Cuffed - Ch. 3, Jewels and Jails

Afterwards, she found herself dwelling on the experience, returning to it again and again, over the next few days, reliving the blinding sensual intensity, and the feelings of deep abject surrender and submission.

In hindsight, she found herself a bit shocked and disturbed by her own recklessness, the danger she’d put herself in, the risk she’d taken. What if there’d been two of them? What if he’d been rough? What if he had a disease? A complete stranger had walked into her home and slid his cock up inside her. She had no idea who.

She found herself being very careful to lock her doors, being extra attentive in her comings and goings. But nothing happened, no one seemed to be watching her, or stalking her. Slowly she relaxed.

In one sense, that was exciting, the notion of stranger sex was primal and exciting. But it was also disquieting. The intensity of her self abandonment shocked her. She wondered if she was truly submissive, or perhaps as to the degree of her submissiveness.

Now, with some distance, with her self possession, she could regard the event with some degree of clinical reflection, the nature of her feelings, their depth and intensity had been a product of the circumstances, and not truly innate. She did not crave slavery, certainly many of the inherent tropes of sadism and masochism left her indifferent. Her responses had been genuine, but not the core of who she was.

Still, she decided, she needed to manage her risk better. No more fucking pizza boys in her own home. At least, not while blindfolded. It had gone well both times, gone spectacularly the second, but she was well aware of the fears she’d experienced, and of the genuine risk.

Sometimes, working without a net, you simply crash.

She chose not to tell Josh about this second encounter, partly out of the twinge of guilt she’d felt about him as a result of the first encounter, partly fearing his disapproval. But mainly wanting to selfishly treasure the adventure and keep it to herself, sharing, disclosing it would make it less hers in some way.

There was one thing from the encounter, that she did disclose to Josh in her bedroom games. On reflection, the thought that there could have been two of them became tremendously exciting. It wasn’t that she had never thought of or masturbated to the idea of a threesome or foursome before.

But while it was happening, the thought that there could be two of them, that they would collaborate, take turns using her, was exciting. There had been so much going on, and the real experiences had been so intense, this idea had occupied little space in the swirl of terrors and cravings.

But now that it was over and she had distance, the idea took on a new intensity. It was the unturned stone of the encounter, the thing that hadn’t been, and therefore intriguing in its mystery.

So she talked about it now and then, without revealing why she talked about it. Sometimes, during sex with Josh she voiced fantasies of them being watched, sometimes spied upon unaware, sometimes deliberately performing to some audience. She talked about other men joining them, or having her in succession. Sometimes, she even pointed out someone on television or walking down the street, a flickering fantasy “If he was available...”

Despite this, their trysts remained exclusive.

Talking about it was one thing, doing it was another. The one genuine suggestion from Josh, bringing in the Pizza guy, that faceless, nameless stranger or strangers, that suggestion she shut down hard and immediately. He was a little confused, but didn’t press it.

She liked that about him. If she said something, he simply accepted it. No questions.

Apart from that, her fantasies and scenarios continued, the encounters with Josh remained steady but unpredictable and intense, like two random orbits intersecting. She remained thrilled with her sex life, more vivid and satisfying than she could have imagined.

Her regular life continued normally, except, of course, when stray thoughts or random images or some passing comment triggered a flush of arousal. But she loved those, it made her feel alive and vital. She was confident that barring a few odd trips to the bathroom, which she tried to keep to a minimum, no one noticed anything out of the ordinary.

But the truth was that it was noticed, she had more verve, more confidence. She strode rather than walked, her smile had flash. She was more open with her opinions, her wit quicker, but without harshness. The people around her found more cheerful, more vivacious and energetic. She had a zest for life. They wondered if she’d found a lover, even as she parried discrete inquiries.

There was Josh of course, athletic, able and substantially younger. If her peers had known, they would have chalked it up to the liaison, even while disapproving of the relationship.

But Josh was just a small part of what was going on with her. The truth was that somehow with this sexual exploration, she felt more like herself, more fully complete than she’d ever had before, and it gifted her with the confidence to sail through her days.

The truth was, that her life was simply better. Even when she was consumed by her newfound sexuality, she was happier, more satisfied. She felt like herself, more herself than she’d ever felt. It felt like she’d finally gotten being herself right.

So of course, she wanted more. She made out with Josh in her car in a semi-public location. He fingered her to orgasm, and she masturbated him. The awkward interior and bucket seats making anything more too awkward to attempt.

She dressed more sharply, particularly away from work. Tighter fitting clothes, shorter skirts with slits, heels, plunging necklines. For the first time in her life, she paid attention to men and even women noticing her, seeing her as a sexual being, and it made her glow.

This sexual awareness, this sexual expression slipped into her taste. When she shopped, she found herself attracted to mirrored chrome, to curves. She found she loved bold colours, strong but subtle contrasts. Minor items of furniture were discarded, replaced by a new and bolder sensibility. Her taste in clothes and make up shifted, though not dramatically. It was definitely changing, masked by the fact that she retained much of her old wardrobe. Even if she used that older wardrobe less.

To the outside world, she was just somehow, indefinably bolder and more striking. But not in any overt way you could put your finger on.

The real changes weren’t visible to outsiders. Her underwear had transformed completely, old panties and bras, all but discarded. Now it was colours and fabrics, there were corsets and bustiers, garter belts. Some of it was uncomfortable, to be worn alone at home. An awareness of comfort drove her to search out more expensive bras that fit comfortably. No one, except Josh, saw her underwear, it was all for her, a secret self expression that made her smile.

Ropes and cuffs hung from the four poster bed, and a growing assortment of toys occupied a drawer not to it. Additional sets of cuffs, both chrome and velcro, along with a few condoms, were tucked in a box in the credenza's drawer.

