By JeffB
{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in November 2007 }
Last weekend I happened to run into Janice Ellsworth, a college classmate of mine, at the largest mall in three counties. We had been sorority sisters back then, and on more than one occasion had shared a bed overnight. After graduation we drifted apart, each of us pursuing our separate career paths. She is now a financial guru at an upscale investment firm, and I am a moderately successful fashion photographer. Neither of us has married; and speaking for myself I have no intention of doing so.
We shared a few minutes over coffee, talking and laughing about what has now become the “good ol’ days”. She seemed genuinely interested in my current job assignment of photographing children’s apparel for a national ad campaign. To tell the truth, I was bubbling with enthusiasm myself over the assignment, and made no effort to hide my excitement from her.
Finishing our coffee, we both got up and went to the register to pay our check. She suggested that we try to get together for dinner one night soon, maybe next week even. She handed me her business card with her phone number and suggested I call her on Monday, before lunch. Just before parting, she leaned into me and kissed me on the cheek, almost but not quite on the corner of my mouth.
A wave of memory swept over me, transporting me back to those carefree days at college, and the intimate times we shared together. It brought back warm memories and I felt a tingling clear down to my toes.
Returning to my car I stowed my purchases in the trunk and buckled in for the twenty minute drive across town to my condo by the river. The drive home gave me time to remember the times we spent together. Each of us had admitted to having “girlfriends” in high school. Then one night over a pizza and a bottle of red wine, or was that two bottles, we decided that we might just like to spend some personal time with each other. Since we were in her dorm room, she took the lead.
Standing there together, she reached out and embraced me, pulling me to her and kissing me; first on the lower jaw just below my ear, then up across my cheek, and finally full on the mouth. I opened to her and invited her tongue inside. We held that kiss for at least two minutes, until my knees got a little weak and I slumped down onto her bed.
Soon our hands were all over each other as we unbuttoned buttons, unzipped zippers and unhooked hooks. We resumed kissing there on the side of her bed, moving down from our faces to our chests, licking and mouthing at breasts and nipples, giving ourselves over to a rising passion in each of us; kissing and caressing each other lower and lower until she gently but firmly pushed me over onto my back on her bed. In no time at all we were engaged in muff diving, and worked back and forth to bring each other to a wonderfully satisfying shared orgasm; our first of many.
Reliving those memories got my juices flowing. In honor of our reunion I stopped by my favorite neighborhood pizza place and picked up a pie and a bottle of red wine. When I got home I ate some pizza and drank some wine, remembering again the fun times from college. Before long I was out of my clothes, relaxing in a tub of hot water, and drinking wine straight out of the bottle. The buzz in my head matched the buzz in my pussy, and they both gave me a nice warm feeling.
I drained the water from the tub, picked up the hand held shower wand, and indulged in my favorite pastime. Adjusting the spray and water temperature, I slowly teased myself to a very satisfactory orgasm. The stinging bite of the spray on my clit brought my breath up short, and finally completely took my breath away and I shook and twitched there on the bathtub floor. I was literally drained when I finished, and the afterglow lingered while I dried myself and climbed into my bed for a good night’s sleep.
The next day was Sunday, and I spent the day reviewing my latest shots of kids modeling the next season’s fashions. 90% of the models were little girls, and 90% of them were between the ages of six and twelve; which just happens to be my personal favorite age range for photographing little girls. Most people don’t realize how many hundred photographs you have to shoot just to get that one “perfect” shot. Thanks to the advent of digital photography, I can store literally thousands of photographs on my computer here at home. I mean, why else do you think I have over ten thousand photographs of dressed and semi-dressed little girls on my computer?
Now photographing little girls in various stages of dress and undress, wearing everything from underpants to winter coats, makes a very large photo collection indeed. Sometimes I turn my lights down low, set my computer to page through my collection in a slide show, and lie on my couch nude, caressing my body and pretending that these little darlings are right here in the room with me; touching me and letting me touch them. This is alas only a fantasy of mine, but as long as I keep it to myself where’s the harm? I mean I would never really touch a child like that. And probably never be touched by one in return.
