Mrs. Lockwood

[seldom]

I'm enjoying the twists and turns this story is taking. You have to write for you, however the characters speak to you! And it's okay to be in love with a monster. Or I'm crazy. Or we're crazy together!

[seldom]

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[QBikk]

Really good story and well written! Thanks for sharing it.

[wowser1016]

This is really moving along nicely. That part with Nadine and her enjoyment with Escudero's penis had all the beginnings of an excellently described handjob. Now I can't wait until "Friday" to see what will transpire between Nadine and Melanie. Really has a shot at being a hot time. K+!

[jhunter]

This is a great sense of progression and good dialogue and flow. Can'y wait for more.

[Ncsn]

Chapter 10
In which nothing happens. Well - almost nothing...

What with all the excitement On Monday – the events at the sessions room, and then getting drunk at lunch with Matias on some very fancy, very expensive Chilean wine -  she had clean forgotten to arrange Janice and Denise's video shoot. She wanted the gym cleared out for it – didn't want her kids to have any uncontrolled contact with anyone from the organization; she called Nadine as they were driving to the mansion, Tuesday morning – could she please text all people on the premises that the gym was off-limits between 9 and 11? She knew there were hardly any people there during the day – the busy hours were early morning and the afternoon/evening – but she didn't want to take a chance. Despite the very late warning, Nadine was very helpful, a note of excitement coming through in her very polite tone. Melanie smiled as she thought about yesterday. Well, holding a man's dick together creates a true bond between women, she thought, amused. She was actually quite excited about the coming weekend – not just about the information she could uncover, but also about hooking up with Nadine. Strange as it seemed, she hadn't been with a woman since college...
Brad was a little doubtful when she recounted her day to him, last night. She was lying in the middle of the bed, face down, arms stretched out; he was straddling her back, her mountainous glutes his cushion, his fully-extended dick resting on her spine, his hands digging into the hills and crags of her shoulders, giving her a much needed massage. "I think it's dangerous, honey. Women are different from men, there's a far greater chance that they would get attached emotionally, you don't know where that would lead..."
She raised her head, straining to peek backwards, see if he was joking. He dug his fingers in, pressing into hidden nerve clusters, making her squeal in pain.  "I'm dead serious, babe. I know – you fuck men all the time and you don't give a shit about most of them, you just use them for your pleasure..."
She grunted. "Yeah, I'm a psycho, we've been over this..."
His hands moved to the back of her neck, the thumbs digging deep into the thick muscles. "You're DIFFERENT, for sure. Nadine – from what you tell me, she's had a crush on Collins for decades, right? You know I'm all for you doing women from time to time..." Was he ever! Over the years he had tried several times to get her to agree to a threesome – only giving up when she made it clear that a third partner could be of ANY sex. "...but this woman is not WELL. She could just replace Collins with you –"
"And that would be bad, how?"
He sounded really worried. "Well, I dunno – you could cause her real damage, you know? She just sounds... fragile."
She moved her great arms in, her hands going up and backwards, grabbing his, holding him. "Sweetie – this woman gets her kicks watching me fuck men up. She LOVES it when I 'play with them'... Just how much more could I fuck her up? The woman is plenty psychotic all on her own, and she has information I could use. I NEED to do this."
He thought she was being too cavalier about it, but couldn't really come up with any better arguments. So – she would stop by Nadine's office, confirm their 'date' on Friday, then go talk to Marcus about the new assignment Collins mentioned yesterday, at lunch. DAMN, things were moving fast...
***
Janice was slouched on the seat beside her, reading her script (or whatever they called it); her long, tanned, beautifully-toned legs were propped up on the dashboard, no doubt strategically placed to give her brother, in the back seat, the best view. Melanie sighed. Dennis was completely infatuated with his sister, who found it very funny – and useful... Brad said he'll grow out of it, no harm in a teenager fantasizing about his older sister, but she wasn't too sure about that; by the evidence she kept coming across when cleaning his room, he was doing some pretty heavy fantasizing...
At least right now he was busy playing manager. "Mom, two hours is just too short! Just setting everything up could take us an hour...!"
She explained (again), patiently: "Dennis, Mr. Collins is doing me a favor, letting you use the facilities. We can't be too greedy – there are people working there who use it, I don't want to keep them out for too long."
Janice said, not taking her eyes off of the page she was reading: "Relax, big shot, it's not like we're shooting a movie or something. 2 Hours is fine."
Dennis grumbled and went back to his phone – no doubt checking views/subscribers on his sister's channel, which seemed to be his main preoccupation these days. Janice said: "So – Mr. Collins is pretty high on you, right? Like, he wouldn't do it for just ANYONE. Right?"
Melanie glanced sideways at her daughter. Girl had something on her mind. "yeah, I guess so."
"And you're... just his bodyguard? That's it?"
Damn. "Well, I do all sorts of stuff... Security, that kinda thing..."
"Mmm."
Damn, damn, DAMN. She has been putting off having "The Talk" with her daughter – the one about her psycho mom, trying to explain things, trying to get her to come on board, help her protect their family... She was going to give it a shot Sunday, at their outing on Brad's boat, but it was such a great day; the whole family having fun together, Dennis actually bonding with his dad, piloting the boat together, Dylan at the brow, probably playing one of his fantasy role games in his head, Janice and her tanning on the windy deck, having a rare moment together, talking about boys... She just couldn't introduce that subject into that magical day! Really, she wouldn't know where to begin...
And now her daughter was on the scent, sensing something... The Collins compound was looming larger in front of them, there wasn't time – but she NEEDED to figure out a way to get round to this!
"yeah, I'm a pretty big deal, and there are things going on – I'm going to be even bigger. We'll talk about it sometime."
Janice smiled up at her, her face so young and beautiful Melanie's breath caught in her throat. "I know you're a big deal, mom – you're freakin' humongous!"
She put her hand on her mom's mammoth thigh, patting the corded muscles trying to burst out of her way-too-tight jeans, telling her she's kidding. She took one hand off the wheel, putting it on her daughter's, squeezing lightly. Janice was giving her a lot of grief – nothing less, of course, than she gave HER mother when she was 17 – but sometimes she just loved her so much...! Yeah, she'll make the time – find the courage! – and have that conversation with her. Soon.

