Seven Days of Service

Seven Days of Service - Day Three

Seven Days of Service – Day Three


         Wednesday morning came early this week, and I was still dealing with the angst of having probably fucked up a perfectly imperfect bondage scheme by trying to rush into it too fast. My hope at this point was that Cathy would simply blow off the incident, and allow me to change direction on our terms of service. After all, I still would love to have her continue cooking for me, and I could add cleaning and general housekeeping services into the mix to satisfy the service requirements.

         Sitting at my desk, I sipped my coffee and reviewed the day’s workload and was surprised to find it exceptionally light. After the stress and tensions of the past couple of days, I decided I’d take the afternoon off for a change, and get some laps in my swimming pool at home. The weather was perfect, I had cold brews in the fridge at home, and I could fall back and regroup on this service issue.

         I was scanning the last couple of reports when my office door opened. Looking up, I was surprised to see Cathy turn and lock the door, then walk to the front of my desk. Looking at the wall, I saw that it was already 10:00 a.m., and looking back at her noted that the collar was still attached to her neck.

         Remaining in front of my desk to display her obedience to my instructions, she locked her eyes directly onto mine, unbuttoning her blouse to reveal that she was still quite bare, something my cock was quick to pick up on. This time, leaving her breasts bare, she reached down and pulled up the hem of her skirt, revealing that she had not worn any undergarments either.

         Before she could cover back up and leave, I decided to see if I could push her threshold of comfort a bit more, and motioned her to come around the desk next to me. After a moment’s hesitation, she dropped the hem of her skirt, slowly walked around and stopped, just out of my reach.

         I motioned to her to raise her skirt once more. Still watching my face, she did so. Her pussy was almost directly in my face, and I couldn’t help but notice that there was already a substantial amount of moisture evident on her labia and even showing on the sides of her inner thighs. The faint aroma of her arousal was already sending powerful messages to my libido, causing my cock to push out against my trousers even harder.

         Again, I made no pretense of trying to hide my own excitement; instead I sat there with my legs open, hands on my thighs, watching her stare at my erection.

         To keep her a bit off balance, I reached out with my right hand and combed my fingers through her pubic hair. As I continued to scratch my way around her mons, I could feel the heat emanating from her pussy, and my fingers continued to collect the wonderful moisture produced by her arousal. Finally, I dipped my fingers directly into her cunt, sliding them deep within her body.

         I felt rather than heard her gasp, and as I looked up into her face I saw that her eyes were closed and she was biting her lips. She held her arms stiffly by her sides, and her hands were clenched. But, this was neither the time nor the place for play, so I withdrew my fingers from her body and pushed her back away from my chair. Getting up, I looked down on her standing before me, and told her to open her mouth.

         Puzzled, she wrinkled her brow at me, but did as I asked. I then took my fingers and inserted them into her lovely mouth, and instructed her to clean them for me. Her puzzled look quickly turned into a frown, and I could see that she was weighing her response very carefully. After an awkward pause, I felt her tongue gently licking her fluids from my fingers. As she did so, she dropped the hem of her dress and began to button up her blouse. Once she’d finished covering herself up again, she took hold of my wrist, and worked her tongue across the last of my fingers, and stepped back. I saw a bit of defiance in her face.

         After last night I thought our little game was over, and that was why I challenged her to a little sexual humiliation this morning. Certainly what we’d done last night was much worse than what I’d directed her to do just now. As she stood before me, waiting for instructions I asked her, “Were you all right with our ‘sensitivity training session’ last night?”

         She dropped her eyes to the floor, and said very softly, “Yes . . . Sir.”

         Wondering about how the session ended, I asked her, “Why were you so upset just before you left my house? You were crying.”

         Still looking at the floor she paused, thinking—then replied, “I was shocked and ashamed at what I’d done in front of you. I’d never lost control like that in front of anyone before. How could I have not only climaxed in front of you, but begged you to make it happen?”

          “And yet you are here this morning?” I said. “Why?”

          “The contest, I think. I don’t really know,” she responded. “I’ve never come up against this kind of situation before, and I’m a little confused. I need to find out what’s happening to me.”

          “Well, for the purposes of this ‘deal,’ you ARE to provide services to me, services that haven’t really been defined, right?” She slowly nodded her head. “Did I harm you in any way?” She shook her head in the negative. “So, for all intents and purposes, you belong to whom, at least for the extent of this contest?” I asked.

         She thought about that for a few moments, then squinted her eyes and said, “You?”

         I smiled at her, “Only four days left, Cathy. Then you can return to what you were before you lost this contest. A few more days of ‘sensitivity training’ and you can embrace it, or fall back into what you were.”

