The sophisticated businessman was thrown hard into the door as the cab lurched into traffic, eliciting squealing tires and angry horns as the driver executed a frantic U-turn in pursuit of the other cab. Both were surprised when their trip ended a scant three minutes later in front of a hotel less than two blocks away.

The Pakistani cab driver cursed in his own language as he glared at his passenger, who placated the Muslim with a crisp twenty, not waiting for change as he followed the couple into the hotel lobby. There were not many people in the lobby, but all eyes were on the couple, or more specifically the petite blond who still wore the scanty black leather outfit as they headed toward the elevators.

The businessman stopped for a moment, quickly weighing whether he should board the elevator with them or wait in the lobby forwhat? He barely made it into the elevator, standing rather breathlessly next to the two partiers. He smiled at the young man as he muttered "Damn elevators..". Jeff smiled in return, chuckling softly in sympathy.

They rode in silence for a few seconds before the older man in the expensive suit grinned at Jeff and observed "That's quite an outfit your, uh, wife has on there."

"Yeah? You like that, huh. I designed it myself", Jeff lied. "I'm a fashion designer. Own a string of boutiques here in the city" Jeff continued, trying to impress the handsome gray-haired man who obviously was quite wealthy. "And, uh, she's not my wife. She's one of the top models in New York, aren't you babe?" he bragged turning to the girl. "Turn around and show the man how beautiful you are, Mary Lynn."

She responded with a smile and rather awkward pirouette, but the businessman hardly noticed as his suspicions had just been all but confirmed.

Mary Lynn. He had been sure he'd recognized her, even though he'd never met her in person. He had a large picture of her in his office at home. She wasn't wearing a dominatrix costume in that picture. Quite to the contrary; she was wearing a lovely white wedding dress. And, in his picture, she wasn't standing next to some common street hood like the guy in the elevator. No. The picture on his wall was a wedding picture and the man she stood next to in it was his SON!

This hot looking little tramp was his daughter-in-law!

He hadn't been able to attend his son's wedding since, as the sole owner of one of the world's largest privately held conglomerates, he'd been booked overseas a year in advance to close the deal on a new acquisition. It had been one of his favorite deals. It was also one of the nastiest, which was precisely why it was his favorite. He had been at his evil, conniving best to financially rape the owner of the little electronics firm he now owned.

The newlyweds had sent him a video and some stills of the wedding He remembered wondering at the time how his idiot, no-balls son had managed to land such a hot little piece as Mary Lynn. Even in her wedding dress, he recalled how his cock had stirred as Mary Lynn bent over in the video to lift her dress so his son could retrieve her garter. Her creamy tits practically fell out of the low cut bodice and the camera caught her naked thighs just above her white stockings. He had replayed that sequence several times, each time wishing more that he could have attended the stupid wedding just so he could get better looks at her.

Standing three feet from her now caused him to wonder even more what had attracted her to his worthless son. She was just as he described. Even in that outfit that made her look like a top dollar hooker, there was an innocence in her eyes, smile and demeanor that made her personify Little Red Ridinghood just waiting for the Big Bad Wolf.. He decided right then he'd make sure he got in her little picnic basket before he was through.

Millions of thoughts cascaded through his mind, but he stifled them long enough to maintain his composure and reply "Very impressive ­ your design and your "model". I'm very interested." Looking straight into Jeff's beaming eyes, he stated very firmly "Perhaps we should talk some business."

The man had caught Jeff off guard, but his street instincts took over immediately. His eyebrow raised, Jeff took a moment to make a more calculated appraisal of the gentleman stranger. As the elevator door opened, Jeff decided he smelled opportunity ­ and money. Jeff grinned his best "player' grin and smirked "Perhaps we should. Follow me."

Moments later they were in the room. Her room from all appearances. Why would a local model be staying in a tourist hotel? Did his son know she was here? Had they split up?

Jeff extended his hand and said "I'm Jeff, by the way. Let me get her into the shower, then we can talk."

"Call me Blake. I'll wait right here."

From behind the closed bathroom door, Blake heard some feminine giggles and water running. He couldn't help imagining Mary Lynn peeling off the leather and standing naked under the streaming shower. He wondered why she didn't mind Jeff seeing what only her husband (his son) should be seeing.

Jeff emerged, leaving the girl on her own in the shower. "So, you're interested in buying one of my creations, Blake?"

"Possibly, but especially if your model comes with it. Does she do any, um, private modeling?"

"Oh. Your hot for the girl. Can't blame you. She is pretty sexy, isn't she? But, she's not a hooker and I'm not a pimp, Blake."

"Everything has a price, Jeff. Especially in New York. What's hers?"

Jeff nodded as his mind whirled. He liked the man's boldness. "Well, since you put it that way. Just supposing I could talk her into it, what kind of number did you have in mind?"

"I usually use the Loring agency, Jeff. Are you familiar with them? The city's best pussy for $5,000 a night. But that's for experienced girls that know what they're doing. Girls that will do anything and everything to earn their money. I can handle the $5,000, but how do I know she'll deliver? How do I know she's any good?"

