Chapter 21

Wednesday morning had arrived and Debra sat in front of the gym in her car her heart racing body taught with anticipation. She had tried again last night to find pleasure with Ray but it had been even worse than Monday's disaster. Not only had she been terribly disappointed by Ray's efforts but when she went to satisfy herself with her vibrator she had forgotten to replace the batteries in it and had to pleasure herself without the device's vibrating wonders.

She had only sat there a minute but it had seemed like an eternity her mind was full of all the possibilities of what could happen to her. She had been fearing the moment yet in some ways looking forward to it. In fact she had speed her way over here even though she knew she would make the trip in plenty of time. She climbed from the car looking around confident she had parked it out of the way so no one would notice it from the street. She took the Membership card from her purse and then headed into the exclusive health club.

She was greeted by a beautiful young women who scanned her card in, the woman had been so friendly and polite until she looked at the screen. Her attitude took a sudden change when she handed the card back to Debra as if it where infected by some disease.

"You'll find your locker down those stairs and through the last door on the left its locker 69 you don't need to show me your card anymore I'm sure I'll remember you from now on." She said in a snotty voice.

"Thanks." Was all Debra could say seeing the revulsion in the woman's eyes as she looked at her. She proceeded down the stairs and to the last door on the left as directed the door was labeled private and Debra entered it apprehensively. It was a small locker room with an office at the end of the isle of lockers. She found the locker with a tape label 69 halfway down the isle. She cautiously opened the door to the locker finding a note taped to the inside of the door. The note read: Take off all your clothes and put only the clothes on the hanger on then proceed to the following address. XXXXXX service the client as best you can and return here your new bras will be here when you return. B.

Debra looked at the clothes on the hanger and found a thin black dress a black silk garter with red lace and a pair of black stockings still in the plastic packaging. A bag containing a pair of high heels and make up hanging over the hook of the hanger. She looked around the room before she stripped off her clothes. She had just put the garter belt around her waist when the door opened and a pathetic looking little man came walking in. At first Debra thought he must be the janitor or lost perhaps but then he nonchalantly looked at her nude body and spoke.

"So you're his new bitch huh. The old married broad with kids I guess he's right you don't look so bad." He said walking by and slapping her bare chest. "Don't forget the makeup toots I'll be in my office when you're ready to go." He said proceeding into the office and flipping on the light.

She was shocked by his candor and rudeness what a little creep she thought. She proceeded to pull the stockings up her legs and snapped them to the garter she next pulled the dress on over her body. The halter top dress was semi-transparent and she was embarrassed to see her already erect nipples sticking through the thin material. She slipped the high heeled shoes on and took the makeup to the mirror she was carefully applying the makeup when she heard the little creep yell for her to hurry up. She quickly finished and after carefully putting her clothes in the locker she went to meet him in his office.

"Uhm, I'm ready." She said sticking her head into his office. "Get in here" he said looking up from his magazine. She stepped into the office reluctantly holding her arms over her chest. He looked her up and down with his beady little eyes before he spoke. "Well if that's the best you can do I guess it'll have to do." He said turning back to his desk and picking up a key chain.

"Consider me your uh pimp our maybe you prefer to think of it as manager. We both work for Mr. B but you answer to me and I answer to him understand?" he said prompting her to nod her head in acceptance. "You see me before you leave and when you get back got it? I'll let you know any special instructions for the client and take care of the details." He said tossing the key chain to her. "It's the red car in the garage there the remote for the door is on the visor. Take good care of the car nothing better happen to it. The little button on the key chain is called a panic button push it for only two reasons one you have any trouble with the law or two if you feel in mortal danger. So just remember don't push the damn button." He said pointing to a back door of the office. "Any questions?" He asked.

"No." she said softly as she stared at the floor. "OK then get going and make sure the client doesn't call with any complaints." He said slapping her on the ass and hurrying her out the door.

She found the red car he was referring to in the underground garage it was a red BMW Z3 roadster and just as he said the remote for the garages door was on the visor the top of the convertible was already down and she found the exit from the back of the mall through the alley put her only a half block from the bridge. She was in the city and quickly found the address in just over an hour. The apartment complex was in the nicest part of the cities upper east side.

She had almost forgotten what she was on the way to do. She felt free almost carefree she had found a big pair of sunglasses in the center console and put them on. She saw herself in the mirror hair blowing in the wind. It was like looking at someone else someone younger, funner, more free than she had ever felt.

She went to the apartment specified and was shocked when the 7 foot tall muscular black man opened the door. Debra had no idea who he was or that he played professional basketball only that he was the tallest must muscular man she'd ever seen. She was dwarfed by the monster of a man. She realized her mouth was hanging open in awe before she spoke.

"Oh hello." She began.

"Yo you Deb Barone?" he asked looking her over. Debra nodded her head acknowledging her identity. "Ray Barone the columnist for Newsday he's you man? You're Husband?" he said ensuring she understood. "Yes." She replied unsure just what to expect, this monster knew who she was.

"So you here for a good boning then honey?" he asked in a slur. "What?" Debra replied not sure what he meant. "You here to get fucked?" he asked again. "Yea, Um what ever you know, whatever you want." She said hesitantly. "Well then get you ass in here Mamma." He said moving out of the way allowing her in the spacious apartment.