Five Easy Pieces
IQ 125—Bargaining
His name was Hank. He wasn’t much to look at, Breanna thought. Kind of tall and skinny in a beanpole kind of way but what got her most was just how dull he looked, as if there were absolutely nothing about him that was in any way interesting.
“I’ve told you, Ms. Raye, I can’t release those tapes to you. The only way I could do that was if my boss told me to do it or if I had a court order that forced me to do it.”
He was right. He had told her that but that didn’t make her need any less real. “Listen—”
Breanna stopped herself once more to get herself under control.
“Listen,” she said again, “I heard what you said. I really did, but I really, really need to see those tapes.”
“I’m sorry, Ms. Raye.”
“Isn’t there anything I could do to convince you.”
She hadn’t meant for it to come out that way but she just sounded so desperate. The past week had been hard. She’d come into work the day after the attack and she’d gone straight to the security office. She’d met Hank that day and she had been rebuffed. She’d meant to get the man’s boss involved but what exactly was she going to say to him. She’d left the office empty handed.
She’d come back the next day. She’d told herself she wasn’t going to take no for an answer, but once again, she did.
And then something weird had happened. Chuck Kramer had been so impressed with the first design that she’d worked on that he’d given her another. The only thing was this time, she was finding it harder to find the tricks she’d found before and it wasn’t like this one was harder than the first. She knew there was something wrong with the design. It was just that it was harder coming up with the solution.
So she’d thrown herself into her work. There had to be a solution she told herself and the harder she worked, the less she thought about going and visiting the security office. She’d remember about it later when she was going out to her car. She’d make sure she checked her car carefully before she got inside but the truth was she was too busy with her work to do anything else.
It took her a week to realize that her mind was diminished. Even then, she refused to believe it until she remembered what the man in the car had said.
It wasn’t really possible, she told herself. You couldn’t really do that to a person, but then again, what if you could. Right then and there, Breanna had promised herself that she was going to go back to the security office and this time, she told herself, this time, she wasn’t going to take no for an answer.
“Isn’t there anything I could do to convince you,” she said again.
Hank was staring at her. Leering was a better word. His hand stroked his jaw line. “What do you mean by anything?”
She could have still pulled herself back but she didn’t. It was almost as if she could tell what the man wanted and for some reason, that just made her so fucking hot. “I mean anything,” she said.
The man opened a gate. “Why don’t you come back here,” he told her, “and we’ll see what you can do.”
God. She knew what the man wanted. She should tell him to fuck off but it was just making her so hot, and besides, if it helped her get what she needed, well sure, she could maybe suck his cock a bit. Heck, it might even be fun.
“You can sit here,” the man told her. “Now, when was the date you were interested in?”
“Last Tuesday.”
“Last Tuesday, huh? That’s going to take a lot of work getting those tapes for you. How ‘bout you make it worth my while.”
“What do you want,” Breanna asked.
“For starters, how ‘bout you show me your tits.”
Breanna knew there was something wrong with that request. It was definitely sexual harassment although she could hardly call it harassment to take off her blouse and show the man her tits when she realized just how hot it made her when she thought about doing exactly that.
“How ‘bout it,” the man said.
What could it hurt, Breanna told herself. It wasn’t like she wasn’t doing anything she didn’t really want to do and besides, this guy probably made fucking minimum wage. She was better than him. She could control where this was going.
She pulled her blouse open and let the man stare at her tits.
“I said I wanted to see your tits,” the man said.
“Yeah, so?”
“So you’re still wearing your bra.”
Breanna paused there for just a moment but then her hands were moving. Fine, she told herself. Fine. If that’s what he wanted to see, then fine. She pulled her blouse off and then she removed her bra. “Satisfied,” she asked.
“Well now that you mention it ...”
“What,” Breanna asked irritably.
“Well, I was just thinking it would be kind of fun to see you play with your tits.”
Her hands grabbed her tits. It didn’t even occur to her that maybe she should object to that request because once the request was in her head, she knew what she wanted.