Jeff grinned. Pops was speaking his language now. "Well, I can tell you from personal experience that she's first class ass. Thirty minutes ago we were fucking our brains out in a private club just down the street. She was the hit of the party, Blake. She loves cock. The more the better. You'll be more that pleased, I'm sure."

Blake's steel blue eyes narrowed to the little slits that had cowered billionaires and politicians all over the country. "Is that right, Jeff? You wouldn't lie to me, would you?"

Jeff's heart skipped a beat. There was something eerie and menacing about this man. He struggled to reply. "Well, uh, Blake my friendI, uh" Then inspiration struck Jeff right between the eyes. He leered right back at Blake and blurted "I have a tape".

"A tape? A tape of what?"

"The party. Fuck. The orgy. The one we just left. Where she was guest of honor. She did everything and everybody. I have a tape."

"A tape with her fucking? And does she know this tape exists?"

"Well, uh, no," Jeff chuckled. "She doesn't know. That's why it's so expensive. Only a handful of very special people will ever see it."

"I see. And where is this tape now? How can you get it to me?"

"Let me make a phone call"

By the time Blake left the hotel room, arrangements had been made to deliver the tape to his Central Park West apartment within the hour and to deliver Mary Lynn to the same private "dungeon" club she'd been so popular in that very night. It had been awhile since Blake had attended an orgy and he rather liked the idea of watching his sweet little daughter-in-law in action. All this had only cost him $8,000. Pocket change. Literally. He would gladly have paid twice that just to see her naked in the shower.

Using his innate persuasive abilities, he'd gotten Jeff to admit that Mary Lynn was not a "top New York model", but simply a tourist he'd picked up when she came to his leather boutique. He even admitted ­ bragged ­ that he'd used some designer drugs to get her to "co-operate", promising Blake that she'd not remember a thing about him or the "party". He also assured Blake that even though the drugs "loosened her inhibitions", they didn't make her a sexual robot. Nothing she did that night, as he would see on the tape, was something she didn't inwardly really want or desire. Deep inside her blond head, Mary Lynn really was a hot little wild child. The drugs merely let her be the way she really was; a girl who craved lots of attention and lots of sex.

Blake had heard rumors of such drugs and in the cab on his way home made a mental note to have one of his corporate Vice Presidents look into the commercial potential of Jeff's concoction. He also fantasized about the one stipulation he'd put to Jeff about his forthcoming "date" with Mary Lynn; at some point in the evening she was to be wearing a lacy white wedding dress.

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Jeff couldn't believe his good fortune. Besides being a delicious little fuckdoll, this Mary Lynn had turned out to be quite a money maker. After the Blake guy had left, Jeff had gone through Mary Lynn's purse, procuring information from her driver's license, social security, ATM and credit cards. He also pocketed her room key. Of particular interest was the picture in her billfold of her husband. He looked just as Jeff had imagined: typical Midwestern middle manger type guy. Not bad looking, but bland and boring like most of the tourists that crowded Times Square on New Year's eve.

He had just replaced her purse when Mary Lynn emerged from the bathroom all scrubbed and clean. She resisted only slightly when he laid her down on the bed and forced his head between her legs. After only a few licks between her pink, strawberry essenced pussy lips, she was moaning and writhing in ecstasy. The drugs were wearing off, but after her experiences of just a few hours ago Jeff mused, maybe she didn't need them,.

He pictured her husband in his mind as he pushed her legs back and thrust his insatiable cock where his mouth had just been. He imagined her husband tied to a chair, being forced to watch as his wife was willingly ravished. Since he didn't want to leave cum for Mary Lynn to discover when she woke up, Jeff dropped her legs and straddled her chest where he massaged his cock between her breasts, still pink and moist from the shower. Just before he felt his balls begin to tighten, he pushed his cock in Mary Lynn's mouth. She just had time for a couple of licks and a few good sucks before he left the last of the evening's sperm where she'd never remember it had been ­ deep down her throat.

As Jeff turned out the lights and walked out the door, he could swear he heard Mary Lynn gurgle, "Oh, my GOODNESS!"

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When Mary Lynn awoke, there were several surprises waiting for her. First, she had a very strange taste in her mouth. Second, her body ached like she'd gone a couple rounds with Mike Tyson. Third, she couldn't remember a thing past the point when she was dancing with Jeff in the disco. Fourth, as she pushed back the covers, she discovered she was quite nude. Last on her list of surprises was the fact that Jeff was sitting in a chair grinning at her.

"Good morning, beautiful!" he chirped.

"Oh my goodness!" she gasped as she retrieved the covers, pulling them self consciouly up to her chin. "How did you get in here, Jeff? And WHAT happened to my clothes?!"

Jeff put on his best pained expression and said "Why Mary Lynndon't you remember? You had a little too much to drink last night and you asked me to accompany you back to your room. I agreed, just for your safety's sake. When we got here, you got sick on your clothes and passed right out. So, the only I knew to do was put you to bed. I thought about looking in your suitcase for pajamas, but I didn't want to invade your privacy more than I had to. (In fact, he'd just finished rummaging through all her belongings when he heard her stir). I'm really sorry I had to undress you, but, I mean, you don't have anything I haven't seen before, do ya?" he joked.

"Sooo...you've been here all night with me?" she ventured.

