Ole Time Curios
Chapter 7: A Dressing Down
“Let me say first, that this is not about anger or betrayal. Though you did betray my trust, I would rather focus on solutions to the problem before us. Do you understand?”
She nodded.
“Now Lacey, I would say that this behavior is very not like you.”
“No sir,” she replied.
“To date, you have been a model employee. You show up on time, you are pleasant with the customers, you take the initiative to clean, and frankly you are a pleasure to work with.”
Her heart melted at his praise and the kindness of his voice, but the picture of his face as she looked up bent over the table, ass out, and legs spread kept her utterly mortified. She offered him a sad nod and met his eyes for just a moment.
“So I don’t want to fire you. But to do that, I need to know what is going on. Help me, sweetie, help me understand. Tell me how this came to pass.”
A lump welled up in her throat, “Oh, Mr. Basilton, I’m so sorry, I swear it’ll never happen again, I swear, I feel so bad—”
“Not,” he interrupted her with a wagging finger and a shake of his head, “No, no no, that is not what I asked for, I do not want your apologies right now. I want you to tell me how it came to be.”
“But I—”
“Stop,” he interrupted again, “Now young lady, I am a man of much patience, but you need to understand that when I ask you a question, there is a reason for it and you need to answer me honestly. You need to trust me; do you understand?” He smiled inwardly, knowing that everything he’d been building in her was leading to this. It didn’t matter who she was before she walked in his shop, now she’d be respectful. Now, she was ready for more.
“Yes sir,” she acquiesced.
“Good, I’ll ask again, how did you come to decide to do what you’ve done.”
She heaved a sigh and thought about it, “Uhm, sir, I don’t know I just... It just happened.”
He waited, his eyes boring into her. A few moments passed.
“Did he attack you?”
“No, no sir. Not at all, I—he’s not like that.”
“Alright, then you came on to him, you asked for it.”
What could she say? She invited him to the shop, why did she do it? “Yes, yes I did.”
“Tell me why you did it.”
She thought about Craig, her boyfriend, she thought about the kissing, and the desire. She thought about getting so god damned frustrated.
“The truth now,” he added, then tipping her chin up so she would look in his eyes, “Tell me the whole truth, now.”
She was breathing faster and sweating, her palms were sweating and shaky, more than anything else, she just wanted to be like things were before, when she entered the shop and he showed her that wonderful moving contraption. More than anything else in the world she wanted him to be smiling at her and showing her the lovely spiral, it was almost a need. “Please,” she begged.
“Now.” He said with stern authority.
“I needed him, I needed to—”
“Finish your sentence.”
“I needed to fuck, oh God, I needed to cum so bad.” She gasped and slapped her hands to her mouth completely shocked again at her own truth.
He didn’t react. “I’m listening, tell me everything, now.”
She didn’t think twice on it, she just had to obey him, he was the boss, and she’d fucked up so bad. All she could do was spill it, not just to him but to herself. Her words came as realizations, “I- I am not usually like this, but, but lately I’ve been I really, you know... I’ve been having lots of fantasies, like all the time. Then Craig came along and he presses my buttons and I—I just wanted—you know, and I can’t take him to the dorm.”
“Hmm...”
“I just, you said you were going to be gone, and it was a chance for us to get together, and I didn’t want to—I never meant—I just I wasn’t thinking and I just.” She felt faint, she felt like such a little slut. She felt horrible, like part of her was full of shame and the other was still imagining herself back downstairs.
“And so you needed release.”
“Yes, oh god yes, I been so on edge, I just needed it, oh god I must sound like such a...” her lip quivered as all manner of horrible words came down through her mind to describe herself.
“Hold on, hold on. Alright now, sweetie, let’s stay calm,” his hands took hers, pulling them away from where they were crossed in front of her breasts. Though she wasn’t thinking about it, her nipples were clearly visible with the thin sweat-soaked dress clinging to her body. Her hair was still a mess and she reeked of all the dirty things that deep down she wanted to have finished. “Listen, Listen To Me.” He paused for a moment, until she looked up to meet his eyes, which in turn offered her comfort. “You’re perfectly normal,” he finished. He smiled at her, and suddenly it felt like there was hope in the world again.
“What?”
“Yes, listen, you’re a healthy young woman in full bloom, and what you’re experiencing is not completely unheard of. As a matter of fact, I believe I can help you solve your problem.” He stood up, “Now mind me close, a long time back, some women would get like you, and they would call it being prone to female hysteria. Oh it means something else now, but back then it was believed to be sourced from a woman’s uterus.”
“But—” she began to protest but it was barely a whisper. She felt so broken and frustrated, she did not want to fight on this even with all she’d learned about the demeaning and patriarchal use of hysteria.
