After two weeks of this, when Rick was sure that Candace was comfortable with the intimacy, he suggested to her on the way home that she invite him up to her apartment. When they got there, she did.

Candace calmed her nerves as she unlocked and opened the door. She was torn between two parts of her mind.

One the one hand was the part of her that knew men to be evil manipulators, the part that was scared to death of letting Rick into her private life so late at night.

But the other part of her was the part that had already fallen madly in love with him, the part that thrilled to his gaze, and lusted for the feel of his body touching hers. And it was this part that was winning.

She showed Rick to the couch and breezed into the kitchen, asking if he wanted a drink. Never having had a man into her apartment after a date before, she was only dimly aware of the protocol in such a situation. Rick refused her offer. She poured herself a glass of water and returned to the living room, sitting on the couch next to Rick.

Minutes later, after a few volleys of polite conversation, they were in each other's arms again, kissing and fondling. Candace writhed with an electric heat, sexual energy coursing through her body. The independent-female ideal toward which she'd striven for so long melted in the heat of her desire for Rick's body.

Slowly, tenderly, Rick unbuttoned her blouse, a sleeveless white cotton thing she'd bought a few days ago. It was such a sexy piece of clothing compared to what she'd been wearing a month ago. She grimaced inwardly as she remembered the formless, body-hiding things she'd worn then.

Her thoughts returned to the situation at hand as Rick kissed the soft flesh of her breasts. Oh, it felt so good! How could she have ever thought that men were evil, when they could do something like this to her?

Now he was unhooking her bra, his hands caressing her bare back as he slid it off her chest, freeing her breasts. The cool air on her exposed nipples sent a sensual chill down her spine.

Rick leaned toward them and gently blew on them. The quick alternation of cool air and warm excited her, and her nipples stood forth proudly. Mentally, she begged Rick to touch them.

He did better than that. He leaned over and brought his mouth down to her left nipple, gently grasping it in his lips, flicking his tongue back and forth over the tip. Candace let out a long gasp of pleasure at the sensation. Her chest heaved as she breathed heavily, and her breasts rose and fell, alternately pushing into Rick's face and withdrawing, streching her nipples out as he continued to suck them.

Tonight was the night, she knew. The night they would have sex. The night she would finally feel him inside her, filling the aching hole between her legs. She would let him do it, let him make love to her. She lay back and relished the feeling of his mouth on her breasts.

Rick continued to suck her breasts for some time, occasionally switching between the two. Candace waited for him to make a move toward her crotch. As the minutes passed, she became increasingly frustrated. She didn't let it show; she couldn't debase herself that far. But she ached for him to fill the void within her.

After half an hour of this, Rick sat back and looked at her. "I should be going," he said.

Candace reeled at his words. How could this be? Surely he wanted it at least as much as she did. Didn't he? He was a man, after all, and by nature he must be interested in sex. All that escaped her mouth was a meek, "Okay."

He stood up and walked to the door. "I'll call you tomorrow afternoon, all right?"

"Sure."

"Bye." And with that, he was gone.

Candace shoved a finger into her pussy, desperately trying to bring back the excitememnt she'd felt just a moment before. She came a minute later, but it was a stale orgasm, devoid of the passion she felt when she was with Rick. As she came down, she wondered why he hadn't wanted to do it with her. Maybe he just wasn't turned on enough. She'd have to do something about that. She would go shopping tomorrow morning...

Rick struggled to calm himself as he drove away. He could have had it, he could've made love to her right then and there, and she would have let him do it. But he hadn't. He'd been planning to, but he hadn't. And it was hardest thing he'd ever not done.

The damndest thing was, he still didn't know why he'd left without screwing her. He'd gotten her so incredibly hot that she'd wanted to do it, wanted to feel him inside her, and he'd known she wanted it. But some little voice inside him had told him to wait, had told him that the time wasn't right, that if he did it now he'd be throwing away something incredible.

The last time he'd gotten this sort of advice from within himself had been the time he'd stolen the hypnosis drug. And look what that'd gotten him! So against all his urges, Rick had pulled away and left. And now he was as horny as he'd ever been in his life, driving away from a woman he knew would eagerly welcome him inside her.

Why, why, why? He almost banged his head against the dashboard in frustration. Making love to Candace would consummate their relationship. After spending a night of passion with him and waking up in his arms, she would love him forever. He was sure of that. That was what he wanted, wasn't it? After all, he loved her!

Didn't he?

Without being entirely aware of what he was doing, Rick stopped at an ATM machine and withdrew a large wad of cash.

From there he was drawn to "The Strip", the area of town where most of the adult entertainment clubs were located. Still proceeding on impulse, he started driving up and down the streets past the clubs.

His eyes roved over the hookers prowling the club parking lots. As drunk, horny men came out of the clubs, they would make offers. Occasionally Rick saw a deal being struck, and one of the prostitutes would get into a car with a man. But most of them were still without business. The night was young yet.

Rick had seen these women before, when he'd been driving through this section of town on his way somewhere else, and once when he'd come to one of these clubs for a friend's bachelor party. But he'd never taken any real notice of them.

