The TP Club

[asian cunny]

you fucked up again, Dave!

OOC:
Mr DePlay seems to like the ladies to do his posting for him...LOL. Not that we mind though......... The post underneath was posted by DePlay but put on the boards as a new thread.
AC

IC:

When Cath tells me what the "TP Special Meeting" is all about, I am a bit startled. As a half-dozen thoughts flash in my mind, business experience kicks in, and a devilish smile crosses my face. A quick, edgy comment about Cath's "open-mindnesses" comes out of my mouth, giving me time to process this surprising new piece of information. Then, she shares an incredible secret - she'd like to try such a tryst!

In my world, it is extremely important to appear to be in control of every situation. Over the years, I have been able to develop an instinct, or ability, or reflex - call it what you will - to hear almost anything and show no emotion. It has helped me successfully negotiate huge contracts; it has also helped me win huges sums of money at the poker and baccarat tables. Today, it helps me retain my composure when a stunningly attractive woman shares with me her incredible fantasy.

My mind, however, is spinning. Is this why she's here? Is she really who she says, or an adult actress hired by the club to "play out" this fantasy in front of the club's members? Before I can respond to her statement, a tone sounds, and we are instructed to move back into the main ballroom.

As Cath and I walk toward the room, Thor spots us. "There you are, Cath! I thought I might have lost you!" His grin is genuine, and sincere. An old thought resurfaces - is she here with Thor? Damn, but I hate being this confused, this unsettled! And to have it all caused by a woman I just met, no less ....

Somehow, Thor and Cath have moved ahead of me,and I watch with bemusement as the two of them move into an aisle. Thor graciously lets Cath in before him - or maybe he just appears to be gracious - so that she is between he and another man. I take a seat in the asile, near the real of the room. Soon, pairs of dancers are on the main floor, and I am reminded of similar shows I've seen in the Middle East; the dancing evolves into foreplay, then into sex. A studied eye can see that the dancers are performing by rote. Their actions are sensual, fluid, erotic, even exciting - but careful study of their faces shows that these are motions they have performed countless times before. Still, they are arousing the vast majority of the room's members. I can hear soft gasps, and even some moans, from the room.

I notice Cath looking back at me, and I smile to her, and nod her way. She smiles back, a confident smile, and turns back to the show. The sex is more urgent now. I glance around the room, trying to find the woman in silver. Who is she?? I am so sure I should know her ...

Cath brushes by, glancing at me, and I move quickly - too quickly, I tell myself even as I hurry after her. I catch up to her, reach out and take her elbow between my fingers and thumb. "Cath, please wait. There is something I need to tell you."

"Yes, what is it David?" She looks at me, puzzled.

I take a deep breath, and pray that this doesn't come out the wrong way. "About this - this, well, this whole thing." I wave my hand around the room. "I don't know how I came to be here - luck, I guess. And I'm not completely sure why you are here." I smile, as warmly as I can. "But I do know a couple of things.
OOC:
Mr DePlay seems to like the ladies to do his posting for him...LOL. Not that we mind though......... The post underneath was posted by DePlay but put on the boards as a new thread.
AC

IC:
"First of all, I find you incredibly attractive." I let my hand slide down from her elbow to her hand, and gather it in mine.

"Secondly, I don't know what prompted you to be here tonight, but I'm glad you are. I don't know what else is going to happen here tonight." Another deep breath, and I look up from her hand to her eyes. "But I sure hope that when you leave her tonight, it will be with me." I think about pausing, but plunge ahead.

"And if you do decide to 'go for' your fantasy, and you get a say in who joins you in it - well, I hope you'll think about letting me be a part of it." I cannot believe what I am saying, but I know that I mean it. "And if you decide NOT to do so -" I lift her hand to my mouth, and kiss her hand softly - "I hope I can be part of whatever other fantasies you have. And maybe help me fulfill a couple of my own ..."

[Edited by asian cunny on 09-14-2000 at 04:43 AM]

 

[asian cunny]

Eve

The last show is wrapping up, all of them so erotic that I'm now dripping wet. My nipples are hard as pebbles and straining against the lace of my bra, which chafe and stimulates them as I move, adding stimulation to them. The two men sitting on my left and right are continuously paying attention to me during the show, a stroke here, a caress there, and these also increase my stimulation.

