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 A Friendly Wager By dc2469 This is a work of fiction ,intended for adults
only.

   I had just finished my first week, of a three-week stay.  I was there to
get a new business up to speed, on how our company worked.  We had
purchased the failing company for a good price.  We had plans to put money
into upgrading, replacing some people in key positions, and pull the
company out of the hole it was in.

   My name is Dan Colter.  I'm forty years old, six foot-three and about
two hundred twenty pounds, brown hair and green eyes.  They send me to most
of these companies, because, well because I do what it takes to get the job
done.  I have a rep as being pretty unfeeling, and ruthless.  If some one
is not doing their job, I cut the dead weight away, and bring in some one
that CAN do the job.  I don't go looking for heads to cut off, but if some
one doesn't take the hint the first time, I don't give second chances.

   The other reason they send me is that I'm divorced and don't have to
worry about pissing anyone off, by staying away for weeks at a time.  I
didn't start out as the ruthless bastard, I had become, I had a little
help. I was married when I was younger.  Right out of collage, I married
the girl of my dreams.  She was beautiful, smart and funny.  We had been
going together for over a year, and when it came time to graduate I
couldn't let her go.  With my masters in business administration I landed a
good job that paid well.  After the first year, I had proven myself to the
company.  They started to assign me to out of town projects.  Nothing
major, and I was only gone for a couple of days at a time.  It was a great
opportunity, and it came with a nice raise.

   That's when the trouble started.  When I was on the road, I called home
at bedtime every night.  After I had been going out on the job for a few
months, she started to ask if I ever wanted to have a fling, while I was
out on my own?  I said truthfully, that I never had, and that she was the
only woman for me.  The next time it came up, she asked again if I had ever
cheated?  I said I won't lie to you; I have looked and even done some
flirting, but that I had never done more then that.  She let it go after
that, but it got me to wondering why she was asking me the same question
all the time.  The next time I went out of town, as was usual, I called
home Tuesday night.  It was at about ten o'clock at night, and there was no
answer.  I tried back at ten-thirty, and there was still no answer.  When I
tried at eleven, she answered.  I asked where she had been, and she told me
that she had gone out with friends for a couple of drinks.  She had never
given me cause to think she wasn't telling me the truth, so I believed what
she said.

   After that, it happened more and more, that I would call and not get an
answer until late.  I thought it was kind of nice that she had found some
friends to keep her company while I was out of town.  Man, I was a naive
asshole.  So it happened just like the stories you've read, I got done
early with a job.  I called just before leaving to catch my flight, and got
no answer so I just jumped on the plane.  When I hit town, I hailed a cab
and headed for home.  When I got there it was after dark, but there were no
lights on.  Using my key I let myself in.  As I was setting my bag on the
floor after entering, I heard a muffled female voice coming from upstairs.
Thinking she had the TV on up there, and knowing my house well, I just
grabbed my bag and made my way up the stairs, without turning on any
lights. Once in the hallway, I could make out faint light coming from our
partially open bedroom door.  As I was walking toward the door, I heard a
male voice say that he had never felt anything so good in his life.  I
stopped dead in my tracks.  Setting my bag on the floor, I walked over to
the door.  As I approached I heard my wife's voice say, that it had felt
fantastic, and how she couldn't believe how much she enjoyed it so much
more with him, then she did with me.

   My blood started to boil at those words.  I gave the door a shove, and
stepped into the room.  She let out a shriek, and tried to cover herself.
The guy jumped off the bed on the other side, away from me.  I looked at
her and asked her what the fuck she thought she was doing?  All she did was
start to cry.  I looked at the guy and said, that I hoped he had enjoyed
himself, because she was all his now.  I looked back at her huddling under
a sheet crying, I told her that she had until tomorrow to get her sorry ass
out of my house.  I told her that as soon as I got to a phone I was calling
my lawyer, and that she would have the papers as soon as I could get them
drawn up.  I turned and started for the door.  When I got to the door, I
looked over my shoulder at the guy and said, if I ever saw him again he was
going to need a body bag, and walked out.

   The next and only time I saw her again, was in the courtroom.  We each
said what was required, and signed the papers.  On the way out of the
building, she got tears in her eyes and tried to apologize.  I just told
her thanks for the memories and walked away.  I went to a bar and got
drunk. It was, I was told to by the bartender, one of my finer moments.  He
said that I was crying, and trying to get any woman that was there to take
me out and fuck my brains out.  As I sat there hung over and rubbing my
jaw, I asked him why my jaw hurt so bad?  He said that I hadn't let a
little thing like, getting my face slapped a few times, stop me from asking
these women out, in a very gracious manner.  He asked me what I wanted, to
help with the hang over.  I told him nothing I had had my last drink.

