Dirty Tricks, Chapter 6

?Damn it!?Trish scowled at the night. She was frustrated and couldn't sleep. Each time she closed her eyes that morning's fortuitous rendezvous with Heather replayed in steamy detail. Fingers, scents, and wet pussies. Lips, tastes, and tongues. Instead of relaxed and sleepy, Trish was hot and bothered, and she now had to deal with it.She reached for her laptop and drafted a message to Dylan, her private club's manager. He'd understand. Even though Trish didn't provide him with much detail, only very specific instructions, he'd make it happen.She re-read her email.They'd never suspect her. Why would they? She was on Heather's side. In it to win it. But why not take advantage of the situation? Just like old times. This might be exactly what Heather needed right about now. And maybe then, she'd have told her.Earlier, Trish berated herself for snooping, but was now glad that she had. Heather is being blackmailed with those fucking pictures. Heather becoming mayor was in serious jeopardy and Trish was pissed that her friend had not confided in her, her goddamned campaign manager. That's just bullshit. But she could fix this, or at least, part of it.For one last proofing, Trish re-read the email, and sent it. This was an opportunity she couldn't afford to miss. And as an added bonus, she'd exact some festering vengeance on her fuckwit twin brother, Sean.ooOooHeather switched on the television as she drank her morning coffee. The news flooded the screen with the night?s murders. It was always the same thing every day; gang warfare at its best. The particularly gruesome murder of a man at the pier caught her attention and she shook her head in despair. Noticing the time, she quickly drank her coffee before leaving for the campaign office. Poor bastard, she thought. This was exactly the sort of thing that she was determined to change once she got elected.Heather picked up the stack of mail on her desk as soon as she entered the room. Sifting through the letters, she tossed the ones that needed no further attention back onto the desk. A white A4 manilla envelope addressed to her had caught her attention. She opened it with her silver letter opener and pulled the single sheet from the inside.?You are cordially invited to attend Club TiMiDi on??Heather started to throw it on the desk with the rest of them until she glanced at the writing in bold.?Your presence is not optional if you want the images to go away ? if you?re a good girl that is!?The letter continued.?Arrive at 7:30 precisely. Proceed to reception and await your instructions. We do hope you take up this generous offer. Do not discuss this with anyone, otherwise, the deal is off.?Heather was still staring at the letter when the phone rang. By the time she answered it, it had rung off.Heather was more concerned that the date on the letter was for that evening and she had little time to consider her options and clear it with Bob. After a brief conversation with her husband, she rearranged her evening?s appointments. Her assistant, Sammy, also informed her that Trish had taken the day off work and so Heather settled down to campaign business.Heather read the invitation several times, she even googled the website relating to the club and was silently impressed. It had grown to be a lot better than what she remembered. She had been there once with an old school friend; she never liked the manager, but the club was different. It was in the days of her wild experimentation into discipline. She blamed Bob for driving her to find these strange places of sexual release. In her mind, she realised that it could just be more subterfuge and would lead nowhere, but she smiled at the thought of going anyway.Heather bit her lip, closed her eyes and let her mind drift into the past and her hand drift into her knickers. ooOooAcross town, Fast Eddie?s mouth was wide open. His cup of coffee had stopped halfway to his mouth and was getting colder by the second. He couldn?t take his eyes off the television. The police report that was playing out had grabbed his full attention. A strange coldness crept up his spine; culminating in a cold sweat that broke out on his brow. After the shock subsided, Eddie put the istanbul travesti cup of coffee down and hurried to Sean?s campaign office.Fast Eddie ran up the stairs to the office, managing to scoop the pile of letters on the front desk that were destined for Sean and himself as he rushed past.Bursting into Sean?s office to the sounds of ?what the fuck!? was a minor inconvenience to him. He immediately stopped and gasped as he saw the blonde secretary casually sucking her boss?s cock.?Sean, we?ve gotta talk. Now!?Sean reluctantly motioned for Andrea to leave them alone, after all, it wasn?t like Eddie to be giving orders unless it was urgent. Tucking his slowly deflating cock back into his trousers he motioned for Eddie to take a seat.?What?s so fucking important that it takes precedence over a blow job??Eddie shook his head in despair. ?Does your world only revolve around what?s between your legs??Sean sighed. ?Eddie, what?s up???We?re in a bit of trouble. Did you see the news this morning??Sean shook his head. ?Nah, it?s all full of death, evil politicians and depressing weather reports.??Well, Jesse was on the news this morning, seems he?s one of your deaths.??Who the hell is Jesse???He was helping me, us ? out with a problem in that office belonging to your indiscrete fuck buddy.?Sean straightened his posture. His eyes closed as he let out a long breath. ?Shit???Yeah, Shit?? re-iterated Eddie. For a while, their conversation centred on