Enslaved (18 page)

'So, you've been fooling him all the time?'

'Yes, I have.'

'But he told me that you'd been with another man, and with two girls, and that...'

'I can't explain it all, it's far too complicated. The reason I did what I did was because I didn't want Barry to discover that I'd conned him. If he ever finds out that I was fully aware

of what I was doing, that I cheated on him ...'

'I won't tell him, if that's what you're thinking! Look, Marianne, I don't offer contracts to companies in return for sex! What Barry proposed is ... well, it's not the way I do things - it's not the way I work. Not that I'm saying that I don't find you sexually attractive, because I do - very much so!'

'Why didn't you use the trigger word and...'

'As I said, it's not the way I work. I might be a ruthless businessman, but I don't
use
people, young women!'

'It's nice to know that there are some decent men around!' she smiled, somewhat disappointed that he wasn't going to use her for cold sex. 'Why are you so desperate for me to work for you?'

'Because I like you very much, I find you sexually attractive and...'

'But you're contradicting yourself, surely?'

'Why do you say that?'

'Because, on the one hand you're saying that you don't use people, and on the other hand you want me to work for you because you're sexually attracted to me! Don't you want me to work for you because I have the capability, the skills you require?'

'Yes, I do. But that doesn't mean to say that... Look, Marianne, I'll be honest with you. I've known Barry for some time - and Saunders, his boss. Barry is about to get the big E - he's about to lose his job and I...'

'Lose his job! But why?'

'I don't know the ins and outs of it. Anyway, I don't want to see you suffer because Barry's out of work.'

'I'm suffering already, what with the way he's using me!'

'Yes, that's what I mean! Anyway, I don't know why you're so worried about cheating on him - he has one affair after another. He's used you ail along, Marianne. I shouldn't be telling you this, but when we met the other evening and I saw your.. . when I noticed that you weren't wearing any knickers, I knew that Barry had put you up to it to help him secure the contract.'

Her face flushing, Marianne closed her thighs, wondering what else Brooke-Smith knew about Barry. But she was to blame, she reflected. She'd deliberately flashed her pussy, delighted in exposing her feminine intimacy to Brooke-Smith.

'It's not all Barry's fault,' she sighed. 'I knew full well what I was doing, so I'm as much to blame. Anyway, I know that he's been having affairs, someone told me all about Barry when they thought I was under. . . The whole thing's ridiculous! I wish I'd never played the stupid games, I wish I'd never invented a trigger word!'

'But you wouldn't have discovered that Barry had been ...'

'That's true. The thing is, I can't walk out on Barry. We own the house jointly, and the furniture, and if he discovered that I'd been with men, and girls, with my eyes wide open, so to speak, he'd...'

'You'll have to do something! Unless you want to carry on the way things are.'

'I don't know what I want. You see, I've changed, Jonathan. I'm not the person I used to be. I enjoy... well, let's just say that I've discovered another side to me, as well as another side to Barry!'

'You're happy with the way things are, then?'

'I wouldn't say I'm happy Anyway, about the job - I'll need time to think it over. Until I decide what I'm going to do with my life, I can't really give you an answer.'

'Fair enough. I'm glad you came, Marianne. I'm pleased that we've talked about this, about Barry.'

'Yes, so am L Thanks for the drink. I'll...'

'Let me get you a cab.'

'No, no, I'll walk - it's not far,' she smiled, rising to her feet.

Shaking his hand as he stood before her, Marianne left the office and made her way outside, wondering aboutBrooke-Smith - and why Barry was going to get his marching orders from Saunders. But Barry had already said that he was thinking about giving his job up, so he probably wouldn't be bothered - especially as he thought he had Marianne's illicit earnings to live on!

Walking through the park, Marianne sat by the pond, gazing across the expanse of freshly-mown grass to Rod's house. Contemplating her ever-changing life, she thought about Rod, wishing she'd never mentioned the trigger word to him.
There s no chance of a proper relationship there!
she mused sadly, deciding not to visit him that day as he'd asked her to.
Maybe tomorrow, I don't know.

