Subduing Jacqueline

  “I don’t suppose if I kick you a few more times you’re going to spit out who sent you? “

  “Are you threatening or are you realizing? “

  “I could call the police and have you arrested. They’ll go to your place and find any recordings you have of me. “

  “Do you really want that? The police watching the recording to make sure it is you and it is evidence? Are you that much of an exhibitionist? Calling them is one option, I guess. Of course, I’d tell them I was minding my own business walking by when you assaulted me. I’m the only one with evidence of physical harm here. “

  Damn. Punching and kicking him, which had felt so rewarding at the time, was being turned against her.

  “Finding the video in your residence will confirm my story. “

  “Sounds risky, Lady. You sure it’s even there? Even if it is, I imagine exactly how it’d go down. Reporters read the recaps of every police arrest in search of interesting gems their readers or viewers will find titillating. News nowadays is less about what is actually newsworthy and more about the odd and unusual. It is to modern day what the travelling freak shows once were. I can imagine a good headline: Vigilante Psychoanalyst Captures Midget. Of course, I’m not quite a midget but the news people like their catchy headlines. Good story like that might get kicked up to the networks. It sure would hurt your professional reputation if they published the follow up story:Captured Midget Claims Psychoanalyst Put on Sex Show. I have no reputation so I have nothing to lose. “

  “How do you know I’m a Psychoanalyst? “

  “That’s something else I might be willing to discuss. But only in the warmth and comfort of your apartment with a fresh cup of coffee in my hand. “

  Jackie was stuck. This creep had information she wanted. She wasn’t about to call the police. She couldn’t stand the embarrassment. She studied him, noting the bad intent brimming in his devious eyes. Poor little guy did look cold though.

  Entrance to her apartment and a hot cup of coffee seemed a small price to pay to get valuable information.

  Of course, that was not the actual price…

  Just inside her apartment the short peeper turned to her, his voice taking on a new confidence, “Lock the door and deadbolt it. “

  Jackie followed the command automatically and didn’t realize she did it without thinking until she turned back to him. She flushed yet again when she saw the triumph dancing in his eyes.

  Being alone with him made her nervous. Jackie vowed to remain calm and confident, take charge, get the information she needed, and then kick him out of her apartment. Perhaps literally. However if he did have a recording of her, she’d have to confiscate it first.

  The semi-Dwarf held his parka-covered arms straight out from his sides like a living crucifix.

  “You may take my parka. Hang it up. I wouldn’t want it to get wrinkled. “

  The nerve of the little bastard! Jackie held her tongue, deciding an angry retort was unhelpful. It was sort of funny, though, seeing as the parka was wet and wrinkled already.

  Jackie took the parka off him and hung it up.

  “Make coffee, black and strong. “

  Now the little bastard was more abrupt, his voice serious. Jackie mentally chafed and longed to tell him to go to hell where he belonged. Or she could punch him again. That would be wonderful. That enjoyable thought soothed her, preventing her from saying anything she’d regret later.

  He poked around her apartment while she made the coffee in the kitchen. She didn’t like that. Maybe the little bastard truly was a panty-snatcher. She kept an eye on him. She saw he kept an eye on her as well. Every time she turned she caught him staring at the curve of her butt, making her wish she hadn’t worn such tight jeans. Their durability seemed practical for the stake out. However, she was sure he had no difficulty picturing her bare ass naked. The guy didn’t need an imagination, just a memory of last night!

  The longer the half-Dwarf remained in her apartment, the angrier she grew. He was slowly changing from a mysterious unknown peeper into a real person. That made the idea of last night’s observations all the more embarrassing.

  As she handed him a cup of coffee, he unashamedly stared at her chest. Although she wore a bra, a T-shirt, and a pullover sweatshirt, the little freak was still trying to gauge the size of her breasts. Embarrassed, Jackie hunched her shoulders forward. Her breasts were far too big for her thin body. Jackie wished she’d already had breast reduction surgery. Once she had a year making good money as Robert’s partner she would have them done.

