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  "Okay,” he breathed. “Have a seat. Let's continue our negotiations."

  She returned to her seat and sat down. For a moment, she crossed her legs again, then caught herself and brought her foot back to the floor. She deliberately spread her legs apart and waited, arms crossed under her breasts.

  "Okay. As I said, I want my money back. Having you as my personal sex slave isn't worth the money.” A frown slipped across Ellen's face. “But having you earn back the two hundred, forty seven thousand, plus interest, has a certain amount of appeal."

  Her eyes widened. Jack could tell she now had an inkling what he was getting at. Her blush began anew. “You can't mean..."

  "Mean what? That there are certain things you won't do? You'll steal but you won't fuck, is that it?"

  "But I thought—"

  "What? That I want you for myself? Sure, I want you. I'm a man. You're a beautiful woman. And I would fuck you whenever I wanted to. But that doesn't get me my money back, does it? No, for that, we'd need to hire you out."

  "But—but you can't! I'll be arrested!"

  Jack pointed a finger at her. “Not if you're careful. Besides, which would you rather be arrested for, prostitution or embezzlement?"

  Ellen chewed on her bottom lip. “But I'll be ruined, either way! I can't earn your money back if I'm in jail! And I could be killed on the streets!"

  "Oh, don't worry, I won't put you on the streets. No, I see you as a classy call girl, working on behalf of the company. Or, on occasion, I might want to farm you out to a brothel."

  "But what about, you know, diseases and such! I could die from something."

  "Hey, no one says you have to go bareback. You can make them wear condoms."

  She had another argument ready. “But Bill would freak out! He'd divorce me and tell everyone what a slut I've become."

  Jack just shrugged with one shoulder, as if it made no difference to him. “Like I said, you have a choice.” He tipped his head toward the phone.

  He could see she was wavering. “And what about ... us? What would you demand of me, when I'm not out fucking every manufacturing rep in the midwest?"

  "Total obedience."

  She seemed dissatisfied with that answer. “W-what would that entail?"

  "Just as it sounds. You do anything I tell you to do, without argument. If you disobey me, you get punished, or I'll just forget the whole arrangement and call the cops."

  "Punished?"

  "Yeah, like spankings. Nothing you couldn't handle."

  "And these, um, duties—I hope you don't expect me to run drugs for you or something!"

  "I'm not talking about anything like that. Just sexual things."

  Ellen pondered that information. Jack could bet she was running sex acts through her mind, trying to decide which ones were beyond her abilities to stomach. “You mean, like, uh, making love to another woman? Or a gang-bang?” Her voice quavered.

  "Maybe. You'd do whatever necessary to keep the customers or employees happy."

  "But I could have you arrested too!” The angry words slipped out. She seemed to gather her nerve and rush ahead. “I mean, setting yourself up as a pimp is illegal too! How would that play at the Chamber of Commerce?"

  "You're right, of course. If you got caught or turned in, I'd probably be arrested too. Then the entire sordid story would come out.While you're on trial for embezzlement, I'd be on trial for pandering or the like. But I think I'd get off and I don't think you would."

  "After they hear that you forced me into this, they'd—"

  "I haven't forced you to do anything, Ellen. This was entirely your idea. I've said several times, I'm fully prepared to call the police. You're the one who's prolonged this conversation by encouraging me to think of alternatives. And frankly, there aren't many when you've admitted you've stolen such a large amount of money."

  She shrugged, trying to maintain her dignity while naked. “It'd be your word against mine. I'd tell them you forced me. I may go to jail for a couple of years, but you could get more time for running a sex shop!"

  "I wouldn't call it a sex shop. It's only you, trying to do what you can to pay me back. Besides, I'm not a fool. I took the liberty of filming this meeting.” He pointed to a vent, high up on the wall. Ellen, her eyes wide, looked over and spotted the small lens of a camera pointing through the slats at her.

  She stood and turned away, grabbing her clothes to shield her nakedness. “You can't. That's illegal.” She struggled to put on her clothes. Jack didn't try to stop her. He merely stood, picked up the phone and began to dial.

