The building had her name on it. CLARE'S WORLD. Of course it did. It was her empire, built up from potholders sold at parties to a multibillion dollar "lifestyle industry." She understood people and knew how to get or make what they wanted. Her pots and pans were in the most upscale houseware stores. Her gardening boots were sold at Z-Mart. There were three fashion lines, each aimed at a different demographic: Cowgirl, East Sider, Family Values. Women were her bread and butter.
A receptionist, dressed fashionably, ushered Dr. Casey Darden discreetly into a private elevator that rose only to the penthouse office suite. Casey was meeting Clare's assistant Melissa for a quick briefing before they made their "presentation' to Clare herself. He had never met the remarkable Clare. Her reputation for being hard as nails under velvet intimidated everyone on the 'project.'
This had been the most difficult client situation that Casey had faced so far (with the possible exception of facing off with the devil himself.) Melissa Brand had first contacted him many weeks ago. Even though it was supposed to be on the QT there were many staff members involved. Most of them thought they were testing a new product line, and in fact, they very well might be, if the presentation was effective.
Casey might have wished that Melissa were his client. Melissa was easily five ten, with an athletic body that was model slim face to face; but as soon as she turned sideways a remarkable perky ass asked to be patted. From the way Melissa scanned him from mousse to wingtips in a cool and relaxed manner he was convinced she needed no therapy.
"Follow me," she murmured and moved gracefully down a corridor lit by invisible light and decorated by floral abstracts that seemed to glow in their niches. She ushered him into a conference room whose one wall was the city itself, gleaming evening lights all the way to the Boston harbor islands. The "development team", all dressed conservatively, were seated at a table formed from a single irregular slab of magnificently grained wood.
Arrayed behind them in an alcove were a number of curious objects on shelves, platforms and a velvet-covered table.
"Doctor Darden has asked me to be the lead this evening on the products we have chosen and to aid in the presentation to Clare. While I recognize that each of you has spent serious effort in researching, choosing, even developing these products, we will trust Dr. Darden, and of course Clare to make the choices as to which reach the market with the Clare Intimates label. You all are aware that this product is a departure and a risk.
"Of course we hope these new items will complement the line of intimate lingerie and sensual oils that may be used in erotic encounters. But heretofore we have not sought to provide products specifically for 'bedroom recreation'. Please be prepared to give strong reasons why you believe in the product you have chosen."
Worried murmurs flowed around the table. Melissa had started pacing and Casey noticed a fine line of moisture above her well-carved upper lip. Everyone knew that Melissa had exclusive access to Clare. Rumors flew that they were lovers, but no one had ever seen so much as a touch that suggested such a relationship.
Melissa led Casey off to the side.
"As is our custom we introduce new concepts to Clare in response to her own leadings. Some of these ...some of her suggestions may be ... oblique, no more than a hint, or a direction suggested by a hue, a tune, an animal, a city, an island. When we manage to decipher these innuendoes and provide substantial possibilities Clare will endorse them wholeheartedly and make them part of her own life, not to mention endorsing impressive investment and development. If we misjudge her mood we will all be fired and she will do her best to besmirch your reputation. Let us just say no one in this room has ever misinterpreted a Clare suggestion. But most here have only been with the organization a few months... Do you understand?
Casey nodded. Melissa did not seem eager to seek his opinion.
"One more critical factor. Clare does not allow CLARE'S WORLD to sell any product she would not use herself.
"Supporting this product we envision an exclusive club, Clare's Club that will provide concierges to offer consultation for women wishing to explore ...."
An almost imperceptible belltone chimed and everyone in the room sat up straighter and applied polite smiles to their mouths. A panel hushed open revealing the glints of expensive furnishing and objets d'art. The woman who glided across the room wore a perfect mole-grey tailored suit of her own design.
No one moved. Casey, rebelliously remained relaxed, casual.
Clare barely glanced at him as she moved to the exhibition area, calmly strolling among the objects. There was quite a range; elegant glass cylinders, small mechanical devices and an impressive carved hobby-horse. And then there was the mechanical 'spider' in the center of the room. Occasionally she drew a perfectly manicured forefinger along an object; cocked her head as something puzzled her; shook her head almost imperceptibly; let a tiny smile raise the corner of her lip. She stopped, grey eyes on her staff at the table.
"Thank you everyone. You may go."
A small disappointed murmur arose from the assembly.
"Please have your resignations on Ms. Brand's desk before you leave the building."
A raised palm quelled any further sound. The crew filed out. Melissa lingered.
"Melissa? You too may go."
Again the elegant raised hand. Melissa headed for the exit.
"Oh Melissa, please prepare your resignation also. But don't leave the building. I think I will need you."
Casey kept his breath low and relaxed. Clare turned to the windows and looked out at the city.
"You are thinking I have fired them all like the imperious bitch I am reputed to be."
Casey said nothing and felt himself gain a point.
"Actually, they expect this. It is routine. If the presentation goes well most of them will remain employed and receive not only a bonus, but a percentage of the sales from the new line."
Casey looked her directly in the eyes as she turned. It pleased him to notice she wasn't used to this.
"Of course, if this goes badly we start fresh. There are so many who would die to work under me."
Casey still had nothing to say.
"And so, it is in your hands, Mr. gigolo doctor, or perhaps we should say I am in your hands. Have you ever had a tiger by the tail, Dr. Darden? May I offer you a drink?"
"Will you join me?"
"That is the question, isn't it?"
She waved her hand at a panel of blonde wood and it opened to reveal an elegant bar. An ice bucket rose from its depths with a champagne bottle in it. Clare plucked two champagne flutes from their rack.
"Would you do the honors?"
Casey took the bottle and dried it on a crisp linen towel. In one motion he removed the cork without spilling a whiff of foam and poured them each a glass. The wine was tinted the pale chartreuse Clare was famous for applying to furniture, fabrics and dinnerware. Clare raised her glass.
"From my own vineyards outside of Saint-Memmie, and therefore a true Champagne. Normally, I never mix alcohol with business decisions. However, this is somewhat different. Since I would almost invariably sip some champagne before intimate activity, this is a staging of the proper circumstances. A handsome gentleman is also important."
She ran her eyes down to the creases in his pants and raised them to his face.
"Though not always essential."
"Correct."
"May I propose a toast, then, to a successful joint venture?"
"If it amuses you to call it that."
"It does."
"So be it. To our joint venture."
They drank. Casey was moved to comment on the wine.
"I like this. It is neither sweet nor tart. An excellent blend."
He deliberately let his eyes explore her body.
"It should be at three thousand dollars a bottle. Will you have some more?"
"Perhaps later. For now a certain clarity of mind should aid me in presenting the materials."
"You will make this presentation yourself?"
"Oh yes.
"Surely you did not assume I would be your partner? Or do you have your own professional 'surrogates' expert in the 'art of love', should we say?
Casey allowed himself a slight smile.
"Melissa has agreed to aid me in some of the demonstration. She assured me she knows your tastes well. However, for the time being I thought you might like to examine certain products yourself. Perhaps you would like to begin with the jewels of our collection."
Casey was pleased to see a discreet wrinkle find it's way between the carefully tonsured brows of his host. He turned and took a magnificent wood and ivory inlaid case from the side table. As he opened it for Clare a subtle glow rose from beneath a row of elegant glass cylinders and shell-like objects.
"Please, help yourself."
Clare ran her finger across the objects and withdrew one of ruby glass wound with what appeared to be tiny snakes. One end swelled into a sensuous bulb. She replaced it and picked up another that seemed to be a crescent of glass holding the tangled strands of exotic seaweeds and studded with rippling shells. A third was gleaming black, but sparkles of purple and green danced deep in its core.
"Well, Dr. Darden, they are certainly beautiful. I'll give you that. But I have seen similar, if more ordinary glass dildos marketed. Are these in any way remarkable?
Casey smiled.
"Would you like to ... test any, or all of them to properly discover their properties?"
Clare shook her head.
"I think not. Please describe."
"All right. First, they are not merely dildos, but rather special vibrators. If you look closely you will see that embedded in the base is a solar cell. When left in a bright window or under full spectrum light they charge quickly and hold power for two hours. Now, if you will find a small soft spot on one end ... yes, there. Press that. You should feel a rather unique vibration. Yes?"
"Yes."
One of Clare's eyebrows was raised in curiosity.
"The wand is embedded with biorhythm electrodes that sense the users preference. In addition, we say that 'the wand chooses the woman'. Some clients may to get to know several before finding a perfect match. I would guess that you have found your wand, though you could try another. They also have a receiver that can pick up music from a special iPod ® dock. I can demonstrate."
"Not yet. I think perhaps I do not wish to be the subject for this demonstration. If you will do me a favor, please go over to the panel by the bar. Press just there and talk into the hidden mic; tell them you want Miranda Natchez. In the mean time, I must confess I am disappointed in the presentation of these 'toys'. They appear to be dirty. Surely no one has been playing ...
