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Captured by Ann and Capturing Ann by R.D. A Routin
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A Routine Established - October 1977
In the space of four months time Ann had totally
transformed the routines of my life. For one thing Ann had
completed the hiring and staffing of our office. She had also
set me up with a personal staff at home. We had located new
office space which was being renovated to our specifications
and Ann had several real estate brokers calling with leads on a
new apartment. Ann also seemed determined to indulge my
voyeuristic bent and to create a stimulating environment which
also supported my business ventures. Our personal
relationship, however, had not developed. We had no
experiences to repeat what occurred that day in June on Ann's
terrace.
In my office I presided over a staff of four. Ann of
course was the second in command. Allie was our receptionist
and directed incoming phone calls. She also handled clerical
jobs as assigned by Ann.
Jodi was our bookkeeper/controller. Jodi was
responsible for managing the flow of funds, handling the
banking relationships as well as making sure that stock trades
were verified and cleared. Jodi was about twenty-six with more
than shoulder length golden brown hair and blue-green eyes.
She had a great pair of long legs. She was in excellent shape
and had medium size breasts.
Maria was our financial analyst. She was of Spanish
extraction with long black hair. She was fair. Of all my
employees she was the only one who might be said to be a few
pounds over her ideal weight. She had large breasts--easily a
D-cup--although not quite as busty as Ann. She was about 5'4".
All of my staff were easily being paid between double
and triple the going rate as they had all been introduced to the
special requirements of their employment. As the need to deal
with third parties increased, we had established what we called
our Tuesday/Thursday routine.
What was involved? We did our best to schedule our
meetings with third parties and other outside guests for
Mondays, Wednesdays or Fridays. During those days we were
probably indistinguishable from most other operations of
comparable size. Tuesdays and Thursdays were special dress
days. This meant that all of my employees were, at a minimum,
topless. Allie kept a sweater hung over the back of her chair in
the reception area so that if someone buzzed the door, she
could quickly cover up and deal with the visitor. The rest of us
were in the back area and were not accessible to guests in the
reception area.
We had been following this routine for a number of
weeks when, one Tuesday morning, Ann came in to my office.
"Bob, we need to talk."
"What's up?"
Ann was absolutely naked. She and Jodi tended to
wear nothing on Tuesday's and Thursday's while Maria usually
kept some sort of lower garment on. Allie always did as she
had to be available to answer the door.
"I want to deal with a problem. I don't know if you
realize it, but having everybody walk around without their
clothes on Tuesdays and Thursdays has created an
atmosphere where there is a lot of sexual tension."
"I am not unaffected by that, either" I said.
"Well I think we have to deal with it" said Ann.
"What do you have in mind?" I asked.
"Bob, I want you to trust me on this. We need to let
everyone else come to their own conclusions about what to
do."
"And" she added "today is probably a good day for you
to join the crowd insofar as going without clothes is
concerned."
On several occasions I had decided to be reassuring to
our staff by not wearing clothes on a given Tuesday or
Thursday, but that was the exception, not the rule. Today I had
not thought to take my stuff off, but sensing that Ann had
something in mind, I decided to play along." I hung my things
up in the closet. Ann gave me a smile and said she wanted to
call a staff meeting at 2:00 in my office. I agreed.
I worked at my desk all day and around 1:00 Ann
brought in sandwiches that had been ordered in and
intercepted by Allie.
At 2:00 my troupe started to filter in to my office. Maria
was the first to arrive. Today, as was the facon du jour, she
was wearing red shorts and sandals. She also was wearing red
lipstick. Her ample breasts bounced gently as she settled in to
one of the chairs in front of my desk. I came out from behind
my desk and settled into one of my armchairs. This would give
everyone the opportunity to be seated more or less in a circle
which I thought would facilitate conversation.
Jodi and Allie walked in together. Allie was wearing a
crocheted skirt that was not tightly knit and through its weave
one could see that her panties were of the same beige color as
her skirt. Jodi wore a gold chain around her middle which
rested just above her hips. Other than her sandals, that was it.
Ann came in a few minutes later and took a seat on the
floor just to my right. She sat cross-legged and started to
speak pretty quickly.
"I thought it would be a good idea for us to have a staff
meeting today, and I asked Bob if that were O.K. because I
wanted to make sure that we got an issue out in the open."
Everyone was paying attention.
Ann continued: "Let's be frank about this. We are
probably the only office in New York, maybe the whole country,
where we go about our business undressed."
"I think I told each of you when you came to work here
that part of what we have to do is be here to make Bob happy.
Happy with our work and happy that we are working for him,
and part of that is to make it interesting for him to look at us."
