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.
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