         As I finished saying that, I casually reached over to her with my left hand, and lifted the hem of her dress. With my right, I reached between her legs, and into her sex, dragging my hand slowly through her pussy lips. She trembled at my touch, but didn’t move away.

         Bringing my hand back out from under her skirt, I raised it in front of my face–in fact between our faces. She assumed that I’d make her clean my hand off again in her mouth, and half-opened her lips, but I slipped my fingers into my own mouth, licking the evidence of her arousal from them with obvious pleasure. As I noted her reaction, I smiled and told her, “Don’t be so selfish, m’dear.”

         Shaken, Cathy struggled to regain her composure. As she slowly brought herself back under control, I told her that we were about to take a sabbatical from this deal this afternoon at my house, starting at noon, and we’d re-evaluate our relationship up to this point. Since I was in charge of this project, I didn’t have to worry about prior obligations on her part. “Noon,” I told her, “wear something nice this time because we might go out this evening, and don’t be late.”

         I’d already planned on picking up a stack of frozen burgers and some deli potato salad in advance of my decision to take the afternoon off, so there was little preparation for a meal remaining. All I had to do was fire up the grill and I was on my way. Now that I had company, I had to figure out where to go from there. I figured that I might do the cooking for the afternoon outside on the patio, and maybe I could take Cathy to the Harbor Bar in the evening to meet old Hattie.

         Wade had approved of my plan to put our heads together on business out of the office, especially since I’d told him that it would take something like that to create a little bonding between Cathy and myself. After the little flare-up yesterday in his office, he was more than willing to go along with any plan that would reduce his stress level in the departments. I had a little different idea of the bonding I wanted to happen between Cathy and myself, but I spared him the details.

         My work was already finished by 10:30 a.m., so I left the office to pick up the supplies for lunch, and to prepare the patio for our afternoon off. I changed into my swimsuit, eager to get in a few laps in the pool before Cathy showed up. That pool was the major reason I’d managed to keep my shape over the past few years, that and regular visits to my club’s squash court.

         Taking long strokes in the pool, I felt the satisfying stretch of my shoulder and leg muscles as I ploughed through the water, back and forth. All this time I was trying to mentally assemble some sort of sensitivity exercise that I could put Cathy through today, one that would advance my mission of teaching her a bit of humility in her treatment of coworkers, and at the same time to satisfy my own curiosity as to how far I could loosen her inhibitions.

         Caught up in my own musings as I lapped back and forth in the pool, I suddenly struck upon an idea that I thought might test the next physical boundary with Cathy, with little risk to myself. Just then, I caught the sound of my backyard speaker announcing someone at the front door. Hopping out of the pool, I grabbed a towel from the patio chair and made my way through the backyard gate to the front of the house.

         Spotting Cathy at the front door, impatiently tapping her foot on the steps, I got her attention and motioned her to follow me into the back yard. She was dressed in her “dowdies,” but was carrying a small travel suitcase, which I presumed contained her evening wear.

         My neighbors are not particularly close to me in this hidden cul-de-sac, but the builders had settled on an 8-foot privacy fence around my back yard none-the-less, which pretty much ensured that I’d be able to do most anything I wanted back here without the bother of prying eyes. As I watched Cathy examine the patio area closely, I’m sure the privacy assurance was on her mind as well, although it was difficult to tell whether she was comforted by it, or feared it.

         I took her suitcase from her and placed it just inside the sliding doors going into the back of the house, then indicated to her that she should remove the clothing that she had on. Shaking her head, she slowly removed her sweatshirt, and dropped her jeans shortly thereafter. Putting her clothing on a wicker table nearby, I told her to remove her shoes as well, leaving her completely naked except for the collar around her neck. I was really going to miss this when the prize period ended.

         Mother Nature was finally playing into my hands right now, because the day was becoming insufferably hot, with the sun blazing down on us. The pool area itself was screened in which help absorb some of the sunshine, but I suggested that we seek the small shaded section of the patio to situate ourselves in. I had taken the precaution to place two long, flat lounge chairs in that area for our use.

         The grill was already set up, and I’d fired it up in anticipation for the burgers to come. I sent Cathy into the back room of the house to bring out the chips, dips and salads. As I placed the burgers on the fire, I helped her bring out the rest of the accoutrements for our quick lunch.

         As we finished up, she reluctantly admitted that I’d put together a passable “man-meal,” and then asked me if it were possible for her to get some time in my pool.

