by S. J. Lewis
“Close enough,” Cheryl shrugged as she felt her tangled mane. She dropped the towel onto the floor and combed through her hair with her fingers, marginally reducing the tangled look. She smiled warmly at Marie and picked the second pair of handcuffs up off of the floor. She snapped then around one of her wrists with a deft flick. “I used to date a cop,” she chuckled. “He taught me a couple of things.” She reached both arms around behind her. Marie heard the metallic ratcheting sound as Cheryl finished cuffing herself.
“Let’s go, girlfriend.” Cheryl brushed past Marie and went to the door. She opened it with such ease that Marie suspected she’d been practicing. Cheryl stepped through the doorway, but Marie hesitated. She recalled what Cheryl had said about what was coming next. She licked her lips nervously. They felt dry. Her mouth felt dry too.
“You coming?” Cheryl asked as she paused to look back.
Marie sighed and followed after Cheryl. She kept her head down. It might be a little easier for her if she looked at the floor while the men were looking at her. She knew that the pose was submissive, but what difference could that make now? When Cheryl stepped up onto the mat again, Marie was right behind her. Only then could she bring herself to look up. Her heart sank. There were six men there now! Even Cheryl seemed daunted by this latest development. Marie wondered how many more men were going to show up before they let her go.
She couldn’t look at any of the men directly. She was sure that if she did she’d attract more attention than she was already getting. But she could peer at them out of the corners of her eyes. The two newcomers had apparently arrived wearing business suits, just like the others, but they’d already shed their jackets, ties and shoes. They looked very much like their predecessors: Middle-aged, prosperous and fit. One of them had a swarthy complexion, while the other had chocolate-brown skin. Both of them seemed to be regarding her with lustful interest. Marie wished her hands were free so that she could cover herself with them.
“Welcome back, ladies,” ‘A’ greeted them warmly. He turned to the other men. “This is our latest protégé, Cheryl,” he said, putting an arm around her. “And this,” he gathered up Marie in his other arm, “Is our latest guest. Tell the gentlemen your name, please.”
Marie felt her mouth go dry again. She licked her lips. “Marie,” she said. It came out in a husky whisper.
“Louder, please,” ‘A’ said. Marie looked up defiantly.
“Marie,” she repeated.
“As I said, Marie is our guest,” ‘A’ continued. “You all know the rules that apply to her.”
Marie saw the other men nod absently while their eyes drank in hers and Cheryl’s naked bodies. Marie swore she could feel their gazes crawling all over her. Well, if they wanted to look there wasn’t anything she could do to stop them, was there? She straightened her posture and drew her shoulders back a little, keeping her eyes fixed on an imaginary spot high on the far wall.
‘A’ unexpectedly turned her and Cheryl to face each other. He gripped each woman by her upper arm. They looked at each other. Marie tried to catch any expression from Cheryl that she knew what was going on, but Cheryl seemed just as clueless as she was.
“You two were in the showers for quite a while,” ‘A’ said. “We could hear you some times. Now I’d like the two of you to show us what you were doing back there.” He urged them closer to each other. After a moment of hesitation, Cheryl abruptly leaned forward to plant a kiss on Marie’s mouth. Startled, Marie gave a tiny yelp and tried to pull back. ‘A’ was too strong for her. All she managed to do was turn her head away. The men all laughed.
“Keep going, slave,” ‘A’ said. Cheryl bent over to take Marie’s nipple in her mouth. Marie bucked and squealed, but it was useless. Cheryl sucked and licked her nipple until it swelled up, and then switched her attentions to the other nipple. Marie could feel herself blushing. In fact, it felt as if her skin was on fire all over. Cheryl kept working her nipple until it was just as puffy and swollen as the first and then straightened up, licking her lips lasciviously. She had a nasty little smile on her face. Marie couldn’t bear to look at her.
“Return the favor,” ‘A’ urged.
