"New Duties"
by
After his phone call she was seething with anger, rage,
pain, hurt, humiliation -then she collapsed into despair
crying for the past two hours since he'd hung up. Now,
she just felt numb. She had no idea what she was going
to do -except exactly what her husband was demanding.
Yesterday started on such a wonderful note. Jeremy,
her husband had called and without explanation, told her
to meet him at the Mall. She couldn't imagine why, but
when she arrived he was waiting and he explained that
they had a very special event to attend the following
night. They would now go shopping and he was going to
buy her a new outfit - something "very special for this
special night." She was delighted and very excited as
they entered the Mall.
They went to a little boutique that sold expensive
clothes and after she tried on several Jeremy picked what
she thought was an outrageous little black dress. It was
a halter style around her neck with a plunging neckline -
almost to her waist. Forget wearing a bra - -
fortunately, her figure was cute and the dressfit
perfectly. It was backless and fit tight around her waist
and then blossomed into a full shirt. She had to admit
that she looked good in it; looking in the mirror her
breasts looked perky and she could see her nipples
outlined under the sheer black material. Yes, she looked
very sexy, but she was uncomfortable when she thought
about wearing it in public... especially to some "special
event", which was surely a business affair with his
colleagues and/or customers. There were two other men
and several women customers in the store, so she was
shocked when Jeremy insisted that she pose in
several positions which revealed most of her charms to
the other customers. She was embarrassed but anxious
to please Jeremy so she turned and spun causing
the dress to fly up exposing the upper parts of her legs.
"Do you have panties on?" he demanded in a loud voice.
Get in there and take them off; they look ridiculous with
this dress. Her cheeks burning, Carole quickly returned
from the dressing room, now pantiless. In fact, the
only item of clothes she had on was the black dress.
"Now, turn around - spin! Make the dress fly!" He
demanded. "Ah, that's much better." Carole could tell
by the looks on the faces of the other customers that her
charms were completely on display as she spun around.
Pleased, Jeremy signed the credit card slip and then left
her and returned to work. He refused to answer any of
her questions about the special event except to tell her
that she had to look perfect. That night at dinner
Jeremy maintained his silence about the following night's
event and would tell her nothing more than that it was
extremely important that she look smashing.
Starting early this morning, she had fussed over her
appearance - she had her hair and nails done and had
even had a pedicure and had asked the girl to doher
toenails a bright red to match her nail polish. As the
afternoon wore on she became increasingly nervous about
the evening and had trouble making decisions about even
the smallest item - her jewelry, she finally selected a
single strand of pearls with matching earrings; her shoes,
she tried on every pair of black shoes she owned before
selecting a pair of open-toe shoes with high stiletto
heels.
He'd told her to be ready to leave at 7 p.m. and by four
that afternoon everything was done. In the end she
thought she had come together very well. She was sure
Jeremy would be pleased with her. Then the phone
rang. "Hi Hon. Are you okay with everything tonight?
Did you get your hair and nailsdone? Are you ready to
get dressed? Is everything perfect. You have to look
fabulous tonight."
His questions puzzled her and his voice sounded
different. Something was wrong. "Jeremy, what's going
on? Your voice sounds different. Is there something
about tonight that I should know?"
"Well, yes. That's why I called you. It's about tonight."
"What?" she demanded. "What about tonight? Has it
been cancelled?"
"No, it's still on, but there's something.... Do you
remember when I told you about Mark our new Vice
President?"
"Yes, he was here last year. He was the District
Manager. Is that the same guy?"
"Yes, same guy. He was the District Manager, and now
he's the Vice President. He's looking for a new District
Manager to fill the job he had last year. He's coming to
town tonight and we're going to have dinner with him.
That's what I want to talk to you about. He told me
that I have a real shot at getting the job and he wants to
spend some time getting to know me this week. So
tonight we're going to have dinner with him, and it has to
be perfect."
"Okay, that sounds fine with me, but I think my dress
might be a bit too revealing for a dinner with your boss."
"Well, uh, do you remember the last year when he was
here, and he had me line him up with an escort - a
hooker?"
"Yes, I do! And I remember that you were angry that he
was using you as his pimp. Is he doing that again?"
"Well, yes..." His voice paused, and suddenly Carole had
a sinking feeling in her stomach. "Hon, I know this is a
lot to ask, but you have to understand that this guy
controls this whole territory. His decision means the
professional life and death of all of us. He's looking for a
new District Manager. That's why he's here. Impressing
him could mean a big promotion for me. On the
other hand, if this meeting doesn't go well, I could be
looking for a job by tomorrow."
"What are you saying? That we're going out to dinner
with him with my tits hanging out so that he can get his
jollys looking at me?"
