Maggie was not very tall, which was ideal for resting both of her breasts on the table, but she had one hand on my thigh. “I think we could use a pitcher.” I answered with a voice that wasn’t my own.
“I’ll get you a pitcher and a picture,” she said with a squeeze, and a big smile. She turned and wiggled away.
“You know Scott, she teases everyone, which is why the owner likes to have her waiting on tables. Being an exotic dancer leaves her very comfortable with her body. However, she really likes it when you come in here. I’m sure you’ve noticed that. What’s up that you can talk about?”
I watched as Maggie headed our way with a pitcher and two frozen mugs in one hand and coasters in the other. She threw the coasters from about four feet away and one slid in front of Mike and the other slid off the table into my lap.
She placed the pitcher and one mug on the table and coaster, and then started to reach for the other coaster. “I guess I’m losing my touch, I can usually hit the table from six feet away.”
Mike and I knew her ability with the coasters, and it wasn’t an accident it was sitting in my lap. I picked the coaster up quickly and placed it on the table.
“Scott, you seem a little jumpy today.” She put the remaining mug on the coaster and filled each mug. She reached around her back and placed something on my thigh. “That will give you a little preview of my routine, and I’m sure something to get you up and going in the morning.” She winked.
I looked, and it was a picture of her doing a routine. I turned red, but didn’t know if the picture was upside down or not. I didn’t know what to say.
“Thanks for the compliment Scott. Keep that to yourself…okay?”
I put the picture in my shirt pocket. Then looked over at Mike and he was almost choking on his beer.
When Maggie left and I had downed half my glass of beer and felt I could talk in my own voice I said, “I do have something to talk to you about.”
“Let’s have it.”
*.*.*
“I have a problem.”
“Just one?”
“Funny man.” I looked to make sure Maggie wasn’t going to disturb us, or more exactly – me. “It involves Mercedes’ father, Stephen.”
“I take it it’s not related to the real estate project you’re working on for him?”
“I wish it was. No, this is much more serious, and you’re the only one I think I can share enough of what’s going on to guide me.”
“How can I help?”
“Stephen has asked me to do a private investigation for him, but Mercedes is asking me to stay away from any future investigations. She doesn’t know anything about her father asking for my help. She’s concerned I almost bit off more than I could chew—“
“Did you call me Scott?” Maggie asked from behind me.
“As a matter of fact, would you please bring us another pitcher.”
“Oh, just a pitcher…I thought you wanted…never mind, I’ll bring you another. Gentlemen, need anything to eat?” She said it with a deliberate straight face.
“Mike, do you want some rings?” I asked.
“Sure, that sounds fine.”
Maggie tugged up on the top of her outfit. “I’ll be right back boys.”
“Phew, where was I?”
“You were explaining your problem involving Stephen and Mercedes.”
“Right. Mike, I need your advice as to what to do. I want to help Stephen with his investigation, but I also don’t want to ruin my relationship with Mercedes.”
“Is there any danger connected with the investigation?”
“There could be. Someone is blackmailing him and he wants me to find out who it is.”
He studied me for a moment, and then responded, “Scott, I would say this could indeed be dangerous.”
“Are you guys talking about me again?” Maggie asked as she came up from behind me.
“No we weren’t…talking about you. You’re not dangerous.” I answered, and then immediately regretted the words.
“Well Scott, you might say that now, but if you saw me dance you might have another opinion. I’ll let you think about that, and get your onion rings, which should be hot and ready by now.” She said that in a normal voice, but then came over and leaned against me, and whispered in my ear, “Scott, I caught that no good husband of mine with one of the other dancers. We’re now separated and soon to be divorced. Please come see me dance. Will you do that for me?”
I looked at her and she looked like her emotions were starting to show, her eyes sparkling. “I will seriously give that some thought.”
She smiled and winked, and tugged at the top of her outfit and wiggled away.
“What may I ask was that all about?”
I took a deep breath before I answered. “She’s almost single again and really wants me to see her dance.”
“She’s right Scott. Seeing her dance sounds more dangerous than the investigation, especially if Mercedes finds out about it.”
“Mike you never answered me about the investigation. What do you think?”
“I think you should do as Mercedes asked and let our office do the investigation for Stephen.”
Maggie arrived with the rings and another round. “I thought Scott could use another beer, so I brought both of you another.” She reached between her breasts and pulled out what looked like another picture. She put it in my white shirt pocket and tapped on the pocket. “Just something for…later.” She smiled and spun away.
I didn’t dare look at what she gave me. However, I could smell the fragrance emanating from my pocket.
Mike watched the exchange and then asked, “Would you like to explain to Stephen why you can’t do the investigation, and then mention our alternative? Do you really want to risk your relationship with Mercedes? If you want my opinion, don’t get yourself involved. You can’t afford to lose her, or worse, your life.”
“So Scott, what will it be?”
Chapter 5
Dr. Adler looked at her baby picture which was now wrinkled from his handling. His life changed the day she entered his world. That was well over twenty years ago. She was covered in hair, which they thought she would have to live with all her life.
