The sound of Prince blared over the speakers and the dance floor bustled with sweaty dancers. Stacy VanBuren was not one of them. She sat in a booth just off the dance floor’s side. She was flipping through her case files, while occasionally glancing up at her co-workers, dancing away.
She shook her head in frustration. She wanted to be anywhere but in the smoky dance club. She had just been given what could possibly be the case of her lifetime and the young lawyer wanted to prove her worth to her boss Mr. Harrison. She was thrilled to be given the opportunity, but not with the catch. She wasn’t pleased that she had to work on the case with two other lawyers.
(“Why them?” She thought, as she watched them dance.)
The lights flickered, as Ellen Bradley shook her platinum blonde hair. She was the lead lawyer, and she gave the orders. She was also rumored to be close to being made partner. It was her idea to come to the dance club to have some drinks and blow off some steam. Ellen was putting on a fine display of dirty dancing with her dance partner Jordan Bugler.
Stacy shook her head, as he bobbed back and forth. He was younger than Stacy, but seemed to be moving along faster at the firm than Stacy. But with this case she was determined to change that. He glanced her way. Stacy chuckled remembering that he also had the nerve to ask her for a date, after only working for two weeks at the firm.
“Wow, that was fun,” Ellen gushed, as she spun over towards Stacy. “You two should give it a whirl.”
“Yeah right,” Stacy snickered, sliding off her stool and brushing past. And evil eye sent Jordan’s way as he offered his hand.
“He’s a good dancer, really,” Ellen said, over the music. But she only got Stacy’s back, as she slid into the last booth against the back wall. Jordan cringed, feeling her bee-like-sting, yet again.
“Wow, this is going to be tougher than I thought,” Ellen said, grabbing Jordan by the hand and leading him, with subtle force, along the booths, until they reached Stacy’s.
A firm hand on the shoulder, reluctantly sent Jordan in first. Ellen quickly followed. Now face to face, Jordan could feel Stacy’s disdain.
“I need another drink,” Ellen said, just seconds after they sat down.
“Yeah, that sounds good,” Jordan said, before he motioned to the young woman, carrying a silver tray. “Waitress, three more martinis.”
Stacy offered one more futile plea to leave, but Ellen just shook her head. Jordan rolled his eyes, not because he wanted to leave, but because Ellen had slid down excessively, her body pressing him up against the far wall. He could smell her spicy perfume now, or maybe it was her hair. He felt his body tingle. He tried to fight it, as he wanted to think of Ellen as a boss and mentor and not like the sexy older woman that she was portraying.
“Now, I think we need to talk about this,” Ellen said loudly, over yet another Prince song.
“This what?” Stacy snapped.
“This attitude… it’s not good for the case…”
“Oh, the case,” Stacy interrupted. “THIS is really helping the case,” she said, while waving her hand in their direction.
“This my dear, is getting to know each other, ’cause from now on, THIS, meaning the three of us, is all we have,” Ellen said, her voice full of force. She glanced over at Jordan, just off her right shoulder, and put her hand on his left knee. “Right?”
Jordan could only manage a nod, feeling pawed at yet again. He also felt working on this case probably meant spending every waking hour together on it. He knew this meant his social life would have to be put on hold yet again, but he didn’t want to blow his shot. Jordan shuddered at the thought. Then, because Ellen’s hand was slowly sliding up his leg.
“And I think it would behoove us all to get along,” Ellen said looking at Stacy, before she spun her seductive gaze at an ever increasingly nervous Jordan’s way, before purring into his ear. “Right Jordaney?”
“Yeeep,” Jordan shrieked out, like a schoolgirl, as Ellen’s hand boldly brushed his crotch.
“Well, there is getting along and then there is getting it on!” Stacy sneered at the cozy looking duo.
“I didn’t say that. Although, I’m the only one married here,” Ellen said, while her hand was tracing small circles on the flushed-faced Jordan’s crotch. Jordan even tried to coyly bat her hand away, after hearing her confession, but more because of the positive effect her touch was having. For Jordan, it had been a long time since a hand other than his own had been down there. But the brazen Ellen was winning the battle.
“But I only married for status,” Ellen confessed, while turning Jordan’s face her way. “My husband hasn’t sent me to bed a satisfied woman in many a moon.” Ellen, now staring into Jordan’s baby blues, finished with a wink, which Stacy caught.
“Look at you two. I bet you have your hand on his leg right now,” Stacy managed to spit out, before Ellen’s giggling drowned her out.
“Something like that,” Ellen seductively purred, as she finally gave Jordan’s growing cock a good squeeze, sending it to a full-blown hard-on. “Yeah, just like that.” Ellen was impressed.
Jordan, sweating with embarrassment, was worried about blowing more than just his shot now.
“Well, you two play your games… I’m outta here.” Stacy said, just as the waitress brought over their drinks.
“Just one more!” Ellen shouted, but Stacy was already making her way through the crowded dance floor.
“What crawled up her ass?” Ellen said, before gulping down her martini. Jordan just shook his head, while trying to adjust his pants. Ellen giggled as she watched. “Need some help with that?”
“What?” Jordan gasped. “Look she’s gone, so you can stop teasing me.”
“Tease!” Ellen snapped. “I’m a lot of things… but a tease… no.”
“I think we should keep our relationship professional.”
“I agree, Jordan… when we’re in the office.”
“But here we are, and I got you all hard, so I should help yah… you know,” Ellen said, rubbing Jordan’s tented pants, again. “How bout a little hand job?”
“Not here,” Jordan said, batting her hands away.
“It’s dark,” Ellen said with a giggle, while tugging at his fly.
“Outside,” Jordan said, pushing on her shoulder.
Ellen slid to her feet and pulled on Jordan’s hand. Jordan was embarrassed at his present condition, so he was glad the club was indeed dark. He also followed Ellen closely. They made their way out of the backdoor into a darkened alley.
“Geez… I don’t know about this Jordan, after all… I had no idea this was an alley,” Ellen said, looking around. “Maybe we should go back into the club… or go find my car?”
