Training Rebecca

Training Rebecca Part III (Saturday)

Rebecca Dunbar awoke early on Saturday morning. She did this without the alarm being set; it was just her routine and she didn't change it just because it was the weekend. She donned exercise attire and went downstairs. Upon entering the home gym, she saw a box sitting on the table. She went in search of Maria and found her in the laundry room.

“What's with the box in the gym?” she asked.

“It arrived yesterday with instructions to put it there. The deliveryman said you'd be expecting it.”

She returned to the exercise room and opened the box. Inside was a note explaining that she was to wear the enclosed item while exercising, a minimum of half an hour a day. She pulled out the wrapped item and opened it. She turned it around and around. It was a strap with a leather phallus attached. She thought at first he was going to make her wear a dildo, but a card on the plastic wrap showed a picture of a girl with the strap around her head and the wide end where the phallus attached was at her mouth. This was too much. He had disrupted her life when he was with her, and the butt plug made her conscious of him even when he wasn't.

She made a decision, put it back in the box and started her routine. Maria knocked and entered a few minutes later with the phone and handed it to Rebecca who was pedaling the stationary bike.

“You have chosen to ignore me,” the voice said when she picked up the phone.

“No, sir,” she hastily replied. “I was just about to start my exercises,” she lied, “and had just opened the box. Was it from you?”

The line went dead. Damn him, she thought as she handed the phone back to Maria and thanking her for bringing it. After her housekeeper had left, she went back to the box and retrieved the fake cock. The package called it a pecker gag. The leather made her mouth bulge as she inserted it. She pushed slowly until it hit the back of her mouth and she gagged. She looked and realized she still had a little farther to go past that point. She put it in again until it reached the gagging point. Then with a will she relaxed her mouth and throat muscles and pushed just a little. No gagging. Just a little more. She pushed the last little way and gagged again. The offending article was rejected as she hacked and coughed. She wanted to cry but refused to let herself. She sat down so she could concentrate. In again, she tilted her head up for easier entry, muscles forced to relax, and the last little push was made without gagging. She swallowed around it and found it quite uncomfortable. She thought about not buckling it, but he seemed to anticipate her every move, so she buckled it behind her head. It wasn't long enough to block her breathing but breathing through her mouth was out of the question.

Rebecca slowly and carefully moved back to the exercise bike and mounted. The rest of her exercising was done at a measured pace. She couldn't get to the point where she was breathing hard and she didn't want to start gagging around the “Pecker gag” since it was buckled on. By the end, her throat muscles seemed to be relaxed around it and she unbuckled it and took it off. Her mouth was very dry and she took a drink from her water bottle before stowing her new “toy” in the back of the cabinet.

She went up to the master bath where she looked at the clock and took out the butt plug. It felt heavy and she could feel something metal inside the rubber. After a few moments, it gave off a beep. She sat on the toilet and took a shower. It felt funny soaping her hairless pussy, but it was also erotic she agreed reluctantly. She finished and dried before her 30 minutes was up and reinserted the plug, which soon beeped. The entire focus of everything he made her do was aimed at stirring her sexuality. And despite her best efforts to the contrary, her body was betraying her.

She dressed in sloppy clothes for ramming around the house, and spent a while piddling about the home office. The boys came in to say they were going out to an amusement part with Maria. Rebecca usually took them out someplace on Saturday, but she didn't want to go in a skirt without panties, and she didn't know when Kyle would call again. After they left she changed into a bikini that set off her curves and went out back to lay in the sun by the pool.

The phone rang about 2:00 and she went inside to get it.

“Good afternoon,” said a familiar voice.

“Good afternoon, Sir.”

“Are you spending a pleasant day at home?”

“Yes, thank you Sir.” The small talk was getting on her nerves. She been expecting his call all day and wanted to at least know what he had planned for her.

“Come to my house tonight at 8:00.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“And Rebecca?”

“Yes, Sir?”

“Bring a mouthful of cum.”

The line went dead before she could respond. Why was he doing this to her? She saw red for a minute, the phone still at her ear. Her fingers clutched at the receiver, wanting to scream at the top of her voice. He was arrogant, barbaric, with no thought for her wellbeing. He disregarded every convention of civilized society. Then, without making a conscious decision, her brain started working to figure out how she could accomplish this task. It is 2:00 now. She would have to find someplace with men in it early. It would be light at 7:30, so it would be hard to find a place outside. The next few hours should have been peaceful ones at home, but he had disrupted her life again as she considered the problems she would face this evening and their potential solutions.

