“Dawson, right?”“Yes sir; Bob Dawson.”“No sirs please; call me Jim” and he offered his hand and I shook it. Constance stood there smiling at me like I had just passed a test of some sort as Mr. Camebridge walked away. She reached for my hand and said:“Our turn now Mr. Two Left Feet.”She led me out onto the dance floor and then moved into my arms. I wasn’t a bad dancer and Constance and I moved well together. I had the ever present hard on and tried to keep myself far enough away from her so it wouldn’t be poking her, but she knew what I was trying to do. She was smiling at me, but the look in her eye was pure evil and she pulled me tight against her and felt what I was trying to keep away from her.“You don’t want the people here thinking that my date doesn’t have the hots for me do you?”“Why are you doing this to me” I managed to croak out.”“Because I can and it is fun.”She ground her leg against my erection and said “Tell me you don’t want me. Tell me you don’t want to shove
“One of those you wanted me to stand between?”“Exactly and you did a marvelous job of it.”One of my questions, or maybe both of them, were answered in the course of the evening. People kept coming by the table to say hi to Constance. It turned out that she was the secretary/treasurer of one of the charities that would be receiving funds from the affair. And, as mentioned before, Jim was a big supporter of charities and that’s probably how they knew each other.When things started breaking up I took Constance home. I walked her to her door and as I turned to leave she grabbed me and kissed me. Not a peck on the cheek, but lip to lip and it made me weak in the knees. She broke it and said:“Thank you Bob. I had a great time. See you at work on Monday.”I didn’t even make it a block from her place before I had to pull over to the curb and relieve myself. I spent the weekend remembering that Friday night and wishing to God that Constance was not married.Monday at work Constance was her
The next day at work Constance dropped hints to the other girls in the office. I have no idea what she said, but I started getting looks from my co-workers I’d never gotten before. At lunch I sat with Constance in the breakroom and I was treated to nasty glances from Gary and Ron and speculative glances from Alice, Mae and Belinda.Twice during the day Constance and I had occasion to be close and both times we touched and exchanged quick kisses. Just a quick one on the lips, but it was seen by several people. Friday was a repeat of Thursday and as we left work Constance said to me in front of a couple of our co-workers:“I’m really looking forward to spending the weekend with you lover.”I spent the weekend with April, my friend with benefits, and she got the benefit of all the sexual frustrations that Constance had built into me over the previous week.Monday, Tuesday and during the day Wednesday we repeated what we had done the previous Thursday and Friday. Wednesday at Antonio’s Co
“How about it babe” he said as he worked it; “Think you can take it?”“I don’t think I can take it all, but maybe I could if it was two inches shorter” and her hand came out of her purse. The ‘snick’ of the spring-loaded switchblade knife opening hadn’t even faded when two things happened. The first was that the guy was already five feet away and running as if his life depended on getting the hell away from Constance (which in a way I suppose it did) and the second thing was the thought that instantly entered my mind.“No way she needs me around for protection! Something ain’t right here Bobby; something ain’t right at all.”I was standing there staring at Constance and she shrugged and put the knife away. As she did it I noticed a lanyard hanging from the end of it and hanging from the lanyard was a little black cylinder which I recognized. I’d bought one for Amber way back when. It was a spray tube of Mace. Yes indeed Bobby; there was something rotten in Denmark. And I intended to f
“Why so?”“Once over me she could fire my butt if I piss her off somewhere along the way.”“I very much doubt that will happen.”Then we dropped the conversation about Constance and talked about my new job and the logistics of the change.If was after four when I left Jim’s office and I decided to call it a day. I had just come down the stairs and into the lobby and was heading for the door when the elevator door opened and Constance came out. She saw me and asked me where I was going.“Home to soak in a hot tub Mrs. Frederick. Relax and clear my mind. I have some major decisions to make and I find it easier to do when I’m relaxed.”At that exact instant I decided on how I was going to let Constance know I was onto her. As I opened the door to leave is said:“Oh, by the way; I was happy to hear that you approved of my promotion” and then I was out the door and on the way to my car. I half expected to hear “Wait Bob” and then her hurrying to catch up to me, but that didn’t happen. As I
I never woke when the sleep gas filled the building. When I did I was wearing a shock collar and restraints. That did not stop me from breaking the legs of two men and killing a third. It was only the shock collar that stopped me and even then the slaver knew he could never trust me.My name is Daniel Fox and my father was a powerful merchant and he had enemies. My kidnaping and enslavement was meant to break him. They must not have known him well, I did and knew he would begin to hunt those that had done this. For the three week trip I was kept in a cage naked and whipped several times a day.They used a neural disrupted and took vids to send to my father. By the time I was shoved out onto the stage in a port market I was bruised and battered. I wore ankle restraints and my wrists were locked in a restraint bar. The world was rogue and the men and women thieves and worse. I looked at the people through swollen eyes as the slave master started the bidding.The people laughed and joked
I went all the way to the port and set down in an area with warehouses. We left the vehicle and I started looking for a way onto the port. It took several hours before I saw a way in. We used an emergency ladder up to a fire door on the second floor of a warehouse. From there I led Zara along a narrow ledge and over the fence and sonic barrier.At the far end of the building was a set of stairs for an officer door. We walked down and I peeked around the corner before leading Zara away. It was dark and only a few lights were on at the warehouses. I found an open door and pulled Zara in and searched. In one corner was a break area with food machines and I used a couple of credit sheets.We ate and drank and even used the fresher before we left. It took a few hours to work our way through and out of the collection of warehouses. Once I saw the huge tarmac and the distant ships in the dark I started for them. A check of a port cart showed it would need a password to start.We started walk
I live for my senses.Touch, sound, smell, taste and sight. I am a very sensitive person. Not one who is moody, but one who enjoys having my senses stimulated.Especially touch and sound.Harsh touches and cracking sounds.Nothing thrills me more than a harsh blow waking up my nerve endings or the magical sound of something hitting my flesh. To be restrained while it is happening is even better.As far back as I can remember, I have always been that way. I remember as a kid I'd dream that someone had me bound in some fashion while making me squirm with what they were doing to me.I was captured by Indians and tortured.A street gang would grab me off the street and it would be gang-bang time, complete with bonds and hours of sex.I'd be transported back in history and get abducted by a ship load of pirates that knew how to treat a captive.I'd dream of a future husband being a very demanding man who knew how to keep his wife in line with ropes, whips and cock.And what became of these