"What I was unsure about is how each of us would react
to our unique dress code. But it has become obvious to me that
we are getting less accomplished on Tuesdays and Thursdays
than I thought, considering that it is unusual for our work to be
interrupted by outside visitors."
"I think I know what the issue is. Each of us is finding
our and each other's nakedness distracting. Like you Maria."
As one everyone looked at Maria while Ann continued:
"It has been obvious to me that you can't keep your hands away
from your nipples. I see you constantly flicking them and
teasing them." Maria blushed furiously.
"And you too, Jodi. Don't think we don't know what is
happening when you disappear to the ladies room for half
hours at a time."
"As for you Allie, my little squirming devil, your set of
ben wa balls certainly animates you on these days."
There was a look of embarrassment mixed with
astonishment at Ann's articulation of what we had all noticed
but not commented on.
I looked at Ann. She had paused for effect and was now
starting to continue. I noticed at that moment that the middle
finger of her right hand had started to tease apart the smooth
lips of her sex.
"And don't think I am exempted from our sexy
atmosphere" Ann stated. "I find myself often sitting at my desk
almost ready to pass out from what is happening here." As she
spoke she became more conspicuous in her caressing herself--
one hand now dipping inside and the other kneading her left
breast.
"I think we ought to recognize that we are getting
turned on and we ought to set aside a time and place on each
Tuesday and Thursday where we deal with this sexual tension,
resolve it and then get on with our work."
I looked over at Maria who, as Ann had suggested, had
both hands cupping each of her breasts and was squeezing
and massaging them to her own tempo.
Jodi was just looking at each of her fellow workers in
turn and Allie was looking straight at me.
I of course was not unaffected. Ann's little speech
coupled with her acts had left me with a strong erection. It felt
to me as if all my energies were concentrated in this engorged
member that was fighting to pull away from my groin.
Ann pointed out my predicament: "It even has this effect
on Bob and I don't think it healthy if we don't deal with these
things."
With that pronouncement Ann rose to her knees and
then, swiftly scooted between my legs taking my cock in her
hand as I remained seated in my armchair. Holding my penis
pointed upwards towards my stomach, she started cat-like to
lick my scrotum. Very gently, she sucked each of my testicles
into her warm mouth. Ann protracted this bit of play and while
she was doing this I could feel each of her breasts resting on
my thighs and knees.
Ann's actions seemed to license the rest of the group to
act. Maria was now lying on the floor, on her stomach, with one
hand manipulating her breasts and the other reaching behind
her back to get access to her clitoris from rear. Jodi and Allie
were seated next to each other nuzzling each other, each with
their hands in the others lap.
Ann had now moved to take my cock in her mouth. With
one hand maintaining its stimulation of my balls. She moved her
head up and down engulfing me in and then releasing me from
the wet warmth of her mouth. Occasionally, I would feel her
tongue swoop around me as well. Her rhythm was slow,
languorous, and deliberate. I looked down at her and our
gazes locked as I smiled. I could not stand this exquisite
attention too long and I felt the gathering energy that was about
to be discharged. Ann shifted her position slightly and
deepened the extent to which she was able to draw me into her
mouth. That was enough to open the logjam and I felt myself
pour into Ann's mouth. Ann would not let me withdraw and I
sensed myself softening and shrinking as the tension was
resolved. I started to draw Ann to me, to reach and caress her
sex, but she was not immediately cooperative.
Each of Maria, Jodi and Allie also seemed to have
achieved their goals and no one was ready to speak. Ann
broke the silence. "We ought to set aside from 1 to 2 on
Tuesdays and Thursdays for this type of get together, and the
rest of the day let's stick to business."
Maria said "good idea" and Allie and Jodi each nodded
their agreement too. "Back to work" Ann said, signalling
everyone to return to their duties. Ann got up to leave to but I
knew I had to speak to her. Not wanting to provoke Maria, Allie
and Jodi to thinking we were talking about them, I decided to
let Ann leave.
At the end of the day, I asked Ann to stay behind to talk
to me for a few minutes. She thought I wanted to talk about her
mid-day initiative.
"Well don't you think I had a good idea?" she asked.
"Ann, as always you know how to go to the heart of my
fantasies, but there is one thing."
"What's that?"
I decided to show Ann rather than tell her, to test the
point. I walked over to where she was standing and placed my
hand under her chin to tilt it up so that I could kiss her. We had
never exchanged this form of intimacy and Ann was not about
to make it easy. She turned her head slightly so that I kissed
her cheek.
