Too Good to Be True

As with most of my stories, the focus will be on Female Domination but will stray into other areas I have mainly bypassed so far.

As always, all persons in the story are imagined, with any similarity to anyone living or dead being purely coincidental. None of the characters are under 18.

Too good to be true? Chapter 04.

Friday had arrived and James and Simon were looking forward to the planned evening ahead, even if Simon was not going with his chosen partner. They had briefly seen Bron and Louise who just said they would meet them in front of the railway station around 7:30pm. "Dress 'smart casual', and proper shoes, not trainers" was all Louise had told them.

As is always the case when plans are near, the clock seems to tick slower, and by the time 5pm arrived the two boys (young men?) were more than ready to go. They said farewell to their dad and told him they might be back late - or very late!

They had agreed to go home first and take an Uber to the station, not knowing how or when they would be returning home.

Ben had made no plans and was locking the office when he saw Diane approaching. "First week done. Do you fancy a drink? I know all the best places........" she said, smiling broadly.

Ben said that would be great. "Lead on!"

They left the office, locking all the doors and setting the alarm. "No more work for a couple of days," he said. "It will be good to have a rest."

Diane just smiled to herself, knowing a restful weekend was the last thing Ben would be having.

They walked just a short distance to a smart bar that Diane said was always good, with a wide array of drinks, and good food too. She suggested they might like to eat an early supper and then maybe retire to the bar. Ben thought that a great idea.

They were directed to a booth, near the back of the restaurant part of the bar. The décor reminded Ben of a club rather than a bar, with dark panelling and slightly subdued lighting. He took the menu to look at the options, but Diane took it off him and said she would order for them both. She checked he had no allergies - which he hadn't - and ordered steaks for them both, with green vegetables and potatoes. "Maybe there will be room for a dessert too," she added. "My treat, by the way. You will be paying it back over time, doing my books etc"

Ben looked at her, and asked if he could pay for the meal, but she was adamant that it would be her treat for him.

They had ordered drinks when they were seated, and the waiter arrived with them. He placed the glasses on the table, with the bottles, and left them to serve themselves.

"Cheers!" Ben said, clinking glasses with her. They took a little of their drinks and sat back into the booth, chatting about how work had been, and how Ben and his boys were getting used to the city. Ben had to admit that although they had found a place to rent, there had not been time to look around, and he again expressed his thanks to Diane for the business premises, and at such a deal!

They chatted until their food arrived; Diane ordered more drinks. She found him as submissive as she had thought and steered the conversation to Ben, making sure she had not missed anything in his past that might become an issue.

Ben was having a great time. He found the food, and the company, excellent. Diane was dressed in a business suit again, crisp white blouse containing her huge breasts, and stockings wrapped around her thick legs. Ben had been looking at her all the time and she became more attractive every time he looked. She must have been wearing a fairly thin bra because he was sure he could see the outline of her nipples and areolae through the blouse. Her suit jacket had been placed with the waiter when they arrived, and she could see it just behind the bar entrance. She needed to know where it was....... For later!

It was so clear to her that Ben was ogling her body, but she knew every man did - there wasn't really much choice with the size of her 'assets' and her thick body size. She accepted this as normal now, although it had bothered her as she had tried to rise through the ranks at previous jobs and finally decided that she would have to have her own company, to stop the unwanted attention. She had allowed some men into her bed, mainly when it offered her some kind of reward - a promotion, or a bonus - and regarded men as a necessary evil; to be used as required.

She was enjoying the steak, her favourite entrée; Ben said his was excellent too. He was not sure about her ordering the food for them both but chose to say nothing. He would pay when they were finished, but he would enjoy himself until then. He still had a few hundred dollars left in his account, so knew he could cover the check. It would only be fair!

She hailed the waiter as they finished the meal and complimented him on the quality of the meat cooking. He said he would tell the Chef! Ben nodded, and said he enjoyed it too. In truth, he preferred fish to meat, but Diane was a very decisive person, and did not accept disagreement, he had realised.

