And last of all, Suzanne. She's in the parking lot with Caroline. She's in the tennis outfit I requested, and her arms are tied behind her, and I can see from their relaxed angle that the tie is a simple wrists-crossed tie. No blindfold; she still has that sour look on her face; she is staring at me as I approach. Caroline has a touch of concern on her face, too.
Suzanne is a beauty -- tall, as athletic as Caroline, with long red hair cascading waves around a square jaw and over well developed shoulders. The short tennis skirt shows off those fine athletic legs, and her eyes are clear and intelligent. Academically, she's the sorority's top performer, and, did I mention, a redhead, too? I've been really looking forward to "getting into her pants." But, I've seen a problem looming since Day Two. She's been at most of the drop-offs and retrievals, but she always looks cool.
Last night, I made a choice, and the look on her face today confirms it....
I walk up to her. She stiffens up a little and goes into a stiff upright posture, as if I had just ordered "At Ease!"
Instead of touching her with a finger, I turn her around and untie her hands.
"What?"
I turn her around again, and hold up an envelope in front of her.
"I sense you're not going to enjoy this. I thank you for your effort, and here's what you wanted."
She looks at the envelope, and looks at me. Caroline looks a mix of surprised and relieved.
"Why do you say that?" Suzanne says.
"I've watched you all week. There's never a hint of anticipation in your eyes, and the look of dread has never left them. You've watched six ladies have a good time, and you still are dreading when your turn will come up."
"That's it?"
"That's it. I'm not here to force myself on you. Did I force myself on you, Caroline?"
Caroline starts for a moment at being brought into the conversation.
"Well... You did." she says. Suzanne looks a bit triumphant.
"Are you unhappy I did?"
She comes up and kisses me, and melts in my arms, "No."
I look at Suzzane, and hold up the envelope, "My judgment is that you, Suzanne, would be. You would try to resist me. Try to endure, and.... You would succeed. You'd come away in the end and say to yourself, 'Ha! I didn't enjoy that!' That's not the end result I'm after."
She looks at me with wide eyes. She looks at Caroline, who is now cuddled at my side and moving her hand across my chest.
"This isn't fair! Take me!"
"Why are you last?" I say.
Her face swells a bit, there are tears coming.
She stamps her foot, "Take me, you bastard!!"
I put the envelope in her hand, "If you really want me to take you. If this is not a pride issue. Call me tomorrow."
"Of course this is a pride issue!!" she screams, and throws the envelope down. She stomps off and waits on the far side of the car, sobbing.
Ouch! A woman-scorned problem. Not entirely unexpected, but more of a reaction than I was counting on.
There is one of those deadly silences that follows an unexpected outburst.
Caroline slips from my side, and picks up the envelope. She walks over to Suzanne, and starts talking to her in soft, cooing woman tones. Suzanne shouts and cries some more, but she is settling down.
I wait. Leaving now would make matters much worse. Suzanne has to come to some kind of internal resolution, and if I'm not around, it's likely to be to hate me. Hell, she can end up hating me even if I am around! But better to find out what comes out of this crisis quickly.
It takes some time, but she finally settles down enough to start thinking again. She takes the envelope from Caroline, and walks back over to me. She gets on her knees in front of me, bows her head, and holds up the envelope with both hands.
"I'm sorry I got upset. Yes, you have showed me I was being proud. I have learned. Now... I want you to take me."
"You don't have to do this." I say.
"I want you to take me. Just like you did the others."
"I could take you to dinner and a movie?" I say. Caroline giggles for a second. Suzanne doesn't dignify this with an answer.
I sigh, "Call me tomorrow at 3PM, and tell me you still want to do this."
She doesn't change her stance.
I take the envelope, "Call me tomorrow at 3PM, and tell me you still want to do this."
"Thank you... Master." she says. The tone is quite sincere. She gets up without looking at me, and walks to the passenger side of the car. She is sniffling a bit.
Caroline looks at me quizzically. She gives me another hug and a kiss, and gets into the car to drive her home.
"This is off-the-charts." I mutter, and I drive home as well -- my first break in five days!