Chapter XII
She stormed out the door and into the cold night. For a moment she panicked when
she couldn't find him, but then she caught a glimpse of him rounding a corner.
She shouted for him to stop and ran after him. She rounded the corner just in
time to see him disappear down a dark alley. She ran to the mouth of the alley
and hesitated. She couldn't see a thing and this was a bad part of town after
all. For several moments she walked in little circles in front of the alley,
frustration and fear fighting with curiosity and arousal. Finally arousal won
out and she stepped into the alley. It took a few moments for her eyes to ad-
just before she could go on. There was no longer any sign of him and she had to
be careful not to fall over the crates and rubbish. The alley ran into another
alley, then an- other and then another. Pretty soon she was completely
disorientated and with a start she realized that she was lost. Her lust quickly
fled to a safer corner of her mind and fear took it's place. Frantically she
searched for a way back to the street but every dark corner re- vealed another
alley. She started crying and shivering and pretty soon she was running around,
convinced that the street had to be just around the next corner. She ended up in
a dead end and she leaned against the rough bricks that blocked her way. She
was still sobbing into her arms when she suddenly heard the sound of a zippo
being lighted. She flung herself around and saw a tall dark shape standing in
the middle of the alley. He lit a cigarette and relief flooded through her body
as she recognized his face in the flickering light of the zippo. Lust returned
and started a boxing match with fear. She leaned back against the wall and
tried to look sultry but fear was not yet defeated and the effect was a bit
spoilt by her knees knocking against each other. His shoes crunched loudly over
the broken glass in the alley as he walked up to her. He sat down on a crate
next to her and looked her over. "This is not a good place for ladies to hang
around." he simply said and took another drag from his cigarette. "Why didn't
you wait?" she asked, "I wanted to speak to you." He reached out and drew her
to him. "Hmm" he said. "What do you mean 'hmmm'. Couldn't you have wa...." she
said only to be cut off by his lips meeting hers. "Mhgh hmpf yng?" she said
after they'd kissed for a while. "Hmm?" he said, coming up for air. "I said,
who are you?" she replied. "Don't you know?" he replied, his voice sounding
mischievous. "If you are who I think you are, and you'd better be him, then
you'd damn well wish you weren't who I think you are because I'm very angry at
him that I think you are." "?" he said. Damn! His eyes seemed to be doing
something to her tongue. "I mean, I you're hmf mff ymmfm..." she said as he
kissed her again. He lifted her into his arms and carried her over to an old
mattress lying forgotten in the corner. The effect would have been spoilt by
the smell of booze and urine rising from the mattress, but she was no longer in
any state to care about what her nose thought. He tore the clothes from her
body, the thick garter belt ripping loudly as his powerful arms ripped it to
shreds. He leaned back and looked down on her glimmering body, a faint smile
playing around the corner of his mouth. He removed a small device from his back
pocket and she realized that it was a ordinary car remote. She started giggling
as he pressed the remote and her suit bleeped back, just as if she was an
expensive car. The two domes over her breasts and the dome over her sex popped
up and as he brushed them away her breasts spilled out of the holes left by the
domes. She groaned as his hands found her breasts and for the first time in
several months she felt warm human hands fondling her naked flesh. Sud- denly
she felt the hard head of his member pressing onto her sex and she gasped loudly
as he rammed it home roughly. For a few seconds she stared up at the small
section of stars between the tall buildings but soon her eyes glazed over and
lost focus completely.
Sharon woke slowly and groaned as the hang-over hit her full blast. Despite the
nausea and headache she could still feel the lingering effects of the dream.
She rolled over on to her side and stared at the shoes as they lay on the
floor. In her drunken state she'd for- gotten to remove the clothes and she was
still dressed in the leotard, mini skirt, garters and stockings. She slowly and
carefully rose and walked to the window. The bright mid- morning sun was agony
to her eyes and she drew the blinds closed. She looked down at her chest. "You
bastard, you know what I feel like?" she said hoping he was listening. She
undressed, moaning as the movements caused pandemonium in her head. When she
was done she did her ablutions and took a shower.
