Dime Package
Annabeth Diaz let herself into the house and she dropped the keys on the counter. A long day, she told herself. It had been a very long day.
She opened the fridge and she peered inside. It wasn’t like she didn’t know what was there. It was just that she was hoping that she was wrong. She was hoping that something else might magically appear.
It didn’t. With another sigh, she took the bottle from the fridge. Something might not have magically appeared in her fridge but she would have been very surprised if this wasn’t there. She removed the cork from the bottle and she poured herself a glass of wine and then she put the bottle back in the fridge.
“I thought I heard someone out here.”
Annabeth looked up to see the blond standing there in the doorway. There was no denying that the blond was hot. She had big breasts and wide hips and blue eyes and thick lips. “I didn’t know you were there,” she said.
“Really? Where else did you think I’d be?” the blond said.
Annabeth just shrugged. “I don’t know. I guess I just didn’t think you’d be here.”
The blond stared at the blond. Seconds passed and still the two women looked at one another until finally Annabeth grinned. “So did you see her?”
The blond smiled back. “What do you think?”
“I think you saw her,” Annabeth said.
“And?”
“I saw her.”
“And?”
“And you were right. She’s hot.”
“Do you think she’s worthy?”
“I don’t know about that,” the blond said. “I only saw her for a few moments. I don’t really have that much to go on.”
“Hmm. Then it sounds like you haven’t really seen her at all.”
“Sounds like you think I should take a second look.”
“I think maybe you should.”
Gillian Hamar couldn’t help but look harried as she waited tables at Le Cafe. She’d been waiting tables for two years now, she thought, and she should be able to handle something like this but she looked harried nonetheless.
They were short two girls. Jenny Eckstein was sick. They’d known she probably wouldn’t be in because she’d been sick the day before and from what the manager had said, he didn’t think that it was likely she’d make it in tonight. He’d said he was going to call a few people to see if they could come in and help out but if he’d made those calls, they hadn’t panned out because Jenny Eckstein wasn’t here and neither was her replacement.
But they could have handled that. It happened and when you were down a girl, everyone else just picked up the slack. It happened.
But then Cora Brantley had just up and missed her shift and suddenly, all hell was breaking loose. Suddenly, it was just Gillian and one other girl who were left to cover the tables that were usually manned by four girls and yeah, she was a little harried.
“You look a bit rushed,” said the blond at Table Four.
Gillian topped off the girl’s coffee. “We’re short a couple of girls,” she said.
“That sucks.”
“Yeah, it does, but you know what? It comes with the territory so you won’t hear me complain.”
“That’s a good attitude.”
“Yeah, thanks. Is there anything else I can get for you? Can I warm up your coffee for you.”
“Just the check,” the blond said.
“Coming right up,” Gillian said. She was back a few moments later with the check in hand. “Sorry about the confusion in here,” she said. “It’s been really hectic in here.”
“Hey, don’t worry about it,” the blond said. “You don’t have to apologize to me.”
Gillian nodded gratefully and then she quickly moved off to handle another customer.
The blond put her credit card down and then she finished her coffee. By the time she’d finished her coffee, her credit card was back with the chit for her to sign. The blond looked at the bill, signed the voucher and then pulled some bills from her purse for the tip. She always left cash for the tip and besides, in this case, she was leaving something else as well.
Gillian picked up the cash a few minutes later and the busty redhead was almost about to shove it in her pocket when she felt something else tucked in amongst the bills.
She peeled the bills back to find a business card lying there. “We have a business proposition for someone of your special talents. If you’re interested, please give us a call.” There was a number and nothing else. Gillian almost discarded the card except that there was something about it. It looked expensive and in spite of herself, she was curious about just what the card was offering and just what it was that the blond thought were her special talents.
Of course, with the restaurant as busy as it was, she didn’t have time for much of anything else. She just tucked the card in her pocket and she went on about her business.
It wasn’t until the end of the day when Gillian was wearily emptying her pockets that she came across the card again. Once again, she almost threw the card away but once more, she held on to it. She just couldn’t help but wonder what the card meant by her special talents so she tucked the card in with her tip money and she left the restaurant.
She didn’t do anything the next day with the card but it was the day after that when she came across it once more. She looked at the card and she wondered. Just what had the blond meant by those words. What did she mean by her special talents?
She picked up her cell phone and she dialed the number on the card.
“Hello?” a woman’s voice answered.
“This is Gillian Hamar,” Gillian said and then she thought maybe the voice on the other end of the line didn’t know who she was. “I was the waitress at Le Cafe.”
