TITLE    : The Convention Ch. 09-10
STORYID  : the-convention-ch-09-10
SUMMARY  : Chapters 9 &10 of a 14 Chapter, wife-watching novella.
AUTHOR   : feverman@lit
DATE     : 2013-03-01
CATEGORY : loving-wives
FLAGS    : 
TAGS     : |wife-watching|sex club sex|dildo sex show|forced sex|exhibitionism|voyeurism|strip show|dominance|


<em>Note: You have dropped into the middle of The Convention, which is a 14 Chapter hard-core, wife-watching novella, with betrayal, wife-sharing, multi-partner sex, rough sex, attempted blackmail, corruption, corporate politics, deceit and revenge included somewhere in the overall storyline. Hope you like reading about that kind of juicy, naughty stuff. You might want to consider starting at the beginning if you haven't done so. It will make a lot more sense. In any case: Thanks for your interest. Chad </em>



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Chapter 9



As if Kate was focused solely on creating choreography for a stage performance, she came out of the bathroom and walked directly to the attendant in charge of the sound system. The man helped her find the music she wanted to have played for her strip show and dildo performance. The attendant was more than willing to assist the beautiful woman. He vividly remembered Kate from the previous night. All the men present in the main room had seen Kate walk away naked carrying the dildo and they waited eagerly to see her get naked again and watch her play with the phallic toy. For some of them, seeing Kate again was much more personal since they had jacked off on her the night before and rubbed cum all over her naked body, especially into the delightful, soft flesh of her beautiful tits.



In spite of the serious concerns Cam had about his wife's temporary insanity, even he was fully aroused at the prospect of seeing Kate naked in front of a group of men putting on a sex show with a dildo. He felt sure Lance had arranged to have the sex toy delivered to Kate. Cam anxiously waited to see if his wife would actually pleasure herself with the fake cock in front of others. Even though two days earlier he would have bet the proverbial farm that she would never, ever perform such an explicit act in any type of public setting, he was pretty sure she would take her exhibitionist desires to a new level tonight. Seeing Kate so wild and reckless earlier with Lance in the taxi, Cam felt sure she was going to pull out all stops in front of her audience at the club and become a very naughty girl for the men there.



Drunk on her own need for salacious approval and numerous shots of tequila, fevered with sexual arousal the likes of which he had never see in his loving wife, Cam felt sure he was about to witness a totally new behavior from Kate. His dick grew bone hard in his pants as his mind threw up images of Kate with her legs spread open shoving the fake dick into her pussy until she exploded in climax for all to watch and enjoy. The vision of her naked, spread-open body squirting stream after long stream of hot female cum for a group of strangers had Cam ready to come in his pants. He didn't have to wait long to see those exact fantasy thoughts materialize before his eyes and become a reality. 



Kate pulled a chair into the center of the unoccupied dance floor and plopped the flesh-colored, oversized, soft-rubber dick down on the seat. Lance walked up and set three tequila shooters on the chair. He kissed her and handed her one of the shooters before whispering, "I love you, Kate; you know that don't you? Make me proud. Make yourself proud." 



Already pretty drunk and high on her sexual fever, Kate downed a shot of tequila and then another one before turning to exchange glances with the group of men rapidly assembling at the tables and chairs surrounding the dance floor. Kate bolstered her will in her highly altered state of mind and said to herself, 'Lance really cares about me and wants me to do this for him.' She pushed herself further into sexual fantasy by adding, 'I have to do it. Lance ordered me to do this. I'm his slave tonight. I don't have any choice.' As her words sank in and she made herself accept the reality of them, Kate felt the wonderful feeling of sexual surrender returning. Her mind relaxed and her sexual arousal intensified. She fully accepted that she would be the perfect, submissive slut that Lance expected and that she would perform exactly as directed. She knowingly, willingly embraced her role in this new game. She wanted to be pushed by Lance into being a very bad girl and he was skillfully manipulating her to act out her most intoxicating, yet most carefully protected sexual fantasies. Lance was playing to the vixen in her that Kate had suppressed for her entire. She now seemed totally unwilling, if not powerless, to keep the sexual beast inside contained and under control. 



Kate began making eye contact with the men, sharing lusty looks with one man and then another. She winked and shared lip kisses with some of the men to draw more of an aroused feeling from their hungry stares, feeding her lust and giving her the drive she needed to perform for them. She studied their hard dicks, all sizes shapes and shades, the ones out on display for her viewing pleasure as the men stroked or openly displayed their cocks for her. Their taut erections and the desire she saw in their faces were delightful, tangible proof of Kate's power over her admirers. She felt flushed and feverish seeing so many aroused men, so many erect dicks made hard by her. The sight of the male sex organs made her pussy wet and her mind raced with visions and lusty thoughts as the tequila streamed through her brain and dulled her inhibitions even more. Her lust to have men admire her dominated her very soul. She closed her eyes for a moment and savored the wonderful, erotic sensations coursing through her body after becoming the center of so many men's inflamed sexual desires. Her show felt similar to the way her fantasies of group sex had felt; only this was much, much wilder, hotter and all consuming.



She opened her eyes and nodded to the attendant to start the music. He fired-up the requested JJ Cale tune, "After Midnight," and Kate began to dance and flash her body parts to the audience from various positions and angles. She moved through the crowd of mostly men but with eight or so couples scattered around the room. She lifted her dress and let a man rub her perfectly shaped butt cheeks, but she stepped away quickly and said, "Naughty boy," with a smile when the stranger tried to push a finger into her pussy. She walked over to a naked Japanese couple and repeated the gesture, lifting her dress above her ass for them. She waited for them to make a choice. 



Kate smiled over her shoulder as the petite oriental woman gingerly touched and then rubbed her butt cheeks while her male partner stroked his dick. Kate slipped her hand between her own legs and rubbed her slick pussy lips and clit wearing an expression of pure ecstasy as the woman massaged her butt. "Hot," she said to the woman, then she slowly danced her way back to the chair and dildo, sharing inviting, willing looks with the horny men and letting many of them touch her briefly.



