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Sunday November 1st...
I stare at my battered face in the mirror, everything's changed, and I don't even recognize the face looking back at me. It took Lisa just about an hour to remove my make up, last night, and I'm really feeling the effects of her beating. I pop a couple of Vicodin, and stumble to the kitchen for another ice pack. Lisa's making me wear a corset 24/7 until I lose thirty pounds, and I haven't the heart to argue with her anymore... She won, I lost, end of story.
I'm wearing my Baby doll over the corset, panties, and my silk robe, I'm trying to bend to get an ice pack out of my freezer when there's a knock on the back door, Carrie and Sophie use their key and walk in, they stop dead when they see my face. Before they can say a word, I hold up my hand and slur, "wait here, I'll go wake Goddess." They look at each other, Sophie with concern, Carrie with a raised brow. I walk into the bedroom and wake Lisa up.
"The girls are here Goddess."
"Tell them to go away!" Lisa says, still asleep. I walk back out to the kitchen and say, "she'd like you to come back later, I'll call you."
Sophie starts to say, "Chris, your face?" But Carrie cuts her off and says, "we saw Molly last night!" I look at her dully, the Vicodin is kicking in, and say, "ok, she'll probably want to hear this."
As I go into the bedroom Sophie says, "look at his face! She beat the shit out of him!"
"His choice, remember? None of our business."
"What? Where did that come from? Yesterday you said she wasn't good enough for him, now you don't care?"
"I care damn it! You think I like seeing him like that? I care enough to no longer interfere in his relationship!"
"You think this is your fault, don't you? You think Lisa actually took your advice!"
"It IS my fault! I told her she needed a firmer hand... Damn it Sophie, I was pissed off! I didn't think she'd mess him up that bad, this is ALL my fault!"
"So what do we do now?"
"We deal with this MY WAY! Molly, Mandy... Lisa, I'll take care of all of it... And Chris will never know we were involved, right?"
"Just be careful, I'm not coming to visit you in prison," Sophie says with a kiss.
"Goddess, please wake up, it's important."
"Damn it Bitch, I said later!"
"Molly was at the Ball."
"Shit... Ok gimme a second to wake up, go start the fuckin coffee."
I enter the kitchen and see Sophie whispering to Carrie, then kiss her. I walk to the coffee machine and start a pot brewing, then pull a coffee cake out of the pantry. "Help yourselves, Goddess will be out in a minute."
I place the ice pack on my eye, and lean against the counter, staring into space. The look on my face tells Carrie and Sophie that I don't want to talk about it so we remain quiet until Lisa walks in. She heads right for the table and says, "please, have a seat, Bitch, you pour the coffee." As I pour the coffee, and set out plates for the cake, Lisa says, "what's this about Molly?"
"I hired a Private Detective in Miami to keep an eye on Molly," Carrie says.
Lisa interrupts her by looking at me and asking, "Bitch, did you know about this?"
"She mentioned she was going to last week Goddess, but that's the last I heard of it."
Now Carrie interrupts, "LIKE I was saying, I hired a PI out of my own pocket to keep an eye on Molly for you... Would you like to hear what I found out, or would you rather go another round with Bitch there?"
I jump to my feet, ready to lash out, but Lisa places a hand on my arm and softly says, "sit." Sophie looks like she's going to throw up, and looks at me anxiously. I sit back down, and Lisa says, "thank you, I should have thought to do that myself... Please, continue."
Carrie continues with less venom now. "Molly has enlisted the aid of her sister Miranda, goes by Mandy, last name is Spencer, and her last known address is New York City. Mandy was arrested four years ago in Omaha, and convicted of Fraud, and Burglary. She did a year in the Nebraska Woman's Correctional Facility. And the best part, she was convicted on the testimony given by Molly Blake!"
"What? Molly ratted out her own sister?" I ask incredulously, all anger at my sister forgotten.
"Well," Lisa says with a raised brow, "this is getting interesting, please, go on."
Carrie helps herself to a slice of cake, takes a bite, then continues. "Mandy arrived in Miami last Sunday, and has been seen frequenting BDSM Clubs, and toy stores around Miami, and sparring with Molly at a Dojo. My PI tells me they're both very skilled in what he guess's to be Hapkido."
I look at Lisa and say, "this isn't good, Molly was bad enough, now there are two of them."
"I know Sweetheart, perhaps it's time we start carrying Taser's with us wherever we go... Is that all Carrie?"
Sophie speaks up now, "no, we spotted Molly at the Ball last night, and she left early with another. We don't know if it was Mandy, we never got a look at his/ her face. Molly's cut her hair short and spiky, and it's Platinum blond."
"Chris, I think it's time to go to the police, we're getting in way over our heads here."
"You can't do that!" Sophie says, saving me the effort. "You'll both go to Jail, and your lives will be ruined!"
"I'm afraid Sophie's right Goddess, we burned that bridge when we didn't go to the police right away. We'll just have to be careful until I can figure something out." I already have something, but I have a few details to work out.
"But Chris..." Lisa starts, but I squeeze her knee under the table, and give her a subtle shake of the head.
Carrie stands up and says, "well that's all we know, we can't be involved with this any longer, I hope you understand... Thanks for the coffee, we'll leave you two alone."
"Hold on, I have something to say." All three look at me in surprise, especially Lisa. I can tell she's wondering if I'm about to break the promise I made just last night. "Please, sit down, this won't take long, I promise."
They sit and look at me expectantly. "First, I'd like to thank Carrie for lending me her corset, I apologize that my rude behavior prohibited us from attending the Ball. I'll see it's returned to you, freshly laundered, and I understand your not waning any part of this, I tried to keep you out the whole time."
Carrie and Sophie look at each other, then at Lisa, who gives them a nod.
"Second, but most importantly, you three are my family! And I hate it when my family fights with each other. Now I'm asking, no, I'm begging that we bury the hatchet here and now! Goddess, I'm begging you to please forgive my Sister, she's the only one I have. I love her, and need her in my life."
"Carrie, I'm begging you to forgive Lisa, she will be my wife, and I love her like no other, I also beg you to understand that her way of domination, may not be YOUR way of domination, but it works for us, and we're happy." I watch that sink in, and Sophie shoots her a look, I now know her secret.
"And finally Sophie, I beg you to forgive Lisa and I for upsetting you and causing any friction between you and Carrie, I love you as much as my sister, and feel you ARE my sister, not of blood, but of heart... Can we please end this fighting, and be friends again, please?"
Surprisingly, all three have tears of shame in their eyes, and I pray my words sink home. I take my sister and hug her tight, rubbing her back in our special way, I whisper I love you, and hug Sophie, while Carrie turns to Lisa and says, "truce?" Lisa nods and hugs Carrie, before hugging Sophie.
The girls leave, and Lisa grabs me in a tight hug. She holds on for a long time before saying, "thank you, I think we all needed that."
"I know Goddess, would you like breakfast?"
"No, I'm going back to bed, why don't you join me?"
"Well, what did you think of that?" Sophie asks Carrie after they get home.
"She's broken him, I think we're too late." Carrie say's in a resigned sigh.
"I was talking about his plea to bury the hatchet Love, he's so desperate for us to get along with Lisa... It breaks my heart."
"Damn it! It breaks my heart too! I keep thinking if I only brought Debra here with us that first visit, none of this would have happened! I can play nice with Lisa, until she pisses me off again, hopefully this will be done before that happens."
"You really think Debra would have changed anything? For all we know, all this BDSM stuff is Lisa's doing."
"Baby, don't be silly, we know Molly started it... Open your eyes! I know it's not your thing, and I've never held it against you, but I've been telling you for years Chris needed a Domme. Any vanilla girl he dated would always be compared to you, and never measure up! He needs a strong woman to take control."
"Ok Love, that's your world, you understand it much better than I... So, what's our next move?"
"I've swapped places with Candice, so tomorrow I go to Seattle, I've arranged a meeting with Johnny. I think I need to move fast here, I'm betting Molly's a little pissed that they didn't show last night."
Lisa and I are laying in bed after making love, and she say's, "ok, you wanna tell me how we're going to deal with Molly?"
"What is Tuesday?" I reply.
"What? What the hell are you talking about?"
"What happens Tuesday?"
"Are you sure you're all right? Do I need to take you to the hospital?"
"Follow me here... The Sun comes up, the POLLS open, and?"
"They lock you in a straight jacket and arrest me for battery! Just fucking say it!"
"State Senator Dirk becomes US Senator Dirk! Now if YOU were in Dirk's shoes, on the verge of more power and prestige then ever before, how would YOU deal with a blackmailer?"
"I'd use the full power of my elected office and get the FBI involved! But Chris, that leads right back to us!"
I lean in and whisper, "we're not on her list! And are the FBI really going to believe Molly over a Federal employee in good standing, and the daughter of a Federal Judge?"
"But what about the money, and the house!"
"By the time the FBI goes through that list, I doubt they'll be worried about little fish like us, and the money will be impossible to trace back to me, I bounced it around thirty banks in twenty two countries... All of which have strict privacy laws, and half aren't on friendly terms with the US... I may be blind, and dumb, but I'm not stupid!"
