West Bound For Jordon

A Scheming Pair

     "Oh, Ms. Harley, wasn't he something? You have to tell me all the details!" Lowell gushed as he slithered onto the barstool next to Jordan. He'd dressed rather conservatively that evening. Conservative, that was, for Lowell. The boy was wearing a pink polo shirt with a dark blue, silk scarf wrapped around his neck, paired with black, dress slacks, and red Chuck Taylor's.

     "Lowell, you know I don't kiss and tell now make yourself useful and order me another drink."

     Jordan watched, feigning boredom, as Lowell waved over the bartender and ordered Sangria for her and a bottle of beer for himself. Lowell was a good friend, though quite young and reckless at times, he was fiercely loyal and dependable. In her line of work, Jordan needed dependable. Lowell's lifestyle had never been an issue for Jordan. She could hardly judge him when she herself marched to the beat of a different drum.

     "So, aren't you going to tell me anything?" he pestered.

     Jordan sighed and sipped her drink, twirling the contents and inhaling the fragrance as though testing the bouquet of a glass of wine. "Lowell, I checked his goods to make sure you didn't destroy his chances of fathering a child, not that I think he ever should."

     "Why do you say that and tell me, was he big? He looks like he would be. I mean to say, that is…"

     "Lowell," she sighed in exasperation. "Yes, he was decent sized. I just don't think very highly of Mr. West."

     "But why?" Lowell persisted.

     "He struck me as an arrogant, spoiled, young man who has always been given everything and had to work for nothing. Did you notice… well, I suppose you didn't since you weren't there when he first arrived? He projected the attitude of someone who was being inconvenienced. Him, being inconvenienced to come work on my computer! Can you imagine the nerve?"

     "Wow, he really has you worked up! I haven't seen you this pissed at someone since… well, since Mr. Dawson decided to sell half of his shares in the company to his daughter!"

     "Lowell, I'm begging you, in the name of all that is holy, don't get me started on that s**t tonight!"

     "Sure, Ms. Harley but please, tell me more!" Lowell curled up on the barstool and looked like an eager child who was about to be given an important secret.

     Jordon shook her head and sighed again. "Lowell, you really are pathetic but I suppose I'll take pity on you. After all, I have no one else to confide this to, do I? After you left, I made him slide his pants and boxer's down, and then I checked his balls just to make sure there was no swelling…"

     "Did he protest? Did he ask what you were doing, try to stop you?"

     "Damn it, Lowell! Who's telling this story? If you interrupt me again, I'll get up and leave!"

     "s**t, I'm sorry, please go on."

     "Where was I? Ah yes, his balls, they were really quite lovely. He actually shaves them; can you believe that, Lowell? It's a rare thing these days to find a man that takes enough pride in his appearance to do a little man-scaping. His c**k was rather impressive. I told him so. It got so nice and hard for me. Really quickly I rather think. He was so flustered he just sat there quietly and did everything I told him to do."

     "In case you've forgotten, Ms. Jordan, you tend to have that effect on men," Lowell winked at her, grinning like a schoolboy.

     "No, only on the ones who are already submissive. He isn't submissive, at least he doesn't strike me that way, not naturally so at any rate. He might be made to be so with the proper instruction."

     "So he got hard? Can't say that I blame him for that. A strange woman handling my sweet parts would probably make me c*m right in my pants! What did he say when you complimented his c**k?"

     "Oh nothing, I didn't give him time to say anything."

     "Did he apologize for being hard?"

     "Why the hell would he do something like that? He was scared half out of his mind! I tell you, Lowell, that boy didn't know whether to s**t or go sailing!"

     "You should have taken some more time with him, enjoyed him a bit. You always play with those old guys. You need some younger meat. He was f**k hot!"

     "Yes, Lowell, he was f**k hot but unfortunately, those types of men always know they are. I wish you could have seen the way he acted when he was talking to my secretary! Made me just about puke up my bagel!"

     "Oh, that would have been unfortunate! Those bagels were to die for. So, are you going to call his daddy at the computer company and rat him out for being a douche?"

     "Hardly! How the hell can I do that? We'll be lucky if he doesn't file charges against you for battery!"

     "f**k, you don't think he will do you?"

     "If he does, I have an ace in the hole!"

     Lowell was practically climbing on the bar with excitement. He shifted and wiggled restlessly as he tried to get comfortable, his excitement growing more palpable with every passing second. "Ace in the hole? What ace in the hole?"

     "He violated the privacy of my personal computer and downloaded some of my video files."

     "That d**k head! How did you find out?"

     "The controls are set to keep track of the date and time when those files are accessed. I noticed, this afternoon, that they'd been opened and compressed. He sent a copy of each of those files to his personal e-mail."

     "Are you going to call him on it?" Lowell asked, wide-eyed.

     "I might. I was thinking that I could use it as a blackmail of sorts. He agrees not to do anything mean to you for smashing his balls, I agree not to press charges against him for snooping in my files. I knew he would, though," Jordan smiled as she tipped up her glass and took a sip.

     "You knew he would?"

