Just Desserts · Part 3 (3/3)
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in some pretty terrifying situations. But he never put me in a situation where anyone else would definitely find out and nobody had so far. It was pretty old-hat with me. I get to be your sexual plaything, you heartless bastard. Tell me what to do and let's get it done so I can get it over with. Another day in the life of the average blackmailed female co-worker.
Brent told me a few days before we left that this was his last chance with me. He was planning to make the most of it and I should be prepared for that. He wasn't about to pass the photos to anyone else as long as I was good to him at the convention. Neither did he see how anything could be done with them from that far away so he thanked me for being good about it and told me that next week would be the end of it. No, he would not give me the pictures back. He enjoyed looking at them from time to time and he'd continue to keep them safe and private. But I needed to be sure to bring a string bikini for the trip. I knew just which one Jerry would have me take.
The convention was about normal; we set up our booth and chatted up anyone who stopped long enough to be a potential target. My short skirts, long legs and long blonde hair were nothing but gravy. After the day we met as a team and went over the day. After it ended Brent asked me to meet him at the indoor pool in thirty minutes. I sighed but nodded as I exited the elevator at my floor. Hell, the way he had me he could sleep in my bed and screw me every night and that was pretty much what I expected to happen.
Thirty minutes later I walked into the resort's pool area. My black string bikini covered little on me and a towel was in my hand. It was a bit too little clothing for me in a semi-company environment. I had been unhappy but compliant about a lot of things with Brent and this was just another item in the list. It was sparsely used and Brent was the only person I recognized in the huge room. He was swimming laps but swam over to greet me as soon as he saw me. Two families, looking like they were together, were also in the area. The two couples had two older teenage boys and a girl probably about twelve.
"Thank you for coming." He started. As if I had a choice. I would like to spend a little time in the jacuzzi with you, maybe a half-hour, then I have something else in mind.
"Whatever." Once again, not as if I had a choice. With that and knowing him I was pretty sure what was coming in my immediate future. I walked over to the corner where the jacuzzi was. I looked down into the still, crystal clear water and turned the controls for the unit to the maximum time, sixty minutes, and maximum strength. A low hum emitted from the water as pressurized, heated water began circulating and obscuring the water. I was grateful for that. Leaving my towel on the side I slowly slid in.
He joined me a moment later leaving his towel right beside mine on the deck. He slid in and stretched, enjoying the water. Then he crooked a finger at me and ordered me over to him.
He didn't even ask, he just smiled at me as his hands slipped below the water and removed the bikini bottoms. I wasn't shocked since I pretty well knew this was coming. I scooted up so he could do it more easily, no point in pissing him off or making it obvious to the others in the room. I slid further down into the water, covering up my chin with the rich layer of bubbles I was grateful the jacuzzi provided. I didn't have to slouch too much. As expected, his hands then undid both straps and removed my bikini top.
What was coming next, I wasn't sure of. Either he could use the strings from my top to tie my hands likely behind my back or just put the bikini in his towel and walk away with it and both towels. I looked at the timer. 57 minutes. It would be a few minutes before 10, the pool's closing time, when it ran out. He actually did both. He drew from inside his towel a small length of rope and told me to turn and put my wrists together behind me. I complied and he tied my wrists behind me. He tied me tightly enough so there was no hope of slipping out of it but not so tight that it cut off circulation.
He took a few minutes, from the surface appearing to talk to me, the five or eight other people in the room oblivious to us. He felt up and squeezed my breasts and ran his hand between my legs. He was trying to slip a finger in so I shifted to the right position to let him. I was grateful for the solid layer of bubbles covering the top of the water and my nudity and aware that once the bubble stopped, if nothing else changed, I was going to have one hell of a problem. But he thanked me and it looked like he wanted to give me a kiss but I glared that away. Hiding my bikini inside his towel he reset the time to 60 and said he'd be back just before the timer ran out.
Hopefully, he said, he wouldn't be late. In my current situation I could do nothing but watch him walk out the only non-emergency entrance and exit to the pool area with both of our towels and my bikini. He left me nude, hands tied behind my back, and quite vulnerable in a public place. There was not a towel or anything I could use within twenty feet of me and the pool area surely had cameras. I looked up and saw two high up on the walls. To step out of the jacuzzi I would be naked, everything visible to everyone else in the pool with my hands tied behind my back and it would surely be recorded. I struggled with my wrists for a few minutes but the rope was tied tightly and had no give.