The President, who is leaning against a column steps up on the stage, and says: "Ladies and Gentlemen, I hope you have all enjoyed the show. Refreshments are served in the dining room, the bar is well stocked as usual, and the private rooms are open. Please enjoy yourselves."

Everyone stands up to applaud the dancers, who come back on stage briefly, then disappear from sight as the curtain comes down. People start going for refreshments and drinks, but I feel the need to go to the ladies, and tell my two escorts. I don't see Gary, he must have wandered off for a drink.

I go off on my own, and in the toilet, take off my soaking wet panties and stuff it in the dustbin, as it is too wet to stuff in my purse. Then I powder my nose, put on more lipgloss, and walk out to the main room again.

 

[TPLover]

Mel

"Damn that David--look at him following that Catherine or whatever her name is.

He looks like a puppy who's begging to play." She smiles quietly and murmers to herself "Well, maybe that's just what he is doing--begging to play. I hope she's up to him, as he's one hell of a player, as I recall very well. I'd sure like to get him back into bed again. I don't think he's realized yet who I am; it's been so long since that painful experience we shared. I have a hunch he just put it out of his mind. I know I did, but I sure recognized him in a hurry. Guess I couldn't really ever forget him. My God! What a man he is."

In the meantime, there are certainly enough other interesting men here to take up my time. I still wish somene would tell me what's going on. Three beautiful women and a roomful of handsome, elegant men. As Dreadful Daddy used to say: 'There's a monkey in the woodpile somewhere.' I have no idea where that came from, but the meaning was always clear.

Speaking of elegant men, I wonder what happened to that Thor. Oh, now I see him, over by the post. Hmmm, I think I'll go to the ladies & freshen up, then see what comes naturally."

Mel moves to the ladies room, where she notices Eve tossing her panties into the trash. "Hello, Eve, my name is Mel. I asked someone who you are. I hope you don't mind if I call you Eve? The dancers were exquisite, weren't they? Ummmm, they certainly got my libido going! I surely do wonder what's coming next." Mel and Eve move out of the ladies room.

 

[Thor's Hammer]

Thor - still trying to catch up

Now that the entertainment has "heated" people up, I think I'll stroll down the hall and see what develops. Wandering toward the private rooms, I pick up a fresh glass of Dom, and idly run my fingers over the Baby Grand in the corner...picking out a melody from a Celtic tune.

 

[asian cunny]

Mel seems like a nice lady. We walk out of the ladies together and make small talk. She asks me why there are only so few ladies, four at last count. I look at her and ask: "Who invited you?" wondering if she knows what lies in store. But even if she didn't, her earlier remark makes it seem like she will welcome what's coming.

"I was invited by a man, who passed away some time ago, unfortunately," she says. "So can you tell me what's going on?"

Haltingly I tell her, but her eyes sparkle with interest and mirth. "How wicked!" she exclaims. "I'm sure I will enjoy this night."

 

[Syd]

Amelia Harrington

Occ: Oh I missed the show!

Ic:
Alone on the mirror lined elevator, I press the button for the TP Club on the top floor of this very high rent skyscaper. TP? What does that stand for anyway? I've always associated it with toilet paper. I giggle inwardly as I conjur up the thought of a bunch of stodgy businessmen plotting to toilet paper the neighborhoods of the city.

I check myself one last time in the mirrors. I fluff my long thick strawberry blonde hair, making sure the layers and whisps frame my face just right. Staring into my deep hazel eyes, I think, "nothing is more defeating to one's self esteem than a spouse's infidelity". I take a deep breath and tell myself that I am a strong, beautiful and desireable woman. I run my hands, which are in ivory satin elbow-length gloves, over the dress to smooth it. I love this dress! I always feel so sexy in it! The color reflects off of my eyes and it shows off my perfect hour glass figure; large supple breasts, smooth abdomen, and curvy hips. It's a classic little dress made of emerald green satin with a lace overlay. Off the shoulder it shows my creamy smooth skin and a bit of my deep cleavage. The last time I wore this dress, Victor came up behind me and started placing his magical kisses on my shoulders and neck. We almost didn't make it to the Governor's Ball that night. My matching high heeled sandals show my tone calves and force my butt into a perfect moon. Being on stage and in the public eye, I work hard at keeping my temple in good condition.

