“ You're ready? Hair? Make up?”
“ I'm all ready. What is this all about? I don't…”
“ Send me a picture.”
“ I'm naked.”
“ I know.”
Bianca dithered for a minute. Could she, really? What if he was setting her up?
“ Bianca?”
Finally, she resigned herself to the set up, if there was one. If she was going to lose every thing, she might as well go out in a way that would make Rachel proud of her. Bianca snapped a photo with her phone and sent it to him.
“ Good girl. Now open the box.”
Well, great. After he divorces me for being a deviant he'll be able to post naked pictures of me on the internet.
She pulled the tab on the side of the box and it zipped open. Inside was… tissue paper, in various shades of pink. Not what she had been expecting at all. Past the crinkling paper she found a satin bag. She pulled it out and stared at it.
“ What is it?”
“ Darling, if you can't tell by looking at it, I can't help you.”
She opened the bag and pulled out… panties. But not regular panties. These were made out of a smooth rubbery material and they were heavy. She opened them up. Oh! A smallish knob sprouted from the inside of the crotch and a pill shaped bullet sat in front of it.
“ I think this is…”
“ Put it on.”
“ I don't understand… Esteban, I…”
“ Shhh. I told you what I want. Now all you have to do is put those panties on, put your clothes on and go to lunch. Roger will be there to drive you very soon. Call me from the car.”
“ What should I wear?”
“ Good girl. Your green dress. The short one that wraps. With your black belt.”
He hung up before she had a chance to question him further.
The panties looked small, but were remarkably stretchy. She pulled them up over her ass and gasped a little as the tiny dildo invaded her pussy. She slid into her dress and buttoned up the top as quickly as she could. The intercom buzz came just as she was sliding her feet into her wedges.
“ Hello, Roger.”
“ Hi, Bi.. Mrs. Alvarado. I hope your head is feeling better.” He stepped aside and held the car door open for her.
“ I'm on the mend.” The words come out tight and quiet. What if he knew? If he saw or Esteban told him? What if… The sheer number of ways this could go wrong compounded by the oddness of her husband's behavior and these panties was too much for her to process. She slid into the back of the car and stared straight ahead.
“ Where would you like to go for lunch?”
“ Um… The Vineyard is fine.”
The car rolled forward and she continued to stare at the back of the seat. Her phone trilled.
“ You were supposed to call me.”
“ I'm sorry. I'm just…”
“ You're going to pay for that.”
Suddenly her panties came to life, a strong vibration coming from the bullet straight into her clit. “Oh, God.”
“ Yes, Dulce Flor. Now you see the game.” The vibration abruptly cut off. “Tell Roger to take you to Le Quotidian. “
“ He taking me to The Vineyard.”
“ No.”
The vibration started again, stronger this time, taking her breath away. She bit back a moan. This stronger movement ran up the small dildo in her pussy. The sensation was compounded.
“ Are you okay, Mrs Alvarado?” Roger's eyes peered at her from the rear view mirror.
“ I'm fine. I've changed my mind. Take me to Quotidian.”
“ Yes, ma'am.”
The car turned and the vibration stopped.
“ I'm going to tell you just what to do. Do as you are told and I will be a happy man. Defy me and I will still get my satisfaction.”
“ There will be people around.”
“ That is precisely the point.”
Inside the restaurant, people milled about the maitre d's station, waiting to be given a table or released to the bar.
Her phone buzzed.
I want to see you in the panties. 3 minutes.
Bianca bustled to the front of the group.
“ Hey there. I see that you're busy. I'm by myself, can I just grab a seat in the bar?”
“ You would like to eat?” The maitre d' arched an eyebrow up, but didn't look up from his book.
Her stomach flipped at the idea of food, but she had orders. “Yes.”
“ I will see if the bar has any space.”
He cut her a look before turning on his heel and stomping into the bar. Time was ticking.
The maitre d' returned a moment later and waved her into the bar. “Jason will be taking care of you.”
Jason was apparently eager, because as soon as the maitre d' turned away he was there with the menu. “Can I get a drink for you?”
“ Vodka and tonic. Whatever your best is. Three limes.” Bianca could feel time slipping away.
He smiled and headed to the bar. She propped her foot on the seat across from her and hitched her skirt up a bit. She pulled her phone out of her purse and slipped it under her hem to get what she hoped was a good enough up skirt shot. She hit the button and three things happened at once.
One, her phone made the unmistakable clicking sound of a picture being taken.
Two, the vibrator started going off stronger than ever.
Three, Jason returned with her drink in hand.
“ Here you go. Have you had a chance to look at the menu?”
It took everything she had to control her breathing. “What do you recommend?”
“ The sole is very fresh today.”
“ I'll take that, then.”
“ Very good. And I think you dropped your phone.”
Jason bent over, giving Bianca a moment to bite her lip against the intense pleasure. He picked up the phone, glanced at it, then placed it face down on the table.
“ Thank you.”
She picked up the phone and saw the shot she had taken, her spread legs. The waiter had to have seen… but the vibration died down and then intensified yet again. Esteban was getting impatient. Seeing no other option, she sent the photo.
A moment later the vibration stopped. Taking a sip of her drink, she settled back into her seat and caught her breath.
All her attention was pointed at the phone, waiting for it to light up. Willing it to light up. Waiting in both dread and… excitement?
My god, am I looking forward to the next round?
In fact, she found herself fantasizing about all sorts of sick little things that Esteban could impose on her. She could feel the heat of her flush. Embarrassment burnt hot in her cheeks, but there was a new fire kindled in her
