AUTHOR'S NOTE AND DISCLAIMER:
This story is a work of fiction containing adults in adult situations.
The persons depicted do not exist nor have they ever existed to the author's knowledge.
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Situations may be portrayed which may be considered in bad taste, or downright illegal in some places and therefore should not be attempted unless you are a story character and not a real human being. If this piece of fiction offends you in any way, stop reading it and go back to watching Big Bird on TV.
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The Wicked Doctor X
Jackie Tailor owns the store that I work in. It's an upscale ladies fashion store that specializes in making an otherwise plain looking woman into a vision of loveliness. My job is to photograph the ladies in the best lighting and backgrounds, and choose the clothing for the situation. Not to toot my own horn, but I'm good at it. It's kind of innovative, and to be honest a little silly, but it seems to be what the clients like. Plus it gives me a job, and it gets me laid about as often as I like. That's the part I like the most. I can pick and choose among the rich and influential as well as the downright beautiful.
Jackie owns three other stores like this one, so it's rare for her to come in and spend any real time here. Last week she came in, all pissy and grumpy, ragging on the entire staff for no real reason other than the fact that she could. She ripped on the stock girls and the cashiers, and then she ripped on the store manager in front of the whole staff, reducing her to tears. It wasn't pretty. She saved me for last and I was fairly certain it wasn't going to be a pleasant meeting
"You!" she barked, pointing a finger at me, "Into your office!" She said "office" as though it were some sort of evil thing to be avoided at all costs, almost spitting out the word. Things were going from bad to catastrophic in mere seconds. I expected to be unemployed by the end of this meeting. By this time I was pretty pissed off myself. Jackie didn't need to be such a bitch. The store was making money for her, and the staff was always pleasant to the customers whether they deserved it or not. There were no problems among the staff members since we all liked each other, so this tirade from Jackie was uncalled for. . It had been rumored that she would do this sort of thing about once a year or so. Pick on a store and replace its entire staff for no good reason after ripping everyone a new asshole. It was her one business flaw. That was the rumor.
I figured that if she was going to can my ass anyway I wasn't going out with my tail between my legs. I opened the door to my studio and held it for her with my head up and my fists clenched. Fight or die. I had nothing to loose at this point.
She closed the door behind us a little harder than was necessary and flipped the lock. There really wasn't a lock on the door; it just flipped a little sign that said "Photography in progress. Please do not enter."
Jackie plopped down on the divan I used for some of my photography work, and where I had screwed about thirty of her best clients.She let out a heavy sigh and stared at me as though I were some sort of disease-ridden rodent while I stood some ten feet away with my arms crossed, waiting for the attack.
"Collin, I get so sick of people lying to me. Will you please tell me the truth? Will you do that for me before I have to seek professional help?"
"I've never lied to you, Miss Tailor, you should know that by now."
"I have it on good authority that you have been using this office to fuck my customers. Don't deny it, Collin, unless you care to call several very upstanding ladies liars."
"I don't deny it," I answered. What the hell, I'd been ratted out by more of them than I figured and now I was going to loose my job for it. No use denying it. "In my defense, I don't initiate it. Not ever. I try to be professional at all times. Keep the customer happy, isn't that what you tell us? "
A smile began to wash over Jackie's face, softening the hard-edged look she'd been carrying since she came into the store an hour earlier. Although I didn't notice it right away, Jackie had begun to undo the buttons on the jacket she wore. She edged forward on the couch and slipped the jacket off, letting it drop to the floor next to her.
"Finally, a man who tells the truth," she said in a very sweet voice. I still wasn't convinced that she wasn't going to fire me. After all, I'm pretty sure orgasms weren't what she had in mind when she said to keep the customers happy. "I hear you're very good at what you do here. Sex as well as photography."
Now I watched as her delicate hands began to casually unzip the side fastenings of her pants. Rising off of the couch, she pushed the trousers to the floor and stepped out of them, her eyes never leaving mine.
"The thing is," she continued, " I have so little time for the fun things in life that sometimes the need for sex gets pushed down until it finally just explodes and I go a little crazy, like I did this morning. I don't mean to be such a raging cunt; I just need to get laid. That's where you come in, Collin."
By this time Jackie stood about three feet away from me dressed only in a lacey red bra and textured pantyhose, her long black hair pulled loose from the tight bun she wore and draped over her shoulders. Her steel gray eyes softened so that she no longer looked like the hell on wheels boss she had been only minutes before. She had transformed into an exotic vision of wanton lust.
