Twelve Weeks a Sex Slave

[MercedeSexy]

(Closed for SlvrTongueDevil)

The faint ticking of a clock could be heard as the men squinted over their fanned cards at one another. Plastic chips of red, white, and blue were scattered across the worn red felt amongst the faded green and silver currency. It was late. Every form of trading stock was on the table, including a white promissory note.

“Go ahead, show what you got.”

Neal chomped on the inside of his cheek to keep from grinning. He paused for effect before dramatically fanning his cards onto the table for everyone to see. “Check out this pretty boat: Nickels full of snowmen.”

Dan gawked appreciatively at the full house. “Fuck.” He shot a quick glance over at Hopper, the only one still holding cards. “Can you top that?”

For a brief moment, the ticking clock on the wall seemed to stall completely. Being twice as experienced at poker as the rest of them at the table, Hopper showed no sign of either disappointment or glee. It was as though nothing at all was happening inside that oversized, ugly head of his.

He drew another slow lungful of air before flipping his cards over and spreading them out.

It took several seconds for it to register. Each man scanned the cards several times, not quite able to believe what they were witnessing. It was Dan who said it out loud first.

“Golf bag. Holy fuck!”

Neal stood up and ran his fingers over Hopper’s cards in disbelief. If he hadn’t dealt the hand himself, he’d question it. “You’ve got to be … No fucking way!”

A slow grin stretched Hopper’s lips. “You dealt it, man.”

Neal collapsed in his chair and watched with wide eyes as Hopper lifted the white promissory note from the top of the pile.

“Bring her to my place at 9 tomorrow morning.”

“Nine? Why so early?”

“What the fuck do you care?”

Neal swallowed hard, trying to bite back the bile that was rising up his throat. “I need some time to talk to her about this.”

“You’re such a pussy. Tell you what, fuck tomorrow morning; let’s go get her right now.”

“No, man. I’ll have her at your place tomorrow morning. No problem.”

***

Kari glared out the car window through red, swollen eyes. Her throat sore from screaming and every muscle in her body aching from the sobbing. She hadn’t gotten more than an hour of fitful sleep and it showed in every line on her face. She looked more like 40 than 22, by her estimation.

In a way, she knew she deserved this. She’d been living beyond her means for too long and allowed herself to get into debt to this asshole. She just never thought him capable of doing something like this.

“I know you don’t believe me but I never would’ve bet … this … if I thought …”

Neal stopped talking when he realized that he was repeating the same thing over and over. It didn’t matter what he said now, the damage was done.

“I thought Hopper was bluffing. Shit, if anything, I thought Dan had the better hand.”

Kari shook her head and shifted more onto her side so her back was facing Neal. She didn’t want to hear any more of his pathetic explanations. He’d gambled her in a poker game. Her. Not even her jewelry or her car or any of her worthless belongings. Her. To make matters worse, he called his uncle, her boss, to explain why she wouldn’t be at work for the next several weeks. I was wanting a vacation before I started my new job in August. Now I have one.

Neal swung the sedan into the narrow open space next to Hopper’s mustang and checked the dashboard clock. 8:58. He yawned and stretched. It had been a long night of arguing and he was longing to get back to his bed where he planned to sleep until dinner time.

“C’mon. Let’s just get this over with.”

Kari glared over her shoulder at Neal. He wasn’t the one being offered up like raw meat. He would go back to their place while she worked off his debt. In truth, it was both of their debt since they shared an empty bank account, but she hadn’t been the one to gamble the last few dollars. She might’ve been responsible for squandering some of their money. Okay, a lot of it. She liked blackjack. And she’d been known to splurge on elicit drugs from time to time. Not that Neal seemed to mind, as a healthy portion went up his nose in the process. Maybe she had a little problem with self control. She lacked discipline, but who didn’t?

She reluctantly opened her door and considered shoving it into the side of the gaudy red car sitting there. She quickly decided that would not be in her best interest and slammed her own car door shut instead.

Neal ignored her minor tantrum and trotted up to the door, determined to be on time. He looked over his shoulder to spy Kari dragging a suitcase from the back seat. He waited for a second and then tapped on the door.

Hopper appeared in the doorway, his stocky frame filling the width of the space more than the height. His lips curled back in a nasty grin that revealed a mouthful of yellow, crooked teeth. Kari’s feet stopped in their tracks, her suitcase slipping from her grasp and tumbling down onto her sandaled toes.

“Ow! Fuck!”

“Watch your mouth, slut. Unless you think you’d like licking my asshole for the next 12 weeks.”

Kari’s stomach twisted and lurched at the thought. She was certain that she’d never laid eyes on anyone so vile in all her life. She froze in place, unable to speak.

“He’s kidding, Kari. Quit trying to scare her, Hopper.”

Hopper chuckled and walked out onto the porch, shutting the door behind him. “Let’s go.”

Neal cocked his head in confusion. “Go? Where are we going?”

“I need to deliver this package downtown. You’re driving.”

“I … What? Downtown, where?”

“I owe a guy. I figure last night’s take and, uh, little miss filth mouth here should do the trick. Not that I don’t want to spend the next 12 weeks beating some manners into this little whore. Believe me, nothing would get me off faster than a fresh set of bloody welts on that little white, wiggling ass of hers. It’s tempting; don’t think it ain’t. If I didn’t owe this guy big time, I’d fucking keep this bitch for myself.”

Hopper swatted Kari’s ass as he breezed past her toward the passenger door of the sedan, not bothering to help her with the suitcase dangling off her fingertips. Neal followed behind Hopper, frowning over his shoulder at Kari as she stood frozen in horror on the walkway. He huffed and then turned around to grab her suitcase from her hand.

“Stop being so dramatic and get in the car.”

Kari turned stiffly, looking more like a zombie than a living human being as she poured herself into the back seat of the sedan. Up to that point, she had convinced herself that this was all a bad practical joke and any second Neal was going to start laughing hysterically at her. But the look on that sadistic monster’s face was too horrific to be fake. She’d ended up in bed with a few sadists in her time so she knew the look all too well. It plagued her sleep still.

The ride downtown was mostly quiet, which was a blessing for Kari. She didn’t think she could stomach hearing any more words from either the vile pig in the passenger seat or her soon-to-be-ex, live-in boyfriend. She’d rather just disappear into the crease of the back seat cushions. She’d wished for it at least once for every mile of the trip.

