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                              DECEPTIVE MOVEMENTS
                                  CHAPTER 10


        When they arrived inside Jennifer's bedroom, Jennifer turned to
    close the door while Cheryl sat in the bed and picked up the hairbrush
    she had discarded without being told to.

        Jennifer turned and stood in front of her again. She put her hands
    on Cheryl's hair and swished it from her eyes. "Go ahead, baby" She
    said gently.

        Still reluctant, Cheryl reached out and took Jennifer's shorts and
    panties down. Once her bottom was bared again, Jennifer moved to her
    side and draped herself over the younger woman's lap. She rested her
    palms on the floor and looked behind her to Cheryl.
    "Ok, Cheryl. Punish me." She said, turning her head again and looked
    between her hands.

        Cheryl looked down at Jennifer's bottom as the older woman waiting
    for the spanking. Cheryl raised the brush and brought it down weakly on
    one of the exposed cheeks.
    "Do it hard, Cheryl." Jennifer said between clenched teeth.
    She had no choice, now she began in ernest. Raining sharp strokes from
    the hairbrush down upon Jennifer's upraised bottom.

        Jennifer, although she didn't cry out, was very quickly jerking her
    ass around while Cheryl methodically slapped her ass with the brush.
    She made a grunting sound with the impact of each stroke, emitting a
    moan when the brush caught a tender area.

        By the time Cheryl had given her 12 strokes, Jennifer was silently
    crying and tossing her bottom in the brunette's lap. Cheryl had to lay
    her arm over Jennifer's waist to hold her still so she could continue
    with the punishment.

        Both of Jennifer's fleshy asscheeks glowed dark pink by the time
    Cheryl had administered 25 strokes. She stopped and saw Jennifer's
    shoulders shaking.
    "Is that enough, Jen?" She asked her. Jennifer nodded her head,
    honestly glad that she stopped.

        Cheryl lifted her arm up while Jennifer stood up and sat next to
    her. Jennifer was softly crying from the effects of the spanking, but
    Cheryl was crying just as much.
    "Oh Jen!" Cheryl said, wiping her eyes. "Please don't make me do that
    again." Jennifer tried to smile but found she was unable to.
    "Just hold me, baby. I wanna be held."

        They laid back on Jennifer's bed and wrapped their arms around one
    another. Cheryl jumped up and turned off the light. She made her way
    back to the bed and found Jennifer in the dark. She found her hands and
    pulled her up. Cheryl gently took Jennifer's t-shirt off, then slid her
    shorts and panties off her legs. She then stood and shucked her robe,
    naked beneath. She crawled back into the bed and pulled back the
    covers. Her and Jennifer got under the covers and held each other for a
    long time with out saying a word. They exchanged small, affectionate
    kisses before the relaxation of the moment caught up with them and they
    fell asleep in each other's arms.
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        Bruce sat in the middle of Harold's apartment and waited patiently
    for Harold to make the drinks he had set out to do. They had an
    argument a little earlier and Bruce decided he would teach Harold a
    lesson he would never forget.

        I'm not going to say that Bruce is the stereotyped gay man. He was
    somewhat feminine in manner and speech, but he wasn't the swishy
    individual you might imagine. And as Harold was about to find out,
    Bruce could turn to steel when the mood strikes him.

        Harold handed him his drink and took a seat across from him. He
    took a swallow then fidgeted uncomfortably as he felt Bruce watching
    him. He peered up and found that his feeling was correct. Bruce was
    studying him intently.

        "Finish your drink and get your clothes off" He said shortly. On
    cue, Harold tipped his glass and downed the drink. Then he reached over
    and slipped his shoes off. Once his feet were bared, he stood up and
    peeled his shirt and pants off. His bikini briefs followed soon
    thereafter.

        Now he stood naked while Bruce leisurely sipped his drink. A most
    interesting thing about Harold is that Bruce had made him shave all the
    hair from his body. The only hair he had was on his head, and the thin
    mustache over his lip.

