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"Where did you come up with the idea Ryan?" Asked Janine, "The four of us appreciate you making the effort though."

"You four have been entrusted with my life. You do so much for me, I thought this is one of the better ways I could do something nice for you."

"We knew you were smart," quipped Natsuko, "and you know us all too well.

Natsuko arrived at Ryan's apartment at 10AM on a Saturday morning. "Good morning, massage school is in. Follow me." Ryan did as he was told and followed her to the second bedroom. She unfolded the massage table, threw a bath sheet over it and produced a bottle of massage oil. "The purpose of massage is to loosen tension in muscles. Some people like a really firm touch, some don't. Personally, I prefer something in between."

Natsuko stripped off her clothes to reveal a G-string bikini. She clambered onto the table, lying face down on the pillow. "Start with my shoulders. Put some oil on me so your hands move freely." He poured a small amount onto his hands and rubbed them together. "Feel for tension and work your fingers over the tension until you feel it loosen." Doing as he was told, he now understood what she meant. Her shoulders DID feel tight, but under Ryan's gentle touch, he could feel them softening.

"I think you're getting it. Give me a moment, gotta give you some more ease of access." She undid the bows of her bikini top, letting the strings fall away. "While you should run up and down my spine, you should also fan out from it. For example, people often feel pain in their shoulder blades. Make sure you get rid of that tension too. Your ‘patient's' sides may also need to be worked on, but no massaging boobs. If it happens, you wait until they turn over." Ryan ran a finger down her spine. He mentally noted the curves and various points of tension. Using the heels of his palms, he worked on each individual vertebra. "Not the way I'd do it," noted Natsuko, "but it works. That feels good. Now fan out across my ribs. See if you can find any more tension. I'm not telling you where, so you can figure out what it feels like."

Ryan ran both hands along each rib. Halfway down, he noticed a spot of tension on her left side. Using a medium touch with his fingertips, he worked on the "knot" in her side until it felt as supple as the surrounding area. "Very good my young apprentice. Now see what you can find in my hips and thighs."

Ryan worked his way down to her hips. He found no real tension, but worked on her arse cheeks. "Having fun groping my arse?" She teased. "Sorry, just checking for tension along the way. Yes I do like your arse, but this is a learning experience for me. Sorry if it seems like I'm just trying to get into your pants."

"It's ok, I'm kidding. You can use a slightly firmer pressure there if you want to."

Ryan continued to work over Natsuko's arse, before moving on to her hips. It's at this point he noticed a strong knot of tension near her left hip. With a circular motion, he felt it soften under his touch. "Very good," she said, "that feels much better. I don't get why you're such a natural at this."

"I've always been a ‘healer' among my friends. They ask for my advice, I sometimes help them out with certain health issues, but I have never massaged anyone before. That said, I can ‘sense' where you have damage. It shows up as a tingling warmth through my hands."

"Whoa, I didn't know that was on your 6th sense spectrum."

"How do you mean?"

"Everyone has latent 6th sense powers, but strength and sensitivity varies from one person to the next. Some people can talk to the dead. Some can read minds. Some can predict the future. The really freaky ones can do things like move stuff with their minds, or can control others with their minds. I take it that people open up to you in a short amount of time?"

"Always. People have been known to tell me their darkest secrets and their biggest fears."

"Your 6th sense designates you as a healer. Although the Universe has also designated you a stud bull. That said, let's continue with your lesson."

Ryan worked his way down her thighs, her calves and her ankles. When he reached the soles of her feet, she giggled. "Sorry, I am ticklish, just use a firmer touch. I have to say though, you have magical hands. Work your way back up my legs to my hamstring muscles. I may do Yoga, but I still need work on them to keep them supple." He did as he was told and loosened even the faintest trace of tension along the way. "I feel so relaxed, I could almost fall asleep. However I won't, I'm giving you a reward instead."

Natsuko untied the sides of her G-string. "Of course I want a ‘happy ending' to my massage. Although you now look very overdressed for the occasion." She stood up, kissed him and proceeded to strip off his clothes. "Remember, whatever you want to do. Wanna try some new positions?"

"Sure I do. Got anything in mind?"

"I have one you might not know. I don't know if it has a name, but I call it ‘flat doggie.' Instead of being on all fours, I'm lying flat on my stomach. Let me get you a little harder first." She continued to kiss him, before running her tongue down the side of his neck. She then slid down to her knees, taking his entire length into her mouth. Ryan let out a deep sigh of pleasure as Natuko's tongue was a blur over his tool. He asked her to stand, as he returned the favour to her. Ryan may have been inexperienced, but he seemed to have an inbuilt ability to give pleasure. His tongue lapped over her labia, as Natsuko's legs buckled. She braced herself against the massage table as Ryan's tongue drove her wild. "I can't take it any longer," she panted. "Do me now!" Ryan led her to the bed and let her fall forward. She raised her ankles as he eased himself in. "It might sound blunt, but fuck me hard. You have me so horny!"

Ryan's arse became a blur as Natsuko gripped the covers, her knuckles white from the effort. While he's a gentle soul that wouldn't harm a fly unless provoked, in the moment of what he was doing made him far more vigorous in his thrusts than he might have otherwise been. He could feel a tension building within him, building to a climax he's never felt before in his entire life. His arse clenched, his balls twitched, and he ejaculated with a loud grunt. Natsuko gave a drawn out sigh. "I was enjoying your massage, but that's gotta be the best ‘happy ending' ever."

Ryan lay on his back as Natsuko cuddled up to him. "I have to be careful, I'll get addicted to you. You really are the package for me."

"I wish circumstances were different and I could have had a ‘normal' relationship. I feel guilty when I don't share my free time with the four of you. You're my most ‘corrupting influence' but I mean that in a good way. You keep me in shape, and being in a gym with you is fun. It wouldn't matter if you wore a baggy sweatshirt and baggy tracksuit pants, I'd still enjoy working out with you. You always have a cheeky gleam in your eye that brightens my day."

The following day, Janine called Ryan at 8:00 AM. She came to the door in in a casual summer dress, her long dark hair unrestrained over her shoulders. She hugged him tightly and said "we're going to the roof. You can either change into your board shorts or strip to your undies if you want." Ryan did as Janine requested changing into board shorts and a T-shirt. He followed her into the lift and she hugged him tightly "I appreciate you indulging me, it's a great reminder as to why the four of us love you."

"It's no trouble. Natsuko has told me that I seem to have a talent for massage. While I always enjoy sex with all of you, it feels good to give back for looking after me."

"You've made the job fun for us in more ways than you know. Obviously the perk of regular sex, but even the planning of some of your appointments has been fun to set up."

Once out of the lift Janine and Ryan headed into the change room. He noticed the massage table in the corner. "Do we have the top floor to ourselves?"

"Yes we do It's just you and me, as it should be." She stripped off her sun dress to reveal a red swimsuit that you'd describe as "functional;" it showed a little cleavage and was high cut at the waist, but wearing it wouldn't put her at risk of showing a nipple by accident. "Very nice," said Ryan with an approving look, "so you want to swim some laps?"

"Yes I do, but I want you to join me." She dived in. Ryan shed his T-shirt and dived in after her. They swam together for about 8 laps, before she climbed out of the pool. She walked to the change room, towelled herself off and lay face down on the massage table. "I'm massaging you as is?"

"Just pull clothing out of the way when it gets in your way," she said with a devilish grin, " don't think I forgot how horny it made you seeing me in figure hugging Lycra."

"This day is all about you though. All about your pleasure, not mine."

"It is about my pleasure. I'm not toying with you when I say that it makes me feel good to know that you're so turned on by my looks. You make me feel wanted and loved."

"Of course, how could I not love someone that has my back like you do? But yes, seeing you as you are is a big turn on."

Ryan set to work on her shoulders. He slid the shoulder straps down to her elbows as Janine let out a slow sigh of contentment. His gentle touch worked through the tension in her shoulders, as he could feel it dissipating in his hands. "Natsuko's not kidding," she mused, "there are some physiotherapists that don't have your touch. It's as if your hands are putting out some kind of energy, and it feels good. Keep going, this is great." She slipped out of the shoulder straps, now naked to the waist.

Ryan worked his way down her spine, pausing level with her shoulder blades. He could feel heat radiating from her right shoulder blade. His hand hovered above her shoulder blade, as he closed his eyes. To his amazement, he could "see" the inflammation in his head, as if the muscles around her shoulder were glowing red. He poured more massage oil on his hands and ran over her entire shoulder, eyes still closed. In his mind he could visualise the muscles darkening as the tension and inflammation faded. He worked her left shoulder to equalise then ran his hands down her spine. When he reached her swimsuit, he pulled it down to her hips. She responded by stripping it off and saying, "no need to be shy, I was going to be naked anyway."

