Eighty One - Laura's Story Pt. 08

26

The things Laura got up to lately no longer astonished Abbie. Her initial concerns had slowly developed into an abnormal curiosity of how far she would go with this and if she would, at any point, say no. They spent a good half hour over a coffee discussing both the meeting with Amelia Chambers and Andrew's role before Abbie ran out of questions.

"And you've got to do that, today?"

"That's what she said, look." Laura turned her laptop so that Abbie could read the email.

"Bloody hell, he'll think it's his birthday."

"Again." Laura added. In reality the task wasn't a big deal compared to what she'd been through already.

"But he's a slime-bag, doesn't that bother you?"

"That's what makes it more of a challenge. If he were some hunk that I could fancy it would be me who was being a sicko."

Abbie looked at her long and hard. "You're loving this aren't you?"

"No I am not! I'm saving the business, and all your jobs I might add. You should be grateful." Laura felt the heat of the blush spread to her cheeks. Abbie could read her like a book.

"Well I know somebody who's going to be very grateful. Come on then give me the bra." Abbie held out her hand.

"I can do it myself, I'll take it off in a minute."

"I'm not having you cheating, hand it over." Laura huffed, then pulled her blouse from her skirt, put her hands behind her back and undid the clasp. After a little twisting and stretching she pulled the bra out through her sleeve. "Now undo the top two buttons. We want this to be right."

"My God, you're not one of them now are you?" Laura said light heartedly.

"Just protecting my job, that's all." She made her way to the door swinging the bra round as she went. "I'll call him, tell him you want to see him. I won't tell him what for. I like watching him squirm. I'll tell him ten minutes."

As soon as Abbie left, Laura went to the cloakroom. Standing in front of the mirror she checked her clothing. The blouse wasn't see-through, but not far off. It wouldn't have been so obvious if those traitorous nipples hadn't turned to rock. Still, nothing she could do now. Returning to her desk she brought the presentation up on the screen and tried to think of some intelligent questions to ask. She couldn't concentrate enough to think of any before a knock on the door told her it was too late anyway.

"Laura, Shaun's here to see you." Abbie said, showing him in. She never did that normally. "Shall I bring some coffee through?" she asked, a big smile on her face.

"No, I think we'll be fine thank you, this won't take long." With her back to Shaun, Abbie made a point of looking at the front of Laura's blouse. She widened her eyes and lifted her eyebrows, then gave a discrete wink and made her way from the office. At the door she called back.

"If there's anything I can help with just call."

"Oh, Abbie," Laura said, "this afternoon, can you remind me to fire you?"

"Of course."

Shaun sat in silence listening to the banter. "What was all that about?"

"Take no notice of her, you know what she's like." Laura quickly changed the subject. "Now, about this presentation."

"The presentation?" There was an exhaling of breath and visible relief in his face.

"Yes, the presentation. What did you think you were here for?" She tried to be casual but knew exactly why he thought he was there.

"I just thought that, you know, I might not be needed here any more after...you know...the incident."

"Water under the bridge Shaun, just a misunderstanding, don't worry. Now about this presentation."

She spent the next few minutes facing Shaun across the desk, her folded arms protecting her modesty while they discussed the various options. Knowing what she had to do induced that now familiar activity down below.

Eventually she bit the bullet. "Let me show you what I've got done so far then." She opened the file on her laptop. He didn't take the bait. "Come and see." She left the screen in a vertical position so that he had to bend down to look over her shoulder. She talked him through the work she had done so far knowing that she hadn't got his full attention. His eyes spent most of the time looking down her blouse at the dark, hard nipples brushing against her silky blouse as she moved her arms. Quickly turning her head she saw his eyes flick towards the screen and his face redden.

"What do you think of it so far?" She asked.

"Er...very impressive...yes...very good." He gave a slight cough.

"I'm not very happy with this bit here." She said, taking her time to find the relevant part, knowing that once again, he would be taking in the view. "There, do you think that looks a bit amateurish?"

