elroycohen
Steampunk Psycho
Luckily I had Beth to nurse my wounds. She scampered in after Mack and his thugs leered at her extra curvy figure on their way out, wondering what the loud bang was. When she saw my bloody nose and slight cut just above my eyebrow where Ty had ground with all his might, she ran and got some bandages and ice. I tried to yell after her that it was nothing. That I just slipped, but she went anyway.
As I leaned back in my desk chair and allowed Beth to tend to my wounds I was treated to a close up view of her mighty swinging cleavage. Like a narrow tunnel of pale, stretch marked flesh, they swayed ever so gently back and forth in the clearly overmatched bra as she reached for alcohol swabs and band-aids from the desk. That sight, inches from my face, combined with the flowery smell of her perfume wafting from between her mounds and sweet smell of pastry on her breath had me forced to keep my hands strategically placed in my lap. Even being able to keep my pitched tent from Beth I was helpless to cover up the drool forming at the corners of my mouth as my glands instinctively salivated at the sight of the abundant assets before me.
Hypnotized by the pendulous cleavage I was taken aback by Beth’s sudden question. “So what is it: gambling, or did you fool around with the wrong guy’s wife?”
“Excuse me?” I stammered.
“Well, I’m not stupid, doctor. I kind of wondered when those guys came in and paraded right into your office. Then when they left and I see you sitting there banged up I knew something was up. They certainly weren’t here because they are having problems conceiving.”
I knew the less people I involved in my own personal hell the better, but of course my lame slipping explanation was not going to fly, so using one of her reasons seemed to be a good enough, half truth. “Uh, I guess I do have a little gambling problem.” Beth’s chubby face became sympathetic. “I’m partial to the Raiders, which has been hard on my bank account.” I babbled on.
Beth moved even closer and rested a hand on my thigh. “You poor thing. Guys like that can be dangerous. My cousin got messed up with some bad characters when he moved out to Vegas and discovered blackjack. So if you ever need a place to stay feel free to use my place like a safe house. I got a spare room you can use until you’re able to get straight with them. You’d just have to be OK with me lounging on the couch in my sweats stuffing my face and watching TV, which has been my personal life as of late,” she said with a wink.
“Thanks,” I told her cleavage. “But I’d hate to drag you into all this. Besides I should be able to get squared up with them before it gets to that point.”
Beth smiled. “Well okay, but don’t be too proud to ask for help. You took a chance on hiring me when I needed help, so I’d be glad to return the favor.” Perhaps it was just me, but Beth said the last sentence with a hint of double meaning as she gave my thigh a playful slap causing luscious quivering through her cleavage.
Now I had mentioned Beth’s blatant flirting had increased as of late, but it had really always existed ever since she had started working for me. I think it started out as her being attracted to me simply because I was a slightly older doctor after her years of dating rowdy college boys. The comfort level grew, especially during her initiation where she blew up to resemble a five and a half foot high beach ball and I was a comforting voice amongst a sea of people who just told her she was getting fat.
After I had relented on her initiation Beth and I became like an old married couple. She was comfortable enough to where she would share personal details, no mater how sexual in nature they may have been. On long days when her and I were the only ones left in the clinic she thought nothing of peeling off her nylons or unfastening her bra beneath her blouse to be more comfortable. The flirting itself ebbed and flowed based on whether Beth had a boyfriend, and for my part I tried to keep things more boss-employee rather then horny man-overly friendly woman. Clearly though as Beth was sticking her cleavage in my face and offering her place as a safe house a line was being crossed and with everything else going on I felt helpless to do anything about it.
I watched Beth’s wide bubble butt sashay out of my office and was suddenly jerked back to reality by the folder sitting on my desk complete with a drop of my blood on it.
“Hey, Beth do I have anything lined up for the rest of the day that can’t be rescheduled?” I called out.
Beth thought for a second. “You do have that couple that has been waiting for six months to get a meeting with you. They came all the way from Rhode Island.”
Too bad for them. “You know what I’m going to need you to do, Beth, is set them up at whatever luxury hotel has an opening, get them one of my pamphlets on sexual positions that promote fertilization and tell them to practice tonight and reschedule their appointment for tomorrow. I have something to do today that won’t wait.”
As Beth scurried off to make the calls I grabbed the folder and looked at where I was going. Before leaving I took out my remote and programmed a little something for Beth. I increased her cravings for junk food and scheduled two cup size increase over the next few weeks complete with a growing false baby belly that would put the one she had when she first started with me to shame. Yes any regret I had had about how I had abused my power had melted away after Mack showed up. I was stuck with the fact that what was done was done and I might as well own my actions.
Beth was on hold with the hotel when I walked by. I grabbed a few donuts from the break room and set them on a corner of her desk. “Gosh those look good. Don’t they?”
