Close encounters with strangers, a short story by shyboy. Date added: 2010-01-21. Times viewed: 6774.
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- Intro: Not all encounters with strangers are welcome
Jenny looked out of the bedroom window and saw that it was a bright, sunny day. Since her runaway husband Terry had come home unexpectedly the previous week, she had not seen much daylight. His insatiable sexual appetite had shown no signs of abating and now, after shagging her for the hundredth time early this morning, he had dropped another bombshell before falling into a light sleep. 'I want you to tart yourself up today babe - I've booked us into a swingers' bash tonight!' 'What? You mean having sex with strangers? No way!' she had replied. 'There's nothing to it, I used to earn my living that way - it's how I first met your mother!' he retorted, reminding Jenny yet again that he and her mother, Jo, had been lovers long before he had met and married her daughter. 'So you keep telling me,' said Jenny, pulling herself out of his post-coital embrace and sitting on the edge of the bed. 'Anyway,' said Terry. 'It's all fixed, we're going with Alex and Meggie and picking them up at 8, so make sure you're ready by then.' 'Alex and Megan? They're going?' quizzed Jenny, looking at him over her shoulder. 'Well, they're hardly strangers are they? she added. 'I know, but I thought you'd like to see at least some familiar faces - well, in Alex's case, cocks!' came the reply. 'They were both up for it - I thought you'd be pleased. Get you out of the house for a bit . . . ' Terry's voice faded as he drifted off to sleep and so Jenny walked naked to the window, peeped out and then made her way to the bathroom for a shower. Dressing herself in light summer clothing of no bra, vest T-shirt, thong and hot-pants, she slipped on her Crocs, grabbed her bag and made her way out of the house, heading towards the town centre where she would get herself a full rig of sexy lingerie and entirely immodest clothing, all paid for on Terry's credit card. 'That'll teach the bastard!' she thought, although thinking of what lay ahead that night was already starting to make her feel wet inside her thong. She had decided to walk into town as the buses were not too frequent where they lived and the car needed fuel. As she sauntered along in the early morning sunshine she began to think about the night ahead and wondered if she and her sexy cousin Alex, who had become lovers only recently, would make out again at the bash. Lost in her thoughts she didn't hear the running feet behind her until it was too late. She felt a hand clamped over her mouth as she was pulled into an alleyway running down the side of the Red Lion hotel that led to the dustbin area at the rear. Struggling and trying to swing her bag to hit her attacker, Jenny was slammed against the wall in the darkest part of the alley whilst her masked assailant pushed his forearm against her throat, rendering speech impossible. As he pulled up her T-shirt to expose her breasts and then put his free hand down inside her hot-pants and began fingering her wet pussy, Jenny thought to herself: 'Christ! Not here, not like this. I don't want to be raped.' Her friend Rose should be here - she loved the rough stuff, called herself a 'rape junkie' - but Jenny hated the very thought of having this slimy creep sticking his fingers inside her, as he was doing now, or rubbing his crotch against her writhing body. With one final superhuman effort she brought her knee up swiftly and made contact with the rapist's solar plexus, winding him and causing him to relax his grip enough for her to break free and run screaming back up the alleyway towards the hotel entrance. But, before she could get there, another figure emerged from the shadows and she ran straight into his arms. 'God there's two of the bastards!' she cried. 'Let me go, let me go!' 'Woa, woa, woa,' said a soothing voice. 'Calm down, no-one's going to hurt you. Now stop struggling and let me get you a stiff drink - you've had a shock.' Jenny began to sob uncontrollably. 'There's a man . . . down the alleyway . . .he tried to rape me,' she sobbed. 'Well, I saw him make his escape and he looked in a lot of pain, so I don't think he'll be attacking anyone else today. We'll get the police to check the hotel security cameras - he's bound to be on there.' All the while he was talking her new friend was walking her gently towards the hotel. Nodding to the concierge on the way in he said: 'This young lady has had a nasty shock George. I'll take her through to the back lounge and let her recover. Can you rustle up a brandy and something to soak it up please, there's a good chap?' 'OK, Mr Tony. Now then, young lady, you go with Mr Tony and he will take good care of you,' said the elderly concierge. 