(Continued from Lauren's Story - Chapter 12...)

Lauren texted Sarah on her way home the next morning, "want to meet for lunch?"
"Sure, as long as I get to stay clean."
"You got it, meet me at The Egg House in 30 minutes," Lauren said as she drove back to her place. The Egg House was one of her favorite breakfast spots.
When Sarah got there, Lauren's first comment was, "you didn't tell me what an amazing house he had!"
"I didn't want to distract you."
They talked about the evening's events, or at least what Lauren remembered. "I'm really falling for this guy. He makes me so happy."
Sarah was overjoyed at Lauren's excitement about David. "I can't wait to tell James. Did he show you the big room at the back of the house?
"Yes, he said it was his grandfather's old workshop." Lauren could tell by the look on Sarah's face that she did not like that answer. "What?"
"Um...I guess it could be that...um..."
"Tell me!"
"I am not going to tell you anything. That's up to David."
The happy conversation pretty much ended on that note. Lauren went back to her apartment, feeling upset and lied to. And she didn't even know what or why she was getting upset about it. But why did Sarah know the truth and she didn't?
Lauren didn't respond to David's texts that afternoon. She was confused, unsure of who she should be mad at, and upset that when she finally found someone she wanted to be with, there was a catch.
She was lying in bed, when David called her. "Hey, I hadn't heard back from you, just wanted to make sure you were ok?"
"I'm fine."
"That doesn't sound like you're fine. What's up?"
"I'm just tired. Can we talk tomorrow? When do you work?"
"I'm only doing the late news on Monday. I'll be home all day, just come over anytime."
"Ok, see you tomorrow."
And with that, Lauren hung up on him.
She didn't sleep much that night and wasn't in a good mood at work either on Monday. Everyone at the office quickly figured out that they should leave her alone. At about 3:00, she told the group she was leaving early for an appointment. That appointment was to find out what was really going on with David. Could she trust him?
Lauren drove straight to his house and rang the doorbell. A few moments later David appeared, "Hey Lauren. I'm really sorry about how I shared things with you. I talked to Sarah and she let me know how I screwed up. I want to make it up to you."
"Ok, I'll listen but I'm not doing anything else at this point."
"Fair enough. Let's sit down in the living room." David brought her into the living room and sat down in a chair across from her. "So, this is really embarrassing for me and I now realize that if we are going to make it I have to be completely open and honest with you."
Lauren sat there, not really knowing what was going on.
"I used to do some things that I'm not proud of when I was younger."
"We all did." Lauren responded, now starting to feel some sympathy for David.
"When I first got this house, after my grandfather died, I used to make videos here. Videos that were...weird...somewhat pornographic...unusual...I made a little bit of money off of them, so that made it ok since I wasn't getting any work as a videographer."
"Ok?" Lauren was starting to get nervous.
"So, to make these videos I would go online, get models, friends of models, girls from all over the place, to come to my house and shoot the video. It was a lot of fun at first, very sexual, very empowering, etc. But the more I did it, the less thrilling and fun it became. I had problems with the girls, with my equipment (camera equipment), and with the people who paid for these videos. About a year ago, I stopped making the videos. Erased my online presence, deleted my associated email accounts, everything. To all of those people I dropped off the grid. And I am much happier for it. I don't have the constant stress, the worry about meeting deadlines, or fulfilling my customer's wish lists."
"Ok, so why the locked door?"
"Because that's a place I used to be. I don't want to go back to that. And, don't get me wrong, a lot of what I filmed, turned me on. That's how I got into it in the first place. But I'm afraid if I start going into that room again, I'll want to do it more and more and I'll end up back where I used to be, alone and stressed."
"Well, that's a lot of baggage you have there...but it's baggage that we can deal with together if you'll let me help. I'm so happy when I'm with you. I know we've only been on 3 dates but I can't see a situation where I wouldn't want to be with you. No matter what you've done in the past."
"Thanks, that really makes me feel better."
"And besides, if it's something that turns you on, I want to know about it." Lauren said smiling at him. "So...what's your deal, 'freak boy'?"
David laughed. "We can go unlock the door and then you can start running?"
"I'm here, we've got a few hours to kill before you go to work, why not?"
David got up and walked into his office to grab the keys. He held Lauren's hand, kissed her cheek, and said, "I hope this isn't too much for you. I can always just lock this room up. You are the most important thing to me right now."
Lauren smiled and kissed him back, "I'm not going anywhere, unless there are those dead bodies hanging in here."
David opened the door and led Lauren inside. It was a really big room. There was a small kitchenette on the right side of the room, and on the left side there was a bathroom and a shower head sticking out of the wall. Most of the outside wall was painted a very light neutral tan color and there were some chairs and carts sitting around the room. Running along the outside wall, hanging from the ceiling were a couple of what looked like metal bars, running almost the full length of the room. And as she turned to face the inside wall she saw various hooks and contraptions hanging from the ceiling.
"Those are for the cameras," David said as he watched Lauren survey the room.
Lauren walked over to the left where the bathroom and shower head were. The floor was all tiled and had multiple drains spread out around the room. In the corner on the left side, there was a tarp covering something. She looked back at David, he nodded in approval, and she pulled the tarp off to reveal a claw foot soaking tub.