         She had now begun to play into my plan, so I tried to keep the mood light by suggesting that since the sun was so hot today, it might be advisable for both of us to put on a little sunscreen for our own protection. As she lay back on the lounge chair, I got up to get the sunscreen container and the blindfold that I’d parked on the table next to us.

         Telling her to stand, I got up and removed the collar from around her neck. As I did so, I noted a totally unexpected reaction from Cathy. As I removed the collar, she brought her hands up as if to stop me, a surprised look on her face. She glanced at me as though she’d done something wrong and was being punished for it. I quickly explained that I didn’t want to get the collar stained with sunscreen lotion, nor did I think that the velvet would fare well in the pool. She nodded her head in understanding, but appeared visibly uncomfortable without the collar.

         I then began to put the blindfold on her, and when she resisted in confusion, I explained to her that I was going to apply the lotion to her, and she in turn, was going to apply the lotion to me. That way, we’d be ensured that no spot was left unprotected. As far as the blindfold was concerned, well, that pleased me, and that was all she needed to know about it.

         And, since I was cursed with an inevitable erection around her whenever she was naked, I could secretly hide my blasted lust from her long enough to proceed with my intended plan.

         Instructing her to lay on her belly on the lounge chair, I positioned myself next to her on my knees. She had her arms under her face, and her legs were pulled tightly together giving me a little indication that she was a bit lacking in trust at the moment.

         Since my intent was to break through her barriers quickly this afternoon, I grabbed her ankles and pulled her legs apart, dropping her feet on either side of the lounge chair. When she tried to bring her legs back together, I slapped her on the ass one time, startling her into a quick submission.

         Once she’d gotten used to the idea that I was back in control, she allowed me to place her delicious body parts wherever I wanted. My view at the moment was directly on her ass, and my own body was reacting as expected. Now that I had applied the blindfold to her face, all she could do was guess what I was going to do and I thought that would work in my favor.

          “Slow and easy,” I recalled.

         Pouring sunscreen in the palm of my hand, I allowed it to warm before I began applying it to her foot and ankle. She flinched at my touch, but as I began massaging the lotion into her skin, she relaxed once more. Slowly I took her foot and worked my way up her calf to her knee, gently kneading it into her skin. Aside from the sounds of nature around us, and the bubbling of the pool pump, everything was quiet, almost meditative.

         I thought back to last week, when we were still adversaries, and marveled at the changes that had overtaken Cathy. Me too, I suppose. I couldn’t imagine myself ever being the same again after this week. As I’d discovered surprises in Cathy, I’d discovered some in myself as well. I didn’t want this to go away, but I knew that my efforts to come to grips with this new set of feelings extended through Sunday, then back to the grind.

         Taking her other foot, I repeated my application of sunscreen to it as well. I was pleased to hear a soft groan of pleasure from her as I gently worked the lotion into her skin. This was an exercise well suited for meditation, I thought.

         I wasn’t sure whether she knew how exposed she was to me, but as I glanced up her legs I saw clearly the lips of her sex, damp with the pleasures that she was experiencing right now. My reaction was predictable, erection desperately trying to escape the confines of my trunks. I knew where I wanted this to go, but I was unsure how the test would work out.

         Finishing off her calves, I moved up to her thighs; cautiously, I began applying sunscreen to her thighs, gently massaging her muscles, but moving up gradually until I reached the bottom of her ass cheeks. Once I arrived at that point, she clenched her butt tightly, intending no doubt to keep me from reaching my ultimate goal.

         I slapped her on the ass to remind her that I was still in charge, and she relaxed her butt. I moved on to her other thigh, giving it the same treatment that I’d given her right leg. This time when I reached the bottom of her ass, she remained relaxed. I stayed there for a moment, and then moved up to her shoulders, trying to shake her focus up a bit.

         She fidgeted, but relaxed once more when I began applying the sunscreen to her neck and shoulders. Moving down her shoulder blades, I took full advantage of my position to run my hands up the sides of her ribcage, brushing the swell of her tits with my fingertips. I slowly worked my way back down to her ass cheeks, which I began massaging from the bottoms up, gently drawing them apart. Feeling what I was doing, Cathy tried to clench her butt cheeks together, but a quick swat from my hand on her ass reminded her that I was still in charge.

         Looking into her delightful crevice, I saw that her pussy lips had become a bit reddened and swollen, and her juices were spread abundantly around her entire crotch, including her little asshole. Curious, I allowed one of my hands to briefly rub over her little tan anus, and she quickly clenched her butt cheeks once more. Reflex again, I decided as she just as quickly relaxed herself again. I had other plans for this afternoon however, so I told her to roll over so I could grease her up on the front side.

