She stormed out the door and into the cold night. For a moment she

panicked when she couldn’t find him, but then she caught a glimpse of

him rounding a corner. She shouted for him to stop and ran after him.

She rounded the corner just in time to see him disappear down a dark

alley. She ran to the mouth of the alley and hesitated. She couldn’t see

a thing and this was a bad part of town after all. For several moments

she walked in little circles in front of the alley, frustration and fear

fighting with curiosity and arousal. Finally arousal won out and she

stepped into the alley. It took a few moments for her eyes to adjust

before she could go on. There was no longer any sign of him and she had

to be careful not to fall over the crates and rubbish. The alley ran

into another alley, then another and then another. Pretty soon she was

completely disorientated and with a start she realized that she was

lost. Her lust quickly fled to a safer corner of her mind and fear took

it’s place. Frantically she searched for a way back to the street but

every dark corner revealed another alley. She started crying and

shivering and pretty soon she was running around, convinced that the

street had to be just around the next corner. She ended up in a dead end

and she leaned against the rough bricks that blocked her way. She was

still sobbing into her arms when she suddenly heard the sound of a zippo

being lighted. She flung herself around and saw a tall dark shape

standing in the middle of the alley. He lit a cigarette and relief

flooded through her body as she recognized his face in the flickering

light of the zippo. Lust returned and started a boxing match with fear.

She leaned back against the wall and tried to look sultry but fear was

not yet defeated and the effect was a bit spoilt by her knees knocking

against each other. His shoes crunched loudly over the broken glass in

the alley as he walked up to her. He sat down on a crate next to her and

looked her over. “This is not a good place for ladies to hang around.”

he simply said and took another drag from his cigarette. “Why didn’t you

wait?” she asked, “I wanted to speak to you.” He reached out and drew

her to him. “Hmm” he said. “What do you mean ‘hmmm’. Couldn’t you have

wa....” she said only to be cut off by his lips meeting hers. “Mhgh hmpf

yng?” she said after they’d kissed for a while. “Hmm?” he said, coming

up for air. “I said, who are you?” she replied. “Don’t you know?” he

replied, his voice sounding mischievous. “If you are who I think you

are, and you’d better be him, then you’d damn well wish you weren’t who

I think you are because I’m very angry at him that I think you are.” “?”

he said. Damn! His eyes seemed to be doing something to her tongue. “I

mean, I you’re hmf mff ymmfm...” she said as he kissed her again. He

lifted her into his arms and carried her over to an old mattress lying

forgotten in the corner. The effect would have been spoilt by the smell

of booze and urine rising from the mattress, but she was no longer in

any state to care about what her nose thought. He tore the clothes from

her body, the thick garter belt ripping loudly as his powerful arms

ripped it to shreds. He leaned back and looked down on her glimmering

body, a faint smile playing around the corner of his mouth. He removed a

small device from his back pocket and she realized that it was a

ordinary car remote. She started giggling as he pressed the remote and

her suit bleeped back, just as if she was an expensive car. The two

domes over her breasts and the dome over her sex popped up and as he

brushed them away her breasts spilled out of the holes left by the

domes. She groaned as his hands found her breasts and for the first time

in several months she felt warm human hands fondling her naked flesh.

Suddenly she felt the hard head of his member pressing onto her sex and

she gasped loudly as he rammed it home roughly. For a few seconds she

stared up at the small section of stars between the tall buildings but

soon her eyes glazed over and lost focus completely.

Sharon woke slowly and groaned as the hang-over hit her full blast.

Despite the nausea and headache she could still feel the lingering

effects of the dream. She rolled over on to her side and stared at the

shoes as they lay on the floor. In her drunken state she’d forgotten to

remove the clothes and she was still dressed in the leotard, mini skirt,

garters and stockings. She slowly and carefully rose and walked to the

window. The bright mid-morning sun was agony to her eyes and she drew

the blinds closed. She looked down at her chest. “You bastard, you know

what I feel like?” she said hoping he was listening. She undressed,

moaning as the movements caused pandemonium in her head. When she was

done she did her ablutions and took a shower.