The apartment sparkled for her. She’d fucked or masturbated in literally every room, on or with every piece of furniture and fixture. She’d posed and explored in front of every mirror.

But her true sexual odyssey was in her own mind, a revelation of herself as a dynamic sexual being, and an endless flood of fantasies, scenarios and images.

“You know what would be hot,” she whispered one night, in the middle of sex, as she raked fingernails down his back, feeling him thrusting deep inside her. “Getting arrested.”

“Arrested?” Josh asked. He was used to these sudden strange eruptions of fantasy from her. Some were volcanic, mind blowing, a series of words that made him rigid as a steel bar. Others were entirely bemusing, the product of strange processes he could not follow. It didn’t really matter, mostly they came to nothing, spinning out in the air and evaporating away before the tangible intensity of actual fucking and playing.

Whatever they were, he went along with them, it excited her to talk about her fantasies, and her excitement and enthusiasm was captivating, part of the wellspring of sexual energy he rode.

“Not arrested for real,” she whispered, her legs wrapped around his hips, pulling him deeper. “Play arresting. Like you could arrest me at the mall.”

“For shoplifting?”

“No. Something good. I could be an international jewel thief or something. You could stop me, arrest me as I was setting up a job.”

“Uh huh?”

“You could take me to the security office, where I’d seduce you into letting me go.”

“I could handcuff you right there in the store,” Josh whispered back. He’d come to know some of her fetishes. “Perp walk you through the mall, right in front of everyone. They’d be looking at you, wondering what you’d done.”

“Oh yes!” she cried out with sudden enthusiasm, rocking her hips hard against him. Josh could feel her sparking, some image or idea lifting her up, sending her hurtling to orgasm. He picked up his pace, thrusting harder and faster, matching her building urgency.

He looked down, she was luminous.

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A week later, she was examining jewelry at the mall, her hair meticulously coiffed, her make-up perfect, dressed expensively and elegantly, browsing among different pieces.

The sales girl, Helen, graciously removed utterly expensive rings and broaches and necklaces from locked display cases, and together they discussed the merits of different pieces.

She’d been there half an hour, enjoying herself thoroughly, when Josh walked in.

“Hands in the air,” he barked harshly. “You’re under arrest.”

Helen was shocked, eyes wide, mouth gaping like a fish. She put down the amethyst broach Helen had been showing her, turned to Josh, radiating confused innocence, and perhaps, a hint of malicious confidence.

“Excuse me,” she asked.

“Put down the broach,” Josh ordered. “I’m serious.”

“What’s going on,” Helen asked, her voice trembling on the edge of panic.

She put down the broach, standing up to face him. Josh stepped forward, seizing her wrist, he slapped a cuff on.

“Hey!” she protested, outraged.

Josh turned her around, drawing her hands behind her back, cuffing her other wrist.

“Wait! What? What’s the meaning of this,” she snapped, outraged. “Take these things off. What the hell are you doing? Who’s your boss? I’ll have you fired. Let go!”

“I said you were under arrest,” he told her. “There are warrants for you.”

The sales girl stared wide eyed.

“She... she wasn’t doing anything,” the girl protested. The store manager, an older, slender woman was coming over, along with another sales girl.

“Helen,” she called struggling with her cuffs. “Call the police. I’m being assaulted by this security guard. False arrest. I’ll sue the entire mall.”

“What’s going on,” the store manager demanded.

“I was showing Amy... Ms Cohen, some pieces and this Mall security guy walked in and arrested her.”

“I’m a customer!” she snarled. “These cuffs hurt, loosen them! I’m going to sue.”

“Are you sure there isn’t some mistake?” the store manager asked. Her name tag read ‘Eleanor.’

“Amy Cohen,” Josh said. “Stephanie Del Mar. Victoria Santorini. Magdalene Pollard. Sylvia St. James.”

She seemed to deflate in front of the uncomprehending sales staff, going passive in the cuffs, defeated. Her head slumped.

Josh spoke the sales staff. “She’s got warrants out right across the country. High end professional thief. She was casing you. Those are her aliases.”

At that moment, she lifted her head, looking directly at the Jewelry sales women. Her eyes narrowed, her features set in feral cunning. She chuckled, a low evil sound.

“He missed a few.”

Unconsciously, the three women behind the sales counter seemed to turn pale. They took an involuntary step back, as if she’d turned into a cobra in front of them. Their reaction thrilled her. She’d never in her life felt so poised, so powerful.

“You have nothing,” she told Josh, giving him a contemptuous side eye. “I’ll be free before you finish your paperwork.”

“Not this time,” Josh said righteously.

“Big talk little man,” she sneered, and then pretended to look him over. “Not so little though, are you. Tell me does the length match the height.”

The sales women watched this exchange wide eyed, like three deer caught in headlights. She smiled at them.

“Ladies, my apologies for this interruption. It seems that the law here is a little bit faster than I thought. And we were having such a good time. You were so... easy. I was really looking forward to picking up a few things.”

She glanced at Josh mockingly. Her voice turned sarcastic.

“Which reminds me, I have to ask. Are you fast in other ways? That might be disappointing, a strapping young thing like you. Tell you what, let’s call this a misunderstanding, take these cuffs off, let me go, and I’ll just disappear. No harm done... yet.”

“The cuffs stay on,” Josh told her. “We have you dead to rights. This time, whatever your name is, you’re going down. I’ll make sure of it.”

She sneered, her voice laden with contempt. “You’re not the first lawman to say that.”

“This time...”

“We’ll see.”

Josh took her by the shoulders, turning her away. He glanced at the sales staff.

