Mike’s Mom’s Friend

“Gentle reader,

Many readers of “Massaging Mike”s Mom” have encouraged me to write a sequel. Here it is. If you like this theme, let me know – there”s more where this one came from. Send email to the link below.”

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Several days after the experience I reported in “Massaging Mike”s Mom,” Judy Johnson (Mike”s Mom) sent me the following email:

“Dear Ben,

I hope you don”t mind if I write to you. I really enjoyed our little “contest” the other day. As I said, I admire your self-control – so rare in so young a man. I had fun putting it to the test!

The reason I”m writing is to ask you a favor. I was telling an old friend about our experience. Her name is Bonnie, and we”ve known each other a long time. In fact, we were roommates in college almost twenty years ago.

Bonnie has a problem. She married a fine man – actually, Jerry was her boyfriend back in college, so they”ve been married nearly 20 years, and she never really dated anyone else seriously. She and Jerry have a great relationship and a great life together. So, you ask, what”s the problem? Well . . . how do I put this discretely . . . Jerry is not in the “hung like a horse” department. Although I”ve never seen him naked, Bonnie says he is really very tiny “down there.” She says they have a good sex life, they love each other, and are totally committed to each other. However, and here”s the problem, Bonnie has become obsessed during the past couple of years with large penises . . . the bigger the better. She fantasizes about having an affair, but she doesn”t want to hurt Jerry or risk her marriage. Even if she did, she wouldn”t know how to, shall we say, “inspect the merchandise” before getting involved. All she really wants is to see, touch, and feel a huge penis. She hopes that will satisfy her curiosity and make the obsessive fantasies go away before they lead her into doing something she”ll regret.

So, are you getting an idea about where you might come into the picture? I had mentioned to her that you are eleven inches long, and she almost gasped – kind of like I did when you rolled over during our massage and I saw your “horse” the first time – it”s quite an animal! She asked me if I thought you would mind if she just looked at your horse, and maybe petted it a little. I thought you might be willing to do that, as a favor to me and to Bonnie. She worried that you might get aroused and aggressive and pushy, like a lot of men do. I told her I expected you would get aroused, since you are normal healthy young man, but was sure you wouldn”t get pushy – I told her about our “contest” and how you were able to control yourself so well.

Anyway, that”s why I”m writing. If you”re interested, and willing to be “used” in this way, let me know and I”ll set up a meeting here at my house, out by the pool where we met before. Bonnie lives several miles away, but I”m sure she would drive here if you would let her pet your horse!

Bye,

Judy

P.S. Bonnie is really cute. I think you would like her. She”s like me in the “top” department, probably even a little bigger. You seemed to enjoy that part of me!”

Needless to say, I was interested. Here is my reply email:

“Dear Mrs. Johnson (Judy),

Thanks for your note. I had fun too.

I wouldn”t mind helping out your friend Bonnie. If it would help her stay happy in her marriage, I”m willing to let her use my “horse”, as you put it, any way she would like.

Tomorrow afternoon would be good for me. How about 1:30? Just let me know by reply email, and I”ll be there.

Ben”

Later that afternoon I got another email from Judy saying she had spoken to Bonnie and the time was good.

I could hardly keep from masturbating for the next 24 hours, remembering Judy”s fantastic body and the incredible excitement she caused by teasing my cock nearly to the point of spurting, then backing off before teasing it some more. But I wanted to be fully “primed” for this adventure with her and her friend Bonnie. So, I kept my hands off my horse. I just hoped Bonnie was good looking, although I couldn”t dare to hope that she was as attractive as Judy.

At exactly 1:30 the next afternoon I walked around the side of the Johnson residence, alongside the bushes and through the tall wooden gate into their secluded back yard and pool area. There I met Judy and Bonnie. Judy was right – Bonnie was a hottie, more petite than Judy and, by the looks of them, had boobs about the same size or even larger. They were in bikinis, although Bonnie”s was more modest than Judy”s skimpy one.

“Hi Ben, thanks for coming. I”d like you to meet my old friend, Bonnie.” We shook hands politely and formally, which seemed odd, considering what we would be doing soon.

Judy offered me a beer, which I accepted. Just like when I was there the last time, she bent over at the waist to pour the beer into my glass, letting me gaze at her fabulous hanging breasts, barely supported by her tiny bikini top. I could see between them, all the way to her thighs. She glanced at me teasingly as she poured, saying softly, “Like the view?” I”m sure the hungry look on my face answered her question. She took her time, letting me stare shamelessly. She looked down at my crotch to confirm the desired effect, then playfully looked back into my eyes.

