The President's Club, Chapter 16 Sandi's new promotion vaulted her into the city’s social stratosphere. She hobnobbed with rich and famous people on a regular basis now. Her date/escort on these occasions was the young handsome Officer Ben Johnson, much to his embarrassment. The evening gowns and dresses his boss wore on these occasions showed way too much of her voluptuous body for him not to notice her beautiful figure. He confessed his troublesome thoughts to his silent love, Lady X. He told her that he was beginning to have lusting thoughts for his boss. He didn't notice the correlation, but after each confession, the clothing his boss wore was even more revealing. The constant swirl of parties and dances was a complete nightmare for him. But in the end, it was his salvation. It was the annual masquerade ball, a huge charity event, that was the downfall of Lady X. Sandi had arrived early, Ben later. He insisted that he only needed to escort her, not be her transportation, as a real date would be. It also limited the amount of time he was alone with her, and he was to the point of not being able to control himself. Sandi thought it was sweet that he wanted to be true to his Lady X. But what she really wanted was for him to ravish her, and she had never failed yet. When Ben entered the gala event, he dutifully scanned the crowded floor for his boss. Suddenly, his heart stopped. She was here. His Lady X. He would know that body anywhere. All thoughts of finding his boss were gone. He walk on air over to her. She was talking with some people when he walk up. She saw him and turned. "Why, here's Ben now. Ben, you forgot your mask!" She smiled up at him with her eyes, those eyes he had gazed into so often behind her leather hood. Dumbfounded, he mechanically slipped his mask to his face. His boss was Lady X. He was positive, no mistake. But why?..how? Ben had always thought fast on his feet. He decided, in an instant, to go on the offensive. He offered her an elegant bow. "Why, madam, I don't think I have the pleasure of your acquaintance. Would you, by chance, be the mysterious Lady X?" The on-lookers laughed appreciatively at his wit, although they didn't know how deep the shock had hit Captain Billings. She nodded numbly. "Then lovely Lady X, may I have the pleasure of this dance?" Not giving her a chance to respond - and per chance to refuse - he grasped her hand firmly and pulled/dragged her to the dance floor. She didn't refuse, nor did she respond. She was stunned. Suddenly Sandi realized what it was. The mask! Of course, the mask! She sagged in defeat. Her career was over. She would loose it all. All her planning, all her sessions with Ben, all her love. Lost! She staggered. Ben, the gallant partner, caught her gracefully under the arms and swept her to him in an extravagant maneuver, still playing to the crowd. They were still watching, always watching, smiling at the two lovers. That everyone knew they were lovers was common knowledge. That everyone was wrong, but, in a way, right, was irrelevant. Everyone was still watching. "Come on, Cap'n, work with me!" he whispered. His use of her title snapped her to her senses. She looked up at him and gave him a weak smile. She did an elegant spin at his command, and re-entered his open arms. "It was the mask," she stated. "Uh-huh," he said. "What are we going to do?" "We? I don't know about you, but I'm going to enjoy this dance with my Captain, my partner, and wait impatiently for my next Special Assignment. What are you going to do?" "Oh, Ben. Ben. Ben. I love you so. I.." "Sssshhhh. Not here. Don't blow it now, ma'am." She clung to him, grabbing desperately at the lifeline she had thrown him. The first dance moved into the second and then a third. They danced all night, and never noticed the approving, and envious, glances of the crowd. That night Ben slept with his real love for the first time. They made normal, passionate love. Karin heard the noise in the next room and froze when she heard the screams of BEN, BEN, BEN. She waited for the angry yelling, but none came. An awful feeling came over her. She peeked through the crack of the door and saw her friend riding high in the saddle, sliding up and down on Ben's solid prick. She closed the door quietly and smiled to herself. Sandi was happy at last. She would work the details out later. It was also at one of those high-class social gatherings that Sandi heard the first whispers of the upcoming annual President's Ball. The mention of that event electrified her. If she could find the event, she could find the elusive Sam Adams. Her heart in her throat, she began using all her investigative skills to ferret out the information she needed. She succeeded. --------------------------------------------- Abby was sitting at her desk when she visited by a Captain Billings from the Police Commissioner's Office. A flash of the badge proved the identity of the caller. "The president is out of the office until next week, Captain Billings." "That's OK. I just need some information about a person I'm trying to locate." "Sure, anything I can do to help." "Have you worked here long?" "About 10 years." "How long have you worked for the president?" "The whole time." Sandi looked at the young woman. She must have gone right to the top in a hurry. "What can you tell me about the President's Ball that's going on next week." Abby paled. No one outside of a very small group knew about the Ball. The policewoman's question scared her. She stiffened visibly. "Is this official business?" Sandi hesitated. "No," she confessed. She looked around the