Chapter 2
Monday mornings were usually a drag for Fred Rodgers. He felt tired from his boozing weekend and, frankly, from too much sex, although he never considered there could be too much of that. But this Monday was all together different, he thought to himself, as he stepped out of his elegant bachelor's apartment. First of all was the up coming week of rest and relaxation at the company's sumptuous "Comfort House", and second was a little package coming to him in the next half hour that promised good things. All in all he felt cheerful and in full command of his 30 years of age and young athletic body.
He locked his apartment, picked up his briefcase and overnight bag and headed straight for the elevator. While he waited, he examined his figure in the mirror of the opposite wall. He had black, slightly curly hair parted on the side, long sideburns, a well tanned and fairly handsome face, and a trim body of average height. All these qualities were complimented by his extremely meticulous and sharp dress. In the old days he would have been a dandy wearing laced cuffs and silk top hat; as a modern man he wore all the stripes and colors in fashion, but with the style and cut that only an expensive tailor could give. This ability to look "of class" was one of the things that had made his advancement in the company possible. He had risen in the short span of three years from house to house salesman to full executive, and at the age of 30 he was the youngest man to fill that position ever.
Yet, he smiled sarcastically at the mirror and thought that it didn't show the most important reason for his success. He was almost tempted to flip his zipper down and wag his long thick cock before the reflecting glass. His cock, he thought, was the most handsome part of his self and the foundation stone of his success. It was not out of proportion with his size, but it performed better than most others, and he could prove it. He had, in fact, done just that when he was a senior in college and won a bet by fucking three girls one after the other and cumming each time like a fresh stallion. Later on in life, his perpetual companion down there between his legs had been a tremendous asset in his door to door sales venture ... especially with the lonely or bored housewife. He laughed when he thought of how his balance sheet had looked in comparison to the other salesmen's - he was an instant success! So he moved rapidly up the corporate ladder, and in each position he had been helped considerably by his superlative penis. It did not take him long to learn that the best way to be noticed by his superiors was to be noticed first by their wives. He found that charming these sometimes empty headed ladies was no problem, and that fucking them was even easier. After that he applied a little pressure here and there, and soon he would be transfered with a promotion. So for three years he had been more than fairly active with his virilely talented penis and that, coupled with a natural business acumen had made him the boy wonder of the company.
The elevator took him down six floors and then onto the parking basement. He opened a late model car bearing the inscription and motto of the company. It had never occurred to him to buy a personal auto, especially when the company provided a new one every year and he could write it off his expense account. He dropped his baggage in the rear seat and drove off screeching his tires for fun. The wide boulevard facing his apartment took him to one of the main arteries of the residential section of town. He turned to it and went for about twenty blocks until he reached what was obviously the doctors' quarters - rich practicioners and specialists of all kinds. He parked and stepped out of the car, walking quickly towards a building with a large sign reading "Lawson Laboratories". The girl in the office seemed to recognize him, and she smiled politely as he asked, "I think I have a couple of records to pick up and a package as well, Miss ... "
"Moore. Yes, Mr. Rodgers just one minute," she said, stepping from behind her desk and disappearing into a side entrance.
Well, Miss Moore, you've got a nice pair of legs and tits, he thought. I'll keep you in mind if I ever have a lonely weekend.
She was gone a few seconds and reappeared with two files and a small package. She smiled again as she handed the bundle over, and he was disappointed to notice a gold tooth shining in her otherwise immaculate denture. He immediately struck her off his list of possibles and walked out after thanking her.
He fingered the package nervously on the way to the car, but did not open it. Instead he tucked it in the inner pocket of his jacket and walked faster, back to his car - in a hurry to get to the office. The morning traffic rush caught him downtown, and he had to sit and wait moving only a couple of feet at a time. When he finally reached the office's private parking lot, he was in a violent temper; but the minute he got into the air-conditioned building he cooled off and began greeting everybody in his usual friendly way. When he reached his office he looked for his secretary, but she was not in, so he left Ms bag and attache case on her desk and went on in to his private office.
Fred sat behind his large oak desk, drumming his fingers in impatience. Finally he could bear the self-imposed torment no longer, and his hand dipped into his pocket to withdraw the package. Suddenly his nervousness disappeared, and with the precision of a surgeon he unwrapped the package ... they were snapshots. His lips broke into a smile as he shuffled the dozen pictures, and his eyes seemed to dance with joy as he looked at each one in detail. For that he laid them on top of the desk one alongside the other so that they looked like a movie sequence. Again his eyes moved quickly over the pictures, and his lips bared back into a lewd smile of satisfaction. What he had in his possession had cost him a pretty bundle, but it was worthwhile.
