The Wilkerson Institute

Finally, I decided I couldn't wait any longer. My fingers moved up from her crotch, damp beneath my palm, and began to pry on her zipper. But Elyse put her hand over mine and stopped me gently. "Robert, do you have any idea how hard it is to get into these things?," she asked, smiling. "No shit, it took two helpers and a spray bottle of water. You take them off me now, I'll never get them back on."

"So?," I said grinning.

"So, I'll be wandering back through the lobby without any pants on. Just my heels and this top. You want that?"

Why not? Time was a wastin'. Saying nothing but grinning broadly, I reached down and slid off her heels, then put both hands to her waistband. Between the two of us, we got the denims unzipped and skinned off her legs. I slipped her shoes back on her and resumed my petting, now with several fingers up her hot and sweaty pussy. Her moaning became more fevered.

After I got her off once, shaking in my arms, I decided to take her right then and there. Lifting her up off my lap, I undid my pants and pushed them below my knees. This was a bit tricky, as my immense erection was momentarily trapped in my waistband. "Now, climb up on top," I told her. Even though we were on the final approach to the lodge, I grabbed her around the waist and guided her as she straddled me and sank down onto me. Christ, that felt good! She was really turned on by our dress and location, and began to really hump and buck against me. I pushed the top above her tits, where knotted, it stayed, exposing her bouncing mammaries. Neither of us noticed when we pulled up to the lobby, or when we stopped rolling. We were still on a roll!. Even when our driver opened the door, we continued fucking, as she muttered an apology and closed it again.

But all good things, or great things in this case, must come to an end. Twitching her pussy around me, Elyse began to scream in orgasm, and her wild bucking took me over the edge. With a groan muted by the titflesh it was inhaling, I exploded deep into her drenched twat, thrusting her down onto me.

Mutually drained, we sagged into each other's arms. Then, her legs stiffening, Elyse rose off me and sank onto the cushions beside me. I kissed her tenderly. Before she could open the door and step out, I stopped her. Pulling the denim jeans from her hand, I took one leg and wiped the come from her cunt lips and legs. I used the other leg for myself, then redid my clothes. I tugged her top back into place. Opening my door, I stepped out. Tossing the jeans back into the car, I said, "Leave them," and held her hand as she exited the limo. Hand in hand we walked inside.

At this time of night, there weren't that many people still up and around, but those who were simply stopped in place and gaped, open mouthed. Didn't bother me! And Elyse? She simply strutted like she owned the place! She really put some swivel to those hips and some bounce to those tits as she sashayed across the lobby! As the elevator doors closed, I noticed another of the guests reach up behind his lady friend and undo her halter topped dress. Through the narrowing crack I saw it slide to the lobby floor.

Elyse spoke up again when we got into the bedroom. "Tonight? Want me classy, flashy, or trashy?"

Unzipping my pants, I said, "Right now? I want you bent over."

Saturday

I woke the following morning to that warm, not-alone feeling I always associated with my marriages. I felt okay, not hung over badly, just enough to know I had been a naughty boy last night. Elyse and I had made love twice when we got back to the bedroom. The first time I had her bend and grab her knees by the bed. I plowed her from behind. Afterwards, still unslaked, I had turned her around and pushed her back onto the bed. Climbing on board, I had shoved her top above her tits while she wrapped her legs around my waist. She was really turned on last night, and began raking her heels along my buttocks and spine, all the while squealing and grunting. By the time I came, we were both panting heavily, and I felt like I had really racked my balls. Just great!

Now, I needed to piss, bad. Silently lifting the covers from my naked body, I slid out of bed and headed for the can. I closed the door and pissed against the rim to cut down the noise, but to me it sounded like Niagara Falls. Next I took a handful of aspirin from the medicine cabinet and stuck my face under the tap to down them. Brushed my teeth, too. My mouth felt like Force Recon had been marching through and stopped for a battle or two. I wiped my hands and face on a towel and crept back to the bedroom. Might as well get a little more sleep.

Elyse had other ideas. Just as I was dropping off again, I felt her stir. Either she had heard or felt me get up. She too went into the bathroom, but then I heard her moving around the room near the bed. Cracking open one eye, I saw her putting a leg into an exercise suit she had pulled out of her gym bag. More calisthenics! Well, bullshit to that!

