CHAPTER ONE

 

"You did what?" Eva Miller screamed at her husband. "How could you do that without talking to me first?" In all of her twenty-four years she had never been so angry. Hal and Eva had been married three years, and right at that moment it looked doubtful to her that the marriage would survive to four years.

"I was under the gun," Hal Miller said. "It was time critical. I had to move and move fast. There just wasn't time." Hal is twenty-nine years old and an account manager at a regional bank

"So you got our savings out of the bank and bought stock," Eva said her voice dripping sarcasm. "You bought ten thousand dollars' worth of worthless stock!"

"No, I had to borrow some more to put with it," Hal said miserably.

Eva looked hard at her husband for a full minute. "How much more?" she asked, willing herself to speak calmly.

"Twenty thousand," he answered, his voice subdued. "I had to have thirty thousand to buy the full block of stock."

"Where on earth did you borrow twenty thousand? Who would make you an unsecured loan for that much? Please don't tell me you stole it!"

"Of course I didn't steal it. I didn't get it at a bank," Hal said, his voice so low she could barely hear him. "I got it from Devon Marks."

"Who, pray tell, is Devon Marks?"

"He's a high risk lender," Hal said.

"Is that a euphuism for loan shark?" she snapped. "Surely you didn't borrow money from a loan shark." Eva saw the expression on her husband's face. "Oh my God! You did get money from them. How stupid can you be, Hal?"

"Eva, this was a sure thing," Hal said, his voice rising. "There was no way to lose on the deal."

"Yet apparently you did lose," she said, the anger and disgust evident in her voice. "It wasn't such a sure thing. You have thirty thousand dollars in worthless stock."

"It could still take off," Hal said. "Maybe it's just slow getting started."

"Slow? Dammit Hal, it's not going to take off. The company went belly-up and the managers are in South America or somewhere. You couldn't sell that stock for ten dollars and you know it." She took a couple of turns around the room and came back to face him. "So, how much trouble are we in?"

"A lot," Hal Miller said looking at his shoes. "The first loan payment is due now. Marks is looking for me and I don't have it."

"How much do you have?"

"About half the two thousand dollars I owe for this week."

"Week?" Eva yelled. "You have to pay two thousand dollars a week? How much interest are you paying?"

"I don't know for sure. I have to pay two thousand dollars a week for six months."

"That's forty-eight thousand dollars!" she said. "That's crazy, Hal. We need to call the cops."

"No, no cops!" Hal said jumping to his feet. "Do you have any idea what happens to people who blow the whistle on that kind of person? They don't live to testify. That's what happens to them! The very best case would be, I get fired."

"Okay, you're right, I suppose," she said in a calmer tone of voice. "Get your stereo and computer equipment on the market. What else can we sell or pawn?"

"That stuff might bring enough to pay a couple of weeks," Hal said. "What will we do after that?"

"Maybe I can get my old job back," Eva said. She had been a secretary to a man she despised. Jason Newton, an up and coming black man with the company, had been transferred in to replaced her old boss, who was a nice, older man. Newton was a lecherous man who couldn't keep his hands off of her. It was an extremely happy day when she told her boss to go to hell and walked out. "God knows I hate to go beg that low-life bastard for anything. Can we borrow anything on the house?"

"No, I tried that before I went to Marks. Maybe you can get a job somewhere else."

"Yeah right," she sneered. "In case you haven't noticed it, the job market is tight right now. I've had applications out for several months, and they're not knocking the door down."

"I hate for you to go back to your old job," Hal said. "Maybe..." he let the thought die. They both knew there was no maybe anything.

CHAPTER TWO

 

"Yeah, sure," Jason Newton said when Eva called him the following morning. "Maybe we can find you something around here. Do we have your application on file?"

"No, you don't," Eva said nervously. "If it's necessary, I'll have to fill one out, I guess."

"Yes, you will have to have an application on file," Newton said. "Tell you what. I'll bring one when I come to your house for the interview."

"I don't understand," Eva said. "What do you mean, you'll come to my house for an interview?"

"Now exactly what about that statement don't you understand," Newton said with a sneer in his voice. "You do want me to come there and conduct an interview, don't you?"

"I thought I'd come to your office," Eva said. "I..."

"No, that's not the way I do things," Jason Newton said interrupting her. "I come to your house, and you do everything you can to convince me to hire you, and I do mean everything. You call back when you are ready for my personal, and private interview." He hung up the phone.

For a long time Eva just stared at the phone in her hand. Finally she put it on the receiver and went to splash cold water on her face. "Never," she said to herself, over and over again that day. She had convinced herself that she would never call Jason Newton again.

Eva Miller remained convinced until she saw her husbands battered and bloody face. He came home, staggering through the front door, holding a bloody handkerchief to his face.

"Hal, what happened?" she said helping him to a chair in the kitchen. "You need to see a doctor."

"No," Hal said. "This was a warning from Devon Marks. He and a couple of his goons stopped me on the way home from work. I had to give them my car as part payment," he added miserably. "He made me sign the title over to him."

