Chapter 3: Threats and Promises
It was mid-morning and I was back in my room. My hair was still a bit damp from a parting frolic in the shower with Nyah and Gabriel, and I was feeling rather languid from all of the attention. I closed the door and secured it, and then just stood there for a moment, reflecting upon everything that had happened these past few days.
I wondered what Tif's night had been like. I missed her. The leash and collar she had placed on me were stowed safely in my bag - they were a promise of something to come, to me at least. I wasn't ready to face the day yet, so I padded into my bedroom, removed my clothes and shoes, and buried myself beneath the covers. I snuggled in and within minutes I was asleep.
Some time later I woke, but was still not quite ready to rise. I flexed my toes and drew the covers more tightly against my chin... I smiled at the gentle rise of my breasts poking upward like two little tents. Less than a minute later, I heard a beep from my Netunit and knew I had to get up - the sound was probably what had woken me in the first place. I slipped from bed reluctantly and drew on a soft robe, then padded back out into my main room and plopped lightly onto the chair before the villainous machine that I loved so dearly - it was my link to the world, and it was how I shopped!
The beeping email was from Brentwood. I was supposed to be in his office at 13:00 (1PM). It was 13:02! "Fuck," I thought. I ignored all of my other communications for now and went into panic mode. First stop, and considering that I would probably end up being fucked somehow, literally, I needed to pee. I stripped from my robe, dropped it on the chair, and then scooted, naked, into my bathroom. I peed... and wiped, and then decided to remove my chain and hoops for now. I set them aside, and for a moment suspended, I just looked down at myself, between my legs, at my vagina. I felt right, the way I was supposed to be. Another beep from my Netdisplay broke my reverie. I flushed and pranced back out across the main living space of my room and into my walk-in closet. I needed to get dressed, and fast.
I pulled on a pair of bikini panties - they were a single shade of blue with little raised flowers patterned on them. I "snapped" them at my hips, and then shimmied into a pale blue sleeveless sheath dress while at the same time stepping into a pair of dark blue ballet flats. "OCD girl strikes again," I thought. I grabbed a black bead necklace and slung it over my head, around my neck, while heading for the door; then turned back at the last moment and went to my dressing table and quickly applied a touch of pale pink lipstick. I was out the door fifteen minutes past the time of my appointment with Brentwood.
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"You're late," Brentwood stated.
He was seated behind his desk with multiple Netdisplays arranged for his convenience. I could see images reflected onto the polished wooden surface.
"Be seated, Violet," he said, gesturing toward his couch.
I glanced at him, trying to read his expression, then settled myself lightly, where directed, assuming a demure posture. I leaned forward a little, waiting for him to continue.
"Our conversation will be brief. I am pressed for time now," he said.
He looked at me pointedly.
"I'm sorry," I said.
"First, I'm not sure what occurred publicly at Kitten last night, but requests to engage you specifically have been trickling in. You have been noticed. Your chance clients from last eve also left a rather large tip, significantly more than is customary. Good work. If things continue this way, you will see benefits."
He watched me.
"Next, you will have your tongue pierced. The procedure can be done at the girls' medical facility in your apartment building. A specialized laser is used - there will be little swelling and you will heal within a few days."
I started to ask why this was needed, opening my lips to speak, but then I changed my mind and nodded, "Yes Sir."
"The reason for this, beyond allure and ornamentation, will become clear in time," he said.
"Finally, you will accompany me to our Corporate Masquerade Celebration in late October. You may choose another girl to join us. I suggest that the pair of you plan something interesting to make it worth my time."
I tried again to read him, to see a little more of who he was beneath the veneer of Director, but he was a master of control, allowing one to see only what he chose to reveal, and nothing more.
"Yes Sir, I... we will," I said.
"You are dismissed," he said.
~~~
Upon returning to my apartment building, I stopped in the cafeteria to grab a bite to eat. I chose a steamed vegetable dish and a small but sinfully delicious cinnamon roll. Once finished, I proceeded back to my second floor room, thinking again of Tif. Of course, I would ask her to come to the Masquerade with me.
My plan was to do some Net shopping after checking my communications. I frowned slightly as I approached my room, seeing some sort of document size envelope resting on my receiving table. I lifted the envelope with my left hand and punched in door access keycodes with my right; then slipped into my room sideways and pulled the door closed behind me.
Once inside, I grabbed a nail file from my dressing table and then sat down in the chair before my Netdisplay. I used the file to slice open the envelope and then drew out its contents. It was a picture of a young man, somewhat zoomed in to show his face. The image was quite clear, but there was some sort of line running both vertically and horizontally through the center of the image. I studied the face, and then suddenly, I knew him! It was Jocel... Jos! There was no mistaking the blending of features which formed his vibrant handsome face... I turned the picture over, curious, to find printing there (in deliberately distorted block like characters):
"Your schedule is clear. Be in the storage warehouse at 1 AM, or else."
My heart sank as I realized what the picture presented - it was Jos, targeted in a sniper's scope. I knew that he would be engaged in intensive training for his role in special ops. It was likely someone there who was targeting him, "but why?" I thought.
For the remainder of the afternoon and early eve, I was unable to focus on much of anything. I felt somewhat like I was just going through motions. Concern for Jos consumed me. I could not allow anything to happen to him if it was in my power to prevent it.
There was an email from Tif,
' Hey Vi! You won't believe it but I'm tanning on a yacht in the Carribean. I'm with some hotshot CEO - he flew me here on his private jet. I knock him around a little, and let him lick my feet and fuck my brains out a few times a day. He's actually rather fun. I'll be back in a few days, with no tan lines! Um, are we... Do you...???
<3 Tif '
I typed a quick reply,
' Yes, don't give me a choice - can't wait for you to get back.
Yours, Violet '
Time passed.
At one point I ordered a titanium captive bead ring for my clit hood along with an assortment of colored beads. I also spent some time looking at tongue barbells, but did not order any yet. I would not really know the size I needed until I was pierced. I loved virtual shopping. I could spend hours changing colors and patterns and styles - creating virtual outfits before finally deciding on those I would actually buy.
I lay on my bed and dozed.
I paced.
When the appointed time drew near, I changed into a simple white babydoll nightie and matching panties, and slid a pair of celadon green slippers onto my feet. If anyone stopped me I would just say that I was not feeling quite right and that I was on my way to Medical, to see the night nurse.
Finally, it was after midnight, and time to go downstairs.
~~~
As I passed the darkened fitness center, I imagined ghosts emerging to use the machines while noone live was present to disturb them; cavorting and otherwise doing ghostly things. Soon enough I came to the service entrance to the storage warehouse, and stopped. I stood before the door, listening, gathering myself, then placed a hand to the door and pushed my way within. I could see some light a short distance away, and this became my destination.
"Of course," I thought as I approached, and saw the little group with its central figure. "Victoria."
"Well, well, the little slut came. Welcome to our pajama party. We're having it especially for you," Victoria cooed wickedly.
There were four of them: Victoria and her sidekicks, Chelsea and Melissa, and the nightshift security guard I disliked. He was the one I had encountered recently when Brentwood had summoned me to soothe the German. The girls were all half dressed in pajamas or lingerie. The guard still wore his uniform pants and boots but he had stripped down to just a t-shirt on his chest.
Victoria spoke to me again, her tone icy, "I own you now. You do what I tell you to, or I waggle my finger and your precious Jos is history. I've been here for four years - I have connections and influence beyond your simple little perceptions. You might think to go to Brentwood, and you might take me down, but it would not save Jos. Is the situation clear?"
I swallowed, my shoulders drooping a little. "Yes," I said.
"Good," she said. "You are going to be my little slave slut."