   It had been my last drink.  Aside from the occasional glass of wine with
a meal, I haven't been drunk since.  Another byproduct of that time so long
ago was that I now trusted no one.  Well that's not exactly true, I trusted
a few people, but I had made them earn it.  And it may be a little one
sided, but I made it even harder on the female members of our company.  It
was rumored that if there was a woman that wanted to get me to trust them,
they had to promise me their first-born.  I didn't take to that extreme,
but I definitely made it harder on them then their male counterparts.

   As for women in my personal life, I had pretty much given up on finding
the one true love of my life.  I found myself turning to hookers.  I had
enough money to get any woman I wanted, but hookers were easier.  They were
also more trustworthy.  When you pay top dollar for a woman, you know what
to expect.  There is a sense of trust, because you both know the score. 
She is there for one reason, and she is very good at it.  There is no game
playing.  When you are done with her she dresses and leaves.  She doesn't
want your undying love, she doesn't want you to hold her and reassure her
that she is your one and only.  You fuck her, and she leaves.  Maybe it was
taking the easy way out, but there is a lot to be said for easy.

   As I sat in my hotel room finishing up the paper work, from the day, my
stomach gave a loud rumble.  It had been before eleven o'clock in the
morning, when I had last eaten.  I looked at my watch and saw that it was
after seven in the evening.  I pulled the tie from around my neck, grabbed
my jacket, and headed down to the restaurant.  I stood and waited for the
hostess to come and seat me.  After a minute a very pretty woman about
twenty-four or five, came to the podium and picked up a menu.  Smiling one
of those fake smiles, of people who are required to do it all day, she
asked me how many were in my party.

   "No party, just me, and if possible something quiet," I told her with
one of my best fake smiles.

   After looking at the seating chart, on the podium, she asked me to
follow her.  We walked through the restaurant, to the back where there was
a selection of booths.  She asked, "Will this table be to your liking?"

   "This will be fine," I replied.

   She placed the menu on the table, "Can I get you anything to drink?"

   "No thank you, I'll stick with the water for now," I said.

   "Yes sir, I'll send someone over right away," she said as she withdrew
back to the front of the restaurant.

   I looked through the menu, and found a light chicken dish, that I'd had
before.  Putting down the menu, I picked up a copy of the local newspaper,
that I had bought on my way through the lobby.  After a moment the server
showed up with my water.

   "Good evening sir, my name is Pam, and I'll be serving you this evening.
Have you decided on what you would like?"

   Looking up from the paper I said, "Good evening to you also.  Yes, I
have decided." I turned the open menu towards her, and pointed, "I'll have
the chicken for one."

   "Yes sir, would you like anything else to drink?" she asked.

   "No, just keep the water coming," I replied.

   "Yes sir, thank you sir," she said taking the menu and leaving to place
the order.

   I turned back to my paper, and was just starting in on the sports
section, when I heard a voice in the next booth.  The booths were separated
by a curtain that hung from the ceiling, they were there to give you the
feeling of intimacy, but you didn't have to try very hard to hear your
neighbor if you wanted to.  It sounded like a couple, man and woman that
were having an argument, as quietly as possible.

   "I dressed the way you wanted me to.  I made myself up the way you
asked. I did everything that you wanted, but I really want to leave with
you," I heard her say.

   "I know you did all this for me, but you also know why I asked you to do
it.  Why I brought you here, and why I want you to stay after I leave.  We
talked about this, I thought we had agreed," he said.

   "Yes we did talk about this, but we never agreed to anything.  I still
can't believe you want me to go through with this.  You say you love me,
but then you tell me you want me to sleep with another man.  Why, what do
you get out of this?  Do you know, or have you thought about all the things
that can happen?" she said.

   "Yes I DO know all of the things that can happen.  Don't you think I
have been thinking about this?  I've thought about it a lot.  Ever since
the second year, after we were married, when I asked you about if you ever
had any fantasies.  You said you sometimes thought about other guys.  When
I asked you if you always had an orgasm, you said not all the time.  Then I
asked you what's not all the time?  And you said that you did sometimes.  I
started to feel like maybe you deserved more then just sometimes.  It
doesn't look like I can get the job done, and I'm hoping that you can get
what you need, and still have room for me in your life."

