"Receptionist Bonus"
Story codes: MF FF d/s humil ws

By Orestes

orestes007@hotmail.com

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Note: This story is written as a sequel to "The 
Receptionist". For full enjoyment, you should read the 
original story before continuing on to this one. Part 1 is 
available at: ftp.asstr.org/pub/Authors/Orestes

   Sitting through the hearing was worse than she would ever 
have imagined. Dr. Roxanne Tremblay sat before the 
disciplinary committee of the hospital for the first time in 
her career.
   They couldn't do it, Roxanne tried to assure herself. 
They couldn't play the video in front of the whole 
committee.
   Her hands were trembling as she watched the chairman of 
the committee toying with the remote control to the TV. He 
was only waiting for one committee member to return from 
lunch.
   " Sorry I'm late, " said the last of the members as he 
came into the room and closed the door behind him. This was 
getting worse and worse for Roxanne. She actually recognized 
the man from the 'Cutter's Club', where all of her current 
troubles began.
   " Good, now that we're all her, let's proceed."
   He pushed the play button.
   ' Oh, god, yeah... fuck me... I need it in all my 
holes... please... someone fuck my ass..."
   Roxanne watched the screen with growing horror. She was 
hardly recognizable in the video. The camera was stationary, 
as if someone had set it down on the arm of a chair, centred 
on the action.
   A man was underneath Roxanne. She was straddling his 
cock. His face was just outside of the view of the camera. 
Her face, on the other hand, was quite visible. Her mouth, 
her chin, and her neck were coated in cum. Her dark hair was 
still tied up in the cute little ponytails, with little pink 
ribbons at the ends, but it too was splattered with fresh 
cum.
   Her firm little breasts were also displayed in every 
detail by the video angle. Her nipples were swollen with 
lust, and quite red from the abuse of the other surgeons in 
the video. A clothes pin still hung painfully from one of 
her tits as she bounced herself up and down on the unknown 
man's tool.
   " Nnng... I need it in my tight little ass hole... oh 
god, abuse my body... I'm your slut..."
   Responding to her pleas, another man moved in behind her. 
The camera didn't provide a good view of this man, as 
Roxanne's tortured body took up most of the view, but it was 
clear from the expression on her face that he was fulfilling 
her request. She pushed backwards in lust as the unknown man 
pushed into her rear hole.
   Roxanne didn't really remember this part of the evening 
clearly. After a certain point, she had just allowed herself 
to wallow in the humiliation of being used by her colleagues 
sexually. Her fellow doctors punished her body, and fucked 
her mercilessly in every way imaginable. And she had loved 
the whole thing. Even now, while the committee sat in 
judgement of her actions, Roxanne couldn't help but be 
aroused by images of the video.
   It was the consequences that she was regretting.
   " That's enough, " the chairman said, pausing the video. 
The scene froze on a view of Roxanne taking yet another cock 
in her well-used mouth. The screen of the TV flickered up 
and down while on pause, giving this final frame the 
appearance of motion.
   Roxanne just couldn't face these people. They were the 
senior administrators of the hospital. Across the table, the 
last man into the room smiled at Roxanne. He knew perfectly 
well who the other men in the video were, even though the 
video didn't show them. Hell, he had gotten as much mileage 
out of Roxanne as any of the men that evening. 
   It wouldn't help Roxanne to point the finger at him. It 
wasn't his face in that video. She knew as well as anyone 
that the other surgeons would circle their wagons and 
protect their own. Trying to implicate them in the making of 
the sex tape would just make things worse. They still had 
the other video, after all.
   Finally, it was the only female member of the committee 
who spoke up. It was Charlotte LaBelle, a senior 
administrator, and a former friend of Roxanne's.
   " Given the sensitive nature of the evidence, we would 
very much like to keep this matter out of the public eye. 
I'm sure that you will agree that this is in the best 
interest of all parties involved. So far, nothing has been 
leaked to the press. If we were to dismiss you from your 
position, I'm certain that the press would ask questions."
   Roxanne waited for the other shoe to drop.
   " Nonetheless, we can't condone this sort of behaviour, 
even from one of our most talented surgeons. We are asking 
you to take an unpaid leave of absence from the hospital for 
the duration of a year. "
   There it went. With her current financial problems, it 
was as good as dismissal. There was no way she could go 
without her salary at the hospital while trying to resolve 
her coming divorce. Charlotte wasn't done yet, though. 
   " There is one other condition. You must sign an 
additional morality clause to your contract. Any further 
behaviour of the sort shown in the video would result in 
severe financial penalties, as well as immediate dismissal. 
Is this all clear to you ?"
   Tears welled up in Roxanne's eyes. 
   " Yes. "

   Roxanne had to count her blessings. It was the only way 
that she could deal with her present problems. At least the 
hospital hadn't destroyed her career outright. If she could 
get through the year, she could almost pick up where she 
left off. Sure, she'd be embarrassed to work with the same 
surgeons who had so thoroughly humiliated her, but by the 
time she came back, it would be old news.
   Of course, the problem was how to get through the year. 
Without the generous salary of the hospital, she had no 
income at all. The divorce would swallow all of her assets. 
Even if she didn't have student loans to pay off, she would 
need somewhere to live, and a way to pay her mounting bills.
   That brought her to her second blessing; Shelly Pascal. 
Throughout the whole ordeal, Shelly had stood by Roxanne. 
When the rumours started circulating through the hospital, 
and no one wanted to be seen with her, Roxanne could still 
count on her weekly lunch with the cosmetic surgeon. Shelly 
even picked up the tab for the meals, because of Roxanne's 
current financial problems.
   There was also the offer of employment. Under the terms 
of her contract, Roxanne knew that she couldn't practice 
medicine outside of the hospital. In no time, her financial 
resources would be tapped. Although she had initially balked 
at her friend's offer, it now looked like there was no 
alternative.
