Hotsprings 2/6 (MF, FF, d/s, etc.) HOTSPRINGS Chapter 3 "Here's the software you asked for, Kathy. You really think it will make a difference?" Big Jake looked at the box he was holding for a second before handing it to Kat. He had come around the desk to hand it to her, ensuring that the combination of his height and her being seated would give him a good look down the top of her dress. Kat recognized this and smiled demurely up at him. "It will give us an easy way to track expenses by categories. We'll have a much better grip on where the money is going and where it is coming from. Yes, it will make a difference, Big Jake," Kat answered. Big Jake didn't look especially happy about that. Perhaps it was the cost of the software, perhaps it was something else. Kat decided she would redouble her efforts to sort out the mess that comprised the books of Hotsprings Campsite. "It will also save a lot of time, time which can then be spent on other things. Basically, you'll be saving the salary of one employee." "Anything else you need me for, just now?" Big Jake moved back around the desk, twirling his keys around his finger. "I strained my back a little and I think I'll take a dip in the pool then have a little rest before dinner" he explained. "No, thanks Big Jake. You've been a big help. I may have more questions later, but for now I have my work cut out for me." Kat was looking at the papers and books which covered the desk, yet was well aware of the long looks Big Jake was lavishing on her breasts. It was difficult not to smile. "Kat?" Stacy was at the door. "Yes, Stacy." "Here's the salad you wanted." Stacy squeezed past Big Jake, who made no effort to give her more room, and placed the salad on the desk. Kat dismissed her and she squeezed her way back out past Big Jake. He had moved fractionally to give her even less room on the way out, causing her breasts to lightly brush against his arm as she went past. Kat could see Stacy's jaw was tight. She would have to do something about this - soon. Big Jake would have to learn to back off where her people were concerned. She couldn't have distractions like this disrupting the subtle training which was going on. Her eyes were mild, however, as she looked up at Big Jake, whose glance had followed Stacy out of the room. "Well, I'd better get at it. I hope your back gets better fast, Big Jake." Big Jake was licking his lips as he turned his attention back to her and gave a wave. "Thanks, Kathy." He turned and left, giving Stacy a long look as he passed the counter on his way to the door. "Stacy." "Yes, Kat?" She had arrived at the door in seconds. She was learning. Kat looked up from the computer which wasn't cooperating with her at all. The damn program wouldn't function. She'd never had any problem with it before in other places "Where's Fred?" "He should be doing prep for the supper hour, Kat." Stacy was nervous. She didn't know why Kat elicited that response in her. All she knew was that she had to keep on her toes at all times. "Ask him to come here." "Yes, Kat." She turned to go. "And Stacy . . ." Stacy turned back. "Stacy, all this desk work has me a little stiff again. We'll close the office for a half hour when you bring Fred back." Stacy looked down and blushed. "Yes, Kat." Her voice was subdued. Stacy left to do Kat's bidding. It was a beautiful day outside, yet she didn't notice it. Her mind was on the previous night. Kat had returned, from where ever it was she had gone, complaining that she was stiff. Stacy had been in the process of winding down her day when Kat had come through the door. Again Stacy had noticed the almost regal bearing of the smaller woman. There was something about her which made you step back and take notice. She was a woman accustomed to giving orders. Stacy began reliving her memory. "Stacy. I have a stiff back. After you close the office come to my room. I need a backrub." There was no question in Kat's mind but that Stacy would obey. She didn't wait around for questions, she simply turned on her heel and left. Stacy's jaw was left hanging open. It was true that she owed Kat a favor, still, Kat could have asked. This ordering her about wasn't necessary. She considered bringing this up to Kat but the very idea caused her to quake inside. What if Kat became angry? How much worse would her position with Tom be if Kat left or withdrew her protection? It had been bad enough before. With no little trepidation Stacy knocked on Kat's door. "Enter." She had obeyed, hesitantly. "You are late." It was an accusation demanding an explanation. Kat's eyes had been hard and cold. "I'm sorry, Kat." She was shaking. "Some guests showed up just before I closed. I had to wait on them." It seemed to her that, although she had accepted the explanation, Kat was not thrilled with it. "I'm really sorry, Kat," she apologized again. "Enough." Kat made a quick motion with her hand, cutting Stacy off. "I'm stiff and a bit sore. A back rub would be very pleasing just now." "You know, Kat," Stacy wanted to be helpful, "soaking in the pool does wonders to relax you." The reply was so cold Stacy shivered. "If I wanted to soak in the pool, I'd be there now." Kat turned to let Stacy unzip the back of her dress - much to Stacy's dismay. "Well, unzip it. I'm not going to have you give me a back rub through the dress. I like the friction of skin on skin." Stacy unzipped the dress and Kat stepped out of it. She seemed to be waiting for something and, with some shock, Stacy realized Kat intended that she unhook her bra as well. With trembling hands Stacy unhooked the bra. Kat hung it carefully on the chair, and lay down. Her shoes and stockings had been removed previously. Only a pair of silken panties stood between Kat and total nudity. As Kat turned to lie down, Stacy got a good look at her breasts and her breath caught. They were wonderfully formed, with lovely brown nipples centered in light brown areolae. What had caused her breath to catch, however, was seeing that the nipples were erect, as if Kat were excited. She blushed. Fortunately Kat was turning to lie down and couldn't see. Stacy approached the bed and sat on the side of it. There was massage oil already sitting on the night table and she put a few drops in her palm and rubbed her hands together. Her hands were trembling as they reached out and touched Kat's back. She made a few tentative strokes and was rewarded by a small sigh from the woman below her. Some of her nervousness subsided and she began long strokes up and down Kat's back. Stacy knew she wasn't a great masseuse, although there had been few complaints from her previous boyfriend, and hoped that Kat would find her adequate to the task. Her position, due to the height of the bed, was not a good one for pressure strokes, but she did her best. As she developed a rhythm her nervousness disappeared. "Stacy." Her stomach fluttered. "Yes, Kat?" "You can get better pressure if you straddle my legs - sit on the back of my thighs." Stacy hesitated. "Now, Stacy." Thoughts went racing through her head. Should she run, leave the room? Should she obey? What were the consequences of each action? She desperately wished to run, instead she obeyed and climbed up on the bed. Her skirt ran up her thighs as she knelt over Kat. Kat had