—-
“Now, where did you get this again?” I asked as we sat in Katie’s car.
“Don’t know. Found it in the same dumpster, where I found the other bottles, remember? Behind some advertising agency called Noricom. I’m betting it all ties back to them somehow.” Katie peered at it as we studied at tape in her hand. “So, that’s where you got this? Noricom?” I asked.
“Yup, and I already listened to some of it. Jennifer, It’s intense. I hope….well…listening to the rest of it….you know….doesn’t mess you up further, I mean after the ‘dose’ I gave you yesterday.” Katie warned sheepishly as she pushed the tape her car’s deck and paused, looked at me dramatically.
“Puullllease! Listen kid, I was doing this when you were young enough to be my…” I paused.
“…daughter?” She her eyes danced.
I poked out my tongue in mock anger. “…younger sister.” I shot back drying to disguise being a little miffed at her.
“You sure your ready?” She asked almost sounding like she hoped I wasn’t!
“Katie, I’m a professional reporter with twenty years experience, not some horny little freak, okay? What you slipped me yesterday’s… all…gone. Trust me. I’ll be fine.” I impatiently snapped, a little embarrassed by her kid gloves.
“Sorry, Jen. Just checking…” She shrugged, as I took a deep breath and Katie pushed ‘play’.
The voice of a phone rang, then a young woman’s voice answered.
—-
“Hello?”
“Yes, may I speak to Doris Please? ”
“This is Doris.”
“Doris, I’m calling from M.C.I. and I need to speak to you about your phone bill. ”
“uh….. is there a problem?”
“No, I’m just here to let you know you qualify for a fantastic new savings plan —”
“….uhh…..I’m not really interested…. ”
“Why not Doris? Wouldn’t you like to save money?”
“I’m sorry, but you guys have already called me today. Don’t you check with each other? I’m afraid I have to go. Sorry.”
“Doris—WAIT—your making a MAJOR mistake…”
“Huh?”
“Hanging up. I wouldn’t want to be in your shoes trying to explain to your hubby why you missed out on these great savings, what with your current…er…..situation…. ”
“Why with our N.C.I. Plan, you could already be saving 38 cents more per—”
“Situation? What do you mean?”
“Well, I heard your baby bawling somewhere back there, but I don’t hear his voice, so your so namby-pamby he probably ditched you, which explains how you white trash like yourself spawns a grubby little kid in the first place, what with your passive personality and lack of will power, a simple and sure plan like this would really help you, Doris, believe —”
“Hey, how DARE you!!! You don’t know the first thing about me! And….and my boyfriend d-did NOT ditch me. He just needed….some…space, that’s all. He’s coming back. Hey, I don’t have to explain ANY of this too you! The nerve of—Okay, I’m REALLY hanging up now…”
“No you’re not, Doris.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah, If you were gonna to hang up, you’d have done it by now. Your just embarrassed by how I nailed your whole life, right? Admit it…”
“Your being quite rude. What’s your name? Where do you work, huh? I’m tempted report all this to your boss. What do you think of those apples, huh?”
“Wow. Pretty scary Doris. Are you a lesbo Doris?”
“huh? NO, of course not. Why in the world…?”
“Well, your luck with men stinks, and your flirting with me big time, aren’t you? I Have other customers, and you can’t stop begging for my name and are curious where I work…Pretty sad stuff, huh?”
“Okay, your now NUTS!!! Give me your boss, immediately young lady! ”
“Hush. I don’t blame you for being a defensive repressed sexually frustrated closet dyke, and It’s not your fault your not pretty or smart enough to make a good wife. Doris? Still there?”
“Please hang up…”
“Don’t lie to yourself, Doris. You are loving this, aren’t you? You relish my pushing you around, don’t you? Isn’t your strange little quirk of draw cuter girls like myself into endless personal conversations the REAL reason you should listen to me and save what money you have left…Doris? Your breathing’s getting heavier, isn’t it?…”
“Yes, sorry. I mean…No, it’s…darn it, your twisting things around. Why am I even talking to you? I’m not some sick lesbian or that other stuff… I don’t even know your name, and I’m **NOT** interested in your mother fucking plan—— OKAY???.”