"As you wish my lady." Janine giggled and gave him a smile. "So you're still doing the formal thing?"

"Of course, today is all about you, I am but your servant." As if to emphasise the point, he worked around her hips and buttocks, to the outer sides of her thighs. He felt some tension on the backs of her thighs that melted away under his touch. He then worked his way down to her knees and calves, watching as a smile of contentment spread across Janine's face. "If I wasn't naked and turned on, I might have fallen asleep," mused Janine, "some of my colleagues would pay good money for your touch, ‘happy ending' or not."

"I'm doing my best to give you my best," replied Ryan, his voice soft, "when I said I wanted to give back, I really mean it."

"In that case, my hamstring muscles need some work and a little more than that." She spread her legs wide enough to expose herself, emphasising the point. "Say no more m'lady."

Ryan could feel tension in her hamstring muscles, but he soon had them very loose. He teased her a little, letting his hands stray close to her folds without touching it. When he did run his fingers up and down her slit, he did it in slow gentle strokes until he could feel the dampness coating his fingers. Janine let out soft moans as he sped up his strokes, before inserting them up to the knuckle. She sighed as Ryan could feel her gripping his fingers between her folds. "Time for part 2 of this scenario," she said with a broad grin.

"Part 2?"

"Yes, let me get up and I'll show you."

She walked to the other side of the room towards something covered by a sheet. With the sheet gone, Ryan could see that it was a gynaecologist's exam chair. "Kinky," he said with a grin, "this could be fun."

"Usually I dread being in one of these chairs, but not today." Janine sat in the chair, legs akimbo on the stirrups. Sensing his cue, Ryan leaned forward to kiss her. His kisses went from her face to either side of her neck. He lingered for a moment, his tongue caressing her neck. He then moved down to her nipples, sucking and grating them with his teeth in a feather light touch. Janine lay back, a content grin on her face. "If only I knew you seven years ago," she noted, I always knew you had it in you to be a good lover, but I've never had it this good."

"I am here for your pleasure," he noted, "Remember, this is my way of repaying the help and support you've been giving me."

"Well I'm definitely getting my money's worth."

Ryan continued down to her stomach, his gentle touch with both his hands and tongue seemed to stoke her fire. Janine bucked a little in the chair as he moved down to her folds. His tongue lapped her folds with a feather light touch, before going firmer. Her moans gained in volume with the pressure he put on her, especially her clitoris. In her mind, an hour had passed before Ryan shed his shorts and entered her. In reality minutes had passed. At first he teased her with the tip of his schlong, before entering her. As expected, he started with a slow pace, building in small increments. Before long, he had the same pace as a steam engine, putting a lot of effort into pumping her. He managed to hang in there for a good 10 minutes before groaning himself. "A-a-anywhere?"

"In me!" Panted Janine. He did as he was told, releasing with a loud grunt. He leaned forward, using the arms of the chair to hold himself above her. He craned his neck down to kiss her, her smile somewhat dreamy. "If only I could have you all to myself," she mused aloud, "I'm not kidding when I say you're the best lover I've ever had. It's going to take me a couple of minutes to recover from that one."

"I did say today was about your pleasure. I was doing my best to remember everything you like. This is your day, so it is entirely about your wants."

"I know, but thanks for making it this good. This time you can wash me in the shower."

"Are you ok to walk to the shower, or should I carry you?"

"I'm going to be a little wobbly on my feet."

"I can carry you if you want."

"No offence, but can you lift me?"

"Yes, Natsuko has also been making me do strength training. I'm no longer the weed I was." He lifted her in his arms and carried her to the shower. She slumped into a chair as Ryan grabbed some shower gel. He soaped down her back, ran his hands through her long dark hair and playfully soaped down her boobs. She stood up and he finished the job, right down to her feet. When he'd finished, he towelled her off and asked, "given your clothes are soaked save for your dress, do you have anything else to wear down to my apartment? I just thought that you might feel awkward without a bra or undies."

"Always considerate. Unless there's a sudden breeze in the corridor, I have nothing to worry about. Sometimes it's kind of liberating to go without a bra or knickers."

Janine packed her swimsuit into her bag, put on her dress and stepped into the lift. Ryan followed her. Once in the lift, she kissed him again, pulling him close. "I know, I know, I have to be professional," she said, "but even for just one day, it's nice to have you all to myself. I hope it's ok with you."

"As I've always said Janine, all members of Team J.A.N.E. have been so good to me. As awkward as it sounds to the four of you, you four will always be my ‘first loves.' Natsuko got my first real kiss and my virginity initially, but all of you have added elements to my life that I would be lost without. I wouldn't say you have a heart of gold, you have a heart of platinum, for both your compassion and your ability to love. I want to give you a day and a night. This means have dinner with me and sleep the night. Keep me company in my huge bed."

Ryan cooked a simple meal of Spaghetti Bolognaise, with a simple dessert of peaches and ice cream. He had great fun hand feeding Janine her dessert as she sat in his lap. He had showered again and changed his clothes to jeans and a T-shirt. He had also rinsed Janine's swimsuit and hung it up in the bathroom. For the rest of the night, Ryan talked about his past and his dreams for the future, and Janine did likewise. Ryan explained that he felt guilty about the four of them having to "share" him with not only each other but all his "clients." Janine countered by saying that she appreciated the fact that he had any moral issues about his predicament. "Believe me, some of my exes wouldn't have given it a second thought. They'd go about their ‘duty' like a walking hard on in a sorority house. You on the other hand care deeply, and it's why we all love you as if each of us was your girlfriend. Don't feel guilty, we all accept the situation."

"Thank you Janine, it does make me feel better. Do you want to turn in for the night?"

"Yes I would, thanks."

Ryan walked into the master bedroom, turning down the covers. Janine shed her summer dress, bending over as she did so. "Nice view!" he teased. He slipped off his T-shirt and unzipped his jeans, bending over as he did so. "Nice view from here too," she replied, before yanking down his underpants. "Lie on your back, I still want to have some fun."

Ryan did as he was told, lying flat on his back in the centre of the bed. Janine clambered astride him, her nipples grazing his chest. She gave him a slow passionate kiss, before licking his earlobe in gentle strokes. She then moved down to his nipples, her eager tongue flicking them gently. In a fluid motion, she moved down his chest and began to lick the underside of his tool. In what seemed like seconds, she had him rock hard. She took his entire length into her mouth, sucking and licking with gusto. When she deemed him "hard enough," she slid his tool into her. She then pivoted forward, in a position that could only be described as "reverse missionary;" on top of him, but thrusting backwards onto his schlong. As she did so, she kissed him with a passion. Both could feel their climaxes building. Ryan blew first, followed not long after by Janine. She collapsed onto his chest, basking in the warmth of the afterglow.

The following morning, Ryan awoke to find Janine still asleep on his shoulder. Sensing his movement, she awoke and smiled. "So this is what it's like to wake up next to someone you love? By that I mean alone with someone."

"You've given me a new experience too."

"How so?"

"With every ex or even fling, I've always awoken on my guard. Whether being ready to sneak away, bracing myself for regret or insults, or realising that I've woken up next to an arsehole. There's none of that with you, I feel so secure being around you."

"I feel likewise, since the first time we met. Is it wrong of me to say I'm falling in love with you?"

"No, it's fine for you to say that. I accept that I have to share you, and I don't hold it against your clients or the other members of Team J.A.N.E. I don't even mind if you consider the four of us your ‘wives' in a harem type arrangement if it means getting to spend time with you."

"I think I will always feel guilty about having to share myself with so many. I would be quite happy with only one woman, but I do have feelings for all four of you."

"The fact that you are conflicted about your feelings is what makes us love you. You're doing everything you can to NOT be an arsehole. When you offered the opportunity for each of us to have a day of having you to ourselves, I would have been quite happy to just have a picnic and have a quiet meal at your place, but you specifically asked us, instead of suggesting something yourself. Even if the Black Widow virus never happened, you have no idea just how rare you are."

The following day, Ryan awoke at 8AM. He showered, shaved, had some breakfast and read the morning paper. His phone rang, its screen displaying "Alice Lang."

"Good morning Ryan, are you ready for the day?"

"Of course, what's your plan?"

"I'm coming by shortly, about half an hour. Just be ready and I'll explain when I get there."

"See you then."