been correct. She did have much better position there and she put her weight to good use. Kat's quiet groans testified to that. However, the job she was doing didn't suit Kat's standards, for she began directing Stacy where and how to stroke. It was fortunate, Stacy thought, that she had quite an aptitude for learning. Kat didn't seem the patient type. The feel of Kat's skin under her hands had been a little exciting. Eliciting the moans from her even more so. Every time Kat gave any indication of enjoying the work Stacy was doing, Stacy felt her heart leap. If she were able to keep Kat happy, Kat would keep Tom away. At last Kat had dismissed her, not even thanking her. It had been hard work and she had been sweating by the end of it. She went to her room to take a shower. "Hi, Stacy, what's up?" Fred's voice brought her back to the present. "Kat would like to see you in the inner office as soon as you can manage it." "And she sent you to tell me?" Fred was a little indignant. "What's wrong with her, broken a leg? I have half a mind to get you to tell her to come herself if she wants to talk to me. Does she think I have nothing better to do?" Stacy became visibly agitated. "Please come, Fred. Don't send me back with that message. Please?" Fred relented. It wasn't Stacy with whom he was angry. "Okay, Stacy, I'll come along and see what it is Kat wants." Stacy looked pathetically grateful. "Is it worth it, Stacy?" She was confused. "Is what worth it?" "Your relationship with Kat. I don't like seeing you so worried about what she might think." He patted her on the shoulder kindly as she led him out the door. "She's protecting me, Fred. It feels so good to know that she cares about me, better to know that Tom will be leaving me alone." "That sort of protection carries a price-tag. Is it worth it?" "She's good to me," Stacy began defending Kat. "I'm not saying otherwise, Stacy. All I am asking is, is it worth the price?" "Yes." The word was spoken defiantly. "Then it's okay. I'd just hate to see you get hurt." Fred's voice was mild. "You're sweet, Fred, but I know what I'm doing." Stacy wondered if she did, but wasn't going to admit that. They walked into the office and Fred went to the inner office while Stacy returned to her desk. "Ah, Fred, do you know anything about computers?" Kat asked him. "I can't get this program up and working. I figured you would probably have some ideas." The woman had some cheek - calling him in on the off chance he knew about computers. If he didn't, then the whole trip was a waste of time. Who the hell did she think she was? He nodded to himself - of course. It's what she would do, being who she was. "I know a little. Let me take a look." Kat vacated her seat for him and he sat down. She sat on the edge of the desk and watched him carefully, as if she were studying him. Which she probably was, he thought, grimly. Ten minutes later he was finished. He stood and relinquished the chair. "You had an irq conflict and not enough memory. I resolved the conflict and loaded DOS and a few other things high. It should solve the problem." He turned to go. "You did that well, and quickly." Kat was thoughtful. "Why are you here?" "Because you asked me," he replied innocently, well aware that his answer wasn't to the question she had asked. "You asked me at a time when I was quite busy with my duties. I came. You owe me for that." He grinned to himself. "And what would you like to square the debt?" Kat asked him. She was fishing for information, he knew. "Oh, I'm sure I'll think of something," he said in an offhand manner and left her scowling behind him. Did she think he'd be that easy? Big Jake was walking down the boardwalk and he waved to him before returning to the kitchen. Big Jake walked into the office, looking much more relaxed. His hair was still wet and was combed straight back. "Well, Stacy, you're sure looking good today." He leered at her. "Thank you, Big Jake," Stacy blushed and looked down. "You ought to try one of those push-up bras - I think it'd look real good on you - maybe one of those half-cups." "Big Jake," Stacy began plaintively, "please." "Here." He tossed her something, but it fell short, landing on the floor. He stood waiting. "Go, on, pick it up, it's for you." He had purposely thrown it short so she would have to bend down to pick it up. Stacy looked around for help, but there was none forthcoming. Her face was red and she felt humiliated. She moved to pick up the souvenir pin, for that was what it was, she now saw. "MISTER Saunders." Stacy looked up to see Kat standing like an avenging angel. Her heart began to beat faster. "Mister Saunders. That is sexual harassment, and I cannot allow it to continue." Her eyes were bright with the prospect of battle. Stacy thrilled to her words and backed up out of the line of fire, so to speak. "Aw, come on, Kathy, it's all in fun." "From where I stand it doesn't look much like fun for Stacy. I don't think it's very funny either. It will stop Mr. Saunders. It will stop now." Kat was all aglow, Stacy thought. She was enjoying the confrontation, where Stacy would have been paralyzed. "Now look here, Kathy . . ." Big Jake was becoming angry, but Kat interrupted him before he could finish what he had begun. "No. You look, Mister Saunders. If it doesn't cease, I'm afraid there will be a sexual harassment suit. And you know how the courts are these days, concerning sexual harassment." Big Jake was red in the face and Stacy began to fear for Kat. She'd never seen him so angry before. Kat, however, didn't appear worried. "I hired you, young lady, and I can fire you . . ." Again he was interrupted. "I wonder what your potential investors would think about a wrongful dismissal suit *and* a sexual harassment suit coming about at the same time. Might make them reconsider, don't you think, Mister Saunders?" Big Jake seemed to run out of steam suddenly. Stacy looked back to Kat, who appeared much larger than life. She was relaxing slowly, knowing she had won. "It's not much I'm asking, Big Jake," she said soothingly. "All we are asking is for you to treat us with the respect that employees are due. We, of course, will continue to treat you with the respect that an employer is due. Think of it this way: it will improve moral here and more work will get done. Your staff will be happier and your customers can only benefit. When they benefit they will be happier and you will benefit, also. Is that too much to ask?" Kat was now the very voice of reason. "Guess, not," Big Jake huffed. He bent down and retrieved the pin. He walked over to Stacy and handed it to her. "I know you collect these, Stacy. I'm sorry," he apologized, "I never wanted you to feel harassed or anything." Stacy looked down at the pin. "Thank you, Big Jake, it really is nice." He turned and stomped out. As soon as he had disappeared from sight, Stacy turned to Kat. "You did it," the excitement was too much for her and she began jumping up and down. She ran over to Kat and hugged her. "You did it, you did it," she repeated. Kat allowed her the moment than disengaged from her. "We still have an appointment in my room, Stacy. Close the office." "Sure, Kat, sure. Let's go. I'll give you the best back rub you've ever had." At that moment Jennie walked