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CHAPTER TEN - What Could Go Wrong?

I arrived at the bar and dumped the mink stole on the bar. Anthea was not there. I presumed she was still powdering her tender parts.
The bar was totally deserted and in semi-darkness, with only Fernando for company, and he seemed more pre-occupied with cleaning glasses and replacing the empty optics than indulging in any social chit-chat. He did however inform me that everyone else had gone home and that he was getting ready to pack up himself.
I took the hint and confirmed that I too would be leaving as soon as I'd had one final drink with Anthea. I ordered my usual whisky and soda for myself, and something for Anthea that included a slice of lemon, then settled down on the stool and waited.
In a way I was thankful for the lack of company. I used the brief respite to clear my head and plan a campaign of action for later that evening.
This briefly is how that plan went.
To start with I expected Hendry to appear in the not too distance future and whisk Anthea away from me. Earlier on, at the top of the stairs, I'd overheard him say that before dealing with Bo, he'd run Anthea home, then return to the club immediately afterwards.
I looked to my watch. The time was approaching the twelve o'clock deadline Hendry had intimated to the big guy, so I expected the drinks I'd ordered to be our last. After that I planned to drive away from here, park up some short distance away, then return on foot to the big house. I had a key to let myself in via the back door. I would then locate Bo. Hopefully she'd be down in the basement and locked away in the cage by this time. I would then rescue her, and whisk her away to safety like a shining knight in armour. It seemed like a good plan at the time, and nothing could be simpler. My only stumbling block, as far as I could see, was the big apeman. I reckoned that as long as I could avoid bumping into him, then I'd get away with it.
That was my plan anyway. What could go wrong? Now let me tell you what really happened. I think after reading all about it you'll feel sorry for me.

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I'd been sat at the bar for about two minutes when Hendry arrived with Anthea in tow. It looked like they'd been talking to each other out in the corridor because they remained head to head and nodding to each other as the door opened. They crossed the floor together and came to join me at the bar.
From the moment that door opened I knew something was going to go wrong. I could sense it, and, just to confirm my worst fears, Anthea came to stand in front of me and give me one of those 'I need you to do something for me' looks.
Then, to make matters worst, Hendry put his arm about my shoulders as if in friendship. I could smell his aftershave, and it was overpowering.
"Woody," he said as if about to ask one big favour, "will you do something for me?"
"What is it?" I asked, but I think I already knew.
"Will you run Anthea home for me?" he asked. "It's not too far from here and on your way back to London."
I tried not to choke on my drink. This was the last thing I wanted.
I guess I had about five seconds to come up with an answer. But my brain froze and I could think of nothing that would get me out of it. The only thing I could come up with was, that I had to take my grandmother's donkey to the vet, and I didn't think that would go down too well at twelve o'clock on a Thursday night.
However, I took comfort from the words 'It's not too far from here' and decided it best to accept rather than give some silly excuse that might blow my cover. I thought something like fifteen minutes there and fifteen minutes back would not alter my schedule too much. The only trouble was, Hendry would be here to take control, and what that did for Bo, I had no idea. I hoped for her sake that she remained unconscious and would remain so for at least another half hour or more.
Anthea was stood in front of me and smiling like a Cheshire cat. Hendry was stood by my side and overpowering me with his aftershave. The tension was mounting and both were waiting an answer. Reluctantly I nodded my head.
"Okay, I'll do it… why not?" I told the eagerly awaiting couple.
Hendry slapped me on the shoulder and I rocked on the stool.
"Good man," he said, then, calling across the bar to Fernando, said: "Clear this man's account for the evening will you? Give him a free night on the house."
I winked at Anthea then turned to Hendry. "Why thank you," I said, "but it's not necessary, really, not if it's on my way home."
Anthea was not only grinning like a cat, she was purring too. I remained seated on the stool and she closed up on me so that her body came between my knees. She dipped her fingers into her glass, extracted the slice of lemon and began sucking on it.
Hendry patted me on the shoulder once more. Not as vigorously this time, but enough to set the stool rocking again.