Eva found the pain pills, left over from a tooth extraction, and gave them to her husband. She didn't mention her short, but candid, conversation with Jason Newton. She didn't see the need to add to his pain.

***

"To tell the truth, Eva," Jason Newton said, "I was surprised that you called. I figured you wouldn't." They were sitting in the Miller living room. It was ten o'clock in the morning. "Frankly I'm curious how you plan to convince me to hire you. We didn't part on the best of terms, did we?"

"No, Mister Newton, we didn't," Eva admitted. "I was under a lot of stress then."

"You must be under a lot more to call me, and ask for a job," Newton laughed. "One hell of a lot."

"My husband and I have incurred a financial reversal since then," Eva said. "I need a job."

"I see," the black man said slowly. "What was it you called me? Ah yes, 'a nigger son of a bitch', wasn't it? I assume you had a change of heart about that."

"I was hasty and rude," Eva said. "I'm sorry. I never use that word, and I don't know why I did then."

"Okay, I can understand that," Jason said. "We often say things in the heat of the moment that we wish we hadn't. Now go ahead and convince me to hire you."

"I'm not sure how I can do that," Eva said nervously. "You know my work. You've seen my job evaluations."

"That's true, Eva," the black man said with a slight smile. "But, I haven't seen you naked. Why don't you try that?" Even though she had expected something like it, it still shocked her. She was immovable for a moment. "I am on a schedule, Eva," Jason said. "If you want the job..." He let the unfinished sentence hang in the air.

Eva Miller stood and slowly moved away from the sofa. She stopped, her hand on the top button of her shirt. "If I take off my clothing, you'll hire me?"

"If you take off your clothes, I'll stay interested," Jason said smoothly.

Slowly she unbuttoned the shirt and took it off. She was wearing a black bra. With trembling hands she undid the skirt and let it fall to the floor. She now was displaying her matching black panties and bra.

"You'll want more, won't you?" she said unsnapping the bra and letting it fall to the floor.

"Yes," Jason said staring at her breasts. "Much more, Eva." His voice was husky.

Eva put her thumbs in the waistband of the panties and pushed them down, turned facing him directly, and struck a pose.

"How much more, Mister Newton?" she asked.

"All of it, Eva," Newton said. "I want all you have and then some. Come over here, and take my nigger cock out."

Eva wasn't at all sure her legs would continue to support her as she made her way to him. She wanted to run, to flee this terrible mess. She knew she couldn't. She had nowhere to run to. She knelt down between his legs and reached for him.

She undid his belt and unzipped him. Jason Newton wasn't a large man, being average height and weight. Eva managed to release his cock. It wasn't large, maybe average in length and girth, but it was coal black and very hard. She stroked it a few times. "Do I get the job?" she asked.

"You have a better chance now than you did a moment ago. Suck me."

Eva bent her head and took his hardness into her mouth. When she closed her eyes it was just like sucking her husband's dick.

Jason Newton let her suck him a few minutes and gently lifted her head from his glistening black cock. "Now let's get to the main event." He stood up and pushed his pants the rest of the way off. "Get on your hands and knees, I'm going to dog fuck you like the bitch you are."

Eva's resolve to not enjoy it, quickly faded when Jason pushed his hard cock into her. He varied his stroke from very hard and fast to slow and gentle. Eva felt the orgasm building, and could do nothing to stop it. When it hit, she moaned, trying to stifle it. She heard Jason Newton laugh.

"You like that nigger cock, don't you, Eva? You like this nigger son of a bitch fucking you don't you?" When she didn't answer, he reached around under her, and took both nipples between thumb and forefinger, He pinched hard, causing Eva to have another climax. "I asked you a question, Eva. Best you answer me. You like my nigger cock fucking you don't you?"

"Yes," Eva said with a moan, pushing back against him. "God forgive me, but I do."

"Yes, I know you do," Jason said softly. He continued fucking her for another hour. He kept Eva in a sexual frenzy for the entire time. She had several big orgasms and a lot of smaller ones. She even had a nice orgasm when he took her anally, which she normally didn't care for.

***

"Here's the deal," Jason said as he dressed. "You will be paid five hundred a day. You will be paid in cash, and you won't be part of the company's benefit package. You will be on call twenty-four, seven. Any questions?"

"Yes sir. What are my duties? Who do I work for? How can I be on call twenty-four hours a day. I have a life, you know."

"You work for me," Jason said tying his tie while looking in the hall mirror. "Your duties are to please me anyway I might demand. As to your life...you don't have one without me. I think we both know that. I don't know, and I don't really care, what trouble you got yourself into, but it had to be very bad for you to even call me. You, Eva, are my personal whore. You will fuck, you will suck whenever, and whoever I say. " He took some bills out of his wallet and lay them on the hall table. "This is for today and the next couple of days. I'll call you tomorrow, so be available." He left the dazed and confused woman looking at the closed door.