Ch. III: Thursday
Susan woke up to the sound of the alarm clock. She lay in bed mulling over the events of the previous day in her mind. She still had a hard time believing that it was all real and not a dream. As she got out of bed her satin gown rubbed against her nipples that had grown firm as the pictures in her mind played the images of her and Linda the night before. The feeling was fantastic as she thought about them lying naked together. "The hell with jogging today," she said as she stepped into the bathroom and removed her gown. She stepped into the shower and turned the water. In a few minutes it was warm as she adjusted the jet to pulse and took the handle out of the holder. The hose would allow the head to reach almost to the floor; she held it close to her as the pulsating water massaged her body. The beat of the warm water against her nipples excited her and that warm feeling stated to grow from between her legs. She moved the showerhead down her body; she spread her legs and with her hand opened the lips, exposing that energized button to the warm, pulsating water. Jets of pleasure shot through her body as she rocked back and forth almost loosing her balance.
As the excitement subsided, Susan thought how wonderful that felt and considered doing it again, but decided to soap her body instead. As she was washing the soap off the warm water again started to work its magic on her body. Once again she moved the showerhead down to her pubic region and once again the pulsating water sent wave of excited pleasure through her body. With the nerve ends of her body returning to a normal state Susan thought, "This could become addictive," as she turned the water and stepped out of the shower.
After she dressed she left her room to look for Linda and the boys. "Hi, mommy" they sang out when they saw her.
"How's my big boys this morning? Linda I have a meeting this evening and maybe a little late. Give mommy a kiss" she said as she squatted down to hug each of the boys and kisses them on the cheek.
Susan stood up to leave and Linda said, "Where's mine?" Susan looked into her dark eyes and gave her a quick peck on the cheek as the boys started to giggle.
On the drive to work Susan talking to herself, she said, "I'll need to find a lawyer today, and I have to deal with that boy Tom. Now that Dave has left me he can't hold that over me and I do have tenure with the school board so they would have a hard time firing me now. Still it would be embarrassing and the worst thing would be if he circulated the picture among his friends. Hopefully I can get his parents to stop him, but first I need to get me a lawyer."
During her morning break Susan call Tim Harris, a friend of theirs that worked for a different law firm than David. He told her that he did not do divorce cases and that it would be hard to find a lawyer because Dave would no doubt use George Synder who was in the group with Dave. George had a reputation for being the best divorce lawyer in the state.
Tim then stopped for a minute and said, "Let me put you on hold."
"Sure," Susan replied
A few minutes later he came back "I got it, Nancy Jefferson, she is one of the few people to ever beat old George. She really loves to take the woman's side in these cases, give her a call. Her number is 797-4328."
"4328..." she repeated as she wrote the number down, "Thanks George, you've been a big help."
"This is Susan Martin, may I speak to Nancy Jefferson please?" asked Susan after the receptionist had gone through her normal phone answer.
"One moment Ms. Martin, I'll see if she is available."
"I'm transferring you now," the voice said.
"This is Nancy Jefferson, how may I help you?"
Susan told her about the scene the previous night with her husband. She heard Nancy call to some one "when is our next afternoon appointment?"
"Would Tuesday at four be convent for you to come in?"
"I'll be there," said Susan.
"Great don't say anything or do anything crazy between now and then, AND DO NOT AGREE TO ANYTHING!" Nancy said to her. "I am looking forward to seeing you on Tuesday."
When she hung up the phone from Susan, Nancy quickly dialed another number. "Ed, you would not believe who I just had a call from, Susan Martin."
"Who's she?" replied Ed
"She's the wife of that arrogant bastard, Dave Martin, that's who, and that son-of-bitch is leaving her."
"You sure don't like him, do you?" replied Ed.
"No, I can't stand him. Listen I want you to start right in on investigating this one, I've heard a few rumors about him and one of their legal clerks, so how about seeing what you can find out."
"I'm on the case" replied Ed.
"Great, I love you and I'll see you at home tonight," said Nancy.
During English Mrs. Martin did not say anything to Tom nor did he try to answer any questions. After the bell at the end of class Tom said, "I am looking forward to seeing you after school."
Susan replied "I'm not sure if I can make it today." Tom opened his binder and thumbed through the small stack of papers on top. She immediately responded "I'll be there," as tears welled up in her eyes.
Tom raced home after school and got out the video camera. He positioned it behind the flower plants in the living room. He got out his CD player and picked out some good dance tunes. 4:30 came and passed. "Was she going to stand me up and call my bluff," he pondered. The minutes on the clock ticked passed and he started to think how he could get her for not showing. Finally at five minutes to five Tom saw Susan's car pull in the driveway.
Susan checked the address and then slowly got out of her car. "I hope at least one of his parents are home, and we can end this silly game." She thought as she walked slowly to the front door.
She rang the doorbell. "Patience," Tom told himself, "say cool and stay in control." He reached behind the plants and turned the video camera on then slowly he opened the door. "Susan, come in. I told you 4:30 and it is now 5 what should I do about this?"
Susan was surprised at the boy's response. He called her Susan, and this made her realize that she was out of the protection of the school that had afforded her a degree of dominance. She looks at this young man that stood towering over her at six foot three. She could see the ripples of muscle in his arms for several years of working out and playing sports. She quickly regained her composure and asked "Where are your parents, Tom? I need to talk to them."
"Well my dad split over 10 years ago, and my mom has closing tonight at the store so she won't be home to after 10." Tom replied. He moved forward and grabbed the pictures in one hand and a handful of her hair in the other. He said, "Now you listen to me, cunt - if you don't want these plastered all over the school you will do as I say, you understand?"
"Yes, yes, please let go! Your hurting me!" she whimpered as he yank her in the door. "God he's strong," she thought as she started to feel her juices flow at being handled by his strength.
Tom then said, "It's 'yes, master' from now on you hear?"
"Yesss Massster" she stuttered.
"Good" Tom said, "now kneel while I explain the rules to you." She dropped slowly to her knees and was kneeling before him. "First," he said, "when I tell you to be somewhere at a certain time you are to be there. Second you will do what I tell you when I tell you, understand?"
"Yesss Masster" she cried as tears were running down her cheeks, this was so humiliating but it was exciting her. She found herself wanting to obey this student and do what he said.
"Now stand up" he ordered. While she was getting up, Tom went over and turned on the CD player. He sat down in the chair facing her. "Dance" he ordered. She looked puzzled but slowly started to grind. "Come on" he said "catch the rhythm." Susan started to get into the music. "That's good, now remove your blouse," Tom commanded.
"Oh so this boy wants a show, well I'll give him a show," she thought. "Yes Master." Slowly she undid the buttons to here blouse and pealed it back over her bra. She started to feel that familiar warmth and excitement grow in her.
"My god her tits were more fabulous in person than in the 15-year-old picture," thought Tom. Slowly she peeled the blouse down her arms and let it fall to the floor.