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Collected by Djian
updated march 10 - 2010
WARNING: This story contains strong themes of coercion and forced
sexual behavior. It is intended as a work of fiction for ADULTS only,
and the writer does not in any way suggest or condone similar
behavior.
M+/f, D/S, cuck. humil exhib, bnd, Gang Bang, spank, rough
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Joan's Mistake
By Mattwatt
If you enjoy this, please let me know: wattmattwatt43@gmail.com
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They all got out and gathered around Joan to 'get her ready', as they put it. They turned Joan around and pulled her skirt down so that it was riding low on her hips. Next they opened the back zipper of her skirt. It was low enough on her hips that it showed the crack of her ass for most of its length. Next they gathered the front of the skirt and fastened it in place so that the gap of the open zipper would remain.
"There," Beth said, "That should get some attention."
They walked in and were shown to a booth. As fate would have it, there was a booth of guys that they had to pass.
The commotion of the guys, when they saw the gap in Beth's skirt zipper was huge. All the girls sat down in the booth they were given. The guys were staring at them.
Beth turned to Joan and said:
"We've forgotten your wallet in the van; go get it. Walk by their table very slowly."
"Yes, ma'am," Joan said.
She was turned on again, and just amazed at the fertile imaginations that the kids had in thinking up situations to humiliate her. She did as she was told, walking slowly by the guys' table with her ass still hanging out of her clothes. She loved it.
She fetched her wallet and did the grand review by the guys' table again. The guys were beside themselves, absolutely sure that the good looking woman was not aware that her ass was showing.
The girls and Joan had pie and the parade went by the guys' table again. When they were in the van, Beth said:
"Gee, if those guys would have had the gumption of those two kids, they'd be getting laid now! Disappointed, Joanie?"
"I'm very horny, ma'am," was Joan's reply. "Thank you for the opportunities."
"Well, sweetie," Beth said, "I think it's time that we took you back and played with you a bit, don't you?"
"Oh, I hope so, ma'am," was Joan's reply.
Beth ordered Joan to put the "Momma Panties" on again and the skirt and blouse. She told Joan that she wouldn't need the bra for the rest of the night.
"Play time soon, Joanie," Beth said.
"I know, ma'am," Joan said.
"Think we'll be rough with you, baby?" Beth asked.
"I'm afraid so," Joan said quietly.
"Correct in one, Joanie!" was Beth's answer, grinning at Joan. She put her arms around Joan as she said it. Joan clung to her, heaved a great sigh and just laid her head on Beth’s shoulder.
They left the restaurant parking lot and headed back for the club house where they'd been first.
They all piled into the small house, after their outings.
“Now wasn’t that fun?” Beth asked Joan, once they’d gotten inside.
“Yes, ma’am,” Joan said smiling; it seems that Joan really did enjoy the outing and the outrageous things that they had her do. “I did enjoy it,” she added.
Beth smiled, and said: “I thought so, our Joan. Now you just dress yourself for the rest of our night here. We want you dressed in those lovely ‘Momma Panties’ and your sensible heels. Won’t that be lovely?”
“Yes, ma’am, I think it will,” Joan said nervously to her, unbuttoning her skirt and getting herself ready, as she was told.
Soon she stood there ready for whatever they had in mind next; she she’d been told, she wore only her pink panties that went all the way up to her waist, and her low heeled shoes.
“Joan, you’re a vision,” Beth said, and put on some music.
Then they danced, while the other girls stood around and watched, smoking and joking about how nice Joan’s ass looked.
“Joanie, you’re spectacular, do you know that?” Beth asked. She had her arms around Joan’s waist, with fingers plunged down inside Joan’s panties, as they danced.
“If you tell me so, ma’am,” Joan admitted, “Then I know.”
Beth kissed her then and whispered: “Tell us, lovely woman, tell us how a gorgeous older woman like you gets to be in this cozy shack with us crazy girls, dressed only in her panties and so willing to do whatever we want you to. Tell us that story, Joanie.”
Joan began to relate to them all the story of her vain attempt at embezzlement and the many consequences, including her surprised discovery of this broad streak of submission in her. She gave them details of the things that had happened lately.
“Delicious story,” Beth said, stroking Joan’s back and ass cheeks. “But I think it’s time to use some of that submissiveness, don’t you, Joanie?”
Joan started to cry then.