'Oh, and you might want to put those away now,' he winked, staring at Jenny's still naked breasts. She hastily pulled down her T-shirt to cover her embarrassment and followed Tony into the back lounge. 'So, are you a big shot around here?' she enquired after he had settled her into a big leather chair and handed her the brandy and some toast. 'My Dad started this business forty years ago and passed it on to me last year,' said Tony, who she guessed must be in his mid-thirties. 'The hotel runs itself really - we've got some cracking staff and they only come to me if there's a problem they can't handle.' 'Is there a Mrs Tony?' asked Jenny looking him up and down and loving what she saw. 'No, why? Are you in the market?' 'Sadly not,' said Jenny. 'If you'd asked me that question a week ago, the answer would have been an emphatic yes, but my runaway husband came back on Friday after three years roaming the world and spreading his seed liberally around the globe, so now I'm back to being a married woman.' 'I cannot imagine what possessed him to leave you,' said Tony, smiling down at her. 'Oh, I can,' said Jenny. 'A 23-year-old Polynesian nympho called Sophie, with 36DD boobs and an open-all-areas policy that Terry found irresistable.' Having wolfed down the toast - 'Being almost raped has made me quite hungry, ' she said, handing Tony her empty plate - Jenny swigged down the brandy and said she felt much better now thank you. 'I am greatly in your debt Tony,' she said. 'Is there anything I can do for you before I have to go on my way? And I mean anything!' Tony looked down at her, a serious expression on his face. 'You've just had a narrow escape from a dangerous sex maniac. What makes you think I won't turn out to be the same?' he said. 'You've got kindly eyes,' she replied. 'Anyway, I can see that you're pleased to see me,' she grinned, glancing down at the growing bulge in Tony's trousers. 'I was hoping you wouldn't notice that,' he laughed. 'I've never met anyone like you before. I feel as if I've known you all my life.' Jenny stood up and moved closer to her rescuer. 'I think I'd like it very much if you could show me your private quarters now,' she said. 'Starting with the bathroom - I need to wash that pervert's sticky fingerprints off me.' Tony escorted Jenny through to the small apartment at the back of the hotel where he lived alone. He pointed to the bathroom door and told her to go through while he fetched her a towel. While he was gone Jenny quickly removed her T-shirt and hot-pants and waited outside the bathroom for his return. She had her back to him when he reappeared carrying a freshly laundered fluffy white bath towel and matching robe. He took in the flow of her auburn hair down the unblemished creamy skin of her strong shoulders and back, followed the shapely curve of her hips, encircled by the flimsy material of her thong, which plunged down into the deep crack of her ass between her oh so squeezable buttocks and marvelled again at his good fortune. Jenny heard him return and looked demurely over her shoulder at him. 'Oh dear,' she said. 'You've only brought one towel - never mind, we can share it. Come on,' and with these words she pushed open the bathroom door and beckoned to him to follow her. Tony locked the door behind him and put the towel and robe down on a chair inside the luxuriously appointed bathroom. Jenny draped her clothes over the back of the chair and turned to face him. It was the first time he had been able to look properly at her breasts since he had rescued her from the would-be rapist. When they had been uncovered before he had not wanted to embarrass her by staring at them and, after George had suggested she should cover them up, the chance to peek had been lost. He could feel his cock bursting to be released from his pants as he gazed on the beautiful, naked creature standing before him and knew, as never before, that he had met his soulmate. Quickly he pulled his shirt off over his head and soon felt Jenny's fingers fumbling to unfasten his trousers and tugging at his fly zip. As he removed the last of his clothing Jenny shimmied out of her thong and they fell into a naked embrace, his hard cock pressing firmly against her lower abdomen, his fingers holding and squeezing her ass cheeks, her firm breasts rubbing against his chest as she reached up to kiss his hungry lips. Jenny reached between their bodies to find his cock and, dropping to her knees, began to work the shaft with her hand as she put the purple head inside her mouth and started to lick and suck, bringing Tony to the brink of climax before she stood up and led the way into the big walk-in shower. This time he stood behind her, enfolding her in his arms, rubbing his tingling cock against her ass, squeezing her erect nipples, nuzzling her neck and then running his hand down her flat belly towards her fully aroused pussy. Jenny stopped his hand before it reached its target. 