The Pleasure Contracts-Contract #1: Temptation

by Medium McClusky

“Oh Rory, I am sorry. I am...so confused. I feel like I have just had my world turned upside down. That is so cliché I am ashamed but I cannot tell you....” Her face changed, her mouth set into a line and she looked up at him, her eyes fierce. “That is not true. I can tell you and, if you wish, I will. But Rory,” she nodded at the box on the bed beside him, “Those are real and what I am offering you is, well, it is a temptation that could well change your life forever. Any hope of doing the conventional things, falling in love, marrying, having children and whatever destiny that brings to you...that will be all gone. If this, if this is all too weird, close the box and give it back. I’ll deal with it myself.”

  Rory considered the woman for a moment, trying to keep his mind off her bare legs and the lines on her neck, how her lips seemed to relax and swell. He gave his head a little shake. The strangeness of the moment faded and curiosity seeped into him, getting stronger as he thought about what it all meant. Finally, he closed his eyes and dropped his head back with a suspiration.

  “Oh!” He said. “Dorothy, I am sorry! I am so stupid! You found these contracts in...Ben David’s things, didn’t you?”

  Dorothy nodded. “It was a little more complicated than that but yes, he held them.”

  “Your husband was fucking around on you.” Rory said softly.

  Dorothy nodded. “I knew it but I didn’t, know what I mean? I have been, I have been dealing with my devils since this all emerged.” She held up a hand. “I have to tell you something. Giving you my contract, that was to tell you, to release you from thinking that I was trying to buy you or keep you here. I wanted you to own me so you would not think I wanted to own you. But there is more to it than that. That was all you could understand at first. Now, now it is more complicated.”

  She sighed. “Sex is so simple but can get so complicated. The contract made it easy, simple, it cleaned up the whole thing so that I could relax and enjoy it. I did. Ben David traveled and he came home to me always. Our sex was always fabulous because when he came in the door, he wanted me, just me. I guess I wanted to think he worked hard and then came home to me but the fact is that he was fucking someone else, several someone elses.” She looked up, her eyes glittering. “You know what, though, Rory? When I came face to face with this, the first thing I thought about was regret that I never got to see him...see them doing it. I like watching. Not pornos but...once, when I was a girl, I caught a couple doing it in a car. I had gone for a walk and she was nude, the windows were streamed up and her back was smearing the fog on the window. I could see her hands making marks on the inside and I heard her muted squeals. I watched it all and I was so excited I could barely breathe. I cannot tell you how I felt watching you fuck...her. I wanted to...I felt everything you did to her like you did it to me and I wanted you to do it to me!”

  Dorothy looked up again and smiled. “But I never was able to, to tell Ben David about that. I don’t know why. I just put it away. Sex is supposed to be private and I responded differently...but I am avoiding the point. When I found these contracts, all I could think about was that these women, they are out there waiting for him to come back and take them to bed.” She shook her head. “I need to tell it all to you; so you understand.”

  Rory nodded slowly. He set the box aside and sat against the headboard. He pulled her into his arms, she lay her head on his chest and after a few quiet minutes, she resumed speaking.

  “He...I found his journals. I do not have all of them but many. He wrote a lot on the road. Ben David liked his work and was very self-contained. He would watch TV with me or go to a play or the ballet but he never seemed “tuned in” to anything else. But when he fucked me, he was always completely tuned in. Curiously, I don’t think I understood what that meant till now.

  “In his journals he talks about women, lots of women; how they met and many times they ended up in bed, or fucking in a closet or in an alley or against a car or something. I have read the journals I found and still cannot believe it. He was a satyr. Don’t get me wrong, I loved it. I loved him. But now I find that he...that I was sharing him with, with all these other women, I am so confused. I don’t feel anger like I always said I would feel if he...fucked around on me. I just feel regret that I did not get to watch, to share their ecstasy.” She tried to sit up but Rory kept her in place. She ran a hand up his bare leg and grasped hold of his stiffening cock, holding it like it was security for her or something. It felt to him like the most intimate moment they had ever shared. He smirked quietly, “What is wrong with me!” He thought.

  “Let me start at the beginning. I started going through his stuff last summer. After you lost...er....”

  “After Lisa and I broke up,” Rory filled in for her, feeling the same lurch he always felt when he thought of Lisa, relating to more than just her huge tits and talented cunt. He missed her but felt she was gone, that something else was happening that separated him from all that angst.

