For Your Pleasure V

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Welcome to part 5 of the For Your Pleasure saga. The full story can be read in the attached pdf. Reading For Your Pleasure parts 1 through 4 will make the characters and setting make much more sense, as usual. But this time I decided to do something a little different: I present for you the first part of For Your Pleasure V as plain text. With that in mind, enjoy!

For Your Pleasure V by Gordon Taggert

Part One: "Maria"

Maria was proud of her work. One of the most frequent positive comments made by customers of For Your Pleasure was the outstanding level of cleanliness at the place. Maria was a big part of that. A few months earlier, the 42-year-old Mexican-born immigrant widow answered an online ad for a part-time position doing cleaning during a day shift at For Your Pleasure without knowing anything about what kind of place it was. She was, in fact, a little taken aback by the official list of activities, being a conservative Catholic and all. But Maria thought it wasn’t any worse than the things that took place in the hotel rooms she was used to cleaning. Plus, For Your Pleasure paid very well, and Angie was a wonderful boss.

Maria got good enough at her job that Angie elevated her to a supervisory role over the rest of the crew. Usually, everyone on the crew finished their work a little early, but that was fine with Maria... and with Angie. Angie had no problem with workers leaving before 4:00pm so long as they got their work done; they would still get paid for 4 hours’ work. The workers took on multiple tasks and rotated the duties, but Maria typically took the Hoover around the place and got all the floors cleaned except in the locker room and kitchen. She finished them anywhere from about 3:30pm to 3:45pm which gave her plenty of time to meet up with Juan.

Juan was the only other member of the cleaning crew of Mexican descent that Maria knew of. More importantly, Juan had become Maria’s lover in recent weeks. They weren’t exactly dating, since the only time and place they saw each other was at the end of their shifts at For Your Pleasure. Juan’s schedule was somewhat irregular, but they still ended up working together most days. And that meant waiting until everyone else had finished their work and left so that Juan and Maria could get one of the beds in the Sex Fantasies area and make love without getting caught. Juan was a wonderful lover. Their sex was passionate though ordinary.

Maria went 20 years with almost no sex after her husband was killed in Afghanistan. She had no idea how old Juan was, but she suspected that he was younger than she was. They caught each other’s eyes from day one. Their first liaison occurred almost by accident, when they were the last two workers left alone at the end of a shift on a Saturday. Maria was finishing her usual vacuum cleaning while Juan finished making the last bed. They then decided to take advantage of privacy and took their relationship to the next level. Maria was seduced by Juan’s gentle charm and gave in to their mutual desires. She also made it a point to go to confession right away after their shift – and their rendezvous – that first day. Maria’s initial misgivings about getting into a sexual relationship didn’t stop them from meeting the next time they worked together. Since then, their sexual encounters became an almost daily thing.

Angie frowned on workers having sex on the job, but it wasn’t forbidden. The only thing forbidden was to use either The Tank or The Bog. Maria had no intention of doing so anyway. Even with the potential for great erotic pleasure, she thought the whole idea behind sinking was just icky. Cleaning crew workers got permanent Visitor Passes, and Maria, like many of the others, stuck around on a couple of occasions to watch and observe the activities. She wasn’t impressed. She wasn’t repulsed, either, but she was sure that none of the activities there were “for her”. The sex part was ok with her, but not the idea of doing it in front of others. And the appeal of being submerged in quicksand or some other substance in The Tank or The Bog was lost on her. Besides, it would cost her $50 to give it a try. No thanks.

Maria tried to see Juan at the beginning of her shift but never spotted him. Juan must have the day off, thought Maria. All the other workers had already left, and Maria was only about 10 minutes away from finishing her vacuum cleaning. Except for the noise from her Hoover, the place was empty and quiet. A large digital clock near the entrance to the locker room showed the time at 3:40pm. The earliest any other workers arrived would be a little after 4:00pm when the cook and servers would come in. This was normally the time when Maria and Juan would get together.

Just then her vacuum cleaner stopped. She looked to see if she accidentally hit the switch, but she had not. She looked along the cord and saw that it had been pulled out of the wall socket. She made sure the switch was off and went to plug it back in. Just as she reached the outlet, she felt someone come up from behind her and cover her eyes with his hands.

Maria smiled. “Juan! I didn’t think you were here today!” But the man didn’t say anything. Maria tried to turn around to give Juan a kiss, but the man holding her tightened his grip and kept her facing away from him even as he took his hands from her eyes. “Juan?” The hands on her were uncharacteristically strong and forceful, but whoever it was made no attempt to touch her sexually. Maria tried to look back to see if it was Juan or someone else, but she was roughly prevented from doing so.

“Juan, what’s going on?” she asked, trying to wriggle out of his grasp. It was getting obvious to Maria that this wasn’t Juan. Her attacker was forcing her to walk towards the bed closest to The Bog, where she assumed she was going to be raped. But the attacker made no such advances. He only maintained a forceful grip that kept her facing away from him and didn’t say a single word. He also avoided what Maria thought was their destination, sidestepping the bed and heading for the short step up to The Bog. “Stop! You’re hurting me!” Maria was a strong woman, but this attacker was much stronger.