“I know who you are.”
The redhead wondered just how it was that the voice on the other end of the line knew who she was but there was still that other question that needed answering even more. “You left this card for me,” she said. “I was ... I was wondering why?”
“We should meet.”
That was hardly the response that the redhead had expected. “Can’t you tell me over the phone?” she asked.
“’Fraid not.”
“Why not?”
“I just can’t but I can tell you this. If you come meet me, I can make it worth your while.”
There was something about this, something that Gillian didn’t like and yet she was even more curious as to just what these special talents of hers were supposed to be? “Where do you want to meet?”
“They have a nice restaurant at the Ritz. We could meet there for lunch.”
The Ritz?! That place was ... it was expensive. It was more than Gillian could afford though. “I don’t think I should—”
“I’d buy, of course,” the voice on the other end of the line said almost as if she were reading Gillian’s mind.
Was she that easy, Gillian wondered. Was it that easy to lure her out with just a fancy lunch?
No, it wasn’t the lunch. It was more than that. It was that hidden something. It was that promise of revealing her special talents. It was that and more.
“Well?”
“I’ll meet you.”
“Excellent. How about tomorrow at noon.”
Tomorrow. She’d had things that she’d wanted to do but they weren’t things that couldn’t be moved around. “I’ll be there,” she said.
“Good. I’ll see you then.”
“I’ll see you then,” Gillian agreed.
The next day came quickly enough and Gillian found herself standing in front of her closet wondering just what it was she should wear to her appointment at the Ritz. The Ritz was an expensive place. You couldn’t go there looking like you’d just walked in off the street and yet that was exactly what she was about to do.
It was only lunch, she told herself. It wasn’t anything formal. It was only lunch.
Yeah, but she wanted to make a good impression.
Damn it. What should she wear?
She finally chose a brown dress. She hoped it wasn’t a completely stupid choice but at the very least, she liked it and besides, it went well with her auburn colored hair.
She arrived in the lobby a few minutes before twelve but the customer that she’d waited on wasn’t there. She waited some more and still her host hadn’t arrived.
It was a little past noon and she went to the restaurant. “I’m Gillian Hamar,” she said to the man at the front desk. “I was supposed to meet a party here,” she began.
“Ah yes, Ms. Hamar. Ms. Kumme is waiting for you inside.”
“She is?”
“Yes, of course. If you’d follow me.”
Gillian followed the man into the restaurant and to the table where the blond was waiting for her. “I see you’ve made it here at last,” the blond said. “I’m Tiffany Kumme.”
“I was waiting outside.”
“Oh my,” the blond said. “That was my fault, but sometimes, it can be so hard to get a table that I decided to get one while I could. I hope you weren’t waiting long.”
Gillian shook her head. “Not long,” she said.
“Good. I’m glad. The food is very good here. Have you been here before?”
Gillian shook her head. Not with prices like these, she thought. Geez.
“Let’s order,” the blond said, “and then we can talk.”
“All right.”
The blond called the waiter over and the two women ordered their meals and when they were done, the blond leaned back, she took a drink from her water and she looked across the table at Gillian Hamar. “I’ll bet you’re dying to ask me why I asked you here,” she said with a twinkle in her eye.
Gillian took a drink from her water. “The thought had crossed my mind,” she said.
The blond took another drink from her water. “It was actually my partner who saw you first. Her name is Annabeth Diaz but she’s the one who pointed you out to me. She said I should take a look. She said I should see if I liked what I saw.”
Gillian took a drink from her water. She still had no idea what the other woman was talking about but she was dying to find out.
“To tell the truth,” the blond said, “if Annabeth was willing to sign off on you, I had a pretty good idea I was going to like you, too.”
Gillian nodded.
“My partner and I are in the service industry,” the blond said, “and for a while now, we’ve been looking to add a partner, someone who has the right set of qualities and let me tell you, our criteria are quite demanding. I will tell you right now that there are plenty of qualified applicants who in one way or another have fallen short of the mark.”
Again, Gillian nodded.
“You are the first applicant that Annabeth and I have found that we’d feel qualified taking to the next round.”
“But I haven’t applied for anything.”
“Not formally you haven’t, but then this isn’t the sort of position we’d be advertising for in the newspaper.”
“I don’t understand.”
“Anyone who’d be actively pursuing our position is most likely a person we wouldn’t want to have in this position.”
“I still don’t understand.”
“No, you don’t but you will.”
What the hell was that supposed to mean?
“Oh look. Our food is here.”
Their food was here, Gillian thought but why did have the feeling that that was more of an excuse to talk about something else rather than to talk about what she really wanted to know.
