Blake's mansion

It wasn't too long of a drive to get to his country estate. I say estate, because it was huge, and sprawling from what I could see. We were all tucked neatly in Blake's vintage Aston Martin that reminded me of old James Bond movies. I was the one who sat in what would have been the ejector seat, with Monica sitting in the rear, sipping on a bottle of vodka she conned the bartender out of.

I was still feeling a wee bit nervous about what was going to happen once we got there. Monica could see that, and ended up passing me the bottle several times. "Just relax, Semi," she whispered in my ear. "Remember John wants you to do this. He gave you his permission, so there's nothing to be nervous or worried about. Just calm down, and try to be your sweet, sexy self. I'm right here with you." I was glad she was with me.

Finally we arrived, and Blake turned the car into a long, nicely maintained driveway that seemed to stretch out forever. Monica joked about the length of the driveway once we got to the front door. "I pity the person who has to get your mail for you. They have to hitchhike back to the house."

Blake chuckled at the joke. "Well, what can I say? It's one of the many hazards of owning a former castle. You can't see it well in the dark, but it is a beautiful, well kept place. I'd love to show you both around the grounds tomorrow. I think what you will see will be awe inspiring."

"As long as there's no moats with alligators in them, I'll be content to go on tour," I chimed in.

Blake, not to be outdone added, "What? You don't find moats and alligators awe inspiring?"

"Not if I fall in," I retorted. "I'd rather be invited to dinner instead of being invited to be dinner."

"For me it would depend on who's doing the eating," Monica joined in.

Blake chuckled again. "Well, you both look delicious to me. I'd have to lay you on the table, side by side, and give you both a taste test." He opened the driver's door. "Shall we go in, ladies?" He closed it, and walked around the other side, and opened the door for me, just like a perfect gentleman. But something told me he wasn't perfect at all. There was something hidden inside him that I couldn't perceive. A darker side that he allowed flashes of at the pub. I still had the taste of my own underwear in my mouth. I felt like I no longer had a will of my own. How would he be once both of us were inside his house, alone with him? That's where the nervousness was coming from. I wasn't sure if I wanted it, or not. Perhaps I did, which is why I walked through the front door with Monica at my side. Blake followed us in, and locked the big double doors behind us.

We both stood there, looking around the massive ball room we had entered. It was beautiful, and, yes, awe inspiring. He came up between us, and put his arms around both of us. "Ladies, take off your clothes. You won't be needing them for quite a while."

(Disclaimer: Absolutely no one was ejected from the front seat of Blake's vintage Aston Martin. However, a few pumpkins didn't survive impact, and one cat had to be rescued from a tree. The author wishes to thank Blake for satisfying his curiosity. Yes, unfortunately, a few pumpkins were injured during the writing of this chapter. You may ask, "Does the author hate pumpkins that much? Why didn't he use melons instead?" The answer my friend is blowing in the wind. Any similarities t events, either real or fictional is purely coincidental. Hopefully no vegans will be too upset over the loss of the pumpkins. Stay tuned for our next exciting chapter!)