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Maude/Madeleine Part 9

A special event in Mistress Pickles' household
In the following months I entertained many guests at Mistress Pickles’ house and my First Lady was a regular visitor. She sometimes liked to take both Maria, to whom I had become exceeding close, and me to her room and we would entertain her together. Mistress Pickles’ salon had become well known amongst ladies of class and, of course, a certain inclination.

One evening we were in the salon, playing charades as I recall, when the Mistress arrived with Jenkins and asked us all to sit and pay attention. I sat with Maria upon a chaise longue and awaited our Mistress’s words.

‘This house has welcomed and entertained many fine ladies during the recent years. Some of those ladies are, as some of you will recognise, born to the greatest of our country’s families. We have been and continue to be most successful and all of you will reap the benefits of your labours if or when you choose to retire. I have had my new secretary,’ (this was Eleanor, who replaced me in that role), ‘prepare for each of you a brief summary of the monies held by me to your accounts. Do not be alarmed, this is not indicating that I wish any of you to leave, quite the contrary. I felt only that you should see for yourselves how your fortunes are building against the day of your retirement.

‘I have to announce this evening that we are honoured to have been asked to fulfill a particularly important function for one rather special family. Since you will all recognise certain members of that family on the day I have been allowed to give you some particulars.

‘On Saturday of next week we are to entertain members of Lady Chatterton’s entourage.’

Here she paused as a murmur went through the assembled ladies. Lady Chatterton was a noted individual of extremely high birth. She was also a thorn in the side of the government, led at that time by Lord North, speaking as she often did about the appalling treatment afforded the poor and, in particular, poor women and children.

‘Her Ladyship, as those of you who read will know, is a bold advocate of improvement in this country of ours but you will not know that she shares our Sapphic interests. In fact I have been led to understand that her household resembles our own in some ways.

‘This very morning, my dear Jenkins admitted to my sitting room her Ladyship’s secretary, Lady Broadmoor. It was she who explained to me that her Ladyship intends to take one of her entourage as, as it were, a wife. It seems,’ she said smiling, ‘that her Ladyship is more Maria than Bella.’

This occasioned huge laughter from us. Maria, as I have said before is masculine and inclined to wield rather than receive the dildo. Bella is, of all of us, the most feminine. She is beautiful, with blonde hair to her backside and full breasts, the teats of each being adorned with golden rings. She is probably the most popular lady in the house.

‘Lady Broadmoor has asked if we will provide a discreet venue for the ceremony that will be held to mark this, to provide a feast, a glittering ball and entertainment. It is some years since we used the ballroom for any similar purpose and in this instance I am assured that no expense is to be spared to ensure the success of the event.

‘The “marriage” will be conducted in the privacy of my private apartment and the ladies of her household will use our guest rooms as their accommodation. Eleanor and Jenkins will arrange ball gowns for each of you and we shall employ a small musical ensemble to provide the music. I shall address you further nearer the time but I expect you to remain utterly silent about this without these walls, to assist in the preparations and ensure the success of the day for our most illustrious guest. This is an honour for us all and we must make every effort.’

The ensuing days were a flurry of activity. We all set to to re-open the ballroom, remove dustsheets and clean. The ballroom was not a vast space but big enough for the entertainment of the 40 or so people who would be in attendance. None of us had been engaged in such menial duties since attaining our status as ladies of the house but no objections were made. There was a sense of excitement amongst us all. Jenkins was like a military general, ordering here, commanding there, scolding and cajoling us into frenzied effort. Such effort indeed that if Maria and I shared a cot, as we oft did, we rarely indulged in anything more than a kiss and sleep, so tired were we.

It was on the Friday before the great occasion that the Mistress addressed us once more. We had all been fitted for our dresses which were now hanging under Jenkins’ guardianship in her wardrobe room. Each had been provided new shoes and undergarments of the finest quality and allure.

The Mistress clapped her hands.

‘You have all done well. The house is ready. Now, I must give you some final instructions. The musical ensemble, which consists exclusively of ladies I may say, will arrive at 7pm. The ceremony will have been concluded by then and during the afternoon you will all remain either here in the salon or in your own rooms, alone.’

Here she looked particularly at Maria and me as we sat together. The other ladies laughed and I blushed.

‘At 8 pm precisely you will assemble in the ballroom and you will be dressed and ready. Jenkins will visit each of you to ensure you are ready and any who is not will be thrashed on Monday! I will make an important stipulation at this juncture. During the feast and ball there will be no activity other than dancing and conversation of the most appropriate kind, no mention will be made of the “wedding” and none concerning the activities of this household. The musical ensemble is not privy to our secrets and shall remain in that condition. If it becomes apparent that any of you breaches this rule you will be sent to your room and not released until Monday for your thrashing. Is that clear?’

We all murmured our agreement. If discipline were needed it was never exercised on the Lord’s day. Thrashings had been exceeding rare in my time in the house but were, in the case of serious offences, conducted by Jenkins in front of us all. I suspect she was aroused by this.

‘The music will end, according to her Ladyship’s instructions, at 10.30 when the ensemble will be escorted from the premises. Once the musicians have left and assuming Lady Chatterton’s guests wish it the normal entertainments of this house will follow.

‘I expect you to behave impeccably, like ladies of the best breeding. You have all had elocution lessons, although some might suspect that Grace’s teacher lacked efficiency.’ This occasioned more laughter for although capable of speaking correctly, Grace many a time lapsed to her natural cockney.

