7 comments/ 20680 views/ 4 favorites Doing What You Wouldn’t Normally Do By: FinalStand (When going into the Dragon's Lair, first make sure the Dragon is not at home) (Friday morning) Alice Delacroix walked into her office, cut off the light, and stopped. There was a strange man in her office, sitting in one of client chairs. His back was to her. "Hello," he said without turning around. "I would like to talk to you. You are in trouble and I'm here to help." "I don't know what you're talking about," she stammered. "Someone has contacted an attorney, who contacted me. I've been studying your case for a week. Doesn't he come by soon ... for his morning session?" "How ... did you know? No one was supposed to know," she groaned. She'd gone to depraved lengths to keep her secret. Alice sat down heavily at her desk. The non-descript man stared at her impassively. "If you are referring to Mike Durbin, he is hardly discrete. Most people on this floor suspect something, though they can't fathom why. When he comes in, act like we are transacting some business. The point is to stay calm." "I don't know you. I don't know how you came to be here," she almost sobbed. "What do I do now?" "I'm Taylor, I am here because someone is paying me to be here, and now we wait," Taylor told her. "For what?" "I want to see the two of you interact," he responded. "It is important to me." She didn't ask why. Mike Durbin knocked on the door twice rapidly then opened it up and took a step in. Alice Delacroix tensed and looked up at him. Mike's gaze glanced to the man sitting opposite her. The man didn't turn around; staying with his back to Mike. "Alice, we still on for lunch?" he taunted her. "Yes," Alice nodded. "I'm in the middle of something. Is there anything else?" "No, I'll catch you later. I'll be looking forward to lunch," he said before departing. The door shut and for a few seconds neither person in the room spoke. "That was him." Taylor said it as a statement, not a question. "Yes. Can you help me?" she asked. "What does he have on you?" Taylor inquired. "I ... I shouldn't say." "You are very bright, but are from a poverty-stricken background -- foster care to be precise. You've been climbing up the ladder since you interned here in college. You've since earned your MBA while steadily advancing here. The downside is you racked up a pile of debt that, with your current salary, you couldn't have paid off, but you somehow have. Tell me how I'm doing." "Okay," she gulped. "No close friends, no romantic interests, no support network of any kind -- you have little avenues of vulnerability, but no allies either, so I'm guessing you embezzled money. Nod if I'm right." Alice hesitated then nodded. "Don't be too freaked out. This kind of thing is what my boss does -- studies vulnerabilities and assesses problems." "What do you do?" Alice inquired. "I solve problems, if they can and should be solved," Taylor answered. "You owe your company a great deal of money. Can you pay it back?" "In a few weeks I can." "Do it by start of business Monday," Taylor instructed. "I can't." "You are smart. Find a way, because it is very important," Taylor emphasized. "Okay. Does this mean you will help me? Paying back the company won't stop him from blackmailing me. He has copies of the original transactions." "Of course he does. He's not stupid, just control-obsessed, boorish, and inordinately proud," Taylor explained. "If he wasn't, he would have asked for more money. Instead he asked for sex and a promotion. As for helping you; that depends on you. Will you do what I tell you to do when I tell you to do it?" "Do I have a choice?" she asked dejectedly. "Of course you do. You can keep things as they are, until he does also ask for all your money and other things that will be even more valuable to you, like your soul. If you are going to work with me, you had better stand up and take responsibility for yourself. Beating this guy is going to require courage." "You are a strange man," she muttered. "I get that a lot. Now, are you in?" "Yes. What do you want me to do?" she said with some determination. "Become sexually aggressive yet let him overpower you," Taylor instructed, "and accepts that I'm going to tape your session today. Make sure you have him admit he is taking you by force. Challenge his authority, and he'll press you hard. He'll need to prove himself your master." "He might hurt me," Alice worried. "He won't do it because he risks what he's earned, but he'll find petty ways to make you suffer, so be ready. Lastly, make a point of telling him you will be busy all weekend. He'll demand you see him somewhere in one of the offices. Do it; give in but make it sound convincing." "How do I do that?" she sighed. "Pretend you hate him," Taylor said straight-faced. "That turns him on." "That I can do. What will you be doing?" Alice asked. "Breaking a Cardinal Rule; I'll be using blackmailing," Taylor confessed. "Why are you doing that?" she wondered. "That's why I had to see him with you; study his reflection in your window." "Oh." She didn't know what else to say. "This guy is never going to let you go," Taylor told her. "I have to strike at his weakness; in this case pride and the only avenue to do that is blackmail." "What do we do if this doesn't work," she worried. "I put him in the hospital, but that is a short term solution. This guy you have to beat mentally to win," Taylor told her. He could tell that didn't reassure her. Taylor stood up and extended his hand. "I'm good at my job," he stated. "Now I need to go get the equipment and set up the camera in here. When I leave, you need to stay away for thirty minutes. I'll be gone when you come back." She shook his hand. "Why can't I stay here?" "If you know where the camera is, you will look at it. If you do, he might notice and then things get really bad," Taylor explained. Alice merely