My Only Talent Ch. 47

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I began by addressing Carmencita, "I trust Alexander, and he said I could trust you, so I am going to be completely open with you."

"That's good, Robbie. I want to use the time before Mike arrives to ask you about Lara, Millie, Nora, and their interactions with Suzanne."

"Well, Nora knew Suzanne before anyone else. She was already friends with her before I even started school."

"But they didn't have a sexual relationship until they met you? Why do think that is?"

I smiled. "I've been told it was because I was the luckiest white boy in town."

"Who said that?"

"Rodney Driver, a cool black guy with a PhD in cultural anthropology, which is also my mother's hobby."

"What does your mother do for a living?"

"She teaches accounting at a junior college."

"Rodney teaches at ESU?"

"No, he drives a limo."

Carmencita felt like she was playing verbal ping pong. "So, Suzanne was the first one you slept with?"

"No. Lara. Then Suzanne. Then I asked Suzanne to come with me to help dominate Lara, to get her fired up."

"To excite Lara?"

"Yes, but it turned out to work very well for all three of us."

"So, Nora was the last one?"

"Of the three, yes.

"So, Lara was with you from the first, and still is?"

"And always will be, as the say in church."

"You are committed, you love her?"

"Always, and with Nora, too."

"Did Nora know you slept with Lara and Suzanne before you slept with her?

"Yes. Nora and I were originally just friends. Then she hated me for sleeping with Suzanne, because she thought I was taking advantage of her, given Mike's injuries. Then Suzanne told her she was out of line to be mad, that it was Suzanne's decision and she was happy with me. She always knew about Lara. Nora even knew about my asking Suzanne to help me with Nora."

"Why did she know that?"

"We were close, and I asked her to help me with Lara first. She declined."

"But later she was with you, Suzanne, and Lara all together?"

"Yes."

"Where did Millie fit in?"

Millie helped me fix a problem that I created for Lara, but then she lost a bet to me on another subject. She had to go to several parties naked on a leash as a sub to me. Turns out she loved it; she was a stone natural. We all 'trained her' and we all loved her, with a lowercase letter l."

"Meaning?"

"We aren't with her now, but we will always care for her and want the best for her."

"Millie is now Mrs. Jay Kincaid?"

"Yes." Alexander's head snapped up at that!

"And your relationship with Jay Kincaid?"

"Good friends. I introduced them. He knows all about Millie and the rest of us. He loves her too, but with an upper-case letter L. I think they will be together forever."

"Does he know all about her 'proclivities' and how to satisfy them?"

Robbie smiled. "I told him everything we knew about how to work her before they got married. He promised to give her what she needs. I understand he is now better at it than I am!" Robbie giggled.

"How is that?"

"He grew up on a working cattle ranch. He is an artist with a bullwhip. I mean he could do wild west shows on TV. He can do 20 different sound effects, write his name in the sand, cut playing cards in half, put out candles, pick flowers, all that stuff. He certainly can drive her wild with it, in about six different ways I know, and more I don't, including some very non-traditional uses of the handle." Carmencita's eyes got big.

There was a stir at the door, and then Alexander went to the door and showed someone in. I assumed it was Mike. He was taller than Alexander, but pale and not healthy looking. It certainly looked like he had been severely burned and in the hospital for some time. He doggedly came over on his own power using a walker. He was doing a lot better than I thought he would be, based on what I had heard from Suzanne months ago.

I waited until he sat down, then stood and offered my hand. "Hello, Mike, I'm Robbie Roberts."

He laughed. "I know. Suzanne told me all about you when I woke up. I'm glad you could be there for her."

Carmencita and Alexander did not say a word. It was up to me.

"I am happy that you two are back together now, but I am a little worse for wear from the experience."

He looked funny. "I understand that this Steven fellow is not faring too well, either. I know Suzanne feels guilty about how she treated you."

"She told me the truth about you, and I gave her complete prior approval to dump me if you got better, but I fell for her anyway and it really hurt when she left. What really hurt me was she just cut it off and left. No goodbye, no regrets, no nothing."

"Didn't she tell you she loved you?"

"Yeah. In the long run, I might have been better off without that. Now I'm not so sure she meant it."

"Did you tell her you loved her?"

"Yes, and I still do. But I know I can never trust her or be with her again. She is all yours."

