"Huh? What?" I shook my head trying to clear the cobwebs from my brain.
The last thing I kind of remember was my co-worker Cheryl showing me her new Paraiba Topaz pendant. She held it in her palm at first, then let it fall and dangle by the chain from her middle finger. The pendant was strangely beautiful and ornate. It wasn't really shiny but it gave off some sort of glow... aura... something that kept me from looking elsewhere. Certainly the gem was totally entrancing.
"...Three!" I heard the voice calling me from a distance. "Jerrod!"
"Huh? What?" My eyes popped open. I was still sitting in one of Cheryl's office chairs in front of her desk. She was seated behind her desk; her hands clasped together in front; her piecing blue eyes looked directly at me.
"Is there anything else?" Cheryl asked. "Sorry, I don't mean to slough you off. I need to get back to this report."
"I guess not." I answered, second guessing myself. I stood up and walked back to my office thinking. "Didn't Cheryl call me to her office? I don't remember having to talk to her about anything."
Cheryl and I both worked in a small satellite office for Brookes and Associates Accounting. Since there were only two of us, we worked in one of those shared executive office facilities with a number of similar businesses. Cheryl was the CPA and I did all the secretarial, filing and menial work. While we did have separate office spaces, mine was significantly smaller and crammed with filing cabinets and boxes.
Cheryl Stone. She stood five foot - nine inch tall without heels. The British beauty was buxom, blond and blue-eyed. Always dressed for success but most of the times, seduction. At least from what I observed. From the files I dealt with afterwards, I'd say 90% of the clients were rich, good looking guys. Her tops always seemed to accentuate her bosom and deep cleavage while her hem line was a shorter than most would think as a normal, acceptable business length.
She did anything she needed to keep her accounts some of the top of the company. One particular example was when she was meeting with Bob Johnston, a tall, handsome looking gentleman with an extremely impressive financial portfolio. I'd say worth over seven figures from the contracts I've seen.
Cheryl called me to bring in some of the standard contracts for him to sign. I found the two of them in the large, private, shared office board room. Bob's silk, Hermes tie was a bit crooked while Cheryl's clothes and hair were a bit dishevled. I noted a ladder in the knees of her stockings. On her cheek was a streak of wet and white. The same white blob was in her hair. "This is what you asked for, Cheryl. Anything else?"
She nodded a dismissive "No" so I dropped the papers and left.
Anyways, this evening while on the way home, for some reason I had the urge... no urgency to get some pierced ears. I walked to a store that advertised piercings and got it done. A short but sharp pain as the needle poke the holes in my right then left ear lobe. I selected some masculine looking studs.
Next day at the office, Cheryl commented how nice they looked and asked me into her office. She held out her hand and a blue gemmed pendant dangled from her middle finger. But it was as if it were the first time I had seen it. I seemed to be frozen in place and only able to stare at the swaying pendulum. I could hear Cheryl say something but in my mind it only sounded like murmurings.
Over the next couple of weeks, I found myself doing more and more stuff for her that Cheryl would normally need to do for herself. While sometimes I did question why I was doing these tasks, I did them gladly and without objection craving Cheryl's praise when completed.
"Bing!" An IM from Cheryl. "Can you come to my office please?"
I scurried over and knocked on her open door. "Yes? You wanted to see me?"
"Close the door and sit down." She told me. As soon as I did, she held out her hand and held the dangling bobble in front of my eyes.
By this time, the murmurs were clearer in my mind; although I couldn't really comprehend them, I felt compelled to obey them.
"Jerrod... Listen carefully." The voice finally said. "Each time you hear the word 'contract' you will become more and more sexually aroused. You will not be able to resist being more and more sexually aroused with each time you hear the word 'contract'. Each time you hear the word 'contract' your sexual arousal will double. You may not perform any action to reduce this sensaton. Once you are at your apartment, you may masturbate however no matter how much you masturbate you will be unable to orgasm or ejaculate. Do you understand?"
I felt my head nod up and down.
"Jerrod!" The voice said sharply and then repeated. "Jerrod!"
I shook my head awake. " Wha... aaa... Cheryl!"
"Did you hear me?" Cheryl was behind her desk looking at me. "Contract. I asked if you could bring me the Faraday contract."
Immediately, I felt a small tingling in my groin. Slightly embarrassed, I stumbled. "Er... yeah. I'll get it right away."
