The Hotel Transform Stories

The Best Laid Plans Of Wimps And Men.

Part Five

Deborah Ford

1.

David held up the silky sundress between his thumbs and forefingers
before his horrifies eyes. There was so little weight or body to it
it might as well have been made of feathers,

Once he had donned his panties, tights and bodyshaper he pulled the
sundress over his head and within seconds was trapped. The dress
contracted around his head and shoulders leaving his arms held
upright like an insect’s antennas. Now blinded, he felt a well of
panic building up inside him. His movements became precarious, as his
feet in the tights were dangerously slippery on the bedroom carpet.
He tried to pull the dress gently back off his head but somehow he
had become completely ensnared in it.

Fear gripped him. What would Sue say if he tore it! His backside was
still sore the with the canning from the previous night. He stepped
back like a newly born foal until the backs his legs touched the bed,
he then sat down with his arms caught around his head.

He felt like crying. He could not take it off, he could not pull it
on. He was imprisoned looking and feeling a complete, despairing
fool.

Taking deep breaths he levered the delicate material upwards just
millimetres at a time until he felt his head pop free. The dress
gently parachuted to the floor at his feet leaving him free to lie
back on the bed. A sheen of sweat made his forehead feel sticky.

Holding up the dress once again he carefully examined it. There was
no zip, only a tiny button at the back where the collar of the dress
fitted around the neck. Below the collar the material was cut away in
an elegant circle until it reached about half way between neck and
waist. About the bra line, David decided.

How the dickens did women put them on?

He glanced longingly at his trousers with the rear zip, they had
been so simple and practical.

Then he had his brainwave. He held the dress close to the floor and
stepped into it. Albeit there was a struggle as he hauled it over his
hips, but when he pushed his thin arms through the hoops it settled
around him like a second skin. With care he was able to reach over
his head and button the collar at the rear of his neck.

He span around to see himself in the mirror, just in time to observe
the dress swirl flirtily about his thighs. Grinning he twisted from
side to side very quickly watching the dress twirl one way then the
other. He shook his head and tutted. What women wore to get men to
look at their bodies and legs!

He pushed his feet in to the cramped sandal high heels spending a
good five minutes working the tiny impractical straps through the
buckles.

Finally he was able to brush his hair, don his cap and check himself
in the mirror.

For the first time he was shocked. Before that moment he had been a
man wearing inappropriate attire but now the image was very
different. His slight frame filled the dress. The body shaper moulded
his form, curving in around the waist before flushing out around the
hips. The small pubescent breasts created by the body shaper filled
out to more of a ‘b’ than an ‘a’ cup. He put his hand to his mouth
and the image reflected it as a feminine girly movement.
He slumped to the bed seeing the image of himself betray his
masculine roots. His legs had splayed apart reflecting an ugly oafish
display. He rose and sat down again, this time with his legs tight
together and knees turned to one side. The movement was delicate and
attractive. He nodded his head tumbling his long hair over his
shoulder and practised pursing his lips.

The image was sexy. Once Sue and Tom freed him form his chastity
belt he would be able to dress and turn himself on! He smiled. A new
erotic experience. Yet another little victory for him over his wife
and former boss.

He stood and sat down again disappointed at how the dress crunched
about his hips spoiling the otherwise feminine gait. It took a few
experiments before he realised how by simply flattening the palms
down over his thighs he could push the dress down into a neat flat,
more flattering image.

Feeling pleased with himself in his new, slightly higher heels, he
walked downstairs experimenting with a rocking motion around his hips
to make the skirt swish and turn about his hips. This was a fully
loaded sexual experience!

But his pleasure was soon to evaporate away as he carried out his
housework duties, (Sue had stipulated how the entire house had to be
vacuumed in an hour and a half before his first coffee break!).

As he manoeuvred the awkward vacuum cleaner around the floors he
seemed to be passing endless mirrors all reflecting back the same
ridiculous image of him in his sundress, heels and hat.

By the time he came to his allocated mid morning coffee break his
legs were aching from the heels and he was cursing how foolish he was
being made to look. It wasn’t worth taking off the shoes as it took
so long to strap them on so he settled on the sofa with the aim of
putting his feet up on the coffee table.

