Roxanne stood with her arm raised in the air as John sat in the chair preparing to get slapped by it. She stepped forward and slashed her hand down as fast as she could straight towards the side of John’s face. He steeled his body and held his breathe. At the last fraction of a second, Roxanne’s hand changed up speed and simply stopped at John’s face in a loving caress to ease the sting of the first slap.


“Do you know why you didn’t flinch, John?” She asked soothingly. “Because you have been trained to use anger to protect yourself. But have you ever been trained to resist kisses, John?” She whispered closely to his ear, as she moved around behind him again. He exhaled and relaxed slightly.


“Those prisoners in your American Guantanamo Bay, do you know how they are being interrogated?” He simply looked straight ahead into the mirror. “You can’t win unless you move your pieces, John.” She said with two light tugs on his earlobe. “Do you think they are being tortured on water-boards like your news is broadcasting?”


“Probably.”


“No John, water-boarding only works on someone who does not want to die. So what do you think they are doing to the actual terrorists who WANT to die?” He looked back at the mirror into her eyes and waited for her to continue. “They are only afraid of going to their god in an unclean manner.” She said pressing herself into his shoulders, her breasts cleaved around the back of his head, her fingers continued to rub through his hair. “They are having someone dreadful to them ask them questions, someone disgusting and beneath them come in to talk to them and touch them unwontedly. They are having women interrogate the prisoners, John, because it is the most torturous thing the prisoners have told themselves they could not bear.”


She rubbed past his shoulders from behind and reached past his neck and rubbed his chest as she leaned in to kiss his neck and whisper in his ear, “Have you ever prayed for god to deliver you a girl, John? Have you ever sat by the phone and wished it would ring by the girl you met the night before. Have you ever wished a night wouldn’t stop, that the sex would go on and on until the end of the night?” She had circled around him now, and sat across his lap and kissed him on the lips and tongued his mouth then bit his lip.


“Can you imagine what it must be like for those prisoners, John? Can you imagine praying to god to have someone stop kissing you, stop touching you? Can you imagine praying to be left alone and to be by yourself?” She felt his cock harden in his pants beneath her lap and slowly began to rock herself back and forth on it. When she heard him sigh, she held his face in her hands and said, “Before I let you release today, you will know that feeling!” Then she stood and pushed him back, tipping the chair into the foot of the bed, so he was pinned down by his own weight with his feet dangling helplessly in the air.


She stepped quickly beside him before he had time to gather his thoughts or think about getting up. She undid his belt and snatched it from around his waist in one whipping crack that snapped the leather into the air. Her hands flew to his button and zipper, and in an instant she dragged his pants down and off his legs leaving only under wear socks and shoes.


She leaned across his waist and bit into the thigh hem of his black boxer briefs, ripped them open to the waistband and further from around his waist and down his near leg and off with the remaining rags leaving only a Hanes logoed hula-hoop spinning around his stomach. John almost laughed, right before: she grabbed the two front tales of his brand new eighty dollar silk shirt, and split the shirt open causing buttons to pop off and tear through fabric.


A blood-boiling anxiety bubble grew, stretched, popped and then suddenly blew away like a breeze as he released himself from his mentally binding financial burdens. “Yes!” He let out in an almost emotional upheaval, “Give it to me…”

She yanked the shirt from beneath his tie, leaving it in place around his neck, and then dragged the shirt from off of his shoulders until it was partially down his back between him and the chair. “Sit up.” She commanded, and when he leaned forward, she was able to lift the chair and the rest of his weight from off of the bed. His feet and the chair settled onto the floor and she said, “Stand up.”


He stood when told and she removed his shirt as forcefully as before, popping the cuff buttons from his wrists. “Put your palms together behind your back.” Then she grabbed the slack from the elastic of the Hanes hula-hoop, twisted it twice and knifed his hands through the hole, effectively cuffing him with the ragged waistband of his underwear. She admired her work while walking towards the dresser and reached down to give him a “good game” slap on his ass.


He was standing there staring into the mirror, wondering what the hell he had gotten himself into.


