3 comments/ 7616 views/ 3 favorites Garden Girl By: dazzling_darling (Author's Note: This story takes place at two different times in the characters' lives. Each time shift is clearly marked, but I wanted to warn of the strange structure from the outset. I hope the tale isn't confusing. Well, in any case, enjoy!) ***** -Present- Gwen leaned against the table with a fabrication of patience; her hands folded together, her posture limp, and her expression that of strenuous concern. It was as if nothing had changed in seven years. The humid air of the greenhouse seemed stifling, making the situation feel even more awkward than it already was. She fiddled with her ponytail as she watched her old mentor and former boss meticulously inspect every leaf of every plant like he always used to. There was a lot of pride being swallowed in this instance. Gwen always dreamed of having her own business and sharing her love of horticulture with the world. Though Scott always nurtured her green instincts and taught her more than any other human in her life, he was rather blunt on his opinions on her business sense, always encouraging her to work for him instead. Within a year of opening her organic food growing service, called Garden Girl, she had already made a slew of bad decisions, including paying for a greenhouse lease that was attached to a horrific interest rate. Though Gwen was finally able to find someone to sublet for her, the debt it incurred still remained, thus the need to return to old avenues of the past. Gwen sighed after five minutes of watching Scott essentially grope a series of tomatoes, searching for imperfection. He was a tall and well-built man who always looked unkempt in a totally organized way. His jaw line was sturdy and his hair was full of short blonde curls, framing his green eyes, small nose, and strangely immaculate teeth. He stood at least a foot taller than her, making conversations always seem like a battle with a giant. "Your skills are even better than they were when we worked together. I am quite impressed," Scott admitted honestly. If Scott was one thing, it was honest. "I am so glad you approve," Gwen replied sardonically, arms crossed now. "Still, I don't know why we needed to drive down here. Hell, I fully don't understand why I even had to have an interview. Not that I want special treatment, but you've been bugging me to work for you for years. Why the circus?" Scott formed his typical smirk that was intellectual and earnest with only a dash of smugness. "You know I am a meticulous man. If we are to be working together again, I want to make sure it is based upon your talents instead of any personal feelings. Besides, your hard work will sadly be destroyed or taken from you when you lose this place, so I wanted to see it." Gwen formed her own smirk, though hers was mostly smug. "How sentimental of you," she chirped. "Yes, well... I have very specific tasks in mind for you that should really test your skills," Scott explained. "Despite your internal resistance and feelings of failure, I am sure you will find that I will help you to reach your true potential." Gwen paused. "I don't know whether that was a backhanded compliment or just a straight up insult." Scott's smile grew warmer. "Neither. I forgot you are a tad bit paranoid." Gwen sighed. "Great. The good old 'banter' is back. Maybe you should just punch me in the stomach next time instead." "Oh please garden girl, you know that athletics are not my area of expertise," Scott chuckled. Gwen let loose a casual smile and did a mock salute. "Hey, at least I know a can outrun you if I need to." - - - - - - - - - - ~Past~ As Gwen walked back home after her interview, she remembered that things were both radically different and similar to when she first met Scott Booker seven years ago. She was just nineteen and had a lot to learn about life. Though not an introvert, she felt awkward interacting with others and was quite scared of intimate situations. Her love of botany was in full effect though, so when she finally was able to get into the college she wanted, her first task was to find a lab to work in. The college had a good program for helping students find open positions within their desired majors. Unfortunately, freshmen did not receive anything besides what was considered to be the worse assignments. Gwen dreaded the idea of working a job that could turn into a hellish nightmare. She was relieved when the only initial downside to her fresh employment opportunity seemed to be the five nights a week, five hour work schedule. At that point, she didn't really have anyone that could be truly called a friend, so spending her evenings in a greenhouse did not seem so terrible. Growing up tomboyish, Gwen was just learning about more girlish things like fashion and make-up. She knew that her roommate and her friends often joked about Gwen's fumbling with trying to look... well, competent when it came to that realm. Still, it was her first day on the job, so she wore her nicer cloths as well as way too much make up and perfume. Gwen entered the medium sized greenhouse with an excited feeling in her stomach, ready for her first day. The glass enclosure was full of plants of various shapes, colors, and sizes. Walking into the place for the first time felt like journeying into a foreign land full of exotic mysteries and adventures. In the back of this grand temple of nature was Scott, studying a slide through a microscope. Gwen stood there, inches in front of her new boss, clutching her purse in her hands. He did not look up. A tingle of anxiousness erupted in her shoulders, filtering to the rest of her body. Her mind raced, unable to decide on how she should handle the situation. Did he not hear her come in? Should she bother him? Was she even in the right place? Finally, Gwen was able to choke out... "Um... hello?" Scott looked up immediately, his stare stern. This made Gwen squeeze her purse tighter. "Are you my new assistant?" he asked. Gwen forced a smile and a nod. "Yeah... uh... yes. Yes." Scott returned to his microscope. "You are wearing clothes too nice for a person who will be tending to plants all evening. Plus, you're overwhelming perfume will prove to be quite the distraction." Gwen's face turned pale, suddenly feeling incredibly self-conscious, slinking back. "Uh well... I didn't... well.. um..." Not looking up, Scott interrupted her. "You seem to lack self-confidence or have some kind of speech impediment. From what little I know of you from you submission essay, I assumed you would be far more sure of yourself. Yet, on the other hand, at least you aren't arrogant. Well, I will always be truthful and straight forward with you and I expect you to do the same with me. Tell me exactly what is on your mind right now." Gwen stood there, frozen, practically trembling. She swallowed hard, looking at the ground trying to find words to say and making no such discovery. Scott sighed. "Judging by your profile on paper, I was hoping to get started right away. Alas, perhaps you should just leave now and try to find new position. I hate to be so boorish to attack your shyness, but I need more. I don't need another person here too scatterbrained or scared to say or do anything, I need-" After listening to the man prattle on, Gwen finally found her courage to force out words, though in a sheepish tone. "I thought what you did when I walked in was incredibly rude. Also, most of what you have said so far is inappropriate and a tad bit sexist." Scott then