Warning: If you think you might be offended by the sexual humiliation and complete degradation of a Catholic nun (even though she had it coming), then it is in your best interests to read no further.
Chapter 21: The Climax
And then there were two.
Tommy leaned back in his chair, sipped his cocktail, and surveyed the recreation hall. At this point there were four naked girls scampering around, keeping the guests quite satisfied. Michael was tending bar, disgraced in his maid’s outfit. Karen was on the stage, nude but for her high heels, her wrists tied high above her head. Danny, naked and hairless as a baby, stood on the stage to Karen’s right with his hands behind his head, looking like he was either going to cry or throw up—or both. Carlene continually crawled back and forth on the stage nudging her volleyball with her nose, stopping only to service Danny's balls with her tongue, and also to bark like a dog. She was naked, of course.
Tommy smiled at the "three-ring humiliation circus" on the stage that he had orchestrated.
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Meanwhile, Sister Ruth and Betty Richards sat alone in the dressing room, nervously awaiting their fate.
Ah, yes, Sister Ruth and Betty Richards, thought Tommy as he took another swig from his cocktail. He allowed himself to recall his extreme debasement at their hands years before. In a short time they would pay dearly for their dirty deeds, and experience a similar shame that Tommy felt on that ill-fated day.
Alive with anticipation, Tommy excused himself from his table and made his way up the stairs to the stage. As he walked by the wretched Karen, Danny and Carlene, he smiled and said, “You folks enjoying yourselves?” There was no response, and Tommy chuckled to himself as he and Molly sauntered toward the dressing room, eager to carry out the next phase of his plan.
Sister Ruth and Betty Richards were startled as the door of the dressing room flew open. Their anxiety level increased when they saw that a grinning Tommy had joined his girlfriend. “Hello, ladies,” greeted Tommy exuberantly. “Sorry to keep you cooped up in here so long; it’s high time you come out and join the party.”
Meanwhile, Molly was in the process of retrieving two garments on hangers in the closet. She held them up in front of the apprehensive ladies. On one hanger was a long, black, high-priced negligee that buttoned all the way up the front. On the other was a very short, frilly, pink babydoll. Tommy had asked Molly to purchase them, using Miss Richards' credit card.
“I bought each of you a little present, ladies. I hope you like them. Now how about getting out of those dresses so we can get you into something more comfortable.”
The two unfortunates sat dumbfounded until Molly bellowed, “You heard what Tommy said. "STRIP!”
The ladies knew it would be fruitless to ask for mercy, so they slowly stood up and started peeling off their can-can dresses. Both were blushing brightly, as it was quite discomforting to bare themselves in front of the leering Tommy. They had already been divested of their panties on the stage, so when their dresses were removed they stood in black thigh-high stockings, high heels, and gloomy faces. Their heads were down in shame and their hands were covering their fronts.
Tommy flashed back on the day he stopped time on the bus and first stripped the beautiful Miss Richards. He remembered how surprised he was to see her completely shaven pussy, and from what he could see about her hands she was still shaven. Tommy felt a stirring in his pants, as he was excited not only at the sight of the naked women, but equally by their obvious embarrassment and impending humiliation.
As the women stood motionless, Tommy took in the wonderful scene for a few more moments before giving further instructions. “You won’t be needing those stockings, either.”
The distraught ladies turned around, sat on the floor with their backs to Tommy and Molly and started peeling off their stockings. Tommy chuckled out loud at their attempts at modesty. He decided to let it go, as in short order they would be nude and exposed in front of a fascinated audience of over ninety. Molly handed Sister Ruth the black negligee and she quickly slipped it on and buttoned it all the way up. Betty Richards slipped on the babydoll and was chagrined to see that it barely covered her crotch and that it left the very bottom of her ass cheeks exposed. She pulled down on the hem to increase her coverage, but to no avail. She shivered at the thought of walking out on the stage in her present attire.
Tommy turned the hapless victims so they were facing each other. “Take a good look at each other, ladies.” Sister Ruth and Miss Richards reluctantly turned to each other. When they made eye contact, they quickly averted their eyes in shame.
“I hope you find each other mutually desirable,” continued Tommy. “Considering how intimate you two soon will be, it’d be a shame if you weren’t attracted to each other.” A look of horror appeared on the faces of each teacher as they digested the ramifications of Tommy’s statement. “Hey, don’t look so upset, you might really like it,” said the smiling Tommy. “And I can guarantee that your audience will
love you. Just pretend you’re auditioning for an X-rated movie. Have you ever had an orgasm, Sister?”