'I need to wash that man's filthy paw prints away first,' she said. And so they stood beneath the cascading water of the shower and he soaped and sponged her beautiful body, washing away all the bad memories of that day, making her feel clean again and ready to embrace this new lover, this gentle, sweet, timid and shy man who she wanted more than any man before. As they dried one another with the soft clean towel Tony kissed each part of her that he touched, working his way slowly down her her body, starting with her succulent breasts, then her belly, her ass and finally her pussy. Jenny was so turned on that she felt sure she was going to squirt her pussy juices all over him by the time he got down there, closing her eyes as she felt his tongue probe inside her wet opening. Not wet from the shower now, but soaked with desire for this man and his gentle touch, such a contrast from her brutal husband and his 'wham bam' approach to love-making, without even a 'thank you ma'am' to finish off with. She was tired of being Terry's sex slave, a mere piece of meat with holes in, into which he could ram his giant cock and gain satisfaction for himself, regardless of any pain he caused her. Tony had no more than the average sized cock for a man, but as she soon found out, he knew how to use it to bring her ultimate ecstasy, to tantalise and tease, yet still bring her to a glorious crescendo of pleasure as he pumped her pussy and filled it with his cum. Not that he had made any move to enter her in the bathroom - just a gentle tonguing of her clit, a finger pressed against the rim of her ass hole, her titties kissed and sucked and then the slow walk through to the bedroom, climbing up onto the four poster bed and sinking into its luxurious pillows and counterpane. Only then did he push his cock slowly inside her pussy lips, sliding towards the ultimate goal, sensuously rubbing against her bud as he pushed his finger inside her ass hole this time, making her arch her back beneath him and groan with true ecstasy. Wrapping her legs around Tony's back. Jenny enjoyed the real pleasure of perfect, deep penetration, her juices flowing freely as her lover made her come again and again. Hours had passed since she first fell into this man's arms, but it didn't matter, nothing mattered just so long as he kept bringing her this pleasurable feeling deep inside for ever and ever. When he finally came inside her it was like a fountain of joy exploding in her deepest recesses. She had never experienced anything like it, not with Terry, or Alex or any of the one-night-stands she had experienced during her single days. It had to end, she knew that and so, as Tony slept - exhausted from all his labours - Jenny slipped away. It broke her heart to leave him, but she was scared of what Terry might do to him if he found out about their liaison. 'Ironic, really,' thought Jenny as she made her way into town to resume her shopping trip. 'Terry wants me to fuck all these strange men tonight, but if he knew about Tony he'd go ballistic, like he did when I told him about Alex. It probably makes him feel insecure to think that I could have a proper, loving relationship with a man and not just see him as a cock on legs.' Terry was fretting when she arrived home late from town, but calmed down when he saw what she had bought to wear that night. 'Shit babe! You'll have them crawling on their knees to get inside that outfit,' he said, beaming at her. 'Just remember, though, save the last shag for me!' Jenny's outfit consisted of a black silk crotchless basque, with peek-a-boo slits for her nipples to poke through and black seamed stockings, attached to suspenders which were built into the basque. She was also wearing black high-heeled shoes and a diamante choker. She decided to apply her make-up to make her look as tarty as possible. 'If I'm going to be fuck fodder, I might as well look the part,' she thought. Grabbing a coat to cover up her outfit, she ran to the car where Terry was already revving the engine, eager to 'get at all that wet pussy and fuck some ass' as he put it so delicately. Alex and Megan were waiting for them when they called to pick them up and the girls sat in the back, giggling like a couple of schoolkids while Terry drove them to the venue. 'I feel so slutty,' said Megan. She opened her coat to reveal to Jenny that she was wearing only a black, see through baby doll top and a black lace thong that hardly covered her glistening pussy. 