Georgetta: The Bet
by The Dolphin (MF rom slow)
Part 1: Friday Night
Chapter 3: Scenes from a Trashy Romance Novel
Donna walked out of the hotel room, slamming the door
in disgust. She had just caught her lover, Jeremy, in
bed with her best friend and almost maid-of-honor, of
all people. True, it had been her almost-maid-of-honor
in her almost-marriage to David, and that was last
year before the wedding had been called off and then she
had started seeing Jeremy, but still...the irony of
it all astounded her.
She walked down the hallway of the hotel, her heels
loudly clicking against the polished wooden floors
of the hotel. This was her favorite Philadelphia hotel,
the Ritz Carlton, and she loved the incredible luxury
and opulence of the hotel. Usually, she loved it,
she thought. Now her blood was racing and her
thoughts were running wildly through her head.
She punched the button to the elevator and stood there,
staring back up the corridor at the hotel room where
Jeremy and Lauren were, probably picking out the ice
cubes from the bed sheets. Donna giggled as she
remembered their reactions. She had walked into the
room, having learned from Jeremy's secretary that he
had made plans to spend the night at the hotel. She
had bribed the turndown maid to let her into his room,
and had snuck through the living room of his suite,
intending to surprise him in the bedroom.
However, when she opened the door to the room, she
had found them there, Jeremy's head and shoulders
buried between Lauren's legs. Lauren had just let
out a long moan when she opened her eyes to see
Donna staring there. Furious, Donna strode to the
dresser and grabbed the ice bucket sitting there.
She turned and flung the contents on the entwined couple,
soaking the two of them and the bed with the ice water
and cubes. The bottle hit Jeremy in the ass.
"You son-of-a-bitch!" she had screamed at Jeremy.
"And you, you back-stabbing little slut!" she had
screamed at Lauren. "You two deserve each other",
she had screamed at them, as they shrieked back at
her from the cold ice water. She had then turned and
stormed out of the room.
The elevator doors opened and she got in. She saw
the door to the hotel suite open and Jeremy come
stumbling out as the doors to the elevator shut.
She pushed the button for the Parking Garage Level 3
and leaned back in against the walls of the car.
Although she was trying to fight it, she felt the
first tears come as the car made its way from the
top floor of the hotel down to the lower level parking
garage.
The doors opened and she ran out from the car. She
was openly crying now and certainly didn't want to
be seen in this condition. As she rounded the corner
of the garage to where she had parked her Beamer, she
fumbled in her purse, pulling out the keys and finding
the key fob. She peered at the remote opener through
her watery eyes and pushed the "Unlock" button.
Her Beamer beeped once and flashed its lights, opening
the doors for her.
As she approached the car she heard the steps behind
her. A large body came up from behind, grabbing her
around the waist and clamping a hand over her mouth.
She was lifted off her feet and moved to the back of
her car. The hand on her waist moved and grabbed her
wrist, finding the remote opener and pushed a button,
popping the trunk open. She tried to scream and
twist against her assailant, but was shoved brutally into
the trunk and closeted inside it when the unknown
attacker slammed it shut on her.
She heard the front door open and then moments later
the engine roared to life. She was flung about in
the trunk as the Beamer was backed out of the parking
spot and pulled away up the parking garage ramps.
She hit her head on something and blacked out.
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Georgetta paused in her reading to take another sip of wine. She loved
trashy novels, and she especially loved the scene where Donna dumped ice
water all over the two lovers. The twist there at the end with her getting
grabbed was interesting though. "Is Chris going to abduct me tonight" she
wondered to herself. "He better not try to shove me in a trunk!" she
thought with a hesitant smile.
Georgetta set the wineglass down, readjusted her skirt, which kept insisting
on riding up, and resumed reading.
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Donna opened her eyes and stared into darkness.
She blinked several times, but still could not
see anything. Then she realized she was blindfolded.
