Campsite
were together at the breakfast table. All that is, except Mel.
Big Jake entered the common kitchen looking grim. Fred was
the first to see him. His welcoming smile did nothing to ease
the set of Big Jake's face.
"Morning, Big Jake. How's it going."
The others looked around and greeted him. Tom had a mouth
full of eggs and merely waved, the women wished him a good
morning. He wished it were a good morning, but it wasn't.
"I have some bad news. I was supposed to leave today, as
you know - actually I must leave. I have meetings scheduled
for tomorrow morning. Now this happens." He looked angry.
"What happens, Big Jake?" Stacy asked softly, setting
down the piece of toast she had in her hand and giving him
her full attention.
"Mel up and quits. No notice, nothing. So I'm going to
have to ask everyone to take up the slack for a day or so
until Jennie can find a replacement. Worst possible time.
I could have done his job but, as I said, I have to leave.
I have no options. Sorry everyone." He breathed out in a
long sigh. Why now?
"Has he left yet?" It was Kat.
"No, he's just packing his things in his car, now."
Kat jumped to her feet. "Not to worry, Big Jake, I'll
talk him into staying." She turned just before she left
the room. "He say why he was leaving?"
"Gave me some lame excuse. I didn't believe it for a
minute. Why? You know something?"
"Yes. He's a little confused. He didn't mean to cause
any trouble for you, Big Jake. It's my fault." Big Jake
raised his eyebrows. "I should have talked to him last night
when I found out about his problem. I was tired and figured
it could wait until morning. I was wrong. Sorry. It's
really nothing, and he'll be back at work in no time." She
left a relieved Big Jake behind and hurried down the stairs.
That stupid kid. Kat was angry. She directed her anger
at Mel, while realizing that her anger was at herself. She
should have talked to him last night. But how in hell could
she have known that he'd be so frightened. It didn't make
sense. At least he could have waited to find out what the deal
was going to be. She had told him she wouldn't tell anyone
until after they talked.
Mel was just closing the trunk to his car when she
caught up with him. Just in time, she thought.
"Mel." He spun around as if stung. She could see him
swallow, hard. "Where are you off to?"
"Away."
"Why?" She was curious.
"You know why." He looked at her in astonishment.
"Actually, Mel, I don't. I thought we were going to
have a talk. Running away won't get you anywhere . . ."
"It'll get me away from here, from you," he interrupted.
"And here is so bad, I'm so bad?" She kept a level
gaze up at Mel, who towered above her.
"You're a dominatrix," he stated, as if that explained
everything.
"I see." She didn't. "And that frightens you?"
"I'm not going to be whipped and end up with scars all
over my back. I'm out of here. You can do what you want
about what you know." He was defiant, yet the defiance was
based on desperation, Kat realized. At least now she knew
what she was dealing with.
"Whippings? Scars? Just what did Tom tell you?" He'd
pay, she swore, he'd pay.
"Tom? Nothing. He just advised me to stay away from you
'cause of what you are. I've read a couple of books, I know
what you do."
"You know nothing." Kat began laughing, she couldn't
help it. "Come with me and I'll explain. We'll take a little
walk."
"I'm not going anywhere with you. I'm out of here." He
began moving for the driver's door.
Kat turned cold. "If you leave now, I'll call the police
and explain what you've been doing, and charge you with stealing
from the campsite. They'll bring you back."
"I never took anything." Mel had spun back around.
"I know. However, that's what I'll tell them." She let it
sink in. "On the other hand, if you come for a walk with me and
let me explain things, and after that you still want to go, you
can go. I'll do nothing. What's it to be, Mel. You have five
seconds to decide before I make my phone call." She turned and
started walking towards the office.
"Wait." She stopped but did not turn. "I'll go with you."
"Good. But first I do have to make a phone call." She
grinned at his sudden anxiety. "Upstairs. To let them know you
aren't walking out without notice. Even if you decide to leave,
you will give Jennie a couple of days to find a replacement,
won't you?"
"Okay," came the grudging agreement.
Kat looked up to the second story window where Big Jake
and the others were watching from and gave them the thumbs up
sign.
"Wait right here, I won't be more than a minute." Kat
reached in her robe's pocket and pulled out her passkey and
let herself into the office. She got Stacy on the phone and
gave her some quick instructions, all the while keeping an eye
on Mel who was waiting impatiently outside.
All she was wearing was her robe and slippers. There was
no time to change. She could lose Mel if she waited too long.
She hung up the phone and returned to him.
"Let's walk." She started slowly up the boardwalk towards
the lunch counter. Mel fell in beside her. Tom had just opened
and she waved at him, receiving a wave in return.
"Do you believe everything you read?" Kat was wondering
how she was going to handle this. Too rough and he'd bolt, too
easy and he'd be lost to her - untrainable.
"Of course not."
"These books, you read, were they novels?"
"Yes."
"Novels tend to exaggerate things, you know."
"Exaggerate." He pounced on her word.
"Okay. It's true. Some people are heavily into pain.
Some of those like to give it, and some like to receive it.
They tend to get together. Some people are into dominance,
some into submission . . . ."
"Not me." Mel was emphatic. "I'm not into submission at
all."
"Aren't you?" They rounded the corner, now heading toward
the pool. She held up her hand to forestall his reply. "I met
you in the laundry yesterday. You were loading the soap
dispenser. Why?"
Mel was confused by the sudden turn in the conversation.
"It's part of my job."
"There's Stacy." Kat pointed. Stacy was testing the
water of the pool with her toe. She was wearing a rather skimpy
blue bikini, with the black choker around her neck.
"Do you like her?"
"I guess so." The sudden jumps were keeping him off
balance.
"Come on, Mel, either you like her or you don't. What's
to guess about."
"I like her. She's okay."
"Good. I like her, too." Kat paused as they approached
Stacy. "Hi, Stacy, early morning dip?"
Stacy's brows came up. Come on Stacy, don't blow it.
"Yes, Kat." Good, she was quick. "I thought I'd soak
for a bit before opening the office."
"Nice suit, Stacy. Looks good on you."
"Thank-you, Kat."
"Turn around, would you?" Kat gave a sideways glance at
Mel who had eyes only for Stacy at the moment. Good. "Yes,
it looks real good on you, doesn't it, Mel?"