   "What in the hell gave you the idea that I'm not getting what I need? 
Did I ever say or do anything that would give you the idea that I was going
to go looking for something else?  HAVE I?" she asked.

   "No, you have never given me any reason to think you were going to go
looking for something else.  I don't know why you haven't, but you haven't.
You are a beautiful and sensuous woman.  You are a dream come true for me,
and I wish could be enough for you, but I can't stand not seeing you as
happy as I know you could be.  You and I both know what you do in the
bathroom, after you think I've gone to sleep.  There is no reason you
should have to do that.  I also know that you have always wanted me to be
more forceful in our bedroom.  We both also know that isn't going to
happen. I want you to find out what it's like to have a man take you, and
make you feel all the things that I can't.  You have always had to be the
one to make the tough decisions, hell you make all the decisions.  I know
you tried to get me to be more in charge, but you know I am not the type to
take charge.  I see it in your eyes when we make love, I know you want
more, but I can't help that I don't last long enough for you.  I've tried
everything, it's no use, and I guess I just can't change, but that's no
reason that you can't be happier."

   "Jon, I'm trying hard to make any sense of this.  Do you know what
you're asking for?  Do you really know what could happen if I did go out
and look for a man that could make me feel the way you're talking about? 
What happens if I start to fall for this guy?  Are you going to change your
mind, when you see me take off to meet with some guy, you don't even know?
You say you want me to find some guy that will take me, and make me a
woman, or some bullshit like that.  I happen to think I am a woman, a woman
that can't be taken.  If it's there to give then I do, and I do, to you.  I
only have one other guy besides you to compare with, and I don't think I
could find any better.  And I'm afraid of what would happen if I went
looking.  What happens to us, if I were to go out looking?  Do you really
think you could handle it?"

   "I know I want you to be happy.  When we're making love and I start to
think of you with another man, I go off like a rocket.  It's gotten to the
point that I think about it all the time.  Why do you think I buy you all
those sexy cloths?  It's not for me, well I guess it is in a way, but I do
it to let other guys see you.  I see the way they look at you; I see the
way you act when you see that you are getting attention.  Most of the time
you try to ignore it, but then the right guy looks, and you brighten up. 
Look, if you go out and try it and find it's not what you wanted, at least
you will know.  I just want you to be happy, and I think this is the way to
do it.  I got you dressed up tonight so that we could try this; you knew it
was why we were coming here.  I'm going up to pay the check, while I'm gone
you decide, but you already know how I feel.  I want you to go in the bar
and see what happens.  I'll be sitting in the back.  If it does happen you
let me know if he'll let me come with you, if not you tell me about it
later when you get home."

   "You mean you would really like to watch?  I don't know if I can take
this.  I've never seen you acting like this.  I'm going in there.  You are
going home.  If within an hour nothing happens I'll be home, witch should
just about be enough time to get over being mad at you.  If, on the outside
chance something does...  come up, I'll make my own way home.  Even if I
wanted to I don't think I could do anything with you watching."

   There was a pause while one or both of them were trying to think of what
to say to the other.  After a moment, "Listen Angie, I..."

   She didn't let him get any further, "Jon, we either do it my way, or we
both leave right now."

   "Okay, we do it your way.  Just remember, you have to give it a chance.
You can't just walk out after I leave.  I'm going to take your word on
things, but you have to give it a chance.  Also remember that I love you,
and always will, no matter what happens."

   "No matter what happens, Jesus, I'm thirty-three years old, men are all
looking for teenagers these days.  I could probably sit in there naked, and
they would still just walk over to the young looking hookers.  Look I'm
doing this for you, one time, so that you have to get off my back about it,
when this is over it's over."

   "Okay, I hear what you're saying, but you have to promise to give it a
chance.  Please be careful.  You've got your cell phone call if you need
me."

   "I'll be careful.  I'll probably be home soon, so don't worry."

   I heard rustling as they slid out of their booth.  I heard them give
each other a kiss, and then they started for the front of the restaurant.
All I got was a look at the back of them.  They appeared to be about the
same height.  She was maybe a little taller, but it was hard to tell
because she was wearing four-inch heels.  She walked beautifully.  I would
guess she was about five-seven, maybe a hundred and twenty pounds.  From
the back, I could see a lightweight tan sweater that reached the top of a
very shapely ass, and a thin, tight black skirt that went down to about
mid-thigh.  She had dark hair, but it was up so I could tell how long it
was.  He was in Dockers with a pull over shirt.

