Archive-name: Slaves/decept04.txt
Archive-author: Robert 42
Archive-title: Deceptive Movements -  4


                    The continuing story of Rigid Training

                                CHAPTER 4


        Donna was extremely happy to hear that Laurie had hired someone to
    help them out. She loved the work, but working the amount of hours they
    had been working were beginning to wear them both thin. Laurie did seem
    to be in better spirits today. They only had about 14 hours left to
    complete the house they were working on. Laurie thought that perhaps
    they would take the weekend off after they finished this one.

        She liked the idea of a new person starting just as they were
    starting a new job. Actually, she had a good mind to hire a 4th
    person. This way they could work on two jobs at once.

        In reality, Laurie only started this to keep herself busy during
    the day. The alimony she got from her ex-husband was enough to ensure
    she would live well. Now that she had more work than she knew what to
    do with, she envisioned not working at all. Just hiring qualified
    decorators and running the business from her home.

        Yes, the long hours were wearing thin on both of them. Laurie
    returned from Rio and was delighted to see that Donna had done so well
    in her absence. But leaving home at 8am and not getting home till
    after 10pm gets old rather quickly.

        Donna had long since become a full time worker. She still attended
    classes. but even on school days, she went to work with Laurie after
    classes. Well, Cheryl would be full time regardless. Laurie had already
    decided that they would not work past 5:30 no matter what. No amount of
    money was worth running yourself ragged.


        Cindy was just finishing up a conversation with a client who had
    recently returned from a Caribbean cruise. After hearing the details of
    the trip, Cindy hung up the phone satisfied that the client had a good
    time. In the travel business, it was extremely important to make sure
    all goes well for the clients.  It is important for one to enjoy their
    work. This was no problem for Cindy, being a travel agent was very
    rewarding for her.

        One of her agents informed her that she had a call from someone
    named Jennifer while she was on the phone. Jennifer!.. She hadn't
    spoken to her since they had returned from Rio. She'd meant to call her
    but somehow couldn't find the time. She picked up her telephone and
    quickly dialed her number. It was answered on the first ring.

    "Hello?" Wait, that isn't Jennifer.
    "Uhhh... Is Jennifer there?".. There was a only the slightest pause on
    the other end.
    "Yes, may I ask who's calling?" Cindy couldn't remember Jennifer having
    a maid.
    "Yes, this is Cindy".. The voice asked her to hold the line.. A few
    seconds later, the familiar voice of Jennifer came on the phone.
    "Hello, Cindy"
    "Hi, Jen. I got a message that you called".

        "Yes I did. But first tell me, how are you doing?"
    "Oh!, I'm doing great. How about you?"
    "Real good. the reason I was calling was to see if you had any plans
    for tonight."  No, Cindy planned to spend a quiet evening at home.
    "Nothing, why do you have anything planned for me?" Cindy giggled
    slightly.
    "As a matter of fact, I wanted to invite you and Marvin over this
    evening for dinner."
    "I`d like that. But i'm afraid that Marvin is out of town until next
    weekend. He and Harold."
    "I see. that's ok. You can still come if you'd like."
    "Sure! I'd like that. Any special time?"
    "Well, is 7ish alright with you?".. Cindy thought.. Yeah she could
    leave at 4:30 instead of 5:00 to be able to be ready for 7.
    "Yes. Seven is fine."
    "Great. We'll see you then."

        As Cindy hung up the phone, she realised that Jennifer had said
    "WE'LL" see you then. Hmmm she wondered who else would be at this
    dinner. She couldn't help but squirm in her seat as she knew that
    Jennifer didn't invite you over for dinner JUST to have dinner. She
    allowed herself a smile as she envisioned herself not being able to
    make it to work the next because of the sore bottom she would probably
    have.


        Except for the fact that Cheryl was stark naked, one would not
    think anything different about the two women spending an afternoon just
    lounging around the house. In fact, except for the obvious, there WAS
    nothing different. It had been several hours since Jennifer tortured
    the young woman's nipples. Since then, they'd done nothing except
    consume coffee and watch soap operas. A luxury Cheryl hadn't known
    since the summer after she graduated from High School.

