El, dressed in her short blue silk robe that always tickled her nipples, waited in her office for Mr. Sawyer to signal her in. He was meeting with a new client and she had been summoned from her apartment behind the factory to help convince him that Sawyer Metalworking could offer more than the competition. El knew that Sawyer produced good quality materials; she was merely the icing on the cake. If a new client signed up, they got to spend some time with El. Some simply wanted to fuck her, others wanted a quick blow job. A few wanted to spank her, although Mr. Sawyer carefully monitored such activities so El wouldn't come to any real harm.

By now, this had become a routine function of her duties at the plant. She no longer thought it strange to spread her legs for a stranger or to have employees fondle her in the hallways. She was the office slut and had long ago lost any embarrassment or shame over her title.

El had put herself in this position—she couldn't blame Mr. Sawyer. She had stolen a great deal of money from the plant in her former position as chief financial officer and her boss had been ready to call the police. She had begged him not to, offering to pay him back. But she quickly realized that there would be only one way to pay him back—by using her sexual charms to help his business. It was a Hobson's choice, but it beat going to prison.

At first, it was embarrassing and degrading and El thought she had made a terrible mistake. But as the weeks went by and her internal barriers fell, she felt strangely liberated. It was as if a deeply hidden part of her had taken over. All she had to do was use her body. It became easy. And everyone was so nice to her.

Her hand rested on her thigh as she sat in her office chair, legs spread, ready to touch herself once Mr. Sawyer called her. She could hardly stand the waiting and she wasn't sure if she was more excited about seeing the new client, or hearing Jack's voice as she stroked her damp pussy.

The intercom buzzed. Her hand went immediately to her wet slit and rubbed even as her other hand picked up the phone. “Yes, sir?"

"Come in, El."

She rose and headed for the door, her pussy quivering in anticipation. Inside, she saw Mr. Sawyer sitting with a heavy-set man of about fifty. He had a shiny forehead that went halfway up his skull before meeting a fringe of red-gray hair. She hesitated before stripping off her robe, not sure if Mr. Sawyer wanted her to be naked right away or not. Fortunately, Jack noticed her discomfort.

"It's all right, El. Mr. Sisco has been told all about you."

She smiled and dropped her robe. Her jewelry glinted in the soft fluorescent lights. El approached Jack and dropped to her knees, making sure she spread her legs apart as she did. “How may I serve you, Master?"

Jack smiled. “El, I'd like you to meet Ernie Sisco, a potential new client of ours."

El knew her role whenever she met a “potential” client. She turned and gave him a big grin, then asked: “How can I help convince you that Sawyer is the best place for your business?"

Mr. Sisco didn't respond right away—he was too busy staring at El's bare pussy with the gold ring and the Sawyer logo right above it. His eyes rose slightly, taking in her “SLUT” belly-button piercing, then continued up to her proud breasts and the matching gold rings in each nipple.

"Jee-sus!” He exclaimed, glancing at Jack. “You weren't kidding. She's a peach."

"She's all yours, once you sign with us. And I assure you, you won't be disappointed with the work we do. This is just to sweeten the deal, so to speak."

"She sure is sweet.” Ernie had already begun to sweat heavily. He rubbed his upper lip, then took out a damp handkerchief and mopped his dome. “Boy, you drive a hard bargain. I can do anything I want with her?"

Jack's eyes narrowed. “Not anything. Just the regular stuff. We have to take good care of her, you understand."

"Oh, of course. Of course.” Stains spread under each arm. The man was either very excited or very nervous. His eyes seemed to sink into his florid face.

El stared at him, a half-smile frozen on her face and imagined him laying on her, smearing her with his sweat, his sausage-like cock stabbing into her. She put the image out of her mind. This was her job and she was determined to do it well.

Sisco turned suddenly to Mr. Sawyer, thrusting out a beefy hand. “All right, Jack, I'll tell you what. I'll give you the auto parts business, once my contract with Minnesota expires. That's about twelve percent of my total revenues. We'll see how that goes, and then we'll decide on any future business."

Jack mulled it over. The auto parts deal was a good start, but he knew the Minnesota Manufacturing contract with Sisco didn't end for another six months. It seemed Sisco wanted something today for a promise tomorrow, and from experience, Jack knew how too often, those promises tended to disappear.

"Sure,” he said, shaking his hand, “and I'll have El ready for you just as soon as the contract has been signed."

Ernie's hand froze in mid-shake. “You mean you won't let me partake in El's gifts until then?"

"Now what kind of businessman would I be if I did that? We both know that a lot can happen in six months."

Sisco's face darkened. “You don't trust me to honor any deal I make today?"

"This has nothing to do with honor and everything to do with the fact that Sawyer Metalworking is the best place for your business, whether El's involved or not. Consider her like an enticement—you can't expect to get the extra gift without the main purchase."

Sisco let go of Jack's hand and allowed his pudgy fingers to stroke El's breast for a second. No one said anything. Finally, he stood, adjusting his pants to conceal his erection. “I'll call you closer to when the contract expires,” he said abruptly and left the office.

Jack said nothing for a long second after the door clicked closed behind the big man. Then he turned to El. “We'll never see him again."

El was not disappointed to hear that. “I'm sorry, Master—I hope I didn't scare him away."

"No, you did nothing wrong. He was just a schemer. He had heard about you through the grapevine and he'd thought he'd try to get something for nothing. I'm glad he failed. I'd hate to see him pawing you, frankly."

Me too, she thought. She could still feel his fingers on her breast and it made her feel a little dirty, if that was possible. As if reading her mind, Jack told her to go take a shower.

She jumped up and went into Mr. Sawyer's executive washroom. She stopped at the mirror to stare at her reflection. She had changed so much in the last two years, she hardly recognized herself. Instead of her shoulder-length black hair, she had a shaggy cut, streaked with reddish highlights. The tasteful makeup she had worn for years had been replaced by brighter accents around her eyes. Her lashes were long and her eyebrows trimmed. Below, her mouth was outlined by full red lipstick. Today, she wore her pearl earrings, but she also had a matching set of tiny penis ones she wore a couple of times a week.

Around her neck, she wore the penis necklace that Mr. Sawyer had given her a few months ago. She hardly ever took it off, unless he asked her to wear her “FUCK ME” necklace. She didn't like that one as much, simply because it was too obvious, but she had little say in what she wore—or didn't wear.

Her fingers moved down from the necklace to one of the gold rings through her nipples. She tugged at it and enjoyed the tingling sensation it gave her. She was constantly horny and she attributed it to the jewelry and to the way she was treated here. Rarely was she left alone. People were always coming up to touch her or ask to see her breasts or pussy. The robe helped immensely in displaying her body. Sometimes, she wouldn't even bother to wear it—she'd just stroll down the corridors naked and let everyone have their way with her.

No one fucked her, of course—that was strictly controlled by Mr. Sawyer. Six months earlier, he had fired one worker for violating his edict. Frank Jefferson had pulled El into the men's bathroom and tried to fuck her up against the tiled wall. El was prepared to let him, as she didn't want to be accused of being rude to any of the workers. At the same time, she warned him that Mr. Sawyer might be displeased. That didn't stop him. He unzipped his pants and has his hard cock out just inches from her well-used pussy when another worker came in and surprised them, causing Jefferson to back off. He zipped up quickly and left, leaving El standing there, half naked.

When Jack found out, he was furious and called the man into his office and dismissed him on the spot. El, in her office next door, couldn't help but overhear their angry voices through the door.

Jefferson, a bullying type, threatened to go to the police and “expose your sordid little racket,” but Mr. Sawyer called his bluff and told him to go ahead—he'd file charges of attempted rape the same day. El wasn't sure if that was a smart move, considering her job, but it did seem to quiet Jefferson down. He left a short time later and there were no repercussions from his threats.

El realized she had been staring at herself too long, so she turned on the shower and allowed it to warm up. She wanted to wash off Mr. Sisco's sweat that lay like a slime across her right breast. She jumped in and washed herself quickly. Getting out, she toweled dry, and then opened the door to let the steam out.

Mr. Sawyer was sitting at his desk, working. El smiled at that—she loved watching him work. He motioned her over and she scampered out to kneel by his side, within easy reach. He stroked her breasts and tugged at her nipple rings. She found herself getting very wet and she hoped he would fuck her today. He rarely did any more. That was one part of her new job that disappointed her. She loved to lie on her master's desk and feel him pounding away at her pussy, his big cock sliding in and grinding against her clit before he'd pull out again. It was during those times that she felt truly loved by Mr. Sawyer. Or maybe it was the power he exhibited. She felt drawn to him and would do just about anything he asked of her.

He stopped fondling her just as she was about to climax and said: “I'm not sure Sisco's business would be worth it if it meant having his greasy hands on your body."

El thought she might just come right then. God, she adored this man! She hadn't wanted to tell him her real feelings about Sisco, but it was clear he felt it too.

"T-thank you, Master."

He nodded, then reached down between her legs and found her to be dripping wet, as usual. “God, you're a horny slut, aren't you? Don't tell me you were looking forward to having that fat man on you?"

"No, Master,” she said, trying to keep the shudder out of her voice. “But I would've if you had asked me to."

"Then why are you so wet? Are you just like this all the time now?"

El wanted to say, No, it's because I want you to fuck me, but instead, she said, “I don't know. Maybe."

His hand fondled her gold ring, allowing it to drop onto her clit. El closed her eyes and found herself right on the edge of an orgasm. “Please, sir. If you keep that up, I'll come."

He stopped and she wished he hadn't. She found herself vibrating, ready to explode at the next touch or even kind word.

"Well, we can't waste that, now can we?” She heard him flipping through the pages of his “El Book” as he called it. “I don't see anyone scheduled for another two hours. How did this happen? How did you end up with so much free time?” His voice had a teasing inflection.

"Sisco, sir,” she reminded him, coming down a bit from her high. “You thought he might take longer."

"Of course, how could I forget?” He paused, then asked. “So, do you think I should allow you to come?"

El opened her eyes and beseeched him. “Whatever you want to do, Master."

"OK,” he relented. “Get up on the desk and spread your legs."

Excitedly, she jumped up and started to lie back. He stopped her. “No, up on your knees. I want to watch you masturbate."

El tried to hide her disappointment. She'd much rather have his hard cock than her fingers. Nevertheless, she obeyed him, getting into position, her wide-spread cunt just a few inches from his face. She put her hand on it and waited for him to give her final permission. When he nodded, she began to rub herself quickly. She threw her head back and guttural noises rose from her throat.

Because she was always on edge, thanks to the constant stimulation, El came quickly. But it wasn't the satisfying climax she had come to expect from many of her lovers. She hoped Mr. Sawyer might take pity on her and give her a quick fucking, but he merely told her to suck him off. She dropped down to the rug between his legs and freed his semi-erect cock. Within seconds, she had him hard and, within minutes, she was rewarded with a tongue bath of his sperm. She swallowed eagerly, his essence like cream to her.

Afterward, Jack sent her back to her office to await the next client. El hoped this one would want to fuck her. She needed constant stimulation. Idly, she flipped her clit ring, allowing it to bounce off her sensitive pussy. She was so close to coming again, she decided to stop—Mr. Sawyer would be very upset if she came by herself. And it wasn't like she could hide it—her pussy was constantly on display in the coffee room.

Gloria seethed. It was one thing to have this slut parade around half-dressed or even, god forbid, naked, but it was quite something else to have to see the woman's private parts displayed where she could hardly avoid seeing them! How could Jack ruin a perfectly good coffee room?

The human resources supervisor kept her eyes averted from the triple screens—one on the left, showing El at her desk, her bare tits hanging out of her robe for all to see, another on the right focused on the now-empty chair in her factory apartment where El often sat, waiting for her next customer. It was the third screen, right in the middle, that made Gloria see red. The under the desk shot that displayed the slut's wide-spread pussy, her hand always hovering nearby. Whenever the phone rang, her hand dipped down into her wetness and a cheer would go up from the coffee room. It was disgusting!

Gloria had kept her mouth shut for nearly two years now, but she was reaching her limit. If it hadn't been for her brother-in-law getting the job of CFO, she would've turned them all in long ago. Still, she felt trapped. She couldn't very well turn them in now, could she? Andy was just as culpable. Her sister would suffer the consequences of having her husband arrested or laid off.

So she seethed. Gloria walked into her office in a bad mood. Whenever she encountered El in the hallway, her depression increased. The way the men all gathered around her! Deep down, Gloria felt a twinge of envy—no one ever wanted to see her naked! Her sister Sarah had gotten all the looks in her family. Gloria was the heavy-set, doughy-faced girl who never had a date in high school. Her one date in college had been a disaster when she discovered he had been acting on a dare. She had nearly killed him with her purse.

Gloria felt she had to do something to solve her ethical dilemma or she'd go mad. That morning, she found the answer from Jack himself. Gloria had noted that El's “activity chart” had recently been posted on the company website, behind a password, so everyone could see when she was busy. But that's all they could see. Each hour of the day and early evening were listed and if Jack had her scheduled, a red “X” filled the box. Gloria guessed that Jack had to have names in there, protected by another password, no doubt.

She hadn't been able to take her suspicions further until a few days later, when Jack took El out to meet a client off-site. She decided to take a chance and see if her suspicions were correct. Using a flimsy excuse that she needed a file from Jack's office, she entered the empty suite and sat at his computer. His log-on screen came up. Gloria was nervous, but determined. She tried several different combinations, with no luck. Fortunately, Jack had not set it up so she would be locked out after three tries. She could conceivably try unlimited combinations—if she had that kind of time.

Frustrated by that whore, Gloria typed in “ELSLUT” and hit enter. Password Accepted, the screen read. She had done it! The screen cleared and his home page came up. She quickly riffled through the folders until she found the schedule. When she opened it, she could see each box now had a name neatly typed in. She gasped at some of them—how could so many people be in on this conspiracy? It was as if she were the only sane person at Sawyer Metalworking!

Then one name, down early on Friday morning, made her blood run cold. And it sealed Jack's fate in a heartbeat: Andy Grogan. Her brother-in-law. Fucking this slut on the side!

All her frustrations melted away, replaced by rage. She had to act now. She wasn't going to sit by and let her sister be two-timed by this despicable cad! With that slut! And after she had gotten him the job! The bastard!

She signed off the program and left the office. Gloria wanted to call the police right away. Seeing Jack hauled away in handcuffs, that slut right behind him would make her day. But she knew instinctively that she wouldn't be believed. If someone had told her what was going on here, she wouldn't believe it either, unless she had seen it with her own eyes. Gloria had to have proof. It wouldn't have to be much—just an example of El's slutty behavior and how everyone condones it should be enough to get the slow wheels of justice turning.

At lunch, she went to an appliance store and purchased a small, digital video recorder. It was expensive, but Gloria had been paid very well over the last couple of years and she delighted in spending some of it to bring about the downfall of this modern-day Sodom. No, that wasn't quite it. She was more like Sampson, pushing down the pillars, bringing the roof down on herself as well as others. There might never be another job that paid as well as this one, but it no longer mattered. She was determined to put a stop to this disgusting, illegal behavior.

It was all too easy to film El—once the slut entered a corridor, no one paid the slightest attention to Gloria. She could almost hide the recorder in the palm of her hand as she filmed the action. El, walking toward her, dressed in her nasty blue robe, stopped every couple of feet at someone's command to raise her hem to display her bare pussy or open it to show off her obscene breasts. Hands came at her from all directions to fondle her or to swipe the fluid from her slit. There were cat-calls and hoots—it was terrible.

El, on this occasion, was on her way to get coffee. It was easy for Gloria to hang back and film over the heads of the crowd around the door. Someone requested El bend over to receive a spanking for some imagined infraction. El wiggled her ass for the crowd—and the camera—as one of the workers gave her a few slaps, leaving red marks on her well-used ass.

"That's the spirit!” A man shouted. “Now turn around and show us your cunt again!"

And El obeyed. She always did what the workers wanted—except fuck them, of course. Jack was her pimp. Gloria wished she could capture the interplay between the two of them on camera. That would be the nail in their coffins! As it was, she felt she had enough. She left work early and drove down to the nearest police station and marched in.

"I'd like to speak to a detective in the sex crimes department,” she told the startled desk sergeant. He looked her up and down, as if he couldn't believe someone would want to rape her, and said, “Sure, lady. If you'll have a seat over there, I'll have someone come up."

He made a call as Gloria seethed some more, tired of being treated like some kind of sexual leper. She had many fine qualities. If men had just given her a chance, she could've shown them what a wonderful wife she could've become. But men were all interested in superficialities. She never stood a chance against the Ellens of the world. Just because she didn't have a body like El's didn't mean—

Her thoughts were interrupted by two people approaching her, a man and a woman. The man was tall, middle-aged, with tired eyes that probably had seen too much. His hair formed a graying fringe around a balding head. The woman was shorter than Gloria, thin, with short-cropped red hair. The woman smiled and spoke first.

"Hello. I'm Detective Bishop and this is Detective Granski. How can we help?"

Gloria stood. “Hello, I'm Gloria Cooper and I work at Sawyer Metalworking. There's some illegal sexual activity that's going on there that you should be aware of."

They glanced at each other and Gloria could immediately see the disbelief in their eyes, as if they were thinking, “Another busy-body.” She would show them! Then they nodded in unison toward her and asked her to accompany them to an interview room, so they could “discuss this in private.” The silent Granski trailed along behind, making her uneasy. Was she really doing the right thing? Did anyone really care what went on at the plant?

Once inside the room, however, all she had to do was show the tape and explain why El acted this way, and the detectives became believers. The embezzlement, the deal with Sawyer, the activities of workers and clients alike, all came pouring out. The detectives were clearly stunned.

"All this has been happening for two years?” Granski finally spoke.

Gloria nodded.

"And you're only reporting it now?” Bishop put in, making Gloria's stomach twist in knots.

"Well, I was trapped too, for a while. You see, my brother-in-law works at the plant in El's old position of CFO. If I turned them in, he'd lose his job—we all would, probably. I couldn't do that to my sister."

"Then why now?” Bishop leaned in.

The truth erupted from Gloria before she could stop herself. “Because that slut is fucking my brother-in-law!"

Both detectives leaned back, nodding, eyebrows raised in unison. Gloria thought she saw the male detective struggling to hide a grin.

"Very well, if you could leave your camera here for a couple of days, we'll need to download this evidence,” Granski said. “This is going to take a few days to put together. You can return to work tomorrow if you like, or you can call in sick—it's up to you. But under no circumstances should you tell anyone about this, including your sister."

Gloria agreed, relieved that, at last, her long nightmare would soon be over. And that Jack's would be just beginning.

Three days later, El was across town, under a conference table, sucking on one of four cocks that were thrusting out from four sets of slacks. A fifth set, still zipped up, belonged to Mr. Sawyer and he was leading the discussion among the executives of yet another potential client. El had forgotten the name already. They all ran together in her mind anyway. What was important was how well she did her job. Right now, she concentrated on sucking and licking this man's cock until he squirted into her mouth. She didn't even remember what his face looked like. When she had come into the room, dressed in her business suit, she caught a brief glimpse of the four men, but she quickly had been ordered under the table. Now her suit coat was unbuttoned and her short skirt hiked up to her hips as she worked to satisfy another client. The man's hands reached down to stroke a bare breast and tug at her nipple ring.

The man's thighs began to stiffen and El knew he was close. Suddenly she felt a hot stream of his spunk jet into the back of her throat and she swallowed it quickly. She cleaned the softening member with care and tucked it back into his pants. El zipped him up carefully and moved to the next one.

Later, in the car on the way back to the office, Mr. Sawyer rubbed her naked pussy and told her how much business the new clients would be bringing to the factory. El didn't really listen, she simply enjoyed the sensation of his fingers playing with her clit, tugging at her ring.

"I'm so proud of you, El! We're going to have to expand the plant again! I'm thinking of giving you a bigger apartment—would you like that?

"Whatever you want, sir."

He nodded, his eyes on the road. His fingers were beginning to tease a climax out of her and El found it hard to concentrate on his words. She closed her eyes and rode the sensations, drifting higher and higher toward an orgasm.

Suddenly, Jack's fingers pulled away and he muttered, “What the fuck?"

El opened her eyes to see the parking lot filled with police cars. There were two gathered near the front door, along with two dark, unmarked cars, and another patrol car was parked at the rear of the lot.

"What the hell is going on?” He said, then turned to El. “I'm going around the block; you fix your clothes!” He drove around, giving El a chance to button up her business suit and pull down her skirt. When she was ready her boss drove into the lot. He pulled up near the front door. Jack got out, ignoring El, and demanded of the first cop he saw: “What's going on here?"

The officer, a young man with a crew cut, eyed him suspiciously. “Are you Jack Sawyer?"

"Yes, yes I am. I own this business. I demand to know what's going on!"

The cop turned and signaled to a plain-clothed man standing by the entrance, standing next to a short woman with red hair. They hurried over.

"Jack Sawyer?” One asked. He was tall, with tired eyes.

"Yes, yes! Dammit, tell me what's going on!"'

The first detective jerked his head at his partner. She went around to the passenger side of the car. “And this, I assume, is Ellen Sanchez?"

Jack began to pale. “Yes. That's her."

"Mr. Sawyer, my name is Detective Granski and this is Detective Bishop. We're from the sex crimes division. We're placing you and Ms. Sanchez under arrest for prostitution, pandering and other assorted sex crimes. You have the right to remain silent..."

Before the man could grab his arm, Jack leaned down and said to El: “Don't say anything to the police.” The detective jerked him upright and slapped the handcuffs on his wrists.

Bishop opened the door and helped El out. She looked bewildered. “Mr. Sawyer?” She asked, looking for guidance.

"It's all right, El. I'll call my lawyer."