   Shelly Pascal was opening her own clinic, and needed a 
receptionist. The thought of setting aside all of her 
medical knowledge, and lowering herself to the tasks of 
answering phones and booking appointments made Roxanne 
cringe. It was so humiliating.
   I brought this on myself, she reminded herself silently. 
After the meeting, she had retreated to her office, hoping 
to leave when no one was looking. The office would be 
reassigned to another surgeon soon, and like everything else 
she had owned only a month before, it would slip away from 
her.
   With still trembling hands, she picked up her telephone 
and dialled a number.
   " Hi, Shelly, it's Roxanne. Um, about the receptionist 
position... is that still open ?"

   It had been an amazing first month for the Pascal Clinic. 
So much so that the patient waiting list had doubled and 
then tripled over the first three weeks. Lucy Gibbs felt 
fortunate to have taken the position as anaesthesiologist 
when it first became available. Of course, only major 
procedures required her presence, but between Dr. Pascal and 
the other surgeon that she had brought into the clinic, Lucy 
had a fairly full schedule.
   The success of the clinic brought prosperity with it. Dr. 
Pascal had already given the new staff a couple of bonuses 
for putting up with the increased work schedule, and 
promised that more financial rewards were on the way.
   Most of the success was due to the strong reputation of 
Dr. Pascal. The kind of positive publicity that her 
reputation brought to the clinic just couldn't be bought. It 
was somewhat of a surprise to the staff when Dr. Pascal 
added the less reputable Dr. Robert Marsh to the staff.
   " It pays to diversify, " she had explained at the staff 
meeting.
   As far as Lucy could tell, the gamble paid off. In Dr. 
Marsh's previous practice, he had suffered from a reputation 
of performing risky and unnecessary procedures. There was 
even a hint in the rumours that he might be involved with 
fetish body modifications. Because of this, he never had 
much business from mainstream clients. Now that he was a 
member of the Pascal clinic, his schedule was booked with 
both his previous clients, and the run-off from Dr. Pascal's 
waiting list.
   Lucy was really enjoying her time at the clinic. It was 
better than any hospital job that she had ever had. When she 
moved into town just the previous month, she had started 
looking for work, and just fluked onto a posting for the 
clinic.
   The atmosphere was really upbeat here. Dr. Pascal was 
always nice to work with. Dr. Marsh was a bit of a pig, but 
the girls generally kept him in line. There were four nurses 
in the office, who would make sure that every preparation 
was made before a doctor came in to the operating room. Dr. 
Pascal ran the place like an assembly line. Everything was 
geared so that the doctor could be in and out of any 
procedure in the minimum amount of time.
   A big part of the credit for that, in Lucy's mind, should 
go to Roxy. That's the name that Dr. Marsh called her 
anyway. Lucy was pretty sure that the woman preferred to be 
called Roxanne, but after Robert took to calling her Roxy, 
it just sort of caught on with the staff. 
   The woman was bright. Too bright to be a receptionist, 
really. She never needed to be told the name of a medical 
procedure twice. She was absolutely outstanding at making 
sure that the clinic was well stocked with medical supplies. 
Heck, she had even corrected Lucy on the proper dosage of an 
anaesthetic for an elderly patient. Maybe she would have 
caught the problem herself anyhow, but it floored Lucy that 
the receptionist had noticed it.
   It seemed like there was a special sort of relationship 
between Dr. Pascal and the receptionist. They had a kind of 
closeness that made Lucy wonder if there wasn't a little 
something more personal going on between the two of them.
   Lucy couldn't blame Dr. Pascal if she was fooling around 
with the secretary. When she first came to the clinic, Lucy 
had given the woman a few appraising looks of her own. 
Normally, though, Lucy kept her preferences for women rather 
quiet. Rumours that she was a lesbian had been one of the 
things that had made her life less than comfortable in the 
rural area she had just moved away from. This time, she 
wanted to keep the rumours at bay.
   In the last day, though, Lucy's mind return to the 
possibility of getting something going with Roxy. It had 
started with a conversation with Dr. Robert Marsh. The 
patient was unconscious, so Dr. Marsh had no problem 
speaking freely. 
   " God, I'm horny... my wife blue balled me this morning."
   Classic Dr. Marsh. He just liked to make a pig out of 
himself.
   " Maybe I could get Roxy in here to relieve the 
pressure."
   Lucy shook her head. " Careful there, Robert. Don't you 
doctors have some sort of code about not screwing around 
with each other's mates ?"
   " Oh, you think her and Shelly... ? No... they're just 
friends. But that Roxy's one hot chick. I once saw a video 
of her that you wouldn't believe. "
   " Bull... " Lucy was accustomed to Robert's fables by 
now. " If she's so easy, why haven't you gone for her yet? 
You don't seem to have any moral inhibitions about it. "
   " Thanks for the suggestion, Loose. Maybe I will. I would 
just have to take the right approach. I happen to know that 
she's a real slut for humiliation. I'd have to be pretty 
careful how far I go with it, too. After all, she is 
Shelly's friend, and I wouldn't want to piss off the good 
doctor. "

   Roxanne couldn't help but resent Shelly's new found 
success just a little bit. The two women used to be equals. 
In fact, Roxanne had even made slightly more money than her 
friend because of her surgical speciality. Now, Roxanne was 
working as Dr. Shelly Pascal's office girl, and taking care 
of all the crap jobs that the nurses wouldn't do.
   Certainly, she appreciated her friend standing behind her 
during this trouble, and Shelly was making every attempt to 
treat Roxanne with respect, but it still bothered Roxanne to 
see how easily her friend was bringing in thousands of 
dollars in revenue daily. In the meantime, Roxanne struggled 
to find enough money to cover her legal bills.
   The divorce was almost final. She wasn't contesting it.
