Chapter 16 – Obscenity
"Let go of my arm," Richard hissed at Dorothy as got off the elevator to their floor.
Dorothy airily laughed and held on. "We're still in public," she replied in a sing-song voice.
Richard ripped his arm away from her grip. His able-bodiedness was already coming in handy. He had been released from the Medical Pavilion an hour ago with a clean bill of health. Dr. Ashland told him he was fit as fiddle and aside from his slightly glowing eyes there were no unexpected side effects.
Dorothy dramatically sighed as she got the keys from her purse. Let her sigh. Richard's patience with her was nearly threadbare.
"Lupe?" Richard called out the moment they were inside.
"She's gone," Dorothy brusquely informed him and slammed the door shut behind them. "I sent her out to do errands."
"In that case I am going out as well," he said to her. There was so much of Rapture he hadn't seen. Rollie had told him about gardens and farmer's markets and jazz clubs.
"No, let's stay in," Dorothy proposed and interlaced her fingers with his. "Make love to me, Richard, please."
Richard grasped her hand in his, almost tenderly. "Oh Dorothy, I would rather stick my dick into a bucket of spiders than do that."
Dorothy laughed again and clutched his hand tighter. "You think you're so funny, don't you?"
"It's no joke. Go get hundreds of spiders and put them in the vase there on the side table and I will show you my eagerness to fuck that before I will have you in my bed again," he drolly told her.
"Everything's changed now-" she began but he wasn't in the mood.
"You best get started," he interrupted and threw her hand back at her. "I don't think I've seen a single spider since coming down here. It's going to take you a while."
If he were to go out he knew Dorothy would shadow his every step. Paradoxically his home was the only place theoretically safe from his wife under their current arrangement. Well, that and the office, but he had to get some personal business taken care of before he could even think about work.
Richard retreated to his home office. Well, maybe a little bit of work, he mused as he beheld the pile of projectile aerodynamic analyses that he had set there last week and forgot about. It's barely even work, it's just some charts. He did like a good chart.
He got comfortable in his seat, which was so easy to do now it felt criminal, and started in on the analyses. For fun he tilted his chair back and balanced on it like a bored teenager in class would. The reports were interesting that he could have hoped for and he found himself engrossed in a series of ballistic modifications.
There was a knock on the door. "Are you in here, Mr.- I mean, Richard?"
"Yes darling, please come in." Richard checked his watch. Four hours has slipped away.
"Are you busy?" Lupe asked as she saw the reams and rolls of paper on his desk.
He shook his head. "Not at all, not for you." Lupe was wearing the uniform he had helped pick out. His cock began to stiffen as he ogled at her legs.
"How are you feeling?" She hadn't seen him since her surreptitious nocturnal trip. "Are your eyes still…um, different?"
He turned the desk lamp off to answer her question.
"So it's sticking around for a while," Lupe casually replied. "You won't be the only one down here with it, I'll bet half of Rapture will have it once everyone hears how amazing those slugs are."
Richard turned the light back on. "I guess I have no choice but to get used to it."
"Anything else? Any other side effects? I mean, they ran a bunch of tests, did they show anything?"
"No, everything else is fine except for my eyes."
"Ah, good," Lupe answered, somewhat nervously. She brushed a strand of hair away from her face and he noticed that the cut on her cheek was completely gone. Perhaps I just imagined it. But he hasn't been on drugs, the sea slug burned the drugs out of him.
"Lupe," he began as his eyes drifted back to her legs. "Would you terribly offended if I was somewhat sexually aggressive with you?"
She smiled and brushed a lock of hair back on the other side of her face. "Mr. Stone, it is my job to serve you, is it not?"
He stood up. "Let's go to my bedroom."
"May I make a suggestion?"
Richard stopped in his tracks. "Always." Her last suggestion had proven to be very fruitful.
"You want to fuck me hard and long, right? I want that as well. So why don't we get the easy one out now?" Lupe stepped closer to him.
"I'm afraid I don't follow….oh, like that," he realized as she sank down to her knees in front of him.
"Like this," she affirmed and unzipped the front of his pants. "You do like it, right?" Lupe asked as she began to rub and tug on his cock.
"Yes," he breathlessly replied.
She ran her tongue along the underside of his cock from the base to the head. "What else do you like, Mr. Stone?"
He groaned as she put the delicate and silky skin of the head into her mouth. She wants me to be specific, he hazily thought as she (almost too) roughly began to suck on it. I can't just say 'this'. He huskily groaned again as she took the head into the back of her mouth. "I like it when…," he trailed off, as it seemed very impolite to say it out loud. Then again, she did have half of his cock in her mouth at the moment. Perhaps politeness was no longer a concern.
"…I liked it when you swallowed my, erm, fluid," he said. Since he no longer needed a cane he was free to hold her hair with both hands. "It was so…uuugh…obscene." Richard dug his fingers into her thick, luscious brown hair and grasped it tightly.
Lupe mumbled something but he couldn't understand it.
He pulled his cock from her mouth. A thin strand of saliva leaked from the corner of her mouth. "Repeat what you said," he commanded in a voice so authoritative it surprised him.
