Teresa Scalia: Spying Comes with Consequences - Epilogue

Epilogue: Spying Comes with Consequences

Eyes closed and breathless, Barbara reclined on the massage table. Her white sports bra, her only article of clothing, had been pushed up over her breasts. An intense pink, almost red flush, could be seen on Barbara's tanned skin from the cheeks of her face down her neck and shoulders. The flush extended to the un-tanned tops of her breasts. Quite visible on her creamy white skin. She was lost in a tidal wave of endorphins, the result of a thunderous orgasm courtesy of Roxanne Starr.

"Oh my, my" Barbara murmured quite silently to herself.

She subtly ground her thighs together, extending the sensations she had enjoyed. Slowly coming back reality, Barbara's hands lightly brushed her pink nipples as her fingertips traced a path over her torso to her freshly barbered pubis. She daintily touched the silky smooth skin.

"How can I feel like this? It's never been like this with Mark. What did those women do to me?" thought Barbara, almost subconsciously, both aroused and ashamed.

Roxanne Starr took in the sight of her latest conquest. A smirk of satisfaction crossed her face as she watched Barbara, the upper-middle-class suburban soccer mom, still squirming from her orgasm. The statuesque, redheaded bar owner took a great deal of pleasure at bringing down the blonde housewife a few pegs. And, truth be told, Roxanne found the episode to be more than just slightly arousing.

"She certainly is a very responsive little housewife. I wonder if she's getting enough at home?" Roxanne speculated as she looked towards Kathy and Maria with a Cheshire cat grin.

Roxanne decided the fun was over and it was time to clear the room. Looking to Kathy. "Give the spying little bitch her clothes and show her the door."

Kathy tossed Barbara's socks, panties, stretch pants and black sweatshirt onto her belly. Barbara flinched as the clumped fabric landed on her and brought her completely back from her reverie. Her eyes opened and she looked around the room reorienting herself to time and space. Slowly she rose to a sitting position and looked down on her now completely smooth pubic area. Instinctively she covered both her crotch and breasts with her hands.

"Did you have a good time honey?" Maria sarcastically said. All three of Barbara's tormentors Roxanne, Maria, and Kathy, stood side-by-side looking at the debased blonde suburban mom. All three with a grin of satisfaction at what they had done.

Barbara looked at Maria but made no response to her jibe. Using both hands Barbara adjusted the white sports bra taking particular care to avoid rubbing the fabric across her very sensitive nipples. Sorting through the pile of clothes she retrieved her boy short panties. Slipping her feet through the leg openings, Barbara slipped off the table to a standing position. She pulled the panties up and flinched slightly as the fabric contacted her crotch.

"Oooooooo, that so very tender." Barbara thought.

Roxanne and Maria left the room to another part of the building. Kathy would see that Barbara exited the property. Giving Barbara a leering gaze, Kathy watched her as she put on the remainder of her clothes. Not that she had any lesbian tendencies, Kathy enjoyed watching the now very humbled and embarrassed Barbara regain some measure of modesty. Turning her back to Kathy, Barbara stepped into the black stretch pants and pulled them up over her round bottom. She then pulled her sweatshirt on and slipped on her shoes.

Kathy walked over to Barbara and grasped her by the upper arm. "Okay Mrs. Anderson it's time to see you to the door." Barbara offered no resistance as Kathy rather brusquely led her to the exit. Opening the door Kathy gave into temptation as Barbara stepped through the threshold. With a swift right hand, Kathy gave Barbara a sound smack on her ass.

"Ow!" Barbara yelped as she jumped forward a couple quick steps and rubbed the abused cheek with her hand.

"Oh, I'm so sorry did that smart? I just wanted to see if your butt was as firm as that night in the boxing ring. It is. You must be working out. Well slut, so long." Kathy had the last words as she shut latched the back door to the office.

With one hand massaging her smarting bottom, Barbara turned and watched Kathy close the door. Head down, and definitely showing a defeated body language, Barbara took the long walk to where she had concealed her car. Her head was spinning with thoughts of what had just taken place.