Half an hour later, the doorbell rang. Alice wore a black trench coat, red 5 inch heels and makeup that looked as if it had been applied with an airbrush. Pale foundation, bright red lipstick, pink rose coloured blush and peacock blue eye shadow. Her long blonde hair hung unrestrained down her back. Ryan stared for a moment, speechless. "What's the matter, haven't you seen a blonde in makeup before?" She teased. Ryan shook his head.

"I'm sorry for staring, but you look like a work of art. The only time I've ever seen makeup like yours is in Hollywood movies. I'm just a little stunned."

"Thank you. I've never had a compliment like that before, but if you think that's good, wait till you see what's under my trench coat." She sauntered inside, undid the belt on her coat and flashed him. A gold heart locket hung from her neck, paired with matching gold heart earrings. She wore a red satin bra, panties and suspender belt that left little to the imagination. Attached to the suspender belt were sheer black stockings. "I really appreciate the effort you've gone to," he noted, "I know this is your day, but it's one of the things I love about you. You anticipate better than most people about what others like or want."

"It is my profession after all, but I have good reason to be dressed to the nines. We're going fine dining tonight."

"Do I need a crash course in etiquette?"

"No, just don't burp and fart at the table or drink straight from the bottle and we'll be fine." Ryan cracked up laughing. "Do I do that?"

"Not that I've seen, but when I say fine dining, I mean the place we're going to isn't really rigid about the rules of etiquette. Besides, I'll be the envy of every woman in the restaurant."

Alice sat down at the dining table with Ryan. "First of all, I'm going to ask how you're doing."

"I'm doing great overall. I just can't shake the guilt of what I do day to day, and especially to the members of Team J.A.N.E. On some level, I think the four of you must feel some resentment about sharing me, and I'm trying to say that with humility."

"Believe me, the four of us have sat down and talked about this at length. Each of us wishes it were different and we could each have you to ourselves. We're willing to accept it because we trust each other, and we know you love us. We're thankful just to have regular sex with a man, let alone having a gentleman like you. Try to let go of that if you can."

"I will try to, but I appreciate your understanding. Will you be annoyed if I kiss you at the moment?"

"Why do you say that?"

"It looks like you put a lot of work into your makeup, I thought it would mess it up if I did." Alice doubled over with laughter. "I know this makes me look ‘sophisticated and cultured,' but in this case it's a façade. I plan on getting very messy tonight."

"You mean sloshed?"

"Maybe a little drunk, but more of the carnal kind of messy. Remember on your birthday when I asked you to rip my clothes off? I'm not doing that tonight, but you will definitely be ‘ravishing' me tonight."

"I am intrigued. What do you want to do in the meantime?"

"Ever taken a ride in a limo?"

"Nope, that'd be a new one for me."

Alice Held him close in a warm hug, as she kissed him in a scene not out of place in a 40s movie cliché. It seemed to last for half an hour, with Ryan hoping that for now it wouldn't end. Her ruby red lips, powder blue eyes and the soft caress of the scent of her perfume. Alice always looked elegant and formal, but here and now, she had stepped out of that persona. Here before him stood a woman willing to throw caution to the wind as if it were confetti at a wedding. She told him, "we have to dress relatively formal for where we're going but I'm not asking that you wear a tuxedo. Somewhere in between is fine."

Ryan chose to wear his suit minus his tie, his shirt unbuttoned at the collar. While he'd gone, Alice said, "I have had a wardrobe change, but it's a surprise until we get to the restaurant." Ryan hadn't noticed the oversized handbag she'd brought in. "So, where are we going?"

"A friend of mine has a restaurant, Templeton's. She runs a great balance between fine dining and classics. Think of someone not messing with a home cooked meal recipe, but cooking it to 5-star standards. I eat there quite often because some nights I REALLY can't be bothered cooking." Alice pulled out her phone. "Jenny, bring the limo out to the driveway, we'll be there shortly."

As they rode the lift to the ground floor, Ryan smiled as he looked into Alice's eyes. "What are you thinking?"

"How lucky I am to have Team J.A.N.E. as my support. It's what inspired me to do what I'm doing today for all four of you."

"We count ourselves lucky to be working with you. I know Team P.L.A.Y. whom have to work with Drew Colt, said it's like working with a walking hard on. I guess we can't expect too much sophistication from an AFL footballer, but despite Yvonne's best efforts, he's still as sophisticated as a can of beer."

"I've never considered myself cultured, but have always at least tried to be nice."

"You are. I know that if you said something offensive, I know you didn't mean it to offend. You're the exact opposite of some of my former patients. Some of them were narcissists, and even sociopaths. You see people in need, your first instinct is to help.

"Janine told me about the first time you met her. You broke down on her shoulder, which is understandable under the circumstances. How you profusely apologised for being turned on by her. The truth is, call me crude for saying so, but we're grateful for having regular dick. It's even better that you care that we enjoy ourselves, like today. Sure I'm going to have fun today, but so will you. All will be revealed at the restaurant."

A gleaming silver 1980s Cadillac stretch limo pulled to a stop just before the driveway to the apartment block's parking garage. The driver, a tall woman in a black suit with auburn hair opened the rear passenger door. "You didn't tell me he was so handsome ma'am," noted Jenny, "you're definitely a lucky woman."

"Thanks," replied Ryan with a smile, "always nice to know it's not just Team J.A.N.E humouring me that I look good." They both stepped into the limo, the door shutting behind them with a solid thud. Ryan studied his surroundings. He'd seen the interiors of limos like this one from various images in American pop culture, but had never set foot in one. Black leather dominated; on the seats, the door trims and other interior panels. A bar in front of them held a crystal decanter full of whisky, a champagne bottle in an ice bucket with tumblers and flutes in a separate compartment. "Have a drink here if you want," suggested Alice, "or you can wait until we get to the restaurant, your choice."

"I think I will wait, but I do love this classic limo. I would have been happy with a taxi, but this is really cool."

"I figured you'd like it, and Jenny here "volunteered" it. She owns the limo company, but she jumped at the chance to ferry us on our date."

"Do I have to ‘repay' the favour? I don't mind if I do, just asking."

"No, she just wants to be on the schedule." Ryan lowered the partition. "When is good for you Jenny? You've done my team a favour, I'm happy to reciprocate."

"Sunday afternoon would be good."

"OK, just let Janine or Alice know if you have any specific requirements. For example, what I'm doing today is treating Alice for all her hard work as a part of my team. I just told her, ‘I'll go along with whatever you want to do for the day." I didn't expect a limo, or the restaurant we're going to, but here we are."

"Thanks, I appreciate you bumping me up the list. I was married before the Black Widow virus, and lost my husband to it. We always had plans to have kids, but I still want to."

The limo pulled up at the door of Templeton's The Maitre'd smiled as they entered. "Good to see you again Alice. This must be Mr Daniels. He's even more handsome in person, welcome sir."

"No need to be so formal, feel free to call me Ryan."

"I'm Denise, the owner of this restaurant. Feel free to call me personally if you need anything. I do mean anything, as you can imagine, male customers are a rarity these days."

"I won't need much, I just might ask for detail on the menu. I'm not used to fine dining, so I might need help in understanding menu items. Truth is, I'm just craving a good steak."

"I'm sure I can help with that. Here at Templeton's we don't use flowery verbose descriptions. We get to the point in terms everyone can understand."

"Good to know, I was worried I might make a goose of myself in understanding the menu."

"I chose Templeton's not just because I love the food, but because it'll ease you into fine dining. They won't think you an idiot because you don't necessarily know which fork to use, or that you don't know what that dish in French translates to in plain English. Denise's chefs do the simple and the complex. You could ask for something with caviar and cooked with Cognac, or a well done Lasagne and they're happy to do either."

"Did you call in a favour here?"

"No, your very presence here is doing them a favour. People will talk about you dining out here."

Denise led them to their table. As she sat down, Ryan pulled out her chair for her. She shed her trench coat to reveal a bright red satin dress that looked as if it struggled to restrain her curves. A generous amount of cleavage showed on what passed for a neckline, held to her shoulders by inch wide straps. "Woah!" Said Ryan in amazement. "You like it?"

"Oh yeah. Just when I thought you couldn't get any sexier, you do this. You look so beautiful." Alice blushed. "Thank you. Always good to hear compliments, but you just made my day."

Ryan looked into Alice's eyes in silence for a moment. Mischief twinkled in her eyes, the slightest trace of a smirk in the corners of her mouth. Before anything could be said, the waiter arrived with the menus. Ryan read down the list. A post it note in red highlighted something at the bottom of the menu:

"Scotch Fillet Flambe. 250g of prime Angus beef seared in rum. Served with vegetables of your choice, with garlic, barbecue or chilli sauce." The post it note said "recommend the barbecue side sauce- Denise"

Ryan smiled. 'Looks like she could see me coming,' he thought to himself, 'but I appreciate the thought'.

