My Only Talent Ch. 47

Rodney tried to not react at that name. Robbie Roberts?

Chrissy sighed. "So, Robbie Roberts actually gave you my number?"

Rodney looked up in the mirror at that point and noticed that Big Bones looked uncomfortable. "Well, he did, but he threatened me first."

"What do you mean, Clancy?"

Clancy? Rodney was intrigued. Rodney was bad enough, but if he were named Clancy, he would make up a nickname too.

"He said that if I didn't treat you right, we would be enemies for life. I do not want those UDP hackers to mess with me, not to mention Kevin's dad. I have heard some stories. But it has always been my intention to treat you right, Chrissy. You are different from anyone I have ever met!"

Rodney had heard Big Bones use that line before, at least twice, in this very limo. He suppressed a grimace. How dumb was Chrissy? Rodney looked back to see Chrissy making eye contact with him in the mirror. Those eyes did not look dumb to him.

He dropped them in front of the restaurant on San Jacinto and suggested that Big Bones text him when he was ready for a pickup. He had a deal with the concierge at the Four Seasons, so he pulled into the parking garage there, and then texted Robbie.

Chrissy had never been to this restaurant, so that was a plus. Based on her recent experience, she stuck with iced tea, and was surprised to see Clancy order a ginger ale.

"I haven't had any booze or drugs since I met you, Chrissy. I took you seriously."

She noticed he did not mention groupies. "Any withdrawal symptoms, Clancy?"

"No. Actually I feel better, and my stats look better too. I'm half a step faster off the snap, more TFL, more sacks. My agent says I should renegotiate my deal."

"How's your hip fluidity?"

He looked surprised. "Pretty good for as big as I am, but it hasn't changed. Not like a little defensive back, but good."

Chrissy just smiled. What did that smile mean? How did she even know about hip fluidity?

They ordered salads, both the small Caesar. After the waiter left, Clancy said, "Are you wondering why I didn't mention groupies, Chrissy?"

"I think I know why, Clancy."

"You would be wrong!" He handed her a lab test report. "I haven't been with anybody since you Chrissy. I am clean as a whistle, not even the clam sneeze. See!"

She was not sure what the clam sneeze meant, but it probably wasn't good. She looked at the report, but she would need to study it. "Can you send me a copy, Clancy?"

"You can keep that one. I will take tests as often as you want. You are the only one I want!"

She was skeptical. The salads arrived.

"So how have you been doing, Chrissy?"

"Fine. Studying hard and making some new friends. My degree plan is on track, and I think I am going apply to law schools. Tell me how you met Robbie."

"Keven introduced us at the condo. Same place I met you."

"How many times have you been there with Robbie?"

"Actually, only once. Robbie, Kevin, and Husky Varna were there, along with one of Robbie's geek frat brothers that I did not know. I thought there was a big party there that night, but they said it was just going to be a little private get together."

Chrissy knew who Husky Varna was. He didn't have any posters yet, but he would when he graduated. He was a hunk. Was he there for Mei Ling too? "Were there any girls there then?"

"No. but I got the idea some were coming."

The waiter cleared the salads and took their order. Clancy insisted on splitting the big Porterhouse steak. She also wanted the asparagus.

"How many times have you been to the condo without Robbie, Clancy?"

"Four or five times with Kevin, or by myself. Sometimes Kevin's dad lets his clients use the condo."

"How many times have you been there by yourself? Really?"

"Well I have to tell you the truth. Sometimes we had a party there and groupies showed up. But I am through with all that."

He reached over and took her hand. "You are better than any groupie, Chrissy. Better than all the groupies in the world, to me, at least!"

She pulled her hand back because she was starting to buy his line of bull. What were the odds it was true? Even if it was, did she want to see him again?

About the time the steak arrived at Clancy's table, Khalan finished his homework and turned on his phone, and it pinged with several photos with the #longhorns tag. He forwarded them to Roger. Almost simultaneously, Chrissy's phone pinged. She looked at it. It was a text from Robbie! "how ur date gg?"

Chrissy's face froze. "What is it Chrissy?" Clancy asked.

She sighed. "Just a text from a friend." She wasn't sure whether she should be touched by Robbie's concern or pissed off. This was sort of an unsure night in general.