Sitting up, Kari realized that she should probably try to get her bearings rather than wallow in her own self pity. She glanced out every window but couldn’t see anything except tall buildings everywhere she looked. She’d only been downtown one time since moving to this city so she had no idea where she was, or how one could even tell which direction was which. And it was so damned big. Every building stretched to the sky, one after the other, in a long string down endless avenues. They turned onto another street and it looked just like the last one.

Kari twisted around to look out the back of the car only to spy the mirror image of what lay ahead. Everywhere she looked, it was all the same.

As she was turned about, their car swung into an underground parking garage. Neal lowered his window to yank the ticket thrust at him from a slit as Kari strained to get a glimpse of the building. A second later, the gate ahead of them lifted and they eased into the darkness. To Kari it felt a lot like being swallowed whole.

Neal’s whistle broke the silence in the elevator. “Swanky place. How do you know this guy?”

“I don’t. He was at this party at some lawyer’s house last March. They were betting on the games. Lost my ass. Should stick to poker.”

“Why even bother to pay up? Guys who live like this don’t come after people like us for money.”

“I thought about it. There’s a high stakes poker game next month at that lawyer’s house. I want in. The only way I’ll get in is if I make good on what I owe.”

The doors opened on the top floor, spilling the three of them into a lavishly decorated foyer. A moment later, a man appeared through a doorway with a phone attached to his ear. He motioned for them to come through the door, not making eye contact with any of them.

Hopper followed closely behind the man all the way to his office with Neal and Kari lingering several steps back. Not sure where to go, Neal and Kari waited outside the office.

With little else to do while the man finished his call, Kari began to study her surroundings. Rich, dark colors lined the walls, the floors, the furnishings. Not a single trace of femininity in the designs, it was obvious that this was decorated for a man. A very masculine man, at that. Even the furniture screeched of sheer machismo with its oversized cushions and armrests, and heavy oak claw feet. It also dripped with affluence. Each piece of artwork on the walls, the persian throw rugs over the dark wood floors, the ornate drapery, all screamed wealth. The likes of which Kari never dared to dream of having.

Neal leaned over to whisper to Kari. “Impressed?”

“Nah.” Lie.

She continued her assessment of the surroundings. The living room they’d walked past had been huge and Kari wondered just how much space this place could take up. There were numerous doors and a couple of hallways that she couldn’t see down far enough to tell where they led or how long they were. She almost started to head toward one of them when raised voices snapped her out of her reverie. They were coming from the office.

“Look, I can’t just take a person in trade. Do you have any idea how illegal that is?”

“I didn’t kidnap her. Does she look like she’s being held against her will?”

Kari swallowed hard as she realized they were talking about her.

“I have nothing for her to do.”

“Shit. You don’t have to entertain her or nuthin’. Just, you know, use the fuck out of her. Get your rocks off.”

“I can’t believe I’m having this conversation.”

“If you don’t want her, I’ll fucking take her back with me.” Kari gasped and gripped her stomach to keep the contents down. “But then our debt needs to be settled in full.”

There was silence in the room. Kari held her breath as she pushed past Neal toward the office door. Standing behind Hopper she could barely make out the silhouette of the tall man staring out the window. His back was to her and she had only seen his face briefly when they arrived but with the sadist pig in sharp contrast, she knew what she had to do.

Her fingers moved lightning fast to remove her shirt and bra, followed by her shorts and panties. She toed off her sandals and moved around Hopper before he’d realized she was even there.

Neal reached the door and hissed out to her. “Kari, what are you doing? Get back here.”

The silhouette swiveled toward her as she knelt gracefully, first on one knee, then the other. Her palms were open to him, chin dropped and eyes lowered in submission, just like she’d read about in the steamy e-books on her secondhand kindle. It wasn’t something she ever dreamed of doing, especially not in front of a complete stranger, but she was desperate. If he didn’t take her, she’d have to go back with the sadist pig now panting behind her. She didn’t think she could take that.

The silence stretched the seconds to minutes as she waited for his decision. She could feel his contemplative stare heating her skin even as her nipples were bunching to tiny points on her chest. She was sweating and cold at the same time.

“Okay. She can stay.”

 

[MercedeSexy]

Air released from my aching lungs. I didn’t even know I’d been holding my breath. As oxygen rushed to my head the room began to spin. It didn’t help that I’d had no sleep and hadn’t eaten a bite of food on top of being thrown into this impossible situation.

The sadist pig let go a grunt before heading swiftly toward the door. I could feel some tension leaving my shoulders with every foot of distance between us. I’d narrowly escaped being a whipping post for that idiot. What the fuck was Neal thinking?

“I’ll put your suitcase in the foyer.” Neal’s voice was hardly louder than a whisper. He felt remorse over what he’d done. Knowing him, he probably didn’t think anyone would accept his promissory note. Still…I’d made up my mind. When this sentence was finished and I’d paid our debt, I would only go back to Neal long enough to save up money to move out. Mistake or not, what he did to me could not be forgiven.

I nodded slightly to indicate that I’d heard what Neal had said. Then I listened as their footsteps faded to silence.

Silence. More silence.

I could feel the man’s stare on me. It hadn’t left me since I first kneeled. My mind started spinning in a whirlwind of uncertainty.

Who is this guy? Why did he agree for me to stay? I realized just how impulsive my actions had been. I knew nothing about this man. Neal didn’t know him, either. Hopper only knew his address. If something happened to me, no one would know. Neal would assume that I was blowing him off if I didn’t show up in 3 months. Damn! Three months is a long time. It hadn’t sounded all that bad when Neal explained it. “It’s just twelve weeks. Summer break, that’s all. It’ll be over before you know it and we’ll be caught up on all our bills. We can live like we want after that.”

It was the same lie we always told ourselves. If we can just get through this tough spot, we’ll be living easy. But we never seemed to get to the other side. There was always something. The transmission would blow or we’d make a couple of bad investments…

The man shifted his weight, bringing my attention back to the present situation. My hands had gone numb from not moving. Suddenly I realized that the thin wool rug beneath me was hardly enough padding between my knees and the wood floor. Pain stabbed up my legs.

I was determined not to move. Not until he said something. Not until I knew what he wanted. I started a mantra in my head to get my mind off the pain.

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid…

 

[SlvrTongueDevil]

Sven

I had such a productive day planned including closing a deal that should pay off with a sizable return in the next 6 months. It was a turnaround company that, from my analysis, only needed the right CEO to shake things up in order to increase it's value. I had just the woman in mind for that job and figured it would take her that long to make the changes so I could sell my interest. I've been successful because I can recognize those deals and have the balls to work them, unlike so many of my supposed competitors who just let things come their way. It was hard work, but I knew I enjoyed it when I felt the rush of adrenaline in my gut as I closed on some company others didn't see the value in. And the fact that the equity on this deal should exceed 7 figures didn't hurt either.

