Chapter 21

The closet hugged him tight, constricting his body. Theo could barely move. The scent from Aisling’s card filled the air around him and made him feel light-headed. He needed to keep it together. Just outside a woman in a pencil skirt and pink satin blouse stood beside a man in dirty overalls. The sound of her clicking heels made Theo look at her shoes. They were pink too, with muddy blotches on them from the construction site.

“Hector,” she yelled, “it is simply unacceptable. This work is past the deadline, you’re filthy, and you’ve tracked mud all over the ground.”

Hector, the man in overalls, stared at the ground.

“I’m sorry Ms. Labelle, but it is a construction site. It’s dirty.”

The woman shook her head and folded her arms. Theo’s head spun. The scent of the card seemed amplified in the locker. He just needed to stay calm. Stay still. As long as he did that, he would be safe.

“Hector, I understand that it’s a construction site. Do not treat me like a fool. But I do not understand why you couldn’t wipe your feet.”

Theo looked at the floor. Footprints. His footprints. They were all over the ground. If either of the two people outside looked closer it would be obvious they were caused by someone else.

“Ms. Labelle, I did wipe my-”

The loud snap of the woman’s fingers clicking stopped Hector instantly.

“Drop for me Hector.”

Theo watched as his head slumped and the woman put her hand on his shoulder and leaned close, speaking in a calm, even tone.

“Hector, you seem to have forgotten your training. You are not to question me. You are to follow orders and obey commands. You are the property of CaliaCorp, and you will comply with anything you are told. Do you understand?”

“Yes, boss,” droned Hector.

“Good boy, wake.”

Hector perked up instantly, his eyes wide. Theo stared. Had this man’s boss hypnotized him? Was this part of what CaliaCorp did to people? For a moment he thought about bursting out of the locker, throwing the woman to the ground and dragging Hector away, escaping to freedom, but Theo knew he couldn’t risk getting caught. His hand tightened around the drive he found. All he needed was someone to help him unlock its contents. Marc could do it, maybe.

“Now Hector, you are going to make sure the work is complete by tomorrow. Even if you have to work all night.”

Theo hoped Hector told the woman where to stick her demands, but he knew that wouldn’t happen. The man simply nodded his agreement.

“Good boy, Hector” she said in a slow, mocking tone.

That scent hit Theo’s nostrils again. Roses. Aisling. Being called a good boy by Aisling would be so nice.

Hector’s arousal was visible once he heard ‘good boy’. Theo’s reaction was similar. He felt his cock pressing against his trousers. He needed to orgasm. Desperately.

“Now Hector, you are filthy, like I said, and that’s not acceptable in my presence, is it?”

“No, boss.”

“So, you’re going to correct that, aren’t you?”

“Yes, boss.”

“Good boy,” she drawled.

Theo’s cock throbbed.

“Now strip,” she demanded.

Hector began to peel off his overalls. Underneath he wore a pair of white briefs. He took off his work boots and pulled down his clothing, pushing it aside.

“Good boy, now kneel.”

Without hesitation, Hector fell to his knees. The bulge in his briefs told Theo he enjoyed the experience, a lot. Theo felt his breath quicken, and worried he would be heard, but he couldn’t help but be aroused by the raw sexual display. Days since his last orgasm. He never tried anything involving denial. It felt painful, but exquisitely pleasurable in a way he never understood. Another drifting scent of that perfume told him that all he really wanted was Aisling to help him over the edge, to push him to erupt at her touch. He wished he could see her again, to stare into those big, beautiful eyes.

“Now Hector, I told you my shoes aren’t clean. Do you see those stains?”

“Yes, boss,” muttered the kneeling man.

“Clean them.”

Theo felt his cock stiffen, fully erect now and pushing against the locker door as Hector leaned down and began to lick the woman’s pink shoes. She pushed herself up onto a desk and pressed one of her feet onto the top of Hector’s head, while he licked and lapped at the other.

“Don’t forget the sole,” she said with a laugh.

He didn’t. Hector dutifully licked the dirt from every last bit of her heel and Theo felt his throbbing member direct his thoughts to the fantasy of doing the same with Aisling. He would happily clean Aisling’s heels. Then the fantasy faded for a moment, as a rusty piece of metal poked him. It took an effort not to cry out. With the dream shattered, Theo remembered that he was supposed to be dominant. He was the alpha male of his group, not some submissive loser like Hector. He never had those ideas before Aisling, and he was sure if they met again, he could take control and give her the time of her life, with him firmly on top.

Then the scent of that perfume filled his nostrils, and the woman switched feet, pushing Hector’s head down with her pointed toe and forcing him to lick her other shoe clean. Theo’s mind rushed in two directions at once. One side desperate to regain his composure, to be strong and dominant and powerful and show someone he was the boss. The other side was desperate to orgasm and for reasons he simply could not explain, needing permission. Needing desperately to please and serve to get it.

“That’s a good boy, Hector,” the woman said.

“Thank you, boss.”

“Now, my heels are clean, and you’ve been good. I’m sorry I had to be so hard on you, but you’re so hard for me, so why don’t I give you a little treat.”

“Thank you, boss.”

“Stroke your cock for me, now.”

“Yes, boss.”