She walked a full step away from him turned and said, “Do not move your feet.” Then reached out her arm, grabbed the tip of his tie and reeled him in to her, until he was bent at the waist with her hand near the knot of his tie. She looked down to his face and then titled her head forward and kissed his mouth. “For the remainder of this session you are not to look into mirrors, you are to look away from them or at me. Rule #4 No eye contact with yourself. Do you understand?”


“Yes.”


“Can you see the hour-glass, John?” She said still holding him by his tie.


“Yes.”


“The sands are now equal, no?”


“They are.” He said his back starting to burn from bending over.


“Every half of the hour I will make you an offer, John. Do want to hear this first offer?”


“Yes.”


“If you want me to stop right now I will, but I will leave you, and your reward will be to finish yourself after I am gone… Do you want this reward?”

“No.”


“Bon!” She said, and released his tie so he could stand upright. “Walk to me.” She said and then offered him the last of the drink after she had had hers. She put the glass down and stepped into him grabbing his hardly hard cock and gently massaged it till it was firmer. She pressed against his body grabbed his ass with both hands, rubbed up and down his sides and arms, and then tipped up on her toes and kissed him deeply.


Roxanne lightly grabbed his tie again and turned with it over her shoulder, then headed towards the vanity, grabbing the empty glass along the way. John followed in tow, wearing only his socks and shoes; a ragged waistband handcuff device; and his tie-collared leash.


She let go of his tie, walked behind him and stretched some slack out of his cuffs, “Remove your hands.” She commanded. “Now make me a drink.”


He did as he was told, and no further. He stood before the vanity, with his head hanging down and shoulders rolled forward. He didn’t look at the mirror; he didn’t look at her. He stood transfixed on his empty glass sitting on the counter top.


“Do you think you deserve a drink?”


“Yes.”


“Yes, what?”


“Yes, please.” He said.


“Kneel before me.”


He turned to Roxanne, and lowered himself to one knee before her. She placed her hand on his head as if anointing him. “Call me Mistress.” Roxanne directed. But no response came, “Ask for your drink, and call me Mistress when you do so.” She repeated. Still no sound came, only slight shaking as if John might have been whimpering.


Roxanne knit her brows out of concern and softly pushed back John’s head to see his face, she prepared herself for how to handle his tearful release.


She tilted his face back and the vanity mirror lights fell upon it. Her fingers tightened in his hair when she saw it was not the face she was expecting. Instead of a wet, sorrowful remorse, she saw only calm, collected reserve. “You want me to call you what?” He chuckled, his body shaking as gently as before.


A shock of energy jolted through Roxanne’s body and pinged her pussy awake. She screamed at herself mentally for playing her cards early. She tightened her grip in his hair. “You will call me, Mistress!” She demanded. John reached up to her wrist and squeezed tightly until she released his hair out of pain. “You are hurting me!” She said. John let her go, stood, and turned to make himself his drink.


“How about for now, I call you, Missy?” He said over his shoulder.


She did not know what he meant, but she understood how he said it. “What does this mean…?” She asked after retreating some feet away from him. “How you say, Missy?”


“It means, mademoiselle.” He said, drinking from his glass and looking at her in the mirror.


“Not the way you said it!”


“No, not the way I said it.”


“Why do you insult me like such?” She insisted.


“It’s only an insult to you because it was not all of what you wanted to hear.” He took a long pull from his drink. He had her attention now and knew she would wait for him to complete his thought. “I am willing to play your game, but I am still standing on my own two feet.” As he said it he thought to step out his shoes and remove his socks.


“If you will not be a gentleman, then I will leave you.” She turned as if heading for the door.


“There is a difference from being unruly and unbroken.” He said stepping out of his Hanes hula-hoop. “You are younger than me, and have not done what you said you would do to me online, so until then I will call you, Missy.”


She was almost to the door, not even caring about her belongings. He was leaning his bare ass cheeks against the counter of the vanity, and crossed his arms. She unlocked the door, turned the knob and pulled it open to leave. “Do you know how to beat the water-board, Roxanne?” He called out to her stopping her in her tracks.


She was frozen for a moment standing across the threshold of the doorway.


She knew he had won this hand, she needed to reshuffle and deal again, or she needed to call a draw and have some fun. Her body was all astir with feelings; her head was spinning, her stomach fluttering, and her pussy was very much tingling. She did not know what to do.


