Free Devious Submission - Episode 1 (An Erotic Thriller) by Marlene Sexton Page A

thin. I’m guessing those are real,” she said as she sat opposite me on a matching sofa. Her voice had a hard edge to it.
    “Excuse me?” I asked startled by her abruptness.
    “Your tits. They’re real aren’t they?” she asked again.
    “Yes. Who are you?” I asked.
    “Of course, I should have known. I’m Muriel, Nathan’s wife,” the woman told me.
    “Oh, I...um...,” I stammered but Mr. Remington saved me.
    “Dear, annoying my mistress again?” he said as he walked into the room.
    “Just saying hello to the little slut. Nice meeting you, Ms...,” Muriel explained and then paused.
    “Wilson. Kimmie Wilson,” I responded.
    “Oh, how...quaint. Let me guess. Farm girl looking to find her fortune in the big city? Well, nice meeting you Ms. Wilson. I’m sure my husband will enjoy beating you or whatever it is he does with the whores he brings home. I’ll be upstairs, Nathan,” Muriel said as if just uttering the words disgusted her. I watched her go as she left the room. She was only thirty-seven and very pretty. I felt horrible for her. Why would Mr. Remington do this too her, I wondered.
    “Should I have Carl bring you more vodka and valium, dearest?” Mr. Remington asked as she left.
    “Fuck you, Nathan!” she responded bitterly from the stairs in the foyer
    “Don’t mind her. She’s a drama queen. Anymore we’re husband and wife in name only. I wish things were different but...,” Mr. Remington said to put me at ease and then left his thought hanging. I almost felt bad for Mr. Remington.
    “I won’t let it bother me, Mr. Remington,” I answered.
    “Call me, Nate. Please. Can I get you something to drink?” he asked. He seemed different than I had heard. I’d been told he was a severe man but he seemed charming and friendly, an act no doubt.
    “Yes, please, Mr. Rem...I mean Nate,” I answered.
    “What’s your poison?”
    “I like white wine.”
    “White wine it is. While out drinks are on the way, why don’t you slip out of that dress for me,” Nate said.
    “Here? Now?” I asked surprised at his request. His wife was upstairs yet he wanted me to undress in the parlor? Modesty aside, I found the request to be rather exciting. Still, I was hesitant.
    “Yes. Right here and right now, Kimmie. I don’t like having to ask twice,” he said and I didn’t miss the edge in his voice. He took a seat in the leather chair between the two matching sofas and pushed a button on the black box sitting on the table next to him. I stood and began to slip out of my dress.
    “Carl, bring us a glass of sauvignon blanc and a glass of the Laphroaig 25 year scotch. Thank you,” Nate said and a man replied with a curt, “Yes, sir.” I folded the dress and placed it on the back of the sofa, standing all but nude in only the garter belt, stockings and heels. Even though the house was warm, I was shivering. Was that man, Carl, coming here? I was all but naked.
    “Sit down and relax, Kimmie. I thought we might sit and talk a bit,” Nate suggested and I did as he asked. I knew his last warning was for real and I didn’t want to cross him again. “Good girl. So, tell me about yourself. Where are you from?” Nathan asked as if this were all perfectly ordinary. I caught a slight condescending tone in his words now that I hadn’t before.
    “Well, I was born in Minnesota. I moved to Pennsylvania to attend college and then after graduation I worked a few odd jobs until I found the job I have now,” I said.
    “I thought you might be from that area of the country. You have a bit of an accent. Your parents still live there?” Nate asked making small talk. Carl arrived with our drinks. I wanted to cover up, but forced myself to resist the urge. He handed me my wine and I thanked him. He didn’t appear concerned with my nudity. He served Nate, took a slight bow and left us. I took a sip of my wine, though I wanted to gulp it down. I felt out of sorts and I wondered if that was Nate’s