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One Trick Pony
Chapter 1
It was a blustery morning. She remembered that the wind had whipped hernose and ears in the few seconds it had taken for her to transit from the limousineto the imposing skyscraper that concealed one of the better known businessesin town. Lisa had just finished the morning photo shoot at a famous men's magazinelocated just off Shore Drive in Chicago and had a few hours to spare whilethe grips set up the afternoon session. She yearned to see a little bit ofthe windy city during the break.
"Anything good to see around here?" she asked the Kenny, the photographer.
He jerked his head around. "You are, darling. Why do you think I took somany pictures." And he was right. The black sequined dress she had recentlycovered herself with did not hide the svelte figure. Standing five feet teninches tall and weighing little more than one hundred and ten pounds, Lisa'sbee stung lips and magnificent breasts only added to her allure. The blondemane cascading past her shoulders completed the look. If he hadn't been gayKenny would've been in love with her himself. He only shrugged his shoulderswhen he saw her pout in return. "Closest place I can think of is Navy Pier," heresponded. He eyed her closely. "Don't wander too far. We're on a tight time-linefor this shoot."
"Oh, I'll be back in plenty of time." Lisa wrapped a fur coat around theexpensive sequined dress and started for the door. "Seeya in a bit."
Outside the temperature was colder than she remembered. Shivering insidethe coat she picked her way through the slush and snow toward Shore Drive.Her black leather boots offered some comfort and protection from the elements,but the three inch heels made the footing treacherous. Navy Pier loomed inthe distance. Undeterred she plodded on.
I hope this is worth it, she thought to herself. A few yards away, one ofthe doors opened that gave access to the building. Throwing caution to thewind Lisa sprinted toward the opening. "Heat!" she muttered. "Damn, it's cold!" Insidethe doorway the bitter wind was just a memory, the only evidence of its effecta spattering of water crystals on her coat that had congealed from her exhalations.She stamped her feet clean of the salt and snow.
Lisa ambled her way down the corridor, examining the window store frontsand boutiques that littered the concourse. Traffic was sparse, and except forthe occasional couple walking in the opposite direction, the place seemed almostdeserted. Rosy cheeked and comfortable she continued her journey.
The corridor seemed to go on interminably. However, just as she was gettingready to turn back, Lisa reached the vestibule on the far side of the building.Through the frost etched glass she looked out on Lake Michigan. Gray ice extendedover a thousand yards until it was lost to the churning dark waters. Somberskies clouded down over the ice field and contributed to the funeral atmosphere.Lisa shuddered visibly at the sad tapestry. She imagined herself out there,falling through the ice. "I pity the poor person who has to be out there," shewhispered.
"I do, too," a voice from behind her said. Lisa whirled around at the sound.
He was dressed in a gray suit and overcoat, a wine colored scarf of expensivewool wrapped loosely around his neck and tucked inside. A hint of stubble linedhis face, a face her age, or maybe a few years older. His dark hair glistened,as if freshly brushed by snow and he flicked a gloved hand toward the smallcow lick in front. The toothy smile seemed impervious to any cold. His handcame away from his face and half-waved to her. "I couldn't help overhearing.I was just thinking the same thing myself," he said.
Lisa felt troubled. Like she knew him from somewhere, but where? The face,with that sardonic smile, nagged at her. "I didn't hear you come up," she said,filling time while she tried to place the face. "Don't I know you?"
He chuckled. "I don't think so, unless you come here often. When I'm intown I sometimes stop here to get away from the world and contemplate why I'mstill here."
She was unconvinced. "I feel like we've met before – like I've seenyou somewhere ...." A look of astonishment crossed her face. "Oh! You're ...you're ... the movie!"
He laughed while loosening his scarf. "No, I'm afraid not," he finally said. "Iget that a lot. At least I used to before he thought he could act and box.Now I don't know whether to be pleased or offended. That movie is almost twentyyears old and he's in his late forties." He pursed his lips. "I am not in myforties! Although I did love the scene where he was feeding her while she wasblindfolded. That and the scene with the whip and the handcuffs – thatwas a definite turn-on."
Lisa blushed. "I didn't mean it that way. I mean ... well, you can't holdit against me for thinking ...." She reddened further.
"Thinking what?" he countered.
"I don't know," she stammered. Lisa eyed the scarf, the ends of which werecupped loosely in his hands. She remembered the blindfold scene. An electrictwinge coursed through her body, hardening her nipples and moistening her labia. "Yousaid when you were in town. I guess, you're not from here," she replied, changingthe subject.
"Born and raised here. I just travel a lot. And you?"
Lisa relaxed. "I'm doing some modeling."
