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Subject: {ASSM} "Move"  by  deirdre  (FF, MM, mystery) -- rp by H. Jekyll and Please Cain
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Move

by deirdre

(FF, MM, mystery)

*****

NOTE: We are not the authors of this story. "deirdre" was the enigmatic
queen of Usenet sex stories in the mid-1990s. She posted 156 stories in
just over two years, using an anonymous remailer and apparently *never*
corresponding with anyone (though she did give permission to repost her
stories to non-commercial sites). She was last heard from in late April
1996. We are reposting all 156 stories, with her comments, in
alphabetical order.

While you're reading the a.s.s.m., 10th Anniversary "deirdre-fest,"
enjoy some more of the originals too! 

To contact us: h_jekyll2000@yahoo.com, or PleaseCain@aol.com. 

*****

This story was inspired by that age-old thought: *what do men really do
when there are no women around*, and it turned into a *Stepford
Wives*-type weird-town story.

Move by deirdre, 12/4/94

Yes I was happy. I'd called the personnel office of the company my
husband had just joined and they'd told me to come right in and talk to
them. And I was in the car and on my way. We'd just moved in and it was
Ted's first day on the job. I was still so excited about our new house
and our new town--it was all like a dream: a house on a beautiful
suburban street (bigger than *any* house we would have been able to
afford back in the city), a great job for Ted, and my first job
interview on the first morning that I started looking. It was just so
right.

But I wondered a little about Ted. He had been so excited about the
job, and we'd managed to find the house and tie everything up. Then he
came home after a trip to his new employers and I could see that
something was bothering him. "I've been thinking about not going after
all," he said in response to my query.

"Not going!? Ted, this is what we've been *dreaming* of! It's going to
be so much closer to Mom's and... Ted, what's the matter?"

"Nothing. I've just been having second thoughts."

I forced myself to calm down. After a moment I tried to talk again:
"Ted... this is a big step we're taking and it is natural to have some
cold feet."

"It's not that."

"Ted, I *want* that house--*please* don't do this!" He didn't answer,
but just got a drained and resigned look. He hugged me, holding me
close for almost a minute. "Are you OK with this?" I finally asked.

"Yes," he answered. I felt relieved. He kissed me and I felt better.
And now we were here and it was just like I thought it would be.

"Mr. Riley can see you in about 30 minutes," said the receptionist when
I found the office.

"Can I wait here?" I said. There was a little waiting area and she
offered it to me. I sat down and picked up a magazine. Then I looked up
to see her standing in front of me.

"He'll be busy for a while," she said. I stared at her. Why was she
repeating this?

"That's fine," I said. She still didn't leave; in fact, she sat down
next to me. There was a slight smile on her lips. This was very strange
and I was suddenly uncomfortable. And she sat close--close enough that
her hips brushed mine. Then she leaned toward me, obviously trying to
kiss me!

I stood quickly. "What are you doing!?" I burst out. She was
immediately standing next to me and I started backing away from her.

"I *told* you, Mr. Riley is busy," she said. I felt my back to a file
cabinet and she was still approaching me. She still smiled. "There's
nothing to worry about," she added and proceeded to lean toward me to
kiss me again. I stood there frozen for a second, not believing this
was happening, then pushed past her. In a panic I looked around for my
purse. "What's the matter? We're alone," she said. I grabbed my purse
and rushed out the door. I didn't stop in the hall, but headed outside.
I glanced back to see if she were following me. In the car, I sat there
and took deep breaths, trying to calm myself. Finally I drove home.

I was calmer when I reached the house. In hindsight, I realized I'd run
into a genuine crazy woman and kind of laughed about it. I wondered how
she could last at the company, acting like that.

The doorbell rang. There were two women at the door, one holding
something.

"Hi, I'm Estelle, and this is Leslie and we've come to say hello."
Estelle was holding what looked to be a cake. I invited them in, glad
to do something ordinary after that experience at the personnel office.
Estelle complimented our living room, which was actually still
something of a mess, saying she liked the furniture. I thanked her and
took the cake into the kitchen. They followed me.

