Office Slave II

by J. W. McKenna

  "When did you have sex with him?"

  Ellen nodded, remembering. His fingers returned to just touch her. “It actually was on that second date. He kept pushing and I kept giving in. But I don't mean he was pushy or overbearing or anything like that. He just seemed to know that I was willing to go along, a little at a time, until I was doing things that I never expected I would."

  "Such as?"

  "Well, we went out to dinner again. Only in the parking lot, he told me to remove my panties and hand them to him. I was shocked! But he didn't say it in a mean way. His voice was light, almost teasing, yet it had a firmness to it. I'm probably not explaining it well. I just felt compelled to obey. It was like a game to me in a way."

  His fingers parted her sopping wet labia and moved up and down, stopping just short of her clit. She tried to press her ass down farther into the couch to encourage him to touch her. She could come in an instant if he would only brush her clit. But he didn't and Ellen knew she had to continue her story.

  "I was embarrassed, of course, but I did it anyway. I half-turned away from him as I reached under my skirt to pull them down and he didn't object. It was awkward, doing it in the car. When I finally got them off, he held his hand out and I put them in it. I was so embarrassed! I could see a big wet spot even in the dim parking lot. I looked away, afraid of what he might say. He said, ‘Look at me,’ and I did. He put the panties to his face and breathed deeply. He had big smile on his face. I smiled back and felt better. He wasn't repelled by my dirty panties."

  "Dirty? You called them dirty. Why is that?"

  "Uh, I don't know. I had leaked all over them, they seemed soiled to me."

  "But that's just your natural lubricant. Do you feel dirty now?"

  His fingers felt good. “No. Of course not. That was back when I was just a kid."

  "Of course. Please continue."

  "We went inside. I felt so exposed! My skirt only came halfway down my thighs and I felt like anyone could tell that I had no panties on."

  "Did you feel ashamed?"

  "No, not really. I was with Roger, so I felt he would protect me."

  The doctor nodded thoughtfully. His fingers dug deeper into her pussy. She gasped and thought he would finally allow her to come, but he pulled out once again. She caught his eyes and knew he was waiting for her to continue.

  "At the table, there was a tablecloth that draped over, so after I sat, I felt less exposed. Then he leaned over and told me to spread my legs! I almost refused, but the cloth covered me so I thought, ‘What the heck.’ I could feel the air on my damp pussy and it excited me so much! I knew I was going to fuck him that night."

  "Did anything else happen during dinner?"

  Ellen blushed. “Yes. After the meal, when the waiter brought the check, Roger pulled out my panties and left them on the table! I guess they were part of the tip, I don't know. But I felt as if everyone's eyes were on me as we left.

  "We went back to his apartment that he shared with two other roommates. When we came in, I was ready to jump him, but his roommates were both there. I thought he'd just take me to his room. Instead, he had me sit on the couch and chat with everyone for a bit. But the couch was old and broken down, so I kinda sank into the cushions. I knew my pussy would be visible if my legs came apart, so I pressed my thighs together so hard I got a muscle cramp.

  "Roger got me a drink and as he handed it to me, his other hand reached down and touched my knees, putting his hand in between them and wedging them apart. It was clear he didn't want me to keep my legs so tightly together, so I allowed them to come apart, just a bit. He smiled and nodded. I don't know why I did it—I guess I was under his spell or something."

  "What did the roommates do?"

  "They paid a lot closer attention to me! I felt very sexy. I was hot and wet and I was ready for just about anything. I just put myself in Roger's hands.” She paused. “I guess I really was submissive."

  "Did Roger make you show more of yourself to his roommates?"

  "Not that night..."

  The doctor raised an eyebrow. “But there were other nights?"

  She hesitated. Dr. Butler immediately removed his hands. “Yes! There were other nights!"

  "Let's go back to that night—you said he made love to you then?"

  "Oh yes. After we had a beer and chatted—me with my legs open just enough to tease them—Roger took me into his room. He didn't even say anything, he just began taking off my clothes. I wasn't in any shape to refuse him! I wanted him bad! After we were naked, he laid me on the bed and entered me right away. I didn't mind because it was as if the whole night had been foreplay. I came about five times in a row."