When we were all seated, Judy launched the conversation. “As you both know, I”ve acted as a “match-maker” to get you two together. Ben, you understand that Bonnie is only interested in satisfying her curiosity about well-hung men. She”s not here to have an affair. Your ability to stay passive while I teased you mercilessly last week impressed me. I invited you here because I trust that you”ll be able to let her call all the shots, and not pressure her with your own sexual needs. Are you sure you”ll be able to stay passive today, too?”

“Yes, I am, Mrs. Johnson . . err, I mean, Judy. I pride myself on always being in control of myself. You have nothing to worry about. If I can help Bonnie, I”ll be glad to do anything I can.”

Bonnie added, “Ben, I don”t know how to thank you for this. Judy told you about the obsession I”ve had for the last few years about large penises. This is really embarrassing. I”m very happy in my marriage, and the last thing I want to do is mess that up. I hope that by having some, shall we say, “hands on” experience with yours, the obsession will go away. Judy said your penis is eleven inches long, is that right? That”s incredible!”

“Well, it is when it”s erect,” I replied. But it”s only about 6 or 7 inches soft.”

“Only six or seven when it”s soft!” Bonnie exclaimed. My husband”s is only about four inches when erect, and it”s just a button when soft. He”s a good lover, and he”s a handsome, wonderful man. He”s just small . . . down there.”

After a few more minutes of getting acquainted, Judy took the lead. “Well, Ben, whenever you”re comfortable, how about taking your clothes off so Bonnie can finally see what we”re talking about?”

I felt really nervous about getting naked in front of these two women, especially since I had only met Bonnie a few minutes earlier. But, since that was what we were here for, I decided the sooner the better.

“OK,” I gulped, downing the rest of my beer. “I”m as ready as I”ll ever be.” I removed my sandals, stood up, pulled my t-shirt over my head, and began nervously fumbling with the snap of my shorts. I finally got it loose, and let my shorts fall down around my ankles. I stepped out of them, standing totally naked in front of Judy and Bonnie, who remained seated. I tried to stand in a relaxed posture, hands by my sides, but was really nervous. The erection I had when I was staring at Judy”s boobs while she was pouring my beer was totally gone.

“Wow!” gasped Bonnie, looking at my six inch dangling cock, but trying not to stare. My nervousness kept me from getting hard. “Do you mind if I just look at it a minute?”

“That”s OK, Bonnie. You can look all you want” I replied. It felt really weird to be ogled. But it was also exciting to be admired. With that permission, she glued her eyes to my genitals.

“Ben, how about twisting your body back and forth, making your horse flop from side to side?” suggested Judy. I complied, rotating my torso back and forth quickly, causing my cock to slap against my upper thighs. Bonnie was mesmerized, unable to take her eyes off my swinging meat.

“Bonnie, would you like to touch?” asked Judy, in her role as facilitator.

“Uh . . . yes, I think so,” Bonnie replied hesitantly.

“Ben, put your hands on top of your head, and stand closer in front of Judy. Move your legs wide apart, too, so she can see and feel your scrotum if she wants to” Judy instructed.

Again, I complied, stepping forward toward Bonnie, who was seated in a deck chair. As I stood with my cock only a foot or two from Bonnie”s face, I began to relax. It was such a turn-on for this knock-out woman to be so fascinated with my cock and balls. I stood still for several moments, as Bonnie slowly raised her hand.

“It”s . . . it”s OK if I touch it?” she asked hesitantly. “You won”t mind?” She was now more nervous than I was.

“It”s OK,” I replied. “Touch and feel it any way you want. I”m here to satisfy your curiosity.”

Bonnie reached out and lightly touched the skin of my shaft. She lightly patted it, as if she were petting an actual horse.

Her hands moved toward my balls, which are also exceptionally large and hang low and loose. My legs were wide apart, so they hung free in the open air. “Can I touch these, too?” Bonnie asked. “I don”t want to hurt you.”

“Sure,” I repeated.

“I”ve never seen anything like them. They remind me of a bull I saw once on a ranch.” She reached under my balls and gently lifted them, then pushed them to the side and watched them swing back.