  "W-what are you doing? Stop that!"

  Jack ignored her, the phone pressed to one ear. “You understand that this tape will become evidence. It could even be made public, unless you hire a sharp attorney.” He turned his attention to the phone, where a recorded voice was telling him the correct time. “Hello, police?"

  Ellen lunged for the phone cradle, cutting off the connection. Her clothes dropped to the ground."Let's not do that ... um ... yet,” she begged. “Let's talk a little longer, okay?"

  "Last chance,” he said. “I don't want to play games any more. Either you agree to use your ‘personal assets’ to pay me back, or this conversation is over."

  She stood, trying to maintain what dignity she had left. Silence filled the room, stretching time. Jack watched as she wrestled with her decision.

  "All right,” she said at last. “I'll do your dirty work. I'll be your, uh, slave. It will cost me my self-esteem and probably my marriage, but I'll agree to, um, work for you until I've paid my debt."

  "Plus interest,” Jack put in, “which we'll set at nine percent a year, a true bargain, considering. Agreed?” He pointed at the camera.

  She squared her shoulders and looked up at it. “Agreed."

  "Good.” He got up and walked around to his desk. “I'm shutting down the camera now. I don't think we'll need it any longer.” He pointed a remote unit at a bookcase and Ellen could hear the VCR click off.

  She watched as Jack retrieved the tape and immediately locked it into his safe, mounted behind a painting along one wall. He turned back to Ellen.

  "From now on, your name will be El. I don't think a slut like you deserves a complete name. We'll announce tomorrow that you're changing jobs, going from CFO to secretary. You do what I tell you to do, without question, no matter how embarrassing. You'll call me ‘Mr. Sawyer,’ ‘sir’ or ‘master’ at all times."

  El blanched, but said nothing.

  "I'm going to have a small camera and a light installed under your desk, with a feed into my office here. When you are sitting down, you are to spread your legs so I can see your naked pussy, which must be shaved daily or waxed smooth. Whenever I call you, no matter what you're doing or who else is in the room with you, I want you to put the fingers of your free hand on your pussy and rub it as long as we are speaking. However, you are not allowed to come by yourself. So if I catch you having an orgasm out there, you'll be punished."

  Her mouth dropped open and the color began to drain from El's face.

  "When I call you into my office, once that door is closed behind you, I want you to immediately remove all your clothes, come over to my desk and kneel, then ask, ‘How may I serve you, master?’ You understand?"

  She nodded like an automaton. She appeared to be in shock.

  "I may have someone in my office at the time. It doesn't matter to you. You strip naked. You might be asked to take care of them. If so, I'll reduce your debt at the rate of one hundred dollars for a blow-job and two-fifty for a fuck, ass or pussy. Any time I fuck you, it doesn't count toward your debt, that's just part of the overhead you pay for your new position. Sometimes, you might be asked to go somewhere to meet guests and do whatever they tell you to do. I'll keep track of your debt payments, and you can check them anytime.” Jack smiled thinly. “Unlike you, I have no desire to cheat you."

  "W-what—"

  "Oh, that's another thing,” he interrupted. “You are
not to speak unless you are given permission or spoken to first."

  She thought about that for a moment. “May I speak, sir?"

  He waited a long beat, then: “Yes, my slut."

  She blinked at the casual insult, then asked: “What about Bill?"

  "That's your problem. You can tell him or not, up to you. But if you do and he gets the idea that he needs to come here and protect you from me, you'd better convince him otherwise. If anything happens to me, even a threat, I'll cancel the deal and a full accounting of your activities will be reported to the authorities, including that tape I just made."

  She thought about that for a moment. Jack could see the wheels turning in her head. “So, you want me available at all times? Like days and nights?"

  "Yes, although it will be mostly days. Think of it this way, the more you earn, the sooner you'll be done with this. I think if you really applied yourself, you could earn three grand a week. That'd mean you could pay me off in eighteen months."