“This thing is painful you know,” Jordan said. Ellen giggled, as she grabbed his hand. Jordan quickly batted it away and pushed Ellen over to a trash filled Dumpster.
“Jordan, what the fuck are you doing?” Ellen cried out. But he just laughed and pulled up the back of her dress. She could feel the evening’s cold air. “Not here… not like this,” she pleaded.
“Look, you said you weren’t a tease,” he said, before he ripped off her white panties, in one violent jerk, and tossed them into the Dumpster, while she shrieked. “I only said a hand job!”
“What are we in high school!” Jordan spit into his hand and then he rubbed it between her legs. He was surprised at her smoothness. (“Must be a wax job,” he thought to himself.) He ran his fingers along her pussy lips, before finally sliding two in.
“Owww.” Ellen moaned, and she finally gave up her futile fight and spread her legs and arched her back. Jordan spit on his hand again and rubbed it on his cock. He ran the head of his cock along her pussy until it slid inside. She bit her lip. He let out a groan. His thrusts quickly became deeper and more powerful. (All of Ellen’s sexy looks, her innocent touches, her dirty dancing, her crotch rubbing, had built him into a sexual frenzy that he was now taking out on Ellen’s backside.) The sounds of slapping skin echoed throughout the ally.
Ellen tried to get Jordan to slow down, as his deep thrust with his large cock, were almost painful, but her pleas only seemed to fuel his fire. Ellen shrieked, suddenly spotting a bum, sitting on some cardboard boxes, only a couple of feet away. He was watching with a toothless grin. She cringed, noticing that he was jerking off while watching Jordan fuck her.
“Please Jordan, someone’s watching!”
“I know. I saw him, too,” Jordan said, grabbing a hand full of hair. “But if you know how long I’ve wanted this… Stacy.”
Ellen gasped. She wasn’t sure if she heard right, but she could have sworn…
He suddenly pulled down on the back of her hair, as he groaned out and released deep inside of her pussy, interrupting her thoughts. Several small quivers followed, and then he let go of her hair.
A voice suddenly bellowed out. “Everything alright out here?”
Jordan and Ellen quickly fixed their clothing. When they turned, they spotted one of the club’s bouncers at the backdoor.
“Good timing, Pal,” Ellen said, as she made her way back into the club and Jordan followed. She never looked back, while he stopped at the bar to have another drink.
Jordan finally made his way home. His head still swirling from the evening’s events. He knew the difference between right and wrong, and he was leaning towards the later.
Unlocking the door to his one room flat, he swung the door open and headed straight for the frig — a finale beer on his brain. Cracking the bottle open, his nose picked up a scent, but it wasn’t barley, it was…
“Hi there Jordaney.”
He heard the voice, before he focused on the moon lit face.
“Ellen, what the!” Jordan screeched, at his surprised visitor. “How did you get in here?”
“Key under the mat,” Ellen said with a smile, as she flipped on his pole lamp. “Not real original.”
“B-but what?” Jordan mumbled, moving closer, a little cautiously.
“What my dear?” Ellen purred, dragging on a cigarette. “Cigarette after sex, isn’t that the way?”
“No. Wha-why are you here?” Jordan mumbled, as he sat down on his couch across from Ellen, who was slumped in his old recliner.
“Ok Jordan, I’ll cut to the chase,” Ellen said, putting her cigarette into an empty beer bottle. “You see, you and me need to have a little talk, ’cause we gut a problem.”
“Problem?” Jordan managed, a gulp in his throat.
“Yeah, I have a problem with being fucked in an alley, like a common whore, while some bum watched. You could have at least slipped a fifty into my bra after you were done with me. Really now, leaving me with your cum oozing out of my pussy, and running down my thighs,” Ellen said. She put on her best face of disgust, although she tingled with excitement. Jordan cringed and slumped back.
“And to top it off, you weren’t even fucking me, were you?” Ellen said, teasingly.
Jordan’s head slumped. She heard.
“So what are we gunna do now?” Ellen asked, disgust in her voice.
“I dunno,” Jordan mumbled, his stomach turning.
“Well for starters at least look at me,” Ellen ordered and Jordan quickly followed. “That’s better.”
He did his best to focus. His insides in turmoil.
“Good, now listen and listen good, young man. The way I see it you owe me one, big time, and here’s what I want.” Ellen paused for effect, loving that she had Jordan’s full attention. “I want Stacy.”
“Huh!” Jordan groaned, a little taken aback.
“Not like that! I’m no lesbian,” Ellen said, with a scrunched face. “No, I just want her for one night. I wanna see her on her knees, licking my pussy.”
Jordan was even more stunned now.
“It’s a power thing,” Ellen said, reading his face. “And your gunna make it happen.”
“What?” Jordan squealed.
“Yeah, that’s right buddy boy. I don’t even care if you join in. Hell you’ve fucked me once, and I know you wanna fuck her, so just make it happen.”
“I mean, but how and why?” Jordan in a panic, quickly asked.
“Why?” Ellen said, biting a bright red fingernail. “Hmmm… That’s a tough one… let’s just say I want Miss High-Horse put in her place.”
“Confused,” Jordan chirped, shaking his head.
“Look when Stacy first joined the firm, we bonded. I thought we were good friends and then she just changed… and…”
“What happened?” Jordan interrupted.
“I don’t know!”
“Look, it was innocent.”
“Tell me, Ellen.”
“Look, we use to work out together, so like we were at the gym. Well, after our workout we were in the locker room, and it was time to shower, but there was only one shower open, that’s all.”
“If you don’t tell me,” Jordan said, moving to the edge of the couch. “I can’t help.
“Alright… alright… but this stays between us,” Ellen warned. “Well I suggested we shower together… like I said it was innocent.”
“Ah, huh,” Jordan groaned in disbelief.
“It was!” Ellen hissed. “I’ve showered with other women before. I didn’t think it was a big deal, so I started taking off my workout clothes. Like I said, I didn’t think it was a big deal.”
“That depends, I guess,” Jordan managed, the picture of them porno showering, dancing in his head.
“It was just… I don’t know… maybe it was the look on her face when I started stripping off her clothes. I thought she might faint, especially when I grabbed her sports bra and pulled it off.”
