Post 185: His Car is Gone

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“Call the police!!” I blurted, finally bursting through Melissa’s door after possibly the most humiliating episode yet in my office…well, uh, top five, for sure. I had just rushed out of my apartment, down the stairs (barely registering the fact that the front doors into the atrium, from the parking lot, had been boarded up) and into the office. I’d stumbled into the waiting room and felt the shocked scrutiny of several of my long-time patients before I realized I was still naked, covered awkwardly only by the thin comforter I’d wrapped myself in earlier when bolting out of bed for Josie. I froze for a second in panic, feeling like this must be a dream, but soon found myself running again, past the front desk and Brittni’s giggles, towards-

“Oh my god sweetie what’s wrong!!” Melissa exclaimed, her eyes going wide with her own alarm as she stood abruptly from her desk, and stepped immediately around it towards me. I saw her eyes take me in, head-to-toe, trying to figure out what was happening, concerned but not nearly as confused as I.

“My CA-r’s gone!!” I cried, voice cracking again in my distress. Standing there barefoot, I had just staggered down several hallways teeming with my employees, new and old, while looking like a crazy man and not saying a word to them, obviously rushing towards Melissa. They had all been goggling at me wide-eyed, and if they’d said anything to me I hadn’t registered it; I was, inexplicably, being pulled by my own acute anxiety to the only person who I felt could help me, figure this out and fix things. My car was gone!!!

“Shh shh shh sweetie I know,” she said, relief having already washed over her face as she reached out her arms for me, still rushing to me where I stood, frozen, office door open behind me and several pairs of curious eyes gazing in at the scene. In a flash she had her arms around my head, and had pulled me in to a bosomy embrace. As my face mashed into her, unceremoniously sandwiched into her cleavage, I heard her whisper above me to someone standing now in the doorway behind me: “Go get a nurse,” Melissa instructed them, “and close the door.”

She was wearing a thinly-ribbed, high-necked sweater of soft, baby-blue. Short sleeves to expose her fit arms but her chest was thankfully covered modestly; still, though; I was immediately consumed by her softness and warmth. One hand was behind my head, the other snaked around my back, holding me fast to her. Once more I’d found myself in an absolutely inappropriate situation, too immediately intimate with my new Office Manager, my employee. But at that moment, in my acutely agitated state, I didn’t care. There was concern, sympathy and strength in her comforting hug, and I needed it. I hadn’t known at the time but I was still recovering from the effects of the treatment. I was a mess!! But…not too far out of it - even as I took my first big breath of her perfume - to realize what I’d just heard Melissa say:

“Wh-what do you mean, ‘you know’??” I asked, voice muffled into the softness of her chest. If she could see my face, she’d see my now-knitted brow.

“It’s been gone since Monday morning,” she explained, tenderly stroking the back of my head, “Sheryl had it taken away.”

My voice cracked a-goddamn-gain “Wh-wh-whATT!!?!!” I cried out, now trying to find the strength to pull away from her - but Melissa was too strong. She held me fast, tighter now, keeping me in place at her big bosom through my struggles.

Sheryl?!?? Sheryl my wife the woman who - aghhh!!! Sheryl had taken my car!?!

“Why?!?” I blurted, into her smothering chest, still struggling, now just half-heartedly, to pull away.

Melissa was intent on holding me until I calmed, and began to try to soothe me. “Shhhhh…shhhh…relax,” she cooed, holding me as I indeed started to quieten, “it’s okay. Take a deep breath…”

“o-okay but…” I was still agitated but I drew it in, a big inhale.

Mmmm ahhhhhh…

…that worked, hhhhmmm….a lungful of the warmth and perfume coming from Melissa’s chest did indeed soothe me, help me start to pull myself together. I took another, and felt my heartbeat start to slow. Another, more even breath, and my eyes fluttered.

“There you go...good boy,” she purred, petting my head in meed, “that’s better. Now, why don’t we go over and sit on the couch, so I can explain…”

Before I knew it - in fact, did I black out for a moment? - I was not only on the couch with her but sitting on her lap. Still wrapped in my comforter, swaddled up, half-reclined across her thighs but supported by her strong arms and looking up at her smiling face. My clenched hands held the blanket closed at my chest, and I’d begun to shudder in the ignominy.