The elevator slows. The butterflies in my stomach begin to flutter. I am not sure of what type of party this will be. I do know that I will see some familiar faces; men who travel in the same social circles as my husband. The doors open and I'm not surprised by the richly decorated lobby. As I step off, I take the invitation from my handbag. Being the consumate actress, I am confident that I can gain entrance to the club. I approach the maitre d's desk, but he is not present. I hear the sound of applause emitting from inside. Is it an awards ceremony? The lobby is brightly lit and my eyes can't make out the people inside, as it is very dimly lit. I wait for the maitre d' to return...

 

[Thor's Hammer]

PRESIDENT Thor

Still picking out the haunting Celtic melody, I hear the muted "bong" of the elevator - almost hidden in the background sounds. Glancing toward the lobby and seeing no one, I decide to have a stern meeting with the manager tomorrow. He needs to be reminded that he is not a member - liberal as we are about allowing him to "participate" at times.

Growling to myself, I walk toward the lobby. Just as I approach the door to the women's room it opens..."What is her name...oh, yes Mel and she is with someone's wife - the sexy looking woman with a bit of Asia in her genes."

Pausing, I bow to them both, a European touch that I always thought showed class. As I lift my eyes, they touch each of them as they travel up to their faces. My eyes are like lasers, I've been told - and, at times, seem to be able to strip "covering" away, layer by layer. They both appear flushed, eyes glittering - from the "show" no doubt. We use the entertainment to arouse our guests, break down inhibitions, and allow our special nights to be an unforgettable experience.

 

[Passionnee]

Catherine

As I listen to his word, I can see how nervous he is but also sincere. Oh God I must of shocked him when I told him my fantasy, he obviously didn’t know what this little soiree is all about. I am about to put a finger to his lips, to tell him everything is okay, when his hand leaves my elbow and reaches for my hand.

Holding my hand, the tone of his voice changes and I sense his seriousness. I am speechless for a couple of minutes, letting all of this sink in. My puzzled and worried look is replaced by a big smile, he just made my evening. David kisses my hand like a real gentleman. I look him deeply in the eyes and say “David, I have no clue myself, I was invited by Thor, he is a good friend of mine.” I pause for a moment “He said it would be a great opportunity to meet new people, being the new in town and…” I feel myself blush, “but I honestly have no clue if he has something in mind for me, I guess I am a free agent, since he didn’t introduce me to anyone special.”

He looks at me with a happy smile and still holding my hand in his. I wonder if he realize my nervousness, I always seem in control, an image I have put up, to protect myself from the sharks of the business wold. “Now I have to go powder my nose, and let you enjoy the rest of the show. We don’t want to let people think, that we are not enjoying this erotic entertainment.” As my eyes points to the guess slightly shifting in their seats and letting out soft little moans of excitement. “Now if you will excuse me David.” As I squeeze his hand a little, letting him know I don’t want to let go, but I have to. He nods, and I walk towards the ladies room.

Once inside the ladies room, I take a deep breath. I never thought I would meet such a wonderful man, I really did come here with no expectations, and now he wants us to leave together. And Oh God I do intend to leave this place under his arm, whatever happens. I look in the mirror, and can see that the champagne and David had their effects on me, my cheeks are blushed red. I touch up my lipstick and slightly powder my nose as I keep repeating to myself that everything will be ok. Go out, enjoy yourself, and whatever happens, happens. Just before reaching for the door, I take the barette out of my hair, and let my wavy long blond hair fall free on my shoulder, my fingers playing softly with my golden locks to touch them up.

A last glance in the mirror, I wink to myself and step outside the ladies room. I cross Eve, who seems agitated and blushing as much as I am, I smile at her and continue my walk. The show is obviously over, everyone is talking or going to the bar for drinks. My eyes scan the room, I see Thor by the Baby Grand, is back turned to me, Celtic music playing in the back ground, and David walking towards the bar. I surely need a drink, something to relax me, and most of the men are gathered not too far. I guess the little erotic show made them thirsty, I grin inwardly. Slowly but with confidence I approach the bar.