I'm on the phone when this loser shows up with a cock-and-bull story about how he was going to settle his debt to me. Like I really cared about the pittance that he owed me. I was pissed off enough that he was allowed into our game in the first place. It wasn't just that he came across as arrogant when he didn't have the same skills as the rest of us, but when we played cards it was to talk about things more intelligent than the latest NASCAR whatever he droned on about.

When he came into my office I certainly didn't plan to accept his offer of some skank he dredged up. I was in the process of throwing him out when I turned around to what even I would consider a pretty shocking sight. This was no skank; it was a striking redhead who was naked and kneeling on my office floor in a position that I could only describe as subservient. She had the type body I found particularly inviting. She was young, I'd put her in her early 20's and slim. But not the malnourished slimness of a model; she had a fit and toned body that told me she worked at keeping in shape. She looked unashamed of her nakedness which I found particularly alluring. Being a redhead she was fair with a few freckles, but it took me a second to realize the other striking thing about her - I don't know if I've ever seen a woman with absolutely no tan lines. Her entire complexion looked like porcelain, flawless and almost a translucent paleness. But her obvious athleticism shone through; this was not some pale, sickly skank.

The one disturbing feature was her face, it looked like she'd been through hell. Her eyes were red and puffy, probably from crying, and even more irritated due to her fair complexion. Her hair was disheveled, but that may have been from taking her top off. Generally, from the neck up it looked like she'd been through the ringer. That didn't detract from her overall look. I realize that I hadn't spoken, but had been entranced in taking all of her in with my eyes traveling up and down her body 3 or 4 times. The idiot was still there along with someone else he brought and just their presence was an ugly affront to the beauty that this woman radiated.

I wasn't sure where this was leading, but like so many of my deals in their early stages, I knew in my gut that it could lead to somewhere good. I told him she could stay, but I wanted the other two to get out of my office and out of my sight. "But you and your buddy here need to go - and don't come back unless I've told you that you can." I said it with enough steel in my voice that they left like a couple of rats scurrying away. Maybe that's a good analogy anyway.

I continued to gaze intently at this woman as I saw them leave out of the corner of my eye. I waited till I heard the outer door close before addressing her. "I'm not sure what you think you're doing, but for right now you need to go and put some water on your face and clean yourself up. This is my home as well as my office and you'll find a powder room off the hall to the left. After you've used it, go into the kitchen at the far end of the hall and bring me some mineral water. Get whatever you'd like for yourself as well and them come back here. We need to figure this situation out."

 

[MercedeSexy]

I had trouble gaining my balance at first, my knees creaking as I stood. I couldn't understand how anyone could stay kneeling for any length of time and not render themselves totally crippled. It was only after I was completely upright and standing that I dared to look up at him.

He was taller than I'd first thought, somewhere over six feet, or maybe it was his broad shoulders that made him seem so much bigger. I immediately thought that he must play some kind of sport, or many sports because he just had one of those athletic builds.

I paused to study his face before turning toward the doorway. A chill ran down my spine forcing my gaze to immediately drop to the floor again. Those eyes. It was as if he saw right through me.

Scurrying out to the main room, I paused to remember what he said. Powder room. Left. Cleaned up. God, I must look like a total wreck.

I assessed my face in the mirror, cringing at the sight of my red, baggy eyes. Cupping a handful of cold water, I immersed my face in my hands, repeating the process several times to make the swelling go down. What the fuck are you doing here, Kari? You are way out of your league with this guy.

It wasn't that I hadn't dated handsome men before. I had. It was just that this guy redefined gorgeous. And if I were being a tiny bit honest with myself, the supposed money this guy had was intimidating.

Standing upright to take another assessing look at my appearance, I caught a glimpse of my bare breasts. Oh, shit. I'm still naked.

I'd grown so accustomed to walking around the house nude during the day while Neal worked that I hadn't even realized that I had no clothes on. Did he tell me to get dressed? I wracked my brain to remember his instructions. I counted out the ones I remembered on my fingers. Powder room down hall on left. Clean up. Kitchen. Mineral water. And...? That's it, right? I closed my eyes so I could hear his low, even voice in my head. That's all he said. Although, he didn't mention where the kitchen was.

I patted my face with the hand towel and decided to use the toilet while I was there. Whatever audacity I possessed that prompted me to remove my clothes was now gone and I was downright nervous as hell. After washing my hands again, I slinked out of the powder room in search of the kitchen.

To my left was where I'd just came from. I'd walked through the foyer and past a room with a long conference table. Or was that a formal dining room? To my right the hallway continued and there was a series of doors, some of them closed. Okay, I'll just try the open doors first.

The first door on my right was a sliding door rather than the ordinary kind that swung open. I paused next to it. This is probably it. In order to find out if it was the kitchen, I'd have to actually slide the door open. I reached for the handle and my heart felt like it was going to leap from my chest. I immediately released it and stepped away. It just didn't feel right to open doors in a stranger's house when you had no idea what was behind it. Then another thought occurred to me that was even worse. What if we're not alone? I could run into someone else. A shiver sent gooseflesh over my nude body, my heartbeat ratcheting up another notch. Ohgod, ohgod, ohgod...just let me find the kitchen before running into someone else.

I quickened my step down the hall, past another living area lushly furnished. Fuck, how big is this place? An open door at the end of the hall held promise. After a few feet of hallway the carpet turned to the right and opened up into a massive bedroom.

My feet stopped dead in their tracks at the sight. A very large, very heavy oak, four poster, king-sized bed was the centerpiece. The rich navy and gold tones of the bedspread were decidedly masculine and elegant at the same time. Inviting to both sexes. The billowy softness of it made my eyelids feel very heavy all of a sudden.

Get with the program, Kari. You're not exactly a guest here.

I turned on my heel and exited the master suite area. Standing just outside the smaller family room I stared down another hallway with a lot of closed doors. Probably more bedrooms. Aw, fuck it. I should go try that sliding door.

Holding my breath, I gripped the door handle and slid the heavy wood slat open. Yes. Success! Releasing the breath I'd been holding, I entered the kitchen and walked straight to the refrigerator. Without a moments hesitation, I snagged two bottles of mineral water and headed straight back toward the office. It felt like I'd been gone for an eternity even though it'd probably not been all that long.

