The Assignment 4 (10 page)

“Well,” Wolf said, leaning back on the sofa heavily. He seemed very tired. “Seduce me.”

Lacey wasn’t sure what to do. She looked at Wolf. He was slowly getting drunk on the whiskey he was sipping. He looked tired and old and depressed. It was strange for Lacey to have to go so quickly from being a guest in the house to being a whore. One minute she was talking to Wolf like a real human being, like her opinions mattered, like she was a friend of his wife, and then, all of a sudden, everything changed and she was just a whore to him. She was an object, worthless, something to be used for his amusement and pleasure.

That was what prostitution was and she knew it. It was jarring though, to have to jump from one mode into the other so quickly.

She got down on her hands and knees on the floor. Wolf sat on the sofa, leaned back, watching her as if watching a football game on the TV. He sipped his drink and waited to see what Lacey would do to entertain him.

Slowly, she began to crawl across the floor toward him. He opened his legs and she crawled between them and then rose up to face him.

He sat looking at her.

She smiled at him but he didn’t smile back. She reached forward and took the zipper of his pants and opened it. Inside, his tired old penis lay limp and flaccid like a dead piece of meat. She touched it. It was smooth and soft. It was very white.

“What are you going to do?” he said. He almost sounded bored.

She leaned onto his lap and reached down and touched the penis softly with her tongue. It didn’t respond. She wondered how she was going to seduce a man who didn’t want her? Wolf was more disappointed that his wife wasn’t interested in him than he was excited at the prospect of sleeping with Lacey.

She licked it some more, the way a cat licks a bowl of milk, and she noticed that it did begin to stiffen slightly.

“Meow,” she said, quietly, like a kitten.

She continued licking the little penis like that, like a cat, and gradually it began to come to life, stiffening up and rising like a sail on a boat.

“Meow,” she said again as she played with the penis. She pressed it with her tongue, stroking it in long laps. She allowed her tongue to slide down to the very base of it and then slowly come up the shaft until it reached the tip.

Wolf leaned back and opened his pants completely. Then he pulled them down around his knees and sat back down. Lacey stayed where she was between his legs and continued to pleasure him, meowing and licking softly on the penis. It grew erect and she was about to start sucking on it when he said, “I want you to strip.”

Lacey got up and stood in front of him. She felt a little awkward because she knew there were some servants in the house and they could walk in at any moment. It was also strangely quiet in the room. It would have been easier to strip if there had been some music playing, or some sort of activity. As it was, it was just her standing in front of a tired old man. He didn’t even seem to have the energy to sit up straight. He was content to slouch back on the sofa with his penis in his hand. He wasn’t stroking it or anything. Just holding it as it gently lost its erection and faded back to its original state.

Lacey reached behind her back and unzipped her dress. Then she let the bodice fall forward, exposing her bra. The dress fell to the floor, showing her matching black panties.

“Very nice,” Wolf said.

Lacey smiled at him weakly. She would have rather been anywhere but there. It was a sad scene. Here was a man who’d just experienced his wife giving him the brush off. Lacey was there to spare his wife the displeasure of having to sexually gratify him. Lacey knew how humiliating that must be for a man, especially one as rich and powerful as Mark Wolf, to be pawned off like this.

But she told herself that she didn’t really have much sympathy for him. He was in this position because of his own terrible decisions. What kind of man allows a young girl to be forced to marry him? It happened every day, Lacey knew that much, but that didn’t excuse it.

She turned around and faced the panoramic window. The lights of Fifth Avenue and the Upper East Side sparkled from across the park.

“That’s such a beautiful view,” she said. She wasn’t thinking about where she was and what she was doing. She was just speaking her mind.

“Take off your panties and bend over,” Wolf said.

That brought her mind back to the task at hand. She shook her hips and her panties fell to the floor. She stepped out of them. She bent over at the waist and grabbed her ankles, giving Wolf a nice view of her butt.

“Spread the cheeks,” Wolf said.

She reached back and spread her butt cheeks.

“You have a perfect little anus,” Wolf said. “It’s like a slice of strawberry.”

