Sexcretary (Fertile Pleasures Book 1)

by Nadia Nightside

  Delilah gulped.

  Robyn was an absolutely gorgeous young woman, and her outfit that day did nothing to hide that fact and everything, in fact, to accentuate it. She wore tight denim shorts that looked like they had been painted on to the sculpted surface of her bubbly ass. Her legs were long and sensational, and she wore trendy red cowboy boots with ridiculous heels, accentuating her ass and legs even more.

  Her crop top was exquisitely short, cut off just beneath her breasts, and a light black mesh sweater clung tightly to her body. The thick blanket of her hair was tied up in a long pony tail that draped almost to the top of her behind.

  “I’m with...another client, right now,” said Delilah. “Do you think you can wait for, oh, say, half-an-hour?”

  And in the meantime, thought Delilah, I’ll send that charlatan on his way through the back door, and make desperate calls to every casting agent I know for premium placement for you so I can give you enough good news to have a stay of execution..

  “No,” said Robyn. “This won’t take long, though. You see, Delilah—”

  “Ah.” Albert stepped through the door. “This must be Robyn. You know, Miss Korset, I believed you when you said she was the most gorgeous woman in Hollywood, but I didn’t think you meant the most gorgeous woman in Hollywood, you know what I mean?”

  Robyn simpered at the praise. She was young enough to still enjoy it, and vain enough that it distracted her from whatever she had been about to say. Albert walked up to her, kissing her hand.

  “Now,” said Albert. “I know you said you weren’t sure if she was exactly the right fit for our exciting new program, but honestly, I’d love to leave that decision up to her. What do you say?”

  “New program?” asked Robyn, excitement clear. “What new program? Is it that stone diet? Because like, I want to try it, but eating rocks sounds pretty tiring. I don’t know. Do you have the lemon-flavored ones?”

  “Not a diet,” said Albert. He put a hand around her and led her into Delilah’s office, sitting her down promptly at the laptop. “A program. A computer program. It’s sensational. You’ll double your followers in less than ten minutes.”

  “Less than ten minutes?” said Robyn. She started mussing with her hair. “Do I need to take a picture? How do I look?”

  “Gorgeous, sweetheart. You look gorgeous. Now, just open it up, and...there.”

  She had the laptop positioned right in front of her, sitting on the office's fluffy purple ottoman. The screen powered on, displaying a sudden lightshow of interconnected spirals, shapes, and lines. It flashed heavily, soaking Robyn’s lovely face in bright lights.

  “...pretty...”

  Robyn’s voice was quiet and low, like a little girl who did not want to wake her Daddy. She leaned in further, pushing strands of her aside, smiling dumbly. Then, slowly, her face slackened, and her muscles visibly relaxed.

  “What’s going on?” Delilah asked. “What’s wrong with—”

  Albert pulled her to one side, shushing softly. His voice became very quiet and they stood just outside her office. Inside, the light show continued, and Robyn’s mutterings became more and more intense. And...pleasured?

  Was she hearing moans?

  “My program is multi-faceted,” said Albert. “As I said. It will encourage all manner of behaviors to assist in your business. But you have to—”

  “You’re...you’re...you’re hypnotizing her, somehow, aren’t you?” Delilah gasped. “You were going to show that to me, weren’t you?”

  “Only as a demonstration. Come now. If I hypnotized all my clients, who would possibly trust me enough to pay me?”

  That was terrible logic, but Delilah didn’t have the wherewithal to fight it. This was all moving too fast.

  She looked inside the room again, seeing Robyn’s near-motionless form. There was a slight movement, hard to see in the darkened room and between all the bright flashes. It was almost like her hands were moving between her legs for some reason. Delilah could see a long trail of drool sliding down Robyn’s luscious, open mouth to the floor.

  “She’s...she’ll be obedient?” she asked, strange hope filling her.

  Albert's smile was wide. “Anything you say.”

  “She won’t leave me?”

  “Won’t even dream of it.” He considered. “Heck, we can control those too. Any old dream you like, she’ll have.”

  “I...I...this seems...all rather wrong.”

