Nov 152006
 

“Daryl was an idiot,” Michelle said.

“That’s not true,” Tammy said. It was easy to defend her ex-boyfriend. She’d been defending him from her friends for close to a year. Even though the asshole had cheated on her, Tammy lapsed back into the habit of sticking up for him. It was her lunch hour and Michelle had been nice enough to come across town just to meet Tammy and hear her whine about Daryl. Tammy felt she should have let Michelle tear him down, but old habits died hard.

“Tammy, listen,” Michelle started. “The jerk never respected your intelligence. How many times have you told me how he snubbed your opinion anytime you tried to give it? The boy treated you like a dumb blonde, and that wasn’t right.”

“How smart could I have been to be with him?” Tammy said. “Maybe I’m not that bright after all.”

Michelle growled. She was never one to indulge in self-pity, and she didn’t tolerate it in others. Tammy’s best friend chewed her lip for a minute while Tammy waited for her to yell. Instead, Michelle came to some sort of a decision and fished out a card from her purse.

“I wasn’t going to tell you about this, but I think you need it,” she said.

Tammy looked at the card and smirked. It said “Consequence Book Club” and had an address.

“A book club?” Tammy said. “That’s going to get me over Daryl?”

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“It’s a different kind of book club,” Michelle said. “You need to be in an environment where you actually get to use your brains for something other than thinking about Daryl. Our next meeting is this Friday, and our book this time is ‘Gone With the Wind.’ Get off your moping ass and read it before then, and you can come with me.”

“I don’t know, Michelle,” Tammy said. “I read it years ago, but today is Monday. I won’t have time to reread it before Friday.”

Michelle took Tammy’s hand and squeezed it. “Tammy, just do it, OK? Trust me on this one.”

She couldn’t say no. “All right. If you really think it will help.”

“Good,” Michelle said. “I’ll pick you up at 6 Friday. I’ve got to go back to work now.”

They hugged and Michelle said something odd before going.

“Oh, and dress sexy. Trust me, you’ll thank me later.”

Tammy spent the rest of the week reading her old tattered copy of “Gone With the Wind” and trying not to think of Daryl. It was easier than she’d thought. Rhett was a welcome change from Daryl. They were both scoundrels, but at least Rhett had cunning. Rhett was also never intimidated by Scarlett’s intelligence. Reading it again reminded her of how much she had wanted a man like Rhett when she was a teen, and when she thought about Daryl, she wondered how her expectations could have dropped so low.

Reading didn’t help kill the physical cravings, though. The three months before she caught Daryl in bed with the neighbor, he had lost interest in their bed. They had gone from sex every other day to not even a grope. Tammy would think that with a three-month lull in sex, she would have become used to not getting any, but that wasn’t the case. At least when Daryl was in the house, there had been the chance of sex. Now that he was completely gone, Tammy didn’t even have the physical contact of sitting together on the couch or lying beside each other in bed. This ache was only heightened by the torrid up-and-down romance of Scarlett and Rhett.

Tammy read through the thick book in record time. Michelle had been right — Tammy didn’t have anything better to do. Her mind was filled with the story of Scarlett, Rhett, Ashley and all the other tragic figures. Even her Southern accent was thicker through sheer association. She still thought of Daryl, but it was mixed in with thoughts on the Civil War and ballroom dances.

When Michelle came to pick Tammy up on Friday, the look of approval on her face made Tammy glow inside. Tammy spun around to show off the new sundress she had bought, and Michelle impishly wolf-whistled. The green dress set off her blond hair, and the cleavage the dress created was almost sinful. Tammy felt like a real Southern belle.

Michelle was dressed more formally. Her black hair was held up in a strict topknot Tammy had never seen on her before. She was wearing a tight white blouse that did nothing to cover her large breasts. Her only concessions to dressing normally were a nice pair of slacks and sensible heels. Tammy liked how her friend had dressed professionally yet sexily enough for a date.

