Good Wife University (GWU) Alumni
By bobbi jo
Part 1 - Chapter Fourteen
Maria and Friends: Masochist
"I can't believe this," Shirley smiled, recounting her money and deciding how
much of the pile of cash to declare to the IRS. "I'm fat and I still made more
then forty bucks an hour."
"You're going to be sore tomorrow," Maria warned. "But if you keep dancing,
you'll lose weight pretty quick and the soreness will go away as you get used to
the work. Now let's do some real work. Here, everybody." She passed out two
small, bound ledgers to each of the women. "One for the IRS, one for real." She
also gave each woman a spiral notebook. "Even if it stays in your checking
account for now, set aside at least ten percent for savings. If you're saving
for something special, like a car or rent, set some more aside for that. To
figure out how much, you need a budget. Take out..."
"I'm too tired for this," Crystal the Pizza Girl, nicknamed 'PG21' by the
customers, complained. "Can't this wait until tomorrow?"
"Be here with your books at three-thirty tomorrow afternoon," Maria said firmly.
"And bring your check book and..."
"I don't have a check book," Charli interrupted.
"You'll open an account on Monday," Maria told her. "And we'll look for a place
to live, too. Well, I guess we're not going to get anything else done tonight.
There's food upstairs. Come on."
"Food? At this hour?" Rocky and Kat were surprised.
"Everybody has to tip Jennifer five bucks," Maria grinned. "She fixed us
something to eat after the kids went to sleep."
And what a feast Jennifer prepared: baked lasagna, garlic bread, tossed salad,
and chocolate brownies with chocolate ice cream on top. Jenni blushed as Rocky,
Tom, Ming's husband Greg, and ten topless women pounced on the food that she
brought down to the mezzanine. Then she felt a flush of pride as she accepted
compliments and thanks from the starving workers.
After a bit of pleasant conversation, Rat and Tom left the club for the short
walk to his apartment. Denni, Mel, and Jane decided not to spend another night
in the flop pad and went with the couple. Ming left with her husband. Kit and
Kat helped clean up and went to their respective apartments after offering
Jennifer their couch. Maria counter-offered the mattress in the flop pad and
Jennifer chose to join her older friend along with Shirley, Charli, and Crystal,
the former pizza delivery girl. They quickly showered and crashed, completely
exhausted.
--==*==--
Everyone slept in on Sunday. Maria woke Charli for church, assuming that she was
Catholic. They barely made it to the crowded 11 a.m. mass. Maria left a card
offering a half-price table dance in the songbook. At noon, they picked up
Dunkin' Donuts and milk for the others, passing out more of the dance cards as
they went. When they got back to their flop pad, Shirley and Jennifer were up,
talking.
"I shouldn't have donuts," Shirley said, groaning as she stretched stiff, sore
muscles.
"You'll burn it all up this evening. You're dancing tonight."
"I'm too sore. I ache all over."
"And you'll be sore every time you dance unless you keep doing it at least every
other day for a week or two. Once your body's used to it, you'll be fine, but if
you wait until you're not sore any more, the next time you dance, you'll be just
as sore all over again. So you dance tonight. You can take Monday off, then
dance Tuesday, off Wednesday and Thursday, if you want. Then plan to work next
Friday and Saturday. OK?"
Shirley groaned. Maria offered a massage, then threatened to tie her up if she
didn't strip herself and endure the massage. Of course, the Latina couldn't
resist teasing Rocky's baby sister when the youngster's fat nipples stood up.
Rocky, Kat, and her sister stopped by after church. "It wasn't as bad as I
remembered," Kat told Maria.
"It's good for the kids, too," Maria grinned.
Jennifer went home in a cab, pleased to have earned a nice chunk of money for
Christmas shopping. Before she left, Maria worked out a budget with her. Then
Maria she sat down with Charli and helped her come up with a budget that would
let her rent an apartment by New Years and buy a used car a month or two later.
Shirley was next.
Maria's lecturing and cajoling earned her the nickname 'Mother' as she insisted
that everyone budget and account for all their earnings. Once she was satisfied,
Maria led a discussion of plans for the club. "Should we have themes? How about
an amateur night? Darlene, Katy, and I were looking for amateur nights as an
audition."
"If I get to dance, Kat'll take anybody," Shirley laughed.