“Oooohhh…such language! (chuckle) That tongue of yours has a mind of it’s own, doesn’t it?”
“Go to hell!”
“Doris, honey? Your DON’T want to save money? Even 38 cents?”
“No.”
“Why not? It adds up you know. ”
“ARRRRHGHH!!!…..’cause I’m too…’stupid’, okay? Will THAT make you go away?”
“You’re the one who’s too weak to hanging up Doris. If your too weak to save 38 pennies, I guess it’s up to step in, isn’t it?”
“I don’t follow…”
“Big surprise THERE, huh? (laughter) Okay, let’s simplify this for my stupid lezbo friend—— quick, go grab a pencil.”
“Huh? a Pencil? But I TOLD you—— ”
“Doris, Stop trying to think. Were doing something ELSE, now do as I say. Fetch me a pencil….now scoot. I’ll wait.”
“Uh….just a second…….(muffled noise) …….Okay, got it. But I really don’t see… ”
“Good Girl! Now hurry up and jot this down: 4928 Ceder Lane, Beverly Hills, CA, 90212….. Got it?”
“Yeah, but..what’s this?”
“It’s MY home address, silly. You may as send me a check for 38 cents each month, since you’re so too fucking stupid to hold onto it—— ”
“(Sob)…please…..for god’s sake…..Why are you DOING this to me? ….please…..stop talking to me like this….”
“Hey, don’t come crying to me because you get your kicks from being a friggin’ doormat. It’s people like you who need people like me to ball you out. If you’d wise up and keep your hairy knees together, maybe you wouldn’t stay knocked up and keep pumping out more ‘little Doris’’!”
“Okay, that’s IT—your clearly a SICK-O!!! I DEMAND to speak with your manager. You’re in big trouble lady! Gimmie your name. I already have your gosh darned address…”
“Pipe down, cunt. I’m not finished. The really interesting part is, we don’t even know each other, your such a stupid shit you get all worked up and horny, simply BECAUSE I call w you a stupid shit. Is that sick or what?”
“Did you just say what I thought you said?”
“’Stupid shit’, ‘worked up’ or ‘horny’? Which one gets you off more? I bet your… touching yourself right now, aren’t you, Doris?”
“I hate you. I hope you ROT IN HELL and die, you stupid FUCKING bitch!!!”
“You’re avoiding the question. It gets you HOT and BOTHERED when I call you humiliating names, doesn’t it you stupid horny dyke?”
“Fuck you.”
“Doris, if you keep using profanity, I’ll have to hang up. ”
“Wait—”
“Got YA—” (hysterical giggles) “Suuuuucker!!!”
—-
Then the tape broke off in mid sentence and went dead.
Katie looked at my raspy breath, flickering eyelashes and the beads of sweat across my quivering upper lip. She calmly pulled up in front of a house and shut off the engine.
“You okay, Jen?”
“Jesus…this stuff’s……it’s….”
“Yeah. I know. Are you…I mean, did it….”
“The stuff you slipped me has WORN OFF, Katie, trust me.”
“Sorry, I wasn’t implying…you just look…”
“I know. Okay….I’ll confess this much…listening to this weird ‘phone lady’ bark orders to this poor Doris woman, It did shake me up a little….”
“I noticed. You paid wrapped attention to every word during our drive over. The report I found mentioned something about women who drink the liquid responding either aggressively like this sales woman did, or passively and excitedly, like Doris. I also found a blood tests with the tape that shows both of these woman ingested the fluid. Not sure how the sales lady found this woman Doris. Maybe pure luck.
“Maybe This sales lady was looking for her, or just fucking with her for her own jollies…” I said dumbfounded at the Idea.
“Well… Doris sure was pissed, wasn’t she?” Katie said, eyeing me.
“She didn’t hang up though, did she?” I asked thinking deeply. I hated how excited it all made me, and hoped Katie hadn’t noticed.
“Katie, we can’t stop here. I gotta know what happens! I mean…uh…for the story’s sake. Is that’s all that’s on the tape?”
“Yeah, unfortunately…”
“So, what are we doing here?”