El tried to be brave, but when the detective placed handcuffs on her and began reading her her rights, she began to cry. It was as if all the work she had done in the last two years to avoid being arrested for embezzlement had gone for naught. She watched as Mr. Sawyer was handcuffed as well. They were separated and put in the back of two police cars. El watched as another young man in a dark sports coat came out of the building carrying some papers. He stopped and talked to the other detectives. The tall one jerked his thumb over his shoulder toward the cars where she and Mr. Sawyer had been taken.

The man smiled and nodded. More police officers came out of the building, carrying computers and more papers. Then Gloria came out, smiling, accompanied by a blonde woman of medium height wearing a dark pants suit and a tan overcoat. The blonde dressed very well, El noted, and wondered if she was another detective.

Two officers got into the cars holding Mr. Sawyer and El and they drove off separately. “Where are you taking me?” She asked, pulling against her tight handcuffs. The man said nothing. She sighed and sat back, fighting the tears in her eyes. She recalled what they had said about prostitution, but she wasn't sure why they didn't say embezzlement. Perhaps they are just waiting to get them downtown to formally charge her. She tried not to think about it. Just leave it up to Mr. Sawyer; he knows best what to do.

Jack knew his business would be hurt by the arrest and the resulting publicity. He had expected something like this could happen, but the longer it had gone on, the less it seemed possible. No one had raised a fuss before—why now? He wondered who had turned him in. Perhaps a client, or a former employee. Or maybe Sisco? No matter. He had a good lawyer on retainer and he would help get him out of this.

Perhaps he should've insisted El leave once she had paid up, six months ago. But shit, she was so aroused all the time, so willing to continue to do what she was told! She was like the perfect woman—all sex drive and no brains. He smiled to himself, then caught the eyes of the officer in the rear-view mirror and turned away, chagrined.

This was no laughing matter. The cop pulled up behind the station that seemed to be full of media vans. Shit! No doubt the cops had alerted them. He wanted to hide his face, but the officer gave him no chance—he was hauled out and duck-walked toward the door. Microphones were thrust at him from the assembled back of reporters. Questions flew at him.

"Mr. Sawyer! Is it true you kept a sex slave at work?"

"Did she use sex to win new clients?"

"How many sex slaves do you have?"

He ignored them and they reached the back door. Just before they went inside, the crowd suddenly turned as one.

"There! Is that her? Is that the slave?"

"Come on!"

The crowd hurried over to the other car. Jack caught a glimpse of a frightened El in the back seat before the door shut behind him.

"I want a lawyer,” he said to the cop, who just grunted. He was taken down a dull green corridor past a bull pen full of metal desks to an interview room. The room was about eight feet by ten feet and had a wall-length mirror on the side opposite the door. He knew there would be people behind the one-way glass, watching him.

The officer sat him in a chair and started to leave. “Hey,” Jack shouted after him. “What about my cuffs? Aren't you going to remove them?"

The cop just shook his head and closed the door. Jack sat there for a few minutes, wondering what was happening to El. Though he had exploited her badly, he still cared about her. He knew she would be terrified by all this.

After what seemed like an hour, but was probably no more than fifteen minutes, the door opened and two people walked in—the tall detective from the plant, followed by the short red-head. His heart fell when he thought of all the evidence they must now have.

"Mr. Sawyer? Remember us? I'm Detective Granski and this is Detective Bishop. We'd like to ask you a few questions."

"No,” he said at once. “I want my attorney."

"If you insist,” Bishop said, coming close and perching on the edge of the table with one thigh. For one brief moment, Jack pictured her kneeling by his desk, naked. He pushed the thought away. “But it might be better if we could just clear this up informally."

Jack snorted. “You must think I'm an idiot. I invoke my rights to remain silent until provided with my attorney. If you'll give me my one phone call, I'll call him."

They glanced at each other and the older man shrugged. “OK, tough guy. Have it your way. But things will go harder for you now."

They left.

Down the hall, in Interview Room 2, El sat terrified, tears rolling down her cheeks. Her wrists remained cuffed, preventing her from wiping her nose or fixing her makeup. Mr. Sawyer's going to be mad, she thought.

The door opened suddenly, and it startled her. She nearly fell out of her chair. The red-head she'd seen at the plant came over and steadied her. The larger man just stood there, staring at her.

"Are you OK?” the woman asked.

"No. I'm scared. I want to see Mr. Sawyer."

"He's busy right now. But you can talk to us. My name is Bishop and this is Detective Granski."

She shook her head. “M-Mr. Sawyer said not to."

The big man laughed. “Mr. Sawyer is in a lot of trouble. He'll probably go to jail for a long time. You'd better think about what's going to happen to you."

El looked over at the redhead, trying to find a friendly face. Bishop smiled. “Look, we don't want you to suffer any more than you already have. We just want to understand what went on at that plant. Can you fill us in?"

El knew better than to fall for that. If she told them, her embezzlement would be revealed. And she knew that those charges were far more serious than a few sex crimes in which she had willingly participated.

"I don't want to talk right now. I want to see Mr. Sawyer."

"You can't see him,” Granski said harshly, causing more tears to flow from El's eyes.

"Listen—” Bishop began. Suddenly, the door burst open and a blonde woman strode in. “Bishop, Granski—why is that woman still in handcuffs?"

The detectives turned around as one. “Well, if it isn't our illustrious ADA,” Granski said. “Why shouldn't she be in handcuffs?"

"Because that's not the way the state treats its star witness,” she said. She came closer, extending a hand that she placed on El's right shoulder. “Please take them off so we can have a proper chat."

Granski goggled. “Star witness? We have a complaining witness already! And we have a half-dozen charges against her!"

"That's how you see it. I see her as a victim."

Granski opened his mouth and closed it again, then shrugged and shook his head. He slumped back against the wall. Bishop removed the cuffs. “There, that's better,” the blonde woman said as El rubbed her wrists, then wiped her nose with the back of a hand.

The blonde pulled a tissue out of her purse and handed it over. “Try this.” She waited while El got herself in better shape, then she said, “I'm Diane Franklin, the assistant district attorney for the county. I would like to talk to you about the ordeal you've been in for the last couple of years."

El stared at her. The “ordeal” she described was of her own choosing—if she revealed anything, this woman could put her away for embezzlement. She shook her head. “I want to talk to Mr. Sawyer."

"That's what she's been saying to us,” Bishop put in. “It's like he's got some sort of hold over her."

"He does.” She looked at the detectives. “Would you mind if I spoke to her alone?"

Granski shrugged again and the two detectives left.

Franklin sat down across the table from El. She put her hands over El's. “I know how this all started. We already have one witness. I know that you've been trapped into doing all sorts of things against your will. I've been authorized to give you immunity from prosecution for any embezzlement you may have done in exchange for your testimony against Jack Sawyer."

"It's a good deal, I'd take it,” her attorney told her. Betty Montrose was a public defender who specialized in sex cases and she had jumped all over this one with both feet. They were meeting in a small room just down the hall from ADA Franklin's office in the county courthouse.

When Jack Sawyer's lawyer had heard that the DA was offering El a deal, he tried to get the court to authorize his firm to handle her defense as well, an effort that was quickly shot down as a blatant conflict of interest. Because El had no money of her own until the complex finances set up by Jack could be straightened out, El's case had fallen to the public defender's office. Montrose saw it as an opportunity not only for her career, but for the cause of women everywhere.

She was a tall, broad-shouldered woman with dark, unkempt hair who took no crap from anyone. Her looks and manner had gotten her the nickname “Moose,” which she pretended to dislike but had been secretly flattered. If you got in her way, the story went, she'd trample all over you. She knew for a fact that Diane Franklin had nearly busted a gasket when she heard Moose had the case.

"You've been brutally exploited and any crimes you may have committed before are being waived, provided you testify against Jack Sawyer,” Montrose continued. “That means, the embezzlement never happened, as far as the DA is concerned. They consider the crimes Jack committed are far worse than the ones you allegedly did."

El couldn't believe her ears. The embezzlement never happened? She was confused. “How could that be? I only got into this because what I did was so wrong. I knew it, he knew it—he had me trapped."

"Right. He did. He should've called the police. Making you do...” she wrinkled her nose, “...certain sexual things in exchange for your alleged debt was wrong. Now he's in deep shit and you're going to come out OK."

"What will happen to me?"

"You mean, after you testify?” Moose shrugged. “I don't know.” She withheld a grimace when she thought of the circus El's life could become once she was free: Talk show offers, jokes, book deals—maybe a movie might even be made about her life. “I'm not sure you could work in your former profession—uh, I mean, CFO, not, you know, sex slave.” She added quickly when she saw El's confused expression.

"Oh, that.” El nodded. She knew she had once been an accountant, but she didn't feel she could go back to that now. All she wanted to do was experience orgasms and do what Mr. Sawyer told her to do. It made her life simple.

Betty leaned down and lifted El's chin up. “I'd like to know, between lawyer and client—meaning this will go no further—what you'd like to do, after this is over."

"I don't know.” She couldn't think that far ahead. Her mind remained focused on what she was supposed to do in court. Testify against Mr. Sawyer, she had said. What did that mean, exactly? Would Mr. Sawyer go to jail?

"Ms. Montrose?"

"Call me Betty, dear."

"What am I supposed to say, in court?"

"You just tell the truth, that's all. Tell the court what happened and what Jack made you do."

"You mean, I'm supposed to tell about the embezzlement? It was a lot of money.” She felt deep shame about it.

"Yes. That will explain why you agreed to become Jack's sex slave in the beginning. That was illegal coercion in itself. But later, when he showed you that you'd paid off your debt, plus interest, that's when the jury will really sympathize with your predicament. I doubt they'll sympathize with Jack."

"But I don't want to hurt him!"

"After all he's done to you, you still want to protect him?"

"He's been good to me.” She shifted her legs, feeling the gold ring rub against her pussy underneath her suit. She wished she could stand up and walk around, to let the ring do its magic on her clit.

"I think you'll find you're mistaken,” Betty said. She looked at her watch. “Look, Franklin is waiting for us. Can I tell her you'll accept the deal? As your lawyer, I urge you to do it."

El didn't know what to do. She didn't want to hurt Jack, but the chance to escape punishment for the theft seemed too good to be true. She also didn't want to make her lawyer angry—the woman so wanted her to take the deal. She grimaced. “Okay."

"Good! Let's go tell her.” She rose and El followed her out. Betty rapped on the window set in the door to the ADA's office and it opened at once.

Diane Franklin was seated behind her desk, but rose immediately when the two walked in. They swept past a young, dark, sharply dressed man that Betty knew to be Franklin's latest up-and-comer, Brian Something.

Diane said nothing, merely waved them to a small conference table. Brian Something—Cicetti, Moose remembered suddenly—stood by the wall as the rest sat.

"Well, what can I tell the DA?” Diane began.

"Providing that nothing Ellen Sanchez says in court will be used against her in any past alleged crimes, we'll take the deal."

Diane nodded and turned to El. “So you agree to testify without reservations?"

El looked at Betty, who nodded. “Okay,” she said in a small voice. She wished Mr. Sawyer were here.

"Good!” Diane said, nodding. “All charges will be dropped, once you show up to testify. Meanwhile, you'll be released on your own recognizance pending Sawyer's trial."

"How long will that be, do you think?” Betty asked.

"I'd say two months."

"Will he be released on bail?"

"I'm not sure. We're recommending no bail, but the judge might see it differently."

"If he gets out, my client could be in danger."

"You really think so?” Diane raised an eyebrow.

"Better safe than sorry."

"No,” El said at once. “He would never hurt me."

Betty turned to her. “How can you be sure, after what he's already done?"

"He hasn't hurt me. He's taken care of me."

Diane pursed her lips. She turned to Betty. “I can offer her some protection. We could put her up in a hotel, with a policewoman."

Betty nodded. “That will work for us. As you know, Ellen lived at the plant, or at Jack's house, so it's not like she has some place else to go."

She rose to leave, but Diane held up a hand. “I'd also like to have Ellen examined by a psychiatrist. We'd like to know what kind of witness we've got."

Betty nodded. “Very well. Who do you want to use?"

"We've had success with Gerald Butler. You know him?"

"Yes, I've heard of him. You set up the appointment and I'll have El there."

Jack listened intently as his lawyer, Sam Keppel, outlined their strategy. They were sitting in a private room, just down the courtroom where Jack's preliminary hearing was about to begin. It was two days after his very public arrest. Jack had been kept in the county jail and he was anxious to get out.

"Besides Gloria, they've got Ellen as a primary witness, so no doubt they're going to lay it on thick about how you abused her. So we're going to counter with the egregious theft that you so kindly did not report to the authorities. The statute of limitations is still open on that charge, you know. I suggest—"

"No. I'm not going to file charges at this late date. Besides, she's paid off her debt to me.” He paused, trying to organize his thoughts. “But I also think you might misjudge El. I don't think she'll sink me. To tell you the truth, I think she liked being ... uh, with me."

Keppel, a short man with a round, red face, stared in disbelief. “How can you say that? They've given her immunity! The DA is expecting her to sing like a canary."

"Oh, she'll tell the truth, all right, but I don't think she'll lay it on thick. Because, you see, I think I understood her."

"Yeah? What's that supposed to mean?"

"That she likes it. She likes being under control—as long as she's protected, you understand. I never pushed her too far or had her do things that were abhorrent. I just led her where she wanted to go."

"You led her where she wanted to go? Don't you mean where you wanted her to go?"

Jack grinned. “Well, sure, it was a dream come true for me—and my workers and clients. But El fell into it so readily, it was like there was another woman in there, waiting to get out. I just found the right key."

"The embezzlement."

"Yeah. Once she felt trapped—prison or sex, she chose sex so willingly that I think she found her true self in it. That's why she didn't want to leave once she'd paid me back."

"I'm not sure how we can use this in court."

"Just make sure we have lots of men on the jury, OK?"

A knock came at the door. A bailiff stuck his head in. “They're ready for you."

Jack followed his lawyer out of the room and immediately was bathed in the bright lights of cameras. Flashes went off in his face as he stared at the floor, trying to see where Sam was going. Questions flew at him, which he ignored. They were no different then the ones they'd asked before, except one, which caught him off guard.

"What's it like to have a sex slave?"

Jack stopped and stared at the man who had asked the question. He could sense envy in the man's voice and wondered if that feeling might extend to the jury. He could only hope so. Sam tugged at his sleeve, so he turned and walked quickly into the courtroom.

They sat at the left side table and Jack stole a glance at Diane Franklin and her second chair, Brian Cicetti. She was an attractive woman, but right now her face was set like stone, eyes dark and flashing her disgust at the CEO. She was really going to enjoy this, he knew.

"All rise."

He stood with Sam and watched the judge enter and take his seat. Judge Roy Liming was an old, heavy-set black man with white curly hair set close to his scalp. He'd been on the bench for twenty-three years and probably had seen just about every crime that could be committed. His wire-rimmed glasses surrounded world-weary eyes and every one of his decisions seemed to weigh in the deep lines of his face.

"You may be seated,” the bailiff said.

The judge nodded to the clerk, who read from a document in front of her. “The People vs. Jack Sawyer. Compelling prostitution, theft of services, sexual imposition and sexual assault."

"How do you plead?” The judge asked by rote.

"Not guilty, your honor,” Jack said quickly.

Diane was on her feet at once. “Your honor, we have a particularly heinous crime of sexual slavery here and we'd like to have the defendant remanded without bail."

Sam jumped up. “Your honor! My client has been an upstanding member of this community and an employer of more than one hundred workers for many years. This is his first brush with the law—"

"And what a doosey it is, counselor.” The judge scanned the document before him.

"Your honor!"

Judge Liming held up a hand. “Not to worry, counselor.” He turned to Diane. “Now, why are the People asking for no bail in this case?"

"We feel the state's witnesses could be in danger if the defendant is allowed to roam freely, your honor—"

"That's completely unnecessary! My client has no ill will toward any witness. In fact, I've heard that one of their witnesses is reluctant to even testify."

Diane seemed beside herself. “Your honor, we've had to put the witness under protection at a safe location at considerable expense. We feel that—"

"You don't feel a restraining order will be sufficient?"

"No, your honor. This man faces prison if he's found guilty. We feel he's capable of anything if he's allowed out pending trial."

"Your honor! Let's not impugn the defendant! He will obey the court's order."

The judge turned to Sam. “If I issue a restraining order, will you make sure your client honors it?"

"Of course, your honor! Mr. Sawyer has no intention—"

"Got it, counselor.” He faced Diane. “Ms. Franklin, considering the charges, the state really has no basis for denying bail.” He raised his gavel before she could speak. “The defendant will come no closer than one-thousand yards from any witnesses the DA names or face immediate arrest and forfeiture of bail. Bail is set at two-hundred-fifty thousand dollars.” The gavel slammed down.

El was escorted to the hotel by her lawyer and the young ADA, Cicetti. He told them that a policewoman would be meeting them there.

"Here we are,” he said, arriving at Suite 266. “She'll be safe here.” He unlocked the door and waved the two women inside.

El looked around at the room and thought it was not unlike her apartment. She frowned, realizing that she may never see her apartment again. They were standing in a two-room suite. The main room consisted of a couch, desk, TV, and a small kitchen area, separated by a door that led into a bedroom with a queen-sized bed. A small bath with shower lay behind another door near the closet.

"What do you think?"

"It will be fine,” Betty answered for both of them. She put her purse and briefcase down on the desk and walked around, taking in the place. El followed her like a puppy. She felt lost without someone telling her what to do.

"We selected a room with a kitchen so you wouldn't have to eat out or have food brought up all the time,” Cicetti said. “If you don't want to cook—"

"It will be fine,” Betty said dismissively.

Cicetti got the hint. He looked at his watch. “The policewoman should be here any minute. You want me to wait with you?"

"That won't be necessary. I'll stay and get things squared away."

He nodded and left the two women alone. Betty locked and chained the door, then took Ellen by the hand and led her to the couch. “I need to talk to you about something Ellen. It's important."

El looked up, fear in her eyes. “Yes?"

"It's about the jewelry and the tattoo. I'd like to have them removed before the trial. Is that all right with you?"

"But why?"

Betty sighed. “Because those are all things Jack did to you against your will. They will need them as part of the prosecution exhibits."

"I like them,” El said simply. She wanted to reach underneath and flip her heavy gold ring against her clit, but knew her attorney wouldn't like it. She hadn't had an orgasm in such a long time!

"I know you do. You can keep them for now, if you really want to. But I'll want to take you to a shop to have them removed soon. And,” Betty grimaced. “I'm going to want to have some pictures taken of your tattoo. I'll make sure the photographer is careful not to show your, um, private parts. Okay?"

El nodded, wishing this ordeal was all over with so she could go back to her job at the plant. She wondered if Mr. Sawyer would be mad at her.

A knock sounded at the door. “That will be your policewoman,” Betty said, moving toward the entry. “You wait here."

Betty checked through the peephole, then unlocked and unchained the door. A young policewoman with dark hair tied up in a bun under her cap stood there. “Hi. I'm Officer Reynolds. I've been sent—"

"We know. Come in."

The officer looked around, checking out the suite, making sure everything was secure. She went into the bedroom and checked out the bathroom before joining the two women in the outer room. Ignoring the lawyer, she sat down next to Ellen and put a hand on her forearm.

"Hi, I'm Officer Tami Reynolds. I'll be keeping an eye on you for a few weeks."

El smiled at her. She liked the woman immediately and she couldn't quite explain why. Perhaps it was her petite shape or her kindness toward her. “Okay,” she said. She eyed the gun in its shiny black holster.

Moose stood up abruptly. “Well, I've got to get back. I have other clients I need to attend to. You'll be all right here, Ellen. I'll see you in the morning."

She left and El noted that Officer Reynolds securely locked the door behind her. They were alone. She waited to be told what to do.

"Well, are you hungry? Thirsty? We can have some supplies sent up."

El shook her head. Tears came to her eyes.

"What's wrong?” Tami came close and sat, her thigh touching El's.

"I'm scared. I don't want any of this. I just want to go home."

Tami put her arm around Ellen's shoulders and said, “It's all right. You'll be safe here—"

"Everybody says that!” El said with surprising heat. “Mr. Sawyer would never hurt me. He loves me, in his own way."

"Well, I don't know about that and it doesn't matter. I'm just here to make sure you testify at trial. If you're not in danger, that's great. We'll just talk and watch TV and have a nice time while we wait. Okay?"

El shrugged. She didn't want to say what was really on her mind. She just wanted to feel loved again, like she had with Mr. Sawyer.

Tami, now dressed in civilian clothes, escorted Ellen to Dr. Butler's office and sat with her while they waited. It had been five days since El had been moved into the hotel and they were slowly becoming better friends.

"Don't worry, I hear Dr. Butler is a good guy. He'll treat you right,” the policewoman told her. She smiled and patted El's hand.

El nodded nervously and whispered low, so the receptionist couldn't hear: “What if he thinks I'm crazy—will that affect what happens to me?"

"He won't! That's silly talk. Just talk to him and don't worry."

The receptionist looked up. “The doctor will see you now."

El stood. Tami squeezed her hand and nodded her encouragement. “I'll be right here when you come back out."

She went in through the oak door that the receptionist indicated and found herself in a large, comfortable room containing a couch and an upholstered chair positioned near two walls full of books. On the other side of the room was a large desk. Behind the desk, a man sat writing something in a journal. He was dressed in a very expensive suit and had on a red power tie. His hair was almost completely gray, although he didn't appear to be older than his mid-fifties. He looked up, then stood.

"Hi. I'm Dr. Butler, Ms. Sanchez. Please have a seat and make yourself comfortable."

El went to the upholstered chair and sat. She squirmed uncomfortably as Tami had insisted she wear underwear. It had been so long since she'd worn them, they chaffed at her every move.

The doctor walked over to her. She could feel his power as he loomed over her. “Would you feel more comfortable on the couch? It's entirely up to you."

El felt she'd violated some patient-doctor protocol and immediately got up and reseated herself on the couch, her legs held tightly together.

The doctor took the chair. “I can see you're nervous. Please don't be. This is going to be painless, I can assure you."

El just nodded nervously and tried to smile. It came out cracked.