“What kind of book club is this?” Tammy asked. “Is it some sort of cover for meeting singles?”

“Nope,” Michelle said. “Did you read the book?”

“Of course I did,” Tammy said. “Though the way you’re dressed, I don’t think anyone’s going to mind if you didn’t.”

Michelle laughed. “I sure as hell would,” but she wouldn’t elaborate. Any questions Tammy had were put off as Michelle assured her they would all be answered in time. All Michelle would talk about was the book, and she kept asking Tammy to quiz her on it. Tammy rattled off questions as Michelle drove them to their destination. It reminded her of cramming for a test, but when she said so, her best friend only smiled and told her to just wait.

The house they went to looked normal enough. It didn’t look like a place for singles. There were only four other cars in the driveway, so it couldn’t be half the party Tammy had expected. Michelle didn’t appear put off, so Tammy followed her lead. They walked up to the door and rang the bell.

A man answered the door, and Tammy instantly saw why Michelle had insisted they dress well. He was attractive but not handsome. He was too intense to be handsome. His blue eyes looked at Michelle and than at Tammy before turning back to Michelle.

“Does she understand?” he asked Michelle.

“She’s a fast learner,” Michelle said.

The man looked at Tammy, and this time she felt like she was being evaluated. Had it been anyone else, she would have made a smart-ass comment about boys and their clubs, but she couldn’t do that with this man. His eyes analyzed her while his mouth pursed in thought.

“My name is David. Welcome to the Consequence Book Club.”

“Thank you,” Tammy said. He held the door open, and they walked in. Michelle led her nervous friend to a large living area. An entire wall was made of windows, but the shades were drawn over all of them. The furniture was dark and Gothic, every piece either covered in leather or sporting some sort of ornate decoration. The only things bringing life to the room were various plants hanging from hooks in the ceiling.

Other women were there, and Tammy was surprised that no one stepped forward to make introductions. Michelle was talking with David in the hallway, and Tammy wasn’t comfortable enough to talk to these strangers. For that matter, they weren’t talking to one another. The tension in the room wasn’t putting her at ease at all.

To pass the time, she examined the other women. The first to catch her eye was the oldest woman in the room. She had streaks of gray in her blond hair, but she was in better shape than anyone else there. Her red pantsuit gave her a professional air, marred only by the almost excessive jewelry she wore. The diamond earrings were good, but the sparkling emerald necklace and the rather large diamond rings she had on both hands seemed to scream that she was far too wealthy to associate with the likes of them.

In contrast to the older woman was a young lady who couldn’t have been more than 20. She was a small brunette who picked nervously at her blue jeans. Her inherent shyness was in conflict with the white halter top she wore. It was so sheer that Tammy could clearly see the woman’s small breasts under it. The effect was close to being topless, and Tammy found herself averting her eyes in embarrassment.

The last stranger was a robust black woman. She sat on the couch with a regal air that discouraged Tammy from sitting anywhere near her. She wore a purple sweater that clung to her curvy chest and a matching purple skirt. The woman’s hair was long and beaded, and it made little clicking noises every time she moved her head.

David and Michelle entered the living room, and the effect David had on the other women amazed Tammy. The older woman actually blushed. The black woman bit her bottom lip and took a deep breath. Somehow, the younger woman became even more withdrawn, shrinking back and tilting her head down. Even Michelle was acting differently, grinning as if today were her birthday and tomorrow were Christmas.

“Tammy can have the bench,” David said. “Michelle and Rosa, help her.”

“Over here, Tammy,” Michelle said. She was pointing to a long leather-covered bench. The black woman got up to help, so Tammy assumed she was Rosa. She almost introduced herself, but Michelle impatiently prodded her to go to the bench. Tammy sat down on one end, but Michelle shook her head and turned Tammy around. When she was straddling the bench, Rosa pushed her gently down on her back. Rosa took care to sweep out Tammy’s blond hair so that it hung over the edge of the bench.