She turned back inside and shut the door. “No.” She said dejectedly.


He looked at her for a moment, slowly lifted his glass and finished his drink. He set the glass back down onto the counter and said, “You let them kill you.”


He pushed off from the counter and walked towards the bed, loosening his tie on the way. He lifted the loop of fabric from off of his neck and tossed it near the pillows on the bed. He walked around the foot of the bed and sat down on the corner nearest to her. His presence before her made her swoon. His shoulders were set back with strength and pride, his eyes cut into her, as his cock hung over the edge invitingly.


She stepped nearer to him and sat down on the floor before him almost as quickly as a faint. Her heels went to the side of her thigh as she looked up needing to know his meaning.


“The only way to survive being INTERROGATED by a water-board,” He stressed. “Is to let them drown you. There is no way to survive if they are torturing you, but since there are many, many worse ways to be killed, it could almost be considered survival to die that way.”


“But how is it survival at all if you let them drown you, as you say?”

“Because interrogators won’t let you stay dead, torturers don’t care.”


“What is the difference if their methods are the same?”


“Their intent.” He said, staring down at her gorgeous body before him. He detested this game they were still playing and simply wished it would be over so he could have her. “Interrogators need the information in your head. Torturers are only in it for the pain.”


She understood now and smiled while raising herself to her knees. She walked forward on them and pushed her hands down the length of his thighs as she drew herself close to him. “I shall bend like a reed in the wind.” She said.


“What does that mean?”


But she did not answer. She lowered her face into his lap and drew his cock into her mouth. “Yes!” He thought to himself. She reached down with her hand and held his cock for herself as she licked and sucked it to its hardness. He grew quickly in her pouty lips. He had waited so long for this moment.


He put his hand to the side of her face and guided her head to the base of his shaft. “That’s it, baby, that feels so good.” She put her free hand up and gently pushed against his stomach so that he would lay back. He did, and her sucking intensified to an audible level as she sucked his cum up from his balls and into his shaft. “Keep sucking like that baby, and I will cum for you.” He said.


She raised her head but continued to jerk his cock. “Do you want to know what that quote means, John?”


“Yes.” He sighed.


“It means I shall not stand firm and break against your might. Instead, I shall submit to your will but only until you have spent your energy…” She said stroking him faster now. “Like what you said about the water-board, no?”


“Yes.”


“Can you still see the hour-glass John?”


He lifted his head, “Yes.”


“Do you see the sands have almost completed falling?”

“Yes.”


“This is your first phase reward, John, but remember, when you cum, this session is over. Do you want this reward John?”


“No.”


“Then say, please do not make me cum.”


“Please don’t make me cum.” He said.


“Say, Missy, please do not make me cum!” She acknowledged his strength while sapping it at the same time. He did not answer but reached to grab her hand. “Touch me again, and I will leave you and never look back!” She spat jerking faster now. “Do you see my mouth is not on your cock, waiting for your cum, John?” She asked finally.


“Missy, please don’t make me cum!” He begged.


“Bon!” She said and held his cock in place stopping her rhythm. John’s head collapsed back and he breathed out a sigh and in with a fresh lungful of air. But just as he did, Roxanne snatched up his cock as hard as she could. “You have angered me, John!” She said.


“I’m sorry!” He whimpered.


“Grab that tie.” She demanded. “Now put your wrists through the loop.” She said. “Now pull it tight with your teeth… Now give it here.” She released his cock only after she had a secure hold of his tie. She stepped quickly around the bed and drew his arms up over his head, so that he was cutting across the bed at an angle almost corner to corner. Then she quickly put a knot in the end of the tie, opened the nightstand drawer and jammed the tie and knot into it when she slammed it shut.


“Roll over!” She commanded. “I am your guest here and you treat me this way! I… am… so… disa… ppointed with you!” She said spanking his ass three or four times as hard as she could. When she was done John’s ass was bright red and her panties were soaked from her attraction to him.


She raised her hand one more time just because of how wet she was alone. John was laying face down with his head slumped between his twisted arms, he heard her body’s movement and knew another slap was coming. For months he had been joking with her about being in this moment in this position, but never did he think he would receive her hand in spanking and force him to shout out, “Missy, please don’t make me cum!” and mean it.


