The Estate - Day 04.5

Sophia slowly pulled Myrick into the room then stood up. She looked back and forth between Margaret and Myrick franticly said, "I'm so sorry... I... I... I need you to fuck me..."

She turned around and spread open her legs as she pleaded, "Please..."

Myrick didn't hesitate. He was in the same frame of mind and without warning or asking permission, from the young woman or his wife, he forced his cock into Sophia's young cunt.

She cried out, "YES... YES... OHHHHH... YESSSS..." As her body stiffened and she began to climax with his initial penetration.

Myrick was too aroused to be nice and he grabbed her hips and thrust his cock into her, pushed her back and then thrust hard back into her. About ten powerful strokes later he was filling her tight young pussy with his cum as he grunted and moaned. She cried out as her body shook as she peaked again.

When their climaxes subsided, Sophia dropped her head to the exam table and started crying, "What is wrong with me that I have to steal some woman's husband and fuck him in front of her..."

She reached around and pushed Myrick away, stood up then turned around. She looked Margaret straight in the eyes and said, "I am so sorry... I... I... I just can't stop myself... That's why I'm here to see the Doctor."

It was not until she stopped talking that she noticed Margaret was rubbing her clit with one hand as her other hand balanced herself against the wall. Even though she recognized both of them from the personnel records, it was Margaret's missing leg that confirmed just how badly she had screwed up by screwing Myrick.

"SHIT!!" Sophia cried, "I just had to pick the Manager's husband to fuck... SHIT, SHIT, SHIT! ... I'm so sorry... Margaret , I'll tender my resignation and leave this afternoon."

"It's not your fault Sophia," Dr. Taylor said from behind Margaret, "It's also not their fault either... If you three will follow me to my office I will explain. You all have a shared interest in these test results."

Sophia stopped off in the restroom to wash herself out and sat next to Margaret in front of Dr. Taylor's desk.

Dr. Taylor closed and locked his door before sitting down. He then looked at Margaret and said, "I need to tell her about the Venus effects. It's related to her condition."

Margaret turned to Sophia and said, "Sophia, I'm going to give you a choice. I can accepted your resignation and you can leave. If you leave, I suspect your condition will clear up in about two to three weeks."

Doctor Taylor nodded and Margaret paused to looked at the concern on the young woman's face as she did she relaxed and smiled as her missing leg grew warm and her missing toes felt like they were being tickled.

Margaret continued, "If you choose to stay, which I hope you do, we're going to tell you a secret only a handful of people know. Not even our children know this secret. You will have to keep it to yourself and between the four of us. If you agree to keep this secret I can guarantee you will never have to leave the Estate. You will have a permanent job of some kind and a permanent place to live here."

Sophia nodded her understanding and thought for a moment. She looked into Margaret's now smiling face and something clicked. She decided to stay.

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It was time for Desmond to transform his appearance again. With a practiced plan in mind he stopped at the first barber he found. He treated himself to straight razor shave and a long overdue haircut. He also changed the color of his hair.

His next stop was at a men's suit store just a few doors down. When he emerged his tattered trench coat and wide brimmed hat were gone replaced by someone new wearing a pinstriped suit and a fedora hat.

After his personal renovation he stopped at the bank. He made a large withdrawal and gained access to his safety deposit box.

When Desmond returned to the bank lobby he asked to use one of their empty offices to make some private phone calls. As a valued customer with a large amount of funds on deposit the bank manager even offered the assistance of one of the tellers if he needed them.

He respectfully declined and closed the office door. He sat down at the desk and powered up his phone.

When he completed his calls he thanked the manager for the use of the office and waited in the lobby facing away from any cameras until a young lady in a skirt suit entered the building.

As Desmond stood up and approached her as she said, "Hi Boss where too today?"

Desmond said, "Dixie, thank you for coming to get me. How's Dixon doing?"

As he followed her out to the car she replied, "You don't need to thank me for doing my job Boss. Dixon is doing great. He has not had an episode in six days. He is doing so much better and he really feels good about himself, his job and the two of us."