Does this make me a sicko? A pervert? Damaged goods? I sincerely hope not. I actually started out in my lesbian orientation when I used to baby- sit some kids while I was in high school. I had two or three favorites, and I engaged in a little innocent touching and kissing with them. Most were between two and four years old, so I was safe from discovery. But these experiences laid the groundwork for my future interests and my eventual career. And even though I had experiences with other girls and women my own age, somehow the “forbidden fruit” of a young girl still appeals to me.
Monday I was back at work in my studio, working very hard to meet the schedule for the upcoming catalog. I was working with about seven or eight girls, who bustled around in various states of undress changing outfits. And I would innocently be snapping pictures left and right, mentally book marking a certain look, a certain pose, to review later back home.
Finally about 11:30 I called a break for everyone. I remembered that Janice suggested I call her before lunch today to make dinner plans. I sat down at my desk and dialed her number. We spent a couple of minutes in “small talk” and then she asked me if I could meet her for dinner that night. I told her that I would be finished at work about 5:00 and home by 6:00. She said she would pick me up and I gave her my address and phone number. Just before she rang off she piqued my interest when she told me to “come hungry, but plan to save room for dessert.”
The rest of the afternoon flew by, with lots of great shots. I may have even taken one or two that will make it into the final catalog. By 5:00 the last of the models had left for the day. I gathered up my equipment and headed for home. Once there I stowed my gear and quickly changed out of my work clothes into something fit to be seen out in public.
About five minutes past six my door bell rang. I opened the door, expecting to greet Janice, only to find a stranger; a very elegant looking younger woman dressed in a chauffeur’s livery, complete with black boots and driving cap. She smiled at me, then handed me a note. Stepping back I unfolded it and recognized Janice’s flowing script. The note read:
Hi Pooh Bear,
Sorry, but something came up at the last minute and I will be a little late. I will meet you for dinner. The delicious number standing outside your door is my driver, Gretchen. While she hears perfectly well, she is unable to speak, so she won’t be able to talk to you.
It will be about an hour’s drive to dinner tonight, so just enjoy the ride. One thing though. On the way to dinner, Gretchen will hand you a box. Open the box and follow the written instructions. If you do not do this, she is instructed to simply turn around and bring you back home. If that is too weird for you, just decline the invitation.
Oh, and like I said earlier, do come hungry and plan to save room for dessert.
Love,
Jan
So what does that mean? Looking back up from the note I met Gretchen’s smiling eyes. Obviously I wasn’t going to get any more information from her. I almost dismissed her and closed my door, except for the last line in Jan’s note; that cryptic remark about dessert again. With that I picked up my coat and purse and followed Gretchen to the car. I’ll say this much for her though… she sure looked good in that uniform.
We got to the car and she opened the rear door for me. Sliding into the plush leather seat, I was almost swallowed up. Gretchen went around and got behind the wheel, started up and eased into traffic. Ten minutes later we were on the Interstate heading west. Just before we merged into traffic Gretchen opened the privacy panel and handed me a small, flat box.
Putting it on my lap I opened it and saw the note on top of the contents. It instructed me to put on the garment and just sit back and enjoy the ride. I was to keep the garment on until Jan met me at the restaurant. Reaching into the box I picked up a black velvet hood… well, at first glance it looked like a hood. But in reality it turned out to be a plush blindfold, as there were no eye openings anywhere on the garment. The front was cut in an inverted vee shape that ended at the tip of my nose, without obstructing my breathing. The last thing I saw was Gretchen watching me through the rearview mirror as I pulled the hood over my head and settled back in my seat. I heard the privacy panel close, isolating me inside my plush cocoon. Thank goodness for the heavily tinted windows, as I would have made quite a sight riding in that back seat with a bag over my head.
I felt the car slow as it exited the Interstate. I felt and heard as we started to climb in elevation, and there were some turns, although whether they were actual turns or only bends in the pavement I could not say. After about twenty minutes the car slowed to a stop. Still wearing my blindfold I simply sat there waiting for Jan to show up. I sure hoped this wasn’t an elaborate practical joke of some kind.
