Bad Bargain 2_ The Story Continued · Part 2

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but darker feelings colored his efforts. He could never permanently harm himself in female form– but maybe he wanted to.

Then, about three years after the wizard's spell was first cast, a true crisis entered the increasingly estranged lives of Bob and Janet: The annual holiday party thrown by Bob's company. It was on a Saturday, in a nice hotel in Santa Monica, and there was nothing Bob could think of to escape attending. His career was beginning to stall a bit, partly due to his absolute inflexibility with weekend overtime and refusal to attend important weekend conferences. He had to show up for this– or risk never being promoted again. Using photos and descriptions, Bob trained Janet how to recognize and correctly interact with his co-workers; Janet showed him some of the finer points of feminine comportment and appearance, set his hair and did his makeup.

It went remarkably well at first. Janet-as-Bob, in a sharp narrow-collared tuxedo, said the right things and laughed the right way at the right jokes. Bob-as-Janet, stunning in an elegant red dress and perfectly styled hair, was ogled by some of his coworkers and envied by others. The pair drank, mingled, and eventually drifted separately through the boisterous party.

Janet was at the bar getting a fresh beer when a woman slipped up behind her and slid a hand under her jacket, feeling the linen shirt and her rock-hard abs.

“Mmmmm… Is that Egyptian cotton?”

Janet turned around and faced an extremely attractive blond wearing a low-cut empire-waist dress. She couldn't have been older than twenty, and looked even younger still.

“Absolutely correct,” Janet replied. “Dry clean only.”

The blond smiled strangely as she looked up at Janet. “You don't remember me, do you?”

Janet shrugged. “You have me at a loss.”

“Michelle Dietrich, from Human Resources. Well, I've only been here a few months.”

“Pleased.”

Michelle changed gears: her lids became heavy as she drew close to Janet. “You probably didn't notice me much, but I noticed you. You are the hottest man in our office.”

“Wow. Thanks. Uh–”

“–You're even hotter than the FedEx guy.” The blonde downed her Appletini in one gulp. “Look, I'm getting pretty fucked up, and I know you're married 'cause I read your personnel form. But would you– would you– Aw shit, I've never done this before.”

Janet was consumed with curiosity– and was getting a little aroused. “Would I what?”

“Would you… Like to come up to my room?”

Across the room, in a darkened glassed-in patio, Bob was just as cornered as his wife. But unlike her, he was being tag-teamed.

Eric Branch, the slick-as-hell general sales manager, had just returned with a fresh Manhattan for Bob, who was feigning a demure attitude. Inwardly, Bob was highly amused by Eric. Eric was one of those guys who won't shut up at toilet stalls. He was the kind of guy who told you what sort of sexual conquests he had while on sales trips. And as he offered Bob the cocktail, Eric stood back and draped his arm around his knockout of a wife. Maria Branch was tall, slender, smoldering hotness in a shimmering sequin-spangled dress– and her eyes had been locked on Bob since he had walked into the patio minutes ago.

“Here you go Janet,” Eric said. “Look, if I had known Bob was hiding a honey like you at home I would have asked you months ago. What do you think?”

Bob was speechless. Maria took the moment of silence to approach Bob and, under the cover of the relative darkness of the patio, started caressing bob's shapely ass. She kissed him– Bob could not believe how long her tongue was. When she drew back Bob was gasping– and could feel how wet he was getting down below.

“Come on, Janet,” Maria said. “It'll be great. Bob told Eric you were into the same things we are.”

Oh shit, Bob thought. I sure did. That time last August they worked a convention downtown and ended up at the Bonaventure bar and they traded stories. He got a bit loose with the details. I told him what I did to Janet every weekend– But it was really what Janet was doing to me!

Eric added,“You can invite Bob, if you want.”

Bob slowly backed away from the pair. “Uh, wow. Tell you what: I'll find Ja—Bob. Be right back.”

Bob found Janet near the elevators– She was looking for him as well. Bob looked flustered. “I don't exactly know how to ask you this, but I was talking to–”

“–Don't say another word,” Janet replied. “I just met Michelle from HR. And she, uh, wants to…”

Bob smiled. “She's a stone fox, huh? Well, Eric Branch and his wife just made me an interesting offer.”

“Eric AND his wife?”