“Ladies, thank you for your cooperation. I would suggest you conduct an immediate audit of your inventory, just in case. I think we caught her in time, but...”

She turned to look at them. “Oh yes,” she said her voice dripping with sarcasm. “Please do. An inventory will make it easier for me to decide what I want. Helen, Eleanor, I am so sorry that we were interrupted, it was going so well. But don’t worry, I’ll be back. You’ll see me again.”

She winked. They looked terrified.

“Or may you won’t.” She grinned at them. “But regardless, I always finish what I started.”

She clicked her tongue.

“That’s enough,” Josh told her, as he marched her out of the store.

“Where are you taking me?” she demanded angrily, as they exited the store. Inside, she was walking on air, giddy with elation. This was perfect!

“Security office,” he said loudly. “It’s on the other side of the mall, lower level, we’ll have to pass through the food court. Once we get there, I’ll process you and hand you over to the police. I’ll warn you, don’t make a scene or try anything funny.”

She scoffed, dismissively.

Actually, the security office was straight downstairs, in the basement, literally off the fire stairs, next to the jewelry store. But this way, she’d be marched, an exquisitely elegant prisoner in cuffs all over the mall. She was so excited she could hardly wait.

The walk was wonderful. She strode, absolutely poised and confident, a secret smile on her lips. Her pussy clenching so hard she thought she might soak through her panties, her nipples pushing stiffly against her padded bra.

Josh marched her at a measured pace. Everyone looked, some stopped and stared. She smirked, catching eyes boldly, sometimes making people look away. He made a point of never deviating, having people step out of the way with a curt “Excuse me, make way. Extremely dangerous prisoner coming through.”

A few people, particularly teenagers in the food court, asked what she’d done. Josh would recite that she was a high end thief caught red handed cleaning out the Jeweler. International warrants were mentioned. Occasionally, she’d interrupt with some defiant remark or sarcastic innuendo.

Another security guard approached. She’d seen him previously at the mall, but seldom paid attention. Who pays attention to security guards? She knew his name was Clark, because Josh had told her. Shorter, than Josh, but then everyone was shorter than Josh. Thicker in body, but not fat, with a shock of blonde hair and a goatee.

“What have you got?”

“Major catch,” Josh said. “High end thief, major warrants all over the place. Multiple identities. I spotted her casing the Jeweler.”

She shrugged.

“I was just having a little fun,” she explained confidently. “A diversion while setting up the big job.”

“The big job?” Clark asked.

She winked, improvising. “Sure. What was I going to clear from a shopping mall Jeweler? A few hundred thousand? That was just a sideshow. The main one is millions... minimum.”

“You need any help?” Clark directed his question to Josh.

Josh looked at her, Clark following the direction of his eyes. Clark was in on it, of course. Not the details really, but he knew Josh was doing some sort of role play sex thing in the security office, and he’d had to be told and agree to it. Otherwise, he might accidentally walk in.

Josh had proposed Clark as a second, a suggestion she’d automatically rejected, but then waffled. Provisionally, the answer had been a soft no. But Clark had agreed to keep the security office clear and run interference if they needed it. He did have some hope...

She looked him over, playing the role, smiling arrogantly. Why not. Spur of the moment, she decided to go with it. She nodded carefully, meeting Josh’s eyes.

“Even handcuffed, two of you might not be enough to handle me.”

“Yeah,” Josh said. “This is a big one. I think I need help.”

Clark fell in with them, walking on the opposite side of her from Josh and taking her other arm. Bordered on both sides by security, her arms held, her wrists cuffed, she’d never felt so powerful, so dangerous. She felt like a character out of James Bond.

They walked the lower floor, into the service corridor and stepped into the battered old freight elevator, finally ending up in the basement.

The security office, when the arrived was wonderfully dingy. A bank of monitors, the security cam system, radio dock. A table, a desk, assorted bits of old padded office furniture, vinyl services split.

“Can you take the cuffs off now?” she asked. “I promise I won’t beat you both up and get away in my helicopter.”

She was still playing the role, Josh noted, so the answer was obvious.

“Sorry. Policy.”

“Well,” she said. “At least switch them to the front, they’re hurting my shoulders.”

Josh stared.

“All right.”

He produced his key and uncuffed one wrist, loosening the other so he could rotate the cuff, and then fastening her wrists in front of her.

“Thank you,” she said.

Josh pulled out a chair beside the desk.

“Sit there, we’ll take your information. The police are already on their way.”

“Aren’t you going to search me?” she asked. “Who knows what I might have concealed.”

Josh raised an eyebrow. They’d done the ‘up against the wall, pat down’ routine many times as foreplay. It had slipped his mind in the role play.

“I’ll do it,” Clark said, quickly.

Josh glanced at her, she hesitated, seemed intrigued but pensive nodded slightly. Josh understood the meaning, she wasn’t entirely sure of Clark. She wanted to see how he behaved, if he came on too rough or too strong, Josh could pull him back before it got too out of hand, and if necessary, they could end it. Easier now than later when things had advanced.

“All right,” Josh said.

Clark took her by the arm.

“This way, Ma’am,” he said, as he lead her towards the wall. “I’m going to pat you down for weapons or contraband. Have you ever been patted down before? I can explain the process before we start.”

“Many times,” she said. “I know the drill. I’ve had it. I guess you can say I’ve been drilled a lot.”

She leaned forward into the wall, bracing her elbows against it, arching her back.

“I know how it goes. Bend over and spread wide,” she purred. She looked over her shoulder at him and winked. “Ready when you are, officer.”

Clark’s pat down was careful and professional, pulling the tails of her blouse out of waistband of her skirt, checking pockets and seams. Despite that, she mewed and squirmed under the his touch and pushed her bottom out into his hand.

