The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Chapter 1

One morning, several weeks after Irving Horrocks had received his first visit from the police, he arrived at the Nu Yu Parlour to find a young woman waiting at the door. It seemed to Horrocks that this would be the first time he had to implement the company’s new policy.

He informed the young woman that the Nu Yu only dealt with clients by appointment after personal recommendation from previous clients or company employees.

This new policy had been put in place shortly after Horrocks had finished organising Janine Thurgood’s repayment schedules. He’d informed the company partners that he didn’t want to be spending his time debt collecting.

The partners agreed. The Nu Yu Company was not interested in notoriety, publicity or even the prospect of excessive profits. They felt the operation could tick over very nicely with a minimum target of one client a month. They also decided not to do more than three in any month and to restrict the operation to a single outlet.

If they managed to stay within their target range they had a before tax income of between $900,000 and $2.7 million dollars. Horrocks was paid a base rate of $80,000 with a commission of $10,000 for each client. His income then could vary between $200,000 and $440,000 depending on the state of trade. Given the ease with which he could fill his minimum quota and the partners resistance to greater fame and fortune, he had a good deal of free time, could keep short hours at the shop. They’d hired him because they knew that he preferred relative anonymity to the same extent that they did and would not be tempted to increase the take, or exceed their restrictions and fiddle the books.

Unfortunately for Horrocks peace and quiet, Detective Constable Margaret Weatherby had no intention of being fobbed off. She’d heard a garbled report on the previous police visit, followed it up and talked to the two police who’d attended the shop and gotten an idea.

Her current assignment with two other officers was to observe a suspected amphetamine dealer and money launderer with links to the local chapter of the Hell’s Angels. Their target was aware of the police surveillance and was careful in his dealings. The police were getting frustrated after nearly five months of watching their man but he circumvented their observations by restricting his dealings to the private rooms of a very private club.

The police investigations led them to conclude that the Club was a defence in depth against outside snoopers. To begin with, there was nothing illegal on the premises. It was a place where people could meet and talk privately. The back rooms were licensed under the local and state government laws as accommodation, conference facilities, spa and private rooms. At the front of the house there was a small dining area, stage and bar with topless waitresses and barmaids, lap dancers, and regular strip-tease acts. The place was bigger than it looked from the front and very profitable.

The only men in the place were the bouncers, managers and customers. Women came and went but were restricted to their own areas within the Club. They all had large breasts; most of them augmented surgically, and wore skimpy costumes if they wore them at all. In some parts of the Club all the women were naked.

Given the body type, there was only one way that a serving policewoman could infiltrate the operation and even then, the Club management limited access to the inner parts of the Club to short periods. The police would need an endless relay of new infiltrators to maintain any continuity of inside observation.

Given the constraints that operated, DC Weatherby had some ideas as to how she could beat them, advance in her career, snoop on the inner workings of the Club in general and catch their target. That was where Horrocks and Nu Yu came into the picture.

Irving Horrocks didn’t see it in the same way, but he’d opened the shop and sat down with her while she explained, and he could see that DC Weatherby was a force to be reckoned with. Still, as he pondered the various course of action that he could attempt and considered the things that could go wrong in her imposture, he decided that the challenges might well pay off in the end, even if he had to exert himself to the same extent as he’d done over Janine Thurgood.

Chapter 2

There were several things that had to be nailed down before they proceeded. Firstly, there was the question of payment. The Nu Yu Parlour wasn’t able to run on air and DC Weatherby’s project promised to occupy several hours of his time each week at the very least.

The DC hadn’t been counting costs and this brought her down to earth with a bump, but she found the rates very reasonable once she’d done her arithmetic. Her earnings as a police officer were enough to cover the Nu Yu costs and the extra earnings she’d get in tips and so on in the Club would pay for the minimal costumes and new clothing that she’d need to use.

The only thing the DC was undecided about was whether to tell her colleagues what she was up to or not. She decided in the end to begin by taking some of her accrued paid leave and scout the situation for a while before she committed herself to making an official project out of it.

Horrocks made it very clear that Nu Yu was contracting with her as an individual and not as a member of the police force and that she herself was liable for the costs of using the Second Skin. He also made it very, very clear that if she failed to return in time that the Second Skin would integrate into her body permanently and he told her what that would cost. Finally, he stressed that if she did end up with a permanent makeover with an integrated Second Skin she’d be fixed that way for the rest of her life. Permanent was exactly what permanent meant. You couldn’t use Second Skin over the top of Second Skin either.

