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Till We Meet Again | A Bette-Tina Beginning Chapter 19

Setting: Sin City, where Bette has taken Tina in the late afternoon

“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me. I cannot do this to Eric. My self-respect and dignity just would not let me.”
“Yes, you can T. This is not about self-respect or dignity, which you have undoubtedly. This is about pure unbridled heated passion between two people who love and crave each other, who have not been intimate for a while. Can you not feel the need and desire?”
“I…I…don’t know Bette…I have never… I mean, I have no idea how to do this…or what to do or what to expect, really,” Tina blushed.
“T…do you trust me?”
Blindly. I trust you Bette. More than anybody else. More than even myself, Tina thought to herself.
“I do, but I don’t trust myself for investing trust in you right about now. In fact, I am questioning my sanity,” Tina teased.
Bette frowned before the light bulb went off in her head and she understood what Tina was saying.
“Well T, I cannot vouch for your sanity [and that earns her another slap on the shoulder from Tina] but I can say that you need to surprise Eric with something sexy and alluring, something that blows his mind and gets you both in the mood, and I am the best person to tell you how to do that. Sometimes, trying new things can put the spark back into a relationship. Trust the Great Bette Porter,” Bette said, pointing to herself.
Tina rolled her eyes and puffed her cheeks, and after admitting to herself that Bette did have a point—after all, she was the sexiest and smartest woman Tina had ever laid eyes on, bad knee and all [not that Tina was about to tell Bette!]—Tina decided to submit to this insanity.
“Fine, lets do it,” she said nodding and following Bette into the store, with little idea as to what awaited her.

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Alice was already in bed for once, when Bette arrived home. She sat with her hair in rollers, relaxing and flipping through a magazine, after a particularly hard day at work and lost in thought about her new assignments.

Bette came into the room, sitting on her side of the bed and Alice was alerted of her presence.

“Hi, how was your day?” she asked, without turning around to look at Bette.

“Very nice,” Bette twiddled with her thumbs thinking about the wonderful day she had had with Tina, especially the fun at the sex toy store.

“God, I had a long tiring day,” Alice said, rubbing the back of her neck.

Bette’s head snapped up at the remark. It was now or ever. She turned around excitedly and collected all her courage, “I think you need a massage,” she uttered sexily and softly as Alice almost died of a heart-attack.

Bette removed her jacket and unbuttoned her shirt as she crossed across the bed to approach Alice from behind.

“I am gonna be your masseuse baby. Just relax and enjoy the ride,” Bette whispered sexily and starting massaging Alice much like Tina had done to her, laying soft kisses down her arms.

Alice sat there eyes wide in shock, not moving. Is Bette on crack or is that a pod person in Bette’s body pretending to be Bette?

Bette moved slowly and deliberately, smiling in satisfaction as Alice became less stressed under her skillful touch and moaned increasingly, breathing harder.

Bette sucked on her earlobe, lightly nipping, as she reached to the front to unhook her bra, taking the straps in her teeth and dragging them off her shoulders. Bette cupped her exposed breasts from behind, and pinched her already hardened nipples, imagining the way Tina had done to her and getting increasingly aroused. Scorching heat burned through Alice and the blonde snapped her head back on Bette’s shoulder, moaning with pleasure, exposing her neck to Bette even more. Pleased with her reactions, Bette closed her eyes and started to press light feathery kisses down her exposed and flushed neck, blowing softly, sucking and nipping as she stroked and massaged her breasts.

“Does that feel good baby?” Bette whispered sexily into her ear.

Alice could only nod and whimper in delight as a smoldering fire sprang life in her blood that only made her burn and ache more as Bette teased and caressed her breasts and belly, massaging back along the indentations of her spine, moving back over her hips.

“Are you ready for me baby? Are you wet and aching between your legs? Let me feel you, let me see how wet you are…” Bette said as she slipped her hands in her panties and smiled with satisfaction upon touching the extremely soaked curls and hard clit.

