Bonnie
"Do you think she's really ready for this?" I asked.
"Definitely. I want to take her to the next level." Michael replied.
I looked down at the tablet. On the screen, the woman in the bath was surrounded by a sea of bubbles.
"I'm not sure." I countered.
"She may need a little bit of persuasion but I'm pretty certain you're capable of that."
I looked back down at the screen and said to myself more than Michael.
"Yes, I certainly am."
Steve
I sat at my desk. I felt exhausted. The latest merger I'd been working on had been dragging on for weeks, and the paperwork was immense. We'd finally had a breakthrough, and now
it looked like it was coming to a conclusion with the legal team giving it the final once over.
I buzzed Melanie. There was a mountain of photocopying to be done which had to be taken down to legal. I looked at my watch, nearly 6 o'clock. I'd phoned Lou earlier to let her know
I'd be working late, it was the umpteenth night in a row and I think she was getting pretty sick of
being left alone.
Melanie entered the office and I instructed her what to do. Despite our first encounter with Michael calling the shots, I hadn't taken advantage of her or abused my position since. Christ knows it was hard though, what with Lou becoming a Jekell and Hyde character - ice queen most of the time and nymphomaniac for the other. Melanie didn't help matters either. Her attire was outrageously inappropriate a lot of the time. For instance today she wore a low cut white buttoned short sleeve blouse, but with a black skirt that looked like it had been sprayed on.
Involuntarily my eyes followed every movement she made, as her ass cheeks swayed erotically from side to side as she moved. It was hypnotic to the point of sexual harassment.
On another occasion, when she'd worn a skirt that barely covered her knickers and revealed tantalising flashes of her underwear every time she stood up or sat down, I have to confess to nipping off into the toilets for a crafty wank. She'd become a dangerous fantasy, but I refused to cheat on Louise, aside of course for that first time when I'd been forced into it by Michael.
Mel picked up the last folders bundling them in front of her.
"Are you sure there isn't anything else I can do for you Sir?"
Of course there is. You can strip off naked, bend over so I can stick my dick in your sweet, sweet pussy and milk me until I cum. I thought.
I'd fantasised about Mel in any number of sordid situations, and it was only the workload and Lou's oddly timed outrageous sexual encounters that had stopped me turning them into reality. I was sure that what Michael had said was true. She would literally do anything I wanted. No matter how perverted.
As I watched her perfect ass shimmy out of the door in the skin tight skirt, my phone buzzed. It was Lou. The message simply read:
'Going out - don't wait up.'
Great.
At least I didn't have to feel so guilty about working late...
A couple of hours later I was leaving the office, as I reached the lift Mel appeared. She had her coat on.
"I've finished the copying Sir and was just leaving."
I'd told her she didn't have to call me 'Sir' when Michael wasn't around but she always did.
"That's good news Mel, sorry to keep you so late these past few nights."
She smiled at me and said it wasn't a problem.
The lift pinged and the doors opened.
I let her enter first. That ass. Oh that ass.
She pressed the ground floor button.
We stood in an awkwardish silence. I recalled a fantasy I'd had about fucking her in the lift, and this seemed to stifle my conversation. Perhaps I was worried she could read my mind.
In desperation I blurted. "Can I offer you a ride anywhere?"
"I'm going to see my friends in a bar."
"Oh OK."
"It's on the other side of the city, but if you're heading that way..."
"Yes that'd be my pleasure." I said.
Secretly I didn't care if was out of my way. Lou was out, and having this minx in my car, mmmm, more fantasies.
I punched the button for lower ground and we made our way across the car park to my car.
Mel climbed in and smoothed her skirt down her legs.
"It's very kind of you sir."
I guiltily thought of Lou the other week after we'd fucked in the cinema toilets. She'd reached across and unzipped my trousers as we'd drove home, then leisurely masturbated me until I came all over my trousers, and how Mel could repeat the performance.
"What are you thinking about Sir?"
"Oh erm nothing."
Mel directed me to the bar area where she wanted to be dropped off and reluctantly I watched her get out and walk across the road.
I really needed to have a drink and wank when I got home.
Louise
I lay in the bath gently rubbing my pussy. There was a lot of bubbles so if Michael was watching he wouldn't see anything. It had been two weeks since Michael's last anal fuck challenge. I idly wondered when the next one would come, or even if it would. Then as if my mind had been read I heard the familiar ringtone on my phone from the next room.
Fuck
Was he doing this because he was watching me in the bath and wanted to see me get out? Or was it a genuine challenge.
Secretly I was quite thrilled. Although I hated Michael for what he'd done, and wanted his cameras and him out of our lives, the last couple of challenges had turned out to be rather exciting.
"Sod you Michael - I'm in the bath, as you well know." I flicked the V's up. "You can just bloody wait."
I waited for the response and the phone to go again. It stayed quiet.
Twenty minutes later I stepped out of the bath as the suds were dissipating, hastily wrapping the towel around me.
I wasn't sure why I was so prudish about him seeing me naked, since he'd seen a lot more than me being starkers, but I still was. I grabbed my phone and checked the message.
