An adult stories – Eighty One – Pt. 03 by RebeccaSymmons,RebeccaSymmons 6
Leaving the bathroom, fresh from her shower, Laura entered the bedroom. Andrew looked up from his laptop and watched her. She paused as she passed the long mirror just inside the door, before looking down at the freshly denuded area between her legs. She had to admit that Mason was right, it did look good. Slipping her hand down she confirmed that it felt good too.
“What do you think?” She asked turning to face the bed.
“I like it. You should have done it before. Was that one of his orders too?”
“Sort of, but I think you’ll be the one to reap the benefits.”
“Your backside’s still marked. Does it hurt?”
“No, actually. Not at all.” She made her way back to the mirror and turned to look over her shoulder. She slid her hands over her buttocks and massaged the soft flesh. Faint bruising remained the only physical evidence of her ordeal but her memories would last much longer. The initial pain had soon subsided leaving a hot prickly sensation which, she had to admit, she’d found quite pleasant.
“We’ve had a few more moves.” He showed her the board. As always it meant nothing to her.
“And what’s the outcome, are you winning?”
“Too early to tell but we’re doing all right. Lost another pawn though. That’s two you have to find now.” He looked at her as he passed the news, ready to judge the reaction.
“It doesn’t matter. We have a secret weapon to use against him, ‘Super Abbie’. She’s going to help me find out who might have the pieces.”
“Abbie knows about this?”
“There wasn’t much option. I think she first suspected something unusual when she heard me screaming my head off as some thug whacked my backside.”
“I see what you mean,” he said, laughing, “so it’ll be the four of us then on Team Laura.”
“What do you mean?”
“Me, you, Alice and Abbie. Working together to win the game.”
“You have to win it on the board, you can leave the rest to us women.”
“I don’t think so. I’m going to make sure that you see this through and return the pieces. Graham called me today after he’d spoken to you. By the way, I think he was impressed with your handling of this mornings little incident. Anyway I got the impression that he really wants you to succeed with all this and implied that I should play a part in making sure that you do.”
“What? What do you mean, your my husband. You’re supposed to be here to help me not him.”
“I know that, and I am here to help you, of course I am, but it might not always seem like it.”
“Like how, for example?”
“Well the obvious one is, say things get on top of you and in the heat of the moment you want to quit. What should I do? Support you and let you give away your shares or force you to carry on and let you thank me later?” There was no answer to that. Of course she would want him to make her carry on. “I don’t have a role in this beyond trying to win the game on the board and supporting you in the game off the board.”
“Are you saying that you’re happy for me to be treated like I was this morning? Do you know how humiliating it was being spanked by a stranger and how embarrassing it was facing Abbie afterwards?”
“I’m not saying I’m happy about it. I’m just saying that there don’t seem to be many options at the moment apart from playing along. And we’ve been together long enough now for me to know that your objections to being treated like that were probably not one hundred percent genuine. Am I right? Wasn’t there just a hint of a fantasy fulfilled?”
“Of course not. Don’t be so stupid.” She sounded genuine enough but still felt the flush in her neck and cheeks.
Andrew tried to reassure her. “Not knowing how this will pan out is scary, I know that. But what are you scared of most, being forced to do things or having your secret exposed and admitting that you enjoyed it?”
Lying awake in bed while sleep eluded her Laura mulled over their conversation and what Andrew had said. Of course he was privy to her secret thoughts as she was to his. He knew of her inclination for the unusual things in life. What her friends regarded as the normal elements of a relationship didn’t seem quite enough to her even if she couldn’t quite put her finger on that elusive missing part. Would he now use those secrets against her and share them with Weston?
She couldn’t let herself believe that Andrew would divulge her secret thoughts–he loved her. He wasn’t an uncaring person; he didn’t only act in his own self interest. Surely he would see this as a shared challenge and guide them through the uncertain times with what was best for her at the forefront of his mind. But wasn’t that the danger? Now they were aware of how Weston and his colleagues conducted themselves toward women, might he match their needs to hers? What he thought was best may be too much for her. Would she be brave enough to see this through and live up to his expectations?
She wanted to play her part in the game, however wacky it may be. In the end she would get her reward, she would make sure of that. She knew how vulnerable she was and it frightened her and there was no doubt that she was in for a rocky ride. Even so, the fear and anticipation combined to generate that familiar tightening in her throat and suggestive itch between her legs.
