Dirty Diaries: A Darkly Erotic Novel by Anita Rimmer

a sip with the other.
     
    I sat down in front of him, waiting for
him to speak.  He pulled out another glass from the cabinet next to his desk
and poured me a drink, pushing it forward like a peace offering.
     
    "You've been here close to half a
year," he said calmly.  "I'll be sorry to see you go."
     
    So he wasn't planning on offering me
anything to stay.  This drink was probably his way of giving me a farewell
bonus.  I picked it up and drained the glass, glaring at him. 
     
    "So that's it?  Half a year and
you're sending me off with a drink and a nice to meet you?  You've made a lot
of money off of me, Frank.  Not just from whatever you're charging these guys,
but your business has increased a lot since I started here.  You're just going
to give all that up to save giving me a few more bucks?"  My blood was
boiling now that this really seemed like the end.  I was mostly pissed that he
was being so callous about it all.  Not that I had any illusions that we cared
for one another in the slightest, but I was surprised he was so willing to give
up a good money maker.  Was I really so easy to replace?
     
    Frank gave me one of his creepy smiles,
like he knew something I didn't.  It made me even angrier and I could feel my
face start to flush. 
     
    "I pay you enough.  Don't forget you
get room and board as well.  In fact, I think what I give you is probably
overly generous."
     
    My head was spinning at the way he was
talking, he was still being a complete prick.  I wasn't going to sit here anymore
and listen to him.  I don't know why he even invited me in, unless it was just
to rub it in my face that he wasn't paying me anything more.
     
    I stood up to leave and all of a sudden
felt very dizzy.  One drink shouldn't have affected me so much.  Frank looked
up at me as I grabbed a hold of his desk for support.  He was still grinning
wildly.  It was the last thing I remember seeing before I blacked out.
     
    I woke up later, but I had no idea how
much time had passed.  What I noticed immediately was that my hands were bound
and I was completely naked.  The room was dark but a faint light was coming
through a familiar hole in the wall.  I was locked in the glory hole closet. 
That asshole had drugged me.  I tried to yell, but my mouth was taped shut.  I
had no idea what the hell was going on, so I started to cry in fear and
frustration.
     
    I lay there for a while.  It was hard to
judge the passage of time.  Eventually, though, I heard a sound coming from the
other side of the wall.  I struggled to sit up and then the door opened.  The
sudden light from the other room blinded my dilated pupils momentarily so I
wasn't sure who it was that hauled me to my feet.  I was dragged into the other
room and then forced down onto the ground facing the little bench.  I was on my
knees with my ass in the air. 
     
    I recognized the heavy breathing of Frank
before I even turned my head to look at him.  He was busy fastening my arms in
front of me to the bench attached to the floor. 
     
    "Don't worry, Anna.  I'll let you go
in a bit.  But I have someone who is willing to pay big bucks to fuck a
helplessly bound girl and I just happened to have one handy.   But I'll tell
you what, I'm even going to give you some of the money.  After all, you're
going to need it if you really want to leave."  He laughed again and then
worked his way back up to his feet.  I heard him stomp away and the door slam
shut behind him.
     
    A few minutes later it opened again.  I
was terrified, wondering who it was behind me.  I hated not being able to move
my hands or to talk, or scream.  I tried to turn my head but I wasn't able to
see enough in that direction.  Whoever had come in was silent, standing still
behind me and just watching me struggle.  I realized then that that was
probably part of the thrill for this sick fuck, so I forced myself to just lie
still.  I had to just treat this like any other job.  Let