***

The gym was everything Janice remembered, and much more. It was large – as big as her gym in town – but it had a whole wall made of glass, looking out to the back of the mansion and the fields and wood beyond it. It faced westward, so there wasn't direct sun light coming in – just a lot of ambient light, which Dennis was very happy with. Melanie watched, fascinated, as they very quickly, very efficiently, without any squabbling, decided on the set-up and shooting order. Who are those people and what have they done with my kids?! Those strangers acted like true professionals...
"OK. We're good to go." Said Janice. "How do I look, mom?"
"You look fantastic, sweetie." And she did. She was beautiful – she had Brad's blonde hair and blue eyes, but her body definitely took after Melanie's; not nearly as muscular, of course, but she could have stepped into any fitness competition, no question asked. And – of course – there were the boobs: "Grandma Ruth boobs" she called them, and they were indeed more than a match for Melanie's late mother's breasts – round and full, perched proud on her wide chest, no sign of sagging... "Love your outfit!"
Dennis was grumbling again. "Yeah, yoga pants and a sports bra – AH-mazing! Damn, would it hurt you to wear a bikini every once in a while?!"
"My GOD, you're such a PERV! I told you: This is a fitness channel, not some porn site. I want to be taken seriously!"
"Well, I don't know if you've been reading the comments, lately, but most of our viewers ARE perverts! You know how many new subscribers one bikini try-on video is going to get us??!"
"Oh, my god, can we just PLEASE start shooting?"
Melanie turned, smiling, and went out. Entertainment seems to be such a complicated business! Beating people up was so much simpler...


***

The shoot was going very well. The subject was legs (and butts!), and she was breezing through the sets, rarely needing a second take. She had first gotten into weight training when she was 12, as part of her training for the swimming team; the fact that they had a pretty well-stacked home gym – plus, of course, a mom who was a muscle freak and was all too happy to train her – meant she had been at it for 5 years, now, with great passion and loads of knowledge. She had written notes for this session, a general outline, but she didn't need to consult any of it. She was really killing it!
And then – as they were shooting her doing the barbel side lunge, a favorite of hers – something happened. A burst of hot air as a side door was opened in the front wall, and two men came in. They had obviously been running, still panting and sweating. One was a black man, in his early 20's, good looking, built like an athlete. The other one seemed a little older – white, cropped brown hair, a bit on the heavy side (though still pretty muscular). They seemed surprised to see the two teenagers. They walked over. The older one asked: "What are you kids doing here?"
Janice was standing in the middle of the room, the heavy barbel on her shoulders. Dennis stopped the camera and moved forward, the brave brother protecting his sister from unfamiliar masculine attention. "We are shooting a video. We have permission to be here!"
The two men picked up towels that were hanging on a press chest machine, and started drying themselves, ignoring Dennis, eyeing Janice curiously. She put the barbel down, letting it bang on the floor, and straightened to face them. The black guy said, pointing at the barbel: "That's pretty damn heavy. 120 lbs – what are you, 155? 160?" Janice smiled. They both seemed non-threatening, and the younger guy WAS pretty good-looking... "165. I work out a lot..." He whistled. "Woo-hee! Yeah, you sure can tell...! You're one of them fitness models, right?"
Dennis stepped between them, visibly annoyed. "Look, guys, I'm serious – we got less than an hour left, we need to finish this, you need to leave...!"
The young guy laughed. "Yo, Coppola, chill! We're gonna take a shower and we're out of here."
His friend was less accommodating. "Look, the gym is open to all the staff, all day long. I don't know who you are and who let you in here, but you can't just tell us to get out. Doesn't work this way." He threw the towel over to a nearby machine, and stood with hands to his sides, legs slightly apart, not quite threatening – but somewhat intimidating.
Dennis was starting to feel a little unsure. They were both guests here – maybe the guy was right? He seemed so sure of himself, and he did have this thing about him, this aura of self-confidence... He suddenly noticed another thing. "Hey, is that an Airborne tattoo?" The man nodded slightly. "Yup. 75th cavalry." The younger man smirked, raising his fist towards his friend. "Widowmakers are in the HOUSE, bitch!"  The older guy bumped fists with him, not taking his eyes off Dennis.
Janice spoke up. "Look, guys, I know this is your place and all, but Nadine did send out a message that it's unavailable till 11..."
The two men looked at each other. The younger one shrugged. "Didn't hear nothing..." he fished a phone out of his pants pocket, flicked it on, looked at it, squinting. His brow furled. "Fucking Verifon! 'No service' – again!". His friend sighed. "Wait a sec, I'll get mine." He walked to the back room, where the kids knew the showers and lockers to be. As Dennis fumed, the young black guy resumed his conversation with his sister. "So – you go to college, or what?" Janice smiled, familiar with that line of questioning. "High school. Next year is my senior year." The guy didn't give up. "But you're 18, right, you look pretty much... Well..." Janice now laughed out loud. "Sorry, Romeo. Only 17".
The second man came out of the locker room, holding his phone. "Waddya know – they were right. 9 to 11. Sorry about that, guess we'd better clear out." He looked at Janice, curios. "What are you – old man Collins' grand kids or something?"
Dennis, relived that a confrontation was averted, spoke up. "No, our mom works for him."
Janice said, proudly: "She's his bodyguard."

