by RJ Hunter
"Seeing you again Sally, even for these few valuable moments has filled my soul. I will never forget how you looked last night. You've stolen my heart, and I'm powerless to prevent it."
"David, if you think so much of me, you wouldn't hurt me by going off to fight in a war that doesn't concern you. Please stay, I'm sure you'll find something fulfilling here to do with your life." She hesitated, before finally finishing her sentence, "And maybe you'll find a woman who deserves to be loved by someone as wonderful as you."
David bent down and picked up his holdall.
"It's got to be like this, Sally. The more I'm around you, the worse it'll get. I would just undermine your marriage. I would be like a parasite, waiting for my chance, waiting to destroy everyone's happiness. I have to go, do you understand?"
She stood up and nodded, feeling a tear welling up in her eye. He moved closer to kiss her, she went instinctively into his arms. However, the kiss never took place. They both knew it would be so wrong. For a few short moments, they held each other, wondering about what could have been.
"David, please don't go."
He kissed her gently on the cheek, before burying his face into her hair, breathing in her intoxicating feminine odour.
"Say goodbye to William for me, he'll understand." David then turned and left, without looking back.
Sally un-strapped Penny from her chair, and took her out into the garden, where the birds were still singing their dawn chorus. She cuddled her baby daughter tightly, and let out a sigh, as Penny put out a chubby little hand, and wiped away a tear from her mother's face.
It had been a couple of months now since Pauline's intimacy with Claire and Yvette. The French singer however had bookings in both the UK and Europe, and would only appear at Lake's a couple of times a year. But Claire's passion for Pauline continued unabated, and seemed to be warmly welcomed by the younger woman. Claire had even promoted Pauline to act as manager in her absence, and used this to her advantage. It meant that Pauline now had more responsibilities and other duties to perform. In reality, it just meant Claire and Pauline could spend more time together, especially when the club had closed or during mid-week when it wasn't quite as busy.
Pauline found she enjoyed being the feminine half of her relationship with Claire, and revelled in the knowledge that she was desirable once again. Although sex with Claire could occasionally get quite playful, and did involve bondage and the use of handcuffs and whips, Claire was never rough nor did she act in a threatening manner, which Pauline frequently got from Frank. Claire knew exactly how to please her, and knew the limits, and vice versa. To Pauline it was all new and uncharted territory, and of course she was getting back at her husband, and rebelling against him in her own way. Had Frank treated her better and respected her not only as a woman, but also as his wife, and the mother of their daughter, it's debatable whether Pauline's relationship with Claire would have blossomed as it did.
Frank, on the other hand was no fool, and suspected something was going on. He had gained quite a reputation at the club, and was often used as an unofficial bouncer when things occasionally got rough, and this did cause him to wonder who could be so foolish as to mess around with his woman. It wasn't only Frank's frightening physical presence that got him noticed. He had an air of arrogance about him, and had gained respect for his business acumen and entrepreneurial spirit. Frank would simply get things done when most others just thought about it.
Frank and Pauline had also moved out of their cramped flat after he'd secured a brand new, state of the art house in Kew, half a mile from his office. The interior was full of modern works of art, and the general decor of the house wasn't to most people's tastes. But Frank didn't care about that, he was only concerned at the further social standing it had brought him.
He decided to leave things as they were regarding Pauline. Her frequent nights of having to work late, always meant that Claire would send one of her girls in a taxi, to take over the baby sitting of Tina. Frank had already seduced two of Claire's staff, and now had his eye on a petite blonde, called Anne. He quickly realised Anne called for a little more hard work and determination on his part, as she represented a far more tantalising proposition. Anne had baby sat three times now. On her first visit, she seemed more interested in doing a good job and getting into Claire's good books, rather than be too impressed with Frank's often basic line of seduction. Undeterred, he was delighted to see her return the following week, this time she seemed a lot more relaxed and even accepted a glass of wine when he offered it to her.
Anne was wearing the Lake's uniform of short black skirt, and tight white blouse which was always highly effective in raising Frank's blood pressure. He ran his eyes along her lean thighs, as he lent over her to place the drink on a side table. She smelt delicious, and obviously took her appearance seriously. In fact all of Claire's girls were turned out beautifully, but some of them had to be taught how to apply their make-up, to dress, to act, and even how to walk. But with Anne, all this seemed to come naturally. Frank knew she was a rising star at the club, and could probably command a fortune sitting with the well-heeled clientele, ensuring they were drinking only the best champagne money could buy. She had rebuffed his earlier crude attempts to grope her, and had told him in no uncertain terms that she was engaged to be married. She had put up a seemingly impregnable barrier against Frank's efforts to seduce her, but this was only making him more determined. He realised, to bed Anne, he had to come up with a different approach. She was young, intelligent, pretty and going by the conversations he'd had with her, was highly ambitious too.
The beginning of a plan was manifesting itself in Frank's mind, but he didn't quite know how to put it into action until the following Friday. Anne had already told him she would be baby sitting again as there was a big poker game taking place at the club. Claire would be playing along with some of her wealthier clients, and Frank decided he would try a few hands himself.
He sat opposite Claire with £100 pounds at his disposal. She removed her sunglasses and welcomed him to the game.
