Summary: mind control, incest, Mf, minor ff
Mix a girl as pure as fortified whole milk with a boss as nasty as
maggot-riddled rancid flour, and what do you get? Well, I'm still not entirely
sure, but it's kind of fun finding out.
See No Evil: Contains sexually explicit and politically incorrect material. If you shouldn't be reading this, or if it might offend you, simply stop now.
Legalese: All actors and actresses are over the age of consent. Proof of age is on file. Any similarity of any character, event or place to any actual person, event or place, is purely coincidental. This is all fantasy, and the actors are all professionals -- do not try any of this at home.
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Author's Ramblings: I wanted to do a slow one. The sex doesn't really pick up until chapter 4 -- sorry, folks, not even a first chapter "hook" for you this time. Why would anyone write such a story? The higher you build 'em, the farther they can fall (although ... I'm not sure our heroine ever really falls in this story).
Live well!
You are now leaving the realm of the known and well-lighted and crossing over into a realm without stability, a world with only potential, a shadowy landscape with--
Oh, you get the picture. The chapter below is a draft chapter. It is subject to change, revision, rewrite or even total deletion (though drastic changes are unlikely). There may even be ungrammatical half-thoughts or notes included below. All this is still copyrighted by Jafar. These draft chapters are given as a courtesy so that those interested in this story can peek on where the author is currently thinking of taking it.
I hope you enjoy the draft(s) and the story as a whole.
It all started three months ago when I hired this sweet little Christian girl. She wasn't born-again: no, she was so wholesome that she got it just exactly right the first time without needing any limp-ass makeovers. She was so pure and unstained and ... well, she was just TOO WHOLESOME for this world, if you know what I mean.
So I hired her, and six weeks later she marries this Christian guy that is just as wholesome and whitebread as she is. Now after three months, she is THE best worker I've ever had! Fast, meticulous, methodical, great with people -- just a pure peach of a secretary. Only thing is, though: she'd never even conceive of spreading her legs for me or letting me suck on those big ole mammaries of hers.
Well, you just KNOW that we couldn't let things stay like that ...
(Wednesday lunchtime)
The blonde and brunette office bookends, Collette and Francesca, were dipping strawberries in whipped cream and taking bites of them while Bethany ate her buttered toast and drank her milk for lunch. It was the first time that the two had sat down and shared lunch with her, and Bethany was glad for the chance to be sociable.
"So I was in my bikini bottoms," Collette related her trip to Barbados last weekend, "And I'd had to remove my bikini bra and replace it with a men's shirt. The tie straps on the bikini bra were on the verge of unraveling from the cups, you see, and I didn't want to take a chance. So I was wearing this men's shirt that was way too small for my chest, and it was so old and battered that it only had one button still remaining, upon which depended all of my modesty. I'm standing there, taking shallow breaths so I don't pop that last button, when Doug walks up and slaps me on the ass. I scream, the button zings off, and I'm standing there bare-boobed in front of the gaping crowd all turkey-necking to see why I'd screamed."
Francesca sucked in air, "HAR!"
Bethany started to move into action -- she'd been trained in both CPR and Heimlich and knew how to dislodge boli of food, sending them hurling from windpipes and saving lives.
Francesca sucked in air again, HAR!"
Bethany suddenly realized that this was how the other woman laughed, and she sat back down as subtly as she could.
Collette was rolling out peels of giggles by this point. "Don't-- don't be embarrassed, Bethany. Francesca DOES laugh like a horse!"
"I do NOT!"
"Stop it, Wilbur!" Collette stomped her foot and mocked her, and all three women laughed. After a minute, the giggles started to die down.
"I've never been to Barbados," Bethany told her, "But you make it sound like a wonderful place, Collette."
"A wonderful place to get into trouble, maybe ...."
"Collette is just a blonde bimbo," Francesca confided, "But at least she's the best darned blonde bimbo that she can be."
"And that's what counts," Collette smiled.
"Are you sure you wouldn't like a strawberry, Bethany?"
"No, I'm fine," she smiled.
"Do you eat that every day for lunch? Toast and milk?"
"Pretty much. Sometimes I'll put butter on the toast, sometimes even some jam."
"You go, girl," Francesca giggled. "Wild woman!"
"It's ... tasty," Bethany shrugged and smiled.
An older gentleman came up the stairs then, and Bethany gave him a sweet smile. "Hi, Mr Dicksteiffer."
"Well, hello. I am impressed, young lady. You've only met me once and you've learned my name."
"Names are important, sir. It's how we show our respect for one another."
Francesca looked at Collette and gave an exaggerated blink of innocence.
"Well, that's a very good attitude, young lady," he told Bethany
"And you learned her name too, right Mr Dicksteiffer?" Collette asked.
The gentleman nodded his head. "Yes, of course. Mrs Bethany Grace." He bowed lightly towards her.
"Did you know," Francesca asked as she dipped another strawberry in the whipped cream, "That our Bethany is a Virgin? Or at least that she was until six weeks ago?"
Mr Dicksteiffer frowned slightly at the odd question.
Bethany smiled, rolling her eyes and sighing. "She's talking about my maiden name, Mr Dicksteiffer. I was born Bethany Virgin. I married Roderick six weeks ago and became a Grace."
"Uhm, no, I think she was talking about the physical condition of her maidenhead," Collette muttered.
"Well, congratulations!" he told Bethany. "How is married life treating you?"
"Very well, sir. We've only been married six weeks, but we did date for five years before that. So we're both pretty familiar with each other's quirks and foibles."
"'Foibles'," Francesca quietly echoed.
"I'll make a prediction right here and now, Bethany. I predict that you and your young man are going to be together for a long, long time."
"WE sure hope so, Mr Dicksteiffer."
"Do you plan on having children?"
"Oh, yes, sir! We both want a big family! I'll play games with them when they're little, and Roderick will take them out backpacking and camping when they get older, and ..." She stopped and smiled, realizing that she was running away with herself. "Yes, sir, we're both quite eager to start a family."
Mr Dicksteiffer got a sheepish look on his face. "Would ... might you like to get a little practice this afternoon, Bethany?"
"Practice, sir?"
"Well ... uhm ... I have the grandkids with me today ... and my secretary, Ms Bosomheifer, is watching them ... and, well, they don't like her a whole lot, and she doesn't like them very much, and I'm afraid there will be a huge row before I get out of my meeting."
Bethany leaned back and smiled." It would be an honor to watch your grandchildren, sir."
"Really? You wouldn't mind? They're all in the van outside. If you don't mind, I'll bring them in."
"I'll be right here waiting."
"Thank you, Bethany! Thank you, dear!" He disappeared out the office and back down the stairs.
Collette had her eyebrows raised. "You didn't even ask how many there are."
"The more the merrier," Bethany beamed.
"Brave lass," Francesca commented.
"You ought to join us after work one night," Collette told her. "We get together sometimes over at the Oasis to blow off steam. And if you don't like to drink, you can always just have a soda."
"It can't be on Thursday -- Thursdays are bread-making night."
Francesca's arched eyebrows arched a little more as she grinned and shook her head. "And I'm seeing Barry Friday night."
"How about tonight, then? Can both of you make it?" There were no negative replies, so Collette clapped her hands. "Tonight it is, then. You know where the Oasis is, Bethany?"
Bethany nodded, lightly rolling her eyes. "I'm not TOTALLY naive."
"We'll see you there, then." Collette and Francesca took their strawberries and whipped cream and quickly escaped before the grandchildren arrived.