 

[TPLover]

Mel

As Eve and I leave the ladies room, I chuckle under my breath, "So, That is what all the mystery is about! I had no doubt it was about sex, but this is really going to be fun."

I look around and spot David heading into the bar, Cath right behind. I smile and think, "Goodo for Dear David. He's going to find her a handful. I hope he's prepared to really enjoy himself. I know he's able--after all, we once shared a two-some, even if it was by accident.

But for now, I' think I'll do a little "natural selection" of my own. I have a hunch I'm going to need someone to act as a special protector as this evening moves forward. The way it's set up, things could get out of hand, and while I'm all for TP, I don't intend to be anybody's fucktoy. I'll have an equal part in the goings-on, or none at all.

Let's see, there's Thor over there at the piano. He's certainly an elegant man, and clearly in charge. But I don't know--there's something about him that bothers me. I don't think he's quite as trustworthy as he'd have us think. I sense an underlying layer of unpleasantness. Maybe I'm wrong, but I think I'll take a pass on him for now.

Hmmm, there's a handsome newcomer. Wonder how he got those scars? Intriguing. I think I'll mosey over and introduce myself."

Mel strolls seductively over to the man disguised as Dr. Glass. "Hello, are you new here, too? I'm Mel, and would love it if you would escort me into the bar for a drink. I'm sorry you missed the show. It was, ummm, illuminating. And, your name is...?"

 

[willywanker]

After the show, Eve excused herself to go to the ladies room. I turn to my buddy Gary and asked if the show was different than he had expected. He was grinning like a 12 year old boy with his first Playboy. "Did you see the way those ladies let all those guys fuck them?" he asked. Laughing at him to myself, I answered, "Yes Gary, I did but what I need to know before this night goes much further is how you would feel if the lady we were watching was Eve, and how you would feel if one of the men fucking her were me?" Garys grin started to fade and then came back full force. "And I can watch or join in, right?" "Sure Gary, and if you think things are getting out of hand, you can leave at any time." Gary thought very briefly and then said "Count me in, if Eve is."

I looked up to see Eve returning with another older but still lovely and sexy woman with her. I picked up my drink and said to my guest, "Would you like to see some of the rooms you haven't seen yet" and couldn't keep the smirk from the corners of my mouth. Eve saw it right away and with a smirk of her own repied that after the last show, she was ready for almost any thing. That remark seemed to draw a crowd quickly and her new friend quickly added that she was in too. I lead the way down the hall, heading for the room with the love swing, one of my personal favorites.
Looking back, it seems like half the crowd is going with us. Well, the more the merrier. Need at least three men for every woman if this works right. Smiling, I head on down the hall.

 

[FlamingoBlue]

I got up out of the chair and looked in the mirror. Staring back at me was a rugged looking stranger, with features similar to my own, but with an edge of violence that almost frightened me. Jon looked at me and smiled. "So, what do you think?", he said. I smiled at him and began to laugh. "You know,Jon, my own mother would never recognize me."

I left Jon's salon and caught a cab to the Hedon Building. It was later than I had hoped to arrive, but, as I recalled from sessions with patients, these affairs lasted into the early morning hours. I got to the bulding, paid the cabby and walked through the entry way towards the guard's station.
The building had a spectactular foyer.
I could only imaginine what the TP Club looked like.

As I walked towards the guard, I noticed that I was the only other person in the lobby. "Would you please notify Mr. Bishop that Dr. Glass is here", I said to the guard. He picked up the phone and made a quick call and then told me that Mr. Bishop would be right down.

A few moments later, a short, stocky, well dressed man in his late 40's, stepped out of the elevator. He walked up to me, extended his hand and winked at me. "Ah, Dr. Glass, I am so pleased that you could join us." I shook his hand. It was soft and dry and had no authority behind it. His eyes, however, glowed with a malevolence that I had seldom seen. This was one angry sonofabitch!

As we rode up the elevator he removed a photograph from his inside jacket pocket and he looked at it and then at me and then at the photo. The only thing he said was "Amazing." He then began to describe what I could expect that evening and what had transpired earlier. He described a very sexually explicit dance performance and a very receptive audience of 5 women and 14 men. I was to be the 15th gentleman.
"I like your tan", he said. Been on vacation?" "No, I replied. The salon."

