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Learning more from our previous mistakes, Tanner and I had set a schedule for contacting one another. One of the best times was late on Saturday for me and Sunday morning for him, so after Tiffany and Jolene left, I called Tanner. We masturbated for each other on FaceTime. After we orgasmed, he asked me about my week.

"The painting's coming along nicely. Suki's about halfway done."

Of course, Oliver's part in my week was a forbidden subject. All the other things I'd done for Oliver, I'd done for Tanner. I figured if my blackmailer could do it, my husband should be able to do it as well, but today's episode, I couldn't imagine sharing with Tanner. I was so disgusted and appalled by Oliver using me ass to mouth, letting Tanner do it was out of the question.

"Tiffany came over today," I said. "We had a good long talk. She's a very good friend to me, Tanner. I don't deserve her any more than I deserve you."

"Why don't you think you deserve me?"

"Because you're a good man."

"And you're not a good woman?" Tanner asked.

That was a dangerous question. "Not as good as I want to be for you."

"What more could you do for me, you're not doing already?"

It was more a question of what couldn't I be doing, than could, but okay.

"I feel I could be doing a better job as your wife. Nothing specific really." Nothing I can say to you, Tanner. "Just better. I think I could be a better friend to Tiffany, too. I know she's got more money than we do, but she'll pay for everything if I let her." Like my detective agency. "How's things going in Osaka?"

"Going well. I'm happy with my work here. Things are coming along."

That was specific.

"When can you come home?" I asked. When can I get back to a single day of Oliver?

"That's still indefinite," Tanner replied. Oh, shit.

"Would it be possible for you to come home for a week or two before the end of the project? I miss you."

"I'll check. I'll let you know."

"Please do, Tanner. I love you and want you with me."

"I love you too, Brooke. I'll talk to you later."

He hung up. I turned off my light and laid there, in the dark, staring at the ceiling for several hours until I finally fell asleep.

Sunday was the first day I really had to myself for a couple weeks. Of course, Oliver had to spoil it for me first thing in the morning by sending me a movie of my humiliation yesterday. He followed it up with a short text.

You should watch it. You were such a good little slut yesterday. Mistress Toni has requested your services next Friday night. She's having a little soiree and would appreciate your cunt licking talents to assist Slut. Arrive there by five PM. You'll spend the night at her house. You'll address her and obey as you did at the Club. She'll report on your compliance. Any failures on your part will result in punishment by me. When you're released, you'll come here. Don't forget to cleanse yourself before coming.

He provided her address. I checked to see when I could leave my modeling responsibilities and still make it to Toni's by five. With Friday afternoon rush hour traffic, I would need to leave the estate by 3:30.

I texted back, Will I need to be masked? Will anyone know me?

I'll let you know.

I wondered which day would be more demeaning; Friday, licking cunt, or Saturday, with Oliver. If I had to cleanse myself for Oliver, I suppose Saturday would be much worse.

I got a call from Jolene in the afternoon. She'd been working on the list today. I appreciated she was willing to work Sunday to help me.

"Hey, Brooke. I'm trying to decipher some of the relationship issues between the people on your list. There are some tenuous threads between Geoff and Oliver, but nothing driving a nail in anyone's coffin. Some of the same threads exist between Oliver and Richard Wharton."

"I'm sorry, who's Richard Wharton?"

"Jackson's boss and Shizuko's patron. But they could be nothing more than rich guys doing business with one another. I can't find anything about the club. Apparently a motto is insufficient information to find an address. You don't know the address, do you?"

"I'm sorry. I was pretty wrapped up in my own thoughts as we went out there. Oliver had me naked in his car with nothing but a cloak on and I was concerned about what was going to happen. I didn't know you'd still be looking into this, so I wasn't paying a sufficient amount of attention."

"Do you even know where it was in relation to Atlanta?"

"Southeast, about an hour to hour and a half from Oliver's residence. We got on I-285 and I-675 but we left 675 before getting to I-75. It wasn't in a development. Just stuck by itself in the middle of nowhere. No windows on the bottom floor, a brick wall around a standard sized lawn, but I got the feeling the property was bigger."

"Out by Stockbridge, do you think?"

"More rural, I'd guess north of Stockbridge, maybe further East too."

"Shit. I can't search Google Earth for a place with a brick fence around it over 225 square miles."

"I'm sorry I can't help more."

"Call me if you think of anything else."

"Jolene, I might have a way to get the address without asking Oliver or going again."

"What is it?"

"Mistress Toni has requested my services this Friday night. If we go on the assumption the other members of the club are unaware they're being recorded and would be extremely pissed to find they are, do you think it's possible she would be mad enough to tell me it's location?"

"Shit, she might be. It could also be risky if she informed Oliver."

"Then, I imagine I can't simply blurt it out, but would need to approach the subject delicately."

"Definitely."

"Any suggestions?" I asked.

Jolene thought for a few minutes. I waited patiently for her to work it through.

"You could start by asking if there are recording devices at the Club and see what she says. If she says something to the effect of 'no fucking way', you could ask her if they had considered recording devices and how she would feel about them. If she's adamantly opposed to the idea, then you could reveal she's been recorded and show her the recording. That's where it gets tricky. We don't want her blowing up at Oliver or discussing this with any other Club members, some of whom might be in cahoots with Oliver. It might be best at that point if I spoke to her about why we're interested and why we want it to stop, and why no one else can know until we know who's getting this information so we can end your blackmail. I'll also need to reassure her we're not after her or any other members of the Club who are engaged in consensual behavior."

"It may be very late at night or early in the morning before she calls," I said.

"Any time, day or night," Jolene said. "If I need to come out there and speak to her in person, I will. She might also be able to tell us who holds the deed to the property."

"I'd also like to approach Jackson about what he knows and if he'll help me, even if he loses his job. I'm not sure what to say to him. It sounds as if you've worked with him before, so any suggestions on what I might say to him?"

"He's helped us nail the members of a child porn ring and a sex slavery thing we needed his skill set for. He was pissed as hell at the perpetrators when he worked on those. It's one of the reasons I trust him to help us. If you want to open a dialog with him, ask about me and the cases he's helped us with. If he responds the way I expect him to, you can hint at your situation and see how he responds. If it's the way you expect, ask for his help."

"Thank you, Jolene. I will."

We disconnected and I had more to think about. Maybe I wouldn't delete Oliver's last movie just yet.