Marie found that she could at least glare at Cheryl now. Cheryl tilted her chin up defiantly and threw her shoulders back, all but shoving her breasts into Marie’s face. Marie bent forward as Cheryl had and fastened her mouth on a nipple. She not only sucked on it, she swirled her tongue around and around the sensitive nubbin until she heard Cheryl moan. Then she nipped at it lightly with her teeth, making her friend yelp. She quickly turned to the other nipple, already partly swollen, and gave it the same treatment. She could feel Cheryl trying to pull back, but that didn’t work for her any better than it had for Marie. As Marie straightened up she gave Cheryl a nasty little smile of her own.
“Well done,” ‘A’ laughed. He let go of the two women and gave each rump an affectionate pat. “Now, ladies, kneel down, back to back for us.”
Marie thought she knew what to expect as she got onto her knees. Once more, she was surprised. No sooner had she and Cheryl settled down after a little awkward business over where to put their legs than she was suddenly blindfolded with a thick and heavy black cloth. She heard a startled little noise from Cheryl and realized that her friend must have been similarly blindfolded. She felt the cloth being tightly knotted at the back of her head. Now she couldn’t see a thing.
“I heard that we’d have two girls here tonight,” Marie heard an unfamiliar voice. “If one of ‘em is a newbie it might not work out too good.”
“Don’t worry.” ‘A’ replied. “Holly will be joining us a little later, after her date.”
“Oh, okay. That’ll work. That girl fucks like a mink.”
Marie heard Cheryl make a muffled noise, followed by a series of muffled grunts, and realized that her friend was dealing with another cock in her mouth. She opened her own mouth halfway, wondering if the same rules applied to her in this room as applied to Cheryl. Almost immediately a heavy male hand came down on her head and she felt the head of a cock between her parted lips.
“Just hold still, girl,” she heard a deep male voice say. “I’m just gonna fuck your mouth for a little bit ‘til I get hard. The other girl’s gonna have to do the swallowin’.”
The sense of relief that Marie felt immediately dissipated when whoever the man was thrust his cock deep into her mouth…too deep! She immediately began choking and gagging. Rather than pull completely out of her mouth to let her recover, the man only pulled back a bit. After Marie had settled down, he began fucking her mouth, but more gently and not as deeply. Remembering what Cheryl had told her, Marie held still for him, but whimpered and whined and made small noises of complaint the whole time. As near as she could tell, the man liked it. Behind her, she could hear Cheryl being even noisier. She heard Cheryl’s attacker groan and the muffled indignant squeals from Cheryl as he came in her mouth. Then her own attacker was gone, his place immediately taken by another man, and Cheryl began those high-pitched nasal complaints again.
Marie wondered if she was going to have to make all of the men hard. It felt very strange having to suck anonymous cocks, and it felt strangely exciting to think that ‘A’ was watching her performance, even if she had no way of knowing if he actually was. Still, the thought made it easier for her to deal with her role. With each whimper, each whine, each little grunt she made, she imagined ‘A’ watching her closely and remembering how she had submitted to him and given him pleasure in the dark in the small closed room.
When only three men wound up using her mouth for foreplay, she felt relieved. She was starting to get a bit lightheaded from the serial cocksucking. Happy that she had not had to swallow anything, she knelt on the mat gasping and panting, more for the benefit of ‘A’, if he was watching her, than out of any real need. She kept her head up, her mouth open and her shoulders back as she listened to Cheryl’s noisy, futile, entirely faked struggles with the latest man who wanted he
r mouth. She heard the man groaning, over and over again, and Cheryl sounding angrily violated as she had to deal with a third mouthful to swallow.
A little bit after the last man had used Cheryl, Marie felt her friend leaning back against her, gasping and huffing. Marie was fairly sure that Cheryl wasn’t acting now. She braced herself to give Cheryl some support. Cheryl’s hand groped and took her fingers in a loose, almost limp grip, and squeezed lightly, as if in thanks for that.
Marie could hear movement in the big room, and sometimes men’s voices, but for some time no one seemed to come near her or Cheryl, not even to cop a quick feel. At first it seemed a relief, but as the situation dragged on she started to feel uneasy, wondering if some new thing was going to be perpetrated on her. Then she heard the sound of shuffling cards and the clink of poker chips.
“Twenty.”
“Call.”
“I’ll see your twenty, and raise you ten.”
“Fold.”
“I’m out.”
“Ten more to me? I’ll see you and raise you another ten.”
“Fold.”
“Call.”
