The President's Club, Chapter 15 It was several months later that Sandi asked Karin to do a special session with her. They didn’t do these special sessions often. They tended to last a long time, and both were drained emotionally, sexually and physically at the end of one of them. By tacit agreement, they didn’t happen often. And that helped keep that special flavor to them. Sandi didn't give a reason for why she thought now would be a good time for a special session, but hinted she had a surprise. Karin wasn't really in the mood, but her friend was persuasive. Since the instigator was the ‘top’ in these sessions, Karin knew that all she had to do was show up, at least initially. And it had been a long time.… Sandi had acquired a new restraint system for this session. The shrouded shapeless pile of equipment got several covert glances from Karin as Sandi slowly and teasingly prepared her for the session. She deliberated over each item of clothing she stripped from the passive Karin, stroking and petting each new area of exposed skin as she did, slowly bringing the pot to boil. Karin was now in the mood, i.e. horny and naked. Sandi moved her to the center of the large basement dungeon. She had pushed the bondage frame that was usually in the center up against the wall. First she placed a thick leather belt around Karin’s calves, binding them tightly together. When it was securely in place, there were two small wide cuffs on each side on the outsides of her calves. With a teasing look directly into her eyes, Sandi put her hands on her friend’s shoulders and urged her to her knees. She then pushed backwards on her shoulders until Karin toppled back. Sandi caught her and broke her fall. She laid her gently on her back, her legs bent back under her. Taking one wrist, Sandi pulled it down past the cuff on the calf belt until she could fasten the cuff tightly around her upper arm. Repeating that binding with the other arm left Karin arched in a painful bow on the floor, resting on her knees, shins, shoulders, and the back of her neck. Two additional straps fastened Karin's ankles to her upper arms right next to her armpits. A short spreader bar between her knees kept her knees spread apart, exposing her cunt to the open air. Metal fasteners from the D-rings in the straps were secured to rings set into the floor. That ensured she wouldn't tip over. Sandi looked the captive woman over carefully, until she was satisfied. Grinning at her friend with a mischievous, evil smile, they both knew Karin wasn't going anywhere. Sandi stuffed a cushion under her shoulders, relieving some of the strain on Karin's neck. "That better?" "Yes." Karin was beginning to feel the tremors of anticipation. She was terribly exposed in this position, the skin of her belly stretched tight. Sandi went over to the wall and selected a long buggy whip from the wall. It was one of the cruelest whips imaginable, especially when used on human flesh. The two women had it gotten for decoration only, not to use. It’s visual impact was enough. Sandi liked the sound it made as it swished and cracked and snapped in the air. For what she wanted tonight, sound was all she needed. At first, anyway. She looped the wrist strap around her wrist and pulled it tight. She didn’t want any accidents with this weapon. SNAP. Sandi let the long flexible whip crack just above Karin’s exposed stomach, then settle softly on the untouched skin. The sensation was almost the same as a hard slash. Adrenaline coursed through both women’s systems. "I had my Annual Performance Review today," Sandi started out casually. "Oh, really? How was it?" Karin thought it was strange to talk about something they would normally discuss over a glass of wine, but what the hell, she wasn't going anywhere. Actually, Karin now realized it was odd that she wasn’t gagged. Normally there was no talking. They didn’t need verbal abuse to get excited. Sandi was silent for a moment. When she did speak, it was with the quiet intensity of a person who was extremely angry. It was all an act, but she had had plenty of practice in her job. Good Cop, Bad Cop and all. "How dare you play with my career like a snot-nosed high school girl?" The whip snapped several times around the bound woman in emphasis. Karin's blood froze. She had discovered her meddling. "OH, SANDI," she wailed. "I'm sorry. I just wanted to help..." "So I couldn't do it by myself? Is that what you thought? You little BITCH!" "NO, NO, NO. I just wanted you to be happy. I did it for you." All this time, Sandi had been striding back and forth just inside Karin's field of vision. She brought the whip down several times on the floor, each time with a loud slap. She watched Karin's taut body tense with each slap. She was just getting ready to let Karin in on the joke and that she had known from the beginning that Karin was meddling, when she tripped. Her high heel caught on something and she started to fall. Forgetting