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  He really did want a complete collection. Losing her would also lead to other difficulties. He’d just have to succeed.

  Jones pulled the monstrous, luxury SUV into the looping driveway and parked it as near the door as possible on the inner loop. He ushered the females up the two dozen palatial wide front steps and into the foyer, which was larger than a two-car garage.

  Lori was immediately suspicious of the plush surroundings, “Dr. Jones, how can you possibly afford a home like this? Are you mafia or something? ”

  “No, nothing like that. Good wise investments of time, effort, and money have paid off. There is a small inconvenience though. Much of the flooring is of exquisite but delicate tiles made from materials rare and precious. To protect them we must now remove our footwear to proceed to the dining hall. ”

  Alyssa was surprised, “We’re going bare foot? ”

  “No, in this closet here there is special footwear. I carry several of every size. It’s a walk-in closet with fitting benches. The foot gear is a little clunky so please tolerate it. The shoes are heavy but the soft padding on the soles protects the floor. They strap on like Roman sandals. Again, they are heavy on the foot but they do look pleasing. ”

  Alyssa was too preoccupied with gazing around the entry foyer in wonder to question the odd footwear. She hardly looked at them as she snapped the strong leather straps in place. It was clear they would never fall off and nor could they be kicked free.

  Lori immediately suspected Dr. Jones had some sort of foot fetish. Who changed footwear to walk around their house? She’d never heard of that. It must be bullshit. The “special” footwear was some kind of elevator sandals. The base was several inches thick and incredibly heavy though the bottoms were so heavily padded they could never leave any scratches despite the odd weight. She thought there were far too many straps and snaps for securing them in place. They were far more complex than needed. Obviously this was all some premise to gear up their feet to satisfy his odd predilection. As a guest, though, she really could not refuse. Alyssa looked so curious and excited Lori doubted the sweetheart would follow her if she decided to leave. Oh well, thought Lori, who cares if this freak jerks off after we leave while thinking about our feet. It would make no difference to her.

  Of course, neither of them knew Sierra had not been asked to wear this footwear. Also, neither one paid attention to Jones donning very different footwear, light and flat.

  Once they’d all changed Jones led them deeper into the mansion. Jones was far shorter than Lori anyway but now, with those gawky elevator contraptions, she felt like she towered over him. Even delicate Alyssa was now taller than him. They were both awkward as well. Both were embarrassed by their clumsiness but amused by the unsteady movements of their companion. It occurred hilariously to Lori that maybe Dr. Jones did not have a foot fetish. To be fair, maybe he was just turned on by clumsy chicks. Lori barely stifled her laugh.

  Jones was also amused….

  A very pretty young woman with dark brown-red hair greeted them just outside the door to the kitchen and a few feet from the door to the dining room. She wore a plain old-fashioned dress that covered her from neck to ankle. She confirmed what they’d like for dinner including beverages. Dr. Jones insisted on a red wine for both and they agreed. It wasn’t like they had to go back to work after this and they didn’t want Jones to think they were no fun at all.

  The presence of the young woman, her calm professional politeness, and, especially, her very conservative dress all served to reassure Lori. If Jones was some freak this woman wouldn’t be there. Perhaps Lori had been overprotective yet again of one of her co-workers. She couldn’t help that it was her instinct to protect.

  Wayne Jones had watched Lori carefully for some time now and had formed a pretty good understanding of her primary personality characteristics. Overprotective of others, especially female friends. A socially acceptable expression of deeper, less acceptable, desire. Overprotective. Jones was counting on that.

  He guided them into the dining hall. The small, high windows offered little illumination as it was now twilight and other than that there were only bright table lights making the table top and any potential diners clear as day while making the rest of the room fade to black. This ensured a certain ambiance of coziness despite the huge space and gigantic table. More importantly it kept the underside of the table in deep shadows and that kept the crouched and chained Sierra well hidden. It wouldn’t do for the two new lovelies to see the current state of their co-worker. That would not be conducive to getting them to fully relax their guard.

