Nathan Silvers - In a dungeon down and dirty

"Yes, I'm glad you like my qualifications," Melinda Davidson said, smiling at Hugh Mason. "I came out nearly at the top of my class."

She crossed her long legs, making sure he caught a glimpse of her black stocking tops and a hint of the lovely white skin above them.

Hugh put Melinda's resume on the desk and looked at her closely. "So, how do you like being a dental assistant?"

"Oh, I love it!" Melinda enthused, playing with the top button of her blouse, making sure he could see the lacy top of her bra. "I love working so close to dentists, you know, to professional men."

She crossed her legs again, being even more blatant this time. Normally the combination of her tight little leather skirt, silt up the thigh, the black stockings and her endless legs would have had any man slobbering with lust to get at her. But Hugh was different. She played with her blouse button once more.

"Okay, then," Hugh said, leaning back in the chair, as he took in the delicious curves of Melinda's body. "Why do you think I should hire you rather than any of the other girls who have come for the job?"

Melinda hesitated for a moment. When he saw the full effect of her legs and tits, he would knuckle under like they all had. So she stood up.

"Well, I think I have some extra things that might make you want to hire me." She walked slowly over to his desk.

From her lovely beautiful face to her large firm tits and long legs, she had driven more than one man crazy to get into her pants. She always wore tight, uplift bras for interviews, bras that barely concealed her tits. And she always wore stockings when she wanted to lead men on, usually black, often mesh, as now.

She swayed up to Hugh's desk in her black, six-inch high heels, smiling invitingly at him.

"I think I have some things that might make you want to employ me." She slid her hands over the front of her tight black leather skirt. Very slowly she eased the hem up, showing her stocking tops, then the creamy whites of her thighs and finally the tight black crotch of her panties and the swell of her pussy-mound.

Hugh sat there and followed the line of the skirt hem with his eyes, his face breaking slightly into a mocking grin.

"Yes," he said at last as Melinda started to ease the hem of her skirt down, "I can see you have some powerful arguments there."

"Then I'll be hearing from you soon," Melinda said, going back to the chair and picking her purse up.

"Yes, you'll be hearing from me soon."

Melinda left his office and headed for the nearest phone, confident that she had got another victim on the hook. She dialed Hugh's number.

"Oh, hi, Doctor Mason," Melinda sighed. "It's me, Melinda Davidson. I have something I think you ought to hear."

She switched on the tape recorder she'd hidden in her purse and played back their conversation over the phone.

"Just think what the ethics committee would say about that," she said.

There was a short silence.

"What do you want?"

"Oh, say, ten thousand."

"You nasty little bitch!" Hugh spat.

"Naughty, naughty, bad words make it twenty thousand," Melinda chided.

"All right," he said at last. "Where do I meet you?"

"How about Fifth and Main?" It was one of the busiest crossroads in town.

"Okay," he said levelly. "What time?"

"Oh, say, eight tonight?" Melinda whispered.

"Okay, I'll be in…"

"A BMW, I know," Melinda interrupted. She put the phone down, feeling very pleased with herself. This was the eleventh time she'd pulled the scam, and each time it got better. Go for the job, flash her tits and legs. Get the poor dentist panting over her, saying indiscreet things, and she had him. Rather than face an ethics committee, not to mention their wives, they all paid up. The more indiscreet they were, the more they paid – those disgusting creatures who always wanted sex, who wanted to push their horrible cocks into her innocent little pussy. Some of them even wanted to push their cocks into her mouth! It was all so disgusting, and Melinda loved making them pay.

Exactly on the dot of eight, the BMW pulled to the curb.

Melinda walked up as Hugh opened the passenger door.

"I'm glad we understand each other," Melinda purred, reaching for the briefcase beside Hugh.

"The tape," he said, holding the case in one hand.

"Oh, sure," Melinda said, reaching into her purse.

Then things went wrong.

"Come on, honey, move over. There's room," said a woman's voice.

Melinda was pushed into the car and the woman was in beside her before she could even gasp. The car took off.

"What is this!" Melinda demanded.

"You just shut the fuck up or you'll be in the back, on the floor," the woman said.

"And who says?" Melinda demanded, too angry to notice her danger.

"We do," a than said, sitting up in the back seat.

"Who are you?" Melinda screamed. "I'm Richard, Hugh's attorney. We wanna discuss this deal you made."

Melinda was getting uncomfortable. The woman beside her smiled, her soft, rather lovely face looked almost mocking, like Hugh's.

"Did I do good, darling?" she asked. "You did just great!" Hugh said, turning the car onto the freeway.

"Where are you taking me!" Melinda demanded, twisting around, sudden flashes of fear rushing over her.

"We're gonna discuss the deal you wanna make with me," Hugh said.

"You can't do this," Melinda gasped, starting to tremble.

"Tell that to my attorney. He says we've got a great case against you. Enticement, wasn't that it, Richard?"

"Sure was," Richard replied. "And I checked, honey, you used the same scam before, right?"

"I-I don't know what you're talking about."

"Oh? How about Jack Kinsiki in Cleveland? Marvin Jalowitz in Chicago?"

Melinda felt as if her breath was being taken away.

"So you know what we're talking about," Richard said.

Melinda trembled. She cursed herself.

"Into the back!" Hugh snapped.

"What?" Melinda said, then shrieked as the woman gripped her leg.

Richard grabbed her shoulders, and Melinda was hauled over the back of the seat. She screamed and struggled, but suddenly there were handcuffs on her wrists. Before she could gasp, a blindfold was over her eyes and she was being pushed to the floor.

"Scream and I'll gag you as well," Richard threatened.

Melinda was too terrified to do anything. She crouched on the floor, wondering desperately where they were going.

It took under an hour, but they were well outside the city when the car stopped. The air was fresh on Melinda's face and there was gravel under her feet. Somewhere to her right two dogs were barking loudly and she trembled again.

She was pushed down a flight of steps, then the cuffs and blindfold were taken off. The light was dim, but more than bright enough for Melinda to see. She shrieked in panic.

The place looked like a dungeon. There were racks holding whips and chains on the walls, a horizontal wheel in the middle of the floor, and bars, ropes and other torture instruments all over the place. Against the opposite wall was an enormous four-poster bed with a canopy over it.

"What are you doing, let me go!" Melinda screamed, then turned to run.

The heavy door slammed and Melinda was trapped. She held her hand to her mouth and backed up to the wall, sobbing in desperation.

"Well, hi, honey," the woman said, coming up to Melinda and sliding her hand over her shoulders. "You came on to my husband, you know that? I'm Jacqueline, his wife."

"I'm sorry, sorry!" Melinda sobbed. "I didn't mean to do it, I wasn't trying to, you know, get him into bed! Just let me go, please! I won't tell anybody!"

"Oh, the fuck with that," Jacqueline said softly, sliding her fingers over the front of Melinda's blouse. "You came on to my husband. You promised to fuck him. You gotta fuck him, honey. And me. And Richard. You gotta be good to a man, honey, you gotta learn that."