What was wrong with me?? Was I still feeling the effects of my treatment, even into this next morning?? Why was I allowing this to happen?!? And…how did I fit this easy on her lap?!? But, another breath of her perfume - her right breast was just below my nose - and I settled back into passivity. If I allowed myself to forget what was happening, forget that I was still married, forget that Melissa was my employee and more than ten years younger than me, and forget that I was somehow sick with something that had shrunk me to the state where a woman could do this - hold me like a child on her lap…if I allowed myself peace with those things, I’d have been like a pig in shit, held in the comforting embrace of possibly the hottest, most well-built woman alive.

And, despite my consternations, I was partly there.

“Now,” she began, hoisting me up just a bit, settling me more comfortably on her lap, “your car was a company car, right?”

I looked up at her in blurry confusion. Were we still talking about that? I blinked at her, and maybe said something in reply.

“Well, Sheryl decided that - since you’re not an executive anymore, really, with the practice,” she explained, smoothing the blanket around my knees as I reflexively clenched it tighter to my chest, “well, that now you don’t need a company car. You don’t take it on company business, you’re employed just at the office…”

The look of tenderness and pity that washed over Melissa’s face told me everything I needed to know: I had just visibly melted in front of her eyes, there in her arms. It was like she was able to watch my ego shrinking up and collapsing in further upon itself, wrinkling up like an old shoe.

“Oh, shhhh, honey, shhhh…” she consoled me, now stroking my face with tender fingers, “that’s hard to hear, I know…”

‘Hard to hear’?? Oh, god. It was like I was, pants down, being emasculated right in front of her.

“And th-this happened on Monday?” I managed. It was Wednesday, currently. And no one said anything to me?? No one here, not Sheryl…not even a text?

“I guess you hadn’t noticed, huh?” Melissa asked, “You’ve got everything you need right here.”

“no I, uh…” I hadn’t driven, hadn’t had to, since…uhhh…last week sometime? For, oh yeah-!

“Rounds,” I offered, the petulant indignance plain in my voice as my ire rose. The nerve! Sheryl can’t do this! “What about rounds? At the hospital? I have to get there tomorrow morn-”

“We’ve already decided,” Melissa proffered, “one of the front desk girls will take you.”

“But-“

“Shhhh…” she hushed me, finger coming to my lips as she gazed down at me, sternly for a moment before - seeing I’d listened - her smile eased. “We can drive you anywhere you want, me and the other girls,” she volunteered, “we all have cars, we don’t mind, anywhere you need to go.” Her finger, still at my lips, was a temptation; even in my altered state though I knew I should not kiss it.

She booped my nose.

“Shopping, errands, just out for a drive,” she continued, running her finger now down over my lips, over my chin, onto my chest, “We’re all so happy to do it.”

What she was describing was just how dependent I was going to be on these girls. She knew I hadn’t the money for a new car - or even an old one. I couldn’t afford the insurance, the gas. I couldn’t afford taxis. I’d be totally dependent on others for rides.

“And, anyway,” she went on, eyes sparkling in good humor, drumming her fingers on my exposed collarbone, “Why do you need to go anywhere else? You have everything you need right here, we can bring it right to you. It might be nice.” She smiled down at me, enjoying how I was gazing up into her face as I floated in the feminine cloud of her perfume, luxuriated in the strength of her arms. “Did you get your groceries?”

“y-yes, thank you,” I said, meekly. Another thing I likely couldn’t have afforded - food - and she’d provided it for me. In sheepishness my gaze had slipped from hers, and had settled on her tits; her perfume invited it to stay.

“There’s lots of us now,” she reminded me, hand lazily rubbing my thin chest, drifting up to caress my wasted shoulders, “We’ll take care of you. If you really need to go somewhere, we can get you anywhere you need to be.”  Her arm looked so strong, well-muscled and healthy, as she felt my paltry, bony shoulder. Why did she look bigger? Or did I just, in my ignominious position, just feel smaller? “In fact,” she continued, “I think somebody has to take your clothes shopping soon. You’ve lost weight, you’re swimming in your clothes recently.” Her hand came to mine, made to start to pull them and my blanket away from . “In fact, what’s under th-“”

“N-no!” I yelped, clutching the comforter tighter to my chest. I was naked!! I had tried, earlier - when I’d heard the news about my car from Josie - to shoo the girl away, but she insisted on staying to put away my groceries. In my haste and panic, not knowing what to do but feeling I had to get to Melissa, fast, I’d forgone clothes.