'I'm so horny too, I just know I'm going to go off like a train as soon as we get there! Alex keeps telling me to calm down and pace myself, although what he knows about it I'm not sure - neither of us has been to anything like this before, not unless you count that night around at your mother's.' Jenny had been trying to blot out memories of that night - not because she had been at her mother's to see her being fucked by Alex and Terry, but because that was the night Terry had returned out of the blue after three years' absence and had literally fucked her senseless. And he hadn't stopped trying to do the same to her ever since. 'Let's not go there,' she told Megan. 'Anyway, I'm sure it will just be a lot of sad old farts wanting to dump their ugly wives onto other sad old farts while they shag anything half decent that comes their way and is still breathing!' She had to admit later that she was wrong about the clientele at the swingers' bash. All those taking part had been vetted by the organisers to make sure that no oddballs got through the net. The men weren't all hunky by any means, but many were and the women had all made a real effort to look sexy, which made their partners feel like a million dollars, even if in looks they were nearer to fifty dollars. Having got past security, where the bouncers seemed to be spending much more time patting down the women than the men, the foursome headed for the bar and then took their drinks with them for a tour of the facilities. First they checked out the communal rooms, some of which had mattresses scattered over the floor, many of them already in use by copulating couples. They then went upstairs, where a series of smaller rooms could cater for individual couples or, in some cases a foursome. They could only look into the unoccupied rooms, as those in use were closed to view, with big 'Do Not Disturb' signs on the doors. Beyond these single rooms was a larger open space, filled with bondage equipment and full-size sex machines. One of these was occupied by a young blindfolded woman, who had been strapped into a swing contraption by her wrists and ankles. As she swung gently backwards and forwards, men with what looked like feather dusters on sticks would brush them over her protruding nipples as she swung one way and then between her spreadeagled legs, using the feathers to rub her naked pussy before she swung back the other way again. They watched fascinated as the girl twitched with pleasure at the touch of the feathers, first on her titties, then on her pussy and down her perineum towards her ass hole. Within minutes she had reached a climax and jerked uncontrollably in the harness while the men continued to rub her pussy with the feathers. One of the men then pulled his cock out of the posing pouch he was wearing and rubbed it frantically until he shot his cum all over the woman's crotch. She was still shaking from her own climax and yelped in surprise when she felt the warm sticky fluid trickling down between her open thighs. 'I'm gonna have to have a go on that later,' muttered Megan to Jenny as they passed through to the next suite of rooms which were all bathrooms. They were hidden behind a door labelled 'Water Sports Area.' 'Do you reckon you can go water skiing in there?' giggled Jenny. 'No babe,' said Terry. 'But if you want someone to piss on you, or do the same to some fellah, then this is where to come, as it were!' The girls agreed that they might give the water sports area a miss and, as they had finished their drinks, agreed to return to the bar, which had filled up a lot since they were last there. The two couples decided to split up and meet again in a couple of hours back in the bondage room. Terry and Alex synchronised watches. 'Let the fuck fest begin!' said Terry and took Jenny's arm as he steered her into the crowd. It didn't take Terry long to spot a gorgeous blonde girl, wearing a bikini top and the shortest of miniskirts and he made a beeline for her. She was with a rather dull-looking young man, wearing a grey suit. 'Just my fucking luck,' muttered Jenny under her breath. 'He gets a babe and I get her bank manager!' Terry turned on his full charm and introduced himself to the girl, whose name it turned out was Cherie. 'I'm assuming you've lost your cherry Cherie,' leered Terry as he put his arm around her waist and squeezed her right tit. Jenny had managed to gain the attention of Mr 'grey suit' by whispering in his ear: 'I just love the outfit - why don't you have a feel of mine?' His name, he said, was Sebastian and he really didn't want to be here, but Cherie had insisted, arguing that it might spice up their social life. 'She's probably got a point there,' said Jenny, realising that Terry and Mrs 'grey suit' had disappeared towards the private rooms upstairs. Not wanting to be locked into a room with Sebastian until she knew him better, Jenny suggested that he buy her another drink. 'If I'm going to bring this creep to life I'm going to need as much alcohol on board as possible,' she reasoned to herself. 