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 Title: Life in the Company
Author: Airimis
Summary: Fifty years in the future, a disease has wiped out all but 10%
of the female population.  This is the tale of one that finds herself
locked up with the sole purpose in life to get pregnant to repopulate the
earth.  Can she get mercy from the jailer who takes care of her?
Keywords: MF, 2nd Person, Mf, reluctant, cons, bond, seduction,
submissive, oral, mast

   Constructive feedback is welcome at ( m_19yr_old@hotmail.com ).  Part 1

   It has been about four months since you've awoken from your coma.  The
people who are holding you seem to have been honest with you from what you
can understand.  Ten years have passed since the time you knew a regular
life.

   The last thing you remember was the virus was running rampant around the
world.  Women of all races and ages were dying, but only the women.  Men
were not affected or targeted by the virus.  You were taken from your
family and put in a type of stasis until a cure could be found for the
deadly virus.  You didn't age in stasis or even have a memory of when you
were asleep.  The stasis had left gaps in your memory.  You can barely
remember your family, but at the moment you have no way to look up any
information on them.

   The building that you are in is massive.  Your apartment has all the
furnishings that you would find in any expensive place.  You have a
bedroom, huge living room, a workout room, two bathrooms, a main one and
one in your bedroom, and a dining area, and a kitchenette.  Your meals are
prepared for you, but a mini-refrigerator is kept stocked with water, soda,
and juices at your request.

   You do have a handheld tablet computer that is your main information
link to everything.  It has a menu of meals that you can select from each
day.  The menu varies from steak and lobster to cereal and ice cream.  You
can even request items that are not on the menu.  Surprising enough, most
of the time, you can get what you crave.  You get information, news papers,
news reports, and even live T.V.  on your tablet.

   The tablet computer did have one limit on it.  You are able to look up
information on the internet and search for anything that you wish, but you
cannot use it to communicate to anyone.  Email and chatting have been
restricted from it so that you can't tell anyone on the outside where you
are.  The custodian has said that this is for your safety and to keep other
groups from threatening to harm you.  You don't buy it, but you don't have
a choice in the matter.

   It keeps an itinerary of your schedule.  It has open spaces where you
can choose what activities you would like to do.  There is a pool that you
have taken a swim in, a hot tub, doctor's appointments for check-ups and of
course your "appointments" with men.

   Those types of "appointments" are non-negotiable and on the schedule at
least once a week.  You don't even like to think of them as appointments
because you refuse to think of sex as something casual.  You have voiced
your protests to the custodian of the floor, David.  He told you that as
long as you conformed to these appointment, that your life would be as
pleasant as possible.  This part of your life you are still very
uncomfortable with.  Unfortunately, you have little choice in that part of
your itinerary.

   The reason that you have been told that sex is required is that you must
get pregnant every month.  Once a month, you have a medical appointment and
they remove your fertilized egg to be grown in a lab.  The way it's been
explained to you is that the labs here are able to grow babies in
artificial wombs so that there isn't a nine month wait between pregnancies.
The procedure has been painless.  You take a sleeping pill and go to the
medical floor.  After you wake up, you are brought back to your floor on
the forty-second floor.  You always feel a little sore but there seem to be
no other side effects.  The procedure doesn't cut on you or leave any
marks. Even though you know that you should be showing all the signs of
being pregnant and having a period, you don't.  You have asked if you would
be allowed to see the children after birth or be around them, but you have
been told that it wouldn't be possible at this time.  At first, you thought
this would bother you, but you don't really feel like you've been pregnant
so far.

   You have been informed that hormone vitamins have been added to your
food to make you more fertile.  You have never tasted them or even know
what food it's been added.  It could be as simple as in your orange juice
and you wouldn't know.  You haven't noticed much from them except that they
increase your libido and you crave sex more.

   David is very interesting.  He seems a little more than thirty.  In a
different setting, he would be sweet and attractive.  If life were like
before, he might even be a man you would try to date.  He makes time to
have dinner with you almost every day.  He chats with you and really
listens to you.  He tries to give you anything that you request.  He isn't
cruel or mean.  In his own way, he is caring and tries to explain to you
why you are in this situation.  When he is there, the place seems less
confining and more like you have a friend.  He talks to you like a person
and not just someone for sex as the other guys who come there.  From what
you can tell, he is in charge of this floor and responsible for you and
your welfare.  None of the guards or anyone else talks to you.  You haven't
figured out if it that they are uncomfortable talking to a woman or not
allowed to.

   The men who come for sex seem to be from all walks of life.  They have
been from eighteen to forty in age, but mostly twenty to thirty.  Those men
will and do talk to you.  You never get to know them and they don't tell
you much about themselves.  Mostly they just talk about how lovely you are
and that you are so wonderful, etc.  before they get to sex.  After sex,
talk is very sparse and more ends up being an apology for using you or
thanking you.  Either way, it makes the foreplay and conversation worthless
to you because you don't believe it.  Also, you have given up hopes of
seeing them again so trying to connect with them is pretty depressing when
they are never able to come back and see you.

   You have realized that for most of them, they either never have been
with a woman or it has been years since women have died out.  You have
sympathy for the men and most seem sweet.  You put on a good performance
for the ones who try to make you feel special and give you attention.  You
don't know if their compliments are genuine or just because they want sex.
Sometimes with the more attractive ones, you pretend it's real and hope
that when you wake up in the morning that they'll still be there. 
Unfortunately, you are disappointed every time you wish for that.  They are
just gone shortly after the sex is complete.

   The sex is usually good and for the most part you are always satisfied.
You wonder if it is because of the hormone drugs you get regularly, or
because you have always loved sex even before your life changed.

   Life is interesting.  This place does seem to have its own rules.  You
are treated well.  The guards and David don't take advantage of you.  None
of them have ever made sexual advances toward you.  The only men who do
have sex with you do by "appointment".

   You also have a physical exercise time that is required.  You resisted
this at first, but after finding out that it started as a very light
workout you softened.  David talked to in to it himself.  He explained that
because you can't get out, you need to remain physically strong and in good
condition.  That would help with any offspring that they hoped to conceive
in the future.  He also made it clear that the exercise would be completely
at your own pace and that you would be free to choose what types of
exercises you would do.  This made it feel like the exercise program was
more to help you than to just use you.  Ironically, the physical workouts
made you feel better in almost all aspects.  Your appetite became
healthier, you slept better, and you found that sex was a lot better. 
You've lost the extra few pounds that you always wanted to in your life
before.  You rarely get tired before you and your partner were very
satisfied.  So they physical work outs are actually more of a routine for
you.

   Part 2

   Tonight you are scheduled for another "appointment".  The day goes by
and it's not a bad day.  David doesn't say anything about it at the meal
you both have together.  You know that he has to know about it, but he
never talks about them.  You have had a few conversations with him, but you
don't feel that comfortable talking with him about sex just yet.  He has
just implied that it wouldn't be wise to refuse them.

   That night, you are in your robe with underwear underneath.  You are in
your room in one of the more comfortable chairs trying to read a book on
your tablet.  The lights are turned down to a comfortable level and your
screen is backlit so you can see stuff well on it.  Your mind is still
thinking about your options.  You have a half a mind to refuse just to see
what happens since David doesn't want to seem to talk about that part of
it.

   The door chimes and you say to come in.

   The man is about your height with jet black hair.  He's wearing a muscle
shirt and shorts like he would for a work out.  You can see he isn't far
from having the body of a bodybuilder.

   "Good evening," he says as he walks up to you.  "You look lovely."

   You are decent looking and your hair done well, but you know that most
of the guys try to get you into the mood.  In this case, it isn't working.
"Not tonight," you say to him dismissively.

   He pauses and then kneels down and starts to kiss your neck.

   "I don't feel like it tonight," you say as you try to concentrate on
your tablet.

   "Please don't resist," he whispers to you.  It's almost a plea.  "No, I
don't want to tonight," you say deciding that you are finally going to put
your foot down about this.

   He stands up and pauses.  He turns and walks to the door and pushes the
door for the intercom.  "Instructions?" he asks as if someone on the other
side knows what he is asking.  One word responds.  "Continue," says the
familiar voice.  You recognize David's voice but can't believe what you are
hearing.

   The man walks over to a black cabinet that stays locked.  You've never
asked what is in it and it has an electronic lock on it.  Without him
touching it, you hear an electronic click as it unlocks and opens.  There
must be a remote for it somewhere else.  You can't see clearly what is in
it from your view point, but you seen multicolored things hung in it and
lots of shelves for small items.  He reaches in and pulls out two sets of
leather handcuffs.

   He starts to walk back to you and everything happens very fast.

   You yell as you try to dash for the door.  He catches you in his free
arm and almost picks you up off your feet.  He carries you the few feet and
puts you face down on the bed.  You scramble to get up and he holds one arm
behind you.  He holds you down and you feel him fastening the cuff around
your wrist.  With your free hand you try to get up, hit him, anything!  You
are bent over the side of your bed.  Your feet are still on the floor.  You
try to kick him but it's like trying to move stone.

   A moment later, he grabs your free hand starts to fasten a cuff around
it.  You pull, yell, and buck but you can't seem to loosen his grip on you.
He keeps a hand on your arm as he pivots around the bed.  He moves your
arms and ties them to the far side of the bed above your head.  He fastens
them apart so you can't roll over.

   It seems like he was only over there for a moment and your bonds were
tied down securely.  There must be some kind of quick attachments on the
bottom of the bed somewhere or time is slowing down for you.

   He keeps his hand on your back, but he no longer has to hold you down.
Your arms are both spread.  You are in your robe, but you're sure that it's
not going to be any protection for you.  He moves back around behind you.

   You start to really panic as your mind races.  You've never had sex
against your will.  Most of the time it's because you really enjoy sex and
up until this point, you've accepted that it was going to happen so you
might as well enjoy it.  This is completely different.

   "Please, don't do this," you beg.  "I can..." you think frantically. 
"I'll have sex with you.  Please just let me go."

   "You had your chance and I asked you to go along with it," he says as he
lifts up the back of your robe and bunching it up above your waist.  He
unties it in the front and you can feel him press against you as he leans
over you.  You feel his hard cock underneath his shorts and know that it
probably doesn't matter what you say now.  He has only one thought on his
mind.

   A moment later, he has your robe up on just your arms and you are only
clothed in your panties.  He takes a moment to put his hands under you
enjoying your full breasts.  He isn't rough enough to hurt you, but he
massages firmly.  He finds your nipples and rubs them between his fingers.
You hear his breathing start to deepen.

   He works his hands down your body until he gets to your panties.  "I can
do other things for you.  I'll suck you.  I'll be the best blowjob that
you've ever had." You try to talk dirty even though it's not something
you're accustomed to.  Maybe you can still make it so that he doesn't do
this.

   "I think it's a little late for that," he says as he slides his fingers
underneath the waist band of your panties and pulls them down to your
ankles.  When he comes back up, you feel hand go right in between your legs
to your exposed lips.  For a moment, he feels the outside of you, but then
you feel his fingers move inside you and find your clit.

   This puts you at a huge disadvantage.  You've always loved sex and for
some reason when anyone or anything seemed to stimulate your clitoris you
get very wet.  You feel yourself already start to moisten.

   You hear him removing his clothing.  You try to look back, but you are
at a bad angle.  You can't see how big his is, but you know this is
probably not going to go well.

   You feel his warm body up against yours.  You feel his member on your
ass cheeks.  He continues to rub his fingers up in front of you until you
are wet there, too.  He finally finds your pussy entrance and slides his
finger easily up in you.  You concentrate on breathing as he explores
inside of you.

   "I didn't want it to be this way," he says as he removes his finger and
you feel the head of his dick places at your entrance.

   "Please..." you make one last plea as you take a deep breath.  You
imagine this is going to hurt.

   He moves the head of his dick up and down your lips for a moment
lubricating it.  Then he very slowly presses it into you.  It doesn't hurt,
but he is pretty thick.  He goes very slowly and as soon as he is in an
inch, he begins rocking in an out motion.  Each move in, he goes a little
deeper.  You try to relax.  You don't want this to hurt and so far, it
doesn't.  He continues in and out slowly until he gets it all the way in.
You feel his ball sac on the outside of your lips and know that he is as
far in as he's going to get.

   Then he starts with long strokes in an out of you.  He pulls out until
just the head is in and goes all the way back in.  After two strokes he is
completely lubricated and it slides in and out effortlessly.  He continues
this for a few minutes slowly.  Your body reacts and you can't help but
start breathing in rhythm with the strokes.  You hear him enjoying himself
so much that he lets out a quiet moan of pleasure.

   After a few minutes he begins to move from side to side along with the
long steady strokes in an out.  This new sensation feels so good inside
you. You soon find yourself rising off the bed to meet him and push him
deeper into you.  He drifts his hands up from your hips and begins almost
massaging your back as he continues his long strokes.

   You can't deny that you no matter how this started that it still feels
good inside you.  You thought it was going to hurt and be rough.  He hasn't
done anything so far that was painful.  You let out a moan of your own and
pull on the restraints.  You don't want away, but you want to turn around
and see the man who is giving you so much pleasure.  They are sadly very
secure to the bed.

   He picks up the pace as he is still using full strokes in and out of
you.

   "Oh!" you cry as your first orgasm hits you.  You feel your pussy
squeeze his member.  He takes this as a cue to go faster and does.  He
pushes faster and harder and he pushes his dick into you with enough force
to rock the bed.  You continue to assist him by rising up each time until
you feel like you're standing on your toes.  You begin your second orgasm
when that's all he can take.

   You hear him moan as he lies down on top of you and wraps his arms
around your body tight.  You can feel him filling you up with his warmness.
His dick flexes inside you on its own without him moving.  Your pussy
massages his dick up in you as you both enjoy the joint orgasm.

   You both lay there for a while trying to catch your breath.  He kisses
your shoulder and the back of your neck before he gets up.  He seems worn
out, but glowing none the less.  He releases your hands and quickly puts
away the leather handcuffs in the cabinet and closes it.  You hear the
click of the lock as soon as he closes the door.

   You get up in the bed not knowing what to expect or do.  He moves slow
and looks sad.  He doesn't meet your gaze.  It takes him no time at all to
get dressed.

   You don't know what to say to him.  `Thanks for a wonderful sex, or go
to hell for raping you.' In the end, you don't say anything.

   You hear him quietly say, "I'm sorry" before he leaves.  Then he's gone
and you're alone.  You feel alone for the first time in a while.  You pull
the covers up over you and go over everything in your mind.  It happened so
fast and was over pretty quickly.  You would almost believe it was a bad
dream except you can still feel his warmness inside of you and the buzz of
the orgasm on your skin.

   In any case, you now know what might happen if you don't agree to the
sessions.  You don't know if knowing that it for a fact makes things easier
or harder.  The one thing that you know you are going to deal with: David.
He was the one on the speaker who told this guy to keep going.  If there is
someone to center your anger at, it's him.

   You fall asleep as you keep replaying everything in your mind.  David's
command keeps echoing in your mind.  You thought he might be a friend
before that, but how could he do that?  Part 3

   Up until last night, you had been complacent to do as you were expected
with the men.  The idea had been growing in you for a while to see what
would happen if you decided not to cooperate.  You admit that what happened
wasn't horrible, but you know that it could have turned out much worse.  It
seems that your captors will see that the men have sex whether you are a
willing participant or not.

   Also, it was kind of a shock when you heard David's voice on the
intercom telling the man to go ahead with the act.  You had thought of him
as almost a friend and to hear him tell some random guy to use you like
that hurt more than you thought it would.

   The man was very good and other than feeling a little stretched out, you
were no worse for wear.  He didn't hit you or leave any marks.  You did
orgasm several times during the ordeal so it wasn't completely bad.

   This morning you awake to a cloudy fall morning.  As you open your eyes
and look out the window, it looks as if it's going to rain.  The weather
fits your mood.  You don't know how to feel...about the "appointments",
David, or the entire situation anymore.  You had almost convinced yourself
that you could be content here and that somehow you were in control of your
situation (other than not being able to leave).  Last night had proven
shown you that no matter how warm, clean, managed, and friendly this place
seems, you are still a type of captive or prisoner.

   You hear the door chime.  Usually, a person will wait for you to ask
them to come in.  Today, you don't feel like seeing anyone.  You hear the
main door click as it opens and you see David walk in.  Your apartment is
separated into several rooms, but you can see into the living room and you
almost know David's walk in his expensive shoes and suit he usually wears.
He always wears dress slacks or kakis with shined shoes.  He wears a dress
shirt, tie and jacket on cool days.  Today, you can see that he's not in a
good mood.  He is lacking a tie and the dress shirt is unbuttoned at the
top to show that he had one on when he got dressed this morning.

   You pull the soft blanket up to cover your chest.  You are still naked
from last night.  The guy was there pretty late, and after he was done and
left, you saw no real reason to get dressed.  You just wanted to sleep and
it came quickly.  David had seen you multiple times without clothing and
you have no doubt that he has watched you though the security cameras that
are placed in all the rooms.  Still, you still feel a little shy in front
of him.

   "I'd ask you what happened last night, but I don't think any answer you
give would be acceptable," he states as he stands at the foot of your bed.
You can feel his sharp eyes seeing the outline of your body beneath the
covers.  "I'd remind you that other organizations would have you tied,
raped, and sold to the highest bidder like livestock.  I would also remind
you that the goal here is not sex and it's a shame that you don't realize
that the key is keeping humanity alive.  The only way to do this is to
repopulate the world or humans will be extinct.  But I'm sure none of this
mattered to you last night when you decided that you would rather cause
problems." He says not really wanting an answer.  You know David a bit and
you know that when he wants you to talk, he'll ask a real question.

   You keep your expression solid not giving in to the creeping fear in the
back of your mind.  You can't think of a time when David has been in a mood
like this before with you.  You saw him once get angry at a guard who
didn't do his job while escorting you though the building.  To say the
least, you have not seen that guard since.

   "So I think it's time we used the stick instead of the carrot for a
while," he says.  "Get up and get your robe on," David commands.

   You keep the blanket covering yourself and reach down to retrieve your
robe.  You get it over your body and start to reach for your panties.

   "Don't bother with those," he walks over to the side of the bed that you
are on now.

   "Why?" you ask as the fear starts to grow stronger inside of you.

   "You're not going to need them.  Follow me," he says and walks out of
the room.  You feel very exposed in only the pink thin robe.  Standing, it
only comes down to your knees.  You cover yourself the best you can and tie
the robe as you follow him.  For a moment, you thought about not going with
him, but it will surely make whatever is coming worse.  He leads you out of
your room and down the hall to the elevator.  Guards are standing at the
end of the hall with the elevators and a few roam the hall, but from what
you can tell they have always been for your protection and never been
against you.

   You know that you are on the forty-second floor.  You have taken note to
a few of the other floors that you have been on.  When you get into the
elevator, he hits the button for the thirteenth floor.  You also notice
that he must swipe his key card before the elevator gets moving.

   David stays looking forward without looking at you or talking to you. 
You look down at your bare feet.  When the doors open, this hall is very
different from the other ones you have been in the building.  Most
everywhere else you've been, it's been nice and friendly.  The lack of
carpet is the first thing that you notice.  All the other halls have them.
This one has a solid white floor and white walls.  The walls have no
colors, paintings, or marks other than numbers for the doors.  The floor
feels very cold on your bare feet.

   He walks and opens one of the doors with his key card.  You hesitate to
follow him in and are getting the feeling you should run back to the
elevator.  You can see there isn't anyone in there and it's just a small
square room.

   You walk in and there is a desk with electronic instruments on it, a
scary chair with straps on it and a hole in the middle of the metal seat.
You stall by the door trying to take in the entire room.

   David grabs your arm and pulls you forward to the center chair.  You
don't fight him, but you don't like the look of this.  He sits you down in
the chair and starts to strap your hands down.

   "Please don't hurt me," you plead.

   He continues and has your wrists bound to the arms of the chair within a
moment or two.  The Velcro straps look easy to use, but you pull at one
after he finishes and you can't move it at all.

   David begins strapping your legs to the legs of the chair just as tight.
The metal is cold on your bottom.  The back is padded, but the bottom of
the chair is solid metal.  The hole in the center is small, but it reminds
you of a type of metal toilet seat.

   Within minutes you are bound to the chair, including a strap that goes
around your waist like a seat belt that is holding you down.  You couldn't
even buck much if you wanted to.  You think desperately.

   "Please," you beg.  "I'll do what you want.  I'll even do it for you.  I
know that you look at me and would like to have me." You can see he
hesitates on his way over to a cabinet.  "I'll be good.  I'll give you the
best sex of your life.  You can just pretend that last night didn't
happen."

   You can see that he considers it for a moment.  Then he goes to the
cabinet and grabs something with straps on it and walks back to you.  He
holds it up to your face and you see it's a ball gag.

   "Please no," you say trying to give him pleading eyes.  "Open up," he
says has he holds it in front of your mouth.  "I am so not listening to you
whine the whole time we're here."

   You keep your mouth shut hoping he'll reconsider.

   He reaches one hand down your robe.  This is so different from his
normal personality.  He finds your left nipple and puts it between his
thumb and forefinger.  "Open or scream.  It's your choice." You feel just a
little pressure and you know that this could get really bad fast.

   You open your mouth.  He brings his hand back up and he fits the gag in
your mouth with straps around your head.  It doesn't hurt, but it is
effective.  He goes back to the cabinet and comes back with what looks like
two silver cylinders.  They aren't very large; in fact, they are almost the
size of lipstick tubes.  You have no doubt as to what he has planned for
them.

   He moves behind your chair to where you can't see him.  You feel the
material of the robe being moved from beneath and you feel the first cool
air on your bottom.

   It is different being touched like this when you can't see what's going
on.  You feel him slide one of the cylinders easily up your pussy and the
other he works just a little ways up your anus.  That part is terribly
uncomfortable.  It's not a tight fit and it even slid well like it was
lubed up.  You just aren't comfortable with any guy messing around in that
area.

   You hear the sound of Velcro as a strap or something goes across the
bottom of you.  You wiggle a little, but you feel the two invaders are not
able to side out.

   You almost want to laugh at him.  If this is his idea of being mean, two
very small tube things that are smaller than any dick you've seen on a guy,
then he needs some real teaching when it comes to being mean.

   He walks over to the desk and sits behind a laptop.  You can see that a
camera is pointed directly toward you.  "You will learn to listen," he says
almost disappointedly.

   He touches a few keys on the keyboard when you hear some kind of buzz
for a moment.  Then it happens.

   Part 4

   You sound a muffled yelp in surprise as try to jump out of your chair as
the muscles on your lower half all spasm at once.  If you wouldn't have
been strapped down to the chair, you would have flown out of it.  The
buzzing comes again and the same thing happens.  You ass, upper legs, pussy
all tighten involuntarily and then let up just as fast.

   It happens about every three seconds.  You hear the buzz, and then your
bottom half lurches against the bonds.  You lower muscles all contracts! 
You feel your pussy and your ass clench around the cylinders each time.

   You struggle against your bonds to no effect all the while every three
seconds, your lower half jerks as another spasm goes though your most
private and sensitive areas.

   You look at David and whimper from beneath the gag in frustration.  It
doesn't hurt, but it is maddening not to control yourself.

   "One hour will hopefully teach you to change your priorities," he says
as he starts looking down and messing with the computer.

   You whimper but there is no response from him.  The spasms continue. 
After a few minutes you try to make logical since of it.  There must be a
current similar to one that goes though an electric fence going though the
metal bottom of the chair to the two cylinders to make you contract around
them.

   Figuring this out doesn't help you much.  It's been only five minutes
and your ass and legs feel like they've been running for two miles.  Each
time, they tighten up as hard as they can and then relax.  Not to mention
your anus and pussy.  You can actually feel them spasm and tighten each
time, too.

   Your brain tries to process it all and block it, but the fact that it
happens so suddenly and violently every three seconds make it impossible to
ignore or get use to.  You try to move in your chair.  The strap across
your lab is tight enough you can't raise your hips and any movement seems
to move the cylinders to they hit a different area inside you.  Each jolt
makes you tighten down on them whether you want to or not.

   You finally give up on moving and start to try to look around and put it
out of your head.  The time seems to go by so slow.  You have your own
electric jolts to count the minutes by.  David seems to be watching or
working on something on the computer.  You look around the room and see a
clock above the door that you came in.  You have very good vision and can
even see the second hand from here.  Your initial estimate of the interval
is correct.  It is about three seconds between every spasm.

   Time slows to a crawl and it gets to the point you can predict the
pulses, but you find that you are starting to tense up in anticipation of
them.  That doesn't help you, either.  After twenty minutes go by, your
legs start to burn from exhaustion.  At forty-five minutes, your legs are
cramping, but they still tighten every time the current is sent though you.
Strapped to the chair, there is no way to stretch or work them out.

   You let loose a frustrated cry and David looks up for the moment.  You
hope he might have pity on you, but he goes back to his work after a
moment.

   Your pussy and anus are not spared from it, either.  You never even
realized that your pussy muscles could contract and work this much, but
every time the buzz sounds, your pussy tightens.  You've had sex before,
but never where your muscles there have been tired out from exercise.  You
anus has the same issue.

   The end of the hour comes and you aren't even paying attention to the
time anymore.  Your concentration is on your thighs are burning from
exhaustion.  The spasms just stop coming and you don't move.

   It takes a few moments to realize that David has got up and moved behind
your chair.  You hear the Velcro sound and feel him remove the cylinders
one at a time.  He does it slow and it is lucky for you he does.  The two
metal objects that entered so easily before are gripped tightly by your
pussy and anus.

   He removes your ball gag and returns them to the cabinet.  He comes back
over and unfastens all the restraints.  You test your arms and legs.  They
are all very sore from pulling on your bindings.  He gives you a minute and
when you try to stand, he helps you stay on your feet.  You legs feel good
to stretch, but if it weren't for him, you probably would have fell.

   You choose not to say anything because you don't want a chance that
he'll change his mind and put you back in that horrible chair.

   When you get your balance, he walks back over the desk and touches a
button on of the pads.  Two of the guards come in the room.

   "Make sure she gets back to her room on forty-two.  And be very careful
with her," David instructs them.

   They replay "yes, Sir," or something as they come forward.  Each one
takes you by an arm, more to help support you than anything else.  They can
see that you look exhausted from your ordeal.

   "I'll see you tomorrow and I hope you've learned something today," David
says as the two guards walk you out of the room.

   As you walk down the cold hall to the elevator, you hear a woman scream
from one of the rooms.  Past another door, you think you hear quiet crying.


   You get to the elevator and the guards come in with you.  The few
minutes that it takes you to get up to your floor, you adjust your robe so
it doesn't show so much and take a moment to stretch your legs.  You also
run your fingers though your hair.  It's sweaty like you've been
exercising.

   You get to your room without incident.  After a long shower, you feel
one hundred percent better.  You check your schedule and see that physical
exercise has been removed for the rest of the day and tomorrow.  Also you
notice that you don't have any "appointments" with men for the next five
days.  That's not completely uncommon, but you are still wondering how much
it could hurt if you had one today.

   You lie down in your soft bed and pull the covers over you.  You lay
there basking in the quiet and being able to stretch out flat thinking. 
You mind keeps going over the events of this short day: David's change,
that horrible chair, the thirteenth floor and what other horrors could
those other rooms have hidden.  Another thought that comes to you: you
haven't seen any other women here, but in that hall you heard at least one,
maybe two.  How many other women do they have in this place?  Do they have
to go to the thirteenth floor often?

   That leads to the next question.  You pleaded that you would comply for
the men here.  In your desperation, you even offered yourself to David
anyway that he would like.  Are you going to be passive for the men who
come here?  If David tries to take you up on your offer, are you really
going to let him?

   Part 5

   The next day after you get up, you check yourself to see if there if
there are any lingering effects.  Your legs are still sore, but it is like
you had a long work out session.  You are lips are swollen and sensitive,
but it feels like you are going to be okay as long as you don't have sex
for a day or two.

   David comes to your room for lunch.  He brings in your tray to the table
and you sit down in front of it.  "How are you?" he asks as he gets his own
tray from the food cart and brings it over to his side.

   You don't know what to think of him.  "It depends.  If I say the wrong
thing, am I going to have another trip to that torture room or am I going
to be raped again?" you say with more confidence that you normally have.

   He lets out a sign and lowers his eyes.  "What you went though yesterday
is probably the least horrible thing that is down there.  As far as the
other night, your appointments are not optional." He looks at you
seriously. "You do not have a choice in this part.  You will continue to
have sex with the men on your schedule.  Whether you participate willingly
or you are tied and taken is up to you.  I can't do anything about that."

   You hear in his voice that he isn't really happy about it, but it is a
fact.  If it wouldn't have happened two days ago, you might have doubted
that would happen in this setting, but now you have no doubt that it could
and would happen again if you pushed.

   You start to pick at your Chinese food that you ordered.  You try to
change the subject a little.  "What's on the thirteenth floor?  I've never
even heard of that floor before," you ask as you take a bite.

   "That floor is reserved for people who don't want to follow the
rules..."

   "You mean women who don't want to be sex slaves," you push.  You are
still angry about things and talking about it is making you mad all over
again.

   "The women here must continue to procreate.  That's the whole reason
this place exists," he says.  He looks like he doesn't exactly agree with
the argument himself.

   You both eat in silence as you turn over the options in your mind.

   Also, you can see a change him.  Before today, he was professional and
when he talked to you, it was more like a doctor would talk with a patient.
Now it seems like you are more on equal terms.  Something that transpired
when you were on the thirteenth floor or something outside of here seems to
be troubling him.  He is the closest person that you have to a friend.  You
don't want to cause him trouble if there is any way you can help it. 
Still, you don't know if you like him at the moment.  It just makes no
sense in your head.

   An idea forms in your mind and you can't help but say it before you
think it completely over.

   "I'll comply with the men and the appointments....," you pause and he
looks up at you to see what you're up to, "only if you will be there for
them."

   He gives a faint smile.  "What makes you think that I haven't been here
during them?"

   "No," you say as you shake your head as he doesn't get it.  Your idea
hasn't sunk into him, yet.  "I want you to be there, in the room with me
when they go on."

   This idea makes him pause as you can almost see the wheels turning in
his mind.

   You explain.  "I'll go along with the sex and whatever you tell me to
do, as long as you are present.  But you have to be there and if I choose,
you have to direct me on what exactly to do."

