Chapter 27: Lying

In order to do as we had talked about. To see some more of the local sights during the week, I changed our schedule. The Stavropoleos Church, Grigore Antipa Natural History Museum, Palace of Parliament, the Great Synagogue, and Cretulescu Church were all available for visits until five or later. So I had Jackie up at five am for exercise and breakfast with arrival at work by six-fifteen to get in a full day’s work. She bitched initially about the early morning wake-up. But I think my rubbing on just her clit, while she was sleeping, was the real issue. I would get her to the edge of climax only to end the stimulation. After she had come back down, I did it again. I did this three times during the night while she dreamed.

Each morning Jackie woke up more and more frazzled. She even mumbled to herself on the second to last morning of her period “I am going crazy. I’ve never dreamed so much about cumming during my period, before. But shit I need it now.” After hearing that I made sure I stayed close to her for the rest of the day, not giving her more than a few moments alone to go to the bathroom. Making up excuses to get her out when she was in it too long.

Twice in less than a month, Jackie had shown her propensity for slutty behavior. I thought I would explore that while she had her period and was sexually aggravated. I would see if I could nudge her behavior one way or the other. Sometimes she seemed more compliant after being embarrassed or after being spanked. While other times, she would cut off her nose to spite her face. So I started off the week publicly pointing out minor mistakes at work. I did this over and over. If it was the same mistake made earlier, the new offense was corrected in front of others, pushing the limit of going overboard in berating her. The first time she started arguing with me. She claimed her way of doing it was faster than the way I had told her to do it. I told her I would address the arguing later. After letting her stew for an hour or more. I found her and praised her for the way she looked. I told her, “You are very pretty, today.” There wasn’t the first hint of the earlier disagreement.

That evening when we got back to the room after going to the Great Synagogue, I immediately demanded. “Bend over.”

Jackie was confused, “What why?”

“I said I would address your insolence later. It’s later. Now bend over and lift that skirt. And lower your panties off your butt.” I stated calmly not the least bit upset.

“But you shouldn’t...” She started.

“ ... I shouldn’t?” I was losing my calm. “I shouldn’t expect my employees to be the best at what they do. What I shouldn’t do is put up with someone who says one thing and does another. Right now have two swats say another word and it will be an extra per word.”

“But I...” She again tried justifying herself.

I cut her off again with “That’s now four you want to keep talking.” I grabbed her arm and laid her over the mattress. “Now lift your skirt and drop your undies.” She looked over her shoulder at me mad as a wet hen but doing as instructed. Still, she stayed quiet. Only her crying broke her silence. That occurred shortly after the first crack of my hand landing on her perfectly curved ass had occurred.

Her cries of no more didn’t count toward more slaps of her ass. Had they, we would’ve been there all night. Her ass cheeks reddened, and I reiterated our agreement, “After an earlier disagreement we had. You said you’d do what I said and not question me. What you did today was worse than questioning me. You openly argued. Don’t do it again, when I am trying to make you a better employee.” She curled up and ignored me for most of the rest of the night. Yet, she quickly climbed into my lap when I offered it.

The next day, she accidentally erased over half a day’s work. It was a big mistake. I politely asked her not to make it again. Later that day, I commented on how good she looked but her sandals weren’t appropriate. I added, “But I will pick out your clothes for tomorrow. That way you won’t make that mistake again.”

She said, “I won’t do it again, so tomorrow I’ll be fine.”

Back at the hotel after we walked in, I again pointed to the bed, “Bend over it and drop your panties.”

For the second day in a row, she looked stunned at the demand. Again she started, “But I didn’t...” her voice trailed off as she saw me raising a finger for every word she said. She had a tear roll down her face as she lay across the bed. She raised her skirt and lowered her panties. I proceeded to step on them lowering them to her ankles. She kept quiet about my additional lowering.

Once her ass was cherry red and her face was streaked in tears, I said, “Now please pull your panties back into place.” Not looking to me she bent down and pulled her panties up her toned thighs and into place on her reddened ass-cheeks.