It took a few seconds to register. The two men became completely still, all blood seeming to drain from their faces. They seemed... terrified. They looked at each other. The young one whispered, his voice almost a whimper: "Holy fucking shit..." The other spoke in a low, toneless voice: "Mrs. Lockwood..."
The kids looked at each other, puzzled. Dennis said: "yeah, Melanie Lockwood. She's our mom. Mr. Collins is letting us shoot a YouTube video here, my sister is, like, a big star... Well, not BIG-big, if you know what I mean, but..."
The older guy moved up to him, grabbed his shoulder, speaking urgently. "Listen, kid, we didn't get the message, it was a mistake, we didn't know who you were, OK? We're leaving, we're leaving now..."
His friend looked at Janice, his eyes pleading. "Look, I didn't know who you were, OK? I wasn't coming on to you, I didn't know... Look, I'm sorry, just PLEASE don't tell your mom!"
The Lockwood siblings looked at each other, completely bewildered. Dennis felt embarrassed; those two guys seemed so cool – what the hell happened to them? "Look, it's no big deal, OK? You made a mistake, no problem no harm done..."

"No."

Janice stepped forward, taking hold of her brother's shoulder, pulling him back. She looked at the two older men. Ex-army – fucking Airborne! – and they were terrified at the mention of her mother's name. "OK, what THE FUCK is going on?"
They looked at each other, their faces stretched in awful grimaces. The older one looked back at her. "Look, we can't be here, we need to leave, NOW, OK? We just..." They started moving towards the door.

"Stay where you are!"

They both froze, not looking at her. Dennis tugged at her arm. "What the hell, sis? What's going on?"
She ignored him, her gaze boring into the terrified men. "My mother is Mr. Collins' bodyguard, but you hear her name and you piss yourself. Again: what THE FUCK is going on?!"
They were standing facing the door, not looking at her, silent. Then the older one spoke: "Look, we don't know anything, we don't want any trouble, we're just... we're just going to leave."
Janice spoke sharply. "You leave, I go ask my mom why two ex-army guys – one white, one black, both Airborne 75th Cavalry – why those two guys would come and bother her children."
Dennis whispered to her, now terrified himself: "What the hell you doing, sis?!" but she ignored him, her lips pulled in tight, waiting for the men to answer.
They stood stock still for a moment, not saying anything. The older one finally spoke up. "She's... She's the boss's bodyguard, right? We don't want him pissed at us, OK? He's a pretty tough guy, is all."
"BULLshit!" Janice was getting excited. She had long had a feeling that something was off with the whole thing, this job that her mom had. Why did the boss of a regular American real estate company – or whatever it was this company did – why did the boss need a bodyguard? And why were there two ex-military guys on staff? They didn't look like accountants or butlers or whatever...! And WHY were those two very MANLY men so terrified at the mere mention of her mother's name?
The men turned to her, looked at each other, their distress almost palpable. The black young guy looked at her, looking anguished. "Look – your mom... She..." His voice trailed off. The other one looked at him, then back at her. "Your mom – she fucks people up."
"What?!"
Janice and Dennis spoke in unison. They stared at the man in disbelief. "What the fuck do you mean – 'she fucks people up'?" asked Janice. "What the hell does it even MEAN??!"
The men looked at each other, and the younger one spoke. "Mr. Collins – he has a lot of businesses, OK? He sometimes needs people roughed up..." "...Or worse." Interjected his friend. "Yeah, sometimes really bad, she... she beats them up, she breaks them, she sometimes..." "O-kaaaay...!" His friend cut him off, quickly. "It's pretty bad, OK?"
Dennis was now livid with anger. "This is BULLshit! What the FUCK are you talking about? This is fucking INSANE!" Janice said nothing, just looking at the men. Dennis turned to her: "This is insane, right? Why would they say this?!" Janice still said nothing. She took hold of his arm, squeezing it lightly, reassuring him, calming him down. She finally said, thoughtfully: "My friend's cousin works here – has worked here for a year. He didn't say anything about this, he has always seemed very friendly with my mom..." Dennis chimed in, enthusiastically: "Yeah, sure, Donnie – he would have said something!"
The men looked at him incredulously. "Donnie? Donnie Mercer?!"
The siblings both nodded, their faces tense. The younger one guffawed. The older man smiled, grimly. "The poor bastard – she had him last week, fucked the shit out of him, they say he's not coming back."

***

There was silence. Janice was gazing at the men intently, thinking. Dennis looked at her, his eyes pleading. "It can't be true, right? They're lying, right, Jan?" His sister turned her gaze to him, slowly. "They're fucking with us" she said. She turned her eyes back to the two men, who were now fidgeting visibly. "Not cool, guys." The younger one opened his mouth to speak, his face anguished, but his friend grabbed his shoulder, squeezing it, and spoke up. "Yeah, well – we tried. Sorry about that." And, just like that, they were both headed towards the door. Janice didn't try to stop them – just followed them with her eyes, thoughtful. Dennis looked at her, his voice breaking, "Jan – I don't think they were kidding, they... They looked really scared, REALLY terrified..."
Janice looked down at her brother – the brother who was most of the time a pain-in-the-ass, whose infatuation with her was creeping her out, somewhat – but who she now realized she loved very much and wanted to protect. "Yeah, because mom being some sort of big-time psycho who tortures people for money makes so much sense, right?" She saw the doubt in his eyes and plowed on. "Think, you moron! Two army vets, coming in to their gym and seeing two uppity kids who try to boss them around – you think they're just going to bow out? They find out it's legit, but they still wanted to get a shot in!"
Dennis was thinking, hard. He loved his mom – yeah, he sometimes felt resentful, because she had this special relationship with Dylan, because of all the cancer stuff; but she was like no other mom he knew, in the best way possible. She was such a badass – the muscles, and the Krav Maga and the freaking BODYGUARD job...! Some kids in school gave him a hard time because of her – but just last week, Benny Adams, who not so long ago called her "a freak" picked up a conversation with him, innocently asking if his mom was on Insta****... And then he thought back – what, 11 years? – him waking up early, going down to the kitchen to get water and seeing his mother sitting there, back from a night at the hospital with Dylan, crying...
He felt a surge of anger. "Those motherfuckers! How could they DO something like this?! I'm gonna..."
His sister cut him off, her voice dry. "You're gonna do nothing. Fuck them, but we have about 40 minutes left and with need to finish shooting this fucker."
Her brother gave her an incredulous look. "You're still in the mood to shoot?!"
She smiled at him. "Mood got nothing to do with it. Like a wise man once told me – I think it was last week, actually – 'mood's for cows – you fight when you need to'!"
He laughed, his mood immediately lifting. "It's 'cattle', you moron! 'You fight when the necessity arises – no matter the mood! Mood's a thing for cattle..."
"All RIGHT, nerd!" she cut him off. "You read Dune 73 times or whatever – good for you. Can we PLEASE get started?"