“This is her house. The woman on the tape, the house wife. The tape’s date shows it’s was made a while ago. Nobody’s seen this poor house wife ‘Doris’ or her kids since this tape was made.”
“This is pretty creepy stuff, Katie, are you sure we shouldn’t involve the authorities ?” I asked, kicking myself that every sentence kept coming out as a question. I meant to TELL Katie my worries, but I just kept slipping into this warm repressively relaxed state when we worked together, which Katie was impatient with too.
“No, I’m not ‘sure’, bu, if we go to the cops now, we risk being shut out of the biggest story in years! Think about it, Jen, there are, what, still twenty little bottles of that stuff still floating around town? This is only the tip of the Ice Berg. Are you coming? ”
“To do what?”
“Since this wimpy little house wife’s obviously missing, I say we break in. Look for signs of what happened. We’ll call the police if things get hairy, okay?”
I wanted to say no, that it was a dangerous Idea and my rookie reporter’s bravado could get us both in deep trouble, or killed. That’s what I wanted to say, but somehow I became flustered when I said,
“Okeey Dokeey! …right behind you…” My face burned as we got out of her car. I tried not to panic, horrified how randy the tape had made me, sure Katie could smell me stewing in my own juices. God she must think me a fool!
Finally, fed up with my own passivity, In a burst of angry, I clumsily rushed past her racing up to the door so I’d be first. Katie glared at me.
“Jesus, Jen, —okay. You can ‘knock’ first, okay?” She sighed. I shrugged a weak shrug, realizing I’d stupidly only made myself looked ever more childish. I raised my hand, but before I could knock, it opened.
We were surprised to see an average looking young woman her mid twenties in jeans, T shirt answered the door, much younger than Doris had sounded. “Excuse me miss? Is your name…Doris?” I asked with a serious expression as Katie stood dutifully behind me.
“No. I’m Tyler McCoy. Doris’s….’friend’. How do you two know her?” She sneered.
Katie and I both froze.
We exchanging stunned looks. It was HER, the woman humiliating this Doris woman on the tape we’d just listened too in the car! It was spooky to be face to face with the woman who’d uttered those nasty rude things. I wondered if we were crazy, but her voice was unmistakable!
“Well, this is Doris’ house isn’t it?” Katie asked.
“What’s it too you?” She demanded.
I struggled to speak, but was petrified. For some reason, I felt just like Doris must have, and my heart lurched madly at the thought of possibly embarrassing myself if she was half as mean to me. The younger woman eyed me as she asked Katie: “What’s her problem?”
Katie didn’t answer fast enough, she the woman quickly returned to me, sensing my weakness. Part of it was her commanding presence and her firm little body for such a young little thing!
“….what’s a matter?… lose your voice pumpkin?” The ‘phone lady’ scoffed at me sarcastically, eyeing Katie and I dubiously. Our credibility sinking fast as.
The phone lady, (as I now started to think of her) then got a superior snotty look, goaded on by my fear. Though horrified, the tape and Doris kept flashing by, and I felt giddy inside for some reason. “Well, go on…” The phone lady asked, but I just stood there dumbly, forgetting what was expected of me. What was the question again?
Katie shrugged apologetically at the woman, and I winced in embarrassment at how I was humiliating myself before a total stranger. If I didn’t speak quick, I knew I’d telegraph my vulnerability!
I finally managed: “Miss Muuu…I mean, Miss…Mcccc…? Oh I mean….Oh gosh,….er…sorry I goofed.” I broke into stupid giggles, flustered as my breast rose and fell with fearful anticipating of how she’d NOW be forced to chastise me.
“Your not terribly bright, are you? You could start by remembering my name, okay miss…miss….?” The phone lady smirked at me.
“…uhh….” I said, knowing full well what my name was, but unable to get the words out fast enough. Katie looked to the ground, embarrassed for me.
“Aawwww…..the poor thing can’t even guess her own name now?” Her voice dripped with mockery now as she winked at Katie, her eyes coming back to me and wonderfully pinning me to the porch, stripping me of my pride mercilessly.
I wanted to die inside, and my privates were on fire! I was dangerously close to becoming another ‘Doris’. Why was I sinking into this erotic fog, just like I did with Katie yesterday!