At 6:00 she dressed in her shortest and tightest skirt, which covered the obligatory garters and stockings. She chose a push-up bra and tight, low-cut sweater to accentuate her curves. Her hair, she let down and left a bit wild. Then she finished off by adding bright red lipstick and her highest heels. Who is this woman, she asked herself when she looked in the mirror?

At 6:30 she left the house. Maria's raised eyebrows were her unspoken comment. Rebecca drove to a middle-class bar and grille and parked. The bar wasn't very crowded and she ordered a drink and looked around. There were only a couple of possibilities she thought as she eyed a balding middle age man alone at a table and a man about mid-twenties in a suit at the end of the bar. She had to play this out; it couldn't happen too soon. She looked at her watch, 6:50. She took a sip. Other people came in. A group of guys celebrating after a game of some sort sat in the corner, and a couple took a table. She was jarred with the realization that she hadn't been sitting properly. She looked around as though he could be there spying on her and slid off the stool. Try as she might, she couldn't get on the stool with the back of her skirt up, not without lifting the whole damn thing to her waist anyway. So she just stood and sipped.

7:00, time seemed to stand still. When no one else came in, she decided to strike up a conversation with the hunk in the suit and see if something could develop. As she made her move an attractive redhead entered the bar and joined him. Strike one at 7:10.

When no one else had entered 5 minutes later, she went over and asked if she could sit at the table with the middle age man. He indicated a vacant chair and she sat down. He wasn't particularly attractive, with a middle that kept him at arms length from the table. Now what, she wondered? They introduced themselves. Would he like to buy her another drink? He would, and went to the bar as she downed the rest of hers. By the time he returned with the drinks it was after 7:25 and she knew she had to make her move. She took a good swallow of the fresh one to steady her nerves and reached out and put a hand on his arm.

“Maybe we could go somewhere,” she started.

“Where?”

“Someplace where we could be alone,” she tried to speak seductively but it didn't come off.

“Are you a hooker or something?” he asked.

She blushed at the insinuation and took a drink to calm her nerves. “No, just looking for a good time.”

“I've never seen you in here before,” he wasn't too sure. She was definitely a cut or two above anyone who would look at him. “Are you a cop?”

She shook her head. “I've never been in here before. But I want to make you feel special tonight,” she said feeling desperate now. It was almost 7:35.

“If you're sure.”

She took his arm and led him out of the bar. “Where is your car?” she asked.

He pointed to a Pontiac a couple of cars down. She groaned at the proximity to the door and steered him away to her Mercedes at the edge of the parking lot. She hit the button and the doors unlocked. She opened the back door and motioned for him to get in.

“Right here?” he asked.

“I don't have a lot of time right now, sweetheart. Maybe later we can meet and do it right.” She couldn't lose him now. She pulled her sweater and bra down to reveal her breasts. He reached out and stroked the left one. She slid across the rear seat and he followed, closing the door. She unfastened his pants and pulled his cock out and he reached over so he could run a hand over her breasts. She pushed him back and sucked him in; working the way Kyle had taught her. His moans gained force every time she swirled her tongue around the head. She started bobbing her head quickly now, and she reached under to massage his balls. He leaned forward so he could play with her nipples and the combination sent him over the edge. She sucked ‘til her mouth was full, then raised her head and continued to bring him off with her hand.

Now what? She opened the door and got out, but he didn't move. She tried to talk but jism ran down her chin and she scooped it up with a finger and sucked it in. She reached in and grabbed his arm to pull him out but he pulled her back in on top of him and as her stomach hit his knee, the precious cum she had been saving was spit out all over him.

Damn, Damn. Damn. She looked at the mess that had spewn all over his pants and wondered if she could suck it all up. But it was already soaking into the material. “Out,” she yelled figuring he could not cum again no matter what she did. “Just get out.” It was 7:47. He scrambled out pulling his soiled pants up and looking bewildered. She hit the lock button as she ran back into the bar leaving him there. She look around and with little choice picked out one of the jocks. She leaned over and whispered in his ear that he looked like a real stud and she wanted to give him the best blowjob of his life.

“What?” She repeated what she had said elaborating on what she would do for him. The others looked on quizzically.

“You've got to be kidding?”

“You heard me right, Stud,” she whispered. “Shall we?” she said grabbing his hand.

