Blackmail

[LovePete]

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[NikkiFox]

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[JEMMA]

The resort was as gorgeous as the rest of the island. Designed in much the same style as Lucas's home, it appeared to be part of the landscape and was surrounded by gorgeous tropical gardens. Sara could only imagine how a week's free vacation in a place like this engendered loyalty on the part of his clients. He was definitely not a dumb man. 

Lucas had exited the car in front of her and extended her a hand to help her more gracefully maneuver from the car. A Déjà vu feeling came flooding over her as she once again found herself blushing furiously when she saw Ben. This time however, his face didn't hold amusement, as much as pure unadulterated lust. 

It occurred to Sara that, other than Ty, she had seen no other women on the island. Granted, her scope of travel had been pretty limited but she knew the guys who worked at the house all lived in a smaller house on the grounds. She hadn't seen any women coming or going. 

Lucas had placed a steadying hand on her hip and propelled her up the walkway that led to the resort entry way. With her first few steps, Sara gasped audibly as the plug in her ass shifted. Small tremors echoed through her pussy with each step she took. She had never felt anything like it. 



"Something wrong, Sara?" Lucas asked with a sly grin. He apparently knew the effect the apparatus was having on her. 

Sara refused to give him the satisfaction of acknowledging the sensations. Instead she focused on her observation of a few moments before. 

"Lucas," Sara said. "Why don't I ever see any other women on the island?"

"Interesting," he said as they kept walking. "I seem to recall you having a very intimate encounter with a woman on this island. Has that slipped your mind already? Ty will be so hurt."

"No, you ass," she hissed. Leave it to Lucas to not miss an opportunity to embarrass her. "I mean other women. Don't the men who work for you have girlfriends or at least go on dates?"

"Not that this is any of your business but anyone who works with me here on Mikau, and is married, brings their spouse to live with them. But not girlfriends. Girlfriends are a distraction. I need my people to be focused on their jobs. Married people are far more stable and I find they don't have trouble staying on task. But a man whose mind is on chasing pussy, is not a good employee," Lucas answered. "The single men get time away from the island every month so they can take care of those needs."

"Nice to know you control other people's lives too," she quipped. "But what about the single women who work for you?"

"I don't hire single women," Lucas answered matter-of-factly. 

"What?!" Sara stopped walking and turned to stare at him. "You don't hire single women? Jesus, just when I think you can't be more of a bastard. Women aren't smart enough to work for your precious company then?"

Lucas merely grabbed her elbow and forced her to keep moving forward, as if she hadn't just thrown a minor hissy fit. "Do shut up, Sara."

As she noticed two couples standing just inside the doorway, he squeezed her elbow hard. Lucas smiled brilliantly and leaned over to whisper in her ear as if he were telling her a joke. 

"You just concern yourself with being cordial to my guests. If you let that smart mouth get out of control this evening, I have a whole staff of men who, by now you should realize, will be happy to help me keep it full.," he snarled through his grin. "Now laugh like I just told you something very amusing. Do you understand me?"

Sara put on her best fake smile... and she laughed. "Yes, Lucas."

He let go of her elbow and said, "Good girl."

As they reached the couples, Sara couldn't help but notice the startled expression on the faces of the women... and the lustful ones on the part of the men. While the guests were also dressed for a party... the men in suits ... the women had chosen far more modest clothing than the dress Lucas had picked for her. 

"Well, they probably don't have a maniac hell bent on turning them into a slut either," Sara thought to herself miserably. She felt herself slouching; trying to hide in plain sight. 

Lucas shook hands with the men and kissed the women on their cheeks. They all looked at him with an adoration that made Sara want to vomit. 

"May I introduce you to Sara," Lucas said. "Ms. Sara is part of our internship program." His smile was genuine and his manner relaxed and Sara hated him. 

"An internship? Oh, how very lucky you are!" exclaimed one of the women. Sara assumed she was speaking to her, though the woman never took her eyes off of Lucas.



The other woman placed a hand on his forearm. The woman gushed, "That is really incredible Lucas. You are so generous." 

Turning to Sara with a far less appreciative gaze, she said, "What an amazing opportunity. I mean, to get the chance to live in this paradise and get paid! Not to mention the honor to work with Mr. Charles...you are a very lucky young lady." 

Lucas gave Sara a look that apparently only she could read as menacing.

"Yes, oh yes," Sara answered in the driest, least sarcastic voice she could summon. "I am very fortunate indeed." 

"Shall we go to the patio," Lucas asked with a slight approving nod in her direction. "I believe the rest of the guests are outside having drinks, let's join them."

Sara hardly recognized this man. He was clearly in full-on "host mode" and the man that seemed to take such pleasure in torturing her was nowhere to be found. 

The woman who already had her hand on Lucas's forearm... Elaine, Sara thought her name was...clutched his arm, ensuring that Lucas would escort her. Her husband fell in beside Lucas and began talking what Sara could only assume was business. 

With a deep and silent sigh, Sara prepared to follow the small group. She was perfectly happy and comfortable to not be on the arm of a man, but she wasn't entirely sure she would make it to the patio on these heels. Why did men insist that these things were sexy? Sure, if you were the 1 out of 100 women that could walk in them and not look like a stork with sore feet, they might be sexy. Otherwise, they were just dumb, and in practical and uncomfortable...and that was not even taking into account the large piece of rubber that was firmly inserted in her ass. Every movement was a mixture of irritation and pleasure. 

Lost in her mental diatribe against the shoe and sex toy industries... and men, Sara was completely surprised by the arm that wrapped itself around her waist. 

"Well, well, well... look who I've found wandering around all by herself," Doc said as he leaned in to kiss Sara's cheek. "How is it that the most beautiful girl in the room doesn't have an escort to the party?"

"Holy mother of god," thought Sara. She had thought Lucas looked smoldering and dangerous in his suit, but Doc... Doc looked downright edible. 

And he smelled amazing. What was it about some men's cologne that could cause a woman to get weak in the knees? Whatever he was wearing evoked rapid fire images in Sara's brain of the forest, a mountain stream, an old library, a sailboat ... and fucking. 

"Hello," Sara said shyly.

"Hello yourself," Doc said with a grin and a wink. "I certainly hope someone has already told you that you look...what's the word? Amazing, incredible, gorgeous? Luscious... ah yes. Sara, my dear, you look delectable. 

She couldn't help but laugh at the coincidence, since she herself had just thought of him as edible. Apparently they were both hungry. 

