Then I wrote another, and yet another. It seems the setting of the "Great 48" sparks many story possibilities for me, I have no idea why.
Most are completely unrelated. This one for instance is 5 chapters long and completely stand alone.
Below is the whole first chapter of "The Reluctant Assistant". It's the story of a young woman who ends up in a situation where she feels obligated to assist an older man.
There is no non-consent stuff, but please be aware it does, as the title suggests, fall into the reluctant side of things. If that's not your cup of tea, maybe check out this story instead.
Everyone else, enjoy....
The Reluctant Assistant
Chapter 1: Writer’s Block
Henry was behind on his latest novel. Again. Deadlines had been a curse for him since he was a young, starving writer. As a successful middle aged writer with several holo-vid adaptations of his works, his books were in high demand but his ability to hit a deadline remained elusive. His publisher put up with it because they were old friends (and because of how much money they made off of him) but even still, he knew he was taking too long with his new novel.
"Mr. Terence?" A timid voice asked as he flicked the audio button on his phone.
"Yes?" He asked warily. He knew it was his publisher office, he just didn't know if he would be dealing with one of the young assistants or passed through to his angry editor.
"Mr, Terence, my name is Mara. I work for Mr. Sodden. He wants to know if your manuscript is ready." Mara asked, almost apologetically.
"Tell him, soon." Henry replied.
"Um...Mr. Terence?" Mara asked, again, very timidly.
"Yes Mara?" Henry replied. He was being unfair to the poor girl. She was clearly new to the job and he knew very well that she had orders to not accept anything other than a firm commitment of a manuscript from him.
"Mr. Sodden said... That is, you have to... Well, see the thing is, we're going to miss our publishing dates if you don't..." She struggled to find the words.
"Mara, are you telling me I need to finish the book?" He asked her.
"Yes. Yes sir, I am." She agreed, the relief in her voice obvious.
"Well, the longer this conversation goes on, the longer it is until I get back to it." He told her.
"Of course." She agreed again. "Are you close to being finished?"
"Who could say m'dear?" He replied deliberately vague.
"May I make a suggestion?" She asked.
Here it was. Every new assistant was keen to impress Mr. Sodden with their ability to get him to deliver a book on time. There was Gary's plan to stand over Henry while he wrote, Susan's idea to lock him in the publisher's office for a weekend and there was even one deluded fool name Frank who thought he could "write the first draft himself" and than have Henry edit it. As if Henry would ever agree to any of those plans.
He leaned over the console of his desk, and hit the visual button on the phone so he could tell this assistant where to go to her face.
"Mara, I don't know what..." He stopped dead when he saw her. She was young, mid twenties at the absolute oldest, more likely 21 than 25 and she was cute as a button.
Her black hair was shoulder length, and the dress she wore highlighted her smallish but extremely perky breasts. The thing that caught his eye though, was her face. She had one of the prettiest faces he had ever seen.
"Mr. Terence, I was going to suggest that maybe you could go somewhere with no distractions, where you could write in peace. Maybe Mr. Sodden' cabin?"
It was actually a decent idea. Henry had been to the cabin once before, where he had finished his first book, back when he and Mark Sodden had been starting their careers. The cabin was bereft of any tech more complicated than a stove. It took a hover car to get there and while you were there, you were as cut off from the rest of the world as you could be.
"It worked for your first book, so why not this one?" She smiled. Good lord, he thought, what a beautiful smile. She had the face of an angel.
"You've done you're research I see." He complimented her. "Well, it'd take a least a week of writing, so I don't think the cabin is a good idea."
"One week? You were up there for 12 days when you wrote Sign of the End, arguably your best work." She countered
"Ah, yes, but that was many, many years ago. When I was a younger man and it was before the great 48 was in effect. I'd have to come back from the cabin every other day, defeating the whole point of going." He told her.
The great 48 was of course the nickname of the law that required men to have a sexual release every 48 hours. Requirements were for the release to be administered and recorded by another person. Non-compliance or lying had severe punishment. The effect this law had had on the world in Henry's lifetime was undeniable. All the energy previously wasted attempting to get laid had lead to everything from advances in medicine to the construction of a space elevator. The law was not something anyone ignored, especially because it meant as a man, you got at minimum a handjob every other day.
"No m'dear, I'm afraid going to the cabin wouldn't help me finish this book." He told her.
Mark Sodden walked into view, behind Mara. "Nonsense." He told henry.
"Mark, the amount of time I'd waste traveling to and from a relief station alone makes this..."
Mark cut Henry off, "Easy solution. Mara here will go up with you."
Mara's eyes went wide as her new boss offered her up as a relief agent. She had dreamed of working with authors like Mr. Terence, but not like this.
"I'm sorry?" Henry said, not believing this beautiful woman was potentially going to be taking care of his needs for a least a week.
"She can go up with you, act as an editor for chapters as you finish them, as well as prepare meals and take care of things, while you focus on writing." He explained.
