Lapse in Judgment
Chapter 1
The Lapse
The couple paused as they stood on the front porch of the huge house and glanced at one another. Neither spoke and each took a deep breath before she reached out and pressed the doorbell. Moments later, her actions were rewarded with the opening of the heavy door.
"Hello, hello," smiled their host warmly. "Do come in." He stepped back to allow the couple to enter the spacious hallway inside. "It's so good to see you both again," he continued. "Go ahead and hang your clothes in the closet and make yourselves comfortable."
As he opened the hallway closet, the couple glanced at one another again. This time, they each gulped but then disrobed, hanging their garments in the hallway closet.
Six days earlier, Steve and Laura were among the revelers at the Chambeaux Industries annual Christmas party. The company was celebrating the season and ten years of phenomenal success.
At thirty four, Steve Packsworth was the newest member of the executive team and was attending his first company party, along with his lovely twenty nine year old wife, Laura. Since they were new to the company, they had decided ahead of time to moderate their celebrating. And they stayed true to their pact.
After a couple of hours, Pierre Chambeaux stood and made a little speech about his thankfulness for everyone's contributions in the past year and about the promise that lay ahead in the new year. Then he proposed a toast and invited each of the members of senior management to make a few comments. Steve managed to get through his comments without feeling like he had embarrassed himself too badly. Then the party continued. Guests started leaving at about nine o'clock but Steve and Laura stayed since they were in the executive family.
Laura quickly made friends with the wives of the other executives and Steve started to wander about. He detected the aroma of cigars and started to follow his nose until he encountered a closed door. He knocked on it politely and then stuck his head in.
"Come in and join us, Steve," said Pierre jovially. Around the table, four men were playing poker and puffing on expensive cigars.
"Thanks, don't mind if I do," replied Steve happily. He pulled up a fifth chair and joined the poker game.
The stakes were high but Steve was an experienced poker player and he knew he could hold his own. Within two hands, he was up $30,000. One of the players retired and left the room. Steve gained ground and lost some and was even as the next retired and excused himself.
Steve eyed the treasure trove of chips sitting in front of Pierre, knowing that it had to be worth at least a half million dollars. That was his target for the night.
Steve bid aggressively and soon forced a third player from the game, leaving only Pierre and himself. When Steve ordered an additional $100,000 in chips, Pierre raised his eyebrows. "Are you sure that is wise?"
"You know I'm good for it."
"That was not my question," replied Pierre. "I know that you will pay. But I asked you if you thought that it was wise."
After another hour, Steve had lost the $100,000 plus an additional $200,000. He sat back in his chair and looked dejected. "It's not my night."
"We win some and we lose some," offered Pierre as he scraped the remaining chips toward him. "You can drop off a check in my office tomorrow morning."
Steve groaned. "I don't have that kind of money."
Pierre looked puzzled. "But I thought that you said you were good for it."
Steve lowered his eyes in embarrassment. "I thought I would be able to win. I lied."
"I see. So you don't have that kind of cash," nodded Pierre in understanding. "Not to worry. I'll simply have your paycheck directed to my account. After taxes, that should only take about a year and a half to repay."
Steve groaned again. "But that won't work either. I won't be able to meet my other obligations."
Pierre nodded again. "Yes, that is a problem. Another solution will be needed."
Steve stood naked in the hallway of his boss. His wife stood equally naked beside him. The solution was that the Packsworths would become the slaves of the Chambeaux' for the duration of the time it would take Steve's salary to reach the sum of the debt. Steve would get to keep his salary but he and his wife would serve as slaves until that time. They had signed the slavery contract the day before and now every day other than a workday would be spent at the Chambeaux residence.
"Hands behind your backs, please," instructed Pierre. Both naked forms complied slowly and reluctantly.
Pierre reached out and lifted Steve's balls with his fingertips, letting the cock rest along his palm and wrist. Steve cleared his throat. "Uh... Pierre.
I'm not into men."
Pierre used his thumb to stroke the shaft. "I'm not either. But Monique will want a report. Besides, your little lapse in judgment makes your preferences irrelevant. It looks nice," he continued. "How long does it get?"
"Errr, I don't know," replied Steve embarrassedly as he glanced down to see his member lying in his employer's hand.
"Well, we'll have to find out, won't we?" His fingers lifted the balls and curled around them, squeezing lightly. With his other hand, he took possession of the limp member and wrapped his fingers around it. The cock started to show signs of life immediately.
Laura watched in disbelief. Half of her was mortified that another man was touching her husband so intimately, especially since Steve was so homophobic.
She knew that Steve must be equally mortified. The other half of her, however, was relieved that it was Steve and not her who was being fondled so humiliatingly. Pierre continued to stroke and watch the hardening shaft until it reached full erection.
"Quite respectable," the owner announced as he released the slave's balls and bounced the shaft in his palm. "You must have no problems pleasing the ladies.
I'll report to Monique that she is the proud owner of about nine inches. But I think it's the girth that she will be most pleased with. Yes, quite respectable." He gave Steve's cock another squeeze and then released it, leaving it twitching as it stood proudly pointing away from the enslaved man.
Laura felt her heart jump as Pierre moved toward her and stopped in front of her. He smiled at her and then let his eyes travel slowly down her nudity.
"Exquisite," he remarked.
He raised his hands and placed them on her hips, sliding upward until his fingers and thumbs could grip her at the waist. Then he tightened his grip slightly to test the firmness of her flesh.
"So slender," he observed. "And you are in remarkable condition. You must exercise frequently."
"I try to," Laura replied. "At least three times each week."
"We will have to keep that up in the future," noted Pierre. He let his hands glide slowly up her sides, leaving a trail of gooseflesh behind until he reached her chest. Then he drew his hands to her front and slid them beneath her breasts. He lifted them in his palms and smiled.
"Quite heavy," he said as he bounced them lightly, watching them jiggle slightly each time they fell back into his hands. "And quite firm. What size are they?"
Laura felt her face flush with embarrassment. First she was being groped by her husband's employer. And second, she was being asked to describe her body intimately. "36C, Pierre."
"Yes, I would have guessed at least a C cup. They are perfect for your frame."
He finally released her breasts and stepped back slightly. Again, his eyes roamed over her body until he reached out and lightly grasped her pubic hair.
"It's very lovely the way that you trim it, but this will have to go. On both of you," he explained as his head turned to look at Steve.