Diane's Mistake 10/21 (M+F, nc, blackmail, bdsm, etc)
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WARNING: This story contains strong sexual themes. It is intended as a work of
fiction for ADULTS ONLY, and the writer does not in any way suggest or condone
similar behavior.
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is
coincidental. All names are fictitious. The acts described herein are
illegal, and are not condoned by the author. This work is to be read by
PERSONS 21 OR OLDER ONLY where such topics are not against the law.
If unusual sexual behavior offends you, please STOP reading here
THIS IS YOUR LAST WARNING!
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SubDiane's Mistake
Chapter 10
Diane rolled over in bed and reached for the telephone.
"Hello..." she barely mumbled from the fog of her half-sleep.
"You sound horrible, do you have a cold?"
She sat upright in the bed, ran her fingers through her hair. "Jim?"
"Yes. You sound like you just woke up. Are you all right?"
"I'm OK. I don't know what came over me, I was just so exhausted last night..."
"Well, how long were you awake?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well, I know you took a shower, the towels were damp and you left the cap off
the toothpaste."
"Yes, yes, I just couldn't sleep, so I woke up...you know, I thought...that a
hot bath would do me some good."
"Well, it's kind of unlike you to have trouble sleeping. I hope nothing's
wrong. Maybe you should go to the doctor."
"No, no, I'm fine. I think it was just something I ate..."
"OK. Well, I was calling to tell you I'd be a little late tonight, not later
than seven or eight. You two feel free to have dinner without me, just keep
something warm."
"All right. Thanks for calling."
Diane put the phone back on its base and fell back into bed. The pillow felt
good. There were only a few things that had to be done today, maybe she could
get in another hour or two of sleep.
Something was nagging at the back of her head. Was there something else in
yesterday's email? No, that wasn't it. She closed her eyes and tried to get
comfortable, but didn't feel sleep coming on. She was still exhausted from
yesterday, her muscles were sore and her wrists were tender. But she was still
distracted by something else she couldn't ignore.
Ten minutes later, she gave up. Sleep wasn't going to come, her body didn't
realize it was tired. Or, she was feeling nervous and just not admitting it.
What was bothering her? She got up out of bed and walked to the bathroom.
Turned on the hot water and washed her face, then brushed her teeth and ran the
comb through her hair a few times. No reason to take another shower, the first
one was just a few hours ago.
The clock read 11 a.m. She knew what was bothering her. She had to check the
IN box.
+ + +
"You were not at the gym this morning.
"This requires an explanation. This afternoon at one, I want to see you at the
Erotic Warehouse bookstore downtown. Meet in the back near the booths. Bring
two rolls of quarters.
"Wear your everyday uniform."
Diane realized that the 'everyday uniform' would mean a shopping trip. Where
would she find a dress that fit that description and be ready in two hours? A
panic set in. Perhaps something close would be good enough. With a quick
shower and a trip to the mall, she could probably make one o'clock. But just
barely.
+ + +
Diane searched through the different sizes on the rack. This was the fourth
store she'd checked and it was getting late. 12:10. There were a variety of
dresses that came close - right color-no buttons, buttons-no pleats,
pleats-wrong color.
After leaving the store, she decided to do the shopping for the garter and
stockings. Maybe getting that task out of the way would free her up to
concentrate on the dress itself. She went into Victoria's Secret - it seemed
like the right place to buy that sort of thing.
The clerk was able to fit her with the garter belt and stockings without making
her feel embarassed. Diane noticed a rack of dresses out of the corner of her
eye. There on the rack was a plum dress with buttons up the front. She felt a
rush of excitement as she walked closer and saw the pleated flow of the skirt.
It should have occurred to her that they'd searched for the 'uniform' already
and found it at a local store. They knew where she lived, why make it
difficult?
She paid for the items and went into the women's room near the information
booth in the mall. There, she quickly changed into the newly purchased outfit.
Pausing to look at herself in the mirror, she realized she'd forgot to buy the
appropriate makeup. Well, at least it might be easier to match since she had
the outfit on.
She stuffed her old clothes into the Victoria's Secret bag and walked back out
into the mall.
Shoes!
She realized her shoes - black - might work but also weren't quite perfect.
She stopped in a shoestore along the way and bought a pair of shoes that were a
better match. They hadn't asked for heels, but she bought them anyway. It
seemed likely they'd send her back if she showed up in anything else.