        At around 5 o'clock. Jennifer turned off the television and told
    Cheryl she was going to start dinner. She asked if the girl had brought
    anything except jeans to dress in. No, she hadn't.. Cheryl thought that
    she might be due another spanking because of it.
    "Oh I should have told you earlier, I frequently entertain guests. It
    wouldn't do to have you in jeans." No, Jennifer had only told her to
    bring a few changes of clothes.
    "Do you have any dresses at home?"
    "Yes ma'am" Jennifer considered it.
    "Ok, we're having company at 7:00. Why don't you run home and pack some
    nice clothes? I go out quite a bit too."
    Cheryl had the feeling of somehow being elevated to a higher track.
    This was obviously a woman of wealth. She wondered if the older woman
    would find her skirts acceptable. She decided to take the chance.

        Cheryl went back to her apartment and packed two suitcases full of
    clothes. Most of her skirts were of the mini variety. The longest being
    an unmodest 5 inches above her knees. She somehow thought that a large
    chunk of her new salary would be spent buying new clothes. She didn't
    mind that at all really. her new job would pay her double of what she
    was making now.

        Cheryl returned about 45 minutes after she had left. Jennifer came
    out of the kitchen to answer the door. Upon seeing Cheryl with two
    suitcases, she smiled at her.
    "Well, it looks like you are ready to move in" Cheryl was embarrassed
at
    hearing that.
    "No ma'am! This isn't all of my things. Just a few sets of clothes."
    Jennifer laughed as she stepped aside for the young woman to enter.
    "Well, maybe we'll both go and get everything tomorrow."

        Cheryl nearly dropped one of the bags she was carrying. Was that an
    offer to move in? She looked quizzically at the blonde lady.
    "Do you want me to move in here?" Jennifer nodded
    "If you want to." Cheryl had to admit that it would sure be a lot more
    comfortable here than in her tiny apartment.
    "Ummm, how much would it cost me a month?"  Jennifer appeared to look
    thoughtful.
    "Oh I don't know, Can you cook?"
    Cheryl nodded.
    "Tell you what. this house is paid for. We'll share the chores and
    expenses.. that ok with you?"
    That was more than ok with Cheryl. She could afford it under those
    circumstances.
    "Alright then, You go on upstairs and get dressed. I have to finish
    dinner."
    "Ok" she said and started to walk away. She'd better warn Jennifer
    about her skirts.
    "Oh, listen. All of my dresses are short." She stood and waited for
    what Jennifer would say about that.
    "How short?" Jennifer really wouldn't mind shorter skirts... Just as
    long as they weren't in bad taste.
    "About this short" Cheryl said. Using one of her suitcase filled hands
    to show her exactly how short they were.
    "I'd have to see. Put one on and we'll see how it looks."
    Cheryl guessed that was fair enough. She went upstairs and added the
    two suitcases to the one she already had in there.

        The dressiest skirt she had was a bright red mini. It only came
    down to 6 inches above her knees. She put that one on and hoped
    Jennifer would approve of it. After completing the outfit with a white
    blouse and pantyhose, she went downstairs to show her the outfit.

        Jennifer actually liked the way she looked in the red mini.
    "I'll tell you. It's a nice outfit. It'll be fine tonight. But some of
    the things I do are a bit more formal."
    "I'm sorry, I don't have anything formal to wear." Cheryl said
    apprehensively.
    Jennifer looked the young girl over with a keen eye.
    "You know, except for your tits being a little larger. You and Laurie
    are about the same size. Maybe we can work something out... Anyhow, I
    have to get dressed too. Would you be a dear and watch this to make
    sure it doesn't burn?"
    Cheryl said she would as Jennifer left to make herself ready for the
    evening.

        Things seemed a little too good to be true. She wondered if she
    weren't somehow dreaming. Maybe she ought to pinch herself to see. No,
    Jennifer had done plenty of that earlier.

     Cheryl didn't know it, but Brad was driving up to her apartment
    building just as she was putting her suitcases into her car. He
    followed her at a safe distance and saw where she had gone.
    "So that's it" he thought. She was moving in with another guy. Judging
    by the neighborhood the house was in, Brad thought that she was only
    doing it for money. "That bitch" he muttered to himself. He would pay
    them a visit before too long.

