Day 120 Wednesday
After a leisurely breakfast that was not preceded by a demand for sex, Denise made her way to the office. She hoped to get an early start on the document and take a long lunch. Her clothes were getting a little loose and she had decided that a quick lunchtime shopping trip was in order.
She had just settled into her chair when her boss, Karen, stopped by her cubicle. Karen said, "I had a call last night from Business Software Components that we are to stop all work on the user manual."
Looking up at Karen in surprise, Denise asked, "Why?"
"They have some big problem over there and want us to stop working on the manual. I've got a meeting with the owner later this morning," Karen said.
"Oh. What am I supposed to work on instead?" Denise asked. She had known that Dale had some problem at the office, but she didn't think it had anything to do with her work.
"Take the morning off," Karen answered. She didn't want to assign Karen to anything else until she found out what the problem was.
"Well, I was planning on taking a long lunch to get some shopping done," Denise said with a frown.
"Good," Karen said with a smile.
"Is there anything else?" Denise asked.
Karen looked at Denise for a moment and then said, "I realize that I'm your boss and that your private life is your business, but I've been concerned about you."
"Why," Denise asked.
Karen bit her lower lip for a second before answering, "You've lost quite a bit of weight over the past few months. Now most women would really be excited about that, but you aren't. You've been very quiet about it. I just want to make sure that everything is all right. You aren't sick or anything, are you?"
"No," Denise answered.
"Have you been to a doctor for a checkup?" Karen asked.
"There's no need for me to visit a doctor," Denise answered. She wondered if a doctor would be able to tell just how sexually active she had been lately.
"Are you on any special diet?" Karen asked.
"Not really," Denise answered shaking her head. She didn't consider how she was eating to be any special kind of diet.
Karen frowned as she considered the possibilities. It seemed to her that it was possible Denise was purging after meals. She could also be using diet pills or, more accurately, misusing diet pills. She said, "I know that whatever is happening in your private life isn't affecting your work, but I'm concerned about you. Would you go to a doctor and get a thorough checkup, please?"
Denise shook her head and said, "Actually, I'm in better shape now than I've ever been. I've been exercising."
"Are you saying that you've lost all of that weight through exercise?" Karen asked.
"I guess," Denise answered looking away as the stray thought came to her that maybe semen was some sort of weight loss substance. She almost laughed at the idea.
"What's so funny?" Karen asked wondering at the first flash of mirth that she'd seen Denise exhibit in almost six months.
"Nothing," Denise answered. She looked at Karen and asked, "Is there anything else you want?"
Karen recognized a dismissal when she heard one. Denise wasn't going to tell her what was bothering her. She said, "No. I guess I better get ready for my meeting."
Glad that the questioning was over, Denise packed up her stuff and headed towards the exit. Karen's questions had upset her more than she had realized at the time. It was obvious that Karen recognized that something was going on in her life, but Denise knew that she had no real idea just how bad things were. How could she explain that she had become a whore? It wasn't possible.
Denise spent three hours shopping for new outfits. Susan had been correct when she had said that the choices among clothes became greater the more weight she lost. It was almost intoxicating to see the variety of clothes that now fit her. She left with only two outfits, but they were nicer than anything that she had worn in years.
Returning to the office was almost painful, but she went in anyway. She had barely entered the office when one of her co-workers said, "Karen wants you to join her in the large conference room. She's there with a customer."
"Who?" Denise asked.
"Dale Speers."
Denise groaned on hearing the name. She couldn't believe that he was there. With a heavy heart, she walked down the hallway to the large conference room. Outside she paused to collect herself. Taking a deep breath, she opened the door and entered the room. Karen was seated to one side of the conference table. Across the table from her, Dale and a very attractive woman were seated side by side. Ignoring the woman, Denise said, "Hello, Dale."
Dale stared at Denise in shock. He had known that she worked there, but not that she was the writer assigned to his project. The attractive woman looked over at Dale with a puzzled expression. In a lifetime of knowing Dale, she'd never seen him thrown off balance like that. She leaned over and whispered, "Who is she?"
In a whisper, Dale answered, "She's in my program."
"How far along?" Claire asked looking over at Denise. She could see that Denise was still a fat woman and that didn't bode well for Dale.