He picked the first one up and exposed it to the light. It was the backside of a woman, completely naked, showing well formed, round buttocks, a small waist, and sensually curving thighs. Again his attention focused on the legs - he was a leg man - and her legs were lovely and long. The next photo was the same girl lying on a medical bed with her proud young breasts and hair-covered vaginal mound completely exposed. He took it all in, his hungry eyes glowing as he stared at her firm, flat belly and the outline of her rib cage. Then his eyes focused on the face, and his face was now lewdly grinning as he studied the pretty face of his well trained secretary ,.. STELLA!
The pictures were clinical, clean, and non-smeared. For that he had to thank the X-Ray technician who was a young ambitious man who would do anything for a buck. The contact had been made offhandedly by a good friend of his who was hung up on pornography. Later he found out that the photographer did his work out in a laboratory, when he checked it out he discovered that the same lab handled all the medical exams and testing of his company's new employees. Well, after that an anonymous caller explained to the X-Ray technician that he would be well paid for any "special jobs" on good "material" for the Hopkins Land and Investment Corporation. Since then Fred had received several packages of faces familiar around the company building. But nothing so far had ever matched the technical quality of Stella's pictures or the beauty of the "material". Another photo flashed before his eyes. It was similar to the one before: Stella lying naked on the medical table - but this time her legs were slightly spread apart. It showed, oh so clearly, the glossy fullness of her velvety little pussy and the gleaming pink slit between her fleshy vaginal lips. He could even see the very tip of her larger than normal clitoris. God, his mouth was already watering! She was a luscious dish and deserved a royal treament; that's why he had saved her up for the "rest and relaxation" of Comfort House. However, the pictures were a special treat before he actually embarked on the trip. A sort of an aperitif before a gourmet meal. He looked again at the picture and wondered how in the world the X-Ray technican managed to convince the girls to lay in such revealing positions. It was a mystery, but the man never failed to send him the most lewd shots he had ever seen. Actually the X-Ray technician was an artist! And to think he was working with completely innocent girls, who never suspected that they were being photographed when they supposedly were being X-rayed. Well, perhaps that was the secret of his success.
Here was another shot, half of Stella's voluptuously naked body only, but exquisite. Her proudly upthrust breasts had been photographed from an angle so that both could be seen, avoiding the flatness of a front shot. The man had made the picture so three dimensional that Fred involuntarily ran his finger over the breasts, thinking he could almost feel her erect little nipples. But the art of the shot was not only in exposing the beautiful fullness and roundness of her breasts, but in the position Stella had taken. Her arms were crossed over her head, and she obviously had just inhaled a large breath of air because her chest was expanded giving a marvelous lift to her softly glowing mounds. Not that they sagged, by any means! But her whole poise was so elegant that she looked like a ballet dancer. He imagined her dancing erotically in that position, and his eyes twinkled at the thought of her ripely swaying breasts and budding nipples. God! He ground his teeth in an impatient hunger, as his eagerly pulsating cock grew between his legs.
He fondled his lust-hardened penis gently as he looked at the next picture. This one, this one was unbelievable! Stella was kneeling on all fours on the table, and her legs were placed slightly apart, almost at the edge of the black stiff mattress. She was looking back towards the camera that had caught her smoothly rounded buttock in a position that looked like an invitation to fuck! Yes, indeed, Fred thought and clutched his long thick cock tighter through his pants. He couldn't have taken that shot; not ever in his life. He would have been there in two jumps, mounting and impaling her in one fast stroke, then he would let her have it. No woman should ever be allowed to kneel like that unless she was to be fucked ... it was such a waste! And he thought of the X-Ray technician and what a hard-on he must have had, but also what a miser he must be to pass up that opportunity for money when there was something as delectable as this a foot or so away. There were men and there were X-Ray technicians! He clutched his impatiently pulsating cock even harder, afraid it would try to jump up and look for itself as he examined in detail the photo. Her leg muscles were taut like velvet ropes, with not an ounce of fat on their firmness. Yet her hips were nicely rounded with enough natural padding to make them interesting. There was nothing he hated more than bony girls at the hips. Her thighs rose to meet the bottom edge of her smacking-good rump which was firm and round like a good fucking woman's should be. The two buttock cheeks were separated by a line at the top that opened gradually to show a dark crevice where her puckered little anus lay embedded. It went on to form the very "V" of her vaginal plane that lay nakedly open to his greedy eyes. What a gorgeous sight she was and to think . . . he'd be seeing it in live flesh as soon as they reached the company retreat!