nodded. Taylor left and she called for an update meeting with her staff in the far conference room. Mike had to be there, of course. Coming back into her office afterwards, she couldn't help herself from looking around. Nothing looked disturbed which oddly made her feel hopeful for the first time in weeks. (Friday afternoon) It was at the close of school that teacher Lisa Durbin discovered that a large envelope had been left for her at the School Office. The delivery man had been pretty average the secretary said, but he wasn't from a courier service they recognized. Lisa opened the envelope and a DVD fell into her hand, along with a note. The note read, 'You will find this of great personal importance. If you wish to discuss this, call the number at the bottom. If I don't hear from you by 6:00 pm, I will forward this on to other concerned parties.' There was no signature. Lisa was pretty sure that someone was pranking her, so she didn't think about it again until she got home and she had to reach into her purse to get her phone. It was Mike telling her that some emergency had come up at work and his ball-busting boss was forcing him to come in to work on Saturday. Their weekend plans had gone up in smoke. Lisa groaned. She'd really wanted to go to the lake on Mike's new boat. Lisa poured herself some wine, picked up the DVD, shrugged and put it in the player in the Living Room. The first thing to hit her was that the angle of the picture was strange and that the tape quality wasn't top rate. It appeared to be a video of Mike's boss sitting at her desk, working at her computer. There was a knock on the door and Mike came in. Lisa heard something like the click of a lock. Mike walked toward his boss. "Get out," the woman said. "I'm tired of you hurting me." Lisa's eyes grew wide and she had to put the glass of wine down before she dropped it. "I haven't even begun to hurt you Baby," Mike leered. The woman came around the desk and tried to push past him. She tried to escape. Mike caught her around the waist and shoved her against her desk, facing him. "Get out," his boss ordered. Mike laughed. Instead of leaving, he pawed at one of her breasts. She tried to slap him, but he caught her hand. Mike pressed his body down onto her. "Bitch, just for that, I'm going to take you up your ass!" he growled. Lisa gasped. Mike was pushing up his boss' skirt while she tried to push him off. When he got her skirt high enough, he ripped her off panties and stuffed them in his coat pocket. The woman stifled a scream and started crying. Mike laughed at her. He was unzipping his pants and rolling her over when the words from the note came crashing back down on her. 'If I don't hear from you by 6:00 pm, I will forward this on to other concerned parties.' If Mike's boss's boss saw this, he would lose his job. If the school board saw this, she would lose her job as well. They had been racking up expenses over the past month. Lisa assumed Mike had gotten a bonus at work. Now ... he was raping his immediate superior on video. Mike had the woman bent over her desk, slamming into the woman's ass, spanking her with one hand while yanking her hair back with the other. The woman was clearly in pain and was pleading with him to stop. Mike was laughing. Lisa saw her entire life crashing down around her. She got up and ran to her purse. She fished out the note and stared at it, face contorted by fear. 'What was she going to do?' she thought. 'What did this person want?' She really didn't see her having much of a choice. She could wait for Mike to come home, but then what? Could she confront him about raping his boss? He might do something like that to her. How could she trust him anymore? She called the number. "Hello?" Lisa started. "Do you wish to find a way out of your current situation?" responded a man's voice. "Yes, please. We can pay." "We can discuss all your options tomorrow. Come to the Carlton Inn, room 112 at 10 o'clock in the morning. Find an excuse to leave home." "That won't be a problem," Lisa said bitterly. On the other end of the line Taylor was pretty bitter too, but Alice had to keep Mike occupied while this played out. "Come alone. If we can resolve this, your husband will never need to know," he lied her. "Why are you doing this to me ... I mean us?" "You are a good person; a teacher. If it wasn't for you, this matter would have ended badly this afternoon. I feel like giving you a chance," the voice assured her. "Thank you. I'll be there," she said. She suddenly was finding it easier to breath. She had hope. "Good bye," and the voice was gone. When Mike got home he was happy. He even complimented Lisa on dinner. He also seemed distracted. When she went to bed, she invited him to join her, but he said he had to get some work done. She stopped by his chair and offered to hang his coat up. Mike grunted. As she went to put it up, she found her hands shaking. She reached into the pocket and found the ripped panties. Lisa went to bed no longer curious as to why their sex life had been steadily declining recently. She had attributed it to work stress. When he finally did come to bed, she was laying on her side, pretending to be asleep. In her mind she kept hearing that woman crying while Mike called her terrible names. (Saturday morning) Lisa knocked on the door softly. She imagined no one coming to the door and her getting back into her car. She was building up the hope when the door opened and a handsome man stood before her. She was surprised that he was so good looking. She had expected some kind of dirty, sleazy, short, fat bastard. Instead she was looking at a male model. "Come in," the man asked, basking her in a warm smile and perfect white teeth. Lisa blushed. She came in and walked to the middle of the room and looked around. It was surprisingly clean and neat for a place on the wrong side of the