Chapter 5

The servant brought the tea and left.

"Now Jennifer, what is it you wished to discuss?"

Jennifer was still in awe of the magnificent beauty of this woman. She wondered how a man like Tremper could even consider looking at another woman. She decided Larry Tremper was more perverted than she had thought.

"I... I'm not sure how to tell you, Mrs. Tremper."

"Please call me Dana. I thought we established that the other night."

"Yes, of course, Dana. I'm sorry. It's just that, you're a very lovely woman and

what I have to discuss is not very pleasant."

"Thank you for the compliment, Jennifer", she said smiling, "but to return the candor, it was I who was struck with your loveliness the other evening."

Jennifer reddened.

"Don't think my husband is the only one who is a connoisseur of feminine beauty, Jennifer."

She noted the look of anticipation in the younger woman's face.

"Yes, I am aware of my husband's indiscretions. He has a weakness for beautiful women... a weakness we both share."

Jennifer's eyes widened in astonishment.

Dana Tremper sat on the sofa examining the young wife who sat opposite her in a large leather chair.

"You no doubt have come here to ask me to intervene on your behalf."

Jennifer's eyes fell. She shook her head in the affirmative.

"Tell me what happened."

"He... he made a pass at me after dinner the other night."

"And..."

"And?" Jennifer asked, hoping Dana Tremper wasn't going to ask what Jennifer feared she would.

"And did he succeed?"

Jennifer winced. Again her eyes could no longer meet those of the older woman. Her voice was weak, barely above a whisper.

"Yes. While you took Ron to see the tennis courts. He... he drugged me with a secret pheromone which the company has developed."

Jennifer noted that far from being disgusted, Dana Tremper seemed intrigued.

"What happened then?"

"Please, I..."

"Tell me, Jennifer."

"I... I became crazy. I went wild and..."

"And what, Jennifer?"

Jennifer was burning with embarrassment. The words came slowly, haltingly.

"I... I laid across the desk and... he... took me."

Dana Tremper's eyes seemed absolutely alight.

"Did you orgasm?"

Jennifer's mouth dropped open.

"Mrs. Tremper!"

"Did you, Jennifer? I want the truth!"

It was perhaps the hardest answer she had ever given.

"... Yes."

"More than once?"

"Why?..."

"Tell me, Jennifer. More than once?"

"... Yes."

The hint of a smile crossed the older woman's face.

"How many times, Jennifer?"

"Please..."

"Look, Jennifer, you have come here for my help. You already admit you have had sexual intercourse with my husband right here in my own home..."

"But it wasn't really me... the drug..."

"Drugs or no drugs, if you expect my help, I want the truth. How many orgasms did you have?"

Jennifer felt trapped. She didn't want to discuss what had happened, yet this woman was perhaps the only person who was in a position to help her, to help Ron.

"Five," she said, almost beginning to cry.

"So you enjoyed it."

Dana Tremper's words were not a question, but a statement awaiting confirmation.

"Yes... no... that is... while I was bent over that desk I could think of nothing else. Afterward I felt awful, used, dirty."

"Just exactly what do you want from me, Jennifer?"

"Afterward he threatened to ruin my husband's career if I don't consent to his wishes."

"Which are?"

"I am to go to bed with him whenever he wishes, and I am to go to bed with clients of the company."

"And you wish me to intervene on your behalf?"

"Would you?" Please! I don't know who else to turn to, what else to do!"

Dana Tremper looked slowly at the young wife from head to feet. Her eyes pausing to take in each sensuous curve of Jennifer's body. Jennifer squirmed slightly but tried not to let her discomfort show.

"Perhaps something can be arranged."

"Oh thank you. I..."

"Not quite so fast my dear. When you have been around the corporate world as long as I have, you learn one cardinal rule."

Jennifer's face held a puzzled expression. Dana Tremper looked her directly in the eye.

"Never give up anything without getting something of equal or greater value in return."

"I'll do anything!' blurted out the young woman.

"Anything, Jennifer?" asked the executive's wife with a wry grin.

"Well, I meant..."

"Just how badly do you need my help, Jennifer?"

"I don't understand."

"I told you a few moments ago that I, as well as my husband, have an eye for beautiful women. Stand and walk over there to the center of the room."

Jennifer could only look at the woman, a totally dumbfounded look on her face.

"Go on, Dear. Right over there."

Jennifer did as she was directed, turning to face the Tremper woman.

"Ah, you move divinely. Your hips sway beautifully and your breasts have a delightful little bounce!"

Jennifer's mouth fell open as she burned with embarrassment. She felt awkward, inadequate in this woman's presence.

"Turn around, dear. Let me see your legs."

Complying, she noticed how Dana Tremper's eyes seem to caress every curve. Discomfort was rising by the moment.

"How badly do you want my help, Jennifer?"

"What do you mean?"

"Badly enough to take off your blouse?"

Jennifer wanted to run, to leave this house, this corporation, this city and never return. But, she wondered, did Larry Tremper have the power to ruin their lives even in another city, another part of the country? Did she dare risk it?

Her hands slowly unbuttoned the silk blouse and let it slip from her shoulders. The older woman was obviously enjoying herself.

"Now the skirt."

Jennifer hesitated, closed her eyes, tried to think. How far could she go? How far would Dana Tremper go?

She loosened the belt and the skirt fell at her feet. Even in high heels, stockings, garter belt, panties and bra, she felt so trapped, so vulnerable, so helpless.

"Take off your bra, darling. I want t see your breasts."