Worse, they, whoever they were, had gagged her as
well. Her mouth tasted funny. She tried to spit
it out but found she couldn't. It took her a
few minutes to regain her thoughts and assess
what was going on. She felt like she was
laying on her back, that much she could figure out.
Something soft, most likely a bed.
She tried to move her arms but realized that they
were fastened above her head. Same with her legs.
She could feel they were tied to something else
as well. She was basically tied spread-eagled
on a bed, blindfolded and gagged. She also felt
a little cold, but could still feel her bra straps
across her chest and the waistband of her panties.
So she wasn't naked, but certainly not fully clothed
either. "This is not good," she thought to herself,
not for the first time.
She tugged with each arm, and then tried to move
her legs, but to no avail. She was tied tight
and not going anywhere until someone decided to let
her go.
She heard the door open and footsteps approach the bed.
She turned her head towards the sound, but still could
not see anything - the blindfold cut off all of her
sight. Then she felt fingers on the side of her face.
She turned away, and then realized that they were
caressing her face, and not hurting her. She felt
the hand work slowly and softly down her cheek and ear,
to her neck, caressing and touching the sides of her neck
and under her chin. The one hand was joined by a second,
alternating between her earlobes, her neck, and her chin.
Despite herself, Donna thought it felt quite nice.
The hands stopped and she heard footsteps move away
from the bed. Then she heard the music begin. It
was a jazz song. For some reason it made her think
of her ex-fianc - he had always loved listening to
jazz and they had frequently made love to the sounds
of jazz on the stereo. Then she heard the steps
approaching her again, and then the wait and feeling
of someone sitting on the bed next to her. The hands
returned, stroking and caressing her face and neck,
occasionally moving to her upper chest. Then she
felt his hands on her gag, loosening it. He pulled
it from her mouth. Donna worked her tongue, lips,
and jaw, trying to moisten her dry mouth. Then a few
splashes of a liquid were dropped into her mouth.
She tasted it and realized it was water. A hand
reached behind her neck and lifted her head upwards,
and a glass was placed against her lips, allowing
her to drink. She took several swallows before the
glass was lifted away.
"Please let me g-" she started to say when her lips
were covered by his. In shock, she turned away from
the kiss, but he placed his hands on either side of
her face and turned her to him. He kissed her again,
although she didn't return the favor. But there was
something strangely familiar about his kiss...
Then his lips were on her neck, and nibbling softly
on the sides of her neck, up and down, and to that
little spot on the right side of her neck that was
just so sensitive, and then back to her lips.
This time, she kissed back, surprising herself.
His lips left hers, and returned to that sensitive
spot on her neck. They worked downwards, down her
upper chest and to the top of her straining breasts,
kissing and nuzzling between them. She felt his
hands reach behind her for the clasp of her brasserie,
and she realized she was lifting her back up slightly
off the mattress to help him!.
"There are only two men in this world that know how
sensitive that spot on my neck is," she thought to
herself as the mysterious stranger finished removing
her bra and started kissing her breasts. "One was
her now ex-lover Jeremy, who she had left in the hotel
room with that slut Lauren, the other her ex-fianc ,
David. But which one of the two of them was doing
this. It can't be Jeremy - he could never have gotten
down to the hotel parking garage in time to catch her
from behind. That meant it had to be...". Then she
felt that distinctive nibbling sensation on her left
breast and knew it to be -
"David! - David let me go you son-of-a-bitch! How dare
you do this to me!" she yelled at him. A chuckling
sound let her now she had guessed correctly. "Let me
out of these ropes you bastard!" she screamed at him,
trying to twist her body and breasts away from his kisses.
"Quiet, m'love" or I'll need to put the gag back in"
he said to her. "You just lay there and enjoy this
evening's attention." He moved his lips down from
her breasts, softly nibbling down her stomach and
caressing the space of skin just above her womanhood.
She felt him grasp the fabric of her panty with both
hands and then heard a ripping noise as he ripped
one side of the fabric. She felt him slide the remainder
of the garment down her left leg, and then gasped as
he pressed his lips and tongue against her most
sensitive spot.