immediately looked up, causing Gwen to back away a bit, mumbling, "in my opinion, anyway." "Don't back down from what you think. You are essentially right in your assertions. As you may have gathered, I am a rather difficult person. Sadly, the best I can do is to acknowledge my difficulties, while your confidence issues will eventually be rectified. I am sure if you can put up with me, I can try to be less... well, rude." Gwen raised an eyebrow as she did not expect such honesty despite the man's promise of it. "So, can I do things now?" Scott showed his smirk for the first time. "Yes, though I swear things may be a bit unfortunate tonight since you are about to learn the ins and outs of manure... " ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ -Present- Gwen pulled a few plates out of the cabinet as Mark, her boyfriend of a little under a year, looked at her skeptically. "Are you sure you want to do this though? The job market isn't great, but I'm sure you could find some other job." Gwen sighed as she spooned some spaghetti on one of the plates. "It's fine. Really. It's a good paying job in which I have lots of knowledge and power. Hell, if I would have accepted the offer as soon as I graduated, I would have saved myself from this whole company fiasco." "I don't know how I feel about you working for your ex-boyfriend," Mark snorted. Gwen sighed louder. "For the last time, he is not my ex! He is just my close friend and my boss. That's all." The skepticism did not fade from Mark's face. "You sure? You do talk about him a lot..." Gwen smirked as she handed him a plate. "Well, if you know that, at least it proves you listen to me sometimes." Mark didn't respond to that, picking up a fork, lazily scooping up some of the gooey noodles. "Look, I just don't want you to regret this. You tried your best with your business." Gwen sighed one final time. "Well, sometimes, trying isn't good enough." - - - - - - - - - - ~Past~ Gwen was surprised how strangely helpful and weirdly kind Scott was in the end, even if he was a bit mechanical and aloof personality wise. He taught her a lot about plant life and the curation of it. It was about two months into working together that he first coined the moniker of garden girl. Seemingly out of the blue, he insisted on using that as a nickname. She found it too on the nose and cloying at first, but the term grew on her and made Scott even more personable. Gwen was also surprised to learn that Scott was not the pariah that rumors described him to be. He had a good repartee with his fellow grad students and most seemed to easily put up with his straightforward personality. While some found it off-putting, others found it quasi-endearing like Gwen did. Particularly, Scott's fellow doctoral candidate Gavin started to show up a lot to talk to Scott, speaking about scientific subjects that flew over Gwen's head. Gavin was almost Gwen's height with short black hair and a cute face, though he was a bit pudgy. Scott, in his upfront way, encouraged Gwen to be open and try to talk to Gavin and the others who frequented the greenhouse. This helped her grow in social confidence. She started to make friends in her classes, where she learned that there were many people as awkward as she was. At Scott's behest, she joined the science club in order to become more comfortable around people. Of course, she still wasn't the queen of sociality. Every time Gavin would go to leave the lab, he always made sure to talk to Gwen. She was improving, but many of her conversations were often examples of extreme social clumsiness. "Hi Gwen," Gavin would say on his way out the door. "Hey," Gwen would reply meekly. "How are you today?" "Good." "Everything working out for you here?" "Yeah." "Class okay?" "Yeah." Then there would be a twenty second pause of silence. "Well, I guess I'll see you next time." To Gavin's credit, he always seemed courteous and kind during the exchange. Afterward, Gwen would go back to whatever task was at hand. One time, Scott, not peering up from his microscope, said, "you know he comes by here so often to see you, right?" Gwen's eyes nearly dropped from her head at that suggestion. "What? Really?" "Yes. I am sure he can tolerate me well enough, but before you started working here, he did not stop by even the fraction he does now. Speaking of which, today is your three month anniversary of being employed here and you have not quit yet. You've officially been here longer than any assistant I have ever had. Congratulations." That statement had a lot of information for Gwen to process. "Wait... so he... and I am... wait, what?" "I would give you a medal if I believed in such nonsense, garden girl. By the way, Gavin is going to ask you out soon. I suggest you accept the invitation. It will help you conquer your social blocks. Besides, an attractive girl of your age should not be indoors all the time and actually should enjoy herself every once in a while." Gwen's skin went an even lighter shade as she swallowed hard. "Wait, he is going to do... what?!" "My, you are extra redundant today," Scott chuckled. There was not much time for Gwen to meditate on the many bombshells before Gavin's head peeked back into the lab. "Hey Gwen, can I talk to you a second?" Gwen anxiously journeyed to him, head pointed to the ground, hands behind her. Within a minute, she found herself in the hall with him, her smile wide and bright. "Well... uh... you see Gwen..." Despite her current state of social anxiety, the idea of going out did sound like fun. It wasn't like she never had a date before, but most of them were awkward at best. "I'll go on a date with you," she randomly blurted out. Gavin was caught by surprise, but responded with an elated grin. "Well, that was easier than I thought it would be," he mused. Suddenly, Gwen was surprised how relaxed she felt in that moment, letting out a natural smile. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ -Present- In truth, Gwen did have mixed emotions about starting her "new" job despite what she let Mark believe. She conveniently left out the part where she was working for Scott directly at his home instead of at his office. While earning his PhD, Scott had gained recognition for the study of genetically modified plants and currently ran a small company that researched hybrid seeds. Scott hired Gwen to care to some of his personal projects, which made Gwen hope that she would be working on plants instead of... other tasks. The acreage of Scott's property proved to be massive with just the drive up the dirt path to his house seemingly taking a century. Gwen was shocked how humble and stately the abode appeared. It was a simple green one story house with a set of four greenhouses behind it. Gwen wore a pair of jeans, tennis shoes, and an old t-shirt and was prepared for a day digging in the dirt. The sun hung low in the summer sky, the heat already beating down on her. As she approached the house, Scott exited it, holding a granola bar and dressed in a suit. "Well now, you actually came. A small part of me doubted you would." Gwen playfully snatched the bar out of his hand, taking a nibble. "Well, I may be squirrely, but at least I don't bail without warning." Scott displayed his smirk, guiding her past the house and to a medium sized plot about fifty feet away from the house. "I must say, your moniker will be quite literal now." As the two grew closer to the plot of loose soil, Gwen noticed an assortment of standard tools; everything a person would need to make a