Now, though, he watched them walk on their high heels, asses swaying, watched them smile at potential customers, even licking their lips occasionally. He was fascinated, and strangely attracted to them, these women whose business was sex.

He cruised past the clubs for five or ten minutes, looking over the hookers with an appraising eye.

Most were past their prime, women in their late thirties and forties relying on too-small halter tops to push up their sagging breasts and makeup to cover the lines on their faces. And many had a hardened, cynical look to them, a certain narrowness in the eyes, no doubt from years of working the streets.

And then Rick saw one that was different. She wore the same sort of clothes the others did - a hot pink halter top, black leather skirt slit up the side, fishnet stockings and spkied heels - but the body underneath was younger, firmer, with a tight ass and large, firm tits.

Her makeup was similarly overdone - bright pink lipstick, eyeshadow, blond hair teased up around her head - but the face underneath was young and pretty, less hardened than those of her colleagues. Eighteen or nineteen, he guessed.

Rick pulled into the parking lot next to her and rolled down a window. She looked up at him, smiling automatically. "Hey, big guy! Want a girlfriend?"

"Maybe." Rick smiled back. "What's it cost?"

"A hundred."

"For what?"

"A screw. Fifty for a blowjob."

"How much to come back to my place and stay there all night?"

Her shaded eyebrowd arched. "Five hundred."

Rick pulled several hundred dollar bills off the wad in his pocket. "Here's eight. Pretend like you enjoy it."

The girl blinked, then cautiously took the money from his hand. She counted the bills and smiled, stuffing them into her purse.

"Okay, mister. I'm your happy girlfriend." She walked around to the passenger door. Rick opened it, and she climbed in, the plastic bracelets on her arms clinking merrily. "What's your name, stud?" she asked.

"Rick. What's yours?"

"Bambi."

Rick smiled. Something about the name excited him. He had his own private slut for the night.

Half an hour later, they arrived at Rick's apartment. He ushered Bambi inside, and told her to sit on the couch. After getting some drinks, Rick sat down next to her. They talked casually for about five minutes.

"So, Bambi, how about a blowjob?" Rick asked suddenly, deciding to take charge of the situation.

Bambi took on a poorly faked look of shock. "I'm not that easy! You've got to warm me up first, honey." A coy smile followed this last remark.

Rick surprised himself with the anger of his response. His hand reached out and grasped a fistful of blonde hair, yanking it backwards. Bambi shrieked as her head jerked back.

"Listen, you little tramp, I don't know what you usually do when you're earning your living screwing customers, but tonight I'm paying you eight hundred dollars to be my personal whore, and you're going to do exactly what I tell you, when I tell you. Understand?"

"O-O-Okay, sir. Wh-Whatever you want."

"Good," Rick growled, leting go of her hair. "Now suck my cock, bitch."

Bambi shuddered at his language, but quickly began fumbling with his zipper. Rick leaned back, enjoying himself as he watched the hooker pull his hard cock out of his pants. He didn't know why he'd exploded in rage so suddenly, but he liked the effect. The little slut wasn't playing hard to get now, was she?

Rick let out a moan as Bambi's shiny red lips encircled his cock. God, it felt so good. All the tensions that had been created by the whole incident with Candace melted away, draining out through his cock into Bambi's mouth.

Why did this feel so goddamn good? Rick wondered about that. He'd gotten head before, several times, and he'd always enjoyed it. Women he'd loved had gently, tenderly, caressed his cock with their mouths, bringing him to powerful orgasms. But this was different.

The sensation he got from watching Bambi's glossy red lips slide up and down his cock was... electric. The plastic hoops dangling from her earlobes swung back and forth as she pumped up and down on his shaft. He needed to fuck her, and he needed it now.

Rick pushed Bambi's head off his cock. Her eyes met his, questioningly, showing a slight glint of fear. "On your back, slut," he commanded. Bambi obeyed without question, falling back on the couch, raising her spiked heels into the air and spreading her stocking-wrapped legs. Her skirt fell open, revealing the soft pink folds of her cunt.

Rick looked down at her pussy lips as he crawled forward between her legs. They glistened with wetness. Not that easy, huh? Rick smiled. The bitch had gotten wet just from having a cock in her mouth. And now she would do whatever he wanted for the rest of the night. He was in complete control, and she was nothing but a toy for him to use however he wanted. With a groan of pure pleasure, Rick thrust his cock into Bambi's waiting pussy.

She let out a gasp at his entry. "I'm gonna fuck your brains out, you cheap little slut," he murmured. Babmi's only response was a squeal as his cock took a long stroke in and out of her pussy.

Whether the squeal came from pleasure or pain he couldn't tell. And he didn't care. The bitch was his toy. A thought crossed his mind. He could keep Bambi, threaten and intimidate her, make her stay here after tonight, his permanent whore, his own personal slut.

As quickly as the thought had entered his mind, though, it was discarded. People might come looking for her. An angry pimp. It would be impossible to keep her from escaping. And even on his new salary, there was no way he could afford to hire her for the long term. No, he couldn't keep her, and that was that.

But Candace...

The truth hit him like a hammer, almost physically jarring him. Suddenly, all the little mysteries surrounding his relationship with Candace clicked into place, revealing the pattern behind all that he'd done.

