The Training of C

DAY FOUR, ACT ONE – FIELD TRIP

After C's orgasmic workout it had been her turn to be dehydrated, and to have legs that were suffering from a partial communications failure re her brain, so Girth suggested that we take the next day off and return the following. Also he said, somewhat enigmatically, it was going to take some prep and might even be delayed if conditions weren't up to it, but he'd let me know either way.

Intriguing, I thought.

The UK was going through one of its Indian Summer routines. Despite autumn approaching, the day dawned bright, and stayed warm throughout. Girth phoned about 3pm and told me it was on.

"Are we going to a barbecue?" I asked, mostly to wind him up.

"For the love of fu..." I heard him say as he put the phone down, and I grinned.

C's weird selective amnesia about events in the Club was in full effect. Luckily so was whatever deeply - oh, so deeply buried - subroutine that made her compliant and suggestive, to begin with anyway. She donned the outfit provided - pretty much identical to the previous visit - and we were driven to the Club.

You are once again escorted-slash-guarded to a remote corner, while Girth again commandeers me for a chat.

He gets right down to it.

"Ever gone dogging?" he asks. "More to the point, has C?"

"'No', and ‘take a wild guess’," I reply.

"Well, she is tonight," Girth says chirpily.

For the first time I'm genuinely not so sure about this, and I've effectively forced my wife to have sex with double-digit men and one really up-for-it woman. By whom I mean Toya. I'm not sure that what Dawn did to the both of us counts as sex.

Girth sees the look on my face.

"Trust me, it'll be fine. It'll actually be in a location that the Club controls entirely. It's private land, made to look very convincingly like really quite public land. Despite that, all the people...participating, shall we say?..will be Club personnel. No random strangers who just happened to be passing."

This comes as something of a relief to me.

"J," he says, suddenly serious. "I want you to do something for me. I want you to trust me. Something's going to happen in the next minute or so but it won't be what it seems. I promise. I'll explain later, but for now please just run with it."

Ominous. I'm not good at the 'trusting' thing as a rule.

Girth picks up a glass of water and walks over to you. He takes a small yellow pill out of a pill case, pointedly drops it in the water where it almost instantly dissolves, and hands it to you.

"Drink," he orders you. You look at it uncertainly, then at Girth's stern face. You drink.

"You've just been given a tiny dose of an extremely potent and totally reliable aphrodisiac. You won't feel any effect for about an hour, and then...you will. It'll peak about an hour after that, and wear off completely about two hours later. There are no side effects. It's not enough to make you lose control and start shagging lampposts, but in about two hours' time you're going to be a slave to your own hormones."

He grins.

I take him to one side and sigh. "If this goes wrong and something Dawn-like happens again, there will be consequences," I say, seriously.

"I know, J. But as I said: Trust me. I've got too much of a crush on C to harm her. Also I technically can't shag her anymore either, because of that. Emotional involvement. It's a bugger. Anyway, we need to be moving. The location is about 45 minutes away. Oh," Girth adds, "by the way - normal rules are back in play. You can't fuck C. You can't interact with her intimately in any way. You can with the other actors, but I know you won't. You soppy sod."

My face is a picture, possibly called "Mixed emotions, oil on canvas".

We are escorted back to the car and off we go on our field trip.