about the whip, she put out her hand to catch herself. She didn’t want to land on Karin while she was tied so rigidly. The additional weight could injure her neck, possibly seriously. The wrist strap kept the whip in her hand as she caught herself, and the heavy shaft of the whip came down with great force across the soft tender skin of Karin's lower stomach. Sandi didn't understand the scream she heard until she saw the blood oozing from the cut the whip had made. "Oh Karin, Honey, I'm sorry. It was an accident." Karin turned her head away from the woman and closed her eyes, steeling herself for another blow. She flinched at the very touch of Sandi's fingers. Sandi fumbled with the buckles and straps not being able to get them off of Karin fast enough. She got her to her feet and helped Karin into the bathroom they had installed in the cellar. There, she treated the cut with alcohol and a soft compress. She helped Karin upstairs to her bed and laid her down. Karin said nothing the whole time. She wouldn't even look at Sandi. Karin felt betrayed. Her friend, her lover, had struck her in anger. She had tricked her and savagely beat her. She didn't trust her anymore. She had lost another lover and she was all-alone again. She withdrew into herself and wept invisible tears. Sandi was devastated as well. She knew she was a good actress and that Karin hadn't known she was joking with her. She saw the empty look in Karin's eyes and it pierced her to her heart. She sat by Karin's bed all night watching the tortured sleep of her forlorn friend. She stayed by her bed all the next day and the next night, as well. Karin didn't move or speak. Sandi changed the dressings on the cut and made sure there would be no infection. The second day, Karin spoke to her in a dull lifeless voice. "I'll be OK. You need some sleep." Sandi burst out crying. She had held off until now, but now the flood started and she wailed and begged for forgiveness. Karin felt a twinge of sadness for her friend. She realized now it had been an accident, but it shouldn't even have happened. The aggressor had to be in control. She couldn't completely trust Sandi anymore, not in that special way. She would miss that. Karin reached out a hand for Sandi's hand. "It's OK. I forgive you, Sandi. But … never again." Those words thrilled Sandi and cut her to the quick at the same time. She bent down and kissed Karin’s hand. "I got promoted. To Captain. It's about five years early. The Commissioner said that I am in line to be the first female Commissioner in the city's history." She pulled a small box from her blouse pocket. "I'm sorry I spoiled the surprise. It was supposed to be a surprise for you for all your help. I couldn't have done it without you. You have to know that." "I didn't know you felt that way," Karin replied. She took the offered gift. "Thank you." She paused. "How did you find out I helped get you the job?" Sandi paused. "I'm a cop, Karin. Our careers are fixed in stone from the day we leave the Academy, unless we screw up or solve the Mother of all crimes. I had done neither. Therefore, someone had to have helped me. You're the only one who cared enough to help." "Oh.” She thought a minute. “Why didn't you say something?" "You were having too much fun enjoying your little secret. I didn't want to spoil it for you." Tears welled up in Sandi's eyes. "I'm sorry I spoiled it for you now." Karin reached up and pulled her tired friend into the bed with her. Sandi snuggled into her side and cried herself to sleep. Karin stroked her hair and pondered the loss of the innocence between them. She wondered if they would ever get it back or if it was something that, once lost, was gone forever. Sandi never raised the subject of restraint or pain again, although she was surprised when Karin continued to hostess the Special Assignments with her and Ben with as much care and attention as before. She realized the depth of the love Karin had for her and the pain she must have caused her. The gift box sat unopened on her dressing table for a long time. Sandi and Karin continued to share each other's beds regularly, but now they were separate people looking for different things. The small box caught Karin's attention one afternoon while Sandi was out. She picked it up and turned it over in her hand. There was a slight rattle inside. She opened it up and saw a beautiful diamond name plate on a necklace. On one side was the word 'Karin' and on the other 'Sam.' It must have cost several thousand dollars with all the diamonds on it. She was touched. She picked it up and tried it on. To her surprise, it didn't even go half way around her neck. Maybe it was supposed to be a bracelet. Nope. Too big. Karin was stumped. She looked at the ends closer and saw they both had sliding latches. It hit her suddenly and she giggled. She pulled up her top and hooked one latch to the gold ring on her right nipple. She pulled the chain over to attach it to