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Captured by Ann and Capturing Ann by R.D. part 13
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Captured by Ann and Capturing Ann
by R.D.
part 13
Commitment and Renewal - August 1988
Ann and I left the lounge in silence and we
headed toward our suite. I was angry and a bit
frustrated. I knew we had not taken things as far
as I would have liked them to go with the
nameless couple we had encountered in the bar.
But more than that, I was not happy that it was
Ann who called a peremptory stop to the
development of this encounter.
We entered our suite and, without
comment, I went to the closet to hang up the
sport jacket I had been wearing. Ann must have
sensed from my manner and look that I was
displeased. "Bob, didn't I do enough tonight? I
fought for you, I displayed myself for you in front
of all those people in the club and I let you
undress me in the middle of the bar downstairs."
I turned to answer Ann and so that she was
seated on the edge of the bed and that her eyes
were red-rimmed with tears brimming. I knew
there was something else going on in her mind.
"Look, Ann, I really don't understand. I
hardly had to twist your arm to do any of those
things and we both know that as much as I like
exhibiting you, you like having people watch and
admire you. So what is this all about?"
Ann did not immediately answer me. She
sat in the edge of the bed, sobbing softly.
Finally, she spoke. "I guess it is because I
wonder sometimes what I am to you.
Sometimes I think you think of me only as a
body or a performer that you can place in
different roles."
My response was not sympathetic. "Ann,
after eleven years you don't know how I feel
about you? No one else has been as much a
part of my life as you have been. You know
that."
And then I took a chance. "Look if being
with me and the life we have worked out together
does not suit you, I'm not holding you back.
You're free to do whatever you want. You've
made enough money with me over the years so
that you never have to work another day in your
life. If our life together is not enough for you,
well then I am not going to hold you back."
Neither I nor Ann could believe what I had
just said. For my part, I could not imagine life
without Ann and the last thing in the world I
would have wanted would have been for Ann to
have said "Fine, I'm leaving." And Ann look
absolutely terrified that I might have meant what
I said.
"No Bob. No Bob. No." Ann answered me.
"I don't think I could bear to be away from you."
I sensed Ann's self-protective reaction as she
seemed to pull herself, at least outwardly,
together. Ann regained a sense of purpose.
"Look Bob, I guess I was thinking a bit too much
about myself." She continued: "You know I only
want to find ways to please you. Forget about
my tantrum. Let me make it up to you."
At that point Ann, who had been sitting on
the edge of the bed, slithered off the end of the
bed, and literally on all fours crawled over to
where I was standing. Now on her knees before
me, Ann grabbed the front of her blouse ripping
it open in one violent tug with the buttons flying
off in different directions. Now bare chested,
she tried to insinuate herself against me and
opening her mouth while tugging at my pants,
she drew me in to her. I leaned back against a
chest of drawers and remained standing while
Ann kneeled before me. Feeling a profound
sense of power, uncharacteristically I found
myself grabbing Ann by the hair and back of her
head and I took over control of the rhythm with
which she was drawing me in and out of her
mouth. As a result the normal languid, warm
and liquid sensation I was used to in these
circumstances was disrupted by the gentle
abrasion of teeth and the guttural sounds Ann
made as I bumped against the back of her palate
or her throat or as her breathing patterns were
interrupted. At the end, acting more in the
emotion of the moment than by plan, I withdrew
just as I started to come and in so doing, and in
the same way that certain feral animals mark
their territory, I sprayed my essence all over
Ann's face and hair.
We did not talk much more that night and I
went to sleep with some little unease.
The vague sense of things being not quite
right was with me when I woke in the morning. I
tried to place or explain in my own mind what
was going on, but I was not quite able to do it.
At least not then. Initially, I thought the hostility I
felt was towards Ann. When room service
knocked at the door with our breakfast, I told
Ann to answer the door. She was in the process
of getting dressed and at that point she had been
standing in front of a mirror brushing her hair
while wearing slacks and a bra which was
sufficiently sheer that her nipples were easily
discerned. When I told her to answer the door,
Ann reached for her blouse, but I indicated that
she should just open the door as she was. Ann
complied and opened the door to our suite. The
room service waiter tried to be nonchalant about
things as he arranged our breakfast service, but
the frequent glances he gave in Ann's direction
let me know that this was not within that waiter's
normal routine.
