Chapter 1

At the end of her rope, a desperate mother who has just been evicted from the low rent duplex where she lives with her fourteen-year-old daughter and is about to lose her job is offered what would normally be an unacceptable alternative. If she agrees to become his sex slave he will take her in and help her put her life back in order. That being the only option open to her she accepts his offer.

My boss stopped on his way across the room when he noticed the tears running down my cheeks. I dabbed at them with the tissue in my hand and apologized for my unprofessional behavior. He stood there silently for a long, tense moment. Mr. Frazier, my employer, is not a nice man and the last word anyone would use to describe him is sympathetic. Like everyone else working here I try very hard not to do anything to draw his attention.

He continued to stand there glaring at me for another minute or two before saying, “In my office, Nicole. I’ll join you in a moment.”

I tried to tell him I just need a minute to pull myself together but he’s already walking away. I wiped my eyes again, blew my nose, grabbed some clean tissues, stood up and, keeping my head down to avoid drawing more attention from my coworkers I walked to his office at the far end of the room. I went in and stood in front of his desk, still struggling to get my tears under control. Mr. Frazier doesn’t approve of his employees displaying emotion. It’s “unprofessional.”

It was probably ten minutes before Mr. Frazier returned. I managed to stop crying by that time but I needed to go to the restroom to wash my face and make myself look presentable. I know I must look like crap.

He finally returned, closed his office door and sat down in the plush leather executive chair behind his large, ornate desk. He sat there in silence for far too long before he shook his head in obvious disgust and demanded, “Explain yourself.”

There isn’t even a hint of sympathy in his tone, not that I was expecting any compassion from him. I sighed and tried to explain that my life is collapsing around me. “I’m sorry, sir. I’m having a lot of money problems. I fell behind in my rent and my landlord called me just before lunch to tell me I’m being evicted from our home unless I bring my rent up to date by five this evening. I don’t have the money. I just had a large car repair. My daughter was out with some friends a few weeks ago and her friends vandalized a car. She swears she didn’t take part and her friends said she tried to make them stop but a witness said she took part. I had to pay a quarter of the cost of the repairs to the car or she would be arrested and have to face the juvenile court judge where she was very likely to be convicted of a felony and I had no money for an attorney. I’m sorry about breaking down. It just seems like my entire world is falling down around me. My bank account is totally drained but even if it wasn’t there’s no way I can come up with two months’ rent. I have no idea what I’m going to do.”

He glared at me for a long moment as if I’m the cause of all my problems before finally sighing and saying, “It’s a shame, Nicole. You’ve been a good worker. I guess I’m going to have to let you go. I can’t trust someone who has all those money problems handling my accounts.”

I didn’t bother to beg him not to fire me. I knew it wouldn’t do any good. I muttered, “No, of course you can’t, sir. I’ll go clear out my desk.”

I was almost to his office door before he said, “Nicole, I might be able to offer you a way out of the mess you’ve gotten yourself into. You won’t be happy about it but it has to be better than being broke and homeless.”

I’ve never heard of Mr. Frazier doing anything nice for anyone! I can’t imagine he’s going to ruin that reputation for me. But I stopped and turned back to face him. I did my best to dry my eyes again and waited for him to explain his offer.

We stared at each other in silence for a long moment before he said, “You’re a very attractive woman, Nicole.”

That one short sentence pretty much explained his offer. But, as offensive as it is, there are no other offers on the table. I have to at least listen so I stood there and waited for him to explain, though I’m pretty sure it isn’t an offer I’ll be able to accept.

After a long silence he said, “If I recall correctly, you recently turned thirty-two. But I must say you look much younger. You could easily pass for a woman in her early twenties. You’ve been divorced for, what, eight or nine years now?”

“Ten years next month.”

“Do you date?”

I shook my head.

He didn’t quite leer at me. But he raised an eyebrow and his expression struck me as more than a little suggestive. No longer being quite so careful about his choice of words he said, “I imagine you could use a good hard dick after ten years of abstinence.”

I know I should storm out of there. But as offensive as he is deliberately being, I’m still homeless and flat broke so I stood there and waited for him to go on.

