The rest of the week, Nate tried to put the events of that Tuesday morning behind him. It wasn't easy to do though. He was having trouble sleeping due to weird dreams that kept recurring of him locked, cuffed, tied, caged in every manner of scenarios by Sandra. He had never really considered those scenarios before, but clearly he was curious, confused, something.
It filled him with conflicting thoughts. On one side was the sexual excitement that he simply couldn't deny. Being constrained, being left like a piece of property, having her hands on him all contributed to feelings of arousal stronger than he'd ever felt before. But on the other hand, it was very clearly wrong. He hadn't said that it was ok. And the way she threatened his termination if he spoke up was pretty clearly wrong. It filled him with unease and mistrust towards Sandra because he simply couldn't figure out what she was thinking.
Compounding all of this, every day at work, he felt like all the women in the office were staring at him more than before. He also thought that they were whispering as they looked at him, but he tried to shrug it off to his paranoia. His productivity slowed as he was spending more time fretting about his experiences and his team lead was starting to notice.
At least it was the end of the day on Friday now and he was looking forward to hitting the gym a bunch that night and over the weekend. He was packing up his gear and was just about to head for the change rooms when his personal cell phone rang. The caller ID said it was Sandra. His immediate reaction was that of wondering how she got his personal cell phone. It only took a second to realize that she had pulled his information from the HR department and with her executive status, she would have all the rest of his information. He suddenly felt rather vulnerable knowing that this woman had all that information on him while he had none on her.
He shouldered his backpack, started walking and answered the phone pretending to not know who it was, "Hello, Nate speaking."
"Oh Nate, it's Sandra. I need a favour. I'm having a get together tonight with some people at the office at my place and I need help setting up."
It was a weird request. It sounded like she wanted help setting up while not inviting him to the party. Plus, didn't she have a bunch of other friends that she could have help her set up.
Seemingly in anticipation of his questions she continued, "There are some large items that need to be moved and I need someone who is strong, so I thought of you." She added that last off-handed compliment with a girlish tone in her voice.
He knew that he should say no, but it was hard not to play the rescuer and respond to the attention that he was strong, "Um, ok, sure. Where and when, I guess." Ever the patsy and always the friend, Nate put himself second like he did with all the girls in his past. His agreeableness made him a doormat or worse yet permanently in the friend zone with women.
"Oh you're a life saver, Nate! Thank you thank you! I'll text you the address. Be there for 5:00, ok?" She didn't wait for his reply and simply hung up.
Nate continued through his end of day routine when the text arrived with her address. "What the.." Nate mumbled incredulously. Her address was on the fringes of the city and to get there for 5:00 meant that he had to head straight there. It was situations like these that made him wish he drove to work. The bike ride there and back to his place wouldn't be a big issue, but there was no way that he'd make it back to his neighbourhood in time for a gym session.
He had already agreed, so he reluctantly continued through his routine with a new destination in mind. The bike ride to Sandra's home was almost twice the distance to his place and there were a cluster of hills in the middle that he had to go up and over along the way. By 4:50 he arrived at her place, albeit more sweaty than he had hoped.
Nate tipped his bike over on the lawn in front of Sandra's house and then stepped up and pushed the door bell. He stepped back from the door and waited. To pass the time, he twisted from side to side, looking at the house and its front yard. The house itself was a two story contemporary building. The street was full of posh houses. Sandra's wasn't the fanciest or biggest, but it was still quite large and well decorated. Across the street was all trees that bordered a ridgeline down to the river valley.
The door opened without warning, "Nate, please come in," said Sandra. He turned around to see her smiling at him. Her dark silky hair flowed down over her toned shoulders. She was wearing a fuchsia coloured crop top t-shirt that seemed to stand out from her cute little breasts. Her stomach looked tight and just about had a six pack. She was in bare feet and her smooth legs distracted him as much as the tiny little pair of blue athletic shorts that curved around her cute hips to her narrow waist. She stood about 5' 5" or so, which was less than at the office because of the shoes she usually wore at the office. Now that Nate was seeing her in a skimpy casual outfit Nate could see that she was considerably stronger than she was letting on. "The item I need moved is at the back door."