Chapter 2
She had already forgotten that her original purpose for staying was to help Maggie. Now all she was concerned with was her fear of not being able to enjoy a relationship with a man. Maybe this man could teach her a few things.
Maggie went to make the phone call. A few minutes later she returned.
"All righ4" Maggie said. "He's coming over. His name is Joe. Put on a tight blouse without a bra and a very short skirt. The shortest you've got. And wear some sexy panties."
Tracy found herself growing excited as she dressed the way Maggie had told her. What kind of man was this Joe? Maggie said he'd been her first lover.
He had to be a good-looking man to get at Maggie.
She brushed her hair until it was shining and then she went out into the living room for Maggie's approval. Maggie gave a low whistle.
"Yes," she said. "He's going to like you. I think he's going to like you very much."
He was supposed to be there at five but he was late. Maggie said he was always late. A few minutes before six the doorbell rang and Maggie opened the door.
Tracy was disappointed at her first glimpse. He was not good-looking. He was a regular-looking man in a gray, inexpensive suit He was not very tall or very short. He was just ordinary-looking.
"How nice to see you again, Maggie," he said. He wasn't really looking at Maggie. Instead he was looking over her shoulder at Tracy. Tracy felt the first shivers of alarm. The only thing that wasn't ordinary about him was his face. The face was almost cruel.
"And you're Tracy," he said.
"Yes," Tracy said weakly.
He came toward her and put his hands on her shoulders. His hands were very strong as if he were wed to doing manual labor. She noticed that there was a jagged scar just beneath his lip.
"You are nice," be said. "I think you'll do"
With that sentence of approval he seemed to forget about her. He turned back to Maggie and his face broke into a broad grin. He hugged Maggie's neck and gave her a soft pat on her ass.
"You're ravishing," he said. "I could eat you."
"I wouldn't object," Maggie said.
"Ah, but you know how it is, Maggie," he shrugged. "When a man gets older he needs spice to keep him going. New variety in his menu."
"I understand," Maggie said.
Tracy thought she detected a hint of jealousy in Maggie's voice that was very quickly gone. Tracy realized that Maggie was wishing it was herself who was about to be taught by this man.
"Pack her bags," Joe said. "I'm taking her with me."
"With you?" Maggie questioned. "I didn't think you'd do that."
"She's an innocent lamb," Joe said. "A sweet, innocent lamb. She's going to take time."
Maggie nodded.
Maggie left the room to pack Tracy's bags. Tracy stood in shock. She had expectcd to be trundled off into the bedroom and fucked. She had not expected to be taken anywhere. At least, not some place where she had to have her bags.
"I can't go with you," Tracy said. "This is stupid."
"Stupid?" He raised one questioning eyebrow. "Nothing I do is stupid."
"But I have a job," she said. "I can't just walk out on my job. I have responsibilities."
"Don't worry about your job," he said. "You'll go back to work when I'm done with you. Nobody in this city dares refuse me anything."
His eyes were hard and she believed him. Nobody would refuse him anything. Tracy wondered how such an ordinary-looking man could come to be filled with such, a sense of power. Perhaps he had a lot of money, but she knew it wasn't only that. He had something inside that made him strong.
Maggie returned with the bag. She gave Tracy a kiss on the cheek.
"Remember," Maggie warned. "Anything he says. It could go bad for you if you don't follow his directions."
Again Tracy was aware that Maggie was jealous, but there was also something else on Maggie's face. Almost pity. But why should Maggie be jealous and be full of pity at the same time? He didn't bother to take her bag so she carried it outside Maggie's apartment. There was a black limousine waiting. She waited but he made no move to open the door.
"The first thing you learn," he said. "Is that I am not a gentleman. I am your master."
She opened the door and slid in. He got in beside her.
"To the apartment," he told the driver.
"Yes, sir," the driver said.
A couple of times in the long drive she attempted to draw Joe out in conversation. He wasn't in a talkative mood, for he did little but stare at the passing buildings, She had expected him to start fondling her when they got into the car, but he made no move to touch her. His obvious ignoring of her physical charms was making her more nervous than if he'd raped.
They finally reached their destination. The driver parked the limousine on the curb where a sign said, "No Parking".
"You'll wait here," he told her. "I'll only be a few minutes."
She nodded.
He got out of the car and left her alone. She became aware of the driver's eyes staring at her. She looked down at the smooth expanse of creamy thigh that she was showing him with her legs crossed.
She uncrossed her legs and attempted to pull her skirt down a little farther. There was not much material and it didn't cover much. She saw that he still had plenty to look at. His probing eyes were making her nervous. She also didn't like the silly-looking grin that came to his face.
"Would you stop it?" she said. "Haven't you ever seen a girl before?"
"Plenty of them," he said. "You'd be surprised at how many sweet young things I've seen in this back seat."
She held her temper. She didn't want to get into some big argument with her future lover's driver. She wished she knew a little bit more about what was going on. How was she supposed to act? Where were they going? There were so many questions that needed to be asked.
She decided to try the driver.
"Where are we going?" she asked.
"To the house," he said. "That's where he usually takes them."
"Them?" she asked.
"The girls," the driver said. "That's where he takes his girls."
"Where is this house?" she asked.
"You'll find out," the driver replied.
Joe came back before she could ask any more questions. He told the driver to go home and the driver pulled the limousine away from the curb.
Tracy wondered what he had gone to the apartment for. She wasn't long in finding, out. He held out a little black book to her.