‘You have all been schooled in dance, behaviour and deportment. Do NOT let me down.’

Maria and I retired together, knowing we should each be denied the company of the other on the morrow and in the snugness of her bed she held me.

‘Now, my love, she said as she caressed my naked body, ‘do you think I should give you some preparatory lessons for the work ahead of you tomorrow?’

And so she did. And, oh, how she did. Like that first time she had come to my bed and before Jenkins had so precipitately intruded upon us, she took me slowly and passionately leading me to a wonderful climax of delight that I almost swooned. It took me a few moments to recover enough and become able to slide down her gorgeous lithe body and suckle at her nub and be rewarded by her arching back and moans of ecstasy. We slept the sleep of the truly sated.

The following day was spent in further preparation. By noon all was considered ready for the great event and the ballroom was declared fit for the festivities. During the afternoon we were sent to our own rooms to rest, I even slept a while, then with Jenkins marshaling us like soldiers, we bathed and dressed and prepared ourselves for the evening to come. We waited in our finery and in our own rooms until just before 8 we made our way to the ballroom. The musical ensemble was already playing and, in a side room, food was laid out for the guests.

We stood in a reception line and then Clorinda, one of the more recent arrivals in the household and who was dressed as a footman, opened the large double doors of the room and Lady Chatterton and her bride entered, followed by some twenty other ladies. We applauded as she paraded her ‘wife’ through the avenue we had created, curtsied as the ‘bride and groom’ passed us and followed them to the side room. We then formed a semi-circle around them Together they cut a cake and we applauded again.

The ladies of Lady Chatterton’s household and of Mistress Pickles’ household mingled and took of the dainty dishes laid out upon the long table. It was a groaning board and Jenkins oversaw the replenishment of those dishes by the house’s serving girls as necessary. Wine was carried to us on silver trays and carried by servants from both households. It was a glittering affair, candelabra sparkling in the candlelight, soft music and a hubbub of conversation. Mistress Pickles was elegant and amicable but her gimlet eyes watched over us all.

The dancing was well ordered. The women of each household had by the time it began become friendly and no doubt this was aided by the wine which had flowed. There was no unseemly activity but courtly dancing and perhaps some minor flirtations were apparent. One lady repeatedly passed me and, in doing so, brushed against my arm which was gloved above the elbow in dark blue silk. The first time, perhaps also the second, I assumed it was accidental but by the third and from the look in her eyes I knew it was deliberate. I was in a quandary. The woman was beautifully and gorgeously attired in crimson. Her hair was as black as night and shone in the candlelight, as did her eyes through the net of a small veil she wore. She too wore gloves but hers ascended almost to her shoulders which were bare to her neck, her bodice appearing to be artfully boned. She was tall. Not as tall as Maria but well above my own height and her body was clearly well proportioned if discreetly dressed.

My quandary was that my natural inclination would have been to return her lascivious gaze but the Mistress’s enjoinder that we should behave in a decorous manner until the musicians had left restrained my natural inclination.

I sat out the next dance and went to take more wine and she followed me. I took a glass from the tray held out for me and handed it to her. Her hand lingered on mine. I pulled my hand away in order to take a glass for myself then moved away from the servant, she following me.

‘Madam,’ I said politely, ‘We are constrained by our Mistress’s instruction to behave with the utmost decorum until the musicians have departed.’

‘Then I apologise for compromising you. I wanted, however to make my intentions plain.’

‘I am flattered, My Lady, and would not dream of appearing to be unwelcome of your attentions in different circumstances.’ This conversation was held as if the most normal of exchanges between two ladies and I knew that Mistress Pickles would see us and not be alarmed. Indeed she suddenly appeared at my side.

‘My dear Lady Broadmoor, I trust all is to your satisfaction.’

‘Mistress Pickles, I can only congratulate you on the setting, the provender and the ladies of your house who are of enormous credit to you. I have been corrected by this young woman for my forwardness and she explained your instructions concerning their behaviour.’ Mistress Pickles’ eyes turned upon me. ‘I beg you, Mistress Pickles, do not scold her. She was behaving most correctly and I make no complaint.’ The Mistress’s eyes smiled. She patted my arm.

‘Madeleine is a good girl, Lady Broadmoor, I am pleased you have found her so.’ She walked away in a stately manner and I felt reassured.

‘She is a strict Mistress?’

‘Indeed, My Lady, but fair and kindly.’

‘As it should be.’

Our conversation was interrupted by the departure of the musicians and we walked together back to the main room where lights were being lowered and, when finally the ensemble had left, a mood of expectancy grew among us.

Two curtains at one end of the room parted and to the strains of the household’s harpist who was concealed behind a screen, a woman could be seen standing on the small dais, dressed in the manner of Salome. She began to dance sinuously and to my great surprise Maria, dressed as King Herod appeared in the tableau. She sat on a throne like chair and gradually more women filled the small stage. Salome danced, shedding a veil here and a veil there until, quite naked but for the seventh, a long, gauzy veil which extended from a band of jewels around her hair to her very feet. Maria/Herod stood and Salome approached her, writhing in a mimicry of arousal and parted the ‘King’s’ gown to reveal a phallus of remarkable length and girth. This was met with a most appreciative gasp from the audience and I felt a hand on my arse. I turned to see it was Lady Broadmoor who stood beside me.