Standing by the chair, Kate teasingly pulled up her dress until her cleanly-shaved pussy was uncovered. She slowly lifted the dress up as the men cheered for her to take it off. As if obeying the orders being shouted from her rowdy audience, Kate teasingly slithered out of her dress. Wearing just her hose, garter and heels, she faced away from the crowd and spread her feet to beyond shoulder width. She slowly bent over to pick up the dildo and held the position for a few seconds to let her audience enjoy the view of her ass and pussy spread open. She listened to their encouraging words and compliments and let the thrill of what she was doing fill her very being. Kate knew she was drunk and totally out of control, but was beyond caring. The attention she was getting felt wonderful, actually beyond wonderful. Controlling the people in the room with her erotic show was far too sexually intoxicating for her to even consider stopping.



She turned and sat on the chair, spread her knees and lifted her high-heels slowly, teasingly up until she could rest the spikes on the corners of her seat. She let her knees drop out to the sides, flowering open her pussy until her sex was fully spread open for the crowd's enjoyment. She looked at each man and woman in the immediate perimeter of her vision for a few seconds as she teased her pussy lips and clit with the head of the big, fake dick. She shared lustful stares with many of the men as she slowly fucked her pussy with the dildo and writhed in her sordid heated pleasure. When any man began to pound his cock rapidly and tried to finish his masturbation, Kate locked eyes with him to make her show seem very personal. The sight of cum spewing out of dick after dick and splashing onto the hardwood floor excited her to no end. Each new, powerful, first-spurt from another cock was a personal victory to Kate. When any man reached orgasm, she imagined he was dreaming of coming inside her pussy. In her fantasy the dildo plunging in and out of her was the man's hot, hard dick. She fucked herself faster and faster until she too lost control of her escalating sexual sensations, until she was overcome by the joy of fucking her pussy with the fake dick while men with strained bodies and ecstasy-filled faces came for her in every direction. She couldn't hold back another second when her body exploded into waves of gripping, climatic spasms as she watched the orgy of lust focused solely on her sordid performance.



The hard-hitting climax overtook Kate with such force she dropped the dildo from her hand onto the floor beside her. She gripped her knees, pulled them up and apart to spread herself wife open for her audience. She watched, along with everyone there, as the powerful squirts of cum streaked skyward out of her fully-exposed, pee hole. As her body contracted with cramp-like conviction, long, spewing arcs hung in the air, splashed down and soaked the floor seven or eight feet in front of her chair. Men shouted out encouragement with each long squirt. Kate's body convulsed and her muscles contracted again and again in pure, unadulterated, sexual ecstasy. Her fiercely contracting muscles forced her cum to spew an amazing distance out over the wooden floor where her cum made a huge puddle. Little splatters and droplets glistened from the hardwood floor all around the main pool of fresh, female cum.



When her climax ended, Kate didn't move for a minute. She simply sat there with her pussy spread open and enjoyed leaving her throbbing, shiny-wet sex on such a naughty display for her very appreciative and vocal onlookers. She watched more men jacking off while staring at her pussy spread open for them. She licked her lips unconsciously as load after load of cum streaked up through the air and landed on some stranger's body or somewhere nearby. Kate was totally mesmerized by the sight of man after man pumping his cum onto his own belly or positioning himself with lust-dominated intent and squirting his juices onto his partner's body. 



A dreamlike sexual trance still hung over her and occupied her mind and spirit when Lance walked over to Kate, took her hand and led her through her fog of sexual fever back over to the sofa she had visited the night before. He pulled one end of the couch out until it was perpendicular to the wall and bent Kate over the back of it. Lance made a show of dominantly rubbing his dick all over her butt and teasing her pussy. He had what every man there wanted and he thrilled in that fact.



He fucked Kate from behind for all to watch and made her tell him she loved being his sex slave. "Louder," he demanded, making her admit her willing submission with enough volume for all to hear and envy. When Kate came for him, he roughly pushed her over the back and onto the sofa like a possession, like an object rather than a person. He rounded the sofa, mounted Kate and fucked her lying on her back, holding her legs pinned down beside her shoulders. Kate was so far gone into the passion of it all, riding so high on her intense pleasure, she simply fucked Lance back with all her being and willingly told him anything he wanted her to say.



"You love this, don't you, Kate?" he asked.



"Yes," she admitted.



"You love having these men watch you fuck, don't you?"



"Yes, I do love having them watch. It makes me so hot... so fucking hot," she answered softly.



"Tell me. Say it loud enough for everyone to hear," Lance demanded.



"I love fucking you in front of all these people! Having these people watching us fuck drives me wild!" she confessed loudly.



"Do you like being my personal slut and minding me?" he pressed her.



"Yes. It is so hot.... Oh fuck. I'm going to come again!" Kate cried out as the next body-racking orgasm took over her body and mind.



He kept fucking her and making her talk until she admitted to being totally his woman at that moment. "You love that I own you now don't you? You love being my woman, huh?" he pressed her to say.



"Yes. Oh fuck this is so nasty and good. Fuck me hard, baby. Yes... I'm all yours now. You own me," she told him as the all-consuming pleasure of her submission filled her conscious mind completely. She burst into another fit of squirting, writhing, moaning pleasure so strong the words expressing her fevered passion were utterly unintelligible. 



After she climaxed for Lance then to the sounds of more cheers from her audience, the intensity of her feeling passed and Kate's soaring high began to fade. The reality of what she had been and was doing began to replace the pure sexual joy she had been experiencing. Suddenly, Kate felt guilty for admitting her loyalty to Lance at Cam's expense. She missed Cam. Her mind sought the comfort of her loving husband, that familiar, solid ground again. She needed Cam. Kate looked around the room for him, but couldn't locate him. As if just awakened from a deep sleep Kate realized that Lance was pounding her pussy again and talking dirty to her. But, Cam was missing, nowhere to be seen.



Cam had only gone to the restroom to clean up the cum which had spontaneously leaked inside his pants as he watched Kate perform, but his absence bothered Kate. As she kept noticing his absence a chill came over her. Her wonderful feeling of orgasm was gone. Her head was beginning to throb from the excesses of alcohol. What remained of her blissful arousal had abruptly disappeared under a wave of anxious fear taking over her feelings. She wanted Cam. She needed him to be with her, to be close at hand watching her. She needed him to be there to admire her and love her for what she was doing for him. She needed him as her security, her anchor to reality.



"Where's Cam?" she asked Lance.



"I don't know, babe," he told her. "I'm sure he'll be back in a minute. He's probably in the restroom."



"I want you to find him for me. I need him here," Kate requested.



"We don't need him right this minute. I was just about to really let go and give you my cum, baby. I want to let all these men see how happy you make me... let them see what a wonderful lover you are. Don't you want that?" Lance pressed her.



