Day 137 Saturday
Claire yawned and said, "We're making pretty good progress. I can't believe that you have a draft of it already."
"No thanks to you," Denise snapped. She was extremely tired from working at such a rigorous pace.
"You are really getting cranky," Claire said.
"I'm tired," Denise said.
"I think you're horny," Claire said.
"No!"
"You protest too much," Claire said with a smile.
"No I don't," Denise declared. She made a face and said, "That's the last thing in the world that I want."
"Would you like me to have Bambi come over and relieve your tensions?" Claire asked.
"Don't even joke about that," Denise said shaking her head.
"How about Joye? She might not be as soft and voluptuous as Bambi, but she's got the best tongue I've ever encountered," Claire said enjoying Denise's reaction.
Denise had seen Joye and had disliked the skinny woman almost immediately. She was thin as a rail and had almost no breasts. Half of her body was covered in tattoos. She had wondered what Claire had liked about the woman. She shook her head and replied, "I'm not into women!"
"I bet you'd love to have Dale come in here and take you here on the conference table. I bet you'd like to feel his hard cock sliding in and out of your hot cunt. I bet you long for his strong hands kneading your swollen breasts and playing with your stiff nipples," Claire said making her voice as sexy as possible.
"We've got work to do!"
"She doesn't seem to react negatively to the idea. Maybe I should call Dale and have him come over to give you a nice long fuck on the conference table," Claire said.
Denise stared at Claire wondering if the woman was right. Was she horny? Was that what that uncomfortable uneasy hunger that was eating at her meant? She shook her head discounting the idea. Rather than answer, she said, "I've only got four days to polish this manual into something that is halfway decent."
Claire pointed to the wall and said, "That's one of my favorite porn stars. God, she is so hot."
For seventeen days, Claire had played porno movies on the wall non-stop. Some of the movies were really extreme and showed acts that Denise had thought impossible. Initially, the movies were a complete turn off. She would glance at them and feel repulsed by the action shown. After a while, she became ambivalent about them. She'd glance over at the wall and feel nothing about the actions being performed. A day or so ago, she'd found herself getting interested in an odd scene or two.
The visual distraction of the movies was bad enough, but Claire also had the audio on at a very low volume. Occasionally, the moans and screams of the women rose just enough for Denise to notice. She tried to ignore it all, but Claire insisted on making occasional comments about the action. It was impossible for Denise to ignore Claire particularly when it was obvious that Claire was not all talk. The things she did in that office with her girls was a major distraction. She couldn't believe that any woman was into sex that much.
"Yes, she's hot. Now can we get to work," Denise asked.
"Sure," Claire said.
"I need you to proof-read the first chapter while I perform the steps described in each section of the manual," Denise said.
"What am I looking for? Grammar errors, things that are technically incorrect, or missing things?" Claire asked.
"Yes," Denise answered turning her attention to the computer. She had four days to make sure that every aspect of the manual was accurate. That was the easy part. The hard part was making it easy to find to the information that was desired by a reader who wasn't quite sure what they needed. That was her real skill and was what earned her the good money.
"Okay," Claire said. She brought up the screen and started reading the first chapter very carefully. Realizing that it wasn't going to be easy to convey back to Denise what she found just looking at the screen, she printed up a copy of the chapter. She sat back with pen in hand and started reading.
Denise was finding that assuring that the screenshots that appeared in the manual were identical to those presented by the program was much easier than usual. Normally, she wrote the first few drafts against early versions of the program and would have to update the manual as the developers fixed bugs. Occasionally there were spelling errors in the messages presented by the program and she'd catch them for the programmers to correct. This time she had been working against a nearly finished program and the last minute changes were minor.
She glanced over at Claire and noticed that the young woman was slowly rubbing herself as she read. She shook her head unable to believe what she was seeing. Despite being fixated on sex, Claire was the most impressive mind that she had ever encountered. It seemed to her that Claire knew everything about everything. She understood the programmers, the customers, and the business that all contributed to the program. Working with her when her mind was on business had been a real pleasure. The only reason that she was almost a day ahead of schedule was because of Claire.