Sister Ruth was absolutely appalled. “Please, Tommy, enough is enough. I can’t possibly go through with this. Nobody’s ever touched me down there. Please, Tommy, I’m begging you, stop this madness immediately.”
Tommy smiled as he enjoyed watching his former tormentor squirm. Instead of answering Sister Ruth’s pleas, Tommy stopped time for all but Molly and himself. He then took Miss Richards’ left hand and slipped it up Sister Ruth’s negligee and wrapped it around her right breast. He took her right hand and inserted two of her fingers inside Sister Ruth’s vagina. He then put both of Sister Ruth’s hands on Miss Richards’ ass and put their mouths together to make it appear that they were kissing each other. He stepped back and took this in for a moment as he and Molly exchanged grins. He then started time.
It took about one second for Sister Ruth and Betty Richards to instinctively pull their lips from each other. It took another two or three seconds for it to register to them just how familiar they were getting with each other. “AGHHH!” they screamed simultaneously as they abruptly removed their hands from each other.
“My, what a lovely couple you make,” teased Tommy. “Now I’m going to go back to my seat and await your show. Molly will give you full instructions on exactly how I’d like you to enjoy each other out there. And you’d better be convincing, or the consequences will be even worse.
"Before I go, for a warm-up I’d like you two to give each other a nice, long kiss on the lips.” The teachers were beside themselves in their embarrassment and their dread of what was to come. Sister Ruth looked at Tommy pleadingly while Miss Richards had both hands covering her face. “Come on,” teased Tommy, “You know you want it. One nice wet one to get things started.”
Realizing it would be futile to delay the inevitable, the two women approached each other. Without making eye contact, they locked lips momentarily, much to their distaste, and started to pull away when Tommy interrupted them. “Keep going,” he prodded. “And I need to see a little more passion. In about ten minutes you’re going to be going at each other like a couple of animals, so I want you to really get into this kiss to set the tone.”
Again a look of terror appeared on the two ladies. They kissed a little more intensely, hoping to appease Tommy and get him out of the room.
“No, no, no,” admonished Tommy. “You two are
lovers, not distant friends.” Tommy stepped closer to the troubled twosome. Stick out your tongues, both of you.” When they squeamishly did so, Tommy said, “Good. Now touch them together. Yes, just like that. Now move them around but keep them touching. Yes! Now you’re getting it! Oh yes, you make a ravishing couple. Now put your lips together. Excellent! Keep those tongues moving in there. Mix it up, and taste each other’s saliva. Feel the love!”
Tommy let the scene play out for about ten seconds, then said, “That’s better, much better. You can break it up now. But I’d like to see that affection transfer out to the stage when you two carry out your performance.” The two red-faced ladies separated and turned away from each other in disgust. “Now listen to Molly,” said Tommy. She’ll tell you what you’re going to do.” With that he left the room and returned to his seat.
Molly spent the next few minutes explaining to the troubled teachers exactly how they would entertain the audience. As Molly gave her instructions, both ladies looked horrified. Sister Ruth clasped both of her hands together, interlocking her fingers, beseeching Molly not to make her go through with the scandalous act.
Molly, of course, was unrelenting. She was well aware of what the nun had put Tommy through, so under the circumstances she had absolutely no sympathy for her. “Okay, girls, it’s show time. Now I want you two lovebirds to hold hands as you walk out to the front of the stage, and I’m warning you—you’d better be convincing.”
Molly opened the door to the dressing room and the frightened teachers held each other's clammy hands and made their fateful walk out to the stage. Their anxiety increased when they saw Karen, tied naked and outstretched in the middle of the stage. The sight of Danny, naked and humiliated while standing with his elbows above his head, would normally be a pleasurable sight for them, but under the circumstances it only served to increase their dread. Carlene, naked and degraded while crawling on the floor added to their state of panic.
Molly stepped up to the microphone on the side of the stage and said, “Ladies and gentlemen, I give you Sister Ruth and Betty Richards!”
The audience saw the ladies in nightclothes and gave a rousing standing ovation. When they quieted and sat down, the lights dimmed slightly, and Ravel’s “Bolero” began playing on the sound system. That was the cue for the stars of the moment. Miss Richards turned and began kissing Sister Ruth on the lips. The audience buzzed as they readied themselves for the spectacle. The guests sharing Tommy’s table raised their glasses to him. Tommy smiled and acknowledged the toast.