He could see the pink ridges of her spreading pussy and the faint hole formed by the sparsely curling pubic hairs that covered the outer vaginal lips. Even in the coldness of the snapshot he could almost feel the warmth and wetness of her cunt, and he passed his finger up and down her slit as if he were actually stroking it. His cock was rock-hard now and the desire of its blood-filled head transmitted itself to the very tips of his itching fingers. How he would love to spread those sweet pussy lips apart with his thumbs and then let his finger slide up and down the moist little crack! The picture showed clearly the wet mouth of her vagina, that oval opening that undoubtedly held secret treasures for him. And it also revealed again the red peak of her clitoris; with a clitoris that size and so open, she would take no time to pick up steam if he could just lay his fingers on it. With one or two weeks, he would make it turn from bud to flower, and its mistress would love it so much she would whine with lust. Rubbing his cock a little faster now he could almost imagine how his outstretched middle finger would slide in and out of her wetly clutching cunt. He could even see how her nakedly grinding buttocks would wiggle as he ground his finger around inside pressing against the warm smooth walls . ..
Christ, he'd gotten wet! It was no use dreaming like that when the real thing was only next door; besides, he would have her whining like that in not too long. With this in mind, he stood up and took his hotly stiffened cock out into the cool conditioned air of the room. Without flinching an eye he pressed his obdurate member against the cold steel of the filing cabinet. The immediate shock almost made his hand recoil, but he kept it pressed there trapping the surprised penis to the cold wall. Slowly his inflated cock began to shrink back to normal size until it was no more than a third of what it had been before. Satisfied with his own self-control, he tucked his reluctantly wilted penis back to its place and sat once again behind the large desk. With one hand he collected all the photographs, covered them with the original wrapper, and tucked them back in his pocket. With that done he switched on the intercom . .. "Stella?" he said. "Yes sir," her sultry voice answered promptly.
"Please come in," he ordered and switched off.
Fred heard the knob turn and immediately lowered his gaze and pretended to be absorbed in some kind of report. But as the beautiful young woman walked towards the desk, he couldn't prevent his eyes from darting up from the typewritten words. He looked at her fleetingly, but in that quick glance he sized her up instantly. He had that knack with women, and knew that the pictures he had been salivating over were nothing but paper when the real flesh walked in front of him. Fred had always made a point of being particularly cautious and courteous with Stella because the minute he saw her, he was convinced that she was destined to be something better than just an ordinary lay. He had plans for her, and right now he did not want an imprudent look to make her suspicious, so he kept his eyes to himself.
"Good morning, sir," Stella said cheerfully.
"Good morning, Stella. Did you see my overnight bag and my attache case on your desk?"
"Yes, sir, and they are already in the limousine."
"Did you call the airport and find out when the flight is scheduled for us?" he asked, for the first time mentioning the two of them as 'us'. But Stella did not catch the subtlety of the nuance.
"The flight leaves in an hour and a half, and the pilot is your friend Jonas," she said happy she could add that little bit of information. She was a good and efficient secretary, and since she had been around, a lot of trimming of useless paperwork had been done. She was always on time, never missed a day, and kept her work up to date. But she also knew that to be a good right-hand assistant, the human touch was sometimes more important than to work like a computer. So she made a point of keeping the atmosphere friendly and insisted she be called by her first name instead of the usual office routine thing of Miss Swanson. It had gone well with her boss and she liked him. Stella admired him for the way he handled the business side of things, so pleasant and friendly, even in the roughest days. But she had also seen him take a hold of three salesmen and tear them to shreds with cold and calculating simplicity. He knew how to be on top, and she enjoyed working for a man who handled himself well without getting any airs about him. Naturally she also liked him because he was young, handsome, and a damn sharp dresser; something her dear George would never be, no matter how much she polished him. There was also another particular reason she liked him: Never in the three months she had been with him had he ever made a pass or insinuated anything other than respect for her, and she appreciated that. There was nothing more uncomfortable, she thought, than working for a man who couldn't tear his eyes away from your breasts or from your behind when you walked out the door. In general she enjoyed working for this big corporation and with the man she had for boss.
"O.K., then we'll leave shortly so that we can grab something to eat before we get on the plane," he said.
"Yes, sir."
But as she was walking out the door, just to have an excuse to look at her sensually swaying buttocks he asked a silly question, knowing well in advance what the answer would be: "You didn't forget to pack Herbert's report did you?"
"No," she answered. "And just in case, I'm also taking along Mr. Smith's weekly assessment."
"Good, good," he said in dismissed, and watched her as she walked out the door, closing it behind her.
He thought of Jonas, the pilot. He had been out with him in a few adventures and enjoyed his company, even if he was a little bit of a freak in sex. Fred had never forgotten that night they had gotten drunk at a high class bar and asked the bartender if he knew of a good, hip call-girl for them. The contacts had quickly been made, and they picked her up two blocks away. Just before they left the bar Jonas had asked for a bit of cherry syrup, and Fred had wondered what the hell the pilot had wanted cherry syrup for at three o'clock in the morning. He shrugged it off as a drunken whim. But when they got to the motel where they were going to fuck the girl, Jonas asked her to undress and spread her legs open for him. Then to the whore's amazement, and before Fred's disbelieving eyes, Jonas took the bottle of syrup and began pouring it over the woman's pussy. When she was dripping all over with it he kneeled and began sucking her cunt with all his might, until he had licked every single drop. Jonas then had looked up at him and said with a mischeivous look: "Man, there is nothing like a cherry tart." And the idiot had laughed himself silly at his own corny joke. He even repeated it several times while they were both taking the bitch at the same time. Fred would be pistoning away into her expertly grinding cunt when Jonas would suddenly ask him: "Hey, Fred do you like cherry tarts?" and roaring away with laughter the pilot went on fucking his cock in and out of the girl's widely availed mouth without missing a stroke.