Upon those words, Roxanne’s body trembled with an instantaneous orgasm. She turned quickly and tried to walk it off without John noticing. She braced herself against the dresser and crossed her legs to pinch off the feelings in her pussy. When she was composed enough to speak she said, “This is the beginning of the Second Phase.” Then she tapped the last of the sands down into the bottom of the hour-glass and turned it over again, as she did she noticed her black bag next to the timer, and thinking she wouldn’t need it anymore: closed the lid and pushed it back.


She walked back to John and told him to roll over. When he did his hard cock flopped against his stomach. Roxanne saw a glint of pre-cum on his cockhead and knew he would never make it until the third phase. “Too bad,” She thought. “He has me in the mood for a good fucking!” She bit her lip, and decided to get hers before he was done.


“You did well to beg me hold my hand, John. I can see you are almost ready to cum. Do you think you will make it to the reward of cumming in my mouth?”


“Yes.”


“Yes, what?”


“Yes Missy, I’m gonna cum in your mouth!” He said smugly.


“Good, John, I applaud your determination.” She said, reaching back behind her and unzipping her capri pants. She rolled them off of her shapely hips and slid them down her legs to the floor. She stepped out of her wedges and climbed atop the bed sitting astride his stomach. His cock, hard and upright, pushed against the crack of her ass. He lifted his head to see her thin cocoa thighs beside his tan chest. She pushed her hands forward and ran her fingers through the hair on his chest. He could feel the damp heat of her crotch on his stomach and see a moist shadow in her light purple, silk and lace panties. “Would you like me to take my brassiere from off of my breasts?”


“Yes.” He almost gasped.

She stared straight into his eyes with a devilish smirk while reaching back beneath her shirt and unsnapping the hasp of her bra. She pushed her right shoulder out of her shirt and then pulled her arm from her sleeve and slid the strap off her wrist and pushed it back into her sleeve. She repeated it on the other side, and then pulled her chocolate-brown bra from the front of her shirt, leaving her firm full breasts sagging deeply into her tied-up linen shirt.


“That was some ninja-shit, right there!” John said admiring her technique. “I have never seen that done in such a tight shirt.”


“I knew you would like that, John.” She said reaching forward to place her finger into his sucking mouth. “Do you want to know how?” He nodded on her finger and then she pulled it back and drew a wet outline around her nipples making them erect and poke stiffly into the fabric. “I watched you watching me earlier, and I noticed that do not care for what is right in front of you. However, you turn and look for what is around you or hidden. I think you are excited by the effort and aroused by your imagination having to work a little, no?”


“Yes.”


“Yes, what?” she asked calmly.


“Yes Missy.”


“Thank you.” She said tenderly and leaned against his body to whisper softly in his ear. “That is the last time I will correct you about being polite and addressing me properly. Do you understand?”


“Yes Missy.”


“Bon!” She said, and then kissed him on the cheek. “You made me very wet in our excitement earlier, John. Would you like to taste my wetness?”

“Yes Missy.”

“Bon!” She said and slid her fingers into her panties only to bring them out all wet and glistening. She offered three fingers to his eager mouth. “Lick them nice and clean and I will give you some more. Do you want that?”


“Yes Missy.”


She lifted herself from off of his stomach onto her knees so he could clearly see her hand go into her panties, and watch her fingers massage and knead her pussy beneath the veil of fabric. She drew her hands out and offered them again to him like that twice more. “Do you like watching me play with my pussy, John?”

“Yes Missy.”


“Does your wife play with her pussy for you?”


“No Missy.”

“She thinks it dirty?”


“Yes Missy.”


“Do you ever ask her to do it for you?”


“Only when I’m behind her.”


“In the style of the dog?”


“Yes Missy.” He laughed.


“Do you like her to reach under and fondle your ball sack?”


“No Missy.” He said looking up into hers eyes now, his hands still stretched out past his head, bound by a tie and jammed into the nightstand drawer. “I think it is more distracting then pleasurable. I know that she doesn’t like me to watch her rub herself, so I ask her to do it when I can’t see her so she can enjoy herself and cum for us both, while I fuck her from behind.”


“I see.” She said wiping some juice and drool from off of his chin with her thumb. “If I let you up, are you going to behave now, John?”


