Chapter 2: The Contract
Now stay with me because here is where things get a little fuzzy. I don't remember being hit, or any pain, or screaming from a stranger saying I dented his car, wait, I do remember that last part. Anyway, what I am getting at is when it seemed like I was headed toward the Heavenly light, I wasn't.
I ended up facing a very stern pink-haired pinup model at a white desk, wearing a white suit jacket sitting across from me.
She pursed her candy apple red lips, slammed the laptop in front of her closed, and said, "Ceil Jankins, you have unlawfully interrupted the process of normal daily life and death. You may think saving that man earns you a reward, but first, let me clarify, you do not. It's the opposite, in fact."
I wasn't sure what was happening, but I tried to play it cool when I responded. The woman was hot, her breasts plump and waiting to burst from her jacket.
"I don't think anything, so, sorry for what I did, can I go now? Heaven or Hell is fine. Can't be worse than Earth."
Just then, I heard a bell ring. It echoed in the enormous white empty room around us. I looked for the source and saw nothing, not even a door.
She snickered and sat back down, her gaze not leaving me before she opened her little computer again and started typing.
I watched her full luscious lips turn into a smirk as she read what was on the monitor.
"It looks like you were just assigned a sex slave for your horrible deed, Mr. Jankins," she said, smiling wickedly, "and I have the perfect one to assign to you."
I flew forward in my seat. Did I just win the lottery? Am I going to finally get rid of this virgin shadow that I see mocking me every morning in the mirror?
"Are you serious? A sex slave?" I said, and when she nodded, I yelled, "WOO HOO! YES! FINALLY! YOUR CONTRIBUTION TO MANKIND PAID OFF, CEIL JANKINS!"
I was up out of the chair dancing around, shadow boxing like I was THE MAN when she cleared her throat and pointed sternly at the chair for me to sit my ass back down. I returned to it obediently.
The woman chuckled at me when she got up and walked around the desk. I realized her white suit top was very formal, but the short skirt wasn't short. It was barely there, not even close to hiding the black garter and panties above the thigh-high boots.
"Did you think you were in purgatory or the holding place between paradise and fire? Do you not understand the severity of your good deed?"
Her question was ignored. I was too busy staring at her long legs hugged by black, shiny, patent leather. When she scooted her butt up on the desk in front of me, spreading her legs, I felt my dick, untouched by the female species, grow in my pants.
I watched painfully as she crossed them slowly. I went from imagining what I could do to her sitting in this position to listening intently after she reached out and smacked me across the face.
"Pay attention when I am talking! You are in Hell, yes, Hell. The man you rudely saved was scheduled to die today, and you fucked that up," she snapped, sliding off the desk and walking around behind me.
"Since you decided to save him, your punishment will match the crime, in a way. You will have a quota to meet, Ceil Jankins. Sex, every day. I was going to suggest twice a day to teach you a lesson, but they have it listed as only once a day. So you got off easy, in my opinion," she said, having bent over and talking in my ear, further arousing me.
"Great, I can start right away!"
I think my enthusiasm at that time was way overdone. But, unfortunately, the reality of the situation hadn't come into play just yet.
A giant white contract, thicker than a stack of encyclopedias, dropped onto her desk.
"Ha, your readiness is promising. You may just survive this, Ceil Jankins. This contract," she said, walking over and patting the tall stack of paper, "has to be signed by this time tomorrow. Once signed, your slave will arrive shortly after, and to seal the contract, you must have sex within 24 hours after."
I suddenly got nervous, "What if I can't get, you know, um, hard the first time?"
She stood directly in front of me and bent over, bracing her hands on each arm of the chair, "Do you think that," she started to say, leaning in, her breast drawing my gaze with thoughts of licking them, "will be an issue, for someone like you?"
I couldn't say anything. My mouth was full of drool, fantasizing about her nipples. Shaking my head in response instead, I also subconsciously reached out to cup one of the full peeking mounds, and again, the slap was vicious, making me pay attention and also peeved at this point.
I shook my head again, "Nope, it won't be an issue. Where do I sign?"
So that's the how and why I ended up the Master of a sex slave. You will eventually learn where things went wrong when I discovered what having a sex slave truly meant and how 100 days nearly killed me.
After she explained some minor details I should have paid attention to, I was sent back to the damn bus stop. The Angel, Demon, whatever she was, wasn't even nice enough to pop me in at the front entrance of my workplace. So I stood there at 9:15, as if nothing had happened, and got on the next bus.
I was grinning all through work. Even coworkers were whispering, asking each other if I found a new job or did I get a new girlfriend. I could only smile at them. Deep down at that time, I was afraid it was all a dream, that there was no way I was that lucky.
Work ended as usual, with tons of unsatisfied customers. I made the trek to the nearest bus stop to wait. My luck was limited. I still ended up staying on the bus for an hour.
Getting off finally, I skipped home, whistling to myself. Even the yelling from neighbors and the smell of garbage outside of my apartment didn't discourage me.
I felt a little horny just thinking about what was to come, no pun intended.
I unlocked my door and flipped on the light. True to the Director of Hell's word, there it sat, weighing down the broken leg kitchen table. My contact.
Now, in most cases, I am studious. So I will read something before signing. But I signed without so much as looking at a single word. I believed there could be absolutely no fault in what I was about to agree to.
I heard the familiar bell ring in the background when I laid my pen down. It drowned out the porn I had playing behind me so I could study up on positions.
My front door suddenly opened, and in walked the Director.
"Uh, this explains everything," she said, looking around my apartment.
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