“Cat got her tongue?” The phone lady winked at Katie, who frowned at me. ” What are you two anyways…? Sisters? Girlfriends. What?
“We…..uh….work together.” Katie sniped.
“Oh? Really….why, I’ll bet you do…” The phone lady smirked back as I fell another rung. She had no Idea I was gay, and nether did Katie or anyone at work, but that wasn’t the point. I forgot how lesbian obsessed the ‘phone lady’ was, but I was too paralyzed by fear and desire to rebuff her.
“Well, sister, if your stupid little girl friend here won’t chirp up, I guess were done!” The phone lady chuckled as she stared at me distractedly for a moment, looking carefully at my face and hair.
“Hold still, little miss deaf mute…” She whispered, as this younger girl casually brushed aside a lock of hair which was tickling my face. It was simple little touch, but I felt thunderous excitement bursting under my breasts! I became feverish and love struck over how close this sick disturbed girl had some to actually touching me. I felt both invaded and flattered, all at once!
The whole thing only lasted a second, and Katie got a worried look at my blissfully stupid expression and took a protective step between us, pointed her tape recorder in the woman’s face like a weapon. “Miss McCoy, were doing a story about Noricom and wondered if you could answer a few ques—”
“You’re the PRESS? There’s a load of stuff I could say about Noricom, but not to a couple of half assed reporters!” She spat violently.
“Wait, so tell us about it. Just two minutes, can I can tape what you just said…? Miss…. ” Katie tried, but Miss McCoy Ignored… …her and bored her gaze into me!
“Okay, cutie, let’s try again. Just take a little breath and tell me your name, okay? Come on ‘Little Miss Reporter’….You can do it…”
“I’m …uhm…….my name’s….Jennifer…” I said softly.
Katie stepped guardedly between the woman and me, shoving her tape back at the woman’s face. ” Ma’am, if we could just—”
“Your annoying me dip shit.” she barked at Katie who flinched as she turned back to me: “What’s her name?” She demanded, pointing to Katie.
“Katie…” I said blushing, as I added a sexy little curl to my mouth as I said it, and Katie glared over at me. I know, I just couldn’t help humiliate myself further, somehow. The fact it pissed Katie off excited me also.
“Well….your girlfriends Katie’s a pushy little thing, ain’t she?” The woman’s eyes sparkled at my obvious squirming arousal.
“Uh huh…” I cooed.
“JEN!” Katie scolded as she butted in, turning back to the phone lady.
Miss McCoy…if we could just…” Katie tried, but only sounding like a whinny little girl as the woman ignored Katie, snatched her purse and keys, starting out her door and towards her car as we trailed behind her like a couple of little girls selling cookies.
“But Miss McCoy…where’s Doris? Have you seen her?” Katie begged,
“No comment. Look, I still work there…”
“May I ask in what position?” Katie quickly shot. Miss McCoy shot back.
“As a receptionist, okay?”
“A….secretary? I thought you were a telemarketer..?” Katie queried.
“Why the heck would you think that? Jesus you two little fucks better not be tapping my fucking phone line at work! WERE you??? Huh?”
“We found a tape by accident.” I heard myself admit.
“Jen!” Katie gave me a very betrayed look, and blushed at the admission as Miss McCoy smiled smugly at us. .
“So what! So I make tapes, play games. It’s my right, and you two fucking nobodies better SWEAR you’ll not breath a word to either my boss or another living soul—GOT IT???” She barked at us, and of course we both found ourselves nodding compliantly to keep prank calls a secret. I knew in my head this haughty little secretary must really must be full of herself to expect us to buckle to her demands since being a fucking peon, she had no leverage.
But, at that moment, our bodies were rooted to the spot and totally intimidated, just as the woman on the tape had been. I winced at the obvious age connection between myself and this ‘Doris’ woman’s obedience, but Katie’s being intimidated confused me, though she hid it better. I guess even Katie’s no match for the bitchy bottle blonde secretary.
