Day 142 Thursday
The hours of sleep had left Denise groggy rather than energized. She struggled to get out of bed in order to perform her morning activities in the bathroom. When she had satisfied her body's morning needs, she climbed the stairs to get something to eat. She had just opened the door when Candy appeared in front of her. Handing her a glass of orange juice, Candy said, "Drink this. It will make you feel better."
"How'd you know that I was up?" Denise asked accepting the very large glass of juice.
Candy laughed and said, "I heard the toilet flush."
"Oh," Denise said. She took a sip of the orange juice.
Candy took Denise by the arm and led her to the backyard. Pointing to a chair, she said, "Why don't you wait here while I fix a little breakfast for you? I think a little time in the morning sun will do you some good."
"Thanks," Denise said feeling like she was some kind of patient.
"I'll be right back," Candy said returning to the house.
Denise sat back in the chair feeling the warm rays of the sun caressing her body. It felt good to just sit there. She looked down at her body noticing that the roll of fat that had been her ever present companion had turned into a bulge of fat. She wondered when that had happened. She was still wondering about that when Candy returned with a plate of silver dollar pancakes. Handing the plate over to Denise she said, "I just love silver dollar pancakes with powdered sugar. I roll them up and just eat them with my fingers."
"They look good," Denise said. She wondered how Candy managed to stay so slim when she seemed to eat so much.
"I hope you enjoy them," Candy said taking a seat on one of the patio chairs. She stretched and said, "God, I love the sun. My idea of heaven is a chair on a sandy beach somewhere and being surrounded by horny men and women who will fuck me on demand. Of course, there would have to be lots of music, dancing, food, and drink too. I can't live on sex alone."
"You really enjoy sex that much?" Denise asked. She took a bite out of a pancake and waited to hear the young woman's answer.
"There's nothing better. It is the only time I know of when you can selfishly receive pleasure and selflessly give pleasure simultaneously," Candy answered.
Denise looked over at Candy surprised by her answer. She'd never heard anyone describe sex in that manner. She'd heard women describe it as a wifely duty. She'd heard women libbers describe it as an act of degradation. She said, "Your whole life is focused around pleasure?"
"What else is there worth focusing on? Drudgery?"
Denise asked, "How about making some sort of positive contribution to the world?"
"I do that," Candy answered.
"How?"
Candy leaned over and said, "I'm not an educated woman. To be quite frank, I'm not very smart and barely got through high school. I'm not a brave woman. I faint at the sight of blood. I can't draw a picture to save my life. I can't write a story to entertain people. I can't do great things like you, Claire, or Dale. Claire says that you are a great writer and that you might write a great novel one day. Claire is a brilliant scientist and creates things that help people. Dale is a great businessman who provides a living for over a hundred people. All three of you do things that contribute to the world. I can't do any of those things.
"The one thing that I do know how to do is give pleasure. I can ease the burdens and stresses that more capable people feel so that they can achieve great things. There is no one better at it than me. My contribution to the world is that I make it possible for great people to achieve great things."
"Wow," Denise said. She had never thought of anyone viewing giving pleasure to others as their life calling. She was speechless. She wondered a bit about the novel suggestion since that was the first she had ever heard of it.
"I take a lot of pride in that," Candy said. She sat back in her chair and sighed. She looked over at Denise and asked, "Do you want to know what bothers me?"
"What?"
Candy said, "That there is only one woman like me in this world. I sometimes imagine how wonderful it would be if there were more women like me out there. Think of the great scientists working away in their labs. They need someone like me in their life. They need someone to come in while they are tired and need a little pleasure, but they don't have the time to find someone who doesn't want money or time from them. They'll never find me or anyone like me. Maybe with another person like me in their lives, they'd invent even greater things."
"They have wives," Denise said.
Nodding her head, Candy said, "A scientist would be very lucky to have a wife that came into the lab and eased his tensions, but most wives aren't like that."
"Maybe," Denise said.
Candy looked over at Denise and said, "Dale and Claire told me about the program that you are in. I think you might want to find a scientist for a husband. If I understand the program correctly, you'll be a good wife for a scientist."
"You think quite highly of scientists," Denise commented.
"I do. The thought of someone who is that smart just sends chills down my spine. Imagine being able to invent something or discover something new. I think I'd die of pleasure if I could do that," Candy said with a sigh.
"Oh," Denise said.
Candy said, "Getting back to the subject of finding you a husband, you're going to have to check out the men that Michelle has in her program. They are all very brilliant. She says they are nerds and social geeks until after she finishes with them. She turns shy geeks into successful driven men who know their way through the social swamp well enough to accomplish great things."