The DC took several days to refine her plans. She had to get some new clothes for her impending figure. She stuck chiefly to black and white tee shirts, stonewashed jeans, several plain wrap-around skirts and blouses in different colours and a variety of high-heeled shoes.

Periodically, she checked back with Irving Horrocks and refined her Second Skin design. She’d decided on starkly white skin to contrast with her long coal-black hair, arching brows and long lashes. Her breasts were 42DD, rounded, jutting out firmly without sagging and sporting explicitly defined pink aureoles around fat, outstanding nipples. The DC adopted Horrocks proposal that she forego pubic and all body hair, and set the skin to be smooth and with slight traces of veins showing through translucently on her breasts and inner forearms. The eyes were to be a clear, deep blue. She thought the labia were a little too prominent and the face with its rosy pink cupid-bow lips rather insipid but didn’t push the matter. It was only going to be a five-day change in any case, and she had several other Second Skins at different stages of design to spread her interest.

She’d done her research and set up several false identities that she could alternate between and signed on with the agency that supplied most of the staff to the Club. It was actually owned by the same holding company that ran the Club and vetted all the employees for it.

Chapter 3

On the following Monday morning at 9 o’clock, DC Margaret Weatherby entered the Nu Yu Parlour. Anyone watching would have seen a young brunette woman of between 25 and 30 years of age with a slim build dressed in conservatively cut clothing and flat shoes going through the door. Twenty minutes later, a much different and younger woman came out. This second woman looked barely 21 but had the signs of an early developer with an age-old understanding of sex in her walk and the sway of her large breasts. Her clothing was colourfully casual and her long flag of coal-black hair hung down her back to her waist. Her jewellery was flashy and drew the eye, particularly the rhinestone collar that she had wrapped around her throat. (Horrocks had provided that item.)

Soon after she left the Nu Yu, the same spectacularly endowed young woman entered the premises of The Green Room Placement Agency. It had an anteroom with a receptionist behind a desk, there were shelves on the left wall with provision for hats and coats and bags and a larger waiting room off to the right. Behind the receptionist was a door leading to the inner offices of Miss Green, the nominal head of the Agency, while a second door in the waiting room led to the room beside Miss Green’s with a connecting door to her office. This second room had an alcove that doubled as a changing cubicle, photographic lights and a large format camera facing a neutral backdrop, a photocopier, computer server and other bits and pieces in one corner and a passage off the back leading to the conveniences. The building was a little shabby and run down but the offices of the Green Room Placement Agency were bright with new paint and entirely up-to-date.

The receptionist was middle-aged, conservatively dressed and reassuringly brisk and efficient. She greeted the new arrival, ascertained her business and gave her several forms to fill out, directing her to the small table and chair in the corner of the waiting room . As she took her place at the table to fill out the forms, the Receptionist considered their new client.

Only back in the country a few weeks, she was looking for a job that paid well and had heard that topless waitresses and strippers earned good money. She didn’t have any experience in the adult entertainment ‘industry’ but she thought she could probably handle waitressing and possibly bar work. She was a little hesitant and was looking for a short time job on those lines of work to “see how she liked it”. She claimed to be twenty, had papers to prove it and no previous experience. She claimed a work history as a regular waitress overseas and some part-time photographic modelling.

Molly Webley was the name she gave them although she used Margaret Delia Webley when she accessed her bank account.

Miss Green, was given the papers in her office, then popped out and interviewed her, signed her on, advised her on pay, conditions, the Agency fee and commission structure and got her to strip topless in the second office to show her tits. She was most impressed and told her that she had a big future in the industry. Then the receptionist was summoned to take several photographs of her for their files, while Miss Green directed Molly’s movements, stance and poses.

Four hours later she had been interviewed at the Club by one of the managers, provided with her minimal outfit and put to work on shift. It was a quiet shift and she was in a low traffic area while she got acclimatized to it.

All in all she handled it pretty well except for the way her nipples tended to become erect at the least bit of male interest, and her cunt woke up when one of the patrons idly ran a finger around one of her nipples while he was standing there talking to her.

By the end of the week she had gotten the hang of the job and was learning how the social dynamics of the Club operated. There were definite spheres of interest and responsibility involved and a distinct pecking order.

