"Receptionist Bonus"
Story codes: MF FF d/s humil ws
By Orestes
orestes007@hotmail.com
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Note: This is written as a sequel to "The
Receptionist". For full enjoyment, you should read the
original before continuing on to this one. Part 1 is
available at: ftp.asstr.org/pub/Authors/Orestes
Sitting through the hearing was worse than she would ever
have imagined. Dr. Roxanne Tremblay sat before the
disciplinary committee of the hospital for the first time in
her career.
They couldn't do it, Roxanne tried to assure herself.
They couldn't play the in front of the whole
committee.
Her hands were trembling as she watched the chairman of
the committee toying with the remote control to the TV. He
was only waiting for one committee member to return from
lunch.
" Sorry I'm late, " said the last of the members as he
came into the room and closed the door behind him. This was
getting worse and worse for Roxanne. She actually recognized
the from the 'Cutter's Club', where all of her current
troubles began.
" Good, now that we're all her, let's proceed."
He pushed the play button.
' Oh, god, yeah... fuck me... I need it in all my
holes... please... someone fuck my ass..."
Roxanne watched the screen with growing horror. She was
hardly recognizable in the video. The was stationary,
as if someone had set it down on the arm of a chair, centred
on the action.
A was underneath Roxanne. She was straddling his
cock. His face was just outside of the view of the camera.
Her face, on the other hand, was quite visible. Her mouth,
her chin, and her neck were coated in cum. Her was
still tied up in the cute little ponytails, with little pink
ribbons at the ends, but it too was splattered with fresh
cum.
Her firm little were also displayed in every
detail by the angle. Her nipples were swollen with
lust, and quite from the abuse of the other surgeons in
the video. A clothes pin still hung painfully from one of
her as she bounced herself up and down on the unknown
man's tool.
" Nnng... I need it in my tight little ass hole... oh
god, abuse my body... I'm your slut..."
Responding to her pleas, another moved in behind her.
The didn't provide a good view of this man, as
Roxanne's tortured body took up most of the view, but it was
clear from the expression on her face that he was fulfilling
her request. She pushed backwards in lust as the unknown
pushed into her rear hole.
Roxanne didn't really remember this part of the evening
clearly. After a certain point, she had just allowed herself
to wallow in the humiliation of being used by her colleagues
sexually. Her fellow doctors punished her body, and fucked
her mercilessly in every way imaginable. And she had loved
the whole thing. Even now, while the committee sat in
judgement of her actions, Roxanne couldn't help but be
aroused by images of the video.
It was the consequences that she was regretting.
" That's enough, " the chairman said, pausing the video.
The scene froze on a view of Roxanne taking yet another cock
in her well-used mouth. The screen of the flickered up
and down while on pause, giving this final frame the
appearance of motion.
Roxanne just couldn't face these people. They were the
senior administrators of the hospital. Across the table, the
last into the room smiled at Roxanne. He knew perfectly
well who the other in the were, even though the
video didn't show them. Hell, he had gotten as much mileage
out of Roxanne as any of the that evening.
It wouldn't help Roxanne to point the finger at him. It
wasn't his face in that video. She knew as well as anyone
that the other surgeons would circle their wagons and
protect their own. Trying to implicate them in the making of
the sex tape would just make things worse. They still had
the other video, after all.
Finally, it was the only female member of the committee
who spoke up. It was Charlotte LaBelle, a senior
administrator, and a former friend of Roxanne's.
" Given the sensitive nature of the evidence, we would
very much like to keep this matter out of the public eye.
I'm sure that you will agree that this is in the best
interest of all parties involved. So far, nothing has been
leaked to the press. If we were to dismiss you from your
position, I'm certain that the press would ask questions."
Roxanne waited for the other shoe to drop.
" Nonetheless, we can't condone this sort of behaviour,
even from one of our most talented surgeons. We are asking
you to take an unpaid leave of absence from the hospital for
the duration of a year. "
There it went. With her current financial problems, it
was as good as dismissal. There was no way she could go
without her salary at the hospital while trying to resolve
her coming divorce. Charlotte wasn't done yet, though.
" There is one other condition. You must sign an
additional morality clause to your contract. Any further
behaviour of the sort shown in the would result in
severe financial penalties, as well as immediate dismissal.
Is this all clear to you ?"
Tears welled up in Roxanne's eyes.
" Yes. "
Roxanne had to count her blessings. It was the only way
that she could deal with her present problems. At least the
hospital hadn't destroyed her career outright. If she could
get through the year, she could almost pick up where she
left off. Sure, she'd be embarrassed to work with the same
surgeons who had so thoroughly humiliated her, but by the
time she came back, it would be news.
Of course, the problem was how to get through the year.
Without the generous salary of the hospital, she had no
income at all. The divorce would all of her assets.
Even if she didn't have student loans to pay off, she would
need somewhere to live, and a way to pay her mounting bills.
That brought her to her second blessing; Shelly Pascal.
Throughout the whole ordeal, Shelly had stood by Roxanne.
When the rumours started circulating through the hospital,
and no one wanted to be seen with her, Roxanne could still
count on her weekly lunch with the cosmetic surgeon. Shelly
even picked up the tab for the meals, because of Roxanne's
current financial problems.
There was also the offer of employment. Under the terms
of her contract, Roxanne knew that she couldn't practice
medicine outside of the hospital. In no time, her financial
resources would be tapped. Although she had initially balked
at her friend's offer, it now looked like there was no
alternative.
