Unknown - Captured by Ann

As I leaned back against the pillows in relaxation, Ann and Justine both tended to me and joined in cleaning me with the fresh washcloths that were set out for that purpose. At one point Ann reached up to kiss me and wh ile I was kissing Ann on the mouth, I reached for Justine and pulled her up towards me as well. At that point, I took Justine by the nape of her neck, and Ann by hers, and drew their mouths towards mine. After being in a position to taste both their tongues at the same time, I withdrew from the fray, leaving both Justine and Ann twirling their tongues around each others. I then took Justine's hand and placed it on Ann's breast. Neith er sister needed any more encouragement.

Using me no more than a prop to support Justine, Ann began to bathe Justine with her tongue while Justine writhed with excitement. Initially Ann knelt between Justine's legs and licked her slowly and gently, but Justine twisted so that she had like access to Ann. Justine placed two fingers inside Ann and twisted them about as she was nibbling and licking her. Everyone else in the room was completely captivated by the evident passion w hich these sisters were demonstrating and as I looked around I saw every pair of eyes glued to Justine and Ann while everyone, except for me, was almost absent-mindedly touching and stroking themselves.

Ultimately and finally Ann and Justine became more and more energetic in their activities and their grunts and whimpers which lead to very intense and simultaneous orgasms for each of them. As they finished they each lay against me, nestled one in each arm. I turned to kiss each and as I did I tasted on each, the other.

I had gotten bored. I had closed down my operation effective as of December 31, 1987 and after paying everyone a nice bonus we all parted amidst tears and hugs and on to new lives. Gerry and Ann stayed with me. Gerry simply to be my secretary in my new office and Ann to be with me.

I had purchased a townhouse in the East 60's in Manhattan and used a professional suite that a doctor had previously occupied to carry on my business. Ann and Gerry had offices there as did I. Ann had become quite wealthy as a result of the interest she had in the investments we had made. I had given her a check for $2.3 million when we liquidated the majority of our investment partnerships. For my part, I knew that my net worth now exceeded $400 million. I managed to keep that a secret from Forbes.

In July 1988 I had travelled to Los Angeles on business by myself. Ann was visiting her mother, and Gerry who would have accompanied me in her stead was feeling a little under the weather. I stayed at the Hotel Belair which was my favorite in West L.A. and for the first few days my schedule was pretty well booked. One Thursday, however, I found that I had nothing scheduled that evening and I was flipping through the paper thinking that I might take in a movie, when an ad caught my eye. One of the local clubs, Carroway's, advertised Foxy Mud Wrestling.

I decided to attend the program which it touted and arrived as the doors opened at 8 p.m. After being seated at a small round table around a ring lined with a blue vinyl tarp, I ordered a drink and nursed it and its successor along until the show started at 9 p.m. The show consisted of a series of staged matches between very pretty girls who were wearing skimpy outfits. Before each match, the combatants did a semi-strip down to minute bikinis and then sold kisses for dollar bills. I bought a few. The next to the last "match" was called a challenge match where one of the few girls in the audience volunteered to enter the ring against one of the troup e.

The fellow sitting next to me told me that these are the most interesting because the "amateur" sometimes really got enthusiastic and displayed more energy than the "professionals." I ventured the opinion that these are probably ringers, but no, I was assured that these were bona fide amateurs.

When the challenge match time arrived, a boisterous group decided to egg one of their female members on. The girl in question was none too anxious to get involved, but she did ultimately agree to participate. Stoked on no doubt by a few beers she was ushered to the backroom and later emerged, having been supplied with an outfit that was pretty skimpy consisting of a pair of shorts and a white t- shirt with a the beginning of a few tears. As the bout got underway, i saw that it was the experienced girl's job to exploit these few tears and enlarge them. No corresponding headstart was available to the poor challenger. To the audience's pleasure, the challenger soon was struggling with efforts to preserve her modesty (such as it was) and at the same time engage in mild combat.

The final bout of the evening was an auction where one of the men got to pick which of the previous girls he wanted to contend with. I was not interested in this so I left and went back to my hotel.

A few weeks late found me back in New York and sort of rattling around looking for things to do. I asked Ann if whe would come with me to L.A. for a few days. Ann asked me what we would do while we were there and I tol d her that we would figure things out and that I would show her some of the places that I had been to the previous month. On this trip to L.A. we checked in to the Beverly Wilshire hotel. The first couple of days were not expecially busy. Ann did a little shopping and we went to a few meetings together.

Over lunch that Thursday I informed Ann that we were going to go to go to Carroway's that night.

"What type of restaurant is that?" Ann asked.

"It's not a restaurant, it's sort of a night club." I answered.

"Oh, what type of entertainment do they have?" Ann asked.

"They have a floorshow, you'll see."

"Should I dress up, is it a fancy place?"

"Actually, it is very casual. You should wear something comfortable and sexy."

We had an early dinner that night in our suite courtesy of room service. About 7:15 p.m. as the food cart and table was being removed, Ann started picking through her closet to figure out what she would wear. She aske d me whether I had a preference and together we selected the outfit. She wore a tight and short black skirt that I had not seen before over sheer to the waist pantyhose. As she put it on, and there was nothing else unde rneath, I could not imagine how she was going to be able to sit, get in and out of cars, or do anything else and maintain any sense of modesty.

Apparently her strategy for dealing with that dillema was one of diversion, because she chose to wear a linen top that was filled to its limit with her breasts and which was essentially translucent bordering on transparent depending on how the light caught it.

"Is this sexy enough?" she asked. No answer was necessary, but I took her hand and guided it to a part of me which had reacted in suitably unambiguous response to her query.

We arrived at Carroway's and Ann immediately noticed the marquee touting the evening's entertainment. As we made our way to be seated, Ann looked around and I saw it register on her that there were very few women in att endance. We were shown to a small cabaret table at "ringside" and we ordered drinks. Ann struggled to find a way to sit at the table without exposing herself inordinately to the people sitting opposite us.

Ann and I watched the first two bouts. The routine was much as I had remembered it from my previous evening at Carroway's. I noticed however that many of the attendees were as intent on watching Ann as they were on th e show. Ann had difficulty keeping herself "arranged" so that she did not steal any more than was inevitable everyone else's attention.

At the start of the third match the soon to be combatants came out to do their almost strip to their fighting outfits and, as usual, they sold kisses for dollar tips. Ann held up a dollar for me and one very attractive blonde gave me a swift, chaste kiss. One of the people who was seated behind us, however, decided to have a little fun and held up a dollar over Ann. The blonde came back and without any hesitation leaned over to give A nn the kiss that the dollar bought. I watched Ann as she took all of this in good stride and good spirit.