"I had to make sure you were ok, didn't I?" He was almost pouting.

"Oh my goodness, Jeff! That's so sweet!" she melted. Then a small furrow formed on her brow as she inquired "We didn't, um, you know. When I was naked you didn't."

"Mary Lynn! Now I really am crushed! Don't you remember kissing me and rubbing your body all over me, telling me how much you wanted me? Right there in the club while we were dancing? We found an empty little supply room and you practically tore my clothes off! God Mary Lynnyou kept telling me over and over, even in the cab on the way back, it was the best sex you'd even had! But, once I got you to the room and saw the condition you were in, I never touched you! I swear! As much as I wanted to, I just put you to bed and guarded you all night. You HAVE to remember that!" (Of course, it was all lies. He'd left right after Blake did and just made sure he was back before Mary Lynn could possibly wake. He let himself in with her own key).

Mary Lynn silently thought for a minute, which may have established a new record for her. She did remember how excited she was, even in the little leather shop. Jeff had paid so much attention to her. He'd even chased her down the street to ask her to the club. He had been SO nice! She certainly knew her emotions could get away form her at times, especially if she had a little too much to drink. And, he had paid for the drinks. Oh! And he even gave her that expensive little leather getup. Now she actually felt bad she didn't remember having sex with him. Especially if it was the BEST sex she'd ever had! She knew she would NEVER say such a thing if it weren't true. So it must be true! She felt almost as bad as she felt about giving in to her urges without her husband knowing about it. She was comforted by the fact that she knew her Jim would still love and forgive her when she told him about it. "But wait", she thought to herself. "How can I tell him about it if I don't even remember it myself?" She decided she didn't have to confess after all!

"Jeff...did I really say it was, you know, the best?" she whispered as she let loose of the covers, allowing them to fall just below her naked shoulders.

"Over and over, Mary Lynn! You even bragged about it to a couple of friends in the club. I was so embarrassed," he replied with every ounce of sincerity he could muster.

"Oh my goodness!" she gasped as her hands flew to her mouth, allowing the covers to fall to just above her nipples.

"It's true, Mary Lynn. If only you could remember. I'll tell you what, you try to remember while I take a shower, ok? Try real hard. Since I was here all night, I really need one."

With that, Jeff sauntered into the bathroom, carefully making sure the door didn't quite close. As he undressed, he could see in the mirror that the cute little housewife was watching intently. As he turned to start the water running, he made sure his naked body (and especially his half hard cock) was plainly visible through the crack in the door. Careful not to make eye contact with her, he stood there waiting patiently for the water to turn hot. Stepping into the shower, he was careful not to get his hair wet since he'd just spent a half hour at home making sure it was just right, as usual. He let the water cascade over his cock as he stroked it slowly in anticipation of what he knew was about to happen.

In the mean time, Mary Lynn's mind was churning furiously. If she had already let him have his way with her, she reasoned, she might as well find out if what she had told him was true. If it had been the best sex ever, didn't she deserve to remember it? How could she know it was the best unless she did it just one more time. Since she had done it once already anyway. He was so nice and everything. Didn't he deserve for her to at least know for sure she had told him the truth? How could he know for sure that she knew it was the best sex ever if she didn't let him do it again. Since she had already anyway

Finished, Jeff wrapped a towel around himself, admiring the large tent in front. When he opened the door, he had to force himself not to laugh out loud. Mary Lynn was lying on the bed, sans covers, in a naked pose straight out of Playboy. She was obviously pretending to be asleep. Jeff played along, tiptoeing over to the bed and sitting down close to her. He leaned over and whispered directly in here ear. "Mary Lynn. Mary Lynn, wake up precious."

With the worst acting he'd seen since Howard the Duck, Mary Lynn yawned and stretched, her arms "accidentally" encircling Jeff's neck who then "accidentally" fell atop her. His hand "accidentally" fell right between her legs where two of his fingers "accidentally" slid right into her very wet pussy. Jeff inwardly guffawed, extremely pleased with himself for manipulating the naïve blond so easily. "Mmmmmno drugs this time, huh babyand you're still sopping wet" he thought to himself. He began to slowly fingerfuck her in the same rhythm as he simultaneously tonguefucked her mouth, causing her to squirm and moan loudly.

Jeff decided he wanted to tease her - just to see if he could get her to beg him for his cock. He began to talk to her, telling her how beautiful and sexy she was in his most melodramatic, soap-opera-style voice as he continued to play between her thrashing legs.

"Ohhh Mary Lynn! You're driving me sooo crazy! Look at you! You're sooo hot, sooo sexy. I want you so bad, Mary Lynn!"

She responded with her own "daytime drama" dialogue. "Ohh YESSS Jeffy! Ohh! I can't believe this! I want you toooo, Jeffy!"

He laid it on thick for a minute before he decided to move to a different level ­ talking dirty. "Oh yeah, baby. Your pussy is so wetso hotso fucking tight. You've made my cock so hard, you bad little girl" He was mildly surprised when her moans and gyrations increased markedly, particularly the "bad little girl" offering, so he continued exploring that subject. "Oh yeah.you're very bad, aren't you. Such a naughty little girl. You know it, don't you. You know you're a bad little girl, Mary Lynn. You know you're just a hot little SLUT!" On the word "slut" he thrust three fingers into her ­ hard, resulting in an ear-piercing scream and what may have been the loudest orgasm in recorded history, Jeff thought.

