How I Lost My Babysitting Job Ch. 03

"I'm Alona, and Dr K needs you to take over Lauren's project, because she needs to go home early."

"Why?"

"I don't know. Ok, that's all I'm here to say, nice meeting you-"

"Stand still and stop fidgeting. You aren't leaving quite yet."

"I'm- my lunch is over, I'm needed at the desk soon-"

"Soon is not now. Approach me, you're going to help me with a project, for a few moments."

I hesitated. I've thought about this, and it's the biggest difference between guys and girls. A guy would have said Yeah, Well, I Don't Fucking Think So and walked off and instantly forgotten the whole thing. But I'm a girl and I stood there, dithering and hesitating. And guys love that. Especially guys like William. Dithering is like blood in the water to a shark.

"Now, Alona."

"I- Dr K didn't say anything about helping, so I-"

"Now, Alona." He repeated it with exactly the same intonation. It got to me, and I walked to his desk, feeling butterflies everywhere.

"Lauren and I are developing a protocol. You can help me test it. You see I have these boxes here... I'm going to draw an object from one and place it on the desk. When I do, you will fix your eyes on the object, and not look away. At that point you will start telling a story about a girl named Alona. She is attractive and blonde, full breasted, trim waist, wide pretty eyes, and about twenty, but she is not you. The similarities are a coincidence. The story you tell will involve the object. When I draw another object from a box, you will fix your eyes on it, and incorporate that object into the story as well. There will be three objects presented to you. You may not touch the objects, and to insure that you will place your hands on the desk so that they cover these chalk marks completely. Don't move them until I tell you the story is over. Don't pause in the story telling no matter how absurd or embarrassing or awkward it appears."

"Wait," I said, a bit desperately. "I'm not a storyteller. I suck at stories. Seriously, in girl scouts at campfire time we all had to take turns telling stories and mine were stupid. And I don't even know if Dr K would want -- I mean I don't know anything about this project, and-"

"Silence."

I shut up. Dr K was at least warm and playful. This guy was all demands and business. He looked at me calm and arrogant and knowing I'd do as he said. "We're about to start. Hands on the table and clear your mind."

I swallowed and complied. It didn't help that I had to lean forward slightly to position my hands on the spots, placed about three feet apart, and this made me feel like I was showcasing my breasts for him, in the tight top and shelf bra I was wearing.

He placed a pair of handcuffs on the desk. "Begin."

Oh shit no! Not with that whole 'bad cop' demeanor thing he had going! I blushed deeper, and no words came out.

"Now, Alona!"

"I, um, shit, um, Lauren and I, no wait you said it wasn't me. Lauren and not-me Alona go out to lunch so no one will know what we talk about, but, um, she's speeding, no, wait, they don't arrest for that, ok, so she's speeding and we -- they get pulled over by this cop, and he notices a bag in the back seat, and it turns out Lauren had half a bottle of, um, vodka in there from a party last night, and I -- I mean Alona didn't know anything about it but the cop makes us get out and I guess he found some ecstasy in the car too because now Lauren is in those handcuffs, but she says she didn't know about it so they handcuff Alona too. And I- she's trying to explain she didn't do anything wrong but we get taken to the station and then they separate us --um, the two girls, and then allie-"

"Alona."

"And- and Alona gets interviewed by this cop, and she's practically crying and she doesn't know anything, but the cop is really demanding and asks a lot of questions and-"

William reached into another box and put a vibrator on the desk.

"Fuck no," I said, and I flushed from head to toe.

"Continue," William snapped.

"Shit... shit..." Girl in handcuffs, cop, vibrator, I mean shit how else could it go?

"And I... I mean... shit... so I -- so Alona doesn't know anything about this but the cop says he's narcotics and there's been some bad ecstasy in the clubs and I'm going to tell him- shit, Alona is going to tell him everything she knows, and when she says she doesn't know anything he suddenly d-drags her across the desk and pulls her skirt- shit, I can't do this! This is so fucked up!"

"The experiment must continue."

"But-"

"The experiment must continue. You will do exactly as I say. Alona's skirt is pulled up. Then?"

"Then he- he turns on the vibrator, and tells her he'll be nice if she tells what she knows, but... if she doesn't tell him everything he'll do things that- that hurt... he slides the vibrator over her clit, she's not wearing panties because she's -- she's not allowed-"

Shit, I couldn't believe what I was doing. I should never have said that and I was very glad I was staring down at the vibrator.