He began to tell me the details of the evening ahead and I assurred him that I already knew what to expect. The elevator stopped, the doors opened and we walked out onto a marble floor covered with beautiful oriental rugs. I looked around and saw several of my patients. One of them approached me and held her hand out to me. I waited to hear what she had to say and wondered if she recognized me.

 

[FlamingoBlue]

This is blue asking for help, please.

Its bad enough that I type with 2 fingers, but when I run accross stuff like IC and OCC, I am really lost. What do those terms mean AND are there any others that may pop up that you can tell me about? Remember, in real life, I'm just a simple country lawyer.

Thanks,

blue

 

[Passionnee]

OOC : Hello Flamingo, OOC means out of context, and IC means In context. Hope this helps you out.

 

[Syd]

Amelia Harrington

The maitre d' approaches me, "please forgive the wait, I was escorting someone to his table", he says with a pleasant smile. I notice women coming from the ladies room on their way back to the main room of the club. We politley smile to each other as they pass by me.

I extend the invitation to the maitre d' and he says, "I won't need that Mrs. Harrington, please, follow me"...

As we enter the main room, he says, "you know Mrs. Harrington, I've been a big fan of your's for years now!"

So that's how he knew who I was...of course. I suppose I will be recognized by a few people here, but I know I won't be bothered by star struck fans wanting autographs.

"Has Mr. Harrington arrived?", I inquire.

"No m'am, not yet."

Not yet? Very intersesting...so he WILL be here. The maitre d' escorts me to a nice little table in the bar area.

"This is a favorite table of Mr. Harrington's" he says and pulls out my chair for me as I sit.

"Thank you. When you see Mr. Harrington, please don't tell him I am here...I'd like to surprise him." Surprise is an understatement...

"Very well, m'am. My name is Mr. Bishop. If you should need ANYTHING don't hesitate to ask", he says with a very big grin, as almost to imply something.

A waiter offers me champagne. As it is a favorite of mine, I accept the offer gladly. I'm in the mood to get a buzz on. Liquid courage! "Don't wander too far", I say with a gleaming smile.

I look around and see a rather pleasant crowd. I notice that seats are set up before the stage. I wonder what I missed? Maybe there will be more later....

Not one to sit for long, I decide to stroll around the room. I approach a group of people standing in a circle. Oh god, it's that unbearably boring Cal Williams. "Amelia!!" he howls to me. The group turns to me and I turn on the charm. The usual kisses and comliments are passed. Sipping my champagane, I glance around the room, hoping for a rescue...

 

[TPLover]

Mel

Upon my second glance at this rugged, handsome man I was introducing myself to, I had a fleeting thought that I knew him from somewhere. However, I quickly put the idea out of my mind. What matter, anyway? After all, this party is for friends and foe alike from all appearances.

I was delighted when he introduced himself as Dr. Eric Glass and seemed pleased to acquiesce to my invitation to escort me into the bar. "Everybody here has a story", I thought. "I wonder what his will be, and if I will get to hear it."

I decided to behave (at least at first) as a well-trained lady, so I began asking him the polite questions about himself that always please males. He didn't look all that pleased, however. His responses were somewhat curt, as he began to ask me about myself.

 

[Syd]

OCC:

NOW....if there is a passionate, well-spoken and SEXY man reading this and would love to join, I'm still in need of a Victor Harrington!!

PS. Where is that catlover???

Syd

 

[catlover]

after the show ended i just sat there awestruck- wandered over to the bar - stood there with my glass of chardonney and watched Eve go down the hall toward the ladies room- what a sight she is from behind and what id give to have my arms around her right now. I went over to chat with Gary and tell him what a lovely wife he had and how much i look forward to getting to know both of them much much better. we both were pretty overwhelmed by the whole scene and made a bet on which man would be her first tonight. we sort of wandered down the hall to look at the special meeting rooms and a lot of the group seemed to be doing the same thing - then we saw Eve and the other lady walking out of the ladies room and sort of roamed over that way to see what would happen next.

[Edited by catlover on 09-15-2000 at 08:58 AM]

 

[Thor's Hammer]

the rooms (Thor's description)

OOC:

Room #1: Already described, one of those "swings" attached to the ceiling.