Turning her thoughts to Brooke-Smith again, she couldn't work him out.
Why on earth tell me all about Barry?
she wondered.
And why not use the trigger word?
There was more to Brooke-Smith's job offer than met the eye, she thought, wishing she hadn't confessed, told him of her trickery. He was probably trying to gain her confidence - get Barry out of her life and move in, ease his way into her life and... 'Sod them all!' she sighed. 'I'm making money from prostitution, and I don't care!'

Leaping to her feet, Marianne made her way home. Whatever the trigger word had or hadn't done, she'd had her eyes opened, realized not only the beautiful sensations her body had to offer but the money she could earn. 'No, I won't leave Barry!' she asserted. 'He thinks he's using me, but
I'm
using
himV

Walking down the street, she felt happy, happier than she had for a long time. Her amazing transformation was complete, she thought. The old Marianne was no longer.
Out with the old, in with the new!

Ringing Jill the minute she arrived home, Marianne decided to invite her round for the evening - and Lydia. 'Sorry about last night,' Marianne began as Jill answered. 'I was held up and couldn't get to a phone.'

'That's OK. We chatted to Barry for a while and then went to a pub for a drink so the evening was all right.'

'What about this evening? Come round this evening.'

'All right, I'll do that. Will Barry be there?'

'Why do you ask?'

'I... I just wondered.'

'I think he'll be going out. Yes, in fact, he did say this morning that he'd be out until quite late tonight,' Marianne lied, knowing that Barry would pretend to go out and then hide in the dining room.

'Oh, good!' Jill replied excitedly. 'Er... what I mean is, it's good that us girls will be alone together.'

'Yes, it is. Anyway, about seven, if that's OK?'

'Yes - see you at seven. I'll bring Lydia.'

'Oh, right. Yes, bring Lydia. OK, Jill, I'll look forward to it. Bye!'

Replacing the receiver, Marianne sat in the lounge imagining Jill and Lydia ordering her to strip. Picturing Lydia enjoying thrashing her taut buttocks, a quiver running up her spine, Marianne grinned. 'Not a bad day, so far! Five hundred pounds, the offer of a Mercedes, sex on the lawn with young Dave - and Barry's losing his job! Not a bad day at all!'

Again, her thoughts turned to Rod. Wishing she'd taken his phone number, she leaped from the armchair and bounded upstairs.
I need to get some practice in for Rod
, she mused, taking the mirror from the landing wall and carrying it to the bedroom. Placing the mirror on the floor, she slipped her miniskirt and T-shirt off and grabbed the plastic container from the dressing table.

Grinning as she squatted over the mirror, she lubricated the container with baby lotion and parted her taut buttocks, gazing at the reflection of her tightly-closed anal portal. Twisting and pushing the container, she was delighted as it slipped into her anal sheath with ease - stretching her sensitive inner flesh, filling her pelvic cavity.

'God, I'm getting good at this!' she giggled, slipping the container deeper into her bowels, crudely forcing open the once sacrosanct entrance to her inner core. 'Tomorrow, I'll use something even bigger!' she decided. Gazing into the mirror at her yawning vaginal crack, she grinned. 'God, how I love my body!' she laughed, imagining men's eyes gazing at her there, at her crudely exposed girlhood.

Her transformation was indeed complete, she thought wickedly as she gingerly stood up. The container holding her firm buttocks apart, she turned to look at the lewd sight in the full-length mirror. 'I never thought I'd be doing anything like this!' she gasped as the plastic phallus suddenly shot across the room like a bullet. Her rectum deflating like a punctured balloon, she gasped. 'God, that was nice!'

Her rectal sheath still sending electrifying sensations deep into her pelvis, she decided that enough was enough - for the time being, at least! Looking forward to her evening of lesbian sex, she lay on the bed to rest for a while, to conserve her energy. She'd have many multiple orgasms that evening, she was sure. And she'd delight in licking and sucking between the young lesbians' pussy lips - bringing them to their shuddering sapphically-induced climaxes.