At the time she came to stay at the hospital, the disease called Ambras Syndrome was not well known. Her condition was later diagnosed as Circumscribed Hypertrichosis. However, when she reached puberty the hair regressed.
He spent years with her trying to deal with her emotional instability and lack of self-esteem. He used post-hypnotic suggestions to give her a better feeling about herself.
Despite her current beauty, he still needs to work with her so that when she looks in the mirror, she sees how beautiful she really is. All she sees is how she looked as a hairy monster. Despite all of his recent attempts, she has confessed that when she looks in the mirror, all she sees is the image of her earlier disfigurement.
He pulled one of the more recent photos of her. All of the lanugo hair has long since disappeared. Her body is the color of fine porcelain. Her hair is a bright red and has only been slightly trimmed since birth. He liked to see her hair partially covering her naked breasts, the long strands reaching almost to her navel. The triangle patch of hair where her thighs meet is a much lighter color and soft to his touch.
He has many Polaroid pictures of her naked body. When she’s not actually with him, the pictures help him fulfill his other fantasies.
He still finds it amazing that she has never felt ashamed of what they do while she is under his hypnotic spell. For many years he has been her lover. He has contemplated sharing with her what they do together, but fears it would end his ability to continue. He can’t tell a soul what he does with her, as it would mean he would be relieved of his managing the care facility and could also get him disbarred, and possibly arrested. He thinks often about the day he will share what they have been doing all these years. However, he’s concerned his reward of her beauty and her body is too much to
risk telling her.
He can’t tell her about how he has fallen in love with her, and he certainly needs to maintain the ultimate of discretion from the other caregivers at the institution. All they know is that for years he signs her out of the facility to his home to help her transition to the outside world. His fabricated reports talk about her progress toward that end.
*.*.*
They spent hours in this secret room in his basement. During the day, light would filter in from the two windows high on the basement wall. At night, light from the small lamp on the nightstand would cast a soft glow on her body. When he planned this room he purposely located it at the back of the house, making sure it was away from any people passing by on the sidewalk.
Now, the cool air of the room was sensual against his naked body. He stood against the foot of the bed, closed his eyes and pictured her once again naked on the sheet covered bed. Her ankles restrained by the ropes at each corner. Her wrists slipped into the other ropes at each bedpost. She could normally remove her wrists anytime she felt the need. She never did, but this time he made sure she couldn’t. The white of her body against the black sheets was an erotic sight.
He could hear his rushed breathing and his heart pounding. Despite all the things he normally does with her, now he was doing the things he really wanted to do. He imagined her shock of what he was doing and her predicament registering in her wide eyes—this time she was trapped.
In spite of how much talent she had learned in the fine art of lovemaking—it wasn’t enough to satisfy his cravings. He was going to make her pay for what she had created. He had always made sure he didn’t leave any scars on her body, but this time he didn’t care.
She had always been a willing student, but this time she was crying out for a different reason.
*.*.*
Minutes later he opened his eyes and realized what he had done. In spite of all of his medical training and credentials he couldn’t control his behavior. In just a matter of hours he would have the real thing for three whole days and nights.
Why couldn’t he wait? Will this be the weekend he fulfills his most wicked desires, or will he be content for the fire inside her body? Why is that not enough?
Right now he had to control himself. He had trained her well, but he had created a monster within himself. He wasn’t proud of his behavior, but he had gone too far and was lost forever. His guidance had succeeded in creating a girl, no a woman, capable of satisfying both their needs.
He knew deep inside him it was getting harder and harder not to fulfill his deepest fantasies whether she was willing or not.
Chapter 6
His good fortune was when he was able to copy and read Doctor Adler’s files on the beautiful patient in room four.
He learned enough to be dangerous, but most importantly he learned enough to get rich.
He made more money in the last few weeks than he made all last year. Tonight he was going to add more to his bank account.
However, despite his ability to manage to pull off the extortion of Stephen Strong, which had no end in sight, his real interest was in the beautiful redheaded patient named Alexis. He also learned the good doctor was aiding her in adjusting to the real world for her future release. I bet!
His gut told him that more was going on than what was in the file. She’s much too beautiful to ignore, and he was sure that the doctor was engaging in other activities while she was in his personal care. His plan was to find out what was really going on at the good doctor’s house.
The doctor also made another mistake. He gave him a key to his house to get some files he had left behind, which he needed for a meeting. He pulled the key copy he had made and looked at it. Chris you are a smart lad indeed.
Recently Alexis has been giving him signs she wants more than a nightly bed check. He’s even managed to check her out while she takes her shower. Although she has a private room, he has pass keys to all the patient rooms. His nightly visits have gone on for weeks. He’s the only caregiver on duty at night so his only fear is that she will see him.
If I were the doctor, I know what I would be doing with her. Right now she’s third on the list. The money collection is first, a visit to the doctor’s house second and just maybe more details of Alexis will surface.
