Unknown - Captured by Ann

Those in attendance gave the combatants a standing ovation. Even the girls who had previously fought were applauding the sincere and formidable efforts that Ann and Tina had made. Both girls stood drawing in great gulp s of air as their chest heaved as a result of their exertion. The m.c. huddled with the promoter while they figured out who would be declared the winner.

Finally, the m.c. took Ann and Tina each by the arm and moved toward the center of the ring. "We have a draw!" he announced. The crowd reacted loudly to that announcement and quickly the chant "rematch, rematch" start ed up. At that point one of the promoters of this troupe came over to confer with the two girls. Ann motioned for me to join them. The promoter, Mike, introduced himself to me and I gave him my first name.

We drove back towards our hotel and headed up Wilshire Boulevard. As we passed the Beverly Wilshire hotel, I asked Ann if she wanted to stop off at the hotel for a few drinks. We were both a little wired and Ann agreed that it would be a good idea.

The cocktail lounge was not crowded at all and Ann and I sat in a booth and ordered our drinks. The lounge was dark and we were off in a corner. One other couple was seated in a booth opposite ours. They seemed engros sed in their own discussion. It was not until our drinks arrived that Ann and I talked about her "combat" that evening.

"How's your nose?" I asked. "Does it still hurt?"

"No, it's fine. I am not even sore."

"You were some sight. I had almost forgotten how much I enjoy having other people watching you."

"I like it too," Ann answered, "and you know that it especially pleases me that it is a turn on for you."

I put my arm around Ann and pulled her close to me to kiss her. As I did so, I noticed that the couple seated across the way was looking at us. The fact that they were looking at us did nothing to diminish my attention to Ann. In fact, as Ann leaned closer and closer in to me she pivoted in her seat somewhat so that I realized her skirt was hiking up ever higher. As I looked past the couple opposite us I could make out our reflectio ns in the mirrored wall that was on the far side of the lounge which all in all was about fifteen feet away. I also realized that what I saw in the mirror was the same perspective that the couple in the booth opposite us had. I could tell that Ann's skirt had climbed so that the bottom of the skirt was only barely covering her bottom and that the back of her nylon-clad legs were in full view. I decided to add a little spice to what was happening and so I pulled slightly on the back of the skirt so that about the bottom third of Ann's bottom was now uncovered. I could tell that the couple opposite us was paying close attention. After about thirty seco nds, I released Ann from my grasp and we returned to our side by side, seated posture.

I whispered to Ann that our neighbors in the booth across the way had been watching us closely. Ann and I both then turned and looked at that couple. The man was in his 30's and was wearing a suit. The girl was asian, with a slim build and seemed to be in her mid 20's. Their gaze caught ours and they smiled. They turned towards each other and exchanged a few whispers and seemed to giggle. Then, the man, mimicking what I had done be fore, drew his girlfriend toward him and they started to kiss. Like Ann, the girl shifted in her seat so that she was facing her boyfriend with her back to us, and, as I had, he reached down and bunched up his girlfriend 's skirt and raised it so that she was exposed to us. The asian girl was wearing black stockings which were supported by a black garter belt. Her panties had only a narrow strip of fabric running down between her buttoc ks and they gleamed creamy white in the subdued lighting of the bar. After a few moments, the sight of the waitress approaching to freshen our drinks prompted them to rearrange their clothing and positions. I raised my drink in a silent toast to them and asked our waitress to bring them a round of drinks on our tab.

After the drinks had been served, I decided to take things one more step. Reaching over to Ann, I unbuttoned her the top several buttons on her blouse and then, in a manner that was obvious to our "friends" across the w ay, reached inside her blouse with my left hand and lifted and supported her right breast in my hand.

After a few moments, I withdrew my hand and leaned back to look across at the couple in the booth across the way. The man shifted in his seat so his back was to the mirrored wall and drew the asian girl towards him so t hat she was resting her back against his. As he nuzzled her neck, he slipped his hand under the pullover blouse that the girl was wearing and quite conspicuously, but under the sweater massaged and kneaded her breast. T hen, knowing that Ann and I were watching them closely, he lifted her sweater higher and higher so that as one hand cupped and squeezed the asian girl's right breast, her left was fully exposed. This continued for only a few moments, when clothing was rearranged to restore a modest sense of decorum.

The couple across the way motioned for us to join them in their booth and I told Ann that we should join them. Ann, however did not want to accept that invitation: "Bob, I'm tired, let's go back to the hotel" she pleaded. I was not happy with this response of Ann's and I knew that corrective measures would have to be taken.

I beat Ann to the office on Tuesday by about five minutes. Ann showed up at work in a cream colored blouse over a red skirt. She told me that she expected to spend the day interviewing prospective receptionists and that she had invited an office space broker to visit her at 2:30 p.m. and that she thought it would be useful if I sat in on that meeting. That was fine with me. I retreated to my office expecting that I would spend the day watching Ann at work. Ann busied herself at her desk and to my chagrin she remained fully clothed. I realized why pretty quickly when the door to the suite opened and the first of the candidate receptionists arrived.

For probably the umpteenth time in the past day or so I tried to take stock of what was going on. I had set out to start my business and somehow got hooked up with this person who I was wildly overpaying to handle day to day administrative matters. Ann seemed perfectly competent in that respect but she had the out of left field and remarkable penchant for mesmerizing me through the brazen display of her breasts. Where were we going and why wasn't I talking to her in explicit terms about what was going on? Obviously Ann had struck a responsive chord tapping into a voyeuristic streak I had. For the moment I continued to think that I would play along t o see where things were headed.

That day Ann interviewed about four or so candidates for the receptionist's job. When I asked her how things were going she said that she hadn't yet met anyone who seemed quite right for the job, but if she did she would bring the person in to meet with me too. We also met with the real estate broker and described the space we were looking for. We thought that about 4,000 square feet would do and described the layout we had in mind. Ann was quite emphatic that we were looking for space that we would could remodel to suit our needs and that we needed to have the flexibility to do tear down and rebuild walls to get things in order. We had not discussed this and I assumed that Ann had something particular in mind. I did not press her on the point however.

Ann left at about 5:30. I thought we had a relatively "normal" day and that did not bother me.

At the time I was living in a two bedroom apartment in a highrise on Central Park South. I had sweeping views of the park to the North.

Initially my habit was to have dinner out with friends, catch a movie or a ball game or go to a club or a bar and wind up home (generally alone but sometimes not) at about midnight or 1:00 a.m. I had arranged through the superintendent of the building for someone to come in three days a week to keep the apartment clean and to tend to details like dropping off and picking up my laundry.