Three more pings. Girls at the house were forwarding pictures of Chrissy and Big Bones getting into the limo. That's what Robbie must have seen! At least he hadn't bugged her phone, or had he? She had also heard stories about UDP nerds jailbreaking phones, turning on microphones, hacking webcams, using keyboard monitors and worse stuff. She was rapidly losing her appetite. Big Bones was going to eat 80% of that huge steak anyway.

Big Bones made a show of ordering the big chocolate fudge pecan pie dessert for two, but Chrissy just dabbed at it. He asked her to spend the weekend at his house at Barton Creek, even said it could be her house too. It was too all too much.

"I'm busy Saturday and Sunday, Clancy. But I'll think about it. Would you take me back to the house now? My tummy is upset."

Clancy texted Rodney, and he picked them up five minutes later. It was a short drive back to the sorority house. Clancy walked her to the door, and she let him kiss her goodnight. She was surprised at how strongly she found herself responding to that kiss. Only afterward did she realize ten girls were watching, and one took a picture.

When Clancy got back into the limo, he told Rodney to take him to the strip club close to the big community college campus in the old shopping mall, the one where Rene' Zellweger used to work. He told Rodney he would be here at least 4 hours. Rodney captured a perfect picture of Big Bones right under the Cabaret sign that promised "strippers" and "VIP room". He didn't post it himself, but he sent it to Robbie.

Robbie texted back "o u 1 rodney". He texted back "2 or 3".

Robbie Roberts wasn't a full on UDP hacker like Cisco or Oiler, but they had forced him to learn Linux and TCP/IP, and even he knew how to post pictures using the anonymous accounts they had set up for everyone else in the frat. He hoped he got all the tags right.

He had. Khalan and Roger saw the pic five minutes later, along with a thousand other ESU students. They noted the timing compared to the other posts. She had only gone to dinner with him, nothing else.

Khalan texted Roger "we shd not mention it". Roger said "agree. will she?"

Chrissy did not see the photo of Big Bones going into the strip club until the next morning. All the girls in the house were looking at her funny. She called Robbie.

"Hi Chrissy, what's up?"

"Did you give Big Bones my number?"

"I would have, but he already had it anyway. How was your date?"

"Did you hack my phone?"

"Didn't have to. There were at least a dozen pictures under #longhorns alone. Looks like you got home early. What did Clancy want?"

'He wanted me to move in with him!"

"He does have a nice house. Throws some big-time parties out there. How's Joyce?"

"As happy as can be. She has two of your UPD nerds after her, plus two other freshmen she met at our mixer.

"Hopefully, you have some prospects besides Clancy."

"They are wonderful young men, Robbie, and I am proud to call them my friends!"

"Good for you. I'm sure they know all about your date with Clancy now, too."

He was right! She would have to talk to them about it.

"One more thing, Robbie. What does the 'clam sneeze' mean?"

He laughed. "Clam as in Chlamydia, the world's most popular and fastest growing sexually transmitted bacterium! Who have you been talking to?"

"Never mind. Does it make you sneeze?"

"Urban legend, Chrissy. Word is that if a young lady is infected, her private parts will smell like clams, and if you stick your finger in as a test, she will sneeze! Neither the smell nor the sneeze thing is factual, as far as I know. It is getting more common, especially among people our age. Bad stuff. How long did your date with Clancy last?"

"Not long. It seems he had other plans later in the evening."

Robbie knew she must have seen that picture, too. 'Nuff said, he hoped.

"You know I little "L" love you Chrissy. Treat yourself right!"

............

Friday, when Suzanne Pliskin arrived to see Mike at the rehab hospital, he said he had big news and he wanted to talk to her about several things that they would need to do soon. It had been two weeks since Steven had left with only an email goodbye, and she was still upset and on edge. She was suffering from the loss of control and the feeling of domination she got from their sessions, and she was also Jonesing for the sexual excitement and release they had given her.

She was pleased with Mike's rehab progress, aside from having to put up with Carmencita's shit, but she was also looking forward to finding a substitute for Steven on Tuesdays and Thursdays. She wondered what changes Mike was talking about. He was smiling at her happily, but she was not really feeling happy.