***

When Melanie came in they were done, packing up their stuff, Janice back in her shorts and tank top.
"So – how did it go?"
Janice answered quickly, glancing at her brother, her eyebrows contracting briefly in warning. "Great, mom! This is really a fantastic place for this, you should try and get us in again."
Their mother laughed. "Whoa – you just finished this one! Don't get too greedy. Let's head back home – you want to get a burger or something in town?"
Dennis lifted his hand. "Sounds good – but there's some business I gotta take care of, first..."
Melanie sighed as her son headed towards the bathroom at the back. "So – I guess we got at least 10 minutes to burn, now..."
Janice asked: "Is Donnie around? Can you call him in? Haven't seen him in ages."
Her mom didn't look at her. She was fiddling with a shoulder press machine, absent-mindedly moving the selector pin all the way down to the bottom.
"Right, I didn't tell you. Mr. Collins is doing construction in a military base in Saudi Arabia, and he had to go there, they were having some trouble, got the word on Wednesday, they flew them over that night..."
Janice looked at her, her eyes impenetrable. "A bit sudden, no?"
Melanie shrugged. "Well, it's a high-pressure job. But he gets paid very well – and it could mean a promotion for him, more money, more responsibility..." She was almost babbling, going beyond the cover story that Mr. Collins her filled her on, yesterday. For some reason, she felt almost unnerved by her daughter's stare. Was it her conscience? Goddammit, who let the damn thing OUT??! She smiled up at her daughter, wanting desperately to change the subject. "I was just kidding, before. I'm glad this worked out, I'll check and see if we can make the gym available for you again next week."
Janice smiled at her. "That would be great, mom! I think I really like this place – I'd love to come back!"

[jhunter]

Another great update. Hope things progress more.

[jstans]

waiting for the monster mother to peg her sonny boy

Come on, man.

[WapWap]

You keep making the story of Mrs. Lockwood better and better!  Fantastic work.

[Ncsn]

You keep making the story of Mrs. Lockwood better and better!  Fantastic work.

Thank you! I'm now coming up to my biggest test, yet - the first real sex scene - and I hope I'm up to it...!

[jumpy999]

You keep making the story of Mrs. Lockwood better and better!  Fantastic work.

Thank you! I'm now coming up to my biggest test, yet - the first real sex scene - and I hope I'm up to it...!

Can't wait for it. You got this!

[QBikk]

You keep making the story of Mrs. Lockwood better and better!  Fantastic work.

Thank you! I'm now coming up to my biggest test, yet - the first real sex scene - and I hope I'm up to it...!

Can't wait to read the end result!

[Ncsn]

Chapter 11
In which two middle-aged women have middle-aged women-type fun


She felt a little self-conscious as she walked up the garden path to the house. The only clothes she really felt comfortable in were her basic outfits - jeans (full length or Daisy Dukes), a t-shirt or a tank-top, or a bikini. She felt this dinner called for something different, and she went with a summer dress, one she had last worn at her cousin's wedding, almost 6 years ago. It was white, with a lace top, and it did a very good job of showing off her man-killer thighs and her upper body - the generous cleavage presenting her deep-cut pecks to the best effect, her massive, almost perfectly round delts bursting out, threatening to tear the thin straps barely holding the dress in place. She was ambivalent about it - it was just a little bit more "girly" than she felt comfortable with; on the other hand - uncle Marty did suffer a stroke on that wedding night, and she knew her aunt blamed her. Family gossip had it that he had it in the bathroom, while mastrubating... Yeah, she wanted to have that effect on Nadine, tonight!

Nadine's reaction, when she opened the door, was most gratifying. Her jaw actually dropped, her eyes widening. "Oh!... you... you look very lovely, Melanie." Melanie smiled at her. "Why, thank you! I don't usually get to dress up, but I thought I'd give it a try, tonight..." Nadine's eyes seemed to be riveted to her chest. She stammered: "it... it really makes your... er... your body stand OUT..." Melanie laughed, amused. "Yeah, well, anything to get me noticed!" Nadine flushed, embarrassed, and Melanie leaned forward, kissing her gently on her cheek. "Seriously, I'm glad you like it. I'm not used to dressing up, thought I might look ridiculous." Nadine's eyes opened wide, and she opened her mouth to protest, but Melanie stopped her. "Here - I hope this is good -" shoving the bottle of wine she was carrying into her hostess's hand. "Brad - my husband - vouches for it..." (Trader Joe's Grand Reserve - might not be very fancy, but it gets the job done!). Nadine collected herself. She looked down at the bottle and forced a smile. "That is... lovely. Err... we better go in."

Melanie followed her into the house. It was rather large, furnished in an old-time, European style - probably reflecting Nadine's New Orleans roots. There was a very distinct smell of southern spices and cats. As Nadine led her to the living room, Melanie was surprised to notice that her hostess's figure was not quite as skinny as she had always thought. She had only ever seen her before in her work clothes - very conservative, unassuming suits, that almost seemed designed to make her blend into the furniture. She now had a slightly shorter skirt on, and Melanie noted that her calves had a nice curve to them, and the 3" of exposed thigh revealed a nice muscle tone. Interesting...