"Yeah, Stacy, real good."
"Thanks, guys."
Kat took Mel's arm and started walking again. "She has
nice skin, don't you think? Come on, let's walk out on the
hiking trail, for a bit."
They walked out of sight of the pool, among the trees.
Kat hoped they wouldn't run into any bears. It was quiet,
almost still out here, away from the complex. Quite, quite
beautiful.
"So, who told you to load the soap dispensers?"
"Big Jake, who else?"
"So, you do what Big Jake tells you?"
"He's the boss, him and Jennie." Mel was wondering where
it all was leading. He'd find out, soon enough.
"So they give the orders and you obey. How is that
different from what Stacy and I do?" Surprise flooded Mel's
features. "Yes, that's right. Did you see the choker she's
wearing? Good. Well, that shows that she's mine. We made a
deal."
"That's different. I've been hired. Following orders
is part of the job."
"So, if I paid Stacy, it would be the same?" Kat kept
a straight face at Mel's confusion. It wasn't easy. "Let's
take a different tack. What, exactly, are you getting out of
this job?"
"Money. I get paid." Mel waited for her to say something,
but Kat kept quiet. "It's a nice place to work." She nodded
encouragingly. "I'll get something to put on a resume and
a letter of reference." The more he talked, the deeper he
would be digging himself. Kat remained quiet. "And, I guess,"
he smiled, "I like seeing all the women around the pool."
Bingo!
"And in the shower?" Kat grinned, lulling him.
"And in the shower," Mel had to admit, grinning back.
She had him.
"Precisely. You are willing to give up certain things
for certain privileges. You give up your autonomy to get
money, a nice place to work, references, something for
your resume AND the opportunity to indulge in your fantasies.
If you were so much against submission, you'd be running
your own business - no, even businessmen have to do what
their customers want. You'd be out, by yourself, prospecting
or something.
"You and Big Jake made a deal. I'm here to make you a
deal as well. You get something out of your deal with Big
Jake. He gets something out of it too." She stopped to
see how he was taking it, then said slowly and distinctly,
"That is how it works."
"But . . ."
"But nothing." It was her turn to interrupt. "You saw
Stacy. How many scars did you see on her back? Come on,
answer."
"None," he had to admit.
"I was trained by a dominatrix." Kat undid her robe,
took it off and handed it to him. Mel's eyes opened wide,
as he saw her naked. She turned around for him. "Take a good
look, Mel. How many scars do you see?"
"Only one." He touched her on the back of her shoulder.
"Looks like it's from barbed wire." He held her robe out and
she put it back on just as some hikers came along the trail.
They gave Mel and Kat a strange look as they passed.
"That was close," Mel breathed out as they disappeared.
"Close?" Kat questioned.
"They nearly saw you."
"Why should that worry me? I play by my own rules. I
want you to play by my rules, too." They were headed back.
Mel looked a little unsure, but much more comfortable than
when they had started out. "I get something out of it -
you. Your obedience. You get something out of it, too.
First, you keep your job and all that it means to you. Next,
you get to keep your little supply room window."
Mel looked at her, trying to decide whether it was
worth it. "And punishment?" he asked. Joy leapt up within
her. She had him all right.
"Displease me and there will be punishment, no doubt
about it. But nothing you can't take, and no scars - ever."
They were approaching the pool again. Stacy was still there,
sitting on the side, dangling her legs in the hot water.
"There will be things I ask you to do, which you won't like,
but you will do them." He looked a little troubled. "Please
me, though, and there will be rewards. Rewards that you've
only dreamed of." They stopped.
"You will stay until you can be replaced, should you
decide not to take me up on my offer and feel you can't stay
around here?"
"Yes, Kat, I will."
Kat walked over to Stacy's robe, which lay on a chair and
pulled something from the pocket.
"Mel," she said, "that pleases me. I know you are not
yet mine, still I wish to show you what pleasing me can do
for you." She opened up the supply room door and motioned him
in.
At her request he 'opened' up his window. She pulled down
the chair and placed it where it had been previously. She bade
him sit.
"Stacy will be there, shortly, to take a shower."
"But she'll go up to her room." Mel was confused.
"I told you, she's mine. She'll obey. Instructions were
given over the phone. If I took what I took from her pocket
she was to take a shower in that stall. She knows nothing
about this, nothing about you. I told her to put on a show.
It'll be interesting to see if she obeys when she thinks no
one can see." Kat grinned to herself. She would obey. Stacy
was caught, just as Mel would soon be. They went in of their
own free will, not realizing how addictive it could be. Kat
pulled a choker out of her pocket. It was identical to Stacy's.
She placed it next to the tissue box. Mel looked down at it.
"If you agree to our deal, be wearing this the next time
I see you. I will then be Mistress Kathryn to you. Do you
understand." Mel nodded. "If you don't agree, return it to
me. You may still keep your job, and I will be silent about
this sideline of yours, but the wall will be repaired. Any
complaints against you will result in dismissal. Do you
understand?" He nodded again. "Once you put it on, there is
no going back. Return it to me after that and you will have
to leave. Do you understand?" Her voice was very cold and
demanding. He nodded again. "Good."
"Kat?"
"Yes?"
"About that scar of yours . . ."
"You were right," she grinned, "barbed wire. I tried to
crawl under it. These," she hefted her breasts, "had grown
a little to large for it to be a comfortable fit." She
laughed and he laughed with her.
Stacy appeared in the shower stall. "One last thing
before I leave. You will be the judge of Stacy's performance.
If she does not please you, tell me and she will be punished.
After that she will repeat the show for you until you are
satisfied. That is the case whether or not you agree to
my deal." She opened the door to leave. "Oh, yes . . . please
me enough and I might even be persuaded to take a shower in
that stall. Please me more and you will do more than simply
watch. Do you understand?" Kat left before he could reply.
She was sure he understood. And Stacy would have a hard
taskmaster to please. It would be a good test.
Stacy was very confused. Her instructions were to take
a shower in this particular stall. Okay, she could handle
that. It seemed straight forward enough. She had known
better than to inquire about the purpose - that would lead
to punishment, she was sure. Mistress Kathryn hadn't
punished her yet, and she was hoping to put off that
'pleasure' for as long as possible, so she had agreed.
