Our First Vacation

Getting There is Half the Fun!

 

We had been dating just over a year, and living together for about nine months.  It was our first trip out of town together.  We were headed to California to visit some friends of mine in one of the southern beach cities.  We had been getting to know each other very well, in many different ways.  For instance, by this time I knew she was…submissive sexually, I just didn’t realize how much so.

I worked swing shift that night and had gotten off about 3AM.  Jennifer had met me at work, the car already loaded with suitcases and a cooler full of soft drinks and a bag full of snacks.  It’s about a four hour drive, a bit more if you stop on the way for gas and food.  In my Lincoln Mark IV, a gas stop was almost mandatory.  Being early December it was dark when she picked me up and sunup was to be around six am.  There was about two hours of darkness ahead of me, then I could look forward to the sun coming up and helping me stay awake on the drive Jennifer had a better idea to help me stay awake.

About thirty miles outside of town, Jenn fixed me a coke, and opened a bag of chips.  She then turned to me and started a conversation.  “Hey, it’s almost Christmas, baby.”

“Yes it is, Jenn.”  Figuring she was about to ‘hint’ around as to what she wanted.  Well, yes and no. 

“Have you thought about what you want?” 

Surprise.  The first of many over the next four days.  So, how does a guy answer that without getting into trouble?  Carefully, because you’re not sure where they are going with this type of question.  To play it safe, I gave what I thought was a very good, even great, (and safe) response. 

“Just you honey.  That’s all I want.” 

Now, I thought she would love this one.  I mean after all, it showed that I really cared for her, not wanting any gift etc.…Oh brother was I right…and wrong.  Still, it was the one she had been looking for, unbeknownst to me.

“Ok”, says she, “if that’s what you want, that’s what you can have.  Starting this weekend.” 

Now tell me that doesn’t sound inviting.  Not to mention dangerous.  Still, the opening seemed inviting, but it needed clarification.

“Jenn”, says I, “I’m a bit tired, could you maybe be a bit more specific about your wonderful (safe, that’s me) gift?”

She smiled that wonderful, sexy, soft, languorous smile she has and said, “For the rest of the weekend, you get me.”  Then she grinned, as if I would know exactly what the hell she was talking about.  With a bit of thought, I began to think I knew, (hoped and prayed would be a better description) but wasn’t totally sure.

“Baby, call me stupid, but, don’t I already have you?” 

“Yes, stupid” she replied smiling again, and by the way, following my instructions though I didn’t cop to that right away.  “But I mean it in a bit of a different way.”

The light was beginning to dawn that I was going to have one hell of a Christmas present.

 “How so?” 

Traffic was light, but there were a great many 18 wheelers that I was passing and was concentrating on one as I said this.  My CB was squawking in the background but I wasn’t listening.

“Lord can you be dense sometimes” she informed me. 

True enough, though I preferred to think of it as being ‘careful’  ‘safe’ if you will. 

“You…get…me…all…weekend.  Any way you want.  Anything at all.  No matter what.  You can do anything to me, make me do anything, and I will do it.  No matter what it is.  Clear enough?”

Oh hell yeah.  Clear enough.  Four million thoughts ran through my mind in an instant.  A dream come true.  Many dreams.  Most of them wet dreams.  Hell yeah, clear enough.

After several seconds with no response from me, she turns in the car seat and looks at me carefully, blue eyes about half closed.

 “Well?”

 I think she thought I was going to refuse her gift.  That’ll be the day.

I let her worry for a few seconds more then said softly, “Ok, I accept this wonderful gift.  So, please unwrap it for me.  I can’t because I’m driving.”

She blinked, not sure she heard me right or just surprised, I never was sure which.  Then, slowly, her hands rose to the buttons of her blouse and began to undue them.  One at a time.  Slowly.  The top one, then the second one, the third etc., until all 6 had been undone.  She shrugged out of the top and laid it in the back seat.  She reached for her jeans, unsnapped them and slowly lowered the zipper.  At the same time, she kicked off her sandals, then, as only a woman can, pulled her jeans all the way down and kicked them off her feet. 

She looked really good.  Her long (past the middle of her back) red hair was hanging down in front, covering her breasts and most of her stomach. With both hands, she pulled her hair back over her shoulders.  She then reached behind her, under her hair, and unhooked her bra.  Slowly, she pulled her bra off, and let it drop to the floor with her jeans.  She could have kept her hair to the front but then her breasts would have been covered.  And she knew I LOVED to look at her breasts. Firm, high, with fantastic, long pink nipples capping their fullness.  A very full C cup of soft white was on display before me.  With those fantastic (I said that huh?) nipples sticking out, and getting hard as I watched.

Jenn sat   like that for only a few seconds, and then moved her hands down to her panties.  With no wasted motion, she pulled these little things off quickly.  And a new surprise.  No hair.  Jenn had shaved her pussy bare.  I almost ran into the back of a tractor trailer rig at this point, but managed to hit the brakes in time.  My eyes were all but glued to Jenn’s pelvic region.  And she, tease that she was, closed her legs.

‘Well, if she can be mean, so can I’ I thought to myself.  And now was a good time to test the ‘anything’ promise.  I accelerated the Lincoln, and pulled up alongside the big-rig.  As I did so, I lowered the window on Jenn’s side of the car.  Mind you, this is winter, in the desert, in the middle of the night, going into the mountains by now.  In other words, it’s f…Ing cold.  Jenn’s nipples responded as I wished.  They grew to about a half an inch or so long. Jutting out from her great breasts beautifully

“Smile at the driver, slave. And make sure he can see your tits.”  Now, nothing had been said about ‘slave’.  I just assumed this.  But it must have been what she wanted to hear.  Instantly, she turned her body towards the window, and actually sat up a bit higher in her seat. That’s when I turned the interior lights on in the car.  I didn’t want the nice driver to miss the show, after all.  He must not have…his air horns began sounding seconds later, as he thanked Jennifer for the show.

I stayed alongside of him for a minute or so, then hit the gas and passed his ass.  He was slowing down because of the upgrade anyway.  Then I heard the CB blare into life.

“Breaker 19, breaker one nine.  Listen up, drivers.  Watch out for a dark colored Lincoln two door south bound.  One hell of a fine lady with red hair has one hell of a set of headlights on display.”  He didn’t get too specific, knowing the Highway patrol monitored the CB bands.  But he got his point across.  The come backs started right away. 

‘What mile marker?’ ‘Where are you?’ ‘What turnoff have you come to?’,  etc. etc.  All the truckers, wanting to know if they were in front of the show or, damn, behind it. 

While my new found driver friend passed along the info, I took a close look at my lady.  OMG was she turned on.  Her eyes, even with the cold wind, were wide open, nostrils flared, her hands were cupping her tits, with thumbs rubbing her nipples lightly.  A sure sign she was really hot. The first thing I thought was that this was fun.  Then, I began to think, really think.  She had given me this gift, with no strings attached.  Oh, my.  This was going to be one hell of a vacation.

Jenn was all of 22 at the time.  Five foot seven inches of woman.  As I said, very long red hair, dark, almost cherry colored.  She had blue eyes and very fair skin.  Her legs were long and firm, ending in a tight, but somewhat flat behind. (Her only flaw, if you consider that a flaw.)  Great eyes, soft blue.  Vibrant, those eyes.  Full lips, red and a wonder when kissing or…well, good for that too.  She had a soft oval face, her eyes were large and nose small.  Great ears.  Very easy to nibble, and a hot spot on her.

But, I digress.

Now, thinks I, how do I keep this going?  Escalation.

Jenn was freezing with her tits still sticking out the window.  I pulled her back in, rolled up the window, and noticed her eyes had glazed over.  I knew she was close to an orgasm, just from showing herself off.  Well, wait, there is more to come.  Cum?

Soon enough, I saw we were gaining on another truck.  “Jenn, play with yourself for me.”

She didn’t hesitate to follow my order.  Without a word, she put feet up on the dashboard, well apart, put her hands between her legs, and went to work.  Well, not work, more like play.  In any event, I could see, (the lights were still on in the car) that she was indeed playing with herself.  Her fingers were moving up and down her pussy, gently circling around her clit.  One hand began to move down, and a finger moved into her pussy.  Slowly she began to finger fuck herself.  As she did so, her bottom would rise up from the seat of the car, drop back down and rise up, in time to the movement of her finger.

Carefully, slowly, I pulled alongside the next truck.  I edged up until her window was just below the driver’s door.  Then, I dropped Jenn’s window.  The cold air blowing across her body must have been torture.  And it must have felt good too, because she began moving her fingers faster and deeper into her now very wet pussy.  I could hear sloshing sounds (well, I thought I could) as she fucked herself.  In any event, the driver of the truck could sure as hell see what she was doing.  From his angle, there was nothing hidden to his eyes.  His air horn began sounding approval, which jolted Jennifer out of her daze long enough to look over at the truck. 

Without another glance, and with a smile, she continued her masturbation.  Only, she did open her legs more, and began to pay more attention to her nipples with her other hand.  Within a minute, Jenny began to orgasm.  It started slowly, and then hit her like a two-by-four to the head.  Wham and she was moaning and groaning, writhing around the car seat, legs locking together with her hand caught between them.

This lasted at least another minute.  As she began to come down, I accelerated away from the very appreciative driver, who blinked his lights to me in thanks.  Then the CB went off again, this driver passing along the latest info for those ahead.  Jenn was all slack in the car seat.  I put the window up and grabbed a light blanket from the back seat to cover her.  She just tossed it back, turned to me, spread her legs and started over again.  This time for my benefit alone.

Jenn pleasured herself for the next 60 miles or so, and I watched, mostly. It’s Kind of hard to watch a sexy woman and a two lane freeway at the same time.  I paid very little attention to the road, enough, though, that we finally made the half-way point without me killing us both.  Jenny was somewhat subdued, which is understandable, since she had been masturbating for a bit less than an hour.  I don’t know how many times she climaxed during that part of the drive, but it was certainly more than four.  She admitted to that many. In her words, “I only counted the big ones, the nice little ones I didn’t count.” Okay.

The car was thirsty.  That big Lincoln motor needed a lot of gas. We pulled off the freeway onto the small town’s main street.  Since we had made really good time, it was still dark out, though a it was getting light over the eastern hills. Not dawn yet though.

Jenn started to reach for her clothes as I slowly drove down the main drag looking for the right place to stop, gas up, and expand our little game a bit. Oh, and food too. I was hungry and I know Jenn was also.

“No need to dress.” Says I, testing the waters. Jenny looked at me, her red hair covering one eye and (darn it) one very lovely breast.

“OK” says she, “whatever you want” and there was that sexy little knowing smile again. Oh how I love this woman.

I found what I was looking for. A large gas station with convenience store, and, glory, a coffee shop next door that was open.  I looked around as I pulled in and counted only four cars, all up by the store/coffee shop. None were by the pumps. There were no lights over the pumps either, and what light came from the store was muted. I pulled in at a bit of an angle to the island, which would serve to block the view from the street on my side of the car. Not so the view from the store area, it was basically unrestricted, though fairly dark.

“Jenn,” said as I opened my door, “come around to my side of the car.”

Without a glance around, or a word to me, Jenny opened the car door, stepped out, totally naked, not even shoes, and walked around the car to my side. And, she kind of took me by surprise. She came around the back of the car, leaving her in complete view of anyone driving by on the street.

Jenn walked right up to me, smiled, and said, “Yes, Master?” Ohhhhh yeah!

I pulled the nozzle out of the pump, then opened the gas tank and removed the cap. Placing the nozzle in the pipe, I said to her, “Unzip me and suck me off.” I wondered if I were pushing things a bit here and waited anxiously for her reaction. I was totally pleased by it…and soon by her.

Jenn dropped to her knees on the dirty driveway, unzipped me and pulled my already hard cock from my pants. Without a word, she sucked my cock into her mouth and began to work my cock as only she could. Oh, could she give head. Never before, or since, have had I ever as good of a blow job as Jenny’s.  Heaven! I loved how her mouth moved over my hard cock. I could feel her tongue lick up and down the underside and over the head. Jenn’s tongue was so velvety that description is difficult. She had a way to sort of wrap her tongue half way around my cock, almost like a hot dog in a bun. It might sound funny, but the feeling, oh yeah!

Up and down, slowly, Jenn moved her mouth over my really hard cock. Even as she did, I noticed her eyes. They were looking around, as best they could from her advantage (disadvantage) point. She was checking to see if she had an audience.  This, with the show for the truckers, convinced me that my lady had a desire to be watched. Way cool! This I could provide and my mind started into overtime, even as my one-eyed head began to…ohhhhhhhh….damn…..YEAH!

I came so hard Jenny started to choke on my cum. She backed off for a second, swallowed, and engulfed my cock to the bottom once more. My knees all but gave out; I was pumping a load while the gas pump was too. But oh my God, I couldn’t stop. I felt like a Texas oilfield gusher coming in….for almost..well, it seemed…like a long time.  Not really.

Jenny leaned back and looked up at me, my cum on her lips and chin, smiled opened her mouth to show a lot of cream on her tongue, and swallowed. Damn near got hard again right then and there.  Ahhh, youth.

I took a moment to catch my breath then said, “Ok, slut, get in the car. I’ll go pay for the gas.”  Jenny really looked disappointed. I think she wanted me to make her go pay for the gas. Hmmm, food for future thought. I had no idea what a Pandora’s box (no pun intended) I was opening on this trip.  The future would show me.  And it was going to be SOOO much fun.  For both Jenn and I.

I digress, (again). Jenny got into the Lincoln, this time through the driver’s door. I was hungry and so was she. I asked her what she wanted to eat and walked to the coffee shop to see what they had. After looking at the menu, seeing nothing either of us really wanted, I went back out to the car.  My eyes then beheld an interesting sight; Jennifer was masturbating, again, but this time she had an audience. An older couple, Middle 40’s maybe, had pulled up to the pump next to us. Jennifer had decided she was still horny (always) and had begun doing herself.  The husband, seeing my lady in the car, had called on his wife to exit their car, and view the inside of mine. Both were watching avidly at the goings on inside my Lincoln. She was a pretty lady, about five and a half feet tall, dark hair, and from what I could see a decent body. He was about six foot, and average build. Both were smiling, so I guess they didn’t mind the free show. 

With that in mind, and not wanting to startle the couple, I stayed back a few yards to watch them watch Jenn.

Fun…the couple moved right up to my car and all but leaned into the closed window. (It was a cold morning). As I watched them, the wife reached over and began to massage her husband’s crotch. In turn, he began to rub her through her jeans. I was hoping it would go farther, but no…well, you can’t have everything. 

Jenn reached a climax, in her usual quiet way…all but screaming as her orgasm hit her. Again.  The couple watched Jenn as she slowly stopped playing with herself, then returned to their own car. As they left, I walked to the Lincoln, opened the door and got in. Jenny was still basking in the latest climax as seemed oblivious to all that had just happened. Right!

“Do you think they liked my show?”

The first words out of her mouth, eyes still closed and a smile on her face.

“Oh, I think you could say that, yes” followed by a smile of my own.

Jenn sat up and looked around. “No food?”

“Not here. It’s a trucker type place…smelled good but from what I saw on plates…” she knew what I meant.

“Ok, McDonalds for breakfast then.”  And so it was. 

I hated to ruin what was a great trip so far, but it was starting to get light.  “I think you had best get dressed, hon. I don’t mind you showing off, but maybe not a good idea to show off for cops.” 

Jenn laughed at me, “why? You don’t think they would like me?”

“Oh, I’m sure they would. And then they would arrest the both of us.”

“Well, there is that.” She said.  Slowly, languidly, Jenn dressed. When she was done, I headed for the Mac’s just up the road. We got food and coffee to go, and headed back onto the freeway.

It got light quickly, and Jenny, for some unknown reason, was tired. She laid the seat back and dozed off. This didn’t help me stay awake at all. Still, I had my flash back memories to help me stay awake.  The rest of the drive to the beach was uneventful. Soon enough, we pulled into the hotel where we were going to stay. Laguna Beach has a few nice motel/hotels on the water. This particular one had some rooms that you could literally walk off your porch and be standing in sand. We quickly fell in love with the place, though it was older than some.

I hauled our suitcases out of the car and down to the suite (my one and her four, what the heck do woman pack into four large suitcases for a 4 day weekend?). Having been awake some twenty hours at this point, I was bushed. Jenn was tired too, so we stripped and went to bed.

And thus ended the first day of our vacation.

 

 

Dinner and a Late Dessert!

 

However, the night was approaching and I had thought up some nice stuff for later while I was driving and Jenn was asleep. She should never leave me to my evil thoughts.

 

We had gotten to sleep around 10 am. I woke up to the smell of fresh coffee coming from somewhere. Looking at my watch, I saw that it was something after 4 pm. Not bad, about 6 hours sleep.

 

Getting up, I wandered into the living room of our suite and saw Jenny in the kitchenette making something to eat. The coffee pot was just finishing brewing, and she was cooking scrambled eggs. Not a big meal, since we were going to dinner later, but something to take the edge off our hunger.

 

Seeing her standing at the stove made me realize that I was horny. I walked up behind my lady and began to fondle her breasts through her blouse…no bra…nice.  Jenn leaned her head back onto my shoulder and sighed softly. I could feel her nipples harden under the thin layer of cloth.

 

With a quick move, I reached around her, unsnapped her jeans and pulled them down. No panties either…again, nice. One hand moved back to her breasts while my other hand played with her hairless pussy (and that is a story unto itself…another time).

 

I slowly stroked her pussy from top to bottom and back again, feeling the wetness already there. Not wanting her to get burned by the stove, I nudged her over a bit so she was leaning against the counter. Keeping one hand working her nipples, I used my other hand and fingers thereon to slip and slide over and into her moist pussy. Jenn groaned softly and spread her legs wider. I can take a hint as well as the next guy, so I released her breasts and knelt down behind my very turned on lady. Using both hands, I spread the cheeks of her soft ass and began to lick her tight asshole. Jenn moaned deeply and pushed her butt back at me.

 

I knew what she wanted. I spread her cheeks more, and using my thumbs opened her tight little rosebud up then plunged my tongue into her asshole as deeply as it would go. The groan she gave out could have been heard in downtown LA.

I began to tongue fuck her ass, and used one hand to play with her pussy. It didn’t take long to get her ready.

 

“Oh, crap, fuck me now, damnit.” Subtle, that’s my girl.

I pushed her down so her breasts were crushed against the cold tile of the counter, then dropped my shorts, pressed the head of my cock against her, and pushed into her ass.

 

“Yesses!!!”

 

I think she liked that. I know I did.

 

Slowly at first, to make sure I was in, then faster, I began to fuck Jenny’s ass. Soon enough, I was pumping her hard. I could feel myself close to cumming, but was trying to hold off. One of my hands was working her pussy and the other was clamped in a death grip with her left breast.

 

Then she started to climax. Another one of those deep, long ones that never seem to end. And I was really close, but kept fucking her ass, loving the hot tight feel of it around my cock.