She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. "I can do even more obscene things," she tantalizingly whispered.
Richard jammed his cock back into her mouth. "Don't talk anymore," he growled at her. He pulled her closer to him by her hair and she involuntarily gagged at the additional several inches that was shoved down her throat by this action. It is so wonderfully obscene.
He thrust in and out of her mouth, each time testing the limit as to what she could take. He clutched her hair as he pushed his cock down into her throat, relishing her heaving struggle to comply with his desire. "Still think this is the easy one?"
Lupe's reply was muffled, but he didn't bother to take his cock out to hear what she thought. She had been correct though, this was going to be an easy one. It was the sheer impropriety of it all more so than the physical sensation, which, to be fair, was top-notch. But fucking his maid's face in his office while his wife was presumably in the house? That was the sort of thing men in the pornographic books did.
"Get it all down your throat," he gruffly ordered her, which was another thing that meek Richard would not usually say but was something that the men in the pornographic books would say. He vigorously stuffed his cock as far as he could down Lupe's throat and pulled her head as close to his body as he could. He held her head in place as he fought against her gag reflex to try to fit in her completely. He looked down and saw that his cock was nearly totally enveloped by her lips, there was only an inch or so from her lips to the base.
Richard felt the telltale tightening pressure in his balls. "Oh goodness," he throatily grunted when he could no longer hold back. He tilted her head back as he unloaded what felt to him like a river of his semen deep into her throat.
Lupe gagged but he kept his grip on her and held her head in place as he pumped his balls dry. Richard groaned in relief as the last drops squirted from him. He slowly pulled his deflating organ out with a wet plop, leaving Lupe heaving and coughing.
Richard blushed now that his animalistic desire had been drained from him. "Oh, Lupe, I'm so sorry," he rushed to apologize. "I don't know what came over me."
She coughed again. "I love it," she sultrily absolved him. Saliva tinged with his own thick cream bubbled at the corner of her mouth as she spoke. "I want you to do everything to me you can't do with your wife. All the obscene things you've been dreaming about for years."
"Oh, well, in that case then let's get the easy one out." Richard sat back down in his chair. He motioned for her to stand up, which she eagerly did. He smiled at her ready compliance.
"Come here," he beckoned to her. Lupe wordlessly obeyed, and once she was close enough he reached up under her dress and pulled her underwear down to the floor. "Sit on the desk," he commanded her and, again, she obeyed. He pulled her skirt up and bunched it around her waist. "Open your legs for me and keep them open as wide as you can."
Lupe spread her legs and held them apart with her hands on her thighs. So very obscene, Richard thought as he beheld her most private area on display for him.
She moaned as he shoved two fingers into her dripping wet entrance. "I wanted you to properly fuck me," she haughtily complained as he pumped his fingers in and out of her. She bit her lip and leaned backwards against the wall.
"You're complaining a lot for someone in a very vulnerable position," Richard drolly informed her. He found that he had a lot more mental capacity for creativity now that he was satisfied.
Lupe exhaled and rocked her hips against his fingers. She was so warm and wet and tight…she was smart to get the easy one out first, he mused while penetrating her with his middle and index finger. She was a lot more experienced than he was, he realized, but instead of being jealous of her previous lovers Richard was grateful that she had the knowledge and willingness to fulfill his longings.
"Fuck me Mr. Stone, please, please fuck me," Lupe begged him, flexing and squeezing his fingers with her inner muscles. "I want it so bad."
Richard closed his eyes at her pleading, savoring her cries for his cock. The need for him, the want, the desire; it was the sweetest sound he'd ever heard. Anything for more of her, for more of this. He sighed happily and stood up. He bent over her, keeping his fingers inside her.
"Why rush it, my darling?" he whispered into her ear and then kissed her still-drool covered lip. I've probably got some of my own fluid on my lips now. The thought was maddeningly obscene.
"Please Mr. Stone, please," Lupe whimpered, writhing against him.
"We've got all the time in the world-"
At that second the doorbell rang.
Lupe's eyes went wide. "I, I need to go get that," she stuttered out, unsure as to what to do.
"I'm sure it's one of my wife's stupid friends," Richard whispered into her ear. He slipped a third finger into her, albeit with a little bit of resistance. "Your job right now is to have your pleasure all over my hand, not to answer the door."
Lupe wrapped her arms around his shoulders and moaned ecstatically. The doorbell rang again.
"Come on," Richard urged her as his fingers slid in and out. "Let's get the easy one out."
Lupe moaned and spasmed against him as she reached her climax. He was almost more satisfied with bringing her to orgasm than he was with his own. Almost.
The doorbell rang again. Let Dorothy answer her own front door for a change, it won't kill her.
Lupe stood up and pulled down her dress. Her hair was a fright, though, and was a dead giveaway. "I really should go and-"
Dorothy flung the door to the office open. "Fantastic," she sarcastically said as she beheld Lupe's and Richard's flushed faces and mussed hair. "Your parents are here, Richard. I suppose you'd like to freshen up?"