When they reached the car she wrapped her arms around Desmond and hugged him as she said into his ear, "I can't thank you enough for all you have done for us. I really can't. He really is doing much better and it's all thanks to you, your home, our jobs and the love you have shown both of us. Thank you so much."

She pulled back and stared into his smiling eyes and asked, "Did you want to sit up front like you normally do? I'll pull my skirt up and you know you're more than welcome to play with me down their anytime you want."

Desmond replied, "Not today, but thank you for the wonderful offer. My plans changed un-expectantly." He opened his phone and asked, "Would you take me to this address please?"

Dixie nodded and she held the door open as Desmond got in the back. When she pulled the car out into traffic he asked, "Dixie, would you raise the privacy screen please?"

Dixie nodded and pressed a button on the dash. A black padded panel quietly raised between them.

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Deirdre sat still as someone walked down the stairs. She had fallen asleep and when she woke she continued to pretend to be asleep so no-one would talk to her. She looked up with one eye and did not recognize the man by sight, but she did by smell. He had the same 'old world' meets Good Will aroma that she smelled just before her feet left the ground and her body met the window. "That's him" she thought. He stopped at one of the doors then he went down the hallway. She quietly picked up her book and shoved it into her backpack and as he departed through the laundry room, she followed him cautiously.

She thought about catching up to him and confronting him, but he could easily run away if he wanted and with her sore ankle she could never catch up to him. He was already walking faster than she could keep up without her ankle hurting too much. "No," she thought, "I need to corner him in a place where he can't run. He needs to take responsibility for saving my miserable life... he needs to take ownership of this situation."

She followed him until he went into a barber shop. Fortunately there was a bus stop across the street and she could sit a watch him inside as he treated himself to shave and a haircut. She thought she had lost him when a bus stopped in front of her blocking her view until she realized he had shaved off his beard and mustache and cut his hair short. He had also changed his hair color.

Deirdre was surprised at how different he looked. If it was not for the fact he was wearing the same tattered trench coat she would not have recognized him. He stepped out into the sun, put on the worn wide brimmed hat and started walking. She followed him from the opposite side of the street.

His next stop was at a men's suit store just a few blocks down. When he emerged his tattered trench coat and wide brimmed hat were gone replaced by someone new wearing a pinstriped suit and a fedora hat.

Deirdre resumed her surveillance. She had starting following him to find out where she could corner him, but now she was curious about how and why the disheveled man that saved her life now appeared to be a rather wealthy and... well... a very good looking gentleman.

She followed him to a bank. He seemed perturbed and annoyed at every traffic light or flyer pusher that got in his way. Deirdre felt the same way... they were just delays in getting to her destination when it happened to her.

She followed him in ducked into the ladies room where she quickly changed clothes and returned to the lobby and found a seat where she could see everything that was happening.

She watched as the manager took him into the vault. When he came out the manager let him use one of the empty offices. After ten minutes or so he emerged and she moved to where he could not see her. Deirdre assumed he was waiting for someone. She was right.

Deirdre watched as several people came and went, but none seemed to interest him until a young lady wearing a skirt suit and a cap entered the lobby. The man stood up and the two talked briefly before he followed her outside.

Deirdre quickly went after them and watched as they pulled away in a black sedan. Deirdre memorized the license plate. She did her best to keep up on her sore ankle and for once the traffic and lights were in her favor.

Her lady luck had been a cruel companion most of her life, but today she seemed to be on vacation. She almost lost them several times, when they turned onto another street, but traffic was really bad at this time of day, which was good for Deirdre. She had never been so lucky and she had no clue that her momentary luck was just the tip of the iceberg.

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Sophia asked, "So the flowers are affecting my sex drive which is why I'm... aroused all of the time?"

Doctor Taylor nodded and said, "Yes, it affects everyone differently. May I ask, when did you have your first period?"