Making a long arm, I thrust my hand out and between her thighs. Raising it upwards, I firmly but gently clamped onto her naked cunt. Elyse couldn't have been more surprised by a tarantula being dropped down her dress. With a loud shriek, she jumped and fell back onto the bed. Now it was my turn to yell. I thought she was going to break my arm! She hopped upright again and spun to face me.

"Jesus Christ!," she cried. "What was that for?"

"Trying to haul you back to bed," I said, massaging my wrist.

"Hmmph. I was going to work out some."

"Fuck that shit," I told her. Reaching out again, I put my hand behind the nearest leg. "Let's work out here." I tugged her towards me.

Elyse snorted in derision, but let the leotard slip from her hand and down her leg. Stepping out of it, she bent over and lifted the sheet. Scanning my body, she remarked, "I guess you are ready for some exercise," and smiled.

I just grinned back and shifted over on the bed. I patted the bedsheet and Elyse slid in next to me. Turning on her side she gave me a deep and passionate kiss. She had brushed her teeth, too. I sidled up close and began to run my fingers along her body, stopping between her thighs. Elyse began to squirm, and I could tell she didn't mind breaking training.

We ended up in an interesting position. Elyse lay flat on her back and lifted the leg nearest me. I lay on my side and spooned up next to her, and she guided me into her. Then, legs in alternating positions, sort of X like, we began to screw. This was an absolutely tremendous position to watch her and work on her tits and nipples! In addition, it's a great position to have a conversation in.

"So, what do you want to do today?," she asked, gently rocking against me.

Are you kidding me? This would do just fine! I told her so.

"Seriously!," she protested. "Even you can't do this all day." She gave her pussy a good squeeze. "Besides, you need to eat, to restore strength." Another squeeze.

Oh yes I could. Those pussy clamps were wonderful! "Breakfast in bed. Lunch, too. Maybe even dinner," I grunted out.

"Bullshit!" Elyse began to slowly rub her fingers over her clit. Her squirmings were definitely becoming more heated. My response was to thrust more deeply. Without uncoupling, Elyse turned away from me, to true spoon fashion, and clamped her legs together. Well, two can play that game. I continued the movement and rolled her onto her belly, straddling her from behind. Now, my dick firmly buried in her tight and twitching twat, I began to really fuck her. I began to ram it to her, as she moaned and cried for more. She came twice before, sweating and straining, I spewed my seed towards her womb.

But to a certain extent she was right. I was still tired and rolled off and fell back asleep. When I woke an hour-and-a-half later I heard the shower running. Sitting up, I noticed Elyse's leotard missing from the floor where she had stepped from it. Whereas our exercise had made me sleepy, it had apparently woken her up. She had undoubtedly done her calisthenics and was now bathing. I got up and put on my bathrobe.

Leaving her to bathe in peace I headed for the living room. I called room service for two orders of eggs and bacon, then went into the kitchenette to make coffee. By the time I heard the shower stop, I had coffee made and was sitting on the couch, watching the news.

Elyse came out of the bedroom, dressed in a matching robe and drying her hair. "Morning, sleepyhead," she greeted me.

"Morning. Coffee's on the counter."

She went to the counter. Pouring, she commented, "Typical male. Roll over and go to sleep. Wham, bam, thank you ma'am."

I threw a small pillow (What do you call those things they put on couches, anyway?) at her and missed. Elyse simply laughed and picked it up. Bringing it and her coffee over, she tossed it next to me and bent over, kissing my bald spot. I would have grabbed her but she'd have probably dumped hot coffee in my lap.

"Are you making fun of my hair?," I asked.

"Just your lack of it," she laughed, skipping out of arm reach. She continued to dry her own luxuriant tresses.

"I'm not bald, I'm follically impaired," I pronounced. "Be kind or I won't let you have breakfast."

The beautiful girl's face brightened. "Breakfast? Goody! I'm starving. What'd you order?"

"Eggs, bacon, juice...you know, the works."

"Great. So, what do you want to do today?"

I looked Elyse over and she looked pretty good. Her robe had loosened somewhat and I saw a long leg and a bit of cleavage. "I told you already."

Elyse snorted. "Seriously! This is your last day here. And besides, you've got a luncheon meeting, remember?"

How'd she know that? I hadn't told her. Must have gotten it through the grapevine. So did she know my plans? Our plans? I stayed quiet on the subject. Best talk to Wilkerson first. "That still leaves this morning," I replied, arching my eyebrows.

