Brian Allen sat in the restaurant trying to keep his mind on business. He knew the two investors were excellent prospects since he had checked out their portfolio thoroughly before agreeing to the meeting. He also knew they were two single women in their mid-twenties with graduate degrees, substantial bank accounts and nothing but wide open futures ahead of them.
He had only his fiftieth birthday and the inevitable surprise party his wife was certain to throw for him to look forward to. He dreaded going home. It wasn't that he was depressed at passing the half century mark. His twenty-six year marriage was a good one. His three children all excelled in school, and his business was thriving. He just wasn't very enthusiastic about spending the evening listening to over the hill jokes and being reminded that he had gained more weight and lost more hair than most of his friends. Another time, another place and he would have been trying to pick up the two attractive women, not close a business deal with them. Who was he kidding? Their ages together didn't even add up to his own.
Brian tried to concentrate on business, but his eyes kept drifting from the contracts on the table to Sandra's soft, delicate fingers that caressed the pen as she signed her name. He watched her put it gently in her mouth as she read the contract, her tongue traveling around the tip. How he envied that pen! To distract himself, he checked his watch. The guests would be arriving around seven o'clock he guessed. so he'd best wrap things up and proceed to the inevitable.
Brian collected the contracts from the women. He extended his handshake to Elizabeth who held it gently in her own, her deep blue eyes fixed deliberately on his. Brian felt himself getting uncomfortably warm. He quickly finished his drink and called for the check. As he tried to signal the waiter, his vision started to blur. Brian put on his glasses, apologized inanely to the women for his physical flaw, and tried to read the check but the glasses didn't help. Suddenly, the room started to spin. He knew he hadn't had that much to drink, but he was dizzy. Sandra and Elizabeth didn't seem to notice that he was in any discomfort.
"Ladies," he started, "I'm afraid, I'm not feeling too well. If you could..." but he never finished the sentence. The last thing Brian thought of just before passing out was his wife, Denise.
It was pitch dark when he woke up. He tried to move, but his wrists and ankles were shackled to the bed. He was naked. What kind of hospital is this? he thought.
"Nurse. Doctor. Is anybody there?" Silence. He heard a door open and someone turned on a small light.
"Who's there? Where am I?" he called out. Silence again.
Brian was getting nervous. This certainly wasn't any hospital he'd ever been in before. Then he saw them. Sandra and Elizabeth... Their business suits replaced by strands of leather and very sheer lace. In spite of his apprehension, Brian could feel himself getting aroused.
"Well, I see we're awake. Now the fun can begin." Sandra said, her voice low and seductive.
"Sandra? Elizabeth? What's going on?"
"Shhhh" Elizabeth whispered. "We just wanted to thank you for all the work you did for us. Now just lay back and relax, but not too much." She giggled.
Brian did what she asked as Sandra began rubbing his feet. Elizabeth was behind him and started massaging his shoulders. She'd put some warm oil on her hands and it felt wonderful. He'd tried to move, but forgot he was tied to the bed.
"What's with these?" he asked, pulling at the ropes.
"Shhhhh. We don't want you to do anything but lay there and enjoy us."
"We want you totally helpless and at our mercy." Elizabeth giggled. " It heightens the pleasure to surrender yourself, so don't resist."