He sat feeling the dress slide sensuously up the tights forcing him
to sweep it tight against the backs of his thighs to hold it in
position. Using the back of the skirt was proving more effective than
pushing down from the front.

On the table lay the cause of his humiliation: the very article he
had shown Sue about a wife being bullied. His hope had been to
alleviate his own suffering yet somehow it had added to it!

He pulled the magazine article closer and studied it. “Jeez! How
could she be so dumb?”

He crossed his heeled feet on the coffee table laying the magazine
down in his lap. Right, this, had gone far enough! It was time to
reclaim his job back from his wife and for her to do the housework.
It was time to turn the clock back. Work during the week leaving
golf, pool and horsing with the lads relegated back to the weekends.
His gut twisted as he realised he would not be able to face any of
his old friends again, or at least for a long time after they caught
him doing the housework dressed as he was. He physically shivered at
the thought of his so called friends telling the stories about how he
was attired and his housework duties. And what the hell would they
make of him dressed like this, in a sundress!

He arose feeling the dress cling to his tights so he brushed it flat
at the front and then the back. It was at that moment he heard a key
in the door. She was back! He would confront her immediately.

Marching in to the hallway he managed only to spout the name Sue
before he stopped.

“Why Davy you do look a picture!” Tom laughed.
David folded his arms under his budding breasts. “Where did you get
a key to our house from?”

Staring at the key as if he had just noticed it Tom shrugged, as if
it were obvious, “well you aren’t going anywhere in a hurry so Sue
thought I should have your key.”

This man, his former boss was standing before him with a key to his
residence. David felt violated. “You can’t just walk into someone
else’s home like that.”

Shaking his head as if speaking to an imbecile Tom slowly spelt out,
“my manager works from here. She supervises you, a member of my
staff, here. This is now part of my office reorganisation. In other
words you are in my office!”

What? David had listened to the cold logic knowing it to be wrong
yet unable to work out why. Of course Tom was right. Yes David did
work for Tom and Sue and yes this was an office for Sue. Yes, Sue was
his manager and he was paid by Tom.

Suddenly Tom laughed. “Your cheeks have suddenly started glowing.
You can’t be hot in that get up, it hardly covers you.”

“So you have come to laugh at me!”

“No,” Tom looked affronted, “no of course not. Congratulate you and
Sue.”

“Eh?” David tugged self-consciously at the hem of the short dress.

“You are joint employees of the month!”

“Oh?”

“Yes she wins a holiday for two in the sun as manager of the month,
and you win a whole stack of stuff as most improved office girl of
the month.”

A holiday for two! “I don’t follow. I don’t remember there ever
being a manager of the month when I was there.”

“Well you were the only manager and you never won it. Get us a
coffee, I’ll take it in here.”

David gritted his teeth as his boss pushed passed him in to the
front room but his thoughts were lightened at the revelation
regarding winning a competition. A holiday for two in the sun! There
would have to be golf courses and he would be miles away from the
ironing board and vacuum cleaner.

Moments later he presented the coffee on the silver tray as he had
been instructed and stood back from Tom. “I suppose you are wondering
why I am wearing this,” he laughed falsely. He held out his arms to
reveal the flirty sundress.

Tom shook his head as he opened his brief case. “Nothing to do with
me little Davy. What you do under Miss Aldridge’s supervision is a
matter for her.”

“I’m not really under her supervision,” he pouted.

Tom caught his eye, staring hard, “I hope you are.”

“Well yes,” he skipped about in his heels before his boss, “in an
office sort of way.”

Tom shook his head, “you office girls do whitter on. Nice legs
though.”

David laughed at his bosses ‘joke’ until he realised Tom wasn’t
laughing. Instead Tom let his eyes roll up and down his sundress and
legs.
Clearing his throat Tom firmly asked, “haven’t you got something to
do? Beds to be made or something?”

David humphed. “The beds are made as a matter of fact. I’ve just got
some ironing to do.”

“Then get on with it girl.”

“Girl? Tom look this is getting …” His bosses icy glare stopped
him short but to make a point he flounced from the room without
asking ‘if there would be anything more’.

2.

Davy found ironing interminable. No sooner had a garment’s creases
been flattened away than others would instantaneously appear. The
basket of clothes awaiting ironing could have been a magician’s
trick. No matter how hard he worked it never lessened.