I was becoming less nervous now. My cock began to swell. Noticing my swelling, Bonnie wrapped her hand around it. It quickly grew to full size, stretching her hand.

“Wow, it”s so huge!” Bonnie exclaimed, in awe of what she held in her hand. She began to stroke it slowly, up and down, exploring the hard shaft sliding under the skin. “Let me know if I make you too aroused,” she said. “I don”t want you to feel uncomfortable.”

“Like Judy said,” I answered, “I have total self-control. You don”t have to worry about me getting so aroused that I can”t control it.”

“Is this how you masturbate?” She slowly stroked my cock more deliberately, up and down.

“Well, . . . uh . . . yeah, I guess so,” I stammered. I feel very shy and private about jerking off.

My shyness seemed to embolden Bonnie. She began to pump me more assertively. “Do you masturbate slowly like this . . .” – she moved with steady strokes – “or faster, like this?” She sped up, glancing up at my face with a sly grin, clearly beginning to relax and enjoy teasing me.

“Uh, well, . . either way, I guess.” I was embarrassed about having my masturbation habits openly discussed with this woman I had only met a few minutes ago.

“Do you ever do it really, really, fast, like this?” Bonnie started pumping her hand furiously, pounding my cock from top to bottom. My balls were flopping wildly, slapping audibly against her hand on the downstroke. My balls were aching almost unbearably from her abuse, but I said nothing so Bonnie could fulfill her curiosity.

“Yes,” I admitted through clenched teeth, feeling an orgasm beginning to form.

“How”s your self-control doing?” she asked tauntingly.

“I”m ok for a little while,” I replied, hoping I could hold out.

“Oh, yeah!?” said Bonnie, playfully, as she pumped even more furiously, with long strokes, top to bottom. “How long do you think you could control this!?” she teased. She was obviously having fun now.

Then she stopped suddenly, removed her hands, and sat back in her chair, watching my pulsing cock bouncing in the air for few moments. “Would you have an orgasm if I kept doing that?”

“Well, yeah, I guess so,” I admitted shyly, catching my breath.

“I thought you had self-control!” she continued taunting me.

“I couldn”t keep from having an orgasm if you keep doing that, but I can control how I act. You don”t have to worry about me getting pushy or anything.”

“Ben, I really appreciate that,” Bonnie said, her voice softening. “I need to feel safe with you.” After a short pause, she asked, “Do you promise to tell me before you come?”

“OK,” I promised.

“Besides, I don”t want to embarrass you by making you have an orgasm in front of me, if you don”t want to. After all, we hardly know each other.”

I didn”t know what to say. I dearly hoped to have an orgasm, but had committed myself to letting her decide when, how, and even if that was going to happen. I reminded myself that my job was nothing more than to let her explore her curiosity about a man with a big cock. I wasn”t there to pursue satisfaction of my own sexual needs.

Bonnie then turned her attention to my balls, hanging low between my legs. “These things are as big as golf balls!” she exclaimed. She flitted them side to side, watching them swing, then grabbed them roughly in a firm grip with both hands.

“It”s exciting to have a man by the balls!” Bonnie exclaimed playfully, increasing pressure, pulling them down and away from my body. As she did so, my cock was also pulled down so that it was about horizontal. As she moved her head closer and to the side to look more closely at my balls, the head of my cock lightly brushed against her cheek.

“Oh, I”m sorry!” she exclaimed, jerking her head back. “I didn”t mean for it to touch my face. It”s just that it sticks out so far! I hope that didn”t bother you, Ben.”

“No problem,” I smiled. I thought about my cock being tantalizingly close to her mouth and imagined how her lips would feel wrapped around it.

Judy had been sitting back, just watching. “Ben, would you like to lie on your back on the pad awhile? You might be more comfortable and Bonnie can explore your horse more easily.”

Nodding, I got down on my back and clasped my fingers behind my head so I wouldn”t be too tempted to reach out and touch Bonnie”s hot body. Those breasts were nearly irresistible, although her modest bikini covered most of them.

“That”s it,” Judy said. “Now spread your legs apart a bit, and bend your knees so Bonnie can get at your balls if she wants to.”

“Judy, feel free to join in, if you want,” invited Bonnie. “There”s plenty here for both of us!” playfully referring to my eleven inch cock, proudly standing at attention in front of the two women.