  “Let’s give the program half an hour. It’s initial phase will be done by that point. It takes a good week for full indoctrination. So, she can work through the first phase and be none the wiser, if you like. See how she is. If you don’t like it, then we can stop here. You’ll never hear from me again. How’s that?”

  Delilah felt like she was making a deal with the devil. But deals with the devil were for desperate people, and if she was anything, she very much was that.

  * * * * *

  A half-hour later, the program abruptly ended. Robyn stood up from the chair, yawning and sighing happily. There was a suspicious wet spot on the couch where she had been sitting. She clearly hadn’t wet herself. So that meant...

  That meant the program was turning her on.

  A lot.

  God in heaven. What was Delilah agreeing to? Could she actually go through with this?

  “Robyn,” said Albert. “Be a doll and come here.”

  Robyn nodded, smiling brightly, and took to Albert’s side.

  “Go on,” said Albert. “Give her a go. Tell her to do something.”

  Robyn rolled her eyes. “Whatever, man. She can’t tell me to do anything anymore. I’m firing her, and—”

  “You’ll do whatever she says,” said Albert. His voice took a commanding tone. “Won’t you, Robyn?”

  “Yes, Sire. Everything she says.”

  Her shift in body language was dramatic. She had been defiant, flippant, bitchy. But the second she heard Albert’s voice in that tone, her entire demeanor shifted. Her face slackened, her limbs fell, and she leaned heavily onto Albert’s body.

  Almost instantly, she began clinging to him, her hands finding his crotch and stroking there urgently. Her legs wrapped around his, and she delivered soft kisses onto his chin and brow.

  “Everything...you say...” she whispered.

  “I’m embarrassed. There’s clearly a few kinks to work out in the programming.” Albert smiled, not looking embarrassed in the least. “Why don’t you try to order her around anyway?”

  Delilah could hardly believe what she was seeing. Robyn was vocal about her chastity—hoping that, once her star caught fire, it would make her that much marketable to audiences around the world. She treated her public image like a brown-noser class president teetotaling just in case she ever started her career in politics.

  But now, she was positively smothering Albert in erotic affection. Her body rubbed hard against his, her crotch grinding, her teeth catching on his ear and needing ever more of him.

  “Albert...” said Delilah. “I don’t know if...she seems...this is all very wrong.”

  “There’s been some side effects to my procedure,” he said, voice calm. “Don’t worry. This certainly isn’t the result I want. A young starlet, helpless and horny, her entire existence revolving around my every word? Come on, Delilah. What sort of man do you think I am?”

  But she looked...she looked just like that other beauty who had been adoring Albert at the conference. Her face so glazed and happy, her eyes distant...

  But Delilah needed, needed this to work for her. Delilah needed some edge.

  “Just order her to do something,” said Albert. “Try it out.”

  Delilah gathered herself. She tried to think of her emptying bank account. The disappointment in Earl’s face. The dismal, shitty home town in the desolate northern Midwest if he divorced her with its nothing shops and nothing land and all the nothing people there.

  “Robyn, you’re not going to fire me,” said Delilah. “In fact,
you want me as your agent forever.”

  Albert whispered in Robyn's ear.

  “Don’t want to fire you,” said Robyn. “I’ll be yours...forever.”

  She giggled, rubbing her thick tits against Albert’s arm. Her nipples were hard. She reached up and let her hair down; it tumbled in a heavy brown wave, sexy and free.

  “I...wow,” said Delilah. “And you’re sure...you’re sure this lasts?”

  “Oh yeah,” said Albert. “You give me the okay to keep going with her, and she’ll be putty in your hands.”

  “Wow...” Delilah gulped. “What do you need me to sign?”

  “I’ve got a few documents in my car,” said Albert. He slapped . “Let me just have her stroke me off first. I need a release.”

  She waited, hoping that he would start laughing. But his face remained dead serious.

  “I...what?”

  “Come on, Robyn. Stroke me off like a good girl.”

  “Yes, Sir,” Robyn moaned, sliding her hand into his pants. Very soon he was unzipped. Her strokes were enthusiastic but slow—taking her time. He was already mostly hard. Delilah was stunned to see that his cock was, frankly, huge—easily nine inches long and as thick around as a shampoo bottle.