“All clear.”

That was disappointing, she thought.

“But officer,” she called. “Are you sure?”

Josh frowned slightly. Officer felt like his name, in their bedroom games. It felt odd to hear her use it on someone else, even Clark.

“Officer,” she called again, still up against the wall, looking over her shoulder at Clark. She wore a half smile. “Officer, come here. I want to make a confession.”

Clark looked to Josh uncertainly. Josh nodded.

Clark stepped close. “Yes.”

“Officer, it’s a very important confession,” she whispered. “Vital even.”

She paused, her voice dropped an octave going moist and husky.

“I’m not wearing any panties. Not a thing. Did you know that?”

“No.” Clark was blushing furiously. She enjoyed his reaction, it made her playful.

“It’s true! I was so busy this morning, I completely forgot about them. Isn’t that terrible?” She giggled. “Of course I hardly ever wear them anyway. I find they only get in the way. And it’s not as if I need them, I’m smooth down there, completely smooth. Like satin. You didn’t notice?”

“No.”

“Well, I think that just shows that you weren’t very thorough. I must say, I expect more ... diligence from my law enforcement. After all, I could be concealing... all sorts of things... in all sorts of places.”

“I should check again?”

“Well, I certainly wouldn’t tell you what to do. But maybe you should? Just to be safe? You wouldn’t want any surprises?”

“All right.”

“Take your time,” she husked, rolling her hips slowly in a figure eight. “But be careful, I am a very (bump), very (bump) dangerous criminal.”

This pat down began as professionally as the first, but more thoroughly. She felt hands on stockinged legs moving up and down. She pressed back against hands on her ass, rolled her body to his touches. By stages he grew bolder, at first circling the bare flesh along her skirt’s waist feeling her belly. He cupped her breasts over her blouse, and then with encouragement, slid his hands under to cup her bra.

He pulled her skirt up, exposing the tops of stockings and garter belt and beyond. A hand reached between her legs, making her shiver with delight as it tentatively stroked her lips. She moaned slightly, rocking her hips.

But that was the limit of Clark’s boldness, his hand withdrew.

“She’s clean,” Clark announced, his voice unsteady. She could tell without looking that his hands must be shaking.

“Oh no I’m not,” she called over her shoulder. “I’m not clean at all. I’m dirty! Very dirty! Why, I’m positively... filthy!”

“If you can bring her over here,” Josh called. “We’ll take down her information.”

She turned around, and with Clark’s hand on her arm, and his other finding her ass, he lead her the few steps to the table where she primly took a seat, crossing her legs in a ladylike pose, cuffed hands on her knee, her shoulders swinging slightly..

Clark pulled up a chair facing her, so close she could stretch out a foot to caress his calf. He was desperately trying to conceal a raging erection. His face was red with exertion and his hands trembled. His eyes were glassy. She loved the intensity of his reaction, but worried that he might blow just sitting there.

“I’ll keep an eye on her,” Clark said.

“Yes,” she agreed, leaning back in the chair, her knees parted, heels pointing inward, head tilted. “You should definitely keep an eye on me.”

“In case...” she continued.

She casually undid a button on her already low cut blouse, exposing her bra. Carefully putting on her most innocent expression.

“...I try something.”

If anything, he got even redder.

“Name?”

“Santeria Sebastian.”

Josh looked up, momentarily confused.

“Santeria... that’s voodoo?”

“My mother was a witch,” she teased. “She could put a spell on men. So can I. Perhaps I’m casting a spell on you now? Do you feel yourself falling under my power?”

“That’s not one of your aliases,” Josh’s brows knit.

“It’s my real name, Santeria Sebastian of San Salvador. You can call me Santa,” she paused and stretched luxuriously. “My friends call me Christmas.”

“Well,” Josh said, uncertainly, “Miss Sebastian... Santeria... Santa? I have to warn you, you’re in a great deal of trouble, and it’s in your own interests to cooperate. Now-”

“Pooh!” she said. Casually she undid another button. Leaning on the arm of her chair towards Josh, her knees parting further apart with the movement, the skirt riding further up her thighs.

Clark was staring with feverish intensity at the shadow between her thighs, unable to really see anything, but entranced by the possibility. All he could think of was the feel of her pussy against his fingertips, the amazing softness, the mysterious folds, when he’d reached between her legs.

She squirmed in her seat.

“Gentlemen, boys. I have a proposition. Surely you know that my associates have already sent for my lawyers. They’ll arrive here before the police. You have nothing on me. We both know it. All you will accomplish is to ... inconvenience me. Slightly.”

She was deliberately ignoring them, playfully undoing another button. She shifted in her seat once again.

“I hate to be inconvenienced. It would be unfortunate for you. I think, you should let me go, instead. Do not trouble yourself with all this fuss or bother. That’s a job for someone else far away. They’re paid for it. You are not. Do your duty? You will see nothing, no money, someone else will take all the credit. You win nothing but my displeasure.”

“Instead, let us forget all this unpleasantness. There is no need to involve the police. Call it a misunderstanding...”

Her blouse now fully opened, she began toying with her left bra cup, lifting a breast from it, letting it settle against the folded cup. Her nipple poked out proudly.

“Do me this favour,” she told them, “and that will allow you to ... convenience me.”

Her attention drifted away from the two men, as she stared down at her breast.

“Hmmm...”

She toyed with her nipple, pressing her fingernail into the aureole and making a circle that seemed to occupy her attention completely. She shifted again in her seat, the movement of her thighs causing the skirt to ride up completely, exposing the tops of stockings and beyond.

She looked up innocently from her nipple, her gaze flickering back and forth between the two men.

