"That nice old man you two were flashing was Judge Hawthorne, of the State Supreme Court, and his wife," I explained to my two girls as we drove away. "He was a partner in the law firm with my father before his appointment to the bench. I, uh, dated their daughter for a long time when we were in college. Our families are close, or at least they were, until today."
"And you didn't even introduce me! Aren't I your fiancé? Are you ashamed of me already?" Sally asked, astonished.
I stopped the car and pulled off to the side of the road. They had switched seats, with Sally sitting in the back.
"Well, I have never been more proud of you," I said. "It's just that, well, their daughter is kind of possessive and still thinks of me as her property sort of, and they were expecting her to arrive at the restaurant at any moment. Her mother supports her daughter fully in that fantasy, too, by the way. And you know how it is with mothers and daughters, right?"
"You mean if we had stayed, I could have met a piece of your past?" teased Sally.
"She was never a 'piece' of my past. I was a 'piece' to her, like a trophy or furniture. And no, I never got a 'piece' from her. First she played hard to get, then hard to lose," I remembered ruefully.
"So, that old broad didn't look too spry. Whatsa matta, don'cha think we could take 'em?" said Janey.
"Believe me, I would almost pay money to see you two tangle with those two," I laughed. "WWF would lose rating points that night. Seriously, when you do meet them properly, and you will, don't turn your back on them if you're near the serving line; there are too many knives lying around. And always stay close to at least two witnesses."
Janey's eyes were as big as saucers as she followed this conversation. At least she didn't think I was joking.
I made a mental note to schedule a lunch with ol' Thorny for the next week. He'd already gotten a good rise out of this story. I'd just fill in a few blanks, beginning with Janey's attack, to help him smooth it out at home. He understood daughters. He just had no idea how to control his own.
Following breakfast we headed to a much larger city about an hour away, but again it was in the wrong direction from the stadium. Sally and Janey were back to behaving like perfect brats. If not clean, at least it was a lot of fun. Comments about "taking the long way," "are we there yet?," "is this the right road," "is this an away game?," 'and "I have to stop and go potty" came out of the passenger and rear seats with increasing frequency the farther we got from the night's destination.
Both girls quieted down, however, as I pulled into the parking area of a very exclusive section of the city. Both of them knew exactly where we were. It was a shoppers' paradise, a ten-square block area of downtown filled with boutiques and specialty shops. Both had hinted strongly over the last year or so that this was 'the' place they would really like to visit, e.g. to spend my money. What they didn't know was that I had put this whole area together personally, and knew all of the shop owners very well. The owners were not just owners, but skilled craftsmen.
This exclusive area was known as 'The Guild' and that is exactly what it was: A throwback to the times when the guild craftsmen established the acceptable levels of workmanship and art, not Wal-Mart or K-Mart shoppers. It had been hugely successful, even to the point of being frequently and occasionally fairly well imitated in other cities. The waiting list to get into my shops was long and getting longer. The quality of the work done here was becoming world renowned as the standard to meet. The prices of the pieces crafted here were understandably and justifiably exorbitant, and best of all, it made huge returns for my real-estate investment and management company. And, of course, me.
I had been awarded a sizable stake in the project based on its success, and I had received additional incentives as I continued to manage it to greater heights - and profits. My share had grown to a small fortune over the last 5 years. It wasn't all paper profit, either. I made sure I got cash flow out of it. Today I was going to start plowing a pretty sizable chunk of that cash back into the shops, but if what I had planned worked out, it would be well worth it.
For the next several hours, we wandered up and down the narrow cobblestone streets, apparently just shopping. We were actually on a very organized schedule. Sally began to suspect something after about the third shop I specifically guided them into.
The routine was the same in each shop. As we entered, the artist or shopkeeper would welcome me warmly by name, making the effort to come out and greet me with unrehearsed enthusiasm. The other customers, if any, would be gently, but quickly, ushered out, and a "Private Showing, Please Return in One Hour" sign set in the window. Shades were drawn to shut out the curious passersby, and then both girls would be measured in a manner appropriate to the craft of the artisan. The persons measuring them would always be women, never men, though there were a couple of women whose orientation I wasn't sure about. Sally made sure Janey was never left alone with those two clerks.