  “St-st-stop!” Delilah backed up, eyes wide with fright. “Robyn. Stop that right now!”

  “Never...” she moaned, staring up with wide, worshipful eyes at Albert. “I’ll never stop stroking him...”

  “This is...this is insanity.” Delilah stepped away and put a hand to her eyes, opening and closing rapidly. “I’ve lost my mind. That’s all. This isn’t happening. I’ve just...”

  Albert stepped forward and flicked her forehead with his index finger. “Sorry, darling. This is real.”

  Robyn continued to stroke his cock, moaning, drooling, eyes wide with lust.

  She whimpered, rushing to the door. It was locked. She searched herself for the keys, but they were in her purse. They were in her office, in...

  They dangled in Albert’s hands. He smiled, pocketing them, and then he picked up his computer off the desk.

  “I’ve been having a bit of fun with you,” he said. “I’m sorry, love.”

  “You're not sorry,” Delilah said, defiant. “And I'm not your love.”

  Albert went on as if he hadn't heard her. “You know, my mother always said I had a problem playing with my food. I think it's just followed me around all these years.”

  He whispered in Robyn's ear. Very quickly, she ran back into the office and fetched his laptop for him. Once returned, she gave it to him and then slid her hand right back around his big, thick cock, stroking and moaning.

  “This program isn’t really anything to do with social media. Or managing talent. Not in the way you do it, at any rate. And you were never in control, honey. But you’ve figured that out, huh? You were just desperate enough to follow along.”

  “I...I...”

  “This is about convincing young, gorgeous women to serve me, like they’re supposed to. I’m very smart. I don’t have time for romance. So I invented this program instead. It does all the romance for me...and a lot more. I thought you were pretty sexy. I dig your chic mom look. Really speaks to me. You’re a beautiful woman, you know that? I thought maybe I could get you to sign on to my program.”

  “Monstrous...” said Delilah, backing up. That laptop was in his hands. She had to run away. Had to...had to...

  “Ah, that’s too bad you feel that way,” said Albert. “I mean, I was sort of hoping to find a partner for this. It can be lonely, you know, being a genius.”

  He opened the laptop. Lights swirled and spiraled. There were so many shapes. So many beautiful shapes, all at once. She couldn’t move, couldn’t think.

  “Lonely?” Her voice was distant and weak.

  The lights were so, sooo pretty...

  “Not really. I just feel like I should say that. Anyway, I’ll see you in an hour, doll. Now, you.” He spoke to Robyn. “Get on your knees. Daddy has something he needs to show you.”

  And so, as Delilah’s mind was soaked in the brain-frying rays of Albert’s program, all she heard were the soulfully needy sucking sounds of Robyn as she adored her new Master’s cock.

  * * * * *

  “Your mother is late,” said Mandy’s father.

  They sat at the dinner table eating stir fry and salad. It was no more than adequate, and the disdain with which Mandy held her fork as she gingerly picked at the pieces communicated this clearly. Her father, Earl, was a thick-set man with a heavy mustache and several days worth of stubble. He wore a polo with the name of his hauling business on it.

  “She’s not my mother.”

  “Well. She’s late.”

  Mandy hated her stepmother. If ever there was a candidate for world’s worst person, it was Delilah Korset. The old bitch didn’t love anything but her own stupid business, and she was always trying to get Mandy to do stupid, useless things like “get a job” or “stay in school.”

  Her! Mandy Juliet! Probably the sexiest piece of ass to ever walk out of Hollywood and her stepmother wanted her to get a job?

  Mandy worked out constantly and dieted so frequently that her entire ecosystem of food was one big confederacy of infomercials. But, no one could argue with the results. Her hair was thick and blonde, framing her angel-gorgeous face. Her tits, easy 36Ds, looked positively enormous on her tiny hundred and twenty pound frame. She was bound for stardom one way or the other.

  Delilah’s one saving grace was that she hadn’t tried to sign Mandy up for her talent agency. Mandy used to be rather bitter about that until she saw what rotten luck all of Delilah’s clients seemed to have. It looked like Delilah was doing her a favor. Though, Mandy had her doubts—as, if Delilah were doing her a favor, it would be the first that old cunt had ever done for her.