It was at a moment of cursing a pair of trousers that grew wrinkles
as fast he pushed the iron over them that Sue returned.

She stood inside the kitchen smiling at the sight of her industrious
husband feeling all was well in the world so long as her staff were
busy. She appraised her husband in the sundress, tights and heels
before kissing him on both his cheeks.

“You don’t look too bad actually. You should have told me years ago.”

“Told you what?”

She ran her hands down the waist of his taut sundress before
gripping his hips. “If you want to be coy about it then that’s fine
by me. I suppose I should have known. But Davy if only you had told
me before!”

“You know I don’t like being called Davy and I don’t know what you
are going on about …”

Smiling she put her finger to his lips, “now, now, lets not have any
answering back shall we? If you like dressing like this then I think
I can live with it.”

“Actually I think you and I ..”

Tom bounced in to the hallway. “Sue!”

She raced out to him throwing her arms around his neck letting her
boss hold her tight. David looked on feeling helpless and ashamed.
Surely he should put a stop to this.

“Tom we have got a really big order from a factory out of town,” Sue
gushed. “A business trip for forty executives flying to Berlin!”

He nodded he could hardly tell her he had set it up himself to
enhance her sales figures. “See. You and your initiative will make
this company a great success. And that’s why little Davy here has
heard some good news which I am about to share with you.”

“Oh?” She looked eagerly to her husband by the ironing board then
back up to her boss.

“Come with me. Davy fetch the champagne!” He announced before
leading Sue by the hand into the front room.

Davy gritted his teeth. Fetch this, fetch that!

He took the heavy champagne bottle from the fridge and decided not
to open it as Tom would certainly want to do that himself. He laid
out three flutes on the tray but then removed one. He could not take
anything for granted. Yet if he were ‘office girl of the month’ then
surely he should share in the celebration? He put the glass back onto
the silver tray and then closed a single eye in thought. On the other
hand he could easily come back to fetch a glass if they would allow
him to join them for a drink.

He put it back on the kitchen counter, discretion was the better
part of valour and certainly better than another caning. Besides the
revelation about the competition threw his confrontation plans into
orbit. Maybe he could tolerate another week of this housework
business if he was to get to enjoy a holiday in the sun. After all he
could always deal with the two of them after the vacation. He smiled.
I bet Tom never thought I would win the ‘office girl of the month’
competition!

He tapped on the door hearing his wife’s incessant giggling from
beyond.

“Come in,” Tom called out.

Pushing the door wide open he entered immediately noticing how his
wife sat tight up against Tom on the sofa. She was a giggling
flustered mess, “I’ve never won anything before!”

Playing the part of the proud boss Tom took both her hands, “then
it’s about time.”

Her husband banged the tray down on the table causing the glasses
and bottle to rattle on the silver tray.

Surely they knew how mortified he felt dressed as he was whilst
serving them? Worse he could see his boss holding his wife’s hands
and he noted the way she looked up into his eyes like a bedazzled
teenage lover.

Hoping they would spot the lack of a third glass he stepped back
towards the door fearing he would be sent back to the ironing board.

“Tom you are so good to me,” Sue blushed, her cheeks growing pink.

“No my dear you are good to me. It is only right you are rewarded
with this prize. The first time I have awarded such a high ranking
prize.”

David cleared his throat, “so when do we get to go on this holiday?”

“We?” Tom stared at him. “How do you mean we?”

David smirked superiorly, “have you forgotten? My wife,” he
emphasised ‘my wife’, “has won a holiday for two!”

“Not your wife. My manager! My manager of the month! I don’t see how
that includes you.”

Self consciously Sue snatched back her hands from Tom’s grip and
brushed her blond hair from her face. She looked anywhere other than
at her pathetic husband. Inwardly she prayed ‘oh please don’t let him
embarrass me’. How could he wreck this divine moment? She was
successful and all that stood between her and more success was this
silly airhead with too much to say.

“Ok your manager has won it, sure.” David conceded. “But it is for
two isn’t it?”

Tom shook his head sadly. “Oh Davy I hope you haven’t got the wrong
idea but I can hardly let a manager go on holiday with a mere office
staff member. That would bound to lead to tongues wagging. You know
what office girls are like.”