   As they were leaving, my meal arrived.  I spent about fifteen or twenty
minutes picking through it, and couldn't take it any more.  I went up to
the front, getting Pam's attention on the way.

   She had seen that I had hardly touched my meal.  "Was everything
alright?"

   "It was fine.  I just remembered that I have something that I have to
take care of," I said as I was fishing around for my wallet.

   I paid for the meal, giving her a nice tip, and started for the bar.  I
went into the bar near the back, so that I could check things out.  There,
on a stool, at the far end of the bar sat a nervous looking Angie.  I made
my way to the bar, drawing as little attention as possible.  It was about
nine o'clock when I sat down, the place wasn't packed, but there was a nice
crowd.  I ordered a club soda, and sat back to see what would happen.

   In the twenty minutes that I was there two guys walked up and tried to
start something.  She turned them both away, without much thought.  I could
tell that she was biding her time, until she felt she had given her husband
his time.  I kept wondering what was going through his mind.  Why would he
ask her to find another man?  Was she really as unfulfilled as he had said?
She really was as beautiful as he had said she was.  Her dark hair was
rapped around her head, and piled on top.  Under the sweater was a short,
tight top.  It scooped down showing a lot of skin, but she was ummm...  not
overly endowed (IBTC).  She had huge eyes that had a very slight upward
slant to them.  Her mouth was wide and generous, with a slight pout.  She
started looking as though she'd had enough.

   I got off the stool I had been on and made my way around behind her.  I
walked up close.  I just stood there for a while.  She smelled good, I
wondered what that scent was.  She looked down at her watch again.  I
noticed that she had left her ring on.  I moved in closer, so that I was
right up close.

   "Are you getting ready to go, or could I buy you another one of those?"
I asked.

   As she turned she was already starting to tell me off, "I'm afraid I was
just..." She came to a stop as she turned on her stool and was looking into
my stomach.  I was probably in her space, but she handled it well.  "I'm
afraid I just getting ready to leave," said craning her neck up to look at
me.

   "I have a better idea, why don't you swivel those pretty legs back
around under the bar, and let me buy you one more for the road.  What harm
could there be in that?" I told her.

   She thought about it for a minute, then with a smirk, "Okay, but you'll
have to sit down, otherwise I'm going to pour it all over myself."

   "I think that can be arranged," I said as I moved to take the stool next
to hers.

   I got the bar tenders attention, and ordered us another round.  Then I
turned my body to face her head on.  "My name's Dan, Dan Colter," I said
sticking my hand out.

   "Hi Dan my name is ah...  Judy, Judy Finch pleased to meet you," she
said reaching for my hand.

   I took her soft fingers in my hand, and watched her thinking, we just
met and she's already lying to me.  Then I thought, maybe if I were out
here with a stranger looking at me the way I probably am at her, I would
give me a bogus name too.  She turned and smiled at the bartender as he set
our drinks in front us.  I noticed her eyes were a very light blue, with
long lashes.

   "So what's a little lamb like you, doing amongst a pack of wolves like
us," I asked with a smile.

   "Oh so you all think you are wolves?" she asked with an arched brow and
a smile.

   I looked around the room, "Well, maybe some of us more then others," I
said looking into her eyes.

   "So, am I to assume you are putting yourself into that group?" she asked
without batting an eye.

   "I've done my share of howling, but the chase is getting less and less
appealing.  I have found it is far easier to use professionals.  There are
fewer complications, and no expectations that can't be met," I said
frankly.

   "None, the women you...  rent meet all of your expectations?" she asked.

   "The women I use meet my every expectation, if they fall short on their
own, I help them along," I said taking a sip of my soda.

   "And how do you help them along?  Are you one of those big, bad Dominate
Male types that has to tie his women down, and beat them, to get off?" she
asked with some fire sparking from those pale blue eyes.

   "I have never found the need to tie anyone down, it's all done by hand,
I don't hit well maybe a spank every now and again, and I don't force
anyone to do anything they don't want to do.  If the woman I'm with wants
to stop at any time, all she has to do is say the word.  But when she says
the word that's it, it's over, she leaves and there's no coming back." She
sort of sat back on her stool.  She reached for her drink without taking
her eyes off me.  I don't know if she was expecting me to attack her or
what.  We sat there eyeing each other for a couple of minutes.

