Wayward Wife's Punishment
Chapter 26
For the rest of the week, that is up until Friday, things went as well
as they could at work and even better at home. At the rabbit warrens people
left me alone and the machines took it easy on me. Most of them hummed, buzzed
and clicked like they were supposed to, and the few that acted a bit more
off-kilter, turned out to be just looking for a little love and attention in the
form of a fresh battery or a squirt of silicone oil. Silicone oil is an amazing
compound, it keeps most machines purring and it also allows women to enhance
their figures to attract those unfortunates that never recovered from being
weaned from their mothers' teats.
WooWoo hung around and made my life interesting with her constant desire
to play games, all sorts of games that always resulted in me delivering large
amounts of semen into the various orifices of her body. However I also enjoyed
snuggling with my little Asian tomcat just before drifting off to sleep. I was
beginning to realize that perhaps she and I had some kind of a long-term future,
and that thought both warmed and chilled me, depending on how I viewed it. I
never said I was the most stable of men, now did I? Don't get me started about
male insecurity, or we'll all be sorry.
On Friday I was sitting in my cubbyhole catching up on some paperwork
when who should casually drop in to chat with me but Ms Lilith Landry, in the
flesh, and showing quite a bit of it at present. My antenna began vibrating at
the scent of trouble, big trouble. I went into safe mode and awaited her
assault. We made small talk for a minute or two and I began to relax; Ms Landry
was just pressing the flesh in a sense, making all us peons know that she wanted
us to feel free to approach her in our hour of need. I had heard that one a few
times before in my life. After all, why else would she be wasting her time even
talking to me? I just made sure all those electronic doodads stayed happy so
management could continue to play their silly games. At that point I switched to
auto mode and started thinking about what WooWoo and I would be doing over the
weekend. A minute or so later I felt her pressing the flesh some more, only this
time it wasn't my hand she was squeezing.
"My secretary Ms Jones tells me you are quite the ladies man around
here. She tells me that you have harassed her on a number of occasions, but her
immediate supervisor took no action despite her complaints about your behavior.
What do you have to say for yourself Mr. Ellison?" It took me a moment to
realize that I was being gamed, but by whom? My initial reaction, which I
quickly supressed, was to tell this woman where she could put this wonderful
job. Then my urge for economic self-preservation came to the fore and so I
adopted a different tactic.
"Ms. Jones and I had a brief and most unsatisfying relationship. It was
discrete and had no impact on her or my job performance. Why she has chosen to
poison the waters isn't unexpected, since I've refused her recent overtures to
reunite. If you want to accept what's she's said as the truth, than I better
pack up and find another place to ply my trade. I don't expect any difficulty in
finding future employment provided I'm not stabbed in the back by this unfounded
accusation. Oh, while we are on that subject, I'm sure her good friend and
roommate, Frances Forbes, will support her accusations. That woman played a
large part in breaking up the relationship I had with Ms. Jones. That's all I'm
going to say, so I'd appreciate it if you either tell me to start looking for
another job or let me go back to doing what I'm paid to do."
At this point I didn't give a hoot or holler in hell about how Lilith
Landry reacted to what she'd heard. My blood was up, big time! I finally looked
over at the lady in question to be confronted by a knowing grin and a nod of her
head. "Well spoke young man, we must continue this little chat at some later
time since I have other more important things to do at the moment. Do me one
small favor and write your phone number down for me. It would be so much easier
for all concerned if I didn't have to bother the HR people with a request for it
instead."
This was one cool customer and someone that I'd have to be very careful
around. I couldn't help but think about the latest coincidence, another member
of the alliteration gang had arrived to pull my chain, send me to heaven or
hell, confound and confuse me and probably do all of the above at one time or
another before kicking me to the curb. In restrospect my feelings of being
put-upon were masking the other part of my personality which was jumping around,
doing cartwheels. My true feelings towards L squared, as I now named her, were
more ones of curiosity and even excitement. I was becoming a coincidence junkie,
eager to stick my head in the lion's or was it the lioness' mouth in hopes of
getting my action fix. Once again my life was about to get more complicated; I
could hardly contain myself with anticipation.
If my life were a novel, instead of real, no self respecting author
could write the next few pages without his or her tongue in cheek. Things just
don't happen the way they were playing out; sure they don't! The rest of the day
passed uneventfully and I escaped for what I hoped would be a freaky, fun-filled
weekend with my little Chinese playmate, who I was beginning to tease by calling
her Micropussy. She was not amused, but somehow, for reasons only known to her,
she still allowed me to live and play in her little part of the universe.