Sophia turned red and looked at Margaret then at Myrick then back to Dr. Taylor as she said, "Just about a year ago; right before my eighteenth birthday. The Doctor at the free clinic said I was just a late bloomer. That was when I started taking my birth control shots too."

Doctor Taylor nodded knowingly, "That's what I thought. Your test results are consistent with someone who is going through puberty. Puberty enhances the effect which is why you have to be eighteen to work here. Being a late bloomer like you said, the effect the flowers are having on you is... amplified."

Doctor Taylor paused, then looked at Myrick, "Your test results are very similar Myrick. I think you are suffering from some sort of second adolescence due to your advanced age. All three of you are showing the same hormonal patterns of puberty."

Margaret muttered, "I thought they were pimples..."

Doctor Taylor nodded and continued, "I've got some more tests to run. I also want all three of you to come in weekly so I can monitor your hormone levels. I can give you some medications to reduce your sex drives, but the side effects are not pleasant. The cure may be worse than the sickness."

Margaret asked, "Is there any reason why we can't continue as we are? Will our health be in any danger?"

Doctor Taylor replied, "No... where and how you satisfy your cravings will be more dangerous than the fact you all are suffering from an induced form of Persistent Arousal Syndrome. PAS is a very serious condition and has driven some to suicide. It can be physically exhausting and mentally taxing especially for those that can never achieve a satisfying climax. You three will suffer from some of the same symptoms, but focusing on your work, or climaxing as often as possible will help to manage your symptoms and provide some temporary relief."

Doctor Taylor looked at Sophia and said, "Sophia, your symptoms should start to lessen in a couple of years, four at most. If you stay here at the Estate. If you leave the influence of the flowers your symptoms will lessen over a few weeks. But, if you leave and come back, it may hit you twice as hard. In either case your judgement will be impaired when it comes to sex and sex partners. Do you have a partner you can trust; someone who can take care of your needs?"

Sophia shook and lowered her head as Doctor Taylor said, "You need to find someone who will understand and accept your condition. Someone who can help take care of your needs, otherwise what happened a few minutes ago will happen again and again. At least until you outgrow the changes your body is going through."

He looked at the older couple and said, "Myrick, Margaret, I'm not sure about you two. I don't know if this is a phase you're going through or if it will be permanent. I have one other patient who has been going through this same kind of condition for the past several years. Even his four lovers have told me they are having a hard time keeping up with his sexual needs. Sex for them has become something they just do all of the time, almost non-stop; each one of his lovers take turns helping him. He refuses any other treatment."

Myrick muttered, "Wouldn't you? What a magnificent malady to be afflicted with."

Margaret slapped his leg as she said, "So at some point this will affect our ability to do our jobs?"

Doctor Taylor nodded sympathetically as he quietly said, "Yes... I think it will at some point. I don't know when."

The room was silent for a moment... a long moment.

Margaret spoke, "But... until it does your recommendation is to just focus on other things as much as possible and satisfy our needs whenever possible."

Doctor Taylor nodded and added, "I'm sorry, it's not the best recommendation in the world. I'm basically telling the three of you that you have a medical reason to climax as often as possible in order to keep your hormones in balance and to maintain your health. The alternative is for me to prescribe one of several drugs that will basically shut down your sex drive altogether. Drugs that could have far worse side effects."

Margaret turned to Sophia and said, "Dear... I have a proposal for you..."

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Dixie flashed the interior light to warn Desmond before she lowered the privacy screen.

He ended his phone call and he looked out at the front door to the building the service had directed him too. He told Dixie "I'm not sure how long I will be here." She replied, "I'll park and wait for you in the lobby Boss."

Desmond nodded, exited the car on his own and entered the building. He went up to the front desk and asked to send a message to "Darlene" letting her know her date was waiting in the lobby. The front desk clerk called and spoke with her. The clerk then informed Desmond that she was running just a little late and would be down soon.

Desmond replied, "Fine. When she comes down could you have her join me in the restaurant next door?"

"Yes Sir," was the clerk's response to Desmond's generous tip.