On the Friday she arranged to be off by 4 o’clock in the afternoon, went directly to the Nu Yu Parlour and removed the Molly Webley Second Skin disguise.

She discovered that in wearing the Second Skin she’d lost all her body hair but still had her eyebrows, lashes and the same hair in colour, style and length on her head. Horrocks told her that in the early days temporary users had been temporarily hairless until it grew out again but this was regarded as socially undesirable because some people freaked at the sight of themselves in those days. The company had made great strides in their implementations and arranged for fake hair of original appearance to be generated as the temporary application of Second Skin was removed. She might think that she’d got the same hair back but actually it was only a copy. Each artificial hair lodged in the respective follicle that would grow back. A microscope or chemical examination could pick the difference but not many people could.

She spent the following week in similar fashion. A Monday afternoon appointment to don the Second Skin and made an appointment for Saturday morning to have it removed.

Horrocks was disgruntled at having his weekend truncated by her insistence on working the Friday night and DC Weatherby could see his point. She also had her own considerations. Her vacation was over and she had to report back to work in the police on the Monday. The Club meanwhile was pleased with her performance and had offered her a choice of later shifts when the Club was busier and the money better.

She was going to let them know by Saturday night.

After discussing her police shifts with Horrocks and the options she had for work at the Club he told her that it was doable, but pointed out that police were not allowed to moonlight at second jobs without official permission, at least as he understood the case. The DC wasn’t worried about that aspect. She was worried about when she’d get her sleep.

Horrocks told her that one of the features supported by Second Skin was a biofeedback technique for getting to sleep, and until she became proficient at the biofeedback the Second Skin could be set to default to it on an internal timer and situational program, particularly while she was only using the Second Skin on a short term basis. He told her that there were no externally managed defaults in other people’s permanently integrated Second Skins this was, of course, the exact truth but left some things unsaid. Janine Thurgood had a permanently integrated Second Skin at the time but until she finished reimbursing Dr Asfar for paying her Nu Yu debt, it technically wasn’t entirely hers.

Chapter 4

She’d adopted Horrocks suggestions regarding her timetable and was able to hold down both jobs, but she neglected to inform her superiors of her clandestine activities.

She worked her police job between noon and midnight Monday to Thursday with Fridays between 8 am to 4 pm.

Between 4:15 and 4:30 on Friday she arrived at the Nu Yu Parlour and put on her Second Skin to become Molly Webley, leaving for a short meal and arriving at the Club to begin at 6 pm.

At the Club she worked until at least 2 am Saturday morning, and sometimes as late as 4 or 5 am if things were really lively.

Once she finished at the Club she ate a little and then crashed for seven hours. It never took longer than five minutes to fall asleep in her Second Skin once she bedded down and closed her eyes. At 6 pm on Saturdays and Sundays she repeated the times except that on the Monday morning she only slept until 10 got to the Nu Yu by 11 and was back to being a DC on the job by noon.

The sleep she got in her Second Skin enabled her to manage the rest of the week and kept her alert on the long Friday-Saturday morning marathon. In fact, when she considered the matter, the time she spent in the Second Skin was more stimulating and easier on her feet. The Second Skin had extra support along her spine to keep her from getting lower back pain from the stress of carrying the heavy breasts around on her chest, but it also had arch support for her feet so that she could wear high-heeled shoes without aches and pains.

Somewhere along the line in the nine weeks after she set up this schedule she found that she’d lost her perspective.

Originally, she’d gotten into the Club to gain information that couldn’t be obtained in any other way but as she got used to the routine she found her life as a Detective Constable at variance with the freewheeling Club staff and their patrons. The frank appreciation that she was afforded for her large jugs aroused her slightly and she spent a lot of her time at the Club with her natural perfume heavier in the musk notes than the floral or citrus scent that she sprayed from her atomiser.

She told herself that learning table dancing and lap dancing would extend her range within the Club without admitting to herself that she was developing a streak of exhibitionism in her character, which she’d hitherto, unsuspected. When she actually tried table dancing late one Saturday her cunt got so lubricious that she had to change her thong bikini bottom and rinse herself off in the women’s washroom before she stank out the place with the smell of her sex.

Chapter 5

It was at the end of her ninth week at the Club that Irving Horrocks received a telephone call. The caller identified himself as Curtis Black and wanted to make an appointment to visit the Nu Yu Parlour. He gave Molly Webley’s name as a reference.

