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Out of Bounds (Unplugged)
Chapter 4.
IV: A Vision in Steel
Drummond had been falling asleep at his desk--always a bad policy. He knew better and made the effort to move to the couch. He turned off the office lights and closed the miniblinds... remembered the damned blinds this time... before stretching out on the leather couch... the same couch where he had made love with Dolly on that day... was it really three months ago, now? So much had happened since then, but it was still a magic day, despite all the pain that had come after. His mind swirled with dozens of trains of thought, despite his fatigue. When he finally did fall asleep, he dropped almost immediately into a highly erotic dream of Dolly. In a castle in Scotland. And they were in armor, on the battlements. And somehow the armor they were wearing allowed them to make love without removing it. And he could see through it, and...
... Dolly was on her knees astride his hips, the skirt of her mail shirt draped over her thighs and his and tickling his belly with the tag ends of the chain, and he ran his hands up her sides, half on the slick, almost silken mail, and half on her bare back. Now what kind of armor leaves your back naked like that? he wondered.
And he was inside of her, and she rocked her hips, sliding him in and out of her, clutching at him with a hot, moist grip that was so, so familiar and yet so achingly strange. And he looked up at her, at her armored breasts swaying with the motion of her fucking him. Bars of light hit her from the side as if the sun were shining into this room through slats in some kind of strange wall or other. She had her head back, her mouth open, her lips curled in that helpless "oh" of ecstasy that thrilled him to see it. The mail that covered her body--or only half-covered it, really, was very strange stuff. When the light hit it one way, it gleamed dully like new pewter, then another it was jet black, and still another he could actually see through it.
But it wasn't until her found his hands sliding up her belly, her ribs, over the slithery mail, reaching to cup her heavy breasts that he realized that he wasn't dreaming. Dolly really was here, in his office at the Center, his manhood clutched inside her, rocking her merry way to an orgasm with or without him, and... gods bless her... dressed in chain mail.
And it was a turn on!
"Mm, Baby! This beats all Hell out of lunch!"
"Oh," Dolly purred. "Are you awake, finally?"
"I thought I was dreaming. And what a dream! You are a heavenly vision. And you'll have to tell me all about this dress. Later. Right now..."
He slid his hands down her back and lifted the mail skirt above her ass. Then he moved his hands up her body under the dress, peeling the metal fabric off of her like the skin of a banana. The dress hit the floor of his office with a sound that was a little like a Slinky at the bottom of the steps, He took a moment to gaze at her as she rocked her hips in a smooth, undulating rhythm, looking down at him with a happy-girl smile on her lips. Then he took her by the back of her shoulders and pulled her down against him to devour her lips with his own, to feel the length of her body against him, to hold the weight of her in his arms and love her--all of her.
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They lay entwined on the couch for a long time, just petting each other and necking, but joined. Then Dolly got a mischeivous glint in her green eyes.
"What?" he asked.
"We need to get off this couch. I want more room to maneuver."
"But I don't want to pull out of you."
"I think I know how to make that work. Hold onto me."
"What...?"
"Just hold on!" She heaved her weight to the right, off the couch, rolling under him and of necessity bringing him along. By extending strategic hands and feet to catch themselves, they managed to land softly on the Berber carpet. "Now, we have to get you naked." And somehow, she managed to get his shirt and then his pants off him, all the while maintaining the connection between them. When that was accomplished, she crossed her forearms behind his neck, and pulled him down on herself. "Now, big boy," she growled, "Hold me down and fuck me like you mean it!" She rocked her hips forward to bring him deeper into her, and wrapped her legs around him, her heels drumming a tattoo on his ass as she threw back her head and crowed her release.
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"They applauded! They actually freakin' applauded!" Dolly was mildly outraged at the very concept of it.
"What do you expect? When you deliver what was, by all accounts, a bravura performance, even though they only got the sound track and only the... the climactic moments at that?" Dolly Lao Ma grinned an evil grin at Dolly as she offered to pour her friend more orange juice.
