Nikki Learns A Lesson

She thought she could quite the Mob by simply walking away. She was wrong.

[WARNING — NON-CON THEMES!]

While I hadn’t know it at the time, I was working for Lenny and the mob when I took a modeling job at the Victoria’s Surprise Modeling Agency. I had been a 19-year old starving college sophomore and I was apparently the only person who did not get the innuendo within the agency’s name. I had signed a contract to model underwear for photos which would appear in magazine ads and catalogs. What really happened was a continuous string of auditions where I would model skimpy underwear and other lingerie for middle aged men. I was well paid, but there were no photographs published in any magazine ads.

Lenny owned the modeling agency and, in addition to its purpose of peddling soft porn, it funneled girls into his prostitution stable. When I finally figured out the whole business, I tried to quit. This was when I learned I was in the mob, and one does not quit the mob. All I succeeded in doing was attracting the unwanted attention of Lenny directly upon me. From that point on, I was in even deeper.

When I tried to quit Victoria’s Surprise, it was Emil who came to fetch me. Being afraid of what I had come to understand to be the Agency’s true purpose, I had not gone into the office to hand in a resignation. I simply decided not to show up for any more auditions. I figured they would quickly forget me.

Not so.

I was walking from my car to the front door of the grocery store in broad daylight when an unmarked white van slowed beside me. I hadn’t noticed Emil walking behind me and when the van’s side door popped open the big man simply picked me up and tossed me inside. Jumping in behind me, it took only two seconds for them to kidnap me — and no one noticed.

He bound my feet and hands, and then he gagged me. I knew where I was going.

“Lenny wants to talk with you.” Emil snarled into my face. “You’re in trouble now, so don’t resist and make it worse.” His warning was a wasted effort; I was helpless to do anything. These men had done this maneuver before. Kidnap and extortion was a mob specialty.

Van parked behind the Victoria’s Surprise Agency and Emil slung me over his shoulder like a sack of fertilizer to carry me in the backdoor. He took me to Lenny’s office. Still bound and gagged, I was deposited in a hard wooden chair — alone in the room with Lenny.

Lenny ignored the fact that I was gagged and couldn’t respond when he sadistically said, “Nikki, so nice to have you with us again.” While I seen him several times before, I’d never had a conversation with him. Lenny waited for a moment before asking, “Why did you miss your appointed audition?”

Like the mouse bound in the snake’s coils, I simply stared at him. After a long moment, Lenny walked around the desk and reassuringly patted my shoulders. He released my gag. He asked his question again.

“I’m sorry. I guess I just forgot. It won’t happen again,” I blurted out, hoping to ease his ire as he walked back to his chair.

“Yes, I’m sure it won’t happen again. I’m also sure that you didn’t simply forget.” He picked up an amber colored drink and took a sip. “Your failure cost me. It cost me money and it cost me prestige. I cannot afford to be embarrassed by my employee’s failures. You only get one chance here. Now think hard before deciding what to say next.” He took another sip. “Why did you fail to show up?”

I licked my lips and swallowed hard.

“I-I was a-afraid.”

He chuckled. “Afraid of what? That your panties would fall off? Has anyone ever hurt you?”

“I was afraid… that… you would make me… make me do sexual things.”

He let out a snort and drained his glass. Walking to the bar, he poured another shot of whiskey over his remaining ice and returned to his chair.

“Why did you think that? Did anyone say such things to you?”

“No, it’s just that… I-I saw what happened to other girls and I didn’t want to become a… prostitute.”

When I spoke of sex, I suddenly became aware that the whole interaction awoke my own sexual desires — I was aroused. This powerful man of about 35 years was dripping self confidence and sexuality. I’d never before seen an older man as being sexy — other than the movie stars. I had learned in psychology class that women are commonly attracted to ‘bad boys’. It’s genetically advantageous to mate with powerful, risk takers and, in our modern times, these are frequently members of the criminal society.

His voice turned soft. “Nikki, I don’t want you to be a prostitute. I would never force any girl to do that.” He didn’t deny he had them working for him. “You believe that, don’t you?” I was pretty sure this was a lie, but I looked at him pie-eyed and nodded. His voice turned stern again. “You signed a contract with me — to show up as required for all auditions — right?” I nodded again. “And, just now you lied to me when you said you — forgot?”

“Yes, I’m sorry — ”

“Yes, you are sorry. I don’t like my employees lying to me. I’ll have to do something about that. Also, I will need to make an example of you. I can’t have any of the other girls thinking that they can simply walk away from their contracts.”

“Sir, I — ”

“I think a naughty liar should get a spanking on her little bare bottom.” He said the last three words slowly and distinctly.

“What? The hell you will!”

