I once had a girlfriend named Nina. She was a nice girl, and we were happily in love. Until that one day...
It started out like any day. We woke up, got dressed, had breakfast, kissed each other goodbye and went to our respective jobs. I worked for a television studio, producing a local television talk-show. She worked on the other side of town as a secretary at a very respectable law firm.
This wasn't a problem. No, this was the "good" side of my Nina.
When I had met her, she was a Stripper in a seedy dive on the outskirts of Chicago. She was barely-stripping, mostly hooking, for twenty bucks a BJ. Fifty bucks a screw! Making a few dollars a night, on the side, on the broken-down stage, as old, drunken bums would stuff singles into her g-string or, if she was drunk, directly into her pussy! (Even after all the dicks she'd been fucking her pussy was still tighter than most young virgins' pussies. Which I still can't understand.)
Our eyes met, from across the crowded bar, just like in a song. I saw something in her smile! It was a look of, almost, innocence, that captured my eye! I couldn't believe it but, right then and there, we fell in love! Without saying a word, we had pledged our undying love for each other!
She quit stripping, soon afterward, and got a really nice job at the afore mentioned law firm. She seemed happy and contented to give up her old life. We'd have great sex every night of the week and bring each other to crashing orgasms! In retrospect, however, it must have seemed like very "vanilla" sex to her, compared to what she'd been used to. We enjoyed all the different positions and everything. We even tried roll playing, to great success. But, for some reason, my Nina always seemed distant, somehow! Like her mind was just beyond the horizon, living an adventure just out of my reach.
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We were to be married the next spring but, first she had to meet my family. I knew that they'd like her; they've always been approving of any and every girl I'd brought home to meet them.
My mom wanted to meet with her over Tea. You know, to sort of clue her in, tell her what to expect from the rest of my family. They'd set up a time and place to meet and get to know each other a bit. Mom assured me she'd "go easy" on my lover.
Well, I figured they'd have a good ol' time, swapping stories about me. Mom, hopefully, wouldn't bring the naked, baby pictures of me on the bear rug. I didn't want my lover to see my "little, bare butt," just yet, because I hated that picture! (It was one of those things that parents have always used to embarrass their kids with, since the beginning of time.)
I got a call from my mom, sounding very concerned, at six that evening. Mom said Nina never showed up for their Tea at Marshall Field's. I had to tell Mom, truthfully, that I didn't know where she could be. I told Mom I'd call her back and proceeded to call the office where Nina worked. They said that she'd left after lunch and called in sick after that. I quickly called Mom and told her to meet me at my house because Nina was ill, and might need some of "Mother's Famous Chicken Soup." Mom said she'd be there in twenty minutes. I raced home in twenty minutes also. Mom and I pulled into the driveway at the same time (Good ol' Mom.) But Nina's car wasn't in the garage. Nina wasn't even in the house.
Just then we heard a car drive up the driveway. Nina came into the house looking rather disheveled and smelling like a two dollar whore. I never did tell Mom where I'd met my fiancée and now didn't seem the time. I knew "where" Nina had been. I didn't know why. But I was going to find out!
Mom saw the look on my face and, although she didn't understand the circumstances, she figured it would be best if she excused herself and came back another day. I helped her on with her coat and then Nina opened the door.
"G'bye, Dear. I'll call tomorrow to see if everything's alright." Mom didn't even make eye contact with Nina, as she left, closing the door behind her.
"Was that your mom?" Nina asked, finally looking at me. When she saw the look on my face, she knew she was in trouble.
"I'm not even gonna' ask where you've been," I said, keeping my calm but really wanting to shout, loudly!
Nina began to stammer out an excuse but stopped when she saw the look on my face: The rage, frustration, anger, bewilderment and, most of all, the disappointment showed through. The disappointment was what hurt her the most.
"Why, Nina? WHY???" was all I could blurt out in my frustration!
She knew that I knew that she'd gone back to the strip club and had fucked strange men! "For what, THRILLS?! 'Cause you surely don't need money! Hell, you make more in a month, than many people do in a year, for God's sake! I know you don't need the money!"
Nina began to cry for a minute, then she got defensive.
"I don't have to justify myself to you! I can do what I want," she proclaimed.
I tried to sound rational. "Yes, Nina, you can and should do what you want. But you should have, at least, called my mother to cancel your meeting."
Then Nina got offensive, saying, "Oh, the bitch will get over it!"
I don't, for the life of me, know why she said that. She'd never even met my mother. But hearing her say such disrespectful things about someone I love, really made me see red! I got really loud, and called her every dirty word in the book! I got up in her face and screamed until I saw the spit splashing onto her closed eye lids! Then I stopped yelling, wiped off my lips, swallowed, and commenced yelling some more! When Nina turned away from me after I'd stopped to take a breath, I got really pissed and grabbed her by the arm and twisted it behind her back! I led her outside to my car and told her to, "Sit the fuck down and wait for me! If you move, I'm going to beat the living shit out of you and then call off the wedding!!" I'm not sure which of those threats scared her more, but she sat down in the car, crossed her arms, and waited, pouting the whole time.
