Pet Show
by Tammy Williams

(LaCroix/f, mild bdsm)

OK, here's another smutty story from me. The character of LaCroix doesn't belong to me, he belongs to James Parriott and Co. The others in this story sorta belong to me - and aren't to be used in other stories without permission. This is another harem story - you know, the group of women who live in LC's manor house. Send comments to sackett1@mindspring.com. Hope you enjoy it.

And thanks to my extra special, extra smutty betareaders *g* - they know who they are - and I'm not sure they want any of you to know who they are.

LaCroix sat, thinking. He felt in a strange mood. His women had been rather..... troublesome of late - with Nicholas trying to drain them and fleeing off to Hong Kong and book buying in New York.

Normally he preferred them as they were - independent, proud, irritating - but that wasn't what he wanted tonight. Tonight he felt like being obeyed, being in complete and total control.

He also felt like going out into the mortal world and shocking them with a display of power. But how could he do this without trouble from the Enforcers or his stick-in-the-mud son?

He glanced over at the bookcase. A box caught his eye. He walked over and opened it. A lace choker lay inside, its edges brown with age. A wicked smile crossed his lips and his eyes closed in remembrance.

He cast his thoughts over the women available to him. He chuckled.

Janette? No, she would refuse - and she was no longer completely his anymore. Doctor Lambert? Hehehe, she might enjoy it. But convincing her would be an almost endless task and what Nick would have to say!

That left *HIS* women. Which is what he intended upon anyways. But which of his women would be willing to act this part?

He wanted obedience, servitude, no inhibitions, and a willingness to be 'displayed' in public.

Triona? Well, she was obedient - somewhat. But LaCroix didn't think her inhibitions would allow her to participate in what he had planned.

Sarah? His son would throw a fit even larger than if it was Dr. Lambert. Sometimes having one of Nicholas's followers - what was it? Oh, yes, a Dark Knightie - staying at his home was complicated but the other women enjoyed her company. He had enjoyed her quite a bit also.

Teresa and Lauren seemed to have the same problem - their inhibitions were near to nonexistent, but neither was big on public displays. And somehow, he wasn't sure if either of them would completely enjoy what he had planned, even if they went along with it, which of course they would, if he so desired.

That left.... April. April - or as he had heard someone at the Raven refer to her - the Orgy Girl. She wasn't what he would call obedient, but LaCroix thought his wild one might enjoy his plans.

LaCroix went to his desk and sat down. He knew he wouldn't be able to put his plan into action that night - there were items he needed to purchase. He started making out a list.....

***********

The next evening as he came down the stairs, Baker the butler said, "Your purchases have arrived, sir."

LaCroix smiled. Baker shivered. "Baker, find Miss April and send her to my quarters." LaCroix picked up the packages and went back up to his room.

April knocked on LaCroix's door. "General? Baker said you wanted to see me?"

She was dressed casually - T-shirt, shorts, ratty tennis shoes. His eyebrow raised in a sneer. "Come in, April, and take off those horrible clothes."

April stripped quickly. She stood there, naked and smiling. He looked sternly at her and said, "Take a shower. You will wear what I leave on the bed. Then sit and wait - I have a couple of phone calls to make before we go out."

"We're going out?"

"Oh, yes, my dear, we're going out to dine - and the floorshow will be .... most interesting."

April shivered as he walked from the room, both because she was a bit chilled and because she was a bit concerned.

April showered quickly. She dried off and investigated the dress on the bed. It was a gold lace dress, stretch lace that clung to every curve. It had off-the-shoulder straps and was cut to just above her nipples - which could be seen through the lace. The hem of the dress came just below her bottom - any sudden bending would expose her. The fabric didn't allow for underwear - and none was provided. What was provided was a leather choker covered in gold lace with a metal circle attached to it.

April put on the gold high-heeled shoes and sat down in the chair by the bed to wait.

A few minutes later, he returned. He told her to stand and looked her over. The heat in his eyes made April's body quiver.

He took her by the chin. "We're going out, April. And you will do exactly as I say, do you understand?"

April nodded and smiled at him. He looked at her a second longer and sighed. Then he said again, *thump* "April, you will do exactly as I say, won't you?" *thump* He didn't put much into this bit of hypnotism. He preferred his women's' reactions to be natural and unforced. He didn't want her to be a total drone - just a bit more... pliable.

April's eyes glazed over slightly as she nodded. "Yes, General. I understand."

He kissed her lips. "You'll have much more fun if you do as I say, my dear."

