Although her act of masturbation was natural, some of the thoughts she had were decidedly abnormal. Obviously, she was far more suggestible than she initially believed. She guessed most people were. People never thought advertisements affected their decisions, but if they heard a product name enough times, that’s the one they automatically gravitated toward in the store.
Later in the afternoon, on her way to the Center, Jackie kept thinking about the peeper incident. She should not be the one feeling ashamed. The peeper should feel ashamed! She hadn’t broken the law, they had.
In the outer lot at the Center she looked coldly at the blankly smiling mother and daughter, Monica and Kira. She couldn’t tell by looking at them if one of them was behind the peeping incident, though Jackie still clung to her suspicions. The graphic photo of Monica popped into her mind, and a heavy pulse of arousal vibrated deep in her pussy. Simultaneously staring at the real woman while picturing the events in the photo seemed wicked. Ridiculous that she should feel such arousal. She was no lesbian! But she couldn’t stop herself from imagining the welts on Monica’s pale skin, the clothespin clamped on her furry red pussy, and the thick silver rings hanging heavy from her pink nipples. Jackie reassured herself that her interest was purely aesthetic or stemmed from fascination with the forbidden.
Neither Monica nor Kira knocked on her window this time. They seemed awfully pleased to see he, though. Extremely pleased. Suspiciously pleased. Had one of them watched her last night? If they had, did Jones now know? The idea of Jones’ smug triumph made her want to shrink until she was invisible and remain that way forever. She called on all of her courage, knowing facing Jones’ unwavering eyes and his personal knowledge of her would take all of her reserves.
The same guards, Hotchkiss and that stooge Wilrey, sat behind the expansive metal desk in Building C. She noted with relief they switched chairs today, so there was no need for her to ask Hotchkiss to watch over her this time. The guys weren’t sweaty today, but they seemed tired, and probably not from hard work. They were probably tired from laziness.
As she approached Jones’ suite she realized she didn’t fear for her physical safety. Perhaps she was naive, but she believed him honest when he told her he wouldn’t touch her until she asked for it. Since she’d never ask, she was safe. He’d also said he wouldn’t try anything until she made him a free man. Jackie was pretty sure that would never happen either, so she was doubly safe.
She knocked on the suite door, and Hotchkiss buzzed her in. Jones sat at the small table on a chair facing the door, the same one she’d left him in the day before while backing out of the room. For a moment the surreal feeling he’d remained sitting there waiting for her to return for the past twenty-two hours assaulted her. Realizing he wore a different shirt quickly dispelled that feeling. The Center gave residents a dress code of sorts, by only allowing pyjama-style pants and tunics. The males could choose between green or blue, the females pink and yellow. Yesterday Jones wore blue. Today he wore green.
Jackie sat across from him.
“Hello, Mr. Jones, how are you today? “
“I’m fine. “
“Good! Here is what I have planned for us today. I’m going to ask you questions about your time at the Center, the people here, your daily activities. I also want to learn about your future goals. Finally, I’ll show you various pictures and ask for your reactions. All this will help me to get to know you better. “
“You don’t need to get to know me as much as you need to get to know yourself, Jackie Rose. “
“Mr. Jones, I want to help you, but when you address me inappropriately, you simply add obstacles in the path to your release from Goethner-Varner. Yesterday we discussed treating each other with respect and courtesy. Please remember to call me Dr. Thorpe. We’ll both feel better. “
“What is freedom if I must stifle my own free will in order to achieve it? “
“I’m your best chance for a quick release. If you refuse to treat me with respect why shouldn’t I just walk out? Just leave? “
“Leave then. “
“What? “
“I said:Leave then. You offered the carrot and the stick, a possible reward and a possible negative consequence. I am not a donkey who will perpetually attempt to obtain the unobtainable carrot, nor do I reward negatives such as threats to ‘walk out’. “
“Don’t you want your freedom? “
“You cannot offer or deny my freedom. My freedom is already achieved though it has not yet come to fruition. If I allow you to stay you will give me my freedom. If you leave you will be replaced and, whoever your replacement is, she will then give me the freedom I require. “
Jackie realized he was serious. Patients had some control over their visitors, and he could refuse to see her. Robert would then be forced to replace her.
“Are you asking me to promise you your freedom? I can’t and won’t. “
“No, Jackie Rose, I want you to give me my freedom of your own free will, because you see it is the right thing. That’s why, no matter how much you beg me for sex, I must deny you until I am free. “
Jackie snorted, angry now, “Mr. Jones, believe me I want our interaction to remain completely professional. I don’t understand why you persist in being so contrary and difficult. “
“I am the way I am meant to be. You are not. That is the source of the difficulty. I am meant to be in charge, you are meant to take direction. Resisting this is going against Mother Nature. You are living encased in an unhealthy illusion. “
“Mother Nature? I would have thought you would think of nature as Father Nature. “
“Of course I don’t. Think about it. Don’t we take what we need from nature? We plough her fields, plant our seeds, hunt our prey, take advantage of all the fruits she has on offer. “
“Mr. Jones, don’t let your unhealthy outlook fool you into believing others are here to serve you, simply exist for your personal use, and are somehow less important than yourself. “
Jones was silent, pursing his lips in probable irritation. She waited. Let him think on her words, maybe some truth would sink through his shaved skull. After a few minutes of silence she decided it was time to try again. She could barely stand his cold cracked alien eyes staring at her.
