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there for three hours, staring at the red brick structure, wondering
if anyone was home. A lawn service arrived in the afternoon, and three
gardeners clambered out of the truck and began to mow the lawn. They operated a
noisy leaf blower afterwards in the driveway. Other than that deafening
intrusion, there were no visitors to the house that afternoon. I drove home
feeling empty and disappointed.
    Work kept me busy, but the evenings
were entirely predictable. My laptop was now an extension of my body, always
near, and displaying a photo of Mr. Gordon. I counted the days until I saw him
again, thinking of what I might say, and what naughty things he would have me
do. He seemed to prefer watching lesbian situations, and I was finding those
enjoyable as well. The week could not go by fast enough. It was torture having
to wait until Friday night. I was ready a good hour before the driver picked me
up. I stared out the window of my apartment into a gray, urban sky, watching the
street below like a bird of prey. A flash of black had my attention, but my
spirits plummeted when I realized it wasn’t the car I was looking for. It would
be another twenty agonizing minutes before my phone buzzed.
    By the time I arrived at the house, I
was a bundle of excited energy, my body buzzing at the thought of seeing Mr.
Gordon again. Margaret led me up the staircase, which really wasn’t necessary.
I knew where the room was. I stripped as soon as the door closed, throwing the
robe on. After using the bathroom, I sat on the bed and waited. To my
confusion, I waited a considerable amount of time, so long in fact, that
Margaret returned.
    “Would you like a drink, Ms. Fox? I
have cheese and crackers.”
    “Where’s Mr. Gordon?”
    “He’s running late.”
    My shoulders slumped. “Just water.
Thanks.”
    “As you wish.”
    I sat on the bed, kicking my leg up
and down, my excitement diminishing. It would be another hour before the door
opened, and, by that time, I had fallen asleep. A hand touched my shoulder,
waking me.
    “What?” I stared at James Gordon’s
face. “Hi.” Holy shit! He actually
touched me.
    “I’m sorry about the wait.”
    I sat up, brushing hair out of my
face. “Um…that’s all right.”
    “Good. Then we can get started.”
    He seemed a little tense tonight, a
touch on edge. I watched him carefully, noting the impeccable cut of his black
suit and the blueness of his tie. His attention was on the carpet. He avoided
looking at me directly, which was a little strange. I fully anticipated several
women to walk through the door, and when it finally swung open, I sucked back a
gasp. Tonight’s entertainment would not include females. Two tall, muscled men
stood in the room wearing nothing but towels around their waists.
    Oh, my…oh…wow…
    Mr. Gordon took his seat then,
staring at me blankly. “Take your robe off.”
    I shivered, feeling self-conscious. I
let it drop, the silken material floating to my feet. I tried not to stare at
the men; their bulk and stature were intimidating. I focused on the bookshelf
across the room. Smile for the camera . Say cheese .
    “Fuck her.”
    The cold, impersonal tone in his
voice brought me up short. Was this going to be some sort of gang-rape
scenario? I glanced at Mr. Gordon to assess his demeanor, but his esoteric look
gave nothing away. He enjoyed having all the control, the smug bastard. The
men, who had dropped their towels, approached me. It was distressing seeing
their erections, which had basically sprung up out of nowhere. The lengthy
organs were hairless and hard, the rounded ends glistening slightly. Had they
primed themselves with a porno in the other room? Good God!
    “I’m not going to say it again. Fuck
her.”

Chapter Six

 
 
    Strong hands grabbed me, hauling me
to the bulging chest of a man, who was a total stranger. His cock pressed into
my belly. He turned me around roughly, grabbing my hips and pressing himself to
the entrance of my womanhood.