standard garden, from seeds to a hoe to a hose to fencing. Gwen couldn't help but raise an eyebrow with her hands on her hips. "Wait a minute. All you want me to do is set up a garden for you?" "Yes, well... that is the first phase, at least. It is all part of an experiment I am conducting." Gwen looked at Scott suspiciously, surveying. She then noticed that at each corner of the garden stood a wooden post. Each post had a camera on top of it. She peered at her boss with her nose wrinkled, her brow burrowed. "And why will there be cameras watching my every move? You better not be treating this like a game. I am not a student anymore." Scott smirked yet again. "I respect you more than any other human that I know. I would not treat you like a child. As I said, this is an experiment. I need to gauge certain things before I put you on bigger projects. We have done this for... how long now? On and off for over six years? Don't you trust me?" "Seven years," she corrected. "And I find anyone who is so insistent on being trusted usually is not trustworthy. From the second I have known you, you have been straight forward. Why now have you suddenly become obtuse? Old age?" The smirk did not fade. "I am actually being rather direct. Just vague. You were always the one who needed to state the obvious out loud. There is more to this and I will be using you to your full potential, but you are my assistant, so you still need to obey my instructions. And you will be setting up a garden today." Gwen sighed. Back to the same old, she thought. "Well, okay. I'll erect the best damn garden ever." "Excellent. I will see you when I get home." The two shook hands rather formally... and strangely. Scott entered his rather fancy car and drove off, leaving Gwen with an empty plot... and four cameras that constantly spied on her. With an eye roll, Gwen began, picking up the hoe and starting to make rows, strategically placing and marking areas as she went along, planting seeds accordingly. It may have just seemed like a simple garden, but Gwen was more than curious about the true purpose, especially consider their... history. She worked through the heat of the day, only stopping once midday in order to eat a sandwich she brought. The work stunned Gwen by being fulfilling and satisfactory. The simple act of tilling the ground, planting seeds, and dumping dirt reminded her of why she loved botany to begin with. After a number of hours, she forgot about the cameras and even started to hum to herself, relishing the experience. By five o'clock, nearly three quarters of the plot was meticulously plowed and planted. While taking a drink from a bottle of water, Gwen surveyed her work, quite proud of what she accomplished. She didn't even see Scott approach behind her, which caused him to startle her when he spoke. "Ah, so you didn't forget anything I taught you." Gwen chuckled, taking another drink. "It is my nickname after all. Please don't tell me there is some weird fetish site focused around videos of women gardening and that is what this is all about. I'd rather not end up on the internet." Scott patted her on the back. "You know that pornography perplexes me," he mused, half-jokingly, but only half. Gwen sighed playfully. "Something has to perplex you, I guess." The smirk appeared on Scott's face again. "Well, why not go home to that boyfriend of yours and get some rest? You have another long day tomorrow." Gwen did one of her standard mock salutes. "Aye-aye." - - - - - - - - - - ~Past~ As if by destiny, Gwen and Gavin became a couple. He had patience for her quirks and as Scott predicted, the experience had a profound and positive effect on her. The most shocking twist was the fact that Gavin wasn't much more socially acclimated than Gwen was. He just could hide his shyness better. With each date, Gwen felt herself open up more. She became more casual with her friends and felt more comfortable around new people. Her new social life did not keep Gwen away from the lab. With each day, the work with the plants felt more and more rewarding. She kept learning new things from her boss, who turned out to be actually borderline brilliant and not just egotistical. He still spent time with her when needed, always making a moment to teach her new techniques and information. In fact, despite his initially off-putting demeanor, she really liked spending time with him. As the weeks wore on, she realized that she preferred spending time with Scott more so than with Gavin. Gavin was sweet, but there was something about Scott's directness and intelligence that Gwen found appealing. There was no pretense to him. Most of the time, Gwen felt Gavin to be very fake, lying about his emotions. She noticed a change in Gavin when they both became intimate. After that point, things quickly grew stale. She enjoyed their experiences, and was happy to be done with virginity, but felt like something was lacking, like a sexual relationship could be much more. Garden Girl It took Gwen another two months to realize that she had a crush on her boss. Her friends all loved Gavin and thought Scott was a total jerk, but she realized she preferred "the jerk." It was February when the revelation occurred, throwing off Gwen's interactions with both Scott and Gavin. Gavin, in his usual way, danced around the issue, noticing Gwen's off behavior, but never really addressing it. He chose to ignore the growing rift in their relationship. It was the coldest day of the year when Scott realized that something was not normal. After Scott asked Gwen to assist him with slide preparation five times without a response, he broached the subject. "Help me here please... hey..." Scott called out, not receiving an answer. He walked to her as she was busy watering the same plant for the seventh time. She jumped back startled as the tall man stood next to her. "Where is your head?" he chided. "What is happening with you?" Gwen looked down at the ground, pulling on her dark brown hair, which was now of a medium length. "Nothing. Every... everything... everything is fine." Scott looked at her sternly, gently grabbing her chin and pointing it up to face him. "Listen, garden girl, I wish not to play guessing games. We have a promise to be straight with each other. Please tell me what is on your mind." Gwen tried to look away, her gaze resistant as she starred into his eyes. "Nothing, really. Just... just.. a lack of sleep?" "Is that a question or the cause? Either way, that response will not do. You have impressed me with your work ethic and general growth as a person. I hope that you have not regressed." Gwen was shocked. He used the word "impress." In her young mind, this was progress. She didn't even realize how wide her smile was in that moment. Then Scott let go of her chin and simply said, "oh, I understand." As he walked away, Gwen turned to him in confusion. "You understand what?" "You have a sexual interest in me." Gwen gasped harshly, the color draining from her face. "I do... I do not..." Midway through her backtracking, she suddenly became angry. Really? He figured out that she had a thing for him and had chosen to completely rebuke her in the rudest way possible? The chattering from her mouth ceased, replaced with a stern look of anger. This actually seemed to make Scott feel ill at ease. "So, you think... well, now that you know, that I have thing for you and you don't care?" Scott crossed his arms, obviously trying to calm a sudden case of anxiousness. "I do indeed care. I think you exceed expectations