I paused for a moment and sucked air into my lungs before entering the office. I'd lost my nerve but I didn't want it to show. After all, what was there to be so damned frightened of? He hadn't kicked me out on my ass yet.

 

[SlvrTongueDevil]

Sven

I sent her (Kari I think he called her) away mainly to give myself time to think this through. My initial reaction hadn't been thought through and I always think things through - that was another big part of my success. But seeing her naked in all her splendor (and she was splendid, I had to admit), had taken me off my game. I think the reaction I felt in my pants had as much to say in the matter as anything else. But I know I was thinking ahead as well - I had a semi-social business situation I had to navigate next week and having a woman along who was arm-candy and distracting would help the situation I was sure.

But that wasn't even a conscious thought, more of a niggling feeling in the back of my mind. In the meantime, I had a willing, naked and very lovely lady in my house that I had to figure out what to do with. And at the same time my current project was going to take most of the rest of the day and I really didn't want to get too distracted. I had money to make - after all that was my motivation - to do the deal. And this was going to be a sweet deal if I could just close it before they realized the potential value and the price went up. It was all about timing.

I knew that I was an "A" type personality, and really thought of myself more as an alpha male than that. But I usually had to do more to get a beautiful woman naked than just turn around in my office. I wasn't sure if I liked that or not. I was thinking all this through when I heard her padding down the hallway back towards my office.

 

[MercedeSexy]

I sucked in a lungful of air before stepping through his office door. I was rapidly losing my nerve.

He was staring out the window again with his back to the room. I carefully stepped over my clothing and very gingerly set one of the bottles on the rubber padded area of his massive wooden desk. He turned at the sound and gave me a weak smile that didn't reach anywhere near his eyes.

I stepped backward and nearly tripped on my sandals. "Oh!" I twisted and stared at my clothes. "I ... Do you want me ..."

My brain was all fuzzy and I was having trouble forming the words. I blew out an exasperated breath and held the cold bottled water against my flaming forehead for a moment before trying again.

"Should I, uh, get dressed? Or not? I can't remember if you told me already. I'm sorry. It's been a long day. I didn't get much sleep last night and I haven't ... I mean, I didn't eat breakfast or anything."

 

[SlvrTongueDevil]

Sven

"You know, I really don't care one way or the other right now. I'm right in the middle of something and this interruption is certainly not helping. To tell you the truth, I'm not quite sure what to do with you. I have a couple of more time-sensitive calls that I need to make and they require some serious concentration. And, needless to say, you're quite a distraction - clothed or not. But certainly without them!"

I picked up the sweaty bottle of water, twisted off the cap and took a couple of quick swigs of it all studying her over the bottle. I closed the bottle and put it back down while trying to think clearly. I realized that the reason my thinking may not be clear was the reaction my body was having to seeing her again. Her nipples had gotten hard, either from the walking around, the cold water, or maybe some level of excitement. But now wasn't the time to figure all that out.

"For now, take your clothes and go make yourself at home. Because apparently this will be your home for some period of time. You know where the food is; feel free to use the TV in the Media Room, or lay down if you'd like. I have a couple of hours more that I need to concentrate or I'm screwed. After that we'll figure out what to do next." I couldn't take my eyes off her as they roamed up and down her naked form. "Oh, and my name is Sven."

 

[MercedeSexy]

Week One

Once again I released the breath I'd been holding. I made a mental note to consider taking up yoga again to reacquaint myself with regulating my bodily functions.

"Sven, thank you. My name is Kari." I could feel the flush crawling up my neck and face. "I'll just take my clothes and make myself scarce. You won't even know I'm here."

I scooped up my clothes, trying to hide my panties beneath my shorts. The whole situation was a bit awkward. I usually knew someone's name before stripping nude.

Padding to the foyer I spotted my suitcase next to a potted plant. Neal had at least made good on that promise. It wasn't much but I'd have some essentials. I managed to lug it down the hall to the entrance to the master suite.

Glancing down the hallway, I double-checked that all the other doors were closed. What to do...? I ran through the options in my mind. Is it more presumptuous to use his bathroom or a guest bath? If I choose one of the other rooms, what message does that send? He downright admitted that he had no idea what he was going to do with me.

As I replayed what he'd said in my mind, a warm tingling sensation crept over my body. His voice was so damned sexy. He almost growled when he spoke. He complimented me, didn't he? He said it was difficult to concentrate with me here. Especially without clothes on.

My hand smoothed down my bare belly, leaving a wake of goosebumps. What would it be like for those broad shoulders to block out all light as he hovered over my body? I shivered and wrapped my arms around my middle. Damn. What do I want to happen with him?

I tried to shake the fantasy from my mind because that's what it was, a stupid girlie fantasy. Nothing worked out like that. He was probably a lousy lover. Impotent, maybe. There had to be some reason why this gorgeous, rich man was single.

I heaved a big sigh followed by a long, satisfying yawn. Bed. I amended my thought...Food, shower, then bed. With a nod I hauled my suitcase into the master bedroom and tucked it out of the way in the corner. I lifted my tee over my head before turning back toward the kitchen. It hung just low enough to barely cover my bits but there was no sense in putting clothes on if I was going to shower soon.

The kitchen was well stocked if you were a health nut. I'd never heard of some of the things in the pantry. Living on a limited budget, I'd come to know cheap foods and they were not always the most healthy. I settled for some almonds and a protein bar. When I finished drinking my mineral water and was about to reach for another, I realized that the nice thing to do would be to take him one, too. I'd never been one for waiting on other people but he'd been very generous to offer his place. He could've kicked me out. Or worse, sent me with that creep. I shuddered at that thought.

Sven was on the phone when I entered his office. He looked up with a minor frown but the wrinkle in his forehead disappeared when he saw the unopened bottle in my hand. I quietly placed the mineral water in front of him and turned without saying anything. I was mildly aware of the breeze up my shirt and wondered just how much of my ass was hanging out the back but I resisted the urge to check his expression. Am I that much of a tease, really? It was easy to be flirtatious when you knew the other person wasn't in a position to do anything about it.

I must've yawned three times on the way back to the bedroom. It felt like I'd walked a mile just to the office and back. That tall, luscious bed beckoned me to rest for just a moment before taking a shower. I shuffled over to it and climbed on top. Layers of downy softness engulfed me as I stretched out across the middle of the mattress. Heavenly.