"The blinds are £5 and £10, is that a little too much for you Frank?" She grinned, before adding, "You can play for smaller stakes in the next room." The blinds were the small initial bets players had to make at the start of the round. Obviously, as the game progresses the bets could get considerably higher.
"Five and ten are fine with me, Claire." He replied, noticing the sarcasm in her voice. He was angry that she'd just humiliated him in front of the other players in the knowledge that it would affect his play.
Two of the other four players were drunk and lost their money to Claire fairly early in the game. She was playing her usual way, bluffing and going in with large bets. Frank declined champagne and instead ordered a cold beer. He put on his sunglasses, but was still raging inside over Claire's comments. He looked down at his two cards and saw he had two tens. He waited patiently for the 'Flop', where three cards are dealt upturned for all to see, and used to improve their original two cards. It didn't help him, and Claire raised immediately. The other two players folded, leaving just Frank and Claire to battle it out. The 'Turn', where another upturned card is dealt brought Frank the third ten he was waiting for. Claire raised, and Frank went with her. The 'River', the last upturned card brought an ace. Claire went all in, causing Frank to fold his three tens. She then sat back in her chair, taking a sip of her champagne. He had lost the hundred he started with, and felt his fists clenching under the table, as he desperately tried to control his anger.
"Are you playing again Frank, or am I a bit too good for you?" She smirked, like a cat who'd just had the cream.
"I think a break is called for. I need half an hour," he replied determined not to let Claire see him so out of control. Frank got up to leave the table, as Claire continued to play. He looked around for Pauline but was surprised not to see her, as she would often host at the card tables when Claire was playing. He had to get out, to clear his head. He needed time to think,
time to have a drink, then he would come back for Claire. He knew it was a bad idea to play poker in his current state of mind, but he couldn't let her get away with it.
Standing in the upstairs lobby, he pressed the button to summon the lift, and waited impatiently. He glanced at himself in the enormous mirror and admired his reflection. Tall and deceptively handsome, he looked immaculate in his black dinner suit and bow tie, the scar running down his left cheek giving him a somewhat menacing appeal. He was flushed, but put that down more to being angry, rather than the alcohol. The lift was showing no signs of arriving, so he decided to take the stairs instead. It was as he passed Claire's office, that he heard the sound of a glass breaking, and went across to listen outside the door. He just assumed it to be her drunken husband, Walter, since Claire was still involved in the poker game, and decided to go in and investigate.
He gave a little tap, then opened the door quietly. He saw that the office was in darkness. He then noticed another door, which he'd never seen before. It was built to blend in with the bookcase, and unless opened, would never have been detected. The door was ajar and emitting a soft glow. He walked across, and pushed it further open. Even Frank was surprised with what he saw. It was a large room, just like a dungeon, lit with several candles, and smelling of incense. Each of the four walls had exposed brickwork, and on one side he saw manacles attached to the wall. On the opposite side was an enormous wheel-like device with securing straps, then to the left of this, was a metal cage, like one in which you would keep a wild animal incarcerated. He moved closer, and saw a huge, sinister-looking wooden table in the centre of the so-called dungeon. It was heavy and dark with a naked girl tied spread-eagle on its surface. Her ankles were secured by leather straps. The girl's arms were tied above her head in a similar fashion. The brunette had a shapely body, and a pair of magnificent breasts, which Frank had seen before.
Pauline was gagged, and tried to move as soon as she saw her husband. Her eyes were filled with fear as to what he might do. He saw the broken glass on the floor, which she had somehow knocked over, while waiting for her mistress to return.
Frank looked about him and gazed into an open, leather case containing various whips, and a cat o' nine tails. Beside it were two other cases, one with assorted dildo's and strap-on penis's of varying size, while the other case boasted an impressive array of handcuffs, nipple clamps and other devices designed to inflict pain.
Frank should have been incensed seeing his wife like this, but the sight of her naked, bound and gagged, and about to be used as another woman's plaything turned him on in the extreme. He was failing to contain himself, and pulled the gag from Pauline's mouth. She stared up at him, terrified, unable to move, and expecting the worst. He placed his hands on her body, and ran them across her breasts, feeling her nipples harden immediately. Running his hand lower, he skimmed it across her belly, and down to her inner thighs. Inserting a finger inside her, his suspicions were confirmed, she was wet and waiting, but obviously not for him. How long she had been bound like this, he had no idea, but he was determined to take her there and then, and really give Claire something to savour when she would later devour his wife's juices.
Frank was just about to enter her, when he heard the door open. The light from the corridor illuminated his face and erect penis as he stood with his trousers and boxers around his ankles. It was a bizarre situation, and one couldn't say who was the most surprised, Frank or Claire.
"So you've found my secret office have you, Gant?" Shouted Claire, as she walked in clutching the wad of cash she'd just won. "How dare you come in here. Get out!"
"What are you doing with my wife?" Replied Frank, threateningly.
Claire couldn't help being impressed by Frank's manhood, as he casually pulled up his trousers, but there wasn't a hint of this on her stony, hard stare.
