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Chapter 5

(MF, Mf, FF, ff, Ff, mult, cons, reluc, slave, humor, cheat, inc, mother, fath, dau,
  D/S, Mdom, span, lght, humil, group, orgy, harem, poly, WC, WM, WF, oral, exhib, toys, BBR, slow)

Written by Spacer X (paul_t_22@yahoo.com)

I had a few minutes to kill before returning to Mama Mia's. I didn't want to get sleepy so soon after cumming, so I took a slow walk around the parking lot. When I was done, I got my laptop bag and walked back into the restaurant.

A small part of me worried that everyone in Mama Mia's would know about the parking lot fuck, and I'd get stared at and even jeered. But thankfully that was an irrational fear. Nobody seemed to even take any special notice when I came back in and returned to the same booth I'd been at earlier.

Nobody, that is, except the waitresses. Sue Ellen was nowhere to be seen, surprisingly enough, but Lori, Dolly, and Paula were standing around without much to do, since there weren't many customers during this stretch of down time.

Paula noticed me in less than minute, and gave me a disapproving stare. She was on the other side of the restaurant, so she couldn't say anything to me, but she actually shook her head at me while she stared. Then she hurried off to the back. I knew Sonia's office was somewhere back there, and I had no doubt she was going straight to warn the Bat that I'd returned.

Lori came to my booth very shortly after I sat down. She had her hands on her hips. Instead of coming to take my order, it seemed she just wanted to talk. "Uh-oh! Dan, you've gone and done it now."

"What did I do?"

"First, you came back. That's going to cause minor uproar in the Bat Cave, I'm sure."

"The 'Bat Cave?'"

"Sorry, that's what we call Sonia's office. It's nothing like a cave, but she is the Bat. Anyway, I suppose you coming back wouldn't be such a big deal except for what you did to Sue Ellen."

I furrowed my brow in concern. "What did I do to her?!"

Lori gesticulated, "I don't know, but it must have been something amazing! She smiles nearly all the time already, as you know, especially since she's been seeing you. But when she returned a few minutes ago, her smile was a mile wide. And she was floating about two feet off the ground!"

I was still frown in puzzlement. "And that's a bad thing?"

"Kind of. The Bat is worried that you're 'corrupting' her somehow. Plus, she came back from her break ten minutes late. I'm sure the Bat is giving her a stern talking to right now."

I nodded in understanding. That didn't surprise me, although I found it odd that apparently Sonia found Sue Ellen's happiness "corrupting." I said, "Thanks for the scoop. I wish there was something I could do to help her, but I don't know what that is."

Lori's hands were back at her sides. "I think it's best you should stay out of it. But I should give you fair warning, since I don't think you know just how upset the Bat can get. I fully expect her to come charging at you in a few minutes like, well, a Bat out of hell."

I grinned at the word play. "That would be fitting. But don't worry, I can handle myself." I suddenly turned around and stood up. From the corner of my eye, I'd noticed someone staring at me the whole time Lori and I had been talking, and I wanted to see who it was. I found myself staring at the other waitress, who by simple process of elimination had to be Dolly. At least I thought she was, because she was black-skinned and when I thought of "Dolly" I pictured a white Southern woman like Dolly Parton or Dolly Madison.

I smiled at the very attractive waitress and said, "Hi, I'm Dan. I take it you must be Dolly?"

She looked at me downright fearfully, which surprised me. "Um, yeah, hi. Excuse me, I've got to tend to a customer." She rushed off to a booth with a couple sitting in it.

I sat back down at looked at Lori quizzically. "What was that all about? She looked afraid of me or something."

"That's because she is," Lori said. "You have no idea how your legend has grown here in recent days. I'm not too worried around you anymore because I'm married and I've very much in love with my great husband. But Dolly, she's only got a boyfriend. Plus, it's pretty obvious that she's exactly your type."

"What do you mean? How could you possibly know what type I like?"

"Because Sue Ellen can't stop talking about you and your exploits. She loves to emphasize how you seduce the very most busty and beautiful women around. Emphasis on 'busty.' And Dolly certainly is that."