"You were smart enough to fall in love with me!" She says snuggling into my shoulder.
"There's one more thing Goddess," I say, "you would get the FBI involved if YOU were Dirk... If I were Dirk, I wouldn't want to risk a Federal investigation into my life so I'd use my Mob connections to make it disappear... Quietly... So if we go that route, we have to tread very carefully or we could disappear too!"
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Sunday November 21st.
I'm asking Lisa to marry me on Friday, the proposal won't be anything special, or romantic like I'd hoped it would be, just Dinner in Flagstaff's finest restaurant. Lisa was driving me home from Physical Therapy in our new Toyota Sequoia, and I suggested we stop and look at rings. She fell in love with a Marquise cut two carat ring in a Platinum setting, and I chose a Titanium, comfort fit band. Lisa's whisper of buying Juliette a diamond had me blushing bright red, I'd thought she was joking until she mentioned a dress. My injuries have healed, and I've lost twenty two pounds through corset training, watching my diet, and limiting my beer, Lisa has been most supportive, she's even let me cut my hair in anticipation of meeting her parents..
Carrie, despite her telling us they were done with Molly, has used her airline connections to find out she flew back to Miami the day after the ball, and Mandy went to New York. She assures us she'll know if they book a flight, assuming they don't use fake identification. Carrie tells us that fake documents aren't as easy to get as they are on TV, and Airport security is more stringent than ever... We're flying to Arizona tomorrow for Thanksgiving, and to meet Lisa's parents, and she is a nervous wreck.
"Please Goddess, calm down, if worse comes to worse, Juliette will seduce your Father, and I'll seduce your Mother, and force them to accept you back!"
Lisa nicks me in the balls, and with mock anger says, "you keep that wanton slut away from my Daddy!" She giggles when I bend at the waist and groan, those glancing blows hurt! When I stand up she looks at me strangely, I start to get nervous when she says, "take your shirt and sweatshirt off, I want to see something."
I do as I'm told, and Lisa eyes my corset clad torso closely. She orders me to turn around, then back to face her. I can see she's pleased about something, so I ask, "what is it?"
"Your figure, it's getting quite... Girly," I look at the mirror and see she's right, my waist is noticeably narrower than my hips and ass, and my torso is becoming V shaped.
"Um Goddess?" I say in a mildly panicked tone, "just how far are you going to take this?" I choose my words carefully, I don't want her to think I'm defying her, but I also don't want to live as a Woman, or Transgendered.
"Don't worry my Love, I think that's enough." The relief on my face has her smiling again. "Oh, we're not done with you, now we build up your ass and chest a bit... Not too much, just enough for definition... You want abs like mine, don't you Lover?"
She does have a fabulous abdomen, just a hint of muscle, but still feminine and smooth.
"I think I would look great with abs like yours Goddess." I tell her honestly. We dress and go to Greg's for the game.
It's times like these I miss Nikki, the happy times. I spoke with her on the phone that Sunday after the Ball, and she explained that while she had a lot of fun with us, she just couldn't handle the stress and drama of a BDSM relationship. I told her I understood, and hoped we could remain friends. She assured me we could, and I reminded her the speech coach loan was still available. She told me she would let me know, and we haven't spoken since. The guys were ribbing me about my brows, but Lisa stepped up and told them she got a little carried away trimming them. None of them wanted to feel like a jerk for picking on a girl, so the issue kinda went away, like the Martha nickname. The Bears whup Minnesota, and are 6-1. Playoff fever is setting in, and Superbowl talk is in the air, Carrie is in town for the game, but Sophie wrangled a flight to SFO on Friday, and chose to spend the weekend with her family. Everyone seems to be getting along, and act friendly toward each other, so I'm happy my speech worked. We hang out longer than usual, and I promise the guys it's game on tonight, and Lisa and I head home around five thirty. Just before six my phone rings, I don't recognize the number, but it's a Chicago prefix.
I tentatively answer "hello?" I'm very surprised when the caller speaks.
"Hi Chris, this is Mary Norris, how are you?" Mary's tone is warm and friendly.
I put the call on speaker and wave Lisa over, "great Mary, how are you? Are you working on a Sunday?"
"Oh good heavens no! I'm doing well, thank you for asking. The reason I called is because we missed you on Saturday. Mistress Rhianna hosted November's party, and we thought you and Mistress Lisa was it? Would have been there."
"Yes it's Lisa, ah we didn't know about it to be perfectly honest, we're not members yet."
"Oh, well I guess that explains it, are you still planning on joining? We love having fresh young faces in the group."
I look at Lisa, who nods enthusiastically. "Actually we are, may I ask what we need to do?"
"I'll be happy to email you the rules, and contract, do you think you can make the December party? It's on the second Saturday of the month, and Master John is hosting, I'll make sure I get the information to you."
"Thank you Mistress, and thank you for calling, my Mistress will be pleased when I tell her the news."
"You're quite welcome boy, I hope you have a happy Thanksgiving, good bye."
"Goodbye Mistress, happy holiday." I hang up and Lisa's beaming, she kisses me hard, and does a little spin.
"Wow, you're in a good mood," I comment with a smile.
"Ever since I set up the Batman fantasy, I've wanted to join that club! The toys, the furniture, the Grotto! That place is a Dominatrix dream come true! And the best part? They called us! Molly told me there's a nine month screening process, and a waiting list to join!"
"The Grotto? Well I'm happy that you're happy Goddess, I just hope this isn't part of Molly's plan."
"Do you really think Mary would help Molly out? You told me you trusted her."
"Of course I don't, I do trust her, I'm just being paranoid since we haven't heard anything in a few weeks."
"Why don't you hire a PI to look in on her if you're so worried?"
"I think I will, have you finished packing Goddess?"
"I just have my personal effects to pack, make up, hair stuff, you know."
"Why not pack your make up and use mine tomorrow?"
"You haven't packed it yet? Mother might like having Juliette over for Tea." Lisa asks innocently before smiling her evil smile. Damn she got me again!
Carrie's already changed into her flannel pajamas, and settling in to catch up on her favorite shows she recorded while at work when her phone rings. It's a New York prefix, and she smiles. "Hey Girlfriend! How are you, you sexy Bitch?"
And effeminate male voice answers, "oh don't you know it Sugar! When are you and the gorgeous Greek coming to see Freddie?"
"I don't know Honey... What's up?"
"Word is you were asking around about some cute blond looking to get into domination, Mistress Stella mentioned a new player in town, and I think it might be your girl..."
"Oh do tell my Love, do tell."
"Word is Mistress Ilsa has a new Domme under her wing, and she's into inflicting serious pain!"
"Ilsa? Tell me about her, I never heard of her."
"Oh she popped up on the scene about a year ago, claims she's South African. She bills herself as the ultimate Sadist, and is heavily into black slavery play."
"Can you do me a favor and lay eyes on the new girl for me? I'll owe you one, and you know what that means Sexy!"
"For you Baby? Consider it done, email me a picture, and I'll call you by Wednesday."
"You're the best Freddie, tell Gregory we love him and we'll see you soon." Carrie hangs up the phone in a good mood, she calls Sophie and asks her if she'd like to go see a Broadway show next Saturday.
It's snowing as we climb into the Towncar for the thirty minute ride to Midway. Lisa is a bundle of nerves once again, and fidgeting the entire ride to the Airport. We check in for our flight, and head through security. I of course look like a middle eastern Terrorist, so the TSA woman pulls me aside for an enhanced pat down. I say a silent thanks to Lisa for allowing me to fly without my corset, the boyshorts are risky enough. I bet if it was a male agent, he would have selected Lisa, I grumble as I'm groped and felt up by Star Jones here.
We have muffins and coffee while we wait the two long hours before we board our Southwest flight... Free tickets dontcha know:) This is one of those "board the plane at ten, fly two hours, then deplane at eleven," situations thanks to the time zone change. We grab our luggage, turn around to walk outside, and there they are. Lisa stops dead in her tracks and stares at her parents standing near the exit doors. My first impression of her father is, formidable... He's got to stand six two, with a big chest, a bit of extra weight around the middle, full head of hair, and a Tom Selleck mustache, reddish brown in color. Lisa's mother is a petite five four, with fine cheekbones and shoulder length blond hair, and it's obvious who Lisa got her looks from.
"DADDY!" Lisa shouts with tears in her eyes, and runs to her Father, he envelops her in his arms, and her Mom joins in the family hug. I stay back where I'm standing, and allow them the time they need to heal. When they finally break the hug, Lisa's smiling, and waves me over.
"Mom, Dad, this is Christopher, Chris, this is my Father Roy, and my Mother, Leslie."
I set down our luggage and hold out my hand, I'm expecting a bruising handshake and I'm not disappointed. "Your Honor, it's nice to meet you." I give as good as I get, and I think this surprises the Judge.
I turn to her Mother with a warm smile, hold out my hand and say, "and you Mrs..."
"Please call me Leslie," she interrupts with a smile of her own.
"Leslie it is, it's a pleasure to meet you as well, please call me Chris."