“What’s going on, Michelle?” Tammy asked as her friend spread Tammy’s legs. Rosa was gently pulling her arms back, and Tammy felt extremely vulnerable. That feeling only escalated when she felt cold steel quickly slip around her wrists and ankles almost simultaneously.

Being bound changed everything. Tammy demanded again to know what was going on.

Michelle was smiling, and Tammy found that infuriating. “It’s part of the book club, Tammy. Trust me, OK? You’ll love it.”

There was nothing Tammy could do. She tested her restraints, but the metal cuffs that held her gave her no freedom. She would have to trust Michelle, and although she knew her friend would never hurt her, she couldn’t help worrying over what was to come next.

For now, it appeared to be the restraining of the others. David ordered Michelle to the back of the couch, and Tammy watched in amazement as her friend pulled down her pants and underwear. With her ass bare, Michelle draped herself over the couch. She was facing Tammy, and Tammy couldn’t get over how happy her friend looked. David produced a pair of handcuffs and cuffed Michelle’s hands behind her back.

“Don’t worry, Tammy. Just relax and have fun,” Michelle called .

Tammy was too stunned to argue. Across from her, David was removing a plant from its ceiling hook and replacing it with a length of chain. He called, “Ruby,” and the older woman was quick to obey. She willingly slipped on leather manacles that he then attached to the ceiling chain. Ruby had to stretch in order to reach the ceiling, but David seemed oblivious to her discomfort. He was more concerned with popping open the buttons on her jacket to reveal the white lace bra underneath. As Tammy stared, David yanked down Ruby’s skirt to expose her white panties and bare legs. She wondered why David stripped Ruby while Michelle had undressed on her own. From the big smile on Ruby’s face, Tammy assumed the woman just enjoyed the personal attention.

The youngest woman was next. David called her Jen and ordered her to the chair. Without being told, she stripped off her pants and halter top. She was completely nude when she sat down on a hard wooden chair. The chair must have been cold, because Jen hissed when she sat on it. David paid her no mind as he chained her ankles to the legs of the chair and her wrists to the arms. Tammy noticed the longing in Jen’s eyes, but the man didn’t give her a second glance.

David assigned Ruby to another bench. She shimmied out of her sweater to uncover the largest breasts Tammy had ever seen. She tried to take off her skirt, but David stopped her and made her lie face down on the bench. Tammy watched as Rosa’s large breasts were crushed flat on the leather padding. David chained her wrists and ankles to the bench legs just as he had done to Tammy. When he was finished, he lifted Rosa’s skirt to reveal her wide mocha ass — without panties, of course.

“I now call this meeting of the Consequence Book Club to order,” David said. He opened a desk and selected a riding crop. He swished it through the air several times to test his swing, and all eyes in the room followed every movement of the crop. The sight of the implement frightened Tammy, but she was too surprised to protest. What had she gotten herself into?

“As you know, tonight’s book is ‘Gone With the Wind.’ I trust you all enjoyed it as much as I did. I have no doubt that you studied it well.”

“We’ll start with Rosa,” David said. “Rosa, what was the last names of the twins, Stuart and Brent?”

Tammy thought about it as Rosa tried to remember them. They were small characters, and other than a report on their death, they never appeared after the first page. Despite this, Tammy knew the answer.

“I don’t know,” Rosa admitted. “Johnson?”

David clucked his tongue. “No guesses,” he said.

He brought the riding crop down on Rosa’s ass, and the loud CRACK echoed through the living room. Rosa gritted her teeth but didn’t complain.

“Jen, same question,” David asked. “What was the name of the twins?”

The young woman swallowed. “I have no idea,” she said in a whisper.

“I appreciate the honesty,” David said and swung the crop down hard on Jen’s spread thigh. Jen cried out and tugged at the chains that held her. Tammy’s stomach clenched at the sound of those chains pulling and Jen breathing harder.