Mary Lynn had him in a death grip as wave after wave of passion crashed over her as he continued his verbal onslaught. He pried one of her arms loose and stuck her hand on his rampant cock. "That's right, Mary Lynn. You love my cock don't you! You want it bad. You want to be fucked, don't you baby. You want to feel my cock in your hot little cunt"

"Oh god yesss!" she squealed.

"Yeah...only bad little girls beg to be fucked, don't they."

"Yess Jeff...I am a bad little girl"

"Yeah I know, Mary Lynn. You are very bad. Tell me baby, what would your husband think if he could see you right now? Huh? Laying here naked with a big, hard cock in your hand...begging to be fucked...what would he think, baby? Huh?"

Mary Lynn's eyes rolled back in her head and she started cumming all over again ­ babbling incoherently amidst torturous moans and gasps, her breasts heaving rapidly as she struggled to even breathe.

Jeff laughed diabolically at her, which only excited her more. The nastier he was the more she responded, until he decided she'd had enough and slammed his massive cock up inside her. He fucked her mercilessly, never stopping his verbal assault which had turned downright abusive. He called her every name he could think of, laughing evilly each time she reacted with a moan or an "Ohhh god!". At last slammed his cock deep in her and held it there, balls deep, allowing her to reach a cataclysmic peak with her pussy locked around his dick like a python squeezing it's prey to death.

He watched her intently, reveling in his complete conquest of her mind and body. When he felt that she had leveled off enough he whispered "So babywas it the best fuck you've ever had? Tell me. Was I right?"

"Yes...yes" she breathed. "Best...fuck...ever!"

"Good Mary Lynn. Now show me how much you appreciate it."

With that, he straddled her chest and rubbed his slimy cock around her lips. Mary Lynn hesitated for just a moment before Jeff watched her sweet little lips open and consume his big dick.

"Show me how a bad little girl sucks cock, Mary Lynn."

And she did.

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Just as Jeff arrived at his juicy climax, across town Blake arrived at his expansive office. He was a little later than usual since he'd been up most of the night. He told Sherry, his executive assistant, to hold all his calls. Of course, Sherry was more than an employee. The buxom green-eyed strawberry blond was also one of the most accomplished fellatio artists than he had ever encountered, a talent he utilized whenever the urge struck him. He particularly enjoyed having her down on her knees in his office; the nerve center of his vast corporate empire and his psychological center of power. That was one of the reasons he chose to wait until he got there to watch the tape that Jeff had supplied.

His office was equipped with state-of-the art multimedia equipment, including a high definition video projector with a ten foot motorized screen that even now was silently descending from the oak paneled ceiling. Slipping the tape into the player, he sat in one of the several overstuffed leather chairs facing the screen as the lights automatically dimmed and the window shades hummed quietly, blotting out his perfect view of Wall Street. As the tape started, he was amazed at the quality of the image, especially since it was shot in such low light. Moments into the tape he saw Mary Lynn arrive and discover the man bound to the wooden X. He watched intently as Jeff knelt behind her and removed her panties. When he stood back up, Blake could easily see the look of pure evil on Jeff's face as he unzipped his pants, took out his cock and started rubbing it against the ass of the girl Blake's son had recently married. About the time he watched her sit on Jeff's cock, Blake pushed a small button built into the console next to his chair and said "Sherry, come in here. And lock the door."

With a smile, Sherry replied "Yes sir, Mr. Tyler. Right away." Quickly reaching into her desk, Sherry retrieved a tissue and blotted her luscious mouth because Mr. Tyler hated it when she got lipstick on his pants.

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The tape finished at about the same time as Blake did, shooting his typical massive load from his oversized balls into Sherry's eager mouth. As she stood to straighten her skirt, Blake reached for the rewind button and said matter-of-factly "Sherry, see if you can get my son on the phone, will you? Andyou were incredible as always. You're the best.
Oh. And look up his birthday for me, too."

Sherry glowed at the high praise from her boss said "Of course, Mr. Tyler. Right away. And thank you. It's always as pleasure ­ you know that."

Blake dismissed her with a smile. He was five minutes into the tape again when his intercom spoke; "Your son on line 8, Mr. Tyler. His birthday is May 8th."

Blake grinned perversely as he keyed the speaker phone. This was going to be rather fun. Evil. And fun.

"Hello son, how's it going" he spoke in his trademark forceful baritone as Mary Lynn devoured an incredibly large cock on the screen.

"Fine dad. To what do I owe this honor?"

"Noting in particular. You have a birthday coming up, don't you?"

"Two weeks, dad. Nice of you to remember."

"How's that new wife of yours doing, son?" Blake intoned as he watch her face disappear between the huge man's legs.

"Just great. You got the tape of the wedding I sent, right?"

"Yes. She certainly looks wonderful on video, doesn't she" Blake remarked, using most of his willpower to keep from laughing as he watched Jeff slip his cock into his son's cute little wife while she munched on Goliath's balls.