They came into the living room - heavy leather sofa and armchairs, lots of artsy stuff on the walls, all centered around a giant TV screen, at least 70", feeling very out of place in this old world-style room. There were two large cats lounging on the sofa - Nadine introduced them as Mr. Buttons and Mr. Huckleberry - who watched Melanie with a look of almost open hostility. Melanie smiled politely, and thought smugly: "Yes, shitheads, you better believe it - your mistress is mine tonight..." She sat down at the end of the sofa; her dress went almost all the way up, exposing her mammoth thighs, and she heard Nadine's breath catching in her throat. She pulled at the hem in vain, the corded muscles stopping it from going back down. She shrugged, smiling up at Nadine. "Main reason why I prefer my jeans..." Nadine seemed to be having difficulty breathing. "I... I think... I think your legs are unbelievable! It's a crime to cover them!" Melanie laughed, looking at the older woman's own legs. "You actually have a very nice pair, yourself. I think you should show them off more."

Nadine's face turned a shade of deep crimson. She mumbled something incoherent, and moved quickly to an ornate drinks cabinet, situated next to the giant screen, an assortment of decanters and glasses and ice buckets on top. "Would you like an aperitif? I had a bottle of 1986 Suze delivered this week, it is quite... scintillating."
Melanie shrugged. "Why the hell not?" The Lockwoods were a single malt and beer family, and she had no idea what a 'Suze' was, but - when in Rome and all that, right?

As it turned out, the Suze was a bitter-sweet liqueur that was really nice, served with soda water on ice. It was soon followed by another - a Fabiola? - which, if nothing else, made Nadine much less awkward and more talkative. She tended to talk too much about her cats, who seemed to play quite a significant role in her life, but she also had some stories about Collins Sr. - her first boss - and some bits of gossip about Howard Collins, whom she seemed to have quite a complicated attitude towards... Melanie mostly listened; there wasn't anything that felt significant, but you could never know. There were some stories about Henry, the titular number 2 in the Collins Inc.organization; she would be accompanying him to the meeting in Mexico, next week, and she needed every bit of information to help her decide how to handle the timid accountant.

The dinner itself was a revelation. Melanie was never one for "exotic" food, Mexican food being the only new addition to her fave dishes over the last two decades. Nadine's Jambalaya was indeed quite the adventure; it was a bit hotter than she was used to - Nadine seemingly assuming that Melanie's muscle mass would protect her from the blast of the lethal Habanero peppers she used instead of the Chilli! - but after the initial shock she plowed on, eyes watering and nose running, cleaning her plate and asking for more.

It was almost 10 PM when they moved back to the living room, having cooled their aching palates with delicious, home-made ice-cream. Melanie - feeling full and in a very good mood - sat down on the sofa, this time not bothering with her wandering dress. Nadine sat down on the armchair next to her, and turned on the giant TV, using a comically large remote. "OK, now THIS is the main event!". 

Far as Melanie could tell, she accessed the Collins Inc. server using a VPN app on the smart TV, typing a ridiculously long password; once in, she accessed a folder called "Media", and then one called "The Leisure Suite" - this one demanding an even longer password (which - Melanie noted with some amusement - Nadine seemed to type almost automatically) - and she was in. There were 6 folders, each labeled by year, starting with the first year of Collins inc. moving into the mansion. Nadine clicked the first year, and there they were - rows of MP4 files, with large thumbnails, each labeled with a name (or names), usually truncated. 
"47 files," said Nadine. "53 people. Just May to December - and it's the most you have done in one year..."
"Yeah, there seem to be less every year..." Melanie's was thinking, furiously. All her sessions - filmed, all on the company's main server... God lord, she never suspected...! "Who has access to this?" She asked.
Nadine looked up at her, still smiling proudly. "Oh, don't worry, this is all protected to a level that even the NSA couldn't crack..."
Melanie grunted, skeptically. The NSA couldn't crack the protections on a hick company's server. Yeah, right. She repeated her question. "Who has access to it?"
Nadine's smile became a little strained. "Well, Mr. Collins and myself have remote access to the Leisure Suite folder, and Pranay at IT is working on it in the basement offices, but, really, there... there really isn't any danger...!"
Melanie was silent for a minute. This was serious - she was potentially exposed, if someone hacked his way into this folder she was in huge trouble... she sighed. Well, another reason to bring Mr. Collins down, make some changes! There was nothing she could do about it now - better calm down and deal with the business at hand.

Nadine now had a worried look on her face. "Is that a problem? I never thought..."
Melanie smiled at her, taking her hostess's hand in hers. "No, it's OK, I was just surprised at the size of it." She patted the couch near her. "Come on over, let's watch something. I've never seen myself in action, I'm really excited about it!״ Well, that part was definitely true...

Nadine rose, still looking a bit apprehensive, and moved to the sofa, sitting down gingerly, keeping a decent distance from her guest. She spoke haltingly. "The first couple of months... they only had two cameras, and the sound was awful, so it's not so great. Pity - there were some really nice ones there!" Her tone got more assured, as she went on speaking about her favorite subject. "We had the system upgraded in August, and then we had Pranay come on the IT team, and he has been doing a stellar job, editing those videos..." She laughed, and Melanie thought again - as she did several times during the evening - that when her hostess allowed herself a smile, she looked almost beautiful. "It's funny - he actually appeared in one of the first videos he edited...!" Melanie nodded. "Right! Mr. Collins had him as a guest, to watch it, and afterwards he brought him in and introduced him. I don't think he enjoyed the show... Did you know he peed his pants?" Nadine looked at her, her eyes open wide. "No! You are joshing me!" Melanie guffawed. "I'm sure he left that part out of the video...!" Nadine shook her head, smiling in disbelief. "Well, his whole visit is documented..." Her fingers played deftly on the remote, and she clicked on a file named "Travis K.". A media player opened, and she pressed 'Play'.