   Thinking about it later you might regret it, but at the moment you like
having David at a disadvantage and being off guard.  You hadn't even given
the idea a full thought.  The idea formed as you were saying it out loud.

   David takes another bite or two and then sets down his fork.  The
realization goes though your head that if he wants he can take you back to
the nightmare floor thirteen.  As much as you want to deny it, if that was
just a taste of what that floor has, you never want to go back.

   "Agreed," he says after giving it some thought.  He doesn't seem sure
that this is a good idea.

   In your mind, this makes it a great idea.  You start eating again with
more enthusiasm.  It may sound like a little thing, but you have some
control over your life and you now have a little control over his.

   The rest of the meal is filled with normal conversation.  He does ask
how you're feeling and you play it off like you were completely fine.  You
forget to ask about the other voices you heard down there or if it were
possible to meet any other women that reside here.  Mostly, you are
starting form a plan for the next "appointment" and how much fun it's going
to be messing with David

   Part 6

   The week goes without incident.  Your routine returns to normal.  You
and David don't talk about the upcoming "appointment" at all.  He does seem
to have something bothering him and he seems to be tired when he comes in.
He still checks on you and talks to you.  Normal conversation revolves
around the news, entertainment and other events (mostly outside stuff that
doesn't affect life in here).

   He has a big screen TV installed in your main room and you both watch a
movie or two during the week.  He even brought popcorn for it on the second
night.  You have a movie selection though Netflix on your TV so all you
have to do is choose a movie and it is on your television.

   You once ask if anyone minds that he is spending time watching movies.
His reply basically says that he's in charge of this floor and that
anything that goes on is completely up to him.  There is no one to get
upset because he's basically the boss of this area.  From everything that
you've seen, that is essentially true.  You don't really understand how the
company works but you have never seen anyone question anything that he has
said.

   Besides, you are tired of being by yourself.  You are still alone a lot
of the time and he tells you sometimes that he has to get work done and
leaves.  You don't know what kind of work that is, but he is making more
time to spend with you.  As you spend time with him, you can see his guard
dropping and whatever he's doing outside of here is taking its toll on him.
You ask him about it again during one of the movies, and he starts to tell
you, but he stops and tells you it's nothing for you to worry about.  You
worry a little, but you don't know what you can do about it until he tells
you more.

   Finally, the night of your next "appointment" arrives.  You shower,
shave your legs and lower area, fix your hair, and put on just a hint of
make-up and light lipstick.  You still aren't sure why he allowed you to
have it since you aren't allowed out of the building, but when you
requested it David made sure that you got all that you asked for.  You put
on one of your sexier red night gowns.  The top of it clearly pushes your
chest up and the bottom only goes to mid-thigh.  You look in the mirror and
you can't think of anything else that would turn a man on.

   You have about fifteen minutes before it is time.  You relax on the
couch.  You think though the idea of making him direct your actions and
decide that will wait for another night.

   The door chime sounds.  You look up at the clock and see that they are
right on-time.  "Come in," you say casually.  You click the button for the
sound system in the room to play some soft music that you picked out in
advance.

   The door opens.  You see David enter, but you can see that you
definitely chose right with the outfit and getting dressed up.  Behind him,
another man dressed in a polo shirt and khaki pants.  He has longer hair in
a pony tail, but it is well taken care of.

   "I know it's different but I am going to stay," David tells the guy.

   "Okay," the guy tells David and then turns to address you.  "You look
lovely.  May I join you?" he gestures at sofa.

   You nod and move your legs so that he can sit near you.  You like the
way he looks at you.  You have no doubt that if you were to say bark that
he would sit up on his heels and beg for you.  You see David move to the
side of the room and lower the lights using a dimmer switch.  Then he finds
a place in the shadows.

   You act like he isn't there and that that you aren't really paying
attention to him.

   "So what do you do for a living?" you ask as you lean close to your
evening play toy.  You stopped asking the names of guys a while back.  It
makes calling their name in bed less of a memory test if you never asked it
in the first place.

   "I work in pharmaceuticals," he says as you run your hand across his
soft shirt.  You lean closer and so that your chest pushes against his arm.
He catches his breath.

   "That must be very interesting work," you say not really caring what he
his response is.

   He starts to say something and you shut him up by kissing his lips
passionately.  You have a completely other objective in mind.  You are
kissing this guy and he kisses you back and quickly puts his arms around
you.  Your real plan is to show David how exciting you can be.

   You press your body against him while you kiss.  Even though you are
going through the motions that you have thought about for days now, your
body starts to react and you feel yourself getting turned on just by having
this guy near you.  Knowing David is watching and you can see that you have
his full attention from the shadows makes you even more aroused.

   The guy is gentle with you and lets you set the pace.  You let him feel
your chest rub against his shirt before you keep going.  You play with the
back of his neck as you kiss.  "I think you have too much clothing on.  Do
you mind if I help you with it?" you ask.

   He smiles a very nice smile as he lifts his arms up.  You take off his
shirt.  He isn't muscled like most of the guys who come here, but he is
still attractive.  You run your hand though his soft chest hair and you
kiss down his chest.

   He reclines a little as you make your way down to his pants.  You reach
to his crotch and feel that he is hard already.  "Let's see what we have
here, shall we?" you tease.

   He slides his hand up on your thigh as you unzip his pants.  His touch
is electric on your skin.  Every inch higher on your leg only makes you
want him to do more.

   After a moment with his pants you manage to get your fingers around his
dick.  It's about average size and you are thankful for that.  Your pussy
hasn't really recovered fully and is still tight.  You a practically laying
over on his lap with your face just inches away from him and can smell the
musty odder.  You hear him breathe deep as you stroke him slowly.  You peak
over and see that David has moved a little closer.  You don't know whether
it is to see what you are going to do, or to get a look at your sexy bottom
that is starting to stick out from under the satin night gown.

   You pull his dick free of his pants.  He slides them down a little
inviting for more play.  You lean closer and kiss the tip.  To this you
hear his breath deepen.  You decide that this will be fun.  You start
licking from the tip down to his balls.  You can feel his hand make its way
under your top and begin playing with your left tit finding the nipple. 
You focus on sucking on him, but his teasing your nipple feels good.

   You feel him place his hand on the back of your head.  You wondered when
he would start making the little motions guys do.  You happily come up and
take this dick into your mouth.  He doesn't push but you notice the hand
leaves you head.

   After one or two bobs up his meaty flesh, you notice that it wasn't him
that motioned you there.  David silently came up and it was his hand that
directed you there.  With that you feel a ton of pride because David
couldn't even resist one session without getting involved.  You start to
suck him harder and he moans a little.  You begin to put on a good show by
going all the way down on him and all the way back out and make it look
effortless on your part.

   The guy has moved from playing with your tits and he ventures between
your legs.  You open them for him inviting him to give you some pleasure,
too.  You can imagine how you look to David Sucking a stranger, letting him
feel you and it excites you.  You want to show him that you're a pro at
pleasing men.

   After a moment of his finger rubbing up the front of you, it's time for
the main show.  Besides, you really wanted to cum on this guys fingers but
he wasn't hitting the right spot consistently.

   You sit up and kiss his lips again.  "Now we can have some fun." you
tell him like David isn't only four feet away.

   You remove his pants and the rest of his clothes quickly.  "I want you
to earn it then," you say when he is sitting forward on the sofa.

   This guy looks like he would do anything anyway.  You stand in front of
him with your satin night gown still on.  You move him forward on the couch
and put your hand on the back of his head.  He lets you lean him forward
until his face is right outside the satin fabric.  "Be good and I'll make
sure you don't regret it," you tell him.

   He slides the front of your night gown up and gets his first look at
your pussy.  He takes no time and begins kissing the outside.  You push a
little on the back of his neck and he starts going deeper.  You feel his
tongue inside you and on your clit.  It feels wonderful.  It always feels
so much better than anything else.  He slides a finger up your tight pussy
and starts to massage while he is devouring you up front.

   This guy isn't a pro, but it feels really good.  You make him stay down
there licking and sucking on clit until the first orgasm.  You can't help
but rock your hips with the motion of his finger inside you.

   You motion and he sits back on the couch.  You remove your night gown
and stand in front of him for a moment.  "You're beautiful," he can't help
but say.  You push him back on the couch and straddle his lap.  You really
feel that you need his cock now.  You pussy is just dripping wet already.

   You sit down and he easily slides his dick into your waiting pussy.  You
didn't know how things would work since your experience in that horrible
chair, but it seems that you're only a little tighter and a little more
sensitive.  Both of these help your pussy clamp down on him when you sit
your full weight on him.

   You can't help but push him all the way in after his head starts at the
entrance to your pussy.  You hear something that was probably supposed to
be words escape him.  You rock your hips forward and back.  He's not that
big, but he's long enough.  You start slowly.  His hands rub up your sides
and he begins playing with your nipples enjoy him.  When you slide
backwards, you can feel him hitting your sweet spot inside you.

   This makes you almost bite your lip every time.  You get into a rhythm
and he starts to swivel his hips a little under you so that his dick pulls
from side to side along with your back and forth motion.  He pulls you down
to him and kisses your lips and you continue trying to put every inch in
you.

   It has ceased to be about what looks good for David and you just want
this man now.  You feel your large tits on his hot chest.  He kisses you
for a moment long on the lips and then starts kissing down your neck.  You
feel him really start pounding his dick up underneath you.  He moves to
sharp thrusts and each time you can help but press yourself into it.

   You feel another orgasm building.  He keeps up the thrusts for another
two or three and you can't help but cum.  When you do, your pussy clamps
down on his dick and you feel every inch of him.  He doesn't seem to catch
that you're having this and continues to push in and out during the orgasm.
The motion makes the orgasm drag out and last longer with his continued
movements.  He tightens his grip on your hips and you hear him let out a
moan of glee and he starts to cum as well.  This time it's you who doesn't
stop for him.  You rock your hips back and forth feeling the motion of his
dick inside of you.  The motion pushes you over the edge for another one
orgasm and this one you let out a loud moan.  You feel him unloading warm
cum inside you as your pussy milks him.

   You enjoy the high as you lay down forward on his chest.  You hold him
for a few silent minutes.

   "Thank you," he says softly.  "You're the best woman I think I've ever
had," he says earnestly.

   You stay silent knowing that this is the beginning of the end of things
with him.  You never really know what to say to the guys anyway.  `You're
welcome' and the casual `Anytime' just never seems to come out right. 
Lately you've been just trying to be memorable with them.

   "Don't give up," you say trying to be reassuring.  "Someday it will be
like it used to be," you say.  You don't have any real basis for this idea.
You just want to somehow believe it yourself.  Having others believe it and
seeing it spark light into them makes the idea real to you.

   He thinks about it while you both lay naked on the couch together. 
Eventually, he gets up, gets dresses and leaves.  David left the room
shortly after the excitement was over.  He apparently doesn't stay for
pillow talk.

   You get a shower and then bed down for the night.  Having an audience
made things a little different.  You wanted to get more of David's
attention.  You aren't sure how much you got or if you got any of his
attention at all.  Your next appointment is going to have to be different
and make a bigger impression on David.  Fortunately you have five days
before your next appointment like this and have time to plan.

   Maybe you can convince David will tell you what's been wearing on his
mind so much before the next one, too.

   Part 7

   The next two days are typical.  The third day you awake to movement in
your apartment.  You get up to find people moving your workout equipment
out of your workout room.

   "What's going on?" you ask as you see David in the doorway directing
traffic.

   "I need this room," he says as he directs movers to set up a bed against
the wall.

   "Another bed?" you mention as thoughts run though you head.  Is David
going to be sleeping here?  The bed and dresser are not as big and
elaborate as your bedroom.

   "Your workout equipment will be across the hall.  This room is going to
have a guest," he says as he gestures to the door.

   A homely petite girl blonde girl comes over to David and takes his hand.
"This is Casey.  She's going to be staying here for a while.  Casey, this
is Sarah.  She stays in the room through there," David gestures to the door
that goes into the main room.

   The girl looks about fourteen maybe fifteen.  She has long blonde hair
and looks like she hasn't been cared for well.  She's pretty skinny and the
clothes that she has on seem to be simple and generic, T-shirt and jeans.
The clothes also look a little too big, like they weren't for her.  She
looks at you and then looks down.

   "What have you done to her?!" you come over to her angrily.  You kneel
down to examine her.  You see old bruises that have healed.  You can tell
she's pretty tough for a kid.

   She pulls away from you.

   "She'll be okay, but she needs to stay here," David says very concerned
as she puts her arm around his waist.

   "Please don't leave," she pleads to him.

   "I won't be far," David says as he bends down to her height (about
5'1"). "It's safer here for you and you won't have to hide.  I'll be back
soon." He stands back up and addresses you.  "Please make sure that she's
comfortable and knows how the schedule and meals work.  I'll be back soon."
David tells the movers to finish up and everyone leaves quickly after the
room is simply set with a bed, dresser, and nightstand.  "Will you show her
how to use the tablet to get clothes and stuff for her room?  Her login is
her name." he hands you a tablet computer like yours.

   "I'll show her," you say still taking in everything.  It's all still
processing in your mind.  Who is this girl?  Why would she pull away from
you and try run to David like that?

   As soon as David is gone you look at the tablet computer just handed to
you as Casey goes into the main room and starts to look around.  It looks
like yours.  Then a horrible thought hits you: Does she have to have to
have sex with the guys like you?  You frantically hit her tablet and bring
up her schedule.  You breathe a sigh of relief to see that she doesn't have
any men appointments at least for the two weeks it shows.  She has a
physical exercise block, meal times, even a trip to the roof (which itself
is an enclosed park with grass, trees, and a reflecting pool).

   After a few hours and a hot meal, Casey opens up to you.  She was awoken
from her stasis and quickly sold to some kind of syndicate.  They had raped
her daily and abused her almost hourly for months to the best that she
could remember.  From there, she was taken by some kind of gang where she
was used as a toy that they gave to the top people there to play with and
rape.  She said she had tried to fight them and resist, but that only made
them beat her more.  She said every day was a nightmare of being mistreated
and then raped in one way or the other.

   Also, she is older than she looks.  In fact she just turned sixteen from
what she can remember and carries herself very maturely for her age.  It's
surprising that after what she's been though that she is not more
emotionally scarred.  She must have had good upbringing to have weathered
what she did and not turn mean.  She doesn't remember almost anything from
before, a side effect of the hibernation (you can understand, your memory
is full of holes, too).  She is still jumpy.  Every time the door chimes or
someone walks in, she seems to be timid and shy like she's expecting bad
things to happen.

   Two weeks ago, David came and took her from the basement that had been
her prison.  She didn't know how or why anything was happening.  She had
been staying at David's house for two weeks.  She had to hide during the
day when he was gone.  David had told her that if others knew she that she
was there, they would try to take her away to another nightmare.  A few
days ago while David was out, men broke into his home and searched the
place for her.  Fortunately David had made a hiding place in one of the
walls and showed her in case of such an emergency.  She hid in that small
space scared to death that they would find her and take her away again.

   David told her that it wasn't safe there anymore and that she would have
to stay where he worked.

   As the day goes on, you find Casey to be very pleasant.  She was
initially afraid because she had thought that David was taking her to a
place like where she had been.  You didn't tell her that in some ways it is
like that.  She doesn't seem to know what really goes on here.  She's
intelligent and takes to the tablet like any teenager.  The first thing you
do together is order some clothing that will actually fit her and some new
bedding for her room.  Apparently David doesn't have much style since he
only chose plain white sheets, a blanket, and white pillows to begin with.

   David joins you for lunch.  You and Casey order the lunch special and
David has fried chicken which is pretty typical of him.

   Casey lights up with a big smile when David comes in.  You are a little
embarrassed by the way you reacted when you thought she was going to be
here as another woman to be used.  You still haven't told Casey about the
sex with men by appointment here.  If you can, you are thinking that you
might try to keep that part away from her.

   "Are you doing okay?" he asks her as he pushes the dinner cart into the
room.  "Is all this real?" she asks still disbelieving all that you have
shown her in the apartment and what she done so far this morning.

   "Yes, but it is only that way as long as you follow the rules...." he
says as he starts putting trays on the table.

   `The rules' go through your head.  You hear it with the meaning of `have
sex with whoever you're told'.  You hope she doesn't have that definition,
too.

   "You must not try to get away or I can't protect you, and don't cause
trouble while you're here," he says as he sets the last tray down on his
side of the table.

   "Casey tells me that she stayed at your home for a while," you lead in.

   David sits down and looks at Casey.  "Yeah, I was hoping that she would
be safe there, but I think one of my neighbors saw her though a window and
tipped off the locals.  I couldn't take the chance that anything would
happen to her while I was gone.  This was as secure a place as I could
figure out for the time being.  I'm working on something else, but it still
has a few bugs to work out."

   You and Casey start eating and everyone seems relaxed.  "I saw that you
two are headed for the pool a little later," he says.  "I have a box being
delivered to your room with some clothes that might fit better along with a
bathing suit.  I figure it would be much better than hiding out at my
house."

   "Thank you," Casey says.  She seems polite, but still hesitant to take
anything at face value.  She doesn't take compliments well as you found out
earlier when helping her fix her long hair.  "Sarah showed me how to use to
the computer.  She said that you wouldn't mind me ordering some stuff.  I
tried not to go overboard with it," she says carefully as if she doesn't
want to make him upset.

   "That fine.  There is a weekly spending limit built into it so you don't
have to worry," he says.  You have seen the same on yours, but never
exceeded the amount.  You didn't even know what would happen if you did.

   Casey smiles and keeps eating.

   "Are you going to be back tonight for a movie?" you ask trying to keep
the conversation light and moving along.

   The rest of the meal is friendly and filled with normal conversation. 
David has picked up the cue that you aren't mentioning what business goes
on at night.  After the meal, you ask if you can talk to David in your
bedroom away from Casey.

   Casey goes off to watch T.V.  and you can hear the television turn on as
you close the door in your room.

   You are direct and to the point.  Besides, you know that he doesn't do
subtext very well.  "Is she going to be forced to have sex here, too?"

   He answers patiently.  "Not at the moment," he says.  "The company isn't
the one in control of her.  I am.  If it were up to the company, she would
have the same amount of appointments as you.  The company didn't acquire
her.  I did."

   The anger at the injustice flares in you.  "We are not property to be
bought and sold.  We have rights!"

   "No, you don't," he says solidly.  "Women's rights were given up seven
years ago when organizations began developing ways to keep the population
going.  The court systems have given up women's rights and free will
because females are too valuable.  Even if it weren't legal, there are too
many groups that would use women for pleasure, profit, and procreation. 
Children under eight are almost as valuable and just as endangered until
the population levels out."

   You don't like being referred to as a possession and definitely offended
by hearing that David `owns' Casey like a slave girl.

   David's tone softens.  "I'm not completely happy with how things are,
either.  I saved her because I couldn't bear to hear how badly she was
treated and when I had a chance to take her from it, I bought her.  For
legal reasons, she is considered mine.  The company can't use her if I
don't allow it.  They are letting me house her here in hopes that I'll
change my mind.  That's another way I've secured my job here.  Also, they
won't take a chance of making me angry and taking her out of here."

   You process all of this.  You understand, but still don't like it. 
"Fine," you say as you accept it so far.  "But I want your word that she
won't be used for sex."

   "Technically, she is mine and I can do whatever I want to with her.  I
can have her service me or anyone I choose.  I can punish her for
disobedience and it's the accepted practice," he states to show his power.
"You want me to keep the company men away from her, I agree with you on
that."

   "And what about you?" you say.  "You'll keep your hands off?"

   He doesn't say anything.  "And for this, what do I get?" David asks.

   "What do you mean?" you ask not understanding.

   "You want me to agree to something.  What do I get in return?" David
asks apparently amused with the idea.

   "I'll...," you think quickly.  "I'll go follow the appointment schedule
without problems."

   "You'll do that whether you want to or not.  The company insists on
that," he says and then waits.

   You think for a moment.

   The Casey opens the door.  "I found a movie.  Do you guys want to
watch?" she asks innocently.

   "I have to pass because I have some work to get to," David says.  He
looks at you and says, "Let me know what you come up with." He turns back
to Casey.  "I'll be back later tonight for a movie.  How's that?"

   "Sure," she says as she smiles and disappears back though the door.

   David leaves and you take a moment before you join Casey for a Disney
movie.

   You think on things that evening.  David doesn't ask you or press you
for an answer.  He doesn't really have to.  Until you think of what David
could want, he can take advantage of Casey at will.  She seems so taken
with him that she wouldn't fight him if did make advances on her.  She's
sixteen and had sex before, but it's still wrong in your point of view. 
You have to think of something.

   It is two days until your next appointment.

   You keep an eye on Casey every time David comes around.  You don't leave
him alone with her and he doesn't seem to be making any advances on her,
yet.  She stays right by him anytime he's around, though.  You can't tell
if she likes him as a father figure or man who came from the darkness to
save her.  In any case, you worry that she likes him a little too much.  He
makes an effort to do activities with her and even goes swimming with the
both of you.  It doesn't show in her regular clothes, but she is a
beautiful teenager in her light blue one piece bathing suit.  Casey has
really developed over all.  Her chest is at size B on its way to C.  You
even caught a glimpse of her changing and seen that she is shaven in her
pubic region cleanly.  You know that David has insisted that you do this
and you think that this could be his suggestion as well.  She is going to
make a beautiful woman as long as she continues to take care of herself.

   Another thought hits you that you file away for later: you know the food
contains vitamins and hormones for you that get you turned on very easily.
David told you they are added to your food to make sure that you are
fertile.  You wonder if they are being added to Casey's food as well.  The
side effect of a high sex drive would manifest in her as well.  That could
be a very bad thing.

   You watch David while the three of you swim and know she must be very
attractive to him.  Also, you take your own personal glimpse at David in
his swimming trunks and he isn't too bad himself.  He must swim pretty
often too by the way that he handles himself in the water.  You watch him
carefully and he doesn't seem to do touch her in any inappropriate way or
watch her too closely.  He splashes you playfully when you seem too lost in
thought.  You laugh and have a fun time while diving and relaxing in the
water.  You still keep your guard up, but they don't seem to notice it.

   You want to ask her how she feels about David, but you have started to
notice that if you say anything against David, she becomes defensive.  You
don't argue that he isn't the great man that she thinks he is, because you
want her to trust you.

   You don't want to pry, but you did ask if she had sex with him while at
his house and she replied honestly no.  She asked if you had been with him
and you had to honestly tell her no.  She seemed happier knowing that fact.
Later you wonder if she would have been easier to manipulate if you would
have said yes and made up a horrible story so she wouldn't like David as
much.  It might make her easier to deal with.

   The first night that she was there, Casey came to your room and asked if
she could sleep in your bed.  She said that she isn't used to sleeping
alone.  David had allowed her to sleep with him for comfort and security.
You are glad to accept the companionship.

   You wonder again about David He slept in the same bed with this fully
capable girl for two weeks and didn't make sexual advances toward her? 
She's not that much of a kid anymore and she knows very well what sex is.
You wonder if they had lied to you.  They could be telling the truth and
David hadn't touched her.  She definitely doesn't seem as if he'd ever laid
a hand on her.  For that matter, could David be gay?  You dismiss that
thought very quickly.  He seems to enjoy his job way too much and loves to
look at you naked too much for him to be gay.  You don't doubt that he
would take her sooner or later if you don't think of something.  He's
controlled but not blind.

   During the next few days, you dwell on your options.  You are going to
have to come up with a plan or idea soon.  With the way that Casey is fond
of him, she would let him have anything he wanted and be happy to give it
to him.  This makes for a huge temptation.  You remember how David was
during your last session with a guy.  He tried to stay out of it, but being
present during the act, he couldn't help but get involved.  What if this
time, he is so turned on that he turns to Casey for release?  You don't
imagine that he'll restrain himself forever.

   Part 8

   The next two days go on without any issues.  Any chance that Casey gets
to be around him, she is.  She isn't even an attention seeking about it. 
She'll just come up and sit with him in the living room quietly while he
works on his laptop computer.  She follows him, but doesn't demand his
attention like you thought she would.  She seems generally happy just to be
around him.

   This has made it difficult for you to get a word privately with him
about things.  With her sleeping in your room, you are sure that he hasn't
had any late night visits with her.  Unfortunately, this evening is
scheduled another one of your appointments.  You pulled up Casey's schedule
and she doesn't have anything on it to take her off the floor.  You don't
want her to know about the sessions.

   At about a quarter until eight, you go talk to her in the living room.

   "I need you to stay in your room for a while," you say not really having
a good lie to cover it up.  You had thought of several, but in this place,
there really isn't much that happens.

   She looks confused.  "Why?  What's going on?" She starts to look
troubled like she's wondering what she did wrong.

   "I just need you to stay in your room until I come and get you," you say
not offering anything false, yet.  "I have to take care of something and I
don't want you to be involved."

   She now looks concerned for you.  "I want to help if I can.  Surely if
you are having trouble, David can help...."

   When she mentions David's name, you couldn't help but instinctively
change your tone.  He is the reason she can't be around.  "No, I am going
to be okay and everything is going to be fine." You change back to a
friendly tone.  "I just need you to stay in your room until I come and get
you.  Okay?"

   "Okay," she says not completely understanding.  She knows that she's
missing something, but the concern in your voice tells her that she should
listen anyway.

   She closes the door to her room with one last concerned glance back at
you.  You dim the lights in the main room with the dimmer.  You do it
mostly for mood.  You don't like how you look naked and if David chooses to
parade you around, it'll help you not be as self conscious.  You go to your
room, fix your hair, put on a touch of make-up and dress in your robe only.
If you can move the undressing stage along quick enough, it might be over
before Casey gets an idea of what is going on.

   You sit in a comfortable chair in your room and wait the last few
minutes before the appointment.  You put on a little slow music to try to
kill the silence.  You try to think of things that will get you in the
mood. As much as you try to deny it, the best you can come up with is
David's toned body swimming a few days ago.

   There is no door chime this time.  You hear the door to the apartment
quietly open and at least two people enter the room.  You wait as David
leads your `man of the hour' in.  You rise to greet them.  They stop in
front of you.

   "How do you want to do this?" David asks you.

   "You are going to direct me tonight," you say.  The more that David is
involved, the more of a chance he'll want you and that might keep him away
from Casey.

   "That's fine," he says and takes a step back.  "How about you help
Michael with his shirt?"

   You come forward and take a look at the man.  He looks like a country
boy with a black shirt, jeans, boots, and a leather belt.  "Nice you meet
you," you say as you examine him.  He doesn't look very comfortable.  You
know how he feels.  Even though you've been with dozens of men by now, it's
never comfortable in this situation.

   You give him a little smile like you know what you're doing.  You take
his black T-shirt off him.  He's not bad too look at with dark chest hair
that you run your hand though.  Then you come back to a still position with
your hands at your sides.

   "Do you want to get a taste of her?" David asks Michael.

   "I don't know..." he seems to be taken off guard.  He looks at David. 
"What do you want me to do?"

   David smiles understanding.

   You get the feeling that this guy hasn't had much if any experience with
girls.

   "Offer him one of your tits to kiss," David says.

   You slide your robe down your shoulder letting the two men stare at your
naked right breast.

   Michael brings his hand up and starts to gently cup your breast.  Then
he leans down and licks the nipple.  It starts out as a lick and then turns
into sucking.  You stand there and let him fondle you.

   "How about you help him get more comfortable," David says as he walks
around the both of you.  "Get down on your knees and unzip his pants."

   You pull the robe back up over yourself and get down to your knees in
front of the man.  He stands there and watches you.  You unzip and unbutton
your pants.  They pull down easily along with his blue boxers.

   You see his dick there semi erect.

   "Massage him and make him feel welcome," David instructs as he sits down
in your chair behind you.  You stroke his dick and reach down with your
other hand and rub his balls.  This is something that you take pride in. 
In the past, you have been able men cum in minutes.

   He rubs his fingers though your hair and you don't need him to tell you
what he wants.  But you do wait for David to tell you.  You stroke him up
and down slowly.  He pulls your head closer to him, but you just keep
stroking him.

   "Suck it, Baby," he whispers.

   You turn your gaze from him to David.  You see he is enjoying the show.

   "Don't keep him in suspense.  Use your mouth," David says as if this is
a normal conversation.  You don't waste as second.  You start by licking
the head and then you put his dick in your mouth and using your tongue on
the underside of it.  You are still working his balls with your fingers. 
You plant your fore finger at the spot at the base of his balls.

   Almost every guy goes crazy when you massage there.  This guy is no
exception.

   You feel him hardening in your mouth in seconds and you take him all the
way in your mouth as far as you can.  You hold him there for a moment and
suck hard before you come back up to the head.  You begin going up and down
and you can hear him moan in pleasure.

   You glance over in the chair and see David adjusting his pants to
accommodate an erection of his own.  You hope to take care of that, too.

   "Have you ever seen a girl milked?" David asked the guy after a few
minutes.  This is a new phrase to you, too.  You are worried what he could
mean by it.

   The guy doesn't respond.  He just closes his eyes to enjoy you on his
dick.

   "Michael, why don't you lay down on the bed?" David says getting up and
going over to the black cabinet.

   "Please, David" you ask worried what he's going to pull out of that
thing this time.  David presses some kind of remote in his pocket and the
cabinet lock clicks.  He opens the doors to it and you see the rows of sex
toys.

   Michael pulls back the sheets and lies down on his back.  His dick is
still hard and pointing at his belly.

   "Lose the robe," David says simply.  You untie the robe and let it drop
to the floor.  David seems to approve of your direct approach to getting
this over with.  "Go over to him and continue sucking him," David instructs
as he starts rummaging around in the cabinet.

   You go over to him and kneel on the bed.  You lower your face to his
dick and start sucking him again.  You are afraid of what David has in
mind. You've never heard the term `milked' before in sex and within ten
years, you're sure men have invented sex toys to work with.  The idea
brings to mind painful pumps or suction machines on your breasts.

   You hear David come back to the bed.  You keep working your mouth up and
down.  You don't want to stop in fear that David will start whatever he has
planned.  You don't think that you like the idea of getting
`milked'-whatever that means.

   You are on your hands and knees sucking and rubbing on his dick.  The
guy continues to quietly moan and David rubs your back.

   "Spread you legs," David quietly commands you.

   You spread your legs being on your knees and instantly realize how
exposed you are.