"Glad you think so, dad. Everyone enjoyed the tape a lot."

Blake's eyebrow arched as he felt his pants once again stretching in front. "Uh, hold on just a second son" he said as he reached for the intercom again. "Ummm, Sherry, could you come back in for a minute. And uh, lock the door again."

"Yes SIR, Mr. Tyler!" she squeaked as she reached for another tissue.

"Sorry son, I'm back. What were we talking about? Oh right. Your wife. Is she with you? Perhaps I should say hi."

"No, she's actually up in your neck of the woods. We were supposed to attend a sales meeting up there, but it got rescheduled at the last minute. I had a scheduling conflict with the new date, so I told her to go on her own. I thought she could use a little surprise."

Just as his son said that, his daughter-in-law was getting a surprise alright as Jeff smiled at the camera and slipped his cock in her ass. Sherry's timing was perfect as her lips closed around Blake's fully erect member at the same moment, causing him to moan just a little in spite of himself.

"Is everything ok, dad?"

"Oh yeah. There's just some input I'm receiving at the moment that distracted me. Everything's just fine" he stated as he stroked Sherry's strawberry tresses. "So, your wife is doing a little "shopping around" perhaps?"

Jim chuckled and replied "No doubt. She's probably racked up my credit cards already."

"Well, I'm sure she's worth it.." Blake replied as he thought "She's worth at least eight grand to me tonight. And from what I'm seeing, she does have a great rack"

"Yeah, she's pretty terrific, dad. I'd like you to meet her sometime"

"Yes. I'd like to "meat" her, too." Blake schmoosed, pleased with his clever double entendre. "Listen, I'll give you back to my assistant when she's finished with what she's doing and you can tell her where your wife is staying and maybe even her flight information. Perhaps we can get together or I can at least ride her out to the airport in one of the limos." he said calmly as he grasped Sherry by her hair savagely fucked her mouth.

"That would be great, dad. You're always so generous."

Blake had been accused of many things, but generosity was not one of them; even though he felt like giving Sherry another generous amount of his sperm at the moment, but decided to save it for Mary Lynn instead.

"The pleasure will be all mine, son, I can assure you. Have a happy birthday. I'm planning a little surprise of my own for you this year. Here, I'll give you to Sherry for the information." He pulled her hair, making her wince as his cock popped audibly from her mouth.

Sherry was bleary eyed but composed as she memorized the numbers while standing and straightening her skirt once again. Her boss's cock throbbed as he viewed her deep cleavage and expanse of creamy thighs above white stockings as she bent forward and reached under her skirt to adjust her slip. What was even more wicked was the sight of Mary Lynn on the screen, behind his assistant, bent over in front of that wooden "x" in the dungeon. It was all he could do to resist the impulse to bend Sherry over his desk and do to her what some photographer was doing on the screen to his daughter-in-law. That would have to wait. He didn't want to spoil his appetite.

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Jeff spent the rest of the day with the cute little housewife, taking her to lunch and showing her around Manhattan. He made her laugh almost constantly with his charming banter. He introduced her to several of his friends. She was so impressed that Jeff knew so many people. She didn't know that at least one of the encounters was not at all by chance. In fact, Jeff had arranged the meeting and during the enthusiastic handshake, a small vial of clear liquid changed hands which Jeff pocketed surreptitiously for use later that night. He was anxious to see the effect of the drug since his chemist friend had added a new ingredient that he said acted like an aphrodisiac.

To Mary Lynn, Jeff was the perfect host and she had a ball going into shop after shop, trying on clothes and shoes and modeling them for her very attentive escort. He even bought her a couple of rather daring outfits which made her feel even sexier, thrilling her when he told her he should take her dancing again just so she could wear one of them. He even convinced her to try on a couple of wedding dresses just for laughs in a shop that specialized in rented them. Without her knowing, of course, he arranged to have one of them delivered to the club that night to fulfill Blake's demand. He had secretly made other arrangements by phone for the evening while Mary Lynn showered following their torrid late morning sex.

He took her back to his place to change into evening clothes before he escorted her to dinner at a very posh French restaurant. Even though Mary Lynn had FIRMLY decided that her little episode with Jeff that morning was a "just this once!" event, she was inwardly disappointed when he didn't come on to her at his apartment, even though she absolutely, positively would NEVER do such a thing again! But then she had no clue what was in store for her later that night and the fact that Jeff was saving his "ammunition" for it. She also had no clue that her perfect host Jeff slipped his favorite designer drug cocktail into her Café Au Lait while she visited the little girl's room at the restaurant. He had actually toyed with the idea of not slipping her the drug, based on her new found sexual appetite, but he decided he could not afford to screw up his sweet deal with Blake and didn't want to chance it.

By the time Jeff opened the cab door for her in route to the club, he noticed that she was even more giggly and perky than normal and as she squiggled into the back seat, she inadvertently gave him and a couple of valets a perfect view of her knew garter belt and panties between her splayed legs. He flashed his most evil grin to the kid who'd opened the cab door for her, completely neglecting the tip. He was too busy calculating just how much the drugs had kicked in and in what condition she might be when they got to their destination.