She sat staring at the kettle, not realizing that it had long since

boiled and switched off. Her mind was elsewhere, re-living the events of

the previous evening. Despite looking like a tart she’d enjoyed the

evening. It was flattering and pleasant to be the center of attention

and she smiled fondly as she remembered her little group of admirers.

Suddenly the doorbell rang and with a jolt she remembered that she’d

invited Anette over. Sharon had thought it was time to patch things up

between them and she’d asked her to come over. She rushed to the

bedroom, suddenly very aware that she was walking around in only the

suit. She dressed in her usual T-shirt and jeans and went to open the

door.

To her surprise it wasn’t Anette but a delivery boy. He was holding an

enormous bunch of roses and she could almost not see his face. She

signed for the roses and carried them into the kitchen. A thorough

search for a card came up empty and she sat staring at the roses. Could

this be from him? Immediately her mind jumped back to the man she’d

danced with and a small thrill ran down her back. She’d tried to follow

him out of the club but a sharp pain in her abdomen had warned her that

her time was not yet up. Suddenly the dream returned and she stroked her

knees in frustrated arousal. For several seconds she day-dreamt, all the

while getting herself into more and more of a state. The old Sharon

would have been furious at him, after all he’d virtually made her his

slave. She stood up and started arranging the flowers. What a change

she’d gone through! The suit had forced her to admit to her submissive

tendencies. She’d always liked bondage games but she could never trust

anybody enough to let them into her little secret. Not even Anette knew

of the strange kink in her personality. Would she meet him again? What

did he actually want from her? All these questions she’d carried for

months and still she had no answers.

Anette arrived a little later and they chatted for a bit. There was an

awkward moment as Sharon refused to hug her, but then Anette noticed the

flowers and she rushed to the kitchen. “So - you DO have a lover. I

thought it must be that. So is he still a secret or are you going to

tell me about him?” Sharon sat down on the couch and pretended to

examine her nails. She had the story all worked out and decided to see

how it fit. “His name’s Mark. I met him on the internet. We’ve been

together now for almost a year.” She started. Anette sat down next to

her and folded her legs in under her body. “We started in the usual way,

chatting in one of the rooms....”

Sharon and Anette walked through the mall, doing window shopping. Anette

had swallowed the whole story hook line and sinker. Of course she wanted

to meet him but Sharon explained that he was off to England on a three

month contract. They walked into a little boutique and Sharon stood

looking around while Anette inspected the clothes. “So this is what

husbands feel like when their wives take them shopping.” she thought.

Since her adventure had started her choice in clothing had been severely

restricted. She stood around and pretended to share Anette’s enthusiasm.

As Anette was browsing she happened to glimpse an interesting color and

she walked over. Hidden amongst the other clothes was the most gorgeous

garment she’d ever seen. It was made of two parts. The top part was a

velvet bodysuit with a high turtle neck and open back. The teardrop

opening at the back was cut all the way down to the waist. It had long,

narrow sleeves that ran down to the wrists. The color was so deep it

looked red in some places and black in other. It reminded her of the

sweet, dark color of a fine red port. She sighed as she held the

wonderful fabric to her face. From the hips a long, narrow skirt made

from dark red chiffon ran down to the floor. At the hips it was tight

and dark but it gradually flared into wispy billows of translucent

fabric around the ankles. She sighed and put it back in it’s place.

Anette came over and removed the garment from the stand. “Jeesh Sharon -

it’s gorgeous! Why don’t you try it on?” She asked, draping the garment

over her arms to inspect it. “Did you see the price?” she replied.