tracks. She felt a chill go up her spine as she heard the door quietly closed. "Can I get you some wine?" the man offered. "I have a good red, white, and chardonnay." Taylor knew she liked a specific brand of red, but felt it was easier to put it into a collection and have her pick it than give off a stalker vibe by simply giving her the one she wanted. Oscar liked that detail. He needed this woman to lower her defenses. "Red will be fine," Lisa said. She was becoming more and more confused. Deep down, she knew what might be expected of her. She told herself that this person would want something else, but when she saw him she secretly hope he did want her body. She hated herself for that impulse, but that didn't stop her from watching his back as he went to his bag and pull out a bottle of red. It was her favorite. "It's my favorite," he told her. "I hope you don't mind." "No, no, that is just fine." She was suddenly suspicious. "Wait, I think I would rather have the Chardonnay." The man shrugged, turned and pulled out a bottle of Chardonnay. "Will this do?" he said, offering her a look at the bottle. "I'll still drink the red. It makes my tongue tickle." Lisa stifled a gasp. She felt the same way, but how could he know? "I've changed my mind again. I will have the red after all." Again the man shrugged his well-muscled back and shoulders as he put the bottle of Chardonnay back. She liked the way his slacks pulled taunt over his strong, muscled posterior too. He walked past her and pulled two wine glasses off the low dresser and filled up each glass halfway. He handed her the first glass then took up the second. "To Lisa for having the courage to come here," he toasted. Lisa drank. She was becoming more and more confused. She was looking for the trap. "What is your name?" she asked. "Oscar," he replied with a sly smile. Lisa couldn't help but notice he was taking her body in. It was both unsettling and exciting. She took a drink of wine. They passed a minute in silence. "You want to know why you are here. Let's say that I became aware of Mike and his boss's indiscretion. When I learned what was really going on, my first impulse was to destroy Mike, but then I found out that Mike had a wife. Before sending him to the police, I wanted to get to know you. I learned that you were a good person. I had to balance Alice's welfare against your survival. Now I don't know what to do. Since you are an uninvolved third party, I decided to give you a choice. Can you convince me that I shouldn't punish Mike? I wouldn't want to bring you down too, of course but I can't leave him an alternate form of income. I'm sorry you about to be crushed under the weight of his actions." "Please don't," Lisa begged. "I haven't done anything wrong. It was all Mike." "Would you divorce him and leave him forever?" Oscar inquired. Lisa hesitated. She had loved Mike once. He had made her feel special. Since their marriage, things had cooled off. Mike liked a challenge and she was no longer it. He'd conquered her and what had she been left with? She'd been left with a sex tape of him raping his boss and a mountain of debt, and now it had led her to a clandestine meeting with a very handsome man alone. "I don't know? Would that really solve anything?" she asked. "What if I could also convince his boss to pay you for any expenses you may incur? You know she wants to get out of this situation as much as you do. You two have a common cause: both have you were fucked over by Mike. In a way you have both been betrayed." "My job would be safe?" she hoped. "I could go on with my life?" "You are a very sweet, beautiful person Lisa," Oscar told her. He reached out and gently stroked her cheek. Lisa froze up and for an instant Oscar was afraid he'd gone too fast. Lisa took a deep breath and smiled at him. She then took a deep drink of her wine. "Can I fill you up?" he offered. "Yes you can," she blurted out. She blushed when she realized the direction the conversation had taken. Oscar didn't seem to notice. He got the bottle and poured her more wine, just a little more this time. "There you go. You didn't answer my question. I know it is a lot to ask, but I need an answer in the next two hours." "What happens in two hours?" Lisa questions. "Things move beyond my control. I learned last night that he was going to see Ms. Delacroix today. If he hurts her, I may not be able to cover this up anymore. Mike would destroy himself and drag you down to," Oscar said sadly. He moved so he was sitting beside her on the bed. He slowly put an arm around her and pulled her in so that her head rested on his shoulder. "I know I barely know you but I don't want to see you get hurt." Lisa looked up at Oscar. She was trying to think of something to say. Her lips parted and Oscar leaned in and kissed her softly on the lips. He pulled back. "I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me. You're so beautiful, I can't think straight." Lisa couldn't remember the last time Mike had called her beautiful, or looked at her the way this man was looking at her, or kissed her that way. She put an arm around him, reaching his head and pulling it back down to her lips. It was a long, hungry kiss, their tongues touching and caressing. It wasn't a battle, it was a dance. His hand came to rest on her mid-thigh. She found her breath coming in little gasps. She placed a hand on his mid-thigh. As he moved his hand up, it pushed hers ahead of him so he was at the crest of her thigh when she found her hand on his crotch. She began stroking his cock inside his pants. It felt like a rod of iron inside there, stiff and full of energy. She could feel it throb. She moaned into him, their lips still kissing. He broke the kiss and looked deep into her soul. "I need you," he growled. "I need you now." She found herself nodding. "Yes," she panted. Maybe it as the wine; maybe it