“Oh! I think this is hard!”

She seemed to dismissed the thought, and smiled a wanton smile, turning her attention clearly upon the two men. She crossed her legs.

“What do you say to my proposition, Officers? Will Christmas come early this year?”

“Uh,” Clark began.

“I think we’re out of our league,” Josh said. “This case is too big for us. Too hard.”

“Much too hard,” Clark agreed. “I think we should do what she says.”

“Yes,” Josh agreed.

“Then it is settled,” She said, pulling her skirt up to her hips, sliding her ass forward on the chair. “Come, unwrap me so I can receive your presents.”

Josh rose, coming around the table to her side. As he reached her, she twisted, bringing her cuffed wrists up to his crotch, feeling him already hard in his pants. He bent down to kiss her on the mouth, deep and hungry. With one hand, he reached into her almost completely undone blouse, freeing her other breast from its cup.

She couldn’t see Clark, but she could feel him, spreading her legs apart. She hooked one knee over the arm of the chair and felt his hands, strong but shaking, against the insides of stockinged thighs. The his mouth was on her vulva, licking with wounded urgency, frantically lapping from her asshole to her clit.

The sensation was amazing, like that time on the credenza, with fingers from the stranger invading her mouth and vagina. Except these were mouths, tongues, moving and wet against her, accompanied by hands. There was no coordination, instead the both acted out of synch with each other, and her attention was drawn back and forth. It was exciting but distracting, she found she couldn’t focus. Her hips lifted, she squirmed in the seat held in place by Clark’s grip, and from above by Josh’s hand, she was trapped, helpless and rolling on waves of sensation.

She broke off the kiss, half breathless already. Without his distraction, she could squeeze his cock in his pants. She stared down at Clark’s head, bobbing between her thighs.

“You should keep the cuffs on me, at least until you have had your pleasure. Or I might overpower you both.”

“Yes,” Josh said, standing. “She’s dangerous. Treacherous.”

“I am,” she pronounced. “I am the very definition of treachery. Even together, you would be no match if I were freed. But...”

She kissed his cock, taking the head in her mouth for a moment, and letting it out. She bared her teeth, looking at it, and snapped her teeth at it, as if to bite it

“... my danger is what you love.”

She took it back in her mouth again, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked on its length. Josh let his hands drift to her head, moving her back and forth. This was easier now. It was hard to concentrate on sucking Josh’s cock with Clark’s frantic licking. But at least now she wasn’t floundering back and forth helplessly.

Her knee, straining, fell from the chair’s arm, and Clark simply pushed it back up, causing her body to slide down further. The cock fell from her lips, and she felt herself bent around like a pretzel.

“This is getting awkward,” she said as his cock slid against her nose.

“Let’s get you on the desk. I want to fuck you.”

She stood long enough for her skirt to come off. Josh tugged at her blouse and jacket, but her cuffed wrists prevented removal. Instead, he bent her forward across the desk. For a moment, she felt four hands all over her ass, two sets of fingers probing her vagina and beating against her clit. It was a bizarre sensation, almost impossible to describe. The one set withdrew and the others clamped around her hips, pulling her back and into position.

With a grunt of desire, she spread her legs as wide as she could and raised her ass, arching her back to present her wet pussy for mounting. Josh, she could tell it was Josh, entered her with the hard readiness of a cock that knew her intimately. She lifted up, gasping, as it slid inside her. He pushed down on her hips, holding her in place and began to pound. She was sweating in her blouse and jacket, hands forward.

“Oh god yes,” she cried out. “Fuck me.”

From peripheral vision, she sensed Clark on the side of the desk, he reached for her, running fingers through her hair, twining the locks between thumb and digits. He lifted her head, pushing two and then three fingers in her mouth. She heard him ordering her to suck and obeyed willingly, sucking two or thee fingers alternately, licking his palm. She had the vaguest sense of his pink erection protruding from his pants, bobbing unused.

Again, there was that weird doubling, the splitting of attention that left her floundering and divided. The mouth wasn’t an erogenous zone, not in the same way that her pussy was. A kiss, or finger blow job didn’t have the same intensity as Josh’s pounding cock. But still, it was there, demanding her awareness, pulling her in separate directions.

Spastically, her legs kicked almost randomly as Josh pounded fiercely into her. The impact of his thrusts mashing her flat on the desk, shoving her hips so hard into the edge of the desk it was almost bruising.

“Want a turn?” she heard Josh say. For a moment, she had no idea what he was talking about, or who he was addressing, the words being only a third level of distraction.

“Yeah,” Clark said. The fingers left her mouth, leaving trails of drool as he moved out of her line of sight. “Do I need a condom?”

“Are you clean?” Josh demanded, still ramming into her with bruising force.

“Oh yeah, I’m clean. But what about her.”

“You have to be sure you’re clean,” Josh ordered. “No fucking around.”

“I don’t want to get her pregnant.”

That struck her as senseless. She was on birth control. She was paying for a prescription to have occasional sex with one man. At that moment, it seemed to her that it would make more sense if the prescription was justified by two men having sex with her. Amortizing the investment. But before she could say that, Clark spoke, “I’m going to use a condom.”

“Jesus, Dude. Whatever!” she snapped.

Moments later, Josh froze. He pulled back and slammed one more time in a thrust so ferocious that the desk rocked, and her thighs and hips were momentarily crushed. Then just as quickly, he pulled out leaving her suddenly empty.

“All yours!”

One of Clark’s hands was on her ass, she felt the tremble of it, the style of grip completely different from Josh’s. His cock, when it entered felt completely different, thick and ramrod straight. Clark thrust hard several times, bringing cries of pleasure from her, and then fell out. He slid in again, this time gently, moving forward with short pumps, then going still.