"Well, not exactly. He's asked me to find him a girl
again, but this time he's given me very particular
instructions on what he wants. I had a girl lined up
but she cancelled and I just can't find anybody else that
meets his requirements...."I've been going crazy trying to
find him another girl that meets his standards. . .. . He
wants a woman 5'2" tall, brunette but with very white
skin, a great body, big brown eyes, under 30. I just can't
find anyone. You are the only woman I can think of that
could possibly satisfy his requirements."
"I won't do it," she stated firmly.
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Angry now, Jeremy said, "Look, you've failed at
everything in this marriage. You couldn't even give me a
son, you can't get a job that pays a decent salary, you're
a lousy cook, hell you're not even good in bed." His
words stung her, maybe because that's the way she felt,
too. He was constantly criticizing her and she'd come to
believe everything he said. It only made her worse -
she'd lost all self confidence and just couldn't do anything
to make him happy.
"You have to do it. Since you don't seem to be able to
do anything else for this marriage, just look at this as one
of your new duties. It's time to step up and do
something for us. I want you to play a hooker for Mark
tonight. He's not to know you're my wife. As far as he
knows I hired you for the night, and you'd better make it
good. If you don't, you can kiss goodbye to
our comfortable lifestyle.
"Oh my God!" She dropped the phone and sank onto the
sofa. For the next two hours she screamed, she cried,
she despaired about the situation. But in the end, she
made the decision that he knew she would make. She
was afraid. Afraid of doing this - of being a hooker for her
husband but more afraid of him losing his job. Of losing
this lifestyle. So eventually she accepted her situation.
At six that night Jeremy arrived home and whistled at his
lovely wife.
"Perfect! You look wonderful. But we need to open the
neckline just a bit.
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They arrived at the door to Mark's suite at Four Seasons
Hotel at precisely 7 p.m. Answering the door, Mark
glanced at Jeremy and then looked at her. He eyes
widened and he let out a low whistle. "Wow, you're
lovely. I'm Mark, and you are?"
"Cindy," she said. They had decided to use a different
name for her this evening.
"Well, come in Cindy!" Mark led them into his suite and
after they'd sampled a glass of champagne, he said,
"Come here Cindy, and let me get a better look atyou."
She stood and walked, knees shaking to stand in front of
him. Mark put his hands on her arms and pulled her close
for a light kiss.
Mark frowned, "Are you one of those working girls that
doesn't like to kiss?" But not waiting for an answer he
spun her around and admired her legs as the dress flew
out. "Jeremy my boy, you have hit the jackpot with this
one." Mark then pushed aside the front of Carole's dress
and admired her breast sand pink nipples. Jeremy had
suggested a light rouge on her nipples and the effect
wasn't lost on Mark. "Wonderful, great tits. Say,
Jeremy, put on the TV, have a drink and a bite to eat.
Cindy and I are going into my bedroom to get
acquainted.
It was Jeremy's last chance to stop this, but he only
nodded with a glance atCarole. Her eyes were begging
him, but she said nothing as Mark led her intothe
bedroom. When the door closed, Jeremy sank to the sofa
with a sigh. He had mixed feelings about this, but his
first choice of a girl had demanded a thousand dollars.
She was good and was probably worth it, but Carole
was just as attractive - even prettier and sexy as hell.
There was no reason why heshould pay out a thousand
bucks for a hooker when he had a better looking woman
at home. Carole would do it - she'd have to, and
afterwards, he'd keep her away from company functions
and nobody would know the difference.
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As the door closed, Mark asked, "Do you really not like to
kiss your johns?" She knew it was zero hour. Time to
put up. She walked to him, put her arms around his neck
and gave Mark a kiss full on the mouth with her lips open
and her tongue pushing deep into his mouth. She'd
intended it as a mechanical thing, but the effect on her
was shocking. She never kissed her husband like that -
he didn't like it. But she thought that was the way a
hooker should kiss so she gave it her best shot. Shivers
ran down her spine as she kissed Mark, and she couldn't
believe the way her body was responding.
"Wow, that's much better. I've never had a hooker kiss
me like that. Super!" They kissed some more and then
she felt Mark pushing her down. She didn't know what he
wanted but he was forceful enough that her knees
buckled and she sank to the floor. "Take me in your
mouth," he asked. "I want to feel that wonderful tongue
around my cock."
She panicked, as she thought, 'my God, I don't know how
to do this.' Jeremy had asked her for oral sex only a few
times and each time she'd tried he'd told her that she
gave the worst blowjob in the world. She fumbled with
his zipper,and finally got his pants undone. His cock,
half hard, sprang out of his shorts. She took it in her
hands and stuffed it into her mouth. She really didn't
know what to do so she just moved her mouth back and
forth on his cock.