as an assistant, are quite nice to talk to you, and are generally a pleasant person. But this... thing... you reference is foolhardy and unwise." Gwen walked to him slowly and deliberately, her face a portrait of sternness. She was displaying more confidence than she ever had before. "And why, may I ask, is it so wrong? Does emotion scare you? Is there actually something that actually frightens you?" Scott folded his arms tighter. "Well, there is the obvious fact that you work for me. Not to mention you are young." "Like four years younger than you," Gwen scoffed. "I'm a fully grown adult woman. I'm not young." Scott frowned. "Which brings me to the main reason. We both seek very different things. You are a standard person, as you should be, looking for the traditional sort of boyfriend to spend your time with." Gwen's forehead wrinkled as she folded her own arms. "And what the hell are you looking for?" "I'm into things different than that and generally unspecific. You see, the whole 'boyfriend' and 'girlfriend' thing does not make sense to me. I do not think of it as an entirely bad construct, but it is something I cannot relate to. To me, traditional sexual relationships are both superfluous and melodramatic at the same time." Gwen's eyes narrowed in obvious contempt. "Oh, Mr. evolved sensibilities, please tell me then what is so superior with your mighty robo-logic!" Scott sighed. "As I said, I seek something, as with all things, much more direct. Much more in the moment. Much more based on actual human instinct and passion instead of some construct of the mind." Gwen leaned against the counter, her expression now neutral. "Oh, I get it. The master of science is putting it soooooo eloquently, but what he means is he just likes to fuck. No strings attached. No emotions." She sighed as she walked to the door. "Despite your supposedly 'evolved' mindset, you are such a stereotypical man!" With that, she left the lab, slamming the door behind her. For the first time since meeting Gwen, Scott was flustered by her. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ -Present- The next day, Gwen starred at the plot in absolute astonishment and disbelief. It was gone. All of it was gone. Every seed she planted and every row she lovingly produced. The plot was back to being the plain slab of soil it was when she first arrived the day prior. "What... how... huh?" she stuttered stupidly, hands on her head. Scott stood next to her, patting her on the back. "No need to fret so much. You just need to do it again," he instructed. She glared at the man sternly. "I have to do it AGAIN? What happened to what I ALREADY DID?" Scott smirked. "Calm down, garden girl. This is part of the experiment. I want you to complete the entire garden today, all right? Remember, you are being watched." Gwen looked up at the cameras, hands on her hips, head tilted to the side. "This makes my brain hurt... what... why... I thought you said you were being straight with me?" Scott's smirk grew. "Yes, direct in what I want done. I want there to be a finished garden by the time I get back. You better get started, garden girl. You have a lot to do." Gwen scowled at him as he walked off, climbing into his car. She wiped some sweat from her brow, realizing that this day was hotter than the last. She stared at the plain patch of dirt. It was like the plot had never been touched. With a heavy heart, she picked up the hoe, slamming it into the dirt. First, she tilled the rows. THEN, she had to lay down the nutrients again. THEN, she had to plant the seeds again. THEN, she had to mark each area... again. The day turned hotter and hotter, the humidity causing her shirt and sports bra to cling to her breasts, certainly a sight for the cameras. As the day rolled on, Gwen proved not to be as efficient as she was the day prior. The redundancy of the activity was difficult to overcome. Each slam of the hoe and seed in the ground seemed like a rerun of something better. She even skipped lunch, her stomach crying out for food by the end of the day as her muscles felt sore and stressed. When Scott arrived, the garden was only half done. Gwen was breathing heavy, hands on her knees as Scott placed a hand on her back. "This is a bit lackluster, garden girl." Gwen stood up with a defiant glare. "Well, MAYBE if my work didn't mysteriously disappear, it would all be done." Scott remained calm, smirking. "This is your task. It is one you have done many times." Gwen then folded her arms. "It feels like you're making fun of me. Is this because you were right about my business skills? How I am destined to always be your assistant and not run something on my own?" Scott seemed genuinely hurt by the allegation. "I swear that is not the truth. I hoped you would succeed in your entrepreneurial endeavor. It is why I invested whole heartedly in your business. I did not make that fact known to you because I did not want to make it seem like I did not have faith in you." Gwen's eyebrows perked up. "You gave money to Garden Girl?" Scott nodded his head. "I would not lie about such a thing. Also, I will point out you are free to quit at any time. I will even try to help you find a job at another company." Gwen looked at him for a good thirty seconds, deep in thought. "Yeah, well, you do usually have a grand purpose in the end. I mean, it must have not been easy destroying my hard work and making it look like the land was untouched." The weirdness of the whole situation made her twitch a bit. "It's only day two, but I can quit when I want? And you'll help me find a different job?" "I promise. I would not lie to you." Gwen sighed. "Okay. Fine. You can keep all of your dumb intrigue and not tell me your plan, but answer this one question please. Is this all going to be here tomorrow?" Scott did not answer audibly, but his smirk told her what she wanted to know. "Dammit," she groaned. - - - - - - - - - - ~Past~ Gwen spent a serious amount of time thinking about quitting. As the weeks drug on, the sting of the confrontation faded. The instance was never directly addressed by either Scott or Gwen, though their general amount of daily interaction decreased significantly. Gwen would go into the greenhouse, do her work, and then go home. There would be a basic back and forth between the two, but only what was in service of work. In addition, things between Gwen and Gavin remained static. If anything, the banality of the relationship became an oasis to Gwen from the mechanically bizarre nature of her boss. She started to become more and more bold, the shy shackles shedding away as she gathered more friends. She also became more comfortable in her sex life, learning to be more adventurous with positions and activities in the bedroom activities. Despite his willingness to fuck in new ways, Gavin remained a dreadful bore. Conversations with him were all the same. Nothing about Gavin as a person particularly excited Gwen, but he was safe, and that feeling of safeness kept her from breaking it off. The coldness between Scott and Gwen started to thaw in mid-May as he needed more help with his dissertation proposal. School was done for a few weeks and Gwen needed the money, so a few extra hours of work a week proved to be helpful when it came to paying the bills. The two started to laugh again. Past tensions began to feel silly. One late Thursday evening, Gwen was in the computer lab, proofreading a paper for Scott's portfolio. She finished earlier than expected, hoping that with the task done that she would