He didn't love Candace, and he never had. Love was based on mutual respect, on trust, on a willingness on the part of both people to make themselves emotionally dependent on each other. A sharing of power. And they'd never had that.

In the beginning, Candace had held all the power, using him to get free dinners, making him wait for her before dates, and teasing him mercilessly. He'd been the victim of a certain puppy-dog infatuation, but no more than that. Not love.

The drug had changed all that. Now he had the power. He could incite fierce passions in her with nothing more than a look. He could influence her mode of dress by addicting her to these passions. And he knew he could make love to her, if he wanted, and she would respond eagerly.

But he didn't love her. Oh, she loved him, he was sure of that. She'd follow him to the ends of the Earth. But for all its strength, her love was artificial, forced upon her by the drug. He could never love someone over whom he had such control. No, he didn't want to make love to her.

He wanted to fuck her.

He wanted to use her body for his own pleasure, just as he was doing now with the body of the whore writhing on the couch underneath him. He wanted Candace to be a slut, a cheap piece of trash who'd live for cock, like the woman in the magazine. He wanted her to dress like a whore, doing or saying anything to satisfy her craving for a good fucking. Not the tender, passionate, caring caresses of a lover, but hard, dirty, forceful use by her master.

Rick throbbed in Bambi's cunt as he dreamed of what was to come. His cock was swollen with passion, with lust, but more than anything, it was swollen with power. He had the power, and he knew it.

He would bend Candace to his will, molding her into the perfect slut. In time, she would be little more than a walking, breathing sex doll, a well-tuned fucking machine. And when the time came to be used, she would beg for it. Like the cheap slut she was.

Rick's balls ignited at the thought. His cock pistoned in and out of Bambi's cunt with a frenzied speed, his orgasm coming to a head. Bambi squealed underneath him as his cock exploded, shooting hot, sticky wads of jism into the whore's cunt. Rick shuddered as he felt his power, felt it flowing from him, taking possesion of the cheap slut beneath him. She was nothing more than a toy, a puppet under his control, a slave to his power. And soon, Candace would be too.

Candace's Education Three

Candace slept almost until noon the next morning, yet still felt groggy and half-asleep when she woke up. She had slept poorly, her mind wracked by confusion over Rick's behavior. A night of lying awake thinking about it had failed to bring any insights as to why he had passed up the chance to go to bed with her.

She was scared. Scared at the strength of her own desire for him. Scared at what she would become if he satisfied her desire. Scared of the possibility that he wouldn't and she would be left wanting. Never before had a man aroused such feelings in her. She stumbled in the shower and stood there, the water running over her body, thinking. She stood there for nearly two hours before emerging, feeling fresher, with a clear sense of resolve.

She was going to end it. She was going to pick up the phone, call him, and end it. He would ask to see her, to talk about it in person, and she would refuse.

She had to do it over the phone, out of reach of his influence, out of reach of that... that power he had, to make her lose control.

She would end it. And then she would throw out all those clothes she had bought since they'd started dating, the ones that displayed her body like a museum exhibit, the ones that stripped her of her dignity.

And she would put it all behind her, and go back to being the old, independent Candace, who needed nothing and wanted nothing from men.

Nothing. She was going to do it. She finished drying her hair and sat on the bed, calming herself. Her hand reached for the phone. It rang. Candace jumped at the sound, jerking away from the phone. It rang again, and she slowly reached out to it. She picked it up on the third ring and put it to her ear. "Hello?"

"Candace?" The voice was Rick's.

Oh, God! she thought. No, no, no! She was supposed to call him. Her courage, her dedication of moments before evaporated at the sound of his voice. She began to tremble.

"Candace? Are you there?"

"Oh! Y-yes."

"Are you all right, honey?"

"Yes, yes, I'm fine." A soft heat entered her groin.

"Okay... So how about dinner tonight?"

No. No. I don't want to go out with you, Rick. I don't want to see you again. Stay away from me. "Uh... okay."

"Great. See you at eight?"

She fought the rising fire. Don't let him do this to you, she screamed at herself. "Okay."

"Great. I love you."

"I... I love you, too. Bye." She hung up the phone, shaking as she fought her own body. He had done this to her without her even seeing him! A wave of passion washed over her as she fell back on the bed. Her hands shot to her clitoris and went furiously to work, her worries forgotten in the heat of the moment.

She came furiously, her back arching as she writhed on the bed, screaming Rick's name. She needed him so badly, needed to feel him inside her, filling her. She didn't care what she had to wear, what she had to turn herself into, just as long as she could get him inside her.

After her breathing returned to normal, she got up and got dressed. She had some shopping to do.

Rick hung up the phone, grinning happily. Candace was hooked, and well on her way to becoming the whore he wanted her to be.

He was especially happy that morning, having gotten his money's worth out of Bambi. He'd fucked her four more times that night. Each time, he'd had her warm him up with a blowjob. She always did whatever he asked.

He'd pounded into her violently, using her like a rag doll. He could tell she wasn't enjoying it, but she obeyed out of fear.

Although he enjoyed the fact that she was afraid, doing this against her will, he knew the sex would've been better if she'd been enjoying it.

But that was what Candace was for, wasn't it?