Judy and Bonnie each sat cross-legged beside me, knees resting on either side of my body, both able to comfortably reach my exposed, vulnerable genitals. They fondled and massaged my cock for several minutes, lifting my sore balls, moving them around inside their sack. I remained completely silent and passive as the two women chatted. It was as if they were both inspecting an interesting toy or doll. They would take turns gripping my cock, sliding its skin up and down. They experimented with two hands, three hands, and even all four of their hands. My cock was long enough for their four small hands to grasp it at the same time, pumping up and down. My pre-cum flowed out and down around my head, making the top few inches of my pole slick. I could feel an orgasm beginning to form.

“I promised to warn you if I got close to coming,” I croaked. “I can”t take much more of that.” My throat was tight with the tension of impending orgasm.

With that, both women removed their hands, leaned back, and watched my throbbing cock, fascinated. “It looks so powerful,” commented Bonnie, in awe. “I really like having control over this huge male cock that wants to erupt. I like knowing that I”m in charge of it, that it”s not in charge of me. I always imagined that a big cock would rape me, that it would attack me with its masculine power. This huge cock is frightening, with its potential for overpowering me and hurting me. It”s like I a hungry tiger in a cage. But it can”t reach me. It can”t attack me, no matter how much I taunt and tease it. I can show the tiger my flesh, and make it want desperately to eat me. But it can”t. I”m in control.” Bonnie almost seemed like she was in a trance as she voiced her fears and her fantasy.

Bonnie raised up on her knees, straddled my left thigh, and shoved her knee into my groin. She thrust her breasts toward me, shaking them from side to side, the bikini top barely keeping them contained. “Hey, tiger, I bet you want to eat these, don”t you! Are you hungry?” With one hand she reached down and pumped my cock, with the other she lifted and thrust her breasts in my direction. “I bet you”d like to rape me with this monster male cock, wouldn”t you? Well, you can”t. I”m in control, here. You can”t hurt me! I”ve got you in a cage! I”m safe from you, no matter how hungry I make you! And I”m going to make you very, very hungry – because I can! I”m a woman, and I have power!”

Bonnie”s tone was half-playful and half-deadly serious. I sensed that she may have been sexually assaulted at some time in her past. This made me even more determined to allow her to have complete control.

Then Judy interjected, “OK, Bonnie, let”s take total control over this hungry tiger. Here”s the deal, Ben. If you start to have an orgasm without telling us, we”ll stop immediately and you”ll be on your own to finish it – I see how shy you are about masturbating, so I don”t think you would want that. Give us control over when you ejaculate, and we MAY give you a complete and satisfying orgasm – IF we feel like it. But it would be when WE say, not when YOU want it. Cooperate with us, and you have a chance. If you don”t cooperate, you have no chance. That”s the deal, take it or leave it.” I knew Judy was setting me up for another contest of wills, like the first time we were here together, the previous week.

“I understand” I said, accepting the challenge but not really having a choice in the matter.

“And there”s one more part of the deal,” continued Judy. You”ve got to keep your hands behind your head at all times. If you move them, the deal is off and you”re on your own. You”ll either have to go home frustrated, or masturbate in front of us. That would be really humiliating, wouldn”t it?” She raised the ante.

“OK” I agreed. Again, the terms of the deal were being dictated to me.

“This is so cool!” exclaimed Bonnie. “We women get to be in total control of this monster cock, uh, I mean penis!”

“No, Bonnie, not WE. YOU get to be in total control,” Judy clarified. “This is YOUR adventure. YOU get to decide when, and IF, this monster cock gets relief – if the tiger gets to eat. It”s completely up to you. And you can use all your female powers to make it desperately hungry, to make it beg you for mercy, for a morsel of food. And, you”ve got plenty of time – all afternoon. There”s no rush. By the way, it”s OK to call it a cock!”

With that empowerment, Bonnie grasped my swollen meat with both hands and slowly pumped up and down. “Do you want it now, big guy?!” she taunted. “Do you want me to let you spurt?”

“Oh, yes!” I replied hoarsely. “Please. I”m getting close again.”

Bonnie immediately let go, sat back, giggling. “Not yet, tiger. I”ll let you come when I”m ready to, and not before.” She gleefully watched my throbbing cock bouncing in the air, my pulse surging through it, relishing her power over the tormented huge cock that hungered for her mercy.

“Looks like the horse has worked up a sweat,” observed Judy, switching animals. “Maybe we should let it cool down awhile. Ben, you seemed to enjoy seeing my breasts last week. Would you like for Judy and me to get topless?”

