The Gilded Cage (Closed)

[Biker_Faerie]

Julie Watson woke up in the bed alone. She knew Jack would be out on his run. He always was at this time in the morning.

She got out of the bed and caught her reflection in the mirror, stopping to admire herself for a moment. For a woman of forty one her body looked fantastic and so it should have, considering the money she’d spent on it.

When she’d divorced two years before, Julie had gone through a bit of a change. She’d let herself go when she was married and had paid the price. Her husband had had an affair with one his younger, tighter bodied, employees and had promptly run off with her.

He hadn’t done his research though and in the courts Julie had taken him for half of his considerable fortune, plus the house.

The divorce had left its mark on Julie however. She’d become obsessed with her own youth and had spent a fortune on surgery and personal trainers. The obsession extended to wanting to be around younger people and younger men in particular.

Her view of men changed too. The notion of love she’d felt as a younger married woman had been replaced with something almost transactional in nature. If you wanted the lifestyle Julie had to offer then you were expected to submit to her desires, however base they were. It was Julie’s way or the highway. Simple as that.

Fortunately Jack understood the rules and didn’t have a problem with them. He’d been her first personal trainer after the divorce and they had as much of a bond as the desensitised Julie was ever likely to feel these days.

Jack genuinely liked Julie. He admired her determination and felt protective of her. He also knew when he was onto a good thing.

It helped that he had a high sex drive himself. He was happy to let Julie make the running. He liked being her toy boy.

 

[susurrus]

I’d always been an athletic type: baseball growing up, football and swimming in high school. Received a scholarship for swimming at the college I attended, won second in our division my junior and third senior year.

The degree I’d decided on was completely useless, as far as finding work after school, so I decided to become a physical trainer. I’d kept up my swimming after college, so while so many guys I knew let themselves look like all they did was sit on the couch and drink beer, I still looked pretty damn good. Of course, the other thing is: who wants a PT who looks like Fat Thor?

I’d let my hair grow once I stopped competing, so I had a dark ponytail that came down just short of the bottom of my shoulder blades. At 6’3”, I towered above a great many of the people around me.

And then there’s Julie. She came, nearly waddling, into the gym where I was working, and told the desk she wanted a membership and to look like she had when she was in her twenties, even though she was double that age. I happened to be up front that day and told her, “It’ll be a lot of hard work. I won’t lie to you: most of the people who come in here who look like you do right now don’t last two weeks.”

Still, she was adamant, paid the membership fee and demanded a tour of the place. I showed her what I could, then rounded up one of the female staff to show her the locker area.

She proved determined, to the point of being almost more than I could handle at times. More than once, I had to tell her to slow down or she’d tear a muscle. I also reminded her she still had to eat. It’s impossible to build muscle on no fuel.

Oh, she went through stages of hating me and loving me. As the extra pounds fell off and the toned curves took over, she praised me all to hell. Of course, as I pushed her for two more reps, she cursed the day I’d come into her life, cursed my parents for ever having had me and various other less than glowing epithets shot from her mouth on occasion.

Yes, I had other clients during this time, but Julie was my personal project. She wanted what she’d come in for, and was willing to put in the time and effort to accomplish it, and it showed.

Then came the day she asked to hire me away from the gym and become her personal personal trainer. She assured me it would be well worth my while. With what I was making, I was barely keeping my head above water, so I thought, ‘Might as well give it a try,’ and agreed.

So, I moved into Julie’s house. She had a gym of her own, and even a lap pool. It then became evident how she’d managed to accomplish all she’d accomplished in her training.

During the course of some of our conversations, she’d revealed her marital status, and told me she’d done very well for herself in the divorce. With what I could see, she’d understated that.

She then told me that if I was to stay with her, there were certain rules. Most important was: aside from when I was instructing her, what she said was law. It included sex. I was a little taken aback by that. For some crazy reason, sex had only barely entered my mind. Oh yeah, I’d done some fantasizing as time went on, but to have it thrown out at me like that was surprising.

When I asked, “What do you mean by ‘sex?’ “

She responded, “Anything. Whatever I want you to do, or whatever I want to do to you, you do it or let me do it. Use your imagination. It won’t all just be cocks in pussies. If I want you to suck a cock, you’ll suck a cock. If I want you to service me in front of a roomful of other people, you’ll do it. If I want to loan your services – of any manner – to some of my friends, you’ll go and you’ll give them as good as you do me. Whatever I say, you’ll do or allow to be done. It’s either that or you can go back to your piddly little job at the gym and I’ll find someone else to be my in-home boy toy.”