Her hands squeezed her tits and then she let them go. She squeezed them again. She almost didn’t want to admit it even to herself but it did feel good playing with her tits and it was funny, but it was almost as if her tits felt bigger than they had before. Her hands let go of her tits and her fingers grabbed onto her nipples.
She moaned softly to herself. She shouldn’t be doing this, she told herself, but it wasn’t as if she didn’t have a reason. She needed to get a look at those security tapes, and that was all there was to it.
She almost pretended as if she didn’t see Hank but she knew he was watching. He’d opened his pants and he’d taken his dick out and in another time and in another place, that might have pissed her off, but as horny as she was, she couldn’t help but admit that she kind of liked having the guy have his dick out.
“I think you know what to do with this,” Hank said.
Breanna looked at the man’s cock. She certainly did know what to do with that. She opened her mouth and she sucked him inside.
She liked the way her mouth made the man groan. She’d never sucked a cock before and she’d never thought she would but now as she was sucking on his cock, now it was making her hot.
“Oh fuck,” the man groaned. “Oh fuck.”
This wasn’t so hard, she told herself. She could do this. She could suck Hank’s cock.
“Oh yeah. That’s it. That’s it. Suck my cock.”
Breanna groaned to herself. She thought that that was what she was doing but she wasn’t stupid. She was making a mental note of this, of how the company’s security guard had made her suck his cock. She liked her job so there was no guarantee she was going to sue her company but if she did, she figured she’d have a great case for sexual harassment when she told the jury that Hank the security guard had made her suck his cock off.
On the other hand, there was no guarantee that she’d sue the company, and besides, she was finding she liked sucking cock. She wouldn’t have thought she would have liked it but she was finding she did and more than that, she was finding that she was good at it, too.
But then, of course she was good at, she thought. She was good at everything.
The man groaned and then he groaned again and suddenly, Breanna understood what that meant. He was going to cum. He was going to cum in her mouth. He was going to cum in her mouth. Oh my God. That was so fucking nasty. He was going to cum in her mouth, so why did the thought of it make her so fucking horny.
He was groaning hard now. It was more him fucking her face than her sucking his cock. If she were going to pull back, she told herself, this was the time.
But she didn’t pull back. She just stayed there and let him fuck her face.
“Oh fuck,” the man groaned. “Oh fuck.” The man groaned again. “Grab your tits,” he told the woman. “Grab your tits and push them together.”
Breanna wasn’t even sure why he wanted her to do it but it didn’t matter. She just did as she was told. She grabbed her tits and she mashed them together.
She thought Hank was going to cum in her mouth but suddenly he was pulling his cock out. Thank God, she thought. Thank God. He wasn’t going to cum in her mouth.
But he was still moaning and he was pulling on his cock. “Keep your tits together,” he told her. “Keep your tits together just like that.”
Even with everything going on around her, she still wasn’t ready for what happened next. She wasn’t ready when the man shot a burst of cum onto her face and she certainly wasn’t ready when the man started to shoot his cum on her tits.
Even to this day, she’s still not sure why she kept her hands where they were, pushing her tits together. Maybe she was too startled to let go. Maybe she figured that since she’d come this far, she might as well go all the way. Maybe she just liked having the man cum on her tits. Whatever it was, she kept her tits together as the man fisted off the last few dregs of cum onto her tits.
Breanna looked at the man. “So what do you say,” she asked. “Can I get a look at those tapes now?”
The man nodded. “I guess,” he said. “I guess it would be okay.”
And that was how Breanna found herself in a little room, her eyes glued to the screen with a controller in her hand. She could see a man approaching her car. He was wearing a hooded sweatshirt. He did something to the door and the door opened up, and he climbed inside.
She rolled the scene back and then she rolled it forward again but the scene was the same. The same man in the same hooded sweatshirt. The hood concealed his features and he was wearing gloves. There wasn’t a damned thing that could identify him, only ...
Only Breanna was sure she’d seen him before. There was something about him that was ... that was familiar.