"No," Kat told everyone. "You have to be sober and no drugs. I want this place
to have a decent reputation. If we attract the wrong kind of people, we'll lose
customers and gain problems from the neighbors and the police."
Maria turned and pronounced, "Say 'no' to drugs."
"Yes, mother dear," Kit laughed aloud. "And none of you under-twenty-ones has so
much as one drink, got it?"
"Yes, big sister dear," Denni teased.
"Hey, I'm the _big_ sister here," Shirley snapped, smiling.
It was almost opening time. The group collectively decided on costumes for the
evening, nighties, and everyone changed right there on the mezzanine. Maria
turned to Kat and told her, "You don't get to dance tonight. And Rocky, Tom can
handle the bar. Kit can help him if he needs it. You two need to spend an
evening with your kids and each other."
Kat started to object. Then she looked around. Nine young women were ready to
dance, including her sister-in-law and sister. If she insisted on staying, she'd
take table dances from them. "Thanks." "Don't thank me. Tom came up with the
schedule. You get tomorrow and Tuesday off, too. Darlene and Katy will be back
so we'll have plenty of help."
"What schedule?" Kat demanded, furrowing her brow even though she was smiling.
Tom showed them the schedule he came up with. It gave two or three consecutive
days off to each of the women. As soon as everyone saw it, they started changing
it. "Why don't we make up some blank ones and just let everybody fill in their
names?" Kat suggested. Everyone agreed.
The younger women all wanted to work Friday and Saturday because of the extra
money they expected to earn. Kat and Kit would work every weekend "unless the
kids have something at school. Sometimes I'll start late if they do."
"That'll be fine. We can ..." Tom offered his services in the office. Kat gladly
accepted.
--==*==--
As expected, Sunday was slow. "We're still busier tonight then we used to be on
Saturday nights," Kit told Maria. "You should go into business management."
"All I want is a loving husband and a house full of kids," Maria sighed. "I'm
not cut out to be a career woman."
"You couldn't tell by me," Kit laughed.
The small crowd began to dwindle before midnight so Tom called 'last call' at
12:30. The club was empty before one and Kit locked the doors so they could
count their earnings. Everyone made reasonably good money. Even Shirley counted
more then $200.
From the mezzanine, Kat called, "Come and get it." She apologized for the
simplicity of the meal. "It's the best I could come up with on short notice."
"It's home-cooked and scrumptious," Charli told her, sucking gravy from her
fingertip. "I love meatloaf, but do you have some catsup? I like catsup on mine,
not gravy."
"I'll get some."
Meatloaf, mashed potatoes, gravy, green beans, and Kool Aide were simple but
also tasty, healthy and filling. When everyone's tummy was distended, they
relaxed and talked, then helped Kat clean up in the flop pad's kitchen so they
wouldn't disturb the kids.
"Get a blow job tonight?" Maria loudly asked Rocky.
"No, but I ate some tasty pussy," he chuckled.
"If you neglect our chief bartender, I'll have to take matters into my own
mouth," Maria teasingly threatened Kat.
"Then take those cuffs of yours back," Kat shot back. Her broad smile let Maria
know that she enjoyed it.
"Only if you tie me up with them."
"That can be arranged," Jane told Maria. "I owe you."
"You don't owe me anything. I had fun."
"And you told us that you don't really get off unless you're tied up and
somebody makes you cum. Well, tonight's your night. Kat, you get those cuffs.
I'll get some rope."
Maria felt a surge of excitement, the blend of anticipation and fear that she
craved. None of these people had any experience or training in bondage. 'I'll be
helpless. I could get hurt.' Those fears just added to her arousal.
Jane made it back first. "Tell me about this," she said to Maria, nodding at the
ropes in her hands. "What goes on inside your head? It is a head-game, right?"
"Yes," Maria replied.
Jane waited for more. When Maria didn't continue, Jane did. "So what do you
like? Real tight? Being tortured? I've never done anything really kinky. Dancing
naked was at the top of my list until I watched you the other night. Is that the
kind of thing that you want?"
"I wish I knew." Maria let out a soft laugh. "Part of it is not knowing. I don't
know how to explain it."
"Try, Salsa," Jane ordered. "Or I'll whip your butt."
"You really know how to turn a girl on," Maria laughed nervously. She looked at
Jane, then quickly looked away, trying to avoid the dark, serious look on the
black lesbian's face.
"Maybe we ought to tie her up and whip it out of her," Rat suggested, sitting
down at the cocktail table with Jane.