'I wonder how he got past the vetting system?' Sebastian brought her a double vodka on ice back from the bar. 'Doubles eh? Are you trying to get me pissed?' said Jenny. 'Don't answer that question!' she added hastily and led the way to the communal rooms to find a spare mattress. They were in luck. One had just become vacant when they arrived, a big black guy and his ravishingly sexy partner having ended a steamy session in a fountain of jism and juices. 'Watch out for the wet patch!' said Sebastian as he peered uncertainly at the mattress. Jenny threw caution to the wind and pulled Sebastian down to the floor. Sitting astride his chest with her crotchless basque in his face and her head over his flies, she tugged at his zip and, to her surprise pulled out a fully erect cock already dripping with pre-cum which she began licking hungrily, the vodkas having just kicked in. Sebastian groaned but didn't struggle as Jenny expertly rubbed his shaft and licked and sucked at the purple head of his stiffie. Instead, he pulled her pussy lips apart and began to dive his tongue inside her sopping wet snatch. Now it was Jenny's turn to moan as Sebastian combined licking her juices with pushing three fingers inside her gaping cunt which kept flooding as wave after wave of exquisite pleasure coursed through her entire body. 'Shit!' she thought. 'I've got a hot one here!' Moving down his trunk, she placed the end of his cock against her pussy lips and slid down his shaft, squatting over him and riding up and down his quivering cock until both of them came in a shuddering sticky climax. Jenny climbed off Sebastian's now limp dick and looked down at the mess they had made together. 'Sorry about the suit,' she said. 'Never mind, I expect it will clean up OK.' She led the way back to the bar where she spotted one of the men from the bondage room standing on his own nursing a whisky. 'See you later Sebastian,' she called over her shoulder. 'You'll find Cherie upstairs with Terry. He might let you join in if you're very good.' Grabbing the bondage man by the arm she steered him through the crowd until Sebastian had disappeared from view. 'Thanks for that love - he was hard work!' she told her new acquaintance. 'So what's with the feather dusters? Is this a new TV show you're planning? How Clean Is Your Pussy!' Mike, as she discovered his name was, laughed at this. 'No, it's a pretty standard bit of kit in the dungeon rooms at this sort of event,' he said. 'Are you keen to give it a go?' 'Well, perhaps later. I'm meeting my friend there in just over an hour. Perhaps we'll have a go together.' 'I'll look out for you there. That was my wife on there when you were watching earlier - she's obsessed by it. She'd rather be strapped into that machine than sit on any man's cock, including mine!' 'Oh, you poor dear,' said Jenny sympathetically. 'Why don't I show you what you're missing?' With that she took his hand and led him upstairs to one of the private rooms. Quickly putting the 'Do Not Disturb' notice on the door before she got cold feet, Jenny pulled Mike into the dimly-lit room, shut the door and allowed herself be pushed backwards onto the four poster bed, which already had silk straps attached to each of the corner posts. Mike lost no time in attaching the straps to Jenny's wrists and ankles and then produced a blindfold, seemingly from nowhere, which he proceeded to tie around Jenny's head. 'I might have known you'd keep one of those handy,' she said. 'And I thought that posing pouch was all you!' 'Oh yes, it certainly is,' came the reply. 'Right now it's full of hungry cock, just waiting to be stuffed into all your holes you sexy slut!' Jenny felt Mike's hands exploring her body, feeling inside the top of the basque to squeeze her firm young titties, then sucking on her protruding nipples before his fingers first slid inside her pussy and then rimmed her ass hole while he licked the juices gathering in her pussy hair. She pretended to struggle against the straps that bound her to the bed. 'Untie me you beast!' she simpered. 'I don't want you to fuck my pussy, for I am promised to another.' As she wriggled and squirmed as far as her restraints would allow, Mike began licking her pussy with long, lingering strokes, pulling the lips apart and rubbing her clitoris which by now was fully engorged and ready to play. 'Oh,' he said, joining in the role play. 