7
Laura called Abbie into her office, her obvious excitement getting the better of her.
“Abbie, look at this,” she said passing her a formal looking document. “The jewellery people loved the proposals, we’ve got the contract.”
“Wow, well done you.” She scanned down the sheet. “Oh my god! They’re going to pay that much? I assume I’ll be in line for a huge Christmas bonus due to my enduring moral support.”
“Of course not but I might reconsider my decision to fire you instead.”
“Oh thank you Ma’am. My lazy husband and seven kids will be so grateful. We could even upgrade to a bigger slum.”
“They want a full presentation with all the details. What have we got on in the short term?” Abbie rushed back to her desk, returning shortly with her tablet. A couple of quick taps produced the calendar.
“There’s nothing pressing that you couldn’t pass to one of the others. You’ll want to handle the Hampton’s thing yourself, that’s in four weeks.”
“Brilliant. Can you get back to Simpson’s then and set that up for about three weeks time. If there’s a problem go for slightly longer rather than any less, we need time to get this just right.”
“Will do. Anything else?”
“Yes, can you go and see Shaun Cooper to check what he’s working on, we’ll need him on this.”
“Oh, do I have to?”
Laura tried to reassure her. “Yes, go on. He’s all right, he’s just a bit of a geek, that’s all.”
“He looks at me funny, gives me the creeps. I don’t know why you took him on.”
“Yes you do, because he’s the best geek around. Now off you go and none of your chat up lines, you know office romances always get complicated.”
“You’re so gross.” As she reached the door Laura called after her.
“And by the way, I’m meeting Alice for lunch, fancy joining us?”
“Sorry, I would have loved to but I can’t today, I’m taking my mum to have an eye check, thanks anyway.” Abbie picked up the notepad from her desk before returning to Laura.
“Despite the shameful way you treat me I’ve been doing some research into this pawn you have to find.”
“It’s two now. Andrew lost another one last night.”
“Bloody hell. Does he know what he’s doing?”
“He seems pretty confident, says it’s normal to loose bits in any game.”
“Oh well, It’s not my arse on the line. Anyway it’s really hard when there’s nothing to go on and no idea where to look. All I’ve come up with so far are these.” Laura took the pad and read through Abbie’s notes. “There’s an old fashioned pawn shop in Southwark who use the phrase ‘Searching for Pawn?’ in their advertising. That’s their number, might be worth a call. The next one,” she pointed it out with her pencil, “might be more what you’re looking for. There’s a sex shop in a place called Pawn Lane. The address and number are there. And the last one–I love this–didn’t know there was such a thing. There’s a pub along the river called The White Pawn. And get this, the last Thursday of the month they have an amateur striptease night. The winner gets a prize.”
“You’re kidding!” Laura doubted it to be true.
“Nope. The details are there have a look for yourself. Just think, you might be able to pop down there, get your kit off, better than anybody else of course, and win a pawn.” Laura slowly shook her head from side to side, unconvinced that these things actually happened.
“Worth a try,” Abbie said, “but I’ll carry on looking just in case you don’t win.”
“You’re loving this aren’t you?”
“Not at all it’s just retribution for sending me to the geek cave. If I’m not back in fifteen minutes you’d better come looking for me.”
8
Two trendy slate platters arrived at their table, both piled high with club sandwich, fashionably fat chips and avocado salad. They loved the place. The small café was tucked away in a side street off the tourist routes but handy for them both to walk from their offices.
Half the tables were occupied, mainly by office workers in suits, some tapping away on their laptops, taking advantage of the free wifi,. The waiter soon returned carrying their usual: two large coffee’s. That was another aspect of the place which influenced their decision to return: there was no need to study the menu they just ordered their favourite.
After catching up with each others news Alice got round to what she was dying to ask.
“So how’s the chess going?”
“He’s lost two pawns now, which apparently is normal, and says he’s in a good position on the board.”
“And have you got anywhere with finding out where they are, or who’s got them?”
“Not really but Abbie’s been looking for ‘lines of enquiry’ as the police put it and come up with these.” She dug deep into her bag for the notes. “A sex shop, a pawn shop and an amateur striptease night at a pub, all with ‘pawn’ connections.”
“Let’s have a look,” Alice said, giggling. Laura handed her the notes which she slowly read. Her expression turned from humorous to thoughtful as she read. “And what did they say?”
“I haven’t done anything about it yet. She only gave them to me late this morning.”