"No, that's virtually impossible. "
"Oh, things happen. I can understand the temptation ..."
"But ..."
"You call Ms. Natchez. I'll see to these."
Clare had snapped the box closed and was halfway across the room. Casey caught a glimpse of a magnificent restroom/boudoir. In a second he was alone. He addressed the panel and Melissa's voice answered as though she was in the room.
"Please send in Miranda Natchez."
"Miranda? Are you sure? She is not even on the team." Melissa sounded a bit disappointed.
"That's who she asked for."
"O.K., fine. I hope Miranda hasn't left the building."
"Thanks."
Casey found a comfortable seat by the window and waited, a little tense. So far, the "experiment" had gone well, but he knew it could go south in a heartbeat. He allowed himself to enjoy the kaleidoscope of humanity outside the windows; traffic on the distant bridges, helicopters flying over the river and the mosaic of windows on the other skyscrapers. After a time he became aware of distant voice, as though someone was singing. Was Miranda at the door? But no, the sound came from the boudoir. A last extended cry echoed, followed by silence. A gentle tapping at the outer door.
Casey rose and went to open it. Outside stood a sturdy young woman in a maroon business suit. She had an Aztec nose and deep dark eyes under generous brows. Thick black hair was pulled into a somewhat severe bun pinned at the back of her neck. Casey ushered Miranda into the suite. Clare reappeared with the inlaid box and a fluffy lavender robe over one arm.
"Ms. Natchez," she smiled. "I have a little assignment for you. We are testing new products for the Clare's intimates. These go a bit beyond the lingerie line. I will need your frank and unbiased opinion of one or more of these ..."
Miranda's eyes widened.
"Ai, si bonita."
"Please choose one."
"But they are ...?"
"Yes."
"Ai de mi."
"Please."
Miranda's fingers danced delicately across the wands. Casey saw Clare's brow knit as they hovered for a moment over the black one, but then moved on. Miranda touched the ruby wand and then at a twisted green one resembling a gnarled branch.
"They are so pretty. I like this and also this."
"Pick it up and press the end."
Miranda took the green one and found the soft spot. As soon as the humming began she shook her head.
"Try another."
The ruby wand purred almost inaudibly. For a moment Miranda stood and absorbed the vibrations with both her hands.
"Turn it off, please."
"Excuse me?"
"Turn it off." Clare's voice was quiet but forbidding.
Miranda smiled.
"I think this a very good thing. I believe women will like this very much. May I go now?"
"Oh, by no means. Please disrobe."
"Excuse me?"
"Take off your clothes."
"Here?"
"Right here."
"Now?"
"Right now."
"But..."
"Do you like your job?"
"Yes, Cl ... Ms. Dupree."
"Strip."
Miranda reluctantly began unbuttoning her suit coat. Clare lightly tapped her foot with impatience but seemed to enjoy the shy striptease. Soon Miranda stood in lacy uplift bra and panties in a tight boyish style that badly covered her generous ass.
"All of it."
"Please."
"I have a robe."
The lingerie joined the pile of other clothes and Miranda stood amply in café leche skin, high round breasts crowned with purple aureolas and very long nipples; a bell-shaped ass that jiggled with every step and a thick, curling bush that rose to a treasure trail pointing to the wide hollow of her navel. Clare offered the robe and the ripe body was eclipsed.
"Where shall we do the test?"
There were several comfortable chairs in the room and a low couch in white leather. Casey suggested a magnificent leather chair. It was more than a chair.
"We don't want to bias the experiment with the effects this chair might add; however, the chair can provide music that will coordinate with the wand.
"The chair it is, then."
They escorted Miranda to the magic chair but did not activate its massage features.
"Miranda," Casey said, "Choose your favorite romantic music. Speak the title or the singer's name clearly."
Miranda spoke the name of a popular Colombian singer of salsa tunes and romantic ballads. The tune she chose began to play in the hidden speakers on the chair.
"Now Miranda, you know what you can do with this 'toy?'"
"Oh yes."
"Well this one has some special features. It is designed to know when you need the vibration to be stronger or softer, but you can also control it by squeezing or stroking it, either with your hands, or your mouth and tongue, or ..."
"I know."
"Also, you can feel a little hollow near the tip. If you place this over your nipple, or your ..."
"I think I know ... OH, yes, I know."
Casey and Clare drew up chairs near Miranda's feet, out of the immediate line of her vision. At first, Miranda tried to stroke herself discreetly within the folds of the plush robe. But soon she lost all inhibition, the robe falling open to reveal nipples already swollen hard and below, in the rich curly foliage, thick purple lips hiding shocking pink edged crevice already open and weeping. After her initial shyness Casey expected Miranda to need plenty of time to warm to the situation. But within minutes her thick hair was loose upon the cushions. She filled her mouth with the wand and sucked it gently.
She then applied the secret hollow to one swollen purple nipple. Soon she was lost in the sensation and Casey could see small shocks clench her ample belly. Glancing over at Clare Casey was surprised to see her making notes on her Blackberry and murmuring into it.
Miranda's bushy mound was now rising eagerly in rhythm to the sensation as she let the wand tickle the smooth skin around it. When the wand finally touched her swollen clit she let out a little yelp. Clare's eyes widened as the wand recognized the curves of its user. Solid glass stretched and shrank and disappeared between the swollen purple lips. It almost seemed to crawl out of her hand, a cock with its own mind. Miranda was lost, eyes rolling back as the thing, almost alive, squirmed into her tender places. Soon they were slick with her own juice. Her knees splayed out and her mouth gaped wide. Thick thighs began to shake and quiver, going into hard spasms lifting her hips high, buttocks clenched tight.
She lost control as the orgasm hit like a shot.
"Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh GOD, please, please! NOW!!"
The pale honey flowed out around her hand.
Aftershocks shook her again and again.
Casey knew there would be a spot on his trousers when he stood up. Clare seemed cool as a cucumber, but Casey noticed that her nostrils were edge in white. As Miranda fell into a doze Clare turned to him.
"I'd like to try a little experiment. You have said the wand is suited to the person. But what if another, a lover, say, applies a different wand? Do you see what I am driving at?"
"Of course, I see. That wand would carry the "current" of the other, as it were. Will you do the honors?"
"Well, perhaps ..."
Clare took the black vibrator and turned it on. A fierce expression appeared as she approached the drowsing Miranda. The black wand touched the side of Miranda's neck and her eyes popped open. Clare teased Miranda's lips with the thick knob, pushing it inside, filling Miranda's mouth, causing her to gag as it slid deep into her throat.
Soon she was sucking it so hungrily that streams of spit oozed out around it and ran down her chin. Her cheeks were deeply hollowed. She gurgled.
"It can be filled with a warm flavored syrup so that at the height of her ecstacy it actually ..."
"squirts." Clare smiled and made a note.
Casey tried to drop a hand in front of his trousers to cover his erection. Clare noticed.
"Dr. Darden, will you please offer Miranda a real cock to suck on. This is proving nothing."
Casey hesitated.
"I insist. Stand here where I am. Let's see what you've got."
Casey was caught between embarrassment and lust. He moved into position and unzipped.
"Good. That will do fine. And I have it on excellent authority that Miranda is quite talented at this."
"Please drop your trousers, Dr, Darden. I would like to observe the whole package. There. Thank you."
Casey felt quite foolish, but in a moment he didn't care. Miranda was hoovering his rod with amazing expertise. Meanwhile, Clare had plunged her black dildo into the swollen cunt. Casey watched, intoxicated as Miranda's thick labia actually clenched around the toy in imitation of what she was doing with her mouth. Casey began to lose it in a big way. Roars were coming from his throat. His balls were aching and tight to his body. Something in the back of his mind said he should hold off for his major client but it was too late. As Clare purposefully drove the dildo hard and fast, Miranda's moans joined Casey's roar. Thick ropes of semen poured into her open mouth and she swallowed again and again.
Casey must have actually passed out for a moment. When he came to his senses Miranda was gone and he was stretched out in the "magic" leather chair. Clare sat opposite him sipping her champagne. His pants were missing.
"Champagne?"
"Thank you, I'm very dry."
"I can imagine. Not refillable like those fancy dildo's, more's the pity."
Casey was determined to remain cool. Clare handed him the champagne flute.
"Bottom's up. Oh, and thank you. That was a very satisfactory demonstration. And now, if you are ready, I have asked Melissa to join us. I would like the two of you to demonstrate this."
With her manicured finger she pointed over her shoulder at the spiderlike contraption in the middle of the room.
Casey raised an eyebrow.
"Perhaps I could replace my trousers."
"Oh no, that would be foolish under the circumstances. Ah, here's Melissa. But before you begin the demonstration please do me the favor of choosing one of these."
She held out another inlaid box that contained more glass wands. These were slightly slimmer but just as elegantly made. Casey frowned.