“Uh, huh” was all I could mutter, in my state of nearly unbearable tension. I was aching to see their breasts, now hiding behind bikini tops.

When they got back to their towels Heather still had John’s come smeared on her neck and matted in her hair. She lay on her stomach in a daze and John put oil on her back while telling her he loved her more than she could know. All the while he was looking at her red, hand-printed ass. He continued massaging her and a few minutes later he saw that she was pushing her groin into the towel. He could hardly believe it, but she was achy with desire again.

“Okay baby,” he chuckled, “let’s head back to the room.” Heather moaned her agreement.

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Within a minute of their arrival to their room they were making love again. This time they were slow and amorous with each other, taking their time, looking into each other’s eyes. John cradled his wife in his arms and she whispered how much she loved him. As they moved against each other John put two fingers into her mouth and watched as she sucked them in deeply. After so much sex that day, John had been only semi-hard inside her, but when she sucked his fingers he became stiff as steel. It took only a minute before they came together.

For the rest of the afternoon they didn’t say much about their beach experience. Heather didn’t mention the man hiding by the palm trees and neither did John. They didn’t talk about good looking Frisbee players or anal sex or spanking. Instead, they had a big lunch at the little shack by the beach and laughed about kooky things that had happened during their wedding reception. Later they played ping pong by the pool and then had a few drinks at one of the resort’s outdoor bars.

Much later, after dinner and more drinks, John got up the gumption to say how much he’d loved seeing Heather suck his fingers in the room, that when she did it he was pretending she was sucking another guy as he made love to her, and that that’s what had made him come.

Heather blushed. She sipped her wine. She looked away. She bit her lip.

Then she whispered she would do whatever made him happy.

“No deal,” Heather snapped back, “I want every stitch you”re wearing.”

“Please, not here” Miss Grey pleaded, now it was her turn to beg and she did not like it.”

“Right here, this instant,” Heather ordered making the most of her new found power over her former boss. “or you”ll never see your shop records again.”

Miss Grey hung her head in defeat, she knew there was no way out of this and she put her shopping down on the ground and then dropped her shoulder bag next to it. With shaking hands she began to remove her business suit jacket and as she slipped it off her arms Heather said, “Put all the clothes on the car bonnet for now”; so dejectedly Miss Grey did so.

Now it was her turn to look around nervously as she kicked off her shoes and then reached up under her skirt and with some difficulty wriggled her tights down over her hips. Bending over she pulled then down to her ankles and then off of her feet before placing them on the car bonnet. Heather watched with a trace of amusement as clearly she was removing first the garments that exposed her the least. Maybe she was hoping Heather wouldn”t make her go all the way, but it was a vain hope. Miss Grey then looked around again before undoing the waist of her skirt and stood there holding it up until Heather prompted her from behind the litter bin to “Get on with it”

Miss Grey then allowed the skirt, to fall to the ground revealing her slender lightly tanned legs in the process. Stepping out of it and then picking it up to place on the car bonnet she managed not to reveal her knickers due to the length of her blouse. She stopped again at this point, bare feet on the tarmac and looked round carefully before starting to undo the buttons of her blouse. Once they were all done she undid the cuff buttons and then took it off to leave her in just bra and panties. As the blouse landed on the car Heather tried to stifle a giggle as Miss Grey”s underwear was revealed to the world. Heather had always imagined that her former boss would wear very plain old fashioned underwear beneath her business suits yet her disrobing now left her displaying a bright red matching set of very skimpy lace trimmed silk bra and knickers. To Heather they seemed somewhat out of character for this prim and proper woman.

Miss Grey was now extremely nervous, things had gone badly wrong for her, the humiliation of Heather had been great but now the tables were turned her stomach was churning.

“Can I keep these?” she begged of Heather in a last ditch attempt to keep her bra and panties.

“NO!” Heather answered in a commanding voice, ” you stripped me, now its your turn.”

