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MILLION DOLLAR CHERRY

CHAPTER 8—ENCORE ENCOUNTER

The theme music was familiar, but with a different instrumentation than the other backstage show recordings—brassier, giving it a triumphal-march overtone. The Million Dollar Cherry logo faded onto the screen. After a few seconds, an animated red marker applied quotation marks around “Cherry”, and then delicate pink curlicues faded into view and morphed into the words “Encore Encounter”.

“Welcome to the very first Million Dollar Cherry Encore Encounter,” began the narrator’s familiar sultry contralto. “Our show features a previous contestant who came for a second chance at the million-dollar prize... and stayed for a second recording session in our backstage studio! And now, let’s see who our returning guest is...?”

The scene showed a clip of Brandie stepping up onto the stage for her return episode, then froze on her waving to the audience. The standard contestant-bio summary popup appeared in the upper left of the screen. “Hello, Brandie! It seems like only yesterday when we first met you,” the narrator declared as the image crossfaded to a shot of her very first appearance.

A series of quick clips recapped her initial run on the show, a condensed version of the intro to her first session recording. She was bound and topless and grinning at her initial “Cuff Five, Muff Dive” victory. Her neck and wrists were in the pillory for “Spank the Skank”, and then the camera showed her shorts being removed after her one and only misstep of the game. The view cut away before her butt was entirely bared, and shifted to split-second images of her run through the “Sweet Treat” maze.

“And then it all came down to ‘Double or Nothing’. She was one step away from winning the million...” The visuals showed Brandie stating her answers, and the panelists revealing theirs. “...but instead, she got herself a trip backstage!”

Soft music played over a minute or so of excerpts from her session with Pierre and Gertrude. They closed in on her, and then the scene dissolved to a series of views of the three of them writhing against each other. Another slow dissolve led to a rear view of Brandie lying her belly, followed by a transition to scenes of two women humping each other’s thighs while Pierre thrust into her from behind.

Sitting on the sofa watching, Brandie snickered.

“What’s so funny?” Clarisse asked.

“I just noticed how those clips look like they were edited for an “R” rating.”

“It’s called ‘save something for the paying customers’, honey.”

Sure enough, the screen now displayed an ad with download links for the basic and bonus-features version of the full session. Behind the ad was a view of Gertrude beginning to mount Brandie, her dildo hidden from view but clearly implied by the position of the hand that was maneuvering it into position.

Clarisse deepened and slurred her voice. “Woah, dude! We gotta buy that one so we can see if that chick is gonna do that other chick doggie-style, or give it to her right up the ass!” Brandie chortled.

The ad screen faded to black. “But that wasn’t the end for our Brandie!” the voiceover declared. The still image of her waving to the audience reappeared, sans bio, and then began moving again. “We invited her back for another go-around!”

The game of “Twenty-One, Grownup Fun” was summarized with quick shots of the hands of cards and more extensive images of Brandie paying off each forfeit. “Oh, she really went ‘bust’ on that hand!” the narrator punned as her bikini top was removed. Recordings from multiple cameras padded that scene to about twice the length of the actual event, and the ripping away of her bikini shorts was extended even more by a full set of front and rear views.

Most of all, the camera lingered on the kisses and massages. On the couch, by unspoken agreement, Brandie and Clarisse exchanged a quick peck whenever a “Smooch” card was dealt and shared an open-mouth kiss after each hand won by the house.

Finally, the closing hand was dealt. The presenation drew out the reveal of the hole card as long as possible, leading up to it with a synth drumbeat. The camera showed Brandie’s stunned expression for a second, and then panned down her body and pulled back to show her being lifted by the cuffrope.

As Clarisse headed backstage with Brandie in tow, the narrator purred, “It looks like the million wasn’t in the cards for Brandie! For her final hand, she’s drawn the King Bed with a Queen Bedwarmer.” As the main menu faded in, she concluded, “Just select our Main Feature to see how that hand played out....”

The menu was superimposed over a view of Clarisse and Brandie lying on the bed, apparently taken from late in the evening when they had settled down to gentle petting and cuddling.