"You want me ..."
"Yes please. I think you will need it."
Melissa had arrived at his side and smiled with a kitten's grin as he touched the toys. Curiously, some felt 'wrong' and others generated a tightening in his groin. He wanted to take the slim blue aquatic themed one but Clare shook her head. She nodded at a thick gold wand.
"I would figure that that is your weapon."
She was right. It seemed to fit his hand perfectly and he felt a small surge of power as he turned it on.
Clare held out her hand.
"Thank you, I'll hold that for you now. Please begin the demonstration. We don't have all night. Melissa?"
"You want me to ..."
"Of course."
"I need to change to the vinyl suit."
"Perhaps not. Let's play it by ear."
Melissa was wearing an elegant outfit with a tailored jacket, a ruffled blouse and a straight skirt with just a bit of a slit in it.
"But ..."
"If anything is damaged you know I will replace it with something better. Please. Dr. Darden?"
Feeling quite foolish Casey led Melissa to the device. He helped her remove the jacket. He noticed she was breathing a bit heavily but trying to disguise it. This excited him, causing his sore organ to puff up a bit.
He decided to ignore it. He used a calming voice.
"OK. Stand right here. Face away from the device. Legs shoulder width apart. Raise your arms. Good. Hold that pose."
Casey turned to the device and spoke to Clare.
"We have not been able to conceive of a better name for this than The Rack. It sounds a bit sinister, calling up those uncomfortable machines used in the Inquisition to stretch bodies into uncomfortable positions for the sake of torture."
He moved the arms of the Rack behind Melissa.
"Put your heel here please, Melissa. Lay your wrist here. But this Rack is ergonomically designed to allow the user to be most comfortable in almost any position. Melissa, this goes behind your head, but this can cup your chin if your weight is the other way. The same is true of knees, buttocks, hips and so on. The entire device is made of woven and bonded nanofiber and it is anchored so that any position of the body can be achieved with virtually no effort."
Casey gave a little tug and Melissa gasped. She was now on her back about six feet in the air.
"The motion can be controlled by the person using the device or by another."
Clare smiled.
"Can it be locked?"
"Excuse me?"
"Can the ... restraints that hold the subject to the Rack be locked so that the subject cannot ..."
Casey brought Melissa back to the standing position.
"The device can be locked in this position by a voice command. Both partners must speak the command. Do you wish to see it activated?"
"Not at present. Please demonstrate how you would use the Rack."
"The Rack is pre-programmed with a full slate of positions drawn from the Kama Sutra. So all I need to do is utter the voice command 'Kama Sutra seven'..."
The Rack gave a gentle purr and Melissa was positioned on her back with her legs together and pointed straight at the ceiling.
"...or Kama Sutra twenty-one, popularly known as cowgirl ..."
Melissa, in mid air hung in a kneeling position, legs spread, skirt hiked up around her hips.
"... or of course Kama Sutra one, missionary ..."
Clare was becoming a bit impatient.
"Yes, I see, and the partner ..."
"Can roam freely around the subject, lie on this custom bench that adjusts ..."
Casey sat on the bench and brought Melissa down onto his lap facing him.
"One partner need never worry about the other's weight."
He bounced Melissa playfully on his lap.
"And the double device?"
Clare pointed. There was a second Rack attached to the first, carefully folded.
"Of course it is best used by experts who..."
"Yes, but I would like to see it demonstrated."
"We hadn't planned ..."
"You hadn't planned ..."
"It's your company."
"Yes it is. Please."
Casey opened the second Rack and stood before it. He managed to strap himself into the device.
"I would like to see a demonstration of the locking mechanism."
"Is this really ...?
"Please. The passwords."
"Selfish and Witch."
"Clever. Are you ready?"
"Selfish"
"Witch."
Casey felt the restraints tighten just a bit.
"And for Melissa's"
"Angry and Bitch"
"Of course. Angry."
Melissa hesitated.
"Angry."
Nothing
"Do you like your job? Good. Angry?"
"Bitch."
"And now, what would show the range of this thing? Kama Sutra six? Kama Sutra twenty-seven? Kama Sutra thirty-eight?"
As Clare spoke Casey and Melissa were spun into each new position. For a few moments it was amusing but then lost its luster. Then Clare's eyes lit up and a sly smile appeared.
"Hmm, how about Kama Sutra sixty-nine?"
A disembodied voice came from nowhere.
"A or B?"
"Let's try Kama Sutra 69A."
The Rack maneuvered so that Casey was on his back with his face opposite Melissa's crotch.
"No, no. I have a better idea. Kama Sutra 69B."
The position was reversed with Melissa below him. His cock was position neatly against her lips while he studied the bunched fabric of her skirt.
"There is no reason this game need be restricted only to two. Let's see..."
Clare stepped in and easily tilted both of them so that Melissa's legs were in the air and Casey hovered almost standing. Neither could use their hands. Clare tugged Melissa skirt around her waist revealing a skimpy thong. With surprisingly strong hands Clare snapped the cord that crept between Melissa's buttocks revealing a shaved pudendum except for a curly red runway strip. She pushed the lovely, tapering legs far apart. Then she moved Casey's mouth so his lips barely brushed Melissa's clit.
"Mm, perfect. Lick, please."
Casey complied. Goosebumps appeared on Melissa's mons.
"Please continue. Your best technique. I must know if you can overcome what is probably an uncomfortable position for Ms. Brand."
Casey applied himself and soon little grunts and gasps were coming from below him. Casey was hoping that Melissa was one of those women for whom the rush of blood to the head was a turn on. Meanwhile, Clare had tilted his hips so that his balls felt the hot breath coming from Melissa's nostrils.
"Suck on his balls, please. That's right. They have already done serious work today. Please, do what you're told. That's a good girl. No? I insist. Melissa. Oh, if I must."
Clare stepped away and returned with a small riding crop. It was designed to match the favorite one of Spanish leather she always carried when training her Lippizaners. She applied a couple of swift strokes to Melissa's behind and the insides of her spread thighs. Melissa's cunt surged against Casey's mouth.
"Suck!"
"Please Clare."
"Do as you're told. Suck slut!"
Another swift switch and Melissa was sucking with enthusiasm. Clare positioned Melissa's right hand.
"Jerk him."
"Dr. Darden, stick your tongue inside. Deep. She likes that. Don't you, you angry little bitch."
Casey was getting nice and hard again and he wanted Melissa's hot mouth around his shaft but Clare made Melissa tickle his balls with her tongue.
"Yesss, that's good." Clare's voice was husky. "Lick farther back. That's right. Open up that little pucker. Yesss, do to him what he is doing to you."
Casey felt Melissa's firm tongue point squirm against his asshole.
"Here, let me help."
Clare tilted the Rack so that Casey's ass lifted and his cheeks spread wide. His cock dropped into Melissa's mouth and she took it eagerly. She was more delicate than Miranda had been but in her position she was able to take him deep into her throat. Then Casey heard what he knew he had known was coming, a mild, hypnotic buzzing. A finger pushed a bit of ointment against his asshole and it began to warm.
"Remember this one, Dr. Darden, just a bit of balm to relax those tight muscles."
Something smooth and buzzing was pushing against the pucker of his ass. A jolt made his cock rock hard. The head swelled causing Melissa to gag and gasp for air.
"Take it again!"
There was a "crack!" and Melissa's cunt pushed hard against his mouth, her lips swallowed his cock and the golden wand dove deep into his ass. It didn't take much. As from a distance he felt himself let loose. Vibrations made him helpless to resist squeezing every bit of juice deep down Melissa's throat. His lips clamped on her clit as her belly popped again and again. He wanted to clasp her to him but he could only gasp and stare as her legs tensed and shook. She was screaming, but it wasn't with anger or fear or pain.
A touch from Clare returned them to a position lying on the floor side by side gasping for breath. She stood above them sipping her champagne.
"Excellent. Excellent demonstration. Are we ready for this next product? What is this great hobby horse? Beautiful wood sculpture but perhaps a bit silly?"
Clare handed Casey his pants.
"Why don't you go clean up a bit? I'll call Ellie. Isn't she the product manager for this kiddie toy? Melissa, please send her here. Then you may go."
Melissa rose as though drugged but did her best to regain her poise. Before he left Casey whispered simple instructions in her ear. Casey went off to the boudoir where he had a very welcome shower. He wished dearly that Melissa was taking it with him.
When he returned, Clare was sitting with a really tiny young woman with frizzy blond hair. They were both smoking, which surprised Casey and he said so.
"Oh these aren't tobacco. They are actually one of the demonstration products, didn't you know? But of course not, how could you? We can't market these, yet, in the States, though my people are working on it. They provide a cocktail of very mild stimulants unique to women's physiology. So, how do you feel, Ms. Gardener?"
"Much more relaxed, kind of warm, especially .. places, and sort of ... hungry.
"Doctor Darden, will you take this small tablet?"
