The next working day was coming to a close for Laurel as she brushed a few wisps of stray blonde hair from her face. Most of her long locks were tied back in a pony tail as per company rules. Concentrating on work was useless. Her thoughts were in total distraction from the events of the previous night. No memories lay buried out of harms reach, locked within her subconscious this time, although she wished they were. Every moment of her incredulous internet sex session was forefront in her mind. And with a man she had instantly disliked, then despised, but ultimately, willingly obeyed. Reggie, she now knew to be the Black Diamond, had not only reprogrammed her computer, but her very life in the process. She was scared like no other time in her twenty one years of life! The way she behaved yesterday was just not like her. That wasn't the way she was raised. What if she couldn't change back? Even more frightening, what if she discovered she really didn't want to? Just thinking about the details of the last evening made her feel wet down there! Thankfully none of the men on her shift acted any differently towards her which gave at least some hope her latest display of depravity would slide past unscathed. As soon as I get home, she swore, I'm smashing that computer before I change my mind, so afraid she was of heading down a path of no return. Laurel was never one to swear or think bad of others, but under her breath more than once she muttered "God Damn that Dildock Virus!" She felt she desperately needed a shower as if a thorough cleansing her skin could do the same for the filth within.
About five minutes left before the end of shift, her eyes caught the old repair technician Frank tucked away in a corner just leaning against the wall. Arms folded, he made no attempt to hide the fact he was just staring at her. And was that a smug grin on his face or not? She couldn't tell for sure, but Laurel tried not to look obvious in her discovery and made a point to pretend he wasn't there. The man was a creep. With his heavy eastern European accent he was sometimes hard to understand. Frank must be somewhere in his sixties she thought, swarthy complexioned, and tall and lean for his age. His greasy almost black hair was always combed back. His piercing deep set eyes looked lecherous when he peered down over his hawk shaped nose, and he always appeared to sport a couple days growth of stubble no matter what day you saw him.
Laurel always tried to wear baggy, unflattering work clothes as she never wanted to be seen as anything but a co-worker to the rest of her shift workers, but Frank saw her through different eyes. That Laurel bitch, she can't fool me! Now there's a real fucking sexy woman there! Any excuse he had to follow behind her up as flight of stairs, he would keep close, just a few steps back so as to be eye level with her wonderful ass. As he watched it move, he would sniff the air behind her like a horny dog. He kept to himself which was best because his mind was forever obsessing about sex. He knew without a doubt he would fuck anything with a pussy given the chance, and had a past to prove it. He usually paid for sex, but now and then when he did find someone he could manipulate into fucking him, no affection or care was given. ...Why? They were just meat after all. He knew only lust and a selfish need to get himself off. Other than that he really had no use for relationships, especially those with women. And now, looking at Laurel, he was imagining her naked body with those shapely curves, tits he wanted to squeeze and suck, and a plump ass and young pussy he would devour before ultimately fucking without mercy.
Every woman he had ever used eventually came around to worshipping his magnificent cock, or so he believed. After all, they always wound up begging for it, even the ones that were frightened, unwilling or cried out in pain as he took them. Each and every fucking one! At his age, Frank's libido certainly hadn't slowed down, in fact, it had only gotten worse. And that did not bode well for Laurel.
The buzzer sounded, calling an end to the day for her shift and as the rest of the workers filed out, Laurel quickly went about her task of doing final checks on the line and completing her report. It did not go past her notice that Frank was still there, still waiting. Finally finished, she hurried to the common locker area acting as if she was in a hurry and had no time to talk to anyone. Collecting her gear from her locker, she noticed the flashing missed call indicator on her cell phone in its clip holder attached to her purse strap. Checking the number, it was as she thought, her mother hadn't heard from her and was checking up. She knew she should have gotten in touch yesterday, but obviously, things got away on her. She promised herself she'd call as soon as she got home and grabbed her purse. Deep in her thoughts as she left the locker area, the sound of Franks voice behind her made her jump.
"Before you leave Miss Haines, there is something important I have to show you." His dialect was heavy, but still capable of being understood.