I had not resolved in my own mind just how
long I intended to stay in Los Angeles and what
our agenda over the next few days would be,
when my attention focussed back on the
previous night at Carroway's and the card that
Mike had given me. Without consulting Ann, I
decided to give him a call. Mike's place of
business was known as Headline Productions
and I saw the name and title, Michael Boris,
President, written on the business card that Mike
had given to me the night before. I reached Mike
on the first call and introduced myself again with
my first name and reminded him that I had been
with Ann the night before.
"Bob," Mike said, "I'm so glad you
called." That girl of yours is great, even though
she is not as young as some of the others," he
continued "she has some terrific body and really
gives people their money's worth. She could
really make a lot of money for me, and if I make
money she'll make money too."
"Well I thought I'd see what you have in
mind for her" I said.
"Do you know where she is, can you have
her come in and see me?" Mike asked.
"She's five feet away" I answered "and yes
we can come see you too." I said.
"Great I can put her to work right away
tonight even."
I told Mike that we would come see him
about 11:30 that morning but that we were trying
to figure out whether we would be leaving L.A. or
staying around for a while, but we would listen to
what he had to say.
I informed Ann that we were going to go to
Mike and discuss with him whether she would go
to work for him in his foxy boxing/mud wrestling
troupe. I did not give Ann a vote in the matter
and she just nodded as I told her of my plans.
After I finished reading the morning papers
and the Wall Street Journal, I saw that it was
approaching 11:00 and I told Ann to get changed
in anticipation of our visit to Mike's office. I told
Ann to wear the same skirt that she had on the
night before and I picked out a polished cotton
blouse for her to wear. I told her to leave her bra
off. I also told Ann to use a little more makeup
than she would usually and to use a red lipstick.
Without comment, Ann complied, and the
package, when all put together, was not one of a
refined, polished woman.
Mike's office was on the second floor of a
two story building on Pico Boulevard. A real
estate brokerage storefront was on the ground
floor. Mike was very enthusiastic about the
prospect of having Ann come to work as part of
his troupe. He explained that he and his girls
worked the circuit of a number of clubs in the
L.A./Orange County area and that some of his
girsl worked as few as two or as many as five or
six nights a week. He said that he paid each girl
$50 a night and that they kept their tips. He said
that the matches were staged and that he had a
wardrobe of costumes and props that the girls
were free to use.
Ann did not speak. I told Mike that Ann was
something special and that she would have to be
paid more. I told him that Ann would require
$200 a night plus her tips and that he would have
to pay for her to have a taxi to and from
wherever they were working. I found this whole
arrangement to be amusing and I wanted to see
how far this whole thing would go.
Mike reacted like a stuck pig. "I can't do
that. All the other girls will kill me. Maybe later
if she gets a reputation and I get a bigger take
from the club owners, but not until she proves
herself and gets a following."
"Look Mike" I negotiated "You saw what
reaction she provoked last night. That's the
deal, take it or leave it."
"O.K., pal" Mike said, but then looking at
Ann he added, "you can't tell any of the other
girls what I'm giving you, got it?"
Ann nodded her understanding.
"Alright," Mike said "we're back in
Carroway's the day after tomorrow. I'll tell them
that you are coming back by popular demand."
"That's fine," I said "but you told me over
the phone that you could use her tonight."
"I don't have anything tonight" Mike said.
"I forgot."
Just then Mike's secretary/receptionist
stuck her head in the office. "You know who is
on the phone" she said "he wants to confirm
that the girls will be there tonight by 9:00."
Mike turned beet red as he was caught in
this obvious lie. "They'll be there at 9:00 he
answered" and then motioned for his secretary
to leave.
I did not understand what was going on, but
I thought I'd press the point. "What gives? First
you tell me you can use Ann tonight, then you tell
me you don't have anything and now I hear that
you do. Maybe we should just forget about the
whole thing."
I paused for a moment and then motioned
for Ann to leave with me. Mike saw this and
spoke up: "Don't go, I just didn't think this one
was the right way to get started."
