Author: Bulgroz the Third
Title: LWE
Summary: What would you do if the girl on an escort service ad reminded you of a long-lost college crush? Stevie decided to call, only to discover that the service provided was of a rather special kind. 
Keywords: MF, Mdom, mc


				 LWE

			 By Bulgroz the Third



Stevie hesitates, finger poised over the doorbell ringer. This is
ridiculous, he thinks: she knows I'm coming, it's all been
arranged. Besides, were he to leave now, what would she think? That he
was a douche, that's what. Which is ironic, at some level. He rings.

Light footsteps from the other side of the door. Stevie hears the bolt
of the lock being pulled. The door opens.

"Honey, you're here!"

It's her. Good lord, it's really her. Laura. Before Stevie can say
anything, she throws her arms around his neck, and hugs him tight. He
feels her breasts against his chest. He is nervous. He must relax.

"Come in, come in. How was your flight?"

Laura closes the door behind Stevie after letting him in.

"I'm just finishing up in the kitchen. Care to keep me company and
tell me all about your trip? Your emails were too short."

Stevie watches her go, long brown hair swaying as she walks. She is
dressed casually with a light green tee-shirt and a pair of blue
jeans, a tight pair of jeans offering her rear as a treat as she
disappears through the swinging kitchen door.

Taking off his shoes, Stevie glances around the entrance. He stands at
one end of a hallway, a living room opening to the left, warmly
decorated in rich tones of red and brown. Stairs on the right lead up
to what he figures are the bedrooms. The hallway proper leads to the
kitchen, glimpsed when Laura went through its door. Stevie follows in,
nervous in spite of the warm welcome.

"Here, I poured you a glass of wine, to keep you distracted while this
finishes." She is stirring water into what smells like a mushroom
risotto. Two glasses filled with red wine sit on the counter. He takes
one.

"There, hold on, let me join you." Letting the risotto simmer, she
picks up the second glass and offers a toast.

"To your being back, and to a wonderful evening." They clink, then
drink. Laura looks at Stevie while she sips from the glass. Her eyes,
wide and green, are as beautiful as he remembers.

After putting her glass down and licking her lips, she takes a step
towards Stevie. She runs one hand gently along his chest. "A husband
shouldn't leave his wife alone for five months. It's just wrong." Her
voice goes down a few registers. "She has... needs... that must be
satisfied." She punctuates her sentence by tilting her head up and
kissing him, a slow lingering kiss. Her lips part, and her tongue
timidly sneaks out to caress him.

Stevie can feel her body against his, can feel her breasts once again
pressing on his chest, feel her thighs between his, not quite rubbing
his crotch but not keeping away either. His free hand wraps around her
waist, caressing it down to her hip.

"Mmm, I had almost forgotten how your hands feel." She leans out of
the embrace. "You look tense. Don't worry, I won't bite
you... much. Just sit down, drink, relax. We'll have a nice dinner,
catch up, and wherever the evening goes, well, it goes, okay?"

"Be our guest? Put our magic to the test?"

Laura smiles widely. "Exactly!" God, she was beautiful.

				* * *

Stevie came across the ad on craiglist early on a Sunday
morning. "Brunette, 5'6, 112 lbs, 35C, 29 yo, smart, funny,
cute. Flexible hours, in-call, city only. GFE, LWE. Laura."

There was a picture with the message, a shot of a woman, from the neck
down, naked but for a white thong and a pair of tall white heels. Her
back was to the camera, and something in the pose, the color of the
skin or the line of the legs caught Stevie's attention. Twenty-nine
years old, five foot six, brunette. That silhouette. Laura. It
couldn't be. Portland was a big place. And that was eight years
ago. Stevie paused, basking in old memories, old fantasies. Laura
Metkins, the girl of his dreams back in his college days. Beautiful,
funny, and with a body to damn one's soul. Every boy that met her had
fallen in love with her, Stevie included. She was smart and friendly,
and was studying psychology. She did not date a lot, or perhaps she
had just been discreet about it. Stevie himself had been way too shy
and intimidated to ask her out. They talked, were friendly, but
nothing more. Stevie had kept pinning for her from afar, fueling his
fantasies. He would often jack off to images of her, wondering what
she was like in bed. Not that he himself had much experience in that
domain to serve as a reference. While not a virgin since his late
teens, he had not had as much sex as he would have liked, and
certainly not as much as he had been led to believe he would have in
college. In truth, college had been rather too much like high school
for Stevie, but with harder classes. Laura, beautiful Laura,
long-legged Laura, had seemed to breeze through it all though.

He looked at the picture again, and knew right then and there that his
next jack off session would superimpose Laura's face on the luscious
body posing in the picture. He especially liked the white. The perfect
touch of innocence. Damn, he was hard already.

He noted the phone number, and searched a bit online. He logged into a
couple of sites he knew that hosted forums on escort services in and
around Portland with discussions and reviews. Nothing like the girl in
the ad stood out. He confirmed what he thought he remembered. GFE was
an abbreviation for Girlfriend Experience, an escort that for a
suitable fee would behave like a good girlfriend. A more personal,
more intimate, warmer experience: kissing, cuddling, playful
love-making. What one would expect an escort to provide in the first
place, really.

LWE, on the other hand, was a stumper. He could find no references to
it anywhere, and when he posted a question on the forum as to whether
anyone had any contact with this Laura and what LWE stood for, the
responses were best summarized by one Slim Jim's "Sorry dude, can't
help you. Tried calling a few times no callback. Never heard of LWE
either."

Stevie's own phone call two weeks later was more fruitful than Slim
Jim's.

				* * *

"My sister sends you a hug, by the way, and she's sorry she couldn't
be here tonight," says Laura between two mouthfuls of risotto.

"Oh, well thank you, and hug her back when you talk to her. How's she
doing?" Stevie is relaxing. The wine is definitely helping, and the
food is simply delicious. The conversation is going smoothly,
surprisingly enough, without any real direction. He has talked about
his trip, inventing details about Memphis and his customers there. As
expected, Laura does not seem to pick up on the fibs.

"She's doing okay. She came to visit for a few weeks, and she was a
real support through everything that happened these last few
months. Thank God she was there."

"Why, what happened? You didn't say a thing."

"Yeah, I was kind of waiting for the right time... I didn't want to
bother you while you were away and couldn't do anything." She looks at
her glass. "Though I'm not sure I'm quite drunk enough yet."

"We can take care of that easily enough." Stevie smiles, and pours her
some more wine. Laura smiles back, half-heartedly. "That bad, huh?"
says Stevie.

She drinks her wine down in one gulp. "Pretty bad, yes." She takes a
deep breath. "It was Rob, that little weasel of a supervisor at the
office. You know, I told you about him, he came up from San Diego
eight months ago, the one who's always sneaking glances at my legs..."

"Can't blame him, you have beautiful legs." Stevie is thinking of the
craiglist picture. His cock hardens immediately.

"Thank you. Still. He also likes to talk to my boobs..."

Stevie eyes sneak down to Laura's chest. Her tee-shirt does not let
him see anything, but he remembers how her breasts felt earlier when
they kissed. Neither large nor small, but firm and full. He wonders
what her nipples are like.

"Well, two months ago, he went from merely annoying to downright
harassing. He crossed the line in a bad way... He..." she drinks
again, has trouble continuing.

"It's okay, sweetie, you can tell me later, if you're up to it."

"I'm sorry. It's just that he made me feel so awful..."

"It's all right, let's switch to a happier topic. So, how's your
mother?"

Taken by surprise, still a bit frazzled by the discussion, Laura
guffaws, almost spilling her wine. "A happier topic?" But she's
smiling as she says that, and goes on to tell the recent tales of the
Metkins family.

Stevie, meanwhile, is thinking about Rob the harassing supervisor,
lecherously lusting over Laura's legs as she leans over, firm ass
towards the man, wearing only a pair of skimpy white thong and a tall
pair of white heels.

				* * *

It took six rings before the call was picked up. Stevie almost lost
his vodka-induced courage after the fourth ring, but inertia saw him
through.

Fully expecting an answering service, he was steeling himself to
launch into his rehearsed speech. He could therefore only stammer when
an actual human being, a man no less, answered. "Hello?"

"Huh, yes... huh... hi..."

"May I help you?" The voice was soft and deep.

"Hi, may I speak to Laura, please?"

"Laura is currently unavailable, but perhaps I can help. What is this
about?"

"Well, huh... I saw..."

"You saw her posting on craiglist."