He seemed to become more confident when I didn’t react like a decent woman should react to that statement. He leaned back in his chair and looking a lot more relaxed and in charge he said, “Here’s what I’m willing to offer you. You and your daughter can move into my house. I’ll pay off all your bills. I’ll feed you, clothe you and provide you with a place to live. In as much as I’ll be supporting you, your pay will be reduced by half until such time as you are once more able to support yourself.

“In exchange, you will become my total slave. You will never say no to me, no matter how outrageous my demands, and I can promise you they will be outrageous. It’s obvious from the expression on your face you understand we’re talking about you becoming my sex slave. You will have sex with me any time I require it, wherever and in whatever manner. And it won’t be just me. Your body will belong to me. Any questions?”

“What about my daughter?”

“I’ve seen her photograph on your desk. She’s very attractive. I won’t rape her. But I intend to attempt to seduce her.”

“She’s only fourteen!!”

“The perfect age to begin learning about sex and I’d love to be her instructor.”

I stood there staring at the wall behind him for several minutes until he prompted, “Well?”

I’m so desperate I think I’d take him up on his obscene offer. But I can’t. I can’t put my daughter in his hands. Oh god! I can’t think! I need to talk to Paula.

I’m surprised that he seems to be waiting so patiently for my answer. He still looks pretty confident. I guess we both understand that I really only have one option. I finally moaned and responded, “I need to talk to my daughter before I give you my answer.”

“What time does school get out?”

“Three.”

“You can leave here at two-thirty. Go pick her up. If you decide not to accept my offer don’t bother to call me. If you decide to accept my offer go home and pack your things. Empty out your car, too. It should have been junked years ago. Call me, let me know and I’ll pick you up and take you to my home. Do you have a lot to move? Will we need a truck?”

“No. It’s a small, furnished duplex. I’ve pawned anything I had of value. We’re left with not much more than our clothes and toiletries, a few books and CDs. The rest of our possessions aren’t worth moving.”

I turned and headed for the door but I only took two or three steps before he said, “Before you go back to your desk come over here for a moment. He pointed to a space right beside his chair.

When I was standing where he pointed he looked me over closely for a moment and as calm as could be, as if it wasn’t the least bit outrageous, he said, “Lift your skirt up to your waist and turn around slowly.”

I think my heart rate doubled and I was having trouble breathing. Can I even do this?!!

But if I can’t, I won’t be able to do the really humiliating things he has planned for me in which case I might as well just keep walking until I’m standing in the middle of the fast lane of the nearest interstate highway. My hands are shaking uncontrollably but after a long pause to gather my courage I gripped the sides of my not quite knee length skirt and began to slowly lift it. No man has seen me in my underwear in ten years. I think the only reason I’m able to do what he wants me to do is that I can’t see him. I’m staring at the painting hanging on the wall behind him. This is going to be almost impossible.

I gathered the material until my skirt was around my waist and my panties totally exposed. I know my face is bright red. My skin is tingling like crazy. I took a deep breath and turned in a slow circle. When I was facing him again he placed his hand on my upper thigh only an inch from my panties and said, “I don’t like pantyhose. After you leave here go to the restroom, remove them and dispose of them. You won’t be wearing them again. Are all your panties like the ones you’re wearing?”

“Pretty much, yes sir.”

“Don’t bother packing them. Those have to go, too.”

It wasn’t until that moment that it struck me. I’ve already surrendered!! It wasn’t a conscious decision. But obviously my subconscious mind has already accepted the terms of his outrageous agreement or I wouldn’t be holding my skirt around my waist to entertain him. I guess I knew I was going to have to accept his humiliating offer. There are still no other options on the table.

Just before he removed his hand from my leg he slid it up and applied a gentle and extremely erotic pressure to the crotch of my panties. Ten fucking years! I don’t think I even realized how much I’ve missed that feeling!

My eyes had slammed shut when he touched me there. I opened them slowly when he took his hand away. He’s smiling! I’ve been working here for almost ten years. That’s the first time I’ve ever seen him smile!