The purpose of the shower was, Mistress Kathryn then
told her, to aid her in losing her inhibitions. She was
to imagine that her reflection in the mirror was a lover,
watching her, and to put on a show for that lover, to
entrance that lover. She was to do it in the change room
shower to add that spice of danger. Someone could come in
for an early morning dip. Someone could catch her. It was
a test. She was not to interrupt her seduction of her mirror
image for anything. She was not to lock the shower stall
door, she was to ignore any intrusion. Her attention must
be solely on pleasing her lover.
No one could see in, so no one would be able to tell
whether or not she obeyed Mistress Kathryn's instructions.
She felt a little silly as she set her towel down on the
counter top. She looked herself in the eyes and stuck her
tongue out at herself.
Seduce herself? That was a very strange order. Help
her to lose her inhibitions? How? Perhaps she should
just leave and tell Mistress that she had done it. Lie?
Lie to Mistress Kathryn? She shivered. That didn't seem
wise. No, not wise at all. She replaced the towel which
she had picked up and turned back from the door.
She sat down at the counter and looked at herself in
the mirror. She couldn't do this thing. She couldn't
not do this thing. What was she to do? To her great
dismay she could feel the tears beginning to well up.
Her vision blurred. No, she couldn't cry - could she?
Why had Kat, Mistress Kathryn, given her these orders?
Why? Because Mistress Kathryn was her Mistress and could
give her any orders, that's why, you ninny, she told
herself. Mistress Kathryn knew what she was doing. Look
at how she had handled Tom and Big Jake.
The power which had enveloped her like an aura, making
her small body seem ten feet tall, was not something that
Stacy wished to face. It had been glorious as it had
moved to protect her - to face up to it . . . . No. She
had to obey Mistress Kathryn.
Stacy swallowed and took off her robe, hanging it on a
hook. Her bikini followed. There was no grace, no sensuality
to her movements, on the contrary, she moved like an automaton.
She stifled a sob and brushed a few stray hairs away from her
eyes.
Blue eyes watched blue eyes. Her reflection seemed to
speak to her, showing her the unattractiveness of her body.
Her breasts were too large. A cow, they had called her in
high school. The first boy who had made his way past her
bra had looked at her breasts and said, 'It's milking time,'
totally destroying the moment for her.
Her ass was too big, too. Plump, she liked to think of
it. Ha. It was fat. She had a fat ass. Comments had been
made about that also. And why couldn't she have nice sculpted
features like Mistress Kathryn. Instead she had been cursed
with an oval face. Where was the beauty there?
Take a shower, calm down, an inner voice seemed to say.
It was good advice and she turned and almost stumbled toward
the shower.
The hot spray hit her and she turned to warm her whole
body under the jets of water. The water felt good but she
felt miserable. How was she to obey when she felt so down.
She looked back to the mirror. Distance and the steam from
the hot water blurred her features. Good. She didn't want
to see them anyway. Nobody really liked them. They were
just curiosities. All the men wanted to do was get in her
pants, paw her breasts. All of them.
No, not all of them. Not Fred. He had never looked at
her that way. In fact he always seemed happy to see her,
happy that she was around. And when she smiled back at him,
he lit up. He made her feel good.
Stacy, with her back to the hot shower, began to undulate
from side to side under the spray. Her eyes were mere slits,
open only enough for her to maintain her balance. The spray
warmed her neck and washed across her shoulders as she moved
back and forth. She crossed her arms in front of her, placing
her hands on opposite shoulders and added a turning motion to
her torso such that the hot water sprayed across one shoulder
and over one breast than across her back and to the other.
The water was so warm and wonderful that she became
very relaxed. It felt so good. Opening her eyes she noted,
to her vast surprise, that the woman in the mirror was moving
in a very sensuous manner. She looked good - she looked, well,
sexy.
Interested now, Stacy began experimenting with her motion,
and to her joy realized that she was indeed a very sexy woman.
Rather than focusing on one part of her body, the steam caused
her to see the whole - perhaps for the first time. And as a
whole, she was very good looking. Her body parts fit well
together. True, her rear might be a little plump, but it
balanced her large breasts. Altogether she was quite a
wonderful package. Why had she never seen it before? And if
Mistress Kathryn hadn't ordered her here, she might never have
seen it!
Stacy grasped the shampoo and squirted some on her hand
then began massaging it into her scalp. That felt good, too.
She watched herself in the mirror. The woman she saw, whose
arms were raised, hands in her hair, looked stunning. What
would Fred think of that picture? He'd never laugh, that was
sure, not even if she made a fool out of herself. He was such
a nice man. He'd be warm and understanding. Yes, she'd put
on a show for Fred. He would appreciate it, her.
She turned sideways to the mirror, looking appreciatively
at her profile. Very nice. She hefted her breast in her hand.
It had a nice weight to it. She turned again to face the mirror
and backed into the shower spray, allowing the suds from the
shampoo to come cascading down over her shoulders, breasts,
belly and legs.
Stacy widened her stance and watched as the suds were
directed down between her legs, catching in her pubic hair,
then dripping down to the shower floor. She grabbed her
shower gel and began lathering up with vigor. Soon her
whole body was covered with lather. Her hands ran down over
her breasts, sides, emphasizing her figure. She winked at
the mirror image and received a wink in return.
It was such a silly thing, and she felt silly, but
sensuously silly and her lips parted in a wicked grin. She
hefted her breasts again, an inquiring look on her face, then
nodded as if her question was answered. Her fingers traced
ever narrowing circles on her breasts until they circled and
rubbed the stiffening nipples.
God, that felt good, and the mirror echoed the joy.
Sudden inspiration. The chair. Trailing suds, couldn't be
helped, she stepped out of the shower and grabbed the
plastic chair, returned with it into the shower and sat,
facing the mirror. Shower spray caught her head and back
and trickled down her front. She shivered in anticipation.
Seduce the mirror? She'd seduce it all right.
Wet and slippery fingers danced over wet and slippery
skin, sending thrills all through her. She inched forward
until she sat on the edge of the chair, then leaned back,
smiling lasciviously at her image. Can you see? She opened
her legs. Can you see better? Legs opened still further.
Now? Yes, now.