We sat there for a couple of minutes until the rear door opened and I heard Jan’s voice saying “Hi Pooh Bear. Let me help you out of there.” She reached in and grabbing me by the upper arms she helped me out of the car. “Here, baby, let me take this off.” And she lifted the plush blindfold from my head.
Looking around, I saw that we stood under a covered portico on a circular driveway. Gretchen was already moving the car to the parking area. Next to the driveway was a wide staircase leading up to a building. Nowhere could I see any signs indicating the name or location of the building. Together Jan and I ascended the stairs and went inside.
After checking our coats and the hood with the coat room, we were escorted to Jan’s reserved table. The bar waiter took our drink orders, and the waiter brought the dinner menus. Looking around I noted that in the entire restaurant was populated with tables seating either two or four patrons… and with the exception of the staff there was not a man among the crowd.
Looking across the table I asked Jan “Where the devil are we? What is this place?” Jan responded that this is a very exclusive club, catering to a very exclusive membership, with very exclusive tastes.
After a sumptuous meal, we waited until the dishes were cleaned away, and Jan asked the waiter to bring me the dessert menu. She responded to my quizzical look by stating that she had already reserved her “selection” for the evening. The menu arrived, and I was surprised to see that it was a laptop computer… pretty high-tech for pie and cake, isn’t it? Upon opening the computer I saw that it was indeed the dessert menu. The screen banner said to depress the enter key to continue; so I did. My jaw dropped when the screen lit up.
There was a picture of a little girl… a very young and pretty and… oh my god a naked little girl. I watched as the video started and she slowly pirouetted around and then curtseyed to the camera. When she did that, her tiny little cunny opened and closed, like she was “winking” at the camera. I was shocked. I was amazed. Hell, I was turned on as I felt my pussy puddle up. The caption at the bottom of the screen gave the girl’s vital statistics, like name, height, weight, hair and eye color, and age… definitely below 10 years old.
Swallowing hard I looked back over the top of the screen to Jan. “What gives here? What am I supposed to do?”
“Pooh Bear, tonight is your dream come true. I remember the stories you told me when we were back in school, about your attraction for young girls. I have checked out some of your work, and it’s apparent to me that you still harbor those feelings. And here, dear sister mine, you get to live out those early fantasies.
“Remember how you thought you were perverted and sick for feeling that way? Well take a good look around. Every patron in here has the very same feelings, urges and desires. So tell me, how sick or weird do you feel now?”
Looking around me I saw several women doing exactly as I was… shopping from the video dessert menu. No, they didn’t look much different than I did; just your typical everyday average lesbian pedophile.
“So go ahead and indulge your urges. Make a selection. Then for the rest of the evening you get to have her all to yourself in one of the entertainment rooms upstairs. But hurry, the selection tends to go pretty fast.”
Directing my attention back to the computer, I paged through the offerings on the menu. It was a very diverse assortment of ages, from two to ten, and a mixture of ethnic backgrounds, and they all made that little turn and curtsey in their video. At the end of the presentation, a screen full of thumbnail photos appeared, with the instruction to place the cursor over my choice and press enter. About a dozen photos had the caption “no longer available” across them, and the selections were indeed going fast.
I quickly scanned the available selections, placed the cursor and hit the enter key. The computer whirred, and a piece of thermal print paper popped out. It contained a three digit number, and the picture of my selection now showed the “not available” banner. Looking back up at Jan, she said “Bring your reservation slip and come with me.”
At the foot of the stairs I handed my paper to the attendant. He picked up a phone and spoke two numbers into it; the first being the number for my selection, and the second I soon learned was the room number we were assigned to use. He handed me a magnetic key card and told me to meet the escort at the top of the stairs. Jan kissed me lightly on the cheek, smiled, and said “enjoy”.
I climbed the stairs on slightly shaky knees and handed the attendant my key card. He directed me over to a hallway and we walked down past numbered doors on each side. We reached my room and he unlocked the door, turned on the light, and handed the key back to me. Wishing me a pleasant evening, he smiled and returned to his station at the head of the stairs. That’s it… no knowing smirk, no raised eyebrow, and no attitude whatsoever; just like he does this a hundred times a week; which of course he probably does. I was feeling more accepted and relaxed every minute.
