Innocence Lost
The Sequel: Weasel’s Innocence Lost
Okay folks, I thought it was all over with the church people after the semi-melee in the sanctuary last eve but I was proven wrong! And here we go with: (da da da !!! [drumroll of sorts]) Project Exorcism - The Sequel… which I like to refer to as: (da da da!!! [ermm another drum roll of sorts]) Weasel’s Innocence Lost.
Sitting at my desk, I get a call from the front of the office that I have a visitor. Well, I was a wee bit nervous only in that I thought the Coppers were there to get me for vandalism or something equally annoying. I really did not wish to go to jail again I can tell you. I tell Ryan, yes I was talking to him at the time, (hullo yu! love you baby!) that I’ll be right back and I slink up through the office and out into the lobby. At this point to say my eyes popped out of the sockets is well, i’ts an understatement in every way. After blinking several times I see the mirage sitting in a chair is not a mirage at all but the WEASEL! Yes folks he came to my work. Instantly, I looked for the coppers but saw none so I became extremely confused and decided to find out what he wanted.
Walking over, if one can say they’ve seen someone smirk it would have to have been the look on my face. I wasn’t letting this wanker know I was nervous over my rolling about on the church rug the night before. He stood up and greeted me with a "Why Jadenguil, I must say you are looking lovely today." I nodded and decided to cut to the chase. "So umm what do you want?", I asked him. Well he proceeded to express how much he was sorry about the whole sordid affair of the night before, and thought I could still use that "help" he and "The Fucker" and Ms. "Organ Player" had tried to give me. Listening, I started to smile, seeing an opportunity coming my way but not really sure I would indeed take it. He told me he would like to take me to dinner? and we could "discuss" what it was that made me do such "bad" things. He smiled at me! (at this point I have to stop to shudder recalling that smile) The funny thing is this. He kept glancing at my legs.
I’ll get to my office gear later. Okay. I sorta brushed him off with a few nonsensical words and managed to get his promise he would email me in a little while so that I would have time to think about it. He had gotten close and whispery to me and I sort of wanted to vomit. I refrained. After watching him leave in his good Sunday suit I zipped back in to tell Ryan what had happened. Oh he thought it fabulous and we discussed how I would terrorize this man who thought because I was "bad" that I must be a whore too and would go out with him and "discuss" things. Whore I may or may not be considering past exploits but I’d be damned if I’d let him even consider he could have me even for a second. It was once again, War.
New Plan - Verse 1:1, Getting shit together
Several things happened over the course of the day but they being of a bit of an intimate nature I’ll keep it quiet. But dear reader, I will let you know what happened next. The plan was laid down and finally the email from the weasel had arrived. It said for me to consider him my servant and to also consider meeting him for dinner. I emailed back that I would meet him at a certain place at a certain time and for him to not keep me waiting and since he wanted to be my servant he could henceforth call me Mistress when we were alone. And oh boy did he! (has to smirk now for a second) At about twenty minutes before the appointed time to meet him I ran to the bathroom to… umm… get ready.
Slathering my entire body with raspberry lotion I slid off my thong and bra and tossed them in my backpack. Oh but yes what gear did I have on for work? Basic black short skirt, basic black sleeveless sweater scooped a bit low, and black strappy high heeled sandals with of course my toe rings present. I know, I know, but you gotta dress up sometimes when you are working right? Fortunately my fingernails were still painted black from the eve before. I did up my face a bit powder red lips etc… and took off back to my office to shut down everything then I slid out onto the street and headed for the square down the lane. Oh oh oh did I mention I contacted and left a message for "The Fucker" to be at the place "The Weasel" and I were going to be at but at thirty minutes later then we’d be there? Okay, well now I have.
New Plan - Verse 1:2, The Weasel gets a hard-on, and oh so much more
Putting on my best "damn it is so good to see you face" I stepped up to Weasel and gave him a huge hug pressing my braless frame up against him. He told me it was so good to see me and sorta backed up a bit. Holding out his arm like a true gentleman, we chatted about nothing really while walking over to the restaurant. He asked a million questions about if I was feeling okay from the night before, how he thought it such a shame people viewed me as "naughty"? (what am I? Five?) and how he really thought he may have a plan to help me feel better about myself. How he admired my willingness to try new things, however, how they should be tempered. I had my tit on his arm during all this, he noticed but didn’t seem to pull away.
We arrived at the restaurant and I asked him if he would mind us sitting in the middle somewhere because I really liked watching other people. He said he preferred a corner or back table but if that is what I wanted then okay. Well that is what I wanted! I mean after all I was the Mistress wasn’t I? We sat and he pulled the chair out for me pausing only long enough to smile down at me and put my napkin on my lap. (fondled a napkin on my lap!) I smiled so much my face hurt and I whispered so many sweet things to him about how I really dug an older guy and how he must be experienced and I wondered about how he was not married or had a girlfriend. He warmed up to me and leaned over now speaking low and telling me he hadn’t found the right lass with enough spunk? I didn’t know anyone still said spunk. I asked him kiddingly why he didn’t call me Mistress, and from that point on, he did. Very quietly but he did it by God.
I started asking him personal questions about what positions he preferred and I let him know I really liked it from the back. He blushed a lot but did not discourage me so I went on to describe various positions in detail and how I may need a spanking since I was seen as such a bad girl. He agreed to that and laughed low and sorta looked around to see if anyone had heard him. We ordered in between all this and I asked for a rare steak. It came. I took about ten minutes and licked at it, using only a knife to cut it then dangling bits over my mouth and generally rubbing them on my fingers, lips, tongue and whatnot. He got a little red but did nothing but stare at me. At this point we had observers from other tables as I accidentally let my legs slide open a bit. Well since I had an audience I felt the need to talk rather loudly about how he was an usher and how I found him sexy. A few people laughed quietly as he shifted in his seat a bit, his food untouched. He was uncomfortable in more way than one.
New Plan - Verse 1:3, The Grand Entrance
Out of the corner of my eye as my foot was rubbing up and down his leg, I saw "The Fucker" enter and I barely withheld my glee. Watching carefully, I continued to be called Mistress, rub "The Weasel’s" leg, and get a promise of a good spanking after dinner. Seeing "The Fuckers" eyes widen after seeing us at the table I had to work quickly. I slid from my chair and slipped into my companions lap slinging my arm around his shoulder and whispering in his ear how much I wanted to fuck him right that second. His back was to the door so he didn’t see who was coming when his hand rubbed over my ass. He did however get a good crotch shot as I pulled up the front of my skirt to show him exactly what he would be getting. I could feel his cock under me, so I wiggled a little, my bare ass on his pants.
Suddenly a strangled voice cried out from behind him and I looked up and winked at "The Fucker". I had totally corrupted his henchman and so decided to holler out "Well, well, how are you tonight, Father?" I was dumped rather quickly on the floor sliding down his legs to land partially under the table. Hadn’t counted on that but the bruise on my ass is worth the look on both of their faces. I jumped up and started interjecting how "The Weasel" wanted to spank me and how I was just a young, impressionable lass and how does their church condone ushers running around calling girls Mistress? etcetera, etcetera. till the management came running. Everyone was shouting, other people at the tables surrounding were jumping up to say they saw the whole thing how "The Weasel" had brought me in on his arm and had been rubbing my ass. Slowly I slunk out, smiling while "The Weasel" defended himself and "The Fucker" was yelling about hell, brimstone, and fire and lets not forget that now it was not only I who was going to hell but Mr. Weasel was heading there as well.
I must say it was a productive and good eve.
The End? muahahaha… we shall see…
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