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Even though Jeff had reserved a VIP table for him on the second level overlooking the dance floor, Blake arrived at the club early just to get a feel for the place. By the time his daughter-in-law and her "date" arrived, he had been approached by five individuals; three women and two men, who were hoping to hook up with him for the evening. Blake exuded power, confidence and wealth - three attributes that attracted advances like ants to sugar. He took the phone numbers of the three women, gracefully deflected the young gay guy and the other gold-bedecked pusher who offered to sell him drugs.

Blake watched as Jeff entered the club with more than a little swagger with Mary Lynn on his arm. More than a few heads turned when they saw her dressed in a black top so sheer she might as well left it at home. It was low-cut with a little rhinestone zipper that started amidst her prominent cleavage and ended an inch above her navel, leaving a tiny band of bare flesh above her short, silky black skirt. Even from his elevated perch, Blake could see that the lacy black bra she wore underneath the sheerness was almost as transparent as the wisp of a blouse she wore. She looked simply radiant, her perfect white teeth exposed by an excited smile.

Blake was surprised that several people came up when they saw her and greeted her with hugs and kisses. From her puzzled yet thrilled expression, he surmised that she was a bit surprised herself, but it was obvious she relished all the attention. Then Blake recognized a couple of faces he'd seen on the tape. If what Jeff had promised about the drugs was true, it was no wonder she didn't remember them. And it was no wonder they were so glad to see her. Somewhere deep in his cerebral cortex, some of his most fiendish brain cells fired up, joining the others who'd been blazing since last night. Blake's eyes narrowed as he leaned forward. He felt like Caligula about to watch the Christians try to resist the loins in the Coliseum at Rome.

Jeff treated her to a drink, frequently talking into her ear over the thumping dance tracks. Halfway through the margarita, Mary Lynn's hips began to subtlely move in rhythm as she sipped and watched with wide eyes as people of every description erotically contorted their bodies on the dance floor. A guy Jeff apparently knew came over and talked to her. From what Blake could see, he was asking her to dance, though it took him three or four minutes to do it. The whole time, the kid never took his eyes off her tits. It looked like he was literally talking to them rather than her. Mary Lynn never faltered. If anything, Blake thought he could detect her back arching a bit more as the freaky looking kid's eyes bore into her chest.

"Yes...she craves attention," he thought to himself. "She's going to get a lot of it tonight.."

Jeff finally shuffled her into the sea of bodies and it was immediately apparent that she loved to dance and was very good at it. They danced without touching through one song, but soon were very close, and then body to body. Her eyes, previously wide and bright, became half lidded and glassy under the swirling colored strobes. She was a woman aroused. Judging from the bulge in Jeff's pants, he was equally stimulated, a fact Mary Lynn seemed to appreciate highly as she pivoted her pelvis against him.

Jeff spun her around several times, her skirt flaring to reveal her black stockings and sheer black panties. When he pulled her back, she was facing away from him, her ass pinned against his erection. Jeff began grinding and she did the same. He pushed her arms over her head and ran his hands slowly down her sides. When he brought them back up, he passed them directly over her breasts, causing to bite her lower lip. Blake swore he could see her visibly shudder.

When she turned back to face him, Jeff's hands slid slowly down to her ass and stayed there, squeezing and caressing. Blake could only catch glimpses of what the hands were doing because dancers kept blocking his view. From what he could make out, each time he caught a flash of Mary Lynn, the back of her skirt was getting shorter. Blake stared in fascination as inch after inch of her luscious thighs were revealed.

Was she aware of what Jeff was doing? If she was, did she care? They were almost standing still now, just their hips and legs languidly moving in unison as her hem slipped above her stockings, then her panties. Finally her entire skirt was up around her waist.

"Damn!" Blake cursed under his breath. How in the world had his son convinced this gorgeous little thing with the perfect ass to marry him?

During the whole time, Blake's eyes had never moved from Mary Lynn's cute round ass. When at last he glanced up at Jeff, he was startled to see Jeff staring back at him with a evil, leering grin on his face. It was almost as if Jeff had put on the little show just for him. Recovering from the momentary shock, Blake grinned his best demonic grin right back before both of them burst out laughing.

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Having completed his little demonstration for Blake, Jeff released the vivacious blond and started dancing once again. It wasn't long before a spike-haired guy grabbed her and started doing his best moves in front of her. Jeff watched as Mary Lynn giggled for a moment but then joined the guy, matching him step for step. Of course, Mary Lynn's new partner was a friend of Jeff's who was just following Jeff's secret instructions. It wasn't long before the Metallica reject had pulled her close and let her know just how physically excited he was. He was also telling her how hot and sexy she was as he ran his hands over her heated body, just as Jeff had instructed. Then another young man, bare-chested and wearing tight leather pants, moved in and suddenly she was laughing and dancing with both of them. Jeff slowly faded into the gyrating throng. leaving her to fend for herself among the wolves.
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The moment Mary Lynn set foot in the club, it felt as if her adrenaline leapt into high gear.
She had never felt so exhilarated, excited and ­ she search her little mind for the right word ­ "Free! Yes! That was it! She felt really, really freeee!"