“You’re already in trouble. Get snarky with me. You don’t want me to use a belt.” He stood up and pulled his belt loose from his trousers He folded it and carried it around the desk. Standing over me, he continued, “You know, your action earned you this. You deserve a spanking.”

My eyes followed as he slowly passed the belt from one hand to the other. His eyes, somehow warm, looked down on me and he waited.

“Yes,” I finally said.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, I deserve a spanking for lying to you.”

He dropped the belt onto the desk. As he pulled me to my feet, I opened my mouth to beg for forgiveness, but then shut it. I was unable to resist the influence Lenny had on me.

Lenny sat in the hard wooden chair with me — wrists crossed and bound in front of me — standing sideways between his legs; his thighs pinned my knees tightly. His left hand gripped my waistband and pulled slightly forward while his right hand cupped my bottom. Bracing my hands on his shoulder to keep from falling, I looked into the cool, confident eyes of the man who planned to spank me like an errant schoolgirl. I knew that I intended to do nothing to stop him.

Lenny’s hand released my bottom, leaving it suddenly chilled, and then he smacked my right cheek. I gasped and he smacked my left but cheek.

“EEWOoche,” I yelped, although it was more from surprise than pain. He had said he was going to spank my bare bottom, but he had mercifully left my jeans on. Lenny continued my swats and I clenched my mouth shut to conceal my embarrassment from anyone else in the office building. I’d never been spanked before. Maybe my parents gave me a swat or two on the butt as a toddler, but I had no memory of ever being spanked. However, Lenny’s swats were not what I feared, they were more warming than painful.

He stopped, but he did not release me. Both of his hands went to my waistband. I wasn’t wearing a belt, and he quickly opened the button and pulled the zipper down.

“NO, Please!”

He tugged the fabric down to my knees.

“You can cry and plea for mercy all you want. It is exactly what I want the other girls to hear.” I moaned, but I clamped my jaw shut as my moist panties joined my jeans pooled around my bound ankles.

In traditional schoolgirl fashion, he pulled me down across his lap. His left arm pinned me to his thigh while his right hand caressed my bottom. And then Lenny began to spank my bare bottom in earnest.

I closed my eyes and clenched my jaw shut as his stinging swats alternated sides of my ass. He covered my exposed flesh from thigh to the top of my butt crack. Some of the swats hurt badly, but none were so hard as to make me cry out. The worst of it was the humiliation as I visualized myself as a naughty child being punished. With tears streaming uncontrollably down my face, I sobbed as quietly as I could.

Laying as I was, across his thigh, I became aware that my clit was swollen and pressed into his ridged thighbone. That was when waves of pleasure mixed with the painful swats. My pelvis was flexing, rocking with the impact of his swats and an orgasm began to build.

He continued for another minute and then abruptly stopped.

His hand pushed my thighs open and explored my secret parts.

“No, please,” I groaned as his finger penetrated my entrance.

He laughed, “Your body says ‘yes’. I can smell your arousal. Nikki, you enjoyed it, didn’t you?”

I couldn’t answer.

I squealed, but kept my mouth shut when a second finger joined the first inside my cunny. His two fingers explored deeper and touched something hot inside me.

“OH, GOD… no!” He pressed his fingers into what was clearly my G-spot. I’d heard of it, but never found it. I had limited sexual experiences with boys, but none had known how to please me. Now this gangster, who had just spanked me like a little child, had awakened my body. He turned his hand palm down and used the two fingers to press my hot spot against my pelvic bone from inside my channel. His thumb found my clit, and began to gently push back and forth against it.

“OH… YES — YES!” I loudly pleaded with him to continue as my hips involuntarily pumped his hand. The pleasure convulsions began and my orgasm shook my core. It was the strongest orgasm I’d ever had, and my first orgasm not of my own creation.

Lenny lifted me up and turned me around. He tugged on my arm and I sat in his lap like a child sits in her father’s lap. My dripping wet pussy square on his hard thighbone. He wrapped his arms around me and I pressed my tear streaked face into his shirt.

“There, there Nikki, you’re not going to lie to me again, are you?”

“No, Sir,” I choked out between sobs.

“And, I won’t make you into a prostitute. You don’t need to be afraid to do what I say, right?”

“Yes, Sir, I’ll do what you… tell me to do.”

“Good, but from now on I will be asking you to do more, more to entertain our clients. Okay?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Give me a kiss.” Lifting my face to him, it seemed to be the most natural thing in the world to kiss him. His gentle lips melted my anxiety away. When I opened my mouth his tongue took possession of me and I flowed into his chest. Feeling his swollen penis against my side, I would at that moment have given him anything my body had to give, but he didn’t ask more of me.

This story continues with Nikki’s Trip to the Dungeon:

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