        Cindy took great care in dressing herself the way she knew Jennifer
    liked. Not that she would have minded very much Jennifer not approving
    of something about her. She knew that if that would be the case, she
    would be reminded of Jennifer's displeasure in the most delightful way.
    But she had no desire to push it. For she also knew that Jennifer knew
    when she was being deliberately baited.

        She dressed in a light blue skirt and matching blouse. Jennifer
    didn't care for pantyhose and she knew it. She pulled silky stockings
    over her legs and fastened a garter belt to them. She wondered what
    Jennifer had planned for the evening. Thinking about it, she had never
    been alone with the dominant woman. Always with Marvin or Laurie
    present. She could almost imagine the things Jennifer could come up
    with when she was concentrating on only one person.

        Jennifer dressed in a dark blue skirt and white blouse. She
    returned to the kitchen under the admiring gaze of Cheryl.
    "That's a pretty skirt." Jennifer smiled at her
    "Thank you dear. Would you set the table while I finish up here?"

        Cheryl set the table for 3 people. She wondered if it were Laurie
    coming over for dinner. She was beginning to feel more and more
    comfortable around the older woman. It was clear to her that she was
    now in the best situation that she'd ever been in. She only briefly
    thought of Brad as she finished setting the table for dinner.

        It was about 10 minutes before 7 when the doorbell rang. Jennifer
    opened the door to find a young man standing there, holding a baseball
    bat. Brad was slightly taken back by the attractive woman who answered
    the door. But he quickly pushed past her and walked into the house.
    "Where is she?" Jennifer stood with her arms folded.
    "Where is who?" Brad shot her a look as he looked around the living
    room.
    "Cheryl, that's who!.. I saw her car out there.. Where is she?"
    Jennifer did her best to appear calm.
    "Is she a friend of yours?" She began to wonder if she'd made a grave
    mistake befriending the young woman.
    "Damn straight!. I'm her boyfriend!" Cheryl heard him say that as she
    walked out of the dining room.
    "Brad!!.. what are you doing here?" Cheryl was shocked to see him there
    to say the least.
    "I wanna see the guy you stood me up for. I saw you bring your
    suitcases here." Cheryl started walking across the room.
    "Brad, I don't know what you're talking about.. I want you to get out
    of here and leave me alone."

        Brad raised the bat menacingly. "Where is that son of a bitch?..
    I'll kill him!"

        Jennifer calmly held her hand out. "I'm the son of a bitch you're
    talking about.. Cheryl's aunt." Brad whirled around to face Jennifer
    "Aunt??.. You never said you had an aunt"
    Cheryl marvelled at how poised Jennifer seemed to be.
    "You didn't ask! Besides, I didn't think it was any of your business in
    the first place."
    Brad began to feel foolish. He dropped the bat he carried to his side
    and looked at Cheryl. It was Jennifer who broke the silence
    "Perhaps you'd like to invite your boyfriend to stay for dinner,
    Cheryl?"
    "He's not my boyfriend. Just an EX friend." She shot him an icy glare.
    Jennifer couldn't help but laugh. "He looks to be a bit jealous to me."
    "I'm not jealous' he protested. "I just got mad when she broke a date
    with me. I saw her coming here and thought she was moving in with
    another guy."
    Jennifer shook her head as Cheryl did a slow burn.
    "I am certainly not some other guy. Cheryl why don't you set another
    place at the table?" Cheryl didn't want Brad hanging around, but she
    wasn't going to disobey Jennifer either.
    "Yes ma'am" Jennifer then turned to Brad.
    "And if you'll just hand me that bat, you and I can become acquainted
    with one another."
    He looked down at the Louisville Slugger in his hand. He gave it to the
    woman and allowed himself to be ushered to a chair in the living room.
    Jennifer took a seat on the sofa.
    "So, Cheryl broke a date with you did she?" He was beginning to calm
    down a little.
    "Yeah, she told me that she had something to do."
    Jennifer nodded.
    "Yes, she wasn't lying you know. It'll take a few days to get her moved
    in here." No, Brad had never heard Cheryl talk about an aunt.
    "But why didn't she just tell me that?"
    "I`m sure she had a good reason for not telling you."