"Oh! Hi Frank. Sorry, but I'm running a little late and can just catch my bus if I hurry, so perhaps..."
"Miss Haines" he interrupted. "You must see this problem tonight before it affects your whole production line tomorrow. It is important ... come see."
What could Laurel do? Being relatively new to the company and to her position as production line specialist, if the mechanic says she should look at something... "Oh, ok. What is it you need me to look at?"
Turning, he said "Follow me." She couldn't see his smirk as he walked ahead with every expectation she would be following. The situation didn't feel right in the first place and it wasn't long before she realized they weren't headed back to the line area, but off to somewhere else on another level of the building. Frank must have sensed her unease because he spoke just before she was about to question him on their destination. "The piece is in my office. We go there."
Their path followed a twisted trail through the old Spanner factory, heading down one flight of stairs and then down another. She had already thought the building ready for the wrecking ball, but it started to take on an even more dim, dingy and eerie feel with each step. Hoping for the best, she did not want to even imagine what might be the real reason for this. Surely... He finally stopped at a solid unmarked wooden door and nodded. "Here" He deftly selected a key from many chained to his belt and drove it into the lock.
As the door opened, he flicked a light switch and a dim overhead incandescent bathed the room in the glow of soft yellow light. The pronounced click the door made as he closed it behind them seemed ominous. How could he call this an office Laurel thought as she peered around? "You can hang your purse up on that." Frank said gesturing to a hook near the door. "The cleaners haven't been in for a while and I wouldn't want it getting dirty on the floor." Dirty? Thought Laurel, it was clear no leaning staff had stepped inside these walls for over a decade! Everything looked like a picture from another time. To the right an unlit florescent lamp hung low over a large stout wooden worktable with tools lining the pegboard at its back. Directly ahead was a good sized metal desk with a couple of chairs around it, barren except for a table lamp and a laptop computer. Off to the side, beside an open but totally dark room with who know what inside was someone's discarded sofa, oversized with dirty worn cushions. Looking further around the dingy room, she noticed odd machine parts of various sizes lining the walls between scattered metal cabinets in random fashion. And everywhere there was possible space on the walls, yellowed pin up girls cut out from old and forgotten newspapers and magazines were pasted or taped. It was a world of Frank's creation and as long as he had the uncanny ability to keep every old relic of machinery running on with hardly any investment, his eccentricity and exclusive domain over his quarters was overlooked by management. Besides, every now and then as he needed to work through the wee hours so that production could carry on without delay, a couch in one's workspace certainly was understandable.
"Sit down" Frank gestured to the chair in front of the desk where the laptop lay open. "I want to show you a real problem." His concern seemed staged and his quick words spoken with a heavier accent than usual hinted of suppressed excitement. This can't be good she thought. As Laurel sat down, he stood uncomfortably close behind and proceeded to insert a writable DVD into the pc's drive. Closing the tray shut, the computer began to whirl and click as it loaded the data, and he carried on with his narration. "The other day as I was on the internet I saw something interesting, very interesting, but I was too late to catch it all. So the next day I hoped it would be back and I would be ready to record it if it did."
If Laurel was concerned before, she was heart racing panic now. Instantly she focused on every word, every nuance of just what he was telling her, hoping against hope that this was going to go in another direction other than she feared. Had he seen???
"Yes ...very interesting..." he murmured just as the disk finished loading and a video player popped up. Within two seconds, Laurels world fell from under her as the web cam capture of last night came up on the screen sharp in detail and very well lit. And he had caught it all! There she was sexily swaying to a driving beat dressed in her tank top and cut off jeans. All too well she knew what was going to happen next and quickly reached for the mouse to stop any further display. But Frank's hand was quicker and prevented her by placing his hand over hers. "Wait!" He said. She sat still, frozen like a waxen figure. A slight trembling caused by her pounding heart the only sign of life. He leaned in even closer over her shoulder, near enough she could feel his warm breath puffing on the hairs of her neck. His next words were slow, deliberate and practically whispered in her ear. "It gets better."
