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Chapter 7
Sarah cooed and stirred. The soft covers and silken nightgown caressed her. She took a deep breath and fluttered open her eyes. Sun light beamed in around a blackout window shade. She pulled down on it and released it. Brilliant light flooded the room. She sat up and stretched. The covers slid down revealing a white silk gown adorning her. She scooted out and stepped into her slippers.

The evening with Lana thorn felt like a drug trip. Lana gave her a tour of her entire penthouse. It included a multitude of bedrooms, baths, and a dungeon. Rubber clad minions were bound to various medieval torture devices. All were engaged in pain, bondage, and sexual torture. The memory made her shiver.

She shuffled into the bathroom and slipped off her gown. Scalding steam billowed out of the shower. It was so hot she could barely stand it. That was just the way she liked it. It made her feel clean and brought back to life.

After bathing and drying, she dressed for the day. She tucked in her white silk blouse into her plum skirt. She drew up the zipper behind her back that last little bit and smoothed her skirt down her hips. It was knee length but tight. She turned and looked over her shoulder. It made her bottom and thighs look great.

She slipped her sleeves into the arms of the matching jacket. She closed three buttons in front and tugged at the hem. Like the skirt, the jacket was form fitting and molded around her grapefruit size breasts. She took a deep breath and felt the rise of her breasts, the flex of her bra straps, and weight on her back. Like the earlobe or bellybutton, breasts seemed a strange appendage.

Silver bracelets and earrings joined her ensemble. She primped her wavy black locks and took a long last look at her reflection. I'd do me, she concluded. After a mist of perfume, she grabbed her purse and exited the bedroom.

Her high heels click-clacked on the hardwood flooring. She could feel the sway of her hips, undulation of her ass cheeks, and jiggle of her breasts. It made her wonder what it would be like to be a man. Their bodies were so utilitarian and hard. It was another world she could barely imagine.

The remnants of Chaz's early rise lay before her. A dirty cereal bowl and empty coffee mug lay abandoned on the pass-through countertop. Milky contents were spilled with careless disregard for cleanliness.

Now it occurred to her to leave the mess. After all, he made it. He should be the one to clean it. She poured a cup of coffee and tried not to think about it. However, her thoughts lingered upon it, like an itch that begged to be scratched.

"Shit!" She grabbed a damp cloth and wiped up the mess. The dirty dishes were washed and placed in the drying bin.

Sarah crossed her forearms, feeling her breast press down upon them. She shifted to one hip and shook her head. The same instinct that propelled this behavior bound her to Chaz. Sharing her bed with a man, feeling him inside her, was like none other. When they made love, she felt complete, at peace with herself. The universe conspired to get her pregnant and then have her play the role of mommy.

There was only one conclusion. I was a man in my past life. That had to be the explanation.

She finished her coffee and picked at a grapefruit, unsweetened of course. A strange sound drew her attention. She looked about and saw nothing amiss. Returning to her breakfast, she picked out another tart bit. The sound interrupted her again. It came from Carina's bedroom.

She slid off the stool. A rustle of fabric came from her tight skirt as she crossed the living area. She twisted the door knob and opened it just a crack.

Peering inside the room, she saw Chaz. He sat in a chair next to the bed. His eyes were closed and head laid back. An accordion pleated miniskirt was hiked up just enough so that one could see forest green silk panties cleaving to heart-shaped ass cheeks. It wiggled before him. Matching garter straps stretched over curvy cheeks and tugged on black nylon tops. Melon size breasts filled out a green silk blouse and jiggled about underneath her. Piles of auburn locks jostled about in his lap. Slurping and sucking sounds mixed with the air conditioning air flow.

"Oh my god," he groaned.

Carina stroked his shaft with her right hand and licked the tip. Chaz shivered. She gripped his shaft like a leash and drew him to his feet. She bent over and rested her elbows on the bed. He moved behind her and caressed her outer thighs, running his fingers over her nylon tops and garter straps. His hands converged on the green silk panties that cleaved to her heart-shaped ass cheeks. They circled the pair of globes kneading and releasing them. Finding the waistband of her panties, he drew them down around her thighs until the crevice of her ass was exposed. He fed the tip of his manhood into that tight, fleshy crevice. With a fluid thrust he plunged his manhood into her ass. She tossed back her head and moaned. He grasped her hips and began pumping.

Sarah closed the door and grabbed her purse. Making her way to the front door, she departed and strode down the hallway. She felt nothing, neither good nor bad, just numb. She pushed the elevator button and waited. When the doors opened, she joined a couple already inside it. The doors closed and she pressed the button for the 53rd floor. As the car rose, she stood with her legs tight together and purse clutched before her. The hard emotional shell that surrounded her soul began to crack. What began to seep out was rage, fury that would not be denied.

She crossed her arms and scowled at the silver doors. In that reflection, she saw a girl perfectly decorated like a Christmas ornament. It was an image that pleased the eye and heralded feminine glory. Like a car or a speed boat, she was the perfect male accessory ? a bit of 'arm candy'. Perhaps it was the caress of her cool silk half-slip. Maybe it was the weight of her breasts, or just maybe it was the vulnerable sensation of wearing a skirt. Something within her snapped.

She exited the elevator like a racehorse from the stall. Her skirt stretched as she took long strides. Both hands were clenched in tiny fists. "Bastard," she sputtered. "Fucker!"

Now Lana set up an appointment with her personal travel agency. Unlike travel agencies of old, new agencies dealt in virtual trips. They even set up custom vacations.

A glass wall and swinging glass doors marked the office location. She flung open the door and marched up to the desk. "My name is Sarah Smith. I have a 9:30 appointment."

"Yes ma'am," the girl replied. "Mr. Henderson is waiting for you in office 12B. You can go in through the door to your right." She pressed a buzzer. Sarah whipped open the door and marched down the hallway.

Ben Henderson chewed on the corner of a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. He lounged behind his desk and savored the view of a corner office. When the office door flew open, he shot up in his chair and stuffed his sandwich into a drawer. With a warm smile, he rose to his feet and extended his hand. "Hello, my name is Ben. You must be Ms. Smith."

She grabbed his hand and squeezed it. "Yes I am," she groused. She sat down, crossed her legs, and then her arms.

"Is there some problem?"

"It's my boyfriend. I caught him screwing another girl."

"I'm sorry to hear that." Ben sat down and held back his narrow red tie. "How can I help?"

She let out a heavy sigh. "I don't know. Can you have him strung up by his balls?"

"Well ... um ... no. We don't do that kind of thing. We provide custom vacations." He thought for a second and furrowed his brow. Rubbing his chin, he said, "Maybe there is something we can do?"

That got Sarah's attention. She uncrossed her arms. "Like what?"

"We could add a few difficulties to his vacation." He paused in thought. "We could have it rain all during his NCVR trip. We could also have him kidnapped and held for ransom by pirates."

That did not quite meet her expectations for retribution. "Someone told me that you have an exclusive world. It's a virtual environment set aside for your special customers...."

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