I took another look at Dolly as she interacted with customers. I hadn't gotten much of a look at her yet, since I hadn't seen her earlier and then I only talked to her for a few seconds before she rushed off. Upon closer inspection, she was a remarkably busty and beautiful, as well as bigger and taller than average. She looked a lot like a supersized Halle Berry, especially because she had a very similar short hairdo. If anything, she was even more curvaceous and stacked than that very physically impressive star.

She was eye candy for sure, but I couldn't stare too long with Lori expecting me to speak. So I turned back and said, "Okay, I see your point. She's definitely my type, but then again I think she would be any straight man's type, especially if they appreciate womanly curves. By the way, what's up all the exceptionally buxom AND beautiful waitresses here? I know waitresses are usually attractive, since customers like that and it leads to better tips and such. But it's like Mama Mia's takes it to a new level. This place could practically out Hooters Hooters."

Lori nodded. "I know what you mean. We've all noticed it too. According to the 'old timers,' it wasn't always that way, but it started to change when the Bat took over three years ago. And it's really changed in the last year or so. Every new waitress that gets hired - and they're all women, by the way - seems to be more buxom and beautiful than the last. Dolly is a case in point. She's a new hire from the start of summer, just like Sue Ellen."

I wanted to ask just how busty Dolly was, but I figured that would be impolite. A rough guess put her in the E-cup range, but it was hard to tell since she was also rather tall and I only got a few looks at her from across the restaurant.

I asked, "Why do you think that is?"

Lori furrowed her brow. "We don't know, since none of us are exactly chummy with Ms. Bitchy. Excuse me, Ms. Bossi." She rolled her eyes, showing that wasn't a slip-up, nor was it an accident that she pronounced the name "Bossy." "But it's concerning, because she talks about the restaurant being in the red, and in the year I've been here, it seems that talk is getting more frequent and more serious. We speculate that she's getting as blatant as she can with the sex appeal to help turn things around. She makes a lot of comments about how all men are pigs and only think with their dicks, so if you're being cynical with that attitude, it would make sense to pick looks over talent."

"So does that mean the new waitresses aren't as good at their jobs?"

"Sorry, I didn't mean to imply that. They're fine. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to be a good waitress, and it's mostly about being friendly and charming. Most of us have got that in spades. Frankly, this is a good job as far as waitressing goes. With those Hooters-type places, you get a lot of ogling and even groping, and the pay isn't really any better. There are plenty of very pretty college-aged girls keen to make money waitressing, and the Bat takes full advantage of that to pick just the type she wants. The only big downside is our bitchy and demanding boss, but we all kind of stick up for each other against her, so she's not that bad."

I found that very interesting. Hearing that the restaurant was "in the red" certainly would help me with my organic menu idea and other improvement ideas. I said, "Thanks for that scoop. By the way, don't you need to do some waitressing at some point?"

She chuckled. "Good point." She took out her pad and pen. "What would you like?"

"I'm not talking about me. I mean the other customers."

Lori looked around. Paula was back. To my pleasant surprise, Sue Ellen was back too, and talking to a customer. "Nah. We're fine. This is about as dead as it gets. This is when we're given busy work to keep us from getting bored. Frankly, I prefer talking to you to cleaning up."

I said, "Oh. In that case, maybe you can explain why Dolly is afraid of me, 'cos I still don't understand that."

She put her pad away again. "Ah. Well, Dolly is fine with the customers, but she can get very... shy about personal things. That's another thing about us waitresses here. I think the Bat specifically looks for docile and young girls, because they're easier to push around. Dolly is one of those types who is easily intimidated by powerful, dominant people, so of course she's intimidated by you."

"Hold on." I held my hands up like I was under arrest. "Do I look like a 'powerful' or 'dominant' guy? I was trying to stress to you earlier that I'm just an ordinary, average guy who's gotten very lucky with women lately, probably mostly due to my looks and my wife's new attitude about sharing. Can you please tell Dolly that I don't bite?"

"I can try, but like I was saying, you don't know how the legend of Dan Cooper has been growing day by day. You do seem like a pretty normal guy to me, but then again maybe it's just that I haven't seen you in your seduction mode. Have you see 'The Matrix?'"

"Yeah. Good movie."

"Right. Remember how Morpheus offers Neo the choice of the red pill or the blue pill?"


"Some of us kind of look at you like that."