Miss Grey knew she had no choice, and as her face burned red with embarrassment she undid and removed her bra which made her small pert breasts start to jiggle as she did so. Placing the garment on the car bonnet she then pulled her knickers down and off and hurriedly put them on the car bonnet before almost immediately crouching down behind her car. Heather wasted no time and came out from behind the bin and over to the front of the car. She picked up Miss Grey”s clothes and began to put them on. In a matter of minutes she was attired in the business suit that her former boss had been wearing a few moments earlier, it was a size too big but fitted quite well and was far better than being naked. The bra she had decided was of little use to her, Miss Grey was considerably less well developed in that area than she was, so once she had put the shoes on, which were also a size too big, she went and put it in the bin. A feeling of triumph filled as she casually strolled back over to the car and walked round to the side where Miss Grey was cowering.

She looked down at the naked woman and gloated. Miss Grey was on her knees, arms across her chest looking down at the tarmac, her long black hair hung down obscuring her face.

“Not very nice being stripped is it?” Heather asked

“No,” Miss Grey replied in a whisper without looking up.

“No indeed,” Heather continued, “And I think you deserve to be left here like you were going to do to me.”

This caused Miss Grey to look up in fear

“N..n..oooo!” she howled which made Heather laugh.

“Why not?” Heather asked enjoying every second of Miss Grey begging on her knees.

“Y.yy. you can”t, I mean, woul… please,” Miss Grey stammered close to panic.

“Of course I wouldn”t,” Heather relented watching relief flood across Miss Grey”s face, “You can ride in the boot.”

Miss Grey was about to protest but then thought better of it and under Heather”s direction she climbed into the boot and was still trying to get her naked body comfortable as the tailgate was slammed shut. Heather looked round briefly just to see if anybody had noticed what was happening but there was still nobody near so she walked over to where Miss Grey had put down her bags. Picking up the shoulder bag Heather rummage in it until she found a bunch of keys. She soon identified the car key and picking up Miss Grey”s shopping made her way to the car. Despite the boot being open the doors were still locked so she unlocked them with the key and threw the bags across onto the passenger seat. But then instead of getting in she crouched down and reached under the car. Several minutes later she had retrieved all Miss Grey”s business records from their hiding place under the car and put them on the back seat. Now it was her who was humming contentedly as she got in and in a short space of time was driving out of the supermarket car park.

Heather’s Last Day Part 3

As Heather drove towards her home she stopped humming as the feeling of triumph began to fade and she started to wonder what to do next. She had successfully turned the tables on Miss Grey, now locked naked in her car boot, but didn”t know what her next move was going to be. As she wracked her brains it occurred to her that Miss Grey had fully intended to leave her stranded naked at the supermarket and she began to feel more than a little bit angry. Then she got stuck in the last of the evening traffic which always made her angry so by the time she turned onto the road that crossed the local park she was in a particularly foul mood. Half way across the Park which was more of a Common, due to there being very few trees, she saw the large car park that was provided for recreational purposes. At weekends it was usually full of families out for walks, people exercising their dogs and so on but on a dark mid week evening it was empty. A sudden flash of inspiration crossed Heather and she swung the car sharp left into the car park and then drove to the corner furthest from the road where she stopped and turned off the engine. She was about to get out when she saw Miss Grey”s shopping on the seat next to and out of some strange sort of curiosity she could not resist seeing what was in it. Picking it up she opened it and saw that it contained only a loaf of bread, some eggs and a large bag of flour. Heather became annoyed again, Miss Grey had deliberately left her in the supermarket car park and spent ages in the shop just to humiliate her further.

“The bitch,” she muttered as she opened the car door, got out, and strode purposely round to the rear of the car. Pulling the tailgate up she looked into back of the car and saw Miss Grey lying there illuminated only by the small boot light.

“Heather!” Miss Grey began.

“Shut up,” Heather snapped, “And get out of the car.”

“Please Heather,” Miss Grey whined, “Can I have some clothes?”

“No you can”t, Miss Grey,” Heather replied curtly, “There”s only one set and I”m keeping them.”

“Oh!” Miss Grey moaned

“And while I remember,” Heather continued, “You can call me Miss Graham from now on,” Heather smiled as Miss Grey nodded in acknowledgement.

“Good,” she added and then a thought struck her. “What”s your first name? Calling you Miss Grey seems a little inappropriate in your current situation.”

“Susan,” Miss Grey whispered, somewhat fearful of Heather.

“Right then, Susan, get out of this car.”

Miss Grey slowly and stiffly extracted herself from the car boot and finally stood in front of Heather. Despite the near darkness she still tried to cover herself as she looked about.

“Where are we, Heath… I mean Miss Graham?” she corrected herself.