"I guess so... okay, go ahead," Kate reluctantly told him as her eyes continued to search for her husband.



As Lance fucked her more, Kate never stopped looking around for Cam. Lance fucked her faster and faster building toward his orgasm. "Tell me you love doing this with me," he demanded.



Kate barely heard his words. Reality was crashing back in on her. Her eyes desperately searched the room looking for Cam, almost frantic with her need to find him. 



"Tell me!" Lance repeated.



"Uh... Yes, this is exciting," Kate mumbled to say something, anything she thought Lance wanted to hear as her mind grew more detached from him. She needed Cam.



"That is not what I told you to tell me. Tell me you love doing this with me, getting wild and fucking me for all these strangers to watch and enjoy," Lance demanded. He fucked her faster and harder, demanding her physical and mental attention refocus on him.



Kate couldn't find the words. Yes this was hot and exciting, but where was Cam? Before Kate could form the words to speak to Lance again, he rammed his dick into her as deep as it could go and begin filling her pussy with his cum. He held Kate down and kissed her with all the passion in him as his body continued to pump his transfusion of passion juice into her hot, tight cunt. As the spurts of his load splashed against the end of her pussy, Lance released her mouth from his and told her how wonderful a lover she was for him, how much she pleased him in every way, how good her pussy felt, and finally, that he loved her. Lance was so into his soaring feelings he locked onto a fantasy reality of his own.



In the heat of passionate fucking and fulfilling Kate's fantasy, he suddenly felt the confidence to ask for her heart. He said, "Tell me you will be my lover forever, Kate. I need you so much. I want us to share so many moments like this in the future. Will you be mine like this forever?"



Kate's eyes continued scanning the room for her husband. "What did you say... where is Cam, damn it?" Kate demanded to know.



Lance held Kate with his dick still resting in her pussy, even as he felt the wave of anger swelling up inside him. "I said, I want us to be lovers forever. I want to be able to give you so many more wonderful, sexually-exciting times like this one. I need you to tell me you want that too," he told her with an angry edge to his words."



"I guess... I'm sorry... I just don't understand... Where the fuck is my husband?" Kate stammered and then blurted out.



"I don't know, but you are with me now. Right now you are my woman. Don't worry about Cam, damn it, Kate! I'm sure he will be back any moment. Focus on us," Lance told her, adding even more dominance and demand to his voice, trying to invoke Kate's submissive nature again.



In spite of his effort to refocus her mind away from Cam, Kate kept looking around the room. She sensed and knew in her heart Cam would never abandon her. 



Kate's need to remain connected to her husband frustrated Lance even more. So, he tried another approach. He pleaded with her, saying, "Come on Kate, let go of it. This is our time now, not Cam's. I want to see you totally surrender to your desires and to me. I want to watch you enjoy this. I want you to fuck as many of the men here as you want. That's your ultimate fantasy, isn't it?"



Kate was brought back to reality hearing his shocking words. "What?" she asked, and quickly added, "I don't want to have sex with anybody but you and my husband. Where the hell is he?"



Cam walked out of the restroom to see several of the men in the room gathering around Lance and Kate. He watched as Lance pulled his dick out of Kate's pussy and released the grip on her arms he used to hold her down. Lance stepped back and directed two of the men to fuck her pussy and mouth even as Kate protested.



From across the room, Cam heard Lance telling one of the men, "She wants it. Don't listen to her protests. It is just part of the game we're playing. Go ahead and fuck her. Fuck her brains out. You won't believe how good her pussy feels, how powerfully it can grip your dick and how good she is at sucking cock."



He saw one of the men attempt to crawl on top of Kate and watched her trying to push him away, but losing the battle. He heard Kate's protest to Lance and to the man. "No. Stop him, Lance. I don't want this."



Cam was unsure if what he was seeing was a fantasy game of forced sex Kate was willingly playing or reality and an actual state of panic she was experiencing. He instinctively walked over to see about her, to make sure she was okay.



"Cam, help me! I don't want this. Stop them," she almost screamed when she saw him.



"Stop it Lance! Get him off her," Cam demanded.



"She wants it, Cam. It is her ultimate fantasy; you know that," Lance protested as the guy kept forcing his way between Kate's legs, his dick stabbing at her pussy as she squirmed and struggled to avoid his penetration.

<hr pg="2" />"I don't want this, Cam. Stop him!" Kate begged. "No. Get off me!" she screamed at the man.



"Don't stop," Lance told the man. "It's her fantasy to be forced. I promise you; it's okay."



The man who was going to fuck Kate's mouth took hold of her hands and allowed the other man to push Kate's squirming,, twisting legs apart. As he aligned his dick to plunge into Kate's pussy, she begged him and demanded he stop, saying, "No! Stop it! No, damn it. I don't want you. Stop it now!"



"Hey, dickhead, did you hear the lady. She said stop," Cam yelled at the man as he grabbed him by his shoulder and turned the confused stranger around to look at him. The intensity of the look on Cam's face left no doubt that he was serious. The stranger knew without a doubt that Cam wasn't going to ask again, he was deadly serious.



"Okay, okay," the guy said and backed off. "You people need to get your shit straight. I was told she loved it rough, that a rape fantasy was what she came here for. I was told not to stop no matter what she said or did," the guy explained. "He told me he was going to give her a night to remember forever and this was going to make him the winner. He said she was going to be totally his bitch after tonight. I thought you guys were having some kind of contest for her. After what I saw her doing in the show and what they were doing together, I believed him. Don't get pissed off at me, buddy. I'm just doing what was asked of me."



"Who told you that crap?" Cam asked, but not because he didn't know. He wanted it said out loud for everyone there to hear, especially Kate.



"Him; that guy right there, the one who has been fucking her and telling her what to do," the stranger said and pointed to Lance. "And, just who the fuck are you?" the man asked Cam. 



Cam didn't bother to answer the stranger. He just held Kate as she clung to him and shivered in his arms with her eyes shut. She didn't want to open her eyes and face any of the men watching her.



"You just need to understand one thing, friend," Cam finally said to the man. "She said "no" and that always means no. See that fucking sign?" He pointed to a sign saying on the wall that read, "No always means NO! Stop always means STOP!"



Cam let his hostility toward the stranger go. His real beef was with Lance, not the guy Lance recruited to rape his wife for Lance's devious purposes.