“Well come on then, get your finger out girl. The sooner you get this sorted the better.” With that Alice took the phone from her bag and dialled the number of the sex shop. Holding it to her ear she waited for the call to be answered before passing the phone to Laura. A rapid shake of her head and a silently mouthed ‘no’ told Alice she didn’t want to take the call. A stern look and the phone thrust toward her convinced her that she had little choice.
“Hello, can I help you?” The female voice sounded quite young, not the sleazy old man voice she had expected.
“Er… yes, I mean, I don’t know.”
“There’s no need to be shy about anything madam we’re used to dealing with all sorts of inquiry’s.”
“I’m sure you are, yes. Look, I was just wondering whether you had an order waiting for me.”
“We don’t do orders from the shop madam but there is a separate department who deal with the online stuff. I can put you through to them if you like.”
“I don’t think that will be necessary.”
“What exactly is it you’re after?”
“It may sound odd but it’s a pawn.”
“Madam it doesn’t sound odd, this is an adult store we’ve got loads of the stuff.” Alice, listening in to the conversation gave a smirk.
“No not P.O.R.N, P.A.W.N as in chess. I thought somebody may have left one there for me. My name’s Miller, Laura Miller.”
“Well Mrs Miller, I can assure you that we only have the other sort and there are no orders awaiting delivery.”
“OK then I must have got it wrong, but thanks for your help anyway.”
“No problem Mrs Miller but if you do want anything in the future you get back to us, ask for Sandy.”
“I will yes, Thanks, Bye.” After pushing ‘End call’ she passed the phone back to Alice. “I think we can safely cross that one off the list. God, that was awkward.”
“It would have been more awkward if she had it. You’d have had to go there and ask for it.”
“That wouldn’t bother me, as long as I got the thing back. Besides I’m sure you would have gone with me. We could be the pervy sisters. Lets finish this, then you can call the Pawn Brokers, we’ll see if you’re any better.”
After finishing their meal Alice made the call.
“Hello, is that the pawn shop?”
“It is indeed, how can I help you?” The very well spoken male voice asked.
“Well, it may sound odd but I’m looking for a pawn.”
“Is this a joke, ‘a wind up’ I think they call it these days?”
“No really, I am looking for a pawn.”
“Lady, fish shops sell fish and bookshops sell books but pawn shops don’t sell pawns.”
“I know that. I’m after a proper pawn, the chess sort.”
“Why didn’t you say, we have a couple of chess sets somewhere.”
“No, I don’t want a whole set. Has anybody brought in just a single pawn?”
“Of course not, why on earth would anybody do that?”
“I don’t think you have what I’m looking for. Thank you very much for you’re time.” Alice said, and ended the call before having to give any more of an explanation.
“I don’t know which was better,” Laura said, “mine thought I was a pervert, yours thought you were an idiot. Have you got to rush back or do you want another coffee?”
“Oh go on, let’s have another. I don’t want to miss you calling the strip joint. And if you get through don’t forget to ask where you get those little tassels for your nips.”
“There’s no need. If you’re not working that night I’ll borrow yours.”
With two fresh coffees before them they studied Abbie’s notes. After looking at the website they had all the basic information.
“The only thing it doesn’t say” Laura said, “is what the prize is. I’ll ring and ask.” After their two practice runs she felt a lot more confident. Finding it difficult to hear as the place was filling up with office workers she went outside. She returned a few minutes later to an Alice eager to hear the news.
“Come on then, what did they say?”
“Not a lot. He was very vague.”
“Oh, that’s not very helpful.”
“No it’s not really,” Laura said, “but it fits in though. Ever since this started nothing has been clear. Nobody gives a straight answer to anything and he was no different. I suppose that’s quite encouraging really. If it was as simple as ‘the best stripper wins’, he’d have told me what the prize was, but he didn’t.”
“What did he say then?”
“He said, ‘we try to make the prize pertinent to the winner’, when I pushed him some more he started talking round in circles again, just like Weston does. I mean why would you answer like that if it was all legit?”
“Hmm. Sounds like you need to practice your routine.” A beaming smile spread across Alice’s face. “You know, this could be the start of a whole new career for you. I can see it now, ‘Ladies and gentlemen, for one night only we present to you, Leggy Laura’.”
“You know what? I can’t imagine getting through life without your undying support.”
9
As the afternoon wore on Laura found it more and more difficult to concentrate on her work. Finding the pieces was going to prove more difficult than she had initially anticipated, especially if nobody would provide her with straight answers to her questions. She decided to call Andrew and seek his advice.