'But you have been a very naughty girl and deserve to be punished. I have a weapon here that I will use to chastise you so prepare yourself for a severe thrashing.' By now Jenny was fully aroused and pushing her pussy into Mike's face, begging him to fill it with his cock. Instead he rubbed it across her face and lips, kneeling astride her breasts which he massaged with his inner thighs as he pushed his erect member into her mouth, causing her to gag as he thrust it down her throat. The action of Mike fucking Jenny's mouth and her struggling to resist being suffocated by his cock caused the bed to rock and shake, but still he forced it in and out of her throat until, just when she thought she would pass out, he suddenly changed tactics and, sliding down her torso, penetrated her wet and eager pussy, causing Jenny to come almost immediately. It was the first of several climaxes she enjoyed while her tormentor continued to push his stiff shaft deep inside her vagina. Then, just as suddenly, he changed tactics again, releasing the straps from her ankles and forcing her legs back over her shoulders before ramming his cock into her exposed ass hole and exploding with come inside her rear entrance. 'Mmm. Cream pie for supper, I think,' he said as she felt his jism ooze slowly out of her ass hole and down her crack. Mike began to lick his own come from around her ass, tonguing the rim and pushing his fingers inside her pussy until she came again. 'Holy shit!' said Jenny as Mike untied her and she pulled off the blindfold. 'Your wife doesn't know what she's missing. Thanks for the ride.' It was almost time to meet up with Megan in the dungeon room and so she followed Mike through to where the cries of pain and pleasure told them that the party was in full swing. Megan was already strapped into one of the machines they had watched Mike and his wife use earlier and was being stroked by two men in masks, armed with the same feathered sticks Mike had used. Her squeals of pleasure matched the howls of pain being uttered by Cherie, who was strapped to some wall bars and being caned by her husband Sebastian, who seemed to be thoroughly enjoying the experience. Mike made his way over to the other side of the room where another contraption stood, tempting the unwary. It looked like a wide couch with four posts, one at each corner. There was a leather pillow at one end and another half way down. Hanging from the posts were some shackles which were attached by a series of pulleys to a windlass. 'Lie on there, face down at the pillow end,' instructed Mike. When Jenny complied he took each of her limbs in turn and placed her wrists and ankles inside the shackles, which locked shut, making escape impossible. The other pillow was then put under her belly, bringing her ass up in the air. 'Do you want the blindfold again, or do you want to see what's coming?' he enquired. 'I'll try it with the blindfold on first,' said Jenny, wondering what to expect next. Mike tied the blindfold around her head once more and began to turn the windlass. This had the effect of stretching Jenny's arms and legs further and further apart and also pulling open her ass cheeks until her crack looked like Grand Canyon. 'God!' said Jenny. 'That hurts.' 'Don't worry,' whispered a familiar voice in her ear. 'This is only the beginning.' 'Sebastian? Is that you? Look, I'm really sorry about the suit . . . . arrgh!' A feeling like a red hot coal on her bare flesh hit Jenny's ass as Sebastian began to cane it, slowly at first, but then with more frequency and vigour. At the same time she felt her hair being pulled back, forcing her head up. Her mouth was forced open and a man's cock was pushed inside it. Jenny knew it couldn't be Sebastian, as he was still thrashing her ass with his cane, so who the fuck was it? Just then she heard a buzzing noise and felt something hard and cold being pushed into her ass hole. It was a vibrator, which sent wave after wave of shivers through her spine, before being withdrawn, only to be pushed inside her gaping cunt and replaced in her ass hole by Sebastian's cock. He had stopped caning her so that he could bugger her instead, pushing his cock in hard and riding her like a bucking bronco, while the other man, who she guessed was probably Mike, finally emptied his load inside her throat, causing her to choke and cough at the same time as Sebastian and the vibrator brought her to a quivering climax for the umpteenth time that day. When her ordeal was over Jenny felt her shackles being released and removed the blindfold, throwing it angrily to the floor. Slowly she got down off the rack and made her way painfully across the room to where Megan had just been released from the swing machine. 'That's it!' said Jenny. 'I've had enough - I'm off!' 'Oh, but Jen, it's only just got started - I really feel up for anything,' said Megan. 'Well, why don't you take yourself over to that infernal contraption over there?' came the reply. 