Gawping David looked to his wife for support but she was looking
anywhere other than at him. “I don’t understand.”
“Please try and use your head for once!” Tom sighed.

Sue tightly shut her eyes. How could he show her up like this?

Edging forwards Tom explained. “Look, imagine what the other office
girls are going to say if you went with her? They’ll all be asking to
be allowed to go them selves. Then where would I be?”

“Empty shops!” Sue cut in.

“Exactly,” Tom threw up his hands in exasperation. “I am glad
someone is thinking around here.”

Davy felt he had been dropped into some Alice in Wonderland upside
down world. What his former boss laid out was clear and logical yet
somehow it was wrong. Sadly David could not work out why. Finally he
spluttered, “but I am her husband!” he stamped his heeled foot into
the carpet feeling the front of the sun dress flare up over his
thighs.

Sue twisted on the sofa and exploded. “Now I trust you are not going
to ruin my day with some display of petulance. Honestly! Not unless
you want six more strokes!”

With satisfaction she noted her husband instantly closed his mouth
and stared wide eyed at her. In front of Tom she had demonstrated her
command of her staff and why she fully deserved the accolade of
Manager of the Month.

“Anyway,” Tom announced, “I can’t free up office staff for two weeks
at a time. I am not running a holiday camp.”

“This is crazy!” Davy pleaded. “Sue tell him.”

Her eyes narrowed. “Miss Aldridge you mean!”

“Uhm, yes, sorry, Miss Aldridge.” It was David’s turn to blush.

She span around to stare up at the masculine presence of Tom through
her eyelashes. “Gosh do we really fly out tonight?”

“What?” David demanded. “We? Who is ‘we’ if it’s not you and me?”

“Well,” Tom sat back staring into middle distance. “I thought I
could do with a bit of a break right now. So I’ll join her. Don’t
worry it is separate rooms.”

Sue glared at her husband, “I hope you are not thinking what I think
you are thinking!”

David slumped onto a nearby upright chair. “So what am I supposed to
do while you two are away on holiday in the sun?”

Sue laughed gently. “Oh I wish office staff could think for
themselves,” she stole a knowing glance at her boss to ensure he had
heard her pointed remark. “You have golf and pool and all that
drinking. You can do as you wish,” she briskly added, “so long as the
chores are completed here.”

The sun came out in David’s mind. Of course! His plan had worked! He
had finally achieved his goal though not as expected, but of course!
With them both away he would have free run of the house. He had
snatched back his life!

At long last all the indignities and pain had paid off and paid off
big time. He had tricked his bimbo wife and got one over on his boss.
He grinned, “I see. In that case I hope you both have a good time.”
A tremor of sadness jolted Susan. Should her husband protest a
little harder she wondered? It hurt her that he didn’t feel Tom would
try to get her into bed. It felt like a betrayal. Did he not feel she
was attractive anymore? Certainly Tom had made clear his feelings
towards her. Ought her husband not be jealous or at least protective?
Were not husbands supposed to be like gallant knights not silly
airheads in need of a lot of time, attention and a firm hand?

She felt under valued in Davy’s eyes her anguish was shaken her
suddenly realising David was about to speak again. Dread fell about
her.

“And my prize?” David tilted back his head in pride, “you know as
office girl of the month.”

Sue sat bolt upright. “Office girl of the month!”

Patting her hand Tom smiled, “no, no. Davy’s got it wrong again.
Tabitha won that for services, er… let us say, beyond her work
schedule. No. Davy here is ‘most improved office girl of the month’.”

Sue remained unconvinced.

“Look Sue, think about it. Under your firm guidance and managerial
skills you have turned an idle good for nothing into a useful office
girl.”

She smiled. “You think so? All down to me Tom?”

“Of course! As for your prizes Davy,” Tom thought carefully, eyes
closed. “You have a hundred and fifty pounds voucher to spend in
Natalie’s in town.”

“Natalie’s is a girls shop!”

“Davy!” Sue spat. “Don’t be ungrateful. It will enable us to kit you
out properly now we know about your penchant for wearing dresses.”

“What?”