Miss Richards, while maintaining the lip lock, slowly began unbuttoning her partner’s negligee, starting at the top. When the fourth button was undone, she parted the material to reveal the breasts of the mortified nun. Sister Ruth stood there helplessly with her eyes closed as she felt the lips of her friend caressing her blushing neck. For the audience it was a sensual experience, but the “lovers” were mortified beyond belief. They noticed the video camera focused on them, adding to their misery.
As the music played on, Miss Richards turned her attention to her partner’s breasts. Deftly using her tongue and kissing her nipples softly, Betty Richards seemed quite skillful at what she was doing, as if she had done this before. In actuality she was heterosexual and had never before had a sexual experience with a woman, but she was quite mindful of what a woman finds sexually stimulating. She was acting under threat, and had been warned to play her part to the hilt or face the consequences later. She did not want to find out what those consequences might entail.
Miss Richards continued stimulating Sister Ruth’s bosom as she unclasped another button of the negligee. At this point, two very interesting things occurred.
The first one involved Danny. Danny had been standing onstage for quite some time, miserable in his embarrassment. That level of embarrassment was about to increase, due to something beyond his control. While watching the display in front of him, much to his consternation he felt a stirring in his loins. “Oh, please,” he said quietly to himself. “Not here. Not now!”
But try as he might, he felt his penis slowly become erect. It certainly did not help when Carlene, making her obligatory rounds, began licking him all over his balls. He tried thinking of something mundane, but his member had a mind of its own. He dared not move his hands from behind his head, and he prayed that everyone would be so entranced with the exhibition being put on by the two teachers that his predicament would go unnoticed.
But in short order somebody from the crowd yelled out, “Hey, look, Danny’s getting a woody!”
Right on cue, Tommy’s friend that was manning the lights focused a spotlight right on Danny’s active manhood. Danny grimaced and tilted his head back. The audience was laughing at him, as his hairless penis was erect to its full length of less than five inches. As Carlene crawled away, Danny could only stand there, totally mortified, as the spotlight continued to shine on his source of embarrassment. He was now a sideshow for the main act.
The other interesting occurrence involved the recipient of Betty Richards’ devoted servitude. Sister Ruth had cringed as she was about to receive the mouth of Betty’s with her own. Per Tommy and Molly’s instructions, she passionately reciprocated the kiss. When she first felt the wet caresses on her breasts a disturbing thing happened: She was becoming sexually aroused. Much like the naked boy on her right, she tried to fight it off. But her partner’s relentless stimulation only added to her titillation.
To make matters worse, she then felt fingers completely unbuttoning her negligee, and hands sliding her only garment off her shoulders. Before she knew what was happening, her negligee was pulled off her arms and dropped to the floor. She heard the outcry from the audience.
“Oh my God,” she said aloud when the realization hit her. “I’m naked.”
As dreadful as that was, her state of arousal was a bigger concern. Betty Richards was on her knees, gradually working her way down Sister Ruth's torso with her tongue. She felt the kisses on her navel, then down her midsection. She was becoming more and more aroused by the second. Her friend soon had her tongue in her vagina, and in her entire life Sister Ruth had never felt anything remotely close to her present level of stimulation. As humiliated as she was, she was getting caught up in her own sexual gratification.
Betty Richards expertly toyed with her clitoris, knowing just the right buttons to push. The audience was treated to quite a scene as Miss Richards’ babydoll had risen up, exposing most of her beautifully rounded ass.
Sister Ruth could hold back no longer. She had her hands on the back of Miss Richards’ head, seemingly guiding her while her own hips began rotating involuntarily. Sister Ruth heard the sound of her own voice, to her surprise.
“Ooh,” she heard herself coo. “Ahhh.” She couldn’t stop herself. “Oh, Betty!” She was getting louder and her whole body was in motion as Betty Richards struggled to hold her still.
“Oh, God, no! No! Oh, yes! YES! OH, BETTY! BETTY! OH MY GOD! OH GOD!” She was drowning out the music in her exultation. “OH, BETTY, PLEASE! OH! OH! GOD HELP ME! OH YES! YES! OH GOD!”