They talked about all sorts of things over lunch but every time Gillian seemed tried to bring it back to the subject of the supposed job, Tiffany seemed to drag the conversation off in a different direction.
They’d reached the end of their meal and finally the check had come. Gillian noted with satisfaction that Tiffany wasn’t stingy with the tip. Being someone who worked for tips, she appreciated that. “I’ll bet you’re wondering what it is Annabeth and I are thinking of offering you,” Tiffany finally said.
At last, Gillian thought. She was already starting to think that she was going to say no anyway because if someone couldn’t be trusted to come to the point, then why would she want to work with them, but at least now, it seemed as if she was finally going to find out what she was going to be saying no to. “I had begun to wonder,” she said.
“I know you had,” Tiffany said, “and I have to apologize for that but I had to give the drug time to take effect.”
“The what?”
“The drug. It was in your water when you arrived. I suppose you must have noticed that you couldn’t stop drinking it.”
She had downed the water rather quickly. She’d thought nothing of it at the time but now, now, it seemed obvious. “What did you do to me?” Gillian asked in a panicky voice.
“I’d keep your voice down if I were you because by now, you are quite addicted but I have the antidote if you’d like it.”
“Yes, please. Give me the antidote.”
The blond just smiled. “Now you have to realize it’s not going to be as easy as that to get it. You’re going to have to earn it.”
Gillian could feel herself trembling with anger. The strange thing was she didn’t even question what she’d been told. She just knew it was right. She just knew she’d been drugged and now that she thought about it, she could feel the drug taking an even greater hold on her body.
“Do you know what passion is?”
“What?”
“I asked you if you knew what passion was,” the blond said again. “Do you?”
“Of course.”
“Do you? Do you really?”
“Of course I know what passion is.”
“So many people say that because so many people think they know but so many people are wrong, but that’s what Annabeth and I are going to give you. We’re going to give you the chance to learn what passion really is. We’re going to give you the opportunity to serve our master.”
“Serve your what?”
“We’re going to give you the opportunity to serve our master.”
“You guys have a master?”
“Of course. He’s our master and we’re his slaves. We serve him and we love him and we would do anything and everything for him. He is everything to us and we would do anything for him. That’s why we sought you out. Annabeth is a brunette. I’m a blond. Our master needs a redhead.”
“You guys are crazy. Did you know that?”
“You can call us that if you want but that doesn’t negate the fact that you still have the drug in your system.”
“You’ve got to stop it.”
“I’ve told you. I’ve got the antidote.”
“Give it to me.”
“Why?”
“Why what?”
“Why should I give you the antidote?”
“Because if you don’t, I’ll go to the police.”
“But you realize that’s not going to do you any good. Even if the police believed you and there’s no guarantee they would, all that would do would be to get me arrested but it doesn’t get you the antidote.”
Gillian growled in frustration but she had to admit that what the bitch was saying was true. “What do you want from me then.”
“Nothing much. I just want you to take me back to your place and I want you to show me your body.”
“And then you’ll give me the antidote.”
“Maybe.”
“Maybe? What do you mean by maybe?”
“Well you’re going to have to please me, and you’re going to have to let me please you.”
“You’re sick. Did you know that? You guys are sick.”
“Maybe, but that doesn’t get you any closer to what you want.”
Gillian groaned again but there was no denying the fact that the other woman was right. “Fine,” she said finally. “We’ll do it your way.”
Gillian led the two of them back to her apartment and all the while, she kept telling herself what she was going to do to the other woman when she finally got her back to her place and after she’d gotten the antidote out of her and yet even as she told herself that, there was another part of her that was thinking just how hot it would be to do just what the other woman wanted.
“We’re here,” Gillian announced.
“So we are.”
“Now what?”
“So you want to do it here or do you want to go to the bedroom? Maybe you have a roommate that’ll come home and interrupt us?”
“I think you already know the answer to that,” Gillian said dourly.
Tiffany grinned. “So I see we understand each other then. So you can start to remove your clothes.”
Gillian couldn’t help but think about how she’d agonized over what to wear not all that many hours ago today and yet now, here she was, taking it all off, and there was something else. The more she removed, the hotter she got, and the hotter she got, the more she wanted to remove her clothes. It was a vicious cycle, one she was struggling to keep in check, and she could tell it wasn’t something where she was coming out ahead.
Her body actually tingled when she slipped her dress off her shoulders and her skin was hot wherever she inadvertently touched herself. Her hands unclasped her bra and for a moment, she held the bra against her breasts, but not she realized because she didn’t want to reveal herself but instead because she wanted to make sure someone was watching when she did.