She rolled the scene backwards and she rolled it forwards. She rolled it backwards. She let it go forwards.
What was it, she told herself. What was it?
Why did she feel so stupid? Why couldn’t she figure out what it was?
Back again.
Then forward.
What was it?
Why couldn’t she figure it out?
It was almost a half an hour later when she’d finally left the security office. She’d figured it out. She should have got it sooner she told herself, but in the end, it didn’t matter. She had the bastard dead to rights.
Breanna knocked on her boss’s door. Chuck Kramer looked up. “Breanna,” he said. “Come on inside. What can I do for you?”
Breanna wasn’t sure how to handle this. She was already kicking herself for not calling the police. They had things they could do, methods they could use. Maybe they could look at the security tapes and make a positive identification. As it was, she felt as if she were flying blind.
“You look confused. Is there something I can do for you?”
She looked confused? Well, maybe she did. She’d always been confident, almost cocky. She’d looked down on people who weren’t as smart as her and now, now she was finding she wasn’t as sure of herself as she had been.
No, she told herself. No, he’s trying to confuse you. Stick with what you came here for.
“I’ve got something to say,” she said.
“Sure. Have a seat. What’s up?”
“I think you attacked me.”
“Really? Me attack you. That’s quite a charge. Why don’t you shut the door so we can talk.”
“I don’t want to shut the door.”
“Well, if you’re going to make unfounded charges—”
They’re not unfounded. That’s what she wanted to say, but it was a feeling and she just couldn’t bring herself to say it. “I’ll close the door,” she said.
“Now,” said her boss once the door had been closed, “tell me what’s on your mind.”
“The other day, someone attacked me in my car.”
“Oh my. Are you all right?”
Breanna shook her head. This wasn’t going at all right. “No, I’m not all right, and you know it.”
“Me? How would I know it.”
“I told you. You attacked me in my car.”
The man shook his head. “I think you must have me confused with someone else. What did this attacker do?”
Breanna was beginning to have second thoughts about this. Was it possible she was wrong? She hadn’t seen the man’s face. Was it possible she was wrong.
No. She wasn’t wrong. She knew it. She wasn’t wrong.
“Well,” her boss asked. “What did the man do?”
“He, um, he said he was going to turn me into a bimbo.”
“Turn you into a bimbo? Is that what you said?”
“Yes.” Why did she suddenly feel so helpless? “But I don’t want to be a bimbo,” her voice wailed. “I don’t want to be a bimbo. You got to make it stop.”
“Well, I shouldn’t imagine you would want to make it happen,” the man said, “but I don’t see how you think I can make it stop.”
“But you made it happen—”
“Aw yes, of course. Because you think I was the one who attacked you in your car, but my dear, even if it was me and even if such a thing were possible, I don’t see how you could ever assume that I would do such a thing.”
Breanna was very confused now. She’d thought she was going to call her attack to task but that didn’t seem to be the case.
“You know, something occurs to me. If you really are a bimbo—”
“Not yet, but I’m being turned into one.”
“Well that’s good to hear, because if you were being turned into a bimbo, you’d probably be into all kinds of mindless fucking.”
“I’m not a bimbo yet.”
“Well now, I am glad to hear that, but what do you want me to do?”
“I told you,” the woman said. “I want you to make it stop.”
“Oh yeah, that’s right. You did say that.” The man seemed to pause as if he were thinking it over. “You know,” he said, “you’re not in a really good position. I mean, if you’re right, if you are being turned into a bimbo—”
“I am being turned into a bimbo.”
“Okay, okay. We’ll say it your way. No need to get upset.”
“No need to get upset?! I’m being turned into a fucking bimbo. I need to make it stop.”
“And there’s the problem, isn’t it?”
“What is?”
“Well, if you are being turned into a bimbo—”
“I am.”
“Then I don’t see what you have to offer if someone doesn’t do what you want.”
“I could go to the police,” Breanna said.
“Yeah, and tell them what? That you were being turned into a bimbo. You think they’d believe that?”