"Could we, perhaps ask one of the other male staff members. I am a bit sore, and..."
"Perfect, under the circumstances. The pill please."
Casey knew his duty and popped the pill. Within seconds he was rock hard. Clare smiled.
"That is impressive. No waiting for the effects to kick in. Doctor, please lie down on the padded bench. Ms. Gardner, you say you have never had an orgasm, even by yourself."
"No, Ms. Dupree. I try and try and nothing happens. I've lost boyfriends. They call me the popsicle."
"Mmm, yes. You're perfect. Now please drop your underwear and go mount Dr. Darden."
"That sounds so dry and unromantic. I mean, he's cute and all, but ..."
"Humor me, Ms. Gardner. It's research."
"Oh, of course. I'll try and, and ..., I'll try."
Perky and cute, she stood beside Casey. He heard the soft sound of the panties falling on the floor.
"Do I face, like, toward his face, or like, the other way?"
"It's your choice, Ms. Gardner."
"Hmm. I guess I'll face him. His feet aren't so interesting. OK, here goes."
She swung a leg over Casey and hovered above his hips.
"Is there a problem, Miss Gardner? Are you not lubricated?"
Ellie reached a shy hand under her skirt.
"No. Yes, I'm just, fine, actually ... It's just ..."
"What?"
"We haven't really been introduced, really."
Casey smiled up at her.
"Hi. I'm Casey."
"Hi, I'm Ellie."
"Hi, Ellie. Are you ready?"
"Sort of. OK. Here goes nothing."
Casey put his hand on her hips and she gave a little shiver.
"Oh."
She lowered herself halfway down his cock.
"Oh!"
She settled on his hips.
OH!!!
She came hard, not a genteel shudder or even a soft, deep moan. Her toes curled. Her legs shook. Her hips rocked back and forth as her mons ground into Casey's pubes. Her belly flexed. Her nipples puckered. Her breath shuddered in heavy pants. Her hands clutched Casey's hips and pulled them tight against her. Her mouth stretched wide and she positively howled. She gushed. Then she collapsed on Casey's chest.
Clare was taking notes on her Blackberry®.
"Very effective but perhaps the dose is a bit strong. Still..."
Clare picked up Ellie's 'cigarette' and brought it to her.
"Miss Gardner, please take a small puff of this."
Ellie was slowly coming out of her post orgasm daze. Casey was surprised that his cock was still poker hard though at the moment he had little urge to come. Ellie lifted her head and puffed from the 'cigarette' in Clare's slim finger. Casey felt her body stiffen.
"Oh no. Oh, yes!!"
Within seconds she was grinding energetically, expertly pushing his cock against her G-spot. Seconds later she came again, gushing over his legs. Clare waited a few moments and insisted on the 'cigarette' again, this time with Ellie facing Casey's feet. Her third orgasm was as huge as her first.
Casey wanted to object as the "experiment" went on and on. Clare had Ellie take seven more positions: now Casey was on top, now sitting facing her, now behind, legs in the air, legs tight together. Every time Ellie went into full freaking orgasm. Finally Melissa stepped in and suggested that the product had proved effective. Ellie was reduced to a limp doll as Melissa led her to one of the large sofas where she fell into deep slumber. But even in her dreams she continued to come.
Clare talked into her Blackberry®.
"Product very effective but must be evaluated for dosage. Sample may be too strong. Consider time release for more appropriate use. May not be as effective on ...more mature clients. Erection pill very effective."
This last was true and Casey was more than grateful when Melissa brought him the 'antidote', which immediately shrank his sore organ.
Clare smiled at him like a cat who has swallowed a canary.
"Well, this has been a useful demonstration. Unfortunately for you, you have 'shot your bolt.' No stories to go back and tell your buddies about sexually conquering the Iron Queen, or whatever they call me now. Melissa, you can tell everyone they have kept their jobs, for the nonce. Shall we call it a night?"
"If you wish. We did have one other item should you desire to test it."
"Perhaps so."
"You are ready to continue?"
"More than ready."
Melissa took the lead, giving Casey a barely perceptible wink behind Clare's back.
"Our last product is very special; perhaps too special for the general public. It was designed to your tastes and personal interests, so there is some question as to how we might tailor it for a wider audience."
Clare gave her pussycat smile.
"Let me be the judge of that. You know that my people would ride tricycles through hell if I told them it was 'the thing', though I admit, sometimes my tastes may be a bit in advance of the general public."
Melissa handed Clare an elegant clothing box.
"That is what I imagined. So, if you are willing to play the part... we sincerely need your expert opinion. These are your riding pinks and there is your steed."
Melissa indicated the great sculpted horse.
"Although we know that you enjoy riding in all weathers and terrains it is not always possible, for instance, in the middle of an icy winter. So our imagineers have crafted this 'animal' to provide the closest experience we could devise to that of riding, in this case, a real fox hunt. The screens there surround you and the helmet's visor provides a true three dimensional experience."
A tiny frown appeared in Clare's carefully smooth brow.
"All this hi-tech foolishness really doesn't interest me."
Melissa smiled.
"I understand. Perhaps this is not the right thing for you..."
"Nonsense, I'm willing to give it a try. Will you help me change?"
"Surely, if you like ..."
Casey relaxed as the women retired to the boudoir. It seemed that it took quite a while for them to return. There was a bit of color in Clare's cheeks.
"The boots are a bit of a tight fit, and these jodhpurs could be a second skin. What we you thinking? I couldn't possibly appear in public in these."
It was true. Casey could see that the pants molded Clare's well toned ass, disappearing deep into its crack and her mons revealed every hair of her careful brazilian. Melissa gave her a bit of a pat.
"But Clare, these are not meant to be seen in public. They are just for you and whoever you choose to show them to. Are they comfortable?
"Strangely, really quite, although sometimes ... oh yes, I tried those funny cigarettes. Really no effect on me. Shall we?"
"Mount up."
Clare stepped into the decorative stirrup and swung into the saddle. Melissa handed her the helmet while Casey activated the screen. A blurry image of a great open meadow seen from a hilltop appeared. Clare suddenly seemed surrounded by other figures on horseback led by the master of the hunt, a majestic African man in skin-tight riding pants and a loose ruffled shirt that fluttered over his naked chest. He lifted a small golden horn to his lips. Dogs surged down the hill in pursuit of a genuine fox.
Clare's 'horse' was moving this way and that, mimicking the real thing so well that she needed all her skill to keep her seat. It lurched forward and soon she was moving as though at a full gallop. Walls appeared to be leaped and streams to be jumped. As the ride continued she seemed to lose herself, calling out to the horse, even whipping it with her crop. But every so often she cast a glance over at Casey and Melissa. Her breathing, which was fast with effort, slowed, deepened. Across a long meadow the master of the hunt rode directly in front of her. His shirt had disappeared and his broad back was covered with sweat. Clare's hips began to move in a new motion and the 'horse' rose to meet them. The African appeared to melt into the horse, so that Clare was riding a great centaur that turned and embraced her all a full gallop.
Clare began to plead:
"Please. Please, I need... Please. Please fill me. Oh, I need you to fill me. Oh, you great beast, fill me up."
Casey looked at Melissa.
"No, Doctor, you have done your best today. And I have a little surprise for Clare. I apologize for not telling you. Those pants she is wearing? They have a 'magic' fabric that can stretch and stiffen in certain ways. She could control it from the horse, but she doesn't know that. I have another control here."
Melissa turned a small knob on an elegant, wood-trimmed remote. Clare gave a little shout.
"She has been penetrated. Now I can start it pulsing in and out with this..."
Clare's eyes rolled up in her head and she started howling like one of the hounds. Melissa gave a little grin.
"A certain source gave us Clare's exact 'inner dimensions', shall we say, so that I can adjust this to fill her completely, and then some."
Melissa fiddled with the dials.
"Hooooo ly shiiiiit!"
Clare's eyes were up in her head as her body convulsed again and again. Melissa discreetly took out a digital camera and snapped Clare with her mouth open in a hungry scream; Clare ripping her blouse open so she could squeezed her nipples; Clare clutching at her clit with both hands.
"That was insurance, in case she decides to fire me or someone I particularly like. And now a little payback, although she is sure to like it more than you did."
Melissa turned a second dial on the console. She didn't do it gently. Then she stabbed the pulse button.
"The anal probe."
"OH MY GOD!!!!!!!"
For a few moments Clare's body danced like a puppet, her face red with ecstacy. It was good that the suite was solidly soundproofed or else her yowls would have been heard in Provincetown. With a last loud shout she collapsed on the 'horse's' silky mane.
Casey and Melissa lifted her gently down and carried her to the chaise in her boudoir. She was deep, deep asleep.
As Melissa closed the door she took Casey's hand.