Lacey had never heard an anus described in that way. She maintained her position. It was difficult, doubled over with her arms reaching back to spread her butt open.

“Come closer,” Wolf said.

Lacey did as she was told and walked over to him. He turned her around and spread her butt open again. Then he leaned forward and began licking her anus, wetting it with his slippery tongue. He pressed into the muscle, trying to get his tongue inside, and then began forcing his tongue in and out of her butt.

The sensation was arousing. Lacey tried not to react but it was impossible. She couldn’t see Wolf. She was still looking out the window at the lights of the city. She tried to think of Jason. She didn’t want to make the same mistake she had made in the sauna when she had allowed Lally’s image to dominate her thoughts. This time she focused on Jason’s handsome face and tried to imagine that it was him she was giving pleasure to and not some rich old man who didn’t deserve her.

Wolf was holding her by the hips as he continued licking her anus. She wondered how long he could entertain himself that way. Then she felt him touching the ring of her anus with his finger. He’d wet his finger and was pressing it against her butt, slowly penetrating past the muscle, into her rectum.

Lacey gasped as his finger inched inside her. Very slowly he forced it into the hole. She was glad he’d wet his finger as the saliva allowed it to slide in a little more easily.

“I need some lotion,” he said. He got up and left the room. Lacey stayed where she was. She was still wearing her bra and she unclasped it and let it fall on the floor with the rest of her clothing.

Wolf returned and told her to get up on her hands and knees next to him on the sofa. He had a bottle of lotion and he squirted it all over her ass. Then he massaged it into her cheeks. She allowed the sensation of it to flow through her. The muscles in her butt began to relax as he massaged. Then he slid his finger into her anus again. It went in a lot more easily now, and he began sliding his finger in and out, filling Lacey with a rush of sensation that was impossible to control. She gasped as the sensation overwhelmed her. Wolf’s finger was sliding in and out of her ass so fast that she could no longer tell when it was in and when it was out. All she felt was a hot rush of sensation and pleasure.

She moaned.

“You like that?”

“I like it,” she said.

“You filthy whore.”

She moaned again. Wolf squirted lotion all over her ass and began rubbing it into her vagina too. His fingers began sliding into her anus and her vagina at the same time. He was using both hands, massaging her butt, rubbing her clit, fingering her pussy and anus. It felt amazing. Lacey began to squirm. She was on her knees on the couch, her back to Wolf, and she began to writhe, squirming in pleasure. Wolf might have been old but he knew how to handle a woman, that much was clear.

“Oh, Wolf,” Lacey moaned.

“You like that don’t you?”

“I like it,” she said.

“Tell me how good it feels,” Wolf said.

“It feels so good.”

“Call me daddy,” he said.

“Oh daddy, it feels so good I could die.”

“You like daddy to finger you, don’t you, you dirty slut.”

“I like it, daddy.”

Lacey looked over her shoulder at him. There was a look of intense concentration on his face. He was busily rubbing her with his large hands, sliding deeper and deeper into her pussy and anus. She wondered when he would decide to pleasure himself and start fucking her. But he didn’t do that. He made no sign of wanting to fuck her. He just kept sliding his hands into her holes, using one finger at first, and then two, sliding farther and farther, deeper and deeper into her. She was covered in the white, creamy lotion and she closed her eyes and let Wolf continue what he was doing. She tried to forget where she was. She tried not to think about what was happening to her. She tried to make her mind go blank.

Most of all, she was trying not to enjoy the sensation. She kept trying to picture Jason’s face. She knew Jason was a boy she could fall in love with. There were questions she needed answered, she needed to know why he had a gun, but she knew deep in her heart that there was a chance for something real with Jason.

She told herself that her life was under control. She wasn’t the same girl she had been a few weeks ago. She wasn’t the same girl who had called Ric Holt and let him come on her face. She was stronger than that now. She had grown. She was facing her past, coming to terms with who she was and where she had come from. She had real friends now. Before, her only friend was Gretchen, and she still had Gretchen, but her life was filling up with new people, new faces, new friends. There was Chloe of course, and there was Claudia. There was Jason and Luis and the men at the Spanish restaurant. There was Sandra Price. Even Claire Lally felt like a friend. She had gone from being someone who was almost completely alone to someone who had many connections in her life. All of these connections were real.