On his arrival, Curtis Black’s initial polite curiosity at the Nu Yu parlour’s business gave way to amazement. He’d heard from the investigator doing the spot-checks on the new staff at the Club that Molly Webley disappeared from the Nu Yu premises as DC Margaret Weatherby appeared and vice versa. He’d considered it likely to begin with that Molly was a police informer reporting to DC Weatherby despite the similarity in their names, but he’d met Molly Webley at the club and it hadn’t occurred to him that she might be any other explanation. The idea that the two women might be one and the same seemed preposterous to anyone who’d seen Molly topless, until he found out what the Nu Yu could do with Second Skin.

The possibilities amazed him but Horrocks was long used to this from some of his previous clients and was resolute in popping Curtis Black’s brief bubble of megalomania.

He explained, patiently, that the partners who owned the Nu Yu Parlour were men of limited financial aspirations. They only wanted enough money to enable them to continue their researches. They had many other applications for the technology but preferred not to release them until they had worked out the ramifications and got a long head-start on the rest of the world.

The Nu Yu already provided them with a surplus of income and expansion would give them nothing that they needed, while eventually bringing down great notoriety on their heads. They preferred to operate quietly. If anyone made a fuss over the Nu Yu then he, Irving Horrocks, would close down the whole operation and disappear. He also pointed out that the adoption of a new identity capable of withstanding investigation was well within the reach of the technology at his command. Threats and menaces could likewise be disposed of.

Once Curtis Black was in a more settled frame of mind they discussed the things that Horrocks was prepared to do, which at the time was to provide between 12 and 36 permanent makeovers a year for $75,000 apiece.

He also explained the try-before-you-buy option that was part of their offer. It only took Curtis Black a moment after that to figure out what DC Weatherby was doing. It seemed excessive to him that Horrocks was permitting her to so abuse the Nu Yu trial period in such a way.

Horrocks made no immediate comment to this but asked instead if “Ms Webley” was a profitable draw at the Club, justifying her continued employment. Taken in those terms, Curtis agreed that she was. She attracted business to whichever area of the club in which she was rostered. He was also quick to state that the Club didn’t conduct criminal enterprises or harbour evidence of such things. Some of the people who hired their private rooms might be doing anything but it was not the business of the Club to sell privacy and not deliver it.

Horrocks agreed.

Then Horrocks asked if DC Weatherby, in her guise of Molly Webley, seemed happy in her work, and did she for instance, exceed the Club’s expectations?

Curtis only had to think about that for a moment before agreeing that he was of the opinion that she did.

Horrocks observed that in that case he foresaw no great problem. It seemed to him that DC Weatherby was becoming psychologically dependent on her Second Skin, which meant that she’d soon have to decide whether to give it up entirely or take it on permanently. She could, of course continue her current schedule but she’d be balancing on a knife-edge if she did, or she might opt for a different Second Skin with a less spectacular appearance. The only question he would have would be about payment. The Nu Yu didn’t have an instalment plan. It operated on cash up front, or as near to it as possible.

It occurred to Horrocks that if the Club lent DC Weatherby the cost of a permanent makeover with Second Skin, that that would tie her to the Club, or possibly with the Green Room Placement Agency, for the duration of her debt repayment. He also noted that the Second Skin was stable. People who had it done didn’t age in their appearance. It was a worthwhile long-term investment for a woman.

During the next three months, Horrocks had nine clients for permanent Second Skin makeovers without any delays at all. He began with Curtis Black.

Chapter 6

DC Weatherby got increasingly disenchanted with the police force after her vacation, but it came to a head when she was back on observation of the Club and heard several of her colleagues, some of them considerably senior to her, speculating about the sex-life of the legendary new hostess who worked weekends, and had an amazing set of tits. The talk put her considerably out of charity with the men on the team, and they in turn began to find her something of a killjoy. Her efficiency ratings declined slightly as her temper got sharper. She was suffering from mild frustration without recognising the fact.

In the Club, Molly Webley was appreciated. Men paid attention and sought her company. They wanted to watch her dance on tables, lap-dance or dance using the poles on one of the side stages. She rarely danced the poles since her second time at them had brought her to a screaming orgasm in front of a cheering Saturday night crowd. The other women had thought she was faking it but she knew that she’d nearly come unglued. She’d certainly ‘come’. It had happened on other occasions since when she was feeling particularly hot and sexy.