Salome knelt before her King and lifting and discarding her seventh veil appeared to take the King’s member deep into her mouth. Only then did I recognise Grace’s features. I know not if this was a trick but it seemed completely real and brought yet more gasps from the onlookers. Salome stood and turned to face us. Herod went behind her and appeared to enter her and they rocked together until Grace/Salome’s face and body declared her petit mort. Then, to our amazement the severed head of John the Baptist was brought onstage on a silver salver. The curtains closed to rapturous applause and reopened to allow the troupe to take their bows.

Lady Broadmoor patted my arse then left to converse with Lady Chatterton and her bride. I needed the privy and went there to find Maria changing out of her Herod costume and back into her ball gown. We kissed and Maria watched as I pissed, something she always enjoyed.

‘You did not tell me you would be performing for her Ladyship.’

‘I was compelled to secrecy, even from you, my love.’ So had I assumed.

‘You were wonderful.’

She kissed me again and together we returned to the ballroom, she to attend upon a beautiful Lady-in-Waiting attired in the manner of a bridesmaid who had apparently asked for her company and I to see what might be my fate. I did not have to wait long.

Lady Broadmoor returned to my side.

‘I understand there are to be games. Perhaps we shall play a little?’

The first game involved one group of women selected by the Bride from both households being given an orange which they were to conceal somewhere about their person. The second group, of which I was one, was to ‘discover’ the concealment and then repeat the exercise. Any undiscovered fruit would count against the searching team. There was much hilarity. Lady Broadmoor had concealed her orange between her breasts, a poor concealment but one that meant her searcher had the freedom to explore that delicious bosom. Sadly it was not I but another who had that pleasure. I myself discovered that Bella had concealed her orange most ingeniously in the top of her ribboned stocking and I had to burrow under her dress to retrieve it.

I so arranged it that I was close to Lady Broadmoor for the second round and, with an orange warm from Bella’s leg and secreted in the ribbons which tightened my silk, open bloomers above my right knee. Lady B explored me most assiduously before locating the fruit and lingered more than the game demanded to enjoy her discovery. Indeed she seemed to continue searching for another orange! When at last she stood, her face close to mine, she spoke in a low, husky tone.

‘I have plucked your fruit, Madeleine,’ and she lifted it to touch it gently to my lips.

The game was declared such a success that it was played again and as the merriment developed so too did the inventiveness of those concealing the fruit. Only one was not found and here I sensed the hand of the Mistress and Jenkins. It was Grace who stood finally upon a table and lifting her garments and opening her bloomers ‘delivered’ the orange from her cunny like a baby’s head. She is known for the capacity of her inner self and admired by ladies who enjoy the fist of love. Mistress Pickles looked on proudly and the applause was rapturous.

The games continued and little by little some of the household’ ladies were less than fully dressed. Lady Chatterton’s ladies remained mostly completely attired although one of their number did allow a breast to be exposed to Bella’s attentions.

Lady Broadmoor came once more to my side. We watched as Bella’s companion sat upon a chair with Bella all but concealed beneath the long, full skirt of her Lady’s ballgown. All that was visible of Bella was her feet in delicate calfskin boots but it was clear that her head was central to the Lady’s pleasure. Lady Broadmoor slid her gloved hand into mine and squeezed it.

‘I think, my dear Madeleine, that your friend is demonstrating that which perhaps you yourself might be adept at?’

Her veil did not conceal the desire in her eyes. Nor did her crimson dress conceal that her bosom heaved a little as her hand ran up my gloved arm and rested upon my naked shoulder. I felt she would kiss me but our attention was taken by a call from Lady Chatteton.

‘Lady Broadmoor, hither if you please.’

Together and hand in hand we hastened to her Ladyship’s side. She stood before Grace who was clad in a rich, burgundy gown.

‘See, my dear, how this dress is so cunningly,’ she emphasized the word ‘cunningly’ so as there was no mistake to her meaning. ‘So cunningly designed.’

She moved her hand to reveal a small opening in the gown, large enough for a hand to pass within the garment’s folds. It was apparent that this led directly to Grace’s cunny and the look on Grace’s face indicated that Her Ladyship had found her treasure.

‘A tunnel of love, leading to a tunnel of love!’ she cried with huge pleasure. Her bride seemed to have detected a similar ‘tunnel of love’ in the rear of Grace’s dress and she stood beside Grace, facing her ‘husband’ and together they explored Grace and, as they did so, they kissed each other passionately.

A breathless Lady Chatterton declared, ‘We shall take this for a wedding present to our chamber my love.’

They separated from Grace and each other and Her Ladyship said, ‘We will retire, Mistress Pickles. Thank you all for such a pleasant and memorable feast. Please do not desist from your pleasures on our account.’

We formed an avenue as at their entrance to curtsy and bid them good night and, with Grace following, the happy couple swept from the room.

Lady Broadmoor looked into my eyes. ‘We shall retire too I think, Madeleine. I rather sense the time has come, do you not?’

I curtsied before her and she smiled.

As we were leaving, Jenkins asked if she might speak to me. Lady Broadmoor allowed this and aside and in a low voice Jenkins said, ‘You have made me proud.’ I almost cried as I left her to follow Lady Broadmoor to the staircase.

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One such approach applicable to our situation( and really all human interaction) stems out of game theory. A sport is any situation in which you make decisions which influence other players. In dating, even when you believeyou're not playing games, by 16, so you are. Some elongated interaction is a mix of games as time passes.