With the fingers of her left hand she spread her lips,
opening herself. Her right forefinger she placed in her
mouth and sucked. Such a seductive wench. Have you no shame?
No. None. Not any more.
Her finger came out of her mouth with a pop and positioned
itself at her opened pussy lips. Now? She questioned the
mirror. Now. Eyes and mouth opened in shock and dismay. She
looked down to see the finger embedded deep within her pussy.
Shock and dismay gave way to an open mouthed smile of pleasure.
The finger was working its way in and out. Her tongue ran
slowly across her upper teeth, then back, just touching,
tickling, her lips. Such a lusty lass. She grinned at the
mirror.
Her hips were beginning to rock, of their own volition,
and soft moans began escaping her throat. Eyes closed and
head moving in slow languid circles she slipped deeper and
deeper into her own private world, her world in front of
the mirror, her lover.
She jumped a bit as her clit was stroked and let out
a gasp. Circling faster, rubbing harder sent fire leaping
inside. God, it was good. Her breathing was fast and ragged,
moans louder now . . .
The door opened and a woman stuck her head inside.
"Are you all right?" concern in her voice. Stacy's eyes
snapped open, surprised and shocked, but she didn't cease
her loving strokes. The strange woman grinned, "Guess you
are," and closed the door once more.
The intrusion had brought Stacy down a bit from the peak
and she had to work hard to regain it. Then, almost without
warning, lightning flashed inside, her hips began bucking,
her thighs closed, holding the hand still, while the waves
of pleasure washed back and forth inside of her.
Finally finished, she smiled, a very satisfied smile
at the mirror, stood and allowed the shower to wash off
any residual soap. As it did she slowly caressed her breasts,
bringing herself down gently. Then it was done and she
stepped out of the shower to dry.
She stepped up close to the mirror and gave her image
a light kiss.
"Hope you enjoyed it," she spoke out loud, not realizing
that behind the mirror Mel mouthed back, 'yes'.
Mel sat across from Kat at the desk behind the counter
in the office. Kat had just finished with a guest. As soon
as the door closed, she returned to her seat.
"Well?"
"It was great, Kat, just great!" Mel reconsidered.
"Well, at first it wasn't. I didn't think she was even going
to stay. It looked like she was going to cry or something,
but then she kinda went wild."
"Went wild?" Kat drew him out.
"You know, she got into it. She did a real sexy sort of
dance in the shower - it was like she knew I was there and was
doing it for me. You're sure she didn't?"
"She didn't," Kat confirmed.
"Then she did herself, in a chair, in the shower. It was
great," Mel enthused. His face was animated. "She didn't even
pause when some woman poked her head in to see what all the
moaning was about," he added, wonderingly.
Kat raised her eyebrows at that. She hadn't expected
so much. This boded well for the future.
"Then she came all over the place. Wow. It was really
something."
"And you?"
Mel blushed and looked down. "Yeah," he finally said, "I
came all over the place, too."
"You've come to a decision?"
"Oh, yes. She did a good job, she doesn't have to repeat
it or anything."
"No, about our deal."
Mel looked back at his shoes. He chewed on his lip for a
moment before looking back up, his gaze was held by the choker
sitting on the desk. "Yes, Mistress Kathryn, I've made my
decision."
Before Kat could say anything, Stacy burst into the room.
Her face was aglow, her eyes bright.
"I did it, Mistress, I did it! You were right, oh God,
how you were right." She ran around the counter and gave
Kat a hug and a kiss on the cheek. "Thank-you Mistress,
thank-you." She stood back. "I did it," she repeated.
"I know. Mel, here, was just telling me about it."
"Mel?" She looked at him hard, realization coming
to her as his gaze traveled up and down her body. "You
were behind the mirror, weren't you?" Stacy accused him.
"You sonofabitch!"
"Stacy." She shivered at the ice in Kat's voice. "I
put him there. I don't have to explain myself," Kat paused
dramatically, "do I?"
"No Mistress. I'm sorry, I didn't realize."
"I'm sure you didn't. Normally such an outburst would
deserve punishment, however, this time, you've pleased me in
that Mel has now joined us. You may place the choker around
his neck."
Realization widened Stacy's eyes as she saw the choker on
the desk for the first time. With unsteady hands she took it
up, placed it around Mel's neck and snapped it shut. It came
to her. It had been her actions which had brought Mel into
the fold. She had done it. She had helped the Mistress, and
she would get to punish Mel, should the occasion arise.
Mistress had promised it.
"Thank-you, Mistress Kathryn, for allowing me to be a
part of this." Her eyes were glowing.
"Okay, Stacy. Now I want you and Mel to go upstairs and
fix up the spare room. Just like I told you. When you've
finished, you can play a little, if you like. You both deserve
a little reward." Mel looked at Kat questioningly. She nodded.
"You will find that you have made a good choice - so long as
you please me. Now go. Stacy knows what needs be done."
The mattresses were laid out on the floor making one large
bed about 9 x 6 feet. Stacy looked at the coverings
appreciatively.
"Mistress Kathryn will be pleased," she decided. "If
Mistress is in a good mood, perhaps we will be able to sleep
with her."
Mel, she noted, could barely keep his eyes off of her.
It annoyed her that he had been watching her, seeing her anguish
and then her ecstasy. "Well," she asked harshly, "what is it?"
Even though it had been Mistress' wish she didn't like the fact
that he'd seen her undressed.
"You're so beautiful, Stacy." There was reverence in his
voice.
"I am?" She was slightly taken aback.
"Oh, God, yes. When you were in the shower, swaying and
turning, with the water washing over those beautiful breasts,
I nearly died. I thought I'd gone to heaven. Later, when
you were in the chair, I was sure of it . . . ." He broke off
as her shove caused him to fall to the mattresses. "I'm
sorry if I . . . ." He had to stop for her mouth was over his.
Still locked in the kiss, Stacy was frantically unbuttoning
his shirt, finding the bronzed skin beneath, running her hands
over his chest, his hard abdominal muscles and down under his
shorts to the softer regions beyond. Ah, yes, there it was,
and growing. Mel made to move, trying to sit up. She shoved
him back down.