open office. "Can we go somewhere and talk privately?" Abby pushed a button on her phone to hold her calls. "Follow me." She led Sandi to a quiet conference room down the hall and closed the door behind her. Sitting down, she motioned for Sandi to take a seat. Sandi continued. "A dear friend - my best friend - met a man at the Ball several years ago and has been devastated since. I would like to see if I could get the two of them back together. If both parties agree, of course." Abby grinned. Another broken heart story. It happened every year. Which was why the men used aliases. Sandi went on. "I'm trying to reach a man who used the name 'Sam Adams.' I was hoping you could get in touch with him." Sandi had seen Abby's reaction to the mention of Sam's name. Abby had reached up to touch the tip of her nipples in a gesture similar to Karin's and her own since she had gotten her nipple rings. "Eureka!" thought Sandi. -------------------------------------------- The mention of Sam brought a twinge to Abby's pierced nipples. She had met Sam just over 10 years ago - at the President's Ball. She had agreed ahead of time to the bondage and pain that followed, because she had been attracted to the man and because she was young and reckless and wanted to try it. They had gone to the cabin in the mountains and she had gotten her golden rings. But there had been no spark, no chemistry, between them and, handsome and sexy as he was, Abby would not marry without love. She had not minded the pain, but had not repeated the visit to the cabin. He had hired her immediately because he could trust her to tell him the truth. She always had. She had kept the rings, too. At least, until she got engaged. She smiled to herself. When they were dating prior to her engagement, her husband, Eric, had been beside himself to feel her tits and to get her into bed. She always said 'No'. She didn't want him to see the rings and have to explain them. She would have told him the truth and it would have killed him. She even had to knee him in the groin once to cool him off. Then she had immediately dropped to her knees and sucked him off for the first time to make up for her kneeing him. She giggled at the memory. Her poor baby was so confused at her actions. She had continued to suck him at every opportunity, still did, in fact, and he quit trying to force her into bed. He still tried, but he respected her when she declined. Getting a first-class blow job as a refusal probably helped keep him interested. Unintentionally playing hard to get accelerated his proposal for marriage. When it came, she made him wait 24 hours for her answer. That made her even more mysterious and intriguing to him. She had gone into her boss' office early the next morning and closed the door. She sat in the chair across from his desk. He looked up smiling, and immediately came to sit beside her. He was a very sensitive man and sensed something was bothering her. "I want to get married." "Why, Abby, that's wonderful. It's Eric, right?" She nodded her head. "What's the problem?” "I still have the rings you gave me." "Oh, I see. Does Eric know?" "He's never even seen them." "Ah, I see better. And how can I help?" "I need to ask you if I may take them off." "Abby, I'm touched. Very touched. But, of course you may. Your heart belongs to another now. I have no claim on you." Abby looked up at the handsome man. "Yes, you do. You always will." He leaned over and kissed her gently. Rising, he went behind his desk and got a jeweler's tool to clip delicate wires. He held them out to her. She shook her head. "Would you do it?" She opened her blouse and lifted her tits up to him. He clipped first one ring and bent it slightly. It slipped easily from the hole. He repeated the process on the other ring. When he finished he continued to stare at the lovely breasts of his loyal secretary. Bending down, he placed a chaste kiss on the very tip of each. Looking up, he kissed away the tears slipping down her cheeks. "Thank you, Abby. I will always cherish these and the memories they symbolize." He placed the rings carefully in a jewelry box and put it in his pocket. "God, I feel naked." She looked down at her bare tits, unadorned with rings for the first time in several years. "You almost are!" "You know what I mean!" She giggled as she covered herself back up. She had told Eric 'Yes' that night and had dragged him to bed. He couldn't believe her change in attitude or her enormous appetite for sex. When he noticed her pierced, but ringless, nipples, he went wild. Something about them turned him on. Every time he saw, touched or thought about those tiny little holes, he got very hard and fucked her hard even harder. Even after they had been married for a couple of years they still turned him on. Abby was delighted. Eric assumed her pierced nipples were a holdover from her wild college days and he never asked her about them. She never told him differently. On their first anniversary, he brought her a small silver heart. For her left nipple. A heart for her heart She made him solder it on himself. The poor baby was so scared he would hurt her, he actually did. A little. The pain made it just a little more special. That night they fucked all night. Eric never got soft. The next day he came home at lunch and they fucked again. And then again that night. And the next lunch and so on. For several weeks. After that, all she had to do was to wear a tight top with no bra that showed the heart poking through the fabric and Eric would screw her silly. The next anniversary, she got him one. When he opened the box and