be able to meet her friends at the movies. Upon arriving at Scott's office, she entered without knocking... which proved to be a mistake. There was a woman there, someone Gwen vaguely recognized as another grad student. She was bent over the desk, skirt hiked up, and hands clinging to the wood. Scott was behind her, his cock wedged deeply into her, pounding with great force. With her eyes shut and mind on... other things, she failed to see Gwen, but Scott certainly did. Gwen's skin turned pale as she hurried out immediately, dropping the papers on the floor. Shell-shocked, she went straight home, musing over what she saw. She ignored a call from Gavin and seriously thought about whether she wanted to go to work the next day or not. Scott certainly didn't expect her and was a bit startled upon walking into work and seeing Gwen watering a plant. Her long hair was tied back into a ponytail and she wore her normal baggy and junky work clothes. For once, he did not know whether the direct approach was the correct one, trying to walk past Gwen without a word. She chirped as he sauntered past, not looking up from her work, "aw, is the bluntest man in the world finally speechless?" He threw his hands in the air and sighed. "What is there to say? You know what you saw. I was having sexual intercourse with a woman in my office." Gwen poured more water on the plant she was tending to. "See, to me, it looked less like sex and more like you were fucking the hell out of her." Scott leaned against a counter. "So, you seem to have all the answers now. What are going to do about this? Report me?" Gwen finally looked up with a mischievous smile. "Whatever do you mean?" Scott clenched his teeth in frustration. "Don't be so coy. What are you thinking? If you want to be direct, be direct." She put down the watering can and crossed her arms. "I am just shocked that you got that far, honestly. That girl was cute and taking it pretty hard. Bravo." Scott frowned. "That was far from direct." Gwen flashed an innocent expression. "Oh, it was? I didn't notice." Scott stepped right in front of her, his posture firm. He stared down at her... their height different extremely apparent as he stood so close. She did not waver, staring up. "If you must know," Scott explained, "Amber is just another woman here. Like you. And unlike you, she isn't very clever." Gwen wrinkled her nose. "Oh? So you only fuck dumb girls?" Scott clenched his fists. "No... it's... I don't need to justify anything to you. I was honest before. I am being honest now." Gwen unfolded her arms, standing in a defiant posture. "Yeah, I call bullshit on that one. Can my delicate young little mind not handle your big expansive thoughts on fucking? Am I just a fragile little bird who needs to be coddled?" Scott slammed his hands on a counter. "It's not... you're acting like a child." "And YOU'RE acting like a boy who doesn't know what puberty is! You hem and haw, acting like you are so open and superior, yet, you are just like Gavin or any other guy I know. Your big anti-girlfriend thing is so pathetic, an excuse to hide behind!" "It is not, you whelp! It's more realistic than any of your sexual inklings." Gwen laughed loudly and mockingly. "Oh really? You have subverted me so much, but tell me... what do you truly want from me? Not what you think I need or any other shit. What do YOU truly want from me?" Scott stammered, looking into Gwen's fury filled eyes. He swallowed hard, letting out a cough, kicking his feet. "Well..." Gwen mirrored his smirk. "Oh, is the king of directness a bit tongue tied?" "For god's sakes, okay! Fuck! There are few things I want more in this world than for you to get on your knees and to suck my cock!" Gwen's eyes widened at the sudden admission. Her head tilted forward, eyes still pointed up at Scott. A pure silence persisted between the two of them for a good ten seconds. Then, without breaking eye contact, Gwen fell to her knees. She tilted her head back, looking up at him with a glimmering gaze as if to say 'your move.' Without another word, Scott approached Gwen. He reached back and pulled on the ponytail, releasing her long hair from confinement. Gwen trembled a bit. What she committed herself to suddenly dawned on her. He ran one hand through her hair and used the other hand to pull at the button on his pants. The garment slide down his legs and his boxers soon followed. There, right in front of Gwen's eyes, was his semi-hard penis. It was of a nice side with a good girth, the swollen purplish head of it throbbing slightly. She stared at it for a good while, contemplating her own next move. With her green pupils pointed up, she arched her back, leaning in to slide the cockhead between her lips. She used her tongue to swirl it cheek to cheek, gently coating it in her saliva. She planted a hand on the base of the shaft and then sunk her head in deeper. She steadied the penis as she pushed forward, a few inches sliding into her gullet with a glide of her tongue. She then pulled backed up on it, only to then give a hard grind forward mere seconds later. "Little garden girl seems to like to have a cock in her mouth," Scott chirped. Gwen's response was a hard grind with her lips, tilting her head to the right and starting to move her hand on the shaft. She twirled her neck and licked the underside of the shaft as she journeyed deeper. "And you seem to have good instincts." Gwen reached up and grabbed his ass with her other hand. She started to bob at a rigid pace, not quite getting a good rhythm down. Her nostrils flared as the cock slide back and forth in her mouth. It pushed hard against her gag reflex once, causing her to gag and shake upon the dick. Scott gripped the back of her head. He forced her head against him three more times, each subsequent gag becoming louder. Obviously, he liked the sound. He let go after that, giving her control again. After some trial and error, Gwen figured out how to synchronize the motions of her hand and her mouth. Scott tilted his head back, smirking. "You're a quick learner. There is something else down there that wants you attention too, garden girl." Removing her other hand from his ass, Gwen reached down and started to massage the balls. Scott gripped the counter tightly, looking down with the smirk. "A little easier... maybe give them your mouth for a bit." Gwen pulled out with a pop, swooping down to the balls and sucking the right one into her mouth. She kept her hand on the cock, rubbing it in long strokes as she sucked on the sac, her head moving back and forth. "Oh god, that's it." The motions of her hand on the shaft quickened as each ball received attention. After a minute, Scott pulled her head from the balls. "How did those taste, pet?" he asked. "Musky and delightful," Gwen chirped as she sucked her bottom lip, an obvious deviousness in her eyes. Scott patted her on the head with a chuckle. "Well, I was indeed not handling you the right way. For that, I apologize. Now, you are going to use that cute head of yours to suck on this cock until your mouth is filled with my cum. Understood, garden girl?" Gwen nodded, spreading her lips open. Scott took that as an invitation, sliding the cock into her gullet. He started to shove it back and forth, pushing her, slamming the cockhead against her gag reflex. Gwen's eyes widened further, the gags from her mouth rough each time. Her spittle became thicker, some drool leaking out down her chin. Soon after starting his face fucking, Scott released her head. "Now show me