"Well, we better get these bags to the car, I don't think the cop I bribed will be happy if we linger here chatting."
We all laugh, and Roy grabs Lisa's suitcase and carry on while I haul my own to the black BMW 740i idling in the red zone. "Thanks Harry," Roy calls out to the cop directing traffic. We load the luggage in the trunk, and start our hour long drive to the ranch.
"So Chris, how did you meet our daughter?" Roy asks, looking at me in the rear view.
Oh great, the interrogation right away, "we met through Molly Blake, your Honor."
"Call me Roy, I'm not behind the bench... So, are you a... Client of her's as well?"
"No Sir, she's my next door neighbor, she introduced us at a backyard barbecue."
"I see, may I ask where you go to school?"
"Actually Sir, I hold a Master's Degree from Cal Tech," I watch Roy look at Leslie, and her return gaze, she has a cross between surprise and happy expression on her lovely face. I head off the next obvious question by continuing, "we share the same employer Roy."
"You work for the department of Justice?" Roy asks in surprise.
"No Sir, I meant the Federal Government, I'm an environmental engineer working at Argonne National Laboratories."
"Interesting... What level?"
"What do you mean Daddy?" Lisa asks in confusion.
Roy tries to think of a tactful way of saying "how much money do you make" without coming off as rude. I come to his rescue by saying, "I'll explain it later Sweetheart, I'm a GS 14, rank 5 Sir, and my Director is pushing me to go for my Doctorate at the University of Chicago."
Now Roy's brows do go up, then narrow as he says, "at your age? I find that hard to believe young man."
"Daddy! I can't believe you just called Chris a liar! How could you?"
"It's ok Lisa, if I were him I'd have a hard time believing it too, but the truth is Sir, I am very good at what I do. I hired in as a Level 10 grade 3, and I've been fast tracked for promotion by a couple of mentors now, including the Director herself. I'm sure you have connections in Washington, please give them a call, my last name is Madsen."
"That won't be necessary Chris, I apologize for my behavior, it's just I see the dark half of humanity every day, and I'm afraid I've become cynical in my old age, and please, call me Roy." Roy says to save face.
"I understand Roy, if Lisa were my daughter, I'd be asking the same questions myself."
Lisa and her Mom decide it's time to catch up on girl talk, and Lisa learns all the local gossip. We arrive at the ranch just after noon local time, in my opinion it's more of a horse farm than a working ranch, but if Roy wants to call it a ranch, who am I to argue?
Lisa and I are given separate rooms, not that I'm surprised, and informed lunch would be served in thirty minutes by the Housekeeper, Mrs Sanchez. We take the time to unpack, and join the family on the deck overlooking a large in ground pool, and sprawling grounds. I can see the blue shrouded mountains off in the near distance.
We are served Chicken Enchiladas, Chili Rellenos, beans, rice, and the best Pico DeGallo I've ever had. "So Roy," I say as I help myself to another stuffed pepper, "how many acres do you have?"
"One hundred and fifty," he replies. "small as ranches go, but it suits us just fine... Are you familiar with ranching Chris?"
"Yes Sir, I spent my summers on my Grandparent's cattle ranch in Montana up until college. It was mostly livestock, Cattle and a few Pigs."
"So you ride horses?" Leslie adds happily.
"Well it's been awhile, but yes, I have a lot of hours on horseback. Before my promotion to Chicago, I was working in Idaho. I'd rent a horse now and then and take a weekend camping trip."
"How many acres do your Grandparents have?" Roy continues.
"I'm afraid they're no longer with us, but they had six thousand."
"Oh, we're sorry Chris," Leslie says in sympathy.
"Thank you, it's been nine years, but I still miss them very much... My Grandpa and I were very close."
"And your parents?" Roy prods.
"Their alive and well living on a small farm in Oregon." I tell them, wondering how far they'll push.
"Do you see them often, living in Chicago?" Leslie pushes.
"A few times a year, my sister Carrie works for Southwest Airlines, and one of the perks is families fly for free, so I go see them when I can."
"Any other siblings?" Leslie continues."
"No Ma'am, just my twin Sister Carrie."
"Do you see her often?"
"She just bought the house next door to me, and just got a big promotion at the Airlines, so she'll be staying on the ground and working at Midway, I'll get to spend time with her every week now."
"Oh that's lovely, we tried to well give Lisa a Brother or Sister, but it wasn't meant to be."
"Mother!"
Lisa takes me on a tour of the house after lunch, while Roy closes himself off in his study to "get some work done." He's no doubt checking me out with his contacts in DC. Lisa and I take a long swim, and I actually get to wear a men's suit she ordered for me online. It's hot pink and black, but no Slingshot here, thank God. As we're floating in the deep end Lisa say's, "I'm sorry about the third degree, Baby. Daddy can be a little... Overzealous."
"Don't worry about it Goddess, I fully expected it. He's no doubt checking my background as we speak... I'll bet you that by the time he learns everything, you'll see a change in attitude."
"Still keeping secrets from me?" She says playfully, and dunks me under water.
Leslie knocks on her husbands study door, and steps in, closing it behind her. "Well?" She asks Roy with a raised brow.
"He's telling us the truth, he has powerful backers in the scientific community, holds seven patents, and has published an incredible twenty three papers on clean energy, and the desalinization of salt water. I'm told he's being groomed to run Argonne Labs in the not too distant future."
"What does all that mean?"
"It means my Love, the boy is twenty eight, and is already one of our top men in the field of environmental clean up."
"He isn't one of those radical environmental activist's, is he?"
"On the contrary, he has a reputation of working with industries, and staying out of politics."
"Good! Because I think he's very nice. He's clean cut, polite, and gets along with his parents. Our daughter has a less than stellar track record when it comes to the boys she dates."
"That's not all Honey, his Grandfather was Jonas Collins."
"I'm not familiar with him," Leslie says, searching her memory.
"There's no reason you should be, but he was the main supplier of beef for the In N Out Burger franchise. When he died, he left Chris, and his Sister 5.5 million dollars each."
Leslie's eyes widen a bit, "so he has a secure, well paying job with a future, and money... Oh Roy, you don't think Lisa is using him for his money, do you? I told you cutting her off was too extreme!"
"I don't know, with her track record anything's possible... Most of Chris's money is being held until his thirtieth birthday in two years, he received 1.5 when he graduated Cal Tech, but from what I see, he's used the money very wisely. No Porsche's, or extravagant vacations, he appears to be a very intelligent young man. He paid $400,000 for his Townhouse in September, and just traded in a 05 Toyota Truck for a new Toyota SUV."
"I'll have to get Lisa alone for a couple of hours... I'll take her to afternoon Tea tomorrow, can you figure out a way to spend some time with Chris?"
"I already have, Lez, I have to say this kid looks very impressive on paper, his Boss's love him, and I haven't even found a traffic violation on him, there must be something dirty... No one is this squeaky clean."
"If anyone can dig it out, it's you Honey... Is your Mother coming over for dinner?"
"Yes, she wants to see her errant Granddaughter, she'll be here at six."
"Ok, I'll tell Maria to take it easy on the spices."
After our swim we dress in jeans and t-shirts and Lisa shows me the stables. I count eighteen horses of various ages and sexes, when a short Hispanic man shouts, "Señorita Lisa! You're back! I missed you Mi Pequeña Hija." He throws his arms wide, and Lisa leaps into them."
"Oh I missed you too Papa Jorge!" She gives him a big kiss on the cheek, and grabs his hand to introduce me. "Papa, this is Chris, Honey, this is my Papa Jorge, he taught me how to ride, and has been a second Father to me."
"It's nice to meet you Senior, I hope your taking care of my Little Daughter here, up in Chekago."
"I'm trying Papa, but she's a stubborn Señorita, like that Stallion over there." I say as I take his firm hand in mine."
"Joo have a good eye for horses, my friend, do joo ride?"
"Not as well as Lisa, but I have some experience."
"Speaking of horses, how's Shadow, I don't see him." Lisa says, arm wrapped around Jorge's waist.
"Still as cantankerous as ever, I think he misses your firm hand on the reins... Luis has him out in the corral, exercising him." Jorge pulls an Apple out of his pocket, "why don't joo go say hello? We can catch up later."
Lisa hugs the old man, and taking my hand, leads me to the corral, where a twenty something Hispanic man is holding the lead for a beautiful Chestnut Stallion.
Luis spots us, and his smile goes wide. "Señorita Lisa, it does my heart good to see you again!"
"Hello Luis, it's good to be home, how are Rosa and the kids?" Lisa climbs the fence and hugs the man.
"Rosa is always complaining, joo remember how she is, and my boys are growing like weeds, Carlito is playing football, and all Guillermo wants to talk about is Dinosaurs." He sticks his arm through the fence and says, "nice to meet you Senior."
"Please call me Chris, so this is your champion?"
"Si, he is very spirited, but he runs like the wind, and cuts like the Cheetah."