“Haha no clothes under there?” she giggled, “And this is so thin, you must be chilly.” She took the edge of the blanket, began to pull it up higher. “Here, get your arms in there…” Dutifully, she helped re-wrap me, slipping my arms under the covers, easing them down my sides until my hands rested on my own hips. She tightened the blanket around me, pinning me in, effectively swaddling me on her lap.

“There you go,” she cooed, her voice taking on a teasing, maternal lilt that made my cock surge, “all snug as a bug in a rug!” Slipping her left arm under my legs, her right still behind my upper back in support, she re-hoisted me, hugging me into her curvy body again, cradling me easily. She smiled proudly down onto me and I remained quiet, any complaints having died on my lips already.

“Now, sweetie, let me tell you a few things about the construction, what’s happening today,” she said, as I enjoyed the soft rise and fall of her chest pressing into my side. When I’d rushed down the stairs earlier I had seen, I remembered now, how the front door to the building had been sealed off in the night. How had I not woken up, with the noise? Yesterday’s treatment - and Shanette - must have really zonked me out. “They’re taking out the front entrance, the whole atrium, knocking it all down, taking out a lot of the upper floor,” she continued, “patients will have to come in our side door near the breakroom. It’s just temporary. A big new entryway will be done within a couple weeks…”

Wait what? The front entrance gone? Taking out parts of the upper floor? What about-

“M-my apartment?” I asked, speaking for the first time in a while, “Is it-“

“Oh, no worries,” she assured me, “Your place will still be there, though they’re sealing off the hallways, taking them down soon too. The stairway will be gone by tonight, so you’ll have to use this…”

At that, Melissa turned at the hip just enough to redirect my gaze to the back corner of her huge office, where - something I somehow hadn’t noticed when I burst in earlier, in my panic - a new, small, spiral staircase of white metal lead up into the ceiling.

“Your place is basically right above this office, and that stair will show right up outside your door. So cool, huh?!” she beamed, obviously proud of this new development, “Now I can really keep a good eye on you!” With that she giggled, and with a jovial shake of my body in her arms, snuggled me closer.

My mouth had already gaped open in shock, and as I began to realize the implications of all this, I found my voice again. “S-s-so…to get to my apartment,” I began, hearing my voice quaver in my building distress, “I have to…to…to come through your office??” I had actually found the strength to make my voice rise, and kept it from cracking. “This is ridiculous!” The effort, though, brought stars to my eyes, and my head swam.

“Oh, shhhh, relax,” Melissa purred, trying to mollify me with another hug, resting her chin on my head, “you’re just feeling cranky, tired after last night. Didn’t Shanette take good care of you?” As my vision cleared, my eyes went back to Melissa’s bosom; I could see her bra through her sweater, and remembered her friend’s attentions yesterday evening. As big and soft as Shanette was, Melissa was that much bigger. “I know, this is all a lot,” she continued, “But, did you see my Insta post? With my kitty? All the comments?”

“y-yes…” I peeped, cowed. She was reminding me of a picture she’d posted a few nights ago, her cat nestled into her hair…and the reaction it had gotten.

“Most men these days would love to be cared for by women like this, given some place to be, safe and warm,” she said, “and that’s the way it’s going to be. Someday I’ll make a whole new nest for you, but for now you can sleep tight knowing we’re all down here, taking care of things. Keeping you upstairs, where we know you're safe.” Her voice had taken on a maternal, gentle tone, become a cradle song, and like a lullaby it was making my eyes heavy. But, the world had begun again to swim around me, and even in her supportive embrace I felt like I was falling. What was happening??

“Are you okay, sweetie?” Melissa asked, concern knitting her brow again, “You look pale.”

“I…I don’t feel very good,“ I managed, becoming more and more woozy. The room, it felt, was falling away from under me, but just then I heard the door open behind me, someone enter.

“Oh, good, Morgan. You’re just in time,” I heard Melissa say, as if from high above me, “Sweetie, Nurse Morgan is here. She’s going to take you to an exam room, check your vitals.”

The thing I recall is Melissa shifting, and then standing, easily, with me in her arms. As I began to pass out, my head lolled towards the other woman, Morgan, who looked even huger than I remembered. She had her arms outstretched, a big smile on her face, and was stepping towards us…