This had to work. For what he paid, it better! The money wasn't the issue... it was having had to fuck that old crone that was the worst. He still shuddered at the memory. Thank God for the man who invented the condom! The only way he'd been able to get it up and keep it up was to fantasize about LaRain... but then the old crone had actually seemed to enjoy it and the sound of her crackled old voice attempting a moan had almost shriveled him up to nothing. He shuddered again and reached down to his crotch to make sure everything was still there.
He knew he was ugly. That much was a given. Truth was, the old crone was actually only the third woman he'd fucked in his twenty-six years... and calling her a woman was a stretch. By the time he was twenty he'd lost most of his hair. On some men, bald was a good thing; on Dennis it was hideous. No hair, pale lifeless brown eyes, small frame holding together one hundred and thirty pounds of skin and very little muscle...and he didn't know one person who would say that at least he had a great personality. He truly doubted there was a woman who would find him attractive in the least....especially LaRain.
Her friends called her Rain or Rainy. He knew he would never be a member of that select group. That did not mean, however, that he wouldn't get her alone and call her anything he felt like. She was the sole reason he had made that trip to the see the old crone.
She was beautiful. No, she was more than that. She was the most gorgeous woman he had ever set his eyes on. Every man in the office fantasized about her and he would bet money that even half the women did, too. Tall and slender, but not skinny... big rounded tits she liked to show off by wearing low cut tops...tits he wanted to touch. And her ass! Lord! What he wouldn't give to get his hands on that big ass!
Smiling to himself, he looked at the plain brown bag he was carrying. Yep! Wouldn't be long and he'd have her doing everything he wanted! He felt his cock getting hard, thinking about the things she was going to do.
They'd go back to her apartment. He'd heard all the rumors about her place: the big bed, the mirrors, the sunken tub. His little two room flat just wouldn't do for what he had in mind. Besides, he was sure someone as sexy as LaRain had some nice little 'outfits' she could model for him and he planned on seeing her in most of them. Mostly, he planned on seeing her out of them!
Yes, indeedy, he couldn't wait! The old crone told him it would take effect within a half hour. That meant going back to the office and waiting it out for another three and a half hours... then pay dirt! LaRain would be his! For four full hours of bliss!
Standing outside the office building, he looked down at himself. There was no way he could go in with his cock sticking out like that!
His memory immediately flashed back to that day just a month ago when he'd allowed himself to fantasize about LaRain while at work, feeling secure in his cubby in the back corner away from everyone else... He'd had her bent over his desk with that fantastic ass in the air, his cock pounding into her wet and ready pussy while she moaned and called out his name, his hands squeezing those big round tits.... Then he heard Ben calling out his name to see if he was still there. His cock had been about ready to blow a load... and he'd had to shove it back in his pants and pretend he hadn't been doing anything. He was pretty sure Ben suspected something, what with his breathing all messed up and finding it hard to talk and all, but nothing had been said about it. As soon as Ben had left, he shoved his waste basket under his desk and finished himself off.
He needed to make his hard on go away. He could slip into the alley, between some parked cars, but he didn't want to 'waste' any of it. It was all going to be for LaRain. The only thing to do was think about something else... and the worst thing he could think of was the old crone.
At least she hadn't demanded any foreplay. He hadn't had to kiss her. He had, however, had to look at her naked body. Not that she'd had much on when he'd arrived, just some thin flimsy muumuu thing... but at least it had hidden all the wrinkles and the folds of skin that were hanging off her thin body. Her tits hung down to the middle of her belly, flat against her body except for the nipples that seemed to jut out just above her navel on either side. She'd taken a condom and a tube of lube from a drawer, jumped up on the table and while he was trying to make himself hard enough to get the rubber on, she spread her legs and squirted some of the lube on the ugliest shriveled up pussy he had ever seen.
Gagging at the memory, he held back the bile in his throat that was threatening to rise, and walked inside the building. Nodding his head, he walked past Lou, the security guard. Then he greeted Sharise, the receptionist, as he passed on his way to the bank of elevators. Up to the fifth floor, where rows of cubbies awaited anyone stepping out of the elevator. Turning to the right, he followed a narrow hall, passed the conference rooms, and entered the 'Land of LaRain'.
Her office was the first one beyond the conference rooms. As he walked by, he could see her inside. She was sitting at her desk, leaning back in her chair, legs crossed at the knees. Her dark hair was down, flowing over her shoulders. She was wearing a narrow brown skirt that reached just above her knees and hugged tight to her ass, a creamy colored blouse thing that buttoned up the front to a point between those great tits that were swelling out in the open neckline, and a pair of brown heels. All that he had noticed this morning when she walked in, no need to stand and gawk outside her office now. Oh, how he was going to enjoy watching her take those clothes off!
Passing her office, he made another right and entered another area populated by rows of cubbies. His was third row over, last cubby on the left. His own private sanctuary. Sitting down, knowing no one would be around, he took the contents from the bag.
A cookie. A large chocolate chip cookie. Or so it would appear. The old crone assured him that all he had to do was get her to eat it and within a half hour she'd be under his total control for four full hours. She'd have to willingly do anything and everything he told her. He just had to say the word 'cookie' to her as soon as she took the first bite and make sure she looked at him as he said it. LaRain loved chocolate chip cookies!
He settled back in his chair and looked over some reports that needed to be proofed before going out, hoping the time would fly. It didn't. Every time he looked at his watch, only ten minutes had passed.
Usually content to sit in the privacy of his cubicle the entire day and proof the reports that were placed on his desk every morning, he hoped no one was paying attention to the fact that he was getting up every half hour and walking to the front of the room to see if she was still there. Then finally... the clock read four-thirty.
All the reports were finished. He carried them and the bag containing the cookie with him when he left his cubicle for the day. The reports were placed in the appropriate mail slots, then he took the bag to LaRain's office.
Having studied her routine since first seeing her a year ago, he was not surprised to see her sitting at her desk playing solitaire on the computer. Every day between four-thirty and four-forty-five, she would play that stupid computer game as a way to relax before going home. Then for the last fifteen minutes, as she waited for everyone else to trickle out, she would surf the net...one time he was sure he'd seen a porn site on her monitor as he passed.
"Miss Bardeux," he said from the doorway.
She looked at him, but he knew she didn't see him. No one ever did. He was just the body that occupied the unused section of cubbies and made sure everyone's reports were grammatically correct and free of spelling errors. They all depended on him, but none of them knew who he was.
"Dennis Ryan," he said, introducing himself. "Proof."
"Of course! What can I do for you Mr. Ryan?"
He smiled, thinking to himself that was a very appropriate question.
"Actually, I was wondering if you might want this," he offered her the bag. "I bought more than I can eat. Chocolate chip cookie?"
