Ellen's Fall - Chapter One
Note: This is a work of fiction. None of the character's are based on truth
but are a figment of the author's imagination. This is a fantasy, not reality.
Fantasies should remain just that...fantasy.
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Ellen had grown more depressed and erratic since her divorce from Jack 8 months
earlier. While it was only a 5 year marriage, she was surprised how much she
missed having a constant companion, regardless of how annoying he might be.
Soon, the depression caused began to affect her work as an executive secretary
at a major investment firm in Atlanta. Ellen was a beautiful but proper looking
35 year old blonde with shapely legs, bottom and hand sized breasts that she
always wished were bigger. Her outfits at work always hid the body she worked
on religiously, but her self-esteem forbid her wearing anything else.
Work was an obsession for Ellen. It was the balance in her life. Her
loneliness was beginning to cause her to seek other ways to spend her time,
other than dreary, hard and non-gratifying work. Her daily routine of work,
returning to her tiny apartment and visiting the gym no longer was enough. It
began with taking long walks to areas of the city she had spent little or no
time. Gradually, she began to stop and have a drink somewhere or eat dinner at
places which were known to serve the singles scene. And, over several months,
her curiosity got the best of her and she began to do things and have courage
she never thought she had. While her work outfits remained the same prim and
proper style, her evening outfits became a bit more revealing. Slacks turned
into skirts and blouses turned into slightly revealing tops. Nothing outrageous
of course, but not the Ellen everyone knew and relied upon.
The man that asked for her number that one Friday evening at the bar caught
Ellen a bit of guard, but she was flattered and gratefully provided to him with
little hesitation. The three gin martinis had opened the way, of course. The
next day, a message was waiting for her on her answering machine when she
returned from work. And, that night she was at dinner with him. Before she
knew it, she was awake in her bed the next morning with a dreadful headache and
naked with her clothes crumpled on the floor.
"Owww...my head. I don't remember going to bed..." Ellen whispered lowly to
avoid added pain to her headache.
She swept aside the sheets and walked naked to her kitchen to make coffee. Her
tanned legs ached a bit from her sleep and she wished she had worn her robe as
all the windows were open. But, fortunately, no one was around. Ellen wondered
what had happened to her dinner date.
"How did I get home?" she asked and peered outside to her car in the parking lot
out front.
The red light blinked on her machine. After making a bit of coffee, she pressed
the play button and open her newspaper left at her doorstep.
"Ellen, this is Dan, your dinner date. I had a great time last night. And, so
did you. I left a momento of our date for your on your email. Take a look."
Click.
"What in the world was he talking about, momento?" she asked.
Her nudity quickly was replaced with her favorite robe and she turned on her
computer. Her anticipation was only restricted a bit by her headache. She
quickly signed on and saw that she had one email from SLUTMASTER28. She clicked
the message.
To: Ellen Jackson
From: SLUTMASTER28
Re: Momento
Attached please find a few pictures from last night. Unless you wish for
everyone on your office mail list to get it, meet me at the corner of Elm and
Peachtree at 10 a.m. sharp. You are to wear exercise shorts and a sports bra
and shoes. No underwear. Be on time and be dressed as instructed, Slut.
Dan
Ellen turned red quickly in anger and shock. She opened the pictures and her
jaw dropped. In the first, she was sucking someone unknown person's dick. In
the next, she was being fucked from behind by some unknown person. They got
worse. In another, she was receiving oral sex from some woman - only the back
of the woman's head was seen. She looked at her watch. It was 9:00 a.m.
By instinct, she jumped into her bedroom and shed her robe. Within minutes she
was brushing her teeth while wearing short blue exercise shorts and white sports
bra and sneakers with ankle socks. Quickly, she got in her car and sped to the
corner located in the red light district of Atlanta.
"What have I done? What have I gotten into? I can't let him send those
pictures..." she thought to herself.
She parked her car behind an adult bookstore. Ellen walked briskly to the
street corner and waited....9:55 a.m. Eyes were on her by the passers by. Her
was this beautiful woman in tiny exercise clothes on a street corner. She
didn't look like the typical prostitute. She burned red with humiliation as she
knew what they must be thinking.
Soon, a black Mercedes pull up....it was Dan. The window opened.
"Hey, babe, how much?" asked Dan with a wicked smile.
"W-what? I'm not a hooker...." Ellen spuddered.
Dan laughed. "Get in, slut," he barked.
Rather than wait outside and be the subject of further stares, she got in.
"What are you doing? You can't blackmail me!" she said as her eyes began to
water.
"Blackmail is such a dirty word"
"But, you can't do this to me? What do you want," asked Ellen.
"Oh, nothing too much. I find you very appealing and I want more of your time.
Can you give it to me."
"Y-yes."
"Good."
Dan began to speed away and soon was on the interstate.
"Ellen, I don't like those clothes on you. Take them off."
"But, I will be naked," pleaded Ellen.
"Ellen, listen, I will send those pictures to your office. How will they be
received? I'm sure they would love to see you sucking my cock and taking it up
the ass. It will do wonders for your career."
Ellen hesitated. Before she knew it, her shorts were at her ankles and soon
balled up on the floor of the car. Her nicely shaved pussy was exposed and soon
the shorts had company with her bra. She was naked and in a car with a
stranger. Instinct forced her to cover her breasts and pussy.
"Now, now, that modesty of yours will soon have to go, my slut."
"I am not a slut!"
"You will be. Throw the clothes out the window," said Dan.
Ellen did as she was told and panicked. She was naked except for her sneakers.
Dan began to drive into a wooded area outside of the City that was marked as
private property. He stopped the car next to a wooden gate with a home on the
top of a big hill about 2,000 yards away.
"Get out."
"What?! I-I can't, I'm naked," pleaded Ellen.
"Get out and run up to the house. If I beat you up there, those pictures are
going to the office," said Dan.
Ellen quickly exited the vehicle and ran up the hill. Dan followed her slowly
and got a big kick out of watching this prudish but hot blonde running up a hill
naked with sneakers. Her breasts jiggled and her ass had a sexy way about it.
Soon, she was out of breath and collapsed onto the ground at the foot of the
front door to the house. Dan parked his car in the barn and walked up to her.
"Slut, get up," Dan said.
Ellen stood, but now she had a dirty bottom and sweaty look about her. Defiance
broadcasted from her eyes.
End of Chapter One
