“And you’re going to give us much pleasure, aren’t you, Mrs. Ryan? When you aren’t servicing my uncle and his friends you will be servicing me and my friends, isn’t that right?”
“Yes, Miss Sheila, that’s right.”
The waiter bringing their drinks was not the same one who took their order. He was older, tall and fat. His expression told them he knew what had gone on. He nodded at Ruben and grinned at Kathy as he dropped a napkin in front of the table. Before he stooped to pick it up, Ruben touched Kathy’s arm and said in a voice loud enough for the waiter to hear, “Part your legs. Let him see.” Kathy spread her legs.
The waiter bent down and lifted the tablecloth slightly. He stayed there for several moments pretending to look for the napkin. When he stood up, he folded the napkin carefully, never taking his eyes off Kathy. Before leaving, he turned to Ruben, “Thank you, Sir. That was much appreciated.”
Ruben nodded, “She likes to show herself in that way, don’t you my pet? It turns her on.” He nudged Kathy indicating she was to answer.
“Yes, it…it…does,” she said softly and looked away.
The waiter lingered. Ruben smiled slightly. He nudged Kathy, “Tell him to invite his friends to come and have a look if he wishes.”
Kathy turned back to the waiter who was grinning at her, “It’s all right to tell your friends,” she said.
“I sure will, Mrs. Ryan.” He hurried back to the kitchen. Kathy was surprised he knew who she was. Ruben had no doubt called ahead to say he was bringing her. Sheila snapped open her silver case and took out a cigarette that she held up before Kathy. Quickly fumbling in her purse, Kathy found the lighter and lit it. She noticed that some of her old friends were staring in disbelief.
Before Kathy finished her wine, two other waiters had come to the table. One dropped a fork. The other let his order pad slip out of his hand. Obediently Kathy spread her legs. Each of them thanked Ruben when they stood up, grinning. It appeared to her that people at nearby tables were aware of what she was doing. She hung her head, too embarrassed to face them.
During dinner, Sheila deliberately pushed her napkin off the table. She poked Kathy and said, “Fetch.” The napkin was lying on the edge of the dance floor. Kathy looked around at the couples sitting nearby. Many of them had been at her wedding. Most had attended Jeff’s funeral. When Kathy stood up she noticed they were watching her. She picked up the napkin. As she was placing it back, Sheila whispered, “Fold it next to my plate, and kiss my cheek.” Kathy stood at her side hesitating. Without looking at her, Ruben grunted. Quickly, Kathy folded the napkin and leaned over Sheila to kiss her on the cheek. Unsmiling, Sheila stared up at her. “Now, take my drink to the bar and tell them to do it over and to put more vodka in it this time.” Kathy reached for the glass. Sheila placed her hand on Kathy’s and spoke in a voice loud enough for the people at the closest tables to hear, “Hurry, Mrs. Ryan, I’m thirsty.” Kathy walked quickly to the bar and brought the fresh drink back. When she was seated, Sheila frowned at her, “The next time I tell you to fetch, I want you to run. You’ll do that won’t you? You’ll run like my very own little pet and fetch for me?”
“Yes, Miss Sheila, I’ll run.”
Sheila patted Kathy’s cheek, “You are my obedient pet, aren’t you, Mrs. Ryan?”
Kathy glanced at Ruben who was waiting for her to answer. She turned to face Sheila and nodded, “I’m your obedient pet, Miss Sheila.”
Sheila put a cigarette between her lips. As soon as Kathy lit it, Sheila crushed it out in the ashtray. The people close to them were still watching. Sheila put the still full pack of cigarettes in her purse. “I’m almost out of cigarettes.” She nudged Kathy, “Go back to the bar and fetch me a pack.” Her grip tightened on Kathy’s wrist. She mouthed the words, “And this time run.” Kathy stood again and moving as fast as the five-inch heels and tight skirt would allow, hurried to the bar and hurried back with the cigarettes. Even at the distant tables, Kathy’s friends began to whisper among themselves. Kathy put the pack beside Sheila’s plate. Sheila tapped it with a long fingernail, “Open it, and put a cigarette between my lips, and light it…lovingly little pet.” She smiled.
Kathy fumbled with the pack, extracted a cigarette, and placed it between Sheila’s lips. She noticed that more of the guests had turned in their direction. She flicked the lighter and held it to Sheila’s cigarette. Again, Sheila took a single drag, blew the smoke in a long stream, then ground the cigarette out.
