Chapter 4: Driving her mad with pleasure
The script for the pink panty prize was simple. The silk G-string panties were miniscule coverings for her shaved pussy with a small pocket in the gusset that contained a micro vibrator the string itself would vibrated between the wearers cheeks. The vibrator was controlled by remote control tuned to a cell phone function. Control was simple the higher the number the more intense the vibrations, more concentrated and refined control could be had by moving the mouse across a graphic model of the panties on a computer screen. The prizewinner had this control and this was the only touch he was allowed of her and she was not allowed any contact with any other man or woman. She would be a shivering dripping begging mess by nightfall.
Ronson had become a voyeur of late. He had not had sex other than masturbation for almost five years now and his shyness and introversion even scared off the most overt potential partners. The one girlfriend he had when he was 28 turned out to be a hooker and despite her insistence that he was the man she loved he could not cope with the thought that she had sex with so many men. It had been her that had invited him to the Extreme Tease Club and whilst he enjoyed his time with her there his shyness and lack of confidence led him to profound jealousy and arguments that split up the relationship. She had an affair that turned into marriage and he never saw her at the club again. He guessed he had been foolish with her and misjudged her intent and from that time on his broken heart never permitted him to do more than watch and masturbate.
Candy was one of his favourites. Barely a week went by when he didn't' fantasise about her or watch the reruns of her performances on his computer. He had rehearsed how he would make love to her a million times and now he was to get his chance. He nervously opened his email and followed the instructions that led him to the cams that showed her apartment. The thought of watching her all day thrilled him to the core. He waited patiently for the screen to open and activated his own web cam so that she could see and hear him. He fumbled through his pocket for the remote control and placed it next to his mouse. Using Bluetooth he could simply use the computer to activate the vibrating panties or the phone itself- the two were synced. The thought of pleasuring this iconic beauty made him tingle with excitement.
Candy stepped from the shower dripping wet and reached for a large fluffy white towel. The cam's were not due to be switched on for half an hour and she had time for a leisurely shower and makeup session and perhaps a coffee in relative peace. She dried herself briskly and reached for her short royal blue satin robe and slid her arms through the sleeves and tied it loosely around her slender waist leaving her cleavage exposed in the way that had become her habit. Men liked a hint of body- just enough to send the right message, to be evocative not enough to be a complete tart. Strangely enough men never thought of Candy as start and she so vehemently disliked the term slut that no one dared to use it in the same breath as her name.
Women who liked sex were often called sluts. Males got called studs. The inequity of it had always puzzled candy and she actively attacked any male that called her or any woman who dressed seductively or liked sex as a slut. She thought of herself as one step further than sexually active. 'Sexually hyperactive' is what Tom had called her. She giggled at the thought of him. He made her laugh, his sense of humour was the sexiest thing about him, the more she thought about him the more she knew she was doing the right thing giving up the club. He was worth it she wanted to make him happier than he'd ever been and she desperately wanted babies. The body-stretching nightmare of babies didn't scare her she knew that Tom was a man who would love her body and soul in any shape.
Candy sat at her mirror and eyed the clock on the wall covered in mist from the steamy shower she had just had. Fifteen minutes- time to do her makeup she had been daydreaming about Tom and their babies. Tom had seemed concerned last night after she had screwed Anthony. He was her own age and a sexual athlete that obviously turned her on and made her want him. When she had flaunted the club rules and let him cum in her delicious ass hole Tom actually thought he had lost her. Candy reassured him that while she enjoyed him she had found him an arrogant self-centred and power obsessed male who only really wanted to fuck Candy to prove to everyone what a stud he was.
Candy had made it quite clear that she wanted to tear his ego down at every opportunity. The cum in her ass had been a momentary lapse that she enjoyed but then she enjoyed sex and he was good at it. Besides Anthony had the hots for bigger breasted women like the one in his office and would most likely make her his conquest. Candy had no intentions or desire to have a rematch with him. It was Tom's trust and understanding that made Candy melt when she thought of him. They both expressed their ardor for each other when they made love slowly tenderly and generously attending to each others needs until they climaxed in the way that only those in love experience, teasing foreplay, sex, and afterglow merging into a seamless tender embrace.
Candy forced her thoughts away from Tom and onto the show she was about to give her last public display. She had plans for a special gift for Tom when she had finished this but this would be her last time with another man. Peter Ronson's profile was sad of all the wounded sexual egos she had encountered his stood out. A man who hadn't had sex with a woman for five years was going to be her last lover. He would tease her mercilessly first. Candy had been a little reticent about the scenario she had devised. Part of her pleasure was the power she had over men with her body, her evocative manner and her endless sexual energy, relinquishing this to a voyeur who was boiling over with desire and could barely string two phrases together to talk to any woman was dangerous. Still uncertainty and virginity excited her and fucking a guy who hadn't had sex for years was like fucking a virgin.
Candy finished her makeup. She wore minimal make up- a little eye shadow, eyeliner and lip-gloss was all she needed. Her perfect skin radiated her prettiness the eyes and lip adornments simply drew attention to her deep blue eyes and pouting cupids bow lips. She gave her silken hair a few brushes and shook it a little so it settled on her shoulders reflecting the bright lights of her makeup mirror.
'Show time.' She uttered under her breath as she glanced at the clock and cleft the bathroom. The cam's sprang to life and hundreds of pairs of eyes followed her shapely form into the kitchen as she casually made herself a flat white coffee using her Italian automatic coffee machine, a gift from Tom. She took a gulp from the mug as men ogled her delectable ass from behind through the kitchen cams. The satin robe clung tightly to her body, the hem sitting just below her smooth shaven pussy. Imagination is a wonderful thing and most men were imagining taking her now bending over the bench. She gulped her coffee again and reached behind to her ass cheeks and smoothed the fabric over her sleek buns then turned to walk to her office and log in to her computer.
Peter's over eager face was waiting for her in a corner of her monitor.
' Hi Peter, can you see me alright?'
She began to massage her breast through the satin robe so that the nipple stiffened, first one then the other. She watched to see Peter's reaction. He was almost motionless with fear. He couldn't believe this goddess that had starred in all his most significant fantasies was talking to him. He nodded his head awkwardly and grunted a nervous:
'Yeah sure fine. Mmmmmm you're so beautiful Candy.'
' Thank you Peter I'm glad you like me. We're gonna have a lot of fun today. I'm really looking forward to it. Especially tonight when you can do this to me.'