"Thank you, sir. You look quite dashing yourself," Sara responded somewhat stiffly. She may be spellbound by his gorgeous looks, but she certainly hadn't forgotten the last time she'd seen the man. Just the thought of it brought a hot blush to her face. 

"You are too kind, my lady," he responded, clearly finding Sara's formality amusing. "Since you have been left here to your own devices, I wonder if you might give me the pleasure of seeing you safely to the affair. I fear there are rogues and scallywags about."

Whether it was his horrible fake British accent or the role of a "gentleman caller" he was affecting, Doc so amused Sara that she laughed out loud. 

"I will go with you, sir. But I believe, rather than saving me from the dangers of this island, you will be delivering me into the arms of the rake himself," she replied with her own dreadful take on old English, as she took the arm Doc offered.

"Well, ain't that the truth?" Doc twanged in an equally terrible southern accent and with a dazzling smile. "But if you have to go to hell, I am happy to be your hand basket," he teased.

Sara was so relieved to have an arm to lean on and someone to banter with that she willed herself to forget about the examination he had put her through. He was just a friendly, funny man who happened to be really, really, really sexy... and had made her come in a way she never dreamed of. 

As he placed his free hand over the one she was using to hold on to his elbow, memories of where that hand had touched her last caused her already aching lower belly to clench tight. This state of arousal was not helped in the least by the sensations the plug in her ass caused with every step she took. 

They were only halfway to the patio when Sara stopped abruptly. 

"What is it?" Doc asked with real concern. "Are you okay? You look like you're about to overheat."

"I'm fine," Sara said as she bit her bottom lip. "It's just these ridiculous shoes..."

But she couldn't stop herself from squirming a little, trying in vain to adjust the plug by moving her hips. 

At her wiggle, a sudden look of understanding passed through Doc's eyes and he said, "Oh...shoes is it? You wouldn't lie to your doctor now would you?"

Sara just stared at him defiantly. This... this thing in her ass... was partially his fault after all. 

"Let me see." He stood in front of her, put a hand on either side of her face and tilted her head up. "Your pupils are dilated, your face is flush, and I can feel your heart is racing. And then there is the fact that those gorgeous nipples of yours are standing out, begging to be touched." 




The blood was rushing to Sara's head, if she didn't know better she thought she might pass out. She placed her hands against his chest to steady herself. 

"Is there something in your ass, Sara?" the doctor asked very quietly. "You can tell me, I'm a doctor."

"I hate you both," she said equally quietly. 

"Do you now?" he asked seriously. "So, if I offered to take you to one of the rooms here and fuck you until you screamed, you'd what? You'd say no?"

"Yes," Sara whispered.

"Yes, you'd say no? Or are you saying "yes", take me to that room Doc?" he asked again. 

Sara didn't know the answer. 

"You two do know the party is outside, don't you?" Lucas said from just over Doc's shoulder. 

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[JEMMA]

Sara stood completely still. She couldn't see Lucas but she could see the momentary look of annoyance that passed over Doc's face. Annoyance, but no concern. 

Doc moved back to Sara's side, putting her arm through his. "Yes, we know Lucas. It's just that, well, Sara and I don't really like the annoying prigs you generally invite to these things. We were just enjoying the only good company to be found before coming to perform for you." 

Sara was flabbergasted, and a little amused. She hadn't heard anyone talk to Lucas in anything but a deferential way. And what was that look on his face? Was it possible that Lucas was perhaps a little jealous? "Don't be an idiot Sara," she thought to herself. Irritated that his possession was momentarily misplaced perhaps, but not jealous. 



To her utter amazement, Lucas just looked at Doc and then he began to laugh. "Jesus, they are a bunch of annoying prigs, aren't they? But nonetheless, their business pays your salary, old man. So you best get out there and be charming."

Doc smiled a disarming smile at Lucas. "I am more than happy to; charming your ridiculous clients is my specialty after all, it just seems that our Sara here is having a little trouble with some of the accessories you have chosen for her tonight," Doc said to Lucas. 

While she was still on Doc's arm, Lucas was now standing right beside her and she was keenly aware that she was sandwich between the two men she both hated, and wanted, more than anyone she'd met in her whole life. 

"Is that true, Ms. Sara?" Lucas asked as he stroked her cheek. "What is it exactly? The dress is too revealing or is it the heels are too tall?" 

Sara didn't dare open her mouth. The tension was growing stronger by the moment and she was having a hard time breathing. 

As Doc pulled her to him closer still, so that her thigh was pressed up against him, Lucas reached through the slit in her skirt and gently caressed her ass. 



"Or is it the plug that is at this very moment stretching your ass so that I can bury my cock deep inside you?" Lucas whispered loudly enough for her and Doc to both hear. 

"It's all of it, Lucas," she said with what may have been a little bit of a whine.

"I have to say, Lucas," Doc said with something of serious tone in his voice. "As this young lady's doctor, it just isn't healthy to leave her in this state of arousal for too long. I told you how sensitive she was to having something up her ass. She looks like she's about to pass out or make a mess of herself right here in the foyer."



They were clearly enjoying themselves at this point. The fake sincerity of their concerns was infuriating; they were playing with her the way a cat plays with a mouse before it finally pounces. 

"I understand your concern, Doc. I guess I underestimated the effect. What do you propose I do about it?" Lucas asked as he rubbed his mouth with the back of his hand, pretending he cared about her overstimulation. 



"Well, strictly speaking as a doctor, of course, I would advise we blow off this monkey see, monkey do affair you've got going on and take this young lady back to a room and fuck her," Doc said. 

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[JEMMA]

That was the final straw, this time Sara's knees did give out. Had she not been hanging on to Doc's arm or if Lucas had not been essentially pressing her into the other man's body, she would have fallen.



Lucas leaned even further into her and whispered into her ear. "Would you like that Sara? Do you want Doc and me to take you together? Are you, at this very moment, thinking about sucking my dick while he licks your pussy?"

Both Sara and Doc groaned. 

There was no way she was going to answer. She couldn't bring herself to say yes, but if she said no they would both hear the lie in her voice. She swallowed hard and blinked rapidly. 









Lucas's fingers were still wandering over her ass, and at this very moment they found the edge of the plug. Pushing slowly several times on the butt plug, Lucas laughed deep in his throat as Sara gasped and bit her lower lip. 

"I guess we know the answer," he said, addressing Doc. Lucas removed his hand from her ass and wrapped her free arm through his "But I have guests, and as I said, they are the reason you get to live on this island and drink all day, you lush. So let's go get this over with. We have a date with Ms. Sara here, after all. The sooner we get this over with..."

