Something Borrowed Pt. 03

... previously onSomething Borrowed.

Chapter Six

The Vegas strip, soaked in neon light, was alive, beating like an artificial heart. As I stood on the sidewalk, the crowd broke around me, a wave from every walk of life. I looked across the street. My wife was talking to Amy, who was surrounded by her bridesmaids, and her lost fiance's groomsmen. As they consoled her, my wife broke free, and walked over to me.

"Ok, so here's the scoop. No one's seen Jamie In several hours. He's not replying to his phone and he hasn't shown up at home... yet."

"Should we call the police?" I asked.

"Not yet," my wife said as she pulled her phone out of her pocket. "That'll be our last resort. Grooms go missing every day in this town. If we report him missing now the cops will barely lift a finger. Our best bet is to scour the strip and local bars. After we ah... shelved him, his buddies loaded him up with booze. Hammered, he couldn't possibly have wandered off too far. We're going to split up and look for him. He should be easy to find. They're all wearing the same stupid green jackets. I think it's a golf thing."

"Oh... ok. I don't suppose we have time to cha..." I said as I looked up at my wife who was already walking down the strip. Shuffling in my heels, I struggled to keep up.

We crossed the street and went into a casino. A cool blast of frigid air greeted us, causing me to shiver.

"Wait here. Keep an eye on the front door. He might wander in or out. I'm going to go ask a few of the waitresses. If anyones been paying attention, it's them."

"Oh... ok, I said, and walked over to a long couch underneath a fake palm tree. I sat down, and crossed my legs. With my hands in my lap, I nervously looked around. Incredibly, I still hadn't gotten any foul looks. it was as if I was invisible.

... or did I pass?

From across the lobby I caught my reflection in a tall glass poster case for a showgirl revue. There I was, sitting under a fake plastic palm tree, wearing a short-sleeved lime green dress, and a pair of ivory white heels. My makeup was flawless, and my hair still had a natural bounce.

... I looked good, really good.

As I continued to stare at my reflection I noticed the poster in the case advertising the showgirl revue. They were spectacular, a flock of exotic birds, their feathers every color of the rainbow. They wore jeweled string bikinis glittering like stars.

"Fabulous," I muttered as I stared at them wide-eyed in wonder.

My concentration was broken by a flash of bright green. I swung around and saw the back of a green jacket before it was swallowed up by the meandering crowd.

"Jamie?" I shouted but he was already gone.

I quickly looked around for my wife but she was nowhere to be seen.

Why are you still sitting here? I screamed at myself internally. Act!

I leapt to my feet, moving as quickly as my heels would allow, and plunged into the crowd. I found myself on the main floor of the casino. It was packed with slot machines lined up in tight rows chattering like electronic hens. The stools in front of them were all occupied by people endlessly feeding them coins.

As I dove deeper, weaving through the crowd, I called out Jamie's name, but was drowned out by the roar of the slot machines. Eventually the crowd broke, and I found myself in the lobby for the main stage. I spun around, there was no sign of the jacket, nor of jamie. Had he double backed?

I was about to turn around when I spotted the green jacket slipping through an open door. I rushed over to it and saw the words "employees only" painted on the door. Ignoring it, I ducked through it as it closed behind me.

I looked around. I was standing in a long hallway bathed in pale fluorescent light. There was a single door open. I walked to it and peeked inside. It was a dressing room for the showgirl revue.

"Jamie, You dirty dog," I whispered as I snuck in.

Unnecessary, I discovered as the showgirls swarmed around me in various states of dress or undress. I was invisible, my outfit a perfect disguise as I continued to search.

The crowd parted and I discovered the green jacket draped over a chair in front of a vanity mirror.

"Seriously?" I scowled as I picked it up. "On the eve of your wedding day and you're going to throw it all away for a cheap one night stand?"

I heard someone behind me. I spun around, ready to give Jamie a piece of my mind and stopped, staring wide-eyed in shock at what I saw.