 

Then Jenn decided to take matters into her own hands. She reached between her legs somehow, and started to squeeze and play with my balls. That’s all it took. My orgasm hit me so hard I thought I was going to fall over. One of the best I had ever had, and I shot spurt after spurt of hot cum up her rectum. My orgasm lasted two or three hours…minutes??? Who knows? But it sure as hell felt like a long time.

 

My legs were shaking, and knees were wobbly as I pulled my cock out of her ass. Oh damn did that feel good. Jenn groaned softly as I pulled out, which I knew meant she didn’t want me too but knew I had too.

 

At that moment, I had an evil thought. ‘Anything’ she had said, ‘no matter what’. I remembered that on the instant.

 

As I pulled out I stepped back to give her some room for what I intended.

 

“Jenn, suck my cock clean please.” I don’t know if this was the ‘anything’ she had intended or not, I do know she didn’t say a word. Jenn simply turned around, got on her knees and sucked my still semi-hard cock deep into her mouth. Dammmnnn.

 

I could feel her tongue wrap around my shaft, and lick up and down. Her lips sucked the cum off the head. And she didn’t bat an eye. Instead, she looked into my eyes the whole time she cleaned my cock. Oh, damn it felt good.

 

When she was finished, I helped her up, kissed her hard and deep (fair is fair) and let her get back to the now sort of burnt eggs.

 

Neither of us cared about the damn eggs.

 

We showered, together, getting all the good parts nice and clean, then started to dress for dinner. It was a nice place we were going to, one of our favorites, but no tie was required though a jacket was. I pulled out my silk tweed, with gray slacks and shoes and got ready.

 

Jenny, never one to pass up a chance to dress, had brought several different outfits.  The one she wore for this occasion was long, and molded to her body. It was low cut in front, but not dangerously so, and had slits running from mid-thigh down. As a surprise for me, she had purchased a garter belt and some sexy black nylons, which she wore. No panties, no bra. Wow. It was a dark green emerald color dress that made her long red hair stand out. She looked dynamite.

 

I helped her slip into her full length white mink, and to the car we went.

 

It was about a 15 minute drive north on the Coast Highway to where we were going. Not far, and nice with the windows down. The cool damp breeze coming off the ocean felt great. Jenn had moved right over next to me, and was running her hand up and down my leg as I drove.

 

“Hon, I think you are going to like Kelly.” Says I. I felt sure she would. Kelly was my oldest friend. Since kindergarten actually. He was an up and coming attorney in Orange County and very nice. He was bringing his latest flame, a dark haired girl that I had yet to meet. Her name was Valencia, Kelly had told me and very sexy. We would see.

 

We arrived at the restaurant and I turned the car over to valet, taking Jenn’s arm and walking inside. The place is decorated like an English Tudor Manor. Dark woods, burgundy leather, tall wing-back chairs, etc. All very elegant.

 

The Hostess showed us to our large circular booth for four. Kelly hadn’t arrived yet, but we didn’t have long to wait. Within 3 minutes of being seated, my buddy and a gorgeous short-haired brunette were escorted to our booth.

 

Kelly was right, Valencia was gorgeous. Short dark hair surrounding a soft, smiling face. Very fair skin and dark sexy eyes. She wore a full length dress that went to her ankles. The bodice was cut low, and allowed a tantalizing bit of cleavage from her really large white gorgeous breasts, but not risqué by any means. All in all, she was very lovely. She wore a thin silver chain, like a choker, around her neck that really brought attention to her breasts. Not that they needed any.

 

Introductions were made all around and the girls ended up in the middle, next to each other. Kelly ordered scotch, Valencia white wine, as did Jenn, and I ordered a Bombay Sapphire martini.

 

Within minutes we were all old friends, laughing, teasing, flirting and having a great time. Dinner was ordered, and as the specialty of the house was prime rib, we all went for that, with all the trimmings.

 

Over salads, as Kelly and I talked old times, and do you remember…the girls seemed oblivious to us. They quickly got into a quiet one-on-one conversation that excluded us guys. Well, fair is fair, what Kelly and I talked about was subjects and people the girls new nothing about.

 

Watching the two girls from the corner of my eye, while talking to Kelly, I became intrigued. Jenny can be a touchy feely kind of girl, but only with someone she is totally comfortable with. She must have been with Val, and vice versa. The two had a hands on conversation going, no doubt about it. Jenn would touch Val on the wrist; Val would touch Jenn on the arm...etc., etc.

 

Kelly, bless his heart, was totally oblivious to all of this. Oh, well. He would learn.

The main course arrived, perfectly done, of course. Nothing like excellent Prime Rib, asparagus, crème corn, baked potato, and fantastic Yorkshire pudding. Hell of a meal.

 

As we talked, and ate, the two girls seemed even more into each other. I thought, ‘talk about instant friendships’. True enough, as far as it went…

 

About half-way through the meal, I felt a hand move to my leg, under the table, hidden by the full length table cloth. Slowly, Jenny rubbed my leg up and down. Each motion brought her hand closer and closer to my crotch. I don’t think she intended it (or maybe she did) but she had given me an erection. Wondering about her action, I noticed that the two girls were now sitting not just side-by-side, but actually touching each other at the hip, and legs. It was kind of sexy, really, subtle, but sexy.

 

I kind of watched from the corner of my eye, as Kelly went on about his new offices. The girls were not just talking, now they tended to whisper to each other, with some giggles thrown in for good measure.

 

Time passed and a great dinner was consumed. As the busgirl removed the remnants, the two ladies decided it was time to ‘fix their makeup’ i.e. potty break.  We had already ordered dessert, and it would be a few minutes before the Cherries Jubilee would arrive.

 

At this point, I got an inspiration. I scooted out my side of the booth, as Kelly did on his side, to allow the girls to exit. As Jenny moved to pass me, I took her arm gently and whispered in her ear, “do whatever she tells you, or wants you to do”.

 

Without a word, Jenn smiled and nodded her head. I would hear about this part later.

Kelly and I watched appreciatively as the girls walked away. Most of the male eyes in the room followed our ladies as well. Both girls presented really nice views from behind.

 

We talked about nothing much for about ten minutes. Then the girls returned, and I noticed both seemed to have a bit of blush to their faces. New make-up? Ha!

Jenn slid into the booth and let the slit in her dress ride up. I shot a quick look and noticed she had removed her nylons. That made me wonder what else she had taken off.

 

I glanced at Kelly, then Valencia but could read nothing in either face. Oh well.

 

The waiter showed up with dessert about then, and we all watched as he went through the flaming of the cherries thing, then pouring them over ice cream. I do so love Cherries Jubilee!

 

As we devoured the concoction, Jenn’s hand once again returned to my leg, but this time just resting about halfway up my thigh. I leaned over a kissed her ear quickly, saying nothing. She got my meaning, smiled at me as she tossed her hair. I took that as confirmation that something had indeed occurred in the restroom. Sadly, I was going to have to wait to find out just what.

 

Then, Kelly, who had been talking about his new law partners, mentioned something that totally got my attention.

 

“By the way, we’re having a poker game tomorrow night. Just my three partners, me, and Val. She likes poker too. Why don’t you two come over and play poker with us?”

 

Jenn immediately squeezed my leg in response to Kelly’s idea.

 

I thought for a second, seemingly thinking the idea over. “Sure. Why not. Jenn, would that be alright with you?”

She sort of nodded, and then said, “Well you know I’m not much for card games” uhoh…a little fib here. Jenny is hell on wheels in poker, gin, whist, blackjack and others. I mean really good. “But if you needed a hostess or something, Kelly, maybe I could help out?”

 

He had no idea…” Sure Jenn, that would be great. If you don’t want to play, we can always use someone to get snacks and drinks and stuff. If you wouldn’t mind.”

 

“No, I don’t mind. I think that would be fun.”

 

Little did Kelly know how much fun. And my mind was already in high gear. Now, if I could only steer the conversation in the right direction!

 

“Oh, Jennifer, would you wear one of those sexy French Maid outfits?” Says Valencia.

 

Bingo. Just what I wanted. (Only later that night did I begin to think I was being set up, but that was OK).

 

Before Jenny could answer, I piped up, “Jenn will wear anything I tell her too, or nothing at all, if I say so.”

 

Now, Kelly’s eyes popped open, but Val just smiled, very softly, as if to herself.

 

“Oh really? Whatever you tell her? Or..nothing? I find that hard to believe.” Val was playing right into my hands. (Or…vice versa???)

 

“Believe it, Val. Jenn will do anything I want, no matter what.”

 

Now, Val got an interesting, kind of speculative look, on her face. “Anything? No matter what?”

 

“Yeah, exactly.”

 

Val stared at me for a moment, the looked at Jennifer. “Is this true?”

 

Jenn kind of dropped her head, a reddish glow filling her cheeks, and quietly nodded her head.

 

“Fascinating.”

 

In retrospect, I don’t think this was part of whatever plot the two had cooked up. I truly believe Val was pleasantly surprised by this.

 

“Would this be for the poker game only, or…anytime?”

 

“Anytime, Val.”

 

“So, if you told her to do something, like here and now, she would do it?” Val had completely tuned Jenny out at this point and was talking as if my Lady wasn’t there.

 

Poor Kelly had just sat back and was sipping his brandy taking in the by play trying to figure out what he had missed, and when.

 

“Yes, Val, anything, anytime.”

 

Now Val sat back and an amused smirk came over her face.

“I don’t believe you” She said smiling.

 

“Ok,” Says I. “how about a test of some sort?” I knew where I was going with this but wondered about Val. Kelly was going along for the ride, almost afraid of saying the wrong thing.

 

“A test. Like what, for instance?”

 

Through this whole conversation, Jennifer had kept her head down. But her fingers were slowly, strongly, digging deeper into my thigh.

 

“You tell me, Val. It’s your idea. But…” and now my bright idea, “whatever it is, if Jenn follows the order, you have to do it also, after she does”.

 

This caused Val to sit back in the booth, run her tongue over her lips nervously, and frown slightly. She was obviously thinking over this interesting proposal.

 

After a very quiet pause of at least two minutes, Valencia leaned forward and said, “Deal. But, what do I get if she doesn’t do what is ordered?” Good question, but I had already considered that.

 

“Anything you want from her. But, what do I get if she does do what she is ordered to do, and you don’t?” See what I mean. I was ready for that one.

 

Again the pause. More thinking, a slight nod of her head.

“Ok, the same thing then. Anything you want from me.” This, of course, meant that she was going to pick something fairly easy, and would follow through with it herself. This was OK. A good start, really.

 

”Deal, Val. Now, what do I order her to do?” I didn’t think it would take Val long to answer, and I wasn’t disappointed.

 

Val leaned over the table and softly said, “I want her to walk from the front entrance to your car…naked. She has to strip outside, give me her clothes, then walk to the car.”

 

A bit of a problem here, as we had given the car to valet. Then I thought of a way.

“Our car is with valet. But, how about I have valet bring it up, then I will park it in the lot somewhere.”

 

“No!” Says Val. “I will park it somewhere.”

 

About now, Kelly chimed in. “Val, honey, our car is with valet too. If Jennifer does this walk, you have too also.”

 

“Yeah, but that’s OK, Kelly, You get the car from valet, and park next to theirs. If she walks, then I will, and it will be about the same distance.”

 

Kelly nodded, and looked at me. “Shall we go get the cars? Then we can meet the girls out front.”

 

A very sensible idea which he and I put into immediate practice.

 

I called the waiter, gave him my AmEx, and then waited as that process went through. Soon enough, the bill was settled, Kelly left a substantial tip, and he and I headed for the entrance.

 

We gave our tickets to the valet attendant, after exiting the restaurant. As there was only one attendant on duty, he had to get the cars one at a time. I scanned the parking lot while waiting for our cars, and soon found a good spot. Way in the back, near a side street, with trees along one side and tall shrubs along another. I pointed this out to Kelly and he agreed.

 

Kelly’s Mercedes was brought up first, and he quickly drove to the space we had agreed on. My Lincoln was brought up soon enough, and I drove to park next to Kelly. We exited our cars and walked the 60 some yards back to the restaurant, arriving just as our ladies came strolling out.

 

“Oh,” says Valencia. “It’s kind of chilly tonight.”

 

Which it was. The place was only about a hundred yards from the beach, and there was a slight fog in the air. Chilly but gorgeous.

 

“Val, I’m going to let her keep her shoes on, I don’t want her to step on glass or something.”

 

“Good idea. So OK, now what?”

 

I turned to Jennifer and smiled softly. Whispering, I said, “ready”. She grinned and nodded her head.

 

More loudly I commanded Jennifer. “Take off all your clothes, except your shoes, and walk to our car.”

 

At this, I pointed out the place I had parked the Lincoln. I think Jennifer was a bit taken aback by the distance for a moment. But only for a moment. She moved her hands to the back of her dress and pulled down the zipper. Next, Jenn let the shoulder straps fall, and kind of wiggled a bit until the dress dropped to the ground.

 

Kelly’s eyes all but popped out of his head as he realized my Jenn was all but naked under the dress. Only her garter belt and nylons were left.

 

I glanced at Val and saw she was again running her tongue over her lips as she took in Jennifer’s body. And Jenn looked great. Her full breasts stood up proudly, with her nipples, already getting hard, pointing out about half an inch. Not saying a word, and giving a hell of a show as she did it, Jennifer pulled her garter belt down, and the nylons with it, until she could step out of them. She may have ruined the hose, I don’t know, but she never said anything.

 

Now naked save for shoes, she turned so Kelly and Val got a good look at her, and by their reaction, the surprise of a shaved vagina. (Almost unheard of in those days).

 

Kelly grinned.

 

Jennifer then turned away, and, hips swaying invitingly, strolled across the parking lot as if she were fully clothed. It took her about two hours to make the walk. Oh, alright, really less than a minute. But what a great minute, and great view.

 

I had left the car unlocked and had gotten her mink from the coat check earlier. As Jenn got to the car, she opened the door, pulled out the coat, and put it on. She then turned and looked defiantly at Valencia, waiting.

 

Now it was up to Kelly’s gorgeous lady. All our eyes were on her. I, for one, was looking forward to this unveiling; as I am sure Kelly was too.

 

And Val stood there. And stood there, and…finally, took off her shoes. Then, as Jennifer had done, reached behind her and pulled the zipper of her dress all the way down. Slowly, as if still deciding the issue, then with determination, Val began to remove her dress. She let it drop to the ground also, and reached down to remove her pantyhose. With thumbs on each side, Val pulled her hose down, revealing panties under the pantyhose. Hmm. Once relieved of these garments, she unhooked her front snap bra letting it join the dress and pantyhose and at the same time revealing two almost perfect breasts. Did I mention, large. Like really large. There was no visible sag and they were tipped with long dark nipples. Totally awesome.

 

Val then hooked thumbs into her panties and pulled them off, revealing a really really nice rounded tush. Firm, and full and so nice. I glanced at Kelly and had a major realization; this was the first time he had seen her nude. Hmmm!

 

As Jennifer had done, Valencia turned toward Kelly and I. She had a nice flat tummy, firm but not rock hard. And a full bush covered her pubic area. Dark and inviting. I could see a bit of labia, even in the muted light of the parking lot, hanging down.

Giving us all of about a three second look, Val then turned and walked towards Kelly’s Mercedes. A bit faster than Jenny had walked, but not hurrying either. Just a quick gait that may have been natural for her.

 

Kelly and I started to follow, looked at each other and laughed. We turned around and picked up the clothes lying on the ground, then walked to the cars.

 

By the time we had gotten there, the two girls were sharing Jennifers coat. And let me say that that was a hell of a sexy sight. It didn’t last long, as Val grabbed her stuff and jumped into Kelly’s car. Jenn took her clothes and placed them in the back seat of the Lincoln, but stayed outside and watched as Val dressed.

 

After a moment, Valencia rolled down the window of the running and warm Mercedes, and looked at me.

 

“You make her wear a sexy maid’s outfit tomorrow, and I will wear something sexy too.” Says Val.

 

“Deal. She’ll have it on.”

 

Val just nodded and turned her head away from me, rolling up the window.

Kelly looked back and forth between the two girls with a happy if puzzled look on his face.

 

“About 7pm, at my house. I’ll have all the treats and stuff. The guys will get there around 7:30 or so.”

 

“Good enough. See you then.”

 

 

The Long Night Full of Surprises!

 

And that was the end of a really great supper. But not of the evening. At least for Jennifer and me. I was getting kind of turned on by this point and wanted to push this ‘anything you want’ thing a bit more.

I looked at Jennifer, who never looked better in my eyes, and said, “I guess we need to go to an adult store and do some shopping.”

She kind of half laughed/snorted at me. “This isn’t home hon. Where are we going to find a place open at midnight here?” Good question, but I already knew where. South of Laguna Beach, north of San Diego, is a huge Marine Base. And near that base are all kinds of adult shops that stay open to the 2 am witching hour.

“Get in and I’ll show you.”

Jenn smiled and nodded.

Soon enough, we were rolling down PCH (Pacific Coast Highway), she in her full length mink, and 3 inch heels, and me in a large smile. And my slacks, jacket etc.

I wanted to know what had gone on between Jenn and Val in the ladies room. I knew the two of them had planned something or done something but I didn’t know what. But I got distracted and the thought left my mind.

Just as soon as Jenn opened her coat and started pulling her nipples, my mind went blank. Then she would put her mouth over one to suck and bite it, then switch to the other. After several minutes of going back and forth, Jenn managed to get both her nipples in her mouth at the same time, and that almost caused me to wreck the car. I then decided I had best concentrate on driving…right!

“Jenn, play with your pussy too.” It wasn’t a suggestion but it didn’t matter to her. She opened her coat wide, put one leg on the dash and the other on the seat. With one hand pulling a nipple, Jenn used the other to stroke her pussy. Then slowly she finger fucked herself for a minute, then removed her fingers, brought them to her mouth and sucked them clean. Again, we avoided an accident only by my superior driving skills, and the fact that the little Toyota got the hell out of my way rather quickly.

It went on this way for the 20 odd miles we had to drive. Finally, miraculously, we made it to our destination town. Sure enough, not five minutes later we found an adult book store video arcade that was open. And busy too, judging by the number of cars outside. No matter. I wanted to find Jenn a maids outfit and some other odds and ends as well.

As I parked the car, I looked at her to decide what I was going to have her do, if anything. After a few moments consideration, I made up my mind to just go with the flow and not plan anything. It worked out for the best.

“Come on, Jenn. Let’s go see what they have.” She was still very turned on from the drive, and the fact that she had only had about 4 orgasms on the drive. Her nipples were solid and long, her pussy was wet, her eyes somewhat glazed and her libido in overtime. I loved it.

We left the car and arm in arm walked into the adult store. I was, frankly, a little trepidatious about this. I didn’t really know what to expect. In the event, I really had nothing to worry about. The store was very clean, nicely laid out, and not really busy. That surprised me, because of the number of cars in the lot. Then I saw a sign that said “Adult Entertainment” above a door in the rear. Hmmm, I figured I might want to check that out later. But first…

Jenn had been looking around as well and quickly found the clothing area. Without a word, she took my hand and pulled me towards the end of the store. There were two aisles of clothes, and several shelves on the wall. There was everything from leather, to latex, to who knows what. And several French Maid outfits.

