Mindy managed to regain her composure, then lowered her skirt, forgetting entirely about her panties. They were superfluous. Besides, they'd just get wet. She was still gushing juices from her cock-starved cunt.
'Now, Mrs. McGill, I want that letter typed and sent off immediately. I don't have anything further for you this afternoon. You may leave after you've finished the letter and posted it.'
Mindy smoothed her skirt and nodded. She had been dismissed.
But she didn't care. She was finally getting into the swing of The Institute, beginning to enjoy the assignments she was given. Who could tell? She might even decide to stay on. It wasn't that bad a life, all things considered. She got plenty of fucking as well as incredibly diverse sexual encounters; there was an abundance of fine foods all expertly fixed; she had posh quarters and a lavish wardrobe. The few drawbacks like Michelle and the enforced solitude might be changed. Hadn't Michelle alluded to the fact that the higher-ups had their eye on her?
Mindy thought she might be able to work her way up in the power structure of The Institute someday soon. It was a cheering thought to the girl.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Mindy considered working some more on her private escape path through the wall, then decided she'd just take it easy for a while. The past week hadn't been bad, not bad at all. Every single one of the patrons had asked for something she was more than happy to deliver with gusto. The initial shock and humiliation dealt out by Michelle had now worn away and was nothing but an unpleasant memory. Mindy was even beginning to enjoy her enforced servitude at The Institute.
Michelle kept inadvertently dropping hints that one of the bosses had taken a special interest in Mindy, that the higher-ups in general were quite pleased with her performance. Rocky had even kicked in with an extra grand; Mindy had wormed that information from Michelle. The redhead had reluctantly admitted it. Just hearing the confession wrung from the cruel woman's thin lips heartened Mindy, made her feel she was really on top of the situation.
Woodie and Jeff had been interesting. She hoped someday another of the patrons would need to get off on smoking dope. That had been a special thrill for her, that and having two big cocks stuffed into her cunt and asshole at the same time. And the professor hadn't really been all that bad; Mindy had even enjoyed his treatment. But this was in retrospect. At the time, she had been completely terrified.
Some of the other patrons were far more mundane. One had not even touched her. All she had to do to please him was slowly strip while he jacked himself off. Another had frightened her a bit, insisting on sticking needles in her.
Doc, as Mindy had taken to calling him, had not hurt her at all. In fact, it had been kind of freaky balling a guy when you had a couple needles stuck in the right places. Doc was an acupuncture specialist and had wanted to try out his theories concerning the placement of the slender slivers of steel and increased sexual drives.
The girl couldn't say she got more out of fucking him than she would have without the needles – the guy was really good in bed and well-hung – but it had been different.
In fact, everything about The Institute was different. Mindy reflected on her future. Back in Denver, she'd wanted to be an airline stewardess. Either that or possibly a nurse. Now that she was here in The Institute, surrounded by luxuries beyond her wildest dreams, the thoughts of putting up with dirty old lechers pinching her butt while she bent over to serve TV dinners on an airplane tossed by air turbulence or carrying shit-filled bedpans didn't really appeal to her any more.
Mindy snuggled down in the soft fur bedspread she had been given after her session with Rocky. It felt so good on her naked back, caressing and cradling her. She rolled over on to her stomach and felt the softness rubbing against the twin points of her tits and the smooth plane of her belly. By spreading her legs slightly, she could rub her once gloriously furred cunt mound against the fur of the bedspread.
It was so cozy, so peaceful. That it was also a prison didn't bother Mindy too much any more. Everyone lived in a prison of some kind. She was coming around to considering the best ways of freeing herself from this cell, not through the tiny hole she'd clawed in the wall, but by taking Michelle's job away from her. There had to be a way. There was always a way if a person was determined enough.
She'd find out the proper method and use it.
Airline stewardess? Nurse? No, those were childish fantasies. It would be so much more profitable being in a position of power at The Institute.
Mindy was just drifting off to sleep, swaddled in the fine fur spread, when the squeak of the iron door opening awakened her. She peered up with cold green eyes at Michelle. In the past week, every time the red- haired bitch had come in, she had been a trifle on the fearful side, as if she dreaded being near Mindy. But not this time. Michelle's amethyst eyes seemed to dance and sparkle with some hidden jest.
Mindy hoped the joke wouldn't be at her expense.
'My pretty pretty all rested? Come along. This lime we have a very special patron for you. A regular patron and one I'm sure you'll really like!' Michelle's tone belied the sugary words. Mindy was reasonably certain that she would not enjoy the coming event.
'You're too good to me, Michelle.' Mindy hoisted herself from the comfortable bed. 'What should I wear?'
'Something terrible, my pretty pretty, something flimsy.'
The leer on Michelle's lips told Mindy that it was going to be a very trying session with this patron. Just to keep the redhead in her place, Mindy inquired casually, 'Is there any chance I could meet one of the bosses around here? You know, the people who tell you when to jump through the hoop?'
The reaction was all the girl could have hoped for. Michelle snapped her whip, the black tongue tickling the hairs on the side of Mindy's blonde head. But the captive noted that Michelle never landed the whip across those smooth, satiny shoulders or unmarred back any longer. Valuable merchandise was never intentionally damaged, not without paying the consequences. And Mindy's role as captive had taken on new dimensions. In certain instances she was able to turn the tables, be the one to infuriate and torment.
Content for the moment, Mindy quickly chose an old white blouse and shocking-pink slacks. She slipped her petite feet into brown loafers and marveled at the incongruity of the outfit. But Michelle said it didn't matter, so it didn't matter. Simple.
'Let's be off, Michelle. We simply must not keep your special friend waiting.'
Mindy boldly walked out of the cell, pushing past Michelle. The woman slammed the iron cell door and then followed, having to half-run to catch up with the now-distant girl. When Michelle was virtually even, Mindy lengthened her stride imperceptibly and Michelle found herself unable to keep up at a normal pace. Mindy was beginning to enjoy playing these little games with her guardian, as dangerous as they were. One-upsmanship was fun when you held the trump card; it could be fatal in these circumstances if the cards were badly played.
Michelle finally snapped, 'In there.' She kicked open a door with more force than necessary. Mindy smiled sweetly as she entered, then turned and gazed up into the red-haired woman's flashing, violet-colored eyes.
'Thank you, dear Michelle.' Again Mindy revealed her ivory white teeth in a perfectly ingenuous smile. Somehow, the returning smile from Michelle managed to put her on guard and kill that feeling of momentary superiority over her perpetual tormentor. The woman obviously knew what was in store for the girl and was relishing the thought.
Mindy released her pent-up breath as the door closed with a tiny click, indicating that the snap lock had been fastened. For better or for worse, she was stuck here until the patron was satisfied.
Green eyes slowly scanned the room. It was nothing elaborate. In fact, as bedroom suites at The Institute went, this one was rather plain and nondescript. The walls were barren of decoration except for the ever-present mirror. But Mindy had come to expect that, since every room used by the patrons had some form of observation device.
The bed was unspectacular. It had a nice spread with a gaudy pattern on top, but it was the standard king- sized bed that could be had in most motels. Mindy idly thought, as she sat down on the bed to await her next patron. There isn't even a TV set in this room.
