“Tell him what you want, Louise,” Joe said.
“I want him to fuck me,” Louise said. “I want him to fuck me hard.”
Brad moved closer and violently slammed his prick into her cunt. Louise moaned loudly as be started to fuck her from behind. Tracy had never seen it done that way before. She felt her own pussy growing juicier and she slipped her fingers down the front of her skirt.
“Fuck me!” Louise cried. “Fuck me hard!”
It was hard to believe that the mousy-looking girl was enjoying it so much. But there could be no doubt that Louise was enjoying it. She was rubbing herself against Brad as fast as she could and there was a look of pure animal pleasure on her face.
Louise still had her glasses on and they were bouncing on the ridge of her nose with each hard stroke that Brad gave her. Somehow that made the scene even more exciting. Tracy had two fingers into her cunt and she was stroking herself.
She could feel the hot fires racing through her body. Her fingers found the hard bud of her clit and she began to rub it hard. Her fingers were getting wetter from her own juices.
“Ahhhh shit!” Brad cried. “I’m going to come! I’m going to shoot my wad!”
“Do it to me,” Louise moaned. “Go ahead and shoot your wad into me! Yes, I can feel you squirting! I can feel you coming in meeeeee!”
“Ummmmmm,” Tracy moaned. “Ummmmmm!”
She came at the same time Brad and Louise collapsed together on the floor. She saw Louise turn and slip his cock into her willing mouth. Tracy saw Louise’s lip and tongue lick the cum from the tip of his reddened cock.
“Having fun?” Joe questioned.
She hadn’t seen him come up to her. She felt embarrassed and she quickly took her hand out of her skirt. He was leering at her.
“It’s quite a party, isn’t it?”
“Yes,” she agreed.
“I thought you might like it,” he said.
He reached over and ran his hand underneath her titties. He stroked both of her nipples.
“You have a pretty pair,” he said. “I’m going to enjoy having you around.”
He grinned wickedly at her as he walked away.
The orgy was over. The couples had gone and Brad made Tracy and Louise dean up the room. He waited until they were finished and then he gave it an inspection. He nodded that he was satisfied and he left the room.
Tracy sank exhausted into one of the chairs. Louise sat across from her.
“Is it like this all the time?” Tracy asked.
“Sometimes it’s worse,” Louise said. “Some times it gets really bad.”
Worse. Tracy couldn’t see how things could have gotten much worse. She was curious about Louise. Louise didn’t seem much changed after the ordeal she had just gone through.
“You had it rough tonight,” Tracy observed.
Louise shrugged her shoulders. “Like I said. Sometimes it’s worse.”
“But why? You don’t have to stay here.”
“I do have to stay,” Louise said.
“Why?” Tracy insisted, “He can’t make you stay here. He can’t.”
Louise gave her a look of sympathy.
“He can do anything he wants,” Louise answered. “Absolutely anything.”
“You sound as if he owns you,” Tracy said.
“He does,” Louise admitted. “At least, in a way he does. You see, I worked for him in one of his offices. I had a few hours of secretarial training and big ambitions. I’m afraid I got a little too ambitious and juggled some accounts.”
“You mean you stole from him?” Tracy asked.
“That’s right,” Louise answered. “I took about a thousand dollars. It wasn’t all that much compared to what be has but it would have been enough to send me to jail.”
“How did he find out?” Tracy asked.
Tracy was really interested. She had never met anyone who had actually stolen something. She was surprised, for the mousy-looking Louise certainly didn’t look like a thief.
“I don’t know,” Louise shrugged. “I suppose he knew all along. He called me into his office one day and he told me that he knew all about my petty thieving. It was a real shock. He asked me what I wanted to do about it. I told him that I’d do anything to keep from going to jail.”
“And so be brought you here?” Tracy questioned.
“Not right away. First he shamed me for a while. He would call me into his office when there was a conference going on. He would make me go under the table and take his cock in my mouth. I sucked him off while he talked about annual percentages.”
Tracy shivered. “How awful for you.”
“Not really,” Louise said. “I thought it was until he made me come here. Then I found out how awful things can really be.”
Again Tracy felt icy fingers going up and down her spine. What kinds of things could he have in store for her?
“What does he make you do here?” Tracy asked.
She was almost afraid of the answer. Louise looked down at the floor and then back at Tracy. Her eyes were a little misty.
“Bad things,” Louise said. “But what’s worse is that after a while you start liking it. You start wanting him to do things to you.”
“I never would,” Tracy said.
“Yes you will,” Louise said. “You’ll do anything he tells you. Anything.”
Brad came back into the room again and Louise hurried out. Brad waited until Louise was up the stairs before he nodded to Tracy.
“Mr. Douglas wants to see you,” Brad said. “He’s in the last room on the hall.”
“I’m tired,” Tracy said. “I’ll see him in the morning.”
“You’ll go now,” Brad said.
His voice was hard and Tracy knew he meant what he said. She didn’t want to be hit again in the stomach so she quickly agreed. She left Brad and walked up the stairs. She walked to the last room and knocked at the door.
“Come in,” Joe said.
Joe was lying on a big bed in the middle of the room. He wore a purple dressing gown with a gold emblem on the pocket. He had been reading a book but he put it aside.
“Did you get the room clean?” he asked.
“Yes,” she answered.
“Good,” he said. He waved toward the bar. “Do you want a drink?”
“No,” she said. “I’m tired. I’m ready for bed.”
“I would like one,” he said.
She sighed. Another time she might have argued, but she was just too tired. She went to his bedroom bar and made him a drink. She brought it back to him and he sipped it.
“Good,” he said, smacking his lips.
“What do you want with me?” she asked.
Her voice was sharper than she intended it to be. He sipped again at his drink.
“Did you enjoy our little party?” he asked.
“No,” she answered.
“You looked at though you were.”
“I was sickened by it,” she said. “I thought it was disgusting.”
“Yet you were excited by it,” he said.
“Yes,” she admitted.
He patted the edge of the bed and she sat down. She noticed that his dressing gown opened at the waist and he was naked beneath it. His limp cock pressed against the robe.
“It’s time you had another lesson,” he said softly. “Take off all your clothes.”
She jumped up from the bed as if it were hot. She paced back and forth in front of him nervously. She had changed her mind about being there. She had decided to go home.
“I want to go home,” she said. “I don’t want to stay here any more.”
His eyes got hard. “That’s impossible,” be said.
“It’s not impossible,” she said. “I’m going home. Ask your driver to take me or I’ll get my bags and walk. I can always find a phone somewhere.”
“You’re being foolish,” he said, sipping his drink. “You’re being very foolish.”
“I’m leaving,” she said.
He shrugged his shoulders.
“All right,” he said. “If you want to leave that the door is open.”
She was a little stunned. She had not expected it to be this easy.