Fuck. That was a lot to unload on a guy. Julie promised I’d be set for life if I took her up on her offer. I just had to be her sex slave. Did I want her? Abso-fucking-lutely. Did I want to be lent out to her friends and do whatever depraved, debauched thing her dirty mind could concoct? I didn’t know, but my cock thought it sounded pretty fucking delicious, cause I was stiff as hell.

“Okay,” I told her. “When do we start?”

 

[Biker_Faerie]

Julie got up out of bed, slipped into her professional swimmers costume then began her daily routine by going for a swim in purpose built pool. Although her house had an ocean frontage she was careful about swimming in the sea due to the effects of the sun and the harsh salt water on her skin. Some women she knew who regularly swam in the sea looked like leatherback turtles. That wasn’t for her.

One hundred laps of the half size pool were enough to begin with. Julie liked the solitude, the singularity of purpose. Since getting divorced she had come to realise how mentally focussed she could be and she liked that. She used the time to plan out the day ahead as usual there was much to do. She liked to be active.

When she finished. Jack was standing at the side of the pool, freshly showered and in athletic shorts and a polo shirt, ready for her. She peeled off the tight fitting swimsuit and stood there naked in front of him her wet chestnut hair falling over shoulder. She felt her nipples stiffened momentarily but Jack ignored her body just as he’d been instructed. He was working now.

First, Jack handed her a towel and when she’d dried herself off he exchanged it for a freshly laundered leotard. She slipped into the Lycra suit and followed him into the dance studio.

Half an hour of yoga followed. Jack carefully manoeuvred her lithe body into perfect form, never once touching her in anything other than an entirely professional manner. She found yoga hard. She wasn’t as supple as she used to be.

Afterwards Jack accompanied her to the poolside shower room. Where, once again, she stripped off in front of him. She stepped into the shower. It was icy cold just as she wanted it. She soaped herself down in front of him then when she was clean she turned to face the shower wall resting her elbows on it and sticking her bottom out provocatively.

“You can fuck me now,” she told him.

 

[susurrus]

I woke, as I did every morning, to find the clothing I was to wear for, if not the day, at least the morning. The shorts were, not surprisingly, just shy of spandex, and almost a size too small. I didn't know how she managed it. There were no underwear to accompany the shorts, so it was understood I'd be commando. It wouldn't have been a surprise to find a pair of women's panties for under my shorts. Wouldn't be the first time. In fact, I could take the panties. What I didn't care for was when she decked me out in dresses and that kind of kit. Still, when that was what she laid out, I put it on without a word.

The shirt she'd left me was a size too small. Getting into it was almost like trying to squeeze into a sausage casing. However, when I finally managed to wriggle into it, it may as well have been body paint with a collar. Julie liked seeing my body. She said she felt clothes sometimes accented it better than nudity. Whatever the reasoning, I looked at myself in the mirror before heading out to the pool, and saw that, like most mornings, little was left to the imagination. When my cock got hard (note: I said "when," not "if") it would be on full display, and I would display it proudly. As it was, my not-insignificant package was pretty obvious already.

Gathering up a towel and a workout leotard, I headed to the pool, where Julie was wrapping up her morning laps. I watched her, not without interest as she went up and back three times before pulling herself from the water before me.

Without a word, she took off her swimsuit, unashamedly displaying her nudity to me. It was the most delightful way to begin the day, but I was to remain impassive. While I maintained a detached, professional demeanor and passed her a towel, then her yoga outfit, my cock began its morning workout.

While I'd have loved to watch Julie's well-formed ass precede me to her daily yoga routine, she preferred to watch mine, so who was I to argue? It gave my cock a chance to calm down, anyhow.

The temp in the studio was kept warm, with a good amount of humidity. Hot yoga was good for relaxing the muscles. It allowed for more flexibility, which Julie readily admitted was an area she had to work on. Besides, hot yoga made one sweat. Julie looked great after a session, streaming with perspiration. I helped her perfect her technique, guiding her into a better form when she couldn't match me just from watching. However, even though many of the positions presented her pussy, ass and tits very enticingly, there were times to take advantage and times to work. If, for example, there had been nothing laid out for me to wear, and she had refused the leotard, it could have been assumed that this would be more than a typical yoga session. Oh, there would be yoga, have no doubt. It just would mean that I would be free to enjoy what the workout put on display.

