Thirty-Five Years
Brings Déjà vu to Reality
By H.G. Hunt
Chapter 22
The employee entrance to the hospital looked different
today. Monday’s were usually the worst days of the week for
Lisa. But somehow she knew today would be VERY different
from any other Monday. Many of the thoughts she’d had over
the remainder of the weekend flooded back through her brain.
She was second-guessing her decision to drink the wine. In
hindsight it seemed like a bad decision. Her taunting of
Jean about her refusal to drink the wine seemed like a good
thing at the time, but she should have known the loss of
inhibitions that comes with alcohol. Maybe, just maybe, she
wondered that might have been just the iota of difference
that had caused her to lose orgasmic control before Jean.
She knew if she ever had it to do over again, things WOULD
be different.
But those Monday-morning-quarterback thoughts didn’t make
the dread of walking into the hospital go away. The contract
she had made with Jean last Friday was one she knew, as a
woman of honor, that she would have to fulfill. It was her
word and it would have been against everything she stood for
to leave any obligations unmet.
Jean had a spring in her step as she came to work that same
morning. The heat of the summer was unnoticed. It felt more
like Easter to her; a new beginning, a re-emergence, the
butterfly leaving the cocoon.
At precisely ten o-clock Jean looked up from her desk and
smiled. Lisa entered her cubicle with a steaming cup of
coffee. She spotted a coaster prominently displayed near
Jean’s right hand. The coaster had a pretty scene from the
lakeshore. “Oh, look what I found at a little gift shop
yesterday. Isn’t this the most precious coaster you’ve ever
seen?” Jean held it up for Lisa to see. Rubbing it in was
not a problem for Jean. She had every intention of making
sure Lisa never forgot. Not that she needed to. The compact
they had made on Friday assured that.
One month; that was the length of time that the loser was
obligated to serve the winner. There were two components.
The first was being fulfilled at this moment. Once each
morning the loser was obliged to serve a cup of coffee to
the winner according her preference. Two teaspoonfuls of
cream had been mixed into the coffee, just as Jean
preferred. The humiliation Lisa felt was flagrantly
rekindled and she knew this was going to be a long month.
Too bad she didn’t have a vacation planned, she thought.
The other component of the spoils was going to be less
public. Clearly others in the hospital might have occasion
to notice Lisa’s coffee service. It might be easy to explain
at first, as a friendly gesture towards an old college
acquaintance, but keeping up that charade might be tough as
the weeks went by. Lisa ached at having to endure it. But
the second corollary was a whole lot more intimate. The pact
included one secretive pleasure to be provided to the
winner, at a day and time of her choosing, limited to once
per week. Lisa was going to have to eat Jean’s cunt again
and again; four times total, once each week until a month
had passed. There were enough secret places, with doors that
locked for quick moments of degrading sex, for them to not
worry about getting caught in the act. After four weeks time
the service would be over. Could she survive it?
Jean wondered too. Would Lisa even show up for work. In her
gut she presumed Lisa would not back off. She was right. But
as Lisa set the steaming coffee down on the coaster, any
doubt about her recuperative powers was laid to rest. Even
though she knew and felt deeply the humiliation that she’d
endure for the next weeks, she had resolved that this past
weekend was not the end, but the beginning. Her fortitude
had only grown since Saturday. Her spark of passion had not
been extinguished. It had been reignited and would burn
forever.
“I had a wonderful weekend Jean. I hope you had a nice one
too.”
“Oh, it was ok,” the obvious understatement giving both
women a moment of levity. Recognizing that others might hear
their words, they needed to be cautious. Even Jean
recognized the need for coyness and subtle innuendo in the
work setting. She would reap her rewards in other ways than
flaunting it publicly.
“Well, I am glad you came to work here. I have long wondered
about you and what had become of you after we parted ways
back in school. I am looking forward to working with you for
a long, long time.” She winked at Jean and sauntered out the
door.
Jean let her gaze follow Lisa down the hallway. Just before
she turned the corner Jean caught the unmistakable thrust of
her hip. No one else was there to see it. Jean recognized
that thrust; side to side once, forward and backward once.
Déjà vu.