"Hi, Suzanne. I wanted to tell you how grateful I am for your faith and devotion to me over the last two years. You have gone above and beyond the call of duty and proved your love for me beyond all doubt. I wanted to let you know that I feel the same kind of love and devotion for you, and I always will."

She smiled. Where was he going with all this?

"They say when you genuinely love somebody, you unconditionally accept them, and everything about them. I accept everything about you Suzanne. Your talents and your gifts, and your debts, sins, and crimes too. Your burdens are mine; your joys are mine, I share all your punishments, and everything about us must be in the open and in balance. You know I have been okay with your taking lovers during my convalescence, and you being so open and honest about it was good for us both. You know you can never dominate me; in fact, I think that's one of the reasons you know I really love you. You are mine, Suzanne, to have and to hold."

She had not yet told him about Steven being out of the picture.

"I am being released from the hospital on Sunday, and that is going to change a lot of things. First, I want you to stop seeing Steven, and from Monday on I am to be your only lover."

She felt frozen. She knew this was coming, and she thought she was ready for it, just not this soon. But she wanted to support Mike, and she needed to let him know. "I will not have any more contact with Steven!" He didn't need to know how easy that was, did he? She was a little mad at herself for already wondering just how much of a lover Mike was ready to be, and if his release was premature. He also was never going to help her with her need to dominate someone. Damn, was this that bitch Carmencita's doing?

Mike continued. "I know you have given up a lot to support me and you may have to forego more in the next few months until I am fully recovered."

She felt better. He really did know her and accept her, didn't he? He really loved her.

"So, I have done a little research, and I found a way for you to have one final chance to enjoy yourself before things change on Monday!"

What was he talking about?

"You know about the BDSM clubs in Berlin, right?"

She did. Her father had told her some amazing stories, usually in the vein of why they should be avoided, especially given her father's work in the intelligence community and the potential problems that might ensue. But she had also experienced quite a thrill thinking about someplace full of likeminded people who would genuinely love what she naturally wanted to do to them, and vice versa. What was he talking about?

"Well, there are some such clubs open to the public in DC, but they are full of potential rip off artists and pretenders, as I am sure you know, and also rife with the risk of discovery and publicity, especially for someone like you."

That was an understatement.

"But I have found something even better!

"What do you mean, Mike?"

"There is a very private and selective group of people, who are 'devoted to the lifestyle' as they call it, that create once in lifetime special experiences, completely tailored to your individual 'proclivities' shall I say, and I have arranged such a thing for you, this Sunday. My father made the connection for me, although he does not know it, via one of his 'fixers'. Your father is on the 'execution' end of government, but as you know, mine is on the 'lobby and influence peddling' side. As a result, he knows people who know people, if you know what I mean."

Suzanne was getting excited but didn't want to get her hopes up. Still, it might be her last chance to really let herself go. "What exactly are you talking about, Mike?"

"It's literally once in a lifetime. They only do it once for anyone, and they must be really connected. People wait years to get a spot in line, but I managed to jump the line for you, given our situation. They put together a completely customized cast of characters, especially for you, in an all-day experience that will, as they say, take you 'from your darkest fears to your highest ecstasy' during that time. It is incredibly expensive, but we can afford it.

"What about security? Medical risk? How does it work?"

"It is done at a totally undercover location, with complete secrecy. After it is over early Monday morning, no one will ever talk about it again. You will have your memories of the experience, but there will be no evidence, no gossip, and no possibility of discovery, ever. You must take medical lab tests today, I have the lab orders here under an alias, as will have everyone that is be involved in your 'dungeon'. There is no danger even in the exchange of bodily fluids."

"How can they know what I want?"

You must also fill out a questionnaire and release form for them. In addition to the questionnaire, they use some very high-tech equipment and literally measure your response to certain stimuli, and create a complete scenario just for you, and deliver maximum excitement in a very scientific way."

"What happens to that form?"

"You bring it with you to the location. They read it, ask you questions about it, and then burn it in front of you. No record. In your case, don't you want it all Suzanne? You are a switch, right? Top and Bottom? They can do it all, and they will measure your response and tailor things for you. Like you have never imagined. They will also check off your bucket list, too, darling, if you know what I mean?"

She had told Mike about her plans for going airtight, and he had remembered it, accepted it, and not freaked out about it. "Oh Mike, you really do accept me, don't you?"