“Oh, Joan,” Beth cooed at her, “You don’t want to?”
“Oh, I do,” Joan said between sobs, “But I’m afraid of what you’ll do.”
“You mean beside sending you home naked tonight?” Beth asked, smiling at her.
“Yes, ma’am, beside sending me home naked tonight,” Joan agreed.
"Come here, sweet one," Beth said, cooing to Joan and holding her.
Then Joan let out a squeak.
"What is it, Joanie," Beth asked.
"Someone behind me,"Joan said, clinging to Beth now. "Pulling . . .pulling my panties down."
"Hmm," Beth said, licking Joan's ear, and making her shiver, "Sounds nice; is it?"
"Oh, yes," Joan said and then she squealed.
"What now, Joanie?" Beth asked patiently, "You're making all this racquet."
"She's . . .uh . . .she's biting my EEEEEKKK . . .ass, ma'am," Joan said breathlessly.
"Mmmm, and you like that, Joanie?" Beth asked.
"Yes, ma'am, I do . . .OOOOOOOOOOOO!" Joan faded into a magnificent groan.
"And now?" Beth asked still holding on tight to Joan.
"She's . . .OOOOOOOOOOO . . .she's licking my ass, ma'am; Oh, I'm shaking!"
"Wait 'til you see what she does next, Joanie," Beth said licking the ear again.
Joan's knees got weak at that point because Sue, who was the one who took Joan's panties and bit her ass several times, was now eating Joan's pussy.
"Don't we treat you nicely, Joanie?" Beth asked, licking Joan's lips.
Joan had tears in her eyes, and on her cheeks; she said, with great emotion:
"Oh, yes, ma'am you do, and I am so hard to deal with and so reluctant; I'm so sorry . . ."
Just then Joan's voice trailed off into a loud series of moans, as she began to cum from Sue's eating her.
Joan was left clinging to Beth, and sobbing:
"I try to be good for you, ma'am, but I'm so slow and reluctant about things. Please let me try to be better."
"Well, aren't you the most wonderful older woman around!" Beth said. "We'll just do that now, honey; here's what we want you to do to show us that you've really reformed. We want you to get on your knees and ask us, hold your hands out folded like you're begging for a favor and ask us as sincerely as you possibly can to hurt you now!"
Joan began to sob in earnest then but shook her head 'yes' and sunk to her knees. The three ginning girls were watching her as she held her hands out, folded in supplication, and began to literally beg them:
There were tears streaming down her face, as she spoke to them, still holding her hands out in beseeching:
"Mistresses, I don't know what inspired you to take notice of me in the beginning but I do know that I appreciate it. You've contacted me now, today yet again, to come and be your play thing, which is the very thing that I sincerely wish to be. I know that you could well have chosen others, younger, prettier but I hope, and I assure you that you won't be able to choose anyone more willing or more thankful for your attentions. I know I've been balky and it makes me ashamed of myself. One of the lessons in life that I have recently learned is that, as difficult as it is to understand, I am turned on by, intrigued by, excited by having pain inflicted on me. I admit that I am hesitant because I am afraid, and I apologize for the hesitance, and I promise, I promise faithfully that I will submit willingly, smilingly and gratefully to your will. I am not selfish enough to ask you outright to hurt me now; that would be presuming too much, and this old slut does not wish to be presumptuous, but if it is your will to begin to hurt me now, then I kiss your feet and say, from the bottom of my heart: "Thank you."
The three girls applauded; Sue piped up and said:
"Better than that old bitch Bell."
"Much better," Beth said, "But I'm not surprised. I have confidence in our Joanie.
They stood and were grinning at Joan, who, true to her word, got down on her hands and knees and crawled to them, kissing their shoes, one after the other. She took the time, looking up only a few times to smile at the grinning girls watching her, to lick the shoes and clean them with her tongue.
"Well, honey," Beth said then, "It's time for you; come with us."
In the next room there was a kind of stool that was almost waist high. Beth pushed Joan until she was bent over the stool. Sue had some duct take and proceeded to take Joan's hands, as the wrist, to the legs of the stool. Then they pulled the naked woman's legs wide apart, so that it was possible to see all the way to Joan's asshole, and taped her legs to the outside legs of the stool legs, thus getting as wide a gap in Joan's ass as possible. The end effect was to have Joan's asshole and pussy both clearly showing, and her tits hanging down in front.
