Day 155 Wednesday
Dale looked across the breakfast table at Candy and asked, "What do you mean, no?"
"Sorry, I can't do it now. You'll have to wait until later," Candy answered.
"How much later?" Dale asked. He glanced at his watch to see how much time he had before it was necessary to head off to work.
"I don't know. You might have to wait all day," Candy said with a smile. The smile wasn't motivated by what she was doing, but by the reward she would get if she was successful.
"You expect me to wait all day?" Dale asked feeling a little nervous.
"I want you good and excited," Candy answered. She licked her lips seductively.
"I'll take care of you," Denise offered.
Shaking a finger at Denise, Candy said, "You can't break the agreement you have with Dale. As I understand the deal, you two aren't to have any sexual contact until tomorrow."
"That's okay," Denise said.
"No. Dale is a man of his word, aren't you?" Candy said looking at Dale.
"Yes, I am. I made the agreement and I'll stick to it," Dale said. He glanced at his watch. It was nearly time to head to work and there wasn't enough time to get someone over who could take care of his needs. He frowned and said, "Come on, Candy. You can't be serious."
"I'm very serious," Candy said looking him in the eye.
"It has been years since I've gone a morning without a little something to tide me over," Dale said.
"We'll talk about it tonight," Candy said. She smiled and said, "It is time for you to head to work."
Frustrated, Dale asked, "Where's the baby oil? I'll take care of it myself."
"No you won't," Candy said with a smile. Claire had promised her a special treat if she was able to keep Dale from coming all day.
"What do you mean?" Dale asked. His cell phone rang. Irritated at the interruption, he answered it, "What?"
On the other end of the line, Claire said, "We have a problem. One of our customers is here saying that our software has a bug in it that cost him a million dollars. He wants to sue."
"Oh, shit," Dale said. He looked over at Candy. Knowing that he had to get into the office to take care of the problem, he told Claire, "I'm on my way."
"Good," Claire said before hanging up.
Dale stormed out of the house feeling frustrated. Denise watched him go. Turning to Candy, she said, "I would have taken care of him."
"I'm not going to let you near him," Candy said with a wicked little smile.
Frowning, Denise asked, "Why not?"
"Claire wants it that way," Candy said.
"What does that mean?" Denise asked.
Candy leaned over and ran a finger around Denise's nipple without quite touching it. She ran the finger down Denise's stomach stopping just before she reached the Promised Land. Denise, without realizing what she was doing, had shifted her hips in an attempt to allow her clit to make contact with the finger. The attempt was unsuccessful and left her yearning for more. Her nipples had turned into hard bullets. Candy whispered in Denise's ear, "She wants both of you to be as horny as possible tomorrow morning."
Denise gasped and screamed, "What?"
"You heard me," Candy said with a smile. She was firmly convinced that tomorrow morning, Dale and Denise would be engaged in the hottest sex session of their lives. She was almost jealous. She probably would have been jealous if she didn't have Claire's promise about what would happen the coming weekend. She shivered in anticipation of what awaited her.
"Why are you doing this?"
Candy answered, "Claire promised that she would tie me up and tease my body for the entire weekend."
"He's going to be an animal," Denise said thinking about how Dale would react to going all day without sex.
"I'm going to watch a porno movie. Do you want to join me?" Candy asked with a grin.
Denise blushed and then stammered, "I've got to get to work."
"Bye, bye," Claire said knowing that Denise was going to have a long day as thoughts about the next day filled her mind.
Denise headed down to the basement to get dressed for work. She was exceptionally horny. The dreams at night had gotten even more explicit. She woke with soaked sheets every morning. Despite masturbating two and three times a day, she was not finding the relief that she sought. The explosive orgasms of that afternoon in the whirlpool stayed just out of reach. With each day that passed she found that her thoughts became more focused on sex. It had reached the point where it was unbearable.
Dragging herself to work, Denise sat at her cubicle staring at the computer screen. She had a very simple manual to write and was days ahead of schedule. It wasn't even a proper manual, but a set of web pages. After years of producing printed manuals that looked like books, web pages just didn't convey the same feeling of authority. She felt like something was being lost in the world of technical documentation. She sighed and took another screen shot.
Karen walked past her cubicle and looked in to check on her progress. She asked, "How are you doing?"
"Okay," Denise answered listlessly.
"What's the matter? You look like something is bothering you," Karen said.