         Probably relieved to change my direction after the narrow escape with her lovely butt, she carefully felt her way around onto the lounge chair, and lay on her back. She had placed her hands protectively over her cunt, but I instructed her to place them behind her head instead. I watched her reaction carefully now, as she slowly complied with my order, leaving herself wide open and potentially helpless to my touch. I was hoping that her experience using the “safe” word last night would give her the confidence to continue.

         She took a deep breath and her body seemed to relax, so I began the first part of my little sensitivity training session; hoping for much more of course.

         While my instincts were screaming for me to stop beating around the bush and just fuck the crap out of her, my own “safety valve” in this whole exercise was simply to get her to beg me for it. Once she did that, I could forget most any threat of lawsuit against me or the company for improprieties, and give me an opportunity to expand the boundaries of this service period. I was beginning to enjoy my role in this little “game” a bit too much, I thought. What would I do once the service period was up?

         Taking her ankles in my hands, I gently spread her legs until her feet hung over each side of the lounge chair as they did when she was on her stomach. Her resistance to this was a bit less than before, but I noted that for later. I was now able to see my ultimate goal completely, although she was probably trying to visualize how much she was actually exposing to me while blindfolded. My blood was pounding in my head and in my groin, as I slowly began rubbing the sunscreen into her feet; first one, then the other working my way up her shins to her knees, and pausing for a moment or two while replenishing the lotion.

         During that time, I noted with pleasure that her pussy lips continued to collect moisture and to actually begin to open slightly, very much like flower petals. The effect on me was predictable, and I had to readjust myself continually as I began to slide my hands up her thighs spreading the lotion evenly across her skin. The combination of the scent of the sunscreen and her arousal was intoxicating.

         As I got closer to her sex, she began to bring her knees together, but I gently pressed them apart once more. She seemed less resistant to me now, showing more of a token modesty than any serious attempt to evade my hands. I wondered if today would be the day when she finally surrendered herself to me completely.

         Once I reached the top of her thighs, very close to her pussy, I stopped. Taking more of the sunscreen in hand, I moved up to the top of her torso, and began to apply it to her neck and shoulders, leaving her squirming a bit in frustration. She’d apparently thought that I was going straight for the “Home Run” and had mentally prepared for that assault. It would surely happen, but when I chose, not her.

         I carefully applied the lotion to her lovely tits, paying particular attention to her sensitive nipples, rolling them around between my fingers. Her moans were getting a bit choppy as I obviously found areas of greater sensitivity than others. It was clear to me that her breasts were strong erogenous areas on this young lady, and accordingly, I paid them the extra attention they deserved.

         There was a fiercely passionate woman locked up inside this body, and my mind was racing about trying to find the right key to release her. That she was now in my care, at least through the duration of our deal was somewhat of a mixed blessing for me. Caution and deliberate action were my trademarks at work, but her affect on me, after years of avoiding relationships was beginning to break down some defenses of my own, and I had to be on guard for the inclination to make any hasty or rash actions in this game.

         Nonetheless, I was prepared to get on with my little test with Cathy. I had finally applied lotion to her belly and had moved into her pubic area. Reaching between her legs I softly pressed my thumbs to each side of her pussy, which was now coated with copious amounts of her vaginal juices.

         The sweet smell of her arousal was quite strong now, and my cock had become painfully rigid, fighting the confines of my bathing suit. Soon, I thought; very soon. Spreading her pussy lips, I gently began rubbing my fingers through her wetness, very aware of her heightened sensitivity from my earlier touches. Her response was almost electric.

         She began moving her hips back and forth, and into my fingers. Whether she was trying to escape my touch or to chase it, the effect was the same. The more she moved, the deeper I pressed my fingers into her cunt, causing even more friction despite her well-lubricated lips. I looked up towards her face, and I saw that her hands, while no longer behind her head, were firmly grasping the top of the lounge chair.

         Her determination to endure my probing was playing in my favor right now, as I continued to work my fingers in and out of her cunt, listening to her moan and keeping connected, despite the twisting and turning of her body. She was mine for the moment, and she was acknowledging it.

As she appeared to be about to come to her climax, I stopped suddenly, to see if I could get more out of her. She continued bucking against my fingers for a few moments, then began to plead with me to continue what I was doing. “Oh my god, what are you doing to me?” She cried. “Please, Sir—keep going; finish what you’re doing. I can’t stand this anymore!”

         Hoping to prolong her torture a bit longer, I pulled my fingers from her sex, and simply touched her clitoris to tease her. Instead, my little miscalculation pushed her quickly over the edge, and she went into the familiar convulsions of her climax. Letting out one long extended groan, she brought her legs together in one last shudder, and then collapsed back onto the chair. I sensed I might have missed an opportunity here, but I still had one more play to make.