When Horrocks told her that Curtis Black had visited the Nu Yu Parlour it was clear that her cover was blown. This put her in a quandary. She got something from her Club job besides extra money. It was appreciation and a feeling of uniqueness as much as the sexy arousal and comforts of the Second Skin.

Hesitantly, she approached Curtis Black and asked him how he felt about her employment, given her other job. He made no bones about it. He was ready to take her on at the Club full-time and see if the Club would help her get her Second Skin permanently. As for the police interests in the Club that was OK as long as they didn’t interfere with the members.

She stood undecided in front of him, unsure whether to stay and talk further, or to go back to work.

As she stood there Curtis mused out loud that Nu Yu did remarkable work. Then, he hefted her left breast in his right hand and ran his thumb around the perfectly defined aureole.

“They feel just like the real thing,” he said.

She barely heard him. All her attention was on the feel of his thumb on her breast. Then her knees collapsed as she climaxed, and she had to grab him by the shoulders to avoid falling in a heap at his feet.

He steadied her with his other hand under her right breast as she hung from his shoulders, and helped her to a nearby chair, “and so sensitive, too.” He continued.

After seeing that she was OK, he left her to recover and got back to work getting the glitch in the smart card reporting system straightened out.

The Club ran on smart cards. All members paid a yearly or monthly subscription and were issued with a smart card. Their subscription fee included a positive balance that they could draw on in the club to get services at a steep discount. They were required by Club rules to keep their balance positive,

Access to different parts of the Club required the membership smart card or an authorised token. The staff wore them as rings, wristlets, medallions, fobs and ear-rings for the most part. No-one had taken management up on the offer of implanted ID. The general public were limited by this system to the use of the public rooms.

Since the computers calculated costs automatically, any problem in the reporting system was critical and had to be fixed ASAP. It was several days before DC Weatherby managed to catch up with Curtis Black again because he was buried in the system until then

The DC made the definite decision to resign from the police and work at the Club full-time if she could get the Club’s help to pay for her to have a permanent Second Skin, and that’s what she told Curtis Black.

Chapter 7

Curtis Black went away and later came back with a contract and a set of arrangements for her to look at.

Basically, the Green Room Placement Agency would lend her the money. She would live at the Club while also working there as a contractor rather than an employee. Her pay would go directly to the Green Room Placement Agency less anything she debited for meals, clothing, props and so on. The computers would handle all the accounting. The estimated time to repay all the costs at her then current earning rates was between three and five years.

She agreed, signed and made her arrangements to leave the police. The police, for their part, were not surprised. They’d noticed her irritability and loss of interest and had had her submit to drug testing more than once, without finding anything. This had not helped her morale.

Finally, the day came and she packed her stuff, turned in her ID badge and other police equipment and left the force.

She was packed at her flat and set to leave there too, and then she went to her appointment at Nu Yu with Horrocks. She was surprised to find Miss Green there with Curtis Black. Her contracts with them had specified that until she was free and clear of debt she had to consult with them about any body modifications, but she’d wanted Irving Horrocks to make some changes to the body type that she was going to spend the rest of her life in without checking them over with them.

Horrocks told her that they had come to consult with her over some modifications to her Second Skin that they thought desirable. There were some features that she could have specified which she hadn’t and they wanted to include them. It meant that she could consult them over the modifications that she wanted to make.

It took all morning to thrash out the modification issues but it was finally managed. She had wanted smaller breasts, they wanted them a size larger; they compromised on the 42DDs that she’d been showing previously. She had no objection to the ‘flexibility’ option once it was explained that this would give her the movement range of a Mongolian contortionist without the lower back pain that they usually suffer. It would take six months to get up to speed if she kept up her dancing. He also offered a whole range of other options that she hadn’t known exited as part of the package. Muscle memory dance moves, health adjustment, default control biofeedback, drug detoxification and medical built-ins.

She accepted the lot.

Half an hour later, the new Molly Weatherby emerged from the Nu Yu Parlour. Her bank accounts had been closed and the balances transferred to the Green Room Placement Agency. Her property was packed transferred and in her new quarters or in storage.

That evening they relaunched Molly Webley as Misty Light by entering her in the Miss Nude Australia competition. As a first time contestant in any kind of competitive beauty contest she wasn’t expected to win but she surprised them with how close she came.