Now she could also smell cigar smoke. Had this turned into some regular Friday night poker game? She wanted to ask Cheryl, but it seemed wiser to keep quiet. Maybe she could risk asking in a whisper? More than anything else, Marie wanted to know how much longer they planned on keeping her here. It was getting boring just kneeling her on the mat and apparently being ignored, and she was starting to feel hungry again. It had to be getting late, and she wasn’t keen on the idea of serving as a bit of background ornamentation for a poker game. She wasn’t keen on the idea of waiting patiently until one of the poker players wanted to play with her again either. She’d had enough of this.
“I want to go!” she called out.
“What?” She didn’t recognize the voice that asked the question.
“I want to go!” she called out more loudly. “I’m done! I want to go now!”
“What the hell…” one of the poker players began angrily.
“No, she’s right.” Marie jumped as she recognized his voice, so close that he must have been standing silently right in front of her, unseen and unsuspected until now.
“She’s a newbie, remember?” ‘A’ went on. “We don’t get to keep her indefinitely. She can leave when she wants.”
“Oh. Right,” another man said. “But that leaves us with just one playmate.”
“Holly should be here soon,” ‘A’ reminded him. “I think we can manage until she gets here.
“Yeah. I guess we’ll let ‘er go then.”
“I’ll take care of it,” ‘A’ said. “Up we go, girl.”
Marie felt him take her by her upper arm and lift. He helped her to her feet. At first, Marie thought that he’d remove her blindfold and handcuffs, but instead he ushered her off of the mat and onto the hardwood floor, probably steering her back to the inevitable showers. She had a sudden impulse to resist, but he was going to let her go, wasn’t he? Maybe he wanted just a little more private time with her before he did that. She let it go. The touch of his hand on her body was still exciting enough for her to put any and all questions or misgivings aside. She let him guide her. The sound of the door to the showers was instantly recognizable, as was the sudden chill touch of the tiles on her feet as she stepped through the door. ‘A’ propelled her a little further into the locker room and then let go of her arm. She stopped and stood where she was. She heard the door shut and her heart stuttered. Was he planning to do something to her back here where no one could see? If he was, would she mind it at all? Now she felt more excited than hungry.
He pushed her gently back against a wall before he removed the blindfold. Marie blinked. The overhead light seemed somehow brighter than she remembered. He put his hands on her shoulders, and she looked up at his face, still blinking. He seemed to be trying to keep his face expressionless, but she could see a lingering hunger in his eyes. She gulped.
“I want to see you again,” he said. He was standing so close, and yet not quite close enough.
“I’m not coming down here again,” Marie shook her head. “Not ever.”
He laughed without taking his eyes from hers. “That’s not what I meant anyway,” he said. “I want to see you, Marie.”
“You mean like…a date?”
He laughed again. It was a booming laugh that echoed off of the tiles as he threw his head back. “You can call it that, if you want,” he smiled down at her. “But I have more in mind than just taking you to dinner and a play.”
“Oh.” Marie gulped again. She felt simultaneously thrilled and worried at his words. She’d apparently sunk her hook into him after all. Did he know how deeply he had hooked her?
He moved the tiniest bit closer to her. He took her head in his hands and stared into her eyes.
“Tell me ‘no’, and I won’t,” he said. “Tell me ‘no’, and you can go, and we’ll never see each other again.”
Marie tried to speak. The situation almost seemed ludicrous, but at the same time… Her heart was pounding. She was sure he could feel it, maybe even hear it.
“I can’t,” she said at last. “She would have looked down, away from his eyes, if she could. “I can’t tell you ‘no’.”
He bent forward to kiss her on her forehead. “I will call you,” he said. “Now, let’s get those cuffs off of you.”
***
It was dark outside, and windy, with a damp chill that struck right to your bones. Marie climbed the steps to the door of her apartment building. He had let her dress herself, but he had kept her underwear, and she felt exposed as well as chilly. At least she had a long, heavy coat. Without it, she would have been in mortal fear of a gust of wintry wind blowing her skirt up.
“You don’t have to do this,” she turned her head to speak to the cabbie who was following along just behind her.