“Yes Missy.”

“Bon!” She kicked her leg over him and stood on the floor near the bed and the nightstand. She un-jammed his tie, and had him follow her around the foot of the bed towards the armchair and ottoman beside the door.


“You are going to eat from my pussy now.”

“Yes Missy.”


“Remove my panties.” John knelt down beside her, reached his tied hands out and then one side at a time inched her panties down over her ass cheeks, before pulling them down her legs. She put her hand on his shoulder and stepped out of them. “Bring the chair here and put the back near the ottoman… Now sit across the chair, facing backwards… Now put your hands low through the hole in the back.” When he did, she grabbed his tie and knotted it to the cross-brace between the back legs. The top of the chair was snug against his chest and biceps.


Roxanne sat down on the edge of the ottoman and leaned her back flat against the seat of the armchair. “Begin.” She called out matter-of-factly. John leaned forward in the chair, tilting it down to her and counter balanced his weight with his legs. As his face drew up close to her, he breathed in her aroma, and lapped his tongue against the soft shaved mound of her pussy. She raised up her legs, placed her feet on his knees and spread her thighs wide for him.


He awkwardly leaned his face into her lap concentrating on his balance, more than the excitement of the act. He adeptly used his tongue where he would normally use his fingers. He licked a long stroke up the outside edge of her lips and dragged his tongue down around the other side, then a long flat hard lick up the center of her pussy ending with a flick-of-the-tongue on her clitty. She sighed and then moaned when his second clitty lick turned into a soft sucking nibble.


She crossed her wrists above her slit and held her lips apart for him to lick deeply into the pink wetness of her pussy. He nuzzled his mouth against the folds of her labia and tongued her clitty again and again. “Oui! Oui! Qu'il est, là, ne vous arrêtez pas!” She lifted her ass off of the ottoman and arched her bucking hips into his face. She grabbed his face and held it firm as she rubbed her pussy up and down on his mouth. She came forcefully and shuddered against him with each spasm of her body.


She released his head and lowered her hips back to the ottoman with a long blissful breath and sigh. “Très, très bien, John!” She said lazily biting on the tip of her finger. She put one foot against his shoulder and continued to rock him repeatedly back and forth against her pussy. She extended and flexed her leg back and forth so his face would hover and hold away from her then lick and lap on her.


After a while she pushed him all the way back so his chair was flat against the floor, and then she sat up, leaned forward and held his face to kiss him deeply. She laughed again after wiping some juice and drool from off of his chin with her thumb. Then she reached into the chair, past his tied arms and grabbed his cock to stroke it while they kissed. She rubbed herself and brought her wetness to his cock, so she could glide her hand on him smoothly.


“Does that feel good, John?”

“Yes Missy.”


“Does it make you want to come?”


“Yes Missy.” His dick throbbed in her hand with tight firmness.


“Do you want me to make you cum?”


His eyes were closed and his knee shook, but he tried to say he could go on. “…No Missy.” She did not believe him and knew he could go no further. She reached down, untied him from the chair, and walked towards the dresser.


“Come here.” She demanded, and he approached her after she did. “Remove my shirt.” He reached his tied hands out and loosened the knot in her shirt. The tales of the white linen parted and her voluptuous breasts fell freely. She turned for him to remove her shirt from her shoulders, and then again so she was facing him once more. “Kneel.”


“Yes Missy.” He said prostrating himself on both knees.


“Suck from my nipples.”


“Yes Missy.” She held his face to her bosom and he gently suckled from each nipple.

“The Sands of the hour-glass are now even, do you see?” She turned his head towards the dresser yet still hugged it tenderly to her breasts.


“Yes Missy.”


“I will give you hand release and allow you to cum on my breasts. Do you want this reward?”


“…No Missy.” He said quietly looking down.

She inched back and separated herself from him, and raised his chin so she could look into his eyes and speak clearly. “You will not make it to the next phase John. In this first session if you cum on your own between this offer and the next you will not be invited to another session with me. Rule #5: Do not cum without permission. Do you understand?”


“Yes Missy.”


“I shall not ask this again until the next turning of the hour-glass, do you accept this reward?”


John hung his head dejectedly. “Yes Missy.”

