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  “Contact?” Nikita asked.

  “She seems to have a network of people.”

  “She’s quite a woman,” Catherine said holding her emotions at bay.

  “Yes she is,” John replied absently. “How long have we been in here?”

  The steam was growing thicker and the whirlpool was full.

  “Not long enough,” Catherine said. She bent over and shut off the water jets, “We better make this look good.”

  John arched an eyebrow as Catherine stood up and fiddled with the clasp on the back of her brassiere, “We have to look like we just… did the deed,”

  she said as it slid away.

  John straightened up and removed his shirt, “Why should we fake it?” he asked playfully.

  Catherine grinned and yanked on the tie that was still around his neck,

  “What was that Mr. Small cock?” The smile disappeared. “Oh my God, Johnny. Your arm….” Across his wrist and forearm were nine stitches with another fifteen below. “How? What?”

  “Smyles,” John said. That explained everything.

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  “You should have that covered.”

  “I did, but the wrapping was too bulky and would draw attention.”

  “Does it hurt much?”

  “Only when I do push ups.”

  Catherine’s eyes widened and lines of concern cut across her brow before she saw the lopsided grin on his face. “Oh Johnny.”

  At that moment Catherine and John felt time freeze. They both stood naked, in body and soul, and faced each other.

  Then slowly a single tear squeezed free and rolled down Catherine’s cheek as a sob erupted from the center of her being. “I’m so sorry for all the pain and suffering I’ve put you through Johnny. You need someone better than me.”

  John gently touched her shoulder with his hand. “Don’t say that Catherine. I love you and that won’t change.”

  “But the pain…” Catherine said and slid into his embrace. Her damp cheek touched his naked chest. “You placed a faith in me like no one has ever done before. I can’t tell you how much that meant to me.”

  Catherine rose on her tiptoes and their lips met. They kissed gently and compassionately. John cradled her in his arms.

  Catherine brushed a lock of his hair from his face with her fingertips.

  “Oh Johnny, I love you.”

  “Speaking of love,” John grinned and queried, “I didn’t want to ask, but Crudup said you were a ‘babe-machine’ with the greatest ‘twaglers’ he has ever seen.”

  “And I ‘fuck like a mink in heat,’” Catherine laughed. “Apparently I’m his secret weapon. He has a fixation for me, so he’s only set me up with six customers so far.”

  “What’d you do?”

  “I took three of them to my bedroom, instead of the guest rooms. There I drugged them, and when they woke up I told them they were extraordinary lovers and it was the best ever. That’s when Crudup started placing camera’s in all the rooms.” She smiled as John laughed. “The fourth,” Catherine continued, “was ninety something and only wanted to see my breasts. I could deal with that. The fifth was the fattest man I’ve ever seen and started hyperventilating when he saw me in my teddy and passed out.”

  John laughed again. “What about the sixth?”

  Catherine squeezed him tighter. “The sixth? I’m waiting for him to ask me.” Her eyes were soft, moist and yearning.

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  “Please make love to me,” John requested.

  Catherine reached out with the tips of her fingers and traced the shape of a heart across his chest, then, just for a moment, her eyes reflected a sadness.

  “There’s something you should know about me.”

  John looked into her eyes and silently waited for her to continue.

  “When I was eighteen I had my first sexual experience. It was with my private tutor, Mademoiselle le Point.”

  It was a moment before it sunk in. “You’re gay?” John asked. She was relieved to hear his voice totally free of contempt. “That night you and I….”

  Catherine gently pressed her finger to his lips. “Please. This is difficult for me.”

  John nodded and waited silently for her to proceed.

  Catherine filled her lungs and let it out slowly, “During the past several months I have discovered more about myself sexually than… I would like to have. I’m still sorting out my feelings.” Her words came laboriously, “I’m frightened Johnny.” Catherine choked. “I don’t know what to do, I don’t know who I am. I hope you understand. I’m not ready to give up my… gay side, yet I don’t want to lose you.”