When he removed his hand from my thigh I quickly let my skirt fall back into place. I swear he can read my mind. He’s smiling, obviously very amused by my reaction to ... well, to everything that just happened in here. On very shaky legs I turned and rushed for the door to his office. At that moment the only thing on my mind was the warm, pleasant sensations I experienced when he pressed his fingers against my vagina.

I went to the restroom, removed my pantyhose and after pausing for a moment I bowed to the inevitable and removed my panties, too. I stood up, put what little remained of my clothing in order, wadded up my panties and pantyhose in as tight a ball as possible and disposed of them. I was surprised by how exposed I felt as I returned to my desk. I know I’m the only one who knows I’m not wearing anything under my skirt. Even so, I can’t help feeling overexposed.

I sat at my desk and started struggling to get caught up. I need to try to get ahead since I’ll be leaving early to pick up my daughter when school lets out. After seeing the look in Mr. Frazier’s eyes a few minutes ago I doubt if I have to worry about getting fired. But he’s already displeased. I don’t want him sitting around thinking about ways to make my life even more unbearable.

My friend, Dani, startled me. She came around my desk and quietly asked, “Nicole, are you alright? I saw you crying but iron pants ordered you into his office before I could come over see what’s wrong.”

I offered her what little bit of a smile I was able to produce and said, “I’m going through a rough patch. But it looks like I found a way out of it. I’ll just have to see how it works out. Thanks for asking. Sorry I worried you.”

“Any time you need to talk I’m here for you.”

She returned to her desk and I finally started getting some of my work done. It was extremely difficult to concentrate. All afternoon I swear I can feel the heat of his fingers pressing against my mound. I kept an eye on the time but I was able to get caught up and a little bit ahead by the time I had to leave to pick Paula up at school. I’ve been so busy I haven’t had time to think about what I’m going to tell my daughter about the deal it seems I have already accepted from Mr. Frazier. I thought about it now but even so, by the time I reached the school I still had no idea what I’m going to say to her.

I drove past the traffic mess at the school and parked half a block down the road. I got out and leaned against the front fender waiting for Paula to come down the sidewalk. I was more than a little surprised when I saw her coming down the sidewalk in the arms of an obviously older boy. He has one arm draped over her shoulder and it looks very much like he’s teasing her nipple with his fingers as they walk. Both of them are oblivious to the crowd of kids around them. They were almost in front of me when Paula finally looked up and saw me. She said something to the boy and they separated, both of them blushing like crazy. I suppose at any other time, had I seen what I just saw, I would have torn into them like a screaming banshee. In light of what I’m about to have to tell my daughter, however, I calmly and quietly said, “Paula, get in the car. I have to explain something to you and we have something to do at home.”

She looked at me curiously but turned to her companion and told him she’d talk to him tomorrow. Then she got in the car without another word.

I started the car and after a while someone finally let me merge into the creeping flow of school traffic. I drove the short distance to the duplex from which we have just been evicted in silence. I parked and we went in. She got a glass of juice. I sat at the kitchen table wishing I had a tranquilizer or a bottle of wine ... or both.

She sat down, obviously waiting for me to tear into her for letting a boy play with her tit right there on a crowded sidewalk. I just looked at her for a long moment before I sighed and said, “There are about to be some drastic changes in our lives. I’m flat broke. I’m behind on ... well, on everything. The landlord called me at work this afternoon and told me we are evicted, effective immediately. I don’t know if that’s legal but I don’t guess it matters.

“After he called me I kinda lost it at work. I was crying like a baby when my boss saw me and ordered me into his office. When he asked I told him about our financial problems and he told me he was going to have to let me go. He couldn’t trust me handling his accounts when I have so many money problems.”

“Is this because of what that guy said I did to that car when I was just trying to get my friends to stop?”

I shrugged and said, “In part, but only a small part. That was just icing on the cake I made from inadequate pay, car repairs and just barely scraping by all these years.

“When he told me he was letting me go I told him I was going to clean out my desk and leave. But I was only halfway to his office door when he offered me ... an alternate solution to being homeless, broke and hopeless.”

I’ve been looking down at my hands as I told her about my day. I finally looked her in the eyes and said, “Unfortunately, as outrageous as his offer is, I see no alternative. I have no choice but to accept it. To turn him down would mean living in our car or under an overpass or something, but only until we starve to death.