She made her way along the outside wall and saw two outdoor water faucet hook ups, ready for hoses to be attached. The kitchenette had a small stove, a microwave, a decent sized refrigerator, and a pantry.
Finally she got to the inside right corner of the room and found stacks of boxes. Again she looked for David's approval, he nodded, and she took the lid off of one of the boxes. The box was full of clothes. She saw a swimsuit, a dress, and what looked like a pile of various costume dress up clothes. She closed the lid and walked over to David. "So far, nothing I see is scaring me. So what happens in these videos?"
"It's hard to explain. Maybe if I just show you a part of one of the videos it will make more sense."
He led Lauren back into the living room and they sat down in front of his big screen TV. He grabbed the remote and connected the TV to his computer. He selected the file named, "Carolyn, Trailer #1," and hit play.
On the screen, Lauren saw a beautiful girl, probably in her early 20's, wearing a bikini that just barely covered anything. She was smiling at the camera, waving, posing, and doing her best to look sexy. "This looks like normal porn to me," Lauren thought to herself.
But then, all of a sudden, a cream pie came flying from off screen and hit her in the face. Pie went everywhere. The girl wiped her eyes clear, said something, and then another pie hit her in the face. The video skipped at that point and showed her in a completely different outfit, a formal dress. She again was posing for the camera. This time a large amount of green slime fell from above her, off camera, and drenched her dress.
Lauren couldn't believe what she was seeing. The stuff that Sarah and she had been doing, was the stuff that David made videos of. She wondered if this was how they met.
The video ended with the girl in another bikini, posing, when you saw David come out from off camera and put a pie on each side of her head. Then the screen went black and there was info on where to go to get the full version of the video.
"So...there it is...what do you think?"
Lauren wanted to play this cool. If she told David about what she and Sarah had been doing it might betray Sarah's trust. And she didn't want to seem any more forward than she already had on the previous Saturday when she jumped in the pool fully dressed. "That's interesting. So, that kind of thing turns you on?"
"That particular video doesn't, because that girl was tough to work with, but normally, yes, seeing a beautiful woman get messed up, especially by me, gets my juices flowing."
Lauren got up and walked back into the "workshop." The room felt completely different now that she knew what went on in it. She walked over to the long outside wall and pictured the girl from the video getting hit with the pie. "So...would it turn you on if you did that stuff to me?"
"Well...you already turn me on, without that."
"But if we did that?"
"Yes, I would definitely be turned on."
"What would I wear? Did you pick those outfits out for the girls?"
"Sometimes I did, sometimes my customers sent specific outfits for them to wear."
"So, what would you have me wear?"
"I don't know, haven't thought about it."
"Come on. I can tell you've thought about it. I can see it by the bulge in your pants."
David looked down at his jeans and realized that his hard cock was definitely visible. "Ok, I was really thinking about the outfit you wore in the pool the other night, the white sun dress."
"What about something from your collection?" Lauren said as she walked over to the boxes.
David walked over next to the boxes with her and moved a few boxes before reaching down and pulling the lid off of one. He pushed aside a few things at the top of the box and pulled out a brown paper sack that had been folded up. As he opened the bag he spoke, "I never used this one, I was always waiting for the perfect woman to pick it out for." And out of the bag he pulled a white, very sparkly dress. He handed it over to Lauren,
She held it up to get a look. It was a very tight dress. It had openings above and below where her breasts would go. The openings looked like circle cut outs. The back of the dress had a similar cut out that extended almost the whole length of the back. The dress went down to around her knees and had a slit running up the left side that went almost all the way to her hip.
"Somewhere there should be some stockings and shoes to go with it," David said, almost blushing.
"I like it." Lauren said as she watched the bulge in David's pants. "When do we start?"
"Uh...what do you mean start? I have to go to work in a couple of hours." David stammered.
"I want to turn you on even more than you are right now. I want you to do to me what makes your pants go crazy, the full treatment, leave nothing out. And then I'm going to show you one hell of a night."
"Um..."
"I can tell you're not thinking straight. Follow me."
Lauren walked right into the kitchen and opened up the fridge, luckily she found what she was looking for in the door. She quickly took off her shirt and bra, exposing her breasts to David. She then grabbed the bottle of chocolate syrup and squirted some onto her breasts, then spread the chocolate around with her fingers. "You better come and get this while you can." She said, looking right into David's eyes.
David quickly buried his face into Lauren's chocolate covered breasts, doing his best to suck them clean. Lauren moaned as it felt so good. Then she pushed him away. "You need to drop those pants. I need to see that big hard dick of yours."
He quickly unbuttoned his jeans pulling both his jeans and his boxers to the floor. Lauren dropped to her knees and grabbed a hold of his dick with her chocolate coated hands, covering it with the same chocolate her breasts were soaked with. She then ran her tongue over it, stopping when she felt him react to its placement, before she finally just put it all in her mouth, sucking on it until he gave her his full load.
She leaned her head back, face smeared with chocolate syrup, and swallowed, making sure he saw it happen. "Can you focus now? When can I turn you on?"
"Are you off this Thursday again?"
"No, but I'm off Saturday."
"Ok, that gives me some time to prep. I haven't done that in a while. Are you sure you want to do this?"
"Did you not see what I just did? I want to do everything you like. Even if I get messed up all day."
"Ok, it's a date."