“Hey guys, this broad wants blow-jobs. Shall we oblige her?” At first they wouldn't believe it, then the whole group became animated, talking and laughing about the needs of a slut as she reddened even more and pulled her hand away.

Eight minutes to go. There was no time for this. She went to the end of the bar as asked for a plastic cup. The bartender handed it to her and she grabbed his hand and dragged him into the back room. The jocks watching the proceedings hooted and hollered behind her. She didn't even take down his pants, but knelt, unzipped the bewildered 30 something, fished him out, and grasped the base firmly. She sucked on the head while milking him with her free hand. Now her mouth followed the hand up and down his cock. The jocks out in the bar had taken up a chant and were clapping in unison shouting, “Go, Go, Go, Go, Go.” She closed out the sound and concentrated on making him cum. His hand went to her hair and held it firmly. She felt a certain amount of power in feeling him get harder and harder—then he was spewing into her mouth. When it was full, she spit it into the cup and then went back for the rest. A glob had fallen meanwhile on the curve of her right breast. She rose, spitting the rest into the cup, and turned to go.

“Lady...,” he said, his cock still twitching from the hole in his pants.

But she was gone. The jocks were still chanting and had moved over toward the bar. They saw the cup, the cum on her chin, and the glob above her sweater, and broke into cheers. God, what ass holes, she thought as she ran through them and out the door. As she scrambled toward her car in high heels, she scooped up the glob with a finger and flicked it into the cup. Her cheering section followed her outside and she could still hear them yelling and laughing as she spun the tires leaving the parking lot.

The car clock said 7:57. She raced the 7 or so miles to his house holding the precious cup in her free hand and praying that all the cops in the area were on doughnut break. The car squealed to a halt in his drive and she ran the last leg of the race to the door emptying the contents of the cup into her mouth and throwing it aside. Thirty seconds later she was ringing the doorbell and breathing heavily through her nose. Her watch, she had forgotten to take it off. It read 8:04 as she dropped it on the table. She glanced down at her nudity and prayed that no one was looking this direction. The minutes ticked by. Her breathing had slowed but the mouthful was becoming uncomfortable. She heard an elderly couple walking down the sidewalk and she turned toward the door, feeling very conspicuous. She didn't know if they looked toward the house or not. At 8:08 the door was opened. She recognized the secretary from Kyle's office, attired as she was except for an apron.

“You're late,” was her only comment, as Rebecca brushed past to take up Position #1. Rebecca waited several minutes there before hearing muted footsteps behind her.

His voice sounded displeased. “You will be punished.”

She could only nod.

“Did you come prepared as I asked?”

She nodded affirmatively again.

“Let me see.” She tilted her head back and opened so he could see the thick, milky liquid she had worked so hard to obtain.

“Close your mouth, but don't swallow,” he said holding a stick with leather at the end. “I will give you your choice of punishments. Both will involve your breasts. I can tie you up and you will receive 10 on the underside of each tit. Or you can hold them up for me and I will hit each 4 times. Of course if you let one fall, it will receive 2 extra penalty shots. If you lose the cum with either choice, there will be 4 penalty shots each. Which will you chose?”

This is a choice, she said to herself?

“wogggggannnn.”

“O sorry, I forgot. Would you like choice 1?”

She shook her head no.

“Choice 2?”

She hesitated. The better of two evils is still an evil. But she finally nodded yes.

“Good. Stand up, grab both nipples and lift them as high as they will go. This will hurt, but you will want to remember the part about maintaining a full mouth.”

He flicked the rod, testing it. Then he snapped it with his wrist and the leather cracked on her right breast just below her fingers, making it jiggle. Her eyes opened wide and a gurgling sound escaped from her mouth. A red welt appeared to mark the spot. She steeled herself for the next one and it stung equally as much in the same place on her left breast. She closed her eyes and a growling sound came from her throat. She tightened the grip on her nipples. There was no way she was going to let this go into overtime.

He changed ends and ran the handle through her bare slit. The end was slick with her moisture as he held it up for inspection and nodded.

“One,” he announced.

The second one left a mark an inch to the right of the first on the right breast and a similar one soon appeared on the left. She had no idea the underside was so sensitive and wanted desperately to let go and massage the hurt away. Tears filled her eyes, but she refused to give him the satisfaction of crying. She couldn't even close her mouth to grit her teeth.

“Two.”