Two months later, several men’s magazines had hired her for photo shoots where she featured as a model, although only one had been published by then. She also had her own website and publicity photos.

She thought her life was satisfactory in nearly all respects.

Chapter 8

The Club and the Agency were satisfied with the earnings on their investment in her though there were several lecherous members who’d asked her to lap dance for them in the private rooms and been disgruntled when she turned them down. Although the Club liked to cater to its membership when it could, it didn’t force its employees to perform in private, perhaps because many of them wee perfectly willing in the first place. Contractors, such as ‘Misty Light’ were able to set their own standards, (generally to the extent to which they offered sex). This contracting arrangement meant that contractors could be ‘escorts’ or ‘prostitutes’ without the Club requiring a brothel licence.

Horrocks made a point of following up his clients, as they had to adapt to Second Skins. He said it prevented problems later and provided valuable feedback. It was the only form of market research that Nu Yu did.

So it was that he was at the Club one night talking to Curtis Black about business and profit and the subject of Misty Light’s limits in lap dancing came up. Curtis was estimating the kind of increased profit the Club if only Misty Light would extend her capabilities, or even just her legs.

It occurred to Horrocks at that point, as it had several times before that he had a bone to pick with the former Detective Constable. She’d gate-crashed Nu Yu using her badge instead of making an appointment; she’d obliged him to get up before 9 o’clock on two occasions and she’d misused the Second Skin trial period shamefully. It was time, he thought, that he had some recompense.

It wasn’t hard. She had the full medical package included in her Second Skin but he could control it as long as he was within ten feet of her. Similarly, he could set up a magnified feed back loop between her level of arousal and his. She often found her nipples erect while she was topless in the Club but Horrocks feedback took that further. The labial mound that she’d at first considered too prominent had a capacity for engorgement that exceeded all normal expectations. When it was at full capacity she couldn’t keep her legs closed without stimulating a lot of nerve endings and erecting her clit to its extreme range and maximum sensitivity. Walking bow-legged only lessened the stimulus slightly and did nothing to remove it, besides being very obvious. She discovered this capacity when Horrocks went to follow-up with her.

Noting her flushed skin, and hearing her moan a little Horrocks apparently noticed that she was unwell and whisked her away into, as it happened, one of the private rooms. The swelling of her cunt-lips was threatening to escape from the bikini bottom; the only piece of cloth that she was wearing.

Horrocks went into the attached bathroom and came back with a bath sheet. He suggested that if she was having trouble with the bikini pants she should wrap herself in the bath sheet and take them off.

She did.

Aroused and horny as she’d never been before in her life, Molly found it hard to keep track of the conversation that Horrocks was having with her. Her thoughts were in a muddle, moreover, Horrocks control over the medical built-ins in her Second Skin had enabled him to selectively load her system with memory enhancers and minor hypnotics. It put her into a highly suggestible state.

He told her that he thought she was being a bit ‘naughty’ alone in the room and only wearing a towel. He asked her if it was being with him that made her feel so naughty. Then he told her that he must be a ‘special friend’ in that case.

Her thinking was a bit woolly and she wasn’t using her full IQ at the time but she was able to remember very clearly that she was being naughty with a special friend of hers.

When he told her that she was able to belly dance as well as lap-dance because she’d got the muscle memory built into her Second Skin, she was happy to discard the bath sheet and show him. The stimulation that this produced between her legs knocked the props out from under her with the naughtiness of it.

When Horrocks proposed that they be naughty together she agreed straight way with a giggle. When he used the same muscle memory triggers that he’d put into Janine Thurgood’s Second Skin. She sank to the floor on her hands and knees with her spine arched and her backside jutting upward. Her knees parted, her ankles splayed out and her arched spine pushed the open, swollen lips of her cunt into even greater prominence. They resembled two small bananas lying against her groin with a half inch gap between them once she moved her knees well apart. Her engorged clit extended out from between them the size of the first joint of her thumb, (nearly 3 cubic centimetres in volume). It was excessive in its display.

He cupped her sex from behind with one hand and told her she knew exactly how to greet a special friend. She responded by thrusting herself back against his hand several times and climaxing. He held his hand firm and said, “special friend... special friend... naughty with a special friend.”

With her first orgasm out of the way, she coasted on a slightly lower plateau. She was still aware but not thinking very much, her mind resonating with echoes of the intense pleasure that she’d just experienced.

