“You sure we should?” asked Wendy.
“Yeah, she’ll be fine. We have to give them a little time. I don’t want to stand around in the hall while they’re playing their games.”
The women left. Suzanne went in and nodded at the two men then disappeared into the spare room.
Carol came home ten minutes later. The two men heard the key in the lock. She came in with a small sack and pretended not to be nervous but her heart was pounding.
Dirk was standing in her kitchen, a cruel smile on his lips. Carol sucked in her breath, suddenly afraid.
“Hello, my little slave.”
Sam stepped forward out of the shadows, took the sack from her and placed it on the counter. Dirk grabbed her upper body and snarled, “You’ve been very bad! You need to be punished!”
Despite her friends’ assurance, Carol felt almost out of control with fear. “No!”
“Grab her feet!” he ordered Sam.
“Wait!” He ran to the bag and looked in.
“What are you doing?”
He pulled out a quart of milk. “Don’t want this to spoil.” He put it in the refrigerator.
He returned and picked up her feet as she struggled. They carried her into the bedroom and threw her on the bed.
“You’re ours now, slave,” Dirk said in his tough-guy demeanor. “You need to learn the rules.”
“Yeah, babe,” Sam put in. Dirk gave him a funny look.
They jumped on both sides of her and Dirk began unbuttoning her blouse, careful not to rip it while at the same time trying to appear menacing. For Carol, the experience had an otherworldly impact on her. Her fears began to evaporate. These men were clearly acting—not at all like the men in her dreams. Those men were deadly serious. These men were…clowns.
Stop, she thought. Give it a chance.
They managed to get her blouse off and began working on her skirt. Sam had some trouble with the zipper and finally had to ask Carol to get it started for him. She then lay back and tried to rekindle the feeling of helplessness she needed for her fantasy to be fulfilled.
The men got her stockings off—no snags or rips!—and Sam carefully folded each one, placing them on the nightstand. Soon they had her naked on the bed. She just lay there limply.
“Aren’t you supposed to fight or something?”
“Yeah,” Sam said.
“Oh sorry.” She tried to sit up and Dirk pushed her back down. That sent a little shiver of fear through her. It was strangely delightful. He turned her over, exposing her ass.
He slapped her cute round ass and she jerked. Her mouth came open. Yes, she thought. Oh god, yes.
Dirk spanked her again. The blows weren’t hard and she wanted—no, needed—them to be. She wanted to be really punished. For what, she didn’t know. It was difficult to get into her role—these men were about as far from the men in her dreams as one could get.
Dirk stopped after a few swats. He climbed up over her and unbuckled his pants. She saw his cock spring out and gave a little scream but not out of fear—he was rushing things. He slapped her face as if he were patting her with powder, using just the tips of his fingers. It wasn’t Dom-like at all.
“Shut up, slut!” It sounded as if he were reading from a bad script.
He steered his hard cock toward her and she screamed, “Condoms!”
“Oh sorry,” he said, and grabbed one off the nightstand.
As he was trying to fit the condom over his erect cock, Carol couldn’t help herself. She began to laugh and rolled to her side, covering her face with her hands.
“Hey!” Sam said. “That’s not nice!”
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” She rolled back. “Okay, where were we?”
Dirk’s cock deflated and he tried to coax it back upright with his fingers to no avail. He snapped off the condom and turned to Sam. “Help me out here, wouldja?”
Sam leaned over and began sucking on Dirk’s limp cock. Carol scooted up against the headboard and grabbed the sheet to cover her. “You guys are gay?”
Dirk looked up, surprised and a little hurt. “Does it really matter?”
Sam pulled away. “You don’t have some sort of prejudice here, do you?”
“No, no! It’s just that…” She began to laugh again.
“Hey, now you’re hurting my feelings,” Dirk said.
“I’m sorry! But I just never expected Suzanne would hire gay dominants for me!” Her laughter burst out.
“For the record, I’m bisexual. Sam is gay.”
She turned to Sam. “And were you going to have sex with me too?”