"Mistress said we could play. Now be still. You don't
want to get her mad - believe me." She didn't know how much
authority she had over Mel but she was willing to take
advantage of the ambiguity, and Mel was too recent a convert
to know anything. She had him stripped in no time flat. Such
a wonderful looking cock, and she was in control of it. Never
before had such an opportunity presented itself - she intended
to take full advantage, for who knew when it would come again.
Stacy tenderly stroked his length, enjoying his confusion
and pleasure. He made to speak but she forestalled him with a
quick warning look. Dropping her skirt and panties, she
straddled him and sat on his stomach. Leaning over, she offered
her breasts to him. "You've pleased me," she told him, "so you
may suckle at my breasts." The words of Mistress Kathryn had
come back to her. It felt so good, this power over him, poor
boy. She cradled his head as he licked and sucked at her
breasts, those breasts he found so beautiful.
The coals inside were smoldering, ready to burst forth
into flames. She was so hot, so wet, so ready. She released
his head and all he had time to gasp was a thank you before
she had grabbed his cock and positioned it. He looked up
in helpless anticipation and her stomach jumped. She loved it,
the power. Now she knew what Kat, Mistress Kathryn, felt.
Now, through her, she too was able to feel it, to have the
power.
She waited a delicious moment, then sat back, enveloping
him. He jerked under her as she gave a little cry. Then she
was moving, feeling the pleasure flowing in waves. His hands
were on her breasts, such nice hands, fondling, stroking,
pinching. With one hand on his chest she steadied herself,
with the other she helped herself to her pleasure, this
pleasure she was taking from, demanding from, him.
His head was back and he was grimacing, his body hard
and stiff beneath her. She fingered herself faster and the
sparks flew, then she was coming, before him, as she desired.
She collapsed on his chest as his hips began to piston like
mad, then he, too, was coming.
Her head rested on his chest. Warmth and comfort soaked
through her. His heart sounded beneath her ear, and she
gripped him tightly as over and over he thanked her and told
her of her beauty.
End of Chapter 5, Hotsprings by Delta.
HOTSPRINGS
Chapter 6
"What the hell?" Tom did a classic double take. "Mel,
come back here." Damn and blast. That bitch. He should never
have agreed to lay off Stacy. Now she had two of them.
"What the hell is that thing around your neck?"
Mel flushed. "It's a choker," he finally said, in a quiet
voice.
"I can see that." Disdain filled Tom's voice. He'd have
to snap Mel out of this. "Why are you wearing it?" He knew
full well why Mel was wearing it. He just wanted Mel, himself,
to realize how stupid it looked.
Mel looked for a place to hide, a reason to leave, but
could find none. "I have to," he swallowed.
"Have to? What the hell does that mean? Come on, man,
it looks damned silly on you. What's a grown man doing wearing
a choker?" It did look silly.
"I just have to," Mel's voice was becoming progressively
weaker.
"You gave in to her," Tom accused him. Mel's head hung.
"Well, you don't have to leave it at that, take that stupid
thing off. Be a man, for Christ's sake. Do you know what
people are going to think when they see you with that on?"
Probably nothing. Young people wore the damnedest things,
but he wasn't going to tell Mel that.
"I can't."
Mel was weakening, Tom was sure of it. If he could get
Mel back on his side, the bitch'd be handed a setback she
wouldn't recover from. Next he'd go after Stacy, full bore.
He'd made a strategic error in allowing the bitch to gain the
slightest foothold. He would rectify that. Hell, what with
the face-losing defeats he intended to inflict on her she
might even crack. Then the shoe would be on the other foot
and he'd have her. Yeah, it'd be something, stripping her
pride, and her clothes, from her. He'd put her panties in
a special place of honor, just to show her how she'd been
humbled.
"Sure you can, Mel. It's simple. You just reach up
and unsnap it." He was the voice of reason.
"But she knows things . . . "
"Look, Mel. The only power she has is what you give her.
Give her nothing and she has nothing. If she has something
on you, don't worry, she won't use it. That would defeat
her purpose. She'd never get you then." Mel was nodding
slowly. "All you have to do is stand up to her - like a man.
She's on her way out. I'm going to stop her stupid games.
Understand?"
Uncertainty washed over Mel's face.
"It looks damned stupid, Mel. Take it off." Mel's hand
reached up and he pulled the choker from his neck. "Good
decision, Mel."
Mel wondered about that.
Decisions were a pain. That was Mel's assessment as
he washed down the patio around the pool. Decisions were a
pain and, unfortunately, he had one to make. Tom or Kat.
Tom had been friendly to him since he'd arrived. He'd
made him feel welcome. When he'd picked up Donna, Tom had
even opened up the lunch counter for just the two of them and
cooked them a special late night meal. Yes, Tom had been
good to him. He was almost a father figure, not the kind of
father he actually had, but more the kind of father Mel wished
that he'd had. It was hard to say no to Tom.
Kat, on the other hand, was exotic. He'd never seen
anyone quite like her. Beautiful, yet strong. Had it not
been for Tom's warning, Mel would have loved just being
near her. Even now, she exerted a strange pull on him. After
all, she accepted his voyeurism, even aided him. What would
Tom have thought about that?
Above that, it was through Kat that he and Stacy had
ended up in bed together. Tom had been after Stacy, he
knew, and he'd never have gone along with that.
Decisions. Shit. Life would be simpler if you didn't
have to make them.
"Mel."
Oh, God. It's her.
Kat was not pleased. Stacy had come to her with the
information that Mel's neck was bare. It was bad enough
that he'd taken off the choker; it was worse that Stacy had
been the one to see and report it. Mel was in the earliest
stages of his training, not yet committed. If she came down
too harshly he'd be gone, yet if she came down on him too
softly, the damage done to Stacy's belief in Kat's mastery
could be irreparable.
She spotted Mel pushing water off the patio with a push
broom. Damn. Stacy was correct. Holding herself stiffly
upright, she approached. Her eyes were cold flames.
"Mel." He jerked around, his eyes finding hers then
lowering. He knew! He knew, and thus it was no accident that
the choker was off. Was he trying to test her? She hardly
believed that, though it was possible. More likely he was
either embarrassed about wearing it, or someone had been
talking to him, and Kat figured she knew who that someone was.
"Mel. Come with me." She turned and stalked off, never
once checking to see if he was following her. At this point
she could not afford the slightest sign of weakness. He'd
follow, if only to see what she was about to do.