“But they were wrong about the biology, but not entirely wrong about the treatment,” he continued as he walked back to a desk and unlocked a drawer with a key he’d fetched from his jacket pocket. “In fact some doctors came up with a solution that would help a woman in your situation.”
She saw in his hands he had what looked like a prescription eye dropper in his hand.
“You see, you have had this very natural desire, and no outlet. I could imagine that you have no privacy at that dorm which is why you couldn’t take him there. But let’s be honest, sweetie. You would have just been using the poor boy to satisfy an urge. That’s not right. This is all brought about by your traitorous libido. It has you on edge but it is not strong enough to push you all the way over. Am I right?”
Her inner feminist struggled to find words, but it hit her like a slammed door of truth. She realized, “Yes.” He was right, she’d been getting horny, but never enough to actually get off. He was right, he knew.
“Very good then, there is an easy solution to your problem. Open your mouth dear.” He unstopped the top of the dropper and measured out a small amount of clear liquid.
Her world spun, but with no more arguments to make, and a horrid feeling of guilt still running through her, a silence came upon her. He watched her beautiful eyelashes slowly close in defeat. Her slender lips parted and her long neck stretched up as she opened her mouth ready to accept her cure. He smiled.
Just two drops splashed against her tongue silently. “This is your medicine. It is an old remedy, designed specifically to aid with a libido issue like yours. This specific one was designed by a Basilton many years ago, along with many other remedies. It should interest you to note that there indeed was a fair amount of genius in the family of the man you now call your employer. There is much that I know and can bring to bear to make your existence much happier, healthier, and more successful. If you trust in me, as I have shown trust in you, then you will get the benefit of centuries of knowledge and wisdom.”
She offered him a smile for as long as she could hold it, but after a minute or two of his rambling about such nice ideas, she sighed and dropped her head. “So this will calm me down and ‘fix me’... meaning it’ll kill my libido, right?”
“Oh no, by all that is good in this world, no. My dear, you are a young and beautiful healthy girl. I would never stifle you or give you a medicine to destroy the wonder of your womanhood.” He took her hand again and said, “I care for you very much, Lacey. This medicine is designed to her your libido, to boost it to the point where you can reach your satisfaction all on your own. Then you won’t need to bother with that mouse of a fellow I caught you with.”
“Oh, I- oh, wait that’s an aphrodisiac?”
“Hmm, of sorts, it responds to women who have this imbalance like you and helps them, just as I will help you.” He stood up abruptly, “Well, I should give you some privacy. It rapidly absorbs in the mouth, so you should be feeling it begin to help quite soon. I definitely do not want to take advantage of you, my dear. It is not the gentlemenly thing to do.” His hand touched her face, feeling the heat of her skin, “Take your time, and when next I see you, you should be feeling much better. As your caregiver, I’m giving you and order now. Seek your pleasure.”
With that he smiled and left.
Lacey Dupree was in a state of shock and disbelief. She touched her forehead, and aside from feeling a bit flush, which she’d felt for much of the day anyway, she felt no different. Mr. Basilton was back downstairs and she was indeed alone. ‘My god,’ she thought. The truth of the matter was that she was lost, wholly and completely. He had been right about everything that she was feeling, but could he be right about this as a treatment?
‘He certainly seems like the authority,’ she mused, no longer trusting her own judgement. ‘Maybe, he is right. If someone had told me that I’d be taking an aphrodisiac from a man, and he wasn’t trying to fuck me, I would have thought they were crazy. Maybe I should do it.’
Sitting alone in the chair, she tentatively spread her slim runner’s legs apart and started pulling up her skirt to follow his orders, then stopped. She looked around. After everything that had happened, the last thing she wanted to do was to jill off right here at her job. She shook her head.
Well if she wasn’t going to do that, she still had some time to kill, since he gave her the room for now. Lacey got up and started looking around. She glanced at the clockwork that she’d been thinking of as it sat in pieces on the table. For a moment, she was about to call him back up to put it together for her, but stopped because that would have been so awkward.
She settled on the mirror and looked herself over, her eyes widening. Without a bra she was basically showing off her assets without much coverage. Part of her insecurity over the small size of her breasts nagged at her, but a larger part thought, ‘Gosh, I’m actually... kind of sexy!’
She dropped her hands to her hips and posed, and smiled. Biting her lip, she wondered if perhaps he had been stealing looks at her. Especially with her nipples spiking hard like that. She started feeling good at the thought of how sexy she looked, as ridiculous as it seemed to be thinking. But seeing the dress now straining against those little nubs and she held the dress flat, she openly admired herself.
Tentatively, she reached down and touched them and, “Ooh.” Two little jolts of pleasure spiked through her and mellowed out as she started to lightly pinch and tweak her nipples. ‘I guess the medicine is working,’ she thought as she started to run her hands all over herself. Through her hair, along her neck, along her breasts, across her tummy, her fingers traced lovely sensations.