        Harold stood passive with his hands at his sides. Bruce gestured
    with his fingers for him to walk to him, Harold quickly obeyed and now
    stood in front of his new lover. Bruce reached out and let his
    fingertips graze over Harold's flaccid cock.

        Harold closed his eyes and willed his cock not to harden. He was
    unsuccessful as Bruce kept up the gentle stroking. When his cock
    started to rise, Bruce reached into his glass and extracted an ice
    cube. He held it in the palm of his hand then used it to cup Harold's
    balls.

        Harold groaned when he felt the agonizing cold of Bruce's ice
    filled hand. He held it there until Harold thought he couldn't stand it
    any longer. "Oh please, sir!.. It's too cold!" he said.
    "Shut up, asshole!.. Who told you to speak?" Harold fell silent and
    suffered in silence. Bruce gave his nuts a hard squeeze. "Answer me!..
    Who told you to speak?"
    "N No one, sir." Harold stammered.
    "Turn around and grab your ankles." He said. Harold spun and bent over,
    bending his knees and latching on to his ankles with his hands.

        Bruce reached into his glass and brought out another ice cube. he
    looked over at Harold's hairless asshole and leaned over to put the
    cube against it.
    Harold whined in agony when he felt the extreme cold entering his
    asshole.
    "Ohhhhhhhhh!" He moaned loudly. Bruce relentlessly pressed the frozen
    crescent shaped cube into his anus. He used his index finger to push
the
    cube into him farther. Harold had tears in his eyes while the intense
    cold spread though his bowels.
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        Bruce pulled his finger out then sat back to enjoy his drink while
    Harold moaned and groaned. His ass shook as he tried to withstand the
    punishing coldness. Eventually, the warmth inside his ass melted the
    ice. He felt the cold water trickling down his legs.

        Once the ice had melted, Bruce stood up and removed his thin belt
    from his pants. Harold braced himself when he heard the jingling of the
    buckle.

        Bruce pushed the chair out of the way and stood about 3 feet behind
    the prone Harold. He let the belt dangle in his hand. He had wrapped
    the buckle around his palm. the remaining 30 inches hung down.

        "Let's see if you know how to count." He said before he raised the
    belt and slashed it onto Harold's parted asscheeks.
    "MMmpoh!  One sir." he said. Bruce smiled and cracked it on his bottom
    again. *Swiiish!*
    "Arrrgh!... Two, Sir" his voice sounding strained.
    "Do you like that, asshole?" he asked him.
    "Y Yes, sir." Harold said. "You do, huh?.. Should I continue?"
    "Yes, sir.. Please whip me more." The belt hissed though the air and
    slammed onto his flanks.
    "Ahhhhhhh! Three, sir." The distress could clearly be heard in his
    voice. Bruce's muscles flexed when he raised the leather again and
    slapped it across Harold's asscheeks.
    "Owwwwww! Shit.... Four, sir."

        Strokes Five through Eleven followed presently and was duly
    announced by Harold.
    *WHHHAPPPPP!*
    "Ahhh haaaaa!...Tw Tw Twelve, ss Sir" Harold couldn't contain his
    distress. He cried openly while Bruce slapped his ass for strokes
    thirteen and fourteen.

        Bright red lines crisscrossed Harold's ass. Bruce quickly added
    another to the ones already there. Now he tossed the belt onto the
    floor and told Harold to stand and turn around. Harold's eyes were
    rather moist as he faced Bruce.

        Bruce gripped Harold's dick in his hand and started stroking it. he
    leaned over and placed his lips on Harold's. Harold parted his lips and
    allowed Bruce to thrust his tongue into his mouth. Bruce pulled back
    and stroked the hard cock in his hand with greater pressure.
    "Now you know I don't like whipping you. Why do you make me do it?" He
    asked.
    "I guess i'm just bad, sir. But I thank you for taking the time to
    correct me." Harold said.
    "Get on your knees. I have a treat for you."