“Michelle, do you know their names?” David asked.

Tammy’s friend smiled. “The Tarleton twins,” she said.

“Excellent,” David said. He was standing behind Michelle, and Tammy couldn’t see where his hands were moving. Michelle gasped and then purred as David did something out of Tammy’s sight.

“It’s your turn, Tammy,” David said. He walked from around Michelle, and Tammy couldn’t help noticing that his fingers were glistening with moisture. He had just fingered her best friend!

“This is crazy,” Tammy said. Cute guy or not, she wasn’t this desperate for male company! She was about to insist on being released when David stood over her. Her protests choked in her throat. The intensity of his eyes was focused on her bound body, and her stomach was twisting but in a good way. He reached down, grabbed the hem of her dress and slowly pulled it up over her waist. She was being undressed, and against everything her common sense was telling her, she was enjoying the attention.

“Tammy, to whom was Ashley Wilkes engaged?”

It was an easy question, but Tammy had a hard time remembering with her dress pulled up. Instead of concentrating, she couldn’t stop watching David as he tapped the crop in his hand. Would he strike her thigh as he had Jen’s or smack her elsewhere? Worse, what if she got it right? If he touched her sex, would she be able to be indignant or would she moan like Michelle?

“Melanie,” Tammy said. “Her name was Melanie.”

“Not bad for a first-timer,” David said. The tip of crop stroked gently up her thigh, and Tammy tensed. Up and down the crop tip moved, teasing her skin and making her clench in anticipation. Lightly, it brushed over her yellow panties, and briefly she felt the tip of the crop pass over her pussy before pulling away.

David walked toward Ruby and asked her a question, but Tammy wasn’t listening. She was too confused. As much as she had been dreading sexual contact, she was more disappointed when the contact she received was so light. There was no telling what he had done to Michelle, but just from her moans, she knew it had to be more than what she’d received. Tammy couldn’t explain it, but she felt distinctly rejected.

Ruby must have answered wrong because David was swinging the crop upward toward the woman’s breasts. The crop landed hard on her bra, slapping loudly against the cloth. The bra must not have offered much protection because Ruby was wincing as David swung again. He slapped each breast twice and then walked away as Ruby panted.

“Your turn, Rosa,” he said. “Which of Scarlett’s parents went senile?”

“It was the father, and I didn’t need Ruby saying it was the mother to know,” Rosa said. She was proud although she was bound facedown with her ass showing.

David chuckled. “I’m sure you didn’t,” he said. He used the crop to trace a line down Rosa’s back. The large woman closed her eyes and tilted her head back as the crop traveled down her spine. She shivered and even moaned a little as the crop traveled over her ass. The tip dipped down between her thighs, and Tammy strained to watch from her bound position. All she knew was that what David did put a big smile on Rosa’s face.

“Jen, finish this line: I can stand anything from you but what?”

“Seeing you cry?” Jen asked.

“A better guess than some,” David said, but it didn’t stop him from spanking her with the crop. He hit her four times on both thighs, striking rapidly as she twisted in the chair. Jen cried out with each hit, but they were cries of pleasure mixed in with the pain.

“Need me to repeat the question, Michelle?” David asked.

Michelle was still glowing from her earlier reward. “I know this one. He can’t stand to see her with another man.”

“Romantic, but wrong,” David said. He grabbed Michelle’s hair and pulled her head back as he spanked her with the crop. One, two, three, four times he hit her on the ass, and Tammy could hear every painful slap. Michelle’s face was scrunched up in pain, but she was also annoyed with herself for missing the question.

Tammy was feeling conflicted. She felt bad for Michelle getting spanked, yet at the same time she was also relieved. She knew the answer to this question, and she had worried that Michelle might steal the reward away. Tammy hadn’t been hit with the crop yet, and the sound of all these women moaning was just reminding her of what she had been missing since her boyfriend left.