"Huh?! You really need to explain. I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Well, if Sue Ellen is to be believed, you're like the red pill in that you have the ability to blow our minds and show us an entirely new world. Except in your case it's the world of almost unimaginable sexual pleasure. But it comes at a cost, of falling into submission and maybe even total sexual slavery, like Sue Ellen has. In the same way, Neo is offered the truth, but there's a big cost to that. So that's scary."

I frowned. "I think that's an absurd comparison, for all sorts of reasons. For starters, I'm not pushing anyone to be submissive or the like. But what do you think? Who came up with that comparison anyway?"

Lori admitted, "I did. So yeah, I do think it's fitting. I'm pretty sure there are sexual pleasures many times greater than what ordinary people with ordinary sex lives ever experience. But I want to experience all that with my husband and nobody else. Since you've come along and made me think about these things I've decided to look into the Kama Sutra and books like that and try some new things instead of being complacent about it."

I smiled. "Good for you! I think that's great. That's a wonderful attitude, and your husband is one lucky guy. Why don't you share that idea with Dolly, and get her to try new things with her boyfriend, if she's feeling tempted by the idea of 'almost unimaginable sexual pleasures?'"

"Well, I don't know if she is or not. She's so shy about personal stuff that I have no idea what she's thinking. I'm just speculating in general about why she might be scared about you. You've created quite a stir." She looked around. "By the way, I should probably go and at least make a pretense of doing some work. Paula is giving me the stink eye."

"Ah. Okay. By the way, speaking of Paula, I gather she's kind of Sonia's minion?"

"Yeah, one of them. Luckily, there aren't many, but unfortunately they always seem to be ones in charge whenever the Bat is in her cave. Anyway, I've gotta go. It's been interesting."

I smiled at her in a friendly way. "Yeah, it has. Thanks for sharing with me and not treating me like a leper. I really think that the more you get to know me, the more you'll realize that I'm not to be feared whatsoever. And then hopefully you can pass that along to Dolly and the others."

She gave me a curious look. "So... are you saying then that you wouldn't be interested in seducing her? She is quite a looker."

I had to be careful in answering that. "As the saying goes, I wouldn't kick her out of bed for eating crackers. But my life has exploded into craziness in the past few weeks. I've got my hands full and then some with the women in my life already. I can honestly say to you that I have no interest right now in getting sexually involved with anybody new right now, and that includes her. The rumors are true that I have a wife and four 'sex slaves.'" I made mocking air quotes as I said "sex slaves."

Lori was kind enough to try and stifle her laugh by coughing once into her hand, but her attitude told me she thought the idea of me "suffering" to keep up with that many sexually demanding women was the exact opposite of a problem. Her eyes twinkled mirthfully at my embarrassment of riches when it came to sexual opportunities.

I did my best Han Solo impression as I told her, "Laugh it up, fuzzball!"

She laughed some more, obviously catching the Star Wars reference.

I continued, "Seriously, it's a real problem. The bottom line is that I love them all and I want to treat them right. Each of them are as great as Sue Ellen is, in their own ways. I don't even know if having five lovers at once is possible for anybody, to do it right, that is, with enough love and attention for everybody. So to get involved with others at this point would almost be sheer madness."

She considered that, and then said, "Thanks for that. The more I talk to you, the more reassured I get. I think the Bat is wrong about you, and Sue Ellen is a lucky girl, even with all the sharing. I hope it works out for all of you."

"Thanks." I smiled at her again. "I really appreciate that."

Lori left after a few words of good-bye. I took my laptop out and turned it on.

But before my computer could even finish booting up, Sue Ellen saw I was free and came rushing over to me. She was mindful of my instructions to avoid any intimate contact with me within the restaurant, so she didn't try to hug or kiss me. She did stand there at attention, like a sexy soldier on parade, with her posture stiff and her bra-less breasts proudly thrust forward as if inviting me to inspect them. I hoped nobody else paid attention to that.

She said, "Master, I have to warn you! The Bat is on the warpath! She totally chewed me out, for like ten minutes, about all kinds of things!"

I asked, "Was it about you being late?"

"Funnily enough, she did mention that, but that was practically the least of her concerns. She... oh SHIT! There she is, coming at us!"