Although she had been sure he'd follow, it was a relief
to hear his steps echoing behind her as she led him to the
office where Stacy waited. She'd have preferred doing this
in private, but that was no longer an option. However, it
would be an object lesson for Stacy, as well, so she couldn't
complain too much.
Mel followed her to the inner office, past Stacy, whose
eyes were bright with excitement. She was enjoying this too
much. Kat decided she'd have to rethink her plans for Stacy.
"Sit down." Her tone was hard. It was an order.
"I prefer standing." Mel was trying to be strong, but
the slight quaver in his voice betrayed him to Kat's trained
ears.
"Sit down." Each word was spoken distinctly. "You have
no idea how little your preferences mean to me." Her eyes
burned holes into his. He sat. She now had the height
advantage and he had to look up at her.
"We have a deal." Have, not had, he caught the inference.
"You mess up, I punish. You messed up. You may explain if
you feel it will do any good."
"You mean about the choker?" Mel was fighting for time.
"Don't play games with me, Mel. They'll only get you in
deeper." She looked down at him with contempt. He shuddered
involuntarily. Good.
"I forgot. I'm new at this sort of thing." It was a lie
and she knew it was a lie. She'd teach him about lying.
"Ah, you forgot." She appeared to soften. "Mel," she
asked kindly, "do you know why I asked you to wear that choker?"
He looked at her blankly. "Because it is a symbol of our deal.
It is meant to remind you, at all times, of our agreement."
It was to remind him of his servitude, but that was a little
harsh at this tender stage. "If you forget to wear it, if it
is so forgettable, how is it that you will remember our deal?"
Mel made to speak. Kat waved him to silence. "Perhaps
you find such a visible symbol embarrassing?" His guilty
start confirmed this. "Ah, I see. Well, fortunately I find
that I can accommodate you." She turned toward the door.
"Stacy."
Stacy appeared as if by magic. She brought with her
the small leather case which Kat had entrusted to her and
handed it to Mel, as instructed.
"What's this?" Mel was worried.
"Something that you'll find more private, yet less easy
to forget. Open it."
Mel opened the case. His eyes widened in horror. Inside
were four butt plugs, each one slightly longer and thicker than
the previous one. The smallest would penetrate two inches,
the largest, five. The portion which remained outside of
the body was tapered, such that every time the wearer sat down
he would be further stretched. Again, the taper, as well as
the protruding length, varied from plug to plug.
Mel was shaking his head. "No. I won't wear one. You
won't expose me and get me fired. If you do, you'll have lost
me." Tom had been talking to him. He'd never have come upon
that argument himself, he had been much too frightened. Still,
it showed Kat two things. One, Tom was involved; two, Mel had
not told Tom what she had on him. Had he done so, Tom would
have simply had him go along with Kat for a short time while
he repaired the 'window'.
Kat simply waited, a sardonic smile playing about her
lips. She gave Mel time to stew, to wonder what she would do.
It was working, she noted, as sweat began to break out on his
brow.
"An interesting theory. Not your own, of course, yet
interesting nonetheless. What it doesn't take into account,
of course, is that if you decide to return my choker to me,
then I will have, as you put it, 'lost' you anyway. At that
point what difference will it make if you are here or not?"
Kat paused to let that sink in. Mel's eyes widened at the
thought.
"And," she smiled coldly, "if you are gone then I will
have a chance at your replacement, not so? So, what do I
gain by not getting rid of you?" He was really sweating now.
It was time to give him a break, show him the way out.
"This is all hypothetical, of course, since you have not
returned my choker to me. And while it is true that you have
displeased me, your transgression is a relatively minor one
which would, in any case, not require your leaving." She
could see the hope appear in his eyes. It's not *that* easy
buddy.
"And with the range of reprisals I have at my command,
why would I use the ultimate one?" The hope was replaced by
caution.
"Reprisals?"
"Well, I could accidentally 'find' your window and show
it to Jennie. We'd have no idea, of course, when it had been
established, but we'd have to have it repaired. I understand
you and Stacy had some fun. That could be severely restricted.
In fact I could order you to have nothing to do with each
other at all. I understand, further, that Tom has been after
Stacy for some time. She could go to him and tell him to lay
off her, for she has you. That would make you popular with
him, wouldn't it." He was sweating once more. "Of course then
there are all the other ones." She stopped abruptly.
"Other ones?" He wanted to know the full range of
possibilities. She almost laughed. It had been so predictable
what he'd do.
"Other ones. Continue your disobedience and you'll find
out about them soon enough. Trust me, you don't want to."
He shuddered, his imagination working at things she'd eventually
discover, but as of yet knew nothing.
"Be aware of this. Tom and I are engaged in a sort of a
war. I will win it." She was supremely confident for the
benefit of her two subjects. "Now you have to decide which side
you wish to be on. The winning side or the losing side.
"I've given you enough time. You have five seconds to
decide before I decide for you." There was no question.
"I'll wear it," declared Mel after a short pause. What
else could he do?
"Stand up." It was a command. Mel stood.
"Stacy, take down his pants and underwear." Stacy moved
to obey. Mel made to speak but Kat's cold stare stopped him
before he started. He'd better just obey and question nothing.
He could feel his face flush as Stacy roughly pulled his shorts
then his undershorts down. He wished they'd close the door, even
though no one could see him from the outside.
"Pick the plug of your choice and ask Stacy to lube and
insert it. He picked the smallest one out of the box and
handed it to Stacy.
"Please lube this and insert it, Stacy." God, that was
hard to say.
"Are you sure?" asked Kat.
"Yes, Kat, I'm sure." She frowned, why?
"Then tell her where you want it."
"Please put the lubed plug in my ass, Stacy."
Stacy grinned a wicked grin. She was enjoying his
predicament, enjoying her part in it. How'd he get himself
into this.
"Spread your legs and bend over the desk." God, it was
humiliating. Still, he had no choice. He stepped out of
his clothes and obeyed, glad that he no longer had to look
at Kat.
"Look at me." He looked up into Kat's eyes. The plug was
at his anus. Kat gave a nod and Stacy shoved, hard and fast.
He gave a little yelp. It was in. He made to stand up, however
a warning look from Kat kept him in his position.
"You've been very forgetful, Mel."