Jenn started looking at the different things but wasn’t sure what they would actually look like out of the box.

About that time, a lady clerk happened by, and Jenn asked her if there was a changing room she could try the clothes on. The lady looked at Jennifer like she was a bit nuts and said no, that you weren’t allowed to try the things on. That this wasn’t Macy’s.

I had to laugh. No, it sure as hell wasn’t Macy’s.

“Now what? I know these two will fit, but I don’t know which is sexier.”

Now I gave the two boxes Jenn was holding more attention. One box showed a blond wearing the enclosed outfit. It was the classic French Maid thing. Black and white, bows, fishnet nylons, a little thingee for the hair, kind of low cut but not deeply.

The other one was much more…risqué. It was cut to just about butt level. Had black panties, garter belt, nylons with lines up the back and the top buttoned with three buttons, but there was nothing under it.

This was a no brainer for me.

“Get both of them. Then you can try them on at the hotel. Maybe mix and match the two sets to come up with something you like.”

Jenn liked this idea, and happily headed for the cashier. Not me. I moved over a few aisles and began to pick up several different things that I thought would be interesting. Wrist cuffs, ankle cuffs, a waist belt with rings, hand cuffs, a spreader bar, and lastly some leather tie-downs in a box.

From this aisle, I moved over two more, and was looking at various battery powered devices. Jenn walked up to me, having finished the purchase of her outfit, and began to look at the toys also. I had been hearing music in the background, but in this aisle it was very noticeable. I then realized it was coming from behind the door with the “adult entertainment” sign. Ok, now might be a good time.

I handed Jennifer all of the things I had picked up and told her “find yourself a few toys then go ahead and pay for them with the card then put them in the car. I’m going in there to see what that’s all about. Wait out here and I’ll be back in a few minutes”. Jenn nodded and wondered off looking at the other things the store had to offer.

Me, I headed for the door.

It opened just as I got to it to allow a couple to depart. As I started to walk through, a very large man put his hand in my chest. “This is kind of a private club, pal. Are you a member?”

“No, not that I know of. How do you get to be a member?”

“First, no single men. Sorry, that’s the rules. Second, you have to buy a membership at the cashier.”

“I’m not single, and how much?”

“The cashier will tell you.” And with that, the behemoth closed the door in my face.  At that point I should have just turned and left the place. But my curiosity was now piqued. Off to the cashier I went, just as Jenn finished paying for all of our items.

“Go ahead and take those out to the car, Hon. I’ll wait here for you.”

She looked at me with a question in her eyes, but did as I asked. As soon as she was out of sight, I turned to the clerk. “Ok, what’s the story on the private club and how do I get in?”

The lady blinked, smiled and said, “It costs a hundred dollars for a lifetime pass. No single men are allowed in. If you take a lady in with you, she will have to pass a small test. If she does, your hundred will be refunded. If she doesn’t, you will both be removed and you lose your money.”

Ok, I was curiosity hooked on this one. “Well, I’m not single. The redhead that was just here?” the clerk nodded, “is with me.”

“Fine, a hundred, cash only, and you guys can go in. Good luck passing the test.” And this was followed by a wicked smile. Uhoh.

I paid the money and waited a few moments for Jennifer to come back in. It wasn’t long.

“Come on, Jenn, we are going into a private club.”

“Really? Here? What kind of club?”

“That we are about to find out. Just remember your promise about the weekend.”

“Ohhhh, that kind of club.” Jennifer smiled.

“I really don’t know. Nobody will tell me anything.”

So off we went to the far side of the building, and back to the door. I knocked, hard, three or four times. The same giant opened the door and glared at me.

“Yeah? Whadda you want?”

I just smiled and handed him my ticket. He glanced at it, then stared long and hard at Jennifer. Then he smiled.

“OK, come on in. You know about the test?”

“Only that there is one, not what it is.”

“You’ll find out inside. Come on in. The next show starts in five minutes.”

Show? Stranger and stranger. Taking Jennifer by the arm we walked through the door. And into a semi-dark dungeon. There is no other word for it. The walls seemed made of stone, with large rings inset at about head height. There were tables with a few couples sitting around them, and along one wall, a few booths. I glanced at the dimly lit ceiling and was surprised to see it was made out of a wood like material, as though it were the underside of the floor above. As we stood there waiting for the hostess, I studied the room more. Light was provided by torches spaced unevenly along the walls. A hard look showed they weren’t real torches, but very clever fakes. They provided most of the light in the dark room. At the far wall was a bar, and next to the bar was some kind of long table next to it. I couldn’t see exactly what the table was or what it was for.

In the center of the room was a small raised stage. Nobody was on it, and it was not lighted.

Jennifer had been looking around also. Sometime during the last few seconds, she had taken hold of my hand, and now had it in a death grip. I realized she was trembling a little. From fear or anticipation I didn’t know.

Finally a hostess joined us. She was extremely lovely, tall, and blond, with a long and lithe figure that was just barely covered by a toga like garment. She was barefoot, and had a very intricate necklace, almost a chocker around her neck.

“Hi, I’m Sue. Welcome to Damien’s Den. Did they tell you about the test?”

That again. I said, “Well, they said there would be one, yes. But not what.”

“Oh, it’s simple really. We need to know you aren’t law enforcement so we have a little test we make one of you perform that an officer of the law couldn’t do.”

OK! What had I gotten us into?

“And the test is?”

”Well, first, no single men. That is a test in and of itself. But there are police women. However, they are not allowed to do what your lady will be asked to do. If a police officer did, then from that point on it would be entrapment.”

I wasn’t too sure about that point, but then this was California and strange things happened here all the time.

“Ok, so…what is the test?” I was starting to get a little ‘testy’ myself, by this point.

“Simple. Your Lady has to walk to your table nude.” Then Sue smiled softly.

I thought quickly and asked, “Can we have a booth?”

Sue blinked then said, “Well of course. Are we ready to go?”

I turned to Jennifer and said, “Let me carry your coat for you Jenn.”

She never batted an eye. She simply removed the coat, revealing her all too any that could see her. I noticed her nipples were hard and long. She was enjoying herself.

Sue was a momentarily nonplussed by Jenn’s sudden nudity, but she recovered quickly.

“This way please.”

It was all the way across the room to where the booths were. I, gentleman that I am, allowed the ladies to lead the way. I love to watch Jenn walk. And I love to watch other guys watch her. Though this was the first time she had drawn this kind of attention while nude. Still in all, there weren’t many that could really see Jenn. It was just too dark in there.

When we got to the booth, Sue told us that Jenn could put her coat back on if she desired. Oh, no, not Jennifer. She shook her head once, tossing her long red hair over her shoulders and sat down in the booth. I laid the coat out on the other side of her, and sat down also.

Another tall lithe blond carrying a cocktail tray then took our drink orders and walked off. We both took time to look around the place, but in the gloom it was very difficult to see what was going on. We could tell there were other couples around us, but the shadows hid them well. Only occasional movement, and soft conversations, assured us that there truly were other people nearby.

I was wondering about the ‘show’ that had been mentioned earlier. Jenny and I talked about it, sitting in our little booth. Neither of us could figure it out. She guessed a secret topless type show, I didn’t hazard a guess.

Both of us were due to be shocked and astounded. Both of us would react in similar and very different ways to what we were about to see.

What little light there was dimmed even more. The soft voices of the small crowd ceased almost instantly. A very soft sound began to come from the house speaker system. A quiet drumming…rhythmic but nothing I had heard before.

Then I noticed, as did Jenn, the recessed lights over the little stage began to burn a bit brighter. As they did, we both noticed that the large table thing that we had seen by the bar, was now center stage. It must have been moved while the house lights were down. And whoever moved it was really quiet doing so. Wild.

Slowly the lights over the stage increased until the area was as bright as day. As Jenn and I studied the table contraption, her fingernails suddenly dug into my thigh, and her breathing became more of a pant. I glanced over at her, and even in the shadows I could tell her nipples had hardened. She had seen something I hadn’t and now I looked closer at the stage.

The table was long, made of a highly polished wood, possibly mahogany. It was about eight feet long and maybe three feet wide. The legs were wood, and looked as if they could be height adjustable. There was a large round device of some sort on one end. Looking carefully, I then noticed what Jenn had already seen. Wrist and ankle straps adorned either end of the table. The drum like thing had square holes in it, large enough to be dog holes as in a wood workers bench.

The drumming had increased and suddenly I could make out forms of people walking in single file from a door near the bar. They slowly approached the stage and as they did I could make out four people.

The leader was a male, about six feet tall and really well built. What got my attention and Jenn’s too, judging by the way her nails were again digging into me, was his attire. He was clad in a leather harness, crisscrossing his chest, and tying into a wide belt around his waist. There were things hanging from his belt loops, but it was still too dark to make out exactly what. The male wore sandals on his feet, and a pouch thing around his genitals.

The second person was a woman. No question about that. She wore a simple garment, like a toga, with one breast revealed and one covered. She was blond, about 5’5” tall, nice legs, small but firm breasts, and lovely.

The third person I couldn’t tell if they were male or female. They wore a long, hooded robe, similar to a monks robe only more flowing. The hood was up and it was too dark to make out a face.

Last was a brunette. Tall, about 5’10”. She wore the same type outfit as the first woman, but she was much more spectacular. This woman had large firm breasts, long legs, and black hair flowing almost to her waist. Her hair was almost as long as Jenny’s red hair, in fact. And talk about long legs…whoa.

To the beat of the drums, the quartet walked up to and then onto the stage. It was only then that I noticed that the blond was leading the robed person by a small leash fastened to a black collar that wrapped around the monk robbed persons neck. We could now see that his/her hands were shackled behind the back, but couldn’t see with what.

And my Jenny’s fingernails dug in deeper into my poor thigh. She was all but panting, her eyes were glazed, and her nipples were as hard as I had ever seen them. As I watched her, she moved her other hand to her right breast and began pulling her nipple. I’m sure she had no idea that she was doing this. I glanced down and saw her legs were parted a bit, not wide open but slightly open.

The foursome reached the stage and spread out into a line. The blond pulled the robed person close to the table and stopped. The brunette moved to the end of the table and stopped as well. The man walked to the front, near the drum and he stopped.

The music/drumming reached a crescendo and ceased. It was so quiet you could hear the proverbial pin drop in the room.

I hadn’t even noticed, but during all of this, our glasses had been refilled or replaced full by our waitress. I now took a sip and realized how dry my mouth was. Jennifer never took her eyes off the proceedings, nor did she stop playing with her nipples, although she had switched sides.

Still no words had been spoken by anyone anywhere. The silence in the room continued.

After a few seconds, the blond with the leash turned to the robed figure. Slowly, she untied the loose belt wrapped around the waist and let the robe fall open. Now we could tell there was a woman under the robe. Next, the blond unhooked the collar around the mystery girl’s neck and let it drop to the floor of the stage then removed the handcuffs. These she held in her hand. With a slight push the blond removed the robe, letting it fall to the stage as well. Then, Blondie produced a thin silver chain from inside her toga and attached it to a very lovely silver chocker/necklace that was tight around the girl’s throat.

I studied the girl carefully. She was gorgeous. Short black hair, really large full breasts capped with lovely dark nipples. They appeared hard from where I sat. (Our booth was about ten feet from the stage). She wore a mask the covered her face completely, but having cutouts for the nose and mouth. She had great legs, with a full, dark, lush bush in her groin. And I could just barely make out her labia hanging down a bit.

It took me awhile, but I think Jenny figured it out right away. She always was smarter than me.

Gently, the blond pushed the nude girl back until she sat on the table. With a sudden movement, the blond jerked the girl’s arms in front of her. At the same time, the brunette grabbed the nude’s ankles and pulled her legs towards the end of the table. Quickly, with nary a sound, the nude girl was stretched out on the table, ankles shackled to the end with two ankle cuffs, and arms stretched out over her head. The blond then attached wrist cuffs to the nude’s wrists and within a couple of seconds, she was tied down completely.

Jenny’s hand had ceased digging into my thigh and was now rubbing my growing erection through my slacks. Her other hand had moved from her nipples to her pussy. I could smell her arousal, and of course lent a hand. I moved my left hand to the lips of her pussy and helped her stroke herself.

You could feel the tension in the room, it was palpable. A soft sigh, by almost all viewing the goings on, expressed a great many feelings. I don’t know, to this day, exactly how many couples were there. My best guess, and Jenny’s, is about ten. We only  saw three other couples.

Now the man in the harness got into the act. From underneath the table, he pulled out what I at first thought was an oar for a small boat. Good guess but way wrong.  The guy stuck one end of the ‘oar’ into one of the dog holes (turned out that is what they were, sort of). Reaching under the table again, he pulled out a second and stuck it into another hole. He repeated this routine until there were six poles in dog holes in the drum like thing.

The girls had been busy too. The blond started from the naked girl’s neck and was softly stroking her body downward. The brunette, starting from the bottom, was working her way up the body. Fingertips glided softly over every inch of the tied down girl.

The blond moved her fingers so that just the tips slipped around the nipples of the subject. Then down lower over her stomach and circled the navel.

The brunette started with the soles of the feet, and played with the toes as well. Only she did something a bit different. One by one, she sucked each of the bound lady’s toes into her mouth, lavishing each with a lot of oral attention. As she did, Jenny inadvertently grabbed my crotch hard…not quite squeezing me in a very bad place and way, but almost.

By now, Jenn’s pussy was dripping. Literally dripping. I had never known her to do this before. Get wet, yes, a lot, but not actually dripping her juices. She had let me take over fingering her and had once again begun to play with her nipples. She was locked in to watching what was going on. But then, so was I. Maybe a bit less so, but not much.

The two very attractive women continued to stroke every inch of the nude girl’s body. Special attention was paid by the brunette to the inner thighs and calves. The blond continued to stroke the stomach, underarms and around the breasts. The captive’s vagina was left untouched.

The man in the harness had by now attached the helpless girl’s wrists to the drum device. At this point, and at very long last, (Jenn told me later she knew what the thing was while it was still sitting by the bar. I didn’t believe her.), it dawned on me what the contraption was.

As the two women fondled the captive, the man took hold of two of the oars and turned them a half-turn. The girl’s arms became taut but she was in no way in any kind of discomfort. That would change.

Simultaneously, the blond and brunette produced, from who knows where, different implements of torture. The blond had a small cat-o-nine-tails, and she began to whip the bound prisoner lightly along her midsection and upper torso.

The brunette had a small rod like thing with great flexibility. The bamboo rod was applied to the helpless girl’s thighs, lower abdomen, and finally the soles of her feet.

The bound and helpless girl began to writhe in torment. But for her, it was just starting.

At the front of the table, the man began to turn the spokes on the drum. One at a time, he moved those oar like spokes and with each turn the girl’s arms stretched tighter and tighter. Soon, the man had turned the spokes so much that the captive was actually lifted off the torture table from the shoulders almost to her back. The entire time, the two women continued to apply their various devices to the sexy captive’s body.

Jennifer began to orgasm. Not a huge one, but the first in what I knew would be many orgasms to come. Her body tensed, and my hand, already working her pussy, became drenched in her fluids.

Still the girl on the table was being beaten and stretched by the trio of sadists. As yet, the gorgeous, well-endowed woman had not uttered a perceptible sound. This changed suddenly, as both the blond and brunette stopped what they were doing. This brought a whimper from the bound woman, not in relief, but agony from the cessation of the whips.

Another notch was taken up in the drum, and the girl was now stretched so tight I though her shoulders would be pulled from their sockets. Close, but not quite.

As the last turn in the drum was made, the two toga clad women began to administer to the helpless creature in a way the audience couldn’t see. Then the girls moved back and a sigh of astonishment could be heard from the crowd.

I couldn’t tell you how many there were for sure, but at least a dozen clothes pins now adorned the captives breasts. Six on each at least, maybe more. Then slowly, delicately, the two tortures reached over the bound girl and placed one more clothes pin over each nipple. They did it slowly, while being watched by the audience, and by the girl tied to the table. Slowly, they released the clips letting them close tightly around each dark full protruding nipple, squeezing them mercilessly.

This is when the bound victim finally uttered a loud sound. One not of agony, as you would expect. Not of pain, no, but of sheer pleasure. No one in that room doubted for a moment that that bound and helpless subject of torture hadn’t just orgasmed. I sure didn’t.

Jennifer hit another orgasm herself. This one was deep and long. My hand was drenched and I could literally hold some of her liquid in my hand as though water in a cup. Jenn shook all over, closed her eyes, and pulled one nipple so hard I thought she might scream. She didn’t but oh so close.

As the bound beauty on stage came down from her huge orgasm, the light suddenly dimmed and went off completely. A few seconds later, our waitress arrived at our booth and presented our bill. “We hope you enjoyed tonight’s show and hope you will come back and enjoy another one soon.”

I was a bit dazed as I presented her with my credit card. She walked off and I looked at Jennifer. She was, to all intents and purposes, out of it. There is no other way to say it.

Her eyes were closed, her mouth slightly open. She was slumped back into the booth and was as though asleep, except that her fingers still pulled her nipples slowly, languidly.

I signed the credit card chit the waitress brought back just as the house light began to come up. It was still dark in the place, but light enough to find the exit.

I pulled Jenny out of the booth, sort of like pulling a soft pliable manikin out of a storage area. I put her coat over her shoulders and pulled pushed her towards the exit.

No one was in the store as we left. In fact, is was all but dark in there. I then realized the time, 3 am. We had been in and around this place for almost four hours, counting driving time and shopping. Wow, time flies when you are having fun.

I got Jenny to the car, still all but naked, as she refused my help to put her coat on. Getting in on my side, I quickly started the car, and left the parking lot. No sooner had I gotten onto PCH than Jenny laid her head down on my lap. Within a few seconds I felt her fingers tugging my zipper down and then her hand reach in to my pants to release my very hard cock.

Jennifer took my hard member into her mouth and began to love it slowly, delicately, with deft tongue movements. Interesting enough, she wasn’t really trying to get me off. She just wanted to ‘play’ with it, nuzzle it, and lick it. A first for her as she usually wanted to get me off soon so she could drink the rewards. Not this time.

Jenn made me last almost the whole trip back to Laguna Beach, almost an hour’s travel. As I pulled the car into the parking lot, after getting past the gate, Jenn finally worked me enough to make me cum. Did I ever. I felt like I would never stop and Jenn swallowed all of it, not letting any escape.

I parked near our room and helped Jennifer out of the car, then down to our suite. She dropped her coat onto a chair and headed straight to bed. I locked up, turned off lights and soon followed her.

As I was drifting off to sleep, I think I remember Jennifer asking me…”did you like Valencia’s performance?” I was so tired by then, it didn’t register and I didn’t answer Jennifer back.

Until Morning!

