The first thing she noticed as she hesitantly made her way down the flight of stairs was that he was not only gone but much of the furniture had been moved some missing altogether. The long leather couch had been repositioned to the center of the room along with the Persian rug but the coffee table, side tables, lamps and several other items had vanished. The living room resembled a stage of sorts. She shuddered at the implications but quickened her pace.
George was nowhere in sight. She secretly hoped that he had done the honorable thing and left but she couldn't recall hearing the front door open and close.
Suddenly she heard a sound and he emerged from the recreation room on the west side of the house back out of sight of the foot of the staircase. She jumped in surprise. He was carrying a handful of CDs.
He held up his hand as she stood at the last step his gaze sweeping the length of her body from head to toe encased in the handpicked clothing that emphasized her many charms.
"Damm you're a site Helen! " he said panting.
He noticed her glance at the CDs. He held them up. "Nice selection! I like a little background music to lighten the mood. Know what I mean?"
She had no clue and remained silent.
"I have to tell you Helen," he began "You spoiled the moment somewhat. I wanted to watch you make an appropriate entrance," he added smugly.
He grinned at the anger she desperately tried to conceal but couldn't. "I hope you don't play poker Helen!" he said with a big smile.
"Now be a big girl and head back up to the top of the stairs," he commanded enjoying the power he held over her.
As she turned he delivered a hard slap to her skirt-covered ass WHACK!!! The viciousness caused to lose her balance. She managed to grab the hand railing at the last moment to avoid falling.
"OUCHHH!!!" she yelled in a combination of anger and pain quickly turning to face him her hand raised to strike back.
The anger on George's face overshadowed her own which quickly turned to fear. She lowered her hand.
"Listen to me carefully Helen," he began, "everything you do in the next few hours is for me. The next time you do anything without checking with me first that slap will seem like nothing. Are we clear?"
She quickly nodded.
"You displease me and it will not be pretty. Now get that luscious ass of yours to the top of the stairs and make your way down slowly. Make it the sexiest walk you ever made," he warned.
She glanced furtively behind her prepared for another blow as she moved to the top of the stairs the pain in her right buttock causing her to wince with each step. George lay back comfortably on the full length leather sofa so he could watch her every move.
She closed her eyes at the top of the stairs and remembered a moment way back when she and Tom had first bought the extravagant home. It had been their second or third night in the home. Tom had been watching some sporting event after full days of unpacking when a deliberate cough from her had drawn his attention. He had searched for the sound turned and looked to the top of the same stairs to see his wife barely concealed in a charcoal see through negligee frilled with a skirt that barely covered her buttocks. She had sexually strolled down each step, swinging her full hips and buttocks in counter-rhythm to her shoulders which caused an unending swaying of her hips followed by her full breasts complete with a smile reminiscent of Marilyn Monroe. By the time she reached the bottom her nipples were rock hard and the juncture between her legs was wet and ready. He had stared into her eyes inches from her, mouth open, sweat beading his forehead. They had broken the spell moments later throwing themselves at each other ripping and tearing at their clothes before ravishing each other until they fell asleep in each other's arms on the Persian rug that same rug that lay before the couch her disgusting visitor sprawled across. Thankfully George hadn't found that negligee.
She gritted her teeth forced herself to smile and focused on a shadowed corner beyond the couch. She regretted the loss of a cherished memory that would never be the same. She took the first step rolling her hips to her left followed by her shoulders to the left then the right side by the time she had taken two more steps the sexual wave of her body was in full swing her breasts threatening to pull free of the delicate bra as gravity pulled them sideways left and right.
George blew out a wolf whistle as she reached the halfway point. "Fuck me! " he repeated again and again.
Finally she reached the foot of the stairs the swaying slowed then came to an end. She shifted her shoulders urgently to reposition her breasts.
George moved off the couch moving to meet her at the bottom of the stairs stopping just inches away.
Oh my God! Oh my God! This is it! She thought uncertain what he was going to do. She kept her arms and her side having learned that lesson from previous collection agents as loan shark clients liked to be called. He stared unnervingly at her while she avoided his gaze looking instead at the floor.
George reached into his pocket and pulled out a crumpled dollar bill. He held it up with one hand grasped the center edge of her bra, pulling it forward and thrusting the bill into her cleavage. She finally raised her head appalled!
He moved back a foot appraising her while holding one finger to his lips in the shhhh position. She fought to contain her emotions feeling the papery bill sandwiched between her breasts.
