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Subject: Garters and Lace: Mindy
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Date: Thu, 09 Jan 97 03:02:48 -0800

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Garters and Lace: Mindy                  By Selena Long

Fictional story about a prostitute living in NYC. This is the
first story of several to come.


Mindy applied the blood-red lipstick to her lips with precision,
dabbing at the corners of her mouth with a tissue to remove the
excess that marred her chin. She just turned 21, her childhood
long forgotten. She knew it was best, since teddy bears and pom-
poms had no room for the life she leads.

She checked her gold rolex for the fourth time. "Damn, he's
late!" Pacing back and forth the plush grey carpet, she waited
for the phone to ring. Mona called four hours ago to confirm her
availability. "Hi, Mindy, Mona here. Are you available this
evening? Mindy paused for a brief second, then answered. "Yes,
what do you have?" Mona was thrilled that her best call-girl was
able to meet with the client. He requested Mindy after browsing a
catalog filled with beautiful women. "He's a VIP, babe, so treat
him with tender, loving, care. A limo will arrive at 8:00pm to
pick you up and take you too his suite. If you have any questions
just ask." There was a short pause. "No, I think I'm all set." A
sigh could be heard. "Good, have fun." Mindy waited to the buzzer
sounded, acknowledging the disconnection. "A VIP...Very Important
Prick," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

(Intercom buzzed)

"Yes, Harry?" She already knew what he was going to say. "Ms.
Arnold, there's a driver here to pick you up." 
"Thanks, Harry, I'll be right down." She grabbed her mink coat,
checked her appearance one more time, then secured her suite.
Mindy was one of Mona's top call-girls, only VIP's were graced
with her company for the evening. None of them question the price
because they knew the quality of Mona's girls. She made sure each
one went to charm school and was educated in politics. Mona felt
that men needed a companion as well as a sexual partner. Most men
were lonely, seeking to find a female who they could have a
conversation with. Mindy, smiled at herself when she recalled the
conversation Mona and she shared. 

(Two months ago)

"Mona, I can't believe he spent $10,000 for me to sit and listen
to him discuss the mating rituals of the humpback whales." She
let out an exasperated sigh. "Well, get used to it, babe. There
are alot of lonely men out there." Mindy removed stopped
massaging her temples to peer at her. "What? You mean I will have
to go through this again," she asked, her expression in horror.
Mona laughed,"don't worry, he rarely make it to the city. I'm
sure he isn't scheduled for another lecture, until spring." Mindy
sighed in relief. "I hope not!" Mona sat back in her executive
chair, then smiled at Mindy. "They need companionship more than
anything else, Min. Their wives are too concerned with social
functions and fund raising to give a damn about their husbands.
They are all a bunch of super bitches, whom believe the entire
world evolves around their surgically implanted boobs and asses."
Mindy, let out a roaring laugh. "Geesh, Mona, you really hate
their wives." Mona joined Mindy in the laughter. "No, not really,
they keep me in business," she said grinning wickedly.

The elevator doors open onto the lobby floor. She greeted Harry
with a cheerful smile. As held the door open for her she noticed
the limo driver was standing by the door awaiting her approach.
"Good evening, Ms. Arnold," he said as he held the door open for
her. "Hello," she replied as thanked him for his assistance. The
limo was plush, black cushioned seats seem to absorb her body as
she rested against it. The driver seated himself, then entered
traffic. "Mr. Eddington prefers that you meet him at his beach
house in Rhode Island. The trip should take a couple of hours,
Mum. You will find the bar located in the woodgrain panel to your
right. To your left is the climate controls." Mindy, thanked him
again, then requested for the shield to be raised. She wanted to
be alone in her thoughts. She wondered who the mysterious Mr.
Eddington is, from the sound of his name she assumed British. She
didn't care, the less she knew about a client the better. She
closed her eyes to rest, the trip will allow her time to take a
nap.