"Today is the last day of my deal with Dale," Denise answered.
The reminder of the deal caused Karen to freeze. Never having understood the nature of the deal, Karen didn't know how to react. She said, "I'm sorry."
"I'm sorry that I ever made that deal," Denise said.
"Why?"
Denise looked around her cubicle and answered, "I can't say."
Deciding that it was time to get to the bottom of the matter, Karen said, "Come into my office."
Denise followed Karen into her office knowing that she was going to have to be very careful about what she said. She could destroy her credibility and Dale's reputation if she told the complete story. There was no good way to explain that she had turned into a whore in order to lose weight and was now turning into a slut with a rampant desire for sex.
Once they were in Karen's office, Karen closed the door and gestured to the chair in front of her desk. She moved around and took her seat behind the desk. Looking over the desk at Denise, she said, "I want you to tell me about your deal with Mr. Speers."
"I can't," Denise said.
Deciding that the only way she was going to get the full story was to threaten Denise with her job, Karen said, "You are jeopardizing my business by having some private deal with my customer. I can't keep you on unless you come clean."
Denise stared at Karen wondering what Dale would do if he knew about this threat. She was pretty confident that it wouldn't turn out good for anyone involved. She'd lose her job, Karen would lose a customer, and Dale would have to find a new source for his product manuals. She said, "Dale is in charge of a private weight loss program. I'm in it at the moment."
"Oh."
Standing up, Denise pointed down at her body and said, "As you can see, it works. It works very well. I'm halfway to my weight goal and I've done it without going on a diet. For the most part, the program has been very easy to follow."
Thinking about Denise's air of depression over the past few months, Karen said, "You haven't appeared to like it so far. You've been moping around sullen and depressed."
"The price to be in the program is very high," Denise said hoping that would satisfy Karen's curiosity.
"Just how high is this price?" Karen asked.
"You can't imagine," Denise said returning to her seat. She looked down at the floor and said, "I can't say more than that."
Karen looked at Denise and considered how much she had contributed to the company. The bonus for that emergency work had been very substantial. She wondered if helping to offset the cost of this program would be tax deductable. She asked, "Can we help cover the cost?"
Denise laughed at the image of a dazed and confused Karen on her knees giving Dale a blowjob. She shook her head and said, "I don't think so."
"So what was the deal you made with him?" Karen asked.
"I made a deal that I wouldn't have to pay for being in the program for five weeks," Denise said.
"Oh, that sounds like a pretty good deal," Karen said.
With her body reminding her of its needs, Denise said, "I'm sorry that I ever made it."
"I don't understand," Karen said thinking that a chance to save some money like that would be good.
"I cheated myself in the deal," Denise said.
"Oh," Karen replied.
Denise glanced across the desk at Karen. She wondered what the woman would look like naked. She wasn't an extremely attractive woman, but many men found her pleasing to the eye. There were worry lines around the eyes that came from nursing a fledgling business for years and the constant concern that something would destroy it.
Karen noticed Denise zone out and asked, "What's the matter?"
"I'm so horny that I'm half tempted to grab a man off the street and do him right there," Denise answered when the question finally reached her brain.
"What?" Karen screeched. She looked at the overweight woman wondering where that little surprise had come from.
"And Dale won't fuck me until tomorrow," Denise said in a frustrated tone of voice. She bit her lip when she realized what she had said.
"Oh my God," Karen said staring at Denise.
Denise looked over at Karen and came to a decision. The manual was almost done. If she worked a little late that evening, she could finish it. She said, "Now leave me alone. I want to finish this manual today because I don't think I'll be in tomorrow."
"You are having sex with Mr. Speers?" Karen asked still shocked at the revelation. It dawned on her that the price Denise was paying was probably sexual in nature. She didn't know what to think of that. Dale was a handsome man. He was also a very successful business man. Why he would settle for an overweight woman was beyond her. She had wanted him for years.
"No, but I'll be having sex with him tomorrow," Denise said squeezing her legs together.
"Is that the price you are paying?" Karen asked.
Denise didn't answer. She turned to the leave and ignored Karen's repeated calls as she went back to work. Karen was left seated at her desk trying to make sense of Denise's revelations about her best customer. She didn't know what to think about the situation. She did know what she felt about Denise having sex with Dale. She was jealous.
