Claudia Learns the Game
Author's note
This is a stand alone story that can also be read as the 5th installment in the Claudia stories. Claudia is a recent college graduate working as a graphic artist for an advertising company. Mr. Franklin, a dashing entrepreneur and player in a mysterious underworld, purchases her contract for a few months. Sparks fly when they meet. Mr. Franklin pushes her dormant high sex drive to the limits and beyond.
The following parts can be found on my page: Part 1 Claudia is Overwhelmed, Part 2 Claudia Enters Mr. Franklin's World, Part 3 Claudia Explores the Club, and Part 4 Claudia's Interview
Claudia Learns the Game
"Where the hell could she be?" Mr. Franklin questioned the walls around him. He had just finished his debrief interview with Sam Smith. He expected Claudia to be somewhere on the 9th floor. The only way to access other floors was via the elevator, but for that she didn't have a key. He did tell her she could explore. The 9th floor was full of office suites. Half of them were occupied and fully secured. The other half were vacant and likely unlocked.
"You still can't find her?" Sam asked as he put his clipboard down and stepped out of the open door of his small office. Sam had observed Mr. Franklin's smooth strides transform into a more hurried pace. "Look, if you told her to explore she could be in any of those suites."
"I've been through all of them," Mr. Franklin responded. He looked down at his watch. It had been about forty minutes since he'd seen Claudia. His interview lasted twenty minutes and it had taken him the same amount of time to comb through the empty suites. "Sam, can you do some kind of subtle check with security downstairs?"
"You want me to put out a missing in action on her? You know what that entails don't you?" Sam asked as a puzzled look appeared on his face.
"I said a subtle check. That sounds more like a full blown alert," Mr. Franklin answered. He knew a missing in action report could go one of several ways depending on who found her. This was a highly secure building so anyone wandering around was seen as a potential spy or thief. An equally likely scenario is the person could be training to be a spy or a thief. If the one wandering was an attractive female there was the additional possibility they were sent out to explore the building as part of an elaborate sex game. This possibility had an additional dynamic with regard to the consent of the female involved. Some women wanted it to be known they were consenting, others preferred to consent without announcing yet, and less frequently consent was not given. The non-consent cases involved the female's host offering her up to be coerced without her knowledge.
"If you put out a missing in action report, security will have to alert the whole building. You know most of the bigger companies here have their own personnel. They will find her alright but they might think it is some kind of drill or sex game," Sam explained. "Doesn't one of your guys work the front door area?"
"They are all downstairs in the Arena viewing room. You just interviewed them," Mr. Franklin explained. "I have more guys downtown I could send for but that will take time."
"I will help you," Sam reassured Mr. Franklin. "I just need to send off this scorecard to the game master. The dvd and binder need to go to the other team," he explained. Sam continued rambling about needing to preserve his integrity as a game official.
Mr. Franklin was going to have much to explain to Claudia. He had just picked up her contract for several months after having spent half of a year getting to know her over Zoom. Remote contact was the only option as the country was in the throes of a pandemic that was just starting to taper off.
Mr. Franklin represented a variety of business interests. Several of the firms he worked with had used the advertising and marketing firm Claudia had worked for since graduating college two years prior.
Claudia was a whiz at graphic design. Mr. Franklin recognized her talent for stunning motifs and her striking use of color parallelism. He saw she had a knack for combining stout wire framing with an aggressive, yet refined, use of white space in her designs.
Now with the purchase of her contract finalized, they finally met in person. That was the night before last. Claudia arrived at what appeared to be a discreet upscale restaurant that was open despite pandemic induced restrictions. The address Mr. Franklin sent led Claudia to an unmarked door. Upon meeting face-to-face, their mutual attraction, kept under wraps for months over Zoom, turned into a volcanic release of sexual energy.
Claudia made the first move putting Mr. Franklin's finger in her mouth. They fucked in the private room of the restaurant. Claudia, in her mid-twenties, was turned on by Mr. Franklin's controlling nature. Mr. Franklin being ten years older than Claudia was happy to use his commanding and dominant nature to awaken her dominant high sex drive. Claudia eagerly let him know that wanted to prove she was more mature than her age. She was thrilled when he made her obey.
The combination of Claudia's black lipstick and bra got Mr. Franklin's imagination rolling. He revved up the sexual atmosphere by creating a controlled encounter with staff members of the establishment. This first occurred in the private room of the restaurant. Mr. Franklin enlisted the help of a waiter and security officer. Claudia responded by relinquishing control. This sent Mr. Franklin into overdrive. He threw caution to the wind and decided to make Claudia the center of a sex game.
The game started when Mr. Franklin took Claudia to the Arena. He led her into the darkness where he, the waiter, and 4 security officers rammed their menacing cocks into each of her holes.
However, unbeknownst to Claudia, the sexual ball of energy really had been released by something that happened in between these two encounters. Something had set the wild game into motion.
Claudia had been innocently giving Mr. Franklin head before entering the Arena. Mr. Franklin's phone rang and he showed the caller the silver dollar sized circle on Claudia's collarbone. The gauntlet of a challenge had been thrown down there and then. A challenge that was to be decided via a highly charged sex game. With a single button press Mr. Franklin pushed out an alert on his phone. Composed long ago, the message alerted his team it was time to assemble in the Arena.
The place Claudia and Mr. Franklin met was much more than a discreet restaurant. It was a highly secure fourteen story downtown commercial building. Most of it was office space but floor A was the Arena. That is where Claudia experienced what was seemingly an impromptu gangbang. Afterwards, she and the other participants were put through a series of brief individual interviews on floor 9. Each of them had to put five foam pads on the skin of one of their arms. Wires ran from the sensitive pads to digital display meters. After her interview, Mr. Franklin told Claudia she was free to explore while she waited for him to finish his interview.
Claudia was now missing. Leary of the untold consequences of entering some rooms, Mr. Franklin was getting anxious after completing an unfruitful solo search of the floor's empty office suites. Sam hustled down to the first floor and returned ten minutes later.
"Alright, I got something to go on," Sam said after slapping the side of Mr. Franklin's shoulder.
"Well, what did you figure out?" Mr. Franklin asked. "Look, I know this might border on affecting the game a little so I appreciate your help."
"Affecting the game a little," Sam pondered. "It could alter everything. I don't know why you let her wander off."
"She touched the circle so I had to green light the notion of exploring," Mr. Franklin revealed. He touched his hand to his collarbone to emphasize the motion Claudia had made.
"The game is fine then. All is good. The game's timeline might need to be adjusted, but you don't have to be overly worried," Sam remarked. He noticed a concerned look on Mr. Franklin's face. "So you really click with Claudia don't you?"
