Chapter 2: The true cost of doing business with Ms. Sims

Cody---In the truck I was talking excitedly about us buying the Sally-Ann when I noticed the girls seemed nervous for some reason. I shut up long enough to hear Ann ask Mirana, “What do you think that dyke wants?”

“Us! Why else would she want us to meet her at the club tomorrow night?”

I butted in the conversation, “Just say no! Get the contract and come home. I gave the attorney a check for $25,000. The deal is done!”

They both looked at me like I was an idiot.

“It won’t be that easy, but do not worry we’ll get the contract.”

“Have either of you ... you know ... been with her.”

“No. And we did not know she worked at the insurance company. Almost every time she saw us in the club, she asked Ann to dance or tried to buy us drinks. At times she was very insistent. I finally shut her down by telling her neither of us were interested in ‘an old dyke’. I imagine she is going to hold the contract over our head to finally get her way with us.”

“Listen girls, you do not have to do this. We’ll think of something else. Just forget it. I’ll call the attorney and back out of the deal.”

“It’s not like we have not done it before. Just not with her,” said Ann.

I looked over at the two of them, both were grinning. Mirana spoke up, “Yeah. If Cody does not have a problem with it, I say we do it. It’ll be a one-time thing, we get the contract and move on.”

“Exactly what is this ‘it’ that you have done before?” I have an inquiring mind! “How about we talk about it in bed tonight?” Mirana suggested.

I agreed.

Sometime before mid-night, I said I did not have a problem with what they had demonstrated they were going to do as long as this Ms. Sims did not hurt either of them. That brought a look from Ann.

“She’s a bull dyke, who is known as Mistress Inga at the club. I am sure it will be rough not damaging, but still rough.”

I felt my cock surge in my pants.

“I’ll want a play by play!”

Mirana hit me on my shoulder with her fist as she shouted, “Cabron!” (What’s with this damn keyboard not wanting to place the accent mark?!)

Mirana---Ann and I were at the club at 8:30 just as Mistress Inga had ordered. We had been told to call her ‘Mistress’ before we left the insurance company and given instructions on how to dress.

When we walked in the club every eye had turned to ogle us. Why not?! We looked hot! Both of us were dressed in sleeveless dresses that stopped about mid-thigh. Ann’s was black, accenting her smooth white skin and blond hair. Mine was white, complementing my tanned, olive skin and black hair. Neither of us wore panties, again as per the instructions of Mistress Inga. We found a table and ordered a couple of frozen ‘Sex on the Beach’ drinks. The club’s specialty.

As we were finishing our drinks, in walked Mistress Inga. She made a big show of stopping at a couple of tables occupied by ‘older’ ladies then made her way to our table. She acted surprised to see us, then made a point of almost shouting how glad she was that ‘we could meet her at the club tonight’.

She slightly motioned for me to stand, grasped my shoulders and kissed me on the mouth, after using her tongue to trace my lips. Then she pulled Ann to her feet and planted a big kiss on her lips. When she released Ann, she said loud enough for everyone in the bar to hear, “I have missed you both so much!” Even I got the impression we were both former lovers of hers!

Mistress pulled up a chair and sat down at the table. She motioned for a waitress and ordered us fresh drinks, telling the waitress to bring her a shot of bourbon, straight up.

“Did you bring the contract?” I asked.

She opened her leather jacket revealing a black leather bra holding up her 38-D breasts, which produced an image in my mind. I saw her standing naked, her nipples pointing to the floor and her hairy grey bush extending from her belly button to her knees! I will never get that picture out of my mind!

In her inside coat pocket was an envelope containing three pages of folded paper. She took them out and handed them to me. The last was the title to the Sally-Ann! It had various signatures at the bottom and was notarized!

After I read it and showed it to Ann, Mistress took the papers back and put them in the envelope.

Then she returned the envelope to her coat pocket!

“Hey! That’s ours!”

I shouted loud enough that women at the table next to ours looked over at us.

“Not just yet my dear. We have one other piece of business that needs to be taken care of first.”

She had a smirk on her old, wrinkled face so evil that I shuddered.