Across town, Dale was stuck in his office dealing with a customer trying to figure out what his problem was. The story the man was telling kept changing. His story seemed to ramble all over the place and nothing made sense. The best that he could figure out was that there was something about how the program had lost track of some sale and that it had caused other programs to fail.
He looked over at his sister. She was getting irritated at the man and that wasn't helping the situation at all. In what was a last ditch effort to salvage the situation, Dale said, "Send us the log files and we'll figure out what happened."
"Okay," the man said, "but I want a solution by midnight. I can't afford to lose a million dollars a day running your program."
"You'll get it," Dale said while rubbing his forehead. He had a splitting headache and was horny as hell.
Smiling at her brother, Claire said, "Dale always keeps his promises."
The man said, "I'll be waiting for your call."
"Okay," Dale said. He wondered if there was enough time for him to call an escort service and get his needs satisfied before tackling the job.
Claire smiled over at Dale and said, "Let's get to work, big brother. We've got a deadline."
"Shit," Dale mumbled under his breath.
Denise sat at her computer working hard to finish the manual. The hours marched by without break. She took twenty minutes off for lunch and had something delivered for supper. It was nearly eight when she finally finished the document. She could proof read it Friday and still get it in well ahead of schedule. The manual looked horrible, but all web manuals looked horrible.
Tired from the long hours spent at the computer, she made her way to her car. Getting behind the steering wheel, she stared off into space thinking about the day to come. Her mind drifted back to her conversation with her boss. She said, "I can't believe that I said that to Karen. She's going to think that I'm a complete slut."
She wondered what would be the long-term consequences of what she had said. She hoped that things wouldn't turn out bad. The program had helped her a lot. Even this early into it, she had begun to understand what Dale was trying to achieve with her. He was freeing her from the being the person she was in the past. All of her negative barriers to success were being broken down. Her inhibitions were shattered and she suspected that sex would never be the same shameful act that it had once been.
His program attacked the strongest and most primitive aspects of a person. Once the walls built around those aspects were demolished, then he started the rebuilding process. She was five months into a sixteen month program and she was on the verge of starting to rebuild. She knew it would be a disaster for her to leave the program now.
"God, I'm so horny that I could die," Denise said. She stuck the key in the ignition switch and started the car. The drive home seemed to take forever despite the fact that there was almost no traffic. Every traffic light was red. She would drive a block and then have wait for the light to change.
She reached the house and noticed that Dale's car was not there. She shook her head and said, "Thirty-five days ago I never wanted to have sex with him again. Now, that's all I can think of. What is the matter with me?"
She made her way into the house. Candy was in the living room watching another video. Denise asked, "Where do you get all of those videos from?"
"Claire orders them on-line. You can now download them directly to your computer. It is rather nice. She's got a huge library. I cut a couple of DVDs with some of my favorite ones. Claire actually had this one custom made," Candy answered gesturing to the television screen.
Denise realized that there was a whole world out there that she knew nothing about. She sat down and asked, "Where's Dale?"
"He's stuck at work," Candy answered with a smile.
"Oh," Denise said. She looked over at the video that was playing. A woman was trussed up in some strange outfit that covered everything except for her orifices and nipples. There was a hole over the mouth area with some kind of circular device stuck in her mouth. A woman (at least Denise guessed it was a woman) was rubbing her lightly between the legs. The woman in the strange outfit was held immobile by restraints, but it was easy to see by the quivers of her body that the touches were exciting her.
"This is so hot," Candy said reaching between her legs.
"You like that?" Denise asked staring at the images. It seemed to her that nothing was happening.
"There's nothing like it," Candy said with a strange glow of excitement in her eyes. The abandonment of all control to another was heady stuff and the trust that had to exist was extreme in the least. It was rare for all of the elements to come together just right, but when it did the result was mind blowing.
Denise stared at the video trying to make sense of the action. The weird thing was that there wasn't all that much action. She turned to look at Candy. Candy was seated there with hard nipples. She kept shifting in her seat; barely able to sit still. She was so excited that it looked like she was vibrating.
Denise couldn't understand why that video got the woman so excited. It all seemed rather stupid to her. The video dragged on for more than an hour with very little happening. Sometimes the bound woman was just left there. Then the other woman would reach over and stroke her. The bound woman would thrash around, but the other woman kept her from reaching an orgasm.