  Jones acted the gentleman and pulled out a chair for each one in turn. He, of course, sat at the head of the table with Lori to his right and Alyssa to his left. The table was so huge that the two females were still about six feet apart from each other.

  Jones appeared calm outwardly but he knew right then was perhaps the riskiest time for his plan. The reason was Sierra. What was going on in her little head under the table?

  Sierra was no longer thirsty as the serving girl had given her a tall drink of water. She’d guzzled it and wondered at how fully dressed the girl now was. She was sporting enough fabric she could have spared some to fully cloth Sierra as well. Not that Sierra expected that act of kindness.

  Once her thirst was quenched and she was alone once more and still naked under the table she debated her next move.

  Sierra was unsure what to do and scared any which way she decided to act. Or not act.

  She heard the threesome enter. She’d expected Jones and Alyssa but was surprised to recognize Lori’s voice. What was she doing here as well?

  She’d had time to think. She’d rehearsed how it all might go. She liked friendly Alyssa a lot. Everyone loved her like a little sister. At first, as she anticipated this moment while waiting for them to arrive, she’d thought she would warn Alyssa. Immediately. She’d have to. It was the right thing to do. But over the course of time she’d lost her inner battle. Logic had undone her. She realized if she yelled out to Alyssa she, herself, would still be stuck chained under the table. A call for help would probably initiate a struggle between slight Alyssa and the maniacal Dr. Jones. It was easy to anticipate who would win and who would lose. So, following a weird logic path, she thought for Alyssa’s own good she better not warn her….

  After all, Sierra acknowledged ruefully to herself, she’d brought her current predicament on herself in many ways. Failures of common sense. She had an inner slutty streak Dr. Jones tapped into. She didn’t think Alyssa had that. She’d refuse Jones’ advances and Sierra doubted Jones would then use force on her. He was certainly aggressive but he wasn’t some kind of criminal. Besides, if and when refused by Alyssa he would know he had Sierra available for him waiting under the table. It wasn’t like he would get blue balls or anything. He’d be disappointed but he’d let Alyssa go and then Sierra would receive his load of sperm. Poetic justice since she’d help bring it to a boil with her oral attentions in the early afternoon.

  Sierra knew there was another difference between her and Alyssa. She had lied to Jones by wearing cosmetics whereas Alyssa, such a natural girl, rarely wore much make-up. On reflection that was yet another way she’d incited Jones and caused her current predicament.

  Yep, she would stay quiet, Alyssa would refuse him, and afterwards Jones would just let her go. Alyssa first and then Sierra herself though he’d probably send her home with a load of sperm in her tummy. She’d didn’t mind the prospect. It would be a good way to cap off an exciting day.

  Sierra was looking forward to going home. Stretching out on her comfy bed. Jones had left her sore and questioning her own inner sexual nature. The day had certainly been a grueling sexual adventure but Sierra suspected she would eventually look back on it with more appreciation than abhorrence.

  So she expected to stay as quiet as a non-participatory mouse. The p
resence of Lori changed her thought process. It was Alyssa and Lori. Lori was tall and assertive. She would kick Dr. Jones’ ass if she needed to. Lori enjoyed competing in Tae Kwon Do. Jones would not have a prayer.

  Sierra very nearly spoke up. She even swallowed in preparation.

  Then she realized if she did both Lori and Alyssa would look under the table and see her. Like this. Nude. Smelling like sex. Surrounded by stains and dried body fluids. Nasty. So nasty. That would be unbelievably embarrassing. How could she work with them again after that? They would know she was a slut. Right now only she and Dr. Jones knew that. Her dirty secret would be out. They’d never forget the revelation of her true nature.

  That was it. She’d have to stay quiet.