   She would have to move out of the house. Just one more 
entry on the long list of consequences following from her 
sexual appetites. The kicker was, the hungers weren't going 
away. 
   Every night, Roxanne could take her pick from the 
humiliations of the last couple of months. Each one of them 
had given her endless pleasure when she masturbated. 
   Roxanne liked to think about the screening process she 
had gone through when she applied to be the 'entertainment' 
for the "Cutter's Club" of male surgeons. It always made her 
wet to think about the way that she had humiliated herself 
in front of the receptionist, Becky Keena, at Dr. Vichy's 
office in making the application. The irony that she, Dr. 
Roxanne Tremblay, had lowered herself now to the very same 
mindless position as that dumb girl wasn't lost on Roxanne. 
   Of course, another big turn-on was her memory of that 
night with the surgeons. The small portion of the video 
which she saw at the disciplinary committee meeting was only 
a sample of the many ways she had been degraded at their 
hands. The memories of that evening were burned into her 
head, and always brought her to a screaming orgasm. She 
found herself wishing for her very own copy of the now 
infamous video.
   Even little things excited her. It was like now that she 
had allowed her submissive side some small place in her 
life, it was struggling to take possession of her soul 
entirely. In fact, it was the little things that were 
beginning to excite her most. The humiliation of being 
ordered around by the nurses at the office gave her little 
jolts of pleasure. Why should that excite her ? Even the 
thought of being lowered to the position of office girl for 
her friend Shelly... she tried not to think sexual thoughts 
about it. It was just a humiliating fact of her new life.
   But there was the problem. It was the humiliation that 
always drove her on. It was the idea of the humiliation that 
had lured her to that first rash decision, and she could 
feel that desire to further humiliate herself lurking just 
beneath the surface.
   " You don't mind sweeping up before you leave, do you 
Roxy ?"
   " No problem, " Roxanne told the nurse. Then came the 
little tingle of pleasure. She used to be able to write 
orders for a whole staff of nurses. Now she was doing menial 
tasks at this woman's request.
   Something else excited Roxanne. She watched the tall 
black nurse, Pauline, as she prepared to leave the office. 
Did the nurse know ? Had she heard the rumours ? Shelly had 
promised to keep things quiet, but sometimes Roxanne got the 
feeling that some of the staff knew about her. These little 
humiliation fantasies were driving her to distraction.
   Roxanne retrieved the broom from the supply closet, and 
began to sweep the reception area. She was bending forward 
to sweep under the reception desk, when she noticed a small 
envelope sitting atop the nursing reports.
   The envelope was addressed simply: Roxy.
   That goddamned pig Robert Marsh had shortened her name to 
Roxy, and now everyone called her that. Even Shelly had 
slipped up and called her Roxy the other day. But who would 
have left the envelope ? Roxanne couldn't remember any of 
the staff dropping it off. It could be anyone.
   When she opened the envelope and read the enclosed 
letter, her heart began to race.
   ' 	i know all about you slut
		i saw the video
		you still want more
		don't try to deny yourself
		tomorrow at lunch 12:15
		go to the washroom
		but don't lock the door
		naked, blindfolded, on your knees
		against the wall
		i know you will be there	'
   Oh my god, thought Roxanne. It's too humiliating. Someone 
in the office knows everything, and wants to do things to 
me. Nasty things.
   She couldn't go along with it. There was too much at 
stake. If she couldn't keep herself out of trouble, she 
would never be reinstated at the hospital. She would just 
have to keep control of her desires.
   But who was it ? One of the nurses ? Dr. Marsh maybe, or 
Lucy, the anaesthesiologist. In her wild imaginings, for an 
instant she even considered her friend Shelly. The idea was 
far fetched, but the possibility made her legs tremble. 
Whoever it was, Roxanne tried to muster the will to resist.
   She folded the letter nervously into her pocket, and then 
continued to sweep the floor. 

   12:05 Roxanne checked her watch for the third time in a 
minute. The feeling in the pit of her stomach just wouldn't 
go away. This was lunch hour at the clinic, and the rest of 
the staff always went out for lunch, leaving Roxanne alone. 
She, on the other hand, couldn't afford to eat out in 
restaurants for lunch. Today it would have been a welcome 
diversion from her sexual curiosity.
   First thing in the morning, Roxanne had come in with full 
intentions of bringing the letter to Shelly. Everything else 
aside, Shelly was a good friend, and Roxanne knew she could 
count on the doctor to deal with the problem.
   Nonetheless, the letter remained folded in her purse. 
Yes, she was embarrassed to bring it up, but if that were 
the only reason she had kept the note, Roxanne wouldn't be 
feeling so nervous right now. Or checking her watch quite so 
frequently. There was some part of her that just wanted to 
surrender.
   If she did what the letter writer wanted, maybe it could 
all be kept quiet, she tried to convince herself. Nobody 
would have to know... not the hospital, not the other staff 
members, and certainly not Shelly.
   In her heart, she didn't know if she believed that. 
12:06.
   Her mind wandered to what the scene would be in the 
washroom. She would be kneeling there, against the wall. No 
one else is in the office. Someone would come in. She 
wondered if it would be one of the nurses, maybe even 
Pauline, the one who last left the office the previous 
night. Or could it be that pig Robert Marsh. That would be 
too degrading. Her pussy tingled. The thought of being 
abused by that chauvinist doctor brought back memories of 
her previous depraved acts.
   A minute later, Roxanne found herself getting up to go to 
the washroom.
   She turned back once, on her way to the washroom door, 
and then she approached again. With trembling hands, she 
opened the door and stepped in. It's not too late to back 
out now, she told herself. She wouldn't really have to go 
through with this. All she had to do was lock the door at 
the last minute.
   That would end it.
   She left the door unlocked for a moment, and looked 
herself in the mirror. Her face was flushed with excitement. 
