The Slave's Weekend Ch. 01

"Next up we have Kimber Jefferies. She is the 24 year old secretary for our beloved Bob Maddock in advertising. She likes white wine, a good steak, and romantic comedies."

Kimber strutted out on stage wearing a gold sequined mini dress. Her long, toned, legs were accented by gold six inch heels. Her natural 34 C breasts were pushed up high in her shelf bra, creating amble cleavage in a dress that hugged every curve of her body perfectly.

Kimber popped her hip, reaching the end of the runway, and then flipped the perfectly, softly, curled auburn hair that fell just past her shoulders as her green eyes scanned the crowd of balding, fat, businessmen. Her plump painted lips curled into a smile as she winked at them and returned to the podium with her hands on her swaying hips.

"All of the proceeds for Kimber's auction will be sent to Saint Jude Hospital."

Kimber had signed up for the annual date auction that the company she worked for held every year. She had just began working there last summer. She was going to school part time and was hoping that being around all those executives would offer her a networking opportunity.

"One Thousand."

She smiled down at the first bid. Since it was for charity, and these men were well off, it was no surprise that the bids started to high. It was for a long weekend date. Kimber's co-workers, the other secretaries, had all encouraged her to do it. They had said they all had done it and it was a great way to really learn and get to know the men they worked for.

"Fifteen hundred."

"Twenty five hundred."

Kimber's smile grew as the bids climbed higher and higher. She did a little dance on stage, shaking her hips and seductively posing. The bids came in faster and higher. She giggled and looked off stage. All her co-workers still up for bid gave her a thumbs-up. It was for charity.

The long weekend for Kimber went for thirty seven hundred sixty dollars. She tried to see out into the crowd as the gavel went down and the men cheered, who had won her. However, the bright lights on the stage prevented her from seeing past the first row.

Kimber was ushered off the stage by one of the mailroom clerks, a young intern, who had just graduated. He took her to the company lawyer. The thin man was dressed in his business attire and wore thick framed glasses. He offered her a chair and Kimber sat.

Mark, the lawyer, brought out a thick document and briefly explained it to her. Kimber's understand was that the contract outlined what was expected of her that weekend. She would be going to a hotel, with daily spa treatments, and the man would be taking her out for her meals. She was expected to attend one formal function before the ending of the evening, and then it would be over.

Kimber smiled and signed without reading it. She trusted what Mark had told her. It had outlined her responsibilities but he didn't go into detail as to what those responsibilities were. In hind sight, Kimber knew that if she had read the document, she never would have signed it. However, in that moment, she was drunk on the high amount of money she had earned for her charity.

She didn't meet Frank Billingsly, her weekend date, until the contract was signed. Mark reviewed her signature, signed his own, and then stood. She did as well and he lead her out from behind the stage and through the crowd.

Frank was a tall, robust, gray haired man. Currently, he was seated in a pinstripe, expertly tailored, suit. He had a glass of red wine at his table and was surrounded by other middle-aged men.

"Mr. Billingsly, I present Kimber Jeffereies. Here is the contract, fully signed by her. Just need your signature Sir."

Mark offered him the thick packet. Kimber nodded to the steel eyed man and offered her hand for shaking. His gray eyes looked her up and down and he smiled smugly.

His attentions shifted the paperwork. He signed swiftly and then waved Mark away once her had notarized the document.

"I will be back swiftly Sir with your copy."

Kimber's hand fell at her side. She frowned. He wasn't even going to be nice about it? Kimber forced a smile on her face, it would only be a few days, and it was for charity.

"Thank you Mr. Billingsly." Mark turned to Kimber. "Good luck Miss Jefferies."

Kimber furrowed her brow and turned watching Mark walk away swiftly. Kimber stood awkwardly. There were no chairs left at his table. Frank made no effort to get her a seat either. He sipped his wine and returned to conversing with the men at his table.

The longer she stood the more painful her heels became. The more pain she felt the more annoyed she became. She crossed her arms and tapped her foot looking around the room as the auction continued.

As a waiter walked past, Kimber attempted to get his attention. He ignored her. She sighed exasperated. When she went to leave, to find a seat, and relieve her aching feet, Frank reached out and grabbed her wrist.