"Anything you desire, mon general." April smiled, completely unaware of the subtle hypnosis.

He reached into his pocket. "April, put your hands behind your back." She did. The handcuffs he pulled from his pocket had been gilded to match her dress. He fastened them around her wrists.

She looked over her shoulder. "Don't be concerned, my dear, it's part of the game we're playing," he said. He reached into his other pocket and pulled out what looked like a golden rope.

It wasn't a rope. It was a leash. He fastened it to the metal circle on her choker. "Let us depart, my pet." He walked from the room, with a slight tug on the leash. April followed, with her hands cuffed behind her back.

They walked down the stairs. There was a car waiting outside the door of the manor house. The chauffeur stood there with the door open.

They got into the limo. He shut the door and got back in the driver's seat. "Take us to the de Sade Club," directed LaCroix.

The de Sade Club was named after, of course, the Marquis de Sade - the man who gave us the word sadist. But the club wasn't just for S&M fun. It was a sex club for all types. S&M, fetishes, varied perversions, other types of sexual games, and voyeurs. The voyeur dining room was the room he had booked for the night.

He planned on making April 'perform' in front of a crowd - a crowd of voyeurs. But all he told her was that they were going out to dinner and that there would be some sort of floorshow.

As they sat in the car, he looked at April. She seemed uncomfortable. "What is it, my dear? Does the idea of the leash bother you?"

"Yes, a bit, sir."

"Where we're going, my dear April, I need to show that you *belong* to me." He traced his finger along her lips. "You do, don't you?"

April sighed and kissed his finger. "Oh, yes, General, completely."

He turned her face to him and kissed her. She melted into his touch. His fingers slid across the open expanse of her chest, then traced along the lacy edge.

He pulled the lace down, under her breasts. His head slid to her neck, then to her chest. His lips scattered kisses across her chest before stopping to lick one of her nipples.

April's head tilted back and she gasped as his lips covered her nipple and began to suck. Then she straightened her neck and opened her eyes to look at him, only to find herself staring into the review mirror, meeting the avidly watching eyes of the chauffeur.

"Sir!" April whispered.

"Yes, my dear?" His mouth lifted from her breast for a moment, then returned.

"Oohhh! The..the..ohhh! The driver's watching us! OOohh!"

"That's all right, my dear." His hand brushed her face and he gently kissed her again. "He'll see much more before the night is over." As his head went back down, one hand slid between her legs.

He teased her for the next few minutes. She was writhing around on the seat of the limo, gasping and panting - and watching the driver watch them. But before she reached an orgasm, they arrived at the club.

The chauffeur came around and opened the door. LaCroix took his time removing his hand from between April's legs. The chauffeur helped April out, then LaCroix stepped out holding the leash.

LaCroix held his wet fingers up to April's mouth. Standing there beside the car, she licked them clean. LaCroix turned and headed towards the entrance. He tugged on the leash. April followed.

The maitre'd was looking at the reservation book as he asked in a superior tone, "And do *you* have a reservation?"

LaCroix growled. "Yess, I do. The Black Room."

The man's head jerked up and he immediately became servile. "I'm sorry, sir. I didn't realize. Please right this way."

He led them to a large open room. The room was full of diners. One table was empty. It sat on a dais next to a chair facing the rest of the room.

LaCroix led April through the room, tugging on the leash whenever she lagged behind. Everyone looked at the leashed, handcuffed woman out of the corners of their eyes.

The maitre'd handed LaCroix a menu and started to hand one to April. LaCroix waved it off. "She'll have what I order for her."

While they waited on the server, LaCroix perused the menu. "Hmmm, what should I order for you, my pet? Should I let you eat normally or make you eat from my hand?"

April shivered. The server approached and took LaCroix's order. But the General didn't tell April of his decision until the food arrived.

He decided not to humiliate her. "Stand up, my pet, and turn around." He undid the handcuffs and unhooked the leash. "Eat."

April ate. She cast nervous glances at him while he watched her. He looked her up and down and smiled the whole time, while slowing sipping his red wine.

April tried to eat slowly, but couldn't control her nerves. She finished quickly and took a large drink of wine.

LaCroix put his arm across the back of her chair and turned her face to him. "Did you enjoy your dinner, my pet?"

She stared into his ice blue eyes and nodded. His hand slid from her chin, caressed her neck, and traced the edge of the lace across her breasts.

She drew in a ragged breath - his fingers were so cool, but her skin felt so hot after he touched her. Her eyes closed and she swallowed convulsively.