Shelly Pascal was opening her own clinic, and needed a
receptionist. The thought of setting aside all of her
medical knowledge, and lowering herself to the tasks of
answering phones and booking appointments made Roxanne
cringe. It was so humiliating.
I brought this on myself, she reminded herself silently.
After the meeting, she had retreated to her office, hoping
to leave when no one was looking. The office would be
reassigned to another surgeon soon, and like everything else
she had owned only a month before, it would slip away from
her.
With still trembling hands, she picked up her telephone
and dialled a number.
" Hi, Shelly, it's Roxanne. Um, about the receptionist
position... is that still open ?"
It had been an amazing first month for the Pascal Clinic.
So much so that the patient waiting list had doubled and
then tripled over the first three weeks. Lucy Gibbs felt
fortunate to have taken the position as anaesthesiologist
when it first became available. Of course, only major
procedures required her presence, but between Dr. Pascal and
the other surgeon that she had brought into the clinic, Lucy
had a fairly full schedule.
The success of the clinic brought prosperity with it. Dr.
Pascal had already given the new staff a couple of bonuses
for putting up with the increased work schedule, and
promised that more financial rewards were on the way.
Most of the success was due to the strong reputation of
Dr. Pascal. The kind of positive publicity that her
reputation brought to the clinic just couldn't be bought. It
was somewhat of a surprise to the staff when Dr. Pascal
added the less reputable Dr. Robert Marsh to the staff.
" It pays to diversify, " she had explained at the staff
meeting.
As far as Lucy could tell, the gamble paid off. In Dr.
Marsh's previous practice, he had suffered from a reputation
of performing risky and unnecessary procedures. There was
even a hint in the rumours that he might be involved with
fetish body modifications. Because of this, he never had
much business from mainstream clients. Now that he was a
member of the Pascal clinic, his schedule was booked with
both his previous clients, and the run-off from Dr. Pascal's
waiting list.
Lucy was really enjoying her time at the clinic. It was
better than any hospital job that she had ever had. When she
moved into town just the previous month, she had started
looking for work, and just fluked onto a posting for the
clinic.
The atmosphere was really upbeat here. Dr. Pascal was
always nice to work with. Dr. Marsh was a bit of a pig, but
the generally kept him in line. There were four nurses
in the office, who would make sure that every preparation
was made before a doctor came in to the operating room. Dr.
Pascal ran the place like an assembly line. Everything was
geared so that the doctor could be in and out of any
procedure in the minimum amount of time.
A big part of the credit for that, in Lucy's mind, should
go to Roxy. That's the name that Dr. Marsh called her
anyway. Lucy was pretty sure that the woman preferred to be
called Roxanne, but after Robert took to calling her Roxy,
it just sort of caught on with the staff.
The woman was bright. Too bright to be a receptionist,
really. She never needed to be told the name of a medical
procedure twice. She was absolutely outstanding at making
sure that the clinic was well stocked with medical supplies.
Heck, she had even corrected Lucy on the proper dosage of an
anaesthetic for an elderly patient. Maybe she would have
caught the problem herself anyhow, but it floored Lucy that
the receptionist had noticed it.
It seemed like there was a special sort of relationship
between Dr. Pascal and the receptionist. They had a kind of
closeness that made Lucy wonder if there wasn't a little
something more personal going on between the two of them.
Lucy couldn't blame Dr. Pascal if she was fooling around
with the secretary. When she first came to the clinic, Lucy
had given the woman a few appraising looks of her own.
Normally, though, Lucy kept her preferences for women rather
quiet. Rumours that she was a had been one of the
things that had made her life less than comfortable in the
rural area she had just moved away from. This time, she
wanted to keep the rumours at bay.
In the last day, though, Lucy's mind return to the
possibility of getting something going with Roxy. It had
started with a conversation with Dr. Robert Marsh. The
patient was unconscious, so Dr. Marsh had no problem
speaking freely.
" God, I'm horny... my blue balled me this morning."
Classic Dr. Marsh. He just liked to make a out of
himself.
" Maybe I could get Roxy in here to relieve the
pressure."
Lucy shook her head. " Careful there, Robert. Don't you
doctors have some sort of code about not screwing around
with each other's mates ?"
" Oh, you think her and Shelly... ? No... they're just
friends. But that Roxy's one hot chick. I once saw a
of her that you wouldn't believe. "
" Bull... " Lucy was accustomed to Robert's fables by
now. " If she's so easy, why haven't you gone for her yet?
You don't seem to have any moral inhibitions about it. "
" Thanks for the suggestion, Loose. Maybe I will. I would
just have to take the right approach. I happen to know that
she's a real slut for humiliation. I'd have to be pretty
careful how far I go with it, too. After all, she is
Shelly's friend, and I wouldn't want to off the good
doctor. "
Roxanne couldn't help but resent Shelly's new found
success just a little bit. The two women used to be equals.
In fact, Roxanne had even made slightly more money than her
friend because of her surgical speciality. Now, Roxanne was
working as Dr. Shelly Pascal's office girl, and taking care
of all the crap jobs that the nurses wouldn't do.
Certainly, she appreciated her friend standing behind her
during this trouble, and Shelly was making every attempt to
treat Roxanne with respect, but it still bothered Roxanne to
see how easily her friend was bringing in thousands of
dollars in revenue daily. In the meantime, Roxanne struggled
to find enough money to cover her legal bills.
The divorce was almost final. She wasn't contesting it.