 

 

Came the Dawn-Pre-Game Fun

 

It felt like dawn. It looked like dawn. Hell, I thought it was dawn. Wrong! It was around 2pm. Heavy overcast, which made it look like dawn, and a very light, gentle rain that was more a mist than anything else. And the other side of the bed was empty.

I really didn’t want to get up, but knew my Lady was up and around. I didn’t want her pissed at me for sleeping so late and not spending time with her. Oh, hell, be honest. I wanted to spend every waking moment I could with Jennifer.

 

I got up, found some shorts in a drawer, slipped on my well used moccasins and headed out of the bedroom. It opened into the living room and straight at a huge wall to wall window with center French doors. Standing just to the left of the French doors was my Lady. Her long red hair hung down her back, almost to her sweet rear end. She was barefoot. For that matter, she was bare everything.

 

Jennifer was holding a cup of coffee, in her left hand; her right hand was out of sight in front of her. She was staring out at the ocean and rain (mist) but I could tell she was seeing nothing. Her right arm moved ever so slightly in a very familiar motion.

I absolutely didn’t want to disturb the moment, so I leaned against the door sill just to watch. Jenn suddenly shook her head, then her entire body began to shudder in what I knew was a good self-induced orgasm.

 

Turning, Jennifer smiled at me. “I couldn’t cum until I knew you were watching me.” Says my Lady.

 

Smiling, I responded, “In that case, thank you very much.”

 

Without another word, my girl walked into the little kitchen of our suite and poured two cups of coffee. I walked to the counter and sat in one of the bar chairs there. Jenny handed me my cup and I took a much needed sip of life giving java.

 

“Thank you”.

 

“You are most welcome, Sir.” Says my girl.

 

I smiled at her. Jenn walked around the counter and sat on the stool next to me. “How did you enjoy the show last night?” She asked.

 

Then it hit me. The clouds lifted, the sky became bright, my mind defogged, and memory flooded in.

 

“OH, Shit!” I remarked brilliantly. “That was really Valencia? Are you sure?”

 

Jenny laughed at me. “Oh yeah, I’m real sure. It was her, no doubt about it. So, how DID you like the show?”

 

I thought for a moment, sipping coffee. “I liked it a lot, Jenn. It was a real turn on for me. What about for you?” I already knew the answer to this one, but how she responded really got to me.

 

“I loved it. Especially thinking about me being on that table. That was a huge turn on for me. I kept putting me in Valencia’s place and kept getting more and more turned on.”

 

For several seconds I was actually speechless. Even though this had been occurring quite often on this trip.

 

“Really?” My brilliant response caused a bit of humor in Jennifer.

 

She laughed hard and long. When she was done, “yes really. Are you surprised that I enjoyed it so much?”

 

I shook my head slowly. “Yes, a bit surprised. Pleased of course, that it would turn you on. I kept seeing you on that table also.”

 

 It must have been the right thing to say!

 

Jennifer slipped off her stool, turned mine around a bit, opened my legs and began to lick my cock. It was as soft as a bit of damp tissue. But I knew that wouldn’t last long, not with Jennifer’s abilities.

 

It didn’t. I felt myself growing hard in Jenny’s mouth. She would work her way down to the base, then lick the underside of my shaft on her way back to the top. Once she reached the head, she would lick all around it, and then suck hard on the head for a second, before repeating the trip down again.

 

Heaven!

 

After several minutes of being on the receiving end of this wonderful oral experience, I had my head back, mouth slightly open, and eyes half closed. Jenn stopped at this point, causing me to look down at her to see what was up. She was looking right into my eyes as she asked me…”would you ever make me do something like Valencia did last night?”

 

I looked at my girl for a second and had a second ‘coming of the dawn’ moment.

 

“Yes, I would.” Says I. “And more than that. A Lot more!”

 

I couldn’t believe what I had just said, but knew it was the right thing. Jennifer moved her head back to my throbbing, lonely cock and began to suck and lick it with a vengeance.

 

It didn’t take long, of course. Within another two or three minutes I felt my balls tighten, and my cock actually got harder. Then I came and came and came. I thought I would fall off the stool for a second, so powerful was my orgasm.

 

Jennifer never missed a drop. She just kept sucking and licking as my orgasm pumped jism into her mouth. As the last spurt sent a small amount into her throat, Jenn opened her mouth to show me that she hadn’t swallowed all of my cum. She grinned, moved her tongue in her mouth, then made a great show of swallowing what was left. Damn…what a turn on sight that was.

 

With that, Jennifer arose, licked the head of my cock one last time, then entered the kitchen to make breakfast for us. I could barely move so I just sat there and watched my naked beauty fix our meal.

 

With her back to me, I watched her soft buns, red hair waving over them. Her great legs were wonderful to watch too, especially when she had to reach onto a high shelf to get something or other down. Nice!

 

Still turned away, Jenny asked, “So, what are our plans for the party tonight?”

 

I had all but forgotten the poker game. For some reason, my thoughts had been led astray. Not so Jennifer’s.

 

“Well, I think..umm..Well, I want you to wear your new outfit. That’s part of the deal with Valencia. Kelly would like it to, I’m sure.”

 

“Ok, well, I figured that out already. What I mean is…just what all do you want me to serve there?”

 

With everything that had happened in the last 24 plus hours, my mind was not exactly in high gear right then. I quickly up-shifted.

 

“I think, Jenny, that we will just play it by ear and see what develops. But I will say this, anything can happen.”

 

To my surprise, this obtuse answer seemed to please Jennifer. She kind of smiled back at me, her hair kind of covering part of her face in the way I so loved. She then went back to fixing food and not another word was said about the poker party.

 

We had a great afternoon. We went for a walk along the beach in the rain (mist). It was very overcast, as Cali can be that time of year. Cool, but nice. I wore shorts and a sweatshirt, Jenn wore shorts, halter top, and a light windbreaker.

 

Our walk took us to a secluded section of the beach that was surrounded on almost all sides by huge boulders. The waves were flat because of the rain, and maybe the tides, I don’t know. We wandered around this little cove like place for a moment, then Jennifer stopped suddenly and got a mischievous grin on her face. She walked over to a pile of boulders and looked closely between two of them. She nodded to herself, then turned to me and beckoned me with one finger.

 

I walked over to her but by the time I got there, she was gone. I looked around then heard her call me softly. I looked down and saw footprints in the sand leading up to another pile of rocks under a pile of boulders. I ducked down and all but crawled into the little natural half-cave.

 

Jennifer was lying on a fairly large flat rock. Her hair was splayed out above her, and her clothes were in a neat pile next to her. Slowly, she opened her sexy legs, and put her hands to her lower lips. Very slowly, Jenny opened her lips for my viewing pleasure.

 

“Eat me good, baby, and I’ll do anything you want tonight. No matter what.”

 

I thought that was part of the deal anyway, but maybe this was Jen’s way of reinforcing it in her own mind. No matter. It took me about 1 second to kneel in the sand and put my mouth where her fingers were. Damn, she was wet and tasty already.

I decided that it wasn’t going to take long to get jenny off this time (not that it ever did) and that I was going to make it last for her as best I could.

My tongue met soft velvety pussy lips, and I licked the nectar off both sides. Slowly, letting my tongue drift down her cleft with only a faint touch, I licked her outer lips all the way down. Stopping for a moment, I let my tongue gently penetrate the glorious hole and scoop jenny’s juices from the edge. Then I worked my way back up her lips to her clit. With a fast hard movement, I sucked her clit into my mouth, using my tongue to lick over the top of it. At the same time, I moved two fingers to her pussy, shoved them in and began to finger fuck my girl hard and fast.

 

As I thought, it didn’t take long. About ten clit licks and an equal number of finger strokes, jenny came like a rocket going into orbit. I could feel her juices literally flowing from her pussy, and quickly moved my mouth down and began to tongue and suck her wetness into my mouth. And why not, turnabout is fair play, no? Besides, I dearly love the taste of a woman when she cums hard!

 

I quickly decided I wanted more of her nectar and I knew just how to make my Lady explode even more! With my mouth gently sucking her clit, my tongue flicking it, I began to rub two fingers along the top inside of her pussy. Slowly and softly at first, then faster with more pressure.

 

Jenn's hips began to move in time with my probing fingers. I knew this sign well! Slowly I moved my free hand up her body letting just my fingertips caress her. Her movements increased and Jenny began to moan softly.

 

Now! I began the ending by; biting gently on her clit, pushing my fingers hard against the roof of her soaked pussy, and quickly pinching and pulling on her right nipple!

 

Jennifer exploded into my mouth. Her moans became a scream, and her body began to convulse in orgasm. Orgasms, as it turned out. She came so hard, over and over that I thought I was going to drown from her excretion.

 

It was almost like drinking from a water fountain, so much squirted out. I had to swallow many times and loved it.

 

I have no clue how many orgasms Jennifer had, I couldn’t really count them anyway. Later, all she could remember was 'a lot'!

 

Finally, she returned to earth, and lay back on the rock breathing softly her eyes closed. I hadn't left her pussy and was gently licking her lips. I finally removed my fingers from within her. As I did so, she reached down with one hand, took my wrist and pulled it up to her mouth. Jenn then began to lick and suck my fingers clean.

 

Now, you can imagine what that did to my libido. I was already rock hard, and this pushed me close to the edge of my control.

 

My sexy Lady must have known this because she suddenly sat up and kneeled in front of me. Jenny took my cock in one hand, smiled and said, "Poor baby. Let me take care of you now."

 

Slowly Jennifer began to stoke my cock. She leaned forward and licked the head, then backed away, still stroking me. Jenn looked up at me at increased the speed of her stroke.

 

I couldn’t hold off any longer, and she knew it. As my cock swelled, Jenny aimed me at her face. The 'knowing' what she was doing pushed me over the edge and I came hard!

 

The first spurt hit her square in the face just below her eyes. The next she directed to her chest, as she did the third, and last.

 

My body shook so hard I dropped to my knees. As I finished Cumming, Jennifer bent over and licked me clean. Damn, what a great feeling! And how great Jennifer looked!

 

She was kneeling in front of me, my cum on her face and breasts. She had a soft smile on her face as she slowly opened her knees wide. Jenn then reached behind her and grabbed her ankles with her hands. Bowing her head she spoke softly, "I am yours, Sir! Do with me as you will. Whatever you desire of me shall be done. You may use me in any way that pleases you. There will be no safe words, no nays, no denials! Your commands, your desires will be done. You own me, body and soul!"

 

Damn! That little speech almost got me going again. I knew something needed to be said in response, however.

 

"So be it, my little slave. You will be tested to the fullest. Be careful of what you ask for..."

 

I thought quickly then moved over and picked up Jennifer’s clothes.

 

"Follow me, let's go back to the hotel" I barely glanced at Jenn as I turned and walked out of our little hideaway. The short glance was sufficient though. She gave a quick, pleased smile! The little brat was really going to enjoy walking naked along the beach back to the hotel. My cum was drying but still very visible on her face and breasts.

 

In any event it wasn’t a long walk. The mist had started to become fog, so visibility was limited to a few yards. Not that Jennifer cared. She would have been quite happy with full sunshine. She so loved showing off!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Game Time!

 

We got back to our suite without seeing, or being seen, by anyone. Though I truly believe Jennifer wanted to be seen. It was after five and we were expected at the poker game by 6:30. Since Kelly's house was only ten minutes away, up in the nearby hills, we had plenty of time to get ready. Or, rather I had plenty of time.

 

Jennifer glanced at a clock and shrieked "I'm going to have to hurry or we're going to be late." with that she made a beeline dash for the shower. Except for a few minutes while I showered and Jenn was fixing her hair, I didn't see her until it was time for us to leave.

 

When my Lady finally emerged from the bathroom she took my breath away, so sexy was she.  The 'maids' outfit suited her to a 'T'. Jenny had decided to wear the black outfit. The top, like a bustier, lifted her sweet 'C's and pushed them together, providing a lot of cleavage. A bit of lace ensured that Jenn’s nipples were covered.

 

The top tightly covered her torso down to low-tummy. From that point a sort of flared skirt took over, leaving a small amount of skin bare. The skirt covered Jennifer to about upper thigh or just below her tush. She wore a garter belt to hold up her dark, seamed nylons.  The garters were visible where they attached to the hose, as was a considerable amount of thigh. The hose ended up in a pair of four inch open toed black heels with a strap around each ankle.

 

Jenny wore makeup but not heavy except for her eyes. She had done her eyelids in a soft blue color that seemed to bring out her dark blue eyes. Jennifer had pulled her long hair back, and put it into a long ponytail and used some kind of gadget to make it stick out some from her neck before falling down.

 

As I said, Jennifer was stunning.

 

I had one more thing I wanted to add to her outfit!

 

"Jennifer, you look like a dream come true".

 

"Thank you, Sir." she said with a shy smile.

 

"I have something...special I want you to include with your outfit."

 

"Of course, Sir. Anything you wish."

Nodding I told her to turn around, which Jenn did. I walked up to her and lifted the back of her skirt, exposing the frilled under garment.

 

"Pull these down please, then spread your legs and bend over."

 

I know Jennifer was puzzled by this, but she said nothing and quickly complied with my request. No, my order!

 

The view was...superlative! Jennifer’s lovely tush with her sexy legs spread apart was a true vision. So nice, in fact, that I almost forgot what I was going to do.  Almost!

 

I took something out of my back pocket, then a tube of anal-ease from another pocket. I lubed the new toy completely, then spread Jennifer’s cheeks with one hand and began to insert a butt plug into her with the other.

 

I had picked this one out after much thought. The store had had five different sizes, from tiny to...no way! This one was the middle size. It was about six inches long from tip to base. Only about four inches could be inserted, the last two inches being the end and the base. From the narrow tip, about a half inch wide, it flared out to about three inches near the bottom.

 

At first Jennifer resisted, but only for a couple of seconds. She did let out a few moans and groans, some due to the initial pain, but as I pushed the plug all the way in, her sounds were definitely from pleasure. I could see her pussy getting wet!

 

All the way in, I said, "Okay, you can stand up now."

 

Jenn didn't say a word, she just smiled...kind of sexy shy.

 

"You have to keep that in until I tell you to remove it."

 

Jenn bowed her head and said, meekly, "As you say, Sir".

 

I went to the closet, got her mink and helped her on with it. As I did I softly kissed her behind an ear, a place I knew she loved, then we headed out.

 

We didn't talk much in the car, though Jenn did squirm around in her seat for a bit. No surprise that! As I pulled my car into Kelly’s drive way and shut it off, I did ask Jenny one thing.

 

"Are you ready for tonight, and what might happen?"

 

Jennifer looked at me for a very long two or three seconds, then she smiled and said, "Sir, this night I will do whatever you want, or you may use me however you wish. No matter what. Yes, Sir, I am ready."

 

There was no hesitancy in her voice. Some nervousness maybe.

 

I nodded and got out of the car, walked around and opened Jenn’s door. Taking her arm, we walked to the door together.

 

I pushed the doorbell button and it was like a starter button for my thoughts. 'Did I want to happen tonight to really happen? Did Jennifer? Did I just want to tease a bit? Or more? A lot more?

 

Mentally, I shrugged my shoulders and decided to just 'go with the flow'.

 

As I made that decision, the door was opened by a vision dressed in black, and with a big smile.

Valerie looked stunning. She wore her hair loose and it shone under the porch light. A black, low cut sweater accentuated her creamy breasts. Val's shapely legs were covered by tight fitting slacks, and her feet were in short heeled sandals.

 

"Hi, guys, come on in. Kelly ran down to the store, he forgot beer. He'll be back in about ten minutes."

 

We walked in and saw the living room had been moved around to accommodate a good sized poker table. The sofa and love seat had been moved off to one side, creating a cozy sitting area close to the table.

 

Turning to Jennifer Val said, "Here, Jenn, let me take your coat."

 

Jennifer started to blush, but even so, let her coat fall into Val's hands.

 

I heard Val inhale sharply and glanced at her. She was totally focused on Jenny, looking at her with wide eyes. After a moment’s pause Val let out, "Oh My God. Jennifer, you are gorgeous! Turn around and let me see...”

 

Jenn slowly turned to face Valerie. She kept her head down as she turned, but I saw the smile.

 

"Damn, girl. You are going to be the smash of the party. I can't wait to see the guys’ expressions when they see you! OK. Come on into the kitchen." with that Val walked off, with us following.

 

From my stand point, the views were great, as the two dolls led the way.

 

For the next ten minutes or so, the girls prepared snacks, finger sandwiches, and stuff like that. Val and Jenn engaged in some soft girl talk that I didn’t hear. (How do they do that anyway?)

 

Just before Kelly got back, Val turned to me and asked, "Hey, just how far do you think Jenn will go tonight? I mean, what do you two have planned?"

 

"Nothing planned, really. Just...well, we shall see what we see." says I.

 

Val giggled, then said, "oh, sure. Her in this outfit, and nothing planned?"

 

"Yep. Nothing is planned, really. But Jenn will do whatever I tell her to do. So if something interesting arises..."

 

Val looked at me for a moment then asked, "Anything you want, huh! That's a broad statement. Like what, exactly?"

 

I thought for a second then pointed at Jennifer. "Ask her!"

 

Val turned to Jenny, ran her tongue over her lips, then asked of Jenn, "anything? What does that mean, exactly?"

 

Jennifer didn't hesitate for a second. "Just exactly what it means, Val." then she looked Valerie right in her eyes and repeated, "anything!"

 

Val was about to say something but was interrupted when Kelly rushed into the kitchen. He had three cases of beer in his over loaded arms, which I helped relieve him of. We placed the cases on the floor, and Kelly looked at Jenn, his eyes going huge.

 

"Oh My God" a phrase we were going to hear a lot of that tonight. "You are gonna be a real distraction to poker."

 

Jennifer laughed and thanked Kelly for his kind word. Then the doorbell rang, so Kelly and I went to the living room to greet and meet the other players.

 

Which left the two girls alone together. 

 

I found out the next day, from Jenny, what the two talked about.

 

Val was really curious about the 'anything' part, and basically didn’t believe we were totally serious. Jenn, for her part, tried to convince Val that we were very serious, but to little avail.

 

Finally, Jenn, a bit upset that Val didn’t believe her, volunteered to prove it. Val asked how and Jenn told Val to come up with something then tell me to order Jenn to do it. "But," Jenn warned Val, "You already know how Sir is. He may want the same of you. So be careful what you ask for."

 

Val considered that then nodded agreement. About that time, us guys were well into the game, and were hollering for beer, snacks etc.

 

The girls loaded a couple of trays with beer and chips and dip. Val told Jenn to give her a minute to go out to the table, then Jenn could bring in the stuff.

 

Taking her seat at the poker table, Val announced, "we have acquired the services of a.." a quick glance at me "servant girl for tonight. She will bring some things out in a moment." then Val sat back to watch reactions to Jennifer’s entrance.

 

As did I. Not a little nervous, was I.

 

We didn’t have long to wait. Kelly’s partners, Mark, Randy and Steve were kind of watching the kitchen door, not knowing what to expect but clearly interested. Kelly had already distributed chips, and was shuffling a deck, glancing at the door as well.