was the neglect, but this hot man wanted her and she wanted him and nothing else seemed to matter. He drove his lips into her neck, nibbling and biting. His hands came tantalizingly close to her crotch and breasts, but he would not violate them. It was driving her mad. She was moaning and taking deep breaths. She kept her hand on his crotch, sliding it faster and faster, up and down. "Is it bigger than your husband's?" he purred into her ear. "Yes, oh God, yes," she all but screamed. He rewarded her by a gentle squeeze of one breast. Her nipple poked through her bra and dress. He rubbed his palm and thumb over it. She felt herself becoming embarrassingly wet. "I want you now," she begged. "I want to taste you first," he breathed with passion. Lisa's husband had only gone down on her twice and only then to 'get her going'. She heard about how good it could be, but resigned herself to never knowing. She didn't reply. She didn't have to. Oscar began removing his shirt displaying sculpted pecs and six pack abs. He was tanned and firm and all hers. Oscar stood up then pulled her up. Gently he turned her around. Alice was horny and confused until she felt Oscar's hands touch the top of the zipper to her dress. His touch felt so warm against her neck. He didn't tear the zipper down; he pulled it down oh so slowly. She could feel him taking in her flesh as it was exposed to him. He placed small kisses down her spine as the zipper progressed. It was driving her nuts and she loved it. "Does Mike love you like this, Mrs. Durbin," he panted at the point the small of her back curved down to her ass. "Oh no; Mike is a selfish bastard," she groaned. "I would never leave you unsatisfied," Oscar told Lisa as he stood back up. His hands went to the sides of her neck then slowly, teasingly, pushed her dress off her shoulders until, with a wiggle of her hips, it slipped to the ground. For only a moment Oscar pushed himself hard against her. Lisa felt his manhood on the small of her back but he was gone before she could push back. God, he was driving her insane. Doing What You Wouldn’t Normally Do Oscar's hands traced a leisurely trail down her arms until his fingers intertwined with his. He pulled their joined hands first to her smooth, soft stomach. She felt her heart racing as one hand moved up and the other one moved down. She didn't know which direction to pay attention to, they both felt so erotic. Their hands didn't race up the bra, they cupped it. She was surprised how silky the bra felt. She couldn't remember it feeling so sensual when she'd put it on this morning. Their other hand teased the edge of her panties, but instead of plunging in, they moved outside the panties. She felt the slight bulge of her pubic hair. It made her tingle down there. It was tantalizing. She tried to push their hands further down, but he stopped her. She moaned in frustration. Instead he worked his way around to the corner of her pubic mound and her thigh. She could feel her dampness and for a moment she was afraid it would repulse him. It seemed to have the opposite effect. He gasped into her ear. She felt him relinquish control of her hand. Intertwined, she hesitantly drew him across and down. His fingers pressed in, making tiny circles in the crotch of her panties. "Damn, that is so sexy," he whispered to her. "It makes me want you even more." Lisa gulped. She was arousing him. It was the heady sensation of sexual control. She guided their hands down and together they began to massage her labia through her soaked cloth. It was pleasuring herself and having someone pleasure her at the same time. "Do you like it?" she whispered back. Oscar responded by biting playfully at her neck. "What do you think?" he said hoarsely. Lisa let out a joyful breath. Oscar then did a trick she'd never experienced, or even heard about. He kissed his way down her back to her bra. He gently bit into the bra clasp and she felt him pull it back into his mouth. He seemed to suck on it, but when he pressed his face again into her back, the bra came loose. Lisa gasped and ground her pubic mount onto their hands. He didn't stop his mouth and tongue there. He kept moving down, dragging their hands on her breast down as he went. As he kissed a line along the back of her waist, he moved their four hands to the waistband of her panties. He drew lines back and forth from hip to but didn't go down. "Fuck it," Lisa growled as she moved her fingers inside the band and began to draw her panties down. He followed her with his lips to her ass as their fingers worked her panties down past her knees. Oscar then did something else she'd never experienced before; he began teasing his tongues between her cheeks. "This does not scare you, does it," Oscar asked her softly. Lisa had to think about that. She'd never had ass-sex before and on the surface she was uncertain. "I don't know," she responded, "isn't it ... icky?" She hated using the word 'icky' the moment it came out. It made her sound childish and inexperienced. "I don't have much experience," Oscar lied convincingly, "but your ass is so ... sensual." Lisa blushed and couldn't stop herself from wiggling her ass ever so slightly. He 'mmm'ed in appreciation of her action and resumed kissing and licking her sway down. Lisa quickly shed her panties and kicked them aside. As she did so, she spread her legs wider apart. Again he moaned and when his tongue twisted to her anus, Lisa gasped and moaned. She was hoping it didn't smell or taste bad because she loved it. "Do you like it?" he asked when he broke contact. Lisa instinctively groaned and pushed back against his face. "Yes!" she cried out, "yes I like it very much." In response Oscar pressed himself in as far as he could go. Slowly he untangled his hands and pulled them around. With one hand he cupped and massaged one ass cheek. The other pressed against her