  John held her tighter, reassuringly. “You won’t lose me Catherine. Not ever.” He gently held her face in his hands. “I love you and I don’t care whether you’re straight, gay, bisexual, or neutered.” A tear rolled down her cheek. John brushed it away. “You’re who you are and I love you.” He tenderly cupped her chin and she met his eyes. “It’s as simple as that.”

  Catherine reached up and kissed him slowly and deeply on the lips. After a moment she pulled back and smiled diabolically. “Time to finish what we started.”

  Catherine hopped up onto the vanity and wrapped her legs around his waist. She continued to kiss him on the lips, then across his face and down his throat, as John moved to supported her weight.

  Catherine purred softly as she slowly slid down his torso. Her tongue glistened hotly across his chest and flicked across his nipples. John moaned softly at the sensation. Then she was before him. Her hands frisked around and mauled the clasp on his slacks. John helped her slide them off and, with a flaming intensity in her eyes, Catherine rid him of his briefs with a sharp tug.

  She glanced upward, “Johnny?”

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  deep scratches circling his glands. She tenderly massaged him along the scars and then around his scrotum. John moaned softly. His face was a blend of both tempered pain and intense pleasure. Catherine smiled. She took his penis in hand. “Oh…” John whispered.

  Catherine’s smile widened with fevered desire. I’m glad it’s you, Johnny. Crouched on her haunches, Catherine tenderly squeezed and caressed John until he was fully erect. The tips of his fingers caressed her shoulders and the back of her neck as her hand motions sent tremors of exhilaration dancing up his spine. John felt the muscles in his neck and back relax for the first time in weeks. Then suddenly his whole body trembled as a warm moistness encircled him.

  John gasped at the sensation.

  Catherine rose to her feet and John kissed her hungrily, their tongues mingling. He reached down and swooped her up in his arms. Catherine giggled as John sat her down on the corner of the whirlpool. She balanced herself on the edge of the gurgling water as he stepped back and admired her.

  “C’mere,” she said and arched one stockinged leg up provocatively. “I’ve got a birthday present for ya’.”

  “Cool,” John smirked. “Can I ride it?”

  “Oh, you bet’cha.”

  John kissed the pad of her foot as his fingers glided along her calf, down her thigh and squeezed her buttocks. Catherine raised her hips as John slid her panties down and off one leg at a time. He then pulled them on his head like a hat. Catherine laughed and let herself slip into the whirlpool. As she bobbed to the surface, Catherine brushed back her punk cut hair and spat out a mouth full of water at John.

  “Hey!” John said and slipped into the water.

  Catherine laughed again when he scooped her in his arms.

  “What are you doing?” she asked.

  John grinned as he sat her down in the shallow end of the pool and gestured toward her breasts bobbing in the water. “Look,” he said, “Floaters.”

  Catherine playfully dropped her lower lip and splashed
him. “You pig,”

  she laughed.

  John wiggled his eyebrows and slipped under the bubbles. Moments later she felt her hips lifted to the water line and John’s tongue titillate her labia and clitoris.

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  his hair and pulled him closer.

  When John rose for air, Catherine kissed him passionately on the lips and across his face and throat. John reached beneath the frothy water and pulled her closer.

  Catherine whooped in ecstasy as John entered her, slowly at first, then faster, with deeper strokes. Wails of elation escaped them both as she gyrated her hips in time with his thrusting. Their pace and breathing started to quicken, their juices incited to intermix.

  Catherine reached out, open palmed.

  John’s fingers laced with hers and they locked together in space. Nothing was more important to them right now than the feel of their hearts.

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  The Kieran Crudup Estate

  South of Sudbury, Ontario, Canada

  02:09 hours 02 September, 2020

  Bernie picked up the video-phone and punched in Crudup’s number, “MuMr. Crudup, Control. Room tw-twenty-one. T-they’re coming out.”

  “How long have they been in there?”

  “A ru-real long time.”