“Look, I think you’re being difficult because you fear my reaction to your highly personal thoughts, especially your sexual perspective. I know your ideas are unusual. I won’t reject you for that. Different people have widely varying fantasies. Look at foot fetishes for instance. Perhaps it’s a rare predilection, but most people with foot fetishes function quite happily in society. However odd your thoughts or urges, as long as you aren’t a physical threat to yourself or others, I won’t condemn you. As far as I know, you’ve made no attempt to hurt yourself or anyone else. We’ve been alone twice now and you’ve done me no harm. Just share and let’s see how it all works out. You have nothing to lose. ‘
Jones gave a slight smile, amused, “Nice speech, Jackie Rose. Again, you make assumptions. I have zero fear of you rejecting me as I don’t care what anyone thinks of me. My opinion is what matters to me. In my opinion talking with you at this point is a waste of time. Sharing my “perspective” with you would be like sharing my thoughts with a foreigner who has no understanding of my language or trying to explain emotions to a robot. I cannot help you at this point. Leave and do not return until you can understand my language. You have my file, you said. There you will find my language. Return when you know how to speak it. You don’t have to be fluent, just able to understand it. Leave now. “
Panic struck Jackie’s solar plexus. Jones talked circles around her and had called her bluff by telling her to leave. Bizarrely, she realized she needed him more than he needed her even though he was the one locked up in the Center. Through him she could earn a great career, a solid reputation, a book deal, and ev
en talk show appearances. She actually had nothing to offer him. He seemed to know, perhaps instinctively, that she did not plan to seriously consider his release. Although incarcerated, he still held the winning hand and knew it. She hated this helpless overwhelmed feeling.
She decided to throw him a bone, “Look, fine, I’ll respect your preference. Call me Jackie Rose if you want. “
He grinned savagely, “I know and I will. Leave now. “
She started to say something then realized trying further was futile. Jones’ eyes showed an iron will. She stood up.
“Think on what I said, Mr. Jones. I’ll be back tomorrow. “
“No. Come back in six days. If you are a good student, that should be plenty of time for you to learn my language. Every course has tests to pass before graduation. When you return I will ask you three questions and you must answer all three correctly or I will send you away. Also, you must show me one proof you understand my language. Finally, you will bring me one personalized gift. It must please me, or I will send you away. “
Jackie stood still, her mind racing for a solution, trapped in a maze.
“That is all, Jackie Rose. Good day. “
Jones stood up as if to see her out. He was naked from the waist down. Her eyes automatically targeted his semi-erect penis. It was wet, covered in a sheen that looked like vaginal secretions but must have been spit or butter from his lunch. Somehow, his nudity didn’t shock Jackie. It was as if she’d known all along he was naked under that table top.
Jones watched her, drinking in her reaction, “You see, Jackie Rose, I don’t try to hide anything from you. I don’t try to conceal, I reveal. “
Jackie grabbed her unopened briefcase and left making sure the door electronically clicked shut behind her. She jogged down the hallway and past the guards’ desk. She made no comment to them despite their curious looks. She was embarrassed. They must know she failed in some sense to be leaving so soon.
A minute after Jackie left, Jones pulled a cell phone from under his bed mattress. He pressed a pre-programmed number.
“Wilrey, send her back in. “
“The Thorpe woman? “
“No. My little fan currently sucking your dick. “
“How’d you know? Hey, we turned the air down like you said. It’s a lot cooler out here. But Sir, she isn’t done yet. Can you wait a few? “
“Wilrey, she is my pawn. You are a fine knight, but I am the King. Tell the pawn to get in here to finish the job she started before Jackie Rose Thorpe arrived. When I am done with her I will send her back to you knights. “
Wilrey was no doubt pissed when he hung up but Jones knew he would follow his orders. Thanks to Jones’ fans, Wilrey’s every fantasy was fulfilled. Wilrey knew the gate to his new world of sex would slam shut the moment he failed Jones.
Within moments Jones heard the woman’s bare feet slapping down the hallway toward his suite. This pawn was different from yesterday’s. Pretty, always pretty, but with brown hair. Jones had a huge chess board. He had many more than eight or even sixteen pawns. Far more than two knights as well. But Jones knew he was no King. Much more accurately, keeping with the analogy, he was the chess master.
Jackie gripped the steering wheel tightly as she drove. She was angry. She was frustrated. She was worried. She was full of self-doubt. She had to answer three questions, provide proof, and a “personalized” gift? She was doomed.
She felt like striking out, taking her frustration out on someone. An idea built strength in her mind. Maybe she didn’t know who yet, but she knew where and how.