They talked over their options and, as she feared, their joint decision was for her to call Weston. If Andrew called it may be regarded as weakness on her part. If Weston’s response still left them struggling for direction he would then make an attempt himself.
Weston answered his phone on the second ring. “Hello Laura. Oh dear, he hasn’t upset you again has he?”
“Has who upset me?”
“The Colonel, Alistair. Said he had some business out your way this week and would call in on you. You know, see if you were doing any better with observing the rules.”
“I haven’t seen him, no. When did he say he was coming?”
“He didn’t. Just that it might be convenient this week. Is that a problem?”
“No, of course not, why should it be?” Weston felt sure he detected a defensive note in her words but also a hint of pride in the last remark, ‘Why should it be’. And indeed he was correct. She had conformed to their rules. The area between her legs was always kept smooth, completely free of new growth and never covered with underwear.
“Oh that’s good. I’m sure he’d be sorry to have to enforce the rules, he likes you.”
“That’s not what my backside thinks.”
“Oh, don’t be like that. Last time he was only advising you of the rules. He really wouldn’t like it if you broke them on purpose. That backside of yours would really know about it then.”
Not that she actually needed to but Laura made a mental note to make sure that she was groomed and dressed in the correct manner at all times–just in case. As a matter of fact she quite liked having to conform to their bizarre rules. She liked having the secret, kept from those around her as she went about her daily routines.
“Anyway,” Weston continued, “if he hasn’t been yet, to what do I owe the pleasure of hearing those sultry tones on such a mundane afternoon?”
Before making the call she had felt uncomfortable, asking for help from anybody never sat well with her. But if she was going to narrow her search, asking for his guidance seemed to be the only option. Appealing to him for that guidance would hurt her pride but trying to somehow disguise the request would be easily uncovered and that would damage her self esteem. No, she would have to be upfront with him and accept the expected scoffing.
“I’m calling because of a problem with locating your pawns.”
“You mean your pawns. They’ll only be mine again when you return them.” She could see he was going to do it again: talk in circles and give her no answers.
“Okay then, my pawns. Whoever they belong to doesn’t matter does it, if neither of us has them.”
“I see your point. Have you tried looking for them?”
“Of course I’ve bloo-” She broke off her sentence once she realised he was playing with her, trying to get her annoyed. “Yes I have looked,” she said calmly, “in three places so far. Do you really expect me to take part in an amateur strip show just to get one of those pawns?” She heard Weston laugh out loud.
“Laura, Laura, where did you come up with that? That’s priceless.”
“It all fits. We’ve found it all out.”
“What ‘fits’? And what did you find out?” Was he just testing her or trying to bluff her?
“The pubs called The White Pawn and the winner of the contest gets a prize that’s ‘pertinent to the winner’. Are you telling me that’s coincidence and not what I’m looking for?”
“Oh Laura, I’m ashamed to say that I’m tempted to string you along then book my seat in the front row. Much as I’d enjoy the show my conscience wouldn’t allow it.” The news proved to be a double edged sword. Laura’s relief at not having to go through with the strip was offset by the disappointment of seeing the last of her options disappear.
“But that means I’m left with nothing, nowhere to look.”
“Perhaps you’re looking too far away. Have you tried closer to home?”
“What do you mean, ‘closer to home’?”
“I don’t mean anything. All I’m saying is that when people, like the police for example, do searches they start from a certain point and then widen the search. It sounds as though you may have started too wide.”
“You mean somebody I know has the pawns?”
“I don’t know. I’m just saying that it might be worth looking into.”
“Well it’s not Andrew so it’s somebody at work right?”
“Worth considering.”
“Who then?” she asked impatiently.
“Who do you think?”
“I don’t know.” She enunciated each word. “I can hardly just go around and ask them one by one can I?”
“I doubt that they’d just hand it over anyway.” He said. “They’d probably want something for it.”
“Like what?”
“If they know how valuable it is to you they would probably expect a lot.” That familiar unease was returning as Laura began to read distasteful meanings into his words.
“What are you saying?”
“I’m not saying anything. I’m just helping you identify some possibilities.”
“You’re saying that somebody in my office has the pawn and I’ll have to pay them to get it back?”
“Do you think that would work?” With his every reply her frustration increased. He continued. “I suppose you could guess the most likely person and start there, or maybe you could decide what payment or service to offer and see where it would be most welcome.”
