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[Blue Bull]

"I'm so glad you're feeling better," I told her. "You should have called me to let me know you felt well enough to come tonight."

"I guess I wasn't sure until the last minute, Michael. Besides, I figured you'd be here with your new girlfriend, and I didn't want to bother you."

Just then, Rhiannon walked by, laughing and talking with one of my teammates. "And I see that I was right," Penny went on with a scowl on her face.

She started to walk away, but I grabbed her arm again. "Wait, Penny, we need to talk about our next match."

She hesitated and then apparently made a decision. "About that, Michael, things have gotten really busy for me lately, and, well, I've decided to drop mixed doubles and just focus on the women's team."

I was shocked. "You can't do that, Penny," I blurted out. "You're my partner. Who will I find to play with?"

Penny looked over my shoulder, and when I looked around, I saw Rhiannon standing there. "You'll find somebody, Michael," Penny said. "Now, please let me go. I need to get this food out." When I released her arm she darted away.

Rhiannon took my hand and walked with me toward a vacant table. Once we were seated, she leaned over and whispered, "Just so you know, that girl is in love with you."

"What! No, that's crazy, she's my tennis partner. She was in Melanie's Pilates course."

"And if I'm not mistaken," Rhiannon went on, ignoring me, "you might just be a little in love with her, too."

"No," I protested. "You're way off base on that. She's just a good friend."

"Maybe," she said skeptically. "In any case, I think we've done all we can for tonight, so let's get out of here."

When we got back to my house, I asked Rhiannon to fill me in on what had transpired with Melanie and Frank. She gave me a smug little smile. "I wandered over to where they had their food laid out and sampled it, making complimentary remarks. Melanie obviously didn't appreciate my being there, but there wasn't much she could say. Then I told her how much I liked her outfit, and she was forced to return the compliment. That gave me a chance to tell her where I bought it. I could tell she recognized the clothes and knew how much the outfit must have cost. She didn't say anything, but her eyes were almost green with envy."

"That sounds like Melanie," I said. "She's definitely into fashion, and prides herself on her taste in clothing."

"Just then," Rhiannon continued, "one of the other ladies asked Melanie for her help in the kitchen, and though she didn't want to, she had to leave me alone with Frank. Once she was gone, I reached over and tried another sample of their dish."

As she spoke, Rhiannon re-enacted what she had done. She bent over at the waist and her blouse fell away, revealing her ample breasts barely restrained by a flimsy bra. Then she made a little scooping motion with her finger, stuck it in her mouth and, staring at me all the while, sucked on it so lasciviously that I could feel the heat.

She straightened up and grinned at me, clearly aware of the impact she'd made. "Once I had Frank's attention, I began to flirt with him in earnest. I asked him if he'd played football, and that gave him a chance to boast a little. While he was doing that, I reached over and rubbed his chest. I commented on how much bigger he is than you, and I told him I liked big men." She snickered. "I thought he was going to come right there at the table."

"Wow!" I said. "No wonder Melanie was so hostile!"

"I do what I can," she said with obvious false modesty.

"And I can't believe that Frank would believe you were coming on to him," I added.

She laughed derisively. "Guys like Frank are so full of themselves that it would never occur to them to question a woman's interest. What's so ironic is that they're usually the worst lovers."

I had to grin at that. If what Rhiannon said was true, it would serve Melanie right.

I handed her her envelope. "Do you think we're ready for the next stage?" I asked her.

"Definitely. Your club's dance will be perfect for what we've got planned." Then she turned and headed for the front door.

"What? No attempted seduction tonight?" I asked her with a smile.

She grinned back at me over her shoulder. "I wouldn't think of it." Then she turned and gave a little twitch of her hips that sent a jolt through my loins.

After she'd gone, I opened a can of beer and sat down to think about what was happening. On the one hand, I felt really good about how well the honey trap was working. Even though Melanie didn't want me anymore, I knew that she was less than happy about how quickly I'd found someone to replace her, and even more discomfited because her replacement was way hotter than Melanie would ever be.

All that was really gratifying, yet I couldn't help feeling down about the situation with Penny. "Could Rhiannon have been right?" I wondered. "Could I really have feelings for Penny?" I'd liked her right from the first time Melanie had introduced us. Likewise, I'd found her attractive: slim, athletic and graceful, with an engaging, outgoing personality. But I'd always been careful to keep our relationship strictly as friends and tennis partners because of Melanie. And I'd been sure that that was the way Penny wanted it too, especially while she was getting over the loss of her husband.

I thought about what Rhiannon had said about Penny. That couldn't be true, could it? If Penny was interested in me, why was she avoiding me like the plague? And why did that bother me so much? For that matter, why had I repeatedly turned down the hottest woman I was likely ever to meet in my life? Could my feelings for Penny be a part of that?