She would have to move out of the house. Just one more
entry on the long list of consequences following from her
sexual appetites. The kicker was, the hungers weren't going
away.
Every night, Roxanne could take her pick from the
humiliations of the last couple of months. Each one of them
had given her endless pleasure when she masturbated.
Roxanne liked to think about the screening process she
had gone through when she applied to be the 'entertainment'
for the "Cutter's Club" of male surgeons. It always made her
wet to think about the way that she had humiliated herself
in front of the receptionist, Becky Keena, at Dr. Vichy's
office in making the application. The irony that she, Dr.
Roxanne Tremblay, had lowered herself now to the very same
mindless position as that dumb wasn't lost on Roxanne.
Of course, another big turn-on was her memory of that
night with the surgeons. The small portion of the
which she saw at the disciplinary committee meeting was only
a sample of the many ways she had been degraded at their
hands. The memories of that evening were burned into her
head, and always brought her to a screaming orgasm. She
found herself wishing for her very own copy of the now
infamous video.
Even little things excited her. It was like now that she
had allowed her submissive side some small place in her
life, it was struggling to take possession of her soul
entirely. In fact, it was the little things that were
beginning to excite her most. The humiliation of being
ordered around by the nurses at the office gave her little
jolts of pleasure. Why should that excite her ? Even the
thought of being lowered to the position of office for
her friend Shelly... she tried not to think sexual thoughts
about it. It was just a humiliating fact of her new life.
But there was the problem. It was the humiliation that
always drove her on. It was the idea of the humiliation that
had lured her to that first rash decision, and she could
feel that desire to further humiliate herself lurking just
beneath the surface.
" You don't mind sweeping up before you leave, do you
Roxy ?"
" No problem, " Roxanne told the nurse. Then came the
little tingle of pleasure. She used to be able to write
orders for a whole staff of nurses. Now she was doing menial
tasks at this woman's request.
Something else excited Roxanne. She watched the tall
black nurse, Pauline, as she prepared to leave the office.
Did the nurse know ? Had she heard the rumours ? Shelly had
promised to keep things quiet, but sometimes Roxanne got the
feeling that some of the staff knew about her. These little
humiliation fantasies were driving her to distraction.
Roxanne retrieved the broom from the supply closet, and
began to sweep the reception area. She was bending forward
to sweep under the reception desk, when she noticed a small
envelope sitting atop the nursing reports.
The envelope was addressed simply: Roxy.
That goddamned Robert Marsh had shortened her name to
Roxy, and now everyone called her that. Even Shelly had
slipped up and called her Roxy the other day. But who would
have left the envelope ? Roxanne couldn't remember any of
the staff dropping it off. It could be anyone.
When she opened the envelope and read the enclosed
letter, her heart began to race.
' i know all about you slut
i saw the you still want more
don't try to deny yourself
tomorrow at lunch 12:15
go to the washroom
but don't lock the door
naked, blindfolded, on your knees
against the wall
i know you will be there '
Oh my god, thought Roxanne. It's too humiliating. Someone
in the office knows everything, and wants to do things to
me. Nasty things.
She couldn't go along with it. There was too much at
stake. If she couldn't keep herself out of trouble, she
would never be reinstated at the hospital. She would just
have to keep control of her desires.
But who was it ? One of the nurses ? Dr. Marsh maybe, or
Lucy, the anaesthesiologist. In her wild imaginings, for an
instant she even considered her friend Shelly. The idea was
far fetched, but the possibility made her legs tremble.
Whoever it was, Roxanne tried to muster the will to resist.
She folded the letter nervously into her pocket, and then
continued to sweep the floor.
12:05 Roxanne checked her watch for the third time in a
minute. The feeling in the pit of her stomach just wouldn't
go away. This was lunch hour at the clinic, and the rest of
the staff always went out for lunch, leaving Roxanne alone.
She, on the other hand, couldn't afford to eat out in
restaurants for lunch. Today it would have been a welcome
diversion from her sexual curiosity.
First thing in the morning, Roxanne had come in with full
intentions of bringing the letter to Shelly. Everything else
aside, Shelly was a good friend, and Roxanne knew she could
count on the doctor to deal with the problem.
Nonetheless, the letter remained folded in her purse.
Yes, she was embarrassed to bring it up, but if that were
the only reason she had kept the note, Roxanne wouldn't be
feeling so nervous right now. Or checking her watch quite so
frequently. There was some part of her that just wanted to
surrender.
If she did what the letter writer wanted, maybe it could
all be kept quiet, she tried to convince herself. Nobody
would have to know... not the hospital, not the other staff
members, and certainly not Shelly.
In her heart, she didn't know if she believed that.
12:06.
Her mind wandered to what the scene would be in the
washroom. She would be kneeling there, against the wall. No
one else is in the office. Someone would come in. She
wondered if it would be one of the nurses, maybe even
Pauline, the one who last left the office the previous
night. Or could it be that Robert Marsh. That would be
too degrading. Her tingled. The thought of being
abused by that chauvinist doctor brought back memories of
her previous depraved acts.
A minute later, Roxanne found herself getting up to go to
the washroom.
She turned back once, on her way to the washroom door,
and then she approached again. With trembling hands, she
opened the door and stepped in. It's not too late to back
out now, she told herself. She wouldn't really have to go
through with this. All she had to do was lock the door at
the last minute.
That would end it.
She left the door unlocked for a moment, and looked
herself in the mirror. Her face was flushed with excitement.