She told Ben what she wanted for dessert and stood to go to the Ladies Room. She asked Ben to make his decision and let the waiter know their choices. He would need to go around to the other side of the bar to make the order, she knew, and that would allow her to retrieve 'something' from her jacket pocket. She also took the opportunity to phone Bron to make sure their plans were on track and said she would be at the chateau around 9:30. Bron advised they would probably be a lot later, as they wanted to enjoy themselves with the boys before setting the plans in motion.

Now it was just a matter of timing!

Ben had made their order and returned to their booth, finding Diane already there. She looked up as he arrived and smiled at him. Looking down, he was sure she had unbuttoned at least 2 of her blouse buttons, and her breasts were half exposed. He kept looking just a moment too long, reminding Diane that men were so easy to distract, and distraction led to control.

Their desserts were on the table ready for them, so Ben slid into the booth, and took up his spoon. He found that, despite the very nice pudding, his eyes kept getting drawn to her breasts.

Well! There they were occupying half his field of vision. She must be happy with me looking - he told himself!

Diane was very happy with him looking, because it kept him happy and distracted, and that was her aim for the next 90 minutes or so.

They restarted their chat, with Diane telling him some things about herself, but nothing useful for him to know............... and nothing truthful! She ordered another round of drinks, and shots to go with them, and used her spoon to clear her plate. Ben finished his at the same time, saying he had probably had enough to drink, but Diane just called him a "Party Pooper."

Desserts cleared and drinks refreshed, Diane proposed another toast; "To Business, and Success. And to ME!" Ben looked at her, thinking she had already drunk enough, but it was all an act. He finished his drink, took up his shot and clicked it against Diane's shot glass. They lifted the glasses and downed their shot in one go, both shaking their heads as the alcohol burned down their throats.

Diane was fine - being used to drinking - but Ben was a little drunk. He was not a sociable sort of person, even when married, and had not had more than one drink for a long time, he realised.

They sat, just enjoying the feeling of fullness after a good meal, and pretty soon Diane saw Ben's eyes start to droop. She smiled to herself, refastened one of her buttons, and said, louder than necessary, it was time for them to go. Ben sat up suddenly and said "Oh, OK. I cannot remember the last time I had such a good time. Must be the company!"

"Oh, Thank You, Mr Suave!" she said, taking his hand and pulling him up out of the seat. They made their way to the bar to pay the bill and collect Diane's jacket. He took out his wallet, but Diane told him to put it away, it had been her offer. He tried again to pay, but she slapped his hand away and handed her card to the waiter.

He took the card and went to collect her jacket. He asked Diane if she wanted to leave a tip which she said she would - add it to the bill. Taking the machine, he input the total, and said to her, quietly, that a tip in cash would be preferred!

She looked at him and smiled, taking $60 out of her wallet and sliding it over under her hand so Ben would not see the amount she paid. "Thank You, very kind!" the waiter said, "Let me know if I can get you anything else, at any time." Ben looked at him, through slightly blurred eyes, wondering if he had heard him right. What a come on.......... He decided. Diane could do so much better than him. (Ben had not realised the waiter had slipped 'a little something' into her jacket pocket, something she had asked for.)

But the evidence had gone as the powder was now circulating inside Ben!

They walked to the door and Ben opened it for her to exit. The cool air hit him and caused him to close his eyes. He shook his head, and opened them again, but his vision was still not clear. 'What had happened to him?'

"OOOH! I don't feel so good," he slurred. Diane propped him up against the window frame and held him steady. With her body size, and his short stature, she was blocking anyone from seeing him and maybe trying to help. She needed to get him into a taxi and back to his home, but not too soon as she needed to be sure James and Simon had left to go into the city with her daughters.

She had phoned the taxi company that she usually used and pre-booked a cab which was 5 minutes away. She then phoned Bron who said the boys had already left home and were on their way into the city, and that she had taken Diane's car and left it outside Ben's house. Diane just had to make sure she was not seen when transferring him from the cab into her car. The taxi arrived and between her and the driver, they managed to get a disorientated Ben into the rear seat. Diane sat next to him, propping him up and chatting to him, to fool the driver into thinking they were both fine, and had just had a good night. Ben heard nothing and saw nothing as the alcohol, and the knock-out drug, worked their way through his system.

