Dirty Diaries: A Darkly Erotic Novel

by Rimmer, Anita

  The next morning I continued to try to avoid Frank but I ran into him when I was leaving the restaurant after breakfast.

  "Anna," he said. "I think there a few things we should discuss. Can you please come in to my office after lunch?"

  I could tell he was trying to be polite, so I agreed. On one hand I was hoping he changed his mind and was going to pay me more so I could stay. On the other hand, I was kind of getting tired of the way he treated me around here and was starting to look forward to leaving.

  At noon I went over to his office. The door was open and he was sitting at his desk with a bottle of scotch in front of him and a drink in his hand. He motioned me to come in with his free hand as he took a sip with the other.

  I sat down in front of him, waiting for him to speak. He pulled out another glass from the cabinet next to his desk and poured me a drink, pushing it forward like a peace offering.

  "You've been here close to half a year," he said calmly. "I'll be sorry to see you go."

  So he wasn't planning on offering me anything to stay. This drink was probably his way of giving me a farewell bonus. I picked it up and drained the glass, glaring at him.

  "So that's it? Half a year and you're sending me off with a drink and a nice to meet you? You've made a lot of money off of me, Frank. Not just from whatever you're charging these guys, but your business has increased a lot since I started here. You're just going to give all that up to save giving me a few more bucks?" My blood was boiling now that this really seemed like the end. I was mostly pissed that he was being so callous about it all. Not that I had any illusions that we cared for one another in the slightest, but I was surprised he was so willing to give up a good money maker. Was I really so easy to replace?

  Frank gave me one of his creepy smiles, like he knew something I didn't. It made me even angrier and I could feel my face start to flush.

  "I pay you enough. Don't forget you get room and board as well. In fact, I think what I give you is probably overly generous."

  My head was spinning at the way he was talking, he was still being a complete prick. I wasn't going to sit here anymore and listen to him. I don't know why he even invited me in, unless it was just to rub it in my face that he wasn't paying me anything more.

  I stood up to leave and all of a sudden felt very dizzy. One drink shouldn't have affected me so much. Frank looked up at me as I grabbed a hold of his desk for support. He was still grinning wildly. It was the last thing I remember seeing before I blacked out.

  I woke up later, but I had no idea how much time had passed. What I noticed immediately was that my hands were bound and I was completely naked. The room was dark but a faint light was coming through a familiar hole in the wall. I was locked in the glory hole closet. That asshole had drugged me. I tried to yell, but my mouth was taped shut. I had no idea what the hell was going on, so I started to cry in fear and frustration.

  I lay there for a while. It was hard to judge the passage of time. Eventually, though, I heard a sound coming from the other side of the wall. I struggled to sit up and then the door opened. The sudden light from the other room blinded my dilated pupils momentarily so I wasn't sure who it was that hauled me to my feet. I was dragged into the other room and then forced down onto the ground facing the little bench. I was on my knees with my ass in the air.

  I recognized the heavy breathing of Frank before I even turned my head to look at him. He was busy fastening my arms in front of me to the bench attached to the floor.

  "Don't worry, Anna. I'll let you go in a bit. But I have someone who is willing to pay big bucks to fuck a helplessly bound girl and I just happened to have one handy. But I'll tell you what, I'm even going to give you some of the money. After all, you're going to need it if you really want to leave." He laughed again and then worked his way back up to his feet. I heard him stomp away and the door slam shut behind him.

  A few minutes later it opened again. I was terrified, wondering who it was behind me. I hated not being able to move my hands or to talk, or scream. I tried to turn my head but I wasn't able to see enough in that direction. Whoever had come in was silent, standing still behind me and just watching me struggle. I realized then that that was probably part of the thrill for this sick fuck, so I forced myself to just lie still. I had to just treat this like any other job. Let him get in, get off and get out.

  As I suspected, once I stopped struggling the man grew restless and finally approached me. He continued to stay directly behind me though, so I didn't even bother trying to look back to catch a glimpse. Let him think that I didn't care and maybe that would make him leave.

  I heard him drop down to his knees and felt a hand gingerly grab my ass, which was still up in the air with my knees underneath me. He gave me a little squeeze, and then a rub. Gently at first, moving his large palm all around the globe of my pale white ass cheek in a circle. Then, without warning, his hand moved away and then returned with a very hard slap. I screamed out into the gag in my mouth but only a muffled sound escaped.

  Again he hit my ass and again I cried out in vain. His slaps were much harder than the ones I had endured a few weeks ago during my first anal encounter. Those ones were meant to make me shut up. These ones were designed to make me scream. His slaps rained down on me again and again and my ass burned. I struggled despite the promise I had made to myself not to, but I was bound too tightly.

  Finally, the blows stopped and a finger immediately pressed into my pussy. To my surprise, it slid in easily. Despite the pain, my pussy had responded by getting wet. He pushed another one in and began to saw in and out with them. They then disappeared from my wet gash and pressed against my upturned asshole. The lubrication from my pussy allowed them to go in easily, although once they had made it past the second knuckle it started to hurt. He pulled his fingers back out and shoved them roughly back into my pussy to wet them again, and then back up to my ass. He continued to do this a few times until his fingers were moving in and out of my ass without resistance.