"You're a pretty one," said Estelle as I put the cake on the counter.

"You're too kind, I'm sure," I answered, sightly uncomfortable.

"Isn't she pretty?" Estelle directed to Leslie, "This is going to be
great!" she added, walking right up to me. Then she leaned over and
kissed me. I was so shocked that I didn't even escape! Her lips were on
mine and I was just standing there, looking at her closed eyes!

Finally I reacted, stepping away as I held her back. Her eyes opened
and she smiled. Then she was trying to get close again, though I was
holding her away by the shoulders. She took one of my wrists and pushed
my arm out of position and then was on me again, her arms around my
waist! In a panic I pulled them off me as quickly as I could and
crossed the kitchen.

"What's the matter; it's just us," she said. I glanced at Leslie who
was just watching.

"I'm not in to this," I said, warily.

"No need for that pose: there aren't any men around," she answered.
"Come on." She and Leslie were closing in on me. Leslie was behind me
and she grabbed me so I couldn't leave. Estelle was approaching me
again and started kissing me.

I pulled my head back, leaning back into Leslie. "Please, no!" I
begged. Estelle backed off, to my relief.

"She's awfully picky or something," said Estelle to Leslie.
"Veronica'll loosen her up." Then they left! Both of them out the door.
I stood there in the kitchen, trying to figure this out! First the
receptionist at the office, then this.

I sat down and tried to think. What was going on here? Why were they
doing that? The doorbell rang.

I peeked out before I opened it. Another woman was standing there. I
felt like just staying locked in the house 'til Ted got home. The bell
rang again. I opened it.

The woman had a narrow but attractive face and very long straight hair
that was almost black. She smiled at me. I wondered whether to let her
in and stared at her through the storm door.

I opened it. "Hello," she said. Her voice was low but very pretty.

"Hi."

"I had to come see our new neighbor," she offered. She still just stood
there, looking at me. She was dressed in a skirt and blouse. I realized
she was more than attractive--she was very beautiful. She still smiled.

"My name is Veronica," she finally offered. She came closer--almost
floated she was so graceful. "Estelle told me you were very pretty,"
she said. Her fingers were on my chest right below my throat. She
unbuttoned a button on my blouse. I stood there, staring at her.
Something prevented me from stopping her. She smiled again. I don't
know why I just stood there, watching her. She was so beautiful.

"You'll do just fine," she added, and started unbuttoning another
button. I felt a constricting in my chest--it was hard to breath.

"No!" I suddenly blurted. I backed away, stared at her a second, then
ran out the front door, leaving her there. I jumped in the car and
started driving. I was in a panic and didn't know what to do. I drove
back to the company. I tracked down Ted's department by asking at the
visitor's desk. I found his office and entered.

A receptionist sat at a desk. "May I help you?" she asked.

"I need to see Ted Randall! I'm his wife," I said, still feeling
panicky.

"He's in conference right now. Can you wait?"

"I *have* to see him right now!"

"I'm sorry, but you can't," she said, rising from the desk. "Listen,
they'll be busy for a while..." She walked up to me and took me in her
arms.

"No!" I said, pushing away from her.

"Don't worry, there's plenty of time," she said smiling, approaching me
again. I looked at the door to the inner office. I suddenly made for it
and opened it. "Noooo!" I heard the receptionist scream behind me.

I stared in the office. Naked men! Ted was naked, on his hands and
knees, with one man's cock in his mouth and another's in his rear! His
hands were fastened behind his back and he was blindfolded! The
receptionist was next to me, looking in there with me. Two other men
were watching with their hands on their cocks. One of them hurried over
and shut the door in our faces.

"They were *naked*!" said the receptionist. I looked at her. She looked
genuinely shocked. "No one would believe it! They were *having sex*!"

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