Elyse snorted again, but headed back into the bedroom. "Talk, talk, talk," she said, then closed the door.

A few minutes later a knock on the front door and a muted "Room Service!" announced the arrival of breakfast. I tightened the robe around me as I walked to the door. Opening it I found a tray being pushed by a pretty young girl. She wheeled it in and I helped her unload the trays onto the dinette table. Just as she was leaving, Elyse came back into the room. I guess she was going to do trashy today. She had on a sheer red nightshirt, open except for a single button at the waist, bright red crotchless panties, long red fishnet stockings, and red high heels. She would have been less provocative naked wearing a sign saying "Fuck Me"! Wow!

As I stared, she sat across from me at the glass topped table. "Well, are you going to sit down, or what?," she asked. I fumbled the chair out and sank into it, never taking my eyes from her. Through the glass I could see her clearly, and she knew it. She planted her feet apart and spread her thighs wide. Holy shit, she was going to really give me a show! After sipping her juice, she reached a hand behind her back and came out with a fair sized dildo. Placing it at her pussy lips, she inserted it and then slowly pushed it into the hilt. I stared, wide eyed, as she flicked a small switch and it began to hum. Then, vibrator humming, she began to eat. "Well? I thought you were hungry?"

***

I arrived at Wilkerson's office a few minutes late and was greeted by Becky. "Mr. deFrame? Mr. Wilkerson asked if you could meet him in the bar for lunch." I simply nodded in agreement and waved good-bye. Very pretty girl, that Becky.

I could always blame Elyse for the delay. After that rather amazing breakfast, she had pulled the vibrator out and walked around the table. Pushing my chair out, she had simply straddled me and fucked me there at the table. Afterwards, she had gone back to the bedroom, while I, winded, put the plates and whatnot on the cart and pushed that out the door.

I figured on taking a shower and a shave, but Elyse had other ideas. After freshening up, she had changed into a backless black teddy that laced up from stem to stern and black high heels. More trash, and delightfully so! The rest of the morning went that way. Elyse would come out in some marvelously slutty outfit and fuck or suck me silly, then go back to the bedroom and change. Fortunately, she did allow me enough time to recuperate, at least barely. And she had an amazing ability to raise the seeming dead.

Finally, I had to push her away. Locking the bedroom doors behind me, I called out to her to wake me in time for lunch. She laughed uproariously at my surrender and retreat.

I found Wilkerson in the bar at the same table as before. A fetching barmaid placed a pair of drinks before us as he greeted me and shook my hand. "I assume everything is still going swimmingly?," he asked.

I nodded and said, "Yeah, just great. So what happens now?"

Wilkerson smiled. "Why, now we eat lunch."

I laughed, and we ordered from the hovering barmaid. All barmaids should dress that way! We chatted about my trip into town last night until lunch was served, then as we dug in, Wilkerson pulled some papers from a jacket pocket. "I have the preliminary contracts here. I figure we discuss the terms and then we can have Becky do it up final. All right?"

"Sure. But I thought the terms were already set? Your Mr. Wilson explained them to me. I've arranged a wire transfer to your account in the Caymans following my approval. I hope you aren't changing things on me. I'd be very disappointed." I had stopped eating and was giving Wilkerson a hard and cold look.

Wilkerson put his fork down and waved his hands. "No, no," he said in a reassuring tone. "Nothing of the sort, really. Let me explain."

"Please do."

"There are really two contracts involved. The first remunerates the Institute for arranging a personal service contract with Ms. Miller. This is what you have made the arrangements for, and nothing is changed. No extra fees or charges. Everything is as you understand it."

Somewhat mollified, I slowly nodded agreement. "Okay, then what about these terms?"

"They relate to the second contract, the personal service contract with Elyse. Consider this as an investment. All investments require maintenance and upkeep. If you were to purchase a Bentley, you'd still have to buy gas and oil, right? And you wouldn't expect the dealership to provide these, correct?"

I began to catch Wilkerson's drift, and gave a slight nod.

He continued. "In the same vein, surely you must realize that the fee involved could not begin to support Elyse in New York City for a three year term, that being the standard agreement. Obviously you were expecting to have certain cash outlays in this regard. These are the terms I mentioned. Your arrangements with Elyse herself."

