The girl smiled at him and held out her hand. “My name is Sal,” she told him. “The agency sent me.”
Bill opened his mouth to speak but found words difficult to come by.
“You wanted an audio typist?”
“Y…yes.”
She smiled at him.
“I…I was wanting someone older actually,” he told her. “I did tell them that.”
The girl looked disgruntled.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to offend. The…the work I do requires someone of maturity.”
She looked puzzled.
“Didn’t they tell you what the work involved?”
She shrugged her shoulders. “They just said that you were a writer and wanted someone to type dictation.”
Bill stood aside to let her in. The neighbour’s curtains opposite him were twitching. She was a nosy old bitch and the village gossip. He didn’t want her knowing his business.
“Come in,” he invited.
He looked her up and down as she brushed past him. Her perfume excited his nostrils but her tight woollen top accentuating her breasts and the shortish flared skirt showing long shapely legs excited him even more. He guided her down the hallway and into his study and pointed to a chair in front of a small coffee table. As she sat down he pulled up a chair and sat opposite her.
“I write erotica.”
Her eyes widened, showing off their beautiful hazel hue.
“Sorry to shock you.”
She shook her head. “No…no, that’s quite alright.”
“Some of the stuff I write can be pretty… well, adult,” he told her. “That’s why I wanted someone older. Someone who… well let’s say wouldn’t be shocked or offended.”
She gave a faint smile. “I…I wouldn’t be offended,” she told him. “I mean, I…”
“I think I know what you are trying to say,” he interrupted. “Even though you are, shall we say, young and inexperienced, it probably wouldn’t shock you.”
She smiled again and nodded.
“Truth is,” he said.” I would probably be more embarrassed dictating explicit content for you to work on than you would be typing it.”
“I would still like to give it a go,” she told him. “I am not long out of secretarial college and I really could do with the money as well as the experience. Employers these days always want experience and yet they never seem to want to give anyone a chance to get the experience in the first place.”
Her legs shifted slightly giving him the chance to see more thigh. Though clad in thick black material, it didn’t stop him from mentally stripping her tights off.
“Okay then,” he told her, “I’ll let you give it a go.”
Bill spent the next quarter of an hour showing her his computer system as well as his neat pile of tapes, clearly numbered and dated. He also showed her around the cloakroom and kitchen. After he had made her a coffee he left her to settle down to type. He watched her pull the headphones around her ears and then withdrew from the room with his Dictaphone.
He felt guilty. He also felt a little ashamed. Writing erotic stories had never really bothered him before. He had a vivid imagination and was a former English teacher; he had also been fortunate enough to have had some pleasant sexual experiences over the years. And although some of his newest work was based purely on fantasy, he had been around a few erotic sites on the internet to glean information for his stories. Typing, though, was not his forte. He had been lucky enough to find a suitable woman from a local employment agency. She had been a few years older than him and she was quite broadminded. Though they had never discussed their sexual experiences, he felt certain that she had been round the block a few times on that score.
He felt guilty and ashamed now though. His usual typist had a family emergency in Eire and she had to leave. Sal had been sent as her replacement. A girl of around the same age as his own daughter was now typing out effusions from his filthy mind. Girls of her age looked up men of his age as being decent and respectable. He certainly wasn’t anything like that.
He tried to continue with the next part of his story but he just couldn’t stir his mind to get into that erotic zone from which his stories flowed. He gave up trying and went to the kitchen to get another coffee. A few minutes later she appeared in the doorway.
“Everything okay?”
Her face looked a little flushed.
“Would you like me to print off what I have typed so far for you to look at?”
Normally he would just read from the screen and would not print anything off until he was completely satisfied.
“Yes, why not?”
She returned a few minutes later with a handful of papers and handed them to him. He glanced up at her and then began to read silently to himself.
‘The blindfolded girl stood in the centre of the room. Her hands were raised high above her head bound together with rope. The rope was hung over a cross beam with the other end of it tied to a large metal hook in the wall behind her. Though fully clothed, she knew that she wouldn’t be staying that way for very long. There were men in the room with her. She couldn’t see them. She didn’t know them and she didn’t even know how many were there with her but she knew they were there. She could feel their presence. She could feel them looking at her; leering at her. She could sense their erections too. Hard, thick cocks waiting for her; waiting to get at her. Waiting to take pleasure from her body. She could also hear them. Their breathing was heavy; noisy with excitement. Excited from the thoughts about what they were about to do with her.
The near silence of the room was becoming almost unbearable for her. She knew what they were going to do to her; she knew what men like that would do to a girl in her position, helpless and bound. Once they had stripped her; once they taken every stitch of clothing off her exposing her beautiful flesh, they would explore her. Rough hands would wander at will over her body exploring her curves.
Her own lips would plead for them to stop; beg them to leave her dignity intact but those lips would also cry out for more. Their teasing tongues would excite her. Between her thighs they would flicker and excite; they would penetrate and explore. They would have her begging for pleasure. Far from trying to escape their clutches; far from pushing their cocks away from her she would be welcoming them, reaching out for them. She would be begging them to fuck her.
