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  After her breathing calmed it would build back up until she was panting again, this time with passion. She wouldn’t touch herself and she wouldn’t let it continue too far. She knew they wanted her stoked up and ready for a winning performance every night.

  If that was what her Masters and Mistresses, known and unknown, wanted then that was also what she wanted….

  The door to the pool room opened and one of the Dominant nurses entered. Mistress Dewitt. Fishy had no idea what her first name was despite having gone down on her half a dozen times in the past. She was a mean bitch who loved to yank Fishy’s damp yellow hair while receiving pleasure. Fishy was surprised to see her because it was just about time for her to perform for that night’s Internet Master, whoever turned out to win the bidding war. Fishy couldn’t be sure about the time because she wasn’t allowed a clock or watch. The only jewelry she was allowed were the heavy silver nipple rings. There was talk of adding to her arsenal of body jewelry. Contemplation of that always made Fishy dreamy even though she also dreaded it. It would be a dream come true -- pierced pussy lips and even a pierced clitoris like her poor enslaved former neighbor Melissa/Wiggle Tongue -- but she knew if she ever somehow woke up from the dream the dream would become a nightmare.

  Dewitt’s harsh voice snapped her out of her reverie, “Get up on land, little Fishy. It’s time to perform but you have an easy show tonight. A very special request. ”

  Fishy stepped out of the pool and didn’t bother to dry herself. They liked her wet. Besides, the towels were for Dominant visitors. Fishies do not use towels.

  Dewitt set two small bowls on a table. There was a camera at one end of the poolside table. Fishy was curious and not too scared.

  Dewitt smacked her ass with a wiry strong hand and smirked at Fishy, “Easy as can be, a real treat. Literally. At least for the likes of you. You have quite a few fans and some are quite loyal. Well, loyal might not be the right word for it. Think obsessive. One of them who goes by the Internet name “DeePenetrator” has a very special request. Two requests actually and he paid handsomely though, just a guess, I doubt he is actually handsome. He has sent us a large amount of his sperm. Frozen when sent but we’ve thawed it out. No telling how many loads it took to make this volume. Mr. DeePenetrator may have been saving ejaculate for months now. No doubt inspired by your performances. First bowl, eat it up yum yum good. Don’t miss a drop, lick it all clean, and be sure to ham it up for the camera there. Then the second bowl; smear that jism all over your body. Every inch. Don’t miss a spot. Bottom of feet, ass crack, behind your ears, get them all. Any leftover dump in your hair and slick it up. Then you have the rest of the night off. Roll around in your bed, masturbate, anything, but you can’t wash it off until tomorrow. Understood?”

  Fishy nodded. She hadn’t spoken for months now because she’d been ordered not to. Fish, of course, do not speak so it made perfect sense.

  She did as directed slurping up one bowl of sperm and soon wearing the other bowl’s contents from head to toes. Looking at the camera and arching her body to and fro added to the experience both for her and the untold number of viewers.

  Now what?Would she, as suggested, go to her waterbed and roll around shellacked in semen while she masturbated?

  Of course she would.

  Chapter 6

  Sierra was getting pissed off. She’d breathed cleaning fluids all yesterday afternoon and all morning today and she thought it was starting to get her high.

  She didn’t like change so she hadn’t liked Dr. Wallace selling the clinic and a new doctor taking over. All that uncertainty over job status and all that. Worse, the staff had directed away all their clients and Sierra had gotten to know and really liked many of them. Everything was obviously going to change but she still hadn’t been told exactly how. Or even vaguely how really. As a nurse practitioner she wanted to help people, wanted to make a difference. It was hard to do that without patients!

  Worse, some of the girls now knew the deal but she still didn’t. Hell, Amber Rogers the lowly receptionist knew!Somehow the little cutie was keeping her big mouth shut about it too. Even Dr. Lynne Stanford, who usually treated all the clinic workers as equals, knew but wasn’t sharing. Why couldn’t this Dr. Jones just tell all of them all at once all together? Was the truth really so terrible he had to knock them off one at a time?

