Chapter 2: That First Meeting with Ron, and the Doctor

I’d met Ron Barberi briefly in my office two days ago, and there was a rush for me to get to his residence to take instructions on a pressing matter. He had been Carl Symons’ client contact, but the senior partners had directed that I considered Ron Barberi mine now as the circumstances were deemed more in keeping with my experience. What they were, I hadn’t been told, but I did consider it unlikely that this man would be into my expertise in mergers. When I arrived there at his mansion-like residence, I was a little wary of two burly guys in suits at the front door who let me in. Ron was just inside the door, seemingly waiting for me. He extended his hand for a shake, and I took it. “Thanks for coming in at such short notice, Victoria. If you can come in here with me there’s someone I’d like in on the meeting” he said as he gestured towards a door a little to his right. He then opened it, allowing me to go in before him, and he followed me. A woman of about fifty, maybe a little older, was standing by an armchair. Shorter than me, but very smart indeed. Business suit, expensive shoes and a gleaming brooch on the jacket label that couldn’t not be noticed. Very black hair in a short bob, and wearing glasses she was, all just about befitting her name as she was introduced to me. “Victoria, this is Doctor Steiger. And I’d want her to provide some input into what we discuss today. Take a seat”, he said. I looked at her and smiled. She returned my smile but there was no hand offered to shake. As I sat, she did too, and we were sitting opposite each other, just a few feet apart. Where Ron was to sit I wasn’t quite sure, and then he said “I’ve just got to make a call in the library. I’ll be as quick as I can”. He then left the room.

There was a momentary silence, and I could tell that she was looking at me as if she was reviewing my suitability in some way, before she said “Ron has told me how important it was for him to have you represent him in his business dealings.”

“I know. I was told he asked for me specifically, but I’m not sure what of my experience and expertise he was particularly interested in” I responded. “I’m sure that he’ll get to that. I’m more interested in what you are about at an emotional level. You see, it is important to someone like Ron Barberi, that those who serve him have the right mental approach to do so” she said, although I wasn’t quite sure about the reference to serving.

“Serve? What do you mean serve?” I asked.

She leant forward and stared into my eyes as if she was about to scold me, but instead asked about my personal life in a way that became uncomfortable. Was I married? Who to? How many children? Was I happy with my husband? I was about to object to the sort of questions she was asking when she said “Time to focus my dear.”

“Focus?” I replied. “Yes, on this brooch I’m wearing. Do you like it?” She asked. Out of curiosity I looked at it. I couldn’t tell what sort of stone it was. Big. About two inches across, and clear. Or red. It seemed red. And clear. I was getting confused. Red or clear, it just seemed to change.

“Yes” I said, “I like it”. I wasn’t sure that I did, actually. “Keep focussing on it dear” she said, and I did. She started talking about Ron. How important he was to me. How pleasing him, made me feel good. How I’d want to do anything for him, that he told me to do. I was focussing too much on this strange looking stone to take every bit of notice of what she was saying, the colour of which was definitely changing as I looked at it. Made my head feel a little fuzzy too, looking at it, and I just couldn’t take my eyes off of it. I thought she was still talking, but I couldn’t hear clearly. For just a moment I felt as though I was floating in the room, then she asked “Is that understood, Victoria?”

“Is what understood?” I asked, totally bemused now I was, with a slight headache too, and shocked to find that Ron had somehow crept in whilst we were talking. “How important it is to you now to please Ron here. To provide a full service, a special service whenever required” she said. I looked up at Ron looking down on me, and then I understood. Yes, a full service, a special service whenever required. Yes, I can do that, I thought. Ron was exactly the sort of client I would want to provide a special service to. My mind began to wonder what this might amount to, but I felt I was willing to do anything he told me to, so that was probably it. Yes, I really wanted this particular client relationship to work. So very important to me it was, so I turned to her and said “Yes, I’m sorry. I do understand, Doctor.”

“Is she ready?” Ron asked.

“We shall see” the Doctor said. “Victoria, get undressed for us” she then said. “Get undressed?” I asked.

“Yes, Victoria. Stand up and remove your clothes” she said quite sternly that time, like a schoolteacher, which I found amusing.

“Ok” I said, and stood up. Get undressed? I can do that, I thought, if that’s what they want. I removed my jacket, looking at both of them as I did. They were just staring at me, which was a little unnerving. Then the skirt came down. As I undid the blouse I said “All of them?”

“Yes” Ron said. I looked at him, into his eyes. I wanted to do it for him. Yes, I wanted to undress in front of these two strangers, but more so for Ron. The bra followed the blouse onto the floor. I’m proud of my tits. I sort of pushed them out just to make sure that they noticed them, which of course they would have. It was warm enough for just panties, so they came down, easily enough. I stood there, waiting. Waiting to be told what more to do, and that was the strangest feeling. I’d entered this house expecting to engage with a client to discuss a matter I knew nothing about, and now I was standing there in front of them, naked, actually wanting them to tell me to do something. It’s almost impossible to describe the feeling of wanting to be told what to do. It was turning me on. I felt it between my legs that it was. Please tell me what to do I was saying to them in my mind. “Go and stand in the centre of the room, facing us” the Doctor said, and I did. I wanted to. “Go on, Ron. Test her” she said. “Open your legs, Victoria” he said, and I did. I wanted to do that too. “Cup your breasts. Fondle them” he said, and I did. I wanted to for him, and for me. I was feeling so aroused now. I was hoping that playing with my tits was just the start. “Pull on the nipples” he said, and I did, feeling so aroused now I as I pinched them that I couldn’t help but moan a little. “Turn around now and bend over” he said, and of course I did. I was feeling so, so turned on now. The prospect of showing these two strangers my arse was making me more than moist down there, I was positively wet. “Pull your arse cheeks apart, Victoria” he said, and I took hold of them and pulled. I manoeuvred my fingers so that I was pulling close to the hole there. I wanted him to want it. So much now, to fuck that hole I was stretching. Is he going to fuck me there now, I wondered. “Turn around and spread your legs again” he said, and a little disappointedly I did. “Finger yourself” he said, and I felt good about that as I put my hand there, hesitating slightly as I’d never masturbated in front of strangers before. I rubbed the clit briefly before pushing two fingers in. “I’d say she’s ready Ron, wouldn’t you?” The Doctor said. “I agree” he said.