Chapter 4
Loretta was stunned. She still wasn't certain she was hearing Jerry Doan correctly. The two of them were now dressed, sitting in the sitting room of the motel suite on the plus sofa where the seduction had almost taken place to begin with.
"It's simple," Jerry told her. "You'll have the title of Special Adjuster, and you'll work from this room, or I should say, this suite. There are people who are consistently claiming all kinds of physical injury. Many of thse injuries are muscular, and they can't be seen on X-rays. Doctors examine the people, find no visible swelling, yet the people scream when touched in a certain spot. In order avoid costly court procedures, procedures where more than half the cases cause us to pay, we need some visible proof that there is nothing physically wrong with these people. Normally, to get such proof, would require someone with a camera to follow each one of these claimants around, sometimes for weeks on end, also costing this company a pretty penny."
"But what you're proposing is monstrous," Loretta gasped.
"Nonsense," Jerry laughed. "Most of the claimants today are men, sexually active men, men who walk with neck braces, back braces, and all different kinds of foundation supports to aid their claims. All we need is video tapes of them in action, in bed. In this case, with you. You'll bring them here to discuss their injuries, supposedly preparatory to making a settlement. You'll be using the finest perfumes, wearing alluring clothing, smiling seductively, never making a direct offer, waiting for the man to make the first move. If he's a man, and there's nothing wrong with him, he'll make that move, and when he's videotaped fucking you, we'll have all the evidence we'll need to prove fraud. Not only will it save us hundreds of thousands of dollars a year in payouts, but we'll be able to drop the man from being insured by us."
"I won't do it," Loretta insisted. "I'm not some kind of whore."
"All women are basically whores at heart," he told Loretta. "Look at it this way. To begin with, you enjoyed what we did this afternoon, right?"
"That has nothing to do with it," Loretta insisted. "I was half-drunk and very susceptible. I didn't come on to you. You came on to me. This is contemptible."
"Let's stop kidding ourselves, baby. You loved my cock. What's more, you behave and do as you're told, and you'll periodically be getting more and more of the old pecker. Now you have to admit that's incentive enough, all by itself. But on top of that, we'll pay you three-hundred-and-fifty dollars a week, and fifty dollars for every man you prove to be a fraud."
"No!" Loretta snapped. "I won't do it!"
"You'll do it," Jerry said, smiling. "Come here!"
He got to his feet and led her to a small room she had been unaware of ,earlier. It looked like a tiny dressing room seemingly next to the bathroom that adjoined the bedroom. But where there ought to have been a door there was a mirrored wall. Because it was dark in the small room and light in the bedroom, she saw it was a two-way mirror, and anyone in this room was able to see what went on in the bedroom. "Anyone," in this case, referred to a videotape camera that had started recording the moment the bedroom door had been opened. It was still recording.
Jerry removed the small cassette from the camera and put it on a playback machine he had in the same room. He quickly re-wound the tape, and what followed was a re-play of what had taken place between Loretta and Jerry Doan.
Loretta stared, aghast, unable to believe what she was seeing.
"You give me that tape this instant," she insisted.
"Don't be riduclous," Jerry laughed. "That tape will insure that you'll work for us. It will also prevent your getting a job elsewhere, and certainly not with any other insurance company. From now on, you work for Reveler's Insurance. You're our Special Adjuster, which means you fuck on cue. There'll be many weeks when you won't have a single potential client. But there'll be other weeks when you'll be handling two-or-more men in a day."
"Why?" Loretta asked. "Why me? I thought you liked me."
"I do like you," he assured her. "I think you're the best hump I've ever known. What's more, if I go on fucking you, in time, I might even fall in love with you, even with your screwing all these other men. When I move up in the company, I'll take you with me. But the thing is, I need your special pussy to move up and become an executive. When that happens, I might just marry you and make you a junior executive. We'll be a husband-and-wife team."
"You're just saying that now to get me to agree," Loretta gasped.
"I'm making no promises," Jerry admitted. "But then, no matter what happens, you'll have a good job here at Reveler's. What's more, you'll be trained to do field adjusting, as well. During slow periods, we'll even let you go out on adjustments."
"I don't want tp do this," Loretta insisted. "I'd rather look for work in some other field."
"No way, baby," Jerry smiled. 'The minute I laid eyes on you, I knew you would be perfect for what we needed. You have a terrific snapping pussy that'll make any man all but throw his back out. This is what we need, to make them move those asses of theirs and prove there's nothing wrong with them."
"I feel so ashamed," she said, shaking her head.
"Don't be a fool," Jerry told her. "Every woman uses her cunt to get ahead nowadays. How do you think the bit movie stars started out? All the big women executives had to begin flat on their backs in a bed. You're doing the same thing as they. Don't feel so bad about it. Like I said, in the long run you just might end up marrying me and the two of us'll run Reveler's together."
"Don't make promises you have no intention of keeping," Loretta snapped, feeling totally crushed.
"I'm telling the truth, honey. I'm not the kind of a guy who falls easy, but I fell for you. The fact that I'm using your pussy to advance myself won't turn me off you one bit. But you believe what you want to believe. In any case, you're hired whether you like it or not, and this is your office from nine-to-five unless you're given a field assignment."
Loretta sighed, hanging her head. She knew she was beaten. Yes, she would do as he said, become a slave to the insurance company, for now. But if she did get a chance for freedom, she'd grab it.