He nodded. "That makes sense." He extended a hand. "My name's Jason. JasonPowell."
Lisa reached forward reluctantly. His hand was warm and soft, yet firm anddry. Her heart fluttered at the touch. "Lisa – Lisa Owensby," she responded.She pulled her hand away. "I've got to go."
Jason frowned. "What's the hurry?"
She looked away. "I've got to get back to work. The crew is probably readyand I don't want to be late." She left the vestibule and started down the corridor;then stopped. She turned back to find that he had not moved. "Listen ..."
"Jason," he interrupted.
That irritated Lisa. "Listen, Mr. Powell. I don't know what you were expecting,but –"
"I wasn't expecting anything." He smiled that toothy, sardonic grin.
The smile exasperated her even more. "You were trying to pick me up!" shecomplained.
He laughed out loud. "On the contrary, you 'accused' me of having moviestar looks. Who was coming on to who?" Slowly and deliberately he repositionedthe scarf about his neck. He pursed his lips, biting the lower one as if deepin thought. "I think you're afraid," he announced.
Lisa shrugged. "Afraid? Afraid of what?"
Jason raised an eyebrow, cocking it at her. "That you might like what you'vefound. That you might have to meet me halfway. That I might have somethingto offer you – to which you could not, or would not, want to say no."
Lisa drew herself up to her full five feet, ten inches in height, her breaststhrusting forward in defiance. "I'm not afraid; there's nothing to be afraidof. But I am curious. What do you have that you think is so special?" Her nostrilsflared with the question.
Jason pulled a small gold case from a breast pocket. From it he extracteda business card. He walked up to Lisa and handed it to her. "You'll have towait and see. Call the number." A smirk paraded across his face. "If you don't,you'll never know." He snapped the gold case closed and walked away.
* * *
She fumed through the rest of the photo shoot. Whenever Kenny suggesteda pose or change of background Lisa had to consciously avoid snapping his headoff. Everyone on the crew noticed the change. The emotional coldness promptedan early end to the session.
Lisa almost didn't notice and certainly didn't care until Kenny called herover. "What's up?" he asked.
"What do you mean?" she replied.
Kenny blew up. "Never answer a question with a question. Especially whenyou're not paying the bills!" He waited expectantly.
The perky blonde was taken aback by the attack. "I'm sorry," she said. "I'mhaving a bad day."
The photographer wasn't buying it. "You were having a great day until lunchtime.I'll ask you again – what happened?"
Lisa's chin dropped. "I ... I ... I met this guy ...."
Kenny's jaw dropped. "You met a guy – and so what? You're a professional,for chrissake! Don't bring your personal life to the job!" He glowered at her.
She was on the edge of tears. "I'm not. I mean, I didn't. Hell, I don'teven know the guy!" she explained in a rush. But the memories of the verbalexchange with Jason betrayed her. Her cheeks flushed and her nipples hardened – itwas an instantaneous transformation – her body was giving her away! "Hecame on to me over at Navy Pier," she finished lamely.
The photographer shook his head in disgust. "I don't know what he said,but it's had an obvious effect on you." He paused. "Hell, I don't know whetherit's even worth it to try another session." He drew her chin level with hisand made eye contact. "You need to fix whatever is broken, and right away.I can't go to the editor and tell him that a month's work has gone down thedrain because you've got the hots for some guy."
Lisa was astonished. "I never said I felt anything for him – I saidhe came on to me. I'm not involved with him."
Kenny shook his head once more. "Your lips are moving, but you're lying.These say it all," he finished as he tweaked her still turgid nipples. "I maybe gay, but I'm not stupid. Like I said, fix it." He pointed at his watch. "I'llexpect a phone call no later than nine o'clock tomorrow morning. If not ...." Hedidn't finish, but instead stalked back toward his equipment.
Her gaze followed him across the room. Oh, shit, she thought to herself.
* * *
The door was unlocked. Lisa dismissed the cabbie with a wave of her hand.The vehicle's gleaming yellow paint disappeared in the distance. What am Igetting myself into, she thought again to herself. Why did I come?
She knew the answer before she asked the question. There was something differentabout Jason. Something special. The something she had to know about – correction – thatshe was about to find out about. An uncontrollable shiver went up her back.She opened the door.
It wasn't a mansion, but it wasn't a hovel either. Occupying at least twofloors, the expanse of the foyer betrayed the fact that Jason Powell was afairly wealthy man. An ornate staircase as well as two corridors led away fromthe entrance. Lisa marveled that a person so young could afford such ostentatiousquarters. The samarai warrior's armor tucked in an alcove near the doorwaygave some notice of its owner's history. I wonder what he does for a living,she wondered.