I immediately invited her into my lap that night. She glared at me but climbed into my lap anyway. She wiggled about as she had the other times she used me as her cushion. I could tell her labia were fatter than usual as she moved. Sniveling I tried the embarrassed route. “ You know it isn’t punishment if you enjoy it.” The statement had done its job. Her face was blush red when she pressed it into my shoulder. She didn’t argue my supposition or deny she enjoyed it. She just cried for a few minutes.

I had blackened yellow fish brought in for dinner. Jackie turned up her nose but ate it without making a peep of disagreement. Like she was a little girl, I complimented her when nothing was left on the plate. “You’re such a pretty and good girl.” She blushed at the praise.

The following morning, I told her to make her shower fast or I would get in with her. The run on the treadmill, which I once again outlasted her, had left her sore and tired. She failed to be out in five minutes. At five minutes and a second, I opened the shower door and got into the shower with her. She looked divine with the water cascading down her lithe body’s supple skin. There were small runnels that became waterfalls as they passed over and around her nipples. Jackie covered her breast with her arm and put her other hand in front of her bald pussy. She clamored and turned red, “What the hell are you doing? Get out.”

This time embarrassing her was the goal, “Oh quit, I’ve seen you naked. Hell, I know what you taste like. It is pretty damn good by the way. Not even Eva knows that. But you know what she tastes like, don’t you? You’ve even worn a bit of her, too.” Covering her tits and pussy took a back seat to covering her face. Her neck to her chest flushed.

She groaned, “Oh God, I can’t believe you would say that. It is just mean.” She quickly scrubbed the last of the shampoo from her hair and rinsed off what soap was left on her. She halted her hand which was headed to her twat, to finish its cleaning. She seemingly didn’t want to bring any more attention to her vulva than it already had.

“Why not say it? It’s true. And, you tasted good every time I’ve eaten you.” I stated truthfully. “Now we need to get to work therefore I won’t be eating you today. So if you’re done, get going. I need to get cleaned up. Breakfast is being brought up.”

“That’ll never happen again, that’s for sure.” Jackie’s humiliation looked almost painful, as she stepped out.

“Never say never,” I crowed.

For breakfast, I had intentionally changed the smoked salmon for anchovies, which I didn’t really care for. It gave the whole room a good fish smell to it. I popped one of the small fish into my mouth once I was out of the shower. “Eat up, while I get your outfit for today out.”

Forgetting herself as she stood in the towel she had secured just over her tits. She said, “Oh hell no. Those things stink. And will give me fish breath all day.”

I didn’t even bother to tell her to lie on the bed and raise the towel. I swung my hand upward without notice or concern for the towel My palm widened her crack slightly while my fingers hit her perineum. “Oww, Fuck that hurt,” she said spinning around.

“I’ve told you about that. It doesn’t matter it is just me here. You do it once you are more likely to do it in front of people.” I put four anchovies on half bagel after I had coated it in cream cheese. I held it out for her, “Eat up, You’re going to be in a different part of the plant today. And I need you at your best since you’ll be working with new people.”

She didn’t think I saw it when she held her nose taking her first bite. I had turned to the dresser opening drawers to see what I would have her wear, under the guise of needing it to be all cotton if she asked. I found a pair of thick striped pants. The last time she had worn them they made her look almost pencil-thin. But instead of the solid white cotton shirt she had worn that day, I found one with red and black poke-a-dots, which clashed with the pants. The heavy steel-toe boots rounded out the outfit.

Jackie didn’t say she wouldn’t wear the outfit she did say, “That is hideous together. You’re sure you want me to wear that?”

“Yes, it will be fine. As Eva would put it you’re sexy. So you make even ugly clothes sexy,” I popped the last bite of bagel in my mouth to start dressing. Jackie turned red at the mention of Eva, though I could tell she was proud of being called sexy. “Now hurry up. There is a lot of work to be done today. I will likely have to bring you a sandwich today. Since I want to get out and go to the Palace of Parliament.”

“You want me to go out in public wearing that outfit?” She was incredulous.