Butler looked at a clipboard and read some information there. He nodded to himself and smiled at El. “It says here, you're to be a witness in a trial coming up soon. How do you feel about that?"

"Terrified and worried."

"Why?"

"My boss is on trial. Mr. Sawyer has been good to me and I hate it that something I say might send him to prison."

"What might you say?"

El looked at him sharply and said nothing.

"Don't worry, Ellen. May I call you Ellen?” When she nodded, he continued. “I work for the DA in this case. So we're on the same side. However, due to doctor-patient privilege, I cannot and will not divulge any deep secrets you might tell me. I would only tell the prosecutors broad strokes about your personality, your state of mind and your possible reaction to being on the witness stand."

El nodded and asked, “But what about ... the embezzlement? They tell me it won't matter, but I'm so ashamed about it. How can I get up in front of all those people and admit that I stole all that money?"

"It will be hard, I'm sure. But it's the truth, isn't it? That's all they can ask of you, the truth. Once you tell it, your part is over. You can begin to put this behind you."

"But what will I do? I'm no good at doing anything right now.” Anything but sex, she thought to herself. I've become very good at that.

"I'm sure opportunities will come forward. You just can't see them yet."

El shook her head. Unconsciously, she tugged at her clothes. The doctor observed her actions.

"Ellen?"

"Yes, doctor?"

"Are you uncomfortable?"

"Well, yes.” She hitched her shoulders and looked embarrassed.

"Why? Am I making you uncomfortable?"

"Oh, no, Dr. Butler. I'm, um, well..."

"It's your clothes, isn't it?"

El seemed relieved that he said it, not her. “Yes. Frankly, I'm not used to wearing so many now."

"Really? Tell me about that."

"Mr. Sawyer always had me, um, undress whenever I came into his office. After a while, I got used to being, er, free."

"It's all right, Ellen. You can use the words."

"Naked. That's what I meant to say. He liked me naked.” She stared at her knees, afraid to look up.

"And now, after two years of getting used to being naked, you feel uncomfortable in clothes, is that right?"

"Yes, sir. Especially underwear. I really don't like them any more."

"Why do you wear them now?"

"Ms. Franklin says I have to. She said I have to ‘act right.’ I'm not sure why I have to. But I do it because the policewoman watching me makes me."

Dr. Butler licked his lips. “Well, I'd like you to think of this office as an oasis, Ellen. A refuge from all the confusion out there, all the people telling you what to do. I'm trying to help you and learn more about you so that I can give you good advice. Do you understand what I'm saying?"

"Not really."

"I mean that inside this office, no one will know what goes on. Whether or not you wear underwear or even any clothes at all. That remains between you and me."

"Really?” El wanted to ditch her confining bra and pantyhose.

"Really. In fact, if you'd like to get more comfortable right now, I would encourage you to do so. Here, I'll turn my head."

El thought he was being so very polite about it. It didn't bother her to have men look at her. They've been looking at her naked body for months now. “I, um, don't mind if you look, doctor. It's okay."

So he looked while El unbuttoned her blouse and shrugged it off. She quickly unclasped her bra and let it drop to the floor, then massaged her breasts briefly to get some of the wrinkles out. She smiled at the doctor when she saw him staring at her, a slight tug at the corner of his mouth. Her nipples felt empty without her rings. Her attorney had had all her jewelry removed yesterday.

El put the blouse back on, but left the buttons unbuttoned as she stood. She turned sideways, feeling just a little self-conscious now. She wondered if the doctor was getting an erection and would that affect the quality of their session?

She pulled up her skirt and tugged her tight pantyhose down to her thighs, then sat back down and worked the material down each leg until she was finally freed of it. She knew the doctor could catch glimpses of her bare pussy and didn't care. For reasons she couldn't explain, it made her feel proud. She wished she still had her heavy gold ring above her clit. She wanted to feel that sensation of being on the edge all the time.

"Aaahhh, that feels good,” she said, allowing her legs to splay apart, still covered by her skirt. Her breasts played peek-a-boo with the doctor's probing eyes.

"I'm glad,” he said softly. “Now, let's continue.” He acted like nothing was any different, but El could see his eyes had a gleam to them now. It made her feel proud that she could arouse this staid and professional man. She decided not to rebutton her blouse.

"Tell me how it made you feel, to do whatever Jack Sawyer told you to do."

"Hmm, it made me feel used and embarrassed, at first. But I had to do it. It was preferable to jail."

"And later?"

"Later, it became ... well, exciting in one way and routine in another. It was my job, after all. My new job, I mean. I guess I got used to it.” She started to say something else, then stopped.

"What else?” He probed.

"I don't know, Dr. Butler. I'm not sure I can explain it."

"It would be helpful if you could try."

Ellen suddenly felt shy and she pulled her blouse together over her breasts. “It's hard, doctor. I only just met you.” It wasn't the nudity that she worried about—it was revealing her reasons for becoming a slut. She had never really had to talk about them before. She only had to act.

"That's true. Trust is earned, I know. But look, you've already felt some rapport with me—otherwise, you wouldn't have felt comfortable enough to remove your undergarments, right?"

"I guess that's true."

"I certainly don't want to rush you. The county has authorized a few sessions with me, so if you need more time..."

"No,” she said, making up her mind. “I need to say this, despite my reservations. I need to know if I'm, well, crazy."

Dr. Butler leaned back, nodding, saying nothing. He waited for Ellen to continue. The silence stretched on until Ellen couldn't stand it anymore.

"All right.” She took a deep breath. “The reason I didn't object more was ... I liked it. Not all of it, you understand. But something in me was satisfied by being told what to do, when to do it. Not having to make any decisions. By using my body like I was this sexual goddess...” She blushed and looked down. “You must think I'm sick, huh?"

"No, not at all,” the doctor said smoothly. “This is not uncommon among women. They are professional and confident on the outside, but on the inside, they are indecisive, afraid and searching for direction. You are not alone, young lady."

His words made her feel better and she breathed a sigh of relief. “Really? There are others like me?"

"Of course. Now, you have to protect yourself, you know. You can't give up all control or else you might get into some serious trouble."

"That's what was good about Mr. Sawyer. He protected me. He made sure that no one, um, had me unless he said it was okay."

"Had you? Do you mean, have intercourse with you?"

"Yes.” She was embarrassed to admit it. Where had that come from?

"Did you protect yourself? Wear condoms?"

She frowned. “Mr. Sawyer always said I could, if I wanted to. I started to, at first, but after a while...” She shrugged.

"Didn't you worry about diseases?"

"I should've, I suppose. It just got to be so much trouble. I just trusted Mr. Sawyer."

The doctor seemed nonplussed. He leaned back and templed his fingers, tapping the pads together as he thought. His face remained impassive. He leaned forward again, his hands on his knees.

"Would you be willing to tell me about some of your experiences? It might help to understand your mental state."

"Um.” She wondered where to begin.

The doctor sensed her discomfort. “How about this: Tell me about a typical day."

That was easier, she admitted. “Well, I wake up about seven and have a cup of coffee."

"This is in your apartment at the factory?"

"Yes. I shower and put on my robe and wait for my escort."

"Why do you need an escort?"

"Because it would take me too long to get to my office. Men, um, they stop me and ask me to do things."

"Such as?"

El looked at her shoes. “Like show my p-pussy or breasts to them. They would touch me."

Dr. Butler nodded. “Okay, so you get to your office. Then what?"

"I call on the intercom to let Jack know I'm there, then I wait."

"Wait for an assignment?"

"Yes. He tells me what I'm supposed to do."

"And what do you do, for example?"

"Well, last week, one of the workers passed a production quota, so I was given to him for an hour."

"And you had intercourse?"

"Yes...” She paused.

"And what else?"

She looked up. “Do I have to say?"

"Why? Are you suddenly embarrassed?"

"Yes, I am. I shouldn't be, but I am."

"But you expressed no embarrassment while it was going on, did you?"

El had to think about that. “No, I guess I didn't. I didn't have to think about it. I just did it. Now, everybody's always asking me questions and Mr. Sawyer isn't around to help me. I feel a bit lost."

"It's perfectly understandable. You're changing, that's all. It's a good thing, I think."

"Really?"

"Yes. Now in this example, what else happened that you're embarrassed about?"

El stared at her shoes again. “He, um, spanked me ... and then he fucked me up the butt."

"And Jack said that was okay for him to do that?"

"Yes."

"Don't you see how abusive Jack was?"

El didn't want to tell the doctor that she enjoyed it. The spanking had merely warmed her up. Being fucked like that had made her feel owned, a sensation she experienced on a primal level.

"Jack would never let them hurt me."

"But you had to have sex with strangers. Tell me—would you have had intercourse with this man if Jack hadn't told you to?"

"Probably not. He controlled all of that."

"And you just went along."

"Yes.” El wasn't sure he would ever understand.

The doctor sighed again and sat back against his chair. He gazed at El for a long minute. Finally, he glanced at his watch.

"I'd like you to come back and see me again, OK? I think we have a lot more to talk about."

"Oh, is our time up?” She was disappointed—she had enjoyed slipping out of her confining underclothes and didn't relish the prospect of putting them back on again. Yet she knew Tami would spot the omission in a second if she didn't.

"We have a few more minutes. But I agree, you didn't get much time out of your tight underclothes. How about if you remove them sooner next time? Then you could have a whole hour free of them."

El flashed him a big grin. “Thank you, doctor."

They chatted for a few more minutes, then it was time for her to go. He watched as she struggled back into her underclothes and showed her to the door. “Have my secretary make another appointment for Thursday, all right?"

She nodded and left. Tami was sitting in the waiting room like a mother hen. She smiled at El, but there was concern in her eyes. El knew she wanted to ask her how it went, but dared not. It made her happy that she had at least some secrets from her bodyguard.

The headlines were brutal: “Sex Slave Boosted Sawyer Profits,” “Plant Really a Brothel?” “Sawyer Customers Say They're Shocked."

Jack put down the papers in disgust. “That's a good one—'Customers Shocked"—they weren't so shocked when they were getting their dicks wet.” He shook his head. “Shit. Maybe I was wrong. Maybe they are going to fry me."

"Oh, I don't know,” Sam replied. He had a cat-that-ate-the-canary look about him.

"Wait a minute. Just last week, you were worried and I was the calm one. You've certainly changed your tune. What do you know that I don't?"

"Nothing really. Just a feeling I'm getting about this case."

"Yeah? What kind of feeling?"

Sam looked at the ceiling and said. “Remember Sidney Biddle Barrows or Heidi Fleiss?"

"Yeah. So what? Didn't they serve some time?"

"Yes, but not much. The buzz surrounding those trials was one of amusement, not horror. They titillated the American consciousness. They got short sentences and they've gone on to success in other fields. In other words, America forgave them. And I see the same thing happening to you."

Jack was surprised, but pleased. “You really think so?"

Sam shrugged. “Like I say, it's just a feeling. We still have to put on a strong defense. But I'm more hopeful today than I was before."

"That's always good for a defendant to hear his lawyer say,” he said dryly.

Sam laughed, then grew serious. “OK, you know we're going to play up the embezzlement big. I think that will help discredit Ellen and show that the sex was really her idea."

"I don't like that strategy.” He couldn't explain to his attorney how much he cared for El, even if they now were on opposite sides of the case. By all rights, he should be looking forward to making her look bad. Yet his anger about her embezzlement had long been replaced by ... something else. He wasn't sure what yet. All he knew was, he didn't look forward to what his attorney might do to her on the stand.

"It's our best way of keeping you out of prison!” Sam said. “That video tape you took that first day is going to be a big help."

"You got it back from the police yet?"

"Yes. It's really too bad they found it. That would've been a great exhibit to spring on them during the trial. But now they're going to be prepared for it."

"Yeah, but there's nothing we can do about it. The police really took just about everything—the cameras, my computer, El's computer—they even spent a day in El's apartment, taking photos and looking for dirt."

"Oh, they have plenty of that.” He paused. “Of course, Gloria will be a problem—we don't have anything with which to discredit her."

"I know. She's such a prude. I can't believe she turned on her own brother-in-law!"

Sam spoke sharply. “I hope you're not thinking of firing her?"

"No, not yet. I'm not stupid—I know how it would look. But I will, once I'm acquitted."

"How are things at the plant, anyway?"

"Not great. Five customers have cancelled their contracts and three of them El helped me win! The hypocrites. I guess they're just running for cover."

"Can't blame them. They're probably all afraid of their wives or customers themselves."

"Yeah.” Jack shook his head ruefully. “I guess I should've known I was pushing my luck. But it just seemed to be going so smoothly, I hated to put a stop to it."

Sam looked at his watch. “Well, I know you want to get back to the plant. I'm going to be doing a little research here to see if I can't find some surprises for Franklin."

"Right.” Jack stood. “I guess I'd better go face the gauntlet of reporters."

Jack left and drove back to work. He found he missed El already. He'd gotten used to having her around, waiting breathlessly for his every command. He knew he was just being a sexist pig, but boy, had it been fun while it lasted!

Tami sipped a cup of tea as she sat on the couch across from her charge, who was lounging in an upholstered chair reading a book. She couldn't help but stare—she found Ellen Sanchez fascinating. She'd never a met a woman who had so totally lost herself to sex. Her mind must really be messed up. Thank god the county authorized more sessions with the shrink—this girl needs it.

The first time she had seen Ellen naked—the woman was not shy about it—she'd been shocked by the jewelry she wore. Rings in her nipples and clit—and that tattoo! Outrageous! She'd heard that the poor girl had been made to wear a big “SLUT” pin in her belly button and some penis earrings as well. Thank god those had all been removed!

Tami wondered what it must've been like for Ellen to give up all control to others. To do whatever you are told. She knew Ellen loved Jack in her own way, so maybe that explained it. And from what she'd heard about the case, she suspected Jack wasn't quite the monster the prosecutor made him out to be. In her line of work, Tami had seen plenty of men who were abysmally cruel to women. Jack didn't seem to be that type. He was more of a manipulator. He took full advantage of the situation and had Ellen agreeing to everything. That was what confused Tami. How Ellen could still speak highly of Jack after all this. Maybe she just felt it was a fair deal—trade sex to atone for her embezzlement.

Tami had noticed right away how hard it was for Ellen to return to her normal life. She seemed to be happy doing Jack's bidding. Or anyone else's, for that matter. She had seen how Ellen responded to her lawyer—as if the Moose was just another dominant to be obeyed.

That was it, of course. Ellen was the prototypical submissive. She probably had repressed it when she was working her way up the corporate ladder, but when everything came crashing down around her, she reverted to her true nature. And Jack, being a natural dominant, was there to take control. Control she willingly gave up. To outsiders, it may appear that Ellen Sanchez had been woefully mistreated, but to her, this treatment was just what she subconsciously craved.

Tami felt a tingle in her loins as she recalled her own brush with the dominant/submissive lifestyle. She'd been a college freshman, away from home for the first time and open to new ideas. Her roommate, Linda, had been a natural dominant—and a lesbian. She wasn't a dyke, with big arms and a butch haircut—she had actually been attractive and slender, though taller than Tami. She wore her brown hair in a bun or a ponytail much of the time and she liked to wear jeans and tee-shirts. They'd become friends and although Linda didn't come on to her, Tami had allowed some of those thoughts to cross her mind. They had even talked about it a few times. Tami had been curious how Linda “became” gay, and Linda had to straighten her out that most are just born that way.

"Although a lot of people are bi,” Linda had said, her eyes on Tami. She felt a quiver in her stomach and wondered if she might be offering to experiment. At the time, Tami wasn't sure how she felt about it, but she had been curious.

Linda was the first person to describe dominant and submissive behaviors to Tami. She had been quite naïve in those days. Linda had explained that just like some people are born gay, others are born to be submissive or dominant. They can repress the feelings, but they never go away. Tami wasn't sure which she was at the time. Linda helped her figure it out.

She took another sip of her tea, now growing lukewarm, and recalled how it had started. Linda had brought a girl back to the dorm room, thinking Tami was on a date at a basketball game.

"Oh, sorry,” Linda had said when she saw Tami on her bed, reading. “I thought you were out."

Tami looked past her to see a small, shy Asian girl, with shaggy dark hair. “Rick showed up drunk, so I told him to take a hike.” She suspected her presence was interrupting something. “Uh, I can leave, if you want me to."

Linda started to speak, then stopped. “No, that's okay. It's your room too.” She turned to the girl, who she learned was also a freshman, although she looked younger. “Kim, this is Tami. Tami, Kim. Kim's in my sociology class."

They exchanged hellos. Tami noticed Kim seemed very shy and deferred to Linda. She wondered if her roommate had found a natural submissive. Tami felt awkward, being there, but had been burning with curiosity as to how Linda might handle things.

Linda wasted no time. “Kim, I need a shoulder rub. Come here.” The order had been given softly, but with an edge to her voice. Kim jumped to obey, only pausing to look in Tami's direction.

"Don't mind her."

That voice! It had changed somehow. It made you want to obey her, Tami noticed. Had Linda told her to help, she probably would have. For the first time, Tami marveled at the power of the dominant.

Kim rubbed Linda's shoulders for a while on her bed. Tami turned back to her book and pretended to read, but she kept her ears open. If she turned her head slightly, she could still see them out of the corner of her eye.

"My shirt's in the way, please remove it,” Linda said.

Tami glanced up and saw Kim pulling Linda's top off without hesitation. She resumed rubbing her roommate's shoulders. Tami returned her attention to her book.

"My bra is killing me; you can take that off too."

Tami couldn't help but look up as Kim unhooked Linda's bra and eased it off of her arms. Kim noticed Tami was watching her and bit her lip, but she didn't stop what she was doing. Tami, knowing that Linda had told Kim not to mind her roommate, dropped all pretense of reading and continued to watch the two women.

Kim massaged Linda's bare back and shoulders, but didn't touch her breasts, Tami noticed. It all seemed rather innocent, except that her roommate wasn't wearing her top. Why didn't she lie down and cover herself? Tami suspected this was all for her benefit, although she couldn't understand why. She had seen Linda naked many times since they had started living together, but it had always been inadvertent, such as when she was changing her clothes. This seemed rather blatant, so Tami suspected Linda wanted her to observe what was going on between her and Kim.

"I like it when you rub your nipples on my back,” Linda suddenly announced and Kim's hands stopped moving. Her eyes moved over toward Tami and she seemed frozen, caught between her embarrassment and her urge to obey her dominant partner.

After two long seconds, Linda turned toward Tami and said, “Well?” over her shoulder. The edge to her voice broke the spell. Kim unbuttoned her blouse and slipped it from her shoulders. She wasn't wearing a bra and her breasts were rather small. A pink blush crept from her chest to her cheeks and Kim refused to look at Tami. Linda caught Tami's eye and winked at her, as if to say, “Watch this."

Kim moved closer and began to rub her nipples against Linda's back. There was absolutely no benefit in this to the backrub—that much was clear. It was simply a way for Linda to exert her power over the smaller, submissive girl. Although Kim was embarrassed and half-dressed, she couldn't help but obey.

Tami found it incredibly erotic. At the time, she hadn't decided if she was dominant or submissive, but there was no question that the sight before her was having a powerful effect on her. Her nipples hardened into points against her bra and her arousal made her panties wet. Tami felt her clit harden and thrust against her clothes and she had a sudden urge to strip that she resisted—for now.

Kim kept rubbing, her eyes focused on Linda. Her expression was one of helplessness, as if she couldn't stop what she was doing. Tami almost felt sorry for her. Almost. In addition to her embarrassment, Tami could tell that the girl was as turned on as she was. Her mouth hung open and her nipples were hard peaks at Linda's back.

She likes to be ordered about!

The knowledge hit Tami suddenly, almost causing her to gasp aloud. So this was what a submissive was. I guess that means I'm not, she told herself. She doubted she would strip down and do Linda's bidding. Yet, if that's so, why am I so turned on?

"Come around front and rub your nipples on mine,” Linda ordered.

Kim caught Tami's eye and hesitated for just a second before moving into position. Tami never let her gaze waver. It seemed to embarrass and arouse them both. She imagined herself sitting there, ordering Kim around and found her own arousal increased. I must be a dominant, she mused.

As Kim rubbed her breasts up against Linda's larger ones, the roommate held the smaller girl by her upper arms, guiding her. Kim tried not to look at Tami now, concentrating on making Linda happy.

Tami couldn't help herself. Her hand crept down to her shorts and she pressed hard against her mound. She thought it might alleviate some of the pressure she felt, but it only made it worse. She began to rub herself, her eyes on the pair before her. Linda looked over and caught her red-handed and Tami pulled her hand away, embarrassed. Linda just smiled and gave a half-nod, as if to say, “It's all right."

Tami couldn't believe that she was falling under Linda's spell. Somehow, it helped that she had been given permission. Emboldened, she allowed her fingers to return and tease her clit.

"I can smell your arousal,” Linda told Kim, who dropped her head to Linda's shoulder, afraid to catch Tami's eyes. “Don't be embarrassed, my pet. I'm aroused too. You're doing such a good job."

The girl's head came up and Tami saw a glimmer of pride on her face.

"Remove your shorts and let me see you.” The words froze Kim again.

Oh, this was too much! Surely the girl would refuse and leave! Tami waited for Kim to grow angry. She couldn't tear herself away from the scene and felt Kim's eyes lock onto hers.

"Don't mind her, Kim.” There was that edge again. It was a warning: Don't cross me.

Kim scooted to the edge of the bed and quickly yanked her shorts off, dropping them into an untidy pile on the floor. Tami was not surprised to see she wasn't wearing panties either—did Linda order her to walk around that way? Her slit was nearly hairless, with just a tiny line of hair right above her clit.

As soon as she was naked, Kim immediately climbed back into position, which allowed her to use her left thigh to hide her nudity. She resumed rubbing her nipples against Linda's, only now there seemed to be a sense of urgency about it.