All of a sudden Candy started working her fingers over her clit at a frantic pace. It wasn't long before she was screaming out an orgasm. Denise stared at her wondering what had happened to trigger that reaction. It was only when Candy had calmed down did she realize that the orgasm had occurred in time with the woman in the video.
The telephone rang and Candy rushed off to answer it. After a short exchange, she came back in the living room with her clothes. She smiled and said, "I've got to go."
"What about Dale?" Denise asked.
"Tell him that I got tired of waiting," Candy answered.
"Who was on the phone?" Denise asked.
"That was Claire telling me that Dale was about to leave the office," Candy answered with a grin.
"You've got to stay here," Denise said suddenly afraid of being alone with Dale. She wasn't sure if he would be able to control himself.
"Nope," Candy said.
Before Denise knew it, Candy had slipped on her dress and headed out the door. It was only when Candy had left that she realized that she was still dressed. She got up from the couch and stripped. It was very late and all she'd have time for that evening was her exercises and the photo session before heading to bed. For some reason, she didn't think that she'd get much sleep that night.
She turned and stared at the screen. The bound woman's face was revealed. Shocked, Denise stared at the woman who looked like Candy. The camera changed angle and Denise realized that the woman who had been torturing the bound woman looked just like Claire. She wondered if she had just watched a private video of Candy and Claire. Stunned, she said, "This is so ... I don't know."
The video changed to another scene starring the same two women. Now that more details were shown, she realized that two women weren't Candy and Claire. The resemblance was remarkable, but there were enough differences in features that she knew the truth. Given the similarities and Candy's preference for that kind of sex, it was no wonder that this particular video excited her. She watched as the Claire look-alike slowly bound the Candy look-alike in ropes. She shook her head and said, "This is eerie."
She watched transfixed by the action on the screen trying to make sense of it. It wasn't overtly sexual, but there was a strong sexual component to it. The opening of the front door snapped Denise out of her daze. She turned to watch Dale enter the house.
Looking around nervously, Dale asked, "Where's Candy?"
"She left," Denise said.
Dale practically deflated upon hearing the answer. He was extremely horny and had been looking forward to getting off as soon as he arrived home. He looked down at his wrist watch and saw that it was ten thirty. Frowning, he said, "It is too late to call someone now."
"Maybe Susan can come over," Denise said.
Although he had masturbated three times that day, it had only taken the edge off his need. They had been frantic attempts to ease his need and not the kind of long slow session that actually fulfilled it. Desperate for relief, Dale said, "I'll go make some calls in my office."
"Should I get started on my exercises?" Denise asked figuring that it would probably take a half of an hour or more for him to get someone over.
"My brain has turned to mush. I'm not going to be able to get a woman over here this late," Dale said at the reminder that he had a duty to Denise under the program. He didn't like for the women to exercise without supervision. Bad form could easily become a habit and would cause more damage than good. He said, "I should take care of you first."
"That's okay. I can skip the exercises tonight," Denise said.
Despite the fact that Dale was so horny that he'd fuck a duck if one was handy, he wouldn't let his personal needs get in the way of the program. The long terms rewards more than made up for any short term pains. One of the most important parts of the program was the establishment of the proper habits. The three weeks she had missed exercising had already set her physical development back more than a month. He had seen that she had come back without feeling the need for exercise. He said, "No. Let's go down to the basement."
Down in the basement, Denise put on her sports bra and went through an abbreviated version of the exercise program. It was always hard to start the exercises, but once into it she felt better. After the three week gap in exercise, she had restarted the program at a slower pace to work back up to her regular exercise level. It had been tough the first week back. Fragile habits were easy to break.
While Denise went through the squats, pushups, and sit ups, Dale paced around the basement barely able to look at her. Watching a naked woman exercise in his state was pure torture. It seemed like he was getting an eyeful of her pussy with each exercise. He kept shifting his cock around in his pants trying to get comfortable. He sat down on the exercise bike and covered his head with his hands. He said, "It has been years since I've gone all day without sex."
"Sorry," Denise said puffing while jogging on the treadmill. She was nearing the end of her jog and her breath was starting to get short. She had broken out in a good sweat.
The entire day had been one frustration after another. Dale said, "We spent the whole day tracking down a problem only to discover that there wasn't really a problem. The million dollar sale had been canceled and our software had nothing to do with it."