“Defeated, you are not, John. Hold up your hands.” He did so. “These bindings I now untie and free you from your constraints. Remain kneeling upon the free will your own. If you stand again you shall do so as a man of pride an honor, but this part of our friendship will no longer be open to you. If you remain kneeling before me; then you are a man of honor, choosing a path to follow on his own, and will acknowledge me properly as your Mistress. You must give yourself to me completely, without falseness, to receive a blessing of my knowledge. Do you accept me as your Mistress?”


He looked up into her eyes and never said anything more serious in his life. “Yes Mistress.”


“Bon!” She said, holding the side of his face with her left hand and then dragged the fingers of her right across herself and placed their wetness upon his head. “Now, Kiss the Pussy.”


He leaned forward and pressed his lips against hers, while she held his head and spoke. "Dès ce moment, je prendrai soin de vous, vous protège, et vous enseigner la sagesse qui a été enseigné à moi. A notre époque, seul, et dans ces scènes que nous partageons ensemble, mon ami, je vais amour et l'honneur de vous, même dans la mort."


John did not understand everything she said or what was going on completely, but he felt humbly honored to be included in it and a part of her life.


“I shall call you, “Argent”. Stand, Argent.”


John stood: his back straight and eyes looking evenly ahead. Roxanne stepped to him and tipped up higher on her bare feet so she could hold him in her arms and kiss him.


She stepped back into character and said sternly, “Now ask for your reward.”


He stood and almost calmly asked, “Mistress, may I please receive my reward.”


“Oui.” She kneeled before him and grabbed his cock in her hand; she slowly massaged him until he was rock hard. She spit onto him for lubrication and rubbed in the slickness so her hand slid smoothly along his shaft.


“Are you going to cum for me?”

“Yes Mistress.”


“You must ask for permission when you do.”

“I will Mistress.”

She glanced to the sand timer. Only a quarter of the sands remained in the top half of the hour-glass. “You almost made it to the next phase, Argent. Do you still want to cum in my mouth?”She asked jerking his cock slowly.

“More than anything, Mistress.” He said, holding on now for the possibility.


“When you are ready to cum for me, I will allow you to cum in my mouth on one condition.”


“Anything Mistress.” He said with a shallow breath, and then closed his eyes while she continued to stroke and talk.


“I will allow you to cum into my mouth if you look into my bag and describe what is there at the exact moment you are cumming, delay there must be not! If you do not do this, your reward will be: cumming on my breasts.”

“What’s the point of that?” He thought to himself, but out loud he asked, “There is something inside of Pandora’s Box: that I must describe, when I cum for you, Mistress?” He pulled the unzipped but closed bag close to the edge but did not look inside. “I am to ask your permission to cum and then flip this lid and simply say what I see and if I get it right you will swallow for me?”


“Oui. I will swallow your cum for you, John, when you immediately describe what is in there. It is what is inside there that would make me want to do this for you. It has only one name. Do you understand?”


“Yes Mistress.” He said, his mind racing at the simplicity of naming an object, “What can it be? She doesn’t want me to say it in French does she? How do you say dildo in French? Probably like, ‘Le coller’, ‘Le gode’ or someshit… man how the fuck am I supposed to think of something in French?” He was still in his head but not for long because Roxanne’s adept hands and fingers were now quickly bringing an end to their session. She could feel him stiffen and his nuts draw up tightly. She inched forward on her knees, sat back on her heels and prepared herself to receive his cum one way or another.


John could feel himself near closer and closer to the point of cumming. He placed his hand on the flap of the bag, then closed his eyes and waited until the very last second to ask permission to release his load. Suddenly he called out, “Mistress, may I please cum for you!?”

“Oui!”


John flipped the lid back and looked inside…


A drop of sweat hung frozen on his temple, as the contents of the bag shown up into his glaring eyes. His mind lurched abruptly and panicked trying to find the proper way so say what he saw. There before him was the squared off corners of an empty bag. “Nothing!” He said to himself as time stood still, his muscles already releasing all control over the cum shooting down the length of his cock, his brain screaming for an answer, “Empty! Like the fucking worthless shell of a marriage I am stuck in. Barren, meaningless, totally void of any thought or feelings! …Why? …Why? …Why would she do this to me? Why would she desire me to go through this torment and pain? What possible reason would she have to humiliate me like this? What could she possibly… what could she… possibly… desire… Desire: to want and be wanted by another.” He finished thinking and then shouted out assuredly, “Desire!” as his cum shot forth from his cockhead.
Roxanne’s mouth caught his cum and then swallowed his cock wholly.