Jordan shivered with the thought.
“She was mumbling some protest, as there were a couple of women watching us. But hey, I was already naked, so she was getting naked, too. I almost had to rip her small bike shorts off, as she was so squirmy. When I finally had her naked, I grabbed her by the hand and headed for the shower.”
“And then?” Jordan quickly moaned, excitement on his breath.
“Well the shower was built for one, so we, you know, were tight… skin on skin,” Ellen said, excitement now on her breath. “One thing about Stacy that you’ve probably noticed by now is that she has some rather large breasts on her, and well I’ve just never… well… they were like two begging cones, I-I, ah, just wanted to, you know…”
“Touch them,” Jordan added, feeling strangely jealous.
“Yeah… I mean no… I just wanted to help her wash,” Ellen said, shaking her head.
“Ah huh,” Jordan chuckled.
“Well, I didn’t think it was a big deal, so I offered to wash her back,” Ellen said, her body consumed with exhilaration, as her mind raced back in time. “She was frozen like a statue. Her skin slick and smooth. I just couldn’t help myself. After I finished her back, I reached around and her breasts just melted in my soapy hands. I couldn’t believe how firm they were. The soap, the water, her golden brown erect nipples, it was electric.”
Jordan, listening to Ellen’s sultry voice, was suffering from a case of happy pants, yet again.
“Well, I thought she was enjoying it as much as I was, so one of my hands moved lower and lower. Honestly, she could have used a trim down there. I mean my finger almost got tangled, but it finally slid in. Her pussy even seemed to suck me in. One hand now on her breast, another in her pussy, soft moans from her lips. It was heaven! I thought I finally had her, but…”
“But?” Jordan snapped, excitement and jealousy fully consuming him.
“Yeah but… but she couldn’t take it. She bolted from the showers and has never looked at me the same way again.”
“Maybe she’s not into woman,” Jordan said, with a prideful shrug.
“No, it’s not that. I could tell by the way she looked at me when I stripped off my clothes that she liked what she saw, and she definitely liked my touch. And ever see a boyfriend?”
“No, she has a problem with me being her boss, and she just has a problem letting go of her fears,” Ellen said, as she rose from her seat.
“And you have a problem with rejection,” Jordan growled, as he shook his head.
“I get what I want,” Ellen said, with a glare, before she strolled to the door. “You don’t think I’ve had to do things that I’m not proud of to make it this far! Why should she be any different?”
“But how do I?” Jordan asked, before Ellen opened his door.
“I don’t care how you do it,” Ellen said, an evil look on her face, when she turned her gaze back. “Seduce her, coerce her, blackmail, I don’t care, just set it up before the case is over… or…”
“Or?” Jordan groaned.
“Or you’re done at the firm, and I will blackball your ass so bad you won’t even get a job pumping fucking gas around here,” Ellen growled in a raspy voice. “Remember, I get what I want.”
Jordan shook at her closing statement and from the slamming door. He also knew that he’d been had.
Jordan spent the next day trying to figure a way out of his predicament. He knew Stacy could make good on her threats. He decided to hire a P. I. that he used on a prior case to dig up some dirt on Stacy. He also gave him Ellen’s name almost as an afterthought.
The P. I. took a few days before he called back. He told Jordan that Stacy was clean. Jordan cursed at the news. But the P. I. went on to say that Ellen, on the other hand, caused quite the stir in her small town. She was a senior in high school, and she had an affair with her principal and ended up getting pregnant. But what Jordan was surprised to hear was that Ellen aborted the pregnancy. Her abortion made the front page, of her small town rag, for days.
When Jordan hung up the phone, he checked his email for the newspaper reports that the P. I. was sending his way. He knew this could be his out. Jordan’s brain was racing. (He had gotten to know Mr. Harrison over the last couple of years, and knew that he was a radical pro-lifer. He even went all over the country with his wife to support the cause. And if he knew about this, Jordan had a feeling that it would be Ellen that would be through at the firm.) Jordan made some copies and headed out to find Ellen.
He found her having her morning coffee at a small Diner and presented her with his findings. He loved the stunned look on her face when he told her that she would now become his “fuck toy” in exchange for his silence. “Starting today, in your office, after work,” Jordan said, as he left Ellen with a small kiss on her rosy cheek. “And you’ll have to get Stacy on your own… I ain’t no pimp,” he said, as he headed for work, with a whistle.
At work, Jordan spent most of the day in the firm’s basement. Ellen had given him the daunting task of looking up old case after case. He was looking for precedents, involving their case, or basically anything that would help them out.
Jordan was doing his best to concentrate on work, but as the day wore on, his concentration was slipping. His after work sex meeting with Ellen, in her office, dancing in his head. He kept patting his pocket, warming a tube of lubrication, which was waiting for the deed. He had only found one lover prior, willing to give anal sex a try.
She only lasted three or four thrusts before she cried, “no mas!” He sported an evil grin, as Ellen would get no such break. Although, he was pretty sure he wouldn’t be the first to make that dirty trip, he was mostly looking forward to controlling his boss.
(“Ah, but first,” he thought, looking at his Rolex, seeing that it was finally time. “I think I’ll get one of her famous blowjobs that I’ve heard oh so much about. I can’t wait to see her face smeared with my cum.”)
Jordan made the long trip up to Ellen’s office, his groin already aflutter, as it had been all day. His cock had been in every state there was, just thinking about the fun things he was gunna do with Ellen.
He stopped at Ellen’s door, looking around, here and there, to make sure the coast was clear. “Not a creature stirring,” Jordan thought, as he rapped on the door, before swinging it open. (Weakly impersonating a “here’s Johnny.”)
“What, you change your name?”
“Stacy what the…?” Jordan said, stopping dead in his tracks. “I mean, what are you doing here?”
“What?” Stacy snapped. “We are working hard on the case, too.”
“No, I, ah, mean,” he mumbled trying to get Ellen’s eye, but she was acting busy, flipping papers on her desk. “I’m surprised that’s all.”
“Yeah, we’re full of surprises,” Stacy said with a sly grin.