“Great,” Tom immediately broke up the conversation by rubbing his
hands ferociously and announcing, “so get some stuff packed Sue. You
won’t need much. The prize includes holiday clothing I and Tabitha
have carefully chosen for you. So passport, small bag and hey-ho
let’s go!”

She kissed his cheek and with a final defiant glare at her husband
stamped upstairs.

3.

David rested his hands in the lap of his dress, he was getting used
to the lack of pockets and the fact that he was compelled to sit up
straight and elegant when wearing girls clothes. He thought through
his plan of action for the next couple of weeks. In fact it was still
only lunchtime, with a bit of luck he could join a new golf club,
have lunch at their restaurant, maybe even get a few holes in before
the light failed. Tomorrow would be different. Golf in the morning
and then hit the bar in the afternoon.

It is often at moments of a great achievement, with the victor full
of his own success that life rolls a black cloud into view.

So it was for David.

A black van crunched noisily up the drive stopping in front of the
window casting a dark shadow over the room. When the diesel engine
shuddered to a noisy stop silence descended. Even the birds were
hushed. David stood up in his heels. “Who can that be?”
Damn! Tom was anxious. They were here too early! That tramp Tabitha
had probably given them the wrong time. He pulled back his head and
shouted towards the ceiling. “Hurry up Sue the flight goes soon. Just
take what you’ve got to hand! We need to move.”

David balanced on his toes to get a better view. “Who can this be?”

Footsteps banged down the stairs with a rustle of a small case. Tom
swallowed as David walked to the window the sun silhouetting his
curvy body through the sundress.

“Who on earth are they Tom?”

“Come on Sue.” Tom planted a hand firmly into her back propelling
her to the front door.

David looked quizzically at his wife and boss. “Tom have they come
for you?”

“Who? Oh them? Oh that’s two men I have hired to help with your
training. You know, while we are away.”

With that they fled the room.

“Training? Tom? Wait.”

He raced to the hallway and clip clopped towards the door. He could
see Tom running desperately across the drive to his Mercedes dragging
Sue behind him. The gravel kicked up about them.

Reaching his front door the sight that greeted David sucked his
breath away. For a moment the world was airless.

A woman was opening the rear van doors. For a moment he had to grip
the door knob to help regain his senses to fully absorb the sight.

He was gob smacked.

The woman near the van door was incredibly striking; an elegant tall
black woman with a sexy short neat hair style and cheek bones like
hard boiled eggs. She must have been at least six foot, though the
stiletto heeled, knee length boots over her body hugging, black
leather jump suit made her look like a giantess.

As he studied her she turned to stare at him taking in his sundress
and heels. She snorted with derision before wriggling out of sight to
the front of the van.

The sight was so sexy his dick immediately swelled in his cage
pushing painfully at the tiny metal bars that contained it.

Stepping back so he was hidden from the vision by the front door he
shouted, “Sue, Sue. The key!” he pointed anxiously to his groin.

She smiled reaching into her handbag as Tom opened the passenger
door of his car, continuously glancing over his shoulder at the
giantess in leather.

David watched in horror as he saw Tom push his wife’s shoulders down
until she was forced in to the car. The door was slammed shut as soon
as she hauled her legs inside. Sue frantically wound down the
electric window and handed Tom the key.

Her boss leaned in, breathing heavily as if he were frightened. “We
must be quick. I’ll just explain everything to his trainers.”

Sue glanced passed him at the Amazon lifting down a heavy long bag
that rattled metallically. She gasped as a blond, pale skinned
female, every bit as tall as the black Amazon, wearing the same black
leather garb, appeared from the driver’s side of the van. They could
have been twins were it not they were so evidently different races.

She gripped her boss’s arm. “I don’t think I want them in the house
with Davy, at least not alone, if you know what I mean. Too much
temptation for him while I am away. Especially if he is free of his
chastity belt. They are stunning.”

Tom shook his head, sweat appearing below his hairline. His plan was
in danger of splintering. Sue was to know nothing at all about the
Spick and Brander or what ever their names were nor about these
fabulously sexy women they sent.

He would have to rely on Sue’s bimbo like inability to see beyond
her pretty little nose. “Don’t worry darling.” He regretted using the
word ‘darling’ but in his excitement it had sprung from his lips.
“They are both lesbians, lovers I think. No I am sure. Lesbians. And
as you know lesbians hate men with a vengeance.”