 

I was trying to watch everyone at once, and not succeeding very well. Still….

 

Jenn chose that moment to join the party. She came through the swinging door from the kitchen backwards, which served to show off her legs and tush very nicely.

 

Oh, brother, did eyeballs click when they saw her. Black, seamed nylons, garters, short skirt with ruffles, high heels with straps, all in all, damn fine.

 

Then Jennifer turned around, which explained why she came in backwards. Her hands were full with one tray each. The left hand carried about 8 bottles of beer, while the right tray was covered with quarter sandwiches. Didn’t stop eyeballs from clicking as they traveled up to Jenn’s head.

 

The tight bodice allowed a considerable amount of cleavage to overflow the built in bra. The lace around the top stopped her nipples from showing, but only just. The guys had seemingly stopped breathing. I know I had.

 

So had Val, which didn’t surprise me for some reason.

 

Jennifer went around the table distributing beer and food. She made sure to bend over from the waist (I didn’t teach her that move...hmmm) as she served each person. My Lady was so nonchalant about everything you would have thought she did this kind of thing every day.

 

As she went around, each of us got a good look at her assets, yet really saw less than would have been on display in a bikini. It’s all in the packaging!

 

Needless to say, the game didn’t start until Jennifer had emptied her trays and returned to the kitchen. Then, after a collective sigh of relief, cards were dealt.

A few hands later, after Jenny had delivered some more beer, the questions started to fly.

 

“Hey Kelly,” his partner Randy asked, while I shuffled, “where did you find this sexy little servant?”

 

Kelly looked over at me and started to speak, but didn’t get the chance.

 

“I made all the arrangements, Randy. Not Kelly.” Says Val. “Do you like?”

 

All the guys made noises of appreciation, but Randy had more to say. “She’s very nice, Val, and thank you. But…ummm...does she do anything else?”

 

“Anything else?" Oh, yes. Actually, anything.” Says Val.

 

Dead silence.

 

Mark chose this moment to pipe up, “Uh, anything? Kind of a blanket statement, Val. Could you elaborate?” Yes, an attorney. If they see a nit, they have to pick it. But this worked to my plans (and Val’s too, evidently).

 

“Mark, it’s very simple, this girl will do anything I tell her to do through the course of the night.” Then Val smiled brightly at the faces around the table.

 

And I smiled at Val. I smiled because I knew she was going to push Jenny to her limits (or hoped?). Also, I knew that Val was going to have to match Jenn act for act somewhere down the line.

 

“Now that I find kind of hard to believe, Val. I mean, anything could mean…well, anything” A good lawyer, Mark, checking parameters of the potential contract.

 

“Yes, it could, couldn’t it?” Val piped back.

 

More silence, then, quiet so far, Steve said, “Prove it.” Subtle, right?

 

“Sure Steve. No problem. And just what do you recommend?”

 

Steve had obviously thought this through quickly. “Make her take something off each time she comes in the room from the kitchen. Let’s see just how far she’ll go.”

 

“Ok, I can do that. And I get what for making her do that?”

 

More silence. But now it was time for me to get into the game. Quickly.

 

“Val, how about this, If Jenny stops undressing before she is nude, you win all the money on the table. If she gets totally nude, so do you. And you have to stay that way for the rest of the night.”

 

Now there had been silence before. This quiet, however, was more like the silence of a tomb. Looking at Kelly, I think he was really shocked, but there was also something of curiosity in his eye; A true wondering.

 

I was pushing Val a bit at this point for many reasons. First, I wanted her to understand who was really in charge of Jenny. Second, I wanted her to be a bit afraid of what her idea might bring. Third, I wanted to see her naked again. Fourth, I thought she should understand just what Jenny and I meant when we said ‘anything’.

 

At this point, Kelly just totally blew me away. It’s the quiet ones you have to watch out for.

 

“Uh, I have a bit of a better idea.” Says Kelly with a lot of understatement, “Val, if you win, I’ll get you that Mercedes you want.”

 

Val’s eyes opened up wide in surprise.

 

“However, just to make things more interesting, For every item the girl takes off, you have to take one off as well. If the servant doesn’t strip all the way, you win. And can get dressed again. If she does, then you stay naked the rest of the night.”

 

Sometimes, just sometimes, I like the way lawyers think.

 

More silence. I had even stopped shuffling the cards. All eyes were on Val waiting for her response.

 

It was a good, very long, two minutes before Val answered. All the guys were on the edges of our seats waiting to hear what she had to say.

 

Val looked squarely into Kelly’s eyes as she asked. “You’re sure about this?” Now I knew she was talking about her getting naked in front of Kelly’s partners. The others probably thought she was talking about the car. No matter. Kelly knew what Val meant.

 

“Yes, honey. I’m very sure.”

 

Val nodded silently for a minute, smiled suddenly and said, “It’s a bet!”

 

She then turned to me, “Here’s what I want. You get to tell the girl what she has to do. She responds better to a guy anyway. But you have to tell her the idea was mine.”

 

“Sure Val, I can do that. No problem. Do I tell her about the bet?”

 

Thinking for only a few seconds, Val responded, “Sure, why not?”

 

I started to nod, when with perfect timing, Jenny came out of the kitchen with a tray of chips and some dip.

 

I turned in my chair to face Jenny and said, in a somewhat commanding voice, “Uh, Miss. I have something I want you to do.”

 

Jenny, taking the cue, glanced at me and said, “Yes, Sir?”

 

“I want you to remove one article of clothing each time you come out of the kitchen. You may choose which one to remove.”

 

“Yes Sir. Anything else?”

 

“No, not at this time. You should know, however, that there is a bet amongst us that you figure prominently in. As does Val. I won’t go into details, but if she wins the bet, she gets a very nice prize. If she loses, well, you’ll see.” And I kind of chuckled at that.

 

Jenny, if I haven’t said so before, is very very smart.

 

“As you wish, Sir. Should I start now, or the next visit out of the kitchen.”

 

Jenny was very serious with the question, and a bit excited by the prospect. I could see a bit of a blush starting up her neck.

 

I glanced at Val to get her reaction to my answer. “No, thank you. Next time is good.”

 

Relief, shown from Val’s body language, disappointment in Jenny’s tone. “As you wish, Sir.” Jenny then set the tray on the side table set up for snacks and returned to the kitchen.

 

I reshuffled, and dealt cards to a very quiet group of poker players. Halfway through the hand I called out loudly, “Miss, I could use another beer here.”

 

Seconds later, Jenny came out with several beers on a tray. She passed them out to those wanting one, set down the tray and very nonchalantly took off the thingee that was holding her hair in a ponytail. She dropped the thingee (whatever the hell you call them) on the table, tossed her head a few times to let her long hair flow, then turned and went back into the kitchen.

 

All eyes had been on Jennifer, of course. Now, all the guys turned to look at Val, to see what she would do.

 

Which, to my amusement, and the others disappointment, was to remove a small comb from the back of her hair. This item, also, was dropped onto the table.

 

And so it went. The tone had been set.

 

Somewhat to my surprise, about 15 minutes later, Kelly called Jenny in, wanting a sandwich. Jenny brought him a small plate of sandwiches, then slowly removed her skirt. She then dropped it on a side table next to the poker table turned and slowly walked back into the kitchen. Every eye was on her. Jenn’s black lace panties stretched across her tight buttocks very nicely, I thought.

 

You could almost hear the eyeballs click, as the guys turned back to look at Val.

For some very long seconds, Val just kind of sat there. Then, slowly, she reached under the table and pulled off one of her shoes, dropping it onto the side table.

 

There was going to be a large collection of feminine attire on that table soon.

More hands were dealt. I was somewhat ahead at this point. Kelly was losing, Val a bit ahead, the rest of the guys about even.

 

Without being called, (she really wanted to get naked, she told me later) Jenny came into the room bringing more chips and dip. These she set on another side table next to Kelly. From there, he could pass them around.

 

Like anyone cared at that moment.

 

Without a glance at us, Jennifer started to unbutton her bustier. Then, I had an inspiration.

 

“Wait, Miss, don’t remove that just yet.”

 

Eyes moved from Jenny to me. Several pair where a bit hostile, thinking I was going to stop the fun. Not likely!

 

“Here’s the plan. The winner of the next hand gets to remove her top.”

 

This idea was met with serious acclaim. Since Val had won the last hand, she was the dealer for this one. Cards were quickly shuffled and dealt.

 

I didn’t think anyone was going to fold this hand, and I was right.

 

The game, this hand, was five card draw. I was dealt a pair of tens, with no kicker. I asked for three cards, and drew a pair of sevens, giving me two pair. Not a bad hand, in straight draw poker.

 

The betting went around the table, with me raising other bets twice. Everyone had to stay in, of course, so this was going to be a good one.

 

It was small stakes, quarter ante, ten dollar maximum raises. It still made for a large, for us, pot. Four times around, with two raises from me, there was over a hundred dollars in there.

 

Finally, it was show time. I tossed my two pair down, to many groans. Kelly had two pair, fours over twos. Steve had a pair of aces. Mark a low pair, and Randy had four cards to a straight.

 

Val slowly laid her cards down. A Flush in hearts. Figures. She raked in the pot, and then looked at Jennifer, smiling.

“Come over her, girl. Let’s get you out of that confining top.”

 

Jenny moved around the table to stand next to Val. She kind of turned around, giving Val access to the snaps on the back of the bustier. Val was having none of that.

 

“Face the table, hon.” Val stood up and moved behind Jenny. As Jenn faced the table, Val undid the snaps, kind of quickly too. She slowly moved the bustier away from Jenny’s torso.

 

There was a soft collective sigh from the poker table, as Jennifer’s half-bra was revealed. Her pink nipples were slightly visible, just over the rim of lace around the bra cup. I could tell at a glance she was turned on. Her pink eraser like tips were hard as could be. Sexy!

 

Val patted Jenny on her tush and said, “Ok, that’s all for now, thank you.”

 

I looked around the table, and of course all eyes were on Jenn as she walked back into the kitchen, including Val’s. Jennifer’s firm, round tush moved majestically as she walked away. This was getting good!

 

All eyes looked back at Val to see what her next move would be. Without a glance at the rest of us, she reached under the table, removed her other shoe and dropped it on the side table also. Then Val picked up the cards and began to shuffle the deck.

 

I wondered, at this point, who would win the chance to remove Jennifer’s bra. I also wondered if Jennifer would continue to go along with this and also if Val would. I felt reasonably sure Val would allow herself at least to be topless, but totally nude? I intended to find out. I had little doubt Jennifer would go along.

 

More hands were dealt, time seemed to fly by. It had been almost forty minutes since Jennifer’s last visit, and I was willing to bet that she wouldn’t come out again until called. The anticipation was as good for her as it was for those of us at the table.

 

Steve finally looked around and realized his beer was empty. “Service out here please. We need some liquid sustenance like right now.” He said in a loud demanding voice.

 

It was only a few moments until Jennifer appeared. She had a tray of cold beer in one hand, and some finger sandwiches on a platter in the other hand. She carried the items fairly high, hiding her breasts from view.

 

Jenn went around the table, passing out the beer and food. Steve had won the previous hand, and was dealing the next.

 

I really didn’t want to win this hand. My thoughts were on the one after, the probable removal of Jennifer’s panties. On the flip side, I wasn’t going to intentionally lose either. Chances were good it would be a large pot.

 

Steve called for a hand of seven card stud, no wild cards.

 

It was interesting to watch the others at the table. Most eyes were flicking back and forth between Jennifer and the cards. Jenn was standing next to me, a little behind, but facing the table.

 

The down cards were dealt, and I had a pocket ace and king. My first up card was a ten. A Possible straight, but not an easy one to fill.

 

High card, and opening bet, went to Mark, with a queen. He bet $2. Everyone called, and Steve dealt the next round.

 

My next card was an ace, giving me a pair, but kind of killing my chances for a straight. There were no pairs showing on the table, and my ace was high.

I bet $4 on the strength of my aces, and knowing nobody was going to fold at this point. I was right.

 

Steve dealt out our fifth cards, giving Mark a pair of queens and Kelly a pair of nines.

 

I was dealt a king, which didn’t help my straight possibilities, but made me start thinking full house. I had two pair, and high ones. Hmmm.

 

Marks queens were high and he bet $5. I began to think he had a third in the hole, or maybe a pocket pair of something else. I called, as did everyone else in the game. Naturally! No folders in this pot.

 

Our sixth cards were dealt, with no help to anyone. Mark was still high hand and bet another $5. Of course, everyone called.

 

The seventh cards were dealt, down and dirty. Rather than look at mine, I first watched everyone else. Mark had a smirk. Val looked unhappy. Kelly and Steve showed nothing. Randy actually smiled. I carefully studied his up cards, there were two clubs, and a glance at the table showed only two others. I also had one in my two pocket cards. Hmmm. A flush.

I then looked at my third down card, and found nothing of help. So, I had a very high two pair. I figured Mark for three of a kind. Kelly a pair or low two pair at best. Val had nothing showing that could help, though three of a kind in her pocket cards was possible. Steve I figured for a pair at best. Mark was looking good, but Randy’s ‘tell’ had me thinking.

 

Mark was still high hand on top. He quickly bet $10. Val, then Kelly called. Randy was next and he raised $10. Steve thought long and hard, then with great reluctance, folded. I didn’t even think twice, and folded also. Mark raised Randy another $10 which Randy called immediately. Val and Kelly both folded.

 

Mark rolled his cards, and as I guessed, he had three queens. With a broad smile on his face he waited for Randy to flop his hole cards. With a bigger smile, Randy threw his hand in, face up. A flush, in clubs. All three of his hole cards were clubs.

 

Randy didn’t even rake in the pot. Instead he turned to Jennifer and waved her over to him. She moved to stand next to him slowly, but not showing any reluctance. Randy looked at the pot for a minute, then turned to Val.

 

“I’ll give her this pot, if you make her let me ‘touch’ her as I take off her bra.” Ah, an interesting proposition. All the guys at the table, excepting Kelly, were still under the impression Val was somehow ‘in charge’ of Jennifer.

 

Val blinked and thought quickly. I decided to save her, since she and I knew Jenn would only obey me, though she would, even indirectly.

 

“Val, I for one think that would be a great idea. Why don’t you just order her to do what Randy says?” This took Val off the hook and passed my order to Jenny.

 

I looked at my lady just to see her reaction to my statement. If she was going to stop this, it would be now. Her eyes were glazed, her nostrils flared, and her nipples could be used as nails they were so hard. From her neck up, a blush covered her. No, she wasn’t going to stop this now.

 

Val nodded, more to herself than to what I had said, and looked at Randy.

 

“I have no problem with that, Randy.” Looking directly into Jennifer’s eyes, Val said, “Allow Randy what he wants, servant.”

 

Jennifer nodded almost imperceptibly, then looked at Randy in expectation.

 

Randy stood up and moved behind Jenn. He gently turned her so that she was facing the table. His hands moved behind her back as he unhooked the bra. It took him a few seconds, obviously a bit nervous. Soon enough though we could all see Jennifer’s bra relax and go loose. Randy’s hands then moved to Jenny’s shoulders, pulling the straps down. Jenn helped by letting her arms hand straight down to her sides.

 

The bra fell to the floor.

 

There was a collective sigh as all eyes went to Jennifer’s breasts. Mine as well. Randy hadn’t moved his hands from her shoulders. Now, he began to move them from the shoulders, down Jenny’s chest to her breasts. Gently his hands moved over those lovely breasts, the palms of Randy’s hands covering Jenn’s nipples and rubbing them a bit.

 

Jennifer inhaled deeply, her eyes closing, and she leaned back into Randy’s chest. For his part, Randy allowed his hands to cup Jenn’s breasts and give them a squeeze. Her nipples pushed through his fingers, and Randy pinched them slightly between his second and ring fingers. As he finally pulled his hands away he pulled Jenny nipples away from her chest a bit, causing her to gasp slightly.

 

At last the show ended. Randy dropped his hand to his side and sat back down. He had a slight glazed look himself. I looked around at the rest of the table and realized everyone was very much into the show. Eyes were wide, mouths slightly open and in Val’s case, her tongue was slowly licking her lips.

 

Val broke the silence. Reaching to rake in the pot, she said to Jennifer, “I’ll hold this for you until later, dear. You run along now until we need you.”

 

Jennifer smiled, nodded her head and walked out of the room. We could see her breasts move slightly as she walked away. Wow, what a sight.

 

Once again, all eyes turned to Val. What would she remove next? Or would she call a halt?

 

Randy, his eyes never leaving Val, gathered up the cards and began to shuffle them for the next hand. But he didn’t deal them. He, like all of us, was waiting for Val.

 

For several long moments, Val hesitated. She was obviously thinking of her next move. She glanced at me, and then looked at Kelly. For his part, Kelly simply watched, waiting to see what Val would do.

 

Val shrugged her shoulders, as if making up her mind. She stood up, and with no wasted motion, unbuttoned her slacks and carefully though quickly pulled them down.

Val sat back down, giving us a short glimpse of what seemed to be red panties. Again, she reached under the table for a few seconds, then pulled her slacks out from under and dropped these onto the growing pile of clothes.

 

Smiling slightly, Val said, “Deal.”

 

Randy seemed to shake himself, then started dealing.

 

Now I wondered what the next few hands might bring. Who was going to call Jennifer in next? I had no idea, except that it wasn't going to be me.

 

To my surprise, it turned out to be Kelly. I guess he wanted to push Val a bit, to see how far she would go. In any event, only five minutes had passed when Kelly said,

“Hey, I could use another beer.”

 

Within seconds, Jenn came through the door. Her breasts looked so good, high riding with nipples firm and proud. She looked great.

 

Walking to Kelly, she took off the empty bottle, replacing it with a full one. With no hesitation whatsoever, Jenn began to remove another item. This time, she took off a shoe, and stretched her leg out so her heel was resting on Kelly’s chair arm. Slowly, seductively, she unsnapped one of her black nylons and carefully rolled it down her leg. She pulled it off, lowered her leg, and put her shoe back on. Then Jenn turned, dropped the nylon on the ‘garment’ table and strolled back to the kitchen.

 

For the entire time, all eyes had been on Jennifer. Now, with her departure, you could hear they guys eyeballs snap back to stare at Val.

 

What we saw was most interesting. Val had already started to unbutton her sweater. Standing, she pulled it off, and dropped it with all the other garments before sitting back in her chair.

 

Her bra was about as sexy as a bikini. No, not even that much. It was white, and covered Val’s assets quite well. Boring to say the least. But I wasn’t sure if she had nylons or panty hose on. Either way, it was going to get interesting.

 

Two more hands were dealt and finally someone decided to call Jennifer back in. Steve had enough waiting and wanted things to hurry up. Accordingly…” Hey girl, some chips out here please.”

 

Nobody paid any attention to Jennifer as she came into the room. We ignored her as if by agreement, just to see what she would do. Placing a bowl of chips next to Steve, Jenn then repeated herself, this time with her other leg. And this time, she made more of a show of it. Very slowly, after placing her foot on Steve’s chair arm, Jenn unsnapped her garters, then rolled her nylons down. Putting shoe back on, and dropping the nylon on the table, she slowly strutted out of the room.

