Based on the story "Gina's Long Second" by WK

She couldn't believe how late she was running. She wasn't normally a tardy person, and it always made her feel guilty when she was late. Tonight was even worse. She was going to be late for a work related function. She was on her way to her new boss's house. She was supposed to do some accounting work with him. She had a feeling that he might try to take advantage of her and turn it into a sexual rendezvous, but she had no intention of letting him do that. She drove around the block looking at house number. She checked the address again. She was on the right road, but she couldn't find the house. Suddenly she saw his car in one of the driveways and knew she was at the right spot. She pulled into it behind his car, collected up her briefcase and walked up to the house. She took a glance at her watch. Only 5 minutes late. She was always so concerned about her being late that she kept her watch precisely set and knew she really was late.

She rang the doorbell and waited. She could hear movement inside the house but there was no immediate answer. Her heart pumped as she worried about what she was going to have to deal with. Finally a gentleman opened the door. She smiled at him as he did so hoping to look relaxed. When she was inside she tried to explain herself.

"Hi Bert. Sorry I'm running a bit late, I had a little trouble finding your place." She wasn't sure if it sounded convincing, but being that it was the truth she was confident. She just didn't want him thinking she was late because she was putting on makeup or something.

"No Problem, " he replied, "I wasn't really watching the time." Oh no, she panicked. Whenever someone says that, it means they really were. He probably had been standing by the door waiting for her all night. She looked around the room to check the time and thought it was odd that there were no timepieces in the room. Realizing her stupidity, she looked at her own watch that sat forgotten on her wrist.

"Please, come in. I'll just get my things. Go ahead and make yourself comfortable on the couch and I'll be right back." With that, he went into the other room and she heard him shuffling through some paper work. She took the time to check on her own appearance. She was wearing a navy blue business suit, a white blouse, and a matching blue jacket along with a pair of dark colored pantyhose in a pair of 3-inch high-heeled pumps. She had been trying to bring the office look with her so that he wouldn't try anything. Finally after what seemed like ages he came back into the room.

"So, should we start with the first quarter accounts?" he asked her while looking at the top of a stack of papers. She looked over at him. He was sitting on a couch, while she was sitting in a nearby chair. It put the table between them so that he couldn't put his hand on her leg, which was a big fear of hers. She knew what that always led to, at least in the training films.

"Sure, I have them right here" she said. She pulled the paperwork out of briefcase.

"Would you like something to drink, Gina?" he asked after they had been working a while.

"Oh, sure, what do you have?" she spoke to him. She didn't want to get drunk and lose control, so she thought about the choices carefully. Luckily soda was big on the list. "Just give me a Coke, thanks" she told him. What could it hurt? It was better then trying to comfortably drink a beer or something harder. He went out of the room to get the drinks and she checked her watch. It had been about an hour since they started. They were making good time and she knew should would make it home before too late. He came back into the room and handed her a large glass of cola. She just assumed it would be a can, and watched him as he sat down with his own glass. She sipped it, and didn't notice anything out of the ordinary as they went back to work.

After a few minutes, Gina sat back in the chair. She took another, longer sip of the drink, then crossed her legs, and used them as a rest for the cup. "You know, Bert, I don't really t..h..i..n..k. t.h.a.." she tried to speak, but was cut off by the sudden slowing of her facial muscles. She panicked, as she realized the rest of her body was just as useless as her mouth. What's wrong with me, she wondered. She stared across the table at Bert and was slightly relieved to see that he wasn't moving either.

Suddenly her relief was shattered when he began moving again. He reached behind a cushion on the couch and pulled out a Polaroid camera. What the hell, she thought, watching him take pictures of her, trapped in her own body. She thought about her pose. She was sitting back in the chair, her legs were crossed, her hands caressing the cup of soda. Because she had been sitting back, her skirt had risen up her leg revealing more of her leg then she would rather have showing. Her head was slightly tilted, and her mouth was frozen open as she tried to complete the words.

Her perceptions began to get distorted. At points it seemed as if the world around her was frozen, sometimes it seemed like they were moving too fast, or too slow, or just right. She watched him circle around him. The next thing she realized he was out of the room. She heard shuffling in the other room. In a blink it then seemed as if he was there in the living room again. It seemed as if her consciousness was fading in and out. She heard him moving furniture in the room and then the next thing she realized was that she was across the room, sitting on a stool. She felt him move her body and snap pictures of it. She was totally lost. She couldn't move, and she really didn't understand what was going on around her. She noticed him taking pictures of her. Before she knew it she was naked. Her clothes stripped from body. She saw them lying in a pile in her view, her green bra and panties topping the pile. She felt herself being posed into doll like poses, robot like poses, and even a few mannequin poses. She felt more pictures of her being taken in her naked form. Then she was posed again and more shots were taken. It was so odd to have her moved without her control, but she realized there was nothing she could do about it as her mind slipped again.

The next thing that realized was Bert redressing her. She felt him slid her panties on her, then him smoothing the pantyhose on her legs. It felt good to have him touching her, but she knew it wasn't right. Again she blacked out and woke to find herself back in the chair where she started. She felt him put the glass of soda back into her hands.

Suddenly she felt a tingling in her body, and realized that she could move again. Thank god she thought. She was ready to yell at him for doing that to her. Wait, she realized, what did he do? She thought about the situation for a moment. She had been in his house, working on paperwork, and she had taken a drink. She was about to tell that the night was over, and she was heading out, but then she had felt woozy. She blinked a few times, looking over to Bert who was sitting on the couch holding his soda. She couldn't remember what she was about to say, so she tried to explain herself.

"Wow, that was the weirdest thing. I suddenly felt so dizzy, as if the world somehow jumped and spun for a second." He looked at her in a surprised manner while at the same time trying to comfort her.

"Are you okay, Gina? Can I get you something?" he asked.

"No, Bert, thanks. I guess I am just tired." She responded, rubbing her temple with her free hand. "I guess we had better call it a night."

"Sure, no problem", he said, "Just let me know when you would like to finish."

"Yeah, okay. See you tomorrow?" she said while getting up and collecting her things. She wasn't looking forward to coming back and dealing with the stress again, but she knew she had to get the work done.

"Yeah, tomorrow," he said. "Goodnight" he commented as she walked to the door and left.

Quickly she went down to the car. Throwing her stuff in the back she got in the front and started the car, trying to relax. She didn't know what had come over her. She realized she was probably just overworked. She looked over at the clock on the dash of the car. It said it was almost midnight! She knew that couldn't be right, she checked her always-accurate watch. Just as she expected, it said 9pm. "Stupid car battery" she said out loud as she backed out of the driveway and drove home.

-Dosman!
December 02, 1999