"Yes... and... well..."

"And you were interested and curious and were thinking of perhaps
arranging a rendezvous of a sort?"

"Well... huh... yes... kindda..." This was terrible. Stevie, never the
most forward of men at the best of times, was feeling small and
ashamed and was madly hoping the man did not have caller ID. Fat
chance, he thought, despairing. He was ready to hang up.

"That can certainly be arranged. You are lucky. I am actually in
charge of seeing to Laura's appointments. I am her agent, if you
will."

"Okay, well, I'm not sure how to go about this. I haven't done this
much, you know, and..."

"All is fine. Not a problem. I can tell that you are a person of
interest. Put bluntly, I like you. So here is what I propose: How
about we meet, you and I, tomorrow, at a time and place of your
choosing, and we can discuss this. What Laura offers is
somewhat... unique, and requires a bona fide chat. Trust me, you will
not be disappointed."

"That LWE thing, right?"

"That LWE thing indeed."

Stevie suggested a late morning drink at a quiet cafe downtown, and
went to sleep thinking about the conversation. And he did jack off to
visions of his Laura posing, on display with a wanton look on her
face. He came as he imagined entering her from behind, her ass spread
wide before him.

The man from the phone, it turned out, was in his late forties, a tall
skinny gentleman with streaks of gray in his dark hair, impeccably
dressed. He called himself Volpinex. Stevie thought he only lacked a
British accent for the picture to be complete.

"I have a question, Mr Volpinex. Isn't this a lot of work for setting
up a simple... rendezvous?"

"Well, yes, it is. But you have to understand that the service we
provide is rather special. I view this as an investment. Most of our
clients tend to turn into regular customers."

"So, LWE...?"

"Indeed, LWE, or Lou-ee, as we have come to call it, the Loving Wife
Experience, the ultimate in escort service. All the benefits, none of
the inconveniences of the real thing. It is no more and no less than a
fully immersive fantasy, acted out within parameters you provide, and
using several proprietary psychological evaluation mechanisms that
ensure you the maximum satisfaction. This is what this interview is
all about, Mr Saxx, to assess what you want."

Stevie was taken aback. "I'm not sure what you mean, what I want?"

"I understand, Mr Saxx, it is difficult to launch so early into such a
difficult topic. Therefore, let us start slowly. Tell me about your
life, who you are, where you are going."

And Stevie spoke. Hesitantly at first, but steadily. He told of his
youth out in the midwest, a middle child in a fairly large family,
neither abused nor smothered, mostly left alone. He told of his high
school experiences, his tendency towards nerdiness that made social
interactions difficult, his awkwardness with girls; he even told of
his first experience with an older girl, who was not very attractive
and was drunk at the time. He had been drunk too, and it was late, and
it was dark in the little wood near the old mill where the end-of-year
party was held that spring, and he lost his virginity with his pants
halfway down his legs, an affair that must have lasted all of five
minutes. Volpinex listened to it all, attentive, empathic.

Stevie told of his college days, studying business and computer
science. He did not have the technical skills to be a star programmer,
and did not have the attitude and self-confidence to become an
entrepreneur. He would go on to work for a small computer support
business. Social interactions had been difficult, but he had developed
a small circle of friends, outcasts like him, and he had even managed
to get involved with two girls over his four years. The relationships
had not lasted. And, of course, there had been Laura.

Stevie sneaked a glance at Volpinex to gauge his reaction. Volpinex
did not seem surprised by the name coincidence, even after Stevie
described Laura in rather gushing terms that matched the picture in
the ad. Volpinex simply remained attentive to everything Stevie
said. Stevie continued explaining how he never had the courage to ask
Laura out, and that he had settled for being on friendly speaking
terms. She would come hang out with the CS folks once in a while, as
she had a few good friends in the group. Stevie, who did not actually
interact much with other CS students, would somehow manage to be there
when she was. Then graduation had come and gone, and Laura had moved
to Portland to work for a drug company, and Stevie had kicked around
the midwest for half a year before also finding a job around
Portland. He admitted that Laura was a part of that decision, but it
had been seven years now, and he had never summoned the courage to
call her.

Volpinex looked at Stevie quietly for several seconds before
speaking. "Thank you, Mr Saxx, this has been very helpful. You have
led a very interesting life. I do have a few questions for you
now. First, what attracts you in a woman? What is it that makes you
stop and pay attention?"

Stevie sat silent, not knowing how to answer.

"Let me give you an example," continued Volpinex. "Let me tell you
what I find attractive in a woman. It is subtle. She has to be
beautiful, of course, and I prefer them tall and voluptuous. Which you
probably could have guessed. I also prefer redheads. But more
importantly, much more importantly, I like strong women. Women that
know who they are and what they want, and who are not afraid to take
it. The quiet self-confidence that reflects itself in the angle of the
head as they walk, the stride they take, the clothes they wear. And in
bed, let me guarantee you, they are breathtaking. They are so
comfortable with who they are that they can offer themselves without
shame. The last woman I have spent the night with was a high-powered
lawyer that made it through sheer force of will and hard work. We went
at it the whole night; she was insatiable. I will cherish the memory
of her with her short skirt bunched around her waist, legs spread,
begging me to enter her and take her already."

Stevie's eyes were wide, his breath short. "And Laura, is she... is
she strong?"

"Laura," Volpinex smiled, "is special. Laura can be anything you want
her to be. And I do mean anything."

Anything.

"But the question is, Mr Saxx, what would you like her to be? What do
you like? Describe the perfect date. A movie with a scene you like
with a girl you liked, a scene that made you think 'Yes, I want her.'
Perhaps a scene in a book?"

It took a while, but eventually Volpinex managed to get Stevie to
talk. Mostly through references to movies and books, Stevie talked
about what he liked in a girl, physically as well as mentally. He
talked about the women he had been attracted to, real or fictional. It
took longer to get Stevie to open up about his deep-seated
fetishes. But skillful Volpinex managed even that.

				* * *

Dinner finished, Laura suggests they adjourn to the living room for
coffee and desert. Stevie gladly agrees, mollified by a very pleasant
meal.

"Please put on some music, I'll be right there," says Laura.

Stevie finds a wide selection near the sound system. Five shelves of
compact discs, holding everything from classical music to jazz to folk
music. After thumbing through the selection, Stevie picks up a Sinatra
compilation, spends a few minutes figuring out exactly how the sound
system works, and manages to get music coming out of the speakers,
just in time to greet Laura bearing a tray with coffee and pastries.

"Ol' Blue Eyes, very nice choice," she says, putting the tray on the
low coffee table. She kneels beside it, fussing with the sugar. "Two
cubes, right?"

"Yes." Behind her, above her, Stevie is enthralled by her hair, a
lightly waved curtain of hazelnut draping down to her shoulders. He
gets the urge to run his hands through it, reaching down towards her
neck to cup her face, lift it up, kiss her again. And he can, he
realizes. He just can. And she may even welcome it.

"Earth to Stevie. You there?"

Stevie snaps back to the here and now. Laura is looking up at him, a
smile floating on her lips, amusement glittering in her green eyes.

"Sorry, I was... distracted."

"Well, get over here and let me serve you some coffee."

"You don't have to..."

"But I like being on my knees, serving you."

Stevie near blushes, and Laura starts to laugh.

"Just sit down and get your mind out of the gutter."

Stevie obeys, and looks at her as she pours the coffee into two
cups. She gives him one. Laura remains kneeling by the table, hands
folded around her cup as if to warm them up. She is looking at Stevie,
a steady gaze. After a while, she breaks eye contact, pulls the cup to
her lips and takes a sip. Her eyes remain down as she continues the
story she started over dinner.

"It was two months ago that Rob... crossed the line. I suppose it was
my fault. Maybe I shouldn't have been dressing the way I did, or
acting the way I acted. I guess it's all academic now, anyways. What's
done is done, alea jacta est and all that jazz, right?

"I told you Rob was always looking at my legs. Of course, he was not
the only one. I had quite a number of admirers that would swing by my
desk under some pretext or another, to sneak a peek at my gams. And I
was more than happy to oblige. It was all friendly fun, and I think
they all realized it. I had made it very clear that I was married,
happily so, and all the boys gawked and flirted but did not push the
envelope. But boy, did they look, and did I let them! I would turn
towards them when they came to chat me up, and cross my legs, and I
could see their eyes unashamedly rise up from my high heels up my
calves to my crossed knees, up my thighs to where my skirt would have
risen, and it was usually fairly high. Sometimes, my legs were bare,
and the boys had in front of them a nice expanse of white thigh; at
other times, I wore thigh highs, and the lace band would often
show. Partly because I would let it. I think the boys really like
that. Why wouldn't they?