Rick picked the phone up again, dialing Damon Briggs. He was going to be starting work the next day, and wanted to be sure things were all set up for his return.

The phone picked up. "Damon Briggs."

"Damon, this is Rick Logan. I wanted to make sure everything's set for me to start tomorrow."

"Rick! Good to hear from you. Gadsen left yesterday. Your office is open and everything's ready for you. Personnel has scheduled several of the applicants for secretarial positions to come by your office to be interviewed tomorrow. You can pick your new secretary from them."

Rick had forgotten about the fact that he was going to have his own secretary. It had seemed like a good idea at the time, but now he was wondering if it wasn't a liability. He was going to have to spend a morning interviewing applicants.

And then he was going to have to spend several months dealing with a new, inexperienced secretary, at a time when he was learning the ropes himself. What he needed was someone experienced, someone who had been around long enough to learn the office politics, help him through tight spots. Someone like...

Rick thought furiously. What exactly had he told Briggs? Could Briggs be manipulated over the phone? Well, it was worth a try. "We need to have a talk, Damon," Rick enunciated clearly.

The line went dead. Briggs would be getting up to get himself some coffee. Rick spent the next thirty minutes pacing nervously, wondering if this was going to work. When he'd conditioned Briggs, he had been assuming that he would always be able to come in and speak to Briggs face-to-face. He wasn't sure whether Briggs would answer the phone in a suggestible state. Well, if he failed, the worst that could happen is that he would have to wait until tomorrow to straighten this out.

When Rick dialed again half an hour later, Briggs picked up immediately. "Hello?"

"It's Rick."

"Hello, Rick, I've been expecting you to call."

Rick sighed in relief. "Now, about my new secretary. Don't you think it's dangerous for me to have a new, inexperienced secretary during my first few months in a new job?"

"Well, yes, now that you mention it..."

"What I need is an experienced secretary, someone who's been in the department for awhile."

"Hmmm. Yes, you need someone who's got some experience..."

"Like Jennifer."

"Hmmm... Well, yes, but she's my secretary."

"But we already have applicants for secretarial jobs coming up to the department tomorrow, anyway. You could transfer Jennifer to me, and then interview the applicants yourself, and choose a replacement from them."

"Yes... Yes, that sounds like a good idea. I've decided to make Jennifer your secretary."

"That's great news, Mr. Briggs!" Rick said, acting as though Briggs had come up with the idea himself. "I'll look forward to working with her."

Rick whistled happily to himself as he walked up the stairs to Candace's apartment. He was pleased with himself for securing Jennifer as a secretary. It would be good to have a knowledgeable friend assisting him in his new job.

He knocked on the door, anticipating a pleasurable evening looking at Candace's body, arousing her. And then at the end, he would... leave her hanging. The door opened, and Rick choked on his breath in spite of himself. God, she was hot.

Candace seemed to have taken a quantum leap in her choice of clothing. She wore a black strech dress that hugged every curve of her body, stopping several inches above the knee and leaving her arms bare. Her legs were wrapped in black stockings and balanced on a pair of four-inch black spiked heels.

Her hair was standing out at much more than its normal volume; clearly she had teased it out with some mousse. Faint traces of eyeshadow and mascara graced her face, and her lips shone with a shiny, bright red lip gloss. Not bad, Rick thought. He hadn't expected her to go this far quite yet. "You look incredible."

She blushed, and Rick thought he saw a triumphant grin flash across her face. "Thank you."

Rick smiled inwardly. No doubt the bitch thought she was going to get fucked tonight. Well, fine with him. Let her think that.

Candace could barely contain her excitement as she led Rick up the stairs to her apartment. This was it! She was sure of it. All through dinner Rick's eyes had been riveted to her body. It had been so exciting, so arousing. Finally, he was going to be inside her, filling her pussy.

She giggled at that. She'd never considered using the word "pussy" before, thinking of it as a word used by men to objectify women. Well, she thought, what was the matter with being an object once in awhile if that was what it took to get your pussy filled? She tittered again at the thought of the word.

"You sure seem giggly tonight," Rick commented.

"Oh, that's just the effect you have on me," she replied, opening the door to the apartment. She showed him inside. Rick insisted that she relax while he went into the kitchen to make drinks. How chivalrous of him!

She seated herself on the couch, quickly pulling out her makeup mirror and touching up her face. She knew that her chances of getting fucked depended heavily on her appearance. She had to look as sexy as possible.

Rick returned with drinks just as she slipped the makeup back into her purse. They sat and drank for awhile. They talked. After awhile, Candace got bored. Her enthusiasm for the conversation waned. She wanted Rick to fuck her. But he just kept talking and talking and talking...

Rick watched as Candace's face took on the usual dazed look that meant she was under the drug. Once he was sure, he launched right into the questioning.

"How are you feeling?"

"Frustrated."

"Horny?"

"Yes. I want you to make love to me so bad..."

"But I still won't do it, and that's what's frustrating?"

"Well... that's part of it."

"And what else?"

"Well... I feel like... like a hypocrite."

Rick paused to chew over her words. This could be useful, but he had to be careful. "Because you're an assistant editor at Woman's Work?"