"Would you like that?" Jane asked.
Maria felt the rush of excitement. "Probably."
"We're trying to figure you out," Jane told Maria. "You're special. I've only
known you a couple of days, but it's like I've known you forever in some ways,
but in other ways, we don't know you at all."
"Whatever we do, it's got to be good for you," Rat said. "We don't want to hurt
you any more then you want to be hurt. Do you like being hurt? Are you a
masochist?"
Maria laughed nervously. "I wish I knew. Most of you know that I went to a
school over the summer. It was fantastic. One of the things we did was a little
bondage and spanking and stuff, just a way to add a bit of spice to a marriage
if it gets boring, you know? Most everybody figured it was OK once in a while,
but I really got off on it."
"It sure can be spicy," Kat giggled, looking at Rocky with a broad smile.
"Yeah," Maria snickered. "Part of the excitement is not being in control. If I
tell you exactly what to do, there's no surprise, no fear, no danger. I don't
really want to be in danger, but I want to feel like it. Does that make any
sense?"
"Are you avoiding my question?" Rat asked. "Are you into pain?"
"I guess I am," Maria sighed. "Not real heavy like whippings but, well, yeah.
When I tie myself up, I put clothespins or clamps on my nipples. Not being able
to do anything about them makes the whole experience so ...intense, I guess."
"You tie you'self up?" Ming asked in her heavy accent.
"I have. Quite a bit. The danger of getting caught and of being humiliated gives
me a charge. To tell the truth, humiliation is a kick, too. That's why I needed
Mental Mistress. She tells me to do scary things and sometimes nasty things. She
makes me wear my skirts too short, makes me keep my pussy bald, all that."
"Couldn't you, you know, cut off the blood to your nipples? I'd be afraid they'd
die and fall off," Charlie shivered.
"I learned lots of rules last summer. The biggest one is to have a safe word.
It's an out, a way to stop things if they're not right. We used a red-yellow
thing. Red is stop, yellow means I'm getting close to my limit so slow down or
change things or something 'cause otherwise I'll have to say 'red' and stop and
I really don't [Image] want to stop. As for nipples, it'd probably take over an
hour before they died, but they do get numb. It hurts more when the blood gets
back into them than the pinch at the start."
"Well, let's go upstairs and I'll tie you up," Jane chirped, leading the way.
The dirty dishes were left on the mezzanine. Everyone went upstairs to the flop
pad. Jane pulled an easy- chair swivel-rocker that badly needed reupholstering
to the middle of the living room. "Kneel," she ordered Maria, pointing to the
threadbare seat.
"Yes, Mistress Jane," Maria smiled, kneeling on the unsteady surface.
"Spread 'em," Jane said, putting her hand between Maria's legs to encourage her
to open them. When her calves were pressed against the spindles supporting the
chair's arms, Jane wove a rope around Maria's lower leg and the armrest
supports, repeating the process on the other side. Maria tested the bonds. They
were barely snug but very effective.
"Cuffs," Jane said, extending her hand as she watched Maria. Kat laid the 'love
cuffs' in Jane's hand. Jane looked at them for a moment to figure out how the
cuffs worked, then slid one over each of Maria's wrists, and fastened the Velcro
snuggly. She tied the straps to the ornate spindles that protruded above each
side of the rocker's back and pulled the ends of the straps down to tie them off
around the arm rests so Maria couldn't pull the ties up off the spindles.
"If you like tying yourself up, I bet you've got some sex toys in here," Jane
told Maria, hefting the big duffle to the middle of the room. To Maria's horror
and delight, her new friends went through her collection of sex toys, commenting
on each one. The presence of the three men, Tom, Rocky, and Ming's husband,
added to her embarrassment. After leaving some toys with Darlene's daughter
Jennifer, Maria not only replenished but added to her collection.
"Those are butt plugs, small, medium, and large. Do you like your butt filled?"
Rat asked.
"Yes, Mistress Rhonda," Maria answered.
"Then maybe we should fill it." Rat squeezed a generous glob of K-Y onto Maria's
brown hole and poked it in with her fingertip.
"If you put a rubber on the stuff, you don't have to worry about washing,
Mistresses," Maria suggested. Rat rolled a condom onto the biggest butt plug and
pressed the point against Maria's little hole. Maria consciously relaxed and
pushed out. When it popped into place, she let out a gasp. Rat worried for a
moment that she had hurt her friend but one look at Maria's face assured her
that even if it was painful, Maria liked the sensation.