“Are you implying that I offer ‘my services’ to one of the men here in return for the pawn? You must be mad.”
“Well, you suggested it not me, but it does sound like a good idea. I mean who would resist a good looking woman like you.”
“I’m not some cheap prostitute, willing to sell myself to gain an advantage.”
“I’m sure you’re not and I wouldn’t have thought you’d need to go that far anyway, and you can still back out of the whole thing you know.”
“Oh, you’d like that wouldn’t you? Seeing me fail at the first hurdle. It wouldn’t be me refusing anyway, Andrew would never agree to it.” Her statement made Weston smile to himself. She was already considering doing whatever she needed to, she just had to get approval.
“So who is it. Who’s got the pawn. Come on tell me.”
There was a brief pause before Weston spoke again. Laura assumed he was considering just how much information to give away. “Consider your options. Who have you got working there?” Her mind raced through the possibilities. Some she couldn’t imagine doing anything with, others wouldn’t be such an ordeal, far from it in fact.
“Is it David?” She asked, trying to sound casual rather than hopeful.
“I don’t know do I.” Weston said.
“No of course you don’t. You don’t know anything do you.” She made no attempt to conceal the sarcasm in her voice. “Well is it?”
“You mean the young man in accounts?” So he had done his homework, she thought, that meant that she was on the right lines. He continued. “The good looking one? I bet that wouldn’t be so hard would it?”
“Don’t be disgusting. This is not my choice remember. You’re forcing me into it.” Her resolve to remain calm was eroding fast, making her aware of how whiny she was beginning to sound.
“I’m not forcing anybody into anything. We all have options.”
“Yes of course we do,” she snapped. “So you’re saying that I have to ‘be nice’ to David to get the pawn.”
“I’m not-” As Weston began to answer she interrupted him abruptly.
“I know, I know, you’re not saying anything are you. You’re just helping me consider the possibilities.”
“There is that, yes. But what I was going to say was that perhaps you need to consider the degree of hardship involved. I mean this pawn’s quite valuable to you isn’t it? So providing a bit of oral service on a good looking young man could be considered pleasure rather than payment.” There was a long pause while she digested his meaning.
“I’m not doing more than oral if that’s what you mean.”
“Then maybe you should consider a more demanding recipient then. You know, pay the price so to speak.”
“Like who?” Her mind mulled over the unpleasant options until it stopped at the obvious. “You don’t mean Shaun Cooper. He’s horrible. That’s disgusting.”
“Now if your description is accurate it sounds like he would be a very suitable candidate. Forgive me Laura, I don’t want to sound rude but I’m already late for a meeting. Let me know what you decide or how you get on. Cheerio.”
Laura slowly moved the phone away from her ear. Her fingers gripped it tighter and tighter before she finally slammed it into the cradle. The arrogant prick, she thought, how could he expect her to do that–with Shaun Cooper of all people. She felt like screaming. This was not what she had bargained for. Shaun bloody Cooper. She wouldn’t want to touch his bits let alone have them anywhere near her mouth, no way. She wouldn’t do it, she couldn’t do it. She swore that she would rather give up the shares than degrade herself in such a manner. But, deep down, she knew that she would have to do it, look what was at stake. What would it be like doing that to another man especially one as gross as Cooper. What if he told somebody. Would it matter? No, who would believe him.
During the two remaining hours before she left the office, her thoughts continually drifted back to the conversation with Weston. It took a while to realise that her outrage had given way to more practical considerations. Firstly how to break the news to Andrew and, more importantly, how to complete the task whilst retaining some level of dignity.
Before finalising her thoughts and devising a plan of action the phone rang, it was Andrew.
“Hi, did you call him?” he asked with a hint of excitement in his voice.
“I did, yes.” She paused, unsure of how to proceed.
“Well, what did he say. Are you going for stripper of the month?”
“Not exactly, no. They were false leads. Nothing to do with this after all.”
“Oh, right. So where does that leave us. Did he point you in the right direction?”
“You could say that. But I’m not doing it.”
“You’re not doing what?”
“He’s given the pawn to somebody here at work and expects me to earn it back.”
“Earn it back, how?”
“It doesn’t matter because I’m not doing it.” She tried to sound convincing, certain of her decision. She felt the brave defiance to be a pertinent step before eventually submitting to the inevitable.
“You’re not doing what?” He pressed again.