All this quickly changed on Saturday evening while we were resting up
from the latest kinky endeavor which had involved WooWoo and three quarts of hot
water laced liberally with pickled jalapino peppers guaranteed to remove the
lining from your mouth, or in her case the mucous membrane from an even more
sensitive region of her tight little bod. By this time I had finally gotten my
license as a full fledged operator of that rubber contraption that she called
her delivery system. This meant I could now gag her after I'd forced her to
swallow enough of a mutually agreed upon liquid to cause her little belly to
pooch out as if she were approaching her fifth month.
All this was merely the precursor to the main event which involved
administering mammoth quantities of still another mutually agreed upon liquid
into her innards via the "delivery system". WooWoo utterly abhorred using the
word "enema" interchangeably to describe the procedure as well as its method of
delivery. On this matter she was intransigent, and I went along with her demands
in the interests in keeping the peace. That last word can be spelled two ways,
and in this situation both ways would be most appropriate.
Without so much as a tear or a catch in her voice Shirley Wu announced
she was leaving to go to school in a place called Palo Alto, home to Stanford
University. "At least I won't be freezing my tush any longer." she observed, as
my head spun and my chest felt constricted. "By the way, the delivery system is
going with me. It's too bad you won't come along with it as well. It's tough
finding qualified people to operate it." At that point she sniffed, a sign that
in a sense she was sorry to see our relationship end this way, but she had other
fish to fry and yours truly had just been a bump in the road. At that moment I
suddenly felt old, an unexpected reaction to my loss of this kinky little girl
who made me laugh so often and had spoiled me forever when it came to the
younger and fairer sex. I won't go into any further details for they would add
nothing to the story I'm recounting. The next morning she bid me farewell and
departed the premises carrying her delivery system in a shopping bag. She did
however leave me the coils of rope as a momento. I wondered if I'd ever see her
again.
Late that bleak, lonely afternoon the phone rang and I grabbed it like I
was a drowning man and it was a lifejacket. In my rather confused state it was
not possible to identify the voice on the other end once I realized it was not
WooWoo telling me she couldn't bear to be away from me. The voice said she was
Lilith Landry and hoped she'd not called at a bad time. What could I say? I went
on automatic pilot and lied through my teeth, saying all was going well and
aologizing profusely for not recognizing her voice.
I'll give L squared high marks for directness; she promptly invited me
to join her for dinner at a downtown restaurant well known for its excellent
food and drinks that were served in a bowl. Despite my misgivings I accepted her
invitation and promised to be there at the appointed time, not even going
through the charade of inquiring as to the why of this sudden invitation. I was
sure of one thing, I wasn't getting laid this evening, that was just not in the
cards at this stage of the dance we were about to perform.
I arrived a few minutes before the appointed time and located my "date"
for the evening in the bar, sucking up one of those giant drinks. Lilith was
dressed casually in pants and a bulky sweater beneath her outer matching jacket.
The outfit did an excellent job of concealing her figure, but in this light her
face was softer, almost pretty. She could have easily passed for one of those
soccer moms, but had not yet developed that ruddy complexion that identified her
as the outdoors kind that seemed to thrive in this arctic environment which was
probably no more than a week from settling in for the long dark winter that made
living here so stressful unless you drank a lot, a whole lot.
We made small talk once we were seated, waiting for our hostess to
appear with the menus and the little spiel about what the specials for the
evening were. Lilith still had a portion of her drink and she occasionally
sipped it as we got a bit more comfortable. I soon joined her in sucking up some
alcohol, which I certainly needed after all that had transpired this day. After
the salad she made her initial move, probing me about Jill, and after being
satisfied with my laconic replies to her set of questions, moved on to the
subject of Glinda.
I had to admit that she was demonstrating a gift for organization and
logic that made me even more cautious about revealing anything of a personal
nature to her at this time. I parried her rapid fire series of questions
concerning my brief interlude with GG, and we took a break for the main course,
which proved to be well prepared and properly cooked. I could see that her years
in Dallas had given her an appreciation for well aged beef, something to file
away for future reference.
