“You are being a very bad girl.” Kristen was tossed on the floor of an empty room. She sat on the floor rubbing her thigh where she landed on it. The bouncer leaned over her. “Sit up.” She complied and he abruptly put a black hood over her head.
A few minutes later the hood was pulled off and she was relieved to see Karl standing there. His eyes were very dark. She noticed his perfect hair was now messy, his tie was loosened, and his suit coat was not on him. “Are you trying to embarrass me in front of my friends? What is it? What are you expecting?”
“I don’t know Karl? I know I want you, and I don’t know why?” Karl pulled her off the floor and half-smiled as he stood her up in front of him. Then with no emotion, he stiffly put his hand on her shoulder and took her into another room.
There was a bed in there. It had restraints attached to each side. He put Kristen on the bed and buckled the brown leather straps around her wrists and her ankles. Karl said “I don’t know whether to have sex with you or kill you! I don’t know what to do with you.” He walked out of the room.
The anticipation was driving Kristen crazy. She tested the straps and knew she could slip out of the ones on her hands if she wanted to.
It had not been long before three men walked into the room. They were all clean-shaven and wearing dark, expensive business suits. They looked to be in their fifties.
The trio stood in the corner by the door watching her. One lit up a cigarette and tapped the ashes on the floor. Kristen did not say anything. She was scared and felt like they were making some kind of decision about her. She thought they might be the group from the other night.
A woman was screaming in the room next her. Kristen wondered if she was going to be taken into there.
One of the men turned off the overhead lights. They continued standing there and Kristen could see the glow of the cigarette every time it was inhaled. The air was very quiet. There were muffled moans coming through the ventilation system. They seemed like they were far away.
Kristen started slipping her hands out of the restraints. The buckles made noise. The man with the cigarette flicked it on the floor and turned the lights on. With no expression on their faces, they left the room. Karl came back in. “You need to grow up and stop playing games” he said while loosening her ankle cuffs. “I told you, this is not for you.” He led her into a large room where one man and two women were tied up to three metal racks that were shaped like crosses. They all wore long black veils over their faces. It resembled the Crucifixion and Kristen could tell that no one looked like they were enjoying it. Their male dominants were standing next to them and were dressed in black hooded executioner outfits.
The pair quickly passed through and Karl brought her upstairs. “Kristen, you are not to call me again. Understand?” She kept her head down and nodded. Karl opened the front door and she walked out.
Kristen waited the whole week and the following months for Karl to phone her. It never happened. She couldn’t get him out of her mind. It made her restless knowing that she could not have him. It was maddening he wouldn’t call her!
More than ever, Kristen could feel that she was becoming a different person. It was a strange sensation that she could not control. To her, there was now nothing more seductive than slow dancing with danger. It left her with an unfulfilled hunger for new thrills.
6 BOTTOM FEEDER
You could tell spring was coming at some point because Kristen had an irresistible need to party and it was only a Tuesday night. She tried to rally her friends to the cause, but there were no takers. Even though it was the first week of February, the cold air was lingering under the thirty-degree mark and the ground was still frozen stiff.
As Kristen walked to her car she could feel the wind nipping at her legs. She drove to the only spot she thought an abundance of humans might be present on a work night. It was called The Patio, and it was a very popular outside bar during the summer. It was also located near the airport, so you could always be assured that plenty of married men from out of town would be there, especially whenever a convention was in town.
Kristen noticed there was no valet and parked herself. As she walked through the front door the only one to greet her was the warmth of the building. It definitely was an off-night. There were only a handful of people sitting at the bar and one bartender on duty. He gave Kristen a free drink and she walked to the middle of the room to sit down at a table. As Kristen sipped slowly, she lowered her eyes and subtly observed the scene. She quickly surmised that there was no one interesting to look at. Kristen started gulping her drink and was ready get out of there.