Without the forceful ramming, she could push back onto him. Clark was shorter, she bent her knees, sliding a little off the desk. His cock moved upwards in her, bringing new sensations. But he kept falling out. He had no rhythm, almost every stroke of his cock was different, it was almost maddening.

Josh stepped in again, after Clark’s brief fucking, and soon she was being rammed breathlessly against the desk. Her blouse and jacket were drenched with sweat

“Wait! Wait!” she called. “This isn’t working. Let’s move!”

Once let up, her legs were wobbly and she was panting from the sexual energy in the room. Josh pulled his pants up from around his knees, he was still wearing his shoe. Clark had discarded his shoes to slip out of his pants. He was naked from the waste down, except for black socks. Sometimes, she thought, there’s no way for a man to look sexy. Shirt and black socks just didn't do it..

Her clothes were driving her crazy, and the were already tangled up in her cuffs. Rather than take them off, Josh and Clark helped her push them over her head and down her forearms where they formed a big wrinkled knot around her wrists, a tangle of bra, blouse and jacket. At least it was off her now.

For a moment, she stood panting. Then Clark’s hand slipped across her breast, capturing her nipple. The sensation was gentle, pleasurable, a relief from the heady pounding, she swayed, leaning back against the edge of the desk, enjoying it. Without a word, with no sound from any of them, Josh joined, fondling her other breast. Their free hands moved began to move over her body, roving freely.

Two sets of fingertips probed at her pussy, sliding in and out, sometimes against each other, stoking or pushing against her clit, without any coordination. It was deeply pleasurable, but so strange. She had a flash of a video of starfish at high speed underwater, slowly crawling all over each other, both full of meticulous intent, but utterly unaware of each other. The hands parted, touched, moved away, explored, each on their own journey.

Josh lowered his head to suck on her nipple, she was intimately familiar with the way he did it, the teasing tongue, the scraping nibbles. Clark followed suit, and she had two mouths on each of her nipples, a delicious experience. Except that Clark’s style was different, biting lightly, alternating probing and sucking.

She closed her eyes trying to follow the sensations, swaying as she did. But she couldn’t, there were too many touches, too many things going on in two many places, sensations and kinds of sensation, different experiences. She couldn’t rack it all.

So she just gave up and simply experienced it, surrendered to the pleasure of the touches, the licks, the nibbles, the random explorations of her body. No longer trying to follow it, to focus on who was doing what, but simply letting it happen, she experienced it as a new kind of pleasure. She allowed herself to float on it.

“Okay,” she whispered. “This is good. This is great, let’s keep doing this for a while.”

She allowed them to lean her backwards, lifting and supporting her until she was laying on her back on the desk, her bound wrists above her head, hanging down one side, her knees bent and legs spread, heels perching on the other side.

She closed her eyes and floated, allowing them to touch her, to explore her. The image of the starfish relentlessly crawling all over each other, full of mindless, oblivious purpose came to her again.

Someone kissed her, and she simply welcomed it, letting a tongue slide into her mouth, meeting it with her own, all part of the endless sensation as other hands explored her, her nipple was pulled, fingers slid inside her. Then another mouth on hers, different, but she welcomed it as well, feeling as it kissed her, a second mouth on her nipple, and then between her legs, hands griping her thighs, ad other hands fondled her breasts.

She was helpless again, as she’d been on the Credenza, drenched in oblivion. But this was different. On the Credenza there’d been possession and surrender, submission and taking, until she’d swirled down to some dark state of total relinquishment, had given up everything to a master, become property, become owned.

This was different. Here she wasn’t owned but utterly free. She’d become an object again, with no will of her own, but instead of property possessed, she was worshiped, drenched in an ever changing, ever flowing tide of sensation. It just built and built, ebbed and flowed. When the orgasm came she was simply experiencing, not chasing, not anticipating. When it overtook her, it was completely unexpected, and absolutely wonderful, as were the next ones.

She had the feeling that they were entranced with her, consumed by her body and their exploration, that the orgasms drawn from her were wondrous to them, and so they did everything they could to prologue it.

Eventually, there was a shift. She felt her body being hauled forward, her head closer to the edge of the altar that had been a desk. Her legs were parted, hands spreading her knees apart. She opened her eyes, and Clark was looming over her, fully naked, his pale body freckled around the shoulders, his erection proud in a glistening condom. She noted his pubic hair was blond too. Looking closer, she saw he had chest hair, so sparse and pale that you wouldn’t notice it was there.

“Is it okay?” he asked. “Can I?”

There was something sweet about his tentativeness. He was the odd man out. Josh and her had fucked so many times, they knew each other, their preferences and boundaries. They were comfortable. Clark was feeling his way, terrified of making a mistake, navigating a tightrope.

She smiled up at him, gave a little jerk of her head, and spread her knees just a little further.

“Come and fuck me,” she invited.

He slid forward, balancing himself unsteadily on one hand, trying to guide his cock to her. It poked at the inside of here thigh. She wanted to reach up, to help him draw it in, to touch him. But her wrists were trapped. Instead, she pulled her knees back, rolled her ass. He found her, she felt a push between her legs. He threw his hand out, hovering over her on both now, and pushed.

It was easier getting fucked this time with him. Everyone’s the same height laying down. She was still flying from the sensual bath, but there hadn’t been much penetration. His cock felt good in her, different from Josh’s, thicker, straighter. She laid back, lifting her legs until the thrusting felt just right. His pumping was more regular this time, he had a rhythm and a pace. She mewed and moaned, feeling herself floating towards another orgasm.