The atmosphere during cab ride to the hotel was stone cold. Lance tried to worm his way back into Kate's good graces by apologizing. "I am so sorry, Kate. I was just trying to help you fulfill your forced sex fantasy. It was a gift to you. I didn't realize you didn't want it. I thought you were just acting when you said for the guy to stop. I would never have done anything you didn't want, not on purpose. Please forgive me. Please, let me make it up to you." Lance explained and begged with all the cunning he could muster.



With flared nostrils and fire in her eyes, she turned to Lance and questioned him, "Didn't you hear me? I told you clearly earlier tonight that I only wanted to have sex with you and Cam. What didn't you understand about having sex 'only' with you and Cam? Why would I tell you something like that if I wasn't serious?"



Kate turned away from Lance, hugged Cam and buried her head in her husband's neck, emotionally overwhelmed and still pretty drunk. She found herself feeling deeply depressed and fighting with the massive waves of guilt attacking her from all directions for the things she had done at the club. She felt the pangs of shame and hated that she had fallen so deeply for Lance's phony caring act. 'He only cares about owning my heart and nothing about nurturing it,' she decided.



Suddenly everything she had done since she left the Hard Rock Café felt dirty. It disgusted her that she had done those lewd things. She felt nauseous rumblings in her stomach and light headed like she might throw up listening to the sound of Lance's voice as he kept begging for forgiveness. Lance's words and even his tone of voice rang hollow. Hearing him talk made her head hurt more, especially when she had to listen and try to understand what he was saying to her. Kate was sure every word coming from Lance's mouth was a lie. She felt betrayed, overrun with the exact, sinking, rotten feeling of betrayal she had told Lance she didn't want to experience from him. In that moment, she hated him and wished he was somewhere else, far away from her, anywhere but sitting next to her in that cab yapping nonstop.



As Cam paid for the cab ride, Lance kept talking to Kate. "Let me come up and talk to you, to both of you. This is no way to end something that was so special and good for all of us," Lance pleaded. Cam took Kate's arm and walked her away from Lance as he was speaking.



Lance followed them and kept begging, "I want to make it up to you, Kate. Please give me a chance. I want to make things right. Honestly, I do. Why are you acting like this?"



Cam's simple but forceful statement, "Don't follow us in," froze Lance in his tracks. The couple left him standing there holding his arms out wide, questioning how things could have gone so wrong.



In the room, Kate hugged Cam, cried on his shoulder and asked him to forgive her for falling for Lance's bullshit. She acknowledged that Cam had warned her that Lance hadn't changed as much she wanted to believe he had. "You were so right, honey. I should have listened to you. All he cares about is getting control of a woman's heart. There is not an ounce of true feeling in the man. Oh god, I hate that I went back to that place with him and did those things. I gave him all I had, all of me, and he just wanted to steal my heart from you. I see that so clearly now. How could I have been such a fool? That is all he wanted, wasn't it... just to win my heart and take me away from you?"



"I'm sure he has some other feelings too, but yes, I think winning your heart and getting control of you was the thing that was most important to him," Cam told her. 



Kate went on beating herself up for a while longer. Cam let Kate vent, rant and rave, and cry much of the hurt out of her heart. As she vented and purged her mind of the bitterness and frustration inside her, Cam listened and soothed his wife with calming remarks and sympathetic acknowledgement of her pain. He also considered what they might do about Lance, and more importantly to him, what they might do about improving Kate's memories from her first extra-marital sexual adventure. Then, without so much as a hint of what was to come, Cam surprised her.



Cam said, "I think Lance is right. This is no way to end something that was so special and so much fun for all of us; well, it was until that faked, rape-fantasy bullshit got out of hand. I think he is on to something, Kate. We really do need a new and totally different ending to this adventure."



"Are you nuts?" Kate asked between sobs. "I never want to see that bastard again!"



Chapter 10



"No, I'm not nuts," Cam answered her. "I'm pissed off at Lance for disappointing you in such a thoughtless and uncaring way. What I want to do is punish that heartless fucker for what he did to you. I would love to teach him a lesson he will never, ever forget and make him eternally sorry he ever winked at you that first time."



Cam shared his thinking with Kate, telling her, "Something is not adding up in my mind, Kate. Why would Lance be so obsessed with having more of you in the future, with adding one more woman who lives so far away from him to his constantly shifting harem? I know how attractive you are. I'm totally addicted to you and I think many men would be like me, totally hooked, but I'm not sure Lance is motivated by fulfilling the same kind of romantic, caring emotional needs that many of us have. I mean, he can have more women than the law allows, almost anyone of his choosing, so why obsess over you. I have this strange feeling that there is more to Lance than what we know about him right now. Your cell phone has been steadily beeping with calls and text message notifications. I know they're from him. Let's see what he is saying."



Kate retrieved her cell phone and there were nine text messages from Lance and six missed calls. She handed the phone to Cam and read the text messages with him as he opened them one after another.



"Please forgive me, Kate. Let me talk to you. Please."



"I know I screwed up. I'm sooooo sorry. Can we please talk?"



"Please answer me. I need to talk to you."



"What can I do or say to make this up to you? I'll do anything, anything."



"I need you in my life. Please talk to me."



"Kate, please. I beg you. I have some really important things to share."



"Don't let my stupidity doing this one thing ruin what we could have had. Call me."



"I have big plans for us. I need you to hear me out. Please, call me."



"I will make this up to you a thousand times over. I promise. Please call me."



"Wow... he's going crazy over this," Kate said, shocked at Lance's desperate pleas.



Cam honed in on a particular phrase in just one message, "I have big plans for us..." He asked Kate, "Has Lance mentioned having plans for the two of you in the future? Do you know what these plans he has for the two of you involve? Has he mentioned any specifics?"



"No, I have no idea. He just keeps saying we have to find a way to see each other more in the future, but nothing specific," she assured him.



"I don't know what is going on, but something is not right here. It just doesn't fit that a playboy like Lance would suddenly fall head over heels for a married woman he knows is happy with her husband. Those text messages have me even more convinced he has something more in mind for you than just an occasional roll in the hay. I think we should find out exactly what his big plans are," Cam opined. "Are you interested in trying to find out?"



"How? What are you thinking I should do?" she asked.



"Well, this is going to be your decision, but I would like for you to talk to him and find out what these big plans are. Even more, I would love for us to find a way to get even with him," Cam replied. "How about you? Would you like to teach him a lesson?"