   David rubs the front of your pussy from in between your legs.  He rubs
on the outside for a moment and then inserts a finger into you.  You are
already wet and he easily slides his first finger completely inside you. 
He rubs it around and then slides it back out.  You feel him probe at your
anus and push his lubricated finger inside.  As he slides it in, he puts
his middle finger up your pussy.  Neither of his fingers is big enough to
cause pain and you are thankful that he lubed up his finger before probing
in your ass.  Within moments he starts to run his two fingers in and out of
you.

   This actually feels good to you.  You are so turned on by it all and you
can't help but work harder sucking the guy's dick.  You let out a moan of
enjoyment when David goes deep in and massages inside you.

   "Are you ready to see her go crazy?" David asks the guy.

   "Oh yes," he says in between long breaths.  He could have been saying
`oh yes' in a moan or as an answer.  It didn't really matter at the moment.

   You hear a hum and you catch your breath.  You feel David's fingers
vibrating inside you.  The kind of vibration from a vibrator, but it's
still his fingers rubbing inside you.

   "Oh!" you cry as your first orgasm takes you by surprise.  You reach one
of your hands down on his hand to pull more of him into you.  You feel some
plastic box on the palm and top of his hand vibrating his entire hand.  You
pull it into in tight and you feel his fingers continue to move as you cum
hard.  You stop sucking enough to moan yourself and catch your breath.

   David doesn't stop.  He continues to pull in and out of your pussy and
anus with the magic fingers.

   You move your hips to his beat and start picking up the rhythm.  Your
second orgasm hits on the tail end of the first and they start to run
together.  You've never felt anything so wonderful before.  You've used a
vibrator before, but it doesn't hold a candle to having his warm fingers as
living vibrators inside you.

   You lost lose count of how many times you cum for him.  You continue to
rock your hips back and forth and each time he meets you moving his fingers
in and out of you.  Somehow he works this third finger up the front of you
and makes contact with your clitoris as he continues the movement with his
entire hand at once.

   You mindlessly moan and continue working on the man's penis.  You bob up
and down on it and match the stride with David.  The guy can't take it
anymore and you hear him let loose as he begins to cum in your mouth.

   You pull it out of your mouth as you feel his testicles contract.  You
continue to masturbate him as he erupts and most of it sprays on his
stomach.  You feel a drop or two on your face.  You continue to stroke him
up and down as he continues to spew thick white semen.

   You continue to orgasm and grind against David His magic fingers are
still to working in you.  You feel your own cum running down your legs. 
You can even hear a wet sound as he goes in and out.  You put your effort
into working on the man under you.  You go begin sucking on his dick after
he is done.  There is a salty taste, but it doesn't bother you at this
point.  You are more concerned with getting him hard again to see if you
can make him orgasm again.

   David is relentless with you, though.  He stays at the same steady pace
for a long time and it makes your orgasms seem to go on and on.

   Michael moans as you work on him, but it is evident that he isn't going
to reach another climax.  He softens but still enjoys all the effort that
you're putting into it.  The words "Oh, Baby,", "Oh, yeah,", and moans
still escape him every few seconds.

   As the minutes start to slow down again, you feel the vibrations in
David fingers start to slow.  He still moves in and out of you, but you can
tell he's winding down.  You start to come down from your high and begin to
catch your breath like you just ran a marathon.  You polish off the dick
and come up off of his dick.  You still use your hand to massage him, but
it's getting softer and softer as you go.

   You on the other hand can't believe how good that felt or that David was
capable of making you feel like that.

   David finally removes his fingers from inside you.  The inside of your
legs are soaked from your juices that flowed from inside you.  He rubs the
outer lips for a moment.  You stay in position for him as Michael seems to
be recovering.  David runs his hand up your body to your breasts.  He lifts
your tit and runs your nipple between his warm fingers.

   You begin to recover your senses.  You must have been in that position
for some time.  You look at the clock by your bed and figure he has been
working on you for thirty minutes.  "Can I take care of you, too?" you ask.
You reach down to David's pants and feel the ridged cock inside.

   David gives you a smile of pride.  "No, I don't think so." He lifts and
squeezes your breast in his hand gently.  "You've done excellent."

   David addresses Michael and you as he gestures to two very large and
soaked areas where your knees are.  "And that is what is meant by being
`milked' for cum." Michael begins to move and you let him up.  You turn on
the bed to face David, still naked.  You sit back a little to give him a
better view.  You can hear Michael getting dressed.

   "Why won't you let me?  I've done everything you told me," you plead. 
"Please..." you say in a most innocent voice.

   David leans forward and kisses your lips deeply as he pulls you close to
him.  "You've been magnificent, but not tonight."

   You sit back down as he stands back up.  "I'll get you some new sheets.
Why don't you go get cleaned up?" He smiles a proud smile at you.  He moves
away toward the closet that the linens are kept in.

   You can't believe that he didn't take your offer.  You felt how hard he
was.  He was so turned on and made you feel so good.  How can he not want
to have sex with you unless he's made other plans?  You get up and head to
your bathroom.  As you glance back at David who is still at the closet, see
that the door between your room and the living room is slightly open and a
pair of peeping young eyes are there.  You act like you don't see her there
only to not let David know anything.  You see her disappear in the dim
light as you both lock eyes.

   You get in the shower and start to think over everything.  You have no
idea how long she was there and how much she has seen.  You know that this
is going to be at the least awkward and at most a disaster when you talk to
her.

   You get into the shower, but feel like you've been drained of energy. 
When you come back out, David and Michael are gone.  Your bed is made with
clean sheets and blanket.  You glance at the doorway to the living room,
but only blackness is there.  You kind of hoped that Casey would be there
and you could try to do some damage control on what she witnessed.  You lie
down on the bed and start going though all the things that you could tell
her to try to make this okay.  You even debate on going to find her now,
but you feel spent.

   You get up after a few minutes and get a drink from the refrigerator in
the main room.  You take a quick peek into Casey's room and see her alone
in her bed.  She is turned away from you so you can't tell if she's asleep
or not.  But the one thing you were making sure of is that was alone.

   You go back to your room and want to think about everything.  You try to
stay awake for a while, but sleep claims you.  You just hope that you can
come up with something in the morning...

   Part 9

   You wake up to sunshine though the window.  You are alone in your bed,
which is a little different because Casey usually sneaks into your bed in
the middle of the night.  You dread the conversation that you are going to
have to have with her.

   You get up and get dressed for the day.  It's very quiet out in the main
room.  You check your schedule and you are set for the exercise room this
morning and then nothing for the rest of the day.  With it looking this
nice, you put a roof trip on the schedule for this afternoon.  A little sun
would be a nice.

   You go through your morning routine of washing up and brushing your
teeth.  You can hear water running in the other bathroom.  It sounds like
Casey is getting a shower.  You get to the main room and order breakfast on
your tablet.  You try to be as normal as you can.

   Casey comes walking though the room on her way to her room in a towel
only.  Her hair is still wet.  She doesn't look over at you.

   "I'm ordering breakfast, what would you like?" you ask trying to be
friendly.  You imagine she's mad at you.

   "Just eggs and bacon, please," she says as she continues to her room
without looking at you.

   You were hoping that this would start a longer conversation but Casey
goes to her room and closes the door behind her.  You punch in the order
and wait for a few minutes.  You guess this is going to be harder than
that. You give her a few minutes to get dressed and come out.  You can hear
music playing in her room, some kind of rock stuff.  When it is apparent
that she's not going to come out, you give up on that idea and go knock on
her door.

   "Come in," Casey says in a voice that says she doesn't want to have this
conversation either.

   You open the door and find her sitting at her desk using the mirror to
fix her hair.  The desk arrived her second day.  You thought about asking
for one, but forgot to.  She is in a different style outfit than usual. 
It's a cute pink halter top and jean shorts.  The clothes are not very
weather friendly since it is currently fall, but the outfit does show off
her legs and B/C sized chest.  This is a new for her.  She has ordered all
kinds of clothing.  You have helped her with most of it, but you have seen
a few outfits when passing her closet that she must have ordered without
you.  Mostly she wears stuff like this as work out apparel or night stuff,
but this one seems to be her choice for the day.  She is running a brush
though her blonde hair by the mirror.

   You take a deep breath.  "I think we need to talk," you say trying to go
slow.  You might be able to find out exactly what she caught last night.

   She keeps facing the mirror working on her hair, but she does slow the
brushing a bit and looks at you in the refection.  "Why didn't you want me
to know you were going to have a man here last night?" She asks innocently.

   "I didn't want you to think anything bad of me," you say.  You also have
an idea that maybe you can swing this at least partially positive.  "I
didn't want you involved in that."

   "Why?  What is going on?  Why did David bring a guy to you last night?"
she stops and turns around to you.

   "I...." you falter as your mind races for some way to spin this. 
"Humanity won't be here for long if women don't have babies." It's the same
propaganda that they told you when you came here.  You wonder if it'll work
better on her when you say it.  "I have agreed to have sex with the men so
that I can help populate the country.  They remove my eggs and take them to
a lab to be grown." You try to make it believable.  You come closer to her
and take her hand.  "I want to help and David makes sure that no one is
allowed to hurt me."

   "Why was David there?" She looks very concerned from you.  You see fear
creep into her eyes like she's remembering what it was like before she came
here.  "Is he making you do these things?" You are afraid of the truth she
is very close to learning.  You resolve to go with the fairy tale.  "He
isn't making me sleep with these men.  He is there to make sure that
everything goes well and I want him there because I trust him.  I feel
better when he is there."

   She still looks skeptical.  She thinks it over for a moment.  "Why did
you offer to have sex with David?" You were hoping that she didn't hear any
of that.  You choose to go with a lie instead of breaking her bubble of
what David is to her.  You're already bending the truth, might as well go
all the way.  It might save her some pain.

   "David takes care of us.  He doesn't ask us for anything.  I wanted to
show my appreciation.  Why is it fair to give other guys pleasure and not
him?  Have you made friends with any other people?" you ask her.

   "No, they don't talk to me." She says trying to understand.

   "And David makes time to spend with us, takes us where we want, and
makes sure that we have what we need?" you say trying to have her connect
the dots in the direction you want.

   "So you don't have to sleep with them," she says slowly, either trying
to convince herself or just so she can get all of the idea.  "You want to?"

   You nod slowly trying to convince her.

   "And David isn't using you for sex?" she says letting some of her fear
slip away.

   "No, he has never used me for sex," you state for her.  You know that
it's only partly the truth.  He has never used you for sex.  The company
uses you for sex on a regular schedule.  At the moment, the statement is
true enough.  "The company is letting me help make children so we can make
the world like it use to be, before the virus."

   She turns back to the mirror on her desk and starts brushing her hair.
For a moment, she thinks it over in silence.  "Could David have sex with us
if he wanted to?" she ventures.

   "Yeah, I'm sure he could," you say coming up behind her and helping her
with her long blonde hair.  You go through your story in your mind to think
of any loose ends you may have left.  Also, you pray that you get to talk
to David first and he'll help you keep this story going.

   She thinks for a few minutes while you braid her hair.  You enjoy
working with her hair.  It's so long and full.  Your hair has always had a
natural curl so you rarely get to work with hair so straight.

   "Should I...." she starts and isn't sure how to ask.  She looks more
like a teenager now asking a parent about the birds and bees.  She is
nervous so you let her talk at her own pace.  She tries again to get words
out.  She looks down at her hands.  "Should I let David.......have me?"

   This so didn't go the direction you wanted it to.  "No," you say quickly
trying to think of how this went this far wrong.

   "But...I have been with guys," she says suddenly gets defensive as she
looks up at your reflection in the mirror.  "I never wanted them.  They
never cared about me or how I felt.  They took me and did whatever they
wanted." You see a tear form in her eye as she recalls it.  "Only a few
times did it ever feel good for me." She turns to face you in the chair
again with hope now.  "I saw what he did with you.  He wanted you to enjoy
it.  He made sure that you..." she tries to think of the word and gives up.
"He didn't have sex with you for himself and could have.  Why is it wrong
for me to show him my thanks?" This time her question comes out not as a
shy suggestion, but as a challenge.  "I would make sure that he wasn't
disappointed.  I could do it," she says hopeful.

   You can tell that ideas are making connections in her head as she says
them out loud.  She might as well be having the conversation with herself.
She connected the dots so fast in the completely wrong direction than you
wanted them to.  "That's not what I meant," you try to back pedal to when
this conversation was going your way.

   "Why not?" she asks you.

   "I didn't mean that you should be with him.  I meant that was the reason
of what happened last night," you say not really getting the point across.

   "Do I have to be with men?  Should I be willing to help like you?" she
asks as she looks to for guidance.

   "No," you say firmly.  "Who you are with is your choice.  I choose to do
this.  You can't and don't have to.  David has done so much to make sure
that you don't have that kind of life.  He and I both don't want that for
you." You figure that if you can play it this way that she'll let that idea
go.

   She thinks for a moment.  You know that the idea of being with guys
again doesn't really appeal to her after what she's been though.  If you
have to, you'll remind her of the pain before to keep her from leaning in
that direction.

   "Okay.  I won't be with the guys.  But will you at least be honest with
me about it in the future?" she asks.

   You are relieved to hear she came to at least that decision.  "Yes.  I'm
sorry that I kept it from you and from now on, I'll tell you when they are
going to come here.  I didn't want to tell you, but since you seem to be
handling it well, I think it's going to be okay," you say.  You've lost
count of the lies that you told her in this sitting alone.  You hope that
you don't regret them and she never finds out.

   She hugs you.  You feel a guilty, but a little guilt is a small price to
pay for her not learning the real truth.  She turns back to the mirror and
you are getting to the end of her hair.

   "So what about David?" she asks with the shyness back in her voice.

   "I'm sure David is fine.  If not, he would have let me take care of
him," you say.  You can tell that the idea is still in her head.  How do
you tell another (almost) adult that she can't do what she just watched you
try to do last night?  You don't have a good idea for it.  She's almost an
adult after all.  She's had sex with probably over a hundred guys in the
past year.  It would be different if she were a virgin or never had any
experience.  Casey probably doesn't understand what sex is supposed to be
between two people.

   You look up at the clock just as the door chimes.  Your breakfast is
here.

   Part 10

   You both eat relatively quickly and talk about the normal topics:
movies, your trip to the roof if it's nice, news that is on TV.

   A little later when it is time for your physical workout, you tell her
that you're going to make a detour and talk to David for a minute.  Casey
says she'll meet you in the workout room and heads out of the apartment and
down the hall.

   You go to one of the guards passing and ask where David is.  He directs
you to an office at the end of the hall.  You knock and hear David's voice
bidding you to enter.  This is the first time that you've been in his
office in all the time that you've been here.  It's actually quite
impressive.  It has another door at the back of the office.  You have no
idea where it goes.  It has a large desk with his laptop, files and
paperwork scattered on a side table and the desk, a sofa, large windows to
see the city, and even a mini-refrigerator.  On the wall are various
pictures and certificates.  There is an Army photo of David with other
guys. There are at least two diplomas from colleges.  You look at several
framed certificates that look like they are from the military or
government. A picture of David from long ago with a pretty young woman is
sitting on his desk.  Neither of them could be more than twenty by the look
of them.  The picture looks to have been taken in high school.  There is
something very familiar looking about the girl in the picture, but you
can't put your finger on it.  It's old and by the way its position, you
know it is special.

   "Can I help you?" he asks as he stops his paperwork and looks up at you.

   "Can we talk about last night," you start.

   He gestures at the chair in front of his desk and you take a seat.  "The
client was very satisfied, and so was I.  You were great," he says.  "I
hope the experience was enjoyable for you, too?"

   You smile.  "It was very good," you blush, "but that's not what I wanted
to talk about.  Casey saw what went on," you pause.  "I know that you have
kept the truth about this place a secret so far."

   You tell him about what you explained to Casey about the appointments
being your idea.  You completely leave out the fact that he came up in the
conversation and that Casey expressed interest in personally showing her
gratitude to him.  You figure nothing good could come of that.  If
anything, it would make him want her more.

   "So you want me to give her the impression that you're completely
willing in this arrangement?" he asks.  "And for this, you'll be willing to
stick to your appointment without any resisting?" He sounds like he's
trying to get out of your deal with him.

   "No, you still have to be present.  I told her that I am only with the
guys if you are there."

   David thinks about it for a moment.  "Sure," he says.  He's not usually
this agreeable.  You are surprised he didn't want something from you in
return like he usually does.  He's usually a big negotiator.  For him to
just go with what you have in mind is unusual.  In any case, you aren't
going to look a gift horse in the mouth.

   You see a torn white card on the floor next to his desk.  You reach down
to pick it up and put it back on his desk.  You read it without trying.  It
simply says, `When you need a favor, just ask.  (Signed) Larry.'

   "What is this about?" you ask as you put it on his desk.

   "Just a little man trying to get something he doesn't deserve," David
says with frustration.

   "What do you mean?  Who's Larry?" you ask concerned.

   "He's a weasel of a man who works down in accounting.  He's the reason
for all this," David motions at the desk almost covered with paperwork. 
"He sent me all this paperwork.  I've been working on it for three days. 
His department could get this done in an hour.  He makes the excuses that
they are too busy to get them done, so he floods me with it."

   "What does he mean by a favor?"

   David looks at you and then gives in.  "The accounting paper work has to
be in order or other people start poking into my business on the floor.  He
knows this."

   "So why don't you send this too him and let them do the work?" you ask
simply.

   "No," he says solidly.  "His idea of a favor involves you or Casey.  He
can rot and I'll do paperwork for a year before I'll let him anywhere
around either of you." You can hear the contempt for Larry.  You have no
idea why, but something tells you that you don't want to know.  The
weariness comes back into his voice.  "I'll finish this paperwork today, I
hope."

   You stand up and push the chair back up to his desk.  "Will we see you
at dinner?" you ask as you realize how long you've been in here.  Surely
Casey is wondering why you aren't at your work out.

   He gives you a soft smile.  "I'll try to be.  If I get this stuff done,
I will."

   You leave the office on your way to the exercise room.  You mentally
kick yourself.  You were going to confront him about Casey and if he was
going to stay away from her.  You start to turn back, but figure you have a
little time and that will wait until he's in a better mood.

   Part 11

   The day goes on without David around.  You get a nice run in.  Casey
enjoys the elliptical machines for a while.  She stays in the same clothes
for the day because she doesn't really work up a sweat.  The weather stays
mild and you both go up to the roof to enjoy the afternoon.

   From there, you can look out on the city and it seems to be huge.  You
enjoy looking out beyond the city to where it turns to countryside.  That's
where you really long to go.  There is shade and a couple of small
transplanted trees up there.  The grass and simulated grass is supposed to
make it feel like a park or something.  You relax in the sun.  Casey is
still in her clothes that don't cover her so well so she lies out in the
sun, too.  After an hour or so, a chill wind kicks up and you both decide
it's time to go in.  The guards escort you both back down to your floor.

   Dinner comes and goes.  You and Casey start the meal alone.  It's odd
not having David there for the day.  You ask the attendant who brings the
food tray, but he just says that David is still working.  You feel better
when David does come in halfway through the meal.  Casey gives him a quick
hug and returns to her place.  He lets you both know that he's almost done,
but he must get his work done.  He quickly leaves.  You still see some
frustration in him, but it's not anything to worry about yet.

   The rest of the evening goes well.  Because of your late night, the
night before, you shower and lay down pretty early.  Casey joins you.  You
have a large bed so it easily fits the two of you.  You fall asleep to what
you believe is going to be a good end of the day.

   You are awoken by something in the main room.  Casey is still in bed
with you and sleeping.

   You get up to investigate.  You are dressed in your nightgown but decide
to put on your robe as well.  You come into the main room and see the
lights are dimmed, but David is sitting on the sofa in front of the
television.  The volume isn't up loud, but it was still enough to wake you.
You look over at the clock and it's past eleven.  Usually he's not here
this late unless something is going on.  No one else seems to be around.

   You walk up to him.  "Working late?" you ask him casually.  He looks
turns to look at you and you can tell something is very different.  "Nope,
just finished," he says.  His hair isn't straight, his shirt isn't tucked
and the top two buttons on his shirt aren't fastened.

   You come a few steps closer and see that he has a liquor bottle in one
hand and the television remote in another.  On the table beside him, you
see a glass of orange juice.  The bottle is a third empty.  This is not a
good sign.

   "You're welcome to join me," he says and motions to the empty chair next
to the sofa.

   You know that this might be a bad idea, but he seems harmless enough. 
You sit in the chair.  "What's the occasion?" you nod at the bottle.

   "Paperwork is done and upstairs is off my back.  I found the error in
the numbers.  If I were a betting man, I would guess that Larry put it
there himself to mess things up for me." There is still something there
when he says Larry's name that makes you believe he's more than just an
accountant.  David is not to the point of slurring his words, but from the
tone and pace of his words, he's not far from it.

   "So it's a good day?" you say trying to be understanding and positive.

   "Good enough," he says looking at you.  You see softness in his eyes. 
His defenses look like they are finally down.  "Would you like some?  You
deserve it more than me, I'd think." He holds out the bottle.

   You hesitate for a moment and then come over to the couch next to him.
You look at the label on the blue bottle and it has a name that you
probably couldn't pronounce correctly and unfamiliar to you.  Further down
the label you do make note that it says '80 proof' on it in small
lettering. He's drinking hard.  It has a cherry smell to it.  You take a
sip out of the bottle.  Surprisingly, it tastes like a cherry drink, but it
doesn't seem to have an after taste like most hard liquors do.  You are
tempted to drink more and enjoy it, but from the way David looks, he might
be having enough enjoyment for you both.  You pass the bottle back to him.
"Not bad," you comment on it.

   You look at the television even though you have no interest in it.  He
has on an old movie called "Piranha" from 2010.  It's a decent movie, but
it never really had your interest.  You might as well choose now to have
the conversation about Casey while you have a little privacy.

   "What are you going to do with Casey?" you ask still trying to act like
you watching the movie.

   He turns the volume down a little for you both to talk.  "She's going to
be safe.  No one is going to be doing anything to her.  I've made sure of
that."

   "I mean you," you say looking at him.

   It looks like he's being truthful.  "I...." he trails off, "I haven't
decided."

   You think about it and finally give in completely.  "If you agree that
you won't use her for sex, I'll sleep with you." You understand the
implications of what you're offering.

   He lets out a sigh as he thinks it over.

   "Please.  She's just a girl and had it rough" you say.  You change your
tactics a little and turn toward him.  "She's only sixteen.  She's just a
kid.  She has no idea what sex is supposed to be." You think hard.  You can
see that he's thinking it over.  "The group that had her before were
monsters.  Do you really want her to think of a monster like them?"

   You look into his eyes when he looks over at you.  He smiles and his
head tilts down like there's a part of the puzzle that you just aren't
getting.

   "Why is it so special for you to have her?" you ask.

   He looks up at you and you can see him smile again.  "That, my dear, is
the right question.  I guess I can share it with you since you are the
closest I have to a friend." He takes a long drink out of the bottle and
offers it to you again.

   You pass on the drink, but he has your full attention.  He reaches over
puts the bottle on the table and gets the glass of orange juice to sip. 
"Along time ago, before the virus, I loved a girl.  She was everything to
me."

   You nod but stay quiet.

   "Her name was Gloria.  We knew each other though school and dated all
though out high school.  We were going to be married," he looks away and
you can see a tear in the corner of his eye as he brings up the past.  "We
were even engaged our senior year.  I lost her to the virus the first year
it went around the globe." he looks back at you.  You remember the picture
in his office.  That must have been her.  Something was very familiar about
the way she looked though...

   You suddenly make the connection.  The picture in his office looked
incredibly like Casey.  They look so much alike that they could have
been....

   "Casey was Gloria's baby sister.  She was taken away to a stasis unit
when the virus broke out.  Any women and young girls who weren't displaying
symptoms were taken.  I didn't know when she was brought out of it or
where. When I found out where she was, I had to save her," he takes a long
drink of the juice.

   "Does she know?" you ask him finally knowing why he's been so
affectionate with Casey.

   "No.  She didn't recognize me and I'm very different now.  She was just
a kid.  I just wasn't ready for her act, sound, and look so much like the
woman I fell in love with all those years ago." He is at least being honest
with you.  The talk seemed to have sobered him a little from his drunken
happy state.  "Then again, she's growing into being a woman herself and a
complete different person than her sister was.  I am seeing that she's her
own person, too."

   "So that's why you having tried anything with her?" you ask.

   "Yet," he adds.  It's like he can't stand for you to have the answers
that you want.  He reaches back for the bottle and he seems to go back to
his drunken state.

   "Do I get an answer, then?" you ask, trying to play the sexy vixen
again. "My offer still stands if you'll promise never to touch her.  It
seems like an easy decision to me." You put your head on his shoulder and
lay over on him trying to be affectionate.

   "I'll think it over," he says as he gives you a teasing smile.

   You both watch the movie for a few minutes and you hear your bedroom
door open.  You look and see Casey in her white silk night gown.  "Movie
night without me?" she asks.  She seems happy to see David, but you don't
think she understand he's drunk.

   You get up off the sofa.  "Would you like a refill?" you ask David as
you take his now empty glass.  "Would you come with me?" you ask Casey
trying to get her attention.

   "Thank you," David says as he hands you the glass.  He takes another sip
off the bottle.

   Casey follows you into the kitchenette off of the dining room.  "What's
up?" she says as she looks back to the main room where David is.

   "He's really drunk," you explain as you refill him some orange juice. 
You get yourself a glass and Casey grabs a bottle of water from the
mini-refrigerator that you have open.  "Maybe we should just go to bed and
let him stay there?" You hope that this way you could avoid saying the
words `I don't want him drunk around you.'

   "It'll be okay.  Besides, he might want some company," she gives you a
little smile that tells you that she has more on her mind.  "I can help
with that and maybe more if he wants it."

   You assess her quickly.  She's in a white thin night gown that is held
up with only two small straps on the shoulders.  Her chest is exposed on
the top a little, and the bottom of it only goes mid thigh.  This is so not
a good idea.  And it seems that she is all for it.

   "I thought we talked about this," you trying to look like the authority
figure.

   "You told me I should choose who I want to be with," she says as she
puts the cap back on the water.  "If I choose to give myself to him, then I
should be able to."

   "But he's not thinking straight."

   She doesn't like this.  "Then how about this, I won't do anything he
doesn't want me to do?" She doesn't wait for your answer.  Casey turns and
is back to the main room before you can answer.

   You finish pouring the glasses of juice and go in there as well.  You
don't want to have that conversation in front of David and Casey seems to
know that.  Casey is laying down with her head on David's lap on the sofa
with her legs stretched out so that she takes up almost all of it.  You
give David his glass and he thanks you for it.  Then you settle down in the
comfortable chair next to the sofa.

   It looks like David has made a little more progress in his bottle and
the movie has his attention.

   "Did we miss anything?" you ask casually as if the movie really has any
interest to you.

   "Not much," David says.  "The fish ate a few people, but that's it," he
fills you in on the pointless plotline.  You are much more interested in
the plotline around here and keeping the two of them apart.

   You pretend to watch the movie while you watch the two of them.  You
have to admit, if she is trying to work on him, she's a pro.  Casey
innocently asks a few questions about the movie and seems interested.  You
watch him run his fingers through her hair for a while and after about ten
minutes; he rests his hand on her shoulder.

   "Will you rub there, please," she asks.  She stretches her arm a little.
"I'm still a little stiff from the work out today."

   He rubs her shoulder and arm as she enjoys the attention.  Making him
touch her more seems to have been her plan.  After a few minutes he stops
and rests his hand back on her arm.  His finger tips stroke the bare skin
of her arm lightly.  David gets quiet and still looks like he is watching
the movie.

   You talk a little with them about the movie and meaningless stuff.  At
least once, you saw David look down and the young woman on the sofa with
him and gaze at her body.  Her night gown has ridden up and it now only
covering her bottom.

   "It's a little chilly tonight.  I'll be right back," you say as you go
to your room in the linen closet.  You grab two small blankets and bring
them in.  You get back as David takes another drink right from the bottle.
You put a blanket over Casey and take one for yourself as you settle back
into your plush chair.

   You get comfortable and you notice that Casey has changed positions
slightly.  She now has one arm up under her head.  This wouldn't be of any
interest at all except her hand is almost right on his crotch.  You have to
bite your tongue a little.

   The movie continues.  At one point in the movie, there is a sex scene.
The two of them are pretty quiet.  You imagine that for David, it is
because he's pretty drunk.  You peek over and see the very slight movement
of Casey's hand on him.  It's not much, but when does it have to be much
for a guy?  Both of David's hands are above the blanket.  One still rests
on her shoulder because she has her arm above the blanket.  The other hand
still holds the bottle he's been nursing for an hour.

   After the scene, talking resumes mostly like normal.  You don't want to
say anything and have problem in front of David Casey is making you
uncomfortable.  She moves around but each time she acts like she's getting
comfortable, you can see that she's also getting at better position to
massage him.  Even David starts to react a bit and you can tell he is
getting turned on.

   You wonder if he's going to take her even after the offer you gave him.
The idea that he is protecting Casey and her being Gloria's sister may not
protect her from the temptation of a willing young woman combined with a
lot of alcohol.  You wonder if you have the option to stop him if he tries
while he's drunk.  Would his guards tie you up if he told them?  Would they
take you to the thirteenth floor for him if you made him angry?  In his
drunkenness, what could he do to you.....or her?  Suddenly, a bad thought
hits you.  Would he tie her up and use the unimaginable things in the
cabinet on her?  That is a possibility whether he is in a good mood or not.
He has never had a problem using whatever he wanted on you.  You've not
even been able to talk him out of his decision once when it came to sex or
what to use on you.  If he has sex with her, would he use those on her in
his present state?

   You half-heartedly watch the movie and make small talk with the two of
them while all of this goes though your head.  You keep trying to think how
you can make this go smoothly.  Making either of them mad would be a bad
idea.  He could take it out on you in so many ways.  As far as Casey is
concerned, you can still influence her if she feels you can trust her.  If
you make her mad, you won't be able to use that and she'll do whatever she
wants (have sex with him or act up and be sent to the thirteenth floor). 
At the moment, keeping her on good terms is the only way you can keep her
doing what you want.

   After David's speech starts to slur, you notice that he gets quieter,
either out of drunkenness or embarrassment.  Casey giggles at the way he
can't get full sentences out.  He has to adjust his position a few times.
The two of you continue to chat about how the characters in the movie must
be idiots to see obvious warning signs of a threat and choose not to do
anything about it.

