Chapter 7

An hour later I'd returned Laura's favors. She acted just as exhausted as I'd felt after she'd finished with me. I crawled up on the bed beside her and hugged her close in my arms, my tits plastered - against hers. For a few minutes we just lay there that way, resting. Then Laura whispered, "Once a month I fly to Frisco for a weekend with my mother and stepfather. Coming back, last week, I got into conversation with my seatmate."

"Some young movie star?" I suggested.

"A very distinguished-looking, very suave, very mature man of the world."

"An old type, huh?" I asked in a teasing chuckle.

"Just wait until you see him!" Laura challenged. "But listen a minute. He told me there's a remote estate up in the Santa Monica mountains owned by a former movie star who's created a business that caters to the sexual appetites of a very exclusive clientele. He claimed he has an inside track with the owner; that she would allow him to take me on a tour of the place, watch what goes on in some of the special rooms, even try out anything I thought looked interesting. But no one is allowed out of this jail alone; we're released only in twos or more, even to authorized relatives."

"So what's the plan you've hatched?" I prompted, in hopes of priming her into talking further.

Laura glanced up, studied me for a moment, then said, "I had to find someone who'd go with me before there was any point trying to come up with a plan. Are you interested?"

"Sure I am," I declared without hesitation, "provided we make just one rule."

"What's that?"

"We stay together at all times," I declared. "We will under no circumstances separate, even to go to the toilet, after we leave here."

"I'd want that just as much as you," Laura said quickly.

"Then count me in," I told her.

She smiled, then stood up as she said, "When I have something to count you in on, I'll tell you the details. All right?"

"Fine," I nodded.

A week passed. I settled into the routine of the school and began getting acquainted with other freshman girls. I also had enough contacts with enough other upper class women to make me realize how very, very fortunate I'd been to get put in with Laura. During that week, Laura had shown me in many little ways that she was really my friend. She passed the word that any older girl who made any kind of trouble for me would have her to deal with. As a result, I was shown respect most freshmen didn't enjoy.

One day, when I returned to our room from classes, I found Laura there ahead of me. She was brimming with excitement. The instant I had the door closed behind me she exclaimed in a stage whisper, "It's going to work! The superintendent received the letter today, and she's approved the request."

"What on earth are you talking about?" I asked.

"The man I told you about?" Laura reminded me.

"Yes."

"After I talked to you, I managed to make a phone call to him," she told me breathlessly, keeping her voice low as if fearful that our room might be bugged. "I arranged for him to write a letter posing as my uncle. He asked to be allowed to take me to his home for the afternoon and early evening next Saturday. Invited you to accompany me."

"And the superintendent has received his letter?" I asked.

Laura nodded. "She had me called to the office last period, told me about the letter, and asked if I cared to accept the invitation."

"And did you?" I teased.

Laura shrugged eloquently. "I said if you could go with me, it might be a chance to do some sightseeing that would be fun."

I giggled, then exclaimed, "Sightseeing? But wouldn't our poor old superintendent have heart failure if she knew what sights we'll be seeing?"

I suppressed my impulse to giggle, however, as our strait-laced old superintendent was bidding us goodbye shortly after noon the following Saturday. To tell the truth, it was easy. I was so impressed with the elegance of the chauffeured Rolls Royce limousine Laura's distinguished-looking friend had arrived in, my inclination to giggle wasn't hard to suppress. Our superintendent also was obviously impressed by it and by the regal appearance of Laura's supposed "Uncle." She even apologized to him for the school rule which forced her to have me accompany Laura. But Laura instantly assured her she should not worry about that, claiming she would have suggested it even had there been no such rule.

We were shown into the luxurious back seat of the limousine. Before Laura's Uncle Malcolm joined us he told our superintendent, "We will be having lunch at the Century City Sky-room in case you should want to contact us for any reason."

Our old superintendent had fallen complete victim to his charm. She threw up her hands and shook her head in protest, exclaiming, "I'm certain no such occasion will arise. I feel--" He broke in on her gently, asking, "And you have my home phone?"

"Yes, yes," she assured him, "but I won't be bothering you by using it, I'm certain. Just let me know, please, should it become impossible for you to have the girls back by nine this evening."

"They will be back before nine," he assured her, then joined Laura and me. The chauffeur closed the door after him. Our poor deluded superintendent stood waving gaily as our elegant car drove away.

We weren't out of her sight when Uncle Malcolm turned his aristocratic head my way. His eyes gave me a careful inspection. Then he glanced at Laura on his other side, nodding slightly. He murmured approvingly, "Your little friend is, I think, even more delectable than your description led me to believe. The two of you may prove to be such stimulating company you'll make a new man of me." As he said that, he put one hand on one of my knees, the other on one of Laura's. I don't know how Laura felt, but the touch of his refined hand sent a strange supercharge of sexual excitement surging through me. Suddenly I felt the lubricating inner sweat triggered by that excitement hotly dampening my panties. My whole body was tingling with feverish anticipation mingled with sharply stabbing chills of apprehension; I was not so intoxicated by the prospect of unique adventure that I did not also feel an almost equally exciting fear of the unknown. Whatever was going to happen, I was committed to see it through without a whimper. I'd never make Laura regret her choice of me as her companion on this adven- ture.

