CHAPTER FOUR: DRESS REHEARSAL
Story so far:
As told in Chapter One ('Setting the Scene'), Sam is a personal trainer to a married couple named Laura and Chris. Her training of them quickly develops from athletic to sexual instruction and soon she moves into their home and begins taking over their lives. In Chapter Two ('Assembling the Cast'), Sam assumes full time control, emptying their bank account, and keeping Chris in strict chastity, whilst starting Laura out in a lucrative career.
In Chapter Three ('Following the Script'), a list of FAQs introduce Laura's new life under Sam's supervision. One day, Steve, an ex-school buddy of Chris, stumbles across Slut-2-Fuck's online profile, giving Sam another opportunity to ratchet up the humiliation levels for her married servants.
Sam is only 23, 5'6" of trim muscle, with new enhanced boobs, citron-yellow hair and an elfin-face. Laura is a pretty 27 yr old green eyed brunette with a 34D chest and great legs. Chris is also 27 with caramel hair, brown eyes, spectacles and he now lives in a steel chastity tube. Steve is 28, with brown eyes and handsome, faintly villainous good looks.
"Chris, get some wine, and Laura, see what's on TV. A horror movie or something?"
Steve whistled. "Hey, nice place, Chris. You're obviously doing okay."
Laura cringed. This was all going wrong. Sam even seemed to be enjoying their embarrassment. How the hell could they explain the bedrooms to Steve if he went upstairs.
She switched on the TV and selected the movie channels. Behind her, Sam had sunk into the sofa and Steve was perusing the bookshelves, snooping through their possessions. Chris came in with glasses and a bottle of wine.
"How about some porn?" Sam giggled. "Have you got any porn?"
"No." Laura replied, settling on a movie channel. "How about this?" It was some old black and white film with a werewolf in it.
"No porn?" Steve frowned. "That's not like you Chris. You never had your dick out of your hand when we were younger."
Everybody laughed, but it was a barbed comment. Laura blushed.
"What about home-made? Surely you and the missus have filmed yourselves?"
Chris smiled weakly and passed Steve a full glass. "Nope. Not us."
Laura caught Sam's eye and her heart filled with dread. She knew what Sam was going to say before she said it.
"Check inside that book there, Steve. I've saw some discs hidden there once."
There was stunned silence.
"This one? Here we are." Steve held up three silver discs triumphantly. "Secret stash."
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Chris sat helplessly in a dining chair and waited. It was the same chair he had humped his dick against the most recent time he'd been allowed to cum.
He didn't know which of Laura's escapades he was about to witness on screen, but whatever, he knew it would be excruciatingly embarrassing. And once Steve knew, then pretty soon everybody else would know. The idea of being 'outed' terrified him. And yet he could feel his cock tightening inside its steel cage.
"You have a nice young visitor today."
He recognised Sam's voice coming out of the TV speakers. The image was grainy, soft focus. A title appeared on screen in large red letters:
'Slut-2-Fuck Number IV'
The title dissolved and was replaced by a second line:
'The slut entertains her husband's Friend'.
"He'll start with one of your best blowjobs."
It was Sam's voice again. The picture slowly sharpened into focus. Laura was hooded but he knew immediately it was her. She was kneeling on the rug in just a quarter cup bra that was too small for her, and a thong.
He looked over at the sofa. Sam and Steve were grinning back at him. Laura was sitting on the floor between them, hiding her face in her hands.
"Mmm." A deep voice murmured. "Lick my balls, Laura."
Chris realised it was Steve a second before he saw him on screen. Laura's hands reached out blindly on screen. It was obvious she'd done this kind of thing before. She unbuckled his belt and tugged down his zip.
"Come here." Steve called over to Chris, curling a finger.
His legs felt shaky. He slowly got up out of his chair. It all made sense now. The accidental meeting. Steve joining them. Coming back here. It had all been pre-planned. His fate had been sealed. Sam was such a wicked bastard.
"Kneel down there and make a footrest for me."
There had already been moments when Chris resisted inside. The turmoil of battle between his heart and his head. This was another one. He didn't have to obey Steve. He could tell him to fuck off. Right here. Right now. This was his house.
