“Okay,” he said, “what do you have to do?” His quick response surprised her. Whoever gave him the pawn must have told him, but then he probably didn’t believe them or thought it was some elaborate joke. After all what are the chances of being told that your employer will be along to give you oral sex in exchange for a chess piece. He probably wanted to hear it from her to validate the story.
“I mean it. You can’t tell anybody–ever.” She turned and looked at him. He nodded. “I have to do something here, today, and it’s very embarrassing for me.” He nodded again. He was still lost for words but she could see his eyes getting wider. “I’ve been told to do this, I don’t have a choice.”
“You mean like a bet or a dare?”
“Yes, something like that.”
“Do you have a girlfriend Shaun?”
“Er, no, not at the moment.” She doubted he ever had.
“Well if you had then she would probably be taking care of this instead of me.” He continued nodding. Lost for any other way to avoid the inevitable she bit the bullet.
“Do you find me attractive Shaun?” This time there was a slight pause while he chose his words carefully.
“Of course I do, who wouldn’t? You’re a beautiful woman.”
“Have you ever fantasized about me, at night, when you’re alone?” He shrugged, and she took that as a yes. “Then you might just enjoy the real thing.” She pushed him back in his chair, and knelt down, felt beneath his large stomach for the belt buckle and slowly released it. Her eyes never left his. She slowly lowered the zip before parting the denim. His hands gently rested on hers stopping her for a moment.
“You’re serious aren’t you,” he said. “I’ve never done anything like this before.”
She almost laughed. “You think I have? Do you think I want to? Bloody hell Shaun.” She held his stare for a long moment. “You could just hand it over to me, they’d never know. You don’t have to do this.” His unhurried thoughts turned to affirmative nods.
“I don’t, no. But it sounds as though you do.” A very slight smile crept into one corner of his mouth. “Go ahead.”
Her last hope of escaping the ordeal vanished. She looked down at his dark blue underwear, already beginning to bulge with his arousal. She lifted his stomach, grasped the waistband and pulled him free from the straining material. She was shocked to find that her hand barely closed around him. He certainly seemed to find the situation, or her, very appealing. She was really going to do it, and not with somebody she fancied but with somebody she found repulsive. Why then, to her horror, did she realise she was getting turned on? Her mind kept returning to the humiliation of the situation itself, the fuel of her arousal. She could feel her cheeks flush. She should turn and run–but she didn’t want to.
Lowering herself toward him she slowly licked around the head. To her surprise there was a fresh, manly taste instead of the bitter, sour taste she had expected. His personal hygiene impressed her or did it disappoint? Wouldn’t that be more humiliating?
Once she had licked him to full hardness she opened her mouth to take in the dark shiny head. With gentle sucking and the use of both hands she coated the whole length with her saliva.
As she worked on him she stole a glance at his face. The podgy cheeks looked even fatter and his eyes were shut. Averting her eyes she had to remind herself of her initial plan: to get it over with as soon as possible. She did enjoy oral sex and doing it with what was in front of her was not the hardship she had feared. The combined stimulus from her hands and mouth soon produced the small spurt, forewarning of the deluge to follow. He grunted and groaned his way through his orgasm as she swallowed, proud as always to not spill a drop.
While he adjusted his clothing she wiped her face on the handkerchief she had brought in readiness.
“Don’t you dare tell anybody about this,” she threatened again.
“Okay, you’ve said. Who’d believe me anyway?” She could tell he had more to say. He finally plucked up the courage. “Would you have done that if you hadn’t been ordered to?” He smiled at the look of astonishment on her face.
“Of course I bloody wouldn’t. Jesus Christ Shaun, what do you take me for?” His raised eyebrows answered her question without the need for words.
“Strange as it sounds, I like that, you doing it when you didn’t want to. It turns me on.”
“Good for you. Now if I could have my pawn I’ll be going.”
“What pawn?” Her head shot up to face him. She could tell from the confused look on his face that he wasn’t kidding.