Thinking about Susan and Chuck, Denise realized that she had never really bothered to learn more about Chuck. She asked, "Why haven't you gone to Michelle?"
"I'm not ready to limit myself to one person yet," Candy answered with a catch in her voice. She turned away so that Denise couldn't see her face.
Denise noticed Candy give a tight little shrug. She asked, "What's the matter?"
"They wouldn't want me anyway. I'm too dumb," Candy said.
Surprising herself, Denise said, "Look at me."
"No."
"Come on, look at me," Denise said.
Slowly, Candy turned to face Denise. There were tears running down her cheeks. Denise said, "You aren't too dumb. I think that any of Michelle's men would be lucky to have you in their life. You are an important part of Claire's life and she's the smartest person I've ever met."
"Thank you, but I know the truth," Candy said. She stood up and ran into the house.
Denise rose to follow. She had just entered the house when there was a knock on the front door. Answering the door was always a problem. It wasn't a good idea for a naked woman to open the door for a stranger. She went over to it and looked through the peephole. Susan was standing at the door. Denise opened the door and said, "Susan! It is great to see you."
"Thanks," Susan said with a smile. After moving out and not hearing anything from Denise for several days, she had gotten worried and called Dale. He had explained about the project at work and how she was working nonstop to get it done on time. She said, "I heard about the project and that you finished it yesterday. I thought we could go shopping or something so I took the day off."
"That would be great. I'd love to see your new apartment, too," Denise said.
Susan entered the house and looked around. She asked, "Is Dale here?"
"No, he's at work," Denise answered with a smile.
"That's good. I was hoping that I wouldn't have to strip while waiting for you to get ready to leave," Denise said.
"I've got to take care of something before I get ready to go," Denise said thinking about Candy.
Shrugging her shoulders, Susan said, "Oh well. I might as well get naked. Rules are rules."
Denise laughed and said, "Rules are rules unless you are able to negotiate a way around them."
"I heard about that. Dale was not very happy," Susan said while removing her blouse.
Denise recalled how Dale had reacted to the deal that Claire had negotiated. It was true that he hadn't been very happy about it at the time. Of course, he seemed perfectly happy with it at the moment. She said, "He's happy enough. Candy is here taking care of his needs."
"Who is Candy?" Susan asked.
"She's one of the women that Dale's sister keeps."
"Michelle is keeping women now?" Susan asked puzzled. As far as she knew, Michelle had no interest in women. Chuck hadn't mentioned any women joining the household.
"His other sister, Claire," Denise answered.
"Oh," Susan answered. She didn't know too much about that sister. She did know that Dale's entire family had libidos that were almost supernatural.
"You might want to talk to Candy. She was telling me about the men that Michelle has in her program. She got upset because she feels that she is too stupid to attract one of them," Denise said.
"She's keeping Dale satisfied?" Susan asked knowing that was nearly an impossible task for one woman alone.
"More than satisfied," Denise answered giving her friend a look that suggested Candy was more than enough to keep Dale happy. She leaned over and said, "Twelve or more times a day."
"Hmm, I think I would enjoy talking to her," Susan said with a smile. It was hard to believe that Dale was able to perform that many times a day, but she'd never seen him unable to get an erection. His recovery time was less than 30 minutes and he was always ready to perform.
An hour later, Denise walked into Susan's apartment and looked around in amazement. Many of the items that had been in her old apartment were still there, but the entire place had a nicer more comfortable feeling. It was tasteful and functional. She said, "Wow, I like what you've done to the place."
"Well, Chuck and I have been decorating it together. He's got a pretty cultured taste for a man," Susan said.
"I'd say," Denise replied. She ran a hand over the soft couch that was facing the large screen television. She couldn't believe the size of the television.
Noticing that Denise was looking at the television, Susan said, "Chuck is really into electronic gadgets. He's going to turn our house into a smart house that is controlled by a computer. It has always been a dream of his."
"That will be interesting," Denise said with images floating in her mind of a rogue computer trying to kill off the occupants.
"When he talks about it you can't help but be drawn into his vision. He works in the area of artificial intelligence. I'm always amazed when he starts talking about what he can make a computer do," Susan said.
"You don't get bored?" Denise asked.
Susan laughed and said, "When I start getting bored, I stick his cock in my mouth. He loses all ability to talk at that point."
"I bet," Denise said shaking her head. She had the image of Candy roaming from one lab to another taking care of scientists by giving them blowjobs. She doubted that it would improve their creativity all that much.
"So how are things going for you?" Susan asked.
"I don't know," Denise answered. The previous day had been very confusing and she hadn't come to grips with the things she had done. Three orgasms in one day was a personal record and represented what she normally had in a year. Never had she experienced anything like what had happened in the whirlpool. She lowered her voice and said, "I've been having dreams."