     "Yep, I left them in plain view and marked confidential just to see if Mr. West could be trusted. Obviously he can't. He took the bait, just as I knew he would. Not very smart for a computer geek, is he?"

     "Oh, he's young, handsome, and hung like a horse. What does he have to lose? Well, besides his job and his good name. Maybe his free ride? Don't know, so, what are you going to do about it?"

     "I plan to call his cell phone tonight and ask him if he enjoyed watching my videos. I'll wait while he stammers around with his excuses and his apologies, then… well, I guess we'll see."

     "How did you get his cell phone number?"

     "Just before he came in that morning, I'd called the company and asked for it. I was planning on calling him to see why he was late."

     "Oh, Ms. Harley, you are so the cat playing with her mouse! It's erotic to watch you work!"

     "Come by sometime, Lowell, when I'm with a client. You might enjoy watching me break those rich fuckers!" she replied as she tipped her glass to him.

     "No way! I'm not into that control and domination like you are! That is all you and you can have it! I wouldn't mind watching you spank Mr. West's fine ass, though."

     "I'm sure you would. Well, Lowell, I must be going now. I have a client at around six and some things to do before I ruin Mr. West's evening for him. See you tomorrow at the café for coffee?"

     "For sure, wouldn't miss it for the world! I'll be on pins and needles all night wondering what he'll do when you call him!"

     "He'll grovel, Lowell, I'll make sure of that and it will be spectacular! I might even record it for you."

     "Oh, f**k, I'm hard in my pants just thinking about it!"

     "Well, I suggest you go home and take care of that. See you tomorrow, darling!" she said as she leaned over and kissed his cheek.

     Lowell blushed and dropped his head. "Love you, you know that right?"

     "Yes, dear!"

     Orion climbed out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his impressive physique. He'd been home for only an hour or so, having stopped for Chinese take-out after work. After the near castration at Ms. Harley's office, he'd finished up his day without further incident, considering that for the first hour or so after the ball bashing, he'd walked with a bit of a limp. All the bits and parts seemed to be fine, however, and there was no ache in his groin to remind him. It appeared he would survive.

     He was looking forward to curling up in his bed with his laptop and having a gander at the files he'd downloaded from Ms. Harley's computer. He padded into the kitchen, got himself a beer, locked up, and turned off the lights. He settled Cleopatra in her heated bed on the window seat and then turned down the lights in his room. He tossed the towel aside and climbed, naked, into the big, soft bed. Pulling up the comforter, he opened his laptop. A few clicks later and he was on his home screen.

     This was it, the moment of truth. His hands shook with the adrenaline of anticipation as he clicked on the first file and waited for the video player window to open on his screen. The moment it did, he knew he had some good stuff. Ms. Harley was standing in front of the camera, adjusting it for a better view, she stepped back and he got a good look at her outfit. She was dressed in a black, leather vest that accentuated her ample cleavage and a short, black, leather skirt paired with fish-nets and very high, platform, black heels. Her hair was pulled up into a loose bun on top of her head and her makeup was rather bordello. He was impressed. He would be further impressed in just a moment.

     Orion watched as she turned and snapped her fingers. A man came into view. He an attractive, older man, maybe the same age as Orion's father, mid-forties perhaps older. He was naked and obviously aroused. His head was up but his eyes were down, his hands behind his back. He was standing at attention in more ways than one and he was waiting for her to tell him what to do. When she began to speak in that husky, slightly deep voice, Orion sucked in a breath.

     "On your knees boy!" she ordered the man and he dropped.

     Orion watched, his eyes widening as she walked around the contrite, kneeling man at her feet. She appeared to be inspecting her victim. Orion found himself remembering the commanding way she'd spoken to him in the office. He began to understand why it had been so easy for him to do what she told him to do. Ms. Harley was a dominatrix!

     "Jesus!" Orion gasped as he watched her grab the man by his hair, pulling his head back so she could snap a collar around his neck. She fastened a leash to it and tugged, pulling the submissive to his feet. He followed her to a rack on the wall. Orion stared at the screen in disbelief while she cuffed the man to it and stepped back and out of view. He held his breath, waiting, much as the submissive before him waited until she returned. She was holding a flogger. Orion knew what it was only from having seen them in movies. He'd never held a real one or felt the sting of such a device on his skin.

     "How many do you think you deserve, boy?" he heard her ask in that same, hypnotic voice.

     "As many as you feel I deserve, Mistress," the submissive answered.

     "f**k me!" Orion moaned, his c**k filling as he imagined himself strapped to the rack. His hand slipped beneath the blanket and he began to slowly stroke himself, the wonderful ache of stiffness and tight balls making his breathing hitch up as he began to pant, completely unaware that he was even doing it.

     The snap of the flogger against the submissive's back made Orion jump. "Damn hell!" he whispered, his breath coming in short, forced gasps as he stroked harder, faster, in time to the rhythm of her strokes. She had a good arm. Orion could see the man's back turning a nice shade of pink, then a lovely red as she continued, moving her strokes evenly over his skin. When she took the flogger lower, leaving stripes on his thighs and ass, Orion bent his head forward, moving closer to the screen, his eyes narrowing as he concentrated hard on the visual before him. It was so heady and he knew he wouldn't be able to hold out much longer as he remembered her hands on him from that morning, the sound of her voice as she told him "nice c**k".