The door was unlocked behind her, but she still had at least
five minutes to back out. Her head buzzed with anticipation
as she began to unbutton her blouse. Piece by piece, she
removed her clothing, taking the time to fold them neatly
onto the counter.
Now she was naked, and the door was still unlocked.
12:13.
She looked herself in the mirror again. She watched as
her chest rose and fell rapidly. She could feel the warmth
and wetness between her legs. She looked down to her crotch.
She had shaved her again after work the previous
night. It seemed like she was doing it every couple of days
now. The first time she had done it was in preparation for
the "Cutter's club". Every time she looked at her bald
crotch, it reminded her of that humiliation, and she
couldn't seem to let the hair grow back in.
From her purse, Roxanne fished out a black strip of
cloth. Why had she brought it ? For the same reason that she
had spend part of the previous evening wearing the makeshift
blindfold in bed, she supposed. There was no harm in
fantasizing, but now reality was approaching quickly. 12:14.
Roxanne knelt down on the floor of the washroom, beside
the door. From here, she could quickly reach the lock of the
door. She could still escape. She just wanted to know how it
would feel, kneeling naked beside the door with the
blindfold on. It was exquisite. She tied the blindfold
tightly, until she was certain that she couldn't see
anything.
She reached up beside her to see if the could find the
door handle and lock to the washroom. Her hand slipped
across the cold metal of the latch, but then returned to her
side.
It must be 12:15 now, she thought. There was no noise
from the office. The only thing she could hear was her own
breath. Another minute ticked away. Roxanne's heart was
pounding uncontrollably. She still hadn't locked the door.
Was she really going to go through with this ?
There was a noise in the reception room. Footsteps. They
were coming towards the washroom. For a moment there was
still time to lock the door. Roxanne paused, and then paused
again. Her was so wet that juices were leaking down
her inner thighs.
A hand was on the door, and then Roxanne felt the cool
movement of air across her back as the door opened. Then it
closed again. The letter writer was in the washroom with
her. Now she heard the lock on the door engage.
What was this person going to do with her, Roxanne
couldn't wait to find out.
There was another set of sounds. First, the rustle of
fabric. Then, unmistakably, Roxanne heard the sound of
someone urinating into the toilet. How odd, Roxanne couldn't
help but think. Here she was, ready to submit sexually to
this person, and he or she was more concerned with taking a
piss. The feeling was more than shameful. Roxanne's sexual
submission was taking a back seat to a bladder movement.
The letter writer was behind Roxanne then, and touched
her softly on the back of the neck. Roxanne quivered at the
touch. The hand of her secret lover took firm hold around
the back of her neck, and forced Roxanne to turn around, and
drop to her hands and knees.
More than anything, she wanted to hear the voice of the
writer. She wanted to be verbally abused, to be told how
much she deserved to be on her knees. The words of the
letter had been so fitting. Now the writer said nothing, but
the grip around her neck directed her to crawl forward.
Something cold touched her chin. At first, Roxanne was
puzzled, then she realized that it was the porcelain of the
toilet that she had brushed up against. Still the grip
insisted that she crawl forward. She could hear her own
breathing in the bowl of the now, as she crawled
forward until the lip of the was at the base of her
neck. The seat was gently brought down so that it
rested on the back of her neck.
Roxanne knew her position now. She was on her hands and
knees, with her face in the opening of the toilet, suspended
only inches above the water. Being this close to the surface
of the water, the sharp odour of fresh filled her
nose.
The letter writer had released her neck now, but Roxanne
didn't move a muscle. She got the message. This was how
unimportant she was, that she belonged on her hands and
knees, with her face in the toilet. Roxanne could imagine
what she looked like, and it only increased her arousal.
There was a slap to her inner thigh, and then to the
other. In response, Roxanne spread her knees apart. The hand
that had slapped her felt strange. It took her a moment to
figure out that the odd texture was that of latex medical
gloves. The gloved fingers rubbed along the sensitive lips
of her wet now.
Roxanne arched her back, and pushed out her rear end to
give the letter writer more access. She felt so very open in
this position, with her body exposed in this shameful
position. As the latex covered fingers continued to tease
her, Roxanne began to whimper softly. The letter writer was
deliberately bringing her close to climax, and then backing
off.
" Please... " Roxanne moaned, the words reverberating in
the porcelain bowl. " Please, I need it so badly."
Her body jerked back and forth involuntarily, trying to
extend contact with the unseen fingers. Roxanne could feel
her long hair soaking up the water of the bowl,
and with every involuntary action, her face was splashed
with the vile liquid.
She didn't care. The sensations were just too arousing.
Even the smell of the piss, and the idea that she was
letting her face splash around in the of her new
lover, they just made her more hungry for release.
A finger slipped inside of her now, then two. The other
hand of the letter writer continued to stroke her swollen
clitoris. The combination of the sensations was driving her
wild.
One of Roxanne's arm slipped on the wet floor, and before
she could recover, her face was briefly immersed in the
water of the toilet.
" Oh god, I love it... I love to have my face in your
toilet water... that's all I'm good for..."
Somehow, the words seemed necessary. If the letter writer
wasn't going to tell her was a slut she was, then Roxanne
would have to say it herself. The smell of was
overpowering now. The blindfold was soaked with it.
A third finger slipped into Roxanne wet hole. Her whole
body was convulsing now.