Maria screamed as loudly as she could. No one answered, but what surprised her more was that her attacker made no move to silence her. Maria tried planting her feet at the bottom of the step that led to the control panel by The Bog, but the attacker changed his grip to reach down and grab one thigh and lift her onto the level with the surface of The Bog. Maria tried taking advantage of the change in his hold to hit him with her elbows, but it accomplished nothing. She felt herself being picked up and carried toward the quicksand pit itself. “No! Stop!” she yelled as she was half pushed, and half kicked into the mire.

It had been barely 15 seconds since the attack began, and Maria was now thigh-deep in quicksand and sinking. The push had her almost face-planted and her arms were coated in liquid clay. She managed to get herself vertical and tried to move towards an edge. Whoever threw her in knew the layout and irregular shape of the quicksand pit, picking a spot that was very nearly the center point. Moving at all was very difficult. Moving close enough to an edge to rescue herself was completely impossible.

Maria managed to get turned around enough to look back and try to see her attacker, but either the person had left or was hiding somewhere that she couldn’t see. It was obviously not Juan. In fact, as far as she knew, she was completely alone in the building. The clock by the locker room displayed 3:42pm. Then it hit her. Maria was not only sinking in quicksand without a rope or an attendant, but there wouldn’t be a rescuer available for at least 20 minutes. From what she observed and what Angie had told her, a quicksand sink typically took between 3 and 4 minutes depending on how you entered. Being thrown in probably meant that she was now less than 3 minutes from death.

“HELP ME! SOMEBODY!” she yelled. “Please,” she pleaded, trying to speak to her assailant, “get me out! Let’s talk! I don’t know what I did but I need to get out!” There was no response, and she could see no movement. Panic was settling into her voice. “Por favor sáquenme de aquí. ¡Podemos hablar!” Her heavily accented English didn’t work, so she decided to try Spanish. Still no response. There wasn’t any sound other than the echoes of her own voice. Why wouldn’t her attacker stick around to watch her die?

The quicksand was surprisingly warm. Though she was terrified, the mixture of clay, volcanic ash, and water felt really good on her bare legs. She wasn’t wearing any underwear in anticipation of meeting Juan, so when she had sunk to her exposed womanhood beneath her billowing skirt, she realized what all those customers were raving about. But the erotic sensation was cancelled out by the fear she felt. She read stories about how the impending doom of drowning stimulated some women’s sensitive parts even more. The quicksand felt nice, and she was turned on by it, but she was also more scared than she had ever been in her life.

“What did I do?” called Maria. She had to assume that the man who threw her in the quicksand was still in the building somewhere. But if he was, he remained strangely silent. Maybe he did leave, thought Maria, but how did he get out without her hearing it? The back door that led to the employee parking lot was only 40 feet away and in her line of sight. In the dimly lit building, she would have been able to see if anyone left. The front door and the side door by the kitchen were both locked. They were also almost all the way across the building from where she was sinking.

“Please! Por favor! Somebody! Is there anyone here? I’m sinking in quicksand, and I can’t get out!” She tried moving again, but with her hips submerged there was simply no way to do that. The quicksand climbed her waist and belly and approached her large breasts. They, too, were bare underneath her dress, so she couldn’t even leave a signal for someone to see by taking off her bra and leaving it on the surface. Maria’s struggles made her sink faster, so she kept still and tried to move her legs to slow her sinking down. But although she did succeed in slowing things down a little, the sinking did not stop. Her approaching death was getting very close.

Whoever did this to her was apparently not going to tell her why, and so she was going to die without knowing the attacker’s motives. So senseless, thought Maria. She began to cry as the quicksand covered her breasts and climbed the scoop neck of her dress, heading for her shoulders. “Please,” she pleaded through tears. “I don’t want to die!” She thought of robbery as a motive, but her purse contained very little cash. Her bank card and credit cards weren’t worth much either. Her phone was in her purse too, and the purse itself was in a locker in the locker room. There was no escape. Within about a minute, probably less, she was going to drown.

Breathing was getting difficult as much of her body was under the surface. The mire closed in over her shoulders and began the final climb up her neck. Maria tilted back her head like the customers who did this willingly. It wasn’t that the sensation of the all-over hug wasn’t pleasant; on the contrary, the quicksand was giving her almost as much pleasure as Juan’s foreplay did. But knowing that she was seconds away from dying took all the pleasure away for her. Through her tears, she began to pray. “Padre nuestro que estás en los cielos, Santificado sea tu Nombre. Venga tu reino Hágase tu voluntapplthth…,” but the mud covered her mouth before she could finish. She took one last breath through her nose just before she submerged completely. Her long brown hair followed her consumed face into the quicksand.

Under the surface, Maria finished the prayer in her mind, holding her breath as long as she could. But she knew she was delaying the inevitable, and she let her last breath go as soon as she silently finished praying. Bubbles from that breath reached the surface in a few seconds. Maria was in a dark, silent, crushing place when she instinctively tried to take in another breath, but this only hastened the intrusion of the quicksand into her lungs. She spasmed as her body tried to evict the intruder but she then lost consciousness and became still. Maria was dead and her body was 2 feet below the surface, her long brown hair floating with her like a halo. Her sinking slowed to a near stop. There was no indication on the surface that there was anyone below.