what you can do." Gwen then leaned forward, really pushing the cock against her mouth, but perhaps too far... trying to show off too much. She sputtered and shook on the cock, leaning to the side. Scott propped her up, running a hand through her hair. "There, there. No need to be fancy this time, garden girl. Just suck on the cock the best you can." Gwen then nodded, cock shaking in her mouth. The trembling woman gripped it again with her left hand. She started to move in smooth motions, learning the timing for her hand and mouth. She picked up the pace, body jutting forward as she focused on pleasing a three inch segment of the shaft. She tilted her head, the cock becoming wet and slimy, loud sloshing sounds filling the room. "Good girl... fuck, good girl!" Scott declared, placing a hand on the back of Gwen's head as she moved with ease. She then followed the quick assault with a few slow suckles on the entire length of the dick. Suddenly, Gwen felt the flesh pulsate against her tongue. "Ready yourself," Scott warned, pulling her head back so the cockhead rested at her lips. The penis shook to life, spurting a large amount of sperm right onto her tongue. Gwen felt the heavy chunky sperm start to fill up her mouth, treating her tongue as if it was a bowel for cum. Scott was careful to focus on filling her mouth, only a few strands spilling and bubbling from the corner of Gwen's lips, sliding down her cheeks. He came for a decent amount of time, with a thicker cum than Gwen had ever experienced. When he was done, Scott removed the cock from her lips, a single piece of spit connecting the cock to her open mouth. Inside of her gullet was a lake made of his sperm. In truth, Gwen sucked Gavin's cock more than a few times. Though he always came rather quickly, she frightened herself with how much she relished the experience. Now, with her boss's cum filling her whole mouth, she felt surprisingly... jovial. When Gavin and she finished the activity, there was always a cup ready for her to spit into. Staring up into Scott's eyes, she shut her mouth and tilted her head back, swallowing every bit of the sperm, the first she had ever swallowed. It felt... weird, more watery than expected and ticklish down her throat. Yet, she liked it. Garden Girl Scott looked down at her, breathing heavy while pulling up his pants. "Now, that was quite a delightful surprise, garden girl. You have a lot to learn, but without a doubt, you're a natural cocksucker. Don't worry, I will teach you additional techniques." Gwen sucked on her bottom lip, licking up some rogue cum, speaking in an innocent tone. "That would be very nice of you." Scott smirked and grabbed her by the waist, pulling her off the floor and siting her on a counter. "Well, I plan to return the favor." He unbuckled her pants and pulled them down, followed by her panties. For some reason, Gwen was embarrassed to have him see her unkempt vagina. Yet, he just smiled, wordlessly getting on his own knees... and pressing his thumb right on her clit. "Oh my fucking LORD!" Gwen declared at the sudden shot of sensation. He leaned in, keeping a thumb on the clit, rubbing it around in circles. His tongue darted out, licking a circle around Gwen's labia, causing her to shudder and grip the edge of the counter. He pushed her legs apart further as she leaned back, feeling the tongue penetrate her. He kept a persistent movement between the thumb on the clit and the tongue moving around her, darting in and out of her constantly. She had never been eaten before and the effect was dizzying. Her gaze fluttered and her mouth parted, body shaking. "Oh god... fuck... I'm gonna do it all ready!" Gwen cried, breath heaving in and out of her lungs as she gritted her teeth. Within seconds, a squirt flew from her and hit a plant in the distance. Then she let loose, a torrent running out of her and down her legs, coating her thighs in shininess as her knees buckled in. The feeling was insanely wonderful and unlike anything she had felt to this point in her life. She gripped the table tightly, eyes shut and face scrunch as Scott massaged her through the orgasm. "Very good garden girl..." he chirped, "very good. Cum for me." After that, Gwen collapsed back on the counter, breathing heavily. Her eyes were full of contentment as Scott dropped her pants and a towel on her. "Okay, clean up now, garden girl. We have actual work to do." ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ -Present- Though Gwen had fair warning on what the state of her "project" would be the next day, seeing the empty plot still made her twitch in absolute annoyance. All the work from the previous day was once again decimated, replaced with the original bland brown plot. Gwen literally had to bite her tongue. "Well... this... again." Scott crossed his arms and nodded, keeping his expression plain. "Yes, again. I would like you to finish the whole thing today. The core goal at hand is to plant the whole garden." Gwen crooked her head up towards him, the sun shining directly into her eyes, causing her to squint. "Yes, because that makes total sense. If the 'magical' forces of nature didn't wreck it every night, I would be done by now." She paused and sighed. "I may have just figured out an important element of the experiment. Making a proficient and lovely garden doesn't matter, right?" Scott formed his smirk, not looking Gwen in the eyes. "Well, I thought I was going to have to spell it out for you in big bold letters. I think you should be able to finish the whole thing today. If you do not though, unfortunately, I think things will have to change tomorrow... as a bit of punishment." Gwen calmed down, loosening her fists. "How foreboding," she replied simply. Scott's smirk just grew as he walked away. "Just finish the whole garden, damn the quality," he called out before climbing into his car. Gwen watched him drive off through narrow eyes. She looked at the drab ground and couldn't help to feel a tingling sensation of nagging repetition, like Prometheus pushing the boulder every day. Deep down, Gwen knew she should just power on through and throw something together since merely finishing was stressed a few times over. Yet... well, there was a defiant spirit that lived inside of her. In fact, Scott was essentially the one who introduced her to thinking outside of the box. The whole exercise reeked of ridiculousness with vague goals and an invisible lesson to be learned. Now, there were ominous threats of punishment. In fact, she was oddly more curious in what the punishment was than the reward. So, with no real sense of fire in her heart, Gwen tended to the garden... again. This time, the care from the previous two days was absent. Each slam of the hoe lacked any real energy. The rows were far from even. The seeds were just dropped instead of buried. No markings were constructed. In addition Gwen moved at a glacial pace. A garden snail could have probably done a faster job. The sun's reign of heat scorched her as well, inspiring more time just sitting on the dirt with a bottle of water than actual work. As the day wore on, the work jut slowed more and more. During the last two hours, four seeds were planted, none of them actually making it beneath the dirt. This time, Gwen saw as Scott drove up the dirt road. He approached with a distinctive frown. She was leaning against the wheelbarrow, looking towards the clouds, thinking that one sort of resembled a pony that was on fire. Scott stood above her, blocking the sun and casting her in