Room #2: Huge room, floor covered with soft cushions, mirrors on the walls and ceiling.

Room #3: Tiled, focal point is a huge Jacuzzi, suitable for up to 8 people.

Room #4: The voyeurs room, with cameras that project the other rooms on big screen TV's. The room also has large sofas.

Room #5: The obligatory bondage room. Chains, silken ropes, and all the BDSM toys.

Room #6: The replay room. Many sofas, big screen TV's, and an indexed file of highlights (or lowlights) of previous special TP nights.

That should be enough. Goooooooooooooo for it!

 

[Syd]

Amelia Harrington

"Ames, baby, you look so hot tonight!", Cal whispers in my ear. His hand runs up and down my back. "I had no idea you were into TP. Vic said you were too proper a lady to enjoy these evenings", he adds, as his hand slips down to my ass.

Without moving, I say under my breath so only he can hear me, "Cal....TP? What are you talking about and what the hell do you think you're doing?". I maintain my smile.

"Oh baby...didn't Vic tell you? This is a special night tonight. We have one a month. Oh, Amelia...I am sorry".

"Sorry for what, Cal? Don't hold back now..." Almost afraid of the answer.

"Mmmm.." he says as his hand finds my neck. TP means triple penetration...in a sexual manner, that is."

My eyes almost pop out of my head. I finish my champs in one gulp. "Cal...get your hands off of me".

"Ames..." He calls after me as I head straight for the bar.

"Bartender...may have a glass of champagne please?" That bastard!! He's been coming here and having sex with different people? Well...two can play at that game!

 

[NomDePlay]

the posting-challenged DePlay tries again ...

As Cath walks to the ladies', I allow a moment to enjoy the kind of feeling reserved usually for small children and Christmas morning. I don't stop to think about it ... I just enjoy it. I make my way toward the bar, dividing my attention between the disappearing Cath and the ending floor show. Thor stands, announces that the "special rooms" are open, and people begin to rise and scatter.

Arriving at the bar, I order another drink, sit back to see what is going on in the club. There it seems that there are only three women in the club right now: Cath, the asian beauty in the red dress, and the honey blonde in the silver and gold dress. Well, what they lack in quantity they certainly make up for in quality! There's at least a dozen guys here, which means that in all probability Cath will have her fantasy tonight - if that is what she wants. It dawns on me that I have promised to suppor that fantasy just a few moments ago.

Well, I say to myself, sipping my drink, what's important is that there will be something after this room. Given the circumstances, the best thing to do is to let what happens happen. Lord knows I've not exactly been a saint my entire life; there were so many drunken, debaucherous nights after what happened in Tel Aviv ... I smack almost violently at that thought, driving back into my mind. No - I will most definatly NOT go back there again.

I look for Cath, and see the other two ladies coming from the same place. They certainly are spendid looking women ... in the back of my mind I allow for the possiblity that maybe at some point in the night I might find myself alone ... I chuckle, finish my drink and wave for another one.

A voice half-shouts "Amelia!". As I turn to see the source of the noise, the honey blonde is making contact with a guy who looks to have just arrived ... and the asian is being courted by two gentlemen - and both are being watched by every guy in the place. I catch the source of the noise - a dour, older-looking guy who is waving enthusatically at a woman. I chuckle to myself - no one that beautiful would be interested in him! I do a double take - and realize that the woman is Amelia Harrington, the actress. I've seen her work in London and on Broadway ... in fact, I recall reading on the plane she's working on a new show here in the States. Wow, I think to myself, she's here for THIS?

"Already wondering what to do with you free time?" Cath's voice wispers in my ear. I can hear the humor in her tone, and i smile to myself. I turn, and before she can pull back quickly kiss her lips.

"Guilty, as charged." I say, lingering just close enough for her to return the kiss if she wishes. "I had been considering trying to rescue the actress from the dull looking gent over there if you weren't back in two more seconds. But since you're here, maybe we should figure out how we are going to deal with the rest of tonight."

Cath sits, and I motion the bartender for a flute of champagne. We sit and stare at each other, wry smiles on our faces. I see Thor in the distance, by the piano, and figure that I better find out how we are going to play this evening before he sees Cath and comes over to ask her if she'd like to see the facilities.

