The Loop - S01 E02

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The Loop - S01 E02

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 2

Alex gets to work late and pays the price..

Mrs. Amber was not her real last name but it was long and full of weird tongue twisting words. Mrs. Sprakkur-Tikdrusla does not roll off the tongue. So she uses her first name. There is something even more powerful using it. Gives her more control as she uses our last name.

Twenty seven minutes late. To her this is my third time this week I was late, but really, I have not made it on time in any loop. I get to my small office at the end of the hall and close the door. I hang up my jacket and quickly head to my desk. I click the button to turn on the computer as I sit. Maybe today I started thinking but the door opens.

“Mr. Simpson, I see you are late again,” she says as she slides into my office. I started to speak but she continues to speak. “This is the third time this week, correct?” Before a yes can escape my lips she continues. “How am I to run a business if one of my employees keeps coming in late?” The question hung in the air as she closed the door behind her and the dull sound of the lock being engaged.

“I’m sorry. Traffic was a bear today,” I said, trying to be as upbeat as I could. Fighting to put a smile across my face. I have heard stories of people who have gone on her bad side. Shit, I was one of them in a few loops. My ass was beaten raw.

Well Mr. Simpson, maybe you should have left a bit earlier. You know to beat the traffic.” She crossed the room with a predatory grace. Smooth and sleek in her black pumps. Her legs glide effortlessly in her midnight grey pencil skirt. The blazed unbuttoned showing off the low-cut cream top. Letting all see that god gifted her one fine assets and she used it to her advantage to get what she wanted. Her long red hair fell in curves down over her shoulders. Her face is covered in freckles that make her green eyes stand out.

As she sat on the edge of my desk I thought of the saying about redheads and how they will steal your soul. This one will do it just because.

“Umm,” I shuttered. In past loops she was never this forward. “See I was helping my little old landlady this morning. It was big so she needed my help.” Nerves building as I spoke.

“That is very considerate of you Mr. Simpson, but in the future, you could help her after work,” she responded. Her right leg crossed over her left. She let the pump dangle back and forth from her toes.

I don’t think Mrs. Tomas would understand if I told her she needed to wait until after work but saying that would not be a smart move with Mrs. Amber.

My eyes locked on the heel as it rocked back and forth. The black caught the light at the right moment. Shining up into my face. If she noticed she didn’t say anything. What she said did surprise me. “Do I make you nervous Mr. Simpson?”

The question was out of the blue, so my mind didn’t have an answer ready for her. “Because you sure seemed nervous, and you should be. Me being your boss. I could dock your pay for being late. How does that sound?”

“Not good,” my words came out softly as I followed the bouncing high heel.

“I could suspend you without pay. Is that a better option?”

“No,” my words sounded so distant in my own ears.

“How about a fire you Mr. Simpson. You have been late a lot over the last few months.”

“Please no,” no fight in my words. My words should be.. should be something but what. My mind is groggy. Hearing her words but not processing them correctly.

“You do not have to worry Mr. Simpson. I have a better solution for you. It is called the Omega Project. I think you would be a perfect candidate for it. What do you think?” Her words are thick and sweet like honey.

“Yes Mrs. Amber,” I said almost in a whisper.

“Good, no time like the present to start.” She pushed off the desk and lowered herself over me. Our faces are about a foot apart. From this angle I could see down her shirt, but those magically green eyes kept mine locked on them. “Now just listen to my words.”

What was going on? Words drifted around me, but they only came into my mind as sound. I was able to make out a word or two here and there. Relax, drift, sink. Words dancing around me as I stare deeply into the emerald pools of her eyes.

“Relax now Alex,” her words begin to become clear. “Let your body relax as you listen to me”. I could feel all my muscles loosen at that moment. My body sank deeper into the chair. “Sink for me. Let your stress go. Let it go and be replaced with calmness. As the calmness takes you, your mind sinks deeper. As your mind sinks deeper you give it over to me. You know it is the best thing for you. Let your conscious mind drift so I can train your subconscious one. Let me in to train it. Train it to understand that it wants to be obedient. That being obedient is the best way to feel pleasure. And pleasure is the way to serve me in the Omega project.” My mind tried to follow but it was like it was molasses. The words bypass my conscious mind and go deeper.