When the session was over, I followed Julie to the outdoor shower. We both dripped with sweat. She stripped once again and turned on the water.

She always only used the cold tap after these workouts, even though I'd warned her that at least a warm shower would prove less likely to cause muscle cramps, but so far, she'd been lucky. And I couldn't argue with the effect the frigid water had on her body, particularly, of course, her nipples. To be honest, I wasn't sure how she could stand it, as she treated it like the most comfortable shower she'd ever taken.

Julie lathered herself up, taking care to linger on her breasts, between her legs and her ass. Now, I was no longer her trainer, I was free to be her lover, her voyeur. I let my cock rise, even though I knew better to free it before receiving permission. Once, and only once, she'd put me in a chastity device. I hated it and she (fortunately for me) didn't like that my cock wasn't ready for her at all times.

When she leaned against the shower wall, pushing her gorgeous ass out toward me, I knew what was coming next.

"You can fuck me now," she said with command in her voice, but enough desire to tell me she'd wanted my cock since she'd seen me standing at poolside.

Wasting no time, I lost the shirt and shorts, stepped up behind her and aligned myself with her delectable cunt. In a single hard thrust, I was in her glorious hole all the way to the balls.

As always, I started slow, waiting for her cue on whether or not I should fuck harder. I didn't care one way or the other. Slow and sensual or hard and animal, as long as I got to fuck her, it didn't matter to me...

 

[Biker_Faerie]

Julie felt jack's impressive member penetrate her then slip all the way inside. She breathed a sigh of relief as it went in. She looked forward to their regular morning sex sessions.

Fortunately Julie was already well lubricated. The sight of Jack's cock in those tight shorts and the anticipation of what had been to come at the end of their yoga session had made sure of that.

She felt Jack put his hands on her hips then begin with gentle thrusts, designed to make sure that his shaft was lubricated from tip to toe. She pushed her bottom against him, urging him to go deeper.

"Harder," she told him.

It was like putting your foot down on the accelerator of a Ferrari. The response was instant and all of her sudden her vagina was being pummelled as if by a jackhammer. Jack wasn't only powerfully built but he had stamina too and she felt him drilling his cock into her until she couldn't take any more.

Reaching back, a touch of her hand on his hip was all it took to make him stop. He knew the sign. With his cock still inside her she rested her body against the wall of the shower and felt him brush her hair to one side and kiss her on the back of her neck. In that instant, for just a moment all of Julie's insecurities disappeared and she felt something like love for this young man. But just for an instant.

Julie had a lot of insecurities; her figure, her age, her trust issues, her social standing, whether people liked her or not. All of these things made her who she was and were the reason that she'd created a persona to hide behind. Only Jack really got to see behind the facade.

She'd chosen Jack as her companion, partly because of his obvious physical qualities and of course because he was a good trainer too, but also because Jack genuinely seemed to care for her. Ever since she'd arrived at his gym as a dumpy little divorcee, he'd shown her nothing but kindness and she'd remembered that when she had transformed herself. He could be a deviant little devil too, which appealed to Julie's darker side and finally, he was subservient. Jack knew his place and was happy with it. If you'd set off looking for a man with those qualities then the chances of finding a match would have been low. Julie knew she'd been lucky.

Julie pushed Jack away and turned around to face him. She put her arms around his neck and with impressive athleticism wrapped her legs around his waist. Jack slipped inside her once again, pushed her back against the wall and began to stroke into her. They kissed passionately and the feeling of affection Julie felt for Jack just then heightened her arousal. She ground her clitoris into his pubic bone until she brought herself in an orgasm that left Jack's back look like he'd been mauled by a bear.

"Cum for me," she told him afterwards, reaching down with one hand and holding the base of his cock between her thumb and forefinger as he fucked her.

Jack managed a minute or so more of this heightened stimulation then came deep inside her. Julie felt as if he'd inseminated her with his youth and relaxed.

"Let's go and get breakfast lover, then you can drive me into town. I've got lunch with the girls at twelve then i want to do some shopping."

 

[susurrus]

I loved fucking Julie. Didn't matter where: pussy, ass, mouth, tits. Hell, I'd even cum by sliding my cock up and back between her ass cheeks, fucking them like her tits.

And every time I came, I waited for whether I'd receive the order to clean up. At first, I'd hesitated. I mean, fuck, I'd never eaten my cum before. After a while, it was just another thing to do for my Pussycat.