in. "Hi, girls. I thought I'd give you a break. Go on out and enjoy this magnificent sunshine for a while. Come on back in ninety minutes." "Thank you." The two women said in unison. Stacy had expected this massage to follow the pattern of the last. It wasn't to be. After she had helped Kat out of her dress and bra, Kat turned and looked at her. Her stomach began its familiar churning. She looked Kat in the eyes as long as she could, but had to look down before Kat broke contact. "You must get quite hot when you give a massage." Kat waited until Stacy felt she had to answer. "I guess so, Kat." She wasn't sure she knew where this was heading, but she was fairly sure she wouldn't like it. "I don't want guesses from you. Do you or do you not find that you become hot?" "Yes. It is a hot job, Kat." She continued looking down. "Much better, Stacy." Stacy perked up a bit. "You must continue to give straight answers." She paused and Stacy's stomach resumed it churning. "Your skirt is quite abrasive and distracting and I don't like that. I think we'll both feel much better if you undress to the same level as I have." Stacy's eyes rounded and her jaw dropped. "Do you have a problem with that, Stacy." Stacy raised her eyes to meet Kat's gaze. The level stare from the cool green eyes unnerved her. She wished she were anywhere else but here. She owed Kat, yes, but how much? Yet if Kat abandoned her now, she'd have to face Big Jake alone and she knew she couldn't do that. After the scene downstairs he'd be after more than the odd look down her top, and now she knew she wouldn't be able to say no. She'd either have to give in or quit. She began to tremble. "No, I guess not." "Pardon." Again Kat sounded regal and imperious. "No, Kat, I don't have a problem with that." "With what, Stacy?" "I don't have a problem with taking off my clothes to give a massage, Kat." "Ah, much better. You don't have to, of course. Do you want to do this?" Stacy looked up relieved. The relief died quickly as she saw Kat's face. "Yes, Kat, I want to take off my clothes to give you a massage. It'll be much more comfortable for both of us." Stacy felt defeated. "Well, if you think so. Okay. Let's get started." Kat lay down on her back and watched as Stacy's trembling hands began to unbutton her blouse. The last button came undone and Stacy hesitated under Kat's unwavering gaze. Then she mustered up her courage and pulled the blouse from her skirt and shrugged it off. Kat continued to watch impassively. Her heart was pounding as she unclasped her skirt and let it fall to the floor. Why was she doing this? Because she had to. Not doing it, leaving Kat's protection, was unthinkable. Stacy bent over and removed her shoes and socks. There was something both degrading and liberating about being without her clothes and, as Kat had correctly stated, it was hot work. It would be more pleasant doing it in this state of undress. The massage oil, as before, was on the night table. Stacy moved toward it, then stopped as Kat held up her hand. "The same level, Stacy." Stacy's face burned. "But my bra won't even touch you, won't come near. Why would you want . . . ." "The same level, Stacy." The words were colder this time. Stacy gulped and unhooked her bra. There was a fraction of a second's hesitation before it slipped off exposing her breasts to the air. Kat was appraising her. Stacy knew what she was seeing. Her breasts were large, pear-like, with large pink areolae capped with pink nubbins which pointed slightly downwards. Her waist flared out into wide hips and down into nicely shaped legs. A nice hour-glass figure. She wished that her ass was a little less plump, but one has to live with what one gets - the thought of any sort of surgery, besides being too expensive, was too frightening to contemplate for long. She had always been slightly embarrassed about her looks - the boys had always given her those long leering looks. Kat, however, seemed to be suitably impressed. She nodded at Stacy and turned over to allow her to begin her work. Stacy began as Kat had instructed, with long light strokes to her back. She straddled Kat's legs, as before, feeling Kat's skin against her own in an unrestricted way which she had not before felt, and her stomach did a flip flop. Her pressure strokes began. Again, every time Kat moaned in delight, Stacy was proud that it was her strokes which were doing this. She bent her head down and continued work with a passion. "Stacy." "Yes, Kat?" Had she done something wrong? But, no, there was no tone of censure in Kat's tone. "You are free of Big Jake and Tom now. Do you realize what that means?" It had been so long since she had had such freedom that she didn't. She started thinking of how it would feel to simply go to work, go about her job and not feel pressured or put upon by her co-workers. Mel, she thought, had a thing for her, but was too embarrassed to mention it. Fred, on the other hand, was simply kind and she felt no pressure from him at all. Actually, Fred she wouldn't mind getting closer to. She was free! A sense of euphoria rose within her. What to do with her freedom, though? She just didn't know. She had never expected to reach this position, this position she had always dreamed of. Now that she had, there was no dream to carry her on. It would take time, she supposed, to accustom herself to her new freedom. Damn Big Jake, Tom and others like them who had kept her down for so long! Thank God Kat had come along and put them in their place. "Stacy?" Oh, no, she hadn't answered Kat's last question. "Yes, Kat?" Here it comes, she thought. "I'd like you to think of what you'd like to do. Think out loud. I'm interested in your thoughts." Kat was interested in what she had to say? Nobody had ever been that interested in what was in her head, only in what was in her bra and panties. "Gee, Kat. It's all been so sudden. I don't know what I want. Maybe just to bask in this sense of freedom. I feel really up, you know, really up. It's never been this way before. I guess I don't know what I want . . . Sorry. I don't really know what I want. It may take some time." "You'll have time, Stacy. Oh, that feels good, just a little harder." Stacy put a little more pressure into her strokes. "You know, it feels so good being up that I'm mad that they kept me down." "They?" "Tom, Big Jake, men. Sometimes I'd like to punish them all . . ." At these words Kat began to twist, to turn over. Stacy moved to give her room to turn, then relaxed back down on her thighs. Kat moved a pillow under her head and gazed up at Stacy. She was pondering something. Stacy wondered if she'd said something wrong. "Punish them?" Kat seemed intrigued. "Oh, it's just a thought." Stacy's face turned hard. "But sometimes I'd like to hurt them, the way they've hurt me, treating me like I wasn't really human, just something to use. When I think of how I used to feel when I went in to get something to eat," tears began forming, "just wanting to enjoy some food - " her voice cracked, "'cause he cooks so well, damn him - and have to take all those leers, the nasty double meanings in everything he said . . . . Why'd he do that to me, Kat, why?" The tears were coming freely now. Kat reached out to take Stacy's hands, to comfort her, but Stacy jerked