  "We're you noisy?"

  Ellen ruefully nodded, her head cocked to one side. “Oh, yes. And the funny thing is, now that you mention it, when we were done and I sat up, I could see that Roger had left the door ajar! I'm sure his roommates heard everything!"

  "Did that excite you?"

  "Yes! And embarrassed me too. I was completely satiated by then, so I worried what they might think of me."

  "On subsequent nights—you said you showed more to the roommates?"

  "Yes. Roger made me. But he was right there, protecting me.” When the doctor didn't say anything and his fingers stopped, Ellen knew he wanted more. “He made me show them my breasts, one time.” The fingers returned briefly, then stopped again. “All right. I'll tell you all of it."

  She spread her legs for him so he could touch her clit again. “Roger said it turned him on to show me off. He said his roommates were good guys and that they would protect me too. He didn't have me strip down or anything, but he'd make me flash them, all the time."

  She blushed and shook her head. “Afterwards, he'd fuck me and I'd scream. I had very powerful orgasms. He never closed the door! He'd encourage me to be loud. At first, I was shy, but later I got to like it. Once...” she stopped, as if too shy to continue. The doctor teased her by just touching her clit, then pulling back. “Once,” she went on, “right after I had come and Roger was still inside me, I opened my eyes, I saw them at the door! Both roommates, just standing there! I tried to push Roger off, but he held me tight and began to stroke into me again. It felt so good! I found I no longer cared if they were watching and I can again, even harder."

  "So did they watch you regularly after that?"

  "Yes. But I wouldn't let them fuck me, even though I knew they wanted to."

  "And Roger didn't make you?"

  "No. I've always wondered what would've happened if he had."

  The doctor sat back. “You enjoy having someone in control—I'm sure you must be aware of that. That's what a submissive is."

  She immediately missed his fingers on her. “I ... I guess so. But Mr. Sawyer wasn't like Roger—I mean, at first. Jack forced me to become his slut."

  "I know. But not only did you ultimately like it, you needed it. That's why you stayed with him, later. Don't you see that?"

  The impact of his statement caused El to try to sit up, but Dr. Butler leaned toward her to press his hands down on her breasts, holding her in place. “Now, El, it's all right. I'm not trying to disturb you. I'm only trying to get you to see what you are. You must know by now that your subconscious used the excuse of being blackmailed to do what you really wanted to do."

  One of the doctor's hands again drifted down to her pussy and lightly stroked it. Any arguments that El might've had disappeared. She needed this, she realized. Not just from Mr. Sawyer, but from all men. Even the strangers her boss introduced her to. Even her psychiatrist.

  "I am a slut,” she whispered.

  "That's right. A submissive slut. You can't help yourself. You want this all the time. Admit it."

  "Yes.” His fingers brushed against her clit and she nearly came. She shuddered and grabbed his hand, meaning to press it against her cunt so she could climax, but the doctor pulled his hand away.

  "Please, doctor! You said I needed it!"

  "W
hat you really want is my cock. Say it."

  After so much teasing, Ellen didn't care how she came as long as she came. What's one more cock in her life? “I want your cock, doctor! Fuck me! Please!"

  "Shhh! Not so loud. We wouldn't want your ‘keeper’ to hear you, now would we?"

  El shook her head. “No, I'll be quiet. Please. Fuck me."

  Dr. Butler unzipped his pants and pulled down his underwear. He didn't bother removing any clothes; he just freed his cock and climbed up over El. He used his knees to press her thighs apart. His rock-hard cock hovered just in front of her sopping pussy.

  "It's okay to admit what you are. That's what psychiatry is all about—allowing you to be yourself,” he said, allowing just the tip of his penis to touch her. She gasped and nodded. “So don't feel bad about yourself, okay? Just enjoy it."

  With that, he plunged into her in one smooth motion. El gasped and came instantly. It was as if she had been waiting for days to climax. Her entire body shook and balls of light flashed before her eyes. She started to cry out, then bit hard on her lip to keep quiet. She feared Tami might come bursting in, probably armed. She might even shoot the good doctor.