Clarisse was holding the remote. She clicked on “Panelist Interview”.

“Egotist,” Brandie commented, but offered no real objection. The curtains closed on the menu, and a view of Clarisse on a sofa appeared.

“Hello, Clarisse.” It was the same narrator, talking in a somewhat less breathy tone. “So, tell us why you recommended Brandie for the first round of return engagements...?”

Brandie turned to her. “I might have known!”

Clarisse batted her eyes innocently. Brandie rolled hers—and then leaned closer against her companion to show that she wasn’t really offended.

On the screen, Clarisse replied, “There was something I noticed about her from the moment I first saw her on the stage—a real ‘eye of the tigress’ look.”

“But didn’t you expect her to lose that first round?” A frame in the upper left of the screen showed Clarisse’s final-score prediction.

“Well, I did expect it to be pretty close. But I thought Gwendolyn would do better with the celebrity-buzz stuff we were using in that round.”

“No disrespect to Gwendolyn, but I can’t help but think you were really hoping to unwind with some backstage Brandie.” Clarisse winced a bit at the pun, both on the show and on the sofa. The frame now showed the drawing Clarisse had made to show her prediction that Brandie would end up fully bound and naked.

The narrator’s voice took on a definite don’t-kid-a-kidder overtone. “Are you really telling me that her eyes were the first thing you noticed?”

Clarisse replied in a voiceover, as the drawing expanded to fill the entire screen. “To be honest, I noticed that after I managed to take my eyes off her ass. So I guess you could say she also has the ‘tush of the tigress’.”

Brandie felt Clarisse’s hand sliding down her hip. “You’re unbeliveable!” she declared in a mock-outraged tone.

Clarisse’s snicker blended with the narrator’s onscreen chuckle. “Well... technically that is a synonym for ‘incredible’, which is the word you used for it last night!” Her hand was now in position to punctuate the remark with a sudden butt-squeeze.

Brandie made a great production of focusing her attention on the screen. Clarisse leaned back a bit and followed suit. But her hand stayed right where it was.

“Ironic that that’s is the one thing you can’t see in the drawing.”

“Well, there’s nothing wrong with the rest of her, either! Anyway, the point of that drawing was to show that she was supposed to be topless and bottomless, and it’s a bit hard to show the ‘topless’ part with a rear view.” Clarisse picked up a sketch tablet from somewhere just offscreen, and flipped through it. “See what I mean?”

She held up another drawing of Brandie, similarly naked, bound, and suspended, this time as seen from behind. It was amazing how a few simple lines could depict a jauntily-angled and nicely curved rear end.

“Nice...” the narrator declared as the scene cut to a full-screen view of the new drawing. “But what really interests me is the facial expression on the first one.”

Quick cut back to Clarisse, who looked a bit nonplussed. ”That’s what interests you? Don’t tell me you’re actually straight, and just sneaking peeks down my cleavage to do a jealousy comparison!”

“Don’t get me wrong; I wouldn’t kick her out of bed. I just can’t help but notice the way you made her expression... well, not scared exactly, but definitely a bit bashful.” The first drawing was back onscreen, zoomed in on the blush-shaded nervous-looking face. “You said you saw the ‘eye of the tigress’, but this looks more like the face of the docile little submissive.”

“I figured that if she did lose, she’d be all ‘No Way! This can’t be happening!’ And then she’d be properly receptive to a firm hand.”

“You mean like when you came back for the ‘Spank the Skank’ round?” Cut to a view of Brandie’s neck and wrists being bound in a low-framed pillory, prominently presenting her backside.

As the screen showed Clarisse tugging down Brandie’s shorts, she replied in voiceover, “A firm hand, a nice ass... unfortunately, I never got the chance to put them together during that round. But I think I’ll have better luck tonight.”

Brandie snorted. “Confident, weren’t you?”

“If I was wrong, nobody would ever see it. Heads I win, tails doesn’t count.”

“Sneaky bitch!”

“Flattery will get you nowhere.”

Brandie cocked her head. “So, what do I have to say to get a spanking around here?”

“Later.”

