Clearing the company books is the one time of year that Robert really loves his job
as an account for AL'S Spa. Sure, once a year for a couple of nights a week he has to work
late, but he doesn't mind. He's got nothing to go home to anyway except an empty house,
his wife of twenty-three years having died of cancer four years ago. Besides, he enjoys
his job. It's what he went to college for, what he trained for. Balancing the company
books gives him a sense of accomplishment. He gets the satisfaction of a job well done
when all the debits and credits balance. He has been the account for AL'S Spa for a little
over eight years, and in all that time the books have always come out even. He has always
been able to show the dozen or so owners where they're making the most profit.
This year is no different from the last eight years. Robert is again working late.
It is late Tuesday evening, just past 10:30. He is alone; everyone else from the office
having gone home hours ago, with the spa and sport shop closing up at ten. He is just
putting the final changes on the Income Statement. He checks a few figures, and everything
is ready for presentation to the owners next week. He is going to tell them the same thing
he has told them every year for the past eight years: They can increase their profit if
they would charge the inner circle members -- whoever they are -- more for their extended
use of the spa. He gets receipts for expenses -- for party favors at prospective member
parties -- but there is very little extra income coming from these members. In addition,
just as they have always done, the owners will tell Robert that they are aware of the
situation and that he should not concern himself with the added expense.
What does he care; it's their company? As long as he gets his salary and the
company is solvent. He sends his work to the printer, and while it is printing he goes
downstairs to the employee lunchroom to get himself a soft drink and something to snack on
from the machines there. He is not going to feel like fixing himself anything to eat when
he gets home.
"Someone left the light on in the lunchroom," he says to himself as he walks down
the long hall.
As he approaches the room he can hear the distinct moaning of a woman. His first
thought is that someone is hurt. So he picks up his pace a bit. As he gets to the doorway
he does not see anyone who is in need of assistance. But off to the right, lying on the
couch is the night manager of the spa and sport shop. Robert recognizes her; she is the
petite brunette who is working her way through college. More importantly though, she is
completely naked and fucking herself with a large vibrating dildo. She is facing away from
him and does not see him. It is obvious to Robert that she came here to masturbate after
shutting down the spa and sport shop.
What is not so obvious to him is what his next step ought to be. He doesn't wish to
disturb her; such would only embarrass her. Nevertheless, should he allow her to continue?
However, before he can make a decision about what to do she sees him out of the corner of
her eye standing in the doorway.
"Ahhhhh!" she screams. She sits up and reaches for her clothes lying on the floor
next to the couch. "I didn't know anyone else was here," she says as she tries to cover
herself with her clothing.
"That's apparent," he answers her. "I didn't know anyone else was here either. I'm
the accountant. I've been upstairs working on the company books. I just came down here for
a drink and something to eat. I won't bother you any more."
Robert then hastily leaves and goes back to his office without his drink and snack.
Again, he is not sure exactly what he will do. He knows that if he reports her to the
owners, particularly Alexis Dawn or Amy Michelle, she will be fired. He doesn't wish to
see that happen because he knows that she needs the job. After mulling it over for several
minutes he makes the decision to just forget about it. It's none of his business anyway.
No sooner does he make this decision than she is standing at the door to his office. She
has her clothes on and a small gym bag is in her hand.
"May I come in?" she asks timidly.
"Sure, you're Nicole Celeste aren't you? The Asian graduate student they hired to
close up the spa and sport shop in the evenings. Aren't you some kind of beauty queen or
something?"
"Yeah, but I'm only part Asian; my mom is white. I was home-coming queen last year
for my college." She stands in front of his desk. "Look about just now. . ."
"Forget about it," he interrupts her, "It never happened. As far as I'm concerned
I'm here all by myself. I saw you leave thirty-five minutes ago."
"Oh mister, you don't know how. . ."
"Robert."
"What?"
"My name is Robert."
"Oh, okay. Robert, you don't know how embarrassed I am. I don't know what came over
me. I've never done anything like that before."
"Well at least not here anyway. Why are you embarrassed? You didn't do anything
wrong. Your choice of locations might have been a little off, but I don't believe that
there is anything wrong with what you were doing. Just do me a favor will you?"
"What's that?" she asks him suspiciously and sits in a chair across from him,
placing her gym bag on the floor next to her.
"Don't do it again while I'm working late. Seeing something like that gets a man
kind of horny, especially one who hasn't had sex since his wife died four years ago."
"I'm sorry to hear that."
"Sorry for what? That my wife died or that I haven't had sex for four years?"
"Both I guess. Why haven't you been to bed with anyone for four years? You're
pretty good looking. It shouldn't be too hard for a guy with your good looks to get a
date."
"How old are you?"