Enjoying the attention, Sheila grinned. She turned to Kathy once more, “Did your husband ever lick your asshole, Mrs. Ryan?” The question caught Kathy unaware. Beside her, Ruben laughed out loud.
Kathy hung her head and whispered, “My God, no…how could you…”
Sheila cut her off, “I plan to let it be known he used to beg to lick mine.”
The rage boiled up in Kathy. She wanted to put her hands around Sheila’s scrawny neck and squeeze until the skinny bitch was dead. Ruben sensed that her anger was about to explode. He grabbed her arm forcefully and turned her to face him. His eyes were hard. He spoke quietly but with authority, “Remember the rats, Mrs. Ryan.” He saw the fear in Kathy’s face. “Now, take Sheila’s hand and bring it to your lips. Look at her and tell her that tonight you will be on your knees begging her for any favors she wishes to bestow on you, including the one she just mentioned.” Before Kathy could protest, his fingernails dug into her skin, “Do it,” he said.
Obediently, Kathy turned toward Sheila. She kissed Sheila’s hand and then looked down at her plate, “Tonight, I’ll be on my knees before you. I…I’ll beg you to let me please you in any way you wish,” she whispered.
“Even that?” Sheila smirked.
“Yes, even that,” Kathy said.
Sheila laughed delightedly, “Oh uncle will enjoy seeing that. He’ll love seeing the beautiful Mrs. Ryan on her knees, spreading my ass cheeks, and licking me there with her sweet little tongue.” She leaned across toward Ruben, “Won’t watching Mrs. Ryan serve your niece in that way please you, Uncle?”
Ruben smiled at her, “Indeed it will, my dear, indeed it will. I think we should include such service as one of Mrs. Ryan’s daily duties.”
They finished the meal in silence. After the plates were cleared away, a dance band assembled on the small stage. The band began with a slow dance tune. Ruben pulled Kathy to her feet and led her to the dance floor. They made a grotesque looking couple; the ugly, fat, old man pressing the young and beautiful Kathy tightly to him, his arms wrapped around her waist. He whispered harshly to her, “Put your cheek on my chest. Grind your pussy into me. Keep it there and rub it against my prick.”
He smelled strongly of perspiration. Even his suit coat was damp. Despising him and herself, she did as he ordered. Other couples looked at them and then looked away. None of her friends acknowledged her. She felt Ruben’s hands slide from her waist to her ass. He moved his hands over her ass cheeks and then pulled her tighter into him. She could feel his cock beginning to swell. “Rub your cunt against it,” he said. They were hardly dancing, just swaying while he pressed his cock into her. She tried desperately to resist becoming aroused. But her training at the Facility forced her to respond automatically.
However, she knew it wasn’t only the training. Memories of the distant past drifted into her consciousness: visions of herself as an adolescent looking fearfully at the ugly, fat, old Simon Ruben as he lounged beside the county club pool; those moments when she was a teenager and they would pass each other in the village. His eyes bored into her, undressing her. She remembered how her heart would beat faster and how she would blush and feel the heat flow downward. She remembered how if she saw him on the other side of the street she would feel compelled to cross so that they would pass each other. She thought of how much he reminded her now of Ezra Stein. Her face was flushed. She felt her nipples stiffen and knew that her pussy was very wet. Ruben smiled, sensing the change. “You’re getting excited, aren’t you, Mrs. Ryan?”
“I don’t want to, but…yes, I can’t…”
“Put your arms around my neck. Look up at me and keep grinding your cunt against my prick.” As Kathy reached up to clasp her hands behind his thick neck, her nipples, through the transparent blouse, rubbed against this damp shirt. He squeezed her ass cheeks and pulled her closer. Through her short skirt, she could feel the hardness and the heat of his cock. Ruben licked his pendulous lips and stared down at her, “A year ago, Mrs. Ryan, on this very dance floor, I touched your breast and you made a fool out of me. You and your husband later tried to destroy me.” He still held her tight but moved his hands over her ass. “Now, Mrs. Ryan, I’m fondling your ass before all of your friends and they’re looking at us. Your tits are pressed tight against me. You’re hot, Mrs. Ryan.” His face was now only inches from hers. “What do you want, Mrs. Ryan, tell me what you want?”