 

[SlvrTongueDevil]

I tended to get pretty deep into concentration and was startled when I saw Kari come back into my office. She'd put some clothes on, but that wasn't an issue; the fact that I was used to working and being alone made anyone coming in catch my eye. She was good enough to bring in another of my waters, which was fine. I intentionally hadn't put a mini-fridge in my office to force myself to take the short walk down the hall to the kitchen a few times during the day. I had to structure distraction or I'd be non-stop in my office for hours of work. I truly enjoyed what I did and really didn't consider it 'work'.

I was finally finishing up and hadn't heard anything from her for a while so I figured she must have settled down somewhere. Another part of my structured life - the part that offset my relatively inactive work lifestyle was that I worked out like a banshee every day to stress myself physically. And I found that the end of the work day was a perfect time to work up a sweat and work off the stress of the day. Then I'd be ready for whatever the evening brought - often a business dinner or some fundraiser. Not that I had anything planned for this evening after looking at my calendar.

I headed into my master suite while stripping off my shirt and unbuttoning my pants having already kicked off my loafers. I was almost down to my briefs when I realized that Kari had settled into my bed. My bed! Well, I guess that told me a little about her intentions. I usually invited women into my bedroom before they were laid out on my bed.

Interestingly my first reaction was of suspicion. I wonder if those turkeys has hired this woman to insinuate herself into my life - or at least my bed. I couldn't come up with a motive, other than that I had money and there are a lot of people without it that believed they were owed some of mine. Well, I'd just have to be careful. She seemed sweet especially sleeping, but I didn't really know her. I finished stripping off my work clothes and paused while naked as I looked at her on the bed ... her t-shirt having ridden up to show me some of what I saw in my office earlier. I felt myself getting some wood ... what red-blooded guy wouldn't? But I was on a mission. I put on my workout shorts; no shirt needed since I was using my personal gym. And I headed down the hall to work off some steam and clear my head.

 

[MercedeSexy]

I rolled onto my back, my eyelids lifting just enough to glimpse the unfamiliarity of my surroundings.

"Oh, shit!" I bolted upright in a panic, scanning the room with wide eyes. My fingers curled around the thick comforter beneath me as my heart pounded in my chest. It took me several seconds to realize where I was and what had happened. Glancing down at my tee shirt, it all came back to me. "Damn. I fell asleep."

Pushing myself to the edge of the bed, I immediately noticed the discarded clothing on the dresser. He'd come to the room but didn't wake me. Another thought immediately followed. In fact, he apparently undressed and didn't take advantage of a half-naked woman on his bed. I tried to ascertain how I felt about that.

On the one hand, he'd just proven that he could control himself. Okay, that's good. Not talking about a serial rapist here or anything. On the other hand, maybe he wasn't interested in me at all in that way. Maybe he doesn't find me attractive in the least.

I couldn't decide why that bothered me a little. I'd never sought or needed a man's admiration before. I'd long since realized that not every guy likes my type. Some prefer petite, curvy and busty, tanned beauties. Being 5'10", thin, and as white-skinned as a natural redhead would be, I was none of those things. Especially not the busty part. This fact had never bothered me, though. Not until now. Why was it so important to me that this guy, of all guys on the planet, find me attractive?

I shrugged my shoulders and decided to abandon my quest for the answer.

It took me a couple of minutes to locate my razor in my suitcase. I wasn't exactly thinking clearly when I packed. I'd just thrown a bunch of crap in there. I knew I hadn't packed any shampoo or conditioner or body wash. I'd just have to make due with what he had.

Two towels hung neatly over the bar outside the shower. They appeared clean enough. I mentally wondered if he had someone come and clean his place. It looked too neat for a guy. Maybe I could volunteer to do some things for him while I'm here. I could clean. Although, maybe not as well as whoever is doing it now. If he doesn't have a secretary, I could do some of those things, too. I've got loads of experience answering phones and filing and things like that.

As I stepped out of the shower, my thoughts turned optimistic that maybe, just maybe, by the time this whole thing was over, he wouldn't find me so repulsive that he felt the need to keep himself on the other side of his massive penthouse suite from me. And then the same question popped up again...why does that matter to me?

I pondered this thought as I dried the last of the water from my legs. The masculine scent of the soap lingered on my skin reminding me that I'd just used a man's shower, his shampoo, his soap. It was so intimate.

Just then I felt a tingling sensation on the back of my neck, like someone was watching me.

 

[SlvrTongueDevil]

I had a decent, but not great workout. Twenty minutes of cardio to get my heart rate up and warm up my muscles before upper body work with the free weights. I guess I was old school that way; wasn't much interested in the weight machines even if they were pretty sophisticated these days. I worked up a good sweat, one of the things I loved about a post-work workout. But, unfortunately, I tweaked my right deltoid and knew that I'd be feeling that for a couple of days. Probably have to call in my sports massage therapist to see if she could work it out.

I guzzled water and a protein drink in the kitchen - have to replenish to get the full training affect - then headed to clean up. I always enjoyed a nice buzz of endorphins. I was in such a zone I'd forgotten about my houseguest until I saw the rumpled, and empty, bed. Again I felt a tweak, only this one was of a much more pleasant variety ... it was in my cock. I swear working out must bring my testosterone to a peak - it always made me horny. I stripped my shorts off and headed to the master bath when I heard the shower turn off. I opened the door to the steamy room and saw this lovely porcelain vision getting out of my shower and begin drying off. I know I involuntarily let out a deep sigh. And I definitely felt the blood rushing into my cock, although it was only at half-mast, I did feel a pulsing there.

Damn, she was a fine woman and I didn't think I'd be able to exercise restraint much longer. As she turned I cleared my throat - which ended up being a useless effort at getting her attention since she seemed to have figured out I was behind her before that. "Sorry about intruding, although I'm not sure I'm intruding if it is my bathroom. But either way, didn't mean to startle you. And I'm glad you found the shower; I wanted you to get used to where things are. My timing couldn't be better, either", I said with a grin.

I couldn't stop my eyes from traveling up and down her body; shit, I had trouble making eye contact with this beauty since her body seemed to draw my attention. "And I guess I should explain. I've lived here alone for a long time so I'm not much of one for robes, or towels, or whatever. I only worked out with shorts because you're here, but go naked pretty much whenever I want other than when I'm up front in the work area. And I guess I'm willing to make some concessions for you being here, but not in all things."

I windmilled my right arm slowly while holding with my left hand and giving a slight wince. "And right now my shoulder is killing me so I plan to take a shower and then soak in the jacuzzi," I said while nodding over to the jetted tub next to the shower. "You're welcome to join me; in fact, if you do I'd much appreciate a deep massage on my shoulder. I pulled something and know that it's going to be pretty sore tomorrow if I don't do something. Then we'll figure out something for dinner."