She could no longer face her older adversary. As her hands unsnapped the hooks and the bra slid away, her eyes cast downward. Her hands went up to cover them but a "Tsk, tsk" from Dana and her arms fell to her sides.

"Take down your hair."

As Jennifer complied, the long falls fell forward across her breasts, but a wave of Dana's hand and Jennifer reluctantly pulled her hair back once again exposing her firm breasts to the now leering woman.

"Ah, they're lovely, Jennifer!"

"Please," her voice was weak as she stood so alone in front of the woman whose help she had sought.

"Now the panties, Jennifer. Leave the garter belt and stockings."

"I don't think I can do this," Jennifer said, bending down to pick up her clothes, determined to leave.

"Can't you?" came the reply. "Can you afford not to?"

The young corporate executive's wife stood poised, wishing in her heart to leave, knowing in her mind she might be ruining her husband's career.

"It's simple. Do as I ask and I will see to it your husband rises in the company. Leave now and I do nothing, but rest assured my husband will!"

Tears glistened as Jennifer experienced the same feelings of helplessness and hopelessness she had felt before when talking with Cindy, but unable to avoid the evil of both Trempers, she was torn in deciding which to choose. She stood for a long moment, clothes in her arms, her eyes riveted on the woman who had just created the most serious dilemma of her young life.

The clothes fell from her arms to the floor. She knew she had lost. Her first concern was not herself, but Ron.

"A wise choice, my dear. Now the panties."

Burning with shame, she worked the panties off letting the bright blue undergarment fall to the floor.

"You coordinate your underthings nicely," said the Tremper woman, "even your nest hair and those beautiful locks are the same honey brown. Is it natural?"

"... Yes."

"Come closer, dear."

Jennifer complied, walking to the edge of the sofa, standing directly in front of the older woman.

"Now, Jennifer, you will raise your hands behind your head and hold them there until I tell you to let them down."

She watched the young woman's breasts expand to their fullest.

"Nice, Jennifer, nice. Now spread your legs."

Her eyes closed, Jennifer did as she was bidden.

"Open your eyes, Jennifer. I want to see your eyes as I take you!"

Their eyes met. Jennifer Carpenter's in supplication, Dana Tremper's in triumph.

The woman's touch was electrifying. Her fingers pierced the young woman's vagina and sought and found her clitoris. Despite Jennifer's revulsion, the woman was an expert at knowing rhythm and location, and soon Jennifer was feeling beads of perspiration on her forehead as her body began responding despite her best efforts to remain passive.

"You came for him. You'd better cum for me, Jennifer!"

She knew she must give in, hated herself for it.

She gave herself for only the second time in her life. Larry Tremper had taken her by drugged force. Only to Ron had she opened herself, given her body up to be taken freely. Now she not only was giving herself, but to a woman!

Jennifer wanted to give the woman as little satisfaction as possible, but as she stood, legs spread, near orgasm, Dana touched her with a different rhythm and intensity which Jennifer could not resist. She thrusted on the fingers repeatedly and despite her best efforts to remain silent, she shivered uncontrollably and moaned softly as she climaxed.

"Very good, Jennifer. I do so love to watch a beautiful woman orgasm!"

Dana stretched out on the couch.

"Now, dear..."

Jennifer, still breathless, started to plead with the older woman.

"Please, I've given myself to you. What more do you want?"

"You have no idea, Jennifer. But we'll start with you taking off my clothes!"

When Jennifer hesitated, Dana's voice became icy with the reprimand.

"You didn't expect to receive all that pleasure and give none in return, did you?"

She gestured and Jennifer started removing the woman's clothing. She began with Dana Tremper's shoes and as her hands went up the woman's legs to unfasten her hose from the garter belt, Jennifer realized, despite her revulsion for what she was doing, that this was indeed a magnificently beautiful woman. Her legs were shapely, tanned and silky smooth. Jennifer had to reach under her to unbutton the dress, bringing their faces close. As she also unsnapped the bra and drew it away, she was awed by the size, fullness and firmness of the woman's breasts, so much larger than her own.

"Now the belt and panties, Jennifer."

She felt awkward, clumsy, as she knew Dana Tremper would never be. The garter belt fell away and as she slid the woman's panties from her, she stared in both abhorrence and fascination at the coal black nest already glistening with moisture.

Jennifer laid her body atop the older woman. Dana moving her legs around those of Jennifer so their nests met, pubic hair intermingling. Their breasts pressed against each other, Jennifer feeling the large nipples of the older woman rubbing against her own, exciting her despite her intentions.

Their faces now very close, Dana looked into Jennifer's eyes, found what she wanted. Their lips met. Fire shot through Jennifer. Knowing she should be repulsed by this woman, she found her lips soft, wet and inviting. Dana's tongue found her lips and Jennifer yielded, taking the tongue deep into her mouth and throat. She started once to pull away but Dana's hand went into her hair and behind her head holding their lips in a passionate embrace. Despite herself, Jennifer was becoming excited again. She drank heavily of the other woman, her own tongue probing the exciting mysteries of this woman who gave new meaning to the word captivating.

Dana brought her leg up between Jennifer's and the younger woman, this woman who but moments ago abhorred her own actions, began thrusting shamelessly as her hands roamed to caress the mounds and nipples she found so exciting to the touch.

Both were breathing rapidly, and the heat of their bodies melded them into a fiery sensual embrace.

She felt Dana's hands glide to her buttocks and first caress her cheeks, then squeeze and pull downward, driving her nest against Dana's, and Jennifer into further frenzy.