The grin went over Jordan’s head, because he was looking a little lower, his mouth agape, and his eyes unbelieving. He focused. (“Wow!” he thought to himself, over and over, at the cleavage Stacy was now sporting. Her usually fully buttoned blouse was unbuttoned down past her eye catching, red bra. Her bra was also seemingly trying to push her full breasts out of the blouse’s opening.)
“Ah, Jordan,” Ellen said, snapping her fingers. “Did you want something?”
“Ah, no,” Jordan moaned, shaking his head at Ellen’s question, although he never really heard it. He also seemingly missed the wise way in which she asked it.
Jordan sat in the chair in front of Ellen’s desk. One eye still on his target, now sitting on the desk’s side. Lust, fighting the hands of love that had crept into his soul over time.
Stacy was doing her best to be pretending to read some paperwork. Although she could feel his Fourth of July stare. (Ellen had met with Stacy, laying out a plan to get rid of Jordan, and it was well underway now. Although, Stacy was still unsure she could go through with it, as she was already feeling sunburned.)
Time, unfazed, continued to tick by, as the trio managed to actually get some work done. As they did the next three days. With each hour at work Jordan was growing more and more frustrated as he was never quite able to get Ellen alone. As there was always some sort of complication at work and she told him that her mother had dropped in for a surprise visit.
Jordan was amazed at his bad timing, and was growing tired of carrying the unused tube of lubricant around. But he was more amazed at the transformation that Stacy was seemingly undergoing in front of his eyes. It might have just been his imagination and his sexual frustration, but her skin level seemed to be increasing with each passing day. He was also surprised that he was growing ever more jealous, as he noticed that his weren’t the only eyes to notice.
Friday finally rolled around, which Mr. Harrison had surprisingly announced, would be a casual one. (A first for the firm.) Jordan found his place at the Friday morning meeting. His jeans and golf shirt, a pleasant change. Ellen was the next to enter, followed by Mr. Harrison. Jordan just chuckled at Ellen’s low cut top and short skirt, wondering if she was doing this just to tease him, or if she was just doing showing off her tight body.
It was almost 9am and Stacy was the only one, out of the ten lawyers, yet to arrive. Jordan double-checked his watch, because Stacy was always prompt. Usually she was the first one to arrive and the last to leave. The running joke around the firm was that she had to have a bed in the basement. Although the other day, Jordan didn’t find it.
With everyone seated around the large mahogany conference table, in the room’s center, Mr. Harrison called the meeting to order, just as the backdoor of the conference room, swung open. All eyes turned towards the door at first and then stared at the lone figure standing in its way. It was as if each eyeball zoomed in on the creature, wearing the black miniskirt and light blue angora half-sweater, in disbelief. Her clicking silver spiked heels, the only sound echoing off the walls, as she sauntered to an empty seat, in the table’s middle. Ellen, the only other female, was also watching her every move, like a proud coach.
Mr. Harrison broke the awkward silence by clearing his throat. “Ah hum… Miss… you must be in the wrong.”
“Sir that’s Stacy,” Ellen quickly whispered into his ear.
“Stacy?” He gasped, before he snapped his head back her way. “OUR Stacy.”
“Yeah, hi there boss man,” Stacy said with a snap of her gum, as she slowly sank into her seat and crossed her legs. “You said it was a causal Friday.”
“Boss man…? Ellen…?” Mr. Harrison said, looking at Ellen.
“Do you want her to take off her clothes?” Ellen said, before she giggled at her wide-eyed boss’s look. “I meant, change, after all you did say ‘causal.'”
“NO, I ah, no,” her boss stammered. “Ah, if she’s comfortable, I can live with it. Ok, let’s get started.”
With the meeting underway, Stacy leaned back in her chair, just to give Jordan, who was sitting two seats over, another look. Although inside she was dying of embarrassment, since she knew what this was doing to her already tight sweater. She was praying the buttons would hold, while also yearning for a bra.
If Ellen didn’t lock her real clothes in her car’s trunk, she would have backed out, when she saw her mirrored reflection, in the ladies bathroom. She cringed inside thinking about it (and the fact that Ellen made her strip down naked, as she watched, right in the parking garage), as the meeting proceeded. But she tried to follow Ellen’s plan. Her advice, to pretend that she was like that other actress Stacy in that movie about lawyers, not really working.
The meeting moved along at a snails pace, as Stacy was causing many a distraction among her male cohorts. Her gum chewing, pencil eraser nibbling, and especially her leans forward, effective in their design. She also got the job of handing out the paperwork around the room, repeatedly. Jordan took it all in, his face a flame. He was fully consumed now.
After the meeting broke up, most of the other lawyers had some sort of excuse to talk to Stacy now, as Jordan sat back boiling. He wanted Stacy worse than ever now. Yet, he hated competition. He wanted to go back in time, seemingly only days ago, when he alone knew the truth about what lie in her soul and not just on her chest.
Ellen patted Jordan on the back, as the both stared at Stacy collecting some extra paperwork. “See what I told you about her breasts,” she whispered into his ear, “and if you could see her long nipples… spectacular… now you blame me…?”
She finished by pinching Jordan’s cheek, which pissed him off, but he had bigger things to think about now, as Stacy was walking right towards his seat. Ellen closed the backdoor behind her, leaving them alone.
“Hi there, Jordaney, my boy.”
“Yeah Jordaney… have I ever told you how cute you were?” Stacy purred, as she stood right next to his seat. Her sweater covered breasts, now heaving, tantalizing inches, away from his eyes. Her sexy perfume, drifting into his senses. Her face burned under his gaze.
“Ah… what… ah… no…” Jordan meaninglessly sputtered, his voice squeaking.
“Yeah and I’m sorry for being so cold to yah at first. I was just jealous,” Stacy said, biting a long, fire engine red, painted fingernail.
“Jealous?” Jordan said, tearing his eyes up to hers.
“Yeah, jealous. I mean I was the hotshot when I came aboard and then you came along,” Stacy said with a fake sexy smile, “but I’m over it now.” She wasn’t. (While she was attracted to Jordan, she hated his brownnosing ways.)
“Oh, I see and now?” Jordan said, still a little confused by it all.
