Zack couldn't believe it, but Selby was insistent.
"Dude, trust me. This chick has her number up on the park restroom wall, and if you call, she'll come give you a BJ right here in the bathroom! I don't know why she does it, but she came to see me. She looked miserable, but maybe she's a psycho. She's a good looking psycho."
*****
Tali rested, enjoying a glass of white wine with Fenton the Felon.
"This is a great show" Fenton said to her. "I'm philosophically opposed to Chris Hansen's work, but when he traps these Internet predators, it always makes me laugh."
They both smiled as a middle aged Arab pleaded with Chris Hansen not to turn him in.
As a prosecutor, Tali thought Hansen's work was so necessary, these poor young girls...but as a lawyer, she realized that entrapment was inherently unfair...
It was hard to gauge what Fenton thought entirely, though once or twice he'd wondered aloud why the suspects didn't punch Chris Hansen in the face, ruining those gorgeous looks of his.
Suddenly the phone rang. Tali tensed.
Oh I hope not. It's such a nice evening. Maybe it's just Emily, calling to gossip.
"Fenton, will you get that" she asked, her voice shaking.
Fenton got up and ambled to the phone.
Tali loved him. Fenton's discolored teeth crooked up in a smile as he talked to whoever it was on the phone, and he pushed his mended spectacles back on his large, Semitic nose.
Fenton "Hot" Weir was half Jewish, one quarter black and a quarter "mutt" as he often said, and was an intellectual car thief, perhaps the world's first.
"Tali honey, it's for you" Fenton handed Tali the phone and sat down again, grinning as Chris Hansen watched the subject exiting the door.
Tali got on the phone "Hello?" She tried to put a smile into the phone.
"Baby (hic) I saw your number here on the wall, xxx-xxxx, and you can come here and suck my dick, unless there's a mistake, but the dude on the phone said you're up for it."
Tali sighed, and felt the big rock growing in her chest.
"I-I think it's too late tonight. I'm relaxing-"
Fenton took the phone from Tali.
"Of course she's all ready to go.
You wait there at the public restroom and she'll be with you in about ten minutes. If she's five minutes late, you can wait for just a spectacular blowjob, can't you, son?"
Tali breathed hard.
She felt her nipples getting hard, and knew a part of her craved this humiliation, but she would stand up for herself.
The last time she'd attempted to stand up for herself, Fenton had caned her on both thighs till they were steaming red and then made her stand on two chairs for nearly five hours.
He knew how to get to her, he did.
Still, this was outrageous.
She squared up to Fenton.
"Fenton, I'm just not up to giving some loser an anonymous blowjob tonight." Tali knew there would be fireworks, but this was ridiculous.
Fenton must have some sympathy in his heart for me, Tali thought.
She couldn't understand what part of herself was so devoted to this homely little half-breed.
Tali, who had been twice engaged to rich doctors, and had had every type of handsome man from race-car drivers to law partners begging for her hand.
But Fenton was the only one who had been able to fulfill her needs completely.
Fenton looked at Tali and smiled. Oh, how he loved this submissive.
They'd been together for eight years, and didn't she still look superb at thirty-five?
Fenton was crowding sixty now; he'd dommed probably three hundred women since his first conquest, whipping Dora Kinetti's fat bare bottom on the roof of the tenement where they'd played as children.
"Now, Tali.. you're aware that this was your fantasy, right?" Fenton asked kindly.
"You're the one who confessed that during your monthly masturbation session, when I take off the chastity belt, you fantasized about sucking off anonymous men under my direction."
Fenton sighed heavily.
"And I've gone to the trouble of writing your name and number on the walls of restrooms in hospitals, libraries, office buildings.
Yes, and art galleries, law firms, parking garages, Alcoholics Anonymous clubs, and once at a Est seminar.
And do you appreciate it?"
Fenton shook his head gravely as Tali looked stubborn, and he ambled over to the fireplace, and picked up a heavy poker, which he handed casually.
"I'm so disappointed in you, Tali. Take off your shirt and brassiere, please."
Tali gasped, but her fingers were fumbling with the buttons immediately.
Was Fenton going to beat her with the poker? He'd given her some vicious punishments in his day.
"Step forward"
Fenton's eyes were like steel, and Tali rapidly came up, her bare breasts bobbing.
She watched as Fenton dipped the poker into the fire and pulled it back out, waving it in front of her.
She could see the glow on the end of the poker...
No, he couldn't. Fenton came up close.
"So you don't want to live out your fantasy after all my trouble...
But you were so enjoying it."
Enjoying it!
Every time Tali had to go onto her knees, her nylons soaking up urine on the disgusting, fetid bathroom floors, she winced and nearly vomited.
Once, a guy had had to pee first, and Fenton had insisted that Tali take the man's piss heavy penis in her mouth.
Yes, and let him shoot the pee down her throat without missing a beat, and then begin the horrible blowjob.
Fenton had called Tali "Toilet-Girl" for months afterwards.
Now Fenton came up and touched the glowing tip of the poker to Tali's left breast, just below the nipple.
Tali bit her tongue, but did not jump back as the excruciating burning began.
"Oh...Master Fenton...it hurts. but I still don't want to...suck..." Tali closed her eyes and held her breath to keep from fainting as Fenton finally pulled the poker away, re-applying it to her tender stomach, just above her navel .
Oooooh.
Suddenly Fenton began burning at the other nipple.
Tali gritted her teeth more, and tried hard not to let it show how much pain she was in.
She had been trained to always hold her hands behind her back when she was being tortured, but this was extremely hard with a red-hot poker creating first-degree burns in her tender breasts.
Fenton stepped back and whacked her across both breasts with the poker and Tali began to cry silently.
"Oh you weep beautifully, my dear." Fenton said with a smile.
He had wondered how long Tali would be able to tolerate going and sucking men off in these ridiculous bathrooms