         Not entirely satisfied with my manipulations, I waited until she’d had a chance to catch her breath, then informed her sternly that it was now her turn to apply sunscreen to me. She was still in the full bloom of her orgasm, lips swollen, the blush of passion extending from her breasts to her cheeks, and the sweet smell of sex in the air was swirling around us. I instructed her to continue to wear the blindfold, and to make sure that she didn’t miss any spots.

         I’d placed pillows alongside the lounge chair, so that I could kneel beside her without crippling myself, and she quickly found them for her own use. I lay face down on the just vacated chair, and prepared myself for the test to come. Getting my cock adjusted under me so as not to injure myself was paramount in my preparations for now.

         After having gotten herself comfortable, she tentatively groped around until she felt my calves, then moving down to my feet, she carefully began applying the sunscreen to the back of my legs. The feel of her touch on my body was something that I had to guard against I quickly decided. There wasn’t much about this woman that didn’t affect me in one way or another, and I was now wondering if I could last to the completion of this test.

         Moving up my calves to my thighs, she softly—too softly—applied lotion to them, sliding up to meet the bottoms of my swimming suit. She moved her hands into the insides of my thighs, causing my erection to harden even further, even though she couldn’t notice it. Then, she moved up to my neck and shoulders, and expertly applied the lotion there as well. Finishing at my waist and the back of my arms, she announced that she was now ready for the front of my body.

         Here it comes, I thought; the moment of truth. As I rose from the chair, I quickly removed my swimming trunks, finally releasing my cramped cock into the fresh air. It bobbled a bit, almost as though it were a compass needle, and finished pointing directly at Cathy’s tits, although at the moment, she couldn’t see it.

         Laying back down on the lounge chair, I prepared myself for her touch. It soon came, and once she’d found my feet she quickly spread the lotion up my shins to the top of my thighs. Replenishing her sunscreen, she then began to massage the lotion into my thighs, causing my sexual tension to reach nearly explosive proportions. Controlling myself as well as I could, I held my breath for the next event, hoping that I wouldn’t hear either of the control words tumble out of her mouth.

         The only consolation I had to this situation was, it was entirely up to her now. She could continue or not, depending on her “tipping point” at the moment. I was relying on the fact that she was still flush in the glow of her own orgasm some moments ago, but this could go either way.

         Moving up the insides of my upper thighs, she soon bumped into my balls, uncovered by a suit. After a moment’s hesitation, she tentatively moved to the sides of my hips to discover that I was now as naked as she was, although I had no blindfold. Then, readjusting her position, she moved immediately to my neck once more and began applying the lotion to my upper body.

         To say I was disappointed would have been an understatement, and I tried to clear my head enough to figure out what had gone wrong. Although I was enjoying her touch on my body immensely, I thought that this would have been the moment we’d have passed the next boundary. Then, I could have put the next uncertain phase of this game into play.

         She liberally applied the sunscreen to my chest and abdomen, but once she reached my pubic area she stopped and rolled back onto her ankles. Watching her face from my vantage point, I noted that she seemed to be wrestling with some strong internal emotions. She couldn’t see my reaction, but I was unable to see into her eyes to gauge hers either.

         Finally after a long silent pause, she poured a bit more lotion into her hands, and moved back towards my body. My erection had not subsided during this delay, not even a little bit. It had already decided that there was going to be some satisfaction to be had, whether or not I had to apply it myself.

         Reaching out, she touched the side of my left thigh, and from there she moved in the direction of my crotch, stopping only when she’d reached my balls. Then, very carefully, she began to explore my groin, moving from my balls to my rampantly hard cock.          Now I’m not in possession of a “monster cock,” but my dimensions are certainly sufficient to satisfy most any sexual occasion—especially mine. Cathy however, seemed to be particularly curious in all of the aspects of my sexual equipment.

         She gently examined the length, width, and the rigidity of my instrument, for way too long I thought. I was ready to explode at any moment, and although I recognized the fact that yet another boundary had been breached, I didn’t want it to end too soon.

         Finally, she began applying lotion to both my balls and my cock, smearing it around to cover my hips as well. Falling into a regular stroking motion, along with a perfectly pitched massage of my scrotum, she quickly brought me to an excruciatingly intense orgasm. Semen seemed to come all the way from my ankles through my cock onto my chest and abdomen, exploding in pulsating spurts, draining me in slow, deep, throbbing steps.