Carmencita could not stop a little tear running down her cheek.

"Mike, I need to know if you are on board with Carmencita's plan for Suzanne. Do you know the whole plan?"

"I think so. In your case, it's nothing you haven't done before, is it?"

"This will be vastly different. I have been rough with her because I knew she liked it that way, but not like this. This will be so rough as to make sure she hates it or alternatively hates herself for liking it. But I cannot be that rough unless I know you can forgive her. If you don't forgive her for this totally, or if you use this against her later, it will kill her soul."

"I swear Robbie. I love her and I am never going to love anyone else that way. I will forgive her totally and unmistakably."

"You have to be there for the aftercare. Mike, but not during the intervention. That means you will have to be awfully close by. The waiting will be tough for you to take."

He looked out at me with hooded eyes from behind a scarred face. "I have proven my ability to endure pain for long periods, Robbie."

"I'll give you that. Did she tell you what was supposed to happen the night she left, right before you woke up?"

Alexander and Carmencita suddenly looked worried. They knew nothing of this.

"Yes, but not at first. She was embarrassed."

"I have a hard time visualizing Suzanne being embarrassed!"

Mike laughed. "I have only seen her that way a few times. But this did it. Actually, when she fully confessed, what she was embarrassed about was not wanting it, or asking you to set it up, but that she actively considering staying another few hours before she came to see me!"

Robbie laughed hard, and so did Mike. Carmencita was eaten up with curiosity.

"I need to know about this," she said.

Mike just looked at Robbie, and then Robbie said, "No, you really don't, but if your plan works out and everybody gets better, I'll tell you all about it, and even set it up for you if Alexander will allow it." He grinned a nasty grin.

Mike giggled. "I would like to see that!"

They talked for another hour about the details and coordinating the transportation. Alexander had suggested not telling anyone else about Steven's assignment, and just letting them think he was a student volunteer that was being coincidently damaged. Since it didn't come up, he said nothing more about it.

Finally, Carmencita said, "I'll walk Mike back to his room."

Robbie reached for Alexander's arm. "I need to be sure you can be cruel enough. Tell me your idea of what to do."

Three hours later they were going up the steps to Lara's apartment. Robbie had planned what to say, but this was a tough idea to communicate. If Millie and Nora could not be there, Carmencita was going to have to step up and totally slay Suzanne. Could she really do that?

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Thursday Chrissy listened to her voicemail. Big Bones was back in town and he wanted to take her to dinner Saturday. She did not give him her number, and she wanted to know how he got it. She decided she would go and tell him she did not want to see him anymore after that.

She texted him back, saying Saturday night she was busy, but an early dinner Friday would be okay. She asked him to pick her up at the sorority house, to eliminate any idea of him doing anything after dinner but dropping her off. He texted he would pick her up at 7 PM.

She was not looking forward to seeing Big Bones, but she needed to tell him not to call her anymore in a face to face meeting. She would be with Khalan and Roger Saturday, and she was very much looking forward to that.

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Wednesday morning Suzanne got an email from Stephen Byers. His reserve unit had been recalled, and he was withdrawing from school immediately. He could not say where he was to be deployed. He wished he could keep seeing her, but he had no idea when he would return to the states. She felt a tinge of panic. She was really getting into the groove of twice weekly sex sessions, and she had planned to end them on her terms, not the Army's.

She needed to find another fuck buddy. Did she need to tell Mike about the new one?

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Lara only knew from his text message that Robbie was in Pennsylvania and was coming to see her. It was a totally unexpected and wonderful surprise. She had done her absolute best to get ready for him.

I knocked on Lara's door and she threw it open, standing back to let me see her. I could almost hear Alexander's eyeballs click. Lara was in her super tight white leather dominatrix costume, blond hair up, with tall boots, her nipples protruding through their cutouts, and blonde pubic hair streaming out from a tailored big cutout too. She had improved the costume with Wedgewood blue colored fabric rings on the perimeter of the cutouts.

Everyone but Lara was frozen in their tracks. I think she enjoyed it. "Robbie, you didn't tell me you were bringing company! Yawl come on in and let me close the door, at least."

