Part 33

The following week dragged by very slowly for Dr. Stevens. Every time he walked by Chantale’s desk he would eye her strangely, something that the attractive black woman picked up.

“Err, is there something wrong, Dr. Stevens?” She asked one day.

“Uh, oh, no, nothing’s wrong, dear,” he stammered his response. “Well, yes, I suppose. I was trying to remember when your birthday was, Chantale?” He lied.

“Why, it’s this weekend,” she smiled as she accepted his vailed excuse. “It’s so sweet of you to remember. But I don’t want you to do anything special, it’s really not necessary.”

“Nonsense, my dear,” he grinned sheepishly as he saw this as the perfect opportunity to trap her for the movie he had to make. “You have been a loyal employee of mine for many years now, so I think that you deserve a reward, especially on your birthday.”

He paused a moment as he thought quickly.

“How about if I take you out to diner Friday after work?” He suggested.

“Why, that sounds wonderful, Doctor,” she smiled back in appreciation. “Thank you, I would love to go to diner with you.”

He smiled back in return, but not for the same reason the unsuspecting woman was.

During the following week, Dr. Stevens ordered a number of things the he would need for the movie that he had planned out. These included a large number of mannequin dummies, as well as white sheets. Throughout the week he prepared everything that he needed for Chantale’s performance.

He also received a response back from Mr. Jenkins.

[Was real glad to hear from you. I really like the idea you had of duplicating our bedroom for my wife’s movie. Attached you will find multiple shots of our bedroom. I hope you can get everything you need to make it as believable as possible. Kevin Jenkins]

On Monday after work, he went to local furniture stores to try and match the images in the pictures. He also found sheets that matched the Jenkins bedspread. He had these items delivered to his home so as not to arouse suspicions as to what was going on at the school-studio building.

Then, every night that week he spent at the studio preparing both the barn set as well as the Jenkins bedroom set. The mannequins he had purchased where posed in the barn with the white cloths draped over them.

He had to struggle a bit in moving the bedroom furniture into the other set as he couldn’t ask movers to help him in this, and he didn’t want the girls to know of this side project either, both for their protection and Mrs. Jenkins identity.

No, he would have to be discreet about her part in the studio when the day came.

And then on Thursday, Dr. Stevens started to implement his plan for Chantale’s debut movie.

“Chantale,” Dr. Stevens told his receptionist Chantale. “I just got a call from a farmer just outside of town. He has a sick horse that needs tending to, so I’ll be out of the office most of the morning.”

“Very well, Doctor,” the receptionist nodded as she took note of this.

“I should be back sometime this afternoon,” he told her as he left the clinic for a few hours to pick up Ben Stone’s donkey, Jake.

He found Ben’s farm easily enough and they loaded the donkey into his horse trailer. Ben Stone gave him half the money up front as agreed.

Dr. Stevens then transported the beast back to the school-studio building and took it straight into one of the barn set’s stalls.

He then drove back to the clinic to finish off his day.

The following day was fairly routine with only a few walk-ins, but none for movie staging.

“Chantale, why don’t you take the afternoon off,” he told his receptionist. “This will give you time to get ready for your birthday dinner.”

“Why, thank you, Dr. Stevens,” she smiled up at the kindly veterinarian. “I think I might just do that.”

Chantale put her things away and grabbed her purse and made her way to the door.

“I’ll pick you up at 7:00, okay?” He told her.

“That will be fine,” she said as she left the clinic for home.

‘Excellent,’ Dr. Stevens smiled as he watched walking out. ‘Everything is going exactly as planned.’

But he still had qualms in regards to what he was about to do to his beautiful receptionist. To his mind, Chantale had done nothing to deserve the atrocity that was about to fall upon her. But his mind was set and he had already half payment from Ben Stone for this and he couldn’t back out now.

The dark-skinned receptionist made a stop to have her hair done before going home. She was pleasantly surprised at Dr. Stevens’ offer of dinner to celebrate her birthday, so how could she refuse. In her mind she knew that he wasn’t interested in her in a romantic way, so she didn’t expect anything uncomfortable to happen between them.

She then walked into her apartment and took a nice relaxing bath to freshen up before her boss came by to pick her up. She browsed through her closet for something nice to wear for the occasion.

Chantale settled on a nice dress with spaghetti straps at the shoulders. She dropped her towel and put on a lacy pair of panties that wouldn’t show a pantyline under the dress. She then slipped on the tight fitting dress, having to wiggle it up past her hips. The dress didn’t need a bra as the top acted as such.