Today, though, he hoped first that Jonas would be sober enough to fly the plane straight and second that he would not try any wisecracking with Stella while they were on the way to Comfort House. He wanted the girl to ride without a trace of a doubt in her mind, and a slip from Jonas' tongue could ruin three long months of preparation. He would take Jonas aside a minute and warn him if he saw that wicked twinkle in his eyes. It always meant danger.
The young executive stood up, picked up his sunglasses and strode out the door. He was met by Stella's pert gaze and he felt his knees weaken a little. Come on man, he said to himself, think of all the pleasure she's going to give you . .. and maybe the new promotion her tight little cunt might get for you if you handle things right! Straighten up. She'll be a good piece of tail to have for the week. .. but don't fuck it up now!
"Are you-ready?", he asked her.
"Yes, sir."
"Let's go then," he said opening the door for her like a perfect gentleman.
They walked out together and took the elevator down to the basement where the company limousine was waiting for them. The drive was a short one, and they arrived at the private airfield in fifteen minutes. When they got to the lobby, after making sure a porter had taken care of their baggage, Fred turned to Stella and said, "Why don't you go to the cafeteria and get something to eat? I'll go look for Jonas!"
"All right," Stella answered and they walked off in opposite directions. Fred glanced back a couple of times to look at her long slender legs flashing through sunlight and shadows and at her sensually enticing buttocks as she walked away.
He knew exactly where to find Jonas, even at this hour of the morning. When he got to the bar there he was, having it out with a slot machine. Fred clued him fast on what he didn't want him to do and told him they would meet at departure time - he had other things to do -and left Jonas banging away at the machine that had just devoured his last quarter.
He joined Stella at the cafeteria and was surprised when he saw her sitting before a lonely cup of coffee.
"Don't you want anything to eat?" he asked really amazed.
"No, thank you. I'm not really hungry. I suppose it's the excitement," she said plaintively.
"Well with me it works in reverse: I get ravenous when I am excited. And right now I am starved. So if you'll excuse me ..." he didn't finish the sentence and walked out to the buffet.
He was back shortly afterwards with a tray full of breakfast items which he ate while trying to make conversation with Stella. After all, he did want to get to know the girl; up and down, he thought sarcastically. He asked her about her hobbies, what she liked to do in her spare time etc. Until he got down to the question that had been intriguing him for a long time now.
"Eh . . . Stella, and what about your ... oh ... personal life? Do you have a boy, friend, a steady or something of that nature?"
"Yes I do. I'm engaged to be married," she answered smiling at his personal question. It was the closest he had ever come to anything outside office duties.
"When?" he retorted almost instantly.
"Oh, I guess in the summer."
"You won't be leaving us, will you?" He asked a little anxious.
"I have no intention of doing that.. . unless the company has some kind of regulation that bars married secretaries from working with young executives," she said with a laugh.
He had to laugh too, but mostly out of relief. It would surely ruin his plans if she thought about leaving. But hell, why was he so worried about that anyway; he was sure her plans would change radically after the end of the week. And in a way he felt sorry for whomever it was she was engaged to. But he was no sentimentalist, and she was going to be a very good thing indeed to have around for the week, plus the key to greater success in his career.
It was the first time he had enjoyed looking into her eyes without fear of giving himself away, and now he noticed how clear and green they were. Her hair too, was a lovely blonde and looked silky and soft. All in all she fitted perfectly in his plans, and he hoped he would fit her perfectly, although in a more "solid way". He didn't think she was a virgin, but he prayed she wasn't. It would be too much a strain for him to go through that routine again, and the poor girl would be too tired and sore for what he had in mind for her. He wanted a cosmopolitan girl for his "rest and relaxation" week.
It was almost time to go, so they finished their last cup of coffee and headed for the gate. There they were met by Jonas, who looked unusually sober as the three of them boarded the plane.
Stella was very excited by the whole adventure that lay ahead for her. She was even excited by the fact that they were being flown to the place in a private company plane, instead of a regular commercial airliner. The whole thing was going to be the VIP treatment of her life. On top of that, everything had been straight on the line and nothing out of order seemed to be happening. But George had been so suspicious all along that some of his doubts had creeped into her mind overnight. Now she was as confident as she had been all last week. By God! not many people got this chance in their lives, and she was going to enjoy it to the fullest. She was sure that after she got married, George would put his foot down if something like this ever came up again, and then she wouldn't be able to argue . . . but now she was her own boss and old enough to take care of herself.