  Jack could see the information weigh heavy on her. Eighteen months probably sounded like forever. He figured she'd be a completely different person at the end of it.

  "Okay, let's get started. I want you to suck me off.” Jack splayed his legs apart. El hesitated, then sank to her knees and began fumbling with his pants. He could see her hands were trembling.

  "Do you suck your husband's cock?"

  She didn't look up. “Y-yes, sometimes."

  "Well, you'd better get used to it. You're going to become an expert."

  El managed to free his flaccid cock and bent down to take it into her mouth. Her licking soon caused it to swell, allowing her to draw more of it into her throat. She began to move her face quickly up and down his shaft, as if to hurry him along.

  "No,” he cautioned. “Take your time, like a high-class hooker would."

  She slowed her pace immediately, but didn't stop slurping and licking. After a few minutes, Jack could feel his climax approaching. He grabbed her face and moved it up and down on his cock at his own rhythm. She struggled for a moment, then let him have his way. He felt his cock twitch, then explode into her mouth.

  She gasped and tried to pull away, but Jack held her tight until his cock was spent. Then he allowed his soft cock to slip from her juicy mouth. Ropes of his seed ran down her chin.

  "That was a fine first effort, except that you MUST swallow cum at all times. Do you understand?"

  She nodded, unable to speak. She closed her mouth and Jack could see the muscles in her throat working. He pointed to the drool on her chin and she wiped it up with her fingers. He made her suck them clean.

  "All right.” He pushed her away from his lap. “I want you to get dressed. I never want to see you in a business suit again after today, unless I order it. I'm giving you the rest of the day off so you can go shopping for the types of outfits appropriate for a slut. You know what to buy: short skirts, skimpy tops, high heels."

  Jack watched, unmoved, as tears began to flow down her cheeks. “M-master, may I speak?” Her voice caught.

  "Yes, slave."

  "H-how will I live? If all my money goes to pay off the debt, how can I make my house payments, pay utilities, buy groceries?"

  Jack had been ready for that question. “First of all, tell Bill he needs to get a job, any job. His free ride is over. And he'd better not lose his next job. For now, I'll let you keep the house. I want you to bring your receipts for your mortgage payment, and other routine bills. I will pay half of your living expenses, and add the totals to your debt. Billy boy can pay the other half or he can move out. There'll be no money for extras, such as vacations or fancy cars. You'll have to sell your Mercedes and bring me the money to help offset the cost of keeping you."

  "But, master, how will I get to work?"

  "Either I'll pick you up, or I'll send a car."

  He asked her approximately what her monthly household expenses were, and she gave him a figure. Jack ran the totals on his calculator. “Looks like that's going to add at least another year to your debt."

  El's head sagged in defeat.One of her tears fell unnoticed onto her breast.

  "Any more questions?” He could tell she had several, but she merely shook her head. “All right. You may get dressed and go. Be ready for your new position at 8:30 tomorrow."

  She nodded and stood up, seemingly no longer concerned about her nakedness. Her shoulders slumped. Jack could see some of his semen, mixed with her saliva, spotting her heaving breasts. Before she could step back, he reached out and grabbed one of them. She froze, a questioning look on her face. “Looks like you forgot some,” he pointed out.

  She looked down, then used her fingers to scoop up the fluid and lick it. He released her and she began putting on her clothes. Jack felt a bit of sadness, watching this magnificent beauty cover up her nudity. He much preferred her naked and vulnerable. When she was dressed, she asked for permission to go. Jack smiled and nodded.

  CHAPTER 2

  Jack parked outside El's house at 8:35 the next morning and honked. Her Mercedes still sat in the driveway with a “For Sale” sign stuck in the back window. He wondered if she had told Bill the news, or if she was going to try to hide it from him.