Finally I gave up and went to bed. I didn't know the answers to my questions, and even if I had, I still wouldn't have known what to do about them. I decided that the best thing for me was to stay the course, keeping focused on the plan I'd set in motion.

The annual spring dance at the club was a popular event that always drew a large crowd. The ladies used the dance as an occasion to dress up, and the men grudgingly wore their sports coat; some even donned ties. I was counting on Frank and Marlene to make an appearance.

I'd clued Rhiannon in on what to expect, and I was curious to see what she'd be wearing for the climax of our plan tonight. So I was surprised and disappointed to see her get out of her car wearing jeans and a t-shirt. Admittedly, they were the tightest jeans I'd ever seen on a woman and the t-shirt clung lewdly to her bra-less breasts, but I had still expected something different.

My face must have given me away because she patted it as she brushed by me. "You didn't think I was going to risk my dress driving over here, did you? Just let me use your bedroom for a little while and then I'll be ready to go."

I had already put on my sports coat and slacks, so I puttered around impatiently in the den while she got dressed. "Damn," I chuckled to myself, "it's almost like we're an old married couple."

After a few minutes, her voice came floating out to me. "Michael, can you come in here? I need your help with something."

I walked back and opened the door to the bedroom. Oh my Lord! Rhiannon was standing there in the sexiest underwear I'd ever seen. Her strapless bra and panties were a matching chocolate brown accented by an off-white lace trim that served to draw attention to the curve of her breasts and the sensuous vee between her legs. Her stockings were the same deep brown color, and they were held up by a garter belt that drew further attention to her most intimate parts.

She made a half step in her stilettos and twirled around to reveal that her panties were actually a thong that revealed the full cheeks of her ass.

She turned back to face me. "Will I do?" she asked with a little smile.

I couldn't help myself -- I took a step toward her. But she stopped me with a smile and an upraised hand. "No, no, not now. I can't afford to have you mess this up. So now that I have your approval, get out of here and let me put my dress on."

I think I staggered walking back out to the den.

A few minutes later she emerged. This time she was wearing a strapless dress that was the same off-white color as the trim on her lingerie. The color contrasted perfectly with her hair. As she walked across the floor, I realized that the dress must have been custom made for her because the fabric seemed to flow over her limbs like water. I could clearly see the definition of her thighs with every step, and when she turned, her buttocks flexed in clear detail. The slit in the side of the dress came up to just below her stocking top, and when she stood the right way, her perfect leg was revealed to devastating effect. Of course it didn't help my blood pressure that I knew exactly what she wearing underneath her gown.

I swallowed hard. "I think you may cause some heart attacks tonight," I told her, and I wasn't being facetious.

She simply smiled at me and extended her arm so that I could escort her out the door.

For the dance, the patio area at the club had been cleared and paper lanterns had been strung overhead. It was kind of cheesy, but I found myself enjoying the effect of the soft light and tinkling music. Rhiannon slipped into my arms to dance, and I was not surprised to find that she was a far better dancer than I. As we moved together, she rested her head on my shoulder, and at that moment I decided I didn't care if she was a working girl. I just enjoyed the feeling of her body against mine and the pleasure of her company.

She raised her head and pulled back far enough to look at me. "You know, this suburban living isn't so bad. A girl could get used to it."

Before I could respond, she stiffened. "Uh-oh, battle stations!"

I turned in time to see Frank Calhoun headed our way, dragging an obviously reluctant Melanie with him. "Hello, Rhiannon, hello, Michael," he boomed out. "So glad you decided to join us this evening. How about switching partners for a dance or two?"

When I acceded, he whirled Rhiannon away, leaving me and an obviously uncomfortable Melanie standing there. I held out my arms to her. "Care for a dance, for old times' sake?"

She reluctantly agreed, and as a new song started to play, I began to dance with her. It was an interesting experience: I'd loved this woman and been married to her for ten years. Yet after what had happened, the only thing left in me was an intense desire to make her feel what she'd done to me.

"So was our marriage really that bad?" I asked.

She sighed. "No, Michael, it wasn't like that at all. We had some good years and some good times. But then things settled down into a routine, and after a while I just didn't feel very excited about our relationship any more. When Frank came along and made it so obvious how much he wanted me, I just got swept up in it all. I really fell hard, Michael. It felt just like when I was back in college."

She looked up at me. "I didn't want to hurt you, Michael, but I had to do what was right for me. Can you understand that?"

"I understand," I said bitterly, "you decided to trade up."

"I didn't mean it like that," she said defensively.

"That's okay," I said, "I've traded up too."

She winced, remembering who I was dating now, and I felt a measure of gratification. If everything went right later, that was only going to get better.

I looked up to see Frank and Rhiannon walking toward us arm in arm. "Here's your date back, Michael," Frank said with a little smirk. "Have a nice night." Then he walked away with Melanie struggling to catch up.