At the make-up counter, she simply asked the woman to match her 'color' and the
dress. It took only a few minutes. The woman behind the counter applied the
makeup to Diane, coaching her as she went along.
+ + +
It was five minutes after one o'clock when Diane opened the front door of the
bookstore.
It was a modern looking place, not like the dingy adult bookstores she'd seen
in movies. There were racks of magazines, glass cases full of 'adult devices',
and shelves full of videotapes on both walls.
The man at the counter looked at her, pointed to a small sign on the cash
register.
$5 DEPOSIT TO ENTER.
WILL BE APPLIED TO ANY PURCHASE.
20 MINUTE LIMIT ON BROWSING
She reached into the small purse and pulled out her $20.
"How do you want the change?" he asked.
Puzzled, she replied, "whatever." He handed her a ten and a five dollar bill.
Diane looked around the store again, trying to find her rendezvous. There were
two or three men looking at magazines, no one looked up at her. Walking past
the magazines, she saw the overhead sign that read "PEEP SHOWS".
Underneath the sign, there was a bulletin board with pictures from the covers
of the dozen or so videos that were playing. There was an assortment of
behaviors, from couples to girl-girl to a bondage party.
"You're late."
Diane couldn't tell where the voice was coming from. It originated from
somewhere back in the booths.
"Come back here. Booth number 4."
She looked at the doors. Each had a number and had a copy of the videotape
cover tacked underneath it. Door number 4 was slightly open. The tape was
titled "World Record Orgy" and described a tape with one woman taking on over
200 men. There was a picture of a group of men milling around a long table
with drinks lined up. In the background was a woman laying on a matress with
several men standing around her, stroking themselves.
From behind her, the door to #6 opened and a figure stepped out. She didn't
recognize him by sight or by his voice. Was this another new one?
"Did you bring the quarters?"
Stunned, Diane realized that she'd forgotten.
"Uh, I...forgot..."
"Let me get this straight. You didn't sign up at the gym..."
"I didn't know they meant first thing in the morning!"
"I understand that's what you were told. And don't interrupt me."
Diane looked as one of the other booths opened. A man stepped out and looked
at her. A smile crossed his face. He blew her a kiss. A few seconds later,
another man stepped out of the same booth and headed for the back door.
"You didn't sign up at the gym, you were late getting her, and you chose not to
bring the quarters?"
"I didn't choose, I just forgot!"
"Jesus, you play dangerous. Are you trying to get yourself hurt or exposed or
what?" The man didn't wait for a reply. He reached for her, put his hand up
underneath her skirt. As he raised his hand, the skirt slid up, higher and
higher, until he could see her exposed cunt.
"Well, at least you dressed properly." He let the skirt drop. "Let's get on
with it."
She watched him as he walked toward the back of the store. He stopped and
turned. "Are you waiting for something?"
Shaking her head, she followed him.
The man stood outside the door of the #10 booth. The video cover showed a woman
dressed in a rubber head-to-toe outfit. All that was exposed was her mouth,
which was held open by a ring of some sort.
"Knock...knock..."
The door opened slowly. Inside, she saw a man sitting on the bench. He looked
at her without speaking. He raised a hand and twirled a finger. The man
outside the booth reached for Diane and, holding her by the shoulders, turned
her around slowly.
The man inside the booth pointed to her neck the dropped his finger slowly
along the front of her body to the bottom of the skirt.
"Unbutton yourself for him."
Fingers trembling, she unbuttoned the top button. Slowly, she worked her way
down the front of the dress, hoping with each button that they would say
'enough'. When she'd unbuttoned the last one, the man outside, with one quick
motion, slipped the dress off of her and dropped it to the floor.
Diane's hands reflexively rent up to cover her breasts but the man gave her a
stern look. She dropped them down to her sides. She couldn't believe it, she
was standing practically naked in an adult bookstore in downtown Chicago. And
neither of the men was touching her, just looking.
"Bring her back when she drops a few pounds," the man in #10 said. The door
closed and she heard the bolt slide from the inside.
"Oh shit, this could be trouble. This is a very regular customer and he is not
happy. Get your things and let's go." The man started walking quickly toward
the front of the store. "Come on!"
Diane grabbed the dress and pulled it on. She tried to button it as she walked
to the front of the store. The clerk gave her a grin as she walked past,
putting the last button into place and obviously feeling painfully exposed.
+ + + end of chapter 10
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