them back. She didn't want to be comforted. Anger welled up, and she wiped away the tears. Her voice, when it came, was harsh. "I want to pay them, him, back, Kat. That's what I want. Revenge." She stopped speaking. "Revenge can be a costly undertaking, Stacy." Kat's voice was soft, but her eyes were bright. "It might be better to just enjoy the freedom you have." Kat seemed to be giving her an out, and Stacy loved her for it. "I'll pay the price, Kat." A light burst in her brain. "That's why you're here, isn't it? You're going to get him, aren't you? You're going to show him who's the boss, aren't you? I'll help, I'll do anything." She was excited now. "No, Stacy, not him." Disappointment crashed down about Stacy's shoulders. "Not *just* him. All of them, Stacy, all of them. Do you still want to help?" "Yes. Definitely." "It will mean doing whatever I say, when I say it. You may not like some of the things I ask you to do." Stacy had the feeling that although Kat appeared to be trying to talk her out of it, she was drawing her in further and further - deliberately. She looked down and saw Kat's breasts, nipples erect, moving up and down with her breathing. She was breathing quickly, the look on her face, the look beneath the quiet considerate look, was one of triumph. There was a moment of doubt, but it passed. "I want, Kat, I want." "Good." Stacy flung herself forward, squashing her breasts against Kat's and hugged her. Her head was next to Kat's ear. "Thank you, Kat, thank you," she breathed. "Okay, Stacy, you can get up now." Stacy released her hold on Kat and clambered to her feet. "On the dresser you will find a small black choker. If you put it on, you will be mine." Stacy picked up the choker. "It will be a constant reminder that you belong to me, that you must do what I say." Stacy studied the small piece of cloth in her hands. "If you do not obey quickly, or well enough, you will be punished." Stacy looked up. "Do you understand?" "If I don't obey you to your satisfaction you will punish me." She paused. "But if I please you, I'll get to punish the others?" "You will get your revenge," Kat agreed. "Be sure you want to do this. If you ever take off the choker and return it to me, or if I take it back, you will lose all your privileges - you will be back where you were before I took you in. You can remain where you are now, you don't have to put it on, but once you do, there is no turning back." Stacy placed the black cloth about her neck without hesitation. "I am yours. I want to wear it." There was triumph on Kat's face, naked triumph. "You have pleased me. Your actions and your massage have pleased me. As a reward I will allow you to suckle at my breasts." Stacy's eyes lit up and she hurried forward to join Kat on the bed. She had pleased Kat! Kat held Stacy's head and guided it to her breast. Her nipple was suddenly encased in warm wetness. It ached as it became even stiffer. She felt the tingling run from her nipple down and through her body. She was alive with the triumph of the moment, and this was the cap of it. Her first victory. Stacy was hers, now, and the others would soon follow. She would use Stacy - ah, that felt so good, Stacy was flicking her nipple with her tongue - to get the others. Mel would be easy pickings, she figured. Tom - difficult, yet manageable. She only had to set up the right set of circumstances and he would be had. Fred was the wild card, yet he, too, would succumb eventually. Of that she was sure. She had never failed before, and would not this time. Big Jake? Well, that would depend on Jennie. Jennie . . . A warm wave of contentment went through her, disrupting her thoughts. It was always the same, this joy at the first conquest. Stacy had a nimble tongue. Perhaps she would use it to better effect than on her breasts only. But that could wait. Kat didn't want to scare her off. Oh, yes, that felt good. She pulled at Stacy's hair and led her to the other breast. Stacy put as much as she could in her mouth, sucking and licking at it. She pet Stacy on the head. A good pet. Yes, she was a good pet, indeed. "That's enough, Stacy. You didn't please me excessively." Stacy looked disappointed as she gave up the nipple. She stood and Kat followed her up. "I think I need a shower now. You may soap me." Stacy's eyes lit again with the chance to please her friend, her mistress. "You may take off my panties." Stacy went immediately to her knees and pulled Kat's panties gently down. Kat was indeed a true red-head, as Stacy would see. There was a bush of fine red hair on her mound, neatly trimmed. Kat watched as she stood once more. She merely gazed at Stacy, waiting. The light of understanding lit Stacy's face - to the same level. Stacy pulled down her own panties and left them lying on the floor as she followed Kat into the bathroom. The water was warm and Stacy's hands were slippery with soap. Her hands roamed up and down Kat's body, teasing her breasts, stomach and legs. Kat's moans of satisfaction guided her. The more she moaned, the more attention Stacy paid to that particular area. The undersides of Kat's breasts had received much attention, as had her nipples. Stacy wondered how far she should go. Suddenly it was obvious - she belonged to Kat now. Her hand, thick with suds moved between Kat's legs and began stroking and soaping her there. Kat's breathing quickened and Stacy felt the joy within her rise. She soaped Kat up and rinsed her down then soaped her up again. Kat's legs were beginning to tremble and in a sudden bit of daring, Stacy found her clit and began to wash it carefully and thoroughly. She looked up through the stream of water to see Kat's arms were above her head, her hands holding on to the showerhead for support. Her head was back and she was breathing through her mouth, trembling, her breasts jiggling like jello. Stacy grinned and reached one hand up to still a breast, then to rub the nipple while the other kept up its work on Kat's clit. Kat must be washed clean, she thought joyously. The trembling grew and grew and Stacy stroked faster and faster. "Oh, yes!" Kat took in great draughts of breath and slowly collapsed down, down. Stacy felt her head being drawn back to a nipple. She fastened on and began to lick and suck once more, the water cascading over them both. She had pleased her mistress. She was ecstatic. "Oh, Kat, you're so beautiful," she murmured as she switched breasts. "Mistress Kathryn," Kat corrected her gently, stroking her hair. "Mistress Kathryn," Stacy agreed. Chapter 4 Much to her surprise and delight, Kat discovered that the passkey Jennie had given her unlocked all of the second floor bedroom doors as well as the more public areas below. That included the Saunders' apartment as well, which was where she now stood. Big Jake was with Mel, looking at the camp sites and Jennie was with Stacy in the office. Stacy had orders to keep her there, no matter what, until her mistress had given her the all clear signal. She gave a cursory look around the kitchen, and living room. They didn't interest her much. The bathroom was neat and clean. Again there was not much out of the ordinary. Looking through the medicine cabinet she noted that Jennie used birth control pills. Kat left the bathroom and entered the