She took out a nice pair of four-inch high heels that would accentuate her ass nicely she thought. She knew in her heart that Dr. Stevens wouldn’t do anything inappropriate with her so it wouldn’t do any harm to look sexy on her birthday.

She then posed in front of her full-length mirror to admire her looks. She smiled at herself, satisfied at how she looked.

She then sat and listened to some soothing music as she waited for her boss to come by to pick her up.

‘I wonder where Robert will take me?’ She thought. ‘I just wish Maggie could be there with us. But I don’t think I could keep my hands off of her if she was, and that wouldn’t be good for our jobs. He might be forced to fire one of us if he knew about us.’

Meanwhile, back at the clinic, Margaret was just arriving for her daily chores. She was surprised at not finding Chantale at her desk. So she went looking for Dr. Stevens to find out what was going on.

“Err, Robert,” she stammered as she walked into his office. “Where’s Chantale? I didn’t see her outside.”

“Oh, I just gave her the afternoon off for her birthday,” he told his young charge. “I was planning on taking her out to dinner to celebrate.”

“Oh, that’s neat,” she smiled as she thought disappointingly. ‘Gee, and I wanted to give her my present to her after work.’

Shrugging her shoulders, she went about her chores of the day. She took care of all the animals, fed them, refreshed their water bowls and then walked the dogs.

“I’m all done for today, Robert,” she said as she reported back to him a few hours later. “Is there anything else you need done?”

“No, nothing more,” he told her with a smile. “Oh, you could let Kimmy know that we won’t have any movies this Saturday, so she just needs to do her chores here tomorrow. Things should get back to normal next weekend though.”

“Oh, okay,” Maggie smiled, her disappointment showing on her young face. “Err, could we maybe come in and have some fun with her dogs after we finish with her chores?”

“Sure, I don’t see why not,” he smiled back.

With that Margaret smiled and rushed out the door.

While on the bus ride home she dialed up Kimmy on her cellphone to let her know the change in work schedule for the weekend. The two girls agreed to meet up over the weekend at the clinic so that they could have some playtime with Romulus and Remus, the two giant black Poodles.

‘At least the weekend won’t be a total loss,’ she thought as she watched the houses roll by.

Around 5:30 Dr. Stevens closed up the clinic and headed home to prepare to the nights activities.

He had already laid out everything that he would need to carry out his plan, which of course included a nice suit for the dinner date he had with Chantale. He took a quick shower and dressed for the rendez-vous with his beautiful young receptionist.

He placed his wallet in the inside breast pocket of his jacket, and then slipped three ampules of the Scopolamine in its waist pocket.

His plan was simple enough, he would treat Chantale to the dinner as promised and wine and dine her just as she would expect to be. Then, near the end of the meal, he would slip the drug into her wine glass without her noticing.

At about 6:45 he left to pick up Chantale for her birthday. He arrived at her apartment right at 7:00 as promised.

As her doorbell rang to announce Dr. Stevens arrival, the black woman slipped on her shoes and straightened her dress before answering the door.

She walked up and opened it to welcome her boss to her place.

“Hello, Dr. Stevens,” she smiled at him as she opened the door.

“Robert, please,” he smiled back, admiring her choice of wardrobe. “We’re not at work here, and this is your birthday.”

She just smiled embarrassingly as she noticed the kindly 53-year-old checking her out.

“My, you do look nice tonight, Chantale,” he smiled complimentarily.

“You really think so?” She asked as she posed for him.

“Absolutely,” he smiled back. “I always thought you could be a model if you wanted to, and this just proves it.”

“Why, thank you, kind sir,” she gave him a southern drawl.

“Shall we get going?” Robert said as he held the door open for her.

She grabbed her shawl and then followed him out to his waiting car.

Dr. Stevens then took her to one of the swankiest restaurants in the city. He made sure that they were seated in a corner table so he could keep his actions hidden for what was to come.

He then proceeded to treat her like a princess, filling her with wine and a splendid sea food dinner, followed by a scrumptious selection of deserts.

Chantale couldn’t have been more pleased of her boss’ birthday present.

“Will you excuse me, Robert,” she said as she got up from her seat. “I just need to use the ladies’ room.”

He then watched as she slinked off to the washroom area.

This was the perfect opportunity for him to slip his receptionist the mikey. He reached into his waist pocket and pulled out one of the ampules and emptied the content into her wine glass as he refilled it in her absence.