Horrocks took the time to strip his clothes off and place them neatly on a chair with his shoes on the floor next to it. Despite his plump, academic appearance when dressed in his unremarkable clothes, his prick was more than reasonable in girth and length.

He moved over behind her and placed a small cushion on the floor between her knees, knelt on it inserted his cock slowly into her warm, damp cunt. She held herself still as she felt the slow advance fill her, press briefly against her cervix and then retreat. She held her breath and kept quite still, trying to maintain some equilibrium as he withdrew.

His hands stroked along her back, over her sides and flanks and as his cock withdrew, then he stoked her inner thighs and cupped her labia gently with his right hand, splaying his fingers each side of her protruding clit.

She shook and shuddered.

He spoke quietly of how nice and naughty she was with her special friend and rubbed the head of his cock from her arse-hole back into the trough of her gaping cunt-lips and then sinking slowly into her again until her buttocks nestled into his groin. Then he sank back onto his heels while holding himself fully within her. She went limp in all the longer muscles of her arms and legs.

He stayed that way for half a minute talking again of how she liked being naughty for her special friend. Then, he leant forward over her back and took her breasts in his hands and began a steady rhythm of short strokes inside her cunt. There was a spot just outside her cervix deep inside her cunt, which was alternately massaged by his choppy strokes. It felt directly connected to her clit, and yet not, at the same time.

Her hips began to oscillate in a slight rotation pivoting around his prick, and her vaginal muscles began to move as though trying to milk his cock. She was breathing in short stertorous pants, much like a modern tennis player hitting a return volley as she spasmed around his cock.

When she climaxed again it seemed to go on interminably. Her body grew slick with perspiration. Her grunts lost their beat as her rhythm fell away. She missed a beat, tried to catch up, and lost her place again as she climaxed out of sync with her breathing.

Horrocks erupted inside her cunt with his own climax.

Together they subsided for several minutes.

He stirred first, still firmly erect and still buried to the hilt in her cunt.

As he took stock he was amused to note that she still wore her red high-heeled shoes, her rhinestone collar and her ear-rings. Her hair was divided and swept forward over her shoulders each side of her neck.

He took her by the hips and lifted her off his cock, praising her for the way she looked after her special friend, then laid her prone with the cushion under her stomach and fetched the bath sheet from where she’d discarded it in her dancing.

He briskly rubbed her back dry of perspiration. Rolled her over and did the front of her torso and legs. She was breathing heavily from the recent cardio-vascular workout. The towel bath sheet was rather damp so he discarded it in the washroom’s laundry basket and collected a fresh one to rub himself down with. That done, he returned to the main room where she was and spread the sheet on the floor with the cushion under its centre.

She didn’t move.

He got himself a long drink, and got her one as well then drank his and helped her to drink hers. She was limp, flushed, her skin sensitive and her mind in soft focus paying vague attention to what he was doing. She drank willingly enough once he had her sitting up and got her started, but she had to fit her sips in between her deep breathing.

By the time she had the fruit juice in her system, her breathing was slower and she was beginning to show a little more interest in her surroundings. He sat her on the bath sheet with the cushion behind her and pur the glass on the sideboard, and then he knelt down next to her, tipped her head back slightly and slid his left forearm between her hair and her shoulder-blades. With his free hand, he took hold of her chin and tipped her head back so that she was looking him in the face. Keeping his fingers lightly under her chin he smoothed his thumb over her top lip and then down over her bottom lip. She felt her lips tingle as he then with his other hand he shifted to stroke the back of her neck. It was soothing and she closed her eyes for a moment.

He laid her down on her back over the cushion. It supported the curve of her back while her buttocks and shoulders touched the floor. The hand at her chin stroked down to her breasts, past them to her belly and along the outside of her hip and thigh to her knees. Gently but insistently, the hand urged her knees to separate and open her body. She languidly wondered at it until she lay with her legs wide apart.

He rose from beside her and knelt between her knees, then leant forward over her until his hands supported his weight on either side of her. Then, lifting himself on his hands and toes he inched forward over her without touching her until he was correctly lined up. He lowered his hips until the tip of his stiff prick was just below her clitoris.

In one continuous motion, he rubbed the head of his penis down the underside of her clit, arched his hips a little to press between her inner labia and then put his knees on the floor and thrust his cock down to the fill her cunt again. This time, her clit was pressed into his pubic hair with thrilling stimulation.