Walking in I looked around the large room. There was a king sized bed, a two place loveseat, and a recliner facing a flat screen. On the shelf below the TV were a DVD player and a collection of DVD movies. I read through a few titles like “Pre-teen Lesbo Review”, “Mommy Does Debbie” and “What Teacher Taught Me”. Looking at the pictures on the DVDs I swear I recognized at least two of the girls on tonight’s dessert menu.
Looking further around the room I spied a framed sheet of instructions. Basically it said that upon pressing the call button on the wall my selection for the evening would be delivered to the room. She would arrive naked, but there was a closet nearby with a wide assortment of clothes and costumes, in both adult and child sizes, along with a wide array of “equipment”. I was not allowed to use extreme physical force on my playmate, although play acting and light spanking was acceptable. Upon entry my playmate will introduce herself by name, although she would answer to whatever I chose to call her. She in turn would address me in whatever manner I wished, even calling me “Aunt”, “Sister”, “Mistress” or the favorite choice of “Mommy”.
I decided to check out that closet. It was a big walk-in with double doors. Along one side were conventional everyday clothes for both of us. Along the opposite wall were more unusual costumes, with themes like B&D, police uniforms, cowgirl and/or Indian costumes, and some sort of sci-fi space costumes. Equipment included restraint cuffs, two sizes of floggers with soft velvet strands, and a strap-on dildo in a child sized harness. It was obvious what that would be used for.
The instructions finished by saying that I would probably want to get undressed before summoning my dessert; unless my fantasy including having the child undress me.
My little companion was trained and skilled in all aspects of lesbian love, and would cooperate with whatever I requested. The session would last until midnight, at which time she would be returned to her quarters.
Off to the side was a bathroom with a large, sunken tub, vanity with mirrors, and a separate room for the toilet. Hanging inside a cabinet was an assortment of enema equipment, along with two nurses’ caps… one large and one small.
Looking at the clock above the call button, I saw that it was approaching 9:00; so many choices… so little time. I removed my clothes, turned on the stereo and reached out to press the call button. It blinked three times then went dark again. In less than a minute there was a whirring sound as the wall opposite pivoted and my little treat rotated into the room. As advertised, she was about 3’4” with curly blond hair, blue eyes, all of eight years old and naked as the proverbial jaybird. She stepped into the room, curtseyed to me, and spoke in a clear voice.
“Good evening, miss, my name is Cindy. Thank you for choosing me as your dessert tonight. How shall I address you this evening?”
Standing across the room from her, I felt my knees begin to buckle under me and dropped to the floor. Holding out my opened arms to this sweet cherub, I said “Call me Mommy, sweetheart.”
She raced across the room, opened her arms, and wrapped them around my neck. As I hugged her to me, my hands reached down to cup her sweet little bottom. Hugging her up to me brought her into contact with my breasts, and my nipples sprung to attention at the touch of her baby smooth skin. She leaned into me and kissed me on the mouth. I returned her kiss, and then felt her tongue probing my lips, wiggling its way into my mouth. Opening my mouth I responded in kind, and we explored each others’ mouths.
With her arms still tight around my neck, I stood up, cupping her naked ass in one hand while my other hand supported her back. She really weighed next to nothing, and her bare skin felt so delicious on my bare breasts. She wrapped her legs around my waist as we walked over to the bed. Climbing up onto the bed, I laid down on my back with her there on top of me.
She scooted off to one side, and this brought her face even with my chest. Looking up into my face with her baby blue eyes, she asked “Please, Mommy, may I suck on your tittie?” Putting my hand on the back of her head I pressed her to my breast and was rewarded when her little pink tongue reached out for a lick before she locked her lips over my engorged nipple. Happy memories of my baby sitting days came flooding back to me, and my juices flowed down into my ass crack. I kept kissing her lightly on her head and face as I gently rocked her against my body.