There was a man - big, burly, thick black beard, pacing the floor in the familiar surroundings. "They still had their clothes on back then," Nadine said. "you changed it after a few months - why? Was it to make them feel the terror, prime them?" Melanie shook her head, smiling sheepishly. "Actually, I broke a fingernail while stripping one of the Delgado brothers the next February... Having them wait naked is very effective, but stripping them was kinda fun..."
Nadine was looking at her, shocked. "Oh, dear! I didn't know that... Is it OK, now?" Melanie laughed. "Well, it WAS over four years ago..." She put up her hand - all fingernails in place, all neatly trimmed. "All better now, see?" Nadine reached out, gingerly taking the younger woman's hand in hers.
"Oh, my... I'm glad there was no damage... " She smiled up at Melanie, still holding her hand. "Your hand - the palm is so rough, yet it looks - well, it looks almost... dainty..." She dropped Melanie's hand and looked away, her face red. "Oh... I... I beg your pardon..." Melanie smiled, her hand going up, gently stroking Nadine's arm. "My husband says it feels like a cat's tongue...". Nadine shivered and closed her eyes. One of the cats - was it Mr. Buttons or Mr. Huckleberry? - stirred in his corner of the sofa. Raising its head, he fixed Melanie in a hostile stare. She withdrew her hand - 'not just yet', she thought. On the screen her younger self was coming into the room, dressed in her usual jeans and t-shirt ensemble, carrying her bag. The man looked to the side - the gallery wasn't shown - and spoke up, angrily, his voice gravely and very southern-sounding: "Fuck this, Collins! I heard about this bitch - I ain't playing your games!" He hunched his shoulders, and without warning charged at Melanie, who was standing by the door, her face expressionless. There was a sudden whirl of motion, and the big man was thrown back, landing on his back with a thud. A caption appeared on the screen, flashing several times: REPLAY!!!! Melanie watched, fascinated, as her younger self executed a perfect standing side kick in slow motion, hitting the man in his upper chest, stopping him in his tracks and sending him tumbling backwards, head first,. "Wow. That is pretty impressive...! I don't think I can be this fast, nowadays - certainly not go this high!".

Nadine looked at her, surprised. "I don't think..." Melanie touched her arm, again, smiling. "I'm not being modest - I've lost a step or two over the years. But I've made up for it in other ways..." She stretched her arm out, and slowly, methodically, started pumping her fist, her forearm going up, her bicep pushing out, rising, growing rounder, the long thick vein running along it expanding. "Fully pumped, this baby is almost 19"... An inch and a half bigger than it was then. What do you think?" Nadine just looked, her mouth agape. Her hand reached forward, stopped in mid-air. "Can I...?" Melanie smiled at her, nodding, lowering her forearm a little to allow her better access. Nadine raised both hands, her right hand stroking the almost-fully pumped bicep, the left caressing the back, kneading it, silky soft skin giving a little only to be met with rock-hard muscle. Nadine was smiling, her eyes filled with wonder. "This is just... so beautiful!..." As if hypnotized she leaned forward, her thin lips almost touching the majestic mound of power. A pink tongue flicked out, touching the skin hesitantly, retracting immediately. Her eyes looked up at Melanie's, questioning. Melanie smiled softly, reassuringly, and Nadine's eyes went back to the object of her desire. The tongue came back out, and touched the mountainous bicep, licking it gently. Melanie felt a shiver of pleasure running down her spine; closing her eyes, she let herself get lost in the sensation, as Nadine's tongue explored her mighty arm, licking it, kissing it delicate, butterfly kisses.
After a moment she opened her eyes, and looked at Nadine's. They smiled at each other, no words needing to be said. She lowered her arm, going around Nadine's back, pulling her into her body, gently, and leaned down, locking her lips on Nadine's half-open, yearning mouth. They kissed for what seemed like an eternity, their hands moving, exploring each other's body. Nadine's body was like a waif's next to Melanie's, but her small breasts felt firm, straining upwards against Melani's heavier ones, her thin waist surprisingly solid in her rough hands. She writhed against Melanie's Herculean body, moaning softly, her tongue exploring the younger woman's mouth.

Melanie broke away after a few minutes. Her body protested - she wanted more! - but she knew she must not forget her main purpose, coming here. There would be a lot of time for play, later...

"Well, THAT was a nice aperitif...!"
Nadine laughed. Melanie had known her for almost 9 years, and had never heard her laugh, till tonight - never saw her smile, really, aside from the tight-lipped, polite grimace she usually had on. This new Nadine she was discovering tonight - the smiling, laughing woman in the more loose-fitting, slightly more daring clothes - yeah, this woman was actually quite attractive...
"I'm not a very good hostess, am I? I didn't even offer you a digestif... Would you like some brandy? I have a lovely Armagnac...?"
Melanie laughed. "Ooo, I love how you pronounce it... Well, you've been on point with the alcohol, tonight - think I'll trust you with this... Armuhnyak?"
Nadine rose to her feet, a bit unsteadily. "Armagnac..." Pronouncing it with a french lilt. "Coming right up..."
As Nadine busied herself at the drinks cabinet, Melanie watched the forgotten TV. Younger her was now in a bikini, a muscle-bound tigris toying with her prey. Travis was putting up a good fight, obviously he's had some boxing training, but it wasn't having much of an effect against his stronger, far more agile opponent. Melanie smiled grimly as she watched; things were about to turn much darker for poor Travis K... If she remembered correctly, this one went all the way. She wondered idly who he was, and what he had done to have Mr. Collins instruct her to inflict "The Penultimate Punishment" on him... She asked out loud: "Is there a way to know the full name, or what got the poor bastard here?"