  It was like some kind of conspiracy. Like Jones was a James Bond-style villain trying to take over the world. Maybe they were all supposed to help build a giant space laser to threaten the U. N. and make them declare Dr. Jones Emperor of the Earth. Well, she knew that wasn’t it. Sierra and her fellow nurses wouldn’t be much use in building lasers or spaceships. The image of them trying helped temporarily relieve some of Sierra’s stress over the changes and uncertainty.

  Yesterday Dr. Jones had stepped out of his office and Sierra and her best friend at work, Nurse Tina Crowell, had immediately shushed up because they’d been gossiping about him and none too complimentarily at that.

  Jones announced it was time for him to bring another person into the circle of trust regarding his future plans for the clinic. He looked oddly hungry when he said that. Sierra had been sure he would bring her in on the secret next as she’d worked at the clinic nearly a year longer than Tina.

  Jones’ disturbing eyes rested a heartbeat on the eyes of each of them in turn, then, looking at Tina he’d said, “You there, come with me now. ”Dr. Jones apparently didn’t give a darn about seniority and hadn’t even bothered to learn their names!

  Sierra was miffed when he headed off with Tina in tow for one of his hours and hours long lunches with the brown-haired beauty. Did he choose her because Tina’s brown hair was longer than Sierra’s still quite long black hair? Was it because her hair was curly while Sierra’s was straight? It wasn’t fair and Sierra wished it had been her chosen.

  Tina hadn’t even come back after lunch. Just Jones. Jones said he had given her the rest of the day off. Tina got time off while the rest of them still not in the know -- Sierra, Lori, and Alyssa -- had to clean and disinfect the entire office. Again!They’d just cleaned it the day before. Without patients there wasn’t much else to do. It was probably just busy work but Jones might also be some kind of clean freak.

  Tina wouldn’t even return her calls that night and today still wouldn’t share with her whatever scam plan Jones intended. In fact, Tina didn’t seem herself today. She almost seemed haunted. Had Jones been mean to her? If he had Sierra would kill him. Nurses knew how to kill. Never cross a nurse.

  Something else bothered Sierra. Almost scared her. Jones himself. That was one creep guy. Those eyes…. He looked at Sierra and the other girls like they were objects, like they were mobile furniture. Not like equals. Not even like human beings. It wasn’t like how some sexist men considered women as inferior, or horny men who looked at them like sex objects. Dr. Wallace had been one of those though he had never tried anything with any of them, thank God.

  No, Jones looked at them like someone would look at an appliance. Or a chair. Way creepy.

  Sierra was very curious though. What was his plan? She wondered who he’d take to lunch today to reveal his plan. It had better be her!

  A thought occurred. Instead of waiting for him to come choose one of the remaining three “ignorants” as Sierra, Linda, and Alyssa had just started calling themselves this morning, maybe she should go knock on his office door and interrupt the meeting he was having with the three “in-the-know”; Dr. Stanford, Amber, and Tina. Beat him to the punch!

  Sierra liked the idea. Dr. Jones would probably respect her initiative.

  Sierra, a little nervous, pressed her sweaty little hands on her neatly ironed skirt, rose, and walked down the hallway. There were various rooms for various medical purposes in keeping with their recently forsaken line of medical endeavors up and down either side of the hallway but her goal was
the door at the far end. Formerly Dr. Wallace’s office it was now Dr. Jones’ base of operations. Sierra hadn’t been in it since Jones took over and rarely visited it when Wallace was still there but she knew it was huge and had an attached bathroom.

  She hesitated at the door. She hated to interrupt and the move suddenly seemed too bold. No, damn it, Jones needed to realize the workers at this clinic were trustworthy professionals. Also, human beings who should be treated with respect. Keeping some in the dark about job status while enlightening others was a form of slow torture in Sierra’s opinion.

  Maybe this unexpected move by Sierra would gently set Jones straight. She did mean well.