"Look Woody, sorry, but I've got to go," he said, "I've got some important business to attend to. So drink up, and as soon as you two are ready I'd like to lock up. Sorry if it sounds like I'm evicting you, but it really is important business."
I looked to Hendry and gave a little smile. The truth was, I didn't want to hang around either. I knocked back my whisky and soda.
"I'm ready whenever Anthea is," I told him.
I got patted on the shoulder again.
"Good man," repeated Hendry, "perhaps we'll have more time to speak the next time you come to the club."
"Perhaps we will," I answered, though secretly I hoped the next time I returned, which hopefully would be in just over half hour's time, our paths would not cross.
Hendry patted me once more, a little lighter this time, then set off for the back door.
As he reached the door he turned and called to Anthea: "Don't wait up for me tonight darling. I doubt whether I'll be back till morning."
Anthea removed the slice of lemon from her mouth and called back: "I won't. See you in the morning darling."
And with that Hendry disappeared through the door and leaving me and Anthea together at the bar.
"Come on then Anthea, drink up, and let's get going," I told her.
Fernando was hovering, waiting for her glass. He'd already taken mine and given it a swill. Anthea took the hint, tossed the glass back and swallowed down the contents. She then collected her stole and returned the slice of lemon to her mouth.
"Right Woody, I'm ready then," she said as she sucked the remaining drops of juice from the slice of lemon.

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I was right about the time. Fifteen minutes drive was all it was from the club to Hendry's place. Or should I call it a mansion. If anything the building was bigger than the club, but I could not see it properly in the dark for the high, chain-link fencing and tall trees that surrounded the place.
The gates were set well back and looked like a double set, with further gates inside just one car's length away. I parked up in the drive facing the first of the gates. Noticeably, in the drive beyond I could see lines of statues on either side. It was becoming obvious that Hendry had an obsession with statues and I wondered just what made this guy tick.
As my headlights shone through the bars of the two sets of gates, and highlighting the distance statues, I detected movement in the drive beyond. Two dark shadows were hurtling towards the second set of gates. Then suddenly a great noise broke out and the gates and fencing began to shake vigorously. The noise I was hearing was that of dogs barking. Then, through the beams of the headlights, I could see it all. Trying to get through the bars of the furthest gate were two of the biggest and most ferocious dogs I'd ever seen in my life.
"That's Mutt and Jeff," Anthea informed me casually, "they guard the place at night."
I could see that they did, and very well too. There was no way I was going to go in there and get eaten for breakfast. I also felt concerned for Anthea. I'd hoped to kiss her goodnight at the gates, then reverse out and get away from here pretty smartish.
"They won't attack you will they?" I asked.
Anthea turned my way and furrowed her brow.
"Me? No, they're as good as gold. They're my pets and they both love me," she told me.
I just hoped that she was telling the truth.
"Then what do I do? Just kiss you goodnight and leave you here by the gates?" I asked.
That, in effect, is what I hoped would happen, but I also knew that I'd not got a cat in hell's chance of fulfilling my wish.
"I was hoping you'd run me right up to the house Woody," replied Anthea.
That was the reply I was expecting and I took it on the chin. I was already thinking ahead and also worrying about the dogs.
"Does that mean getting out and opening the gates?" I asked, "If so, you go and do it? It's a known fact that dogs just don't like me."
Anthea giggled and opened up her handbag.
"That won't be necessary Woody," she said.
She then groped around inside and extracted something that looked like a television remote control. She pointed it towards a small box at the side of the gate, pressed a button, and immediately the first set of gates started to slowly slide sideways.
"The gates work automatically Woody," she informed me. "Once you're inside, the second set opens. And if you're coming out, you don't need a remote, they sense you pulling up and work automatically in reverse."
I drove forward as far as the next barrier and waited. The gate behind me slid shut and the one in front opened. As I crept forward from the airlock, two great paws thudded against my side window, and a frothing, barking mouth filled with sharp looking teeth joined them a little way above.
"Get down Jeff," called Anthea. "You're a naughty boy! Now be a good dog!"
To my surprise the dog got down immediately and stepped away from the car.
"Seems like he's well trained," I remarked.
Anthea looked smug and in control. Somehow I was beginning to think the master and slave roles were becoming reversed. At least whilst the dogs were around Anthea had the upper hand.