Imagining a six-inch-diameter phallus inserted deep in her bottom-hole, she pulled the quilt across her abused naked body and finally drifted off into a deep sleep, dreaming her lewd dreams of lewd sex.

Slipping into her miniskirt and emerging from the bedroom at seven o'clock, Marianne found Barry in the lounge talking to Jill and Lydia. 'Where have you been?' he asked dejectedly, looking up from his armchair. 'I phoned you several times today. And then I got home to find Jill and Lydia waiting for you on the doorstep. Where have you been, Marianne? I was worried about you!'

Worried about your ruined evening ifldidn *t turn up, more like!
she thought.

Having had the previous evening's voyeurism session ruined by Marianne's no-show, Barry was obviously looking forward to watching the three girls writhing in lesbian lust. She should have waited another half-hour or so, she thought, just to torture Barry mentally! Forcing a smile, she wondered at his reaction if she were to tell him the truth about her day. But no, her visit to Brooke-Smith was her secret and, possibly, her lifeline if she were to leave Barry.

'I was asleep upstairs,' Marianne smiled, turning to the girls sitting side by side on the sofa. 'Sorry, but I was really tired,' she added, gazing at their microskirts, the small triangular patches of silky material concealing their pussies.

'That's OK,' Jill replied, tossing her auburn hair back and licking her full red lips. 'We've been chatting with Barry.'

Not about the trigger word, I hope?
Marianne thought excitedly, imagining the word actually working and the three of them using her naked young body for group sex.
Two girls and a man attending my most intimate needs!
But Barry wouldn't let on that he knew about the lesbian trio, she was sure.

Recalling the trigger word working when Barry had used it, she decided that there must have been something about his voice that had sent her into a hypnotic trance. The word hadn't worked for Rod, or the girls, so it must have had something to do with his dulcet tones.
God, if the word worked for the girls, Id have a real problem!
she mused.
Some real fun!

'Are you off out this evening?' Marianne asked, looking at Barry as she sat in the armchair opposite him.

'Yes, I've got a client to see. Actually, I'd better get going. I'll probably be late home so don't wait up for me. Have a nice evening!' he added, moving towards the door, glancing at each young girl in turn.

'We will!' Jill grinned enthusiastically as he left the room. 'So, Marianne, what have you been up to today?' she asked accusingly. 'Anything .. . er. . . anything interesting?'

'I went to see my boyfriend,' she replied impishly as the front door slammed shut. 'We spent a couple of hours together in his huge bed,' she smiled, wondering when Barry was going to slip in through the back door and hide in the dining room.

'Boyfriend?' Jill echoed, her dark eyes frowning as she perched herself on the edge of the sofa.

'Yes - his name's Rod.'

'But, I didn't know that you had a ...'

'No one knows!' Marianne laughed, delighting in her game, praying that Barry couldn't hear her. 'I've been seeing him for six months.'

'But I thought that you and Barry were a permanent thing?'

'Nothing's permanent, is it?' Marianne asked cynically. 'No relationship is permanent!'

'No, I suppose not,' Jill replied, glancing at Lydia. 'I must say that you surprise me, though!' she said, turning to Marianne. 'I mean,
you
, seeing someone on the side!'

'Why not? It's fun, having a clandestine relationship! Sex with the same person all the time becomes boring! It's far too staid, don't you agree?'

'Yes, I do,' Jill reluctantly replied.

'Besides, no matter who your partner, you can never trust them one hundred per cent so it's best not to put all your eggs in one basket.'

Smiling at Lydia, Jill moved closer to her lover, her eyes longing for a reassuring smile. But, rather than a comforting smile, Lydia had a wicked glint in her eyes, Marianne detected as she poured three glasses of wine and passed them round. Marianne wasn't a threat to their relationship, she knew. She was simply their plaything, a sex object - their sex slave. But Jill was obviously suspicious, untrusting of her lesbian lover.