"What do you mean I asked?"
"Well sometimes we do private parties too
and that's what's going on tonight. I don't really
know you guys and I thought maybe the private
parties we could deal with later."
I played dumb. "What's so special about
the private parties?"
Mike was obviously uncomfortable
explaining his business, but he was also plainly
constrained by the commercial potential he saw
with Ann. Groping for euphemism Mike told us
that from time to time he would provide the
entertainment at private parties in homes or in
clubs where he said, the show was "stronger."
Tonight, there was to be a party at someone's
home in the Hollywood hills and he was
responsible for bringing four girls there for the
entertainment.
"Don't get me wrong, I don't pimp my girls"
Mike went on, "but my clients expect more from
these girls than you saw at Carroway's the other
night." I was satisfied with Mike's explanation
and I was prepared to leave with Ann. My
interest in Mike's plans for Ann had been
amusement enough for the day and I did not
expect to follow through and actually enlist Ann
in his group. Ann had a different idea.
Speaking up for the first time Ann said,
"Mike you saw what I can do. You either put me
to work tonight, or you can forget about me."
It did not take long for Mike to agree with
Ann. He gave Ann the address of the home and
told her to meet him there, outside the main gate
at 8:45.
"One more thing" Ann added. Gesturing to
me Ann told Mike "And Bob will be there too.
You can say he works with you."
Without further comment we got up and
left. Once again Ann had taken charge at an
unexpected moment. It seemed to me that she
was determined to take some action for my
benefit.
When we got back to the hotel, I told Ann
that I was going to take a book and sit by the
pool for a few hours. Ann asked if I would mind
if she took a walk along Rodeo Drive and did
some shopping while I rested at the pool. I had
no objection.
I spent the afternoon dozing on and off by
the pool. I made a dent in the Robert Ludlum
novel I was reading and, at the point I got a little
hungry, I took advantage of the waiter service
available at the pool to get a sandwich. There
were not many people by the pool that day,
although I could not help but take notice of a
particularly lithe young lady whose bathing suit,
cut high on each hip, accentuated her long, dark,
tanned legs.
About 4:00 I sensed that someone was
nearby and looked up from my book to see Ann
standing with severla bundles of packages under
her arm. She seemed to have a particularly
broad smile. She told me that her afternoon
excursion had been productive and she asked
me how much longer I was planning on staying
out by the pool.
I asked her to wait for a second and that I would
accompany her back to the room as soon as I
had a chance to take one more dip in the pool.
While Ann watched, and while those around the
pool admired my companion, I dove into the
water and cruised through several laps of the
pool.
Ann deposited her packages on the bed
once we returned to our suite. I asked her what
she had purchased and Ann asked me to wait to
see "a little later." Neither of us were hungry for
dinner and we decided to order some light
snacks from room service. I was waiting to see
what was going to happen that evening and kept
my eye on the clock waiting for Ann to start her
preparations.
At about 7:30, Ann took her purchases in to
the dressing suite and, out of view, changed in to
the outfit she was going to wear that evening.
Ann came out of the dressing area to show me
what she was planning on wearing. Ann's blouse
was an orange and black print material that was,
despite its dark colors, essentially sheer. Its
transparency was not immediately obvious,
because of the dark colors of the blouse, but as
soon as Ann emerged from the shadows, the
limited ability of the blouse to hide and obscure
was evident. The ends of the blouse were tied in
a knot right right over Ann's sternum. The effect
was to create, with the rest of the blouse, two
slings each supporting and carrying and tightly
encasing one of Ann's breasts.
Ann was also wearing very dark blue pants.
What made them special was that they were
extremely low-slung. I was not sure then what
principal of design it was that kept the pants
from slipping off. They seemed to find some
support on each of Ann's hips but the pants were
then cut in a V-shape both in the front and in the
back. In the front, the notched area that was
exposed, dipped well below Ann's bellybutton on
to her lower belly. In the rear, the top third or so
of the cleft between her bottom cheeks was also
uncovered.
When it was time to leave, and as I walked
Ann to our car, I made a point of walking Ann
direclty through the hotel's crowded lobby,
where she cut an audible swath right through the
people who were otherwise heading out or
coming back.