Her mouth was salivating and the excess moisture gave her more than a mouthful. The excess was trickling down her throat and she had to swallow it little by little.

Crack. The leather hit an inch to the left of the original mark on her right breast. A tear trickled down her cheek unbidden as the injured breast stopped wiggling. He reached toward her and began massaging her clit. Shit, she thought when the realization hit her. If he brings me off now there is no way I can hold this damn cum in my mouth. She resolved not to respond. But the events of the past hour had made her too horny and there were too many distractions to her resolve. She was soon moving against his hand.

Crack. The leather tip came from below and popped against her left breast.

“Three.” His fingers continued manipulating her clit even as he hit her. Her fingers were cramping from holding her breasts up by the nipples. But she just had to get through two more strokes.

“Are you ready?”

She nodded tightening her grip on the already painful nipples. The fourth one snapped an inch below the first one on the lower curve of the right breast. He could see the momentary pain in her eyes before her resolution took over. It didn't seem quite as bad now that she was close to orgasm. The fingers continued to rub her soaked pussy. Her body was betraying her again.

“You would like to cum?” it was hardly a question.

She shook her head no, then yes. She didn't know what she wanted. The taste of cum was strong in her mouth and she thought of the bartender.

“You seem uncertain. Do you want to cum?”

Yes, she shook her head, yes. He could tell she was on the verge of an orgasm and stopped rubbing momentarily.

“Very well. You have done well. You may cum on the last stroke. Hold them higher.” Rebecca pulled her nipples up. “Higher still.” They were taunt now, with the nipples pointing straight up, gripped by fingers holding as tightly as possible. Everything there was sore. The nipples hurt from her abuse during the last 15 minutes and the rest ached from the welts he raised. She set her feet firmly, preparing for the end.

“I will count down from 30,” he said. “You will cum exactly at the end. And just to show that I can be lenient, I'll hit you the last time on the count of 2. Don't cum early—or late,” he added.

She nodded. How on earth did I get myself into this?

“30.” His fingers started rubbing circles around her clit again. Time seemed to stand still as she listened to his voice and lived in the moment of eroticism that swept over her.

“20.” She was breathing hard through her nose. She swallowed again as a bit of slime slid unbidden down her throat.

“15.” Her concentration was complete. Nothing but his voice and the hand at her pussy mattered.

“10.” Her moans became louder and more frequent. This was it.

“8.” He increased the pace. She had to wait.

“7.” She knew she would never forget the taste of his cum.

“6.” She pushed her cunt against him as hard as she could.

“5.” So close, breathe out.

“4.” So close, breathe in.

“3.” She squealed through her nose. She held her breath.

“2.” Crack.

“1.” The pain had turned to pleasure.

“Cum Rebecca. Cum for me my slut.” She struggled wanting to swallow as her insides contracted and wave after delicious, painful wave of orgasm washed over her. She didn't think to release her nipples and didn't realize how much they ached. Her knees shook and she straightened her legs to keep from falling down. He kept working her clit all through the orgasm. She started breathing in painful gasps through her nose. As she came down, she was sure this couldn't be happening to her.

Her mind cleared, and she lowered her nipples and let them go. A sharp pain told her the blood was flowing back into them. Her hands and fingers opened painfully.

“Open your mouth.”

He checked. “Swallow.”

“You are a bastard,” she said when she could speak. “Sir.”

He raised an eyebrow and pointed to the couch for her to sit. She did so thankfully since everything still quivered and her legs were like jelly.

“You didn't want to cum?” He sat in the chair opposite.

“I...no..., not that way.”

“You want to always be in control.”

She shrugged. “You are a fine one to talk about other people wanting to be in control.”

“When did you ever do anything sexually you didn't want to do?” he asked.

She thought for a moment. “I had sex with my husband the night before he left even though I wasn't interested.

“Did you cum?”

“Well, no”

“Then you kept your precious control even then. He had your body, but you never gave him your mind.”

She shrugged again. “I don't think of it as control. Just two people making love together.”

“Your husband wanted sex but you kept your orgasm to yourself. I wonder who came out ahead? And how are your orgasms with John?”

“They are just fine, thank you, Sir,” she said defensively.

“Powerful, like the way you came with me today,” he said cruelly.

“Something like that, yes,” but they both knew she was lying. Her orgasms with Kyle were the most intense of her life, but the cost was too great. Being ordered about like a dog wasn't her idea of fun in spite of the way her body responded. She hadn't even been spanked as a child. Blackmail had turned her life upside down.