"What kind of dreams?" Susan asked.
"Dirty dreams," Denise answered. She looked around as if to check that no one could overhear her and said, "I don't know what is wrong with me. It seems that every time I fall asleep I dream about people having sex. I wake up all nervous and everything."
"Really?" Susan asked surprised by the answer. She asked, "Are you horny?"
"I think so," Denise answered.
"You think so? You don't know?"
"I'm feeling things that I've never felt before," Denise admitted.
"Sounds to me like you are horny and your subconscious is telling you how to solve the problem," Susan said looking at her friend. She was almost five months into the program and was exhibiting a major change in attitude.
"I don't know how I feel about that," Denise said.
"Why?"
Denise looked down at the floor and answered, "I'm afraid that I'm going to turn into a slut. I'm already a whore."
"There's nothing wrong with discovering that you have a healthy desire for sex," Susan said. She looked at her friend realizing that there were very subtle changes in how she stood. Something had happened over the past three weeks that had changed her. A huge part of the sullenness that had defined Denise was gone. It had been replaced by a hungry nervousness.
"I'm not sure that it is a healthy desire. My dreams have really been ... wild," Denise said.
"I wouldn't worry about it," Susan said. Knowing Denise, she was confident that what Denise thought was wild was actually pretty tame. Of course, she wasn't aware of what Denise had been watching over the previous three weeks.
Denise looked over at Susan recalling the dream that she had the previous night. She licked her lips and then shook her head trying to get free of the image. She said, "Show me the rest of your apartment."
"Well, this is the living room," Susan said pointing to the room. She turned around and said, "That is the dining area. The kitchen is right next to the dining area."
Denise followed the woman around the small two bedroom apartment. The bedroom was nicely furnished with a feminine feel to it. The other bedroom was furnished as a study. There was already a bookshelf filled with technical books. Denise said, "I take it those books belong to Chuck."
"Yes. He was so excited about being able to get them out of storage. It seems that Michelle doesn't allow her men to bring any technical materials into her house," Susan said with a smile. Michelle wanted the men in her house to focus on keeping her happy. In exchange, she taught them how to deal with women.
"Ah," Denise said.
Susan said, "That's the apartment. I know it is kind of small, but we only plan on staying here for a few months."
"When does Chuck finish his program with Michelle?" Denise asked.
"One week," Susan answered. She looked in the direction of the bedroom and said, "I can't wait for him to move in. I don't think we'll leave the bedroom for a week."
Denise smiled and, in a teasing voice, said, "I'll drop by and rescue you from his clutches."
"Please don't," Susan said. It took her a second to realize that Denise was teasing her. She laughed and said, "I'll give you a call after a couple of months when it will be safe to come over."
"Sure," Denise said.
They left the apartment and headed to the mall. Denise followed Susan around as her friend selected outfits that were far sexier than anything Denise would have picked out for herself. They were in the area of the store relegated to the larger sized women. After looking around, Susan said, "Let's see what they have in the other part of the store."
"Don't be ridiculous," Denise said. She didn't need to experience the humiliation of seeing herself in clothes that were too tight and made her look even fatter.
"There's a lot of overlap between the sizes," Susan said pulling Denise along by the arm.
"No," Denise said putting up token resistance.
Susan managed to get Denise into the part of the store where normal sizes were sold. A nice black and white dress caught her eye and she stopped in front of the rack. After examining the clothes for a second, she grabbed the largest size and said, "Look at this dress. It is you."
"It is too small," Denise said.
"Try it on," Susan said shoving the dress into Denise's hands.
Unwilling to let the dress fall to the floor, Denise grabbed it. Before she knew what was going on, Susan had shoved her in the direction of the changing room. Knowing that she'd never be able to talk Susan out of it, she went into the changing room. A minute later she stared in the mirror and broke out in tears.
Hearing sobs coming from the changing room, Susan called out, "Are you okay in there?"
"Yes," Denise sobbed.
Convinced otherwise, Susan asked, "What's wrong?"
"The dress is too big," Denise answered.
Someone who had not gone through that kind of experience probably would have laughed. Susan understood what Denise was feeling. In a soft voice, she said, "I'll get a smaller one."
"Okay," Denise said still crying.
Susan went over to the rack to get a smaller size. She paused and looked back at the changing room. She remembered the day she bought her first dress out of the normal size section of the store. She had broken down in tears that day. There was something about leaving the whale sale section of the store behind that touched something deep inside her. She took the next smaller size dress off the rack and carried it back to the changing room.