Turning back to the task at hand, she worked through the morning making minor updates to the various chapters of the manual. As she finished a chapter, she handed it over to Claire to have her check it out. This was the one of the most critical steps in the process. Technical errors at this stage would not be caught later. Once this walk through of using the program was over, she'd spend the rest of her time making sure that the language was right and striving for 'stupid simple' clarity.
She finished a chapter and turned to Claire to let her know that she was done with it only to find Claire studying her. Surprised, she asked, "What?"
"You're pretty damned good at this," Claire said.
"Thanks," Denise replied wondering what had sparked that comment.
"I'm serious. I've read hundreds of manuals in my career, but this is really good. It is hard to believe that you've done this in less than three weeks," Claire said taping the stack of papers in front of her.
"We've still got a long way to go. I've got to do a final copy edit, generate the table of contents and the index, and then format the pages to camera ready quality. Then there is the final read through and quality check," Denise said. She sighed and looked at the clock. She said, "I hope there is enough time."
Claire studied Denise thinking that her brother had no idea just how disciplined the woman was when it came to work. If she were able to translate that discipline over to her personal life she'd be a very successful person. She recognized that Denise wasn't completely undisciplined in her life, but she didn't take care of the details in the same way that she did her work.
She had noticed early on that when Claire worked she demonstrated good posture. She sat at the computer in a proper fashion. As soon as she stopped working though, Claire would slouch down. She didn't take care of her personal appearance. It wasn't that she was sloppy; it was just that her hair wasn't styled right, her clothes didn't fit in a flattering manner, her makeup didn't advertise her features well, and she moved like she was ashamed of herself. Dale called that kind of behavior being a fat person.
Claire had never spent much time with one of Dale's projects to truly understand what he was accomplishing with the women. Having spent so much time with Denise, she wondered how Dale would ever manage to extract the characteristics that would turn her into a truly attractive woman. She tried to imagine what Denise would look like after losing a bit more weight and decided that she would be a very attractive woman. She began to understand why her brother and sister pursued the program. The end result would be a very interesting fuck.
The conversation died when Denise returned to work and Claire's thoughts drifted in the direction of sex. Denise finished going through the manuscript about the time that Claire ordered lunch. She had worked through her normal nap and decided to take a short rest before lunch.
After a quick trip to the bathroom, Denise had just reached the couch when a new woman arrived with lunch. She deduced that this had to be the third woman of Claire's personal stable who had been spending her time with Dale's needs. She was a tall blond woman that looked like a fashion model. Claire introduced her, "This is Candy. Everyone loves Candy because she's so sweet."
"Oh God," Denise said unable to believe how Claire had introduced the woman.
Candy smiled at the introduction and asked, "Would you like a taste of my honey pot?"
"No thank you," Denise said rolling her eyes. She wondered where Claire had managed to find this woman.
"I'd love to," Claire said while starting to remove her clothes.
"Keep the noise down, I've got to get some rest," Denise said irritated at what was about to happen. The huge office had shrunk over the past seventeen days. Despite herself, she watched Candy strip. The woman was drop dead gorgeous with a perfect body. Shaking her head, Denise settled on the couch and tried to sleep through the noise of the two women having sex.
The seventeen days of activity finally caught up with Denise and she fell into a deep sleep that lasted almost three hours. She had strange sexual dreams that were snapshots of the sex acts from the movies, Claire's activities, and memories of times spent with Dale. She woke with a start just before she was about to have an orgasm in her dream. She sat up on the couch as if trying to distance herself from the dream.
Claire was seated at the conference table watching her with a smile. She said, "It sounded like you were having a good dream there."
"No," Denise said sharply; she was feeling a little disconcerted by the dreams. Never in her life had she had those kinds of dreams.
"I think someone is really horny," Claire said with a smile. She spread her legs and lifted her skirt.
"I'm not horny," Denise said noticing that Claire was not wearing any underwear.
"Did you know that you were rubbing yourself while you were sleeping?"
"No I wasn't," Denise said in a near shout. There was no way that could be true.
"You don't have to be embarrassed by it," Claire said. She watched Denise shift around nervously.
"I'm not embarrassed by something that I wasn't doing," Denise said.
Claire smiled at the reply and said, "So you say."