Tyler McCoy’s flashed us a triumphant sharp smirk as she got in her car and started to back out, then stuck her head out the car’s window
“Now If you two little lezbos are stupid enough to be HERE here I get back, I’ll call the fucking cops, got it?” Miss McCoy smiled as Katie raced to the street and watched her drive past us. I cringed as she waved to me as she speed away:
“….Bye Bye, Little Miss Reporter Girl!” Her laughter mocked. Katie swatted my hand as she caught me waving bye bye stupidly, and snapped,
“Jen…. what’s your damage?”
“Sorry…. she just….”
“Jesus Jennifer, you’d better let me handle any younger women like her until your back to your old self, okay? You were really scaring me there, about to jump happily into the spider’s web for Christs sake!”
“Katie, lookie! She forgot the…” I said, as we both looked back at Doris’ front door swinging wide open.
—-
Minutes later we combed through the house in silence as we both searched for, well, we didn’t know what! Some sign of Doris….or some weird ‘drug- water’ Noricom conspiracy, I suppose. As Katie searched and I pretended to, in a state of sexual frustration, I whispered across in the darkened house to her.
“Katie, can you believe that shit about us not ‘telling’ her boss she makes juvenile pranks phones calls, and expecting us too…I mean, were reporters for god’s sake! Did she think she seriously scarred us? Did she? Talk about ballsy, huh?” I said my voice full of lust just remembering, as Katie added:
“Well, if ‘Little Miss Secretary’ thinks we’ll put up with that shit from someone at her level…I Mean, I know your vulnerable, but I only ‘agreed’ to get her silly threat to get her to shut the fuck up!”
I ached to subtly humiliate myself just one inch further with one last comment, when Katie beat me to it:
“Yeah, me too. But….do when she said that. Made us promise not to tell, did it…I mean…did it make you feel all…..” I blushed and admitted as Katie’s impatient voice jumped in giving me a perverse jolt of pleasure.
“No, Jen, it didn’t. I’m not like you—you’re still doped up, and that’s why you’d off better off to do as I say, ‘til it wears off. Keep searching.”
“Sorry. Uh….. Katie? So….what do you think happened to that Doris woman after that phone call?”
“I don’t know Jennifer.”
“Katie, do you think this Doris woman is….okay?”
“Depends what you call, ‘okay’. I’m bet she’s alive. God knows how far this Tyler McCoy Bitch drove the poor thing though. I hope she’s not a basket case when we get to her, that’s all.” Katie said as I started twirling a lock of my hair, feeling guilty about how aroused I’d gotten by the phone lady’s voice.
“Katie, I wanna tell you something…”
“…uh huh?” Katie said as she searched, and I toyed with my hair passively.
“…when we were in the car back there, listening to the Phone lady’s tape…”
“Her name’s ‘Tyler’, not the ‘phone lady’ Jen.”
“I… well, I was a little bit…I was getting kinda…. well…” I stammered.
“I know Jen. It’s okay.” Katie paused, trying to hide her irritation. I could sense she didn’t want to hear about my sick arousal, yet I longed to tease myself with the possibility of degrading myself further in her eyes, even if I’d chickened out and save face at the last minute!
“I’m sorry, Katie. I don’t know what’s the matter with me! Ever since yesterday, I’m just…”
“Don’t worry, Jen. Just try and focus, okay? I need your help. I can’t do this all alone…remember you have to stay strong so you can kick my greedy little butt out of stealing your office chair, right?” Katie grinned at me as I wearily smiled back.
I stopped cold, eyeing the kitchen floor.
“Katie, take a look at this..” I whispered as we both looked down.
There were crude ugly comments scrawled all across the kitchen floor. Ugly words that made us both wince.
The name ‘Doris’ name was written with the rest of the profanity, and dozens of felt markers were scattered across the floor as well. It looked like graffiti, and my heart was pounding in fear.
I picked up one of the markers and carefully brought it to my nose, sniffing. The smell was familiar somehow, but I couldn’t place it.
“Katie… what’s this smell like to you?” I frowned, waving a marker under her nose.
“Eeeww….something foul. Put that down, Jen, okay?” Jesus, this place is a mess, huh? Whatever happened here, it looks that McCoy broad really flipped out with this Doris woman, huh?”
