Forced Quickies

by Rosa Alvarado

  (Saturday noon)

  "Will I ever see you again?" Lisa asked hopefully. Oscar looked at her. There was real sympathy in his eyes.

  "I don't know," he responded. He stretched over to her and kissed her eyes. "I am not alone in this and other people may not think it is right for me to see you for a while."

  "Oh," she sighed. "I wasn't ... bad was I?"

  "You were more than I hoped for," he assured her. She gave him a warm almost tragic smile. There were tears welling up in her eyes. "You have done more than most women are able to do; you have saved yourself."

  "I feel bad ... about the woman ... Alice Delacroix. She ... Mike; I'll never be able to make that up to her will I?"

  "I think you have," Oscar confessed.

  "How?" she said sadly bewildered.

  "You stepped away from him and to Mike you were little more than property. You will never be that to me. You area a very special woman and you deserve better," he answered.

  "Do I deserve you?" she hoped.

  "Today you have," he smiled. "I would say you've earned me several times over." Lisa couldn't help but blush.

  He had certainly very vocal in his appreciation of her and she had been very vocal with him. Considering she knew only grunts and commands before Oscar had opened a whole new world for her. She'd wanted and been wanted. She realized she'd never really been hungry for sex before this morning. She wondered how she could ever even consider going back to Mike.

  She knew the answer as soon as the thought rebounded in her head. She couldn't go back. She had to find a way out.

  "Oscar, I don't want to go back to him."

  "I can certainly tell someone who might be able to help you," Oscar smiled. He actually hoped he was right.

  (Saturday afternoon)

  Oscar handed Taylor the recording of himself and Lisa together.

  "You'll find it quite entertaining," Oscar joked. Taylor handed him an envelope.

  "Here's your money." Oscar didn't bother counting it. He and Taylor got along. If he handed you a paycheck, it was the amount promised.

  "Were there any difficulties?" Taylor asked.

  "She's bit inexperienced, a bit shy, but nothing I couldn't work around. Do I need to know who this is for?"

  "Nah, even if the husband sees you in any of your videos, he'll be looking for 'Oscar'. The concerned party isn't a Brainiac, and won't have the resources to find you."

  "If this goes on-line, I'll want my cut."

  "It shouldn't," Taylor told him, "but if it does, you will be compensated."

  "Until you need me again," Oscar said as he got out of the booth. He thought it was a hell of a way to make a living, seducing women and getting paid handsomely for it.

  "Taylor, she wants to leave her husband," Oscar brought himself to say. His back was to Taylor. He didn't want to seem soft -- unprofessional.

  "I'll see what I can do," Taylor responded after a moment. Oscar took a step away.

  "I'll let her know you told me," Taylor added.

  For now Taylor had to work on his primary problem. His first concern was that Alice had gone through three more hours of torment at Mike's hands.

  That he could do something about, as long as Mike didn't know Alice's family history. He didn't come across as the small talk kind of guy. He dialed Alice's number. It rang a few times.

  "Yes," she answered. She sounded harried.

  "Ms. Delacroix, this is Memorial Hospital. Your grandmother has been in a terrible car accident and she has requested that you come down. She will be going into surgery soon, so you need to hurry." Even if she didn't recognize Taylor's voice, she knew something was wrong. After all, she didn't have a grandmother. Taylor heard some noise on the other end.

  "Who is this?" Mike asked. He sounded a bit out of breath.

  "Memorial Hospital -- Emergency Room Desk -- Nurse Riley; who am I speaking to?"

  "Never mind," Mike grunted. Alice got back on the phone.

  "I'm on my way."

  "Please hurry. I'll meet you at the Emergency Room entrance," Taylor replied. The hospital was two blocks away from him. He paid his tab and took a casual stroll. It helped work of the tension, and the guilt. He had a bad habit of putting women he liked through hell.

  When she pulled up, Taylor went with her as she parked and then walked her in.

  "What are we doing here?" she whispered.