Aware that many of the couples on the dance floor had stopped dancing and were standing in place staring at them, Kathy tried to pull away, but Ruben gripped her ass tighter. His face was closer now, his beady pig eyes burning into hers.
“Say it,” he demanded, “say what you want. He ground his cock against her.
She caught her breath, “Kiss me,” she said. “I want you to kiss me.”
She stood on her tiptoes and, tilting her head, she parted her lips for him and took his tongue into her mouth. The kiss lasted a long time. When it was over, he slid his hands along her body until he cupped her breasts. Her fingers were still locked behind his neck. The couples on the dance floor hadn’t moved. Those at the tables were also staring.
Deliberately, Ruben twisted each of her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. She continued to look up at him. She hated him beyond imagining but at the same time there was this fierce need, this unmistakable but insane desire that left her weak and submissive. He toyed with her nipples and said in a voice loud enough for almost everyone to hear, “Who’s lover are you, Mrs. Ryan?”
She answered without a moment’s hesitation, “Yours,” she said softly. “I’m your lover, Simon.”
Ruben looked around at the guests. Some appeared to be sad but most were angry. He smiled and nodded at them. In a loud voice he announced, “As you no doubt remember, last year your young friend here betrayed me. And in doing so, betrayed you as well. As many of you know by now, her husband seduced my niece when she was only seventeen. Last year he and Mrs. Ryan slandered poor Sheila and tried to ruin me.” He moved his arm around Kathy’s waist and whispered, “Look up.” She lifted her head and looked out at her friends who were all standing now. Ruben pulled her closer to him and continued, “Recently, Mrs. Ryan did the right thing. She came to me and Sheila and confessed. She showed us letters her husband had written to my niece, love letters. There are also photographs of them together at places he took her to on weekends.” He looked at Kathy, “Isn’t that true, Mrs. Ryan?” His arm tightened around her waist.
Staring out at the faces of her dearest friends, she nodded, “What Mr. Ruben has said is the truth. He and his niece have been kind enough to accept my apologies and even kinder to forgive me.”
Ruben smiled, “As you’ve may have observed this evening, Mrs. Ryan and I have become attracted to one another.” He paused and winked, “I might even say intimately attracted.” Kathy felt her face flush with embarrassment. “In fact,” Ruben went on, “although I haven’t asked her yet, I will do so here in this public place.” He turned Kathy to face him. “Mrs. Ryan it would please me if tomorrow you were to come to my house to stay with me and Sheila. Will you do that?” He placed his hand under her chin, tilting her head up so that she had to look directly at him.
To refuse would mean the rats and even worse. “Yes, Simon.” His fingers tightened on her chin. Quickly she repeated, “Yes, yes, of course, Simon, I…I….would like that. I’ll be honored to stay with you and Miss Sheila.”
Half mocking, he asked, “Let me ask you, Mrs. Ryan, even though we won’t be married, am I to have all the rights and privileges of a husband?”
Kathy’s legs were trembling. She might have run through the gathering and out into the night but was afraid she couldn’t. Looking up at him she said, “Yes…yes, certainly, you will have them…I mean the rights and privileges of a husband.”
Her friends began to murmur and drift away. She heard words like: “disgusting,” “unbelievable,” “she looks like a slut,” “how could she,” and the most cutting of all “Jeff Ryan a child molester.” As the tears filled her eyes, Ruben turned her away from the departing guests and they returned to their table where Sheila sat grinning.
When the room had cleared the three of them went to their limousine. Kathy was surprised when Ruben directed the driver to take them back to her house. He explained, “After you have serviced Sheila and me tonight, I want you to pack whatever you wish to bring. I’ll send a car for you in the morning.”
Chapter Five
Once more, she sat in the back of the limousine facing them. Sheila reached across and tapped Kathy’s knee. “Pull your skirt up around your waist and spread your legs as wide as you can.” When Kathy had done what the younger woman demanded, Sheila giggled, “Look, Uncle, my little pet’s pretty pink cunt is all juicy. I bet she can’t wait to take your cock in her mouth.” She leaned forward, “Is the thought of sucking Uncle’s cock making your cunt wet?”
Kathy’s hands gripped the seat until her knuckles whitened. But Sheila’s words sent the familiar flow of arousal down to her vagina. Without meaning to, she licked her lips and, seeing they had noticed, she silently cursed herself. “Yes…I…I’m anxious to…to…” She didn’t finish.