In the boot-maker's shop they had two plaster castings made of their legs and lower torso, one with their toes pointed straight down, the other standing normally. At the dressmaker's shop, a whole body cast was made of each of my girls. Similarly, at the foundation shop, another cast was made, but of only the torso and upper thighs. For each cast, some or usually all of their minimal clothing would be removed, they would be powdered, placed in molds, the quick-dry plaster poured and dried. Afterwards, they would be offered a shower, refreshment, and then efficiently ushered back to the waiting room or back office where I would be talking to the owner.
We were right on schedule as we turned into the third to the last shop on my agenda for the day. These last three stops would be tricky. I pulled Sally to the side.
"I need to speak with Janey for a moment. Will you please cooperate and not have as much fun as you have been having so far today? It is important," I told her seriously.
Her eyes danced as she considered her answer. With a nod of her head, she reached up and kissed me on the cheek.
"You're in charge today, remember that Stud? All you have to do is ask. I will do whatever you say," she told me lightly.
I could hear the devil in her voice. Then she got serious and her voice got tight.
"I do love you, you know. I don't know exactly what you're trying to do, but I am having a hell of a lot more fun than I thought I would. Best damn ball game I've ever been to. Hint, hint?" she pleaded.
"Oh, we'll get there, all in good time. Now, please send your lovely daughter over here so I can speak with her," I told her.
I paused, still holding her close to me.
"I love you, too, Sal, more than life. Cross your fingers that what I have planned works out."
I think that last part shook her a bit. One thing, I only called her 'Sal' when I get dead serious. It was the kind of signal that develops between two people when they get close. My signal told her I was scared and on unfamiliar ground. I wasn't at all sure of the rules of this game or of their reactions to what I had planned. I hoped beyond hope I had not miscalculated the course of the day's events or the roles I had them playing.
It was a game, we all knew it. I knew Sally was having fun. Hell, she needed the stress relief almost more than Janey did. Still, I felt she was over-playing it just a bit. I hoped she would tone it down, or I would be molesting them both inside the hour. I'm not made of stone, and while Sally wouldn't have minded, it would have defeated the whole point of the exercise with Janey.
Sally brought Janey over to me in front of a men's clothing storefront. The girl's bouncing step told me Sally had not said anything to dampen her daughter's behavior. Her nipples peeked up at me, flashing in and out of cover as she came to a stop before me. God, how much longer ... Sally started to move away.
"No, Sally, you can stay and listen, if you want. I won't be giving away any secrets," I told her.
I grinned at her, and she made an impish face back, getting back into her role for the day. Good.
"Janey, I need you to be serious for a moment and listen carefully. We have had a lot of fun today, and there is more to come, I promise, regardless of what happens now. I know I said I was in charge today, and you and your Mom have given me more credit for being responsible than I deserve. But I can't make the next two choices for you. I'm sorry to have to do this today, in the middle of the fun, but I couldn't avoid it," I said ambiguously.
I paused, and not for effect. This was touchy ground. Well, best said straight out, right?
"The next two stores have to do with blatantly sexual items..."
Sally's eyes widened. We were standing across the street from a Tack Shop. Her grin made my heart stop, then take off like a rocket. She had just figured out what all the fittings were for in the shops prior to this one. She was pleased, no, she was hot to trot. Boy, would I get lucky tonight! When I continued, her expression changed from adoration to mortification.
" ... that your Mom and I may make use of in the future. I can't ask you to come in, and I can't make you stay out. If you come in with us, you will be measured, probably by a man, same as your Mom. If you stay outside, I have arranged for you to be some place safe while your Mom and I are inside. The measurements will be extremely personal and a bit uncomfortable. Do you understand? Do you have any questions?" I asked her.