I turned towards the back of the restaurant, and sure enough, Sonia was strutting towards the two of us, looking very pissed off. I muttered to Sue Ellen, "Go! Go back to being a productive waitress. I'll handle this."

Sue Ellen whispered, "But Master! You're my master. I HAVE to stay and help you!"

Once again, I was very impressed by her loyalty. But I felt this was a problem I had to face on my own, so I told her, "Then help me by showing her how good a waitress you can be. That's an order. Go!"

"Yes, Master." She was sad and frustrated she couldn't help, but she walked off.

Right as she did, Sonia came walking up to me. She stopped in front of my booth and put her hands on her hips. She was so hot with anger that it looked like steam would pour out of her ears, though of course none did.

She just glared at me for some long, awkward moments, looking exactly like she was contemplating whether she should punch me in the jaw or not. Finally, she hissed through clenched teeth, "YOU!"

I remained poker-faced and just nodded.

"You! You're back!"

"Indeed I am. I told you I would be. And you indicated you weren't going to kick me out for the rest of the day."

"Yeah, but that was before this latest outrage! You... you... mind rapist!"

"Excuse me?!"

She pointed at me accusingly. "You heard me. Yes, that's what you are, a mind rapist! What you did should be a crime, you scumbag! You sicko! You piece of human FILTH! You're a menace, a serious menace!"

I stayed in my seat and tried to remain patient. "Please, more explaining and less name-calling. What the hell did I do?!"

"You know what you did!" Her pointing finger practically touched my nose. "You had sex with Sue Ellen on her break! In MY parking lot!"

I realized I was in tricky waters, since that was exactly what happened. But I tried to bluff it out. "Maybe we did, maybe we didn't."

Before I could say more, she exploded, "Don't play games with me! I know you did, because she confessed to everything! The oral sex, the nudity, the... the... deep throating... all of it! And worse, she was proud and defiant about all of it! She practically rubbed it in my face. And that's YOUR fault!"

She started poking at my nose again. "You took a perfectly kind and good young woman and corrupted her into some kind of... sexual deviant! That's why you're a mind rapist! You've literally raped her mind!"

I looked around. Luckily, I could only see three booths occupied with customers, and none of them were nearby or seemed to be paying attention. However, all the waitresses - Sue Ellen, Lori, Dolly, and Paula - were staring with interest at Sonia and me like we were in a boxing ring and about to duke it out.

I spoke quietly, "Before you start screaming 'rape' even louder, would you please calm yourself and sit down? Don't make a public scene in your own restaurant and scare off your other customers!"

She huffed, "Fine!" and sat in the booth on the other side of me.

I was silent for a few moments, hoping that might give her some time to start to calm down. But she was intently staring daggers at me, so I decided I'd better start talking before she resumed her ranting. "First off, I strongly object to being called a 'rapist' in a public place."

"I didn't call you a 'rapist,' I called you a 'mind rapist.' It's pretty much just as bad, but technically, it's not crime. You've corrupted and perverted that wonderful, innocent girl! She shows NO shame at your parking lot antics. Instead, she blatantly defies me, telling me she would do it all over just the same, even if I caught you two and called the police! What have you done to her?! You've indoctrinated her worse than the worst cults!"

I tried to take an unusual tack. "Let me ask you this: does she seem happy? Happier than you've ever seen her?"

That brought Sonia up short. It was obvious she didn't want to admit the truth, but fortunately for me she was too scrupulously honest to just brazenly lie to my face. "Yes, I suppose," she grudgingly agreed. "Not that I've known her that long though."

"Maybe even happier than you've ever seen anyone?"

Sonia just glared at me, with her arms folded under her breasts. I was certain she would answer that affirmatively, but she was unwilling to do so. However, she was unwilling to resort to bald-faced lying. Instead, she just glowered at me and curled her lip in distaste.

I waited a decent interval to make sure she wasn't going to answer me, and then said, "A-ha! Your silence is telling. I make her very happy. How is that a bad thing?"

She leaned towards me aggressively, "First off, I'll have to look it up, but I'm sure sex in a car one someone else's private property is some kind of crime, probably an act of public indecency. But even setting that aside, happiness is not always a good thing, in and of itself. If a heroin user shoots up, I'm sure that would make him or her very happy. Then overdose and death! I'm not sure what you're doing to her, but it's like the heroin of perverted sex! She's giving up all her morality and decency for another fix of your, your... whatever!" She glanced sourly in the direction of my crotch, though the table was in the way.