         She had kept a firm hold on my cock during my entire discharge, and knew exactly when I’d completed my climax. Releasing her grip, she slowly slid her hand up my belly, bathing her hands in my discharge, stopping from time to time to rub the slick between her fingers.

         I reached down to retrieve my towel, which I used to clean myself off, and then to clean Cathy’s hands. Before I could complete my work on Cathy’s hands however, I saw her bring her right hand to her face to smell her fingers, then put her hand into her mouth to taste what I’d deposited in response to her attentions.

         Catching my own breath, I finally got up from the chair, and grabbed Cathy under her arms and raised her to a standing position. Taking the blindfold from her eyes, I asked her if she was ready to hit the pool. Glancing down at my now semi-erect cock, she nodded, and we both dove in, completely naked and squealing like a couple of teenagers.

         I automatically fell into my routine of rolling into laps, plunging my arms into the water, pulling them back and feeling the water flow forcefully past my body. As I continued to rip through the water, I glanced next to me and discovered Cathy doing the same, although she was taking shorter strokes, more often. She had found her own tempo, and was still keeping up with me. It gave me a new perspective to what made my lovely guest tick.

         I decided to see what information I could coax from her regarding our respective positions within the company. I knew that she’d earned a lot of enemies during her stay at our company, and I thought I knew why. If I could get her past that thorny part of her persona in the company, I thought that she’d be a “killer” marketing manager, and could surpass even me as her target in the business.

         We finally wound down after a bit, exhaustion ambushing both of us. Grabbing our towels, we dried off and wandered back to the lounge chairs in the shaded area of my patio. Grabbing a couple of cold brews, we sank back into the chairs to relax, but I noticed that Cathy was edgy, uncomfortable, and looking around almost desperately.

         Thinking back for a bit, I remembered that look when I removed the collar from her neck. On a hunch, I found the collar and walked over to where she lay, and motioned for her to stand. Seeing the collar in my hand, her face relaxed into a more comfortable pose, and I deliberately secured it on her neck once more. Smiling, she sank back down onto the chair, leaned back and finally relaxed.

         As we lay there in repose, I asked her what she thought about the folks that she worked with. While the information would be useful to me in trying to figure her out, my real goal was to distract her from what had just happened between us. I didn’t need her to be focusing on “Oh, shit! What have I just done?” I didn’t want to travel that route again, and getting it to the back of her mind as something that had already happened, and had been survived would allow me to repeat it without a great deal of effort in the future. And I DID want to repeat it.

         After some thought, she began, “Most of my staff are a bunch of idiots, not listening to what I tell them, always fighting my orders.” Her face showed her anger and frustration as she took this opportunity to vent. She looked a little less comfortable in her lounge chair right now, as she thought about the question I just asked her.

          “And what is the general impression of my department?” I asked.

          She didn’t seem particularly anxious to answer that question, but finally she said, “You seem to know exactly what your department needs to have; to do what it needs to do. No one questions your directions, suggestions or ideas. Your staff is much more capable than mine.”

          “And you are basing this opinion on what?” I asked.

          “I’ve seen you sit in meetings, simply allowing everyone to blather on about everything and anything. When everyone has run out of stuff to say, you simply tell them what they have to do. And they listen to you. Why can’t they do that to me?”

         As I thought about what she’d just said, it occurred to me that she’d missed an important and fundamental fact. It was about teamwork, and the fact that no one has all the answers to every question.

         Finally I offered an observation. “Did it ever occur to you that the reason I let everyone have their say was because I didn’t have all the answers myself? I hired the ‘best of the best’ when I assembled my crew, and it just made sense that I listened to all their ideas before I formulated my own. The reason they accepted my direction was simple; it was a compilation of all their ideas, and I let them know that.”

         I looked over at her to see what affect this was having on her, and regretted it immediately. Looking at her naked body laying on the lounge chair, my cock immediately came to attention once more, causing me to wonder where all this was going to end up. Her gaze was firmly fixed upon my erection, and I watched her tongue slide along her lips. There was a predatory look about her right now, and I needed to get her set up for the next stage of my planning for this evening.

         Breaking into her reverie, I informed her that we were going out this evening, and since we’d already taken advantage of the pool—noticing that she was blushing—we should think about showering and getting ready for dinner. Watching her enter my home to take care of her grooming needs, I was reminded of something I’d not seen for many years; a woman making herself comfortable in my home.

         I lay back on the lounge chair and reflected on our rather peculiar situation up to now. Cathy was a classical ball busting hard charging young marketing manager, focusing everything into her work and unfortunately, her vanity. In such a rush to satisfy her father’s vision of a successful woman in this dog-eat-dog business, she had apparently forgotten that there was much more to her than just work. Now, still not willing to give of herself freely, she used this contest to allow me to force her out of the zone of comfort that had provided her with the safe, predictable, colorless day-to-day drill of work.