Rhiannon and I resumed dancing. "How did it go?" I whispered in her ear.

I could almost hear the grin in her voice. "The hook is well and truly set," she said. "He's convinced that I've got the hots for him. He's going to make some excuse to Melanie and we're going to meet back at the clubhouse after everyone has left."

"I'm just a little nervous about that part. The timing is going to have to be perfect," I told her.

"You just leave that to me. Women know all about such things." Then she licked my ear and I shuddered helplessly.

As the night went on, I noticed that the people were beginning to thin out pretty quickly. I guess I must have been looking around, because Rhiannon caught me. "Sorry, Michael," she said. "I don't think Penny came tonight."

"Am I that transparent?" I asked her.

"Like glass," she said with a little smile.

When we got back to my house, I reached in my pocket and handed Rhiannon another envelope. "I may not get a chance to give you this later," I told her, "and I wanted to make sure you got it OK."

She took it almost reluctantly, I thought. She looked at me for a moment, and then her face changed. The sexual goddess somehow disappeared, leaving a real, albeit still beautiful woman. "This has been the most unusual assignment I've ever had," she said, "and you're unlike any client I've ever had. It's been a little frustrating at times" – I blushed – "but I've thoroughly enjoyed it."

I took both her hands in mine. "When I set out to get revenge, I knew I needed someone with remarkable attributes," I replied. "But I never expected I would find someone like you, and I'll never forget you."

I stepped forward suddenly and kissed her on the lips. She held it for a few seconds, and then stepped back abruptly. She blinked her eyes rapidly several times and then said hastily, "Mustn't mess up my lipstick."

Then she glanced down at the jewel-encrusted watch around her wrist and added, "It's almost time; we need to get going. Give me exactly thirty minutes." With that, she went out the door, got in her car and drove away.

I stood there for a minute and then made a decision. Rhiannon and I hadn't talked about this and I hoped I didn't screw everything up, but I had to take that risk. I pulled out my cellphone.

She must have recognized my number. "Michael, why are you calling at this hour?"

"Penny, I'm about to ask you the biggest favor of my life. Please, please, don't ask any questions. Just meet me at the clubhouse in thirty minutes."

"What's going on, Michael? What's this all about?"

"Please, Penny," I begged, "I don't have time to explain. Please trust me. Just come in thirty minutes. I'm sorry, I have to go now." I hung up.

As I set out walking toward the clubhouse, I wondered if she'd come. It was a slim chance, but I figured it was the only chance I had.

When I reached the parking lot, there were two cars parked there. I pulled out my cellphone again and made another call.

"Frank?" came Melanie's angry voice through the phone, "where are you?"

"It's not Frank," I said, "it's Michael."

"Michael! What do you want, and why are you calling so late?" she demanded.

"I'm calling because I know where Frank is. He's with Rhiannon."

"What!" she shrieked. "Where are they?"

"Listen," I said, "just meet me at the clubhouse as fast as you can." Then I hung up.

Frank's house was several blocks away from the clubhouse, but she must have sprinted because I soon spotted her running through someone's back yard. I intercepted her before she reached the clubhouse.

"Where is he?" she raged.

"Quiet!" I commanded, grabbing her wrist. "You've got to be quiet so we can catch them."

I led her to the door to the clubhouse, which was unlocked, and we stepped across the threshold on tiptoes. As we walked into the lounge, we could hear murmurs and the rustling of clothing. By the dim light filtering through the windows I could see Melanie's eyes grow wide. Quickly I put my hand over her mouth to keep her silent, and then pointed to the light switch on the wall. She nodded her understanding and we tiptoed over to it. I flipped on the switch and the room was instantly flooded with light.

With a startled yell, Frank tried to spring up, but with his pants around his knees he tripped and fell on the floor. He scrambled to his feet again, frantically pulling his pants up.

Behind him, Rhiannon sprang up from where she'd been lying on the couch. Her dress was dbangd over the back of the sofa, and as she arose, she pulled her bra back over her exposed breast. She stood there dressed only in her outrageous underwear, and there could be no doubt in anyone's mind what had been going on.

I had to hold Melanie back as she began to scream at Frank. "You bastard, how could you do this to me? We're supposed to get married!"

Rhiannon clung to Frank's arm, cowering behind him in the face of Melanie's wrath. Now that he had his pants on, Frank's confidence returned. He glanced boldly at me and then turned to Rhiannon and asked her, "What do you want to do now, baby?"

"Oh, Frank," she replied in a little girl's voice, "I just want to be with you." As she clung tightly to him, he put his arm around her protectively. Then he turned back to face us. Despite Melanie's distress, his first words were addressed to me.

"Well, Michael, it looks like you've lost another woman."

I didn't say a word, but Melanie shrieked. "What about us, Frank? What about us?"