"She doesn't know anything, but he doesn't believe she could be ignorant and he uses the vibrator slowly at first. She -- she should be horrified but his power over her body is hypnotic, but still she's fighting against what he's doing, but he's holding her down and she can't struggle forever and the vibrator is so intense and it feels so good, it shouldn't be but it is, and suddenly he shoving fingers into her, and then fucking her with the vibe and grabbing her boobs and she's half-sobbing because this isn't supposed to feel good and then he put a hand over her mouth and says Listen! And she does and faintly she hears another woman sobbing, it's Lauren-"

William put a camera on the table. I moaned, shaking in a kind of horrified shame, flushed, nipples hard and very visible though the tight, stretchy cloth.

"And-and then he says do you want to watch what's happening to her, and I don't but I don't dare say it and he turns on a screen and she's over another cop's lap and she's being spanked and then fucked with his fingers, and my cop -- Alona's cop says "I know you don't know anything but you're wet and I'm going to fuck you while you watch your girlfriend get forced to confess, and then he gets behind me and holds me so tight over the desk with my wrists behind my back and it hurts and I'm not allowed to move and I have to stare and Lauren's pushed to her knees and forced to suck cock and then another cop comes up behind her and she's made to get on tiptoes and now she wants to confess but she's being fucked from behind and choked-"

"Stop." He put the three objects back in boxes, and turned to a keyboard.

"Would you describe yourself as 'aroused'?"

Shaking, I fled.

+++

To get to my desk I had to pass the door to The Room. No one else was around. William was in back, probably laughing to himself (I blushed again), the service was taking calls, and the only other help that was ever in the offices was part time and never here at lunch.

I leaned my ear against the door. The soundproofing was good and words were hard to make out, especially Lauren's, but...

"Are the restraints hurting?"

A sound that might have been Yes.

"Good. You're being a bitch, Lauren. You don't want to yield to your own nature, that's your choice. You're not going to cockblock me with anyone else. Allie is my fucktoy, and if I have to have you in here, bound, gagged, and watching what I do to her..."

"I'll quit."

"The strange thing is, I won't think you will. Turning the vibrator up in three... two... one..."

A gasp, and then a moan.

"What happens if you come?"

Incoherent reply.

"And then?"

"Turn it down," she moaned. "Please."

"Turning it up in five... four... three..."

"Please! No!"

"Then suck it!"

Gagging noises.

[I have to stop. I don't know why picturing pretty girls having to suck cock gets to me but fuck! Ten minute break.]

I knew what was happening to me. I was losing innocence. It's not really about Dr K opening my legs and taking what he wants. It's... finding out how deep and dark my desires go, all the twisted cravings that start to open up when you let sexuality become part of your life. Dr K is all about teaching me submission. Lauren is a study in reluctance and humiliation. Fuck knows what William was going to be, but in that one brief visit I felt more like a puppy being trained than a women being taught. None of that should be hot, but I was literally feeling a trickle of wetness on my leg as I leaned against that door. I was raised to believe that sex is an equal partnership between a girl and a guy. Maybe parents have to teach that or daughters will go off the rails at fourteen, I don't know. But now I know it's not true. Worse, I know I don't even want it to be true.

Through the door I heard her gasp for air, and faint slapping noises. His monster cock slapping against her shaking lips? Oh fuck.

"Are you going to fuck with Alona's head again?"

"She's only a girl, she doesn't know anything, why are you even-"

More gagging noises, and a faint hum. He'd turned the vibrator up. I staggered away from the door before I heard something that would turn me inside out. I didn't want to know how dark he got with her, it terrified me. He'd been firm but kind with me and I needed to believe that was what he was like deep down.

I blotted up in the bathroom and made my way to the desk -- smelling roses as I did. Aw shit. I went back to the bathroom and blotted again.

But then I settled into my chair and picked up the messages from the answering service and answering machine, and did receptionist things, the stuff I was paid to do. It took a half an hour to get caught up with it all, at the end of which I realized two things:

1. As I settled into this job, it was obvious it was more like a part time job, and as I learned the ropes (ok, bad metaphor), I'd have idle time. What Dr K would use to fill that idle time worried me.
   
