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Prizes
By gasman
Mild bisexuality, hypnotism, domination
12:45 PM
Lunch was nice, but it could be better. The
baked fish was good, and so were the mashed potatoes. It could be filet mignon. For Clair Bidow, one day it would be better.
The Pillar of Strength Retirement Home (or POS as it was called) was actually not a
bad place, but there were better places.
1 PM
Clair finished her lunch and went for a walk around the POS. Ms. Bidow did not have any children, or husband. She had a sister, who lived with a daughter.
They kept in touch every now and then.
2 PM
It was movie time. Today was one of Clair's favorites, called " It's a Mad, Mad, Mad World." It was a comedy, and Clair loved to laugh. She also loved
larceny, and this movie had both. She started the DVD and had a good time.
4:30 PM
It was time for some exercise. POS had a nice fitness facility. Three of Ms. Bidow's favorites were the swimming pool,
the stair stepper, and the rowboat. The red-haired Bidow was in great shape for a woman of 62.
She had got into the retirement center under the guise of having Alzheimer's disease, and it was working well. She had been at the POS for six months, and it was time to make her first move.
"Hey Betty, are we still on for tonight," Bidow yelled to her friend Betty Smith, from
the stair stepper.
"You bet," answered Betty, as she finished walking her lap around the track.
Clair and Betty
had become friends over the past six months. Or, at least Betty thought so. Betty was 10 years older than Clair. She was lonesome, widowed, and rich. Her husband left her well off. An example of this was a
coin case with three solid gold Spanish doubloons, vintage 1852. The collection was worth $100,000. Betty kept them
in a safe in her
apartment. One day she had shown them to Clair, which is why Betty was to become Clair's victim.
Prizes
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(continued)
7 PM
There was a rap on Betty's apartment.
"That you Clair."
"In the flesh," replied Bidlow.
Betty opened the door and Clair strolled in.
"Ready to watch the jackasses," laughed Clair.
"Of course," retorted Smith.
Tonight was the first of the Presidential debates.
"Have a seat," Betty offered, in the dimly lit room.
Clair obliged as both ladies sat down around the glass table.
"Hey, I got us some soda pop," said Clair setting down a brown paper bag on the table.
"Great." Replied Betty, getting some paper cups.
"But first," said Clair removing her slippers and crossing her legs, "let's have some fun."
Bidow was now in her bare feet with her black sweatpants and black sweatshirt.
"Check out my new toenails," said Clair, revealing 10 painted red toenails.
"They are pretty aren't they?" Clair teased.
Betty stared blankly at the toenails. She was slipping into another "session" orchestrated by Ms. Bidow.
"They look so pretty…that..you want to….lick them," offered Clair, propping her right foot on Betty's left
leg.
Betty gaped wide-eyed at Clair's foot.
"First let us go over to the bed," Clair said, removing her foot from Betty's leg, standing,
and moving towards the bed. She pulled back the cover and sheets,
then removed her sweats, revealing pudgy but firm red-tinted legs, and black underwear. She sat on the bed,
removing her sweatshirt and revealing heavy, slightly sagging breasts.
"Come," she ordered to Betty. "Sit at the foot of the bed.
Betty obeyed.
Clair turned and placed her back against the head of the bed. She cocked her left leg up, and put her right foot on Betty's
lap.
"Lick my toes," she ordered.
Betty obliged.
"Suck."
Betty sucked Clair's toes.
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(continued)
"Now, reach next to the wall, turn off the
light, take off your slippers, and come lay with Clair," Bidow said softly, putting her arms behind her head.
Betty obeyed, laying next to Clair with her house coat still on.
Clair embraced Betty, while stroking her hair.
"You are tired," Bidow said. "You have had a long day. I want you to relax…and drift."
Betty lay quietly, breathing comfortably.
"Breath deeply," Clair continued. "Whenever you smell my scent, you will relax. You
will become submissive to me and only to me. Whenever I ask you to do something, you will do it. Whenever I tell you to do
something, you will do it. If I call you on the phone
and tell you it's me, you will obey everything I say. When I write you a note or letter and tell you it is me, you will obey everything I say. Do you
understand?
"Yes," replied a groggy Betty.
"But right now, I just want you to relax and rest because you are soooooooo tired. You are so tired you cannot even open your eyes or move. As a matter of
fact, you are so tired that you will not remember that I came to your room tonight. All you can do is….sleep. I want you to sleep for me now, get a good night's rest.
Betty lay quietly and began to grow limp. After 10 minutes she was snoring loudly.
Grinning, Bidow stealthily climbed out of bed without waking Betty. With her eyes now accustomed to the darkness, she walked
over to the table and reached into the paper bag containing the soft drink. She pulled out a miniature flashlight and a zip lock bag. The bag had three counterfeit gold coins.
Clair eased over to the
small safe in the corner of the room, turned on the flashlight, and was able to deduct the combination in five minutes. She removed the coin holder and replaced the real doubloons with the fakes. She closed the
safe, put the real coins inside the zip lock container, and put them inside the paper bag.
She put on her clothes. She did not know where Betty kept her keys, so she couldn't lock the door, but that was
Betty's problem. Clair unlocked the door and stepped out of the room. She quietly closed the door and turned right into the night guard stolling by.
"Oops, sorry Charles," she said. "Boy, I tell you, I
buy soda to go watch TV with Betty, and she dozes off."
"That is the way it is sometimes Miss B," laughed the guard, continuing on.
"Yeah, that's the way it is," grinned Clair, strolling back to her room.
Copyright 2004, gasman
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