Finally, the latex fingers stopped teasing, and allowed
Roxanne's orgasm to take her. The went wild. Her
face splashed around in the bowl as she grunted and
squealed out her climax. Her contracted around the
hand of her new lover, while her hips bounced back and
forth.
" Nnnnng I'm cumming... thank you... oh god, thank you...
I'm yours... I belong to you... I'm all yours..."
At moments like these, Roxanne couldn't deny her role as
a submissive slut. She squealed in sweet agony as her body
responded to the degradation of being fucked by the fingers
of an anonymous letter writer. By the time she could breathe
again, her face and hair were completely soaked. The faint
taste of the water was even in her mouth.
It took her a minute to realize that she was alone again.
The door closed behind her.
Roxanne lifted the seat from the base of her neck,
and tried to stand. She pulled the blindfold free, and
caught her reflection in the mirror. She was a mess. 12:34.
She had a few minutes yet to clean herself up before the
others would return.
Atop the tank of the toilet, there was another envelope.
The days following the washroom incident left Roxanne
filled with arousal and anxiety. She still had no idea of
who had written the notes, and the uncertainty was killing
her. Other types of uncertainty in her life were also taking
their toll. The divorce had been finalized, and that left
Roxanne practically homeless. A kind gesture by a co-worker,
Lucy, gave Roxanne a place to stay, but finances were so
tough that she didn't even know when she could help out with
rent.
Lucy was understanding, though. She seemed like she
really didn't mind having Roxanne around in the one bedroom
apartment.
Roxanne was filled with the nagging suspicion that this
girl might be the letter writer. The very day that Roxanne
had moved in, Lucy had let it slip that she was a lesbian.
Roxanne didn't have a particular problem with that, but it
sure did make her wonder.
Of course, she had to keep her mind open about her other
co-workers too. She certainly wasn't ready to ask her new
roommate about it. If the had no idea about the
letters, that would just be opening a whole new can of
worms.
If Lucy was the letter writer, Roxanne wasn't sure how
she would feel about it. The seemed nice, and perhaps
she would be willing to keep everything private. That would
be a load off of Roxanne's mind. On the other hand, Roxanne
felt strange about the idea of being dominated by a woman.
She had never been a lesbian. Even in her previous degrading
episodes, it had ultimately been who controlled the
action.
Her fantasies thought otherwise, though. If it was
degrading to submit sexually to men, something inside of her
told her that it would be doubly humiliating to be dominated
into performing acts. The fact that she wasn't
particularly attracted to women only heightened the
degradation involved.
She hoped that she would find out soon. The letter that
had been left behind in the washroom had given her
instructions to prepare for a meeting on the weekend.
' hello slut
i like you on all fours
just like a drinking from the you will come to the Royal Motel
room 16
10 days from now
saturday night at eleven
stand at the door
put on your blindfold
and knock
i will bring friends
wear no panties, whore '
Every day of that week Roxanne felt like she couldn't
quite catch her breath. The other staff members didn't treat
her any differently. Even Dr. Marsh seemed to be laying off
of the sexual comments. Nonetheless, she couldn't shake the
feeling that she was being watched.
The nights of the week were spent on Lucy sofa. Try as
she could, Roxanne couldn't prevent herself from
masturbating after Lucy went to bed. The slept with her
door open, which made Roxanne feel even more self-conscious.
The orgasms always ended up being a little louder than she
wanted. It wasn't anything she could control. All day, the
sexual tension built up, and by the time she was on Lucy
sofa at night, she needed relief desperately.
Finally, when the second Saturday came, Roxanne didn't
even debate herself about whether she wanted to go to the
motel. She just needed to get this thing out of her system.
She still had her car, thank goodness, at least until she
needed the money for something else. She was dreading that
day. Now she sat in the driver's seat of the expensive
vehicle, in the parking lot of one of the sleaziest motels
in the city.
The rooms at the Royal Motel were posted with rental
rates by the hour. A couple of hookers lingered by the front
doorway, basking in the light of neon signs from the adult
video store across the street. Stepping out the car, Roxanne
felt like the perfect whore. No one goes to a room here for
sleep. Under her short skirt, Roxanne's was shaved and
bare, and slick with excitement.
The surgeon walked across the parking lot to the door of
room 16. She paused there, and looked around to see if
anyone was watching. To her chagrin, the in the motel
office was watching her through his window with an amused
expression on his face.
Best get this over with, she reasoned. From her purse,
Roxanne pulled out the black strip of cloth, and secured it
as a blindfold. Taking a final nervous breath, she knocked
quietly on the door.
" Come in, " said a male voice that Roxanne didn't
recognize. Somehow, she had expected that this evening would
reveal the identity of the letter writer, but now she truth
hit her. The letter had told her that there would be
friends. She had no idea how many. Since she was
blindfolded, she might not ever know which one of these
people she knew.
Roxanne stumbled into the room, and was steadied by an
unseen set of hands. They guided her to the edge of the bed.
" Get ready with the camcorder, " the same voice said.
She spoke before thinking. " No... please. "
" Shut the fuck up, bitch. We're making a little
documentary, and you're the star. We're going to see what a
little whore you are, aren't we ? Isn't that what you want
?"
" Yes... but..."
A sick feeling hit Roxanne in the gut. Whoever wrote the
notes probably knew about her troubles at the hospital. The
video could ruin her career for good. She should be refusing
this, but instead, she was surrendering. Part of her wanted
every degrading moment of this to be on tape.
" Alright... we're rolling. What's you're name, whore ?"
