Chapter 12
A security guard let her in through the employee entrance, then directed her to the stairway leading up to the second floor. He assured her that Robert was there and was expecting her. She clipped along on her high heeled platforms, aware that her panties were wet and sorely tempted to take them off at the first opportunity. She had sat between Skipper and Verna on the way over and he had played with her cunt the entire trip. It had felt so pleasant that she had thrust her hand inside his pants and fingered his cock until time to get out at the front curb.
Up to now, it had been a perfectly marvelous Saturday.
Robert met her at the door of the assembly room but he still didn't ask any question. That would come later, she decided. The assembly room was gaily decorated, looking more like an early Christmas than an important board of directors meeting.
"It will be a short meeting." Robert explained. "I want to serve champagne so they can toast the success of the business."
Donna nodded with understanding. She could see he was very pleased. He gave her a love pat on the cheek of her ass and told her he was glad she liked the idea.
"I want you to do the pouring."
The statement came as a pleasant surprise. She hadn't expected to be included in the celebration. He had asked her to come to the meeting but had supposed it was merely to watch the proceedings. She felt greatly honored.
"I'd love to," she told him, then squeezed his hand to show how much she appreciated his thoughtfulness.
She would have to wait a short while, he explained.
"The directors will be coming in at any moment." he went on. "They will take care of business first, then, right after they adjourn the meeting, you come out and pour the champagne."
Donna said she understood.
"There's one other thing," he said slowly. He hesitated, then grinned broadly. "I'll tell you about it later." He pointed to a door across the room, beyond the head of the table. "You wait in there so nobody will know. It's supposed to be a big surprise. When I'm ready, I'll let you know. Okay?"
Donna said, "Sure."
She settled down in the small waiting room, beside the main office, as directed. Robert hadn't asked her the important question yet but she was certain that was what he had meant when he said he would tell her later.
She leafed through the magazines scattered about the small tables and forced herself to forget the slow passage of time. She was so happy that Robert was pleased that nothing else mattered. Serving the champagne would be fun. All she would have to do would be to walk around the table, carrying a bottle, and pour the contents into empty glasses. Anyone could do that.
It was beginning to seem like ages that she waited. The passing minutes drug into what seemed like hours, then hung on into ages, bringing to Donna a new fear that Robert might be wrong. Suppose the meeting was for some other night. Then she would have to remain in the little room until the store opened Monday morning.
She forced that thought from her mind and proceeded to read more magazines and look at more pictures. It was with a deep feeling of relief that she heard the voices and sounds of scraping chairs which must be caused by the directors filing into the room and taking their seats. She listened, counting the minutes, certain that any moment, Robert would open the door and tell her it was time to come out.
There were more voices, which rose into a hubbub, and more sounds. At intervals, she heard names spoken and was certain that Robert's was one of them. The voices became stronger, more pronounced, then suddenly, Robert was looking through the door and speaking to her.
"I'm ready, Donna. Take your clothes off and come on out."
His request came like a bombshell and she was certain she hadn't heard him correctly. "Take my clothes off!" she repeated in dismay. "I couldn't do that!"
"Oh, come on, honey!" Robert scoffed, "it's a gag on Dad. You come out naked and he will really crack up!"
Donna was completely perplexed. She couldn't understand how serving champagne in the nude could help celebrate an anniversary but if that was that Robert wanted, it must be all right. She knew that nudity wasn't a big thing anymore. Naked cake poppers and stag party dancers were being advertised all the time and permitting her future father-in-law to see her in the nude surely couldn't cause any harm.
"Dad will really dig it, baby!" Robert insisted. "You pouring drinks without a stitch on. It will be absolutely the most!"
Donna nodded and began to undress. She had been proud of the fact she had worn her shortest skirt and sheerest blouse. She had intended to show everyone how nice she could look. She sighed as she removed the skirt. After all, it really wasn't important.
She took the two bottles of champagne that Robert thrust into her hands and followed him into the room, completely aware that every man in the room had turned to look at her and what they were viewing was making them beam and grin from ear to ear.
"What a shape! Wow, what a shape!"
"Look at that ass!" a husky voice hissed. "How about eating some of that?"
Donna wanted to appear casual, to ignore the heckling and give the appearance it was no big thing to be viewed naked by a large group of men. The knowledge of all those eyes watching her caused her feet to become very heavy and her legs to sag. She felt more like she was creeping along than sauntering. She started down the left side of the table, searching for the glasses she was supposed to fill.
Robert grabbed her and spun her about.
"Up on the table, stupid! Get up on the table!" He drug her back to the head of the table, pulled a chair from the corner and placed it so she could use it for a step.
"Up on the table, you stupid bitch!" he blurted in a half cry. "Don't you know nothin'?"
Donna's mind froze. What was he calling her? Why was he talking to her this way?
She felt herself half lifted to the level of the table, then a hand pushed against her buttocks, directing her onto the surface. She couldn't back away. There was only one direction she could go. Down the center, the full length of the table.
A round faced, silver haired man, peered up at her through black rimmed glasses. He appeared to shudder inwardly, then covered his face with his hands as if no longer desiring to view what was happening.
"Oh no," he muttered, more to himself than aloud. "This is Bobby's idea of entertainment?" He gave a long sigh, then slumped down in his chair.
Donna shuffled along on top of the table, moving through a sea of upturned faces. Eager hands thrust empty glasses toward her and wild cries followed her progress.
"Gimme some champagne, baby! How about a little cunt in it!"
"Over here, baby. I'll wash your cunt with mine!"
"Let me comb that gorgeous hair, luscious!" A hand thrust a black comb through the uplifted arms and made a pass at her pubic hair. The sharp teeth of the plastic comb scraped down across her stomach, leaving several red scratches which rapidly turned into welts.
