"You see, Entworth, I saw you last night at the PainCafe, when you were hitting that girl's breasts....
Oh, she was tied down, her hands were, and you kept, like thrashing her with that wire thing." Jinx O'Casey smiled at Entworth beseechingly.
Entworth's swarthy face stared at Jinx through his prescription sunglasses, his copy of "Soap Opera Digest" forgotten.
"You-you aren't here about my share of the rent?" He tried to look matter of fact, but this was an extreme relief.
Jinx shook her head, her russet curls tumbling across the snug red-striped top.
"No, no, I know you don't have any money, why would you, all you do is get high and watch "The Guiding Light" on your waterbed all day...
I paid your back rent to Ken and the others, and I wanted to ask you about hitting the girl at the PainCafe."
"Uh, I didn't know you were at the PainCafe, Jinx. You seem a little too tight-assed--um, I mean conservative for um,--"
Entworth coughed. "But anyway, I--the girl I was hitting, she was consensual, you know?" Entworth wiped his nose. "She liked it, even though she screamed a lot."
Jinx smoothed a long curl on her shoulder as she smiled at Entworth.
Fuck, what am I doing, she thought.
I'm a feminist, and Entworth is a pimple ridden slacker who failed out of Buttermilk Falls State Teacher's College, where a donkey could graduate summa cum laude. What's wrong with me?
But she thought of the night before...
Entworth sunglasses ever present, had thrashed this really cute girl's boobs as she'd cried and begged for more...
Jinx, who had told herself she'd just come to the PainCafe out of curiosity, had been flabbergasted.
Fantasizing about a dominant Master all her life, and the hottest one in the world was the worst tenant in her group house? But she had to tell him.
She'd done everything right all her life...but she had to tell him.
"Entworth, I know you weren't hurting her against her will. I wish I WAS her.
Do you know what I mean?"
Oh, God, he's looking at me, and grinning. Oh, those disgusting yellow teeth. Fuck, what have I done?
Entworth smiled at Jinx, and shook his head.
"Wait a minute.
You're like, a Republican little twat, and you're engaged to lawyer-boy upstairs, and I heard him complain to Stu next door that you don't even give head...
Right, and you want me to whip you?"
Jinx's mouth went dry.
She thought of the night before.
The little blonde girl's hands were cuffed behind her head.
Yes, and her ankles had been connected by a spreader bar, and it had been amazing that she'd been able to stand up like that....
And Entworth had been holding what seemed to be a straightened coat hanger with duct tape wrapped around the end he was using for a handle...
And he'd swung the damn thing and SLAPPED her 36 C's, right across the nipples--
Damn, it staggered Jinx that such a sleepy slacker like Entworth could have such dead-on aim--and when the girl had stumbled back...
Then, he'd screamed for her to jut her breasts out again, and she'd fuckin' obeyed him.
And he'd hit her again, and AGAIN, and not just on the boobs, but all over her stomach and he'd laughed as she'd screamed bloody murder.
He, of course hadn't noticed Jinx, as she was wearing a black wig and weird disguising glasses...
Jinx was up for a security clearance, she was a Foreign Service recruit the day she graduated...she couldn't be seen there at a sick place like the PainCafe, no sirree.
But when she'd gotten home, she'd pushed away from Ken, who thought she'd been playing bridge at the Student Union...
Yes, and she'd frigged herself on her knees in the bathroom, DREAMING that Entworth was whipping her breasts and forcing his cock down her throat...
And now, she was going to give Entworth a big thrill, because she was going to let him whip and torture her!