  "I want you to do a Rape Kit," Taylor told her. Alice balked. "It's leverage. You don't say who raped you. You tell them you have to think about it before filing charges. You get the detectives' cards, and I'll take you home."

  "I can't charge him with rape," Alice cringed.

  "He doesn't have to know that. Alice, rapists get twenty years in prison; employees who embezzle, but end up taking no money have to find a new job. When faced with those facts, what do you think he's going to do?" Alice looked stunned. "I have him on tape raping you. I am about to have physical evidence he's raped you as well. I also have one other gift to put the nail in the coffin."

  "What is that?"

  "I'm going to stomp on his pride," Taylor nodded grimly.

  (Monday morning)

  It was early in the morning and Alice was at her desk. She was trying to keep the fear off her face.

  "What do we do now?" Alice grinned wildly with relief.

  "You call those detectives investigating your rape right now. Breaking some laws, Mike can be home in twenty-two minutes."

  "I've arranged for the cops to respond well before then. You tell them you have confronted your rapist and he's on his way home to attack his wife. They will be inside when he arrives and I think we can rely on him to go ballistic," Taylor speculated. "They will put him in jail for assaulting a police officer."

  "You seem very confident," Alice commented.

  "I do this for a living," Taylor responded dryly.

  "Will Mrs. Durbin be okay?" Alice questioned.

  "Yes," Taylor sighed, "since the police are already in Lisa Durbin's house expecting your call. As I told you, I do this for a living. I never hurt people more than I need to. As for Mike Durbin, the man is going to go to jail because he is a sadistic, arrogant bastard and his wife has dared to stand up to him and sleep with another man."

  "Mrs. Durbin has already decided to contact an excellent divorce lawyer, who will soon be armed with your tape. This will force Mike into a very unfavorable settlement then the tape will be destroyed. When he gets out of prison for the assault, I will be there with a plane ticket to somewhere far away and plus a few thousand dollars. If he doesn't accept, he goes to the hospital. He will of course lose his job here with no trace that could lead back to you."

  "All we have to do now is burn all the evidence that you embezzled. You'll be free."

  "Is the jail time and divorce going to cost me extra?" She grinned.

  "No, but you could help Mrs. Durbin with some of her bills from time to time. Her husband dug quite a big hole," Taylor told her.

  "I'm not made of money," she groaned.

  "Do what you can. It is all any of us can do. She's helping you bury Mike, and that's should count for something."

  "Is this really finally over?" she said with a shake of her head. She couldn't quite believe it.

  "It should be," Taylor responded. He went to her desk and pulled off a sticky note. He scrawled down something. "This is my number. My name is Taylor Eden. If Mike somehow ever bothers you again, give me a call. I'll take care of it."

  "What will that cost?" Alice asked.

  "Nothing; return service is free of charge," he grinned.

  "What happens if he does come back?"

  "You don't need to know, but I've never had to deal with someone a third time. Let's leave it at that," he assured her.

  "Am I ever going to see you again?" she inquired.

  "No. Seriously, do you find me at all attractive?" Taylor chuckled. Alice was kind enough to hesitate.

  "No."

  "Am I in anyway a man yo
u would be interested in?" he continued.

  "Sorry, but no."

  "Good for you and thank you for your honesty. If you will take this piece of advice, go out socially a bit more. Find someone nice. You don't want to be on the board of directors of this firm at forty-five and realize you are alone. You are a nice person; tough and smart. Any guy would be lucky to be with you. Try to trust enough to let someone in."

  "You are not what I expected," she confessed.

  "I get that a lot," he laughed. "Bye now."

  "Wait. Tell me who hired you, please," Alice pleaded. She couldn't stand not knowing.

  "Someone higher up in this firm has been watching your progress. They decided you had made a desperate mistake and deserved a second chance. You are an asset to the firm, so my boss was hired to help you out. I don't have permission to tell you the name of the person who hired him, but I can tell you they've gone through great expense."

  "Thank you," Alice told him. Taylor nodded, turned and left quietly.

