It swayed. Bianca held her breath.

“ What the…?”

Bianca didn't wait. She scrambled up and out, getting herself through the door just in time.

The phone rang and Bianca jumped out of her skin.

She stared at it. What if it was Rachel? What if… what if she knew? Bianca picked up the phone

“ Dulce Flor, are you okay?”

“ I'm… I'm fine.” She took a breath and did her best to brighten her voice. “Rachel took me to get a massage today. It was lovely.”

“ Roger said. He also said you left in a cab without them. Sent him a text message?”

“ The massage was wonderful, but after it was done she lit some incense of something. The smell gave me a headache.” It was a story that she had been practicing for a while in her head, but even well-practiced it came out shaky.

“ You have always been a terrible liar.”

“ I… I um…”

“ Tell me what is going on.”

His voice was so sure. So forceful. Without thinking about it, she spilled. Every gory detail. Every sticky moment. She'd never had a secret so juicy before and it spilled forth in a torrent.

Silence.

And more silence.

“ Esteban? Are you there?”

“ I am.” His voice was tight. “I am very glad I don't have to look at you right now, Bianca. I doubt I could.”

“ Esteban, I..”

“ I'll call you tomorrow. I have to go.”

“ I love you.”

“ Tomorrow.”

The phone disconnected.

Bianca huddled under the covers of her bed, tears filling her eyes. A long hard night full of tears lay ahead of her.

Ring!

Startled, she woke. Eyes wide, she grabbed the phone.

He didn't wait for a greeting. “A package will be delivered in the next hour. Sign for it, then call me before you open it.”

“ Okay.” she squeaked.

Esteban hung up without another word, leaving Bianca alone with her panic.

He's divorcing me. He's having papers delivered and he wants me to call him so he can be sure I get them.

So he can hear me cry.

Rachel's ring tone trilled from out of Bianca's purse. She listened to it till it stopped and waited to hear the voice mail beep.

The intercom from the front door beeped. She jumped up, wrapped a robe around herself and went to the door.

Peeking through the window, she saw Roger standing there. Her heart leapt to her throat.

“ Can I help you?”

“ It's Roger. Are you okay Mrs. Alvarado? Rachel is worried. You aren't answering your phone.”

“ I'm fine. Migraine. I just need quiet. I'll call her later.”

Call and tell Rachel what, exactly? Oh, my husband is divorcing me. Why? I watched you fuck my chauffeur and it really turned me on and now he thinks I'm a freak.

A cup of tea and a few good cries later, the intercom buzzed again.

On the other side of the glass, the delivery man looked crisp, professional and thoroughly optimistic. Bianca hated him.

She yanked the door open, snatched the clip board and pen, and scrawled her name on the line. Shoving the paperwork back at him she took the box and retreated back into the house.

From the coffee table, the box stared at her. She had expected the apocalypse to come in an official looking manila envelope, not a diminutive white box.

Her cell phone rang. Esteban's ring.

“ You should have gotten it by now.”

Great. He's anxious to get it over with.

“ Hi.”

“ Did it arrive?”

“ Yes.”

“ But you didn't call?”

“ No, I…”

“ You have been so naughty lately.” His words were reproachful, but held a warmth and playful edge she hadn't heard in a long time.

“ Go shower. Do your hair. Put on make up. Then call me. Before you get dressed. I want to pick out what you wear. This is important. Don't open the box.”

“ O…okay.”

“ Good. I love you, Bianca.”

“ Yeah, I…”

The phone went dead. She hung it up, bewildered.

“ You're ready? Hair? Make up?”

“ I'm all ready. What is this all about? I don't…”

“ Send me a picture.”

“ I'm naked.”

“ I know.”

Bianca dithered for a minute. Could she, really? What if he was setting her up?

“ Bianca?”

Finally, she resigned herself to the set up, if there was one. If she was going to lose every thing, she might as well go out in a way that would make Rachel proud of her. Bianca snapped a photo with her phone and sent it to him.

“ Good girl. Now open the box.”

Well, great. After he divorces me for being a deviant he'll be able to post naked pictures of me on the internet.

She pulled the tab on the side of the box and it zipped open. Inside was… tissue paper, in various shades of pink. Not what she had been expecting at all. Past the crinkling paper she found a satin bag. She pulled it out and stared at it.

“ What is it?”

“ Darling, if you can't tell by looking at it, I can't help you.”

She opened the bag and pulled out… panties. But not regular panties. These were made out of a smooth rubbery material and they were heavy. She opened them up. Oh! A smallish knob sprouted from the inside of the crotch and a pill shaped bullet sat in front of it.

“ I think this is…”

“ Put it on.”

“ I don't understand… Esteban, I…”

“ Shhh. I told you what I want. Now all you have to do is put those panties on, put your clothes on and go to lunch. Roger will be there to drive you very soon. Call me from the car.”

“ What should I wear?”

“ Good girl. Your green dress. The short one that wraps. With your black belt.”

He hung up before she had a chance to question him further.

The panties looked small, but were remarkably stretchy. She pulled them up over her ass and gasped a little as the tiny dildo invaded her pussy. She slid into her dress and buttoned up the top as quickly as she could. The intercom buzz came just as she was sliding her feet into her wedges.

“ Hello, Roger.”

“ Hi, Bi.. Mrs. Alvarado. I hope your head is feeling better.” He stepped aside and held the car door open for her.

“ I'm on the mend.” The words come out tight and quiet. What if he knew? If he saw or Esteban told him? What if… The sheer number of ways this could go wrong compounded by the oddness of her husband's behavior and these panties was too much for her to process. She slid into the back of the car and stared straight ahead.

“ Where would you like to go for lunch?”

“ Um… The Vineyard is fine.”

The car rolled forward and she continued to stare at the back of the seat. Her phone trilled.

“ You were supposed to call me.”

“ I'm sorry. I'm just…”

“ You're going to pay for that.”

Suddenly her panties came to life, a strong vibration coming from the bullet straight into her clit. “Oh, God.”

“ Yes, Dulce Flor. Now you see the game.” The vibration abruptly cut off. “Tell Roger to take you to Le Quotidian. “

“ He taking me to The Vineyard.”

“ No.”

The vibration started again, stronger this time, taking her breath away. She bit back a moan. This stronger movement ran up the small dildo in her pussy. The sensation was compounded.

“ Are you okay, Mrs Alvarado?” Roger's eyes peered at her from the rear view mirror.

“ I'm fine. I've changed my mind. Take me to Quotidian.”

“ Yes, ma'am.”

The car turned and the vibration stopped.

“ I'm going to tell you just what to do. Do as you are told and I will be a happy man. Defy me and I will still get my satisfaction.”

“ There will be people around.”

“ That is precisely the point.”

Inside the restaurant, people milled about the maitre d's station, waiting to be given a table or released to the bar.

Her phone buzzed.

I want to see you in the panties. 3 minutes.

Bianca bustled to the front of the group.