"He's a beautiful animal." Luis and I watch Lisa get reacquainted with her horse. Lisa shows me the tack room, and an actual working Smithy. Apparently the Judge likes things "old school." At five thirty we return to the house and clean up for dinner. Exactly at six o'clock a Mercedes Benz sedan pulls up to the front door, and Sharon Carmichael steps through the front door. Her eyes briefly look at me then lock on Lisa coming down the stairs.
"Well, the prodigal daughter returns, took you long enough!"
I glance at Lisa with concern, not liking the tone of Ms Carmichael, widow. But Lisa is smiling, and I figure that this must be some kind of inside joke between them.
"Are you sure you want to use prodigal, Granny?"
'Granny? She doesn't look like a Granny, more like a Grandmother," I think.
Lisa continues, "unless you really meant my Daddy was a bad girl as a teenager."
"Oh you know what I mean! Come give your Granny some love!" Sharon throws her arms wide, and Lisa runs to her. They hold each other with tears of happiness, hugging hard and muttering I missed you so much to each other.
"So, who's the handsome one?" Sharon says nodding at me.
"Granny, he's the ONE!" Lisa whispers loud enough for me to hear, and blush.
"Well in that case, don't be shy boy, come give your Granny a hug!" Sharon says, opening her arms to me. 'Oh great, ordered around by a grandmother!' I think with a smile as I step into her strong embrace. We sit down for dinner and I catch Leslie's nod of approval as I hold Lisa's chair before sitting myself. The table talk is mainly about local politics, who's marrying who, and I end up rehashing my background for Granny. After dinner the women sit around drinking coffee, and Roy invites me into his study for drinks and cigars, I decline the cigar and ask for a beer. He sits behind a massive Cherry desk, and waves me into a comfortable leather padded matching chair. He clips and lights up an expensive looking cigar and leans back. He takes his time getting it burning evenly.
"I checked out your background, but you already knew I would."
"Yes Sir, like I said in the car, I'd do the same in your shoes."
Roy nods, then says, "now that that's settled, what are your intentions toward my daughter?"
I stand and reach into my pocket, I slide a small velvet midnight blue box across the desk and sit back down. "My intention is to ask you for your blessing Sir."
He opens the box and squints through the cigar smoke that he jammed in the corner of his mouth. He nods then looks up at me. "How long have you known my daughter?" He asks.
"Three months Sir, but I love her, love her more than anything else, including my job."
"Three months... Chris, how much do you know about her past?"
I hold up my hand to cut him off, I can tell he's not pleased, but he nods for me to continue. "Roy, I know she has a... Checkered past, and something caused a rift between you, and I know what kind of people Molly councils, but I do love her, and I know she'll tell me when she's ready."
Roy stares at me through a veil of blue cigar smoke. When he finally speaks, he surprises me by saying, "my concern isn't for her son... It's for you." I stare at him in confusion, so he continues, "my wife... Let me be frank, we're concerned she's using you for your money."
I sit back, wondering what Lisa did to her parents for the first time. "Sir, since we're being frank with each other, I can honestly tell you your daughter has never asked me for a single penny, nor have we discussed my finances... And I haven't told her about the inheritance. I honestly believe that whatever she's done in the past, she's changed, and loves me as much as I love her." I know that's not quite true, she did ask me for money for my fantasy, and the $500 blackmail payment, but he doesn't need to know that.
"I really hope she has changed, for your sake son... Let me talk to her Mother, I'll let you know tomorrow... May I show Leslie the ring tonight?" I nod, and Roy reaches out and pumps my hand three times and I know we're done.
Later that night, Leslie is sitting at her vanity, brushing her hair, Roy steps up behind her and kisses the top of her head. "What did you two talk about over cigars and brandy," Leslie asks looking up at her husband.
He reaches around her and set's the small velvet box on the vanity in front of her. Leslie opens the box and her eyes go wide at the sight of the two carat stone. "Oh my, it's beautiful! Does he know about... Her past?"
"He knows as much as he wants to know, I tried to tell him, but he told me he loved and trusted her enough to tell him when she was ready."
"Whew that's quite a ring...Well Lisa told your Mother he was the One... So I guess it's up to me now, I'll talk to her and make sure she knows she has to tell him before he proposes... Have you found ANYTHING in his background? Roy, I like him, a lot. I haven't seen Lisa look so happy since she won that championship."
"The only thing I found was his parents have a couple of pops for marijuana and acid, and they were on the FBI watch list during the 70's. Absolutely nothing on the boy, he even holds a pretty high security clearance for his job."
"Well we either let them marry, or we let our skeletons out. Damn her for putting us in this position!"
"I'm as much to blame as she is, I could have let her do the time..."
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Meanwhile at a Cuban Cafe in Miami...
"Hello Master Blake, the next party is the second Saturday in December. I will be able to get her in as my guest, but I'm not eligible for chips, I caught a case of crabs from some skank."
"I don't want her playing in public, and you should know better! I'll make sure you're compensated for this Lou. Thanks for calling."
Molly hangs up then calls Mandy. "I need you back in Miami December eighth, We begin on the tenth. How is your training coming?"
"About fucking time! Your still buying the tickets, right? My training is going well, I've found a mentor and she's a real sadistic bitch, you'd love her."
"Yes, I'll buy your fucking tickets, keep training, I want him to suffer!"
"Oh, he'll suffer, trust me!"
Molly hangs up and calls the airline...
"Carrie? This is Susie, yes I'm fine, no we broke up... Yeah, you asked us to keep an eye out for, let's see here, Molly Blake and Miranda Spencer? Yeah, Molly just booked a flight from New York to Miami for the eighth for Miranda, two seats from Miami to Chicago on the ninth for both of them, with returns on the eleventh, back to Miami."
"Thank you very much Susie, I owe you one, big time!"
"Can you get me Bears Tickets? My brother's birthday is coming up."
"Let me call around, I'll see what I can do." Carrie smiles a wicked smile down at her Greek Goddess, who is nuzzling between her legs. "It's begun Lover."
"Molly's here?" Sophie asks in alarm.
"No, but they're flying in on the ninth, and returning on the eleventh."
"So we still have time to go to New York... Think you can pull it off?"
"Oh yes, now, finish what you started Girl!"
"Yes Mistress." Carrie leans back and enjoys the magical tongue of her submissive. Sophie knows the love of her life met with Johnny Caruso this afternoon and needs to dominate tonight, but Carrie refused to tell her what she is planning... And Sophie doesn't want to know. You see, Johnny Caruso is a drug dealer, and Carrie had a deal with him to get his drugs past Airport Security. Carrie justified the deal by explaining to Sophie that trips to Europe, and Australia were expensive, and people were going to get them somewhere! Not to mention the latest fashions from Milan, and shoes, can't forget the shoes! Carrie, despite her Hippy background, likes the finer things in life, and found a way to fund her lifestyle... Until the Security crackdown at all airports, thanks to the shoe bomber, and underwear bomber... Luckily Sophie is smart enough to curb their spending, and Carrie hasn't had to dip into her 1.5 million too deeply. Still, Carrie has hooked Johnny up with a couple of corrupt TSA Agents, and his drugs continue to flow, so he owes her.
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Tuesday Afternoon...
While I learn how to shoot clay pigeons, Lisa is having Tea with her Mother and Grandmother at the country club.
"Lisa," Leslie says after the Tea is poured, and cakes served, "I'm going to come right out and say it... You need to tell Christopher about your past, you can't let him propose to you until you do, it's not fair to him!"
Granny looks at her Daughter in Law in alarm, "Leslie! Think about what your saying! Lisa was never convicted of any crimes, why do you insist she tells this boy our dirty family secret?"
"Mother! He deserves to know his future wife slept with men for money! If he really loves her, he'll forgive her, and she won't have to live with that guilt!"
Tea forgotten, Lisa is weeping softly. She knows her Mother is right, but how can she tell the man of her dreams she was a prostitute? Granny covers her hand in support, while she's disappointed with her Granddaughter, she feels that this secret should stay buried. Lisa squeezes her Granny's hand, then looks up at her Mother. "So, you know about the ring?"
"Your Father showed it to me last night... He took it upon himself to tell Chris, but Chris wouldn't allow it. He told Roy that it was your secret, and you would tell him when you were ready... Your Father and I both agree that the right time is now, before you get engaged... It's the right thing to do, Sweetheart. He should be given the choice, don't you think?"
"Ring? What ring? Is it nice?" Granny asks, Leslie pulls the small box out of her purse and hands it to her Mother in Law.
"Mother! What are you doing with that?"
Sharon opens the box, and her hand flies to her mouth. "Oh my God, it's beautiful!" Sharon gasps breathlessly.
"Chris asked your Father for his permission last night, Roy told Chris he would let him know tonight, and asked Chris if he could show me the ring... When your Father left for court this morning, he left the box on my vanity."
Sharon mutters, still staring at the ring, "that boy was raised right, he is very polite, and has very good taste!"
Lisa stares at the ring, then looks up at her Mother. "You're right, he deserves to know... Can we go home before I change my mind?" Leslie takes the ring from Sharon, signs the check, and Lisa rides home in silence, thinking about Chris.
"Daddy, I need to steal Chris for awhile, will you please excuse us?"