I knew then that I had to say what was on my mind,
actually what I had only come to realize that day. "Ann it's not
enough for you to find ways to entertain me, to please me. As
great as that is there needs to be more." The words were now
pouring out from me, uncensored by forethought. "I care about
you, I think about you, you are in all senses my partner here
and you are devoted to me but I want this to be good for you
too. I want to know what you want, what you think, what makes
you feel good. You are not merely an object for me, I want to
hug you, touch you, feel you and know you."
I was taken aback by the force of what I was saying. I
reached for Ann again. This time I felt her melt against me. I
sought her lips and as we kissed, as my tongue met with hers, I
tasted the salt of her tears.
That night we had dinner together. Our intense
lovemaking that evening bound us together in a way that our
prior contacts had not. Our discussion was frank and, for the
first time, intimate.
"I hadn't planned to tell you how I felt Ann, it just poured
out and I am glad it did. You have to know that you have
become the single most important person in my life and you had
to know how I feel. And what you really had to know more than
anything else, is that I care about you."
"That means a lot to me, Bob--more than you probably
realize. I don't know how things between us will change. It's
too much for me to think about now, but there are some things
I do know."
"What's that?"
"When I went to work for you, it was my mission to
excite you, to try and figure out what your fantasies are and to
try and make them come true. I had to try and figure them out
by seeing how you reacted to the different things I tried. In a
sense that was my job. Whatever is happening between us, I
don't want that to change. It pleases me now for different or
maybe additional reasons to continue to try and direct the
tableaux which will capture your imagination and surprise you
too. That won't change. But knowing that you feel something
about me, me and not just my body, is going to make a
difference."
"But, Bob," Ann continued "maybe some day we can
talk about it and maybe some day I'll understand it better but
you have to know that turning you on, and even turning on other
people, is one of the things that I get off on too."
There was no mistaking the fact that evening that our
relationship was changing. Later that night Ann returned with
me to my apartment. In my bedroom, Ann seemed eager to
replay the afternoon's event. I had something else in mind, I
wanted to be giving too, so while not depriving Ann of the
opportunity to bathe my genitals again with her delightful
mouth, I positioned myself to return the favor. Ann had a very
clean and wholesome taste and I found a double reward as I
buried my face between her legs. First, making Ann respond
to me made me feel good, made me feel more equal in the
relationship. The second benefit was that concentrating on
tasting and teasing Ann displaced the focus which would have
otherwise been on her activities on me and prolonged each of
our pleasure. When we were done, Ann snuggled next to me.
She did have one more caution to express: "Bob," she said
"This aspect of our relationship must be kept to ourselves."
She explained,"You cannot let any of the other girls in the office
think that you view me any differently than you view them. If it
is going to work, you have to deal with me in their presence, in
sexual terms, as impersonally as you deal with them." I
understood the wisdom in her statement.
Over the next weeks Ann took charge of planning our
Tuesday and Thursday sessions. After the first few sessions
Ann devised a little game. As each of my staff came into our
playroom (we had put in a fold out couch and some other
comfortable chairs in a spare office) they would draw from a
little bag either one of two blue or red marbles. The two who
drew the red marbles were charged with serving my needs that
day; the two who drew the blue marbles were designated to
relate to each other if they wished or engage in individual
recreation. Ann, Maria and Allie were generally eager to make
love to each other, Jodi did not seem enthusiastic about sex
with other women. In fact the only times she would participate
in that type of activity was an adjunct to being in a threesome
with me.
Home Life and Retail Plans - February 1978
Shortly after the first of the year I moved to a penthouse
duplex condominium in a new highrise that had opened on 71st
Street just off Park Avenue. Ann had moved in to that
apartment as well, taking one of the five bedrooms. Ann had
become sort of a sexual confessor for me. she constantly
asked me how I liked the various scenarios she had established
for me. She was well tapped in to my voyeuristic penchant as I
was to her exhibitionism. I had acknowledged to her that
"fresh" opportunities were always welcome, if not needed and
she promised to keep me always presented with new
opportunities.
Ann had assumed day-to-day responsibility for
managing my household as well as my business for me too. We
had two live in help who shared the responsibility for cleaning,
running household errands and cooking. Clara and Sara were
twin sisters who were from Brazil. They had taken formal
lessons in cooking and were probably well overqualified for
their position. As usual it was Ann's generosity with my salary
and Ann's ability to sense kindred souls that had them working
with me.
Ann had trained them to act as butlers for me. Each
morning either Clara or Sara would wake me, bringing into my
room the morning papers, a glass of freshly squeezed juice, a
roll or muffin and a mug of black coffee. Being woken up each
morning by a beautiful, naked person helped to set a nice tone
for the day. Whoever had wake-up duty would attend me in the
shower or bath, help me get dressed and, from time to time,
relieve a particular tension which may have arisen. About once
every two weeks, Ann would share my bed. On the occasions
when Ann spent the night with me, she would have the benefits
of Clara or Sara's morning assistance; otherwise Ann's meals
were prepared by Clara or Sara but the twins had not other
duties for her.
