Chapter 2

Whore Training

Erika Sawyer spent nearly a week in a daze. She had done something wrong to get what she wanted and now had to live with the consequences. That she understood.

What she didn’t know was how the circumstances would change her life. During the weekend after her night with Howard Fenster, Erika tried to put the whole mess out of her mind. She initiated sex with her husband on Saturday night, but found it unsatisfying. Very unsatisfying.

The next evening, she threw herself at William again. They had a cozy dinner at a local French restaurant and took in a romantic comedy at the movies. Once at home, Erika had her husband open a bottle of champagne and surprised him with a new negligee.

For the first time in forever, the young wife surprised her husband with oral sex. William was caught off guard and tried to ask her what she was doing. However, the unexpected ministrations of his wife quickly got to him, and he never got an answer.

Once Erika had worked her husband to orgasm, she asked him to do the same for her. This caught the young husband completely by surprise. He couldn’t do it ... it wasn’t right ... he didn’t know why, but it just wasn’t right.

She ran out of the room and locked herself in the bathroom. William didn’t know what to do, and eventually fell asleep without her.

For hours, Erika sat on the bathroom floor, first crying, then trying to reason the whole thing out. What had she become? Her life with William would never be the same. She thought about the sex with Howard all day long, both stimulated and disgusted at the same time.

Why couldn’t she shake the memory of Howard’s touch, his scent, the way he made her feel? Even when at work or going through the motions of domestic life, her mind wandered constantly back to taboo thoughts and forbidden desires.

She lay back on the cold floor and began to think about Howard. Why did she respond the way she had with him? He was such a gross little man, and he was incredibly mean to her.

Was it just the size of his penis? The sight of the thick heavily veined shaft pumping in and out of her pussy haunted her. She couldn’t get that beautiful thing out of her mind.

As she thought about sex with Howard, Erika began to touch herself. She had never masturbated before, but she couldn’t help herself. She was so damn horny.

She worked her fingers into her pussy, learning about herself as she went. She was surprised at how quickly she was able to achieve an orgasm. It was good, but didn’t compare to what she had recently felt with Howard.

On Monday, the young wife couldn’t wait to get to work. She felt like a school girl with her first crush. She called Howard’s secretary. Would he be in today? Great. Have him call me when he gets in. Thanks.

She waited, but it wasn’t easy. She tried to stay occupied with busy work –- email, read file and the latest competitive intelligence report. Finally, Howard called.

“What do you want, Erika?”

“Can I see you?” That was not her usual annoyed Howard voice. It was sweeter. Flirtier. Sexier.

Erika felt a thrill run through her at the sound of Howard’s gruff voice, memories of their passionate encounter flooding back. She glanced nervously at her office door to ensure no one was within earshot.

Her heart raced as she awaited his reply, already feeling the familiar heat pooling between her thighs at the mere thought of him. “It won’t take long,” she added hastily, “Just a few minutes of your time.”

“I really don’t have time, but you can do something for me.”

“What?” she asked brightly.

He chuckled darkly, relishing the new power he held over Erika. Well well, he thought, looks like someone’s eager to play ball. Alright sweetheart, try this.

“I want you to go to the VP and tell him that you think I should be in charge of our proposal team. Tell him that you don’t think you have the experience and that you think you can learn a lot from me. Can you do that for me?”

Erika knew this was coming. In fact, this is just the kind of ultimatum she had originally expected. She knew she didn’t really have a choice, but she couldn’t let such a request go unchallenged.

“Why should I do that?” Her old Howard voice was back. Almost as soon as she said it, Erika could feel the anger burst from the other end of the line, but she was caught off guard by the fury in his response.

“Because I told you to, you dumb bitch. Are you so fucking stupid that you would put your job and husband at risk? Do you really want to piss me off?”

Erika swallowed hard, Howard’s cruel words striking like a whip. Fear burned in her stomach even if she weirdly felt shameful excitement at his dominant tone.

She knew this was madness, that she was playing with fire ... but God help her, she couldn’t seem to resist the dangerous allure of submitting to him entirely. “I’m sorry Howard,” she said in a conciliatory way. “Of course I’ll do it.”