The door was unlocked behind her, but she still had at least 
five minutes to back out. Her head buzzed with anticipation 
as she began to unbutton her blouse. Piece by piece, she 
removed her clothing, taking the time to fold them neatly 
onto the counter.
   Now she was naked, and the door was still unlocked. 
12:13.
   She looked herself in the mirror again. She watched as 
her chest rose and fell rapidly. She could feel the warmth 
and wetness between her legs. She looked down to her crotch. 
She had shaved her pussy again after work the previous 
night. It seemed like she was doing it every couple of days 
now. The first time she had done it was in preparation for 
the "Cutter's club". Every time she looked at her bald 
crotch, it reminded her of that humiliation, and she 
couldn't seem to let the hair grow back in.
   From her purse, Roxanne fished out a black strip of 
cloth. Why had she brought it ? For the same reason that she 
had spend part of the previous evening wearing the makeshift 
blindfold in bed, she supposed. There was no harm in 
fantasizing, but now reality was approaching quickly. 12:14.
   Roxanne knelt down on the floor of the washroom, beside 
the door. From here, she could quickly reach the lock of the 
door. She could still escape. She just wanted to know how it 
would feel, kneeling naked beside the door with the 
blindfold on. It was exquisite. She tied the blindfold 
tightly, until she was certain that she couldn't see 
anything.
   She reached up beside her to see if the could find the 
door handle and lock to the washroom. Her hand slipped 
across the cold metal of the latch, but then returned to her 
side.
   It must be 12:15 now, she thought. There was no noise 
from the office. The only thing she could hear was her own 
breath. Another minute ticked away. Roxanne's heart was 
pounding uncontrollably. She still hadn't locked the door. 
Was she really going to go through with this ?
   There was a noise in the reception room. Footsteps. They 
were coming towards the washroom. For a moment there was 
still time to lock the door. Roxanne paused, and then paused 
again. Her pussy was so wet that juices were leaking down 
her inner thighs.
   A hand was on the door, and then Roxanne felt the cool 
movement of air across her back as the door opened. Then it 
closed again. The letter writer was in the washroom with 
her. Now she heard the lock on the door engage.
   What was this person going to do with her, Roxanne 
couldn't wait to find out. 
   There was another set of sounds. First, the rustle of 
fabric. Then, unmistakably,  Roxanne heard the sound of 
someone urinating into the toilet. How odd, Roxanne couldn't 
help but think. Here she was, ready to submit sexually to 
this person, and he or she was more concerned with taking a 
piss. The feeling was more than shameful. Roxanne's sexual 
submission was taking a back seat to a bladder movement.
   The letter writer was behind Roxanne then, and touched 
her softly on the back of the neck. Roxanne quivered at the 
touch. The hand of her secret lover took firm hold around 
the back of her neck, and forced Roxanne to turn around, and 
drop to her hands and knees. 
   More than anything, she wanted to hear the voice of the 
writer. She wanted to be verbally abused, to be told how 
much she deserved to be on her knees. The words of the 
letter had been so fitting. Now the writer said nothing, but 
the grip around her neck directed her to crawl forward.
   Something cold touched her chin. At first, Roxanne was 
puzzled, then she realized that it was the porcelain of the 
toilet that she had brushed up against. Still the grip 
insisted that she crawl forward. She could hear her own 
breathing in the bowl of the toilet now, as she crawled 
forward until the lip of the toilet was at the base of her 
neck. The toilet seat was gently brought down so that it 
rested on the back of her neck.
   Roxanne knew her position now. She was on her hands and 
knees, with her face in the opening of the toilet, suspended 
only inches above the water. Being this close to the surface 
of the water, the sharp odour of fresh urine filled her 
nose.
   The letter writer had released her neck now, but Roxanne 
didn't move a muscle. She got the message. This was how 
unimportant she was, that she belonged on her hands and 
knees, with her face in the toilet. Roxanne could imagine 
what she looked like, and it only increased her arousal.
   There was a slap to her inner thigh, and then to the 
other. In response, Roxanne spread her knees apart. The hand 
that had slapped her felt strange. It took her a moment to 
figure out that the odd texture was that of latex medical 
gloves. The gloved fingers rubbed along the sensitive lips 
of her wet pussy now.
   Roxanne arched her back, and pushed out her rear end to 
give the letter writer more access. She felt so very open in 
this position, with her body exposed in this shameful 
position. As the latex covered fingers continued to tease 
her, Roxanne began to whimper softly. The letter writer was 
deliberately bringing her close to climax, and then backing 
off.
   " Please... " Roxanne moaned, the words reverberating in 
the porcelain bowl. " Please, I need it so badly."
   Her body jerked back and forth involuntarily, trying to 
extend contact with the unseen fingers. Roxanne could feel 
her long hair soaking up the piss water of the toilet bowl, 
and with every involuntary action, her face was splashed 
with the vile liquid.
   She didn't care. The sensations were just too arousing. 
Even the smell of the piss, and the idea that she was 
letting her face splash around in the urine of her new 
lover, they just made her more hungry for release.
   A finger slipped inside of her now, then two. The other 
hand of the letter writer continued to stroke her swollen 
clitoris. The combination of the sensations was driving her 
wild.
   One of Roxanne's arm slipped on the wet floor, and before 
she could recover, her face was briefly immersed in the 
water of the toilet. 
   " Oh god, I love it... I love to have my face in your 
toilet water... that's all I'm good for..."
   Somehow, the words seemed necessary. If the letter writer 
wasn't going to tell her was a slut she was, then Roxanne 
would have to say it herself. The smell of urine was 
overpowering now. The blindfold was soaked with it. 
   A third finger slipped into Roxanne wet hole. Her whole 
body was convulsing now. 
   Finally, the latex fingers stopped teasing, and allowed 
Roxanne's orgasm to take her. The brunette went wild. Her 
face splashed around in the toilet bowl as she grunted and 
squealed out her climax. Her pussy contracted around the 
hand of her new lover, while her hips bounced back and 
forth.
