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      The following story contains adult material.  If below the age of 18, go
outside, get some fresh air and do something healthy (g).

      If you ARE 18, then you should know the following story is about a young
woman who is forced into non-consensual sex, public humiliation, and b&d, in
both m/f and f/f situations.  Both the characters and occurrences in this
fiction are completely fictitious.


                                  The Mortgage
                                  By Marlissa

                                   PART THREE

      "What's going on next door, hon?  What are they building?" Amy asked,
setting a bag of precious groceries down on the table.  She was referring to
the construction going on in the big corner lot next door.  The air was filled
with the sounds of construction -- men and heavy equipment shaping the earth.

      Her husband shrugged.  "How should I know?" he responded angrily.
"Despite what you think, I'm not here all day."

It was starting already.  She hadn't been home two minutes.  "Just thought
there might be a job opportunity, that's all.  How did your search go today?"

      Wendell threw the paper across the room angrily.  "There's nothing out
there -- nothing!"

      Amy rubbed his back.  "Honey, it's just going to take a while -- that's
all! Don't get so down on yourself.  Really, it's all right!"  He was getting
so depressed these days.  It broke her heart to see him like this -- his
powerful frame bent over in frustration and shame.

      His eyes glared at her.  "Everywhere I go, I get the same thing --
'sorry, no openings.'  No construction jobs, nothing."  He was seething mad,
but she didn't rise to the bait.  It wasn't Amy he was mad at -- it was
himself.

      "What about the list of contacts Bob Baines gave me to give you?  Have
you tried them all?"

      Wendell ran a huge hand through his brown hair nervously.  "No -- I mean
yes I tried them all.  It was nice of him to offer to help but none of the
companies had work. Could you get me a beer?"

      Amy scurried to the fridge, bringing him back a cold one.  She wanted to
say something -- he was putting on weight by drinking so much -- but she held
her tongue. "Here you go honey.  Just go sit down and watch the news.  I'll
have dinner ready in a few minutes, o.k.?"  Wendell clambered up and switched
on the television.

      As she prepared a meatloaf, Amy looked at the calendar hanging on the
kitchen wall. Wendell had been out of work for four months to the day.  Dully,
she thought about how hard life had become since getting married.  She was so
tired all the time now, what with working at the bank AND cleaning the small
house AND making dinner.  And latter when they went to bed, Wendell would want
to make love to her -- and she would have to say no.  She sighed.  They hadn't
made love in weeks, practically since she had started temping at the bank.  She
never had the energy these days and knew it was frustrating him to no end.
Soon.  He'll get a job soon, she thought hopefully.

                                ****************

      Amy felt uncomfortable as she escorted the three strange men to Bob's
office. They were unlike the typical loan applicants, that was for sure.  True,
they wore expensive suits and were thoroughly polite (as much as the language
difference made that possible), but there was an edge to them that made her
skin crawl, a shark-like gleam in their eyes as they scanned the bank offices
-- and her.  She knew they were checking out her figure as she led them down
the hallway.  All strange, but Amy reminded herself,  you didn't often have
three South American businessmen doing business in Bentson County.  She could
feel their eyes on her ass as she knocked on Bob's door.

      "Your guests are here."  She opened the door and Bob greeted them in
fluent Spanish. Amy left the group, glad to be done with them,  as Bob shut the
door firmly.  Bob was amazing. She had had no idea he was so well-traveled and
could speak Spanish so well. You just never knew all a person's little secrets,
she thought.

      As she attended to her filing, she could hear raised voices from time to
time behind the great oak door.  Spanish words filled with anger, then calm,
then pleased.  Must be a big deal!  An hour later, Bob asked her to come in.

      "Amy, we need your help.  These gentlemen," he nodded toward the slick
young operators, "are with the Hemispheric Economic Development Commission and
represent some very major business interests.  Have you heard of NAFTA?  Yes,
well it has opened the way between institutions like First Metropolitan and
their organization to work together in each of our respective communities.
These gentlemen are interested in working with us to ensure their assets are
invested widely in all kinds of local businesses here in Bentson County."

      Amy smiled and nodded at the men.  To her disgust, they openly leered at
her. One stared right at her chest and laughed, saying something in Spanish to
the other two. They all then laughed.  Amy blushed.

      "That's great Bob.  Can I go now?"  These guys gave her the creeps!

