Chapter 21

One AM, Wednesday morning, Oct 13, 2021

Brandon could hardly take his eyes off me during the drive to his hotel, and I loved it, that look in his eyes that had me turned to mush, his hand on my inner thigh, at the lacy tops of my stockings, slowly inching its way higher ... I spread my legs, willing that hand even higher. I let out a moan, the need...

After Bindi, well really, the whole fucking night, but especially Bindi, I was so fucking turned on!

I’m not even going to pretend that I wasn’t looking forward to walking through that lobby, wearing my skimpier-than-nothing slingshot, sarong, and stockings. I hoped it was a man on duty, a young, handsome man, a man with an imagination ... a vivid imagination.

My slingshot, a spandex string up my ass and my back, split in two over my shoulders, then perhaps a little over an inch covering my tits, string again, to my pussy, another inch wide for those few inches, all covered with that totally, ninety-nine percent sheer sarong, just a black tinge, hiding exactly nothing, feeling so soft ... so sexy!

And my smoky, black thigh-high stockings and heels...

Brandon’s hand ... I closed my eyes, clenched my teeth, and shuddered with Brandon rubbing his fingers alongside the skimpy fabric at the apex of my legs, How I so desperately needed those fingers inside me!

He pulled into the parking lot, Katie in her car right behind us. I remembered again how scared I’d been that first night with Brandon, wearing nothing except my waitress costume, the g-string and pasties. This time, the slingshot and sarong seemed even less, but the only thing I was scared about was upstairs in his room, what was going to happen, with me as turned on as I already was.

My only regret was that I wouldn’t be able to see into the clerk’s mind, could only imagine what he (or she) might be thinking.

Brandon opened my door, and I hoped that the simple task of walking would take my mind off my libido for at least a few minutes. Fat chance, that.

Then he opened Katie’s door for her, and the three of us walked through the parking lot and into the hotel, Brandon with one arm around each of our waists. The clerk who I wanted to get into his mind was a (I’m guessing) forties-something guy, not bad looking at all. I could imagine what he wanted, KNEW what he wanted. He wanted me, all of me, and every pore of my nearly naked skin was screaming to let him. I looked over at him, licked my polished lips, and blew him an air-kiss.

He was staring, panting, and I gave him a big smile right before the elevator door opened.

His wife, I thought, I wished I could be there later, when he would be thinking of me, fucking her, making her wonder what had gotten into her husband.

Would he tell her?

Okay, so I’d become, in polite company, a woman who’d be called a slut, so sue me.

The elevator door closed on the three of us, and I instantly felt Brandon’s hand on my naked ass. Well, I guess that technically, it wasn’t naked, there was that tightly stretched string hidden in my ass, and the sheer sarong.

Anyway, his hand ... and it took so little to have me moaning, a single floor and the door opened, I was already in a state that I wasn’t sure if I could walk. His hand stayed down the hall, a couple fingers working closer to where they’d been last night, my ass.

By the time we’d reached his door, I was panting, my heart was going about a thousand beats per minute, and Katie was smirking. She knew full well what I’d been going through the last several weeks, with my Vagiblok firmly in place and the manometer and electroshock duly preventing any stray orgasm.

“Would either of you ladies like a little something to drink?” Brandon asked once we were inside his room, “I invested in several bottles of some very nice wine.” He picked up a bottle, “Let’s see, here’s a Pinot Noir from the Willamette Valley in Oregon,” and another bottle, a white, “and this one, Amelia, a Chardonnay from Chili, so which would you ladies prefer?”

I’d learned to like wine much more over the last year-plus, but wasn’t a wine connoisseur by any means, plus my priorities were in ‘other’ things at the moment. Katie, however, looked at the Chardonnay, “Wow,” she said, you said ‘nice’, these are much better than just nice, I’d love a glass.”

While Brandon retrieved the three long-stemmed glasses from the kitchenette and poured the white wine, I dug out my phone and tiny tripod that I’d purchased, and dialed my husband, pleased that it only took two rings for him to answer the video call, which he’d obviously been awaiting. I clicked it onto the tripod and set it on the desk, pointing it toward the loveseat, then sat back down.

Only a moment later, Brandon returned with the three glasses of wine, smiling when he saw the phone I’d set up, and sat between Katie and me on the loveseat. He knew exactly what the phone was for, as did Katie.

“We won our game this evening, thirteen innings, but enough about that. Katie, I’d love to know a little about you.”

Katie blushed, “I ... I have no family. When I was a baby, I was adopted by a wonderful couple in their fifties. Then, when I was thirteen, they were both killed in a car accident, and I spent the next several years in foster care. No boyfriend, he and I broke up a few weeks ago...”

“I didn’t know that,” I told my friend, “you’d never mentioned that about being adopted or your parents to me, I’m so, so sorry...”

She shrugged, “It was a long time ago, I still miss them but have gotten on with my life. I’ve decided that what I want is to be a social worker, work with kids who are going through what I did, but I know it takes college, and that’s where the club comes in. I’m hoping that by next year, I’ll have enough saved, maybe still work enough to pay my bills. Besides, it’s fun, I enjoy it.”

She can now, I thought, just doesn’t know it yet. When I get home...

“But right now, I’m enjoying what I’m doing, especially after meeting Tara a couple months ago. Maybe it was why I liked her so much that first day, she seemed so lost and in such a panic.”

I laughed, “You have that right, panic was the word of the day back then.”

I’d learned more about Katie in those few minutes than in all the time I’d known her, and that while Brandon was doing more of what he’d been doing in the car. It had now been six full weeks since my last orgasm ... and my pussy was letting me know, in no uncertain terms.

The little bit of wine wasn’t helping, either ... or Brandon’s hand.

Brandon leaned over and kissed Katie on the lips, “I like you more already,” he told her, “I think you’ll be wonderful with kids.”

“But for tonight,” he added, “Tara says she hasn’t been allowed to come for the last six weeks. I wonder if ... you might like to ... give her a little test, see if you might be able to elicit a little reaction. And I’d love to sit back and watch.”