Alice ordered the Barramundi and Salad. Her immediate drink order was a bottle of Moet champagne. "Are you into champagne?" she asked.

"Yes, on occasion."

"Two flutes to go with the bottle," said Alice, "And an ice bucket."

The waitress returned to the kitchen to collect the appropriate bottle and glassware. She wheeled out a sterling silver ice bucket, placed the flutes at their places and deftly poured some of the Moet into the glass. Ryan clinked his glass to Alice's. "To many more years working together," he said with a smile, "may they be as happy as they are now." He took a sip. "Now I understand the fuss about Moet, this is good!"

Ryan could feel the champagne going to his head as their food arrived. He placed his serviette in his lap, waited until Alice had her knife and fork, then drove his knife into his steak. Dipping the piece he'd cut off it into the barbecue sauce, he let it sit in his mouth for a moment. He smiled as he realised that Alice wasn't kidding when she said they do simple and complex at 5-star level. While he'd eaten steak before, he tasted not just the meat itself, but the flavour of the rum and the lightly spiced barbecue sauce combination. Swallowing, he said "if life were normal, this is the kind of restaurant I would aspire to take a date to, the food is amazing!"

"I told you the experience would be fun. Denise is a perfectionist, and she expects it of her staff."

"I love it. A beautiful setting, great staff and even better food." He cut into a piece of potato, noting it too had somehow been spiced. Although he was savouring his meal, he knew it wouldn't be long before he'd empty the plate. Alice was doing likewise with her Barramundi, alternating between bites of salad and the tender cooked fish. "So what's for dessert?" he asked. "You'll find out soon enough," she said with a cheeky grin, "let's just say it's sweet and spicy."

Once their plates were devoid of all but the tiniest scraps, Alice said, "excuse me, I'm just going to powder my nose." While she was gone, Ryan surveyed the room. Some women smiled and waved at him. Some of the kitchen staff were glancing out at him. One of the chefs asked Denise, "is Sir enjoying his food?"

"I think so, Adrienne said neither of them left a scrap of food on the plate."

"That's good, nice to know he likes what we cooked for him."

Alice returned to the table and sat down. She looked him in the eye and tapped him on the knee under the table. He gave her a quizzical look and she handed him what felt like a piece of satin cloth under the table. It took him a few seconds to register that she'd just handed him her panties. Her smile almost shouted "let's get into trouble!"

Sensing what she had in mind, Ryan excused himself and headed for the gents' toilet. He unzipped his fly, relieved himself and shuffled over to the basin to wash his hands. He glanced at his reflection in the illuminated mirror, to find Alice standing behind him, a wide grin on her face. She grabbed his arse, before turning to face him. "Remember when I mentioned ‘getting messy?' You're the only guy in the place, so yes, we will have some privacy." She kissed him, drawing him closer by not letting go of his arse. After what seemed like an eternity, her hands wandered down to his sides then his fly. She unzipped him and reached inside his underwear. Her gentle touch had him hard in barely a minute. She dropped to her knees, her deft tongue caressing the underside of his tool. She switched to taking his entire length into her mouth, her lipstick smearing all over it.

After a few minutes, Ryan asked her to stand up. He unzipped the back of her dress, exposing her ample breasts. He licked her nipples, alternating between swirling his tongue around them and sucking them. He dropped to his knees, lifting up her skirt to reveal that yes, she had gone commando. With slow strokes, his tongue ran the entire length of her labia, occasionally darting inside. He also slid his fingers inside, starting with one before building to three. Alice had managed to keep her moans down to a discreet level, but after the first climax she panted, "Please, I want it in me."

Ryan made her bend over the bench as he entered her. With a deep sigh, she took in his length. As he raised tempo, he reached around, cupping her breasts. His fingers alternated between brushing up against and gently pinching her nipples. Alice couldn't help herself by now, her moans rising in volume. "Harder!" She urged. Ryan obliged, pumping her even faster. He then suggested they change positions.

Alice turned around, her arse on the vanity bench. With her dress now only covering her waist, Ryan took in the very sexy view before him. He entered her again and pumped away, kissing her with a passion as he did so. They could both feel their climaxes rising, gaining speed as they reached the finish line. Alice came close to shrieking as she climaxed, Ryan with a more subtle grunt. She smiled at him. "Thank you, I've always wanted to do that, and you did very well."

"I was having just as much fun as you, it was my pleasure as well as yours."

"Do you want to stick around for dessert, or do you want to go?"

"Nope, I could do with some Tiramasu."

Ryan zipped his fly and straightened his hair. While Alice did retouch her makeup and ran a brush through her hair, she still looked flushed. Eyes swivelled in their direction, as she could almost hear women whisper, "lucky bitch!" She looked Ryan in the eye. "Note how everyone is looking at us. Women are envious of me because they know what I just got up to. This shows them that you can be adventurous, and they get to see you with their own eyes, not just in TV interviews."

"It's a strange feeling for me. If society had been normal, as in equal men and women, I would have been embarrassed by what we once did. However because of my rarity, I can shrug off any shame as if I didn't own up to a fart in a lift. I find it a little disturbing."

"Call it confidence. While you might think it arrogance, it isn't. It just means you know you can pull off things that your former self couldn't. Besides, you're not hurting anyone by what we just did."

"This is why I trust you with my state of mind. This is your day, but I've had a lot of fun today."

"It's not over yet." Said Alice with a cheeky wink.

They both ate their Tiramasu in silence, but their expressions said it all. Ryan, curious as to what kind of debauchery still lay in store for him, and Alice with a cheeky grin the whole time. They finished their desserts, the waitress came to clear their plates. "Is there any more we can do for you?"

"Yes, give this to Denise." Alice handed her a business card and $500 in cash. "I'll be back in a moment Ryan."

Alice returned wearing her trench coat. Her handbag bulged with something, but he thought nothing of it. She held Ryan's hand as they walked to the door. Denise gave them a broad smile. "Thanks for the boost Alice. I'll be in touch soon."

"Boost?" Asked Ryan.

"Remember when I said your very presence would cause a stir? She had mentioned via her publicity that you would be here. I don't mind that other people know I'm part of Team J.A.N.E, and this way, it gives her a lot of exposure. She deserves it, Templeton's is one of the best restaurants in this city. It's due to her team and her flair. She's a 5 star chef herself, but she watches her team, guiding them. By the way, I think she wants in on the breeding programme too."

"I'm surprised she'd have time for motherhood."

"She doesn't really want kids, she'd just like to get into your pants, no offence."

"No problem, I'll still oblige her anyway."

Jenny had parked the limo within metres of the restaurant door. She opened the door for them both, as Ryan and Alice piled in. Alice raised the partition. "OK, here's part 2 of this round of debauchery." She clambered onto his lap, opening her trench coat as she did so. It took him all of a second to realise that besides her thigh high stockings, she wore not a single stitch under it. She wasted no time in kissing him,, trailing from his lips to his neck, unbuttoning his shirt and unbuckling his belt. She undid his fly, pulling down his pants in one swift movement. Her finely manicured fingers reached into his underpants, stroking the underside of his tool. She pulled down his underwear and began sucking his schlong with gusto. She had him as hard as a diamond in moments.

Alice faced him. "Now it's your turn," she said with a cheeky smile, dropping to flat on her back on the floor. Ryan was by now naked, taking in the vision of beauty in front of him. He began with kissing her, moving his way down to the front of her neck. He licked each of her nipples before sliding his tongue down to her navel. Just before he reached the opening of her folds, he paused. Her hips bucked in anticipation. His tongue barged into her folds, making Alice let out an involuntary gasp. Alice continued to buck her hips as if electricity jolted through her. Her knuckles whitened as she gripped the floor carpet. Ryan smiled with a lopsided grin. "Ready?"

"Please stop teasing me," she pleaded, I want you in me."

Ryan slid into her quickly, building his pace in seconds. While Alice usually was quiet as a lover, you might say her moans were softly spoken. In this case she almost shrieked as he pumped away. He increased his pace as he approached climax. Alice felt her own orgasm building with this change of pace. Her back arched and a loud moan escaped her lips. Ryan came 10 seconds after Alice. He bent down to kiss her. "Truth be known, I think this is the kinkiest thing I've done to date, but I loved it," mused Ryan, "Thanks for suggesting what you have done."

Alice faced Ryan, lying on her side. "While this has been my day, I had a couple of ulterior motives for today's events. The first it to help Denise, the second was to do with your confidence. I have done wilder things, but I was having fun corrupting you further."