"Jeff's just a great big softie really. Mutt's the same. They won't bite you while you're with me, but they might lick you to death," she assured me.
I hoped she was right and drove up the house escorted by two barking dogs. I swung around in the wide drive and parked up outside the house. Anthea's car door was right next to the steps that led up to the front door of the house. I hoped this was where she got out and leaving me free to return to the club.
Once more, as you've probably guessed, this was not to be the case. Anthea leant over the handbrake and placed her arms about my neck. She pecked me on the cheek.
"I was hoping you'd come in for a little drink before you left Woody," she whispered in my ear. "Hendry's got his own secret dungeon we could use, and you heard what he said, he won't be back until morning, so I was thinking we could carry on with what we were doing for a while."
Suddenly I felt entrapped. This time I had to think quickly and come up with a good excuse, otherwise Bo would be dead meat.
"Sorry, but perhaps another night Anthea," I told her, "I really do need to get back to my hotel and get some sleep. I've got a very important business meeting in the morning, and I need to have all my wits about me."
I don't think Anthea listened to one word I was saying. As I tried to explain my reasons for not excepting her invitation, her head sunk slowly down my chest and onto my lap.
"There's a drinks cabinet in Hendry's office and its got plenty of whisky and soda inside," she purred as she began to fumble with my flies.
I grimaced as I felt the zip pull down.
"Perhaps some other night Anthea," I told her, "but not tonight darling, sorry."
But Anthea seemed undeterred. She was working at the buckle of my belt now.
"The secret passage to Hendry's dungeon's right next to the drinks cabinet," she informed me as my belt parted. "It's behind the filing cabinets. I know how to get in and we could take the drinks down with us. So, what you say Woody? Let's have a good time, hey!"
After that, and in no time at all Anthea had my dick out and placing it in her mouth. I didn't want it to happen, and I tried to think of other things, but very quickly I got a hard on.
"Anthea, is this wise?" I asked her.
She raised up her head momentarily.
"Don't you… like what… I'm doing… Woody?" she asked as she intermittently licked her tongue across the top of my dome.
Now that's a silly question, especially when you've got a raging erection, and some cool chick is licking away at you. But all the same, I was looking for a way out, honestly I was.
"I'd prefer to fuck you properly," I told her. "Perhaps next time Anthea, when we've got somewhere to do it properly, perhaps we can have a great time in bed together when Hendry's not around."
Anthea giggled. "Tell me… what will… you do… to me… Woody?" she asked between deep throated sucks of my dick.
It was difficult to think. All I could come up with were the things me and Sandy got up to in bed.
"Handcuff you to the bed, top and bottom, then fuck you all night until you can't take anymore and start shouting stop," I said, and trying to make it sound like a boast.
Anthea stopped sucking and turned her head upwards to face me. Her face was beaming with delight. This was one chick that obviously couldn't get enough.
"Promises, promises," she replied perkily.
I tried to keep up with the repartee.
"I've also got a truncheon that fits very nicely into a certain orifice. It never fails to please," I added.
"Is it a big one then?" Anthea asked, and with a noticeable titter to her voice.
 I guess this was another one of those times when everything started to go wrong. If it hadn't already!
Sometime over the past couple of days I'd transferred the four handcuffs and truncheon to the glove compartment of my car. Somehow I didn't feel safe with them kept in my hotel room. I had a nosy cleaner for one thing, and on a couple of occasions I was convinced that someone had been rummaging in my travel bag. Anyway, I opened my mouth before thinking, and suddenly it was all too late to back away.
"They're in the glove compartment in front of you, if you'd like to have a look," I said to her.
Anthea sat herself upright in her seat, then leant forward and opened up the glove compartment. I'd locked all the handcuffs together in a chain, and as she extracted one the lot came out. She held them upwards in one hand so that they hung down to the floor, then groped for the truncheon with the other. For safe keeping, I'd attached the keys to the handcuffs to the leather loop at the end of the truncheon. She had in her possession my entire, and very personal, BDSM kit.
