Bottoms Up in Baja [MultiFormat]
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eBook by Donna Lynn White
eBook Category: Erotica/BDSM Erotica
eBook Description: Ellen Averill meets charming Brett Pearson, impoverished college senior with a dazzling smile but 10 years her junior. It takes a while, but when they finally get around to lovemaking, it is all Ellen had hoped for, although--or maybe because--Brett uses a hairbrush on her bare bottom. Little does Ellen doesn't suspect that soon her hunger for being spanked and punished will involve her in murder and blackmail. To save her own life Ellen discovers she must submit to humiliating punishment and become the blackmailer's maid. Affairs, rape, whippings, and canings follow before Ellen's saga is over.
eBook Publisher: Renaissance E Books/Sizzler Editions
Fictionwise Release Date: January 2008
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It was Ellen's worst nightmare come to life. The one where she'd find herself naked in the middle of the street. Except this was for real. Maybe not the middle of the day, but with the bright moonlight, when it came to preserving her modesty, it might as well have been high noon.
They'd dumped her out of the car along the edge of the Baja highway, no clothes, no money, no ID--not even shoes. Stark naked. Hunched over, one arm and hand across her boobs, the other trying desperately to shield her pubic area.
And a vehicle rapidly approaching.
She was panic-stricken. What a dreadful predicament. She wouldn't wish it on her worst enemy. Well, no, that wasn't quite true. Given the chance, she'd have done the same to that ... that miserable bitch who was responsible for Ellen's humiliating plight. She insisted on leaving her naked beside the road, not the men.
Sad to say, it'd all started with her own cupidity and love of a French Dip sandwich. A French Dip gratis at an open house was responsible for Ellen Averill, thirty-two and divorced, ending up on a public Baja highway, naked as the day she was born.
She and Toni--at the time, one of Ellen's two young housemates--had arrived at the open house about 3:00 on a rainy San Diego Friday afternoon. The company Ellen slaved for at the time, Remedials, Inc., located above a Sprouse-Reitz in a suburban shopping center, hosted the affair. Every two weeks, the company threw little get-togethers to give prospective students a chance to mingle with the tutors and decide which one they'd like to work with.
Ordinarily at these affairs, the food consisted of "cocktail" hot dogs, inexpensive cheese, and gallon jugs of wine, along with tubs of iced beer and soft drinks. On that particular Friday, though, French Dip sandwiches were the stellar attraction, and Ellen positively adored a good French Dip. For her, a French Dip gratis rendered any occasion one not to be missed.
They'd driven out in Ellen's Civic. Brushing raindrops out of her eyes, Toni slid into the front seat. Once settled, she patted the seat. "This new?"
Ellen shook her head. "Uh-uh. Used. It's a 2002, but it's only got twenty-four thousand miles, so I'm happy with it."
"Looks new. When did you get it?"
"Three weeks ago, to celebrate the divorce being final. I traded in my junker and paid the rest in cash."
Toni looked quizzical. "Really? How'd you manage that?"
"Part of the divorce settlement. Marty and I split what we had down the middle. I used my share to buy the car."
"That's all you got? After ten years of marriage?"
"Well, he did agree to send me two hundred dollars a month for a year. So far, he's been good for it. He bored me spitless, but I trust him."
"So how's it going?"
Ellen shrugged. "Not great, but I'm sure things will get better. There's a pretty fair demand right now for English and English Lit. tutors. Plus I can do a little Spanish. Anyway, I'm getting by."
When they arrived, the food hadn't, so they decided to forego the cheap wine, and each grabbed a beer. Conversation was difficult, what with the large crowd, too many people smoking, and the decibel count high.
Toni gazed around. "Kind of a mob scene, isn't it?"
"Yeah," conceded Ellen, "but, hey! I really appreciate your coming with me. I hate going to these brawls alone. Even when Marty and I were together, I didn't come very often, but I didn't have to worry about money then, either. These days, though, I could use some new business, although to be perfectly honest, the real reason I come is to meet new people."
Toni appraised her companion's black cocktail dress. Ellen had gone over-budget for it but felt it'd been well worth the price. A sleeveless, knee-length sheath with a scoop neckline, she was convinced it showed off her figure to its best advantage. Despite, in her opinion, the lamentable size--or lack thereof--of her breasts. Most of the other women present wore casual outfits. Toni's eyebrow shot up. "People?"