We stepped into the little entryway, and both Alexander and Carmencita were in danger of having flies land on their tongues, as their mouths were hanging wide open. Lara was enjoying their confusion, and she smiled her best dom smile. She had her riding crop in her hand, and she touched it to Dwight's shoulder and pushed down. He went to his knees without any resistance. His eyes fixed on her crotch. She giggled.

Carmencita was staring at her too. "Hi!", Lara said. Welcome!"

I felt I needed to make the introductions. "Lara, this is my friend Alexander and his wife Carmencita. This is my wife to be, Lara."

They didn't move. "Lara, Alexander here is the guy who jumped off the roof at that tennis tournament in Austin to keep us from getting shot."

Lara made a funny noise, then grabbed Alexander under the arms and picked him all the way up into a bear hug. He went as limp as a sleeping ferret, and Lara just cuddled him. "Thank you!" she cried. He was easily a foot shorter than Lara when she had those boots on, Lara was an extraordinarily strong woman, and Alexander was offering no resistance at all. Carmencita was not staring at her husband, rather, at my black Master costume, which Lara had laid out on a chair, intending for me to put it on and play with her.

Lara gently put Alexander back on the couch, and then focused on Carmencita. They locked eyes and Lara gave Carmencita her best dom look, and then touched her chin with the riding crop, pulling her eyes up to hers. Carmencita took in a frantic breath and quivered.

Lara said, "Robbie would you entertain our guests for a moment while I change? I'll be right back."

They sat on the couch in a trance. Carmencita was white as ghost, but her face was flushed, and her breathing was rapid. I couldn't hear her Suzie signals, but I was sure Lara had elicited a frantic response. She seemed bewildered by her own reaction.

I sat next to her. "Don't be shocked, Carmencita. Lara has that effect on lots of women. She is my exemplar of a primal female animal."

Alexander turned and looked at Carmencita. He laughed, recovering his wits. "Why, I think we have something in common, Carm!"

Lara reemerged from the bedroom in a pair of stonewashed denim jeans and a white blouse with Wedgewood blue pigskin vest, complete with a bra, but with her blonde hair still up. The jeans and the vest were the same color as her sparkling eyes, and the effect was startling. "May I get you two anything?"

Alexander said hoarsely, "May I please have some water?"

I spoke up. "I'll get us all some ice water. Lara, they want to talk to you about Suzanne."

Lara's expression changed immediately from gracious hostess to female cat about to scratch your eyes out. I headed for the kitchen of her little apartment, and I took my sweet time rustling up a pitcher and some glasses. I heard heated conversation from the living room. By the time I returned with a tray to offer water, the problem had apparently been put before the meeting.

"Why should we help Suzanne?" Lara asked.

I had picked the wrong time to enter, as Alexander and Carmencita just looked at me. I began, "Because I still love her, Lara, and she is in trouble, and because it is the right thing to do for Mike, and there is another guy she has messed up more than me!"

Lara's expression was suddenly totally neutral. "I still love her too, but I hate what she did. She needs to pay!"

Carmencita was shaken, but still smooth. "That's what I need your help with!"

She continued. "I am going to function as what in my trade we call a potentiator. I am going to tune Suzanne up and get her entire nervous system on edge. Such that all subsequent stimuli, which several other people will deliver, have greatly magnified effects. I need you to tell me the best way to get her uncomfortable, off balance, and frankly, completely terrified."

Suddenly, Carmencita and Lara were besties, and Alexander and I were spectators to an amazing and wide-ranging conversation centered on Suzanne's body, kinks, and psyche. We only caught snippets of descriptions of cane strikes, nipple twists, alligator clips, spanking, never explored fantasies, daddy issues, and erotic asphyxiation.

When they began to talk in detail about exactly what the "subsequent stimuli" would be, Lara looked Alexander up and down frankly for ten full seconds, then said "I am going to have to talk to him alone for a few minutes." She led him into the kitchen.

Carmencita focused on me. "Lara has got to be there too, Robbie. I could study and prepare for five years and still not be able to do what she can do to Suzanne. The two of us together will be able to devastate her and open her up like a cracked watermelon." That was an especially disturbing image, but apropos. She went on, "also, I need to take that costume with me so we can make duplicates for Alexander and Steven." Wow, she was creative. Three Masters.

Lara returned with Alexander, with a hand on his butt. "He'll do, especially since I will be there to coach him! Tell me more about this Steven."

