He readily agreed. She wrote her home and work numbers down on a piece of paper he provided, just as Jack came back from his “phone call."
"Good news,” he said, eyeing El, then turning his attention to Roger. “My production manager says we can beat your other deal by eight percent."
Roger nodded and said that was certainly worth exploring. He promised to get back to Jack in a few days, after he discussed the offer with his executive staff.
On the way out to the car, Jack whispered to Eclass="underline" “Well, did he bite?"
"I think so. He has my phone numbers."
"Good, girl!” They got in. “Now show me your pussy."
CHAPTER 10
The next morning, Raphael, the Latino limo driver, picked her up. El was disappointed for some reason. Though Jack could be demanding at times, deep down she enjoyed being in his presence. She felt protected, somehow.
Then again, she told herself, riding with Raphael was good for a blowjob, so that's a hundred she wouldn't otherwise have earned. He drove her to the plant before accepting her services. He made her remove her top so he could fondle her breasts while she went down on him.
"Oh my prettyputa,” he said, shortly before he came into her throat.
El dressed and got out, then went into the building. On the way, two co-workers asked to see her breasts, so she had to stop and flash them. Another followed her into her office and asked her to lift up her skirt. She obeyed, but when he put his hands on her ass, she told him to go talk to Mr. Sawyer, knowing that would cool his ardor.
The intercom buzzed. She reached over and answered it, letting her left hand rest against her mound. El absently began to rub herself, standing by her desk in full view of the corridor. Her action was automatic. The worker stared, then backed out of the room, shaking his head.
"Yes, sir?"
"Come in, slut."
His tone of voice worried her. El came in right away and stripped. She wondered if she'd be better off just wearing a silk robe to work.
"How may I be of service to you, master?"
He pinned her with his stern expression. “You've violated more of my rules, slut."
Her mind raced. “What? What rules, sir? I've been very obedient."
Jack began to tick them off his fingers. “One, when you were in the car with Ralph and Duane yesterday, you continually referred to me as ‘Jack,’ not ‘Mr. Sawyer', or ‘master', or ‘sir'. Two, you fucked a deli boy and didn't report it to me. Three, you were late for your appointment with Hank."
El could only stare. How did he know all those things so quickly?
"I-I'm sorry, sir. I didn't think you wanted to hear about the boy and I don't remember calling you Jack.” She couldn't come up with an excuse for Hank-she had been late, after all.
Jack stood up and removed his belt. “I guess I'm just going to have to punish you until you learn."
El's eyes flew open. She had just started to recover from her last beating. The bruises were just now fading. “Please, no! Anything but that!"
He paused. “Anything?"
She nodded, suddenly feeling trapped. She hoped he wouldn't tie her to her desk naked, in full display of the corridor. He'd threatened that before.
"You didn't shave today, right?"
El was taken by surprise. “Uh, no, sir. You told me not to."
Jack made her get up and he inspected her stubble. He handed her a piece of paper. “Good. I'll have Raphael drive you to this salon. Ask for Angie. They'll do the wax job, and I'm going to call them and add something else."
El's hand flew to her mouth. “What? What are you going to do to me?"
"Don't worry, it's not permanent. Just go and obey them. If not, you may assume the position.” He pointed to the desk.
She stood. “No, sir. I'll go.” She visibly shook as she dressed and left.
Jack smiled. “My little plan is working perfectly,” he muttered aloud. Of course, he made no call. It had all been arranged ahead of time.
El's skin felt cold and clammy with nerves as she rode to the address Jack had given her. She sat in the back of the limo, completely naked except for her shoes. Raphael didn't want another blow-job, so he made her strip and sit in the center seat, legs apart, so he could see her in the rear-view mirror. The tinted windows kept her safe from prying eyes.
They arrived at a strip mall and El got dressed. Raphael said he'd wait for her. She went into the salon and asked for Angie.
A thin, bleached-blonde woman in her mid-forties wearing too much makeup came forward. “Oh, you must be El,” she said at once. “We're all ready for ya."
El noticed that Angie dressed a lot like she did-trashy and slutty. She had on a blue mini-skirt and a sleeveless white top, stained here and there with various potions and dyes. She took El into a private room. The act spoke volumes about what she might be in for.
"Take off your clothes."
El obeyed automatically. She was beginning to hate the bother of clothes. She found she wasn't even embarrassed to be naked in front of this stranger.
"Here, drink this.” Angie pushed a glass toward her.
"What is it?” El looked at it warily.
"Don't worry. It's just a mild sedative. Think of it as a cocktail."
"But it's only ten in the morning!"
"Honey, it will make you more comfortable and my job easier.” She shrugged. “Your boss suggested it."
That galvanized El into action. She drank the liquid quickly. It had a medicinal taste.
Angie seated her in the reclining chair. El became alarmed when she began strapping her wrists and ankles down. “What are you doing? Why do I need these?"
"Relax, doll. I just want to make sure you don't jerk. I don't want to hurt you."
"Please! I don't like this!” El wished she'd taken the whipping with Jack's belt. “What are you going to do? Please tell me!"
"We're going to do a Brazilian wax and then we're going to install some very nice pieces of body jewelry."
El tried to get up. She felt suddenly woozy. “No, I refuse! Tell Mr. Sawyer I'll take the spanking!"
"Too late, honey.” Her voice seemed to come from far away. El tried to struggle, but her arms and legs were increasingly unresponsive. Her mind remained alert, but her body seemed to belong to someone else. It reminded her of the feeling she got when she smoked pot. She giggled.
"That's the spirit,” she heard Angie's voice from a distance.
El watched with detached amusement Angie adjusted the chair, separating her legs up and apart. She remembered being on her back on Jack's desk, like a Christmas turkey, while he shaved her. She giggled again.
It was fun to watch the stylist work. Angie scooted up between her legs and examined her coarse stubble. “Not sure we have enough to work with,” El heard her say, “but we'll give it a go. You can always come back for additional treatments."
She painted her mound and sides with a thick, sticky wax. It felt warm and good. Angie then laid thin strips of cloth over it and left them on a long time until the wax hardened thoroughly. El stared between her legs as if she were watching a nature show.
When Angie began yanking the strips off, El felt a slight tug, but otherwise it didn't hurt much. She could see as the strips came off that there was some hair stuck to the undersides.
"That's better,” Angie said when she was finished. El felt her rubbing all around her pussy. She wished she'd rub her clit. “You still have some hairs that were too short to grab, but if you don't shave for three or four days, you can come back and we'll take care of those."
The experience really wasn't so bad. Was she done? No, she recalled, Jack had wanted something else. In place of a punishment. What could that be?
She watched, detached, as Angie went to the door and left for a few minutes. When she returned, another woman accompanied her. El felt exposed with her legs still up and apart like this, but it seemed more comical than embarrassing. She giggled and tried to wiggle her body at the new girl but her motor control was weak.