"Jamie?," I asked, gasping.

Chapter Seven

Spread out across the bed, I lit the last candle, and listened as the door beeped. My wife stormed in, eyes wide.

"There you are," she gasped. "I nearly had a panic attack, thought you'd gone missing too..."

She stopped short when she saw me. "You... you changed."

"I did," I said as I glided my hand over my short-sleeved dress, the small ruby red sequins glittering. "Do you like it?"

"it's... it's..." she sputtered, then reset. "I was losing my mind trying to get a hold of you. Why weren't you answering your phone?"

"Poor reception," I said as I plucked a strawberry out of a bowl on the nightstand, and popped it into my mouth.

"Then, when you finally do reply, you say you've rented a room. Why?"

There was a knock at the door. "Would you answer that please?" I asked.

She looked at me confused, then turned, and opened the door.

"Room service," a bellboy said, pleasantly.

"Just wheel it in, please," I said as I crawled off the bed.

He brought the cart into the room. On it was a bottle of champagne chilling in a silver bucket and two glasses. He left the cart in the middle of the room, then presented me with a small folder. I took it, signed it and handed it back to him. He glanced at the tip then pocketed it.

"Thank you very much. Would you like me to open the bottle?"

"No, I think we can manage."

He smiled, turned and walked to the door. My wife waited for him to leave before speaking.

"Jamie, where is he?"

I pulled the bottle of champagne out of the silver bucket, and unwound the metal wire around the cork.

"Hello?" my wife asked.

"Oh, right, Jamie. He's safe and sound."

"You found him, where was he?" she asked.

I thought again about the backstage of the showgirl revue, the halo of lightbulbs circling the vanity mirror, the open palettes of makeup surrounded by an endless sea of sparkling sequins.

"In the casino. You were right, he didn't get very far."

"And he's ok?

I dipped back into the memory, replaying it again.

Standing by the vanity mirror, holding the green jacket I spun around. "Jamie?," I gasped.

All that remained of him was a small spark, briefly flickering before extinguishing. In its wake was a stunning showgirl wearing a jeweled bikini. Her proportions were stunning, a complicated feat of numbers that defied nature, yet they were real, he... she was real. Her waist was pencil thin, her ample breasts defying the pull of gravity, her smile a shining beacon.

"He's ok," I replied. "Better than ever."

"Good, because Amy is worried sick. What happened, why'd he run?"

I thought again about Jamie or what had once been Jamie, scrubbed clean, removed like a foul stain.

"I don't think it was Amy he was running away from," I said as I tugged on the cork.

There was a loud pop, and a fountain of champagne erupted from the bottle. "Quick," I laughed. "Grab the glasses before it spills everywhere."

My wife picked up the glasses, and I quickly filled them.

"So he's going to show up to the ceremony, right?" She asked as she took a glass. "The clock is ticking and well, as much as I've enjoyed..." she emphasised the word with a sly smile, "helping out. Amy insists that he is fully equipped for the wedding."

"And if he doesn't show up?" I asked as I took a sip.

She looked at me, stunned. "Well, Amy will go berserk. She's been planning this wedding for over a year. I don't even want to guess how much money she's spent so far. Why would he want to throw that all away?"

... why indeed.

I'd wondered the same thing and asked. Speaking in a soft voice, just above a whisper, the showgirl answered all my questions. I don't remember what she said, only the calm way in which she spoke, her ruby red lips never breaking a smile. There was no hesitation, no doubt.

"He has his reasons."

"Well, if he ever hopes to get his junk back he's going to have to crawl out of his hole at some point."

I smiled slyly and took another sip.

"So the hotel room, any reason?" my wife asked as she looked around.

"Well, I thought you could use a break," I said.

"Uh huh," she said, smirking. "By the way, love the dress. You really fill it in."