back. It took a moment of feeling past her sexual exploitation to realize he wanted her to fall forward. She eagerly did so. Oscar now parted her ass and pushed his tongue against her sphincter. Lisa couldn't help but tense up. He was persistent. Lisa suddenly felt a new form of pleasure as he entered her. "Oh ... oh yes ..." she panted. She wiggled her ass even more feeling his tongue twisting around. He moved one hand around her hips until it grazed her pussy. It didn't stop there, but rose to cup her pubic area and play with her hair. This time Lisa was on the ball. She placed her hand on Oscars, while keeping propped up with the other arm. She wove their fingers together once more, and didn't hesitate to move his fingers down to place their first two tips within her. Two fingers felt good. Knowing one was his was much, much better. Oscar pushed his hand around her ass and stuck a second (or was that third?) finger into Lisa. She picked up the pace of her breathing as I worked it in to his second knuckle. He withdrew it, but pulled their entwined fingers deeper in to take its place. It didn't take Lisa long to find out because Oscar moved his face aside and pressed his finger into her anus. Lisa bucked. "Ow ... that was a little hard ... lover," Lisa moaned. Oscar kissed her gingerly on each cheek. "I apologize my love; this is new to me," he smiled from behind her. "That's okay Oscar, it is feeling better and better. Please don't stop," she sighed with contentment. When had Mike ever apologized to her about anything in bed? After some tentative movements, Oscar propelled his finger farther in and it was getting easier and more enjoyable. She began matching his thrusts with their combined fingers. His thumb touched hers as she plunged in, tickling her clit. Lisa gasped. She followed through by rubbing her clit between his thumb and hers. She picked up the pace, fingers pleasuring her in all kinds of ways new and old. "I ... I ... aaahhh ..." she panted then she screamed out from deep inside her diaphragm. When she regained the fringes of rational thought she was aware that she'd fallen forward onto the bed. Her hips, torso, and head were resting on the bed. Her thighs were trembling and her toes tingled. Oscar said something she couldn't make out. "What?" she whispered with tortured lungs. "I asked if I could be inside you now," he told her as he came to rest on her back, supported by his arms. "A moment," she panted, "I can't feel my pussy." He chuckled lovingly. "You're welcome?" he asked. "I want you inside me now," was her sensual answer. Oscar answered with his body, lowering himself and pushing his penis up against her opening. "Oh," was her little sound as he parted her lip and expanded her to his intrusion. He had glacial patience. Lisa had never been engaged in such a manner. It didn't feel like an invasion. It was highly personal, almost self-induced as she grew around him. She had to bite down on the mattress to stop from crying out in pleasure. It was almost a disappointment when she felt his hips push down on her butt. He held himself there but she wanted more. He moved her hips up to get in every last inch of him inside. She heard him groan. She couldn't help but feel triumphant. "You can begin," she whispered to him as she turned her head to the side to speak. It felt so fantastic, being where she was, saying what she was saying at that moment. He slowly but steadily pulled out. As she felt his penis head touch the inside of her lips he stopped then reversed direction in one fluid motion. "Oscar," she pleaded, "just a little faster." When he complied she moaned her appreciation. She felt his weight increase on her and his chin pressed onto her shoulder. "Kiss me Lisa, please," he pleaded. She twisted her upper body and put her face toward his. They kissed gingerly, awkwardly at first, but as she twisted more he was able to safely deepen their embrace. Oscar broke the embrace much to Lisa's displeasure. What he planned to do was soon evident as he moved his hands to each breast. "Join me," he teased. Lisa moved but Oscar tricked her, they ended up rolling onto their sides. She laughed joyfully and beamed a smile up to the ceiling. Oscar wasn't done yet. They rolled over and up so that Oscars butt was on the bed and Lisa sat in his lap. That elicited a little 'eeep!" form Lisa who was now in the driver's seat. He pulled her hands around so that Lisa was on his thighs and she could push up and down at her pleasure. Right now she was happy to grind down on his cock and let it sink even deeper into her womb. She pushed her thighs outside his thighs, placed her palms down on the bed and pushed up with her fingers and toes. She'd done it; she'd pushed herself up from him. With a slight tremble in her forearms she lowered herself slowly back down. "Oh yeah ..." she groaned. "Like that." Oscar responded by moving one hand down to her ass, slipping a finger insider her anus once more and using his palm to help her rise and fall. His other hand kept gingerly pinching her nipple and drawing circles around her areola. A low guttural sound of ecstasy boiled out of her. When she felt like she couldn't take any more, Oscar quickly moved his fingers down from her breast to her clit. He pinched it and twirled it with two fingers. Lisa found herself screaming again until her lungs were squeezed of all her air. She flopped back down with Oscar underneath her. She didn't say anything for the longest time and the only sensation she felt was the wetness between her thighs and wherever her buttocks met his crotch, and his free hand rubbing his fingertip across her belly. "You still haven't come," Lisa panted with a little distress. Wasn't she good enough for him? "I have been struggling to hold out for something -- something new I want to try," he responded with a bit of embarrassment. "What is it?" she