by Paul Preston
“I’m so sorry to disturb your rest. I know you’ve had a difficult day, Ms. Mauricio, but please allow Mrs. Potcia to help you get ready for dinner. W.”
“I’ve already told you, you can keep me captive here, but I don’t have to eat with you,” Bella Lisa typed.
“But surely you must be hungry, yes? W.,” Williamson instantly responded.
“You know, you don’t have to put your initial after every message. I know it’s you and it’s really beginning to annoy me.”
“We certainly wouldn’t want you to be annoyed. W. Ooops, old habits die hard, sorry.”
“Old habits from an old person.”
“Touché, Ms. Mauricio.”
“Could you please stop bugging me and let me fall back to asleep.”
“You’re cranky when you wake up.”
“Maybe so. I have a headache and I’ve lost my appetite.”
“You have a headache because you haven’t eaten. You must be starving.”
How did he know that? I am starving, but damned if I am going to eat dinner with this guy. I’ll sneak down later after everyone goes to bed, find a frig and raid it.
“I’m not that hungry. You go ahead. Don’t wait for me.”
“But I’ve been waiting for you for four years… And you didn’t eat lunch.”
Bella Lisa felt her spine recoil and she shivered.
“How do you know I didn’t eat lunch?”
“Page 2, Section 1C of the contract. ‘Client will drive Ms. Mauricio directly to the Penthouse on the afternoon of 6/20/12 without stopping for lunch.’ I just didn’t want you to lose your appetite for dinner on your first night here.”
“You mean you had it planned out? And my dear dad went along with… Oh my God, my dad’s a prick and you’re a control freak.”
“You are right. I am a control freak. I suppose an apology is in order. I just wanted to share a nice meal together. In anticipation, and because you hadn’t eaten, I have not eaten anything since early this morning as well, but that’s no excuse for my behavior. It was selfish of me. I should never have put that provision in the contract. I am deeply and sincerely sorry. I’ll try to be less selfish in the future, Ms. Mauricio. Please forgive me.”
“Whatever. You can keep your apologies. I’m not meeting you for dinner.”
“Ms. Mauricio, we can do this the easy way or the hard way. I assure you the easy way would be exceedingly more pleasant for you. I was hoping you would allow Mrs. Potcia to draw you a nice relaxing warm bath, give you a deep tissue massage, and afterwards anoint you with aromatic oils to hydrate your skin, help you dress in some pretty clothes—”
“I’m not a child. I can bath and dress myself at this point.”
“Try looking at it this way. I’ve booked you, after all your hard work at Stanford, into the most luxurious and exclusive spa in Southern California. Allow yourself to be pampered, Ms. Mauricio.”
“Thanks, but I’m not interested in being pampered or sharing a meal with you. I’ll meet you tomorrow and help you with the donations. Until then, I wish to have no further conversation with you.”
Bella Lisa wished she could shut down the computer for emphasis, if she could only figure out how. As his response flashed across the screen, she tried to look away from the screen, but couldn’t.
“You are quite the little spitfire, aren’t you? Well, I think I’ve been very patient up to now, and, if you decide to get to know me better, you’ll find out that patience is not one of my natural virtues. I am a man who normally, one way or another, gets what he wants. And you are going to get ready and you are going to meet me for dinner, Ms. Mauricio. So, if you don’t want to do this the easy way, we can also do this the hard way. If you prefer, two rather large and burly men on my security team will be more than happy to undress, bath and rub oil all over the body of a hot shapely twenty two year old girl. I’d like to be able to, but I can’t promise that their behavior will be strictly professional. I would be there to supervise, but I’m in the midst of a multimillion dollar overseas business transaction that I can’t break away from currently. So what will it be Ms. Mauricio? The easy way or the hard way… Ms. Mauricio? You have five seconds to respond……OK. The hard way.”
The computer screen instantly went blank. Bella Lisa’s heart started thumping in her chest and she took a long deep breath. A moment later she heard two firm knocks on the door. It opened and two men with Williamson Security written across the upper left hand corner of their shirts walked swiftly into her room and closed the door behind them. Bella Lisa stood by her computer, grasping the edge of the desk behind her with her hands. One of them started talking to her in a deep voice with a business-like tone.