He shrugged. "Yes, I suppose I would."
"And you, you harlot, go make yourself presentable," she snapped at Lupe. "Don't just stand there! Go!"
Lupe ran out of the office under Dorothy's withering gaze. She looked caught halfway between chagrin and pride, but she studiously avoided eye contact with Dorothy regardless of her emotions at the moment. She turned in the hall down towards her room.
Richard noticed that his now-flaccid cock was hanging out of his pants, so he zipped it up. "I need to wash my hands," he dryly told her and left the room.
"Ugh. Perhaps she has her uses. Goodness knows she's not good at her job," Dorothy commented as she followed him to the bathroom attached to his bedroom.
Richard looked in the mirror while washing his hands. I look alive. I'm back from the dead. He smiled at his reflection, which caused his wife to frown.
"I told them you were napping, although maybe I should tell them the truth and shame you into being a decent husband."
He laughed. "Do it. It's really more of your problem than mine."
Dorothy had no ready retort, so instead she just sneered and stomped off. Richard took his time washing his hands. Despite his cavalier attitude with Dorothy he really did not want to explain his shenanigans to his parents. Once his hands smelled only of soap he dried them off, then went off to greet his parents.
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Once back in her room Lupe took several steadying gasps of air and collapsed on her little bed. I can't believe Dorothy didn't smack me. But Richard was with her and he was basically a bulletproof shield against his wife. I bet he wishes he was actually bulletproof, the thought popped into her head. As agitated as she was, however, the charade needed to continue and she needed to get up and out there and pour some coffee for Richard's parents.
Lupe stripped off her black and lace maid's uniform and quickly changed into the frumpy old gray one. She was still radiating sexual energy and she needed to put as much of a damper on it as she could. She brushed her hair and pinned it back up, brushed her teeth and rinsed her mouth out several times, and for good measure put on some powder to tone down on her still flushing skin.
Servicing Richard with her mouth was a little bit of work for such a large payoff. The hold she had over him was remarkable. She had never felt so powerful. Paradoxically, her submissiveness made her assertive over him and in that peculiar assertiveness Lupe found herself overwhelmed by a desire for his performative but supplicative dominance. It was very confusing and to avoid giving herself a headache she hurried to the kitchen and prepared the service.
Thankfully no one paid any attention to her when she brought the tray into the sitting room. As expected, the elder Stones were excitedly praising their son's miraculous recovery. His father was noticeably older than his mother, however. Senior Mr. Stone appeared to be around seventy years old, but if Richard's mother was a day over fifty Lupe would eat her hat.
Lupe went back to the kitchen and started on the pile of plates from breakfast. She didn't mind doing the chore so much. It wasn't hard work and it kept her too busy. As soon as she finished the door opened and she found herself looking into Dorothy's scornful glare.
"What can I do for you, Mrs. Stone?" Lupe asked in her most polite voice.
Dorothy pressed her lips together, no doubt beating back what she really wanted to say. "We are going out for dinner with his parents," she informed Lupe with clipped and emotionless words. "No need for you to prepare anything. Use that time to wash the windows instead."
Lupe nodded. "Of course ma'am. Have a wonderful time." I know what your husband is going to be thinking about. I know what you are going to be thinking about. I'd very much like to be a fly on the wall and watch you both pretend to not be thinking about it.
Dorothy narrowed her eyes at her but said nothing before closing the door.
Lupe smiled to herself. She was in no rush for Richard to divorce Dorothy. The distraction provided by this game was more than enough to keep her mind off of being buried alive at sea. Playing the role of the seductive but still servile maid was more fun than she had thought it would be. And he told me that he has feelings for me, real ones, Lupe happily thought as she filled up a basin with hot water and vinegar to clean the windows with.
She heard the front door close and figured that she may as well start in there. Before she could get started, however, the gentle thud of a Jet Postal delivery caught her attention. Bringing in the mail was part of her job – there had been several days' worth of mail when she started because apparently neither Richard nor Dorothy were physically capable of checking the mail tube.
However, the letter was unexpectedly addressed to her. She didn't immediately recognize the handwriting and curiously studied it as she re-entered the apartment. The letter was short, just a single page, and Lupe felt unnerved as she noticed the brevity of it.
"I'm leaving soon. Don't tell anyone anything. I will bring help, I promise. The next time you see me this nightmare will be over. Destroy this letter before anyone else sees it. All my love, Helena."
Lupe reread the letter several times. She almost couldn't believe it, but if she no longer believed it then…damnation. She wanted to believe it, but the oppressive nature of Rapture had burrowed so deeply into her heart that the promise of liberation felt like a fairy tale. Nothing mattered down here, which was why her affair with Richard didn't feel like a sin. We're already dead, aren't we? If I am brought back to life can I continue on with him?
She sadly sighed while burning the letter on the gas burner in the kitchen. If they were no longer imprisoned would Richard still want her? Maybe he would choose to stay in Rapture; after all, he was making enough money. Lupe would choose escape over Richard, but her heart was heavy as she watched the paper curl and blacken in the flames.