  (Epilogue)

  Alice Delacroix sat at the table at the restaurant playing with her lunch. She didn't have much of an appetite and she didn't want to be out of the office with the new account proposals due in two days. Unfortunately when the largest stockholder in the company asked a few of the mid-level managers out to eat, you went out to eat. Finally the ordeal was over; the Gray Lady took the check and paid for the overly expensive unsatisfying meal.

  "A moment, Ms. Delacroix," the woman requested in a way that clearly wasn't a request.

  "Ma'am," Alice gulped. Had something gone wrong? Was she about to watch her career go down the toilet?

  "Please sit for a moment. I would like to show you a token of gratitude for being our number One manager four quarters running. I don't run the company, but I do like to stay on top of things." She slid a ring box over to Alice. Alice opened it and examined the contents.

  "I ... don't understand," Alice said quietly looking down at the zip drive.

  "It is the final copy of your indiscretion, but I think you already knew that," the Gray Lady smiled predatorily.

  "It was you ... I was being rhetorical; I apologize. What I should be asking is why? Why did you do it? How did you it?"

  "You are a corporate asset Ms. Delacroix. As you will discover I defend my corporation very zealously. As to the 'how'; let us just say that a good dog is hard to find."

  "You must have gone through some expense and I'm only a mid-level manager," Alice responded.

  "Seriously Ms. Delacroix, I know you smarter than that," the older woman smirked. Alice stopped being scared and started thinking corporate.

  "How long have you been watching me?"

  "Since your second internship," was the reply.

  "Oh, so you are responsible for my rapid promotions," Alice concluded.

  "Which you deserved," the other woman pointed out.

  "To what end?"

  "One day I want you to run my company, Ms. Delacroix. I don't want the company my late husband I built to become mediocre. I want it to remain in the top of its field."

  "I can do that," Alice agreed. The Gray Lady nodded with pleasure now that Alice had caught up. "One thing I would like to know; who did this? It is something I would like to know." The Gray Lady studied her.

  "Why? You aren't infatuated with that trollish little man, are you?"

  "Oh no," Alice chuckled, "I already have his number -- for business purposes he insists. I want to know who has his leash. As you said, a good dog is hard to find."

  The End.

  Good Girl

  "You're doing a wonderful job."

  "Sir?" I look over the top of my glasses at you as I put the files away.

  You grin at me as I close the drawers, "You're keeping my office so organised and tidy! I'm going to have to think of some way to reward you...."

  I roll my eyes at you, "Sir, its my job, I don't need to be rewarded for doing my job." As I bend down to open one of the drawers I hear you chuckle.

  "You're such a good girl."

  I pause. "Sir?" I try to keep my voice steady, but it sounds like a squeak rather than confidence. I rummage around in the drawer, attempting to buy some time to compose myself.

  "I said, you're such a good girl..."

  Each word drips off your lips like its coated in velvet, all soft and rough; a deep rumble in your throat.

  My knees start to shake. I close my eyes and get ready to compose myself and stand up.... and feel you come up behind me...

  Your hands encircle my waist, thumbs rubbing either side of my spine as you step close, bringing your body flush with mine. I reach up to steady myself against the filing cabinet, arching my back as your hands slide under my skirt, pushing it up over my arse...

  You growl approvingly at what you see... Stockings and a barely there g-string...

  You rub yourself up against me, I can feel your cock through your pants, hard and hot against my bare skin... I bite my lip and close my eyes as I push back against you.

  Your hands tighten around my waist pulling me more firmly against you, your foot against the inside of mine, pushing my legs apart. You slide your hand down over my arse, slipping it between my legs to run a finger over the material of my g-string...

  You growl again, your finger coming away damp. "You. Are. Such. A. Good. Girl." Each word punctuated by you thrusting against me... You slide your hand back between my legs, and pull the flimsy material aside, your fingers rubbing the flesh underneath...