We arrived at the address which Mike had
provided precisely at 8:45 and evidently, Ann
was the last person he was expecting. I did not
recognize the other three girls who were there.
They had not been at Carroway's the night
before. Mike commented that it was good that
Ann had joined up because one of the girls had
gotten sick and he had promised four girls at the
party. It was also quite clear to all of us that
quite a party was underway. We could hear
raucous noise from the house and even could
feel the thump thump of the rhythm being
played on the bass quitar of the live band.
Mike walked us out to the rear entrance to
the house, where one of the staff retrieved the
host. I recognized the host of the party from a
recent appearance on the Tonight Show which
he had attended to publicize his latest movie. I
was introduced as one of Mike's partners and I
watched as our host eyed all the girls up and
down. His gaze lingered especially at Ann. He
introduced himself to her, and asked Ann her
name. "Annie" was the answer, which kind of
took me aback as I had never before heard Ann
refer to herself as that. I knew that Ann
recognized this celebrity.
The girls were given a place to change into
their outfits. Ann asked Mike for direction as to
what they were supposed to do, and Mike
suggested that she and I watch the first two girls.
Mike told Ann that she would have enough time
after the first set to get ready and he suggested
that we stand in the back of the ballroom.
At a cue, the band shifted away from the
latin music it had been playing to a hard pulsing
rock beat. I scanned the crowd to see if there
was anyone there I recognized, all the while
hoping that there was no one there who
recognized me. Those in attendance all seemed
clustered in the late twenties early, thirties age
bracket. Although I could not link any of the
faces with any recognizable names, I was sure
this was an entertainment industry crowd, in part
because of the significant number of absolutely
georgous people in attendance.
Mandy and Patty were the first two of
Mike's girls to step out on to the dance floor.
Quickly, I saw that this was not as tame as
Carroway's. The first tipoff was that as the girls
danced around a cleared out area, they wasted
no time in taking each other's blouse off. Then,
encouraged by the crowd, they were soon
wearing only g-strings as they danced and
circulated among the rest of the partygoers, all
the while dancing and kissing and hugging all
around them. These girls were clearly ice-
breakers as they managed to incite some of the
others in attendance to emulate their shedding of
clothes and as the music blared and the tempo
increased, I lost track of Mandy and Patty amid
the significant number of partially clad women
on the dance floor.
Mike took Ann and her partner Diane by the
elbows and told them that they were to be ready
in five minutes. Diane, who was a tall, willowy
blonde and Ann retreated to the changing room.
When they emerged they were both wearing
identical outfits--all in white--consisting no more
than of white bras, panties, garterbelts and
stockings. Mike cued the bandleader to
introduce Ann and Diane. At an appropriate
point, the bandleader stopped the music and
asked everyone to form a circle on the dance
floor. Then, as the next melody was softly
started, he introduced Ann and Diane, who in
keeping with the beat started to dance their way
into the middle of the room. At the outset the
beat was fast and Ann and Diane were no more
than go-go dancers bopping around in the center
of the dancefloor. Unlike, Mandy and Patty, they
made no effort either to mix or interact
physically with the guests. At that point I caught
a glimpse of Patty dancing with one of those in
attendance. This would not have been
remarkable except that Patty's hand was in her
dance-partner's pants. But even that was not so
extraordinary. One male guest was on his knees
with his head well up and covered by the dress
of a young redhead. All of this activity was
occuring in the middle of a crowded dance floor.
There was then a change in tempo. The
band launched into a different type of song,
playing the old Righteous Brothers song "You've
lost that loving feeling". In that much slower but
very intense song, the crowd changed, the
dancing and other activity became much more
intimate, and Ann and Diane were forced to
improvise. Ann took the lead and drew Diane to
her. Placing their arms around each other's
shoulders, they thrust their pelvis' forward so
that they seemed locked to each other as they
swayed together in time to the music. Ann, at
one point reached behind Diane and unhooked
her bra. When Diane returned the favor to Ann, it
was obvious to me that a significant number of
the guests were transfixed by Ann's figure.