   "I think a woman like you should have a chance to see how the other half
live," I said.

   "A woman like me huh.  You don't know anything about me, how could you
know what I need?" as she reared back up in her chair.

   I reached out and pick up her left hand, and held it up.  "I don't have
to be a fucking brain surgeon either.  What I think is, you're a little
confused.  You know there's more then what you have been getting, but you
don't want to cheat on your husband to find out if it's true.  If your
husband were any kind of man, you would probably not be here now, unless he
sent you.  Is that what's going on?  Did your hubby send you out to get
laid so you can go back and tell him about the whole thing?  Is that how he
gets his kicks, having you get fucked, so you can tell him about it, then
he can sit back and wank his little pee pee?"

   I saw that I had struck a nerve.  She jerked her hand away.  How could I
have any idea of what she and her husband had said earlier?  I don't know
if it was the thought of me seeing through her or what but her nipples were
standing out like the were armor plated.

   "What my husband and I do is of no concern of yours.  You are taking a
lot for granted.  I don't have to sit here and listen to you putting down
my husband, and making vulgar references to my private life.  And for your
information, we have a great sex life.  Unlike you we don't need to go
around putting someone down, and taking advantage of people."

   I smiled down at her.  In her little huff, she had moved in quite close,
so that she could yell at me without drawing too much attention.  I lifted
a finger, and hooked it under her chin, "And yet here you are getting all
worked up, over what is suppose to be nothing." As I finished I slid the
back of my finger down her throat, and saw her shiver.  I inhaled deeply;
the smell of her was starting to have an affect on me.

   She straitened, and sat back quickly, her eyes darting around to see if
anyone saw what was going on.  I could see she was thinking about that. 
"Tell you what, let's go get a table where we can yell at each other, a
little more privately, and I'll listen while you try to explain this," I
said reaching out and taking her drink without waiting for an answer.  I
led the way back to an empty booth, in a dark, quiet corner and gestured
for her to get in.  She did, and I followed, setting the drinks on the
table.

   "I am not getting worked up.  You're the one that started calling names,
and I don't think I have to explain anything to you.  You think you know it
all, you tell me what I'm doing," she said.

   "Alright, You're married to a man who can't give you what you need.  He
started to feel guilty about you having to take care of your self, so he
started to think of ways he could help you get what you need.  He starts by
buying you cloths that show you off, saying that it's because he wants to
see you in them.  Really it's so that other men will take notice of you. 
After a while you started to like the attention, and he notices.  Now he
wants to take it to the next level by having you be with another guy.  By
the way you do look good enough to eat.  You are having a hard time
convincing yourself that you deserve to have a little release, especially
when you don't think you can let go.  You think that because your husband
has to have you take care of him, that you're too hard to let anyone have
any control over you.'

   "I on the other hand think I could make you feel things you have never
even thought of before.  Once you saw the depth of the of the feelings that
have been missing for so long, you would cry that it had taken this long to
see it.  Once you start to release all the pent up need and emotion in you,
you will never be able to go back.  It may not be me that teaches you, but
when it happens, baby look out."

   As I said the last I slid my hand down onto her knee, and up her thigh.
She gave a gasp, and sat strait up, slamming her knees together clamping
down on my hand, as I tried to slide it higher up her leg.  Her thighs were
warm, smooth, and soft as a baby's butt.  And from the amount of pressure
she was putting on my hand, they were fit and trim too.  She was looking
right at me, with her mouth open.

   "Well how close did I come?  Did I call it right, or am I reading this
all wrong?" I asked.

   Both her hands went under the table, and wrapped around my wrist.  She
didn't try to remove my hand, but she wasn't going to let me make any
forward progress either.  Her head snapped back up at the last question.

   "No you're not right, not about any of it," she said trying to sound
convincing.

   I was content to keep my hand between her thighs.  I gave the one in my
hand a gentle squeeze, and continued to stare into her eyes.  "So you're
not married, or you don't have any feelings?"

   "You bastard, you know what I mean.  And would you please get your hand
out of my lap?" she said with her teeth clenched.

   "Tell ya what I'm guna do," I said, doing my best Cosell impression. 
"You let go of my arm, and I'll prove my point.  You let go and let me
have...  say sixty minutes, one hour, free to do as I please with you, and
I'll prove to you that you have missed out on more then you can believe."

   "You have got to be out of your mind, if you think I am just going to
turn myself over to you.  Let you do as you please.  Do I look like the
kind of woman that would just give her self to a total stranger?" she said.