“Well, I figured Dirk would handle that,” Sam said. “I saw myself in more of a supporting role.”
“Suzanne!” she bellowed, her sides hurting from the hilarity of the situation.
Suzanne burst into the room. “What? What’s wrong?”
She saw Carol, naked and giggling, holding the sheet up to cover her body. The two men squatted next to her on the bed with perplexed expressions on their faces. Dirk had tucked his cock back into his pants.
“What the hell is going on here?”
“You hired gay dominants,” she cackled.
“Oh god,” Suzanne said.
“They were so polite! He put away the milk! I thought they’d iron my clothes as they removed them.”
“I’m bisexual,” Dirk repeated. “I can play this part.”
“No, no. You’re a fine actor,” Carol said. “But it’s just not right, you understand? It’s all too fake.”
The men climbed off the bed and faced Suzanne. “What now? Do we get our money or not?”
“Clearly this isn’t working out. Let’s say fifty bucks apiece for your trouble.”
“Yeah, we’re going to go in another direction,” cracked Carol, still holding herself. “We’re looking for sort of a Brad Pitt meets Christopher Walken.” She buried her face in the pillow. Suzanne could see her sides moving with mirth.
The men accepted their pay and left. Diane and Wendy came by a few minutes later and rang the buzzer. Suzanne let them in while Carol dressed, still chuckling and shaking her head.
“Gay dominants?” Wendy said incredulously when Suzanne explained what had happened.
“What were we thinking?” Diane said. “I never thought to ask them.”
“Well, duh. I hear there are a few gays in the theater,” Wendy said, starting to laugh.
“Hey, this isn’t funny!” Suzanne snapped. “We still have Carol’s problem to figure out or none of us will be getting rid of this curse.”
That put a damper on Wendy’s giggles. She sobered and realized how much trouble they were really in. During their coffee, Diane had confessed that the urge to have sex in public was growing again. Wendy had nodded in understanding—her need to find another trick was building within her as well.
“You mean we have to do this all over again—this time with straight actors?” Diane asked.
“I don’t know. I guess we do—we don’t really have a choice, do we?” Suzanne began, but was interrupted by Carol’s appearance. She was fully dressed now.
“What don’t we have a choice about?” she asked.
“About how to get your fantasy fulfilled without any risk,” Diane said.
“Yeah, well, about that. I realized something when I was in there. It won’t work.”
“What? Of course it will, if we hire the right guys—”
“No, you don’t understand. The feeling wasn’t there.” She turned to Wendy. “Remember how you told us you felt numb when you tried to, uh, masturbate your itch away? And, you, Diane, couldn’t really climax until that woman saw you with the shopkeeper? Well, that’s how I felt. I knew deep down that it was all an act. So the leprechaun wasn’t satisfied.”
“Shit,” Diane said.
“But it’s too dangerous…” Suzanne began.
“I know! But it can’t be helped. It has to be real.”
“No way,” Diane said. “We’re not going to risk you.�
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“What choice do we have? You heard O’Grady. We have to go back as a unit, all having satisfied our fantasies at least once. You all have done it, only I remain. And I have to do it soon.”
“All right, give me a minute to figure something out,” Suzanne said.
“No,” Carol told her. “You three go back to work. I’ll take care of this.”
“How?”
“Leave that to me.”
“No way! You could get hurt!”
“It’s a risk I’ll have to take. Besides, look at the risks you’re all taking! Wendy went to a neighbor’s for sex, Diane fucked a man in a public shop and Suzanne, you’ve had countless one-night stands. It’s all risky behavior.”
“What will you do?” Suzanne pressed.
“I have a plan. You’ll have to trust me.”
“Is it a safe plan?” Suzanne asked.
“I think so, yes.”
“But you won’t tell us about it?”
“No. I really feel I have to handle this on my own, just as you did.”
A silence fell as all four women were momentarily lost in thought.
“When would you be, uh, done?” Diane asked.