While she continued to “nurse” on my nipple, I felt her reach out with her free hand, moving it slowly down my stomach, across my bare mons, and down to my readily juicing pussy. I shifted slightly to open my legs, allowing her easier access. She was soon alternating between sucking my nipple and “petting my kitty” as I used to tell the girls I baby sat for. I just hugged her closer and kissed her harder.
She concentrated on rubbing across my clit, dipping her fingers in my vagina to scoop up more lubrication to keep swirling and strumming my quivering love button. I was so close to climax I could hardly hold still. Then all of a sudden she withdrew her fingers from my clit, leaving me in mid stream waiting to cum.
But before I could do or say anything, I felt her reach down and insert a finger into my vagina. Soon she added a second finger, and then a third; filling my fuck hole and sliding in and out, faster and faster, all the while still latched onto my nipple. I was so turned on and my fires were running full blast. All I could do was urge her on, and I sounded like a babbling idiot lying there as I literally begged for relief.
When it came it hit me in the gut like a Louisville Slugger; I cramped up so hard and flooded her hand and arm with my juices. Her three fingers slipped from my cunt and she returned to rubbing my clit as I rocked through my orgasm. And through it all she did not release my nipple from her lips, and all I could do is lay there caressing her curly blonde head and lightly kissing her sweet forehead.
Finally she raised her head and smiled at me. “Did you like that, Mommy? I put on my biggest smile and hugged her tighter as I assured her that she had done an excellent job. I had to rest there for a few minutes to catch my breath.
Rising up on my elbow, I rolled her over onto her back. Bending down I kissed her mouth, tasting again the sweet freshness therein. I continued to kiss on down her neck and throat, and then further down onto her dime sized nipples on her flat little chest. I licked and kissed and nibbled each tender morsel and she squirmed and giggled. I kissed down onto her tummy, inserting my tongue into her belly button eliciting even more giggles. At that point she reached out and entwined her fingers into my hair.
It was about then that she started pushing the top of my head further down her body to the most precious little cunny I have ever seen. The lips were furled closed like a flower bud, but as I first lightly blew warm air, then gently kissed and licked, it seemed to come to life and opened like a bloom. I gently used the fingers of one hand to spread her open, revealing the bright coral pink inner surfaces, already moistening up with her dew. The perfume was intoxicating and I could not resist a closer inspection. Reaching out I ran the tip of my tongue up through her slit, gasping at the freshness of her taste, and shivering with the excitement of what I was doing.
Here I was, doing something I have wanted to do all of my life, and I probably never would have this chance again. I was determined to enjoy the evening; but also to see that she had a good time. My best orgasms have been when I shared the experience with another person, and sharing theirs as well. I brought my attention up to the smallest love button I have ever seen, and gently flicked my tongue across it.
She responded by lifting her knees and spreading her legs wider, and drawing my head tighter to her sex. “Please, do that some more. I love it when someone licks my hot spot like that.”
With that encouragement I fell to the task at hand and started to lick the entire length of her miniature cunt. She bucked back into my face, and as she raised her ass off the bed I clutched both cheeks in my hands and kneaded the soft globes of flesh. As she became more excited she raised her legs and draped them up over my shoulders. The more I licked and squeezed, the more she twisted and squirmed in pleasure. Finally she lifted her bottom off of the bed, suspended by her legs, and rocked into a cum that I would not have believed if I weren’t right here to witness it.
She shook all over, and I felt her butt muscles clench repeatedly. The incoherent babble that she was making rang through the room. I only hoped that the room was well insulated, or else someone might come rushing in here to see who was being killed. I held onto her until she relaxed and lowered herself back onto the bed. My mouth and chin were covered with her essence, and as I crawled back up next to her head she turned toward me. She started kissing and licking all over my face, sharing her juices and getting me wet not only on my face but between my legs as well. We exchanged tongues and kissed each other. Then she reared back and looked into my eyes.
“Do you want me to do you too? I would love to make you feel that good. Can I please lick your pussy, Mommy?”