"You remember the skirts I liked to wear? Hell, you chose half of them
when we went shopping. Most of them barely reached mid thigh, and many
of them would flare up when I walked. I must have been quite a sight
when I leaned over to pick up files in low drawers and believe me, I
would bend at the waist not at the knees. I think that often my skirt
rose enough for everyone to see my panties, and given that I usually
wore skimpy thongs, they got quite an eyeful. It made me so hot to
know they were watching, that they would go home and jerk off to my
memory, or even better, fuck their girlfriends or wives while
imagining that it was me under them, squirming, moaning, coming. It
made me so hot I would almost go off to the restroom and jill off. But
I held it in until I got home, so you and I could share in those
stories. You remember the stories I used to tell you about what my
coworkers would do to me? I had fun trying to get you to come before
you'd even entered me.

"I kept it up while you were gone, I could not resist. Rob was the
most fun to tease, and I think I pushed way too hard. I'd make sure to
cross my legs especially high when I was in a meeting with him,
sitting on the couch in his office, heels dangling from the tip of my
foot. I got a sense quite early on that he liked bare legs, and that
he liked breasts. So I made sure I had no stockings on those days, and
that I was wearing one of my tightest blouses unbuttoned just enough
to be decent and a pushup bra that would push my boobs up. I never had
the gall to go without a bra. Not that it would have changed much
anyways.

"Rob was the most avid leerer of them all, but he never once
approached me, never once flirted with me, never made a pass at me. I
suppose he thought I was out of reach, but then again he must have
known I was fairly agreeable. I mean, he must have seen how I acted
with the others. But no, he never made a move, never said a word. He
only leered from afar. Eventually, the fun turned a bit sour with
him. I would feel my skin crawl when he looked at me, like he was
undressing me with his eyes and having particularly nasty
thoughts. While having men fantasize about me turned me on, I got the
sense that his private fantasies where especially demeaning. And, as I
was to discover, I was right.

"One morning, about two months ago, Rob called me into his office, a
not uncommon occurrence. I remember I was wearing a favorite outfit of
mine, a white sleeveless blouse, tight, with a rather conservative
neckline, and a black pencil skirt that ran down almost to my knees,
with a slit on the side that went up my thigh to my hip. The skirt was
so tight that I could hardly take steps long enough to walk properly.

"I shivered when Rob slowly ran his eyes from my heels up my legs to
my boobs, staying there for a long while, drinking them in. I was
surprised by his boldness. Only when his eyes went up to my face,
taking in my hair tied up in a bun, did he look at me in the eyes. He
had not asked me to sit yet, and he looked like a cat having caught a
spider, savoring the moment before lifting a paw and eating the poor
thing. I feared I was the spider.

"Rob did not waste any time before tipping his hand. He asked me to
close the door. I did, feeling his eyes on my ass. 'Laura', he said,
'you have been with this company for how long, seven years?' 'Yes,
seven year,' I replied. 'Yet it seems those years were not enough to
cement loyalty, were they?' he said. 'I don't understand,' I
said. Without saying a word more, he swiveled the flat screen monitor
on his desk towards me. It was playing a video capture of the CCTV
cameras in the office, and you could see me reaching into the petty
cash box kept at the bottom of the boss' drawer.

"I was still struggling to try and understand. 'Yes, Mr Lutz, my old
boss, would often send me off on errands. He'd ask me to take the
money out of the petty cash box.' It's true. I loved doing favors for
Mr Lutz. He was such a dear old man, reminded me more of a grandfather
than a high-level manager. I was sorry to see him go, especially
considering his replacement.

"Rob gave me a thin rapacious smile. 'Yes, well, since Mr Lutz is no
longer with us, since he was asked to leave to avoid facing charges of
fraud, you will understand that his word would not count for much,
even if we were able to get it.' He steepled his fingers together in
front of his chin. 'Now, the interesting thing, Laura, is that money
has gone missing from the petty cash box pretty consistently for the
past several months, long after Mr Lutz left us. And who happens to
have keys to both this office and this desk, Laura?' I frowned. 'Well,
I do, Rob, you know that, but I haven't touched the box since the last
time Mr Lutz asked me to. I have no need for....' Rob interrupted me
with an abrupt gesture. 'Save it. Between the missing cash, this video
of you dipping into the box, and Mr Lutz's statement that he
generously signed before he left implicating you in the whole sordid
business, I have plenty enough to sack you and sufficient evidence to
charge you with fraud. Fancy a trip to jail, Laura?' Rob was smiling,
hands back to a steeple. It struck me then how much he resembled a rat
with his thinning hair combed back against his head, small round
glasses hiding beady little eyes, a long thin nose and pointed
chin. This I noticed, without actually being able to process what he
had just said. Jail? Did he say jail?"

Laura is gripping her coffee cup tightly at this point, her eyes fixed
on some distant point beyond the table, beyond the floor. Stevie's
cock is hard, harder than he remembers it ever being.

"I was near panicking. I did not know what was happening, all I knew
is that I had done nothing wrong. Rob kept going. 'It's a lot more
than just my word against yours, my dear little Laura. Still, it would
be a shame to see you go. You bring such a... pleasant distraction to
our dreary office life. Perhaps we can come to a little arrangement?'
Shaken, I looked at him. I swear he had a gleam in his eyes, like they
were watering, or something. He still had his hands steepled in front
of his face, but they seemed tense. I did not pick up on this then, of
course. I was way too out of it. 'An arrangement?' I said. Rob replied
slowly, 'Yes, an arrangement. As in, you are nice to me and I am nice
to you in return. As in, you are nice to me and I do not fire you and
do not bring charges up against you. That seems eminently reasonable,
no?'

"I felt dumb, unable to process anything. 'Nice? How do you want me to
be nice?' Rob laughed softly, shaking his head. 'Laura, Laura,
Laura. Do I really have to spell it out for you? You like to come to
this office and tease everyone. All I want you to do is to cash in on
your teasing, so to speak. With me. You do as I say, you keep me
happy, and you remain here working, and out of jail. As I said,
reasonable.'

"Sex. He wanted sex. Of course. The thought of touching him revolted
me. I kept trying to think of alternatives, but I could see no way
out. I had done nothing wrong, but no one would believe me, I was
sure. As I stood there, motionless, trying to think everything over
but really going in circles in my own head, Rob was staring at
me. Finally, he spoke up. 'I don't have all day, Laura. You'll have to
decide now whether this arrangement is agreeable to you. Please take
off your blouse and bra. Now.' Oh God, I thought.

"I stood there for what felt like a long time before my fingers
reached up for the buttons of my blouse, almost of their own
volition. I was someone else. I was somewhere else. This body was not
mine, it was just a shell. I undid all the buttons, and pulled the
blouse off. I had worn a nice bra that morning, a white lace demi cup
that barely covered my nipples. I reached behind me, unhooked it, and
it fell on my feet. I went to cover my breasts, but Rob told me to
stop and put my arms down my sides and push my chest out. The cold air
made my nipples stick out. I was standing half naked in front of my
boss, dressed only in a tight skirt and heels, and the shame of it all
was burning through me. I had gotten off on teasing my colleagues, all
in good cheerful fun for all concerned, but this was no teasing, and
no fun.

"Rob was devouring me with his eyes. I got the feeling he was
controlling himself, that otherwise he would have just jumped on me. I
don't know where the thought came from, but it was there, clear as
daylight, and I got scared. Scared of what that man could do to me.

"He stood up slowly, and walked around his desk towards me. I braced
myself for him to grab me, but he did not. He circled me, looking at
me and detailing me like I was some prized animal at an auction. He
was behind me when I felt him lean over and whisper in my ear, so
softly I had to strain to hear, 'You've been teasing me for the last
several months, the high and mighty and untouchable Laura. And now
you're going to pay up. You'll be doing all the things you've been
promising with your body, all of them. You'll be my little whore,
Laura. You thought you could flaunt your tight little body, flash some
leg, show some tit, have us all drooling and then disappear to your
safe little home and your safe little husband? Think again,
Laura. Now, turn around and kiss me, and you better put some feel into
it. You don't want to get on my bad side!'