"I make her happy, and know how to satisfy her, unlike you, Frank. Your marriage is a shambles. Pauline only stays with you because of Tina."
The remarks cut into Frank like a knife. He felt his anger rising again, but was determined to get the upper hand.
"You're nothing but a filthy parasite, Claire. You think you can just walk in and destroy a marriage, and one where there's a child involved. If you were a man, I'd break every bone in your scrawny body."
"That's typical, coming from you, Frank. I've seen the marks on Pauline's body where you've beaten her. You being released from jail was the worse thing for both her and Tina. You're no better than an animal. Women such as Pauline need protection from the likes of you."
"Look who's talking," came back Frank. "You're no better than me, in fact you're just a female version, and a fucking ugly one at that!"
"How dare you compare yourself to me. The very sight of you repulses me. Now get out of my office!" Screamed Claire, throwing the money down onto a side table, her eyes blazing.
"I'm not leaving until you've been made to pay for what you've done. How can Pauline and myself live as man and wife, as father and mother to our daughter after this? You didn't even keep it private, you're gutter trash and will be treated as such." With that, Frank pulled out a flick knife from the inside of his jacket, and move menacingly towards Claire. "I want my pound of flesh, bitch!"
Fearing for her life, Claire began back-stepping until she bumped against the wall.
"Frank, please don't do anything stupid." She gasped, her voice trembling. "Look, I have the key to the safe, you can take back the money you lost tonight and a bit more, please Frank, don't!"
"A hundred pounds, is that all Pauline, and our marriage is worth? You mouthy trollop." He sneered, moving up to put his face into hers.
"What do you want Frank, I can't obviously fight you like a man?"
Frank, grinned and moved away, before walking back over to where his wife was still tethered to the table. He cut the straps that bound her with athletic ease and watched as she sat up with a surprised look on her face. Hearing Frank speaking so gallantly had surprised her, and now he was like her knight in shining armour, come to rescue her, but at what price, she thought.
"Get dressed, I'll deal with you later, you're an embarrassment." He snarled, as Pauline scuttled around searching for her clothes.
"I want Pauline to stay, Frank. She is on duty for the rest of the evening, and we are getting busy." Added Claire, trying to diffuse the tense atmosphere.
Frank clicked the knife shut, and returned it to his pocket.
"So having sex with a rug-muncher is in my wife's job description is it?" He asked threateningly, still wanting Claire to realise he was far from happy with the situation.
"Well, we can't do pistols at dawn so how do you want to settle it?" Snapped, Claire, going to Pauline's side.
"I'll not rest until I see you destroyed." Was Frank's terse reply.
"I would suggest poker?" Replied Claire, "So how much is your damaged ego worth Gant, a thousand, five, ten? Just name your price."
What Claire suggested was exactly what he wanted to hear. He could have suggested it himself, but having just lost to her at poker, he thought she might smell a rat. Now he had her where he wanted her.
"Don't try and belittle me, Claire. I want you dead and buried - we'll play for the lot, your club against my cab company, along with all my cars, accounts, premises, and my house."
Claire couldn't hide the smirk on her face, now she had Frank just where she wanted him, or so she thought.
"What about Pauline?" She asked, watching his wife putting her bra back on.
"Pauline too!" He grinned, "Winner take all - tomorrow night!"
"It's a deal!" Hissed Claire, "It'll be a pleasure!"
Frank nodded, pleased with how things had worked out, but tried hard not to show it.
"I'll have my lawyer come over first thing tomorrow to check over both sets of assets and draw up a contract."
"You're a bigger fool than I imagined, Frank. I'll take you for everything, and leave you homeless in the gutter where you belong."
"I'll hang on to this as a deposit, and to show you're as good as your word."
"Get out!" Shouted Claire, before turning her attentions back to Pauline.
"I think we have some unfinished business, Mrs. Gant, to the victor, the spoils, so they say."
"But you haven't won yet, Claire," replied Pauline, hesitantly taking off the clothes she'd only just put back on.
"Oh, I think I have, Pauline. I always get what I want."
Frank punched the air as he left Claire's office. It was a situation that suited him, winner take all. He had a strategy he was going to employ against his rival the following evening. She was so confident of beating him, but now he was equally, if not more confident he'd turn the tables on her. He helped himself to a bottle of Champagne as he left the club. He had one more pressing engagement that evening, the final seduction of Anne.
It was around 1am when Frank arrived home. He let himself in with his key, took his jacket off, undid his bow tie and swaggered into the lounge. Anne was watching a late-night movie and drinking a coke. She looked hot in her sexy, black uniform. Although Frank despised Claire with a vengeance, he couldn't fault her when it came to designing uniforms for her female staff. The champagne was still chilled, and Frank deftly uncorked it, before pouring them both a glass each.
"What's the occasion, Frank - you seem very pleased tonight?" Asked Anne, as she sat up to take her drink.
She had a couple of buttons undone on her blouse, and Frank leered hungrily at her pert breasts.
"I'm celebrating because Lake's nightclub will be mine this time tomorrow night!"
Anne looked surprised, and put her drink down.
"Really? I don't quite understand, Frank. Should I be pleased about that?" She asked, a little concerned. "Will I still keep my job?"