Mara wasn't sure she was okay with "taking care of things", if that meant manually stimulating an older man repeatedly. That certainly hadn't been in the job description when she'd been hired 6 weeks ago. She was trying to find a way to explain she wasn't comfortable with this suggestion when Henry spoke again, "That would help. What the hell, okay, let's do it."
"Great, it's settled. Mara will arrange everything and I'll send a hovercar around tomorrow morning." Mark announced.
Mara had butterflies in her stomach and as much as she wanted to object, she wasn't capable of speech as Mr. Terence disconnected his call.
By the time she had herself under control, Mark Sodden had headed back into his office and closed the door.
Mara wasn't sure what to do.
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Henry grabbed the last of the luggage from the hovercar, tipped the driver and headed inside as the car flew off.
The drive/flight up had been awkward, Mara initially gushing over Henry's work but then becoming silent when he expressed appreciation for her upcoming help. She wasn't sure if he was referring to her as an editor or as the person who was going to be masturbating him and hadn't said much after that point.
As Henry walked across the deck, he took a moment to enjoy the view. There was forest as far as the eye could see on this side of the small building. He brought the suitcases inside and put them down. through the open back door, he could see Mara on the deck, looking out at the small lake it overlooked.
He took a moment to enjoy that view too, her firm buttocks as she leaned over the railing. She stood back up and nearly caught him staring.
"Amazing view!" She yelled to him.
"Absolutely." He agreed, though not talking about the water.
"You okay if I have a quick shower?" She asked, as she entered the cabin.
"Sure, I'll get setup, I'm hoping to finish a chapter before dinner." He said, pulling out his keyboard, and clicking it on. The screen projected up from the keyboard as he placed it on the desk, and he adjusted the brightness as Mara dragged a suitcase into one of the bedrooms and closed the door.
A little while later Henry was in the living room typing away on his keyboard when Mara popped out of the bedroom in her bathrobe. Her hair was wet, and the silky robe was short, showing off her long, sexy legs. Henry looked up as she passed, she smiled awkwardly and pointed to her other suitcase.
Her back was to him as she bent over to pick up the small case, her robe riding higher and he thought he caught a glimpse of her butt cheeks before she stood back up. He turned back to his screen before she saw him checking her out, and he waited till he heard her walking back to the bedroom before he said anything.
"Mara, did you want to, um, take care of things before you got dressed?" He asked.
"Things?" She asked, trying to sound unsure of what he meant. She knew she was going to have to provide relief for him, but had assumed she had until tomorrow to deal with it.
"Sorry, I was trying to be delicate." He apologized. "The writer in me, never saying what i actually mean. I'm due for relief today, and I just thought maybe you'd want to, take care of things as it were, before you dressed. Wouldn't want to get any mess on your clothes is all."
"Oh, um, I hadn't thought about that. I assumed you'd have visited a relief station yesterday." She told him.
"No such luck, spent the entire day preparing for this sudden trip." He explained. "It can wait, I'm not actually due until just before dinner."
"Um, yeah, if you want to wait, that'd be great." She told him, attempting to delay the inevitable. She knew should should have said something as soon as Mr Sodden had offered her services, or when she was booking the hovercar, but she was still new to the job and looking to impress her boss. Arguing against this assignment, with one of their biggest clients seemed like career suicide. Still, she wasn’t sure how she was going to fulfill this new job requirement.
"Whenever you are comfortable." He told her. "It's just, well, I'm a bit of a squirter, not a dribbler as it were, so I don't want to ruin your nice clothes."
Oh god, she thought. Did he really just tell me that? She was horrified. It reminded her of the first time she jerked off a guy as a teenager. They had been at a concert and they snuck into a dark corner, where he had exploded all over her top with no warning and she'd had to leave immediately. The whole embarrassing train ride home she tried to hide, sure everyone knew she was covered in cum.
Why would he say that? She wondered, who says things like that to another person?
though, the more she thought about it the more Mr. Terence’s comments actually seemed mature. Admitting something like that had to be a bit embarrassing, Mara decided. She appreciated that he was giving her fair warning and in fact, a choice.
"I'll risk it." She told him, laughing nervously as she headed back into the bedroom with her stuff.
Henry turned back to his screen, but had a hard time concentrating knowing that beautiful woman would have her hands around his penis at some point in the next few hours.
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Several hours later, he still had very little written. Mara came out of the kitchen, where she had been preparing dinner.
He looked up as she entered the room and watched her as she opened the door to deck. Standing in the doorway, in her summer dress, she was backlit by the sun. Her silhouette was phenomenal, and the cloth not quite sheer enough to be transparent, but probably less modest than Mara was assuming it was.
"I'm going to go for a dip in the lake while dinner bakes." She told him.
"Okay." He agreed absentmindedly.
"Would you rather I didn't?" She asked, concerned he was somehow unhappy.
"No, no of course not." He told her, trying to focus his attention on the conversation. "Sorry, just struggling with a bit of story I had thought I had worked out. Go for a swim, while I figure this out."