"Congratulations, dear doctor. I think that was an excellent demonstration, don't you? Let me tell the staff their jobs are safe. I'll have Miranda make up your check and royalty contract. And now, perhaps you would crack open another bottle of the Chateau Memmie? There is also some lovely beluga and paté in the fridge. And then, perhaps, if you have the energy ... well, I've always wanted to try number 48."
A receptionist, dressed fashionably, ushered Dr. Casey Darden discreetly into a private elevator that rose only to the penthouse office suite. Casey was meeting Clare's assistant Melissa for a quick briefing before they made their "presentation' to Clare herself. He had never met the remarkable Clare. Her reputation for being hard as nails under velvet intimidated everyone on the 'project.'
This had been the most difficult client situation that Casey had faced so far (with the possible exception of facing off with the devil himself.) Melissa Brand had first contacted him many weeks ago. Even though it was supposed to be on the QT there were many staff members involved. Most of them thought they were testing a new product line, and in fact, they very well might be, if the presentation was effective.
Casey might have wished that Melissa were his client. Melissa was easily five ten, with an athletic body that was model slim face to face; but as soon as she turned sideways a remarkable perky ass asked to be patted. From the way Melissa scanned him from mousse to wingtips in a cool and relaxed manner he was convinced she needed no therapy.
"Follow me," she murmured and moved gracefully down a corridor lit by invisible light and decorated by floral abstracts that seemed to glow in their niches. She ushered him into a conference room whose one wall was the city itself, gleaming evening lights all the way to the Boston harbor islands. The "development team", all dressed conservatively, were seated at a table formed from a single irregular slab of magnificently grained wood.
Arrayed behind them in an alcove were a number of curious objects on shelves, platforms and a velvet-covered table.
"Doctor Darden has asked me to be the lead this evening on the products we have chosen and to aid in the presentation to Clare. While I recognize that each of you has spent serious effort in researching, choosing, even developing these products, we will trust Dr. Darden, and of course Clare to make the choices as to which reach the market with the Clare Intimates label. You all are aware that this product is a departure and a risk.
"Of course we hope these new items will complement the line of intimate lingerie and sensual oils that may be used in erotic encounters. But heretofore we have not sought to provide products specifically for 'bedroom recreation'. Please be prepared to give strong reasons why you believe in the product you have chosen."
Worried murmurs flowed around the table. Melissa had started pacing and Casey noticed a fine line of moisture above her well-carved upper lip. Everyone knew that Melissa had exclusive access to Clare. Rumors flew that they were lovers, but no one had ever seen so much as a touch that suggested such a relationship.
Melissa led Casey off to the side.
"As is our custom we introduce new concepts to Clare in response to her own leadings. Some of these ...some of her suggestions may be ... oblique, no more than a hint, or a direction suggested by a hue, a tune, an animal, a city, an island. When we manage to decipher these innuendoes and provide substantial possibilities Clare will endorse them wholeheartedly and make them part of her own life, not to mention endorsing impressive investment and development. If we misjudge her mood we will all be fired and she will do her best to besmirch your reputation. Let us just say no one in this room has ever misinterpreted a Clare suggestion. But most here have only been with the organization a few months... Do you understand?
Casey nodded. Melissa did not seem eager to seek his opinion.
"One more critical factor. Clare does not allow CLARE'S WORLD to sell any product she would not use herself.
"Supporting this product we envision an exclusive club, Clare's Club that will provide concierges to offer consultation for women wishing to explore ...."
An almost imperceptible belltone chimed and everyone in the room sat up straighter and applied polite smiles to their mouths. A panel hushed open revealing the glints of expensive furnishing and objets d'art. The woman who glided across the room wore a perfect mole-grey tailored suit of her own design.
No one moved. Casey, rebelliously remained relaxed, casual.
Clare barely glanced at him as she moved to the exhibition area, calmly strolling among the objects. There was quite a range; elegant glass cylinders, small mechanical devices and an impressive carved hobby-horse. And then there was the mechanical 'spider' in the center of the room. Occasionally she drew a perfectly manicured forefinger along an object; cocked her head as something puzzled her; shook her head almost imperceptibly; let a tiny smile raise the corner of her lip. She stopped, grey eyes on her staff at the table.
"Thank you everyone. You may go."
A small disappointed murmur arose from the assembly.
"Please have your resignations on Ms. Brand's desk before you leave the building."
A raised palm quelled any further sound. The crew filed out. Melissa lingered.
"Melissa? You too may go."
Again the elegant raised hand. Melissa headed for the exit.
"Oh Melissa, please prepare your resignation also. But don't leave the building. I think I will need you."
Casey kept his breath low and relaxed. Clare turned to the windows and looked out at the city.
"You are thinking I have fired them all like the imperious bitch I am reputed to be."
Casey said nothing and felt himself gain a point.
"Actually, they expect this. It is routine. If the presentation goes well most of them will remain employed and receive not only a bonus, but a percentage of the sales from the new line."
Casey looked her directly in the eyes as she turned. It pleased him to notice she wasn't used to this.
"Of course, if this goes badly we start fresh. There are so many who would die to work under me."
Casey still had nothing to say.
"And so, it is in your hands, Mr. gigolo doctor, or perhaps we should say I am in your hands. Have you ever had a tiger by the tail, Dr. Darden? May I offer you a drink?"
"Will you join me?"
"That is the question, isn't it?"
She waved her hand at a panel of blonde wood and it opened to reveal an elegant bar. An ice bucket rose from its depths with a champagne bottle in it. Clare plucked two champagne flutes from their rack.
"Would you do the honors?"
Casey took the bottle and dried it on a crisp linen towel. In one motion he removed the cork without spilling a whiff of foam and poured them each a glass. The wine was tinted the pale chartreuse Clare was famous for applying to furniture, fabrics and dinnerware. Clare raised her glass.
"From my own vineyards outside of Saint-Memmie, and therefore a true Champagne. Normally, I never mix alcohol with business decisions. However, this is somewhat different. Since I would almost invariably sip some champagne before intimate activity, this is a staging of the proper circumstances. A handsome gentleman is also important."
She ran her eyes down to the creases in his pants and raised them to his face.
"Though not always essential."
"Correct."
"May I propose a toast, then, to a successful joint venture?"
"If it amuses you to call it that."
"It does."
"So be it. To our joint venture."
They drank. Casey was moved to comment on the wine.
"I like this. It is neither sweet nor tart. An excellent blend."
He deliberately let his eyes explore her body.
"It should be at three thousand dollars a bottle. Will you have some more?"
"Perhaps later. For now a certain clarity of mind should aid me in presenting the materials."
"You will make this presentation yourself?"
"Oh yes.
"Surely you did not assume I would be your partner? Or do you have your own professional 'surrogates' expert in the 'art of love', should we say?
Casey allowed himself a slight smile.
"Melissa has agreed to aid me in some of the demonstration. She assured me she knows your tastes well. However, for the time being I thought you might like to examine certain products yourself. Perhaps you would like to begin with the jewels of our collection."
Casey was pleased to see a discreet wrinkle find it's way between the carefully tonsured brows of his host. He turned and took a magnificent wood and ivory inlaid case from the side table. As he opened it for Clare a subtle glow rose from beneath a row of elegant glass cylinders and shell-like objects.
"Please, help yourself."
Clare ran her finger across the objects and withdrew one of ruby glass wound with what appeared to be tiny snakes. One end swelled into a sensuous bulb. She replaced it and picked up another that seemed to be a crescent of glass holding the tangled strands of exotic seaweeds and studded with rippling shells. A third was gleaming black, but sparkles of purple and green danced deep in its core.
"Well, Dr. Darden, they are certainly beautiful. I'll give you that. But I have seen similar, if more ordinary glass dildos marketed. Are these in any way remarkable?
Casey smiled.
"Would you like to ... test any, or all of them to properly discover their properties?"
Clare shook her head.
"I think not. Please describe."
"All right. First, they are not merely dildos, but rather special vibrators. If you look closely you will see that embedded in the base is a solar cell. When left in a bright window or under full spectrum light they charge quickly and hold power for two hours. Now, if you will find a small soft spot on one end ... yes, there. Press that. You should feel a rather unique vibration. Yes?"
"Yes."
One of Clare's eyebrows was raised in curiosity.
"The wand is embedded with biorhythm electrodes that sense the users preference. In addition, we say that 'the wand chooses the woman'. Some clients may to get to know several before finding a perfect match. I would guess that you have found your wand, though you could try another. They also have a receiver that can pick up music from a special iPod ® dock. I can demonstrate."
"Not yet. I think perhaps I do not wish to be the subject for this demonstration. If you will do me a favor, please go over to the panel by the bar. Press just there and talk into the hidden mic; tell them you want Miranda Natchez. In the mean time, I must confess I am disappointed in the presentation of these 'toys'. They appear to be dirty. Surely no one has been playing ...
"No, that's virtually impossible. "
"Oh, things happen. I can understand the temptation ..."
"But ..."
"You call Ms. Natchez. I'll see to these."
