XXX - 136 Office Slave (7 page)

"But that's not why I called you in. Scotty called, said none of the men believe him about the new incentive program, so I'd like you to get dressed and go down there and let them know it's legitimate.” He looked pointedly at her. “You don't have to fuck anybody, just let them know you'll be available when the time comes."

El felt relieved to be able to put on her skirt again. She dressed quickly, afraid Jack might change his mind. Then she was out the door and into the corridor. She went downstairs to the plant floor and sought out Scotty. Her presence—and the way she was dressed—drew attention almost immediately. She heard wolf whistles as she walked around.

"Anyone seen Scotty?"

The comments and questions flew back at her. “What's going on, Ellen?"

"Why're ya dressed like that?"

"Is it true what Scotty says?"

She stopped at the last question and faced the man. He was a sallow-faced, heavyset middle-aged man, name of Richards. For some reason, El suddenly pictured him on top of her, grunting his way to a climax. “Yes, it's true,” she told him matter-of-factly. “If this shift beats Tom's shift, you guys get to spend some time with me."

"Spend some time? What's that mean?"

She leaned in close to his ear, her embarrassment rising anew. “You guys can all ... have sex with me."

Richards took a step back in shock. “You're joking!"

Two others rushed up."What's this? What's happening?"

Richards explained. The others didn't believe him. They turned to El. “Come on! This has got to be a joke! We aren't allowed to do that!"

El assured them it was true. She kept an eye out for Scotty, knowing he'd back her up.

"Come on, if it's true, show us what we'd get!” one of the men said.

She turned to them. Her face felt hot. She knew she was blushing again. El looked around and saw she was too exposed here, so she pointed to the tool shop, then headed that way. The three men followed her, and soon were joined by several others, like a pack of rabid dogs.

Scotty was in the tool shop, talking to another man. He looked up over the top of the dutch door and smiled when he spotted El. “Well, lookie who's stopped by. I told you guys."

"They don't believe me, either, Scotty. Mr. Sawyer said I should convince them it's for real."

He opened the half-door for her. “Well, you'd better come in here, or you'll get mobbed.” The other man just stared at her, as if he wasn't sure if she should be allowed to invade his tiny shop. Scotty closed the half door behind her, keeping her safe from the other men.

El turned around the faced the men crowded around the door. Slyly, she raised her top until her breasts came into view, then quickly dropped it. The men hooted and whistled.

"Come on, show us the rest!"

El shook her head in mock resignation and reached down to the hem of her skirt. Then she raised it up to expose her naked pussy and pushed it down again.

"I didn't see! I didn't see!” someone shouted from the back.

"Last time,” she warned, and flashed them again. The group went wild.

"Now the ass! Show us!"

El turned around and let them see her well-marked ass. The crowd grew quiet when stripes from Jack's belt came into view.

"Goll-lee! Wudja look at that!"

"She's been whipped. Musta done som'tin bad!"

El smoothed down her skirt, her face flush with embarrassment. She just wanted to return to the safety of her office. Scotty helped her get out through the crowd. Behind her, she could hear, “No way Tom's boys are going to beat us!” She smiled to herself, knowing Jack would be pleased.

When she returned, she buzzed Jack to let him know. Then, without being asked, she removed her skirt and dropped it onto the desk. She sat, bringing her right hand back to her pussy. She was rather sore now. She had to fuck Tom in an hour, and she hoped he would be the last today.

She didn't know how she was going to survive two years of this. Her emotions were all mixed up. On one hand, she had the most powerful orgasm she'd ever had when being fucked by Bob, but on the other hand, the embarrassment she had to endure was taking its toll on her. In a very short time, all pretense that El had been a woman of substance and value would be gone, and everyone would treat her like the whore she'd become.

CHAPTER 5

El got out of the limo and walked tiredly to her front door. Raphael, the driver, waved as he pulled away. Following Jack's orders, she had given him a blowjob to thank him for the ride and now her mouth tasted bitter. She wanted to shower and have a drink.

Bill opened the door before she could reach the doorknob and stepped aside, a concerned look on his face. “Ellen? Are you all right?"