"What have those bitches done to me? Damn Teresa abandoned me, stuck in that stupid garbage can. Drag me inside and threaten to call the police. Can't have the police involved. Sure, that conniving Roxanne would have me charged. Had to go along with whatever she wanted to do to punish me. Thought they were going to spank me. Afraid of that. Afraid of getting turned on. Being over that snot Kathy Benson's lap in the boxing ring, her slapping my bottom. My dress ripped off, my panties down. Over her lap I look up and all I can see are people watching and laughing at me. Gave into her and it made me horny. Now this. Shaved bare. Those women touching me. I liked it, God knows I shouldn't. Cumming hard on that table with those three watching."

Barbara took a deep breath and wiped her face with her hands.

"I can get through this. This is all still a secret, what went on. No wait! Mark is going to know I've been shaved. How do I explain that? What will he think? Oh God." A dismayed Barbara thought.

Barbara got in her car started the engine and began the drive to her home. It was nearly 1 AM and she was worried about how to explain to her husband the lateness of the hour.

"Mark will be wondering where the hell I've been. What can I come up with? I'll tell him I went to a Tupperware party at Rhonda's, had a little too much wine and fell asleep." Barbara schemed.

During the drive home Barbara began thinking about the intense sexual encounter she had after Roxanne had shaved her.

"Oh Lord the way I felt when Roxanne touched me. She knew exactly what to do. And Maria kissing me and putting her mouth on my breast. It was so, so intense."

The more she thought, the more aroused Barbara became. Still driving and steering with her left hand, Barbara's right hand went down between her legs. She caressed herself through the fabric of her pants. Rubbing herself in this way gave Barbara no relief but served to intensify her need. Barbara saw she was approaching a small roadside park and pulled in. Killing the headlights but leaving the engine running, Barbara could concentrate on providing herself with some sexual relief without the distractions of driving. Unbuckling her seatbelt, she flipped the lever and reclined the seat. Hooking both thumbs inside the waistband of her pants and panties she hoisted her hips and slid them down over her buttocks. In the dim light of the car interior, Barbara looked down at her freshly shaved pubic area and heaved a sigh. With a quick flick of her tongue, Barbara lubricated the middle finger of her right hand and began fervently masturbating.

"Roxanne, Roxanne Sweet Jesus what have you done to me."

Her right hand occupied between her legs, Barbara slipped her left hand up under her sweatshirt and cupped her left breast under her bra. Her hips began to buck in rhythm to the motion of her hand. The intensity was increasing and Barbara was close to getting herself off when a bright light illuminated the car interior. The source of the light coming from outside. Then there was a sharp rap on the car window.

"Everything all right in there?" Said an authoritarian male voice.

Barbara gasped as she looked to the window and saw a police officer staring at her. With her pants down and hand between her legs, Barbara stared stupidly at the officer.

"Why, um, um yes officer." Barbara stammered. "No problem I just needed to pull off the road and take a rest."

"Lower your window please."

Barbara complied with the request and rolled down the window, forgetting for the moment her immodest state of dress.

"It's very late and you did leave the engine running. I just need to see your ID and proof of insurance."

Barbara turned and to reach into the glove box under the dash.

"Oh ma'am. You might want to cover up a bit first." The officer suggested.

Barbara looked at her exposed pubic region.

"Oh, oh yes of course I'm so sorry." Barbara apologized. Her face now intensely flushed from both intense arousal and intense embarrassment.

She quickly pulled her pants back up and adjusted her sweatshirt. She then got the insurance documentation from the glove box and from the center console she retrieved her driver's license and handed both to the officer.

"I hope there's no problem officer, I really just needed to pull over for a little bit."

"I'll be right back with these." The policeman said matter-of-factly. The officer turned and walked back to his patrol car.

"Oh no, no, no this can't be happening" lamented Barbara as she hid her face in her hands. "He caught me with my pants down, my hand on my pussy, and I'm masturbating. If this gets out I am completely ruined."

Barbara raised the bucket seat back to normal position and looked back to see what the police officer was doing. After a few minutes she saw the officer leave his patrol car and walk up to her's.