One of those whose attention was captured
was our host. He came over to Ann and took her
away from Diane and started to dance with her.
Mike, who was standing next to me, got quite
excited. "Oh if he likes her, boy will I be set." I
think I knew what he meant. As Ann danced, I
saw our host draw Ann's hand against him
obviously to show to her how she had affected
him and I recognized a pained and
uncomfortable look on Ann as he nuzzled
against her breasts. Some conversation passed
between them, when I saw Ann excuse herself
from him and come over to me.
"Bob" Ann began, "he wants me to join him
and some of his friends in one of his hottubs
outside."
"Do you want to go?" I asked Ann.
Ann's answer was simple and direct. "Bob,
if you would like me to go, it is only for you to
say so."
With that answer I snapped. Taking Ann by
the wrist and with no further comment to anyone,
I pushed our way out of the room, through the
back area and to our car. I was in a fury but one
that was totally inner-directed. Ann had no idea
what it was that was upsetting me so and I was
only slowly realizing it. As we pulled away from
the house, I saw in the rear view mirror, Mike
chasing after us on foot, wondering what it was
that caused such a hasty exit.
Ann seemed to be frightened by my
behavior and I saw tears glistening in her eyes.
My mind was racing in review of the many years
I had spent with Ann as we headed back to the
hotel. And then I knew. And I spoke. I talked to
Ann as we were driving because I could not
contain myself. I did not know, as I spoke one
sentence what the next sentence would convey.
I only knew that I had discovered an essential
truth and that it had to be said.
"Ann, I love you" was how I began using a
phrase I had never before used with another
person. "Tonight I realized just how devoted you
have been to me, how you have subordinated
your own feelings and needs to me and how little
I have given you in return."
"Over all these years you have made so
little demand on me, that I have realized the one
thing which is missing in my life is an outlet for
my need to be giving to you too."
Ann was sobbing uncontrollably. "Ann
you've been better for me, more caring for me
than I had any right to expect and it is killing me
now that I have taken you for granted at times.
But I know that I cherish you, that the gift of your
devotion which I have had all these years, your
loyalty, your desire to please me, is and has
been the most precious gift I could have ever
been given by anyone."
We were nearing the hotel. As we pulled
up to the hotel I gave Ann my sports jacket as a
cover up. Ann struggled to maintain her
composure as we rode up the elevator towards
out room. I held my arm around her.
Now in our suite, Ann started to say
something, but I asked her to please let me
finish.
"Ann, I love you, I love you, I love you" I
said repeating that phrase over and over again
as I took pleasure in articulating that reality to
which for so long I had been blind. "Ann, I want
us to stay together for ever. I want to make you
as happy and to respond to your needs as fully
as you have taken care of me over the years.
And I want everyone to know how special you
are to me. And I want you to marry me."
And then I started to cry. I know I did so
because an essential truth of my existence, my
love for Ann, had finally broken through to my
consciousness, and the resolution of that
tension was the most overwhelming emotional
experience I had ever had.
"Bob" Ann started to say, "I never thought I
would ever hear that from you. I know that you
love me and have loved me for a long time, but I
never thought you'd tell me how you feel. But
don't be so hard on yourself. My life with you
has been fulfilling. And I do love you, you know I
worship you and pleasing you is pleasure for me
too."
"Ann I know I am not complete unless I give
as well as take. You have given and given and
given, and I need to give to you, to take care of
you in every way, emotionally, physically, in
every way."
And then I was overcome. I could not
speak. But I pulled Ann towards me and when
we kissed, it was like we neverhad kissed
beofre. The connection which I felt with her was
that of a fusion of spirit of personality. And
when I touched her and felt her and carressed
her, it was as if I was discovering her body for
the first time. And when I sensed her fragrance,
new images and feelings were evoked. When I
tasted Ann and sensed her respond to me it was
as if we were connecting for the first time, and
my mouth felt as it did the first time I tasted a
french sauterne, only the delight was more
intense. And when I entered Ann, and felt us join
together in love, I knew that I had lost the power
to describe how I was feeling, because any
descriptive efforts would only circumscribe and
limit and not reflect the awesome nature of that
transcendant experience.
. . . . . the end of Part I
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