purred. "I want to have ... sex with your ass," he blurted out. Lisa was scared but then felt silly. "Of course you can, just take it easy. This is new to me too," she agreed readily. "Roll over onto your hands and knees," he asked. Lisa was slow in responding. Her arms and legs were trembling for her last (second?) orgasm. She'd never had a second one before and here she was already hoping for a third with some really chance of fulfillment. Oscar didn't rush right. Instead when she was in positioned at the top of the bed; Lisa found herself clutching a pillow to her chest, her ass was up in the air and nearly drooling in anticipation. He ran his hands all over her back, butt and thighs. "Mmmm ... could you play with yourself; I love to watch your hands move over your own body," Oscar suggested. Lisa nodded and began to move one hand down her chest. Lisa stopped at her chest and rolled one of her nipples between her thumb and finger. She'd done this so many times before but it had never felt so good, complete in the symphony that was her body's sensuality. "Let me get ready," he whispered to her as he entered her vagina with more urgency than before. She sensed he was close and had that satisfaction that she was the source of his sexual arousal. He waited until had sunk all the way in her before making several piston-like thrusts that caused both of them to grunt from the impact. She had been through this many times with Mike, but nothing she had ever done with him could compare to Oscar. With her new lover this was a prelude to much more to come, not a culmination of his desire for love-making- no, with Mike it had only been fucking. Oscar had opened he eyes to what real love-making was. "I'm ready," he asked, "Are you ready?" Lisa was frightened. Oscar seemed so large. She nodded quickly before she could chicken out and leave him frustrated -- and worse, disappointed with her. "Let me know if the pain ... if it gets to be too much. I'm told it is intense at the start but if you relax it isn't so bad ... or so I've been told." Lisa nodded again. Relaxing wasn't as hard as Lisa though it would be. Oscar steadied himself with one hand as he guided his member to her anus with the other. When he was pushing slightly against her entrance, he began slowly stroking her back and shoulders. His now-free hand joined it and together they began to massage strongly her lower and middle back. Lisa found her body pushing back against his penis. There was pain when he popped inside. Her back arched slightly but his hands were there to help her through it. No one said a word. Lisa felt her hips push back a little farther, stopping when the pain became too much. Oscar started to moan. "So tight," he said, "it feels like you are squeezing me in a vice. It feels so good." Lisa liked the sound of that even though the pain was pretty constant. Lisa worked her way down his shaft. It didn't stop being painful, but Oscar couldn't stop his moaning and whispers of encouragement. He was fully inside of her with her barely noticing. Again they stopped for a few seconds before he moved his hands from her back to her hips. He withdrew a little bit then slid back in. "Can you take it, my Love?" he inquired. "Yes ... it ... I ... it's painful but less so now. Keep going," she gasped in way of a reply. Oscar did so several more times. Each time he inched out a little more and came in a little harder. "God you are so good," he panted. "I am?" she questioned. "You keep squeezing me on the way back in," he stated. "Are you sure you haven't done this before because if you haven't, you are a natural." All Lisa could think to do in response to that was moan. She was good in bed? She was a natural? She liked the sound of that. Hell, she loved it. She'd never felt sexier. Mike could go fuck himself because she wasn't doing him anymore. He was moving with greater urgency, rocking her forward with each down stroke. She began urging him one with cries of "harder" and "yes". His fingers were digging delightfully into her thighs. "I'm about to ..." he ground out. Lisa wanted to ... then an idea occurred to her that she found highly risky yet sexually charged. "Wait!" she shouted. She leaned forward until he was nearly out. He tried to follow. "No, I want to," she gulped, hoping not to turn him off, "taste you." She hoped she didn't taste foul. He slowly pulled the rest of the way out and Lisa hurried around. Oscar was leaning back. "Let me help you with that," Lisa said in her most sultry voice. She grasped his member with one hand and lowered her lips over the head with the other. Her ass didn't taste that bad at all, especially mixed with her own cunt juices. Lisa had given enough blowjobs to Mike but not too many to climax since they'd become married. Now she was reaching back to her college bag of tricks to make this as enjoyable to Oscar as she could. She gobbled down maybe a third of his cock with her hand pumping the remainder when she saw Oscar's face scrunch up in a desperate struggle. This man was dying to cum, but was fighting back with all his concentration. That made Lisa hungrier and willing to go to even greater lengths to make him erupt. Not swallowing now didn't even occur to her. Lisa felt intense satisfaction. She had taken half of him into her mouth and he was growling like a jungle cat. She stopped pumping him and instead rolled his cum-soaked balls in her hand. She slid one finger back toward ... "Now!" he screamed. Lisa barely had a second to start swallowing. She had to remember to breathe through the nose because when he came, Oscar came hard and long. She must have gulped down eight loads. Lisa looked up and Oscar had his eyes closed, he was bathed in sweat, and was twitching in his abdomen and thighs. She felt exultant, triumphant, and complete. "What now?" she teased him. He took a deep breath and looked over