Inside, Denise changed into the smaller dress. The lines of the dress were nice. All in all, it was a very lovely dress. It showed off a very nice cleavage. The dress hugged her curves without making her look fat. She was still a big woman, but she didn't look like a fat woman. The term that came to mind was curvaceous. She found it hard to see as tears continued to stream from her eyes. She opened the door and gestured Susan to come closer. Worried, she looked around before she asked, "How does the dress look?"
"Who cares how it looks? You look great it in," Susan answered with a big smile.
Denise sniffled and said, "Thanks."
"I think that we found your dress," Susan said.
"I think so," Denise said. She wiped her eyes suddenly embarrassed at having cried.
Susan hugged her and said, "I felt the same way the first time I bought a dress in the regular women's section. I cried and cried. Don't worry about it."
"It's just that I haven't bought anything in this part of the store in years," Denise said.
"I know," Susan said. She stepped back and examined Denise. Grinning, she said, "You look hot in that dress."
"It does look good," Denise admitted. She went over to the dreaded three sided mirror and looked at the dress. It did make her look good.
"On that note, let's buy the dress and go out for lunch to celebrate," Susan said.
"That's a great idea," Denise said.
An hour later the two women were in a small café eating lunch. Denise had a nice salad with very little dressing. Susan was eating a wrap. Neither woman had ordered based on calories, but based on what they felt like eating. Susan said, "So tell me about Dale's sister."
"Claire?"
"Yes."
"I guess there are two sides to her that really struck me. She's a very smart woman. I don't mean clever smart, but brainy smart. I'll tell the truth, she's so smart that it is intimidating," Denise said.
"What's the other side?"
"She's a lesbian with a sex drive as strong as Dale's. She thinks, talks, and does sex every minute of the day," Denise answered.
"She's got a high sex drive, huh?"
Denise laughed and said, "High doesn't even begin to describe it. She had porno movies playing the whole time we were working. She played videos for eighteen hours a day for twenty one days straight without showing a single one twice."
"Wow."
"She had women coming over to the office who did her while I was still in the room. Four times a day, if you can believe that," Denise said shaking her head.
"She's as bad as Dale," Susan said.
"Do you know what it is like to work in a room surrounded by sex all day long?"
"No."
Denise was quiet for a minute and then said, "It is seductive."
"What do you mean?"
Denise said, "I would find myself looking over at the video wondering what it felt like to do those things. I know that sounds stupid. Even though I've done a lot of them, I wasn't really doing them. Does that make sense?"
"Yes, it does," Susan said. She was quiet for a minute and then said, "I told you that one day I was about to suck Dale's cock and stopped to really look at it. All of a sudden, the way I was seeing it changed. The head had changed from this weapon that battered the back of my throat to something remarkable. It was soft and smooth. The long shaft was hard with veins that stood out. I was fascinated by its appearance.
"It was attached to a man who felt everything that I did to it. I realized that it was one of the most sensitive parts of his body. I could crush it and he'd be crippled for life. I could make love to it and he'd reach heaven. It was a rather scary thought. I'd never thought about how much power I had over him until that moment.
"I sat there for a minute thinking about what I was about to do. The thought of breaking his cock flashed through my mind. Looking at it though, I just couldn't see myself doing something so horrible to something so amazing.
"I made love to it. I kissed it. I sucked it. I did whatever I could to make it pleasurable. To tell the truth, I lost all track of time. When Dale came, it surprised me. I swallowed it all while still working over the head. I kept it in my mouth sucking lightly on it as it slowly wilted."
"Wow," Denise said.
"The weird thing is that I enjoyed every minute of it. I thrilled each time he moaned knowing that I was the cause of it. I felt powerful each time I brought him to the edge and then backed off causing him to groan in frustration. I played him like a violin and the sounds he made were music to my ears," Susan said.
Denise was quiet and then asked, "What happened once it was over?"
"Dale took off the towel that was covering my head and told me that I was no longer a fat woman," Susan answered.
"I don't understand," Denise said with a puzzled expression on her face. Susan's weight couldn't have changed before and after the sex act. If she had been thin enough to stop being a fat woman, Dale wouldn't have put the towel over her head. She looked at Susan and asked, "Does that mean that our weight affects how we have sex?"
Susan shook her head and said, "It isn't our weight. It is our attitude towards our weight that makes us fat. Fat women have a bad attitude and that affects how they have sex."
"So you're saying that it isn't weight," Denise said.
"I'm saying that the difference between a woman and a fat woman is a matter of attitude. As long as a woman thinks and acts as if she's a fat woman, she'll never be good in bed," Susan said.
Denise shook her head and asked, "Why are you telling me this now?"
"Because I think that you are no longer a fat woman," Susan answered. Seeing the shocked expression on Denise's face, she nodded her head to reinforce her words.