“Either that, or the phone lady just likes writing her name down a lot…” I stupidly giggled. Katie frowned at me and I weakly tried to get my wits back
“On her own kitchen floor? Come on, this looks kinkier than that, don’t you think…Jen?” Katie looked up at me in surprise.
“Jen? JENNIFER??? ” Katie scolded as she slapped my hand away from my own crotch, which I suddenly became away I was shamelessly fondling myself through my slacks.
“Sorry, Katie..” I mumbled, hiding my hand behind my back. I blushed as my eyes met Katie’s and she signed in exasperation,
“Jesus, Jen, this really is…I mean, can we go five minutes without you…” Katie sighed as I hung my head in shame.
I carefully waited until she looked away, as I quickly snuck the marker I was holding to my nose, inhaled the fume. It wasn’t from the marker it’s self, it was some other smell, and it was pungent and repulses me, but I still kept sniffing it. I rode a wave of embarrassment and humiliation, still hazy from the ‘phone lady’ (as I kept foolishly calling her) verbal assault on me.
I looked down and spotted a cassette tape lying next to my shoe. “Lookie, Katie!” I excitedly pointed down, proud I’d finally did some good reporting, for a change. Katie picked it up and the tape had the same hand writing as the one in our car.
We exchanged a grin.
“Jen, maybe this will explain this mess, huh? Maybe it’s part 2 of the whole ‘Doris/Tyler’ saga. We’d better listen. You sure you’re up to this?”
“….yeah.” I shrugged, as Katie’s scolding eyes shot down to my hands, which were no longer playing with myself, but secretly were clutching a marker which I hid behind my back, blushing.
She shook her head as if I was a troublesome child, barely hiding a delicious little twinge of condescension. I couldn’t tell if she was truly disgusted, or just perverse and tweaking me a little. Either way I knew I’d need to regain her respect after we got out of this house, which was turning me on too much to think clearly.
“Okay, ready?” She asked
I nodded.
Katie turned and popped the mysterious tape into to the tape player she’d brought along, as I secretly stuffed a big handful of markers into my purse.
Soon the two voices came on, just where the last tape left off…
—-
“Fuck you!”
“Doris, if you keep using profanity, I’ll have to hang up. ”
“Wait—”
“Got YA—(hysterical giggles) Suuuuucker…”
“…ooohhhhh….somebodies breath’s all raspy and somebody keeps licking her lips between her sexy little protests, doesn’t she? Does my poor little Dorey get all excited when the ‘mean little phone lady’ poops all over her, huh?”
“I …uh….”
“Admit it, doormat.”
“ Okay, look Let’s not fight. I don’t want to fight, okay? Maybe we can be friends? Please…..miss…..What’s your name? I STILL don’t even know…”
“Doris, If I tell you my name, will you be a good little dyke and admit your finger fucking with your ugly little cunt? Huh?”
“….erm…..uhg….okay…..”
“Sorry cunt! You don’t GET to know my name, because UN-like you, I’m important. Now, your right hands holding the phone. So, what’s tell the nice phone lady WHAT your other hand doing?”
“…….. Please don’t do this….please……”
“Answer me Doris. ”
“uh…… I think you can guess.”
“It turns you on, doesn’t it, Doris? It makes witto Dorey’s puss puss all nice and moist, doesn’t it shit-fer-brains? DOESN’T IT?”
“…………..please……….leave me…….alone…… ”
“Leave yourself alone, you sick little slut. You think I don’t KNOW what you’re doing…right now? Your so damned stupid, you think it’s not OBVIOUS? Jesus, your really are one pathetic little ass wipe, aren’t you? Say it…”
“…..go away….”
“This is classic, your begging ME to ‘go away’, but YOU won’t hang up or stop frigging yourself. What a freak! I’ve got to try something. Doris-kins, is there a desk near you?”
“Yes but—— ”
“Good pussy. Let’s see how stupid you actually are. What objects are on your desk. Describe them to me.”
“Uh….”
“THAT’S not to much to ask, IS it Dory-poo?”
“No no….I’m sorry. There’s the phone. A Rolodex. There’s a stapler, writing paper, envelopes. A plastic jar full of pens and pencils.”
“Doris, is there anything thicker than the pens?”