Her legs jerked as though an electric shock had contracted the muscles in them.

Her knees rose about his hips and clenched, unable to close and protect her vulnerable centre. He nailed her right there with his prick.

Her orgasm was not as intense this time but it was still beyond her control and capacity to cope. By the time she came out of it Horrocks had changed his position again. She found that her knees were each side of the breasts and her ankles closer to her ears than her backside. She wasn’t as flexible as she was going to be in six months but her body was more flexible than it had ever been since she was five years old.

Pinned like that, she couldn’t move many muscles at all but she could feel a lot of intense sensations.

He stayed with her in the room for over twenty-four hours, talking to her, instructing her, fucking her extensively, having her play act, massage him, dance, move and cater to him; because, as he told her often, she looked on him as a special friend, and she liked to be a bit naughty with her special friends.

She didn’t get a lot of sleep during this period. Horrocks let her doze for up to twenty minutes after each bout of sex but that was about the limit.

When her Second Skin told his that she’d reached her limits he had a shower with her, dried her off and himself, dressed, wrapped her in a towel and took her to her rooms to get some sleep. He didn’t have a hair out of place. She looked half asleep and crashed as soon as she was put to bed.

It was fifteen hours before she woke up again, thirsty and hungry.

Some of the other women wondered what was going on. Why had she spent a whole day with a middle-aged man without any distinguishing characteristics? Misty was a little at a loss too until she blurted out that she considered Irving Horrocks to be a ‘special friend’.

She got back to normal after a day or so of abstracted behaviour and the matter became a subject of speculation and gossip within the Club, particularly as the time in the private room was charged against Horrocks membership balance at the maximum service rate.

Horrocks returned to the Club on the following Saturday and again a week after that. On each occasion he booked a private room and spent time there with his special friend. Sex ensued, reinforcing the link between special friend status and naughty behaviour in private rooms.

As he was leaving on that third Saturday, he told her that he wouldn’t be back at the club for a month due to a business trip that he had to make. She accepted this without question at the time but she was on edge by the close of the Saturday session.

Fortunately for her temper she made a new special friend on the Sunday unaware that it was Horrocks operating in a very different Second Skin but able to trigger the same responses from hers as he did when he was Horrocks. She didn’t have intercourse as such but she lap-danced for him privately and allowed him to frig her until he brought her off. He accepted her refusal to fuck him with equanimity quite saying that he understood the difference between commercial sex and the relationship of special friends.

The next couple of times he booked her, she got naughty and got fucked.

He’d asked her to give him a backrub with massage oil because he was dead tired. She did that and helped him to the shower to wash the oil off and then let him sleep on the bed in the connecting room. He’d gone out like a light leaving her to sit around doing nothing. She decided to catch forty winks herself and dozed off next to him.

She woke up to find him delicately exploring her breasts, and she felt red hot

He seduced her.

She climaxed, several times in succession.

They washed, ate, and made plans to meet again three days later.

On that occasion, she teased him, lap-danced and flirted as she got him out of his clothes and then fucked him mightily.

When Horrocks came back she was ‘special friends’ with them both.

A year later she had another dozen ‘special friends’ that she catered to with sex and her personal services. (Horrocks and his alter-ego having faded into the sunset.)

Her policy of only fucking her ‘special friends’ was a mark of exclusivity. It made her sought after and for some of them a very expensive proposition as she developed a sliding scale of charges for the ‘special friends’ that she dealt with. It wasn’t a matter of money either. Some people would never qualify no matter how much they were prepared to spend, while others were ‘special friends’ at very nominal rates. It depended on the qualities that they brought to the relationship and it was that—a relationship, even with the money involved.

The Club made a fortune out of her business with them. They rented her the private rooms, her own flat and complete services, did her accounts, taxes, collections, managed her investments and superannuation scheme, provided her with security and interesting company. Once or twice a year she holidayed or travelled sometimes on the arm of a ‘special friend’, sometimes touring as a stripper or casually employed lap-dancer.

It only took her nineteen months from Horrocks seduction to be debt-free, and after five years she was past her second million and didn’t need the money. She had about two hundred ‘special friends’ active and a further two hundred or so who hadn’t been seen for a year or more.

It was about then that she began to think about having children, at least two, but the big problem seemed indissoluble. With two hundred ‘special friends’ to call on, how was she going to choose the right one or two to be the fathers.