Despite her cries to stop, that they had broken up,
that she didn't want him to do this, that he was a
bastard and had left her for another woman, David
continued his affections to her womanhood, and she
could feel her excitement rising inside her. Her
protestations died away as she was swept away in the
exotic feelings he produced within her. She struggled
weakly against the bonds holding her hands, and then
gave up, allowing him to take her. As the moment
came, she shook with ecstasy, and lay there, allowing
the emotions and feelings to sweep through her.
Then he was inside her. She felt his manhood penetrate
deep into her, and she found herself raising her hips
to take him, to feel him. They moved together, she
moving upwards, he driving into her, just like old times.
They quickly found their familiar rhythm, and moved
together as one. She heard his cries as he achieved
his release and shook within her before collapsing on
top of her.
After several minutes, he reached up and removed her
blindfold. She squinted in the light, realizing that
it was only from a few candles he had placed around
the bed. She looked around and recognized the decor
and furnishings of the Ritz Carlton! She had never
even left the hotel!
As she started to ask him to explain, he again dropped
his lips to her womanhood and began again, this time
slower and more languorously than the first time.
Hours and hours passed, it seemed to her, as she lay
there upon the bed. She could feel the sheets grow
wet beneath her, as David brought her to a second and
then third release. His hands roamed her body,
caressing her breasts, moving up and down her legs.
After the third release he slowly stopped and
lifted his body from hers.
She felt his hands on her legs, releasing the ties
from each foot. As she stretched and flexed each leg
he moved to her arms and released each one. He lay
down beside her and she rolled towards him,
enveloping his face with kisses. She moved herself
on top of him, and found him ready for her again.
This time she moved slowly atop him, feeling his
hardness within her. She watched his face and
eyes, trying to gauge his level of excitement,
slowing as she thought he neared release. Finally,
as her thighs began to burn, she quickened the pace
of their lovemaking, and felt him achieve his release.
She collapsed on top of him, holding him in place
inside her.
"You have a lot of explaining to do," she said to him.
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Georgetta turned the page in the novel and found a post-it note from Chris.
It said:
That's all for your reading enjoyment this evening. You can finish the book
another time. Now it's time to proceed to the next activity in this night's
entertainment plans. If you are still willing to participate, open the
envelope at the back of this book.
Chris
Georgetta thought for a few moments. She really wanted to see what happened
next in the story, find out whether Donna took David back or got back
together with Jeremy. She was also feeling very aroused. That last scene
had really turned her on, and she was more than a bit curious as to what
else Chris had planned for her.
She found the envelope stapled into the back of the book. Ripping it from
the book cover, she opened it to find a second envelope and a sheet of paper
with further instructions. The sheet read:
To Georgetta, Biker Slut and girl of my dreams,
I hope you have enjoyed your evening so far. I
have put a considerable amount of work into this
fantasy, and hope to allow you to experienced one
of the most incredible nights of your life. You
now need to decide if you want to follow through
where I am about to take you. You may have a
slight idea based on your attire and the last scene
in the novel. I assure you that you will not be
hurt, and that we will have a most incredible
night of lovemaking and pleasure.
If you agree, then you are first to clean-up the
wine glass and leave the novel on the counter
in the kitchen. Then take the remaining envelope
into the bedroom and get the second box from
inside the first carton I left for you. I will
soon be there, my darling, and promise to
make incredible love to you regardless of your
decision as to where this night goes. I can
only imagine how incredibly sexy and desirable
you look right now. I hope you are enjoying the
feel of the leather attire on your wonderful body.
Finally, if at any time this night is not going as
you would desire and want to stop the fantasy, you
are to say "Thunderbird". That will be our code
word to let me know that you want to stop and talk.
Otherwise, I will continue with my plans for the
evening and assume that I have your agreement.
For now, my love...
Chris
Continued in Chapter 4: Fit to Be Tied