They all had stared at her jealously. The waiter in the restaurant, the cab driver, ALL the people standing in line behind the rope as she and Jeff waltzed right by them. Even the big strong guy at the door smiled at her and said "Yo! Welcome back, Mary Lynn. You gonna have a big time tonight, baby girl!"

It was amazing and terribly exciting how everyone remembered her from the night before. Alot of them even called her by name. It made her feel so special!

The people in New York were so different that what she was used to. They were so...so......what was the word? Energetic! And friendly!

Then, when Jeff pulled her close and she felt him so....excited, something inside her just seemed to burst. She just wanted to dance and dance and dance! It reminded her of how BIG and HOT his "thing" felt when it was inside her that morning, and how he had called her a "bad girl".

All her life she had tried sooo hard to be a good girl. She was so tired of that! She knew her wonderful husband would understand. He always did!

Oh my goodness! She felt Jeff slowly pulling her skirt up in back. Something told her she shouldn't let him do that right here on the dance floor with all these people around, but then she didn't want to make a scene and hurt his feelings in front of all his friends. What could it hurt?? It's not like she was naked or anything and...besides! It felt kinda good. And it made her feel kinda...naughty!! Yes. A girl deserved to be a little bad once in a while, didn't she? Especially since she REALLY was a good girl! A big smile broke out on her face as she realized she had come to an important decision. She decided she was going to be just a little bad.for just this ONE NIGHT!

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Blake was enthralled by the scene below him.

"What would my son say if he could see his sweet little wife sandwiched between those two perverts on the dance floor?" was the question that kept ringing in his mind.

"Probably not a dammed thing" was the answer every time.

His son was not like his father at all. Jim was nice. A fucking wimp if the truth be told. He'd probably just stand there with his thumb up his ass watching his darling Mary Lynn get groped and dryhumped right in front of him. He could have been rich and powerful just like his old man if he'd just listened. If he'd just had some balls for god's sake. Well, tonight the old man was going to teach his dickless son a lesson. Hell, if he wanted to, he could no doubt sweep the bitch off her feet and have her walking down the aisle with him, but the last thing he needed was another cunt to tie him down. No, he was going to show his ungrateful kid what happens to nice guys. They finish last ­ and get their women fucked by men with real balls!

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Unnoticed, Jeff had worked his way to a place where he could watch Mary Lynn and Blake at the same time. It was like watching a snake slither slowly towards it's unsuspecting prey. It was decadent and depraved and he loved every minute of it.

His friend who was dancing behind Mary Lynn had pulled her arms up and back, locking her fingers behind his neck, forcing her back to arch and her tits to strain the wispy material that held them. The other guy in front of her was thrusting his crotch in sync with the blaring music as his hands slowly moved up and down her wantonly displayed body.
Her eyes were closed and her mouth open, her hips were moving in a small circle.

The male in front of her buried his face in her cleavage, then captured the tab of the delicate zipper that ran down the front of her see-through black top. Several of the other dancers had stopped to watch and began chanting as the zipper slowly descended, dispatching the nearly transparent material as it parted widely since it had been stretched taut by Mary Lynn's abundant breasts. Everyone cheered and hooted when the zipper released and the blouse sprung open leaving only the lacy black bra in place. Even though it was under considerable strain itself, the twin nubs of Mary Lynn's stiff nipples were readily visible poking out from the flimsy cups.

The cast of onlookers grew, cheering even louder when a tall woman stepped forward and shoved the man out of the way, assuming his place in front of Mary Lynn who was still restrained by the man behind her. The woman wore black leather boots that covered her legs to mid thigh, tight spandex red shorts and a matching halter top. Her jet black hair was long and straight much like the style worn by Cher and the look on her face was a cross between mischievous and malicious. She stared straight into Mary Lynn's surprised eyes and began to move her hips sinuously like a stripper might in an attempt to coax a dollar from a construction worker. The woman moved ever closer to Mary Lynn whose body movements changed slightly from a sensual squirm to one that seemed to be more apprehensive.

Eventually, spurred on by the boisterous crowd, the intense looking woman stood less than a foot from Mary Lynn who now looked like she was very nervous and trying to escape the grasp of the man behind her. Then the woman smiled at her, kissed her own finger and then placed the "kiss" on Mary Lynn's lips, causing the group to go "Ooooooooo" as if they had been choreographed. That seemed to confuse the little housewife, at least enough to stop resisting her restraint. Rather than removing her finger from Mary Lynn's lips, she gently circled them and slowly trailed it down over the entranced daughter-in-law's chin, then down her neck. Still smiling warmly into Mary Lynn's eyes, she let her finger steadily descend down her chest, lingering for an instant between her thinly covered breasts which were now heaving quite rapidly, then downward, tantalizing Mary Lynn and throng. When the finger reached the waistband of her skirt, everyone began to whoop and shout in anticipation of what they hoped was about to happen. Every eyed was glued to the digit as it trailed lower.

Mary Lynn started to bite her lower lip as her hips moved involuntarily, more in arousal than in nervousness. While the touch of the woman caused her some anxiety, the fact that she was the center of everyone's attention was extremely exciting and sexy. She broke the intense eye contact with the woman to glance at the crowd which had circled closer and closer. The crazed look she saw on many faces made her feel bolder.