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On a normal Tuesday, Taimie Hannum, a 33-year-old former Playboy model (“Say I’m 29”) wakes up just before noon, has her nails and toes trimmed, shops for watermelon or microwave pizza, comes home to her Hollywood apartment, and flips on her “spy” webcam, finally ready to perform her labor: She lights up a Marlboro Light 100.

People pay to watch her, among other things, smoke.

“It’s much easier for me to smoke in the privacy of my own home,” Hannum says while live recently from her Web site, Taimie.com. “Especially while it’s being broadcast to the world!” she adds, gingerly blowing smoke rings at her webcam.

As New York and other cities try to ban smoking in public places like parks and beaches, there may be few places but the Web for smokers to congregate.

“As physical public space becomes increasingly inhospitable to smokers, it’s quite natural that they would shift to virtual public space,” says Dr. William J. Mitchell, MIT Dean of Architecture and Planning and author of City of Bits and e-topia, books that discuss how digital communities will transform the shape of urban areas.

“Virtual smoking,” he adds, “may not be such a bad thing. Smokers get to smoke in peace, and they don’t bother the rest of us in doing so.”

Not a bad point. Why not take a five-minute smoke break at cybercigarettebreak.com? Even non-smokers can get some virtual secondhand smoke, courtesy of Ashtraycam.com. “Want to see people smoke, but don’t want to have to breathe in those nasty cancer-filled fumes?” the latter site’s designers ask. “Now you can see cigarettes in action with the handy Ashtray Cam.”

Virtual smoking has turned into a giant industry. Hold your breath and type “smoking” and “fetish” into any browser, and you’re liable to get over 100,000 hits. Pregnant women puff down at Smokesigs.com, and other sites offer amateur short stories revolving around virgin smokers and carcinogenic fantasies.

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Taimie Hannum, on the other hand, does it all. Once a week she puts on a special show in front of her “naughty cam.” Her favorite trick? “Smoky blowjobs, definitely,” she says. “I can also smoke out of—well, you know, my private parts—if I want. I’ve trained my muscles to inhale and ex.”

Normally, she just hangs out at home and does nothing, with the webcam running. On a recent evening on the spy cam, Hannum, naked but for a skimpy tube top dangling around her neck, could be seen chatting up a few of her cyber-smoking fans, watching TV, and sucking on a bottle of Corona. “This is just my everyday life,” she explains, writhing on her office chair, rocking it back and forth doggy-style. “One day my friends said, ‘Taimie, you might has well get paid for this.’ ”

And she does, claiming to make over six figures a year—not all of it, of course, from smoking online. “It’s great,” she says. “I don’t have to do any real work and I can sit here and chill and smoke and talk to different people.”

Mayor Bloomberg’s anti-smoking crusade is “absurd,” she says. “Outside. Way outside.” Her fans, questioned in her chat room, say the same thing, more or less. Some deride the “thought and action police” for “taking things too far,” or they compare it to Prohibition. Others blame the “damn hippies” or the “damn liberals.” And then there are those who just can’t help themselves when it comes to either Taimie or smoking. “I’m against smoking in public places cuz I have a two-year-old—but I want you [Taimie] to smoke wherever your fine azz wants,” one fan writes. Another adds, “I’d like to quit, but when I see a girl like Taimie, it just slips my mind.” The guy with the two-year-old finally admits, “Dude, you’re asking the wrong group of guys—we’re about as deep as a saucer.”

Others can provide the deep stuff. Sally Schwager, for instance, is both a psychologist and a former smoker, so she can see how cyber-smoking could develop. “Some people have places inside them that feel empty, like there’s something missing, like there’s a literal hole inside their body,” she says. “To feel better, they unconsciously look for stuff to fill in the holes in their body: eating, drinking, other people, and now, obsessive Internet use coupled with smoking—it’s anything they go after addictively.”

Schwager says she has a friend who, in the moment of drawing smoke into her lungs, feels like she’s being hugged. “Her hole is the feeling of lack of love,” says Schwager. “Even a dim awareness of it causes anxiety, and she reaches for a cigarette. Literally, she tries to plug the hole up.”

But nothing’s forever. Even Taimie Hannum’s smoking gig. “I think of quitting all the time, for my health, and for my boyfriends that don’t smoke,” she says. “But for now, I think I’ll continue to show the wilder side.”

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Waves crashed against the luxury cruise ship as Kayla Emerson clutched her martini. She and her co-workers in the marketing department, along with her boss, Jeff Grover, were heading out to Hawaii to meet with the company’s new partners, K & G Toys. It was nice to get away from all the noise and craziness that surrounded her daily life in Nebraska. A week away from home, even if it was mostly for business, would do her good.

Now if only her pain-in-the-ass boss would leave her alone for five seconds. He constantly had her running errands for a cup of coffee or because he needed his email checked. She was his personal assistant, not his damn slave. She’d worked for the bastard for the past four years, and in that time he’d never complimented her on anything she’d done. He belittled her regularly, no matter how hard she worked for him. So what if Jeff’s father had owned Grover Toys? That didn’t give him the right to act like a jerk.

His voice grated on her nerves whenever he barked out her name. Yet, she imagined what he looked like without his business suit. The thought of it made her sex tingle.

She inhaled a deep breath and whirled around to face Jeff. The sun gleamed on his copper hair. She forced a smile, but it faded quickly when his periwinkle eyes narrowed. “Yes, Mr. Grover?”

He frowned. “Why are you drinking? This is a business trip.”