The wildly gyrating naked nun now had her hands on her own head and was bent backwards from the waist. The audience was awestruck. Miss Richards' tongue continued to work its magic as Sister Ruth was in the throes of ecstasy.
“OHMIGOD! OH, BETTY! YES! YES! YES! YES! OH, YES! OHHH, YES! PLEASE! OHHH YESSS! AH! AH! AH! AH! AH! AAAAAAAHHH!”
Betty Richards removed her mouth from Sister Ruth’s vagina. Her face was smeared with her friend’s flowing juices. The musical number had ended and all she could hear was the clapping and cheering from the enthusiastic audience.
I can’t believe I just brought a nun to orgasm in front of all these people.
She stood up and instinctively tugged at the back of her babydoll, trying in vain to cover her buttocks. She glanced at the spent Sister Ruth, who was gradually coming back to the cold reality of her situation. The two of them stood awkwardly at center stage as the cheering continued. They looked at Molly, hoping for a dismissal. Instead, they saw Tommy climbing the steps and heading their way.
“Thanks, ladies, that was fantastic!” smiled Tommy as he greeted the ill-starred teachers. Tommy reached out and took Sister Ruth’s left hand and began leading her off the stage. “Come with me, Sister, you look like you need a rest.” He caught Miss Richards’ eye. “You hang tight. I’ll be right back.”
Both women had looks on their faces that seemed to say, “
Oh, God, what more can he possibly do to us?”
Tommy led his former seventh grade teacher down the steps of the stage. She was covering her bush with her right hand, as she was really feeling her nudity. Tommy stopped at his table, which was in the front center of the floor. He patted the top of the table. “Why don’t you climb up here, Sister, and make yourself comfortable,” instructed Tommy.
Sister Ruth closed her eyes tightly for a moment, illustrating her anxiety. She compliantly crawled onto the table, much to the enjoyment of the guests. She sat on her haunches, slightly bent over while doing her best to cover her nakedness with her hands and arms. She was absolutely miserable.
Tommy paused and basked in Sister Ruth’s humiliation before addressing her again. “Oh, that just won’t do, Sister,” he said. “I think we all would like to have a better view of your sexy body. I’d venture a guess that most of our guests have never seen a nun stark naked before. Let’s see, why don’t you stretch out on your hands and knees for us, like Carlene up there. And spread your knees apart, oh, about a foot or so.” The beleaguered Sister Ruth resignedly did just that. “Excellent,” approved Tommy. “Now move your arms forward to the edge of the table.”
The giggles persisted as the wretched victim stretched out her body. She now was leaning forward, her ass high in the air and her very private parts on prominent display. Her degradation would have no bounds.
She didn’t know it, but the table she was kneeling on had the capability to revolve. Once Sister Ruth was in position, Tommy pressed a button under the table. To her indignation, the table slowly started turning. Tommy had set the speed so that each revolution around the table would take about one minute. Sister Ruth bowed her head in shame, almost incapable of tolerating the latest assault on her dignity.
Meanwhile, Molly, on cue, met Tommy at the edge of the stage and handed him six Ping-Pong paddles. There was about to be payback for Sister Ruth forcing Tommy to walk through the spanking gauntlet in the seventh grade. Tommy started passing them out to his friends at the table.
“By the way,” Tommy explained, “Sister Ruth is quite into the spanking scene. Aren’t you, Sister?” asked Tommy as he lifted her chin, forcing eye contact. The besieged nun only looked at Tommy drearily. “I’ll take that as a ‘yes.’ Okay, everybody, it’s time to put a little color in this pasty white ass of hers. I think you’ll get much better leverage if you all stand up.” The grinning group stood up eagerly. “Here’s how it works. Every time you see this fat ass pass in front of you, take a good smack at it with your paddle. I’ll turn up the speed a little, so you won’t have to wait too long in between spanks. Sister, I’d advise you to keep still, but feel free to cry out if you so desire. Okay, let the games begin!”
With that, Tommy turned the speed up and the table turned at a more rapid pace. A girl got the first slap in.
“Whack!” The sound resonated throughout the hall.
“Whap!” came the next spank from the girl’s boyfriend.
They were enjoying themselves. Tommy was next, and he didn’t hold back. “THWACK!” Sister Ruth’s back involuntarily lifted after the blow. After once around the table, the cheeks of her ass were almost as red as the cheeks of her face. After two rounds, they were crimson. Sister Ruth hadn’t made a peep, but Tommy knew she had to be hurting. He wanted to get one last lick in, though.