"Sure. I would love to teach him a lesson, but I don't know how we could possibly do that, hon. I wouldn't know where to start," Kate said, wiping the remnants of her tears from her face.



"Well, one way might be by playing to his selfish and greedy desires. Then documenting him behaving in ways and saying things he will pay dearly to keep anyone from ever learning about," Cam told her.



"Like what?" she asked.



"Well, if you really want to get back at him and do it in a very dirty way, we could video him forcing you to have sex with him... you know, do your fantasy thing but get him to make a show of it. He is so anxious to fulfill your forced sex fantasy I think he will jump at the chance to act it out for real with you. I bet he would even let you video the whole thing," Cam explained.



"Are you talking about using that video to blackmail him?" she asked.



"Something along those lines," Cam revealed.



"Are you serious, Cam?" Kate asked, not having fully embraced such a bold act of betrayal.



"Totally serious, Kate," he assured her.



It only took a short while for Cam to come up with a workable plan. He and Kate talked through the steps, tweaked some details, and she sent Lance a text message, "What is it you wanted to talk to me about?"



"I want to apologize," The text came back.



"No need. I don't need your apology," Kate responded.



Lance came back with, "Just give me 5 minutes to explain. I'm in the bar downstairs. Please!"



"What do you mean by plans for us?" she sent.



"I'll explain everything to you. Come talk to me please," he requested.



"Perfect," Cam told her.



"Are you sure you want to do this?" Cam asked as Kate was prepared to walk out the door to meet Lance.



"Positive," Kate told him with unwavering resolve as she picked up her purse to leave.



"You look beautiful, Kate, as always. Thank you for coming," Lance told her, and asked, "Where's Cam?"



"He's off somewhere blowing of steam. He got really mad at me when we got back to our room. We argued for a little while and then he left... stormed out I guess you might say," Kate explained, setting the trap into motion.



"Why? What happened?" Lance asked. 



"Just a lover's spat. It's nothing he won't get over. It'll be fine," she said to disguise her true intent.



"Over what?" Lance bit. He just had to know.



"I ask him if I should consider giving you another chance. I was concerned about not keeping my word to you and was thinking maybe we could have a different ending to this chapter of our story. He got so mad, Lance. I have never seen him like that. Anyway, we argued for a while and he took off. He told me to just do whatever I had to do," she explained.



Lance seized the opportunity and offered, "Look, Kate. I know I got carried away with what I was trying to do for you. I realize I was pushing too hard to make things happen. I was just so desperate to find some way to keep my relationship with you alive for the future so we could continue to enjoy each other and do so many more things down the road. I thought I was fulfilling your ultimate fantasy of having a forced sex fantasy, but let's forget that. It was my mistake. I want to have a long-term relationship with you. I want that more than anything."



Kate was ready for his very predictable explanation and played her part perfectly. She responded, "I think you just want to win. I don't think it is me you really want, but more to the point, it's that you hate the thought of losing. The stupid notion that you have lost some imaginary contest of dominance to Cam is driving you crazy. You just have to fight on. It's simply your nature to keep fighting. Isn't that about it?"



"No, Kate, not at all!" he protested, "I truly care about you. I want to make you happy. Can't you trust me for just a little while and let me prove to you how much I truly care. I have so many ideas about things we can do together. I want us to become a team."



"I want to continue our relationship too, Lance, but it is really hard for me to trust you again. I don't know what to do," she said, baiting him with a display of doubt.



Lance sensed a crack in Kate's armor and jumped onto the offensive. He suggested, "Hey, I know. Let's do something fun, something I'm sure you'll like. We have all of your winnings from the craps table other night to spend and the rest of the other money you didn't spend. Let's go on a little shopping spree while we talk things over."



Kate fiddled with her rings and hesitated briefly before saying, "I don't know. I think I should stay close to the room in case Cam comes back."



"If he calls, I'll bring you back here to meet him immediately," Lance promised.



"Let me call him first," Kate suggested.



"Okay, sure; whatever will make you happy," Lance agreed out of pure necessity.



Kate faked leaving a message, even though she knew Cam was live on the other end of the connection. Her false voice mail informed him of what she was going to do next. Kate had purposely lied about being alone to give Lance a sense she was slipping around behind Cam's back with her lover. "Hey, honey. I've been wondering where you are. I am going out to do some late night shopping if I can find anything open. I can't stand just waiting here all alone, wondering where you are. Don't be mad at me anymore. Call me. I love you. Bye, sweetheart." 



"He didn't answer. I left him a message. I think he is still really pissed," she explained to Lance.



"I'm sure Cam will call you back soon. I know that he loves you and that he's happy when you are. So, let's go be happy. We'll do it for him," Lance shrewdly suggested.



Kate shuddered on the inside at how naive Lance took her to be. She shook off her disgust with him and simply said, "Okay." She even added a warm smile. 



On the cab ride to the Mirage, Lance said, "Tell me something, Kate. How did things go so wrong at the club? What happened that got us so out of sync. I thought we were moving forward beautifully and then something happened. I just don't understand what got us going in different directions."



"I'm not sure, Lance. I guess I got a little drunk and something just didn't seem right. I started looking for Cam and when I couldn't find him I kind of lost it, panicked. Then that guy I didn't know started to force himself on me and I got really scared. It was just all wrong. If it had been you, or Cam, or someone else I wanted to have sex with instead of a stranger, I think I would have been fine. Actually, the idea of being forced is a real turn on for me. Last night I had certain expectations, you know, with just you making love with me, or perhaps with Cam too. Maybe we can try role playing with my little rape fantasy sometime. I think doing that would be so hot with you pretending to be a stranger who just has to have me."



"I would love to do that for you, Kate. Just give me the time and place and I will be there playing any role you want," he took the bait and assured her.



"Thank you for the offer. I might take you up on that," she told him. 'Sooner than you think,' she said to herself.



"Are you saying you are going to give me another chance, that we might have some kind of future together?" Lance optimistically asked.



"It's possible. I want us to have a future, but I don't know about Cam yet. I will have to work on him some to get him to come around," she said, adding more bait to her trap.



"What if he won't agree to it?" he asked, testing her.



"I don't know, Lance. We will just have to deal with that issue when I talk to him again. I can tell you this, he can't expect to call all the shots all of the time. I mean I have been doing all this fantasy stuff for him, so he owes me something big in return. Holy crap, why didn't I think to tell him that earlier? Damn... I was so caught up in our argument I forgot to call in my markers."