"No, I think it all looks good, I'd leave things just as they are." There was a slight tremor to his voice as he spoke.

"Great," she said, "and one more thing, is there a limit to what I can do? You know, a maximum size that the file can be?" Turning to face him again she saw the lustful expression on his face, and she loved it. "Only I want to get some more points in, make a real impact, you know."

He assured her she had already and that the file size was unlimited so she could add as much as she liked. "Well thank you Shaun, you've been a great help. I'll finish it off and let you have a look again, okay? Thanks." He took his cue to leave. As he did so Laura kept her eyes down pretending to concentrate on the screen. When she heard the door close she blew out the breath she hadn't realised she had been holding.

As expected Abbie immediately rushed in. "I think that went well." Laura said.

"Went well? The poor bloke rushed past me with his hands in his pockets, trying to hide how well it went."

"Good, at least it was a bit different from our last meeting, and where's my bra?"

As instructed Laura called Amelia. "Good afternoon, Laura. I assume this means you've completed your task."

"I have, yes."

"Good, come on, tell me all about it then." Laura felt a little unsure of what to say, in fact there wasn't a lot to say.

"There's not a lot to tell you. I called him in and asked some pointless questions about work and had him look at the screen over my shoulder."

"So he got a good look at them?"

"He must have. Abbie said she'd never seen anybody so excited about a presentation."

"And were you?"

"Was I what?" She understood the question perfectly and knew the answer but preferred not to have to admit it.

"It's not a good idea to mess with me Laura." The stern edge to her voice needed no further clarification.

"Yes. Yes I did find it exciting."

"I thought you might. The task was easy enough, considering what you have already done for him. The point of it was to find out whether you enjoy exhibiting yourself or whether you tolerate it because you're instructed to. I think we have our answer, don't you?"

"Yes."

"Yes Amelia." She corrected.

"Yes Amelia, sorry."

"So it looks like this is an area we can develop, push your limits a bit. What do you think?"

"I'll do what you want me to." She spoke very softly, openly voicing her desires was a new concept. Just saying those simple words made her heart race, and she felt the perspiration forming on her temples.

"What I tell you to," she corrected, "it's what you want to do. So I think we need to up the stakes and put you to good use, don't you?"

"What did you have in mind?"

"Well, letting a colleague catch a peek of your boobs is not very challenging is it, and certainly not enough to push the boundaries for someone of your potential. No I think we need to see how far you're prepared to go. Would you like to do that?"

"Yes Amelia, thank you."

The phone went dead.

27

Running the business had become second nature to Laura, well to be fair it almost ran itself. She liked that, it left her free to concentrate on the creative role, which she loved so much. She had always been an ideas person, one who enjoyed a challenge and solving a problem. The boring stuff, finance, drawing up contracts and such like she was happy to leave to others who knew more than her and whom she could trust. But, she still held the reins, it was her business after all. It was her attention to detail and enforcing high standards which enticed clients to return, and subsequent word of mouth which brought in many new ones.

Laura could concentrate on a task for only so long before her thoughts crept back to the game and what she might have to do to win it. Waiting had become the bane of her life. Waiting to hear from Weston, Amelia, Andrew or any other person who may have been brought into the game proved to be tiresome.

Without real events to concentrate her mind she had taken to invention. The odd word overheard in an innocent conversation, a familiar face in the street or a picture in a magazine proved sufficient to revert her mind to a recent experience. Once introduced that was often where it stayed, unable to be driven out by the present and real life. With a single image or phrase she could contrive a full blown fantasy within minutes--she knew she had to get a grip. Looking for hidden meanings in everyday conversations, checking for new emails every few minutes and snatching up the phone on the second ring could be quite tiring, and often disappointing.