Clare had snapped the box closed and was halfway across the room. Casey caught a glimpse of a magnificent restroom/boudoir. In a second he was alone. He addressed the panel and Melissa's voice answered as though she was in the room.
"Please send in Miranda Natchez."
"Miranda? Are you sure? She is not even on the team." Melissa sounded a bit disappointed.
"That's who she asked for."
"O.K., fine. I hope Miranda hasn't left the building."
"Thanks."
Casey found a comfortable seat by the window and waited, a little tense. So far, the "experiment" had gone well, but he knew it could go south in a heartbeat. He allowed himself to enjoy the kaleidoscope of humanity outside the windows; traffic on the distant bridges, helicopters flying over the river and the mosaic of windows on the other skyscrapers. After a time he became aware of distant voice, as though someone was singing. Was Miranda at the door? But no, the sound came from the boudoir. A last extended cry echoed, followed by silence. A gentle tapping at the outer door.
Casey rose and went to open it. Outside stood a sturdy young woman in a maroon business suit. She had an Aztec nose and deep dark eyes under generous brows. Thick black hair was pulled into a somewhat severe bun pinned at the back of her neck. Casey ushered Miranda into the suite. Clare reappeared with the inlaid box and a fluffy lavender robe over one arm.
"Ms. Natchez," she smiled. "I have a little assignment for you. We are testing new products for the Clare's intimates. These go a bit beyond the lingerie line. I will need your frank and unbiased opinion of one or more of these ..."
Miranda's eyes widened.
"Ai, si bonita."
"Please choose one."
"But they are ...?"
"Yes."
"Ai de mi."
"Please."
Miranda's fingers danced delicately across the wands. Casey saw Clare's brow knit as they hovered for a moment over the black one, but then moved on. Miranda touched the ruby wand and then at a twisted green one resembling a gnarled branch.
"They are so pretty. I like this and also this."
"Pick it up and press the end."
Miranda took the green one and found the soft spot. As soon as the humming began she shook her head.
"Try another."
The ruby wand purred almost inaudibly. For a moment Miranda stood and absorbed the vibrations with both her hands.
"Turn it off, please."
"Excuse me?"
"Turn it off." Clare's voice was quiet but forbidding.
Miranda smiled.
"I think this a very good thing. I believe women will like this very much. May I go now?"
"Oh, by no means. Please disrobe."
"Excuse me?"
"Take off your clothes."
"Here?"
"Right here."
"Now?"
"Right now."
"But..."
"Do you like your job?"
"Yes, Cl ... Ms. Dupree."
"Strip."
Miranda reluctantly began unbuttoning her suit coat. Clare lightly tapped her foot with impatience but seemed to enjoy the shy striptease. Soon Miranda stood in lacy uplift bra and panties in a tight boyish style that badly covered her generous ass.
"All of it."
"Please."
"I have a robe."
The lingerie joined the pile of other clothes and Miranda stood amply in café leche skin, high round breasts crowned with purple aureolas and very long nipples; a bell-shaped ass that jiggled with every step and a thick, curling bush that rose to a treasure trail pointing to the wide hollow of her navel. Clare offered the robe and the ripe body was eclipsed.
"Where shall we do the test?"
There were several comfortable chairs in the room and a low couch in white leather. Casey suggested a magnificent leather chair. It was more than a chair.
"We don't want to bias the experiment with the effects this chair might add; however, the chair can provide music that will coordinate with the wand.
"The chair it is, then."
They escorted Miranda to the magic chair but did not activate its massage features.
"Miranda," Casey said, "Choose your favorite romantic music. Speak the title or the singer's name clearly."
Miranda spoke the name of a popular Colombian singer of salsa tunes and romantic ballads. The tune she chose began to play in the hidden speakers on the chair.
"Now Miranda, you know what you can do with this 'toy?'"
"Oh yes."
"Well this one has some special features. It is designed to know when you need the vibration to be stronger or softer, but you can also control it by squeezing or stroking it, either with your hands, or your mouth and tongue, or ..."
"I know."
"Also, you can feel a little hollow near the tip. If you place this over your nipple, or your ..."
"I think I know ... OH, yes, I know."
Casey and Clare drew up chairs near Miranda's feet, out of the immediate line of her vision. At first, Miranda tried to stroke herself discreetly within the folds of the plush robe. But soon she lost all inhibition, the robe falling open to reveal nipples already swollen hard and below, in the rich curly foliage, thick purple lips hiding shocking pink edged crevice already open and weeping. After her initial shyness Casey expected Miranda to need plenty of time to warm to the situation. But within minutes her thick hair was loose upon the cushions. She filled her mouth with the wand and sucked it gently.
She then applied the secret hollow to one swollen purple nipple. Soon she was lost in the sensation and Casey could see small shocks clench her ample belly. Glancing over at Clare Casey was surprised to see her making notes on her Blackberry and murmuring into it.
Miranda's bushy mound was now rising eagerly in rhythm to the sensation as she let the wand tickle the smooth skin around it. When the wand finally touched her swollen clit she let out a little yelp. Clare's eyes widened as the wand recognized the curves of its user. Solid glass stretched and shrank and disappeared between the swollen purple lips. It almost seemed to crawl out of her hand, a cock with its own mind. Miranda was lost, eyes rolling back as the thing, almost alive, squirmed into her tender places. Soon they were slick with her own juice. Her knees splayed out and her mouth gaped wide. Thick thighs began to shake and quiver, going into hard spasms lifting her hips high, buttocks clenched tight.
She lost control as the orgasm hit like a shot.
"Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh GOD, please, please! NOW!!"
The pale honey flowed out around her hand.
Aftershocks shook her again and again.
Casey knew there would be a spot on his trousers when he stood up. Clare seemed cool as a cucumber, but Casey noticed that her nostrils were edge in white. As Miranda fell into a doze Clare turned to him.
"I'd like to try a little experiment. You have said the wand is suited to the person. But what if another, a lover, say, applies a different wand? Do you see what I am driving at?"
"Of course, I see. That wand would carry the "current" of the other, as it were. Will you do the honors?"
"Well, perhaps ..."
Clare took the black vibrator and turned it on. A fierce expression appeared as she approached the drowsing Miranda. The black wand touched the side of Miranda's neck and her eyes popped open. Clare teased Miranda's lips with the thick knob, pushing it inside, filling Miranda's mouth, causing her to gag as it slid deep into her throat.
Soon she was sucking it so hungrily that streams of spit oozed out around it and ran down her chin. Her cheeks were deeply hollowed. She gurgled.
"It can be filled with a warm flavored syrup so that at the height of her ecstacy it actually ..."
"squirts." Clare smiled and made a note.
Casey tried to drop a hand in front of his trousers to cover his erection. Clare noticed.
"Dr. Darden, will you please offer Miranda a real cock to suck on. This is proving nothing."
Casey hesitated.
"I insist. Stand here where I am. Let's see what you've got."
Casey was caught between embarrassment and lust. He moved into position and unzipped.
"Good. That will do fine. And I have it on excellent authority that Miranda is quite talented at this."
"Please drop your trousers, Dr, Darden. I would like to observe the whole package. There. Thank you."
Casey felt quite foolish, but in a moment he didn't care. Miranda was hoovering his rod with amazing expertise. Meanwhile, Clare had plunged her black dildo into the swollen cunt. Casey watched, intoxicated as Miranda's thick labia actually clenched around the toy in imitation of what she was doing with her mouth. Casey began to lose it in a big way. Roars were coming from his throat. His balls were aching and tight to his body. Something in the back of his mind said he should hold off for his major client but it was too late. As Clare purposefully drove the dildo hard and fast, Miranda's moans joined Casey's roar. Thick ropes of semen poured into her open mouth and she swallowed again and again.
Casey must have actually passed out for a moment. When he came to his senses Miranda was gone and he was stretched out in the "magic" leather chair. Clare sat opposite him sipping her champagne. His pants were missing.
"Champagne?"
"Thank you, I'm very dry."
"I can imagine. Not refillable like those fancy dildo's, more's the pity."
Casey was determined to remain cool. Clare handed him the champagne flute.
"Bottom's up. Oh, and thank you. That was a very satisfactory demonstration. And now, if you are ready, I have asked Melissa to join us. I would like the two of you to demonstrate this."
With her manicured finger she pointed over her shoulder at the spiderlike contraption in the middle of the room.
Casey raised an eyebrow.
"Perhaps I could replace my trousers."
"Oh no, that would be foolish under the circumstances. Ah, here's Melissa. But before you begin the demonstration please do me the favor of choosing one of these."
She held out another inlaid box that contained more glass wands. These were slightly slimmer but just as elegantly made. Casey frowned.
"You want me ..."
"Yes please. I think you will need it."
Melissa had arrived at his side and smiled with a kitten's grin as he touched the toys. Curiously, some felt 'wrong' and others generated a tightening in his groin. He wanted to take the slim blue aquatic themed one but Clare shook her head. She nodded at a thick gold wand.