“Same question, Tammy,” David said.

“He couldn’t stand Scarlett to lie,” Tammy said.

The smile on David’s face was genuine, and Tammy felt herself flutter inside. “Excellent. You are doing great.”

Tammy watched as the crop moved between her thighs. The tip of the crop slipped under her panties and glided across her pubic hair. As the leather pushed against her sex, Tammy pulled at her restraints out of frustration. She gasped when the crop stroked over her lips, back and forth as David teased her. When he removed the crop, Tammy could feel that her face had flushed, and Michelle was looking right at her. She expected her friend to say something, but Michelle was too engrossed in the game for conversation.

The questions continued, and Tammy was caught up in the competition to please David and answer his endless questions. The punishments kept increasing in severity, and more clothes were lost. Tammy was surprised at the amount of pain the other women could endure. Rosa suffered through a 5-minute spanking on her thighs but never came close to asking David to stop. In fact, Tammy noticed that the black woman was humping the bench as he spanked her! The pain only heightened Rosa’s desire.

Jen missed a question about the soldiers who came to the plantation and received a harsh cropping on her right breast. David never hesitated, cropping her nipple again and again as Jen moaned and thrashed. Her small breast was covered with welts but other than being upset over not knowing the answer, she didn’t seem to mind at all.

Ruby confused the order of Scarlett’s children and paid dearly for it. David spun her around and spanked her bare ass without mercy. Tammy watched as Ruby’s ass went from pink to red to a dark crimson before he finally relented. Ruby whimpered when he stepped away, and Tammy was shocked to realize that Ruby was whimpering because he had stopped!

She saw similar behavior from Michelle. When her friend didn’t know the name of Scarlett’s first husband, David decided that her punishment had to be more than just a simple spanking. He produced a pair of metal clamps from a pocket. The other women moaned in sympathy , but Tammy suspected they were jealous. David snapped the nasty-looking clamps right over Michelle’s bare breasts. Her friend cried out at the biting pain, and her eyes were shut in extreme pain. Yet when she opened her eyes, Tammy recognized the small look of triumph in her friend’s eyes.

Tammy understood where that triumph came from during one of her own rare punishments. It was a terribly trivial question about the length of Rhett’s military service, a fact so odd and barely important that Tammy suspected he gave it to her just so she would miss one. Instead of being offended at being given a rigged question, she was excited at the prospect of what David might do with her.

For starters, he removed her panties. Because of the way she was bound, he had to cut them with a pocket knife, and Tammy had chills from the touch of cold steel on her thigh. When her panties were removed, David walked around to Tammy’s head and stood over her. She looked straight up at him as he readied his riding crop. His eyes were focused on her, and that just made her wetter.

He brought the crop down, not on a thigh, but directly onto her sex. It was a light tap, but the shock of being struck there was intense. The crop came down again a little harder, and this time she could feel the sting directly on her pussy lips. Her sex clenched hard as the crop came down again and again. Tammy tried not to scream, but after the seventh spank, she couldn’t help herself. The pain was so intense that it bit deeply into her very being. Tammy shut her eyes and shrieked with every sharp slap. The chains held her tight as the harsh sensations increased and multiplied. When David finally stopped, Tammy shivered and collapsed in her bonds. She ached, but at the same time, being the center of this man’s attention was priceless.

It wasn’t all punishment. There were rewards as well. It started with caresses from his hands or maybe a gentle stroke from the crop. As the rewards escalated, David became more personal, and Tammy found that the women’s jealousy became more visible as well. When David rewarded Rosa with a kiss, Michelle actually growled. Jen was rewarded with a shoulder rub, and the icy gaze of hatred from Ruby said it all.

