I went to go in the café almost two weeks after her last phone call, and there was Tina, just sat there, staring out of the window. I backed up and stood over the road watching her. Now and then she looked out, watching the people going by as she stirred her coffee, a little aimlessly.
There are reasons as to why I never answered her calls. The first being Tina was to willing to be pushed into things, she rose up to every challenge, and seemed hell bent on going for the next. I needed her to have some time to think on her own, to assess what she had gone through, and to make up her mind if she wanted to go to the next level, after spending time doing everyday things and seeing her friends. I had learnt with the fourth girl that they all need space, unfortunately I pushed her too hard to early, and she backed right off.
The second reason is far more difficult for me to come to terms with. Tina had captured more than just my imagination. For that reason too I wanted to back away. I have never felt like this with the others who had played, and to be quite honest, I needed her to become just another woman who was playing the game.
So she is out of my system, and my attention has turned to number 9. Number 8 never phoned, but number 9 phoned within an hour. It was six days after the tramp thing with Tina when I played that card. Number 9 is 25 and already a slut to begin with. Maybe not what I really want and her legs are too thin. She has been tied up and whipped before, and she enjoyed it when I took her across a park bench at midnight, and the day we went dogging. As I said she was a slut, and she didn't need the same room which I thought Tina did.
I took a deep breath, which stopped halfway through as I took a last look at Tina in the café. Tina had stood up and kissed a man who has just gone in. Is she that desperate she is now seeing Mike?
I watched just for a few more seconds, as she rubbed the front of his trousers. God, not in there, went through my mind. I looked past them to the two men who stumbled past me earlier. They got up from their seats in the café. They moved in on Tina, and having witnessed her grope Mike, the two drunks wanted something similar.
Pushing and shoving started, and a flailing fist missed any sort of target by quite a distance. Gradually the two men calmed themselves down and left, laughing. They stumbled out onto the street and knocked into a couple, which apparently by the two drunk's reckoning, was the couple's fault.
Tina and Mike sat down, and the café owner tidied up the mess. I breathed a little sigh of relief. All was calm again, and now I could answer my call from number 9.
As I put the phone to my ear I glanced one last time at the café. Mike was laying down some law by the look of things, and Tina was trying to argue back.
Lisa, number 9, asked when I was meeting her again. I told her tomorrow, which didn't seem to go down to well. She said she wanted me to fuck her, she wanted to give me her address, and she didn't mind playing the games, or letting me whip her again, but she needed a fuck. I told her to wait until her boyfriend came home from work if that was all she wanted. I hung up with her screaming abuse down the phone. Oh well, time to move on.
One last glance at Tina and Mike, and I could see she was upset by something he had said. She sat down, and he looked angry, or frustrated by something. She'll get over it and so will Mike if he wants her that much. Will he leave his wife for her, or is she just going to be a quick fuck? I guess the latter, but even though I've know Tina for just a few hours, if you total it all up, she doesn't want that, she wants to play, and she doesn't really want Mike, so why the meeting?
Against my better judgement, I pushed open the door and noticed Mike was talking at her, not to Tina, at her. Her eyes looked up, and suddenly she wasn't listening to Mike. She watched me go to the counter. I got two coffees and I sat down. I gestured with my hand to the second coffee. She got up and walked past Mike, still staring at me and not listening to him. He turned and stopped talking, watching her in disbelief as she sat at my table opposite me. Mike was at a loss. He puffed up his chest, and came towards the table.
"What the hell are you doing?" he hissed at her.
"I'm sorry Mike, it is best we stop now, before we make a terrible mistake."
Mike threw his hands in the air and looked at me, "Just who the fuck is he?"
"I don't know his name, but I don't think it really matters."
Tina looked back at me, and we stayed staring at each other, until Mike mumbled something, and then finally left.
"I've missed you. I didn't think I was good enough for you. I was trying to find someone to help me."
"Tina, Mike is only after one thing."
"I know that, and so was I, but he doesn't understand what I want. You did, why didn't you answer my calls?"
I smiled, and I told her about number four, not names, just why, so Tina would know why I didn't answer her calls. She sort of got what I meant, but I could tell she wasn't too impressed. Women's logic is different than a man's, maybe I could have answered her calls, or at least one of them, and explained, but I didn't want to get drawn into a long conversation. I know, just like most men. I told her I was sorry, and in future, if I felt she needed time to herself, I'd tell her.
I told her I had watched the drunks, and I said I would have come across if I thought it would have got out of hand. Again the logical of the male failed in her eyes.
We left the café and strolled up the road, she looked at me and smiled as we passed the burnt out shop.
"Do you think he's in there?" she asked, pulling me to the window, like a little excited girl.
I grinned back, "You mean the tramp that has your panties, probably."
We walked on.
"Why didn't you want to meet Jayne, why did you run off?"
"I had my reasons. Besides, I thought it was a natural exit."
"I wouldn't have gone with Mike. You do know that, don't you?"
This is where I couldn't understand why she would meet with him, and then not take it any further, but I just accepted it.