He was right about the libido. Now with her medicine, the truth of her libido was unlocked, and feeling this languid pleasure building in her core, she started letting her fantasies go. First they went back to that look in Craig’s eyes right before he started to take her. But as she slipped a hand between her legs to the uncovered lips, she remembered the way he skittered away when Mr. Basilton showed up.
Of course, there was Mr. Basilton. The truth she was ready to admit to herself was that she needed to get fucked. Not to rub herself to some unsatisfying orgasm, but to really fuck. The thought of it sounded both crazy and true. Especially true now that her quim was wet and ready for a man, a real man. But could she do it? Could she seduce her boss?
A quick glance at the mirror told her that surely he would not be able to resist her. Frankly, maybe he wanted to fuck her all this time, and now, here she was, high on aphrodisiacs, right and ready to fuck. Maybe he really did want her, but cared about her too much to do anything about it. Maybe he was totally in love with her, but felt it would be too ‘uncouth’ to take advantage of her.
That last thought really hit her, and suddenly, she knew what she wanted. She going to take control and get what she wanted—and he would be so madly in love with her that none of the other stuff that happened today would matter. She felt the flush in her cheeks and a buzzing pleasure on her skin, but more than that, she felt like she knew what she wanted.
“Mr. Basilton?”
“Ah, yes my dear, now that that’s done with we need not—”
“I wanted to tell you something.”
“What’s that my dear?”
“You know I know a little bit about women’s history and the history of female hysteria. Actually, I thought it was all crazy until today, but you’ve taught me so much. But did you know how they used to treat women?”
“I believe I do—”
“They used to rub them, the doctors would rub the woman until she came and call her cured because she’d calm down. They used to tame them with a good hard cum.” She giggled, “You know yesterday, I would have said it was rape, but now, you know, I think they had it right.” He gave her a quizzical look, but she thought she saw his eyes steal down to her body. The little sign gave her the courage to continue. “You know what boss? I think I want the hands on treatment.” She moved in close to him and looked up, giving him the biggest doe eyes she could muster, “and I want you to give it to me.” Her delicate hands moved up to the straps of her dress and pulled them both off before baring her breasts to him. “Would you please give it to me? You can have me any way you want.”
His eyes. There was a flash in his eyes the showed everything. Lust and desire were in him and she could see it. She felt a glorious rush in that flash of desire.
His hand grabber her hair and his other groped her breast in a powerfully possessive cup. “Lacey Dupree, I am a man of great patience, but you have worn that thin. Listen to me now, I know what you’re doing. I was going to call you a little slut, but the truth is, you’re something else. You’re a slave.”
She gasped as he pinched her nipples, but she had no words for him.
“You’re a slave to your own desires, unable to control yourself, and coming on to your boss, offering your wet and freshly used pussy.”
His words and his hands just turned her on even more. She didn’t know if it was dirty talk or truth or both, but in that moment she just wanted more.
“You’re a sex slave, completely enslaved by this,” he said pressing his hand against her soaking hot pussy. “But the truth is, no matter how much of a worthless little slut you are, I have come to love you too much to ruin you. Oh I’m going to give you what you need, not what you ask for. You think you wanted me to fuck you, to fuck your brains out, right?”
“Yes, oh god yes,” she groaned completely beside herself in lust. Her fingers twitched by her side, her toes curling up in lust.
“Well I’m not going to do that. But I am give you exactly what you need.”
“I need it, oh god yes, right there, more, please.”
“You are quite a sexy little slut aren’t you? Begging for it while I rub your pussy.”
“Oh god, I’m close, please put it in, cum inside me, oh fuck yes please more!”
“It’s time for you to cum now, so be a good girl and cum.”
Her eyes widened as they met with his and his command rang out with such authority. Suddenly her legs could hold her no more, and she gasped out clinging to him as he caught her body, trembling and quaking in ecstasy.
“That’s it. There you are, good girl. That’s it, keep cumming all over my hand.”
Her voice emitted incoherent moans and cries as the orgasm kept going, stretching out in continuous shivers of pleasure. In her mind, she felt a sudden bloom of love. It was hard to explain, but the words she latched on to in the moment were “I love you.” She clung to this man who told confessed love for her right before giving her a mind shattering orgasm, and everything felt safe. He lifted her up like she weighed nothing and she felt so cared for in his arms. Deep in her heart, she knew with a trembling bone that his other words might be right, too. Maybe she was a slut, maybe she was a slave to her desires. Maybe that’s all she ever was, she just hadn’t known it yet. But none of that mattered if she was his, and right now more than anything else, she felt that she was his.