She sat staring at the kettle, not realizing that it had long since boiled and
switched off. Her mind was elsewhere, re-living the events of the previous
evening. Despite looking like a tart she'd enjoyed the evening. It was
flattering and pleasant to be the center of attention and she smiled fondly as
she remembered her little group of admirers. Suddenly the door- bell rang and
with a jolt she remembered that she'd invited Anette over. Sharon had thought
it was time to patch things up between them and she'd asked her to come over.
She rushed to the bedroom, suddenly very aware that she was walking around in
only the suit. She dressed in her usual T-shirt and jeans and went to open the
door.
To her surprise it wasn't Anette but a delivery boy. He was holding an enormous
bunch of roses and she could almost not see his face. She signed for the roses
and carried them into the kitchen. A thorough search for a card came up empty
and she sat staring at the roses. Could this be from him? Immediately her mind
jumped back to the man she'd danced with and a small thrill ran down her back.
She'd tried to follow him out of the club but a sharp pain in her abdomen had
warned her that her time was not yet up. Suddenly the dream returned and she
stroked her knees in frustrated arousal. For several seconds she day-dreamt,
all the while getting herself into more and more of a state. The old Sharon
would have been furious at him, after all he'd virtually made her his slave. She
stood up and started arranging the flowers. What a change she'd gone through!
The suit had forced her to admit to her submissive tendencies. She'd always
liked bondage games but she could never trust anybody enough to let them into
her little secret. Not even Anette knew of the strange kink in her personality.
Would she meet him again? What did he actu- ally want from her? All these
questions she'd carried for months and still she had no an- swers.
Anette arrived a little later and they chatted for a bit. There was an awkward
moment as Sharon refused to hug her, but then Anette noticed the flowers and
she rushed to the kitchen. "So - you DO have a lover. I thought it must be
that. So is he still a secret or are you going to tell me about him?" Sharon
sat down on the couch and pretended to examine her nails. She had the story all
worked out and decided to see how it fit. "His name's Mark. I met him on the
internet. We've been together now for almost a year." She started. Anette sat
down next to her and folded her legs in under her body. "We started in the usual
way, chatting in one of the rooms...."
Sharon and Anette walked through the mall, doing window shopping. Anette had
swal- lowed the whole story hook line and sinker. Of course she wanted to meet
him but Sharon explained that he was off to England on a three month contract.
They walked into a little boutique and Sharon stood looking around while Anette
inspected the clothes. "So this is what husbands feel like when their wives
take them shopping." she thought. Since her adventure had started her choice in
clothing had been severely restricted. She stood around and pretended to share
Anette's enthusiasm.
As Anette was browsing she happened to glimpse an interesting color and she
walked over. Hidden amongst the other clothes was the most gorgeous garment
she'd ever seen. It was made of two parts. The top part was a velvet bodysuit
with a high turtle neck and open back. The teardrop opening at the back was cut
all the way down to the waist. It had long, narrow sleeves that ran down to the
wrists. The color was so deep it looked red in some places and black in other.
It reminded her of the sweet, dark color of a fine red port. She sighed as she
held the wonderful fabric to her face. From the hips a long, narrow skirt made
from dark red chiffon ran down to the floor. At the hips it was tight and dark
but it gradually flared into wispy billows of translucent fabric around the
ankles. She sighed and put it back in it's place.
Anette came over and removed the garment from the stand. "Jeesh Sharon - it's
gor- geous! Why don't you try it on?" She asked, draping the garment over her
arms to inspect it. "Did you see the price?" she replied. Anette's eyes grew
large as she read the price tag. "Holy Shit! $849.00 for a dress!" she said,
suddenly holding the dress as if it was made from plutonium. "Are they out of
their minds? Who would buy a dress for that price?" She held it up to Sharon's
chest and inspected it. "You have to admit though, it would look spectacular.
It would go especially well with your new breasts." she said casually.