"I swallowed, closed my eyes, then slowly spun around to face him. He
was slightly taller than I was, even in my heels. He did not move,
only looked at me. Taking a deep breath, I reached up and put my lips
on his. I don't know what I was expecting, foul breath or what, but
his lips were in fact soft and his breath smelled of spearmint. I
kissed him very lightly at first, then remembered his admonition, and
started tonguing him. I hated it, but I must have put in a good show,
because he seemed to get into it, his tongue roughly invading my
mouth, his teeth nipping at my lips.

"He pulled back abruptly. 'Damn, you kiss nice, Laura. Now, get on
your knees, take out my dick, and suck me like the whore you are.'
There it was, without sugar coating, without any pretense. I knew
something like that was coming, but knowing didn't make hearing the
words out loud easier. I wanted to scream that I was not a whore, but
I was too scared. I also realized at that point that I would not be
able to kneel in my current attire. I could not help but blush knowing
what I needed to do. I reached down and with difficulty pulled my
skirt up my legs; I would be damned if I disrobed further before Rob
without him asking. He looked down, smiling, as my legs were
revealed. He ran his eyes on my thighs as my skirt went up past them,
and I felt almost naked, even though I had shown as much leg if not
more on previous occasions at work. But this was different. With my
skirt up to my hips, I slowly went to my knees. Rob had unbuttoned his
pants and taken them and his shorts down. His cock was sticking
straight out, angry looking. It was not very large, but it was long
and thin."

Stevie is holding his breath at this point, the coffee cup in his
hands all but forgotten, threatening to start shaking at any
moment. He can just picture Laura slowly lifting her tight skirt up
her long delicious legs before kneeling down in front of her
boss. Stevie's cock is throbbing, straining hard against his pants. He
wonders how she would look kneeling like that before him. He snaps
back to the present to find Laura staring at him from behind the
coffee table. A smile is hovering on her lips. But she says nothing,
and continues her story.

"I must have knelt without moving for too long, because Rob got
angry. 'Come on, you little whore, I told you to suck my dick!'

"Slowly, I reached with a hand, and softly pulled his foreskin
back. He was not circumcised, and his cock head emerged, red, hard,
puckered. I wondered about diseases. But I didn't have much time to
contemplate the issue because I felt Rob pull my hair out of its bun,
wrap his hand around it, and pull my head back forcefully. 'Listen,
little whore, I said suck my dick, and you're going to do it, right
now, and you're going to do it well. You're good looking, but I don't
have any time to waste on you, so either you do it now, or you're
out. Do you understand?' Still unable to speak, I struggled against
his grip to nod. 'Good, now get to it.'

"He released his grip and in a bit of a daze I reached over and took
his cock between my lips. Again, I was surprised by how clean it
was. I guess I was expecting it to smell or taste awful, but no, it
smelled like soap. That made it easier. I closed my eyes, and sucked
gently. In and out, running my tongue on the underside of the head on
the way in, sucking hard on the way out, all the while jacking off the
half of his cock that I could not get into my mouth. In and out his
cock went.

"Thankfully, he seemed content to stand back and let me drive. He
barely moved, and did not try to shove his cock in me. I could
concentrate on doing a good job. My goal was to make him come as fast
as I could and get out of there. I gave him one of my best blow
jobs. You would have been proud. I gave him a blow job that would make
strong men fall to their knees."

Laura looks at Stevie when she says that, then pointedly shifted her
gaze down to his cock, which is forming a tent in his pants. Stevie
looks down, apologetic, and feels he must say something.

"I'm sorry... I know it must have been terrible for you. I'm sorry
about... this reaction. It's just that... well... the story is pretty
hot, and..."

"And it turns you on, doesn't it? Well, perhaps it's just as
well. Perhaps there's a way to milk some good out of a bad
situation. I mean, it happened, there's no changing that, and maybe
this is a way to exorcise it."

Stevie looks up and stares into Laura's green eyes. She's still
holding her coffee cup, and brings it to her lips, sipping slowly. A
thin sliver of foam coats her upper lip, and Stevie fights the urge to
lick it off. "What... what do you mean?"

Laura's smile gets positively wolfish. "Well, how about I show you
exactly what I did to Rob? That would take care of your problem
there," as she nods towards his erection, which responds by jerking
twice. "And besides, I've been wanting to jump your bone ever since
you walked through the door."

Stevie swallows. There is no decision to be made. His cock has decided
for him. "That... that would be great." Way to go, loverboy. "How do
you want me?" Yeah, real smooth.

Laura seems not to notice, or care. She puts down her cup and stands
up slowly, seductively. "Oh, you just stay right there, nice and
comfy, and I'll take care of everything." She makes her way to the
couch. But instead of sitting next to Stevie, she kneels next to
him. "I don't have quite the outfit in the story, though. I hope
you'll forgive me." Almost shyly, she reaches for Stevie's hard-on,
gently rubbing it through his pants. Stevie worries about coming right
then and there. He is not sure he could live with the ensuing
embarrassment.

Laura leans over, bringing her face to within inches of his. "Well, of
course, I do have the outfit upstairs. Perhaps I should go and put it
on? A reenactment of a sort, except with the man I love instead of an
old dirty bastard?" Her lips find his, and they kiss. Laura's tongue
is hard, aggressive, dominating. Meanwhile, her hand is busily
unhooking his belt and unzipping his pants. Before long, Stevie is
left panting and half naked from the waist down, cock pointing
straight up in the air.

"Hello there," says Laura, wrapping her small hand around the
throbbing erection. It jerks in response, and she lets out a
giggle. "So where were we? Ah yes, I was on my knees in front of Rob,
skirt around my hips, boobs out, and sucking on his cock and giving
him the best blow job I could. Like this." She dives onto Stevie's
cock and in one smooth motion sucks him in. The feeling is incredible;
her mouth is warm and moist and soft. Then Laura starts sucking, and
the sensation leaves the realm of what Stevie can make analogies
to. He closes his eyes, leans back against the couch, and just revels
in the feel of Laura's lips and tongue. She bobs her head slowly,
methodically, once in a while reaching up with her free hand to push
her hair from her face. Two silver bracelets on her wrist jingle every
time she does so.

After a few minutes, Laura interrupts her sucking, and lifts her head
up. Her mouth is shiny from her actions. She is slowly jacking
Stevie's cock, equally slick and shiny, as she continues the account
of her encounter with her boss.

"As I said Rob was happy to just get himself blown, and I could
concentrate on sucking him off the best I could. I'd lookup once in a
while, and he had his head thrown back, and I bet his eyes were
closed. He was enjoying himself, the bastard. And I kept going, kept
sucking him off. He must have been very aroused, because he did not
last long. I started to feel the telltale signs that he was about to
come: his cock was getting ever harder, his balls were tightening, and
his hips were making little jerky movements in time with my mouth.

"'Fuck, gonna come, gonna come...' he croaked. 'Tits, gonna come on
your tits...' Fine with me, I thought. I was worried he'd want to come
in my mouth.

"I pulled him out, and started jerking him off rhythmically, pointing
him at my chest. I was standing straight on my knees, bringing my
breasts closer to him. With a groan, he finally came, and like a
slo-mo movie I saw his jizz spurt out and hit me. There was quite a
lot for an old guy. My chest was drenched. Rob staggered and reached
to his desk for balance. I admit that through my disgust and shame, I
was strangely proud that I had done well. I guess the mind grabs onto
anything to maintain some sanity."

Laura keeps on playing with Stevie's cock as she talks, and he has no
difficulty imagining tits covered with her boss' semen.

"I wonder if I can make you stagger too," says Laura, a twinkle in her
eye. She then dives back onto Stevie's cock. And very nearly takes him
all the way in. She raises her head up, takes a breath, then goes down
again. Stevie can feel her gag a little as the head of his cock goes
in deeper than he thought possible, but the feelings of her mouth on
him are so overwhelming that any concern he might have soon evaporates
under the onslaught.

If Laura was giving him a loving blow job before, she is now way
beyond into the realm of professional throat jobs. She repeatedly
forces her face down on Stevie's cock, taking him in all the way down
until her lips hit his pubes, holds the position for a few seconds
while her throat massages him before pulling out slowly, sucking hard
and flicking her tongue under his cock. When only the head of his cock
remains in her mouth, she forces her head down again, and the cycle
repeats.

Stevie has never felt anything like that. He has lost control of his
hips, which rise up unbidden to thrust against Laura's face as she
goes down on him. Far from bothering her, it seems to spur her on as
she moans and increases her rhythm to meet his thrusts.