"Twenty-two."
"In two months I'll be double that. Most women your age don't even look at men my
age unless they're rich or famous or both. I'm neither. So that gets me off the young
women's dating list. And most of the women my age are either married or not into my kind
of sex. So I masturbate."
"What kind of sex is it that you're into?"
"Bondage and discipline. My deceased wife and I used to get into it quite often."
"I had a boyfriend who used to spank me. It was okay. I kind of liked it, but it
got so that the only thing he wanted to do was to beat my ass before sex. There was never
any foreplay before or comforting after we had sex or anything. He'd just beat my ass and
then fuck me. So I dumped him."
"Good for you Nicole. It sounds to me like he was nothing but a male chauvinist out
for his own pleasure. Look, I don't want to change the subject, but it's late. I've got to
be going. Can I drop you off somewhere?" Robert then walks across the room to the printer.
He gets the Income Statement from the printer and puts it on his desk.
"No thank you. I have my car." Nicole stands up and picks up her gym bag. She turns
and heads for the door.
"Then let me be a gentleman and walk you to your car? Chivalry isn't dead with
me."
"Thank you," she says to him. "That's kind of you."
They take the elevator downstairs together in silence. As they are walking toward
the door leading outside Nicole is the first to speak. "I appreciate your walking me to my
car. I also appreciate you're not saying anything about my masturbating to anyone. I
promise you I'll never do anything like that again."
"Don't worry about it. I'm not judgmental." He holds the door open for her.
"Besides, seeing you naked like that was a nice treat," Robert says and then he smiles at
her.
"You dirty old man," Nicole jokingly says to him. Then she playfully slaps him on
his arm.
"Me, a dirty old man?" he mockingly answers her as he locks the door leading into
the building. "I wasn't the one masturbating with a vibrator in the employee lunchroom.
That was you if you remember correctly."
"As a graduate student studying law, I'll have to take my fifth on that and refuse
to answer it on the grounds that it may incriminate me." Now Nicole is smiling.
Robert does not answer her; he only shakes his head and smiles again at her.
Once in the parking lot Nicole points out her car. Robert walks her to it and tells
her goodnight. He then watches Nicole as she drives off. He shakes his head again in
disbelief. She has got to be one of the most beautiful women he has ever seen, or is he
just saying that to himself because he saw the beauty queen naked and fucking herself with
a vibrating dildo? He tells himself he will have to think about it for a while, at least
for the next several days. But either way he wishes he were a few years younger. He would
love to take her out. She has a beautiful smile to say nothing of her gorgeous tits.
By Friday he has forgotten all about the incident when Nicole appears at his office
door.
"Robert, it's me. Remember the naughty little graduate student? Are you busy?"
"Hey Nicole, come in and sit down." Robert smiles and points to the chair across
from him. "How could I forget you? What can I do for you?"
"I just came by to apologize again about Tuesday night," Nicole whispers. "I would
have come by sooner but I had a difficult law exam to study for and couldn't get away."
"I told you not to worry about it."
"Yeah I know. But I want to make it up to you."
"You don't owe me anything," he says leaning back in his chair.
"Yes I do. I want to show you my appreciation by taking you to dinner this evening
if you're free."
"You're a beautiful woman, one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen, and I
would love to go out with you. However, as I told you Tuesday, women your age usually
don't date men my age unless they're rich or famous. Since I'm neither and I'm really not
into dating someone who is just trying to clear her conscience, then if it's all right
with you I'll sit this one out. I would rather . . ."
"That's not the only reason why I want to go out with you," she interrupts him.
Robert does not answer her. Instead, he just looks impassively at her while
twirling a pencil in his hands.
"You mentioned that you and your wife used to get into bondage and discipline,"
Nicole continues.
"Yes, before she died. What about it?"
"I was wondering if you could teach me about it. I thought we could talk about it
over dinner."
"Go on, I'm listening."
"I don't know anything about bondage and discipline and since you and your wife
used to do it, I'm sure that you have a lot of experience in that area. And I would rather
learn about it from someone who knows what they are doing and from someone . . . someone
who I'm attracted to than from someone who is in it solely for his own pleasure."
"You're attracted to me?" Robert asks. He is pleasantly surprised.
"I haven't been able to get you out of my mind since Tuesday. I'm overwhelmed by
your smile and your chivalry . . . your kindness."
"Thank you. I like your smile too."
"I've never dated anyone as old as you, but I thought that I . . . that we could go
out together and maybe get to know each other better," she pauses, "and you could teach me
about bondage and discipline."
"I am honored that someone as young and as beautiful as you would ever consider
dating me, especially seeing that I'm just a dirty old man. At least that's what you
called me." He smiles at her.