        Jennifer had gotten him calmed down. "We're getting ready for
    dinner if you'd like to wash up"
    He got up and went to wash his hands... Jennifer went into the dining
    room where Cheryl was just completing her task.
    "What's the story with this guy?" Cheryl shook her head in wonder.
    "I really don't know. I've gone out with him 2 or 3 times before..
    nothing serious, I can guarantee you that much."
    Jennifer winked at her. "Well, you just leave him to your aunt
    Jennifer"
    Cheryl had to laugh at that. This woman continued to amaze her. Just
    then, the doorbell rang again.
    "Oh well, I hope that isn't another of your jilted boyfriends, hon"
    Cheryl smiled as they both walked from the dining room. Cheryl gave
    Brad another frosty look as Jennifer opened the door for Cindy.

        Jennifer greeted Cindy at the door and invited her in. Cindy gazed
    at Brad as she sat on the sofa, crossing her legs and giving him an
    unintentional view of her legs as she did so.
    "Well, Cindy.. I'd like you to meet my niece Cheryl" She gestured to
    the pretty woman "And her friend, Brad." Cindy said hello to the two of
    them. Brad was totally captivated by Cindy. He clumsily rose to greet
    her. "Nice to meet you"
    Cindy held her hand out. "Yes, same here" she said. She felt him gazing
    over her body as he stood over her. It made her feel good to know she
    could cause that reaction in men still.

        Jennifer noticed it too. Cheryl only wished he would leave. She
    only hoped that he would not ruin the evening for her.

        Dinner went off without a hitch. Cheryl kept mostly quiet as Cindy
    and Jennifer chatted about their trip to Rio. Brad questioned them
    about the city as the meal progressed. No doubt about it, He was paying
    special attention to Cindy.
    "I've always wanted to travel." Brad confessed. Cindy considered him
    briefly.
    "Yes, I enjoy it myself. Although I sometimes travel a bit too much."
    "Oh, you travel on business?" Cindy giggled coquettishly
    "Travel IS my business. At times it can be pretty hectic."

        Cindy was flirting with him, whether playfully or seriously she
    didn't know. Cheryl caught on too. although she didn't want Brad
    around, she couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy herself at all
    the attention he was paying to Cindy.

        "Well Cindy" Jennifer started. "I'm sure you wouldn't be in the
    travel business if you didn't enjoy it."
    "You're right. But those damn fam trips can come up at the worst
    times."
    Brad looked confused. "Fam trips?" Cindy looked him over again. She
    began to feel deliciously naughty at the way she was flirting.
    "Yes, Some airlines offer fam trips to travel agents. They do this to
    promote a new destination or a new tour."
    "And you get to travel to these places when that happens?"
    "Well, more like I HAVE to travel to these places. Fam trips are
    working trips."
    "Hmmm, I wish I had a job like that!" Cindy grinned at him.
    "It's a fun job. But I'd like to spend more nights in my own bed."
    She winked at Cheryl as she said so.


        After dinner found them all in the living room. Now it was Cheryl
    who sat in the chair while Brad sat on the sofa between the two older
    women. Jennifer started to see what she could get happening between
    them all.
    "So Brad, I hope you're not still upset at having Cheryl break a date
    with you." Cheryl looked up as Brad answered her.
    "Kind of, but at least it wasn't for some other guy."
    "Wait a second!" Cheryl jumped in. "Even if it was for a guy. what
    business is it of yours?" She asked indignantly.
    He started to answer but Cheryl cut him off
    "We've only gone out 3 times. You don't own me!" It seemed to Jennifer
    that Cheryl was acting too much the part. She spoke up
    "If it were me she lied to, I would be real upset myself."
    "I didn't lie to him. I just told him that I had something else to do."
    Brad had to admit that she had told him that.
    "Now Cheryl, you know it's not nice to break a date" Jennifer eyed the
    younger woman. Cheryl said nothing at all.
    "Maybe she ought to be punished. What do you think, Brad? She deserves
    a good spanking"
    "Huh?" He stammered. Cheryl felt herself turning red.
    "Oh come now. You stormed in here like a jilted lover."
    "Yes, but..." His words fell off

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