“Okay, gang, that’s enough, I think she got the message.”
The guests sat down, and Tommy turned off the motor. He paused for a few seconds, then quickly turned around and pounced on her with a hard flurry, twice on each cheek.
“WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!”
Within two or three seconds the sharp stinging hit home, and Sister Ruth couldn’t hold back. “Ow! Ow! OWWWWW! Please, Tommy, no MORE! Oh God, please stop! Oh, God, it hurts!”
She wanted badly to reach back and touch her burning bum but resisted, to avoid further punishment from the vengeful Tommy. Instead, she writhed her torso in a circular motion while she waited for the stinging to subside, providing more delectable entertainment for Tommy and his guests.
Tommy let the scene play out for a while before his next step. He turned on the motor to a slower speed. Sister Ruth continued to ever so slowly turn in a circle. Her head was bowed, as she couldn’t bear to look anybody in the eye. “Now, now, Sister,” scolded Tommy. “It was you who taught me the importance of eye contact, especially when your admirers are taking such a keen interest in you. I’d like you to look your fellow table mates in their eyes as they come into view.”
Tommy watched as Sister Ruth, her eyes betraying her anguish, slowly rotated, obediently maintaining eye contact with each grinning member of the table as they came into her view. For Sister Ruth, her agony was extreme. Her eye contact was reciprocated by each of the table guests. In each face she witnessed unbridled merriment at her condition. Worse yet, while she stared at one happy face, she knew that another right behind her had an uncompromising view of what just half an hour ago was uncharted territory.
Tommy watched Sister Ruth revolve around the table a couple of times, and with a satisfied smile he headed back up to the stage. As he passed Danny, he saw the spotlight on the suffering youth’s penis, which now maintained about a three-quarters erection. Tommy paused in front of him, looked him up and down and smiled. “Tell you what, Danny boy, I’m going to let you get some relief.” Danny, thinking his ordeal was over, breathed a sigh of relief. His relief was fleeting, though, as Tommy finished his thought. “I’m going to let you play with yourself until you manage to get yourself off.”
Danny, crushed at the new turn of events, slowly lowered his arms from behind his head but rested them at his sides rigidly. He just couldn’t bring himself to touch himself in front of all these people. Tommy took Danny’s left hand and put it back behind his head and took his right hand and put it on his bared penis. “You only need one hand, Danny my boy. I’m sure you’ve done this before. Now have at it, and I don’t want you to stop until you’ve done your business.”
The woeful Danny slowly started stroking his penis. He couldn’t hear Tommy’s chuckle over the boisterous laughter from the audience. He closed his eyes and continued masturbating while Tommy approached the very nervous Betty Richards.
“I’m sorry to keep you waiting, Miss Richards,” greeted Tommy. “Did you miss me?”
Betty Richards was in no state to play along with Tommy’s frivolity. She stood there in her babydoll, wishing the floor would open up and swallow her whole. Tommy motioned to his friend in the balcony, and within seconds a Strauss waltz played on the stereo. It was the same piece that Miss Richards had Sister Ruth play over and over on that fateful day years ago. It was the same piece that Miss Richards and Tommy danced to while she slowly stripped him in front of the seventh and eighth grade dance class. Now Tommy had the upper hand, and he was relishing the moment.
“Do you recognize this music, my illustrious dance teacher?” Again there was no response from the hapless Miss Richards. “Well, I’m sure you do. Shall we dance?” Without waiting for an answer, Tommy took her right hand in his left and led her around the stage. “See how well you taught me, Miss Richards? Aren’t you impressed? Come on, try to look like you’re having fun.”
She reached back behind her with her free hand in a futile effort to lower her garment. Tommy then took both of her hands and placed them behind his neck, causing her more distress as her lingerie rose up, exposing about half of the feminine curves of her buttocks. She knew she had to leave her hands where they were. They continued dancing, and to Miss Richards’ horror, she felt Tommy’s hands reach behind her and lift the back of her babydoll. She felt it rise up to the middle of her back and felt Tommy’s hands rest there, holding the material in place. At the moment she was shielded from the audience by Tommy.
"What say we rotate around," said Tommy, pressing his lips to her ears. "I'm sure you'd like to put your lovely ass on display for everyone."