Sharon's heart jumped and for a moment she panicked. Anette turned around and
re- turned the dress to it's stand. "I was waiting for you to tell me about it
but I can't wait any longer." she said over her shoulder. "Why did you have it
done? I didn't figure you as that kind of person." she continued, "Besides,
you've always had a perfect figure."
Sharon smiled at the compliment as they stepped out of the boutique. "You'd
know, wouldn't you." She replied, trying to buy some time to think something
up. Anette was looking at her expectantly, refusing to have the subject
changed. "I didn't really decide to have it done, it just sort of happened. I
was seeing a shrink about a bit of a problem I had, sleepless nights and
depression and so on. He suggested I do a make-over, kind of re- invent myself
from the ground up. Maybe it was the depression or maybe it was the pills, I
still don't know, but I decided to have my boobs done."
She grinned at Anette's shocked expression. "Yeah, that's exactly the face the
shrink made. It wasn't what she'd had in mind either." "So why the secrecy? And
why are you so distant all of a sudden? After all we'd been trough you suddenly
won't let me to within ten yards of you." Anette asked, a bit of a whiny twang
creeping into her voice. They sat down at a coffee shop and ordered tea.
"Well, there are a lot of reasons. When you first came to my house I'd just had
it done. I was still groggy from the drugs and felt a bit out of it. That's why
I asked what day it was. I was also very sore and the last thing I wanted was
to be touched." Anette nodded, ac- cepting the explanation. "Then when we fought
I thought you hated me." again she smiled at Anette's accusing look. "I know it
was silly but remember I was pumped full of drugs. I didn't tell the doctors I
was on anti-depressants and the combinations of drugs played havoc with my
emotions. When I finally got off the drugs such a long time had passed I didn't
know how to patch things up again." Anette nodded knowingly, still accepting the
story as the gospel truth. "I know how you felt. There were several times I
wanted to come over but I thought you were pissed at me for some reason. I
wasn't sure how to approach you."
They sat in silence for a moment, recollecting the months that had passed
between them. "And now, why are you still acting so strangely? It's clear you
still don't want me anywhere near you. We don't have to do it you know, I'm
just a touchy feely kind of person. You know that." For a few minutes Sharon
sat staring at her fingers, frantically searching for an answer. "There were
complications with the operation." she finally said, not sure where she was
heading. "I've had two more operations since the first one and I think there
will be a few more to come. I'm still sore and will probably be quite
uncomfortable for some time to come."
"Jesus Sharon, you're not going to lose them are you" Anette said, a shocked
expression on her face. "I already have" she almost replied but she bit her
tongue just in time. "No, it's not the breasts themselves. They found something
wrong with the blood vessels and tis- sue just above the rib-cage" she said. "I
don't quite understand it myself so don't ask me what it is. All I know is that
they found it in time and they say they can fix it." "Jeesh, you should have
called. You shouldn't go through this alone." Anette said, concern written all
over her face. "Well, at about the same time I met Mark. He was a real help and
I leaned on him a lot." She looked down at her breasts. Was he listening?
"Because of the opera- tions we couldn't do it. It was the most frustrating
thing I've ever gone through. I longed to feel his hands on me. I wanted him so
bad I would have done it with stitches and all. I wanted to feel him against
me, my hips pressing into his. But he refused, he said he would feel too guilty
knowing that he's hurt me. All I wanted was to have him inside me for ever,
holding on to him. I started dreaming of the day we'd finally get to do it. His
big hands roaming over my body, his warm breath in my neck. I would walk around
the flat naked, ready for him to come over. My breasts would throb so hard I'd
thought the stitches would come loose. I'd lay in bed, touching and playing
with myself, saying his name over and over again. I'd get wet every time he'd
just look at me, my legs quivering at his deep dark eyes." Suddenly she was
back in the mall and she immediately blushed a deep crimson red. Anette sat
with her mouth hanging open, her eyes blinking rapidly in shock. Sharon gave an
embarrassed little giggle. "Suffice it to say we haven't gotten around to it
yet."