   Casey continues to massage him though his clothes, but just a little
bit. Either she's getting bored with it, he's getting uninterested, or
she's trying not to be too obvious.  Every time you turn your head toward
her and David she freezes like she's just watching the movie.  You
eventually see the bulge in his kaki tan pants.  Casey's hand did get the
effect that she wanted.

   As the movie nears a close, you try to take the chance to end an awkward
situation.  You don't want to have a confrontation with Casey about this.
Also, you don't trust him to be out here on the sofa and her not to sneak
out to the main room to finish what she's starting.  At the very least, he
hasn't reached for her breasts.  You can tell that Casey has put them on
display for him by pulling the gown down.  Her nipples and areolas are not
visible, but he must have a wonderful view from his angle.  His hand stayed
on her arm, even though only a few inches separate his hand from her
breast.

   The line goes though your head echoing very loud.  The characters in the
movie `see obvious warning signs of a threat and choose not to do anything
about it'.  You look over at the two of them on the sofa.  Him, enjoying
the attention of a young beautiful woman, and her, wanting to show
gratitude in the only way she knows how.  Who's the real idiot `who sees
obvious warning signs of a threat and chooses not to do anything about it'?

   Part 12

   "I think it's time for everyone to go to bed," you say as the credits
start to roll on the screen.  "Is that an off-ffer?" David teases as you
get up.

   "Normally no, but since I doubt you will make it home safely, yes," you
say as you get a weird look from Casey.

   Casey sits up and you get an annoyed look from her.  You aren't sure if
it's because you're kicking her to bed or that she was trying to put the
moves on him and you are shutting her down.

   "He can sleep in my bed tonight.  You've got your own," you say as she
gets up.

   David stands up, a little unsteady, but he stays vertical.

   "Good night, Casey," he says and hugs her.

   "Good night," she says getting up off the sofa.  She heads off to her
room.  You see an annoyed and disappointed look on her face.  You'll deal
with her later.

   "Sweet dreams," he says to her affectionately as you take his arm and
lead him to your room.

   You close the door behind you out of reflex.  You help him sit down on
the bed and he starts to unbutton his pants.  He has a problem getting his
belt undone.  You can't help but smile at him.  He's cute in a way.

   "I'll help you," you say after watching for a few seconds.  He's almost
like a big kid.  You get his belt undone and he stands back up and takes
his pants and socks off.  He is wearing black boxers that you get a glimpse
of as you go to the wall and dim the lights.  His dick is still hard and at
full length.  Casey wouldn't have had any trouble getting what she wanted.

   He takes off his shirt as you pull down the covers before he sits back
on the bed.  As you walk in front of him and his hands reach out and grab
your waist.  He pulls you close to him in between his knees.  You stop
there and he unties your robe, opens it, reaches up, and drops it off your
shoulders.  You let it fall to the floor because it's not the bumbling kid
you undressed.  You recognize it as the dominating one that you have come
to know during your appointments.  This isn't him asking for sex.  He's not
rough, but firm.  Your night gown and panties make you feel defenseless
already.

   "What do you think you are doing, Mister?" you ask keeping your voice
playful.  If you can keep this light, you might be able to change his mind.
You figure if you can get him to lie down, then he'll probably be asleep
within minutes.

   "You are very sexy," he says as he runs his hands over your hips.  He's
still slurring, but it has changed from the happy drunk to his normal tone.


   "And your drunk," you say as he pulls you closer to him.  You don't
fight him.  "It's late and you should get some sleep."

   "There are so many other things we could do besides sleep," he says as
he puts a hand between your legs below the bottom of your night gown and
starts going upward until he reaches the outside of your panties.  One hand
he keeps on your side to keep you from stepping away.

   This is the first time he's touched you like this.  Last night he had
you almost screaming in ecstasy and for some reason this feels weird.  "How
about we sleep first, and if you still want me tomorrow, we can?" You can't
believe it but you actually think that if you did this now, it would be
taking advantage of him.  He hasn't used you this whole time.  You would
like for him to be with you, but only if he wants you.  For him to want you
because of alcohol isn't what you want.  "Please not like this," you
whisper.

   He pauses for a moment and then removes his hand from between your legs.
You don't know what could happen if he chose to keep going.  "You might be
right.  Sleep sounds good."

   You take a deep breath after he releases you.  You don't know if you
would have resisted, let him have his way, or helped satisfy him at this
moment.  You are only glad that he chose not to go through with it at this
moment.

   He lies down on the bed and starts to get comfortable.

   You cover him up and go to the other side and lie down beside him under
the blanket.

   He is flat on his back and you lie on his side with one arm across him.
He's very warm, either normally or from the alcohol.  He's breathing deeply
and probably almost asleep.

   You whisper, "I will give you whatever you want as long as it's only me,
not her." You don't know if he can even hear you or not.

   As he falls asleep, you hear the words, "I love you," escape his lips.

   You have no idea how to take it.  This could be to Casey, Gloria,
drunken rambling, or it could be genuinely to you and how he feels.  It
lights a spark in your heart that you didn't know existed.  The possibility
that he could have real feelings for you is more than you can believe.  You
can't help but discard that idea as a mistake.  He couldn't have meant it.
Things are never that easy for you.

   Fall asleep and have a dreadful nightmare.  David has you tied to the
bed and rapes you.  He has clamps on your nipples that turn them blood red.
He rapes you several more times.  You are in horrible pain.  You beg for
him to stop, but all he says is that you agreed to this.  Then he puts a
ball gag in your mouth.  "And now for the best part," he says you watch him
walk to the bedroom door.  He opens it and there stands Casey in her white
night gown with her hands tied behind her.  He grabs her by the hair and
forces her down to her knees.  You watch him stuff his still wet dick in
her mouth.  You scream into your gag!

   You awake with a jerk.  It's thundering outside and it's still night. 
David is snoring lightly beside you.  You are still laying half on him. 
You calm yourself and move to get comfortable again.  His arm somehow made
its way around you and is under your head now.

   You look again at the man lying next to you.  "Please take my offer,"
you whisper hoping to never have to deal with him taking Casey.  You think
about the dream.  David being that evil monster would be so out of
character.  He could have you and Casey tied, raped, or strapped on any
number of contraptions for his amusement if he chose to.  It is scary to
think that if he didn't care so much, he would be that monster.

   Then the thought matures to a way you didn't see before.  He has always
had the power to be that evil.  Nothing would stop him here.  He hasn't
been mean or hurtful to either of you because he must care about the two of
you a great deal.  This idea fills you with hope.  After a few minutes of
thinking though this new idea you add, "The offer is still good." It's more
for you than him.  Whether he would or wouldn't take advantage of Casey,
you decide that as long as he isn't sleeping with her, then you will be his
and make sure he has no want for her.

   This time when you close your eyes, there is nothing but good dreams of
sunshine and freedom.

   Part 13

   The next morning you awake later than you normally get up.  David is
still sleeping next to you.  He must sleep like a rock because other than
his breathing, he hasn't moved at all.  You get quietly and slowly out of
bed not to wake him.  You grab your robe and put it on before slipping
silently into the main room and closing the door behind you.

   You go though the living room and start cleaning up the mess from last
night.  David left his bottle and his glass on the table and the two
blankets are still on the sofa.  You collect the glass and bottle.  You go
to the kitchenette and see Casey in there putting stuff in the coffee
maker.

   "So how was he?" she asks you before you can say anything.

   "Good morning, Miss Nosey," you say as you rinse the glass and put it in
the sink.  "And before you get too interested, he wasn't anything?" You put
the mostly empty bottle in the refrigerator.

   "What?" she asks giving you a puzzled look?  "Was he not able to....you
know?"

   "It wasn't that," you say going over to the coffee maker and willing it
to go faster.  "We just...didn't." You hope she's not going to try to make
you explain how it didn't.

   "Why?  He was so ready!" she says unable to keep the insistency out of
her voice.  "Why didn't you just let me do it?  I would have finished
things and all you had to do is go to bed.  He seemed happy with me while
he was on the couch."

   "He was way too drunk and passed out as soon as he hit the bed," you
tell her.

   She chuckles softly.  "Well, I'm telling you, he was rock hard by the
time you got him." She smiles proudly as she pours the first cup of coffee.
She pours one for you, too.  "I think you should have gone through with
it." She hands you a cup of coffee.  "Oh, well," she says as she dismisses
the thought.

   You take a few sips.  The hot coffee helps.  You were up later than
usual last night.  "I guess I should go and wake him up."

   Casey's eyes light up.  "He's still in there?"

   "Yes.  Why?" you say wondering what she has in mind.

   "Since he didn't get any last night, maybe I can take care of him this
morning?" she says setting her coffee down.

   "You're getting obsessed," you state trying to deter her recent line of
thinking.

   "What?" she says to the new idea.  "No.  I just think that he is nice
and it wouldn't hurt to be nice back to him."

   You can see that for some reason, she is wrapped around the idea of
having sex with David.  You head back into your bedroom and you leave Casey
with her thoughts.

   David is already up and getting his clothes on.

   You close the door behind you as you walk in.  You walk over to the
dresser and start laying out clothes for yourself.

   "I want to thank you," he says as he stops putting on his socks and
looks at you.

   You look up at his reflection in the mirror on the dresser.  His shirt
is still unbuttoned, but he is mostly dressed.

   "I would have done something with Casey that I would have regretted if
you wouldn't have been there," he says slowly.  It is hard for him to talk
about his feelings, especially if it is something he would have been wrong
for.

   You turn around and give him a friendly smile.  "It's okay.  So do I
have your word that you will be a gentleman with her?"

   "Yes, with circumstances," he says but you hear his normal tone that
says he's up to something.  "Here's how it's going to go."

   You expected this or something like it.  David never goes into anything
without a plan that gives him what he wants, too.  You lean back on the
dresser as he presents his terms.

   "In every way that she should be mine, you are going to take her place.
You will perform when and how I say.  If she turns me on like last night,
you are going to be responsible for satisfying me.  Anything I feel like
doing to you, you are going to let me and be perfectly willing to go with
it.  If or when you decide that you don't want to do this any longer, all
you have to do is say `no' or just quit.  If I feel that you aren't doing
your very best to satisfy me, then I will take that as you telling me that
you no longer are interested in this deal."

   "I can say no?" you ask.  That's unusual.  `No' isn't usually an option
around this place.

   "Of course," he answers.  "All you have to do is say it, and I will no
longer ask you for anything more." He pauses.  "I'll ask her."

   The last sentence sends chills up your spine.  You press your lips
together.  Before, he's always left it up to your imagination to think that
he might have sex with her.  This is the first time he's spoken a real
threat of it.

   "After last night, I believe that she understands exactly what she's
doing.  She's almost a grown woman and knows what men want."

   "No," you say defensively.

   "No?  No, what?" he says and waits for you to fill in the blank.

   "No," you close your eyes and give into what he wants.  "I will take her
place and do what you wish," you say.

   "And what happens if you decide not to?" he asks.

   Saying the words gives him satisfaction.  "Then Casey will," you say
much softer.

   He puts on his socks and shoes.  Then he stands up and buttons up his
shirt.  "Then we are in agreement.  We both have gotten what we want." He
leaves the room as you stand there and think about what just happened.

   For a moment, you wonder why smoothing him with a pillow didn't cross
your mind last night.  Then he couldn't put you in this position.  Of
course, he has been very good to you and not really hurt you.  It would
just make life so much simpler if he didn't make it complicated for you. 
You hear him and Casey talking in the main room.  You turn back to your
dresser and start getting clothes to wear.

   You mind is on the situation.  This isn't exactly what you had in mind
when you figured you would offer yourself to him.  Casey is now off limits
to him, which is what you wanted.  You just figured you would have sex on
your terms and not his.  Now there is the lingering threat that if you
don't perform well for him, that he'll take it out on her and not you.  You
let out a long sigh.  "Life can never be simple," you say to your
reflection as you start getting dressed for the day.

   Breakfast goes normal for you and Casey.  You both laugh about the night
before, but neither of you bring up the lack of sex with that happened. 
She doesn't question you about it.  She doesn't seem to be completely
comfortable talking about it with you, yet.  Most of the time, she seems
like a typical teenager when talking about sex.  That's another reason that
you still think of her as a teenager who doesn't need to be around the sex.
Also, you get the impression that David hasn't told her anything about your
arrangement.  You secretly thank him for that.  You don't know how she
would react to it.

   You check your schedule for the next few days.  You see that David has
already scheduled some private time for you and him.  It says for you to
come to his office this afternoon for hour.  Tomorrow is your monthly
doctor's appointment.  Casey's schedule has the doctor's appointment so you
assume that for her, it's just a check-up.  You covertly ask if she's had
sex and she tells you no.  With no risk of her being pregnant, then she
shouldn't have the same procedure that you usually have.

   The appointment with David is another issue.  You tell her you don't
know what it's for, but you will think of something later to tell her
afterward.  Telling her that you're meeting him for sexual favors just
doesn't seem like what she wants to hear.

   You both exercise to aerobic music and have a good time.  A game starts
to come of it.  Who can burn the most calories and who can run the farthest
on the machines?  It helps time go by and makes it fun.

   After a shower, you have lunch.  David doesn't show up for lunch, but he
usually is there for dinner and in the evening.  He mostly has meetings and
business to tend to during the day.  You have learned his schedule for the
most part.

   David has a video game system put on the main television that afternoon
by a few tech people.  You can tell by the looks they give you and Casey
that they don't see many pretty women.  Casey tries to talk to them while
they are working, but they don't say much.  They also give her a CD book
with a over a hundred of games in it.  You've never been much of a video
game fan, but you have to admit, whoever chose these particular games have
good taste.  There are an assortment and many party game type games that
you two play together.  It has a motion sensor so some of the games
actually are played by doing movements.  This opens possibilities since you
have a lot of space in the main room.

   Your appointment time comes quickly.  You tell Casey that you have to
go, but she is so into the video games that she doesn't mind at all.  You
think about changing into a different outfit.  You have no idea what he
wants.  Would he want you dressed up in nice clothes or wearing something
light and easy to get out of?  Is it going to matter much at all if he
strips you first and you spend the next hour naked?  You figure you'll find
out soon.

   Part 14

   You go out to the hall and start to his office.  The guards nod in
acknowledgement of you, but rarely say anything else as they pass on their
patrols.  You have started to recognize the guards by their name tags and
faces.  They seem to be the same ones almost all the time.  You guess for
security reasons, it's good to have the same people on the same floor. 
None of them are ever particularly social with you, but they are always
respectful to David.  Come to think of it, David refers to them by first
name, too.  You wonder if they know each other outside of work as well.

   You get outside his office and take a deep breath.  For the first time,
he is going to use you for himself.  You tell yourself that this shouldn't
be any different than any other client who he brings on the floor for you.
You've lost count, but you've been with so many guys.  Somehow, it's
different because it's him.  You knock on the door, a little softer than
you intend.

   "Come in," he bids.

   You open the door and enter.  He's sitting behind his desk and
everything seems pretty normal.  You didn't know what to expect (straps,
handcuffs, ball gags, etc.), but everything looks like it normally does for
his office.  His desk is free of all the paperwork that was on it
yesterday. His laptop computer is there along normal office stuff.  You can
see that the prized picture that was on his desk is now on the side desk
and faced down.  You know this has to mean something.

   "Lock the door behind you," he says.  "I have an important call coming
and I don't want any interruptions."

   His office is pretty spacious.  Then again, he's in charge of the floor,
why shouldn't he have the largest office.  Only people who have business on
the floor are allowed on the floor.  You see the door in the back cracked
open and see a full bathroom and shower there.  Apparently, the office is a
place where one can almost live if needed to.

   You lock the door and stand in front his desk.  You don't know what to
do.  The appointment just said what time to be at his office.  It didn't
include appearance or what was activity was on the agenda.  You keep your
arms at your sides and look down at the desk.  He enjoys control from what
you know so far.  You plan on doing what you can to keep his interest in
you.

   "This is what's going on.  I have a teleconference in about ten minutes.
The conference call is the monthly corporate analysis of budget,
statistics, and production.  It is always very boring and always seems to
go on longer that it should.  You," he looks you in the eye, "are here to
help it not be so boring.  You are going to be very quiet and not say a
word during the call.  If you make any noise, you will have to leave.  This
is a business call, after all.  If you are sent out, then I will seek other
alternatives to keeping myself occupied." The implication was clear that he
means Casey.  "Also, you always have the option to stop.  You know where
the door is."

   "No," you say simply.  "I'm here.  What do you want me to do?"

   "Excellent.  Tomorrow is your doctor's appointment so we aren't going to
get too active.  Come around the desk," he says as he spins his chair
sideways and closes the window blinds.  "Lose the shirt."

   You take off your shirt and put it on the desk.  You have on a black
satin lace bra.  You have a full chest that most men enjoy looking and
playing with.  You wonder how long it'll be before you are made to take
that off, too.

   He moves up to the edge of his chair and unzips his pants.  "Kneel," he
instructs.

   You see quickly where this is going.  You kneel in front of his chair
and get comfortable as he unbuttons and unzips his pants.  He stands and
drops them and his underwear down to his ankles.  He places a towel on his
chair and then sits back down.

   Look at his member for the first time.  It's of average length, but is
pretty thick, even in its half flaccid state.  His testicles hang decently
underneath.

   "Any questions?  You can't talk once call has been made," he looks down
at you as you sit get comfortable.

   "If you....or when you cum, what am I supposed to do?" you ask.

   "I'm sure you'll figure something out, right?" he says and you know what
he is implying.  "Yes," you say as you take his semi erect penis in your
hand.  You massage him with both hands for a moment or two.

   He reclines in the chair and spreads his legs wider to give you more
access.

   You continue to massage him up and down.  It grows almost two inches
within a minute of you stroking him.  The head is a big and you can tell
it's been a while since he's had any attention like this.  It grows to full
length and size.  Playing with his dick is to the point that you are
starting to get turned on yourself.  You start to wish that he had ordered
you to take off your clothes as well.

   You stroke him for several minutes up and down slowly.  You enjoy the
feel of it.  You wrap your hand around it and your thumb can barely touch
your finger tips.  His skin is soft and his balls feel hot in your hand. 
You look up at him and see that he's staring at you.

   "If this is the best you can think of, then I might have been wrong
about you," he says with a slight smile.

   "No, sir," you say.  You can see the addition of `sir' turns him on
more. He apparently likes the submissive act.  You file that small piece of
information away for later.

   You start by kissing his head as you continue to massage his balls.  You
feel his fingers run though your hair and you take his dick all the way in
your mouth.  You use your tongue on the underside and suck as you slide up
on it.  You have found that guys are different and different stuff turns
them on.  It's time that you try to figure out what he likes.

   About then, the phone rings.  He doesn't move his lower half as he
reaches over and puts on the headset from the desk.  He punches a button.
"Hello, Mr.  Keys speaking." He pauses.  "Yes, I'll hold."

   You continue to go up and down slowly and quietly.  You feel his hand
return to the back of your head, but he only is running his fingers though
your hair.  He isn't pulling you or pushing you.  He lets you choose what
and how you want to work on him.

   You hear him talk of a few numbers and at one time, he picks up a piece
of paper and reads off some figures but for the most part, he's quiet and
listening to the conversation.  You can hear voices on the ear piece but
you can't make out what they are saying.  You hear at least three different
voices, but as silent as it is in the room, you can't make out anything.

   You continue to work on his dick.  You try slowly going up and down at
first.  You massage his balls while using your hand to stroke him along
with up and down movements.  You always only try to come up to the head. 
You come up there and then back down.  You slide one of your fingers down
to the spot right under his balls.  That is the first indication that he
likes anything that you're doing.  When you touch there, he reclines for
you.

   You go up and down a little faster.  You suck each time as you go up. 
One moment, there is a sound of your cheeks loosing the seal and making a
sucking sound.  You freeze.  You keep his dick in your mouth hoping that
didn't forfeit your chance.  You look up at him and you can see a
disciplinary look on his face.

   He puts his fingers up to his lips indicating for you to be quiet.  You
slightly nod with your lips still wrapped around him.  He moves the hand on
the back of your head to tell you to continue.  You do and are more careful
not to get carried away this time.

   You pay close attention to him and watch him.  You start to see changes
in him as he gets more turned on.  His breathing gets deeper and steadier.
The hand at the back of your neck doesn't pull or push you, but keeps
running though your hair.  He just seems to like the feel of it.  After
about five minutes into the meeting, he leans forward more and puts his
other hand down to your breast.  He lifts it and squeezes it gently in the
bra for a minute.  You know he wants more so you stop sucking him only long
enough for you to unlatch your bra from the back and let it fall off your
shoulders to the floor.  Then you get right back on his dick before he can
instruct you.  You don't even look up at his face until you've went up and
down on him twice.  You pause and glance up at him and you see that he
approves.  He says a few comments into the headset, but you can see it's
getting hard to concentrate.  He keeps one hand at the back of your head
still, but he puts the other back down and fondles your breast.  He finds
the nipple with his finger tips and teases it gently.

   You continue to watch him and his reactions.  You go deep on to him and
see that really likes that, too.  He presses his lips together tilts his
head back to restrain his enjoyment.

   "Yes, that's no problem," he says into the headset.  "Okay.  Have a nice
day." He then quickly presses a button on the headset attachment and you
hear the phone cut out.  He takes off the headset and lets out the moan
that he's been suppressing.

   You find that this reaction excites you as well.  You still suck up and
down on his dick but start a faster pace.

   "Oh, yeah," he moans.  He starts to grip your hair in his hand and pulls
it, but not hard enough to hurt you.  His kneading of your breast has
become more intense as well.  Neither of them are causing you pain, but you
are more turned on than you thought you would be.

   You know he is close to climaxing.  You move up and put his dick between
your breasts and press them together around it and continue to move up and
down on it.  "When you cum, do you want me to swallow?" You want to know
not because you want to get out of it, but because at this point, you want
to know what will please him.

   He's still breathing hard and you using your tits on him squirming in
his chair.  "I won't make you swallow," he says and then reaches over and
gets another hand towel and lays it on his stomach over his shirt.  You
presume this is where it is going to land.

   You go back to sucking up and down.  He starts to rock his hips with
your rhythm.  You can taste the salty pre-cum in your mouth.  It's not like
you to swallow, even though you've done it before for a few men.  You bob
your head a few more times and you feel his dick start to flex as you feel
his balls tighten in your hand.  You know he's going to come in the next
moment.  You have the plan to pull it out of your mouth, but in the last
moment, his grip tightens on your hair and he throws his head back.  He
lets out a loud moan.

   You change your mind in the last second and begin sucking on it harder.
You taste him and something in your brain shifts.  It's isn't bad like you
remember and you can hear his joy audibly and see his body go ridged.  You
find yourself swiveling your hips and wanting him inside you.  You might
have been doing it longer than that moment, but you only realized you were
moving your hips when he froze.  You suck on him still bobbing up and down.
You swallow the liquid sex and realize that you have wanted to please him
for longer than you have thought.  To have him like this for you and to
know that you have satisfied him is something that you didn't even know you
wanted.  Now, you can feel yourself needing to orgasm.  It isn't too far
off.

   You continue to massage him and suck on him for a few minutes after he
is done.  You keep going until his erection starts to soften.  You can
still hear him enjoying it.  "Oh my god.  You are so good.  I can't believe
it felt like that."

   Usually those are words that you might hear from any of the men who come
to visit you, but this is so much different.  This is David, the one that
you want to please.

   "Thank you so much," he says still catching his breath.

   You stop sucking his dick and return to using just your hands to massage
his dick and balls.  He let go of your tit when he came, but he's back to
running his fingers though your hair.  You wipe your mouth off on the cloth
on his stomach.  Only a little bit of semen was lost around the side of
your mouth.  You almost want to taste it again, but you resist the urge. 
Something about it being from him turns you on.

   You come higher on your knees.  He leans forward quickly with his hand
still on the back of your head, he pulls you into a long kiss.  At first,
you are caught by surprise, but then you quickly kiss him back.

   Part 15

   You are stunned by the unexpected kiss.  You are still kneeling in front
of him.

   He looks over at the clock on his disk.  "It looks as though we still
have some time left for this meeting." He rolls his chair back.  "Stand,"
he commands.

   You stand up, still naked from the waist up.  You wonder what he's going
to have you do.  He seemed sufficiently satisfied a few minutes ago.

   "Are you wet?" he asks simply.

   You look down at the floor.  "Yes, sir," you still play the submissive
girl.

   "Remove the rest of your clothing and sit on the couch," he tells you as
he gets up and pulls up his pants.  "We can't have you going back to your
room like this."

   You remove your clothes quickly and sit on the black couch.  The leather
feels good on your skin.  You don't know he's planning because he put his
pants back on, but you can't wait to find out.

   He comes up and kneels in front of you and pulls you to the edge.  He
motions for you to lean back as he spreads your knees and gets in between
them.  He leans in and kisses the top of your mound above to top of your
slit.  His lips are electric on your skin.  You wanted to touch yourself so
much while you were giving him pleasure.  This much more than you hoped. 
He kisses the soft part and works his way down.  He kisses the top of your
slit and slips his tongue in just the top of it for a moment.  He looks up
at you.  "Tell me what you want," he says.

   "I want you," you say wanting him to continue.

   "No, tell me what you want me to do to you," he explains and then kisses
your shaved mound again.

   You understand.  "I want you to be yours," you say.

   He spreads your lips and kisses the tender inside that is already very
wet.

   "I want you in me, but I want you to enjoy me," you say.  You see that
talking to him like this turns him on and encourages him to do more.

   He begins using his tongue on your clit and running it up and down on
that sensitive button.  He is starting to drive you crazy.

   You put your hand on the back of his head and pull him into you.

   "Talk," he encourages you.  He sucks your clitoris and you feel his
tongue again.

   "Please..." you say begging him to let you climax.  "Please don't stop."
You take a breath.  "Make me your toy.  I will do whatever you want.  I'll
be your slave girl if you just don't stop!" you exclaim.

   He doubles his effort and seems satisfied with your answer.  He licks
down your wet pussy to your entrance.  There, he slides one finger easily
up in you starts making circles in your most sensitive area on the front.
It's like he knows exactly how where feels best.  His mouth comes back up
to your clit that he still has on display with his other hand.

   "Very well," he says.  "Cum for me," he orders.

   He sucks your clit again and his finger moves fast back and forth inside
of you.  You don't have a choice.  You climax hard.  You keep your mouth
closed to keep from screaming so loud that everyone on the floor would hear
you.  A muffled scream of ecstasy still fills the room.  You hold his face
pressed against you and he continues until you're done.  After forty-five
seconds you start to come down off your high.  You let go of his head you
realize how hard that you have a hold of it.

   He lets go of your lips and they close around your very swollen
clitoris. He kisses the outside of your lips as he removes his finger from
within you slowly.  He takes his time getting up.  He comes up to your face
and kisses your lips one more time.

   You can taste yourself on him, but you don't care at this point.  You
just want to kiss him.  "That was wonderful," you say as he lets you lay
back against the couch.

   He lets you recover at your own pace.  He walks back to his desk and
gets two of the hand towels.  He goes to the bathroom and you hear water
running.  He comes back and wipes off your face with a warm wet cloth. 
Then he works his way down your body to between your legs and the inside of
your thighs.

   You still haven't moved.  You don't know if you are waiting for the
command to get up and get dresses or if he is just admiring the view.  You
just know that he was one of the best orgasms you've ever had and you don't
want to move.

   "You know sometime, you're going to have to get dressed unless you want
to become a permanent decoration in here.  I have to say, if you were, I
would have no trouble coming to the office and spending time here.  Then
again, I don't have any trouble coming to work with you here."

   You take it as a compliment.  You don't know what to say to him.  You
just smile and get up.  "May I get dressed?" you ask as you stand on
display for him in front of his desk.

   He recognizes that you are still being the submissive role.  "Yes, get
dressed."

   You get dressed as he wipes himself off and starts straightening up his
office.  "You have your doctor's appointment tomorrow and watch your
itinerary for your appointment.  I'm sure more will pop up."

   You leave his office.  You wanted to say something, anything: `goodbye',
`thank you' or even `I love you' came to mind, but none really seemed
appropriate.  So you just close the door as he looks up and smiles at you.
You close the door smiling at him.

   Part 16

   You walk down the hallway to your apartment in a cloud of joy.  You have
finally made some progress with him.  You don't exactly understand in which
direction, but it was wonderful.  You open the door and Casey is sitting on
the sofa.  She takes one look at you and all the warm fuzzy feelings come
into sharp focus again.

   You come toward her.  "We need to talk," you start to say.

   "You don't have to say anything," she says as she gets up and storms to
her room.  "You don't have to explain." She slams her door.

   "That went well," you say to yourself quietly.  You go to the bathroom
and relieve yourself.  As you're washing your hands you check your
reflection in the mirror.  Your hair is messed up and you can see that
you're still a little flushed from the experience.  How could Casey not
tell would have been the better question?  You fix your hair quickly and go
back to the main room.

   Casey still hasn't come back out.  You figure that you are going to have
to deal with this sometime, why wait?  You knock softly on her door and
listen.  At first there isn't an answer.  You glance over at the sofa. 
Your tablet is there and your schedule is displayed.  Apparently she knew
where you went and who you were with.

   You knock again on her door.  "Please, Casey.  Can I come in?" You hear
crying from the other side of the door.  You open the door slowly and the
lights are off other than a soft blue lamp in the room.  She is lying on
her bed crying into her pillow.  You slowly walk across the room and sit
down beside her on the bed.  She doesn't seem to care if you're there at
this point.  You reach up and start running your hand though her long
blonde hair to comfort her.  You don't understand exactly why she's crying,
but it doesn't stop you from wanting to help her.  You expected the anger,
but you weren't ready for this.

   You comfort her and wait until she makes the first move.  You hope you
can do some damage control.  "Why not me?" she finally says when she turns
to you.  "What is so wrong with me that he doesn't want me?"

   You hug her.  "It's not you, Casey.  It's not you at all."

   "How could it not be?" she sits up.  "I dress so that he should find
attractive.  When he wants to do stuff, I do it.  I stay out of his way and
don't cause trouble.  When he wants sex, I have shown him that I'm willing
to be with him.  I know what I'm doing.  I understand sex.  I...." she
starts cry.  She hugs you and cries on your shoulder.  "He has to not want
me for some reason.  What have I done wrong?"

   You hold her and rub her back as she continues to sob.  You try to think
of a way you can make her understand.  "It's just you're young.  You're
still a kid." You try the honest reason.