  The door was thick -- anti-eavesdropper thick -- and actually had a security key pad on it. Somewhat suspiciously, Jones had it installed his first day at his new clinic. The key pad, of course, prevented Sierra from just walking in on them and perhaps “accidentally” overhearing some tidbit of conversation. Damn!That would have been cool!

  She rapped loudly on the door and surprised to hear… something. Some sort of commotion. She’d thought the door was too thick or she may have -- OK, would have -- listened at it a bit before knocking. She heard, or maybe just felt, thumps and bumps. What were they doing in there? Wrestling? That was a silly idea. Maybe someone stood suddenly and knocked over a chair… and then someone else did the same thing.

  It was nearly half a minute before Tina opened the door. To most people she would have appeared calm and relaxed but Sierra knew her too well. Tina looked nervous. Nervous and guilty.

  “Hello, Sierra. ”It was easy to tell Tina was saying her name extra loud for the benefit of the others in the room.

  Dr. Jones’ voice snaked around the half open door, “Please come right in Sierra. ”

  Tina released the door and stepped aside. Sierra stepped inside, for some reason feeling like a condemned prisoner walking towards an execution. The sound of the heavy door closing firmly behind her then sounded like the blade of the guillotine chunking into the wood at the end of its journey.

  There were several chairs on the near side of the desk. Amber with her notepad occupied one and Dr. Lynne Stanford, twirling a pair of reading spectacles, sat straight-backed in another. Dr. Jones sat on the far side of his big new desk.

  Everything looked normal.

  “Sierra, what brings you visiting my office? Please, step closer. ”

  Sierra stepped closer but did not take one of the empty seats. Jones had not invited her to and there was something in the atmosphere of the room. Something palpable.

  “Hello everyone. Well, Dr. Jones, I was just wondering if you’d take me to lunch today. I’d like to know what the plans are for the future and I think the sooner the better, you know, in case they don’t include me. ”

  “They certainly do include you Sierra. So, you’re volunteering yourself? To go to lunch? First day of the rest of your life and all that? ”

  It was weird for Sierra because it felt like doom was imminent and what she had wanted, walking into the office, what Jones now offered, became dreadful instead of desirable. Like lunch was some kind of terrible trap. Maybe volunteering hadn’t been wise. What was she doing here?

  “I guess so. ”

  Dr. Jones smiled with real amusement but it was not a pleasant smile. Not at all.

  “Have it your way then. Wait for me in the reception area and I’ll be out in a minute. ”

  Sierra left. On her way out there was a surreal moment when Amber, Tina, and Lynne, each motionless except for eyes tracking her, gave her an instantaneous impression they were lifelike mannequins carefully arranged complete with a prop notepad and a prop pair of spectacles.

  Sierra experienced tunnel vision down the hallway and even while she waited in reception. She couldn’t get over it. The abrupt change in leadership, the abandonment of all patients, the strange behaviour of many of her co-workers, the dread in the pit of her belly.

  Most of all, she couldn’t get over how the thick humid air in Dr. Jones office smelled exactly -- exactly! -- like sex.

  Dr. Jones kept surprising Sierra.

  He had a huge new Cadillac SUV but he didn’t drive at all. Instead, he could somehow afford a full-time chauffer with the odd moniker Little Johnson. He was little and was quite creepy. His leering yet still secretive eyes seemed to make actual physical contact on Sierra’s body. He made her feel vulnerable and made Dr. Jones seem warm and kindly in comparison.

  It was also surprising that Jones did not try to converse with her and didn’t engage verbally even when she tried to make small talk. He wasn’t putting any effort into getting to know his new employee at the clinic.

  Then it further surprised her, really more like dismayed her, when he had Little Johnson drive them to his place for lunch. She was curious to see it but didn’t think it was appropriate to be taken into the home of a man she really did not know. She’d expected a restaurant but didn’t feel up to pushing the issue. She’d already used up her small reservoir of boldness in walking in and demanding she be next. It would probably take a long time for that reservoir to refill.

  The home of Dr. Jones was a granite monstrosity well outside of town and well off any beaten path. No one would find it without a map and an invitation. Sierra doubted she could find it again on her own.