"Yeah..."

"Because you've talked and written about how important it is for women to be independent?"

"Yeah..."

"And now you find yourself wanting me sexually?"

She trembled. "Yeah..."

"Needing me to make love to you?"

"Oh, yesss... I need you so baaaad..." Her eyes closed and her hand crept toward her crotch.

Rick squirmed around as his erection fought through his pants. No! He couldn't give in!

"So... So you feel like you're betraying everything you stand for?" Rick blurted.

"Yeah, I feel... like a hypocrite." Her excitement seemed to abate somewhat at being reminded of this, and the hand that had been moving toward her pussy fell off to one side. Rick was able to calm himself down, and sighed in relief.

"It's not just everything you've ever said, is it? You're betraying everything you've ever thought."

"Yeah..."

Rick made a show of sighing in sympathy. "Poor Candace. Boy, this wouldn't happen to a lot of women."

"Wha...?"

"Well, I just mean that some women don't think about these things. Some women just don't think much at all, do they?"

"Well, no..."

"And those stupid bimbos sure do get a lot of sex, don't they?"

"Yeah... they get a lot..."

This was working just fine. "Wouldn't it be easier if you were stupider? Then you wouldn't have to worry about whether you were betraying anything."

"Yeah... Easier..."

"Well, from now on, I think you're going to find that it hurts when you try to think about things like that. When you try to think about how women should behave, what their role in society should be, and things like that, you're going to get a headache."

"Okay..."

"It's going to hurt to think about things like that."

"Okay..."

"It'll be a whole lot easier not to think."

"Okay..."

Rick led her through the usual suggestions -- buy some more revealing clothes, get some higher heels, wear a little more makeup. Candace agreed quietly with each of them. Then he led her through the forget-this-conversation routine and waited for the drug to wear off.

When she was fully in control of herself again, he made his excuses and left. She didn't protest, but he could easily sense her disappointment.

Rick was in a dark mood as he parked his car in the executive lot the next morning. Despite the fact that he was starting a new job at about three times his previous salary, he was feeling tense and frustrated. It had taken a lot of nerve to walk out on Candace the night before.

She had looked unbelievably fuckable in the clothes she'd been wearing. He could picture her now, lying on her back, the dress bunched up around her waist and pulled down from the neck to expose her tits, the black spikes of her heels pointing at the ceiling as she spread her legs to take his cock...

But not yet. He could push her further, with a little more work.

But it was so unnerving to have a hot woman like Candace practically begging for him. Rick used the elevator ride up to the marketing floor to compose himself, forcing his face into a smile. He should be enjoying the day, after all.

The door opened, and Rick strolled through the marketing department to the spacious corner office of the Assistant Director of Marketing.

As he approached, he caught sight of the secretary's desk outside the office door, and a young, shapely woman bent over it, scribbling something on a piece of paper. Rick paused, curious. The long skirt she was wearing hid her legs from view, but the smooth curve of her behind was clearly visible as she bent over the desk. The no-nonsense business blouse obscured, but could not completely conceal, the fullness of her breasts.

Her lightly curled black hair hung in front of her shoulder in lustrous tresses, bouncing ever so slightly as her hand moved across the page in front of her and hiding her face from Rick's view. Rick watched in fascination as she finished writing and stood up, tossing her hair back over her shoulder and giving him a good look at her face. It was Jennifer!

Rick's jaw dropped. He closed his mouth after a few seconds, belatedly remembering his earlier hypnotic suggestion to her. He'd counted on her losing weight, but he hadn't expected her to come out looking like this. The face was more or less the same, although the weight loss had had some effect - her cheeks were noticeably less puffy, and the face as a whole was more streamlined. Sexier.

Rick had earlier assumed Jennifer to be about thirty or so, but now she looked younger - twenty-five, tops. Rick forced the amazement out of his expression and called to her as he continued walking toward the desk.

"Rick!" she exclaimed, rushing toward him and giving him a friendly, but enthusiastic, hug. Rick returned the affection. Her body, previously almost mushy with excess fat, now had a firm, but soft feel to it. Rick felt like he could go on holding her all day.

Jennifer broke the embrace and stepped back. "Oh, I'm so excited we'll be working together. You should've seen Briggs when he came out to tell me the news..."

Rick lost track of what she was saying as he examined her face. He couldn't get over how beautiful she was. How could this gorgeous creature have been hiding in the overweight secretary he'd known a month earlier? Or had she been this attractive all along, and he'd just never noticed?

"... and so even though this is technically a demotion, since you're under Briggs, I'd still rather be here, working for you, than back where I was, having to put up with the old pit bull every day."

Rick jerked himself back to reality. "Well, I'm glad to have you, Jen. This is going to be a lot of fun."

They spent the first week getting settled in the new office. Rick met with most of the senior members of the department, in an effort to get a feel for what had been going on there under Gadsen, the former assistant director. He gathered input on what projects should be continued, and which ones were best dropped.

Jennifer, however, was his most useful source of information. In her previous capacity as Briggs' secretary, she'd been privy to a lot of department secrets, all of which she shared with Rick. She was also quite intelligent. By the end of the week, Rick found himself often calling on her for advice or suggestions.