The third girl in the room, Stacy, got down behind Joan, once she was taped into place, and ran her tongue over the surface of her ass, asshole and pussy.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh!" Joan said, shivering.
"Nice, eh?" Beth asked.
"Very nice," Joan said.
"Ready, honey?" Beth asked then, and Joan shook her head yes, though she was crying again.
"Well, here's what we have in store." Beth said in a light, almost joyful voice. "We're going to give you a chance to eat each of us. Won't that be nice?"
"Yes, ma'am," Joan said through sobs.
"While you're busy doing that, one of us will be busy using a rod on your lovely exposed parts. Think you'll like that, Joanie?"
"Yes, ma'am," Joan said again through sobs.
"Good, let's get it going," Beth said.
Beth pulled a chair up so that it was directly in front of Joan's face; she stood then and unbuttoned her jeans, pulling them down and then her pale blue panties also down and off. She got into the chair and snugged herself right up to Joan's face, placing Joan's mouth directly at her pussy. She reached down and grabbed Joan's nipples and played with them.
Joan began moaning right away, and reached out her tongue to lick Beth's pussy. It was during her second lick of Joan's vulva that Sue, standing behind her, hit her for the first time with the rod she was holding.
Beth held onto Joan's head so that the effect was to have Joan scream into Beth's pussy.
"Far out!" Beth enthused, "Joanie, that feels wonderful. Keep licking, girl; you stop licking and the beating is going to get serious."
Joan did as she was told, delving her tongue now into the inner parts of Beth's pussy, working it back and forth and all around, seeking out the button of Beth's clit.
Sue hit her again. They didn't hit Joan often but they did hit her constantly, without stopping. Sue worked on the back of Joan's thighs, the cheeks of her ass, the inner walls of her ass cheeks, and now and again a specially planted whack directly on her asshole or her pussy. In each of those cases, Joan would shriek into the folds of
Beth's pussy, causing Beth to sigh out loud and now and again shiver.
"This is wonderful," Beth said. "She's better than old lady Bell."
(Ms. Bell was a teacher, not very old, who had, had the same treatment from the girls that Joan was now receiving.)
Sue kept up her lashing Joan's exposed ass and pussy, and Joan continued to use her tongue, and lips on Beth's pussy and clit. Finally, Joan brought Beth off with her eating. As she began to orgasm, Beth yelled to Sue:
"Now, now, get her!" And Sue aimed her slashed directly onto Joan's pussy.
Joan screeched into Beth's pussy, as her head was held in place and her face covered with Beth's wetness.
Beth leaned back then and said: "Okay, chance places!"
She took the rod now and Sue got into the chair, and clasped Joan's head to her pussy. Joan was sobbing but started to lick Sue's pussy immediately. Beth also began to belabor Joan's ass with the rod right away. The scene was exactly with Sue as it had been with Beth. Joan suffered through it all again, screaming and screeching each time she was hit, and directing the sound and the fury of her cries directly into Sue's pussy.
Then it was Stacy's turn. Beth still had the rod and Sue was rummaging around in a bag that they'd brought. The girls used the same method with Stacy receiving the oral attentions of Joan as before. Only this time, half way through the ordeal, Sue came and cozied up to Joan's pussy, now sporting a strap on dildo, and pushed it home.
"UUUUUUUUUUnnnnnnnnngggggggggg!" Joan moaned into Stacy's pussy, as Sue began to fuck her with the dildo. Beth moved around now so that she was able to begin to use the rod on Joan's tits and nipples.
Joan seriously thought that she'd pass out from the overwhelming sensations, and the whole thing was over just in time. She just lay there limp, when Stacy had finally cum into her mouth. They released her and set her on the floor on her knees.
"Enjoying yourself, Joanie?" Beth asked.
Joan shook her head 'yes' and remembered just in time to say 'yes, ma'am' to avoid a slap to the face.
"Well, honey," Beth said to her softly, as she knelt down next to where Joan was kneeling on the floor. "We have one more little surprise for the evening and then you're home free. You're home naked tonight but you're home free."
Joan looked up at her, and managed a smile despite the tracks of tears on her cheeks. She reached out a hand and took Beth's hand and kissed it.
"Yes, ma'am," Joan said, "Whatever the three of you want of me."