“And now, I just say ‘fuck it’ like Tom Cruise in that…”
“Risky Business!” Jordan interrupted, like a proud Jeopardy contestant.
“Ah, yeah, whatever, he was so hot in that flick. I wanted to be that chick that was.”
“Rebecca DeMornay,” Jordan chipped in, seemingly regaining his wits.
“Yeah, her,” Stacy said. (A little annoyed now, as she was trying to follow Ellen’s script and his interruptions weren’t helping. In truth, she never even saw the movie.) “Yeah, but what I was gunna say, was that I wanted to be the one doing Tom!”
“Oh,” Jordan moaned. “OH, yeah and I always wanted to bang that chick!” Jordan’s head suddenly swimming again. Stacy bent down and began purring, like a cat in heat, into his ear. Her breasts now resting on his forearm, didn’t go unnoticed either.
“Yeah, but since that isn’t gunna happen,” Stacy purred, with a nibble on his ear lobe. “Why don’t we pretend?”
“Pretend?’ Jordan managed, with a big gulp. He was also now sportin’ a bigger bulge.
“Yeah tonight, come over to my place, at nine, Tom, and your little call-girl will be there… willing to fulfill your every desire.”
“Tonight?” Jordan gasped. “Call-girl?”
Stacy added some stroking of hair to her actions. “Yeah, and bring a lot of money, ’cause I ain’t cheap.”
“Money?” Jordan said, a little lightheaded.
“Yeah Jordan, I don’t fuck for free,” Stacy said, suddenly pulling on the back of Jordan’s hair, snapping his head back.
“Really! but, I, ah,” Jordan’s rambled words were cut off by Stacy’s pink, glossy, lips and then her tongue even joined in.
“Wow, I’m good huh,” Stacy said with excitement, after breaking the kiss and standing up. “I had you going there.”
“Yeah… ah… wait… I’m confused.” Jordan said, while trying to get his breath back. He was also fixing his hair.
“Look, just come over tonight,” Stacy said, her voice back to normal, suddenly feeling a little silly. “If you want to… you know… just bring something to wear… if you wanna go for a dip in my pool…?”
“Pool?” Jordan said with a shrug. “But you live in an apartment.”
“Oh brother,” Stacy giggled, before she skipped to the door. “See yah tonight at nine, Jordaney.”
Jordan sat in stunned silence. Stacy’s words clashing in his head, with her scantily dressed body and her killer kiss.
“Oh my god!” Jordan gasped into the empty room. His mind finally pulling the pieces together. “Tonight I get to finally fuck Stacy!”
It had been a painfully slow day for Jordan when he finally made his way into his flat. He took a look a hot shower and shaved. After he dressed he put in his favorite Jenna Jameson porn tape into the VCR. He took some last minute notes and headed over to Stacy’s. He made a stop to pick up some condoms and he was hoping to finally get to use the tube of lubricant.
When Stacy answered the door, Jordan was trying to play it cool. But he was having trouble doing so, as Stacy was dressed to kill. She wore a short leopard print dress and she still had on her silver spiked stiletto heels. Her soft brown hair was glowing, and her makeup, which she hardly ever wore at work, was perfect.
After some small talk, Stacy led Jordan into her bedroom. Lit candles provided the only light. She opened the drapes to let in the moon’s light. She sauntered over and helped him into an old fashion, high backed, wooden chair that sat next to the bed. She stood between his legs and slithered down to her knees. Reaching up, she started to unbutton Jordan’s silk shirt.
“Stacy what’s got into you?” Jordan said, as he just couldn’t help himself.
“Nothing,” Stacy purred, as she rubbed his smooth chest. “Doesn’t this feel good?”
“Yeah,” he nodded, staring into her darkly lined green eyes.
“Good, but I can make you feel a lot better.” Jordan quivered when her hand pressed into his crotch. “Mmmm… Mommy likes.”
“Oooh Stacy,” Jordan moaned.
“You like that, huh?” She oozed, as found the outline of his cock. “My, I can feel you grow under my touch… I’m flattered.”
“It feels good Stacy.” Jordan ran his fingers through her soft brown hair.
“Thanks, do you want more?”
“Huh?” Jordan shrugged, a little lightheaded.
“You know what I mean,” Stacy said, as she unbuckled his belt and slowly pulled it out of his pants. Jordan just shook his head.
“Ok, I guess you want to hear me say it,” Stacy said, with a nervous giggle. “Do you want me to suck your cock for yah?”
Jordan gulped, and he nodded in amazement. (It was the first time a woman had flat out asked him that.)
“Ok, but first, slip into these.” Stacy said. His eyes widened, seeing what she was talking about.
“No way!” Jordan barked, as he pulled his wrist free, just before she snapped it on. He left her holding the padded handcuff that was attached to the chair’s armrest. He noticed the other one too. He pushed her aside and stood up. “What the fuck is going on here?”
“Settle down Jordan… it’s just for fun. Please sit back down.” Stacy said, as she tried to grab his arm.
“Ok, I will,” Jordan said, as he sat on the end of her bed. “Let’s just say I like to keep my hands free.” Jordan felt that something was fishy and he figured he’d play it safe.
“Look, I just don’t like men pushing on my head when I suck, that’s all… just try it, you won’t be sorry,” Stacy pleaded. (although in truth, she had never had a penis anywhere near her mouth before.)
“Maybe, but I think I want to see something first.”
“Ok, but just have a seat and I’ll.”
Jordan barked out, “STRIP!”
“What!” Stacy squealed.
“Strip! Take off your clothes. I wanna see that body talk.”
“That wasn’t p-part of the p-p-plan,” Stacy mumbled.
“Ah yeah, I’ve been planning this for a while,” Stacy said, as her face flushed.
“I bet! Call it a change of plans. Now get naked.”
“But don’t you want… you know?”
“A blow job? Sure! But first, show me the goods.”
Stacy smacked her lips at his crude words. She looked down and blushed, whishing she had worn more. But she knew he wanted less. She took a deep breath. His eyes were focused on her, but she couldn’t muster the courage to meet his. She looked around.