the details of the murder and the task that Eddie had given Jesse.?What did he find?? asked Sean.?I don?t know! I haven?t received anything; by the way, these were downstairs.?Eddie sifted through the stack of letters and handed Sean his portion. Eddie was already pacing the room and looking over Sean?s shoulder by the time he opened the white manilla envelope. Sean and Eddie read the words at the same time.?You are cordially invited to attend Club TiMiDi on??They both read through the invitation letter, especially the parts in bold.?Bastard ? the fucking bastard,? shouted Sean. ?Who the hell-?Eddie shook his head and reckoned that they were in more trouble than those stupid pictures.Sean turned to his laptop and started typing. The all black website for Club TiMiDi appeared with the slogan scrawled underneath.?Club TiMiDi ? Take it ? Munch it ? Dominate it?Eddie smirked when he saw Sean enter the word munch into Google search. Sean then pushed the invitation letter to Eddie.?I?m not going.?Eddie studied the letter more closely and sighed.?It could be a way out of this mess. I think you should go.??It?s a setup, Eddie ? a fucking setup. Tell you what; you?re so desperate to end this blackmail, why don?t you go for me???Sean, your cock got us into this mess so perhaps your arse can get us out.??What do you mean my arse???It?s a BDSM club, Sean, you know, bondage, tying people up, ropes, spanking ? do I need to go on? Besides, the invitation letter clearly states that this is a means to an end,? Eddie laughed at his pun.Sean shook his head but remained silent.?Come on Sean, a few mild slaps on your delicate bottom and it could all be over,? Eddie chuckled.Sean?s sideways glance could have killed his partner. He grabbed the phone and dialed Heather?s number only to find that Eddie?s finger had immediately cancelled the call.?You can?t, don?t jeopardize this. Come on Sean.?The conversation once more entered the realm of murders, murderers and the unfortunate Jesse Cortez which is where it remained for most of the morning. ooOooAt precisely seven that evening, Eddie arrived at Club Timidi. Its darkened windows said a lot. A heavy set doorman was hidden part way down the corridor. Sean opened the car?s back door and got out.?I?m doing the bare minimum, got it!? He informed Eddie as he stepped out.Eddie laughed, probably enjoying this more than one?s barrister should. ?It?ll be OK, Sean. Tomorrow, this could all be over,? he shouted as Sean slammed the door.Secretly, Eddie doubted it, but one could never tell when it came to blackmail. He watched as Sean entered the club. With more pressing issues on his mind, Eddie remained for only a few minutes before driving off.Sean found istanbul travesti the reception area and gave his name. A woman dressed in a maids outfit looked at him. Her breasts fought their lacy containment. Sean couldn?t help but stare at her assets. She was extremely pretty and he considered offering her a volunteer opportunity when the receptionist interjected.?Melanie is your maid,? the receptionist pointed to the lady next to Sean, ?she will take you to room two and prepare you for your Mistress. I hope you enjoy your time with us, Sir.?Sean threw a condescending glance in her direction but regained interest when Melanie raised her hand to show him the way.Sean entered room two; he became aware of everything in the room that surrounded him; a fact that he failed at so miserably when he saw those photographs of Heather and himself draped over the car. His stern reflection stared back from the mirror. A set of bars adorned one of the walls with all sorts of ropes, chains, paddles and very strange looking equipment.An intimidating pommel horse stood between Sean and the mirror.?Please remove your clothes, Sir.?Melanie?s polite request was accompanied by her hand pointing to the table in the corner ready to take Sean?s clothes.?Only if you remove your top,? he replied, staring into her sexy brown eyes that were surrounded by a heavy set of eyelashes.Melanie never hesitated; she pulled her white lace top over her shoulders and placed it on the table.?And my bra?? her hands already grasped the front fastener and pulled it together.Sean smirked and nodded.Melanie revelled in letting her breasts bounce free. She placed her hands on her short skirt, without asking, and slid the fabric to the floor. The sight of her bending over to retrieve it caused a huge stir in Sean?s groin. She placed her skirt on the table and stood smiling at him in just her knickers, hold-up stockings and heels.?Your turn,? she smiled, slowly shaking and causing her breasts to playfully sway.Sean?s arrogance took control and he wanted this tiny creature to see the extent of his cock and the erectile fluids that were coursing through of it. Sean stripped.With rehearsed professionalism, Melanie directed him towards the horse and positioned him over the soft leather fabric. She quickly clamped his ankles to the back legs and he surprisingly complied with her wishes when asked to lower his hands to the front pair of legs. After they were cuffed, Melanie arranged his stiff cock so that it was pointing downwards but its stiffness struggled against the leather horse. Melanie gave it a few strokes; mainly to tease it. Silently, she marveled at its size. She blew on his glans before letting her tongue touch the sensitive head. Melanie completed her preliminary duties by raising Sean?s head towards her breasts while tying a black scarf around his eyes; she let him wallow in the folds of her tit flesh while she waited for the Mistress.?BDSM, can?t be all that bad, can