“In the middle of the park, Susan,” Heather answered making sure she emphasized the name Susan. After all she had never know Miss Grey”s first name all the time she had worked for her.

“Why are we h.. h.. here,” Miss Grey stuttered knowing that she was not going to like the answer.

“Because this is as far as you’re going by car,” Heather told her.

“NO!” Miss Grey cried and dropped to her knees in front of Heather.

“Yes,” Heather answered amused by the desperate look on her face. “You can walk from here, I take it you know the way to my house?”

Miss Grey pleaded and begged. “You can”t make me walk to your house naked,” she wailed and started to cry. Normally Heather would have felt some sympathy, but the naked, tearful woman grovelling in front of her had earlier stripped her and then planned to leave her naked at the supermarket. Miss Grey would have shown her no mercy if she hadn”t managed to gain the upper hand so she had no intention of letting her off the hook now. Heather looked down.

“Shut up and listen,” she ordered and Miss Grey still sniffing gazed up at her through tearful eyes, “and don”t interrupt!” she finished.

A small moan came from Miss Grey before Heather went on.

“You walk to my flat where I will leave your car, and business records, outside, I”ll leave the keys on top of the driver’s side front tyre so you don”t have to come knocking. Understand?”

“Yes Miss Graham,” Miss Grey replied and then added more desperately,

“Please can I have something to wear? Anything, please.”

“Anything?” Heather teased her

“Yes anything,” Miss Grey nodded in agreement.

“Hang on a second,” Heather replied and went round to the passenger side of the car as Miss Grey”s hopes soared that she might get some clothing after all. Heather returned moments later carrying the shopping bag. Miss Grey still on her knees watched in puzzlement as Heather put the bag on the car roof and took out the eggs. She opened the carton took one out and quick as a flash broke it over Miss Grey”s head.

“Noo” Miss Grey squealed as the raw egg ran down her hair. She instinctively put her hands on her head and they of course got covered as well.

“Please, stop!” Miss Grey begged as the second egg broke over her head closely followed by the third. She shook her head wildly which just spread the goo further. By the time the sixth and last had been broken over Miss Grey the raw eggs were running down her body and she didn”t help matters by trying, in a futile effort, to wipe them off with her hands. In actual fact all she succeeded in doing was to spread it even more as she howled, “You cow.”

“Language,” Heather tutted, as she picked up the bag of flour and without Miss Grey seeing, moved up wind of her She then ripped opened the packet and emptied the contents over the forlorn Miss Grey”s head and quickly stepped back as the flour settled.

Miss Grey screamed in horror as the flour stuck to all the raw egg on her body.

“Oh god,” she cried and shook her head causing more of the flour to fall and coat her body, “You rotten fucking bitch.”

This momentarily startled Heather as she looked down at the flour and egg covered Miss Grey, she had never heard her swear before.

“Well, you wanted something to wear,” she laughed as Miss Grey began to struggle to her feet. Heather slipped by her and got into the car; quickly starting the engine she spun the wheel and headed back to the main road.

“Don”t forget” she called, “I”ll leave the car outside my flat,” and drove off

“Come back,” Miss Grey cried and tried to run after the car. But she stopped, knowing it was hopeless, and watched in despair as it joined the traffic and disappeared. Miss Grey, who had started the day as a confident well dressed business woman was now dumped naked, covered in flour and eggs in the middle of a park. She sank to the ground and beat the car park with her fists in frustration.

Miss Grey knelt there for about ten minutes by which time she had regained her composure and to some extent her clinical business mind so as she finally hauled herself to her feet she was able to assess her situation. She reckoned it was about two miles to Heather”s flat, about a mile through the park and another mile through a housing estate. The first bit was easy, it being dark and there was unlikely to be anybody else in the park, whilst the second half through the estate she didn”t fancy at all. She also considered what she was going to do about getting even with Heather but then concluded that she, herself, had started the events that led to her being in this mess. Therefore she decided the beat course of action was to get to her car, get dressed and go home. Once there she could get cleaned up and forgetting all about Heather would probably be for the best.