"Thx," I said and looked down, admiring the sea of sparkling sequins hugging my body like a thin coat of paint.

As my wife took a sip, her eyes remained glued to me. "Did you redo your makeup?"

I set my glass down, and walked over to her, gently swaying my hips. "I may have also gone on a little bit of a spending frenzy."

"Well that explains the dress, how much did you spend?" She asked.

I leaned in and rested my hands on her broad chest. "A lot."

She looked down at me, and scowled. "How much is a lot?"

"At least three figures."

"What?" she croaked. "On what?"

I reached up and gently kissed her. She reached down, grabbed my waist, and pulled me closer. I gasped as her grip tightened.

"You kept the receipts, right?" She asked.

"They're non refundable."

"They?" she asked, confused.

I kissed her again, playfully pawing at her lips. She kissed me back, hungry, aggressive. She brought her hands up, then looked down at me with a curious look.

"That padding. It almost feels re..."

I reached up, pulled her hands away, then spoke. "So you're not mad?"

"What? No, of course not," she said as she tried to kiss me again.

I kept her at a distance, toying with her. "Are you sure? Didn't I break the rules of the game?"

"Game, what game?" She asked, confused.

"You know," I said, trying to refresh her memory. "The old bat's house, your little... toy."

"Oh right! That reminds me," she said, reached into her pocket, and pulled out a set of small keys. "I still have these."

"You do," I said as I nervously eyed them.

"Maybe I should punish you for being disobedient," she smirked.

"What? No," I whined. "I'll be good, promise."

"Too late," she said and closed her fist around the keys. "I was going to unlock you tonight but you're right. You did misbehave and should be punished. How does an extra day sound?"

"What?" I gasped. "That's not fair!"

She pocketed the keys. "Who said anything about being fair?"

"Please?" I pouted. "I promise I'll be... good."

"How?"

I reached up and whispered in her ear, every word dripping like warm honey. As I pulled away I looked up at her. She was staring down at me wide-eyed, her cheeks beet red.

"Surprised?" I asked.

"Shocked," she whispered.

I reached down and pawed at the bulge in her pants, circling her growing erection. I then looked up and playfully bit my lower lip.

"May I... daddy?"

Her expression a tangle of knots, she struggled. "Say please."

I tightened my grip around her hard cock. "May I please suck your cock, daddy?"

"You don't have to ask me twice. Get down on your knees."

I obeyed, sank down to my knees, and patiently waited.

"You have no idea how much I'm going to enjoy this," she said with a crooked smile.

She reached down, and unzipped her pants. Freed, the thin material of her boxers struggled to restrain her hard cock.

"Magnificent, isn't it?" She said as she brought her hand down and gripped its base. "Amy always said it was Jamie's personality she was drawn to. Yea right."

I wet my lips as I marveled at it. It was massive, as if sculpted from the depths of my feverish imagination. The shaft was thick, the tip a blunt instrument.

"Second thoughts?" My wife asked, smirking.

"No," I whispered, voice trembling.

She released her cock. It swung down then bounced back up as she reached into her pocket, and pulled out her phone. I looked up at it nervously.

"Don't worry," she said as she quickly scrolled through it. "I won't post it online but I'm not going to miss the chance to record your first blowjob."

First? I thought as I looked up into the unblinking gaze of her phone. Was she implying it wasn't my last?

"And... action."

... I didn't hesitate.

With my eyes fixed on her, I opened my mouth, leaned forward, and swirled my tongue around the tip of her hard cock before plunging forward, devouring every inch.

"That's it baby, just like that," my wife whispered as she stared through her phone.

I looked down. Incredibly there was no scar at the base of her cock, no indication that it had been sewn on as part of a mad science experiment.

"Look up at me," she ordered. "I want you to look at me while you suck my cock."

I obeyed, and looked up at her, my jaw pried open as I fought to reach the base. My eyes watering, ignoring the pain, I sucked, falling into a steady rhythm.