And then, after all the waiting, it appeared, an email from Amelia. But it wasn't to Laura, she had just been blind copied in: Shaun Cooper was the recipient. It informed him of the package he would receive by courier and what it would contain. While not giving any direct instruction the letter hinted at how he might use his ownership of the object to his advantage and drawing his attention to the value another might place on it. There was no explanation of why it was important only hints of the power it would offer the owner. It also gave a telephone number should he want any clarification or questions answered. As she read, Laura could feel her heart beating faster. Whether it was through alarm or anticipation she had no idea. Her previous ordeals had been orchestrated by people in the know, those playing the game, but, if the email was true, a line had been crossed. From that point on she would be at the beck and call of an outsider.

However things panned out, she would get the pawn without fail, her determination assured her of that. With Andrew's ongoing consent she felt free to not only accept her fate but even derive a perverse pleasure from it. Choosing to give a slob like Cooper such power over her would only provide fuel for her wicked imagination.

Laura heard nothing from Shaun Cooper the day the email arrived, or the next and she began to wonder whether he was no longer prepared to risk his position by going along with whatever was happening around him, or perhaps he just needed time to formulate his plan and pluck up the courage to act. Then, to her relief, he called her to say he had some technical means by which she could improve her presentation, and would she like to see.

Playing it as cool as she could she asked sensible questions, upholding his belief that she knew nothing of the email. She even began to tease him, telling him she was happy with the presentation and would probably leave it as it was, that threw him. He didn't beg but got more persuasive before she finally put him out of his misery and agreed to see him.

She should have gone straight away, leaving it until late afternoon had given her too much time to mull over the possibilities of what he might have in store for her. However, her greatest concern wasn't about him or what he might want from her but about the way her body and mind seemed to accept it so easily.

Perhaps it was a continuation of her 'neighbour' fantasy, the one so often used since early adolescence. In it she knew the consequences of responding to his summons: it always ended in the same way. But she took the short shameful walk to his house, enjoyed the build up of moisture between her legs and accepted the self loathing for her actions. She never knocked, the door just opened to reveal the house's unpleasant occupant, always standing in the hallway, waiting. His grubby shirt strained to contain his bulging stomach, and his unwashed hair was always in disarray. The distasteful image should have repulsed her not increased her sick need. The craving disgusted her but not as much as the hunger to be used. The tears didn't bother him, they couldn't hide her desire and they would come anyway when he forced himself into her throat. He didn't care about her shame, and neither did she.

Dragging herself back into the real world Laura took another trip to the cloakroom for one last check in the mirror and a final application of lipstick. She had to laugh at the vanity of a slut. Why did she have to look her best? Self esteem of course.

She walked straight into his office, she certainly wasn't going to knock, she had her pride.

"Laura. So, you came." He was hesitant, insecure even. She hoped that she might get away lightly.

"It would appear so." She said wandering around the room. "You have something to show me?" trying to sound casual but businesslike wasn't working, the cracking of her voice and the tiny coughs gave her away. It was difficult to read him, she couldn't tell how he was going to play it out. He already knew enough about her, how she carried out the orders of other people and the intimate act she performed last time she was there. He calmly watched her, unsure of his opening move. She could feel the glow of her guilt spread through her cheeks and down into her neck. Then she broke the silence.

"You need to open a window, it's bloody hot in here."

"I hadn't noticed. I'm OK. You seem to be flustered though." He made no move to open a window.

Laura felt a tiny trickle of moisture run from under her arm. She wondered if he could see her sweat and then thought about the embarrassment she would feel if he knew about the moisture being generated elsewhere. The idea of it only increased her shame and the throbbing. If the thought of being used like this was such a turn on you must be a cheap slut she told herself, then wondered if he would enjoy treating her like one.

Shaun reflected on the woman standing before him. The creative artist, the ruthless business woman and his employer. He'd seen her give presentations and pitch for new contracts, it was always impressive. At that moment though, a different woman stood in his office, a mature and desirable woman. Yet the best part was, for some unknown reason, he had been given permission and encouraged to use her for his own perverted pleasure.

"You're a very beautiful woman Laura," he said softly. "I don't really know why you're here, are these people blackmailing you or something?"

"Of course not, don't be so dramatic." She hoped he would quickly get off the subject of her motives, she had no answers for him.