They were on the balcony of Ma's apartment enjoying an al fresco breakfast. Somehow, they'd ended up here last night after the band rehearsal, and it was too late and they were too tired to drive back to Cincinnati or even find a hotel room, and Lao Ma had insisted on dossing them down in her spare bedroom. Drummond, knowing he'd be up at five for his run regardless, volunteered to make breakfast, if they would get out of bed early enough that they could enjoy it on the patio before it got unbearably hot out. It had been worth getting up early on a Saturday to have Drummond's sausage, mushroom, and provolone omelets with home-fried golden potatoes, orange juice, Blue Mountain coffee... outdoors... at dawn. Dolly sighed, replete.
"So," Drummond asked, accepting more juice from their hostess. "What was Jimmy's reaction when he saw that outfit on you?"
Ma smiled enigmatically. "Appropriate." She said. Then she turned back to Dolly. "So you find it... objectionable that your vocalization of your climax was found worthy of applause, but then you wandered all over the Center offering to model the outfit for anyone who expressed interest. Including the g-string. I'm sorry, Gabrielle, but I find this a puzzling conflict in attitudes."
"That's my Dolly," Drummond said with some evident pride.
"No conflict. The modelling was voluntary. And I wanted to help out with the Amazon Ice situation. You know--create more demand for the stuff. But the other... it was a private moment. They overheard it. Like..."
"I see. An invasion of your privacy. I thought as much. But you have expectations of privacy that I suspect your American compatriots do not fully understand."
"Ma, you're as American as the rest of us."
"Not as a matter of desire or of will. And I believe that the will is superior to any other force in the universe. I will myself to be a true daughter of the Middle Kingdom and I shall become one."
"Considering the way women are treated in China, I wonder..."
"Ah, but not all women are treated so. Only those who allows themselves to be treated as chattels are treated that way. Those who take control of their lives, like such people everywhere, find that their will prevails."
"Whatever. 'Way to deep for this dolly this early on a sunny Saturday morning in July in Ohio."
Ma smiled again. "Agreed. Gather Ye rosebuds and all that."
"Say, Ma," Dolly began tentatively. "Have you heard about Seraphin's Solstice Party?"
"Yes." Lao Ma nodded. "But I have no plans to attend."
"I was wondering if you would come as our guest... mine and Mitch's."
Lao Ma sighed. "If I understand the rules, I would have to come 'as' a character from the show from a particular episode. From there is it is a short leap to the obvious. That I should go as myself. No. Too tedious."
"Actually, I had in mind the idea of twisting Seraphin's rules just a little. That we would go together as... not the characters, but the actresses playing the characters, I of Reneé as Gabrielle, and you as Jacqueline Kim playing Lao Ma from the Debt."
Lao Ma's reaction struck Drummond as strange, while completely appropriate. People thought of Lao Ma as serene, contained. But she was really quite outer directed and very unaffected. As she showed at moments like this. She burst into gay laughter and clapped her hands together in applause. "Brilliant, Gabrielle! Brilliant! So we will be 'in character' as ourselves, but be outwardly portraying the actresses! Oh, yes! I will go! But what about Mitch?"
"He'll be our 'host'."
"Excellent. I think I have just the thing to wear, too. I will wear my red silk gown with the gold trim. No! The painted blue silk number. I shall go as the bathing Lao Ma. Then, if Xe Doll is there, we shall have to kiss." Her smile broadened. "That should cause some discomfiture."
"Mmm. Just be careful that you don't hurt anybody,"
"Sappho, for example," Ma said thoughtfully.
"Exactly. She's far too fragile lately, and I don't want to take the chance."
"Agreed."
"So," Dolly said. "We'll meet Monday after work, in costume. Where? In the playground, by the statue of the big frog."
"Done. Monday after work it is. Anybody for more coffee?"
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