Conspiracies Ch. 09

AJ tried her best, swallowing and tightening her throat around his thick cock. As she managed to do it without choking, the door creaked open. AJ's head hit the bottom of the desk from surprise, but Oliver quickly bucked his hips towards her, keeping his cock in her mouth.

She heard rhythmic knocks on the door, making her increasingly frustrated. Who opens a door, then knocks after?

Oliver straightened in his chair. "What's up Kevin?"

Kevin stepped into the office, twirling a set of keys in his hand. "Hey Oliver, just wanted to let you know Smithe was bothering AJ in the copy room. I took care of it for now, and I'll keep an eye out. Very bold of him to try and pull anything at work."

Oliver snorted, the irony not lost on him. "So what's with the keys?"

"Oh yeah, they're Smithe's. I took them. I'll give them back later."

"Alright thanks for the update, I'll see you later," he said, trying to hint for him to leave, but Kevin didn't seem to catch it.

"You got a cowlick on your head."

Oliver scoffed. "My hair is fine, leave it alone."

"You look like the kid from the little rascals, get a hairbrush. Girls don't like that."

"Anything else?" Oliver replied sarcastically.

"Yeah, I haven't seen AJ and I'm getting kind of paranoid about Smithe, do you want me to go find her?"

"Nope."

"Are you sure?"

Oliver flinched as he felt AJ start to choke on his cock, still buried deep in her delicate throat. She gagged and hit her head on the bottom of the desk again. "No, I'm pretty sure I know where she is," he said awkwardly.

"Oh...Oh! Alright, yeah, see you later."

When AJ heard the door close, she backed up and gasped for air. She had been too scared to move or make a sound while Kevin had been in the room. Oliver leaned forward and grabbed her open shirt, pulling her back to his cock.

AJ took it in her mouth again, letting him slide it to the back of her throat. He snaked his fingers through her hair with one hand and used it to rock her head back and forth on his cock. It didn't take long for him to empty himself, his warm salty fluid pooling on her tongue.

He released his grip from the back of her head and scooched his chair back, letting her out from under the desk. She clumsily stood up, adjusting her skirt that had hitched up her waist. Oliver took her open shirt and carefully did each button until she was neatly adjusted as if nothing had ever happened.

"Alright little bird, you can go. Think about how you want me to fuck you tonight, okay?" he said, giving a little wink that sent shivers up her spine.

When she left Oliver's office, she retreated to an empty cubicle on the other side of the fourth floor. She sunk into the black swivel chair that had been left next to the abandoned desk, absorbing what had just happened.

She was now becoming accustomed to Oliver's tormenting. What disturbed her more right now was Kevin. He knew. He was apart of this. She wondered if that's why he was assigned to work next to her. It could have purely been an accident, the timing didn't seem to work out, unless they had really set up their blackmail game before she had even found the pictures.

He hadn't been a threat, as far as she knew. There was no reason for her to be scared of him yet. In fact it seemed he may have done her a favor, cutting off the uncomfortable interaction with the creepy man in the copy room.

When she made it to her desk, Kevin was typing away at his computer. She sat down in her chair and continued the tedious work Oliver had pulled her away from. She tried to move on and forget, or at least accept Kevin had a part in this, but it was too unsettling.

"So you're in on all of this?" she asked quietly, not looking up from her work.

Kevin hesitated, but replied, "In on what? Work?"

AJ shot him a nasty glare. "You know what I mean."

Kevin leaned back from his desk, fiddling with a pen in his hand. "Yes and no. But do you really want to talk about it here?"

"No," she replied. But to Kevin's surprise she didn't drop the conversation. Instead she stood up and snatched the sleeve of his shirt, pulling him out of his chair. "That's why we're going in the copy room."

When he was standing, she let go of his sleeve, and he followed her to the other side of the floor. Once they were in the copy room AJ gave one peek outside and closed the door behind them.

"What's your game," she hissed, pointing at him menacingly.

Kevin shrugged and replied, "You're becoming pretty bold, aren't you? I'm just keeping an eye on you."

"Oh, awesome. So now I have to worry about you too?" she said, crossing her arms angrily.

Kevin put his hands up defensively. "No, actually. Think of me as your guardian angel."

"What the fuck? Is that supposed to make me feel better?"