Carmencita gave a summary: ex-military, now graduate student Suzanne had seduced and dominated, but nothing about his mission. Lara asked, "Is he in good shape?"

Alexander snorted. "Better than me and Robbie, I'll bet!"

Lara laughed. "That's good. He should be very motivated, and I can help him do his best, too! But tell me how does it all end? What's the result of all this?"

Carmencita spoke for ten minutes, detailing Suzanne's relationship with her father, Mike, and Steven, and the sequence of punishment and forgiveness she planned to execute.

"What about her father? Will he have us all killed?" That was my first thought.

Alexander spoke. "No. He is my boss. He knows all about this, and he has approved the plan, and he will forgive her too."

Lara asked a question that had not occurred to me. "Who is paying for all this? The taxpayers?"

Alexander said. "No, Ambassador Pliskin is paying for it all personally, I give you my word, and I am keeping a detailed accounting, but it is all black site stuff that must be kept secret. All of the vendors we are using normally serve black sites and can be counted on to keep things secure, lest they lose future business."

Carmencita changed the subject again. "Back to Suzanne. Can you forgive her, Lara?"

"After she goes through all that, yes, but what about Mike? Will he accept her after all this?"

I took that one. "I met him earlier this afternoon, Lara, and I am convinced he understands and supports all this and will forgive her and accept her unconditionally afterwards."

"What's he like?"

"Battered but unbroken. Suzanne told him everything as soon as he woke up, and even about Steven."

"I wish she had been that honest with us. So, he will forgive her after all of this shit, too?"

"I think so."

Lara sniffled. "Wow, I guess he really does love her. I just wish she had handled things better."

The understatement of my short lifetime.

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Friday evening, Chrissy dressed casually and avoided her tight designer jeans. She chose black slacks, a conservative dark blue blouse, and a grey blazer. It was an outfit more suited for a job interview than a date, and that was just the way she wanted to look. She thought she had things under control, but events soon got out of hand.

Twenty minutes before 7, and black stretch limo pulled up in front of her sorority house and was immediately noticed by several of the girls inside, and a whispering game of telephone tag ensued. The driver stepped out. He was a black guy in his forties, in a perfectly tailored uniform, and he looked sharp. Somebody important must be in that limo. Several ESU student passersby took the opportunity to take selfies with him and the limo in the background, and others waited to see who would emerge from it.

Rodney Driver was the go-to limo driver for former ESU football players who had the cash, and he had advised Big Bones on how to make a dramatic entrance. He had been to this sorority house many times in the past but knew nothing about the girl they were here to pick up tonight. In Rodney's experience, the sorority chicks who banged Big Bones would usually meet him somewhere else to reduce visibility. Maybe this new chick was planning to go full Kim Kardashian with Big Bones and was actively looking for the social media hits?

One minute before 7, Big Bones emerged from the limo. Instagram posts were instantly made. As he walked up to the door, he was recognized, and additional social media messages were passed, including #longhorns and #hookem and many other tags. When the door opened, seven girls greeted him expectantly. "Hi, Big Bones!" they all said in unison.

Chrissy had already heard the whispers, and she now realized that she had not handled this well. She stopped at the top of the stairs and looked down toward the front door. Wasn't she the one that wanted to have an 'inside joke' on all the other girls? She descended the stairs and Big Bones' eyes followed her down, and all the girls stared at her. He did a surprisingly good job of offering her his arm and walked her back to the limo. Camera shutters and phone keys were clicking all over the sorority house and yard.

Khalan and Roger both had self-imposed study halls on Friday nights, to be up to date on all school assignments before their treasured Saturdays with Chrissy. They both left their phones off so they could concentrate.

Rodney Driver pulled out and headed for their dinner destination, the Vince Young Steakhouse downtown.

"It's so good to see you Chrissy. I have missed you so much!"

Rodney looked up in the mirror. This girl was extra fine looking, but her expression made it clear she was not pleased with Big Bones. Not a groupie, for sure. What was going on here?

"How did you get my number, Big Bones?"

"You forgot to give it to me, and Kevin didn't know who you were. I asked around, but I ended up getting a private investigator to do it. He said you were easy to find. You were all over the sorority web page, so once he got a login it was easy to connect your name to a phone number. Then, right after I got it, Robbie called me."