After glancing over at the clock, Denise realized how long she had been asleep. Her bad mood was not improved upon realizing how much work time she had lost. She said, "I can't believe how much I slept. Why didn't you wake me?"
"I didn't want to spoil your sexy dreams. You were moving around on that couch like you were the queen bee at an orgy," Claire answered. She laughed at the horrified look on Denise's face.
"I don't know who is worse, you or Dale."
"Michelle has the biggest sex drive of the three of us. She regularly has three of her geeks in her program and a dozen regulars on the side. She went into real estate because it gave her lots of time to take relief breaks," Claire said.
"All three of you are perverts," Denise said.
Laughing, Claire said, "Mom says that we have super sex drives because we are descendants of Satyrs and Wood Nymphs."
"There's no such thing," Denise said frowning.
"Maybe, maybe not," Claire replied with a grin. She leaned forward and said, "Promise me that you'll come visit me when you finish the program. I'm going to want a little taste of Dale's creation."
Denise was about to respond when there was a knock on the door. Dale stuck his head in the office and asked, "How are things going in here?"
"We're on schedule," Denise answered jumping directly into work mode.
"She's horny," Claire said.
"Jesus, give it a rest with that already," Denise snapped. She wanted to take the other woman by the neck and squeeze.
"I was about to head over to Candy's apartment. Would you like to come with me, Denise?" Dale asked with a grin.
"God no!"
"How many times a day were you doing her?" Claire asked.
"Three or so," Dale answered. Claire raised an eyebrow. At her look of disbelief, he added, "Susan was around, too."
"Her mouth may be denying it, but her body is definitely missing all that activity," Claire said nodding her head.
"We'll see," Dale said looking over at his sister with a smile.
"You are both perverts," Denise groused.
Dale said, "We aren't perverts. Everyone in our family just have high sex drives."
"Why don't you just fuck each other and leave poor innocent people out of your sick games?" Denise asked.
"Oh God. I'm not having sex with my brother. That's sick," Claire said.
"None of us are into incest," Dale said glaring at Denise. He was clearly offended by the suggestion.
"Sorry," Denise said.
"I'm going over to visit Candy. I'll be back in an hour," Dale said.
When the door closed, Claire said, "You sure pissed him off."
"For what? Suggesting the obvious solution to your sick sex drives," Denise asked.
"I'm not into men," Claire said crossing her arms. She shook her head and said, "Believe what you want, but we are moral people."
"Right," Denise said.
"You'll see," Claire said.
Denise sighed and asked, "Did Candy leave anything for me to eat?"
"Yeah, there's a sandwich here on the conference table," Claire answered.
Denise went over to the conference table and spotted the sandwich wrapped in butcher paper. She opened the wrapper and looked at the sandwich. It was a huge roast beef sub with Swiss cheese, lettuce, tomatoes, and onions. She shook her head at the idea of how many calories were probably in the sandwich, but took a bite anyway. It was a very good sandwich. She said, "Good sandwich. Where'd Candy get it?"
"She made it," Claire answered. Smiling, she added, "She's really a sweet woman."
Denise rolled her eyes and took another bite out of her sandwich. She looked over at the wall and noticed the porno movie. A woman was taking on five men at once. One was underneath her while she was riding his cock, another man was kneeling behind her and taking her in the ass, a third man was getting his cock sucked, and two men were getting hand jobs. She stared at the scene amazed that anyone could do that.
Claire noticed Denise staring at the video. After a minute passed without Denise's eyes leaving the video, Claire said, "You like that, huh?"
"No. I just find it incredible that anyone could possibly do that," Denise answered tearing her eyes away from the action with great difficulty.
"Come on, be honest. The idea of taking on five men gets you wet between the legs," Claire said.
"No it doesn't," Denise said. She looked over at Claire and said, "I don't like sex."
Claire burst out in laughter at the suggestion that anyone didn't like sex. She felt that people might lie to themselves about not liking it, but deep down they enjoyed it when it was done well. She said, "You're funny."