She concluded, "But it's not real."

I responded, "Is love real? Should we call her over here and ask her if I really love her, and if she really loves me?"

Sonia rolled her eyes. "Please, dear God, NO! If I have to hear her get all moony over how much she supposedly loves you one more time, I'll barf! I'll concede that she THINKS she loves you, but she's wrong. Dead wrong! She 'loves' you in the way teen girls have crushes on famous pop stars or rock stars. Just because you're so fucking handsome and sexually... whatever," - she waved a dismissive hand in my general direction - "she's in some kind of puppy love adoration phase. And you take full advantage and use her for your perverted sexual pleasures! 'Love?' HA! Please. She 'loves' you like a heroin junkie loves his or her next fix. That's IT!"

She continued, heatedly, "And I'm seeing her fall apart right before my eyes, and I'm helpless to stop it! Do you have any ideas how fucking frustrating that is?! Look, I try not to show favorites, but she's one of my favorite waitresses, okay? Everybody likes her; everybody thinks she's sweet. So you can't expect me to just stand by and let you mind rape her into total sexual debauchery!"

I sighed heavily. "How am I going to get you off this whole ridiculous 'mind rape' thing? Your heroin example is totally ridiculous, and here's why."

I spent the next minute or two trying to explain the difference between a chemical addiction to hard drugs and the joy of love and great sex. But clearly, I wasn't getting through. Worse, I got the feeling that there was nothing I could say to change her opinion, at least not when she was this upset.

So I gave up. "Look. It's clear that you're pissed. I don't think this is a good time to bash this out. Can we come back to this, after a cooling off period? Why don't we talk about my suggestions for your restaurant, like we were earlier? Did you give what I said any more consideration?"

"I did, and I'll admit you might have a slight point. Emphasis on 'might.' But there's no way I'm willing to talk to you about that or anything else while you're in the middle of mind raping poor Sue Ellen! That would be like chatting to a Satanist about the weather while fully knowing he's about to go off to take part in some ghastly human sacrifice ritual! To even give such a person the decency of a casual conversation is almost an act of complicity!"

I gave her an annoyed look. "Gee, do you always get this ridiculously over the top? I'll have you know that we're only sacrificing a goat this time, not a human."

She stared at me with a sour frown. After a long pause, she said, "I take it that's a joke. Ha ha."

I pulled at my collar like Rodney Dangerfield. "It was an attempt. Tough crowd. Yikes. Anyway, I don't see the point of arguing with you right now, because whatever I say, you're going to turn it against me. Can you just abide by your earlier agreement and leave me alone for the rest of the day?"

"FINE!" she huffed. "But don't think I'm going to let this car sex thing stand. Sue Ellen is THIS CLOSE to getting fired!" She showed a tiny gap between her thumb and index finger. "The only reason I haven't fired her already is that I feel like I have some responsibility to save her from the clutches of you, the human sex monster!"

I tried to joke again, even though I knew that would go over like a lead balloon. "Thanks for the compliment. I suppose that's marginally better than 'mind rapist.'"

"Compliment? You wish! I would rather eat an entire box of nails than give YOU a compliment!"

"Uh-oh! You'd better go to the hardware store then, because a couple of minutes ago you called me 'fucking handsome.' That sounds like a compliment to me."

That shocked her and left her mouth gaping like a beached fish. "I... I... fuck! Look, that's not a compliment; that's just a fact. It's no accomplishment. It's just the luck of the genetic draw. They say Stalin was handsome in his younger days, but he was still a monster. Just like YOU!"

With that, she stood up and started to leave.

But before she could get free from the booth, I said, "Go if you want, but we're not done here. I strongly object to this 'mind rapist' crap, and I'm going to convince you otherwise. Furthermore, I know my business ideas are good, and I know you know it too. I'm confident that we're going to work together on that because it would make too much sense not to."

She threw her hands in the air and glared up at the ceiling, as if calling on God to give her more patience. "ARRGH! Why me?! Why this restaurant?! Why not go harass someone else?! I hate you so fucking much!"