   She pulls back from you.  "But I'm not.  There isn't anything that I
can't do.  If he wanted me to, I would even be with the guys and get
pregnant."

   "No, that's not what he wants," you tell her.  "He doesn't want you to
have to do that.  Sex is what he's trying to keep you away from." You try
to make her feel better.  "He knows that you are able.  And between you and
me, he is attracted to you.  He just wants you to have a chance to grow up.
He wants you to be his friend.  He doesn't want to use you for sex."

   She stops crying and pulls back.  "You were with him?" It seems more
like an accusation than a question.

   "Yes," you admit to her.  "This is the first time."

   "Did he hurt you?" she asks concerned about you.  Suddenly her mood
seemed to have changed from about herself to about you.  "Was he mean or
nice?"

   "No, he was gentle with me," you say suddenly wondering why you were so
quick to defend him.  "He was actually very good," comes out before you
realize what you're staying.

   This doesn't seem to help Casey's mood.

   "What I mean is that he's not mistreating me," you try to correct.

   "But why keep me around then?" she asks.

   "What do you mean?" you ask suddenly not understanding.

   "The group I was with before only kept me around for sex.  They would
beat me if I didn't do what they said or didn't do things the way that they
liked.  If I fought back or tried to get away, they would beat me more. 
All the time, they kept having sex with me and telling me that I was only
good for sex.  I learned to be good at it and so that they would go easy on
me," she explains.  Before she has only talked about the pain and nightmare
of it.  "David hasn't once had sex with me.  I don't do anything for him.
He took me out of that place, took me to his home, and then brought me here
with you.  I thought he would just be another guy who was going to have sex
with me.  He hasn't, but has treated me better than any other guy I have
ever known.  He is the first guy that I've ever really wanted to give
myself to, but he doesn't want me."

   "Casey, he wants you to be his friend.  He wants to keep you safe.  He
wants you to be happy," you tell her as you run your hand though her long
hair that is draped over her shoulder.

   "I feel like I'm useless here.  You have a purpose.  And now, he has sex
with you when he needs it.  I want a purpose, too.  I don't want to feel
like I'm useless."

   The clock chimes the top of the hour.  Dinner and David will be here in
a half hour.  "Listen, David will be here soon.  We can talk to him about
this..." you start to say.

   "No, please," she shakes her head.  "Please don't tell him about this. I
don't want him to think that I can't handle myself.  He doesn't need to
know.  I'll be okay."

   You see a pleading look in her eye that makes you give in.  You take a
deep breath and go against your better judgment to involve him.  "Okay, but
you have to understand that he's keeping you away from the bad.  That's why
he doesn't want you involved in the guys.  It's not because he doesn't
think you can handle it."

   "So you won't tell him?" she makes sure.

   "I won't," you say kicking yourself for being such a push-over for her.

   She hugs you and starts to wipe her face off.

   "I'm going to go get ready for dinner," you say and get up.  "You might
want to get cleaned up before then if you don't want him to know."

   "Yeah," she says as she straightens up and gets off the bed.

   Afterward, she heads to her bathroom clean up.

   You take a quick shower before dinner, too.  You didn't realize how much
of a sweat you worked up in his office, but it was definitely worth it. 
The time gives you a moment to think things over.  As you get clean, the
Casey's words go through your head.  You try to understand it from her
point-of-view.  You don't understand some of it.  If you didn't have to be
with the guys, this place would be great.  That's one of the only bad
points to it.  She is free of that and doesn't feel complete.  If she were
older, she probably wouldn't have a choice in the matter and most likely
she'd have her own male visitors.  You promised her not to mention it to
David.  Your first reaction is to go to him and talk to him to get his
help.

   That evening, dinner goes well.  David talks normally and the topics
stay normal.  He tells Casey that the doctor will be around tomorrow to
check her over for health issues.  You have to go to the medical floor. 
Usually the procedure doesn't takes only four hours.  You are instructed on
where to be and what to wear for it.  It's all pretty normal at this point.
You've done it several times before.  You think that he brings it up really
to let Casey know what's going on.

   A silence goes on for a few moments at the end of the meal.  Casey
chooses now to hit the hot topic.

   "Are you going to keep sleeping with Sarah?" she just comes out and
asks.

   He keeps eating, but slows a bit.  You look down at your plate like it's
suddenly more interesting.  "I will." He says simply.

   You are afraid to look at either one of them.  You were hoping this
conversation wouldn't come up.  If he tells the details about this, life is
going to get difficult.

   "Is Sarah still going to be sleeping with guys on her appointments or
whatever?" she asks with a little more attitude.  The innocent teenager
seems to have disappeared in her voice.

   "Yes, she is," he says.

   Her talking about you like you aren't there is getting uncomfortable.

   "Will you let me take her place with you?" she asks.  Her line of
questioning seemed to be going to this point.

   "No.  I don't want you involved in that.  Enjoy being young.  I
appreciate your willingness to help," he says as he takes a bite trying to
keep everything normal.  "Don't worry.  I will be nice to her."

   You look at him and see that he's smiling at you.  You can't help but
smile back.  "He is nice to me," you tell Casey playfully.  You know she
couldn't possibly understand the meaning that passes between you and him,
but it's still nice to flirt.

   "But I want to help and she shouldn't have to...." Casey continues.

   "I said no," David interrupts.  His tone silences her.

   A minute or two is spent in silence after that.  You can't think of a
time when he's been harsh with her.  Then again, you can't think of any
times when she's really pushed something that he said no to.

   You start a conversation about tonight's movie and he picks up the queue
and talks with you like nothing just happened.  Casey is quiet until he
asks her a question or two about the movie.  She still seems bothered, but
at least she's talking.

   That night the movie comes on a little late.  You are dressed for bed
with your robe on over it.  Casey is dressed in the same thin silk white
night gown with the single shoulder straps as last night.  The top of her
chest is still visible above the top of it and she's wearing white socks
this round.  The movie starts and you are all three on the sofa: David on
the end, Casey in the middle, and you on the other side.  After watching
the movie for awhile, you get up to get a drink.  When you come back, she
is stretched out laying her head on his leg.

   You roll your eyes.  `Here we go again', you think to yourself.  This
time, it doesn't look like David is as receptive.  You sit in the
comfortable chair where you normally read.  She moves around from time to
time.  You are at the end where her feet are and at one point when she
moves her legs, you can clearly see that she's not wearing any underwear.
You keep your mouth shut and pretend to watch the movie.  You want to see
how he is going to react and what he's going to do.

   When she puts her hand up under her head on his lap, he changes his
position.  She now is back on his leg and her hand isn't over his dick.

   She exhales in frustration and you smile slightly at his move.  He was
smart enough to stop her attempt, but just as casual as she was in pulling
it off.  She lays there for a while and seems to give up for the time
being. After a little while, she changes from her side to lying on her
back. She seems be watching the movie for a while.  As the movie nears the
end, you can see that she is slightly working her night gown downward to
expose more of her chest to him.  He doesn't pay any attention to her even
though she keeps taking quick glances to see if she has his attention.

   You are almost proud of him for how he's playing this.  She's trying
very hard to be appealing to him.  Last night you were sure that she was
pulling it off.  Tonight, she doesn't seem to have chance.  You're even
willing to let her find out for herself this round.

   The movie is a few minutes from being over.  You stretch and fake a
yawn. You tell them both good night and say you are heading to bed.  You
walk to your room and close the door loud enough that they hear the click
of the handle.  The lights are turned down in the main room for the movie.
You turn off the light in your room and silently open the door wide enough
to observe what is going on.  You also want to know if David will keep his
word when you aren't looking.  You are going to be out of the loop tomorrow
for a while and don't want to worry about what is going on.

   The credits start to roll and they mute the volume.  Sound travels
pretty good in this place so you stay quiet to listen.

   "We could watch another movie," she suggests.

   "It's late, and we had a late night last night.  I think we should just
call it and night so we can get back on a regular schedule.  Besides, I'm
still tired from last night." he says to her.

   She still hasn't sat up and he hasn't got up either.  In the dim light,
you can see he is looking at her, but from the behind the sofa where your
door is, you can't see her or what either of them are doing.  "You mean
you're tired from today," she teases.  "Did she wear you out?  Surely you
have a better stamina that that," she challenges.  "Don't tell me you can
only perform once a day?"

   "No," he says in a way you can almost hear him blush.  "She isn't who
wore me out and I can definitely handle more than one performance a day."

   "Then what's the problem?" she asks as she stands up in front of him and
he sits up.

   You close the door a little more so that you won't be seen if Casey
looks in this direction.  "I won't tell her or anyone.  You can have me all
to yourself," she offers seductively as she sits facing him on his lap.

   You can't see it from this angle, but if Casey is as good as she you
think, she's straddling his leg rubbing her bare pussy lips on him.  She
starts to kiss his neck and puts her arms around him.

   For a moment, David looks tempted to give into this young woman.  You
would say teenager, but to put this kind of move on a man takes real
talent. It's something else she picked up on the outside.  Your faith in
him starts to falter for a moment and then he pushes her back.

   "No, Casey," he says as he stands up and puts an arm's length between
the two of them.  "No." he simply says.

   "I know that you are having sex with Sarah.  I don't care.  Just do it
with me, too.  It'll be our secret," she says innocently as she tries to
take another step to him.

   "Sarah isn't the problem.  I can't do this with you," he says as he
takes a step back from her.  "You're only sixteen.  This isn't how love is
supposed to work."

   "Please," she begs.  "You don't even have to do anything.  I can do it
all.  Just lie down and I'll do all the work.  I just want to be with you."

   "You don't understand," he says still trying to be friendly and
reasonable.  "This can never work between you and me.  You're not ready for
this."

   "But I am," she says as she flashes a silky smile.  She pulls the night
gown up over her head and takes it off.

   From you're angle the sofa blocks the bottom half of her body, but you
know she's naked and he has the best view one could have.

   "I know you want me," she says and puts the gown on the sofa.  "You
wanted me last night and if I would have done this last night instead, you
would have been waking up in my bed very happy this morning.  I give you
another chance tonight.  I'll be anything you want"

   You see David's mood change.  You know the look on his face and you can
see the change in his posture from a mile away.  It's the same as when he
was disappointed in you.  You don't know what she said to trigger it but
you do know that she doesn't stand a chance now.

   "It seems you don't listen very well.  Let me put this to you another
way: no, I will not have sex with you," David says in his authoritative
tone.  "You will stop this and wear clothing in the common area outside the
bathroom and your room.  I have let you have a lot of slack because I like
you and enjoy your company, but your rope has just run out." He reaches
over and picks up her discarded clothing and tosses it to her.  "You have
seen the nice side of this place, but trust me; it has a much darker side
if you keep pushing it."
"David, I...." she tries to say as you see the gleams of tears in her

eyes.

   "You need to forget the idea of sex.  It's not going to happen here.  I
will let you do a lot of things, but you will do what I tell you, when I
tell you," he says clearly.  "Go to your room, get appropriate clothes on,
and go to bed.  I will see you tomorrow."

   She looks like she wants to cry, but she doesn't say anything.  She
slowly turns and goes to her room.  She closes the door slowly, looking
back at him still clutching her gown in her hand.

   He watches her until she closes the door.  After she does, he lets out a
long breath.  It seems that he isn't the uncaring man after all.  You see
the man shake his head in disbelief and then go out the main door of the
apartment.

   For a moment, you want to go out and talk to him about it, but he leaves
before you even moved from your concealed spot.  You think about going to
comfort Casey, but maybe this might be what she needs?  You can't help but
feel sorry for the girl.  You remember what it is like to be rejected when
you've thought you were in love.

   On the other hand, you are very proud of David.  You don't know if he
did it for you, for Gloria, or just the fact that the girl is too young and
didn't understand what she's doing.  In any case, you are still glad that
he finally put his foot down to her.  She flirts with him non-stop and it
is starting to get annoying.  Hopefully, his stand tonight will put an end
to her growing obsession with sex.

   You close the door and lie down in your bed feeling secure for the first
night two weeks that Casey will definitely be sleeping alone tonight.

   Part 17

   Casey wakes you up in the middle of the night.  You can see tears in her
eyes and she's dressed in tasteful bottom and top pajamas now.

   "Can I sleep with you?" she asks.  The teenager in her is back again. 
"I had a bad nightmare."

   Your tired brain just wants to go back to sleep.  "Sure," you say as you
move over.  She lies down and gets under the blanket.  You tried to be
compassionate to her.  "What was your nightmare about?"

   "I dreamed I was back with the gang," she says.  She hasn't talked much
about it since you got her story when she first got here.  It is
interesting that it came up tonight.  "They were having an initiation for a
new member.  They would have competitions to see who could make me scream
the loudest." She shutters just from the thought.

   You put your arm around her and run your fingers through her long silky
hair.  "It's okay now," you tell her as you start to doze again.  "No one
is going to hurt you here."

   It seems like a matter of seconds go by and it's morning.

   You can't eat before you are done on the medical floor so he doesn't
bring a tray for you.  You get up and ready for a shower.  You have to go
in a medical gown and you always prefer to be clean.  You are getting
things ready when you see the two of them in the dining room.

   David and Casey have an awkward moment when he brings breakfast in for
her.  She looks at him and then she looks down embarrassed.

   "I'm sorry," she says quietly.  "I didn't mean to make you mad." She
looks down and waits for a response.

   "I know you don't exactly understand and there will be a time when you
can do what you're wanting.  Until then, I need you to follow the rules and
not try stuff like that," he says in a friendly tone.  "Okay?"

   "Okay," she says and then comes forward and gives him a big hug.

   You look closer though the door and you can see that she is on the verge
of tears.  Maybe she thought that he would still be mad from last night? 
Maybe he somehow reminded her of the bad (you hate to use the word but)
`owners' of before when he yelled at her?  In any case, they both seem a
little more comfortable now that they had both cleared the air.

   The day is pretty normal.  David takes you down to the medical floor and
is there until you take the sedative that puts you to sleep for the
procedure.  You don't tell him that you witnessed any of last night's
drama, but you can't keep from smiling at him.  He doesn't ask why but does
tell you he's going to go and try to spend some time with Casey today.  You
aren't bothered by it and it is good that he's trying to still stay friends
with her.

   That evening when you are brought back up to your floor, you feel
completely drained.  This usually happens and you sleep the day away. 
Things went normal during the procedure and you can see David and Casey
playing video games so you go to bed early.

   The next few days are pretty normal.  Casey is back to acting like a
kid. She seems to understand that as long as she stays in that mode, that
he isn't harsh with her, but she isn't throwing herself at him, either. 
Your schedule has given you five days to recover before your next client
appointment.  You only usually need two days and then all the effects
(swollenness and soreness) are gone.  You figure the company wants you
rested up before you have any strenuous activity.  David doesn't have any
private sessions during that time, either.  You were surprised by that a
little.  He doesn't treat you any differently.  Swimming, exercising,
reading, and visiting with them fill your days.

   Casey never says anything about what went on between her and David.  You
think about asking, but it seems like she's trying to put it behind her as
well.  A few of the nights, she has nightmares and comes to sleep in your
bed, but that's not out of the ordinary with her.

   Your appointment night comes.  You tell Casey about it and what time
it's going to be.  You still are sensitive about it and ask that she stay
in her room during it.  She asks if she could watch.  This is a very weird
question.  You know that she's curious, but you've never been an
exhibitionist and having David there was just a ploy to keep him interested
in you.  You tell her no and she seems disappointed, but accepts your
answer.

   She disappears into her room before David and the new man come in.  You
lead them to your room.  You give the gentleman a good time.  He makes you
orgasm at least twice to his credit.  He doesn't last very long, but it is
enough.  David watches from the comfortable chair in your room, but stays
silent.  He watches but doesn't have the trouble staying still and you can
see that he doesn't seem to be particularly turned on.  You try not notice
and concentrate on pleasing this other man for time being.

   Most of the ways though the session you can see that your bedroom door
is cracked open.  There can only be one reason for this.  This time, you
are going to have a talk with her.  You are not the entertainment of the
night for everyone, especially a teenager.

   After the man is finished and satisfied he thanks you with a kiss.  You
reflexively turn your head when he tries to kiss your lips and he kisses
your cheek.  You didn't realize it, but you avoided kissing his lips during
the act as well without thinking about it.  You don't know if it's because
David is here, but David doesn't seem to disapprove.  They both leave.

   You take a shower and think about how you're going to handle Casey's
peeping-tom issues.  After you get out of the shower, you find her out
watching television.  You go and sit in your usual chair.  "I know you are
curious about..." you start.

   "I'm sorry," she interrupts.  "I just wanted to make sure that they
weren't doing to you what happened to me."

   You the anger that you worked up to vent at her melts away when you hear
her reasoning.  You can't yell at her for being concerned about you. 
"David and I told you that I was okay and that they aren't allowed to hurt
me." You soften.  "Please trust us.  I'm okay and I'll be okay.  He doesn't
let anything bad happen during the sessions."

   "Okay.  I'm sorry for spying on you," she says.

   You let the incident go and the rest of the day goes well.

   The days go on.  You enjoy swimming in the evenings.  It's getting too
cold to go to the roof since its turning winter.  David orders the both of
you coats, hats, and gloves to allow you access to it if you want, but
after one trip up there, it's clear that it isn't worth the effort.  The
indoor pool is nice.  They have recently added a sauna/steam room on the
pool floor and you have tried it twice and seem to like it.  David doesn't
come with you in there.

   Two days after that, David adds the next meeting in his office.  You see
it a day in advance, but don't mention it when you see him.  You wonder if
he's going to bring it up in conversation say what he is going to have you
do, but he doesn't.  Life goes on like normal.  Casey finds out by accident
that you have another meeting with him.  She seems to get distant after
finding out about it.  You didn't broadcast it, but she saw it on your
schedule accidently.

   The time of your meeting with him comes.  The guards greet you in the
hallway as they pass.  They are friendlier to you, but not what you would
call social.  You have seen a change in them as well.  Since your first
session with David, you have seen that they are regarding you with more
respect.  It might be that David is happy with you or it could be more than
that.

   Part 18

   You knock at the door and he bids you to come in.  You lock the door
without being told to.  When you turn back around, you can see that he's
smiling approvingly.

   "You learn quickly," he compliments you as he starts moving things off
of his desk.

   You walk up to the desk and wait for instructions.  You enjoyed the last
session.  Since he seemed to like it as well, you figure that you'll start
with the submissive act.  It worked very well for you, before.

   He turns to close the shades on the windows.  You glance up and note
that this is one of the few rooms that don't seem to have cameras in it,
and of course there was the thirteenth floor that was devoid of
surveillance as well.  Now it really is just you and him.  The idea of him
having you all to himself makes it better for some reason.

   "I thought I'd get to know you better today," he says.

   You don't say anything, but you have an idea it's not going to be the
typical interview for a job.  You are dressed in comfortable nylon pants, a
white T-shirt, with the windbreaker jacket to match, socks and tennis
shoes. You thought about dressing for the occasion, but if he wanted
anything specific, he would have noted appointment that he posted to your
schedule.  He's done it before on some of your other appointments.  You
thought about changing clothes for him, but had no idea what he might want.

   He opens a drawer and pulls out a black folded towel.  You can tell
there is something in it from the lump in the fabric and you are sure that
you're going to find out soon.

   "We will start out with simple questions and move on to the harder ones.
If I am happy with the results, you enjoy your session," he says.  He
sounds like he's explaining what's going to go on, but really he's told you
nothing and been as cryptic as usual.  "Come around here," he says as he
motions for you to come on his side of the desk.

   You walk around the other side and he opens the black towel.  You see an
interesting looking type of vibrator.  It's pink, average size, and has a
short nub build onto it, either to go up the front of you or back of you
while the vibrator is in you.  It's not intimidating, but it will make
things interesting.

   "This one is called a rabbit, I believe," he says as he sees you looking
at the toy.  "Remove your jacket," he says and waits as you comply.  "Bend
over the desk and put your hands flat on it."

   You obey quietly.  You lie as your torso is just inches above the desk
top and put your hands flat.  You look forward and wait for him to
continue.

   He reaches up and cups your hanging breast outside your shirt.  His
touch feels better than you remember.  He is still sitting in his chair. 
He runs his hand down your back and then down your backside.  You
instinctively push your butt out.  He doesn't stop until he travels the
entire length of the back of you down your leg to your knee.

   He seems to be playing with you.  "Let's try a sample question, shall
we? What is your favorite color?" He puts his hand between your legs and
begins to massage your crotch from outside your clothing.  The nylon pants
feel very good against and even allow him to feel the contours of your
body. He doesn't press hard or deep, but just enough and you spread you
legs wider for him.

   A thought hits you that you never realized before.  When this all
started, you were happy that he never touched you like this.  You gave in
to the random guys because you felt you had no other choice.  Now, you
admit to yourself that you want him.  Some part of you, either your body or
your heart wants him and you don't know which.  You didn't even realize it
until your body reacted like it did.  You thought before that it was just
because you wanted to please him so that nothing bad would happen.  Feeling
like this, you admit to yourself that it's something else.

   "Is this a too hard a question to start with?" he asks.

   You realize that he didn't get an answer because you were lost in
thought.

   "Umm..," you draw a blank.  You can't even remember what he asked
because you were lost in thought.

   He stands up behind you.  He puts his fingers on the sides of your waist
bands.  He slowly pulls your pants and underwear down past your knees. 
Your bottom is exposed and your most sensitive area is just eye level after
he sits back down in his chair.

   "Let see if a little encouragement helps your answers.  I thought the
easy ones would come fast for you." He gets comfortable in his chair again
and starts working the front of your mound.  The hand coming up from in
between your legs feels good.  He immediately starts running a finger up
and down across your clitoris.  "This should help you think.  What is your
favorite color?"

   "Sky blue," you say as your breathing starts getting more even.  You can
see that he only wanted to make harder for you to think and focus.  It
feels really good.  You can feel yourself getting moist.

   "What's your favorite number?" he asks looking at his laptop monitor. 
He types with one hand and is using the other to massage you.

   Your mind reaches for a number.  "Forty-two" you say.  The floor number
is the only thing that comes to mind.  You had a favorite number, but with
him doing this, you can't think.

   He seems satisfied, either with your answer or your reaction.  He slowly
works you until you are very wet and then he moves to your pussy entrance.
"What is your favorite sexual position?"

   "I want the man to be on top," you say as he easily slides his finger in
you.  He pulls it out and you look over at him.  He picks up the pink
rabbit vibrator.  "Please stay looking forward."

   "Yes, sir," you say as you look forward.  Having him mess with you and
not let you see him is apparently part of his game.  You feel him work the
vibrator in a little at a time.  It is off at the moment, but you're sure
that won't last.  If anything, he enjoys moving forward.  It doesn't hurt
and he goes slowly.  He works it in and out of you until you can feel the
small piece up in front of you barely touching your clitoris as the rest of
it is inside you.

   "Now that we have that in place, let's keep going," he says as he
relaxes in his leather chair.  He has one hand on the rabbit and goes in
and out of you a little at a time.  "Do you like to pose for men?"

   "Pose?" you ask not understanding.  The vibrator is going in and out of
you, but it isn't hitting the normal spots that do a lot for you.

   "Do you like for men to look at your body and admire it?" he asks.

   You take a moment to think and then he clicks the vibrator on.  You
catch your breath.  Off, it wasn't much of anything, on is something that
you haven't felt before.  You put your head down for a second to take the
sensation in.  The end of it is turning back and forth with the small bumps
stimulating you.  The small piece up front is vibrating and every time he
pushes it in, it presses tight up against your clitoris.  You can see now
why he chose this one.  You have never felt anything so good from a toy. 
You haven't had much experience with vibrators.  He has been only one to
use sex toys on you.

   "Should I ask again?" he says as he holds it in deep for a moment before
sliding it back out a few inches and continuing his in and out motion.

   "No, Sir.  My body," you swallow enjoying this little game of his.  "I
don't like men to look at me.  I don't feel that I'm as pretty as most
women, so no.  I don't like them to look at me."

   "You have a beautiful body," he says staying to his rhythm.  "You should
be proud of it.  You always put on make-up, keep your hair clean and
styled, keep your legs and bikini line shaved.  You work to keep your
appearance up.  Why wouldn't you be proud of it and want men to look at
you?" The entire time he continues to use the rabbit to work you toward an
orgasm.  You can feel it building quickly in you.

   "I do want to look good, for you and the others," you say a little
slower.  It's getting harder to talk.  If he keeps this up much longer,
it's going to be hard to think entire thoughts, let alone answer his
questions.  "I just don't think I am as pretty as other girls."

   "What is your favorite part of sex?" he asks as he leans forward in the
chair and runs his hand that isn't working on your pussy up the inside of
your shirt to your chest.

   You start gently rocking back and forth to meet him when he presses the
vibrator into you.  "I want to satisfy the man that I'm with," you continue
to rock your hips with him, but really wish he would go faster or press
just a little more into you.  It's like he knows that you want just a
little more when he pulls it back out each time.

   "Tell me when you're about to orgasm," he says casually.

   "Yes, sir," you say.  The sir still seems to get his interest.  You can
feel it in the way that he is rubbing your chest.  He pulls your bra up and
releases one of your tits and then the other.  They are just hanging inches
above the desk.  "It's going to be soon," you tell him honestly.  He seems
to know what he's doing with the vibrator.

   "You say you like to please the man," he says as he changes the
movements from in and out to rotating around in a circle about half way in.
"Any man or just certain men?"

   This brings you closer to your orgasm, but it is still building.  You
moan lightly as you have to concentrate to form words now.  "I try with any
man I'm with, but its better when I know them," you have to take a breath.

   "And what about me?" he asks as he slowly slides it in just a hair
further continuing the small circles.  You tense up so close it is starting
to frustrate you.

   "Especially if it's you," you tremble and your hands clench as you are
on the edge.  You can't help what you are saying anymore.  "I want to
please you." You can't help the words coming out of your mouth.  They just
start flowing out uncontrollably.  "I want to make you happy most of all."
Your body is flooding with hormones as he's driving you crazy with wanting
to orgasm.  It takes all your restraint not to turn around and have sex
with him right now.  You want it more than anything.  You want to orgasm,
but at this moment, you want him inside you more.  "Please let me have
you," you beg him.  "Please take me yourself!"

   "Cum for me," he only makes the request, but he moves the buzzing rabbit
deep up in you and it presses up against you.

   You grind your pussy into it.  You moan loud.  "I'm Cumming!  Yes!  I'm
Cumming," you say as you move your hips and he continues to move the rabbit
around to make sure that it lasts.

   You collapse on your elbows as the orgasm runs its course.

   He turns down the vibrator slowly as you start getting control of
yourself.  He works it in and out of you slowly, but you can feel him
edging it out of you.  It feels great and you can't believe what you said
to him.  You would have never told him that normally.  You don't even know
if you could have admitted it to yourself.  But now the truth is out and
somehow you know that it is the truth.

   When he has it removed from you he moves his chair back and takes the
towel and cleans the glistening pink toy.  You feel a little bit of wetness
run down your thighs, but it will be okay.  You stand up and face him, with
your nylon pants still down past your knees.  You feel a little awkward
with your pants are around your ankles, your wet pussy out for him to see,
and your bra up above your breasts giving no support to your hanging tits.
None of it seems to matter as you look at him sitting in the chair with the
very hard dick being restrained by his pants.

   You still have only one thing on your mind.  "Are you going to give me
what I want?" you ask.  You stare at his pants.  You are still breathing
hard and very turned on.

   He smiles shyly.  "I thought you got what you wanted?" he teases.

   "No, I want this," you say as you reach down and feel him hard through
his kaki black pants.

   "No sex today, I'm afraid," he says.

   You can tell that he wants it, too.  You change gears.  "Fine then," you
say and straighten and then sit bare bottom on the desk.  It's enough for
your feet to be off the floor.  You use your feet and kick the pants and
underwear off.  It was a little uncomfortable that way, anyway.  "Then can
I ask a few questions?"

   He considers this for a moment.  "I guess it's only fair," he says
amused.

   "Take your pants off and lay on the couch," you say gesturing at the
leather sofa he has in his office.

   He thinks about it for a moment and then decides this game of yours is
worth playing.  He grabs clean towel from one of his drawers on the desk
and goes over to the sofa.  You follow, but don't help him.  He spreads the
towel before removing his shoes, pants, and underwear.  He lies down on the
sofa for you.

   His penis is already hard and standing up.  You have to resist the urge
to mount him.  After he gets comfortable and it looking at you, you remove
what is left of your clothing.  You figure if you're going to turning him
on, he always wants to see you.  You get on your knees beside the sofa next
to his exposed penis.

   You reach down and start to tease it and run your fingers around it. 
"Now it's my turn to ask the questions."

   You wrap your hand around his dick and start to massage it up and down
slow.  You want to drag this out and make him want sex as much as he made
you.  At first you wait for him to say something and then realize for the
first time, he's letting you lead.  "How many women have you had on this
floor before I was here?"

   He never has talks about what happened before you showed up here.  He
avoids the conversation so you figure now is the best time to ask.  It's
time to get your curiosity out.

   He smiles as you take advantage of your situation.  "Three, but they
didn't stay long."

   "Why?" you ask as you see him enjoying what you're doing.

   "They were sold to suitors.  They were taken to be brides," he says. 
You can feel that this conversation is not turning him on; in fact it is
having the opposite effect.

   "And did you have affairs with the others like you do me?" you ask
wondering.

   "No.  I didn't take much of a personal interest in them," he says.  He
smiles at you and lets his hand roam from the couch to in between your
legs. "They weren't as sexy as you, either," he teases.

   You don't let his compliment distract you.  "So I'm the only one that
you've done stuff like this with?" you ask.

   His hand finally rests on your crotch and you feel a finger slip into
the front of your still wet lips.  "Yes, you are the only one."

   His touch is getting turning you on all over again.  You start making
long firm strokes on his dick.  "And last week, when Casey and you were
alone that night, were you tempted to have sex with her?" This question has
been through your mind on a few occasions.

   He smiles again at you.  "So you saw that incident, did you?"

   You nod smugly.

   "I was tempted, but she's still just a kid and needs to be allowed to
grow up," he says.

   "So why did you get mad at her?" you say feeling superior.

   "I'll tell you after we're done, okay?" he says as you feel him rub your
clitoris.

   "Okay," you says satisfied that this line of questioning is not turning
him on.  "So since you know about me, what is your favorite part of sex?"
you ask.  It only seems fair.