" Roxanne. "
" Isnt' that, 'Doctor'..."
" Yes. I'm Doctor Roxanne Tremblay. "
" Show us your pussy, doctor."
She had no idea how many people were in the room. Someone
was smoking. She could smell it in the air. They were all
watching her. The was this moment too.
Slowly, she raised her ass off of the bed, and wiggled
her skirt up to her waist.
" Very nice, " said the voice. Someone else whistled. "
Why don't you spread your legs for us, doctor slut."
Roxanne parted her legs, a little at first, and then
more. It shamed her for them to see how wet this display was
making her.
" Where do you work, doctor slut ?"
" At the Pascal Clinic. "
" Very nice. Do you perform a lot of surgery ?"
Roxanne's face flushed red.
" No. I work as the receptionist. "
There were muffled laughs from around the room. For the
first time, Shelly heard the voice of a woman in the motel
room. The unknown woman took over the questioning.
" Play with yourself while you talk, doctor slut. We want
to see how horny this makes you. Tell us what nasty things
you did to get kicked out of the hospital. "
Roxanne brought one hand in between her legs. It felt so
very strange to play with herself in front of these people.
She wanted them to abuse her. To be taken violently. This
isn't what she had in mind.
" I...uh... volunteered to be used sexually by a group of
my co-workers. "
" Now why would you want to do something like that ?"
The surgeon's delicate hand was gently rubbing her
clitoris as she admitted her desires.
" I like to be humiliated. It was always a fantasy. When
I heard what they do to who volunteer, I couldn't help
myself. I wanted them to whip me, and fuck me, and humiliate
me. "
" Did they fuck you in the ass ?"
" Yes."
" Did they make you drink ? "
" Yes. Oh yes. "
" And you enjoyed it ?" the woman pressed.
" Oh, goddamn yes. I loved it. "
Roxanne could help but be turned on by this talk. It was
what she fantasized about most frequently. Despite the fact
that she had been sore for weeks afterwards, she had loved
every painful moment.
" You love to be dominated by ?"
" Uh huh."
" And by women too..."
The doctor paused. This is something that she had hardly
even admitted to herself.
" I think so. "
" Have you ever submitted to a woman ?"
" A little bit."
She felt uncomfortable talking about this. Her
urged her onwards.
" Her name was Becky Keena. "
The voice questioned further. " Is she a doctor ?"
" No. She's just a... just a receptionist. "
The room laughed again. Roxanne was the subject of the
joke. Yes, Roxanne knew full well that 'just a receptionist'
was exactly what she was too these days. Her face burned
with humiliation.
" How did the great Dr. Roxanne Tremblay end up
submitting to a mere receptionist ?"
The voice was the male again. Roxanne was getting close
to an orgasm, but slowed herself down. She didn't know if
they would want her to cum.
" When I applied to entertain the other surgeons, she
took my application. I let her take a of me. God, I'm
so ashamed. I was on an examination table, with my ass in
the air. I let her touch my body, and it turned me on. The
whipped me with her belt. She even put her fingers into my
ass."
" Did you get off ?"
" Yes. I came so hard. It was horrible. "
" But you loved it, didn't you ?"
" Uh huh. "
" What else would you like to do with that receptionist.
"
Even in this situation, it seemed, well, awfully personal
to lay her deepest fantasies on the table. Roxanne's body
was shaking. Despite her attempted restraint, she was
getting very close to a climax.
" I dream about her. I've never done anything else with a
girl before, but I think about maybe... well... I think
about licking her for her. After the way I degraded
myself in front of that receptionist, god help me, I want to
lower myself again and lick her lips. "
" Do you want to be a licking slut for this
receptionist ? Do you want to take a place between her legs,
and worship her ? Is that where you belong ?"
" God yes, I think about it all the time. "
" Lay back on the bed. "
Roxanne allowed herself to fall backwards onto the smelly
sheets of the bed. All the while, she stroked her pussy,
fantasizing about the time she had spent with Dr. Vichy's
receptionist on that fateful first day.
" We're going to let you have your wish, doctor slut. One
of the here will let you lick her pussy, and you can
pretend that it belongs to the receptionist. Pretend that
it's Becky. "
Yes. Roxanne wanted this so badly. With her eyes covered,
she could pretend that it was that dumb from Dr.
Vichy's office who was crawling onto the bed beside her. One
of the men, she imaged that it was the who had been
questioning her, was also positioning himself between her
legs.
" Pretend that I'm that receptionist, doctor, " a female
said from above her. The voice was familiar, but Roxanne
couldn't place it. Was it one of the from the office ?
No. Right now, in her mind, this woman was becoming that
dumb slut of a receptionist, ready to have her licked
by Dr. Roxanne Tremblay.
The woman straddled Roxanne's face. She could feel the
woman's knees aside her shoulders. Roxanne couldn't wait to
feel the wet against her face. This was a fantasy come
true. Between her legs, the male teased the entrance to her
pussy with the head of his cock.
The first taste was exquisite. The was practically
dripping. Roxanne took her first lick of female flesh, and
then quickly took two more. The aroma filled her nose. She
could truly imagine that this was the and ass of that
secretary that was being lowered onto her face. The very
thought brought her to an unexpected little orgasm.
When the unknown sunk himself into her, Roxanne began
to lick and suck in earnest. The other people in the room
cheered the and woman on as they rode Roxanne from both
ends.