Since she was getting more answers correct than the others, Tammy received more rewards. At first, she was a little taken aback by the soft intimacies David gave her, but she realized it was silly to be shy about a guy who had her bound in his living room. He started by giving her little kisses where his tongue barely parted her lips. As she got more answers right, his mouth moved downward to her neck, to her shoulders and even to the cleavage of her sundress. His hands become involved as well, and Tammy was surprised at how gentle his fingers were in comparison to the cruelty of his crop.

The stakes were raised to a new level when David unzipped his pants. Tammy watched as he slipped out of his pants to reveal his cock. It wasn’t particularly large, but it was proud and hard. He asked Jen a question that Tammy didn’t even pay attention to. When she got it right, David simply pulled her head to his cock. Tammy watched in a jealous fit as the young woman took David into her mouth.

They all had a chance with his cock, and Tammy was surprised by how fiercely she competed to have it. If Michelle had told her last week that she would spend a few hours answering questions for the privilege of feeling a cock, Tammy would have laughed and never stopped. Yet here she was, racking her memory for the name of the old woman Rhett loaned money to in order to get his children accepted in society. She got the answer right, and David bent down so she could run her lips over his hard length. Tammy didn’t even mind that his cock was already wet from other mouths. For now, it was all hers.

David announced that it was the final round of questions, and that once everyone had answered one more question, the night was over. Tammy looked at the wall clock and was surprised to see that it was already midnight. After a week that had dragged on too long, this special night had gone far too quickly. Tammy felt a knot of fear grow in her as she considered what he said. Throughout the night, despite how he rewarded or punished her, she hadn’t had a climax. For that matter, none of the women had. Was the night to end without satisfaction?

It was Rosa’s turn, but David didn’t make it simple for her. He climbed onto the bench and got right on top of her. She moaned as his cock wedged between her buttocks. He pressed down on her, and it was obvious that Rosa enjoyed having so much of him touching her. She almost didn’t hear the question although his mouth was right by her ear.

“How old was Rhett when he left Scarlett at the end of the book?”

Rosa didn’t answer. She closed her eyes, and although she was tightly bound, she ground against David’s body as best she could. It was clear to Tammy that Rosa didn’t know the answer, but she was milking the time as best she could. Tammy couldn’t blame her.

“I need an answer,” David said.

“50?” Rosa asked.

“Wrong,” David said. To Tammy’s surprise, David didn’t punish her. He simply climbed off her body and moved to Jen. Maybe that was punishment enough.

He kneeled in front of Jen and put his hands on her thighs, and the young woman moaned as he massaged her thighs with his hands. Her legs were covered with the welts he had placed there, and she winced under his touch. That didn’t mean she complained, though.

“How old was Rhett, Jen?” David asked.

Unlike Rosa, Jen wasted no time in guessing. “40?” she said.

David kissed her knee. “No,” he said.

He rose and walked over to Ruby. Her underarms were still pink from where he had used the crop last. David walked up to her and wrapped his arms around her. His hands grabbed her ass, and she cried out as his fingers squeezed the welts he had put there over the course of the evening. He pulled her close to him, his cock trapped between their bodies.

“Have an answer, Ruby?” David asked.

“I know this one,” Ruby said. “Let me think, let me think,” she pleaded, although David wasn’t saying anything. He was, however, dancing slowly against her. With her arms stretched up above her head, there was little she could do except move her hips with him. She tried closing her eyes to think, but it was obvious from the way she danced with him that she wasn’t thinking at all.

“47,” Ruby finally said.

“No,” David said and he stopped dancing immediately. Ruby only whimpered.

“Michelle, you and Tammy have performed the best tonight,” David said. “Because of that, I will give each of you a chance to answer, and whoever comes closer will get the reward. The other will just watch.”

David walked behind Michelle’s bent-over body, and Michelle squealed when he entered her. Tammy’s jealousy burned within her as she watched her best friend accept the cock that should have been hers. David pumped his hips once and then withdrew from her body. Michelle shuddered and moaned in frustration.

“I think he was 42,” Michelle said.