I gave up on that. My only protection was the layer of bubbles that would cease in 56 minutes. Brent damn sure better not be late.
I began to relax. The water felt good and there was nothing else to do. Brent had been pretty careful to keep me safe. While it was scary as hell, he would most likely continue keeping me safe here. If I got found like this there would be hell to pay for me but it would be easy to send some of it his way. Someone had to tie my hands behind me and walk off with my bikini and the video would show it was him.
Then things went to hell. The two families left except the two teenage boys. After a few minutes to make sure their families were not stopping back they climbed into the hot tub with me. One of them left his towel on the deck right beside me. They had been in the room the whole time, swimming in the main pool. They didn't appear to be brothers. I was getting a real bad feeling about this. I wondered how much of what had passed between Brent and I they saw, and if they knew just what my condition was underneath the protective layer of bubbles.
There was small talk for a few minutes, then the one who had left his towel beside me asked if I could hand it to him. My blood ran cold. They knew, they must know. Even if my hands weren’t tied, to grab the towel my chest and likely my bottoms would be out of the bubbles. Damn Brent to hell! I politely refused. They looked at each other, as if to confirm something, then both slid around the jacuzzi until they were on either side of me. They each ran a hand over my uncovered breast and down my side to confirm my condition.
"Get away from me right now!" I hissed. "I'll scream and they'll call the cops on you both!"
Hands then followed my arms down to where they discovered the ropes binding them behind me. "Wow," one of them said. "Didn't see that coming."
“I don't think you will,” the other one answered me confidently. "Sure, you could, and we'd run like hell, but as we left we'd turn the jacuzzi off. And you wouldn't want that, would you?" He ran his hands leisurely over my breasts, squeezing and pinching my nipples.
"How'd you know?" I demanded. "Did he tell you?"
"Actually no," the first one admitted, "he stayed long enough and we could see he was messing with you but then left you here with the jacuzzi running. The giveaway was that he took your towel. We knew something was up and you were probably naked. We had no ideas about your wrists though. But you are so incredibly a mega-babe and looked so good in that bikini. You’d look so much better out of it so we had to come see.
“We think your boyfriend or husband will be back a little before the timer shuts off. And if you are good, we'll be long gone by then. You just have to be good. Especially with your hands tied behind you like that " Two hands roughly pulled my knees apart and then they both locked their inside legs over mine, strapping my legs widely and their hands began to explore down there. "It's up to you but if you are going to scream, scream now and get it over with, ok?"
They looked at me. I glared at them but made no sound.
"Good." The first one concluded. He moved me, with only a little resistance, so that I was between his legs, back to him, leaning up against him. He took his time fondling and squeezing my breasts from behind me and running his hand through my pussy hair. When he had enough, he pointed to his friend. "Now do that for him."
I was passed to the second teen who subjected me to more of the same. "Pity we can't get her to give us blow jobs." The second one said. "My balls are about to explode."
"Maybe there is a way." The other one mused. He did something under the water which was undoubtedly him pulling down his trunks. "Bring her over here, facing me."
"No. dammit, no way." I hissed as I was manhandled into position.
"Scream anytime, beautiful. You know what will happen."
He scrunched down a little and I felt him position himself right under me. All that had to happen was for me to drop down and take him inside me. I sighed loudly and closed my eyes in acquiescence but I'd be damned if I would cooperate that much. He grabbed my breasts in a firm, mildly painful grip then used them to pull me up and down on him. When he lifted me, I came up and my shoulders cleared the bubbles but he couldn't pull me high enough to see my breasts without pulling me off of him and that he was unwilling to do. It took about five minutes then he slammed me down hard and held me there as I felt him jet into me five, six times.
Him finished, we both looked at the other boy. I was moved over and mounted on him but after a few tries he said no and told his friend to catch me. Unable to prevent it I was pushed back to where the other boy could hold my shoulders which left me at an angle but pretty much vertical. The boy who had pushed me over stood up, grabbed my thighs, and pulled my hips upward so he could have me.
"Are you two crazy?” I squeaked. “There are cameras in here!"