“Probably not,” Breanna conceded.
“Would you believe it if someone came up to you and said they were being turned into a bimbo?”
“I would now,” Breanna grumped.
“Sure, now. But what about before.”
“Probably not.”
“So you see, you can tell people whatever you want, but you got to make them believe it or at least you got to get them on your side, and to tell the truth, you’re not real good at making friends.”
Breanna wouldn’t have said that.
“So the question is what are you going to do to get someone on your side.”
She knew what the man wanted. He wanted the same thing as Hank had, but she wasn’t stupid. She could suck his dick off and make him help her and then after it was all over, then she could have him arrested or do whatever it was she was going to do to him but there was no doubt about it. At that very moment, she needed his help.
“So what are you going to do,” her boss asked again.
“I could suck your cock,” she offered.
The man look interested. “Well now. That is a bit of a change, but you think that would do it?”
“I could do more.”
Damn. Why had she said that, she wondered. Wasn’t sucking his cock enough?
The man looked even more interested. “Well now. I like that, but the question is, did you really mean it or are you just stringing me along. I guess there’s only one real way to find out.”
Breanna would have asked what that was but the man was already getting up out of his chair and she could see he had his dick out and he was stroking himself as he came around his desk.
“Now let’s see. You were saying you wanted to suck this.”
She didn’t want to suck it, she told herself, but she had to do it if she were going to get what she wanted. Still, with the memory of the cock sucking that she’d given Hank still fresh in her mind ... well, that hadn’t been all that bad, she told herself. She actually kind of liked it and that made her wonder, did she like cock sucking because of what had been done to her or did she just like sucking cock.
And did it really matter?
Breanna wrapped a hand around her boss’s cock and moments later, she had her lips wrapped around the man’s cock. There was no doubt about it. She did like sucking cock.
She stopped after just a few strokes. “Can I take your pants down,” she asked.
“Do it,” the man said.
Breanna couldn’t believe it. Here she was opening up yet another belt and then she was pulling on the man’s slacks, pulling them down past his thighs. She stuffed the man’s cock back in his underwear so she could pull his briefs down and then finally, she had complete and total access to his cock. She couldn’t believe what a total cock sucker she’d become.
Her mouth slid down around the man’s cock. There was a part of her that was glad when she heard the man moan. He’d said she wasn’t good at making friends. Well it seemed as if she were definitely making one now.
“Damn,” Chuck said. “You sure do seem to like sucking cocks.”
Breanna wanted to tell him no, that this wasn’t really her, that she didn’t really want to suck his cock but every time the thought crossed her mind, she just went back to sucking his cock all over again.
“Damn,” the man said. “Damn. I should have had you do this earlier.”
There, she said to herself. There. Wasn’t that an admission that he was a party to her downfall and yet even as she thought it, she had to admit that maybe all it really meant was that he’d wanted her to suck his cock and wanting her to suck his cock wasn’t against the law.
“You know,” the man groaned, “if you really want to get me to help you, then you know there’s an even better way to get my help.”
Breanna didn’t like the sound of that but she couldn’t help herself. She pulled her mouth up off her boss’s cock. “What is it,” she demanded.
“Well, the first thing you’d need to do is to stand up.”
“Why?”
“Now that doesn’t sound very friendly,” the boss said.
“Yeah, but why do you want me to stand up?”
“If you do it, then you’ll find out.”
Breanna didn’t want to but there was still the possibility that Chuck Kramer could help her out, either because he was directly involved in whatever had been done to her or because he had the power to help her out. Either way, she wanted to stay on his good side so Breanna stood.
“That’s a good girl,” the man said. “Now turn your ass around and bend over my desk.”
“Why?”
“Are we going to do this every time I ask you to do something? Are you going to question everything I say because if that’s what we’re going to do, then we can end this right now.”
Breanna quickly backed down. “Sorry,” she said and then she quickly turned around.
Breanna could feel the man’s hand stroking her ass through her skirt. “There now,” she heard the man say, “that’s better isn’t it?”