'Your challenge this time, is to make out with a woman tonight.'
"Oh right," I said aloud. "Just go out and snog another woman. You're joking!"
The phone buzzed. 'No, I don't joke.'
"I'm not going to do it. Who am I going to find?"
The phone buzzed again. 'You will go out and meet Bonnie at the King's Arms pub at 9 PM. Bonnie will help you in this challenge. Steve will be working late. You must under no circumstances tell Steve that you are meeting Bonnie.'
I read the message twice.
"And what if I say No?" I said looking up to camera in the burglar alarm sensor.
Buzz. 'You cannot say no.'
"Oh yeah watch me."
Buzz. A picture flashed up on the phone. Oh fuck, it was woman and a horse and they were doing something that you usually only found happening in Greek myths.
Buzz. Another picture, no, the same picture but this one had my head photoshopped expertly over the woman's.
Buzz. Now a facebook picture, my facebook home with that picture on.
I quickly closed it down and opened facebook. It was OK. Shit that was just a picture of what my facebook would look like with that image on...
Buzz 'Seen enough.'
"I hate you." I spat. "It seems yet again I don't have a choice do I?"
I checked the phone all the texts had vanished.
I lay on the bed in my towel. What was Michael trying to achieve putting me (and Steve) through these challenges? What was his motive? How was I ever going to stop him?
After this one was over, I was going to have to confront him or do something. When he phoned the landline during the dinner party the other week my mobile was next to the landline phone and I'd secretly pressed voice record. I don't think he'd seen me do it - he was too busy getting me to lift my dress and show my knickers. I'd checked the recording after, it wasn't great, my voice was captured but his was barely discernible For now though it was all I had, and tonight I had to submit and do as he said. I didn't know if he could access my facebook account, but judging by what else he could do, he probably could, and if anything like those images turned up I'd be mortified.
I'd arranged to meet my friend from the dinner party - Sarah, so for now I put tonight's challenge out of my mind, and concentrated on getting ready to go out, ensuring I put my knickers and bra on under the cover of the towel.
Ha fuck you Michael you perv. Go get your sick thrills elsewhere.
Lunch with Sarah was a relaxed affair and I didn't get back till late afternoon. I then spent a ridiculous amount of time planning what to wear to the challenge. Part of me thought it didn't matter. Perhaps I should go for the stereotypical lesbian look? Nah, as apprehensive as I was about having to kiss another woman not to mention downright scared, I was determined that I wanted to look good myself.
After much deliberation I chose cut off denim shorts, and a baggy, long sleeved, off the shoulder, cream chiffon blouse, and some kitten heel sock boots to complete the ensemble. I checked myself in the mirror and wolf whistled. Looking pretty fine Lou. If I was a woman, erm which I was, then I would fancy me. If that makes sense.
The phone rang again, it was Steve calling to say he'd be late in the office again. "Are you having an affair or something?" I joked since he'd been late virtually every night this week.
"Of course not." He snapped.
"I was only messing." I replied.
"Sorry love, it's this contract - it's nearly finished and I just want it over, it's stressing me out."
"OK don't worry. I'll see you later... bye, love you."
I didn't tell him I was going out in case he started asking questions. I'd text him later to let him know.
As usual when faced with one of Michael's challenges I sat nervously around the house waiting anxiously for the time to come. Flicking through the TV channels didn't hold my attention for long and killing time before going out was unbearable.
Eventually the time came to meet up with Bonnie. I was intrigued by this lady. Was she a co-conspirator colluding with Michael? Was she even the mastermind behind these challenges? How much did she know? Too many questions - perhaps tonight though, I could find some answers.
I texted Steve to let him know I was going out and took the tube into the city and found the pub. It was a Friday night and the bar was heaving. I'd become increasingly nervous. Kissing a woman... that's not something I've even fantasised about doing, but thinking about it logically and realistically it probably wouldn't be too bad. Would it? I was about to go to the bar when I noticed Bonnie walking towards me with two drinks in her hands. Just as she reached me, a table next to us became vacant. Bonnie caught me by the elbow and led us to it where we both sat down. She placed the drink, a bottle of WKD in front of me. She was very petite and her eyes and expression didn't give anything away about how she was feeling. She smiled enigmatically at me.
"Michael is very impressed with how you performed in the last challenges."
"Really?" I said, my voice slightly incredulous. Well that answered my question about how much she knew.
"Yes, he thinks you and your husband will go far in this company." Her English was fluent but still had an oriental twang to it.
She reached forward taking my hand and ran her finger down it in an odd gesture.
It tickled me slightly. Was she trying to seduce me? Was she the one I was supposed to kiss?
"Take a drink." she said.
I did so, taking a large gulp of the blue liquid.
"What does Michael think he's doing setting these challenges? Do you watch the videos? Are you spying on me in my home, too?" I quizzed, bombarding her with questions.
She took my hand again, this time running her finger down it and along my forearm.
It tickled some more.
She moved her other hand but my focus was drawn to her finger on my arm.
"Please don't ask too many questions," she soothed.
"Her finger moved up my arm."
I took another drink from the bottle.