  Finally his hands disappeared and I heard him fumbling with his pants. His hand slapped my ass again, this time in the middle and catching my labia by surprise. I cried out again but he continued to slap even as I yanked hard against the ropes, still unable to move. I wanted to rub my ass, soothe away the burn from my pussy lips. Tears were rolling down my face. I knew this was a punishment sent from Frank. My final send off, perhaps. I just had to endure and then get the fuck out of here. I would spend some of my savings on the first hotel I could find my way to, whether I had to hitchhike or walk.

  The slaps finally stopped and I felt a hard fat cock press into my pussy. I was still wet for whatever reason, and he slipped in quickly and without resistance. After a couple of strokes he pulled it out and then slammed hard into my asshole, sinking from his hips to mine on the first thrust.

  Again I screamed into my gag, and again I was only rewarded by a muffled moan. I was lucky he had lubricated me first, but I knew that was likely more for his own benefit than mine. From what I'd heard, a dry fuck can hurt a guy almost as much as a girl sometimes.

  He continued to slam hard into my ass, each thrust shoving me wildly forward and causing my head to bang into the wooden bench to which I was bound. About every minute, the mystery man would pull out and switch holes, from pussy to ass and back again. I was sure it was unsanitary, but again, I knew he didn't care. Tears were washing down my face, from both frustration and pain. My head continued to bang into the bench and every so often another slap would pummel down on me by surprise.

  I wasn't sure how long it took, probably about ten minutes, but finally I felt the man tense up and let loose a load of cum into my ass. After a couple of spurts, he pulled it out and pushed it into my pussy before he lost his hardness, and I felt another couple of squirts enter that hole.

  When he was done, he gave me one more half hearted slap on the rear before standing up and leaving.

  A little while later, Frank came back upstairs, huffing and puffi
ng. He threw down a few bills next to my face and then pulled out a knife which he used to cut the ropes around my hands.

  "There you go sweetie. If you still insist on leaving, here's some seed money for you. You probably don't have as much saved up as you think. The world is an expensive and dangerous place."

  He stood back up without removing my gag, but my hands were free now so I could take care of it myself. I fell over onto my side and reached back to massage my sore, cum filled ass. It was still burning from all of the spankings.

  "Your clothes are in the closet," he said. He left me alone again and I lay on the floor for a while, still rubbing my ass. I finally pulled off the remains of the ropes and tore away the gag. I made my way to the shower, hoping this was the last time I had to use this one. When I was done, I got dressed and went down to my room.

  When I got there, though, my mouth dropped in horror. The room was torn apart. What little belongings I had, mostly clothes, were everywhere - most of them shredded and ruined. My mattress was leaning against the wall and all of my sheets were lying in a pile on the floor. I knew immediately that my money was gone. I had nothing left except the forty bucks that Frank had thrown at me upstairs. That and the clothes on my back. It wasn't enough to leave with. I wouldn't make it more than a couple of days before I'd end up begging on the street.

  Frank had figured out a way to make me stay. At least for a little while. I should never have mentioned my money to him earlier. It was my own fault. But I'll learn from my mistakes next time. And I'm not going to wait five more months, either. Time to start coming up with an exit strategy.

  Week 22-23

  After losing all of my money and having all of my stuff destroyed by Frank, I haven't felt much like writing lately. I had promised myself I would come up with an exit strategy but to be honest, I haven't really given it a lot of thought. As shitty as this place is, even with Frank being a complete asshole, it was a roof over my head and filled with familiar faces. Flipping through my past entries I realize that I haven't really talked about it much, but I have made a few friends here. Well, maybe friends is too strong a word, but there are people that I talk to almost daily and laugh and joke with.

  Jen, who works the cash. Dave, one of the cooks. Even Fred who does some light maintenance is kind of fun to hang around, although he often wants me to give him a quick blow job. I do it, why the hell not, but I kind of wonder sometimes if that's the only reason he talks to me.

  If I leave, I would have no one at all to talk to, and nowhere to stay. I need to think longer about what I want to do and not act rashly.

  Anyway, something odd has been going on in the last week. There have been all sorts of strange men meeting with Frank in his office with the door closed, and different people coming and doing inspections of the various facilities. Frank has had a bigger smile than usual on his face as well, which always worries me. In the past, whenever he was overly happy it meant misery for me. Not sure about this time, though, since it seems like something bigger than just a surprise bukkake party.

  Sex wise, I don't even care anymore. Guys have been filling all of my holes up with their gooey loads and I barely even notice. I don't think I've had an orgasm of my own in a couple of weeks. I wonder if I'm just becoming numb to sex?