"Did you fold your clothes?” Kim stopped moving again and held tight to Linda's arms. Her face looked up and beseeched the stronger girl. Linda said nothing else, just stared back at her until Kim's eyes lowered in defeat. She climbed out of bed, this time making no effort to hide herself from Tami's gaze. She picked up her shorts and neatly folded them, then placed them on the dresser. She returned to grab her top and folded it on top. Kim even took Linda's top and put it neatly away. When she turned, Tami could see her smooth round ass cheeks and found her own hand had begun to rub herself harder.

Then Linda said something that shocked Tami. “Kim, why don't you go over and help Tami remove her shorts? They seem to be in the way."

Tami's hand jerked away and she almost told Linda to stop it, this was too much. She was torn between wanting to leave the room and wanting to see if Kim would obey this outrageous request. Her mouth was half-open, ready to protest, but she held her tongue. Her curiosity overcame her displeasure.

Kim too had frozen in place, staring at Linda as if to ask, “Must I?” Linda's steely gaze gave her no option. Like a robot, she came toward Tami, her nakedness on full display. Tami could see the wetness around her pussy and her hardened nipples. Kim was as turned on as Tami was.

Tami said nothing as Kim knelt by the bed. Her hands grasped the sides of her shorts and the girl caught Tami's attention as if to ask permission for what she was about to do. Tami nodded very slightly, once, and Kim proceeded to pull down her shorts, leaving the young woman in her panties.

When Kim's hands returned to remove those, Tami came out of her spell and grabbed both of Kim's hands in hers. “Wait a minute,” she said, looking up at Linda. “What about you?"

"Me? I'm already half-naked,” she said, her large breasts proudly on display. “You're still wearing your top.” She paused, then smiled. “You want me to remove my shorts too? Would that make you feel better?"

Tami wasn't sure how to answer that. She didn't know if she wanted everyone to get naked. What might happen?

"I guess I just feel, um, like I'm an observer, not a participant,” she finally said. Therefore, I shouldn't be involved in your games, she almost added.

"If you're here, you're a participant,” Linda replied, using that firm voice that made Tami want to obey. The choice was clear. Leave, as you had offered to earlier, or stay and let what happens happen.

Tami said nothing, but removed her hands and lifted her ass, allowing Tami to slide her panties down her legs. She clutched the hem of her tee-shirt and tried to pull it down to cover her nakedness. Linda laughed.

"Kim, I think my roommate is shy. Come here and help me with my shorts—maybe we can make her feel less self-conscious."

Kim returned to her mistress and helped her remove her shorts and panties. Now that the girls were both naked, all pretenses were gone. Linda stretched out on the bed on her back and ordered Kim to lie on her. Linda kept her eyes on Tami as the Asian did as she was told.

"Go ahead and frig yourself—you know you want to,” Linda said.

It was true, but all of her upbringing prevented her from moving. She sat and watched the scene before her. Linda finally smiled and turned her attention back to Kim, who was still clearly embarrassed. She made little mewing noises in her throat and averted her eyes from Tami.

"Oh, hush, my pet. If I don't care that Tami's watching, neither should you."

And that was that. Kim settled down and allowed Linda to kiss her lips. Linda's hands roamed over her slender body and Kim didn't object when they stroked her ass or dove in between her legs.

Tami couldn't help herself now. Her fingers returned to her pussy and found she was sopping wet. She moved up to the bud of her clit and swirled the juices around, sending shock waves up into her stomach. Her eyes were recording the events in front of her as her fingers were translating those images into raw sexual gratification.

Linda stopped stroking and brought her hands up to Kim's shoulders. She pushed the girl down and Tami knew what she wanted. Kim tried to resist and Linda moved her hand down and slapped her hard on the ass. There were no more protests from Kim. She eased down and began licking and sucking on Linda's nipples.

Tami's mouth was half-open and her fingers were busy as she watched, fascinated. She could feel an orgasm approaching but wanted to make it last, so she slowed her movements.

Linda apparently had enough of Kim's attentions to her breasts, so she pushed her down again. Kim glanced over at Tami before she resigned herself to the inevitable. She slid down to between Linda's legs and started licking the nectar there.

It was too much for Tami. Her fingers became a blur and with a sudden intake of breath, she came hard, shuddering with the power of it. Her mouth rounded into a silent “O” and tears came to her eyes. She tried to be quiet, but a small yelp of emotion escaped her. Her orgasm was far more powerful than any she had ever experienced before.

Linda looked over, her face a mask of bliss. She didn't speak, only smiled and winked as if they now shared a secret. Not just about Kim, but about the power of dominants and the needs of submissives.

As Tami looked across the room at Ellen, she believed she understood more about the woman's inner needs. They made her more accepting of Sawyer's outrageous demands. Had a woman like Linda been caught embezzling, there's no way Jack would've been able to convince her to become his sex slave. Ellen and Kim had a lot in common. Just as Linda controlled Kim, so did Jack control Ellen. And without his guidance and direction, Ellen feels lost, she realized.

There's a power vacuum in her life. That's why she seems so lost. She's just waiting for the next dominant to come along. Tami wondered if she could become that dominant. Or if she should. The idea excited her, even as it scared her.

El came into Dr. Butler's inner office and closed the door firmly behind her.

"Hello, Ellen. Please come in and get comfortable.” The doctor rose from behind his desk and came around to greet his patient.

She smiled thinly. She knew what he meant. She'd been coming here for two weeks now and they had quickly established a pattern. El would come in, remove her clothes, and lie on the couch. At first, it had seemed like her idea, but lately, the doctor had begun to demand more of her. She was hardly in a position to refuse.

She unbuttoned her blouse and shrugged it off her shoulders. Her bra followed quickly. She felt better and tried to ignore Dr. Butler's eyes boring into her breasts. I should be used to this, she told herself. Her skirt followed and her panties were soon added to the small pile of clothes.

El rolled her shoulders and stretched to work out all the kinks her tight clothes had caused her. Tami, of course, made her wear the undergarments. El was perfectly comfortable walking around without them.

The doctor came over to the couch and sat down next to her. His fingers began to roam over her body. This had become part of the pattern too. El wasn't sure how this was supposed to help her overcome her “ordeal,” as everyone kept telling her, but it felt good, so she didn't complain.

It was rare for El to have a man take his time with her like this. Most men in the past two years just wanted to jump on and fuck her or order her to suck his cock. She had come to expect it. Jack had been one of the few who seemed to care whether she experienced pleasure and El thought that might explain why she still missed him, no matter what that prosecutor Franklin told her.

Dr. Butler's fingers stroked her breasts as he began asking questions about her childhood and her relationship with her mother and father. She tried to answer him as truthfully as she could, but her mind kept wandering. Her thoughts became clouded with her growing sexual desire.

"Did your father ever touch you like this?” he asked, his fingers tugging at her nipples.

"I ... I don't remember,” she gasped, feeling an electric connection between her nipples and her clit. But, of course, she did remember. The nights when he came to her room after her mother had fallen asleep. He had been gentle, loving. That had made all the difference. It had taken him months to work up to touching her pussy. By then she found she grew wet simply by being in his presence. She quivered whenever he patted her shoulder or touched her hair. When that magical night finally came, Ellen had been more than ready for him. It wasn't a rape, she told herself. It was a surrender.

"I see,” the doctor said smoothly, his hands now leaving her breasts to trickle down to her bare mons. His fingers danced over the Sawyer logo and El knew she was very wet, thinking of her father.

"Tell me about the first time you, um, submitted to someone? Was it a lover? A friend? A girlfriend, perhaps?"

"Submitted?” El tried hard to concentrate on his words. “You mean, like made love to?"

"No, not quite, although one can submit to someone's sexual advances. It's clear that you are a submissive personality type, El—may I call you El? It fits you so well."

El nodded, not wanting the doctor to stop what he was doing. Her pussy leaked, her clit stood up at attention and her nipples were so hard they ached. She tried to bring up a memory for him, for she feared he might stop if she couldn't think of anything to say. She didn't feel comfortable yet talking about her father, so she reached back to recall a time when she “submitted” to someone.

"Oh, yes!” she cried out suddenly, remembering an occasion at the same time that the doctor's fingers touched her G-spot. Wisely, Dr. Butler eased up on his fondling, lest she climax before she could talk.

"It was when I was nineteen,” she said, able to breathe more regularly now. “There was this boy, Roger..."

The doctor played with her, slowing down when her tale faltered and quickening when she was giving him details. Ellen learned right away to tell him everything.

"He was a jock, a demanding sort of young man. He asked me out and I was pleased, because being Latina, I didn't think he'd want to date me. He was a tall, blond, second-generation Swede, you see. Not that I think all white boys are prejudiced, you understand, but enough of them have been in my life that I didn't want to assume anything."

The doctor's fingers sped up, and Ellen took that as a sign that she should get to the point.

"Anyway, we went out and we had a good time. He was a gentleman. But he did things—like opening the car door, ordering my meal for me—that made me feel really special and cared for. I really liked it."

That's not all I like, she thought, as his left hand stroked her breasts while his right hand caressed her sex. “We went out again a couple of nights later and he, uh, ‘requested’ more of me. He wasn't demanding, but he was firm, you understand? He told me what to wear before he picked me up. He had me change my skirt into something shorter. I was happy to please him."

Ellen arched her back, on the verge of an orgasm. Dr. Butler immediately withdrew his hands. She hung there, desperate, but couldn't climb over the mountain without further stimulation. Her hand dropped down to her clit and the doctor grabbed it. She caught his eye and he merely shook his head.

"Please continue, El."

She nodded. She knew her orgasm depended on this story. She spoke more rapidly, trying to get it all out so she could climax. She desperately wanted his hands on her again. “So, uh, I found I really fit in to what Roger wanted in a woman. I guess I was submissive, but I didn't have a name for it at the time. To me, it was just sexy and, I don't know, I had this feeling of being protected somehow."

"When did you have sex with him?"

Ellen nodded, remembering. His fingers returned to just touch her. “It actually was on that second date. He kept pushing and I kept giving in. But I don't mean he was pushy or overbearing or anything like that. He just seemed to know that I was willing to go along, a little at a time, until I was doing things that I never expected I would."

"Such as?"

"Well, we went out to dinner again. Only in the parking lot, he told me to remove my panties and hand them to him. I was shocked! But he didn't say it in a mean way. His voice was light, almost teasing, yet it had a firmness to it. I'm probably not explaining it well. I just felt compelled to obey. It was like a game to me in a way."

His fingers parted her sopping wet labia and moved up and down, stopping just short of her clit. She tried to press her ass down farther into the couch to encourage him to touch her. She could come in an instant if he would only brush her clit. But he didn't and Ellen knew she had to continue her story.

"I was embarrassed, of course, but I did it anyway. I half-turned away from him as I reached under my skirt to pull them down and he didn't object. It was awkward, doing it in the car. When I finally got them off, he held his hand out and I put them in it. I was so embarrassed! I could see a big wet spot even in the dim parking lot. I looked away, afraid of what he might say. He said, ‘Look at me,’ and I did. He put the panties to his face and breathed deeply. He had big smile on his face. I smiled back and felt better. He wasn't repelled by my dirty panties."

"Dirty? You called them dirty. Why is that?"

"Uh, I don't know. I had leaked all over them, they seemed soiled to me."

"But that's just your natural lubricant. Do you feel dirty now?"

His fingers felt good. “No. Of course not. That was back when I was just a kid."

"Of course. Please continue."

"We went inside. I felt so exposed! My skirt only came halfway down my thighs and I felt like anyone could tell that I had no panties on."

"Did you feel ashamed?"

"No, not really. I was with Roger, so I felt he would protect me."

The doctor nodded thoughtfully. His fingers dug deeper into her pussy. She gasped and thought he would finally allow her to come, but he pulled out once again. She caught his eyes and knew he was waiting for her to continue.

"At the table, there was a tablecloth that draped over, so after I sat, I felt less exposed. Then he leaned over and told me to spread my legs! I almost refused, but the cloth covered me so I thought, ‘What the heck.’ I could feel the air on my damp pussy and it excited me so much! I knew I was going to fuck him that night."

"Did anything else happen during dinner?"

Ellen blushed. “Yes. After the meal, when the waiter brought the check, Roger pulled out my panties and left them on the table! I guess they were part of the tip, I don't know. But I felt as if everyone's eyes were on me as we left.

"We went back to his apartment that he shared with two other roommates. When we came in, I was ready to jump him, but his roommates were both there. I thought he'd just take me to his room. Instead, he had me sit on the couch and chat with everyone for a bit. But the couch was old and broken down, so I kinda sank into the cushions. I knew my pussy would be visible if my legs came apart, so I pressed my thighs together so hard I got a muscle cramp.

"Roger got me a drink and as he handed it to me, his other hand reached down and touched my knees, putting his hand in between them and wedging them apart. It was clear he didn't want me to keep my legs so tightly together, so I allowed them to come apart, just a bit. He smiled and nodded. I don't know why I did it—I guess I was under his spell or something."

"What did the roommates do?"

"They paid a lot closer attention to me! I felt very sexy. I was hot and wet and I was ready for just about anything. I just put myself in Roger's hands.” She paused. “I guess I really was submissive."

"Did Roger make you show more of yourself to his roommates?"

"Not that night..."

The doctor raised an eyebrow. “But there were other nights?"

She hesitated. Dr. Butler immediately removed his hands. “Yes! There were other nights!"

"Let's go back to that night—you said he made love to you then?"

"Oh yes. After we had a beer and chatted—me with my legs open just enough to tease them—Roger took me into his room. He didn't even say anything, he just began taking off my clothes. I wasn't in any shape to refuse him! I wanted him bad! After we were naked, he laid me on the bed and entered me right away. I didn't mind because it was as if the whole night had been foreplay. I came about five times in a row."

"We're you noisy?"

Ellen ruefully nodded, her head cocked to one side. “Oh, yes. And the funny thing is, now that you mention it, when we were done and I sat up, I could see that Roger had left the door ajar! I'm sure his roommates heard everything!"

"Did that excite you?"

"Yes! And embarrassed me too. I was completely satiated by then, so I worried what they might think of me."

"On subsequent nights—you said you showed more to the roommates?"

"Yes. Roger made me. But he was right there, protecting me.” When the doctor didn't say anything and his fingers stopped, Ellen knew he wanted more. “He made me show them my breasts, one time.” The fingers returned briefly, then stopped again. “All right. I'll tell you all of it."

She spread her legs for him so he could touch her clit again. “Roger said it turned him on to show me off. He said his roommates were good guys and that they would protect me too. He didn't have me strip down or anything, but he'd make me flash them, all the time."

She blushed and shook her head. “Afterwards, he'd fuck me and I'd scream. I had very powerful orgasms. He never closed the door! He'd encourage me to be loud. At first, I was shy, but later I got to like it. Once...” she stopped, as if too shy to continue. The doctor teased her by just touching her clit, then pulling back. “Once,” she went on, “right after I had come and Roger was still inside me, I opened my eyes, I saw them at the door! Both roommates, just standing there! I tried to push Roger off, but he held me tight and began to stroke into me again. It felt so good! I found I no longer cared if they were watching and I can again, even harder."

"So did they watch you regularly after that?"

"Yes. But I wouldn't let them fuck me, even though I knew they wanted to."

"And Roger didn't make you?"

"No. I've always wondered what would've happened if he had."

The doctor sat back. “You enjoy having someone in control—I'm sure you must be aware of that. That's what a submissive is."

She immediately missed his fingers on her. “I ... I guess so. But Mr. Sawyer wasn't like Roger—I mean, at first. Jack forced me to become his slut."

"I know. But not only did you ultimately like it, you needed it. That's why you stayed with him, later. Don't you see that?"

The impact of his statement caused El to try to sit up, but Dr. Butler leaned toward her to press his hands down on her breasts, holding her in place. “Now, El, it's all right. I'm not trying to disturb you. I'm only trying to get you to see what you are. You must know by now that your subconscious used the excuse of being blackmailed to do what you really wanted to do."

One of the doctor's hands again drifted down to her pussy and lightly stroked it. Any arguments that El might've had disappeared. She needed this, she realized. Not just from Mr. Sawyer, but from all men. Even the strangers her boss introduced her to. Even her psychiatrist.

"I am a slut,” she whispered.

"That's right. A submissive slut. You can't help yourself. You want this all the time. Admit it."

"Yes.” His fingers brushed against her clit and she nearly came. She shuddered and grabbed his hand, meaning to press it against her cunt so she could climax, but the doctor pulled his hand away.

"Please, doctor! You said I needed it!"

"What you really want is my cock. Say it."

After so much teasing, Ellen didn't care how she came as long as she came. What's one more cock in her life? “I want your cock, doctor! Fuck me! Please!"

"Shhh! Not so loud. We wouldn't want your ‘keeper’ to hear you, now would we?"

El shook her head. “No, I'll be quiet. Please. Fuck me."

Dr. Butler unzipped his pants and pulled down his underwear. He didn't bother removing any clothes; he just freed his cock and climbed up over El. He used his knees to press her thighs apart. His rock-hard cock hovered just in front of her sopping pussy.

"It's okay to admit what you are. That's what psychiatry is all about—allowing you to be yourself,” he said, allowing just the tip of his penis to touch her. She gasped and nodded. “So don't feel bad about yourself, okay? Just enjoy it."

With that, he plunged into her in one smooth motion. El gasped and came instantly. It was as if she had been waiting for days to climax. Her entire body shook and balls of light flashed before her eyes. She started to cry out, then bit hard on her lip to keep quiet. She feared Tami might come bursting in, probably armed. She might even shoot the good doctor.

She hung onto him as he pumped, climbing immediately into another orgasm. This one was only slightly less powerful than the first, but when Dr. Butler suddenly erupted inside of her, she felt a new wave of emotion sweep through her. She hugged him close, trying to prolong the moment, even as the doctor struggled to free himself from her. He finally pulled out and stood up.

"Do you feel better now, El?"

"Uh huh.” She lay limp, like a puddle of humanity, without bones ... except, something was different. It wasn't the same with Dr. Butler as it had been with Mr. Sawyer. By all rights, it should've been. He was strong, she was weak. He was in authority, she was subservient. Yet Mr. Sawyer had something special that this man did not. She couldn't explain it any better.

She watched as he straightened himself up, zipping up his pants and returning to his chair.

"I'm afraid that's all the time we have. I'll give you a few minutes to recover. I'd like to see you again on Thursday, all right?"

El nodded, pushing her doubts out of her mind for now. “All right, doctor."

Dr. Butler looked at his watch the moment El, once fully dressed, closed the office door behind her. Five till eleven, he noted. I'm late. He went to the rear door of his office and opened it. As he expected, Bernie, his bookie, was standing there. Behind him was a large man the doctor hadn't seen before. Without waiting for an invitation, the men pushed past the doctor.

"I hope you weren't eavesdropping,” he said sternly.

"No,” Bernie said, chewing on a toothpick he seemed to keep constantly in one corner of his mouth. “I didn't hear any whack-job secrets, if that's what you mean."

Oh, if you only knew, the doctor thought. “My patients aren't ‘whack-jobs.’ And I've told you before, I'd prefer you didn't come to my office."

"I don't care what you want. You owe me money, so I'm going to come and collect whenever and wherever I want. Unless you wanna make arrangements to pay me on time."

The doctor grimaced. His voice took on a pleading tone. “Look, Bernie. You know I'm good for it. Have I ever stiffed you?” He glanced up at the big man. “What's he for? You know you don't need muscle for me."

Bernie shrugged. “You say that, doc, but here we are, three days later and you still haven't paid me. You owe me twenty large. By tomorrow, it will be twenty-four."

"Twenty-four! Come on, Bernie! You can't demand that kind of interest! I ... I just got caught a little short. I was surprised Denver didn't cover the spread—they're doing really well this year. And they were playing Cleveland, for god's sakes!"

Bernie held up a hand. “I'm not here to argue the merits of the bet. I want my twenty G's."

Dr. Butler's eyes again went to the big man. He licked his lips. “Uh, I don't have all of it right now..."

"How much you got?"

"Nine thousand.” He went to his desk and pulled out an envelope. “I swear, I'll have the rest to you by, uh, tomorrow—Friday at the latest."

"Like I said, tomorrow you'll owe me twenty-four.” He grabbed the envelope and began thumbing through the bills inside. “So you'll owe me fifteen more."

"Hey, come on! I've been a good cust—” Butler shut up when the big man moved toward him threateningly. Bernie stopped the thug with one upraised hand.

"Not yet, Bubba. The doc's still a good customer, as he says. But you should know,” he leveled his gaze at him, “that this is a business. Just like yours is a business. You don't let your patients stiff you, do you?"

Of course not, he thought. But he said, “I've been known to work with my patients..."

Bernie shook his head. “That's fine, if you want to run your business that way. I don't."

The doctor racked his brain, trying desperately to convince Bernie not to charge him fifteen thousand more. Jesus! He knew it would be a stretch to raise eleven—he might be able to get that in a week. But fifteen! Shit! I'll never get ahead of this debt.

An idea jumped into his mind and though he tried to reject it, he found his mouth opening anyway. “Wait! I know!” He glanced at the big man. “Uh, can we talk privately about something?"

Bernie shook his head. “Uh uh. You got something to say, you say it to the both of us. I've seen too many desperate gamblers try to get me alone in order to conk me on the head."

"Hey! I wouldn't do that!” The doctor would too, if he thought it would do any good. But he knew that would only get him into more trouble with Bernie's pals. “Uh, no, I was thinking...” He couldn't believe he was about to say. He was about to violate his doctor-patient privilege. “There's this patient of mine..."

Bernie's face twisted up in confusion. “What?"

"Wait! This is good. This girl—woman—who comes to see me. She's a nympho. How about if you come by Thursday and I'll let you fuck her ... ah, in exchange for not charging the extra, er, interest."

Bernie laughed. “You actually see nymphos here? Jeez, maybe I'm in the wrong profession!” He laughed and Bubba laughed with him, a rumbling sound like thunder. “You think this broad's worth four G's interest? Come on, whatddaya take me for?"