"I would figure that that is your weapon."
She was right. It seemed to fit his hand perfectly and he felt a small surge of power as he turned it on.
Clare held out her hand.
"Thank you, I'll hold that for you now. Please begin the demonstration. We don't have all night. Melissa?"
"You want me to ..."
"Of course."
"I need to change to the vinyl suit."
"Perhaps not. Let's play it by ear."
Melissa was wearing an elegant outfit with a tailored jacket, a ruffled blouse and a straight skirt with just a bit of a slit in it.
"But ..."
"If anything is damaged you know I will replace it with something better. Please. Dr. Darden?"
Feeling quite foolish Casey led Melissa to the device. He helped her remove the jacket. He noticed she was breathing a bit heavily but trying to disguise it. This excited him, causing his sore organ to puff up a bit.
He decided to ignore it. He used a calming voice.
"OK. Stand right here. Face away from the device. Legs shoulder width apart. Raise your arms. Good. Hold that pose."
Casey turned to the device and spoke to Clare.
"We have not been able to conceive of a better name for this than The Rack. It sounds a bit sinister, calling up those uncomfortable machines used in the Inquisition to stretch bodies into uncomfortable positions for the sake of torture."
He moved the arms of the Rack behind Melissa.
"Put your heel here please, Melissa. Lay your wrist here. But this Rack is ergonomically designed to allow the user to be most comfortable in almost any position. Melissa, this goes behind your head, but this can cup your chin if your weight is the other way. The same is true of knees, buttocks, hips and so on. The entire device is made of woven and bonded nanofiber and it is anchored so that any position of the body can be achieved with virtually no effort."
Casey gave a little tug and Melissa gasped. She was now on her back about six feet in the air.
"The motion can be controlled by the person using the device or by another."
Clare smiled.
"Can it be locked?"
"Excuse me?"
"Can the ... restraints that hold the subject to the Rack be locked so that the subject cannot ..."
Casey brought Melissa back to the standing position.
"The device can be locked in this position by a voice command. Both partners must speak the command. Do you wish to see it activated?"
"Not at present. Please demonstrate how you would use the Rack."
"The Rack is pre-programmed with a full slate of positions drawn from the Kama Sutra. So all I need to do is utter the voice command 'Kama Sutra seven'..."
The Rack gave a gentle purr and Melissa was positioned on her back with her legs together and pointed straight at the ceiling.
"...or Kama Sutra twenty-one, popularly known as cowgirl ..."
Melissa, in mid air hung in a kneeling position, legs spread, skirt hiked up around her hips.
"... or of course Kama Sutra one, missionary ..."
Clare was becoming a bit impatient.
"Yes, I see, and the partner ..."
"Can roam freely around the subject, lie on this custom bench that adjusts ..."
Casey sat on the bench and brought Melissa down onto his lap facing him.
"One partner need never worry about the other's weight."
He bounced Melissa playfully on his lap.
"And the double device?"
Clare pointed. There was a second Rack attached to the first, carefully folded.
"Of course it is best used by experts who..."
"Yes, but I would like to see it demonstrated."
"We hadn't planned ..."
"You hadn't planned ..."
"It's your company."
"Yes it is. Please."
Casey opened the second Rack and stood before it. He managed to strap himself into the device.
"I would like to see a demonstration of the locking mechanism."
"Is this really ...?
"Please. The passwords."
"Selfish and Witch."
"Clever. Are you ready?"
"Selfish"
"Witch."
Casey felt the restraints tighten just a bit.
"And for Melissa's"
"Angry and Bitch"
"Of course. Angry."
Melissa hesitated.
"Angry."
Nothing
"Do you like your job? Good. Angry?"
"Bitch."
"And now, what would show the range of this thing? Kama Sutra six? Kama Sutra twenty-seven? Kama Sutra thirty-eight?"
As Clare spoke Casey and Melissa were spun into each new position. For a few moments it was amusing but then lost its luster. Then Clare's eyes lit up and a sly smile appeared.
"Hmm, how about Kama Sutra sixty-nine?"
A disembodied voice came from nowhere.
"A or B?"
"Let's try Kama Sutra 69A."
The Rack maneuvered so that Casey was on his back with his face opposite Melissa's crotch.
"No, no. I have a better idea. Kama Sutra 69B."
The position was reversed with Melissa below him. His cock was position neatly against her lips while he studied the bunched fabric of her skirt.
"There is no reason this game need be restricted only to two. Let's see..."
Clare stepped in and easily tilted both of them so that Melissa's legs were in the air and Casey hovered almost standing. Neither could use their hands. Clare tugged Melissa skirt around her waist revealing a skimpy thong. With surprisingly strong hands Clare snapped the cord that crept between Melissa's buttocks revealing a shaved pudendum except for a curly red runway strip. She pushed the lovely, tapering legs far apart. Then she moved Casey's mouth so his lips barely brushed Melissa's clit.
"Mm, perfect. Lick, please."
Casey complied. Goosebumps appeared on Melissa's mons.
"Please continue. Your best technique. I must know if you can overcome what is probably an uncomfortable position for Ms. Brand."
Casey applied himself and soon little grunts and gasps were coming from below him. Casey was hoping that Melissa was one of those women for whom the rush of blood to the head was a turn on. Meanwhile, Clare had tilted his hips so that his balls felt the hot breath coming from Melissa's nostrils.
"Suck on his balls, please. That's right. They have already done serious work today. Please, do what you're told. That's a good girl. No? I insist. Melissa. Oh, if I must."
Clare stepped away and returned with a small riding crop. It was designed to match the favorite one of Spanish leather she always carried when training her Lippizaners. She applied a couple of swift strokes to Melissa's behind and the insides of her spread thighs. Melissa's cunt surged against Casey's mouth.
"Suck!"
"Please Clare."
"Do as you're told. Suck slut!"
Another swift switch and Melissa was sucking with enthusiasm. Clare positioned Melissa's right hand.
"Jerk him."
"Dr. Darden, stick your tongue inside. Deep. She likes that. Don't you, you angry little bitch."
Casey was getting nice and hard again and he wanted Melissa's hot mouth around his shaft but Clare made Melissa tickle his balls with her tongue.
"Yesss, that's good." Clare's voice was husky. "Lick farther back. That's right. Open up that little pucker. Yesss, do to him what he is doing to you."
Casey felt Melissa's firm tongue point squirm against his asshole.
"Here, let me help."
Clare tilted the Rack so that Casey's ass lifted and his cheeks spread wide. His cock dropped into Melissa's mouth and she took it eagerly. She was more delicate than Miranda had been but in her position she was able to take him deep into her throat. Then Casey heard what he knew he had known was coming, a mild, hypnotic buzzing. A finger pushed a bit of ointment against his asshole and it began to warm.
"Remember this one, Dr. Darden, just a bit of balm to relax those tight muscles."
Something smooth and buzzing was pushing against the pucker of his ass. A jolt made his cock rock hard. The head swelled causing Melissa to gag and gasp for air.
"Take it again!"
There was a "crack!" and Melissa's cunt pushed hard against his mouth, her lips swallowed his cock and the golden wand dove deep into his ass. It didn't take much. As from a distance he felt himself let loose. Vibrations made him helpless to resist squeezing every bit of juice deep down Melissa's throat. His lips clamped on her clit as her belly popped again and again. He wanted to clasp her to him but he could only gasp and stare as her legs tensed and shook. She was screaming, but it wasn't with anger or fear or pain.
A touch from Clare returned them to a position lying on the floor side by side gasping for breath. She stood above them sipping her champagne.
"Excellent. Excellent demonstration. Are we ready for this next product? What is this great hobby horse? Beautiful wood sculpture but perhaps a bit silly?"
Clare handed Casey his pants.
"Why don't you go clean up a bit? I'll call Ellie. Isn't she the product manager for this kiddie toy? Melissa, please send her here. Then you may go."
Melissa rose as though drugged but did her best to regain her poise. Before he left Casey whispered simple instructions in her ear. Casey went off to the boudoir where he had a very welcome shower. He wished dearly that Melissa was taking it with him.
When he returned, Clare was sitting with a really tiny young woman with frizzy blond hair. They were both smoking, which surprised Casey and he said so.
"Oh these aren't tobacco. They are actually one of the demonstration products, didn't you know? But of course not, how could you? We can't market these, yet, in the States, though my people are working on it. They provide a cocktail of very mild stimulants unique to women's physiology. So, how do you feel, Ms. Gardener?"
"Much more relaxed, kind of warm, especially .. places, and sort of ... hungry.
"Doctor Darden, will you take this small tablet?"
"Could we, perhaps ask one of the other male staff members. I am a bit sore, and..."
"Perfect, under the circumstances. The pill please."
Casey knew his duty and popped the pill. Within seconds he was rock hard. Clare smiled.