“He offered to let me keep my job but at only half what I’m earning now. If I accept his offer I am agreeing to become his sex slave until such time as I’m able to support us. I must agree to do anything and everything he orders me to do. Not just with him. He made it clear he would be making me available to others.”

“What about me?”

I sighed, again, and replied, “He gave me his word he wouldn’t rape you. I suppose I believe him. But he also said he’s going to try to seduce you. He saw the picture of you I keep on my desk and he thinks you’re very pretty.”

I paused and looked at her, trying to gauge her reaction. I couldn’t so I asked, “How do you feel about everything I just told you?”

She was quiet for a long time before she said, “I don’t think I’d like living in our car or under an overpass. From what I’ve heard those aren’t the safest places for females to spend their time. And I’d really miss eating. Mom,...”

She turned dark red and finally continued, “I’m not a total virgin. I haven’t had intercourse ... yet. But I’m pretty close to giving in. I want to. I’ve ssss ... I’ve had oral sex. Several times. The first couple of times were ... unpleasant. But once I got used to it, I don’t know. I think it’s pretty hot. It turns me on. So, please don’t let me be a factor in your decision. I know that what your boss has in mind for you, or for us, goes completely against everything you believe in. It’s degrading and offensive. On the other hand, depending on a girl’s fantasies, some might find the concept kind of exciting. And as you pointed out, the alternative is there isn’t one. You know there’s no bathroom in our car, no toilet, no shower. And I’ve never seen one under an overpass, either. I guess we’re moving.”

I’m amazed at how well she’s taking all this. I finally sat up straight and said, “He can’t make you have sex with him. Remember that.”

“What does he look like?”

The question makes me uncomfortable. She actually seems, I don’t know, interested I guess! I can’t help wondering what kind of fantasies she has!

I responded, “He’s a little older than me, late thirties or early forties I guess. He’s not bad looking. He’s stern, even arrogant. No one at the office likes him but I think that’s the way he wants it. I’ve never seen him without his suitcoat but he seems to be in good condition. He certainly isn’t overweight and he has all his hair. I guess he’s not bad looking.”

We sat in silence for a long moment before I got up the nerve to ask, “That boy you were walking with, is the that boy who you’ve been ... you know?”

She blushed but smiled and said, “Isn’t it funny, especially in light of the situation in which we’re about to place ourselves, neither of us can say it? Yeah, that was Danny. We haven’t been on a real date, of course. But sometimes he comes home with me after school and we make out for a while. I don’t love him, not really. But he’s very handsome and popular and the things we do are ... exciting. He wants to go all the way of course. And to be honest I do, too. But I can’t afford birth control and I don’t trust rubbers. We enjoy what we do, though. At first I wouldn’t let him ... god! It’s so hard to talk about this with your mother!”

I chuckled and said, “I understand. Even after I gave birth your grandmother seemed convinced I was still a virgin. She’s almost certainly the reason I’ve always been so uptight. Unfortunately, your father was just about as big a prude as she was. You were so young when we divorced. I guess you don’t remember him very well. But he ... he turned out to be a big mistake. He was a terrible husband. He was dangerous. I’m glad I married him because I got you out of the deal. But the world would have been a better place had he become a priest and taken a vow of celibacy. I probably shouldn’t be talking about him like this to you but since we’re opening up, what the hell.”

“It’s okay, mom. I don’t really remember him at all. I’ve wondered about him, or at least I used to. I don’t even think about him anymore.

“Anyway, as I was trying to say a moment ago, at first I wouldn’t let Danny ... return the favor.”

“You mean eat your pussy?”

She chuckled and said, “Thank you. Yes. I’d let him take off everything but my panties and I’d ssss, aw hell. I’d suck his cock. The first couple of times it was all I could do to keep from throwing up. But even then I thought it was exciting. I like his cock. I think it’s sexy. I like the way it looks and the way it reacts to the things I do. And after I got used to the taste it even turned me on when he climaxed in my mouth. I don’t understand it but sometimes nasty things are exciting just because they’re nasty. But I didn’t dare let him take my panties off. I knew he wanted to have sex with me. That’s what boys all want. Eventually he gave up trying to talk me into taking them off.”