Stevie does not last very long. He can feel his cock harden, seeking
release. "Laura... I'm going to..." He doesn't have time to finish,
but finishing is not necessary because Laura knows full well what is
happening. She times herself perfectly and jams Stevie's cock deep in
her mouth when he comes, and keeps it there, noisily swallowing the
jets of come that pour out of him. That she does not choke is
impressive.

When Stevie is emptied out and his cock becomes too sensitive, she
slowly pulls back, using her tongue along the length of his still hard
cock, making him shiver.

"Yum," she says. "That was good, thank you."

"No, thank you. That was... fantastic."

Laura laughs. "Glad you liked. And that should help you last longer
later when we get to more serious business later." She grins as she
says that.

Swinging around on the couch, she aligns herself next to Stevie and
cuddles up next to him. "To finish the story of my first encounter
with Rob, he basically told me that I had done well, and to get
dressed. 'But don't wipe yourself. I like the thought that you'll be
spending the day with my cum drying on your tits.' I did not relish
the idea, but did not complain, and I put on my bra and blouse back on
and tried to make myself presentable again.

"Rob was not done just yet. As I was leaving his office, he stopped
me. 'Laura, as you can imagine, things will be different from now
on. I want you to continue dressing like a little teasing whore, but
now you'll also act like one. Every morning when you get in, you stop
by to see me. And I will sometimes keep you after work for
some... overtime. Remember, you do as I say, when I say it, without
arguments. Your job now is to keep me happy. It's that, or the
police.' Not knowing what to say, I said nothing, and just left.

"And that was the first day of my ordeal, two months ago." Laura falls
silent. Stevie, despite having just come, is still turned on. Laura is
warm next to him, and her skin where his hand is resting is soft to
the touch. Incredibly, he feels himself slowly getting hard again.

Just at that moment, a bell goes off in the kitchen. Laura jumps
up. "Aha, desert is ready. Well, part one of the desert, that is." She
scampers off to the kitchen, and Stevie watches her go, finding even
the way she moves sexy.

She comes back with a kind of hot chocolate pudding that Stevie has
never heard of but discovers he likes. They chat a bit more, Laura
having resumed her place sitting on the floor by the coffee table
facing Stevie. They chat about everything and nothing, the latest
movies watched, the latest books read ("I'm the hugest Kathy Reichs
fan," pipes Laura), the latest blogs followed. Stevie wants to steer
the conversation back to her supervisor, but cannot quite find the
right way to do so.

Eventually, during a lull in the conversation, as Laura is serving
herself another small portion of the chocolate pudding ("Gotta watch
that waistline," she laughs, while Stevie tries not watch it any
harder), he asks what he felt was a safe question.

"So, you said that everything's over, and you're clearly not in
jail. Unless the cops are on their way over now..." He say this
jokingly, but as he says it a creeping doubt makes its way down his
spine and settles in the pit of his stomach.

"No, the police is not on its way. I wish I could say that I was brave
enough to face up to Rob, but I wasn't. It was a colleague of mine
that basically got him. That was three weeks, after more than a month
of me... seeing him. I think he overreached himself. Maybe the power
he had over me got to him. I mean, I really did everything he asked me
to do, and I did a lot. I..." She stops, takes a breath, reaches for
the glass of port that she had served to go with the
pudding. "Anyways. He tried to blackmail another girl in the office,
Serena. Except he did not scare her as much. Or she was stronger than
I was. Whatever the reason, she did not take it. I don't know what
happened exactly, but a few hours after she came out of his office,
her hair disheveled and face flushed in a way that I had come to
recognize as how I looked after I was done with a session with Rob,
the police came barging in. I almost collapsed when I saw them, so
sure I was that they were coming for me. But no, they came for
Rob. They burst into his office, I heard a scuffle, and they escorted
him out, handcuffed and looking small and miserable. Serena was
watching him go by, triumphant, talking to an officer. I was rooted to
my desk, stunned, not knowing what to do. I could feel Rob's jizz
running down my leg from our session that morning. He had forbidden me
to wear underwear at work, and as usual he had forbidden me from
wiping myself off. I generally avoided cum stains on my skirts by
simply lifting them before sitting down and using a towel on my desk
chair.

"So there I was, trying to figure out what to do, staring blankly at
my computer monitor, and I felt a presence and Serena was there,
standing beside my desk. I glanced up at her, and I must have looked
as scared as I felt, because she gave me a warm smile before handing
me a large envelope. 'This is what the bastard had on you. It wouldn't
have been enough to press charges, but you don't have to worry about
it anymore. It's over, Laura. Over.' I didn't know what to say or how
to react, it was all too much. I mumbled a thank you, staring at the
envelope. Eventually, when everyone had gone and some suit from upper
management appeared to take over temporarily, I grabbed the envelope,
cleared up my desk, and made to quit on the spot. I don't know how
much of what Rob had done had filtered up the management ladder, but
they convinced me to stay, offering me a bonus and a transfer and a
long vacation. I suppose they were worried I'd sue their asses
off. Perhaps I should. But I was just happy to be out of there, to be
done with it all. I called my sister, and spent the last few weeks
recovering. And then you came back." She looks up at Stevie and
smiles. "And you being around makes everything better."

Stevie returns her smile, unsure of the best answer. Laura stands up,
and after circling the coffee table leans towards him to plant a kiss
on his lips. "And to reward you for being such a good husband, I will
go and prepare the second part of your desert. Just stay here until I
call you." She kisses Stevie again, this time more forcefully, and he
feels his cock respond. Laura looks down at it, smiles, then turns
around and heads for the stairs.

				* * *

Volpinex was not taking any notes while Stevie talked, but Stevie had
the distinct impression that no notes were needed, that Volpinex was
filing every scrap of information away.

"So, Mr Saxx, five years ago you stumbled onto online erotic
literature, and you basically never looked back."

"You could say that."

"And you seem drawn to heavy control stories, where a woman is made to
act against her will. Blackmail stories. Forced submission stories."

Stevie looked around nervously, fearing someone could overhear
them. More people have been crowding the coffee house while Voplinex
and he were chatting, but no one was paying them any attention.

"Do you have a favorite site, Mr Saxx, one that you feel reflects your
likes well?"

Stevie was reluctant to say.

"Come now, Mr Saxx. My purpose here, my sole purpose is to help you
get a better experience. Knowing what you like will make this process
both easier for all concerned and more enjoyable for you."

Stevie looked at Volpinex a second. "I like Dijan's site."

"Dijan's Understories, yes. Any favorite authors, favorite stories?"

"Huh, I don't remember exactly... it's hard to... I guess 'Better Than
Prison' comes to mind, I don't recall who by. I remember it 'cause it
was never finished. But I've been hoping... And there's another one,
by Marissa, I think, or Melissa..."

"Marlissa, yes, 'The Mortgage'. A good story. A classic. Yes, I see. I
will ask you to send me a list, again to help me help you. Trust me,
it will only make your experience that much more intense. Now, let's
see if I can guess where this is going. In those stories, you do not
identify with the strong alpha male, do you? The man in charge, who
sees something he likes and just goes for it?"

Stevie could not keep from blushing, and for a second, a flash of
anger sparked deep inside him, only to fade quickly. Stevie sighed,
and took a long time to answer. Volpinex waited, patiently.

"No," said Stevie, at last, "I don't. In those stories, I am the
boyfriend, the husband, who sees his girlfriend or wife being abused
by some bastard and cannot help."

Volpinex's voice was soothing, almost hypnotic. "It is more than that,
though, is it not? You could help, but really, you do not wish to. You
enjoy playing the cuckold, do you not? You enjoy being made to watch
your significant other abused. Do you know why, Mr Saxx? I believe I
know why.

"An easy guess would be that, at some level, you feel you deserve to
be treated that way, but that's armchair psychology at its worse. No,
I believe you enjoy the role because you are angry, Mr Saxx. Angry at
having been ignored, abused, treated as inadequate for most of your
life, first by girls and later by women. And this is your revenge. Not
the angry explosive revenge of a warrior, but the clammy slithering
revenge of a coward. E tu, Iago? You cannot take your revenge
directly, but instead let someone else do it for you. That is what
turns you on, what makes you hard, Mr Saxx, the thrill of indirect
revenge, the righteousness of transposed wrath. You fantasize about
fantasizing that you are an abusing bastard by watching someone being
abused by such a bastard."