"That is impressive. No waiting for the effects to kick in. Doctor, please lie down on the padded bench. Ms. Gardner, you say you have never had an orgasm, even by yourself."
"No, Ms. Dupree. I try and try and nothing happens. I've lost boyfriends. They call me the popsicle."
"Mmm, yes. You're perfect. Now please drop your underwear and go mount Dr. Darden."
"That sounds so dry and unromantic. I mean, he's cute and all, but ..."
"Humor me, Ms. Gardner. It's research."
"Oh, of course. I'll try and, and ..., I'll try."
Perky and cute, she stood beside Casey. He heard the soft sound of the panties falling on the floor.
"Do I face, like, toward his face, or like, the other way?"
"It's your choice, Ms. Gardner."
"Hmm. I guess I'll face him. His feet aren't so interesting. OK, here goes."
She swung a leg over Casey and hovered above his hips.
"Is there a problem, Miss Gardner? Are you not lubricated?"
Ellie reached a shy hand under her skirt.
"No. Yes, I'm just, fine, actually ... It's just ..."
"What?"
"We haven't really been introduced, really."
Casey smiled up at her.
"Hi. I'm Casey."
"Hi, I'm Ellie."
"Hi, Ellie. Are you ready?"
"Sort of. OK. Here goes nothing."
Casey put his hand on her hips and she gave a little shiver.
"Oh."
She lowered herself halfway down his cock.
"Oh!"
She settled on his hips.
OH!!!
She came hard, not a genteel shudder or even a soft, deep moan. Her toes curled. Her legs shook. Her hips rocked back and forth as her mons ground into Casey's pubes. Her belly flexed. Her nipples puckered. Her breath shuddered in heavy pants. Her hands clutched Casey's hips and pulled them tight against her. Her mouth stretched wide and she positively howled. She gushed. Then she collapsed on Casey's chest.
Clare was taking notes on her Blackberry®.
"Very effective but perhaps the dose is a bit strong. Still..."
Clare picked up Ellie's 'cigarette' and brought it to her.
"Miss Gardner, please take a small puff of this."
Ellie was slowly coming out of her post orgasm daze. Casey was surprised that his cock was still poker hard though at the moment he had little urge to come. Ellie lifted her head and puffed from the 'cigarette' in Clare's slim finger. Casey felt her body stiffen.
"Oh no. Oh, yes!!"
Within seconds she was grinding energetically, expertly pushing his cock against her G-spot. Seconds later she came again, gushing over his legs. Clare waited a few moments and insisted on the 'cigarette' again, this time with Ellie facing Casey's feet. Her third orgasm was as huge as her first.
Casey wanted to object as the "experiment" went on and on. Clare had Ellie take seven more positions: now Casey was on top, now sitting facing her, now behind, legs in the air, legs tight together. Every time Ellie went into full freaking orgasm. Finally Melissa stepped in and suggested that the product had proved effective. Ellie was reduced to a limp doll as Melissa led her to one of the large sofas where she fell into deep slumber. But even in her dreams she continued to come.
Clare talked into her Blackberry®.
"Product very effective but must be evaluated for dosage. Sample may be too strong. Consider time release for more appropriate use. May not be as effective on ...more mature clients. Erection pill very effective."
This last was true and Casey was more than grateful when Melissa brought him the 'antidote', which immediately shrank his sore organ.
Clare smiled at him like a cat who has swallowed a canary.
"Well, this has been a useful demonstration. Unfortunately for you, you have 'shot your bolt.' No stories to go back and tell your buddies about sexually conquering the Iron Queen, or whatever they call me now. Melissa, you can tell everyone they have kept their jobs, for the nonce. Shall we call it a night?"
"If you wish. We did have one other item should you desire to test it."
"Perhaps so."
"You are ready to continue?"
"More than ready."
Melissa took the lead, giving Casey a barely perceptible wink behind Clare's back.
"Our last product is very special; perhaps too special for the general public. It was designed to your tastes and personal interests, so there is some question as to how we might tailor it for a wider audience."
Clare gave her pussycat smile.
"Let me be the judge of that. You know that my people would ride tricycles through hell if I told them it was 'the thing', though I admit, sometimes my tastes may be a bit in advance of the general public."
Melissa handed Clare an elegant clothing box.
"That is what I imagined. So, if you are willing to play the part... we sincerely need your expert opinion. These are your riding pinks and there is your steed."
Melissa indicated the great sculpted horse.
"Although we know that you enjoy riding in all weathers and terrains it is not always possible, for instance, in the middle of an icy winter. So our imagineers have crafted this 'animal' to provide the closest experience we could devise to that of riding, in this case, a real fox hunt. The screens there surround you and the helmet's visor provides a true three dimensional experience."
A tiny frown appeared in Clare's carefully smooth brow.
"All this hi-tech foolishness really doesn't interest me."
Melissa smiled.
"I understand. Perhaps this is not the right thing for you..."
"Nonsense, I'm willing to give it a try. Will you help me change?"
"Surely, if you like ..."
Casey relaxed as the women retired to the boudoir. It seemed that it took quite a while for them to return. There was a bit of color in Clare's cheeks.
"The boots are a bit of a tight fit, and these jodhpurs could be a second skin. What we you thinking? I couldn't possibly appear in public in these."
It was true. Casey could see that the pants molded Clare's well toned ass, disappearing deep into its crack and her mons revealed every hair of her careful brazilian. Melissa gave her a bit of a pat.
"But Clare, these are not meant to be seen in public. They are just for you and whoever you choose to show them to. Are they comfortable?
"Strangely, really quite, although sometimes ... oh yes, I tried those funny cigarettes. Really no effect on me. Shall we?"
"Mount up."
Clare stepped into the decorative stirrup and swung into the saddle. Melissa handed her the helmet while Casey activated the screen. A blurry image of a great open meadow seen from a hilltop appeared. Clare suddenly seemed surrounded by other figures on horseback led by the master of the hunt, a majestic African man in skin-tight riding pants and a loose ruffled shirt that fluttered over his naked chest. He lifted a small golden horn to his lips. Dogs surged down the hill in pursuit of a genuine fox.
Clare's 'horse' was moving this way and that, mimicking the real thing so well that she needed all her skill to keep her seat. It lurched forward and soon she was moving as though at a full gallop. Walls appeared to be leaped and streams to be jumped. As the ride continued she seemed to lose herself, calling out to the horse, even whipping it with her crop. But every so often she cast a glance over at Casey and Melissa. Her breathing, which was fast with effort, slowed, deepened. Across a long meadow the master of the hunt rode directly in front of her. His shirt had disappeared and his broad back was covered with sweat. Clare's hips began to move in a new motion and the 'horse' rose to meet them. The African appeared to melt into the horse, so that Clare was riding a great centaur that turned and embraced her all a full gallop.
Clare began to plead:
"Please. Please, I need... Please. Please fill me. Oh, I need you to fill me. Oh, you great beast, fill me up."
Casey looked at Melissa.
"No, Doctor, you have done your best today. And I have a little surprise for Clare. I apologize for not telling you. Those pants she is wearing? They have a 'magic' fabric that can stretch and stiffen in certain ways. She could control it from the horse, but she doesn't know that. I have another control here."
Melissa turned a small knob on an elegant, wood-trimmed remote. Clare gave a little shout.
"She has been penetrated. Now I can start it pulsing in and out with this..."
Clare's eyes rolled up in her head and she started howling like one of the hounds. Melissa gave a little grin.
"A certain source gave us Clare's exact 'inner dimensions', shall we say, so that I can adjust this to fill her completely, and then some."
Melissa fiddled with the dials.
"Hooooo ly shiiiiit!"
Clare's eyes were up in her head as her body convulsed again and again. Melissa discreetly took out a digital camera and snapped Clare with her mouth open in a hungry scream; Clare ripping her blouse open so she could squeezed her nipples; Clare clutching at her clit with both hands.
"That was insurance, in case she decides to fire me or someone I particularly like. And now a little payback, although she is sure to like it more than you did."
Melissa turned a second dial on the console. She didn't do it gently. Then she stabbed the pulse button.
"The anal probe."
"OH MY GOD!!!!!!!"
For a few moments Clare's body danced like a puppet, her face red with ecstacy. It was good that the suite was solidly soundproofed or else her yowls would have been heard in Provincetown. With a last loud shout she collapsed on the 'horse's' silky mane.
Casey and Melissa lifted her gently down and carried her to the chaise in her boudoir. She was deep, deep asleep.
As Melissa closed the door she took Casey's hand.
"Congratulations, dear doctor. I think that was an excellent demonstration, don't you? Let me tell the staff their jobs are safe. I'll have Miranda make up your check and royalty contract. And now, perhaps you would crack open another bottle of the Chateau Memmie? There is also some lovely beluga and paté in the fridge. And then, perhaps, if you have the energy ... well, I've always wanted to try number 48."