“Yeah, I do lady,” he replied. “I got instructions. I gotta make sure you get home all right.” He was built like a fireplug. His gray hair was cut so short that in the right light it looked more like a coating of frost. His nose had been broken some time in the past, and there was a curved scar over his left eye. He smiled at her. As rough as he looked, his smile was warm and reassuring. “Just let me do my job, okay?”
“All right,” Marie sighed. “Are you going to walk me to my door too?”
The cabbie shook his head and chuckled. “This ain’t too bad a neighborhood,” he said, “But even so I ain’t gonna leave my cab alone for that long. The door to the building’s got a lock, right? And you’ve got a key?”
“Well, yes,” Marie nodded.
He shrugged. “So I walk you to that door and I wait ‘til I hear it lock behind you. Could we get on with it, please? It’s friggin’ cold out tonight.”
“I feel like I should tip you something.”
“Lady, I told you: It’s all taken care of.”
Chapter Five
The weekend came and went. So did Marie’s Saturday-night date, which turned out even less well than she had feared it would. The handsome young graphic artist had been pursuing her for months with such earnest sincerity that she’d finally agreed to go out with him against her better judgment.
To be perfectly fair to poor Jason, the date might not have seemed so flat and uninteresting if she hadn’t crept down below that Friday night to see for herself what Cheryl had been rhapsodizing about. As it was, though, Jason had done himself no favors. They went first to see an ‘experimental’ play. The experiment seemed to be finding out just how much babbling nonsense anyone in the audience would put up with before they got up and left. Jason wanted to stay all the way through it, and Marie humored him. When they got up to leave she noticed that at least half of the original crowd had not been so obliging.
Dinner had fallen short of being a disaster, but not by much. She discovered that Jason believed in organic food. He didn’t just like it: He believed in it as if it were a sacrament, and
insisted on taking her to an upscale restaurant that served only organic food. As she picked at her meal, Marie had wondered what the big deal was. She’d had better tasting and less expensive food in much less pretentious places that had no special conceits about what was and was not fit to eat. The conversation she had with Jason during dinner had been about as bland as the food.
But Jason really sank himself at the very end of the date. He had just walked her up to the door of her apartment building and stood there looking at each other awkwardly.
“May I kiss you good night?” Jason asked.
She’d looked at him, into those sincere and earnest and oblivious and clueless eyes. As far as she was concerned, if a man wanted to kiss his date good night, he should just go for it, boldly and bravely risking rejection. Jason’s approach was neither bold nor brave. In fact, it seemed downright squishy.
“No,” she’d replied. “Good night, Jason.” She didn’t even look back at him as she’d unlocked the door and gone into her apartment building. That night, for the first time in some time, she’d taken her old battery-powered vibrator to bed with her and used it until she was spent, quivering and panting. All the while she’d been using it she’d been thinking of ‘A’.
But he didn’t call, or even leave a message on her answering machine that Saturday. Marie shrugged and supposed that he was busy with Cheryl’s ‘training’, and whatever that entailed.
He didn’t call or leave a message on Sunday either, and Marie felt sadly disappointed. Surely he wasn’t needed for Cheryl’s training all weekend? When she thought of how special she had tried to make their brief encounter in that dark, dark room she felt more than a little foolish even as the memory made her face burn and her body tingle. Maybe he had just picked up on how attracted she was to him and had parlayed that into a sweet little blowjob. Maybe he’d already begun to forget her.
Marie’s heart sank as she considered that possibility. She didn’t have the same curves as Cheryl had, and she’d always thought she was too skinny to attract men anyway. Oh, her body was undeniably female, but she truly believed that her breasts were too small and her hips too slender to turn men’s heads, even if she was wearing a bikini. Her legs were good, and her face was certainly pretty, with large, expressive hazel eyes, pert nose and full lips…it was just the area between her neck and her thighs that left her feeling inadequate. Was that why ‘A’ had left the lights off in that room? So he could fantasize about some other, more voluptuous woman pleasuring him? Worrying about such things made Sunday a miserable time for her. That night, she went to bed early, and once more she took her vibrator with her. But now the batteries were weak, and it almost took more effort than it was worth for her to give herself an orgasm, all the while imagining his face, his hands, his body, his eyes.