Alice let out a deep guttural moan and turned around swiftly to lay a scorching kiss on Bette. Bette moaned and pulled Alice down on top of her, pulling down her panties and pushing her fingers inside Alice, who moaned deeply and started rocking on Bette’s fingers.

“Oh fuck yeah!” Alice threw her head back and rode Bette, almost nearing her long-withheld orgasm already. She was starving for Bette, craving for sexual release.

“Yeah baby, ride them like a cowgirl, go on now,” Bette said as she spanked her ass cheeks and moved her fingers faster against Alice

Bette opened her eyes to look at the sexy sight of a naked Alice bouncing up and down in front of her and yelped in fright at her first look of Alice—the anti-aging facial mask crème she had on made her look like a ghost.

“Bah!” Bette let out in shock before she could really process what she had seen, letting go of Alice immediately.

Startled and no longer supported upright by Bette, Alice lost her balance and then toppled off the bed.

“Oww…” Alice yelped as she somersaulted and fell hard on her butt.

“Oops…” Bette said burying her face under the pillow.

“Bette!” Alice shouted angrily, the romance quickly fizzling out of the atmosphere, as she scrambled at to her feet, disoriented.

“Hi,” Bette peaked from under the pillow. “Um… are you ok?”

Alice looked at Bette in exasperation.

“You know Bette, if this was your sick idea of a joke, it really wasn’t funny,” she stomped off into the bathroom for a cold shower.

Bette sighed and shook her head. “Alice!” she called after the blonde even as Alice slammed the bathroom door behind her.

Bette bit her lip and looked up at the ceiling. “T…” she groaned and buried her head under the pillow.

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Flashback: What happened @ Sin City earlier in the day

Tina had never been into an adult store like Sin City—she gaped as she saw hundreds of different dildos, vibrators, edible thongs, lubricants, inflatable dolls, and things that she could not even fathom using in an intimate manner.

“Hey T…Does Eric need anything from here?” Bette asked teasingly, pointing to the dildos.

“No Bette…guys have their own, remember?” Tina said, blushing and feeling out of place in the store. She stuck close to Bette, putting her hand on the small of her back and leaning her head on Bette’s shoulder, where she could feel safe and comfortable.

“I would rather not remember but thanks for clarifying for me.” Bette squeezed Tina’s hand affectionately.

“Bette, have you been with a man…sexually?” Tina asked, pulling back. She could not fathom the thought of Bette with another man—hell, her personality was enough to drive away most women in the long-term!

“Ugh…I had a few boyfriends in college, when I was trying to please my father and be the perfect daughter. That did not last long.” Then she added, “the pleasing part, not the one about being perfect,” Bette grinned.

Tina smiled, ignoring the last part of her comment. “Is that when you also met Alice? Did you always know you were into women or did you realize it later? Forgive me if that is a stupid question,” Tina said curiously, as Bette studied the art adorning the walls.

She looks so cute when she is concentrating on something—I could stand here with her all day simply staring at her, Tina thought.

“I always knew I was into women but did not act on it until the boyfriend I had been sleeping with turned out to be gay as well,” Bette laughed as she saw Tina’s eyes widen in shock. “Yeah, the experience made me question who I was becoming into and I decided that I needed to be honest with myself. I met Alice a bit later, while I was in graduate school and a teaching assistant,” Bette smiled at the memories. “God, she was a crazy undergrad student who drove me up the walls.”

“You seduced a student you were teaching?”

“Pfft…please. She went after me—the rest as you know is history,” Bette said dismissively, moving to the section with garter belts and stilettos.

Tina raised her eyebrows at the garter belts and for a brief moment, imagined Bette wearing one for her. She immediately got hot and bothered again, shaking her head furiously to clear the thoughts in her head.

Bette peered at her curiously. “Are you alright, T? Do you feel uncomfortable or anything because we can leave if you don’t want to be here?”

“No, I’m fine…I just needed to know…Bette, how do you know whether you are a lesbian? I know it sounds like a stupid question but at what point is someone lesbian or even bisexual—does harboring sexual feelings for a female friend automatically make you gay or is it something deeper than that?” Tina held her breathe as she waited for Bette to answer. She did not know how else to confront Bette about her feelings, how else to define what was going on in her heart and mind.