Doc leaned over and kissed Sara's cheek. "Does that help, Sara? Now that you know that in a few hours Lucas and I are going to take care of that sweet cunt of yours, does that help?"

"I hate you both," she said again. Doc and Lucas laughed simultaneously. 



"Of course you do, dear," Doc said, patting her hand. "Of course you do."

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[JEMMA]

The view from the patio was nothing short of incredible. Though she hadn't been able to tell from the front, Sara was pleasantly shocked to find that they were actually up on a rise from the shore. It would be a little grandiose to call it a cliff, but the elevation was just enough to give an expansive view of the white sand beach below. The sun was close to setting and due to a few low hanging clouds, it was really putting on a show.

Sara leaned against the railing and sipped her drink. It was her second strong drink and she was just about calm enough to not crawl out of her skin. As long as she stood still... and didn't look at either Lucas or Doc... she was fine. She had been prepared to make small talk with the guests, but somewhat to her relief, they were almost all entirely entranced with either Lucas or Doc.



A couple of the male guests had come over to her, introduced themselves and started to chat a bit. But Sara was none too surprised that their wives quite quickly tore themselves away from Lucas...or Doc... when they noticed where their hubbies had wandered off to. She supposed she couldn't blame them. But it would have been nice if they would have joined the conversation, rather than acting like they were rescuing their men from the clutches of some succubus. 

Two strong drinks had left Sara with just enough liquid courage to walk across the patio by herself, and with a motivation. Desperate to find the ladies' room, she walked slowly and deliberately toward the building. She found if she swiveled her hips more than she usually would, the sensation that shot through her was more pleasurable than painful...except that the wiggle caused her breasts to sway in a way that she knew must look obscene. But dammit... it felt incredible. With the drinks, the sunset and all the stimulation, she sort of felt like she would burst into flames at any moment. 

Reaching the door to the facilities, she heard the announcement from the maître de that dinner would be served in ten minutes. She was torn between relief that this torturous event was moving closer to being over and terror that Doc and Lucas hadn't been just joking with her earlier. 

The announcement caused a flurry of activity amongst the party goers and she watched as people began to pull themselves away from Lucas in order to make their way to the dining room.

"I really wish one of those Lucas groupies was single," she said to herself. Maybe he would find another "pet" for the evening. Then again, the men seemed almost as enthralled with him, maybe they'd send one of their wives home with him? That brought an actual smile to her face. 

The bathroom was a true "ladies room" in the vintage style. Rather than just a big room with sinks and stalls, there was both a "powder room" and what Sara supposed someone might call the lavatory. Sara didn't even really know what one was supposed to do in a powder room, though it was a lovely space. Her two drinks however ensured that she would need to breeze past the lovely flowers and chaise lounges into the more utilitarian room. 

For just a few minutes, Sara contemplated removing the plug. Would that be so bad? How angry would that actually make Lucas? Her evening was already headed in a terrifying direction, would it really make it so much worse? The deciding factor for Sara though really wasn't how angry Lucas would or wouldn't be... it was the fact that she had no idea what she would do with that thing. No way was she just going to leave it lying around in here for some poor unsuspecting cleaning person to stumble across. 

It was while she was contemplating her next move - as if she really had one - that she heard a group of women enter the powder room. None of them came any further in, so Sara assumed they must all be freshening their make-up... or whatever else you did in there. At first she could only tell that there were people in the room. Then their voices became louder and clearer. 

"Can you believe that dress? If I ever tried to leave the house like that, Dave would have a fit," she heard Elaine say.

"I don't know Elaine, by the way he was ogling her I don't think he minded so much seeing her dressed that way," someone else said. 

"Oh shut up, Jules," Elaine retorted. "I guess there's little doubt what she did in order to land this internship. I just wonder how many more qualified, brighter young people were passed over because she was willing to accentuate her 'assets.'"

"Well, she definitely looks like a whore... but maybe it is appropriate. I'm guessing she's trying really hard to snag her boss," one of Elaine's companions gossiped. "Lucas would be quite a catch for a girl her age."

"Hell, he'd be quite a catch for any woman," someone else said and they all laughed. "I know I'd like to catch him... preferably out of that suit."

"But give me a break, she can't really think that's going to work? The man could have just about any woman he wants, what makes her think dressing like a slut is going to land her Lucas? I would think he'd be more interested in a woman with some brains."

Sara lost track of who was saying what... and really... what did it matter anyway? Tears filled her eyes as she stood in the stall but she forced herself to stand completely still and quiet; she couldn't bear the thought that these women might hear her. She stayed in the stall until she was sure they were gone and then a little while longer to make sure they didn't see her coming out behind them. 

Why should she be so upset? They were right, of course. Hadn't she just decided earlier today that she was in fact a whore? How could she blame them for merely stating the obvious? Of course they were operating under a completely false idea that she was actually here for an internship but nonetheless, Lucas really didn't give a shit about whether or not she was intelligent... he'd been very clear about what it was about her that appealed to him. 



Sara realized she had gotten really used to the idea of people respecting her for her intellectual abilities. It stung pretty hard that these women decided simply by what she was wearing that she was not capable. 

She knew if she stayed in there crying she was going to look horrible. Not that she really cared what she looked like, after all she was just a play thing for him to dress up and strut around. It would serve Lucas right if she went to the table looking like a raccoon. But she wouldn't give those women the satisfaction of knowing they had hurt her. 

"I really thought I left the mean girls behind in high school," Sara thought with a sniffle that sounded pathetic even to her.

Exiting the lavatory, she stood in the powder room staring at herself in the mirrors. She took a moment to clean up her face a little, then said "fuck it" and headed back out to dinner. The upside to listening to the women bash her was that it had pretty much killed her formerly raging libido. Yes, she was still squirming uncomfortably against the foreign object inside her but now she refused to let it distract her. 

As she opened the ladies' room door, she came face-to-face with Lucas.

"Ms. Sara, I was getting a little worried about you," he said calmly. "Thought you might have taken a better offer." While at first his face clearly displayed a sense of annoyance, probably that he had had to come looking for her, that quickly changed to one of confusion. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong. Everything is just peachy," she replied wearily. 

"Sara," his voice turning stern and demanding. "What is wrong? And don't you dare say 'nothing'. I will not abide you lying to me."

"You will not abide me lying to you?" she said, her hurt turning to fury and causing fresh tears. "Who the hell do you think you ... ah... just go to hell, Mr. Lucas. There's no point in this."

Lucas grabbed Sara by the arm and yanked her around the corner, preventing any of the guests from seeing them. "What has gotten into you? Who do you think you are?" he snarled at her. 