“Uh…yeah. There’s this fat pink marker. Maybe an inch thick.”
“Okay ‘Betty-Poop’, grab the magic marker in your left hand.”
(Pause)
“Doris? Are you doing as I said?”
“…uh huh…yes ma’am….”
“Okay, now think for a moment. I know it’s hard for a little drippy cunt like you, but try. Do you realize what a stupid little pussy licker you’re proving yourself by sitting there at attention for me on the phone like a good little pussy, holding your special little marker? Do you?”
“…………..huuuhhhh……..”
“ Answer me shit-head… Heavy breathing isn’t an answer.”
“Uh huh….Yeah…..”
“Doesn’t me talking to you like this make you feel like a stupid horny little twat? Well, doesn’t it shit-head?………..Doris???”
“….er…sorry. I’m still here…”
“Doris, PAY ATTENTION: if having another woman call you names and treat you like a ‘stupid-little-shit-for-brains-doormat’, if all that makes your blood rush, heart pound and pussy spasm, then prove you’re a worthless little bitch by shoving that pretty pink marker up your stuck-up little ASS.”
(pause)
“Doris? Are you still there?”
“Uh huh….”
“Did you shove it up your ass?”
“….Yeah, now I have….”
“Jesus, I can’t believe it! You REALLY did it, didn’t you?”
“….uhh…er…..wasn’t I supposed to?”
“God your one twisted cunt. Yeah, Yeah, keep ot up there. Your one sick broad….Okay, shit-head, how deep is it in you now?”
“….uuhhh….”
“Concentrate, cunt! How deep is your butt is your friendly little marker buried? Is it’s all way up into your private poopy place? I hope straining your brain for an answer doesn’t give my sick little lezzie brain damage. Oh, yeah. Make sure the writing point is sticking out…okay? Is it? ”
“Yes, the writing tips buried in me about two inches now….. Jesus…this is embarrassing……and it hurts…and…owww…the tip’s sticking out. God, I’m really tight up there. I think this might be damaging me, Ma’am …Ouch!….Please don’t make me…I mean…isn’t there any way….?”
“Stop sniveling Doris, and make your brownie firmly squeeze hold of it. I want at least most of it stuck in that tight little brownie of yours, understood ding-bat?”
“Y-yes….ma’am.”
(pause)
“Doris? How we coming?”
“I…I’m not cum…oh…you mean… uh, I think most of it’s inside me, so far… ma’am.”
“Now I’d like you to squat down and use your butt to write something on the floor. Can you do that for me dumb shit? Be a good little wifey, take a squat for the nice phone lady and try to scrawl something on the floor. Are you ready?”
“Yes ma’am. Though it’s IS…kind of hard to write in this position…and it’s a permanent marker.”
“….and how is that my problem? ”
“Uh…sorry ma’am. What am I supposed to write? ”
“Write ’ STUPID DORIS THE CUNT SUCKER ’ Be quick about it, cow…you’re starting to bore me.”
“…..Uuuuuuggggh…owwwwee…okay…I think I…………..almost……………..oh gooood… …there. Okay, Ma’am”
“Good girl. What a insipidly excitable wet-pussied pushover you are! Now, I’ll be quite unhappy unless the WHOLE pen disappears into your twat! And while you are doing it, turn around and read the message back to me, so I know you haven’t totally fucked it up.”
“Oh…okay…aaaah…ummm…’s-stupid….Doris…the cunt sucker loves her phone lady…..?
“Wow. I’m quite touched you’d add that last part on your own, though it’s quite naughty of you to not follow orders, wasn’t ass-girl? Oh well, it It’s close enough. And what does this prove darling?”
“That I’m a s-stupid cunt….who’s wants…oh god…. mistreatment?”
“….Who wants SHIT Doris, not mistreatment. You, apparently THRIVE on shit. Or you wouldn’t be making a fool of yourself by getting OFF on ..well… basically…SHIT-FUCKING yourself with a magic marker for a total stinger. The fact you’re also tickling your stiff little clity like the stupid passive little mousy housewife you are, only proves your one sad sick little dyke, isn’t that right Doris?
“….uuuu…. uuughhhh…..”