"All right, men," admitted Ellen, sheepishly. "I'm getting bored with no social life, not to mention no sex life. It's tough getting back into circulation. You know me, Ellen the Reticent. After ten years of marriage, I'm out of practice at the dating game."
Toni winked. "So how are you making out?"
"I'm not," confessed Ellen. "In the nine months since Marty left, I've only dated three guys. All three over the age of forty and, frankly, no improvement on Marty." She laughed. "Compared to them, Marty was Mr. Excitement."
Toni giggled. "That bad, huh?"
"Yes, but I keep hoping Prince Charming will turn up." She smiled wryly. "Pretty silly, huh? For all the good it's done me, I might as well visit a convent."
Toni nodded sympathetically. "I suppose at your age, it is tough. But," she shrugged, "maybe today you'll get lucky."
Ellen shot her young companion a sharp look. "At my age? Well, I hope so."
"However," Toni babbled on, "Mick's due to pick me up soon, and we'll have to be running along. In fact," she nodded toward a lanky young man peering around just inside the entrance, "there he is now." She waved, then turned back to Ellen. "Thanks for bringing me."
"Sure you can't stay?"
"Nope, sorry. Mick and I have things to do."
Ellen grimaced. "Well, if I had any brains, I'd leave, too, but I guess I'll hang around and try one of those French Dips. I love 'em."
Toni hurried toward the door. As Ellen watched her friend exit, a young man just entering the room caught her eye. "Well," she murmured, "what have we here?"
He was a hunk, a real hottie. California sun had bleached his wavy hair a startling blond, almost white, and he didn't wear it really long. Not short, but shorter than the fashion of the moment. Obviously young, he didn't hide his unblemished surfer's tan under a beard, either.
His eyes, when later Ellen had the opportunity to gaze into them up close, were what she called Newman-blue. His features gave promise of one day becoming what romance authors were prone to call "finely chiseled." That day, though, only a hint of eventual ruggedness was present. Instead, his face had a boyish softness Ellen found appealing, especially after her experiences with the fortyish crowd.
Then he smiled.
Oh, my God! she thought. What a smile!
It lit up the entire room and left her almost giddy. As though her lottery number had just hit it big. She didn't stop to analyze it. Eyes glued on Mr. Adorable, oblivious of those about her, she began working her way through the crowd. An irresistible desire to touch the gorgeous young man urged her on. A hand on her forearm brought her up short. Jane Williams was smiling at her. "Down, girl," whispered Jane. "He's taken."
"What? Who's taken?"
Jane giggled. "The pretty young man you were homing in on. He's Barbie's. This must be the first time you've seen him, but I know how you feel. A real hottie, isn't he?"
Ellen nodded. "Uh-huh. You know him?"
"Name's Brett, Brett Pearson. He's been going with Barbie for all of two months. Which," Jane chuckled, "may be some kind of record for him. Rex and I doubled with them a couple of times."
Ellen stared across the room at Mr. Adorable. Barbie Watkins possessively clutched the young hottie's arm. Ellen turned back to Jane. "Where's he from? What's he do?"
"He's a student," she said. "A senior at UCSD. What's with the sudden interest in young Brett?"
"A girl can look, can't she? He is awfully attractive." Ellen grinned and licked her lips. "Downright yummy, in fact."
Jane raised an eyebrow. "A tad young for you, isn't he?"
Bitch, thought Ellen. Just because I'm 32, and you're only 28.
Out loud, she said, "You think so? What about Barbie? She's older than he is."
"Yeah, but not that much."
"Okay," conceded Ellen, "but I'd still like to meet him. Think you could introduce me?"
Obviously surprised, Jane stared at her.
She was no more surprised than Ellen herself. My God, lady, she thought, you must be losing your mind. With a start, she realized Jane was saying something. "You serious, girl?"
"Well, okay, but let's wait till Barbie's not around. I doubt it'd do much good to introduce you if she's hanging on his arm."
Just then, providentially, a young female prospect sidetracked Barbie, separating her from Brett. Jane grabbed her friend's arm, and before anyone else could beat them to it, they marched up to him. "Brett," said Jane, "meet Ellen Averill. She tutors English. Some Spanish, too. She's very good."