 

Five pairs of eyeballs swung quickly to Val. She gave a soft sigh and stood. I hadn’t noticed before, but she was wearing hose. Panty hose. Slowly, she hooked her thumbs in the sides of the hose, then carefully pulled them down her long legs. She didn’t exactly draw out the move; instead, she was being careful not to pull her panties down with the panty hose. Red panties, by the way.

 

Once Val had removed them, she wadded the pantyhose up, tossed them onto the garment table, then sat back down. She had a…not sullen...more resigned…expression on her face. As though she knew this wasn’t going to stop anytime soon.

 

Brother was she right, if that was what she was thinking!

 

There was a collective exhaling of air, as all the guys started to breathe again. Then from Randy, “I need a drink”.

 

“Me too!” responded Kelly. “Girl, come here please.”

 

Jennifer came out almost instantly. Too fast too have been deep inside the kitchen. (I found out later that Jenn had stopped to peak back into the living room to watch what Val did.)

 

“You called?” Jenn asked innocently.

 

Kelly looked at Val for a second, you could see the wheels turning inside his head. Then, having made a decision of some sort, “Please bring me a drink. Makers Mark and ice please.”

 

Until now, only beer had been served at the table. Still, I knew there was plenty of hard liquor in the kitchen.

 

“Certainly sir. Would anyone else care for a drink?”

 

Randy chimed in, “Scotch and water for me please.”

 

And that caused Mark to order the same. I decided against anything harder than beer, I wanted my wits about me. Steve declined as well.

 

Smiling softly, Jennifer raised one foot up, removed a shoe, and turned and walked, awkwardly, back into the kitchen.

 

Again, we all turned to Val. She sat for a moment doing nothing. Then she kind of leaned forward a bit and raised her hands to her back. Taking a moment to glance at Kelly, who just watched, Val unsnapped her bra. Val then rolled her shoulders, letting the bra fall down her arms. Without standing she tossed the bra onto the garment table. Surprisingly, she didn’t try to be coy and cover herself with her arms, instead she sat back and let us stare.

 

Which of course, we did.

 

There was a soft ‘Damn’ and one ‘Holy shit’ but I couldn’t tell for the life of me who said what.

 

They were large and gorgeous. Full with no sag at all and Val’s nipples were already getting hard, even as we watched.

 

Kelly was staring as hard as the other guys, but he had enough presence of mind to pick up the deck, shuffle and start dealing.

 

Jennifer walked back in with the drinks on a tray. She gave Randy and Mark their drinks, then served Kelly his. In doing so, Jenn’s breasts rubbed Kelly’s arm. I’m sure it was accidental (not) as Jenn’s eyes were devouring Val’s breasts.

 

Once she had served Kelly, Jenn raised her other leg and removed her shoe. Turning, she slowly strolled back out of the living room.

 

I did a quick inventory of what Val may still be wearing. If she had anything other than panties, I couldn’t come up with it. So…” Val, you only have one item remaining?” It was more statement than question.

 

She looked at me for a second then nodded her head.

 

“Okay, since the deal was the servant had to get naked first, you don’t need to do anything now.” I am so Gallant.

 

I couldn’t read the expression on her face. It might have been relief or disappointment. Either way, fair is fair. That was the deal.

 

I would have bet big money that Mark or Steve would have called Jennifer out next. Both seemed really into this game. And Randy was a bit shy, even now. I would have lost.

 

After only two more hands, it was Kelly. “Ahh, miss, another drink  please.”

 

Now this surprised me. Kelly obviously wanted both girls naked and now. It also, judging by the reaction on Val’s face shocked her as well.

 

Jennifer walked back out, after stalling around for about two minutes. She slowly made her way to Kelly’s side, where upon she set his drink next to him. Then, she looked around the table at each of the guys. Finally, her eyes came to rest on Val, and Jenn smiled.

 

“Anything!” was all Jennifer said. Then ever so slowly, with exaggerated movements, she hooked her thumbs in her panties and pulled them down off her hips. Oh, so slowly, Jennifer pulled those panties down, (the garter belt turned out to part of the panties) slowing to a crawl as they started past her pussy. The whole time, her eyes never left Val’s. Then, with a quick motion, Jenn got the things past her hips, and let them drop to the floor.

 

At long last, it was done. Jennifer was now totally nude in front of all of us. And all of us were staring at her body hungrily. Turning her back to the table, Jenn bent over from the waist, offering a great rear view, picked up her panties, dropped them on the side table and walked back into the kitchen.

 

Dead silence, and all eyes focused on the kitchen door. Not even a “Damn” or “oh hell” or anything. But I did notice Kelly watch Val almost as closely as he watched Jennifer. I glanced at Val myself, just in time to see her tongue retreat back into her mouth. Licking her lips maybe?

 

Moment of truth time now. Slowly all the guys looked back at Val waiting for her reaction. Which wasn’t as long in coming as I thought it would have been.

 

Val stood up. Looking straight at Kelly, she, in opposite fashion to Jenn, hooked her panties and pulled them off quickly. We had barely a glimpse of her nether regions before she sat back down again. Still, she was naked and obviously intended to stay that way.

 

At this point, I glanced at my watch. Not even 11pm. The whole evening so far had taken only about 3 hours or so. It seemed…. longer. A lot longer.

 

It was quiet at the table. No one seemed to have much to say. It was my deal, so I picked up the cards and began to shuffle. Then Mark spoke.

 

“Val, you, and the other girl, are both spectacular looking women.” There was an immediate vocal consensus of opinion around the table.

 

Val blushed slightly and mumbled her thanks. But Mark wasn’t done yet.

 

“You mentioned earlier that this girl would do anything. Is this the ‘anything’ or could there be more we might hope for?”

 

Val’s eyebrows rose and her eyes opened very large. She was nonplussed to say the least.

 

“Uh, Mark I don’t umm.” Val looked to me for help and I just smiled.

 

Then Kelly, again surprising me, spoke up, “Honey, let’s find out, shall we?”

 

Val looked at Kelly across the table in a strange way, but said nothing.

 

I chimed in, “sounds like a great idea to me Kelly. What did you have in mind?”

 

That stopped him for the moment. He had made his statement, but didn’t really know where he was going with it.

 

Mark, on the other hand, had some ideas of his own. “Uh, well, maybe she could put on a bit of a show…uhhh of some kind?”

 

Now it was out in the open. (I didn’t know it then, but Jennifer was listening at the door, hanging on every word. She told me she started getting wet the minute Kelly spoke, and more so after hearing Mark’s idea).

 

Val was fidgeting in her seat. Whether from discomfort of being nude, or from the thought of getting Jennifer to do…whatever, I wasn’t sure.

 

Finally, after a few seconds, Val said, “well, uhm I don’t know. Uhh I think umm…”

 

She clearly didn’t know what to say. And then it dawned on me, she had to be thinking that whatever she got Jenn to do, she was going to have to do. Nice thought!

 

“What kind of show did you have in mind, Mark”? Val finally got out.

 

Mark blinked. Then thought for a second, “Well, you know, a show?”

 

Val was stalling for time as she gave thought to this problem. “No, I don’t know. What kind of show, Mark? Really.”

 

Then Kelly got into it. It really is the quiet ones you have to watch out for. They can and will surprise the Hell out of you.

 

“A sexy show, Val. Of some kind.” Kelly said.

 

And that got a round of approval from the table. Except from Val of course.

 

She looked towards me, a question in her eyes. I stalled, wanting to build anticipation in Val, and everyone else.

 

After a very pregnant pause, I said, “How about this. We play a hand, the winner can make a request from you to give her as an order.”

 

Val blinked in surprise. It hit me that even she didn’t really believe the ‘anything’ part of the evening.

 

And then Kelly once again floored me.

 

“Val. Look. You lost the bet about this girl getting naked. She did, and so you did too. And that’s great. So, with that in mind, here is what I propose. Winner’s choice. If this girl does what she is told, you do too. If she doesn’t you get your car. You can stop anytime you want simply by not giving the girl any more orders, or by not going along with what she did. Simple bet, don’t you think? I mean, you do truly believe that she will call a halt, don’t you?”

 

Val thought for a second then responded. “Oh, I think she will call a halt yes.” A glance towards me, “but…Kelly…are you really really sure about this?”

 

Again, the question had nothing to do with the car, and both of them knew it. As did I. The others, I believe, thought that is what she meant. She didn’t.

 

Kelly was quiet for a moment, and then nodded his head slowly in affirmation.

 

It was very quiet around the table at this point. The partners’ eyes had been going back and forth between Kelly and Val as though watching a tennis match. It was kind of fun to watch, because each time the eyes got back to Val, they moved right to her breasts first, then to her face, then back to her breasts before tracking to Kelly. Funny!

 

Val looked to me again. I just smiled and nodded. She swallowed once, twice, then looked at Kelly. “Ok, then. Let’s see what happens. You have a bet”.

 

Oh, mercy, what have I gotten Jennifer into? Or me, for that matter.

 

Val immediately took things into her hands. “Girl, come here please.”

 

Jennifer waited a few seconds, then came out of the kitchen, in all her glory. Her breasts, not nearly as large as Val’s, were perfectly shaped. Her legs long on her 5’7” frame. Pink nipples engorged to the point they could cut glass. Her pussy was bare, a very rare thing then. And if you looked closely, you could see a touch of ‘dew’ between her legs. All in all, she was a vision.

 

Jenn walked straight to the table, put her arms behind her back (and thus made her breasts stand out even more, to the delight of all) and said, “Yes, how may I serve?”

 

Val looked at Jenn a moment then said, “We have more things we may want you to do, as the night proceeds. Will that be a problem for you?”

 

Jennifer shook her head and responded, “Our agreement was ‘anything’ as I recall.” Jenn looked at Val intently. “Does that agreement still hold? Fully?” Val knew exactly what Jennifer meant.

 

 

 

“Yes, it does. Fully. Ok, in that case, we are going to play for your…services. You may decline to perform at any time. There will be no pressure upon you. There is a separate wager, amongst us, as to when you will stop but that is not a concern of yours. I will give you the order; it is you that must comply. Do you understand?”

 

Jennifer dropped her head and said, “Yes mistress, I understand.”

 

 Her long red hair fell across her breasts as she lowered her head, but her eyes were visible to me. She glanced my way, and I gave her a slight nod, noticing her eyes were sparkling in a way that I had never seen before. She was totally into the night and loving it.

 

Val paused, took a deep breath, then ordered, “Very well then. Go into the guest bedroom closet. There is a box there; it looks like a file box. Kind of black in color. Please bring that here and put it on the floor next to me.”

 

A slight puzzled expression came over Jennifer, but she turned and walked away.

 

“Wait,” I said, “in the kitchen until after this hand.”

 

Jennifer dutifully stopped then walked into the kitchen.

 

Val looked at Jenn then turned to me and said, “Deal”. Which I did.

 

Now I wasn’t sure if I wanted to win this next hand, or lose on purpose. Then I remembered something from earlier, and decided I really wanted to win. And I was dealing. So, with that in mind….

 

“Straight poker. Five card draw, no wild cards. Guts to open.” And I dealt the cards.

 

Someone was smiling on me; I dealt myself three jacks from the get-go. Kelly needed three cards, as did Mark and Steve. Randy took two and Val one. I, of course, took two.

 

Lightening does strike twice in the same place. Miracles do occur. I drew the fourth Jack.

 

The betting was subdued, but everyone stayed in the hand. Val pulled her flush (I figured her for a straight, full house or flush) Kelly had three fives. Randy was trying for a straight and didn’t get it. Mark and Steve had two pair, and a pair of aces respectively.

 

My four Jacks swept the table.

 

But more importantly, I had won the first “order”.

 

I looked at Val and said, “Tell her to come out here, then do what I say, please.”

 

Val nodded and called for Jennifer to come out of the kitchen. Jenn came promptly, (no pun intended) and sashayed over to the table. “Follow his orders” and pointed to me.

 

Jenn nodded and looked at me expectantly.

 

Now I had to pause a moment. What I was about to do might let the others know that Jenn and I had a ‘special’ relationship. On the other hand, what the hell. Who cared?

 

“Lay down on the floor please, on your stomach.” I looked at everyone on the table as Jenn did as ordered, a puzzled look on her face. “You guys might want to get up where you can see her better”.

 

More puzzled looks.

 

Once Jenn was on the floor, I gave her my order. “Spread your legs wide, then remove the toy that you have.”

 

Instantly, Jennifer knew what I meant. In the course of the night, she had gotten so used to the thing she had all but forgotten it was there. Her blush started at her neck and traveled downward quickly. It even made her soft yet firm buttocks reddish.

 

Slowly, with all of us watching closely, Jennifer opened her legs to reveal the butt plug I had placed there hours ago. With one hand, Jenn reached behind herself and took hold of the thing. Then slowly, she started to pull the plug out of her ass. As she did, a soft gasp could be heard from one of the onlookers, I think it may have been Val.

 

Gently, Jennifer pulled the plug out of her ass, moaning softly as she did so. The large bulge of the plug expanded her rosebud immensely, allowing all of us a full look of her spread butt hole.

 

When she had it out, I remarked, “Thanks. Now go get that box. OK, time for another hand”.

 

This one, I knew, I didn’t want to win. For some perverse reason I wanted one of the others to be victorious.

 

I watched Jennifer leave the room and enjoyed the view. I also enjoyed the fact that she was ‘performing’ as promised. This was going to be interesting.

 

It only got better from that point. I had definitely set the tone. Watching Jennifer pull the plug out of her ass had been one of the most exciting things I think I had ever seen sexually. (Later, she told me she had cum softly while doing it. Not the first, nor last, of the evening for her).

 

While I was shuffling the cards (winner dealt), Jennifer made another appearance. Still flushed from her earlier humiliation in front of everyone, she looked great. This time she had a dark cardboard box in her arms. It was heavy; Jenn had to carry it with both arms under it and held against her chest. Slowly she set the box down on the side table, then slowly, with a nice wiggle to her tail, walked back out of the room.

 

I started the deal. “Seven card stud, no wild cards.” The game went on.

 

Kelly was the lucky one this time, and, for all intents and purposes, was a bit nonplussed about having won. Like he didn’t really know what he wanted to do. Then, you could actually see the light go off in his head as he suddenly looked at Val intensely. A very small yet wicked smile came over his face.

 

If Val was aware of Kelly’s lascivious little smile, she didn’t show it. She was busy looking at the side table where Jenny had placed the box of unknown contents. Well, the unknown part was going to change real soon.

 

“Young lady, come out here now please” Kelly said in that deep courtroom voice of his.

 

Jennifer came out quickly and moved to Kelly's side. She surmised correctly that he had won the hand, and was obviously curious about what he intended. She was also just a touch nervous, or perhaps cold, as her skin had Goosebumps all over it.

 

Kelly said nothing. Instead, he reached over and removed the lid to the box. For several very long seconds he rummaged around inside the thing, looking for a specific item but what exactly we had no idea.

 

I glanced at Val and suddenly had an insight as to what Kelly was doing. Val had blanched white, and her eyes were wide open and her nostrils flared wide. She was as scared as someone could be whose life wasn't being threatened. Val was also blushing, which really set her features off nicely, to my mind.

 

Kelly found what he was looking for. He gave Val a penetrating glance then said, “As she has to do, so do you. Yes?”

 

Val couldn’t answer, she could only nod. By this time, one of her hands had gone to her throat, the other, across her spectacular breasts. Not so much to cover herself, more as if protecting herself. Interesting.

 

At this point Kelly pulled whatever it was he found out of the box. My own eyes grew wide, as did all the other guys at the table. Jennifer gave out a small gasp of surprise.

 

But Val simply moaned and said “Oh, oh no. Kelly! Please! No!”

 

Kelly held in his hand an anal plug very similar to the one I had placed in Jennifer. With the exception that this one was at least one inch bigger around and maybe two or three inches longer. The taper on the monstrous toy was less as well, meaning the whole thing was wider, from tip to base. The only thing I could think at that moment was ‘ouch’.

 

“You can call a halt anytime you want Val. But here is my raise, shall we say. You can either call, or fold.” Kelly looked straight into Val’s eyes as he said this.

 

I then realized that Kelly had more in mind than met the eye. Exactly what, I wasn’t exactly sure. But I had a pretty good idea!

 

Val was stunned into silence. She was still sitting at the table. Val was totally naked, of course, as was Jennifer. But most of Val’s nakedness, save only her magnificent breasts, was hidden from our view. That might change very quickly depending on her response.

 

Hands at her mouth (effectively blocking the view of her breasts) Val stared hard at Kelly. For a long time, the two looked into each other’s eyes. Finally, Val dropped her eyes to the table and said softly. “Ok, as you wish”. Something special had passed between Val and Kelly. And I thought I was the only one to pick up on it. Wrong, of course.

 

Slowly Val stood up. We could all now see her body down to mid-thigh. Her very large almost perfect breasts stood out magnificently, tipped by gorgeous and hardening nipples. Her tummy was firm and hard. Her lower abdomen showed a nice dark bush, with labia just showing. Sexy! No doubt.

 

Valencia, still looking at Kelly asked, “How do you want me to do this then?”

 

I glanced around the table and all eyes save mine were on Val. Including Jennifer’s. In fact, my Lady was panting as she watched Val. Interesting.

 

Kelly pointed at the table with a finger saying, “Up here.”

 

Val turned, stepped on her chair then on to the table. What a great view. And what great legs too.

 

“Down on all fours Val.” Kelly then directed.

 

Valencia complied, first lowering herself to her knees, then bending forward until her hands supported herself on the table. Her great breasts hung below her, nipples bare inches (pun intended) from the table. Val’s legs were still tight together but the view was still very good. I know, as I was almost directly behind her.

 

Kelly nodded then turned to Jennifer. He held the anal plug out to her. Jenn didn’t know what to do. Understanding, Kelly said, “Val, tell her to take the plug”.

 

Valencia glanced at Jennifer “Take the plug please.” Where upon Jennifer took the large toy from Kelly.

 

Bending down to put his mouth to Valencia’s ear, Kelly whispered something to her. Val shook her head no. Again, Kelly whispered.

 

This time, Val looked at Jennifer and said, loudly but in a scared voice, “Please, girl, put that toy in me.”

 

Jennifer’s turn to have her eyes widen. But she only hesitated a moment. Slowly she moved the short distance around the table until she was directly behind Valencia. Gently, but firmly, Jenn reached between Valencia’s knees, and pushed them apart, with Val helping…albeit slowly. Finally, Val was spread open far enough to suit Jennifer.

 

And what a view! A round, firm yet soft ass flanked a pair of really exquisite targets. Val’s pussy was still closed, but even so I could see moisture there. Her labia extended just a bit and were sexy as hell. The rosebud was tightly closed, but pink and just adorable. And Dry.

 

Jennifer looked at her target, then slowly, tentatively reached out with one hand and placed it gently on Val’s left cheek. By this time, all of the guys had moved around the table to stand behind Val the better to see. Of course.