The cab dropped them off and once inside the hotel Kate commented, "I just love these shops that never seem to close, don't you?"



"They are convenient, if a bit overpriced," Lance commented.



The sales lady in the Jewelry shop recognized them and greeted them with a warm, "Welcome back."



"Glad to be back," Kate said with a smile, and requested, "Could you show me the emerald necklaces and rings, please?"



"How much do I have to spend?" Kate asked Lance as he looked thought the emerald jewelry.



"About four thousand dollars," he said.



Kate picked up a small display stand and took the necklace off. It featured a huge center stone with smaller stones running up both sides of the lacey gold fittings holding the stones in place. "How does it look, hon?" she asked holding the necklace up above her almost-matching, green blouse. 



Lance studied the stones on display just above her little window of cleavage visible through the narrow opening in the blouse. He wondered at the price and how he might get her to consider something that looked less expensive. Finally he said, "Great... it is just a bit hard to see how it would look with a dress. Your blouse is blocking so much of your skin it's hard to tell for sure. I could tell so much more about it if you were wearing a low-cut evening gown or party dress."



"We'll be back in a minute," Kate told the sales lady. She whispered something in the woman's ear and they left to visit the dress shop.



It didn't take Kate long to try on three evening gowns and two dresses. She picked out a strapless, tight-fitting, shimmering, green evening gown and a low-cut, blue, party dress. She selected a pair of heels to match each of them and chose to wear the shimmering evening gown and matching heels out of the store. The four items were just over seven hundred dollars. Lance paid cash.

<hr pg="3" />"Let's see how that necklace looks with my new gown," she told the saleswoman in the jewelry store.



"Oh my god, they were made for each other," the woman exclaimed to help close the deal. Kate turned to Lance with a big, beaming smile to pressure him as he viewed the necklace on her with her new outfit.



Lance grimaced on the inside and unconsciously shifted his weight from one foot to the other before he forced his face into a smile, "It is pretty spectacular," he admitted. He turned to the saleslady and asked, "How much?"



The lady pulled the coded tag off the item and began calculating the discount on a calculator, "I can let you have it for seven thousand dollars."



"Is that the very best you can do?" Kate asked. "Seven thousand is outside our budget."



"Sixty-five-hundred, bottom line," the woman offered.



Kate looked at Lance with a frown. "It's too much, Lance. We can look for something else if you like," she said, her voice dripping with disappointment.



"Do you really like it?" he asked.



Kate didn't answer him. Instead, she used one of the standard techniques she used from time to time to get what she wanted from Cam. She assumed victory. Kate hugged Lance enthusiastically and excitedly said, "Oh my god, thank you!" She kissed him and put all the drummed-up passion she could muster into her act.



Lance handed his American Express card to the lady and went back to kissing Kate while the lady completed the sales transaction.



"I've got to call Cam and tell him what you just did for me. Oh god, this is so special," Kate said, dialing up Cam as Lance signed the sales slip. He couldn't object in time to stop her from calling Cam and a wave of heated anger passed through him. He stopped momentarily and took a deep breath. His frustration at Kate's ever-present need to talk to her husband forced Lance to have to willfully concentrate in order to complete the simple act of signing his name to the charge slip.



"Call me, honey. I have got some exciting news. Call me soon. I love you," he heard Kate say.



"He still isn't answering his phone," she reported to Lance. "I'll call the room," she told him.



Afterward she shared, "He isn't in the room yet. I guess he's still mad at me."



Kate ran her hand over her new emerald necklace. "It just doesn't seem fair, Lance. I don't think what he's doing is the least bit fair. I gave so much of myself for him, so why would he get this pissed off at me for just wanting to give you another chance. This whole threesome thing was his idea. And, look how wonderful you have been. I was right and he was wrong. I'm starting to get pissed off too," Kate told him, skillfully spinning her web of deception and drawing Lance deeper and deeper toward his fall. She added, "Screw him, let's go get a drink and show off my new necklace and gown. Want to, hon?"



"I do," Lance said with a smile. He felt good about Kate's changing attitude, confident that she was moving steadily in his direction again. He was even more delighted that he had Kate alone, away from the influence of her pesky husband.



Sitting in the penthouse bar, Kate looked truly gorgeous. The sales lady hadn't bothered to charge her for the gold sign Kate had secretly ordered. She had slipped it, along with a small set of complementary emerald earrings, into Kate's hand with a smile and a wink. The woman had told her, "Thank you for the business, sweetie."



Kate dropped the little gold sign into her purse along with the new earrings.



She decided to change earrings and made a show of putting on her new emerald earrings in the bar. She flirted mercilessly with Lance while he watched her swap out one earring and then the other, smiling and glancing at him again and again with her eyes cut his way from different angles, beaming with happiness.



Lance sat opposite Kate at their window-side table. Lighting streamed in through the window, highlighting her beautiful, glowing face and Lance couldn't help but admire her beauty. Kate truly did look fabulous... elegant, classy, expensive, and so utterly fuckable. He realized at that moment Kate was by far the most beautiful woman he had ever dated, much less had the opportunity to convert into a devotee. Her shiny, green gown and emerald jewelry seemed to brighten her already-sparkling, green eyes. They looked so lovingly at Lance that he began to relax and accept that she truly was worth the additional expenditure.



"How many years have you been in the top fifty?" Kate asked.



"This is my sixth year," Lance told her with a fresh sense of pride in his voice.



"Wow," Kate commented and gave him a look of awestruck admiration. "That's amazing, Lance. I had no idea you had been so successful for so long," she added, feeding his ego.



"What can I say? It is what it is," he commented, using a common cliché.



"What do you do for fun?" she asked. "You know I really don't know much about you, other than you like to seduce pretty women."



They both laughed and Lance revealed, "I have a sailboat on Lake Michigan. Taking a beautiful woman sailing and seducing her on my boat is one of my favorite activities. Do you like to sail?"



"In Chicago?" she asked and purposely avoided his question.



"Yes, I have a slip close to the McCormick Center," he revealed.



Kate asked, "Isn't that near the company's headquarters?"



"Yes, it is, just a couple of miles away," he told her.



"Ever take any of the women in the company sailing?" she probed.



Lance smiled and replied, "Yes, quite a few actually,"



"Anybody notable?" Kate wondered and asked.