"Who I think I am is Sara. Nice person, hard worker, good friend, passably smart, pretty well under control!" she spat at him. "Who do the people at this "party" think I am? I am a whore; a slut whose too dumb to qualify for an internship with your oh-so-fucking prestigious company. And what's it matter how smart I am anyway, since clearly the only reason I'm here is to try and 'land' the world's most fucking eligible bachelor." 



Sara knew she was out of control and way out of bounds... but she was done now. Much to her disgust, she found she had to swallow a sob and tried to twist out of his grasp.

Lucas just stared at her for a few moments. Then he pulled his handkerchief out of his inside jacket pocket and handed it to her. He said to her gently, "Here, clean yourself up. What kind of a good whore goes around with snot running down her face?"

His words caught Sara so off guard that she laughed out loud through the tears. He smiled at her with what was the first non-terrifying smile she'd seen on his face. 

"I don't need any more details, Ms. Sara," he said quietly. "I can guess what that was all about. We're not going to stand here and talk about this because there is a roomful of people in there who are so far up my ass they won't eat until I get to the table. But we will talk about it later. Now come with me and let's get this over with." 



She took his arm and he escorted her into the dining room. 

[JEMMA]

Sara was more than a little surprised when Lucas walked her to an empty seat next to Doc at the far end of the table, then walked to the other end to take his own seat. She didn't know why exactly she thought she would be sitting with him, but she supposed it made sense. She was after all there as an intern. It wouldn't have seemed proper to his guests if the mighty Lucas was seated next to the company lackey. 

"Once again, I am the luckiest man in the room," Doc said as he stood to pull her chair out for her. "A fine dinner can only be made better by the company of an intelligent and beautiful dinner companion. 

Sara just shook her head and smiled. Where did this guy come from? But she had to admit, it boosted her spirits a couple of notches to hear him call her intelligent in front of everyone. 

"It is my pleasure," she returned his compliment. "Your kindness is - dare I say it? - just what the doctor ordered." 

Doc rolled his eyes and mock groaned. "That was simply awful, Ms. Sara," he retorted as he grinned at her. "I may have to move now."

The table was large enough that she and Doc were seated next to one another at one end, while Lucas sat by himself at the head of the table. Sara's frazzled nerves were eased somewhat by not having anyone sitting directly next to her, other than Doc. It was a testament to how shaken up she'd been by the unkind words in the ladies' room that she was seeking salvation in the company of a man to whom less than an hour prior, she had professed her hatred. 

Doc leaned toward her and lowered his voice, "Should I ask about the puffy red eyes? Did our host upset you in some way that would require I challenge him to a duel or some other ridiculous male ritual?

"No. Just allergies, doctor," she said without looking at him. "Though if you wish to take him out and shoot him, I won't stop you."

At that moment the waiter came by with wine. Sara accepted a glass; Doc took two. 

At the other end of the table, Lucas stood. "I offer a toast," he said once wine had been served to all. "To you, my fine guests and partners. I am indebted to you for placing your trust in my company. May you enjoy the rest of your stay with us and return on many an occasion. Salud."

All the dinner party participants raised their glasses and returned Lucas's toast. 

"And before we dine, may I offer a special thank you," Lucas continued, catching the group off guard as they had already began to drink their wine. "To our dedicated and brilliant intern, Ms. Sara. Thank you for your hard work and dedication to our project. It is an honor to work with some one of your intellectual and professional caliber. To you," Lucas finished as he tipped his glass in her direction. 

Sara was stunned. She knew she was blushing furiously and she seemed to have a lump in her throat.

"Thank you, Mr. Lucas. You're too kind," she managed to croak out and she knew the word "kind" had sounded particularly strained. When she looked at Lucas he smiled at her again with something that looked like a distant cousin to... what? Kindness? Or maybe affection? 

It took every ounce of discipline Sara had to not look at the faces of the women around the table. Oh hell... who was she kidding? It took everything she had to not stick her tongue out at them. 

"Well, I must say," Doc said quietly. "I don't know what that was all about, but it's nice to see the son of a bitch give someone their due credit. Apparently you've earned some respect from the formidable Mr. Lucas." Doc was smiling as he downed his second glass of wine. 

"Waiter, another over here."

Dinner was, as dinner parties usually are, quite boring. While the people closest to Doc and Sara on either side of the table made idle conversation, most of the group's attention was focused on the host.

Sara really couldn't blame them. He did know how to work a crowd. As she observed, she began to realize that Lucas actually did very little talking. Either he was a very good listener or he was really good at faking interest. Funny how the people who narcissists think are the best conversationalists don't actually say much.

The food was, of course, delicious and the wine flowed quite freely. Sara tried her best to make the most of both.

As the dessert course was being served, Sara found herself feeling fidgety and playing with her silverware. She'd spent a lot of time alone recently and it was oddly nerve wracking to be in a room with this many people and still have no one to talk to ... not even anyone she really wanted to talk to... or listen to.

Doc, on the other hand, seemed to be entirely in his element. He held court with the women who were seated closest to him. Sara had to admit, the more he drank, the funnier he became. When he launched into a spot-on imitation of Lucas, it made Sara laugh so hard she dropped a fork she'd been flipping around her fingers. 

Before she thought better of it, she leaned over to pick it up and immediately regretted it. The movement caused such a sharp, painful and pleasurable sensation to course through her that she gasped and stifled a moan. She knew that sitting back up would repeat the movement and therefore the sensation. Maybe if she stayed down there no one would even notice?

"Sara, honey, what are you doing down here?" Doc asked. Sara looked up to see that he too had bent over and was at face level with her.

"I dropped my fork," Sara explained through gritted teeth.

"And you decided to stay down here and mint a new one?" he asked with mock seriousness.

"Jackass," she hissed.

"Go ahead and sit back up, Sara," he urged quietly. "Do it quickly. You might even enjoy it."

"I don't want to enjoy it! Don't you understand that?" It was taking all of Sara's effort to not scream at him.

"Actually, no. I really don't," he answered, completely unfazed by her frustration. "I try to do things that feel good as much as I possibly can."

Sara didn't respond.

Doc tried another tactic. "You know, if you don't sit back up, he's going to come down here," he warned and disappeared.

That was enough to motivate her. Sara plastered a smile on her face, then sat up as quickly as she could. The sensation was twice as powerful this time.



"Oh," she moaned as quietly as she could.

When the couple seated closest to her gave her a strange look, Sara explained, "I hurt my back. Sorry." She knew she was bright red.