"I'm fine,” she said. The last thing she wanted right now was to try to explain her behavior to her husband.

But Bill wouldn't let it go. “I've been worried about you—that you've been reassigned, the way you dressed today. What's going on?"

"Did you get a job?” El tried to short-circuit the conversation.

"No. It's only been one day, Ellen."

Her temper flared. “I can't support you any more, Bill. You have to make enough to pay half the expenses! Take anything! Don't let your pride ruin everything."

"I don't understand why you're still working there! If they caught you stealing, why haven't you been fired? Or arrested? Tell me what your situation is, dammit!"

El sighed. She knew she'd have to tell him eventually. Right now she was just too tired. “Let me take a shower, then fix me a drink and I'll try to fill you in."

As she headed toward the bathroom, an image flicked through her head: Bill, after being told the whole sad story, crouching between her bare thighs, carefully shaving her pussy for Jack. She shook her head, ridding her mind of the thought.

She took a long, hot shower. When she washed her sensitive pussy and ass, she was reminded of her long day. She might've made the wrong choice. Being disgraced and jailed could well be preferable to this.

After drying off, she wrapped herself in a thick terrycloth robe and came out to the living room. Bill was waiting there with a scotch on the rocks, her favorite drink.

She took a sip, then sat on the couch. Bill hovered expectantly nearby.

"First of all,” she began, trying to set some ground rules, “you should know that this was all my decision. No one forced me to do anything.” She took another sip and began her story from the beginning. She had told him yesterday (was it just yesterday?) that Jack had caught her stealing and she'd been reassigned, but she hadn't provided any details.

Now she told him she was being used to entertain clients and workers, without going into a lot of detail about her humiliating treatment at the plant. Bill sat there, his mouth ajar, his eyes wide. He seemed too shocked to be angry at first, but then his mood darkened.

"That bastard! He can't get away with this! That's extortion!"

She put a hand on his arm. “You can't, Bill. You can't do anything rash. Promise me."

"You don't have to do this, El,” he said, using his nickname for Ellen that had now been corrupted by Jack. “We can move away, start fresh somewhere else."

"No. You haven't been listening. I have to pay him back or he'll call the cops. If I run, they'll track me down and I'll be arrested and my life ruined. No one would hire a CPA who's been convicted of embezzling! This is the only way out, don't you see?"

Bill shook his head. “No, I don't see. There must be another way."

Her anger flared anew. “You could get a fucking job!"

Bill turned away, hurt “I'm going to, I promise. Tomorrow."

She softened a little then. “Good. Otherwise, we won't make it."

Bill's head swiveled around. “Is he paying you?"

El hung her head.She told him of the arrangement she had with Jack and that she hoped to be able to pay him back within a couple of years.

"A couple of years? That's impossible! I'm not going to stand by while my wife becomes the sex slave to a maniacal businessman."

"Yes you will. You'll do nothing to disturb our arrangement. You can help me or you can divorce me. Those are your choices."

Bill sat back, stunned. El could read his face: He felt guilty for being out of work for so long. He probably had suspected El was bringing home too much money, but he'd never asked her about it.

"Well, what's it going to be? Are you in or are you out?"

Bill locked his eyes on hers. “When I married you, I promised to stick by you in sickness and in health, good days and bad,” he began. Ellen's heart lept with joy. He was going to help her. “But those same vows said something about being true to each other, forsaking all others, right? If you think I'm going to be able to sit by while you get fucked by strangers, you're mistaken. I don't care if you did steal money to help us."

El opened her mouth in shock. The joy she briefly felt vanished along with her remaining dignity. Then she became angry. She had gotten into this situation because of him and now he was getting ‘holier than thou’ on her?

"You bastard. You lazy bastard! You think I like this? You think I get off on this? I'm doing this for us, don't you see? I found a way out of an impossible situation and all you can do is sit there and act pious?"

Bill shook his head. “You're not doing this for us. You're doing this to save your career. My career will get started again. I haven't stolen anything—or fucked anyone. Above all, you didn't talk to me about this before you started spreading your legs!"

