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| Morning brought no relief to the worry in Nisida’s mind. At eight forty-five the morning crowd was leaving for work, the few stragglers would nurse their coffee till the last minute before dashing to their offices. She has been awake all night. Tossing and turning, contemplating the choices she had made…the choices she had been forced to make. Her brother Arbor had borrowed and then gambled away a large sum of money from Gregor Shehu the current “godfather” of the Albanian mob. When Gregor and his thugs had come to demand the money from her brother, she had stepped in and made a Faustian bargain. Shehu had been impressed with her book keeping skills. He had proposed that she take over the ledger account for several businesses that he had recently “invested” in. She would work on those books three days and week and two week ends a month. If at the end of the six months those businesses were turning a profit, Shehu would not only erase her brother’s debt but give her 15% of the profit margin from each business. Refusal of the bargain would have meant her brother death she was sure. On its surface it was not a bad deal. She had a chance to erase her families’ debt and to make a profit. But there was one final catch. She was never during the six months to wear clothes in Shehu’s presence. He did not care who else was there, as long as he was she was to be naked. And while he had sworn to protect her from unwanted advances, she was obligated to masturbate him when ever he choose and to masturbate for him whenever he asked. She had little choice but to accept the bargain and to seal the deal she had stripped, while Shehu, two of his men and her own brother had watched. That was yesterday morning. All afternoon her brother had voiced objection after objection. She had shut down all his pleas, there was no way out. She had made a deal, Shehu had made a deal. She was sure he would stick to it; he prided himself on being a “man of honor. She would not be raped; she would not be touched except under the guidelines of the deal. She would however be humiliated time and time again. Late yesterday afternoon, a man had entered the diner that she and her brother owned, and for which he had supposedly borrowed the money. She could tell he worked for Shehu the moment he walked in. he had that slick greasy look. He asked the waitress for Nisida and when she was pointed out to him he walked over. He was carrying a large box, which he placed on the counter in front of her. “Mr. Shehu sent this for you.” He said smiling then walked out. She took the box and retreated to the back office. Arbor tried to follow but she waved him off. Inside the office she locked the door and sat down behind the desk, the very desk Shehu had sat at that morning. Opening the box she found a London Fog rain coat and a folded note with her name on it. She opened the note and read: “My dear, my driver will be at your diner tomorrow morning at nine, please meet him at the back entrance, wearing this coat and only this coat. You shall be returned to the diner at little after six. You should be prepared to follow this pattern, each Monday, Wednesday and Thursday for the next six months, we will work out together your week end obligations. Yours Gregor” It was now Monday morning. She glanced at her watch. It was five to nine. She had forced Arbor to stay home, not wanting any trouble. Jennie the waitress would handle the diner till Arbor arrived at 930. She didn’t know yet what lie they would tell the staff concerning her absence she had not thought that far ahead. She went to the back office. Once inside she quickly stripped off her clothing and put on the raincoat. It was a little snug and it hung tight on her breast. From her office she could easily get out the back door with no one to see her. She darted across the hall and into the back ally. A red Porsche was waiting for. A man, younger then the men from yesterday popped opened the passenger door and motioned her silently inside. The silence lasted the half hour of the drive. They drove though the Pelham section of the Bronx where the diner was located and up the parkway to Westchester. Just past Yonkers in what she thought was Ardsley they turned off the parkway and three blocks later pulled in behind a large, but not ostentatious house. The driver pulled the car into an open garage. As she got out of the car, he closed the garage door. “Leave the coat on that hook.” He said pointing to a hook by the door to the house. She hesitated. Then took a deep breathe and opened the coat. The driver never said a word nor did he avert his gaze. This morning she has washed and groomed better then she felt she had ever had. She had shaved her armpits so smooth they felt like a babies. She had trimmed the stray hairs on her pussy and shaved it down to a single strip of hair just covering her pussy lips. She hung up the coat ran her hand though her hair and stood staring at the driver. “Are we going inside?” She asked after a minute. He came out of his trance and said. “You are. Right there.” He pointed to the door. She nodded and walked in. She entered a small laundry room and then proceeded down a small hall to the Kitchen. Shehu was seated at the Kitchen table, wearing a red bathrobe, drinking coffee and talking on his cell phone. He rose to greet her. “Hang on a second.” He said into the cell phone, and then he turned to Nisida. “Welcome my dear, welcome….pour yourself some coffee and follow me.” He pointed across the kitchen to a coffee pot. Nisida walked over, acutely aware of the slapping of her bare feet on the floor, aware of the heave of her breast as she walked, aware of the chill at the base of her spine as Shehu stared at her ass. She grabbed a cup from the counter poured coffee into, and then looked around for a moment. “Milk in the fridge.” Shehu yelled as if anticipating what she was looking for. She walked across the kitchen again. Took the milk from the fridge and then returned to the coffee counter. Shehu’s eyes followed her the whole time. The very act of pouring milk into her coffee was becoming because of her nudity because of her deal with Shehu, a sexual experience. “Leave the milk there and come with me.” Shehu said rising from the table. She followed him tough the dining room then into a large foyer in which the front door of the residence was visible. Shehu spoke with her and the person on the phone alternating his tone and the conversation. “I don’t care what he says I want that delivery.” He said into the phone. Then to her. “Bedrooms up stairs, if you ever need to rest for a few moments…one on the left at the top is for guest. This is the great hall, front door closets all that shit.” They stepped into a formal living room and then back into another smaller room. “Living room and my den.” He said to her. “Well fuck that I’ll blow his fucking head off.” To whoever was on the phone. On the other side of the den was a small hallway. “TV room on the