She was thoughtful for a moment. Like her mom, her ditzy act was just that. She was fully aware of what she was doing.
"If I go in and get measured, does it commit me to do anything in the future?" she asked me.
"No. I would never force you to do anything you don't want to. That's why I'm asking you this," I explained to her patiently.
"If I stay out here, can I still play the ditzy blonde babe?" she asked.
"Actually, I have arranged for you to tour the nun's cloister, just around the corner. Only women are allowed in. I don't think it would be appropriate for you to behave in an unseemly way. Do you?" I asked her in a kidding tone.
"Nah. What's the next store after this? Can I skip this one and go to the next. I'm not really into horses and all that bestiality crap. That's more her thing," she jabbed at her mother.
Sally just about choked on her wad of gum at that. Apparently, they were after each other's goats as well as mine.
"Sorry, it's a take both or leave both offer," I said.
"Do you want me to go in?" she asked me.
This last was said in a small voice, while desperately searching my eyes for an answer. I leaned over and kissed her on the forehead. She hated that. Now, there was no shrinking away from my lips as I spoke so low only she could here.
"Janey, I only want you to be happy..."
I looked across at Sally, who was waiting intently for Janey's decision. She knew it was one she could not help her with.
" ... just like I want your Mom to be happy," I told her honestly.
Janey looked at her mother, and I guess they linked or something. They both held out their hands to me and we went in to the Tack Shop together. Me and two very excited cock-teasing nymphettes.
They settled down quickly once we entered the store. I swear Sally had an orgasm from just smelling the aroma of leather that swept over us as we went through the display area. She stopped stock still, then moved as if in a dream over to a display of a riding saddle and some bridles. Equestrian, not human. She let the sensuous leather of the saddle brush across the exposed lower sides of her breasts as she rubbed them back and forth. Her hands first touched and then wound themselves around in the soft caresses of the bridles hanging down from the high ceiling. Almost at once, she was lost in another world.
Janey watched her mother then turned to look at me with death in her eyes. She had seen this before, had gone through this with her once before. It had not been particularly pleasant for her, either. I could understand her building rage.
"I am not Gary," I told her forcefully. "I will not hurt her or expose her to shame. I promise you that, Janey."
I could not say anything else. I think she sensed my hesitation with this bondage stuff that I was being pulled into it by her mother's tremendous needs and desires, not the other way around. She also sensed her mother's intense need for this, as well. And I think she was also a bit curious about what attracted her mother into it. She was, after all, her mother's daughter.
The fire I her eyes receded, leaving a bright twinkle. We understood each other. Kind of.
The owner, a rather young man in his twenties, came over and greeted me, as had the other shopkeepers. As there were no other customers, he simply locked the door and lowered the "Closed" sign. Turning, he held up two fingers with a questioning look.
I nodded.
He looked at Janey and blushed deeply. I hoped he could get through this with his dignity intact. I had warned him of her beauty, both their beauty, but he was younger, closer to Janey's age. To him, she wasn't as far off limits.
Due to the types of measurements he would need to make, he could not use a clerk. The person had to know the craft. He didn't have a clerk experienced enough, anyway. His only helper, an apprentice of the craft for less than 3 months, was even younger than Amud. The apprentice had been given a sudden, unexpected rare day off. The shopkeeper went silently to the back office and opened the door. He signaled to someone inside.
I stiffened immediately. The arrangements had been for absolutely no one else. This session was private.
A diminutive figure walked into the showroom. The owner's eyes were beaming with pride. As the short figure came closer, I saw it was a young woman, about his age.
"Mr. Sampson," the shopkeeper said. "I would like to introduce you my wife, Bala. If is acceptable, she will be the measurements making. She, uh, understands the things you will need, and has suggestions maybe, if it pleases you to hear of them. I apologizes it to you, but I will need it to observe to make sure taping is done correctly and to interpret. She does not speak the good English."
He waited for my consent. Interesting. He had solved his and eased my concerns at the same time.
I nodded in agreement.