  “First, I found his journals.” Dorothy continued. “Then I found a reference in one of them to “paying for their future”; he was concerned that he was being dishonest with me, using “our” money to support women he was having affairs with. At first I was furious but then I understood my role; he came back to me, married me and loved me and his sexual exploits kept us sexual long after most marriages turned into roommate status. I got the best of him and I never was possessive. When he gave me the contract, I was clear that he was not offering me ownership, I was offering it to him.

  “Anyway, it set me off to find the bank records and found several bank accounts I did not know he had. I did not understand his rationale in the journals—he wrote “after all, it isn’t really my money anyway” which confused me. I found several accounts amongst his files which, when I investigated, were set up with repeating payments. I managed to track several of them to life insurance companies and after considerable difficulty was able to determine that my husband had several policies taken out on his life with other women as beneficiaries. He writes about these four but there is a fifth that I have not been able to identify.

  “I found an entry that tells about having his fortune read by a tarot card reader or something and she told him he was going to die early, “before his time and before you are ready, before you are prepared” and that it was because he had loved so often and so well—he concluded that fucking so many women had shortened his life in some karmic way.

  “I think that is crappola but he seemed to take it increasingly serious. That haunted him. I think he had someone in mind to receive my contract. He was setting up a sort of scavenger hunt which would take the guy from one woman to the next. He felt bad about deceiving me, at least while he was home. On the road, he kept running into women in odd circumstances and fucking them...but the point is that he was going to set it up so if he died, my contract would be forwarded to this guy and he would be directed to the other contracts. Ben David wanted them to know he was gone—he never told any of us about this, about thinking he was going to die early. But it caught him by surprise and he did not get everything setup right. In fact, things are still unfinished. I have no idea who this ‘fifth woman’ is. All I know is that one of these four might know something. He makes references in subordinate clauses to the “possession of knowledge” but never explains things completely.”

  Dorothy pulled away from Rory’s embrace. “Now, here is where I have been trying to get to. Rory, I know I have no right to ask this of you but I want you to go to these women and tell them Ben David is gone and find out what they know. Find out who the fifth woman is. Find out about the Life Insurance policies. I have mine. He left me nearly four-million dollars. But there is another account which has $650,000 dollars in it which he references but says that it “is not mine to use for my personal life”, which I don’t understand. I do not know where it came from but it existed before we were married.

  “He says it is ‘for the contracts’ and that is all I could find. He seems to indicate that this ‘fifth woman’ holds t
hat account, controls it somehow and he draws on it with her approval but he never says who it is. He indicates that he has left something with one of his lucky four that will earn him back control of that account if he wishes to make the trade but he never says what that something is. The money is yours if you can find the woman and make the trade for it. You have to find whatever it is Ben David had to trade. I don’t want any of it and I don’t want to have to track down what it was or return the contracts.”

  She shifted then, like a chill breeze rustled the bed clothes. Rory felt that something had occurred beyond his ken, outside of his understanding.

  “Rory, I am giving you these contracts on the condition that you tell them he is gone. That is my only condition. If you find the insurance policies, fine. I would hope you would distribute them to the beneficiaries. The money in the account the fifth woman controls, that would be yours. I want none of it. If you want to go through the trouble, to do whatever it takes to find what this fifth woman wants and trade it to her for the money, fine. Do that. I am asking you to return the contracts to these women so they know they are...what should I say? So they will know the disposition of them? Yes, that. It must be disconcerting knowing that a contract for pleasure as a bearer contract is out there somewhere.

  “Now, Rory, I know this is a bizarre situation. Don’t get me wrong, I want you to keep my contract. Ben David says that several of the women have confided to him that the knowledge that he is out there and one day he will return and ‘take them again’ as he says it, is irresistibly exciting. He writes several places about trying to give the contract back or annul them or something and the women simply will not accept it. They like the feeling of being the object of his lust, of ‘owing him their body, since he owes them their pleasure’ as he says it.”

  Rory shook his head. “Wait a minute, a full professor, Mrs. McKetterick is a lawyer and Mrs. Lure owns her own company. Only the Sherman woman seems to be in any way in need of financial help.” Rory said, leafing through the contracts.

  “I know. That makes it all seem very strange. Perhaps the fifth woman...needs it.” Dorothy said.

  “But why would he insure his life for these women? They don’t need the money.”

