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Subject: {ASSM} "Pill" by DrSpin (F/M+, anal)
Date: Sun,  6 May 2001 14:10:03 -0400
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Pill (F/M+, anal) (A homage to Hall-of-Famer 'deirdre') by DrSpin May 2001

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   "Now remember," Jim said as we arrived at the restaurant.  "This is my
initiation dinner.  Finally, I'm in.  Well, after tonight anyway, as long
as you behave yourself."

   Behave myself?  What on earth did *that* mean?

   The dinner wasn't being held in the restaurant at all, but in a private
function room out the back.  Five gentlemen rose politely from their seats
at the big round table as we were shown in.  Well, they *looked* like
gentlemen.

   Jim introduced me to them, one by one.  They were as polite as gentlemen
should be.  The kindly looking man with the silver hair held my chair, and
I sat at the long table.  After I sat, they all did too.

   This wasn't so bad.  Earlier, Jim had been so fussy about what I should
wear.  "Now remember," he said for the fourth time as we were getting
dressed.  "The Shark Point Stock and Share Club couldn't be more exclusive.
These are *refined* people.  They *know* things.  We could get *rich*."

   Jim plays the stock market.  He wants to get ahead.  He *needs* to be
rich.  But his fretfulness wasn't helping me with my nerves.  We both know
how nervous I can get in company.

   "Now remember," he said as we got into the car.  "Look nice, stay nice,
say as little as you can." He held out his hand.  "I almost forgot.  Here.
This is for you."

   On the palm of his hand was a bright yellow pill.  "These are good," he
said.  "It will help calm your nerves." He put his hand in his pocket and
pulled it out again.  "As a matter of fact, take two.  You know how nervous
you get."

   Across the dinner table, I smiled at him reassuringly but he wouldn't
look me in the eye.  My nerves were fine.  *He* was the one looking nervous
tonight.

   The gentlemen were charming, the food was good, and I was feeling
relaxed.  *Very* relaxed.  I could barely keep my eyes open.

   "You won't guess the dessert," Mr.  Silverhair murmured to me.  He was
leaning close, his mouth almost at my ear.

   I turned to look at him but couldn't manage an answer.  Quite suddenly,
I couldn't seem to be able to talk at all.  For a man with his face up next
to mine, Mr.  Silverhair seemed to be a long, long way away in the
distance. I hoped the dessert would be cold and wet, because my mouth was
very dry.  I looked at the wine glass but it didn't want to come close to
my hand.

   Time passed.  I know it did, because I wasn't sitting at the table any
more.  I was standing at one end of the room.  All the men were looking at
me, and I wondered why.  What had I done now?

   Jim was down on all fours at my feet, lifting my leg to take off a shoe.
I looked down at him, wondering what he was doing.  I looked down past my
nice patch of curly pubic hair.  I like my pubic hair.  It always looks
good.

   Wait a minute.  Pubic hair?  What had I done?  All those men were
*looking* at me.  They could see me.

   I looked down again.  I was nude, except for one shoe.  Jim lifted my
leg and took it off.  Now I didn't even have the shoe.

   This was not right at all.  I knew I shouldn't be standing nude in a
room with a lot of men, even if they *were* refined gentlemen.  It just
wasn't right, and I should be more worried that it wasn't.  I needed time
to think.

   My husband was talking, but he was talking too fast and I couldn't make
sense of it.  What was that?  Did he say I liked taking it in the ass? 
Well, I do.  That's true enough.  But that's a marriage secret.  It's not
for all these strange men to know.

   My mouth was still very dry.  What happened to dessert?  Did I miss it?
I was also feeling dizzy and peculiar.  Perhaps Jim should be taking me
home so I could lie down.  But I couldn't seem to be able to talk.  Or even
move.  Things were happening way too fast.

   Wait a minute, I *was* lying down.  When did *that* happen?  No, not
lying down, exactly.  I was resting my head on a velvet shelf of some kind,
and it was stuck through a hole, like a small circular doorway.  And my
hands were stuck through even smaller holes, trapped and secured.  And my
feet seemed like they were bolted to the floor, wide apart.  It was nice to
be resting my head, though.  I was very dizzy, still.

   Jim had his hands all over my ass.  Positioned like I was, I knew it had
to be sticking up in the air.  Goodness gracious.  Were all those men still
there?  What must I look like?

   Wait a minute, now Jim was fucking my ass.  In front of those men!

   I opened my eyes and looked at Jim.  He was smiling at me.  He winked.
He seemed very pleased.

   Wait a minute, Jim was in front of me, in front of the wooden
contraption I had my head stuck through.  Who was fucking my ass on the
other side of it?

   Whoever it was, he went at it for a very long time.  It was quite nice.
Not rough at all.  He seemed to be quite good at it.

   Wait a minute, now he was fucking my cunt.  Somebody was.  It wasn't
Jim. He was right in front of me and he was smoking a big cigar.  That
wasn't right, either, because Jim *never* smoked.  He was quite strict
about it, usually.

   I got fucked in my ass again.  And in my cunt too.  The velvet headrest
was soft and I kept dozing off.  I was so woozy.

   I coughed and spluttered.  There was water in my mouth.  I opened my
eyes and I was standing under the shower.  My shower.  My bathroom.  I was
home.

   Jim was standing outside the shower stall, grinning at me.  "Honey, you
were wonderful," he said.  He seemed very pleased.

   I was feeling a lot better but I was quite stiff and sore.  My ass had
been fucked.  So had my cunt.

   "You don't have to do that again for six months," he said as he helped
me out and dried me off with a towel.  "By then we'll be starting to get
*rich*."

   "What did I do?" I asked.  At least I could talk again.  "What happened?
Did I behave myself?"

   "Thanks to you, I'm now a fully-fledged member of the Shark Point Stock
and Share Club," he said proudly.  "You were terrific.  They really like
you."

   "What were those pills?" I asked.  Sleep.  I needed to sleep, but I was
trying to remember.  "What did you say they were?  Rose hip oil?"

   "Close enough," said Jim.  "Let's get you to bed.  Don't worry, I'll
explain it all in the morning."

   Wait a minute.

   No, I was too sleepy.  But Jim did seem *very* pleased.

   ENDS

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