"Well I think you achieved your objectives. I don't feel any shame about getting naughty in the bathroom. I just felt pleasure, and of course while I always enjoy sex with you, I also enjoy seeing you naked. If you hadn't studied psychology, you might have been a model."

"No way, I'm far too smart for a career like that, I'd get very bored, fast."

"I know, and I love how your mind works. All four members of Team J.A.N.E. bring something different to my makeup. In your case, it's a supportive enhancement of both my confidence and my wild side. Like Janine, the first thing that caught my attention about you wasn't your boobs or long legs, it's your blue eyes. It makes you stand out in a room, and I've learned to read the intelligence and emotion in them.

"If only there were four of you, and each of us could have one of you to ourselves," lamented Alice, "I don't mind sharing you, but if I had a choice, I wouldn't."

Alice buttoned up her trench coat, Ryan put his suit back on. Alice lowered the partition and said to Jenny, "Take us back to the stud farm."

"Not that I was prying, but is Ryan really that good?"

"I guess we were a bit loud. Yes, Team J.A.N.E. taught him female anatomy well. He does know how to make a girl feel good."

The limo pulled up beside the lobby of the apartment block. Jenny opened the door, Ryan and Alice field out. "Thanks for your discretion Jenny, call us when you want Ryan to come out with you."

"No worries. Thanks Alice, and thanks to you Ryan for giving me consideration."

"Always," added Ryan, "I never let a favour go unreturned."

As Alice and Ryan rode the lift to his apartment, he asked, "What would you like to do for the rest of the day and/or evening?"

"I'd just like to spend some time with you. Not necessarily in bed, just having fun with each other."

Ryan explained to Alice what he and Janine had got up to for her day. She smiled and asked "Would you want to skinny dip again?"

"Only if that's what you want. Remember, this entire day is all about you, not what I want."

"True, but I do enjoy seeing you enjoy yourself. You've been a bright light in my life ever since you came into it."

"I'd like to cook for you. I can cook dinner for you, and we could retire to bed, or something else if you wish."

"What did you have in mind for dinner?"

"Do you like spicy food? I'm good with Indian Vindaloo curry."

"That does sound good. I never knew you could cook."

"I don't think they'd want me in a 5-star restaurant, but I did pick up a thing or 15 from watching Mum cook."

Ryan insisted Alice put her feet up, have a shower if she wanted to, or just sit in the kitchen and watch him at work. It didn't take long before the scent of his spicy Vindaloo wafted out from the kitchen. Watching him cook intrigued her. The whole time he was in motion; stirring, adding ingredients or checking. It piqued her interest when he poured some chilled vinegar into a bowl, cut up a cucumber and dropped the slices into it. "What's that?"

"Side salad." Something we always had with curry, it helps damp down the effects of the spices. Never drink water to cool down your mouth for spicy food, it just makes it worse."

"It smells beautiful, I can't wait to try it."

In what seemed like no time, Ryan had served Alice some Vindaloo on a bed of fluffy white rice. A bowl of cucumber and vinegar was placed beside it. She took her first mouthful and sighed. "I've been to Indian restaurants before, and somehow you managed to beat them. This is amazing."

"Thank you, I'm glad you love it. I was a little worried I might have overdone it with the curry. When I was a kid, we used to have a little giggle at guests unused to Mum's potent version. I've damped down that a little with wildflower honey."

"No, it's a great balance, and I was wondering what the other ingredient was until you told me."

They both ate in silence for a while, their expressions speaking volumes. Ryan just pleased that Alice had the kind of day she wanted, Alice appreciating Ryan for the gentleman he was. Humble, creative, considerate, and thanks to the efforts of Team J.A.N.E, a "romance novel" level of lover. They soon finished both the main meal and dessert, with Alice offering to help with the dishes. "But this is your day, I can't expect you to lift a finger if you don't want to."

"I do want to help though, I insist."

Ryan filled the kitchen sink and got to work scrubbing the dishes. Alice came up behind him to give him a hug. In doing so, he became aware of the fact that Alice had opened her trench coat, and she still had no clothes under her coat. She still grabbed a tea towel and dried the dishes, making exaggerated moves of bending over to put the dishes in the drawer. As the last fork and spoon were returned to the drawer, she faced him, wrapping her arms around the back of his neck. "I want to thank you for giving me the best day I've had in a long time. It's like you've given me a Christmas present early."

"I did aim to please, and it's good to hear that I did it right. What would you like to do next?"

"I'd like to have a shower, wanna join me?"

"Of course, if you're offering."

"I'm not, I'm insisting."

Ryan was about to strip off his clothes and put them in the laundry basket, but Alice beat him to it. She shed her trench coat then stripped him naked. She stepped into the shower, testing the water for a comfortable temperature. She then curled her finger in a "come here" motion. He wasted no time in getting in. He squirted some shower gel onto his hands and proceeded to rub her back, down her legs and playfully rubbing her arse. He then snaked his hands around to her front, taking his time with her boobs. He fanned out to her stomach, before giving a playful rub to her folds. She smiled and said "your turn!"

Alice proceeded to rub his chest, his legs and back. She then pulled him closer to her, hands gripping his buttocks firmly. She kissed him on the lips, her tongue darting into his mouth. Ryan blushed for a moment, and in his mind he stifled a giggle. I'm embarrassed about that? I've done far crazier stuff than that! He returned her kiss before she lowered herself to her knees. She fondled his balls, her other hand running her fingers along the underside of his tool. It stiffened in seconds under her gentle touch, before she took its entire length into her mouth. Ryan beckoned her to stand up.

He turned off the water, towelled her off and did likewise to himself. He carried her to the bedroom, depositing her in the centre of the bed. He parted her legs and proceeded to lash her folds with the same enthusiasm she'd shown his schlong. Alice gripped the bedspread tight, her knuckles whitening under her tight grip. Her hips bucked to meet the thrusts of his tongue as he sped up. As she reached a climax, he clambered further up the bed and entered her. Alice's grip changed to his arse again, drawing him in closer. He pumped her hard, as they both synched their rhythm. Ryan could feel his climax building again, but slowed. He felt Alice tense around his tool as she likewise approached her limit. She let out a loud moan, prompting Ryan to speed up again. She climaxed again, followed not long after by Ryan. He finished, collapsing to the bed beside her. "Pardon my French and the pun, but holy fuck! You are becoming a pro at this."

"I had good teachers. The four of you have no idea just how good you are. Yes I have had a crash course in women over the past few months. I've reconciled what I do for a living with my morals, but compared to my clients, nobody has measured up to you four."

"Us? We're that good?"

"Yes, Natsuko once told me, ‘I've become addicted to you.' The feeling is mutual with the four of you. I can truthfully say I love the four of you, and couldn't give any of you up. The only part of it that bothers me is that it's unfair that the four of you have to share me."

Ryan grabbed a towel, wiped himself and Alice off, then pulled the covers over the both of them. He faced her, holding her in a hug and kissing her, both enjoying the warm glow of the moment. Fatigue overtook them both, falling asleep in each other's arms.

Ryan awoke before Alice, brewing some coffee. He took in his mug of orange juice and Alice's mug. He waved it near her nose. "Morning sexy, how are you this morning?" She gave him a dreamy grin. "Never better. You don't have to do more for me today, this is now Natsuko's day."

"I know, but it's just how I am."

"Part of the reason why we love you." She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him again. "I guess I better get my arse out of bed and put my clothes on."

"Not that I mind seeing you naked," said Ryan with a smirk. "Do you want a shower?"

"Yes thanks, I'll clean myself up and get out of here."

Alice jumped into the shower and emerged from the bathroom in her trench coat. "Are you still bare arsed under that coat?"

"No, I put my bra, undies and stockings back on."

Alice ran a brush through her hair as Natsuko rang her. "Hey Blondie, stop hogging him," she teased, "I'm on my way over." Ryan couldn't help but laugh. "Cheeky as a hippo's bum as usual," he noted, "but that cheekiness is an endearing quality."

"It is. You should see her Yoga classes."

Alice opened the door as Natsuko was about to knock. "So were you still up to some debauchery this morning?"

"Not at all. Ryan brought me a coffee to help wake me up, and that was about it."

"I forgive you then."

While Alice chatted to Natsuko, Ryan scrubbed himself clean, brushed his teeth, shaved and put on his "school uniform;" a white button up shirt, grey pants, sneakers and a black blazer. Natsuko knocked on the bathroom door. He opened it to find her in the uniform of a private schoolgirl; white buttoned blouse, black blazer, black pleated skirt and black leather shoes. Her long black hair was weaved into a single braid. She smiled and said, "you'd think you'd seen a ghost or something."