“I don’t know. It could be as late as tomorrow morning sometime.”
“Oh no, another night?” wailed Wendy. She began thinking about Bob again.
“Yeah, I may have to flash someone,” Diane added, trying to make a joke out of it, although she wasn’t joking.
“Stop it! There’s nothing to be done about it,” Suzanne snapped. But already she felt the urge growing. She knew by late afternoon the desire to pick up a stranger would be overpowering.
“Easy for you to say,” Wendy muttered.
“Come on, let’s not fight among ourselves,” Carol said. “We’re all in this together.”
“All right. I’ll call O’Grady and set up something for tomorrow morning,” Diane said.
They hugged and the three other women left. When Carol was alone, she immediately called work and told them she wouldn’t be returning. Then she headed for her computer.
Chapter Eleven
Diane thwarted
Diane returned to work and tried to concentrate on her reports. The fact she wasn’t wearing panties again made her mind wander. Her pussy was wet and needy, framed by her garter belt and stockings. Just a public quickie would satisfy her, she knew, but how to do it? She wondered if she could find someone to sneak out with for a few minutes. Just up against the wall of an alley—one, two, three and she would be fine. But who could she ask in the office? The gossip would ruin her, not to mention she’d suddenly have a moony-eyed boyfriend she didn’t need.
She realized that last part wasn’t really true. She wouldn’t mind having a boyfriend who loved risky sex, but she didn’t want to start picking up random guys for it. Leave that to Suzanne, she thought. Dammit, I picked a fine time to be between boyfriends!
She gritted her teeth and tried to concentrate. She was startled when her intercom buzzed.
“Yes?”
“Diane? This is Paul Dartling. Have I caught you at a bad time?”
Her hand immediately went underneath her skirt and pressed against her damp clit. “Uh, no, not at all.”
“I, uh, was wondering if we could discuss the presentation you gave the other day. I have some follow-up ideas I’d like to run by you.”
The CEO wanted her input? For a moment she forgot about her need. “Oh sure, Mr. Dartling! When would you like to do this?”
“Well, how about right now?”
Diane checked her watch. It was one-thirty. Her next meeting wasn’t until three. “Sure, I’ll, uh, be right up.”
She stopped at the restroom and dried herself as best she could. She didn’t want to come into his office smelling like a woman in heat! Then she washed her hands, fixed her makeup and took the elevator upstairs.
Dartling’s secretary greeted her and sent her right in. She smoothed her skirt and put on a happy face then opened the door and walked in. The CEO’s office was immense with large picture windows covering two walls that looked out over the city. He was seated behind his massive desk but he came right around to greet her, shaking her hand warmly and putting his other hand on top of it. It all seemed so innocent until she happened to glance down and see the bulge growing in his pants.
Oh so it’s like that, huh? She wondered if she dared to have sex with the CEO. Almost immediately, she realized that wouldn’t be enough. Did she dare to have sex with the CEO in public?
“Please sit down.” He gestured to the couch.
She sat. He sat in a chair opposite, adjusting his pants as he did. “Can I get you anything?”
“No, I’m fine.” She could hardly keep her eyes away from his cock. She glanced up at the huge windows and pictured herself naked, spread-eagle, against it while he fucked her from behind. The office workers across the street would have a magnificent view.
“…all right?”
“Huh?” She shook herself. “I’m sorry?”
“You seem distracted. Are you all right?”
“Oh yes, sure. I’m fine.” She could feel the blush spreading up from her chest to her face. Her pussy wept with need.
“Let me get you a sip of brandy. You really don’t look well.” He stood and she could tell his erection had grown. It threatened to burst out of his pants. She stood and went to him, unable to control herself.
He paused, not sure what she wanted. She didn’t know how to take the next step either. They stared at each other for a long moment, lust evident in their eyes, then she reached out and touched the outline of his cock in his pants.
He grabbed her and crushed her in his arms. She swooned, knowing this was wrong but not caring. His lips found hers and she returned his kisses. She felt his hand on her breasts and ached for him to expose her.