“As I said you’re plenty sexy that no one will notice.” She brightened without the blush of earlier at my statement. It wasn’t enough though to speed her up. She slowly put on the overly mismatched clothes, being careful not to say anything more about not wanting to wear the outfit. At the plant, she got lots of looks. The women in the plant were the worst about pointing at her from a distance. Neither Jackie nor I heard what they were saying but it wasn’t anything nice. Jackie flushed each time it happened despite not hearing what was said.

I assured her she looked fine, but we would be working through lunch. I added she was not going as fast as I expected. Lunch was tuna fish sandwiches at which her aggravation boiled over. “You know I hate fish. So why in the hell did you get it again? I swear you’re intentionally torturing me for some reason. By God, I’ve had enough.” And despite a plant employee standing there, she continued. “ Oh hell, I’m gonna get spanked for this. Do you want me to drop my pants right now or should we wait until we get back to the hotel? I’ll do it either way. Actually, we should probably skip all bullshit and just have you spank me in the morning and in the evening for good measure. God knows I am going to do something you don’t like.”

I had heard this tirade before. She did it when I had her a bit unhinged. I didn’t take advantage of the offer the last time. I wouldn’t this time either though when we got back to the hotel she would be made to bend over. But by the end of the night, she would be curled up with me on the chair watching a movie. Before the morning light, she would get close to orgasm three times. All three times she would not get to cross the line but slowly come back down unfulfilled. This continued for the remainder of her period keeping her off balance.

Also during the week, she became less and less offended waking up with my hand on her bare tit. She silently moaned a couple of mornings when I feigned sleep and pinched and lightly rolled her nipple to hardness. While the sound wasn’t heard the rumble in her chest could clearly be felt. As could the shiver that propagated down her body, which she had scooted back molding into mine. By the morning we were two spoons pushed together under a blanket. My cock pressed in her ass crack only separated by the panties she wore.

We didn’t see the Simpson sisters all week as we visited the sights and had dinner out. Getting up at five meant we crawled into the bed by ten. And Jackie’s clitoral torment could start by eleven. The whole time the incidents in the pool became further in the rearview mirror. She had again re-iterated that she had cleared things up with Martha and Tyleen and I was ready to leave it at that.

The only reminder of the pool incident was the two people who were there the morning after Jackie’s period ended. We had gone back to our morning swim, Jackie now in her new one-piece suit. There were somewhat snide comments about how they liked the bikini much better. I thought she looked smoking hot in the one piece but I also got to see her naked most days.

I got a call from Martha stating they had been out of town sightseeing. But there would be an interesting auction that night, though she wouldn’t go into details. She asked if Jackie and I wanted to be their guest. They would vouch for us since it was a closed-exclusive event. I was intrigued by what kind of auction would require the participants to be vouched for. I guessed it was a guarantee the bidder was good for the money for whatever they bid on. I told Martha we would be happy to go. She told me she and Tyleen were going to visit the pawn shops in the area as many times people and pawn shop owners don’t realize the true value of some of the items pawned. And that we could meet them there. At which point I wrote down the address as she gave it to me.

During a break, I told Jackie we had a change of plans and that we were going to an auction with Martha and Tyleen. She seemed happy to see Martha again and make up for not going the last time we were asked. But she had something like jealous contempt for Tyleen. “I don’t see why I have to be involved in an outing with your latest conquest.”

I said, “It wasn’t so much a conquest as an enjoyable meeting of minds and desires.”

“Figures a perv would describe it like that,” Jackie said only partly under her breath. Ignoring the tantrum, I let her know we would be skipping lunch and would slide out a little bit early and do a late lunch, or early dinner.

Going into the hotel I gave the piece of paper with the address of the auction to the concierge. I asked him, “Do you know where this place is? And are there any places to nice places to eat nearby?”

He looked at the paper and back at me answering my questions with one of his own. “Are you sure about this address?”

I thought it was a weird question but said, “Yes I wrote it down verbatim as it was spelled out for me. Is there something wrong?”

He shook his head, “No nothing wrong. It is just not the nicest part of the city.” He showed his knowledge of other cities and colloquialisms of English and said, “It is similar to the red light district of Amsterdam.”