"Joanie, you're just the best ever," Beth said.
They got her up and took her outside to the van, putting her in the back with Stacy and Sue, while she was still naked.
As they drove, Sue gave Joan her pink panties to put back on. They didn't drive too far. Beth stopped the van on a road that ran toward a large bridge. When she stopped, she got out and walked toward the bridge.
"Well, well," a rather disheveled looking man say to Beth. "If it isn't the little girl wit the big gun."
"Hi!" Beth said.
"You're back, eh?" the smiling man, now joined by two others said. "Maybe got a treat for us? Another teacher?"
"No just a friend this time. We get to watch."
"Just as you say," The man said.
Then they opened the van and brought Joan out, wearing only her panties.
"Go over there and do what they want," Beth ordered.
Joan looked at her for a few seconds and, with a set look on her face, showing determination, she said a soft: "Yes, ma'am." And walked toward where the bums were waiting for her, smiling.
She stopped in front of them and said softly: "Hi, guys, I'm Joan."
One of them smiled at her and said: "Well, Joan, I'm Ben, this is Be and Will; you are certainly lovely beyond anything we'd expect. Can I ask without sounding crass: Why are you here with these delinquents? You seem much too classy to be with their kind."
Joan smiled at him, and them and said: "Oh, I'm trying to work out my own stuff here and they called and I came to them. It's, I guess, like punishing myself."
Ben smiled again, "You know that you don't have to do this, Joan," he said simply. "I mean we're rough men and don't want to pass up a chance with a classy lady like you but I don't like their style or attitude."
"Oh, Ben," Joan said ruefully, surprised at finding this kind of attitude among these drifters, "If I don't do this with you guys, they'll think up something worse for me to do, something dirty for me to do."
She smiled at the three of them and said: "I want to do this; please let me."
"Thank you, honey," Ben said then. "You tell us; we're easy to get along with."
Joan touched his face with her hand briefly and said:
“I think the first one will be quick, so that will be in my mouth. Then each of you can fuck me. Okay?”
They all got huge smiles on their faces in response. Without saying anything more, Joan went to her knees in front of Ben. She unzipped his fly and reached in to pull out his already stiff cock. She’d already determined to not pay attention to cleanliness or smell, and steeled herself to the task. Looking up at him with a grin for him, she sucked the head of his cock into her mouth. He sighed a huge sigh and put a hand lightly on her head.
Joan brought him off, a she’d thought, quickly. Then she left him and went on to Abe and afterwards Will to give them blow jobs also. She sat back on her heels, when that part of the task was done.
Then she was up and smiling at the three of them again:
“I hope you enjoyed that, guys, I did!” she said softly.
She put a hand on Ben’s shoulder and reached down to poull her panties down and off. She handed those to Abe, saying: “Hold these, honey.”
Next she bent over in front of Ben and he cozied into her, pushing his already stiff erection into and against her pussy lips. Now it was Joan’s turn to sigh. She did each of them again that way, bent over. None of them lasted a very long time this time either.
The entire event was over in no more than fifteen minutes from start to finish. When she was finally done with all three of them, she took her panties from Abe, who’d been holding them and handed them to Ben.
“Keep these,” she said, “Remember me.”
“I guess, sweet lady,” he said.
And she walked back to where the three girls were waiting. As she approached, the three of them applauded her.
She was smiling at them as they did.
“Too bad, Joanie, honey,” Beth said. “Those Momma panties were what we were going to let you wear home.”
At that point, Joan just smiled and said: “Yes, ma’am.”
“Get her into the van,”Beth said, somewhat angry at not disturbing Joan more. She added: “We’ll have a night cap and let our beauty go home until next time. Won’t that be fun, Joanie?”
“Yes, ma’am,” Joan said smiling at her.
Beth slapped Joan’s face, pushing her toward the van.
“You won’t be smiling,when we et your fat ass back to the club,” Beth said viciously.
Joan was silent on the drive back, worried now and not sure what to do about it.
When they arrived at the club there was car and a taxi already there. Joan, getting out of the van was overjoyed to see Sylvia standing there.
It was Sylvia who spoke first, before Beth had a chance to:
“Well, I see you've been fucking around with my friend; so, girls, it's your lucky night; I'm here to fuck around with you."
She held her arms out at that point, and glanced at Joan, who had simply been staring with a smile on her face.