Kyle pushed a button on the end table by his chair. In a few moments, the woman Rebecca knew as his secretary/housekeeper appeared.

“Sir?”

He nodded at the middle of the room. She folded her apron and put it on a table nearby before kneeling gracefully in position #1 in the middle of the room. Rebecca envied her poise and figure. She judged her to be about 5 years her junior. The pussy she presented had been prepared in the same way as her own. Her hair was auburn, not black like hers. She had been very business-like at the office, now Rebecca saw her as a beautiful creature oozing sexuality.

“You have done as I asked?” he wanted to know.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Joanna, meet Rebecca.”

“Good evening, Rebecca,” her eyes never left the floor.

Rebecca didn't know what to say in this bizarre situation.

“Joanna, Rebecca has only cum once. See to it.”

“Yes, Sir,” she said and crawled over to a panicking Rebecca.

“You don't understand, Sir,” she almost shouted. “I am not a lesbian.”

He grinned. “Neither is she. Obeying me is a choice she made, although like you, she found it difficult at first. Her husband sent her to me as a result of a little tax indiscretion. Her year will be up soon and I'll send her back per our arrangement.”

“And what is OUR arrangement, as you call it?” she said raising her voice.

“There is none. I'm not convinced yet that you are worth the effort. You still have to prove yourself worthy of my unique form of tutelage.”

“So after all I have been through, I may still go to jail?”

He shrugged. “Life isn't fair. It's easy for you to give orders but obeying someone else you find most difficult. You have already forgotten the proper seating posture.”

Rebecca had instinctively closed her legs when Joanna came into the room. She looked down at them and forced them open.

“Joanna, if you please.”

She moved forward again.

“No, please. I'll do it with you, any way you want, Sir. I'll even be punished,” she gulped. “Please, not with a woman.” She began to cry.

“You are afraid and that is natural. But cumming on the mouth of another woman won't make you gay. The decision has already been made,” he said in a calm, low voice that brooked no resistance.

Joanna knelt in front of Rebecca, lifted her right leg and placed the foot on the couch beside her, turning her body so she lay back against the corner cushions. The left leg was hoisted onto her shoulder leaving her wide open.

“Show Joanna your cunt,” he ordered.

If there could be anything more humiliating, she didn't know what it would be. She parted her lips for Joanna to see deep into her and shut her eyes as her lips squished apart.

“Open your eyes and watch what she does,” he commanded. “You may learn something.”

A wet tongue came out and slithered from her vagina to the top of her slit. John wasn't into “cuntsucking” as he called it and Rebecca shivered at the new sensation. The tongue poked into and swirled around her pee hole. She took the engorged lips into her mouth and sucked on each in turn. Then it was back to her pee hole before tonguing all around the mouth of her vagina. Rebecca luxuriated in the silky softness of her experienced tongue.

Kyle undressed and moved in from behind. His cock slid into Joanna's wet cunt and she contracted the muscles around him. She spread her knees further apart to accommodate him better. He reached around her and palmed Joanna's left tit. His right hand found and squeezed Rebecca's left one. He penetrated fully, then withdrew until he was completely outside of her before lunging forward again.

Joanna had moved up to Rebecca's clit and was flicking it lightly with her tongue. She slid two fingers up her cunt hole and worked them in and out in time with her tongue and Kyle's strokes. They didn't seem tight enough, so she added a third finger to the other two. Kyle pinched both nipples in his hands.

Rebecca fought to keep her eyes open. She hadn't missed Kyle's penetration or the look of contentment on Joanna's face when it happened. She vowed she wouldn't cum on a woman's mouth, that she would fake it. But deep inside she knew that they would know and she didn't think she could keep from cumming anyway. Her buttocks spasmed as the invading tongue did its work. Joanna's talented tongue moved at the pace set by Kyle. Rebecca's legs contracted involuntarily, driving her buttocks off the couch and her cunt into Joanna's mouth.

“I...can't...believe...how good...this feels,” was all she could say. She had already cum once—how could she need it again. Then she realized that she didn't have permission to cum and tried to back off. The more she tried, the closer the tongue brought her to the forbidden orgasm.

“May I cum, Sir?” she blurted out.

“In a minute,” was the reply.