This was bad, she told herself. This was very, very bad and it was only going to get worse.
Her hips swayed a bit as she ran her hands down her body. Stop that, she told herself, and yet her hips didn’t seem to care. Her fingers tucked themselves inside the waistband of her panties. This was it, she told herself. There was no turning back now.
And what worried her most was that she didn’t even seem to care. She pushed her panties down and she stepped out of them and finally, she was naked and her whole body seemed to sway seductively and wherever she touched herself, her body seemed to crackle with sexual heat.
“Very nice,” the other woman said.
Gillian knew she should hate that but she didn’t. It turned her on to have the other woman watch her body and the more the other woman watched, the hotter it made her feel.
“Turn around. Let me see your backside.”
She turned and her body swayed. She liked this. She liked to be seen.
She didn’t even have to look to know that the other woman was coming up behind her.
She couldn’t help but gasp as she felt the other woman’s hand on her behind. “You are a creature of want and desire,” she heard the blond whisper in her ear. “You want to be wanted. You need to be desired.”
“Yes,” Gillian moaned.
“The drug heightens your need but it makes it bearable at least. It keeps things from getting out of control. I can get you more. You want to be wanted. You need to be desired.”
“Yes,” Gillian moaned again.
“Call me when you want to meet our master,” the blond whispered. “Only he can give you what you want.”
It was those words. “Our master ... our master ... our master.” They kept echoing in her mind. She didn’t want those words to be there but they were there nonetheless.
“Only he can give you what you want,” the blond said again.
Only he can give me what I want, Gillian told herself. No wait. That was wrong and yet those words kept echoing in her mind. Only he can give me what I want.
“Call me,” the blond whispered. “Call me, but don’t wait too long.”
She’d call, Gillian told herself. She’d call and she wouldn’t wait too long.
“So, did you meet her?”
“I did.”
“And?”
Tiffany couldn’t help but sigh. “You were right, Annabeth” she said.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. You were right.”
“So did you give it to her?”
“Of course, I did.”
“The master is going to be so happy.”
“Of course, he will. He deserves to have a redhead that’s just as good as us.”
Gillian groaned. She’d tried. Really, she had. She’d tried not to give in but the drug was just too powerful. After all, she was a creature of want and desire. Even now, she could hear those twins echoing in her mind. She wanted to be wanted. She needed to be desired.
She’d tried not to do it but in the end, she hadn’t tried hard enough. She’d called the blond back.
The first couple of times she’d called, Tiffany had been happy to take her call. Gillian needed another dose of the drug? Sure, Tiffany could supply that and she’d willingly done it and Gillian had willingly taken it and every time she had, it was like a new fire had ignited inside her.
The last time though, Tiffany hadn’t been so amenable. They couldn’t keep meeting like this, she’d told the redhead.
But this was her fault, Gillian had complained. She was the one who’d hooked her on the drug.
Tiffany had just shrugged but nevertheless, she’d handed over the drug but even as she did, she’d said that there were going to have to be changes in the future.
Gillian had nodded even as she’d taken the drug. For now, she had what she wanted. She’d worry about the future later.
But it was later now and Tiffany was late. Gillian looked at her watch one more time. Damn it. Where was the girl?
Tiffany was nearly fifteen minutes late when she showed up. “Did you miss me?” she asked.
“You know I did.”
“Oh. I’m sorry.”
Gillian grumbled to herself. Why was it she had the feeing that Tiffany wasn’t at all sorry.
“Come on,” Tiffany said.
“Why? Where are we going?”
“I want to introduce you to someone.”
“Who?”
“Your new master.”
Gillian had feared that that was exactly what Tiffany was going to say to her but what worried her most was how easily she had accepted what Tiffany had said.
“Come on,” Tiffany had said and Gillian had willingly followed.
“Do you know what our Master calls us?” Tiffany asked and Gillian shook her head.
“He calls us his dime package. Do you know why?”
Again, Gillian shook her head.
“He calls us his dime package because he says each one of us is a perfect 10. Isn’t that cute?”
It didn’t sound that cute to Gillian. In fact, it sounded kind of stupid but she didn’t bother to tell the blond that.
They arrived at a house where there were met by a brunette who was just as hot as the blond. “My name’s Annabeth,” she said.
Gillian nodded. She’d already figured as much.
“Is he ready,” Tiffany asked as the three of them stood in front of a closed bedroom door.
Annabeth nodded. “He said we could send her in whenever she got here.”