"No." It was all he said before returning to the men at his table.

She looked down at pale paw on her wrist and gaped at him. She was appalled. Did he expect her to just stand there all night?

"Excuse me?" She addressed him directly.

His hand still on her wrist, he did not acknowledge her. The men at the table looked from her to him uncomfortably. Frank continued his conversation and the men awkwardly obliged him.

Kimber tried to free herself and looked around the room for signs of help. She had agreed to a weekend date. She had not agreed to be with an asshole. She was looking for Mark; surely there was a loophole in the contract for asshat-ness.

To her surprise, no one seemed to pay her any mind. No one seemed to care that this man was holding her and she couldn't get free. As a matter of fact, no one seemed to be looking at her at all.

Mark did return and offered a copy of the contract to Frank. He took it, looked it over and then thanked Mark. Kimber tried to get his attention but Mark purposely avoided her eyes. She called to him directly, he said nothing. He quickly turned and left the table.

The next hour or so, she stood painfully, in the heels she cursed buying, with Frank's hand on her wrist. The whole time she was ignored. Her co-workers that had convinced her to join the auction were sold off one by one. She watched as they joined the men at their tables, sat with them, and laughed and drank. All the while, Kimber stood uncomfortably with a man who had yet to address her.

With a tug, and a gasp from Kimber, she fell into Frank's lap. She looked at him, disgusted, and attempted to climb out of his lap. However, his arm was around her waist and held her firm in place.

"You have got to be kidding me!"

He glared at her. "You will only speak when spoken to."

"Excuse me?"

The men at the table with Frank immediately quieted and looked from one to the other.

"You will speak when spoken to only. I will not repeat myself again."

"You have got some nerve buddy."

Frank raised an eyebrow and pushed her off his lap. She fell to the floor briefly before Frank rose and put his hand in her hair. He tugged hard and she screamed, reaching up clawing at his hand. He dragged her through the hall, kicking and flailing. No one came to her aid.

Frank dragged her into the men's restroom and barked that everyone get out. The room emptied, Kimber was still screaming for help. Not one person acknowledged her.

Frank locked the bathroom door and released her hair. He stood, with the door to his back, and crossed his arms over his ample belly.

Kimber glared at him once more and rose to her feet. Realizing she had lost one of her heels in the fight to get her out of the main hall. She quickly removed the other and tried to straighten her dress that had risen up.

"Let me out. You can't keep me prisoner."

"On the contrary, did you not read what you signed?"

Kimber opened her mouth. She had not.

"I didn't think so. You see, you are mine for the weekend. There are no limits. There are no rules. You are mine for the next three days. You are obligated to be at my side. I am obligated to take you to a hotel and to one formal event. I am obligated to feed you and provide for you. You are obligated to do as I say." Frank pulled the paper from inside his suit pocket. "You signed it. I signed it. Mark was our witness that you were not under duress. You offered yourself up for a public auction. My dear, you are mine for the next three days to do as I wish. So if I want to keep you prisoner. That is exactly what I will do."

Kimber shook her head and snatched the paper from him. She stepped back pacing and reading the document. She gasped. It was true. She had just agreed to be his slave for the weekend. She agreed to be his, no matter what he wanted, for the weekend. She had agreed to do whatever depraved act he asked her to do. She had signed and initialed all the boxes.

She gaped, and looked up at him, tears welling in her eyes. "I didn't know."

He chuckled. "And whose fault is that?"

"But."

Frank uncrossed his arms and began to approach her. She was staring at the document bewildered. He gently took the paperwork from her hand and put it back in his jacket pocket. His hand went under her chin and he raised her eyes to meet his.

"First lesson in business is to read before you sign."

"What are you going to do to me?"

He smiled and ran his hand down her neck and over the swell of her breasts pushed provocatively up in her dress. His eyes were not leaving hers, and hers not leaving his. Though her bottom lip was quivering and she was afraid, her skin tingled under his hand.

"Whatever I want."

She took a deep breath. "And what is it you want?"

He tilted his head to the side. Using both hands he grabbed her breasts hard through the sequined dress. She let out a low groan. Her body was betraying her, her nipples got hard. Her heart pounding, her sex began to get warm and wet.