to her. "How about we take a shower?" he suggested. Lisa suddenly felt self-conscious of her own sweat and bodily fluids. "Oh yes, I guess so," she muttered. "I've always wished I could have sex standing up in the shower," he told her with a hint of mischievousness. That brought Lisa up short. He wanted more ... of her?" "Well, we'll see if you get lucky," she countered playfully. "I'm all about wish fulfillment." Lisa couldn't believe she'd had such sexual banter with a near stranger. "See if you can keep up," she taunted him. He was on her before she go through the bathroom door and her giggles rang in their ears. (Saturday noon) "Will I ever see you again?" Lisa asked hopefully. Oscar looked at her. There was real sympathy in his eyes. "I don't know," he responded. He stretched over to her and kissed her eyes. "I am not alone in this and other people may not think it is right for me to see you for a while." "Oh," she sighed. "I wasn't ... bad was I?" "You were more than I hoped for," he assured her. She gave him a warm almost tragic smile. There were tears welling up in her eyes. "You have done more than most women are able to do; you have saved yourself." "I feel bad ... about the woman ... Alice Delacroix. She ... Mike; I'll never be able to make that up to her will I?" "I think you have," Oscar confessed. "How?" she said sadly bewildered. "You stepped away from him and to Mike you were little more than property. You will never be that to me. You area a very special woman and you deserve better," he answered. "Do I deserve you?" she hoped. "Today you have," he smiled. "I would say you've earned me several times over." Lisa couldn't help but blush. He had certainly very vocal in his appreciation of her and she had been very vocal with him. Considering she knew only grunts and commands before Oscar had opened a whole new world for her. She'd wanted and been wanted. She realized she'd never really been hungry for sex before this morning. She wondered how she could ever even consider going back to Mike. She knew the answer as soon as the thought rebounded in her head. She couldn't go back. She had to find a way out. "Oscar, I don't want to go back to him." "I can certainly tell someone who might be able to help you," Oscar smiled. He actually hoped he was right. (Saturday afternoon) Oscar handed Taylor the recording of himself and Lisa together. "You'll find it quite entertaining," Oscar joked. Taylor handed him an envelope. "Here's your money." Oscar didn't bother counting it. He and Taylor got along. If he handed you a paycheck, it was the amount promised. "Were there any difficulties?" Taylor asked. "She's bit inexperienced, a bit shy, but nothing I couldn't work around. Do I need to know who this is for?" "Nah, even if the husband sees you in any of your videos, he'll be looking for 'Oscar'. The concerned party isn't a Brainiac, and won't have the resources to find you." "If this goes on-line, I'll want my cut." "It shouldn't," Taylor told him, "but if it does, you will be compensated." "Until you need me again," Oscar said as he got out of the booth. He thought it was a hell of a way to make a living, seducing women and getting paid handsomely for it. "Taylor, she wants to leave her husband," Oscar brought himself to say. His back was to Taylor. He didn't want to seem soft -- unprofessional. "I'll see what I can do," Taylor responded after a moment. Oscar took a step away. "I'll let her know you told me," Taylor added. For now Taylor had to work on his primary problem. His first concern was that Alice had gone through three more hours of torment at Mike's hands. That he could do something about, as long as Mike didn't know Alice's family history. He didn't come across as the small talk kind of guy. He dialed Alice's number. It rang a few times. "Yes," she answered. She sounded harried. "Ms. Delacroix, this is Memorial Hospital. Your grandmother has been in a terrible car accident and she has requested that you come down. She will be going into surgery soon, so you need to hurry." Even if she didn't recognize Taylor's voice, she knew something was wrong. After all, she didn't have a grandmother. Taylor heard some noise on the other end. Doing What You Wouldn’t Normally Do "Who is this?" Mike asked. He sounded a bit out of breath. "Memorial Hospital -- Emergency Room Desk -- Nurse Riley; who am I speaking to?" "Never mind," Mike grunted. Alice got back on the phone. "I'm on my way." "Please hurry. I'll meet you at the Emergency Room entrance," Taylor replied. The hospital was two blocks away from him. He paid his tab and took a casual stroll. It helped work of the tension, and the guilt. He had a bad habit of putting women he liked through hell. When she pulled up, Taylor went with her as she parked and then walked her in. "What are we doing here?" she whispered. "I want you to do a Rape Kit," Taylor told her. Alice balked. "It's leverage. You don't say who raped you. You tell them you have to think about it before filing charges. You get the detectives' cards, and I'll take you home." "I can't charge him with rape," Alice cringed. "He doesn't have to know that. Alice, rapists get twenty years in prison; employees who embezzle, but end up taking no money have to find a new job. When faced with those facts, what do you think he's going to do?" Alice looked stunned. "I have him on tape raping you. I am about to have physical evidence he's raped you as well. I also have one other gift to put the nail in the coffin." "What is that?" "I'm going to stomp on his pride," Taylor nodded grimly. (Monday morning) It was early in the morning and Alice was at her desk. She was trying to keep the fear off her face. "What do we do now?" Alice grinned wildly with relief. "You call those detectives investigating your rape right now. Breaking some laws, Mike can be home in twenty-two minutes." "I've arranged