Doc reached over and placed a hand on her lower back, then placed his other hand on her belly. He smiled at her very innocently. "Let me help, Ms. Sara. Does it hurt here?" he asked as he pressed his fingers into her lower back.



Sara was sure that to anyone else who happened to be looking their way, it appeared as if the kindly doctor was simply trying to rub a knot out of her back. What none of them could see was that his other hand had slid under her skirt and was also seeking a tender place.

"Oh!" Sara exclaimed again, this time because Doc was rubbing his thumb on her clit.

"Is that the spot then, dear?" he asked, the picture of a concerned physician.

"I'm fine, doctor," she said through her teeth. "That's enough, really." She couldn't believe she had delivered this storyline to him on a silver platter, providing him with the perfect excuse to put his hands on her.

"Don't fight me, Ms. Sara," he said with a look of deep concern. "It's important that we get this worked out. We wouldn't want you to be out of action for the rest of the evening."

He continued to rub both her back and her clitoris. She tried to squirm out of his grasp.



"Really, Sara," one of the ladies sitting at their end of the table said, in an extremely snotty and condescending voice. Sara instantly recognized it as one from the ladies' room. "You should let the man do his job. Most people would be grateful to happen to have a doctor sitting next to them when they needed one."

[JEMMA]

Sara was beyond the point of being able to speak. She was a ball of lust and craving and anger and annoyance. She just needed him to stop...or to not stop... and for that woman to shut the hell up.

"No, Joyce," Doc said somewhat sharply to the woman. "Sara is certainly grateful, she is just in need of relief from this... uh...sensation. This kind of ache makes a person on edge...but I know how much she appreciates all that I'm doing for her."

He was really enjoying himself. He even had the gall to wink at her.

It took all of her effort to not throw her head back and pant. Instead, she put her elbow on the table and held her forehead with her hand. Sara concentrated on not crying out... and not coming.





The man knew what he was doing. His large hands were working together to drive her to the edge. He was putting pressure on her lower back with such force that he was pushing her pelvis forward against his other hand. The rocking motion not only allowed him to continue to stroke her clit, but also caused a rhythmic pressure and release on the plug in her ass.

"This one might hurt, Ms. Sara," he said for everyone else's benefit. With one strong push against her back, he slid two fingers into her cunt and curled them inward. They just grazed the spot he had identified for her back in his office.



Sara couldn't help it, she let out a groan. As soon as she did it, she bit her lip and looked up quickly.

She found herself staring across the table, right into Lucas's eyes. There was no question in her mind that he knew what was happening to her. He raised one eyebrow at her and the corner of his mouth twitch upward in a small, evil smile. His eyes were smoldering with the same lust Sara felt coursing through her.

"Doc, is everything okay down at that end of the table? What's happened to our Ms. Sara?" Lucas asked loudly across the entire table with a very convincing amount of concern.







"I'm afraid she's hurt her back again, Lucas," Doc answered. "I'm afraid she may be out of commission for the rest of the evening. You know these types of things can be very tricky."

[JEMMA]

Lucas got up out of his seat, placed his napkin on his chair and began walking toward them. He never took his eyes off of Sara's. A shudder ran down her spine. He looked like he could eat her alive.



When Lucas reached their end of the table, he moved to the side of Sara opposite Doc. He placed a hand gently on her shoulder and squatted down next to her; the very image of a concerned gentleman. By bending down in this manner, his large body blocked Sara's lap from anyone else's view.

The other diners looked on with greedy interest, as it appeared that this might be turning into a real medical emergency.

"Sara, Sara, Sara," Lucas said so everyone could hear. "I told you those heels wouldn't be good for someone with back problems."

He slid his hand through the other side of Sara's skirt. Doc removed his thumb and concentrated on the slow, rhythmic tapping of Sara's g-spot. Lucas placed two fingers flat against her clitoris and rubbed very gently so that, to the guests, it didn't appear his hand was moving at all.



Sara didn't think she would survive this. She put her other elbow on the table and held her head in both hands while the two men continued to stroke, rub, and rock her. She knew she was so wet that the back of her skirt had to be soaked and she just prayed that no one could hear the wet noises Doc's fingers were making.

Despite her best efforts she let out another deep groan. Thankfully, her situation was so psychologically agonizing to her, the noise indeed sounded like she was in pain.

"I'm sorry Sara, I don't think you'll be able to make it back to your casita," Doc said in an authoritative voice. "A car ride would be brutal in your condition."

"She can stay in the Aero suite here," Lucas said as if the thought had just occurred to him. "I have the key. We should take her there."

"No, no...I can make it back home... sir," Sara said, tripping over the word "sir." "I don't need the suite, I couldn't possibly do that."

She had little to no hope that they would listen to her but she had to try.

"Nonsense, Sara," he said in his most authoritative voice. "You will stay here tonight. The doctor and I will see you up to your room."

The boss had spoken. They both removed their hands from her lap, causing Sara to gasp. Lucas looked at her with that ridiculous disingenuine concern on his face as Doc quietly wiped his hand off on her thigh. She was shaky and wet and a complete mess.



"Come now, Ms. Sara," Doc said with an evil grin of his own. "I mean... let me help you stand up. Let's get you to that room and see if I can't provide you with some relief."

The two of them were so enjoying themselves and their double entendres, they had kept up the ruse all the way to the room; each taking one of Sara's arms as if to support her.

Once they were out of sight of the guests, Sara did her best to wrestle herself out of their grip. "I am perfectly capable of walking on my own," she snapped at them.

"I am not so sure that's true, Ms. Sara," Lucas laughed, not letting go of her. "I think maybe I should have listened to you when you whined so much about the heels. Now shut up."

[JEMMA]

Sara bit her lip and tried to ignore them both. Her heart was racing and she felt slightly faint. Too much alcohol, too much stimulation. "It would serve them both right if I just fell out right here," she thought.

When they reached what Sara presumed was the door to the company suite, Lucas turned to Doc. "Go ahead and go back to the guests. I'll be there in a minute and we can both say our goodbyes. I just need to have a little discussion with Ms. Sara first."



"You got it, but just to tide me over..." Doc replied as he put his hand under the top of Sara's dress and gripped her naked breast in his hand, rolling his thumb slowly over her nipple. "I've been wanting to do that all night." He kissed her on the cheek then turned and strolled back down the hallway.



Lucas swiped a keycard over the door handle and laughed with a shake of his head at his friend, as he opened the door. The room was huge, and beautifully appointed. It looked exactly like an executive suite at a resort should look, Sara thought fleetingly, but they passed right through the room and into a bedroom. "And this is exactly what the bedroom should look like," she thought. A huge king-sized bed was the most prominent thing in the room. Ignoring it completely Lucas walked her over to a deep, plush chair and pushed her down into it.