"I'm a licensed troubleshooter." The words echoed in the room. She lookedup the staircase toward the sound. Jason stood near what appeared to be a familyportrait, leaning on the railing. "That's if you're wondering how I can affordthis. Really, I can't – it is part of an inheritance – but that'show I can afford to maintain it." His gaze penetrated the distance betweenthem and seemed to sear her soul.
"I'm sure," she murmured in response as he came down the stairs.
"Can I take your clothes?" he asked.
The question caught her off guard. "You mean my coat, don't you?"
"No. I meant your clothes. I have something else for you to wear." He smiled.It was a friendly smile meant to reassure. "Don't be afraid. I won't do anythingto hurt you or displease you."
Lisa flashed a frown. "I told you – I'm not afraid. But I didn't comehere to fall into bed. I came here to ... to ... to try and understand whatis going on between us." She flushed at the thought that immediately invadedher consciousness. "I don't deny that you're attractive, but I am my own person.I don't know that I need someone else right now in my life." Her eyes felltoward the floor.
"But you came here just the same."
"Yes ... yes, I did. But for my own reasons."
Jason grinned. "And they are?"
"I just told you. I want to understand what is going on here."
Jason shrugged. "That will only happen if you follow my instructions."
"And that means disrobing?" Lisa grimaced. "I wasn't prepared for that.I'll just go." She started for the door.
"Lisa!" Her name rang throughout the house, stopping her. "I didn't askyou to go naked. I'm asking you to change."
"And if I won't?"
"Then I'll call a cab for you."
She shook her blonde tresses in an intoxicating way, hesitating in thought,conflict etched in her eyes. Lisa finally took a deep breath and turned backtoward Jason. Why am I doing this? The sigh was loud enough for Jason to hear. "Wheredo I change?" she asked.
A leather bustier and pants lay on the upstairs bed in apparently what wasa guest room. A pair of black ankle boots with four inch heels was placed convenientlynearby. Lisa grinned. I can guess what his kink is, she thought. I wonder what'snext. Ready to find out, it took her only moments to don the leather, leavingher panties buried under the pile of her discarded outer garments.
"Where's the whip?" she muttered. "I'll make him pay!"
Jason stood in the doorway. "You don't get a whip with that outfit," hesaid quietly. As low as it was, it still carried throughout the room.
Lisa put her hands on her hips. "Why not?" she asked defiantly. "You'vegot me dressed up like some dominatrix!"
"Because you won't be able to lift it." He held the wool scarf in his hands. "Turnaround," he commanded, advancing into the room.
"What's that for?" she asked, although she knew the answer. Her nippleshardened and she felt the first of her pussy juices begin to moisten the leathersplayed between her legs. "Do we really need that?"
"Turn around." He waited.
Sighing some more, Lisa slowly turned. She waited expectantly.
Nothing happened.
She looked back over her shoulder.
Jason frowned. "You were told to turn around. You should do as you're told."
Lisa pouted. "It's not like I was cheating."
He whispered. "No, not cheating. But you want instant gratification. Thatonly happens in a perfect world. Haven't you heard that the best things cometo those who wait." His warm breath teased her ear. The moisture from his exhalationstickled and excited her. Lisa closed her eyes.
"No, open them. And look straight ahead." The words demanded instant complianceand she met the test.
After what seemed like hours, but was only minutes, the scarf drifted overher left shoulder and was brought up across her eyes. Gently, but firmly, hetied the scarf off behind her head.
"I think we're supposed to be in the kitchen," she mouthed softly. She couldhear him breathing behind her, and felt the weight of his fingers on her shoulder.
"Sshhhh," he whispered. "Don't speak. Listen." He thought for a second. "Don'ttouch. Feel. Don't hear. Experience." He stepped away.
There was a rustling at her side. Jason slid what felt like a leather gloveover her left hand and up her arm past her elbow. "Is it black?" she asked.Jason did not respond. The next glove went over her other hand and extendedpast the right elbow. She pinched a finger and thumb together and marveledat the texture and thinness of the leather. The smell joined that of the bustierand the pants to envelope her senses. She reveled in the sensuousness of itall.
She felt him grasp her gloved hands and swing them forward and backward.She tried to clench them, but he opened her hands each time. She tried to holdhis hands and he responded by freeing himself at every attempt. "Relax," hewhispered. "Relax."
Lisa relaxed, hands dangling until Jason, standing behind her, pulled thembehind her back. There was a tug on her hands and she was not sure becauseof the gloves but she thought they were covered with some sort of material.Seconds later her palms were drawn together by some sort of restraint.