"Well, I stopped Smithe from harassing you here earlier. He is not a nice man, and that would've created some huge problems for you. But I took care of it, didn't I?"

"I guess."

"There. See? I'm just here to make sure no one bothers you and you stay out of trouble."

"So you're okay with all of this?"

Kevin's brow furrowed. "You know, you shouldn't be complaining. I'd love to be in your position, but alas I am not Oliver's type. Maybe stop seeing yourself as such a victim and stop fighting. You know, other people seek this stuff out and never get what they want."

When he could see the distress past her angry look he sighed. "Look, from where I'm seeing it looks like I'm your only friend here. So maybe instead of making me an enemy you use it to your advantage. I can help you. If you can talk to anyone it's me. Unless Oliver says otherwise, you're safe, I promise. Well, at least at work."

AJ opened her mouth to say something but was cut short by another female secretary walking in. Kevin quickly changed the subject and said to AJ, "And that is why you don't photocopy body parts."

AJ's face dropped. Kevin gave a grin and exited the copy room. AJ looked back at the other secretary, who wore a disgusted look on her face. "He's funny, right?" she laughed awkwardly, and quickly followed Kevin out of the copy room.

AJ went home the moment the workday was over. She sat at her small kitchen table, smoking a cigarette and trying not to dwell on what had happened earlier. The smartest thing to do was let it go and bounce back. Oliver was so close to breaking her, and maybe in a way he did, but she wasn't going to let that happen. She needed to work on her mental strength since she was useless physically.

Kevin's place in this was somewhat comforting, but still confusing. But as far as she understood, it meant the only evil she would have to deal with was Oliver. At least that was narrowed down.

She couldn't wrap her brain around his strange statement, completely shocked that anyone would be jealous of this treatment. But then she thought back to Crystal's mansion and all of the girls that looked to be in her exact position. None of them wore faces of anything other than enjoyment and excitement. Maybe they really were there by choice.

Her eyes rolled when her phone started to vibrate and pulled it out of her bag. A text from an unsaved number read 'shower'. She huffed, knowing it could only be one person. She corrected her mistake and saved his number in her phone under 'Dr. Evil'. No need for any confusion there, or it could mean trouble.

As she showered, sitting in the hot water until it ran cold, she wondered what was going to happen tonight. It was a Monday, so she probably had to go to his place. She could handle that, and she would get to go home at night.

She wiped her face off one last time before noticing a shadow approaching the shower curtain. She turned and slowly reached for her bar of soap, trembling in fear for her life. She had seen Psycho one too many times.

As she saw a set of fingers grab hold of the end of the shower curtain to pull it open, AJ pelted the soap at the intruder. She heard a smack and a grunt as she reached for her towel but slipped onto her hands and knees in the tub. She scrambled up to see it was Oliver, holding his face with his hand.

"Jesus Christ, what's wrong with you?" he scoffed, rubbing his nose where she had hit him with the bar of soap.

"What do you mean, how was I supposed to know it was you?"

"Who else would it fucking be?"

AJ huffed and turned the water off on the shower, snatching a towel and stepping out of the tub.

"Alright, let's get you dressed, I guess. I thought you'd be done by now."

"Where are we going?" AJ asked, quickly drying off.

"We're going to Crystal's."

AJ's head drooped. "But it's a Monday,"

"You're starting to get really mouthy with me. I don't like it," Oliver said, pointing at her sternly.

"I just, I mean, how do you do stuff like this every night?"

"Life is extremely short. So let's have as much fun as we can, got it?"

AJ nodded her head. He was right, this just wasn't the kind of fun she wanted to have. Like last time Oliver did a good job of finding her an appropriate set of underwear but could not care in the slightest of what else she wore. She stayed in her work attire, her pleated skirt and long sleeve white blouse. No need to wear anything more provocative.

They took Oliver's car again thankfully. Cabs didn't have heated seats. After there cripplingly long drive from Roswell, the ride to Crystal's mansion seemed like nothing.

The country was becoming less intimidating, and she was almost starting to like it. She liked the city because even in a crowd she could be invisible. But out here, there was no one. She didn't have to work so hard to be invisible. She could just exist as she is.

As they rolled down the beaten gravel road leading to the enormous mansion's elegant driveway, she realized she was not panicking like last time. Before she was drowning in fear, but now she felt prepared.