Joan went to Sylvia and hugged her.
"Cavalry's here, love," Sylvia whispered to Joan.
"Oh thank you, thank you . . .I just can't tell you . . ." Joan whispered.
"Don't try, honey," Sylvia said, "We'll do that later. First, we deal with them."
Meanwhile Beth was demanding:
"Just who the fuck do you think you are?"
Sylvia laughed. "Dealing with you Beth Baines, is going to be so much fun."
"How do you know my name?" Beth demanded.
"Name?" Sylvia said with a laugh and then, reading from a note book she had, she told Beth her address, her phone number, her social security number, the fact that she lived with three other young women and the address. Sylvia was grinning as she went on to tell Beth how much she had in the bank, who her doctor was and the fact that two years ago she'd had an abortion.
All three girls were wide eyed at Sylvia's recitation. Joan simply stayed hugging Sylvia.
Sylvia turned to the other two girls: Susie Stanton, and Stacy Raines. Then she told them their cell phone numbers, and their social security numbers.
"I'm sure you get the picture, girls," Sylvia said, finishing.
"But to answer your question," she went on, "I am Joan's best friend, girl friend, sometimes lover; we share an intense passion for the same man, her husband. You see, girls, you've just fucked with the wrong person." Then she turned to the guy standing and looking on.
"Take them inside, Claude," Sylvia concluded.
Claude pulled a huge looking pistol and snapped a bullet into the chamber, pointing it at the girls, who blanched noticeably, when they saw it. He herded them into the club house.
Once inside, Joan fetched her skirt, blouse, bra and shoes; he panties were gone, having been given to Ben, and she dressed.
"Now, first of all," Sylvia said, "Let's see what we're dealing with. And, girls, please, please don't commit the error of thinking that Claude here is kidding or playing around. He will, you see, shoot off toes first and work from there. Shall I have him show you?"
"No, no, please," Sue stammered, while Stacy looked too scared to talk and Beth just glared.
"Good, then girls, all three of you strip naked! Do it now. I'll count down from 8 and whoever isn't naked by the count of one loses a big toe."
Then she pointed to Beth and said to Claude, "Begin with her."
She started to count down from 8 and it was a measure of their fright that all three of the girls were totally naked by the count of three.
"Lovely," Sylvia said, "Especially you, Sue! And you, Stacy; Beth, you're just a little too skanky for me."
"Bitch!" Beth said, and Claude shot into the floor next to Beth's foot, causing her to squeak involuntarily.
"Now, we'll just get these out of the way," Sylvia said, taking the clothes and piling them on a counter.
Beth got her courage up then and said: "You won't get away with it, bitch."
"Good," Sylvia said with a smile. "I wanted to pick one of you to be taken naked for a little ride to show just what the dirty side of sex is really all about. Not the kind of games that you play here with my friend. And you, Beth, have just volunteered."
Beth turned pale. Claude quickly stepped up to her and with a swift motion and a hand on a pressure point, rendered Beth unconscious. Beth collapsed to the floor.
"Get her ready, Claude," Sylvia said, and He proceeded to tape Beth's hands behind her back, her ankles together and put tape across her mouth, and a blind fold on.
He picked her up bodily, slinging her over his shoulder and took her out.
"Go ahead, Sue, Stacy, look at what he's going to do," Sylvia said pleasantly.
They watched horrified as Claude opened his trunk and slung the naked girl into the trunk, covered her with a blanket and shut her in there.
Sylvia then turned to Sue and Stacy, where were now sobbing.
"Girls," she said, "Your turn 'in the barrel' will come too; if I ever, ever get any wind of any idea that you've done this again, or even whispered my friend Joan's name. Am I clear?"
"Clear," Sue said, sobbing worse now.
"Clear," Stacy agreed outright crying.
Sue turned to Joan then, who was still braced against Sylvia and said to her, her tears now uncontrollable:
"Joan, I'm so sorry!"
Joan went to the crying girl and put her arms around her; then she opened her arms wide enough for Stacy also, and ended giving them both a hug.
"Sue, Stacy," Sylvia said then, "See what kind of woman our Joan is!"
"Yes, ma'am," Sue said, with Stacy agreeing, both of them responding from the shelter of Joan's arms.
