J. Watson: Sister's Rape Lesson

“Sit down, Tracy,” Maggie said. “How’d you do?”

“Not so good,” Tracy shrugged.

Maggie frowned.

“I told you. Listen, if you want a good job in this city you have to be nice to the right people.” Tracy thought about what her sister said. Maggie had an office of her own. She looked healthy and in good spirits. Her words had some wisdom. Tracy would be an old lady before she got a job in this town.

“I can get you a few minutes with Gary,” Maggie said. “One more try.”

“What would I have to do?” Tracy asked.

“Anything he wants.”

“God,” Tracy said. “I don’t know if I can go through with something like that. It’s so cold-blooded.”

“You get used to it,” Maggie said. “Should I pick up the phone?”

Tracy looked down at the floor. She could feel herself blushing red under her sister’s direct gaze. She wondered what her sister would say if Maggie knew she was a virgin. A virgin. The sound of the word seemed odd in this day and time. She tried to look at things realistically. A girl couldn’t keep it forever, could she?

“Yes,” Tracy said in a whisper.

“Good girl,” Maggie said. “But don’t mess it up again or I’ll never get you another interview.”

Tracy waited about fifteen minutes while Maggie got through to Gary Hudson. It took another fifteen minutes for Maggie to convince Gary to see Tracy again. Tracy was amazed at the sound of Maggie’s voice changing when she talked to Gary. Her voice had been businesslike but now it was sweet, low and sexy, promising things in the tone. Maggie finally hung up the phone.

“He’ll see you,” Maggie said. “Please don’t mess it up this time.”

“I’ll try not to,” Tracy said.

“Just do any damn thing he wants,” Maggie said. “No matter how far out.”

“I’ll try,” Tracy said again.

“Just do it,” Maggie said.

Tracy felt as if she were walking through the room naked as she walked to Gary’s office. She could feel a hundred eyes on her. She knew how a lamb felt being led to the slaughter.

She knocked and his voice said come in.

It was exactly as it was yesterday. He waved her to a seat while he finished some papers. Then he looked up. This time he didn’t smile at her.

“So you came back,” he said.

“Yes,” she said.

“Back to me and my filthy job,” he said. “You know you made me angry yesterday.”

“I’m sorry,” she said.

“You should be,” he said. “There are hundreds of better-looking girls begging me for jobs. I only met with you because of Maggie. I’m only meeting with you today because of Maggie.”

“I appreciate it,” she said.

She met his eyes and looked away. She felt a nervous shiver of apprehension go up her spine. His eyes were lustful. He was looking at her the way the boys on the street corner back home had often looked at her.

“I’ve got no time for games,” he said. “Strip down. Let’s see what you look like.”

She closed her eyes tightly. She kept telling herself that it was all a bad dream. This couldn’t be happening to her. She wasn’t really in a man’s office getting ready to take off her clothes to allow him the use of her body.

But she was. She still felt his hard eyes on her.

“Hurry up, damn it,” he said. “I haven’t got all day.”

She stood up. With nervous fingers she unbuttoned the front of her blouse. She had chosen to wear a frilly black bra that morning and now she was sorry she had, for the bra uplifted her tits and showed off plenty of pink flesh above her bra top.

“Goddamn,” Gary whispered softly. “With titties like those you’re going to go far in this town.”

It was just too disgusting. She couldn’t stand it any longer. She grabbed her blouse and started buttoning it back up as she started for the door.

Tears stung her eyes and dimmed her vision.

“Where are you going this time?” Gary asked angrily.

He was such a vulgar man. His eyes were vulgar, his speech was vulgar, even the expensive-looking suits he wore had a vulgar air. She wouldn’t stay and be insulted by this man. She wouldn’t allow him to do anything to her.

She reached for the door, handle but it turned by itself. Maggie opened the door and gave her a shove back into the room. Tracy watched unbelieving as Maggie closed and locked the door and then stood with her back against it.

“I thought you might try running out,” Maggie said. “Well it’s no good. You have to stay and face the music.”

“I can’t,” Tracy said.

“You will,” Maggie said. “Because you’re not leaving this room until he’s finished with you.”

“You can’t mean that,” Tracy said.

“I do mean it, though,” Maggie said. “You’re not leaving until he’s done with you.”

Tracy thought about rushing her sister and jerking her out of the way but she gave up that idea quickly. Maggie had always been the strong one and Tracy didn’t like the look in Maggie’s eyes. There was a hard glint there and that meant Maggie might actually enjoy fighting with Tracy.

Tracy backed up until she was in the center of the room again.

“Please don’t do this,” Tracy begged her sister. “Take your clothes off,” Maggie said. “Take your clothes off and show him your body.”

There was no mercy in Maggie’s face. Tracy shrugged her shoulders and slipped out of the blouse once more. She reached behind her back and unsnapped the bra. It was hard to raise her shoulders and slip the bra off. She could feel her heart beating faster than it ever bad before. She dropped the bra to the floor.

“Goddamn,” Gary said softly. “A beautiful pair. Simply beautiful.”

“They are nice,” Maggie admitted. “Now the rest of your clothes.”

“Please,” Tracy tried again.

“Do it!” Maggie commanded.

Slowly, nervously, Tracy unzipped her skirt and pulled it off. She kicked off her shoes and hose and then peeled off her red panties. She put her hand in front of her pussy as she felt Gary’s hot eyes devouring her.

“Move your hand, Goddamn it,” Gary said.

She removed her hand. She allowed him to take his fill of her flawless body, still covered by the pink blush of innocence. She shivered as she saw him lick his lips.

“Goddamn,” Gary said. “You’re really giving me a hard-on. Come over here.”

She didn’t want to go behind the desk but Maggie gave her a shove in the small of her back. She found herself walking toward him. She walked around the corner of the desk and stood in front of him.

He put one hot hand on her thigh. He didn’t caress her. He simply left his hand there as if he were loving the feel of her flesh.

“You’ve got a beautiful body,” he said. “Such proud, soft titties. And your sweet pussy. Such a sweet, sweet pussy. I bet it tastes like honey.”

She jumped as he suddenly bent his head and pressed his face to her pussy. She felt his wet tongue licking at her thighs.

She couldn’t stand it. She had to back away from him. He gave her a hurt look, but then he shrugged his shoulders. He took off his tie and unbuttoned the top of his shin. She felt her heart start hammering again as he unbuttoned the stiff shin he wore.

“That’s all right,” he said softly. “I’ll teach you how to love to have your pussy eaten. But first my cock has to sample some of your goods.”

“Oh God,” she said.

There was no way out for her. Maggie guarded the door and Tracy knew her sister would never allow her to pass. She could scream but then people would come rushing in and she’d die of humiliation.

There was simply nothing to do but watch as he stripped off his clothes. He got down to his shorts and she saw the hard bulge there. She had seen pictures of cocks before but they had never been hard.