  The door opened immediately, and El came out, peering anxiously around her neighborhood, as if afraid someone might see her. She looked like a different woman. She was dressed in a red skirt that came to mid-thigh, a white tanktop and black pumps with two-inch heels. Jack thought the shoes could be a bit higher, but overall, she looked good, in a trashy sort of way. As she approached, he could tell she wasn't wearing a bra, just as he had ordered. He could easily see the nipples poking up from the cloth. He suspected she wasn't wearing panties, either. He'd find out soon enough.

  She raced down the steps and got in the passenger seat quickly. Jack waited, staring at the door to see if Bill would come out, angry and shouting. Nothing happened.

  He turned to El, noting that her makeup was the same as yesterday, not nearly slutty enough. “Did you tell Bill?"

  "Um, sort of. I told him I stole some money to cover for his being out of work and I'm going to have to pay it back. I didn't tell him exactly how. He still thinks I'm the CFO."

  "Dressed like this?"

  She could see the flush creep up her neck to her ears. “He didn't ask a lot of questions. I think he's in shock about the whole thing. I know he feels partially responsible."

  Jack nodded, staring at the house. That made sense. But he'd have to monitor the situation. It wouldn't do to have an irate husband stirring things up. He turned back to El. “Okay. You look pretty good. But there's a couple of things.” He ticked them off his fingers. “One, you're not wearing enough makeup. You look like the businesswoman you used to be, not the slut you are. You're going to need more lipstick, eyeliner, the works. Two, whenever you come into the car, I want you to spread your legs apart and show me your cunt. Sit bare-assed on the seat."

  She made a small noise in her throat, then lifted her ass up off the seat. She pulled the back of her skirt out of the way, then sat down again. Jack peered closer, noting that she had attempted to shave her mound, but had left quite a bit of stubble. “You call that shaved?"

  She flushed even redder, if that was possible. “S-sorry, sir, I did it myself and it's hard to reach everywhere."

  "You didn't tell your husband that you were shaving it?"

  "No, sir. Not yet."

  That caused Jack to think of something else. “How often do you and Bill fuck, on average?"

  El looked at the floor. “Um, about once a week. It used to be a lot more, but because he's been out of work lately, I'm not often in the mood for him, you understand."

  "Yes, I do. Does he use a condom?"

  She glanced up at him, as if considering whether she should challenge him for his prying questions, but his look told her he was serious. Before she could answer, he grabbed her upper arm. “Don't every try to lie to me or conceal facts. You have no privacy or secrets from
me now, do you understand?"

  "Yes, Ja—I mean, Mr. Sawyer."

  "Okay, answer the question."

  "No, sir. I'm on the pill."

  "Okay, from now on, you are to inform me whenever you fuck Bill—or anyone else. I want to hear details."

  She took a deep breath. “Yes, sir."

  "I will decide later if I want you wearing yourself out on your husband, when you could be letting that pussy earn my money back."

  "Yes, sir."

  "Now, as to these other things. I want you to go back into your house and bring a bag containing your makeup kit, shaving cream and a razor."

  She blanched and Jack thought she was going to refuse, but she didn't. She seemed to gather herself, then unlatched the door and got out. He watched her adjust her tiny skirt, then trudge up the steps and disappear inside. She came out onto the porch a few minutes later, followed by Bill. He seemed upset, or at least filled with questions.

  El brushed him off and hurried back to the car, a small paper bag clutched in one hand. Bill stared at Jack, then shook his head and retreated inside. Jack wondered if he intimidated Bill. After all, Jack held their future in his hands. And Bill was not a big man, so he didn't seem to be much of a threat. Jack knew Bill would be wrestling with his demons over this and wouldn't be sure what to make of it. Eventually, Jack believed El would have to tell him, then there could be trouble if Bill decided to go after him or call the cops.

  El had reseated herself, remembering to pull up her skirt. Jack put the car into reverse and backed slowly out of the driveway. He turned and started forward, glancing down occasionally to check out El's bare pussy.He reached over and let his fingers touch her slit. She jerked slightly, then settled down and let him stroke her.

  He didn't say anything to her during the drive and she seemed to know better than to talk first. Whenever he glanced at her face, she was staring straight ahead.