PLAYING WITH YVETTE:
by Just Another Bloke
CHAPTER 2:
Yvette looked good and smelt good when she came in the next day to
collect her photos. She was dressed in her characteristically conservative
style: Knee length grey skirt and a white long-sleeved blouse with a lace
bodice. Her tits looked quite large and shapely, hidden beneath her
blouse. But the blouse was made of a thick cotton material; Yvette was
not the sort of woman who wore anything which afforded a glimpse of
her bra cups or straps. She was feminine, but not really sexy. Not
dressed like that anyway. She had that 'Frigid, and proud of it.' look
about her that many women have. But I knew from the photos that Yvette
was anything but a frigid woman.
" I need to speak to you for a moment Yvette." I said in a serious voice.
She looked at me curiously. I just smiled warmly and gestured towards
the door to the back of the shop. She was somewhat reluctant to go out
the back with me. She looked at me suspiciously and said: " I'm sure
whatever it is you have to say can be said out here."
I really didn't care for the tone of her voice or the expression on her face.
But I smiled at her again and said: " Okay Yvette, I'm sure you'd rather
discuss this in my office, but we'll do it out here."
Yvette saw herself as a woman very much in control, " Look, what's this
all about." She wasn't frightened of me yet, or even concerned with what
I had to say, just annoyed.
" Well Yvette." I said casually." We don't know each other very well but I
do know what you want to do. You want to lift up your skirt, pull down
your panties and beg me to spank your bare arse."
I kept waiting for her to interrupt me but she didn't. Her jaw dropped and
her eyes bulged but she didn't say anything. Even when I'd finished my
little speech it was several seconds before she convinced herself that I'd
actually said what I did. When her brain finally kicked in she just laughed
nervously and said: " Is this some sort of joke?" Great come-back Yvette.
Then she turned toward the door, mumbled: "Creep..." And started
laughing and muttering away to herself again. She was just about at the
door and still laughing and mumbling away when I said:" Have you still
got the red dildo Yvette?"
It was like the dumb bitch had walked into a brick wall. She just froze on
the spot. I couldn't see her face but I knew what she was thinking. " The
Photos? What happened to the photos?" Her shoulders slumped as she
remembered her little stint in front of the camera and finally figured out
what had happened to the photos.
" That's quite a large lump of plastic you can accommodate." I said as
I spread them over the counter. " It looks like you're cumming in this one,
and as for these two....." She wasn't laughing anymore as she rushed
over and grabbed at the photos. She was quite flustered.
She became even more flustered when she heard the door to the shop
open. She had a look of absolute horror in her eyes. She quickly shoved
the photos into her purse and glared at me. I grabbed another set of the
photos from under the work bench behind me. " Don't fucking touch
them bitch." I said quietly as I put them face-down on the counter. " Now
don't you wish we'd done this in my office like I suggested. You need to
learn to do as you're told Yvette."
An elderly woman with that stupid Blue hair came into the shop and
made her way slowly up to the counter. Yvette was looking more and
more flustered. I was going to offer her a glass of water but the old
woman butted in. She had a roll of film she wanted developed. I don't
believe in God, but I prayed that her photos weren't similar to Yvette's.
Yvette's eyes darted from me to the old woman, to the photos on the
counter and then back to me again. She looked like she was going to wet
herself: "Now there's a thought." I said to myself.
Eventually the old woman who smelt like moth-balls made her way to the
door and out of the shop. I threw her roll of film into a tray; Rachael
could take care of those when she came in at 12.00. Rachael's a skinny
slut with long dark hair who works for me. She's next to useless
developing film, but she's very good at sucking cock.
" Look you sick bastard..." Yvette growled at me.
" Shut up Yvette." I said, turning her pictures over and spreading them
across the counter again. I thought she had wet herself this time. " We'll
discuss this in my office."
Yvette grabbed the photos off the counter and stuffed them into her
purse with the others. I'm sure she was wondering and worried about
how many copies there were. She had every reason to be worried.
She stormed down the corridor after me, my office is to the right, the
Entertainment room is to the left. Yvette wasn't ready to see the room
on the left, yet.
Women seem to be impressed by a guy with an impressive office, so I'd
spent a of lot money making my office very impressive. It's quite large,
about 30'x20' with thick plush grey carpet, high tech modern furniture
and lighting. Each wall features very erotic non-nude photos of women
I've taken over the years. And the 'impressive office' thing seems to
work, particularly with pretty young women keen to do well in their job
interview. Yvette was obviously not impressed though. Especially when
she saw the 24" X 24" framed photo of her with her big red dildo up her
big went cunt hanging on the wall behind my desk.
" You can't do this. I don't know what sort of sicko you are but you can't
do this." She was really getting herself worked up. She wasn't the same
cool aloof Yvette who had strutted into the shop a few minutes earlier.