But he got down on all fours like a dog, in front of the sofa, right next to his wife, facing the TV.
On screen, Laura was licking Steve's balls while he was winking lasciviously at the camera.
"Your mistress tells me you're married, Laura?"
"Mmm."
Somehow Chris couldn't tear his eyes from the screen. Then he felt Steve's heavy feet on his back. He was a fucking footstool for a guy he'd known all his life!
"His name is Chris?" Steve asked onscreen.
"Mmm."
"This is a good bit coming up." Sam said. "Laura, get in the same position alongside Chris and make a footstool for me too."
Like a fucking automaton, his wife got out of her sitting position and squatted on all fours next to him. Her body touched his. They were both dressed but he felt himself shy away from her. They were like a pair of horses pulling a carriage. He wanted to shut his eyes but he was mesmerised.
"Lick my asshole, Laura."
Omigod. He dry-swallowed with shame. His wife's face was in his friend's ass.
"Do you lick Chris's asshole?"
Sam and Steve both laughed hysterically behind him. Sam's feet were stretched out over Laura's back. They were drinking wine.
Laura mumbled a negative reply from the depths of Steve's anus.
"Liar. She used to." Sam answered Steve's onscreen question, poking the back of Laura's head. "Didn't you? Briefly. When I began both your training."
"Y ... yes."
His wife's voice was barely a whisper. She nodded her head once.
"But she prefers other guys'shitters now, don't you?"
There was a short silence. Everybody waited for Laura's hushed response.
"Yes..... I do."
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Laura could hardly bear to watch.
She remembered the first time she'd met him. It was at a party Chris took her to. She met lots of his mates that night. But Steve had looked at her with those eyes of his. She'd felt them appraising her, checking her mouth, her cleavage, her body out.
She was much younger then but any woman instinctively knows. There are men for whom their friendship with a mate is more important than anything. And there are men who will fuck that mate's woman without a thought for the friendship. Steve fell into the latter category.
So she had always kept him at arm's length.
Until ... he was fucking her like a dog.
The film had been edited by somebody. At least two cameras, two angles. One obscenely displayed his muscled buttocks as he slammed into her. She could remember how good it felt.
She squirmed with shame, sensing Chris's body adjacent to hers. Seeing her. It was blatantly obvious how much she was into it.
She certainly hadn't been faking it for once as she shrieked in a disgusting, disgraceful, wonderful, toe-curling orgasm.
She watched Steve onscreen wink arrogantly directly at the camera lens. He'd obviously known then she'd be watching him now.
"Oh Laura."
The picture blurred as a tear of self knowledge rolled down her cheek.
She still wanted this. However, terribly things may turn out. She felt like a junkie must, in the days when they still have some kind of choice: the peaks and troughs of a life with drugs versus the monotony of a life without highs.
She watched Steve ram his length into her and throw his head back.
"And Chris." He hollered.
She felt as if a syringe of submission had just been injected into her vein.
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Sam slept with Steve in her double bed.
She no longer thought of the bed, or the room, as Chris and Laura's. She wasn't borrowing them any more. They were hers now. It was her double bed.
She had enjoyed normal, vanilla, almost romantic sex with Steve. After the alcohol and excitement, they undressed feverishly, kissing each other hungrily. But Sam managed to control their pace. She stopped to light candles, to explore each other's fit bodies, before he thrust into her urgently from underneath.
They didn't discuss Chris and Laura until afterwards.
"You're mine." She said, her head resting on his shoulder in the dark, twiddling his chest hairs gently in her fingers.
He pulled her to him. "You were much better than her."
Sam snorted. "Don't think flattery is going to get me to lick your asshole."
He laughed, before a moment's silence.
"Thank you for the most brilliant evening."
Sam felt warm inside. "The first of many, I hope."
He kissed the top of her head. "You think Chris will stomach it?"
"Chris!" she giggled. "Of course he will. But it will still be fun trying to push him too far."
She felt him hardening against her thigh.
"That idea excites you, huh? Pushing Chris to his absolute limit?"