   "Other than being in control," he teases.

   The fact that he gets off on being in control has been very apparent. 
"Yeah, other than that," you say playfully.

   You massage his balls and start to use both hands on him.  He's really
working on you and starts to move his fingers lower to your entrance.  "I
enjoy being on top and having a woman put her legs up on my shoulders.  I
can then close her legs and feel her pussy tighten on my dick."

   You can feel him getting harder as you stroke him and that talking like
this working.  He slides a finger inside your pussy and goes right for your
special spot along the front wall.  He apparently is a fast learner and
knows it drives you crazy.

   You inhale deeply from the pleasure that it creates.  "No," resist. 
"This is not about me," you say as you run your hand quickly up and down
his dick to try to turn the tide.  "I'm supposed to be doing that for you."
He seems undeterred as he watches you move your hips slightly to his
assault on your sensitive area.  You are starting to lose control and it's
starting to get hard to think again.  You quickly lean down on his dick and
take the head in your mouth.  His finger stops doing circles in you and you
feel him tense.  You use your tongue and run it around the head of his dick
as you suck gently.

   His hand relaxes and he draws out of you.  It settles on the outside of
your lips and mound.  You feel him massage the outside a little he no
longer is trying to actively get you to orgasm.

   You keep him in your mouth an extra moment as a reward for obeying. 
Then you settle back down on your knees and start again with your hands. 
"That's better," you playfully chastise him.

   You can feel that he's ready to orgasm himself.  His dick is rock hard
and his breath is now fast and even with your strokes.  You are kind of
wonder if you should go ahead and finish him with your mouth since you got
him that close.  But now you can get some the answer you really want.  It
is time for the million dollar question: "Why haven't you had sex with me?"

   He's moving his hips with your fast jerking motions.  "I want..." he has
to catch his breath for a second and then looks at you.  "I want to more
than anything," another breath.  "But I want it to be you who chooses to
have sex with me." You feel him very close now.

   "I thought ten minutes ago I told you to take me," you say continuing
the fast movements.

   You feel his balls tighten in your hand and his penis throb.  His hand
down on your pussy holds you firmly, but not enough to hurt you.  His whole
body tenses as white gooey streams erupt from it and fly up on his stomach
and chest.  He moans quietly as you continue to massage up and down slowly
making sure that he's completely done.  "I mean," he explains.  "It needs
to be you who wants to be with me.  Not by using some toy to make you sex
crazy, or the aftermath of another guy.  I want it to really be you who
wants me.  That's how sex is supposed to be and that's what makes it
special.  When it's like that, then it'll happen."

   You look down at his penis.  It is cherry red from the attention and
starting to soften.  You are grateful that it can give him pleasure and
give the honest answers that you needed.  You lean down and kiss it as it
softens.  Hopefully soon you'll be able to really enjoy it.

   He looks at you wondering what you're doing, but doesn't stop you or
asks why.  He lays there as you get up and get the towel on his desk he
used to clean the toy with.  You feel it and it is dry but it still smells
like sex.  You bring it over and start mopping up the liquid sex on David.

   "So that's how it has to be?" you say as you casually rub his chest and
stomach.

   "Yes," he says still glowing looking at you.  "If you want me, I will
give it to you, but that way."

   "So our sessions, what are they?" you ask.

   "Oh, these," he moves an arm which is the first he's moved since he's
came.  "These are more for fun." He says it like he's playing a new video
game.

   You shake your head as you get up.  "Men..."

   You retrieve your clothes and start to get dressed.  It seems that this
session is wrapping up.  He starts to get his clothing on, too.

   "You said you would tell me what happened with Casey," you bring up as
you are putting on your shoes and socks.  He's sitting by you now on the
sofa.

   "Well, you saw what happened," he says tying his shoes.

   "Yes, but why did you get angry at her?" you ask as you sit back and
look at him.

   "She was too good.  She made me want her and I was so close to giving in
to her." He lets out a long sigh.  "And then I hated myself for it.  I was
mad at myself that I was considering sex with her.  I kind of took it out
on her, but it made her back off."

   You nod, but inside you smile.  He's starting to be the man that you
want him to be.

   "I don't want to hurt her feelings, but that's the way it is," he says.
"I just hope she's got it through her head."

   "Maybe you should just give her a rabbit of her own," you say looking
over at the top of the desk.  "She's a teenage girl after all," you
suggest. It was one of the better sex toys that you've had used on you.

   He looks at you puzzled.  "Seriously?"

   "She's a girl.  It's normal for her to want sex," you say.  For someone
who thinks he's so smart, he doesn't seem to know much about teenagers.

   "I'll somehow work one into her next delivery.  But if she has any
questions, I am sending her to you," he says getting up and going back to
his desk to clean things up.

   You shake your head again as you leave his office.  He can torture
women, control their day to day actions, coerce them to have sex with
strange men, and make them feel that the world is depending on them, but a
teenage girl embarrasses him.  You leave the office amused for the first
time in a while.

   Part 19

   You get back to the apartment.  Casey is playing video games when you
walk in.  She promptly turns it off and heads to her room.  You thought she
was over this.  Why can that girl not let you just enjoy things for a
while? This time, you let her sulk.  You decide not to let it ruin your
good day.  You get a shower, change clothes and start a movie before
dinner. Casey stays in her room and it is quiet.

   David brings the dinner cart in and begins setting the table.  There are
four chairs, but the three of you typically sit in the same spots for every
meal together.

   You walk in the dining room and smile when he looks at you.  You can't
help it.  You take your seat as he puts your plate in front of you and
starts putting the other plates out after.

   "Casey, dinner time!" he announces across the apartment.  "Is she
sleeping?" he asks you.

   "I'm not sure.  I haven't seen her for an hour or so," you tell him.

   Casey comes to the entrance to the dining room.  "May I eat in my room?"
she asks.  You can tell she's still unhappy.

   "No," he says simply.  "We eat meals at the table." He puts the last of
the stuff on the table, including rolls napkins and sodas.  "Are you
feeling okay?"

   "Yeah," she says halfheartedly.  "I'm not hungry.  I'll be in my room."
She doesn't wait for a response.  She just heads off in the direction of
her room.

   He looks at you with a raised eyebrow.

   After you hear her door close you feel free to talk.  "She's still upset
because she's thinking I'm sleeping with you and she can't."

   "I'll see what I can do," he says and gets up.

   You widen your eyes and give him an evil playful look.

   "I am so not going to help her that way.  You have such a perverted
mind," he says grinning.  Now that you know he's not going to do it, it is
fun to tease him, especially since you know it embarrasses him.

   He goes to her room and you eat quietly.  You can hear their voices in
there, but can't tell what they are saying.  After a few minutes, he comes
back out and closes the door behind him.

   "That doesn't look like it went well," you say has he sits back down in
his chair.  He rolls his eyes.  "She's still mad, but to try to make it up
to her, I told her that I would go with her to the hot tub tonight after
were done eating," he says and takes a bite.

   "That would be nice.  I haven't been there in a while and..." you start
to say when David clears his throat.

   "It's just going to be me and her," he says carefully.

   You look at him puzzled.  "I don't get an invitation?" you venture.

   "She said that you had all afternoon with me and that she wanted some
time.  I gave in and we're going to go after dinner," he says as he looks
down at his plate.

   "Well, I guess I can find something to do around here," you say.  You
feel a little left out.  You and Casey usually do almost all your
activities together.  To hear that you aren't invited is different.

   After dinner is over, he leaves for a short time and returns in swim
trunks, a T-shirt, and flip-flops.

   Casey immediately emerges in her white robe.  As she ties it, you can
see a rose red bikini that you've never seen before.  Her long golden hair
is down and fixed.  She carries a towel and is wearing sandals to match. 
She crosses in front of you on the way to the door without giving you a
look.

   "We'll be back in a few hours," David says as he walks out the door
followed by Casey.

   Before she exits the door she looks back and meets your gaze.  She gives
you a look that tells you that she has bad intentions.

   They leave before you can say anything.

   You are sure he wouldn't do anything sexual with her, right?  He could
have before and didn't.  You always over think things and can't help but go
over the conversation in the office today.  He said that he was mad at
himself for considering sex with her.  But then again, he did consider it.
You remember too that night and how long that moment was when you thought
he was going to have sex with her.  He was tempted and no matter how
slightly, he did consider it.  You wonder how close he really was to giving
in to her.  Apparently, she is not done trying.  You hope he is strong as
he was last time.

   You try to watch a movie to pass the time, but can't keep your mind from
staying on the two of them.  It seems to take so long.  You are tempted to
put on your swim suit and ask one of the guards to take you down there. 
That would be too obvious, though.

   Casey might be a young, but she seems to move and act like a pro when it
comes to sex and men.  You are pretty sure she isn't going to try something
as obvious as before.

   She wanted time with him.  Why shouldn't you let her have it?  Maybe
she'll feel better after she gets a little attention.

   They come back a little later and they both seem cheerful.  They are
talking down the hall.  David only walks her to the door of the apartment
and says good night to you both there from there.  You can tell that he is
in a good mood, but nothing more from his tone.  Casey gives him a hug and
stays that the door until it closes.

   After it closes, she goes to her room.

   "Did you have a good time?" you ask.

   "Yes.  We had a very good time," she says as she smiles and heads to her
room.  Her tone implies that more went on, but you don't want to take the
bait.

   Either it did or it didn't happen.  You aren't going to play games with
a teenager to find out which it is.

   Casey gets a shower, but and you finish your movie like you aren't
interested when she comes back out.  She runs a comb through her hair as
she comes out in her pajamas and sits on the sofa beside your chair.  "Is
it a good movie?" she asks.

   "Not really," as you turn the volume down some.

   She looks a little nervous.  Her smugness is gone.  She pauses for a
moment and then seems to work up the courage to talk.  "What does he do
with you?" she asks.

   You put your tablet down in your lap.  You didn't really thinking she
was going to ask since she seems to resent that anything is going on.  "He
doesn't hurt me," you tell her honestly.

   She moves closer to you with interest.

   You are not used to kissing and telling, but you are limited on friends
to share things with.  "He's actually very nice to me."

   "What does have you do?" she asks.  "Is there a lot of sex?  Is he
good?"

   You can't believe that you're having this conversation with a teenager
so you censor your answers.  "Well, he isn't rough with me.  He hasn't had
regular sex with me, yet."

   She looks a little confused.  "You mean he hasn't actually had sex with
you?  What about the times in his office?  I mean, that's what he had you
there for, wasn't it?" Casey asks still fishing for answers.

   "Yes, sort of," you think of how to explain it.  "We did oral and the
second time was weird, but no, he didn't have sex with me either time."

   She looks more confused.  "I wonder why not?  Isn't that what he wants?
I mean, that's what every other guy I've known wants.  They are nice to me,
talk to me nice, but in the end, they all want me to sleep with them." She
looks away as a bad memory comes up.  "Not that I had any choice, but he
isn't like others."

   "No, he's not," you agree.  "David is different." You figure since you
both are being open about him you might as well ask now.  "So why do you
want him to sleep with you?  I would think that you would enjoy not having
to do it."

   "Well, it is nice not to have guys down my pants, and even nicer to be
able to wear pants." She thinks for a moment.  "I don't know.  I thought he
would want me.  He's taken care of me so much.  At first, I thought it was
just so I would give him sex like any of the others.  I don't understand
why he doesn't want what other guys do.  He's treated me better than anyone
has.  I figure I owe it to him.  I've done everything that I know how.  All
he does is get mad when I try.  Am I doing something wrong?  Is there
something wrong with me that wouldn't want me?  He keeps saying I'm too
young, but I've had sex with men older than him.  He wouldn't hurt me."

   You can see that she really doesn't understand him or how sex is
supposed to work.  You smile and move over on the sofa next to her.  You
put your arm around her and she lays her head on your shoulder.  "I have no
doubt that you would be fine.  He is just different and isn't that way.  He
doesn't want that from you.  If you want to make him happy, then just keep
being yourself.  That's all he wants."

   "I hope so," she says and hugs you for a moment.

   You both get up and move on about your day.

   Part 20

   The next few days are normal.  Casey is spending more time with David.
She doesn't dress in the scantily clad stuff.  At least every other day,
she puts on her schedule request that David accompany her.  On those, she
is careful to schedule them when you are already supposed to be doing stuff
so you can't join them.  You figure it is harmless enough.  Casey seems
happy.  David enjoys spending time with her.  He still makes time to spend
with both of you in the evenings around the apartment during and after
dinner.

   Three days after your last office session with him your next sex
appointment is due.  The appointment is ten o'clock at night.  You go to
your room to get ready prior to it.

   Casey knows about it, but neglects to go to her room.  She is in the
main room watching music videos when he arrives.  She's in her robe and
regular top and bottom pajamas when he comes in with David.

   David leads him through the main room toward your bedroom.

   "Hi," Casey says as the two of them pass.  You can hear and see most of
what's going on through the doorway from your chair.

   "Hello," you can hear the guy and see that he stalls at the sofa and
looks Casey up and down.  "You aren't by chance my date for tonight?" He
asks leaning in his suit on the sofa

   Casey looks up innocently.  "No, you have someone else waiting for you,"
she says motioning her head to your doorway.

   "Then who might you be?" he asks trying to be smooth.

   "Unavailable," David states harshly and walks back over to man.  He
gestures to your bedroom door.  "This way," he directs the man's attention
away from Casey.

   The man admires her for a moment too long.  For a moment, you think
David might pull him away or punch him.  Then he walks to your room.

   As they both enter your room, David shuts the door behind him.  You can
see that David is already annoyed.

   "How do I get with her?" the man says pointing to the main room.

   "You don't," David says simply and leaves it at that.

   Whatever preparedness that you were trying to build up for your
appointment is completely gone after he showed his interest in Casey.  You
have no desire to pleasure this man or even to be in his company after
hearing him talk like that about her.

   You barely say a word to him.  Sex isn't good.  The man complains that
you aren't lubricated when he tries to for intercourse he almost hurts you
both.  David goes to the cabinet and brings you some type of KY jelly and
you use it to make things go better.  You close your eyes to pretend he is
someone else but just can't get in the mood with him after he tried to hit
on Casey.  You almost feel ill letting him have sex with you.  You make no
effort in helping him and David doesn't seem to have a problem with your
poor performance tonight.  In fact, the more the man complains, the more
David seems satisfied.

   The sex is the worst you've had in a long time.  He seems dissatisfied
but does end up reaching a climax.  It takes an excessively long time.  He
tries kissing you and talking to you, but you don't participate.  It ends
up him doing all the work and you lying there and letting him.  You still
feel nauseated by the feel of his sperm inside of you when he finally does
finish.  You hope that in the millions of sperm that compete for your egg
that his are not the fastest swimmers.  At the end of the sex, you cover
yourself with your sheet and blanket and lay in the bed as he gets dressed.
You hear him faintly mumble dissatisfaction, but David doesn't say anything
at all.  You have to turn your head to not openly laugh at the pathetic
man. They leave the room and before David exits he gives you a quick look
of approval.  You give him a slight smile like it was nothing, but he
wasn't the one who had to spread for that jerk.

   You get up and head directly for the shower to get clean.  You feel so
dirty by being touched by him.  After the shower, you feel better.  You go
out and see Casey is still up watching television.  You almost fall into
your chair.

   "Bad?" she chances a guess.

   "He was slime ball," you say.

   "Are you okay?" she asks switching the channel.  She looks over at you
caringly.

   "Yeah, I'm okay.  I'm just glad they only come here once."

   "He seemed nice to me," she says.

   And that's what made him so bad.  "Yeah, only because he thought he was
going to get you instead of me.  Trust me, you wouldn't have wanted him,"
you add.

   "Probably not," she says and turns her attention back to the television.
"I know that look from guys.  It never leads anywhere good."

   You see she has some common sense.

   The next few days gets back into the routine.  Casey spends about three
to four hours with David every other day like clockwork.  She seems to not
have as many personal issues if she gets the one on one attention from him.
You worry a little that he might be getting too comfortable because most of
the stuff is off in another part of the building or just away from you. 
She has been spending more time in her room as of lately.  When the video
game system was new, she would play it for hours.  Now, she seems to spend
an hour or two in her room.  She might be reading or something on her
tablet.  To your knowledge she hasn't ordered anything big, but new stuff
comes for her every few days, mostly clothes that she orders.

   The next few days are rather bland for you, too.  David hasn't made any
further appoints for himself.  You have six days between your company sex
appointments.  You spend your time working out and swimming when you can.
There's something about being in the water that just feels good.  David
still comes by for dinner and watches a movie a few nights a week, too. 
Casey won't give up her spot on the sofa with him so you stay in your
chair. She usually just reclines on him.  She hasn't made a move on him
since he yelled at her.  She stays properly dresses and you haven't seen
the thin white night gown since that night.

   You think about teasingly asking him when you can expect your next
appointment with him, but you are afraid that will make it look like you
look forward to them.  You are starting to admit, that a part of you wants
to know if he'll come up with some other interesting game or if he'll
finally want regular sex.  When the time comes, you want to rock his world
so he'll never want any other woman.  Unfortunately, he's so controlled so
it will be up to him.  You don't even know how he would react if you just
went barging into his office and told him that you want it now.  And you
are scared that if you did something that bold it would hurt so much if he
refused.

   You are sitting in the main room watching television in the afternoon.
Casey and David got back from a swim about thirty minutes ago and she went
to her room right after.  You assume he went to his office to change and
shower.  She didn't head into the shower like she normally does.  You
decide to go see what she's up to.

   You go to her door and are a split second away from knocking on her door
when you hear a faint noise coming from her room.  You move closer and get
your ear next to the door.  You can't hear her, but you can hear the
familiar sound of a soft motor like the ones in any of David's sex toys. 
You smile to yourself.  David must have taken your advice and had a
vibrator of some kind discreetly delivered to her.  No wonder she's been
staying in her room more.  Also, that might explain her better mood as of
late as well.  You respect her privacy and leave her door without
disturbing her.

   She isn't loud and normally if you hadn't been right next to the door,
you would have never heard anything.  You can't blame her for wanting to
keep it secret.

   Over the next few days, you start noticing more when she goes into her
room for a time with the door closed.  You can't help but smile when she
goes in and says she's going to take a quick nap in the middle of the day.
You haven't told her that you know, but you have been taking noticing how
much she does it since you now know what she's up to.  She's at it at least
twice a day.  Most of the time, she comes out and gets a shower after the
evening one.  You know it's wrong to spy on her privacy but with the lack
of real entertainment around this place, you can't help but notice Casey's
pattern.

   Your next company appointment arrives.  David doesn't assist you with
this one, either.  Apparently it isn't fun anymore if he can't actively
participate.  He even asks if you minded if he didn't stay, but you tell
him that the deal says that he has to stay.  He doesn't argue and stays in
the chair in your room during the event.  This one is average and he is
enough to satisfy you.  He seems to be pleased with your performance as
well.  He is completely out of breath when you are done with him.

   You like that, though.  The fact that you can still take a man's breath
away and leave him speechless is how you like to operate.  Also, it is nice
to show off in front of David.  You hope that he'll want to try it soon as
well.

   When you are done, you get your stuff together for a shower.  Before you
get in the shower you scout the apartment for Casey.  She's in her room
with the door closed again.  A quiet pass by the door and you can hear that
familiar hum.  At least she's not into any trouble.

   Part 21

   It's been about a week and a half since your last session with David. 
You wonder if maybe you did something wrong and that's why he hasn't called
on you again.  He doesn't seem to act like there is anything wrong.

   You get your evening shower and when you're done, Casey is out playing
video games.  She doesn't seem to be happy, but she keeps to herself.  You
try to make small talk but as soon as you detect that she's in a bad mood,
you just let her be.  You figure that she'll come out and tell you what's
on her mind at her own pace.

   The next four days doesn't improve her mood any.  She's moody,
frustrated, and irritated at little things that go on.  Even the
commercials on the television seem to get on her nerves.  She cancels her
outing with David.  She is avoiding letting him see that she is irritable,
but even he can tell that something was wrong with her.

   You ask her a few times and try to be nice about it.  The first time she
tells you that it was nothing.  The second time you ask, a day later, she
says, "You just wouldn't understand," but almost has tears in her eyes when
she says it and goes off to her room.

   You haven't seen a change in her pattern for daily masturbations, but it
doesn't seem to help her mood any.  When she is done and comes out of her
room she seems just as irritable as before.  You think that activity would
help her chill out and calm down.

   In any case, you think it's just a matter of time before she either
comes out and tells someone what is on her mind or explodes and acts out
again.  You are really hoping that she chooses to talk to someone first. 
David isn't really known for being understanding for undesirable behavior.

   The next night, it is movie time and there is a teen horror flick on. 
It's the normal story: teens go mess around in the woods and some monster
is out there to get them.  David says it's one of his favorites.  It's
called "Evil Dead" or something like that.  You don't have much interest in
it so you have your tablet on your lap and read a novel as the two of them
watch from the sofa.

   Around the middle of the movie before it starts getting scary, Casey
says that she's tired and heads off to her room.  With the mood that she's
been in, neither of you argue with her.  You just wish her a good night and
let her go.  David gives her his usual good night hug and she goes to her
room to lie down.

   After her door is closed a few minutes, you take the moment to talk to
David.

   "Has she told you what's going on?" you ask quiet enough that Casey
shouldn't be able to hear from her room with the movie on.

   "No, but whatever it is, I was hoping that she would be over it by now,"
he says looking over at you and checking her door to make sure that he's
not overheard.  "Has she mentioned anything to you?"

   "No.  She doesn't like to open up to me about private stuff.  Half the
time it is like a competition around here.  I haven't figured out what's
bothering her.  I'll let you know when I do, though," you tell him.

   He turns his attention back to the movie.  "And I'll let you know what I
find out, too."

   The general consensus about her wellbeing is shared between the both of
you.  You have no doubt that the two of you want nothing but the best for
her.

   The two of you watch the movie in silence for a time.  The movie is very
old and almost too poorly done to be called horror anymore.  Some of the
scares are almost laughable by comparison to the new movies that you've
seen lately.

   About twenty minutes go by and during one of the very quiet parts of the
movie comes on.  Your good ears can detect a slight humming from Casey's
room.  You have always had good senses.  Eye sight, smell, hearing, and
even touch have always seemed to help you in situations.  Now that you've
been use to listening for the slightest sound of the quiet motor over the
last week or so, you can identify it even with other stuff going on.

   You hope that she'll relieve some stress and be easier to deal with. 
Also, it's much better that she take care of that issue in there instead of
try again with David.  Last time, he looked mad enough to really punish
her.

   About ten minutes later into the movie, Casey calls out from her room.
"David, can you please come in here," she calls from her closed room door.

   He gets up from the sofa.

   "You might want to pass this time," you say.  You don't want to
embarrass her, but if she's just been masturbating, this could not be good.


   "Why?" he asks as he stops on the way to her door.

   "Well, she's been keeping herself very busy in her room.  She may not
actually need company in there," you try to softly hint what you know and
apparently he has no clue.

   He looks at you confused.  "I'm sure that she's fine.  I'm just going to
go see what she needs and I'll be right back.  You don't have to stop the
movie," he says.

   Oh my god, you think.  You're trying to warn him he's walking into
trouble and he thinks you're concerned about him missing part of a stupid
movie.  Somehow you wonder how he cannot pick up subtitle hints.

   He goes in her room and the door closes most of the way behind him.

   You shake your head and figure whatever he gets when he walks in there
might actually teach him to listen to you.

   You leave the television on so there is noise in the background, but you
creep up to her door.  It's mostly shut, but you peek though the crack by
the hinges.  You see that her room is lit only by her blue lava lamp that
is on her night stand.  She is lying on her bed covered totally in a sheet
and David is standing at the foot of her bed.  You aren't far away, and you
can still hear and see what's going on inside.  Apparently you haven't
missed much.

   "What's wrong?" he says in a friendly tone.

   "I have a problem," she says awkwardly.  "I've been..." she stalls
looking for a good word and finally gives up, "...masturbating..." even as
she says the word she looks away from him embarrassed, "...since I've been
here.  I was always able to take care of myself up until a few weeks ago.
Then no matter how much I tried, I couldn't finish." She looks mortified to
be telling this to him.  It is definitely not her casual confident
attitude.

   You can see the nervous look on her face and hear the uneasiness in her
voice.  She sounds on the verge of tears just telling him.

   "You sent me the...toy...and things were fine.  When I used it, I was
able to finish, at least for a while," she's still talking very slow like
it's painful to speak the words.  "For almost a week now I haven't been
able to.....take care of it myself." She now looks on the verge of tears
and you can hear her voice choke up.  She must really be at her breaking
point to call him in here and tell him something like this.  "I've done
everything I can think of.  I've even tried to ignore the urge and hope it
goes away.  I've tried everything I know to do.  I'm ready to lose my mind.
I can get so close, but I can't do it myself." She takes a deep breath.

   You realize David is still standing.  He hasn't moved that you can tell.
You can't see his face from this angle like you can see her.  You can't
even tell his mood and because he hasn't changed his stance.

   "What are you wanting?" he says carefully.  There is no readable emotion
in his voice.

   "I know that I'm not supposed to ask and that you have made it clear
that you aren't going to do things with me.  Please.  I don't want you to
be mad, but I need help.  I can't do it myself and I need to finish. 
Please help me?" She pauses.  For a moment and when he doesn't move or
speak she continues.  "I know you are good.  I've seen it," she says that
and realizes that last statement might need more explanation than she's
ready for.  "You don't have to look at me.  I'll stay covered.  I'll even
cover my head so you can pretend that I'm someone else.  I'll do anything."
She pulls back the sheet from off her leg and you can see a light blue end
of a rabbit vibrator similar to the one he used on you last time.  She
didn't pull back the sheet enough to show private area, but the bare leg
makes it clear that she is nude at least from the waist down and the end of
the handle and control button is all that can be seen between her legs. 
Given the proximity and position, you can't tell if it is in her already or
just lined up on the bed between her legs.  She was careful not to expose
any part of her body that wasn't necessary.  "Please," she begs with a tear
rolling down her cheek.  "I need it so bad.  I've been trying for days and
can't," her voice starts to crack.  "You don't even have to touch me.  Just
use the toy and help me.  I'm sure that if you do it, I'll be able to. 
Please, just this once."

   She looks at him with pleading eyes on the verge of breaking into sobs
waiting for him to say something.

   Part 22

   He stands there in silence for what seems like minutes.

   A tear trickles out of the corner of her eye.

   David lets out a deep sign and walks quietly around to the other side of
the bed.  He sits down about midway down the bed.  "One time only," he says
giving in.

   You can see his face now that he is around the other side of the bed. 
Because you are close to the scene, you can see practically everything. 
You can feel resentment start to building inside of you.  You were supposed
to be the only one he touches.  You resist the temptation to storm in there
and give him a piece of your mind.

   "Are you sure about this?" he asks softly.  He looks so nervous.

   Casey nods still on the verge of tears.

   You can't help but wonder.  David's had his way with women before.  He
takes charge of you and always knows exactly what he's doing.  Why is he
acting like sex or stimulating a woman is something he is afraid to do?

   "If you change your mind, just say so," he whispers.

   "Okay," she says quietly.

   Your keen sense of hearing doesn't fail you and you have a front row
seat.  The movie is still going on behind you in the living room providing
background noise, but your mind has blocked it out by focusing on the crack
of vision and six feet separating you and the two people who are oblivious
to your presence.

   He leans down and kisses her forehead.  "It's going to be okay," he
tells her.  "I'll make it better." He looks into her blue eyes and doesn't
take his eyes off her face.  You see his right hand that is closest to her
reach down and pick up the vibrator off the bed.  Apparently it wasn't in
her at all or even close to her.  He doesn't look down at it or her body
and he sets the toy aside.  "I don't want to hurt you and using the toy,
I'm afraid it might.  Is it okay if I don't use it?" he asks not taking his
eyes on her face.

   She silently nods again.

   He keeps his eyes on her face.  He doesn't look down at her body.  His
hand goes to her inner thigh of her exposed leg and slowly upward.

   She brings her arms above the sheet but keeps her breasts covered with
the sheet.  She doesn't look down to what he's doing but is very aware of
it.  As his hand travels higher, it takes the sheet with him and brings her
smoothly shaven pubic area into view.  Her pubic lips seem small, but you
know it's because of her petite body.  You can barely make out her vaginal
entrance and it looks slightly swollen, most likely from use.

   His hand cups her lips and starts to massage the entire area.  His other
hand he brings up to her face and wipes away a tear.  He starts to run his
fingers though her hair and she reaches up and takes his hand.

   She spreads her legs wide encouraging him.  "Please," she says looking
at him.  "I need it badly."

   He still looks like he's on the fence of whether he's going to go
through with it.  She can see his indecision, too.

   "I'll say if want you to stop," she offers.

   He sits back up and she puts both of her hands on his free hand.  His
other one works slowly on her.  "Okay," he finally says to her.

   You see him slide his middle finger into the top of her lips and she
reacts immediately.

   She takes a deep breath as he starts slow strokes up and down where her
clitoris should be.

   "I want you to close your eyes," he says.  He still seems embarrassed
about what he's doing.  He would be more embarrassed if he knew you were
watching.

   She listens to him and closes her eyes but still has his hand in both of
hers.  Her breathing evens and you can see that she's slightly moving her
hips to his slow movements.

   "I want you to imagine yourself in the most peaceful place you can think
of," he says in a very soothing voice.  He gives her a moment and you see
her expression calm.

   "Where are you?" he asks watching her very carefully.

   "I'm at a creek near where I grew up.  It is summer and I'm alone there.
I use to spend most of my time swimming or lying in the sun on the bank,"
she says.

   "You're not alone there," he says.  "Imagine the most caring guy you've
ever known is there with you.  You are on a blanket on the bank and your
man is right there with you."

   He moves his fingers down to the entrance of her pussy.

   You can see his face and eyes.  He's watching her very carefully.  His
look isn't the controlled one you are use to in these situations.  This is
a different side of him that you've never seen.

   He presses his middle finger into her slowly.

   She slightly raises her hips for him.  Her blue eyes open and lock on
him.

   He freezes watching her.

   "Keep going," she whispers.  "Please.  I want it." She holds position
for him.

   He reluctantly goes deeper until his finger is completely insider her.
You can see him start to massage.

   She relaxes back on the bed and a moment later she begins to move her
hips again slowly.  You see her grip the hand she is holding and gasp. 
"There," she whispers.  "That's the spot," she encourages him.