  “Well butter my buns and call me ‘bend-over Bobby.’ I thought Smallcock would be some limp-dicked English fag,” Crudup laughed and hung up. Bernie shrugged and returned to his monitors.

  *****

  Catherine strolled solemnly through the darkened halls of the Estate. Nikita Valtina Triska.

  Her thoughts drifted back to the bedroom.

  As they returned to the mirrored room, John helped Catherine back into her brassiere, “This is much easier to remove than it is to put back on.”

  “I think that’s the ideal,” John commented, slipping back into his Smallcock persona.

  She playfully stuck her tongue out.

  “You’re not leaving now are you, Cat?” John asked, “I would like it if you remained ‘ere a little longer. I feel another fetish coming on.”

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  Catherine cooed, “You’re the boss. But how about the bed this time?

  Anymore frolicking in the whirlpool and I’ll start looking like a prune.”

  John laughed and kissed her on the nose. “Deal,” he said and dimmed the lights. John then picked her up and playfully tossed Catherine on the rotating bed. He quickly joined her beneath the silk sheets where, for the sake of the video camera overhead, they moaned and made the thundering hubbub of pleasure followed by prerecorded sounds of snoring.

  After a few moments Catherine quietly sat up. She gave John a reassuring squeeze under the sheets, then slipped out of the bed and crossed to his luggage.

  Knowing where the camera was hidden, Catherine was able to block the view as she opened and remove the false bottom from his suitcase. Inside she found a package about the size of a pack of cigarettes. Catherine palmed it and closed the suitcase, noticing the Russian label. Nikita Valtina Triska. You are an enigma all right. Johnny seems to have surrendered to your charms.

  Catherine slipped the package into her cleavage. Then with one last glance at John she slipped out of the room and padded down the hall. Nikita Valtina Triska.

  Catherine strolled solemnly through the darkened halls of the Estate and stopped before a door marked “Control.” She gently rapped on the imitation oak and entered.

  “H-hello?” Bernie called out from the behind his video control board.

  “Just me,” Catherine replied.

  Bernie stood up and peered over the row of monitors, “Oh, H-h-hi, Cucu-cu-Cat. H-how are you?”

  “I’m good Bernie. You?” Catherine smiled.

  That make it harder for him to concentrate, “Nu-nu-nu-nu-nu-not b-b-bb-bad.” Bernie managed to get out, “M-Mr. Crudup’s going to be pu-pupissed off with you.”

  Catherine shrugged. “The Brit had a water fetish.” She smiled and provocatively leaned over the monitors, “Why Bernie, you’ve been watching again.”

  The little technician turned several shades of red. “Wu-wu-wu-well, MMr. Crudup wu-wanted l-lots of vu-vu-vu-video tape of yu-you and him.”

  “He just wants tape of me,” Catherine said.

  “D-do yu-you blame him?” Bernie asked innocently.

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  Bernie was flustered. He did not realize Catherine knew about the crush he had on her, although it was not much of a secret with Crudup’s girls. “Wwu-what are yu-you do-doing now? I-I-I just saw s-some gu-gu-gu-great action in r-room twelve. So-someone just sm-smacked wu-wu-one of the b-boytoys with a du-du-du-dildo. Hu-hu-had to call security. Cool. You know Mr. Crudup does not like it wu-wu-when you hang out here.”

  “Since when do I care what Crudup likes?”

  Bernie smiled timidly at her defiance. “Du-do yu-you wu-want a tu-tutea?”

  “Please.”

  His smiled stretched from ear to ear, “Bu-bu-be right bu-back Cu-cu-cuCat,” he rushed out of the control room, almost tripping over the trash can. Catherine slipped the package from under her brassiere and ducked around to the front of the monitoring board. She opened the box and discovered a rectangular gray metal device and a small screwdriver. Catherine held up the device and examined it. On top was a five centimeter stud and across the front were three small lights and a switch. Protruding from the back were two coaxial cable jacks with ten centimeters of fiber-light coaxial cable fastened into one.

