El got out of the limo and walked tiredly to her front door. Raphael, the driver, waved as he pulled away. Following Jack's orders, she had given him a blowjob to thank him for the ride and now her mouth tasted bitter. She wanted to shower and have a drink.
Bill opened the door before she could reach the doorknob and stepped aside, a concerned look on his face. “Ellen? Are you all right?"
"I'm fine,” she said. The last thing she wanted right now was to try to explain her behavior to her husband.
But Bill wouldn't let it go. “I've been worried about you-that you've been reassigned, the way you dressed today. What's going on?"
"Did you get a job?” El tried to short-circuit the conversation.
"No. It's only been one day, Ellen."
Her temper flared. “I can't support you any more, Bill. You have to make enough to pay half the expenses! Take anything! Don't let your pride ruin everything."
"I don't understand why you're still working there! If they caught you stealing, why haven't you been fired? Or arrested? Tell me what your situation is, dammit!"
El sighed. She knew she'd have to tell him eventually. Right now she was just too tired. “Let me take a shower, then fix me a drink and I'll try to fill you in."
As she headed toward the bathroom, an image flicked through her head: Bill, after being told the whole sad story, crouching between her bare thighs, carefully shaving her pussy for Jack. She shook her head, ridding her mind of the thought.
She took a long, hot shower. When she washed her sensitive pussy and ass, she was reminded of her long day. She might've made the wrong choice. Being disgraced and jailed could well be preferable to this.
After drying off, she wrapped herself in a thick terrycloth robe and came out to the living room. Bill was waiting there with a scotch on the rocks, her favorite drink.
She took a sip, then sat on the couch. Bill hovered expectantly nearby.
"First of all,” she began, trying to set some ground rules, “you should know that this was all my decision. No one forced me to do anything.” She took another sip and began her story from the beginning. She had told him yesterday (was it just yesterday?) that Jack had caught her stealing and she'd been reassigned, but she hadn't provided any details.
Now she told him she was being used to entertain clients and workers, without going into a lot of detail about her humiliating treatment at the plant. Bill sat there, his mouth ajar, his eyes wide. He seemed too shocked to be angry at first, but then his mood darkened.
"That bastard! He can't get away with this! That's extortion!"
She put a hand on his arm. “You can't, Bill. You can't do anything rash. Promise me."
"You don't have to do this, El,” he said, using his nickname for Ellen that had now been corrupted by Jack. “We can move away, start fresh somewhere else."
"No. You haven't been listening. I have to pay him back or he'll call the cops. If I run, they'll track me down and I'll be arrested and my life ruined. No one would hire a CPA who's been convicted of embezzling! This is the only way out, don't you see?"
Bill shook his head. “No, I don't see. There must be another way."
Her anger flared anew. “You could get a fucking job!"
Bill turned away, hurt “I'm going to, I promise. Tomorrow."
She softened a little then. “Good. Otherwise, we won't make it."
Bill's head swiveled around. “Is he paying you?"
El hung her head. She told him of the arrangement she had with Jack and that she hoped to be able to pay him back within a couple of years.
"A couple of years? That's impossible! I'm not going to stand by while my wife becomes the sex slave to a maniacal businessman."
"Yes you will. You'll do nothing to disturb our arrangement. You can help me or you can divorce me. Those are your choices."
Bill sat back, stunned. El could read his face: He felt guilty for being out of work for so long. He probably had suspected El was bringing home too much money, but he'd never asked her about it.
"Well, what's it going to be? Are you in or are you out?"
Bill locked his eyes on hers. “When I married you, I promised to stick by you in sickness and in health, good days and bad,” he began. Ellen's heart lept with joy. He was going to help her. “But those same vows said something about being true to each other, forsaking all others, right? If you think I'm going to be able to sit by while you get fucked by strangers, you're mistaken. I don't care if you did steal money to help us."
El opened her mouth in shock. The joy she briefly felt vanished along with her remaining dignity. Then she became angry. She had gotten into this situation because of him and now he was getting ‘holier than thou’ on her?
"You bastard. You lazy bastard! You think I like this? You think I get off on this? I'm doing this for us, don't you see? I found a way out of an impossible situation and all you can do is sit there and act pious?"
Bill shook his head. “You're not doing this for us. You're doing this to save your career. My career will get started again. I haven't stolen anything-or fucked anyone. Above all, you didn't talk to me about this before you started spreading your legs!"
He stood up. “You can fuck Jack and anyone he chooses, but if you think I'm going to play cuckold, you're out of your mind.” He stalked out of the room.