Sylvia turned to Claude then and said: "Thanks, honey, take her and make sure that she gets done. No broken bones, but have them use straps and whips on her. You know how to do it, every hole to be used. Tell them that we have two more who might need the treatment but that I'll be in touch."
Claude went to Sylvia and kissed her cheek. "You've got it, boss," he said and left.
"I'm going to take my friend home now and put her in a hot tub, then I'm going to put her to bed between her naked husband and me, also naked and we're going to just tend her. Beth will be back at about 7 in the morning.
She will need caring for. Make sure that your turns don't come up. You wouldn't like it."
"Yes, ma'am," both of them said.
Then Joan gave them each a kiss on the cheek and left with Sylvia. She walked arm in arm with Sylvia, her arm around Sylvia's waist.
They got in Joan's car, and Joan just started to cry. Sylvia gathered her into her arms.
"You cry, girl," she said, cooing into Joan's ear, "You just cry and we're gonna take care of you. You just go ahead."
It took a good 15 minutes to calm her down, and then they went home to Gary.
Gary and Sylvia put Joan into the tub and bathed her, all three of them now naked. Both Sylvia and Gary helped bathe Joan, making her just lie back in the fragrant, hot water and enjoy it. They rubbed her with body lotion to aid the soreness from the beating with the rod that she'd undergone, and took a good time just pampering her. When it was all done, they took her off to bed and put her snuggly in the middle of the three of them, all still naked. She lay there for a while just sobbing from the quality of the care that Sylvia and Gary were giving her.
In the dark Joan described to the other two what the three girls had done, and made her do. Sylvia, when Joan had told it all, said how impressed she was with Ben and the other two.
"You never know when and where you'll run into quality," she said, as the three of them drifted to sleep, still holding on to Joan.
It must have been only around 3 AM, when Joan's eyes opened. She realized immediately that she was still flanked by naked bodies. She heard Gary softly snoring. She looked over at Sylvia and saw Sylvia watching her with eyes that were almost glowing in the dark.
"Hi,love," Sylvia said.
"Darling, darling, Sylvia," Joan said, "You take such good care of me."
Syliva giggled and said: "Joan, someone's got to." Then she turned serious and said:
"Are you okay now, honey?"
"Yes," Joan said, leaning forward to plant a light kiss on Sylvia's lips. Sylvia had the same thought and so, met
Joan's lips half way. The kiss was at first soft, and just lightly brushing but then began to be more passionate, with mouths open and tongues active.
"You're pretty much done with this wildness now, aren't you, sweet darlin'?" Sylvia asked.
"Yes," Joan said, "I need to watch myself but 'the great urge downward,' as the book title had it, is about over."
Sylvia stroked Joan's face: "Mistake made, mistake made up for, further punishment is not needed!"
"I know!" Joan said. "Whatever would I have done without you?"
"Question just doesn't need to be asked," Sylvia said.
Then Sylvia smiled and said: "Is Mr Big Dick asleep?"
Joan giggled, and said, "Yes, good time to attack!"
"Just what I had in mind," Sylvia giggled.
"Can you handle the big guy, honey?" Joan asked then. "I'm still sore. I'll be the cheerleader, and clean up whoever needs it."
"Gee," Sylvia said, "I'd keep you around just for that, if nothing else."
The two of them giggled then and they softly changed places. Gary was sleeping on his back with his cock sticking straight up against his stomach.
Joan giggled as she watched Sylvia hover over Gary and, slowly, softly fit Gary's big prick up insider of her moistened pussy. Gary woke with Sylvia straddling him and leaning down to kiss him. Joan lay on her side next to the two of them; she delved her hand down to be under Sylvia's ass, so that she could play with Sylvia's pussy, as Gary fucked her and Gary's balls in the process.
They played nicely like this for a good half hour before going back to bed in a heap. Joan did as she had promised. She first sucked Gary's cock clean and then ate Sylvia's pussy clean.
The morning was a bit hectic, since Sylvia had a business meeting that was very important to her. They coffeed and were off, promising each other that they'd get together soon.
The next morning Sylvia's meeting was, in fact, with John Smart. Their meeting had gone extremely well, and John Smart was feeling better about the shape of things than he had in a month or more.
"Sylvia," he said, "This pleases me very much; I think that we'll end up making lots of money on this both your group and us also."
Sylvia smiled at him and said: "John there is just one more thing, and I guess I should add right up front that this will be a deal breaker."