This was much better, and a wave of relief came over me. "Well, I thought you knew she was staying with me?"

"I suspected as much, but one's never sure in these matters. There are three basic arrangements we make for the girls." Three's again! I motioned for him to continue. "First, you have domestic servant relationships. While providing, um, shall we say, special services? But mainly, maids, cooks, waitresses, that sort of thing. You would obviously be expected to provide some sort of living quarters." Jack sprang to mind. I'd have to ask him.

"A second sort is a non-live-in companion. A mistress, if you will. Again, suitable accommodations are necessary. You fall into the third category, that of live-in companion."

"Hmm, I see your point. I had figured on her staying in my apartment."

Wilkerson nodded and continued. "Exactly. But what of spending money, clothes, and so forth. I need to set down with our new patrons and discuss these things. I'd like to offer a few suggestions, if I may."

"I'm all ears," I replied. And I was! I had never considered some of this, figuring on handling it on the fly, as it were. "Please."

"Very well. First. Money. While Elyse will obviously have no rent costs, she will still need spending money. If nothing else, if you end the relationship at the end of the term, you can't just throw her out on the street, penniless. I suggest a thousand a month."

Wow, I hadn't figured on that! But thinking it over around a mouthful of ribs, I could see the point. While I couldn't see that happening, you never knew. Three years, twelve grand a year, thirty-six grand. Not a problem, really. Less than my ex-wives cost me, that's for sure. And no alimony. I grunted approval and Wilkerson continued.

"Decent health insurance, as well. Perhaps you can arrange something through your firm?"

"Sensible," I replied.

"And operating expenses, of a sort. That stipend is Elyse's, really. A savings account. Unless you plan on making all purchases for the two of you, she'll need some spending money. Perhaps another thousand a month."

"What!?," I exclaimed. Operating expenses were rising steeply.

"Consider. Are you planning on buying all the food? Her clothes? Makeup? Drugs? And then there's that lovely trip to the drugstore once a month, I'm sure you'd love that. As you can see, things mount up. Unless I'm sadly mistaken, you were planning on doling out cash as needed."

"Uh, yeah, I guess I had been planning on doing that." I felt rather foolish admitting this, and reddened.

"Nothing wrong with that. I suggest that you arrange a Visa or Mastercard with a preset monthly limit. Maybe five hundred or a thousand. Then give her the balance in cash. Remember, much of what she'd be spending, you'd be paying out anyway. Food for instance, or clothes and such."

"Anything else?"

"No, not really. Your friend Jack has made similar arrangements for Teresa, and like you, the first time he came down here I explained it to him, much as I've down with you." We both smiled at the mention of my friend. "That's all I wanted to discuss. I simply want to put some numbers down in writing."

I nodded, satisfied. "Make it a thousand and a thousand." After another bite, I commented, "You know that second grand might not go too far, if we plan something big. Some fancy party dress or something."

"There's a clause in here about extraordinary expenses not counting against these figures. Sort of a force majeure. Really, these are more bottom lines than anything else. I can assure you, no woman ever born has ever protested if a man wanted her to spend more."

This time we both laughed. We finished lunch and headed back to his office. Entering, he handed the notes to Becky for revision. "It's all in Word Perfect," he said. "She just puts in the amounts and spits it out to the laser printer."

"We use MicroSoft Word to do the same thing," I commented.

We settled into armchairs to wait for the laser printer to spit. I turned down the offer of a drink, and Wilkerson spoke up. "A last comment, if I might. Advice, if you will."

"Sure," I told him. What the heck, right?

"Well, this is something new for you. You must always remember that you're dealing with another human being. This isn't a dog or cat you can take out on a leash. Women need some sense of self worth and independence. An element of freedom is necessary in any smooth relationship."

I gave him a semi-confused look. Leash?

He continued. "Hmm, I never can explain this properly. You'd think by now I'd have it down pat. Anyway. To put it bluntly, it will never work out if you expect Elyse to prance around all the time as your personal Playmate of the Month, your own personal mindless sex kitten. These girls have been trained for that, yes, but they expect more, all women do. What I'm trying to say is, give her some freedom. If she wants to go to college, let her. If she wants to work somewhere, it might be a good idea. Keep her cooped up for three years, and it will seem three decades. If it lasts that long. Do you get my drift?"