Roy nods, and I crack my Shotgun, and unload it before setting it on the stand. "Thank you for the lesson Roy." I say, and Lisa takes my arm and leads me away.
"You mind if we walk for a bit?" I tell her I don't mind, and I can see something is eating her up.
We're about a mile from the house, walking towards the mountains when I finally say, "Goddess, tell me what's bothering you, please?"
Lisa stops walking, and looks around to make sure we're alone. She can't meet my eyes, and starts pacing in a circle. "Chris, I need to tell you something, and I'll understand if you hate me... I promise I'll release you if you can't accept what I tell you."
"Goddess? Is this the thing your Dad tried to tell me last night?"
"Yes it is."
"I think I need to sit down for this."
Lisa waits until I sit on the ground before starting. "I wasn't completely honest with you when I told you what Molly was blackmailing me with." Lisa pauses to see if I'll say anything, but I just stare at the ground. She continues, "I was a call girl a year before I met you, I specialized in Domination. I got the call whenever clients wanted kinky..." Lisa pauses again, but I remain silent, unable to meet her eye.
"I was arrested in the same sting that nabbed that girl Kendra, but my Daddy pulled in some favors, and made my arrest disappear. He insisted I got counseling for sexual addiction. At first we fought about moving back here, but when I refused he cut me off, other than paying Molly for her service... Molly learned all she could about me and found out that Daddy is the front runner for a State Supreme Court seat, so she blackmailed me into trapping you... I felt I had to protect my family, so I went along with Molly... I hope you can understand, and find it in your heart to forgive me."
I sit there silently, thinking. I should be surprised by this, but I'm not. I knew there was more to the story, and she's been extremely practiced when it comes to bondage... I even knew she was promiscuous and experienced her sex drive first hand, so which is worse worse, accepted money for sleeping around, or giving it away for free? Frankly I think prostitution is better than giving it away.
"Chris, please say something, anything! Tell me you hate me, you love me... Anything!"
Damn it! Why do I love her so much? Any sane man would have dumped her weeks ago, why can't I? 'Because your a weak, cuckolded bitch, dumb ass!' the voice in my head screams. 'Fuck you voice, At least I'm getting laid now!' Mind made up, I look up at a crying Lisa and say, "I love you, and I forgive you Goddess." Lisa throws herself at me, and hugs me tight for a long time. She holds on to me, afraid to let go for twenty minutes before I whisper, "we better get back Goddess, it's almost time for dinner."
We stand and she kisses me deeply before saying, "meet me in the pool at one am." Lisa is floating on air as we walk back arm in arm. To tell you the truth, I'm feeling pretty good myself when I stop her about fifty yards from the house.
"Rock in your boot Baby?"
"No, since you're going to be my wife as well as my Owner, I have a confession to make."
Worry creases her brow, "I'm not going to like this, am I?"
"Oh, I think you'll like this... Your Father seemed impressed... I... I'm a Millionaire."
"What?"
"I told you my Grandfather took care of me during college... What I left out was, he was a very successful Rancher, and had a contract to sell beef to In N Out Burgers... When he died, he left me five and a half million dollars."
"I think I need to sit down now!" I walk her to the pool and we share a Chaise. "I got one and a half when I graduated Cal Tech, I used part of that to buy our house, the furniture, and I get the remaining four in two years.... Only that's grown to five point two now."
"You OWN our house? No mortgage? Is that how you bought the new Truck too? Wait! If you had this money, why did you take Molly's?"
"Yes, I own the house and Truck free and clear, and I told you she had to pay for raping me!" I end vehemently. "The pocket book was the only way I could hurt her!"
"Oh my God!" Lisa says with startled laugh, "I've despised rich guys my whole life... And I fell in love with one... I bet my parents are laughing their asses off!"
I find Roy in his office and ask him for the ring, he deduces I know about Lisa, and calls Leslie into the office. They give me the ring, and their blessing... I propose over dessert. I meet Lisa in the pool at one, it's a cool sixty degrees, but once we're in the water, we're fine. Lisa makes love to me in the pool as Roy and Leslie watch from the bedroom window.
"Should we put a stop to that?" Roy asks his wife softly.
"No, they're in love, and engaged now... I remember the back seat of your Father's Oldsmobile." Leslie says, leaning back into her husband's chest.
Roy smiles at the memory, and hugs his wife a little tighter. "We can sneak down to the garage and do it in the Beemer if you want," he says playfully.
Leslie reaches back and rubs his erection. "We have a perfectly good bed right there, Stud." With one last look, Roy gathers his wife up in his arms, and carries her to bed.
After our mutual orgasms, Lisa remains wrapped around me. "How would you feel about a ride towards the mountains, and a camp out tomorrow? I'll ask Maria to pack us a Picnic Basket, and we can sleep in the foothills."
"That sounds great, but what about Thanksgiving?"
"We can be back in time to clean up for dinner, cmon... You, me, the stars... No witnesses!" Lisa nips my ear, and starts her seduction.
"I see, planning on killing me now that you know about my money?" I say huskily.
"Not until we're married, and you write me into the will... Being fucked to death by me would be a great way to go, wouldn't you say?" I'm already hard again, and Lisa is smiling wickedly as we fuck once more. Lisa is packing for our trip as I call Carrie to break the news about our engagement. There's a lot of shrieking, giggles, and pictures of the ring when I drop the bomb on Carrie.
"Ah Sis, I have a huge favor to ask..."
"Uh oh," I hear Sophie say soberly.
"This better be important Bro, we have to leave in like five minutes."
"Think you can squeeze us on a flight up to Portland on Friday? I want to introduce Lisa to Mom and Dad."
"Chris! You KNOW Friday is going to be booked solid, it's the second busiest travel day of the year! You KNOW that!"
"I know Sis, I wouldn't ask if it wasn't important to me... Pretty please? I'll mow your lawn all summer! Please, do it for me!"
"Damn it Chris! I'll see what I can do when I get to work... If I pull this off, you owe me more than lawn service!"
"Anything Sis,"
"Be careful what you promise baby Brother! I'll call you later."
"Chris?" Lisa asks in surprise.
"I thought we could leave Friday, spend the weekend with my parents, and fly home Sunday... Is that ok Goddess?"
"Yeah, I guess, I'll have to tell my parents, they think we're staying until Saturday."
"Uh Lover, are you still planning..." Sophie asks Carrie on the ride to the airport.
"This changes nothing... Damn it! Why is he doing this to me?" Carrie asks in frustration.
"He really loves her..."
Lisa finishes packing while I go down to talk to Roy and Leslie "We understand Chris, if I were your Mother, I'd like to meet my future Daughter in Law too." Leslie says with a hug and kiss.
"We hope you come back before the Wedding," Roy says, shaking my hand.
"I'm sure we will," and in a whisper, continue, "I think Lisa would love to have the ceremony here... She loves this place."
Leslie wells up with tears of joy and hugs me tight. "Of course you can, we would be honored!"
We enjoy a breakfast of Huevos Ranchero's, Bacon, and home made Tortillas, while Maria packs a picnic for us, and we load the pack horse. Lisa goes into the house and returns carrying two Winchester Rifles, and a Colt Single Action Army... AKA The Peacemaker.
"Jesus Christ Lisa, do you even know how to use those things?" I ask, shocked to see the guns.
"What?" Lisa asks in confusion.
"Do we really need guns?"
"Of course we do, there are Rattlesnakes, Mountain Lions, and Bear up there! This isn't Chicago... Don't worry Baby, I'll protect you... Want a pistol?"
"No!"
"Sissy!"
We finish saddling the horses, and loading the pack horse when my phone rings, it's Carrie.
"Ok Chris, you owe us."
"You did it?" I ask happily.
"Miracles are my business! Now about my price... You did say anything, right?"
"This is gonna hurt, isn't it?" I ask in a worried tone... Me and my big fucking mouth!
"Oh, not too much," Carrie says much too sweetly. "Just a new car for Sophie."
"What?" I say, voice rising in alarm.
"Do you want the itinerary or not? You better say yes Buster!"
"That's blackmail!" I say affronted.
"Listen Chris! You asked me, remember? Now I happen to know you have 500K, Sophie needs a car for when I'm at work, so my asking price is a new car for Sophie."
"What kind of car?" I ask menacingly.
"Oh I don't know? Something big enough for the baby, and four wheel drive for winter... Nothing too luxurious, I'm thinking a Lexus Suv."
"Are you serious, a fifty thousand dollar car for a flight?"
"Take it or leave it!"
"You're killing me here... Used, not new!"
"Nothing older than 09, or over thirty thousand miles on the OD!"
"And you'll include a flight home on Sunday?"
"Already arranged, you'll be back here by three thirty."
Damn it! I curse under my breath, my own fucking Sister... First the domination, now the blackmail! "Fine, text me the information... Sis, we need to have a serious talk when I get home."
"Yes, we do... We need to pick out a Suv for the Mother of your Niece."
"What was that all about?" Lisa asks, carrying six Lasso's. She loads four on our pack horse, hands me one, and keeps one for herself.
"Carrie! She came through on the flight."
"That's good news, isn't it?"