"Four months," Dale answered.
The woman laughed and said, "Well, big brother. I've warned you that this could happen one day. What are you going to do now?"
"Who are you?" Denise asked looking at the woman.
"I'm Dale's little sister," the woman answered with a smile.
"You're Michelle?"
The woman laughed and answered, "No. Michelle is our big sister. I'm Claire."
"Oh," Denise said.
Surprised by the topic of the quick exchange between Denise and Claire, Karen asked, "Do you and Dale know each other?"
"Yes," Dale answered looking across the table at Denise, "We know each other."
"Perhaps I should handle this," Claire said putting a hand on Dale's arm.
Denise folder her arms and asked, "Is there a problem?"
Claire answered, "Yes, there is a problem. It appears that the version of the program that was sent over for you to document was the wrong one. The user manual you've been working on is trash. We need you to start over with the correct version."
"So what is the big deal?" Denise asked looked over at Karen.
Karen answered, "They can't change the deadline."
Denise snorted and said, "It is impossible."
Dale said, "We wanted to offer you a substantial bonus if you'd complete the work on time."
Denise laughed at the suggestion that Dale would try to give her money and said, "A bonus? You are going to offer me a bonus?"
Claire said, "Dale, let me handle this."
Grinning at Dale, Denise said, "Oh no. I'd just love to negotiate a bonus with Dale."
"What would you want?" Claire asked.
"I want to finish the program without having to pay the price," Denise said.
Dale shook his head and shouted, "No!"
Claire said, "I know my big brother and I know about the program. What you want isn't possible."
Wondering how she had been cut out of the conversation, Karen asked, "What program? What are you three talking about?"
Still irritated by the previous discussion with Karen, Denise said, "I'm negotiating my bonus. I have a few issues with Dale and I'm negotiating to resolve the one that bugs me the most."
She jotted a note on her pad to ask about the program. Karen could just imagine a major customer leaving because one of her employees had a problem with them. She said, "Denise, they were talking about offering you an all expense paid week vacation on a tropical island with a guest of your choice."
"That's exactly what I'm negotiating for. I want a vacation from Dale," Denise answered.
"Don't involve your personal life in business," Karen said sharply.
Ignoring Karen, Claire said, "Here's what we'll offer. He'll continue the program during the time you are working on the project without requiring you to pay for it."
"That's not good enough," Denise replied, "Add six months to that."
"No way," Dale said with a groan. There was no way that he was going to survive seven months without constant sex.
"That's not possible. How about two weeks?" Claire said.
Five weeks without sex was still too much. Dale said, "I'll go crazy by then."
"Shut up, Dale," Claire said with a smile.
"You know me," Dale said, "I'll never last that long."
"Yes you will, big brother," Claire said with a laugh. She had grown up with an oversexed brother and sister. In fact, everyone in the family was oversexed. She had listened to the pair masturbate almost constantly through their teenage years. Her parents had gone at it three and four times a day. It was so bad that they didn't even try to hide it. She understood; she had the same kind of sex drive.
"No I won't," Dale said.
Denise had weighed her options and decided that it was about the best deal she was going to get. She smiled at Dale and said, "I accept that offer."
"I can't accept that," Dale said looking over at his sister.
"Yes you can, big brother," Claire said. She smiled and said, "I'll find someone to help you out for that time."
"You better," Dale said with a frown.
Denise asked, "Is it a deal?"
"Yes," Claire said.
"Yes," Dale said glaring at his sister.
"Great," Denise said, "I'll get to work as soon as the new program is available."
"It was installed this morning," Dale said.
"Then I'll leave now and get to work. I'll look over the program and see what has to be done. I'll set up a schedule," Denise said thinking that she was going to be spending more than a few nights and weekends working on it.
"Not so fast," Claire said.
"What?" Denise asked surprised by the interruption.
"What?" Karen asked with a frown. She was still trying to piece together the discussion between Denise, Dale, and Claire. She had no clue what Denise had negotiated with Claire and that bothered her. As far as she could tell, it wasn't going to cost her anything.
"I'll be working with you," Claire said.
"I don't understand," Denise said looking at the woman.
Claire explained, "The new version of the program is very different from the version that you have been using. You'll need someone very familiar with it to explain it to you. I'll be working with you."