  As if on cue, the front door swung open and Delilah sauntered in. She looked drunk. Her steps were slow and staggered, her face glazed, her eyes empty. Her clothes were disheveled and she seemed to have a hard time walking in a straight line.

  “Dear?” Earl called. “Are you all right?”

  Delilah turned slow, her face still empty and strange.

  “Husband?” she said, head tilting. “Is that my husband?”

  “Of course it is, dear. Sit down.” Earl was concerned. “We’re having dinner. Why don’t you join us and tell us about your day?”

  “Oh, no.” Delilah began to smile. “I can’t do that. Not at all. No time for that!”

  “Why not?”

  “I have to pack, silly.”

  “Pack?”

  “Yes. We’re getting a divorce, after all, and so, I must pack my things. Later on, I will take the house. So really, you should pack too.”

  Her voice was monotone and quiet, but sure. Eager. Enthusiastic, even, if not for the strange expressionless smile on her face.

  “D-divorce?” Earl said, standing up. “What’s this all about, love? I don’t understand, and you look...you don’t look well. Just come here and—”

  He had started to approach her, but Delilah screamed and jumped backward, keeping him at bay. When he sat back down, stunned, she smiled again.

  “Divorce!” she said, clapping her hands happily. “I’ll be right back.”

  She ran upstairs, her face remaining manic and eerily frozen all the while.

  Earl looked back over at Mandy, his face aghast.

  “What the fuck?” said Mandy. “You guys are getting divorced?”

  “I...I don’t know.” He licked his lips. “I don’t think so.”

  “She seems pretty sure about it. Good riddance, I say. She sucks, Dad.”

  “She’s my wife, Mandy. And the woman who's been raising you for more than a decade. I don’t understand...any of this.”

  He was close to tears. Mandy began to feel a tiny spark of feeling, though she wasn't sure what it was. Anger? Sympathy? Sadness? Most feelings were buried deep beneath a need to look pretty and her desire to b
e the most famous woman in Hollywood. She liked it better that way.

  So, examining the feeling as it came into her, she simply sidestepped and pushed it aside, looking at her sad father with a quizzical expression on his face.

  God, if he was so sad, he ought to do something about it, not be a big whiner and just sit there and take Delilah's crap.

  Moments later, Delilah flew downstairs with a giant suitcase in her hands. It was stuffed full of clothes and jewelry, to the point where much of it was sliding out from the half-zipped bag. She stopped at the archway once again, looking with that happy blank expression at Earl.

  “I probably won’t see you again, except in a court room when I take all of your possessions and wealth,” Delilah said, her voice merry, like she was wishing them a happy birthday. “I never really enjoyed our marriage. It was for money. Your dick wasn't good enough and I honestly wish you had never been inside me at all.” Then she turned to Mandy. “I’ll be seeing you very soon, dearie. Ta for now.”

  Mandy frowned furiously at that. The hell did that mean?

  And...and were those her clothes she had seen slinking out the sides of Delilah’s suitcase?

  * * * * *

  The next morning, Delilah stood in front of the coffee maker, hands wavering. Machines were like, really hard. Why did how complex they were have to make them so hard?

  Why couldn’t all the machines be as easy as Albert’s super cool mega-hot laptop? All she had to do was like, open it up and it worked right away just how it should.

  Exactly what that work was was a bit beyond her.

  In fact, concerning that laptop, the less thinking she did, the better. She knew that to be the Truth. All she needed to know was that her cunt was sparkling wet when she opened it, and when her mind turned itself back on, she was on the floor of her office with her fingers so beautifully jammed up her cunt that she didn’t know which way was up anymore.

  Albert’s voice rang in her head whenever she thought of the laptop, letting her know what the real Truth was. The Truth about the laptop, the Truth about herself, the Truth about her place on her knees before him, the Truth about all women and their role as decorations for his life.

  Love and adoration swirled in Delilah as she imagined Albert’s voice and, as a result, Albert himself. She would do anything for him. It would be heaven on earth if he ordered her to suck his cock all day long. She certainly hoped she was dressed pretty enough for him.