   David apparently continues what she likes because you can see that she
gets aroused very quickly.  She is really getting into it.  She closes her
eyes again, but never releases his hand.  She seems to be squeezing it when
he does something that she likes.

   Your right hand slides down inside the pajama bottoms that you are
wearing.  You don't even think about it.  You don't know how or why, but
you are getting aroused as well.

   At first you were appalled and a little repulsed by this idea.  After
watching how he is with her, you almost envy her.  He has never been this
gentle and careful with you.  You didn't even know he could be like that.
He's always been in charge and taken what he wanted or told you exactly
what he wanted from you.  Seeing him being so gentle with her is so out of
character.  You don't know how to explain it, but you want to be the one
there on the bed that he is being so gentle with.

   You watch him quietly work on her.  He doesn't go fast or rush her to an
orgasm.  He has a very slow and steady pace.

   She gives him several cues to go faster.  You hear her softy moan and
her body seems to move as if there were a man lying there with her.  She
flexes her hips up and down slightly and her legs part wider as if inviting
him between them.  The sheet still covers her chest and most of her
stomach. You can see she's using her arms to press her tits together under
the sheet.

   David doesn't move other than letting his hand work between her legs. 
He is using one finger up in her and his thumb inside the front on her
clitoris.  He watches her, but he's not really staring at her sexually.  He
studies her face and glances over her whole body from time to time, but he
doesn't look to be interested in doing more.  He still looks more nervous
than anything.

   You slide your finger into yourself and find that you are very wet.  You
don't think about why or how anymore.  You just watch them and start to
massage yourself in front.  It's been a while since you've masturbated
because you needed it.  You almost forgot how good it feels when you want
sex and it's not being done to you.  Your eyes are still glued to the scene
in the room.  You stroke yourself to the rhythm that David is setting with
her.  You want him to do more.  You don't want him to take her the way he
does you, but to use the gentleness that he's using with her.  You want to
feel that part of him.

   Casey gets louder.  "Can you feel that?" she asks him.

   He continues to massage her but only smiles softly at her.

   "I'm so close," she encourages him.  "Oh..."

   You can't take too much more yourself.  You feel yourself getting close
to the point that you are rocking back and forth on your feet.  You bring
your free hand up and squeeze your chest.  You squeeze your nipple between
your fingers.  You finally give in to the urge to finish and start rubbing
up and down across your clit fast.  You have to stop yourself from moaning
out loud.

   "Oh my god," Casey says in an excited whisper.  "That's it!"

   You open your eyes to watch her as you begin to orgasm yourself.

   She is close to bouncing on the bed.  She still holds his free hand in
one hand and the other is down on his wrist of the hand that is making her
cum.  You get a better look and you can see that she is pulling him into
herself.  You can see that he is still being very careful with her.  But
whatever he is doing is working.  Her legs are straight out and her toes
are curled up.  Her head goes to the side and she puts her face in the
pillow.  You hear a high pitched muted squeal as she tries her best to stay
quiet.

   The scene is more than enough to let your orgasm run its course.  You
feel the blood rush to all parts of your body carrying the wonderful
feeling all over.  You try to get your breathing under control and realize
that your legs are shaky.

   Your underwear is soaked and you'll have to change them, but you check
and you haven't made a wet spot in your bottoms.  You rub your legs
together pressing your pussy lips feeling the last lingering effects.  You
pull your hand back out and realize you are going to have to wash it before
you do much of anything.

   You still stand there, though.  You want to see what he's going to do.
What he's done is forgivable in a way.  If he goes further with her, you
don't know if you're going to be as compassionate.

   He slows his pace and she starts to calm down.

   She must have been having a wonderful orgasm because it seemed to have
lasted minutes.  You were wondering if she was going to suffocate squealing
into the pillow when she finally turns her head back and faces him.  Her
breathing is labored but she as a huge smile on her face.  She's
practically glowing.  She is still holding his hand and his wrist.

   He starts to slide his finger out of her.  She flexes her hips still to
try to get every last moment of it.  She just watches him as she comes down
from her high.

   When his hand is free of her pussy, she lets go of his wrist.  He
reaches over and pulls the sheet back over her lower half.  She puts her
hand back up on his other hand.

   Her breathing is slowing and even now.  "That was great," she says
looking at him with her blue eyes.  "The toy, most guys, and even I have
never really hit the spot that you did." She takes a few breaths.  "Thank
you," she says most sincerely.

   He leans forward and kisses her forehead like he did at the beginning.
"Sweet dreams, my dear Casey." He gets up, turns off her lava light.

   You move quietly back to your chair in the living room.  You wanted to
see how it ended, but you didn't do the math about how long it would take.
You pick up the tablet computer with your clean hand and try to look like
you had never left the chair.  You look up and the movie is already over.

   He must have paused to say something to her because he didn't come out
of the room right away.

   You try to look interested in the electronic book that you had pulled up
on your tablet.

   He walks though the main room to the bathroom.  You see him flip on the
light and hear him turn on the water to the sink.

   You get up and feeling the lingering effects from your own orgasm and
walk casually to the door of the bathroom.  You see him thoroughly washing
his hands (or hand that touched her).  "So did you find out what was
bothering her?" you ask wanting to know if he's going to admit what
happened.

   He looks over at you with guilt in his eyes.  "Yes."

   Part 23

   "So what did you find out?" you say acting as if you don't have a clue.

   He looks back at himself in the mirror and then down at his hands that
he is still scrubbing.  He puts a lot of thought into what he says.  He
doesn't look up at you.  "She's sexually frustrated," he says.  "She's
wants sex and she can't get any here.  She has been using a vibrator I gave
her but had some trouble with it."

   "So you fixed the vibrator?" you say pushing for more information and
just toying with him to see what he's going to say.

   "No, there was nothing wrong with it," he says and then adds, "that I
know of."

   "So what did you do?" you press.

   David lets out a deep sigh.  He stands and looks at you.  "I helped
her," he says finally.  "I know it is against our deal so you don't have to
continue our sessions.  I won't pressure you and I have no intentions
toward Casey.  You don't have to worry." He walks passed you before you can
say anything.

   "You don't have to go," you say as he rushes across the living room and
out of the apartment.

   You saw the pain on his face and your first impulse is to go after him.
You started by feeling superior by having the upper hand.  The end result
wasn't what you expected.

   After the door closes the apartment is too quiet.  The television is on,
but the movie is stopped and silent.  You feel alone for the first time in
a while.

   You clean up the room and turn everything off to get ready for bed. 
David doesn't return and Casey seems to have gone to sleep after her
exciting night.  You go over the events in your head as you mindlessly
clean up the room.

   Keeping the place clean is just one of the habits that you've always
had. David has never mandated that you do it or even said anything about
it. You just have always like things put away at the end of your day.

   You didn't think David would be that upset.  If anything, you thought
you were going to be upset at him if he seemed unconcerned about what he
had done.  His response caught you by surprise.

   You lie down to sleep, but it doesn't come easy for you.  The events of
the evening keep playing through your head, but eventually you fall asleep.

   Suddenly, you are awake.  It is still dark and it is dark in the room.
You hear a knock at the door, more specifically your bedroom door.  The
apartment has an electronic chime on the main door loud enough to be heard
throughout the apartment.  This is a soft knock on just your door.  Casey
usually just comes right in.  David acts like he owns the place and goes
where ever he wants.  Who would knock?

   "Come in?" you say as you sit up.  The door opens and you see one of the
guards standing there.  Sanchez is his last name if you remember right from
his nametag.

   "I'm sorry to disturb you," he says.  You've seen him around and David
usually talks to him when he makes any changes or needs to relay
information to security.  You're pretty sure he's in charge of at least
some if not all of them.

   "No, it's okay," you say.  "What's wrong?" You look over at the clock in
your room and see that it is a little past one in the morning.

   "It's David," he says hesitantly.  "I know I'm not supposed to talk to
you and I have no idea what happened tonight.  I checked on David and I
don't think he's okay.  What happened?"

   You aren't sure what to tell this guy, but you get the feeling that he
generally wants to help.  You get out of bed.  "Where is he?"

   "He's drunk in his office," Sanchez says.  "I've known him since the war
and we usually talk when something is bothering him.  Tonight, he wouldn't.
He just asked me to leave him alone.  When he's depressed over Gloria, he
usually wants to talk about her.  When he's having trouble with one of the
women on the floor, he vents to me.  This is different.  When he drinks, he
usually wants someone around, whether he's in a good mood or not.  Not
tonight," he explains.

   You get up and get your robe and slippers on.  You start out of the room
and Sanchez walks with you toward David's office.  "We had an issue this
evening," you say and he looks concerned.  "It's nothing dealing with
security, but it looks like David took it hard." You don't want to tell him
anything personal that David wouldn't appreciate.

   He turns to you and stops in the hall about fifteen feet from David's
office door.  "I've been working with him for a long time.  I've seen many
sides of him here.  My security team is good and no one knows what happens
on the floor.  It's one of those, what happens on the floor, stays on the
floor ideas.  The Major has been with us for a long time and takes care of
us.  But he doesn't open up to us very much."

   "I'll see what I can do," you tell him seeing that he's having trouble
coming out and asking for your help.

   "Thank you," he says relieved.  "It's no problem for him to stay on the
floor.  He just can't go anywhere else in the building in his present
state."

   "Thank you for coming to me, Sanchez," you say as you turn and head to
his door.  He smiles at the mention of his name.

   A few things ideas come into focus as you approach the door.  Sanchez
and at least some of the other guards are very loyal to David.  What's
more, he was a Major in a war before he worked here.  He chose his staff
out of loyal troops under his command.  And Sanchez, apparently his friend,
cares enough about him to break rules and try to make sure that David's
okay.

   You get to his door and think about knocking, but then decide to just go
in.  The room is dimly lit by a lamp and the main light is off.  David is
on his sofa.  He is wearing a T-shirt and workout shorts.  You are sure he
isn't working out this time of night.  A blanket is folded at the end of
the sofa with a pillow on top of it.  David is holding a liquor bottle. 
From the looks of the bottle, it is the same type he had before when you
saw him drinking and he's already half though the bottle.  He must have a
good tolerance.  His laptop is on the desk facing him with some movie on.

   You walk in and he doesn't even look over at you.  You close the door
behind you with a very audible click and he still doesn't look over.  He is
reclined on the sofa facing away from you.

   "I don't want to talk, Mark," he says.  "I'm fine." He is slightly
slurring his words.  His tone is sad.

   "I'm not Mark," you say as you walk over to him.  "And you're not fine."
Move over to the side of the sofa that his legs are propped up on.  You tap
his feet and he moves his legs for you to sit down.

   He takes another drink off the bottle, but stays quiet.

   "How is that working for you?" you ask him sarcastically.

   "Not very well," he answers.  "I still remember what happened.  I was
hoping that with enough alcohol I would have short-term memory loss.  So
far no luck."

   "That's not going to work, and even if somehow you forget, that doesn't
mean it didn't happen," you tell him.

   You want to help him, even though part of you knows that he deserves
everything he's feeling and more.  He should not have done anything with
Casey, but you don't like to see him hurting.  You look at the monitor like
you are interested in the war movie that is playing.  "Did you go into it
with sexual intentions?"

   "No," he says looking back at the screen.

   "Did you do it because you wanted her or was it because she needed your
help?" you ask trying to lead this thinking.

   "I wanted to help her.  But it still feels like I was took advantage of
her.  I don't want her to have anything to do with sex.  And then suddenly
I was doing it for her," he says shaking his head.

   "But you did it because she wanted it," you say.  "Your intent was to
help her.  You did help her.  I'm sure she doesn't think that you took
advantage of her.  And..." you pause and think about it before you say it,
"...I don't think you took advantage of her, either." You look at him and
see that he's looking into your eyes for some type of forgiveness.

   He considers it.  Then he shakes his head.  "It doesn't matter." He
takes another drink from the bottle.  "You should go back to bed.  I'll be
fine."

   You don't believe him for an instant.  "Can I stay?" you ask.  He hasn't
made it an order, but you don't want to leave him like this.  "At least for
a while?"

   "As long as you want," he offers.  He caps the bottle and sets it on the
table next to him.

   You lay over on his lap and he puts an arm over you.  You reach down and
pull the blanket over yourself.  He stops talking and you get comfortable.
On a positive note, he quit drinking.  His body is very warm and you fall
asleep in minutes.  At one point, you feel him tuck the pillow underneath
his head, but he doesn't move you.

   He wakes you up in the morning.  You wake feeling groggy, but relaxed
from just staying with him.  He is hung over and in a bitter mood.  He
thanks you for coming and on him during the night, but makes some excuse
that he has stuff to do and gets in the shower.

   You take your queue to leave and head to the apartment.  When you get
there, Casey is up and making coffee.  She sees you coming from outside the
apartment, but doesn't ask any questions.

   You can see that she is very relaxed and rested.  She's in the best mood
that you've seen in weeks.  You don't ask and she doesn't say why.

   You order breakfast.  When breakfast arrives, David joins you and Casey
at the table.  He looks a little hung over, but he is showered, shaved, and
in clean clothes.  Casey gives him a big hug when he first walks in.  He
hugs her awkwardly, but she doesn't seem to notice.

   You step out into the kitchenette to give them a private moment.  You
can still hear from there, though.

   "I wanted to thank you again for last night," Casey says.

   "I'm glad that you're better.  I will give some thought of what we can
do if this is still an issue in the future.  Let me know, but don't wait
until it gets like last night.  Okay?" he says.

   You don't hear her respond, but you assume that she nodded or something.
You come back in and they are starting to sit down at the table.

   He greets you and starts putting the plates on the table for the meal.
Casey mainly runs the conversation during the meal.  You can see the
effects of David's late night drinking, but he tries not to let them show.

   As everyone is finishing up, the apartment door opens again.  A tall man
with dark curly hair, mustache, and a suit comes in.  David looks
immediately annoyed.  He stands as the man approaches with a manila file
folder in hand.  He looks at you and Casey like you he's assessing value to
you.  It makes you suddenly uncomfortable.

   "What do you want, Larry?" David says impatiently.

   "I just came to bring up some paperwork," he says as he leers at Casey.

   "There are others to do that and you aren't supposed to be on this
floor," David says reaching his hand out for the file.

   "That's only temporary.  I'll be back before you know it," he says
dismissing David's unwelcoming tone.

   You see David press one of the buttons on his watch and the watch face
turns yellow.  "You've been banned from women.  You're out of line.  What
paperwork is so important that you thought you should bring it up
yourself?"

   "It's the complaint forms from our clients.  It seems you have two on
Sarah so far," he says looking over to you.

   You are dressed, but the way he looks at you makes you feel exposed.

   "If you would discipline her properly, you wouldn't have such problems,"
he says looking back at you.  "Also, if I were you I would take advantage
and profit from everything you have at your disposal," he says looking over
at Casey.

   Sanchez enters the door of the apartment followed by another security
guard.

   "What goes on with Sarah and Casey is my responsibility and none of your
concern." He addresses Sanchez, "Sergeant, please escort Mr.  Jones to the
elevator and off my floor." He addresses Larry again.  "Don't come back,"
David growls at Larry.

   "I was just making a suggestion," he says as he takes one last look at
Casey and you.  "Enjoy the luxuries that your position has to offer.  You
might want to take care of problems before management lets someone else do
it."

   Sanchez and the other guard escort him out and the door closes behind
them.

   Casey seems as uncomfortable as you are.

   David turns back to you both when Larry is out of the room.  "I'm sorry
for that.  He's not supposed to be on the floor."

   "What did he mean?" Casey asks.  "Why would they want to discipline
Sarah?"

   "It's nothing to worry about," he says as he lays the folder down on the
table and starts to clear off the empty plates.

   "No," you say tired of being in the dark.  "What did he mean?"

   "If there are enough complaints against you, they will put another
custodian in charge of the floor," he says trying not to look at you.

   "You mean you won't be in on the floor anymore?" you ask.

   "Yes, unfortunately," he says with a serious look.

   "They can't do that!" Casey exclaims.

   "Don't worry, Casey," he tries to comfort her.  "They can't do anything
to you.  I'll make sure that if I'm moved, that you come with me."

   You catch that he didn't say anything about you.  You realize that he
didn't want her to catch that, either.  You recall that he said you
belonged to the company.

   "Why would the discipline make a difference?" you ask still trying to
make sense of it.

   "Any discipline is recorded and reported to management.  If there are
complaints from clients and there can be shown that steps have been taken
to correct the behavior, management usually lets the issue go," he says
finishing putting everything on the meal cart.

   You and Casey get up from the table.  You remember the thirteenth floor.
There was a camera on the desk pointed at you when he `disciplined' you. 
Now his attitude at the time makes sense.  He didn't seem like he wanted to
do it.

   "What did he mean by complaints and discipline?" Casey asks.

   It starts making more sense to you and you stay quiet.

   "It is okay, Casey," he says.  "Nothing is going to happen." He
reassures her, but she has no idea about what happened to you before she
arrived here.  You've neglected to tell her the bad parts.

   "I'll take care of everything.  You don't have anything to worry about.
Larry is just a sad little man trying to act and talk big.  Our floor is
better than many of the others and management doesn't have issues with
them. " David says goodbye and leaves with the cart.

   The rest of the day goes normally.  You don't see David at all.  You
catch Sanchez in the hall about noon and he says that David went home.  You
don't blame him and figure that he needs the rest.  Casey has a good day.
Things weigh on your mind.  You didn't think that refusing men or their
satisfaction would affect anyone but you.  Thinking that you might get
someone as corrupt as Larry in charge of the floor fills you with dread. 
You don't voice your concerns to Casey so to not worry her.  You catch
Sanchez in the hall later and ask if David could be replaced with enough
complains and he confirms it as very possible.

   You check your schedule and in two days you have your next sex
appointment.  You don't fear discipline anymore.  You fear someone else
being in charge and taking Casey away.  You have grown attached to her and
David.  You can't have any other problems during the appointments.  Your
own pride could cost you David.

   Part 24

   The next few days go well.  David is back to normal.  Casey seems to be
much better.  Apparently after the night with David, her problem was fixed.
You pay attention to her patterns and you can't catch her masturbating at
all.  Either she's not doing it or she does it when you're gone or asleep.
In any case, her mood is better and you haven't seen any sign of her
approaching David or even talking about it to him.  He seems thankful for
that.

   As for your relationship with him, he seems to be back to business.  He
doesn't ask you for favors or schedule any private sessions for himself. 
He seems to be leaving you and Casey alone, sexually that is.  He has two
outings with Casey, but they are normal, swimming and to the sauna.

   He only comes in one night for movie night.  Casey notices that he's
been a little distant, but when she asks about it, he says that he's fine.
For you, he's been friendly but nothing like before.  For a while, you
think that he might be uninterested in you sexually.

   During your sex appointment you ask him to direct actions, but he
declines the offer.  He tells you to take care of the man he brings to the
room.  He leaves before you even start with the guy.  You satisfy the man
and go through with the sex.  David's absence troubles you, but you don't
let the guy know anything is wrong.  You do your best to fake it and he
falls for the act.  He finished and leaves promptly after he's done.  He
thanks you and you walk him to the door.  Casey doesn't pop her head out of
her room until the man is out of the apartment.

   "What happened to David?" she asks as you get a bottle of water from the
kitchenette.  "I thought he always stayed?"

   "I don't know," you tell her honestly.  "He didn't say anything.  He
just left."

   You think for a moment and then decide you're tired of guessing what
he's thinking.  You leave the apartment and go to his office.  You knock to
be polite and you hear his voice on the other side call you in.

   "Why didn't you stay?" you ask him directly.

   He stops working on his computer and addresses you very businesslike. 
"You are very capable of taking care of things.  You don't need me there,"
he says with coldness in his voice.

   "So our deal from before?" you bring up your previous agreement.

   "The deal from before is void.  There is no need for me to be there.  I
have cameras on you and security would be there within moments if things go
wrong.  Having me there only makes things complicated.  You have what you
want.  I'm not going to be with Casey and you only have to deal with the
bare minimum of men.  I won't bother you anymore than I have to." He sounds
like he's making a business proposal.

   You heart drops.  Did he just dump you?  "Why?  What changed?" you ask
him trying to push down the lump coming up to your throat.

   "I thought it would be clear," he says.  "I don't deserve you or her. 
Forcing you to be with me is wrong.  I even fooled myself thinking it could
be real for a time.  I thought that maybe you had feelings for me the way
that I wanted you to.  Then I realized that you were only with me because
you didn't have a choice.  That's not the way it's supposed to be and not
the way it's going to be." He clears his throat.  "So in the future if you
need anything let me know."

   "That's not fair!" you say hurt.

   Your anger surprises him.

   "You can't just decide this for me.  I should have some say so!  I..." a
tear rolls down your cheek.  You can't even finish the sentence.  You want
to tell him how you feel about him, but are so hurt you can't even form the
words to tell him.  "You should ask before you decide how I feel," you say
and then storm out of the office and quickly to your apartment.

   You go directly to your bedroom and slam the door.  You can't believe
that he could jump to this decision and assume so much without talking to
you.  All he had to do is ask!  You would have told him how you feel about
him.  You would have done everything voluntarily.  None of what you and he
had together was out of line.  He made you feel special.  He made you feel
wanted.  He made you feel loved.  You thought he had real feelings for you.


   You stand at your window and look out on the dark city.  You wait for
him to come after you.  You want him to come in so you can yell and him
tell him what an idiot he is.  The scene plays in your head.  You see
yourself yelling at him: "He is blessed to have a girl like you around! 
You are too good for him.  He doesn't deserve you." You see your reflection
in the glass begin to cry.  "And he's all I want," say quietly to your
reflection and then break down into sobs.

   The minutes stretch on and you finally admit that he's not coming.  Him
not coming to you hit's you harder than the cold words in his office.  You
lie down on your bed and lose the last of your control.  You are crying
into your pillow when Casey comes in to check on you.  She holds you while
cry and you hug her tight.  She asks what is wrong, but you don't say
anything.  You just want to be held until it stops hurting.

   Part 25

   The next morning comes as it always does.  Casey stayed with you through
the night.  She was so caring to stay and try to help you when you wouldn't
even tell her what happened or why.  She didn't guess too much before she
just gave up asking and was content to just hold you when you wouldn't tell
her what is wrong.

   You wake and wish that yesterday was just a bad dream.  Casey in the bed
next to you and the tear stains on the pillow confirm that it wasn't.  The
pain inside has been dulled to an ache, but it's still there.

   Casey wakes next to you.

   "Thank you," you tell her.  "I'm glad you came in here last night."

   Casey blinks awake and then sits up.  "Are you going to tell me what
happened?  I know that a guy was here.  Did he hurt you?" she asks
caringly.

   "No, it wasn't him.  He was fine," you say getting up and trying to go
through your normal routine of getting clothes out for the day.

   "Then what did David do?" she says sitting on the bed.

   Just the mention of his name brings pain.  You can't help but hesitate
when she says his name out loud.

   "It doesn't take a genius to know that it has to be him.  What
happened?" she asks.

   You try to focus pick out clothes for the day.  You figure since she's
your only friend here that you might as well talk to her.  There is
literally no one else to talk to.  "David probably won't be around much
anymore, at least around me."

   "What do you mean?  Is he not going to be taking care of us?" she asks
concerned.

   "No, I'm sure he'll still take care of us and he'll still do his
activities with you," you fight back the tears coming as you start facing
reality.  "I am the one he doesn't want to see anymore."

   "Why?  I thought he really like you?" Casey says coming over to you.

   Tears start creeping into your eyes again.  "I did, too."

   You go through your day on auto pilot.  You do your workout as scheduled
and even go down to the pool in the evening.  Casey offers to chat, but you
don't feel like talking.  Don't see David but imagine that he's in his
office working.  Casey doesn't join you for the pool trip so you are there
mostly alone.  Sanchez escorts you there and stays there while try to
relax. You try to talk to him, but he doesn't really carry on a
conversation.  You remind yourself that he's not allowed to be social.  You
feel sorry that he has more restrictions on him than you do in this place.

   You keep thinking about David and why he is acting this way.  Yes, you
admit that you were somewhat upset that he could be like that with Casey.
You still haven't told her that you know.  There isn't a real reason to. 
The only thing that would do is embarrass her or make her feel like this is
her fault.  She can't help that she's too young to know what she's doing.
David doesn't have that excuse.  He knows exactly what he's doing.  Why
would he try to put so much distance between the two of you?  Does he
really believe that he doesn't deserve to be with you?

   You finish in the pool after an hour or so.  You dry off and are
escorted back to your room.  You get changed just in time for dinner.  The
dinner cart is brought up, but David doesn't make an appearance.  Casey
looks as disappointed as you are.  You were hoping that he would show up
and things would be back to normal.

   After dinner, Casey goes to his office to see him.  You get a shower and
start a movie before she gets back.  You have the lights dimmed in the
apartment with just enough light to make the television like a movie
theatre.  Casey returns alone.  You were hoping that she would have David
in tow, but no such luck.  She comes over and sits on the sofa.  You're in
your normal chair.

   "Did he say why he wasn't here?" you ask hoping she has more information
than you.

   "Not really," she says looking at you.  She seems sad as well.  "I asked
if he was going to be by tomorrow and he said he didn't know.  I'm pretty
sure the answer is no, but he didn't want to come straight out and tell
me."

   Casey is quiet for a minute.  She looks down at her hands.  "I think
this is my fault," she says.  "I asked him for something a few days ago."
She pauses.  "He hasn't been the same since."

   You give her a comforting smile.  "This isn't your fault and it's not
about you," you tell her trying to help her.  "He just is mixed up in what
he wants." You don't want her to blame herself.  Yes, in some ways this is
because of her, but not anything she meant to cause.

   "Are you sure?" Casey asks looking at you hopefully.  You can see it in
her eyes that she wants to believe you.  She doesn't want to be the cause
of the problem.  "I had a problem and I needed his help," she says trying
to admit the truth to you, but you can see that it's hard for her.

   You want to save her some pain and dancing around words.  "Whatever he
chooses to do are his choices.  He chooses what he does and how he reacts
to it.  You and I can't make choices for him.  I'm sure when he gets things
straight, that he'll be back around and back to normal," you tell her
trying to sound convincing.  You actually doubt that everything is going to
turn out as happily, but for the moment it'll save Casey from blaming
herself for things.  You feel bad enough with David turning his back on
you. Having Casey blame herself for it would just be mean and useless.

   "I hope your right," she says wanting to believe you.  She goes off to
her room.

   "Good night," you tell her as she leaves and you turn the television
off. There won't be any late night movie tonight and maybe no nice movie
night for the foreseeable future.

   You go to your room and start getting things ready for bed.  The pain
has dulled some.  It's more like an ache that your body is starting to get
use to.  You wish he would just come to you.  At the moment, you wouldn't
care what mood he was in or what he had in mind.  The last twenty-four
hours have just felt lonely without him.

   The next two days are just the same.  David comes in the second morning
and checks on Casey and asks you how you are.  You tell him that you are
fine, but are really far from it.  After giving Casey a hug, he leaves and
says he'll be in his office most of the day.  Casey looks disappointed. 
She asks him to go up to the roof with her.  He agrees and then leaves. 
During the afternoon, he does go with her up to the roof and when she comes
back she feels better.

   You feel better for Casey, but even worse for yourself.  So David is
just avoiding you.

   You think about this for a while and decide that you are not alright
with this arrangement.  You go to your room and start going through your
wardrobe.  Casey was able to tempt him enough to do something against his
will.  This should be easy for you.  You already have in mind what he
likes. You dress in a royal blue gown that shows off your chest and barely
goes mid thigh when you stand up.  You debate on wearing lacy underwear,
but remember that he prefers you not to when he touches you.  You fix your
hair and put on some light makeup.  You step back and look at yourself in
the full size mirror.  If he doesn't go for you, he must be blind or dead.
You put on your robe and matching slippers to covering everything so he
won't know what you have in store until it's too late.

   You go down to his office.  You take a deep breath and think that that
this is your shot.  You take a deep breath and knock on the door.

   "Come in," he says in normal fashion.

   You come in and see that he's alone.  "Hi, David," you say trying to
sound casual.

   He stops working on his computer and gives you his attention.  You can
see he still looks a little uncomfortable.

   "I wanted to talk about our situation," you say walking across his
office and around the desk next to him.  "I don't like this.  And I've been
thinking about it and it doesn't have to be this way."

   "I agree," he admits.  "I was....rash...in my decision and I've missed
you, too."

   "You don't have to," you say and take off your robe for him.

   He is breathless and sits back in his chair.  "Wow" he whispers amazed.

   "How about you stop worrying about what I should think and how
responsible you're supposed to be?  I have needs to and you're supposed to
take care of them.  Right?" you ask as you sit down seductively on his lap.
His khaki pants can't hide the bulge growing.

   He puts an arm reflexively around you and the other goes to your upper
thigh.  "I don't have a problem with that," he says as you feel what was
left of his hesitation leave him.  He pulls you close and you get the long
kiss that you've been wanting for a long time.

   The taste of him alone was worth the effort and will power that it took
to get dressed and come to him.  He kisses you again and pulls you closer
to him.  You can feel his chest press against you as he kisses down to your
neck and starts to kiss and suck the curve of your neck.  The hole that you
felt was in your chest for is gone and you feel like you are complete
again.

   You are instantly turned on and you can feel his hand on your leg
creeping upward.  You want him so bad, but this is not the place that you
want to do this.

   You stand up and take his hand.  "Follow me, Sir."

   He gets up and follows as you lead him to your room.  The entire way,
you are still in your slippers and gown.  Casey peeks from her room and you
sneak a smile at her.

   Once you get him to your room, you close the door solidly behind him. 
He wraps his arms around you again and starts kissing you.  You unbutton
his shirt and have it off of him in moments.

   He moves you over to the bed and lays down with you.  He kisses you and
kisses the nape of your neck.  He has one arm around you.

   You run your hand down his toned chest.  You lay flat on your back for
him.  You know he likes it when you're submissive and you want nothing more
than to turn him on so he'll give into what you believe is in his heart.

   He kisses you again but this time you feel his hand go between your
legs. You spread a little for him.  He quickly works a finger inside you're
already wet lips and then up in you.  He starts massaging the spot that
drives you crazy.

   "You told me that you would do this when I came to you and asked for it.
This is me asking," you say and come up and kiss his lips again.

   He gets up off the bed.  He dims the lights and removes the rest of his
clothing, his beautiful eyes locked on you.