She gave me one final nasty look and then stomped off back to her office.

I sat back in my seat and exhaled with relief. She was so pissed off that I had been on edge, fearful that she'd do something drastic, maybe even punching me.

Phew! Close call! Again. Damn, she's one angry woman. It really sucks that Sue Ellen confessed to the fucking in the Pussymobile. I wasn't anticipating Sonia knowing about that, but in retrospect I can see that was probably way too optimistic on my part. And, unfortunately, as the owner of this restaurant, she does have good reason to be pissed at me and Cupcake for fucking in her parking lot. We should have at least driven somewhere else to have our fun. Damn! I keep wanting to make things better with Sonia, but I only end up making things worse. I guess I can't help myself when it comes to sex with my adorable vixen.

Worse, I can see where she's coming from with this whole "mind rapist" thing. She has a point there, from a certain perspective, if one doesn't know the full story. At first glance, it seems beyond outrageous that anyone would willingly call themselves someone's sex slave and want to be in a harem. So it's logical for her to conclude that I must be manipulating Cupcake with mind control or something like that. It can't be real love. But it is, and more! It's a great relationship. But how can I convince her of that? She's so dead against me that I honestly don't think she'll be persuaded by anything I say.

Which means someone else needs to talk to her. Hmmm.... I put my thinking cap on and considered my options.

Sue Ellen came by less than a minute after Sonia left. Not surprisingly, she'd stood close by and listened to the entire argument between Sonia and me. Even the remaining customers had left or were leaving, so she wasn't distracted like she'd been during my earlier argument with Sonia.

Unfortunately, that meant the other waitresses also heard or at least saw most of the exchange. I worried that if Dolly was afraid of me previously, she probably was terrified of me now, with all the "mind rapist" talk.

Sue Ellen and I commiserated. Not surprisingly, Sue Ellen wanted to take some kind of strong action against Sonia for insulting me and treating me as she did. But I told her to just sit tight and trust me. I explained that I had a plan and everything was under control. She was chomping at the bit, but she agreed to play it my way, at least for now.

Then I had her watch my laptop for a few minutes while I went outside to make a phone call. I could have easily done it within the restaurant, but I didn't want anyone to eavesdrop.

Standing in the parking lot, I called Mindy and had Cindy listen in on speakerphone. I gave them a detailed run down of everything that happened between Sonia and me, with a particular emphasis on this most recent argument. Then I came to my suggestion, which was that Cindy should come in and have a talk with Sonia.

They were very surprised to hear that, most especially Cindy. They wanted to know why.

I explained, "Sonia thinks Sue Ellen is a silly, impressionable girl who is being expertly manipulated by me, the seductive older and more worldly wise man. Note how she likened her to a teenybopper infatuated with some pop idol. Cin, if you were to come here and reveal how you feel the same way about me as Sue Ellen does, despite you having been married and divorced and raised a child and so on, that'll make it much harder for her to stick with this 'brainwashed like a cult member' way of thinking."

Cindy said, "I can see that, I suppose. Although, I must admit I wouldn't exactly relish talking to her. She'll bite my head off! But I'll do it for you, Master. For you and Sue Ellen."

Mindy said, "Now, hold on. Honey, I like your thinking. I completely agree that she needs to hear from someone other than you, since she's gotten so very biased against you. But I propose that both Cindy AND I come in to talk to her together. The effect you're trying to get with Cindy will potentially double with me there too."

I had objections to that, but after some more discussion I was convinced. I agreed that Mindy and Cindy should drop in together for a chat with the Bat. Furthermore, Mindy explained that she could easily come up with an excuse to have the two of them leave the office on a supposed errand, and none of her coworkers would be the wiser. So they made plans to show up later in the afternoon.

My only caveat was that they had to be extremely careful not to mention Michelle's or Ruby's names, just in case Sonia was able to piece things together later when she might be able to learn more and figure out the incest. They agreed that was a very good idea and they weren't about to mention those names anyway.

With that sorted out, I went back to my booth and tried to settle down and do some actual work on my laptop. The whole day had been one thing after another, either errands, discussions, or sex, so it was after 2:30 in the afternoon before I could even begin working.