  The little bastard even had the nerve to comment on them!

  “You have nice titties. Too big to call them titties really. Boobs or jugs. Why’d you even pay all that money for an education? With those big jugs, tight ass, and prime dick-sucking lips you could have been a great stripper. You wouldn’t need to pay for boob enlargement. You could have made at least as much money that you do as a shrink. I don’t know why you would waste that opportunity. “

  “Go to Hell, little man! “

  Jackie knew she should not antagonize him, she wanted his cooperation, but she just couldn’t help it. His words humiliated her. How dare he speak to her that way in her home!

  “Why so mean? “Now he adopted a mock hurt expression, sticking out his split lower lip and innocently widening his eyes.

  “You’re a lonely little man because you say hurtful, inappropriate things. “

  “Who says I’m lonely? I’m not. Like I said, I was sent here. I don’t just go around peeking in windows at night. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoyed your performance but normally I like to participate. I get more tail than you could imagine. “

  “You’re right about that if you aren’t a virgin. What’s your name anyway? “

  “They call me Little Johnson. “

  Jackie laughed and raised her eyebrows, “They actually call you that to your face? “

  Little Johnson looked furious for a second, exposing a wild and unpredictable temper. Good thing he was small and relatively harmless.

  “It’s in reference to my height and my last name, not a reference to my dick. ‘

  “OK, Little Johnson…. “

  Somehow learning his name, or the nature of his nickname, or having laughed in his face raised Jackie’s confidence.

  Frowning, still looking angry, Little Johnson stepped over to examine the Jones’ items arranged on the desk. He ran his tiny hand over the huge dildo, appearing deep in thought. Jackie’s new confidence leaked away like water dribbling through spread fingers. She was horribly embarrassed to have the half-Dwarf touch the huge dildo she’d used on herself last night. He picked up the collar, using one finger hooked to a metal loop in the collar to turn the name plate towards him. Little Johnson must think these things belonged to her. She hurried to correct that misunderstanding.

  “Please don’t touch those items, because they aren’t mine. They are part of a work project. They’re evidence, part of a clinical case. “

  “So, you’re saying you’re not a… let’s see… a ‘Good Girl’? “

  “No, I’m not, I mean…”

  “Well, if you aren’t a Good Girl, you must be a Bad Girl. Bad girls need discipline, need punishment. “

  Jackie’s mouth fell open but no words tumbled out. Why was everyone, at least men like Little Johnson and Wayne Jones, talking circles around her and trapping her with conversation? She was smart, wasn’t she? She saw Little Johnson experimentally grip the handle of the whip.

  Jackie’s embarrassment and discomfort with the situation flooded higher. For some reason her womanhood was also flooding. She could almost see the scenes playing in Little Johnson’s head.

  She didn’t know if he was messing with her or if he honestly believed she would sexually interact with him. But she did know it was time
to put a stop to this line of conversation.

  “Stop touching those things. They aren’t toys, and they aren’t mine. They’re evidence. Just leave them alone. Let’s move on to why you’re here in my apartment. I want to know who sent you and why. Then we’ll fetch whatever video you shot of me. “

  He turned back to her holding the huge exotic dildo.

  “What about this fake cock? This is yours, isn’t it? “

  “No, it isn’t. It’s just like the rest, evidence in a case. Not mine at all. “

  “Listen up sexy Psycho-anal-yst. I’d like to help you and I know I can. Problem is, I can’t remember last night very well. Did I record your performance for posterity? If I did, where did I put the video? Did I make any copies? If so, where are they? Tell you what, why don’t you help me remember? I know what will help. Go change into those cute pyjamas and tight little T-shirt. Maybe if I see you in them again I’ll remember. “

  “You have got to be kidding. No way. “

  “Correct me if I’m wrong, but didn’t you say this big wacky fake dick is part of a case, evidence on a patient? If I did record you using evidence to masturbate with, that would be a bad thing, right? I guess you are a Bad Girl, aren’t you? “

  Jackie clamped her lips and trembled as she considered the full import of his words. He was toying with the idea of blackmailing her.