"Here's your documentation Ms. Anderson. I ran your name and your record came back clean. I could charge you with public indecency or lewd public acts or probably both. We both know what you were doing. My suggestion is you head straight home and refrain from any pitstops. Try to control your urges until you get to the privacy of your own home. Good night." The officer turned and returned to his squad car.

Barely believing her good luck, Barbara fastened her seatbelt and drove out of the park to finish her trip home. Barbara was as stealthy as she could be when she got to her house. Slipping through the side door she removed her shoes and did her best cat burglar imitation. Tiptoeing into the bedroom Barbara found her husband Mark sound asleep. She quickly stripped off her clothes and slipped on the nighty that was on the nightstand. Once under the covers Barbara let out a long sigh of relief. In a few minutes she was fast asleep.

Barbara's sleep was deep and restful that night. She did not dream, or more correctly did not recall any dreams. Her bedside alarm went off at the usual time. Barbara rose quickly and slipped on a terrycloth robe. As was the usual routine, Barbara was up before either Mark or her son Chad. Into the kitchen she went to start the coffee and prepare breakfast. Keeping busy kept her mind off the events of the previous night. After about 20 minutes, Barbara could hear both Mark and Chad moving around and preparing themselves for the day to come. She is just pouring the coffee when both the men in her life came into the kitchen and took a seat at the table.

"What happened to you last night? I didn't even hear you come in." asked Mark.

Barbara paused for a moment and then remembered the ruse that she had thought up "I went to Rhonda's for a Tupperware party. Rhonda always serves wine at these parties and it loosens people up and creates more sales. I guess I overindulged I fell asleep on Rhonda's couch. Rhonda, bless her heart, threw a blanket over me and let me sleep. I woke up about one, slipped out the door, and came home."

"Gee Mom, boozing it up with Tupperware?" Chad piped in.

A stern look from Barbara put an end that line of comment.

"Well then, how much Tupperware did you end up buying?" Mark queried.

"Well this may come as a complete shock to you, but not a thing. There wasn't anything I was interested in." Barbara replied.

"Perhaps not in the Tupperware line. Good thing it wasn't a wine and cheese party." teased Mark.

"Okay fine, have your fun." Barbara looked at the wall clock over the stove. "By the looks of the clock you both better be getting out of here."

Mark and Chad quickly downed the remainder of their breakfast and bid Barbara adieu for the day. Relieved that the morning interrogation was over and it appeared that Barbara had gotten away with her story. She put the breakfast dishes in the sink and returned to the bedroom.

"What I need now is a good hot shower." Barbara thought.

Barbara walked into the adjacent bathroom and slipped out of her robe and hung it on the hook next to the shower door. She pulled her nightie off over her head and deposited it in the clothes hamper. Cracking the glass door sufficiently open to reach the faucets, Barbara turned the knobs to start the flow and tested the water temperature with her hand. Satisfied that she would not be scalded or chilled, Barbara stepped into the shower stall. She took several seconds to luxuriate in the warm stream. The soothing water streamed over her face and down the rest of her body. Her hair now saturated, she applied a dollop of shampoo to the palm of her hand and worked it into her hair. She rinsed her hair thoroughly and followed with a quick application of cream rinse. Another rinse and she was ready for a good wash. Barbara grasped a sponge from its place on the shelf and soaked it in the stream. She then doused the sponge with some liquid soap. Barbara began leisurely washing her face and upper arms. Languishing in the soothing warmth of the shower, Barbara began soaping her body. First washing her shoulders and arms, she moved to her chest and soaped each breast with circular motions. Working up a good lather, she ran the sponge back and forth over her belly. Showering being a very routine task and without thinking of the alterations that had been made, Barbara passed the sponge over her pubic area.