The screen had now shifted to a display of Brandie’s final losing hand. “And, of course, Clarisse’s luck did turn around. Brandie kept getting away from her before, but not this time!” A series of quick cuts led to a freeze-frame rear view of Brandie from head to mid-thigh, her butt caught in mid-sway as she teetered backwards toward the bed.

The standard text-box display of the contestant bio appeared, and zoomed in on the entry: “Describe your bedroom personality in three words or less.” Brandie’s answer “SASSY/SWEETIE” was written in by an animated pen.

“And after Clarisse tames the tigress?” The display paused a beat, and then the letters began rearranging. The “W” flipped upside down, and there were one or two other tricks Brandie didn’t quite catch. Finally, the pseudo-anagram settled down to read “YES, MISTRESS”.

“It looks like the ‘tigress’ is about to become Clarisse’s cute little pussy... cat.” Again, the screen faded into the main menu display.

This time, Clarisse selected the Main Feature.

It began with a series of slow-crossfade cuts, from the board showing the final hand of cards, to Brandie’s stunned expression, to Clarisse’s eager leer. Clarisse strode to center stage to claim her prize, and stepped back as the ceiling machinery pulled her up onto tiptoes. Step by step, they moved back toward the bed, Clarisse watching the sway of Brandie’s hips as she swung back and forth to maneuver her bound feet into place at each step.

At last, the curtain closed behind them... and then dissolved into a scene from inside the bedchamber. Brandie stood a few feet away from the foot of the bed, still suspended from her cuffrope.

Clarisse raised her hand to grasp Brandie’s chin between thumb and forefinger. “I’ve got you now. Before we’re done here, you’re going to be sorry for all those times you slipped out of my reach.”

“I’m only sorry I lost in the end.” Brandie tried to project a tough expression, but it really didn’t come off.

“Feisty! Well, there’s a time and a place for that... and right now isn’t it.”

Clarisse stepped away and bent over. When she rose, she was holding the leather belt that had held Brandie’s kiss tokens. She looped it back onto itself and took hold of the ends. Brandie stared at it wide-eyed.

“Remember that last round, when I almost had you? The only way you could get out of it was with a dirty trick, squirting me in the eyes with that alcohol solvent.” She pulled the leather loop taut with a snap. “That stings.”

“No... please!” Brandie cried.

“If you didn’t want to be punished, you shouldn’t have been naughty.” Clarisse declared. She slapped the belt against her palm, and then stepped around behind Brandie.

She raised the strap... and then shifted it to her other hand and smacked Brandie’s ass with her open palm.

On the couch, Brandie turned to her companion. “I knew it! Softie!” she teased.

Then she jumped, as Clarisse gave her a rapid-fire series of butt-pinches and squeezes. “You take that back!”

“I’m... oooooh!... I’m sorry....” Clarisse glared at her, so melodramatically as to be more ridiculous than threatening. “...Mistress!” Clarisse grinned and eased off, slid her hand up a bit, and patted Brandie’s flank.

“It’s just that I didn’t see any reason to let anything come between your ass and my fingers.” True enough, the scene on the monitor showed that Clarisse’s spanking has softened into slow gentle slaps, with her hand lingering for a beat at each stroke.

Finally, her hand settled into steady contact, stroking rather than striking. “That feels much better, doesn’t it?”

“Yes.”

“Call me ’Mistress’.”

Brandie grinned as she heard herself comply. For this session, Clarisse had played the stereotypical dominatrix to the hilt. Afterwards, purple-prose declarations of dominance and submission had become a bit of a private joke between them, which they used to amuse each other and evoke memories of this first encounter.

On the screen, Clarisse growled, “So... are you sorry for being so naughty?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“And you’re going to be a good girl from now on, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Not that you have much choice now.” Clarisse leaned close to Brandie’s ear. “But the important thing is that you are a good girl now, and a good girl gets a kiss.” She gave Brandie a peck on the cheek. Stepping around to face her bound companion, she declared. “Actually, you’re such a good girl that you get a lot of kisses..” She ostentateously dropped the belt to the floor. “...anywhere I want.”