saw what it was, he paled visibly. Swallowing, he said a weak 'Thank You' and tried to put it down. Abby held up a piercing tool she had borrowed and gave him a wicked grin. "Oh, I'm so glad you like it. We can do it now!" It took a half of a bottle of scotch, which she had also thoughtfully purchased ahead of time, and much cajoling before he bared his chest to the tool. She didn't waste time, but plunged it through and through before he realized what was going on. When he saw the blood, and finally felt the pain, he fainted dead away. But she was proud that he didn't scream. She heated the soldering iron and sealed the heart after she had looped it through the hole. He was still passed out. He found his ring as erotic as hers. He needed only to touch it, or brush up against something to get hard. And then he would fuck her hard. She loved it. Several days later Eric came in visibly upset. He had been playing basketball at the gym and was on the ‘skins’ team. The tiny heart had caused a near riot. First the guys razzed him. One guy got a fat lip when he went a little too far and called him gay. They all knew Abby and all the other wives and girlfriends, too. Finally, he had had to explain about her ring and his. This was his commitment to his wife, as he explained it. Eric didn't understand why his wife started crying, but he enjoyed what she did for him afterwards with her mouth. And with her pussy and her asshole later that night. She was a mad horny woman, suddenly. Abby had received the first curious call a couple of days later. One of the guy’s wives wanted to know if it was true, did it hurt, could she see it.... Abby laughed as she remembered the calls. Each one of the team’s wives or girlfriends had come over in turn, looked and eventually ended up in bed with Abby. Nothing serious, just good sex between girls. And all of them got pierced and came back to show her. And ended up in bed again. Some came back quite a few times. Abby told Eric about all of them. It excited him almost as much as the rings did. He told her when the next heart showed up on the basketball court, and then the others. The guys just grinned at her when they saw her now and reflexively touched their own rings. ---------------------------------------- "Abby!" Sandi's voice brought her back out of her trip down memory lane. She blushed. "Abby, do you know who Sam is?" She nodded that she did. "Could you ask him if he would agree to meet Karin Saunders?" "KARIN!?" Abby’s eyes were wide and she paled noticibly. "Oh! Do you know her?" "I, uh, I thought she was arrested for murder and was in prison. That's what I told him." "Someone else did it." "Oh God. Oh shit! Damn. I really fucked up! He, Sam, has been a miserable wreck since then, too. He hasn't dated or even flirted. Some times I have to check his breath with a mirror to see if he's alive. It's like he's not here, but he is, you know?" "I know exactly. No spark left, listless, half a person, yada-yada-yada. Karin is the same way most of the time. She thinks Sam abandon her." "Oh, no! Never! She must have been special. Oh, Go, I really messed up big time! But what can I do to help?" Sandi and Abby grinned as they both realized at the same time that they had all the pieces to a small, but difficult puzzle. They immediately put their heads together to begin planning a special reunion for the two forlorn lovers. Hell itself couldn't have stopped these two female cupids as they plotted to get their respective friends back together. Abby suddenly had several calls to make. Sandi called Sally, Karin's secretary. The plot had begun. ------------------------------------------ Karin was lunching today with her banker to discuss preparations for expanding to the international market and needed to confirm the letters of credit and the bank's support of the move. Sally had set this meeting up with the president of the bank himself, and Karin was nervous. She was still uncomfortable around lots of money. Even if it was hers. She sat in the waiting room nervously tapping her foot. She hadn't gotten around much after she started working. New buildings and places unsettled her. And Sally’s attitude today! She felt like she had been on inspection before Sally would let her go. She had even asked her if she had on clean underwear! What nerve! The secretary buzzed the president. "The CEO of Saunders, Inc. to see you, sir." "Show him in, please, Abby." The secretary smirked at the small joke she was playing on her boss. She was going to love to see his face when he saw this beautiful young woman walk into his office instead of an old man. "This way, please." She led Karin down to a huge door at the end of the hallway. She pushed open the door and walked in, shielding Karin from the man. She was just getting ready to introduce them when he froze. Karin had stepped into full view and his face looked like he had seen a ghost. He stood, the blood draining from his face, his mouth working but no sound coming out. She heard a small strangled cry behind her. Karin had seen her boss and stopped short. She had reflexively raised up her hand to caress the tips of her breasts. And she had called out “Sam,” except it came out stangled. "Oh, to be a fly on the wall right now!," Abby wished. It didn't come true, of course. Sensing retreat was the best thing to do, she silently closed the door securely and walked down the hall to her desk. She had a million things to do. Add another name to the guest list, cancel the rest of the appointments for ‘His Nibs’ but first she had to make that call to Jacki's Boutique. She dialed the