 

As she gently massaged Val’s butt cheek, Jennifer brought the anal plug up to her mouth with her other hand. I knew how she was going to solve the dryness problem. Ever so slowly, Jenn began to lick the plug all over. As it got wetter, she began to insert it into her mouth moving it in and out like a cock. And it was a mouth full. Jenn was barely able to get the thing in down to the widest point. She wet all that she could though.

 

At the same time, Jennifer had moved her hand over Val’s ass and let her thumb just sort of rest on Valencia’s little rosebud. Val had jumped a bit when Jenn first touched her, but seemed to accept the light pressure of the thumb.

 

Jennifer continued to suck and lick the anal plug, but was also starting to move her thumb. Slowly, at first, at with just a little pressure, Jenn began to massage Val’s anal entrance. After a few seconds Val’s response to Jenn’s ministrations became clear. Slowly, her tight rosebud began to loosen and flower just a bit. Interestingly, Val’s pussy began to open as well. It was visually clear (not to mention a total treat and turn on) that Val was very much enjoying what Jennifer was doing.

 

Val began to move back against Jennifer’s thumb ever so gently, at first. A light moan came from Val as Jenn continued to stroke the still tight target. But Jenn’s thumb was now pressing harder and moving in a small circular motion as well. Val’s response was to push back against Jenn’s thumb even more, and she sort of rolled her hips. She wanted that thumb to penetrate her. Her moans became more frequent and louder.

 

Almost begging.

 

I, heck, we, had been so mesmerized by the view of Jennifer playing with Valencia’s ass that we really hadn’t noticed Jennifer. Now I glanced at her and had a bit of a shock. Jenn’s eyes were almost closed, just mere slits were open. They were focused intently on Val’s nether regions, and what was happening there.  At the same time, almost without thought, Jenn was ‘blowing’ the anal plug. So well, in fact, that she was almost going down on the whole thing. It was just a bit too big around at the base to fit in Jenn’s mouth, but every time she got to that point, Jenn would pull it out and lick all around it.

 

 

I glanced back to Val just in time. Jennifer’s thumb was now applying real pressure to the tight little bud of Val’s ass, and Val was moving back against it harder. Noticing Val’s pussy, I realized she was actually dripping onto the poker table. Needless to say, I was hotter and harder than I could ever remember being in my life. Wow.

 

Suddenly, forcefully, Jennifer pushed her thumb into Valencia’s asshole. And not just a little either, but all the way in to the web of her hand. Val let out a muffled scream and her whole body started to shake. Her pussy was now very much open, and very very wet!

 

Slowly at first, then faster, Jennifer began to fuck Val’s asshole with her thumb. I realized that not only was she going in and out with it, but Jenn was also making small circles in Val’s ass with her thumb.

 

With each stroke, a moan was let out by Val. Not in pain! After what seemed hours but was really probably less than a minute or two, Jennifer eased her thumb out of Val’s asshole, leaving it open. Less than an inch wide really, but open.

 

I quickly looked at Jennifer and saw her take the anal plug out of her mouth. She had one hell of a smile on her face after that…hmmmm! With a quick move, Jenn placed the tip of the plug into the small opening her thumb had left in Val’s bottom.  Val, feeling it, sort of leaned back into it, as if to say…”do it”

 

Then Val said, “DO IT” oh yeah, she was ready.

 

So was Jennifer. Almost gently, she began to push the tip of the plug against Val’s asshole. Then, at some resistance, Jenn pushed it harder, and began to twist it at the same time. Slowly, the large plug began to slide into Val’s ass. Val let out a series of groans, at the same time pushing her ass back against the plug. Jenn, teasing Val, pulled the plug out so that just the tip was inside, then, with a swift move, shoved the plug deep into Val’s ass, almost to the widest part of the plug.

 

Val let out a shriek, wiggled her sweet butt, then pushed back again. Jenn began to fuck Val’s ass with the plug, with each stroke going in deeper and deeper. She would slid it in almost to the base, then pull it back out so that just the tip was still in. Then Jenn would push it in again, a bit deeper each thrust. And Val was moaning and groaning the whole time.

 

With each stroke, and most of us hadn't noticed, Jennifer was also stroking Val's clit with her other hand. Her finger moving across Val's vagina, then over the clit, and back again. Val had started to shake like a leaf by this point.

 

Finally, with one swift movement, Jennifer plunged the plug all the way into Val’s ass. At the same time, Jenn rolled Val’s clit between her thumb and finger.

 

Oh Lordy! Val screamed as she came. Her whole body shook; her arms could no longer hold her weight causing her to fall forward, her breasts spreading over the table. Val was panting, moaning, shaking, and, from where I stood, pouring.

 

Jennifer released Val's clit, causing another moan from the just orgasmic beauty. And slowly Val lowered her now full ass to the table. Damn, what a show!

 

Jennifer, her nipples hard enough to cut diamonds, her pussy juices literally running down her legs, calmly walked around to the front of the table, knelt down a bit in front of Val and asked, “will that be all, Miss”? then she nodded her head, and sashayed back into the kitchen.

 

You could have heard a pin drop on the carpet. Val's breathing had started to slow, but she still hadn't moved. Her open legs gave us all one hell of a view, both of her drenched pussy, and the end of the butt plug so firmly buried in that delectable rear. Did I mention one hell of a view?

 

I watched Val for a few seconds, then decided to scan the table. As to be expected, the other guys were staring hard at Valencia. The only exception was Kelly. He was looking at me, with a small smile on his face.

 

BAM! I had a sudden epiphany. Ole quiet Kelly was really into this game. Big time. He really wanted to see just how far Val, and for that matter, Jennifer, would actually go. Then, once again surprising me, said “$1000?”

 

I didn’t’ hesitate a second, “two.”

 

Kelly nodded and said “done”.

 

We both grinned at each other. And the bet was on. So, which one of the girls would back down first? I knew…or thought I did. But then, I had put my money where my mouth was. So, I thought, should I tell Jennifer? Nawww, no need. It would be our surprise.

 

All of this byplay between Kelly and I had taken less than a minute. During that time, Val had started to bestir herself. Slowly, she kind of rolled over, offering yet another spectacular view of her charms from a different angle. She began to sit up, and as she did, a very sexy blush began to spread from her forehead all the way down to, seemingly, her ankles.

 

With no intentional sexiness, but plenty of really great sexiness, Val sat up, scooted to the edge of the table, moved to her chair, and firmly sat down. During this entire movement, not once did Val look at any of us. In fact, it was obvious she was avoiding looking at us.

 

And with a loud squeal, she promptly shot out of her chair and back to a standing position. Her mouth opened to say something then closed. She glanced around the table, glaring at each of us individually, daring us to say something, anything. This of course, being gentlemen (and cowards,) caused us to find something else to look at, as well as keeping our mouths shut. Val then proceeded to sit back in her chair, this time more slowly and carefully, making sure to adjust herself in her seat.

 

‘So, what would be next,’ I thought to myself. I was now sure that Jennifer would do anything I wished. More than sure, I had bet on it. I never bet unless it’s a sure thing. (There would be some exceptions to this rule in my adventures with Jennifer, but those would come later).

 

While pondering that thought, Kelly (having won the last hand, it was his deal) picked up the cards and began to shuffle them. As he did, his eyes were on Valencia, who, in turn, was staring intently at the table top.

 

I decided I wanted to win the next hand, and take this game to the next level. I had no idea what that was going to be, but I knew it would be something…different.

 

Also, in my mind, I was exploring my suddenly new relationship with Jennifer. So many thoughts were running through my mind, recent conversations with her. Past discussions we had had, and, frankly, some thought as to some of the innuendoes she had made, that I had sort of passed over at the time. Hints from Jenny about submission, slavery, pain, humiliation, most of which hints were very carefully couched in general conversations. However, they now gave me cause to reconsider them in an entirely new light.

 

Kelly finished shuffling and dealt the next hand. He called for a hand of Texas-Hold-Em. I don’t much like this version of poker, but it was his call. He dealt each of us two cards, then laid out three cards for the flop.

 

Ace of hearts, 2 of diamonds, and Jack of spades were turned over as the first of the community cards.

 

I looked in my hand and saw the Jack of diamonds and a 6. Looking around the table, I could see the other guys, and Val, intently studying their own hole cards. As dealer, Kelly bet first, and dropped $10 in the pot.

 

Val folded at once, but she was the only one to do so. For sure, all of the guys were going to stay in. For obvious reasons.

 

The next community card was the Jack of hearts. Now I had 3 of a kind and possible full house from two directions. A long possibility for someone to have a straight or Royal flush, but very unlikely.

 

The betting went round the table with almost $200 being dropped in the pot before everything was called. Time for the River (as in being sold down).

 

Kelly turned over the River card, King of hearts. No help for me, but with three Jacks, I had a pretty good hand. As I had made the last raise, the betting was up to me.

 

Without hesitating, I dropped $40 in the pot. Kelly called but didn’t raise. In fact, all the guys called, but there were no raises. I showed my 3 Jacks, which was the high hand. Kelly had a pair of 9’s. Mark had 4 cards to a flush. Steve had two pair, and Randy had nothing, he was low hand.

 

I had won, but had a quick thought, ‘be careful what you ask for, you may get it’. In other words, what would I do now? What could top the show we had just seen? Well, of course I had an idea!

 

Turning to Kelly I asked, “What other toys do you have in that box, buddy?” He didn’t hesitate for a second. Reaching over to the side table, Kelly picked up the box and gently dumped the contents on the poker table.

 

My, my! What a most interesting assortment. I would never have guessed that Kelly, of all people, would have so many interesting things. There was the usual assortment of vibrators, dildos, etc. Several of each type in fact. Also, to my amusement, there was a pair of handcuffs, a paddle about the size of a ping pong paddle, nipple clamps (hmmmm) and some wrist/ankle restraints with some kind of cord between them, even a riding crop. Some very interesting ideas quickly came to mind after viewing this assortment.

 

 

“So’, I thought to myself, ‘do I start right into deep water, or let things build a bit more?’ I moved some of the stuff around, trying to buy some time, glanced at Kelly then Val. Both seemed most interested in what I was going to do. Then the idea hit me.

 

“Girl, come out here please.” I said loudly.

 

Jennifer came striding through the door from the kitchen very quickly. Her body looked so good, her long red hair now hanging down off one shoulder. It was long enough to easily cover one breast, leaving the other bare. Her nipples where still very hard, Jenny really looked good.

 

I turned to Val, (still pretending Val was in charge) and asked her, “Would you instruct the lady to put these on please?” And handed Val the wrist/ankle cuff set.

 

Val looked puzzled for a moment but told Jenn to put on the cuffs. Jenny complied, with a bit of help from Valencia. Soon enough, that was done.

 

Jennifer’s reaction to the cuffs and rope was almost startling to me, in this night of startling things. Her nostrils flared, her eyes opened wider, and her already hard nipples once again could cut glass. She was extremely turned on!

 

“Now” says I, “each winner gets his choice of which of these items they can use on this slave.”

 

It was the first time I had used the word and I watched Jennifer closely for her reaction. Her head rose up and her eyes shone brightly, if just for a moment. Then she let her head drop down, as though in supplication. But I still saw the very small smile of…satisfaction or maybe pride, which she momentarily gave.

 

First I pulled out the paddle, “how about this, the winner gets to use this once on each of her butt cheeks,” then I pulled out the crop, “or this, once on each breast.”

 

I glanced at Jenn quickly, but really wanted to see Val’s reaction. Jenny’s face was hidden, but I noticed her posture straighten up a bit and her arms pulled back a bit. Hmmm.

 

Valencia, on the other hand, looked startled, then kind of resigned. To her fate, possibly? Maybe she was about to ‘resign’ her bet with Kelly.

 

A shake of Valencia’s head was followed by, “Yes, that will do nicely. Let’s see just what kind of slave we have here.”

 

She stared at Jennifer, looking for any reaction and seemed disappointed there wasn’t one. Then, Val hadn’t been looking at Jennifer when I had been, so missed the little telltale signs.

 

I glanced around the table. The facial expressions ran the gamut from surprise to expectation. Kelly especially looked happy about this turn of events. Interesting.

 

I had won, so now I got to deal. I called for five card draw, and folded almost as soon as I looked at my five card nothing. Valencia stayed in, drawing two cards. All of the guys stayed in, drawing from one to four cards. The betting wasn’t all that heavy, each player sure they were all going to stay in, and nobody wanting to hurt the others financially.

 

And so it was.

 

Valencia called the last raise, by Randy. Randy had two pair, queens and fours. As he had drawn four cards, I knew he filled that hand then. Valencia dropped her own cards, showing two pair also, but Jacks high. Randy had won, and you could almost feel Val’s disappointment.

 

Randy reached for the paddle, then kind of looked a bit embarrassed. He said to Val, “If she goes for this, then you have to also, correct?”

 

Val took a deep breath, then just shrugged her shoulders and nodded her head in the affirmative. Randy grinned.

 

“Slave’ Randy all but bellowed for Jennifer. It took her all of about two seconds to make her way from the kitchen to the table. Even with her chains of rope, she could move quickly. And oh did those ‘shackles’ look good on her.

 

The ones around her ankles had just enough play in them to allow her a good, though not real long, stride. The ones on her wrists were very long. So long in fact that Valencia had placed the rope chain so that Jennifer’s chains actually ran behind her back. She still had considerable play in front. Enough to allow her arms significant freedom.

 

“You called, Sir?” She stood with her hands behind her back, as though protecting her very nicely shaped bare ass. Her head was down, letting her hair flow over her chest. Sexy.

 

“Bend over the table, and grab the edge tightly, slave.” Randy, getting into the spirit of things, ordered Jenny.

 

Jennifer said nothing; she simply complied with her order. The sham of who was actually in charge of her was coming apart, and guess who was making it that way? Jennifer. She didn’t even look to Val (or me) for agreement with the order. Jennifer bent over the table and grabbed the edges as far apart as her arms would reach.

 

Whack! The first swing by Randy happened so fast that none of us, excepting perhaps Jennifer, was ready for it. We all jumped a bit, but quickly recovered. Just in time.

 

Whack! Jennifer’s other butt cheek was swatted with the paddle. In reality, though loud, the swats hadn’t been all that hard. Not that anyone there, other than Val, realized it.

 

“You may stand up now, slave.” Randy ordered. He then turned to Val, and without a word, simply pointed at the table.

 

To her credit, Valencia didn’t hesitate for a moment. She simply stood up, stretched out over the table, and grabbed hold of the edge. Oh those large breasts of hers made one hell of a sight as they spread over the green felt.

 

Randy walked around to get behind Val and then suddenly, Whack, Whack, two swats were quickly administered to Val’s very lovely tush.

 

Randy tossed the paddle back onto the side table and sat back down. He picked up the deck and started to shuffle.

 

Valencia sat back down as well, though more slowly than had Randy. Jennifer just turned around and walked back into the kitchen. Her firm butt cheeks were a soft red from where the paddle had hit her.

 

Randy dealt. Betting was pretty hot this round, as the guys really wanted to get in on the ‘fun’. I had a nothing hand, drew four and improved to almost nothing. In the event, Valencia won. Which posed the question…?

 

“Hey” Mark spoke up after seeing Val’s winning hand, “if she wins, and she is supposed to do what the slave does, who gets to spank her?”

 

Very good question, I thought. And just as quickly had my answer.

 

“The slave, of course.” Dead silence. Then after a moment or two, nods of agreement from everyone. Well, almost everyone. Val wasn’t really enthused about the idea.

 

“I don’t know” Valencia began a weak protest. But Kelly sealed her fate.

 

“Who else, Val? I mean, fair is fair and that was the deal.” To which Val had no ready answer. She nodded and called for Jennifer.

 

Jenny walked out of the kitchen carrying a plate of something or other she had made. She looked expectantly around the table, obviously wondering who had won, and what was going to happen to her.

 

“Come over here slave” Val pointed to a spot close to her. Obediently, Jennifer complied.

 

Carefully, Valencia turned Jennifer to face the table. Then Val forced Jenn’s arms back to fully expose those remarkable breasts to our view. And Val’s machinations.

 

Slowly, Valencia reached and picked up the riding crop, while watching Jennifer’s reaction. Seeing none, Val seemed somewhat disappointed, but moved to where she would have some leverage. With crop in hand, Val carefully gauged the distance the crop would travel to reach Jenn’s breasts.

 

“You know what’s going to happen, slave?”

 

“I think so miss, yes”

 

Without another word, Val lashed out with the riding crop, striking Jennifer directly across her left nipple with the little whip end of the crop. Not hesitating for a second, Val lashed out once again, this time whipping Jenny’s right nipple. The sound was loud, but didn’t, to me anyway, seem all that hard. I may have been mistaken.

 

Jennifer accepted the first with barely a whimper. The second lash, however, brought forth a sound of pain, and maybe…pleasure too. Hard to tell. In any event, both Jennifer’s breasts were turning red where she had been struck.

 

Taking in a deep breath, Jennifer asked if that was all. Slowly, Valencia lowered the crop to the table and dropped it. She said nothing in answer to Jenn’s question.

 

Mark, however, was not quite as quiet. “No, slave, it’s not all.”

 

To which Jenn looked at Mark with just a touch of fear in her eyes. Or so I thought.

 

“No, now it’s your turn. As Val has to do what you do, or have done, you get to do it to her. Pick up the crop and by all means, administer to Val, as she did to you.”

 

Lawyers love to hear themselves talk.

 

Jennifer’s surprise was clear. So was her pleasure. Without a word she picked up the crop and as fast as possible, without even looking at Val, lashed the heavy breasted woman across her right breast. Not pausing, Jennifer then lashed Val’s left breast.

 

Valencia inhaled deeply after the first strike, then blew the air out as the second lash landed to soon after the first. Red welts rose quickly over both her mounds.

 

Dropping the crop, Jenn asked, “anything else sirs, miss?”

 

A concerted shaking of the heads confirmed Jennifer’s dismissal. Slowly, enjoying the guys watching her exit, Jennifer headed back into the kitchen.

 

I had watched Val, though, during all of this. She had been hurt, not damaged, but certainly given pain. It showed in her eyes, and the way she quickly rubbed the pain away from her nipples. Also, I could tell she was plotting her revenge by the look in her eyes as she watched Jennifer head back to the kitchen.

 

All was quiet for a few moments, and all eyes had turned to Val to get her reaction. Valencia simply sat down, and started to shuffle the cards. But I could almost see the wheels turning in her head. Somehow, she seemed to sense that Jenny had a higher pain threshold (Very true. Just how high I would push as time passed) than she herself did. And I could almost hear her conversation with herself as she decided what her next course of action was to be. Obviously this one she was bound to lose, as just the escalation in pain would cause her to surrender, eventually. Val’s eyes never left the door to the kitchen as she shuffled, and her mind really was the proverbial open book during that time.

 

Then before starting to deal, Valencia paused, as though a sudden thought had entered her mind.

 

‘Uhoh’ Thought I. Here it comes.

