Emergency Stop

Cheeks Bearing Gifts

At two o'clock sharp, she knocked on the door of suite 622, curious to see what this Donovan had in mind. Lesson, he said. You can't teach me anything old man, she said confidently to herself as the lock turned and the door opened. Heather found herself face to face with the woman who had departed the elevator the day before. Professionally dressed, in a stylish knee length gray dress, fitted at the waist a cream blouse with full sleeves and a lace ruffle collar drawing the eye to a hint of cleavage. She wore a black velvet choker mounted with a cameo relief, white on black, her dark hair in a tight bun. "Miss Coswel, please have a seat." She motioned and closed the door behind them. "Donovan will see you in a moment." The woman turned and left the small foyer down a dark hall, turned and disappeared, leaving Heather feeling girlish and unsophisticated in the sundress she had chosen for the encounter. Blushing slightly she mentally kicked herself for being naïve. She had expected a bachelor pad, not an office. Some place where this playboy, Donovan character took his conquest. She had chosen the dress to make him want her. Then she would turn the tables and leave. Lesson indeed, but now, here she was, waiting for her lesson, and feeling out of her league. She took a seat in a wing back chair, crossing her legs and sitting forward, she smoothed the yellow dress down over her thighs to make sure the pink panties she wore for the occasion would not show. Looking around, she wondered what kind of office this was. The magazines were boring, The Economist, Psychology Today, National Geographic. Who reads this stuff? She picked up Psychology Today and leafed through the pages till something caught her eye. Page 43 had a diagram of an erect penis and the title: Human Penis Morphology Exposes a Sinister Past. Bad pun....but this could be interesting. She started to read. She had only got to the methodology section where two nerdy guys had used a dildo and fake semen on paid female subjects, when she felt she was being watched. 

 "Interesting article, no?" Donovan asked. "They claim that the shape of the male glands has evolved to act as a pump to purge the vaginal canal of rival male semen. If true, that means...either women in the past participated in group sex on a regular basis or were not very committed to their spouses. What is your opinion?"

Dumb struck that he would speak so frankly about group sex and the nature of the male tool, she didn't answer at first, mouth agape. "Come now Heather, this certainly won't do for someone who...what did you say... I believe it was..... 'I can handle any cock. I'm not threatened by your little dick'. Surely you are more worldly than to be tongue tied by a discussion of female infidelity." 

"I'm not tongue tied and I can." 

"Can what? Discuss female infidelity?" 

"No....handle your little dick". She said smartly, with a sarcastic tilt in her voice. 

"Oh, I am sure you can....but that is not what your lesson is today. Now Heather, you need to stop teasing the help. I want you to take a gift down to the doorman Jonathan and apologize for your behavior." 

"I have no idea what you are talking about and I will not apologize to that oaf." 

"That oaf's name.. is Jonathan, or big Jon, as I like to call him, and you will." "I will not, and you can't make me!" Said Heather more than a little agitated. 

"No, I can't 'make' you, but I think it in your best interest. And I think you might even enjoy yourself, if you can change your attitude, otherwise I may have to share this video with your mother. I believe you are in room 921, no?" At that Donovan pushed a button on the controller atop his desk and a video of the lobby sprung to life. Heather recognized Jonathan at the main doors and the elevator where she and Donovan had their encounter. Within a few seconds, she strutted into view, carrying a book and looking bored. She watched herself, knowing what happens next. She didn't realize that she was being monitored. She squirmed with embarrassment at how childish she looked. The girl in the video dropped the book and yes indeed, there she was in all her glory, mooning Jonathan and then making for the elevator. Donovan clicked off the TV and turned with a smile. "So...are we feeling apologetic? It is in such bad taste to tease the help. I don't think you want to explain that scene to your mother, now do you?" 

"NO....no, I don't....so...what do I have to do?" Said Heather feeling defeated, looking at Donovan with apprehension. 

"Oh now my dear, no need for dread, I think you might actually enjoy this, if you have the right attitude. You seem to enjoy strutting your stuff." With that Donovan opened a drawer and retrieved a small box with a lovely bow and placed it on the desk between them. Heather eyed the package. The box was black with a bronze overlay and a Silver ribbon tied in a bow at top. "I would like you to take this to Jonathan to express your apology." Donovan said with a smile and a gentle nudge of the box. 

"What's in it?" Heather asked as she picked up the box. She noted it was not very heavy. 

"Oh, just a parting gift and some instructions to Jonathan. You are to present it to him, let him read the instructions and assist him with whatever he requires. Am I clear?" 

"Yeah, I suppose." "YES?... you mean. And, no need to look so glum my dear." Donovan had a quirky, cute smile and really seemed to be enjoying himself as he rose to let Heather from the room.

Yes, curiosity got the best of her. Big Jon? What was that all about, she wondered as she exited the office with the wrapped gift box? Pandora's box...a box she should have never opened. A box that would change the course of her life.