Nadine shrugged. "Well, it IS connected to a database, but only Mr. Collins and Marcus have access to it..." She turned around, carrying two beautiful, narrow-necked glasses with a deep-brown liquid in it. She presented Melanie with one. "52 percent alcohol - this one has got quite a surprising kick..." She sat down on the sofa, this time settling into Melanie's generous curves, her head resting on her gargantuan shoulder. Melanie slid her hand behind Nadine's back, put her hand on her waist, pulling her closer. They settled back, bodies tight together, brandy in hand. looking up at the TV, Nadine exclaimed: "Oh, the white bikini with the black stripes! I love it! You haven't used it in ages...!" Melanie sighed. "Yup. My daughter decided she likes it, too - so, mom has to shop for a new one..." She took a sip from her glass, and was surprised at the avalanche of flavours that assailed her palate. "Damn...!" She let it play around in her mouth a bit, swallowed. "This is GOOD!" Nadine smiled contentedly. sipping from her glass, watching younger Melanie drive a vicious knee into Travis K.'s groin. The large man sunk to his knees, his mouth open in a soundless scream. Melanie strolled over, towering over him, grabbing his thinning hair in one hand, and hammered his jaw with a quick jab. There was the sound of bone breaking, and Nadine squealed in delight. "Did you see that? A tooth actually flew out of his mouth!" Younger Melanie moved back, letting him fall to the ground. She was humming to herself, her fingers drumming a rhythm in the air. Nadine looked up at her. "You hum a lot during those things, don't you? What is that one?" Melanie laughed. "I think it's... 'Barracuda'? You can't beat classic rock." She pointed at the screen. "Hey, go to the end - I want to see the bit with Pranay!"

Nadine smiled. "Oh, we forgot all about him!" She held up the remote, bringing up the timeline, pressing down a little after the 30 minutes mark.

The room was filled with sounds of whimpering. It was an overhead shot - the camera above the viewing gallery window. Travis K. was writhing on the floor, face down, blood coming out of his anus. Melanie was standing over him, her bikini bottom gone, replaced with a thin black strap, running around her generous hips. A giant phallus extended from her midsection - a 9" monstrosity, smeared with blood. Nadine actually squealed in the delight. "Oooo, The Black Duke!" Melanie thought it was a good thing her hands were full with the brandy and the remote, otherwise she would have probably clapped her hands...
Younger Melanie was looking at someone in the viewing gallery, nodding. She folded her massive arms underneath her heavy bust and waited. Melanie noted with a pang of regret that her tits seemed to be bigger than their current state. Yes, all that dieting was taking its toll...

The view on the TV switched to a camera facing the door. It opened, and two men walked in. One - dressed in an immaculate tan suit - had his face blurred (Melanie thought that Mr. Collins was no fool - he was not having his face appear on something like this!); the other was a young, Indian-looking guy, his face stretched in a terrified smile. They walked up to Melanie, Mr. Collins's hand behind Pranay's back. He gestured at the waiting Melanie, then at Pranay, the audio going dead for a few seconds as he spoke; when it came back, Melanie was saying "Very pleased to meet you", extending her hand for a shake. They were at an angle to the camera, Melanie's outlandish extra appendage almost touching the young man's abdomen, his front showing clearly. Melanie watched intently as the petrified man shook her younger self's hand, and then shouted, triumphantly "There! There it is!" The view switched to another camera - one probably above the door - but she saw it. Nadine fumbled with the remote, expertly running the video back, pausing at the second before the camera switched - and there indeed it was: a small, dark stain, suddenly appearing at the top of Pranay's bulging crotch...

They looked at the screen, then at each other - and broke out laughing.
After a moment Melanie said, gasping for air: "We really... we really shouldn't..!"
Nadine's face took on a mock seriousness. "After all, he IS a valued colleague..."
They both stopped laughing, looked at each other for a minute, all serious - and then burst out laughing once more.
After a while Nadine said: "I'm usually against bullying in the workplace, but this is just precious... too bad I can't needle him about it."
Melanie took a sip from her brandy and smiled at her. "You have a pretty naughty side, don't you?" Nadine blushed a little, averting her eyes. She said, quitely: "you seem to bring out the nasty little girl in me...and I love it." She leaned into Melanie, her small breasts squeezing against the larger woman's humongous pecs, her lips seeking hers.

They broke after a few moments, each sinking back into the sofa, taking a sip of her brandy. Nadine said: "Let's go back to the middle, I love that bit when you squeeze his head in your thighs, and he thrashes around like a large fish on land..." Melanie nodded. "We could... Or you could check out what it feels like, down there, yourself..."

Nadine looked at her, not speaking. She got up, quietly. She reached her hand forward, and Melanie handed her her brandy glass; she placed both half-empty glasses on the ornate coffee table. Standing in front of her, she unbuttoned her white silk shirt and took it off, slowly, revealing her body. Melanie looked up at her, appreciating the small but firm breasts, the brownish-red areolas large, pink nipples standing to attention. Kneeling down, Nadine took the hem of Melanie's dress, pulling it upwards, revealing the thick, corded thighs. She looked up at Melanie, the tip of her tongue peeking between her lips, waiting. Melanie moved her thighs open, raising her hefty buttocks up slightly. Nadine put her hands underneath the dress, and pulled, revealing Melanie's red thong, pulling it industriously across the great expense of her thighs, over her knees and down her legs, finally pulling it off, tossing it aside. There was a determined look on her face as she put her hands on Melanie's thighs - the pearl diver taking one final breath, gauging the distance to the bottom, asking her gods for their blessing... And then she went in, her head disappearing underneath the white dress, and Melanie's breath caught in her throat, as she felt cold fingers gently pulling the folds of her outer labia apart...