Sara collapsed into the chair, thrilled to be sitting somewhere comfortable out from under the gaze of Lucas's guests. The electrical current that was running from her ass to her clit and directly to her brain was still arcing and she felt like there were sparks coming off of her, but at least it was more acceptable here, in private. Sara looked up at Lucas but was caught off guard when he gave up the power position by squatting down in front of her.

She looked at him like he had two heads.



"What?" he asked, sounding genuinely confused.

"Nothing, I mean... it just isn't like you to... you never..." she was truly flustered. Before she could think of anything else to say, she looked away from his face and blurted out, "Thank you for the toast out there, but you didn't have to do that.



"Of course I didn't," he said dryly.

"Why did you?" she asked, daring a glance up at him.

"Are you questioning me, Ms. Sara?" he asked, giving her an amused smirk but with a warmth in his voice rather than menace.

"Would I ever do that?" she said in equal jest.

"Hmph," Lucas said. "At least once an hour, like clockwork."

"You know that's not true!" she protested.



"As if right on cue," he said with a laugh. "Shut up, Sara. I know I didn't have to say those things."

"I said them because I can't stand those fake slags who have made a life out of playing holier than thou. I despise them and their hypocrisy. I am sure the things they said to you, or about you, were said in an effort to one-up one another on their virtue and worth... as if any one of them wouldn't fall to her knees under the dinner table... in front of her spineless husband... if given half a chance."



Sara was surprised by the tone of Lucas's voice. He was truly disgusted by the behavior of his clients. This was a little hard for Sara to wrap her head around...given that he was a blackmailing, bully, borderline rapist... sort of.



"But I also said it because I am 100% sure it is true," he continued. Sara gave him her own confused look. "I told you, when we met, that I knew you were smart. You were having a pretty hard time paying attention that afternoon... for some reason." And again he flashed her a sly smile. Sara swallowed hard to not make a smart assed comment.

"I gave that toast because you should know...though I'm sure you do... that what is between your ears is just as valuable as what's between your legs," he said with what seemed to Sara to be earnestness. "You are an intelligent, highly capable woman. It just so happens, that I am more in need at the moment of your sweet, tight cunt than your sharp mind. That doesn't mean it's not valuable. Do you understand?"



Sara could only nod. It was, by far, the most obscene ... and nicest... thing any man had ever said to her. She felt small tears well in her eyes, and struggled to fight them off.

"Clearly I've been on this island too long with no one to talk to, because that sounded like a really gross, incredibly sexist thing you just said to me ... and I feel like I should thank you," Sara said, not making eye contact with Lucas.

He did his now familiar deep chuckle.

"Oh, you're going to thank me alright," he said, grabbing her chin and forcing her to look at him. "I'm going to go say goodnight to those pathetic sycophants. You will sit right here... do not move a muscle... and Doc and I will be back. And you will thank me...us... all night."



With no further warning, Lucas stood and strolled from the room. "You know the rules," he said without looking back.

[JEMMA]

As the door to the suite opened again in 15 minutes, Sara felt a reluctant thrill run through her. She had spent the time waiting really thinking about her situation. And what she had discovered had come as a complete surprise to her.

Considering all aspects of her current situation and evaluating all the possible options, improbable as they maybe, she realized she didn't care about any other option. She didn't actually want to get out of this situation.

Sure, maybe it made her a slut or a deviant or some other thing that polite society didn't accept...but she wanted this. She wanted both of those men... the one who had lured her here to this island, only to make her perform like his whore... and the doctor who had molested her under the guise of examining her.

Stranger still was that her feelings about them hadn't really changed. She wasn't lying when she said she hated them...a big part of her really despised them. And yet, there was a feeling deep in her belly, a flush on her skin that she was starting to crave. 

Yes. What she discovered was that there was no place she wanted to be in the world more than she wanted to be right here. To hell with the rest of her life. This was tonight, that's all that mattered; she'd sort the rest out some other time.

Lucas came through the bedroom doorway first, but Doc was right behind him. They had both loosened their ties and were looking extremely relaxed...relieved even. Sara just sat in the chair and watched them.

"God they are gorgeous," she thought. The men were years older than her, and oddly, that made them all the more desirable to her. They knew what they wanted. She realized that she was utterly shocked that what they wanted, was her. 

"Stand up and come over here, Ms. Sara," Lucas ordered, pointing to the spot in front of the end of the bed. Sara stood, though her legs were shaking. They both watched her with hungry eyes as they removed their suit jackets. 

"I don't know how to do this," she said, her voice lower even than a whisper, her eyes averted to the ground. 

"You don't need to know anything, Sara," Lucas answered. "You just do as you're told."

He advanced on her, with Doc a step behind him. They stood on either side of her.

"First, we have to get you out of this dress," Lucas said.

"She should keep the shoes on," Doc said forcefully. This wasn't the funny entertainer from the party. This was the guy who had scared the hell out of Sara in his office. Authoritative and serious...he felt dangerous again.

Reaching behind her head, Lucas undid the clasp at the back of her neck. It was essentially the only thing holding the dress on her and as he let it go, the dress slipped down her body to pool at her feet. She stood there naked...except for the five inch stilettos, as Doc had ordered. She tried not to look at them but something pulled her eyes up to their faces. So different from one another; so beautiful... so powerful. Sara felt the cold certainty shoot through her... there was no physical way she could resist these two. She was at their absolute mercy, and neither looked inclined to give her any of that.



For a moment, the men just stood there, devouring her with their eyes. Then, as if on some cue Sara couldn't hear, they engulfed her. They were everywhere, caressing and stroking her skin, finding erogenous zones she had no idea she had; avoiding the ones she so desperately wanted them to touch. Their clothing was rough against her skin and acted as a reminder that she was the only vulnerable one here. 

Sara was one giant pulsating nerve, not able to keep up with all the stimulation.

Just as suddenly as they started, everything slowed down. Doc was behind her, his arms wrapped around her waist with his hands spread out on her lower belly... pulling her against him. This was so reminiscent of the way they had stood that day in his office, Sara flinched as she remembered the things that had come next. This time though, his mouth was on the back of her neck, biting and licking and sucking.



Lucas stood in front of her and draped each of her arms over his shoulders. He grabbed a breast in each hand and slowly, almost gently, squeezed them. He avoided her nipples, choosing instead to come just close enough that his shirt cuffs would gently brush them, teasing Sara mercilessly. He leaned into her and put his mouth at the juncture of her neck and collarbone, nibbling on that sensitive spot.