But before she could reach it, he leaped ahead, thrusting hard into her suddenly and making her gasp. His expression above her was that of a man falling off a mountain, he thrust convulsively, wildly. His cock inside her moved weightlessly, rushing but not pushing.

“Cum baby cum,” she told him, she wasn’t there and she could tell she wouldn’t make it. But he was already past the point of no return. With three frenzied thrusts, he pushed deep into her, went stiff and then limp, panting.

His weight settled on her, which was all right at first, but his body was heavy, and his weight pressed her down. She couldn’t do anything about his weight except jerk her bound wrists, frustrated with the cuffs.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered in her ear. “I was too fast.”

“It’s all right,” she told him. “You were fine.”

Ideally, she thought, he’d have lasted until she could come, and it would have been nice if he could get off her and not crush her flat. But she still felt the residue of that deep empathy that had led her to welcome him into her body, and so she was moved to kindness.

Finally, he got off her so that she could breathe. Josh mounted up on the desk, but she put a stockinged foot on his chest, halting him.

“Get me out of these fucking handcuffs,” she told him. Her shoulders were already aching, and her back was starting. “And let’s do it someplace else.”

Josh hopped off and found the keys and soon, she was out, and free of both the cuffs and the tangled sodden bundle. It was a mess. Her wrists were raw, but being out of the fucking things was bliss. At that moment, she couldn’t see the appeal of the damned things at all.

There was an old blue couch up against the wall, solid steel frame, torn fake leather upholstery in modern style. It looked like it had been stolen from a failing airport. They moved the party there.

“I want to be on top,” she said, mainly because she didn’t want to be on her back again, or taken from behind. She pushed Josh gently back until he was sitting and straddled him. Clark, his cock thoroughly deflated, but condom still dangling, sat beside them, watching. That struck her as funny.

Josh held his cock straight, as she balanced with one hand on her shoulder, and positioned herself over him, gently sinking down on him until he was buried in her. She reached over, pulled the condom from Clark’s deflated cock and tossed it away.

“Sorry,” Clark apologized.

“No worries,” she assured him.

“Make sure you pick that up later though,” Josh warned. “We don’t want people finding used condoms in the office.”

Way to ruin the mood, she thought at him, but held her tongue. Instead, she focused on riding him, feeling comfortable with his familiar presence inside her, feeling his hands creep up to her breasts, or cradle her hips. This wasn’t so different from straddling him on the couch in her apartment. The weird part was Clark sitting on the couch beside them, smiling, politely watching. Not weird good, but not weird bad, just... weird.

“Clark,” she said, working rhythmically on Josh, “come stand behind me.”

Shyly, he obeys, standing neutral, a little a foot behind her. At first, she didn’t understand, but then realized it was some gay paranoia thing, that if he came too close, he might have some body contact with the man fucking her.

“Come a little closer,” she said, “put your hands on me.”

Obediently reluctantly he approached an inch or two, but he reached out to put his hands on her shoulders. She was surprised by how much she enjoyed his touch, the intimacy of the human contact. Reaching up, she put her hands on top of his, as she rode, and gently drew them down, pulling him closer until his hands were on top of Josh’s on her breasts, and she could feel him against her back. Sandwiched loosely between the two men, she felt an intimacy, a safety that went beyond sexual.

“You know what I loved,” she told them. “It was when you were both touching me at once, touching and kissing. It felt so good, it felt special.”

Josh’s hands slithered away, finding other parts of her body to cares as Clark’s hands moved around her breasts. They’re getting the idea. When she leaned back, she began rocking, her back pressing against Clark’s chest, and he didn’t yield. It felt so satisfying to her, as if it’s meant to be this way.

“Kiss me,” she demanded of Clark, twisting around towards him. He bent forward, their bodies twisted against each other, his hands clutching her breasts hard, as if to steady himself. Their lips met, brushed against each other, found again and clamped together.

Riding one man and kissing another was wildly exciting, both their hands all over her was wildly exciting, and suddenly, she felt it, appearing almost out of nowhere, having quietly built up, her orgasm came roaring. She gasped, breaking the kiss, and pounded herself onto Josh’s cock more and more ferociously, even as she felt the lightning bursting out below, crawling up her spine.

It was too intense, she couldn’t breath. Suddenly her body went spastic, refusing to obey her. Her fingers sink into Josh’s shoulders, fingernails like claws. She gasped but no air would come. The orgasm swept over her and her body went rigid. Muscles tightening up, she rose up off his cock involuntarily, not wanting to, wanting him deep, but rising as of drawn upward, until only the head of his cock is still in her. That’s when she felt it, the spray between her legs, like a firehose. An intense moment when her stomach tensed so hard it hurt, and the spray came like niagara falls, great immense endless rushing surve. She’s vaguely aware of Josh’s surprised yell, Clark holding her thrashing body steady.

Then the rigidity passed, she could breathe again, sucking up great lung-fulls of air. Trembling muscles failed and she sank down hard on Josh’s cock. And immediately, the white noise burst in her head, she felt her stomach tensing and another spray between her legs as she twisted Then suddenly, she couldn’t stand it any more.

“Stop! Stop!” she gasped. “No more! Stop!”

Body hyper-acute, she struggled off Josh’s cock and pushed both of them away from her, wild eyed, panting uncontrollably. Clark reached out to her, and she slapped his hand away.

“Holy shit!” she said.

Something more was called for.

“Holy shit!” she repeated.

She waited, feeling her body settle down. An aftershock hit her, and her body spasmed.

“I’m okay,” she told them, staring eyes not really seeing them. She waved her hand randomly in the air, careful to keep her legs splayed, as if the simple pressure of closing her eyes would trigger another spray. “I’m okay. It’s okay. I’m just coming down.”