She swallowed a lump in her throat. Quitting her job sounded like a good idea some days, but she didn’t have a roommate. Maybe something she could look into soon, just in case. But hell, she couldn’t escape the huge car payments she still had to make every month. So yeah, she really needed this job. “Sorry. I thought it was okay. Everyone else is.”

“One or two drinks is your limit. I need you to be focused on your work.”

She nodded. “I usually don’t drink much anyway.”

“Good. You should get some rest soon. We have a long day ahead of us tomorrow.”

“Do you need anything before I head to bed, sir?”

“I’m good, thanks.” Jeff waved as he headed downstairs toward his room.

Kayla gulped the rest of her drink down and went in the same direction. Her room was next to his.

The luxury cruise ship was big enough to handle more than a thousand guests. Her mini-suite was as fancy as a hotel room, complete with room service, a queen size bed, a flat screen TV, and a combination tub and shower.

Once inside her own cabin, she changed into a red silky nightgown and laid down on the bed. She wasn’t sure why she bothered with the nightie since she didn’t have a man in her life. With a boss like Jeff, she didn’t have time for a boyfriend. A sex toy was all she needed. She didn’t want to admit his body was what she visualized while using her vibrator. No, she wouldn’t go there!

She preferred blonds to brunets, anyway. She was a natural blonde herself, only she wasn’t blessed with blue eyes like Jeff. Her eyes were the shade of a pea, just like her father’s.

Her eyes grew heavy and she drifted off to sleep, praying that tomorrow would go smoothly.

Kayla jumped at the sound of howling winds. The ship rode the swells as waves pummeled the balcony deck. No matter how hard she tried to ignore the storm, she still tossed and turned. The bed squeaked and made her stomach clench.

An abrupt pounding on the door made her raise her head and look around the room with a racing heart.

“Kayla? Are you awake? We have to go.”

She swallowed. The urgent tone of her boss’s voice told her she wouldn’t like where this went.

Her legs trembled as she hurried over to the door and yanked it open. She crossed her arms, but it didn’t stop the pulse hammering in her chest. “It’s just a storm.”

Jeff shook his head. “The ship’s taking on water. We have to get to a lifeboat.”

Kayla followed Jeff out into the hallway. She screamed as her bare feet squished with inches of water under them. “Damn it! I should have grabbed my bag. I need my shoes.”

Jeff whirled around with a groan. “We can’t take luggage with us on the lifeboat.”

“I still need my shoes!” She dashed back into her room for her tennis shoes and grabbed the jeans and T-shirt she’d laid out for tomorrow morning, stopping only to pull on the shoes.

“Hurry!” Jeff grabbed her hand and rushed down the hallway. When they reached the end of the hallway, he charged up the stairs so quickly it felt like they were in fast forward.

Once they were on deck, she could see crewmembers directing the last of the passengers into lifeboats. Her co-workers were already being lowered into the water, but they were the last ones up from their section. Damn her shoes, anyway.

That left her and Jeff. Great. She sighed and pointed to the last lifeboat on this section, now unmanned. Kayla shivered as the rain drenched her skin. She wished she had changed into something warmer.

“Where are we going?” she asked as Jeff lowered the boat to the waves below.

Jeff shrugged. “I guess back to port.”

Her teeth chattered. A lump formed in her throat. She swallowed as she looked out over the towering waves slamming against the sides of the ship. “I can’t see the others.”

“Don’t worry. We’ll find them.”

She wasn’t so sure they would. Chills continued to trail down her spine. “You don’t have a blanket, do you?”

“There are emergency supplies in the boat somewhere, but I can’t see much of anything. We’d likely just lose everything trying to open things up right now. I’ll find you something once we’re safe. Here, put this on and pull the boat cover around you for now.”

Kayla pulled on the life jacket and ran her hands up and down her arms. “Okay. Thanks.”

He grinned and began to row in fast strokes. “I’m a gentleman at heart.”

“You could have fooled me,” she muttered.

His brow rose. “You think I’m an asshole, don’t you?”

She looked away, staring into the rain. A long brittle silence lingered around them. There was no way she wanted to answer his question, but maybe she had no choice. She cleared her throat and finally found her voice. “No. I don’t think you’re an asshole.” She looked back at him, her voice tight and low. “But you are a bit of a hard ass.” Her heart thundered as she waited for his response.

“I’m sorry you feel that way.” He turned his attention back to rowing the boat.

“Are your arms tired?”

“A little bit.”

“You want me to try rowing?” She tried to make her voice smooth and as calm as possible.

Apparently she failed, because Jeff gaped at her.

She sucked in a breath. “What?”

“You’re worried.” He continued to row in smooth and slow strokes.

“Yeah, but I can row, if you’ll let me.” She squinted through the storm, focusing on what appeared to be an island with small palm trees.

“What do you see?” He glanced at her as he continued to row.

“Not the port.”

“What is it?” he asked.

She sighed and stared at her knuckles. “It looks like a small island.”

Fear twisted in her gut. They had to find help. She wasn’t sure about being alone with Jeff. Would he even know how to start a fire? He was used to being in an office as far as she knew. But her, she hated the outdoors. Especially all the gross bugs that crawled and creeped around.

“Maybe that’s where the others are.”

At least one of them still had some hope left.

It seemed like hours later when they finally reached the island. Jeff pulled the boat up onto the beach and helped her out, collecting the emergency supplies he’d finally located and hauling them along, bundled up in the boat cover.

The storm had quieted to a mild drizzle. Kayla stepped off to the side, out of his way. “What should we do now?”