"I would never have thought that you were so..." he searched for just the right words, "so...open minded." Open minded, that was mild compared to her own assessment. She would have used depraved, deviant or weird.

"To be honest with you," he said, "I'm a little unsure of what I should do with you."

"You don't have to do anything. You could just let me have the pawn and we would be done here, they would never know." A broad smile spread across his face.

"Good try Laura, you're right though, I don't have to do anything. But from what I've been told, you do. You have to do whatever I say, if you want the pawn that is. Now look at me. Do you think I can afford to give up the chance to amuse myself with a woman of your calibre? No, of course not."

"So what are you going to do?" She tried to sound braver than she felt.

"I was given the impression that you would agree to certain requests without too much reluctance, is that right?"

"It depends what you want and if I get the pawn."

"It does indeed. First I'd like to see for real what I've imagined seeing so many times. Slip the dress off." Laura's heart raced and her bravery deserted her.

"Here, now? Come on Shaun, you can't be serious." She said, in a vain attempt to laugh it off.

"Now." Was all he said as he continued to stare impassively, waiting. Long moments passed before Laura plucked up the courage to act. She told herself that he was just another she could add to the ever growing list of those who had seen her naked. She reached behind and pulled down the zip. Not being allowed to wear panties had become normal for her and the possible consequences rarely crossed her mind. As she lowered the dress one hand moved to hide her freshly shaven mound. He smiled at her modesty.

"And the bra." Shit. She couldn't do that one handed. If she raised her hands now would he see the dampness she could feel? She once again reached behind, unclasped the strap and slowly removed the bra. As she dropped it onto her dress she flicked her head back in a defiant gesture and stared him in the eye. One arm attempted to cover her breasts the other between her legs.

"Lovely, turn around." She did as ordered, glad to be facing away. "My God! He exclaimed, have you been spanked?" His high pitched voice was almost a shout. Her cheeks flushed further. There was no point in denying it, the marks were obviously still visible.

"Yes, and if I don't get this done It'll probably happen again so can we please get on with it."

"Wow, it just gets better and better. You're a special one all right. Who'd have thought? Turn to me and put your hands behind your back." There was nothing else left for him to see so she complied. "Come here," he said.

She moved toward his chair and stood in front of him. She watched his eyes scan up and down her body before holding the view of her exposed sex. He reached out his hand and used a finger to brush between the folds. She bent her knees and pulled away. "If you behave and do as you're told you might finish this before somebody comes in," he said. She straightened up, well aware that there was no lock on the office door. He continued the exploration with his fingers, when he pushed inside she gasped but made no attempt to pull away. The hardest part, she found, was resisting the temptation to grind herself down onto the stubby intruders.

"Hm...I didn't believe what she told me," he said, "but I do now." He withdrew his hand and, as the fingers left her she had to scold herself for feeling disappointed. His actions had left the whole area coated with her juices. He made a point of slowly raising his hand and used the viscous liquid to slide his thumb over the fingers, verifying her shame, then he smiled.

She looked down at him. He wasn't a handsome man and he'd let his body get out of shape, but what did that matter. At that moment, he was the person who had been given, and was using, an improper power and she could find no objections. He was the neighbour.

"Last time you were OK, but lets see if you can do any better today." The cocky shit! She thought. She would bet he'd never had as good as she gave him--if any at all.

"I'll try harder then." She said, in her best patronising voice. He looked at his hand once more, watching his fingers spreading the juice.

"Well you seem up for it anyway." He leaned back in the chair and parted his legs. It was her cue to kneel. He reached for the zip but she pushed his hands away before pulling it down herself and taking out the rapidly hardening cock. He twisted his hands in her hair pulling her closer, keeping her at her task. It was a needless precaution. She used her saliva to lubricate the head before sliding her mouth along the length, then withdrawing before repeating the action. She slid her tongue around the head, licked around the rim and teased the tiny hole. Reminding herself of the need to get it done before they are discovered she worked him with her hand as she sucked. His head reclined and his eyes closed. Small groaning sounds escaped his lips.