Rosie steadied herself with one hand against the door and leaned slightly as she stepped into one of the high-heeled shoes.
"Could you buckle me, please?" she asked. I smiled and we both laughed. "That prick!" I knelt in front of her and wrapped the thick leather strap around her thick stocking-clad ankle. "He knows I can't bend that far in this get-up." She wobbled a bit as she stepped into the other shoe. "Three inch heels. He calls this 'moving up a step'." I slid the tongue through the buckle and pulled it snug.
Just for fun, I slid my palms up the outsides of her legs as I stood up, ending up with her big bottom in my hands. "Do you think he'll even notice?" she whispered, then tongued my ear.
"I doubt he'll have any idea. He'll think it's just you. But we'll know, won't we?"
"It's only fair," she laughed. "You stick yourself what he's left behind, now he can do the same." We kissed again, Rosie grinding her hips against mine. I pushed her away gently. "Go, stand in the doorway."
"I'll pose for you," she chuckled, raising one arm behind her head, planting the other hand on her hip. She looked hot, no doubt.
James had emailed her a shopping list for this weekend and she'd bought everything he asked for. Black satin thong, black lace push-up bra, bright red latex corset with suspenders and dark burgundy stockings. She wore six gaudy gold rings on her left hand and eight on her right, lots of golden bracelets and gold chains around her neck, even large gold hoop earrings, two on each side. She got the seconds piercings two weeks ago, that is, nearly three weeks after we'd started pushing the game up notch by notch.
Her hair continued to grow out - at James' insistence, of course. Currently, it was dyed blonde and piled high on top of her head. Her makeup was classic streetwalker, right down to a new black beauty mark low on her left cheek.
"Let's get going. The driver will be down at the Tic Toc in a few minutes," Rosie said. I gave her another kiss and helper her into the black full-length overcoat. We walked into the garage, I held the door open for her and she slid into the passenger seat. I got in, started the car and pressed the button on the garage door opener. As I backed out of the driveway, I looked at her. She kept her head down, just in case any of the neighbors were looking out their windows or out for a walk.
James had agreed to have her picked up in a neutral place in order to maintain her privacy. We'd picked a tacky bar several miles from our home but still in a safe neighborhood.
"You're still OK with this?" I asked as we rolled along.
Rosie took a few quiet breaths before answering. "It was certainly a shock when you brought it up. I thought you were going to hate me for going out on you."
I smiled, remembering that wild week after her confession. We'd screwed like rabbits, took advantage of every free second we could find, doing it anywhere we happened to be, and always, always, whispering to each other about her and James. I'm not going to try and psychoanalyze either of us. The bottom line was that we both got a hell of a kick out of it. We checked in with each other all the time - a beast like this was dangerous to keep - but so far, we were both loving it.
"Have you figured out how he screens them yet?" I asked.
She turned slightly, reached her hand toward me and touched my leg. I felt electricity jump from her fingertips to my crotch.
"The men he brings aren't people he works with, I know that. I heard two of them talking last time and I think I have a pretty good idea where he's meeting them."
There was a red light and I stopped the car. I took her hand in mine, brought it to my face and kissed her palm. "Well?"
"I don't want to say yet, I want to see what else I can learn," she objected.
"You tease!" I laughed. The light changed and I put her hand back on my leg, sliding it closer to my cock.
"I promise you, I'm getting closer," she purred softly, hand pressing against me through my pants. I smiled. I had confidence she would find out, then we could move our little plot forward.
What was our plot? Let me rewind back to one night, a while ago, after their second or third time together, Rosie and I were laying on the living room floor, exhausted from fucking, sipping wine and watching some old black and white film on television. Someone was planning a bank heist. I heard one of the characters say to another "...and they had no clue that it was you?..." I don't remember the movie or who the actor was, but the line sparked an idea. I explained it to Rosie and within minutes, we were at it again, knocking over the bottle and spilling wine all over the carpet, whispering to each other about how hot the idea was, how soon could we do it?
The idea was simple, I'd get James to invite me to one of their sessions. Rosie had already told me that James enjoyed arranging small group bangs. Evidently, since she hadn't put up much of a fight that first time, he felt at liberty to indulge himself regularly. She hadn't been alone with him once in their last six meetings.
The men were always different, at least as far as she could remember. Most of them were middle-aged, well-dressed, conservative looking types of all shapes, sizes, and colors. Athletic, overweight, attractive, plain, white, black, brown, James certainly had a wide range of associates.
They usually started off in James' front room with her wearing something skimpy and serving them drinks, kissing, hugging, giving head and handjobs to anyone who asked. They'd usually be playing poker or watching videos, something to keep themselves busy. As the night went on, they'd take her into the bedroom in ones and twos for the actual fucking.
I wanted to get in on the action, thought it would be particularly hot and also a bit of a payback to James for fucking a married woman. I also toyed with the idea of taking some films and videos of the action. James had been taking photos of her all along, adding them to the treasure house on her website, always touched up to keep her and anyone else in the room anonymous. But I wanted some complete videos of my own, untouched as it were.
So, Rosie's current assignment was to find out how James recruited and screened the men he brought into his game.
"He's already here, go around the corner," Rosie said, ducking down slightly. I saw the big, black Continental parked outside the back door of the Tic Toc, the driver, dressed in a light grey suit, was just getting out of the driver's side door.
I pulled into the lot on the far side of the building and parked. "You OK?" I asked. Rosie leaned over and gave me a long, deep kiss. "I'm so much more than just OK," she said in a throaty voice, then opened her door, got out and walked into the bar. --- The driver held the door open, Rosie climbed into the vintage Lincoln and settled back. There was another man there, waiting with a glass of champagne and a list of names. Rosie nodded thank you as she took the champagne.
"What do I need to know?" she asked.