"So," I say, as Cath's drink arrives. "How do we handle the next several hours, eh?" I lift my glass to her, draw a slow sip of the smoky single malt, and look at her. "I leave the rules completely to you. After all, you shall draw FAR more attention than I ..."

 

[FlamingoBlue]

She started to talk to me about football. I hate football. As a mattere of fact, I can't think of anything more boring than organized sports. So I switched gears and asked her to talk about herself- as if I needed to know anything.

It as almost too easy. " So, do you have a current lover?", I asked. She almost choked on her drink. When she recovered she looked at me and said "No, he just died. I haven't been able to deal with it very well because we were had just made plans to marry but hadn't announced them to anyone. As a matter of fact, I am in therapy with Dr. Daniel Silver to help deal with the loss. You remind me of him."

I looked at her, took her hands in mine and said " I am so very sorry to hear of your loss. Maybe I can help you tonight. I am a psychiatrist and grief therapy is one of my specialties."

Mel looked absolutely exquisite, especially now that she was acting in a softer, more gentle mode than normal. One of the things we were working on together had been her inability to be soft with men. Her father had sexually abused her for years and she mistrusted most men. That was why her relationship with Mr. Deplay was so special to her. She had been able to relate to him, emotionally, because he was kind and gentle, unlike most men who have attained financial achievement. So I asked her if I could hug her and she said "Yes".

We hugged There was a lot of feeling there, and then I ended it. She was surprised when we broke our embrace.
" I can't believe you care", she said.
And I did care. As a matter of fact my penis seemed to care, too. As we broke our embrace, I felt its hardness along my leg and noticed that Mel was focusing her attention on the bulge in my pants.

We moved over to a sofa in the far corner of the room and....

[Edited by FlamingoBlue on 09-15-2000 at 03:31 PM]

 

[TPLover]

Mel

With a wicked grin, Mel slowly let her eyes move up, then down over the body of this gorgeous man who claimed to be a psychiatrist. "Perhaps he is," she thinks, "no matter, I can overlook that." To Eric, she slyly says, "I suspect I may be able to be of more help to you, at least for now. Have you seen the private rooms? Have you been here before, or is that an improper question? This is my first time, and I'd really like that drink--maybe two, just to relax a little, then perhaps we can "tour" a private room or two? Or, did you have some other ideas? I'm certainly open to ummmmm suggestions."

 

[FlamingoBlue]

As we moved towards a sofa, Mel suggested that perhaps a hot tub would be more comfortable. Mr. bishop was standing in the hallway and I asked him if there was a hot tub on the premises. He took Mel's arm and graciously escorted her towards Room #3 It was filled with flowers and humidity. The tub and the walls was beautifully tiled. Mel and I were the only ones present.

Mr. Bishop snapped his fingers and a barman approached with iced martinis.
A beautiful woman led Mel off behind a Japanese screen and another led me off into a dressing room. She took my drink and my clothing from me and handed me back my drink, I walked back out to the tub. Mel was already seated in it . I joined her and she reached towards me with her free hand and pulled my face to hers. And we kissed!!

[Edited by FlamingoBlue on 09-15-2000 at 07:34 PM]

 

[TPLover]

Mel

OOC: Ahh, Blue, I'm sorry. Not that--not a wife! Oh God, please forgive me. I was just horny, that's all, when I saw that bulge and when I'm horny, I get a little impatient. Forgive me? Ummmm? Enjoy your dinner, then everybody in the pool!

IC: I decided to get this ball rolling. Eric seemed like he was ready for love, and lord knows I was. I leaned over and kissed him. A long one, one of the best, because he didn't hesitate to kiss me back. His mouth moved over mine and our tongues moved around each other as if we had been kissing for years. Oh, I was so ready for him already. If he only knew how hot I have been several times tonight, and how hard it's been to play the cool one with him. Enough of this damn cool stuff. I'm ready. This guy may turn out to be better than David after all.

That incredible kiss had to lead to something more, and I slowly moved my hand to Eric's thigh, gently caressing it with my fingernails. As my fingertips moved higher up his leg, he began to....

 

[Syd]

Occ:

Watch out for your make up in that hot tub, Doctor...lol!