"Why don't you come to Evelyn's birthday party?"
"No, and who is Evelyn?"
"Mike's wife, it is next week, please come."
I resisted the obvious question, "No, I don't get mixed up in home life. I don't want to become part of your circle of friends," finally I had to ask to obvious question, "and what about Mike?"
"Mike is a big pussy deep down. He wouldn't say anything anyway. Also my ex will be there, with his little tart."
"So, were you planning to use me to get back at him?"
She giggled and said, "It's a delicious thought. Think about it please, or do I have to give you a card with dare you on it?"
I smiled at her for that, but while I'll admit it had possibilities, it would go against everything I thought was right.
"I told Jayne about you, and what we did over a bottle of wine. She was quite disgusted at first, but the questions grew and grew. Do I need spanking again?"
"Meet me at this address tomorrow at 3'oclock."
She took the card off me and looked at it, "What do I have to wear?"
"Bra, suspender belt, stockings, panties, and high heels, all in black, and shave your pussy."
Her eyes shot round the shoppers, I guess wondering if anyone had noticed.
"I don't know if I can."
"You will, and you'll be there."
Level three.
The Spider club is on the rough side of town. Staring up at the black spider painted on the red sign doesn't really give any hint of what is inside. Walking into the dimly lit corridor, you are hit with the walls painted deep red, and the doors painted black, by this time you'll either have thought, this is a little tacky, or let's get the fuck out of here!
I watched from the other side of the room as Tina pushed through a heavy velvet curtain. The bar was lit up with just one man behind it, filling the shelves with bottles of beer. The harsh drone of a vacuum cleaner was away to my left, the woman pushing it back and forth just looked at Tina without stopping her swing, and then down to the carpet again. The barman stopped and looked over at Tina. He pointed into the darkness at the far end of the room where I was sat. Tina walked in the direction he had indicated. I stood up, and gestured to the chair opposite the table, and sat back down on the high backed bench seat, padded in red leather. I held my hand up and the barman acknowledged me, and headed over with a large glass of wine. Tina smiled at him nervously. I guess it took quite a bit of courage for Tina to come to this side of town, even in a taxi.
"What is this place?"
"Just a club," I replied.
"What a strip club sort of thing?" she asked, and then sipped the chilled wine.
I pointed to large wooden cross bolted to a wall with chains, shackles, and cuffs dangling from the ends. Tina gulped more of her wine, and her eyes looked round the walls, noting various whips and paddles.
"Don't worry, I'm not going to chain you up, and it is more for decoration, the real stuff goes on down stairs."
She smiled, but still didn't look too convinced. The woman packed the vacuum cleaner away and left.
"Is it opening soon, the club I mean?"
"Not for a few hours. I'm playing cards with a couple of acquaintances of mine. You are going to serve the drinks for us....without your coat."
I watched her tip the wine a little more quickly.
"You'll get fingered, pulled onto laps, and asked for a kiss for good luck."
"Oh, is that all, what I'm saying is will I be expected to."
The curtain swung open and Adam peered through the gloom. He snapped at the barman to switch on the far end lights where I was sat. The lights were still low, but enough for him to recognise me. He called across as he walked towards me.
"There you are, ready for another stuffing then?"
I got up and whispered to Tina to take off her coat, and then wait at the bar. She looked at me and hesitated slightly, but then she started unbuttoning her coat. Brian came in just a minute or two later, and told the barman what he wanted to drink, and then Adam and Brian's eyes focused on Tina. She looked awkward, but she stood at the bar as Phil the barman made the drinks, and then put them on a silver tray. We went over to a card table and watched as Tina walked over carrying the drinks. She looked a little nervous, but she was doing okay.
"So is this your latest slut?" Adam asked, devouring Tina with his eyes.
"Yes, this is Tina."
She placed the drinks down and Brian slid his hand onto her ass, and judging by Tina's wince and jerk forward, he had pinched her hard.
Through the card game Tina was touched and groped, all over her body. She coped with it well, as she moved back and forth with drinks for the next hour. The only thing she objected to was Adam wriggling his finger in the back of her knickers. She twisted away, and Adam laughed out loud. Adam pulled her onto his lap and she sat there, not entirely comfortable, but she didn't object when he unclipped her bra and pulled it from her breasts. I watched Tina's face as Adam started groping her tits, she looked a little shocked, but she seemed okay.
Tina sat there not quite sure what to do with her hands. One minute her hands move in a defensive gesture, the next they fell away. Adam grabbed her firmly by her chin, and turned her mouth to his. Again her hand came up, but she didn't make contact with his arm. He started kissing her, and his soft groaning must have echoed in her mouth.
"Are we playing cards, or do you two want a room?" Brian asked with a serious tone in his voice.
"Adam broke the kiss and smiled at me, "How much do you want for her?"
"She's not for sale," I replied looking at Tina's somewhat shocked face, and then added, "yet."
"Well send her to get more drinks then." Brian snapped.
Tina got up and went to the bar, as we continued playing cards for the next twenty minutes.