He was chagrined. "I'm sorry Mistress Kathryn."
"Ah, you remember. Unfortunately you remembered a little
late. We'll have to do something about that." She opened
a desk drawer and pulled out a small paddle. He closed his
eyes. "Two on each cheek, I think. You will ask for each one
by counting it before it lands. Understand?"
He understood only too well. "Yes, Mistress Kathryn."
Kat tossed the paddle to Stacy who caught it with glee.
She would enjoy this. Too bad it was only four strokes.
She raised the paddle, waiting for Mel to call out for the
first one. He deserved this and she was going to give it
to him, but good.
"Stacy." She looked up.
"Yes, Mistress Kathryn?" The paddle came down.
"Too soft and I'll have to replace you on the paddle."
Stacy grinned. There was no way it would be too soft. "Too
hard and your positions will be reversed." Her grin faded.
Now she was unsure. How hard would Mistress Kathryn consider
to be 'too hard'? Better to err on the side of caution,
better to have Mistress Kathryn replace her than Mel to have
a chance at her rear. She raised the paddle again.
"I've changed my mind." Stacy froze at Kat's words.
"Give him the four. If any are too soft I'll administer
extra to make up for them later - on you. Here's your chance
to give Mel a break - take his swats for him."
Stacy's hand trembled. She had to please Mistress Kathryn,
for her own sake, yet knew not how to do it. She was in a
quandary. She certainly didn't want to take any of Mel's
strokes for him, nor did she want him repaying her for any
which were too hard.
"One." She hesitated, her eyes desperate. A few seconds
of indecision then her arm moved and Mel jerked beneath her
blow. His cheek slowly started to redden. It was his turn to
hesitate. After a few seconds, Mel decided to get it over
with and called out two, three and four in rapid succession.
On three, when the paddle came into contact with his
already reddened cheek, he gave a gasp, enough of a gasp
that Stacy unconsciously eased off on the fourth stroke.
"It appears you liked that," Kat told Mel. Curious,
Stacy moved around behind the desk to find that Mel was
hard. She grinned at his pained embarrassment.
She handed the paddle back to Kat, waiting for Kat's
pronouncement. She swallowed hard when it came.
"Beside him," Kat ordered, "and flip up your skirt."
Stacy took her place, bent over and flipped up her skirt
to give Kat a clear shot at her rear. She didn't have to be
told to lower her panties. She squeezed her eyes closed then
gasped as the crack of the paddle against her bottom was
followed by a burning sensation. One blow and it was over.
"That was for your hesitation," Kat told her. "You are
doing too much thinking. Just obey. Your fourth blow was a
little light, but still okay.
"Mel, you will wear the plug at all times during the day.
You may take it out at night. You will be checked by both Stacy
and myself to ensure compliance. At the end of a week you may
choose to continue to wear it or to wear the choker. Now, both
of you, get back to work."
"Good morning, Kathy," Jennie came into the office with
a curious look on her face. She had just seen Mel and Stacy
coming out, both red of face. She closed the door for privacy.
"What was that all about?"
Kat looked up and smiled hello. "Just a slight discipline
problem. It's all looked after now."
"Discipline problem?" Jennie raised her eyebrows. "Sounds
like something I should know about."
"It's really very minor and I wouldn't want to waste your
time. Besides, some things are best solved at a lower level.
You know what I mean."
Jennie didn't and was about to investigate further when
Kat distracted her.
"However, there is something I'd like to talk to you
about. It *is* important."
"Oh?" Jennie seated herself opposite Kat. With Jake now
gone she had to take over and deal with all the problems. It
would be good experience for her.
"Do you and Jake skim the till?"
Jennie was taken aback that Kat would ask such a question
so openly - and expect an answer. "What would make you think
that?" Jennie needed time to compose herself.
"Mrs. Saunders, I'm not a fool. I've worked with other
small businesses and I know what goes on. If it makes you
feel any easier, I really don't care. The tax people can take
a flying leap as far as I am concerned. You, however, are my
employer, you and Big Jake, and I am concerned about you."
Jennie thought about it for a moment, wondering how far
she could trust Kat. "Off the record, as they say, yes, we
do. Why do you want to know? You want a raise under the
table?"
Kat smiled. "Nothing like that. I just don't want to
see you get in trouble."
"How could we get in trouble. Outside of you, now, no one
knows."
"With respect, Mrs. Saunders, if I can find it inside of a
day, without really looking for it, anyone can find it."
"What!" Jennie was shocked. "No one can 'find it'."
Now Kat was taken aback. Jennie was no babe in the woods.
If she felt what they were doing was untraceable, chances were
it was at least well hidden. Something funny was going on.
"Please, Mrs. Saunders, Jennie, bear with me. How do you go
about it?"
"It's simple. Very often people come to the campsite after
we close the office. In the morning they come in and pay and I
simply don't write up a slip for them - if they are only staying
the one night. That and some coin from the laundry adds up to
about one hundred dollars a week. There are no records, so
there is nothing to find. Add to that we don't charge ourselves
for meals from the lunch counter, and sometimes 'borrow'
foodstuffs and it still doesn't add up to anything major, nor
are there any records there to be found." Jennie was curious
now. "So just what do you think you have found?"
I've just finished setting up a computer program to keep
track of the bookkeeping. To check it out I've loaded in
the information from the last two months. From this, and from
the rough look I've taken at the last year, I've concluded that
about four or five hundred dollars a month is getting 'lost'
somewhere. Here, I'll show you."
Jennie had already come around the desk to stand, looking
over Kat's shoulder. Thirty minutes later she was in a towering
rage. No one who didn't know her well would be able to tell.
Those who did would tread lightly around her, very lightly.
"Kathy," Jennie was at the door, preparing to leave.
"Yes?"
"I want you to keep digging. Find out how far this goes
back and where the money is going - if you can."
"Okay, Jennie." Jennie was still at the door. "Is there
anything else?"
"Just do what you were brought here to do." Without
looking back, Jennie opened the door and left.
"Stacy!"
"Yes, Mistress Kathryn?" Stacy was at the door in record
time.
"Tell me everything you know or suspect about Big Jake.
Leave out nothing. Then we have a job to do here."
Stacy looked surprised for a moment then came into the office
and sat down.