“Give this person a blow-job.” Laura waited, curious to hear his reaction.
“That’s not so bad is it?” His almost approving tone shocked her. “I mean you’re open minded on these things and you’re no prude. It could be worse.”
“Could be worse!” she screamed. “It’s bloody disgusting Andrew, and you’re my husband you should be outraged and… well I don’t know… threatening to thump somebody or something.”
“What I think doesn’t matter now does it. What you think is important. You’re the one who has to decide what you’re going to do.”
“You mean you’re happy to see me go through with this. Do that with somebody else?”
“I wouldn’t say I’m exactly happy with it but it was something that was on your list wasn’t it? Being used by somebody else.”
Laura’s mind whirled. The content of their fantasy exchanges flooded back. They often confided in each other, opening up those secret places. It was true, she had said it would be exciting to be handed over to a stranger and made to perform for him. She remembered his initial shock then played down the importance of it. And to her it was important, she’d had the fantasies since her teenage years, often using them to fuel her early experiments with masturbation. But she didn’t think it fair to throw them back at her like that. They were just that, fantasies. Perhaps he was bluffing, lightening her mood.
“You do realise what I’m saying don’t you.” She reiterated the point, “he wants me to earn back the pawn by having oral sex with somebody else.”
“Yes, you said. Who is it anyway?” She couldn’t believe how casually he was taking it. Did he really want her to go through with it. And to cap it all she suddenly had disturbing feelings of guilt. Were they because she’d be unfaithful or because she was secretly pleased to have his approval to act out one of her fantasies?
“It’s Shaun Cooper.” She emphasized the name as though it would finally convey to him the abhorrence of the task.
“Oh dear. You’ll certainly earn it then. Look, I’m just about to leave. We can discuss it later, okay?”
Well that confirmed it, he would be happy to see her go through with it. She felt betrayed. He was willing to hand her over to be used by another man. How could he do that?
Despite her initial disappointment at being cast off in such a casual manner she had to concede to the slight thrill the situation had evoked. A tiny part of her welcomed the challenge. Did she really want to be made to degrade herself in such a distasteful manner? The happily married business woman said no, the fantasies said yes. The conflict ran on in her mind; the dread and the arousal battling it out.
Laura was now fully aware that she was committed to seeing this through. She had the approval, and support of her husband, so all she needed was the determination to toughen up and beat Weston at his own game.
10
Walking slowly along the corridor Laura took deep breaths, desperate to reduce the thumping in her chest and calm the rapid breathing. Pausing in front of the door she used her fingers to fix her hair one last time, then reprimanded herself. Why the hell was she doing that, she wouldn’t normally.
The night before, once she and Andrew had discussed the possible scenarios of how it might pan out she had gone to sleep satisfied in her ability to accomplish the task with some decorum. Andrew had been supportive, encouraging even, reminding her that she was the cool self assured woman who could stand before a group of executives and give a detailed presentation with hardly a second thought. So it should be a breeze.
In the cold light of day her confidence and courage began to rapidly disappear. She knew that if she didn’t do it there and then she might never return.
She opened the door. Shaun Cooper sat in front of a computer screen. Even though well into his late thirties he still dressed in the typical geek wear of jeans and sweatshirt. He didn’t lift his overweight frame from the black padded swivel chair but did turn to face the door whilst continuing to tap away on the keyboard. Realising it was Laura he stopped what he was doing and removed the headphones from his ears.
“Hi Laura, is everything okay?” His worried manner was justified. A personal visit from his boss was unexpected, she usually sent her P.A. “Is this about the new account? I’ve been giving it some thought.”
She’d run through her lines a thousand times, getting the phrasing just right. Now she couldn’t even remember the opening line.
“Er…no, not really. I have something else I need to see you about.” She saw the worried look return to his eyes. She assumed that he probably thought he was about to be fired. That pleased her in some sick way. At least she could feel superior for a couple of minutes before her reputation and dignity were abandoned forever.
To gain some thinking time she wandered around the room casually picking up small cables with odd shaped plugs, handling computer mice and tapping keyboards. Even with her back to him she knew that his eyes never left her.
“We both know I’m here because there’s something I have to do.” He said nothing, just waited. “You can’t tell anybody about this, do you understand? If you do I’ll find out and there will be consequences.”