He stood up. “You can fuck Jack and anyone he chooses, but if you think I'm going to play cuckold, you're out of your mind.” He stalked out of the room.

El sat there, unable to think clearly. She was still angry with him for getting her into this mess, but she had to admit, he was right: she had made the decision unilaterally. She told him the way it was going to be. For some reason, she thought he would understand, that he would feel remorse for his lack of effort. That he would abandon her had never seemed like a real possibility.

She got up and went to the bedroom. Bill had a suitcase on the bed and was packing. “Where are you going?"

"For now, back to my parents.” He looked up. “I know, I'm too old to be running home to mamma, but I don't have the funds to start myself up somewhere else right now. Once I get a job, I'll find a place."

"Just like that, you're throwing six years of marriage out the window?"

"No, not ‘just like that.’ It took a stunning act of betrayal to do it."

El's mouth worked, but no sounds came out. Her anger, her humiliation, her fear all combined and contradicted each other in her mind. Then another voice, a tiny, wicked voice called out:
Now you can do what you've always wanted to do.
She shook the stray thought out of her head. She didn't want to do this, how crazy that idea was! But it was like a tickle or an itch she couldn't scratch.

Bill finished packing. El stood there, trying to think of something to say. Did she want him to go? She could cancel the deal, go to prison. Would Bill wait for her?

No, she decided. He wouldn't. Their marriage had been rocky before, now it had finally shattered. She couldn't save it by herself. She was truly on her own.

At the door, Bill turned to her. “Goodbye, Ellen. I'll miss you, I really will. I'll come by later for the rest of my things. Good luck with your new job.” He said the last with a sarcasm that burned Ellen's soul.

She stood there, mute and shaking, as Bill loaded up his car and drove away without a backward glance. She shut the door and leaned against it. Now she really was screwed, she thought, not even smiling at the irony of that phrase. Jack had only agreed to pay for half the expenses—there's no way she could cover the rest. She'd have to sell the house for sure.

Maybe that wasn't such a bad thing. That meant that Jack wouldn't have to pay nearly as much for a cheap apartment as a house. She could wrap up her ordeal in far less time. She'd have to do the math.

"Jack will know what to do,” she whispered to herself. “I'll ask Jack.” She caught herself. “I'll ask Mr. Sawyer.” That she would defer to her boss didn't seem strange to her. In just twenty-four hours her life had fallen under his control, and she seemed ready to give him all her problems.

She couldn't eat, her stomach was too upset. She had another scotch and went to bed. Her only thought before she fell asleep was:
I hope I can shave my pussy properly by myself.

The next morning, El was groggy when the alarm went off at seven. She got up late and took another shower. She sat on the closed toilet seat afterwards and shaved herself as carefully as she could. Using a hand mirror, she thought she reached nearly every bit of stubble, but it was awkward and took far too long.

It was 8:15 by the time she raced into her bedroom to pick out an outfit. Her “new” wardrobe consisted of a few short skirts and tops; she'd have to buy more soon. She threw on a denim miniskirt and a light blue top. Since she didn't have to worry about underwear, she could be dressed in minutes. Remembering Jack's comment about her shoes, El chose a pair of tan sandals with three-inch heels. She had bought them before she'd gotten married and rarely wore them. Now she felt tall and shapely, if a bit unstable.

With a sudden bolt of fear, she realized she had forgotten to put on her makeup. She looked at her watch: 8:25. There was no time to put on a foundation. Quickly, she smeared on some eyeliner and rouge, then coated her lips. She wished she'd remembered to buy false eyelashes. Maybe Jack would allow her to purchase them during the workday.

She heard the car horn just as she finished brushing her teeth, so she dropped everything and ran out the door. It was Jack, not Raphael, she was happy to see. She got in and, without being asked, pulled up her skirt and sat on the seat. She spread her legs for him. His hand reached over and rested against her pussy. It made her feel hot and lightheaded.

"You seemed to be running behind today,” Jack said, his fingers teasing her.

"Um, yes. I had a little trouble getting up."

"How did Bill take it last night?” He made no move to drive away.