bedroom. Her eyes immediately went to the bed and she noted the straps where Fred had told her they were, attached to the posts at the headboard. There was a night table on either side of the bed, each with a lamp on it. A radio perched on one night table as well. Kat dropped to her knees and looked under the bed. She could see nothing. She pulled the bed out from the wall fractionally and there it was. Good. A free electrical outlet was plain to see, but where the Saunders wouldn't have cause to look. She pulled a small device from her bag and plugged it in. It sat quietly against the wall, where it wouldn't be detected. She pushed the bed back into place. The night table to the left held nothing more than a few paperbacks - adult action/adventure - magazines, cough drops and a few papers. She quickly scanned through the papers. There was nothing to interest her. The other night table belonged to Jennie. A wide grin split Kat's face as she came across two nice large vibrators, hidden under some panties and stockings. One was a wand vibrator with a large ball at the end, the other was of the insertable variety. It would fill one up, she thought as she clicked it on. Hmmm. Quite powerful. Three to one odds that Big Jake never even suspected that Jennie had them. Men were so vain. Six to one odds that they would get a good workout during the time Jake was in the capital. The closet held little of interest. Wait a moment. In a box, hidden under dirty laundry, there were a few toys. Interesting. Apparently Jake and Jennie had a kinky side which went a little beyond the tie up games which they evidently played. Kat glanced out the window to see Big Jake and Mel returning to the complex. It was time to go. She quickly checked around, making sure nothing had been disturbed, then vacated the room. She heard the click of a door closing and looked around. Nothing. She shrugged and walked to the common room. In the common room Kat picked up the telephone and dialed the office. "Hotsprings Campsite, Stacy speaking." "All clear, Stacy. Jennie still there?" "Yes, ma'am. The office is open until 9 pm. If you get here later, just find an empty site and come and see us in the morning. Take care, now. Bye." Very clever, Stacy. Tom would be busy in the Kitchen, so Kat carefully entered his room. Fred was next door, taking an early afternoon nap so she had to keep quiet. Tom's room was reasonably neat - for a man's room. She looked in the closet. Nothing interesting. The bathroom was also unexceptional. Nothing under the bed. Ah, the dresser. She opened the drawers one by one. At the third one her eyes opened wide. "Mmph." She smothered her sudden outburst. Stomach shaking, she closed the drawer, trying to keep calm, finding it impossible. With shaking hands she opened the door, stepped outside and closed it behind her. As quietly as she could she ran to her room, let herself in and threw herself on the bed, smothering her laughter in her pillow. It lasted a long time. Finally she rolled over and relaxed, holding her aching sides. She shook her head at the recollection. In the drawer, in neatly labeled, tightly sealed zip-loc bags, were a series of women's panties. The labels gave names and dates. The zip-loc bags were, she supposed, to keep the scent fresh and vibrant. The foremost bag was labeled "Linda Johnson". Kat shook her head once more. "Tom, Tom, Tom, whatever are we going to do with you?" A thought occurred to her and a wicked smile crossed her face. Recovered, Kat moved to investigate the final room: Mel's. In his sock drawer she found several copies of men's magazines. 'Why do they always keep them in their sock drawers?' she wondered. "Hi, Mel." Kat found him in the Laundry room, restocking the soap dispenser and cleaning out the lint traps of the driers. He looked up sharply at her greeting. A bit of the nervous sort, she suspected. "How is it that we've not yet met?" Her eyes ran up and down the nineteen year old body in front of her. He was a well built young man - not like a weight lifter, more like a swimmer. Sleek and powerful, she thought. Blonde hair, blue eyes and a nice tan. Not much experience, she figured. He'd be easy pickings. "I don't know - Kat?" She nodded. "I guess I keep busy." He avoided looking in her eyes. "Like now. Have to finish the laundry room." He moved away from her, glancing out the side window to the pool. Kat followed his gaze and saw two young women come out of the pool to sit on its edge. "Well, I'll let you get to it," she said. "I have some things to do as well. See you later." "Later," he echoed as she turned and walked out the door. He saw her pass by the window, heading back towards the lunch counter. His eyes followed her until she disappeared, then snapped back to the two young women. They were slowly getting to their feet. It was lucky Kat had been busy, too. This was too good to miss. He hurriedly finished loading the soap dispenser with the little boxes of soap and was out the door. "Ladies," he smiled as the two women passed in front of him, heading for the change rooms. One of them said something to the other, who giggled a little. Mel moved on to the supply room to return the extra soap boxes. Once inside he ensured that the door was locked. He flicked the main lights off. Now the only light was provided by a single low wattage bulb near the door. He walked over to a stack of boxes which lined the wall and with practiced ease pulled two very light ones from the stack and set them aside. There was an old poster, from some movie which had been made before he was born, tacked to an old corkboard which was, apparently, fastened to the wall. He swiveled the latches which held the corkboard to the wall and pulled it free. He turned and set it aside, grabbed a chair which sat conveniently on another box and sat down looking to the hole in the wall. It had cost him a pretty penny to buy the one way mirror. Once he had it, it was one late night's work to exchange it with the original and to cut the hole in the wall behind it. Now he had a picture window into one of the women's shower stalls. In the men's change room there were simply six shower heads along a wall - no privacy. In the women's change room, however, there were stalls. Against the one side there was a shower, against the other a small table and mirror, with a power outlet for hand-held hair driers. It was through this mirror that Mel now looked. The shower stall was empty. He grimaced and almost decided to leave, then changed his mind. A couple more minutes wouldn't hurt. A woman appeared in front of him and set her bag down on the table. It was one of the women he had passed. She was about twenty-three, he guessed. Blonde and tall. The bathing suit she wore didn't hide much. A pair of pert breasts, not large, but not small either. She had a nice ass, but it was a little on the skinny side. Mel grinned. The job had its perks. He reached down, unclasped his pants and undid the zipper. He had experimented and discovered that sound would make its way from the shower to the supply room and the other way also, but not to the same extent. As long as he was careful to make no loud sounds the woman would be unable to hear him. When the shower was on it would be near impossible. However, he would be