   "Scared?  Don't think you could keep your cool, in here with all these
people looking on?" I asked glancing around the room.

   "I'm not scared of you," she said with her eyes darting around the room.
"Why should I be?  What could you possibly do to me in here with all these
people around?"

   "So you'll give me the hour, I mean if you're so strong you should be
able to handle it, right?  You do what I tell you for one hour, and if
after that you don't think I've proved my point you win," I said.

   "And just what do I win, for letting you have your way with me an hour?"
she asked.

   "You name it.  If after half an hour you don't think I have made my
point, you can name have what you want.  Within reason of course, I can't
afford to buy you a new house or anything like that," I said.

   "Not that I'm worried or anything, but just what do you get if you win?"
she asked.

   "Glad you asked.  I just want one thing...  you," I said smiling.  Her
mouth was hanging open again.  "I get to have you for the rest of the time
that I'll be here in town.  You'll do what I say, dress like I tell you,
and be at my beck and call, for the next two weeks."

   "You think I'm going to give myself to you?  I don't know what drugs
you're taking, but if you want to be polite you should share.  I can't do
that, I'm married."

   "All talk and no guts.  I knew you couldn't handle it.  I knew you
wouldn't be able to take it, and what does your being married have to do
with anything?  As I said before, if you were getting what you needed from
your husband in the first place, you wouldn't be here now," I said with a
smirk.

   I felt her hands start to loosen, on my wrist.  She was looking into my
eyes kind of nervously.  "And if I don't agree with you, you'll give me
whatever I ask for?"

   "That's what I said isn't it?  But you have to give a fair answer, and
believe me I'll know if your lying," I said as I used some of the freedom
of movement to slip my hand a little higher up her thigh.  "So, do we have
a deal?"

   "Okay we have a deal, but you just remember, when I win you have given
your word that you'll give me what I want.  I'm not saying what I want
until I win, so you just keep that in mind.  So you now have one hour to
teach me my lesson, get on with it," she said haughtily.

   "Wait a minute there lil missy.  There are a few things that have to be
taken care of, before this little venture gets under way.  First, if you do
anything to stop me you loose.  Second, if you disobey me, you loose. 
Third, before we get started you need to go and remove a couple articles of
clothing.  I want your bra and panties in my hand before we get started. 
As soon as you put them in my hands the time starts."

   "Why do you need them?  Why do I have to make it so easy for you? 
Besides I don't wear a bra," she whispered.

   Looking at my watch I showed it to her.  "Time starts as soon as you
have complied with my wishes.  You agreed to do what I said, or have you
forgotten?"

   "I know what I agreed to," she said looking down at her drink.

   "All right, but my time doesn't start until you get back, and I still
want you topless, and without those panties, I don't care if your wearing a
bra or not," I told her.

   "I know, I'll be right back," she said.

   I watched her as she walked to the far side of the place, and
disappeared.  Her walk was different then when she was walking with her
husband, more sensuous.  She knew I was watching.  Just before she went
around the entrance to the restroom, she looked over her shoulder, to see
if I was looking.  I sat and thought about what it would be like to have
her under me writhing, squirming, and sweating.  There was only one way
this was going to turn out, she was going to be mine, and I would see to
it. She had been acting a little high and mighty.  After tonight I was sure
that was going to change.

   Just after she disappeared into the restroom, a waitress stopped by our
booth.  I told her to bring us another round, and she left.  It not being
that busy, at the moment, she was back quickly.  I told thanks.  After she
had given me my change back, I held up a twenty.  Before she could take it
I said, "This is to insure a little privacy.  I don't want you to come back
to this booth for any reason, unless I make it clear to you that I need
something, got it?"

   She reached for the bill, "I understand." And she walked away.

   It was taking a little longer then I thought it should.  I was just
beginning to wonder if she had skinned out a back door, when she appeared
around the corner.  She was looking a little nervous.  I saw the reason, as
she got closer.  She still had her sweater on, but I didn't see anything
under it, except for a pair of very hard nipples.  It was buttoned a little
further down, but I could see a few inches over her bellybutton.  As she
got closer I got up out of my side of the booth, so she could get in.  She
came up and stood in front of me, not looking up.  I put my finger under
her chin, and raised her face up.  She looked like a scared little girl.  I
trailed my finger down her throat, down to the top of her sweater, and
popped open the top button.  She backed away with a gasp, and sat in the
booth quickly, with me right behind her.