the other ring. It didn't quite reach and she had to pull both nipples in towards the middle. The latch slid securely closed over the second ring. Her tits looked a little cross-eyed in the mirror, but the effect on her nipples was incredible. It was like an electric shock with every move, each breath. She gave a little bounce and experienced a mild climax. Pulling her top down over her cross-eyed tits, she waited impatiently until Sandi got home. A happier Karin rushed to Sandi's arms and kissed her when she came in the door. "Well, 'Hi Honey I'm home' to you, too, lover," she laughed. "It's beautiful. The chain. Thank you." "You like it?" "Yes." "Does it...?" "Ooooohhhhh yyyeeesss!" Sandi was silent. "I want some rings, too." Now Karin was silent. "Sam. Sam can't help. Maybe Ben?" "Ben? You won’t…" She stopped at the look of pain in her friends eyes. "I could help him, show him how...?" "Do you think I should?" "If you want it." Sandi nodded. It was settled. ------------------------------------------------ The next Special Assignment was not only hosted by Karin but directed by her, too. Sandi was already strung up in the dungeon when Ben arrived. Her tits were to be the focus of this session and they were prominently on display, forced out and up by a special corset with high half cups underneath her breasts. Ben came in and whistled. He turned, expecting Karin to leave, but she didn't leave. Instead she handed him a sturdy whip. "Her tits only, today." He nodded silently and complied. Her tits were a rosy hue when he was done with the whip. Karin handed him another, stiffer whip. He looked at her questioningly. She nodded curtly for him to proceed. Again he complied. With vigor. If this was what his love wanted, he would do it. A third whip turned her breasts into two inflamed masses of tissue. He turned to Karin. She handed him something else, which he mistook as another whip. "No. No more. I won't do it. And I won't let you, either." He made a move to protect Sandi. "It's not a whip, Ben. She wants you to put your mark on her. Like my love did to me." Karin brushed her blouse aside and exposed the tiny gold ring. Ben blushed at her nakedness and looked away. It was too personal. He took the piercer from her hand. His hand trembled slightly as he hefted it, feeling its weight in his hand. He took a deep breath and steeled himself. "Give me a ring." Karin handed him one. He walked over and held up the ring so Sandi could see. "Lady X, my love, is this what you want?" The hooded head nodded 'Yes.'" Ben held the piercer up to the erect nipple closest to him. He didn't wait and terrorize her, but squeezed it quickly. The scream could be heard clearly through the gag and the hood. He gasped at the sounds he heard coming from her. He paled at her pain. This was more than he wanted to do. He slipped the gold ring through the fresh hole. He glanced at Karin for support. She nodded. He repeated the procedure on the other nipple. After slipping the ring on her other nipple, he had to excuse himself. He went out into the bathroom outside and threw up. Karin waited patiently for him to get back. Sandi was half-delirious and had not noticed his absence. Karin would never tell her. But she thought it was touching, if wimpy. Sam had not vomited, she thought proudly. Ben slipped back in the dungeon quietly. Karin smiled at him and indicated the dazed Lady X. He nodded his thanks. "Is that all?" "Not quite." "Somehow, I didn't think so." Karin explained what else was needed. Ben started to bolt for the door. "Ben!" He turned. "This was her idea, not mine." He waited. "Please, Ben. For her." He nodded, reluctantly. "You better be telling me the truth, or I swear I'll rip your tits off by those rings." Karin held her hands out to him in a submissive gesture. "I will stay by your side until you are convinced of her happiness. You may bind me if you wish." She waited, her hands held quietly in front of her, palms together. Ben shook his head. He took the hot iron Karin had prepared and placed a drop of solder, one on the split in each ring, sealing them shut. He was crying as he did it. They let down the newly ringed woman together. Karin applied an alcohol wipe to both wounds to prevent infection. Sandi lay recovering on the dungeon floor. She looked at the two anxious faces peering down at her. She touched the tips of her breasts lightly. She felt the rings. A shudder ran through her body. She took Ben's hands in hers and placed them lightly over her tits. She emphatically nodded her head 'Yes'. He looked at Karin, nodded and motioned for her to leave them alone. Before she left, she whispered to him, "Be gentle with them, but don't ignore them, or she'll hate you. ...Good luck, lover boy." =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- End of chapter I hope you enjoyed it. :) All my published works are archived and can be read or downloaded free at http://www.asstr.org/pub/authors/NightShade/ Comments to: i_m_nightshade@hotmail.com -----------------------------7cf320398dc Content-Disposition: form-data; name="files1"; filename="I:\asstr\TPClub16.txt" Content-Type: text/plain THE USUAL WARNINGS: This is a work of fiction by a twisted mind. If you are offended by graphic descriptions of natural and/or unnatural sexual acts, if you are underage, or if this type of material is illegal where you are, don't read any further. This is a fantasy. You will have to loosen your clench on reality a little when you read it. This is a tale in which physical acts and human responses are not limited to, nor necessarily based in, reality. Some acts and responses in this story may be physically impossible and/or physiologically improbable. Also, as is the case with most of the stories in this newsgroup, all the women in this story are beautiful; gorgeous, even. Gravity has not caused their breasts to droop nor have creased wrinkles their unblemished faces. The men (the leading men, at least) are hung like bulls. They can get it up and keep it up often and at will. In this special little fantasyland, there are no STDs, morals, or unwanted pregnancies; and guilt is a four-letter word. But most important of all, no amount of strength of character, courage of convictions or moral beliefs stands a chance against an erotic stimulus. This can be as benign as an accidental glimpse of a bared ankle or as stimulating as a whipping on the genitals. For those of you who didn’t understand the preceding statements, GO AWAY! This story is intended for the salacious entertainment of consenting adults. Do not try to do any of the things described in this story. You will injure yourself or your partner. Or be arrested, or shot by her father.... If you are under 18 years of age, GO AWAY! This story will burn your eyeballs and fry your brain. If material of a strong sexual nature is prohibited where you are, GO AWAY! By continuing, the reader accepts all responsibility for any disgust, revulsion, jail sentences, or pleasure that result from reading this story. If you don’t, GO AWAY! You have been warned! If you enjoy this story and feel the urge to post it on a site, at least give me (NightShade) credit for it. So, stick your tongue firmly in your cheek and enjoy the story!....? NightShade The President's Club, Chapter 16 by NightShade first posted 4/97, revised 6/99 Sandi's new promotion vaulted her into the city’s social stratosphere. She hobnobbed with rich and famous people on a regular basis now. Her date/escort on these occasions was the young handsome Officer Ben Johnson, much to his embarrassment. The evening gowns and dresses his boss wore on these occasions showed way too much of her voluptuous body for him not to notice her beautiful figure. He confessed his troublesome thoughts to his silent love, Lady X. He told her that he was beginning to have lusting thoughts for his boss. He didn't notice the correlation, but after each confession, the clothing his boss wore was even more revealing. The constant swirl of parties and dances was a complete nightmare for him. But in the end, it was his salvation. It was the annual masquerade ball, a huge charity event, that was the downfall of Lady X. Sandi had arrived early, Ben later. He insisted that he only needed to escort her, not be her transportation, as a real date would be. It also limited the amount of time he was alone with her, and he was to the point of not being able to control himself. Sandi thought it was sweet that he wanted to be true to his Lady X. But what she really wanted was for him to ravish her, and she had never failed yet. When Ben entered the gala event, he dutifully scanned the crowded floor for his boss. Suddenly, his heart stopped. She was here. His Lady X. He would know that body anywhere. All thoughts of finding his boss were gone. He walk on air over to her. She was talking with some people when he walk up. She saw him and turned. "Why, here's Ben now. Ben, you forgot your mask!" She smiled up at him with her eyes, those eyes he had gazed into so often behind her leather hood. Dumbfounded, he mechanically slipped his mask to his face. His boss was Lady X. He was positive, no mistake. But why?..how? Ben had always thought fast on his feet. He decided, in an instant, to go on the offensive. He offered her an elegant bow. "Why, madam, I don't think I have the pleasure of your acquaintance. Would you, by chance, be the mysterious Lady X?" The on-lookers laughed appreciatively at his wit, although they didn't know how deep the shock had hit Captain Billings. She nodded numbly. "Then lovely Lady X, may I have the pleasure of this dance?" Not giving her a chance to respond - and per chance to refuse - he grasped her hand firmly and pulled/dragged her to the dance floor. She didn't refuse, nor did she respond. She was stunned. Suddenly Sandi realized what it was. The mask! Of course, the mask! She sagged in defeat. Her career