Gillian couldn’t help looking back and forth between the two women. She didn’t get it. The way they were speaking, their reverential tones, you would have thought they were talking about God or something, but this was just some guy, right? So what the hell were they going all gaga over him for?
“Are you ready?” Tiffany asked.
“I guess.”
Tiffany handed Gillian two pills. Gillian recognized the first one but the other one was one she’d never taken before. “What is this?” she asked.
“The first pill you know. That’s heat. The second one is fire. Put them together and you get fire and heat. Put them together, you get passion.”
“What if I only take the one I know?” Gillian asked.
Tiffany shrugged. “You can do that, but if you do, you won’t ever get another dose of heat from us ever again.”
Gillian nodded. In a way, it figured. They’d been stringing her along for just this and now that they had her right where they wanted her, they weren’t about to just turn around and let her go. She looked at the outstretched hand with the two pills. Fine. Whatever. She took them both and she downed them in an instant and then she opened the bedroom door and she walked in.
He was just a guy.
It was hard to tell how tall he was or much about his build for that matter because he was naked in bed but he was just a guy. He looked to be in his late twenties or early thirties. Brown hair. Goofy grin which was kind of nice but it wasn’t that nice, but there was absolutely nothing all that special about him.
“Annabeth and Tiffany said I needed a redhead so I take it you’re the new girl.”
Gillian shrugged. “I guess.”
“And I guess that means you’re going to call me master.”
“Sure. Whatever.”
“Why don’t you come here.”
That was the heat kicking in. She could feel it, the need to be desired, the need to be wanted. He wanted her to come to him. Well, that was exactly what she wanted too.
“Tiffany tells me you have a perfect body. Wouldn’t you like to show me that?”
Wouldn’t she like to show him that? Of course, she would. She crawled up onto the bed and she reveled at the way his eyes just seemed to make love to her butt. Mmm yeah, that was nice, but it wasn’t like anything any other man hadn’t done in the past few days. There was nothing special about him.
“Would you mind if I touched you?” he said.
“I’d rather you didn’t.”
“That wasn’t what I asked you. I asked if you’d mind if I did.”
The rebuke stung. She wasn’t sure why it stung but it did. It was like she didn’t want to upset this man but she didn’t know why.
“Let’s try that again. Would you mind if I touched you?”
Gillian shook her head.
“What’s that?” I don’t think I heard you.”
“I don’t mind,” Gillian mumbled.
“What’s that?”
“I don’t mind,” she said a little more clearly.
She couldn’t help but gasp when his hand touched her butt. There was just something about that hand, something that made her so hot. Of course, when she was under the effects of heat, lots of things made her hot.
“You have a nice butt,” the man said.
Mmm. There was something about that that just made her so hot.
“I’ll bet you have a nice pussy, too.”
“Mmm yeah.” She liked it when he admired her pussy.
“Perhaps you’d like to show me your pussy.”
Mmm. Perhaps she would. In fact, she could do better than that. She could climb up on top of his body and then she could push her pussy down onto that cock.
She reached between her legs and she took hold of the man’s cock and she led him to her waiting mound.
Oh fuck, that felt good. She hadn’t even gotten him inside her yet but just having his cock grazing up against her pussy lips was such a fucking turn on.
“You know what you want to do,” the man said.
Gillian knew. She wanted that cock inside her so she pushed herself down on that cock. Oh fuck, that was good.
“Do you like that?”
“Oh yeah.”
“Oh yeah. I like that so good.”
“You like that so good ... what?”
“I like that so good, master.” Gillian didn’t even question where that last word had come from why should she. After all, it was just so right. It made perfect sense. Why shouldn’t she call him master. After all, that was what he was.
You can fuck your pussy on my cock, Slave.”
Oh yeah, Gillian thought as her pussy rode that cock. Oh yeah. That was exactly what she wanted. She wanted to ride that cock. She wanted to ride that cock so hard and so good.
“You’re going to make me cum, aren’t you?”
Oh yeah. That was exactly what she wanted.
“You want it, don’t you? You want me to cum in your cunt.”
“I want you to cum in my cunt,” the girl repeated. “Cum in my pussy and fill me up. Please, master, please fill me up.”
“Okay, baby. Here it comes.”
Gillian couldn’t help but moan in pleasure as her master filled her up. All she knew was this was the best thing she’d ever felt in her life and the only that could possibly be better than this was the next time he came in her pussy.
“You can go now, Slave. Go and get yourself cleaned up for the next time I need you.”
“Thank you, Master.”
“And Slave?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Welcome to the Dime Package.”