  Week 24

  So this week I was hit with some wonderful news. Frank is selling the truck stop. Apparently that's what all of the meetings have been about this week. Frank brought all of his full time employees together this morning and told us that he'd been offered a "very sizable" offer for the truck stop and he's decided to sell. He said that as far as he knew, there wouldn't be any staffing changes, but I honestly don't think that fact fuck gives a shit about anyone else that works here anyway. If the new owner came in and fired everyone the day after he took over, I doubt Frank would lose a minute of sleep over it as long as his check still cleared.

  Shortly after the meeting, Frank called me into his office to meet the new owner. The two men couldn't be more opposite. While Frank is ugly, fat and, well, just plain disgusting, the new owner is tall, dark and very handsome. He had a thin, somewhat muscular build and wore a dark suit. I think the only time I've ever seen Frank in a suit was when he had to go to his own mother's funeral, and even then he didn't stop complaining about how much it had cost him and how he better be getting at least enough from her will to pay for it. Yep, Frank is all class.

  "Anna, meet Charles Bramwell, the new owner of this place."

  "Oh. Hello," I said, unsure how much he knew about what I actually did there. Our arrangement was a pretty unique one and I started to mentally prepare myself for Mr. Bramwell to tell me my services were no longer required. As usual, that left me with mixed feelings.

  I shot a look at Frank, a raised eyebrow that I hoped he would understand to mean that I had no idea how much this man had been told and thus I had no idea what to say.

  Charles came forward and shoot my hand. "Nice to meet you, Anna. From what I understand, you're the reason this place is still in business."

  "What?" exclaimed Frank. "I never said that. Anna is-"

  "I know what she is, Frank. And you're right, you didn't say that. I'm not sure you even realize it. You're business is very poorly run, and yet you're the busiest truck stop in the state. Your popularity is what attracted me to this opportunity in the first place, but it wasn't until I started talking to some of your customers and employees that I truly understood that Anna was the reason anyone ever stopped here." Charles gave me a bright smile and I think I actually blushed.

  "Granted, this arrangement is completely unconventional and probably quite illegal, but that's never been something that I've shied away from. Anna, I'm hoping you will stay. I'm sure we can find someone to take your place, if needed, but why change something that isn't broken? With a few improvements to this place, and you're continuing... comforts, we can make this stop into one of the most profitable in the country. I'll be giving you a raise, as well."

  My eyes lit up at the sound of that. I still wasn't planning on stay here forever, but more money would certainly help me with my exit strategy. I could see Frank was fuming, but he bit his tongue.

  At any rate, this weekend is our transition and I'll be taking over come Monday. I look forward to working with you then. Please come and see me sometime early in the week and we'll discuss our plan.

  I left the office feeling elated. Not only was I getting rid of Frank this weekend, but the new boss already seemed a million times better. He was giving me a raise AND he wanted to discuss his plan with me? I couldn't believe how quickly my fortune has turned.

  I didn't even care that much when the next day Frank called me into his office, fuming. He ranted and raved at me for close to an hour about how Charles was an idiot who gave me far too much credit and the proof was that he had paid far more than this dump was worth. He ended his tirade ordering me to pull my pants down so he could fuck me one last time (while he was still technically my boss and I couldn't say no).

  I didn't even complain, happy that this would be the last time his fat belly rested on my hips. I dropped my pants and bent over his desk in the position I knew that he liked best. I felt his small little dick pressing against my dry pussy, so I spit on my hand and reached back to moisten myself up. I had lube in my purse but I knew it wouldn't even be necessary. Between his huge belly and small dick, Frank never penetrated me very deeply and he also rarely lasted more than a couple of minutes.

  Sure enough, after about a minute of him pounding into me, he let out a groan and I felt my pussy flood with his cum. For as fast as Frank was on the draw, his gun was always fully loaded. I never met anyone that could cum more than he did. Load after load pulsed out of his slimy little prick as he leaned forward against me. My back ached from having his sweaty belly resting against it, but soon enough he stopped shooting and pulled out. He smacked my ass hard and then told me to get the fuck out of his office.

  Week 25

  Frank fin
ally left this weekend, I can't believe I'm actually free from that asshole. I got pretty drunk on Saturday night and all I remember is getting passed around in the back of a truck by about three burly truckers. At one point I'm pretty sure I had all of my holes filled at once and I definitely woke up sore the next morning. But I still had a smile on my face, knowing that Frank was out of my life for good. Or at least, if I ever did meet him again he wouldn't be my boss.

  On Monday I couldn't wait to take Mr. Bramwell up on his offer so I wandered over to his office just after lunch. He had already cleared out all of the remaining crap that Frank had left behind and was in the midst of unpacking some boxes. I asked him if I should come back another time, but he ushered me in and closed the door.

  "Hello Anna," he said. "Don't mind the mess."

  "Hi Mr. Bramwell, no problem," I said as I stood in front of his desk. There were no chairs and the couch was covered in boxes.

  "Please call me Charles." He went over to the couch and moved the boxes to the floor and motioned for me to join him. We both sat down and began to talk.