"In exchange I agreed to buy Sophie a fucking Lexus Suv!" I say through clinched teeth.
I could have knocked Lisa over with a feather. "But... But, that's blackmail!" Lisa says in admiration... Admiration?
"Well you DID say anything! Maybe you'll learn a lesson from this... Oh cheer up, I'll pay for half you Skinflint!" Lisa mounts Shadow, and spurs him out of the corral. I mount Hammer, and wave to Luis as he closes the gate behind us.We ride East all morning, setting an even pace, it's been a few months for me since I've been on horseback, but three years for Lisa. It's a beautiful fifty eight degrees, and our ride is cool and comfortable. We make camp just after two, and Lisa uses the extra Lasso's to ring the camp, and picket the horses while I set up the tent, and start a fire. We eat lunch, and kick back to relax, and enjoy each others company. I tell her about my plans to put a swimming lane and Bowflex in the basement, and how I was planning a office down there too. Lisa suggests we put a computer gaming center instead, so everybody could play in the same room, and not have to use stupid mics.
"Chris, can I ask you something?" Lisa says, snuggling into my shoulder.
"Always," I say in mild concern.
"If you had all that money since college, why didn't you do anything for yourself with it? I mean all the guys I know would have a flashy car, or taken a once in a lifetime vacation, but you just sat on it... For six years!"
"I don't know... I guess my Grandpa taught me to be smart with my money. He always said, "Son, once you get a bit of money saved, let it work for you! Don't chase it, or waste it on flashy things, or you'll end up broke with a pile of flashy junk in need of repairs." I guess I took it to heart. I thought about buying a sports car after Sophie broke up with me, I thought it would help me score, but my Gramma talked me out of it, and told me to concentrate on my education."
"I can tell you loved them very much, how did they pass?"
"Grandpa was 73, and just had a check up. His Doctor told him he was fit as a fiddle, so he was in the barn, inspecting the new herd of cattle when his heart just stopped beating. By the time his hands got to him, he was already gone... Gramma died two months later, she just lost the will to live."
"I'm so sorry Baby, that must have been so hard for you... I'm gonna be devastated when Granny goes, I love that old woman fiercely."
"I thought about trying to take over the ranch, but my Grandpa knew my heart lay in engineering, and cleaning up the environment, so he left my Mother, Carrie, and me five point five each, and the rest was put in a trust to pay for our educations, with the last going to various charities."
"Why didn't your Sister stay in school?"
"She's a free spirit, she wanted to travel, and see the world, college just wasn't her thing. Grandma convinced her to become a flight attendant, that way she'd at least get paid, and travel for free."
"Your Grandparents were very smart, and set you up very well to succeed in life... Come on, I have a surprise for you!" Lisa stands up, and pulls me to my feet, she orders me to wait there, and disappears into the tent.
She exits the tent ten minutes later with a sly smile, and a saddle bag. "Go inside the tent, you'll know what to do!" Uh oh, Goddess mode is back! I step into the tent and groan, on my bedroll is sitting my bra, padded panties, breast forms, make up, brown wig, and the Catsuit and boots.
Lisa calls out, "don't worry, we're not gluing the tits on, just set them in your bra."
With a heavy sigh, I strip and put on my lingerie, give myself a Catwoman make over, and struggle into the catsuit. I don't know if it it's because of Nikki squeezing her beautiful, curvaceous body onto it, or my recent weight loss, but I'm able to slide it on without help. I have a bit of a struggle making sure my tits are in the right spot. I call out to Lisa and Ask her to zip me up. Lisa enters and zips me up, straightens my tits to her satisfaction, and examines my make up closely.
"You're getting pretty good there Julie," she says with a smile, as she turns to grab the Colt. She belts it around my hips, and ties the holster to my thigh to hold the revolver in place.
"May I ask why I need that Goddess?" I say, trying to adjust to the weight on my right hip.
"Would you rather carry a rifle while you make your escape Catwoman?"
"Escape?" I ask in confusion.
Lisa pins my wig to the wig cap I'm wearing, then my mask, and thrusts the opera gloves with the gold claws into my hands. "Yes, I'm giving you a forty five minute head start, then hunting you down. If you can escape me, on foot until sundown, you'll earn yourself a special reward... However, if I catch you... Well you should do your best not to get caught."
Lisa thrusts a day pack into my hands and I open it to see trail mix, bottled water, a hand held GPS device, a fire starter kit, flare gun, emergency blanket, first aid kit, paracord, and my multitool. 'Wow,' I think, 'she's thought of everything.'
"Bring your phone, just in case, but I'm not sure what kind of reception you'll get out here... You have forty five minutes from... NOW!" I grab my phone then the GPS and program the coordinates of our camp, and set out on foot, trying to cover as much ground as I can in three inch heels.
I start by heading East toward Camelback mountain, thankful the ground is hard, and my stiletto heels aren't sinking in. I cover two miles in twenty minutes, then start a wide circle back to the West, laying false tracks to throw Lisa off. I'm about two miles North, and parallel with the camp, when the sound of galloping hoofs carries over to me. I look at my watch, and see my forty five minutes have elapsed. 'Shit, that must be Lisa then, the Bitch is riding Shadow!' I mutter as I pick up my pace. I look at the sun, then my watch and see I still have about three hours until sunset. My legs start to get rubbery as I turn North again, and weave my way around the foot hills. The weight of the gun, and my heels are really starting to have an effect on me, and I briefly consider holding up in one of the small caves I keep passing, but I reject the idea immediately. The last thing I want is to stumble onto a wild animal.
I make it another half mile before I'm forced to stop and take a fifteen minute break. I rehydrate myself, and eat some trail mix for the sugar boost, before turning East again towards the mountain. The good news is I can't hear the hoof beats, the bad news is I still have two hours until sunset, and my pace has slowed considerably.
Starting to sweat under the black leather, I continue on toward the mountain. Wishing I could remove the mask, wig, and gloves, I know I dare not, lest Goddess catch me unaware. After another half mile, I'm forced to drink my second of four bottles of water, and eat another handful of trail mix. 'Time to hole up,' I think, spotting a copse of Evergreen trees. I climb under low branches, trying to keep the pine needles out of my hair. I get to the center of the copse, and brush the needles aside to expose the mossy covered ground. I sit down and draw my knees up to wait. I pull out my phone and remove a glove to unlock it. Surprisingly, I actually have two signal bars, so I check my email.
To [email protected]
From [email protected]
Chris, enclosed is the contract we require each member to sign, as well as a list of rules, and our confidentiality agreement. Please read it over and show it to your Mistress. As you'll see, a five thousand dollar fee buys you access for you and a guest, and access to our monthly parties, and biweekly Munch.
"Ten thousand get's you a key to the door, and full use of the facility when it's not in use by another premium member, three guest passes, and Poker chips for the dominant in the relationship.
I'm scrolling through the rules when I hear a pretty good Irish accent call out, "Alright Catwoman, the gig is oop, save us the trouble and climb on out of there Lass." I curse under my breath, forty minutes to go, and she busts me! I look for an escape route, but the pines are too close together. I sigh, put my phone away, and scramble out of my hidey hole.
I push my pack ahead of me, and scramble out of the copse. I brush myself off as I stand and raise my hands in surrender. I turn to look and Lisa is sitting atop Shadow wearing a Tweed cloak, Deerstalker hat, and has a Calabash pipe gripped in her teeth. There's a twinkle in her eye as she removes the pipe and slips it into her saddle bag. Frankly I'm speechless, I was expecting the Batman costume, not Sheerluck Jones!
"Drop the heater me Bonnie Lass, I have Constables combing the Mountain, and there be nowhere to roon!" I unbuckle the gun belt, untie the lanyard, and set the belt on the ground.
"That's a smart Lass," Lisa picks up her Lasso and starts twirling it. She smiles evilly, and barks "ROON!"
I hesitate for a second, then take off, running as fast as I can in heels. Lisa gives me a thirty second head start before her Lasso flies over my head, and Lisa jerks it back tightening the slipknot around my ankles. I fall on my face, knocking the wind out of me, and she's on me, rolls me on my back, and has my wrists tied between my knees before I can get my breath back. Lisa kneels next to my head, and says, "aye, twas a valiant effort me ole Sod, but in the end Sheerluck Jones always get's his criminal!"
She leans down next to my ear and whispers seductively, "you never had a chance Slave, your GPS was broadcasting your location to mine as soon as you turned it on." She kisses me deeply, and smiles her evil smile. Lisa unties me and gathers up the gun and pack. She helps me up onto Shadow, and I ride bitch back to our camp. As we ride back I compliment Lisa on her creativity, and foresight. I lay my head on her shoulder and squeeze her abdomen tighter and think about what she'll do to me now that she's caught me. As Lisa pickets and brushes down Shadow, the sun surrenders to the night. I stoke up the coals, wrap two Potato's in foil and drop them in the coals to roast. I watch Lisa finish currying her horse, and wait for her to approach the fire.
