Neil Forit - Lust Takes A Holiday

Dinah closed her eyes tightly shut as her body trembled with strange sensations. She knew the photos were lewd and disgusting, but somehow they were making her loins and belly churn, sending charges of excitement to the farthest reaches of her fingertips. It was almost as though Fred and she were in bed together making love.

I can't look at these, she told herself, trying to avert her eyes. Her conscience screamed at her, telling her to throw the photos away, but her hands merely trembled, as though locked in some sort of weird paralysis. She glanced up at the door to see if anyone might be coming, but it was safe, and though she knew it was wrong, continued to hurriedly flip through the rest. The lewd vile positions that she saw filled her with loathing and quivering excitement at the same time. The woman was contorted in strange positions, sometimes being violated by two and three men. God, it was sick. Who in the world would keep photos like this in his desk? Had the former secretary been some sort of pervert or had Ralph Tomley planted these photos there, as a strange practical joke? If so, he certainly had an offbeat sense of humor, and he was a man she would always have to be on her guard against.

The last photo was the most shocking, and she dwelled on it longer than the others. It showed the woman with her legs spread wide on the bed, her head tilted back, and a rapturous expression on her face. Her fingers were lodged tightly inside her vagina as she attempted to satisfy herself without a man, and for some reason Dinah found this spectacle more perverted than the others.

It was a good thing there was no one in the office at the moment, because she could feel her excitement mounting by the second.

Mesmerized by the lewd photographs, she found her hand involuntarily moving up toward her left breast. She began squeezing it in a gentle sensual rhythm until her nipple swelled in response, and then, though she hardly knew what she was doing, her free hand slipped under her skirt and up in between her thighs so that her fingertips were brushing tantalizingly against her silken panty crotchband. Trembling with anticipation, she slipped the legband aside and made contact with her finger against her slightly moistened cunt lips. My God, what am I doing? she suddenly said to herself as she realized what was happening.

She had been so carried away that she was unconsciously mimicking the action of the woman in the last snapshot.

Abruptly she sat straight in her chair and came to again, having heard noises in the outside hallway. Fortunately, no one seemed headed toward the office, and she breathed a sigh of relief. Thank God she'd caught herself. There was no telling what she might have done. Shuddering at the depraved horror of what had almost happened, she gathered up the photographs once again, slipped them back in the envelope, and once the envelope was in the drawer, slammed it tightly shut. Perhaps Fred had been right after all. Perhaps she should have just contented herself with staying at home and being a good wife.

An hour or so later the director returned with a man who identified himself as an executive with a large philanthropic foundation, a foundation which had supplied a good deal of money to the Benton Research Center to finance its scientific projects. By now she'd finished the letters Tomley had requested her to do and had managed to still the unaccustomed sexual sensations that had welled inside her as she viewed the lewd photographs.

During the wait for his return she'd asked herself over and over again whether she should bring up anything concerning the photos, but after a long battle with her conscience had come to the conclusion that it was better not to. Tomley might just laugh at her, and even worse, word might somehow spread through the office grapevine to her husband.

In fact, she'd even resolved not to tell Fred about what she'd discovered. The way he was acting lately, he might even probe her on the subject and then suggest they try to duplicate some of the poses she'd seen. No, she wouldn't put it past him at all. This was one incident she was going to keep entirely to herself…

The man from the foundation and Tomley had seated themselves around his desk and began their conversation in low tones, which led Dinah to think that maybe they wanted to speak privately.

"Excuse me, Dr. Tomley," she said politely, spinning around in her swivel chair. "Would you like me to come back in a couple of minutes?"

The director looked up at her, a wide grin crossing his face. "Why don't you go down to the canteen and bring a couple of cups of coffee back?" he said jovially, winking at her.

"Yes, sir," Dinah replied, embarrassed at being reduced to the status of a servant. Why did she have to get coffee just because she was a woman? Well, she couldn't protest about it now in the presence of a visitor on her first day on the job, but she was determined to mention it sometime to the arrogant scientist.

The canteen, which was down the corridor, was actually a cluster of vending machines, and five minutes later, Dinah returned with two plastic containers of coffee. Just as she was about to tap on the door with her foot, she could hear loud guffaws booming inside the office.

The laughter was raucous, almost as if the two men had been exchanging dirty jokes, and motivated by curiosity, she lingered outside the door trying to overhear what they were saying. The more she knew about Ralph Tomley, the better it would be, she told herself. He was certainly a strange individual who seemed to have multiple sides to his personality.

"So what happened then?" she heard Tomley bellowing with delight. The voice broke into loud chuckles, then continued. "No, I can't believe it."

"Ralph, you know I wouldn't tell you a lie," the other man cackled.

"Hell, I walked right in on them. He had that hot little bitch spread right out on the floor of his office, and by God was he giving it to her. He was fucking her like a stallion. Right during office hours with me standing there looking at the both of them."

"Well, it looks like you people have some fun up there in New York, but I still say it can't compare to down here. Hell, I had two new researchers in here sucking me off just last week-right here in my office."

"Chrissake, Ralph, you don't slow down at all," the other man laughed loudly.

Dinah's eyes were wide with disgust and horror. So Tomley really was a lecher after all, the proof being in what she'd just heard. And the other man-a representative of a philanthropic foundation-was no better. They were both vile, lewd people laughing and guffawing at incredibly sick things. What was the world coming to anyway? Her mind was made up now, for no matter how important the idea of having a job was to her, she just couldn't stay here any longer.

In fact, she didn't even want to face those two men at all now, or even later. She just couldn't walk in and pretend that she hadn't heard anything, pretend that she was just a dumb secretary who should be content with serving coffee and not keeping her ears open at all.

Just as she was about to turn away from the door, however, she could hear the director's voice again.

"Hell," he snorted. "People think scientific research institutes are dull sterile places. If they could ever see what goes on here at Benton, they'd sure as hell change their minds quick. Those young broads with their Master's degrees are the horniest females I've ever seen."

"Ralph, you make me envious," the other man said, and once again the voices in the room broke out into a chorus of laughter.

"Come to think of it, Bill. It's not only our budding young female scientists who turn me on. Hell, I just hired a young secretary today, and damn, you should see her body. She's built like a brick shithouse, but she's as uptight as they come. She'll come around, though. Believe me. It'll take a little bit of work but she'll come around just like they all do."