        Harold obediently sank to his knees. Bruce removed his shoes and
    pants. He wore no underwear. He stepped up to Harold and hefted his
    heavy dick in his hands.
    "There you go, sweetheart. Enjoy it." Harold opened his mouth and
    slowly engulfed the head of Bruce's long prick. He happily slurped and
    sucked on his cock while Bruce looked down at him. Harold looked up at
    his for approval and was gratified to see a smile of his face. He took
    as much of his cock as he could into his mouth, gagging a bit when it
    bumped against his throat.
:eject

        Bruce let him savor his prick for several minutes before telling
    him to stop. Harold pulled his mouth from the cock he was enjoying and
    waited for the next command.

        "Now stand up and bend over again, grab your ankles." Harold stood
    and assumed the same position he had been in minutes before when Bruce
    laid the belt on his ass. Now he felt Bruce behind him, guiding his
    prick to the entrance of his asshole.

        His long prick entered easily and slowly sank into Harold's
    asstube. Harold moaned in pleasure as Bruce grabbed his hips and fucked
    him with long, slow strokes. Harold pushed his ass back onto the prick
    that impaled him as he felt the thick shaft manipulating his prostrate
    gland, making his own prick throb and ooze pre come.
    "Oh yes!.. Fuck me, sir!" Bruce started fucking him harder as the tight
    asshole gripped his prick like a velvet glove.

        Harold moaned louder when Bruce picked up speed and was rocking him
    back and forth with his powerful strokes. He fucked Harold's hot
    asshole for a good 6 minutes before grunting and beginning to pile into
    him with short jabbing strokes.

        Harold opened his mouth wide as he felt the warm flooding of his
    master's sperm in his compliant ass.
    "Oh that feels wonderful, sir!" Harold sighed as Bruce eased his big
    dick out of him. "Alright, sweetie. Now turn around and clean your
    filthy ass from my cock."

        He whirled around and buried his face in Bruce's groin, hungrily
    lapping the taste of his own ass from his slimy organ.  Once Bruce was
    satisfied, he stepped back and retrieved his pants.
    "Alright, lover. You may jack off now."

        Dutifully, Harold sat back and stroked his cock until his come
    squirted out and fell all over his thighs. Bruce had put had put his
    pants back on and was in the process of doing the same with his shoes
    when Harold shot his load.

        Bruce stood up and walked to the door once Harold had finished.
    "I'll call you tomorrow." he said as he opened the door and walked out,
    closing it behind him.


        Electricity ran rampant though the air as the club members in
    attendance buzzed after hearing the announcement. In two weeks, Baron
    Von Kerr was hosting the club's annual party/orgy.

        The group at one of the large tables included Jennifer, Cheryl,
    Laurie, Cindy, Brad, Harold, Marvin, Ron, Donna, Bruce, and a black
    woman named Andrea. When they heard the announcement, Ron clapped his
    hands together and started telling a story about the party he hosted
    the year before. He told the newer members and guests that they could
    expect to see an orgy unlike any ever witnessed should they attend.

        Jennifer said that it sounded like a good idea, she and Cheryl
    would be there, for sure. Harold looked over at Bruce who nodded his
    head. Cindy looked up and caught the unmistakable look of excitement in
    Brad's face.
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        Laurie sat in the back of Jennifer's car huddled in the corner
    while Jennifer and Cheryl chatted. Her mind was on John, who after
    coming back into her life the day before had left a profound mark on
    her. It was nearly 4:00 in the morning by the time they pulled up in
    front of Jennifer's house.

        Laurie snapped out of her daze as she realised Jennifer was
    speaking to her. "What? I wasn't listening." She said. Jennifer sighed
    and repeated.
    "I said... we're home if you'd care you get out of the car."
    "Oh, yes of course." Laurie said absent mindedly while fumbling with
    the door latch. She stepped out of the car and looked across at her
    house, Jennifer had walked up behind her and grabbed her arm.