"Hm, a ball gag. We couldn't hear a safe word if you're gagged, though. Besides,
I want to hear you beg and plead and cry," Rat told Maria, trying not to giggle
and possibly spoil the scene. "I think your nipples should be stimulated,
though."
Jane fished Maria's entire collection of nipple clamps from the big duffle bag
and untangled the chains that connected most of them. She and Rat examined them
closely, experimenting on their own nipples. Jane applied a pair of tweezer
clamps connected by a silver chain, adjusted so they just hugged her nip's just
snuggly enough to stay in place. "These feel kind of nice," she commented.
"Try leaving them on for a couple of hours," Maria told her. "You'll go through
a whole range of sensations, gentle squeezing, at first, then usually throbbing.
They don't really hurt while you're wearing them unless you tighten them up, but
wait 'til you take 'em off."
"Damn! These are really wicked," Rat exclaimed, working the clover clips with
her fingers. "They get tight just from their weight."
"And they pinch every time you move," Maria grinned.
"Every time _YOU_ move," Rat grinned, approaching Maria.
"Oh, geez, those things really hurt," Maria grimaced as Rat opened the jaws of
the clovers and positioned them. Maria let out a squeal as they closed on her
nipples.
"What was your safe word again?" Rat asked.
"My safe word is red, but don't you dare stop now, damn it!"
"Ooo, profanity. Naughty, naughty. Now we have to spank you," Jane teased. She
smacked Maria's bottom with her bare hand.
"Harder," Maria told her.
Jane's hand and wrist hurt after a few more slaps. Maria was still begging for
more. Charli found an old ping-pong paddle with a sandpaper surface and tried
it. Melissa used her hairbrush. Maria demanded more. Rocky offered his wide
belt. It still wasn't enough.
An hour later, everyone was frustrated; no one was satisfied. Maria's buttocks
were cherry red, bruised and covered with welts.
The other women were tired and frightened by how much punishment they inflicted
on their friend. Maria's reaction was even more frightening. "Harder. The belt.
Hard so it really hurts. Damn, I wish, I wish we had a cane or something."
Though she was sobbing and obviously in pain, she continued to beg for more.
"That's enough," Jane snapped. "Enough, damn it! Stop!" She hurried to release
Maria's bonds. The Latina couldn't stand. Just trying to straighten her body
hurt Maria. "I'm sorry," Jane sobbed, trying to help Maria.
"It's OK," Maria whimpered, hugging her friend. "It's my problem."
"Lay down with me. I'll get you off." She tried to pull the plug from Maria's
bottom but Maria objected. As they cuddled on the mattress, everyone else
wandered away. Once Maria was down, Jane licked Maria's bald pussy until her
friend had an orgasm. It was enough for Maria to fall asleep.
--==*==--
"So how's it going?" Katy asked as she swiveled into the minivan's passenger
seat.
"Totally wrong," Darlene sighed. "I'm the mommy. Even though Dwayne loves the
kids, he doesn't deal with them very well. Jennifer's being a teenager. The boys
are wild. Meals are disastrous. The house is a wreck. Dwayne's exhausted. I
thought it'd be sexy to wake him up with a blow job and we ended up arguing. He
hates the idea of me going back to the club."
"Bruce, too. Benjamin's teething. Bruce is going nuts from all his crying."
"I don't know if this is going to work," Darlene sighed.
"I thought the same thing until we counted the money. I can do this. We can do
it. I'm going to dance until we pay off our bills and Bruce gets his
contractor's license."
"Are you sore?"
"I was a little last week but I'm over it. It wasn't as bad as the first week at
GWU."
"Same here. But I could sure have used a massage. Instead, I got up early to get
the kids off to school and Dwayne off to work. I did get a nap."
"I'm just managing short naps. Like I said, Ben's teething."
Those were the last words spoken until they parked next to the Kit Kat at eight
Monday night.
--==*==--
After Kat and Kit got the kids off to school, they napped. Rocky was up at nine
to begin taking deliveries. Maria joined him, negotiating for credit and
invoicing. "You're amazing," Rocky laughed as the third deliveryman left without
cash in hand.
"So are you. Get a blow job yet?"