was over. She would loose it all. All her planning, all her sessions with Ben, all her love. Lost! She staggered. Ben, the gallant partner, caught her gracefully under the arms and swept her to him in an extravagant maneuver, still playing to the crowd. They were still watching, always watching, smiling at the two lovers. That everyone knew they were lovers was common knowledge. That everyone was wrong, but, in a way, right, was irrelevant. Everyone was still watching. "Come on, Cap'n, work with me!" he whispered. His use of her title snapped her to her senses. She looked up at him and gave him a weak smile. She did an elegant spin at his command, and re-entered his open arms. "It was the mask," she stated. "Uh-huh," he said. "What are we going to do?" "We? I don't know about you, but I'm going to enjoy this dance with my Captain, my partner, and wait impatiently for my next Special Assignment. What are you going to do?" "Oh, Ben. Ben. Ben. I love you so. I.." "Sssshhhh. Not here. Don't blow it now, ma'am." She clung to him, grabbing desperately at the lifeline she had thrown him. The first dance moved into the second and then a third. They danced all night, and never noticed the approving, and envious, glances of the crowd. That night Ben slept with his real love for the first time. They made normal, passionate love. Karin heard the noise in the next room and froze when she heard the screams of BEN, BEN, BEN. She waited for the angry yelling, but none came. An awful feeling came over her. She peeked through the crack of the door and saw her friend riding high in the saddle, sliding up and down on Ben's solid prick. She closed the door quietly and smiled to herself. Sandi was happy at last. She would work the details out later. It was also at one of those high-class social gatherings that Sandi heard the first whispers of the upcoming annual President's Ball. The mention of that event electrified her. If she could find the event, she could find the elusive Sam Adams. Her heart in her throat, she began using all her investigative skills to ferret out the information she needed. She succeeded. --------------------------------------------- Abby was sitting at her desk when she visited by a Captain Billings from the Police Commissioner's Office. A flash of the badge proved the identity of the caller. "The president is out of the office until next week, Captain Billings." "That's OK. I just need some information about a person I'm trying to locate." "Sure, anything I can do to help." "Have you worked here long?" "About 10 years." "How long have you worked for the president?" "The whole time." Sandi looked at the young woman. She must have gone right to the top in a hurry. "What can you tell me about the President's Ball that's going on next week." Abby paled. No one outside of a very small group knew about the Ball. The policewoman's question scared her. She stiffened visibly. "Is this official business?" Sandi hesitated. "No," she confessed. She looked around the open office. "Can we go somewhere and talk privately?" Abby pushed a button on her phone to hold her calls. "Follow me." She led Sandi to a quiet conference room down the hall and closed the door behind her. Sitting down, she motioned for Sandi to take a seat. Sandi continued. "A dear friend - my best friend - met a man at the Ball several years ago and has been devastated since. I would like to see if I could get the two of them back together. If both parties agree, of course." Abby grinned. Another broken heart story. It happened every year. Which was why the men used aliases. Sandi went on. "I'm trying to reach a man who used the name 'Sam Adams.' I was hoping you could get in touch with him." Sandi had seen Abby's reaction to the mention of Sam's name. Abby had reached up to touch the tip of her nipples in a gesture similar to Karin's and her own since she had gotten her nipple rings. "Eureka!" thought Sandi. -------------------------------------------- The mention of Sam brought a twinge to Abby's pierced nipples. She had met Sam just over 10 years ago - at the President's Ball. She had agreed ahead of time to the bondage and pain that followed, because she had been attracted to the man and because she was young and reckless and wanted to try it. They had gone to the cabin in the mountains and she had gotten her golden rings. But there had been no spark, no chemistry, between them and, handsome and sexy as he was, Abby would not marry without love. She had not minded the pain, but had not repeated the visit to the cabin. He had hired her immediately because he could trust her to tell him the truth. She always had. She had kept the rings, too. At least, until she got engaged. She smiled to herself. When they were dating prior to her engagement, her husband, Eric, had been beside himself to feel her tits and to get her into bed. She always said 'No'. She didn't want him to see the rings and have to explain them. She would