"No, really, she's a knockout! And she'll fuck you silly!"

The bookie paused, his head cocked to his side. “No broad's worth four G's. I can get a great piece of ass for five hundred easily."

"Bring your friends!” The doctor blurted before he could catch himself. He saw Bubba's pig eyes grow wide and the muscle man actually smiled a thin little grin, like a knife had just sliced his face.

Bernie stared at him. “You'd actually give this broad over to us for fun and games, just to weasel out of four lousy grand?"

"Uh, no, you can't take her away. It would have to be here. She's, uh, got a bodyguard.” Dr. Butler wished he'd never said anything now. He was just digging himself a deeper hole.

"A bodyguard! What the hell for?"

"Uh, she's a witness in a trial."

The side of Bernie's face crinkled up in the semblance of a smile. “Maybe she's gonna testify against some friends of mine, huh? Maybe she might be worth more to me than a fuck, right?"

"No, no! It's a sex trial. No, uh, professionals involved. You don't even know the poor shmuck she's going to testify against."

"I know guys who run girls—I'll bet a pimp would pay good money to convince her not to spill her guts, huh?"

"No! She doesn't have a real pimp. I mean, she's been working for this one guy and he turned her out, but not on the streets...” God, this was so hard to explain!

Suddenly, Bernie snapped his fingers. “Hey, this wouldn't be that factory pimp job I've been reading about? The sex slave who embezzled?"

Dr. Butler's shoulders slumped in defeat. He had hoped Bernie wouldn't learn the details. “Yeah. That's it."

"You're seein’ the girl? The sex slave?” Bernie smiled broadly now. “Well, that puts a whole different spin on things, doesn't it?” He sucked on his teeth. “But what about this bodyguard? It's a cop, right? That could be dangerous."

"The cop waits outside for her. As long as you're quiet, you can do just about anything ... well, short of hurting her. I've already fucked her and she's a pistol, I can tell you. She's coming back on Thursday, same time."

Bernie pondered it for a minute. He took one glance at the grinning Bubba for him to make up his mind. “OK, I'll tell ya what, doc. You give me an hour with her—me and Bubba here and anyone else I wanna bring—and I'll waive the extra four Gs.” He held up a hand. “Providing, of course, that you pay the remaining eleven grand by Thursday. Deal?"

The doctor grimaced. “By Thursday? Uh, I don't know..."

"Take it or leave it, doc. I'm giving up a lot for a little piece of ass, you know. The only reason I'm agreeing to it is, I like the idea of boinking someone kinda famous. I can read about her in the papers and laugh myself silly. That's worth four grand to me, but just barely."

Dr. Butler shook his head. “Okay. It's a deal. Be out back at ten a.m. Thursday. Wait for me to bring you in. And remember, no rough stuff!"

"Sure doc. Just don't forget to have my money or the deal's off."

Tami loosened her shoulder harness and eased it off her shoulder. Damn that felt good! It was like wearing a second bra, only not as forgiving. The weight of her pistol made her want to walk lopsided and she couldn't wait to take it off every evening. She was grateful her lieutenant told her to dress in plain clothes, but at least with the uniform, she could wear the gun on a wide belt. She had a clip-on holster, but found it didn't really fit with her suits.

Unlike most female officers, Tami carried the five-shot Smith & Wesson Model 360, the Airlite .357 magnum. It was a smaller gun—a so-called “ladies” gun, yet it had real stopping power. She didn't want to be pumping bullets into some big ape who was charging her, hoping he'd stop before she ran out of bullets. One or two shots from a .357 would stop a charging lion.

She put the gun in the cabinet by the door, so it would be ready whenever someone knocked. Later, she'd move it into the bedroom when she went to sleep. On patrol, she often carried a back-up gun, a compact .38, but decided the fewer guns in this apartment, the better. Not that she was worried about Ellen grabbing it to harm her, but she might use it to harm herself. She didn't seem overly depressed. Tami was just being cautious.

"Can you make us some tea?"

Ellen nodded. She jumped up to put on the teakettle. Tami just watched her, a half-grin on her face. The girl loves to wait on me! They've been together now for three weeks, and Tami had observed how she deferred to her about everything—what TV shows to watch, what to have for dinner—everything. It hadn't been hard to achieve, either.

It would be so easy to treat her like Linda treated Kim, she mused. Only her fear that she might get caught prevented her from taking advantage of the situation—so far. She worried that Ellen might report her to the lieutenant. She had to be sure Ellen was completely under her control.

It was difficult not to push harder—she was really curious how it might play out. Ever since that year in college, Tami had wondered if she could be a dominant like Linda. She recalled how she was often submissive around Linda—not in a sexual way, but in other ways. But she also loved seeing Linda with other submissives. It was as if she lived vicariously through her roommate. Now, ten years later, she had her own submissive just waiting for her command. If only she could keep her mouth shut...

"Ellen."

Ellen turned, hitching her shoulders in a way that told Tami she didn't like the bra straps cutting into her. Up until now, Tami had ignored the childish display. But it gave her ideas.

"I know your underwear is bothering you. And I'd like to let you just wear what you want—or don't want—but I'm afraid if Franklin finds out, she'll tell my lieutenant that I'm not doing a good job."

Ellen looked hopeful. She recognized Tami was willing to discuss it. “How would she find out? I mean, if I always have it on when I'm around her?"

"Well, it might slip during your discussions with her. You two do spend a lot of time, going over your testimony."

The woman shook her head. “I would never violate your trust."

"Really? If I let you take off your underwear while here in this room, you'd keep it a secret?"

"Oh, yes! I've gotten used to not wearing it. In fact, I don't like clothes much any more."

Tami nodded. “I suppose I could allow you to get out of your clothes as well. You know you'd have to obey me when I told you to put them back on."

"Oh, yes, Tami!"

"Call me ma'am.” Tami didn't know why she said that—it was something she remembered Linda doing.

"Yes, ma'am."

Tami pushed her a little further. “That goes for anything I say."

Ellen smiled broadly. “Oh, yes, ma'am! Of course!"

"And you couldn't tell anyone. Not Franklin or even Sawyer. It would have to be our secret."

Ellen nodded her head vigorously. “I promise."

"All right. While the teapot's heating, you may remove your clothes."

"Thank you!” She came over and gave Tami a quick hug. Tami grabbed her and held her close for a second longer, then let her go. Ellen started to head for the bedroom when Tami's voice stopped her.

"I didn't say you should leave the room.” Tami held her breath. She waited for Ellen to refuse and if she had, Tami would've pretended she had just been kidding. But Ellen paused, then turned to face the officer. Her hands went to her blouse and she unbuttoned it slowly, almost suggestively.

Her blouse came open and Ellen shrugged it off, leaving her breasts encased in the lacy white bra. Her hands went around behind her and Tami said, “Stop. Let me do that for you."

Ellen stared at Tami as the officer approached. She turned to give Tami better access to her bra clasp. Tami unhooked it and watched as Ellen shrugged and let it fall to the floor. She turned, her breasts just inches away from Tami's.

"Now the skirt and panties,” Tami said. “I'm sure you can do those by yourself."

Ellen nodded. She unfastened her skirt and let it fall. She wore pantyhose over her underwear and Tami knew she hated to put them on every morning. But Franklin had insisted.

Ellen peeled the pantyhose and panties down to her thighs, then sat down on a nearby chair to remove them from her legs. All of her jewelry was gone, locked up safely in the ADA's office, pending the trial. Tami noticed how the woman's slit was still bare and wasn't sure if she shaved regularly or if Jack had something done more permanent. Probably a wax job of some sort, she guessed. It surprised her how turned on she was getting and not just because she had lesbian feelings—no, this was more about power. She had control over another human being. She knew this girl would do just about anything she asked of her.

It would be easy to order Ellen to lick her cunt and Tami felt her own juices flow at the thought. Or maybe my asshole, she thought and smiled wickedly.

Ellen stood up again, completely nude. “Do you want me to get my robe?"

There. She was already asking permission, just as she had done with Jack. “No. Don't bother. I know you like to walk around naked.” The teakettle whistled.

Ellen smiled and returned to the kitchen. She reached up overhead to grab the teabags and Tami could see the way her buttcheeks clenched with the effort. They looked good enough to spank, Tami thought, and another memory flooded back.

Linda had brought home another submissive. God knows where she found them all. She must've had radar for that kind of personality trait. This one was a thin blond named Susie, with lank hair and small breasts. Her one redeeming feature was her perfect, heart-shaped ass. Linda used to order Susie to remove her shorts immediately upon entering the room and display her ass for the pleasure of both Linda and Tami. She made her keep her tee-shirt on, “to hide those disgusting breasts,” she'd tell the embarrassed girl. Tami knew it was simply a way of keeping her off-balance.

But just watching that ass wasn't enough for Linda. She had to put her hands on it too. She'd rub it and slap it and make Susie bend over so she could get a “better look,” as she was always saying. At first, when she slapped it, it was just playfully, like saying, “Job well done!” Later, Linda began finding reasons to punish her. They couldn't make a lot of noise in the dorm room, so Susie's spankings were far more arousing than painful. Tami could remember how wet the girl got. Linda would always run her fingers along her slit and comment at how slutty Susie was. The girl would get so red, Tami thought she might faint. But she knew Susie was highly aroused by the treatment. Who wouldn't be?

She looked at Ellen's nicely shaped ass and wondered if Jack had spanked it. She would guess he did. It was so spankable! “Ellen."

Ellen turned, teabags in hand. “Yes, ma'am?"

"Did Jack ever spank you?"

Ellen's face grew red. “Uh, yes, ma'am."

"Why? We're you bad?"

"Sometimes. Sometimes he did it just because he liked it."

"Did you like it?"

She turned away and fumbled with the cups. “Well..."

"It's all right. You can tell me. I'll keep your secrets if you'll keep mine."

Ellen nodded and turned back, smiling shyly. “Yes, I did. I mean, up to a point. Sometimes, he would hurt me. When I deserved it, of course."

"How did you deserve it?"

"Oh, I don't know. There were different reasons. Sometimes I wouldn't, uh, rub myself when he called me on the intercom."

Tami had heard about this from Franklin, who had said it with a sneer on her lip. But Tami had been fascinated.

"Or one time he let a worker spank me because I was rude to him in the hall."

"Did it make you obey better?"

"Yes. I learned my lessons."

"You have a very spankable ass, do you know that?"

Ellen looked over her shoulder, trying to see herself. “No, I didn't."

"I would like to spank it myself. And I will, if you don't do what I say."

"Oh, I will, I promise, ma'am.” But El couldn't stop from wiggling her butt, as if the idea excited her. Tami picked up on it right away.

"Are you wiggling your ass at me?"

"Uh, no ma'am. I wasn't aware I was doing anything.” The ass just twitched now.

"You're still doing it! You'd better come over here. I won't take this kind of disrespect.” Her voice teased Ellen with mock anger.

"Yes, ma'am.” She came over and stood next to Tami's chair, her head hung low.

"Turn around."

Ellen did and Tami immediately stroked her wonderful cheeks. They were so soft and smooth. She couldn't believe she was doing this, and yet, she couldn't stop herself. Another opportunity like this may never come along in her lifetime.

She gave the skin a light slap and Ellen twitched in response. She struck her again, harder and Ellen sucked in a breath.

"Are you enjoying this?"

"Uh, well ... er..."

"You are, aren't you? I guess I'm not doing it right. Maybe I should do it harder.” She slapped the right cheek again, smartly, leaving a red handprint this time. Ellen rocked on her heels.

"Ow!"

"Good. It should hurt. It's not supposed to be enjoyable."

"But why are you punishing me? What have I done?"

Tami frowned. She was right. That Ellen twitched her ass at her was no reason to punish her. Tami wondered what Linda would've said in this situation. “It doesn't matter. I'm doing this because I want to. That's a good enough reason."

Ellen nodded and Tami smiled at how easily the woman accepted her dominance over her. She was beginning to see just why Jack Sawyer kept her around, even after she paid off her debt. The woman was a perfect submissive.

Tami decided to stop, before she got herself in deeper. She slapped Ellen's rump again, lightly and told her to go pour the tea. Ellen scampered off, rubbing her ass with one hand as she did.

Tami knew, watching her, that they were going to be experimenting a lot in the next few weeks. She just couldn't help herself.

Diane Franklin considered herself a scrapper. Tall, good-looking, smart and well-dressed, she was the prototypical ADA. She had risen fast in the ranks since she'd first come on board, right out of law school eight years ago. This would be her most visible trial to date. She would love to slam dunk Jack Sawyer and send a message to men everywhere: You can't treat women like shit.

Diane lived to stick it to men, put them in their place. They thought themselves so superior, making more money than women, being stronger than women and not being subjected to the constant barrage of hormones that woman had to endure. Ha! she thought. I'd like to see a man give birth! They'd be a whimpering mess, begging for drugs. Not that Diane had given birth yet. She didn't have time for babies right now. Maybe later. But when the time came, she wouldn't whimper. She wouldn't even need a man around. She'd just have herself artificially inseminated and be done with the entire gender.

Unless, of course, she had a boy.

She put the thought out of her mind. It wasn't important now. What was important was the case of the People vs. Jack Sawyer. Diane almost rubbed her hands together in glee. This was going to be so much fun! She envisioned herself, standing on the courthouse steps, facing the crowd of reporters. Her face would be on the evening news every night for two or three months! This could pave her way to the D.A.'s corner office, if that weasel Montgomery would ever retire.

There was a polite knock on the opaque glass door of her office.

"Come!"

The door popped open and Brian Cecciti's head came in. “Uh, Diane, Sanchez and her attorney are here."

"Good. Send them in."

Betty and Ellen walked in, followed by Cecciti. The four gathered around a small conference table, just as they had done so many times before. Diane could tell from Ellen's face that the witness was not looking forward to going over her testimony yet again. Still, it had to be done. She didn't want any mistakes.

"Ellen, I know you probably think we've done this to death, but it's important. You have to be careful on the stand. I won't be there to help you when the defense attorney is questioning you. You'll have to know what to say on your own."

"I thought I was just supposed to tell the truth."

"From the mouths of babes,” Betty said dryly.

Diane blushed and glanced over at Brian just in time to see him smirk. “Yes, you are supposed to tell the truth, Ellen, but the truth, said in the wrong way, might let the defendant walk. Now you wouldn't want that, would you?"

Ellen didn't say anything for a few seconds. Diane sharpened her gaze. “Remember, Ellen—you have a free ride on the embezzlement, provided you help us. I would hate to see you fail to live up to your end of the bargain."

The threat worked. Ellen glanced over at Betty, who nodded. Ellen shook her head, “No, we wouldn't want Mr. Sawyer to walk."

"Good! That's so much better! Now, let's go over some key questions. Brian here will pretend to be Sawyer's defense attorney. I'll be me and I'll make objections when I can, but I'm limited by the rules of the court. You should be prepared for whatever he asks."

Diane noted that Ellen gave a soft sigh before she settled in, her face a mask. The ADA worried that Ellen's heart clearly wasn't in this.

Across town, Sam Keppel was grilling Jack on his testimony. He had debated keeping Jack off the stand, but his client insisted. Sam had to agree that Jack's testimony could help explain the tape of Ellen's agreeing to her new duties. Yet he worried about what Franklin might come up with. Jack was vulnerable, that much was clear. So he put himself in Franklin's head and tried to think of questions she might ask on cross.

"Okay. Why, after Ellen paid off her debt to you, did you keep her around?"

"She didn't want to leave,” Jack said. “I offered to write a letter of recommendation and to provide her with a small stipend, but she wanted to stay."

"And you didn't insist?"

"No, I didn't."

"Why not? You had to know that what you were doing was highly illegal."

"So is embezzlement,” he said quickly.

Sam shook his head. “No, Jack. That borders on sarcasm. That never goes over well with a jury. Besides, this is after the debt was paid, so it's like the embezzlement never happened. I think you'll want to emphasize that Ellen had come to like what she was doing. We want to make her out to be a real sex maniac, okay?"

Jack sighed. “I hate to do that to her. She's really a sweetheart, despite the theft. I worry what this trial is going to do to her."

"You should be worried what it's going to do to you, Jack. You could be spending the next twenty years in jail."

"All right, all right. Let's get on with it."

Sam got back into his DA character. “Why didn't you force her to stop what she was doing and leave?"

"She didn't want to go. She said she liked it there."

"Really? She actually enjoyed having sex with strangers?"

"Yes—as long as I strictly controlled it. I never put her in a bad situation or endangered her life."

"What about disease? Did you protect her against disease?"

"I told her to use condoms. That was part of the deal I made with her, originally."

"Yet the court now knows that she often did NOT wear condoms, thus putting herself at risk. You call this protecting her?"

"She's a big girl, she could take care of herself."

Sam put his head in his hands. “No, Jack, jeez. That comes across as so uncaring. Remember, she was under your spell. Or thumb. She had to do what you told her to do or else she'd get turned over to the cops, right?"

"Right. I don't want to come across as still angry at her. I mean, she really helped me out. I'm far better off now than I was before she stole from me."

"That's right. Keep that in mind. Let the jury know that you're doing this reluctantly, telling them what a slut she is. That's why she stayed and that's why she skipped wearing condoms, even though you suggested it."

"Right.” Jack shook his head. “This is going to be tougher than I thought."

Dr. Butler was sweating as he awaited his ten o'clock appointment with Ellen. Jeez, how could I have gotten myself into this? He nervously fingered the fat envelope in his suitcoat pocket. Eleven thousand dollars, just as Bernie had demanded. He had raided his pension fund—and paid a withdrawal penalty—to come up with the cash. The fund was already sorely depleted by earlier failed bets. He knew, from his own training, that he needed help. But he couldn't bear to go to another psychiatrist and admit his problem. He hoped he was about to experience “shock therapy” that would cure him of his gambling. Making Ellen have sex with these men was beyond crazy. His entire career, indeed, his entire freedom, rested on how the next hour would go.

The two thugs had already showed up and they'd brought along a friend. Bernie hadn't introduced him. He was a sallow man with a bad complexion. When he grinned, Butler noticed he had one tooth missing in front. The doctor had managed to convince Bernie and his pals to wait outside in the rear corridor until he could explain things to Ellen. But he had to leave the door ajar so they could hear everything. He had violated so many canons of his profession he doubted there were any left.

The intercom buzzed and his secretary announced that Ellen was here. For a brief moment, he considered asking the female officer to come in as well, which would certainly spoil the party for Bernie. But that would cost him an extra four grand and make Bernie very angry. No telling what the bookie might do.

"Send her in,” he intoned and wiped off his face with his handkerchief.

The door opened and Ellen walked in. She smiled and immediately began removing her clothes. Dr. Butler stood and came around to help her, taking her clothes from her. He began to speak in a quiet voice.

"Listen carefully to me, Ellen. Today marks a very special day in your therapy,” he lied smoothly. “I want to see how you reacted when Jack told you to have sex with a strange man. Or men,” he added quickly. “Often a trained psychiatrist can learn things by having his patient relive certain experiences."

Ellen looked confused. “What? You want me to ... um, have sex with someone?” She looked around. “Who? And why, again?"

"To test your reactions,” he said again. “From what you've told me, it became almost second nature to you. That's quite an achievement, you realize. To have subsumed your own needs so completely for Sawyer."

"Well, yes, that was for him. I owed him. I'm not sure—"

Bernie chose that moment to barge in from the unlocked back door, closely followed by Bubba and the stranger. “Well, here I am, doc, just as you asked. You said you needed our help in something?” Ellen shrank back behind Dr. Butler, her eyes wide.

"Uh, yes. Ber-I mean, Barney, this is Ellen. Ellen, Barney. And this is, uh..."

"George,” the big man rumbled, giving Ellen a leering smile.

"Ralph,” the sallow man said, an evil grin on his face.

"Barney and, uh, George and Ralph are going to help me. I mean, help you, recreate your visit with a client ... or more."

"I don't understand."

"I explained it, Ellen.” He turned around and gripped her firmly by her upper arms. “I realize this may seem unorthodox to you, but I assure you it will help us get to the root of your problems. You see, we have limited time and, uh, this method has been known to achieve results much more quickly."

"Results?” Ellen tried to cover herself with her hands while the doctor tried to show the men all her charms.

Ellen was flabbergasted. For the first time in months, she actually felt embarrassed to be naked in front of strangers. Whenever she had entered Mr. Sawyer's office, she felt proud to show off her body because he was there. She trusted her boss. Dr. Butler wasn't Mr. Sawyer, but she had felt safe in his office. Now she was confused. Was she supposed to be doing this? Wasn't Dr. Butler supposed to cure her of her problem? Or at least help her to understand it?

"I don't understand,” she said again softly.

"There's nothing to worry about. I have condoms.” He fetched them from his desk drawer.

The man named Barney scowled. “What the hell is this? You didn't say nothing about no raincoats."

"It's for the protection of my client."

"I ain't got no VD,” Barney insisted.

"If it will keep Ellen from becoming upset, what's the harm?” he said urgently, tipping his head at the closed door to the reception. “You wouldn't want her to become agitated, would you?"

Barney's lip curled, but he said nothing else. Finally, he nodded and accepted a foil-wrapped package from the doctor. George followed suit. Ralph took one, and tossed it into the trash can by the doctor's desk. Butler stared at him but said nothing.

Ellen had almost been forgotten in the brief exchange. She still looked worried. “I don't ... I'm not..."

"Hush, now. You want to get better, don't you?"

She nodded.

"Well then, you have to trust me. I know what I'm doing."

Ellen started to speak, but the decision appeared to have been made for her. She seemed to shrink as she kept her hands over her breasts and pussy.

The doctor worried that he might be causing her to withdraw. He wondered why she was so ready to do Sawyer's bidding, but would suddenly balk when her psychiatrist—another dominate male in her life—would ask the same thing of her.

Barney spoke up, breaking his train of thought. “Hey, you're not going to watch or anything, are ya? I don't need an audience."