“How old is he?”

She blushed again and admitted, “Sixteen.”

I shook my head and said, “Oh well. At least you were smart enough to avoid getting knocked up.”

I stood up and said, “We’d better get a move on. Mr. Frazier is not a patient man. We need to pack anything we want to take with us and, at least as much as we’re able, clean the place up. I don’t know what we’re going to do with the things we aren’t taking.”

We got our suitcases out. We don’t have a lot of clothes and I have no doubt we’ll have even less after Mr. Frazier has a chance to go through them. I put the clothes from the hamper in a trash bag and everything in the bathroom went into an old backpack. Paula put our small collection of books and CDs in a box she found on the back porch. We were just getting started emptying the kitchen cabinets when Mr. Frazier walked in like he lives here. I didn’t even have time to go next door and call him yet! I guess he knew I was accepting his offer when I lifted my skirt, turned around for him and then didn’t scream when he caressed my surprisingly receptive pussy.

He took a quick look around, shook his head and exclaimed, “You’ve been paying someone to let you live in this dump?!”

He saw what we’re doing, indicated all the things in the kitchen we aren’t packing and asked, “What are you going to do with all that stuff?”

“I have no idea. All the kitchen things are thrift store specials and are pretty much at the end of their usefulness. The furniture and just about everything that isn’t already packed stays here.”

“Leave it. I’ll send someone over to clean the place out tomorrow. That stuff by the door. That’s what you’re moving?”

“Yes, sir.”

He turned to Paula, ran his eyes over her unabashedly and said, “You’re much prettier than your picture. I assume your mother explained everything. How do you feel about it?”

She shrugged and replied, “It’s too soon to tell. I know how I feel about being homeless or living under an overpass.”

I could swear he almost smiled! I’ve never seen him smile until today.

He came into the tiny kitchen, looked in the all but empty refrigerator and a few cabinets, shook his head and asked, “Did you empty your car?”

“There’s nothing in it.”

“Leave the car keys under the seat. Give me your house keys after you lock up. Grab your things and let’s get out of here.”

He started to turn toward the door but stopped, looked at Paula, then turned to me and said, “You didn’t tell her about the pantyhose?”

“You didn’t say it applied to her.”

“It does.”

I turned to Paula and said, “Mr. Frazier doesn’t like pantyhose. We aren’t allowed to wear them.”

I expected her to leave the room but without even changing her expression she reached under her skirt, fumbled for a moment until she found the waist band and pulled her pantyhose down, flashing the crotch of her panties several times in the process. Mr. Frazier was obviously amused.

I hate to admit it. I wish she hadn’t done it. There’s no telling what message he’s going to take from that. But I can’t deny I’m both impressed and amused, too. I know how wrong that is but I suspect the conversation we just had may have influenced me. Now I have to wonder if I’m already becoming so jaded I won’t mind if Mr. Frazier has sex with my fourteen-year-old daughter!!

No. I’m not that far gone. I think the fact that Paula seems pretty casual about it will make it less traumatic for me if it happens. But I know it will break my heart.

Paula and I grabbed our suitcases. I managed to grab the backpack with our toiletries. Paula picked up the trash bag with our laundry. I told Mr. Frazier I’d come back for the box but much to my surprise he picked it up and led the way to his Mercedes. While he was loading everything in the trunk I went back and locked the door. I tossed the car keys under the seat but didn’t bother to lock the door. He returned with a screwdriver and removed the license plate. I handed him both sets of keys to the duplex and we left.

We rode in silence for several minutes before Mr. Frazier looked at Paula in the rearview mirror and said, “I’m surprised at how well you seem to be taking this. Doesn’t it bother you that your mother is going to be my sex slave?”

“I’m not sure. I guess it depends on what you make her do and how she feels about it.”

“That strikes me as a remarkable attitude for a teenage girl.”

“Maybe. But our life has sucked for as long as I can remember. It isn’t mom’s fault. She works her ass off and tries so hard to make everything better. I’ve come to the conclusion that either her guardian angel has a drinking problem or he just doesn’t like us.”

