One More Whore Wife Pt 09 10

Chapter 9

Lewis: We let Deanna go as the sun was setting on Sunday evening. I was exhausted but Rodney wanted to go get some dinner and discuss the next step in Deanna's development.

"I'm not sure she's ready for clients, even the cherry-busters I usually use for new whore wives," Rodney said over the rib-eyes and baked potatoes at the best steakhouse in town. "We might want to go another week and weekend with her just to make sure."

I was ready to make some money. "What could a client do to her that we didn't do this weekend?"

"I'm not worried about client demands -- that will be cake for her," Rodney said. "The problem is letting her get treated too gently before she's fully broken. It can really set back all the progress we made these past few days."

"We could put her out for a night in the middle of the week, then give her the same treatment next weekend."

"No, it will take all week for the whip-marks to go away, and my cherry-busters prefer weekends for breaking in a new bitch. Keep to the same schedule this week as before and I'll let my guys know we have some fresh meat available on Saturday night."

"Will they just take her for the night?"

"Yeah, I like to get them back fast so we can make sure nothing goes wrong," Rodney said as he motioned for the waiter. "Let's get out of here, I need some sleep."

Deanna: I stumbled into the apartment around ten and was not surprised to find Ted waiting for me in the living room. I was so exhausted I knew I couldn't even talk to him. I was relieved to find him almost asleep on the couch. Then I noticed the bottle on the coffee table.

"You even talk to your friend about the key?" Ted asked.

"You're drunk, Ted," I said as I walked toward the bedroom. "I'm going to bed."

"Did you even ask him?" Ted was slurring his words.

I turned to him at the bedroom door and lifted my blouse to show him my battered breasts.

"It didn't come up."

"Why are you letting him do this to you, Deanna? Why are you letting him do this to us?"

"I can only answer for myself, Ted. I can't answer for you."

"Then tell me your answer for yourself. Why?"

I paused and looked at the bottle. I walked to the kitchen and grabbed a glass, and then I poured myself a stiff drink. My throat was sore from all the screaming I'd done over the past two days and nights but the burn felt good and the warmth spread quickly as I finished the cheap whiskey in a few gulps.

"Because he wants me to do this and I want to please him," I said as the whiskey began to take its toll on my ability to speak. "He told me what he wants me to be for him and even though it scares the shit out of me, I want to be his whore."

Ted looked stricken, even through his drunken fog.

"He's going to be your pimp?"

"That's exactly right."

"Why are you letting him do that to you?" Ted asked in the most annoying tone.

"Because that's what he wants me to be!" I said. "Now shut up and let me go to bed." I went into the bedroom and locked the door.

Chapter 10

Lewis: Deanna and I got back to our weekday routine at work and at my place every other night. She was completely submissive both at work and in the sack, which I loved. I was fucking her cunt less and her ass more, almost exclusively. I'm pretty sure she still didn't care for ass-fucking but I truly didn't give a shit. For the first time in my life, I lived as I pleased with no regard for her needs, wants or desires. I couldn't believe how good it felt.

Word must have been getting around the office because I was getting all kinds of looks from everybody. The other managers weren't making eye contact with me at all and the other guys in the department, all white, were giving me a pretty wide berth as well. The women, however, were all over me. I couldn't believe it. We have a young staff, mostly high school drop-outs who can't do any better than a phone-drone in a call center. The managers are no better -- mostly they got promoted by drinking (or sleeping) with the right people. So when I started being treated like a rock-star by the females on the floor, I wondered what the word was around the water cooler. I finally found myself alone in the elevator with Erika, the hottest chick in the department outside of Deanna.

"Why the sudden interest in my social life, girl?" I asked her in the elevator on the way to lunch. She'd asked me for the third time in a week what I did over the weekend, a decided departure from our conversation in months past.

"Just heard you're suddenly seeing someone in the office on the sly," she said with a sarcastic tone. "Is it true?"

"What if it is? What's it to you?"

"I just never thought of you as a player," she said.

Now you have to understand that if anyone in the office was a player, it was Erika. She's from Southern California, grew up rich but flunked out of three colleges, but she has the attitude that comes with Daddy's money, great looks, store-bought boobs, and a killer body. Everyone on the floor hated her guts because she made no effort to hide what a stuck-up bitch she was. And we were all astounded when she came back from her honeymoon and went right back to working the phones. I would have bet money that she wouldn't put out for any guy that wasn't raking in the cash, never mind marry one who couldn't take her away from all this.

"So what makes you think I'm a player?" I asked.

"Word has it she's married."

"And that makes me a player?"

"Word also has it she's a manager." Erika gave me an evil smile and tossed her hair like she was throwing down.

"You can't believe everything you hear, Erika," I said as I exited the elevator and headed for the lobby.

Deanna: Lewis kept fucking me in my office and fucking me all night when I stayed over, but he was only fucking my ass now. I protested every time he pulled out of my pussy and jammed his thick black cock deep into my dark passage, but the truth is I was really beginning to enjoy it. The discomfort became more tolerable but never really went away completely. The little attention my pussy got before he moved on only reinforced the reality that I was his fuck-toy, willing to do whatever pleased him without regard for my enjoyment. I was really getting into it.

When he came in my ass for the third time Wednesday night he whispered to me that Saturday was going to be my first night with one of Rodney's clients. I was not unhappy to hear that but it did make me a little nervous.

"What if he doesn't like me? What if I do something wrong?"

Lewis stroked my hair with a gentle touch I was not used to from him.

"You'll be fine. One look at you and he will be thrilled beyond words."

"I'm spending the night with him?"

"Yes, but just one night," Lewis said. "We want you spending Sunday night at your home as usual."

"Why is that?" I asked. "Why do you want me to sleep at my apartment at all?" I was truly curious. "And why does Ted have to stay locked up?"

Lewis kept stroking my hair. "He doesn't have to stay in that cage; a sturdy pair of pliers is all he needs to cut that lock off if he really wanted out."

"So clearly he doesn't want out, right?"

"I'm afraid so," Lewis said. "I didn't believe it either when Rodney laid out the plan for me, but he said he's seen it dozens of times."

"That's so sad," I said.

"Saddest thing in the world, Deanna," Lewis said. "Saddest thing in the world."