Sue’s shoulders relaxed. “Phew, that’s all right then. If you are
sure. So long as my Davy is safe.”

“Oh yes, believe me. I’ll just give them Davy’s key.

With that he strode towards the van ostentatiously flashing the key
for the alarmed David to see. David held out his hand but grew
apprehensive when he saw that rather than bringing the key to him he
had gone to see the girls at the rear of the van.

Smiling maliciously at David, Tom held the key at shoulder height so
the sun caught it, but his own smile evaporated when the two women
stood tall on their heels and glowered down at him.

“What’s your problem shit bucket?” the black woman demanded.

Tom swallowed, “oh nothing, nothing.” He found himself acting
defensively. “I am just wondering where Spick and Brander are?”

The blond women glared at him with scorn. “Spiky and Brand arse
hole. You are looking at them. What did you expect? The Spice Girls?
Get it right.”

“Oh I see. You are Spiky and Brand!” Tom felt as if he had been
struck by lightning. “I was expecting two men.”

It was the spark of sheer rage in the blonde’s eyes that had Tom
blustering quickly on. “I mean can you handle a man?”

The black woman stepped forward so the amazons were now side by
side. They had the menace and power of an entire army. They simply
glared at him until he glanced away.

Tom laughed away his foolishness. “Why, yes of course you can.
Tabitha told me what happened to her husband.” Suddenly he wanted to
be a million miles away from these two formidable women. “Anyway here
is the key to his chastity belt.”

The white girl sneered down at him, “you might as well melt it and
shove it up your arse for the amount of use your boy’s gonna get from
that key.”

“Oh yes of course,” Tom nodded, not used to being bested by other
people. He looked back at Sue in the car waving timidly at him with
fluttering fingers. “Yes. But you take it. You never know.”

Neither woman held out a hand to receive the key so he carefully
placed it on the back ledge of the van where he froze. He took in the
van’s interior lined with instruments the likes of which he had never
seen before. He certainly recognised the over large dog cage folded
down for travel, and the various whips and paddles, but several of
the chains and manacles looked too small to go around a wrist or
ankle.

He swallowed. “Now you understand what is needed here?” he asked
desperate to seize the initiative from these dominant, powerful women.

“You’re not going to repeat yourself, are you boy?”

Tom ignored her unpleasantness by staring in to the truck at the
instruments of torture, which had the added advantage of him not
having to try and look her straight into the eye. “As I explained to
Tabitha he is someone into forced feminisation and maid training.”

The black woman put her outstretched fingers under his chin, twisted
his head around and raised his eyes to meet hers. “She told us! So
piss off with your slut unless you want Spiky and me to fuck her for
you.”

The blond white woman laughed. “She wouldn’t look twice at you after
we’ve shown her our moves. Anyway, shit bucket, Tabitha said we’d
find that he had already been caned? Yeh? We’ll check his arse right
away. I don’t want to find out he’s some vanilla bloke you’ve set up.
Arseholes have tried that before with us. ”

The black woman folded her arms, “and regretted it too. But don’t
worry Spiky. Our sissy is already in a cute little dress. I’ve seen
her. A chicken ready for plucking.”

Tom wiped the sweat from his forehead, “oh you’ll see lines on his
bottom. From a caning. Honestly.”

“We give ‘em an enema first anyway, so we better see cane marks on
his sissy arse or you are in trouble. That’s trouble with a capital
‘T’.”

Tom laughed bravely. “Yes. Yes. So you will train him to be the
perfect maid, keep him in a dress and get his hair sorted and ..”

“Do I look as stupid as you are?” Spiky stabbed at him with a long
nailed finger.

“Err no, no. You look very clever actually,” he breathed deeply
quickly adding, “beautiful and clever in fact. I would say you both
looked smarter than ..”

“Before you dissolve into a pee ridden sweat puddle, just understand
this: we got your instructions from our slut and we know how to deal
with fairies like that.”

Tom nodded. “It’s just that it has to be forced. You know? I mean he
will pretend that he …”

The black woman grabbed his chin with the grip of a gorilla, the
nails slicing into his cheeks. “Shit bucket if you open your mouth
again I’ll strip you, put you on a dog chain and take you for a walk
around town.”