     She was speaking now, to her submissive but Orion began to imagine that it was him she was talking to. "Tell me, boy, does it feel wonderful, do you ache with need, and are you hard for your Mistress? Would you love to c*m?" she asked, teasing the submissive's ass with the tails of the flogger.

     "Want to, want… want to f**k your legs off, Mistress!" the bound man cried.

     She gave a low, menacing laugh. "Would you, now? You know that isn't going to happen, don't you?" she answered as she rained down several more blows against his unprotected skin.

     "Ahh, so good, hurts so good, please, please…" he begged.

     Orion wasn't sure if it was the man on screen, or his own voice saying the litany to her. He could almost feel the sting of the flogger; he could certainly sympathize with the submissive about it hurting so good. His c**k was on fire with need and his balls were pulled up so tight that he was sure they were trying to crawl inside him. "f**k!" he moaned as he spread leaking pre-c*m all over the head of his swollen c**k. He was close, so close but he wouldn't, couldn't c*m, not without her permission. He opened his legs wider, bending his knees up and reaching for his balls with his free hand, rolling them between his fingers for a moment, before tugging lightly on the sack, making the ache even more pronounced.

     She dropped the flogger and drew near the bound man, placing her hands on his shoulders. "Do you want to please your Mistress," she asked in a cooing voice.

     "God, yes, yes, ma'am, I do want to please you!" the submissive cried, as he made a visible effort not to thrust against the rack.

     "c*m for me!" she ordered.

     Orion felt his orgasm explode over his body like a bolt of hot, white heat. His eyes closed tightly and his teeth clenched as he spilled over his hand, coating his stomach and the blankets. He could feel it, he could smell it, and he could almost taste it. It was simply that good. His whole body shuddered with the rolling shock waves of pleasure. "Christ!" he gasped, sucking in breaths of air. "My God, that was…" he trailed off, unable to speak in full sentences.

     His eyes drifted back to the screen as he came slowly down from the euphoria. It had gone dark and he'd missed the final scene. No matter, he could watch it again. He wondered what he would find on the other video files, probably much more of the same. He sincerely hoped so. He'd not c*m that hard in a long time. At least not while he was alone. He rarely had to masturbate. He could usually find a willing partner when he needed it.

     He lay like a boned fish for quite a while as his strength returned and his breathing slowed to normal, and then he rolled out of bed and walked, naked, into his bathroom to clean up. When he got back to bed, he stripped off the comforter and tossed it onto the floor. He got a clean one from the hall closet and spread it out over the bed. Cleopatra watched him as he moved and he had to wonder what she thought of him walking around naked. Damn b***h probably thought he was the ugliest thing she'd ever seen, but at least she seemed to know he was a male.  He snickered at her as he settled into bed and closed the laptop. He would treat himself with another video tomorrow night. For now, he would sleep and Orion was certain he would sleep well.

     Just as he was drifting off, his cell rang. "Who the f**k is calling me this late!" he mumbled as he struggled upright and reached for the phone, quickly unlocking the screen. He didn't recognize the number but when he pressed it to his ear and said hello, he immediately recognized the voice.

     "Hello, Mr. West. I trust you enjoyed the video you just watched? Did you find it entertaining?"

     "f**k me!" he whispered, adrenaline washing over him. It was her, Jordan Harley.

     "Oh yes, Mr. West, f**k you! Theft of someone's private files is a felony isn't it?"

     "I, but I… that is I mean…" he stammered off at a complete loss for words. "Oh, I'm so f****d!"

     "Yes, Orion, you are."

     He was silent as he waited for her to speak again, his heart beating a mile a minute and his breath coming in short, fast, pants as he shifted to sit up against the headboard of the bed.

     "So, how do you think I should proceed? I could inform your father, or I could file formal charges against you. No, I think I have a better plan. You will meet me tomorrow after work at a club I'm a member of. Tell me, Mr. West, are you familiar with the "Paradigm Shift", it's on the south side?"

     "Umm, no, I'm not familiar with it," he said, trying to keep his voice steady.

     "GPS it. I want you there at 8 pm sharp and not a minute later or your ass will pay for it, understood?"

     "Yes, ma'am!" he gasped.

     "Good, I'll be looking forward to it. Oh, Mr. West, do dress well. I won't have anyone thinking ill of my choice for a dinner companion."

     "You mean like a suit and tie or something?" he asked, still fighting to keep his voice steady.

     "Exactly, I appreciate a sharp-dressed man. Don't disappoint me! We have things that need to be discussed, don't we? For instance, what I'm going to do about your breach of etiquette. I need to find a suitable "punishment" for you. You think about it. We'll put our heads together and see what we can come up with."

     "Yes, ma'am," he answered again, feeling rather helpless.

     "I'll be expecting you, Orion. Just inform the concierge that you are meeting me and he'll show you to my table. I'll talk to you then. Goodbye, Mr. West."

     "Goodbye, Ms. Harley," he answered in defeat as the phone went dead in his hand.