"Oh," Denise said. Usual practice had her learn the program from one of the engineers and then document it alone.
"I'll be there by your side the whole time," Claire said with a wicked little smile.
"My cubical is a little small for that," Denise said.
Dale said, "You'll be working at my company."
Karen sat up concerned by that little announcement. She hadn't realized that Denise would be working away from the office. It made the whole quality assurance process that much more difficult.
"Oh," Denise said looking over at Dale. She could imagine rubbing her deal in his face occasionally. This was looking better and better.
"Get your stuff together and we'll go over to the office," Claire said.
Deciding that it was time to get some control over the situation, Karen said, "I need to talk to her before she goes off on this assignment. She'll be over there in about an hour."
"Fine," Dale said.
Claire said, "We'll be going now."
"Thank you," Karen said.
There was the usual end of meeting chaos as minor courtesies were exchanged. When Dale and Claire finally left, Karen turned to Denise and asked, "What in the hell happened here?"
"I negotiated a deal with Dale," Denise answered.
Karen frowned and said, "I know that. What I want to know is what the deal was? What in the hell is this program?"
"Dale runs a private program for weight loss. I've been in it for the past four months," Denise answered.
"Tell me about this program," Karen said.
"I can't," Denise replied.
"You can't or you won't?"
"Both," Denise said.
"Mr. Speers is one of our oldest and best clients. Don't ruin the business relationship we have with him. If you do, you'll never work in this industry again," Karen said. The last thing she needed was to have someone who worked for her in some personal relationship with one of her most important clients.
"I understand," Denise said.
"You better," Karen said. She was about to add that if Dale were to ask her for a blowjob that she'd better get down on her knees and give him one, but she bit back the words.
An hour later, Denise walked into the most luxurious office that she had ever seen. The room was huge. A giant conference table capable of seating a dozen people occupied a small corner of the office. The desks, cabinets, and bookshelves were solid wood, the chairs were soft leather, the carpet was an inch thick, and the décor reflected a ton of money. She whistled and asked, "This is where I'll be working?"
"This is my office and you'll work here with me," Claire answered. She had been busy rearranging the accommodations for Denise. Rather than giving her a cubicle, she had decided to have her work in her office.
"It is a gorgeous office," Denise said thinking that after the long days and weekends that it wouldn't look nice for long.
"That door leads to a private bathroom with a shower. That door leads outside," Claire said while gesturing to the appropriate doors.
Denise looked in the bathroom and was shocked by the size of it. Curious, she asked, "Where will you set up the cot?"
"What cot?" Claire asked.
"I'm going to need someplace to nap when I get tired. There's no way that I'm going to be able to finish this whole user manual in three weeks if I can't take an occasional nap to rest the old brain cells," Denise said. She looked over at the couch in the office and decided that she could sleep on it if necessary.
"Oh. You can sleep in one of my apartments. I own the apartment complex next door and have three of them occupied by my servants," Claire replied.
"Servants?"
Claire grinned and said, "My brother isn't the only one with an appetite. Rather than use the program to get sex, I just keep a small stable of willing women over at the apartment. It's easy enough to slip over there a couple of times a day and get my needs satisfied. I've sent one of my girls over to his house to take care of him and you can use her bed."
"One of your girls?" Denise asked thinking that she had misunderstood something.
"I like girls," Claire said shrugging her shoulders.
"Oh," Denise said.
"Don't look at me like that. If you've been in the program for four months, I know that you've licked pussy," Claire said.
Denise turned red at the idea that this woman already knew that about her. She said, "I don't like it."
"You will. All of the women who've gone through Dale's program learn to enjoy it at least a little," Claire said with a knowing smile.
"Enough about that," Denise said, "We've got to get to work."
The two women sat down at the conference table in the office. There were three computers on the table. Two of them had two monitors each. One was hooked up to a cable that came out of the center of the table. Claire sat down at the computer that was hooked up to the cable and started typing. Within a minute, the program was projected onto the wall of the office. It had to be a very expensive projector because the image was crystal clear. Denise shook her head at the thought of working in that office.
After going through the program once, Denise realized just how much work she had ahead of her. The entire program had been changed in a very fundamental way. The original user manual wouldn't even serve as a seed for the new manual. She sighed and stared at the wall wondering if she was going to be able to get through the user manual on time. She wondered if she should have negotiated an extra week without sex.