It was quiet in the short street next to the one where Ben had been able to find a house to rent, and Diane was able to haul Ben out of the car and get him stood up against a neighbour's fence. She tipped the driver and watched him until he was out of sight, before supporting Ben as they walked back out of the street, and up to the next street, where Bron had left Diane's car. She shuffled him around and poured him into the back seat, with little assistance from Ben. She would have assistance at the other end of their journey, she knew!

But for this journey she would just drive carefully (as she had been drinking and didn't need a DUI) even though she knew that 'one of her people' had registered her car with DMV as being a 'Diplomatic Protection' vehicle, so she should only be stopped if it REALLY was serious.

She drove out of the city limits and kept going. She was a little tired but took it slowly and arrived at "The Chateau" after a 95-minute drive. She pulled in through the automatic gates and drove up the, almost mile-long, path, making her way around to the side of the house, where Ben could be dumped out.

A man wearing an all-black body suit, with a black balaclava, black gloves and black boots picked up Ben and took him into the building. "Down to the cellar, Miss?" he asked, turning to go down the stairs when she nodded, "and string him up too. I will have some fun later......but for now I need a nap. Come up and get me if Bron and Louise get here before I awake."

19:20 Friday evening.

Simon and James had arrived at the station and stood near the road so they could see Bron and Louise when they arrived. They would not be hard to spot!! No matter where you were, two six-foot tall blondes with big, thick bodies would stand out.

At a couple of minutes after 7:30, they saw the women and crossed the road to greet them.

Bron grabbed James and hugged him into her soft chest trying not to cut off his breathing. He looked her up and down, and saw she was wearing black jeans which fitted tightly around her waist and ass, a bright green top which was cut with a large scoop neck, showing off her breasts - which would probably be visible whatever she was wearing, and had pixie boots on, with a 1- or 2-inch stiletto-style heel. She looked so sexy, he decided, even if they looked a bit odd together due to the difference in heights, and body size.

Louise hugged Simon in a very similar way to Bron was hugging James, but with him being a touch taller, her breasts just squished against his chest, rather than higher up. She also wore black jeans, possibly even tighter than her sister and a blue and white top with the mandatory scoop neck and wore knee-high boots, also with a stiletto heel. Simon had never seen so much beautiful female flesh at one time and relished the hug, until her grip got a little too tight.

"Whoa," he said, "You'll squeeze the life out of me!"

She laughed, "not yet!" Simon gave her a look, but assumed she was just being funny for him.

They started to walk to a restaurant that Bron said would be good, chatting on the way - a normal 4-some on their way out- although the fact the two women were both significantly taller, was certainly unusual. The heels gave them even greater height allowing them to look down on their 'dates'.

They approached the "Cavalier" restaurant/bar and decided it would be best to eat first, then drink, and dance, later. Simon was all for dancing, but James said he had two left feet. They all called him out on his claim and said he would be great when they got to the club. A few drinks and he would have no inhibitions.

They opened the door, but were greeted by a surly, looking waiter who said it was "21 and over" ONLY due to the local alcohol regulations. Both men took their id out and showed it. They were getting fed up with this and hoped that they would start to look older, just so they did not get checked every time.

Having gained access into the restaurant, a waitress offered them a table in the main window, but Louise indicated they would prefer a booth, nearer the back. The waitress huffed a bit, seeing their preferred table was not in 'her area', but reasoned that the two women were less likely to tip, and the 'boys' looked too young to have much spare cash. It would be ok for the other waiter to serve their table, but it was not a good start to a Friday night.

Bron stood back as Louise slid into the booth, moving three-quarters of the way around the bench seat, and Simon slid in to be next to her. James offered for Bron to go next, but she deferred and said he should sit next to his brother. She wanted them where they could not get away!

The waiter appeared and took their orders which were just 4 burgers with fries, and 2 Diet Cokes and 2 lite beers. The boys were determined they would look at least like adults in their choice of drink, even if they did not in their physical presence.