  “You probably don’t even have a video! “

  “Maybe I don’t. Maybe we’ll agree I don’t. Then I can enjoy it to my heart’s content. Show it to friends. Maybe turn it into cash by showing it on certain Internet sites. “

  Jackie nibbled on her red lipstick. The fists at her sides sported white knuckles. She needed to be very careful not to say or do the wrong thing. She sought a solution, but it didn’t seem to exist. There was nowhere to retreat.

  “Indulge me, Pretty Doctor. Go change into something sexy for Little Johnson. “

  Jackie stepped out from her bedroom wearing pyjama bottoms, tight T-shirt, and athletic socks. As she’d changed she’d worried Little Johnson might burst in on her. He didn’t, and her stereo started playing loud electronic dance music. She wondered if the music was a ruse to cover whatever nefarious hi-jinks he was up to in the rest of her apartment.

  She knew Little Johnson wouldn’t see her in the outfit and suddenly “remember” everything, and then answer all her questions helpfully. She didn’t want to think about what the little troll had in store for her. She couldn’t bear to. She’d cross his bridge when she came to it. Or refuse to cross his bridge she hoped.

  She found Little Johnson reclining on the middle of her sofa. He seemed immensely pleased with himself and with her when he saw her wearing the requested outfit. Jackie mentally shrugged. It wasn’t so bad. It wasn’t like she wore revealing lingerie or like he hadn’t already seen her dressed this way before.

  He ordered her to stand on the other side of the coffee table. She complied, happy to

  put the piece of furniture between her and the perverted little man.

  “OK, Mr. Little Johnson. I dressed as you requested. Now, hold up your end of the bargain, tell me who sent you and why. Then I’ll change and we’ll take my car to get that recording. “

  “Bargain? There is no bargain here. You want something for nothing. I just want a fair deal. “

  “What do you want? “

  “I want a nice sexy show. “

  “You already got it last night. “

  “I was in the cold. I want a nice hot show in the warmth where I can relax. So I can hear you. So I can smell you. I won’t touch unless you ask me to, I already told you that. But I want a good show from a Bad Girl. “

  “What kind of show? “She needed to know exactly what he wanted to best turn him down.

  “You ignored a whole possible career path as a stripper. You’re sexy, you have a stripper body, and you are passionate as I saw last night. Just let loose and strip all the way, slow and sexy. “

  Jackie put a hand to her face fingers pinching the top of her nose between her eyes, “That’s it then? Nothing else? “

  “I don’t know. I don’t know what kind of performance you’ll put on. If it is a great one, good as a Las Vegas stripper, that might be enough. If not, I won’t be getting full market value for what you want. I can’t say yet. “

  Jackie considered. How could she take off her clothes and stand in front of this little pervert completely nude? Naked, she reminded herself. Nude was for certain beaches and sexy situations. Naked was for unclothed and vulnerable. She despised this, especially the non-committal open-ended aspect of his part of the bargain. There was no guarantee stripping would satisfy him. Meeting those black voracious eyes, she felt certain it would take far more.

  “I bare everything and you give no guarantees on your part. That’s a bad bargain, Little Johnson. Let’s renegotiate. “

  “I’m the only game in town. You could say I have a monopoly, meaning I can name my price. No renegotiation. Tell you what, though, I’ll give you an option. If you do this one thing for me, you get everything you want. “

  Jackie dared to be hopeful, “What is it? “

  “Simple. Immediately take off all your clothes, come over here, kneel on the carpet, pull out my cock, and give it a nice long deep-throat blow-job. Do that and I’ll give you all you desire, I guarantee it. “

  Jackie was disgusted but not completely surprised. She knew he was a pervert after all. Feeling desperate, she seriously considered the offer. Little Johnson watched her emotional struggle with malicious enjoyment.

  “Remember, as with all real blow-jobs, you have to swallow all the semen, every last drop. “

  Forget it. Jackie had practiced oral sex in the past, but she had never swallowed. Drinking semen was nasty and pointless. It was purely to satisfy the man’s fantasies and did nothing for the woman. The entire nature of the act was sexist.