able to hear a fair bit of what was said on the other side - not that much was ever said. "We'll share," he heard faintly through the wall. The other woman, younger - perhaps nineteen or twenty - walked in. "All the other showers are in use," she said. This one was a brunette, about four inches shorter than the first one, but with larger breasts and a plumper ass. She dropped her bag alongside the other one. They both looked into the mirror and smiled at their reflections. "That's right, babes, smile at me," Mel whispered, as he shifted and pulled his underwear down. He reached down and began to slowly stroke his soft cock. "Flip for first?" the brunette asked. "I was here first, Sally, I shower first," the blonde answered. "Besides, you should show respect for your older sister." She grinned. "Yeah, sure. That's what you always say, Karen. Oh, well, I guess you're right. Age before beauty - ouch!" Karen had slapped Sally on her butt. "I'll tell dad." Karen stuck out her tongue at her younger sister as she untied her top, allowing Mel his first look at her nipples. "Yes!" he exulted. The relative coolness of the shower room, along with the evaporation of the water from them, had her nipples growing erect. They were the size of pencil erasers. "Nice tits," Sally grinned at Karen, who had bent over to remove her bottoms. Her breasts hung down towards the floor, nipples scratching at the air. "That's for sure," Mel murmured, his cock slowly growing under his ministrations. "Bitch." Karen laughed and moved into the shower. Karen made a show of wiggling her ass as she walked, much to the amusement of Sally. For Mel, however, it was like a dream come true. Two women showing off for each other. His cock was now semi-erect. He didn't want to rush things. With two of them there he could take his time. The shower sprang to life and Karen moved under it, lifting her face up to it. The water ran down her hair and on down her back. Nice ass, thought Mel. He was hard now and had made a circle of his thumb and fingers into which his cock fit nicely. With slow light strokes he moved his hand up and down his cock, enjoying the light friction. He licked at his lips as Karen turned and allowed the hot water to stream down her back. She had a nice thatch of pussy hair, thick and blonde as well, though somewhat darker than the hair on her head. Mel stared at her crotch, transfixed, and increased the friction on his cock slightly. "Mmm, yes, soap it up, baby, soap it up." Karen had moved out of the spray and was soaping her body. The white suds were beautiful on her tanned skin. She took her time soaping her breasts and between her legs and Mel's cock gave a little jump. He stopped stroking and pulled off his t-shirt. Leaning back in his chair, now, Mel renewed his stroking. With his left hand he ran his fingers all over his chest, imagining it to be Karen who was doing the rubbing. "Ah, yes, baby," he murmured. There was a tightness in his stomach as his excitement grew. God, they were beautiful, both of them. Sally was watching her sister in the mirror, yet it seemed as if she were watching him. "For you, baby, for you." White streams of suds flowed down Karen's legs as the shower spray rinsed the soap from her. She turned around a few times, allowing the water to rinse every inch of skin. Then she was finished and was squeezing the water from her hair. "Your turn, sis." "Humph. Not much of a show. Nice wiggle on the way in, though. Is that how you do it for Bill?" "Slut." "Hussy." Karen picked up her towel as Sally freed her breasts. They were nice and fleshy. She boosted them with her hands, while looking in the mirror. "This is what men want, sis, something they can hold on to." "Bull. This is what they want," Karen touched her pussy, "something they can sink into." The two broke out laughing, and Sally bounced her way into the shower. Karen was drying herself off right in front of him while Sally was soaping herself in the background. Mel began stroking himself faster and faster. He wanted to be finished before Karen covered up those lovely pert tits. Tensions increased and Mel stretched out his legs until his feet were pressing against the boxes in front of him. He pushed, feeling the tightness travel up his legs to his stomach. His butt was at the edge of his seat and he was leaning back, putting his body into an almost straight line. Breathing through his mouth now, he increased the friction of his hand. His cockhead was large and dark in the dim light and becoming very sensitive. Sally was bent over, soaping her legs, her breasts hanging, water splashing off her shoulders. It could be his hand there, soaping and stroking. It could be him taking those tits into his mouth. He was stiff and his stomach as hard as a board. His head was back, pressing against the box behind him and only by looking down his nose, through slitted eyes, could he see the twin visions of beauty in front of him. His hips began rocking and occasionally he'd lose the rhythm. His fist moved faster, feeling the buildup towards orgasm. What a lovely pussy. He'd love to be in it, pumping hard, making her gasp with pleasure. He could feel those breasts, mashed against his chest; those lips, whispering in his ear, urging him on and on, crying out in ecstasy. The blonde, watching, diddling herself, waiting her turn to be fucked. Yes, he'd fuck them, fuck them both. One sister at a time while the other one watched. He'd fuck the brunette, hard and fast, until she came, then bury himself in that blonde pussy, feel those eraser-tip nipples rubbing against his chest, see those blue eyes half closed with the pleasure his cock was giving her. The brunette would be at his side, wide eyed, saying 'Fuck her, fuck her hard. Make her come,' as she knelt down for a better look at his cock parting her sister's pussy. He'd move her legs up over his shoulders. She'd know there would be nothing she could do, now, but get taken by him, fucked by him . . . by him. "Oh God!" he gasped. It was now. He forced himself to look the blonde in the eyes as his body tensed. "Take it baby, take it all," he whispered, then groaned as his hips stopped moving, as everything tensed, stopped - except his fist. He jerked upright as the cum splashed onto his chest, relaxed back then jerked upright again, still pumping. Then with a sigh, all tension draining, he lowered himself back down. It had been a good one. "Thanks, babes," he murmured, looking at the two pairs of breasts, through the one way glass. "You were great." Mel absently reached out his hand to grab some of the tissues which were sitting on the box next to him. He started as he felt the tissues being placed in his hand. "Wha . . ." "Interesting show, Mel," Kat purred. "So, which one do you like best? I kind of prefer the blonde. She's more mature, but the brunette has a hot little body, wouldn't you say?" Mel wasn't saying anything. His mind was blank. He could only stare, unbelievingly, at Kat, standing above him, looking through his picture window. Kat looked down at him and smiled. "Well, Mel, which one were you in when you came? It looked like you were concentrating on the blonde, but it was difficult to tell from where I was. Which one?" The last two words, though spoken in a whisper were like a