Bette frowned, deep in thought. “I think it is different for everyone T. There are certainly very straight women who do fall in love with other women but still identify as straight. And then there are women who identify as lesbians who end up with men. I really don’t bother with these categories. They are socially constructed and artificial categories, cast aside and marginalized as deviant and sub rosa aspects of sexuality—to preserve and protect the dominant culture. Why does love have to be defined in terms of straight or gay, black or white? Why can it not be just love between two people, any two people?” Bette ranted.

As much as Tina loved to hear Bette speak and would listen attentively most of the time, the answers she received did nothing to clear her confusion and quell her doubts. The fact that she could be straight and still attracted to Bette and even lusting for her, did not settle her disorientation about her sexual orientation, and more importantly, these dangerous feelings for Bette.

“…when Foucault said that homosexuality began in seventeenth century, he was not devaluing the gay experience prior to psychiatry or the state as critics have wrongly lamented. In fact, he was drawing attention to the taxonomy of sexuality—how the history of sexuality was becoming more marked by mechanisms and technologies of power, namely the hysterization of women’s bodies and psychiatrization of ‘perverse’ pleasure.…”

Tina absent-mindedly ran her hand up and down Bette’s back, drifting in and out of the conversation that had turned more into a lecture session, as Bette continued to talk oblivious to Tina’s wavering attention and coaxed on by Tina stroking her back.

“…precisely because I don’t think that a 100% attraction to the opposite sex is a necessary teleological component to identifying as straight and the same applies to being gay…”

Tina smiled, amused at how much Bette loved to listen to herself. Most people would find it arrogant or obnoxious—Tina found it endearing. For her, it meant that Bette was so passionate about her work, so totally unswerving about her convictions, that she often forgot about her environment, like right now—an adult sex toy store.

A sales representative approached them, mistaking them for a lesbian couple. No one could blame her—Bette and Tina stood closely huddled together in an adult store as Bette spoke animatedly and Tina lovingly stroked her back, smiling at her—to a passerby they seemed like a couple very much in love.

“Excuse me…Hi, I am Brenda…Can I help you ladies with something today?” she asked Tina pleasantly as Bette came out of her lecture mode and realized that she was standing in Sin City with Tina.

Without skipping a beat, Bette replied, “Yes, we need a sexy strapless lace bra, a leather garter belt thong set in her size, along with matching stockings, a pair of stilettos, a whip and maybe some blindfolds,” she finished, smiling sweetly at the sale representative as Tina gaped at her.

“Bette!” Tina almost died of embarrassment. She wished the ground would open at her feet and she could be swallowed in.

“Yes, baby, was there anything else that you needed?” she pulled Tina close, intertwining their hands and pressing a kiss to her forehead as Brenda proceeded to track down the different items.

Hot and bothered yet warm, secure and comforted, Tina protested quietly. “Bette, I will look like a cheap whore in those clothes. No, not even clothes—accessories! There is no way I am wearing that for Eric!”

“But you will wear them for me?” Bette teased, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

“Bette!” Tina whined

“Tina!” Bette whined back.

“Uff…THIS is your brilliant plan to bring Eric and me close again? I don’t even want to know what YOU do in bed!” Tina spoke in hushed mock angry tones.

“Baby…you probably cannot handle what I do in bed but this is about you. And thanks, I know I am brilliant,” Bette nodded at Brenda as she picked out what she thought would look really sexy on Tina.

“Bette, this is utterly ridiculous. Me dressed as a cheap whore is not going to improve my marriage with Eric!” Tina was not convinced at all.

“Really? What is the biggest problem in your relationship?”

“That we…I…don’t have sex…” Tina stuttered, studying her feet.

“And how do you think you can resolve that problem?” Bette inquired.

“By discussing it?” Tina answered weakly.

“And what does Eric do when you try to ‘discuss’ things with him?” Bette challenged

“He acts like a child - changes the topic or exits the room,” Tina frowned.