  She hung onto him as he pumped, climbing immediately into another orgasm. This one was only slightly less powerful than the first, but when Dr. Butler suddenly erupted inside of her, she felt a new wave of emotion sweep through her. She hugged him close, trying to prolong the moment, even as the doctor struggled to free himself from her. He finally pulled out and stood up.

  "Do you feel better now, El?"

  "Uh huh.” She lay limp, like a puddle of humanity, without bones ... except, something was different. It wasn't the same with Dr. Butler as it had been with Mr. Sawyer. By all rights, it should've been. He was strong, she was weak. He was in authority, she was subservient. Yet Mr. Sawyer had something special that this man did not. She couldn't explain it any better.

  She watched as he straightened himself up, zipping up his pants and returning to his chair.

  "I'm afraid that's all the time we have. I'll give you a few minutes to recover. I'd like to see you again on Thursday, all right?"

  El nodded, pushing her doubts out of her mind for now. “All right, doctor."

  Dr. Butler looked at his watch the moment El, once fully dressed, closed the office door behind her. Five till eleven, he noted. I'm late. He went to the rear door of his office and opened it. As he expected, Bernie, his bookie, was standing there. Behind him was a large man the doctor hadn't seen before. Without waiting for an invitation, the men pushed past the doctor.

  "I hope you weren't eavesdropping,” he said sternly.

  "No,” Bernie said, chewing on a toothpick he seemed to keep constantly in one corner of his mouth. “I didn't hear any whack-job secrets, if that's what you mean."

  Oh, if you only knew, the doctor thought. “My patients aren't ‘whack-jobs.’ And I've told you before, I'd prefer you didn't come to my office."

  "I don't care what you want. You owe me money, so I'm going to come and collect whenever and wherever I want. Unless you wanna make arrangements to pay me on time."

  The doctor grimaced. His voice took on a pleading tone. “Look, Bernie. You know I'm good for it. Have I ever stiffed you?” He glanced up at the big man. “What's he for? You know you don't need muscle for me."

  Bernie shrugged. “You say that, doc, but here we are, three days later and you still haven't paid me. You owe me twenty large. By tomorrow, it will be twenty-four."

  "Twenty-four! Come on, Bernie! You can't demand that kind of interest! I ... I just got caught a little short. I was surprised Denver didn't cover the spread—they're doing really well this year. And they were playing Cleveland, for god's sakes!"

  Bernie held up a hand. “I'm not here to argue the merits of the bet. I want my twenty G's."

  Dr. Butler's eyes again went to the big man. He licked his lips. “Uh, I don't have all of it right now..."

  "How much you got?"

  "Nine thousand.” He went to his desk and pulled out an envelope. “I swear, I'll have the rest to you by, uh, tomorrow—Friday at the latest."

  "Like I said, tomorrow you'll owe me twenty-four.” He grabbed the envelope and began thumbing through the bills inside. “So you'll owe me fifteen more."

  "Hey, come on! I've been a good cust—” Butler shut up when the big man moved toward him threateningly. Bernie stopped the thug with one upraised hand.

  "Not yet, Bubba. The doc's still a good customer, as he says. But you should know,” he leveled his gaze at him, “that this is a business. Just like yours is a business. You don't let your patients stiff you, do you?"

  Of course not, he thought. But he said, “I've been known to work with my patients..."

  Bernie shook his head. “That's fine, if you want to run your business that way. I don't."

  The doctor racked his brain, trying desperately to convince Bernie not to charge him fifteen thousand more. Jesus! He knew it would be a stretch to raise eleven—he might be able to get that in a week. But fifteen! Shit! I'll never get ahead of this debt.

  An idea jumped into his mind and though he tried to reject it, he found his mouth opening anyway. “Wait! I know!” He glanced at the big man. “Uh, can we talk privately about something?"

  Bernie shook his head. “Uh uh. You got something to say, you say it to the both of us. I've seen too many desperate gamblers try to get me alone in order to conk me on the head."

  "Hey! I wouldn't do that!” The doctor would too, if he thought it would do any good. But he knew that would only get him into more trouble with Bernie's pals. “Uh, no, I was thinking...” He couldn't believe he was about to say. He was about to violate his doctor-patient privilege. “There's this patient of mine..."