“Something wrong?” Jordan asked.
Stacy sighed. She knew what she had to do now, as much as she didn’t like it. (Jordan was about to be just the third man to ever see her naked.) She reached up and slid a strap off her left shoulder. Her heart pounded. She held the front of her dress and slid off the other one. Jordan was rubbing his hands together. She turned her back on him and dropped her dress to the floor.
Only her small gold panties covered her nakedness, now. She cupped her large breasts in her hands and turned around, following his order. After she took several deep breaths, she slowly dropped her hands to her sides. She held her breath, as Jordan lustfully looked her over. (Inside she was dying of embarrassment, and anger. Jordan was the last person she wanted to show her breasts to.)
“Wow!” Jordan mouthed. (Even though he was trying to play it cool. As he thought, “Ellen was right about her nipples.”)
“Ok, there they are… now let’s move on.”
“Yeah, that’s what I was thinking,” Jordan said with a sly smile. “Lose the panties, too.”
Stacy smacked her lips again.
Jordan just laughed. “You offered to suck my cock, but your afraid to drop your draws.”
“You just don’t have to be so juvenile,” Stacy said, hands on her hips. She quickly covered her chest, reading his eyes. “I think I change my mind!”
She repeated her words, this time louder, as she turned around. Jordan sprung up from the bed and grabbed her by the back of the hair and she shrieked. He swung her around and flung her face first onto the bed and he quickly jumped on her back. “What the fucks going on Stacy!”
“Get off of me, you asshole!” Jordan pressed on the back on her head and muffled her further protests.
“You don’t think I know you’re up to something! I mean, no one changes from the girl next door, into a walking talking slut, in days. Then to top it off, when it comes time act… you’re only interested in tying me up.”
Stacy gasped for air when Jordan finally moved her head to the side. Focusing her eyes, she could read the evil etched on his face.
“Please Jordan,” Stacy pleaded, before she screamed into the air, “please help me!”
“Oh, I’ll help you,” Jordan said, as he reached down and ripped her gold panties off. She screamed again. (Instantly remembering Ellen’s story about getting attacked in the alley, and for the first time, she believed her.)
“Shut the fuck up!” Jordan again pressed her face into the mattress. He reached down and ran his hand over her ass. “Well look at this booty… but I’m more interested in this.” Stacy’s muffled cries echoed, as Jordan, using his leg to pry her legs apart, ran his finger in-between her ass cheeks, before his middle finger plunged into her pussy.
“Yeah… nice and tight,” Jordan said, as he snapped his wrist back and forth. He was also surprised that she was shaved. “I’m going to fuck that… but first… I think I’ll fuck this.” He finished his statement by running his fingertip over Stacy’s pink anus.
He let go of Stacy’s head, to fish the lubricant out of his pocket. Stacy gasped for air and out of fear. (Although she had sex a couple of times in Danny Gate’s back seat, she was an anal virgin.) “Please stop… this has gone far enough… please… he’s going to fuck my ass!”
“You bet I am! As soon as I lube you up.”
Stacy screamed, as she felt the cold gel. “Not there!”
“I don’t know what’s going on here, but I’m at least tapping that.” He pressed his finger into her asshole. Stacy cried out, “please fuck my pussy! At least wear a condom!”
Jordan just laughed as he ran some gel over his cock. “And to think I though you were different, but you’re just like the rest of them… Whores. You’re all whores. Just like my mom.” Jordan was trembling with rage. (His mother was a prostitute. His father her pimp.) “That’s enough foreplay. I don’t care if it hurts a little. Hell as tight as it felt on just my finger… it may hurt like hell.” His chuckle that followed was pure evil.
Stacy pulled on her bed’s brass head rail trying desperately to get away, but his body weight slamming down on top of her stop her. He laughed, as he rubbed the head of his cock on his target. As Jordan rammed his cock into her asshole, her scream was ear piercing. He pressed in deeper. Stacy flooded with pain. She made one more plea, telling him how much it hurt, but he simply laughed. He started bucking his hips back and forth. Stacy cried. She was an anal virgin no more.
Suddenly there was a loud thud. Jordan crashed down on top of Stacy’s back.
“Get him off,” Stacy said, with all her remaining breath. She could still fell his stiff cock deep inside of her asshole. The bed shifted and the body weight disappeared, but the sting remained. When Stacy cleared the tears from her eyes, she saw Ellen standing by the side of the bed. A rolling pin, still in hand.
“Here Stacy,” Ellen said, as she dropped the rolling pin and picked up her dress and handed it to her. She also helped her off the bed. She gave Stacy a hug, which Stacy quickly broke.
“No need for that attitude right now, Stacy,” Ellen said, as she climbed on the bed. “Help me out here.”
Stacy, clutching the dress in front of her, just watched in puzzlement, as Ellen snapped a handcuff on Jordan’s wrist.
“Ellen, I thought we were going to cuff him to that chair?” Stacy said, as Ellen was cuffing him face down to the bed’s head rail.
“Plan B, Stacy.”
“Oh! Was that what that was…? Plan B!” Stacy sneered.
“Look, things don’t always work out perfectly,” Ellen said, as she was scanning the room. “We need something to tie his ankles with, because when he comes around, he’ll be pissed.”
“Are you sure you didn’t kill him?”
“Well if I did, then it would be time for plan C,” Ellen said, picking Jordan’s belt up off the floor, before she asked, “you have another one of these?”
Ellen strapped Jordan’s ankle to the beds Frame and then the other one followed, using one of Stacy’s belts. Ellen moved over and pulled the pillows off the bed, but picked one off the floor and put it under Jordan’s stomach.
“Ellen what’s going on?” Stacy said, as she scratched her head. “And why did you let him do that to me?”
“I’m really sorry about that Stacy. I just needed to be sure he wouldn’t see me when I sneaked up on him. I didn’t know he’d go right for your ass… fucking pervert.” She smacked Jordan’s ass, but he was still out cold. (She also looked away, because she was lying. She had enjoyed watching Stacy’s ravishment.) “Look, take a hot shower, it will help and I will make that phone call.”