“Do you think things could change if you took an initiative—take the lead in the bedroom, role play and spice things up a little?”

“Yes…It would really help.” Tina shrugged dejectedly. Maybe Bette was right – More than Eric, roleplaying might put HER in the mood for sex with him.

“Well then, trust me. This is the right direction to take,” Bette squeezed her hand reassuringly again.

Tina sighed and leaned against Bette again, letting her take the lead in determining exactly what she would wear and enact with Eric.

When they were done shopping for Tina and about to pay at the register, Bette and Tina started bickering about who should pay. Brenda watched them in awe and remarked, “Pardon me for saying this and no offence, but the two of you make a really hot, beautiful couple even when you are disagreeing with each other.”

Tina blushed and was about to admit that they were just friends, but Bette spoke up first, “Thanks, it’s hard to take offense to that.” She smiled at Brenda, paid for the items with her credit card and took a yet-again-gaping Tina by the hand, directing her out of the store.

“Bette!” Tina protested as she gained her bearings.

“Wear it for me and consider your account settled…” Bette teased, knowing there was no way Tina would show up in her office or anywhere that they meet, dressed like that.

Oh just you wait Porter. I will unsettle before I settle, Tina thought as she schemed in her head.

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Two Days Later, in Bette’s Office

Tina had called earlier, asking Bette if she could come over to see her in the afternoon. Bette was more than pleased to have her company, especially after the disastrous night she had had with Alice. She had been banished from the bedroom and made to sleep on the living room couch. Worse, Alice had declared that she might be going out of town for a few days for an assignment not bothering to ask Bette to come with her or tell her where she was going.

Needless to say, Bette was in a bad mood—Alright, she is generally in a bad mood to begin with, but today was she sulking and pouting along with being grumpy. She brightened up though, her face instantly glowing as she heard a pair of heels turn down the hallway. She recognized Tina’s distinctive walk now, and could discern it from the clicking of other heels. Bette heard her knock on the door and asked her to come in. She took off her reading glasses and looked up from the article she was reading on the computer.

“Hey Bette, how are you?” Tina walked up to Bette and gave her a quick hug. “I bought you some gifts,” she said handing over a small box.

Bette hugged her back and then looked at the box in excitement. “From the sex toy store we went to? Wow, T, you really did not need to. I doubt you and I need any additional help in bed…” she joked as Tina rolled her eyes, bearing the joke because it was about to turn on her soon.

Bette hurriedly opened the gift and stared at it dumbfounded.

“Wow, thanks T, but don’t you think you should keep it for when you miss me,” she said holding up the Royal Dolton Grumpy Dwarf figurine.

Tina chuckled. “Read the inscription on it.”

Bette squinted, reaching for her reading glasses. Tina watched, thinking Bette looked incredibly sexy in her spectacles. The inscription read: “He can be as Grumpy as he wants, Snow White soon thaws his heart.”

Bette grunted. “Whatever…”

Tina pouted as she played with Bette’s hair. “Aww, you don’t like it?”

Bette grinned. “Nope, I love it,” she said, pulling out her blue Grumpy ceramic cup from her desk drawer. “See!”

Tina just stared at Bette limply, shaking her head unbelievably. “Don’t tell anyone. I love Grumpy dwarf and Happy Bunny!” Bette said gleefully.

“How old are you? Eight?” Tina asked dryly.

“Did you not get the memo? Twenty-one forever!” Bette grinned and replaced the cup in the drawer, placing the figurine on her desk.

Tina thought Bette looked so cute and adorable. She had expected Bette to express grumpiness at getting the dwarf but the brunette had surprised her by being a good sport. Who was she kidding? Bette was grumpy and proud of it as well.

“Bette…I am hungry” Tina swallowed nervously, trying to gather some courage for her actual surprise for Bette.

Just then, the computer alerted Bette of new mail from Staff Development about an upcoming meeting. “Oops, T, I just need to shoot off a quick email and then we can grab something to eat. I know I am starved as well,” she said, getting back to her email.