  Dorothy shrugged. “Rory, I am giving you something that is going to change your life if you pursue it. If you do not want to do this, I understand. I will simply send them the contracts back with a note of explanation or perhaps have an attorney handle it. But this is a private thing—the Pleasure Contract is private and personal and wonderful...I cannot stand the idea that there are other women out there who think Ben has abandoned them.” Dorothy lapsed, looking at him.

  Rory could not tell her if she saw him or not.

  “I told you about the woman who gave her contract to Ben David. She was the one that taught him about it, about the Pleasure Contracts.”

  “Like you with me.”

  Dorothy nodded. “Yes, like that. He references her much later, saying she died and there was a legacy she passed onto him. I am not sure but I think the money in that account, the one he said was not his, I think that came from her. He says she “inherited it” from someone when she was young but there are no details. I am only guessing, though. But look under the contracts, in the box.”

  Rory did and found an envelope.

  “That is a credit card, a debit card, no, a pre-paid credit card. I used my money to fund the cards and the account in the amount of fifty thousand dollars. When you, if you make the trade, you can pay me back from the account. If you don’t or fail, it is payment for your trouble, to finance travel and a certain level of independence so you can do what I ask. Either way, the money is yours. I trust you. You should be able to find who this ‘fifth woman’ is and get a lot of money. Ben David references this account but says this fifth woman, she has control of it, manages it for him. I don’t know who it is. He, he clearly intended to do this for whomever he gave my contract to. He had not found that perfect man.” She smiled softly.

  “I think I have done that myself. He indeed died early. He says, he says that he has something that will motivate the woman to surrender your money to you. It is in a safety deposit box. Each woman has one that you’ll need to check. He intended to set up a chain of clues for you to follow, for the man who owns me. He did not get it set up, so you will need to pursue it as you like, however, you must or can.”

  She shook her head and smiled. “I have researched each contract as best I can and the four of them have addresses et cetera. If you do this, use the money on the card to pay for it. I cannot imagine them languishing out there, waiting for him when he will never return to them. If, if you find the money, you can repay me, or not. I, I guess I am hiring you to do this for me, for Ben and for them.

  “I know you are not rich and asking you to spend the time and your own money to do this did not seem fair to me, even if you fuck them, it does not seem fair. And Rory, you own my contract, not the other way around. Fuck them, don’t fuck them, it is the same to me. I just want them to know Ben David is gone and that he has not abandoned them. For a while, not knowing when they would see him next would be exciting but after a while, I have to think it would become horrible. So, while I am giving you a gift, really it is a request for a favor wrapped in pretty paper but one I am willing to finance.”

  Rory cocked his head and almost chuckled. “This is certainly different from any traditional Christmas I have experienced. I’ll take this and read through them and think about it. I’ll return it all if I decide it is too weird. But honestly, I think I would get kicked out of the young man club if I turned down the chance to fuck four MILFs.” He did chuckle.

  “Hardly MILFs, really. Well, Katherine would qualify but the others, they seem unshackled by children.”

  Rory nodded, thinking to himself. “You cannot imagine the reputation Mrs. Evergreen has on campus. Fuck me, if anyone knew...”

  “You cannot tell anyone!” Dorothy said.

  Rory held up his hands. “I know. I know. They simply would not believe it. I won’t tell. Promise.”

  For a few quiet moments they both just sat, soaking in their own emotions, sorting their thoughts. Dorothy moved the box off the bed and turned off the light.

  Despite his hard cock, Rory turned onto his side, giving her his back to cuddle against and tried to sleep. His cock was hard thinking about the Ice Queen. He held her Pleasure Contract! Wide awake, he waited for dawn and when morning came, he rose, kissed Dorothy on the cheek and left, the contracts tucked under his arm.

  His mother fed him breakfast. Reflecting on that morning later in life, he would recall her mood, her withdrawn comportment and her guarded responses to him and marvel that he did not notice. In fact, he was so absorbed with the contents of the box, he barely noticed breakfast or the snow or his mother’s mood.

  Till he returned to college, he poured over the contracts which held some very interesting details. In the end, he agreed to pursue the other contracts. When he told Dorothy she merely nodded.

  “So long as I get to keep yours,” he insisted.

  Dorothy smiled and nodded.

  When he took her to bed, they shared the coupling like lovers, flowing into each other and blending their orgasms into a sensuous harmony that vibrated between them, echoing and amplifying by turns till they were both exhausted.

  He returned to school. The only thing he could think about was the Ice Queen.

  THE END!

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  The Pleasure Contracts-Contract #1:

  Temptation

  Copyright © By Medium McClusky

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  June 3, 2016

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