Just the mere mention of them caused Beth to instinctively reach out and shove one in her mouth. She smiled up at me with Bavarian crème on her lips and I reasoned to myself, if you’re going to be a super villain, might as well go all out. I mean just a week prior I had been an intellectually gifted philanthropist who was just slightly morally challenged. Now I was something of a mad scientist being used as a lackey by the mob.
As I leaned back in my desk chair and allowed Beth to tend to my wounds I was treated to a close up view of her mighty swinging cleavage. Like a narrow tunnel of pale, stretch marked flesh, they swayed ever so gently back and forth in the clearly overmatched bra as she reached for alcohol swabs and band-aids from the desk. That sight, inches from my face, combined with the flowery smell of her perfume wafting from between her mounds and sweet smell of pastry on her breath had me forced to keep my hands strategically placed in my lap. Even being able to keep my pitched tent from Beth I was helpless to cover up the drool forming at the corners of my mouth as my glands instinctively salivated at the sight of the abundant assets before me.
Hypnotized by the pendulous cleavage I was taken aback by Beth’s sudden question. “So what is it: gambling, or did you fool around with the wrong guy’s wife?”
“Excuse me?” I stammered.
“Well, I’m not stupid, doctor. I kind of wondered when those guys came in and paraded right into your office. Then when they left and I see you sitting there banged up I knew something was up. They certainly weren’t here because they are having problems conceiving.”
I knew the less people I involved in my own personal hell the better, but of course my lame slipping explanation was not going to fly, so using one of her reasons seemed to be a good enough, half truth. “Uh, I guess I do have a little gambling problem.” Beth’s chubby face became sympathetic. “I’m partial to the Raiders, which has been hard on my bank account.” I babbled on.
Beth moved even closer and rested a hand on my thigh. “You poor thing. Guys like that can be dangerous. My cousin got messed up with some bad characters when he moved out to Vegas and discovered blackjack. So if you ever need a place to stay feel free to use my place like a safe house. I got a spare room you can use until you’re able to get straight with them. You’d just have to be OK with me lounging on the couch in my sweats stuffing my face and watching TV, which has been my personal life as of late,” she said with a wink.
“Thanks,” I told her cleavage. “But I’d hate to drag you into all this. Besides I should be able to get squared up with them before it gets to that point.”
Beth smiled. “Well okay, but don’t be too proud to ask for help. You took a chance on hiring me when I needed help, so I’d be glad to return the favor.” Perhaps it was just me, but Beth said the last sentence with a hint of double meaning as she gave my thigh a playful slap causing luscious quivering through her cleavage.
Now I had mentioned Beth’s blatant flirting had increased as of late, but it had really always existed ever since she had started working for me. I think it started out as her being attracted to me simply because I was a slightly older doctor after her years of dating rowdy college boys. The comfort level grew, especially during her initiation where she blew up to resemble a five and a half foot high beach ball and I was a comforting voice amongst a sea of people who just told her she was getting fat.
After I had relented on her initiation Beth and I became like an old married couple. She was comfortable enough to where she would share personal details, no mater how sexual in nature they may have been. On long days when her and I were the only ones left in the clinic she thought nothing of peeling off her nylons or unfastening her bra beneath her blouse to be more comfortable. The flirting itself ebbed and flowed based on whether Beth had a boyfriend, and for my part I tried to keep things more boss-employee rather then horny man-overly friendly woman. Clearly though as Beth was sticking her cleavage in my face and offering her place as a safe house a line was being crossed and with everything else going on I felt helpless to do anything about it.
I watched Beth’s wide bubble butt sashay out of my office and was suddenly jerked back to reality by the folder sitting on my desk complete with a drop of my blood on it.
“Hey, Beth do I have anything lined up for the rest of the day that can’t be rescheduled?” I called out.
Beth thought for a second. “You do have that couple that has been waiting for six months to get a meeting with you. They came all the way from Rhode Island.”
Too bad for them. “You know what I’m going to need you to do, Beth, is set them up at whatever luxury hotel has an opening, get them one of my pamphlets on sexual positions that promote fertilization and tell them to practice tonight and reschedule their appointment for tomorrow. I have something to do today that won’t wait.”
As Beth scurried off to make the calls I grabbed the folder and looked at where I was going. Before leaving I took out my remote and programmed a little something for Beth. I increased her cravings for junk food and scheduled two cup size increase over the next few weeks complete with a growing false baby belly that would put the one she had when she first started with me to shame. Yes any regret I had had about how I had abused my power had melted away after Mack showed up. I was stuck with the fact that what was done was done and I might as well own my actions.
Beth was on hold with the hotel when I walked by. I grabbed a few donuts from the break room and set them on a corner of her desk. “Gosh those look good. Don’t they?”
Just the mere mention of them caused Beth to instinctively reach out and shove one in her mouth. She smiled up at me with Bavarian crème on her lips and I reasoned to myself, if you’re going to be a super villain, might as well go all out. I mean just a week prior I had been an intellectually gifted philanthropist who was just slightly morally challenged. Now I was something of a mad scientist being used as a lackey by the mob.