John was wondering if there were any quirks and was mentally prepared to do whatever Sylvia's group wanted to get this backing that he desperately needed.
"Shoot," John said.
"Well, John," she began with a smile it's this. "I want Joan."
"Come again," he said, not readily understanding.
"I said that I want Joan, your head of security."
"Uh, do you know her history?" he said slowly, not sure how to react.
"John, I know everything about her history. I know she made a foolish move and borrowed funds; I know you caught her; I know you've reduced her and Gary, her husband to a kind of sexual servitude. I know that every time she enters this office she needs to show you her panties or be beaten for forgetting."
She let that sink in and then said: "I want her on my staff and out of here or the deal is off; what is more: I want every piece of evidence that you have. Everything! If you hold back any item, any item at all, we will call our money in, and ruin you. We'll throw you away and leave you without a pot to piss in. You will get our backing, and generous terms; I will throw in the money that she 'borrowed' plus an extra 10% over it; but be sure of this with the backing you will do this, and sign a release that promises that you have held nothing back in this matter subject to the financial penalties that I've mentioned."
He was a bit pale at that point.
"Call her in here please," John.
He saw the spot he was in and decided to go along immediately. He then got on the intercom and asked Joan to please come to his office.
Joan sighed and went to John's office, making a mental note about her panties, and realizing, gratefully, that she was wearing a very nice pair of white, stretch lace ones.
She went in, and said automatically: "John?" and hiked her skirt up, showing her panties. John looked really upset at that, and it was then that Joan noticed Sylvia. Joan let out a squeak and dropped her skirt, looking at Sylvia and then John and not sure what was happening or what to do about it.
"Please sit, Joan," John Smart said.
"Sylvia do you want to tell her about this or do I?" he asked.
"Go ahead, John," Sylvia said.
"Well, Joan, our company, as you might know or suspect, needs an infusion of capital. About the best that we can do is to ally ourselves with the conglomerate that Sylvia mostly owns and runs. Sylvia and I have finished the negotiations and I'll take these very favorable terms to our board. But it'll be a done deal."
He paused then, as if to be sure of how to proceed but then he went on:
"Sylvia has made one caveat about the deal, that will be, in her words, a deal breaker. If I refuse, this company will be finished within months, and I will be ruined. She insists that she hire your services away from us to be her assistant. She insists, in addition, that any and all material, photos, videos, etc about our special relationship be given to her, and that if I hold anything back, anything at all, I will in effect be ruined. So, I just want to tell you that, as of now you are no longer working her, and I wish you well with your future with Sylvia."
Joan just covered her eyes and began to cry. Ignoring John, Sylvia went to her and held Joan's head; Joan put her arms around Sylvia and continued to cry.
Sylvia spoke up then:
"John, Joan and I are going to lunch now; we'll give you two hours to get together the material that I want. If you change your mind, and renege on this, I will begin to ruin you and this company beginning at 3:15 PM this afternoon. And, oh, I should tell you that I have already hired Sam and Timmie and Shag also. They work for me now."
"I see," John said.
As they were heading out the door, Sylvia said:
"John I will hire someone to make sure that you have kept your word. Please don't disappoint me."
"Of course not, Sylvia." John said.
"And, John," she concluded, "This isn't personal between you and me; we're going to make money together."
He smiled then and said, "Sylvia, I realize that." Then he turned to Joan and said:
"Thank you for everything, Joan."
She went to him threw her arms around him and sobbed on his shoulder for a few minutes. She added then:
"John, I realize that you were fair with me; more than fair. I don't regret that part of it."
Then she said to John: "John, would you please call Samantha, my secretary in here for a moment."
He shrugged is shoulders and called her in on the intercom. When she arrived, and John was listening and Sylvia standing there, Joan said:
"Samantha, go in there, take your clothes off and give Mr Smart a blow job; he needs it."
Samantha smiled and said: "Yes, ma'am." She was already unbuttoning her blouse as she crossed the threshold.
They left, figuring to clean out Joan's stuff later. Sylvia took Joan to a tea place that was not far away.
Joan sat and looked at first, shocked.
She turned to Sylvia and said: "Sylvia, I don't know what to say."
"Honey, we eat each other's pussies; you share your lovely husband; we're there for each other; that's all there is to say."
"And by the way," Sylvia continued, "How do you feel about working, at first, security for us."