“Ms. Mauricio, this is Cogworthy. My name is Luman. Mr. Williamson has instructed us to help you get ready for dinner. Ready, Cogworthy?”
“Get out of my room,” Bella Lisa said, trying to remain calm.
Cogworthy immediately crossed the room, picked Bella Lisa up by the waist and slung her over his shoulder. She punched at his back, kicked her legs and screamed.
“Leave me alone! Get your hands off me, you gorilla! Put me down!”
“OK, Ms. Mauricio, don’t get excited, I’ll put you down,” Cogworthy said.
Luman parted the curtains and Cogworthy unceremoniously dropped her down on the bed. In one swift motion the men immobilized her. Cogworthy sat behind her, raising both of her arms over her head and firmly pinning her wrists down on the mattress, while Luman straddled her body and sat on her thighs, putting an end to her kicks.
“Hey, you’re heavy. Let me go. Get off of me you pricks!”
“Please stop shouting, Ms. Mauricio,” Luman said, flipping a switch-blade with a metallic snap. “Now, for your own safety, please refrain from moving too much.”
Tears came to her eyes.
“What are you doing? Please don’t hurt me.”
“No one wants to hurt you, Ms. Mauricio.”
Luman carefully sliced through the buttons on her sweater one at a time, then ripped through the elastic strap of the bra between her breasts. With the tip of his knife he slowly lifted the cups of her bra and the torn sweater over her shoulders, totally exposing each breast. Luman traced her breasts with the flat underside of the knife. Bella Lisa felt the cold metal slide up and over the curve of her left breast and then her right, the tip very lightly tracing the large light brown circles of her aureoles and over her full erect nipples.
As she saw both men staring down at her with open twisted mouths and felt the cold sharp edge of the blade outline the tips of her breasts, Bella Lisa was shocked to feel a warmth and wetness spread under her panties. She caught herself involuntarily tilting her pelvis up toward the man above her and immediately squeezed her thighs together to stop it from happening again. Instead of fearing for her life, or getting raped by these two ugly men, she just wished she was alone to touch and stroke the delicious wetness inside.
The fact that her arms were held back behind her in bondage and legs pinned down only made the wish to touch herself even stronger. She felt a growing moistness on her inner thighs as her wrists dug into the mattress and the knife touched her breasts. Something was opening within her without her being able to stop it. She actually could feel the pink inner wet folds of her sex curl open to kiss and dampen the cotton of her panties. She breathed in and smelled something raw and musky.
It can’t be, but it is. What’s happening to me?
She became deeply embarrassed by the strong smell of her sex, coming from the deep arousal within her core. By the look in their eyes as they breathed her in, she knew the two men could smell it too. She pretended not to notice the smell, or their reaction to it.
Bella Lisa recalled the smell only happening just once before, when a particularly amorous college boyfriend had kissed her down there before he entered her. These men had not physically kissed her or touched her, but she had an even stronger reaction to them. Bella Lisa didn’t understand whe
re her arousal came from. She wasn’t attracted to them at all, in fact found them hideously ugly.
Several questions streamed through her consciousness as the two men held her captive. Was her arousal due to the bondage, the exposure of her breasts and their reaction to her? Was it the feel of the knife as it traced the shape of her breasts? Could Williamson have slipped some kind of woman’s sex drug into the sparkling water he gave her earlier, like a female version of Viagra? It was as if she had lost total control of her own body. She saw how large her nipples stood on the tips of her breasts in response, as if they longed to be touched again by the knife. She felt ashamed by the rich musky smell of her sex. Luman wiped his mouth with the back of his hand as he spoke.
“Look at these nice tits, Cogworthy. Look at those nipples, so big, just waiting to be sucked on. Have you ever in your life seen tits as full and round and beautiful as those?” Luman asked.
“No I haven’t,” Cogworthy said, gazing down at her from above.
“Sweet, right,” Luman said.
“Yeah, sweet,” Cogworthy agreed.