"I was just teasing you when I called you that," she smiles back at him. Then more
timidly, "I don't think you're a dirty old man. A dirty old man would not have graciously
left the lunchroom as you did. I think you were a perfect gentleman about the whole
incident, even down to walking me to my car."
"I believe in women's liberation, but I also believe in holding doors open for
women. If you know what I mean."
"Yes I do and that is one of the reasons I'm attracted to you. Most guys I know
aren't nearly as gracious or as kind as you. So, will you teach me about bondage and
discipline?"
"There is only one real way to learn about B and D and that's by doing it, not by
talking about it over dinner.
"Well then could you show me?"
"You don't even know me, and you're saying that you want to become my sex slave?"
Nicole hesitates but only for a couple of seconds. "Yeah I guess so, as long as you
don't get too rough. That's what I wanted to talk to you about it over dinner."
"It's a big step to take. Are you sure?"
"Yes I'm sure. Like I said, I want to learn about B and D, and I would rather learn
it from someone like you."
"OK but let's go to lunch instead of dinner. There's a great little deli around the
corner that serves great roast beef sandwiches."
At lunch they discuss a variety of subjects relating to bondage and discipline.
Robert informs Nicole that B and D is mostly about faith and trust in one's partner, not
pain. He tells her his goal with his wife was always to increase their love for each other
and as such his goal with Nicole will be to increase their friendship and trust. They
discuss safe words and phrases. Robert discloses that he and his wife Debbie got to know
each other so well that they didn't even need a safe word; each knew their partner's
limits. He also revealed that he and his wife often reversed roles and he became her
submissive and she the Dominatrix. He asks her if she would like to reverse roles with him
and Nicole said yes.
Finally, Robert questions her on what she uses for birth control; any phobias,
asthma, or other illnesses she may have that could interfere with their role playing; her
ability to be flexible and open-minded sexually; what she expects to get from their
encounters, but most of all, does she have any sexually transmitted diseases. He tells her
that he is only looking out for their mutual interest. He does not want either of them to
end up getting hurt in any way. For her part, Nicole tells him that she takes the pill, is
perfectly healthy, and has never had any STDs. Robert tells her that he too is free of all
STDs and is in excellent health. They agree to be very discreet.
"Okay, what kind of hours are you working this weekend?" he asks.
"I don't have to work on weekends," she answers.
"That's perfect. If you're really serious about learning about bondage and
discipline then be at my house at eight this evening. That's why I suggested lunch instead
of dinner. Here's my address." Robert writes his address on a napkin and gives it to her.
He pauses a few seconds. "Don't be late," he warns her.
"Is there anything I should bring with me or anything that I should do first?"
"Wear a jogging suit that has long pants, one with an elastic waistband in the
pants and a top that zips up the front. Don't wear any panties or bra. You will spend the
entire weekend until Monday morning at my house in the nude. If you want to wear panties
and bra Monday to class or anywhere then have them in your purse or something. Consider
this your first lesson in discipline." Then he gets up from the table. "Now if you'll
excuse me, I have some work to do back at the office."
Nicole stands up and walks with him out of the deli to his car. He holds the car
door open for her as she gets in. She is not quite sure if she should say anything else so
she sits in silence for the trip back to AL'S Spa; she is lost in her thoughts.
"I've never spent an entire weekend naked before," she says as he pulls into the
employee parking area.
Robert ignores her last statement. He turns off the ignition. He glances at her
crotch and then he looks into her eyes. "Don't worry. I'll be a perfect gentleman. I
promise. Oh! By the way, have you shaved your pussy since I last saw you . . . ah naked?"
he asks with a sly smile on his face..
Nicole smiles at the thought of when Robert last saw her naked. "No I haven't and
I'm not worried. If I thought you'd be anything other than a perfect gentleman, then I
wouldn't be here now." Then she leans over and pecks him on the cheek.
He touches his cheek and smiles at her. "Good, leave it that way. I like a woman's
cunt with a little grass on it." Then in a more authoritative voice: "And if anyone,
anyone at all, should ask you why you're coming to my house tell them that you're there to
get your naked ass spanked, to get your pussy fucked and eaten and to suck my dick. Got
that?"
"Yeah," she answers him. Her voice is now barely audible.
"Yes Master," he says. There is still a tone of authority in his voice. "You will
address me as Master from now on, is that clear?"
"Yes Master," she answers him meekly.
"Now, I really have got to get back to work." The authoritative tone has left his
voice and he is smiling at her. "So if you'll excuse me."
"Yes Master. I'll see you at eight." She smiles seductively at him and steps out of
his car. She watches him walk across the parking lot and into the Spa. She thinks to
herself what a caring person he is, one of the kindest and sweetest persons she has ever
met.
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