"I shouldn't really kiss and tell," Lance told her.



"Oh really," Kate said, prompting him to tell her more. She reached into her purse, turned on the miniature digital recorder there and retrieved her lip gloss. "You mean you don't trust me with that type information after what I have done with you. Is that you idea of teamwork?"



"Okay, you are so right. I'm sorry for being hesitant to share that information with you," Lance conceded. "I have taken several of the top executives' wives out."



"So, you like married women best?" she asked.



"Actually, I do. We can both go home afterward and take a break. That makes things much more exciting when we get together again," Lance told her.



"Interesting, who have you taken on your sailboat, anybody I would know?" she asked.



"Shannon Anderson, Pamela Winters, Kathy Dennis," he revealed. Do those names mean anything to you?"



"Is Shannon Anderson Don Anderson's wife?" she asked with her eyes popped wide open in shock.



"Yes, the President's wife and the other two are Vice Presidents' wives," Lance revealed.



"Oh my god, Lance; are you serious?" Kate exclaimed.



"Just telling it like it is," Lance assured her.



"Isn't that kind of dangerous, I mean fooling around with the wives of the top brass?" she continued to question him.



"Well, their status does add a bit of excitement to the game, but truthfully, those guys are sunk so deeply into their business careers, most of them don't have any idea what their wives are doing during the day. Hell, Shannon sets me up with them. She passes me around from one wife to other like I was a recipe for a delightful party dip or something," Lance braggingly told her.



"Holy cow!" Kate exclaimed and asked, "Is this still going on?" 



"Yes; regularly," he answered.



Kate just had to know more, so she pressed him by asking, "When was the last time?"



"Not this last Tuesday, but the Tuesday before," Lance truthfully told her. "Has this satisfied your curiosity?"



"With whom?" she asked.



"Kathy Dennis, and the Friday before that with Shannon Anderson," he revealed.



"Is entertaining them something you enjoy or is it more of a professional obligation?" she dug deeper. 



"Sure I enjoy it. They are all hot babes, but there are other benefits too," he hinted.



"Like what? What kind of benefits?" Kate requested to know.



"Like Kathy Dennis is also fucking her husband's right hand man behind her husband's back. Old man Dennis is over all the company's accounting and she has set it up with her fuck-buddy so I get the sales commission credits for the sales people who leave the company before the end of the accounting year, when people get fired or quit. So, our relationship is rewarding in more than just the obvious way. I do have to share part of the money with the accounting guy, but only twenty-five percent. It works out to be about a 50/50 net split after I pay the income taxes. And of course, I have to keep Kathy very happy, which I don't mind doing at all."



"That is amazing, but it brings up another question. Why did you attempt to seduce the other wives at our table?" Kate suddenly wondered and inquired.



"Other than the fact that both you and Dianne are world class beauties and I am fascinated by you, there is the matter of recruiting willing wives for other types of gainful activities. If a woman is willing to play with me, there is really no end to her usefulness and the rewards available for both of us... as long as she can keep her head on straight and stay focused."



"Are you making reference to me and my behavior earlier?" Kate asked.



"No, not at all; I was thinking of something entirely different. This is a long story but one of the VP's wives, a former VP's wife I should say, was having sex with Shannon Anderson; yes, she is bisexual. Anyway, she wanted Shannon to pull some strings with Don and get her husband promoted to a Senior VP position. Unfortunately, the guy had pissed off a couple of board members and it wasn't going to happen. The gal went postal on Shannon and in the end she got flushed along with her husband. The stupid cunt tried to blackmail Shannon and it backfired because the gal was way too vulnerable herself. Shannon called her bluff by claiming she had tapes of their sexual escapades and she would expose the gal to her family, her church and have her husband blackballed throughout the insurance industry. The whole ordeal all went away when they gave the couple a nice severance package and helped him get a job with another company."



"The wives of the executives freely tell you all this stuff?" she asked.



"Yep, a little pot, wine and a sympathetic ear will yield a wealth of information combined with a day on the boat with less than a hearty wind. All there is to do on those days is get high, fuck and talk," Lance shared with a laugh.



"How many times have you been with Shannon?" Kate asked.



"On average about once every other week for almost three years now," Lance told her.



"And the others?" she asked.



"Shannon sent Kathy to me about six months after we began our affair, so over two years. I have only known Pam for few months now," he revealed.



"What does Pam do for you?" Kate pressed for more.



"Her husband knows what is going on with us. He has an impotency problem and is okay with what his wife does with me. He is the VP of Sales, my boss a couple of levels up. They have just started to pass me high quality leads, really high quality stuff in return for my services and my being discrete about my sexual assistance to their marriage."



"What did you want to do with Diane? Why seduce her?" Kate inquired.



"What man in his right mind wouldn't want to fuck her? Tom is a drunk that doesn't give her a fraction of the attention she needs. I can give her a wealth of sexual pleasure, not only with me but with certain executives and Directors who can help both her and her husband in return, and of course, I get my cut," he revealed.



"In exchange for what exactly; what are these key players giving you and your partners in return?" Kate asked for specifics.



"In exchange for her being a willing subordinate to my ambition, we would get paybacks of various types. It would be a great win-win situation. She would get some much-needed attention and both Tom and I would get some valuable business favors in return."



"I don't understand," Kate said, faking that she didn't quite get the picture so Lance would be more specific for the recording.



"I would introduce her to men in the upper levels of the company, men on the board of directors who would provide monetary favors in return for Dianne's sexual attention," he said, leaving no further doubt about his plan. 



"Oh... I see. Well, that begs the question: Why did you go for me and not her?" Kate asked.



"Because you totally captivate my imagination; you became the ultimate challenge to me. I felt if I could get to you and, well, given that you are a player now, let me just say it plainly. We can have a wonderful, mutually-beneficial relationship. If we teamed up, there is no end to what we can do together, Kate. I can line you up with so many men that will help both of us get what we want. Your potential is limitless, especially since Cam likes to let you have fun with other men, even if he does like to watch you in action. He would have to get over his need to watch you every time though. Kate, I promise I can make you a very wealthy woman and you will have a ball earning every penny of it."



"Sounds interesting; tell me more," she said, leading him on. 'So that is what the bastard really wanted... those were his big plans for us,' she realized.