Tommy smiled while feeling her resistance as he began to rotate 180 degrees. He relished the sight of her profusely blushing cheeks. She keenly felt her exposure as Tommy turned her toward the audience, who at this point roared their approval of her luscious backside.
After dancing for another minute or so, Tommy took her hands and raised them high above her head. Miss Richards continued moving to the music, bracing herself for what everyone in the hall fully expected to transpire. Tommy, not to disappoint, slowly, teasingly lifted the baby doll upward. Tommy stopped at a point above her breasts to savor the moment, looking her in the eyes and smiling, thoroughly basking in her torment.
"Are you excited?" teased Tommy. "You're about to be dancing with me, completely....and totally....nude."
With that, in one fluid motion, he raised the garment over her head, up her arms and off her fingertips, tossing it to the audience, where it fluttered into the lap of a female guest, who waved it in the air in delight. The cheering rang throughout the hall, as the mortified Miss Richards now was naked to the world. She instinctively covered herself with her hands, but Tommy took her right hand in his left and put her other hand on his right shoulder. He continued leading her around the stage, dancing to the waltz. He looked her up and down slowly, from her red toenails to her equally red face.
“How does it feel, Miss Richards, to be dancing naked in front of so many people?” There was no answer. “I’m talking to you, Miss Richards. And look me in the eyes as you dance with me.”
Through her tears she looked at Tommy beseechingly. “Please, Tommy, I’m begging you—stop this insanity now. Please, I can’t take it anymore!”
Tommy chuckled. “Yeah, I know what you mean, it’s pretty humiliating, isn’t it? I would know, thanks to you. At least when you did this to me it wasn’t recorded. Check it out.” Tommy pointed to a big screen behind them. Miss Richards looked up and was aghast to see herself orally servicing her friend Sister Ruth. It was playing in slow motion. She quickly turned away, as she couldn’t bear to watch. “Oh, my God,” was all she could muster.
“Yeah, that’s what she kept saying,” quipped Tommy.
The piece ended, and Tommy let go of his suffering partner. “I have one more song for you, my darling Miss Richards. I think you’ll remember it well.”
Tommy pointed to his friend on the balcony, who promptly cued up a familiar Arabic tune. Miss Richards felt a churning in her stomach, as she well remembered forcing Tommy to belly dance naked to the very same piece in front of the entire dance class.
“Time for you to go solo, Miss Richards, and please don’t disappoint us. I'm sure you remember the fine art of belly dancing, since you are the one that taught it to me. I believe your advice to me was, ‘A dancer's attitude can make or break a belly dancing routine. The dancer should appear sexy and flirtatious, yet mysterious.’ That was great advice, teach, and it’ll serve you well right now. You better make it good.
"What are you waiting for? Dance!”
With a spotlight shining on her, Miss Richards knew what she had to do. She started belly dancing. Somehow, despite her extreme humiliation, she summoned up enough from within to put on quite a performance. She was a great dancer, and, truth be told, she did manage to appear sexy and flirtatious. The thoroughly entertained guests were on their feet, urging her on with their cheering and clapping. There was a feverish pitch in the air, and the excitement from the night’s activities was building to a crescendo.
Tommy walked over to the side of the stage and put his arm around Molly as he stood there and enjoyed the spectacle. He looked at the pitiable Karen, still tied naked on the stage. In front of her, Carlene continued nudging her volleyball during her naked crawl. His gaze shifted to poor Danny, who was still stroking himself silly, unable to climax under the bizarre circumstances, even with the intermittent encouragement from Carlene's tongue. On the floor, Michael was dutifully mixing drinks in his maid’s outfit while four naked, red-faced girls scurried about, serving his delighted guests.
He looked over to Sister Ruth, stretched out on her hands and knees, slowly revolving around the table. All four of her cheeks took on a matching reddish hue. He brought his gaze back up to the stage, where the beautiful Miss Richards was shaking her curvaceous body to the beat of the music. He looked up at the big screen, where the video showed Betty Richards passionately servicing Sister Ruth, who was in the throes of orgasm.
Then he looked to his immediate right at the beaming face of his girlfriend Molly, and realized there was still one person he couldn’t wait to strip that night. He pictured the two of them in his bed, experiencing the unbridled passion that he knew awaited them. He afforded himself a smile, a smile derived from total fulfillment.
“Beautiful. Just beautiful,” Tommy said aloud, to nobody in particular.
End