“Yeah, I am really hungry,” Tina whispered softly, moving towards the door, removing her black coat and dropping it to the floor.

“Bette…”

“Hmm…” Bette replied, distracted.

“Turn around…”

“Just a sec, T…,” Bette held up a finger and shot a brief reassuring glance at Tina before returning back to her work. It took only a split second for her eyes to widen in shock and disbelief as her brain quickly registered and processed what she had just seen. Her head swiveled back towards Tina at breakneck speed to confirm the initial vision. She gasped, her eyes dilated wide, mouth dry, breathe lodged in throat, nipples hardened, a burning ache shooting through her loins.

Tina leaning against her doorway confidently with one hand up showing off her body in a thin strapless black lacy bra that barely covered her nipples, accentuated by a matching black leather garter belt and thong, with fishnet stockings and a pair of black stilettos on her feet. In her other hand, she held a whip.

Bette stood up and blinked rapidly trying to ascertain if the sight in front of her was truly real or a figment of her imagination. Tina was hotter than Bette could have ever imagined and she stood there, gaping at her in shock.

Tina smiled inwardly, gaining confidence after seeing Bette in a speechless state. She moved towards her, sexily and deliberately, shoulders square and moves bold and purposeful. Bette gulped hard as Tina crashed the whip on the ground in front of her; she felt like the prey about to be devoured by a certain sexy predator on the prowl. An animalistic urge slammed into her and she tried to stave off her increasing arousal to focus on her surroundings—on the sunlight pouring through the window, the sound of slight breeze rustling the papers on her desk, anything but Tina. But it was getting harder as she felt Tina approach her, her nearness making her heart beat faster, her sweet scent drugging her senses.

“You have been a really bad girl lately, haven’t you Bette Porter? Tina said, smacking her across the ass and backing her onto the wall with one hand, knowing that Bette could move backwards a few paces without too much discomfort in her knee. The animal inside Bette Porter was about to be released from its cage. Fire zinged from her ass to her aching nub, as she craved Tina’s burning touch again. For a second, Bette thought she saw love and compassion in Tina’s eyes but it was quickly replaced by a true predator’s gleam as Tina eyed Bette up and down hungrily. Bette was struggling between flinging Tina on her desk and having her way with her and waiting to figure out what Tina had in store for her.

She played along with Tina. “Yes, I am wanton…shameless…lewd…I deserve to be punished…for having naughty thoughts all day about you…” Bette said in short breathless gasps. [Now now, is that true, Bette?]

Tina only managed not to laugh out loud as she reflected on her own honest and naughty thoughts about Bette. She wrapped the whip around Bette’s waist and pulled herself closer to her, inches away from her lips, trying to concentrate on the lines she had planned to say, summoning all her courage. Raising her lips to Bette’s ear to avoid looking at Bette as she spoke, Tina closed her eyes and whispered softly, “Trust me, I plan to punish you with more than just this whip. I will drive you mad with desire even before removing your clothes, baby. And when I finally do remove them, it would be so painfully slowly, that you would want to rip them off yourself. But I will stop you and I am going to savor every moment of stripping you naked,” Tina told her, her voice much lower now and more husky, as Bette closed her eyes, trying not to stare down the ample amount of cleavage that Tina was displaying and swore softly while Tina continued, growing more confident and aroused. Bette was so delectable, her intoxicating fragrance was driving Tina wild with desire.

“And rest assured, so will you because I will kiss and touch you everywhere. No part of you will escape my attention. Your neck, your ears, your shoulders will feel my lips. Your breasts will feel my tongue. Your feet and calves, and especially the inner part of your thighs, will feel the caress of my hands. And between your legs, where you’ll be wet and aching for me, I’ll spank you even as you scream and beg me to stop baby, I will fuck you senseless,” she said slowly as she brushed her body against Bette.

Bette, unable to resist, put her arms around Tina only to have Tina, drop the whip, grab her hands and pin them on the wall above her head.