Suddenly, the woman thrust her hand under Mary Lynn's skirt and between her legs, capturing the startled blonde's crotch in her palm. The club patrons screamed their approval as the black-haired woman's enticing smile turned into a wicked grin.

Mary Lynn was momentarily too stunned to react, other than her legs doing their best to clamp together, but it was far to late for that. Then her instincts told her to break herself loose and run away, but she didn't want to make a scene. She was so confused! The crowd was clapping and cheering! They were all watching her- encouraging her. This was all just in fun, wasn't it? Shouldn't she feel embarrassed? What should she do?!

In the mean time, her assailant was moving her fingers, scraping her fingernails over Mary Lynn's wispy panties, massaging her enflamed pussy as only a woman knew how. It took less than a minute before the innocent little blonde's hips began to move in response to the stimulation, her eyes glazing over. Once again she became aware of the hard cock that was grinding around her backside, even though she didn't realize her skirt had been pulled up so that it was only her panties contacting the man's bulging pants.

The raven tressed woman's fingers shifted slightly, just enough for her to worm two of them beneath the flimsy panties. Once inside them, it took no effort at all to glide both fingers into the slippery little slit she found there.

Mary Lynn's jaw dropped and her eyes shut tight as she tried to absorb the fiery sensations that ripped through her. She felt her knees weakening and her mind began to spin. The noise of the howling patrons rang in her ears as the fingers slithered in and out of her, her hips circling wantonly. The waves of lust grew quickly and she found herself panting and teetering on the edge.

Without warning, the woman jerked her fingers out of Mary Lynn and slowly raised them in the air, displaying them to the crowd. It took a moment for them to recognized that the fingers were glistening wetly with Mary Lynn's juices and were being displayed as a trophy. Everyone roared in response, leaving the poor housewife confused and humiliated. But the woman wasn't through yet. As everyone stared, she slowly lowered the two juicy fingers, parted her lips and inserted them in her mouth. Naturally, everyone went crazy ­ applauding, whistling, jeering and laughing hysterically.

The fellow holding her had released her, but she just stood there in complete bewilderment until someone slapped her on the back and congratulated her. For the next few minutes they treated her like she'd just scored the Superbowl's winning touchdown in sudden death overtime. One after another they shook her hand, hugged her, squeezed her and told her how great that was and how sexy she was. Finally, one girl said "Wow honey, that was incredible! YOU won't have and trouble finding a ride home tonight!"

Mary Lynn froze. She suddenly realized she'd forgotten all about Jeff.

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He felt like he had just watched Snow White get raped by Elvira. It was perverse and hilarious at the same, a perfect mix for Jeff who had made his way back on the dance floor and wedged himself back to his Snow White. He made a mental note to congratulate his chemist friend on his new drug recipe. So far, it was working perfectly.

As he approached her, she was being hugged and complimented by one of the club's regulars. Whatever she had said appeared to cause Mary Lynn to panic briefly until Jeff hugged her and told her how hot and sexy she was.

"Oh Jeff! I thought you had left me!"

"Left you? I stayed in your room all night last night just to make sure you were ok, and now you thought I left you? You're a silly girl." He smiled as he hugged her again, wondering if she realized her top was still unzipped and her tits were easily visible through the semi-transparent black lace bra.

"Well, I do feel a little crazy I guess. I'm not used to all this...excitement."

"Mmm...you love it though, don't you. Have you ever had more fun?"

"Well...I guess not," Mary Lynn confessed. "This has been a fun day with you."

"That's right, babe. And there's a lot more to come, I promise! Besides, you said you wanted to be a bad girl, didn't you?"

Images of fucking wildly that morning - the best sex ever - leapt into her mind when Jeff mentioned that, which is precisely the effect he intended. She had been a bad girl, but only that once. She also recalled that she made a secret promise to herself that she would let herself be bad for just this one night, too.

"Did I say that, Jeffy?" she teased.

"Hey...you don't want me to spank you right here in front of everyone, now do you? You know what you said, you little tease."

Mary Lynn's eyes lit up for a second at that playful threat. Jeff had again planted an image in her head of her being the sexual center of attention. Her quick reaction didn't go unnoticed.

"I don't know Jeffy,,,I guess I might have" she purred coyly.

Jeff raised his hand threateningly which caused her to giggle and cover her butt protectively.

They both laughed and Jeff planted a soft kiss on her lips, to her girlish delight.

Taking her hand he said "Let's go, Mary Lynn. I have a big surprise waiting for you. You're going to love it!"

"A surprise? What kind of surprise? I love surprises!" she tittered.

"Just come with me and you will see!" he rhymed.

As they turned to go, Jeff glanced up at Blake who looked exactly like an ominous vulture about to swoop down on his prey. With a little nod, he signaled to Blake that they were headed to the private dungeon room he'd reserved that morning while Mary Lynn was in the shower. He watched as Blake stood to leave, his pants noticeably protruding in front.

"This was going to be something" Jeff thought to himself as a sinister smile spread across his face. Escorting the curvaceous housewife down a long, dark hall, little did he know that Blake was thinking the exact same thing.

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