“I’ll take that as a ‘yes’. Now, while I’ve got your attention, I’ve gotta confess something…”
“….I’m lying. I don’t work for the phone company. Just fucking with you because you—I found you used to work in steno at Noricom. Noricom ladies are natural dip-shits, or at least the older ones are—But no hard feelings, right Doris?
“Doris???”
(assorted grunts)
“….didn’t think so. Oh, and stop by my place at 2:AM on Saturday. There are a few….’other things’ I’d like to try, in person. If you get off on THIS, who knows what you’ll let me do next. Now you can hang up Doris. Goodbye Doris, and one last thing…”
“Yes ma’am?”
“Leave it shoved up there when you go to bed just for laughs, so you can break into tears to the site of your pink-marker makes when you accidentally write all over your messy bed sheets, okay? A stupid pussy licking shit like you will probably jerk off to over it, won’t she?”
“…………………………yeah…(sob)…..”
“Hang up now Doris.”
Click.
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The tape shut off, and we both stood there in silence.
“Jesus. This is twisted. There’s no sign of Doris around here, so god knows what happened to her. These is ten times more bizarre that I ever imagined.” Katie whispered.
“Yeah…” I managed. I was so close to spontaneous orgasm after listening to poor little ‘shit for brains’ Doris, and gazing at her ‘message’ she’d obviously written across the phone lady’s floor, I couldn’t wait to rush home and finger myself silly!
It was only pride before Katie that stopped me. I’d sunk to low in front of her today anyways!
Katie sighed as she pulled the tape out of her machine.
“Jen, I’d better come back here later and question this McCoy woman by myself. I don’t trust you anywhere near this weirdo, not until you’ve completely shaken the drugs effects.” Katie said as I barely heard her, started down into my purse.
“Jennifer, did you hear me?” I blinked, head popping back up, trying to seem together.
“Katie, you right. There’s nothing more to do here. Let’s go back to work and brain storm, then tomorrow you can handle the Phone Lady..er…….Tyler McCoy, and I’ll try and track down Doris. I think I can handle HER at least! I’m sorry I got weak on you today, but this place is bad news. I won’t forget what a pal your being Katie. I owe you.”
“Okay, how about your job?” She joked, but she softened when I blanched at her words.
“Kidding! You know I’m kidding, right?” She smiled warmly.
“My job, don’t flatter yourself little girl!” I tried teasing back.
“There’s the old Jennifer Corbitt, smart and sassy woman who inspired me to become a reporter in the first place!” Katie winked playfully, and I felt back on track. Did she still respect me, or was it pity? It worry about which later.
“Glad to have you back, partner!” She patted by back as we walked to the door and I tried to hide how hinged on the edge of orgasm I really was inside.
“Uh, Katie, could we stop by a rest room on the way to the office? I have to…er…uh….pee really bad, okay?” I blushed at my lie.
“Sure thing…’boss’! This story’s gonna be HUGE! Were gonna bust this thing WIDE open, you’ll see!” Katie slapped me a high five as we walked out the door.
I paused in the darkened doorway, one step behind Katie, catching site of all the markers in my purse, shuddering as I saw some tried residue on them. Something flaky. Brown. Uggghhh… I blushed, now RECOGNIZED the putrid smell I couldn’t place before.
“Ooooh god….” I shuddered to myself, waves of repulsion rolled over over me as I dove into my purse, snatched the handful of dirty smelly little markers and violently tossed them back into the floor where they belonged, sighing in relief.
I glanced down, alarmed to see one last marker still peeking at me from the bottom of my purse.
“Jennifer, you coming?” Katie called from her car, as an perverse image of stupid little Doris reared into my head, as I forced the dirty marker to my nose, impulsively, stupidly, inhaling deeply.
I enjoyed a rush of shame and excitement peeping at my younger reporter and colleague who respectfully waited for me in her car…
…while I shamelessly stuffed the butt of the Doris’ marker into my mouth, the foul smell hitting me as I sucked on it furiously, rubbed myself hard and fast between my legs! A second later I popped it back into my purse as if nothing happened, rejoining Katie with a sunny little goody two shoes smile and as we drove off together…
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