Denise didn't answer. She turned her attention to the sandwich. Before she knew it, she was taking the last bite. Either she was a lot hungrier than had thought or the conversation had upset her more than she realized. Not wanting to discuss sex any more, she said, "I'll go through your comments and incorporate them in the document. There isn't anything for you to do so you might as well go over and visit with Joye or Bambi."
"You're not getting rid of me that easily. I'll have Bambi come over for a visit," Claire said.
It was too much for Denise. She shouted, "I don't want to listen to you fucking! Get out of here if you're going to fuck her!"
Claire said, "Are you sure you aren't horny?"
"Positive!"
Moving over to the door, Claire said, "I swear, you are acting like you definitely need a good solid fucking."
"Get out!"
Claire left the office by the side door and closed it. Leaning against the closed door, she said, "You can say what you want little girl, but you're so horny that you can't stand it. You'll be begging Dale to bang you when you get home tonight and I'm going to tell Candy to make sure that he's in no shape to do it. By the time I'm done with you you're going to rape him."
Denise stood up and paced around the office. She was bothered by the constant reminders of sex. Working with Claire was worse than living with Dale. Dale demanded sex frequently, but between encounters there was little mention of it. The constant sex comments by Claire were getting on her nerves. She wondered why Claire was talking like that all of the time. She stopped her pacing and frowned when a thought crossed her mind. Furious, she said, "That bitch. She's doing this on purpose. If she didn't know that I was in the program with Dale, she wouldn't be doing any of this. She'd be a proper businesswoman and I'd never know what she was really like."
Outraged, she stomped around the room. She felt like throwing something, but one look at the expensive décor quickly changed her mind. There was no way that she could afford to replace any of those items. She said, "She's been playing me like a fiddle."
After pacing around the office for fifteen minutes, Denise took a seat on the couch. She stared across the room at the video that was playing. The volume was low, but the moans and groans of the actress were still easily heard. She watched the woman giving head to some over- endowed star. With tears in her eyes, she said, "The problem is that it is working. I don't think I've ever felt like this."
She was tempted to take care of the problem with a quick session of masturbation, but resisted on general principles. It felt to her that giving in to her desires would be a form of submitting to Claire. It took a few minutes, but she collected herself enough to return to work. Glancing down at the notes in the margin of the papers that Claire had made, she said, "She's scary smart."
The afternoon passed with Denise making minor editorial changes to the manuscript. The time seemed to drag past, but the work was completed before Claire or Dale returned to the office. Denise took the opportunity to generate a table of contents.
The software made it a minor task, but all that meant was the headings and the page numbers were assembled and formatted. She had to go through the headings to make sure that there they consistent in wording throughout the document. It was one of those minor details that created a lot of work, but was essential to producing a good manual. Once that was done, she had to go through the whole document and make sure that each heading actually showed up in the table of contents. She'd been embarrassed by that failure once.
The telephone rang and she decided to answer it considering that it might be Claire. Her guess was confirmed when Claire said, "Hello. This is Claire. Candy has made a real sit-down dinner. We figured that would be a nice break from all of the luke-warm dinners that you've been eating."
Looking over at the work she had just finished, Denise considered the impact that a major break would have on her schedule. The long nap, the arguments, and the time spent pacing around the room had eaten up more time than she had to spare. Against her better judgment, she said, "Okay."
"Go out the side door and head over to the apartment complex. I'll meet you outside," Claire said.
"Okay," Denise said.
After hanging up the phone, Denise stared at the video playing on the wall. Two women were sharing come; passing the stuff between them with kisses. She shook her head and asked, "How many fucking fucking videos does she have?"
Five minutes later she entered a nicely furnished apartment. Claire said, "I provide this apartment for Candy. We decorated it together. I'd describe all of the fun we had, but you don't want to hear all of those juicy details."
"Oh," Denise said. Seeing the apartment, she felt could see why Candy might accept the trade of sex for a place to live. At one time she would have immediately labeled Candy a whore, but the thought died in light of the exchange she was making to lose weight. She noticed familiar sounds coming from an adjacent room.
Claire led Denise into the next room. Confirming the source of sounds that she had heard, she found Dale and Candy in the middle of sex. They were going at it doggy style. Although she hadn't entered the room, Claire said, "It looks like there will be a few minutes of delay before dinner is served."
