Nathan Silvers - Waylaid maid

"B-but I'm sorry, I can't pay you." Claudia Makie sat and sobbed helplessly in front of Tom Grainer. He'd been so nice to her when she came to buy the car. He'd taken her around and shown her all the models. That was probably why she'd taken one that was a bit more than she could afford. But that wasn't the real problem.

Tom sat behind his desk. His strong handsome face with its cropped beard was suddenly flushed with anger. "This is the third fucking payment you've missed!"

"I-I know, I'm sorry."

Claudia wept. She saw him get up and stared out over his shop floor. Tom was no ordinary car salesman. He owned the biggest and most successful dealership in the city. He was on the Chamber of Commerce and big things were rumored far his future.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" he snapped, his back to her. "You're a fucking teacher, you make good money!"

"I-I don't know," she sniveled, "the money just seems to go, you know." But she did know exactly where the money had gone and that was part of her shame.

It was those big louts of boys who laughed and talked behind her back in class. She had only just started teaching and it was misery already. Day after day, facing those knowing looks, those sniggers about her breasts, she knew what they were saying. To escape her hatred and despair, she had bought the car and spent two insane months chasing around the singles bars of town, looking to get laid.

And get laid she had, Claudia was a stunning beauty, that was part of her problem. Wide-set brown eyes, straight nose, high cheekbones and a pair of luscious red lips that were always open just enough to show the hint of her white front teeth. And her face was framed by silky shoulder-length brunette hair that seemed to fall exactly the right way whatever she did.

So Claudia had picked up a man within a half-hour of walking into any of the bars. She had laid nearly fifty men in those two months and her indifference to sex had grown with each encounter. After a while that had turned to disgust and hatred of herself for doing anything so cheap. But still she went back, hoping that it might be all right. It wasn't. It never was. Claudia didn't know why she found sex so appalling, but the last Friday night she had really freaked out and thrown some poor man out of her apartment, only just allowing him time to collect his clothes. He had had to put them on in the hall to her apartment.

So she was here; broke, and horrified at her entire life.

"Well," Tom said, turning from the window, "what are we going to do about it?"

He flicked a handle and the venetian blind dropped down, cutting them off from the men on the shop floor.

Claudia knew what he was hinting. She had even dressed for that, in a short skirt and a blouse cut almost to the tops of her tits. She looked up at the powerful man standing over her arid shuddered. Suddenly she couldn't do it. All she had to do was fuck him. That would pay for this month's installment on the car. Why not? She had fucked enough in the last month.

"I-I must keep that car," she sobbed, "I need it for work."

"You're a beautiful enough girl," said Tom slowly, "you can think of something."

His hand strayed out and he ran his finger inside the top of her blouse, drawing it slightly away from her tits. Claudia shuddered. She was sure he could see the top of her tiny uplift bra. "What do you think you're worth to me?"

"I-I don't know," Claudia sobbed, burying her face in her hands again.

"Now come on," he said and there was a steel note in his voice. "That's what you came prepared to offer, so why fuck around now?"

His finger moved back across the top of her blouse, teasing her.

Claudia shuddered, but he was right. That was what she had come prepared to offer. She might as well, it was only a fuck.

"W-whatever you say," she said, "but I must keep that car, I really must."

"Well, come on then," he said and his presence rippled over Claudia until she was weak at the knees. "We'll do it once and I'll decide what you're worth. Then you can pay off the whole car or just some installments."

"All right," Claudia said grudgingly. She got up and reached for the zipper to her skin. She slid it down and got ready to drop it to the floor. "Christ," he said and his voice mocked her.

"You're as sexy as a wet mound of jello. Come here and put that back on." He leaned against his desk. "No time for that anyway," he said, as Claudia pulled her dress back up. "Come here!"

In a horrible dream Claudia walked up to him. He towered over her, both in stature and in the calm self-confidence he exuded.

"Kneel!" he ordered.

Oh God, Claudia thought. Suddenly she knew what he wanted. She knelt, her face inches from his crotch.

"Now open my pants and suck me off," he commanded.

That did it. Claudia had refused to do that with any of the men who fucked her. She would never take a man's cock in her mouth, never, it was disgusting. She leapt back to her feet.

"No, no!" she screamed. "I won't, I won't!" She stood trembling.

"I see," he said, and there was a nasty note in his voice. "Sit down!" He walked back around his desk. "We have a problem." He leaned back in his chair, lighting a long thin cigar. "You want the car, but you can't pay for it."

"I-I don't know," Claudia muttered.

"There may be a solution," Tom said. He let that sink in until the sobbing woman had quieted and sat looking at him. "I have weekend parties. Small groups, business entertaining, that sort of thing. I need help for them, serving, dishes and other things. We might cut a deal on that. If you're interested."

Claudia thought about it. Serving people, doing dishes, what a horrible way to pass a weekend. But it was better than losing the car. A taxi to school every day would cost far more. If only she could get out of teaching, everything would be all right.

"Well," she said timidly. "W-when would this be?"

"This weekend. Friday night to Sunday night. You stay the whole time." He tapped ash into the ashtray.

Claudia wanted to burst into more tears. "All right then."

"Please, don't sound so enthusiastic." He looked at her closely for a while. "I think it will work out. Here's the address. Be there by six o'clock Friday."

Claudia was in a turmoil the rest of the week. It was ghastly enough that she had to put up with the wretched boys in her English class, but she would also be working the whole weekend. That depressed her enough, but she couldn't go back to the bars, that was even worse. Every time she looked at it, life got more unbearable.

She was at the depths of her depression as she got into the car Friday night and drove to the big house on the outskirts of town. The house was in its own grounds and she realized just how wealthy Tom must be. She parked around the back of the house where there were two other cars. As she went up the steps, she noticed that both of the other cars were from Tom's garage.

A slim blonde woman came to the door. "Hi, you Claudia?"

"Yes." Claudia wished she were dead.

"I'm Heidi, Tom's wife," said the woman. Heidi was beautiful with her blonde hair, wide mouth and hard, pale fawn eyes, but made of steel, Claudia thought. She was dressed in a tight black leather skirt with high black boots that went under the hem of the skirt and had to stop somewhere on her thighs. Above that, she wore a tight black blouse that was open to show the link in her bra between high-thrusting tits, and a black leather jacket. The whole outfit disturbed Claudia a lot.

She led Claudia to a small room off the kitchen. There were two other girls in there.

"They've got a costume for you in there," said Heidi. "Get dressed fast, we start in a half an hour."