I leaned over and turned on the water to the tub to begin if tilling and then stepped beside her and headed into the shower for a quick rinse and cleaning.

 

[MercedeSexy]

His presence startled me for a second, then all reasonable thought seemed to escape my brain. Standing in the doorway was this fully naked man. No, more like a god. Every muscle of his body pulsed in a fine glittering sheen of perspiration. I told myself to turn around but couldn't bear to do so. He was just too damned perfect.

It took me a moment to notice his semi-hard cock but when I did, I found it difficult to take my eyes off it. Then everything just sort of felt fuzzy. I could barely process or even hear what he was saying over the roar in my ears from my pounding heartbeat.

He pushed past me to fill the tub and then turned the water on in the shower. His ass was just as beautiful as the rest of him. Firm. My gaze locked on the dimples over his butt cheeks and I wondered what they'd feel like beneath my tongue.

Sven glanced over his shoulder at me and I quickly realized that I'd been standing there staring at him like a zombie since he arrived. Ohgod, get a grip, Kari. But by the time I'd finally gained enough of my senses to make any sort of move, he'd finished and was lowering himself into the filled jacuzzi tub.

I tried to replay what he'd said a few minutes earlier. Something about sore muscles and a back rub, I thought. He reached over and dug the fingers of his left hand into his right shoulder and I realized that was what he'd complained about. His shoulder. Right.

Wrapping my towel around my body, I stepped into the tub and hissed at the scalding heat as I quickly plopped down on the ledge behind him. I could more easily reach his shoulders from that vantage point and wasted no time in showing him just how powerful my grip could be. He only winced for a second before groaning and relaxing into the motion of my fingers.

He was knotted up pretty well. I was no expert but I could feel a definite difference when I compared one shoulder to the other. In order to dig in deeper, I parted my thighs and pulled him closer. I had been so thoroughly concentrating on how to loosen that knotted muscle that I didn't realize the sort of position this created. He only need shift to one side for his face to be inches from my bare pussy. Suddenly I was all too aware of the heat radiating off his shoulders toward my exposed labia. As if on queue, my towel unraveled to a pool around my hips.

I paused to see if he noticed. His eyes were still closed. When my hands began to move again, his head bobbed forward with the movement of my fingers in an utterly relaxed and sluggish state. I was about to heave a big sigh of relief when I peered down into the water in front of him.

He was fully erect.

 

[SlvrTongueDevil]

It felt good to clean off the sweat in the shower and then sink into the warm bubbles of the jacuzzi. I had it designed to be deep enough that even with my tall frame most of me was underwater while sitting in it. And it was long enough that I could stretch out propping up my head without my feet hitting the other end. One of the many perks of having some money - a custom tub.

I felt Kari's hands on my back and gave a quick shudder as their coolness hit me. At first she was rubbing me tentatively which warmed up her hands, but didn't do much for my soreness. A good sports massage is deep into the muscle tissue and while I knew that anyone other than a professional could only do so much, I was hoping for more. Then, almost as if she'd read my mind I felt her apply more pressure. It was great and I felt another rush of blood ... which brought me fully hard while sitting in the tub. It was an electric and altogether great feeling.

I was relaxed and at the same time very aware of her proximity to me. I was tempted to stroke my cock she felt so damn good, but instead I turned my head so I could see the source of my temptation. My eyes took a second to focus on her lovely pussy inches from my face. She must have been half squatting to get leverage for the massage and I was eye level with the most lovely shaved pink pussy I'd ever seen. I instinctively licked my lips and felt my mouth water. Any ounce of restraint I had melted away that instant. I'd always loved the taste of pussy, especially freshly showered.

I swiveled slightly and reached up with both hands. I gave her mound a quick kiss, but then took charge of what was in front of me. What patience I might have had was lost in the moment. I used both hands and lifted her slightly, turning her around so she was directly in front of me. I'm glad I'd worked out and my muscles warmed up because I had a hand under each upper thigh and lifted her slightly so her thighs were on top of my shoulders. I slid my hands down to her ass cheeks and inhaled deeply to enjoy her scent. Then I slowly brought her pussy up to my lips and tongue.

 

[MercedeSexy]

I wasn't expecting it.

When he swiveled toward me, I watched those brown eyes turn black with desire as he stared between my thighs. It sent a jolt of paralyzing arousal through me that made his advances impossible for me to resist. Before I could even process what was happening, his tongue was darting between my folds in an exquisite dance with my inner flesh.

He shifted me around and I had to reach over to the wall to balance myself. But then his tongue was assaulting my swollen, wet tissue again. Hard. Soft. Fast. Slow.

I peered down to watch but could only see that his face seemed to be completely buried in my folds. He held nothing back. It was as if he were starving and my pussy was the only sustenance around.

My insides were rapidly turning to liquid heat. I struggled to turn my mind off to allow the building sensations to overtake me. If he kept assaulting my clit the way he was going, I would surely climax. But how many men had I known to actually continue long enough to get me there? The answer was easy. None. And the closer I got to that pinnacle, the more I yearned for it, the bigger the letdown was when it didn't happen.

There were just too many uncertainties floating around in my head. Is he doing this as a warmup, or does he expect me to come? Am I hurting his shoulder in this position? Does this mean that he wants to use me for sex? Is he going to want to fuck me? A zing of arousal shot straight to my clit as I imagined how his cock would feel inside me. He was so big and I hadn't been with anyone in almost a year. How do I explain all that to him? That Neal and I were mostly roommates. Can he tell with just his mouth that I'm not ...? My mind went fuzzy when he flicked my clit hard with his tongue. No, no, no. Please.

With everything jumbling around in my brain, it was going to take me a long time to shutdown my thinking enough to release. I couldn't bear the thought of hurting his shoulder in the process. I reached down with one hand to get his attention. My body warring with my decision, I reluctantly whispered.

"Your shoulder. Please..." I had intended to just tell him that I didn't want to hurt him, but my now insistent pussy had other ideas. Between pants, I gave into her demands. "...I don't want to stop but I don't want to hurt you, either."

 

[SlvrTongueDevil]

I was in a zone of arousal focused on my senses of taste and feeling - feeling in my tongue. Good sex excluded outside stimuli and this was quickly becoming very good sex. I was focused on getter her wet and excited ... and I'm pretty sure I was being successful based on what I was feeling and hearing. I heard her concern about my shoulder and then her not wanting me to stop. I chuckled to myself - just like a woman, doesn't know what she wants.