  “Nope. Not doing that. Fine, I’ll strip and take my chances. “

  Jackie was nervous, trembling even, but let her anger drive her. She reminded herself he’d seen it all anyway. Better to let him see it one more time than to let countless people watch her on video.

  The electronic dance music Little Johnson selected was perfect for the task. Jackie swayed her hips, circling, and then cocking them at angles while her hands caressed both breasts through her white T-shirt and bra. It felt strange, bizarre, to try to come across as sexy to someone who disgusted her. Strippers had to do it every night they worked. Like many intelligent, highly educated women Jackie looked down on strippers. Way down. Now she realized their job was not necessarily easy.

  She focused her eyes on furniture in the room or on her own body instead of looking at Little Johnson. Those unblinking, snake-like black eyes unnerved her.

  “Allow me to be of assistance. A good stripper looks into the eyes of her customer and really sells the idea that she is into him. She makes him believe every movement she makes is to entice him, and she wants nothing more in the world than his happiness. You need to do that, Bad Girl. Maybe this would help you get in character? “

  Little Johnson hoisted the monster dildo by the handle like a crusader ready to take on a dragon. He waved the bulbous head in circles and waggled his thick eyebrows at her.

  Jackie burned with indignation. Like he was offering her some kind of treat! Of course, she considered shamefully, he might assume she considered it a treat based on her previous performance.

  “No, thanks. “

  “Maybe you’ll reconsider after warming up your pussy. “

  He smiled, exposing overly large, crooked and stained teeth. She barely stopped herself from swearing at him.

  Lacking a sense of rhythm, she had a hard time moving in sync with the music. She knew even less about stripping than dancing. She figured fondling her breas
ts, tracing her rear, and diving her hands between her legs were pretty effective moves. Unfortunately, these movements also turned her on. Her body awakened sexually from all the touching and that was the last thing she wanted. She changed her strategy and started air-tracing, avoiding actual contact.

  She continued to avoid taking any clothing off in the vain hope she might still conjure a great idea and wiggle off Little Johnson’s hook.

  “Now you’re just dancing and not very well at that. I see far sexier dance moves at clubs. Get some of that clothing off. Not all, not yet, just some. Keep your hands on the parts of your body that interest a man and keep them busy doing the work a man’s hands would do. Make me believe those are my hands squeezing your breasts, cupping your ass, and rubbing your pussy. “

  Angry as she was Jackie had to admit the little twerp had a point about her dancing poorly. She’d better strip and strip good if she didn’t want his demands to progress beyond stripping. Like it or not her mission was to satisfy that ugly little man. She had to pull this off.

  She stared into his eyes, did a little breast shimmy that made her thick cones smack together and then spread her legs wide and pulled her T-shirt over her head. She slid it, caressing and rubbing, down her body, and then unhooked the rear catch of her bra. With sudden stripper inspiration she tossed the bra into Little Johnson’s face. When he grinned, she felt a surge of emotional satisfaction from his pleasure. Now she repeated the same breast shimmy with her unrestrained breasts sloppily colliding then plunged both hands down to press into her crotch.

  She kept her eyes locked on Little Johnson’s beady ones as much as possible. She didn’t want to fuck this up. As she sensed his pleasure build, she felt a curious sense of pride. She tried to turn this act into an affirmation of her womanhood. She could be sexy and passionate when she wanted to be, and still accomplish her goals. Even in this strange stripping territory, she still found a way to be successful.

  As she continued her sensual show, behaving in a foreign, wanton way began to exhilarate her. Once again, she realized she must have a streak of exhibitionism. No normal woman would get turned on by an evil Dwarf ordering her around and making her debase herself. Thinking of her degradation only heightened her thrill. Her hands sure felt good on her body, especially when they connected with her sex. She let them wander wherever they wanted to go. They moved to her pussy and remained there, massaging with light pressure, but, unplanned, her hips drove her pyjama-covered pussy up onto the rigid fingers.