She set off across the park, keeping some distance from the still moderately busy main road. She made good progress, although she frequently winced or cursed as her bare feet came into contact with a rock or twig. Being a dark cloudy night she couldn”t see very well but knew that conversely nobody would be able to see her. It was only as she approached the edge of the park that she started to become self conscious and involuntarily started to crouch more as she walked and cover herself with her hands and arms. As she got close to the road at the edge of the park Miss Grey realized she had come out at more or less the right place, she recognized the corner shop where one had to turn to get to Heather”s flat. A car pulled away from it as she watched and even several minutes later there was no other sign of activity so she decided it was now or never. She moved closer to the road and the shop until she was hiding behind the last tree there was and only about 50 yards away. Still nothing seemed to be happening so she took a deep breath and came out from behind the tree. She adopted a crouching sort of run with an arm across her breasts but had barely covered 15 yards when she tripped over something and fell head first into a pile of leaves. Miss Grey quickly regained her feet, only to find she now had dead leaves stuck to her as well as flour and eggs. She cursed Heather as she ran.

She reached the edge of the park and was half way across the road when to her horror two youths walked out of the shop. She stopped dead in a tracks right in the middle of the road, frozen to the spot, almost like a deer caught in car headlights. She stood there motionless watching the youths as they opened the tins of beer they had just bought. Both in jeans and tee shirts with close cropped hair they were not the types Miss Grey would have wanted to tangle with even if she was fully clothed One of the youths raised his tin and tipped his head back to take a swig but as he did he caught sight of the naked flour covered women stood in the road. He stopped dead and stared which resulted in him pouring a fair proportion of the contents of his tin down his front. He thought he must be seeing things at first but the damp feeling down his tee shit brought him to his senses and he nudged his mate without taking his eyes off of Miss Grey. The nudge caused the other youth to spill his beer.

“What the fu….” he shouted and then stopped as he saw Miss Grey.

At this point Miss Grey instinctively decided it was time to go and took to her heels and ran. The two youths immediately gave chase, they didn”t really know why, it just seemed the right thing to do and after all it wasn”t every day you came across a naked woman. Miss Grey ran as fast as she could she ran down several roads turning the corners at the end of them in an attempt to lose her pursuers. She could hear them calling after her which just spurred her on and it wasn”t long before the cries began to get fainter Eventually she dodged into a garden and hid behind a hedge. Gasping for breath she tried not to make too much noise whilst at the same time listening for the youths. Fortunately for her they were two hopelessly unfit specimens and had given up the chase several minutes before Miss Grey came to a halt. Once she was convinced they were not following she carefully came out from her hiding place and looked around. Anxiety began to gnaw at her as she made her way to the end of the road she was in and looked for the name of it. She found it and read it with ever growing despair. “Bristol Avenue” it said and it dawned on Miss Grey that she had no idea where she was. She knew the way to Heather”s house from the shop but that was it, she had been so preoccupied with losing the youths she had taken no notice whatsoever of where she was going. She decided to retrace her steps to the shop thinking that she would be able to find her way back from there so she set off in what she thought was the right direction.

Seconds later a car appeared and she quickly crouched down behind a parked van until it had passed. Miss Grey never got to the shop, for two hours she trailed around the streets not really knowing where she was, frequently hiding from passing cars and occasionally even having to avoid the odd pedestrian. She was tired cold and hungry and her feet were very sore when she came to yet another road end. Mournfully she looked for its name, “Clifford Road” her half numb brain registered as she started to cross to carry on along the road she was already on. Then it struck her and she looked again just to be sure, “Clifford Road”, that was where Heather lived!

With renewed vigour she set off down the road looking for her car, knowing that Heather lived in about the middle. Miss Grey had never felt so relieved as when she spied her car parked outside Heather”s house. She ran up to the car and crouching down went round to the drivers side front wheel arch where she felt on top of the tyre. This was where Heather had said she would leave the keys and it was a relief when she felt them. She grabbed them and still crouching opened the car door before slipped inside. Before pulling the door shut she had a quick look round the interior whilst the light was still on.

“Shit!” she said out loud to herself when she realized that Heather hadn”t left her clothes. Pulling the door closed she toyed with the idea of going up to Heather”s flat to see if she could persuade Heather to give her them back. Then she thought it was unlikely Heather would so instead she put the key in the ignition and started the engine, driving home nude would not be that bad and in her state she would ruin any clothes anyway.

Heather looked out of her window when she heard the engine start and remained there as the Miss Grey drove off. She then turned round and picked up the mobile phone she had found in Miss Grey”s bag. She dialled a three digit number and a few seconds later said “Police”.

A short pause followed as she was connected before she continued, “Hello, I wish to report a car that has just been stolen………………….”

The End