Jane turned to Ellen and winked. "Ellen, Brett Pearson. He's a good kid. I'm sure you'll like him."
"Hi, Ellen," said a smiling Mr. Adorable. "It's a pleasure. I seldom get to meet such a highly recommended English teacher--and so attractive, too."
She liked his voice, deep, pleasantly modulated, definitely sexy. "Uh ... Jane said you might be in the market for some tutoring. In Spanish."
He glanced at Jane. "Well, if that's what she said, I guess I should sign up to work on my Spanish, except it's a little late. I graduate this year."
Ellen laughed. "Actually my field's mainly English, although now and then I do handle a little Spanish."
He looked intrigued. "How'd you learn it well enough to tutor it? College level at that."
"Oh, when I was still a kid, my father took a job as legal advisor to an American company in Puerto Rico. Our whole family learned to speak it."
"You an only child?"
"Well, small world. So am I."
Chatting with him, Ellen was aware that Barbie, even as she talked with her prospect, kept an eye on them. She also saw to it the interview with the student didn't last long and quickly returned to claim Brett. "Come on," she said, sliding her arm through his. "Time we were moving along. Reba and Jim are waiting for us, you know."
Brett looked perplexed. "They are?"
"Right, hon, we're meeting them in twenty minutes, so let's go." She turned to Jane and Ellen. "Sorry, ladies, got to run."
He didn't look pleased but didn't argue. "It's been a pleasure, Ellen," shaking her hand. "Maybe we'll see each other again sometime." He smiled. "I'm always in the market for free food and drinks."
The two women watched Barbie hurry him toward the door.
"So," said Jane, "what do you think?"
"I liked him, but I wish we'd had a little more time to talk."
Jane laughed. "She didn't give you much of a chance, did she?"
Preoccupied, Ellen gave only a vague nod. Despite the short time they'd had to chat, he'd impressed her, and not just physically. Even on short acquaintance, she'd found him articulate and charming. His remark about free food boded well. He might be coming to more of the Friday gatherings. * * * *
Over the next two weeks, Ellen thought a great deal about Brett and found herself wondering how she could make herself more attractive, more sexy. Never mind what Daddy would've thought, she told herself. She'd heard her father's lectures on the pitfalls of sex and the world's wicked ways too often not to have his warnings ingrained in her memory. But, hey, she reminded herself, this is a new millennium. Things are different now.
She simply had to do something. Life had been boring enough with Marty, but incredibly, being divorced was even worse. She was not only bored but lonely. And horny. Even though Marty hadn't been much in bed, he'd been better than nothing. The spankings she'd coerced him into had almost made up for his general dullness. But, she sighed, those days are gone forever.
She resumed gazing into her full-length mirror. Maybe, she told herself, you should wear your skirts a little shorter, a little tighter.
She searched fashion magazines for a hairdo that would make her look younger, more provocative. She spent what seemed hours, peering at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, experimenting with make-up. Recalling Dorothy Parker's dictum about men and glasses, Ellen solicited opinions from her housemates, even though each was almost ten years younger.
"Whadda you think, kids? Should I get contacts?"
Both advised her to leave well enough alone.
"You look great just as you are," said Toni with a wink. "Don't change a thing."
"Yeah," added Sherry. "Wish I could look like you. You know, sharp, really intelligent. That's ... you know, classy."
So she was on hand for the next Remedials open house. When Brett strolled in alone, no Barbie hovering over him, Ellen's countenance at first lit up. For two weeks she'd looked forward to seeing and talking with him again but, unfortunately, had failed to take into account she might be only a face in the crowd. Several females had immediately clustered around him.
Damn! she thought. Fat lot of good this is doing me.
Frustrated, she watched a couple of others gravitate toward him. If he saw her at all, she was sure he saw her only as a bit player on the fringe of the mob. Although she wasn't with him, the fact that Barbie was still his Significant Other compounded the problem. Not that she and Barbie were such great friends, but her conscience rebelled at the idea of trying to steal someone else's lover.
Damn! Sometimes Daddy's moral principles were a real fat pain in the butt. She wished she could ignore them, but that particular day, at that particular open house, she merely stood around, smiling and ineffectual. She did, however, pick up one tidbit she thought might prove useful. Brett studied faithfully every night, Monday through Friday, on campus in Central Library.