While we were waiting for dessert she got down to cases, to wit her
secretary, Jillian Jones. You talk about it being a small world, this was
ridiculous! Once more in my mind I could hear the faint wheezing coming from the
calliope as it began to build up a head of steam. For a very brief moment I felt
like Dorothy in the knowledge that I wasn't where I thought I was. I mentally
sat back and got ready to enjoy the ride.
It seems that last summer Lilith had taken her holiday, as she still
called it, back in her shire, revisiting the area in which she had grown up and
been educated. One of the people she visited was the daughter of an old friend.
She had been recently married to a man from the area and was expecting her first
child in about four months. This young lady, Miriam was her name, confided to
Lilith that her husband of less than a year had confessed to her that he had
been having an affair with Miriam's aunt who had been staying with them for the
better part of a month. I just sat there and began to feel that numbness set in
that signaled it was time to go for a ride on the merry-go-round as the calliope
lurched into the first few notes of the Funeral March of the Marionettes.
I couldn't resist, today had been just too, too stressful to deal with
this news on top of all else. "His name wasn't Ian by any chance, was it?" I
asked, watching her face begin to collapse and run like some kind of an abstract
painting. Lilith Landry looked as if she had seen a ghost or maybe an imp from
hell. That solid facade began to come apart, so taken aback was she by my most
accurate stab in the dark. I now was in that weird position of being able to see
into parts, not all, of the future. It was going to be a wild, E-ticket ride and
I could hardly wait for it to start.
Lilith downed the rest of that huge drink she had been nursing all
during dinner, and did her best to recover from the shock that she was having
dinner with a mindreader, or worse. I like to see this efficient lady a bit
disorganized, it made her more human. That was good, since I could tell that she
was going to involve me somehow in some kind of vengeance scenario, and I was
definitely going to be up for it! I patted her hand and gave Lilith my small
boy's smile, which usually worked with older women. She brightened up
considerably and even squeezed my hand in response. For some insane reason I
just knew that if I played my cards right, this very night I could be unwrapping
Lilith Landry from all that tweedy, bulky clothing and seeing what was really
beneath the facade and the garments. Then one of the other guys who live in my
head came out and gave me a quick one to the nads, and that made all those nasty
thoughts disappear.
Now, her equilibrium fully restored, Lilith claimed control over the
conversation once more. I quickly apologized for raining on her parade in a
manner of speaking, but I had been very suspicious of the story JJ had given me
upon returning from her visit to England, and as Lilith started to reveal the
time of her visit and the name of JJ's niece, I just put two and two together
multiplied by the speed of light in centimeters per second and divided it by
JJ's bust measurement to arrive at my conclusion.
That little flight of fancy seemed to break the ice between us and
suddenly we were two co-conspirators. Lilith even went so far as to ask me what
JJ's bust size was, and when I told her she giggled and said she had her beat by
a good two inches. That little come hither comment woke little Mikey up from a
sound sleep and he began stirring around, a source of distraction and some
embarrassment to yours truly. I put that remark behind me for the moment and
laid some of my cards on the table.
I have no idea why I told this woman, who I hardly knew, as much as I
did that evening. We had adjourned to the cozy little bar that served as the
waiting area for the place's patrons and over another one of those gargantuan
drinks I gave her some of the highlights of my last five months, leaving out all
of the juicier portions which I could see her filling in as fast as I moved on
to the next event. Then she gave me a surprise of sorts. Leaning forward she
took my hand and gave it more than a squeeze as she said, "You appear to be a
nexus. I've heard about people like you, but you're the first I've ever
encountered. I shan't let you go, be certain of that"
By then the alcohol had diminished my senses just enough so that I
passed on what seemed to be an invitation from her. Luckily for me that had not
been her intention and so I scored big points without even knowing it. As I had
suspected, she was very interested in knowing whether or not I might be willing
to assist her in gaining some degree of revenge for the trouble JJ had visited
upon Miriam. Before we parted company, the framework for our alliance had been
established and it was agreed that we would rendezvous at her place sometime
during the upcoming week to develop the plan further.
As I carefully drove back to my apartment, I couldn't help but wonder
what role this woman would ultimately play in my future. The pain associated
with WooWoo's sudden departure had been tempered greatly by this latest
adventure I was about to experience. In truth I had become addicted to action,
or was it the turmoil that also accompanied it? I'd have to cogitate on that
matter some time when my brain was not befogged by alcohol and angst. In the
meantime I whistled along with the calliope as it steamed away inside my head
and I heard those strange silvery voices tee-heeing in the background.
(To be continued)