Jeff rubbed the back of his neck. “We need to make a shelter.”

“How? We don’t have anything we can use.”

He studied her for a moment. “You’ve never been camping before, have you?”

“Of course I have!” She sighed. “But we don’t have a tent and the thought of little critters running around freaks me out.”

Critters?” he asked with a low chuckle.

Damn him. Why did he have to make a joke out of her fears? She groaned. “Bugs! I hate them. They crawl and have so many legs. Yuck.” She stuck her tongue out.

Again, he laughed at her. The bastard. Who did he think he was anyway?

“You remind me of my ex-wife.”

Her mouth dropped. “You were married?”

“Yep.” Jeff sorted through the emergency supplies and organized them under a small tree.

Kayla hurried over to help. “You don’t want to talk about it, do you?”

“Not really,” he muttered.

“Did you cheat on her?”

A muscle in his jaw ticked. “I said I don’t want to talk about her. I’ve been single for four years now. Let’s leave it at that.”

“Okay, sorry.” She held her hands up. “If it makes you feel any better, I haven’t had a boyfriend in two years.”

His brows shot up. “Why not? You’re pretty and only twenty-eight.”

“I know, but I don’t have time to date.”

Jeff frowned. “I’m the problem, aren’t I?”

He rubbed his temples. “If we ever find the others and get out of here, I’m going to give you some time off. You deserve better.”

She gave him a smile. Maybe Jeff wasn’t as bad as she thought, especially since he was proving to be more helpful than she was since they got stranded. “You do, too. Whatever went wrong in your marriage, I’m sure it wasn’t your fault.”

“Thanks.” Jeff grabbed the cover’s tie downs and knotted it off to the trees.

Once they had the small shelter secured to the tree, they took their supplies and crawled under it. Kayla used her lifejacket as a pillow. She stretched out and tried to close her eyes.

“I found an emergency blanket. We can share to stay warm.” She shivered as he moved closer. He was so close she could feel his breath against the back of her neck.

Her skin tingled as something hard pressed into her leg. Please be a flashlight or something else other than his… cock. Her curiosity got the better of her so she turned to face him. “You don’t have a flashlight in your pants, do you?”

“No, it’s just me.”

Kayla chewed on her bottom lip. “What do you mean, you? Your…”

He laughed, although it was rough and shaky. “Yes, it’s been a while since I’ve had a beautiful woman beside me. You can have the blanket for yourself if it bothers you.”

“It doesn’t, but you’re still my boss.”

He gazed into her eyes. “We’re stranded on an island. Work doesn’t matter right now.”

She blinked. “Then what does?”

“Your safety.”

Time for a subject change. Because if she didn’t talk about something else, she’d think about how big his dick could be and sex — the last thing that should be on her mind.

“You never had any children?” She shivered and pulled the blanket around her tighter.

“No. My ex didn’t want them, but I do.”

Why does that surprise me? “Would you ever get married again?”

“Yeah.” He exhaled. “If the right woman came along. She’d have to want a family, though.”

“That’s sweet,” she murmured.

“Is it now?” His voice deepened.

Her heart jumped when he caressed her cheek and then kissed it. His warm lips made her tingle from head to toe. Desire filled her pussy. She had to have more of him.

Kayla leaned closer and locked her lips with his. Their tongues met in a light touch. One of his hands cupped her cheek as he continued to kiss her. His other slid down under the blanket and beneath her nightgown. She moaned into his mouth as he squeezed her ass cheek.

Jeff pulled away and stared at her with wide eyes. “I’m sorry. It’s been a long time since I’ve had sex.”

“Don’t stop now,” she whispered.

“Are you sure?”

His bulge pressed into her thigh as he scooted closer to her. “Hell, yes.” To prove her point, she ran her fingers over the outline of his jeans.

He made a noise that was a cross between a groan and a yelp.

“Do you want more?” She nuzzled his neck.

Jeff popped the button on his Levi’s and pulled his zipper down. Then he lifted up his hips and she helped him slide his jeans and boxers all the way off.

Kayla moved her hand up and down him to get a feel for his size. Her breath quickened. He’s thick and huge. Damn. Her fingers found his balls and she cupped him.

He groaned and then pushed a finger under her panties. She gasped as he slid the digit in and out of her hot flesh. “Holy shit,” she choked out.

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“Damn, you’re wet,” he said in a low growl.

“Please,” she moaned. “Don’t stop.”

Jeff removed his fingers from her cunt and ass. He looked down at her with a grin. “Ready for something else?”

Now he’s being a tease. “Like what? Don’t you realize how close I was?” She scowled. Sex had been the last thing on her mind when she decided to go on this trip, but now… Getting relief was all that mattered at the moment.

“Sorry.” He chuckled. “That was just the first round. I wanted to warm you up for something better.”

He trailed a finger across her forehead then stopped at her lips and traced the outline of them. She shivered.

As he pushed her nightie up to her hips, her pussy pulsated. She wanted his tongue and lips all over her until she came on his face. His hand slid over the front of her sex and made her body hum. “Jeff,” she panted.

With a grin, he spread her legs and repositioned himself until he held them open with his broad shoulders.

Her breath caught in her throat. Is he going to keep teasing me like this?

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Kayla’s pussy continued to pulsate even when Jeff placed her legs over his shoulders. He took his time as he sucked and nibbled on her wet folds. Damn, he knows how to eat pussy. Her belly quivered and she ached to come. He trailed his tongue up and down her clit as he circled the little nub.