Spiky put her hand on her lover’s wrist, “careful Brand. He’s only
paid us fifty percent up front.”

Brand nodded with an evil smile, “we could always take my doggy here
for a walk past his favourite bank for a withdrawal”.

Spiky laughed and eyed Tom thoughtfully before glancing at the
cloudy sky. “It’s a chilly day for a walk.”

Tom stared in opened eyed horror as Brand’s arm muscles flexed
pushing him up onto his toes. “No, I’ll pay you both when I get
back,” he squealed hoarsely, “plus a bonus!”
Brand dropped him to his feet. “That’s better shit bucket.”

The blond pushed him hard towards the van. “Stay here. I just want a
word with the slut in the car.”

Tom found himself pressed up against the side of the van. “Yes of
course.” He swallowed as the Amazon in full leather walked towards
Sue like a model with her backside having a motion all of its own.

Spiky cocked a finger indicating that the window be wound down.

Sue was devastated by the sheer otherworldly sexiness of this
goddess and immediately obeyed.

“My friends call me Spiky,” She announced as she crouched down next
to the door so their eyes were inches apart. “because of the way my
hair stands up.”

Sue swallowed. “oh hi. I am Susan, Sue – err… well – Susan.”

“I’ll call you Suzie from now on.”

Sue giggled and flushed. “Thank you.”

“I gather your gonna spend some time with that waste of space over
there.”

“Just a holiday really,” she apologised, shrugging her shoulders. “A
week or so, you know.”

“Maybe when you get back you can join me at my place for dinner.”

“Er yes, why yes, please Miss Spiky, I would love that.”

For a moment Spiky simply appraised her catch and then as she rose
on her tall heels said, “You get yourself an all over tan for me. Got
it? All over.”

“I will, yes, please Miss Spiky.”

“See yer babe.”

“Yes, see you Miss Spiky.”

Sue found her self hypnotised by the sheer fluid sensual movement of
this stunning woman as she wiggled so confidently, so deliberately
away from her. Sue’s panties were soaked in a single gush.

Brand put her hands on her hips as if posing a for a fetish magazine
shoot. “Is the slut as easy as she looks?”

Spiky sneered at the sweating Tom. “For me she is. For him, never.
Just think shit bucket when you are working yourself up into a lather
with your little dick doing overtime inside her, the slut will be
thinking only of me. Got that?”

Tom nodded quickly.

Apparently satisfied Spiky stepped past him leaping with athletic
agility into the rear of the van.

The black goddess leaned against the van next to Tom smelling his
fear. Stroking his hair she whispered, “now fuck off. Spiky and me
got work to do.” She turned to her colleague. “We’ll take the stocks
in last that always terrifies ‘em.”
Spiky nodded. “True,” before looking back at Tom. “Didn’t you hear
the lady? Fuck off with your tramp! I’ve got her nice and wet for
you.”

“I think you think too much of yourself.”

Tom didn’t know where the words came from. One moment he had been
released and he was free to go, the next he was issuing a challenge.
If Tom ever thought about the dangers of testosterone fuelled debate,
he would have done so right there and then.

Stopping in mid action as she arranged some wire netting Spiky
smiled to herself and jumped down from the van. She smiled. “I like a
challenge.”

Provocatively she snaked her way back to Sue who was pushing her
hands deep between her legs and squeezing her thighs. She jumped out
of her skin when the door was snatched open.

“Hey babe,” smiled Spiky. “Me and Brand have been thinking this over
and we have decided you can stay with us if you like. I mean the
decision is yours.” Spiky’s leather creaked as she bent into the car
filling the space around Sue with presence and odours of leather and
perfume. All at once a strange mixture of the masculine and feminine.

Sue gasped for air, “oh I don’t know, I’d like to. But you know Tom
has taken so much trouble …”

“Tom,” sneered the blond. “Tom? As in Tom-cat? Is that his name?”

Sue giggled.

“That’s the way. You laugh at silly old Tom cat over there. I bet
he’s planning to get into your knickers isn’t he?”