“Interesting. But places to eat?” is all I could think to ask. I guessed the auction company had picked the building for its low rent as a way to maximize their profits from their fees.

“Yes, about three blocks from there is a very good bistro. A former hooker with great cooking skills opened it. But it does cater to both street hookers, high-class call girls as well as their associated clientele. So it has every variety of people and activities there.”

“I am assuming you don’t have to partake of any of those activities to get served,” I stated, thinking it would be a nice change of pace to go to a bit sketchier place. In my younger days, I would occasionally go to bars and clubs where if you didn’t bring a knife they would supply it.

“No it is safe and you will not be harassed too much if you choose to walk to the address from there. But I would not have any valuables on you. There are many pickpockets. And the pimps only bother people showing lots of money.” It seemed like a reasonable warning from the concierge.

With the warning given, back in the room, I said to Jackie, “You should wear that nice outfit I got you for being honest with the sisters. It isn’t too flashy but makes you look pretty.”

She looked like she wanted to say something different than what she said. “So you think it is nice enough? I don’t want to be underdressed.”

“It should be perfect. The skirt hugs just enough to look good but not enough to look slutty. And the top only shows muted pokies, which I guess happens when you don’t wear a bra. But they’re better than bra straps ruining the lines.” I said as a way of reassuring her it would be fine.

“I never realized you were a fashion critic.” She then joked, “Maybe you could lay out my outfit each morning. It’d save me one decision a day. Oh, wait you were horrible at that. But in the meantime, the nude camisole will help with the pokies and not have strap marks.” She proceeded to change into the navy high waist button flair skirt and the cream blouse I had purchased for her. As she did so I saw she had been wearing a nude color lace thong all day, and I had always thought those were reserved for when a woman wanted to feel sexy. Yet I didn’t mention the unusual choice.

Before we headed to the lobby to catch a cab, Jackie asked, “Will I need my purse? If not can I leave it?”

“I guess I can buy dinner,” I answered knowing I usually did. Not that we were on dates but my taking an employee to dinner and discussing work could be written off completely.

“Thanks,” she said. “I always feel like a mooch.”

“Well, you could always sleep with me. That may make you feel like less of a mooch, earning your dinner.” I said as a joke. Though in her current state of clearly needing an orgasm, I didn’t fully rule out her agreement.

She surprised me by not calling me a pig or pervert, instantly. It gave me temporary hope, until she said, “But I do sleep with you every night. And no amount of mooching adds up to sex.” Sliding on the fake engagement ring she added, “Not even this is adds up to sex, by the way.”

“Your loss,” I said. “Now let’s go have you mooch another meal. By the way, do you ever feel like Penny?” She looked at me strangely not quite getting the reference as she still headed out the door.

The concierge warning had me call a cab instead of driving a rental to a sketchy area. It turns out it was the correct move. The concierge was right about the area. The first thirty blocks were normal and fairly uninteresting. The next five got progressively more interesting. When we ended up on the block with the restaurant we were fully in the red light district. There were hookers in outfits that showed off almost everything, while others looked like they were fresh out of the beginning of “Pretty Woman.” They had the knee-high patent leather boots in a variety of colors. Some of the women were in short latex skirts or bras with nothing over them. A few had the top and bottom of their areola showing just not their actual nipple. I could tell a few of the girls were actually boys and some of the boys were in shorts so short seventies roller rinks wouldn’t have allowed them.

Jackie looked around in shock and awe at what was transpiring on the street. A bottle blonde let a potential client stroke over her prominent camel toe in hopes of getting a date out of him. A ten-minute date with no foreplay was fine by the blonde. And they walked around to the side of the pawn shop to an alley. She clearly was not one of the high-class call girls. Inside the restaurant, I wasn’t expecting a hostess. But Catina who had overheard Jackie and me talking asked, “English?” I nodded. She then asked us where we would like to sit. I suggested in front of the big window looking out onto the street.