Stacy took Ellen’s advice and headed for the shower. The hot water soothed her body, but her asshole still burned. She cringed as she cleaned herself with a face cloth, noticing a small trace of blood. She wondered if all this was worth it. But a promise was a promise.
“After the shower, she put on her blue cotton robe and headed for her bedroom. Ellen was sitting in the small chair next to the bed. Jordan appeared to be still passed out.
“Is he alright?” Stacy mumbled.
“He has a pulse… but I don’t know if you’d say he’s alright.”
“Is Bruce coming over?”
“Yah, he is, and he’s happy with the change of plans.”
“I can’t say…”
“I know Stacy, I know. But now you know just how sick this fuck is, so maybe all your second thoughts have faded.”
Stacy shrugged her shoulders. “I still don’t know if he’ll go for it?”
“Well, only one way to find out,” Ellen said, pointing to a vase of flowers on the nightstand. Stacy picked the flowers out and handed her the vase. With a splash, Ellen tossed the water at Jordan’s face. His reaction was slow. Gasping, moaning, coughing, before his eyes opened.
“Owww, my head.”
Stacy moved over in front of his face. “Are you ok?”
“No I’m not. What’s going on? My head! Why am I tied up? Jesus Stacy!”
Ellen slowly walked into view. Jordan’s eyes widened.
“Hi there Jordaney. It’s your little love slave.” Ellen playfully waved.
“I knew something wasn’t right here. I knew you had to be involved,” Jordan said, testing his binds.
“And you still did your thinking with the wrong head,” Ellen teased.
“You’re such a simple man.”
“At least I’m a man… you just think you’re one.”
“Ok guys, knock it off!” Stacy snapped.
The doorbell suddenly rang and the women left to answer it. Jordan used the time to test his binds. The harder he struggled, the tighter the cuffs dug into his skin. The women walked back into the room. Ellen began laughing at Jordan’s struggle.
“Easy Jordan, you’re gunna rip your wrists off,” Ellen said, as she sat down on the edge of the bed. She playfully slapped Jordan’s ass. “You bad boy.” She pulled a couple of his ass hairs out.
“Ahhh, you fucking cunt!” Jordan screamed.
“Ellen, just tell him and let’s get this over,” Stacy said, as she nervously paced the floor next to the bed.
“Yeah, what the fuck!” Jordan barked.
“Ok, here is the deal Jordan. Stacy and I sat down and had a nice long talk. We worked some things out. I started by telling her how you tried to blackmail me into being your sex slave by bringing up the past.”
“Your principal knocked you up. Go on, tell her how you fucked your principal. You whore!”
“Quiet!” Ellen barked, but Jordan continued.
“Yeah, and then got an abortion. Fucking baby killer! I bet you fucked your way through law school, too.”
“Shut up!” Ellen screamed, slapping Jordan on the ass.
“Yeah, tell her about the time you fucked two jurors, just to win a case.”
“What’s he talking about Ellen?” Stacy said, as she stopped her pacing.
“I’m not. Ellen is a world class whore. She learned at an early age.”
“This isn’t going to work,” Ellen said. She stood up and slid off her panties from under her dress. Stacy’s jaw dropped. Ellen slid off one of her thigh high stockings and sat back down on the bed.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Ellen’s panties being shoved into his mouth, cut off Jordan’s protests. Then the stocking wrapped around his head, kept them there.
“There… that’s better,” Ellen said, as she sat back with a smirk. “You see Jordan I told her about the principal. But what the papers didn’t say was that I wasn’t exactly a willing participant. See I never knew my dad and he had become like a father to me, and I was too scared to lose his attention to say ‘no’. And I was too young to have a baby. But you being a guy wouldn’t understand.”
Jordan tried to speak, but the gag was effective.
“What’s that boy!” Ellen teased, with a smack on the ass. “And then Stacy told me a similar story about an aunt that she lived with when she was going to high school, whose affections grew more and more sexual. That’s why she bolted from the showers that day. I reminded her of her older aunt, who liked to sneak into the showers with her.”
“You didn’t really have to tell him that,” Stacy said with a frown.
“Yeah, you’re right,” Ellen said with a giggle, before she added, “but we solved that problem. Last night, I let her tie me up, and that way she’s in charge. I’ve never came so hard!”
“Ellen!” Stacy gasped, at Ellen’s flat out lie. “You said you wouldn’t tell anyone.”
“Yeah Jordan, and then I returned the favor. See Jordan, I win,” Ellen said with prideful chuckle. Stacy cringed, still wondering if she made the right choice.
“And here is how stupid you are Jordan,” Ellen said with a smack to the back of his head. “She likes men, too. Although she has only been with one. You see, her strict aunt never let her date, and she just put her time into her studies, and never found the right one. But she was really going to suck your cock, if you had let her tie you up. It would have been her first. I talked her into it, even showed her how on a banana. Of course she wouldn’t have finished the job. Swallowing cum… that I couldn’t talk her into.”
“Ellen,” Stacy gasped. This time, because she was telling the truth.
“No, that would have been saved for our special guest star,” Ellen said, pulling on the back of Jordan’s head. He groaned into his gag. “You said something earlier about a change of plans… Well, remember about three years ago… there was that blonde haired lawyer that you got fired, when you found out that he was gay.”
Ellen let go of Jordan’s head and dragged her fingernails down his back. “Yeah, you just couldn’t wait to tell Mr. Harrison. Could yah? You know what he thinks about homosexuals. Yep, just one more back to step on… on your way to the top.” Jordan was furiously moaning into his gag. “How long before you came for me? Like you did with that juror rumor. I know you started that one.”
Ellen ran her fingernails over Jordan’s ass cheeks. “I wonder what he would do if he found out that YOU were a homo.” Ellen pushed one of her fingers against Jordan’s asshole. She pushed in and Jordan screamed into his gag. “Would he turn your life into a living hell, too?”
“God Ellen,” Stacy said, as she started her nervous pacing again.
“Oh, he can fuck us in the ass, but we can’t fuck him!” Ellen snapped. “I mean what kind of pervert comes on a date with his own tube of anal lubrication!” Ellen picked up the tube and squirted some on his asshole. His mumbled scream filled the room, as Ellen’s finger filled his asshole. Ellen looked up at Stacy, “You know he deserves this. Now go get Bruce, he should be good to go by now.”