have told him the truth and it would have killed him. She even had to knee him in the groin once to cool him off. Then she had immediately dropped to her knees and sucked him off for the first time to make up for her kneeing him. She giggled at the memory. Her poor baby was so confused at her actions. She had continued to suck him at every opportunity, still did, in fact, and he quit trying to force her into bed. He still tried, but he respected her when she declined. Getting a first-class blow job as a refusal probably helped keep him interested. Unintentionally playing hard to get accelerated his proposal for marriage. When it came, she made him wait 24 hours for her answer. That made her even more mysterious and intriguing to him. She had gone into her boss' office early the next morning and closed the door. She sat in the chair across from his desk. He looked up smiling, and immediately came to sit beside her. He was a very sensitive man and sensed something was bothering her. "I want to get married." "Why, Abby, that's wonderful. It's Eric, right?" She nodded her head. "What's the problem?” "I still have the rings you gave me." "Oh, I see. Does Eric know?" "He's never even seen them." "Ah, I see better. And how can I help?" "I need to ask you if I may take them off." "Abby, I'm touched. Very touched. But, of course you may. Your heart belongs to another now. I have no claim on you." Abby looked up at the handsome man. "Yes, you do. You always will." He leaned over and kissed her gently. Rising, he went behind his desk and got a jeweler's tool to clip delicate wires. He held them out to her. She shook her head. "Would you do it?" She opened her blouse and lifted her tits up to him. He clipped first one ring and bent it slightly. It slipped easily from the hole. He repeated the process on the other ring. When he finished he continued to stare at the lovely breasts of his loyal secretary. Bending down, he placed a chaste kiss on the very tip of each. Looking up, he kissed away the tears slipping down her cheeks. "Thank you, Abby. I will always cherish these and the memories they symbolize." He placed the rings carefully in a jewelry box and put it in his pocket. "God, I feel naked." She looked down at her bare tits, unadorned with rings for the first time in several years. "You almost are!" "You know what I mean!" She giggled as she covered herself back up. She had told Eric 'Yes' that night and had dragged him to bed. He couldn't believe her change in attitude or her enormous appetite for sex. When he noticed her pierced, but ringless, nipples, he went wild. Something about them turned him on. Every time he saw, touched or thought about those tiny little holes, he got very hard and fucked her hard even harder. Even after they had been married for a couple of years they still turned him on. Abby was delighted. Eric assumed her pierced nipples were a holdover from her wild college days and he never asked her about them. She never told him differently. On their first anniversary, he brought her a small silver heart. For her left nipple. A heart for her heart She made him solder it on himself. The poor baby was so scared he would hurt her, he actually did. A little. The pain made it just a little more special. That night they fucked all night. Eric never got soft. The next day he came home at lunch and they fucked again. And then again that night. And the next lunch and so on. For several weeks. After that, all she had to do was to wear a tight top with no bra that showed the heart poking through the fabric and Eric would screw her silly. The next anniversary, she got him one. When he opened the box and saw what it was, he paled visibly. Swallowing, he said a weak 'Thank You' and tried to put it down. Abby held up a piercing tool she had borrowed and gave him a wicked grin. "Oh, I'm so glad you like it. We can do it now!" It took a half of a bottle of scotch, which she had also thoughtfully purchased ahead of time, and much cajoling before he bared his chest to the tool. She didn't waste time, but plunged it through and through before he realized what was going on. When he saw the blood, and finally felt the pain, he fainted dead away. But she was proud that he didn't scream. She heated the soldering iron and sealed the heart after she had looped it through the hole. He was still passed out. He found his ring as erotic as hers. He needed only to touch it, or brush up against something to get hard. And then he would fuck her hard. She loved it. Several days later Eric came in visibly upset. He had been playing basketball at the gym and was on the ‘skins’ team. The tiny heart had caused a near riot. First the guys razzed him. One guy got a fat lip when he went a little too far and called him gay. They all knew Abby and all the other wives and girlfriends, too. Finally, he had had to explain about her ring and his. This was his commitment to his wife, as he explained it. Eric didn't