  She felt guilty about that decision as her co-workers, one after the other, were seated, their legs joining Sierra under the table. She could reach out and touch either one of them. She felt guilty but she was curious. Though the view wasn’t much -- or, really, it was too much -- she was about to have a ringside seat in Jones getting shot down if he was so arrogantly foolish as to proposition her friends.

  She smiled a little. Dr. Jones had no idea what he was in for here. He probably looked at Lori’s statuesque beauty and adorably pretty Alyssa and imagined them as sluts. As slutty as Sierra herself had turned out to be. Dr. Jones had no idea Alyssa was, while not a virgin, basically quite innocent and sexually old-fashioned. And Lori! Lori rarely dated, probably because she never put up with any bullshit from guys. Anyway, she had a well-known policy she wouldn’t date a man shorter than she was. Dr. Jones was far shorter. Lori also thought it was ridiculous how many older men obtained young women in their prime. She had another policy, she wouldn’t date a man more than seven years her elder. Jones was like four times that much older. She seemed quite content without a man. What could Jones offer her? Nothing.

  Yes, Jones would soon be going down in flames. Good. That arrogant bastard needed to be taken down a notch. More like a hundred notches.

  If Lori was laid off she’d have another job in less than a week. Visiting associates of Dr. Walters had often expressed the opinion that Lori, with her professional focus and intelligence, ought to go to medical school and become a doctor herself. Dr. Lynne Stanford had pushed her to do this more than anyone but Lori hadn’t gotten around to it yet.

  Sierra couldn’t see much detail in the darkness under the table. She could tell Lori and Alyssa wore some bizarre elevator shoes. Maybe they were trying to be as tall as could be to turn off Jones. She also saw they both still wore loose knee length dresses, the type she’d often seen them wear at the clinic. The type she had seen them wear that very morning! It was hard for Sierra to believe she’d only been under the table less than a day. It felt like a week. No, more like a month.

  Sierra couldn’t help but look a long time at Dr. Jones’ crotch. It was hard to believe that cock in those pants just hours earlier had been all the way up her ass. Had come inside her ass. The same cock she had licked clean afterward. She’d nearly made him orgasm again. She recalled she’d wanted that load, had actually wanted to swallow it. How slutty! Jones had denied her because he said he wanted to save it for Alyssa. It would serve him right to get blue balls!

  She supposed that once the young ladies turned him down and left he’d probably require Sierra to suck him off. The thought did not anger her. She felt needy. She felt potentially useful.

  Under the table Sierra tentatively reached out and lightly touched Dr. Jones’ ankle. Just so he’d remember she was there.

  There and ready for whatever he needed….

  The meal passed in cordial conversation. As was his standard practice Wayne Jones steered talk away from his own background, life, and future aspirations. For the most part he avoided answering direct questions and steered the conversation artfully to obtain as much information from the two females as he could. In fact, Lori and Alyssa, who’d known each other for nearly two years and worked together five days a week, actually learned things about one another they’d never known. Lori hadn’t known that growing up, Alyssa wanted to be a cello player in an orchestra. Alyssa knew Lori had two older sisters and knew their father left them when all three were quite young but had not known Lori turned down a lucrative professional modeling opportunity to pursue her career in nursing.

  Jones used the conversation for more than just to get through the meal or to relax their guard. And for more than just obtaining a better understanding of their motivations and personalities. Knowing them more intimately psychologically whetted his appetite to possess them. In fact, even as his physical standard appetite was satiated with the fine meal, his other physical appetite, for sexual dominance, grew and grew until it became monstrous and entirely consuming.

  As a silent and graceful Kira served each course to the delight of the females Jones himself devoured each tidbit of information from them like appetizers to the main, true, feast ahead.

  Kira kept their wine glasses full. In fact, neither female could ever manage to empty them before she was back filling them. The stimulating conversation -- talking about themselves always seemed stimulating to females -- as well as frequent little toasts from Jones who was willing to celebrate almost any statement they made -- kept them sipping, sipping, sipping. Neither one could keep track of how much they imbibed, or even tried to, because they could never finish a glass.

