It has been eighteen months since Elizabeth Ann has started her initiate as a sex slave at SAMS Spa. Just as Amy Michelle and Richard suspected she would, Beth progressed rapidly in her training and is half way through her apprenticeship. She proved to the other members that she would be very discreet, one of the primary prerequisites for membership into Slaves And Masters Sex Spa. She also proved to be uninhibited sexually, another major requirement.
Many of the members highly complimented Richard and Amy on their choice of Beth for a sex slave -- her exquisite beauty, her respectful humility, her overwhelming desire to please her sex partner, but most importantly her insatiable sex drive. The other club members were so overwhelmed by Beth that they voted almost unanimously only four months into her initiate to allow her to remove the blindfold when she comes to the spa.
It is a late Wednesday afternoon and while sitting at her desk, Amy comes to the conclusion that lately her life has been very boring. Her life has fallen into a monotonous schedule.
Weekdays it's work and home or work and an evening at SAMS Spa. Occasionally it's broken by a dinner party or an evening with guests relaxing in the nude with her and Richard in their hot tub. Then there is sex with their sex slave, Beth, and the other members of Slaves And Masters Sex Spa. That's OK, great in fact. But of late, even that has become routine. She wants a change. She also wants to celebrate Beth's exquisite status among her sex club friends.
Amy wants to do something this coming weekend with her husband and their sex slave that will break the monotony they have fallen into as well as to reward Beth for her progress. She wants to do something that will show Beth how much they love and appreciate her. She wants to do something that they have never done before, or in the very least, something that they haven't done in a long time. But what? Her mind draws a blank.
Maybe if she could just get away from her desk and the rut something would come to her.
She is glad that she is the personnel manager for the medical supply company that employs her. It allows her to occasionally leave early on short notice, as long as she does not abuse the privilege.
She picks up the phone and tells the company's secretary that she has to leave early, that she has some personal business to attend to. She shuts down her computer and straightens her desk. Then she calls Beth downstairs in shipping, where she is an order checker, to tell her that she is leaving for the day and that she will see her sex slave tomorrow for lunch. She then struts out of her office door with a smile on her face.
On the way to the elevator she runs into George, one of the salesmen. He is a stereotypical dirty old man who frequently has some sly remark or foul joke that she does not wish to entertain. Seeing her with her purse, he asks her if she is leaving early. There is just a hint of sexual overtone in his question. She presses the button for down and ignores him.
When the elevator opens he gets on with her. They are the only two occupants on the elevator. Amy closes her eyes in disgust and wonders if he got on because he really is going down or because he just wants to harass her. He asks her again if she is leaving early. This time there is an unmistakable sexual tone in his question.
"George, I'm going to have sex with your grandmother. Does that answer your question?" she answers him sarcastically.
"No, my grandmother's been dead for a number of years now," he answers her questioningly.
"Well, in that case I guess I'll just have to dig up her decomposing corpse." The elevator door opens. Amy steps out and turns to face him. "Have a nice day George. Don't forget to smell the piss-a-beds on your way to the toilet," she says with a straight face.
She then turns around and heads for the front door, leaving George standing in the open elevator with his mouth wide open. She smiles inwardly; she has finally discovered just the right words to tell him off.
Amy soon finds herself window-shopping at the local Lakeside Shopping Center in the heart of the suburb. She still hasn't gotten any idea of how she would like to spend the upcoming weekend. But at least she has broken the monotonous routine -- if only for an afternoon -- that her life has descended into lately.
As she strolls by the food court, she decides to indulge her taste buds; maybe she can think of something to do while she has a treat. The front of the court is packed with customers all clambering for instant service.
After standing in line for several minutes, she orders herself a medium size strawberry yogurt. She then finds a small table toward the rear, with only two chairs in front of it, where she can enjoy her yogurt in some measure of peace and quiet.
There are a teenage couple two tables over and an elderly man reading a magazine at another table nearby. But other than that this section of the court is deserted. The two teenagers are holding hands and talking quietly.
Amy looks from them to the old man. She wonders what kind of magazine he is reading. From his actions, she concludes that it's probably a girly magazine. She saw him looking at a foldout while she was in line waiting for her yogurt -- although she couldn't see what was on the foldout.
Now he appears to have his right hand down inside his pants. It's hard to tell because he has a large shopping bag in his lap. She says a silent prayer that he's just holding on to his shopping bag and that he isn't masturbating in public. She decides to ignore him.
She is happily eating her yogurt, absently skimming through a fashion magazine that someone left on the table when suddenly a shadow covers the page. She looks up and smiles.
"Hey Donald! What's a virile young black man like you been up to lately?"
"Oh, nothing much," he answers her as he sits himself in the other chair. "I no longer work for the bowling alley. Now I'm the manager of the food court. I saw you sitting over here by yourself and thought I'd come over and say hello."
"I haven't been bowling in almost two years, ever since I quit the league. It got to be the same old people all doing the same old thing. You know me, always looking to do something new and exciting."
"Yeah I remember. You were always trying to get everyone to bowl in costumes: Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Years."
"Well that's one of the reasons I quit bowling. No one wanted to do anything but bowl."
"Duh . . . Amy, that's what you're supposed to do at a bowling alley."
"True but there's nothing wrong with making a party of it while you're bowling. I mean, we were all there just to have a good time. None of us were in it for money or anything. So why not party while we bowl?"
"So what new and exciting things have you tried lately?" Donald asks her.
"Nothing. In fact, that's what brought me here today. I got bored with just sitting around the office and following the same old routine day in and day out. I'm looking for something, anything to change my life. Got any ideas?"