"Yes, I did, thank you," he chuckled. "And I'm invited to shower with my lovely
wife when Emily takes her nap this afternoon. I have a strong suspicion I might
get another one this evening."
"Good," Maria grinned. "I'm going to pass out a few more cards."
She took a cab to the business district. Walking was painful. She felt stiff.
Her butt was sore. She tried to figure out what went wrong and didn't have a
clue. She always got off at GWU.
When Maria got back to the club, Kit and Tom were talking about how to handle
the bar without Rocky. Ming was waiting. "My husband is working four to
midnight," she explained. Charli showed off a new pants suit. "I got some jeans
and shirts, too."
"Underwear?" Maria asked.
"Lots. I threw my old stuff away."
"Get anything to dance in?"
"A white T-back thong," Charlie grinned. "And new shoes. 'Looks like a pump,
feels like a sneaker'," she sang. "I guess I'll know by the end of tonight."
When they opened the doors at five, there were more dancers then customers, but
several of the early arrivals held tables or chairs at the stage for their
friends who would be along soon. It was going to be an easy night, especially
once Darlene and Katy arrived at eight.
Maria was confident that they would all make good money. At the rate they were
going, she would be able to afford a decent apartment of her own by Christmas.
So could Charli and Shirley. They were quickly becoming fast friends. Maria
worried about Tom and Rat. Talk about a May/September romance, he's old enough
to be her grandfather.
With luck, Darlene and Katy would save enough so that their husbands could go
into business for themselves. Dwayne wanted his own repair shop and parts place.
Bruce planned to have his contractor's license by next summer. With Katy's
income, they hoped he could buy a truck and tools to get a good start. Neither
of them wanted to continue dancing for any longer then necessary to meet those
goals.
For the three Musketeer outcasts--Melissa, Denise, and Jane--nude dancing was an
adventure. Maria envied their closeness.
Maria planned to work on getting Kat into the first session of GWU when it
opened in the spring. In her opinion, Rocky and Kat were special and needed to
be nurtured to grow and thrive. Wicked images of Kat's first week filled Maria's
mind as she thought about what might happen in the upstairs apartment once the
kids were asleep.
Kit was a different story. So outwardly confident, so internally frightened of
everything, Maria figured that it would be best to delay Kit's entry into GWU
until Kat was back home to watch R2. Kit was devoted to her son. Who was Rocky
Two's father? Maria never pried and Kit never volunteered.
With a deep sigh, Maria stretched her body, trying to relieve some of the
soreness from her beating last night. She still wore some visible welts and she
was badly bruised. "I'll survive," she told herself.
But she wanted more then survival. If she worked hard and danced almost every
night, Maria figured that she could save enough for a year of college by the
following August. With luck, she could keep up with her studies and dance a few
nights a week to finance the following year. 'But what am I going to study?' she
asked herself. All she really wanted was a big loving family like the one she
grew up in. That required a loving husband. And good husbands were found at
college, right?
"To the future," she toasted Kit and Tom. They held their glasses of 7-Up high
and nodded back at her. It was her turn to dance.
--------------------===*===---------------------
This is the end of Part I of the continuing story of the women of Good Wife
University (GWU). Some of the graduates quickly settled into their lives. Let me
go back to graduation day and give you an update on some of the rest of the
class.
Kim went home with Bill and Laura. She chose to go into a voluntary seclusion
until all the trials and legal maneuvering were over. Bill and Laura were busy
rediscovering love, sex, and communications. Dan and Debbie were married and
honeymooned in the Bahamas. After many long talks, they decided to try to have a
baby right away, so their sex life was pretty boring; missionary style twice a
day, five days a week and three times or more on Saturday and Sunday. Jennifer
went to college. Her story will have to wait.
Darlene, Katy, and Maria have more to say. And what about their new friends?
Will the Kit Kat thrive? Or wither and fail. Will Maria find true love? Will
Kit? Will Jane find a gay but feminine lover? Will Charli come out of her shell?
Will Rocky get to cum in Kat's mouth? How will Denise cope with her body? Can
Katy make enough money so Bruce can start his own contracting business? Who
knows? They control the story but, for now, they will have to wait.
Gwendolyn graduated from GWU with Maria, Darlene, and Katy. Remember her? Wendy?
The quiet college senior who was afraid that she was gay? So quiet and
conservative except for one wild weekend? Well, she's clamoring for me to tell
her story, rudely interrupting Maria and friends. Her story is next.