She had her little tantrum and then just stood there trying to look
disgusted at me, but her feigned disgust couldn't mask her fear. I knew
she was waiting for me to say something, so I just sat in the chair behind
my desk and watched as tears began to swell in her eyes.
" You can't do this...."
" You've already said that Yvette. "
" I want any copies you made and the negatives do you understand? I
want that picture taken down now. I don't know what the hell you think
you're up to but if you don't give them to me I'll......."
" This'll be good." I thought to myself as I waited to see what the: " I'll "
was, but poor Yvette couldn't seem to think of anything for a while. Then
suddenly she said: " I'll call the police." Her tone was far more nervous
than threatening.
" And tell them what?"
" I'll tell them what you're doing, that you're trying to blackmail me!"
" I'm sure you'll have the full attention of the guys down at the station
when you show them your photos Yvette. They'll make copies for their
files of course, and get all your personal details; and I'm sure they'll feel
your case requires them to consult with a lot of officers down there. But
apart from that Yvette, what are they going to do?"
There was a long silence as Yvette tried desperately to think of
something to intimidate me with. Eventually she looked at me with a
vacant expression on her face. " What do you want?" I hadn't won yet,
her eyes were still filled with anger and defiance but it wouldn't take long
now.
" There are eleven photos in all. I'm giving you all the copies and the
negatives of these six as a gesture of good will on my part." I passed her
an envelope with the five close-ups of her cunt. Without a clear shot of
her face in them they were of no use to me. Yvette didn't seem to like her
photos.
" If you want the others you'll have to earn them. You already know
what you have to do to earn the first one." Her face twitched nervously
at the thought of it. I could see she was still trying to comprehend what
was happening, trying to think of a way out of it. So I showed her some
12 X 10s of the other five photos, just to help clarify our relative
positions on the matter. Seeing the last two again upset her the most.
Her eyes betrayed the sense of guilt and shame that consumed her. She
obviously didn't know that there were pictures of her doing that. " Whose
the 'sicko' Yvette?" I asked softly.
She shot me a glare of pure hatred. I just stared back until her false
bravado slowly ebbed away. She lowered her eyes to the floor in defeat
and I said:" If you don't do what I tell you to, then you'll find these photos
turning up in all sorts of places. Friends, family, neighbours; the notice
board at the school where you work, you know the sort of thing I mean.
And I'll send them off to some of the more popular nude pic sites on the
Internet, and those magazines that have "Amateur" sections would just
love what you can do with that big red thing. And as for what you're doing
in these two...."
" What is it you expect me to do?" Her voice was soft, but venomous.
" Whatever I fucking tell you to Yvette." Not a particularly specific answer
I know, but I wasn't exactly sure what I wanted to do with her yet.
I gave Yvette a few seconds to think about what I'd said before I
continued. I just about had her. I knew she was still desperately trying to
think of a way out of it, so I decided to give her time to think.
" There's a cafe across the road, go and get yourself a cup of coffee and
have a think about it. If you're not back in an hour, I'll know you've
decided to be a dumb bitch about this."
I've got an ultra-modern looking hour glass on my desk that I bought on a
recent trip to Bangkok. The things those Tai women will do for a few
dollars. I turned it over and said: " Do you watch 'Days of our Lives'
Yvette?" I was just trying to lighten things up a bit. But Yvette just stood
there staring at the floor, a few tears beginning to run down her pretty
little cheeks.
I spread 12 X10s of each of the five photos across my desk, eased
myself out of my chair and walked around the desk and stood behind
her. I felt her cringe as I put my hand on her shoulder.
" You'll be my slut Yvette." I said softly. "You'll be whatever I want you to
be and do whatever I want you to do. You'll be the woman in those
photos. Look at the photos Yvette. Look how wet your cunt is, how stiff
your nipples are. Look at the expressions on your face. That's the woman
you will be when you're with me, and you'll do whatever I tell you to."
"Now go Yvette. You've got exactly one hour." She had turned decidedly
pale and it seemed like her whole body was trembling. " Leave your
panties on the desk Yvette." That seemed to surprise her, she looked at
me with an incredibly dumb look on her face. " This isn't a complicated
concept Yvette. Take your fucking panties off and leave them on my
desk! Sluts like you don't wear panties." She flinched when I called her a
slut, Yvette didn't like being called a slut.
What I was instructing her to do was not a significant act in itself, but it
was a gesture, a symbolic act of submission. One I gave her no time to
think about, her reaction would be spontaneous, instinctive. I was
curious to see how Yvette would respond.
She hesitated for an instant, then bit nervously on her bottom lip as she
reached up under her skirt and slid her panties down her legs. Her hands
were shaking as she put them on my desk.