“I’m getting close,” she gasped. She tugged on his hair and made sure he gave her enough friction to keep her moving to that final moment.

Waves of delight crashed over her one by one as Jeff continued to devour her pussy. With each stroke of his tongue, she shook until the sensation became too much and she shattered into a blissful orgasm.

He pulled her legs off his shoulders and scooted over so he was lying next to her.

When her breathing slowed, she met his eyes. “You’ve gone four years without sex?”

“Yeah, but you were worth waiting for.” He grinned, goofy and wide.

She laughed. “Never heard that before.”

“We should get some sleep.”

“What about you?” She ran her fingers over the length of his bulge.

Jeff pushed her hand away. “Next time. I’d rather cuddle with you.”

Her heart fluttered. How could I have been so wrong about him? He’s like a big teddy bear.

Kayla fell asleep with Jeff’s arms wrapped around her.

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Well, nothing an airport bar, a pack of camels, and a good book wont cure she thought to herself, reaching up for her overhead baggage. Several people bumped their way past her. One hurried man in a dark blue business suit crowded past her so furiously that her strappy red sandal turned the wrong way shooting a stabbing pain through her right ankle.

"Ouch!" she snapped.

"Mm, sorry" he mumbled not even stopping to see if she was ok.

Asshole, she thought to herself, gingerly rotating her ankle to stretch out the sprain.

Once in the airport, she made a direct beeline for the first bar. She propped her bag up on one side of her on the counter, and the Kansas City Star directly on the other side. Stay away....was the message she was strategically giving out to anyone who happened upon her. She ordered a rum and coke, lit a camel, and opened her novel. Over the next 20 min, the bar became quite crowded and she ended up having to put her bag and newspaper on the floor under the bar as people asked "is this seat taken?". The gentleman on her right looked like he needed about 24 hours of sleep and a hot shower. The man on her left sat quietly reading and sipping a green-bottled beer.

Her right ankle still throbbing, she crossed it over her left leg and reached down to rub it with her fingertips. She noticed the green-beer-bottle man use his peripheral vision to look at her foot. Maybe he was a doctor, she thought, noticing her ankle had swelled up just a bit since the sprain. Then again, maybe he's just looking at my legs...that would be more my luck. Where's the handsome doctor when a girl really needs one, anyhow??

She winced as she pushed the swollen spot just above her ankle bone.

"I'll bet that if you asked the bartender for a bag of ice, he would give it to you." the stranger said to her tipping his beer back.

"Well, this is what I get for wearing unconventional shoes for traveling!" she smiled back at him.

He smiled and turned back to his book.

"Where are you headed?" Jennie asked him, bored of her book, and wanting to find out more about this man who had taken a tad of interest in her foot. With a newfound self-love of her own feet, she was a little thrilled that he had noticed...why not find out if he perhaps was a foot lover. Never having met one personally, the thought was provoking to say the least. Besides, he was nice-looking, and he had a goatee. What a weakness!

"Las Vegas." he replied.

"Business or pleasure?"

"Both, you could say."

"Sounds fun...by the way, I'm Jennie."

"Hi, Jennie, I'm Dean."

Just then a waitress walked up to them and told them that a booth had just been freed, and if they would like it, she could seat them. The bar stools had all been taken, and many people were standing behind the counter waiting for a stool to open.

Dean started to say, "Oh, thanks, but we're not"---"We'll take it." Jennie interrupted raising her eyebrows in question towards Dean.

"Sure, ok." he said.

They were seated in a circle booth in a darker corner of the bar.

"Mind?" Jennie asked him, pulling a cigarette out of her bag.

"Not a bit."

"What are you drinking?"

"Rum and Coke."

Dean signalled a waitress and ordered Jennie another drink, even though hers was only 1/2 finished.

"How long is your layover?" Jennie asked him.

"Well, supposedly for another 4 hours." he replied.

"Yeah, me too. But, we seem to have the perfect spot for people-watching!" she joked.

"I actually like people-watching."

"Me too."

"So, how did you sprain you ankle?" Dean asked her.

Hmmm....another foot reference. Jennie made a mental note. Well, it could be genuine concern.

"Some guy pushed past me while we were getting off the plane."

"Nice...gotta love those pushy people who are always in a rush to be somewhere important."

"NO kidding."

"Would you mind if I propped my foot up on the booth? I think it would help the swelling."

"No problem, go right ahead." he said kindly.

Well, this isnt getting me anywhere...Jennie thought, now more curious than ever about his foot-thing, or lack of one.

"So, can i ask you a silly question?"

"I'm all about silly questions, go right ahead."

"If you had to take a wild guess, what would u say my shoe size is?"

"Well, I guess I would say a size 7 maybe."

"Close. 7 1/2...but, sometimes a 7. Good guessing."

"Comes with the territory, i suppose."

"Oh, yeah?"

" I used to have a little interest in photography, and well, i did a number of foot models back in the day."

Sweet motherload! Holy hell!!

"Wow, that is really interesting." Jennie calmly said, her pulse racing.

He achieved a new level of sex appeal now than before...if that was possible.

"Well, we have something in common then." she went on.

"Yeah, I have had a number of shots taken of my own feet and I posted them on a website."

"No shit?"

"Hmmm. So, what's the story?"

"Well, one day I was talking online to someone, and they had me describe my feet to them, and it sorta escalated from there. I found that I think men who have a foot fetish are extremely interesting and sexy. Well, not all of them, but for the most part, they are pretty fun to chat with."