The big man turned to her. "Listen, Melanie, we had a good thing for a while, but it would never have lasted. Now I've found someone better and I'm going to be devoting all my time to her."

He glanced back at Rhiannon and then turned to Melanie. "You can't blame a guy for wanting to trade up, can you?"

Even in her pain and anger, Melanie couldn't help but glance guiltily at me when she heard those words.

Rhiannon turned around and deftly slipped on her dress. Then she turned back and put her arms around Frank's neck. He bent over and kissed her. "Come on, baby, let's get out of here," he said, tugging her toward the door.

"You go ahead, Frank," she said, "I have a few things I need to say to Michael. Besides I don't want to leave my car here. Look, meet me at this bar." She reached into her purse, pulled out a slip of paper and hastily wrote down an address. "I'll be right behind you, honey," she added, stroking the front of his pants and giving him a passionate kiss.

He looked at her doubtfully. "Are you sure you're going to be OK?" He asked.

"I'm sure, honey. Michael won't hurt me; he's not that kind of guy."

"Yeah," Frank chuckled, "I guess you're right." With that he headed out the door, and we heard him drive away.

While our attention was on Frank, Melanie managed to wriggle out of my grasp. She screamed, "You bitch!" and ran at Rhiannon with her claws extended. Instead of flinching, Rhiannon calmly stood her ground. When Melanie reached her, Rhiannon took a quick step to the side, grabbed one Melanie's outstretched arms and fluidly twisted it behind her back.

She winked at me. "I knew that self-defense class would come in handy." When Melanie continued to struggle, Rhiannon told her harshly, "If you don't calm down, I'll be forced to dislocate your shoulder."

Melanie stopped fighting and Rhiannon pushed her away to face her. "Listen, Melanie, there are a few things you need to know," she said. "I could care less about your Neanderthal ex-fiancé, and I have absolutely no intention of joining him at the bar where he's headed."

Melanie was dumbfounded. "But, but why . . .?"

"Why did I seduce him? Because that's my profession: I'm a paid escort. I've been with dozens of guys like Frank. They all think they're God's gift to women, and they're always on the lookout for the next piece of ass. Do you think he loved you? The only thing he really loved was the chance to finally beat Michael at something. I'm sure he loved screwing you, but he loved screwing Michael over even more. So Michael hired me to get a little payback from Frank, and at the same time to show you how it feels when a lover is unfaithful. It hurts, doesn't it?"

Melanie screamed at that, and then lunged for me. But before I could react, a figure flashed in front of me and shouldered Melanie off her feet. She sprawled awkwardly on the floor. Penny stood over her with her hands clenched. "You deserve that, Melanie. After what you did to Michael, you deserve a lot more." Melanie just lay there and began to sob. It looked to me like her feelings were hurt more than her body.

Penny turned to face me, and I saw that tears were running down her face. "Is that really true?" she asked me. "Is she really not your girlfriend?"

"No," I told her solemnly, "she was my partner in the honey trap we set for Frank and Melanie, but nothing more."

"But she's so beautiful," Penny protested. "I could never compete with someone like her."

Rhiannon walked over and put her hands on Penny's shoulders. "You silly girl, I was the one who never had a chance. He only had eyes for you."

Penny looked over at me again. "You mean you never even . . ."

Rhiannon interceded again. "No, Penny, he never did. I could never get his mind off you long enough to get his hands on me. And believe me, I gave him the opportunity."

Penny didn't say anything, but she looked at me with shining eyes.

Rhiannon grinned at us both. "I think it's time I got out of here. I've had harder assignments than this, but somehow this one has worn me out."

At that moment, Melanie picked herself up off the floor. "What about me? Where do I go? I can't go back to Frank's house, not after what's happened."

Penny looked at her thoughtfully. "I don't know what you're going to do tomorrow, but you can sleep at my house tonight. I'm going to go home with Michael." With that she kissed me soundly. I took her hand and decided not to let it go.

But something was bugging me, and I turned back to Rhiannon. "What about Frank? Where did you send him anyway?"

She laughed. "That was the address of a gay bar I know. I wonder how long he'll stay there before he realizes I'm not coming?"

Then her face lost its smile and she looked at me intently. "Good luck, Michael. You're a special man, and I won't forget you." She leaned forward and gave me a gentle kiss. I felt Penny grip my hand even tighter.

Then Rhiannon turned to Penny, and her face assumed a fierce expression. "You treat him right, you understand me? If I ever hear you haven't, I'll come back, and this time I won't take no for an answer."

The fierce expression left her face, to be replaced by a look I later realized was sadness. She reached out and patted my cheek. "But I don't think I'm going to get that lucky."

Then she reached into her purse and stuffed something in my hand. "Goodbye," she said, and then turned and walked out the door, her hips swiveling magnificently. I looked down at my hand. It held four unopened envelopes.

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