“Desire!” He said again holding the sides of her head as he cum-pumped his hips and cock into her mouth shooting another spurt into the back of her throat. He bucked again, the hilt of his cock against her lips as she swallowed him deeply. She sighed and gasped, eagerly receiving his pent up frustrations. Never had he felt anything more for someone than for this friend now, knowing she would do that for him and make him feel the way he did at that moment.


“Desire.” He repeated once more to himself, as an epiphany of thought and fresh air breathed into his lungs and mind. Desire: everything that was missing in his marriage and everything he needed to find again if he was ever going to save it. “Where has our friendship gone?” He thought to himself, for his wife.


He fell back, as if taking a “Nestea plunge”, back onto the bed in a completely released and an exonerated deflation of all his troubles and all his worries and concerns. He stared blankly up to the ceiling, he had no more thoughts.

Roxanne, still on her knees, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. “Sacre bleu!” She cried out. “That WAS a big load of cum you saved for me, John! Dinner, I think I need not.”


Just then without so much as a knock, Luke walked in as casually as if invited. He summed up the scene in his head. Clothes strewn about, empty hour-glass on the dresser, Roxanne on her knees before John who was laid out in a cum-depleted coma. “But of course!” He remarked smugly, not even closing the door. He took a money clip from one pants pocket and transferred it in an open and obvious display to the other front pocket. “I have just one a bet… with myself! I knew he would never make it to the third phase.” Once again holding out his three fingers.


John was so spent he hardly moved, no need for embarrassment or guilt, he lifted himself up into a sitting position. After a moment he stood found his pants and pulled them up over his bare balls. “A regular Legionaire, this one, no?” Luke said to Roxanne with a point to him. John looked at him and then nodded towards the shredded remains of his underwear on the floor near Luke’s foot. “Ooh, I see! Good, Lord, my minet noir, I am surprised he made it this far!”

John was looking for Roxanne’s pants and shirt when he noticed someone standing in the doorway. He motioned for Luke look to shut the door, but instead he stepped clear of the entrance so that they could actually have a better view of Roxanne, still naked, still on her knees. She stood without shame and effortlessly posed in a seductively straightforward manner. There in the doorway was a young teenage boy with wet hair, wet shorts, and creamy whiteness dripping from his fingers making a small little puddle at his bare feet. He stood staring at Roxanne.

“Luke!” John called out.


Luke’s head wobbled as if physically weighing out two points of a discussion in his head. “If you have $5 Dollars,” He said finally, “I will let you come in and watch her get dressed.”


“But,” The boy stammered, “I just spent it on my ice cream cone!”


“Too bad.” Luke said tossing the door shut in his face, and then turning to the others, “Come come, get dressed we mustn’t delay. Roxanne is scheduled at the club in less than two hours and we have to eat dinner.”


“We still have to shower!” John said.


“Nonsense,” Luke said. “Let the other strippers smell the cologne of pussy on your face, they will respect you more for it. I am sure Roxanne will tell them how good you are, won’t you Roxanne?”


“Oui, it’s true!” She had already pulled one of her little G-strings on, and was stepping back into her capri’s. John didn’t argue any more and simply followed suit. Soon he and Roxanne were dressed as before, though slightly more disheveled.


“Did she give you a nickname, John?” Luke asked throwing the strap of Roxanne’s bag over his shoulder.

“Urgent.”


“No.” Roxanne laughed as the three headed for the door. “Argent!”


“But of course!” Luke said looking at John, and then to ease his confusion, “It means, money, John. You are too wrapped up in not having enough. Don’t worry you shall live vicariously through some of mine tonight.” The small group exited the room and walked through the courtyard and headed towards the parking lot. Roxanne walked between them both with her arms around each of their backs. “Come,” Luke said. “Let us be like Humphrey Bogart and walk off into our friendship…”


John, walked along thinking to himself, “Fucking French!”