"Stupid?" He raised one questioning eyebrow. "Nothing I do is stupid."
"But I have a job," she said. "I can't just walk out on my job. I have responsibilities."
"Don't worry about your job," he said. "You'll go back to work when I'm done with you. Nobody in this city dares refuse me anything."
His eyes were hard and she believed him. Nobody would refuse him anything. Tracy wondered how such an ordinary-looking man could come to be filled with such, a sense of power. Perhaps he had a lot of money, but she knew it wasn't only that. He had something inside that made him strong.
Maggie returned with the bag. She gave Tracy a kiss on the cheek.
"Remember," Maggie warned. "Anything he says. It could go bad for you if you don't follow his directions."
Again Tracy was aware that Maggie was jealous, but there was also something else on Maggie's face. Almost pity. But why should Maggie be jealous and be full of pity at the same time?
He didn't bother to take her bag so she carried it outside Maggie's apartment. There was a black limousine waiting. She waited but he made no move to open the door.
"The first thing you learn," he said. "Is that I am not a gentleman. I am your master."
She opened the door and slid in. He got in beside her.
"To the apartment," he told the driver.
"Yes, sir," the driver said.
A couple of times in the long drive she attempted to draw Joe out in conversation. He wasn't in a talkative mood, for he did little but stare at the passing buildings. She had expected him to start fondling her when they got into the car, but he made no move to touch her. His obvious ignoring of her physical charms was making her more nervous than if he'd raped.
They finally reached their destination. The driver parked the limousine on the curb where a sign said, "No Parking".
"You'll wait here," he told her. "I'll only be a few minutes."
She nodded.
He got out of the car and left her alone. She became aware of the driver's eyes staring at her. She looked down at the smooth expanse of creamy thigh that she was showing him with her legs crossed.
She uncrossed her legs and attempted to pull her skirt down a little farther. There was not much material and it didn't cover much. She saw that he still had plenty to look at. His probing eyes were making her nervous. She also didn't like the silly-looking grin that came to his face.
"Would you stop it?" she said. "Haven't you ever seen a girl before?"
"Plenty of them," he said. "You'd be surprised at how many sweet young things I've seen in this back seat."
She held her temper. She didn't want to get into some big argument with her future lover's driver. She wished she knew a little bit more about what was going on. How was she supposed to act? Where were they going? There were so many questions that needed to be asked.
She decided to try the driver.
"Where are we going?" she asked.
"To the house," he said. "That's where he usually takes them."
"Them?" she asked.
"The girls," the driver said. "That's where he takes his girls."
"Where is this house?" she asked.
"You'll find out," the driver replied.
Joe came back before she could ask any more questions. He told the driver to go home and the driver pulled the limousine away from the curb.
Tracy wondered what he had gone to the apartment for. She wasn't long in finding, out. He held out a little black book to her.
"Look at these," he said quietly.
She felt the driver's eyes on her as she took the black book. She opened the front and found it to be some sort of photo album. She turned the page and then dropped it like a hot rock.
"Pick it up," he commanded.
She had never heard such a tone of authority in such a quiet voice. His voice seemed to will her to pick up the book again. Again she opened it to the first page.
A woman sat in a chair completely naked. She had her legs opened so that her pink pussy was easily seen. A man, with his face away from the camera, was fondling her large titties.
"She has very large breasts," he said. "Or perhaps you like the term titties better?"
"She does." Tracy agreed.
She felt his hand on her thigh and she steeled herself to submit to the hand that would soon be probing at her pussy. She was surprised because he didn't move any higher up on her legs. He simply squeezed her flesh.
"Go on," he said.
She turned to the next page. This was an even more shocking photograph than the one before, and Tracy recognized the woman as a secretary in their offices. She was a brunette and she was on her knees. Her long hair was brushed behind her shoulders as she sucked on a man's cock.
She had her mouth half covering his cock and one of her hands was fondling his balls. Tracy began to feel a few stirrings of excitement.
"That's a very disturbing photo," he said. "Her name's Ginger and she had never sucked a cock before. She seems to be enjoying her first."
"Yes," Tracy agreed.
"Take your panties off," he commanded. Tracy lifted her eyes to the driver. He was watching her with a soft grin on his face. He looked back at the road and then back at her again. Tracy didn't want to take her panties off with that grinning hyena watching.
"Here?" Tracy questioned. "I can't take them off here. Not with him watching."
"Stop the car, Brad," Joe said. "Stop it somewhere private."
The driver left the road and pulled into a clump of trees. He left the car lights on and opened his door. He walked back to the trunk and took something out. Tracy began to feel afraid.
"It's time you started learning," Joe said softly. "I'm your master. You must not question anything I want."
The driver opened the car on her side. She saw that he was wearing a pair of rubber gloves. He reached for her and she moved closer to Joe. Joe pushed her back over to where Brad could grab her.