"You're still under the water babe and I'm sure this is far from the first time someone got fucked in this jacuzzi. Besides, what choice do you have?" By that time the one entering me had hit a rhythm and was proceeding with abandon. Even covered by the water I felt so ashamed for this to be happening to me and for the cameras to be seeing it. At least I wasn't being held above the water. My chest did break the surface every once in a while for a few seconds but they didn’t want that and they’d hold me back under quickly. The one doing me finished with a long series of very hard pounding then came into me too with a grimace and a groan. After a long thirty seconds of trembling he was done.
With that complete they looked at the timer which still showed twenty minutes. They mumbled thanks (really?) then climbed out of the jacuzzi. To my horror the first one walked over and snapped off the timer. The room fell silent except for the water gently lapping at the sides of the main pool as the bubbles died down and the jacuzzi water became crystal clear. They stood at the far side of the jacuzzi, drinking in my naked body, my breasts and bushy public hair. With my hands tied behind me I could do nothing. "We'll turn it back on in just a second." They promised. There was nothing I could do but hope they did. I had a minor bit of cover in the water but at least one of the cameras was probably getting a good view. But I felt anxious and sick; all they had to do was walk away.
But when they had seen enough, they grabbed their towels and the first one turned the timer back on, but only for ten minutes. The bubbles were again a thick cover over the top of the jacuzzi but not as long as they needed to be.
"Hey, that has twenty minutes left. You didn't set it long enough."
"I know."
"But why?" I begged. "I did everything you wanted! I let you both have sex with me!"
"Because I can." And he walked away.
I spent the ten minutes after that figuring out where in the jacuzzi was the best place to be in terms of the cameras in case Brent didn't come in on time. He didn't, and the unit clicked off and the bubbles faded to crystal clear in a few seconds' time. I just curled up with my knees up to my chest and feet tucked tightly beneath me. Brent came in about two minutes later, looked happy which gave way when he saw the jacuzzi off. First thing he did was turn it back on then slid into the water. He placed my bikini in my lap as he reached behind me and freed me.
I so desperately wanted to lay into him, but had decided against telling him anything. It wouldn't change what had already happened. He asked what had happened with the timer, it should still be running. I told him the two teenage boys that were already here had figured out what had happened and came into the jacuzzi and felt me up. He apologized and said he had spent the time right outside the door in case someone we knew entered the pool area. He didn't come in to check on me because he wanted me to feel all alone. He was very, very sorry and he'd be more careful in the future. He walked me up to my room and that was that. He thankfully didn’t insist on spending the night in my bed and in me.
The second night the girls wanted to go out to a fancy dinner and there was no way I could skip that without raising very difficult questions. Brent knew it too and said the guys had a dinner planned of their own. He said he wanted one quick thing that we could do before I left. "I need to take you one place and it will only take a few minutes. After that, please rest well, I still want to do that thing I had planned for last night after the jacuzzi. It won’t take long and I just need to show you something so I won't take no for an answer." I nodded gratefully, but with a statement like that perhaps the night wasn't going to be all that restful. He still hadn’t dropped into my bed or ordered me into his; I wondered if tonight that would change.
We were on the ground floor. He took me to the west end of the building and into the stairwell that people would use in case of a fire. There was no door, but an opening showing the stairwell. He led me down one floor to the bottom of it. I slipped off my heels once I saw we were going down stairs to make it easier. The bottom was plain, had a locked door that probably led to some sort of mechanical equipment. I looked up, the stairs had about a three-foot gap between the sides and you could see all the way up to the top of the 15-floor tower. He thanked me, led me back to the ground floor, then wished me a good night.
The next night an hour or so after dinner I was at Brent's room as requested. Demanded. I was in the light dress and sandals I had worn that day since he hadn't specified anything different. He smiled as he opened the door at my knock but exited his room and led me back to the elevator. Unsure of what was going on but sure I had to follow him and do whatever he asked I went with him. He took me back to my room and told me to leave my heels and purse there; I wouldn't be needing them. The only thing I should have with me was my room card key. So barefoot and bare-legged since it was a pretty short dress and holding only the plastic card we headed back for the elevators.
We entered one and to my surprise he pushed the top floor button. Up we went. I had wondered if at some point he would have me and take pictures of me naked in the halls and this looked like it. Everyone in our group was on the bottom five floors. Hopefully he wouldn't tie my hands behind me or to one of the hallway light fixtures when he did it. But he walked to the end of the hall and ushered me into the stairwell, the top of the same stairwell we visited last night. I looked at it. The stairs went up further, probably roof access and maybe a floor or two for utilities and air conditioning. The stairs went down what seemed like forever and only a few more floors up.
