Chapter One

The story begins...

“What’s it about, Louise?”

“You’ll see. Trust me, Winnie; you’ll be as intrigued as with Sunny.”

She brings this up to entice, my initial contact with the orally gifted Sunny was indeed as a result of Louse’s recommendation... to Sunny. And she likes to tease, knowing that my hyperactive scientific mind cannot process vagueness. It frustrates... and Louise knows how to frustrate.

“Over coffee?” I suggest.

“I recommend a place where she can be exhibited.”

It’s a code, the phrase meaning a location where I can have her stripped naked. More tantalizing intrigue.

Well, I only take girls to my place after some vetting, to assure such are into the scene and indeed won’t change their minds, calling the authorities in some rash afterthought. I am comfortable with Louise. I am sure this girl is somewhat vetted by her. But I fish for more than what Louise cares to offer.

“How do you know this girl... this Sandra?”

“She experienced the ignominy of being tossed out of Spankers... conduct unbecoming a pervert,” Louise offered with a laugh.

Spankers is one of the many BDSM clubs Louise regularly frequents. To be tossed is unusual, not much is forbidden, as one can imagine.

“Tossed out? For what?”

“It seems that to be bestowed with her gift of oral satiation there is a price to be paid. You know the rules...”

Yes, I do. No professionals. It’s a social club for consenting adults, although visitors of my ilk hope not too consenting. I hate it when the bondage is deemed superfluous.

“How did she get in?”

“Offered a free one to the randiest guy she could find at the club’s entrance. His membership is suspended, of course.”

“So you are suggesting I meet with a pro? Come on, Louise, you know that’s not my style.”

“Not a pro, just desperate for money. And I think you can help her... and it will scratch that itch.”

More code for the gratification attained in bringing young feminine flesh under my complete control... which is the issue in dealing with professionals. When the encounter is based on pecuniary interests, who really controls?

“I don’t want anyone I have not before met at my apartment. So where can I have her exhibited?”

“She is unaware of your thing... our thing. I recommended you as a professional who can help her. So I suggest meeting in your laboratory. You said yourself it’s lonely there working at night.”

A rather stunning suggestion. Yes, I spend many late hours when clinical trials end and there is a deluge of data which needs immediate evaluation. Quiet is best... and in the late hours the lab becomes a bat cave, empty of all until dawn. But I insist on a professional atmosphere and shepherding a girl known for her skills as a fellatrix is dicey. Yet Louise’s t