  Bernie's face twisted up in confusion. “What?"

  "Wait! This is good. This girl—woman—who comes to see me. She's a nympho. How about if you come by Thursday and I'll let you fuck her ... ah, in exchange for not charging the extra, er, interest."

  Bernie laughed. “You actually see nymphos here? Jeez, maybe I'm in the wrong profession!” He laughed and Bubba laughed with him, a rumbling sound like thunder. “You think this broad's worth four G's interest? Come on, whatddaya take me for?"

  "No, really, she's a knockout! And she'll fuck you silly!"

  The bookie paused, his head cocked to his side. “No broad's worth four G's. I can get a great piece of ass for five hundred easily."

  "Bring your friends!” The doctor blurted before he could catch himself. He saw Bubba's pig eyes grow wide and the muscle man actually smiled a thin little grin, like a knife had just sliced his face.

  Bernie stared at him. “You'd actually give this broad over to us for fun and games, just to weasel out of four lousy grand?"

  "Uh, no, you can't take her away. It would have to be here. She's, uh, got a bodyguard.” Dr. Butler wished he'd never said anything now. He was just digging himself a deeper hole.

  "A bodyguard! What the hell for?"

  "Uh, she's a witness in a trial."

  The side of Bernie's face crinkled up in the semblance of a smile. “Maybe she's gonna testify against some friends of mine, huh? Maybe she might be worth more to me than a fuck, right?"

  "No, no! It's a sex trial. No, uh, professionals involved. You don't even know the poor shmuck she's going to testify against."

  "I know guys who run girls—I'll bet a pimp would pay good money to convince her not to spill her guts, huh?"

  "No! She doesn't have a real pimp. I mean, she's been working for this one guy and he turned her out, but not on the streets...” God, this was so hard to explain!

  Suddenly, Bernie snapped his fingers. “Hey, this wouldn't be that factory pimp job I've been reading about? The sex slave who embezzled?"

  Dr. Butler's shoulders slumped in defeat. He had hoped Bernie wouldn't learn the details. “Yeah. That's it."

  "You're seein’ the girl? The sex slave?” Bernie smiled broadly now. “Well
, that puts a whole different spin on things, doesn't it?” He sucked on his teeth. “But what about this bodyguard? It's a cop, right? That could be dangerous."

  "The cop waits outside for her. As long as you're quiet, you can do just about anything ... well, short of hurting her. I've already fucked her and she's a pistol, I can tell you. She's coming back on Thursday, same time."

  Bernie pondered it for a minute. He took one glance at the grinning Bubba for him to make up his mind. “OK, I'll tell ya what, doc. You give me an hour with her—me and Bubba here and anyone else I wanna bring—and I'll waive the extra four Gs.” He held up a hand. “Providing, of course, that you pay the remaining eleven grand by Thursday. Deal?"

  The doctor grimaced. “By Thursday? Uh, I don't know..."

  "Take it or leave it, doc. I'm giving up a lot for a little piece of ass, you know. The only reason I'm agreeing to it is, I like the idea of boinking someone kinda famous. I can read about her in the papers and laugh myself silly. That's worth four grand to me, but just barely."

  Dr. Butler shook his head. “Okay. It's a deal. Be out back at ten a.m. Thursday. Wait for me to bring you in. And remember, no rough stuff!"

  "Sure doc. Just don't forget to have my money or the deal's off."

  Chapter Nine

  Tami loosened her shoulder harness and eased it off her shoulder. Damn that felt good! It was like wearing a second bra, only not as forgiving. The weight of her pistol made her want to walk lopsided and she couldn't wait to take it off every evening. She was grateful her lieutenant told her to dress in plain clothes, but at least with the uniform, she could wear the gun on a wide belt. She had a clip-on holster, but found it didn't really fit with her suits.

  Unlike most female officers, Tami carried the five-shot Smith & Wesson Model 360, the Airlite .357 magnum. It was a smaller gun—a so-called “ladies” gun, yet it had real stopping power. She didn't want to be pumping bullets into some big ape who was charging her, hoping he'd stop before she ran out of bullets. One or two shots from a .357 would stop a charging lion.