When I jizzed inside her this time, I received no orders. She merely turned to me and gave me her agenda for the day. I was to play chauffer. I could do that. It wouldn't be the first time.

I made us breakfast. I'm no cordon bleu, but I get by. Dressing in the clothes Julie chose for me, we drove. We were early for her noon lunch, so I just drove her around a little, letting her take in the sights.

Dropping her off at her lunch destination, I parked, then got myself a table, where I ate alone while Julie conversed and laughed with her friends. I'd gotten to know most of those friends - some of them intimately - and liked them all, some to differing degrees...

 

[Biker_Faerie]

Julie's lunch engagement is with a group of girls who are her friends. She calls them girls but in actual fact they are close to her own age. Julie would rather be in younger company but the women share something that binds them. They're all rich and they're all divorced. A sort of 'First Wives Club'.

They meet once a month to compare notes. It can be very bitchy and there is always one-upmanship at the table but at the same time there is a recognition that they are, or at least were, all in the same boat.

It's interesting to see what has happened to each of the women since. Some married younger men, some found rich older men, others hate men with a vengeance. A few are still single.

Celeste is one of the ones who is still single. She and Julie get on well. They have more in common than most of the girls at the table since they both have a penchant for younger men. Except that Celeste carries a grudge against men and has turned into a bit of a dominatrix. She tells Julie about some of her recent experiences and the beginnings of an idea hatch in Julie's mind.

"If you're not doing anything this evening, why don't you come over for drinks and nibbles," Julie offers.

"Will Jack be on the menu?" Celeste giggles devilishly.

"Oh yes," Julie replies.

 

[susurrus]

At these types of engagements, where I'm present, but only as "hired help," so to speak, and therefore not a part of the "festivities," I always attempt to have a view of the proceedings, more as a protective measure than anything. It has never been decreed that I take the role of bodyguard, but it's a position I tacitly assumed of my own volition. There has been no assault on Julie's person as yet, but I like to think that it's because of my vigilance.

The other women know who I am. I often receive hungry looks from some of them. At one point, Julie and her friend Celeste glanced wickedly in my direction. As ever, I acknowledged the look with a pleasant nod, but nothing else.

When lunch was over, I paid for myself and the ladies and offered my Pussycat an arm.

As we pulled from our parking space, I asked, "Where to next? You mentioned shopping."

I wanted to ask what she and Celeste had been talking about, but decided if it concerned me, I'd find out soon enough.

 

[Biker_Faerie]

“We’ll I was going clothes shopping,” Julie tells Jack, “but I’ve invited Celeste over this evening for cocktails so I think that a trip to Underworld is called for instead. “

Underworld was an upmarket ‘adult’ shop occupying a prime spot just off the main drag. You could tell it was an adult shop because nothing was visible from the outside.

Walking into the well lit emporium visitors were greeted with a vast array of expensive lingerie. In another room there was a selection mainstream sex toys.

But right at the back there was another room. Less well lit and looking more like a dungeon. Here was the BDSM section. It contained everything the discerning enthusiast could possibly require. Benches, restraints, paddles, whips, dildos and masks as well as a fully stocked rubber and leather clothing section.

A dark haired goth girl with more piercings than was advisable approached them.

“Can I help you,” she asked.

“Yes,” Julie replied. “My companion here is to be served up as entertainment for one of my female friends this evening. Please help him to choose what he needs to amuse her. And of course what she needs to amuse him. Money is no object but I shall not be happy if he subsequently realises he’s missing something So I’m relying on you to make sure he has everything he needs.”

“Yes miss,” the goth replied knowing she could be on for a good commission out of this.

“I’m going to look at the lingerie,” Julie told Jack. “I want you looking good for Celeste. You know what her tastes are like but remember that anything you choose can and will be used on you.”

 

[susurrus]

Underworld. Celeste. I felt a thrill of erotic anticipation course through me. So that's why they were giving me that evil look earlier. Between Julie and Celeste, I'd be feeling the evening well after daybreak tomorrow. I could hardly wait.

I followed Julie to the "dungeon." Seeing the girl who met us there, I was glad Julie wasn't that interested in modern tribalism. If she wanted me pierced or inked, though, I'm pretty sure I'd succumb.

I was left with the Steel Queen, with the admonition that anything I chose would be used on me. The thought both thrilled and chilled me.