I’d swear I saw him chuckle! Mr. Frazier doesn’t get amused. He doesn’t chuckle.

I have no idea where Mr. Frazier lives so I’m paying close attention to where we’re going. I didn’t realize I was wasting my time until he parked in front of one of the town’s better restaurants. Before he opened his door I said, “Sir, I’ve never been in here but I’ve heard it’s...”

After a pause I looked down at the clothes I’m wearing and asked, “Are you sure you want to be seen in there with someone dressed like me?”

He shrugged and said, “Don’t worry about it. You and your daughter are both very attractive young ladies. I’m pretty sure they’ll let us in.”

We went to the door and stepped inside. The hostess smiled and exclaimed, “Mr. Frazier! It’s good to see you again. Your regular table?”

“Yes, please, Anne.”

We were led to a nice table in a quiet corner and as soon as we were seated a waiter appeared. As he was handing out menus he said, “Good evening Mr. Frazier! Your usual?”

“Yes please.” Then he turned to Paula and asked, “What would you like to drink?”

“Just ice water please.”

The waiter left. I turned to Mr. Frazier and with a straight face I asked, “Have you been here before?”

He actually smiled! “Yes. They have very good French fries.”

I finally looked at the menu and said, “Uh oh. This is one of those places which doesn’t put the prices on the menu. I’ve never been in a place like this before. It’s very intimidating.”

“Only if you let it be. Don’t worry about it. Just order whatever you want. Having seen your refrigerator and your kitchen cabinets I have no doubt it has been a while since either of you has enjoyed a decent meal. Go ahead and treat yourselves. If I may suggest, I’ll bet neither of you has ever eaten escargot. It has been my favorite appetizer since a friend in college finally convinced me to try it ... well, it was more of a dare actually. I’ve eaten it all over the world and I promise you you’ll never find a place which makes it better than they do here. I highly recommend it. It goes especially good with the wine we’ll be having.”

This is weird! He’s like a totally different person than the man I’ve been working for all these years. He has a personality! He almost seems human! On the other hand, as far as I know, my status hasn’t changed. I’m still a sex slave and I have no doubt he still intends to attempt to seduce Paula. Even more concerning, she seems open to being seduced.

After the waiter served Paula’s water and the bottle of Mr. Frazier’s “usual” wine, which turned out to be the most delicious wine I’ve ever tasted, we had a few sips and he said, “I don’t know what you two normally do on weekends but we’re going shopping on Saturday. I imagine you both need new wardrobes.”

I looked at him in shock. I was just about to tell him he doesn’t have to do that. Now that he has removed all the financial stress from our life I can afford to start buying decent clothes for us. Not all at once but a few items every payday. Before I could form the words he looked me in the eyes and said, “Remove your underwear.”

I was more than a little stunned but I meekly replied, “Yes, sir.” I was nearly as surprised by the tingling I felt in my groin area as I was by the sudden switch from an almost family-like atmosphere to the master/slave atmosphere from earlier in his office when he ordered me to stand by his chair, raise my skirt and turn in a circle before sliding his fingers through the long unused lips of my vagina and taking my breath away.

I pushed my chair back from the table intending to go to the restroom and remove my panties but before I could stand up he said, “Don’t get up.”

I looked around. There isn’t anyone sitting near us. I think I can do it without being noticed but it doesn’t matter. If there were a dozen people gathered around our table staring at me I’d still have to obey him. I glanced at Paula as I reached under my skirt and gripped the waistband of the clean underwear I put on when I got home this evening. I expected her to be embarrassed or maybe offended. She’s amused! Possibly even excited, aroused! I looked down at the table. If anyone notices what I’m doing I don’t want to know it. I managed to work my panties out from under my ass and down to my knees with a great deal of effort. I let them fall to the floor and slid them out to where I could reach them. I picked them up and slid my chair back in. He took my panties from my hand and placed them on the table beside him. He didn’t spread them out but it’s pretty obvious what they are. I’m at least able to take comfort from the fact my panties are clean. I spent all afternoon naked under my skirt. I put these panties on while I was packing my clothes this evening.