One by one she would welcome them inside her…’
Bill stopped reading and glanced up at her. He was aware of his own excitement now and he felt embarrassed.
“Is it okay?”
Bill noticed tremble in her voice.
“Yes…yes it is fine,” he replied. “How do you think it looks?”
He saw the flush of red light up her cheeks. “I’m sorry,” he told her. “I didn’t mean to…”
She shook her head. “It’s fine, really,” she told him.
“I don’t suppose that you have ever…” he stopped himself.
She smiled again with flushed cheeks as she gave a little shake of the head.
“Sorry. I shouldn’t have even asked.”
“It’s okay. I’m fine really,” she told him. “Look if we are going to work together we are going to have to be adult about all this. You are an author and I am your typist. They are just words after all.”
He smiled. She seemed more grown up about it all than he was. He told her that he would read the rest later and left her to return to her work. He watched her walk away, noticing the rise and fall of her buttocks. She was indeed very attractive. He wondered if she was in a relationship. She wore no engagement or wedding ring but even so he could not imagine her being on her own. Some lucky man out there must be taking advantage of her.
She left at lunchtime, went into town and returned later. Bill left it until mid-afternoon before he troubled her again. She had done well. She had finished one tape and was about to start on the second. She also pointed out to him some corrections that she had to make. Bill was a little embarrassed, seeing as he was a former English teacher. He apologised.
Sal smiled at him. She opened her mouth to speak but held back. He asked her what was wrong. She shook her head. “It…it’s nothing,” she told him.
“Come on tell me?”
She shook her head as she smiled again. “I…I was going to make a joke about correction.”
“Correction?”
Her face flushed again as she shook her head. “Correction as in discipline,” she said.
Bill was surprised, if not a little shocked. “You mean me correcting you?”
“Oh no,” she exclaimed. “Me correcting you!”
He was more than a little shocked now. Sal turned away clearly embarrassed. “Sorry,” she said quietly.
“It’s okay,” he told her. “I’m not…not offended.”
Sal never replied.
“Is that what rocks your boat?”
She nodded. “I’ve never tried it but…”
“Well that’s how we learn, isn’t it?” he told her. “Taste and try and if it’s not for you, well…”
“H…have you ever?” she asked him.
“Been disciplined?”
She nodded.
Bill shook his head. “I have disciplined a woman before but never had it done it to me.”
“Not your scene then?”
Bill shrugged his shoulders. It wasn’t something that he had really considered. He knew that it appealed to some men but he had never imagined himself in that situation. He did find himself getting a little excited at the thought.
“I suppose that I have never really given it much thought,” he confessed.
Sal said nothing for a few moments.
“But?” she asked.
Bill shrugged his shoulders. “Depends.”
“Depends on what?” she turned and asked him.
Bill was embarrassed now. It was he who was on the defensive now. “The right opportunity,” he found himself telling her.
Sal turned and looked him in the eye. He could sense excitement there. He was also aware of his own excitement.
“Can I make a suggestion?” she asked him.
“Go on.”
“Chapter Three,” she said, “you have the husband disciplining his wife for wearing a very short skirt in the shopping mall. Perhaps you could change it to the wife disciplining her husband for looking at another woman wearing a very short skirt while she was riding up the escalator. I think it would give the story more balance.”
“Balance?” he asked, realising that she had deflected their conversation.
She nodded. “At the moment the story content is mainly about women being in submission,” she told him. “I think that making that change would not only give balance but broaden the appeal of your story. After all there are many men out there who like to be dominated and punished by a woman.”
He looked at her. She was right. It would broaden readership appeal and there were men out there who liked that. He was beginning to experience that for himself.
“You’re right,” he told her. “It’s just that I haven’t really had much personal experience of the other side, so to speak.”
She looked into his eyes again. Those hazel eyes of hers were hypnotic. “Oh, I am sure that there are women around who would gladly put that right.”
Bill swallowed hard.
“I don’t know of any,” he told her.
Without so much as a blink of an eye she told him, “I would gladly help.”
Bill started to stammer. “W…w…what you would…”
Sal turned round and looked at the computer screen. “As I mentioned earlier, there are quite a few errors in your work. I don’t think it should not go unpunished, do you?”
Bill felt his knees weaken. This girl was completely overwhelming him. It was almost as if he had been hypnotised by her. He could feel his erection straining in his trousers and in his mind he could almost see himself bending over naked for her to punish him.
“I would need some equipment though,” she suddenly said, distracting his thoughts.
“Equipment?”
She looked at him sternly. “Some restraints for a start and a suitable implement with which to administer your punishment.”
Bill swallowed hard again.
“W…what sort of implement?”
Sal stepped forward close enough to place a hand on his shoulder. “Something,” she whispered in his ear, “that your bottom will never let you forget.”
He gulped.
“I would suggest a riding crop,” she told him.
“You…you know how to use one, do you?” he asked her.
Sal pressed her lips up to his ear again, “There’s only one way to find out isn’t there?”