 

It did.

 

“I was just had a thought” says Valencia innocently. “Why not change the stakes a bit?”

 

Kelly spoke up, “exactly what are you thinking, Val?”

 

“Well, I really want to win my bet with you. And I think I know how to get this little ‘slave’ to back off.”

 

“Oh, what do you have in mind?” Kelly was asking for all of us really. But especially for him and me.

 

A sidelong glance from Val towards me told me this was really really going to be off the wall. As did her small, almost vicious, smile.

 

“How about this for an idea. You guys are undoubtedly somewhat horny by now.”

 

Wow, a flair for the dramatic, and the understatement all rolled into one sentence. Of course we were!

 

 “From now own, she has to masturbate the winner for the time it takes to shuffle and get the next hand dealt.”

 

Again, you could have heard the proverbial pin drop! In fact, you could hear mouths drop. Several of them, and all at the same time. Not mine, though. Nor Kelly’s, interestingly enough.

 

Smiling sweetly, Valencia looked around the table at each of us. She was daring me, though, to stop the plan right now. Did I mention we were playing poker? And the stakes had just gone into the ‘high stakes’ range. So what does one do? If he has a very good hand; he raises.

 

“I have a somewhat similar though better idea, Valencia.” I said smoothly and with little noticeable quiver in my voice.

 

Val looked at me, some of her sweetness turning to wariness.

 

“How about the winner gets, oh, say, 30 seconds of head, then masturbated to completion. With the…residue so to speak…aimed at the breasts of the recipient.”

 

I have to give her credit, she didn’t flinch. Much.

 

A slight intake of breath, then, a raise from her. “45 seconds seems more fair.”

 

Call!

 

“Sure, 45 seconds sounds good to me. But Val, what about you? If the winner gets, umm, done shall we say, what are you going to do about that? I mean, you have to do what the slave does and obviously it isn’t going to be to the winner. Sooo?”

 

“Uhhh, well if the slave performs, then I will do the same for the second highest hand. Will that suffice?”

 

I looked around the table questioningly, got silent, smiling nods of approval. Even, now not surprising me, from Kelly. Though Val was surprised Kelly didn’t say anything.

 

Oh, Mercy. What had I gotten Jennifer into now? Would she play this game? I thought…yes. But I didn’t really know for sure. Hoped yes, but didn’t know.

 

With some not so obvious trepidation, Valencia finished shuffling and began to deal. Her call was for Texas Hold ‘Em and she dealt the down cards quickly.

 

I had a ten high nothing. After a round of small bets (nobody was going to fold, except maybe Val. I wondered if she WANTED to win the hand. That would prove…interesting.

 

Val dealt out three cards for the flop, a pair of sixes and a queen. I still had nothing but my ten high (everyone had the sixes and queen, my ten looked small).

 

Another round of small bets, and the Turn was dealt by Val. Figures, A ten. Now, next to nothing had become a decent two pair, with a fair kicker. Sometimes, I do love the game.

 

A larger round of bets this time, and this time, Val did fold. I wondered about that and wondered if she had a bad hand, or merely wanted to wait to see if Jennifer would beg off.

 

In any event, the River card, an ace, improved my two pair with a good kicker.

 

Another round of bets increased the pot to almost $300. A very good pot. But, judging by Kelly’s three raises this round, he had me beat and most probably, everyone else as well.

 

I was right. Kelly had a pair of Queens in the hole to give him a solid full house. There were a lot of small complaints and grumbling about Kelly having won from Valencia dealing.

 

Then Mark turned over a third six, giving him three of a kind, and the second highest hand. Now everyone knew that Val had dealt straight. Not that they really believed otherwise, just normal ‘I didn’t win” grumbling. Sure it was.

 

Val swallowed hard, glanced at Kelly and called for Jennifer.

 

Jennifer walked back into the room yet again. (I wondered if she were wearing out the carpet) She walked over to stand next to Valencia as though waiting for orders.  And orders she certainly got, though not with the forcefulness I think she was expecting.

 

In a soft, almost meek voice, Valencia explained what it was Jennifer was expected to do. You could almost hear in Val’s voice, the hope that Jennifer would say enough as Val said, “Slave, Kelly is the winner of this hand. You are expected to do the following.” She looked directly at Jennifer now, her eyes all but boring into my Lady. “For the next 45 seconds you will’ Val paused dramatically, letting the tension build, “suck Kelly’s cock. Then, after 45 seconds, you will masturbate him until he cums on your breasts.”

 

Having hurried this last part, Val now sat back in her chair to watch Jennifer’s face for reaction. She got one all right, but I sincerely doubt it was the reaction Val wanted.

 

Jennifer smiled softly, nodded her head, walked to Kelly’s chair and dropped to her knees next to him. Without looking at Kelly, or anyone else, Jennifer concentrated on Kelly’s belt, and then his pants button and finally his zipper. Carefully she reached one hand inside his boxers and slowly pulled his almost hard cock out. With no hesitation whatsoever, Jennifer, my Lady, to be my wife, began to lick the head of my best friends cock. Then, and only then, did she look into Kelly’s eyes. As she did, her mouth engulfed his now fully erect dick into her mouth and went down on him to the base.

 

Not an eye at the table was aimed anywhere but at the tableau happening by Kelly’s chair. Including, especially, Valencia’s eyes. And excepting my eyes. I, somehow, had the presence of mind to look at my watch just as Jennifer ran her tongue across Kelly’s cockhead the first time.

 

I looked back at my Lady just as she engulfed Kelly’s cock to his pelvic bone. Oh how well I knew she did that. And what she was doing with her tongue while she did it. Looking at her, watching her suck him, was a huge turn on for me. Much larger than I would have thought possible.

 

I glanced at my watch; saw only 20 seconds had passed, then looked at Valencia. Mercy was she wide eyed. And somewhat frightened eyed at the same time. I thought she might look over at me, but she never took her eyes off Jennifer as Jenny sucked on Kelly’s cock. Her tongue bathed Kelly’s cock from head to end, almost wrapping around his hard on with each lick. She teased the underside of the head, and then poked at the tip with the tip of her tongue. Wow.

 

Another quick glance at my watch and I had to yell, “Time”.

 

With great reluctance, Jennifer pulled back off Kelly’s turgid cock. He let out a groan of his own to show his dissatisfaction. But only for a moment, as Jennifer’s hand replaced (not as well, I know) her mouth. Slowly at first, and then more rapidly, Jennifer began to stroke Kelly. Up and down, quicker and quicker. And though it wasn’t in the game plan, her free hand reached out to cup Kelly’s balls. As she stroked him, she also squeezed him, though gently.

 

Watching Jenny work Kelly’s cock and balls was…amazing! The look in her eyes while she did it was as big a turn on as seeing her suck and jack that strange cock. As she paused a moment to lick the head, my own cock twitched, in anticipation of later I supposed. Or in empathy of what Kelly was feeling. Or both.

 

It didn’t take all that much longer. Within another minute or so (not that I had bothered to time this part) Kelly began to shake and his hips started to pump in time with Jennifer’s hand. Kelly’s eyes closed, and suddenly Jenn moved his cock, still pumping it, towards her breasts. Within another few seconds, the first burst of Kelly’s cum had shot out, hitting exactly between Jennifer’s breasts. The second spurt caught above her left nipple and directly on it. The third and fourth, Jennifer aimed his cock towards her other breast. Soon enough, Kelly was empty. Ropes of cum covered Jennifer’s tits, and slowly rolled their way down them. A tiny bit hung from a nipple, waiting to drip off or fall, somewhere.

 

Jennifer smiled seductively at Kelly, then stood up. Slowly, looking directly at him, Jenn spread his cum all over her breasts and nipples rubbing into her skin as though it was skin cream. Once finished with that, she brought her hand up to her mouth and cleaned the last of his cum off her hand with tongue.

 

Then, smiling, Jennifer looked directly at Valencia and said simply, “Your turn.”

 

Oh, yeah, it was Valencia’s turn. ‘Pay up or fold, Val,’ I thought to myself. Your bluff has just been called and raised. Now let’s see what you can do.

 

She really had no choice. Not as I saw it anyway. Nor as Kelly saw it, because satiated though he momentarily was, he watched Val with a small smile on his face. And Mark had a grin on his face.

 

Valencia turned towards Mark and sort of shyly smiled at him. She stood, moved next to him and, as had Jennifer, knelt down along side of him. Slowly, emulating Jennifer, she freed Marks cock from his clothing. Like Kelly, Mark’s cock was already mostly hard, and like Jennifer, Val wasted no time. Her tongue flicked out, catching Marks head right at the tip, then running all over and around the head of his cock.

 

Val placed her lips on his head, then slowly but steadily moved her mouth down over Marks now rigid appendage. He wasn’t as long as Kelly, but every bit as big around.  Slowly, Val moved her head down until her lips rested against Marks pelvic bone. And just as slowly, she moved back up his cock, licking it as she went.

 

Suddenly, loudly, a voice rang out, “time!” Kelly had been watching his own watch, as I had watched mine. It didn’t seem like 45 seconds to me, but as I hadn’t marked the time, I really couldn’t say. Maybe it was. Jennifer later told me it was.

 

Valencia rose off Marks cock making sure to wet it thoroughly with her tongue as she did so. Then her hand replaced her mouth, as she stroked Mark. Val had a different style than Jenn, just as effective though. As she pulled Marks cock up and down, she added a twist to her stroke that seemed to paralyze Mark in his chair. His breathing became more rapid until finally he exploded.

 

Anticipating Marks eruption, Valencia had already pointed his cock at her breasts. Each and every spurt found its mark somewhere on Val’s ample tits. And Mark seemed to have been needing release for some time, and his spurts seemed to go on and on. A thick white cum that seemed more like hair conditioner than cum. Still, by the time he was done, Val was already rubbing it into her gorgeous breast, and, as had Jennifer, Val cleaned off her hand with her own tongue.

 

Val turned to Jennifer and all but glared at her. As Jenny watched, a glow in her eyes, Valencia slowly, sexually, licked cum from her fingers, then sucked each clean. Once Val had finished, Jennifer simply turned and went back into the kitchen, waiting to be called forth for another escalation of the poker game.

 

(I found out later, in discussions with Jennifer, that she actually enjoyed going back into the kitchen. The anticipation of what might happen next, not knowing what to expect, nor who had won what from her, was a huge turn on for her).

 

Valencia sat back down in her seat. Kelly picked up the deck and started the next round. For some reason or other, Texas Hold Em had become the game of choice for the time being. That’s what Kelly called for, at any rate.

 

As the down cards were being dealt to us by Kelly, Val turned to me and just looked at me for quite a few seconds. Then, having said not one word, she picked up her cards and studied them.

 

I did the same, of course, as did all of us. I had no clue what was in Valencia’s mind at this point. But I would have bet almost anything that this was contemplating another increase in the stakes. At least as too what they were between her and Jennifer.

 

Looking at my cards, it was all I could do to keep from grinning. Pocket Aces. A hell of a good start. The betting was light, and I played along with that, calling the original $10 put up by Kelly. No one else raised, so Kelly got ready to lay out the three Flop cards.

 

“Wait, Kelly. Just for a second,” said Valencia. She looked at Kelly carefully, then turned to me and once again studied my face. Then she looked back at Kelly.

 

“The next winner gets a full blowjob from the slave”, Val announced. “And if I don’t win, so does the lowest hand that stays in the pot, from me.”

 

Now I was a tad frustrated. Not about the idea of Jennifer having to suck off one of the guys. But by the idea of having the lowest hand was high on my mind. And here I sat with pocket Aces and almost no chance of having the lowest hand. Damn! The thought of getting head from Valencia was…intriguing to say the least.

 

I nodded to Val in agreement to the terms, and Kelly said nothing. He gave his own assent by turning over the three flop cards. 7 8 9 of diamonds. No help for me, possible straight, flush, and straight flush. Betting was a little better this round, but still only cost me $30.

 

The Turn card was the 6 of diamonds. I had my pocket aces, both black, so had no possible anything with the community cards. But someone seemed to.

 

Randy jumped in with a $20 bet, quickly raised by Steve another $20. This was getting expensive. More so when Kelly raised another $10. The pot was really getting big now.

 

To my surprise, Valencia stayed in the pot as well, matching each raise but not increasing the bet. I did the same. My pocket aces didn’t look as good now.

 

The river card was the 4 of diamonds. Kelly was the last raise, and he dropped $10 which was quickly raised to $20 by Valencia. Steve raised Val’s bet by another $20, with Kelly, Mark and I all calling.

 

Valencia turned over a flush in diamonds; she had the ace I would have liked to have. But it wasn’t good enough. Kelly turned over the 5 of diamonds giving him a straight flush. And that didn’t win, as Steve, who had been mostly shut out all night, flipped over the 10 of diamonds. Mark had two pair, and I had only my pocket aces.

 

This meant that Steve had won, I had lost, and Valencia was going to have to quit, or blow me. Oh, and it meant Jennifer was going to have to quit or blow Steve. Ha. Like I didn’t know what was going to happen!

 

While Val just sat quietly, softly shaking her head and looking only at the cards on the table, Steve called Jennifer back to the table. Once again, she looked so good. This time, she had parted her hair to fall down both sides of her chest, sort of hiding her breasts. But as she walked, she kind of swayed, which caused her hair to move across her chest giving us little peeks of nipple now and then.

 

Jennifer crossed the room to stand by Valencia’s chair. She said nothing, just stood there, hands behind her back, waiting for her orders.

 

Val started to speak, stopped, gulped and then said to Jenny, “Steve won this hand. You are to suck him off completely, and swallow. Do you understand?” Val stared at Jennifer and seemed to be almost pleading with her to say no. Fat chance of that.

 

Jennifer said not one word. She turned, walked to Steve’s chair and took both his hands in hers. Gently Jen coaxed him to stand up, then she undid his belt, and in a quick motion, unsnapped his jeans and pulled them, and his shorts down to his ankles. As his already hard cock came into view, Jennifer grabbed it, without using her hands, in her mouth, gently though. Once his pants were all the way down, Jen softly pushed him until he sat back in his chair. She never took her mouth off his dick while she did that.

 

I don’t know about anyone else at the table, because I was watching My Lady, but I was so turned on it almost hurt.

 

Jennifer had flicked her long red hair so that it was down her back. She had placed herself, and Steve, in such a way that there was a good view of what she was doing.

 

Once reseated, Jen began to move her head up and down on Steve’s cock. It was long, but not of heroic length, fairly big around too. Jen didn’t even hesitate as she just kept moving her head, without as yet using her hands, on Steve’s cock. Down, about halfway, then back up to the tip, where she let her tongue dance over his head and under it, then back down again, her mouth wide.

 

With each downward movement, Jenny went a little bit further. After about 5 up and down trips, she slowly moved her head all the way down, until her mouth touched his pubic hair.

 

I was able, somehow, to look around the table. Everyone else, including, especially, Valencia, was watching Jennifer give Steve one Hell of a blow job. I turned my eyes back to watch some more, mesmerized by the scene I was watching.

 

Jennifer continued to work Staves cock with her mouth. Now, however, she had moved her hands, somewhat awkwardly as they were limited by her bonds, to his balls and were gently massaging them. Jen removed her mouth from Steve’s now very wet cock, oh so slowly, allowing a small ribbon of either saliva or precum, to stretch from his cockhead to her lips. Oh God!

 

Slowly, Jennifer traced a line from the tip of Staves cock to the base of it with her tongue. Carefully, she squeezed his ball sac with one hand then slowly licked around his balls. Around and around her tongue swirled on those balls, slow at first then faster, until with a quick motion she engulfed his balls completely into her mouth.

 

I knew what she was doing. She was creating a soft sucking sensation inside her mouth while at the same time running her tongue around and over his balls. While doing that, one hand had taken hold of Steve’s cock and was slowly moving up and down on it.

 

Staves groans of pleasure, soft for some time, now turned deep, and needy. Sensing the time, Jennifer carefully released Steve’s balls from her mouth. Looking up at him for the first time, Jenn once again engulfed his cock. In one quick move such sucked his entire member into her mouth all the way to the pubic hair. We could see her cheeks suck in as her mouth created what I knew was a fantastic sucking sensation and swirling of her tongue.

 

Steve let out a massive groan, almost a yell. Jennifer’s eyes never left his face as she sucked and jacked his cock. Her head now moved up and down more rapidly as she used her mouth to jack him off. Steve went rigid, let out a very load groan, and started to ejaculate in Jennifer’s mouth. His hips moved forward, trying to force more cock into Jenn's mouth, which was already full of his cock. All of us could see her throat work to swallow Steve’s load. Several times over, Jenn swallowed, and as yet she hadn’t made a sound.

 

After a few moments, Steve returned to earth. His body relaxed the grip his hands had on his chair softened. The hands didn’t let go completely, he still needed them for support. At last Steve opened his eyes and looked down at my Jennifer. She still had his cock in her mouth but now that he was watching, she slowly, oh so slowly, pulled her mouth off his still semi-hard cock. As she reached the head, Jenny’s tongue flicked out to lick a bit of cum from the tip of Staves cock. Then, she sat back on her heels, smiled softly, and opened her mouth to show Steve she still had a load of his cum in there. Jenn swallowed that white semi-liquid but her eyes never left Steve’s as she did so.

 

Finally, after what seemed like hours and hours, Jennifer stood and with bowed head, turned towards Valencia. In a voice so soft we all had to strain to hear, Jenn said to Val, “Your turn.” Then she just stood there waiting.

 

This was IT. The real moment of truth for Valencia. We all knew that she was going to have to make on Hell of a decision, and do it rather quickly. A million thoughts had to be going through her mind, I know, because they were going through mine.

 

Where would this end, if not now? What would be next? I, for one, had no doubt in my mind that there were only two ways this night could end.

 

One, with each of us doing whatever we wanted with each of the girls for the rest of the night. That possible ending became fully apparent to all there while watching Jennifer blow Steve. There was no doubt that Jennifer would do whatever she was told. And that, to stay in the game, so Valencia would have too as well. Anything. Everything.

 

The second possible ending was for Valencia to quit now. Stop, give up, fold her hand and lose the bet she had with Kelly.

 

All of us waited with great anticipation for Valencia’s decision. Val, for her part, was obviously nervous; you could see it in her body language, her face, and in her eyes.

Val looked around the table to each of the guys sitting there. One at a time, she met their eyes. When she got to me, she saw sympathy for her dilemma but no give, no free pass. Not from me. Not after what Jennifer had just done.

 

Val had saved Kelly for last. And I have no idea what she may have read from his face. It was the first time (and last) that I saw Kelly with an absolutely perfect ‘poker face’. He just looked back at Valencia, also awaiting her decision. No hint of helping her, no subtle nod, no little eye wink, nothing. He just watched her.

 

After several long, long moments, Valencia seemed to reach her decision. Her face firmed, she squared her shoulders, and her eyes glowed with finality.

 

She spoke, softly but with no hesitation. “Guys, I have decided……!

 

End!!!

 

 

Note: A sequel to this story “Sunday Funday” is nearly done.