“Did I forget to mention that you don’t even get to touch me until I tell you to?” Tina said teasingly, making the mistake of glancing into Bette’s eyes. They were both breathing heavily, pupils dilated and Tina felt something quivering in her heart as she stared into the intense brilliant chocolate brown orbs gazing down at her, full of trust, compassion, tenderness, admiration and something else that she could not grasp. Bette was hypnotized as she stared back into her hazel-eyed sanctuary, breathless under the cool touch on her wrists, ironically setting every pore in her body on fire. They stood suspended in time, mesmerized, unable to bat an eyelash, unable to gaze away as their lips inched closer to home, hearts thumping wildly.

The sudden shrill of the office phone rudely interrupted Bette and Tina, millimeters away from kissing. Tina let go and stepped back quickly as Bette lunged for the phone, cursing as she did.

“Hello?!” she snapped in the phone as Tina scurried for her coat, that lay near the door. Bette sucked in a sharp breathe as she saw Tina’s sexy and delicious-looking ass. She shut her eyes tightly willing herself to concentrate.

“Hello, Professor Porter? It’s Nadia from your Art-45 class. I was wondering if you were available to meet with me sometime this week. There is something I need help with understanding about the last lessson …”

Bette opened her eyes to see Tina back in her coat, studying a painting on the wall. She could not believe that they had come so close to sharing a kiss—she did not know whether to be frustrated or relieved. Maybe it had been part of the act Bette thought as she looked up at Tina with renewed admiration. “But what about you Bette, was it just an act on your part too?” asked a sneering voice in her head.

“Professor Porter? Are you there?”

“Erm, sorry Nadia, sure. Can you drop by on Thursday around 2 p.m.? I will be free then.”

As Bette spoke to Nadia on the phone, an incredibly flushed Tina was trying to collect herself as she pretended to study the painting on the wall. A myriad of different thoughts ran in her head. “My God, did I almost kiss Bette just now? What was I thinking even showing up here like this? She must think I am either crazy or desperate! Ugh, I should just leave, I cannot face her!”

Bette finished her conversation with Nadia and looked up to see Tina hastily exit her office. She called after Tina and got up, limping as fast as she could.

“T!” she shouted into the hallway after Tina’s retreating figure.

Tina stopped and turned around as Bette limped up to her.

“Where are you going? I thought you were hung…erm, we were going to eat…no, fuck…No, I mean…,” Bette grimaced and hunted for the appropriate words, thinking it was best to avoid talking about what had happened. She really did not want her only stable and meaningful relationship to turn sour or dissipate due to awkwardness.

“Bette…about what happened in the office…” Tina gazed down at the floor, ashamed, confused and scared, unable and unwilling to look Bette in the eye.

Bette smiled and rested both her hands on Tina’s shoulders.

“I will give you a 12/10 for that stellar performance. But tone it down for poor Eric, else he would just pass out from the sight of you,” Bette teased affectionately, leading Tina back to her office. “Oh and maybe wear the blindfolds that we picked up, so he can be even more intrigued by the huntress Tina.” Bette joked.

Tina looked at Bette, both confused about her feelings and relieved that Bette had not chosen the opportunity to demean and deride her. She frowned.

“What?” Bette asked.

“Porter, when did you become so sweet and sensitive?”

“When Snow White thawed my heart,” Bette replied in a dramatic and dreamy fashion. They both laughed, at complete ease with each other again.

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At Eric and Tina’s Home

“I hope you remembered to tell Tina about the football get-together and that she is alright with this in her home,” Jack queried as setup the beertender in the den.

Eric fidgeted nervously. “Erm…no, it completely slipped my mind, shit! She will kill us both when she comes home to find the place in a mess!”

“Great, let me make arrangements for a coffin box…”

“Dad! You are not helping! Think, what can we do?”

“How about you call her up to ask her right now?”

“Erm…dad we are kinda not talking right now…”

“I see, so you conveniently forgot to tell her that we would be having an NFL night get-together with friends and colleagues, getting drunk out of our minds, so she could know first-hand after she walks in here and sees her usually spot-free house in a mess?”