“Yeah. Janet, we might be onto something. Maybe if we, uh, explored outside our marriage, it might break the spell–”

Janet laughed. “Don't make excuses. Just go have fun. I think it might be good for both of us.”

“Good enough. When are you coming home?”

“I'm meeting her upstairs. I'll be home tomorrow morning. Keep in touch with me. If I don't hear from you by sunset tomorrow, I'm going to assume you're in trouble.”

The evening for Janet proved extremely memorable. When Michelle got Janet to her room she attacked her with kisses. But at the moment when things were getting serious Michelle admitted she was embarrassingly inexperienced in bed. Janet was touched by her genuine vulnerability and they spend an hour just hugging. When the young woman began to feel more secure Janet proposed a way to remove any fears she might have of poor performance. She fished a few pairs of pantyhose out of Michelle's travel case and began to secure her to the bed, hand and foot, spread-eagled and naked.

Michelle was panting with lust before Janet secured the last knot. She hovered over her love mound, framed by the barest wisp of blonde hair. The first few tentative licks sent her screaming with delight. Janet was not just aroused: She was filled with curiosity. She thought, Just what, exactly, is this girl capable of? Let's find out…

As Janet caressed Michelle's small but firm breasts and watched her writhe in pleasure, she also realized she was positively giddy. Michelle reminded Janet of herself, when she was her age. Innocent, eager, sensuous. Unspoiled by stretches of bad marriage and not living under a curse of a spell. I can't be like she is, I can't be that innocent and trusting, not ever again, she thought: But, as she added as she brought her rock-hard member into position over Michelle's wet, virginal-looking slit, Damn if this is just about as good.

Meanwhile, in the bedroom of Eric Branch's Mission Revival house in Hancock Park Bob had his head deep in Maria's crotch. He was on all fours on a thick rug, wrists and ankles shacked. He worked her pussy hard, trying to stay on target despite the deep thrusts from Eric, taking him from behind.

Maria tugged on the leash connected to the strict steel posture collar around Bob's neck. “Mmmm! Yeah! Deeper, harder, bitch! That's good!”

Moments later, both Eric and Maria came. Just when Bob felt an orgasm build, Eric pulled out. “Oh no. Not yet, Janet. We're not done with you yet.” Maria, as if on cue, threw the leash to Eric and he yanked Bob to his feet. “Let's see what you're capable of. If Bob wasn't bullshitting, it's quite a lot.”

Maria got up off her chair and opened the armoire, filled with kinky toys. She picked a slender braided leather buggy whip. “Start with this one, Eric.”

Bob stayed quiet as Eric secured his cuffed hands to a waiting overhead rope. Maria walked up to her and started gently tugging on his gold nipple rings.

“You kinky little thing,” Maria cooed. She gave the rings a tug, causing Bob to cry out. As if in answer, Eric came down across the backs of his shapely thighs with the whip.

Tears ran down Bob's face. Tears of joy.

Bob spent the next day as Eric and Maria's sex slave. Early in the day, Eric dressed Maria and Bob in identical harnesses and restraints and let them play with each other, blindfolded and gagged, while Eric watched. But later the couple settled on dominating Bob together, in all sorts of imaginative, energetic ways.

Some of the Branch's boundless energy was supplied by drugs. Eric had an impressive mound of coke on the coffee table the pair would occasionally indulge in. Bob declined all offers to partake. As he watched them snort up he thought, I may have had a lot of personal problems in the past, but at least I didn't do drugs and make them even worse. It worried Bob a little, but he remembered the invulnerability afforded in his female form.

Around sunset on Sunday Eric and Maria devised the ultimate tight bondage for their voluptuous slave: a full-body harness. His arms were tied together in reverse-prayer fashion, an extreme position which amazed both of them. Eric produced a huge rubber ball gag, and Bob had to finally protest.

“Eric, Maria: This has been great, but it's getting late and I need to get home. Please let me out of this.”

“Nonsense,” Eric replied, a bit woozily. “Bob told me you don't have a job to get up for. I'm sure he won't mind.”

Bob began to panic. “No, no, I need to get home now-noghumff. Ngggg!”

Eric strapped the ballgag in place. “Don't be a party-pooper, Janet. We're not done having fun yet.”

