"Good evening, gentlemen. Leaving so soon?"

"No, precious, we're not. Are you in charge of that whole big cloakroom all by your little bitty self?"

"Yes, sir."

"Well, it's time for your break."

"Um... I don't think they scheduled me a break."

"What? Those slave drivers! Well, snookums, you must simply take a break. I insist."

"But there won't be anyone to watch the cloakroom."

"We can take care of that, can't we, Dick?"

"Uhhhh... Sure. I guess so."

"But sir, I really don't think I should. Besides..." *pause* "I make pretty good tips, and I'd be missing some prime tip time."

"Oh, I see. Well," *rustle* "How about that?"

"Actually, I think I'd miss at least twice that much."

"Opportunistic, mercenary little wench, aren't you? I can admire that." *rustle*

"Thank you, sir. Yes, I think I need a good, long break. In fact, I don't really need to be back till this shindig starts to break up."

"Clever girl."

"Oh, and the door to the cloakroom does lock from the inside. Bye."

"Frankly, Clive, tending the cloakroom wasn't exactly how I pictured spending this evening."

"Dear, have you ever been in a cloakroom?"

"Er... Come to think of it, no."

"They're absolutely fascinating. Come with me."

"Okay. Hey, you don't have to drag!"

"Sorry. I get a tad over-enthused sometimes. Just step on ahead of me would you?"

*bump click*

"Man, it's dark in here! Why'd you shut the door?"

"It's so noisy out there."

"Why'd you lock it?"

"I'm hoping it's going to get noisy in here."

"Huh?"

"I'm just assuming this is innocense. I don't really believe you're that stupid."

"Hey! I have a 3.85 grade point average!"

"Darling, you are far from average. Now, let's venture a little deeper into this dark wilderness, shall we?"

"Okay, but I really can't see a thing right now."

"Just take my hand, and I'll lead you."

"Sure."

*reach fumble grope*

"Oops."

*deep sigh*

"Uh, sorry about that."

"No need to let go on my account, cutie. Why don't I take your hand?"

"Maybe that would be a better..."

*grope*

"...idea. Whoa."

*fondle pant*

"Um, Clive? That's... That's not my hand."

"I knooooow."

"Just so you're sure."

"Oh, look. A clear space between the coats."

*bump press*

"Is it me, or is this room getting smaller, and hotter?"

"Well, precious, something is getting hotter, but it definitely isn't getting smaller."

"You're... uh... You're a 'hands on' instructor, aren't you, Clive?"

"Oh, you noticed." *hump*

"Oh, man."

"Yes, dear. Quite a lot of man."

*zip*

"Cripes! I... I'm not sure I'm ready..."

"Let me show you a trick that will take all problems with decisions away." *rustle* "Have your eyes adjusted a bit, dear? Can you see this?"

*squint* "Oh, yeah!"

"Not that, you flatterer. No, this."

"Your cummerbund?"

"Yes. Best leather. Now."

*wrestle wrap tie hoist*

"Hey!" *tug tug* "Well, tonight is full of surprises. I certainly didn't expect to be hanging from a coat hook."

"I prefer a nice X cross, but we don't have one of those, so we make do."

"You know, I could get out of this if I wanted to."

"Really?" *lean* "But you haven't. Can I take that to mean that you don't want to get out of it?"

"I'm thinking about it."

"Mm. Well, I'd better distract you, then." *zip* *rummage* "Oo. Silk boxers! Very nice. Silk has a lovely texture, don't you think?" *rub*

*moan*

"I'm sorry. What was that?"

"Do that again."

"What? This?" *rub* *moan* "Or this?" *hump*

"Omygawd."

"Gracious. And we still have a layer of clothing to go."

"That isn't my fault."

*snicker* "Oh, I like you, lamkins. You're fun." *rustle* *sliiiiiiiide* *grunt* "Oo, strong hips you have there, rich boy."

"I'm not rich. Bruce is rich. And I do a lot of acrobatics."

"Do you? Oh, we have to arrange another meeting somewhere a little less confined. But for now..."

grab* *humphumphumphumphumphumphump*

"Oh, geez!"

*purrrrrrrr* *humphumphumphumphump* *grip squeeze stroke*

"Clive!"

*nip* "Yeeees?"

*pant pant pant*

"You're welcome, precious."

"You... uh... you didn't... I mean, I didn't feel..."

"Not yet. Let me show you something else you can do with this 'hung on a hook' trick."

*turn*

"I can't see you now."

"Don't worry, sugar buns. You'll be able to feel me, I promise."

*clink snap rustle lower*

"Hey! You're not..."

"I'm not?" *fondle squeeze*

"Um... maybe... No! Definitely not! I'm not ready for this."

"Of course you're not, honey. I have to get you prepared."

"I didn't mean... Christ, that's cold!"

"I'm sorry, I should have warmed it a little, I know."

"What on earth...? That's... Uh... That's.... slippery."

"That's why it's called 'lubricant'." *smack* "Don't squirm so much. Save it for when the fun really starts."

"No! Look, you stop that right now."

"I notice you haven't gotten loose from the restraints." *silence* "Is it warm enough now?"