Unfortunately, I quickly discovered that I was too mentally frazzled to do any writing. The latest argument with Sonia had especially rattled me. But luckily, I still had the task of sorting out what should be censored from my novel. I'd made a lot of progress with that yesterday, but I still had more than half of the task to do, and I felt time pressure so I could e-mail Nicky the censored version and give her something nice to read during her Hawaii down time.

This was just the sort of thing I needed to do to help calm down and get my mind off Sonia and other issues. Selecting the text to be censored took all my concentration, but didn't require me to be creative. Even on distraction-free days, sometimes I just couldn't get in the right creative mood.

I appreciated the fact that I was left alone for a while. Sue Ellen came by to tell me that she was going to deliberately stay away from me, because she saw I was trying to work on my laptop and she didn't want to be an all too sexy distraction for me. She also mentioned that she was still "flying high" due to being "caressed and controlled" by her Silken Bondage. But other than that brief visit, she stuck to leaving me be.

Curiously, Paula continued to avoid me. I had yet to have any direct interaction with her. And from time to time I looked around and made eye contact with Dolly, but she'd get very flustered and immediately look away. It seemed clear to me that she was still afraid of me. Plus, there was no further sign of Sonia. I was very glad and relieved, because even just thinking about her caused my blood pressure to rise and my muscles to tense up.

That just left Lori. She was the one who waited on me, but she also seemed to appreciate that I mostly wanted to be left alone to work, so she only came over if I hailed her to get a drink refill or something like that.

As a result, I was able to make good progress on my marking of material to be censored for the next hour or so.

Then, right at four o'clock, Mindy and Cindy came in. To my surprise, they only stopped by to talk to me for less than a minute. They said they had no time to waste because they didn't want to get in trouble for playing hooky from work, and we'd talk later. With Sue Ellen showing them the way, they went into the back of the restaurant, presumably to confront Sonia in her "Bat Cave."

I went back to my censoring work, but I must admit that I had a harder time of it. I kept getting distracted, wondering what was being discussed in Sonia's office. Adding to the mystery was the fact that Sue Ellen didn't return, which meant she had joined the meeting too. Nonetheless, I plowed ahead with my work as best I could.

I thought Mindy and Cindy would only have a short discussion with Sonia, maybe five or ten minutes' worth. But half an hour passed and they still weren't done! I calculated that was more time than all my interactions with Sonia combined. I grew more distracted the more time passed without them returning, until I pretty much gave up entirely on the censoring. I was sorely tempted to get up and at least get closer to where the meeting was. I couldn't hear anything, and I wondered if I would be able to hear shouting if I got closer.

Finally, Mindy, Cindy, and Sue Ellen came out together. Sue Ellen immediately got back to her waitressing because it was almost five o'clock and more customers were coming in. Min and Cin walked up to me with big smiles on their faces.

I stood up and eagerly asked, "How did it go?"

Mindy cryptically replied, "Good, I think. But I can't talk now. I've gotta get back before five o'clock or people will start to notice I'm gone." With that, she resumed walking past me. But, knowing I'd be frustrated by that short reply, she turned back to say, "Call me on my cell phone once I get in the car. We'll talk more then." And then she was gone.

Needless to say, I was outside and eager to call a few minutes later. I would have moved even faster, except I had to shut down my laptop and put my things away. I figured I'd lost my momentum and it was time to go home soon anyway, since we would have a window to talk to Nicky in the next hour or two. I also took time to say good-bye to Sue Ellen and Lori.

After putting my laptop bag away in the minivan, I gave Mindy a call while sitting in the driver's seat. "Okay, Sweetheart, lay it on me. What the hell happened in that long meeting?"

Mindy snickered. "There you are. I'll bet you're dying of curiosity to hear what we ladies talked about."

"Yes, I am."

"As well you may be."

I growled, "If you don't start talking, you'll be dying soon too!"

She chuckled. "Okay, okay. It's so tempting to tease you and draw this out, and revel in my smirky delight, but I don't want to be cruel. In short, we had a... let's call it a productive meeting. Yes, there was some vigorous back and forth, and even some yelling, but I think we made some progress. Sonia still hates you, of course, but I think we cleared up some misconceptions about a few things. For instance, she's promised to try not to call you a 'mind rapist' anymore."