   



2. Dr K was still in there with Lauren.
   
   

I checked his schedule and his next appointment was in thirty more minutes. Should I knock on the door and remind him no I fucking would NOT do that because fuck knows what I'd see and what he'd make me do, I was fine right here and anyway it was time to start, um, shit... I was out of things to do and there were no patients to deal with for another half hour and he was still in there.

I fretted. I couldn't go back and listen. I couldn't.

Fuck, I wanted to. Fuck!

No. I didn't want to know. If he was getting off on her, that was bad. If he was being cruel, that was bad. Nothing I was going to hear back there was going to make my day better. I didn't want to know.

Fuck, I can't even lie to myself.

With a slow sigh, I stood up and crept down the corridor. As I got close, I heard a faint, but desperate moan. Shaking, I pressed my ear to the door.

"Can't, please no more no, please stop! Fuck! Please NO, NOT THE WAND!"

"Almost time for another orgasm. You'll be completely silent this time..."

Sobbing. "No, I can't, I can't, I can't! I CAN't! Please I can't, I -- I --Oh shit too much, too much, too m-m-m-mu-"

"Two fingers this time? Feel that, inch by inch... are you going to fuck with Alona anymore?"

"I'm co-com-comi-"

"Not yet." I heard a slapping noise, and frantic sobbing.

"Are you going to fuck with Alona anymore."

"N- No- No- Please, it hurts! I have to come! FUCK-"

I stepped away shuddering, stumbled on the nosebleed high heels, and -- of course -- fell against the door.

So let me just say it, ok? It's not immature to listen at doors because I'm only nineteen, which isn't mature to start with. And I'm unsteady on high heels because, yup, I'm nineteen and don't wear heels nearly four inches tall very often. And maybe making women plead for orgasm and then slap them isn't so shocking when you're all old and experienced in kinky sex, but it's not something I know anything about so of course I freaked out, lost my balance and stumbled. Nothing else was even a possible outcome. When fate wants to spank your ass, you might as well just pull the panties down.

The door opened immediately and a firm grip on my wrist ensured I went through it. I think I was whimpering.

Lauren was naked except for a shelf bra that I didn't think she'd been wearing earlier, and her shoes. She was bound, more like trussed, to a padded bench, on her back, legs apart, wrists tied to the bench legs. An IV stand covered with rods and clamps was being used to keep one of those huge wand vibrators against her clit, and some sort of glass tube, glowing faintly purple, was positioned near a nipple. A mirror was positioned over her face so she could see herself. She was wearing a dog collar on her throat. But all I could really focus on was her face; she was tear-streaked and she looked about ten years old, a little scared lost girl who needed her daddy and found a monster instead. For someone who was so bitchy and confident and strong as Lauren always seemed, it was a shocking, chilling transformation.

"Lauren has something to say to you," Dr K said, somewhat grimly. I suddenly realized he was naked from the waist down, and that erection... I swallowed and looked back at Lauren.

"I'm- I'm s-sorry," she sobbed. "Il-lied to you, I'm sorry Alona, I w-wwon't l-l-lie again I pr-promise I'm- oh fuck can I c-c-c-c- please-"

"Well done. Come," Dr K said sharply, and Lauren became incoherent, writhing in her bonds. Dr K pushed two fingers into her suddenly and roughly, and snapped "Harder", and her screams and glazed eyes told the story of a woman who had been pushed until she had nothing left. I looked away, shaking harder.

"As for you, Alona... listening at doors when you should be at your desk? I have a practice to run so I can't deal with this now, but this will be handled during your after work meeting with me. Trust me it will. Get to your desk."

I'd never run in high heels before. I was better at it than I expected.

++

There's a clock at my desk. It's an evil clock today.

1:05pm. I glance out the little window near my desk and see William escorting Lauren to her car. I'm shaking on her behalf, from remembering what I saw. Dr K had been completely ruthless with her, just for lying to me. He'd been protecting me, I told myself, and I believed it, but still it was a little terrifying.

1:42pm. Phone calls. Schedules. Women in their late twenties to early forties, some of them hot, paraded past me for their fifteen to forty five minute appointments with Dr K. I can't not think about what he does with them, even though I know it's tame compared to the special project I helped him with yesterday. I can't help hating all his patients.