"We're going to fuck you now, Sara. But this first time, we're going to do it nice and slow," he said. Sara's whole body trembled with his touch and with the implications of his words. He opened his hands and brushed his palms over her hard nipples. "You will do exactly as you are told. Do you understand?"

She swallowed hard. Her vision was dark at the edges; the room was spinning. Her body was a mass of nerve endings and desire. If they stopped now she would be destroyed. With a resignation she felt through to her core, she knew she wanted this. She wanted them both terribly.

"Yes Lucas, I do. I will," she gasped.

Lucas pushed against Sara with his entire body, forcing her and Doc on to the bed so she found herself sitting on the doctor's lap. His suit pants felt exotic against her naked ass. He moved one hand up from her belly to grasp a breast, the other moved down and began to once again slowly caress her slit. 

Doc pulled her back so her ass was pressed hard against him, and pushed her legs out to the side of his own. As he continued the torture on her clitoris, he slowly started spreading his legs, thus forcing Sara's legs open wide. Lucas watched closely as he took a step back and began removing his shirt.

"How wet is she?" Lucas asked.

"She's incredible, Lucas," Doc answered. "Her clit is so swollen I can feel it pulsing. Her cunt is plump and open and as you can see for yourself, she's literally dripping. I want her in my mouth."

His shirt removed, Lucas took one of Sara's hands and pulled her back up against him. He wrapped his arms around her and grabbed her ass with both hands as he buried his face in her neck, ground his cloth covered erection against her and took one earlobe between his teeth and sucked hard. Then he abruptly turned her so she was facing the bed.

"Crawl up there and sit on his face, Sara," he ordered. "The man wants to lick up those juices you've been teasing him with all night."

"I wasn't..." she began to protest.

"Like hell you weren't," Doc chided as he pinched her nipples hard. "All legs, and neck and tits... blushing so beautifully, sashaying across the patio. You are a little vixen."

When Sara hesitated slightly, brain whirling at Doc's words, Lucas propelled her forward so she had no choice but to kneel on the bed, straddling the doctor's legs again but this time she was facing him. Her breasts were at face level with him and he slowly drew a nipple into his mouth.

Sara threw her head back and let out the deep groan she had been swallowing all evening. "Oh my god."

"She has got the greatest tits," Doc said as he moved to give the other one the same treatment, sucking it hard and biting gently. "The last time I had my hands on them it took every ounce of my willpower to not bury my face in them. Just didn't seem... very professional."



Lucas, still behind Sara, had his hands on her shoulders, caressing and rubbing but mostly making sure she couldn't pull away. While the doctor continued to suckle her nipples, Lucas slid a hand around to Sara's face and put two fingers in to her mouth. Sara didn't hesitate; she was grateful to have some way to focus her growing lust and she sucked on his fingers hard.

It was Lucas's turn to growl. He again pushed on Sara, until the pressure on her body forced Doc to lay back on the bed, pulling Sara down on top of him. Her body was spread the length of his, her naked skin rubbing up against the coarse fabric of his clothes.

Doc grabbed an ass cheek in each hand, and as he continued to lick her nipple he spread her cheeks wide. He was lifting her pelvis off of him by his grip on her ass. "Take it out of her now, Lucas. I want to put my fingers in her. I want her to come on my face like she did on my exam table."

[JEMMA]

As the doctor held her ass up in the air and open, Lucas put his hand on the outside ring of the plug. Rather than pull it out immediately, he pushed against the base with his thumb several times. "She liked having this up her ass," Lucas said, continuing to talk to Doc as if Sara wasn't in the room. "I could see it on her face all night, her squirming and swaying. Such a good girl," he said as he pulled the plug out with one hand and caressed her ass cheek with the other.

Sara's back arched at the feeling of him removing the object. 

Doc used his grip on her ass to pull her up along his body until her cunt was directly over his face. He moved his arms so that he could wrapped them up around and over her legs and held her lips open. "No better dessert than a sopping wet pussy," he sighed.

Sara made an animal noise deep in her chest as his tongue slid slowly from her tight, wet hole to her clit in one long lick. She leaned back on her hands, thrusting her pelvis toward his mouth and tried not to scream as he continued to give her cunt a tongue bath. After the fifth long stroke, when his mouth reached her clitoris, he drew it in and sucked hard.





Sara had lost track of everything, her brain was humming. She didn't know where Lucas was but when she opened her eyes mid-moan, she saw him climb onto the bed above Doc's head. He sat against the headboard in just his suit pants with one knee pulled up, arm resting on it, just watching. For reasons she couldn't explain, his watching this way caused Sara's whole body to quiver.

"Make her come Doc. I want to watch her come," he said quietly.

The doctor needed no more convincing. He began a strong, quick lapping motion with his tongue directly over her clit.

Just as Sara felt she was going to blow apart, he stuck a finger in her ass and began to pump along with the rhythm of his tongue. It was more than she could take and an incredible, almost painful, orgasm ripped through her body – wave after wave crashing through her as she ground her cunt against Doc's mouth. She could barely identify the noises that rang in her ears as coming from her.



After he had licked up what felt like every ounce of liquid she could produce, Doc lifted her up and slid out from under her.

Sara collapsed face first on to the bed. She lay with her head between Lucas's foot and his outstretched leg, unaware of anything around her. On her belly, with one leg bent up to the side and her arms lifeless, Sara was in another world.

She felt like she was barely conscious when Doc leaned over her and wiped his face across her shoulders. He pulled her hair to one side, and leaned into her ear.

"You have the most delicious cunt, Sara. You taste like an angel," he murmured in her ear. "Now I've had my fingers in it and my tongue, but I need to bury my cock in there." He ran his hand down her back and over her ass, sliding his fingers into her cunt, wet with his saliva and her continued, and growing, excitement. He spread his large hand and pushed against her until he'd forced her on to her knees, then he stood and removed his hand.



"Spread your legs further apart, Sara. I want to look at that beautiful pussy," he ordered.

Sara, her upper body still flat on the bed with her ass high in the air, raised her head just far enough to look at Lucas, who continued to stare at her.

"Do as you're told, Ms. Sara," he said with a slight smile. He was enjoying the show.

Sara got up on her elbows and spread her legs wide. She let her head hang down. She was exhausted and she should have been satisfied, should have been satiated, but her whole body continued to vibrate. She needed this, she needed to be fucked.



Behind her, she could hear Doc taking off his pants. When she felt him kneel on the bed between her legs, her pussy walls contracted with deep desire.