"Well, that is definitely something, huh?"

"I feel silly telling you!"

"You'd be surprised at how many men love feet, and never even admit it."

"Soooo, what?"

"Well, i have to ask the inevitable, you know."

"Go ahead."

"Do you have a foot thing?"

"Hi, my name is Dean, and I'm a footaholic."

Jennie laughed and lit another cigarette. What a nice day this was turning out to be. First hand experience with a real foot perv!

"Well, you're the first foot-lover I have ever had the honor of meeting in person."

"Yep. My ex-husband wasnt into my feet at all. I mean, he thought they were pretty, but that was the extent of it."

"Most men feel that way I think."

"Most men would rather stare at tits and ass."

Dean laughed. "Well, there's nothing wrong with tits and ass by a long shot, but I think feet have a sexual appeal all of their own."

"I agree."

"So, can I ask you something personal?" Dean said.

"Sure, we're old friends now." Jennie teased him.

"Okay, well...has anyone ever done nice things to your feet?"

"I've had maybe 10 footrubs, and that basically sums it up."

"That is quite a waste of pretty feet, Jennie." Dean said seriously.

"I think so, too."

"How's the ankle?" he asked her.

"A little better."

"Good, can i get you anything?"

"I'm okay i think, but thank you."

"I will be back, I gotta to run to the restroom."

They stared at each other for a second before he got up from the table. Once his eyes left hers, he looked down at her size 7 1/2 foot propped up on the seat.

"Great polish." he winked at her.

She just giggled and wiggled her toes as he walked off toward the men's room.

Wow. Nice man. Nice eyes. Nice ass. Jennie suddenly felt her own sex-kine springing into action. Strange man, strange city, airport bar, 2 rum and cokes down and another on it's way. Neato...nice set-up for making a fool of myself! Oh, well, a girl only lives once. An opportunity like this doesnt pop up everyday. Fuck it, let's have some fun.

When he got back they started round 3 of drinks, and Dean upgraded to a rum and coke also.

"Well, do you want to visit, or read?" Jennie asked him purposefully flexing her ankle foward. Dean looked down at her foot, and answered,

"I think visiting is in order."

"How would you feel about assisting a girl in need?" Jennie asked, her pulse out of control.

"What can I do?"

"How about you rub my ankle while we talk?"

"Your not very shy, Jennie. AND, I would gladly rub your ankle for you."

He slid over closer to her foot, and slid her stappy off, letting it drop under the table. I cant believe I just asked this guy to rub my ankle! Jennie was completely in awe of her situation, and of her own bravery. Yes, partially spawned by the rum, but still...good, god!

He placed her foot on his knee. He was wearing shorts, and the hair on his leg tickled the bottom of her sole. How utterly yummy she thought. Dean then wrapped his hand around the back of her ankle and gently rubbed on the slightly swollen area. His hands felt a little rough, and he was applying just enough pressure so that it didnt hurt.

They chatted more about their jobs, cities, politics, and so on. They tried to keep the conversation going, so that neither of them could be too absorbed in what his hands were doing to her feet. After rubbing her ankle for about 10 minutes, he had ran his fingers lightly over her sole and up to her toes. He did this several times before gently bumping his fingers down her toes and across the tops of them. He slid one finger over each toenail...over the polish. He made little circles over her arch, over her heel, and on the bottom of her big toe. He fiddled with each of her 3 toerings, twisting them around and pulling them on and off. He finally slid his fingers between her toes making Jennie's tummy do a number of Olympic-quality handsprings, and flips. She automatically slid off her other sandal, and propped her left foot parallel to her right foot on Dean's lap. This layover was turning out to be the bees-knees.

Dean acted as if this was just the normal thing to do and automatically started playing with her other toes as well.

"Wow, you are definitely skilled in the ways of the feet." Jennie said. Oh geeze, i sound like a nerd! she thought.

"I'm glad u like it, Jennie."

"I think that you might just have to drop something under the table and take a little suck on one of my toes!" she giggled half teasing, half serious, the alcohol working overtime.

"Don't mind if I do." he answered.

He didnt even "drop" anything, but took a quick look around the room, and then leaned his head down and placed his lips around her big toe, right foot. His mouth was warm, wet, and his whiskers tickled. He drew in his breath, and the inside cheek walls of his mouth surrounded her toe. It felt like a million bucks to have this man's mouth around her toe. Make that two million. She sighed, tried not to moan, and closed her eyes. She automatically rubbed on his leg with her other foot, on his thigh and on his hard cock. His tongue struck a nerve in her toe that shot right up to her clit, and made her instantly wet. He pulled his mouth off her toe, and she made a little pouty face.

"Sorry. If we were somewhere else, it would be easier." he smiled.

"That is the first time anyone has ever sucked on my toe." she told him.

"Well, I hope it wont be the last."

"Me, too. And, I have an idea, but it is completely up to you. I dont know your travel plans, or what you will be doing upon your arrival in Las Vegas, but..."

"I would be up for a ticket change if you needed a traveling companion."

"A traveling companion would be nice."

Vegas ended up being a Jennie-toe-fest. Vegas involved a lot of kissing. Vegas was a place for new discoveries. Vegas was explored, devoured, and conquered by the two of them. Someday I will give you a short story from The Vegas Expedition. For now, think of foot rubs and cock-rubbing under dark corner booths. Mmmmm.....toes. Go suck some.

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