3:06pm. Sorting through files. The office still has reams of paper files and an accident with a handcart before I joined, got them scrambled. I've decided on my own to straighten this out. None of what's in here is any of my business but of course some words jump out at me. No, I'm not going to talk about what's in there. There are some scary, scary people out there and they all seem to have Dr K's number. In the end I have to break because I run across a file from a thirty two year old nymphomanic (that's not the written diagnosis, but let's call it what it is) who was a sex worker and needed help because she couldn't make herself insist on being paid. It was a mixture of erotic and terribly sad , but it does remind me that this office does actual therapy.

3:40pm. The last appointment of the day is 4:30 and is scheduled for 45 minutes. I'm guessing I'm going to be wanted in The Room at 5:30pm, which I can't help noticing is only 110 minutes away. Less than two hours.

As far as I know, Dr K didn't actually fuck Lauren, and while he did make her suck him I didn't get the impression she'd gotten him off. And although the details are sketchy, I don't think he usually fucks any of his patients. He told me once that he didn't, anyway. He'd tortured me with his cock a little.

In other words he'd been deeply, intensely sexual with a number of women all day but had not come, and when he got me alone there would be exactly one thing he needed.

I swallowed. This wasn't exactly a shock or anything. I knew why he wanted me here. I was here to be beautiful and open my legs and oh fuck, it starts to sink in that Dr K, a man that half the town clearly has the hots for, needs to fuck me this evening.

I dart for the bathroom with my makeup kit. Shit shit shit, he'd dressed me pretty, but makeup was my problem -- oh fuck the perfume he'd given me. I daubed a tiny bit more on and then shook because now that smell would forever be the scent of opening my legs for him. That and roses. And his aftershave. Fuck, he was filling my world with things that would remind me of him, was he doing it on purpose? Of course he was.

I touched up my makeup. Twice. No, I can't stay in here, I need to be at my desk!

4:22pm. Shit shit shit shit...

4:24pm. I'm wet. Fuck I'm wet, and there's less than an hour to go. Oh shit, the phone.

It's Dr K's last appointment calling, she's stuck at the airport and can't possibly make her appointment and needs to reschedule. Way to give proper advance cancellation notice, bitch. Ok, I can- wait. Oh shit. He doesn't have a 4:30 any more. He and I are alone in the office and as of now, he's free. Frantically I scan the last-minute list. No one's specified Tuesday 4:30pm as a backup appointment. Of course not. They are home cooking dinner for their husbands, I think, cattily.

I hang up, swallow, and hit the button for his office. He picked up immediately.

"Dr K, your last appointment for the day has just cancelled, and rescheduled for next Tuesday at noon."

"Good. Take your blouse off."

"I- what?" My hands are shaking.

"You heard me."

No patients in the lobby, no one else here. The window off to the side is small and maybe no one will look in. But maybe someone will.

"Y-yes, Dr K, I'll just head to the room now..."

Such a girl thing to say, I thought desperately. I know perfectly well he didn't tell me to go to the room. I know perfectly well he wants me stripping right here. I know perfectly well that trying to act all "of course I knew you meant I should go to the room" wasn't going to work.

"Take it off where you are. Leave it off. And wait."

He didn't have the kind of business where walk-in clients were likely. Did he? It was my second day. I didn't know.

"Yes, Dr K."

I hung up and carefully removed the pearls, and then, after a deep breath, my top. And whimpered. My nipples were sticking out. I was wet. I was going to be punished.

I couldn't get the way Lauren begged, out of my head. Bound, sobbing, pleading, while Dr K looked on, sternly impassive, with a huge erection. His face, emotionless, just a hint of disapproval... I shivered. Disapproval. I'd listened at the door, what the hell had I been thinking? Now he was going to punish me, and I could barely breathe.

"Attractive nipples," said a slight German accent.

"FUCK!" I screamed, diving for my top. "You left, what the fuck are you-"

William chuckled as I clutched the thin black cloth in front of me. "I didn't leave, I just got Lauren to her car and made sure she'd be able to get home." He eyed me, slowly, and smiled. "Put the cloth down," he said, very softly.

For a moment, his suggestion seemed reasonable, and I started to comply. And then I shivered at how bizarre that was. "What? No! Go away!"

His smile grew wider, slowly. "You hand twitched. Interesting..."

I heard a door open from the hallway. Dr K was coming. William heard it as well, and nodded to me. "Good evening, pretty Alona. Enjoy your evening."