by Cyan
Copyright 2001 by Cyan
All Rights Reserved; No Redistribution.
Steph looked damn good. But she always looked good and the way she smiled when she saw me made it all the better. I sat down and found she'd already ordered my drink. "So how was your day?" she asked.
"Same old work," I said, feeling a little weary.
I briefly sensed a little unexpected uneasiness in Steph's face, but she brightened immediately. "Ready to start job searching?" she said. I'd told her before that I was sometimes on the edge of looking for something different, but I didn't want to think about all that now that we had time to relax. I loved her smile so much.
"Let's talk about something else," I offered.
Again I saw this slight uneasiness in her face and maybe I showed something because suddenly she looked concerned about me. "Um," she said, her voice suddenly subdued, "I'm afraid I have something to tell you."
"Yes?" I said. Steph didn't often have problems so this was a bit unusual and I tried to look my most trustworthy.
She looked down at the table for several seconds, and I quickly realized that something was definitely wrong. When she looked back up at me her eyes glistened. "I have to tell you this," she said, "or I couldn't possibly live with myself."
"What is it?" I said, still trying to be as sympathetic as I could.
"I did something," she said. "You have to believe me that trust is the most important thing to me and I can't lie to you. Do you understand?" she was closer to crying and I had no idea how to deal with this. "I love you, I really do and I'll hate myself forever if I've lost you."
Tears rolled down her cheek. I felt a lump in my throat. "Last night," she said, now her voice hoarse. "At the party, we were all drinking. Nathan was there, you know, from Sales? Always so full of himself? I guess with all the drinking, his blather began to sound good to me, I don't know, and I--did something I shouldn't. I swear I'm not like that and I've never done anything like that before in my life but I had to tell you because how could we trust each other if I lied?" And she broke down in tears.
And I was decidedly uncomfortable, with her crying and all. Steph and Nathan? My heart sank. I put my hand on her shoulder. She lifted her head. "I don't deserve you, I know." With that she lifted her hand and put it on my arm. God I hated the thought but I knew already that that didn't necessarily mean I'd ditch Steph.
She was so pitiful, trying to control her tears. And she probably didn't know how much she meant to me, that I wouldn't have the heart to break it off. Or maybe it was seeing her reaction that kept me from blowing up. "Listen," she said, finally in control again. "If I lose you, I don't know what I'll do. I'm going to tell you something."
She paused and I said nothing. She swallowed. "I swore I'd never tell this to any man until I was married. But this is different. I..."
She paused, as if stumbling on her words and for the life of me I had no idea what she might say. "My parents--they left me well off." I said nothing, amazed that she was bringing up such a thing. "Right now," she added finally, "it's about sixteen million dollars."
My jaw dropped. I certainly knew Steph never seemed low on money but she certainly went to work every day. She attempted a smile. "You see?" she said. "I was going to tell you--later. But I need you and I know it doesn't matter, I know we're right for each other."
Sixteen million. I felt guilty thinking about it, not that I was mentally spending it or anything, just the whole idea that Steph keeping that bottled up. The thought of Nathan ran through my mind again. How could she have seen anything in him? Even if she'd had too much to drink? "You didn't have to tell me that," I said.
"I wanted to. I needed to. You see, I had to show you how much I trust you, I need you. I can't believe what I did last night, I swear all he is to me now is a jerk in need of..." A ringing phone interrupted her and she stopped, getting her phone from her purse. "Hello?" she said.
As I watched, she said nothing, just looked off into space, apparently listening. While still listening she briefly looked back at the front of the restaurant.. "OK," she finally said and closed the phone.
She looked aside, at the wall for a moment. Then she looked in my eyes, her tears gone. "God, I'm sorry about this," she said, looking very serious. "I have to go." Then she grabbed her purse and darted away. At the front of the restaurant I saw her approach a man and they left together. It looked like Nathan.
I was beside myself that night. She didn't call. Finally I tried and got her machine. And she never answered. After a day I checked at her office. They said she'd quit! I couldn't believe it. I sat in my house for night after night trying to figure it out. It was weeks before I saw her again.
It was on the street, we nearly ran into each other. "Oh Hi," she said, looking sheepish.
"Steph, what.."
"God, I'm so sorry. I never thought the--physical--would mean so much to me."
"What? Are you OK?"
"I'm fine. We're going out on his yacht, to Panama for the winter. Goodbye. I'm so sorry." And she sounded it too, but she quickly dashed away, obviously trying to avoid talking to me any longer.
It made me sick, to think of it and once again I was depressed for weeks. What had happened? What had gotten into her? What was I going to do? The money meant nothing: I'd never expected it. Did all this have something to do with that money?