" You're not so high and mighty now that you're licking
my cunt, are you doctor ? As a matter of fact, you're just a
receptionist now too. Maybe licking should be part of
your duties from now on. "
Roxanne's fantasy was so strong that she could actually
imagine that it was the voice of the cocky receptionist that
taunted her. The words triggered another small orgasm in
Roxanne, and the inside of her grunted with approval as
her contracted around him.
Yes. This is where she belonged. pussy. Being
fucked.
The surgeon continued to suck greedily on the wet
of the unknown woman.
The between her legs picked up his pace. He slammed
himself in and out of her well lubricated hole. Another set
of hands was freeing Roxanne's small from her blouse
and bra.
" Aaaah, I'm cumming... " the cried out, and a second
later, Roxanne could feel his hot seed filling her.
He pulled out, and for a moment, she felt empty, but
another soon took his place.
The woman above Roxanne was enjoying her tongue
thoroughly. She continued to verbally abuse the doctor as
she rode towards orgasm.
" Keep licking, you whore. This is what you went to
medical school for, bitch... so you could learn anatomy well
enough to please me. "
The words stung with such sweet humiliation. Finally, the
woman cried out, and her convulsed against Roxanne's
lips. It was all Roxanne could do to draw a breath as the
woman violently rode her face to a powerful orgasm.
Soon, a Roxanne was on her knees, with a cock in her ass
and one in her mouth. The night went late as after
abused her body, but the only taste that remained in
Roxanne's mouth was that of her first pussy. The voice had
sounded familiar. Was it Lucy maybe ? Or perhaps one of the
nurses ? God, she wanted another taste.
When the group was done with her, they left her on the
stinking bed, covered in the mixed juices of the evening.
Roxanne waited until they all left, and then masturbated
herself yet again.
Lucy was baffled. Her new roommate, after staying out all
Saturday night, was acting very strange indeed. When Roxy
first moved in, Lucy had chalked up her odd behaviour to
stress from the divorce. The loud nightly masturbation
sessions kept Lucy awake some nights, but also, if she were
to be truthful, provided her with some sweet dreams. After
the Saturday, though, Lucy began to think that there might
be some truth in Robert Marsh's fables about the girl.
Monday at work, Lucy heard a rumour from one of the
nurses that she had actually seen Roxy masturbating at the
reception desk. She wouldn't have believed it herself if she
hadn't have walked into the reception area to find Roxy
hastily straightening up her skirt, and looking quite
nervous.
Dr. Pascal went away on a emergency on Tuesday,
otherwise, Lucy might have been tempted to bring the strange
behaviour to the boss.
Things just got worse from there.
On Wednesday, Roxy disappeared into Dr. Marsh's office
for a couple of hours. Lucy was due in a procedure with Dr.
Lee, so she wasn't able to check up on things. When she came
back out, the difference in Roxy was startling.
The receptionist's face was swollen with local
anaesthetic. Her lips were puffed out now, apparently from a
collagen injection. The woman's eyebrows, lips and perhaps
even her tongue were pierced with little golden studs. Lucy
didn't even want to know what other little procedures Roxy
had allowed Dr. Marsh to perform on her.
" Um, what's with the piercings ?" Lucy asked, as
delicately as she knew how.
Roxy's face went red. " Oh, I just agreed to be a sort of
model for Robert's work, so he can show his patients how
things look. "
" I hope you consider it carefully before agreeing to any
more. Dr. Marsh does some pretty procedures. "
The receptionist didn't answer, but her face went redder
yet, giving Lucy a clue to the answer.
None of it made any sense until Lucy found a note amongst
Roxy's things that evening. Lucy felt guilty for snooping,
but she was actually a bit worried about Roxy.
' you belong to me now
i love the it shows what a whore you are
a volunteer are you?
volunteer to Dr. Marsh
he'll want a display i want you to three times daily
while at the reception desk
no excuses '
The note floored Lucy. Now she knew that Dr. Marsh's
story about an incriminating was true, and it was
apparent that the was using it to blackmail Roxy into
his perverse medical procedures. Lucy dreaded to think about
what else he would want to do to Roxy's body. So far, the
permanent damage had been minimal. Lucy was determined to
stop this thing once and for all on Monday. Shelly would put
an end to this.
Roxanne had a bad feeling about today. Lucy had been
acting oddly sympathetic for the whole week, and seemed very
edgy on the way in to work this morning. Of course, this was
the day that Shelly was going to be back from her leave, and
she would definitely have some questions about the new
jewellery and the lip injections.
The last week had kept Roxanne in constant anxiety. The
next set of instructions had been the most difficult yet.
They told her to at the reception desk. When the
doctors went in for procedures, the nurses were always in
and out of the reception area, and Roxanne was scared to
death of being caught. It also excited her to no end, which
made it doubly difficult to be discrete while cumming.
Another of the instructions had mandated volunteering to
be a virtual 'display model' for Dr. Marsh's cosmetic
procedures. At first, Roxanne had thought that it was a dead
give-away that the piggish doctor was involved in the letter
writing. However, when she approached him about it, he
seemed surprised by the request, and reluctant to take the
offer.
In the end, she had practically had to beg him to make
some minor changes to her appearance, in hopes that the
piercings and lip injections would be enough to satisfy the
letter writer.
There was no other note.
Roxanne was beginning to fear that the letter writer
would never reveal himself or herself. Her curiosity was
killing her.
When Shelly came in, there was a lot of office business
to catch up on. The other staff members each went in for a
quick morning meeting with the head of the clinic. By the
time it was her turn to see her friend, Roxanne was almost
sick with anxiety.