stylish boutique on the first floor of the building. "Jacki, this is Abby in the bank. I need something special for the Ball tonight. ... No, not for me, once was enough. ... Oh, she's about 6 foot tall. ... Believe me, you'll have to send up your best stuff. This lady will outshine anything you have in the store. Perfect face, perfect body. ... The whole works, dress, necklace, shoes. ... Size 7 or 8. ... I trust you, Jacki. ... Oh, and throw in a pair of hiking boots and pair of shorts and a top. I have a feeling they'll be going to the cabin. ...Yeah, first time in a year! ... No, no underwear. I don't think she's going to need it. ... Well, they're in conference now, so around 6:00? ... Yeah, that kind of 'conference'. ... What? Oh, charge it to Peter Jones. He'll never notice." ------------------------------------------ Karin looked down at the name plate on the desk. "You're Peter Jones. I never knew your name." He paled. "Karin…" he started. "You didn't call." "I tried. They said Bill, your husband, was dead – murdered. They said you were in prison. I was away in Hong Kong and my secretary tried to get in touch with you the next day. The last I heard was that you were arrested for his murder. I should have tried harder, but I couldn’t get away, get back. I have been miserable without you. I didn't know K. Saunders was you. By the way, this is very impressive!," he said, lifting up the sheaf of research papers on his desk. She stood rooted to the spot. Tears streamed down her face. She had found him. But would he still want her? "Karin, come here." She brightened, smiling through her tears. She walked over to stand in front of him. He looked down at her as if considering something. He leaned over to the intercom and pushed button. "Abby, cancel the rest of my day." "I already have, sir." Peter walked over to the double doors and locked them. He crossed back to Karin and took her in his arms. They kissed deeply. As they kissed she quietly unbuttoned her blouse. She pulled the edges back to expose her bare breasts to his starched shirt and tucked it in her waist band to keep it out of the way. When she was done she threw her arms around his neck. She hung on like a drowning person to a life ring. She looked up into his eyes and smiled through her tears. "I love you, Peter Jones/ Sam Adams. I want to be with you." "Karin, do you remember the night we met? The President's Ball?" "Yes." "It's tonight. Would you like to go? I'm the host member this year. Since I was gone for the last one, they rescheduled me." His fingers found her bare breasts and he smiled down at her. A shiver ran through her as he fingered the gold rings. He pulled gently on them, stretching her tits as they talked. He felt the chain connecting them and pulled back to look at it. He nodded his approval as he tugged it lightly. "Ooohhh Sssam. With you?" "Yes and no." "What do you - OOOHHHHH - mean?" "You're a CEO now. You'll have to go as a member, not a date." "Oh. OOOOHHHH YYEESS!" She thought about it for a while during the erotic stimulation of her nipples. "Can a member dance with the host?" "It hasn't happened up until now, but there isn't a rule against it" She tightened her grip around his neck. He twisted the tips of her tits and she panted into his collar. Business was forgotten. "What are the rules?," she asked when she caught her breath. He explained them all, even the ones about the prize for the best looking date and the percentage for the host for all contract signed at the ball. "Sounds pretty sexist to me." But she had immediately thought of Sandi. Shit, would the rats run for cover if she brought a cop as a date! And there was the new girl in Finance that had caught her eye. She could win a prize, with a little help. Might be fun to get her into the dungeon afterwards, too.... She paused to think a minute and made a decision. "I'm in, but the first man who calls me a lesbian for trying to win the prize will be eating his balls for breakfast. Let everyone know that, OK?" "Yes, Ma'am!" "Any other rules?" "No, Ma'am!" She punched him playfully and then let her hands wander to his stiff prick. "Can I be naughty tonight?" "No. It wouldn't be appropriate as a member. Besides, I'd - Ooohhh, yes! -get jealous." She giggled. "Who shall I be?" "How about Geraldine Ferraro?, the Democratic VP nomination a while ago. She made it the farthest." " 'Gerri'. I like it." She was quiet, but her hands were working at breakneck speed. "Will 'Sam' be there?" "Yes. OOHH Damn, that's good!" "Can Sam and Gerri go to the cabin?" "As soon as the ball is over, but it's a long way up there. I don't know that Sam could wait." "That's OK. I've got a, uh, dungeon in my basement." He pulled back to look at her with a raised eyebrow. “Well equipped?” “Not as well equipped as you are, but it’s adequate.” “Close?” “Five minutes.” "Then ‘Sam’ and ‘Gerri’ will go there first, then the cabin." "Will he spank her.?' "Yes." "Hard?" "Yes." "Will he tie her up?" "Yes." "Tight?" "Yes." "The way she likes?" "Yes." "Will he fuck her?" "Yes, Ma’am!." "Hard?" "Yes." "Long?" "Yes." " and often?" "Yes. And, before she asks any more questions, in any orifice she wants." In a tiny little girl voice that cried out for arms to wrap her up she ask: "Can Peter fuck Karin now?" "Yes," he whispered quietly. She sobbed her relief. Her voice was still a whisper in his ear. "I haven’t – How do you – What orifice do you want, Peter? " "All of them." "They're yours, dearest. Only yours." He grinned at her as they slid to the floor in each other's tight embrace, oblivious to the world around them.