Candace banged her fist on the desktop in frustration. It just wasn't coming! For the fifteenth time in as many minutes she read the meager two lines of text on the monitor.

It was supposed to be her opinion piece on the effect of recent Supreme Court decsisions on the women's movement. She'd had over a week to do it, and all she'd managed was two pathetic lines.

Her head was pounding. She'd taken a couple of painkillers less than an hour ago, but they seemed to have had no effect on the headache. She focused her eyes on the monitor again and tried to think. Last week, when Carol, the editor-in- chief, had given her the assignment, she had had so many good ideas about what to write. For the last week, however, she'd been unable to remember a single damn one of them.

"Candace?"

She looked up to see Lisa standing in the doorway to her office. Lisa was a summer intern, going into her third year of college in the fall. Candace found her obnoxious as all hell. "Yes, Lisa?" she sighed, leaning back.

Lisa had some questions about an article she was working on. Stupid questions, in Candace's opinion. Questions that any college junior shouldn't have had to ask. Candace answered them all, struggling not to let her irritation show.

The only reason Lisa was an intern at Woman's Work was that she had grown up next door to Carol, and Carol positively adored Lisa. Candace was quite sure that Carol's opinion would change if she actually had to work with Lisa directly. But she didn't. Candace was stuck with that unfortunate task.

Lisa finished her string of questions and picked up her stuff to leave. At last, Candace thought. Just as she was leaving, Lisa turned to speak to her.

"Candace, I've known Carol all my life, and I thought I should tell you that if you're going to dress like that, maybe you should try not to let her see you."

Candace fumed. "How I choose to dress is none of your business, Lisa," she said icily.

"Sorry," Lisa replied unconvincingly. "Just trying to help you out." She was gone before Candace could reply. Candace closed her eyes and counted to ten, thinking of ways to kill Lisa. The damndest thing was that Lisa would almost certainly get a job at the magazine once she graduated. All because Carol liked her.

Candace adjusted her skirt, pulling it as far down her legs as it would go. She'd only started wearing a skirt to the office in the last week or so. She knew what her colleagues were likely to think, but dammit, the leers she got from men on te way to and from work made her so hot!

Lisa had been intentionally baiting her. The girl didn't understand how pleasant it could be for a woman to have men looking at her body. And Candace knew that if she wanted to, Lisa could have plenty of men staring at her. The girl just needed a good roll in the hay.

Which is exactly what I need, Candace thought to herself.

Rick arrived at work on Monday of the second week of his new job expecting to be greeted by a smiling Jennifer, informing him of the appointments he had that morning. It was always a pleasure to be greeted by a bright, cheerful face in the morning. Thus, he was quite surprised to find the chair behind Jennifer's desk empty.

Fifteen minutes later, surprise yielded to panic when it became apparent that Jennifer's absence was not the result of an early-morning trip to the restroom. Rick grabbed the appointment calender from her besk and began flipping through it, trying to discover what he was supposed to be doing this morning.

Regional sales meeting at nine... and he was supposed to be presenting the forecast for the next quarter. Rick glanced at his watch. Forty-five minutes to prepare the presentation. Viewgraphs - where the hell did she keep the viewgraphs? Two hours later, Rick flopped onto the couch in his office, exhausted. With a lot of running around, he'd managed to find four of the six viewgraphs for the presentation, as well as the speaking notes Jennifer had typed up for him.

The presentation had gone less than perfectly - Briggs had seemed disappointed in his performance - but it hadn't feel like a career-killer, either. He might have to do a little work on Briggs with the drug to fix the damage, though.

But where the hell was Jennifer? It wasn't like her to do this. Even if she'd had trouble starting her car, or had gotten seriously sick over the weekend, she would have at least called, rather than leaving him in the lurch like this.

Rick knew that he should be angry about her unexplained absence, but he wasn't. Rather, he was consumed by a gnawing worry. What could have happened to Jennifer?

Ten minutes later, the office doors flew open and Jennifer burst in, her face red and moist. "Oh, God, Rick, I'm sorry I'm late. I swear this won't happen again. I'm so sorry..." She looked down at him, on the verge of tears. Rick stood quickly and put his hands on her shoulders as Jennifer continued to stammer apologies. "I should have at least called, told you I'd be late. I..."

Rick shushed her, placing a hand on her mouth. "It's all right, Jen. Why don't you sit down and we'll talk about it?" Meekly, Jennifer allowed herself to be lowered to the couch, her face downcast. Rick sat opposite her. "Now, what's the matter?"

Jennifer looked up at him. "H-how did the meeting g-go?" she stammered.

"Don't worry about the meeting!" Rick exclaimed. "It was fine. What I'm worried about is you! What's the matter?" "Oh, Rick, I..." She paused, took a deep swallow, and began again. "It was this guy I-I've been s-seeing. Last night was our th-third date. We went to dinner, and a m-movie. You know..." She paused again to clear her throat. Rick fought down a twinge of jealousy. He had no right to feel that way, he knew.

"Afterward, we went back to his p-place, to... you know... I mean, we didn't say that was what we were going to do, b-but we both knew it. And I would have, too, but..." She turned away, drawing a ragged breath before continuing. Rick watched as her chest heaved prettily.