The doctor's temper flared. “You've got Ralph and Bub-, I mean, George here—or are they here just to help you put it in?"

"Careful, doc,” Barney warned. He looked from the doctor to his bodyguard, then Ralph, and back again. He shrugged. “Maybe you could all leave for a little while."

"No,” Dr. Butler said. “The deal is, I need to be here to monitor Ellen. If I'm not here and she suddenly cried out, why, who knows what might happen.” He jerked his head toward the door again, just to make sure Bernie got the message.

"All right, all right. But I want you the rest of youse way in the back. I don't work well with an audience."

George smiled. He spoke for the first time since they arrived. “Who says you get to go first?” His voice rumbled.

"Yeah?” Ralph put in.

Barney's eyes widened. “I'm the man who is owed the money! You're here out of my good graces."

"Whaddya say we flip for it?” George suggested.

"Or rock, paper, scissors,” Ralph added.

"Get real. You guys get sloppy seconds or none at all."

Ellen didn't follow the conversation. What was all this about money? With Mr. Sawyer, money had been important, sure, but why was the doctor concerned about it?

She eyed the big man called George and wondered if his cock was proportional to his body. She shivered when she thought of the heavy man lying on her. She thought back to when Mr. Sawyer had ordered to fuck a fat man and tried to put her mind in that place. She remembered Bob Orr, the large man who turned out to be a great lover. Perhaps this George would be like him.

She was more worried about the two weaselly men. The tall one and the greasy one with the bad tooth. Why would the doctor use them to help in her therapy? They looked like criminals. The shorter man looked as if he hadn't shaved in days. She knew her breasts and face would be scratched up by it. Why couldn't the man shave at least?

She fought her fears and tried to calm herself. This was just another duty to be performed, same as all the others. She had enjoyed the attention so much, why worry about these guys? Okay, so they weren't as clean and nice as Mr. Sawyer's clients and employees, but they probably had their redeeming qualities.

Barney jerked his thumb over his shoulder. “You guys, head over by the back door. I need some room.” He approached Ellen, who shrunk back. “Hey, now, little one. Don't be scared. I'm not going to hurt you.” He looked over his shoulder. “Am I, doc?"

"Uh, no. Ellen, trust me, everything will be all right. Just do what you do best, all right?"

She nodded. Barney led her to the couch and made her lie down. He kissed her cheek and Ellen could feel his scratchy beard. She shivered. He soon grew tired of her face and move down to her nipples. He licked and sucked, taking her tender nipples into his mouth and sucking them. Sometimes he was too rough and he pulled too hard. She began to squirm.

"Oh, you like this, huh, slut?” He cooed.

"No, you're doing it too hard, you're hurting me."

"Come on, you like it, you know you do."

She tried to relax and accept her role. Barney soon moved down to her slit. He played with her clit roughly. “Goll, will you look at this,” he said, staring at the Sawyer Metalworking logo tattooed on her mound. “You must be one sick chick to let them do that to you."

Sick chick? Mr. Sawyer had never called her a sick chick. Dr. Butler never had either. Why was this man insulting her so? Didn't he know she had been coerced into using her body for Jack? She had come to like it, that was true, but only because Mr. Sawyer was so careful with her.

"Doctor—” she began, trying to free herself from underneath the man's body. He grabbed her arms and held her down.

"Oh no, you don't, you little slut. You put out for the doc, now you put out for me."

He told her that!? Wasn't that confidential? What was going on here? “Doctor! Help! I don't want to do this!"

The man was strong. He held her down as he reached down and unzipped his pants. His hard cock sprung free. Ellen looked around for the doctor, and spotted him across the room, just watching. “Doctor!"

He took a step forward, then stopped. His face was a mask of worry and indecision. He tugged at his tie.

Barney pushed her legs apart and climbed over her. Ellen could feel his erection press against her slit. She wasn't wet yet and he didn't seem to want to give her time to become aroused. “Wait,” she said. “Wait."

He didn't wait. The tip of his cock speared her, spreading her labia apart and scraping her skin. She began to struggle, fighting panic. Barney's face darkened. “Hey, you bitch! Stop it!” He raised one hand as if to slap her.

"Doctor!"

Ellen's raised voice galvanized Dr. Butler into action. He raced over and pulled the bookie from his patient.

"What the hell...?"

"Get off of her! The deal's off!"

"Hey! It's too late now!"

George came over and grabbed the doctor by his arms and pulled him away from the smaller man.

"No! Stop! I'll pay you the four grand!"

Everything froze for a moment: Barney, standing over the naked Ellen, his softening cock sticking out of his pants; George, his meaty hands still tightly gripped around the doctor's arms; Ralph, standing a few feet away, the hard bulge of his cock visible in his pants; and Dr. Butler, his face white, his lips set. And Ellen, a shocked look of understanding slowly spreading over her face.

There came a knock at the door. “Doctor? Everything all right in there?” The door rattled. Dr. Butler thanked the stars that he'd had the presence of mind to lock it earlier.

Only the eyes of the four men moved—they flitted from one to another before the doctor suddenly shrugged free of George's grip and turned toward the door.

"Yes, officer, everything's fine...” he said through the closed door. “We're just having a bit of a breakthrough."

"I'd like to talk to Ellen,” the voice insisted.

The doctor turned back to the men and jerked his head toward the door. Barney pointed at him and whispered, “Four grand,” then zipped up his pants as if in emphasis. “Tomorrow.” He tossed the unused condom, still in its wrapper, at the doctor as he and George headed for the back door.

"All right,” Dr. Butler said to the door, snatching up Ellen's clothes and tossing them to her. “I'll be right there.” To Ellen, he hissed, “Get dressed! Quickly!"

Ellen paused. “Why? Tami's seen me naked before."

"Uh, I don't want her to see you naked here—she might get the wrong idea,” he whispered.

Ellen nodded and began getting dressed, but her mind was working, putting together the pieces.

The doctor leaned down to pick up the condom, slipping it into his pocket. He walked to the door and pretended to fumble with the lock. “Hang on, the door seems to be stuck.” He looked over his shoulder to see Ellen buttoning her blouse, then pulling up her skirt. There was no time to put on underwear. She tossed it behind his desk. He opened up the door and peeked his head out.

"What is it, officer? We're right in the middle of a breakthrough here."

"I heard shouting—and it sounded like there were others in there. I want to see Ellen, make sure she's all right."

"Of course she's all right,” the doctor took one last glance and saw that Ellen was presentable. “Come in, see for yourself."

She pushed past the doctor and strode to Ellen's side. “Are you all right? Are you upset?"

Ellen gathered herself. She exchanged a long, even look with the doctor and saw his eyes pleading with her. She turned to Tami. “Everything's fine, ma'am."

"I heard voices. Was there someone else here?” Her eyes roamed the room, settling on the back door. “Did someone just leave?"

Ellen took a deep breath. “No. That was just the doctor, pretending he was Jack Sawyer. It was part of the therapy."

The doctor's eyes closed in relief, then opened again when Tami turned toward him. “I don't know what kind of therapy you're doing here, but I don't like it. I plan to report this to Franklin."

"Of course,” he said, his face a professional mask. “You do what you think is best. I'm sure that you, as a law enforcement professional, know far more about how psychoanalysis works than I do.” He paused. “Especially through a closed door. I'm sure you'll give an accurate description of what went on here."

His words caused Tami to flinch. Doubt crept into her face. “You may be the expert, but I know when something's hinky."

"Hinky? Is that going to be your professional description of our session today?"

Tami's face grew red. She turned to Ellen. “Would you like to stay or go?"

Ellen eyes focused on the doctor's as she thought about her options. He dropped his gaze and glanced at his watch. “We still have, um, a half-hour, if Ellen would like to continue..."

Ellen thought about it. She wanted nothing more than to get out of here and never return. She now knew she had been used and why. But she didn't think she could leave without confronting the doctor.

"I'd like to stay a few more minutes,” she finally said. “I'll be all right."

Tami's eyes narrowed. She turned her suspicious gaze to Dr. Butler. “Are you sure?” she said, clearly still talking to Ellen.

"I'm sure. I won't be long."

Tami waited another beat, then nodded and moved toward the door. She paused there, one hand on it, then turned and said softly, “Be careful, doc.” She left, shutting the door quietly behind her.

For a few seconds, neither the doctor nor Ellen spoke. Each seemed to be waiting for the other one. Finally, Dr. Butler, nervously rubbing his hands together, said, “I hope my, uh, treatment didn't upset you too much."

"You bastard!” Ellen pitched her voice low, but her anger was clear. “That wasn't therapy and you know it. That was a debt being repaid. What was it for—drugs or gambling?"

"Uh, it wasn't like that..."

"Bullshit!” For the first time in months, Ellen felt her anger return. Her mind was no longer occupied with sex and submission. “Those thugs had something over you and if you don't tell me right now, I'm going to tell Officer Reynolds everything!"

"Do you think she'd believe you?"

Ellen scoffed. “You saw her face. She's very suspicious. I'm sure, if I went downtown and looked at mugshots, I'd be able to identify ‘Barney,’ ‘George’ and ‘Ralph,’ even if those aren't their real names."

Dr. Butler opened his mouth, then closed it. He began to worry the edge of his bottom lip as he thought things through. Finally, he held up his hands. “Okay, okay, don't do that.” He grimaced. “I owed him for a bet I made."

"He's your bookie?” She shook her head and turned away.

"Ellen, please understand, I was desperate! They were going to ruin me!"

"You fail to realize, doctor, that I could ruin you too.” Just like that, the tables had turned. Ellen was now the one with the power. The power to destroy.

Butler stared at her. “But, you did such things for Sawyer, you never threatened to ruin him."

She laughed out loud. “There is a world of difference between you and him. I'm surprised you thought you could get away with it."

His face twisted, as if in pain. “Ellen, when you came to me, your mind was very confused. You seemed consumed by sex—and by Jack Sawyer. You seemed to under his spell despite all he's done to you. You are a classic submissive personality. I ... I thought maybe you would go along if I displayed similar dominate personality traits. You'd automatically obey, just as you've been doing for him. It was just going to be for this one time..."

Ellen just shook her head. There wasn't any way to explain herself to him. Much of what he said was true—except for the part about mindlessly obeying any dominant personality.

The doctor rushed on, trying to sway her. “But look at you! You've bounced back! You're probably much more like you were before Jack caught you embezzling!” He rose to his feet and came toward her, beseechingly. “You've become a stronger woman already. Doesn't that count for something?"

Ellen stared at him for a long moment. He was right—and he was wrong. The near-rape proved one thing to Ellen: that she only wanted to be a slut under the right set of circumstances and only for the right “master.” And Dr. Butler wasn't him.

She moved toward the door. “I think we're through here, doctor. If you want me to keep quiet about what went on here, I want you to do whatever you can to weaken Franklin's case against Jack."

"What? Why would you want to do that?"

"Because I'm responsible for his predicament. And you know it. I hope he gets off."

El felt out of sorts back at the apartment. Used and abused. Tami picked up on it right away.

"Hey, what's wrong? You okay?"

"Yeah,” El said at once, not wanting to share her experience with the creepy Dr. Butler. She wished Jack were around to comfort her. “Just a little tired."

"Here, sit down. Let me rub your shoulders. You look tense."

El sat on a kitchen chair. She made no objection as Tami moved behind her and began to massage her shoulders, easing the tense muscles there. It felt nice, for a change, to have someone wait on her. She'd been so focused on everyone else's pleasure, she rarely had time for her own. Of course, she had brought that on herself, she knew. She had to pay the piper.

She groaned, low in her throat, as Tami's fingers dug in. Her tight muscles gave way and a warmth spread throughout her chest.

"Wait,” Tami said. “Let me get some cream. Don't move."

El sat, her eyes closed, until the officer returned. She leaned over El's shoulder and told her to take off her top. El obeyed. She had put her bra back on before she had left the doctor's office, so she didn't feel exposed. But she wished she could take it off, but she had to wait for Tami to give her permission.

Tami surprised her by unsnapping the back without telling her. “Here, let me get rid of this. I don't want your bra straps to get in the way."

El let the bra fall away and leaned forward slightly so Tami could apply the lotion to her shoulders and upper back. Then the policewoman began to knead her flesh once again, drawing moans of pleasure from El. For several long minutes she expertly dug away El's tension until all her troubles seemed to melt away.

Tami's hands pulled away for a moment and El thought she was done. But a few seconds later, the hands returned and she was grateful. Then, suddenly, El felt something strange on her shoulder blades. It couldn't be her hands—they were still on her shoulders. They felt like fingers ... She realized what they were with a start—nipples!

She half turned to see Tami had removed her top and bra and was rubbing her nipples lightly against her back. She started to speak, but Tami said, “Shhhh. It's okay. Just relax.” And she did. It was easy to obey when she was receiving such pleasure. She didn't mind when the nipples returned, pressing harder this time, rubbing back and forth across her back. Her own nipples grew hard and she imagined them rubbing together.

Tami leaned in and nuzzled El's cheek. El was flattered and a little surprised. Wasn't she supposed to be protecting her? What would the ADA think?

"Tami,” she began.

"Shhh,” the officer said again. “You know you like this. Don't worry—this will be our little secret, okay?"

El nodded her head slightly. It did feel very good. And she'd made love to several women as part of her duties. But they had all been demanding, selfish. Tami was being so nice to her. It couldn't hurt to be nice in return, could it?

So she didn't object when Tami came around and sat on her lap, legs on either side, so they could press their breasts together. Tami kept massaging her shoulders from the front, but soon her hands moved down to touch her breasts. God, it felt good! It had been months since someone had been this gentle with her.

El felt a little shudder of heat, like a tiny orgasm, that flowed from her nipples to her pussy. She knew she was getting wet and got even wetter when Tami leaned in and nuzzled her cheek next to hers.

"You are so beautiful, you know that?” Tami whispered in her ear.

El didn't know what to say. So she brought her hands up to touch Tami's breasts. The woman's nipples were hard points, just like hers.

Tami pulled away and stood up. “Come on. I can't give you a proper backrub unless you're lying down."

El knew a lot more than that would happen and the thought excited her. She knew this wouldn't be a one-way session, where she gave all the pleasure. They went into the bedroom and Tami pulled down the covers. El started to get in, but Tami stopped her.

"No, you don't need these,” she said, unzipping her skirt and letting it fall to the ground. Her hands returned to remove her panties. El just stood there, not objecting at all as she was stripped naked.

"What about you?"

Tami nodded and let the rest of her clothes fall away. It was the first time El had seen the woman naked. She had a firm body, a little thicker than El's, no doubt due to the exercise a police officer gets on the job. Her nipples were hard, her breasts firm. El glanced down to see the furry mound covering her pussy and wished it were trimmed, like hers.

Tami seemed to read her thoughts. “What? Too hairy?"

"No, it's fine. Really."

"You're just being nice. I know I've let it go. You don't have to worry about such things when you rarely date anyone."

"Why not?” El thought an attractive woman like Tami would have plenty of attention.

"Because I don't want to date cops—too close to home and they make lousy husbands. And I don't get to meet many ‘regular people.’ So I just don't do anything."

"I'm sorry to hear that. You're a very attractive woman.” She paused. “Are you gay?"

Tami laughed. “Well, I'm standing here naked with another naked woman, about to give her a backrub and who knows what else. So I guess you'd have to say I'm at least bi. I hope you're okay with this. If you're not, speak up now."

El smiled. No one had ever asked her what she thought before. “I'm okay with it. You're so nice."

Tami made El lie face down and used more lotion to massage her back, moving down to the golden globes of her ass. El laid perfectly still, every muscle loose, as Tami worked on her. When she reached her upper thighs, El felt another little shiver go through her and her legs came apart. Her pussy leaked.

Tami pulled El's legs apart as she worked on her thighs, her hands tantalizingly close to her pussy. El made a soft noise in her throat that essentially said, “Go ahead,” and Tami allowed one finger to run up along the slit. It was immediately covered in wetness. El's legs fell apart a little more. Now two of Tami's fingers rubbed along the slit and El shuddered again.

El expected the woman would rub her to a quick orgasm, but Tami surprised her by moving away from her hot core and began rubbing her thighs, then her calves. El was in heaven, being stimulated far beyond anything she had felt in the last several months. Only when she was being fucked by Jack had she experienced this level of arousal.

Tami rubbed her feet now, using the lotion to sooth her tender flesh. El felt like she was floating away. Then her feet were dropped back on the bed and El waited for Tami's fingers to return to her wet slit. Please, she thought. Please.

The fingers didn't return. Finally, El looked up over her shoulder to see Tami grinning at her. “What?"

"I want some too. If I let you come, you'll be useless."

El laughed. “You're right. I'd be a puddle of goo and probably fall asleep. What do you want me to do?"

Tami cocked her head to the side. “Everything,” she whispered.

El turned over and opened her arms. Tami fell into her embrace.

Ellen came into Moose's office and shut the door behind her, leaving Tami out in the hallway, as usual. She stood up tall as she could, straightened her shoulders and smiled at her attorney.

"Wow,” Betty Montrose said at once. “You look ... different. More assured. That Dr. Butler must be doing you some good."

Ellen nearly snorted with derision. She moved to the desk and sat down in one of the two empty chairs in front. She took a deep breath. “I want you to tell the DA that I'm not going to testify against Jack."

"What?! What are you talking about?” She stood up, her eyes wide. “We have a deal!"

"I know. If she wants to file charges against me for the embezzlement, she can go ahead. Meanwhile, I want you to contact Jack's attorney and tell him I'll testify for the defense."

Moose shook her head. “I don't get it. Why would you do that?"

"Because Jack isn't to blame for what happened, not really. It was me."

"You're nuts if you think they're going to drop the charges."

Ellen shrugged. “Then we'll go to trial. I don't think the jury will convict him, do you?"

"I'm more worried about you. You could get fifteen years, if convicted."

"Maybe. But I don't think it will come to that."

"Why not?"

"Because we'll introduce evidence that the DA's psychiatrist used his treatment as an excuse to have sex with the troubled sex addict in the case."

Moose's jaw dropped and she sank back into her chair. “You're kidding."

"Nope."

"How did that happen?"

Ellen laughed. “I think that's obvious. I seemed to be the perfect victim. I'm a natural submissive, you know."

"But—” Betty shook her head. “Wait. Let's go back. You say Sawyer's not to blame? After what he did to you?"

"Let's just say, I've found out a lot about myself in the last few weeks. I figured out why I stayed with Jack, why I allowed him to control me."

"And why is that?"

"Because I needed it. I can't explain it any better than that."

Betty leaned back in her chair. “You needed it? How could you?"

"Some women are just...” she shrugged. “...that way. Jack allowed me to uncover that part of me."

"You sound as if you love the bastard."

"I do, in my own crazy way. But I wouldn't expect you to understand it."

"What will you do, if Franklin goes along with this? I mean, afterwards? Surely you wouldn't go back to Sawyer and pick up where you left off."

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Betty didn't speak for several seconds. Finally, she let out a sigh. “Okay, I'll make the proposal. But Franklin's probably not going to budge unless she hears about Butler. That okay with you?"

"Sure. I hope the bastard loses his license."

"If she's forced to drop this case, she'll be coming after you, you know."

"That's all right. If it comes to that, let her.” Ellen kept her eyes steady on hers so she'd know she meant it. “But I have the feeling Jack won't want to testify."

Moose nodded. “Okay. I'll go see her."

Ellen got up and paused at the door. “One more thing."

"Yeah?"

"I want my jewelry back.” She left, enjoying Betty's open-mouthed expression.

Tami fell in behind her as she headed toward the elevator. “What's up? You okay? You seem distracted."

"I'm fine, Tami. Let's go back to the hotel."

The next morning, Betty walked into Diane's office and sat down across from the ADA, her face smug, her eyes shining.

"So what's so damned important? I've got a trial to prepare for. We open in two weeks."

"I've come to tell you that Ellen has decided not to testify against Sawyer."

"What?” Diane was incredulous.

"In fact, we'd recommend that you drop the charges against Sawyer. Tell the press the evidence didn't stand up."

Diane jumped to her feet. “Are you nuts! He's a sexual deviant! We're not going to let him off! Besides, the press would have a general coronary.” Her eyes narrowed. “Why wouldn't she testify? If there's no trial, she's up for an embezzlement charge."

"I know that. I'd prefer that you let that go as well."

Diane shook her head. “You must be smoking something. It's never going to happen."

"If you go ahead with this, I have evidence that will make your office look ridiculous. You'll be the laughing stock of the town. Think you could get a conviction then?"

"What? What have you got?"

"Seems your shrink decided to take advantage of my very confused and sexually troubled client. Not only did he have sex with her in his office, but he attempted to bring in other men to fuck her.” She used the crude word on purpose and saw that it had the effect she'd sought.

The blood drained from Diane's face. Two red spots appeared on her cheeks. “Nooo,” she whispered.

"Yes. And I can prove it—if I'm forced to. The officer heard the commotion and can swear that she heard someone besides the doctor and Ellen in the room. And I'm sure we can find the gentlemen in question—one of them was the doctor's bookie."

Diane dropped her head down and rubbed her forehead with one hand. “Jesus."

Betty waited until Diane recovered. She actually felt sorry for the tough ADA. She knew this would be a big career setback for her.

When Diane could gather her thoughts, she asked, “Even if this was all true, what does it have to do with Ellen's testimony? Why wouldn't she want to see Sawyer get what's coming to him?"

"Ellen feels partially responsible for what happened with Jack. She, uh, was not totally acting out of duress."

"So you're saying, she liked it?"

Betty shrugged. “Something like that. She doesn't want Jack prosecuted and I don't want my client to face jail for theft. Besides, I doubt Jack would testify anyway. He's been paid in full."

"Crimes have been committed.” Diane was just stalling. She tried to come up with some way out. She was in a no-win situation and she hated it. At least if she knew what she was up against, she'd have a chance to save face. “We'd be hard-pressed to try to explain this away. I don't even have any idea what I would tell my boss."