   You love the look of him.  You lay there on bed just enjoying the show.
You very rarely see him undressed, but it never gets old.  You stare at his
hard dick standing up for you when it comes into view.  He crawls on the
bed to you.  You start to remove the gown but he stops you by running his
hand down your breast and stomach.

   "No, leave it on," he says as he moves between your legs.  He presses
down on you and you feel his dick press into you.

   You have wanted and imagined this moment for so long.  He kisses you
again as he moves the head up and down the top of you pussy lips.  He moves
his dick down to your pussy and it goes immediately inside.  You feel it in
you as inhale deeply.  He feels wonderful inside you.

   He pushes in slowly and you feel the full length of him going inch by
inch.  Your pussy grasps his member.  He moves in and out of you slowly,
each time pushing deeper.  His dick feels thicker than you thought and you
feel your pussy adjusting and enjoying every bit of it.  With each push in
your pussy grasps it and tightens hungrily.

   You feel his warm body on top of you as at last his dick is fully inside
you.  You can feel his balls on the outside of your pussy lips pressing
into you.  He kisses you as his hips press firmly into you.  You use your
pussy to massage his dick inside of you.  You have never tried to be the
thorough with a guy but this isn't just any guy.  You want him to enjoy
every second of this.

   He kisses down your neck as he starts to pump his dick in and out of you
with long even strokes.  He slides it to the point that it is almost out of
you and then all the way back in and pressed up against you.  You run your
hand down his chest and reach the other one to his ass to pull him more
into you each time.  You raise your hips to meet him with each stroke.

   He puts a hand at your hip and holds you tight.  You can feel the
grazing of his teeth as he sucks your neck.  He feels so wonderful inside
you that you don't want him to stop.  He starts to speed up his strokes and
that brings you to a climax but he doesn't slow for you.

   You moan as you orgasm and he keeps pumping in and out of you like a
piston.  He is getting more forceful now with his strokes and faster.  He
gets to the point that you can hear the slap of him against your skin when
he pushed in.  You feel like you can't get enough of it and you want more.

   He continues to pump at a steady pace as another orgasm hits you, but
you want more than just to enjoy it.  You want to give the same to him. 
"My turn," you say softly and playfully.  You look up and see just a slight
bead of sweat on his face as he looks at you with a smile.

   You roll him off of you onto the bed.  When his penis leaves you, you
immediately feel a need to put it back in.  You lay him down on his back
and straddle him.  It takes only a moment to position his hard dick back in
you.  You sink down on it and feel the warmth of him back where it belongs.


   With his hands free now, he reaches up and caresses your breasts outside
of the fabric of the silk gown.  You want more so you take the gown off in
one move and toss it aside.  You start to move back and forth on his dick.
Each time you slide backward, it presses firmly into you.  You can feel it
hard inside you and see that it is driving him crazy.

   He sits up for a moment and takes your nipple into his mouth.  He sucks
on it and it feels good, but the angle has pulled his dick out of you
slightly.  You lay him back down and move your hips back and forth.  He
moans in pleasure as he runs his hands up and down your body.  Each time
his hands get to your tits, they hold you gently and his fingers press the
nipples between them.

   "Please more," he begs you.  "You don't know how long I've wanted to be
with you," he says.

   These words arouse you to the point you can't help yourself.  You lay
down on him press your chest on his toned muscles.  You kiss him and you
press yourself as hard and as fast as you can on his wanting penis.  You
pull him into you with all your might and can feel him clutching onto you.
You pull him into you tightly and use your pussy to squeeze him tight until
you finally feel what you've been wanting.  You feel his penis start to
move inside of you on its own and the warm cum erupt inside you.  He makes
you orgasm again and cry out in ecstasy.  You hear him moans with you as
you continue to pump his dick in and out of you wanting this moment to last
as long as it can.

   You get a little dizzy and collapse on top of him.  You can't remember
sex being this good or ever wanting a man this much.  He doesn't disappoint
and he is everything you wanted him to be.  You lie on top of him and he
wraps his arms around you tightly.  You straighten out your legs, but
manage to keep him inside of you as you lay down.  He kisses you on the top
of the head as you lay on his chest.  You can feel his strong heart is
beating for you as his dick slowly deflates inside of you.

   He doesn't make any motion to move or move you.  He just stays there
breathing quietly under you.  You hold him thinking that you don't want
this moment to end.  And lucky for you, he doesn't seem to want to end it,
either.

   His hand comes up and takes yours.  You stay with your ear pressed
against his chest and listen to his heart as it slows.

   "I love you," he says to you simply.  "Please know that no matter what I
do or what goes on around here.  I love you."

   You think about it for a few moments.  You knew it down deep in your
heart, but to hear him say it is incredible.  "And I am yours.  You may own
Casey, but I am and will always be truly yours.  No matter what I have to
do and what man I have to be with, I am doing it for you and you alone."

   You can feel the warmth off of him as he holds you tight.

   There is nothing more said.  You lie on him continent and happy for the
first time in a long time.  You fall asleep there listening to the loving
beat of his heart and know that it's beating for you.  Part 26

   The next four days are a dream.  David greets you with a kiss in the
mornings at breakfast.  He works in his office part of the day and part of
the day he spends with you and Casey.  The evenings after dinner have been
cuddle time on the sofa.  At first Casey resisted that her spot had been
taken over, but after she watched David around you for a while, she
understood that he is happy with you.  That seems to be enough to make her
happy.

   At night, David is a passionate lover.  Every night, you invite him back
to your room and it turns into wonderful sex.  He is always concerned about
you during sex.  He wants you to enjoy it and you most definitely do.  He
makes you orgasm so easily and is never satisfied with just once.  He does
use the gentleness that you greatly wanted with you.  Even though he's
handled you rough before, now he always touches you carefully and softly.
His kisses are amazing and the sex drives you crazy every night.  You know
others must hear it regardless of the thick walls of this place.  He makes
no demands of you.  He asks your permission before assuming that there is
going to be sex each night.  You like that he is being considerate and
believe he really is cares how you feel.  He is sweet and talks to you
during sex.  Afterward he always stays for a while and talks afterward. 
You ask him to stay several nights and he explains that he keeps a basic
apartment outside of the building so he must return to it at the very least
to check on it and water his plants.  This makes you feel better, but it is
no substitute for being able to sleep and feel his warmth as you dream.

   You try to avoid questions about the future.  You try to avoid thinking
about it.  The lingering idea that you could be bought from the company and
lose the man of your dreams haunts you.

   One night after sex the two of you lie in bed naked still holding on to
one another.

   You have been careful to avoid asking about certain aspects of life but
tonight you can't help yourself.  "Would you buy me?" you ask him as you
run you hand through his chest hair.

   "What do you mean?" he asks interested.

   "You say that other women who were here have been bought," you say.  "Am
I a woman that you would want?"

   He leans over and kisses your lips.  "How can you ask that?  You know I
would.  I love you and want to be with you."

   The words `I love you' coming from him still warms your heart.  Not to
mention his warm liquid love that is still inside of you at this moment. 
You insisted that he cum inside of you since the first night.  The thought
of having his baby is something that you have wanted; even though you know
that the company will transplant it soon.  It will still be yours and his.
"Is there a way you could buy me so that I could be all yours?"

   "That is a little more complicated," he says sadly.

   "I understand if it's the money," you say looking up at the ceiling. 
You know that he spends almost all his time here and you have no idea what
he makes, but females are known to be expensive.

   "It's partly that, but I would go into debt for the rest of my life to
stay with you.  You are worth it," he says as he turns your head to look
back at him.  You see his eyes in dim light and know that he's telling the
truth.

   "Then what is it?  Why wouldn't you want me?" you ask.  You didn't want
to have this direct of a conversation about it, but it just came out.

   "It's actually a legal matter and not about what I want," he says taking
your hand in his.  "One of the laws governing women is that a single
individual can only own one at a time.  There was a huge problem before the
law where rich men were buying and trying to horde the females for
themselves.  It doesn't apply to children under fourteen.  " He doesn't
finish the rest of the thought.  He doesn't have to for you to understand.

   You lie there with him and think about what how big a sacrifice of
having you would really be.  Now you understand why he hasn't mentioned
trying to buy you from the company.  You hold him tight and know you are
very lucky to have such a caring man in your life.  You just don't know how
long it might last.

   On the fifth day, you have another sex appointment scheduled.  You dress
up and make a big production of seducing him.  David stays for the entire
session and you can see that you're turning him on.  You ask the man to cum
on your chest but the real reason is that you only want David in you if you
can help it.  The man agrees and lets you finish him that way.  He seems
very satisfied when he gets dressed to leave.

   David stays quiet through the entire ordeal.  When the man leaves the
apartment, you go to David and suddenly feel embarrassed.  You have your
robe on, but nothing underneath.  You hair is messed up from being on the
bed.  Your pussy feels worn from the strange cock that's been in it and you
can feel the cum that has dried on your breasts even after wiping it up.

   "What's wrong?" he asks seeing your discomfort.

   You look down and head to the bathroom.  You turn on the shower to let
the water warm up.  "It feels different being with another man now," you
admit.

   "It's okay." He comes up behind you and holds you.  "I'm sorry that I
make it uncomfortable for you."

   "No," you turn and hold him.  "It's not you." You smile at him and
wonder how he could think it's his fault.  "I just want to be the woman for
you.  It's not fair that you have to share me."

   "I know you can't help that and I love you all the same," he says. 
"I'll figure something out.  We'll get to be together." He lets the idea
stay there knowing that it gives you hope.

   You kiss him and then get in the shower.  You can feel his eyes watch
you as you drop the robe and pull the clear curtain.  If you didn't need to
get clean, you would invite him to join you.

   After the appointments, you always wash entirely to get every feeling of
the man off you.  Now, with David being this way, you want to feel like you
are only his.

   That night, David waits for you with Casey in the main room.  When you
are done and dry, you dress in a nice night gown and come into the main
room.  She is over on the sofa with him, but gets up when you come over to
them.  She moves to the close chair that you usually occupy and lets you
have the spot beside David.

   "I can't believe you two are like this," she says after you get
comfortable with him.  You recline on the sofa and lay on him.  "It's very
sweet and I'm glad you both are happy." She says it, but has a little
sadness in her voice.

   "Don't worry," David says.  "Someday, there will be a man for you, too.
He'll come into your life and you won't want anyone else."

   "It's true," you add.  "There is one out there for you, too."

   She smiles, but you can see that she is still lonely and seeing the two
of you doesn't help.  There isn't much you can really say to help her. 
It's unlikely in this situation that she is going to find a nice man, but
as long as David can help it, she won't have to put up with bad ones,
either.

   Everyone starts watching the movie again and you can't help but still
feel for her.

   Part 27

   After a few more days, it feels only natural that David is around as
much as he is.  He greets you with a kiss in the mornings and most of the
time, he stays through the nights.

   Today you and Casey are scheduled for time at the pool and you are
looking forward to getting time off the floor.  Since the weather is
turning colder, you are avoiding the roof.  It's too chilly for your taste.
You love the view, but lately, it's not worth it.

   You and Casey start to get your swim suits on and gather some towels
when you see David heading out of the apartment.

   "Aren't you going to join us?" you ask him.

   He looks at you in your black bathing suit and you can see that he still
loves the sight of you.  "I wish I could, but there is work to catch up on.
Sanchez will take you down there.  He will take of you guys.  I'll see you
when you get back."

   You kiss him goodbye and then he leaves.

   Sanchez is the only one to accompany the two of you down to the pool and
the day is kind of quiet.  You swim laps and Casey spends most of the time
diving.  She seems to have a talent for back flips off the diving board. 
Sanchez stays at the side of the pool with mostly a professional look on
his face.  You notice that Casey seems to be paying attention to him and
making sure that he is watching her.  She is going out of her way to pose
for him and show off for him in the water.  For the first time that you
notice that Casey might actually be attracted to him.  This would be a good
thing if David doesn't have any issues with it.  You have to remember to
talk to him about it later.  The two of them might actually be a good
couple if they were allowed to get together.  After about an hour or so,
you get tired of lap swimming and start just enjoying the peace of the
water.  Casey is still diving on the deep end.  She tries to make it look
like she isn't paying attention to him, but you catch her sneaking looks
over to make sure that she is the center of his attention.  Suddenly after
one of Casey's dives, you hear someone clapping over by the entrance to the
pool area.  Casey and you look over to see who it is.  Larry is there
mockingly applauding Casey's dive.  He's in his business suit that just
makes him look creepier.  You don't feel like swimming anymore and see that
Casey has the same thought.  She swims over to the ladder out of the pool
and Sanchez brings her a towel.  He doesn't look pleased either by the
unwelcomed guest.

   "There's no need to go," Larry says staring at you as you exit the pool.
You wrap your towel around you as soon as you can.  You feel weird just by
him looking at you.  "I think we've had enough for the day," you tell
Casey. The three of you head around the pool to the exit.

   "You two don't have to leave on my account.  I was just dropping in to
see how you were doing," Larry says as you look away from him.  You feel
him undressing you with his eyes.

   He steps toward the pool to allow the three of you to pass by him. 
Casey walks ahead of you and you see him reach his hand out and try to grab
her ass as she moves past him.

   "Hey!" you yell, but Casey was even faster than you.  She spins,
knocking his hand way and pushed him at the same time with the other hand.

   She apparently either has good reflexes or had the thought right before
she passes him, but he loses his footing and falls, suit and all, into the
pool.

   You see a grin on her face when he comes to the top of the water fuming.


   "You little shit!  Look what you did!  I'll get you for this, slut!" he
yells at her.  "I'll have you reported before you can blink.  They won't be
able to ignore this infraction!"

   She openly laughs, but keeps moving to the exit.  You can't help but
smile yourself.  He deserved what he got and shouldn't have tried to grab
her.  You are almost proud of her.  You kind of wish you would have thought
of the move first.  Sanchez walks with you both to the elevator, but keeps
his emotions hidden until you are all three inside the elevator.  Then you
see him smile and shake his head at the two of you as you both crack up
again laughing.

   "Can he really do anything?" you ask him.  "Can he report us or anything
come back on David?"

   "I don't think he'll report it," he tells you.  "If he reports it, then
he will have to explain why he was there in the first place when he's not
allowed around you.  He'll probably have to just let it go, but maybe a dip
in the pool is just what he needed." Sanchez smiles again at Casey and she
blushes.

   You look at the two of them for a moment.  Sanchez isn't really that
much older than she is.  It could work.

   "Are you going to tell David?" Casey asks him, suddenly realizing that
David might be angry over the assault on a company member.

   "I don't see why he needs to know," Sanchez says.  "Unless you want to
tell him?" he says looking at the two of you.

   "I'm good," you tell him.

   Casey smiles, "Tell him what?" she says looking up at the ceiling
innocently.

   You both go back to the apartment and get showers to get the chlorine
out of your hair.

   That night, when David comes to bed, you have passionate sex.  You can
tell that he missed spending the day with you.  He very giving during sex
and you have multiple orgasms before he's done.

   You ask David what he thinks of Sanchez.  You find out that Sanchez has
been his friend for years.  He seems to trust him and like him very much.

   You mention that Casey might have a crush on him and watch for his
reaction.  He thinks about for a while and then seems to be okay with it.
"That wouldn't be the worst thing in the world.  I was thinking about who I
could try to set her up with because I know that she's lonely.  Maybe in
the future, I could have him spend more time with her.  I'll talk to him
about it and see what he thinks about it.  I honestly have no idea what he
thinks about her."

   You smile to yourself.  You were worried that David's protective streak
was going to come out.  That would be a big problem since she does seem to
like Sanchez.  If David had a problem with it, they may not be able to see
each other again.  This could work, though.

   You wrap your arm around David and feel the warmth beside you as you
drift off to sleep.

   Part 28

   A few days later, you are sitting in the living room watching the news
and Casey comes out of her room in her bathing suit.

   "Aren't you coming?" she says looking at you.

   "Where?" you say picking up your tablet checking your schedule.  You
don't remember having a pool trip scheduled for today.  "I didn't think we
had anything for today."

   "Yeah, there was a pool trip scheduled for today," she says getting her
tablet from the desk inside her room.  She brings it over to you and you
see that there is a pool trip clearly marked on hers for today.

   You think about it for a moment.  The other day was fun, until Larry
decided to drop in.  You really don't feel like getting ready this late in
the afternoon, though.  "I think I'll pass this time," you tell her as the
door chimes.  "Come in."

   The door opens and you see a man dressed in a suit like all the other
security people here.  You don't recognize him offhand, but you don't know
most of them.  "I'm here to take someone to the pool," he says.

   You look at the time on Casey's tablet and see that he's right on time.

   "I'll be right there," Casey says as she goes back to her room.  She
comes back with flip flops and a towel.  She says bye as she goes out the
door with the man.

   You think it's weird that she's scheduled without you or David, but she
is sixteen and David is off somewhere probably doing his work like normal.
You relax on the sofa and turn up the news again.  It is mostly normal
stuff and the weather.  You aren't really getting too much out it.  Mostly,
you're just waiting on David to get done with his work.  Lately, after he
is done with his office work, he stays with you and watches a movie or
something before the both of you are ready for the bedroom stuff.

   After about an hour it is getting dark out.  David comes in the
apartment.  You can tell he had a long day, but he smiles so sweet when he
sees you.  You get up and meet him halfway across the floor with a kiss. 
He wraps his strong arms around you and holds you close.

   "And how has your day been?" he asks and kisses you again.

   "Better now that you're here," you tell him.  It always feels better
when he is with you now.  "I was starting to get lonely."

   "Well, I have the rest of the evening to spend with you so you don't
have to be lonely anymore," he says.  "So what did you two do this
afternoon?"

   "I imagine she's diving again," you tell him.  "She really is starting
to love that pool."

   David gives you a puzzled look.  "What?"

   You go back to the sofa and pick up Casey's tablet from where she left
it.  You tap the button for her schedule and hand it to him.  "You had her
set to go to the pool this evening."

   "No I didn't," he says looking at her tablet.  He punches a few buttons
and goes through a few menus on the tablet.  "I didn't schedule anything
for this evening.  I was planning on watching a movie with the two of you."


   A look of contempt flashes in his eyes and he goes red with anger. 
"Larry," he growls.

   You look at the screen and it says that the appointment on the schedule
was created by Larry Jones.

   "I don't know how, but Larry hacked the schedule and added it," he says
as he hands it back to you and walks quickly to the door.

   You set the tablet down on the table as you rush after him.  "What does
this mean?"

   "Sanchez!  With me!" he orders as he heads to the elevator.

   You almost jog to catch up with him.  Different ideas start entering
your mind about what is happening, but one thing you are sure of: Casey
isn't safe if Larry is involved.

   Sanchez runs down the hall and meets the two of you as the elevator door
opens.  David enters and with Sanchez.  You follow, whether you are
supposed to or not.  If something is wrong, you don't want to be left on
the floor to wonder about it.

   David pushed the button for the pool level.  "Did you have Casey on the
schedule for the pool this evening?" David asks him.

   "No, they don't have another off floor event for until the day after
tomorrow," Sanchez replies suddenly concerned.  "What happened?"

   "Being my head of security, I would expect you to know more than me,"
David says clearly upset.  "Larry hacked the schedule and got Casey off the
floor."

   You see Sanchez swell.  David looks at you.  "What time did she leave?"

   "A little over an hour ago," you think quickly.  "About six"

   "Shift change," Sanchez responds.  "Our guys were switching out so they
would have missed it on the monitor and the roving guard would be in the
office for the shift report." He says trying to figure out how something
like this could happen.

   The elevator emits a ping as the doors open.  The two of them lead the
way out with you behind them.  They quickly survey of the empty pool and
head back to the elevator.  You follow them even though you know that it is
usually you who are escorted.

   Where is Casey if she's not at the pool?

   David presses the button for the thirteenth floor and swipes his key
card in the reader.

   A wave of dread hits you.  If Larry was serious about getting back at
her for pushing him in the pool, the thirteenth floor would be the place
for it.  A lump forms in your throat as the doors close and the elevator
begins moving upward.

   You see a glance pass between Sanchez and David.  You slightly wonder if
David is angry with Sanchez for this happening, but it seems that worry for
Casey's well being is much more on both of their minds before assigning
blame.

   "If I find her on this floor, Larry is going to pay," David vows.

   "What room would he take her to?  Opening them all is going to take
time," Sanchez offers.

   "We'll start with room nine.  That's the one he used the most," David
suggests.  "If not there, we go room to room.  I want to make sure she
isn't on this floor before we start searching anywhere else."

   "Should I call the rest of the team?" Sanchez offers reached for the
radio on his belt.

   "No," David orders.  "If she's on this floor, I don't want any
witnesses."

   His tone and the mention of witnesses scare you.  What is going through
David's mind?  You follow them out of the elevator, but stay behind them
and quiet.  The go midway down the hall and David uses his card key to open
one of the doors on the left designated room nine.

   He marches immediately in with Sanchez and you behind him.  The sight
and room horrify you.

   The room is painted in Dark red.  The walls aren't lit well, but the
center of the room is brightly lit.  The first thing you see is one of the
black cabinets that hold the torture devices open with Larry turned around
facing the door in surprise.  You have to glance around Sanchez as he
rushes to the side of the room.  You see Casey strapped down, bent forward
over a table.  Her eyes are red with tears and her mouth has a ball gag in
it.  You rush to her.  Her bikini bottoms are down around her ankles and
her bottom is bright red from abuse.

   David runs across the room and tackles Larry.  You watch for a moment as
David slams Larry up against the wall and brings an iron fist across his
jaw.

   You turn you your attention back to Casey as Sanchez frantically works
at releasing the straps holding her down.  Her eyes plead to you.  Her hair
and face are a mess from crying and there are tear stains on the table. 
You see welts on her back and bottom from marks that look like they come
from a belt.  You can also see her outer vaginal lips are swollen from
abuse.  You release the latch and take the gag out of her mouth.  Sanchez
has already got one of her arms free and is working on the other.

   You look over.  Larry is on the floor and David is mounted on top of him
unloading with left and right punches.  You can hear him grunting with
effort as he continues to pummel Larry.  The jerk deserves much worse in
your opinion.

   You meet Sanchez down at the last strap on her leg and she straightens
up and hugs you.  You are careful with her and can feel the swelling
already on her back as you hug her.  She sobs into your shoulder.

   Sanchez rushes to David and stops him from continuing to hit the now
unconscious Larry who is bleeding from the nose and a cut above his eye.

   "David, stop.  You're going to kill him," Sanchez says grabbing David's
arm.

   You don't really condone killing another person, but in this case you
don't know that you would have stopped David if it had been you.

   David gets up and looks at the pitiful excuse for a man lying on the
floor.  He moves toward you.  Casey pulls up her bottoms and runs to him.
He holds her tight.  You can see the blood on his knuckles as you get
close.

   "I am so sorry.  I won't let anything like this happen to you again," he
pulls back and looks her in the eye.  "I promise."

   She gains control over herself and nods to him.

   He releases her and walks over to the cabinet and gets handcuffs.  He
then kneels beside Larry and rolls him on his side.  He handcuffs his hands
and feet behind him and leaves him on his stomach like a roped calf in a
rodeo.

   "Let's go," David tells you as Sanchez pulls off his outer jacket and
puts it around Casey.

   You and Sanchez walk with Casey between you.  She seems still in shock
and doesn't say anything.  You try to give her a supportive look, but she
looks on the verge of breaking back into tears.  She holds your hand tight
and you know that she is still in a state of panic.  David turns off the
lights to the room and locks the door behind you.  David leads the way to
the elevator which is still on the floor and opens when he presses the
button.

   On the elevator, you see that David is lost in thought.  Before the
elevator arrives on the apartment floor, David locks eyes with Sanchez. 
"It's time for Omega."

   "Yes sir," he says gravely.

   "Ten minutes, and then give the call," David orders.

   "Understood," Sanchez replies.  He looks at the two of you and then
moves down the hall when the doors open.

   "I need the two of you to go back to your room and get dressed.  Dress
warmly.  It's time to leave," he tells you both.

   Casey still looks scared, but understands.

   "What are you going to do?" you ask concerned.

   "It's time for you to make a decision," he says as the three of you walk
to the apartment.  He glances around to make sure that no one else is
around to listen.  "I am taking Casey away from here and I want you to come
with us."

   "But you said that you couldn't have both of us," you say as you enter
the apartment.

   "Casey, go.  You have ten minutes and then I'll be back," he orders and
she doesn't hesitate after hearing the urgency in his tone.

   "They will come after us," you say knowing that what he is saying is
very illegal.  "Where will we go?"

   "Sanchez and I have been working on a plan for some time.  We have a
place in Canada set up.  They won't be able to track us there and there are
not many people where we're going.  We already have an escape route in
place.  In ten minutes, he's going to call an escape alarm that will send
all the guards in the building to designated places.  We have it set up
that we can get out of the building and to the vehicles.  I have to go to
my office.  It's time to choose," he tells you and stops.

   "Choose?" you ask not understanding.

   "Your life is finally yours again.  Do you want to stay here where they
will take care of you for the rest of your life, or do you want to come
with me?" he says caringly.

   You just assume he would take you with him no matter what so you are
confused for a moment.  Then it hits you.  He isn't making the decision for
you anymore.  He wants you to choose him.  He's giving your freedom back.

   "I will stay with you, David.  Forever," you promise him.

   He kisses you deeply and hugs you tight.

   "Go get a warm coat and makes sure Casey is dressed comfortably and
warm. It's cold out," he says as he lets you go.  "Ten minutes are all we
have." He rushes out of the apartment and toward his office without
bothering to close the door.

   You get your heaviest coat and then go to Casey.  Her hands are still
shaking, but she is dressed and putting socks on when you get to her room.
You go to her closet and find her white coat that she wears up on the roof.


   In what seems like only a few minutes, you are walking Casey back in the
living room and David comes back in the door.  Casey is still too shaken to
talk, but she holds you close and a tear streaks down her face.

   "Let's go," he says and he leads the two of you down the hall past his
office.

   "Where are we going?" Casey manages to ask just as an alarm blares in
the hall.  You see red lights flashing from various places in the hall. 
It's like a fire alarm, but it's a different tone.

   "We're going to a safe place," David tells her.

   "What's with the alarms?" you ask as he opens the door to a stair well
and you follow him down a flight of concrete steps.

   "I have uploaded a virus that disables the cameras and deletes the
videos for the past twelve hours.  The sirens are an escape alarm for when
women try to break out of here." He continues down the flight stairs at a
dangerous pace.

   "They're onto us!" you yell over the echoing alarm.

   "No," he says as he opens the next door and motions for you and Casey to
enter with him.  "Sanchez triggered the alarm that will send all of the
security in the building to their designated areas.  We have cleared this
way.  It is usually watched by the cameras so no one will see us."

   He leads you to what appears to be a freight elevator.  It's not nice or
as fast as the others, but takes you down floor by floor until you're on
the ground level in the parking garage.

   Just as you step out of the elevator, a van screeches to a halt right in
front of it from the side.  You jump back.  You are afraid that security
has found you until the driver door opens you see Sanchez comes around and
opens the side door for you.

   "Everything's ready.  The toll guard is paid off and well be on the road
in a minute," he reports.

   "Excellent," David tells him.  "Nice work."

   You and Casey get into the van.  The windows are dark tinted and there
is very little chance anyone will be able to see through them, but you
still get down in your seat.

   They close the door.  David moves to the driver seat and Sanchez in the
passenger.  The way out of the garage is surprisingly quick considering the
building is supposed to be on alert.  Apparently David and Sanchez had this
planned well in advance.

   You are on a road and then a highway very quickly.  You watch out the
windows and everything looks normal.  No suspicious cars, police, or anyone
seems to be following you.  After you are on the road for about ten
minutes, you start to relax.

   Casey lays on you and you put your arm around her running your hand
through her long silky hair.  You would do the same thing on nights when
she would come to your room because she had a nightmare.  It seems to calm
her.

   "How long have you been planning this?" you ask.

   "From the moment that I told you that I loved you," he says looking at
you through the rear view mirror.  "I hope you don't mind, but Sanchez is
going to stay with us for a while."

   You smile.  "Thank you for helping us and of course you can stay," you
tell Sanchez as he smiles back at you and Casey.

   The road ahead is dark in the distance as you leave the city, the
company, and your life of confinement behind.

   Epilogue

   There weren't any big news reports about the break out.  The company
spokes person said that there had been a minor computer glitch and that was
what had set off the alarm in the main building.  They claimed to suffer no
damage, but because of the glitch, there was a malfunction that had claimed
the lives of two people.  One male, an employee who had been working on the
electrical system at the time and the death of one female who had slipped
and fell in the pool when the lights when out and the doors locked during
the malfunction.

   David said that to save face, the company couldn't look insecure to the
government to keep their contracts and the public.  He had no doubt the
death was Larry.  He probably was locked in that room for weeks since there
weren't cameras in there and no one goes there unless they are going to use
the rooms.  They had to write off the loss of a female because they
couldn't just miss place one.  That would look very bad indeed.

   So there was no man hunt, investigation, or search for you.  The company
knew exactly what happened, but if they were to go public with it over the
loss of one female, it would be a political disaster that they would rather
write off as a simple loss.

   It's been two years now.  The cabin in Canada was actually a nice two
story house built back in the woods.  It's private and David owns the land
around it was well.  He and Sanchez worked it out so it couldn't be traced
back to either one of them so no one ever came looking for you or him here.
You became pregnant after three months and you now have a one year old son
that looks remarkably like him.  David and Charles are your whole world
now. David works in the local town and brings in enough money to keep you
both taken care of.

   Casey and Sanchez moved out after a year.  They are still pretty close
and come to visit often.  David tries to hide it, but you still think he
gets protective of her.  She's eighteen now and they have decided to get
married.  He never would come out and say it, but David was happy that she
found someone that she cares for and cares for her enough to treat her as
an equal and not like many of the rest of the male population of this age.
They are planning a private wedding for the spring of next year.

   Casey blossomed out here.  She seemed to grow up fast and took well to
the forest life.  She really is happy with him and he is with her.  You
think that was the only reason that they had David's blessing when she
asked to move out with Sanchez.  She wanted his approval and permission
before she would make a big change like that.

   You couldn't be happier.  You have a wonderful husband who loves you
like life itself.  Your baby is healthy.  And you finally have everything
in life that you ever wanted.


   Constructive feedback is welcome at ( m_19yr_old@hotmail.com ).