They chatted for a while, awaiting their food; the women questioning the boys about where they used to live, why they had moved and were they happy with where they were now? Their questions were framed as interest and concern, but of course they were making sure nothing from the boy's previous life, would tie them to this one. Neither had girlfriends (Simon had one a couple of years ago, but it had not lasted, James had never had a girlfriend - possibly due to his 'weedy' countenance, or his geeky interests).

The food arrived and all four ate instead of chatting, agreeing the burgers were good, but the fries were a bit soft. The boys got another round of drinks, but Bron said they would wait until they got to the club, because their breasts would ensure they did not have to pay!!

Just less than an hour from when they entered the restaurant, they were leaving and going 'just down the street' to the first of 2 clubs they would go to.

"Heavenly" was an assault on the eyes, with bright green, yellow and orange dayglo light-filled lettering and door staff who wore the same colour clothing. Simon looked surprised, and a bit concerned, as he said, "Is this a gay bar? It looks like, what was that one called where we lived?"

"You mean "Jack(ies)", said James, helping with the name Simon had forgotten.

"Don't worry, we will keep you safe," advised Bron, "they know us here and they know we come in for the music and the ambience, not the men!! Maybe there will be someone you like in here?

JUST TEASING!!!" she said, giggling.

The doorman waved them straight through, his arm directing them in, ladies first, and smoothed his hand across Simon's ass as he entered the corridor. Simon whirled around, but the doorman had turned, and it 'was' possible he had touched Simon accidentally. Well, that was how Simon chose to see it!

The women had gone straight to the bar and were served immediately. They stood a head higher than almost everyone at the bar and were easy to spot. Bron made the drinks order and pointed to a tall guy at the other end of the bar indicating he would pay. She knew "Baz" would be happy to pay for their drinks and would come over to sit with them soon. He knew the women and knew they would have brought men for him to look at, and maybe tease!

Louise had directed the boys to a table, again in a corner and near the back. The lighting was fairly subdued, or perhaps that was just because of the bright lighting over the dance floor.

Bron returned with a smart-looking guy who smiled brightly at Simon, as he deposited the drinks on their table. "OOOH! Nice." he said. Have you brought me some new toys to play with?" Bron said they had claimed to be hetero, but there might be some options for the right person!

James was starting to feel a bit insecure - he had always liked girls and never been one of those who spent 'too long' in the showers at school. "Who is that, Bron? I am not sure they know we are not gay?"

"Don't worry, we told you that we will protect you! They are just playing. You should see this place near Midnight when the real hardcore gays are out. I would not leave you here by yourself then; you would be bent over that rail, trousers down and rammed full of man-meat, then used as a cum-dump for the rest of the night. Probably Simon too!!"

"Should we really be here then," he asked. "I do not fancy that!"

"Oh, relax! Enjoy the music, enjoy the drink. We will go somewhere else soon, and you will find that more to your boring taste!" She wanted to see if he made an objection to being called 'boring'. He wisely, didn't!

Simon was having much more fun as Louise had trapped him into the corner and was all over him. Her huge breasts were squashed against his chest as she laid across him, kissing him hard, her blonde hair fanned out over their faces. They could not see it, but her hand was rubbing Simon's groin, feeling him getting a bit bigger under her ministrations. She had carefully placed her body so that enough of her 200lbs weight was pressed into his waist and lower chest so he could not move anywhere without falling off the chair.

James was jealous of the attention Simon was getting and looked around the club for any interesting things to talk to Bron about. She had no interest in talking and pulled him up, half-dragging him to the dancefloor. There were enough people dancing to make it quite tight, and James found himself squeezed between Bron and other dancers. "Come on, Mr 'Two-Left_Feet'. Let's see what moves we can get out of you. Best stay as close to me as you can, because this IS a gay-bar and, although there are a few gay women here, the majority are men. I do not want to lose my little date to a big hairy biker! James concurred but said nothing. He had never admitted it, but he had done some ballroom dancing with his Mom's help and had become a moderate dancer. That was the formulaic ballroom stuff and a bit of Latin; probably not a lot of use here with the waving arms and deep dips coming from most of the existing dancing bodies.