She’d come a long way since leaving Las Cruces. That was what she kept telling herself. She tried and tried to convince herself that whatever had happened in her childhood, whatever place of desperation and poverty and despair and abuse she had come from, she was finally moving forward. She pictured Jason, his face, his hands, his smooth chest, his muscles.

I’m not a whore, she told herself.

But Wolf’s fingers were going so deep. He was curling them, reaching inside her pussy and rubbing on a spot just inside her, above the vagina. The pleasure was excruciating. Lacey told herself she wasn’t a slut, she told herself that she could resist this pleasure. She wanted to be loyal to Jason. She knew she couldn’t really be loyal, not in the traditional sense. She couldn’t be loyal with her body. But she wanted to at least be loyal with her mind. She wanted to be true to him just as he said he would be true to her.

He had said to her that they could be true to each other even if she was a call girl and she wanted to be. She wanted to be faithful. She didn’t want to be here with this old man’s fingers inside her, forcing their way into her vagina and anus. She wanted to be a good girl. She wanted to be true.

And then she felt it, a sharp, hard, loud slap. It was firm and painful. Wolf had spanked her on the butt with a force that was shocking to her.

She cried out.

“You like it, don’t you?”

She knew she had to do her job. She had to do what Wolf wanted. She had committed to getting this story, to finding out the information that she needed to bring Lally down, and she wasn’t going to give up.

“No,” she said.

Again, a firm, painful slap on the butt. Lacey felt the soft flesh of her butt ripple from the force of the impact.

“No,” she said again.

Again a slap, harder and fiercer than before.

“Please.”

“You’ve been a bad girl.”

“No.”

“You’ve been a filthy slut, Lacey. You’ve been a dirty, filthy, slutty whore.”

“No, I haven’t. I’ve been good.”

The spanks kept coming, landing on the soft, pink flesh of her butt, again and again. It was almost too much to bear. Wolf stopped fingering her but he had already woken all of her sexual senses. He’d opened her up, making her sensitive and vulnerable. Now he was punishing her for it. His open palm came down again and again, pounding on her poor, pink butt like whips on a prisoner’s back.

“Say you like it,” Wolf said.

She still tried to picture Jason. She wanted more than anything else in the world to be true to him. She wanted to be a good girlfriend. She wanted to give herself the chance of a happy life. She wanted her relationship with Jason to last forever and ever.

“No,” she said again.

Wolf reached back with his powerful arm and then rushed forward again, the palm landing so firmly on her butt that it sounded like a whip cracking. The force of it rushed through Lacey’s entire body. She gritted her teeth.

“Say you like it, whore. Admit it, you slutty bitch.”

“No,” she said again. “Never.”

Her eyes filled with tears. She wouldn’t give in to him. She was Jason’s girl, not his. He was just a rich, old man who was too lonely to do anything other than torture this poor young girl who’d fallen into his possession.

“Admit it to me,” Wolf panted. He was practically growling at her now. He was determined to make her say what he wanted. “You’re mine,” he said. “Say it.”

Again, the force of his firm hand pounded on her buttocks, again the overwhelming shock of the impact rushing through every nerve of her body.

“I’m not yours,” she cried.

Tears were running down her face. Her butt was pink and raw. She was gasping for breath as Wolf’s hand kept landing, harder and harder, on her tender skin.

“I’m not going to stop till you admit that you belong to me, you worthless whore.”

Lacey gritted her teeth. She said nothing. Wolf’s hand swung back and rushed forth, over and over for so long that Lacey lost track of the time. Each impact sent a pulse of pain and sensation from the flesh on her ass all the way through her body. With each spank, a fresh insult came from Wolf’s gritted teeth.

“Bitch. Whore. Cunt. Slut.”

Lacey bore it all. She wouldn’t tell him what he wanted to hear. She didn’t care if he spanked her till the sun came up in the morning. She would let him. She knew who she was and she knew which man she belonged to. She was Jason’s girl. She would never admit that she was Wolf’s.