for the cops to respond well before then. You tell them you have confronted your rapist and he's on his way home to attack his wife. They will be inside when he arrives and I think we can rely on him to go ballistic," Taylor speculated. "They will put him in jail for assaulting a police officer." "You seem very confident," Alice commented. "I do this for a living," Taylor responded dryly. "Will Mrs. Durbin be okay?" Alice questioned. "Yes," Taylor sighed, "since the police are already in Lisa Durbin's house expecting your call. As I told you, I do this for a living. I never hurt people more than I need to. As for Mike Durbin, the man is going to go to jail because he is a sadistic, arrogant bastard and his wife has dared to stand up to him and sleep with another man." "Mrs. Durbin has already decided to contact an excellent divorce lawyer, who will soon be armed with your tape. This will force Mike into a very unfavorable settlement then the tape will be destroyed. When he gets out of prison for the assault, I will be there with a plane ticket to somewhere far away and plus a few thousand dollars. If he doesn't accept, he goes to the hospital. He will of course lose his job here with no trace that could lead back to you." "All we have to do now is burn all the evidence that you embezzled. You'll be free." "Is the jail time and divorce going to cost me extra?" She grinned. "No, but you could help Mrs. Durbin with some of her bills from time to time. Her husband dug quite a big hole," Taylor told her. "I'm not made of money," she groaned. "Do what you can. It is all any of us can do. She's helping you bury Mike, and that's should count for something." "Is this really finally over?" she said with a shake of her head. She couldn't quite believe it. "It should be," Taylor responded. He went to her desk and pulled off a sticky note. He scrawled down something. "This is my number. My name is Taylor Eden. If Mike somehow ever bothers you again, give me a call. I'll take care of it." "What will that cost?" Alice asked. "Nothing; return service is free of charge," he grinned. "What happens if he does come back?" "You don't need to know, but I've never had to deal with someone a third time. Let's leave it at that," he assured her. "Am I ever going to see you again?" she inquired. "No. Seriously, do you find me at all attractive?" Taylor chuckled. Alice was kind enough to hesitate. "No." "Am I in anyway a man you would be interested in?" he continued. "Sorry, but no." "Good for you and thank you for your honesty. If you will take this piece of advice, go out socially a bit more. Find someone nice. You don't want to be on the board of directors of this firm at forty-five and realize you are alone. You are a nice person; tough and smart. Any guy would be lucky to be with you. Try to trust enough to let someone in." "You are not what I expected," she confessed. "I get that a lot," he laughed. "Bye now." "Wait. Tell me who hired you, please," Alice pleaded. She couldn't stand not knowing. "Someone higher up in this firm has been watching your progress. They decided you had made a desperate mistake and deserved a second chance. You are an asset to the firm, so my boss was hired to help you out. I don't have permission to tell you the name of the person who hired him, but I can tell you they've gone through great expense." "Thank you," Alice told him. Taylor nodded, turned and left quietly. (Epilogue) Alice Delacroix sat at the table at the restaurant playing with her lunch. She didn't have much of an appetite and she didn't want to be out of the office with the new account proposals due in two days. Unfortunately when the largest stockholder in the company asked a few of the mid-level managers out to eat, you went out to eat. Finally the ordeal was over; the Gray Lady took the check and paid for the overly expensive unsatisfying meal. "A moment, Ms. Delacroix," the woman requested in a way that clearly wasn't a request. "Ma'am," Alice gulped. Had something gone wrong? Was she about to watch her career go down the toilet? "Please sit for a moment. I would like to show you a token of gratitude for being our number One manager four quarters running. I don't run the company, but I do like to stay on top of things." She slid a ring box over to Alice. Alice opened it and examined the contents. "I ... don't understand," Alice said quietly looking down at the zip drive. "It is the final copy of your indiscretion, but I think you already knew that," the Gray Lady smiled predatorily. "It was you ... I was being rhetorical; I apologize. What I should be asking is why? Why did you do it? How did you it?" "You are a corporate asset Ms. Delacroix. As you will discover I defend my corporation very zealously. As to the 'how'; let us just say that a good dog is hard to find." "You must have gone through some expense and I'm only a mid-level manager," Alice responded. "Seriously Ms. Delacroix, I know you smarter than that," the older woman smirked. Alice stopped being scared and started thinking corporate. "How long have you been watching me?" "Since your second internship," was the reply. "Oh, so you are responsible for my rapid promotions," Alice concluded. "Which you deserved," the other woman pointed out. "To what end?" "One day I want you to run my company, Ms. Delacroix. I don't want the company my late husband I built to become mediocre. I want it to remain in the top of its field." "I can do that," Alice agreed. The Gray Lady nodded with pleasure now that Alice had caught up. "One thing I would like to know; who did this? It is something I would like to know." The Gray Lady studied her. "Why? You aren't infatuated with that trollish little man, are you?" "Oh no," Alice chuckled, "I already have his number -- for business purposes he insists. I want to know who has his leash. As you said, a good dog is hard to find."