“Okay,” he said, “what do you have to do?” His quick response surprised her. Whoever gave him the pawn must have told him, but then he probably didn’t believe them or thought it was some elaborate joke. After all what are the chances of being told that your employer will be along to give you oral sex in exchange for a chess piece. He probably wanted to hear it from her to validate the story.
“I mean it. You can’t tell anybody–ever.” She turned and looked at him. He nodded. “I have to do something here, today, and it’s very embarrassing for me.” He nodded again. He was still lost for words but she could see his eyes getting wider. “I’ve been told to do this, I don’t have a choice.”
“You mean like a bet or a dare?”
“Yes, something like that.”
“Do you have a girlfriend Shaun?”
“Er, no, not at the moment.” She doubted he ever had.
“Well if you had then she would probably be taking care of this instead of me.” He continued nodding. Lost for any other way to avoid the inevitable she bit the bullet.
“Do you find me attractive Shaun?” This time there was a slight pause while he chose his words carefully.
“Of course I do, who wouldn’t? You’re a beautiful woman.”
“Have you ever fantasized about me, at night, when you’re alone?” He shrugged, and she took that as a yes. “Then you might just enjoy the real thing.” She pushed him back in his chair, and knelt down, felt beneath his large stomach for the belt buckle and slowly released it. Her eyes never left his. She slowly lowered the zip before parting the denim. His hands gently rested on hers stopping her for a moment.
“You’re serious aren’t you,” he said. “I’ve never done anything like this before.”
She almost laughed. “You think I have? Do you think I want to? Bloody hell Shaun.” She held his stare for a long moment. “You could just hand it over to me, they’d never know. You don’t have to do this.” His unhurried thoughts turned to affirmative nods.
“I don’t, no. But it sounds as though you do.” A very slight smile crept into one corner of his mouth. “Go ahead.”
Her last hope of escaping the ordeal vanished. She looked down at his dark blue underwear, already beginning to bulge with his arousal. She lifted his stomach, grasped the waistband and pulled him free from the straining material. She was shocked to find that her hand barely closed around him. He certainly seemed to find the situation, or her, very appealing. She was really going to do it, and not with somebody she fancied but with somebody she found repulsive. Why then, to her horror, did she realise she was getting turned on? Her mind kept returning to the humiliation of the situation itself, the fuel of her arousal. She could feel her cheeks flush. She should turn and run–but she didn’t want to.
Lowering herself toward him she slowly licked around the head. To her surprise there was a fresh, manly taste instead of the bitter, sour taste she had expected. His personal hygiene impressed her or did it disappoint? Wouldn’t that be more humiliating?
Once she had licked him to full hardness she opened her mouth to take in the dark shiny head. With gentle sucking and the use of both hands she coated the whole length with her saliva.
As she worked on him she stole a glance at his face. The podgy cheeks looked even fatter and his eyes were shut. Averting her eyes she had to remind herself of her initial plan: to get it over with as soon as possible. She did enjoy oral sex and doing it with what was in front of her was not the hardship she had feared. The combined stimulus from her hands and mouth soon produced the small spurt, forewarning of the deluge to follow. He grunted and groaned his way through his orgasm as she swallowed, proud as always to not spill a drop.
While he adjusted his clothing she wiped her face on the handkerchief she had brought in readiness.
“Don’t you dare tell anybody about this,” she threatened again.
“Okay, you’ve said. Who’d believe me anyway?” She could tell he had more to say. He finally plucked up the courage. “Would you have done that if you hadn’t been ordered to?” He smiled at the look of astonishment on her face.
“Of course I bloody wouldn’t. Jesus Christ Shaun, what do you take me for?” His raised eyebrows answered her question without the need for words.
“Strange as it sounds, I like that, you doing it when you didn’t want to. It turns me on.”
“Good for you. Now if I could have my pawn I’ll be going.”
“What pawn?” Her head shot up to face him. She could tell from the confused look on his face that he wasn’t kidding.
“The pawn, they gave you a pawn for me, if I did this.”
“Who are ‘they’?”
“Fucking hell Shaun,” she shouted, “you hadn’t better be messing with me.” Laura tried to choke back the tears she could feel welling up inside. The whole situation was a nightmare. Had she gone through all that for nothing? “I had to do this to get back a chess piece,” she screamed at him, “now you’re telling me you don’t have it.” She slammed her hands hard on the table. “For Christ’s sake. You’ll pay for this Shaun Cooper.”
“You’ll have to help me here Laura. What have I done?” He pleaded. “You walk in here, start coming on to me and now it’s all my fault.”