“You better do what you’re told, goddammit.”

“I really am sorry. I’ll do it today.” She had to get back in his good graces.

“Is there anything else?” he asked sternly.

“When can we meet, I mean get together?”

“Do what I ask and then we’ll talk again.”

Erika steeled herself before marching directly into VP Thompson’s office later that day. It was not easy to profess failure to her boss, but she knew it had to be done. The VP was disappointed and asked if she’d be uncomfortable working under Howard.

Thinking quickly, she said it was a strong team, and she thought she could offer a lot if she stayed. Later she tried to meet with Howard to let him know, but he was too busy.

After a while she figured that he was trying to get back at her and was making her sweat a little. However, he wouldn’t see her the next day or the next.

His secretary was starting to ask what she wanted to see him so badly for. Erika just gave an ambiguous response about an issue with the Covington Trucking proposal.

Why was he punishing her? She’d done what he asked. She stewed with frustration and humiliation, realizing Howard was deliberately avoiding her, leaving her dangling in suspense.

Was this his idea of payback, teaching her a lesson about manipulating people? Or did he simply enjoy the control, reveling in reducing her to a desperate, anxious mess?

Life at home was surreal. William apologized for making her upset and wanted to talk about the problem. He asked what had gotten into her all of a sudden. She couldn’t tell him, and didn’t even want to try.

Once again, thinking of Howard, she had to pleasure herself in the bathroom after her husband went to sleep. This was insanity, she thought. The beautiful man she loved was taking a backseat to the fat troll she was lusting after.

On Thursday morning, Howard unexpectedly showed up at Erika’s office. Her heart leapt when he walked in. Wearing a tight knit top, she could feel her nipples harden and hoped it wouldn’t show.

“Oh Howard, come in. I’ve been trying to see you for days.” He closed the door and sat down across from the young blonde.

Erika shifted uncomfortably in her seat as Howard appraised her with a predatory smirk, his eyes lingering on the swell of her breasts straining against the thin fabric of her blouse. She normally would cross her arms defensively, but suddenly she decided to let them hang at her side.

“I want you to entertain a customer tonight. As you may know, Hal Bennett is coming into town tonight, and I’m meeting with him tomorrow. I want you to treat him right.”

“What are you saying? Do you want me to sleep with him?”

“Whatever. Just as long as he’s got a smile on his face when you leave him.”

She stared at Howard incredulously, hardly believing what he was implying. She remembered what he said the other night, but she thought it was just a threat. He did truly intend to make her his private whore, instead of keeping her for himself.

“I’m sorry Howard. I will do what you want me to do, but I don’t understand. Hal is just a contracting guy. He isn’t a decision maker at Covington.”

Howard leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers as he regarded Erika with a calculating gleam in his eye. “Are you planning to push back on every task I give you, because that’s really gonna piss me off.”

“No, I’m sorry, Howard. I didn’t mean to question you...”

“Anyway, I think you’ve proven that you really ought to leave the thinking to me, cause it ain’t your strong suit. Contracting guys influence decision makers and this one has a lot of influence. So just do what you’re told.”

“Why do you have to be so mean to me? You know I’ll do it. I just wanted to know why,” she said defensively. She hated being patronized, treated like a brainless bimbo. And yet, the submissive part of her, awakened and empowered by their illicit encounter, yearned to obey, to please him at any cost.

“I’ll tell you what, if you’re a good girl, I’ll give you a little reward.”

“What?” she asked excitedly, suddenly beaming. Howard got up and walked around to her side of the desk. He placed a hand on her neck and slowly moved it down across her chest.

Erika shuddered, pulse quickening as Howard’s rough hand boldly groped her sensitive breast through the thin fabric. Her nipples stiffened into aching peaks, betraying her body’s enthusiastic response to his touch despite the queasy dread churning in her gut.

“I’ll email you the address to the apartment I keep in town.” His hand continued down across her chest brushing her breasts and then down across her stomach and came to rest between her legs. As he was doing this, Erika felt the air leaving her lungs.

“Meet me there after you’re done, and I’ll show you.” Then he was gone, leaving her breathless. She watched him waddle out of her office and down the hall. She didn’t stop looking until he was completely out of sight.