"Yes, and you must accept and submit yourself completely to this experience, and to me in the future, for both of us."

"I will. I promise!"

"Afterwards, I will be there for you Suzanne. 'Aftercare' I believe they call it? Complete forgiveness and acceptance, forever after. Here is the questionnaire and the lab orders. Drop by the lab on the first floor for them to take the samples and fill out the questionnaire tonight. A driver with the password "Rumpelstiltskin" will pick you up at your parent's place in Georgetown at 5 AM Sunday. I will be at the 'dungeon' to pick you back up early Monday morning and take you home. Our 'forever home'."

............

Steven Byers was just about through with his latest mission. Ambassador Pliskin had not been exaggerating when he said he had been dropped in some truly deep shit. These people were fucked up! But, when he got to screw that little bitch until her eyeballs popped, it sure as hell would not be anything she didn't deserve. He would walk away happy and satisfied. She had been systematically abusing him for some time, but he would have to get all his payback in one wild night. But he had a lot of stored angst and energy to use, and he was in the best shape of his life. I'll show you how to really take it up the ass, Suzanne, with a real dick, attached to a real man! Get ready, baby!

............

It had taken two weeks for everything to align for the planned "intervention". Nora and Carmencita had conspired to put Alexander and I on an abstention program of no sex, and Steven, who was working with Carmencita every day, and had strict orders also. When the designated Sunday morning came, we were ready early at Nora's place in Cambridge. Alexander and the Ambassador handled all the arrangements, so it was very slick and close to the vest. Nora and I offered to drive to Lara's and then on the DC, but they would not hear of 'such an uncontrolled envelope' and they had us picked up at 2 AM Sunday in an Uber with the most physically fit driver I have ever seen. He had us lock and turn off our phones, and then put them in a bag I presumed was a Faraday cage. We were transferred to an unmarked big grey van inside a warehouse, with Alexander as the driver, and then we went to Lara's, where we picked her up, added her phone to the bag, and headed on to DC. It would have been a prisoner transport van in the movies. They told us to sleep if we could.

That prisoner motif carried over when we got into DC. Alexander put on one of those blotchy mesh masks that is supposed to foil facial recognition algorithms, and an FBI cap and windbreaker. He passed out grey hoods and had us fit one on each other. "This way, even if someone sees us or takes a picture, they will have no idea who we are, and the look will fit the cover."

"Which is?" I asked.

"Terrorist roundup. Very hush hush no comment." We were soon inside a building that we had no way to locate or identify. We were led holding hands single file along what I suspected was a loading dock and then down a long corridor. When Alexander told us to take off our masks, we were in a very utilitarian conference room. We had no idea what story Suzanne was told to induce her to come here and agree to all this, in fact, I wouldn't see her until after Carm and Lara had tuned her up, cracked her open, and presented her to us broken down and ready to be fucked. Mike would not be here until just before we finished with Suzanne. I don't know if he could sleep or not, knowing what was planned.

Alexander, Steven and I were to wait as long as needed in this 'green room' that was apparently adjacent to the 'dungeon' we would use later. We were all curious as to what was going on next door, but we were not supposed to know. The waiting did make for some remarkable discussions of our individual relationships with Suzanne. Steven was dumbfounded to learn that her husband Mike knew all about him, and what was about to happen here. But what really blew his mind was that Ambassador Pliskin knew all about it too.

He waxed philosophical. "What a family! I guess that is what it would be like if you were married to someone that smart, that hot, and that freaky. Big upsides and big downsides!"

We discussed what we were to do to her, and roughly in what order. It was perhaps the strangest conversation I had ever been part of. I had been holding myself in check and pretending that I was just doing what was best for Suzanne, and even for Mike. Noblesse Oblige! But I knew I needed some personal penile catharsis, too. If I was going to forgive that bitch, I was going to whip her pretty little ass raw first, and then fuck her sideways. If she wanted to go airtight, we would show her what that really meant. I also told Steven and Alexander about some 'rules of thumb' of my own, which would make Suzanne's experience even more memorable. No "Simon Says' politeness like Mei Ling got. Suzanne would be forced to go full skank ho, with no polite anything, and left in a sobbing heap. Get ready, baby!