  My breath catches as you slide a finger into me, and my aching wet cunt spasms around it. You thrust into me a few more times, rubbing your wet finger over the plump lips and back up and over my tight little rosebud... You push against it with your finger, and I let out a low moan...

  "Whore."

  You spit the word out... Hard. Harsh.

  I shudder.

  I hear you slide the zip of your trousers down, and can only imagine what your cock looks like. I feel you rub the thick tip of it along my cunt, coating it in the wetness that drips from it. You push it against me, the head pops past and your thick hard cock fills me completely.

  I whimper softly and clench hard around your cock... Your hands grip my hips and pull me more firmly onto your cock.

  You begin to thrust slowly, long smooth strokes, stretching me apart, your hands pulling me against you...

  I thrust back against you, matching your strokes, using my muscles to squeeze you tight. You pick up the pace, thrusting faster, harder, the sound of skin against skin gets louder...

  Soft sounds fall from my lips, matching your pounding... I feel hot, light-headed, my knees start to tremble... all I can focus on is the feeling of your cock stretching me apart.

  You groan and your cock swells, your breathing loud and erratic... the trembling spreads from my knees and up my body as my impossibly tight cunt spasms, clenching even tighter around you... I moan loudly and my knees give out.

  You catch my hips and whilst still buried inside me, you drop to the floor with me. You stay still for a moment, relishing the feel of my muscles spasming and trembling. I whimper, face buried in my arms, facedown on the floor.

  "Good girl..."

  Its a whisper, soothing, calming...

  You begin to thrust again, hard, fast... My hands grip the floor as you pound into me. Faster, harder, one hand pulling my hips, the other pushing me down onto the floor.

  I whimper, I moan, I beg you to fuck me harder... I beg you to come inside me...

  Your cock swells impossibly large inside me, and you groan loudly... I feel you jerk and spasm inside me as you thrust a few more times... You slow... and with a final thrust that makes me shudder, you stop...

  You lean forward, still buried inside me and whisper in my ear... Its a gentle loving caress...

  "Good girl..."

  The End.

  Primal Lust

  It had been the worst possible day for Luke. Everything that could go wrong had gone wrong. As he dro
ve home all he could think about was cracking a cold beer and watching television. He pulled up in front of the house and noticed all the blinds and curtains closed. He wondered if Lara must have been taking a short nap in the living room, something she often did when they'd stayed up too late the night before.

  As he parked the car he thought about Lara, her nearly black hair flowing onto her shoulders, her amber eyes looking up at him. Just thinking about her eased the tension he was feeling just a little. He knew on the other side of the door was home and relaxation and Lara's arms around him. Luke opened the front door to see Lara standing there waiting for him. She was wearing a sheer black robe and he could see she wasn't wearing a bra, just a hint that she had on little black panties to match her robe. Before he could say hello, her lips were on his. She pulled him tight against her as her kiss became more aggressive.

  He wrapped his arms around her, sliding them down her back and grabbing her ass, she whimpered slightly between their kiss. She broke off their kiss and stepped back, taking his hand in hers. It was then that he looked up and realized Lara's friend Kacey was sitting on the sofa. Kacey was wearing a pink sheer nighty; he could tell there was nothing under the nighty. Kasey's black pubic hair showed through the sheer nighty and Luke realized what was going on.

  Lara guided him to stand in front of the sofa, as Kacey stood up and came to where they had stopped. Kacey kissed Lara, her hands slowly sliding up Lara's stomach to her breasts, gently squeezing them. Lara stood almost motionless, Luke knew that Kacey had been trying for months to get into Lara's pants and it looked as though it was finally going to happen. Just watching them caused Luke's cock to harden.

  Kacey let loose of Lara's lips and both girls began kissing him, taking turns with his lips as they unbuttoned his shirt, and then pulled his undershirt up over his head. They were giggling as they slid down to their knees, unhooking his belt and unbuttoning his pants, slipping them down over his hips. Lara slipped his boxers down and took his cock in her hand; she began stroking him as she ran her tongue around the head of his cock.