Part 16
The following narrative is that of a retired Starfleet commander. Though many of the narrated details did actually occur all names are fictitious and locales and dates are changed to prevent individual identification.
Janet’s freedom from her collar was a major life change. She was no longer forced to prostitute herself but found herself at a turning point in her life. Additionally she had to recognize her feelings toward Joe.
At Janet’s apartment, they dropped off their baggage and at Janet’s suggestion went out to a local restaurant for their supper. Talking and relaxing with a glass of wine after their supper, Joe asked if she would join him the following weekend. Though she wanted to scream she would follow him to hell she managed to calmly arrange that she would drive down Friday and stay with him until Monday.
Returning to her apartment, she cajoled Joe into undressing for her. She commenced to give him an extraordinary blowjob that took nearly half an hour of slow torturous pleasure. Joe was worn out and fell asleep. Janet undressed and curled up next to him thinking of the pleasure of having him for another weekend.
The morning started with her communicator chiming. It was Naz Santoro with Stan and coffee and Danish. She readily admitted them and Naz confirmed that he and Stan were the “muscle” that Steve had promised. Naz asked Joe, “Are you the guy that figured out what her collar was?”
When Joe admitted he assumed the purpose of the collar, Naz told him anytime he wanted anything in this state he was to mention he was a friend to Naz. Essentially he was free to do anything in the area short of a public felony and be blameless. We spent a couple of hours chatting over coffee before my communicator announced Jerry was coming in.
Jerry saw my collar was missing right away. He started toward me, cursing, “You bitch. Where’s your collar?”
My fist came flying over my shoulder gaining power from four years of frustration and all my body weight. It got him square on his nose. He went down without a sound. I wanted to cheer but the pain in my hand was terrible. I turned to Joe. He looked at my hand and said, “She’s got a broken finger. She’s going to need a doctor.”
Naz took over instructing Stan to stuff Jerry in the vehicle trunk. We all went out together to drive to the hospital. Naz phoned ahead so the emergency room staff were prepared for us. I was taken for x-rays accompanied by a specialist. He read the x-rays immediately and we went to where my hand could be fitted with a cast. Joe joined us there just as I was getting a shot for the pain. Joe held me and talked me down as the shot hit. I knew I was getting loopy when I told him I loved him and then I was off in la-la land. I was barely conscious as we left the hospital. Stan carried me up to my apartment and Joe put me to bed. Joe administered my pain medication through the night but just having him near was the best for me.
The next morning Stan returned to take Joe to the airport. I kissed him goodbye at security and reminded him I would see him on Friday.
Stan told me Naz had suggested I might care to see what happened to Jerry. I agreed to go and Stan drove me to a night club. Stan explained it was a gay bar but there shouldn’t be anyone around at this time of day. He guided me inside to a men’s restroom. Inside Jerry was naked on his knees and wearing a collar attached to a chain that had the other end wrapped around a toilet bowl. He looked miserable and dirty. Stan explained any club patrons were allowed to do anything they wanted with him and he had probably been sodomized many times. He started pleading for help from me. I asked Stan. “Could you do me a favor please.”
“Sure.”
“Kick him in the balls.”
The force of Stan’s kick lifted Jerry screaming off the floor. The scream stopped when his face went in the toilet.
Stan drove me back to my apartment. On the drive he explained that Jerry was being sent on to another city where Naz had arranged for him to be “employed” in a gay night club. He would be expected to serve any and all clientele to the best of his ability. He would be apprised that he would remain in that position for the rest of his life. Considering what he had done to me, I couldn’t have any sympathy for him and felt he well deserved his fate.
By the next evening I was pretty well free of pain though I still had to have a cast. I arrived at the club a little ahead of time. Everything was going smoothly. When Naz sat back to take a break I got up on my knees straddling his legs. I took his hands and held them over my boobs. “Naz, I know I have very little I can offer you, but I’m so grateful for all you’ve done for me. I want you to know I would give anything I have as thanks to you.”
He responded that he had done almost nothing for me. He turned his hands to hold mine and gave my shoulder a pat. I had to accept that as a dismissal. I leaned forward and gave him a kiss on the cheek and got back on my feet.
Naz didn’t play the next couple of hands at all well. Finally he announced he was leaving early. When he left none of the others wanted to continue. I stayed just long enough to clean up and I made an early night of it.