"You ever been to a strip club Helen?"
Before she could answer he said, "that's rhetorical Helen as I'm sure a smart lady like you knows," he added with a veiled threat not to interrupt him.
"They like them relatively young you know eighteen to early twenties but me I like them a little older with a few miles on them particularly the ones with the real bodies. No artificial bull shit just real tits, real asses and the looks to match. I gotta tell you Helen you got it all. You should think about it as a potential career change. You'd be a real hit!"
Suddenly he burst out laughing watching her face contort with another emotional struggle. Taunting her was becoming second nature to him and he was enjoying it tremendously.
"You want to hurt me don't you Helen?"
She waited refusing to answer.
"You can answer that one. Go ahead."
She shook her head. Experience with the collection agents had taught her to keep her opinion to herself even though she was sometimes unable to keep quiet. She recalled one collection agent, a small black man with a fixation for her tits, who taught her that every time she opened her mouth to complain her mouth would be stuffed with his cock. She learned that lesson quickly although it had taken three times.
"Then I assume you want to please me?"
She reluctantly nodded knowing she had no choice.
He smiled broadly.
"Exactly what I thought. Now give me a big ole sexy kiss to prove it."
He moved in close his hands coming up holding her face and pulling her to him. She didn't try to stop him. He had to lean forward to account for the obstacle of his oversized beer-belly. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth. George pressed his lips against hers, his tongue dueling with her tongue as he kissed her deeply. A minute passed. He slowly eased away breathing hard; his face flushed. None of the other collection agents had wanted to kiss her on the mouth!
I hope you have a heart attack you disgusting pig! She thought.
"Jesus that was nice! " he exclaimed thinking of all the things that kiss had inspired.
Take your time Georgey he told himself fighting the urge to rip her clothes off, throw her to the floor and fuck her senseless.
She saw the demon battling for control in his eyes and was really afraid for the first time. She had endured a lot already from the other collection agents but knew that their base desires ruled their behavior. She had managed to keep some small sense of herself but George Baker was another matter altogether. Even though it had been unpleasant she had successfully manipulated most of the others managing to reduce the time they spent with her. She hoped she could do the same with George but she was uncertain knowing that both lust and vengeance played equally with him.
George broke her concentration by saying, "Alright Helen let's get down to it," he said placing his hand on her back and quickly sliding it down to her ass directing her forward.
She let out a squeaking sound as if she had been goosed and scooted forward her heels catching on the Persian rug. She nearly fell but regained her balance at the last second.
"That won't do," he said, "We can't have you falling and hurting yourself Helen. That would spoil everything," he said with a leer.
"Roll up the rug and put it aside for now."
She was going to ask him for help but the way he sat back on the couch let her know he was more interested in watching her do it. His eyes followed her as she bent down in her tight clothing squatting before rolling the rug up. Her skirt rode up and her breasts threatened to pop out as she leaned forward. She managed to roll it to the side of the room with one hand adjusting her clothes eventually leaving the hardwood floor bare in front of the couch. She stood up panting from the exertion smoothing down her skirt and again shuffling her shoulders to comfortably resettle her breasts. She flicked a stray strand of her shoulder length auburn hair curling it behind her ear.
"Damm Helen! You're one sexy bitch!" he said spreading his thick thighs so that she could see how she had already affected him.
Oh my Lord!!! She thought fearfully glancing at the enormous bulge. Her eyes grew large. His pants had been unable to contain the length which had travelled down one of his pant legs.
George followed her gaze and laughed hysterically.
She wondered if someone could die laughing. I can only hope she thought.
He finally calmed and wiped tears from his eyes until her expression set him off a second time. I wonder how much she could take in that beautiful mouth! He thought watching her open-mouthed expression.
When he recovered he got up off the couch with some difficulty and quickly moved to the in-wall stereo system on the opposite side of the room where he had placed the CDs he had earlier collected. He searched through them and found the one he was looking for, "Tush" by ZZ Top perfect he thought! He set it to loop taking the remote with him.
He returned to the couch settling at the edge of the center. "Now Helen we're going to relive that Xmas party but with a completely different ending."
He explained to her what he wanted her to do. She had expected something like that and was not too surprised. George was a little disappointed having anticipated a bigger reaction. He shrugged before aiming the remote at the stereo.
"You ready Helen!"