“No…I really did just forget to warn her,” Eric said, running his hair through his head and studying his feet. “What do we do?”

“Son, this is the last time I am dragging you out of this—let me talk to her when she gets home while you take care of keeping the guests and yourself out of her sight,” Jack reasoned.

“Thanks Dad!” Eric hugged him.

“Don’t thank me—just give me back that Ferrari as payment for saving your life”

“Dad!” Eric pouted and hung his head.

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Tina pulled up to her drive away, parking next to Eric’s car. She had had a great lunch with Bette where Bette had reassured her and calmed her nerves before Tina had dropped her to the gym, after making another late date for the following day. She still could not believe what almost happened in the office—her heart pounded fast and she felt her clit throbbing for attention at the mere thought of Bette pinned against her on the wall. If only she could channel half of that attraction and sexual energy into the night she had planned for Eric. Tina knew that sex was not the answer no matter how easy Bette made it sound—but at the same time it was their biggest problem and until their intimacy issues were resolved, nothing else could come together or be “discussed” under the roof.

She opened the door and stepped out, taking the whip and blindfolds with her. Bette had also gotten her some handcuffs that she stuck on the backside of her garter belt. And while she was more comfortable around Bette, she certainly needed blindfolds for her “role-playing” with Eric—who knows, she would see his face at the door, get angry about some past incident, and be turned off! Tina stepped around the house calming her nerves and rang the doorbell. She put on her blindfolds and dropped her coat off the shoulders—resuming her pose in Bette’s office as she leaned against the doorway.

Jack and Eric heard the doorbell ring and frowned at each other. If that is Tina, why is she ringing the doorbell of her own house? Maybe it was another guest, but they took precautions and Eric asked the guests in the living room and den to stay quiet. Jack got up to open the door and opened his mouth to welcome the guest only to be stunned into silence. Tina heard the door open and immediately stepped inside, getting into her act. She knew Eric would be stunned into silence.

“Where are you? Where are you?” she crashed the whip on the ground beside her, as Jack jumped out of her way.

“You have been a bad bad gi-,” she cleared her throat, catching her tongue, “boy…”

She walked slowly down the hallway, crashing her hips, swinging them around purposefully, leaning down to show her cleavage. Thank goodness for blindfolds there was no way she could do this to Eric with him looking on at her.

“I’m here to punish you…And boy will you like it…”

Tina continued, relentlessly as Jack pawed behind her, trying to stop her from heading into the living room but to do so without shocking her. He was at the end of his wits too but had grabbed the coat that she had discarded at the doorway.

Next she pulled out the handcuffs from behind, dangling them in the air.

“Come here, take these handcuffs and tie yourself to our bed…”

She rotated her hips, spanking her own ass… “Where are you? Where are you? You will get some tonight, you naughty…naughty…boy…?” Tina said stepping into the living room area as Eric stared at her in shock along with a room full of male colleagues. Earlier he had had everyone park in the guest parking lot areas on the street and therefore, Tina had probably not noticed any visitors as planned. He stood gaping at his blonde bombshell, ready to faint from both shock and exhilaration at any second.

Jack finally crept up from behind as Tina momentarily stopped swinging her whip around and took the handcuff from her saying, “we are all here, darling…”

Tina stood stunned, her cheeks burning with embarrassment, her heart racing to a stop as she took off her blindfold and looked at Jack first who was putting her coat back on her, and then one by one, the shocked and stunned faces of her guests.

Eric came into view and she gasped, ready to break down sobbing. Before she could, he fell to the floor and passed out.

Everyone milled out after their initial shock—surprised that Eric would want to have a football party when his wife was so eager for much hotter activities. Jack, smiled with amusement as he left thinking his son was very lucky, but also felt really bad for his daughter. He kept the handcuffs, probably for Thursday.

Tina sat in the hallway, too embarrassed and stunned to react. She was angry, sad, hurt and disappointment at how this had turned out.

“Bette…” she whispered, burying her head in her hand, finally letting out all the pent-up frustration, anger and confusion of the past few days.

TBC.