it!? Thought Sean. ooOooAt precisely seven thirty, Heather walked into Club TiMiDi. She confidently strode past the bouncer inside the door and onto the reception area; placing her hands firmly on the table. Heather was so taken by the tall and gorgeous blonde that greeted her that she never heard the receptionist ask her name.?Heather Anderson,? she finally said.?Ms. Anderson, Jennie is your maid,? the receptionist smiled, pointing to the blonde.Heather stepped in closer, stroked the girl?s cheek before kissing her soft red lips. ?Glad to make your acquaintance,? she smiled.?Jennie will take you to room one and prepare you for your Mistress. I hope you enjoy your time with us, Ms. Anderson. I?m sure you will.?Heather winked at the receptionist and followed Jennie to room one; never once taking her eyes off the woman?s bottom.Heather entered the room and studied it; as much as her eyes would let her. The darkness intimidated and excited her. She noticed the pommel horse, the chains, ropes and the canes that were neatly stacked on the opposite wall. The riding crop caused a thrill to ripple across her sex; triggering her mind to rush forward into scenarios that she so desperately wanted istanbul travesti to replay.?Please, may I have your clothes??Heather removed her top and skirt. She handed Jennie her clothes, which Jennie neatly folded before placing them on the table.?I?d like to keep these on,? said Heather, indicating her suspender belt, stockings and heels. Jennie said that would be acceptable.Heather was then bound to the pommel horse and blindfolded; her legs now elegantly splayed to each side. Heather?s sex quickly moistened in the darkest anticipation of what was to come. ooOooAs per the manager?s request, Alexa arrived at Club TiMiDi; her long leather coat hiding her secret attire underneath. Dylan had invited Alexa as per Trish?s request, seeing as they all knew how much she adored virgin material.?Is Danny here???Not tonight Mistress A.??Who do you have for me???A new gentleman, in room two, Mistress.?Alexa nodded and removed her coat to reveal a full leather bodice and thigh high boots. She handed her coat to the receptionist.?What?s the brief???None Mistress, the world is your oyster and these two instructions only.?Alexa read the note. A smile spread across her face before she started laughing.?Everything to be mirrored, yummy. Who?s my accomplice???Melanie.??Good!? Alexa nodded. ?What?s the safe word???None was provided, Mistress.??Right, best get going then.?Alexa raised the full face leather mask to her face; it wouldn?t be proper to be recognised in a club like this, not with her position in society. In the short time it took to walk to room two her demeanour had changed; there would be no mercy, not tonight. ooOooMistress T stepped into room one dressed in leather; her nipples forced their way through the tight peepholes in her top. Her pussy sucked in the tight fabric around her groin; giving her a wonderful feeling of superiority. The first thing she saw was Heather?s pert bottom.?Good evening, Mistress T. I?m afraid she?s already dripping wet and excited,? said Jennie in a sultry tone.Mistress T nodded as she approached Heather and slid her finger along her puffy lips; letting it slowly sink between them before she lifted it to her mouth. Heavenly, she thought.Heather sucked in a deep breath as she felt the intrusion. ?My Mistress approves,? said Jennie, directing her words into Heather?s ears.Heather let out a prolonged sigh and rolled her head from side to side. How long had it been since she was told what to do? Too long, she thought, far too long. Heather clenched her bum and pussy; causing shivers to course through her body. She shuddered when a hand caressed her bottom; taking its time to circle around her buttocks; pressing and squeezing her soft flesh. A fingernail scraped along her spine causing her to squirm underneath its touch. Then hands encased her face, raising her head in the process.Heather caught the scent of sweet pussy and licked her lips. Jennie saw this and pulled Heather into her pool of smooth moistness. As soon as Heather?s tongue touched the sweet treasure trove of liquid honey, she lurched forward and grunted in sudden shock.The forceful slap on Heather?s bottom was enough to cause the pommel horse to move. A second and third slap finally elicited a loud cry from Heather?s lips. As soon as she cried out, Heather?s mouth was thrust back into Jennie?s dripping pussy.Heather remembered the past when she felt a tap-tap-tapping on her pussy lips. At first, it was a couple of fingers, but later she could feel the cold tap of leather. The sort of hard leather that forms the end of riding crops; the same riding crop she had spied on the wall when she walked in.Heather?s lips were coated in a sweet and sticky fluid, her bum was stung and glowed from the short spanking, her own pussy was melting with expectation and her nipples reacted like they were encased in blocks of ice. Heather immediately lost herself in the moment; she remembered the pussy spanking that Bob administered all those years ago when he opened her sexual world.Heather found herself on a cloud so high that she couldn?t give it a number. With the leather crop teasing her from behind and her mouth affixed to the pussy in front, Heather was blissfully unconcerned about anything else. There was only one thing missing, a hot cock up her bottom. Heather started to moan when the riding crop slipped forward; its shaft guided by Mistress T along the entire length of her soaked crack. Pleasure and her mind were taking control of her body.