Holding both the truncheon and the handcuffs in the air, Anthea turned to me and suggested: "Well Woody, if you're not coming in the house, then at least we can have a quicky in the back before you go."
I was gob smacked and didn't know what to say next. Then, and before I could do anything to stop her, Anthea was clambering over into the back seat of the car.
"Come on in the back Woody," she called as she settled down on the seat. "This is a big car and there's plenty of room back here."
I turned my head only to find Anthea pulling her panties down. She looked like she meant business and was not going to go away until she'd got what she wanted. I must admit at this stage I was in a right pickle and did not know what to do for the best. My world was falling apart around me
I looked outside the car. Mutt and Jeff were seated in the drive next to my door. Their tongues were hanging out from great slobbering mouths that were ringed by large white fangs that were an excuse for teeth. I remembered where I'd seen teeth like that before. It was in the film 'Jaws'.
I didn't want to upset them by getting out and setting them off barking again. I also had some consideration for the neighbours. So reluctantly I climbed over into the back to join Anthea.
During my unceremonious and bungling travels from front seat to back, Anthea had not only managed to remove her knickers, but had also extracted two of the handcuffs from off the chain. She handed them to me with the bracelets open.
"What am I meant to do with these?" I asked as I straightened myself out and settled down on the seat beside her.
Anthea looked bemused.
"You've not done it in a car before then Woody?" she asked.
"Not with handcuffs," I told her, and being honest.
"Let me show you a good trick then Woody," she told me.
Anthea pushed me to one side, shuffled herself to the centre of the back seat, then partly standing up, stretched out her arms and took hold of the two folding handles that come down just above each door.
"You handcuff my hands to these," she told me once she was in position and holding on to both handles.
I could not see myself getting away until I'd satisfied Anthea's insatiable appetite for sex. So, reluctantly, I clipped one of the bracelets about a wrist, then secured the other to the handle. I then stretched across and did the same to the other hand.
"What next?" I asked, and by now well resigned to my fate. "This is your fantasy Anthea, let's play it out."
Anthea raised up her backside from off the seat and thrust her buttocks out behind her.
"I want to see if that truncheon fits," she told me.
I picked up the truncheon as requested. Length-wise it was not very big, but width-wise it was fat and round, and encased in black leather. From the rear, I lifted up the back of Anthea's evening gown and lightly held the domed end against her wanton slit. She wriggled and adjusted herself into position, then began to edge backwards and ease it into her shaft.
"Boy, it really is a fat one," she remarked as she came to a halt with the cheeks of her buttocks resting against my hand. "Now just hold it there like that for me, please Woody," she added, "and let me do the rest."
I did not disappoint. My super hard-on had returned and I wanted to fuck her myself. But that was getting me nowhere. Priority number one was to get away from here and rescue Bo.
"Please don't waist all your energy on the truncheon," I told her as the smooth leather began to glide gracefully in and out. "I've got something else to fit in there afterwards."
Anthea giggled joyously. I could see that she was lapping up every minute of it.
"Don't worry Woody," she replied, "I've got a tank full in reserve and just waiting for you."
I believed her. Anthea was the only girl I knew that was capable of reaching so many climaxes in such a short time. I calculated this would be her sixth orgasm in something like ninety minutes. All the same, I must admit, I was a little dubious as to whether she'd manage a seventh orgasm so soon after achieving her sixth. I just hoped that she was right, and it was not an idle boast.
Anyway, to help speed things up a little, I slid my free hand up the front of her dress and held a finger to her clitoris. Her own rocking movement did the rest, and I was content just to hold my hand there.
"Oooo! That's nice," she bemoaned as she began to edge herself slowly towards her next orgasm.
The frequency increased in pace until I was having difficulty holding the truncheon steady. But this did not deter Anthea, she just kept on going like a steam train. Finally she peaked and started shaking her head from side to side.
"Yes… yes… yes…," were the words spoken when the orgasm struck.
I looked outside. The car was rocking frantically and the dogs were getting agitated and prowling around. I prayed that the springs and shock absorbers would hold and that I wouldn't have to return a broken car. How could I explain this away?
Anyway, the springs didn't break, and the multiple orgasms came and went, leaving Anthea exhausted and sagging with outstretched arms on the handcuffs.