I don’t know what turned me on more; the fact that she wanted to go down on me, or that she continued to call me, “Mommy”. Either way, I kissed her quickly and hugged her close to me. Whispering in her ear, I said “Yes, baby, lick Mommy and make me feel good.” I helped her down in the bed, then raised my knees and spread my legs to give her access. Even the experience of her fingers in my fuckhole did not prepare me for the sensation of her mouth and tongue on my sex.
She kissed up and down, then sucked my labia into her mouth before she spread my lips apart to kiss and lick inside. She ran her finger around the opening of my fuck hole, followed by a second and third, filling my opening. Then she started kissing and licking my clit, rolling it between her lips and applying a slight suction while she bobbed her head up and down on me. In a matter of a few minutes I was rocking through a very intense orgasm, made all the more fantastic in that it was delivered by an eight year old child.
True, an obviously well trained and experienced child, but my gosh; I have had adult lovers that took longer to get me off than this. But not many who did it as well as this. My breathing was ragged and my head was spinning. My muscles in my legs and ass quivered and twitched for five minutes, and I had an afterglow that would have put the sun to shame. I was one happy camper.
Cindy crawled up next to me, and we embraced and kissed deeply. I tasted myself on her lips and tongue; and on her chin as well. Somehow it tasted so much better than when I would lick it off my own fingers. And right then I knew it would never taste this good to me again in the future.
After that we were pretty wiped out. I asked Cindy what else she wanted to do, and she surprised me by saying that she sometimes just liked to snuggle with someone in the recliner while enjoying a soda and watching one of the DVDs. I got up to get the soda, and told her to go pick out a movie for us to watch.
I got into the recliner and picked her up onto my lap. She straddled my thighs and leaned her back against my breasts. Her back rubbed against my nipples, and I kissed her neck as I hugged her closer. I turned on the movie and opened the cold drink, which we shared.
The movie was titled “Mommy’s Little Lover” and it featured a single mom with her young daughter. Throughout the film it showed the pair engaged in various sexual situations, in and around the house as well as some outdoor scenes. Throughout the film, which lasted about 45 minutes, I held Cindy and stroked her little nipples and perfect little cunny. Not trying to bring her to orgasm or anything, just sort of petting her there in my lap. I also planted quick little kisses on her neck and face.
Promptly at 11:45 the call button blinked three times and a female voice announced that it was almost closing time. Desserts were instructed to prepare to return to their quarters, and guests were advised to get dressed. I picked Cindy up and put her on the floor. I retrieved my clothes and started to dress. Cindy asked if she could kiss my breasts just one last time, and I clutched her to my chest. She ran her tongue around each nipple and sucked each one into her mouth. Smiling back up at me she gave me a quick kiss on my mouth before allowing me to resume dressing.
When I finished dressing, Cindy came and sat next to me on the bed. She wrapped her little arms around me and I held her close. She assured me that she was happy here, doing what she did, and that she enjoyed all of the great times she had. She thanked me again for being so kind to her and giving her a good time.
Just then the call button blinked three times, and the bell chimed. The voice announced that it was now closing time, and all desserts were to return to their quarters. We kissed once more, and then Cindy took her place on the revolving stage that would whisk her away and back into her world. Just before the wall swallowed her up, she blew me a kiss and said “I love you, Mommy.” Then the wall opened up and she was gone, probably forever. I raised my hand to wave to her, and then kept it up to brush the tear from my eye. This had to be the most wonderful evening of my life, and yet I regretted it coming to an end. I already missed little Cindy and having her with me. Looking around the room, I recalled the wonderful experiences I had enjoyed here, as I walked back out into the hall and returned to the stairway in the lobby.
Jan was waiting there for me, and we hugged and kissed quickly. I handed the key card back to the attendant, and we both went downstairs to retrieve our things from the coat room; namely our coats and that black plush blindfold. Exiting the front door we walked down the steps and got into Jan’s car, where the lovely Gretchen stood beside the opened door. Buckling in, Jan leaned over and gave me a deep kiss, before pulling the blindfold over my head as the car pulled away from the curb.