He is still trying to put all of the pieces together, but the most important thing is that he knows Stephen Strong is a rich real estate developer, and is quite content, it seems, to keep giving him money. Maybe it would be best to see if he can afford ten thousand dollars. If Stephen cuts off his willingness to fork over the money some time down the line, at least his bank account will be much larger.
He was working a different shift this weekend. Today he was working noon to 9 pm. While he sat at the duty desk waiting for the doctor to sign Alexis out until Sunday night, he remembered his visit to her room last night.
The shower in her room is located to the left as you enter her room. With her bedroom door shut to the hall, she doesn’t need to shut the door to her bathroom. She should, but she doesn’t. She leaves it slightly open. Was she doing that for him?
Last night her shower routine was very different. He closed his eyes and recalled what he observed.
When he first saw her she had already washed her hair and was rinsing the soap from it. She had her long red hair in both hands and was pulling her hands along the strands under the spray. Even her naked back was sensual. Her hips flared presenting the best ass he’s ever seen. He could only see the side of one ivory breast.
She finished rinsing her hair and soaped a face cloth and turned her back to the spray. Her long red hair reached almost to her navel, only covering one of her breasts. She closed her eyes and soaped her face, and then her arms. She was obviously in no rush to leave the comfort of the warm water.
He had committed her routine to memory. He was almost as excited as he was last night watching her display. She put her head back and rinsed her hair, the water washing over her face. Her routine was slow and was almost for his benefit. The amazing thing was that she had her eyes closed, almost like she was letting a lover wash her body. It was an incredible memory.
He looked around now to make sure he was still alone at the duty desk with no one watching him.
He closed his eyes again and picked up where he left off. She wasn’t in a rush to finish and he had the feeling that she knew he was there and was providing a show for him. At one point she even paused and looked toward the slightly open bathroom door. If she saw what he was doing it didn’t register as she resumed her washing. Within a short period of time it wasn’t just a shower any longer.
When they were both done he thought he saw a hint of a slight smile.
“Chris, are you okay?” a deep voice asked.
He opened his eyes and the doctor was standing in front of his desk with Alexis slightly behind him.
“I’m sorry doctor. I didn’t hear you approach.”
“I’m leaving now with Ms. Strong. I need to sign her out.”
“Right,” he replied. However, the doctor just stood there looking at him.
“Oh, I’m sorry.” He opened the ‘sign out register’ and turned it towards doctor Adler.
“One other thing Chris. I forgot to lock my office door. Would you keep Ms. Strong company for a minute while I go lock it? Please help her with her coat too. Thanks.”
“Sure no problem.” He felt uncomfortable coming around the desk to be that close to her. He smelled her fragrance as he held the coat for her arms. She put her long hair over the back of her coat and turned quickly.
She looked right into his eyes like she was searching his brain. Then she looked down to his pants. “I see you are as excited as you were last night. Thank you for my coat and for your visit last night.” She looked over in the direction of the doctor’s office. “Now unless you want to lose your job, you will keep your visits between us, and you will do as I say next time.”
He didn’t say a word. He was still tryin
g to process what he just heard.
“Are we all set here?” Doctor Adler asked.
“Yes doctor. Chris is an excellent caregiver. We’re all set now.”
“We’ll return Sunday evening. See you then?” Doctor Adler said and grabbed Alexis’ arm and guided her away.
“Have a nice holiday weekend Chris, and I’ll see you Sunday night too,” Alexis said, looking over her shoulder and winking at him.
“Enjoy the holiday weekend both of you.” He watched them leave through the front door. Now, who is blackmailing whom?
Chapter 7
She couldn’t hold back the smile. The look on Chris’ face was priceless. He had no idea she knew he was there last night. Now she has power over him. He’s not bad looking and has some other special gifts. However, Sunday is a long way off.
She felt the pressure of Dr. Adler’s hand on her arm guiding her down the walk. She learned that he was twice her age. He was never married and lives alone in a very large home. She’s learned the routine well.
He signs her out for whatever time he has available. They go to his house mostly, but every once in a while he takes her out to a nice restaurant. The last time was very nice as it was a seaside restaurant. They sat outside and watched the activity in the small harbor.
She stopped and looked back at the care facility. The bright-spot lights lit up both the sign in the front yard and the house itself. She thought of it as a house, since it’s been her home for all of her life. ‘Lighthouse Manor’ still has a nice ring. ‘We care when you need us to’ was printed below the name. The white columns on either side of the front porch gave the Georgian colonial an impressive and inviting entry.
“Alexis, what are you looking at?” Doctor Adler asked.
“I’ve spent so many years looking at the inside of this home; I just wanted to commit the outside to memory.”
They silently stood on the brick walk looking at the building. Alexis knew the inside like the back of her hand. There were ten patient rooms; four on the first floor and six upstairs. Off the front entry was a nurses’ station which was open to the main entry hall that had double doors to the main living area and dining room beyond.
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