“Let’s see what Tammy says,” David said. He walked over to Tammy, and his cock was shiny from being inside Michelle. Tammy didn’t mind. She was silent as he climbed on top of her, and she didn’t even flinch when his skin touched the various welts on her body. For some reason, he didn’t enter her. His cock was pressing down on her sex, just barely outside of her wet, wet pussy.

“How old was Rhett, Tammy?” David asked.

It was crystal clear in her mind. “He said he was 45,” Tammy said.

“I knew you would get it,” David said, and the moans of disappointment from the other women were drowned out by Tammy’s scream of delight as he entered her. His cock entered quickly and hard, taking Tammy by surprise, but she welcomed him. It was her reward, hers by right of her intelligence, and she planned to enjoy every thrust, every roll of his hips, every gasp he uttered on top of her bound body.

Tammy strained against her restraints. She wanted to hold him as he rode her. His cock kept driving into her as she ached to wrap her thighs around him. The cuffs held onto her wrists and ankles no matter how hard she pulled and struggled. Eventually, she gave up trying to move her limbs and moved the parts she could move. Tammy could move her hips, pressing up into David as he thrust down into her. She could move her mouth against his, kissing and biting whenever his lips came close enough. When his hands groped her breasts, she arched her back and forced her nipples against his hands. She was being rewarded for using her mind.

In the back of her mind was the fear that he might quit at any moment. Chained as she was, there was nothing she could do if he did stop. Maybe he would climax and roll right off her. Perhaps at any moment, he would withdraw and say her reward was over. The thought of not getting off terrified Tammy and only made her thrust against him harder. She just had to come tonight, and even though she was bound, she refused to believe she was helpless. She moaned. She clenched him as tightly as she could with her pussy. The far-from-helpless woman made all the right sounds and all the right moves to keep David pumping and pumping.

Finally, it happened. She felt as if she had been ignited from within. Tammy melted into the bench as David continued to ride her. The sexual frustration and tension that had built up over the past few months were released amid her moans of pleasure. One orgasm blurred into another, and Tammy was only barely aware of the frustrated moans of the other women. Briefly, she wished she could share that wonderful feeling of climax, but the thought was quickly forgotten as she succumbed to the continuing pleasures.

When David pulled out of her, she realized she hadn’t even felt him come. He released her restraints and walked away to free the others. Tammy could barely move, but she found the strength to pull her dress back down over her body. None of the other women were talking, and when Tammy started to say something, Michelle signaled her to be quiet. There was a sharp tension in the air. The women were obviously very turned on but denied the satisfaction Tammy had enjoyed. All of them were impatient to leave, and Tammy found herself imagining how vigorously and completely all of them would be masturbating as soon as they were able. She was proud of herself for not needing to masturbate, and she carried her afterglow on her face like a trophy.

Once all the women were dressed, David spoke again. “The book for next time is ‘The Count of Monte Cristo.’ I recommend you read it completely and do not be fooled by watching a movie adaptation. Arrive promptly at the usual time. This meeting of the Consequences Book Club is adjourned.”

The end.

  8 Responses to “Fiction: Consequence Book Club”

  1. I always knew being brainy could have its rewards.

  2. wordslut- Sex, it’s not just for dumb people anymore! :)

    cuteness- Thank you.

  3. Sign me up!

    And I love the Count of Monte Cristo.

  4. What an effective teaching technique! Kaplan should pick it up for its graduate school test prep classes.

    Shin, this was a wonderful story, and it had me fingering myself by the end. You haven’t lost your touch!

  5. Ooops. . . ShOn!

  6. I’ve never forgotten how great I first thought this story was when I read it 2-3 years ago.

    Mostly because I’ve had to, um, re-read it a few times in the interval.

  7. Sleive- consider yourself signed :)

    Cherrie- Thanks :) The thought of reading and fingering really makes me smile.

    closercat- You know, I was wondering if my readers had migrated. Thanks for your kind words.

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