whip. "The b-blonde," he stuttered, trying vainly to think of an excuse, to find a way out of his predicament. "Ah, that's better. See, we can have a quiet little talk if you answer my questions." Mel didn't know where she was leading so he simply nodded his head. "Good." "How'd you . . ." "Get in?" Mel nodded. "I have a passkey. I found your little window the other day. You should have disposed of your tissues a little better. I smelled your cum in the air. It didn't take long to figure it out." Mel was mortified. He was slowly coming out of his paralysis. The implications were staggering. This woman, this Kat, could do terrible things with what she knew. He'd be fired - or worse. He didn't want to think about the 'worse'. Kat brought it up for him. The whir of a hair-drier on the other side of the mirror allowed them to talk normally. "What do you think those young ladies," she pointed at the two who were now finishing dressing, "would say if they knew about all this? What do you think their father would say?" Mel didn't want to think about that. He swallowed, hard. "You're going to tell them?" He closed his eyes, thinking of the shame. "I don't want to, Mel," Kat said kindly. "And I'm sure we can make a little deal so I won't have to." "Tom says you're a dominatrix." Mel wanted, badly, to change the subject. "Does he now?" Kat asked and Mel nodded. "It's a limiting label, but it has its uses. If you like it, you can use it." She smiled at him. To Mel there was no smile, simply the baring of teeth. It was worse than he imagined. Suddenly he realized that he was practically naked in front of her. He blushed. The humiliation was furthered when he realized she had watched him beating off. "Tell you what, Mel: you think on what I've said. We'll talk later - after you've cleaned yourself up and dressed. How's that sound?" "Okay." Anything to get her out of there. Kat bared her teeth again and turned away. Oh God, what had he gotten himself into? He watched as she slipped out the door. He slumped into the chair, his dreams crashing around him. Another woman entered the shower that the sisters had vacated, but Mel's eyes were blind to her features. All he knew was that he had to get out. "Hi Tom." Stacy walked into the lunch counter. "Hello, Stacy. What can I do for you?" "Jennie asked me to get her a bottle of catsup." Stacy breathed deeply of the freedom from Tom's former attitude. "Sure thing." Tom reached under the counter and came up with a new bottle. As he handed it to her he became aware of the choker. "Nice choker, Stacy," he said with a straight face, "it suits you." "Thank-you, Tom," Stacy couldn't believe how the atmosphere had changed since Mistress Kathryn had come. She made an effort to think of Kat as Mistress Kathryn so as not to displease her if caught off guard. "Mistress Kathryn gave it to me." "I thought so." Tom spoke kindly, much to Stacy's surprise. "You poor thing. You don't know what you've gotten yourself into. But I'll enjoy watching." Stacy's anger flared. "I am not a poor thing." "You're just a pet now, Stacy. Kat's pet." He chuckled as a connection was made, "Yes, a pet cat - a pussy." Stacy's face burned. "You'll be talking out of the other side of your mouth when we're finished with you." She turned and stomped out, leaving Tom looking thoughtful. "Have you seen Mel lately, Fred?" Kat, Fred and Stacy were sitting around the table in the communal kitchen. Fred had been experimenting and the three were enjoying the fruits of his experiment - a rice dish with cubed chicken breast in a white sauce. Fred looked up and answered Kat negatively. "Haven't seen him all day, actually. Strange, that. He usually shows up for supper. Maybe today he decided to eat in the lunch counter." "Perhaps," Kat agreed. "Excellent dinner, Fred." "Thank you." He grinned. "Is this another one you owe me?" He was not serious, his manner was joking, it was obvious he was joking, yet Kat seemed to take him seriously. "It could be, but only if you tell me what you want in return. I like to pay off my debts promptly." Her green eyes were cool and calm. "You don't give up, do you?" "Never." Fred took a deep breath. This was becoming tiring. Perhaps he could end it here - he didn't think so, but it was worth a try. "Okay, then, I'll tell you." He paused and Kat's eyes brightened. Not so fast, my dear, I won't play your game. "I'm willing to cancel all favors you owe me by the simple expedient of your ceasing to play this game of yours with me. Just leave me alone and we're even." The gleam in her eyes faded, replaced with a calculating stare. "No. You haven't earned that much." Fred burst out laughing, which didn't seem to improve Kat's disposition. "You just don't get it, do you, Kat?" She made no move to answer. "Okay, I'll tell you then. I don't hold favors as being owed. You don't owe me anything, Kat, you never did. And, unless I specifically enter into an agreement, I don't consider any favors you do me as placing me in your debt. "And now, ladies, I see it is time for me to head down and help Tom. No rest for the working poor, huh?" He gave them a wave. Something occurred to him and he stopped. He paused a moment before turning. When he did turn, Kat's eyes were on him. Calculating. Had he given something away? "Kat, you've been trying to get information from and about me. You want to use it to ensnare me, no doubt." Kat's face was expressionless. He felt suddenly old and sad. "You have nothing I want, Kat. You never did. Give it up. Leave me alone. Play your games with the others." He paused for a moment, suppressing memories. "Besides, you keep it up and I leave. There's nothing keeping me here." That wasn't completely true but, if it could get her off his back, a small lie wouldn't hurt too much. Fred forced a smile onto his face. "See, you can't win." He spun around and left. The hollow sound of his steps as he descended the stairs reverberated in his mind. Talking to her had been a mistake. It simply brought up things better left covered. "What do you know about him, Stacy?" Kat was beginning to doubt her ability to get Fred. If he truly wanted nothing, she couldn't, as he put it, win. "Nothing, really, Mistress. He's a real nice person. He never treated me badly in any way." Stacy wanted to help but couldn't. "Does he like you?" Stacy smiled, "Oh, I'm sure he does. But he seems to like everybody. He's friendly, but he's friendly to everyone." "Has he ever mentioned why he's working here? I've read his application. He doesn't say much in it, yet his abilities and his manner seem to indicate that he's well educated. Why is he working as a cook?" "He hasn't said anything, Mistress. Wait." Stacy thought back. There was something. Kat waited patiently. "Oh, yes. He once said that having a degree didn't always mean anything. I think he was talking about himself." "Thank you, Stacy, that may help. You can go back down to the office now." Stacy smiled broadly as she rose and cleared up the dishes. She left feeling good about herself. She had helped her Mistress again. Kat remained at the table, lost in thought, until she heard Jennie coming up the stairs. Jake was already in their apartment and, as this was his last day at Hotsprings Campsite before his expedition into the capital, it