Panting.

“I’ll be all right.”

“You squirted,” Josh said. “I didn’t know you squirted.”

She gulped air, trying to focus.

“It never happened before,” she lied.

Suddenly, she found herself desperately wanting intimacy.

“Hold me, both of you, hold me.”

But the minute they touched her it was too much, it was overwhelming and she pushed them away.

“No no no! Hands. Just don’t touch me. Hold my hands.”

The two men ended up on opposite sides of the couch, with her in the middle, holding her hands in theirs, as if she was a sexual Madonna. She waited for the feelings to recede. Finally, she tried a word.

“Wow.”

Success. Try some more.

“That was good.” She thought it was an understatement, but now she was sure she could manage rational conversation. She swallowed.

“Are you all right?” Clark asked.

“Me? Oh yeah,” she said. “Totally fine. Let’s just sit here a while, okay.”

She listened to her steadying heartbeat, and held up a hand arms length, studying her fingers. Vision good. Fingers numb. Toes? Numb. Lips? Numb. Body? Like rubber. She could live with that.

Out of the blue, staring off at nothing, Josh spoke. “Best! Christmas! Ever!”

For a second she had no idea what he was talking about. But then, just as she got it, Clark spoke.

“God bless us every one!”

And that was all it took, they burst into giddy giggling and laughter. She laughed until her sides hurt.

“I think we’re done,” she said finally. “I don’t think we can top that. I don’t think I could stand it.”

Her head swiveled loosely, bearing on Josh.

“Hey Sweety,” she asked. “Did you come?”

“Not quite.”

“Oh.” That was disappointing. She couldn’t imagine letting anything near her pussy for at least a week. “Let me come down, I can give you a blow job.”

“It’s okay.”

She nodded, glad to be let off the hook.

“All right, next time. I’ll make it up to you.”

Clark moved to let go her hand, she clamped down on it.

“No.”

But it was over. When she could move, and was willing to let them go, Clark started putting on clothes, and then Josh. She was still wobbly, and they were solicitous of her.

The skirt was fine, she climbed back into that and her shoes. The blouse and jacket were a mess, buttons missing from the blouse, the shoulder ripped on the jacket. They’d need trips to the dry cleaner and a seamstress to be salvageable. Instead, she borrowed one of Clark’s T-shirts from his locker.

She checked a mirror, her hair was a mess, she didn’t give a fuck.

They both walked her out to her car in the parking lot.

“Sorry,” Clark said again. He was apologetic.

She understood, he’d been hair trigger, over-excited, had come too fast. But she didn’t mind. They all knew Clark was the weakest link, but she didn’t hold it against him. Her first time with Josh had been five minutes.

“You did fine,” she assured him.

He hesitated.

“Do you think we’ll do it again?”

“No.”

She thought of her procession through the mall in handcuffs. Absolutely drained of sexual energy, she couldn’t understand it, it seemed ridiculous. She could remember the feeling of excitement and power, but couldn’t feel it at the moment.

“I don’t think I can set foot in this Mall again. Not without everyone calling out the National Guard. That’s burned.”

She had no plans for a threesome again.

But then, she had a second thought. Maybe don’t rule it out entirely. She needed to process the experience, the good and the bad, what worked and what didn’t. It had been intense and overwhelming, and she needed to absorb it before she could think about it.

Could she do it again? Could it be better? Would Clark be more relaxed and confident now that he’d had experience, avoid some of the mistakes, focus on what really worked. This had been something of an experiment, they hadn’t really known what they were doing, just improvised.

So... maybe?

“Maybe,” she said out loud.

“Question,” Josh said. “All that stuff about Santeria and Christmas, where did that come from.”

She nodded. They’d charted out a much more elaborate role-play, but Clark’s presence had thrown things off, so she’d short circuited and gone straight to sex. It had been a good choice, she thought.

She shrugged.

“I just improvised. Was it too hokey?”

“No, it was great. Just threw me for a loop for a minute.”

“It worked out,” she agreed.

They arrived at her car.

“Are you safe to drive?” Josh asked, worried.

She held her hand out to see if it was steady. No tremors. Good enough.

“Yeah.”

She hugged Josh, and then Clark, got in her car and went home.

Nothing ever quite matched that adventure, although she had many other adventures.

She and Josh eventually drifted apart. There was an age difference, and except for sex, there was little in common. Josh started to see a girl, it got more serious, and so she faded from his life.

But that was all right. There were no hard feelings on either side. She’d found herself, her bolder, better self. There were other lovers, other adventures. Her life proceeded along its previous path, but better, with more energy and confidence. She was more successful in her career, happier in her life.

There were two incidents of note.

Once about a year later, in a restaurant, she noticed a group of girls were staring at her, whispering and pointing. It took her a second to recognize Helen from the Jewelers at the Mall. Their eyes met, the girl stared at her with something like terror.

She smiled her best shark-like smile, nodded and lifted a wine glass as if in toast to the girl. Then she simply returned to her meal, unaccountably but deeply satisfied.

The second incident was years later. She was walking down the street, and suddenly, in front of her was Josh. He was a little older and sported a beard, but it was him. He was walking hand in hand with a girl.

For a moment, they both halted, Josh visibly awkward. They made small talk of no consequence.

Then abruptly, she stepped forward and hugged him.

“Thank you,” she said. “For being there. You were a good friend. You were what I needed back then, and I’ll always appreciate you.”

There was a moment’s hesitation, and he returned the hug.

After, they separated. She smiled at the woman (girlfriend?).

“Take good care of him.”

And walked on, her footsteps light and confident, into the rest of her life.

In the end, she lived happily ever after.