        Laurie winced as she felt Jennifer's tight grip on her. "I think
    it's time for you and I to have a little talk, young lady." She said
    bitingly into her ear. Laurie gazed to her side and saw Cheryl walking
    toward the door of Jennifer's house.
    "Oh? And what might we talk about, Jen?" Laurie asked somewhat
    sarcastically.
    "Just go home and put on some coffee. I'm going to say goodnight to
    Cheryl, then i'll come over."
    "Alright, Jen." Jennifer brought her hand up and laid the back of it
    against Laurie's cheek. "I'll see you in a few minutes" she whispered
    and turned to walk into her house.


        "Well, you sure seemed to enjoy yourself tonight." Cindy mused as
    she sat close to Brad while he drove them toward her apartment.
    "I did. A pretty wild crowd you hang around with." He said.
    "You know you can join if you want." Brad was shaking his head.
    "I can't afford it, Cindy. You know that." She kissed his cheek
    briefly.
    "No, but I can" she whispered. "Besides, you have to be a member to
    attend the party. And I KNOW you want to go with me." She giggled as
    she remembered his excitement as he heard what went on at these
parties.
    "You wouldn't stay home with me if I couldn't go?" He asked her
    teasingly.
    "Hell no! I wouldn't miss this party for the world!"
    "I see." He said slowly. "I imagine i'm just gonna have to join the
    club then, won't I?" Cindy had shrugged her shoulders.
    "You already did." was all she said. Brad glanced at her for a moment.
    "Oh yeah? You we're that sure I would want to join?" She giggled in his
    ear.
    "Of course! Anyone could have taken one look at you and would have
    known." He smiled too.
    "I was that obvious, huh?" Her hand fell to his lap. "In more ways than
    one, babe."


        Laurie hadn't had time to change clothes before Jennifer walked
    into her house. She was sitting in the dining room when Jennifer walked
    in and sat down across from her.
    "What do you want to talk to me about, Jen?" Laurie asked somewhat
    impatiently.
    "Several things, Laurie. We'll start with your attitude and work our
    way up." She replied matter of factly.
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        "My attitude? And exactly what would be wrong with my attitude?"
    "It sucks" she put it bluntly. Laurie looked shocked for a moment  but
    recovered quickly.
    "Oh, well you'll have to excuse me for a moment, miss bad attitude must
    make coffee" She replied frostily and stood up.
    "Laurie, Sit down!!" Jennifer snapped at her. Laurie quickly sank into
    the chair and stared at her friend.
    "I want to know what in the hell is the matter with you. You're not at
    all yourself."
    "Oh, you remember how I am? It has been so long since we've talked I
    am quite surprised..."
    "Laurie, Shut up." Jennifer cut her off abruptly.
    "I miss you, Jen!" she said suddenly. Jennifer shook her head.
    "You know we can still have the same friendship we've always had."
    "No we can't, Jen... You have Cheryl now." Jennifer raised her
    eyebrows.
    "You're jealous!. I do believe you're jealous." Laurie's cheeks burned
    hotly.
    "I suppose I am... But it's not just that. The business is doing so
    well that I hardly have time for anything or anyone."
    Jennifer nodded.
    "You know, i've been thinking about that. Why couldn't you just go to
    the job and make the decisions. Hire people to do the actual work?"
    Laurie looked thoughtful for a few moments.
    "Yeah. I could do that, couldn't I? Donna could be a working
    supervisor, and Cheryl is learning quickly." Laurie was nodding her
    head and tapping her feet.
    "Maybe you should put an ad in the paper for help." Laurie nodded. I'm
    already writing it in my head!" She giggled.
    "That's my baby. Now, what about John?" Laurie's face took on a somber
    look once again.
    "I don't know. I still want him." Jennifer regarded her severely.
    "Laurie, you may not like this, but i'm going to say it anyway. 6
    months ago, you told HIM to leave and he did just that. I don't believe
    that you really want him around. "
    "No, Jen. I really do." Laurie said unconvincingly.
    "Laurie, you're lying... I know you better than that. I've never seen
    you as happy as you were when you divorced him."
    Laurie was beginning to softly cry, she looked down at her hands for a
    second or two, then looked back up at her friend.
    "I know" she said.
    "Laurie, I think John is up to no good. I must talk to Donna about it
    though."
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