stood to reason that things might become hot once Jennie arrived. Kat rose and placed her glass in the sink, Stacy could clean it later, then made her way back toward her room. She had almost reached her door when she realized that this was the perfect opportunity to take a look in Fred's room. She turned back to his door and, with a careful look around her, put the passkey in the lock. To her surprise the door had not been locked. She stepped in quickly and closed the door behind her. For a moment she thought that she was in the wrong room, in the empty room. There were no pictures on the walls. Nothing stood on the dresser, nor on the night table. It was as if no one occupied the room. The bed was neatly made, the floor clean. Kat opened the closet door. Clothes hung neatly on the hangers. Two suitcases stood on the floor. She pulled them out and opened them. Nothing. She replaced them. The dresser drawers held little. All that he had, she realized, would fit in the two small cases. Fred was more of a mystery than she had expected. She turned to the night table. There was a bag in the lower compartment. It held a 35mm camera. A good one. There were two other lenses in it and a single roll of film. Nothing else. She opened the night table drawer. Within was a small box and a few assorted items: A pen, car keys, cough drops, some loose change. She lifted the box out carefully, so as to disturb nothing else. Damn. It was locked. She replaced it and exited the room after checking to see that the bathroom had the same empty quality to it that the bedroom did. Very, very interesting. Who was this young man? Back in her room, Kat took out a little receiver and plugged her earphones into it. She turned it on. It was the receiver set from a Baby-Minder. Parents were encouraged to place the transmitter in their baby's room and take the receiver with them so they could monitor their baby from any room in the house. It had become quite a popular item. Kat had her own ideas about useage and their worth. The transmitter now sat behind the Saunders' bed, plugged into the spare receptacle. Now she would be able to hear whatever went on. She turned up the volume and adjusted her earphones. Ah, yes. They were there, all right, just as she had suspected they would be. "You look so lovely, Jennie, spread like that. It makes me hard just to look at you." Jakes voice was fairly clear. "Come inside me, honey. I'm ready." Kat could imagine her, spread-eagled on the bed. "I know you are, but you're going to have to beg." He laughed as she gave a sudden gasp. Had he suddenly introduced a finger into her? "What are you doing?" Ah, she was wearing the blindfold that Kat had discovered in the little box. "You like?" He chuckled. "It tickles." The feather? There were some squeaking sounds as if she were trying, unsuccessfully of course, to escape her bonds, shaking the bed in her attempts. "Mmmm." It was an erotic hum. Was he flicking her nipples with the feather? Perhaps drawing it down her oh so sensitive neck and across her breasts? Kat realized that she was becoming wet as she struggled to interpret the sounds she was hearing. She quickly undressed and lay down on her own bed. It would be nice to kick Big Jake out and continue working on Jennie herself. Jennie continued to make little humming, mewling noises. Kat imagined flicking the feather across Jennie's nipples, seeing her breasts sloshing about as she tried to avoid the little caresses. She touched her own nipples. Ah, yes, that would be what Jennie would be feeling. That glorious current running between the nipples, the trigger for deeper sensations within the core. Oh, yes. A sudden gasp. Had Jake transferred his attention to Jennie's unprotected cunt? Was the feather stroking her clit, now bared by her widespread legs? Or was the feather gently caressing her cuntlips? Kat's fingers moved down to gently stroke her own labia. She would have Jennie begging for release before she stopped. "Like it down there?" Yes, she had been right. "Come inside me," the voice was pleading. Not a chance. Make her beg first. Another gasp. A flick on the clit? Kat flicked her own and gave a gasp herself. Jennie would be helpless, at her mercy. "What's your hurry?" Good. "We have plenty of time. Here, suck on my finger, make it good and wet." Kat put a finger in her mouth and tasted her own juices on it. She hummed, with Jennie, in contentment. That's it Jennie, get it good and wet, you know where it's going. Poor, Jennie. What a lovely body to play with, to tease, to drive wild. No release for poor Jennie - not soon at any rate. A sucking sound - had the finger been suddenly removed? Kat removed her own and positioned it at her portal, at Jennie's portal, ready to plunge deep inside. The cry. Her finger plunged inside and she, too, cried out Jennie's cry. Whimper, Jennie, whimper as the finger moves in and out; thrash about, unable to escape. Buck those hips in the air as the finger rides you. Kat was wetter than she'd been in a long time. Her hips gyrated as her finger plunged in and out. Now a second joined the first even as she heard yet another cry through the phones. "Jake, Jake. Please stop. I'm going to come. I want you inside me when I come. Please Jake. I'm begging, Jake, I'm begging. Please come in me, please." Not good enough, Jennie, not good enough. Kat rode herself, her breathing ragged, as she would ride Jennie, forcing her breathing to come in great gasps and gulps, forcing her to cry out, begging for more. "I'm sorry I asked you to let me tie you up Jake. I'm sorry." She sounded sorry. Not good enough Jennie, you know what to do, do it. "Fuck me, Jake. Please, fuck me. Use me, fuck me, put it in and fuck me hard, please, Jake, I'm begging." Yes! Beg like a slut, Jennie. Beg to be used. "You want to be fucked?" Jake's voice was harsh, rasping. "Yes, Jake, fuck me, fuck me good." The bed creaked. Kat withdrew her fingers then placed a third with the other two, waiting. Okay, Jennie, you want to be fucked, I'll fuck you. I have a strap-on, Jennie, you'll like that. Kat listened intently. She cried out almost as Jennie cried out and Jake grunted. The three fingers plunged inside as Jakes cock parted Jennie's cunt and drove in to the hilt. The ride became a wild one, the three fingers driving in and out while the first two fingers of the other hand stroked and rubbed her clit ever faster. Kat's hips came off the bed, her legs pushing them ever higher, poised on the moment, timing it exactly. Her center was a liquid volcano, ready to erupt, sitting on the edge. Ecstasy only a moment away. You can't fight it, Jennie. Now, Jennie, now. The wail in her ears matched the wail in her throat as she pitched that last inch upwards, the warmth exploding in waves throughout her, until her trembling thighs could hold her no longer and she collapsed to the bed, panting heavily. She was covered with a sheen of sweat, and she pulled the sheet over herself as she slowly came down, hearing her own soft words calming and soothing Jennie. It had been wild, she thought, as her heavy eyelids closed. Wild and wonderful. And, as a bonus, an important piece of information had come her way. The smile creasing her lips faded as she drifted off to a warm and wonderful sleep.