were the first girl I ever met who owned anything even remotely fetishistic,” he told her.
“Oh yes, my rubber corset. It always made me dizzy after twenty or so minutes.”
“You never told me that.”
“You wouldn’t have let me wear it.”
“That’s true.”
“You were so paternal with me,” Garda smiled, seating herself on a leather pouf to pull on the seamed stockings gracefully.
“Goes with the territory,” Hugo told her, entranced by the way she put on her ultra high, black velvet, tapering, stack heeled pump and extended her long leg to admire the effect.
“Is that why all the girls in town follow you all around?” she gently mocked him, slipping on the blue gown.
“Not all, but maybe one more than is necessary at the moment,” Hugo replied, zipping her up then hooking the suspenders to the tops of the real silk stockings he had bought her as an additional present.
“I wish I didn’t have to go to this dinner,” she pouted, sitting down on his lap and impatiently wriggling her slim, muscular bottom while winding her arms around his neck. “Oh, it’s so good to feel you just as you were, only more so!”
“Make it a short dinner and come right back to me,” he ordered, patting her bottom through the velvet gown again.
She purred against his ear, “I love it when you tell me what to do.”
A few minutes later, while putting her into her rental car Hugo allowed her to take a last hit. “You’re so sweet,” she murmured, checking her makeup in the mirror. She was back to dark red lipstick and her russet hair was twisted up and held in place by a velvet clip.
“Remember what I told you about Randy, Garda. If he makes a move on you, brush him off. He’s developed the knack of pressuring women into giving him sex better than anyone I know, but there’s nothing in his bag of tricks to interest the likes of you.“
“Hugo,” Garda laughed, “do you even know how old I am?”
“Are you saying that in L.A. no woman over a certain age gets the make put on her?’
“Yes, Hugo. That is what I’m saying.” But Garda drove off gaily, merrily lit and looking forward with intense pleasure to the later portion of the evening.
Garda took the narrow coast road to Randy’s estate, warmed by Hugo’s compliments, but never expecting his predictions to come true. Randy Price was five to seven years her junior, frighteningly rich and according to Hugo, a ruthless operator. She expected to dine briefly, tour the shooting areas, get her contracts signed and leave without much ado.
Randy was tall, arresting and detached, but not unfriendly, as he showed Garda around and introduced her to their only other dining companion, his sister Marnie Price, a tall, raw boned blonde, very much in the New England mode, good looking, butch and crudely charming.
“I notice a remnant of an ex-punk past,” said Garda, tapping her own earlobe, which like Randy’s, bore the faint, ancient perforations of four piercings. “I’ll bet you used to have a Mohawk, huh?”
Randy admitted he had and stories of bands and clubs were exchanged. Garda thought, “What was Hugo talking about? Randy’s not so bad. And I love his sister!”
But less than three hours later, when she lightly rapped on Hugo’s front door, he opened it to a badly shaken redhead.
“You warned me, but I didn’t believe you,” she confided a few minutes later as he took her into his prettiest sitting room and handed her a glass of burgundy. “I feel stupid!”
Hugo felt a terrible arrow of jealousy pierce his heart. “Garda, you didn’t let Randy take advantage of you?”
“It all happened so quickly,” she explained, gratefully accepting a cigarette. “One minute he was showing me his signed copy of the Necronomicon and the next thing I knew, he was jamming his dick down my throat!”
“Oh, Garda!” Hugo snapped with real annoyance. “Why in the world did you let him?”
“I felt pressured, as though if I refused he’d kill the shooting space deal.”
“You let yourself be pressured into sex over something as trivial as that?”
“I’m not sure how it happened. I’m only sure it happened fast. He seemed to instinctively know all my vanilla buttons and pushed them in a row. The earlobe nibbling, the bosom squeezing, the digital penetration.”
“Preceded, I imagine by liberal inhalations of cocaine?” Hugo accused, remembering that this was Randy’s drug of choice, which also accounted for his general greed and irascibility.
“Gee, you know him well.”
“Gee, I know you well,” said Hugo cynically.
“Hugo, I feel wretched.”
“It’s the cocaine and cheap, meaningless sex. Smoke some weed, take the thrashing you deserve from me and you’ll feel better.”
“Hugo, this never happens to me,” she explained, curling up on the hearthrug in front of the fire.
“Maybe if you wore blue velvet and corsets instead of austere business suits it would happen more often,” he pointed out, sitting down beside her and removing her ultra high-heeled pumps one by one.
“Thank you!” she cried.
“I’ll find you another pair to set off your corset,” he said, disappearing upstairs and returning to her a few minutes later with a pretty pair of lower heeled black brocade pumps with high vamps. “You’re the same size as Laura,” he told her, slipping the 18th century style shoes on Garda’s graceful feet. “Turn around, I’ll unzip you,” he told her. She let him help her out of the dress, which revealed her charmingly corseted, long, slim torso.
”You’re just as delicious as ever,” he told her, holding her waist between his hands. “But I’m highly incensed at your letting Randy Price see you, no less have you in this!” Hugo declared, pulling her across his knee and giving her eight or ten quick smacks on her fully pantied bottom, which appeared as taut and smooth as ever under the sheer briefs. “You’ve behaved shockingly, young lady, even for you!” he said, with a half dozen more spanks, before letting her up.
Garda, blushing furiously, took her wine across the room. He laughed at her embarrassment. “Has it been so long since you’ve been turned over somebody’s knee?” he asked.
“About 22 years,” she admitted, pretending to study his bookcase and presenting an elegant rear view.
“Is this true?”
“I kept trying out different masters. But as you know, they don’t often specifically spank.”
Hugo smiled, “I binged on slaves for a while myself.”
“Really?”
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