Page 19 of A Condo with Two Views

“Are you wet, Chloe?” I teased her.

She smiled knowingly at me. I ordered her to stand up and stand beside me. I couldn’t wait to feel her pussy.

“Remove your pants, panties, and spread your legs.”

My fingers slipped easily inside. The fact was, she was wet. Even a short incident like this one had an immediate effect on her body. We made love on the sofa and then Chloe fell asleep, taking a short nap.

Later that afternoon, Chloe received an email from Kurt. He was still waiting patiently for his opportunity to use the knout on her. With direction from me, Chloe emailed him back with the same excuse as last time, telling him that she had to wait until I went on an extended business trip or I’d see the marks on her body. He bought it.

In the evening, after a light dinner we decided to go for a drink down at Benito’s in the bar area. The restaurant was busy as usual. There was a small bar area where patrons who were waiting for their table to be ready could have a drink. Benito himself had just returned from an extended trip to South America, and he came over to have a drink with us. We made light conversation.

“How do you like my restaurant?” he asked Chloe.

She answered graciously, but through her fake smile, I could tell that she thought it was a pretentious question. Then, Benito turned his attention to me.

“We’re playing poker next week, are you in?” I agreed to play. I didn’t detest Benito the same way that Chloe did. It had been awhile since I played poker, so why not?

Benito left, and then Simon, the waiter who spurted all over Chloe’s dress, came to say hello. Yet again, I saw my pet blush. We had not seen Simon since that special night. He politely kissed her on the cheek and acted as though nothing had ever happened.

Later in bed, we talked about the day. What a coincidence seeing so many familiar faces in one day.

“What did you expect, my submissive little slut?” I teased her.

Chloe’s View:

Running into someone who had used me wasn’t so bad when I was alone, but running into someone when I was with Jack was a whole other ordeal. I always felt like such a sleaze, because Jack always orchestrated my assignments to appear as if I was doing this behind his back. It was very deliberate on his part, as it added to my humiliation. It made me seem like an even bigger slut.

Early one morning, we were leaving for a hike. Who gets on the elevator, but Canace and Shanyn. I wanted to crawl into my backpack. I’m sure they were checking Jack out. Being lesbian, they probably had no interest in him, other than a passing curiosity. I was curious if they thought of me after our tryst and perhaps hoped for a repeat. All I knew was that this elevator ride, which took no more than twenty seconds, felt like an eternity.

The hike along Lands End was exhilarating fun. We stopped at Point Lobos for a snack, listening to the barks of the sea lions drifting up from the rocks below. It was lovely to get fresh morning air and take a leisurely walk while talking along the way. Randomly, here and there, we would stop to kiss like young lovers. I couldn’t predict the future, but I hoped I’d never lose that special feeling I got when kissing the one man I loved.

Jack drove as I nodded off in the car on the way home. I was sleepy. Sure enough, as we entered the lobby we stumbled into someone else we knew: Mike, our building custodian. That embarrassing awkward feeling woke me up in a hurry. Again, I instantly felt slutty. Luckily we slipped past quickly. That is, until Jack hit me with his instructions, which caught me off guard. As he exited the elevator, I stayed on in order to return to the lobby. Mike was still where we’d left him. With no time to spare, I walked over to him as briskly as possible.

“Hurry, listen…hurry up, ride the elevator with me,” I said.

Mike jumped at the opportunity and followed along. Once inside, he tried to wrap his arms around me, hoping to give me a hug. But I stopped him, smiling as brightly as I could. I wanted him to think I was playing a silly quirky game.

“I have a fantasy Mike. Will you play it with me?” I begged, sounding as enthusiastic as possible.

“Yeah yeah, what’s up?” he responded.

“Listen, please, pinch my nipples, pull them, twist them!”

Instantly, I had his full attention. I pressed two floors of the elevator buttons, my floor and the floor below it. As the doors closed, I lifted my T shirt and tucked it up under my chin to hold it in place. Then I pulled down my sports bra. My tits popped free, and my nipples hardened, either from exposure to the open air, or perhaps from the anticipation of what was about to happen.

Mike’s strong calloused fingers did their job well. He pulled them, squeezing them very tightly. At one point, he tried to lean in to kiss me, but again I was able to veer off his advances.

“No, no, just do as I say, or you’ll ruin my fantasy,” I insisted.

When the elevator stopped at the floor below mine, I practically had to push him out. Poor guy. Well, on the other hand, he did get to squeeze the nipples of a pretty girl on an elevator which most guys would appreciate, so I didn’t feel too sorry for him.

It felt so exhilarating to do these things for Jack. And it never failed to make my pussy moisten. I was totally turned on by my elevator escapade. My Master knew it, and we made amazing love on the sofa to our mutual pleasure. A perfect day, so far.

Kurt emailed me in the afternoon, but Jack had invented a good excuse to hold him off. I think Jack’s stalling was all part of the game. The anticipation of it was an agony unto itself. I knew that one day this strange man in our building was going to use a rawhide knout on my body, but I didn’t know when. Jack could set it up at any time with a simple email. Plus, with the guy living so close, it could be arranged practically within minutes. It was as if Jack had his finger on a trigger, and he could pull that trigger any time he wanted.

Jack read while I took a short nap before dinner. I woke up, had a quick shower, and we happily ate some appetizing leftovers we found in the fridge. Jack suggested an after dinner drink at the Bistro, so I put on my favorite skinny jeans, a new silk blouse and a touch of make-up, and we were off. Sitting at the bar, Benito came to say hello, as he’d been away for a while. As usual, he annoyed me with his smug arrogance. He did tell us that the unit next to ours was now completely finished, so there’d be no more construction noise. That was good.

Just as Benito left, Simon came to say hello. I totally blushed one more

time. What was it about today? Everywhere we turned, it seemed we bumped into someone who had either cum on my face, in my mouth, or all over my clothing. I like how Simon handled himself. He didn’t make me feel dirty at all, kissing my cheek and greeting us with an aura of genuine friendship and respect.

As I snuggled my pillow that night, I couldn’t help but think of each of our run-ins, and especially how every one of those encounters had given my pussy a tiny little throb. Every time I blushed, it was genuine, and it affected me in an erotic, peculiar way. Mmmm….

I loved the feeling of being a fish in an aquarium.

Chapter 12: The Poker Bet

Jack’s View:

I was in a meeting when one of the Account Executives came in to hand me a note. It said Benito is on the phone and needed to speak to me urgently. I rolled my eyes, but left the meeting in order to phone him back.

“Jack, I need to talk to you in person. It’s important,” he sounded frazzled, and it was very rare to hear Benito sounding stressed.

“We have the poker game tonight. Can we talk then?” I asked.

“Arrive one hour early, and we’ll meet in private beforehand.”

After I hung up, I tried to think about what it could be. If I had to guess, I assumed there was a major problem with the property in Oakland. I had named the new development, and handled the branding, but it wouldn’t be a major crisis if that was it. Perhaps Benito needed me to do a bunch of new concepts, but with very short timelines? That worried me a little, since I had this big new business pitch coming up, but it was nothing I couldn’t handle. Oh well, I went back to my meeting without giving it another thought.

The few times we played poker together, it was always at the same place: a somewhat hidden location upstairs at the bakery on Market Street. We felt like mafia hit men playing poker up there, as it reminded us of a scene from ‘Goodfellas’. I arrived one hour early and was quite surprised to find Benito already there. This must be serious for him to have arrived in advance of me.

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