I loaded SQ down with a leather flogger, a strap-on harness with insertables for the wearer, a dildo sized just about the same as my own erect cock, an industrial sized bottle of lube, nipple clamps, ball stretchers, a steel cock ring. For greeting our guest, I chose a silk posing strap and mesh tank top. I knew I was the evening's entertainment. There was no need to be coy.

Restraints we already had a-plenty. Julie's dungeon was well-equipped. However, if one is to be a hot milf-type's boy slave, you can never have enough toys...

SQ asked me if I wanted to ring everything up right away. I told her I'd probably better wait for approval from Julie. There would undoubtedly be additions, substitutions and who knew what all else when my lovely, deviant woman returned...

 

[Biker_Faerie]

Julie returned to the BDSM section carrying a selection of lingerie. She placed it down on the counter then turned her attention to Jack's choices.

She approved of the strap on harness with insertable dildo.

"We'll need two of those," she told the young goth.

The nipple clamps, ball stretcher and cock ring were fine but when she saw the posing strap and mesh top she tutted.

"You're not in a boy band," she told Jack, although being fucked by a boy band had always been a fantasy of hers. "I want you in something more manly."

Julie turned to the assistant.

"What's your name?" she asked.

"Tiffany, miss."

"Well, Tiffany. What would you put him in."

"Definitely a full body harness," Tiffany replied.

My thoughts too.

Tiffany escorted Julie and Jack to where the harnesses were on display. In their simplest form they consisted of a series of connected leather straps. Some were quite effeminate while others were more like gladiators outfits. Julie chose the gladiator style. As they walked back to the counter a face mask caught her eye. In fact it was more of a close fitting hood. On the inside was a small cock which the wearer had to insert into their mouth and on the outside was a larger cock for someone else to ride.

"Both the harness and the hood come in different sizes, would you like to try them on?" the assistant asked.

"Please," Julie replied

The assistant led them to a small room with a mirror in it and a separate changing cubicle. It was the sort of place where partners could view each other's purchases in private.

"I'll leave you to it," Tiffany told them.

"No, stay," Julie replied. "I'd value your opinion."

Julie told Jack to try on the harness and he disappeared into the cubicle. When he came out she complimented herself on her choice. He looked magnificent. Tiffany had also noticed how good he looked, especially his cock. She couldn't keep her eyes off the impressive piece of flesh or his muscular body. Julie surmised that she'd probably only ever been with pale wimpy goth boys before.

"What do you think?" she asked Tiffany.

"He, er. I mean it looks er very good..." Tiffany's voice trailed off.

"Good, we'll take it," Julie told her. "And while we're here, Jack, why don't you take Tiffany into the cubicle and fuck her. She's clearly fascinated with you. I'll wait outside."

Tiffany looked dumbfounded but wasn't about to refuse.

"Oh and don't forget to take the harness off first. I don't want it stained for this evening...."

 

[susurrus]

As suspected, Julie had alterations to make to my choices. She totally disagreed with my "welcome" outfit and asked Steel Queen - Tiffany - what she'd put me in.

Which led us to a whole 'nother section of harnesses.

Not surprisingly, Tiffany was invited to stay to see the results of her suggestion.

I half expected Julie to order me to change there in front of the both of them, which I'd have done without comment. As it was, I ducked behind the changing screen and emerged a few minutes later - there was an ingenious/diabolical cock ring arrangement at the front to maneuver into and a plug at the rear. I had to spit on the plug to get it in, but I managed.

As I looked in the mirror before presenting myself to the ladies, I had to admit, I looked far better in this than I would have in the outfit I'd chosen.

It was taking quite an effort of will, but I managed to keep my cock at least partly soft, but between my partial erection and the built-in, but removable, cock ring, I presented as enormous.

The women's eyes sparkled when I emerged. Julie grinned hungrily while Tiffany goggled. She couldn't take her eyes off my cock.

Julie smirked at the girl's fascination and offered me up to her. As the salesgirl stood gobsmacked, Julie turned and left, reminding me not to soil the new purchase.

Leading Tiffany to the changing bench, I removed the harness - my cock was just soft enough to get out of the cock ring, and I took a moment with a sanitary wipe from a handy container to clean the plug, then turned to the girl.

For all her earlier Goth haughtiness, Tiffany now revealed the uncertain girl that lay beneath all that steel and black.

With a smile, I began to disrobe her. Yes, I could have just had her drop trou and gotten it over with, but I like to see the woman I'm fucking.