"That's it baby, you're a natural," she said, encouraging me.

I reached up, grabbed the base of her cock, tightened my grip, added a stroke, and continued to suck. Her body shook as I brought her closer to cumming.

... but not yet.

I pulled away and looked up at her while continuing to stroke her hard cock.

"Daddy like?" I asked, my voice playful.

"Daddy approves," she said, her lips fixed in a razor sharp grin. "Are you enjoying playing with your new toy?"

I tightened my grip around her hard cock as I stroked it. "I do. Can we keep it?"

She laughed. "Yea, maybe I'll block Jamie's number."

He's not going to call, I thought but didn't say. Not ever.

The thick saliva I'd built up exhausted, there was friction as I stroked her hard cock. I smiled again, enjoying watching her body quiver, listening as her heart beat like a steady drum. Having tormented her enough, I licked the tip of her cock, then dove forward again.

"I'm close," she gasped through clenched teeth, then reached back and dug her hands into my hair. "Don't swallow until I tell you too."

I looked up at her, ready for my prize. With one last thrust she erupted, sending a jet of warm salty cum rocketing into my mouth. The taste was distinct, bitter yet oddly tart. As her cock pulsed, releasing the last of her load, I didn't swallow.

Cum, I thought as I obediently waited for instruction. I have a mouth full of cum, having just sucked my first cock.

My last?

That's a thought for another time, I decided. If nothing else I've crossed a threshold, pushed my own boundaries, become a... cocksucker, I thought as I struggled to keep the cum pooled on my tongue.

"Show me," my wife ordered.

I leaned back and opened my mouth, showing her my sticky prize.

"Good, baby doll. Very good. You can swallow now."

I obeyed and swallowed, letting it ooze down my throat.

"Now clean your new toy. Make it sparkle."

I reached up and raised her cock to my lips, gently licking it clean. When I was satisfied I'd devoured the last of her cum, I sat back on my heels and waited for any further instruction.

"The receipts, you can tear them up," she said as she pocketed her phone. "I really don't give a fuck what you bought but You can keep it. You've earned it."

Epilogue

As I stood by the window, staring out across the desert oasis, I caught my reflection in the thick glass, the sequins of my short dress glittering like stars against the velvet sky. Smiling, I admired the sweeping lines of my body, plunging from my hips into my thin waist before rising again to my ample chest.

"Worth every penny," I whispered, then peered over my shoulder.

My wife, naked, was stretched out across the bed, her limp cock draped across her bare thigh. She was snoring, her chest rising and falling in slow waves. A room service cart was parked by the edge of the bed, the plates picked clean.

I reached down and picked up my small purse, one of the many purchases my wife would soon discover on her credit card, then walked across the room to a mirror, my heels muted by the thick carpet. I opened my purse, reached inside, pulled out a small silver cylinder of lipstick, opened it and applied a fresh coat. I then reached back into my purse and pulled out an iron chastity cage... my iron chastity cage, the iron dome secured to the base.

I looked around. Draped over a wooden chair was her jacket. I walked over to it, and searched the pockets.

"There you are," I whispered as I pulled out a small set of keys.

I then turned, and walked over to the bed. Hovering over my wife, I looked down. Passed out, she looked so calm.

Using the keys, I unlocked the chastity cage, then sat down on the edge of the bed. I reached over, cradled her limp cock in my hand and brought the iron ring down, gently pulling each testie through at a time.

"Again?" she mumbled in her sleep. "You're gonna... break it."

"Shhh," I whispered as I slipped the iron dome over her shrunken cock. "Go back to sleep."

I fastened the dome to the iron ring, locked it and put the key in my purse. I stood up, bent down, and gently kissed her on the forehead, leaving a cherry red imprint of my lips.

"New game, new rules," I whispered, then turned, and walked to the door.

... no, not a door, a stage, bathed in light. My stage, my story, I thought as I stepped onto it.

The End