This is just one chapter in a longer story. For character background and storylines, please check out earlier chapters. I hope you enjoy.
Paula Thornton had another miserable weekend. Her mind continued to swirl, mix and churn with the plethora of emotions that endlessly bombarded her. She drove home from work that Friday evening exhausted, both from the emotional rollercoaster she had been on as well as from the sexual encounter she had with her boss that morning. Guilt, shame, humiliation, embarrassment, anger, resentment and disgust continued to wear on her nerves.
She could not comprehend how all of this had happened to her. Monday morning she had felt so free, weightless, when she had quit her job. She thought she had placed all of this unpleasantness behind her. She had resolved to get her life back.
Now, she had fallen to depths of depravity she never would have believed that she could have achieved. She prayed again all weekend. 'Please God. Save me. Save me from that devil and myself.'
'Save me from myself,' she begged. That was the other emotion Paula was having a very difficult time understanding. All of those filthy, dirty things Mark did to her and made her do to him got her more excited than she had ever been in her life.
Her orgasms had been more intense than any she had felt with George. Each one with Mark was better than the last. She thought about all of those perverted things they had done and it made her wet. The guilt she felt was becoming easier to take after each meeting with Mark.
She had tried to make love with George on Saturday morning but faked an orgasm for the first time. She secretly wished George would lick her or take her in the ways like Mark had done. Paula lied to George about why her vagina was clean shaven, that her doctor had suggested it because of some discomfort she was feeling. She even masturbated in the shower trying to relieve her tension.
All the while, she secretly desired more from that other man. She had always been repulsed by what he made her do for him, at first. He took her to places within her soul that she did not know existed and she constantly battled against accepting her inner desires and willingly going farther with him. With him, it wasn't 'making love,' it was raw sex. Raw, dirty, hot sex, and she was beginning to LOVE it.
Paula provoked an argument with Emily when she asked to go to the shopping mall with her mom. How could she have her daughter with her when she went into that sleazy shop as Mark had ordered? Her sweet baby girl could not be with her when she bought those slutty bras and panties. You could barely call them panties. The sheer thongs and g-string looked sinful and obscene as Paula looked at herself in the dressing room mirror. The bras were see-through, barely able to contain her large breasts.
'I look like a whore,' she thought as she stared at her reflection. She tried on the stockings that Mark had wanted. The silky material hugged her legs, stopping mid thigh. No, her sweet baby girl could not be with her when she bought those items, not as she surrendered more and more, becoming that man's slut.
Mark Sawyer's weekend was not much better. He was conflicted. Mr. Davis and the other corporate bosses were looking for answers as to why the Indiana office wasn't more profitable. They were expecting to see some results from his efforts. At the same time, work was not really on his mind. He was becoming more and more addicted to his encounters with Paula.
He couldn't really call it a relationship. He was using her, pure and simple, at least in the beginning. Now, he needed what she brought out in him. He loved the power he had over her and was drawn to Paula's sensuality. It wasn't love he felt for her. It was lust, pure animal lust and it was intoxicating.
He spent his work days thinking about Paula. Not the task at hand, but dreaming about what he wanted to do to her and how much he could humiliate her. He absolutely LOVED humiliating her. Maybe a therapist would say that it was his way of getting back at Cheryl for humiliating him. Who knows? More importantly, who cares?
Maybe this is who he really was inside. Friday morning with Paula, when he fucked her for the first time, was the most intense orgasm of his life. The thought of having to end it all because she was a thief who stole the money from his company, was hard for Mark to accept. Surely he was smart enough to figure something out. Hell, he was an MBA from one of the finest colleges in the nation.
There must be a way to give those corporate boys what they wanted while not losing this new sexual relationship. Better even than with Cheryl. Best because he was able to be himself, even though he really wasn't sure who that was. He was exploring desires he didn't even know he had. Their relationship was an awakening for both Mark and Paula. 'I'll have to work on this a bit,' he thought to himself. Smiling to himself, 'Maybe next week.'
Paula got to work early Monday morning. She could not bring herself to dress the way her boss had ordered to at home for fear that George would notice. So, Paula hid her new lingerie deep in her purse and hurried into the restroom at the office. There, she moved into a stall and locked the door, unbuttoned her blouse and removed her plain brassier. She held up the new, flimsy sheer white garment and stared at it.
'Almost nothing,' she thought.
She slowly put it on, the material barely enough to cover her nipples and certainly not enough support for the weight of her large breasts. She quickly buttoned her blouse back up, slipped off her heels, reached under her skirt and pulled down her panties.
She picked up the thin white thong and cringed. She carefully slipped one foot then the other into the tiny garment and slid it up her legs. The back settled between the cheeks of her buttocks and the front snug against her cleanly shaved vagina. Her labia pouted against the sheer material.
Paula reached for and began sliding on the stockings. So shear and silky on her skin, she slipped her heels back on, adjusted her skirt and snuck her old bra and panty back into her purse.
Exiting the stall, she stood before the mirror. Her eyes scanned her reflection and Paula realized that Mark was right. No one would be able to tell how she was dressed beneath her blouse and skirt. A quick sense of relief was followed by anxiety as she wondered how today would go.
'What will he make me do today?' she thought. 'Please God. Save me.'
Paula walked to her cubicle, sat down behind her desk and began to work. She dove into her work, just as she had the previous week, pouring over her accounts and numbers. It was 11:10 when Paula first looked up at the clock. She then turned towards Mark's office door. It was still closed.
