Chapter 4

Her watch showed one minute shy of seven when Shannon walked into the Hot Java. It was crowded, as she expected it to be on a Saturday night. The first stop off for people on the hunt before they hit the bars. She took a sip at the end of the bar, prepared to order a coffee until she cold figure how who to ask about her package

She'd taken great pains to prepare for the evening, shaving every bit of excess hair from her body, soaking in the tub for hours, then massaging her special lavender cream into every inch of skin. Even her insides were squeaky clean. And she'd taken great pains with her makeup-not too much, not too little.

She was indulging in one of her favorite pastimes, imagining what Cock Robin looked like, when the perky server behind the counter approached her.

"Are you Misty?" she asked.

Shannon nodded. "Why? Do I look like a Misty?"

The girl laughed. "No, but you look the only person in here about to jump out of her skin. You came for this, right?" She reached under the counter and brought up a square white box, fairly large, with a note taped to it. "Would you like a coffee? It's on the house" she winked. Already paid for."

"Um, no, thanks anyway."

"Suit yourself." She lefty to wait on another customer and Shannon opened the note.

"Go into the ladies' room, take off every stitch of clothing and put this on. Only this."

Shannon was afraid to open the box in front of strangers. Who knew what the hell was inside? She hitched herself down from the stool and headed for the rest room, which fortunately at the moment was empty. She locked it, set the box on the counter and opened it. A red silk rain coat nestled in the tissue paper. She touched it with her fingers and found the fabric the softest she'd ever felt.

Take off your clothes.

She jumped as if she'd actually heard the words spoken aloud. With trembling hands she took off everything she was wearing, folding it into a neat pile, and pulled on the boat. It has no buttons, only a very wide belt. She'd have to be very careful when she walked.

Beneath it in the box lay another note.

"I wish I could see you in that coat, the silk clinging to your body. But soon enough, Misty. Soon enough. Pack up your clothes and get moving. Your next stop is Hampton Jewelers. I'm sure you know where it is. Hurry. They close soon."

Hampton Jewelers? She knew the store. It was a half hour's drive away. What the hell could he have waiting for her there? Surely he wasn't already buying her jewelry.

"I'm on my way to Hampton's," she told Marti.

"Maybe he's buying you a diamond," her friend said with heavy sarcasm.

"How harmful can a jewelry store be?"

"Just give me a call when you leave."

She waved to the server as she pushed through the front door, tossed the box in the back seat of her car and headed for the jewelry store. Six or seven people milled around, looking at the magnificent items displayed in locked cases, pointing and whispering to each other. Hampton's, by reputation, was expensive.

"I'm Misty," she told the woman standing behind the counter. "I think you have something for me?"

The woman smiled at her, a warm smile, not a distant polite one. As if they shared a secret.

"Yes. I have it right here." She reached into her pocket and pulled out a white box, much smaller than the first one, and a square white envelope. "Here you are. I believe this note goes with it." She smiled again, "Enjoy your evening."

Shannon waited until she was in her car before opening the note.

"I know your curiosity will get the better of you but please don't open this box until your next stop. Go to Harry's Bar at the Regency. Get your package from the bartender, then go into the ladies room."

Harry's was so high priced Shannon had never even stuck her nose in the door and sniffed the air. She knew Mike and his partners entertained clients there, but the closest she'd gotten was a souvenir pack of matches.

"Off to Harry'," she told Marti.

"Ooh, big money tonight. At least you picked a high roller."

"We'll see."

The bartender handed her another small box and she found her way to the ladies room. Again it was empty and she locked the door, happy that she did when t=she read the notes.

The first box contained gold and pearl jewelry.

"Nipple clamps. I can't wait to see them on you. Drop the coat. Now take one nipple, pinch it hard between your fingers, pull on it until it really plumps. Good girl. Now slip it between the bars and tighten the screws at the sides. Just enough to give you pleasant pain. Got it? Fine. Now the other one."

She had to look around to make sure he wasn't actually in the room with her. It took her a few minutes to get the first one on and she was perspiring a little when she finished, but the streaks of pain shot straight to her cunt and liquid seeped onto her thighs. For a moment she was tempted to loosen it but she could almost hear a voice whispering "Don't you dare."

The second one was easier to apply. Then she opened the next box, looked at the jeweled butterfly resting on the cotton wool, and nearly fell over when she read the note. She had to lean against the wall and read it again.

"This is for your plump little clit. Spread its wings and put it in the proper place. When you close the wings, it will suck greedily on the throbbing little tip."

Throbbing was right. By the time she finished she was not only perspiring but her juices were running down the insides of her thighs. Impulsively she slid two of her fingers inside her vagina, moving them in and out in short strokes, but instead of relieving the building tension it only increased it. She pulled them out and licked them, they way Cock Robin always ordered her to. Slipping back into her coat and belting it, she read the rest of the note."

"Almost there, my little sub. Directions to the next stop are in the butterfly box. I'll be waiting."

Shannon gathered up all her things and walked out the side door of the bar, shaking with both anxiety and anticipation. This was it. This was really it. She was going to meet her mystery man and have the most erotic night of her life. She called Marti as soon as she pulled out of the parking lot and read her the directions.

"I don't like it," Marti snapped. "Too isolated. Anything could happen."

"I know where this is. There's a park near there where Mike and I picnicked when we were still having fun. I'll be fine."

"You leave this damn phone on," Marti ordered. "And be careful."

"I'm fine," she insisted, then laughed. "Everyone deserves an adventure, right?"

As she turned the corner to another street the littler butterfly on her clit began to buss and it was all she could do to hang onto the wheel and steer.

By the time she reached her destination Shannon was a bundle of nerves. The butterfly had gone off at irregular intervals, sending spikes of heat through her clit into her cunt. She was sure both her coat and the seat of the car showed evidence of her copious cream. She wanted to come so badly, but the butterfly only took her so far before it stopped. Her nipples were aching, begging for a hot tongue to ease their pain, her clit and her cunt throbbed and she was hanging onto her nerves with her last shred of control.

The cabin was beautiful, a rustic masterpiece set in a grove of trees. An unfamiliar black SUV was parked to one side and lights show invitingly through the cracks in the curtains. Shannon parked her car next to the other vehicle and climbed out just as the butterfly vibrated again. She leaned against her car, waiting for the ripples to stop racing through her body. The breeze caught the flap of her coat, lifting it and kissing the skin of her bare cunt. She shivered, but not from the wind.

Pulling the slip of paper from her pocket, she read it once more.

"When you get to the cabin knock on the door. You will be pleasantly surprised when it opens. I hope."

He hoped? What the hell did that mean?

"I'm here," she said into her cell phone, then stuck it in the pocket of her coat, leaving it on. She hoped whatever happened to the coat it wouldn't be too far away to catch what she said and Marti could hear her. Picking her way carefully along the dirt path, she climbed the two steps to the porch, drew in a deep breath, let it and rapped twice on the thick wood.

The porch light came on and the door opened. She looked up at the face of the man standing in front of her she thought for sure her heart would stop beating. Her eyes took in the tall, muscular body, the thick dark hair worn just a little long, the silver eyes reflecting the light from the porch. The square jaw and the sensuous mouth with it's one dimple that winked when he smiled. He was smiling now.

She had to try twice before she could finally get the words out.

"Ohmigod. Michael? You're Cock Robin?"