The Stress Club Sequel Author: Limonize Email: spiral@spinfinder.com Rating: NC-17 **Adult situations. Nudity. Sexually explicit material. Do NOT proceed if you are not over 18.** Author's Note: "Indigo", I hope you don't mind that I took the liberty of a sequel instalment. I found your story spellbinding and inspirational. I can't wait to read the origin of Nick's membership. --+-- Stress Club #2 sequel It's only been about a month since he gave me my "Stress Club" code. But it feels like forever. My mind keeps going back to that night at Burton's office, and I can't stop it. "Amanda?" says my boss, Bill McGee. He's getting real choked about how my mind always seems to be elsewhere. I go home and feel like doing nothing. Nick is under my skin and in my blood. Like a fool, I call the Fallin & Fallin offices. "Mr. Fallin's gone home for the day." "Oh." I say dejectedly. And I call again the next day. "One moment, please…" I hear the telephone deaden and then go live. "Nick? "Dutchess" here. I've got a legal problem." I say. I figure I sound a bit nervous, which is not what I mean to sound like. "Dutchess has some stress?" probes Nick. "Uh..stress problem – yeah - Dutchess has a stress problem" I say awkwardly. "Wait. I'll call back with the name in a few minutes. Then the club member will contact you." He is going to hang up. "No, wait." I don't know what to say now. "I want to see you." "Bad idea." Nick's voice is cold and he is dismissing me. I think he knows how I feel. And he doesn't care. "I'll do what you want – whatever you want," I implore him, rather pathetically. I'm hoping like hell he liked some of what we shared, enough to want more. I can see the desk and him breathing heavily, in the light - the image keeps recycling. "Whatever"? his voice breaks into my simple daydream, with his question. "You weren't too ready for the worst last time, Dutchess," admonishing me. The hard edge in his voice is a little less hard as he says to me "Quit while you're still ahead, Amanda." "I want you, Nick." I can't censor this, and I don't try. "I know. But we can't always have what we want, can we?" He's lecturing me, making me feel worse than before I called - if that's possible. "I guess that's no." I feel totally miserable. "That's no." he confirms with sickening resolve. "What if I want something different, then?' I am grasping at straws and I know it. One straw could make a difference, right? "Like?" "Suppose I wanted to do it with your father?' There was a really long silence. "Yeah." He paused again. "That could be arranged." He hangs up on me. I'm going on instinct. I can't even tell where I I've come up with this crazy idea, but I am somehow sure it will lead me back into Nick's arms. But I'm so nervous anyway, I'm feel cold sweat all over and I'm shaking. A couple of minutes go by and the phone rings. "Code name "Cadillac". The voice hangs up. The wheels are in motion. I have no idea what will happen next. Turns out I dont't need to think about it too long, though. "Dutchess?" It's Burton's voice. "Cadillac?" I guess I have to play things out. "11:00 o'clock tonight ok with you?" "Yuh, eleven's fine." I can actually talk in spite of my dry mouth. A miracle, really. ~ ~ ~ I choose my slinky, red, spaghetti-strap dress, and slide it over my nude body. Dragging things out doesn't make sense, does it? I get there and to my surprise a night-duty guard appears from nowhere, unlocks the door as if I were expected, and points me in the direction of Burton's office. But I know the way. I walk into Burton's office and he's sitting there doing nothing, like he expects me to walk in at that precise moment. He stands up and takes my hand and draws me closer to him. I wonder if he expects me to do anything else, or if he's going to take charge. "Very pretty, Amanda." he says, tilting his head back thoughtfully, and sizing my dress and what I've got under it, up. I thought we were supposed to stick to code words, so his calling me by name "Amanda", leaves me uncomfortable. "So, ya got a legal problem?" he asks me. "A stress problem." I answer him. "Well.." he chuckles, sitting back in his chair again, "We all get those…yes..all of us get THOSE." He looks nervous to me. But not nervous enough to keep himself from boring a hole into my eyes with his. He doesn't look like anyone's father right now. He looks like a strange man smelling of a familiar cologne. Why is it familiar? Because it smells like Nick's. That's why. "Tell me more about this stress problem" he asks patiently. "I keep thinking about the same thing over and over." I say. I'm feeling more than a weeny bit self-conscious as I talk. "Want to tell me more about it?" He turns and looks at the wall to his right. This is not easy. "I think about a desk with a light on it." "You mean like this one?" He turns back to look for my confirmation. I nod, feeling the heat rise in me, and my breathing is less and less easy. "Yes." I start to blush. "And?" He seems uninterested and unaffected by my embarrasment. "And I picture this uh..young man laying me down on it." "And?" My next sentence has me gulping. "Sliding himself in and out of me." "How?' His eyes flash with an intensity I haven't seen before. He is getting excited by my story. I feel a bit more relaxed now, since he seems to be keeping his hands to himself, and only interested in what I have to say. "First he picks up my left leg and puts it around his waist.." "What next?" he asks, his eyes glowing like coals. He glances up at me. "Then he pulls my right leg up and throws it over his shoulder." My mind goes back to it, and picturing him on top of me like that, I start to feel really hot. "And.." "He starts to plunge in, and starts pumping hard." Burton gulps too, and I see his breath get deeper and quicker. I turn away, and try not to watch him. "Then what?" I go on to describe how Nick kept thrusting forcefully, and how he got more and more excited as he did, and how excited I felt. "..and his face kind of locked into this look." "What sort of look?" He was still VERY interested. "Like he's been transported somewhere else - like his eyes are sort of locked." "And?" "He comes very hard in me." I feel weak in the knees reliving it in my mind. "And what is it you want me to do?' he asks me with a penetrating look. It seems like a weird question at this point. I'm