"You look amazing, and in uniform, few would figure out your true age."

"Granted, a 27 year old has a hard time passing as a schoolgirl, but this really is my high school uniform. Thank you for the compliment, and you look awesome yourself."

"I'll take your lead, what are we doing next?"

"Breakfast. Have you had any?"

"Not yet."

Natsuko loaded the toaster, put some bacon and eggs in the frypan and worked through cooking them both breakfast. She still wore the same apron that she wore the morning after his birthday, although at the time she wore nothing but the apron. She smiled as she served breakfast, mischief in her eyes. "Take a picture," she joked between mouthfuls of toast, "it'll last longer."

"True, but your cheeky personality is far more fun to be around than just a picture of you."

"Point taken."

Ryan finished his breakfast and collected the plates. "You don't have to-"

"No, remember, this is your day. If you want to sit on your arse, bare your arse, whatever you want to do, you shouldn't have to worry about something as mundane as washing dishes. After all, you cooked, so fair's fair."

"Bare my arse huh? Are you daring me?"

"Only if you want it to be." She poked out her tongue at him and raised her skirt, to reveal a demure pair of white cotton panties. "Very nice. You are going for attention to detail on this fantasy."

"I'm Japanese, it's what we do. Meticulous attention to detail. Now follow me."

Natsuko led him to the lift, holding his hand as if they were a teenage couple. He lowered his head to kiss her, a slow sensual sliding of lips. She grinned, the expression almost making her eyes twinkle. "Good to see you're dropping right into character. Try to imagine me as that girl you always had a crush on, and you just discovered the feeling is mutual. The irony was that when I was in high school, a guy I had a crush on was a dead ringer for you. Unfortunately for me, I discovered he was really an obnoxious jock, the polar opposite of you."

"I had a similar story. She was tall, blonde, and of course everyone loved her. I discovered by bitter experience that she was a narcissist. Imagine a younger, less endowed, less attractive and far dimmer version of Alice, with green eyes. If I'd met you back then, I would have found you so much more attractive; cheeky, fun, bubbly, and beautiful. Although I probably wouldn't have had the guts to ask you out."

"I'm unsure how it would go back then. Because of my training schedule, my Japanese accent being a little stronger and of course being Asian, I was somewhat of a misfit back then. I know I'm really cheeky, and was back then, but I would have been happy to hang out with you, if your personality was how it was when we first met."

"You could say that, strong ‘shy geek' vibes. I cared about those around me."

"Which is why at the very least, we would have been the best of friends back then. I know I could trust you. Private school girls can be so bitchy."

"I really wish I had known you back then, but I'm really glad you're part of my team." He held her tight and kissed her again as the lift doors opened. A couple of women filed into the lift as Natsuko blushed and scurried out. "I thought we had the atrium floor to ourselves. I'll ask Janine to seal it off." She led him by the hand to the locker room, which by now was devoid of people. Ryan locked the door behind him. She sat on the bench, patting it beside her. Ryan did as asked, sitting thigh to thigh with her. He kissed her again, cradling her jaw in his palm. She grabbed his other hand, placing it on the front of the collar of her blouse. She winked. "Your high school crush is horny. I'm sure you know what she wants."

Ryan dropped his left hand to the small of her back, his other hand unbuttoning her blouse. She shrugged off her blazer, letting it fall to the floor. He undid the last button on her blouse. "Just letting you know, my bra is a front loader for ease of access. Those are press studs on the front of it." She held his hand on her right breast. "You know you want to."

Ryan unsnapped all three press studs holding her bra together in one swift motion. He cradled her right breast while running his tongue over her left nipple. Natsuko let out a long sigh of pleasure, enjoying the gentle strokes of his tongue. He swapped to her right nipple, running his tongue around it as his fingers ran over her left. She unbuttoned his shirt, her hands running along his chest.

Ryan's hand slid up Natsuko's inner thigh, his fingers barely making contact with her skin. She smiled, kissing him and unzipping his fly. His tool hardened in moment, straining to be released from its cotton restraints. Ryan continued up her thigh, reaching her soft cotton panties. At first, he ran his fingers outside, noticing the dampness at his touch. He then found the waistband, his whole hand reaching inside. By now he could feel the dampness flowing from her.

He beckoned her to stand up for a moment. She did as he asked, pausing only to pull down his pants and underwear. Ryan slid her panties down to her ankles and undid her skirt. He laid her back down to the bench kissing her. Their tongues intertwined until Ryan broke off to fondle her nipples again. While he had a breast in each hand, his tongue dived into her folds. Natsuko bucked her hips as she enjoyed the sensation of Ryan's dexterous tongue. For a few minutes she felt her mind blanking out with the pleasure. When he paused for a moment, she sat upright and said "come here, I want to return the favour."

"Remember, it's about your-"

"This IS my pleasure, it's my fantasy after all."

She wasted no time in taking his entire length into her mouth. Her tongue swirled along his tool driving him to the same level of pleasure she had just experienced. Just on the edge of climax, Natsuko stopped. "I can't imagine my 18 year old self saying this, but please, fuck me."

"How do you want me?"

"I'll bend over, ride me hard."

While he knew she was soaking, he still entered slowly. He then pumped her hard, his hips bumping her arse like a piston. He wanted to last longer, but the combination of seeing Natsuko's pert arse, the sexiness of the roles they played and the physical sensation of pumping this hard drove him over the edge in a few minutes. "I-I-'I'm about to-"

"Pull out and all over me," she panted, "just let loose." Ryan sprayed over her, from her arse to halfway up her back. She paused to catch her breath, turning to face him. She held him close again, kissing him with the passion of a real girlfriend. "I don't want to question my luck, I'm grateful to get to be around someone as rare as you."

"That I'm just considerate?"

"It's not just that. While we did teach you some, you have a natural talent for sex that I don't think can be taught."

"So what would you like to do next?"

"Take off your clothes and lie on your back."

Natsuko shed her blouse and bra, stroking his tool. It seemed to take less than a minute to get him hard again. He couldn't explain why, but something about her being naked except for her shoes and knee high socks he found arousing. "Good thing the principal isn't around," he joked, "there's a good chance she'd expel you if she caught us."

"That's why we don't get caught." She lowered herself onto his schlong, before riding him like a jockey. Ryan grabbed her arse, adding to the momentum. This only encouraged her to go faster. Her moans grew in volume and tempo, giving Ryan a cue that she was about to climax. She asked him to get up, swapping places with him on the bench. He pumped away to another climax of his own. "In me!" she panted, "blow your load inside." Doing as asked, he came to his climax with a muffled grunt. He leaned down to kiss her again. "I'll be only too happy to do this again," he mused aloud, grinning from ear to ear. "It was you that took my virginity, and I can say you're my most ‘corrupting influence.' I'm not sorry though. I can still be a gentleman, but it's fun to be cheeky like you."

"I always said it would be fun to corrupt you. You were so sweet and innocent when we met you."

"Speaking of which, what are we doing next?"

"See that bag? There's something in it for you to wear. Give me a moment to change."

Natsuko took off her shoes and socks then disappeared around the corner. She opened a locker, returning in a white one piece swimsuit. It showed a generous amount of cleavage and could only be described as "just adequate" in covering her arse. Ryan opened the bag to find a pair of black Speedos. He put them on and followed her out to the pool. "We can swim laps or just get right into it," she said. "Imagine you were at a public pool and you got horny, only to discover your girlfriend feels the same way." She dived in with a move worthy of an Olympic swimmer. Ryan did an awkward jump into the water, swimming over to her. The water at a comfortable 26 degrees made for a relaxing experience. Rather it would be if the two of them hadn't the kind of hormone levels one would expect from two teenagers given a weekend alone at a beach house. As he approached, Natsuko gave him a gleaming, cheeky smile. "Having fun?"

"Oh yeah. Thanks for doing this as your day. Like you, I had fantasised about having a girlfriend in my teens. You made the reality so much better than my fantasy."

"You mean because there's no threat of parents walking in, or because both of us already know what we want?"

"A little of both. We know what drives each other wild, but if this had been reality 7 years ago, we would have had my dingy flat, not this awesome heated pool and luxurious apartment. Also, I couldn't have imagined getting to do something like this with a woman like you." He kissed her for a moment, squelching any reply she might have expressed. He held her tight in the moment, just enjoying everything about it.