Maria came up to the tightly bound, defenseless Bob and clipped a heavy chain to his nipple rings. She let the chain drop and Bob screamed into the ball gag. The weight was agony: his breasts had been whipped and abused for hours and were very tender.

Maria laughed. “See? Why stop now? Tomorrow, we can all go out for pancakes.”

As if on cue, the cellphone in Janet's purse (which, for this weekend, was Bob's purse) chimed. Eric fished it out, looked at the caller ID and frowned. “Hey, this call is from you, Janet! What, you and Bob get your phones mixed up? Well, to indulge in a lame-ass joke, you can't talk right now. You're all tied up.” He giggled as he flipped it over, pulled out the battery and the phone went dead. He then came back to the job at hand.

As Bob cried and thrashed, Eric finished off their bondage creation: two enormous remote-control dildoes were stuffed into Bob's already abused and sore pussy and ass. Finally, a thick, tight rubber crotch strap was cinched into place, driving the intruders home. Eric and Maria sat on the couch, finishing the last of the coke, watching their sexy bondage slave girl jump to the tune of the remote controls.

Bob was still in the same tight bondage twelve hours later as he watched the dim crepuscular light outline the distant skyscrapers of downtown Los Angeles.

Fifteen minutes, tops, and the sun comes up, he thought. When I transform, this steel collar is going to squeeze my windpipe closed, and that's all she wrote.

He had screamed through his gag and cried and tried to get the pair to unlock her in every way possible when the evening became late and Eric and Maria started crashing from the depleted coke supply. But Bob's frantic thrashing only served to put Eric in a worse mood: He threw his slave girl in a small guest room, still tightly bound, and he and his wife crashed in their bedroom. They crashed hard: No amount of noise he was able to make all night would roust them.

Bob had a rueful thought: Well, at least when they find me here in the morning, dead and male, those cokehead assholes will have some explaining to do. A LOT of explaining.

SMASH! Bob heard glass breaking downstairs. A door opening. Footfalls.

Eric's slurred voice: “What the fuck are you doing here?”

“Where is she?”

“Who? Maria?”

“Don't fuck with me, Eric!”

“Upstairs.”

The door to the guest room burst open and Janet burst in, frantic. Her masculine body filled the doorframe. She laid eyes on Bob, framed by the window and the gathering dawn. Tears streamed down his face. She looked at his extreme, elaborate bondage and said “Oh, shit!”

Eric came up from behind him. “Cool, huh? God, your wife is a freak! We had so much– “–Get the fuck out NOW!!!” Janet slammed the door closed.

Eric, his sensed severely dulled from a nonstop day of debauchery, listened to frantic activity in the room from the hallway: slapping sounds of harness straps, metallic clinks and jingles– but no talking at all. Then, the very moment dawn sent shafts of yellow light into the hallway outside the guest room, he felt two heavy thumps– then total silence.

Minutes passed. Eric's foggy mind began to clear a bit, and he started to become concerned. He heard activity slowly renew. Maria groggily came to Eric's side in the hallway, carrying a spare bathrobe. Eric decided to risk entering the guest bedroom.

Inside they were greeted by a curious sight: Janet, their sex slave, nude and free of any bondage. She seemed shocked by Eric's gaze and covered her body with her hands. Bob was sitting on the bed, shirtless, buckling up his pants. But the sight they both found incredible: The woman they had spent the better part of a day whipping, binding and screwing appeared completely unmarked.

Eric and Maria were too stunned to move. Bob reached over and grabbed the bathrobe out of Maria's hand and covered Janet with it. Bob silently finished dressing and he and Janet brushed by the speechless couple. They left the house without saying a word.

During the drive back to El Segundo Bob opened up. “I had no idea they'd get all coked up and leave me there like that. Thank you for saving me. How the hell did you do that?”

“I slept with the girl from Human Resources, remember? All I had to do is call her. She has everyone's address.”

Bob leaned back, closed his eyes. “Let's never do that again.”

Janet smiled. “Not so fast there, Chief. It wasn't all bad. We just have to be more careful, that's all. Still, I have to admit ever since I couldn't reach you last night I was scared shitless.”

Bob was dumbstruck. “I so sorry–”

“–Aw, honey, You don't have to be sorry. I'll make you pay for it next weekend.”

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