Chapter 9
A small form bundled in a black hooded parka designed to protect the wearer from both the cold and observation walked through the snow, tracing the brick wall of the apartment building until arriving at a tramped down area. Next to the area of packed snow there was a malformed snow angel from the visitor’s clumsiness the previous night.
The lights in the apartment were on and the view through the blinds was just as clear as the previous night. The living room was unoccupied. The view through the other window showed the same items of interest on the desk.
No pretty blonde masturbating. Not yet. Had the pretty occupant heard the clumsiness the night before? The items still on the desk suggested not but the extra prints in the snow suggested it was so.
Returning to the living room window the bundled watcher stopped perfectly still in order to obtain a steady view through one of the window blinds slits. The crunching of snow continued even after the watcher stopped in place. The watcher was preoccupied, considering the humour of staring through a slit in order to see a slit and this caused a delay in realizing the crunching of snow was ongoing and nearing.
The watcher turned and saw the pretty blonde just a few feet away approaching from the apartment complex’s parking lot and having cut across through the snow. She looked real angry, real determined.
Not surprisingly, she launched a tight fist straight into the dark oval of the watcher’s hooded parka.
Now what?
Little Parka huddled on the ground, snuffling.
Jackie glanced around nervously. No people to or from cars in the parking lot. No busybodies peering out apartment windows. It was safe enough. She poked Little Parka with the toe of her boot, rolling the limp figure, and then kicked her foot in the approximate location of the ribs.
Little Parka’s thick wail told her she’d nailed something the owner considered important and sensitive.
It felt great getting payback, but she couldn’t very well kick Little Parka to death. Besides, she had more important things to do, like finding out Little’s identity, issuing a severe threat to keep her away in the future, and shopping for new blinds. Hell, maybe even shopping for a new apartment.
Jackie knelt and pulled Little Parka’s hood back. Little Parka was a man! A very little man but the rough fringe of black facial hair left no doubt. Her watcher wasn’t a Peeping Tomasina as she had originally theorized. He was a small man, maybe some kind of oversize Dwarf.
Somehow, the fact it was a man made her furious. That and just as she thought she was really taking control of the situation, she’d been thrown for another loop. Without planning to Jackie slapped his face hard. She enjoyed it so much she slapped him again. Fear of other residents hearing the loud smacks stopped her more than worry over hurting the pervert.
As she leaned in to deliver the threat she’d planned while staking out her apartment from the parking lot, she realized both his lips were split and bleeding, trickles of blood retreating into his fringe beard.
“Listen to me, you asshole! Never come back or I will rip off your head and send the rest of you to prison! “She liked that one. It sounded like a line from an action movie and it simultaneously threatened physical damage and prosecution.
The little guy tried to say something, coughed twice, and then found his voice, “I can explain. Let me explain. “
“That’s crap. I know exactly what you were doing. Don’t try to lie. “
Jackie fumbled through his pants pockets for his wallet so she could I. D. him. Hell, she should steal his driver’s license. That way she really had the goods on him. As a bonus, it provided the added satisfaction of knowing he’d have to go through the time and trouble of getting a new copy of his license. Not finding a wallet in his pants pockets she rolled him in the snow to get to various pockets of the black parka. He didn’t resist but she was highly conscious of how it would look if any of her neighbours saw them.
From a large side pocket in the parka a small camcorder rolled out into the snow. Jackie stared at it a moment, analyzing the possibilities.
“You little fucker! You planned on recording me! “
“Planned? “
“Did you? Did you record me last night? “
The little man caught his breath now, his b
lood stopped flowing, and his eyes gleamed alert with evil.
“My dear, I’m cold and bloody. Also, my face hurts. Let’s warm up in your apartment. We can discuss things in private. “
“Forget it. You are not entering my apartment. I’m no fool. “
“What do you think I’ll do? Raid your panty drawer? I don’t want to conduct our discussion in public, so move it inside or I’ll leave. Live sex acts are the most enjoyable but sex on video is also fun. “
Jackie’s mind flicked to an image of the ugly little man in some creepy dingy place watching the events of her masturbation. The little creep would probably masturbate himself to it every night for a year, and then once a week after that. Jackie’s face flushed red even out in the cool evening air.
“Like I said, I’m not a fool. No way are we going to my apartment. “
“Why fear me? You can see how small I am. You outweigh me and are in much better condition. You already kicked my ass! I could never do anything to you unless you wanted me to. “
The little man licked his split lips and the blackness of his eyes reflected the parking lot lights demonically. It looked like his mind was busy imagining her performing sexual acts.
“I don’t know you. I don’t know if you’re dangerous. All I know is you’re an ugly little pervert. “
“Lady, you already searched me. I’m little. They sent me so you wouldn’t be intimidated. I promise you. I will not touch you unless you ask me to. I’ll be on my best behaviour. I’m just grateful you stopped kicking my ass and only kicked me once when I was down. Also, I’d appreciate a cup of hot coffee. My teeth are chattering. “
Jackie didn’t like his reference to being sent by “them”. Was he connected with Jones? The way he promised not to touch her without her permission sounded exactly like Jones.
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