Inspiration strikes me, and I climb to my feet, and stretch languidly, thrusting my tits out suggestively. I smile sexily and slink up to Lisa cat like, replacing my gloves as I go. I strut slowly around her, letting my claws trail across her chest an back.I step in close, and in my best, sex kitten voice say, "you caught me fair and square Sheerluck, but there's no reason our little game has to end here. I lean in close and purr in her ear as my right hand rubs her groin suggestively.
Lisa squeezes her eyes shut and is breathing short shallow breaths. I continue to rub her crotch as if she had a cock, and lick her neck. I slip my tongue between her lips and kiss her before increasing my stroking, and whispering, "imagine chasing me across a beach in Hawaii, I'm wearing a hot pink thong Slingshot, and since us Kittens hate water, I have nowhere to run."
"If you let me go, you can continue the game, and stay out of cold, wet, Ireland! What do you say Mr Jones?"
Lisa wraps her hand around my neck and drags me to the tent. She shoves me down, and rummages through her pack until she pulls out the big black strap on. She throws it at me and huskily orders me to fill it quickly. She unzips me, helps me out of my suit, and watches intensely as I masturbate until I cum into the dildo. Lisa strips off her boots and pants, and steps into her harness, slipping the vibrator into her sopping wet pussy. Lisa points at the floor in front of her, I crawl over with my panties and Catsuit around my knees, and take her cock deep. She's not gentle, she's primal! Lisa fucks my mouth, hard, fast, and deep. She cums quickly, and her orgasms build in intensity as she fucks my mouth.
The dildo reaches top speed, and spews my cum deep down my throat. Today I'm ready for it, and swallow it all, sucking the urethra clean. Without a word, a flushed Lisa pushes me onto my back. She rolls me roughly, squirts lube on my ass, and her cock and takes me hard and deep! I let out a gasp of pain, but she ignores me, fucking me hard. After another series of orgasms, Lisa stands and removes the strap on, and her panties. She drops down between my legs, takes me in her mouth. I get hard quickly, and Lisa mounts me, fucking me hard. We both cum simultaneously, and lay in each others arms quietly.
After twenty minutes, Lisa kisses me and whispers, "I can't believe you seduced me, you had me so fucking hot! You make one hell of a naughty kitty, I want to go to Hawaii now!"
"Honeymoon?"
"Honeymoon? We haven't even talked about the wedding yet!"
"Well... I ah, I kinda mentioned to your Mom that you would love to have the ceremony here..."
"You did what?" Lisa asks, pinning my shoulders down.
"I um was explaining why we were flying out early, and your parents hoped we would come back before the wedding... Inspiration hit me and I mentioned how much you loved this place, and would like to have the ceremony here."
"You... Did that, for me? Oh my God, you are the bestest ever!" Lisa smothers me with kisses, and we finally go make dinner. Rib eyes, Baked Potato's, and Corn on the Cob. We get up at dawn, and quickly break camp for the four hour ride back to the ranch.
Saturday...
Dad and I are wrenching on the van while Carrie is hanging with Mom feeding the chickens, and weeding the garden. Lisa is absolutely charmed by my parents, and they with her. When we arrived yesterday, I made the introductions, and the first thing Dad said was, "did you knock her up, Dude?" Lisa giggles and I blush with embarrassment.
Yes, my Dad calls me Dude, he calls every guy Dude. Lisa and Mom are already fast friends, and she's gone natural. No make up, no perfume, and Mom's old flower clothes. She even let Mom braid feathers and flowers in her hair.
"Dad, listen to me! You gaped your plugs wrong, that's why she's running so rough!"
"No Dude, I'm telling you, I have a bum wire! Open your ears, you can hear it missing! Oh and thanks again for finding that alternator for me, Dude didn't know when he'd find one." Dad's referring to the alternator I found in Phoenix, Roy was nice enough to stop by the parts store on the way to the Airport. I use a screwdriver to listen to each plug firing, and know that I'm right. I shut it down, and remove the number 5 plug. Sure enough, the gap is off by 2/16th's of an inch. I reset it, check the others and find number 4 to be off as well. I adjust that too as Dad scowls at me, when it comes to his van, nobody knows better than him!
I smirk at Dad and fire it up... Damn, still misfiring! Now Dad is smirking, and I'm scowling. Dad searches through his boxes of parts until he comes up with a cap, and three dubious looking wires. Using the screwdriver trick, he locates the bum wire, and replaces it. We fire it up, adjust the timing a wee bit, and have his baby sounding better than new. We swap hi fives, and Dad calls out to the women that we were going into town for Ice Cream to celebrate. We clean up, wash up, and pile in the bus for the half hour ride into town.
Lisa looks beautiful! Her face is glowing with a natural light, and it seems she has a permanent smile on her face. The similarity between her and Carrie as a teen is uncanny... It's like she was born a flower child.
When we get back to the farm, I take my Mom into the kitchen to talk. "Mom, you guys doing ok here?"
"Of course we are, well we did have to dig a new well..."
"How are your finances? Do you need any help there?"
"Oh, I don't know, we hardly use our checking account, we barter for what we need. I get a statement once a month, but never look at them."
"You mind if I take a look?" Mom gets up and walks to the ancient desk in the corner, and pulls out a stack of sealed envelopes. She hands them to me, then pours us a glass of Sun Tea.
I open the latest statement and my eyes bug out. "Mom! Jesus Christ!"
"What is it Honey?" Mom asks, unconcerned about anything I might say.
"You have eight million dollars in your checking account! Why?"
"I don't understand, should it be in a savings account?"
"No, Ma, you should have it invested, and growing for you! You're only getting 2% interest, you should be getting 5 or 6 minimum!"
"Whatever you think Honey, it's for you and your sister anyway, your dad and me have everything we need right here."
Frustrated, I sigh heavily... Damn Hippys! "Alright Ma, but I'm going to call Jacob Townes at the trust and see what we can do, have you made out a will yet?"
"No, I don't worry about that stuff."
"You need to, otherwise the State and not us kids will get the majority of your estate, I'll mention that to Jake too."
Later as we eat dinner (vegetarian of course) I invite them to Chicago for Christmas. It takes me a while to convince them, but with Lisa's help we manage to convince them to come... I think it was my description of a Ricobenes steak that convinces my Dad...
"FREDDIE, YOU SEXY HO! There you are!" Carrie and Sophie say exiting LaGuardia Airport. The girls rush toward the 6'3 Drag Queen and his diminutive partner. Freddie is big, black, and flamboyant, while Gregory is 5'8 white, slim, and unassuming.
The girls pile into the back of the Maroon 77 Coupe De Ville, and catch up with the boys.
Freddie informs Carrie that Mandy, now known as Mz Inflicter usually hangs out in Paddles most nights.
"Paddles? That place is a tourist trap! Why not one of the more hard core clubs?"
"Because she already has a reputation with the locals, not even Lizzie Bones will play with her! So she picks up wanna be, out of towners."
Carrie turns to Sophie, "are you sure you want to come with us? I'm fine with you staying at the hotel, Freddie and I can do it."
"No, I want to be there, even if I have to play bitch again tonight."
"Ok Lover, Freddie, can you pick us up at eleven? I'm taking my Girl to see Wicked, then we'll shoot over to Paddles."
"Alright Sugar, I hear she has an eight thirty session booked, eleven will be perfect."
While Carrie and Sophie live it up in the Big Apple, unbeknown to us, we're eating Seven Bean Chili, served in home made bread bowls. God I want meat! My computer is useless, so is my phone, and I'm craving technological stimulation. Lisa is having a grand time looking at family photos with Mom, while Dad and I play chess next to the fireplace. I haven't played since high school, and it shows. Dad whips me three straight before I call it quits, and invite Lisa for a walk in the cold, damp Oregon night.
"This is wonderful Baby, your parents are so cool! I bet you had such a happy childhood."
"Sorry to burst your bubble Goddess, but I hated it here. I was dying during the school year. Other kids had TV's and Video games, store bought clothes, and shoes, I had home made moccasins and Carrie to play Chess, and Checkers with."
"I'm sorry you feel that way, I think it's wonderful. Living life on your own terms, trading goods, no nine to five, every guy named Dude... Simple, fresh food."
"Speaking of food, I need meat! Don't get me wrong, I loved the Chili, and plan on copping the recipe, but a man can't go a weekend without meat, it's not natural."
Lisa leans in a seductively says, "I've got meat for you, it's a long, black sausage." Then in an mildly aggrieved tone, "hey, you pigged out on Thanksgiving! I saw you have at least three helpings and didn't say a word!"
"Ah, yes and no Goddess, I did have three helpings, but knowing you would be angry if I ate too much meat, I only took a couple slices of Turkey, and none of the Ham. I stuck to the veggies mostly, especially Maria's stuffed peppers, and El Lota's I think she called that Corn with the mayo and cayenne... Hey, you think I can hire her away from your parents?"
Lisa smiles and says, "thank you for thinking of me, I've really noticed the change in you, and I am very very pleased... And there's no way in hell Maria and Papa Jorge would ever leave the ranch."