Better wasn’t exactly the word Breanna would have used to describe it.
The man slid a hand up under her skirt, letting it slide further and further up the inside of the girl’s thighs. Breanna knew it was only a matter of moments before the man had his fingers on her panties and Breanna knew what Chuck was going to find when he got there.
She couldn’t help but moan as those fingers stroked her between her legs. Even through her panties, she could feel the man’s fingers on her pussy and as much as she tried not to admit it even to herself, there was no denying what her pussy liked.
“It seems as if someone needs to get fucked.”
Breanna wanted to say no but the only response she gave instead was the playful wiggle of her ass.
“I think I’ll take that as a yes,” the man said and moments later, he was pulling up the girl’s skirt and taking down her panties.
Breanna moaned again as she felt the man’s fingers, this time on her bare pussy but she knew she wouldn’t be feeling his fingers for long and she was right. Moments later, she felt it. Moments later, she felt him sliding his cock between her legs.
Breanna moaned again as she felt the man enter her. It was so easy. Her wet, liitle pussy was so tight, but with the full weight of the man pressed in behind her, there was just no way she was going to keep him out. She moaned again. She loved getting fucked from behind.
The man seemed to sense her desire. “Yeah, you like this,” he told her. “You liked getting fucked from behind.”
She shouldn’t like it, Breanna told herself. She shouldn’t like it. After all, she’d come here to her boss’s office certain that this man was trying to turn her into a bimbo. She’d come here to get his help. She shouldn’t be doing this, she told herself. Her pussy was a bargaining chip. She shouldn’t be giving it up so easily.
And yet that’s not the way her pussy saw it. The way her pussy saw it, she needed to get fucked and she didn’t much care whose cock did the job.
She moaned again. That cock was giving her exactly what she needed. She moaned yet again. Just a little bit more, she told herself. That was what she needed. Just a little bit more.
“Yeah,” the man said. “Yeah. I know you. A bitch like you, you know you like to get fucked like this.”
Breanna moaned. He was right, of course. She did like to get fucked like this.
“I know what else you like,” the man taunted her. “I know what else you like. You like it like this.”
Breanna felt it, the surge of cum between her legs and she couldn’t help but moan yet again. “Yes,” she moaned. “Yes.”
What the hell was happening to her. She shouldn’t like this. This creep was cumming in her pussy.
The problem was she did like it. In fact, she liked it a lot. “Yes,” she moaned again. “Yes,” she moaned as her pussy bore down on the cock inside her. “Yes,” she moaned. “I love it. I love it so fucking much.”
“I knew it,” the man said. “I knew you’d love this. Now, we got just one more job for you. The man pulled his cock out and he sat down in his chair. “Get over here,” he told the girl. “Get over here and clean off my cock.”
Breanna climbed down off the desk and once again, she knelt between her boss’s legs, but this time, she had a pussy full of cum and he had a dick wet with her juices and she could feel the cum between her legs with every lick with every suck that her mouth made.
She couldn’t help it. Her mouth was getting him hard again and as he sat there, as he ran his hands through her hair. “Suck it,” he told her. “Suck it.”
She did and when he came in her mouth, she sucked that down as well.
“You did very well,” the man told her. “You can go now.”
“Wait a minute.”
Chuck Kramer cocked his head. “Yes?”
“I thought you were going to help me.”
“That wasn’t our agreement. If you remember, you said you could suck my cock to get me on your side, but then I was never not on your side. I want you to get what you want.”
“But—”
“But as for ... what would you call it anyways ... as for debimbofying you, I think you’re going to have to find someone else to help you because I can’t help you with that.”
“But—”
“You can go now.”
“But—”
“I said you can go now. Some of us have work to do. Oh yeah, and don’t forget to take your panties with you. I wouldn’t want people to get the wrong impression about us.”
Breanna just looked at her boss and then she snatched up her panties. Fine, she told herself. Fine. Fuck him. She’d do it herself, and with that, she stomped out of the man’s office.