"Sounds like you had a rough day," Denise said. She suspected that Claire was behind the sudden emergency, but she wasn't willing to tell him that. Considering his current mood, he'd kill Claire and they'd both be in trouble. She wondered what kind of deal she had struck with someone to manufacture a minor crisis like that.
"Horrible," Dale said reaching down to his crotch and squeezing his cock through his pants. It was throbbing with need. He looked over at the clock and said, "It's time to stop jogging."
"I went almost two miles," Denise said looking down at the treadmill readouts. She slowed down to an easy walk. After she had cooled down, she removed the sports bra and set it next to the treadmill for use the next day.
"Good," Dale said, "Let's get your picture taken."
"Sure," Denise said going over to the place and getting in the standard pose.
Dale went over to the camera and looked at the image. It was important to make sure that she stood exactly the same each night so that the animation would be smooth. Once he was satisfied with her pose, he snapped the picture. While Denise was still blinking from the sudden brightness of the flash, he said, "That's it."
"Thank you," Denise said.
Hunched over in an attempt to alleviate the pressures building in his crotch, Dale said, "I'm going upstairs."
"I guess I'll take a shower and get to bed," Denise said.
"I'll see you in the morning," Dale said. He paused for a second and then said, "The deal is over tomorrow morning."
"I know," Denise said feeling her heart beating. Her palms were sweating and it was getting hard to breath. She didn't know if it was anticipation or fear.
"I'll see you in the morning," Dale said.
"You said that before," Denise said with a weak smile.
"Morning. That's in less than seven hours," Dale said glancing down at his watch.
"It is after eleven now," Denise said nodding her head.
"Yeah," Dale said, "I'll see you in the morning."
"You keep saying that," Denise said with a nervous smile.
"That's in almost seven hours," Dale said staring off into space. He didn't know if he could last seven more hours.
Denise watched Dale make his way up the stairs. She shook her head and went into the bathroom to take a shower. She tried to get off while showering, but her body betrayed her. Frustrated, she dried off and headed to bed thinking that it was going to be a long night.
She lay in bed unable to fall asleep. The past five weeks had been a constant reminder of sex. First there had been three weeks of never ending sex films being played on the wall while she worked. It wasn't so much that she consciously paid attention to them, but the action on the wall had slowly drilled through to her subconscious. On top of that were the wild sexual escapades of Claire in the office. They were too loud and obvious to ignore.
The past two weeks had been perhaps even harder. Now that her desires had been awakened, watching Candy and Dale together had added fuel to the fires of desire. Candy clearly and obviously enjoyed sex. She never waited for Dale to initiate the act, but sought him out almost as soon as he was ready to perform.
Candy's discussions about how she viewed sex as a mutual exchange of pleasures had worked their way into Denise's subconscious mind. The defensive walls built by her inhibitions had been breached and slowly crumbled into nothing. She knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that she was ready for the final assault. She anticipated it and looked forward to it.
The sounds of Dale pacing around upstairs echoed through the nearly empty basement. Denise thought about getting out of bed and going upstairs, but decided that wouldn't help the situation any. She thought about what would happen in the morning. There was a large element of fear. Despite the fact that Dale had taken her in every orifice she had, she felt like a virgin on her honeymoon. In a few short hours, he'd be down there and she'd be waiting for him.
She closed her eyes thinking that if she pretended to be asleep, that sleep would finally come to her. After ten minutes, she knew that it wasn't going to work. Dale was still pacing around upstairs. She shifted around and wondered what time it was.
It took about an hour, but Denise finally fell asleep. Her dreams were disturbing rather than erotic. She dreamed that Dale came charging down to the basement in the morning and practically raped her. She was screaming no over and over while he pounded into her. She woke covered with sweat and wondered if she had made a major mistake.
It took another half of an hour to fall back asleep. The dreams took a fairy tale romance turn. She was a fair maiden being rescued by Prince Dale. He was dressed in tights and wearing a huge codpiece. The images in the dream were so absurd that she woke laughing. She wondered what time it was.
Lying in bed, she stared up at the darkness above her. Her entire body was tingling. Her cunt was throbbing with need. She tried to return to sleep, but her imagination was working overtime. She tried to think about how he would act in the morning. Would he be so driven by his needs that he wouldn't be able to control himself? Would he last or explode almost immediately? Would she be ready for him?
The last thought that she had before falling asleep was that she was headed into the perfect storm.