not sure what to answer. I answer stupidly, "ah..the same thing?" "Keep talking! What same thing?" His voice is louder and he's looking agitatedly at me. `That's enough!" says a third voice in the room. I'm stunned. I have no idea what's going on. "I've got you on tape, Amanda." says Nick, emerging from behind a curtain. I know now where the smell of the cologne came from – obviously not Burton. Burton jerks his chair up abruptly and faces me, The consummate lawyer persona is back. There is no lecherous look, no heavy breathing. It is almost as if I am at high stress job interview. "This is insurance, Dutchess." Burton announces, staring at me steely eyes. "Insurance?" I ask. I'm so baffled, you could slice it like baloney. "You're never, ever going to blackmail Nick or cause him trouble. Or I'll have you disbarred quicker than you can blink. Do you understand me, young lady?" "Perfectly" I answer, feeling like my stomach had walked out on me. "I wasn't trying to cause trouble" I say defensively. "They don't call Nicholas "Trouble" for nothing! he bellowed. " - You think you're the only chippie who tries to weasel their way into his pants!?" He roars this at me and glares. His voice and eyes are so intimidating, I'm scared senseless. I try to say something but I have no clue what to say. "I…" Tears begin to roll down my face. I start to cry. Hard. Empty pain is engulfing me. I'm drowning. Then I feel an arm enclose itself gently around me. I don't know what to think. I feel so humiliated. My eyes are full of tears, I can't see anything, and I'm not looking anyway, but I smell him so clearly. He pulls my chin up to his mouth, and deep plunges his tongue into my mouth and moves his tongue around in it. His taste is mixing in with the salt of my tears, and his tonguing movements are waking up every shiver my skin can make. An arm goes around my back and I feel the hot skin of his stomach against mine as he pulls me toward the desk. I hear Burton walking away, and the sound of the door closing firmly. I can't believe it. I can't believe it! – did I say that already? - it's just me and "Trouble" left alone in the room! His arms dance lightly everywhere over my exposed skin, my dress. He loses himself in my soft slinky dress material, rubbing his face and hands over it. He swirls the material up and down, tugs from time to time, and drags it sexily across my skin. My blood pressure is rising more. Not slowly. Occasionaly he caresses my bare skin with his fingertips, and kneads me gently with the heels of his hands. He is lighting me up like a pinball machine. I lean forward and burrow my cheek into his shoulder. I pull back, and bite it gently. He bends his head in toward me and like last time, he begins to torture me with his soft-lipped kisses, starting at my neck, and working his way down gradually. As he moves his mouth southward, he begins nipping at my belly, and lower. All the while, he drags his fingers lightly down the sides of my stomach while he does this. How do I find myself in this place, I briefly wonder. How is it possible? He continues to stir my body into deep hunger, where it is quietly crying for every tiny thing he might do next. A hand goes under my dress, and a finger moves lightly through my pubic hair. This pulls a moist tear from me. The right kind, understand. He sees my eyes and notices. I don't know what his reaction is. His expression is serene, and flushed and agitated at the same time, if that makes any sense. He buries his face in my crotch, and holds my hips to steady himself, or maybe me. Or both. His tongue goes in and I die. A few times. He strokes my legs gently, and finally pulls himself up and pushes my head down. Once I have his zip undone, I go where my mouth takes me. It takes me on a journey of his secret longings until he's ready to move on. He pulls me up, holds my head and kisses my face, then pulls my torso in towards his hot stomach again, stroking my back lightly with his long arms, sometimes pressing urgently with his fingers. He grinds himself lightly against me in up and down motions. I find it dizzying. Then I feel myself being pulled down on top of him, and I notice his large, taut neck. It makes my insides ache. I trail my fingers across his stomach, and enjoy the light goosebumps I've set off. I bend down to raze my teeth over his stomach skin, and this starts him quivering and shaking at each touch. I suck on his skin after I raze my teeth, and it flushes each time I do. Maybe its too intense, because he pulls me up until my face is back near his neck, and I hear the clicking of his belt buckle as he unbuckles himself. All the while he's breathing his hot, heavy breath against my neck, and I feel his erection pressing against me. "Don't ever wear underwear for me" he hisses between grabbing for air. Really, wearing underwear around him would never cross my mind. Then he clutches my buttock gently but firmly, while he readies himself. I don't think I'll ever forget the feel of the delicious touch of his hand on my ass. He isn't in me yet, but suddenly, I feel him shudder so intensely while he clenches he back of my leg, that I wonder if something is wrong with him. Or me. He isn't quiet about it either. But I'm so hot I can barely keep track of him. I'm breathing very heavy on him too. He finally moves his mouth onto my breast, sucking and nibbling on my nipple. I shiver like crazy. He takes the other one and does the same. I'm soon ragged and he knows it, but he teases me like this for a lot longer than I think I can possibly stand it. Then he puts his hand on my mound and slides the edge of his hand very gently along my cleft. I trying grinding onto his hand lightly and start to shudder violently. He plunges his tongue into my mouth, making the unbelievable believable. Finally my stress moves out, one sweet mammoth convulsion at a time. This eerie cry flies out of me, with each heavenly pulse. And I suppose at some point I just lay quietly on him, although I barely can remember where I am or how I got there. His arms are around me, holding onto me as I lie there, gently reminding me I haven't quite sailed off the planet yet, but I'm still staring off into deep space. Hm-m. I think next time, I want a FEW hours of stress release. Is this possible? Time will tell. Meanwhile, Trouble's secret is safe with me. ~ fin ~