The plane ride was fairly short, and she was absorbed in looking down at the countryside from the six-seater plane. The conversation kept going between the two men, but occasionally Jonas would include her and tell her a joke. Apparently her boss knew all of his jokes and was not interested, but Jonas liked to tell them anyway. Most of them were pretty corny, she thought. When they began to descend for the landing the young secretary noticed that the airstrip was just a short runway located in a corner of a large field surrounded by hedges, fences, and barbed wire. In the center of all these acres, covered with beautiful green trees, stood a large mansion-like house. Stella had to force her lips shut not to whistle in amazement. So that's where the big shots spent their recreation time, she thought. No wonder they all got so pot-bellied after forty.
They were driven off to the house in an open car, and the pretty blonde's astonishment continued to grow. By the time they were actually in front of the mansion, Stella was really stunned. She had heard of these sumptuous places where the big executives went to spend their time, but nothing she had ever imagined could come close to what she was looking at. It was like a majestic palace in the middle of nowhere. They got off the car and their baggage was picked up by a young man dressed in what seemed to be a hospital orderly's uniform. They went in and her eyes were dazzled by the splendor of the chandeliers hanging from the ceiling and the huge marble staircase that dominated the enormous receiving room. But looking around her she noticed more men and women walking around in the strange white uniforms. She looked at her boss in answer to the riddle.
Fred patiently explained that the mansion was nothing more than a rest-relaxation-recreation sanitarium of the company where executives came every so often for treatment and therapy. Everything, he said emphatically, was done under doctor's orders. Then he went on to say that before they could get down to business or do any of the work they brought along, she had to go through several rooms where they would determine what sort of therapy and rest was the best suited for her. He urged her to comply with all the doctor's rules and regulations because they were all geared to reduce the anxieties of people who worked under constant pressure. The company, in all its wisdom, considered that their profits depended largely on the health of their executives and therefore had organized this "hospital" for them. As if to reassure her, he said he would be present in all the "rooms" to make sure she understood everything. After all she was his responsibility.
The somewhat apprehensive young girl was registered in by a nurse who sent her along with
Fred and an orderly to the "briefing doctor".
They went down a long corridor until they reached a large old-fashioned double door. On top of the door they read a sign: Dr. Stefanes, Check-up and briefing. Inside, the doctor was musing at his desk, but when his patients walked in, his face immediately lit up. Stella was a little disconcerted by the man's look. He was short and chubby with knobby fingers. But what really surprised her were his little dark eyes, they had a lecherous look about them she didn't like. Her skin felt chilled as he looked her over.
It was as if he were seeing beneath her clothes and measuring every inch of her body. But when he started to talk, her doubts seemed to dissipate: He had a very professional tone, and after that first greedy look he almost paid no attention to her. The doctor had opened a folder and was asking all kinds of routine questions like name, address, branch of the company, the name of her immediate supervisor. He went on to ask if she had had any serious illnesses, suffered from epileptic attacks, or was addicted to drugs. Finally when the dossier was completed he asked her to step behind the cloth partition in the room and remove her clothes.
While the apprehensive young secretary was undressing she heard the two men talk. It was mostly the doctor asking her boss when had he last been admitted to Comfort House and things of that nature. Stella gradually began feeling very lucky again to work for a company which took such good care of its employees. All their medical stuff seemed to be particularly thorough, even when she was hired that first routine medical test she had to go through had been more detailed than any other she had taken before . -. . especially the X-Ray parts of it. Briefly her mind flickered back to that day ...
When she had been sent to the lab to take the tests they had taken all kinds of samples from her, and then they had sent her to the X-Ray technician. He had been a very professional young man who had given her some horrible white stuff to drink so that "things would show better" when the X-Rays were taken. He warned her that it tasted terrible and if she felt a little dizzy or out of sorts for some time not to pay any attention, it would soon disappear. The stuff tasted terrible indeed and shortly afterwards she certainly felt dizzy and weak in the knees. It had been then that the technician had come back and asked her to undress. Just as she had finished taking her panties off, a red light turned on in the room. She felt paralyzed, but the soothing voice of the young man told her not to feel self-conscious, that all was merely routine for him. She remembered wanting to say something, but her tongue had felt thick in her mouth and her mind was muddled. He had lifted her onto a medical table and put her in all sorts of positions to take the X-Rays.