I'd expected her panties to be big cotton things with Teddy-Bears on
them, but they weren't. She'd worn bright red G-String panties that day,
which in itself was an interesting insight into the woman called Yvette.
" Go. And for your sake, I hope you're back in an hour." She made sure
our eyes never met as she scurried from my office and out onto the
street. She had always come across as just another stuck-up-bitch, but
I'd credited her with being reasonably intelligent for a woman, I was
surprised she hadn't tried to buy me off.
Yvette had an hour to ponder her options. An hour to prepare herself for
the inevitable, to think about what I was going to do to her. Yvette's
submission would be much more enjoyable knowing it was a considered
decision. I didn't want her to rush into it, to still be trying to think of a way
out while I was playing with her.
I'd enjoyed talking with Yvette, but I had a sudden urge to fill a womans
mouth with cum. But not Yvette's mouth, not yet anyway. I was fucking a
woman called Kim at the time. Early thirties, slim, reasonably attractive,
long black hair, married, and into everything. But Kim was a slut. She
was too easy. There is no sense of having accomplished anything fucking
women like Kim, or doing things to them. Yvette was much more my
type, although I doubt she'd ever considered me her type, but Kim would
do for now.
I called her at the Building Society a few blocks up the street where she
worked. There's no challenge in fucking women like Kim, but it's
convenient having sluts like her around. It was mid-morning, but Kim
was in my office with-in 10 minutes of my call. I don't know how she got
away from work, but she always did. Sluts like her always seem to find a
way. I'm sure Kim is very familiar with the taste of her bosses cum.
She was standing outside the shop, tapping on the window, trying to see
inside. She looked nice in her uniform: Respectable length navy-blue
skirt, white blouse, blue vest, and black stockings and heels.
" What took you so long?." I said as I opened the door and then locked it
again behind her. " I'm sorry, I came as soon as I could." She said
anxiously, following along behind me as I headed for my office. I think
she sensed I was getting bored with her.
" I've got a present for you." I said, gesturing at Yvette's panties on my
desk, a pretty little scrunched up ball of silk and lace. Kim licked her lips
nervously, her eyes had that look in them. She bent down and tenderly
picked up Yvette's panties.
"Whose are they?" Her voice was low and breathless as she lifted the
panties to her face and breathed in Yvette's scent.
"Hers." I said, gesturing at the picture of Yvette on the wall. Kim's face
burned with passion. " I know her." Kim said, her voice trembling. "
That's Yvette, she banks with us. She's a stuck-up fucking bitch." She
closed her eyes and ran Yvette's panties across her lips. " What did you
do to her? The crotch is soaked."
" Call it nervous excitement." I said smiling. " You're mouth has a use
Kim, and it isn't for talking." I sat in my chair behind my desk and
watched Kim quickly peel off her clothes and kneel between my legs
wearing just her stockings and shoes, Yvette's panties scrunched tightly
in her hand.
She undid my zipper, gently took out my cock and wrapped her lips
around it. She asked me if she could play with herself while she sucked
me off. I said no. I didn't want her distracted from what she was doing.
Kim gives great head, there's no substitute for experience I guess, and
my cum was soon filling her mouth and running down the back of her
throat. Like all sluts, Kim loves the taste of cum. Her eyes were on fire as
she swallowed every drop of what I'd deposited in her mouth.
" Can I play with myself now?" She asked, her voice filled with
desperation as she licked the last few drops of my cum off her lips.
" Yeah, but hurry up, I've got things to do." Kim threw herself onto the
floor, licked her fingers, spread her legs and started fingering her wet
cunt with one hand, and rubbing her face with Yvette's panties. One thing
about sluts like Kim, they know what they want, and they do whatever it
takes to get what they want.
" She was so wet." Kim panted. " The slut's panties are soaked." Kim
came with Yvette's panties in her mouth, three fingers up her cunt and
one finger up her arse. She thrashed around on the floor screaming out
Yvette's name. She came like the slut that she is.
I stood up and headed for the bathroom as Kim's orgasm subsided.
" Don't waste that." Kim said standing in the doorway to the bathroom,
her face still filled with lust. She knelt beside me, held my soft cock to
her mouth, then tilted her head back just as my warm piss began filling
her mouth. She didn't spill a drop, she never did. I laughed to myself at
the thought of Kim's dickhead husband kissing her hello when she got
home from work that night.
When I was finished, she cleaned my cock with her tongue and looked up
at me and asked if there was anything else she could do for me. She was
still playing with herself, she was still horny; she was always horny. " No,
not now, but later. I want you back here at 1.00."
I stepped around her and walked over to the basin to freshen up. Kim
knew not to say anymore. She knew I was finished with her for now, and
she knew when I wanted her again. She was gone when I came back out
into my office, so too were Yvette's panties.