Natsuko reached for the draw string of Ryan's Speedos. She pulled the bow and reached in, finding him to already be as hard as an anvil. She stroked his tool, feeling him harden even more. He reciprocated by reaching between her legs, finding that the crotch of her swimsuit had press studs. A quick tug pulled them open, his hands reaching in to feel her warm, damp folds. She smiled at him, the twinkle in her eye suggesting "do what you like." He smiled back kissing her again. His fingers delved inside her, long curved strokes seeming to massage her inside. She moaned, her head resting on his shoulder. His other hand caressed her nipples, before pulling down one of the shoulder straps.

Natsuko nuzzled his neck before falling back, floating in the water. With his hands under her arse, Ryan entered her. Sliding in slow at first, he soon had a rhythm. He enjoyed the sight of her in the water as he pumped away. Before long, he could feel a climax building. He asked her to go to the steps of the pool, where he bent her over the edge, ramming her doggie style. This time there was no stopping the orgasm for either of them. Ryan let out a loud grunt before emptying into her. Natsuko paused for a moment to catch her breath. She pulled up the shoulder straps of her swimsuit, snapped the press studs of the crotch together and walked back to the locker room. Ryan pulled up his Speedos and followed. As he did so, he made a playful grope of her arse. "My aren't we horny," she quipped, "I guess we better shower off and take this up to your place." She turned on the shower, stripped and did likewise to Ryan. While they did soap each other off, it seemed more like a mutual excuse to feel each other up. They towelled off, Ryan put his clothes on, but Natsuko disappeared behind the lockers again, to come out wearing a red tracksuit. The front of the jacket she left unzipped low enough to show some cleavage. "Are you naked under that?" He asked

"I guess you'll have to find out at your place." She hung her swimsuit on a drying rack and put her school uniform in her bag. They walked to the lift with wide grins on their faces, resembling the "horny teenagers" Natsuko's fantasy entailed.

Ryan asked if she wanted to spend the night. "Truth is, I'd love to wake up cuddling you," he said, "yeah we're supposed to be professional, but what I feel for the four of you runs deeper than colleagues."

"The feeling is mutual my boy," said Natsuko, her cheeky expression betraying an undertone of seriousness, "I think all four of us are falling for you."

"Which is why I'm loathe to do anything to hurt any of you. If I am, please tell me."

After Natsuko had ordered some pizza, they sat on the couch cuddling. After watching a couple of DVDs, Ryan suggested they go to bed. He shed his shoes, took off his pants and unbuttoned his shirt. At this point he stood her up and unzipped her tracksuit top, exposing her bare breasts. He pulled her pants down, now rendering her naked. "I don't know how you could have so much self-control," he noted, if I wasn't wearing undies on the couch next to you, I'd feel so horny. Both because I find you so attractive, and because you know so well what turns me on."

"I've learned to suppress my horniness around you, and it took me a while to be able to master it. Early in the piece, it would take all my will not to just bend over, pull down my pants and ask you to do me. Before the Black Widow virus came along I had a couple of years of being slutty, it was as if I were making up for not having even a boyfriend in high school. You have no idea just how much it meant to me to have this fantasy come true."

"It has been a pleasure, as it was something I never had either. Imagine if we had met as teenagers, you might have needed a crowbar to prise us apart."

"If my life had been different back then, I would have seriously considered marrying someone like you. I'm not trying to make you feel guilty, I'm just saying that even without present day reality, you're very rare."

Natsuko and Ryan fell asleep in each other's arms, both naked. For both, it was a feeling of peace and contentment, both feeling secure in Ryan's large but warm bed. For a time, Ryan reviewed the events of the day in his head, and smiled. Every member of Team J.A.N.E. had been fun to be around, but this day dug into something in his past he thought he'd never have, the full "girlfriend experience," right down to just being teenagers. With that thought, he drifted into a deep sleep.

The following morning, Ryan awoke to find himself wearing a white T-shirt and matching white underwear. Natsuko wore cute pink bunny print pyjamas. He awoke to her broad smile. "Good morning handsome, want some breakfast?"

"I'll get it if you want."

"If you insist, I'll stay here."

"By the way, how DID you manage to put clothes on me without me noticing?"

"You sleep like you're in a coma, it was a cinch!"

Ryan poured two bowls of corn flakes, put some toast in the toaster and brewed some coffee. He was about to carry her breakfast into the bedroom when she came out into the kitchen, fluffy bunny slippers on her feet. "Those are very cute pjs," noted Ryan, "but they do nothing to hide that cheeky gleam in your eye."

"Damn!" she said in mock annoyance, "you saw through me."

They ate in silence, but Ryan would occasionally look into her eyes. Every time he did, she did something to make him laugh. As he reached for the bowls, plates and coffee mugs, he heard a knock at the door. He opened it to find Erica standing there. Her curly red hair had been straightened and tied into a bun, held with two hat pins. She wore gold round rimmed glasses, pale foundation and bright red lipstick. A silver cravat threaded under the collar of her white silk blouse, covered by a navy blue pinstriped business jacket and skirt. Black stockings disappeared under calf length black leather boots. "Good morning Erica," said Ryan, realising he'd been staring for a moment too long, "please, come in."

As Erica entered, Natsuko ran over and hugged him, kissing him passionately. "Please Miss Kelty, let me have a little more time with him!"

"No Miss Tanaka, your time is up."

"NO!" Pleaded Natsuko, "I can't give him up!"

"Come here young lady!" Barked Erica, "you will learn." Erica made her bend over the couch. She yanked down her pyjama pants, tore down her panties and spanked her. "You.....will.....not......monopolise.......Ryan's......... time!" Natsuko pulled up her pants as Erica kissed Ryan. "I'm going to teach you about role play today. Natsuko was just helping me with a demonstration. At the moment, I'm Principal Erica Kelty, and Natsuko was in trouble for hogging you."

"I wasn't sure until you admitted it. Well done to the both of you for making it so convincing."

"Well we already know how much you like my arse," Quipped Natsuko, "so we decided together that you might enjoy watching me getting spanked."

"Yes I did think that was sexy."

Natsuko stripped naked in the lounge room, only to put on her swimsuit and her school uniform over it. She grabbed her bag, kissed him on the cheek and said "have fun" as she left. "Looks like you've already had more fun than you bargained for," noted Erica, "did she do what I think she did?"

"What did you think she got up to?"

"Acted like a hormone driven teenager."

"She did, and in many ways, a fantasy came true for me as well. As an adult, I have no interest in sleeping with an actual schoolgirl, but I never got the opportunity when I WAS a teenager. Apparently she hadn't either, so we both had a lot of fun."

"Have you ever thought about bondage and domination?"

"I don't like the idea of inflicting pain on anyone, but remember when Alice asked me to rip her clothes off? I hadn't thought of that before she suggested it, but it was a real turn on for me. I can do domination without the pain."

"Some people have pain as their kink, but that's not me either. However, we're going to my place, and I have a surprise scenario for you. Don't worry, you'll love this one."

Ryan followed Erica down to her Corolla. He still found himself taking in her outfit and makeup. "Would you like to take a photo?" She asked without a trace of sarcasm. She stood with a smile. "You look gorgeous in your outfit. Are you sure you didn't miss your calling? Master of disguise? Acting?"

"In a sense, my recreational hobbies are where this ability shines. You'll find out what I mean shortly."

Ryan found himself watching the scenery roll by. He realised that her home was semi-rural. A long dirt driveway led up to a grand old homestead. "Welcome to Banksia Homestead. There used to be orchards around it, and it's been in my family for 6 generations. Today it's just the home and 10 acres around it. It's my fortress, my sanctuary. It's the basement that hides my secrets."

"Secrets?"

"I don't tell everyone what my hobbies are, just people I trust."

Erica led him to a bedroom. "On the bed, you'll find an outfit to change into. I'm going into another room to change my clothes. Once you're done, meet me in the dining room." He did as he was told, finding the navy blue and sky blue of a police uniform. He stripped to his undies and put on the shirt, pants, cap and utility belt on the bed. He found a well-polished pair of black shoes at the foot of the bed. He looked at his image in the wardrobe mirror, smiling. ‘Cop' would have been my last career choice, but this will be fun. He studied his utility belt. On it he found handcuffs, a torch with a very suggestively shaped handle and a notepad pouch. He understood what she had in mind, but was now curious as to what kind of outfit she would be wearing.