  Jones wasn’t actually trying to get them drunk. That would be cheating. However, gaining an advantage was perfectly permissable. He made sure that he appeared to sip frequently but only actually wet his lips each time.

  After dinner Kira retreated and left the three of them alone. Well, the four of them actually….

  Although the talk and the wine consumption during dinner had calmed her a little, Alyssa’s anticipation built steadily. She had butterflies in her stomach. She felt like something momentous would happen. She didn’t know how or why but she could sense it. Something exciting.

  Lori, on the other hand, while then believing her earlier suspicion of Doctor Jones was probably inappropriate, was quite impatient, “Dr. Jones, we appreciate dinner. Thank you. We’d sure like to know your plans for the clinic and our role in them. Is now the time to enlighten us? ”

  “Very well. Your roles are still not set or definite. You both have positions if you want them but you may not want them. ”

  “Why not? ”

  “It depends on whether you are true professionals in your field. If you purely want to help… to serve… you will accept positions. If you are picky and narrow-minded you won’t even be interested. ”

  Alyssa spoke, “We do love to help people. That’s exactly why we chose to work at the clinic and in this particular field of medical service. I take it from your words and the diversion of all our patients we’ll no longer pursue our specialty? That is truly too bad. It makes me sad. ”

  “Me, too,” chimed in Lori with a little hurt reproach in her voice.

  “Actually, you will both still have opportunities to practice your current expertise. That was a reason I chose the type of clinic I did. However, that will no longer be your main long-term focus. It will be secondary, though still vitally important. The new focus will be good for each of you as it will expand your skill sets. If you choose to continue on at my clinic you will each be very much in demand. ”

  “OK…. ” It was clear from the tone of doubt that these two wanted to know the particulars. Clearly they did not suspect the double-speak in his words.

  “The medical field is a service industry ultimately and success depends on excellence as well as supply and demand. You two want to help people and that’s good, and you will, but it is still a business and that is all about supply and demand. You and your co-workers already have the excellence but I bring unique supply to meet surprising demand. The clinic’s current specialty is not nearly unique. There is plenty of c
ompetition. Under my reign the clinic will specialize in something unique. Not everyone is suitable. For instance, as nurses you are used to nudity and are not offended by it. But, what if you were? Then you would no longer be suitable for your jobs despite your excellence and desire to help people. Everything depends on if you are dedicated enough to succeed in this new endeavor. ”

  “OK…. ”

  “Rather than dealing with simple physical nudity -- there will still be that -- you will need to be able to deal with mental and emotional nudity. ”

  Lori was getting more impatient now and his words raised some warning flags, “Just what, exactly, are you talking about? ”

  “A new method of treatment. There is traditional medicine for the body and there is also psychology. As if the mind and body were separate entities. They are not. They are interconnected. This clinic will be a fusion of the physical and the psychological. ”

  “I still don’t get it. ”

  “It’s best I show you. Here, we’ll experiment on Alyssa. Alyssa, you don’t mind, do you? ”

  Jones lightly rang a table bell. Immediately the conservatively dressed young woman Doctor Jones called “Kira” re-entered the dining room carrying a platter. Lori and Alyssa both immediately wondered how she knew when to enter. It was like Dr. Jones had this presentation all planned out. Their disquiet returned, multiplied. Kira brought the platter to Jones and he removed the two items on it. They were heavy, thick metal circles. Kira spun around and left the room with the platter against her side.

  Doctor Jones spoke casually and with self-assurance, “The mind and the body are not separate. They are one. Affect one and you effect both. That is the key. Alyssa, these contraptions are irons. They lock closed on the wrists. They can’t be removed without a key. Unless you have a welding torch and lots of time. You’ll notice there is no chain connecting them. As such, they are just oversize bracelets. Someone wearing them is perfectly free but they may feel imprisoned by their weight and symbolic nature. Here, we’ll demonstrate on you Alyssa. ”