   I put my hand out, and wiggled my fingers at her, asking for what she
knew she was suppose to be giving to me.  Blushing from the top button of
her sweater to the top of her head, she dug in her purse, and handed me a
wad of material.  Moving my drink to the side, I opened it up.  There were
the items I had asked for.  I smoothed her top out on the tabletop, and
reached to my lap to retrieve the other item.  The panties were a G-string,
and they were very small, and more then a little moist.  I put them on top
of her blouse.

   "By looks of these panties, you were expecting something to happen
tonight.  Is that right?" I asked.

   Her head was swiveling around, looking for anyone coming near our table.
"Get those off the table where anyone can see them."

   "Relax, no one will see anything I don't want them to.  Now answer my
question, did you come here tonight expecting something to happen?" I asked
again, looking sternly into her eyes.

   "No, that is not why I came here," she said looking away from me.

   "No, I think it is.  Why else would you be here, dressed as you are, and
wearing these?" I said lifting her panties up by the crotch band.

   "I dressed this way for my husband.  He was suppose to have met me here
earlier," she said defensively.

   I reached over and took her by the chin, so she could not turn away. 
"Let's get something strait, I'm getting pretty tired of your lying. 
You're really not very good at it.  From now on, you tell the truth.  If I
even think you are lying to me, you will regret it, am I making myself
clear?"

   She looked at me with her eyes going big as saucers, trying to figure
out how I knew.  It wasn't easy for her to do with me holding her chin, but
she nodded and said, "I understand."

   "Good, now tell me the truth, as to why you are dressed the way you
are," I said releasing her chin.

   "I dressed this way, because my husband asked me to.  He likes me to
show off.  He says it excites him to see other men looking at me, knowing
that they want me," she said looking up at me to see if I believed her.

   "And," I said waiting to see if she would tell me the rest.

   "And I dress this way because it also excites me," she said blushing
again.  "It excites me to think that there are men who are looking at me,
men who would take what they want from me," she whispered.

   Reaching over, I turned her blushing face towards me.  I reached up
pulling out the comb she was using to hold her hair up.  I fluffed it out
over her shoulders.  It was dark, long, thick, and soft.  It fell down to
past mid back, and hung down the front of her.  I moved it, and fanned it
out so that it covered her chest.  I let my hands slide from her hair to
the front of her sweater.  Looking into her eyes I reached for the top
button.  As I started to open the button, she took her full, lower lip
between her teeth.  She made no move to stop me.  There were three buttons
done up.  I opened all of them, so that the sweater hung open from her
shoulders, and was stopped from opening completely only by her hard
nipples.

   Putting my hand gently around her throat, I pushed her shoulders back
against the wall of the booth.  I slowly slid my hand down her front, and
stopped between her breasts.  I moved it to my left, until I felt the
swelling of her right breast.  I looked her right in the eyes, and cupped
her breast in my hand, with her very hard nipple between my index, and
middle fingers.  I squeezed my fingers together, and her eyes fluttered and
closed.  I started to move my hand over to her other breast, tugging on her
nipple, drawing a small whimper from her.  I moved my hand across her chest
to cup, and squeeze her right breast.  With her front totally exposed to
me, I started to move my hand down her chest to her belly.  As I reached
the top of her skirt, my thumb went under the waistband, and I traced
across the swelling of her round belly.

   I slipped my thumb from the waistband, and moved down to the hem that
was lying across her thighs.  I continued my downward journey until I
reached her right knee.  Hooking my hand inside, I lifted and pulled her
knee up and open onto the bench.  I started my hand back up the inside of
her thigh.  As I reached her skirt, I slid under the hem, and continued
along the top of her thigh.  She raised her hips slightly as I reached the
top of her thigh, where it met her body.  I continued up, until my fingers
appeared above the waistband.  With half of my hand under the waistband, I
slid it from side to side molding it to the curve of her belly.  As my hand
moved from side to side, the rest of her skirt was bunched in the crook of
my wrist, exposing her open pussy to me, and the air around me was filled
with the scent of her.

   I could see that the dark hair at the top of her mound was trimmed,
probably so that it would fit into the tiny panties she wore.  I slid my
hand from the waistband, down the round belly toward her pussy.  As I
reached her mound, her hips rose to meet it.

   "What do you want?" I asked her quietly.

   "Touch me," she said breathlessly.

   "Where?" I asked.

   "There, where your hand is," she said.