understand why his wife started crying, but he enjoyed what she did for him afterwards with her mouth. And with her pussy and her asshole later that night. She was a mad horny woman, suddenly. Abby had received the first curious call a couple of days later. One of the guy’s wives wanted to know if it was true, did it hurt, could she see it.... Abby laughed as she remembered the calls. Each one of the team’s wives or girlfriends had come over in turn, looked and eventually ended up in bed with Abby. Nothing serious, just good sex between girls. And all of them got pierced and came back to show her. And ended up in bed again. Some came back quite a few times. Abby told Eric about all of them. It excited him almost as much as the rings did. He told her when the next heart showed up on the basketball court, and then the others. The guys just grinned at her when they saw her now and reflexively touched their own rings. ---------------------------------------- "Abby!" Sandi's voice brought her back out of her trip down memory lane. She blushed. "Abby, do you know who Sam is?" She nodded that she did. "Could you ask him if he would agree to meet Karin Saunders?" "KARIN!?" Abby’s eyes were wide and she paled noticibly. "Oh! Do you know her?" "I, uh, I thought she was arrested for murder and was in prison. That's what I told him." "Someone else did it." "Oh God. Oh shit! Damn. I really fucked up! He, Sam, has been a miserable wreck since then, too. He hasn't dated or even flirted. Some times I have to check his breath with a mirror to see if he's alive. It's like he's not here, but he is, you know?" "I know exactly. No spark left, listless, half a person, yada-yada-yada. Karin is the same way most of the time. She thinks Sam abandon her." "Oh, no! Never! She must have been special. Oh, Go, I really messed up big time! But what can I do to help?" Sandi and Abby grinned as they both realized at the same time that they had all the pieces to a small, but difficult puzzle. They immediately put their heads together to begin planning a special reunion for the two forlorn lovers. Hell itself couldn't have stopped these two female cupids as they plotted to get their respective friends back together. Abby suddenly had several calls to make. Sandi called Sally, Karin's secretary. The plot had begun. ------------------------------------------ Karin was lunching today with her banker to discuss preparations for expanding to the international market and needed to confirm the letters of credit and the bank's support of the move. Sally had set this meeting up with the president of the bank himself, and Karin was nervous. She was still uncomfortable around lots of money. Even if it was hers. She sat in the waiting room nervously tapping her foot. She hadn't gotten around much after she started working. New buildings and places unsettled her. And Sally’s attitude today! She felt like she had been on inspection before Sally would let her go. She had even asked her if she had on clean underwear! What nerve! The secretary buzzed the president. "The CEO of Saunders, Inc. to see you, sir." "Show him in, please, Abby." The secretary smirked at the small joke she was playing on her boss. She was going to love to see his face when he saw this beautiful young woman walk into his office instead of an old man. "This way, please." She led Karin down to a huge door at the end of the hallway. She pushed open the door and walked in, shielding Karin from the man. She was just getting ready to introduce them when he froze. Karin had stepped into full view and his face looked like he had seen a ghost. He stood, the blood draining from his face, his mouth working but no sound coming out. She heard a small strangled cry behind her. Karin had seen her boss and stopped short. She had reflexively raised up her hand to caress the tips of her breasts. And she had called out “Sam,” except it came out stangled. "Oh, to be a fly on the wall right now!," Abby wished. It didn't come true, of course. Sensing retreat was the best thing to do, she silently closed the door securely and walked down the hall to her desk. She had a million things to do. Add another name to the guest list, cancel the rest of the appointments for ‘His Nibs’ but first she had to make that call to Jacki's Boutique. She dialed the stylish boutique on the first floor of the building. "Jacki, this is Abby in the bank. I need something special for the Ball tonight. ... No, not for me, once was enough. ... Oh, she's about 6 foot tall. ... Believe me, you'll have to send up your best stuff. This lady will outshine anything you have in the store. Perfect face, perfect body. ... The whole works, dress, necklace, shoes. ... Size 7 or 8. ... I trust you, Jacki. ... Oh, and throw in a pair of hiking boots and pair of shorts and a top. I have a feeling they'll be going to the cabin. ...Yeah, first time in a year! ... No, no underwear. I don't think she's going to need it. ... Well, they're