She dug her fingernails into the palms of her hands as she felt her toes curl. Kyle's fingers at her nipple tightened and Joanna took the other one in her free hand and pinched. The fingers slid in and out faster as Kyle picked up the pace. Just when she thought she would die or go mad, he shouted “Cum, my sluts,” and all three of them convulsed in unison. Joanna moaned over and over. Rebecca squeezed her eyes shut and shouted “Oh Goooood, iiiiiieeeeeeeeeee.” The volume and intensity changed up and down as her orgasm hit, then hit again. Her ass was held high off the couch, the sinews in her legs stretched taunt forcing her cunt onto Joanna's mouth. Joanna plunged her fingers deep inside as her tongue lashed the engorged clit. Kyle's hand left Rebecca's tit and stroked her face as she came and came and came.

“Thank you, Sir,” it was Joanna's voice after everyone had collapsed. “Do you want me to do her again?”

“No, you did just fine.”

She turned and made to suck him into her mouth, but he brushed her away. “It is for her to do.”

In a daze, Rebecca looked at the dripping cock presented to her. Taste another woman's cunt juice? She started to shake her head no when Kyle grabbed her by the hair and drove his cock into her mouth. She sat stunned. As her tongue started to clean off his cock with a mixture of Joanna's secretions and Kyle's cum, she was confounded at the changes in her life three short days had brought. This is how slut's act, she told herself, and she was sure she wasn't a slut.

Kyle had dismissed Joanna with a wave of his hand. He was back in his chair and she still sat reclining on the pillow with her right knee in the air.

“You have learned more about your sexuality in the past three days than in the last 30 years.”

She sat mute. Her body was so relaxed she didn't know if she could move. But the tingling in her pussy was still there as though she hadn't cum for a month. Damn.

“You will need to see our friend Niko about your tit jewelry.”

She had hoped that he had just wanted to embarrass her at the restaurant. But he didn't say things lightly she was beginning to understand.

“The restaurant will still be open and he works tonight. You will want to know if he prefers your nipples as they are, with nipple studs, or with rings in them.”

She began to say something, then just shook her head in defeated acquiescence.

“He will be doing you a favor by giving his opinion.”

“But he is so young—probably just out of college, Sir.”

“He didn't go to college. He is 20 and learning the restaurant business from his father. What's your point?”

“I...he...yes, Sir.”

“You'd better attend to it now.”

“But my clothes...”

“...will be just adequate for the task at hand.”

“Yes, Sir.” She got up stiffly and went to the door. She would never get use to being naked outside, she thought, as she peered through the doorway before stepping out. She dressed quickly, retrieved the cup, and drove to The Athenian.

Rebecca looked for Niko when she entered but he was not in sight. The Maitre d' looked slightly put out by her appearance. He asked if he could help and she wanted to say help was what she really needed. But she asked for Niko.

“Is there a problem?” he asked.

No, she just needed to speak with him for a minute.

He left and returned with Niko in tow. “How may I be of assistance?” he asked politely with no indication that Friday night had happened.

“Can we speak privately?” she asked looking at the Maitre d'.

Niko led the way to the narrow corridor the housed the restrooms she remembered so well and turned expectantly. “Madam?”

She didn't know how to begin. “We...I was here for dinner Friday night with Mr. Laughlin.

“Yes, I remember.” Still no hint of anything out of the ordinary. “Was everything to your satisfaction?”

“The food was very good. Mr. Laughlin asked your opinion and I have come for the answer.”

“Opinion?”

“Yes, decoration for me, my...you know.”

“And what were the options?”

“Accept them as they are, studs, or rings.”

“And those are for your...?”

This wasn't going anywhere. She pulled down the front of the sweater, unhooked the front of her bra and opened it wide for the youth to see.

“Madam, not here please,” he was embarrassed. “This is a proper establishment.”

She closed the bra and pulled up the sweater.

“Well?”

“I'm sorry. On a matter of this delicacy and importance, I would have to consider carefully.”

“You have already seen me, twice now.”

“Yes, Madam. But I cannot make a determination without studying the situation very carefully. It is a decision which would have a significant impact your exceptional beauty.”

“When would you be able to make that determination?”

“Tomorrow morning at 10:00 would be convenient,” he said holding out a card.

She took the card and nodded resigned to her fate. “Tomorrow morning at 10:00,” she repeated, the words sounding like a death knell.

As she walked past the Maitre d' and out into the night, she wondered if she would awaken soon and find that this had all been a nightmare.

 

 

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