Stevie felt it deep inside in gut, the burning. He wanted to respond,
to tell Volpinex off, but he did not. The burning lingered while
Stevie looked at Volpinex for several seconds before casting his eyes
down and mumbling something indistinctive.

"There it was, Mr Saxx, there it was. The anger. You felt it, did you
not, down there? But it would not come out. It never comes out. Even
when someone purposely insults you, to your face. And you know what,
Mr Saxx?"

Stevie looked up, silent.

"You know what? It is okay. I do not care. I do not care why you feel
the way you do, all I want is for you to get your money's worth, to
get the best experience of your life, so that you will come back again
and again. I will be honest with you, Mr Saxx. I want you to be a
satisfied customer, because a satisfied customer is a regular
customer. And for me, that means understanding what makes you
tick. Beyond that, you will get no judgments from me."

Volpinex leaned back in his chair, letting his words sink in.

"But it is more than that, is it not?" continued Volpinex. "If it were
just revenge, it would be boring, would it not? No, there is more
going on here. It is the cowardice that is key. You are fearful, Mr
Saxx, scared. What you fear is Lilith, were I to hazard a
guess. Lilith, the Feminine, Woman. Your mother did an impressive job
on you."

Stevie reacted to that, but before he could voice an actual protest
Volpinex stopped him with a wave of the hand.

"Again, no offense intended, Mr Saxx. I only wanted to point out that
you are not responsible for what you are, what you have become. You
are a product of your genes, as well as your childhood
environment. And, I reiterate, it is okay. What is important to me are
the conclusions to draw from this data. You have strong submissive
tendencies, you especially enjoy when a woman takes the initiative,
when she takes control, when she orders you around, but at the same
time, you resent it. It is this contrast, Mr Saxx, this constant clash
between your fear, your anger, your thirst for payback, and your
desire for maternal love that sends your emotions into high gear. You
get off on the desire, the hope, the knowledge that your partner,
whomever she is, will love you and cherish you and want you, but also
that she will get what is coming to her, not by you, by someone
stronger than you, that she will be made to crawl, to surrender. Am I
close, Mr Saxx?"

Stevie did not answer, but the flush of his face, not to mention the
iron bar in his pants, spoke for him. Volpinex smiled.

"Perfect, Mr Saxx, perfect. I believe I have most of what I need. If
you could send me the information I asked you earlier, the stories
details, I can refine your experience. We will worry about payment
later. Shall we set a date, then, when you can meet the charming
Laura? How is this upcoming Saturday night looking? Dinner time?
Wonderful. It is set, then."

Volpinex made to push back his chair, but stopped himself. "Actually,
Mr Saxx, one last thing. Clothing. What turns you on?"

				* * *

Stevie is still sitting on the couch fifteen minutes later, pants
readjusted, thumbing through an old Kathy Reichs paperback, pondering
the difference between Reichs' Doctor Brennan and Deschanel's
interpretation of the character on television, when he hears Laura
descending the stairs behind him. He stands, dropping the book on the
table, and turns to face her.

And almost forgets to breathe. While she was the girl next door
earlier, beautiful but accessible, now she is stunning and
unapproachable, a model on her own private runway, with him a gawking
schoolboy.

"You like?" she asks. "I went to get it a few days ago, when I learned
you were coming back early." She strikes a pose.

Stevie nods, wordlessly, not wholly sure what he is nodding for. His
eyes take in Laura from her feet nestled in a pair of white high heels
up her naked legs up to the hem of a white baby doll nightie that
barely reaches down the top of her thighs. The satin garment is tight
on her body, translucent, exposing curves that Stevie had suspected
but never saw and a taut stomach and perfect breasts jutting out for
attention, and is held up by two fragile straps running over Laura's
shoulders.

"My, that was an intense! You must really like it."

Stevie looks into her eyes. "Yes, I do. You know I do. Anyone
would. You look beautiful."

She takes a step towards him, slowly.

"Thank you. And you know what? I feel beautiful when you look at me
like that. And I am all yours." She takes another step towards
him. "Or maybe I should say you're all mine." Stevie's gaze is glued
to her hips, which swivel invitingly with every step. "I've been
waiting months for you to come back so I could have my way with you."
Another step, and she is within reach. He can smell her perfume, the
scent of an untamed beast. His cock is hard, threatening to jump up
and take over. Stevie is shaking.

"Oh, look at that." Laura is right in front of him now, and with her
index finger traces the outline of Stevie's cock through his
pants. Her perfume is stronger up close, not overpowering but
heady. "Someone's trying to control himself. How cute." Stevie can see
down the nightie's front, all the way down Laura's chest, her breasts
framed, on display. "But totally useless. You see, my plan is to fuck
you so hard your dick will fall off."

Stevie's cock responds for him, jerking violently once, twice. Laura
feels it, and smiles rapaciously. "So, where were we? You don't mind
if I keep this on while I suck?"

The innocent look on her face almost does it. But Stevie only
nods. Laura kneels down before him, unzips and pulls down his pants
before wrapping her lips around the cock pointing straight at her face
and, without touching it once with her hands, drives her mouth upon
it, angling herself so that the whole cock disappears, in one smooth
unbroken movement. Eyes closed, she pauses a moment with Stevie's cock
impaled down her throat. Stevie's knees almost give way, suddenly
weak.

Laura pulls back slowly, completely, gives a teasing flick of the
tongue to the now exposed tip, and sucks his cock inside again, and
again, smooth controlled motions sending overwhelming shivers up
Stevie's spine. Laura pauses with his cock down her throat on every
downward push, holding him in for a few seconds before pulling out.

She looks up from her position at Stevie's feet and with only the tip
of his cock between her lips smiles widely before giving it a big kiss
and standing up, slowly, rubbing herself against Stevie's body the
whole way up. A shoulder strap has slid down from her shoulder,
uncovering a full round breast tipped with a hard red nipple. Stevie
twirls it gently with a finger; Laura moans in response.

An eager kiss, lips parting, Laura's tongue darting out seeking
Stevie's. She snuggles up against him, and he feels the heat and
dampness from her groin on his naked leg. Either her panties are
soaked through, or she is not wearing any, he realizes.

Laura breaks the kiss, and pushes Stevie down onto the couch. His
pants are around his ankles, and he quickly kicks them away. Laura
lifts her nightie to her waist, answering the panties question. Stevie
gets an unfettered view of Laura's pussy, shaved smooth and clearly
wet. She straddles his lap, and guides Stevie's cock against her pussy
lips. Looking at him, eye to eye, an inscrutable expression on her
face, she slowly sinks onto his meat. She closes her eyes to better
appreciate the sensation; her mouth opens of its own volition. Stevie
cannot believe that he is here, getting his cock squeezed by Laura's
clinging snatch, something he has fantasized over several times in the
past. But here she is, slowly fucking herself on top of him. He
squeezes one of her breasts, hard. He feels her pussy walls clench him
tighter in response.

Laura does all the work. Pushing herself up on her knees, she lifts
herself off Stevie before sinking back down, faster and faster, harder
and harder. Stevie has pulled down her nightie, baring her breasts,
and he is busy kissing and licking them as they bounce. Laura is
moaning louder and louder, impaling herself on his cock, at times
rocking back and forth while he is deep within her.

Stevie's hands have reached around and are grabbing her ass, and he
enjoys its fullness and the feel of her unbelievably smooth skin. He
guides her motions, rubbing himself against her as she bears down, and
the regular friction of her clit on his groin eventually brings her
off, loudly. She comes and her pussy tightens its grip on Stevie's
cock, nearly trapping him there. When her orgasm subsides, she
collapses against Stevie, head resting on his shoulder, breasts
pressing into his chest. He lost his shirt sometimes in the last ten
minutes.

Stevie has not shot his load yet, not having recovered from the
earlier blow job, and he just sits there, appreciating the feel of her
body against his, and runs his hands over her ass and the smooth skin
of her thighs spread out on either side of him. He feels handsome from
having such a beautiful girl against him. He wonders if that's the
reason why powerful men surround themselves with beauty.

"Oh, honey, that was amazing." Laura is coming out of it, slowly. She
barely stirs as she speaks into Stevie's neck. Her breathing picks up,
and she pushes herself off to look at him. The smile on her lips
promises naughty things.

"We're not done. I'm not done. What do you say we move to the bedroom?
We'd be more comfortable."