   " Nnnnng I'm cumming... thank you... oh god, thank you... 
I'm yours... I belong to you... I'm all yours..."
   At moments like these, Roxanne couldn't deny her role as 
a submissive slut. She squealed in sweet agony as her body 
responded to the degradation of being fucked by the fingers 
of an anonymous letter writer. By the time she could breathe 
again, her face and hair were completely soaked. The faint 
taste of the toilet water was even in her mouth. 
   It took her a minute to realize that she was alone again. 
The door closed behind her.
   Roxanne lifted the toilet seat from the base of her neck, 
and tried to stand. She pulled the blindfold free, and 
caught her reflection in the mirror. She was a mess. 12:34. 
She had a few minutes yet to clean herself up before the 
others would return. 
   Atop the tank of the toilet, there was another envelope.

   The days following the washroom incident left Roxanne 
filled with arousal and anxiety. She still had no idea of 
who had written the notes, and the uncertainty was killing 
her. Other types of uncertainty in her life were also taking 
their toll. The divorce had been finalized, and that left 
Roxanne practically homeless. A kind gesture by a co-worker, 
Lucy, gave Roxanne a place to stay, but finances were so 
tough that she didn't even know when she could help out with 
rent.
   Lucy was understanding, though. She seemed like she 
really didn't mind having Roxanne around in the one bedroom 
apartment.
   Roxanne was filled with the nagging suspicion that this 
girl might be the letter writer. The very day that Roxanne 
had moved in, Lucy had let it slip that she was a lesbian. 
Roxanne didn't have a particular problem with that, but it 
sure did make her wonder.
   Of course, she had to keep her mind open about her other 
co-workers too. She certainly wasn't ready to ask her new 
roommate about it. If the girl had no idea about the 
letters, that would just be opening a whole new can of 
worms.
   If Lucy was the letter writer, Roxanne wasn't sure how 
she would feel about it. The girl seemed nice, and perhaps 
she would be willing to keep everything private. That would 
be a load off of Roxanne's mind. On the other hand, Roxanne 
felt strange about the idea of being dominated by a woman. 
She had never been a lesbian. Even in her previous degrading 
episodes, it had ultimately been men who controlled the 
action.
   Her fantasies thought otherwise, though. If it was 
degrading to submit sexually to men, something inside of her 
told her that it would be doubly humiliating to be dominated 
into performing homosexual acts. The fact that she wasn't 
particularly attracted to women only heightened the 
degradation involved.
   She hoped that she would find out soon. The letter that 
had been left behind in the washroom had given her 
instructions to prepare for a meeting on the weekend.
   '	hello toilet slut
	i like you on all fours
	just like a dog
	drinking from the toilet
	you will come to the Royal Motel
	room 16
	10 days from now
	saturday night at eleven
	stand at the door
	put on your blindfold
	and knock
	i will bring friends
	wear no panties, whore	'
    Every day of that week Roxanne felt like she couldn't 
quite catch her breath. The other staff members didn't treat 
her any differently. Even Dr. Marsh seemed to be laying off 
of the sexual comments. Nonetheless, she couldn't shake the 
feeling that she was being watched. 
   The nights of the week were spent on Lucy sofa. Try as 
she could, Roxanne couldn't prevent herself from 
masturbating after Lucy went to bed. The girl slept with her 
door open, which made Roxanne feel even more self-conscious. 
The orgasms always ended up being a little louder than she 
wanted. It wasn't anything she could control. All day, the 
sexual tension built up, and by the time she was on Lucy 
sofa at night, she needed relief desperately.
    Finally, when the second Saturday came, Roxanne didn't 
even debate herself about whether she wanted to go to the 
motel. She just needed to get this thing out of her system. 
She still had her car, thank goodness, at least until she 
needed the money for something else. She was dreading that 
day. Now she sat in the driver's seat of the expensive 
vehicle, in the parking lot of one of the sleaziest motels 
in the city. 
   The rooms at the Royal Motel were posted with rental 
rates by the hour. A couple of hookers lingered by the front 
doorway, basking in the light of neon signs from the adult 
video store across the street. Stepping out the car, Roxanne 
felt like the perfect whore. No one goes to a room here for 
sleep. Under her short skirt, Roxanne's pussy was shaved and 
bare, and slick with excitement.
   The surgeon walked across the parking lot to the door of 
room 16. She paused there, and looked around to see if 
anyone was watching. To her chagrin, the man in the motel 
office was watching her through his window with an amused 
expression on his face.
   Best get this over with, she reasoned. From her purse, 
Roxanne pulled out the black strip of cloth, and secured it 
as a blindfold. Taking a final nervous breath, she knocked 
quietly on the door.
   " Come in, " said a male voice that Roxanne didn't 
recognize. Somehow, she had expected that this evening would 
reveal the identity of the letter writer, but now she truth 
hit her. The letter had told her that there would be 
friends. She had no idea how many. Since she was 
blindfolded, she might not ever know which one of these 
people she knew.
   Roxanne stumbled into the room, and was steadied by an 
unseen set of hands. They guided her to the edge of the bed.
   " Get ready with the camcorder, " the same voice said.
   She spoke before thinking. " No... please. "
   " Shut the fuck up, bitch. We're making a little 
documentary, and you're the star. We're going to see what a 
little whore you are, aren't we ? Isn't that what you want 
?"
   " Yes... but..."
   A sick feeling hit Roxanne in the gut. Whoever wrote the 
notes probably knew about her troubles at the hospital. The 
video could ruin her career for good. She should be refusing 
this, but instead, she was surrendering. Part of her wanted 
every degrading moment of this to be on tape.
   " Alright... we're rolling. What's you're name, whore ?"
   " Roxanne. "
   " Isnt' that, 'Doctor'..."