“It bloody is, you led me on.” Unable to hold her frustration any longer Laura burst out crying. There were no gentle sobs resulting from self pity. It was full on angry, hurt and disappointed crying. “You should have said.”
“Said what?” His tone became gentle, almost sympathetic. “I haven’t got a clue what’s going on here.”
Unable to gather her thoughts or stop crying, Laura just needed to get out of the situation. After wiping her eyes on the handkerchief she opened the door and left, praying that she could get back to her office without being seen.
11
Laura didn’t make it back to her office unobserved, Abbie was at her desk.
“Laura what…”
“Just leave it Abbie,” she snapped and then immediately regretted it. “I…I’m sorry, just give me some time. okay.” She rushed into her office, slammed the door and slumped down into the chair.
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” she muttered, banging her fist on the desk. She replayed the whole episode in her mind and had to admit that Shaun was right, it wasn’t his fault. He didn’t say he had the pawn, he didn’t even imply that he did, she had assumed it. She would have to deal with that situation later. No, it was all Weston’s fault, he told her that Shaun had it. She considered calling Andrew to tell him what happened but decided against it; she knew he would calm her down and make her see reason. Instead she decided to call Weston while she still had the anger to confront him.
Grace, his assistant, answered the call saying he was in a meeting and she would get him to call as soon as he was free. Was it for real or another of his damned games to unsettle her even more? Twenty minutes passed before the phone rang. The screen showed it was him. On the second ring Laura snatched at the handset.
“You lied to me,” she shouted, “I did what you said and he didn’t have the pawn. He didn’t even know what I was talking about.”
“Good morning to you too Laura. I’d say you were a little annoyed over something, am I right?”
“Of course you’re bloody right. Shaun Cooper didn’t have the pawn.” She could feel herself losing control again. “You lied to me.”
“First of all, on this one occasion I’m going to put your discourtesy down to the fact that you seem to be upset and therefore I’ll not ask Alistair to pay you a visit to remind you of your manners. Secondly I have not lied to you so far and neither will I lie to you in the future. Now what is it you think I told you which was not true?”
The threat of another visit from Colonel Mason immediately made her change her approach. She replied in a calm voice. “You said I would have to…do that…with Shaun Cooper to get the pawn back.”
“How could I have said that when I have no knowledge of the people in your office?”
“You made me think that’s what I had to do. You didn’t stop me from assuming.”
“Ah, I see. That’s a little different from lying to you, is it not?” There was a long hesitation.
“I suppose so, yes. But now look what’s happened. I’ve done it and I’ll have to give him some sort of explanation.”
“It would appear so, yes, but if you cast your mind back to our conversation I think you’ll find that all the suggestions came from yourself. I merely helped you to clarify your thoughts. Have you considered that deep down you may have been persuading yourself to do it. Did you enjoy it?”
“Of course I-” She stopped herself mid sentence and lowered her voice. “Of course I didn’t enjoy it. It was disgusting. He’s disgusting.” She realised that her feeble attempt to spit the words out for effect made her sound ridiculous.
“I didn’t mean did you enjoy doing it, I meant did you enjoy having to do it, being made to do it, or at least think you were being made to do it?” The long pause gave her time to cast her mind back to the arousal she felt at the time. She may have been able to admit that to herself but she certainly wasn’t going to admit it to Weston.
“Of course not. I only did it to get the pawn back.”
“Well let’s hope you don’t have to do it again then. So I assume you’ll be renewing the search in other directions. Do you need any help from me?”
“Thank you for the kind offer but I think I’ve had all the help I need from you for the time being.” She may have failed to spit her words convincingly but her sarcasm was on top form.
“Well just give me a call if you change your mind. Bye for now.”
Laura couldn’t believe how the morning had gone. She couldn’t believe she’d been on her knees giving oral sex to an employee. She couldn’t understand the feelings she had while doing it and she certainly couldn’t come to terms with the level of arousal she experienced when thinking back on it.
She was mad all right but unfortunately it was with herself. She was supposed to have given Weston a piece of her mind and instead he told her off for being rude, made her believe that it was all her idea and then accused her of enjoying the whole experience.
She was trapped in the situation and it was turning out to be very different from how she’d imagined. She’d fantasized countless times about being used and degraded, never thinking that one day it would become real. These people were playing with her and she didn’t know how to stop them, and worse still, she wasn’t even sure she wanted to.