         Not that I was complaining, mind you. My single toughest dilemma was going to be dealing with my new found passion for domination once this contest period was over. The more I worked with Cathy, the more I wanted to possess her, all of her. Each successful break through her personal defenses was a jolt of sexual adrenaline to me, urging me to press on to the next step.

         This was a game; we both knew it, but the importance of winning some portion of it, however you define winning, was taking on a life of its own. With her, it was a matter of how much naughtiness she’d be willing to allow me to force her into. With me it was to see how far I could push her, before she cried “Uncle.”

         Once we’d gotten ourselves comfortably dressed up for going out, I explained to her on the way to the Harbor Bar where it was we were going, and who we were about to meet. She had dressed up tastefully in a scarlet blouse that not only set off her black velvet collar very nicely, but allowed a small amount of her lovely cleavage to show as well.

         Her black skirt fell to her knees, which was probably a good thing under the circumstances, since she had followed my no underwear rules of dress while in my presence. On her feet she wore black two inch patent leather heels, sling back style, and open-toed. Nice touch I thought, as I remembered back before the contest, when I was thinking that if it wasn’t for her crappy attitude at work, she’d look good on anyone’s arm.

         Tonight though, she’d be on my arm, and what better way for me to celebrate her first voluntary sexual act during our prize period. Hey! I know it’s not “The Home Run,” but a voluntary hand job certainly represented an important milestone in our relationship to this point.

         We arrived at the Harbor Bar just in time for Happy Hour and as usual, my Guinness appeared on the bar in front of me about the same time as my ass hit the stool. Hattie swiftly took control of the social aspects of our visit by introducing herself to Cathy, and captivating her instantly.

         I discovered several things within the next few minutes of our appearance in here. One, Hattie had guessed what Cathy’s favorite drink was before either of us could say a word; two, Hattie could read anyone like a book, and within seconds she and Cathy were chatting away like old girlfriends, ignoring me completely.

         The only event that saved me from chronic boredom was the arrival of Robert, from Hector Industries. Seeing me at the bar, he wandered up and gave me a quick slap on the back. Looking curiously at Cathy next to me, he cocked his head and raised his eyebrows; obviously an unspoken question regarding our status. Briefly interrupting Hattie and Cathy’s energetic conversation, I introduced Cathy to Robert as a fellow manager in our company, informing him that we were just enjoying a rare evening together off the job.

         As Cathy and Hattie started up once more, Robert pointed to a booth at the far side of the bar, and said he needed to chat with me. Seeing no better alternative, I wandered over with Robert to see what was on his mind.

          “Y’know Scott, ever since I magically staffed this last project out of my ass, my board of directors is expecting me to staff our next one just as cleverly. I know you’re up to your ass in alligators on the one you’ve just started, but do you think you could come up with another team of your finest for one about half the size?” He asked. Looking at his face, I tried to see sarcasm, but it suddenly dawned on me that he was dead serious.

         I was quiet for a moment or so, trying to give him the impression that I was seriously trying to find a solution to his problem. Finally, I cleared my throat and told him that I might be able to help him on this one.

         I was quick to inform him that my staff and I had our hands full with his last project, but that I might be able to finagle a crack team under another manager from our company if he could provide me with a request for a proposal from his company. Laughing heartily, he surprised me by pulling a set of folded papers from his inner coat pocket, and pressing them into my hands.

          “I had a feeling that you’d be able to come up with something Scott, so I had a provisional set drawn up just in case. My only problem was wondering when you’d return to the bar. Ambushing you at your office didn’t seem like the cool thing to do, since I’d just engaged you in one of our biggest projects as a company.”

         As Robert and I dickered over the details of the new project, I kept looking up at the bar where Hattie and Cathy remained engrossed in chitchat. Every now and then, they’d break out in laughter, sometimes so heavy that I could see tears rolling down their cheeks. Suddenly I began to feel less comfortable about having Cathy meet Hattie. I had no real reason to suspect anything, but they seemed be getting along way too well.

         Finally, I saw Cathy get up and wander towards the Ladies Room, so I excused myself from Robert, and stepped up the bar, where yet another Guinness magically appeared before me. “Getting a little nervous, Scotty?” Hattie asked, a smile crossing her face.
          “Naw, not really,” I lied. “Just curious as to how you two were getting along, that’s all.”