shadow. "Well, that looks quite disappointing," Scott observed. Indeed, less than a fourth of the field was planted. "What can I say? I just must be a lousy worker," Gwen quipped in her casual position. Scott looked down sternly. "Or you are just as impish as you've always been. I can see you the entire day, of course. The sight of you working... well, I am a man who does not understand artistic things well, but the sight of it is like poetry." Gwen stood up. "Well, isn't that sweet," she replied sardonically. "God, am I just eye candy to you now? You know I am more than that. You know you can do a lot more with my body than use it to make some shitty garden you keep destroying. You should just pay a whore to play your games and stop wasting my time." Scott loosened his posture, sighing. "Perhaps, I am being cautious. It has been years since we... worked together. Maybe I am just trying to get us on the same page." "And by work, I think you mean fucked." Gwen furrowed her brow, walking off in a huff. "Well, maybe you should of just asked me where we stood." Scott did not say anything in retort. In turn, Gwen did not turn around, instead just getting into her car and driving back home. - - - - - - - - - - ~Past~ It was late June and Gwen had begun her summer classes. Despite that, she still worked her shifts in the lab. Due to Scott's proposal preparation, he was not in the place constantly. Of course, when he was, things were quite different than they used to be. First, she was able to work days instead of evenings, due to a light course load. This made things far less stressful and much sunnier. Second, the dress code was much looser. Gwen took to wearing more comfortable clothes, considering the greenhouse's humidity. She enjoyed wearing her sundresses to work and even a nice big hat to shield her from the sun peeking through the glass. Her hair was much shorter now, styled into a pixie like hairdo. Scott asked her to do it that way, suggesting that it would nicely frame her face when she was sucking his cock. Yeah, that was another change. Gwen never thought that such mischievous activities could be as enjoyable as they were. She still was dating Gavin and he seemed content enough with the relationship. After all, Gwen was becoming friskier as well as much more adept in the bedroom, as if she were taking lessons, which she essentially was. Scott never took her in a straight forward fashion. Mostly, Gwen just sucked on his penis as he gave her guidance, pointers, and suggestions. It didn't bother her since the man was not selfish. More often than not, he would eat her after she sucked him, or at the very least finger her. Gwen had no idea how someone so off-putting and different learned to please a woman with his tongue or fingers so well, but she was not going to complain. The day was hotter than most, making Gwen happy that she was wearing her favorite sundress which was pink with flowers imprinted on it. She had a large floppy hat on her head as she tended to a group of tomato plants, humming softly to herself as she sprinkled water upon their leaves. When the door opened, she was surprised to see Scott enter the room. His proposal was scheduled for that afternoon, so she did not expect to see him that day. On most proposal focused days, he was a ghost, trusting her to do what was needed. Now, he was not only here, but seemed to be... happy. Very happy, in fact, a huge smile filled his face. The man never smiled that jovially, the expression leaving Gwen unsure on how to feel. "I guess the proposal went well?" Gwen asked, the sunbeams highlighting her body as Scott seemed unable to stand still. "That would be an understatement. I expected good, but, they loved my project more than I imagined. Even the professors who hate me applauded. They plan to give me more money for my research than any other candidate before me. We can expand the perimeters of the project tenfold! It is even more than I had hoped for." Gwen was beyond delighted for the man, putting down her watering can and giving him a big hug. "That is fantastic! I guess you can afford more than little old me now." Scott's smile morphed into his smirk. "Or I can just pay you enough that you work here constantly." Gwen giggled, hands on her hips. "Or we could just clone me. Picture what more than one of me could do!" "Believe me, I wish that were possible. I could just imagine what I could do with a whole team of you." The man stood still, looming above her, his warm smile returning. She smiled back, hands on her hips as they shared eye contact. After a few seconds, he reached down and took off her hat, Gwen's eyes fluttering as the sun bathed her face. He then cupped her chin, caressing it with care, rolling his fingertips upon the flesh. Finally, he swooped down, kissing her deeply, right on the lips. Gwen's eyes widened at first. She suddenly realized that despite the fact that though she had his manhood down her gullet on many occasions, the two never actually shared a kiss. Instead of worrying about that, she shut her eyes and put her hands on his head, kissing back passionately. Their tongues became intertwined like vines as he pressed her back against the counter. His hands roamed up her side, at times lifting her skirt. He then ventured to her ass, pulling at the fabric that clung to it. Within seconds, her panties were down to her knees. In an instant, he pulled back while she was mid-kiss. Gwen found herself frustratingly licking at the air, the force upon her mouth gone. Scott returned to staring at her again, running a hand through her short hair. Gwen felt as if she was being inspected, her breath quickening. "My sweet little garden girl, reach down and unbuckle my pants while not breaking eye contact." Gwen nodded as she did not break the line of sight, her hands working clumsily as the she heard the pants drop to the floor. He loosened the tie he was wearing, then reaching down, rubbing her shoulders. In a flash, he moved his hands to her waist, lifting her up and plopping her on the table. As his hands came down, they removed the panties. "Are you ready, my dear slut?" Gwen's head tilted; skin tingling in anticipation due to multiple words in that sentence. With a lustful look, she simply nodded. In less than a second, he grabbed her again by the hips and slammed his penis against her vagina. Her exhilarated labia graciously parted for the cockhead as the rest of her body shuddered from sensation. Her nerves danced as the cock disappeared inside of her inch by inch, their gaze never breaking as she sucked on her bottom lip. His pace slowed as more and more entered, the heftiness of the nice sized cock pushing at her muscles. Gasps and moans escaped her lips as the cock wedged in, Scott's balls leaning against the edge of the table as Gwen realized the cock was fully sheathed inside of her. The two shared eye contact as Scott solemnly held his stance for nearly a minute. This was the closest that they had ever been both metaphorically and physically. Gwen grabbed his shoulders, the strained look on her face displaying adequately the various processes now occurring in her body. He took a moment to take the sight of her in and really feel her body in the moment, recording the event for all time in his brain. Then, with an ease, he pulled back. He then slammed forward immediately, the entire cock filling Gwen up again in a fraction of the time. Gwen's body bucked forward as she grunted, her body hitting against Scott. This time, there was no long pause. He