Her tits weren't large, but they proportioned well to her slim body. Her pussy was topped by a thick bush of hair, which for some reason, I found surprising.

Not so surprising was the amount of metal she wore under her clothes. Each stiff little nipple held a bar and she bore a clit hood ring and three studs along each pussy lip.

She looked uncertain, but I smiled and touched her face. It was obvious she wasn't very experienced, even though she was probably around my age.

"It's alright," I assured her. Laying back on the floor, my cock stood straight up. "Here. This way you can control the depth and how hard." Not that I couldn't take over, but the girl seemed really nervous. Making her think she could take things as easy as she wanted would help relax her, at least a little.

Reluctantly, she stepped over my hips, then lowered herself toward my erection.

She was nervous, but horny, as I felt a drop from her pussy land on my skin while she lined herself up.

I wasn't sure what Underworld's policy was regarding sex on the premises, but Tiffany's moan as she sank down my cock till she couldn't go any farther told me she didn't care.

"Take your time," I told her. "Never had one this big before?"

"Never had one before," she gasped, eyes clamped shut as she gloried in the sensation of being stretched wide.

Well, damn. Never been anybody's first before. No wonder she'd been so nervous.

"Thank you," I stated honestly. "You get started and let me know if you want me to take over."

The girl nodded and started to rock back and forth.

"God," she panted as she continued rocking, fucking faster and harder until she lost her rhythm entirely.

"Let me show you," I said, and indicated she should dismount.

Even more reluctantly than she had climbing on, she got off me and knelt while I got off the floor.

Her eyes wouldn't leave my cock as I moved.

"Do you want a closer look?" I asked, receiving a silent nod in return.

Standing, I let my pussy-wet cock point right in the girl's face.

Wonderingly, she reached up and touched my hard-on, one hand wrapping around my big balls.

"Taste it. Taste my balls, too. You'll love it, and I guarantee I will."

Tentatively, she put her mouth on me. If she hadn't already admitted her inexperience, I'd have known now. Still, even inexperienced head is better than none at all, so I gave her the moans that told her she was making me feel good.

Unfortunately, though...

"Tiffany, this feels great, honest, but I've got a hot woman waiting for me, and the last thing either of us wants is for her to get tired of waiting and come back and pull me off you before either of us has a chance to cum."

The girl whimpered. She obviously liked what she was doing. Still, logic prevailed and she popped me out of her mouth and laid back on the bench, throwing her legs wide.

Wasting no time, I lined myself up with her soaking hole and pushed till I hit bottom.

"Fuck me," she panted. "Whoever the fuck you are, fuck me."

So, I fucked the Goth girl crazy. She came at least twice before I did, and when I came, I pulled out and coated her with jizz.

Tiffany gave out a very un-Goth-like squeal as she watched cum pour from my cock. When I was done, she was streaked with white slime from her cunt to her throat.

While she marveled, I gave her a sly smile, then bent and began licking the semen from her body. When I got a good mouthful, I came up and deposited it in her mouth for her to swallow.

Julie had taught me to relish my cum. It'd bern an uphill battle, but she eventually trained me to her way of thinking. Now, nearly every time I ejaculated, I ended up swallowing it, whether in or on my subject's body. My only limits were that I only ate it off clean surfaces if not human skin, and no eating out of asses.

Anyhow, by the time I was finished, the sheen on Tiffany's skin was merely from my saliva. Helping her to a sitting position, I started to get dressed. She sat there a little while. Chances were, the female in her was telling her there should be just a little more, some quiet cuddling or something.

She'd be right, but this wasn't that kind of sex. I was sure she'd get the chance for loving sex somewhere along the line. This wasn't the day.

Once she was dressed, we finished the business transaction and I picked up all the goodies we'd chosen.

I was partway up the stairs when Tiffany called out, "Thank you, uh..."

"Jack. Name's Jack."

"Thank you, Jack. Think we might do that ever again?"

"I don't know," I said honestly. "It all depends on the woman who put us together in the first place. You might end up eating pussy if she has her way."

Tiffany scoffed. "Done that. Cock's the only thing I hadn't had. Now I have. I liked it.

"Next time, Jack," she waved.

"Next time, Tiffany," I waved back with the hand carrying the fewest bags.

I found Julie perusing a rack of leather miniskirts.

"I'm back." I gave Julie a quick peck on the lips. "Turns out I was her first," I announced proudly.

"Is there more shopping you'd like to do, or do we need to head home and get ready for guests?"