  Little Johnson stayed outside rubbing a cloth on the pristine Cadillac while he stared at Sierra’s receding rear.

  Inside, Dr. Jones was suddenly more cordial like he had flipped a switch, “I called ahead earlier that I would have a guest. Even before you made your request to be next. My serving girl should have a delicious meal already prepared and ready in the dining room. ”

  Sierra took note of the term “girl”. No doubt an adult woman, Jones was obviously a misogynist.

  “Perhaps you’d care to freshen up first? ”

  Sierra hadn’t realized until he said something that she would indeed like to visit the facilities. She was so distracted and overwhelmed that Jones was more in tune with her own bodily needs than she was. She nodded.

  “The door just past the staircase there. When you’re done just come through this doorway over here and join me. ”

  Sierra thanked him and he left. She was impressed with the building now that she was inside. The exterior was cold and almost mean looking but the interior was warm and well-designed. The bathroom had marble floors, beautiful mosaic tiled walls, and a toilet and sink tandem that appeared to be trimmed with gold and were possibly worth more than most people’s houses. Very impressive!

  Seeing the richness of Dr. Jones’ residence she decided he must know what he was doing and she wanted to be part of that success. She might never be truly rich like him but working under him surely something would trickle down to her….

  After peeing Sierra spent a long time touching up her make up in front of the huge mirror over the sink. Bright red lipstick for her lush lips, dark eye shadow deepened to accentuate her light brown eyes, and a few fresh sprays of her best perfume. She kept three in her purse and kept this one, the most expensive, for only the handsomest dates. Not that she wanted Dr. Jones to come onto her, of course!If he did she’d have to turn him down and that would be awkward for her and no doubt embarrassing for the poor guy. Sierra knew, though, that sex appeal could be helpful in getting her way and in getting ahead. She’d read in an article that attractive people advanced more quickly and were paid more at each level than those less attractive. With her beauty she figured it was fair for her to expect much more compensation than she so far earned.

  The surprises continued when she joined Jones in the dining room. For the first time she saw the serving “girl” and quite the “girl” she was. As expected a full grown woman. Not expected was that she was young and beautiful with reddish hair.

  Obviously the “girl” owed her employment to her own beau
ty. Since her beauty matched Sierra’s it shook her confidence in the idea that great beauty led to great status.

  The importance and quality of her physical assets were made obvious from the way she dressed. She dressed like a slut!She wore a skimpy dark green half-shirt tight enough to show she did not wear a bra and had nice prominent perky nipples. Her bare tummy was tight and flat. Her bottom was covered by little material, black, and it was impossible to know if they were bikini bottoms or just panties.

  Sierra was further shocked to see the tattoo on the serving girl’s belly. Just above the panty line and slightly off center were inked orange and red flames licking upwards. With a naughty thrill Sierra realized the tattooed flames must begin at the top of the “girl’s” pubic bush. A burning bush!Incongruously Sierra wondered if the voice of God ever spoke from the burning bush. Not likely!

  It made Sierra uncomfortable to have the barely dressed beauty hovering about setting plates of fresh fruit, steaming vegetables, and sliced beef in front of them. Throughout lunch each time the “girl” served Sierra by filling a drink or removing a finished plate she always made at least some slight contact; a slim hip brushing her elbow, fingers stroking Sierra’s hair at the back of her neck, and one time a firm breast scraped the point of her shoulder. Any one instance seemed purely accidental but, collectively, it added up to far too many accidents to be an accident.

  Jones kept Sierra talking though out lunch. Almost the entire conversation was about her, her past, her schooling, her life, and her future ambitions. She found out little or nothing about Jones himself or his plans for the clinic. He quickly shut down her question in that direction by saying they would only talk about it after lunch. It was clear he was a one-way street on information. She guessed that was smart for him. After all, he already knew himself, but it was frustrating to Sierra. She felt like he was interrogating her. At first she liked talking about herself -- didn’t most people? -- but as the lunch interrogation went on, ever more deeply detailed, she felt… exposed.