Laura pulls herself up, and Stevie's cock emerges with a suction noise
that makes Laura giggle. "Poor fellow," she says, "he was trapped in
there. Here, let me kiss it better," and she bends over and without
pausing takes him deep in her mouth once more. Laura sucks on Stevie's
cock for half a minute, bent over at the waist, legs spread and
straight, hair falling around his waist like a curtain, hiding her
from sight. But he can feel her mouth, and hear the sound of her
slurping, a rhythmic beat that is arousing of its own right.

Laura stops and wipes her mouth. Despite being disheveled and wearing
a nightie bunched up around her hips and pulled down below her
breasts, Stevie is once more struck by her beauty.

"Come, follow me."

She moves off to the stairs. Stevie scrambles to follow her after
picking up his pants and shirt from the floor. His cock is bobbing up
and down as he moves, and Stevie feels vaguely ridiculous now. But
Laura does not seem to mind or even notice. She pulls off her nightie
as she walks, and casually tosses it on the floor. She is naked save
for her heels, and Stevie's eyes fixate on her ass as she walks, an
ass looking as smooth as it had felt earlier when he was squeezing it,
high and tight, a perfect round backside to feast one's eyes
upon. Laura's hips are swaying from side to side, enticingly. Stevie
has a vision of just grabbing her, pushing her on the ground and
taking her like that, from behind, violently, selfishly, making her
scream in pleasure. But he does not. Laura heads up the stairs, and
Stevie follows slowly, admiring her toned legs as she climbs up.

By the time he makes it to the bedroom, Laura is already lying on the
bed. Her legs are spread, knees raised, and she is idly stroking her
pussy with two fingers in slow circular movements.

"I've kept my heels, I hope you don't mind."

Stevie does not mind.

"Come on in, I'm warm and waiting for you." She pushes two fingers in
as she says this, and closes her eyes and moans softly. She pumps her
fingers in a few times while Stevie climbs onto the bed. Laura spreads
her arms and beckons.

"Come here, honey, come here. There... there... yes, let me
just... take a hold... My, you are hard. Is it because of me? Here,
let me just pull this beautiful dick of yours in.. Oh... Ooooh, yes,
perfect... Ah!"

Feeling his cock head spread the folds of Laura's pussy, Stevie pushes
in, impatiently. After a short initial resistance, his cock sinks in
the heated hole up to the root, deep inside Laura, who squirms and
moans and squeezes him, reaching around his neck to pull him down and
give him a scorching kiss, all dueling tongues and bruised lips.

Stevie then proceeds to fuck her, slowly at first but picking up speed
on every thrust. Laura wraps her legs around him, urging him on.

She pulls his head down next to hers, and quietly speaks in his ear,
her voice interrupted at regular intervals by the moans and groans
that escape her under Stevie's now brutal assault.

"That's it, baby, fuck me, fuck me hard. I've been waiting to feel you
inside me for a long time now." She squeezes him harder. "I have a
secret to tell you." Her voice drops to a whisper. "When Rob was
having his way with me, when I was at his mercy, I got so hot that I
was almost constantly wet."

She pushes Stevie back a little to look at him in the eyes, a coy
expression on her face.

"Does that make me a bad wife?" she asks, "to be aroused by another
man dominating me?"

Stevie is ramming into her faster. Laura continues her monologue.

"That's not the worse, though. The worse is that even though Rob is
gone, the urges remain. It's like part of me is craving the abuse, you
know?" She kisses Stevie in the back of the ear, trailing kisses down
his jaw line.

"What do you mean?" he manages to croak out.

"I just can't help it," Laura whispers in his ear, "I"ll be at the
office, trying to get back to some sort of sensible routine, just
doing my work, and some co-worker will be looking at me a bit too
intently, perhaps staring at my cleavage if I happen to have a
button-up blouse that day, or more often than not running their eyes
up and down my legs, or maybe just eyeing my ass as I pass by, turning
their head around to look at me without realizing that I can feel them
detailing me, that I can feel their eyes on me like they were so many
hands, and when their gaze travels up my thighs and they imagine what
I must look like under my short skirt, it's as their hands were making
their way up and I get so wet that I fear that they can smell my
arousal.

"What I want is for one of them, any one of them, to have the guts to
come up to me and tell me I'm theirs. No, scratch that; not even talk
to me, but rather come up to me and just stick their hand on my ass,
right there, in the office, with everyone looking. Before I can say
anything, they ask me, loud enough for everyone to hear, to go to
their office and wait for them there. Before I can protest, the boss
shows up and tells me that the man pawing my ass has the best sales
number for the week, and that I am his reward for a job well done. I
blush at that, at the thought of being just a prize. My boss pulls me
aside, perhaps whispering in my ear that he found Rob's stash of
incriminating evidence, and that unless I want all the sordid affair
to come right out, I better do as he says. I nod, defeated, and slowly
head down the hallway with the salesman of the week, whose eyes are
glued on my legs the whole time."

Laura squeezes Stevie's ass, while he ruts more and more forcefully
into her, sweat pouring off his face. He is not used to such heavy
exertion, and having come not a half-hour earlier ensures that he has
difficulty coming again. But Laura's story and the images it triggers,
coupled with how tight her pussy is, conspire to keep him hard and on
the verge of coming.

"Can you imagine it, honey, your innocent little wife, turned into the
office slut, or better, the company whore? Forced to do whatever her
boss asks her to do, be it offering blow jobs and quickies to
deserving colleagues, or spending evenings and sometimes whole nights
with prospective clients as an incentive or with returning clients as
reward for their fidelity? No limits, says the boss, I am to do
whatever they tell me to do, wear whatever they tell me to wear, be
sweet, caring, docile, eager to obey. The perfect fuck doll. Some of
them actually like that I'm married, some even like the fact that I am
forced to act the way I do. Some simply toss me over onto the bed,
strip me or just flip my dress on my back and fuck me, hard, spewing
in me what seems like gallons of cum, or coming on my face - they like
coming on my face - others ask me to seduce then, to play the woman
who desires and wants and initiates. Those make me work hard, flashing
a lot of flesh, dancing for them, enticing them, often in public while
we are out to dinner or for drinks. But it always ends the same, with
me getting fucked and receiving their jizz somewhere on or in my body,
the good corporate whore fulfilling her boss' wishes."

Stevie cannot take much more, and finally groans and pushes his cock
deep in Laura, who encourages him noisily until he spurts deep in her
pussy, an almost painful orgasm that leaves him gasping in her
arms. She caresses the back of his head with one hand, while the other
is way down his back.

"But I did not even tell you what my new boss is making me do. Rob was
a leech, but all he wanted really was to fuck me, wherever he wanted,
however he wanted. This new guy wants to humiliate me, to push me
beyond what I have ever done. He has some nasty ideas too..."

Stevie groans again into Laura's shoulder. Pushing himself off her, he
tells her to stop, that he cannot take much more. Laura smiles, and
kisses him softly, a long lingering kiss. They cuddle for a while,
Stevie having rolled off Laura onto the bed where he lies exhausted,
his head against her shoulder. She pulls the sheets over their bodies,
and settles down to caress his head, eyes closed, enjoying the moment,
chest rising and falling with her breaths.

Stevie eventually gets off the bed, and scrambles around for his
clothes. He finds them scattered around the room. He dresses slowly,
methodically, in front of a dresser mirror decorated with a fringe of
pictures from Laura's youth all the way to her college days: Laura
with friends, Laura in front of monuments or attractions of various
sorts, postcards, other mementos, the obligatory kitten hanging from a
rope. Lots of pink. He takes in the decor as a whole. More pink. Satin
sheets on the bed. Some paintings on the walls, mostly animals. A few
teddy bears. The room felt young. Younger than it should be. Not the
room of a successful woman, but the room of a teenager. Stevie feels a
pang of sadness that he cannot explain.

"Stevie?" Laura is sitting on the bed, looking at him. The sheets are
down to her waist, her breasts are out again in plain view, sitting
high and proud. One of her legs is poking out of the sheets, and
Stevie is distracted by the texture of her skin and the curve of her
thigh. He feels his cock giving faint signs of life, despite having
been pushed further than ever before. "Stevie, you know that what I
told you, before, about Rob, and my new boss... You know it was all
made up, right?"

Laura is worried, and she looks at Stevie, waiting for a reaction. "I
mean, I know you've always wanted to hear about me and other men, so I
figured I would embellish the story somewhat." She looks down to the
bed, fiddles with the edge of the sheet. "Rob did try to put the moves
on me, but I slapped him down, and after he tried the same with
Serena, he was presented with a nice sexual harassment charge that
ousted him. My new boss has been very nice."

