“Sounds like you have it all planned out,” I reply. “I’m sure Mr. York had a good reason. People have personal issues going on in their lives. My grandmother says ‘when we get older, some of us are afraid of the unknown, which is getting older’.”
“So true, young lady.”
“I heard he dyed his hair because he didn’t like turning gray.”
I watch the movements of Mr. Marion and his assistant for any hint of culpable actions they would react fast to hide.
“He was scared of going gray?” asks Mr. Marion.
“Yes, I heard he dyed it a blonde color,” I say as the assistant looks over at me. “However, nobody knows when he did it because there is no proof of the actions, just poof, the color showed up.”
The assistant looked back down at her phone and seemed to forget we are in the room as she swiped on her phone over and over.
“It doesn’t seem like a big deal to me,” says Lowell standing up from his chair. “Thank you so much, Mark for seeing us today. My mother will be happy to hear of your commitment to the fundraising event. We’ll get back to you about the exact date.”
“No problem, whenever they want to do it, I will be ready,” responds Mr. Marion. “It was a pleasure meeting you, Leta, is it?”
“Right, and same to you.”
Debbie moved out of the way to allow us to walk past her to the door. I size her up to be about five foot eight. I glance back at Mr. Marion appearing to be well over six feet three.
I release a heavy sigh. I’m losing hope of putting those two in connection with Alan York’s disappearance.
Lowell jerks me to come with him down a hallway in the opposite direction of the office entrance.
“Where are we going?”
“Shut up and come with me,” he growls pulling me into a side closet.
“What are we doing here?”
“Take your clothes off,” he orders me.
“Are you crazy?” I whisper to him. “No, not in this office.”
He is not going to make me lose my sanity. I’m over being ordered around by Lowell Bartlett.
“I have had dreams of you and me in this office. Why do you think I brought you here?”
“To help me,” I say in a softer voice. Maybe I can appeal to his better side and I can get out of this office with my dignity still intact.
“Everything comes with a price, Goddess,” he says in a menacing tone.
“I don’t want to do this, Lowell.” I push my hands against his chest as steps closer to me. Me touching him, makes him want me even more.
Taking both of my hands in his, he holds my arms up above my head and yanks my t-shirt up and off of me. I struggle against his solid hold on me to get away from him, but he refuses to let go.
“We can do this rough,” he chuckles low. “I rough you up real good with my dick.”
The thought of being fucked hard scares me. I’ve never been fucked. He doesn’t have to know that though. If he finds out I’m a virgin, he may fuck the shit out of me. I have to appear like I’m not scared and I know what I’m doing.
Oh, hell, am I going to lose my virginity to this sadist?
Am I going to be fucked in an office closet?
He pulls my jean shorts down my legs and motions for me to step out of them. I’m left in my black bra and panties feeling the chill in the air from the office air conditioning.
“You want me to rip these off of you too, or do you want to put these back on again?” he asks putting his fingers around each one like he’s about to pop a rubber band.
“I’ll take them off,” I say feeling a large lump in my throat as I unfasten my bra, letting it drop to the floor. I shimmy out of my panties and kick them to the side.
“That’s more like it, Goddess,” he says with a full smile locking the door. It almost makes him appear nice, but I know he’s not. “When you do what you’re told, he may leave you alone.”
That damned ‘He’ again.
“Please tell me who ‘He” is,” I plead in my most feminine voice.
“Nope, I want to fuck your fat pussy right now.”
“Fine, take it,” I say turning around and bend over. At least I won’t have to look at his devilish eyes.
“Oh no, Goddess, you don’t get it that easy,” he says spinning me back around to face him. He hoists my naked body up in the air to sit my butt down on the top a three-tier closet shelf. “You deserve to be up high like the Goddess you are, but you don’t deserve the dick.”
“Huh?”
I’m confused.
“Yeah, I’m going to fuck you, but not with my dick.”
Fear takes over my whole being more than ever.
I look around for things this maniac may attempt to use on me.
To my surprise, he forces my legs apart and goes face forward right into my pussy. I am in a state of shock. I ease a half an inch back from him not knowing what to expect from Lowell. This causes him to clam his arms around my waist and lock into his face.
He is not going to let me get out of this position.
He thrusts his tongue into my tingling folds, then flicks it against my clit.
This is a new feeling.
His soft lips and tantalizing tongue work wonders on my pussy. I didn’t know it could feel so good.
I lean my head back against the wall, close my eyes, and lose myself into a different world. I can live here forever. I see colors and feel vibrations that make my whole body tremble.
This can’t be Lowell.
How can he