But right then I realized that I knew what I wanted and it was to own this pussy. Maybe not forever ... and maybe not even tomorrow ... but I could now. So I bunched my muscles (thank god for endorphins that block the pain in my shoulder) and slid her off my shoulders continuing to hold her by her ass cheeks. I was so glad that she was a slight woman - for more reasons than one. I slowly lowered her body in front of mine; her legs instinctively spread around my arms allowing me to bring her off my shoulders until her pussy was sliding down my chest and abs. She was leaning over me - either for balance or weakness - it didn't matter. I used my tongue and traced a path up her stomach towards her tits as I lowered her. She tasted of fresh shower and just a little bit of heat. Wonderful! I angled my head to the right to be able to run my tongue onto her left breast - those tits have tempted me since I first saw her proudly display them in my office. She didn't have a large chest, but wasn't flat chested either. Just perfect as far as I was concerned. This focus on her tit also meant her wide open pussy was lowering deliciously close to my pulsing prick that was standing straight up and straining for some stimulation.

 

[MercedeSexy]

That tongue...hell! It should be against the law.

He suspended me by my splayed thighs just over his cock as he laved one nipple and then the other. Each time his lips closed around one of my distended peaks and he sucked it into his mouth, an electric current shot straight to my pussy. I could actually feel the wetness seeping past my inner labia. And the more I thought about how embarrassing it was that he could make me feel that way, the more my pussy would throb.

God, what's wrong with me?

All I could think about was how badly I needed to be filled, and then how wrong it was to think that. We'd barely just met. Then I heard a voice.

"Please...please..."

My face flushed at the realization that the voice belonged to me. And that I was begging him to impale me with his cock.

 

[SlvrTongueDevil]

I realized that I was playing with her ... first with her delicious pussy and now with those tantalizing tits. But she was so fucking fun. Any hint of shoulder pain was banished from my conscious mind. Hell, there was no conscious mind in operation right now, it was pure animal instinct. Her tits just drove me crazy and so I tried to drive them crazy with my tongue. I heard her pleading in the periphery of my senses.

And far be it from me to keep a lady pleading ... for too long at least. I leaned my head back so I could look into her eyes, I flexed my cock so I knew it was sticking straight up, and I slowly lowered her onto my shaft with my hands still under her ass. I felt just the slightest resistance from her soaked pussy lips around the swelling of my head. But that didn't last as I let her own weight do the work as I slowly impaled her on my throbbing shaft.

 

[MercedeSexy]

Too big, too big. Oh, shit!

I sucked in a sharp breath and dug my fingers into his flesh. His cock felt huge inside me, like it was splitting me in two.

"It's too much." I panted through the discomfort, struggling not to panic. "I can't..."

Pressing down on his shoulders, I tried to push myself up off his shaft but his grip tightened on my waist to keep me in place.

 

[SlvrTongueDevil]

She was so fucking hot and wet; I could tell from having my tongue buried in her tight pussy. And tight it was, even with just my prickhead in her entrance. It felt like it was trying to suck my entire length in and that was a fantastic feeling. She must not have been used to a fat cock because she started leveraging herself up. I was too far gone to let that happen ... but didn't want to hurt her either. I only fucked women so they enjoyed it as much as I did (well, maybe not as much ... you could never tell).

It was a bit of a strain to restrain myself, but I kept my hands right where they were and held her in place. My prickhead was being sucked into her juicy cunt even has she wrestled to climb off. I held her in place to let her get used to it, because there was no way I was letting this lovely thing off my shaft. My prick had a mind of its own (doesn't it always) and I was involuntarily flexing myself which was only making me swell more.

 

[MercedeSexy]

After a few moments of being held in place, it finally registered in my half-working brain that I wasn't going to escape. That I couldn't get away even if I really wanted to. But I do want to get away. Only I couldn't quite convince myself of that. The longer he held me there, the more my body relaxed. His enormous cock was no longer splitting me in two. I still felt full inside. Every inch of space inside my vagina was occupied by his swollen, flexing cock. But most of the physical discomfort had vanished.

He gripped my waist and pressed down to impale me even more. My body instinctively tensed, fighting the intrusion then relaxing again. My mind was doing the same. My mixed-up thoughts wanting to flee at the same time wanting more.

Burying my face in his neck and gripping his hair in my clenched fists, I relaxed my legs, allowing my butt to come to rest on his thighs. When the tip of his cock reached my cervix, I responded with a shudder. There was no point in pretending any longer that this wasn't exactly what I wanted him to do; what I'd been pleading for. Right or wrong, I'd never been one to regret my actions.

He held me there for what felt like an eternity. I wondered what was going through his mind. Then again, probably not much considering most of his blood flow had to be feeding that huge cock of his.

Just to make sure he understood where my mind was at, I pushed myself up slightly and then relaxed down onto his cock again. My own token invitation for him to take me.

 

[SlvrTongueDevil]

It was a feat of restraint to not immediately slam her down on my shaft and fuck her till all the water was sloshed from the tub. But I wanted to savor this tight, wet pussy. I finally couldn't stand it any more and pulled her down firmly on my shaft till I felt her pussy lips all the way down my base. "Damn, you're fucking tight." I realized I spoke that out loud. But that wasn't the end.

"I've wanted that sweet pussy of yours since you offered it to me in my office. You teased me with your tits and you know I loved eating your sweet cunt. But right now I'm not gonna let you off my prick till I've had my share of your hot fucking cunt." I breathed all of this out after I felt her cunt begin to respond to my prick. I used my hands under her ass and pulled her forward and back on my cock. I'd get plenty of up and down in a minute, but I wanted her to get used to my size. And I knew that by pulling her close I was rubbing her clit against my shaft. I looked down - damn, her clit was so engorged I could see it as it seemed to seek out contact with my shaft.

Her tits continued to tease me. I grabbed them, one in each hand, not too roughly and squeezed them while using my hips to maintain the back and forth of her cunt on my prick. She was picking up on the motion and was humping against me while I felt tiny spasms running up and down my shaft from her pussy muscles. Wow, I've never felt that before. I leaned just a little and took her left tit in my mouth sucking the hard nipple deeply into my mouth. My hands when back under her ass and I pulled her up so I could drop her back down on my shaft. She was light as a feather as I picked up the pace and felt my prick throbbing inside her.

 

[MercedeSexy]

I was taken aback by his vulgar language. It snapped me out of the lustful haze I'd sunk into and launched me flat against the brick wall of reality. I'd allowed myself to be fooled by the elegant surroundings, believing Sven to be a refined gentleman. Apparently, he was no different than the gutter trash I'd stripped naked to avoid.