Hector pulled his cock from his briefs, not moving up from his knees, and stroked it slowly. The woman pushed her heel into Hector’s mouth as he did and he pumped himself harder the moment it passed his lips.

“Good boy, suck,” she said.

From inside the locker, Theo was transfixed. He wanted to orgasm; he wanted to stroke. He needed it. He would have happily sucked on her heel to get that; he could take charge later. Then, all he wanted, needed, desired, was to be a good boy, just like the woman said.

“Doing so well for me Hector, you can go a little faster now.”

Theo tried to manouevre his hand down to his crotch but there was no space. No room to touch himself looking at one of the most erotic things he had ever witnessed. It was one thing on television but in person, hearing it, seeing it, smelling roses, it hit so different. So tactile and visceral.

“Do you deserve to orgasm, Hector?”

“No Ms. Labelle,” Hector said.

Theo wanted to orgasm. Probably more than Hector.

“That’s a good boy Hector, you know your place, don’t you?”

Hector bucked against his hand. It hadn’t taken him long to reach the edge. Theo knew he would be the same, if it were him. Maybe after an orgasm he would be himself again. Maybe he just needed to get it out of his system. He tried adjusting his body, to get to his needy cock. A struggle, but if he twisted just a little, he could get there.

“Yes, Ms. Labelle,” said Hector.

“And you’ll never let me down again, will you?”

“No, Ms. Labelle.”

Theo managed to get his hand in front of him but could only rub his penis through his jeans. It would have to do. He let himself get engrossed in the fantasy, just to get it over with. Just to cum. He smelled the roses. He felt himself leaking pre-cum into his underwear.

“I’m going to be generous today, Hector, I’m going to let you have an orgasm.”

“Thank you, Ms. Labelle.”

Theo found himself wanting the same permission. Wanting to be told to let go and spill his seed into his pants.

“Faster now, Hector. Show me how much you want it.”

“Yes, Ms. Labelle.”

Hector’s pace quickened, and so did Theo’s. The sound of Hector’s grunts loud enough that when Theo let one of his own slip through his lips, no one noticed.

“Beg for your release, Hector.”

Theo felt himself begging in his mind. His lips started to move involuntarily. He needed to focus. Being caught meant he would never get the drive back to his friends, but the pleasure of rubbing his hand on his cock felt immense and he could feel the orgasm building.

“Please, Ms. Labelle, grant this unworthy slave an orgasm.”

She laughed and Theo’s mouth opened, letting a sliver of drool slide down to his chin. He would orgasm with Hector, he could feel it, a surging wave of pleasure and need, the dam ready to burst at last.

“Again Hector, show me how desperate you are.”

“Please, please, please Ms. Labelle, I need it, I need your permission, I ache for your command.”

Theo rubbed himself faster and the woman leaned down, her face closer to Hector’s.

“Ready, drone?”

“Yes, please, please, I’m ready.”

Theo gasped, ready too, his hand moving faster, his breathing ragged. He sounded too loud. He knew it. His hand tapped against the locker door. He needed to stop. The pleasure felt hard to resist but he needed to calm down before it was too late.

“Cum for me, Hector, and ruin it. Cum and hand off.”

The reward, delivered with such cruelty, sent Theo into spasms of lust. His cock ached to do what Hector was doing. Erupting in an orgasm. Hector did not particularly enjoy it though, as he took his hand off his cock and his semen oozed down to the floor. He looked pained.

Theo felt pained too. He came so close, but the room had gone quiet. He slowed down, but his breaths were coming fast and loud. He tried to pull his hand away from his twitching cock, but he couldn’t move. The locker squeezed too tight. Instead, it thumped the door with a hollow clang and Theo stopped rubbing himself altogether.

The woman, Labelle, looked at the locker. She raised an eyebrow and started, suspicious. Theo could feel her eyes burning into his, though he stayed hidden in darkness. The feeling of being seen, of being exposed, came on strong. Theo held his breath and waited for her to walk over, waited for the click of those heels and for her to rip open the locker door and make him kneel like Hector.

Then Hector grunted loudly and one final dollop of white shot onto the woman’s shoe. She looked down in disgust.

“Hector, you disrespectful little worm. What have you done?”

Hector fell onto all fours and put his forehead on the floor.

“I’m sorry Ms. Labelle I didn’t mean to. I’m so sorry. I’ll never let it happen again.”

She put the toe of her foot under his chin and slowly lifted his head with her shoe.

“See that it doesn’t, drone. Now get dressed and get back to work.”

“Yes, boss, sorry boss. Thank you, boss.”

She shook her head, wearing a withering, dismissive expression, as Hector rushed to get dressed in his dirty overalls again. As soon as his clothes were on, he walked outside. The woman hesitated, staring at the locker with a knowing grin. Theo froze. She had him, surely. She would open the locker and see him and that would be the end of his mission.

Instead, she reached into her handbag, pulled out a cloth, and wiped her shoe clean, then tossed the cloth in a waste paper basket.

“Disgusting.”

Her heels clicked loudly as she walked out of the office. As soon as the door closed with a light click, Theo exhaled. Then his phone rang. He panicked and the locker door burst open, and he tumbled out, dragging the phone from his pocket and trying to silence it before the woman came back, until he saw the name of the caller.

Aisling.

He looked around, confirmed he remained alone, that no-one heard the ringing, and answered.