   " Yes. I'm Doctor Roxanne Tremblay. "
   " Show us your pussy, doctor."
   She had no idea how many people were in the room. Someone 
was smoking. She could smell it in the air. They were all 
watching her. The camera was recording this moment too.
   Slowly, she raised her ass off of the bed, and wiggled 
her skirt up to her waist. 
   " Very nice, " said the voice. Someone else whistled. " 
Why don't you spread your legs for us, doctor slut."
   Roxanne parted her legs, a little at first, and then 
more. It shamed her for them to see how wet this display was 
making her.
   " Where do you work, doctor slut ?"
   " At the Pascal Clinic. "
   " Very nice. Do you perform a lot of surgery ?"
   Roxanne's face flushed red.
   " No. I work as the receptionist. "
   There were muffled laughs from around the room. For the 
first time, Shelly heard the voice of a woman in the motel 
room. The unknown woman took over the questioning.
   " Play with yourself while you talk, doctor slut. We want 
to see how horny this makes you. Tell us what nasty things 
you did to get kicked out of the hospital. "
   Roxanne brought one hand in between her legs. It felt so 
very strange to play with herself in front of these people. 
She wanted them to abuse her. To be taken violently. This 
isn't what she had in mind.
   " I...uh... volunteered to be used sexually by a group of 
my co-workers. "
   " Now why would you want to do something like that ?"
   The surgeon's delicate hand was gently rubbing her 
clitoris as she admitted her desires.
   " I like to be humiliated. It was always a fantasy. When 
I heard what they do to girls who volunteer, I couldn't help 
myself. I wanted them to whip me, and fuck me, and humiliate 
me. "
   " Did they fuck you in the ass ?"
   " Yes."
   " Did they make you drink cum ? "
   " Yes. Oh yes. "
   " And you enjoyed it ?" the woman pressed. 
   " Oh, goddamn yes. I loved it. "
   Roxanne could help but be turned on by this talk. It was 
what she fantasized about most frequently. Despite the fact 
that she had been sore for weeks afterwards, she had loved 
every painful moment. 
   " You love to be dominated by men ?"
   " Uh huh."
   " And by women too..."
   The doctor paused. This is something that she had hardly 
even admitted to herself.
   " I think so. "
   " Have you ever submitted to a woman ?"
   " A little bit."
   She felt uncomfortable talking about this. Her pussy 
urged her onwards.
   " Her name was Becky Keena. "
   The voice questioned further. " Is she a doctor ?"
   " No. She's just a... just a receptionist. "
   The room laughed again. Roxanne was the subject of the 
joke. Yes, Roxanne knew full well that 'just a receptionist' 
was exactly what she was too these days. Her face burned 
with humiliation.
   " How did the great Dr. Roxanne Tremblay end up 
submitting to a mere receptionist ?"
   The voice was the male again. Roxanne was getting close 
to an orgasm, but slowed herself down. She didn't know if 
they would want her to cum.
   " When I applied to entertain the other surgeons, she 
took my application. I let her take a video of me. God, I'm 
so ashamed. I was on an examination table, with my ass in 
the air. I let her touch my body, and it turned me on. The 
whipped me with her belt. She even put her fingers into my 
ass."
   " Did you get off ?"
   " Yes. I came so hard. It was horrible. "
   " But you loved it, didn't you ?"
   " Uh huh. "
   " What else would you like to do with that receptionist. 
"
   Even in this situation, it seemed, well, awfully personal 
to lay her deepest fantasies on the table. Roxanne's body 
was shaking. Despite her attempted restraint, she was 
getting very close to a climax.
   " I dream about her. I've never done anything else with a 
girl before, but I think about maybe... well... I think 
about licking her pussy for her. After the way I degraded 
myself in front of that receptionist, god help me, I want to 
lower myself again and lick her pussy lips. "
   " Do you want to be a cunt licking slut for this 
receptionist ? Do you want to take a place between her legs, 
and worship her pussy ? Is that where you belong ?"
   " God yes, I think about it all the time. "
   " Lay back on the bed. "
   Roxanne allowed herself to fall backwards onto the smelly 
sheets of the bed. All the while, she stroked her pussy, 
fantasizing about the time she had spent with Dr. Vichy's 
receptionist on that fateful first day.
   " We're going to let you have your wish, doctor slut. One 
of the girls here will let you lick her pussy, and you can 
pretend that it belongs to the receptionist. Pretend that 
it's Becky. "
   Yes. Roxanne wanted this so badly. With her eyes covered, 
she could pretend that it was that dumb blond from Dr. 
Vichy's office who was crawling onto the bed beside her. One 
of the men, she imaged that it was the man who had been 
questioning her, was also positioning himself between her 
legs. 
   " Pretend that I'm that receptionist, doctor, " a female 
said from above her. The voice was familiar, but Roxanne 
couldn't place it. Was it one of the girls from the office ? 
No. Right now, in her mind, this woman was becoming that 
dumb slut of a receptionist, ready to have her pussy licked 
by Dr. Roxanne Tremblay.
   The woman straddled Roxanne's face. She could feel the 
woman's knees aside her shoulders. Roxanne couldn't wait to 
feel the wet pussy against her face. This was a fantasy come 
true. Between her legs, the male teased the entrance to her 
pussy with the head of his cock. 
   The first taste was exquisite. The girl was practically 
dripping. Roxanne took her first lick of female flesh, and 
then quickly took two more. The aroma filled her nose. She 
could truly imagine that this was the pussy and ass of that 
secretary that was being lowered onto her face. The very 
thought brought her to an unexpected little orgasm.
   When the unknown man sunk himself into her, Roxanne began 
to lick and suck in earnest. The other people in the room 
cheered the man and woman on as they rode Roxanne from both 
ends. 