I closed the car door with a SLAM, and ran back into the house. While inside, I ran up the stairs to my bedroom and reached into my closet for the two pairs of handcuffs that I used to have around from my early bachelor days, when I was into that kind of thing. I also called an old girlfriend who works at Marshall Field's on State Street, decorating the window displays for the Holiday season in Chicago, and asked her to meet me at her office. I explained to her what was happening and what I had planned and she said that she'd "love to help out!" I then grabbed the assortment of dildoes, vibrators and butt plugz from the chest of drawers that I kept those things in (again, from my bachelor days,) threw everything into a pillow case and headed out the door.
Once in the car I said not a word to my defiant fiancée. I didn't even look at her.
Twenty minutes later, we pulled up to the big department store and since it was closing time, there was almost nobody left in the store. I grabbed a pair of handcuffs from the cloth bag and cuffed Nina's left hand to the steering wheel, telling her to, "Stay! Just STAY, or..." I didnt finish. Nina could tell I was serious! She just slumped into the passenger seat and resigned herself to waiting for whatever I had planned.
I walked into the store, after slamming the car door shut, and found my old friend, Mary Pat (Patti) who was at work in one of the big window displays. She said that in fifteen minutes everyone else would be out of the store, leaving us alone for my plan. I thanked her profusely and sat down on a stool to elaborate on what I had in mind. Patti thought it was a good idea and decided to help me out.
By ten o'clock the store was completely empty, except for Patti, myself and the security staff, who Patti assured me would be no problem and wouldn't interfere. It was time to put my plan into action.
Patti led me through the store and out to the parking lot and waited inside the store for me to come back with Nina. I walked back to the car with butterflies in my stomach, as if I were going on stage at the old comedy club, from my days as a Stand-Up Comic!
When I got back to the car Nina was still there, wondering what was going on. She started to ask when I stopped her by pointing one finger and said, "Not a word. Not one....fucking....word!" This silenced her.
I unlocked the handcuff from the steering wheel and told her to get out of the car. I grabbed the bag of dildoes and the other pair of 'cuffs and locked the car doors. Grabbing Nina by the wrists, I cuffed her hands behind her back and led her to the door where Patti stood, waiting for us!
After letting us in and locking the door, Patti led us through the store to a window that faced State Street. One of the busiest intersections in Chicago. And since it was almost Christmas, it would soon be getting even busier with Holiday shoppers. Patti said I could use the window for a few days, as it was the last one that she would be working on. I thanked her and invited her back to help me in a few hours. She graciously accepted my offer and excused herself to get back to work. She gave Nina a quick wink and a small "tsk, tsk, tsk," and then left for a bit. This left me alone with my future bride to carry on with my plan.
"OK, Nina, my love," I started, "since you are so set on sabotaging our relationship, not to mention our marriage, before it's even begun, I'm going to show you just what it would have been like!" And with that, I undid the handcuffs again and pushed Nina toward one of two pipes going up from the floor to the cieling. I locked her handcuffs to her wrists again, behind her back. I then proceeded to cut off her clothing with a pair of scissors that Patti had left for me. Now Nina was completely nude. The odd part about it was, I was more embarrassed for her than she was. But I wasn't going to let that stop me.
I then took the other pair of cuffs and put them around her skinny ankles. I emptied the contents of the pillow case onto the floor and grabbed the biggest, fattest dildo and held it up to Nina's face, saying, "You want this, don't you, little slut?"
Nina just closed her eyes, gasped, and started to quiver.
I continued. "Well, I'm going to give it to you! But not how you want it, bitch!"
I hadn't realized that the lights had been left on above us in our little glass-enclosed alcove. We had started to attract an audience of onlookers on the busy street! As soon as the people saw the large dildo, they started yelling, "Give it to her! Give it to her!"
I looked up at Nina's face as she looked out at "her audience." She was smiling and breathing heavily, now. A slight layer of perspiration appeared on her whole body and she looked like she was glowing under the light. Her pussy was starting to get very moist, too. I could tell she was enjoying her moment in the "spotlight." But this wouldn't do! This was not my intention. I wanted to teach her a lesson; not feed her exhibitionistic ego!
I decided a different track was in order!
I unlocked the cuffs from her ankles and wrists, then turned her back to the window, so everyone could see her beautiful ass. I cuffed her right hand to one pole, and her left to the other. I grabbed the dildo and ran it along the outside of her deliciously shaved outer labia. This gave her chills. It also got the dildo really wet. I bent Nina over, exposing her bottom to the crowd, and shoved half of the thing into her cunt! Nina came within seconds as the crowd roared their approval!
I slapped Nina's bare bottom and told her, "I didn't say you could cum, slut! If you do that again, I'm going to bloody your ass!"