Some of the positions had been strange enough she thought. But the young man had explained they were to expose the cervical region and what not. Anyway, she remembered how, after she had lain on her belly he hoisted her up by putting his hand right on her vagina and pulling her up. When she mumbled a protest, he said something about another kind of region and reassured her that he meant nothing when he touched her pussy. She didn't think he had used exactly that word, but it meant the same thing. The next thing she knew he was using his fingers to open the lips of her pussy (genitals was the word he used, she now remembered) and spreading something greasy all over. By then she was so muddled in her head that all she understood was something to the effect that he had to test "erectile tissues". Anyway, all she felt was a wonderful sensation running up and down her back while something warm rubbed up and down the length of her "genitals", as he called it. But the most incredible sensation came when a rubbery tweezer-like thing began to squeeze and twist her little clitoris. It had gone on and on until she thought she was going out of her dizzy mind. Then suddenly it had stopped, and she felt herself being turned over on her back one more time. By then she couldn't help herself from opening and closing her legs - she was hot, very hot in her seethingly aroused vagina. After a while the technician came back and guided her hand down to her wetly throbbing cunt and asked her to insert her middle finger in her vagina. She didn't quite understand, but she did as she was told and pushed her finger into her already steaming passage. It was all she could bear, and she groaned aloud as she pressed it against her moistly hungering inner walls.
Even now she felt ashamed and blood rushed to her face when she recalled what a spectacle she must have been for that professional man. But she couldn't help it then, and she had groaned and moaned until. . . My God! yes, until she exploded inside and she'd had an orgasm. It was shameless! Yet after the dizzy spell had passed and she was dressed, the young man had been very understanding and sympathetic. He had said her reaction was fairly common among his patients, and that she should not feel ashamed because of him. He had been in the business for so long that what had happened to her was nothing more than routine. With that he ordered her to go and have a strong cup of coffee and a good breakfast, if she had not had one yet. After that her trust in the company had grown immeasurably . . .
Now standing behind the screen at Comfort House, Stella unbuttoned her brassiere and slipped off her panties to sit nakedly waiting on the medical table for the doctor. She listened again to the conversation, but the two had just stopped talking. She sat and waited. Then suddenly the partition drew open and, to her dismay, there stood her handsome young boss behind the roundish-faced doctor.
"Please, don't be alarmed," the pudgy little man said. "This is perhaps the first of many shocks you will receive while you are in Comfort House. But we are here to break down the barriers that impede human communication. And one of the most important barriers is our own body."
"But doctor," Stella tried to interrupt. "... we shouldn't be afraid or ashamed of it. Nor should we hide it. This is specially true between men and women, and that is the reason why Mr. Rodgers is right behind me. The first thing you must forget while you are here, is that he is your boss. From now on you should treat each other as fellow patients so that you get to know each other as two human beings. But for that you must first recognize the differences in each other and what each of you have in common."
My God! what is this man talking about! Stella thought. She felt as if she were suddenly walking naked in a public place and these two men were just two among the crowd staring at her. She couldn't raise her head for shame, but all the same she could feel how her boss' eyes roamed over her nakedly exposed breasts and thighs. She had covered her softly curling triangle of pussy hair with her hand when she first saw them, but even that made her feel more naked than ever. Fred Rodgers' eyes felt like two scorching fires on her, drinking in all the vulnerable nakedness of her body. She wanted to run and flee from the 'hospital', but her legs felt heavy and her entire body was stiff from fear and shame. God, she felt disgraced! How could she ever go back to work with this man after he had seen her like this? How could she ever hold his respect again? Everything was lost, she thought and felt hot tears welling her eyes. Still she couldn't raise her head.
"Now, I want you to relax," the doctor said interrupting her thoughts.
"Please, Stella, do as he says. Don't feel bad. I feel just like you," Fred said in his most convincing salesman pitch.
Stella's face darted up immediately, when she heard Fred's voice. And when her eyes met his, they seemed so sympathetic that she believed him. Still she felt ashamed, but perhaps she could learn to relax if.. .
"We are going to give you a medical check-up, my dear. And we are all going to be participants. That is to say you, me, and Mr. Rodgers here," Stella heard the little man say. What the hell did he man by "we are going to participate"? Again her knees trembled in humiliation, but the doctor was just touching her on the shoulder and saying, "Relax!"
Somehow the warm touch of his chubby hand on her shoulder seemed to release all the pressure from her chest. And slowly very slowly, Stella felt the muscles of her stomach unknot one by one and the tenseness of her back disappear. Finally a great sigh of relief cleansed her body of the intense shame she had felt a few minutes before.
Now, the same warm hand was pressuring her to lay back. She resisted. In her sitting position she could still crouch and half hide her nakedness, but if she lay ...
"Come on my dear .. . we're all adults here,"
the doctor said with an air of impatience that made Stella feel like a fool.