Erika regained her breath and tried to get back to work. However, all attempts to get anything done seemed futile. All she could think about was the night ahead and wishing she could go right to Howard’s apartment.

Prior to leaving the office, she left a message at home to tell her husband she’d be late because of a customer meeting. Then she left for the airport to pick up Hal Bennett.

Howard worked late at the office then headed to the apartment. He liked to have a place in the city, just in case he couldn’t make it home. He found many excuses to stay away from his fat wife and a house full of loud annoying kids.

The apartment was also a great place to entertain customers and lucky young ladies. He was always trying to figure out a way to get the company to pick up the tab.

He was looking forward to the evening with Erika. This was training night for the little whore. He was going to teach her a few things tonight, so she would be ready to properly serve customers. Some had exotic tastes, and he wanted to make sure she was ready.

Hours later, Erika was driving back from Bennett’s hotel. As she raced to Howard’s apartment, she thought about what she’d already done that evening.

After picking Hal up at the airport, getting him fed and into his hotel room, she made it clear that she would do anything to make sure he was comfortable. He was fairly good-looking and about 35 years old, she thought. This might not be that bad.

Erika was finding a certain excitement in the pursuit of a man she didn’t know. The fact that she didn’t have any choice in the matter, only served to release her of any inhibitions. She was acting out a role ... she was the seducer for a change.

It wasn’t easy, as Hal was a little stiff and took a while to understand what she was trying to communicate. Eventually, he started to get the idea and pulled her to him almost as soon as they entered the hotel room.

The contracting official was not smooth. In fact, he was a little rough. Once he figured out she was sent to fuck him, Hal was not going to let her get away without accomplishing that mission.

He excitedly yanked her top up and pulled out her oversized tits. He devoured her nipples with his mouth then quickly guided her over to the desk. Turning her around, he pushed her down across it.

Her short pencil skirt was yanked up and her panties pulled down. She could feel the man fumble with his fly and then insertion.

Two weeks ago, she wouldn’t have been able to accept this unexpected and forceful penetration. Now, the excitement of the situation had prepared her body easily.

She thought Hal reminded her of a rabbit -- moving behind her with quick, short movements, and in no time, shot his semen into her. Just when she was starting to warm up, he had come to the boiling point.

It all happened so quickly and then Erika was gone, in her car on the way to meet Howard. All the short episode with the contracting official did was create a huge sexual hunger in the young wife. The deposit of hot, wet male cum between her legs was further driving her crazy.

She ran into Howard’s apartment building and impatiently waited for the elevator, pushing the button repeatedly. An elder woman with a puppy on a leash asked her if everything was all right. Just late for a date, Erika said.

After what seemed like an eternity, Howard answered the door and let her into the studio apartment. He hardly looked at her and turned to sit in an overstuffed chair. It was the only furniture in the living area except for an entertainment center.

A TV was blaring with the sound of a baseball game that seemed to have all the man’s attention. He was dressed in a pair of pajamas bottoms and a wife beater T-shirt.

Erika stood awkwardly in front of Howard, hands twisting nervously at the hem of her short black dress. The silky material shimmered with every movement, hugging her curves. Strappy stilettos accentuated her toned legs, making them look miles long.

“I’m ready for my surprise.”

“Hang on, the game’s almost over.” Frustration flashed in Erika’s eyes at Howard’s casual dismissal, her lips pressing into a thin line. She fought the urge to stomp her foot petulantly, instead taking a deep, calming breath. Being here, dressed like this, awaiting his twisted ‘training’ - it went against every fiber of her being.

“You promised,” she whined.

“Wait Goddamnit. Sit the fuck down and be patient.” Howard had to wait all night for her, so the least she can do is let his game finish. Selfish little slut.

“I’m sorry.” She looked around, but couldn’t find a chair. “Where should I sit?”

“Right here on the floor.” Erika gracefully knelt down on the hardwood floor, right next to his left leg. It was a little uncomfortable, but she wanted to make him happy. Keeping her eyes lowered demurely, she folded her hands in her lap, awaiting further instruction.