in conference now, so around 6:00? ... Yeah, that kind of 'conference'. ... What? Oh, charge it to Peter Jones. He'll never notice." ------------------------------------------ Karin looked down at the name plate on the desk. "You're Peter Jones. I never knew your name." He paled. "Karin…" he started. "You didn't call." "I tried. They said Bill, your husband, was dead – murdered. They said you were in prison. I was away in Hong Kong and my secretary tried to get in touch with you the next day. The last I heard was that you were arrested for his murder. I should have tried harder, but I couldn’t get away, get back. I have been miserable without you. I didn't know K. Saunders was you. By the way, this is very impressive!," he said, lifting up the sheaf of research papers on his desk. She stood rooted to the spot. Tears streamed down her face. She had found him. But would he still want her? "Karin, come here." She brightened, smiling through her tears. She walked over to stand in front of him. He looked down at her as if considering something. He leaned over to the intercom and pushed button. "Abby, cancel the rest of my day." "I already have, sir." Peter walked over to the double doors and locked them. He crossed back to Karin and took her in his arms. They kissed deeply. As they kissed she quietly unbuttoned her blouse. She pulled the edges back to expose her bare breasts to his starched shirt and tucked it in her waist band to keep it out of the way. When she was done she threw her arms around his neck. She hung on like a drowning person to a life ring. She looked up into his eyes and smiled through her tears. "I love you, Peter Jones/ Sam Adams. I want to be with you." "Karin, do you remember the night we met? The President's Ball?" "Yes." "It's tonight. Would you like to go? I'm the host member this year. Since I was gone for the last one, they rescheduled me." His fingers found her bare breasts and he smiled down at her. A shiver ran through her as he fingered the gold rings. He pulled gently on them, stretching her tits as they talked. He felt the chain connecting them and pulled back to look at it. He nodded his approval as he tugged it lightly. "Ooohhh Sssam. With you?" "Yes and no." "What do you - OOOHHHHH - mean?" "You're a CEO now. You'll have to go as a member, not a date." "Oh. OOOOHHHH YYEESS!" She thought about it for a while during the erotic stimulation of her nipples. "Can a member dance with the host?" "It hasn't happened up until now, but there isn't a rule against it" She tightened her grip around his neck. He twisted the tips of her tits and she panted into his collar. Business was forgotten. "What are the rules?," she asked when she caught her breath. He explained them all, even the ones about the prize for the best looking date and the percentage for the host for all contract signed at the ball. "Sounds pretty sexist to me." But she had immediately thought of Sandi. Shit, would the rats run for cover if she brought a cop as a date! And there was the new girl in Finance that had caught her eye. She could win a prize, with a little help. Might be fun to get her into the dungeon afterwards, too.... She paused to think a minute and made a decision. "I'm in, but the first man who calls me a lesbian for trying to win the prize will be eating his balls for breakfast. Let everyone know that, OK?" "Yes, Ma'am!" "Any other rules?" "No, Ma'am!" She punched him playfully and then let her hands wander to his stiff prick. "Can I be naughty tonight?" "No. It wouldn't be appropriate as a member. Besides, I'd - Ooohhh, yes! -get jealous." She giggled. "Who shall I be?" "How about Geraldine Ferraro?, the Democratic VP nomination a while ago. She made it the farthest." " 'Gerri'. I like it." She was quiet, but her hands were working at breakneck speed. "Will 'Sam' be there?" "Yes. OOHH Damn, that's good!" "Can Sam and Gerri go to the cabin?" "As soon as the ball is over, but it's a long way up there. I don't know that Sam could wait." "That's OK. I've got a, uh, dungeon in my basement." He pulled back to look at her with a raised eyebrow. “Well equipped?” “Not as well equipped as you are, but it’s adequate.” “Close?” “Five minutes.” "Then ‘Sam’ and ‘Gerri’ will go there first, then the cabin." "Will he spank her.?' "Yes." "Hard?" "Yes." "Will he tie her up?" "Yes." "Tight?" "Yes." "The way she likes?" "Yes." "Will he fuck her?" "Yes, Ma’am!." "Hard?" "Yes." "Long?" "Yes." " and often?" "Yes. And, before she asks any more questions, in any orifice she wants." In a tiny little girl voice that cried out for arms to wrap her up she ask: "Can Peter fuck Karin now?" "Yes," he whispered quietly. She sobbed her relief. Her voice was still a whisper in his ear. "I haven’t – How do you – What orifice do you want, Peter? " "All of them." "They're yours, dearest. Only yours." He grinned at her as they slid to the floor in each other's tight embrace, oblivious to the world around them.