Just when she started pulling out her seat to leave, she felt someone put their hand on the back of it and push it back in. A male voice behind her laughed, “Whoa, where are you going?” He came around the table and sat on the other side of her. “What are you doing out tonight?” Don’t you work?” Kristen looked at him like she was ready to insult him and then she stopped.
He was very, very, good looking and probably rich. He was dressed in a dark gray business suit and had a wonderful head of light brown hair styled perfectly. “This place is a drag,” Kristen buried herself deep into her glass muffling the words.
“Oh, it’s not that bad,” the stranger replied. “I’m Robert, I am from Los Angeles. Where else is there to go on a Tuesday around “This here horse town?” Do you want to go downtown for some jazz? I have a driver outside.”
“My Mummy told me not to talk to strangers”, Kristen coyly answered. “I’m saving my energy and staying here because I’m going downtown tomorrow with my girlfriends. You can go by yourself, I am sure you will be just fine.” Kristen turned her back on him, walked over to the bar and shoved her half empty glass toward the bartender.
The stranger walked up “Here let me get that. Make it a double for the lady and give me a Jack straight up,” he said to the bartender and pushed his way in, clearing off the ashtrays and glasses on the bar.
Kristen looked annoyed, “You’re not from around here are you? Why should I even bother talking to you? You’ll just be on a plane tomorrow.” “No, I’m here for a while; I’m setting up a new division for my company in Chicago. The babes are stuck with me for now. I’m going to become a fixture and make some lives miserable.”
He emptied his drink down his throat as the bartender handed one to her. “Hey! You look like a party girl. I’ve got a limo. Let’s go downtown!” Kristen took a look at him and figured he was harmless. She was really bored and the evening's outlook looked pretty dismal so she said “OK, I’m game!” He pulled her coat off the back of her bar chair and gently put it around her shoulders, almost like he was hugging her. He hooked his arm around hers, and as he led her out the door, he grabbed her drink and handed it to her.
The temperature had dropped during the short time Kristen was in there. Robert pulled her closer to him. The driver emerged and opened the door for them. As they neared the limo they stepped on a thin sheet of ice and both of them flipped backward together landing on the ground with their heavy coats softening the blow. It was almost comical, and she managed not to spill her glass.
The limousine was warm and the leather smelled great. Robert reached down and pulled out a bottle of vodka and glasses from the bar. “Martini, my dear?” “Yes, thank you”, she said as she put her other drink to the side.
The limousine slowly turned around to take off in the opposite direction of the city. Kristen said "Where are we going? I want to go to Chicago!" Robert replied "So you just came in here with me for that, I’m hurt.” Kristen said “Well, that was the only reason that I did agree to do this.” Robert said “I am sorry, but I need to go back to my hotel first." Kristen yelled to the driver to stop, then she opened the car door and laughed “Nice try. Not happening.” She walked back into the bar while Robert’s mouth hung open watching her.
The rest of the week blurred by and the new we
ek started up without much happening. Valentine’s Day was today and Kristen had no current love to celebrate with. Kristen thought about Robert. He was so handsome! She figured he was mad at her for ditching him. It didn’t matter anyway, he was from out of town and she would probably never see him again.
That evening some of her girlfriends, who also did not have permanent boyfriends at the time, joined her to go downtown for Valentine’s dinner and some bad Lounge music. Her friend Ashley drove the group to their favorite place on Rush Street and they commandeered a choice table by the piano player. They all ordered Chocolate Martinis. Being as it was Valentine’s, the place was packed with dates and the Rose Girls circled about.
Kristen was sipping her martini when one of those girls walked up and handed her a large American Beauty. Kristen looked surprised, not pleased. “OK. What jerk sent this over?’’ She looked around the room. As she was turning her head back, Robert slipped in from the side holding his finger to his lips to indicate to her friends not to say anything. Her girlfriends remained quiet and watched.
Kristen saw him and blurted “Oh, no!” “Another round for the girls” he said as he winked at all of them. “And bring some more roses too. And let’s get some Dom and
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