"Look at Lucas, Sara," he said quietly but with all of the implied authority. When she raised her head, she saw Lucas with his cock in his hands, stroking his massive erection. "Look what you've done to him you dirty girl." Doc smacked her ass hard and Sara yelped.

"What kind of a girl lets her lover watch her come on another man's tongue and doesn't take care of him?" Doc asked, with no malice. "Get on up there, Lil and put the man out of his misery. Be a good girl and suck his dick."

Sara didn't hesitate. She crawled on hands and knees forward the short distance between her face and Lucas's lap.

"Oh Sara, how I do love your mouth," Lucas said as he wrapped his hands in her hair and guided her mouth onto the head of his penis. "I want your mouth on me while Doc finally gets to fuck you."

Sara moaned against Lucas's shaft. She was surprised how much she wanted him in her mouth, and she felt a rush of liquid between her legs as she licked the length of him.



"I think our Ms. Sara likes sucking your cock, Lucas. She's making quite a mess down here," Doc teased as he rubbed the head of his cock up and down her slit, spreading her juices. Sara was beyond holding back and wiggled and pushed against him; her body begging him to stop teasing her.

"You might just be right, Doc. She is my little slut..." he called her as he rubbed one finger down her cheek toward her mouth. Lucas pushed down on her head, forcing himself against the back of her throat. Just as she pulled back up, Doc rammed his cock deep inside her.

Sara groaned deeply and arched her back, pushing back against Doc. As the thought occurred to her fevered mind that she'd never felt so incredibly full, he slid two fingers in her ass. It was more than Sara could take. She rocked forward; not sure if she was trying to get away from Doc's fingers or to take Lucas deeper in her mouth.

"Jesus, fuck," Lucas moaned. "Do you have your fingers in her? Fuck. She's about to suck the skin off my cock."

"I told you she loved it. Our Sara is going to love having you fuck her ass," Doc answered as he kept up the assault with both his throbbing cock in her cunt and his fingers in her ass.

Sara was lost. Every part of her was filled, as she was completely taken by these two men. With one hand Lucas continued to hold a fist full of her hair, with the other he pinched her nipple hard. Every inch of her skin was on fire and she had never felt something so incredible.





Of course she wanted to come, her body would not be denied that, but it was more than that. She felt something she had never experienced before, she felt a sense of fulfillment and satisfaction and... she didn't know the right words.





But as Doc and Lucas found a rhythm and were fucking her body in every way possible, she did know this. This was no longer just about what they wanted...it was about what she wanted!!

END

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[JEMMA]

Story 13

Miss Tan

Thursday 17th November

A couple of months ago I witnessed a truly shocking incident. Since it happened, it has played over and over in my mind a thousand times.

Before explaining any further, let me tell you a little bit about myself. I'm currently in what will be my final year of Colleges, after which I will, hopefully, be going off to university. I live at home with parents, which at times can be frustrating, but most of my friends have it a lot worse. As well as being in full-time education, I keep myself busy with a couple of part-time jobs, neither of which are particularly interesting, so I won't bore you with the details. I have a good circle of friends, I play a lot of sport, I like music, films, drinking, the occasional joint. I'd like to think I'm a fairly typical 18-year-old. 

My love life has been a bit crazy lately. I recently broke up with my girlfriend of two-years after she found out I'd been cheating on her. It was a nasty break-up. Her friends had heard various rumours about me playing the field, most of which, I'll admit, had some substance, and had confronted her with the gruesome details. For days I tried to talk my way out of it, using every clichéd excuse I could muster. 



It was the final night of the break-up when I witnessed the aforementioned incident. I had been at my girlfriend's house, pleading with her to let me in, so we could talk. I was having little luck. When a box of my belongings landed on my head via her bedroom window I realised that the time had come to accept defeat. I got in my car and headed home. 

The route took me down a number of narrow lanes. I was very emotional, too emotional to drive. I pulled over and let it all out. 

I must have been sat there, in the darkness, for a good hour sobbing away like a little girl, when suddenly, from nowhere, a man walked passed my window. I was so startled that I nearly jumped out of my skin when I saw him. This was a narrow lane, in the dead of night, there was no foot-path to speak of, and all of a sudden there was a strange man just a few feet away. It soon became clear that he was very drunk, he was stumbling from side-to-side and didn't even acknowledge my presence. I shook my head in disbelief and decided it was time to pull myself together. I looked down to the ignition as I turned the key, my eyes can't have left the man for more than a second when I heard a terrifying screech. As I looked back up I saw another car's headlights, and the man was flying through the air. My jaw dropped. 

As I'm sure most people could appreciate, this was already one of the most surreal moments of my life. But things were about to get a whole lot stranger. A woman jumped out the car, she was panicked, and sobbing hysterically.

'Oh my god,' she kept repeating over and over.

She looked down at the man and then over towards me. I couldn't believe my eyes. I knew her! She was my English teacher Miss Tan. She started backing away slowly towards her car. She's going to run, I thought to myself, she's leaving him. 

I reached for my phone and dialled 999, as her car sped off into the distance. I was given a few instructions, and assured that an ambulance would arrive shortly. One did, along with the police.

In the time I was waiting a lot of thoughts went through my head. The first being that there was no possibility that Miss Tan had recognised me. It was dark, my headlights were on, she couldn't have seen into the car. And if she had realised it was me, she would have never run. It would make no sense. 

I knew I was going to be questioned at some length by the police, and I knew that I had a big decision to make. Do I tell them everything? Do I end the career of this woman? Possibly send her to prison? 

I didn't get on well with many teachers at college, but I had always liked her. She was very attractive, early 30s, long dark black and a figure that had been longingly admired by my friends and me throughout our time at the college. 



I told the police I was parked in the lay-by. I told them I'd had an argument with my girlfriend earlier that evening. I told them I'd been crying. I told them the man came stumbling along from nowhere. I told them the other car had hit him from nowhere. And I told them the driver raced off, immediately after the collision.

'They didn't get out the car?' they asked.

'No,' I replied.

'Did you get a look at the driver?' they asked.

'No,' I replied.

'Did you see if they were male or female?' they asked.

'No,' I replied.

'Asian or White?' they asked.

'No,' I replied.

'Did you see what make of car it was?' they asked.

'No' I replied.

They took a few more details, and sent me on my way. 

I told no one about the accident. Not my parents, not my closest friends, not a single person.

A few days later there was a small story in the local paper. 'Homeless Man Injured In Hit And Run,' the headline read. According to the report, the man had fractured his skull, broken his leg and some ribs, but was in a stable condition. 'No arrests have been made,' the story confirmed.