El sat there, unable to think clearly. She was still angry with him for getting her into this mess, but she had to admit, he was right: she had made the decision unilaterally. She told him the way it was going to be. For some reason, she thought he would understand, that he would feel remorse for his lack of effort. That he would abandon her had never seemed like a real possibility.
She got up and went to the bedroom. Bill had a suitcase on the bed and was packing. “Where are you going?"
"For now, back to my parents.” He looked up. “I know, I'm too old to be running home to mamma, but I don't have the funds to start myself up somewhere else right now. Once I get a job, I'll find a place."
"Just like that, you're throwing six years of marriage out the window?"
"No, not ‘just like that.’ It took a stunning act of betrayal to do it."
El's mouth worked, but no sounds came out. Her anger, her humiliation, her fear all combined and contradicted each other in her mind. Then another voice, a tiny, wicked voice called out: Now you can do what you've always wanted to do. She shook the stray thought out of her head. She didn't want to do this, how crazy that idea was! But it was like a tickle or an itch she couldn't scratch.
Bill finished packing. El stood there, trying to think of something to say. Did she want him to go? She could cancel the deal, go to prison. Would Bill wait for her?
No, she decided. He wouldn't. Their marriage had been rocky before, now it had finally shattered. She couldn't save it by herself. She was truly on her own.
At the door, Bill turned to her. “Goodbye, Ellen. I'll miss you, I really will. I'll come by later for the rest of my things. Good luck with your new job.” He said the last with a sarcasm that burned Ellen's soul.
She stood there, mute and shaking, as Bill loaded up his car and drove away without a backward glance. She shut the door and leaned against it. Now she really was screwed, she thought, not even smiling at the irony of that phrase. Jack had only agreed to pay for half the expenses-there's no way she could cover the rest. She'd have to sell the house for sure.
Maybe that wasn't such a bad thing. That meant that Jack wouldn't have to pay nearly as much for a cheap apartment as a house. She could wrap up her ordeal in far less time. She'd have to do the math.
"Jack will know what to do,” she whispered to herself. “I'll ask Jack.” She caught herself. “I'll ask Mr. Sawyer.” That she would defer to her boss didn't seem strange to her. In just twenty-four hours her life had fallen under his control, and she seemed ready to give him all her problems.
She couldn't eat, her stomach was too upset. She had another scotch and went to bed. Her only thought before she fell asleep was: I hope I can shave my pussy properly by myself.
The next morning, El was groggy when the alarm went off at seven. She got up late and took another shower. She sat on the closed toilet seat afterwards and shaved herself as carefully as she could. Using a hand mirror, she thought she reached nearly every bit of stubble, but it was awkward and took far too long.
It was 8:15 by the time she raced into her bedroom to pick out an outfit. Her “new” wardrobe consisted of a few short skirts and tops; she'd have to buy more soon. She threw on a denim miniskirt and a light blue top. Since she didn't have to worry about underwear, she could be dressed in minutes. Remembering Jack's comment about her shoes, El chose a pair of tan sandals with three-inch heels. She had bought them before she'd gotten married and rarely wore them. Now she felt tall and shapely, if a bit unstable.
With a sudden bolt of fear, she realized she had forgotten to put on her makeup. She looked at her watch: 8:25. There was no time to put on a foundation. Quickly, she smeared on some eyeliner and rouge, then coated her lips. She wished she'd remembered to buy false eyelashes. Maybe Jack would allow her to purchase them during the workday.
She heard the car horn just as she finished brushing her teeth, so she dropped everything and ran out the door. It was Jack, not Raphael, she was happy to see. She got in and, without being asked, pulled up her skirt and sat on the seat. She spread her legs for him. His hand reached over and rested against her pussy. It made her feel hot and lightheaded.
"You seemed to be running behind today,” Jack said, his fingers teasing her.
"Um, yes. I had a little trouble getting up."
"How did Bill take it last night?” He made no move to drive away.
Well, might as well tell him, she thought. “Not well. He left me, went home to his parents'."
Jack glanced at her. “How does that make you feel?"
"Like a failure. Like I've been abandoned. ‘Course, I can't exactly blame him. As he pointed out, I made this decision on my own, without any input from him. So I got what I deserved."
"I guess that changes things-concerning the house, I mean."
"Yeah. I'll have to put it on the market now. Of course, I'll give you anything I make from it-unless you want me to use that money to get a cheap apartment."
What was unspoken, of course, was: Are you going to help me pay for my living expenses?