Erica emerged from her room in a skin tight leather miniskirt, a bright red Lycra bodice, her calf length boots and a simple gold pendant around her neck. "Follow me," she said with a finger curling motion. She pushed aside a ceramic owl ornament on a book case to reveal a latch and lock mechanism. With all the theatrics of a haunted house, the bookcase creaked inwards. They stepped in, with Erica closing it behind him. A softly lit staircase in a gentle spiral led down to a basement illuminated in stark fluorescent light. Ryan noticed shackles on the wall, various sex toys, a set of stocks (as in the kind that captures a prisoner by their wrists and neck) and what at first appearance resembled a massage table. Up close, it became apparent that while it could be used for massage, it also had hinges halfway up its length and armrests that could fold down, with restraints at the neck, waist, wrist and ankle positions. Something Ryan also noticed that a video camera stood on a tripod, with two others mounted on wall stands. "Were you going to film it?"

"Not this time, but at times I have filmed things down here. Here is the role you're taking. There's no ‘good cop, bad cop' here, but you've arrested me. The charge can be whatever you want, I'm challenging your imagination."

"So you're going to let me do whatever you want? Any specific things you want?"

"Nope, the safe word is Beelzebub."

"Safe word?"

"Say the fantasy was something like discipline. When you're role playing, you might say ‘stop! Please stop' in character, but that's acting. Having a safe word means that you're really objecting and want the other person to stop."

"Oh now I get it. Excuse me for being naïve."

"It's ok, I'm partly doing this to educate you, partly for my own pleasure."

As if a switch had been flicked in Erica, her personality changed. "What do you want cop? You've got nothing on me!"

"Oh really," sneered Ryan, "so if I look in your handbag or down your top, I won't find little bags of god knows what kind of party favours?"

"What party favours?! I never use that-"

"Sure you don't! But I'll bet you've always got some on hand for parties. Get over here!" Ryan walked over and handcuffed her. As he did so, he unzipped her bodice, whipping it across the room. He gently groped her breasts and found a minor lump under each cup of her bra. She flinched a little as she pleaded, "it's not what it looks like!" Two packages of white powder in clip seal bags fell to the floor "Baking soda," she whispered, "I don't actually do anything illegal."

"So are you going to tell me where the rest of your stash is, or do I have to strip search you?" Growled Ryan. "Up yours!" She spat in defiance. He unzipped her skirt and pulled it down to the floor. His hands felt inside her panties, and he could feel a faint vibration. Yanking them down, he noted the vibrator wedged between her legs. He opened her handbag and tipped the contents onto a bedside table. In it were more small bags of party favours. With a sly look, Ryan said in a low tone, "I already have enough evidence to keep you locked up for a decade. What are you going to do to make me forget what I just saw?"

"Anything! I just don't want to go to jail!"

"Very well."

He removed the cuffs and led her to the stocks. Now naked, save for her boots, she seemed so vulnerable. Locking it over her neck and wrists, he secured the manacles around her wrists. Instead of removing the vibrator, he turned up the speed on it. He then stepped up on the short stool in front of the stocks and unzipped his fly. With his pants down, he demanded she suck his cock. She did so with as much enthusiasm as her restrained state allowed. As he felt his climax building, he stuttered, "I-I-I'm about to-" Erica nodded. He took this to mean that she wanted him to release in her mouth. It felt as if he had shot down her throat, yet she swallowed and smiled as he removed his tool. "So what else do I have to do to make you forget my transgressions?"

"You will stay where you are and let me use you as my toy. Your pussy is mine!" He pulled out the vibrator, replacing it with his tool. Ryan pumped away as if his life depended on it. Erica let out what some might call a primal howl. Prior to this, he wondered if he'd been doing this role playing right. If she were acting, she deserved an Oscar for her performance. This spurred him on to pump harder, as her moans and howls intensified. After what seemed like an eternity. Ryan felt his climax building. In keeping with the domination theme, he emptied into her, the feeling so intense had him doubled over for a moment. He pulled out and released Erica's restraints with the stocks. "Am I doing this right?"

"You learn fast my young apprentice," quipped Erica with a cheeky grin. "I know it's not in your nature to be an arsehole to anyone, but you understood the role without me having to explain it. Even leaving the vibrator in and turning it up shows that you were thinking about it."

"Part of me wondered if I was going too far or not far enough."

"Even for a novice, you've done well. Time for Part II of my fantasy. Go upstairs and go into the second bedroom. Change into the outfit on that bed."

Ryan did as instructed and entered the second bedroom. In front of him was a white T-shirt, white undies and a navy blue tracksuit, with matching joggers, Velcro fasteners atop them. He walked back down to the dungeon, to find Erica in a police uniform. "I know you've been up to no good," she said, her voice low and with an edge of malice to it, "I know you screwed up our undercover operation, and you will be punished for that! Oh ladies!"

From the shadows Janine, Alice and Natsuko appeared, wearing the same uniform as Erica. "Strip him!" she sneered. Janine and Alice each grabbed a wrist and dragged him to the bed. Natsuko unzipped his tracksuit top and ripped his T-shirt off him. Erica pulled down his pants. She ripped off his shoes and pants, flinging them across the room. Before he knew it, his tracksuit jacket disappeared. The whole time, Janine and Alice held him down by his wrists, before tying them to the bedposts with cotton rope. Erica yanked down his undies, opened the front of her uniform and shed her skirt, revealing a complete lack of underwear, no bra or panties. The scenario and the sight of Erica as she was had him as hard as steel in moments. She impaled herself on his tool, riding him with a passion. Before he even had a chance to get used to the sensation, Natsuko shed her skirt and panties, lowering herself onto his face. He lapped eagerly as her knees buckled. Erica seemed to match his tempo, riding him with the enthusiasm of a jockey in the Melbourne Cup. Both of them were moaning loudly, each racing towards their climaxes.

In a rare synchronicity, the three of them climaxed within seconds of each other. Natsuko and Erica stood up together, each taking turns to kiss him. "Thank you Ryan," said Erica, "I now know you have got the hang of role playing. If ever I need someone to role play with me, can I count on you?"

"Of course. Nothing's too much to ask from you four. Today has been fun."

"I know it's greedy of me to have another go today," added Natsuko, "but Erica insisted. By the way, remember when she spanked me?" It's actually one of my kinks."

"Janine, Alice, do you want some fun today? Obviously if it's ok with Erica."

"That's all right," said Alice, "we're only here as ‘extras' for the role play today. Besides, we were enjoying the show."

"You saw it all?"

"Yes, Erica didn't record anything, but we did see the whole thing from the surveillance cameras in the house. They're mounted discreetly, the camera next to the bed is just a prop most of the time."

Erica untied Ryan, and everyone put on their normal clothes. Alice drove to a nearby Chinese restaurant to pick up some takeaway. The five of them ate in a content silence. "Not that I mind what happened tonight, but that was a hell of a team effort."

"We've learned a lot about you over the time we've worked with you," said Alice, "each of us using our specialties to work out if it would work for you. As the shrink of the team, it was up to me to figure out, ‘would he go for this scenario?' I'm glad I was right with this one."

"At this rate, Tommy and Darren's teams might be asking you for advice. Drew being the walking hard on, I think Team P.L.A.Y. would consider it a wasted effort if they did scenarios like this with him."

"Yes he is a bit ‘UG! Me horny!' Quipped Janine. I know his type, dated one when I was younger and more naïve."

"So do you think you'd be into other role playing scenarios?" Asked Erica.

"Of course," replied Ryan, "I never studied acting, but I know I'm capable of improvising."

"I was surprised myself as to how easily you could take on a role with almost no training."

"I have a good teacher in you. You taught me how to inhabit the role while it lasts, and you made it fun."

"Did the sight of me getting spanked get you into the mood for it?" Asked Natsuko

"What?" Asked Janine, surprised.

"Erica and I did a little role play before they went to her place. She was a stern school principal, I was a brat whom needed to be punished."

"Erica has a definite skill for the visual part of role playing," noted Ryan, "she managed to look every bit the stern teacher yet look sexy as hell at the same time."

After an evening of somewhat drunken conversation, Janine, Alice and Natsuko went to separate bedrooms (don't drink and drive folks) Erica curled a finger at Ryan. "I want you to sleep in my bed," she said, "while I love being kinky, I also want to spend a night cuddled up to you."

"Of course. Do you want me naked or....."

"Your choice, I don't mind. If you get horny in the middle of the night, I'm not going to object either."

Ryan chose to sleep in his undies. Erica wore a nightshirt that went halfway to her knees, but nothing else. As he lay flat on his back, Erica draped an arm and a leg over him. He turned to kiss her. "I always feel guilty about sharing myself, but I care deeply about the four of you."

"It's ok, Team J.A.N.E. already has the attitude of we're like your four "wives." Yes you have to share the love, but it's a compromise we've all accepted."

"Thanks for understanding. However tonight is YOUR night. You aren't obliged to share me for this night."

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