         Hattie picked up a blank tab sheet and began to scribble a few notes on the back of it. Finishing, she quickly passed it on to me and instructed me to stop by my little store either tonight or tomorrow sometime to pick up the items on the note.

         She leaned her head into mine and said under her breath, “You’ve got your hands full with this one, Scotty. I like her; I like her a lot, but she’s got a powerful lot of stuff bottled up inside her, and you might be in for one bumpy ride when it all comes out.”

         Putting the note in my pocket, I thoughtfully sipped my beer, asking Hattie, “Just what the hell were you guys laughing about anyhow?” Eyeing me carefully, Hattie replied, “Just ‘girl talk,’ Scotty; girl talk. You know, just like ‘guy talk.’”

         Looking at her I could see that I’d gotten all I could from her, at least for tonight, and settled myself in for Cathy’s return. Leaning in to me once more, Hattie gave me one last piece of advice. “Those items on the list? Blindfold her before you apply them, and in addition to my earlier advice to take it ‘soft and slow?’ Soft and gentle this time; less will end up being more with this one.” Then, winking at me, she moved on down the bar and topped off a couple of the other customers.

         Cathy finally strolled back up to the bar, and since she’d finished her drink and it was getting late, I suggested that we return home to get ready for the workday tomorrow. After the workout in the pool that afternoon, and the drinks this evening, she was in no mood to argue, so we bid Hattie and Robert good night and left for my house.

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         On the way back I tried to pump Cathy for information on what had gone on between her and Hattie while at the bar, but she had dozed off as I asked my questions. For some reason, I was a little put off by this evening, as I’d spent very little time with Cathy, and it seemed to me that my grip on her had loosened somewhat. It seemed that this domination gene that I’d discovered in myself was asserting itself with a vengeance.

         I woke her at the house, and invited her in to freshen up before she left for her apartment. I watched her carefully as she gathered her things in the living room, and was a bit surprised when she went about changing back into her dowdies in front of me, with no regard to her nakedness whatsoever. Apparently any concern about her nudity around me had been dissipated through familiarity. As she began to hike up her jeans however, I motioned for her to stop.

         Wanting to leave a reminder for her who was the winner in this contest, I walked up to her, put my hands on her shoulders, leaned into her neck, and took her earlobe between my teeth. Nipping her gently until she flinched, I ran my tongue around the delicate shell of her ear itself. I then blew gently into her ear, gauging her reaction. I felt her tremble, and her head began to move into mine.

         Moving my hands down from her shoulders, I brushed over her breasts, gently rolling her nipples between my fingers once more. Her moans were becoming addictive to me I discovered; I loved hearing them coming from her throat as I caressed her. Sliding my right hand down over her stomach to that little warning patch of pubic hair, I softly brushed the curly tendrils before inserting my hand between her thighs.

         She was soaked in the juices of her own arousal, which in turn began to affect me as well. Shaking myself out of my stupor, I brought my hand up to my face, directly between hers and mine, and inserted my fingers into my mouth, licking them clean while looking her straight in the eye. “Don’t let anyone ever tell you that you’re not good enough to eat, m’dear.” Gesturing for her to continue dressing, I intentionally left her hanging, just on the edge of frustration.

         To the best of my knowledge, I was the only outlet other than herself for a sexual climax, at least for now, and the more on edge I could keep her, the more likely it would be that she’d invite me into the final consummation between us. I hoped. Just one crap-shoot after another I thought. If and whenever she did, I had no idea what would happen to us after the terms of the contest were satisfied.

         As she was about to leave my house, I gave her a new set of instructions for the following workday. “We have a staff meeting at 11:00 a.m. tomorrow,” I reminded her. “During this meeting, I don’t want you to say a single thing until we are summing things up. Nothing! Take notes; as many as you feel necessary to get the gist of what’s being discussed. Once everyone has had their say, then—and only then—are you to issue your instructions to your crew. Understood?”

         A little frown was beginning to form between her eyes as I was talking, but once I finished, she simply nodded her head, and left me to my own thoughts. As I closed the door after her, I began thinking.

         My own thoughts . . . Shit! Where the hell were my thoughts anyway? This contest, as ill-conceived as it seemed, had forced two of the company’s toughest managers together in a way that was impossible to predict when it started. Two solo souls, making their way through life with no clear goal in mind, being forced together to play a game; one of their own choosing no less. Only pride continued to bind the pieces together into a seamless flow. Damn! We were both just too stubborn for our own good.

         Who wins; who loses? Hell if I know. It seems that we were quickly becoming drawn into this game more deeply each day. And trying to separate game from reality was becoming more difficult as each barrier was breached.

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"Seven Days of Service - Day Four"