Opening her eyes behind the blindfold she could see nothing. A rustlingsound betrayed the movement of more material up her arms. Finally she recognizedtwo leather belts being thrown across her shoulders and crisscrossed in frontof her. She tensed when she heard the leather slide against metal and heardthe sound of a zipper closing simultaneously with pressure drawing her elbowstogether. "Jason, what are you doing?" she cried.
There was no response. Instead she felt the leather straps, for that waswhat they were – not belts, tighten and draw the single sleeve furtherup her arms. The feeling of helplessness, rather than inspiring fear, causedher to secrete more juice from her wet pussy. Her clit tingled as doubt turnedto anticipation. What was he up to?
Other straps rustled and the single glove tightened further until the leatherwas taut at every point along her arms. The cocoon of leather strained hermuscles provoking feeble attempts at adjusting the garment. It was relentless.It did not yield relief.
Yet her moist pussy was evidence that she exulted in the confinement. Asif to acknowledge his success, Jason whispered in her ear again as he rubbeda hand against the slight leather indentation that framed her pussy lips. "Isee you are wet ... very wet." He took his hand away. "Don't worry, this isjust the beginning."
Lisa grunted. "Don't tease me," she complained.
"Ssshhh."
"Obviously you don't understand what I nee– Mmmmppphhhffft!" Her complaintwas suddenly interrupted by the insertion of an object in her mouth. Her tongueplayed over its surface as it was drawn deeper into her mouth. Why was he gaggingher? The tip of the object stopped its penetration at the entrance to her throat.Its bloated length was enhanced by various ridges and imperfections. Lisa didnot have to imagine what it was, she knew. It was a penis gag. "Mmmmppphhhfffffttttt!" shesounded. Its size prevented any meaningful speech. "Mmmmppphhhfffppptttt." Thesound died in her throat.
"Now, that's much better," Jason teased.
"Mmmmmppphhhhfffttttt!" Lisa swung the single glove about trying to releaseherself. "Mmmmmppphhhhffftttt!"
"I know. I know. But it's for your own good," he said. "I need to maintainfocus so that you have the best experience possible." He chuckled.
"Mmmmppphhhhfffffttttt!"
"Yes, I know," he smoothed. "Work with me here."
"Mmmmppphffftttttt."
Silence. Lisa felt Jason touching her leather bustier. She swung her shoulderinto him. "Mmmmpphhffftttt!" The movement knocked his hands away.
"Hmmm. I guess I'll have to teach you the value of teamwork." His footstepsfaded to another part of the room.
Suddenly Lisa heard a metallic sound down by her encased hands. Somethingquickly pulled the bottom of the single sleeve up until she was bent over,perched precariously forward. Just as quickly her legs were yanked apart andkept that way by some other form of restraint. The sudden movement caused theleather cushioning her cunt to flex and release her juices down her right thigh.Lisa moaned; the only sound making its way from her throat the guttural rumbleof sexual frustration.
"There we go." Jason stepped back to admire his captive. "Now, let's see.Where was I?" He moved around and untied the blindfold. "No need for this now.I want to see those pretty eyes."
Lisa stared at Jason. But for the rubber penis in her mouth she would havefrowned and shouted. But that was not to be. Drool penetrated past the bee-stungfeature and spread slowly down her chin.
"Tsk, tsk. You need to exercise better control." The smirk confirmed hisamusement. "However, now I think we need to concern ourselves with some changesin your wardrobe." Jason opened a dresser drawer and pulled forth a set ofmedical technician shears. "Don't worry. These can cut through just about anything." Yeteven as sharp as they were, it took several minutes to cut away the bustierand pants. A patina of sweat complemented Jason's efforts by the time he wasfinished. He stepped back to admire the view.
Lisa glared back at him. "Mmmmpphhhffftttt!" Silence. "Mmmfffppphhhttt!" Noresponse.
Jason smiled. Lisa's titties swayed precariously in front of him. He reachedforward and massaged each nipple, gratified when they hardened at his touch.Unable to move away Lisa moaned into her gag and drooled as the sexual heatof the moment stimulated every nerve in her body. She wanted fulfillment. Atthat moment she wanted to cum.
He stopped playing with her breasts and walked around behind her. Try asshe might Lisa could not keep him in sight. His fingers fondled her bottomcheeks, followed by his hands gripping and releasing her ass. Lisa leaned backwardas far as she could to encourage him, because that was all she could do.
Jason thrust two fingers into her pussy, and felt more than heard Lisa gasp.The gag stifled the mews and moans of approaching orgasm. Lisa shuddered. Thefingers withdrew. "Not yet, precious, not yet," he murmured.
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