"Right," Denise said watching Candy's rather substantial breasts swinging while Dale thrust into her. After staring at the couple for several seconds, Denise realized that she had been envying Candy. Angry at herself, she turned away looking for something safe to look at to distract her. She found a painting and pretended to study it.
Claire had seen the emotions flash across Denise's face. She smiled and went into the kitchen leaving Denise alone with the rutting couple. Not realizing that Claire was gone, Denise stood facing the painting unable to ignore the sounds of the activities behind her. She crossed her arms and waited for the sounds of the couple finishing. It seemed like an hour passed, but it was actually a few minutes.
When things quieted down, she turned around. Candy was lying on the floor with come seeping from her cunt. Denise stared as the woman reached between her legs and gathered the come on her fingers. She shuddered when the woman stuck her fingers in her mouth. She realized that if it hadn't been for the deal she had struck with Dale, that the odds were good that he would have asked her to eat the come out of Candy. She muttered, "Thank God for small miracles."
Dinner was a wonderful spread with steaks, potatoes, and steamed vegetables. Everyone else had wine with their meal, but Denise declined the wine in light of the fact that she was going to return to work after the meal. Claire said, "We don't get to eat together very often, big brother."
"That's true," Dale said.
"Why is that?" Denise asked.
Claire answered, "I'm not going to visit his house."
"I'm not going to visit her house," Dale answered.
"Why not?"
"House rules," Dale answered, "There's no way that I'll follow her house rules."
"I'm not walking around naked in his house," Claire said with a look of disgust on her face.
"What are your house rules, Claire?"
Claire answered, "Any man that comes for a visit has to strip and have his arms bound behind his back."
"She doesn't trust men to accept that no means no," Candy said with a smile.
"I thought you didn't like men. Why would you invite them over?" Denise asked.
Claire answered, "I don't like men, but some of the women that I enjoy insist on having their husband or boyfriend present. He has to sit there and watch with his hands cuffed behind his back. They look so miserable unable to rub their erections while watching their wife or girlfriend getting it on with another woman. Poor guy doesn't get relief until I'm done with the woman."
"Oh," Denise said looking at Claire surprised. That was one of the cruelest things she had ever heard.
"I must admit that I enjoy their misery a little too much," Claire said with an evil smile.
"You can be a cold woman," Dale said shaking his head.
"My fears are justified," Claire said pointedly.
Dale sighed and said, "I know. You should have castrated that bastard."
Denise listened to the exchange wondering what had happened. She was about to ask when Dale crossed his silverware on the plate to signal that he was finished eating. Candy disappeared under the table. She nearly dropped her fork when she heard Candy say, "Don't worry Dale. I'll just suck on it until it gets nice and hard."
"You're going to kill me," Dale said leaning back in his chair.
Denise looked down at the steamed carrot and speared it with her fork. She was going to finish the meal regardless of what was happening across the table from her. She finished the meal before Candy managed to finish Dale. Standing up, she announced, "I need to get back to work."
"I'll go with you," Claire said.
They were almost to the side door to Claire's office when Claire said, "I think I'll load some of the bondage videos. Candy loves bondage. She just drips when I restrain her."
"Why are you telling me that?" Denise asked.
"She's taking care of Dale's needs in exchange for a weekend of bondage. She's going to make sure that Dale can't make any demands on another woman by keeping his balls drained dry," Claire answered.
"Oh," Denise said thinking that if Candy wanted to have someone tie her up for a while that maybe she was getting a bit more out of the deal with Claire than just a nice place to live.
"Of course, that means that Dale wouldn't be able to satisfy you even if you begged him," Claire said. She ran a hand down Denise's back and then cupped her ass. Grinning, she said, "You'd never beg him to take care of your needs, right?"
"Right," Denise said jumping away from the hand that had grabbed her ass.
Claire said, "Poor you."
"Why?"
"After all of that sex, Candy is going to cut him off the last day of your deal. She's going to make sure that no one touches his cock for the whole day. I imagine that he'll be ready to throw you down and ravage you the minute your deal with him is over," Claire said.
"Oh my," Denise said feeling her heart beating in her chest. She wasn't sure if the prospect frightened her or aroused her.