She felt his hand push once again. This time she gave in and let her back slide down to the covered medical table. She was now completely defenseless before the two pairs of eyes examining her, but there was nothing she could do. She felt ashamed now that the doctor had to call her an adult to make her realize that ... that... well, that they were all grown-ups, urban, and educated people! And this shame of her body was definitely a hang-up. She had to show courage.
"After all, Miss Swanson, you - all of us as a matter of fact - realize that that there are certain basic distinctions between your body and say Mr. Rodger's. You have two glands that in common language we call breasts, or more vulgarly, 'tits'. And your genitals are not at all like his: You have a vagina or a 'cunt' and he has a handful of erectile flesh we call penis or 'cock'. On top of that your buttocks or 'ass' is probably more developed than his; just as your hips are a bit rounder and more padded than his ... "
Stella couldn't help but blush at the obscene words the doctor was mingling with all his explanation. The terms were not unfamiliar to her, but she felt out of sorts when the doctor used them so freely in front of her boss. The blood seemed to rush to her ears and spread forcefully over her face. She blushed even harder as she realized how idiotic she must look to the two men. She had to control herself... she had to ...
"... but the real important factor," the doctor went on, "is to know what ground we have in common, so that we can understand each other first as human beings. Then, we can enjoy each other as men and women. Don't you agree?"
"Yes .. . yes, of course, doctor," Stella found the voice to answer.
"O.K. So lets get on with our little exam, shall we?" the little pudgy man, said smiling triumphantly over at Fred.
Fred Rodgers had been completely deaf to the doctor's lecture. His eyes, mind, and ears had been glued to Stella's voluptuously ripened body. By God, he thought, she was ten times more beautiful than the pictures showed. Those shots had not revealed the creamy whiteness of her skin and the way it shone or smelled. It had not depicted clearly how really fantastically beautiful her breasts were, and how warmly dark was the aureola that surrounded the pink nipples. He felt an incredible need to suck them, to bite them ... He would, by God, he would! His eyes roamed down to the finnness of her rounded little belly and the well padded hips until it was stopped by the cushiony triangle up between her thighs. Well, one thing was comfirmed in his mind - she was true blonde. The sparse pussy hair that covered her loins was made up of little golden ringlets. He could hardly wait to get them soaking wet with his own saliva, to entangle his teeth in them, to feel their springy texture against his nose and cheeks. Man, how he was going to eat her down there! But now he had to wait, it was all procedure and part of the game. Patience, he told himself.
You'll fuck her, and on top of that you'll make a mint of money out of that sweet little cunt of hers. Right now just drink in what the doctor is going to show you.
Stella felt the doctor's pudgy fingers start probing around her shoulders. They moved around feeling her bones. He lifted her left arm up and down and then did the same thing to the other. His eyes seemed very intent on what he was doing, and his hands had the firm professional touch about them. She started regaining her confidence again. Then the lingers moved down and he cupped her right breast in his two hands and lifted it so that it looked bigger and firmer than it normally was. His lingers dug in feeling the entire mass of her breast and going around and around it. Then he took up the other breast and did the same, cupping and testing it. For what, she did not know . . . maybe lumps or something?
Jeeessssuuusss! Fred thought. The way this bastard's pressing up her tits they look like two gorgeous peaches. He fought the impulse to tell the doctor you didn't squeeze peaches, you ate them, you sucked the juice in them. Oh God! How he would love to see that pair of tits hanging and dancing over his head. And he imagined himself straining up for them, trying to bite the two bud-like nipples, but failing each time so that her boobs kept dancing before him, driving him right up the wall - getting him so hot he could throw a fuck into a 155 howitzer.
They would graze his cheeks and he could feel their hardness against his skin, but when he turned to take them in his mouth they eluded him. The nipples would tickle his nose until he could almost smell their desire. They would move in rapid succession over his lips making them tingle with lust, but still he couldn't bite them. Only his tongue could reach them - the tip would caress the fullness of her flesh and relish the sweet, erect nipples. But he was going mad ... he wanted to suck them ... to bite them . . . God! Fred caught himself salivating and passing his tongue nervously over his dry lips as he stared down at his naked secretary.
For Stella the doctor's hands were moving down, sliding down her rib cage and pressing, pressing all the way to her belly. She felt the stubby fingers roam around her navel and still move further down until they reached the sides of her vaginal mound. He pressed inwards bringing her blushing pink pussy lips up for view. She held her breath and kept her eyes glued to the ceiling to avoid the face of both doctor and boss. Then she felt the fingers push together until they were pressing against the very tip of her sensitively throbbing clitoris. They squeezed and her legs tightened up involuntarily. What in heaven was he probing around that area for? But she dared not question, she had already looked like a fool once .. . she wouldn't again! She didn't want to be thought of as a frightened immature girl. But the lingers kept at it, squeezing her clitoris and moving further down over her suddenly tingling cuntal lips.