Looking away from their eyes, Bella Lisa noticed the erections growing in their pants, one directly above her head and one across from her. Even though she was at their mercy, and the outline of their erections looked large and intimidating, their arousal actually gave her a sense of empowerment over them. After all, Bella Lisa knew the affect she had over guys. She had to deal with their attraction to her every day of her life. Suddenly, she took a deep breath in, no longer feeling helpless in the situation, but oddly calm and confident.
“OK, OK, guys. You win,” Bella Lisa finally said, wondering why she waited so long. “Send Maria in. I’ll let her help me get ready for dinner.”
She felt the cold hard edge of the knife drift down the center of her body. Luman used the tip of the knife to pop open the top button of her jeans. She shuttered and felt her thighs twitch.
“Are you sure? I really wouldn’t mind helping you to get undressed and bathing you. I’ve heard Cogworthy here gives a pretty nice massage,” Luman said.
“I’ve never had any complaints,” Cogworthy boasted.
“No, I think Mr. Williamson would prefer Maria to assist me,” giving particular emphasis to their boss’s name. “Don’t you think?”
The mention of Williamson’s name seemed to throw cold water on their desire, and like dogs on a leash, they backed off and obeyed.
“Yes, Ms. Mauricio. As you wish,” Luman said, snapping his knife shut.
The men released her and got off the bed. As Bella Lisa sat up on the edge of the mattress, her torn garments fell to the floor. She noticed the men continuing to stare, so she covered her nipples with the palms of her hands. Once she covered herself, their eyes looked down lower as they stumbled backwards out of the room.
After the men left and the door had closed, Bella Lisa looked down at herself to see what had caught their attention. The crotch of her jeans had a tiny stain on it. She unbuttoned her jeans and discovered her panties were so damp they must have soaked through, causing a small round circle to appear. She had a sticky feeling on her inner thighs and touched a thick creamy white substance. She rubbed the slick effluence between her thumb and index finger.
Did I… Did I just have an orgasm?
The computer screen popped on with a message, the cloud bubble blinking on and off, wanting her attention, like an excited child. She walked over in a daze and clicked on the cloud.
“You have just made me the happiest man alive. I’ll see you at dinner, Ma Cherie.”
What did he mean by that?
She heard a light knocking and Mrs. Potcia peeked around the corner of the door.
Bella Lisa breathed out and began to relax when she saw her.
“Are you ready for bath now madam?”
“Sure, come on in, Maria.”
Mrs. Potcia walked happily across the room to the bathroom. She seemed blissfully unaware of what had just taken place.
“I draw you a nice bath, yes?”
Bella Lisa heard the jets of water running in the Jacuzzi. She sat down once more on the edge of the bed. Remembering her breasts were bare, she covered them with her hands. Maria came back in. From a pocket of her uniform she removed an unopened bottle of aspirin. Mrs. Potcia poured Bella Lisa a glass of water from the pitcher on the nightstand and gave her the bottle.
“Mr. Williamson says you have headache. This is best. Extra strength Excedrin – with caffeine. Take two. Headache go away in no time.”
As Bella Lisa opened the bottle and took the aspirin with her glass of water and swallowed, tears pooled in her eyes and slipped out. The tears ran down her cheeks and dropped on her cleavage, the wetness tickling the sensitive skin of her breasts.
“Ms. Mauricio, what wrong? Why you cry?”
Mrs. Potcia put her arms around her and held her close, rocking her.
“No cry now. You stop cry. Bad for you pretty eyes.”
Perhaps it was partly due to her ordeal with the two men and the vulnerability she was feeling, mixed with her lack of sleep, but Bella knew the real reason for her tears was the memory of her mother. When she was a little girl and it was her mother’s turn to take care of her, she had picked up an infection inside her mouth which caused painful blisters and sores on her tongue and throat. Her mother was upset that she had to cancel a photo shoot, pick her up from school and take her to the clinic. Bella Lisa was in so much pain she couldn’t eat or drink without crying and she remembered her mother never comforted her or held her close. She just seemed annoyed and inconvenienced by her. When Mrs. Potcia gave her the aspirin; it triggered the bad memory of her mother. She allowed herself to be gently rocked by Mrs. Potcia for a moment before she sniffed and stopped crying. Mrs. Potcia handed her a tissue and she blew her nose and wiped her cheeks.
“There now. Feel better?”