The limo pulled in the long winding driveway. Mindy awakened to
the sound of the motor being turned off. "We have arrived, Mum."
She peered out the window to stare at the gorgeous beach house.
The waves could be heard crashing against the shore. She didn't
notice the driver exiting the limo, then opening her door for her
step out. "Ahem." He cleared his throat politely. Slightly
embarrassed, she accepted his proffered hand as she exited.
"This way, Mum." He led the way to the main entrance. A butler
greeted them at the door. His congenial manner regaled her. She
barely had time to repress her smile, when he appeared in the
doorway. She suspected he was in his fifties with slightly
graying hair at the temples. His appeared to be in good shape by
the way his Armani suit fitted his frame. "If he starts talking
about those damn whales, I'm leaving." But something in his eyes
told her that he didn't bring her hear for that. "I'm so glad you
could make it," he said. His voice had an English accent. "How
was your trip." She regarded her companion as she answered. "Very
well, thank you for inquiring."

They entered the drawing room, a fire burned brightly. "Please
have a seat," he asked. "Mindy sat on the sofa, arranging her
skirts seductively. She didn't know what to expect, but by the
look of lust on his face she knew it had alot to do with sex.
"Tell me, Mindy, have you ever been tied-up," he asked. "I can't
say that I have." She had a feeling he was going to do just that.
"Oh, great, now I have some kinky, old bastard wanting to get his
jollies off my tieing me to a bed post. Great, just great," she
fumed inwardly. "I'm glad that I will be the first to introduce
to the my kind of sex," he smiled sardonically. "Hopefully, you
will be the last." She wished for it to begin so she could go
back to the safety of her suite. Thoughts of curling up next to
Persia, her white Persian cat seem to relax her some.

"Mindy, you must obey my every command. What ever I order you
will perform without question. Is that understood?" He spoke in
an authoritive tone. "Yes, I understand, perfectly," she added
with a hint of sarcasm, which seem to make him smile more
wickedly. "Undress, now!" Mindy, hurried to remove her clothing.
"What a freak, if I see one whip I'm out of here, to hell with
him or Mona!" She removed the last of her clothing, standing
naked before him. His appreciative gaze did nothing to calm her
nerves, she knew she was going to be victim to a sex slave
monger.

"Very nice, yes, I see I made the right choice," he mumbled as he
circled her. He gently grazed her skin with the tips of his
fingers, prodding, then poking, he stopped once in awhile to
caress her nipples. "Kneel, wench," he commanded. Mindy, could
barely contain her anger. "Wench? Who in the hell does he think
he's talking too???" Before she could voice her displeasure, she
froze at the hot lust in his eyes. Slowly kneeling to the floor,
she wished she never agreed to this appointment. "I've met women
like you over the years. Ice Princesses, just like my wife, the
lot of you. Always turning your nose up and the mere thought of
sex, needing a firm hand to guide you. Mindy, gasped. "He's mad,
I knew it, MONA!!!!!!!" She silently screamed knowing that an
actual outburst would go unanswered.

Before she had time to regain her self-control she was
blindfolded. A slight whimper escaped her red lips. Next, her
hands were secured to a small table. The fabric was soft so she
assumed it was a silk tie. She couldn't see, barely could move
her arms, for the binds were taut. She was in a doggy position,
her rounded ass was exposed to the air. A low moan could be
heard. She knew he was admiring his work.