The next time I heard about her there was a knock on my door. It was Nathan, of all people. He smiled. "She'd talk about you, you know," he said "even though she knew she shouldn't. Here." And he handed me a videotape.
And left. I stared after him, then stared down at the tape. I put it down, feeling funny about watching it, whatever it was. I knew it couldn't be right, whatever it might be.
I sat there, staring at the videocassette.
It was about fifteen minutes later that I could stand it no longer and I put it in the VCR. It was Steph, sitting at a table, reading. All she did was read and after a while I determined she was in the cabin of a boat and was reading papers of some kind. Finally she looked up at someone off to the right, showing a brief but uncomfortable smile before she spoke. "I shouldn't even be considering this," she said. "You'll own everything, even what I'm wearing."
"That's true," said Nathan, coming into view, putting his hand on the back of her neck in caressing fashion. "And out here, you're pretty much in my hands, aren't you? And my friend here," he said, indicating of to the left, and the camera immediately moved to show a dark man whose looks and dress made me cringe. "He'd willingly take you off my hands for two hundred thousand dollars, as an investment. And I'd have both that and the money you signed over. But it's like you say, trust is the most important thing."
She laughed mirthlessly.
"Sure, we could get married," he went on. "But this, this will prove that you trust me implicitly. How could there be any doubt? You see?"
She smiled. "You are so crazy. So I sign away my life to you after you've shown me how easy it would be to discard me?"
"It's time to show me," he said. "Do you truly trust me?" She stared at him, looking serious. "As you've told me, you need to trust, to build a real relationship." No, I said to myself. His hand caressed her neck, their eyes locked.
She picked up a pen. No, I screamed inwardly. Taking the papers, looking almost disgusted, she grabbed one and signed it. And another. And more. As she signed them he gathered them up. Finally she signed the last and the table was clear.
"OK, Stephanie," he said, in a quiet but slightly different voice, backing away, "stand up."
Pushing back her chair, she did as he asked.
"Now take off your clothes."
She stared at him, not moving. After a moment, the camera zoomed in. She was crying. When the camera zoomed out, her fingers were on her blouse. Slowly she took it off. As she did so tears streamed and she cried more openly. "All of them," said Nathan. She obeyed. The nasty looking man approached her from behind and pulled her arms back, and I couldn't see what he did but they stayed that way. Then taking her hair he pulled her head back by her hair and put a ball in her mouth, a gag. She stood there, crying. "Adios my Stephanie," came Nathan's voice. The camera simply stayed on her face, sounds and her movements seeming to indicate more was being done to her. Then the picture faded.
A new picture appeared, very bright and sunny. A cloudless sky was over a green grass yard. A woman appeared, an oriental woman looking Japanese. She might have been twenty or so, very attractive in a skirt and blouse. The camera backed up and revealed she was holding leashes, three, and as it backed up more, it became evident that she was walking across the yard leading three women. Three caucasian women, crawling, naked. All had short hair, much shorter than Steph's. But of course that didn't mean...
She led them, crawling behind her. They approached three bowls on the ground. Each of the women approached a bowl and started eating, exactly like a dog. The Japanese woman stood over them, watching. I saw desert in the background, beyond a fence.. Vast, flat desert with no vegetation.
The picture changed. The Japanese woman had just one woman on a leash. She said some foreign word. The crawling woman stood. It was Stephanie. She immediately set her legs about three feet apart and bent forward, her body nearly level with the ground, putting her hands on the back of her neck. She looked very uncomfortable. In the background I saw two figures by the fence, watching. They looked like Arabs. The Japanese woman circled Steph approaching her from behind. She had something which she strapped around herself, over her dress. When she had it on, it was clear that it was a strap-on dildo. She took another dildo in her hand and approaching Steph from behind, she took hold of Steph's hip and pushed the dildo into her. Steph didn't move. The men watched. Then without removing the dildo, the woman came closer to Steph's rear. She positioned the other dildo, the one she was wearing. Then she took both Steph's hips in her hand. Steph didn't move, continued standing in that horribly awkward position. Flexing her muscles, the woman suddenly pushed the second dildo into Steph. I noticed Steph's knees bend slightly, almost as if they were about to buckle. The woman said something again, foreign again. One of the men in the background walked away but the other continued to watch. The Japanese woman drew the dildo part way out, then pushed it back in, then repeated the motion, slowly and rhythmically. Occasionally Steph looked like she would lose her balance but the woman held her tight and she never fell or collapsed. The picture faded out.
That was all there was on the tape.
Cyan Stories
Erotic fiction, sex stories, for erotica lovers.