This was our last night here. After the work day tomorrow most of our team was heading for the airport, he and I included. He took me up to the top where the stairs ended in a door and the other half of the stairwell was just a concrete slab with the railing and a fire department pipe in the far corner. We arrived, and as I looked at him, he motioned me to remove my dress and hand it to him. That took only a second and as I did, he drew two sets of handcuffs out of his pocket. I sighed but held my hands out, naked, saving him the effort of having to order me to. One set went around my wrists in front of me, the other set went one end around the handcuff chain and the one of the metal pipes that formed the railing. It was actually kind of warm up there so the environment wouldn't be a problem.
I watched as he took and pocketed my door key and then tied my dress into a very tight ball. I didn't understand it until, satisfied with his work, he leaned over the railing into the space between the two sides of the stairwell and dropped it. I gave a muffled shriek as gravity did its thing and the only clothing I had available to me plunged eighteen stories to the basement below us. At least I now understood why he showed me the basement yesterday.
He motioned for me to lay down on the floor and I did. He tied one ankle to another section of the railing and the other to the standpipe, putting me into a "Y" and stretching me out helplessly. I could do nothing but lay there and let him do whatever he wanted and hopefully let me go afterward. I was being as absolutely silent as I could and listening intently for the sound of someone entering the stairwell.
Then he proceeded to do the obvious thing. Off came his clothes and he lay on top of me, kissing me, then licking and chewing on my breasts. He then settled down to the traditional in-and-out which took about ten minutes for him to complete.
He fished out my door key and showed it to me. "I want you to go down to the basement and get your dress and then come to my room to show me. I won't give you your key back unless you have your dress back but I don’t think you’ll be in one of the floor hallways without your dress anyways. I want to spend the night with you but we'll get you back to your room early enough so no one notices." He removed both sets of handcuffs, leaving my ankles still tied but I could easily remedy that. "Have fun, and see you in a while." With that he turned and descended the stairs and went through the 15th floor door. He could do that; he wasn't naked.
Going down the stairwell naked was scary. I got a huge fright when I was on the fifth-floor landing and two people entered the stairwell at the third floor but thankfully they went to the ground floor and out. When I was at the landing between the second and first floor someone started down from the fourth but I just sped past the ground floor opening and by the time they got there I already had my dress back on.
I made it back to Brent’s room with no incidents. Brent wasn't bad. Not Jerry but he was comfortable and nice to hold his naked body while he held mine. We both had a good time and fell asleep nude beside one another afterward. We woke up a little early and at his request did things one more time. As I left, he stopped me for a second. He knew there had been times I hadn’t liked it, and times I hated him, but he had enjoyed things with me. Hopefully someday I might not think that everything he put me through was a nightmare. But it was over. He had no time and no plans to ask anything of me before he was gone. He promised to keep the picture files very, very safe and told me Jerry was one hell of a lucky man.
Epilogue
Five years passed, and two promotions came over that time. I lost Jerry in an auto accident about two years into it. It took six months to just want to wake up and a year and a half for me to even think about another man. I found I wasn't that interested. If I couldn't find someone I could love like I did Jerry, why bother? He was truly one of a kind. I heard Brent was doing equally as well and occasional stories about how he was doing on the other side of the country.
One December I had gone to our headquarters for the company Christmas party. I found to my surprise Brent, still looking rather well, with a stunning blonde woman hanging on his arm. She had on one ring with a large diamond and a second ring that of course matched his. We smiled and I complimented him on his happy ending with Teresa. He told me how sorry he was to hear about Jerry and how he had never known two people who had loved each other as much as Jerry and I. I was indeed blessed to love and be so loved by someone such as he and I. I thanked him for his kind words and inwardly I smiled. If anyone within a thousand miles could know it was Brent and he was right.
He excused himself for a second, then returned without Teresa and with a small clear baggie holding three thumb drives in his hand. "I don't need these anymore and haven't even thought about them since I met Theresa three years ago." He was just too afraid to mail it to me either at home or especially to work. He wished me well, told me I was one in a million, and hoped for me that lightning could strike twice.
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