Suddenly, she felt a warm liquid trickle between her ass cheeks,
it had a calming effect on her frayed nerves. "Like that," he
asked. "Yes." She could hear a small chuckle as he continued to
pour more liquid onto her skin. He didn't speak much, which she
was grateful for since the last thing she wanted to her was his
speech regarding women. Large hands massaged her buttocks,
squeezing, and releasing several times. The touch of his hands,
coupled with the roaring fire seemed to have an effect on her. A
low moan escaped her lips as he continued his massage. She felt a
finger teasing the entrance to her anus. Her hips begin to gyrate
as a warm flow start to trickle down her inner thighs. "Mmmmmm...
so good," she murmured. "You like that," he asked. "Yes." There
was a brief pause then, "Would you like more?" She wasn't sure
how she should answer, but she knew she had to say yes, he was
paying for this session. She answered yes, feeling a subtle
change in his manner he increased the pressure slightly. He
inserted a finger inside her snatch, it contracted around it,
gripping the intruder in a fierce hold. "Ahhhh...ooooooo." She
moaned again. "Yes, fell it, Mindy. Your cunt is so tight and
wet." She didn't mistake the pleasure she heard in his voice. One
finger swirled inside her treasre as the other pressed against
her swollen bud. The action made, Mindy push against his fingers,
begging for deeper penetration. He brought her closer to climax,
just when she was about to release he stopped to let her catch
her breath.

<Breathing hard> She wondered what he was going to do next, her
question was answered when she felt a mild pressure at the
entrance of her anus. The object was hard and round, something
she never felt before. The oil made it easy for the object to
slip inside. "Mmmmmmmmpppfff," she moaned. "You have such a
beautiful ass, Mindy." He inserted a second bead inside her. She
answered with another moan. After the fifth and final bead was
inserted, he placed the string against her cheek. The sensation
was new to, Mindy. She never felt anything like it. The pressure
from her beads seem to bare down on his fingers inside her cunt.
Faster and faster, his fingers slid in and out of her till she
was about to climax again.

He stopped for a second time, allowing her another chance to
catch her breath. He quickly removed his fingers , then replaced
it with his throbbing maleness. "Now you are going to be fucked
like you've never been." She considered the silliness of his
words, since she is a call-girl. All musings fled her mind with
his first whack on her tender ass. Before she could voice an
objection, he rammed his steel-hard member deep inside her. She
was amazed that she didn't feel any pain from the swift entry. It
took a moment for her walls to adjust to the invader, then it
relaxed around him, welcoming the intrusion.

His thrusts were slow, until he felt her need building. "More,
deeper," she urged. She wasn't there for her own pleasure, an
answering whack on her smooth ass confirmed that she wasn't. Her
ass was bright red after several firm whacks, a mild stinging 
heightened her response to his thrusts. He grabbed her hips and
shoved deeper into the alcove of her cave. She knew he couldn't
hold back much longer, her own need cried for release.

He called out as he spewed his hot jism inside her. She answered
his cry with her own burst of climatic splendor. After they were
totally drained, he pulled the beads out of her anus slowly,
taking care not to rip the muscle. Once he finished, he released
her from her bindings so he could cuddle her, and tell her what a
good girl she has been. After she was able to focus, the last
thing she wanted was to her him console her. She felt suddenly
ill, the thoughts of her experience came rushing back to her.
Noticing her discomfort, he instructed where she could locate the
facilities, then left the room so she could dress. He was too
smug to care about her feelings, he accomplished what he set out
to do, humiliate. "Ahhhh....I guess, Mona won't be sending any
fresh meat over for awhile," he sighed softly. "Tis a shame, I
enjoy the unexperienced ones. There's nothing like the look of
pleasure, then of utter horror on their faces after they realized
they enjoyed it." With a wicked laugh, he walked up the winding
staircase.

Mindy, heard his strange laughter. She quickly dressed and
searched for her coat. The butler held the door open as she
exited the house. She couldn't meet the limo driver's gaze as she
slipped inside the protection of the vehicle, only then she let a
thankful sigh escape her lips. Mindy, was angry at, Mona, at the
whole world for having so many insane people. She vowed that she
would never subject herself to that kind of treatment again. She
settled in the cushion seat and let sleep take over, all thoughts
of her experience seemed to fade, joining the rest of her painful
memories...........



To Be Continued



This is the first story. I may use Mindy again, but in a
different setting. If you have any comments to any of my work,
please forward them to: tiffanye@aol.com


Thank you


Selena Long


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