“Oh I really don’t know. I wouldn’t like to say …”

Spiky stroked Sue’s cheeks delicately with her long nails noting
with satisfaction how Sue held her breath and closed her eyes. “Now
are we really going to let silly old Tom-cat over there have his way
with my pussy?”

Sue’s mouth flapped but no words emerged. Her panties were running
wet. “I, er, er, I ..” she gasped.

“Of course not babe. Little Suzie wants to know more about Spiky,
now don’t you? Eh?”

Sue had become a robot. A hand had firmly, but gently, led her out
of the car. Suddenly she was standing on the gravel oblivious to the
world about her. “Miss Spiky I really don’t know I …”

“Of course you don’t.” Spiky leaned close to her ear as she held Sue
tightly to her taut leather clad body, “but you want to learn don’t
you babe?”

“Yes, yes,” Sue gasped, her knees threatening to buckle beneath her.
She was grateful for the strong support from the strong Amazonian
woman.

“That’s the way. Now come and give us a hand. And you do as you are
told. You got that?”

Sue was lost in what she would come to learn was ‘sub space’. Here
her mind journeyed the universe and her mouth hung open as if the
strings holding it up had snapped.

“Good slut.”

“Thank you Miss Spiky.”
Tom watched the unfolding scene with a single thought: how could he
escape this madness?

Noting how Sue walked as if she were drugged, her legs barely
supporting her body he found his eyes straying to Spiky who stood
perfectly tall, back ramrod straight, triumphant.

As she passed the terrified Tom she leaned towards him making him
arch away from her. “Another one lost little Tom-cat.”

The boss of a small empire in a small part of the world suddenly
felt his true worth as he watched his prize walk unsteadily out of
sight around the rear of the van and out of his life.

Suddenly Brand was towering before him again. “Why are you still
here?” She held up a pair of wrist and neck shackles with one hand.
“Perhaps you do want a little exercise. Woof-woof. Spiky? Did you say
Tom-cat, I reckon puppy-dog.”

Tom dribbled in fear, his head so frozen he could not even shake it.

The black woman then held up her other hand containing a V shaped
leather belt with a dildo pointing from its front. “You could play
with some of my toys.”

He saw the ‘toys’, he saw her white toothed grin and narrowing eyes
and he looked across at the safety and security of his lovely
Mercedes.

He ran so fast, his feet could barely keep traction on the shifting
gravel.

Without closing the door properly or pulling on his seat belt Tom
spun his saloon down the drive faster than a formula one racing car.
For a long minute the roar of the Mercedes engine could be heard
around the countryside until it finally faded away to nothing.

Silence. No traffic, no birds.

“Shame,” sighed Brand.

Spiky rubbed her leather clad back, “don’t worry darling. We have
plenty to occupy ourselves with here. Besides, he’ll be back.”

Brand nodded and sighed. “He would have looked so good on the end of
a leash with a …”

“Don’t torture yourself with might have beens.” Spiky laughed. “Let
us concentrate on what is. Anyway have you seen this slut?”

Brand looked in the back of the van at Sue who knelt, staring
lustily back at them, her eyes dropping with need.

Brand’s face brightened. “You’re right, in life there is always
something to look forward to.”

4.

Meanwhile David remained hidden in the hallway smiling at his new
found freedom. He had seen Tom leave without his wife and concluded
Sue had come to her senses at long last. He would forgive her
eventually of course, but tonight he would give her a hard time.
Reassert himself as ‘man of the house’. After that, there would be
time for golf and pool and booze.

His only problem was a minor one: those strikingly beautiful women
who thought they were going to train him. First of all he would laugh
off his fancy dress costume, ‘doesn’t work. I’ll go as a cowboy or
something.’ Then before they could start their lessons about chores
he would tell them how he was resigning. Of course they would feel
bad for him and be very sympathetic. He knew how women could be
manipulated by big eyes and a few tears. Then he would be firm with
them and order them from his house. Women always bent a knee to a
firm man taking command.

Yes his plan was going to work out after all!

Just then a heavy crash made him jump. A leather bag of chains and
metal tent poles had been flung at his feet. The two giantesses
filled the doorframe blocking out the daylight.

Right, he thought, time to explain the situation to these two girls.
Set them straight. He cleared his throat …

The End.

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