"Well, you can give him Butler. That might help."

Diane nodded dully. They both knew it was a small consolation prize, but it was all she had.

"She did what?"

"It's true,” Sam said. “El's attorney asked Franklin to drop the charges against you. Said she had some blockbuster she was going to reveal at trial if she didn't. Diane is ready to spit fire she's so mad."

"What does El have?"

They were meeting in Sam's office on a sunny day in September. The trial, which had consumed the two men for weeks, now suddenly seemed in doubt. Sam slid open the middle drawer of his desk and leaned back, putting his number eleven shoes up on the improvised footrest.

"I don't know. Moose won't say, of course. You have any idea?"

Jack shook his head. “No.” He stared off into space. “I'm surprised. I never thought El would go out of her way to save me. I guess I was wrong."

"Whatever you have between you, I can't understand, but she clearly has feelings for you."

"Yeah, I guess so. I'm a little surprised."

"My guess is, you have some feelings for her, too."

"Yeah. I do. Who wouldn't? She's a good-looking woman. But I was blinded by my rage at first. Mostly, I liked seeing her in a subservient position, doing my bidding."

Jack rubbed his chin and scowled. “Do you know what the shrink said about her?"

"Diane hasn't given me the report yet. She said something about getting a new shrink. I don't know the full story over there yet. Of course, if the charges are dropped, it's moot anyway.” Sam put his feet down with a clunk and leaned over the desktop blotter, a stubby finger pointed at Jack. “You know, this makes sense in a strange sort of way. Remember what I said to you a couple of weeks ago? That this trial titillated the populace, rather than repelled them?"

"Yeah? I'm not sure I follow."

"Well, maybe that's why the case is falling apart. Maybe it's not just El, but maybe Diane's hearing through the grapevine that people don't really want to see you in prison for doing something every red-blooded American male would love to do. Remember, you said it—and you were right—all we'd need is to have some good men impaneled and we'd wind up with a hung jury."

"Yeah, but if that happened, the DA would probably refile, don't you think?"

"Maybe. They're in a no-win situation no matter what happens. If they forge ahead with a trial, Moose will uncover her big secret and...” he shrugged. “...it might work, it might not. Knowing her, she's got something good. If it doesn't work, we still can appeal to the men on the jury to let you off. Then the DA faces the impossible choice of refilling and going through the whole thing all over again, or dropping the charges and looking like they can't stop crime in the city."

"What do you think they'll do?"

"Oh, I expect a phone call, any minute now.” He gave a broad grin. “They're going to offer a plea bargain."

"What kind of plea bargain?"

"The best kind. They know you'll reject anything that involves prison, right? So they have to offer you a misdemeanor deal. Maybe sexual imposition. Give you a fine and some probation."

"You think that will be enough for Franklin to save face?"

Sam laughed. “No, but that's her problem. It's the best she can do."

Jack drove back to the factory, his mind swirling with possibilities. He was confused by El's actions. He had to admit that he missed her. He just hadn't known, up until this moment, that she missed him as well. How could that be? He hardly ever fucked her anymore. He made her have sex with other men and parade about the shop half-naked. She was a sex object, that was all. Wasn't she? And yet, she went to bat for me. She doesn't want to testify. She must feel she shares the blame for what happened to her.

His mind drifted back to the beginning of their unusual relationship, back when he had first hired her. There had been other candidates—men—who were more qualified. Ellen was certainly competent, but he had to admit, there was something more. He had been attracted to her. He liked the idea of having her around. It wasn't consciously sexual—she was married, after all. Yet there was some flirting there. He had been very careful, of course, not to tease her if she didn't respond. But she did respond. She had enjoyed the attention. They went no further than some gentle, verbal banter.

Yes, Jack came to learn that Ellen's marriage wasn't perfect. Far from it, in fact. He made sure not to interfere or to tempt her. Whenever the subject of her marriage to Bill came up, he had remained silent. Perhaps she was sounding him out, trying to see how he might react if she were single again. Was she interested in him as well? If so, why embezzle from someone you supposedly cared about?

No, there was something else going on, something he clearly didn't understand. She sabotaged her own career—for what? A chance to make Jack furious at her? A chance to ruin her marriage? And her reputation? To go to prison?

Was it all because El was driven to be a subservient sex slave? It seemed impossible.

He pulled into the parking lot. There seemed to be more media trucks today. Did they get word of the deal or is it just because the trial's about to open?

He got out of the car and was immediately surrounded by the gaggle of reporters. Despite the crush, he felt more in control now than he had over the last six weeks. Questions flew at him.

"Jack! What's your strategy for the trial?"

"Have you talked to Ellen lately?"

"What's happening to your business as a result of all this?"

He smiled and shook his head. “Come on, guys, you know I can't talk about it."

A short, intense reporter from the local paper pushed forward and said in a low voice, “Is it true that the case is falling apart? That the DA is backtracking?"

Jack couldn't disguise his startled expression. “Where-where did you hear that?"

The reporter jumped in. “So it's true? What's happening? Can you tell us?"

The other journalists stopped and stared at the dark-haired man. Then they started in on him, as if he were the celebrity.

"Whattya got, Steve?"

"Yeah, what's this about? Where did you hear this from?"

Steve shook his head at the crowd. “Forget it. You guys need to do your own work.” He turned back to Jack. “Come on, Mr. Sawyer, I know you've heard something."

"I can only say that my attorney and I are busy preparing for the trial, which we fully expect to open next Monday. If the DA has something different to say, you should ask Franklin."

He pushed through the group and entered the building. He spotted Gloria in the hall and tried not to grimace. With the case in doubt, he'd soon be free to do as he pleased. Gloria was not long for this place.

She spotted him almost at the same time and scurried away, as if he might come after her with a tire iron. That's twice that female employees have turned on him, he mused. He got revenge on one by turning her into a sex slave and he will get revenge on the other by firing her. He went into his office.

The call came an hour later. He had been looking over the projections and was in a very bad mood, seeing how Sawyer Manufacturing had lost fully thirty-one percent of last year's business. He had already laid off ten employees, but it appeared he'd have to lay off at least ten more to keep the finances on an even keel. The business was far less fun to manage than it had been last year.

When the phone rang, he half-expected it to be another customer, canceling another order. Instead, he heard the voice of his attorney on the line.

"Jack? Great news! Franklin just called. They're folding up like a cheap tent in a windstorm. She's ready to offer you a reduced charge with probation and a two-thousand dollar fine."

"What's the charge?"

"Second degree sexual imposition. Normally, it carries a six- to nine-month prison term, but she's agreed to waive that. Probation would be for two years. It's a great deal, Jack."

Jack almost felt disappointed. He had been burning with curiosity about what blockbuster Ellen would have revealed at trial. Now he might never know. Plus, he'd have a record, even if it was only a misdemeanor. On the positive side, it might allow him to save his business.

"You think I should take it?"

"Take it? Of course you're going to take it! You understand that under the original charges, you faced twenty years?"

"I know. Okay, it sounds good.” He paused. “But—what happens to Ellen?"

"Ellen? Oh, they dropped the embezzlement charges against her as well. She's free to go. I suppose she'll leave town, try to live this down. I mean, wouldn't you?"

"Yeah.” Jack felt a pang deep inside and wondered if he'd ever get to see her again.

"You don't sound thrilled."

"Oh, I am,” Jack recovered quickly. “It's just, you know, all so sudden. I'm still processing it."

"Well, get over it. Diane's going to give a press conference in an hour to announce the deal. I have to call her back and give her our decision."

"Yeah, go ahead. I'll take it."

Jack stayed in his office for the next hour, trying to concentrate on his work. He turned the TV on and kept the sound down so he wouldn't miss the announcement. When it came, it all seemed so surreal, as if they were talking about someone else.

Diane Franklin stood up before the huge crowd of reporters and announced the plea bargain. She tried to put a positive spin on things, but the reporters weren't buying it. They were going to be deprived of the best trial in a decade and they demanded to know why. Diane fielded the questions as best she could, but she was clearly flustered and frustrated. When she left the podium, it was more of an escape from the brutal questioning than a dignified retreat.

Jack turned the sound down when the reporter faced the camera to give her summary. He didn't want to hear any more. He knew the crowd outside would grow and he'd have to fight his way through it. He thought about where he might go from here. Should he stick it out and be the butt of jokes in the community for the next decade? Or should he sell out, buy a sailboat and disappear? He smiled ruefully. As pleasing as that idea sounded, he knew he had to stick around for his probationary period. After that, he could run away, if he was so inclined.

The phone rang. He picked up, expecting Sam. “Jack?” The soft, lilting voice made his heart pound.

"El ... Ellen?” He couldn't believe it.

"Yes, it's me."

"Does your attorney know you're calling?"

"No, she'd have a fit, I'm sure.” She breathed lightly into the phone and Jack could picture her perfectly in his mind. “I assume you saw the press conference."

"Yes, yes I did. And I understand you helped destroy the DA's case against me. I think I owe you a thanks—and an apology."

"An apology? For what?"

"For what? For, you know, making you do all those things."

"Jack, I think we should talk. Can we meet somewhere, sometime?"

"Why, sure. I have to check with Sam—"

"No, don't. I mean, please don't. The attorneys will tell us it's a horrible idea."

"Well, sure. I mean, the criminal part of the case is over, but I have been convicted, so I expect you'll be suing me next."

She spoke firmly. “I won't sue you, Jack."

He was taken aback. “Why not? I probably would, if I were you."

"Jack, in the last six months, how much have I earned, you know, according to our little deal?"

Jack called up the spreadsheet on his computer and said, “Looks like a little more than one hundred thousand."

"And you've said that's mine, right?"

"Right. I won't cheat you, Ellen."

"I know, Jack. If you sent that over to my attorney, that would satisfy me as far as any lawsuit goes. I'll have her draw up some paperwork."

Jack was stunned. “Well, sure. Thanks."

There was an awkward pause. Then she said, “I know you've got a lot to think about and to do in the next week or so. Why don't I call you back, here, later on? If you want to talk, we can meet. If you don't, we won't."

"Uh, okay. Sure.” Jack didn't want to tell her he missed her. That he thought about her all the time.

"I feel like a secret agent,” Jack said as he slipped off his raincoat and slid into the darkened booth across from Ellen. He no longer thought of her as “El"—that name and what it represented had been burned out of him during the weeks of intense publicity following his arrest. They were meeting at Yancy's, a restaurant thirty miles outside of town. Both had taken care to shake off anyone who might be following them, but it was mere precaution.

In the two weeks following the press conference, life for Jack had returned to a near-semblance of normalcy. The press had disappeared from his parking lot and moved on to a new scandal—a local psychiatrist was being investigated for having sex with a nameless patient. Jack's customers had begun to drift back, although every man expressed disappointment that El was no longer available. Jack believed many felt guilty for publicly yanking their business when privately they had enjoyed El's charms.

"Hi, Jack."

The sound of his first name, coming from Ellen, startled him. She had called him “Mr. Sawyer” for months, years even, and now she seemed to have regained her old CFO persona.

"Can I buy you a drink?” Jack looked around for the waiter.

"I'm all right,” Ellen said, holding up her glass of white wine. “I got here a little early."

The waiter approached. “I'll have a martini, on the rocks,” he told him. The waiter vanished.

"This is a surprise, I have to admit. I figured you'd be really angry at me."

"Yes, I should be, shouldn't I? But I'm not. Do you have any idea why?"

"Uh, no, not really.” Jack thought maybe Ellen was so caught up with remorse over the embezzlement that being his sex slave made sense somehow, but that seemed a weak reason following his arrest.

The waiter returned to place a cold martini in front of Jack. It gave Ellen time to take a deep breath.

"Well..."

Jack took a sip of his drink and waited.

"I'm not sure how this is going to sound to you."

"Try me. I promise to keep an open mind."

"OK.” Her dark eyes fastened on Jack's. “You probably know that you couldn't have gotten me to do those things if ... well, if I didn't agree to them. I mean, I could've chosen prison. Or I could've had you arrested after a short time and maybe even gotten a lighter sentence myself."

"As I recall, prison terrified you."

"Yes, yes it did. But there was more going on."

Jack raised an eyebrow but didn't speak. He knew this to be true, but he'd never fully been able to explain it. He hoped Ellen could.

Ellen blushed. “I know this sounds strange, out in the light of day to be saying this, but ... Jack, I needed to become your ... um, slut.” She turned an even brighter shade of red and looked away.

"Oh, please don't be embarrassed. I suspected something like that."

"It was actually my crooked shrink who got me to see the light. He helped me to understand why I'm so easily used."

"Listen, I'm sorry about—"

"No, don't be. It showed me, um, my proclivities. But only for the right man."

Jack raised both eyebrows. He put his drink back on the table, his eyes never leaving Ellen's.

Ellen put her palms out. “Jack, I don't expect anything to come of this. I just thought you should know. I, uh, liked being your ... well, under your control. It satisfied some deep inner desire I must've had since childhood or something.” She laughed lightly. “I don't pretend to know exactly why I'm this way. It probably has something to do with my father, or some of my early boyfriends.” She didn't explain further and although Jack was curious, he decided not to press it. “My shrink even suggested that I subconsciously sabotaged my marriage and my job, in order to start my life over in a different way. I'm not sure I can recommend going about it the way I did, but..."

"So you don't hate me?"

"No, Jack. Do you hate me?"

"No! Of course not."

"I did embezzle quite a bit of money from you."

"Yes.” He seemed embarrassed. “I was paid in full. The anger's gone."

"Good.” Ellen took another sip of her drink. “You showed me a side of myself that's both terrifying and exciting. I lived the life I guess I always wanted to. To be a complete sex object, to be desired by many men, to be told what to do, without thinking about it.” She shook her head. “I think I've almost gotten it out of my system. Almost."

"So you kind of miss it?” Jack couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"Well, if you think I'd like to report to work Monday as your company slave, no. I don't miss it that much. But I do miss part of it. The abandonment of all responsibility. Awaiting your orders. Doing your bidding. It's somehow quite freeing, you know."

Jack shook his head. “No, I don't know.” He chose his next words carefully. “So, what are you going to do now? For a job, I mean?"

"I don't know. If I had my way, I'd be a kept woman to some rich man. Just lie about the pool all day and eat bon-bons."

"And be his, um, slut?"

Ellen tipped her head. “That's the sixty-four-thousand-dollar question, isn't it? For most men, no, I don't think so. But for the right man, yes, I would."

Jack was stunned, but he covered it well. “How do you go about finding the right man?” He really wanted to ask, Would you want to stay with me?

"I don't. I guess I just have to hope he finds me.” Her eyes locked on to his.

"No you don't.” Now it was his turn to blush. “I mean, you don't have to find him. You've already found him."

"Oh, Jack, that's nice to hear and all, but I think we have too much baggage between us, don't you?"

"Maybe. All I know is, I've missed you these past few months. I was almost looking forward to the trial so I could see you again. How strange is that?"

She smiled and the room seemed to brighten. “I missed you too, Jack."

"Really? I figured you'd be gleefully planning your testimony, plotting your revenge."

"No, even from the start, when Franklin made me that offer I couldn't refuse, I didn't want to go through with it. Consciously, I was appalled by my behavior, but subconsciously, I knew I had myself to blame. I didn't want to see you go to prison any more than me."

Jack took another sip and finally asked the question that had been on his mind since his attorney had told him the case was imploding. “So, tell me, Ellen, what was the big secret that caused the D.A. to back down?"

She smiled again. “Maybe that should be my little secret."

He reached across the table and touched her forearm. He felt a sudden rush of emotion, almost like electric sparks. “I could always command you to tell me."

She placed her free hand on top of his. “Well, if you put it that way, I guess I'll have to.” She paused for effect. “You know that when I was taken from your factory, I was still a bit, um, addled. I had sex on the brain, thanks to you and that damn jewelry. People picked up on that. The shrink the DA hired to evaluate me screwed me instead. I was so eager to please and lost that I substituted them for you, I guess. Someone told me to do something and I did it."

"So that's the shrink I've been reading about! You were the patient? And you threatened to testify to that in court?” Jack couldn't believe it.

"Yes."

Jack sat back, stunned. His martini sat forgotten on the table. “Now I understand things better. About why the cases fell apart, I mean."

"The DA wanted to try me for the embezzlement, but I told my attorney that I doubted you'd testify against me. Was I right?"

He nodded. “You bet. I couldn't've gone through with it."

They each sipped their drinks, thinking about their close calls.

Jack asked suddenly, “Do you have a place to stay?"

"Since the trial was dismissed, I've been living at the hotel. Tami—the officer—is gone, but the management checks on me. My attorney expects my finances will be straightened out soon."

"Yes. I sent over a check to your lawyer last week. I'm surprised you haven't gotten it by now."

"Oh, I guess there are a lot of expenses they have to take out.” She sighed. “They're treating me like a child, you know. Like I don't have a brain in my head."

"Just make sure no one steals from you. You should have enough to live on for a while before you have to worry about working."

"Yeah. Thanks for that, Jack."

"Hell, you earned it.” Jack noticed that her hand was still resting on his and he thought about all the anger he had directed her way over the last two years. All the pain he had put her through. And yet, she's still here, forgiving him.

"I'm not sure I can let you go,” he said, blurting out the truth.

"I'm not I'm sure I'm the submissive little slut I was before,” she responded and there it was. If they were to get together, it would have to be on her terms.

"You got it all out of your system?"

She tipped her head. “Mostly."

"But there's part of you that still needs it, right?"

"I don't know. I'm still processing all that."

Jack understood her reluctance to talk about her future. “What will you do next? Will you stick around?"

"Just until the check clears. Then, I don't know."

Jack gave her a half-grin. “You really have this all figured out, huh?"

She laughed. The sound was pleasing to his ears. “OK. I admit it—I'm a mess. I'm confused, I'm embarrassed and I feel remorse. Right now, I think the best thing to do is to leave town and try to start again somewhere else."

"I'm sorry to hear that, but I understand.” He shrugged. “I'd leave too, if I didn't have to stick around for this probation."

Silence descended over the pair. There seemed little else to say.

Finally, Jack finished off his drink and placed it carefully down in front of him. His eyes locked onto hers. “Will I ever see you again?"

"I don't know. I'm not trying to be coy, I just simply don't know what's going to happen next. I have people offering me book deals, guest spots on news shows—but I don't want to exploit myself for financial gain.” She laughed. “How ironic is that?"

Half of Jack's face crinkled in response. “I'm really going to miss you, Ellen."

"And, I'm sure, in my own way, I'll miss you too."

They stood, suddenly awkward with each other.

"You know where to reach me, if you ever want to talk or drop me a line."

"I know."

"Well, ‘bye."

"Goodbye, Jack.” She reached up suddenly and kissed him on the cheek, then pulled back, tears in her eyes. Jack reached up and touched his skin and felt that same electricity there.

"Are you sure we want to do this?"

"I don't know. If it's a mistake, I'll know it, later."

He nodded. “I'll walk you out.” He tossed a couple of bills on the table and followed her to the door. Outside, the sun had just dipped under the horizon, casting a red-orange glow across the sky. It seemed a magical moment.

He stood, shifting from foot to foot as Ellen unlocked her car. “Goodbye, again. Call me sometime.” Her hands were on the door frame. He placed his hands over hers.

She looked into his eyes. “Goodbye, Jack.” And she slipped her hands free and drove off. Jack watched her go, his heart sinking.

The next two years passed slowly for Jack. Ellen, as she had planned, left town almost immediately and he hadn't heard from her since. He concentrated on rebuilding his business, but quickly found his heart wasn't in it. Nevertheless, he went through the motions, all the while secretly planning to sell the business as soon as his probation was up. With new clients replacing some of those who had bailed out, he figured the operation was worth about ten million, of which he owned seventy-five percent. After taxes and expenses, he'd probably clear six million. A nice bit of change—but would it be enough? What would he do? He'd been wrestling with that question for months.

Six months before he was completely free of the justice system, Jack put out feelers to his competitors and soon had two firm offers. One company offered twelve million, but they planned to simply take Jack's customers and close down the plant, making all the equipment in Mexico and China, where labor costs were far cheaper. He didn't want to do that to his employees, although he was realistic enough to know that the day would come. He accepted the second offer, for nine-point-five million, on the promise that they would keep the plant intact for at least two more years. It was the best deal he could make.

When he went to his probation officer for the last time, he was semi-rich and at loose ends. He shook the officer's hand and said he was leaving town.

"Where will you go?"

"I don't know,” he said. “Somewhere away from here."

"A fresh start, eh? That's probably good. Just stay away from loose women.” He tried to make a joke, but it made Jack instantly angry. He covered it well.

"Yeah. Well, gotta go.” He left the office and walked to his car. He could've found Ellen—after all, she had been on his payroll, so he knew her Social Security number. Any private eye could've found her. But he had held off. She could've called him at any time. Clearly, she doesn't want to be found. He ought to be content to leave it alone.

He drove home. The house was up for sale and most of his furniture had already been sold or put into storage. He kept a bed, a couch, a television and a stereo. There was nothing to hold him here, yet he wasn't sure where he wanted to go.

When he pulled into the driveway, he was surprised to see a man standing on his porch. He got out warily, thinking it was a creditor or a salesman.

"Can I help you?” he asked, a bit sharply.

"Are you Jack Sawyer?"

His heart sank. A process server, he imagined. “Yes, yes I am."

The man approached with an envelope. “This is for you. Would you sign here?"

Jack looked at the envelope, but it had no return address. He signed hurriedly, his curiosity burning. The man thanked him and left. Jack stood on the porch, the letter heavy in his hands. He waited until the man drove away, then, with hands shaking, opened it.

Dear Jack,

I know I should've written before now. I always meant to, but something stopped me. I thought perhaps it would be best if I just disappeared and let you live your life. I would find somebody else and life would go on as it should. But I've kept in touch with my attorney, Betty Montrose, and she informed me that you were selling the business and leaving town yourself. She also said you have remained single. I felt I had to write and tell you what's going on in my life.