The next day, about midmorning I received a call from Naz’s wife, Elaine. She invited me to join her for lunch at the classiest hotel in town. I suspected I might be in trouble for my previous night’s actions but I accepted anyway. Entering the hotel lobby I was greeted by the concierge who was expecting me and escorted me to the elevator up to the restaurant where I was passed on to the head waiter. He in turn escorted me to the highest point in the restaurant to where Ms. Santoro was seated.
She greeted me warmly and insisted I call her Elaine. I was invited to share the wine she had ordered. I was pleasantly surprised that the wine was so delicious until I spotted the label showing it was about the most expensive wine available. Elaine suggested I might like a specialty dish and I agreed to try it. She lifted her finger and almost immediately a waiter was at her side. She ordered for both of us and the waiter hurried away.
I remarked, “The service here seems quick and attentive.”
“Oh, it helps to be the owner. Naz put this hotel in my name. I hired the chef myself. He’ll be along to see that we appreciated his meal.”
“It must be nice to be pampered so. Do you dine here regularly?”
“Not too much. Today I wanted to impress you.”
“Why me?”
“Because last night you impressed Naz with a lap dance and I wanted to hear the particulars of that from you. Would you mind telling me just what you did?”
I related what I had done and said.
“So you were offering your body?”
“Yes and no. I was really just trying to impress him with how grateful I was that he helped release me from slavery. I had been forced to wear a collar that could give me terrible pain for almost four years until I was freed from it just a few weeks ago. I would do anything for him just to show my gratitude. I suspect he doesn’t really think of me as a desirable woman but more like one of the guys at the poker game. I pad around all evening dressed in filmy gauze harem pants and a top with nothing else but sheer bra and panties and never get any more than a pat on my butt.”
“That sounds like they don’t think of you as a woman.”
“I don’t know that it’s that so much as they watch each other looking for signs of what they hold in their hands. They get super intense watching each other for the least clue of what they draw. Plus I think the others regard me as Mr. Santoro’s personal property. They can joke with me and kid me but it’s limited.”
“I can understand that. I’ve seen men change drastically when they find out I’m Naz’s wife.”
“Yeh, one minute they’re trying to see down your top and the next they’re ready to lick your boots.”
“I much prefer what you did to Naz last night. You know he came home early. I was enjoying a nice comfortable bubble bath. He stepped in the tub fully dressed and picked me up in his arms. All I could think at first was he was wearing 3000 credits of shoes and his suit. He carried me out to the bedroom and laid me on the bed. He stripped and I knew he was ready for me. He got in the bed with me and started kissing and touching me. It only took a few minutes for me to be ready for him. He just kept on using his hands and mouth on me. I desperately wanted him to take me but I didn’t want him to stop fondling me. I was in heaven wondering how long I could last. I haven’t had loving like that since my honeymoon. It’s not that Naz hasn’t been attentive to me but last night was ultra special. I hoped you had some magic you could share with me.”
“I really don’t think there’s anything special about me or what I did. I really just wanted to impress him of how grateful I was.”
“You mentioned you wore a harem outfit.”
“But I dress like that every week. I don’t think any of the guys even notice what I wear.”
“I can’t help but think anything might help. Would you mind going out to the club with me after lunch?”
“Of course I’ll go.”
We chatted through lunch. The meal was spectacular and Elaine had to compliment the chef when he came by. We polished off the wine and when Elaine called for her limo I was quite ready to leave the driving to someone else. The club wasn’t open when we arrived but Clint was there to let us in. Elaine asked him to show us to the dressing room. She was awed that all the female club staff wore essentially the same harem outfit in so many colors. She asked Clint if anyone would miss them if she took a couple. She had decided on one set of white and another in black. She swore Clint to secrecy.
Back in the limo on the way to drop me off, Elaine asked about what I did for Naz on game nights. I explained how I handled his drinks and cigars. She thought that after dinner and when the children were down for the night, perhaps she might surprise Naz with some entertaining service. She just had to decide between white and black.
I was dropped off at my apartment and I wished her luck. Now all I had to do was wait impatiently to join Joe the next day and I would have all the luck I needed.
03.12.15
story continues in An Ensign's Fantasies 17
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