right. Office on the left….bathroom to the back, there’s as shower in there you can use.” She thought that strange for a moment why would she need a shower. Then she remembered her deal as if it had been off her mind for a moment. She shuddered. Shehu stepped into the office. It was a large room with three desk and a conference table, several file cabinets and couch. He pointed to large drawn curtains to the side. “They open to the patio and pool, big high fences, lots of privacy. When the weather gets better in a few weeks we can open them you can work out there…use the pool if you want….” He turned back to the phone. “Look tell him he has three fucking days, that’s right three days…Good bye.” Closing the cell he motioned to the couch. “Sit Sit” He sat in a leather chair across from the couch. She sat making sure to stay at the edge of the couch. He frowned. “That will not do. Modesty is the trade off you made. Sit back.” She moved her ass back till it hit the edge of the couch. She kept her knees tight however. Shehu shook his head. “Make this tough and I will make this tough. Be nice and I will be nice.” He said nothing else for a moment, and then made a splitting motion with his hands. She forced her body to relax and spread her legs. “See.” He said. “Nice. Over on the far desk you’ll find the books from the six businesses that I want you to look at. Familiarize yourself with them this week, then next week when you are more comfortable we will set meetings with the owners. You’ll tell them what they need to do and supervisor their progress.” “Sir?” Nisida said shaking her head. “Do you think anyone will take me seriously, dressed…..undressed like this?” He smiled. “I will make them take you seriously.” Nisida didn’t want to know how he would do that. Instead she began to get up saying. “I’ll start on those books.” He was about to agree when his phone rang again. He motioned for her to sit. He held his conversation in tones so low that even though she was right across from him she was hard pressed to hear. After a moment he put his hand over the speaker portion of the phone and said to her. “Play with yourself.” The he went back to his conversation. Nisida sat stone cold for a long moment. Unable to even remember how to please herself. Shehu kept staring at her. This old man, over seventy with gray hair and wrinkled body kept staring at her. Nisida should have been disgusted but there was something hypnotic in his eyes. Nisida looked deep into them, behind the glistening blue she saw something evil and cold but then behind that she saw something else, Nisida was not sure what. Still it held her. Slowly her hand glided down between her legs. Nisida rubbed the very edge of her lips slowly. As she did she leaned further back on the couch and spread her legs wider. Her right hand went to her breast and she began to massage each of them in turn. Pushing and prodding on them for a moment then rubbing softly on her nipple. Her other hand wandered around the outer edge of her lips, using the flat of her hand Nisida rubbed it softly then slowly Nisida began to work her finger deeper and deeper in. Her clit began to swell as the moisture made each movement of her finger easier and easer. Nisida stopped rubbing her nipples and moved her right hand down between her legs to join the left. Nisida inserted her left index finger deep into her cunt while pulling her hood back with her right hand. All the while Shehu continue to talk on the phone. However he never broke eye contact with her. Each time the passion forced her to close her eyes Nisida would force them open and see him staring at her. Her legs were spread as wide as she could get them. Her middle finger joined the other in the exploration of the depth of her cunt. Her right hand continued to rub the outside edges. Both hands were soaked with her juice. Shehu hung up the phone and got up. For a second Nisida thought he was coming over to her. Nisida froze. “Keep going.” He said. Nisida did becoming more and more lost in her passion. Shehu walked over to a desk and push a button on an intercom. “Anton, Ali, Matt. Come in here.” He was calling other people? Nisida wanted to stop, she needed to stop. But she was too far gone into her self. Her fingers had a life of their own as they explored her deepest reaches. She was right on the verge. She had fought hard to hold back any noise not wishing to embarrass herself like that, now she could hold back no longer. Her panting came in deep rages breathes. “Ohhh. Mmmmm oh God.” Nisida moaned. Nisida prodded herself faster and more furiously. Moaning ever louder. Nisida almost did not even see the three men, one of whom had been with Shehu yesterday walk in. They glanced in her direction but gave their attention to their boss. As Nisida moved ever closer to climax, Shehu spoke to them. She heard little except Shehu say. “Have Elvis drive but he has to be back by five thirty.” Nisida realized Elvis was her driver. Not that it matter, not that the room had four men in it matter, not that anything matter but the rubbing and pushing. Her finger hit the base of her vagina once more and she let out a loud moan. “OHHH MY God…yes oh yesssssssss.” Her body became spasmodic and she lay exhausted. The room was silent for a moment. “Finished my dear?” Shehu said after a moment. Nisida pulled herself up a little on the couch and closed her legs. “Yes.” Nisida said softly. “I……” Nisida did not know what to add. The four men all had smiles on their face. “Come here.” Ordered Shehu. Nisida got up and walked across the room. The pussy juice began to drip down the sides of her thighs as she walked and there was the definitive smell of sex on her body. “This is Ali, Matt and Anton.” Shehu said pointing to the three men. “They work for me. You will see them often.” He did not add that they would see her as well. Nisida stood for a moment and nodded at the men. “Shake their hands my dear.” Shehu commanded. Nisida wiped her hands on her thighs and then reached out. Each man shook her hand. Each one meet her eyes. Each had seen her loss control. The pit of her stomach shook, her legs felt wobbly, and her mind raced. “Very well.” Said Shehu after she had shaken their hands. “You my dear have records to look at and you three have business to take care of.” The three men left the room all smiling at Nisida. “The books are over there.” Shehu said to her once more as he left the room. Then he turned back. “Oh please feel free to amuse yourself whenever you want, you need not wait for my requests.” He left the room. Why would she want to amuse herself, she wondered. What kind of slut did he think she was? Then she laughed. She was standing naked in his house. She had just masturbated for the amusement of him and his men. He knew what type of slut she was. Nisida sat behind the desk and began to look at the ledgers. As she did her hand wandered between her legs, Nisida felt the moisture still there and she began to rub. |
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