"Yes." *rub rub rub* "Mmmm... I could get away, you know."

"I don't doubt it. Take a deep breath, dear. This will feel a little odd at first."

*gasp* *probe* "Nnnnngh."

"All right?"

*pant pant* "Yeah. You weren't kidding. Odd as hell. A lot different from my proctology exam."

"The abscence of florescent lights and rubber gloves does make a differnece. Besides, I don't think your doctor ever did this." *lick*

"No, definitely not." *pump pump* "He didn't do that either."

"Is that a complaint?"

"Just a statement."

"Ready for the next course level?"

"There's more?"

"Dear heart, you're still a freshman, trust me. Deep breath again."

*gasp* *push* "Oh, geez."

"Oh, that didn't get nearly the yelp the first one did!" *pump* *moan* *nip* "You know, the back of your neck is absolutely delicious."

"No one's ever told me that before. I've never... you know?"

"With a man?"

"With anyone or anything."

"Darling, I know you're young, but really... Such a waste. What have you been doing?"

"Messing up a lot of sheets and working out a hell of a lot in the gym. Cold showers have figured into my daily routine on a regular basis, also."

"Oh, you poor neglected thing. Well, now this is a mercy mission."

"Hey!"

"Not for you, my touchy little muffin. For the rest of the world. You have to be convinced to share this beautiful body. I'd be failing in my duties as a lecher if I didn't. So, to that end, it's time to show you the real magic."

"LIke what? It's already pretty magical."

"Aww, you say the sweetest things! You hold on just a second. I'm going to push pretty strongly now, and just crook my fingers UP a little, and it should be... right... about..."

*Yowl!*

"There!" *gasp gasp* "That feels good doesn't

it?" "Feels good? It's like saying Bruce is fairly well-to-do. It's a fucking understatement!"

"Oh, and he talks dirty, too! Joy!" *crook stroke*

*moooooooooan* "You're trying to kill me, right?" *crook stroke* *whine* "I'd offer to put you in my will, but I spent most of what I had buying you."

"Then you'd better get your money's worth, hadn't you?" *crinkle* "Oh, damn. I think I got a medium instead of a large." *whimper* "Hush, precious." *smooth* "No, it's going to work."

*grip*

"Should I take a deep breath?"

"You can, but you'll have to hold it for awhile. I'm going to take this slow." *spread push*

*whiiiiiiiiiine*

"Yes, I know. All right?"

*pant*

"Uh huh."

"Good boy." *push slide*

"Nnnnnnnnnghuh. Oh, damn. Is there much more?"

"A little."

"Okay."

*push*

"There." *pant* "Oh, my, Mister Greyson..."

"I think I'm gonna burst."

"Be quiet, dear, or I will, with those vibrations, and I don't want to just yet. I'm having far too much fun."

*nip nip nip nip nip*

"Mmmmm, Clive, I'm gonna have to explain any marks you make to Bruce."

"He's a big boy, he'll figure it out. Um, exactly how big a boy is he?"

"I wouldn't know."

"You mean you live with that and you haven't...?" *eyes roll* *sigh* "Young people. We must talk some day about missed opportunities."

"Like the one you're missing right now to screw me through this wall?" *backward push*

"Oh, I love a quick study!" *thrust*

"Yip!"

*thump thump thump thump thump*

*knock knock* "Is someone stuck in there?"

*hissed* "Clive! Don't you dare laugh at that!"

"Me?" *smack*

"Ow! Do that again." *smack* *grunt* "Harder!"

"Oooo, I love a bossy bottom! You asked for it, precious."

*Smack!* "YIP!"

*knockknockknock* "Hey, do you need help?"

"Oh, no, I'm doing quite well, thank you!" *thrust*

*whimper* "Cliiiiive."

thrustthrustthrust* *breathless* "What?"

"Couldya...? I need..."

"Oh, I'm sorry, dear! Of course." *grope*

*strokethruststrokethruststrokethruststrokethrust* "Clive, I think... I think..."

"Let go, sweetie. I am."

Thumpthumpthumpthumpthumpthumpthumpthumpthumpthump*

*griiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiind*

"Oh, God!"

*ggggrrrrrrrroooooooowwwwwwwllllllpuuuuuuuuuuurrrrrrrrrr*

*pant pant pant pant pant pant pant pant pant*

*Silence*

*nuzzle cuddle*

"Are you all right, precious?"

*moan*

"Yes, me, too."

"My arms are getting tired."

"Here." *untie*

*groan* "Poor baby. Let me rub your shoulders for you." *rub rub*

*sigh*

*hug* "Oh! Well! Yes..." *cuddle nuzzle*

"Clive?"

"Yes?"

"Do they have good law courses at Metropolitan University? Bruce has been talking Harvard, but I was thinking..."

"As a matter of fact, they have an excellent pre-law set up, private dorm rooms, or lots of nice little apartments near campus. If you can talk him into letting you spend a weekend here for a tour, I'll do your hair for you, and there's a little place called Lavender's Green that's a lot of fun, especially when Scribe gets her panties in a twist, which she does regularly..."