Stacy left the bedroom and found Bruce in the kitchen. She quickly looked away as she saw that he was rubbing his cock as he watched the monitors of the hidden cameras that Ellen’s friend Tony had installed in Stacy’s bedroom. Tony also gave Ellen a handheld one to use for some close-ups. He would also do some creative editing, to make it look like Jordan was a willing participant. Stacy chuckled, remembering that Ellen said she gave him one of her famous blowjobs as payment.
Stacy sat in a kitchen chair, as Bruce walked into the bedroom. She could see the monitors, but dared not look. She didn’t know if Jordan was deserving of what was coming his way, but she knew he’d never forget it. She was hoping it, along with threats of some rape charges, would be enough to get him to sign the resignation papers that Ellen had drawn up for him.
Rubbing her face, she still couldn’t believe that she got caught up in all this. When she arrived at the firm, fresh from law school, she was just a small town girl with big city dreams. She shook her head, once again feeling much like an expendable pawn.
Her mind raced back to the day Ellen called her up and told her to meet for some coffee. Once there, she informed Stacy that she was calling in that “favor” now. At first she didn’t know what Ellen was talking about. And then the word “doctor” came up.
The doctor suddenly flashed into her mind, like it still did, from time to time. He had gray hair, wore thick glasses, and he had this malformed nose. Her stomach turned, as it did the day she reluctantly went to see him. (He was the firm’s doctor and her only option if she wanted the job, Mr. Harrison was quick to point out, and that she would have to go every year. She had always had a woman doctor and had just had a physical, but Mr. Harrison was unsympathetic. She knew the firm’s outstanding reputation and desperately wanted the job, so she went.)
Walking into the bathroom, she could hear his gravely voice ringing in her head, telling her to “disrobe and hand her clothes to the nurse, and make it snappy.” She shuddered and sank down on her makeup seat. She closed her eyes and tried to shake it out of her head. But when she closed her eyes, it was like she was back in his exam room all over again. His tapping foot, the only sound, as he watched her start to undress. And when she stopped at her bra and panties, his laugh was chilling. No, he wanted ALL of her clothes off. She looked to the old nurse for help, but she motioned for them, too.
They both wanted her naked. She saw no way out. She trembled, as she unsnapped her bra in front of the two strangers. She could have sworn the doctor gasped, when her large breasts sprang free. Her face flushed, as she slowly peeled her panties down, a small teardrop splashing on the tile floor, below. She handed over her last piece of clothing, quickly using her arms to hide her nakedness.
“You will not hide anything from me,” the doctor scolded, as he put her hands behind her head and he boldly looked her over, from head to toe. Even though he was a doctor, she was about to protest at his lecherous gaze, but he had her bend over and touch her toes, several times, as he walked around her. Then she walked back and forth for him, in only her small-heeled shoes, without any explanation as to why.
Her embarrassing physical only got worse on the exam table. She could almost feel his clammy hands again, as he checked her breasts, using both hands, while sitting, and then while lying down on her back. If the female nurse wasn’t there she would have sworn he was just “feeling her up” instead of “examining her for lumps.” And her female doctor never twisted on her erect nipples. And certainly never smiled during the whole thing.
But it only got worse when he put her feet in the stirrups. He sat on a stool and poked and prodded her pussy with his fingers for what Stacy thought was longer than necessary. But her pleas only seemed to make him more deliberate. He used several tools inside of her as well, again without any explanation.
When he stood up, Stacy thought the exam was over. But he ordered her to turn over on her hands and knees. She did so in a daze, not believing what was happening. The rectal exam was long and probing, but unlike earlier with Jordan, it wasn’t painful, just mortifyingly embarrassing.
Still in the doggie position, the nurse wheeled over a TV. Stacy’s mind flashed the malevolence look on the doctor’s face, as he picked up the camera’s long and thick, black tube, and started lubing up one end. She tried to jump off the table, when he finally answered Stacy’s pressing questions as to his intentions, but the nurse held her in place. The doctor spread her pussy open and then unceremoniously plunged the tube into her pussy. He moved the camera around inside of her stretched pussy, as Stacy cried, until he was seemingly satisfied. Stacy wondered if it was just her embarrassment that he yearned for. If so, he got it.
The nurse finished the exam by taking her temperature rectally, with a large rectal thermometer, and then she washed her off with a damp soft cloth. All under the doctor’s watchful eye.
Stacy left his office and vowed never to return, even if it meant losing her job. When she met Ellen at the firm and slowly befriended her, she wondered if the same thing happened to her. She finally mustered the courage to ask. Ellen confessed that it had, but seemed rather blase‚ about it, saying, “all the firms’ employees go to him, and all the women here have had to undress in front of him, but even the men had to get naked for him, too. It’s just part of the gig.”
As her first year at the firm was closing out, Stacy was becoming more and more depressed. Then she got her appointment card from the doctor. She sobbed for days. She took one more shot that Ellen could help her. After much begging, Ellen said “she would take care of it.”
A couple of days later, she handed Stacy a new card from a female doctor. Stacy’s face lit up, until Ellen said “you owe me one.” Stacy promised at the time, while not liking her tone, but never dreaming it would lead to all of this. She also wondered how Ellen got it done. but Ellen never told her.
Her mind shifted to Ellen. As much as she didn’t like they way she used sex as a weapon, she figured, (with there being only two female lawyers at the firm,) they better stick together, at least for now. She also felt that Ellen was having a little too much fun, watching her make a fool of herself, (and she knew that Ellen still wanted her, if only for a sexual conquest.)
But even still, if Ellen’s crazy plan worked, Jordan would no longer be in her way. And then, when Ellen made partner she promised to take “special care” of Stacy.
Opening her eyes, she stared at her reflection. A sly smile formed on her lips. (Thinking — when she had used Ellen’s sucking and fucking, to rise to the top, she would find a way to get rid of her, too.)
No, she didn’t plan on being a pawn for long. Ellen had taught her well.