   "Where is my hand?  Where do you want me to touch you?" I asked again,
wanting to hear her say it.

   "My pussy.  Please touch my pussy," she breathed.

   Sliding my hand down I said, "This isn't a pussy, it's a cunt.  Now,
where do you want me to touch you?"

   "My cunt, please touch my cunt," she whispered.

   Turning the back of my hand to her, I ran my bent knuckles over her
cunt. She was soaked.  Pearl colored cream was oozing from her, and coating
my knuckles as I slid them from her clit to the bottom of her slit.  I
started moving up and down her.  Every time I raked across her clit, her
belly jumped, and a whimper came from her mouth.  Her ass was sliding down
in the seat bringing her closer to me, and opening her up more.  I
straitened out two fingers, turned my palm up, and slowly started to enter
her.  Her hips rose, and opened her further to me.  As my fingers entered
her, I curved them up, and started to rub her inside.  I felt for and I
found the nub up inside.  Her hips shot up, and a slight squeal escaped her
mouth.  I added my thumb to her clit, squeezing together with the fingers
inside, and felt her cunt spasm around my fingers, as she came for the
first time.  Her body shook and shivered, her eyes closed, and her head
tilted back.  My fingers were covered in her spend.

   I pulled my fingers from her, and she slumped back against the wall.  I
rubbed my wet hand into her bush, and on her lower belly.  Her breathing
was starting to return to normal, and I saw her looking at me through her
long, dark lashes.

   "I think I just won our little wager," I said with a smile.

   A small nod and a slight smile on her red face showed that she agreed.

   "Now that that is settled, you know what that means," I said pausing to
see if she was going to give me any more trouble.  When she didn't say
anything, and kept her head down, I continued.  "Now what is your name, and
don't lie to me?"

   "My name is Angela," she said in a small voice, while trying to cover
her self.

   I put my hand against her chest, and pushed her back against the wall
again.  "Did I tell you to you could cover up?"

   "I just thought . . ." she said looking down.

   I cut her off, "You are done thinking.  For the next two weeks.  I'm
going to be doing the thinking for you.  You belong to me, not your
husband, and not your self, me.  What I say you will do.  If there are
questions, refer back to rule number one." As I was saying this, I was
ideally running my fingers through the hair on her mound.  To make my point
I punctuated the end of the sentence, by giving a tug on it.  She winced a
little, but said nothing.  "When we are through here tonight, you are going
to go home and tell your husband what I did to you.  After you have told
him that, you are going to tell him that you are mine for the next two
weeks, and he is not to even think about getting his little needle dick
into you.  If you want him to lick this hot little cunt, he can, but only
after I'm through with it.  Tell him that clean up detail is all that he's
good for.  As for tomorrow, before you come here to me, I want you to have
him shave this hair from my cunt.  I want it nice and smooth, and without a
mark on it, so he had better be careful.  Tell him that for every hair that
I find you will receive a swat on that gorgeous ass of yours.  You can wear
what you want, but no pants and no undies.  Be here early.  I have plans
for you.  You won't be leaving until Sunday night, but don't worry about
extra cloths, you won't be needing them.  Do you understand?  Are there any
questions?"

   Angie shook her head no, not looking at me.

   "Good, I hate stupid questions." I said as I reached for the two half of
her sweater.  I pulled it together, and buttoned one button between her
breasts.  "You are not to button this any more then what I'm doing now. 
I'll be expecting you here before ten in the morning.  I like your hair
down.  Don't be late, or it won't go well for you.  Now go home and tell
your husband everything I've told you."

   I got out of the booth, and held my hand out to her, to help her out. 
She collected her top and panties, and stuffed them in her purse.  She took
my hand and slid from the booth showing me that hot little cunt again.

   As she stood in front of me with her head down, I reached to the back of
her head, and took a handful of hair.  I pulled her head back until she had
no choice but to look at me.  I put my lips to hers, and shoved my tongue
into her mouth.  As I held her to me, I felt her reach up and rap her arms
around my neck.  I slipped my free hand under her loose sweater, and cupped
her tit in my hand, and squeezed her nipple in my fingers, as she moaned
into my mouth.  Breaking the kiss, and holding her head back, I looked into
her eyes.

   "I'll see you in the morning.  Remember what I've told you Angie, tell
your husband everything, and don't leave anything out.  You belong to me
for the next two weeks, and don't worry I won't let you forget.



   END OF CHAPTER ONE

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