His fingers dipped below the edge of the lace and brushed her nipples. She arched into his touch, unable to stop herself. She opened her eyes to look in his, just as he pulled down on the lace.

He pulled down and April's eyes opened wide in shock. He pulled down and slid the lace *under* her breasts, leaving them completely exposed to anyone who looked their way - and everyone was looking.

He traced a finger around her nipple, causing it to harden. He moved to the other one.

Then he dipped his finger in the wine and traced her lips. He bent his head and licked the wine off. When he dipped his finger again, she slightly opened her lips, expecting a repeat.

But this time, his finger traced her right nipple. And as his lips closed around it, April groaned out loud.

After he licked her left nipple free of wine also, April quickly drank another glass of wine.

He leaned over to her as she drank. "Do you see them watching you, my pet? Looking at your tight nipples, wondering how it would feel to have their mouths on you?" His hand rested momentarily on her knee.

As he spoke, tormenting her with the fact that everyone was watching, his hand slid up her thigh and eased her legs apart.

"G..g..general!" she gasped.

"Yes, my pet? Did you wish to ask me something?" he smiled wickedly at her flushed face. April, trying to distract him, asked entirely the *wrong* question.

"Wh..when does the floorshow start? You s..s..said there was going to be a f-floorshow."

LaCroix pulled back. "You are so right, my pet. We mustn't keep everyone waiting for the show. Stand up."

LaCroix pushed her over to the chair, sitting by itself in the center of the dais, perfectly visible from every point in the room.

He stood behind her, breathing on her neck. "I forgot to tell you, my pet. YOU are the floorshow."

He put his hands around her waist and slid them up to cup her breasts momentarily. April's eyes closed. "L..l..lacroix!"

He chuckled and slid his hands back down over her stomach. He touched the hem of the dress. Then he slowly started pulling up.

He pulled the dress up over her hips, leaving her standing there with only her stomach covered.

His hand cupped her mound for a moment as he kissed the nape of her neck. Then he released her and said, "Sit down."

April tried to say no, but he said her name sternly and she sat. "Spread your legs for the audience, April."

April did as he said. LaCroix walked back over to the table and sat down. "Entertain us, my pet. Make yourself come for us."

"G..g..g..general, please." April begged.

"Oh, I will be most pleased, my pet."

April knew she couldn't refuse him - she never could, but this time she couldn't find a trace of rebellion with which to defy him.

So she did as she was ordered. April closed her eyes and slid her hand between her legs while everyone in the room openly watched her.

The room was silent as April began. They watched her stroke herself, watched her react to each touch. All pretense of being innocent diners fell to the wayside.

April tried to forget about the watching crowd. As her fingers moved faster, she tried to focus on herself and the knowledge that *he* was watching. She would do anything for *him*.

Her head fell back and she moaned. One hand played with her breasts as the other was occupied lower. She heard his voice as if from a distance. "Very good, my pet. Now, put them inside you."

April's moan could be heard throughout the room. But she complied. She slid lower in the chair as she slid two fingers deep inside.

The audience was visibly affected. They were shifting in their chairs, but their eyes were glued between her outspread legs.

April's hands were moving quickly. She could feel herself approaching orgasm. Her breath came in gasps.

She could feel him approaching her, even through her excitement. LaCroix crouched behind her. "Yes, my pet. That's a gooood girl."

His hand was across her forehead, pulling her neck back. He looked as if he was kissing her on the side of her neck - but April could feel his fangs.

He was going to drink from her - in public as she masturbated in front of an audience. That thought was entirely too much for her. She came.

Her fingers moved in and out hard and fast. She screamed as his fangs penetrated her skin. She could feel the blood leaving her body.

Her body spasmed in ecstasy. His other hand was on her stomach, holding her in the chair. If he hadn't, she would have fallen to the floor.

He drank only a bit, just enough to taste her. After her body stilled, he helped her stand. Her knees were shaky. He pulled the dress back over her hips and then back up over her breasts.

He led her back to the table and helped her sit. He poured her a glass of water and helped her drink. The waiter came back. "Bring us the bill." ordered LaCroix.

It arrived swiftly. LaCroix paid the waiter and told April to stand. She stood. He fastened the handcuffs around her wrists and reattached the leash.

They left the room. When they got in the car, LaCroix pushed the button to raise the glass between them and the driver.

He pushed her back across the seat and smiled at her. "Now, my pet, you will perform privately for me."