"You're not upset, are you?" She does not look up. Stevie sits on the
edge of the bed, reaches a hand to cup the side of her face and lifts
it up.

"No, I'm not upset. I had a wonderful time, and you're the hottest
woman I know, and I am proud to be your husband."

The smile that illuminates her face is a pleasure to behold. She hugs
him, and kisses his neck all the way up to his lips, which she attacks
hungrily, as if she had not spent the last hour in sexual
bliss. Reluctantly, Stevie breaks the kiss before he gets fired up
again. He does not think he can take a third round.

"Honey, I have to go, I have to head up to Seattle with Jeremy to meet
a client for breakfast tomorrow morning."

"I understand. Thanks for taking the time to come and spend some time
with your poor lonely wife. You'll be back for good soon, anyways."

"Yes."

"I can't wait. It's been too long. We can have more nights like this,
then?"

"You'll be the death of me, you know that?"

"Oh, but what a good death it will be. Plus, I have to show you all
that I learned while being Rob's toy." She winks at him.

Stevie smiles in response. "Sounds delightful."

Later, in his car, heading home, Stevie catches himself whistling,
uncharacteristically. The evening was extraordinary. Beyond what he
had hoped.

				* * *

Volpinex put down his coffee, and considered eating the rest of his
breakfast while half-listening to his cell phone. No, he was full, he
concluded. Besides, it was so difficult to keep a trim physique these
days.

"Well, Mr Saxx," Volpinex answered when he realized that his
interlocutor had stopped talking, "I am delighted to hear that you
will be coming back. As I have told you I thrive in knowing that my
customers are satisfied, and that a customer one day is a customer
forever." Volpinex paused, listened for a bit while idly playing with
the remains of his French toast.

"Not so fast, Mr Saxx, we need to discuss a few things before we can
proceed. How about meeting in person once more, perhaps this coming
Friday, for lunch? Same place as last time? Yes, let us say twelve
thirty. I will be seeing you then, Mr Saxx."

Volpinex put his cell phone down, unsure for a second about the wisdom
of using a cell phone to hold such conversations. Oh well, it wasn't
like there was anything illegal actually being discussed. And besides,
his business model was to make his regular customers, Stevie the
newest addition, pay for access to a site through which they could
write down their fantasies, their requests. Then, on prearranged
dates, they would show up at Laura's place, and she would fulfill
those fantasies. Charging for web site access was not illegal, and
Laura herself never handled the money. Never even knew there was money
involved, or that anything odd was going on, for that matter. For
those evenings, she was the required fantasy, the perfect co-worker,
girlfriend, or wife, wholly and single-mindedly.

"Laura, my dear, I want you to know that you did a wonderful job with
our new friend, Mr Saxx; he seemed quite taken with you on the phone
just now, and apparently has some difficulty curbing his impatience at
seeing you again."

Volpinex patted Laura gently on the head, and she momentarily looked
up from sucking his cock. She was kneeling beside the table in her
dining room, naked.  "No, no, don't stop sucking, you need the
practice."

Laura kept up the blow job, lovingly sucking the turgid member deep
into her mouth, twirling her tongue around the head before pulling it
out again, and on and on, taking it deeper on every stroke. Volpinex
sighed in contentment. She was really an excellent cock
sucker. Pushing down slightly on Laura's head, he sank his fat cock
deep on the next stroke in, feeling her throat gripping him tight as
Laura gagged uncontrollably. She did not make any attempt at
dislodging the invader, however, remaining obligingly on her knees,
one hand stroking his balls. Belying her actions, her eyes were locked
in anger at Volpinex, who merely smiled as he pulled his cock out of
her mouth.

"I know I have told you this before, but I love when you look at me
like that, dear. Furious, and unable to do a single thing about it."
He looked at her a second longer. "Now keep sucking. I think you will
want me to be properly lubricated before I ream your backside, no?"
Laura went back to work, eyes still glaring, her full red lips
lovingly wrapped around Volpinex's cock.

Volpinex reached for the silver pocket watch on the kitchen table, the
focal anchor of his control. Little had he known, eight years
earlier, backstage after an hypnosis gig at her college, how
susceptible she was to suggestions. Some people went alpha easily, he
had known from experience, but Laura had taken to the alpha state like
a fish to water. It had been a simple matter to convince her to trust
him, and then to set up some deeper and much more intrusive controls
and triggers. Now, eight years later, she was his, completely, to do
with as he pleased. He kept her old personality around, for amusement,
but most times he played with her conditioning so that she
was... well, anything he wished, really. Over time, she had developed
into quite the actress. He kept things fresh by finding new ways to
enjoy his possession. Lately, for example, he had taken to sending her
off to seduce high schooler, leaving just enough of her sense of
morality at those times for her to be ashamed of what she was doing,
but not enough to keep her from flirting outrageously and eventually
offering her body and considerable sexual skills to one lucky
teenager. She had made many a high school student happy. And Volpinex
enjoyed taking her after those expeditions, forcing her to narrate and
relive the experience. And, of course, there was this lucrative
business of fulfilling fantasies.

"In any event," said Volpinex, as Laura, having paused her blow job to
rub his cock on her naked chest, nestled the member between her
breasts and slowly squeezed, "Mr Saxx will be back. It was a brilliant
stroke of luck, if I may say so, to find him, a boy that used to have
a crush on you in college; what a small and wonderful world we live
in. He seems to have some interesting ideas for you. And I have to say
I really liked what you came up with when he visited. That whole
blackmailing business with your boss at work, pure genius. Even though
your story meandered between blackmail and slutwife in a somewhat
haphazard manner, it played its role well with Mr Saxx. I see that the
reading material I gave you was not wasted. Giving you some leeway to
exercise your judgment and imagination worked better than I had
expected. I shall have to remember that and experiment further. Put my
cock back in your mouth, dear. There.... that's it..." He closed his
eyes, enjoying the sensations. His cock was rock hard, and he did not
think he had long before coming. And her mouth was not the target this
morning.

"I liked your idea so much, I think we shall put it to good use. I
have been in contact with another potential customer, who seems much
less able to articulate his wishes than Mr Saxx. However, I am
starting to get a sense for what that hopeful customer may like, and
he agreed to a sampler. We will need to hook him well. You see, dear,
he is a senior partner at a local financial institution, Porter and
Creps. I detected a strong dominant streak in him, although he himself
does not seem conscious of it. Tomorrow, I will message him a set of
documents showing that one of his employees has been embezzling some
money, and suggest to him that there may be a better way for him to
deal with the situation than calling the police, especially if said
employee happened to be desperate, and beautiful. Of course, my dear,
you will be that employee. We will spend some time tonight, you and I,
and work on your new personality, just to ensure that when our
prospective customer suggests that your lovely body might be suitable
compensation for the damage and embarrassment you have caused, you
will be receptive and react accordingly. What do you think?"

Volpinex smiled when he saw the look on Laura's face as she gently
licked the full length of his cock with the flat of her
tongue. Volpinex was genuinely surprised that she still had those
sorts of feelings, considering what she had had to do since he
appeared in her life.

"Do not worry, dear. By tonight, you will have forgotten this
conversation and by tomorrow afternoon, when we send you off to Porter
and Creps dressed like a good little financial advisor, albeit perhaps
with a penchant for wearing heels that are too high and skirts that
are too short, you will be that teasing little slut that will do
anything to stay out of jail, and I do mean anything."

He pulled Laura off his cock. "Unless I am seriously mistaken, that
should ensure another regular customer. Between him and Mr Saxx, that
makes fifteen regulars. Good steady money. Should be enough for a
while. We would not want to tire you out too much, would we? I want
that ass of yours now, dear. Get up and bend over. There, on the
table. Beautiful. You have the most perfect rear I have ever seen,
have I ever told you?"

Volpinex stood and lined up behind Laura, who was standing, legs
straight and spread out two shoulder widths apart, bent over with her
chest resting on the table, head turned to the side, eyes closed,
waiting for Volpinex to push his cock into her, most likely with one
long continuous push. She could not resist. Following the conditioning
that Volpinex had drummed into her, she reached back to pull her
cheeks apart, offering herself.

Volpinex did not waste any time, and entered her just as she had
expected. "You are so wonderfully tight, dear, I may never get used to
it." He paused, look at his cock disappearing between her two luscious
ass cheeks, rosy and so tight that rain might bounce on them. "But
back to business." He started to fuck her. "And let us clear something
up. Tell the truth now, do you really have a sister?"