This garnered a strange look from the fairly pretty woman with a bar code on one wrist and a crown on the other with some initials. She was in a conservative skirt but had on a fairly translucent sleeveless shirt with no bra letting everyone see her nipples. Her eyes had a guarded look of optimism, that things could possibly be better but she wouldn’t believe it until it occurred. “Most people want one of the back tables. But they aren’t here for the food.” The implication was clear local business occurred within the establishment.

In fact, once seated one young girl was dragged out by someone that was likely her pimp. None of the other female patrons, waitresses, or Catina seemed surprised at the action. A couple of the men with the women looked on in surprise but didn’t step in to help. Evidently, they knew it was a business dispute, and the girl’s twat, mouth, and hands were the business products. And in the pimp’s opinion, they were not being fully utilized and she needed to go out and have less downtime.

After Catina sat us in front of the large plate glass window, where we could see the action on the street, she said in fairly decent English, “Don’t let that ruin your meal. Betina is young and new to this area. She will learn.” It was fairly clear what she was going to learn and who was going to teach her. Catina went on to say, “Gabriela will be here in a minute with menus.” Her statement didn’t miss a beat like what she had said was normal.

I reassured her we were there for the food, “It is fine. I heard this place has very good food.” It was her turn to nod as she walked off to the kitchen. Gabriela came over and handed us menus. She had on much the same outfit and taboos as Catina. Her eyes had more of a distant look to them. I guessed she was out of the business for less time than Catina. By her looks, I guessed her age at about forty. But something said her age lied. That she had been ridden hard and put up wet one too many times for her real age to show.

It became evident Gabriela did not speak any English and we had to order by pointing at pictures. Jackie had only stopped staring out the window to order. She was captivated by the goings on in the street. She said, “You know this is a weird place to have a restaurant with a hostess and a wait staff. I am betting you and I are the first non-hooker and John to set foot in here for a week. If not longer.”

“Yeah, but most of the locals are just trying to make a living. And the pimps are taking advantage of that. So a nice place to go and be treated like a human isn’t a bad idea,” I said. Which would have sounded like a raving liberal to my Texas friends.

“I guess,” Jackie said fixated on a transvestite that had a guy with his hand between his legs. The made-up guy took the client’s hand to walk him to a semi-secluded location. Jackie continued on, “But, I don’t care how bad it gets, I wouldn’t sleep with a guy for money.” She realized what she had said and walked it back some. “I mean we sleep together but don’t sleep together. You know in the sex way. That I won’t do. There is a line you just don’t cross unless you’re a slut.”

“Well let’s hope you never have to make that decision,” I said not realizing I had just called Jackie a slut. The good news was that Jackie missed the inference, too. The delicious-looking Mici with a side of cucumber salad was delivered to the table, which helped in diverting her attention

Jackie was doing a good job remembering many of the etiquette items I had impressed upon her until she said with a mouthful of grilled chicken salad. “Oh my God, that girl is giving that guy a hummer right there in the alley.”

I turned to see where she was pointing, “That girl is no girl. It’s a guy. And yes he is giving a blowjob.,” I tried to keep my voice calm and deliberate. I wanted to convey there was no reason to get overly excited. “It’s not likely it’s his first one of the day.”

Jackie started to squirm in her seat as she watched the guy and ate her dinner. I tried bringing up other items but her eyes kept going back to the transvestite. She was wiggling like a kid that had to pee and the driver of the car said to hold it. The client didn’t last as long as dinner and Jackie’s agitation lessened. She caught a glimpse of a younger girl, in a car parked around that same alley. The girl was feeding her small tit to a guy that had moved to the back seat. When the girl started moving up and down in the client’s lap, Jackie again became aroused shifting in her seat. It looked like she picked up where she left off that morning.

By the time she finished her salad, she was slightly flushed from watching a second sex act in the alley. That and the random jokes about blowjobs, cunnilingus, and anal sex, which made her call me a pig once and a perv twice in her flirty way. Finally, she said, “I need to excuse myself for a minute. I’ll be right back in time to pick a desert. This place is so good I will just have to swim extra tomorrow.”