Did he really think I was teasing him when I took off my clothes? What other choice did I have?

As I replayed the events of the day in my mind, I began to see them in a whole new light. I was nothing more than a cheap whore to this man. He didn't want me there, obviously didn't respect me, and probably wasn't interested in getting to know me, either. Where I had interpreted his acceptance of my presence as being chivalrous, it was hardly that. I could almost taste the self-loathing in my mouth.

How utterly stupid of me.

Tears stung the corners of my eyes as he continued his ramming and fondling in order to get off. At last I felt the telltale throbbing of his ejaculating cock followed by his groans of release. I silently thanked ... God...whoever ... that I was on the pill, and followed that with a request that he please not have any STDs.

Then I braced myself for the next garish thing he was going to say.

 

[SlvrTongueDevil]

I came way too quick; I was used to long fucks - fucks that brought the woman over and over. But Kari hadn't cum - she moaned like she enjoyed it, but he doubted she came. He wasn't about to ask. He sank back into what was left of the cooling water in the tub and watched as she relaxed still straddling him. Her face looked much like it did when he first saw her this morning and she had been crying. But no, not as anguished as she looked this morning. Either way, this was a woman on a roller coaster as far as I can tell. And I'm still trying to come to grips with her entering my life uninvited.

My cock deflated very slowly - as if it were reluctant to leave the tunnel of pleasure that it had just been in. I sure hope that she was disease free; I'm a little concerned considering the company she obviously kept and who had delivered her. I'm fastidious about my health as about the other aspects of my life and made a mental note to see when my next check-up is scheduled. Maybe I'll take her as well.

With my lust appeased - for the moment - my mind started clearing. Being totally off thinking about work issues, so now to figure out the conundrum of Kari. But first I need to know her thoughts. "You were pretty great there," I said softly as most of my energy had just shot out of my cock. "So tell me, lady of mystery; just why is it you're in my life and what role do you see yourself playing in it for the next 12 weeks?"

 

[MercedeSexy]

His sweet tone of voice really threw me. It was as if I was straddling a whole different person all of a sudden. I didn't know what to make of it and I wondered if maybe he wasn't purposefully toying with me. My emotions were so raw from the entire ordeal that I was truly having difficulty making sense of anything. I studied his face for answers.

Where there had been a deep crease down the middle of his forehead, there was now smoothness. His worry, concern, stress, whatever, was gone. He actually appeared sincerely curious.

What role do I see myself playing?

"I, uh, don't know."

It was true. I hadn't planned any of this and I certainly never imagined myself being in this situation. Neal and I were dead broke and behind on just about every payment. We were both responsible for the delinquency, so I can't blame him for trying to change our bad luck in a poker game. And the idea of being put up as a slave for twelve weeks was something we'd joked about after watching a couple of movies and drinking way too much alcohol. I told him that it was a fantasy of mine but I never thought in a million years that he'd take me seriously and actually do it. Fantasies are so different from reality.

In my little slave fantasy, the man is interested in me for more than just a cheap thrill. He is handsome. Healthy. Clean. Then there's the mind-blowing sex that we'd have every waking moment of the day because he can't keep his hands off me. Never in my fantasy was there anyone even remotely like Hopper. Sven was close to what I'd always pictured, but then he was so hard to read. One minute he's barking at me, the next talking vulgar, and then sweet. Like now. I realized that Sven probably didn't know what to make of me, either based on my erratic behavior.

"I don't know what you must think of me but this isn't something that I ... do. I'm not a ..." I couldn't even make myself say the word. "I'm not like that. I haven't even ... been with a man in a very long time. My roommate, Neal got me into this mess. And, yeah, he's sort of my live-in boyfriend. Or was, I guess. But we were mostly friends."

I looked at Sven and realized that he was still waiting for an answer to his question. I sucked in a breath and lifted my chin.

"I'll hold up my side of the deal, whatever you want that to be. You saved me from that sadist. If you hadn't let me stay, he would've ..." I shuddered and then swallowed hard. "Anyway, thank you. You saved my hide."

I watched Sven taking in what I'd just said to him. He looked perplexed and maybe a touch disappointed, I couldn't tell for certain. It occurred to me that he might give me back to Hopper, and I was pretty sure Hopper wouldn't let me go until he'd at least whipped me once.

"I can do a lot of useful things, like answer phones, file paperwork, clean house, cook. I have a teaching degree and start my new job in August. I don't know if that helps anything. I don't even know what you do."

He didn't look impressed by anything I'd offered so far. His cock twitched inside me and my cheeks heated at the reminder that he was still there.

"I ... I can do stuff like this, too. You know, for stress relief or whatever." I was suddenly very unsure what he wanted from me. I lowered my voice to a husky whisper. "Is that what you want?"

 

[SlvrTongueDevil]

"Listen, this whole concept we're playing out is not something I was looking for or really even into. And there is absolutely no way I would take a woman without her consent. You sure seemed willing for what we just did, but if you're not, then feel free to leave. No hard feelings. But if you stay, it will have to be my rules because those are the only ones I know how to live with myself!" I placed my hands behind my back and leaned deeper into the cooling water. I let her slide off me and sit in the tub next to me. My cock felt abandoned after that intense stimulation. But I was also satiated ... for the moment. My eyes ran over her body as I saw the flush leave her porcelain skin. Her nipples were still hard; I wasn't sure if it was from excitement or being cold and didn't much care. The visual was pleasant regardless.

"I don't have a job description for you, if that's what your looking for. I don't need a woman just for stress release - that's not my primary motivation with women. As to office help, there may be something you can do, but I've got a pretty well run organization and not sure if there's a place for someone else. Now, I'll admit I have a soft spot for you - I don't know you well, but like what I know so far. And you seem to be motivated to stay. Again, that's totally up to you. In fact, just so we're clear - you can leave at any time whatsoever and can decline to do anything whatsoever. Your participation in everything is 100% voluntary."

I eased myself out of the tub, I was getting chilled. Grabbing the large towel by the shower I began to dry myself off. "Right now I have a dinner to prepare and I'd love for you to join me, but that again is totally up to you." I finished drying myself, went into my Master Bedroom and put on some jeans and a T-shirt. From there I went, barefoot, into the kitchen to grab a beer. After taking a large swig from the bottle I pulled out the dinner that I'd prepared earlier and began heating it. I strained to hear what Kari was doing, mainly out of curiosity.