“The pawn, they gave you a pawn for me, if I did this.”
“Who are ‘they’?”
“Fucking hell Shaun,” she shouted, “you hadn’t better be messing with me.” Laura tried to choke back the tears she could feel welling up inside. The whole situation was a nightmare. Had she gone through all that for nothing? “I had to do this to get back a chess piece,” she screamed at him, “now you’re telling me you don’t have it.” She slammed her hands hard on the table. “For Christ’s sake. You’ll pay for this Shaun Cooper.”
“You’ll have to help me here Laura. What have I done?” He pleaded. “You walk in here, start coming on to me and now it’s all my fault.”
“It bloody is, you led me on.” Unable to hold her frustration any longer Laura burst out crying. There were no gentle sobs resulting from self pity. It was full on angry, hurt and disappointed crying. “You should have said.”
“Said what?” His tone became gentle, almost sympathetic. “I haven’t got a clue what’s going on here.”
Unable to gather her thoughts or stop crying, Laura just needed to get out of the situation. After wiping her eyes on the handkerchief she opened the door and left, praying that she could get back to her office without being seen.
11
Laura didn’t make it back to her office unobserved, Abbie was at her desk.
“Laura what…”
“Just leave it Abbie,” she snapped and then immediately regretted it. “I…I’m sorry, just give me some time. okay.” She rushed into her office, slammed the door and slumped down into the chair.
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” she muttered, banging her fist on the desk. She replayed the whole episode in her mind and had to admit that Shaun was right, it wasn’t his fault. He didn’t say he had the pawn, he didn’t even imply that he did, she had assumed it. She would have to deal with that situation later. No, it was all Weston’s fault, he told her that Shaun had it. She considered calling Andrew to tell him what happened but decided against it; she knew he would calm her down and make her see reason. Instead she decided to call Weston while she still had the anger to confront him.
Grace, his assistant, answered the call saying he was in a meeting and she would get him to call as soon as he was free. Was it for real or another of his damned games to unsettle her even more? Twenty minutes passed before the phone rang. The screen showed it was him. On the second ring Laura snatched at the handset.
“You lied to me,” she shouted, “I did what you said and he didn’t have the pawn. He didn’t even know what I was talking about.”
“Good morning to you too Laura. I’d say you were a little annoyed over something, am I right?”
“Of course you’re bloody right. Shaun Cooper didn’t have the pawn.” She could feel herself losing control again. “You lied to me.”
“First of all, on this one occasion I’m going to put your discourtesy down to the fact that you seem to be upset and therefore I’ll not ask Alistair to pay you a visit to remind you of your manners. Secondly I have not lied to you so far and neither will I lie to you in the future. Now what is it you think I told you which was not true?”
The threat of another visit from Colonel Mason immediately made her change her approach. She replied in a calm voice. “You said I would have to…do that…with Shaun Cooper to get the pawn back.”
“How could I have said that when I have no knowledge of the people in your office?”
“You made me think that’s what I had to do. You didn’t stop me from assuming.”
“Ah, I see. That’s a little different from lying to you, is it not?” There was a long hesitation.
“I suppose so, yes. But now look what’s happened. I’ve done it and I’ll have to give him some sort of explanation.”
“It would appear so, yes, but if you cast your mind back to our conversation I think you’ll find that all the suggestions came from yourself. I merely helped you to clarify your thoughts. Have you considered that deep down you may have been persuading yourself to do it. Did you enjoy it?”
“Of course I-” She stopped herself mid sentence and lowered her voice. “Of course I didn’t enjoy it. It was disgusting. He’s disgusting.” She realised that her feeble attempt to spit the words out for effect made her sound ridiculous.
“I didn’t mean did you enjoy doing it, I meant did you enjoy having to do it, being made to do it, or at least think you were being made to do it?” The long pause gave her time to cast her mind back to the arousal she felt at the time. She may have been able to admit that to herself but she certainly wasn’t going to admit it to Weston.
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