   " You're not so high and mighty now that you're licking 
my cunt, are you doctor ? As a matter of fact, you're just a 
receptionist now too. Maybe licking pussy should be part of 
your duties from now on. "
   Roxanne's fantasy was so strong that she could actually 
imagine that it was the voice of the cocky receptionist that 
taunted her. The words triggered another small orgasm in 
Roxanne, and the man inside of her grunted with approval as 
her pussy contracted around him.
   Yes. This is where she belonged. Sucking pussy. Being 
fucked.
   The surgeon continued to suck greedily on the wet pussy 
of the unknown woman.
   The man between her legs picked up his pace. He slammed 
himself in and out of her well lubricated hole. Another set 
of hands was freeing Roxanne's small breasts from her blouse 
and bra. 
   " Aaaah, I'm cumming... " the man cried out, and a second 
later, Roxanne could feel his hot seed filling her. 
   He pulled out, and for a moment, she felt empty, but 
another man soon took his place.
   The woman above Roxanne was enjoying her tongue 
thoroughly. She continued to verbally abuse the doctor as 
she rode towards orgasm.
   " Keep licking, you whore. This is what you went to 
medical school for, bitch... so you could learn anatomy well 
enough to please me. "
   The words stung with such sweet humiliation. Finally, the 
woman cried out, and her pussy convulsed against Roxanne's 
lips. It was all Roxanne could do to draw a breath as the 
woman violently rode her face to a powerful orgasm.
   Soon, a Roxanne was on her knees, with a cock in her ass 
and one in her mouth. The night went late as man after man 
abused her body, but the only taste that remained in 
Roxanne's mouth was that of her first pussy. The voice had 
sounded familiar. Was it Lucy maybe ? Or perhaps one of the 
nurses ? God, she wanted another taste.
   When the group was done with her, they left her on the 
stinking bed, covered in the mixed juices of the evening. 
Roxanne waited until they all left, and then masturbated 
herself yet again.

   Lucy was baffled. Her new roommate, after staying out all 
Saturday night, was acting very strange indeed. When Roxy 
first moved in, Lucy had chalked up her odd behaviour to 
stress from the divorce. The loud nightly masturbation 
sessions kept Lucy awake some nights, but also, if she were 
to be truthful, provided her with some sweet dreams. After 
the Saturday, though, Lucy began to think that there might 
be some truth in Robert Marsh's fables about the girl.
   Monday at work, Lucy heard a rumour from one of the 
nurses that she had actually seen Roxy masturbating at the 
reception desk. She wouldn't have believed it herself if she 
hadn't have walked into the reception area to find Roxy 
hastily straightening up her skirt, and looking quite 
nervous.
   Dr. Pascal went away on a family emergency on Tuesday, 
otherwise, Lucy might have been tempted to bring the strange 
behaviour to the boss. 
   Things just got worse from there.
   On Wednesday, Roxy disappeared into Dr. Marsh's office 
for a couple of hours. Lucy was due in a procedure with Dr. 
Lee, so she wasn't able to check up on things. When she came 
back out, the difference in Roxy was startling. 
   The receptionist's face was swollen with local 
anaesthetic. Her lips were puffed out now, apparently from a 
collagen injection. The woman's eyebrows, lips and perhaps 
even her tongue were pierced with little golden studs. Lucy 
didn't even want to know what other little procedures Roxy 
had allowed Dr. Marsh to perform on her.
   " Um, what's with the piercings ?" Lucy asked, as 
delicately as she knew how.
   Roxy's face went red. " Oh, I just agreed to be a sort of 
model for Robert's work, so he can show his patients how 
things look. "
   " I hope you consider it carefully before agreeing to any 
more. Dr. Marsh does some pretty extreme procedures. "
   The receptionist didn't answer, but her face went redder 
yet, giving Lucy a clue to the answer.
   None of it made any sense until Lucy found a note amongst 
Roxy's things that evening. Lucy felt guilty for snooping, 
but she was actually a bit worried about Roxy.
'	you belong to me now
	i love the video
	it shows what a whore you are
	a volunteer are you?
	volunteer to Dr. Marsh
	he'll want a display model
	i want you to masturbate
	three times daily
	while at the reception desk
	no excuses		'
   The note floored Lucy. Now she knew that Dr. Marsh's 
story about an incriminating video was true, and it was 
apparent that the man was using it to blackmail Roxy into 
his perverse medical procedures. Lucy dreaded to think about 
what else he would want to do to Roxy's body. So far, the 
permanent damage had been minimal. Lucy was determined to 
stop this thing once and for all on Monday. Shelly would put 
an end to this.

   Roxanne had a bad feeling about today. Lucy had been 
acting oddly sympathetic for the whole week, and seemed very 
edgy on the way in to work this morning. Of course, this was 
the day that Shelly was going to be back from her leave, and 
she would definitely have some questions about the new 
jewellery and the lip injections. 
   The last week had kept Roxanne in constant anxiety. The 
next set of instructions had been the most difficult yet. 
They told her to masturbate at the reception desk. When the 
doctors went in for procedures, the nurses were always in 
and out of the reception area, and Roxanne was scared to 
death of being caught. It also excited her to no end, which 
made it doubly difficult to be discrete while cumming.
   Another of the instructions had mandated volunteering to 
be a virtual 'display model' for Dr. Marsh's cosmetic 
procedures. At first, Roxanne had thought that it was a dead 
give-away that the piggish doctor was involved in the letter 
writing. However, when she approached him about it, he 
seemed surprised by the request, and reluctant to take the 
offer.
   In the end, she had practically had to beg him to make 
some minor changes to her appearance, in hopes that the 
piercings and lip injections would be enough to satisfy the 
letter writer. 
   There was no other note.
   Roxanne was beginning to fear that the letter writer 
would never reveal himself or herself. Her curiosity was 
killing her.