"Oh!" Barbara was startled at the sensitivity of the area. She looked down at the bare area between her legs and very slowly began to wash. Slightly spreading her legs and pushing her hips forward, Barbara ran the sponge over both inner thighs. She gave a few light passes over her pussy. Barbara shivered and took a deep breath as she finished her wash. Rinsing thoroughly, she turned off the faucets. Barbara reached for a towel as she stepped from the shower. Quickly towel drying her hair, she wrapped the white terrycloth around her head containing her still damp hair. Grasping another towel, Barbara dried off her body. Wiping off her back and shoulders, she toweled her arms and torso. Raising one leg on the toilet lid, she ran the towel from her feet to her thighs. Repeating the process for the other leg, Barbara took a moment to regard her bare pubic area. A distinct triangle of white skin surrounded by healthy tanned areas.

Barbara's standard of hygiene was without question, but she wasn't one to barber her pubic area. In fact, for someone who frequently tanned in a two-piece bathing suit, she never had so much as a bikini wax. Everything Slowly she ran her fingers over the bare skin and began to contemplate her situation.

"Oh my gosh I'm so bare. This is worse than a spanking. They had total control over me. Two barmaids and a bar owner. But why this? Why shave me? If I ever see them again, I don't know what I'll do. I can't look at them. They can't talk about this to anyone. Can they? Who would they tell? Teresa? I doubt that, but if they did I could deny everything. Oh those bitches. Roxanne touching me, Maria kissing me and feeling me up, Kathy watching the whole thing. Bringing me down to their level. And I gave in."

Barbara put on her terrycloth robe and walked out of the bathroom back into the bedroom. Stepping up to her dresser she picked out a bra and a pair of panties and threw them on the bed. From her closet she found her blouse and a pair of slacks. Slipping off her robe Barbara paused in front of the full-length mirror. Barbara stood square to the mirror and let the robe slide down her arms and fall to the floor. She wanted a good view of her alteration. Naked save for the towel on her head, Barbara looked herself over. Hands on hips, Barbara turned profile one way and then the other.

"This isn't so bad, I can deal with it" she thought. Barbara once again felt the need for a tactile examination. The fingertips of both hands skimmed lightly over the newly shaved area. Barbara felt a rush of arousal at the slight touch. Enjoying what she was feeling, she continued to lightly stroke her pubis. Giving into urges, Barbara gently stroked her labia with an occasional velvet touch to her clit. While she masturbated more intensely, Barbara grew weak kneed. She lay down on her bed on her back with her knees raised. As her self-stimulation grew more intense, Barbara flashed back on past events. She recalled the public spanking she received at the Community Theater in her first conflict with Teresa. As humiliating as it was to be spanked in front of an audience by her husband, Barbara recalled is it only slightly arousing. It was when Teresa had her over her knee at the Renaissance fair that Barbara first was aroused by another woman. The first time she encountered Roxanne at the Gentleman's Club, she was publicly stripped with Maria bending her over a table in front of the bar patrons. Barbara vividly remembered the feeling she had when Maria was touching her.

Needing something more than just her fingers, Barbara hastily rolled to her right and opened the drawer on the adjacent nightstand. Rummaging under the items in the drawer she came up with a white cylinder. What would be called, in some circles, a "pocket rocket". Switching on the vibrator, she quickly placed it firmly between her labia and against her clit. Now she was getting the stimulation she desired and continued flashing back on past experiences.

After Marie had lit the fires of her budding lesbian desire, Barbara recalled her meeting with Teresa at the Community Theater. Thinking they were alone both women gave into their latent tendencies. And gave the house audience a real show. Barbara remembered the first time she really made lesbian love and with all people it was with Teresa. She tried to put that out of her mind and was successful until she and Teresa tangled with Maria and Kathy in the boxing ring. This is where Barbara truly discovered her weakness for corporal punishment administered by another woman. In the boxing ring Barbara been stripped of her dress and was left in only a garter belt, thong, and stockings. This memory was beginning to put Barbara over the top. She recalled being over Kathy's lap. It was a position she wanted to be and she rolled herself over onto her belly still holding the vibrator firmly in place. Her hips began to buck and her white bottom jiggled as she increased the speed. As she thought of giving into another woman, Barbara had her orgasm. Exhausted, she lay still on the bed setting the vibrator back on the nightstand. After resting for several minutes and nearly falling asleep, Barbara roused herself. Sitting on the side of the bed and resting her head in her hands she thought "This can't go on. This just can't go on."