After a minute or so Mark stopped her. He took her face
in his hands and pulled her up to her feet. "Who are
you? You're not a hooker, and I suspect your name is
not Cindy. No hooker would kiss that well or give a
blowjob that bad. What's going on?
She started to cry, "My husband..., Jeremy....," then she
burst into tears.
"Oh my God, are you Jeremy's wife? Your name is, let
me think, Carole. Right? It is, isn't it. You're Carole,
Jeremy's wife. I remember seeing it in his file, and there
was even a picture of you there with him at some
company function. Jesus Christ, what in the hell are you
two thinking about?"
She was on the bed sobbing, "Please don't tell him.
Please don't tell Jeremy. I can't do anything right. I
didn't want to do this, I knew I couldn't pull it off, but he
wanted me to, he made me do it. But, I want to help
him, I want to be a good wife for him."
"I'm going out there and tell that dumb fuck just what a
dipshit husband I think he is."
"NO! You can't do that. Please let me try again.
Please let me do this. I can be a good hooker, if you
help me. I want to do it. I want to please you and I
promise I'll try hard and do everything you want me to."
He looked at her lying on the bed. God, she was
beautiful and so sexy, but she'd just never had any
experience. What the hell, it might be interesting.
"Okay, if you're sure you want to, I'll give it a try."
"Thank you Mark. She was sitting now and drying her
eyes. "I promise you won't be sorry. I'll make you feel
good." She slipped to her knees again and reached out
for his now very limp cock. She began to kiss it and
caress it with her hands and it started to grow. "Please
tell me what to do, tell me what you like and what you
want. I'll do anything,"
For the next hour Mark gave her instructions, moved her
head the way he wanted it to go, showed her how to
caress his balls while she was sucking him. At the end of
the hour she was still dressed but he was naked on the
bed and feeling very happy about his decision. She was
a quick learn, a very willing student and there was
nothing she wouldn't try. She kissed him and
caressed him in all the ways and places that he loved.
After only an hour she really knew how to give a great
blowjob.
Mark decided that it was time to twist the dagger in that
dopey husband of hers. Putting on a robe he led Carole
back to the living room. Jeremy was sitting with a beer
in hand watching a football game on TV. "Hey there
big guy," Mark exclaimed. "This is some fine little piece
you've lined up for me. She gives one hell of a blow job."
"She does?" Jeremy asked with a very puzzled look on his
face.
"Yes indeed. Come here Cindy and lets show you off a
little bit. He slumped to the sofa next to Jeremy and
allowed his robe to open exposing his half hard cock. A
smiling 'Cindy' caught the drift of what he was doing and
dropped to her knees between Mark's and took his cock in
her mouth. In the bedroom she'd tried the deep throat
thing a couple of times but wasn't able to do it without
gagging. After first sucking loudly on Mark's cock to get
him fullyerect, she pushed his cock to the very back of
her throat and then, taking a big breath, she pushed hard
down on his cock and the head of it slipped down
herthroat. She could feel it going down deep. For a
moment she almost panicked with a gag but then she
suppressed it and held on while the shaft of Mark's
long cock slid all the way down her throat. When her lips
touched the base of his cock she started slowly to bring
his cock back up. Taking a breath she repeated the
stroke and then did it a few more times before Mark
stopped her.
"Whoa, Baby, you'll have me coming again, and I've
already come twice. I'm not as young as I used to be
and I'll be all finished for the night if you're not careful."
The look on Jeremy's face was priceless. It was a mix of
astonishment, anger, jealousy and sexual frustration.
Mark led Carole to the back of the sofa. He then bent
her over the sofa, knees straight with her face on the
cushions. He lifted her black dressexposing her lovely
rear and called out, "Jeremy, come and look at
this beautiful pussy." Jeremy, as in a daze, walked
closer. Then Mark slid his lubricated cock into the lovely
pussy of Jeremy's wife. Mark had chosen this situation,
because Carole really didn't need to do anything. He'd
work on teaching her how to fuck later, but for now she
was powerless to move and all she had to do was enjoy
it. From the sounds she was making she was enjoying it
very much.
After a few minutes of this very nice position, Mark
assumed that it was becoming stressful on Carole so he
suggested that they adjourn once more to the bedroom.
Once the door was closed, Carole fell on the bed
giggling. "Did you see the look on his face?"
Carole then pushed Mark's robe off his shoulders and
took his flaccid cockin her hands as she pushed him back
on the bed. "Sweetie, you are going to teach me
everything I need to know tonight."
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Two years later. Jeremy had that job as District Sales
Manager. He wasmaking a fabulous salary, but most of
it was going for alimony to Carole who was now living in a
lovely apartment in New York. In addition to the alimony
she was getting from Jeremy, Carole was earning an
average of a tenthousand dollars a week from a small
group of very select clients - the most important, and
enjoyable being Mark, her former husband's boss.
- The End -
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