"Fine," Joan said.
"With Shag, Timmie and Sam," Sylvia added.
Joan giggled then and said: "Well, at least if I get out of line they will know what to do."
They both began to giggle then and for Joan it turned into a cry. She put her head down and let it go; Sylvia put her arm around Joan's shoulder and let her.
The waitress came and looked distressed: "Is she okay?" she wanted to know
"Well," Sylvia added, "She just got a new job and a $50,000 a year raise; it kind of overwhelmed her."
Joan stopped crying; looked up at Sylvia, who was grinning at her, and the waitress was grinning too. They ordered tea and scones.
Joan finally said: "Sylvia, you will never regret this."
Sylvia got a sly smile on her face and said:
"You know, I really, really wonder sometimes what it would feel like to have Shag, and, what does he call them, 'his merry men' work me over."
"Oh that's such a hot idea," Joan said. "I'd let them do me first, so that you could see."
"Really?" Sylvia said.
"Really," Joan admitted.
"Food for thought!" Sylvia admitted and kissed Joan's soft, soft lips.
After their tea, the still had a good deal of time before they needed to go back and talk to John Smart. They went to Gary's office. They found him working in a fairly crowded work room. He was at a drawing board working and there were others, many were really lovely women, working around him.
He saw them coming and stopped to grin at them.
Sylvia piped up, as soon as she reached Gary:
"Hey aren't you the guy that the two of us slept with last night?"
Gary looked around in obvious distress, while Joan was just barely suppressing a laugh.
"Well, aren't you?" Sylvia wanted to know.
He knew when he was beaten, and said: "Yes, I am."
There were grins on the faces of all the women in the room. Sylvia turned to them and mouthed the words 'he's huge', holding her hands apart to emphasize Gary's equipment size.
Then Sylvia whispered to him: "That should keep you busy for a while."
"Thanks," he said, kissing her and then hugging and kissing Joan.
"We need to talk, Gary," Joan said.
Gary took them to a private office and the two women explained everything to him. He was shocked, pleased, and just ready to dance with joy. They explained the salary and compensation to him and it set him off again.
"Here's the really good part," Sylvia said then. "We have about 17 days before we need to start working. "Your salary, Joan, love, will start as of tomorrow but I think we all need a vacation. Don't you?"
"Oh, yes," Joan said, "I'd love to get the two of you alone for a while."
"Well, I happen to have a beach house on the Gulf Coast of Florida," Sylvia said. "What say we go, maybe day after tomorrow?"
Gary said quickly: "I'm in the middle of something big here, and really can't get away for another week or 10 days. But after that I can."
Joan spoke up and said: "But, Sylvia, why don't we go; we'll have time for each other and whatever mischief we can get into and then we'll rape Gary, when he gets there."
"Sounds like a plan," Sylvia said. She looked at Gary and he readily agreed.
Then a thought struck Sylvia and she said: "This afternoon we need to go to a store that I know; we can get new thong bikinis."
Joan squealed at the thought. Gary just grinned a huge grin. They went together to look at the bathing suits. There was a rather good looking young man who asked if they needed help.
Sylvia explained to him that they were thinking of buying thong bathing suits, and wanted to know, if he thought that they might wear them to good effect. She said to Joan, with a grin:
"Let's show him."
Both women then turned their backs to the young man and hiked their skirts up, displaying panty covered asses, and they asked him if they should buy them. He advised them to go ahead and buy them.
That night they paraded their new suits for Gary: Joan's thong was red, and Sylvia's was yellow. Only a thin line of material was nestled between the cracks of their asses. Gary applauded, just before the two women jumped him.
As they talked that night also, Sylvia and Joan explained to Gary that John had indeed gathered the material that he had about Joan and surrendered it. Joan and Sylvia had it in their possession. Some of it they simply destroyed, and the rest, videos and some photos they kept. John had also signed the affidavit that indicated that he held no more material back at all, under pain of losing the financing of his new partner, and due threat of ruinous litigation.
The three of them were sitting in the family room and Joan said:
"The nightmare, that I brought on myself, is finally over; so, what now?"
She addressed the question possibly to Gary, possibly to Sylvia, possibly to both or just to some vague notion of the 'fates'.
It was Sylvia's bright voice that gave the answer: "The Gulf Coast of Florida."
The End.
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