“Yes, you’re going to be my good girl. No more Little Miss Clit-Tease.” She cupped Brandie’s chin in her hand again, more gently than before. Slowly, she leaned in for a passionate kiss.

On the sofa, Brandie and Clarisse did likewise. When Brandie came up for air, the onscreen liplock was still in progress.

“They must be cheating with slow-motion playback or something.”

“Or maybe hanging from the ceiling helps you hold your breath longer.” Clarisse looked up speculatively. “Maybe we can set up something here.”

Brandie glanced at the screen, where Clarisse was now nuzzling her neck. She lifted her chin to invite a repeat performance, and began untying her robe to prepare for the next part. Soon, she was lying on the sofa, her naked body available for her partner’s mouth as it slowly progressed from neck to shoulder to breasts.

Neither of them was really paying attention to the show on the monitor any more, though their live activities stayed pretty well synchronized with their previous performance.

As Brandie felt Clarisse’s tongue probing at her navel, she felt anticipatory shivers between her legs. She’d felt it before, onstage and then again backstage. It was even more intense this time.

She heard Clarisse’s voice from the screen, and remembered how she’d stopped to talk at that point. She remembered how frustrated she’d felt at being left hanging... kept in suspense... dammit, was there any term for it that wasn’t a bad pun?

“The belt’s on the floor, Brandie. There’s no more borderline between your navel and pussy.” She ran her tongue across Brandie’s skin just below her belly button. “Anytime I wish, I can start doing this a bit further down.”

Brandie remembered how her body had cried out for Clarisse to do it, already. And now Clarisse was keeping her waiting again. Teasing bitch.

She gently rocked her hips. Clarisse wasn’t taking the invitation, not just yet.

“I couldn’t help but notice that neither of your partners on your first backstage tape put their mouths down there. Has anyone? Ever?”

“No, Mistress.”

Suddenly, Clarisse looked up from her belly, mischief in her eyes. In an overdone dominatrix tone, she asked. “Have you ever touched yourself down there?” followed by “No, Mistress!” in a squeaky parody of Brandie’s own voice.

“Stop teasing me!” They both knew that she wasn’t really referring to the verbal taunt.

Onscreen, Clarisse had another question. “And have you licked another woman’s pussy?”

“No, Mistress.”

“Well, then, pay close attention.” Out of the corner of her eye, Brandie saw Clarisse on the recording kneel a bit lower to place her mouth closer to Brandie’s snatch. On the sofa, Clarisse scooted backward a few inches to achieve the same result.

“I saw what you did with Gertrude. She fucked you with a plastic penis. I’ve got nothing against toys, but, really, being fucked with a penis doesn’t exactly make you a lesbian. Neither does humping another woman’s leg. That’s barely getting past second base—tagged out by the shortstop, I’d call it.”

Clarisse looked up at Brandie and licked her lips. Watching, Brandie remembered her agony of impatience for her to use that tongue, and was now feeling it again as Clarisse’s attention seemed to be focused on the screen. “In a few moments, I’m going to introduce you to the art of lesbian lovemaking... and I expect you to learn it well so that you’ll be ready to put your lips and tongue to work as soon as I let you down. Is that understood?”

“Yes, Mistress.” Brandie took a deep breath. ”Please, Mistress!”

“Very well.” Finally, Clarisse put her head between Brandie’s thighs... on the screen.

On the sofa, Brandie was still waiting. Clarisse turned to look at her. After a moment that seemed to stretch on interminably, she asked, “Are you going to admit that I was right?”

Last night, as they relaxed in each other’s arms, they’d rambled on about nothing in particular. Among other things, Brandie and Clarisse had not-too-seriously debated the question of whether Brandie and Gertrude had made lesbian love, or whether Clarisse was just bed-rules-lawyering because she was still a bit peeved over failing to get her backstage the first time around.

For a moment, Brandie couldn’t believe that she was still making an issue of that. Then, she decided that it was just part of the game. Well, then, the winning move for this game was abject surrender.

“You were right... Mistress.” Brandie batted her eyes.