The elaborate fountains lined up the center of the driveway made her cringe, that feeling of not fitting was setting in. She couldn't relate to these people or their hedonistic lifestyles.

The same penguinesque looking valet took the car as they walked up the steps to the mansion. Once again AJ turned around at the last moment, ready to run. Oliver grabbed her arm and pulled her back. "Hey! Where do you think you're going?"

AJ shrugged and followed him as he led her past the columns and tall red doors into the front foyer. This time they were not alone when they walked in. Formally dressed men and women strolled through the foyer back and forth, noisily drinking and talking.

Oliver looked around the groups of people and ushered AJ down the long hallway towards the ballroom. "Let's find Sauer," he uttered to her as they passed noisy people along the way. AJ felt a hand wrap around her wrist and yank her into the entrance of one of the open rooms along the hall. She yelped and turned to see Crystal, dressed in a sparkling red dress with her breasts pushed up and impossibly long eyelashes batting away.

"Hey!" spat Oliver as he whipped around to see AJ and the already-intoxicated Crystal clinging to her. Anthony bumped into him from behind, causing Oliver to hit the door frame. "Damnit, what did I tell you?" he hissed at Crystal.

Crystal's face scrunched in displeasure as she looked at AJ's plain clothing. She pulled at the hem of her skirt to see a small tear on the side. She gasped dramatically and looked back at Oliver. "You dress her in rags?"

AJ looked down at herself, now feeling incredibly insecure and a little bit ticked off. Sure she wasn't very stylish, but Crystal's reaction made her feel as if she were wearing a flour sack.

"Kitty!" Crystal yelled behind her to a group of three scantily dressed women. One stood, a tall brunette with wavy curls and a tight, thin frame. She hopped to Crystal, excitedly, joining her next to AJ. "Let's dress you up, you little doll!"

Oliver stepped next to AJ and grabbed her arm. "She's mine, I didn't say you could do anything with her."

Crystal groaned loudly and said, "We're just going to dress her up. Then we'll bring her right back."

"No, she's going to come with me."

Anthony put his hand on Oliver's shoulder. "We promise. No funny business. Right Crystal?"

"I swear, on all of my jewelry!" she replied excitedly.

Oliver released her arm and stood back, narrowing his gaze at Crystal. "Bring her right back to me." He looked down at AJ and whispered in her ear, "You tell me if they do anything."

AJ nodded, but was not ready to be left alone without him. Once he and Anthony left the room, Crystal and Kitty took her hands and led her to another room down the hall. It was a clean white bedroom, frilly and elegant in everyway possible.

Crystal went to one of the many tall armoires and opened it up, shuffling through clothing hung neatly on metal hangers. Kitty joined her and they picked things out, tossing what they wanted onto the white bed while bickering like little girls.

AJ stood awkwardly next to the bed, watching the two argue over what would look cuter on her, what would not. Eventually they made a decision. "Come on, get undressed, all the way," Crystal said.

AJ nervously obeyed, taking off and putting her clothing on the bed. The two were obviously intoxicated, slurring their words and way too excited to do something so girly like this. Kitty took a white stocking from the pile of clothes and ushered AJ to lift her foot. She slid the stocking up her calf and all the way to her mid-thigh.

Kitty took another matching stocking and clumsily put it on her. They were a soft white, with two tiny powder blue bows at the top. Crystal tossed a pair of panties to kitty with terrible aim. They were the same white with small frills at the edges, two more tiny blue bows set on the front of her hips.

To her dismay it was a thong. She always wore those, but not ones with a pearl string in the back. It surprisingly wasn't very uncomfortable, but it looked like it would draw a lot of attention. The last thing to be put on her was a matching silk blue choker, which more resembled a thick ribbon tied around her neck.

Crystal and Kitty showered her with compliments as if she were a puppy, pushing her to a full-length mirror between two of the armoires. The moment AJ was able to see herself her stomach lurched.

It didn't look like her, it didn't feel like her. None of the other scantily dressed women wore anything like this. Everything was red and black, lacy and erotic. Crystal and Kitty had made her look like a porcelain doll.

Crystal pulled at the left half of her hair, running her fingers through it and attempting to tame the messy brown waves. "Ow!" AJ winced as Kitty took the rest of her hair on her right side and started to do the same, taking a hair tie and putting it into a tight tail. "Oh hell no," she squeaked, trying to wiggle away. They ignored her and continued messing with her hair until they were in two tight pigtails.