      Bob nodded.  "In a minute.  We just need you to witness the agreement."
He pushed a stack of papers toward her, all legalese and written in
incomprehensible bank English.

      She picked up a pen, trying not to have her back face the three South
Americans.

      "Where should I sign?  There aren't any other signatures here."

      "We'll do that after you sign your name.  Sign here," Bob pointed out.
"And here. And here, and..."  Amy's eyes were bleary twenty minutes later after
signing her name in dozens of places on documents that all looked the same.  As
she signed the last one, she shook her hand in relief.

      "All set!  Can I go?"  She had to sign papers and documents on behalf of
Baines all day. It was a regular part of her job.  But this was ridiculous!

      The four men looked at her with wide smiles.  "Sure Amy, you can go.
Thanks for your help."

      She left, happy to be done with that annoying chore.  She took a late
lunch and by the time she returned to the bank, the three men were gone.

                                ****************

      I shouldn't be upset, Amy thought as she stormed out of Baine's office.
He was right. She had just be reprimanded by her boss and the thing was, he was
absolutely correct. She SHOULD have been addressing him more appropriately all
along.  This was a place of business and their relationship was that of boss
and secretary, not two family friends. Amy was lucky to have this job, even if
it was a temp position.  What was the big deal. Fine, from now on it would be
just like he said -- whenever she spoke to him, it would be 'Mr. Baines' or
'Sir.'

                                 **************

      She had thought he'd be pleased when he saw her reading the banking
magazines on her lunch hour.  Since she was temping it was more out of
curiosity, but still she wanted to make a good impression on Baines.  She
wanted to show him she had initiative, especially because of the way things
were working out.

      Things were changing somehow, getting more difficult for her.  Nothing
she did was quite right.  Though he remained calm and collected about it, Amy
knew she was disappointing him in some way.  The look in his face was almost
always one of strained tolerance, as if her performance left much to be
desired.

      So the magazines.  But when he saw her reading them, he became positively
furious. "What are you doing?"

      "J-just trying to learn more about the business, Sir!" she stammered,
confused. He was reacting as if she was doing something very, very wrong.

      "You are a secretary, for God's sakes!  Stick to your Vogues and Cosmos
and leave the banking to those who understand it -- got me!"

      She nodded her head, not a little hurt.  Later that day, she found an
apology note waiting for her.

      "Amy,

      Sorry I yelled at you, but you must understand that to do the best job
for me, you need only take direction and do what you are told.  In my
experience, reading just confuses a cute kid like you.  Stick to your fashion
magazines, o.k.?

      Your Boss, Mr. Baines"

      Underneath the note was the latest copy of Cosmopolitan magazine.

                                ***************

      "Try some.  I think you'll really like it."

      Amy took the proffered piece of chewing gum politely.  She wasn't a gum
chewer -- in fact she despised girls would incessantly snapped and chewed the
stuff.  But Mr. Baines was trying to be nice.  She popped it in her mouth,
thanked her boss and went back to work.

      As she typed up a memo, Amy couldn't help but enjoy the stuff.  It had a
strange taste though -- a taste she remembered but couldn't place.  A half hour
later she realized when she had first come across the taste.  It had been her
honeymoon, a result of something she had done for Wendell.  It was the first
and only time since she had tasted it till now, because she hadn't liked the
taste that time.  But now she couldn't get enough of it, sucking the gum dry
with every chew.  The gum tasted like sperm!

      As she submitted the memo for Baine's signature, she asked him about the
gum, careful not to mention the taste.

      He smiled.  "I'm glad you like it.  I thought you would.  My business
partners, the gentlemen from South America, sent it to me for possible
marketing here in the States.

      Consider yourself a test subject!  You can't get it here, but I have
plenty of samples. Would you like another piece?"

      She nodded gratefully, taking the wrapper off the stick.  As she did, she
looked at the wrapper.  In big red letters, she noted the gum's name:
"Sexy-licious Chewing Gum." "Cute name," she said dryly.

      Baines shrugged.  "It's foreign, Amy.  Probably a bad translation.  Start
on my next memo, would you?"

      Amy returned to her desk and began pounding on the keys, snapping her gum
without realizing it.  A half-hour later, she felt compelled to ask Mr. Baines
for another piece.  In spite of its salty taste, the stuff was absolutely
addictive!  She was secretly thrilled at the end of the day when Baines
rewarded her for a good day's work by giving her a whole box of the stuff.


                    In Part Four, the last straw for Amy...