All the way home I sat in my dark cocoon, talking with Jan about what had transpired that evening in the enjoyment room with Cindy. What we did and how it felt to live out my fantasy dreams. But also how I felt about little Cindy, how I had come to love and feel for her in the few hours we had together, and about the empty feelings in my heart and the pit of my stomach since our parting. I told her that I worried about Cindy and the life she led.
Jan assured me that Cindy and the rest of the dessert girls were well taken care of, and that she was well provided for both now and in the future. The girls all attended private school, and must receive good grades before they can be desserts. They all receive extensive sex training in how to give and receive pleasure. None of them are forced to participate, and they are well paid for their services to the members of the club. Each girl has a college trust fund, and will receive a first rate education. They can earn extra money by appearing in the films that are produced for the exclusive use of the membership.
Speaking of the club, she told me that there were close to 2,000 members from around the country, and that there were a total of five “clubhouses” in different states; all of which were closely guarded secrets. The one thing that ties every member and clubhouse together is the unbridled passion and love of pre-adolescent girls. By the time we were finished talking, we had arrived at my place.
Jan took the hood from my head and got out of the car with me. She walked up the steps and went into the lobby. We kissed again and then she handed me a brown envelope that I failed to notice she was carrying. “Here’s something I want you to look at when you get up to your place. I gotta run now. Talk to you tomorrow.” Then a quick kiss and she was back out the door.
I took the elevator up to my place and could hardly wait to get that envelope opened. I turned on the table light and opened the envelope. In addition to a handful of papers there was an unlabeled DVD. I popped it into my player while I leafed through the papers.
Looking up on the screen I saw… what the hell?
I saw a back view of myself, tonight at the club, climbing that stairway from the lobby, handing my key card to the escort, and following him down the hall to that enjoyment room. Intercut with the back view were other views that clearly showed my face. By now the papers were scattered across the floor where I had dropped them at my feet.
It soon was obvious that my entire three hour romp with Cindy had been photographed from various angles. And as much as this scared me; it turned me on even more. I now had a video souvenir of this most incredible evening. But was this the only copy that existed?
I quickly picked up the papers and read through them. By the time I finished my heart rate and respiration had returned to normal. The final page assured me that this was not a shakedown attempt and that I was not being blackmailed. The DVD was just the souvenir that I thought it was.
The last page of the insert was an invitation to become a full time member of the club, with all rights and privileges. I could pay the full membership fee, or work off up to 50% by providing my services to the club as a professional photographer. And, as an added perk, I could have Cindy come live here with me and I could become her “mommy” for real. Adoption papers would be drawn up and she could continue going to the same school with all of her friends.
My hand trembled as I reached for the phone to dial the number shown on the application. I told the person who answered that I accepted the invitation and would be sending in my membership application first thing in the morning. I was so excited I almost bounced off the walls of my apartment.
I went in and undressed and got into bed, although I knew it would take a long time for me to fall to sleep. Finally exhaustion overtook me about 4:00 am and I drifted into sleep. About three hours later I was awakened by the chiming of my doorbell. Grabbing my robe I went into the living room and looked through my peephole. I saw that it was Jan’s driver Gretchen, and opened the door to her.
She flashed me a broad smile, and handed me a handwritten note from Jan.
It read:
Hi Pooh Bear,
I got the word that you accepted the invitation, and sort of expedited it for you. Here’s something I know you are missing about now. Don’t worry; she has the next three days off from school. Talk to you later.
Love you,
Jan
Looking at Gretchen, she stepped aside to reveal standing behind her; my delightful dessert from last night, Cindy. Beaming up at me, she asked if she really was going to live here with me forever. I assured her that she was, and taking her by the hand took her into my apartment. Gretchen reached down and picked up two suitcases and set them inside my door. Before she left, I put my arms around her and planted a big kiss on her mouth. “Give that to Jan for me, will you please?” She smiled and nodded her head in agreement. I closed the door behind her and swept little Cindy up in my arms.
I kissed her deeply and said, “Welcome home, sweetie.”
She hugged me tightly and returned my kiss. Her next words to me were the sweetest ever spoken within these walls. She simply said, “I love you, Mommy.”