AJ felt herself get queasy, disgusted by her new attire. Not only would her spell of invisibility become useless, but she may as well have a target painted on her back. She didn't want to look like a doll. She wanted to look like her own plain, boring self.

"Let's go find Ollie," Crystal said after too many long minutes of fawning over her with Kitty. Kitty took her hand and they led her out of the bedroom and into the hall.

Stepping into the ballroom was like taking a step off a cliff. Like being thrown into a pit of starving animals, ready to swallow her whole. Unfortunately Crystal was very popular, and everyone acknowledged her as she walked by with Kitty and AJ trailing behind her. Kitty seemed to love to flaunt everything she had, keeping enough attention on herself that AJ felt she could easily be passed over as they walked through the crowd.

AJ did not want to know whether people were looking at her or not. She made no eye contact, just kept her eyes on Kitty and Crystal and hoping they were leading her to safety.

Suddenly Crystal snatched AJ's wrist and pulled her to the side wall. AJ had to keep herself from tripping, not able to keep up with Crystal's endless energy. To her relief she pulled her right to Oliver, who was sitting in one of the winged red velvet chairs scattered around the circular glass tables along the edge of the ballroom. Next to him was Anthony, the stone-faced Sauer, and two other older men grumbling and talking to each other in Swedish.

Crystal pushed AJ in front of Oliver with a toothy smile, batting her eyelashes and showing off her work. Oliver and Sauer took one look at AJ's outfit, then to her blushing, pouting face, and started to laugh outrageously.

AJ fumed at their reactions, face twisting in anger. Whereas she was assuming they were laughing at her outfit, they were actually humored by her frustration. The look of annoyance on her face was just too priceless.

"Oh come here," Oliver said, trying to hold back his laughter as AJ tried to push past Crystal to run away. AJ huffed and approached him, taking his outreached hand and letting him pull her on his lap.

He positioned her neatly so that her legs dangled off the arm of the chair, his arm around her shoulder to keep her close to his chest. He traced his finger along her bottom lip and asked, "Why so mad?"

AJ's eyes narrowed, silently communicating the extent of her anger, but it only made him chuckle. Anthony stood from his winged chair and took the ever-intoxicated Crystal by the arm and wandered into the crowd, Kitty prancing behind them.

Oliver could feel AJ trembling on his lap, in complete sensory-overload mode. He tugged on one of her pigtails playfully and whispered in her ear, "No disappearing now. I want to look at you all night."

AJ slouched in his lap, face blushing and arms crossed stubbornly. While Sauer was talking to him about his recent shortcomings at work, Oliver was circling his fingertips around her naked breasts, focusing his teasing on her nipples. He gave occasional pinches and tugs, stirring a warmth in her belly.

Her legs folded together, squirming to suppress the lust he was coaxing from her. The blush on her cheeks never faded. Soon she was deaf to Sauer's voice and their surroundings. All that mattered in the world at this moment was the feather-like touches from Oliver's fingertips on her breasts. His occasional sharp pinches sent sparks through her body, slowly engulfing her into a state of hunger.

Oliver pressed his hand behind her back, lifting her chest closer to him. He brushed his lips against her neck, nuzzling and nibbling at her soft skin.

She resented the way he could turn her on so easily with barely a touch. She had been at war with her own body since she met him, and somehow she never managed to win. As much as she tried, she had made no progress on being physically immune to his teasing.

"Hey! Are you listening to me?"

Oliver lifted his head from her neck and acknowledged Sauer. "What?"

Sauer took off his thin-framed glasses and hooked them to his jacket pocket. "Were you even paying attention?"

Oliver paused, but answered honestly. "No, not really."

Sauer scoffed and rubbed his temples with his fingers. "You're getting distracted." He pointed to AJ sternly. "You. You're distracting."

"I think I can afford to be distracted."

"No, you can't."

Oliver picked AJ off his lap and stood, letting her sit in the crimson winged chair by herself. He motioned Sauer to follow him. As they walked to the bar, Sauer began to list complaints and shortcomings.

"Stop," Oliver said, cutting him off. "Are you questioning my loyalty?"

"No, I'm not saying that."

"Then what? My life has revolved around doing what you tell me since I was fucking sixteen. Give me a break, I think I deserve this one goddamn thing."