She didn't have much time. She reached for the remote on the sofa near her, and saw the two cats sitting up straight at the end of the sofa, side-by-side, staring at her with fascinated horror. She gave them the finger - swifter than she wished - and grabbed the remote, trying to figure out the many buttons on it. She moaned as she felt Nadine's tongue entering her inner labia, lazily lolling around, licking each and every part, going deep, slowly pushing upwards... She  closed the media player, going back to the directory, going up one level, to the main 'Leisure Suite' folder. 2018... It was sometime around Easter of 2018... She shuddered as she felt Nadine's tongue touching her clit, a soft, exploratory lick... 2018, here we go... there were 28 files in all, 5 double-headers. Two of the files had people with latin sounding names - nope; one had Paulie D. and Martin D. - another two of the unending Delgado clan... Two possible files, then. She let out an involuntary groan as Nadine's tongue began to take on her clit in earnest. Her thighs flexed, corded muscles dancing - she was used to having helpless men trapped there, grinding at them mercilessly; she needed to control her instincts... Brad has threatened to stop going down on her, after she almost crushed his head that one time... She put her left hand on Nadine's neck, stroking it gently. GOD that felt good...!
She opened the first of the two files - Jon W. And Don V. She almost laughed as she saw the two naked men prowling the floor, back and forth - right, the Kung-Fu Klowns! Those two were fun... Down under, Nadine was going to town on her clit - sucking and licking at an ever increasing tempo. Yeah, no time... She went back up to the main directory and clicked on the last file. David J. and Courtney V. "Bingo!" she thought, as she saw the two men - one black, one white, naked and scared, waiting for they knew not what, about to have the worst night of their lives...
She barely managed to close the file and go back to the folder they were watching before, when the trembling started. She arched her back and groaned, her thighs spasming. She lifted her dress and put both hands on Nadine's head, pushing it down. She was moaning, finally allowing herself to get lost in the sensation, her bottom gyrating, pushing against Nadine's face, hands holding the woman's head, thighs that could crush cinder blocks flexing, squeezing her head mercilessly. Somewhere, far far away, she could hear Nadine's muffled groans, she could feel thin, well-manicured hands beating helplessly at her thunderous thighs. She was bucking wildly now, only vaguely aware of the body trapped between her legs, tossing with the heaves of her mammoth, muscle-bound body... And then she came, waves of explosive pleasure racking her body, and she sunk back into the sofa, head slung back, eyes closed, a blissful smile on her beautiful face.

It took her a moment to come to her senses, and she jerked up, her eyes open wide. "Nadine!!"

The older woman was slumped at the foot of the sofa, laying crumpled, her face stained with Melanie's sex juices, her eyes closed, her breathing shallow. Melanie cursed out loud, and bent at her side, raising her head up. "Nadine! Sweetie..." She wiped her face with her hand, looking at her imploringly. "Oh, god..." She bent down, kissing her on her lips, and looked at her again, her face anguished. "Please...!" She raised her head as she felt eyes upon her, and saw the two creepy cats, sitting still, watching her intently. "Oh, fuck off, will you?!" They didn't move, just sitting there, their stare accusatory...

The color gradually returned to Nadine'a face, and her breathing became more regular. Her eyes finally opened - unfocused, at first; her gaze slowly focused, as she looked at Melanie - and smiled.
"That was... Heaven." She whispered

Melanie laughed with joy. She held Nadine up, looking in her eyes. "I thought I hurt you... It was just so fantastic, I haven't had anything like this in a long time, I... I just lost control... I'm... I'm so sorry..."
Nadine looked at her, smiling wickedly. "Yes, you were a naughty girl, very naughty. But I know how you can make up for it..."
Melanie let go of her, gently, and stood up. With one swift motion she raised her dress over her head, throwing it on the sofa, standing naked. Her body glistened with sweat, every curve of her almost inhumanly perfect physique standing out in stark relief. She bent down, picking Nadine up in her huge arms and stood up, carrying her as if she weighed nothing. She kissed her, both motionless as time stood still around them. she finally broke and asked, smiling: "What is your command, my lady?"
Nadine smiled back at her. "I wish to introduce you to a friend of mine..."
"Oh?"
"Yes. Count Nefarious - a cousin to the Black Duke..."
"I see..."
"He's waiting upstairs, in a drawer by my bed - he would let no one else wear him, you are the only one who could do him justice..."
Melanie nodded. "Right. So - I guess we shouldn't keep royalty waiting... Shall we?"
Nadine leaned forward and kissed her on the side of her neck. "We shall indeed."

As she carried her lover upstairs, for their date with a majestic dildo, Melanie thought, happily: "And it's not even 11 PM..."

***

It was almost 11 AM when she got back home. Brad and Dylan were downstairs, clearing the remains of what seemed like a very big, very messy brunch. Dylan rushed at her, and she picked him up, hugging him. "You missed brunch!" he said. "Dad made us pancakes!" "Ohhh...Damn! How was it?" "Terrible. Janice says he's hopeless!" She put him down, and he ran off, going upstairs. "Janice is a very smart girl..." she murmured, going into the kitchen. Brad was filling the dishwasher, looking very much like a father who had spent a morning alone with his teen-age kids. "I heard the pancakes were a great success," she said, hugging him from behind. He snorted. "Oh, fuck those ungrateful bastards! How was your night?"
She held him tight, her arms holding him in a vise-like grip, her breasts squashed against his broad back, her crotch slowly gyrating against his butt. "Mmm... It's good to be home, baby..." He laughed. "That bad?" She smiled and bit his neck, lightly. "No, it was actually quite amazing." He craned his head back, trying to see if she was kidding. "Seriously?" "Absolutely. I think we finally found a third we can both agree on. If we're all alive by the time of your next birthday, we're definitely doing it..." Her hand went down, groping, and she smiled. "I can tell you're as excited about this as I am..."
Her husband laughed. He struggled to free himself of her bear hug, and she let go. He turned around, looking serious. "And... the other thing? Did you find anything you can use?"
She nodded. "I'll have to do some more digging, but I think I have a good starting point."
She leaned into him, shoving him against the kitchen counter. "Now, how about we go upstairs and do some catching up?"

[QBikk]

I really like where you go with it. I was expecting it this way, it was hot. Thanks for sharing!

[QBikk]

Hey NCSN, any news about your excellent story? I'd really like to read how Melanie will dish revenge out to protect her family.

[Ncsn]

Hey NCSN, any news about your excellent story? I'd really like to read how Melanie will dish revenge out to protect her family.

Well, I'm thinking about it a lot, and I feel like I have a story to tell here, but it mainly comes down to this: I feel like my writing is not good enough, and I don't see an improvement... There's the weekend in the Mexican resort coming up, which calls for lots of sexy descriptions (and just plain sex), and I'm just not up to the task. That's the bottom line.