"Do you want to run it by me? Maybe talking it through will help." She offered.
"Appreciate the offer, but at this point what I wanted to do versus what the character will do has changed, happens with characters occasionally. I just need think through all the variables." He explained. "Go, swim. Someone should enjoy the lake."
"Alrighty." She agreed, and headed into her bedroom to change into her bathing suit.
Before she had even closed the door, she knew what she needed to do. He hadn't needed her as an editor, but he did need assistance. She had to go back out there and masturbate Mr. Terence. He was near his 48 hour limit, so it would likely clear his head, and enable him to write. She reminded herself why they were at the cabin in the first place as she pulled off her dress. She needed to keep him writing.
She slid into her one piece and took a deep breath, preparing herself. Henry Terence was one of the best fiction writers on the planet she told herself. If her job required her to masturbate him a couple of times than not only was it a good career move, but she should be honoured to assist him with what very well could be his seminal work. She had just about convinced herself of that when she entered the living room.
"Would..." Mara cleared her throat, "Would it help if helped you obtain some relief? Clear your head, so to speak?"
"Actually, that probably would help." He agreed, trying to not sound too eager.
Henry moved to a chair away from his desk, and prepared himself for relief the way all men did, which was to say he took his penis out. It was already hard, which she took as both a complement, he obviously was looking forward to her touch, and with a sense of relief. What if she hadn't been able to make him erect? How embarrassing would that have been for her? Or worse, him! She wasn't sure how she would have handled that.
Mara walked to the chair, knelt at his feet. Henry smiled. He had been a bit disappointed when she came out wearing the one piece, he had hoped to see her in a bikini, but the material hugged her tightly, and her perky breasts were on display, her large nipples poking through the material, practically begging for him to pinch.
He knew the rules though, etiquette in these situations was to let the lady take the lead. There was no touching unless they suggested or encouraged it, so he sat back and waited for the black haired beauty at his feet to begin.
You can do this, you can do this, Mara repeated mentally, talking herself into giving Mr. Terence a handjob. She wasn't sure why she was this nervous. It wasn't like she hadn't ever helped a guy obtain relief before, she had many times. This was however, the first man she wasn't romantically involved with that she was assisting. How the government relief agents, who had to do this for several men every day, did their jobs she couldn't fathom.
She reached up and took hold of Mr. Terence's shaft. He groaned immediately in enjoyment, which she took as a good sign. Her hand slid up and down, as she began stroking him. He closed his eyes and became very silent.
Her hand continued to pump, but in the silence she became insecure that she was doing something wrong.
"Mr. Terence? Sir?" She asked.
"Yes Mara." He said, with his eyes still closed.
"Is everything, I mean, am I doing this right?" She asked.
He opened his eyes and smiled. Her hand was still stroking him, but her eyes were wide, scared that she was screwing something up.
"Everything's perfect, m'dear." He told her. "I'm just... Well, to be honest I'm just trying to prolong the experience. It's been a long, long time since a young woman, let alone one as pretty as you, has touched me like this. I was worried I was going to shoot off as soon as you touched me.”
"Really?" She asked, surprised. "I thought, I'm not..."
Her sentence trailed off. She was used be being called cute, which was nice and all, but to hear a man essentially say he was having trouble controlling himself because of her was something new.
"I don't think most men fantasize about girls like me." She told him.
"Nonsense. Not to be crude, but the moment I laid eyes on you I've needed a release." He confessed.
Mara smiled at the thought. To have a man like Henry Terence say she sexually excited him was a massive compliment.
"That's very kind of you to say, sir." She told him. She began twisting her hand as she stroked the crown of his cock.
"Oh god." He moaned uncontrollably. She smiled at the funny face he made every time her hand twisted. She knew he wasn't going to last long.
"Mara, I'm close." He warned her politely. "You may want to get some tissues."
"It's okay sir. You can squirt in my chest." She told him and sped up her hand, pointing his dick at her bathing suit covered breasts.
He reacted almost immediately. A young, beautiful woman was telling him he could spunk onto her tits, while stroking his cock? He didn't stand a chance. He blasted her, and she was surprised at the force of it, despite his earlier warning. A gooey stream hit her top and ricocheted back onto her hand (and his cock)
The second and third spurts were just as forceful and she began to turn his cock back and forth, so both breasts were coated.
Eventually he subsided, and she looked down at her bathing suit. It was soaked in semen, and it was seeping through onto her skin. She cleaned him off with her hand, even wiping the tip of his cock across a clean bit of cloth at her stomach, before standing up.
"Head clear now, Mr. Terence?" She asked, unsure of what else to say.
He nodded assent, unable to talk.
"You sure weren't kidding about being a bit of a spurter, were you sir?” she said awkwardly, “I'll have to keep that in mind the day after tomorrow."
Henry watched her exit the cabin and head to the lake. He couldn't believe that angel had just milked him so wonderfully. There was no way he was going to wait two whole days before she did it again.