What Stella could not see were the almost fanatic eyes of the doctor who was exchanging lewdly insinuating glances with her boss, Fred Rodgers. The little man was relieving himself through his fingers, and the warm vibrant touch of her clitoris had made him a little wilder than usual. But the point was that usually he didn't get beautiful bodies like this one. Usually they were just ordinary girls who on top of everything smelied vulgar and generally turned him off. But this one! She smelied of lavender and her pussy, Lord it smelied .. . smelied . .. he didn't know exactly, but "glorious" would come close. All he knew was that his fat little cock was dancing beneath his gown and if he didn't watch it he would cum before getting to the end of the examination. He had to see it... to see her entire cuntal slit, or he would die. Coughing to regain his voice he said, "Please Miss Swanson, lift your legs and place your feet right here."
Stella looked around and saw the two stirrup-like bars standing at the end of the table. Timidly she lifted her feet up to them and was appalled when she discovered there was no way she could close her legs. With more determination than ever she glued her eyes to the ceiling to avoid the lewd sight she presented to the two men before her. She knew it had to be obscene - her legs high up uncovering whatever protection there was to her vaginal furrow. She bit her teeth in order not to blush or protest - she didn't want to appear so naive and foolish ever again.
Fred Rodgers watched the doctor with amusement. Let the old bastard take his pleasure now, he thought- It is the only time he'll have with her. There will be plenty of hours for me, and far better. He looked how the little doctor's jet black eyes opened at the sight of Stella's coral pink little pussy and how his hand moved inconspicuously beneath his long white robe. Why, the jerk, was going to jack off right there! But looking back at Stella he felt his own eagerly leaping penis get wet. Boy, she was something to look at!
He moved a couple of steps to the side so he could watch the doctor's lewd maneuvers and not miss seeing an inch of the young secretary's succulent vaginal flesh. It looked rich enough and warm enough to melt inside. As if a signal had been called his cock jerked suddenly, making the lust-swollen head throb and ache with want. How delicately pink her hair-lined slit was, and how softly inviting the lips that covered it looked. If he could just lay his hands on it...
But the doctor was already doing just that. Nervously his short fat thumbs opened the cuntal wedge to reveal more clearly the secret cavern of her femininity. The doctor could hardly contain the sudden excitement that shook him. His mouth watered and his eyes gazed hungrily as he ran his fingers over the soft, fleshy layers of her cunt and drew the ragged pink lips further apart to expose the breath-taking fullness of her vaginal furrow. The entire area was nakedly exposed to him in a panorama of carnal delight. The little rubbing he had performed on the clitoris had paid well because the bud had risen and grown to what he knew must be twice its size. Now he could see it firm and erect, almost palpitating before his very eyes. It was like a beautiful little pink berry. How she would love it if he could just once swirl his tongue around it. He couldn't stand the sight any longer... and he dropped his hand again under the white robe feeling for his hotly throbbing cock. Without taking his eyes away from the coral richness of Stella's inviting little cunt the doctor started pumping his penis manually, slowly at first and then harder and harder. He looked longingly at the wetly waiting mouth of her cuntal cavern, the hole that led into the depths of her soft warm womb. He wished he could ... he wished .. .
He felt his balls fill with liquid very quickly, and little spasms course up and down his body. He pumped his fat little penis faster and faster in frustration and desperation while he watched the cushiony folds of the rose-colored cunt before him almost cover his thumb and forefinger. She was a man eater. . . she could swallow anything with that fantastic pussy, his mind hammered on. She could .. . yes .. . she could make a man cum ... just... by looking .. . at.. ., her ... cunt!
He bit his lip to withhold the grunt in his chest and the shortness of air in his lungs, until his cock spewed the hot sperm that had accumulated in his balls. He let the viscous liquid spill to the floor while he attempted to keep the hand on her warmly pulsating pussy tight under control. Beads of sweat poured down his temples and his heart was beating too fast. I'm getting too old for this type of exercise, he thought and with that he let his hand drop from Stella's open cunt. He breathed in deeply and silently several times to regain his composure, then put his cock back where it belonged and coughed.
"That will be all Miss Swanson," he said making a great effort to put back into his voice its professional seal. He walked out and slid the partition closed once more.
Stella dressed quickly feeling like she had passed a long obstacle course without getting scratched once. When she stepped out she asked, "How did you find me, doctor?"
"Top shape my dear," he said smiling, his beady eyes dancing in their orbits. "Now take this to room no. 1," he added handing her a folder with her name on it.
For the first time she dared look at her boss straight in the eye. But she still felt uneasy and lowered her gaze.
"Come on, Stella, it wasn't that bad, was it? Just a routine check-up. Right doctor?" he said smiling sardonically at the little pudgy man.
"That's right. Just routine," the medical man answered smiling.
Fred opened the door for her and they walked slowly towards room no. 1.