Anette’s eyes grew large as she read the price tag. “Holy Shit! $849.00

for a dress!” she said, suddenly holding the dress as if it was made

from plutonium. “Are they out of their minds? Who would buy a dress for

that price?” She held it up to Sharon’s chest and inspected it. “You

have to admit though, it would look spectacular. It would go especially

well with your new breasts.” she said casually. Sharon’s heart jumped

and for a moment she panicked. Anette turned around and returned the

dress to it’s stand. “I was waiting for you to tell me about it but I

can’t wait any longer.” she said over her shoulder. “Why did you have it

done? I didn’t figure you as that kind of person.” she continued,

“Besides, you’ve always had a perfect figure.” Sharon smiled at the

compliment as they stepped out of the boutique. “You’d know, wouldn’t

you.” She replied, trying to buy some time to think something up. Anette

was looking at her expectantly, refusing to have the subject changed. “I

didn’t really decide to have it done, it just sort of happened. I was

seeing a shrink about a bit of a problem I had, sleepless nights and

depression and so on. She suggested I do a make-over, kind of re-invent

myself from the ground up. Maybe it was the depression or maybe it was

the pills, I still don’t know, but I decided to have my boobs done.” She

grinned at Anette’s shocked expression. “Yeah, that’s exactly the face

the shrink made. It wasn’t what she’d had in mind either.” “So why the

secrecy? And why are you so distant all of a sudden? After all we’d been

trough you suddenly won’t let me to within ten yards of you.” Anette

asked, a bit of a whiny twang creeping into her voice. They sat down at

a coffee shop and ordered tea. “Well, there are a lot of reasons. When

you first came to my house I’d just had it done. I was still groggy from

the drugs and felt a bit out of it. That’s why I asked what day it was.

I was also very sore and the last thing I wanted was to be touched.”

Anette nodded, accepting the explanation. “Then when we fought I thought

you hated me.” again she smiled at Anette’s accusing look. “I know it

was silly but remember I was pumped full of drugs. I didn’t tell the

doctors I was on anti-depressants and the combinations of drugs played

havoc with my emotions. When I finally got off the drugs such a long

time had passed I didn’t know how to patch things up again.” Anette

nodded knowingly, still accepting the story as the gospel truth. “I know

how you felt. There were several times I wanted to come over but I

thought you were pissed at me for some reason. I wasn’t sure how to

approach you.” They sat in silence for a moment, recollecting the months

that had passed between them. “And now, why are you still acting so

strangely? It’s clear you still don’t want me anywhere near you. We

don’t have to do it you know, I’m just a touchy feely kind of person.

You know that.” For a few minutes Sharon sat staring at her fingers,

frantically searching for an answer. “There were complications with the

operation.” she finally said, not sure where she was heading. “I’ve had

two more operations since the first one and I think there will be a few

more to come. I’m still sore and will probably be quite uncomfortable

for some time to come.” “Jesus Sharon, you’re not going to lose them are

you” Anette said, a shocked expression on her face. “I already have” she

almost replied but she bit her tongue just in time. “No, it’s not the

breasts themselves. They found something wrong with the blood vessels

and tissue just above the rib-cage” she said. “I don’t quite understand

it myself so don’t ask me what it is. All I know is that they found it

in time and they say they can fix it.” “Jeesh, you should have called.

You shouldn’t go through this alone.” Anette said, concern written all

over her face. “Well, at about the same time I met Mark. He was a real

help and I leaned on him a lot.” She looked down at her breasts. Was he

listening? “Because of the operations we couldn’t do it. It was the most

frustrating thing I’ve ever gone through. I longed to feel his hands on

me. I wanted him so bad I would have done it with stitches and all. I

wanted to feel him against me, my hips pressing into his. But he

refused, he said he would feel too guilty knowing that he’s hurt me. All

I wanted was to have him inside me for ever, holding on to him. I

started dreaming of the day we’d finally get to do it. His big hands

roaming over my body, his warm breath in my neck. I would walk around

the flat naked, ready for him to come over. My breasts would throb so

hard I’d thought the stitches would come loose. I’d lay in bed, touching

and playing with myself, saying his name over and over again. I’d get

wet every time he’d just look at me, my legs quivering at his deep dark

eyes.” Suddenly she was back in the mall and she immediately blushed a

deep crimson red. Anette sat with her mouth hanging open, her eyes

blinking rapidly in shock. Sharon gave an embarrassed little giggle.

“Suffice it to say we haven’t gotten around to it yet.”