I guess, after all that expenditure of energy, what Anthea really needed was a short break in order to catch her breath before continuing, but I had no time for that. I shuffled myself along to sit at the centre and directly below Anthea's thrusting backside. I then lowered her gently onto my steaming and very rampant dick.
"Ooooo! That's even better than the truncheon," she purred as she took every bit of me inside.
"Well, you told me you had something in reserve. So, let's see it," I told her.
I let Anthea do all of the work. I just sat there with my eyes closed and let it happen. Taking it very slowly at first, she began to work herself up and down, my prick gliding smoothly in and out against her well lubricated walls as she rose and fell.
It was my turn to moan. "Ooooo! That's nice," as the momentum increased.
The pace intensified even further. Soon Anthea was going at it hammer and tongue, and with her head rocking from side to side. We climaxed together and I remember howling as Anthea screamed her own pleasure.
After several more violent and shaking orgasms on Anthea's part we eventually settled down. We were both panting heavily.
With Anthea seated on my lap, and my spent dick inside her, she asked: "Well Woody, did the earth move for you?"
I had to admit it did. When it came to having sex, Anthea was one of the very best.
"The earth certainly moved," I confessed, and still out of breath.
Anyway, Anthea had had her wish and it was time to go. I couldn't waste anymore time with her. Bo's life was now priority number one. I slid away from under her and located the truncheon on the floor. Luckily the keys were still attached to the leather loop on the handle. Stretching upwards I removed the handcuffs from Anthea's wrists and let her return to the seat alongside of me.
"It's been a great evening Anthea, but I've really got to go now," I told her.
She leaned over and we kissed hard and long.
"I'm sorry you couldn't come in the house Woody, but perhaps there'll be a next time?" she whispered as our lips parted.
"Yes, perhaps a next time Anthea," I whispered back.
Anthea leaned over the front seat and collected her stole and handbag. I found her discarded panties from off the floor and handed them to her. From her handbag she handed me the remote that operated the gates.
"Here Woody, keep this," she told me. "I've got another one in the house. Perhaps, when Hendry's out again you'll find time to use it."
I took the remote. I didn't think there would be a time when I would come to use it. But one never knows, do they?
"And take this telephone number down Woody," said Anthea. "It's my personal mobile number. Phone me anytime. I'll be waiting."
I programmed the number into my own mobile phone and stored it away. It seemed simpler that way.
After solemnly promising that I would contact her if ever I got the urge, we kissed for one final time. Anthea then, somewhat reluctantly, got out of the car.
I'd forgotten all about the dogs and got out the other side in order to move to the front seat. I think they would have torn my throat apart that very second if Anthea had not called: "Down boys, friend."
Anthea circled the car quickly to find me standing rigid and having a stand-off with two very big and hungry dogs.
"Let them sniff your hand," Anthea told me.
Tentatively I held out a hand and let them have a good sniff of my body odours.
"Friend, Woody's a friend," Anthea told her dogs. "Now be nice to him."
They sniffed hard at my hand for several seconds before Anthea shooed them off.
"They won't bother you again Woody," she told me afterwards. "If you ever come again, just put your hand out and let them have a good sniff. They won't harm you then."
I breathed a sigh of relief, and decided despite the wonderful invitation, along with the remote control and Anthea's personal telephone number, I'd not be visiting again, just in case the dogs happened to forget what my body odours smelt like.
Anyway, with the little crisis over, we kissed one final time and I hurriedly scrambled into the front seat of the car.
With the engine running and through a wound down window I said: "Thanks for the evening Anthea. Hope to see you at the club sometime." Then started to pull away.
"When are you coming to the club again Woody?" she called as the car moved off.
"Saturday night," I called back. "I said I'd pop along to see Devina and Devotion in action."
From a distance I heard Anthea call: "I'll be there too then Woody," then something else afterwards. But by then I was heading rapidly for the gates and I didn't catch anymore.
To be quite honest, and this is the truth, I was more concerned about Bo. I'd wasted far too much time with Anthea and I needed to get back to the club as quickly as I could.

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End of Chapter Ten