"I wanted to talk first, you know, s-so we could g- get c-comfortable. B-but he... wouldn't..." She broke off again and began crying. Rick leaned over and wrapped his arms around her, hugging her protectively, patting the back of her head. "It was s-scary..." she sobbed. "I ran outside..." Rick squeezed her tightly, boiling with anger. How dare that bastard try that with his Jennifer.

His Jennifer. Rick had never felt so possessive towards her before. So protective. He wanted to hold her, shield her from all the bad things the world could do to such a beautiful creature. Rick released his embrace and leaned back, looking her in the eyes. They sat like for a moment, silent except for Jennifer's soft crying.

"I d-don't want to do it like that," Jennifer said between sobs, looking into Rick's eyes. "I w-want it to be with s-someone I can talk t-to, someone I c-can t-tell all my..." She stopped speaking and looked away, embarassed.

"Someone like me, you mean?" Rick said gently.

"I-I'm sorry, Rick. We've been through this before. I know you're n-not..." Rick placed a hand on her cheek and gently turned her face back toward him. She looked at him, her big brown eyes wide open. At that moment she was the most gorgeous creature Rick had ever seen. "There's nothing to be sorry about," he whispered, leaning forward.

"Oh, Rick..." Her lips were soft and wet on his. They kissed passionately, tongues dancing in the dark wetness. Jennifer gripped Rick's shoulders, pulling his body tightly against hers. After an eternity, they broke apart, gazing into each other's eyes. Then they kissed again.

Rick gently reached downward to cup her breast. Jennifer's hands responded by running from Rick's shoulders down his flanks, gripping his hips and pulling his pelvis to meet hers. Their lips parted, and Jennifer moaned softly. Rick nuzzled the smooth curve where her neck met her shoulder. "Rick... I need you... take me." she moaned. Her pelvis ground against his as though punctuating her words.

Rick paused, taken aback. "Here?"

"Please... I've never felt like this before... please..." Her moan increased in volume.

Rick silenced her with his lips. He was worried about someone hearing them. And the office doors were unlocked!

Jennifer's crotch rubbed against his once again, fueling the fire blazing in him. "Hurry..." she moaned. Rick fumbled with his belt buckle, working desperately to free his cock.

Jennifer's legs swung up off the couch, encircling his waist, trying to pull him into her. Her hands dropped to her waist, pulling up the dark businesslike skirt she wore. "Riiiick... do it..."

Rick succeeded in unzipping his fly and pulling his pants down. His manhood sprung free, erect and ready. "Hurrryyyy..." Jennifer moaned. Needing no further encouragement, Rick pushed Jennifer's white cotton panties aside and thrust into the moistness between her legs. Jennifer groaned loudly at his entry.

The wetness inside her gripped him tightly, squeezing him and bringing pleasure he'd never dreamt of. She rocked against his hips, trying to draw him deeper as her mouth nibbled hungrily at his neck. Rick groaned and began to respond, taking soft, slow strokes.

The made love tenderly at first, savoring the contact, the communion between them. Soon, though, Jennifer picked up the pace, her insistent humping bringing Rick to ever higher levels of pleasure. Her lips roamed all over his face and neck, occasionally emitting a soft moan as he cupped her breast or tweaked an erect nipple.

Their lovemaking built to a powerful crescendo, Jennifer gripping Rick's shoulders tighly, her back arched, head thrown back as her womanhood clenched him tightly. Rick came powerfully, emptying himself in fierce spurts. As their simultanous orgasms ebbed, the two lovers relaxed, nestled confortably in each other's arms on the couch. Rick shrank and withdrew from an exhausted Jennifer.

Jennifer sighed contentedly. "God, that was unbelieveable."

"You were wonderful, too," Rick responded.

"I had forgotten what it was like. I... I mean, I haven't made love to a man since... since high school." Her breathing began to shake. "After that I..." she paused for a moment, an almost stricken look crossing her face. "Well, after awhile, I started eating... a lot..." "Shhhh..." Rick soothed.

But Jennifer continued. "It's only been since I g-got back in shape that men have even started l-looking at me again. I... always felt so... ugly..." She looked as though she was on the verge of crying again.

"You've always been beautiful where it counts," Rick told her. "I'm sorry I was too stupid to see that before now."

She looked up at him, tears falling down her face. "Oh, Rick..." She kissed him and closed her eyes, resting her head softly on his chest.

Jennifer used Rick's washroom to fix up her appearance, redoing her makeup and straightening her hair and clothes. The rest of the day flew by as they struggled to make up for lost time.

Jennifer went about her work with a zest that was unusual even for her, with a bright sparkle in her eye and a spring in her step. Whenever she was around Rick, she looked at him with almost puppylike adoration, like a teenage girl suffering her first crush.

Rick told her to leave at the usual time, despite her late arrival in the morning, but she insisted on working late to make up for lost time. She came into his office to give him a deep, sensual kiss before he left. "See you tomorrow," he told her. She grinned happily.

Rick took Candace out that evening, feeling guilty about what he'd done with Jennifer, yet charged with sexual energy.