pulled back and plowed forward in no time causing Gwen to jerk back and knock over the watering can. Scott grabbed Gwen's ankles and lifted them up. "Straddle," he said, simply. He used the instance to loosen some buttons on his shirt, his own brow full of sweat. Gwen stared at his glistening chest as she hooked her ankles around each other, squeezing. "Good garden girl." He then slammed forward again, her groans very audible and high pitched. Scott did not pull all the way out, instead keeping most of his cock in. He started to jab her with precise movements, rolling her hips as he pushed her back against the wall. "Take it, garden girl slut." Gwen shut her eyes as her groans become very frequent, each sound coated in joy. Within a few minutes, she figured out how to straddle him properly, matching the rhythm of her movements with his. She gripped the edge of the table, sweat now forming on her. The jagged movements became more fluid as the two worked together. One of Scott's hands found its way to her breasts, groping them through the dress. The other rested against her clit, massaging it as he prodded his cock inside of her. Scott paused again, grabbing Gwen and wrapping her in his arms. "I am really going to take you now, garden girl. Prepare yourself." Gwen gasped in response, feeling the jabs hit her a little faster. Then, they hit a little harder. Then, a LOT harder. Her breath became jagged, her noises boisterous as Scott's hips started to piston. She lost control of her own movements, dropping her legs and then gripping Scott's back. Scott grabbed her in turn, really pounding deep her in an intense barrage. "Oh, fucking FUCK, fuck, fuuuuuuuuuuuck, FUCK!" Gwen screamed, embarrassed by the banality of her sounds when they echoed across the greenhouse. Her head was on his shoulder as Scott found her g-spot. Now, he was focusing on that, causing her eyes to pop open as she really groaned. "Yes, yes, YES! Do it! Take me! Fucking TAKE... ME!" Scott was not done yet it seemed, but Gwen could not hold back. The orgasm came upon her quicker than any in memory, her body quaking quickly. She let out a series of victorious moans as she felt her juices spill out over the counter and against the penis, the pleasure filling every inch of her form. That seemed to be enough to motivate Scott. "You have been taking birth control, right?" Gwen was in a daze, coming down as she nodded. And with that, she felt the first of a long torrent shoot inside of her. The warmness splashed upon her inner labia with a second and third spurt to follow. Each spurt became less thunderous as Scott stood there, shuddering and shaking, letting loose inside of her. He slumped back after the last shot, the pair of them breathing heavily in unison. Gwen looked down, feeling the warm cum roll down her legs. There was a puddle of the wet goo there, leaking out of her onto a shiny glaze of her own biological output. Gwen swallowed as she regained her breath. Scott's smirk returned to him as he reached down and patted her on the head, almost as if she was a puppy. "Good, garden girl. Good slut. You don't mind being called a slut, do you?" Gwen rubbed a hand on his face as she slowly came back down to earth. "I think that word is pretty apt at this point." Scott's smirk grew wider as he grabbed her hat, placing it back on her head. He then picked up her panties, dangling them in front of her. "Then you don't mind if I hold onto these as a keepsake then?" Gwen mirrored his smirk. "I would be honored." Scott laughed at that. He grabbed her waist and pulled her off the counter. The cluster of sperm slid upon her hips, some of it rolling onto her ass and more of it down her legs. "You still have a lot of work to get done today, garden girl." She reached up and kissed him on the cheek. Then, she leaned over straight in front of him, her ass right at him as she picked up the watering can, some cum oozing from her. He couldn't help but to give her a quick spank. Gwen smiled as she stood up. "Well, you know I love to work," she cooed as she walked to the sink, sighing joyfully as some cum rolled down her right leg. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ -Present- Gwen sat in her car for a few minutes processing the situation. The night prior gave her a chance to calm down and reflect on the situation. She decided to trust Scott. The sun stalked her from overhead and she wondered what the day had in store. She mused on what punishment would be bestowed and if all of this would ever make any sense. Exiting the car, she trudged into the backyard, noticing that Scott with already surveying the plot of land, a box next to him. The fact that the land was once again back to basics irritated Gwen less than it had. There was some greater purpose and the idea that said purpose was truly sinister was highly unlikely. Gwen stood beside Scott, looking over the brown dirt. "Round four, I guess?" He smirked down at her. "Well, someone is far less grumpy today. That's good, because you need to make up for yesterday's work. Open the box." Gwen stared at the man incredulously. She leaned down and pried open the top of the box. The sunlight penetrated the opened box revealing what seemed to be green shoes. As she pulled them out, she realized yes... they were a pair of four inch heels. "You want me to garden in heels?" Scott stared down at her with a glare of curiosity, wondering what her reaction would be. "I want you to garden in nothing BUT heels. Cloths in the box, garden girl." Gwen stood there for a good minute, staring at the heels. This made things far more obvious. She had a boyfriend now and had a business... and the commitment she mad to Scott was years ago. Of course, she also was shocked to realize that midway through her deep musings on what to do, she had already taken off her shirt and put it in the box. With a sigh, she reached for her sports bra and put that in the box as well. Her breasts flopped out, her small pink nipples illuminated in the morning light. Her brain shut off as she kicked off her tattered work shoes, unbuttoning her pants and kicking them into the box. Finally, she rolled the panties down her legs while she was bent over, finishing off her task. Scott smirked down at her, rubbing her shoulders gently. She now stood right in front of the plot, in the center of the yard, in absolutely nothing. Her breath was ragged as the sunlight washed over her bare form, shining upon her skin. "I am glad you still trim down there like I taught you. Now put on your uniform." She nodded with hand obedient expression on her face. She sat next to the wheelbarrow, the moist grass tickling her ass. She slid the heels on her feet, having Scott help to stand her up. She stood in nothing but the heels as he handed her the hoe. "Now, I will be watching you work as I have been the last few days. Please, just get the whole field done. Not perfect. Quantity over quality." Gwen's brain still raced too fast to concoct words. She nodded solemnly. Scott leaned down and kissed her head, taking the box of cloths with him as he left in his car. Gwen turned to the once again empty field. With the hoe, she walked onto the bumpy soil, balancing on her heels. The unsteady ground made movement far from easy, causing Gwen to almost trip within her first few steps. After a few minutes, she adapted to walking on the dirt in the heels. With the first hard swing of the hoe, she slipped and fell into the dirt. Obviously, this was literally going to be a down and dirty exercise.