She had to know I would hold her to the extra swimming. Yet, she was so horny she was using any excuse to go diddle her clit for a minute. If she wasn’t back before what I thought would give her time to climax, I would go get her. As she left, I saw Martha and Tyleen come out of the dingy pawn shop across the street. Tyleen saw me in the window and jaywalked across the street to the bistro.

In no time, the sisters stood at the table and Tyleen said, “I thought that was you. This place is good, isn’t it?”

“Very much so. But I think Jackie was taken aback by the clientele and the goings on in the street.” I answered.

Martha joined the conversation, “It figures she would. Was that her who just went to the powder room? Her outfit is absolutely stunning in its simplicity. And she makes it even better.”

“Well, she has you two to thank for the outfit,” I stated. The sisters exchanged looks not understanding what I meant.

And Martha said as much, “What do you mean she has us to thank for the outfit?”

“I know I shouldn’t have, but I bought it for her, kind of as a carrot. After she confessed to you two the other day. I figured the goings-on at the pool was enough of a punishment for the lie she told you. And if took some fortitude to tell you that she was a virgin. Plus all the things she claimed she wanted to do down in the pool were a lie. How she just wanted you two to think she wasn’t a prude little girl. She wanted you to see her as worldly.” I said it like it was old news to them.

“She told us what? “ Tyleen asked. “ We knew she was a virgin all along. We just played along. It was both cute and pathetic her making up that stuff. But we knew it wasn’t real. But she never said anything to us.” Tyleen corrected.

I felt the heat rising up instantly to my face. And it wasn’t something I could hide, my face flushing in anger. “So she never told you two any of that?”

Martha took half a step backward in case I blew up. She didn’t what expelled bloody flesh chunks on her. “No, she didn’t. We did talk about her realizing how good she had it with you. But that was about it.”

I gritted my teeth and in a controlled low roar, “So she lied to me. And has been lying to me the whole time.”

It was Tyleen who stepped back this time. “I guess so.” She turned to Martha, “I think we better go.” Martha nodded her head of salt and pepper hair. “Will we still see you two at the auction?”

“I will definitely be there. I don’t know about Jackie.” I was starting to get pissed that Jackie had played me. I was tempted to walk out and leave her to her own devices. But instead decided to see what she had to say for herself, and make up my mind afterward. By lying over and over to me, she had destroyed all the goodwill we had built up over the multiple months, we had known each other.

“Well if not we look forward to seeing you in the hot tub.” The Simpson sisters scurried out to go to their next pawn shop. I turned to go to the women’s bathroom.

The waitresses had seen my look before and gave me a wide berth. The games I’d been playing unbeknownst to Jackie were over. I was, now, three exits passed pissed and rocketing to irate at blinding speed. The lock on the bathroom door was flimsy and there only for show. It appeared as if many a pimp or madame had done what I did. I ripped the door open from the outside. Jackie’s eyes went wide at the lock breaking and the door flying open. In her shock, she didn’t have time to react to the unexpected change of scenery. Which was I standing in the doorway.

She was sitting on the toilet with her legs spread as wide as they could go in the small room. Her fingers were rubbing hard on her clit, which was raised peeking out of bloated smooth lips. The slosh of juice from between the wet red folds that accompanied her rubbing continued. Evidently, being in the middle of her most fertile time had her senses laser-focused on her wanton clit. When her senses returned to the larger world around her, the hand that hadn’t stopped came to a screeching halt. At which point she screeched, “What the fuck do you think you’re doing? Get the hell out.”

I growled at her, “Obviously, not what you’re doing. Now get out here.” She was still in a bit of shock at the sudden change and was wary of me. But I wasn’t leaving the bathroom without her in tow.

Jackie wiped herself and took her hand out of her twat. She stood up and pulled the thong back into place flattening back out her skirt. She proceeded to read everything wrong and voiced it, “Clearly you’re in a huff. What the hell has suddenly gotten into you?” Sure of her appearance, she came out of the bathroom.

I was irate and quickly went back to the table. When she got there, I demanded, “Sit down.” She looked at me with suspicion, yet sat. Standing over her I ask her point blank, “So what did you tell the Simpson sisters? I mean how did they take your Maya Copa?”