I needed this two years, Jack. I needed to figure out who I was and what I wanted. I went about as far away as I could, even began using my middle name and tried to start again. As Maria Sanchez, I'm anonymous, which is just the way I wanted it. No one here knows my past. I'm working part-time and being very frugal with the money I “earned” from you.

But it's not working for me. Something is missing. Believe it or not, I miss you. I miss what we had, even though by all rights I shouldn't. I guess it's true what Dr. Butler said—that I can't escape who I am. If you read this and feel the same loss I do, then come visit me, once you sell your business. If you'd rather put the past behind you, then just tear up this letter and forget you received it.

Yours,

Ellen Maria Sanchez

Jack stared at the address printed at the bottom. She was more than a thousand miles away, but it didn't matter. His entire world shifted from despair and depression to elation. Now his life had direction. He couldn't predict what would happen, but at least he had a direction.

He started packing that night.

Jack stopped by the realtor's office two days later and told his agent the house was completely empty now; everything was in storage. He gave him a cellphone number where he could be reached and said he'd write when he had a more permanent address.

He hit the road going south and drove non-stop for the next few hours. When he grew tired, he stopped at a motel and went to sleep in minutes. The next morning, he was at it again.

It took him three days to reach her. He arrived in the late afternoon, squinting through the windshield at the house numbers. Ellen—now Maria—lived in a modest rented house in a working class neighborhood. She had been frugal, he mused, as he pulled into her driveway.

Nervously, he rang the bell. He heard footsteps and for a moment he had a sudden urge to flee. He didn't know what to expect. Would she be as distant as she had been during their last meeting? Would she be glad to see him? Would she throw herself into his arms?

The door opened. Maria stood there, smiling, wearing a light blue top and shorts. There was a glow about her, as if she had just come back from a jog. Jack tried not to stare. She had cut her hair, but otherwise looked very much as she had two years ago.

"Hello, Jack. I wondered if I would see you.” She stepped back and allowed him to enter. She seemed tentative and Jack felt just as awkward. He followed her inside and they stood in the living room, more like strangers than old lovers.

Jack broke the ice first by being honest. “I'm glad you finally wrote to me. I'd just about given up hope. I figured you'd want to be left alone."

Ellen smiled and some of the warmth flowed back into the room. “I did, for many months. I tried to deny everything. Pretend it didn't happen. It helped to change my name, my hairstyle and my profession."

"You look great. I like your hair."

"Thanks.” She seemed embarrassed at the compliment. “Can I get you a drink?"

He nodded and she went into the kitchen to fix them. He followed her and was pleased to see her making martinis—she had remembered his drink. She handed him one and he took a sip. The gin was cold and soothed his throat.

They moved back into the living room and sat on a couch, separated by a few awkward inches. He tried to make conversation. “What are you doing now? For work?"

"Oh, I'm a hairdresser.” She laughed when she saw Jack's expression. “I know, I should be doing more. But I only work three days a week, four hours a shift and it's relaxing. Just cut hair and gossip with the ladies. I don't have to think much."

Jack wanted to hold her, kiss her, but he held off. She was so damn cute now, with her new haircut and bright attitude. She had come a long way since she had blindly obeyed him. And yet, there was something there. He could feel his cock stir in his pants.

"Can I take you out to dinner?” he asked suddenly.

She smiled. “Sure. I'd like that."

He waited while she showered and changed. She came back wearing a simple cotton print dress that zipped up the back and came down to her ankles. It gave no hint of the treasures within. Yet all Jack had to do was close his eyes and he could see her naked body again.

They went to a Mexican restaurant that Maria recommended. Jack had some trouble thinking of her as Maria. She seemed different, to be sure, but there was a lot of Ellen in her.

After the waiter had taken their orders, Jack boldly put his hand over hers. “I've been hoping you would contact me."

"I debated it. At first, it just seemed like a really bad idea, but as time went on, I felt we had some unfinished business between us."

"I've felt the same way, Ellen—I mean, Maria."

She smiled at the gaffe. “Yeah, but for the life of me, I can't think of what that should be."

Jack laughed. “Me, either. I just feel drawn to you."

"Oh, maybe you're just drawn to the so-called perfect woman I was to you—you know, all tits and cunt, no brain. Ready to spread my legs for you at any time."

Her harsh words shocked him, and excited him at the same time. “Yeah, right.” He shook his head. “I guess it's true-all men are pigs."

"Yeah. But we women keep putting up with you guys.” She spoke the truth, he knew, but there was a lilt to her voice.

"Maybe it's our rugged charm."

"Yeah. That must be it.” She smiled again, lighting up the room.

The waiter came with the hot plates and for a few minutes, they ate, almost grateful for the silence. Jack worried he might say something stupid, something that would ruin everything. He tried to figure out what lay ahead and he couldn't. His id wanted El back, just like she once was. His ego knew better—she was different now, more self-assured. And yet he couldn't quite let go of the past. God, listen to me, he thought. I'm a shallow, self-absorbed, sexist pig, just as she thinks I am. Just by thinking like this, I'm ruining everything.

"What did you expect, from writing me?” He blurted, then wondered if he had been too bold.

She put down her fork and studied him, chewing nervously on her lower lip. Jack again resisted the urge to kiss it. “I don't have any expectations, if that's what you're worried about."

"I'm not worried.” Suddenly, he grew tired of the banter. He decided to lay his cards on the table. “All right. Here it is: I think I want to be around you. At least for a while. Would that be all right with you?"

"You want to stay here? In town?"

"I want more than that. I want to stay with you. Or have you stay with me.” He shook his head, knowing immediately it was the wrong thing to say.

"No, it's too early for that.” She took another bite and swallowed carefully. “Let's take it slow, okay? I am flattered that you'd like to stick around. I thought maybe we'd just have a visit, then you'd be on your way."

"I'm at loose ends. I sold the business, you know."

"That went through? Moose said you'd been working on it. Is that what you really wanted?"

"Yes. It wasn't fun any more.” He drank a sip of beer, thinking how it wasn't fun because she had no longer been there. “Besides, if I decide I want to be a big businessman again, I can always start another company."

She laughed and Jack remembered how he had liked that sound. “I'm sure this town could use an entrepreneur."

"Well, that's later. For now, I just plan to live the life of ease."

"Good for you. You deserve a break."

They finished their meal and Jack drove her back home. She opened the door and started to get out. He reached out and lightly clasped her forearm. “Is it too soon for me to come in?"

She hesitated. Then she said, “Just for a drink, okay?"

He nodded and got out. He cock was hard in his pants and he jerked at the belt to try to make it more comfortable. He thought of all the times he could've made love to her and had not and wondered why he hadn't taken advantage of her more often. Was it because he didn't like the idea of sloppy seconds?

They went inside and Maria bustled about, turning on lights. She put on the radio, playing some soft jazz. “Martini?” He nodded. He wanted to grab her, crush her in his arms, kiss those pouty lips, run his hands through her tousled hair. His erection became almost painful and he turned away, rather than see him.

But she did see him. She paused by the makeshift bar and carefully placed her glass on the counter. She came to him, her hand low. It touched his cock through his pants. He tried to turn away again, but she held him with her free hand on his upper arm. He allowed her to rub it, remembering all those times when she would touch him, suck him, be naked for him.

He groaned softly, under his breath. Her hand went to the zipper and eased it down. His cock sprang out from his boxer shorts and into the soft palm of her hand. Her light, warm fingers enveloped the hardened shaft.

"It's just like I remembered it,” she cooed.

"I thought you were just going to give me a drink and send me away."

"I meant to. I thought that's what I should do. But now, touching you, I'm thinking I was wrong.” She caught his eye. “You feel it too."

"Yes.” He wondered if she would ever be submissive again, or was that part of her past as well. He ached to relive those experiences, even as he felt shame to wish it so.

He leaned down and kissed her, sharing the spices from the meals they had eaten. She responded hungrily, her mouth open to his. Her hand never left his cock, moving up and down, tormenting him.

His hands went to the back of her dress and started to unzip it. He half expected her to say, No, Stop, but she didn't, so he eased her zipper down and allowed the dress to fall from her shoulders.

She wasn't wearing any underwear. Jack knew she had made a statement and he was glad, for he was on the same wavelength. Her breasts were just as he remembered them: proud and copper-colored. He glanced down and noticed the Sawyer logo was missing—she'd had it removed. He was glad—to still have it today would be obscene, not sexy.

He leaned down and hooked one arm behind her knees, then picked her up and carried her toward the bedroom. She giggled and hugged him. He put her carefully on the bed while he undressed.

Naked, he climbed over her. His hard cock danced over her thighs. “Wait,” she said suddenly, putting a hand up against his chest.

He pulled back. “What? A condom?” he said, a little disappointed.

She smiled. “No, I just wanted to see if you'd wait."

He laughed and lay down on top of her. He kissed her and rubbed her nipples. He felt his cock touch between her legs and could feel the wetness there.

"What happened to your jewelry?"

"I didn't feel right, putting it on myself,” she said simply.

He kissed her again and reached down between her legs to touch the core of her. Her slit was sopping wet and her clit a hard nubbin that strained toward his fingers. She groaned when he touched it.

"I think you've missed me,” he said and pressed his cock into her about one inch. She shuddered and widened her legs for him. He teased her, moving his cock in and out in tiny thrusts until she cried out.

"Please!"

"Please, what?"

"Please ... sir,” she said, teasingly and he rewarded her by plunging deep inside her. She gasped aloud and climaxed, holding his body tightly to hers. He gave her a few seconds to come down, then began to stroke. She came again ... and again—it was as if she had been saving up for months, years, even. His strokes increased and Maria climbed that mountain again, her mouth open, her eyes wide. “God,” she whispered, “Oh, fuck me, fuck me."

He obliged and when he felt his seed ready to boil, he thrust hard into her and erupted, shooting his essence deep inside. They clung together like lost souls, loving this moment and each other.

Finally, Jack eased his softened cock out of her and lay beside her on the bed. “Wow,” he said simply.

"Wow, indeed,” she responded, resting her hand on his stomach.

"That was special. Very special."

"Yes, it was. Almost like old times."

He wondered about that “almost.” Was something missing? He decided to change the subject. “I never did get my drink,” he teased.

"You want it now?"

"Actually, yes, I do. But I'll get it,” he said.

"What's this? The master to wait on the slave?"

"Yeah. Call it the new paradigm.” He started to rise, but she grabbed his arm.

"No."

"What?"

"No. Please allow me."

Jack looked down at her, a wry smile on his lips. “It's just a drink. I'm not going to suddenly let you dom me."

"Good. Because you see...” She trailed off and Jack knew better than to break the moment. He waited. “I thought I was over it. You know, the submissiveness. I told you I had gotten it out of my system."

"I remember.” He nodded, encouraging her to continue.

"But it's part of me. I know that now. The thing is, it's only part of me with you. Can you understand that?"

"Yes. That's why you haven't become someone else's girlfriend, right?"

"Right. I've dated. I've even had a few lovers in the last two years. But no doms. It didn't feel right."

"But it feels right with me?"

"Yes. So why is that, do you think?"

He shrugged and sat up. “Because we have some sort of connection, I guess. Something that each of us needed."

She nodded. “That's what I was thinking.” She sat up and placed a hand on his cheek. “We should be angry at each other. We should want to be well rid of each other. Yet here we are, two years later, together again. I tried to go slow tonight, tell myself I didn't want to fuck you, but it was all I could think about."

"Me too. But I was afraid of rushing you, so I tried to be good."

"Oh, honey, you were good."

He laughed and pressed the hand against his cheek. “You weren't so bad yourself."

"So, bottom line—I want to go get you a drink. Don't feel weird about it, okay?"

"I won't. In fact, I think it's wonderful. I missed having you around and not just because you were good for business."

"But you didn't fuck me much, you know. You usually just handed me over to some other guys."

"I know. I was mixed up with anger and desire and the power of my domination over you, I suppose. I think I got as much enjoyment out of fucking you as knowing you had to fuck whomever I said to."

"Right. And you know what? I got just as much out of that as you did. Let's face it, I'm a slut at heart. I liked being at your mercy. Everything was out of my hands. And yet, that power in another man's hands could've been a disaster. In your hands, it just made me want to continue doing it forever."

"Yet you rebounded, after my arrest."

"Yes. There are two warring factions inside my head, the slut and the feminist. When I was with you, the slut loved it and the feminist was shocked by my behavior. Then afterwards, the feminist cheered and the slut slunk away, embarrassed. So I had to resolve it."

"And you have?"

Maria tipped her head. “As best I could, without having you around to talk to about it."

"So that's why you decided to write to me."

"Yes. I had to know. What I really wanted."

"I know it's too soon to tell, but—"

"No, it's not too soon. I knew it the moment you walked in. I just had to see if that's what you wanted."

"Yes, it's what I wanted too. Although I was sure you wouldn't. I mean, how could you, I thought. You were so thoroughly taken advantage of, I felt kind of like a real jerk, you know?"

She nodded. “I know. But from my point of view, I felt like a real low-class woman. A true slut. Among women, that's as low as you can go."

"But you're drawn to it."

"Just as you're drawn to having a slut around."

Jack scooted up so he could lean back against the headboard. “Slave, my darling, go fix me a drink,” he voice was light, teasing. “And be quick about it or there will be punishment."

"Yes, master.” She smiled and stood up, magnificent in her nudity. She started to turn.

"Wait.” She paused, facing him, her breasts thrust out, her hips at a jaunty angle, the soft incurving line of her slit below. “I just want to look at you for a moment."

She stood there, smiling, as he admired her slim, copper body and how it curved so invitingly.

He sighed deeply. “Now, go make those drinks."

She winked at him and left. Jack put his hands behind his head and got the silliest grin on his face.

Jack looked out over the desert as he sipped his morning coffee. He loved the way the light played across the cliffs, changing from pale coral to ochre to flamingo to red. When he and El had gone on vacation in New Mexico three months ago, they had both fallen in love with the rugged beauty of the land. It had been a fluke that they had come across this house for sale. It was set well back in a canyon by itself, undisturbed by others and yet relatively close to Sante Fe, the capital. Jack ran a small machine shop there, although in truth, he spent most of his time at home, with his new wife. He allowed his foreman to run the business most of the time.

El—she had gone back to that name privately, at his request, although she remained Maria to everyone else—padded up the steps to the roof, naked, carrying a cup of coffee.

"It never stops being beautiful, does it?” she said.

Jack turned toward her, taking in her nut-brown body, once again adorned with the jewelry that he had purchased for her, long ago. He liked her naked most of the time and she was happy to oblige. No one else could see her and even if they could, so what? It was what he wanted. She loved to give him what he wanted for she got back so much more in return.

"No, it doesn't,” he said, staring at her nakedness, his meaning clear.

She shook her head. “You are incorrigible."

He opened one arm and she stepped into his, pressing her naked body up against his robe. With her free hand, she unfastened it and allowed her body to snuggle up against his bare skin. They sipped their coffee together, alternately looking at the desert view and each other.

"I'm glad you sabotaged your life,” he said, rubbing a whiskered chin against her ear. She giggled and pulled away.

"If I had known that I would end up here, I would've done it long ago."

"Funny how things work out."

They separated and she glanced down to see his cock semi-hard. “Ohh, looks like junior is awake—again."

He chuckled. “He just can't get enough. After last night, I figured I'd be limp for a couple of days, at least."

She stroked him and his cock instantly came erect. “I think you're sadly mistaken.” She put her cup down on the ledge and eased to her knees. Her hungry mouth opened to envelope him.

"Hey, did I say you could do that?"

"Thorry, maastr,” she mouthed around his spear of flesh. “Wann me a thop?"

"No, don't you dare."

Their master-slave relationship had evolved in the six months since Jack had returned to El's life. He didn't bark out commands and she didn't mindlessly obey his every request. They had moved beyond all that. He was still the boss—her constant nudity was one reflection of that—but the relationship had deepened and mellowed. Simply put, they loved each other. She still had a need to be submissive and he played her like a fine piano, never hitting a sour note. But he never pounded on the keyboard. There were no outrageous demands, no sharing of her body with clients or strangers.

He did enjoy his little games. His current favorite was to make El wear a short skirt and a blouse with no underwear and take her out to dinner. The stares they got made him hard and often he would fuck her up in an alleyway on the way back to the car. He'd just press her up against a wall and enter her, hard and fast. She thrilled at the excitement without the danger. She would have gone a lot further, had he asked her to and she suspected he might, someday. Whatever he wants, I'll do. Because I know he would protect me.

"What shall we do today?” He asked, rhetorically, as she sucked on his hard cock.

"Mmmum, wat uh wanna uh?” Her mouth never left his cock.

"I don't know. Maybe we could go get some new clients...” It was a regular joke and she finally pulled away, leaving his cock glistening in the morning light.

"You want me to fuck them for you?” She knew her lines too.

"Maybe. I mean, you're a fine piece of ass and it's a shame not to use it."

"Aren't we using it?"

"Oh, yes, but I'm just being selfish, you know, to keep you to myself. Think of how big Sawyer Machining could be if we only applied ourselves!"

"Whatever you say, master.” She returned to his cock.

Of course, that would never happen and they both knew it. Although they were fifteen hundred miles from his former business, they wouldn't risk another scandal. But talking about it was perfectly fine.

She began to deep-throat him and he soon felt on the edge of coming. He didn't want to waste his seed in her mouth. He wanted to plunge into that sweet pussy.

"Wait,” he said, pulling back. “Get up on the picnic table."

She rose fluidly and lay back on it, lifting her legs to perch the heels on the edge. She looked so inviting. He allowed his robe to fall from his shoulders and posed there for a second, taking in the beautiful view. Then he eased into her and leaned down to kiss her coffee-flavored lips.

"You think this time will be the charm?"

"I hope so, although we can still practice, can't we?"

El had gone off the pill two months ago and they'd been trying to get pregnant ever since. He loved the idea of planting his seed deep into her womb, to grow a life there, to have children running around their large estate. He knew their lives would change drastically. No more casual nudity, no more fucking all over the house, no more open displays of domination/submission. Not that they considered human sexuality something that should be hidden away, but they knew that children might talk about it to their friends and that could bring about unwanted scrutiny.

El had been thrilled with the decision, although she would've gone on as they were just as easily. The last few months had been the happiest of her life.

Jack's cock filled her up and slipped in and out, eased by her copious wetness. She was always wet, it seems. Just being naked near Jack caused her to flow like a stream, waiting for his touch, his fingers, his cock. She moaned and opened her legs wider, wanting him to go deeper, if possible. She wanted to feel the head pierce her stomach.

El put her hands on his shoulders as they rose and fell. His cock seemed to grow bigger, if possible. She began to talk to him, telling him how good it felt, how hard he was, how everyone could see them up here on the roof if they happened to come down their road. Each remark drove him onward. She talked about how she had fucked other men for him, how their cocks had emptied themselves into her, how they compared to his—always unfavorably, of course.

"You have a big cock ... it's filling me up ... it's splitting me wide open. My god, honey! I can't take it anymore! I'm going to explode! Oh!"

With a roar, Jack came hard inside her, triggering her own climax. She could feel his sperm splash into her womb, taste it in the back of her throat. She let out a guttural cry and hugged him tightly. For several long minutes, they didn't move, his cock still buried deep inside her.

His cock softened and El could sense the fluids running down the crack of her ass and onto the picnic table. Her butt hurt a little and she wondered if she had splinters. It didn't matter a damn.

"If that doesn't make you pregnant, I don't know what will,” Jack gasped.

"If it didn't, I'd be surprised."

He pulled out and a gush of fluids followed him. She reached down to cup it with her fingers and brought up some to taste. El started to get up, but Jack held her in place with a gentle hand.

"No, stay there. It will help the little sperm guys if you lie still."

She smiled and lay back. “But what about your cock? It so needs to be sucked clean."

He climbed up on the table next to her and pulled her head to his wet cock. She licked it, making loud slurping noises and causing Jack to giggle. He pulled back and admired his wife.

"Who would've thought we'd end up like this."

El patted her stomach. “No one. I was nothing more than your sex object."

"And what a beautiful one you were, too."

"A slut, waiting for your orders."

"And you obeyed them to a tee."

"I had to; otherwise, I'd be beaten."

He laughed. “I didn't beat you enough, I can see that."

"That's true. I remember sometimes I'd do something bad, just to get a spanking."

"I know. You liked the spankings too much. That surprised me, I guess. If I had known, I would've made it a regular part of your work week. You know, have select people come in and give you a good thrashing on your bare bum."

"Ohhh, I would've hated that—and loved it."

"You are one sick chick, you know that?"

"Yeah.” She rolled off and stood up. Jack's eyebrows came up.

"Hey! Are you sure you gave those little sperm guys enough of a chance?"

"No. I'm bad. I got up too soon. I'm defying you."

He tsked at her. “You little slut. Go get me my riding crop."

"Oh, no!” she said in mock horror. “Not that!"

"You heard me. Go get it."

She left, her bare feet padding downstairs. In seconds, she was back, the black riding crop in her hand. It was finely made, about twenty inches long, with a flat fold of leather at the tip. Jack swished it in the air for a few seconds, seeing El flinch, even as she licked her lips.

"Bend over the table,” he ordered and she did so, gripping the edges with both hands. Her breasts flattened against the painted wood surface.

He eyed her perfect ass: heart-shaped and almond brown. He gave her a tentative slap and she flinched. “Oh, master, you're killing me,” she said coyly.

He struck her again, harder and El groaned. He looked down and saw his cock was again becoming erect.

"God, what you do to me, woman,” he said, hugging her tightly from behind.

"That's it? That's your idea of punishment?” She laughed, low in her throat.

"Hang on, I'm just taking a break.” His cock pressed against slit and was immediately drenched in her fluids.

She sighed elaborately. “Very well, master. Have your way with me. I live to serve."

"The perfect woman,” he said, slipping inside of her.

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