As soon as Clarisse stopped giggling, she planted her lips and tongue firmly in place, drawing a gasp from Brandie that soon turned into sighs and then moans. Her hips began to writhe as Clarisse’s tongue found her clit. She heard herself gasp, and was past knowing or caring whether it was live or recorded. The physical sensations filled her awareness as she felt the twitches that told her she was about to cum. The last thing she realized was that Clarisse’s lips and tongue were thrusting against her harder than ever, and then there was nothing but overwhelming pleasure.

When the world started coming back into focus, she was staring up at the ceiling. She noticed a sprinkler head, and imagined hanging from that. No, that would be a bad idea. She didn’t really need it; just lying back and being fucked by Clarisse was wonderful. But hanging from the ceiling and being fucked by Clarisse was wonderful in its own way.... She’d sort it out later.

She’d just started to let her thoughts go blank and lie back to relax when Clarisse took her hand and began pulling her to her feet. She then lay on the sofa and opened her own robe. “Your turn.”

Brandie didn’t look back to the screen, but from the sounds and her memories she knew that it was showing Clarisse unfastening her manacles. Next, she would lie back on the bed and spread her legs to receive Brandie’s first clumsy efforts at cunnilingus. She was starting to get the hang of it now, and would do a lot better this time.

But not just yet.

She planted her hands at Clarisse’s sides and leaned down to give her a peck on the cheek. “Yes, my turn. My turn to make you wait for it.”

Clarisse’s protest was silenced as Brandie’s tongue met hers.

* * *

The screen showed the main menu, as it had ever since the main feature had played out, ignored by the two women. Clarisse turned off the monitor.

“Nice memories,” Clarisse said. Brandie nodded.

“But now I have some thoughts about the future.” Brandie blinked and took a moment to focus her thoughts as she realized that Clarisse had more in mind than idle pillow talk.

“You have a few days left here, and if that’s all you want then I suppose that’s that. We might meet again, or we might not. You’ll get some more royalties from the new video, but nothing much compared to the big prize. Maybe you’ll even get another chance here, eventually, or maybe not.”

Clarisse paused and looked self-conscious about her rambling. “What I’m getting at is that I’m looking for a business manager for my publishing company. I found the resume you posted online last year, and after making a few inquiries I’d like to offer you the position.”

Brandie stared for a moment, then laughed. “You have a hell of a way of giving a job interview!”

“Not really. I showed the resume to three other people I know in the business, to get an objective opinion. They all thought you could do the job, and one of them tried to get your name to hire you himself. So, I’m not basing this on the ‘fringe benefits’.”

She paused a beat, then continued, “Just to sweeten the deal, I’m offering you a 20% raise over your current job. If you like, I’ll put you in touch with the colleague I mentioned, and if he offers more than you’re making now I’ll go 20% over that.”

It was... it was wonderful... but it was so overwhelming.

Clarisse put a hand on Brandie’s shoulder. “You don’t have to give me your answer until our little vacation is over. For now, just relax and think about it. The decision is up to you.”

Her other hand settled onto Brandie’s butt. “Though I will keep reminding you about those fringe benefits.”

In a daze, Brandie felt herself leaning forward, guiding her lips toward her companion’s, into a kiss that started out almost innocent and escalated into the most intense one they’d shared yet.

Finally, she pulled away and took a deep breath. Everything was clear now.

“I don’t need to think about it. I accept.”

Clarisse smiled. “I thought you would. Whenever you’re ready, we can take care of the final paperwork, and you can decide if you want to think about moving—a lot of the work can be done by telecommuting, but sometimes you’d need to get to the office, and it’s about a two-hour drive at rush hour.”

“Not to mention driving to wherever it is you live.” Brandie gave Clarisse a quick peck. “Some things can’t be done over the computer.”

“Well... I was actually going to suggest moving in with me, if that isn’t too forward.”

Brandie laughed. “Too forward? You’re kidding me, right?”

“Mostly. Personal boundaries can crop up where you don’t really expect them.”

After that comment, Clarisse looked thoughtful. Brandie waited expectantly for her to say what was on her mind.

“Depending on just where your personal boundaries are, there is one other offer I might be able to arrange for you....”