"Right now? I want you to blow me in this men's room, on your knees to show me that you are honoring our contract and so I don't have to take you to court to live up to it."

Kimber's jaw fell open. He squeezed her breasts harder. This time it was painful and she winced, still in shock.

"You don't want the sick kids with cancer at the hospital to miss out on all that donation money, do you?"

Kimber's mind was flooded with emotions and ideas. She had signed a contract; she was legally bound to be his for the weekend. However, was slavery, against one's will legal? Even if it wasn't, could she handle having it go to court? It would surely be in the papers and any hope of her legitimate business career in the future would be smashed. She would always be known as the woman that signed a slave contract.

Tears fell down her face as she fell to her knees in front of him. She had no choice if she wanted a future. She would have to live out the contract. It was only three days. She could survive three days.

Frank chuckled, standing over her. His hands left her breasts when she began to kneel. He was now undoing his belt, undoing his pants, and then slipped the fly down.

"Reach in and get your reward for being a good girl."

Kimber's stomach turned and her pussy clenched. Why was she turned on by the idea of this man speaking to her this way? Why was she turned on by the idea of being his slave? It was so humiliating, so degrading. To call his penis a reward, he was definitely full of himself.

Kimber's slender hand reached into the opening of his pants. She found his semi-erect member inside a pair of boxer briefs. It was entangled in a nest of white curls. She pulled him out and was faced with his uncut cock.

"Take it in your mouth." He stroked the side of her cheek as she leaned forward.

Her green eyes would not rise to his. Instead, she closed them and opened her mouth. She took him in her mouth and felt him pulse. Her tongue slipped into the foreskin and she grazed over the head of his cock. She heard him groan and the warmth fluttered up from her sex throughout her body.

Kimber began to bob her head back and forth as he grew in her mouth. Franks hands rested on either side of her head. He made no attempt to control her pace just held her there. She would not take his full length once he was fully erect. She went half way down once he was fully swollen, so that his cock rested just at the entrance of her throat.

His fingers curled into her hair but again he did not control her head. She twisted and turned. If she was going to have to suck his cock, she was going to do a good job. She only had three days, if she pleased him, maybe he wouldn't be so cruel to her.

Frank groaned and this time he pulled her head downward. His cock pressed deep into her throat. She gagged immediately, spit dribbled down her chin and he laughed when she pulled her head back. He would not allow her to remove his cock from her mouth. She breathed heavily through her nostrils.

Again, he pulled her head down, forcing himself deeper into her throat. This time she retched, but nothing came up. She was not one who had ever deep throated, so she was not used to this kind of treatment.

Her eyes watered, and her nose began to run. Frank continued to control the pace of his cock disappearing in her mouth, down her throat. He would block her airway with each thrust into her. She would gasp for breath when he pulled back. He laughed and groaned at her struggles.

She braced herself against his thighs. She tried to push herself back so that he wouldn't go so deep but the older man was stronger. He would continue to push into her throat. Her pussy was on fire her body was aching. It had been a long time since had been sexual.

Kimber tried to look up, to plead with him with her eyes, to stop the assault on her throat. It was getting sore, her stomach getting closer and closer to spilling its contents the more he thrust into her throat. However, she could not see him over his belly.

With a loud growl, Frank pulled her head back off his cock. Her mouth wide open to take in more air, was filled with the first spurt of cum. A glob of his seed landed on her tongue. Another, her cheek, a third her nostril, and a fourth hit her forehead.

Frank sighed heavily looking down at her as she swallowed. The cum was dripping down her face and she looked around for a towel. While she got to her feet, Frank redid his pants. When she started to step toward the towel dispenser he grabbed her wrist again.

"No my dear. You will wear my cum proudly. It will show that you have accepted the terms of the agreement."

Her eyes widened as she looked at him. Surely he was joking. She would not go out, among her co-workers, looking like this. She turned to the mirror and gasped.

Kimber's eyeliner, mascara, had run. She had dark black circles around her eyes and streaks down her cheeks. It was muddled with the sprays of cum that were not mixing on her face. Her eyes were red rimmed from crying. Snot was dripping out of her nose and drool was dripping down her chin onto the shelf of her breasts.

Frank tugged her wrist. "Come my dear. We must rejoin the party."