"Look at these," he said quietly.
She felt the driver's eyes on her as she took the black book. She opened the front and found it to be some sort of photo album. She turned the page and then dropped it like a hot rock.
"Pick it up," he commanded.
She bad never heard such a tone of authority in such a quiet voice. His voice seemed to will her to pick up the book again. Again she opened it to the first page.
A woman sat in a chair completely naked. She had her legs opened so that her pink pussy was easily seen. A man, with his face away from the camera, was fondling her large titties.
"She has very large breasts," he said. "Or perhaps you like the term titties better?"
"She does." Tracy agreed.
She felt his band on her thigh and she steeled herself to submit to the hand that would soon be probing at her pussy. She was surprised because he didn't move any higher up on her legs. He simply squeezed her flesh.
"Go on," he said.
She turned to the next page. This was an even more shocking photograph than the one before, and Tracy recognized the woman as a secretary in their offices. She was a brunette and she was on her knees. Her long hair was brushed behind her shoulders as she sucked on a man's cock.
She had her mouth half covering his cock and one of her hands was fondling his balls. Tracy began to feel a few stirrings of excitement.
"That's a very disturbing photo," he said. "Her name's Ginger and she had never sucked a cock before. She seems to be enjoying her first."
"Yes," Tracy agreed.
"Take your panties off," he commanded. Tracy lifted her eyes to the driver. He was watching her with a soft grin on his face. He looked back at the road and then back at her again. Tracy didn't want to take her panties off? with that grinning hyena watching.
"Here?" Tracy questioned. "I can't take them off here. Not with him watching."
"Stop the car, Brad," Joe said. "Stop it somewhere private."
The driver left the road and pulled into a clump of trees. He left the car lights on and opened his door. He walked back to the trunk and took something out. Tracy began to feel afraid.
"It's time you started learning," Joe said softly. "I'm your master. You must not question anything I want."
The driver opened the car on her side. She saw that he was wearing a pair of rubber gloves. He reached for her and she moved closer to Joe. Joe pushed her back over to where Brad could grab her.
"Take her panties off, Brad," Joe said.
He looked back at his side of the car while the driver dragged her from the car. She started to scream and he caught her a hard blow on the face. She stumbled back into her seat in shocked surprise.
The blow had not hurt so much as it had stunned her. She had never been struck by anyone before. She had always behaved like a lady and people had treated her like one.
"These gloves are made of a special material," Brad said softly. "They won't mark or scratch you. Mr. Douglas doesn't like for his girls to be scratched."
Before she could fight him he had her dress up to her waist and his hands were underneath her panties. She kicked at him and screamed loudly but he was already pulling her panties down over her long legs.
"How about it, Mr. Douglas?" Brad asked. "Should I continue the lesson?"
"Not yet," Joe said. "Just getting her panties off is enough for this time."
He looked disappointed but he released her. He stuffed her panties into his coat pocket and walked back around to get into the driver's seat.
"Shut the door," Joe commanded her.
She shut the door as she crawled back into the scat beside him.
"Pick up the book," he said.
She picked up the book. He told her to start looking through the pictures once again. She didn't have any choice, so once again she started thumbing through the pictures. The next few pictures were all of girls sucking cocks.
Then she felt numb as she found a picture of Maggie. Maggie was lying across the bed in her apartment. Three men stood around her jerking off. There was already cum on Maggie's forehead.
"Oh God," Tracy said.
"It's exciting isn't it?" he said. "Very exciting. You can feel your pussy getting hot?"
"Yes," Tracy admitted.
"Play with yourself," he said.
She could still see the driver's eyes glancing at her, but she couldn't help herself. She spread her legs apart and pushed one finger into her pussy. She was so hot.
She began to rapidly move her finger in and out of her burning cunt. She wanted to make herself come. She could feel her juices building up.
"That's it," be said. "Make yourself come. Make yourself hot and juicy."
She hardly heard his words. She kept having mental pictures of the women in the photographs. She kept seeing Maggie sucking cocks and getting fucked. She imagined herself lying on Maggie's bed while three men stood around her jerking off.
She could almost feel the cum hitting her in the eyes and mouth and forehead, splashing body on her titties. She felt herself begin to tingle.
"Oh," she moaned. "I'm going to come. I'm going to come. Oh, I can't help it! Oh, oh, oh, oh, OH!"
She collapsed in the seat with her finger still inside her cunt. He took her hand and gently pulled it from her hot pussy. He took her finger into his mouth and sucked her juices off.
"You're going to have many like that," he said. "Many, many happy hours of pleasure before I'm done with you."
She felt scared and excited at the same time.
The driver pulled the limousine to a stop in front of a house in the country. Tracy bad half expected something really fancy. She found it was a large but simple-looking house almost hidden by large trees.
"Get out," Joe said. "Brad will show you to your room. You'll be serving tonight."
"Serving?" Tracy asked.
"Brad will explain," he said impatiently.
She had been dismissed. She carried her own bag once again as she followed Brad up the steps and into the house. Brad led her to a small, cramped room at the top of the stain. There was some kind of costume on the bed.
"This will be your room as long as you're here," Brad said. "The rules arc that you don't go anywhere else in the house unless you have permission."
"I understand," Tracy said.
"You'd better," Brad said. "Mr. Douglas will expect you downstairs at eight o'clock. He's having some friends over and he'll want you to serve cocktails. Your serving outfit is on the bed. Don't be late."
Tracy felt resentment flare up in her.