Resting his hands upon our knees was all Uncle Malcolm did. on the drive to Century City. It was, he explained, located on the site of what once had been part of the back lot at Twentieth Century-Fox Studios. As we drove, he removed one hand from the knee it caressed, then the other, in gesturing as he pointed out various points of interest. It was obvious that he owned an encyclopedic knowledge of the film industry and of a multitude of events not generally known about its development in the Hollywood area. He seemed like someone showing off his hometown to visitors.

When we reached the Century City Skyroom it became even more obvious than it had been that he certainly was no ordinary person. We were escorted by a fawning maitre d' to a table that commanded the best view in the entire room. It was the kind of warm winter day the Chamber of Commerce likes to advertise as typical in Southern California. There was just enough wind to keep the smog blown away. The view to be seen from our vantage point was breathtaking.

Uncle Malcolm ordered for us, including a bottle of champagne. After the bill had been taken away with Uncle Malcolm's credit card, he abruptly asked Laura, "Exactly how much, my dear, does our little Wyoming friend here know about our conversation on the plane from Frisco?"

Laura laughed a little nervously, exclaiming, "Everything! If she didn't, she likely wouldn't be here."

For some reason I don't understand I giggled at that. My cheeks felt even more flushed than the champagne had made them. I'm certain I was blushing when he turned his head to glance at me. He smiled, evidently not displeased by my reaction, then asked, "you'll both be frank with me about how you feel, won't you?"

Laura and I nodded together.

"Then frankly... is each of you ready to experience a very... unconventional... afternoon?" he asked.

I glanced at Laura; her eyes were bright with eagerness, but her cheeks were as crimson as mine felt. She murmured breathlessly, "I'm ready for whatever happens!"

I chimed in, "I am too!"

"And the more unconventional, the better," Laura added.

"Just so nothing hurts us physically," I put in. "I don't like physical pain. I understand there are some sex nuts who're so fouled up they think it's impossible to experience sexual pleasure unless it's mingled with pain. I think that's sick. I draw the line against anything like that. Otherwise, though, the more unconventional the better."

"Good!" he exclaimed. He glanced at me as he said, "I'm Uncle Malcolm to you, as well as Laura, from here on. You're both my nieces. Understand?"

I nodded. "I understand."

He continued quietly, "Now to what you said about not liking physical pain. I agree with you entirely. But in some instances there is a very fine line between the point where pleasure ends and actual pain begins. Sometimes the closer to that fine line you can get, yet without actually crossing it, the more excruciatingly intense your pleasure is. So you must give me your full confidence without reservations, must not hold back if something you're asked to do surprises you a little. Will you promise?"

"Well... " I said hesitantly, uncertain about agreeing to buy any such pig in a poke.

He broke in, assuring, "I'll promise you, nothing you'll be asked to do will cause you any actual pain. Just trust me and you'll come through all the experiences we're about to have together as physically whole and unharmed as you are at this very moment. Agreed?"

I still felt a little reluctant, but I nodded, trembling a little deep within myself as I murmured, "Agreed."

Laura's "Agreed!" echoed mine, but was more emphatic.

"Good!" Uncle Malcolm exclaimed, smiling as he stood up. He helped us back down to his limousine. As the chauffeur drove us away, Uncle Malcolm brought two pieces of handkerchief-size black silk and two sleep masks from a compartment in the wall behind the front seat. He announced, "One thing more... from this point on, I'll have to blindfold each of you. The place we're going is very exclusive and very secret. I had to promise you'd be blindfolded during the entire drive there in order to get permission to bring you with me to see the sights.

All right?"

Laura and I both nodded and turned ourselves for the blindfolds to be put into place. My basic human fear of the unknown had sent chills flashing through my excitement earlier. They now were intensified by the experience of black sightlessness. I was trembling, but determined to hide it. I struggled to appear calm and relaxed as I let myself be carried blindly toward our unknown destination.

From the twisting and turning I could feel the limousine doing, I knew-we were being carried into mountains somewhere. I remembered Laura having said the place this stranger we called Uncle Malcolm had suggested taking her was so remote that all manner of unusual sexual practices were carried on there without fear of interruption by authorities. I felt wetness in my panties again. To this day I can't be certain whether it was caused by fear or by excitement. I was filled with conflicting emotions. I wanted out, but I was determined to see this wild adventure through without a whimper. I almost succeeded.