About the time Chris and Lisa take their stroll, Carrie, Sophie, and Freddie enter Paddles. Carrie strips off her leather trench to expose her black and red corset clad torso. She's wearing a red leather mini skirt, black thigh high stockings, and five inch red patent stiletto's. Sophie is similarly dressed, only she's in all white, and wearing a collar.
Freddie has seven inch platform thigh high boots in baby pink, and a skin tight lime green mini dress, exposing his rather nice rack. "Remember, her hair is black, cut in a pageboy like Uma in Pulp Fiction. I'll secure us a booth so you can talk privately."
Freddie struts across the club, voice booming, "HAAY!, and talking to a few of the clubs regulars. Carrie and Sophie split up, and circle the club. Carrie see's Mandy first, and observes her lead a thirty something man to a spanking bench, and secure him face down, ass up. She grabs an extremely heavy flogger from the wall, but before she can smack the guy, a Bouncer walks up and has a quiet but intense conversation with Mandy. With a look of contempt, Mandy swaps the heavy flogger for a lighter deer hide one, and shows a pretty good technique for a beginner.
Carrie's watching impassively when Sophie joins her. Carrie says, "remember, just like we planned, approach her and tell her your Mistress saw her demonstration, and would like to buy her a drink. I'll be in the far booth, next to Freddie's table."
"Ok Mistress, let's hope she's at least bi curious, or this might not work."
"Relax Love, we'll just be two Domme's sharing a drink, and talking technique, nobody's talking about sex."
Lisa melts into the crowd, and Sophie waits until Mz Inflictor finishes striping this poor sucker's ass. When Mandy hangs up the flogger, she receives a polite round of applause. She releases the man who thanks her before hobbling away, stiff legged. Sophie waits while Mandy talks to a few people who approached her, then with hands behind her back, steps up to Mandy. Sophie notices the similarities between Molly and Mandy, but whereas Molly needs her smile to achieve beauty, Mandy already has it.
Mandy looks Sophie over, and says, "yes, what is it Girl?"
Sophie doesn't have to feign nervousness as she say's, "please pardon this unworthy one, but my Mistress requests the pleasure of your company for a drink, and to discuss technique."
Mandy looks at Sophie's firm white clad body once more, and says, "lead on girl, I'll be happy to share a drink with her." Sophie leads Mandy to Carrie, then waits for their drink orders.
Mandy sits in the booth across from Carrie and extends her hand. "Hi, I'm Inflictor, you have a lovely girl, Mistress?"
Carrie takes her hand in a firm grip just as Freddie slips into the booth next to Mandy. Carrie says in a friendly tone, "let's cut the bullshit Miranda... Oh, I'm sorry Mandy."
"What the fuck is this?" Mandy says, pulling her hand free, and sizing Freddie up out of the corner of her eye.
"This Ms Spencer, is a proposition... I know your sister Molly Blake is planning on retaliating against Chris Madsen, and Lisa Carmichael... I'm here to make sure she doesn't succeed, are you with me?"
"I don't know what your talking about, I have no sister, and never heard of anyone named Chris Madsen!"
"Freddie?" Freddie reaches out a massive black hand and squeezes Mandy's wrist, drawing a sharp hiss. Carrie smiles at Mandy and says, "let's try this again, my name is Carrie Madsen, and I am offering you a chance to pay Molly back for sending you to prison."
"The sister! You must be the sister!" She looks at Freddie and says, "you can let go now!" Freddie releases her with a smile that never reaches his eyes.
"What is Molly offering you, and what's the plan?" Carrie asks with intensity.
Mandy sits back and smirks, "Why should I tell you anything? What's in it for me?"
"I'm offering you the chance to get even, and maybe I can beat her offer."
Mandy actually laughs in Carrie's face, "I don't think so girl! Yeah there's no love lost between us, and I'd love to pay her back for selling me out... But I seriously doubt you can come up with more than half a million dollars."
Carrie smiles, in fact her smile widens a touch, unnerving Mandy. Carrie looks at Freddie and nods. The big shemale stands up and joins Sophie at the bar.
"Now it's just the two of us... Let me lay out a hypothetical situation... We'll say Shelly, Shelly is mad, no she's furious because her attempt to scam Scott backfired and blew up in her face.You see, Scott is a brilliant guy, but naive where it comes to women, so Shelly decides to take advantage of him... Hey the fool got what he deserved, right?" Carrie waits for Mandy to nod before continuing.
"Well Scott being the smart man that he is, plays along with Shelly's scam until he can figure out a way to escape the scam without anyone getting hurt. Along the way, Shelly beats Scott, forces him into completing humiliating tasks, and dress like a girl. But you see, beneath that soft appearance lies a hidden strength. And Chris endures everything Molly throws at him, without complaint, until she has him raped by three men!" Carrie has fire in her eyes as she finishes her scenario.
"So, to get back at "Shelly" "Scott" forces Shelly into forking over 500k and her house? Is that how the story ends?" Mandy finally asks.
"No," Carrie says with a bright smile, "that was just the beginning... I believe I figured out what you're getting out of helping Molly, but I'd like to hear it from you."
"Again, why should I tell you anything? How do I know you won't have your pet Nigger waiting for me outside?"
Carrie's right hand flys out to strike Mandy across her cheek. With venom in her voice she says "I expect my partners to treat my friends with respect! If you say one more fucking word about my friend, I'll kill you!"
Mandy rubs her stinging cheek, and smiles. She knows she can take Carrie, probably the big queen too, but probably not both together, and definitely not if they're armed, and absolutely not in these fuck me boots.
"Alright... Partner, I'll talk, but if you, or the... Your friend ever lay a finger on me again, I'll break it off and shove it down your throat, you dig?"
"Fine, shall we go somewhere less noisy and talk, Partner?"
"There's a diner across the street, a block North of here, it'll be quiet this time of night, you and your friends leave first, and I'll meet you in fifteen minutes."
"Freddie and I will go, my Girl stays with you to make sure you don't call anyone... Think about this real hard Miranda, you know I'm on to your sister. I know you're meeting her in Miami on the eighth, flying to Chicago on the ninth, then back to Miami on the eleventh... If you're smart, you'll come out of this way ahead."
Carrie waves Sophie and Freddie over to explain the next move, Sophie is putting up a bored front, even though she's ready to piss her pants. As Carrie and Freddie leave, Carrie expresses her first feeling of doubt and insecurity. "Do you think leaving Sophie was smart? Mandy is a really tough broad, from what I hear."
"She ain't stupid, word on the street is she a player, always on the grift. She'll listen to your offer Sugar... Besides the Greek has Gregory watching her back, and he's the best shot I ever seen, my man is a professional!"
Carrie leans into her big friend and smiles up at him. "I couldn't have done this without you Sexy! Thanks for being my friend."
"Us Hoe's has got to stick together, an your my friend, I mean, true friend, the Greek too, I don't have many true friends."
The Diner...
Carrie and Mandy take a booth near the back of the nearly empty diner, it's just after midnight, and the club crowd rush hasn't begun yet. Sophie and Freddie are seated at a table a good thirty feet away, and Gregory just kind of materializes at the counter, seated by himself. "Alright Partner," Mandy says with a sneer, "since you seem to know everything, care to tell me what part I'm supposed to play? Because Molly hasn't told me shit!"
Carrie's face remains neutral, but a feeling of panic starts to slide up her spine. "You have to know something, after all you agreed to work with the Cunt who sent you to prison for a year. Let's start with what she offered you."
"My sister called me out of the blue a week before Halloween, she said she was taken for half a mil, and her house by a punk named Chris, and his girl Lisa. She begged me for my help, but due to our past, I declined to help at first.She gave me 100k upfront, and offered me the 5 your brother took... All I know is she wants your brother disgraced, his career ruined, and suffering tremendous pain."
"Well obviously some of what she told you is a lie... What part do you play in this?"
"She asked me to learn how to dominate, then I'm supposed to seduce this girl to get to him. After I get the money I'm guessing she'll want me to hurt him, badly, but she hasn't told me any details yet, only that it starts on the tenth."
Carrie mulls over what she's just been told, then finally say's, "here's my offer, I'll pay you five if you agree to help me."
"I'm already getting five, you need to do better, Partner."
"You misunderstood, Partner, you still get the five from Chris, and a additional five from me... Is it a deal?"
"Wait! Let me get this straight, you want me to torture your brother until he gives up the money?"
"Yes... Nothing permanent, no cuts, scars, or burns, but I want you to teach him a lesson about gullibility."
"That's pretty fucked up! How do I know I can trust you to pay?"
"That's easy enough, once you have your hands on Chris, you contact me with Molly's location. Once I have my hands on her I'll wire the money into your account. You'll have Chris, I'll have Molly, and we can set up an exchange... After we spend a little quality time with them, of course. Molly never needs to know about our partnership, or the betrayal."
"What about the girl?"
"Leave her to me."
"You really want me to fuck your brother up?" Mandy says, not quite believing it.
"Like I said, you can have your fun with him, but no broken bones, burns, or scars. Bruises and welts are fine, but not his face! Got it?"
"Fair enough, how do I contact you once I know Molly's plan?" Carrie slides a plain card printed with a phone number, and nothing else, across the table and leaves without a backward glance..."
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