"Well, first of all . . . "
Tom looked forward to dinner in the common room that night.
He was interested in what kind of mood The Bitch would be in after
her loss of Mel. It would also be a good time to start in on his
plans for Stacy. He wouldn't give The Bitch any breathing room at
all.
He finished shaving - he would look his best for dinner, he
had decided - put on a new shirt and headed for the dining room.
It being Sunday, the Lunch Bar was already closed and all of them
would be there.
Fred was sitting in the common room and Tom smiled and waved
at him.
"What's up, Tom? You look particularly happy tonight."
"Going to be a good night, Fred. I'm through pussyfooting
around The Bitch. She's been acting too uppity lately and I'm
about to take her down a peg. Come on in and join the fun." Tom
grinned as he thought of the evening to come.
Fred raised his eyebrows. "Are you sure you want to do this?"
"Damn straight."
The Bitch and the Pussy were sitting at the table while Mel
was dishing out some chili from a pot on the stove. It was with
annoyance that Tom noted he was making plates for the three of them.
Didn't he know any better than to do anything for the Bitch?
He dished up food for himself then turned to look at Kat
and Stacy. They were watching him, almost warily, he thought.
So, they were seeing the beginning of the end already. He smiled
an unpleasant smile.
"And how are we all doing tonight?" he asked.
"Fine, Tom, and yourself?" Kat answered.
"Good, really good. And how is your pet?" He patted Stacy
on the head as he walked by and took his place. "Is the little
pussy feeling fine, too?"
Stacy made to reply, but Kat waved her to silence.
"That's right, listen to your mistress, Pussy. It's good
that you've learned to obey. I'll like it when it's me you're
obeying." He spooned some of the hot chili into his mouth and
sat back to await a response.
Mel set down the chili and toast in front of Stacy and Kat,
then sat down himself. He lowered himself carefully and grimaced
as the chair took his weight. Tom wondered what that was all
about.
"Hurt yourself, Mel?"
Mel blushed and lowered his eyes.
"Mel, what's going on?" Tom was becoming suspicious.
"Go ahead and tell him, Mel," Kat ordered.
Mel flushed furiously, yet was forced to comply. "I'm
wearing a butt plug. It's, ah, uncomfortable when I sit down."
He refused to look up.
"A what?" Tom was astounded. "Why in hell would you be
doing a crazy thing like that?" The question was unnecessary,
Tom was sure he already knew. He saw his glorious evening going
down in flames.
"Answer him, Mel." Kat was faintly amused.
"It's instead of the choker, Tom," Mel's voice was barely
perceptible.
"You stupid sonuvabitch!" Tom was raging mad. "Go take that
damned thing out." He'd risen to his feet without being aware of
it.
Stacy was a little frightened and looked to Kat, who was
sitting with a small smile playing across her lips, and was relieved.
"I can't."
"And why in hell not?"
"Mistress Kathryn won't allow it." He hung his head.
"Mistress Kathryn won't allow it," Tom mimicked cruelly, then
sat down abruptly, shaking his head.
"Now, Tom. No need to be hard on the boy. He's just doing
what's in his best interest. Besides what's wrong with wearing
a butt plug?" Kat grinned at him.
"What's wrong . . ." Tom sputtered.
"Exactly. You'd probably find it very stimulating, yourself."
"Me?" Tom was outraged.
Fred was having a hard time keeping a straight face and Tom
shot him a dark look. Fred looked down at his plate and busied
himself with his chili.
"Yes, you," Kat replied. "I have a nice one that I'd be
more than happy to let you try out." Her voice was calm, in
counterpoint to Tom's.
Tom was incredulous. "You'd what?" He realized that
she was baiting him and abruptly calmed himself. "There's no way
in hell I'd wear one of those. Not for you, not for anyone," he
snarled.
"Not even for Stacy?"
Everyone's head turned to regard Kat, wondering what this
new tactic was.
Stacy was aghast. She knew what Kat had in mind, but hadn't
quite believed it would come to this - and especially not so soon.
She was beginning to have second thoughts about the whole process.
After all, wasn't it this that she had been trying to avoid when
she took up Kat's offer of protection?
Fred, also, believed he knew what was coming and he leaned
forward slightly, intensely interested. This summer was certainly
taking an unexpected turn for him.
Tom sobered and his eyes narrowed. He wondered how far this
would go and if he could take advantage of it. He tried to look
through Kat's eyes to what lay beneath.
Kat merely gazed serenely back at Tom. Perhaps this would be
the ploy which got him. She trusted him not a whit, yet was not
concerned, for she felt she was prepared for his most probable
course of action.
"Just what do you mean?" Tom asked quietly.
"It's simple. I think you will like wearing my toy. We make
a little deal. You've always wanted Stacy, well here's your
chance. You get Stacy for three hours - she'll do whatever you
ask of her - and you wear my toy for three days. Seems fair to
me." Kat paused to let him consider the implications of her
offer.
"Stacy, go to your room. You know what to do." Kat smiled
encouragingly at Stacy.
"Yes, Mistress Kathryn," she whispered and obeyed, her body
moving in small jerks as if it and her mind were at war with each
other.
"Well, Tom, Stacy has gone to her room and is waiting for
you. If you enter her room wearing this," she tossed a leather
belt onto the table, "she will be your willing slave for the
next three hours."
Tom looked at the belt. It was thicker than a normal belt,
with devices on it for fastening items to, he suspected. If he
put it on he could have Stacy. Later he could simply take it off
or, if what he suspected was true and it needed a key to remove,
cut it off. He licked his lips. If he took Stacy and then refused
to pay up, Stacy and Mel would lose confidence in the Bitch and
he would win after all. Even if they didn't, he would have had
a willing Stacy - something he'd been after for quite some time.
Still, it was risky. It was always dangerous to play
another's game. Would she suspect him of the intention to cheat
and be prepared in some way? Probably. However, it would be a
cold day in hell the day he let someone like her outmaneuver him.
Kat stood. "I'll leave you to decide." She turned and left.
Tom looked at Fred. "What do you think?"
"Why ask me, Tom? Remember what you said about staying
away from her?" He paused to let it sink in, while Tom's gaze
was drawn to the belt. "It's your decision."
End Chapter 6 of Hotsprings by Delta. delta@bc.sympatico.ca
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