The Professor: The Finale
Recap: Molly has approached her former professor on whom she has a deep crush. They exchange stories to explore their fantasies and philosophies as he attempts to rein in her emotions (Days 1 through 10). After their week together, they continued to write and exchange stories (See Molly's Story 1 through 9 and Stephen's Story 1 through 6). The episode below is the 26
th
and last installment of this saga. Molly and Stephen hope you have enjoyed it.
Stephen and Molly settled down to a glass of wine after dinner. "I'm going to have to leave you."
"No, not yet. I've been enjoying your company all summer. Stay longer."
"You know I can't. You have the school year ahead of you. You have no time for me. But I will let you tell me one more story."
The Hostage
Dorothy was a very attractive 43-year old, never married, though she longed to be. She had had a number of relationships, but none of them seemed to stick. Currently she was in a two-year drought, and her job was making it worse. Four years ago, she was laid off from a good job and had to scramble for something else. Desperate after more than six months and watching her bank account shrink, she had taken the only full-time work available, as a clerk in a lingerie shop. This was not a high-end boutique, but a marginally seedy store that sold sexy outfits in the front and videotapes and sex toys in the back. She was overqualified and the owner recognized that right away. Within a short time, she had been promoted to assistant manager and effectively ran the store when the owner was not present. Unfortunately, it was losing money and the owner had decided to declare bankruptcy. Thus it was that on a Monday morning Dorothy and Penny, a part-timer from the local community college, were conducting inventory to prepare for the liquidation sale the following weekend. Every item had to be recorded and the prices marked down. Meanwhile the days of employment were also counting down.
When Dorothy took the job, she had never before seen most of the toys and paraphernalia it stocked. She learned about it through discreet questions and internet searches. As she discovered bondage and bondage gear, she felt a thrill and wanted to explore it. One evening she purchased a set of handcuffs with fleece lining. She was at the beginning of a relationship and had slept with this boyfriend only once. The following Sunday he had come over for dinner. As the evening progressed, she brought out the cuffs and suggested trying something a little more adventurous. He freaked out and left. She never heard from him again.
It took more than a year before she reached that point in a new relationship and had the nerve to try again. She had met Stan in a bar, and then had gone on a few dates with him. He seemed pretty nice and into some thrills, so, Dorothy thought he might be less reluctant to try some mildly kinky sex. Stan liked the idea. In fact, he liked it too much. After she had allowed him to handcuff her over a table, he improvised a gag and blindfold. Teasing led to spanking and more, and soon she was frightened for her life. It took a lot of dodging and muffled screams and protests before he understood that she had had enough.
Stan was her last relationship. Dorothy decided that a dominant man who was also caring may not exist.
That afternoon a black van sped away from the bank. Dan and Pete might have gotten more money, but by being less greedy, they had a big enough lead on the police that they felt confident of their escape. They drove several blocks away into a parking garage that was usually quiet this time of day and where they had disabled the security cameras the evening before. Leaving the stolen van on the second floor, they grabbed the bag of money and headed to the stairs. If they found the getaway vehicle, the police would think they had changed vehicles and driven away. What they needed to do now was bide their time for a couple of hours until everything calmed down and then make a quiet exit.
The ground floor of the garage had the back doors to several businesses. Dan knew that one of them opened into a bakery that was closed on Mondays. That would be a safe place to hang out and maybe they would even have something to eat. From the foot of the stairs they walked to the near wall and began to count the unlabeled doors. "Two . . . three . . . this one must be it." Pete pulled out his tools and began to work on the lock.
"Someone's coming, Dan warned."
Pete got the door open just in time and they slipped into a back office just before the footsteps rounded the corner. It was small, with a desk and two file cabinets, but the light was on. They were just settling down when the door from the shop opened and a woman walked in. Dan grabbed her and pointed the gun in her face. "Mouth shut." When she froze, he motioned her against the wall. This woman was older, perhaps forty. Her blond hair was tied into a loose ponytail.
"Is there anyone else in there?" he whispered. She was too frightened to speak, but her hesitation told them she was not alone.
"Sit here and keep quiet," Pete said with a low voice and pointed to a spot against the wall. He left Dan with them and carefully entered the store.
Ten minutes later, he came back pushing a second woman ahead of him. She was handcuffed. Pete had smile on his face. "This isn't the bakery. It's a sex shop." He turned to the first clerk who had blundered in. "What's your name?"
"Dorothy."
"And hers?" he gestured toward the younger woman.
"Penny."
"OK, Dorothy, and Penny. Glad to meet you." From his pocket he produced another pair of handcuffs from the store and placed them on Dorothy. "Sorry about this. Make yourselves comfortable. We will only inconvenience you a little while."
"Oh, come on. Really?" Molly exploded.
"What?" Stephen asked.
"Two guys stumble into a sex shop where they are forced to kill time with a couple of beautiful hostages? How contrived is that?"
"Well . . ."
"You and your endless male fantasies."
"But . . ."
"I suppose now you will put the women into all kinds of fetish outfits and try on bondage gear."
"Well . . ."
"Oh, I know. It turns out there are several other women in the store - a whole cheerleader squad comes in. They then can use stocks and cages and a whole dungeon of restraints," Molly said mockingly.
"Now that's . . ."
"Why don't you have Dorothy pull out a gun from the office desk and turn the tables. She and Penny put the bank robbers in bondage."
"I suppose . . ."