Candace had gone to the greatest length yet to get what she wanted from him. Her hair, loosely curled, fell across bare shoulders, just touching the low-cut shoulderless stretch top.

Being several sizes too small, the top pushed her breasts up into their fullest possible appearance. The top ended just below her breasts, leaving her midriff bare above the tight, ass-hugging skirt. Her legs were wrapped in black stockings, and her feet fit comfortably into a pair of shiny black stiletto heels.

Only the fact that her makeup was well within the bounds of social acceptability kept her from looking like a hooker. As it was, though, she looked quite the slut. The college boys at the table next to them at dinner couldn't keep their eyes off her.

Rick had no trouble letting his eyes wander all over her body. Candace's excitement at this was obvious; several times she let out low, barely audible moans. Rick pretended not to notice, although he was paying very close attention to her reactions.

He found her conversation to be somewhat limited. Simpler. Several times she'd seemed to be thinking of something to say, only to wince slightly and remain silent. Those things she did say seemed noticeably less insightful than was her usual.

Clearly Rick's suggestion about thinking was having the desired effect. Rick welcomed the opportunity to talk about whatever he wanted, rather than having to listen to her yammering about women's this and women's that.

On the drive home, Candace fell into a suggestible state, thanks to the drug Rick had slipped into her drink. Once he was satisfied that she was safely under the drug's influence, he started questioning her. "Candace, on the nights when I come up and visit you in your apartment, what do you after I leave?"

"I masturbate, Rick."

Just as he had suspected. "I see. And do you come when you masturbate?" "Every time." Her body shuddered slightly, and she closed her eyes.

"And what do you think of when you masturbate?" He already knew the answer to this one.

"You, Rick. I think of you making love to me. I think of you coming inside me."

Rick smiled. Quite the dirty talker she'd become. Under hypnosis, anyway, he reminded himself. Still, he felt his cock swelling. "You think of me as a lover, don't you?"

"Yes, Rick. I want you to be my lover." She still gazed straight ahead, as though talking to herself, but she smiled as she spoke those words, and color rushed to her cheeks.

"But you're getting frustrated, aren't you?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Because you won't do it. I've been trying so hard to make you want to do it. I've put on makeup, worn these skimpy dresses, bought jewelry... but it doesn't seem to make any difference." She was clearly unhappy.

"You're having a hard time figuring out what to do."

"Yes."

"It would probably be easier if I just told you what to do, wouldn't it?"

A thoughtful look crossed her face. "Yes... yes, it would." "Then you wouldn't have to worry about whether you were doing the right thing. You could just do what I told you to do, and not have to think about it. It'd be so much easier, and so much less stressful."

"Yes... it would. You're right. It's so frustrating."

Careful now, Rick thought. This was going to be tricky. "And don't men like to be in control?"

Candace seemed to shudder slightly before responding. "Yes, they do."

"And I'd probably be more interested in having sex with you if I was in control, right?"

There was a pause of several seconds before Candace responded, "Yes." Clearly she was having trouble digesting the concept of being under a man's control. But it seemed to be working.

"So why don't you just do whatever I tell you from now on?"

"O-okay," she responded nervously. Then, with more enthusiasm, "I guess that's the best way to get you to make love to me."

"Good girl," Rick responded, patting her on the knee.

They returned to Candace's apartment for the usual drinks and foreplay. After several minutes of necking and heavy petting, Rick excused himself to use the bathroom. Candace let him go, watching him get up with a sort of wistful longing in her eyes.

Rick returned and sat on the couch next to her.

Candace was looking at him with her usual puppy-dog adoration, but also with a certain... attentiveness, perhaps? Rick decided to test the waters. "Take off your top," he said.

"Sure." Candace smiled and raised her arms over her head, pulling off the skimpy, shoulderless top she had been wearing. She put it in her lap, leaving her breasts fully exposed. Rick had never seen them before. The were smallish, but very firm, the nipples sticking out proudly. She was clearly excited. Rick reached out and gently brushed one. Candace moaned softly, closing her eyes.

Rick decided to try a little experiment. He leaned back and spoke softly. "Keep your eyes closed and play with your nipples."

"Yes, Rick," Candace purred. Eyes still closed, she leaned back and raised her fingers to her tits. Gently she began to rub them, slowly at first, and then a bit faster. Her left hand grasped the nipple it was rubbing and gently began rolling it between thumb and forefinger.

Rick felt his cock hardening at the sight of Candace playing with her nublie body. He struggled to keep the excited quiver out of his voice. "Take off your skirt."

"Yes..." Candace groaned. Her hands left her breasts and went to her hip to unbutton the tight skirt. She slid the skirt down over her stocking-clad legs and spiked heels. Rick gazed at her crotch, his eyes drinking in the sight of her soft brown bush. He swallowed hard and forced his voice to remain steady. "Spread your legs," he commanded in a guttural voice, "wide."

Candace sighed and let one leg slide off the couch onto the floor while the other lifted to rest on the back of the couch. And there it was: Candace's pussy. The goal Rick had been striving for for months and months. Her clitoris stood erect and begging for attention above the soft folds of her cunt, moist with pussy juice. Candace had subconsciously begun to thrust her hips ever so slightly back and forth, as though fucking an imaginary cock.

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