“Yes, Maria. Thank you for taking care of me.”
“Is OK. Come the bath is ready. Stand up please.”
Bella Lisa allowed Mrs. Potcia to slip her jeans and panties over her hips and off her legs. She picked up her clothes, including the ripped sweater and bra, and dropped them into a wicker basket in the far corner of the room. When Maria turned away from her, she looked down. Bella Lisa was amazed to see a hidden part of her body she had never seen before. The pink and swollen lips of her labia had opened outward, offering itself for all to see. It shimmered with wetness. The folds of her sex had peeled open, as if no longer hidden in shame but now quite excited, ready to show off and display its exquisite beauty to the world. Bella Lisa felt warmth there and a pleasant tingling sensation. She watched as another single droplet of creamy effluence slipped down the inside of her thigh. A door had opened within her and did not seem to be closing. This lovely part of herself had now come out of hiding. Once exposed, it did not seem to want to curl back in. Bella Lisa wished she was alone so she could give herself a release by stroking the sensitive wet folds of her sheath. Bella Lisa felt like a new person, standing naked, unashamed and fully aroused in front of a complete stranger.
This is who I am now…
Bella Lisa felt light headed as Mrs. Potcia guided her to the bathroom, up the steps and into the Jacuzzi.
“Water is OK, madam? Not too warm?”
“No, Maria. It feels fine.”
Mrs. Potcia poured out some fancy bath salts and they fizzled in the water. Bella shut her eyes and relaxed into the tub. She felt like a little girl again as she gave her body over to be washed. Mrs. Potcia squeezed a scented liquid soap on a soft bristled brush.
What was that smell?
In a soothing circular motion, Mrs. Potcia gently rubbed over her back, down both arms and legs and over her torso. She used a pitcher of fresh water to wash the suds from her skin. She squeezed some more of the same soap into a small cloth. Bella Lisa smelled pineapple, and then coconut.
Does he want me to smell like a Pina Colada?
Mrs. Potcia rubbed the lathere
d cloth under her arms and over her breasts. Bella Lisa noticed Maria didn’t seem the slightest bit uncomfortable touching her in such intimate areas. Mrs. Potcia squeezed out more of the scented soap on the cloth.
“Madam, would you like me to…”
“No, no. I’ll…do it, thank you,” Bella Lisa said, taking the cloth.
“I shampoo hair then, yes?”
“OK, Maria.”
Mrs. Potcia poured fresh warm water over her hair, careful to not get any in her eyes. She massaged into her wet hair some kind of salon shampoo.
What was the smell? Lavender? Jasmine?
After washing out the shampoo, Mrs. Potcia used a conditioner, rubbing it in. She stepped away from the tub for a moment to give her a moment of privacy. Bella Lisa tilted her pelvis up above the water’s edge and with the clothe she stroked herself through the folds of her still open sex and through the cleft between her cheeks. As she freshened up her intimate parts, her mind drifted from one sensual image to another.
First, she imagined the erections straining through the pants of the two men as they stared down at her breasts and nipples. She imagined the knife cutting cleanly and easily through her bra. It was as if the knife coaxed open the lips of her sex at the same moment it cut through her bra and exposed her breasts to their lustful eyes. Next, she flashed on her memory of spying on Williamson, picturing him in the reflection of the elevator’s mirrored door, alternatively lifting heavy weights in each hand, his massive blue veins running from the skin on his wrists, up his well-cut forearms and over his rounded biceps. Her eyes followed the rivers of blood downward as they coursed through his veins to his torso, admiring how his soaked designer polo shirt showed off his muscled chest and striated abs. As Mrs. Potcia returned to wash the conditioner out of her hair, she closed her eyes, no longer able to wait to touch herself. Remembering the clear outline of Williamson’s enormous erection as it snaked its way up his thigh, she easily slipped two and then three fingers inside her open lips and caressed herself underwater, finding the tender bud of her clitoris and stroking it with her thumb. Bella Lisa imagined walking into the Fitness Center and kneeling before him as he lifted the steel, rubbing her cheek against his black silk sweatpants, up his long thick shaft to the large rimmed crown, like a kitten rubs herself against her owner’s legs.