ever wanted to get from attending the initiation was an excuse to whip and torment Suzanne. He sighed philosophically to himself; at least he would still be able to torment Suzanne. Imagine her ordering him around that way, telling him to shut up! And what about keeping his whipping a secret from him? He would get revenge, and he would get it on that bitch’s bare backside.
The chauffeur, Jerry, opened the limo door and Suzanne got in. Her dress and Michael’s rented tuxedo were folded into two neat piles, waiting on the back seat.
As Michael started to get in Suzanne said very sweetly, “I really think I’m going to like the club, now that the initiation is over.” Mentally, she had her fingers crossed. “I do want to thank you for bringing me, Michael, but I have finally realized something. I don’t love you anymore. In fact, I don’t even like you anymore. Please find another way home.” “Suzanne!” Michael protested. “I brought you here!” “And you’ll leave me here,” she replied calmly. “Contrary to your belief, I am not stupid. I will never let myself be alone with you again. You’ve changed since we met. You are now a cruel and hateful man, who wants revenge for doing to you what you wanted to do to me.”
“Suzanne! No! I love you,” Michael protested, knowing that she was right. “I would never want to hurt you. How could you even think such a thing?”
Suzanne ignored him and turned to face James. That’s when she got the biggest shock of the night. When their eyes met it was stunning! It was as if there was an electric current flowing between her and James. Everything and everyone else faded out of her consciousness.
In a soft, shaky voice she said, “James, would you be so kind as to escort me home?” She threw Michael’s tuxedo unceremoniously out the car door. It landed on an oil spot. Sounding equally stunned, James replied, “I’d be honored to escort you.” He gave her a big, warm smile as he got into the limo beside her.
“I’ll be back,” Jerry said curtly, and before anyone could react, he picked up Michael’s tuxedo and got into the limo. Jerry started the limo and they drove away. The other members soon drifted off. Michael was left standing there waiting all alone. Until Jerry returned he was stranded and naked. Now, at last, he was no big shot. Not at all.
Sitting comfortably on the plush cushions, James looked at Suzanne. “I know it’s too soon for me to say this, way too soon, because I realize that you are a lady in every sense of the word. I want you to know I would really like to make love with you, but maybe when we get to know each other a little better,” he smiled gently, “if that’s what you want.”
She searched his smiling face, remembering how kind and reassuring he’d been all through the meeting, even when he was whipping her. She looked at him long and hard, silently, as she made her decision.
“I’m glad you think I’m a lady, James, I do try to be one,” she said with a soft smile, “but I’m not so ladylike that I would deny us both something wonderful. I don’t want to wait and get to know you better; that will come. I just want to make love to you, right here and now.”
He looked a little bit surprised, and very glad. “I can hardly wait to get you home.”
She looked around and found the button that slid the one way glass up between them and Jerry. “Why wait?” The question managed to sound both innocent and mischievous at the same time.
In front, Jerry was very much aware of exactly why the glass was up and he was secretly delighted. He turned some soft music on and hummed to himself, thinking of his own sweet wife at home. She had skipped the meeting, which was unusual for her because an old friend of hers was visiting from out of town. Jerry knew that most of the club members would be shocked if they knew what he planned to do to his wife and with his wife when he got home. He would make love to her in many