Sitting across the desk from her friend and former
colleague, Roxanne could feel the woman's eyes burning into
her.
" What the hell is this ?" Shelly asked angrily.
Roxanne couldn't meet her eyes.
" I, uh, volunteered to be a sort of 'display model' for
doctor..."
" Cut the bullshit, Roxy. "
That hurt. Up to this point, Shelly had been careful to
call her friend by her proper name. Now, in anger, she
reverted to the less respectful form. The cosmetic surgeon
continued.
" What I'm talking about is the video. "
" ?" Roxanne's heart began to pound in her ears.
Shelly shook her head, and then slipped a plain
tape into her VCR. The television screen lit up to a scene
that Roxanne had never witnessed herself. It was the Royal
Motel.
Roxanne was on the bed, laying back, playing with her
pussy. On one side of the screen, a woman was crawling onto
the bed beside her. Despite herself, Roxanne leaned forward
in her chair to get a better view. The more she thought
about it, the more she knew that the woman who straddled her
face had to be the letter writer.
In the scene, the woman positioned herself over Roxanne's
face. Then, for a moment, the woman was visible. Was it
Lucy... no, not Shelly... nor any of the nurses... Roxanne
squinted to identify the woman. Then it hit her. The woman
was actually Becky Keena, the very receptionist who had
introduced her to her problems initially.
Roxanne shook her head in disbelief. When she was on that
bed, imagining herself to be licking at the of the
cocky receptionist, in all actuality her fantasy was being
fulfilled. In the video, the smug was flinging verbal
abuse at the doctor who was serving her, and Roxanne was
enjoying it thoroughly.
Becky Keena. Dr. Vichy's receptionist. It was too weird.
But it made sense to her now. The letter writer had to be
someone who was confident in exactly how she would react.
Becky already knew how to turn her on. The first time the
blond had abused her, it was for the amusement of the
hospital's surgeons. This time, she used the information to
take some personal amusement from the degradation of the
surgeon.
All of the suspicions that Roxanne had held about her co-
workers must have just been an extra bit of satisfaction for
the girl. Roxanne felt like such a fool for playing into her
hands.
Shelly turned off the video. Roxanne couldn't face her
friend. The woman had stood by her from the beginning, and
given her a second chance. Now the cosmetic surgeon was
angry. It showed in her voice.
" I don't know what you were thinking, Roxy. First you go
and blow your career at the hospital with your silly urges,
and now you're away all of your chances for
recovering. I don't have to tell you how upset I am. Now,
from what I hear from the staff, you're bringing your
perversions in to work with you too."
" I'm sorry... "
" Shut the fuck up. "
Roxanne was taken aback. She had never heard her friend
swear like that.
" Does it turn you on to be a fucking stupid whore like
this ?"
The question hung in the air for a moment. When she
finally answered, it was just a whisper.
" Yes. "
" Jesus Christ... this is turning you on right now, isn't
it ?"
" Yes. "
Tears were forming in Roxanne's eyes, but Shelly seemed
too angry to care.
" All right, Roxy. If you're going to act like a
submissive whore, I'm going to treat you like one. Get on
your knees. "
This was the last reaction that Roxanne had expected from
her friend, but apparently, the woman's compassion had
reached its limits. Roxanne slid down onto her knees.
" You're going to continue to work here, Roxy, but from
now on, you follow only my instructions. I've bought the
video tape to protect your interests. As long as you follow
my commands, and don't do anything else stupid, we might
just be able to salvage your career. "
" Dr. Marsh has told me about your request to be a
for his techniques, and I've agreed to let you do that.
However, the cost of the procedures will be deducted from
your pay. "
" If you screw anything up, I'm going to punish you the
only way you seem to understand. I'll whip your ass raw. And
since you want to be a submissive slut so badly, I'll let
you, but only in the confines of this office. No more of
this bullshit !" The surgeon tapped the tape for
emphasis.
" Do we understand each other ?"
Roxanne was crying now. How had she ever let herself sink
this low in the esteem of her friend. Shelly seemed to very
angry and disappointed in her.
" Yes..." she said, and then added. " Ma'am. "
That just felt right.
" Good. Now you're going to show me how seriously you
take my new rules by crawling over here, and licking my
pussy. "
The idea shocked Dr. Roxanne Tremblay. Shelly sat down at
her desk, and hiked up her skirt slightly. Crawling between
those legs now would just show how far Roxanne had sunk, to
be used sexually by her only remaining friend.
Slowly, with tears rolling down her cheeks, Roxanne
crawled around the desk, and then underneath it. Hesitating
wouldn't make this easier. Roxanne leaned forward into the
waiting crotch of her best friend.
Above the desk, Shelly didn't seem quite so angry now.
This is where Roxanne has always belonged, she mused to
herself. It just took a little effort to get her there. The
doctor would be down there for a while now. It always took
Shelly a very long time to orgasm, but the wait was worth
it. The difficulty was finding a lover who would spend a
full half-hour or sometimes much longer licking her pussy.
Of course, this little arrangement solved that problem.
While Roxanne worked beneath the desk, Shelly thought of one
little piece of business that she wanted to wrap up
immediately. From one of her open drawers, she produced a
chequebook.
She wrote the cheque for one thousand dollars, and made
it out to Becky Keena.
Shelly paused on the line marked 'memo', and then wrote
with a smile:
" Receptionist Bonus "
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