"There are a number of really big accounts that pay commissions so large that the amount will blow your mind. They get dished out to the people who do special things for certain members of the board of directors. Even more to the point, some of the power players on the Board like submissive women. How do you think a guy as dull and stupid as Don Anderson got to be the President of the company? I promise you it wasn't because of his charm or his business insight. Shannon is the answer to that question. Her willingness to play with key members of the board is why Don is President. To put it bluntly, Shannon fucked and sucked Don's way to the top. And, if she can do it, it can be done again. Are you beginning to understand the potential?"



"Yes, I think so. I think I also understand your frustration that we couldn't seem to work out a way to see each other in the future. You had these serious plans for me and needed some form of commitment from me," she revealed.



"Exactly; I could see your potential and I did everything I could think of to win you over. I knew that once you were committed to me emotionally we could have a great future together," he admitted.



"This is so exciting, Lance. What do we do now? How should we explain this to Cam and sell him on it?" she asked, implying she was fully on-board.



"Well, Kate, that's your challenge. Cam's only weakness is you and his desire to watch you enjoying yourself with other men. We just need to figure out how to use that to our advantage, and to his, even if he is too naïve to realize the benefits now. You're in a position to really help both you and your husband. You can even if it turns out that he is too dumb or self-righteous to go along with our plans. Right now, he is off acting like a child and has no idea what is taking place all around him."



"Well, Lance, it looks to me as if you have worked your plan to perfection so far. You're the master of this game. What do you think I should do to get Cam to work with us?" Kate asked.



"First, you need to get him to trust me. I can do so much to help him, but he is so hung up on judging me, looking down his nose at my morals and thinking that I am a bad human being. Well, yes, I am a bad human being, but one that can make your future much brighter. You need to sell him on me. He's got to get over that misunderstanding at the sex club and we need to become business partners."



"What value is Cam to you? Why do we need to include him?" she asked, hoping to learn more details of his scheme.



"Actually, I don't need Cam as much as I need you. I can always use a company employee to work some low-level schemes, but that is nothing compared to what we can do together. I mostly need him to be around just so that you can be. If he is letting you play these high-level games, then I can cut him in on some other action too. But as far as truly needing him, I only need him because of you. To be honest with you, I don't really like some things about Cam, the fact that he is so high and mighty about having you fuck only men that truly admire you. This is a business agreement with really high stakes, not just sex games. It means compromising some morals at times, maybe getting kinky with some of these guys. I'm not sure Cam is up to the type of compromise it requires. In fact, I am pretty sure he isn't. I think he will balk at some of the kinds of things we might need to do at times. I hope I'm wrong and that you can bring him around, but I'm not overly optimistic. It may be that we have to do this thing without having him helping out, or at least doing some things without him knowing. If you can find a way to work with me without him knowing what we do, that would be perfect. I just think you would have so much more freedom to do what needs to be done when it needs to be done if he agreed to play along with us."



"That might not be easy to do unless he will go along with us. He keeps a pretty close watch on me," Kate suggested.



"Better sell him on this being a once in a life time opportunity then," Lance warned.



"All I can do is talk to him and test the waters. We'll see," she suggested.



"I need to know about you Kate; are you with me all the way on this?" he pressed her for a verbal commitment.



"Yes, Lance, I am. I'm with you all the way," she assured him. 



Kate made a mental note of where to cut off the recording when they edited it. It was just before she initiated the discussion of her rape fantasy. "Perfect," she thought.



"Hey, stud, do you want to take care of some unfinished business?" she asked and followed her question with a sexy smile.



"Most likely I do. What did you have in mind?" Lance agreed.



"Want to dress up like a bellman or a room service guy or something and take advantage of me, like in my fantasy?"



"I do," Lance told her with a big lusty smile.



"Let me see where Cam is," she told him.



Kate called Cam and left another phony voice mail. "I am getting worried about you and a little pissed off. After all you had me do for you, honey, it's just not right that you are acting so childish. All I wanted to do was talk to the guy and hear what he had to say. Is that so freaking wrong? Call me and soon. I'm getting really pissed and men are buying me drinks. I am going to do something we both will regret if you don't call me soon."



Kate slammed her cell phone shut and told Lance, "He is being such a childish asshole. Let's go back and do our thing. Fuck it if he walks in on us."



"Okay, love. He deserves whatever he gets as far as I am concerned," Lance told her.



"I just can't believe he is acting this way. This is so unlike him," Kate commented as they rode the elevator down.



They talked over the forced sex fantasy in more detail, about how Lance should act and what specific things he should tell her in order to, as Kate put it, "...turn me on like never before." Kate shared that she was going to act like this fantasy rape was the real thing, and that she wanted Lance to do the same, to stay in character the whole time. When Lance assured her he would make her fantasy "very real" for her, she exclaimed, "This is so exciting! I have dreamt about this so much! It seems like forever that I've wanted and waited to experience this fantasy. Thank you so much for making my ultimate "turn on" a reality for me, sweetheart."



"I'll be up soon," Lance told her as they parted ways in the lobby of the Hilton.



"I can hardly wait," Kate told him.



When Lance disappeared into the "Employees Only" area to procure a bellman's uniform, Kate walked to the registration desk and asked for an envelope. She wrote, "Cameron Jackson Only -- ID required. P2," on the envelope and placed the digital tape recorder inside. P2 was their code for phase two. She sent the text, "At the front desk."

<hr pg="4" />Kate checked out the two digital cam-coders Cam had placed in the suite to record the rape of his wife which Lance was about to make a visual reality. When she was comfortable with the controls, she changed into a set of pajamas, dialed Cam's cell phone and crawled into bed to wait for Lance.



"You're not going to believe what's on that recording. It's just amazing. He has been fucking Don Anderson's wife and a couple of the other executives' wives and getting all kinds of special treatment in return. You were exactly right about his attitude toward me. He was doing it all to win me over and use me as his whore to get even more kickbacks and favors out of people by arranging for me to have sex with them."



"What! That's totally unreal!" Cam told her. "Do you feel safe? Text me "911" if anything goes wrong. I'm in the room directly across the hall. Be safe, love!" 



"I'm fine. Will do," Kate told him and hung up. A steely determination to do everything required to cook Lance's goose once and for all came over her. "That bastard has this coming, and more!' she said to herself.



<em>End of Chapter 10, Continued in Chapter 11



Thank you, Rosie, for your tireless help in making this work so much more readable and for finding and pointing out so many of my typos and other mistakes.



Comments encouraged: If you haven't commented yet on the series, this might be a good time. </em>