Jack was silent for a time. He simply stroked her pussy. She found herself getting lost in his attentions. Finally, he said, “Yes, you should put your house on the market right away. I know a realtor who might be willing to help you out."
El knew what that meant-more sex in exchange for services. Her stomach fluttered and she wasn't sure if it was from the thought of her ever-expanding list of “clients” or Jack's fingers rubbing her clit.
He suddenly stopped and El opened her eyes to look at him. “Rather than get an apartment, I've decided to move you into my house-temporarily. I have plenty of room. That way, you won't have to pay rent and all the money you earn can go right into paying me back. We can sell your furniture or put it into storage."
El mulled that over for a minute. She visualized herself, waking up on clean sheets, next to Jack, having him roll over and fuck her hard before she got up. She liked that idea. “Yes, sir."
El waited for Jack to start the car. Then he said: “So Bill's gone? The house is empty?"
She looked at him. Did he want to fuck her here? “Yeah, it's empty."
"Good. I need to find you another outfit."
"You don't like this?"
"No, it's fine. I want you to wear that. But we have a client meeting this afternoon and I want you to have something more conservative to change into."
That told El that this client may not be interested in a sex slave.
They got out. El had to adjust her skirt. Her pussy tingled. She led Jack up the stairs, wondering what her neighbors must think. First they see her husband leave, now a stranger goes inside with her.
Jack picked out a nice business dress-if you were Ally McBeal. The skirt was too short, but not obscenely so. Not like the one she had on. The top consisted of a light blue rayon blouse and a suit jacket that matched the skirt. No underwear, however. He didn't let her wear the outfit, he just brought it along on a hanger.
Back in the car, Jack's fingers went back to work. They rode in silence for a bit. El's pussy was beginning to grow wet and she could hear the occasional squishy sound as Jack's probed her. Surprisingly, she wasn't too sore this morning. His ministrations were beginning to turn her on again. She closed her eyes and leaned back against the car seat.
"I feel some stubble here,” Jack's voice interrupted her daydream.
"Oh! I'm sorry, sir. I spent a lot of time on it. That's why I was almost late."
"Well, we can fix that."
She wanted to ask what he meant and she visualized him shaving her on his desktop every day. The thought excited her. But before she could speak, they bumped over the entrance leading to the plant. El sat up and automatically started to adjust her skirt before realizing that was the actions of the Old Ellen, not the new, slutty El. Jack parked, but before he got out, he raised his fingers to her mouth. Without thinking about it, El licked her own juices off them. Jack got out, again without a word. She got out, then tugged her skirt down over her ass cheeks. She reached into the back seat and retrieved the outfit.
She heard a wolf whistle and turned to see Tom, the night foreman, just getting off work. He leered at her and winked. She briefly smiled back, remembering Tom's visit yesterday afternoon. He'd come swaggering in, his big stomach leading the way. He had to be fifty. Like Scotty, he was divorced and had let himself go. From what she'd heard, Tom liked to say he had two hobbies: drinking beer and eating.
Fortunately for her, Tom didn't want to fuck her. He only wanted a blow job. Because Jack was busy in his office, she had to blow him while he sat in her chair, just like she'd done for the delivery boy. Only this time, she wasn't wearing her skirt. Tom stared at her pussy for a long time before he let her get started. Once her mouth was on him, he'd come in just a few minutes-apparently, it had been a long time since he'd gotten laid.
"Thanks, slut,” he'd told her and she almost got angry. It was as if only Jack could call her a slut. The ludicrousness of her situation had stopped her, however. After all, shewas a slut. It might as well be on her job description.
She tried to push the image of fat Tom out of her mind. As she went down the corridor to her office carrying the dress, she passed a couple of factory workers on the way. When one of them, a big black man she knew as Jim, slapped her on the ass, she turned and glared at him, then stalked off. In her office, she hung up the suit and had barely gotten to her seat when the intercom buzzed. She reached for the phone and her pussy at the same time, without thinking. Her training was taking over.
"Yes, sir?"
"Come in, El."
She got up and went through the door, stopping suddenly, mouth agape. There stood the man who had just slapped her ass in the hallway. Both of their eyes were on her and they didn't seem pleased.
El closed the door and removed her clothes, her hands shaking. She approached Jack and kneeled.
"How may I help you, master?"
"El, I asked Jim here to give you a slap on the ass this morning as a test to see how well you're fitting into your new job. Would you tell me, please, your reaction to Jim's actions?"
El knew she was in trouble. Her ass still ached from yesterday's spanking. “Um, sir, I, um, glared at him."
"Why did you do that?"