   When Shelly came in, there was a lot of office business 
to catch up on. The other staff members each went in for a 
quick morning meeting with the head of the clinic. By the 
time it was her turn to see her friend, Roxanne was almost 
sick with anxiety.
   Sitting across the desk from her friend and former 
colleague, Roxanne could feel the woman's eyes burning into 
her. 
   " What the hell is this ?" Shelly asked angrily.
   Roxanne couldn't meet her eyes.
   " I, uh, volunteered to be a sort of 'display model' for 
doctor..."
   " Cut the bullshit, Roxy. "
   That hurt. Up to this point, Shelly had been careful to 
call her friend by her proper name. Now, in anger, she 
reverted to the less respectful form. The cosmetic surgeon 
continued.
   " What I'm talking about is the video. "
   " Video ?" Roxanne's heart began to pound in her ears.
   Shelly shook her head, and then slipped a plain video 
tape into her VCR. The television screen lit up to a scene 
that Roxanne had never witnessed herself. It was the Royal 
Motel.
   Roxanne was on the bed, laying back, playing with her 
pussy. On one side of the screen, a woman was crawling onto 
the bed beside her. Despite herself, Roxanne leaned forward 
in her chair to get a better view. The more she thought 
about it, the more she knew that the woman who straddled her 
face had to be the letter writer.
   In the scene, the woman positioned herself over Roxanne's 
face. Then, for a moment, the woman was visible. Was it 
Lucy... no, not Shelly... nor any of the nurses... Roxanne 
squinted to identify the woman. Then it hit her. The woman 
was actually Becky Keena, the very receptionist who had 
introduced her to her problems initially.
   Roxanne shook her head in disbelief. When she was on that 
bed, imagining herself to be licking at the pussy of the 
cocky receptionist, in all actuality her fantasy was being 
fulfilled. In the video, the smug girl was flinging verbal 
abuse at the doctor who was serving her, and Roxanne was 
enjoying it thoroughly.
   Becky Keena. Dr. Vichy's receptionist. It was too weird.
   But it made sense to her now. The letter writer had to be 
someone who was confident in exactly how she would react. 
Becky already knew how to turn her on. The first time the 
blond girl had abused her, it was for the amusement of the 
hospital's surgeons. This time, she used the information to 
take some personal amusement from the degradation of the 
surgeon. 
   All of the suspicions that Roxanne had held about her co-
workers must have just been an extra bit of satisfaction for 
the girl. Roxanne felt like such a fool for playing into her 
hands.
   Shelly turned off the video. Roxanne couldn't face her 
friend. The woman had stood by her from the beginning, and 
given her a second chance. Now the cosmetic surgeon was 
angry. It showed in her voice.
   " I don't know what you were thinking, Roxy. First you go 
and blow your career at the hospital with your silly urges, 
and now you're pissing away all of your chances for 
recovering. I don't have to tell you how upset I am. Now, 
from what I hear from the staff, you're bringing your 
perversions in to work with you too."
   " I'm sorry... "
   " Shut the fuck up. " 
   Roxanne was taken aback. She had never heard her friend 
swear like that.
   " Does it turn you on to be a fucking stupid whore like 
this ?"
   The question hung in the air for a moment. When she 
finally answered, it was just a whisper.
   " Yes. "
   " Jesus Christ... this is turning you on right now, isn't 
it ?"
   " Yes. "
   Tears were forming in Roxanne's eyes, but Shelly seemed 
too angry to care.
   " All right, Roxy. If you're going to act like a 
submissive whore, I'm going to treat you like one. Get on 
your knees. "
   This was the last reaction that Roxanne had expected from 
her friend, but apparently, the woman's compassion had 
reached its limits. Roxanne slid down onto her knees.
   " You're going to continue to work here, Roxy, but from 
now on, you follow only my instructions. I've bought the 
video tape to protect your interests. As long as you follow 
my commands, and don't do anything else stupid, we might 
just be able to salvage your career. "
   " Dr. Marsh has told me about your request to be a model 
for his techniques, and I've agreed to let you do that. 
However, the cost of the procedures will be deducted from 
your pay. "
   " If you screw anything up, I'm going to punish you the 
only way you seem to understand. I'll whip your ass raw. And 
since you want to be a submissive slut so badly, I'll let 
you, but only in the confines of this office. No more of 
this bullshit !" The surgeon tapped the video tape for 
emphasis.
   " Do we understand each other ?"
   Roxanne was crying now. How had she ever let herself sink 
this low in the esteem of her friend. Shelly seemed to very 
angry and disappointed in her.
   " Yes..." she said, and then added. " Ma'am. "
   That just felt right.
   " Good. Now you're going to show me how seriously you 
take my new rules by crawling over here, and licking my 
pussy. "
   The idea shocked Dr. Roxanne Tremblay. Shelly sat down at 
her desk, and hiked up her skirt slightly. Crawling between 
those legs now would just show how far Roxanne had sunk, to 
be used sexually by her only remaining friend.
   Slowly, with tears rolling down her cheeks, Roxanne 
crawled around the desk, and then underneath it. Hesitating 
wouldn't make this easier. Roxanne leaned forward into the 
waiting crotch of her best friend.

   Above the desk, Shelly didn't seem quite so angry now. 
This is where Roxanne has always belonged, she mused to 
herself. It just took a little effort to get her there. The 
doctor would be down there for a while now. It always took 
Shelly a very long time to orgasm, but the wait was worth 
it. The difficulty was finding a lover who would spend a 
full half-hour or sometimes much longer licking her pussy.
   Of course, this little arrangement solved that problem. 
While Roxanne worked beneath the desk, Shelly thought of one 
little piece of business that she wanted to wrap up 
immediately. From one of her open drawers, she produced a 
chequebook.
   She wrote the cheque for one thousand dollars, and made 
it out to Becky Keena.
   Shelly paused on the line marked 'memo', and then wrote 
with a smile:
   " Receptionist Bonus "

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