"Really?! I'm amazed. I half expected that to end in a literal bloodbath!"

She chuckled again. "Well, you're not that far off. Things were pretty heated nearly the entire time. There were moments when I worried she was going to up and sock me."

"A-ha! So it's not just me. I've felt that way with her too, more than once."

"Yeah, she's a feisty one. But it helped that we were three on one. She put up a good fight, but we kind of steamrolled her with our numbers and our passion."

"So what the hell did you actually talk about all that time?"

"Sex, mostly."

My heart leapt to my throat. I honestly couldn't believe it. "You're kidding me! Sweetheart, this isn't the time for joking."

"Honey, I'm totally serious. Think about it. Sex is the root of her anger towards you, from the under the table fun to you fucking Sue Ellen in the Pussymobile today. We had to disabuse her of the notion that you're some kind of voodoo doctor who magically put Sue Ellen in some mind control spell or something. Cindy and I vouched that you are in fact a total sex stud and incredible orgasm creation machine, not to mention an all around nice and loving guy. There's no smoke and mirrors. Sue Ellen is smiling from ear to ear and floating on Cloud Nine because you've made her that way with great sex and lots of love."

I tried to say something, but no words came out. I was literally left speechless. I had a very hard time imagining such things being discussed with Sonia, of all people.

Min continued, "She fought tooth and nail, because she likes to see you as a 'mind raping' monster. But we had the facts on our side and she was talking out of her ass. Obviously, we know what goes on behind closed doors, and she doesn't. And with all three of us saying the same thing, that pretty much blew away her attempt to portray you as the big bad wolf eating up Sue Ellen, the innocent little lamb."

I exhaled with relief. "Thank God for all that! That's great news!"

Mindy said, "Not exactly. She really wants to hate you. And just because we knocked down most of her arguments, I get the feeling that we didn't change her opinion that much. In fact, I'm not sure, but she might hate you even more."

"More?! How is that possible?"

There was a pause before Mindy said, "It's hard to explain. Think about some rich blue blood kid who has it all: top grades, great at sports, the hottest girlfriend, and so on. It pisses you off that he has every advantage. Then you find out that he's actually a really nice person and gives half his money to charity and does all kinds of selfless stuff. Wouldn't it somehow piss you off even more? In such an unjust world, how can everything be so perfect for that one guy?"

I chuckled. "I suppose so. I can see that logic, anyway."

She explained, "I think it's like that with her. She wants to be able to easily demonize and pigeonhole you as the ultimate male sexist pig. The fact that she can't is driving her up the wall!"

"So what should I do about it? I'm trying to get her to calm down enough to where I can work in Mama Mia's without worrying about a dagger in my back. To be honest, I have some ideas that I think could really help improve her restaurant and I'd like to help see them implemented. But I don't know if she and I are even capable of having a reasonable conversation at this point."

Mindy said, "I don't know about that part. I think this meeting we just had helped, but now the ball is back in your court. Maybe if you keep going there most every day and generally behave like a nice, normal guy, she'll cool down. By the way, it would help if you don't take Sue Ellen back to the Pussymobile and fuck her within an inch of her life!" She snickered.

"Awwww. Unfortunately, you're right about that, but I don't know if I can restrain myself. We had a really amazing time."

"So I gathered. Your Cupcake was simply glowing. Trust me, I know what a well-fucked woman looks like, and she had that look well over an hour later. But we'll have to talk about that and other matters later. Cindy's driving the car and we've just gotten back to the office. We'll see you at home in a little while, okay?"

The call ended shortly thereafter, once we said the usual good-byes and I love yous.

I started up the minivan and began to drive home. Boy, what a day. At least I did some errands and got a little bit of work done. Now it's out of the frying pan and into the fire, because I've gotta go back home to speak with Nicky on video, which means having to get past the gauntlet of the Gruesome Twosome. I'm sure they're going to make some sort of sexy trouble for me, because of course they will. Already, I can't wait for this sex boycott to be over!

I drove home with a half-hard boner that was equal parts anticipation and trepidation for what I'd find waiting for me when I arrived.

NOTE: Thanks to the suggestions and corrections of IBT, Ecchi Spud, and Concerned, and the reformatting of Sam.I.am.

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