It was obvious that Claire really understood the program. She guided Denise through it without the slightest stumble. At times, Denise had to tell Claire to slow down. After having worked with the previous version, Denise could see that this version was much more advanced. She shook her head and said, "That's one impressive program."
"Thanks. It was my idea to change it like this," Claire said.
"You're idea? I thought that Dale owned this company," Denise said.
"He does. I joined the firm after I got out of college," Claire said.
"I don't want to sound judgmental, but isn't it usually a bad idea to hire relatives?" Denise said.
"It was the only way he was going to get an MIT grad in the company," Claire answered with a laugh.
Their conversation was interrupted when Dale knocked on the door and then stuck his head in the room. He announced, "Everyone has gone home."
"Good," Claire said, "Lock up the place. I'll use the private door."
Dale shook his head and said, "Remember our agreement."
Thinking that Dale was referring to the agreement to finish on time, Denise said, "I will. You remember yours."
Claire laughed and said, "He was talking to me. I'm not allowed to have any naked women in my office unless the door is locked."
"Oh," Denise said.
"Have fun," Dale said.
"I'll be too busy to have fun," Denise said staring at the projected image on the wall.
Claire laughed and said, "I'll have enough fun for the both of us."
"I'm sure you will," Dale said closing the door. Denise didn't like the sound of that.
Claire said, "My poor brother. He's so old fashioned sometimes. He doesn't approve of having sex in the office. He really gets upset that I get private visitors three times a day."
"Three times a day?" Denise asked.
"Sure. There's the mid-morning lick, lunch time at the Y, and the afternoon spread 'em wide. Speaking of which, I'd say it is about time to have Bambi deliver dinner," Claire said picking up a phone.
"Bambi?" Denise asked wondering if she had wandered into an alternate universe by mistake. No one was actually named Bambi.
Thirty minutes later, Bambi arrived with two covered dishes that contained their dinners. The woman had long brown hair and deep brown eyes. She had this timid manner that reminded Denise of a deer. At least the name fit the woman.
Denise tried to concentrate on her meal. The food was outstanding, but she was having trouble appreciating it. Bambi was busy pleasuring Claire. The moans and groans from Claire spoiled the mood. She looked over at the desk and could only see Bambi's feet underneath it. Claire had her blouse half open and was twisting her nipples. Denise turned back and stared at the baked swordfish steak on her plate.
When she finished her meal, she looked back over at the desk. Bambi was now seated in the chair totally naked. Claire's feet were visible under the desk. Denise shook her head and said, "I've died and gone to hell."
It seemed like an hour passed before Bambi left. Denise had already returned to work and had outlined the user manual based on the notes that she had taken while Claire had been demonstrating it to her. Claire sat down and said, "That should last me for a couple of hours."
Denise sighed at the idea of working around that all of the time. She said, "I'd like to explain how I'll be working over the next three weeks. I set up a schedule based on what you showed me this afternoon. There's a lot of material here so I'm going to have to work long hours."
"I assumed that," Claire said.
"I'll get here at six in the morning. I'll work four hours and then take a half-hour nap. I'll repeat that through the rest of the day — four hours of work and one half-hour of rest. I'll leave for home about eleven. That pace allows me to work sixteen hour days for a long period of time," Denise said.
"Interesting," Claire said.
"I'd rather sleep on your couch than go over to the apartments next door," Denise said.
"Would you like Bambi to take care of any needs you might have?" Claire asked with a smile.
"No!"
"Just asking," Claire said.
"Don't ask. Don't offer," Denise said.
Claire shook her head and said, "My brother was right. You are a fat woman."
"I don't want to talk about Dale," Denise said turning to the computer.
"Do you mind if I have a movie running on the wall while we're working?" Claire asked.
"I don't mind," Denise said absently. She had already been drawn into the work.
"Great," Claire said. She twiddled with a remote control and a movie was projected on the wall.
Denise looked up and frowned upon seeing the movie. She asked, "Porn?"
"Hey, I like looking at the women," Claire said.
"It has men in it too," Denise said.
"The movies are about the women. The men are just dildos with bodies attached to them," Claire said.