"I was caught off-guard, sir. I wasn't thinking."
"That's right. What's your role here?"
El thought she might faint. She glanced up at Jim, who seemed bemused by her predicament. “I'm… a sex slave.” She heard Jim chuckle.
"Right. What should you have done when Jim spanked you, do you think?"
El thought hard. “Um, smiled at him?"
"Yes, that would've been preferable. Or wiggle your hips or blow him a kiss-anything that indicated to him that you appreciate his attentions. Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir."
"This tells me you need some additional training, doesn't it?"
"Yes, sir."
Jack nodded. “Jim has been kind enough to offer to administer the punishment."
El paled. Jim stood six-two with biceps like footballs. If he spanked her, he'd probably kill her. She made a low sound in her throat.
"I realize your bottom must still be sore from yesterday, right?"
"Oh, yes, sir!"
"So I'll give you a choice. You can either let Jim spank your tits with a ruler…” He pulled one from his desk drawer and held it up. El felt her breasts ache at the very thought. “…or you can let Jim fuck you…"
"Oh, I'll let him fuck-"
"Wait, you didn't let me finish. You'd have to fuck him in your office, not mine. And he'd tie you spread over your desk, ass toward the glass door. When he's finished, he's going to leave you like that until I come out and untie you."
El paled and nearly fainted again. To be on display like that! Yesterday, she'd been mortified to be seen without her skirt on in her office, now she could be publicly humiliated in front of whoever passes by. And she knew that once word got around, everybody would be stopping by for a look at her naked body. Some might even fuck her again.
"Oh, sir… please.” She wasn't ready for that!
"What's your decision?"
"Sp-spank my tits, sir.” Jim sighed and looked disappointed.
"Very well. Turn and face Jim.” She moved her knees around a quarter turn. She felt Jack grab her arms and tie them with a section of cotton rope he pulled from his desk. “Just so you won't try to cover yourself,” he told her.
Jim took the ruler in one large hand and approached her. El closed her eyes and steeled herself. “Open your eyes, El. While he's administering your punishment, I want you to think about how you treat your fellow employees."
She did, just in time to see him strike her left breast. Whack! The first blow took the breath from her lungs. She shuddered and wiggled, trying to lessen the pain. Whack! Now on the right breast. El didn't know if she could stand it. Maybe letting him fuck her and being on display would have been a better choice.
Whack! Whack! Top and bottom of her breasts. She was crying now, tears flowing freely down her cheeks. She nearly sobbed with relief when Jack told Jim that was enough.
He untied her. She sagged down, caressing her tender breasts, her eyes blurred by tears.
"I'm going to go get a cup of coffee. You may thank Jim for helping with your training while I'm gone.” He left.
"Th-th-thank you, Jim,” she said automatically, without looking up.
Jim's deep voice startled her. “You need to be more polite, slut. Look at me."
She raised her eyes and through the fog of tears, she saw his long black cock, sticking out of his pants, right at the level of her mouth. Now she understood what Jack had meant by “thanking him.” She opened her mouth and took Jim's thick cock inside.
He was too large for her to deep throat him, but that didn't seem to stop him from trying to force himself on her. She used one hand to stroke him in an effort to bring him off more quickly. That seemed to pacify him. She rubbed the shaft and suckled the head for several minutes while Jim built up a head of steam. El's pussy began to throb of it's own accord and she felt her wetness grow. It surprised her because she suddenly realized she wanted the big man's huge cock deep into her pussy. Would Jack allow it?
Within a few more minutes, Jim came in great quantities. El choked on his sperm, much of it running down her chin and splashing on her breasts.
When he pulled back she immediately began wiping up his precious seed with her fingers and sucking the fluid from them. He tasted good. She looked longingly at Jim's softening dick. She wanted to get up and lay down on the desk for him, but she knew he'd already been satisfied.
"You're a real sweetheart,” Jim rumbled as he zipped up. He turned and left. El felt her heart lurch when the door closed behind him. Jack must've been waiting outside, for he came in at once, a cup of coffee in one hand.
"Now, what have you learned from this?” Jack spoke to her as if she were a recalcitrant child.
El turned to attention to Jack, hoping he'd fuck her now. “To be nice to workers, no matter where I meet them.” She put her hand on his leg.
Jack ignored the effort. “That's right. I'll take off another hundred off your debt. You may go."
She scurried back to the door and put on her clothes. She winced as she pulled her top down over her sore breasts. She knew by tomorrow, she'd have bruises on them to match the ones on her ass. She decided to do whatever it takes to avoid further punishments.