Ann discovered one problem I was having one morning
when Clara showed up with coffee for me and a pot of tea for
Ann. Actually, I assumed it was Clara as I could not distinguish
between the two sisters. Clara and Sara were each about 5'6"
tall and 23 years old. They had dark complexions, nicely
rounded rears and full breasts which they carried high on their
chests. I mentioned my difficulty distinguishing between Clara
and Sara to Ann.
Ann had a solution for this problem. She asked Clara to
join her in the shower. Ann and Clara lingered in the steamy
shower for about ten minutes. Ann showed Clara how Ann
would carefully soap her pubic area and then, with a safety
razor and a special handheld mirror, she would neatly shave
herself so that below her head, Ann was completely hairfree.
Ann used a scissors to trim the excess of Clara's pubic hair and
then supervised Clara's use of the razor. Ann told Clara that it
was important to keep up with her shaving, as stubble was
unpleasant for her and her companion. As things turned out,
Clara was assiduous in her grooming and I now had a
distinctive way to tell Clara from Sara.
I was at my desk one Friday morning in late February
when Ann came in with one of the look that I had learned meant
that she had something important she wanted to discuss.
"Bob," Ann began. "I have some ideas about that
arcade project you are working on." Ann was referring to a
development project I was working on for a series of stores
that would be located on Northern Boulevard in Rosalyn, on
Long Island. I was renovating a former bowling alley into what I
hoped would be four, upscale stores. Three of the stores were
spoken for by new tenants. One was yet to be leased. I had
undertaken this project on my own, without outside investors.
"Really, what are they?" I asked.
"I'd like it to be a surprise" Ann said. "But I need the
green-light from you, which means you won't see what I'm
doing till its done."
"I would also like to be a partner on this deal. I want
you to give me a 10% interest in the project, but that is only if
you like what I set up for you."
"You want a 10% interest? But you get it only if I like
what you do--O.K." I was in an agreeable mood.
Between February and June when the shops opened,
Ann was very secretive about her dealings with our contractor
and she made the arrangements for the opening of the stores
without consultation with me, often meeting with my contractor
on her own and spending time at the site. I kept myself out of
the loop for several reasons. First, I was ever increasingly
coming to rely on Ann's business skills which were formidable,
and second, I was anxious to discover Ann's surprise.
Retail "Show and Sell" and "Crime and Punishment" -
June 1978
Our store project--we called it Roslyn at its Best--had
been open for about a week when Ann insisted one Saturday
morning that we go take a look at what she had done. "After
all, I need to know whether I am going to be your 10% partner."
I drove us out to Roslyn and pulled up in front of the
stores. I recognized three of the tenants, the fur salon, the
sweater shop and the bath supplies store were all known, but
the fourth, "Vanities" was unknown to me. What's Vanities all
about I asked? Ann smiled and said let's go see.
Ann told me to pull in a space behind the stores which I
did. Ann then led me to a door in the rear of the stores. She
produced a key and we entered. She led me through a narrow
corridor that was about 15' in length. At the end of the corridor
was another locked door. Ann leaned against me and said that
I should try and be quiet. Ann opened the door.
The door opened into a small room. There was a
recliner/lounger in the middle. A small refrigerator and a
telephone console with a bunch of switches. There were five
windows arrayed around the chair, each opening into identical
small rooms with doors beyond each of them. Ann also pointed
out three TV monitors mounted below the telephone console
and she showed me a small handheld video camera that, she
said, was loaded and ready to operate. Ann flipped a switch
and the monitors came to life. The three monitors captured the
inside of the store. As I studied the monitors I realized that
Vanities carried lines of lingerie and swimwear. I then also
realized that Ann had arranged for me to have a centercourt
view of Vanities' dressing rooms. Ann showed me that the
phone console allowed audio monitoring of each dressing room
and that there was also a direct line to the cashier's desk. Ann
told me that I (and she to the extent of 10% if I approved) owned
Vanities. She also told me that she had picked the staff, the
merchandise and had specified the floorplan.
Ann then asked me if I would like to stay in the room for
a couple of hours while she looked in on how the store was
operating. I was anxious to see how things went so I agreed.
Ann showed my that there were soft drinks in the mini-
refrigerator and said she'd be back in a few hours. She told me
that the only way out was as we came in; there was no entrance
from my room into the store. I settled into the armchair and
monitored what was going on in the store.
Ann excused herself and a few minutes later I saw her
enter the store. The staff all seemed to know her.
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