Desmond entered the restaurant and spoke to the hostess. He explained he was waiting for someone and asked to be seated in a booth that was as private as possible. She escorted him to the far end of the restaurant. There were no other guests near him and he was quite pleased that the booth was around the corner and not clearly visible from the front entrance. She smiled and nodded as he handed her a nice tip and thanked her for the privacy.

Desmond sat down and ordered a glass of wine. The waiter returned with his glass of wine. He explained to the waiter he was waiting for someone. The waiter nodded and disappeared.

He picked up the menu and saw a young woman come around the corner. At first he thought it was Darlene... "Shit", he thought, "It's her. This is not what I had planned. I was hoping to start on the next one... not her again... so soon."

He looked her over and reconsidered, "However... if I do this right I might be able to take care of both at the same time."

She tossed her backpack onto the booth seat across from him and sat down. He had to drop his menu in order to stop his wine glass from toppling over as she barged into the opposing bench seat.

Deirdre glared at 'Desmond' and said, "You shit-head. You saved my life today and now you are responsible for me. Anything I do, anything I fuck up is on you. You owe me."

Desmond looked at her for a moment thinking. He had not seen her up close before. He took a moment to look at her, particularly her eyes; she had very pretty eyes. Soft, yet very intense right now; they showed just how passionate she could be.

Her hair was black, deep dark black, but its length was hidden under her hoodie. He was not that rusty he thought, she had to have some skills he was not aware of if she followed him this far. He was impressed that she was able to follow him undetected, and with a sprained ankle. Her injury was obvious to him the way she was favoring it as she approached his booth.

He looked at her, she looked at him. In fact she was staring at him in anger, a smoldering seething anger was more like it.

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Dixie flashed the interior light to warn Desmond before she lowered the privacy screen.

He ended his phone call and he looked out at the front door to the building the service had directed him too. He told Dixie "I'm not sure how long I will be here." She replied, "I'll park and wait for you in the lobby Boss."

Desmond nodded, exited the car on his own and entered the building. He went up to the front desk and asked to send a message to "Darlene" letting her know her date was waiting in the lobby. The front desk clerk called and spoke with her. The clerk then informed Desmond that she was running just a little late and would be down soon.

Desmond replied, "Fine. When she comes down could you have her join me in the restaurant next door?"

"Yes Sir," was the clerk's response to Desmond's generous tip.

Desmond entered the restaurant and spoke to the hostess. He explained he was waiting for someone and asked to be seated in a booth that was as private as possible. She escorted him to the far end of the restaurant. There were no other guests near him and he was quite pleased that the booth was around the corner and not clearly visible from the front entrance. She smiled and nodded as he handed her a nice tip and thanked her for the privacy.

Desmond sat down and ordered a glass of wine. The waiter returned with his glass of wine. He explained to the waiter he was waiting for someone. The waiter nodded and disappeared.

He picked up the menu and saw a young woman come around the corner. At first he thought it was Darlene... "Shit", he thought, "It's her. This is not what I had planned. I was hoping to start on the next one... not her again... so soon."

He looked her over and reconsidered, "However... if I do this right I might be able to take care of both at the same time."

She tossed her backpack onto the booth seat across from him and sat down. He had to drop his menu in order to stop his wine glass from toppling over as she barged into the opposing bench seat.

Deirdre glared at 'Desmond' and said, "You shit-head. You saved my life today and now you are responsible for me. Anything I do, anything I fuck up is on you. You owe me."

Desmond looked at her for a moment thinking. He had not seen her up close before. He took a moment to look at her, particularly her eyes; she had very pretty eyes. Soft, yet very intense right now; they showed just how passionate she could be.

Her hair was black, deep dark black, but its length was hidden under her hoodie. He was not that rusty he thought, she had to have some skills he was not aware of if she followed him this far. He was impressed that she was able to follow him undetected, and with a sprained ankle. Her injury was obvious to him the way she was favoring it as she approached his booth.

He looked at her, she looked at him. In fact she was staring at him in anger, a smoldering seething anger was more like it.