"How about a kiss, baby! Let me be the first to suck your pussy!"
Donna stooped, bending over, to tip the bottles over the wavering glasses. Some of the liquid missed the mark and cascaded down onto the surface of the table.
"Do that again," a man shouted. "Show us more cunt!"
Donna was mortified. She hadn't realized until now that each time she stopped, she had unveiled her cunt lips to the men behind her and they were reveling in what they could see.
A round, puffy face hovered in front of her own and the smell of bad whisky forced her to turn her head. "Fifty bucks for a fuck, sister! Right here on the table!"
A finger was thrust into her cunt lips. Donna jerked around, twisted away, then took a step to get away from the probing finger. Her foot landed on the spilled champagne, slid out from under her and she flopped down on the hard surface. Quick hands grasped her body, forced her around on the table so that her legs hung over the side.
There was a slight snicker, then a loud laugh. "Cunt, anybody?"
A loud voice cut through the other sounds. It sounded like Robert. Donna twisted her head, searching for the source. Jeering faces closed in on her.
"Fifty cents to kiss her cunt! Who wants to be first!"
Strong hands forced her legs apart, other hands held her quiet on the table while another hand rubbed the inside of her thighs. It moved up to her pussy, then a finger wormed into her tight pussy lips.
"Open up, you little whore," the familiar voice said. "Orville wants to kiss your cunt."
Donna groaned in pain. "Go away," she pleaded.
"You'll like it, baby! You fuck anything with a cock, try this one!"
Something big and hard pushed against her cunt lips and she squirmed, trying to get away. Harsh hands grasped her legs and held her tight. She was being spread apart like the wishbone of a chicken and a sharp pain shot from her crotch to her hip. She began to whimper.
"Please, oh please!" she moaned. She thrashed her arms up and down, striking the surface of the table with clinched fists. "Please! Please go away!"
A hand came down in a sharp slap on her groin. A thick voice growled in hatred. "Fuck you stupid slut! You've got a cunt and that's what cunts are for!"
The voice... that voice... It sounded so much like Robert. She was certain it was Robert, but Robert...
"Oh, God," she moaned in mounting terror. "It can't be!"
"Give her the meat, Herman. Fuck the shit out of her!"
"Robert? Robert? Is that you?"
"Shut up, stupid," the voice hissed. "You don't know me."
"It is you... IT IS YOU... ROBERT!"
"Fill her ass with stiff prick, Herman. The silly slut thinks it's me."
Hot tears welled into Donna's eyes and rolled down the side of her face. It was Robert. That vile talking man was her Robert! ROBERT! WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME?
The hard prick slithered through the lips of her cunt, into her vagina. Someone was licking her tits but when she opened her eyes, all she could see was a huge form. Men seemed to be swarming over her like bees. Fuck hungry wild beasts, like a pack of wild dogs fighting over a bitch in heat.
"Oh Robert... Oh Robert... " she whispered in despair. "Why did you... Oh why did you?"
"Fuck her Herman! Plug her cunt with hard cock! Blow your balls, man! Fill her belly with hot joy juice!"
"What a cunt!" the softer voice exclaimed. "Boy, what a cunt!"
"Then fuck her, you stupid stud. Ream the shit out of her cunt!"
The prick jerked in and out and every jab forced more pain into Donna's tired body. Everything seemed so hopeless. How could it have ever turned out like this? Why did it? Her Robert...
A new voice shrilled in her ears.
"ROBERT! GODDAMN YOU!"
It became a loud shriek that made the men in the room cower.
"WHAT THE SHIT ARE YOU DOING TO THIS GIRL?"
That voice... that voice...
"LET GO OF HER, YOU SONOFABITCH! ONE MORE HAND ON HER AND I'LL SMASH YOU!"
She knew that voice... The owner was deriding someone, demanding action. He was rescuing her.
"YOU'RE A STUPID PRICK, ROBERT! I THOUGHT SHE WAS YOUR GIRL! WELL, NOW SHE'S MINE!"
The pumping cock was pulled from Donna's unwilling cunt and she sighed with relief. She opened her eyes again, but the tears in them obscured what was going on. The room was full of shapes and some of them were reaching for her.
Soft hands took her arms, pulled her to a sitting position, then she was lifted down, placed gingerly on the floor. She swayed on unsteady feet, then fell against the wide shoulder of her rescuer. A strong arm circled her waist and a hand guided her left arm.
"Come with me, baby," the new voice whispered in her ear. "I'm taking you home."
She was guided across the room, away from the table, away from the cursing, filthy man who sounded like Robert. A long coat was slung over her shoulders and buttoned to hide her nakedness. Then she was led down the stairs and through the side door of the store.
"You're quitting that fucking job, baby!" the voice purred in her ear. "You're going to marry me. Then you won't have anything to do but see I get all the fucking I need."
When they were in the car, Donna peered at her companion. The firm nose, the dark hair, looked so familiar. She looked again to make sure.
"Leonard?"
"That's right, baby. Robert was playing you. All he wanted from you was cunt. When he didn't get the promotion, he got mad."
"That's why he did that... "
"He wanted dad to think I was causing the trouble."
"But you... " Donna was very confused. Things were happening so rapidly she couldn't think.
Leonard's voice was warm, endearing. "I've always loved you, Donna. That back room bit was to make you quit the store. I was afraid of what Bobby might do. He wanted to be president of the store but I got it. Bobby never loved anything but cunt."
The car rolled through the night and the cool air helped to clear Donna's senses. "You're taking me home?"
Leonard nodded. "And I'm going to stay with you, to be sure you're okay."
"I'd like that." Donna said. She leaned against the strong shoulder.