'See if you feel the same way then. Anyway, it's not just this fuck fest that's getting me down, it's the whole Terry thing. He comes back out of the blue and thinks he can just use me as his sex slave all day and night. He drags me along here and disappears with the first bit of skirt to show him her fanny and leaves me to cope with every kind of pervert. I thought swingers' events involved the man you came with keeping an eye on you from close by while you get fucked by as many men as you can take, not just vanishing and leaving you to fight them all off with your arms and legs trussed up like a Christmas turkey!' Megan could see that Jenny was not going to be open to reasoned argument. 'What will you do?' she enquired. 'Where will you go?' 'Oh, I've got somewhere in mind,' winked Jenny. 'And I'll get a cab - I've still got Terry's credit card in my coat pocket!' She kissed Megan lightly on both cheeks and said goodbye. 'Keep in touch,' said Megan. 'What will I tell Alex?' 'Just say that I need to get away for a while and thank him for everything he's done for me,' and to me, she added under breath. Jenny made her way to the exit, collecting her coat from the cloakroom attendant and checking that Terry's card was still in the pocket, which it was. The bouncers were still frisking later-comers and, when they saw Jenny, said they needed to frisk her too, to make sure she wasn't trying to steal any of the fixtures and fittings! 'What? You think I've got one of the wash basins in here?' she said, holding her coat open to reveal the stained and torn outfit underneath. The chief bouncer told her to face the wall with her hands above her head and legs apart. Jenny was too tired and fed up to offer any resistance and squirmed inside as the goon slid his hands inside the basque top and squeezed her titties, before running his fingers up inside her thighs and pushed them inside her still moist pussy. 'Nice,' he said into her ear. 'Fancy coming out the back with me for a quickie up against the wall?' 'No thanks love, I tried that this morning and it did nothing for me,' she replied. 'Anyway, I think I've got gonorrhea, so best you go and wash your hands now - that's if the taps haven't all been stolen!' With that she was gone, out into the cool night air. A cab was waiting and she climbed in, slumping exhausted into the back seat. She gave the driver the address, leaned back and closed her eyes, trying to blot out the images of carnal horror that had filled most of her day. 'You all right love?' queried the genial, middle-aged cabbie, who had been glancing in his mirror to check out his new fare. 'You look shagged out!' 'Something like that,' she said, covering her face with her hands and sobbing quietly. By the time they got to her destination she had composed herself and smiled wanly at the driver as she offered him Terry's card in payment. 'Sorry love, I'm not geared up for plastic. Have this one on the house and go and get you head down.' He winked at her and added: 'I know where to find you if necessary.' She gave the cabbie a quick peck on the cheek and thanked him before turning to enter, for the second time that day, the Red Lion hotel where, much to her surprise, George was still on duty. 'Hello Miss, you've come back then. I told Mr Tony you would, although he was most put out when you waltzed off earlier without saying goodbye.' 'I'm sorry about that, I had some urgent business to take care of, but I'm back now and don't plan on leaving for a long time,' said Jenny. George ushered her through to Tony's private quarters where she found him sitting in the same big leather chair she had been settled into earlier in the day. 'So, that's Mr Tony's chair is it?' she enquired as he looked up to see who was disturbing his sorrowful mood. 'Gosh!' he said, beaming. 'It's you!' And with that he leapt to his feet and crossed the room to gather her into a firm embrace. 'I thought I'd lost you forever,' he said. 'I don't even know your name!' Jenny laughed, realising that no-one had asked her her name this morning and that she had been too upset at first to volunteer the information. 'It's Jenny, she said. 'And I'm sorry for earlier, but I had to sort my life out.' 'Let me look at you,' said Tony, stepping back to survey his lost love. 'I don't know what you're going to think of me,' said Jenny as she slipped her coat off from around her shoulders to reveal the slightly dishevelled, but still incredibly sexy sight beneath. 'Whenever we meet I'm in a state of undress and covered in sticky fingerprints!' 'Did that brute of a husband make you do this?' said Tony angrily. 'I'm going to instruct my lawyers in the morning to get him off your back. You've been separated for more than two years, you shouldn't have to put up with him forcing his way back into your life.' 'Well, that's good to hear,' said Jenny. 'However, the first thing I need you to do for me is to get me out of this ridiculous outfit, wash away my woes in a long hot bath and then . . . ' Tony put his finger gently on her lips. 'Why don't we just take it one step at a time?' he said. 'It's a deal,' said Jenny.
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