He began fumbling with the buttons. “I’ve wanted you for a long time,” he gasped.
The heat she felt began to ebb and she knew what she needed. “Please,” she whispered, “let’s get closer to the window.”
“What?” He pulled back and looked at her face.
Her blouse was half-opened. She thrust her chin at the windows. “It’s always been my secret fantasy to make love in a high-rise building near the windows,” she said. It was mostly true. But she didn’t want to be near the window, she wanted to be up against it, naked and on display.
He smiled and nodded. “Okay, but we have to be discreet.”
Nooo! she thought, but said nothing. They moved near the window but not close enough for her. He unbuttoned the last buttons and murmured, “This is against all company rules, you understand. We can’t tell anyone.”
He kissed the top of her breasts and Diane felt the heat rise in her. Encouraged, he slipped her blouse from her shoulders and continued kissing her shoulder, neck and the upper curve of her breasts. She reached back and unsnapped her bra, shrugging it off.
“Come, let’s go back to the couch,” he said, trying to move her.
“No!” She realized how that must sound. “I mean I like it here by the window. Don’t you ever have a fantasy about having sex…when someone is watching?”
His gaze told her he didn’t. Sex to him was a private affair, especially when it involves coworkers, she realized. She felt this opportunity was slipping through her fingers.
She stepped back and walked around him toward the large window facing the office building across the street. She unzipped her skirt as she went and allowed it to puddle down as she stepped out of it. Behind her, she could hear Paul gasp when he saw she was naked except for garter belt and stockings. She walked right up to the window, giving the workers across the street a good show then turned to face the CEO.
“If you want me, you’re going to have to fuck me right here,” she said. “From behind while I face the other building.”
He seemed torn. His erection was massive but his conscience clearly bothered him. “What…what’s up with y
ou, anyway? Are you some kind of exhibitionist?”
“Yes, that’s exactly what I am.” She could feel the power of the leprechaun coursing through her and knew being on display like this was pleasing the little statue—but it wasn’t enough. He wanted her to have sex as well.
She leaned back against the window and spread her legs. Reaching down, she began to rub her clit in circular motions and crooked the finger of her other hand. “If you want me, come and get me.”
He came toward her and she thought she had him. She could almost hear the leprechaun laugh. On the way, he stooped down to pick up her bra, blouse and then skirt. He handed them to her and said, “Get dressed and get out. I’m not going to lose my job over a cheap tart like you. I really thought you had more class.”
A wave of disappointment rocked her. “No!” she gasped.
“Get out or I’ll have a security guard escort you out,” he said, moving toward his desk.
Defeated, she put on her clothes and headed toward the door.
“Oh and Ms. Lesher?”
She turned, her body shaking with shame and disappointment.
“If I were you, I’d start looking for another job.”
Her mouth dropped open. “You can’t fire me!”
“I’m not firing you. But from now on, your opportunities are limited in my company. I won’t have blatant exhibitionists working here, trying to ruin our reputation.”
“You were willing to have sex with me in private but not in public, is that it?”
“I was willing to have sex with you before I realized what a nutjob you were,” he said. “And if you are thinking about filing some sort of sexual harassment claim, I wouldn’t. You won’t be believed. Now get out.”
She was in tears as she fled the office.
Chapter Twelve
Wendy feeds the beast
Wendy knew the urge would build in her all day and night until she couldn’t stand it. To head off the inevitable, she decided to follow through with her plan to visit escort services. She called in sick the rest of the day then went to her closet. She found a longer miniskirt this time—no point in making it too obvious—and a blouse that was a bit tight. Underneath she wore her best lacy underwear.
She took a cab down to the area just south of Times Square where many of the services were based. The first three places rejected her outright, saying they didn’t need anyone. Wendy suspected they thought she might be an undercover cop. But on the fourth stop, she got lucky. A Vietnamese woman who was shorter than Wendy ran the place. They met in her cramped office. She looked at Wendy a long time before she responded to her inquiry.
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