  Catherine shoved Bernie’s chair aside and dropped to the floor. She removed the service access plate with the screwdriver and peered into the guts of he control board. Her eyes scanned around and found the cable John described to her. Catherine gave it a gentle tug. It did not move.

  “Merde!”

  Catherine wedged her way into the access hole, reached up and unscrewed the cable protruding from the bottom of the switcher. She then screwed it into the bottom of the gray device. Catherine uncoiled the fiber-light and screwed it into the switcher, then flicked the small switch. The first light flashed on. She pressed the box to the control board frame. A magnet held it there.

  “Here wu-wu-we are,” Bernie announced pushing open the door. Catherine wiggled out of the access hole and replaced the plate. Bernie appeared around the monitoring board.

  Catherine was in his chair, “Thanks Bernie,” she said as he handed her a paper cup full of weak tea.

  “Wu-What are you wu-wu-watching?” he asked sitting on the workbench behind Catherine.

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  heard Bernie return.

  “Wu-what’s ha-ha-happening there?”

  “Looks like Melanie’s doing her cowgirl act again.”

  Bernie smiled. “I lu-like Mu-mu-mu-Mel. Su-she’s a nu-nu-nice girl.”

  “Yes,” Catherine said and turned around in the chair. “Thanks for the tea Bernie, but I think I better go.” She stood and placed the cup on the bench next to him. “You have a nice night,” Catherine said and kissed him on the cheek. You are too nice of a guy to be working for a phlegm bucket like Crudup.

  “Bu-bye Cu-Cat...” Bernie stuttered, surprised by the sudden show of affection.

  Catherine threw him a sad smile and closed the door behind her.

  *****

  With her legs crossed and feet up on the console ,Madhuri Sahni flipped through one of the comic books John keeps in a stack behind the drivers seat. She had been sitting in the back of Baby II waiting since John and Nikita entered the Crudup Estate.

  Madhuri sat the comic down, swung her feet from the control panel an
d massaged the back of her thighs, “Oh, man,” she whispered to her image in the first of several blank monitors.

  Madhuri had considered yet another cup of John’s special coffee when a red light on the video switcher began to flash.

  “Hot damn,” Madhuri shook the slush from her brain, “On line and kickin’

  ass.” Smirking devilishly she punched up all the monitors. They flickered to life with images broadcasted directly from Bernie’s master control board. Madhuri started the three Super High-band miniDV video tape machines recording and the two DVD recorders, then called Stryker.

  “We’re on,” she said.

  *****

  Catherine’s mind raced as she casually strolled through the dim corridors. Be careful, Johnny. Crudup may be a buffoon, but he’s no fool. This is a dangerous game you’re playing and you are playing with the most dangerous of people. But despite her concerns she felt that his plan would work. Catherine turned a corner leading into the staff lounge and stopped short 231

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  of bumping into an attractive woman with bright purple hair, dressed much the same as herself.

  “Hi Ona,” Catherine said, forcing some cheerfulness into her voice. Then she noticed the tears. “What happened? Are you okay?”

  “He was sickening,” Ona sobbed.

  Catherine looped her arm through Ona’s and lead her over to a couch.

  “Who was? What happened?” she asked, sitting Ona down.

  “That asshole Crudup set me up with. Not only me but he sent Lois and Christy up to do him as well.” She tried to wipe away the sticky mascara streaming down her face. “Bastard.”

  “I’m sorry,” Catherine said sitting next to her.

  “He was an ugly mother too. Bitchin’ scar on the side of his face and kissing him was like getting a blast of flatulence.”

  Catherine reeled in horror. “Egh. My sympathies.”

  Ona stood up and wiped away the remaining mascara. “I should get back to my room and get cleaned up.” She looked down at Catherine. “You’re too nice of a person, Cat, to be working a place like this.”

  Catherine smiled slightly.

  Ona turned and walked away. Catherine closed her eyes and leaned back into the couch. She rubbed her temples as the click of Ona’s stiletto heals on the tile floor grew fainter.