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“And somebody to help satisfy executives
coming into town,”

“Sure,” I said charmingly.

“And she would have to come in pretty
early."

“I hate mornings, but it's a living.”

“And she would have to be naked.” Max paused
looking at me.

“What?” I said a little amazed, thinking I
had heard wrong.

Max laughed loudly. “I’m just bullshitting.”
I looked relieved. “Just a little naked and in anything, I want her
to wear.” I waited for a wink, but his serious look did not
diminish.

“Danna, I wonder if you could do the job I
want you too, you look afraid.” He wasn’t the man I remembered.
“You have no cause to be. I know your aspirations; we’ve been
stepping around this for years.”

“Okay, I think I know why you brought me
here, the first class flight, and the 90k for secretarial work.
Check it out I’m not a whore, and I won’t do anything your dirty
nasty mind has intended.” My aggressive nature was raising its ugly
head as I stepped to a wood paneled door. I made sure to swing my
ass in that sexy “I’m nobody’s whore, Max.”

“Yes you are Donna, and you’re going to love
it.”

“Excuse me?”

“Does your boyfriend know you're fucking
around on him?” My face went red. How could he know that?

“You may not realize that we are aware a lot
of the same people Donna. Your boyfriend plays for the Cleveland
Browns, and my partner’s uncle owns them. I hear you're quite an
animal when you’re being fucked by big dick black men on the
defensive line, and I hear you're also quite the dealer.
Apparently, you’ll do ANYTHING to keep up your locker room rights.
I also heard this wouldn’t be your first job where you expected to
be an obedient little slut; you also worked at another place where
you were passed around to whoever your man wanted you to
please.”

“That’s not true, you bastard.” He dropped
his head and grinned. I felt humiliation for what he knew about the
locker room event and wondered who else knew.

“Really, it’s not?” Max knew when I was
lying. “Let’s call him shell we and find out if he knows about all
these scandals.” He cooed, as he picked up his phone.

“Okay, Max.” I stopped him. “My boyfriend is
buying me a house in Florida for my birthday, and I don’t want to
have to give back my red Mercedes so, what do you expect me to do?”
I looked at him pleading him to make it simple and just let me go.
I don’t think I minded, though. We were both stripping each other
with our eyes. I didn’t want the position; I could work anyplace I
sought for at least 70k. I just loved being spoiled and my
boyfriend had a large dick.

“Tomorrow you will wear something a little
sexier than what you are now although I like the free show.” He
motioned to the light blue blouse that was mostly sheer where you
could visibly see my boobs hanging out of my bra. “Show me what
kind of panties you're wearing.” I hesitantly played the part he
had forced me into and stepped over to the desk. I slowly slid the
tight leather skirt over my ass revealing my stockings stuck tight
to my moist clit, the hot little garter belt, and my lacy white
underwear. He took my hips and yanked me forward.

“You're wet.” I felt embarrassed he had
caught me wet. I had been horny all evening and couldn’t wait to
get back to my room and masturbate. The situation in his office
wasn't helping. My scent floated through the room. He slid my
panties to the side and penetrated my lips. I jumped back somewhat
feeling my face flush.

“You're a nasty girl.” He stared up at me
devilishly. “Sign the papers out on the table and be here at 7 am.
Wear no stockings, something viciously short and a thong.” As he
snapped his orders to me, I pulled down my tight mini skirt and
moved for the door. Just as I thought he has no proof I fucked
those two defensive players, he said, “Oh and one more thing.” Max
clicked on television in his office of a tape of me begging for
more of that “big dick,” I didn’t even need to look to see what it
was.

The next morning was cold. I ran from the
taxi in my short skirt with no stockings on as I had been commanded
to wear. I clasped to my coat feeling my tits bouncing in the low
cut silky cloth of my blouse. I was mad he was making me do this
but excite at feeling; I didn’t have a choice. I climbed into the
elevator almost falling in ridiculously high heels. They were the
sluttiest heels I owned, and I thought that would please him, ready
to do anything to keep it all a secret.

I snorted a little when I felt a hand on my
butt cheek. I turned abruptly to see that same official from the
other day lustily staring at me.

“How are you, Miss Kitty?”

“I’m fine thank you.” I looked clenching my
teeth while trying to sweep his hand away, but it was already going
up my thigh. When my floor came, I drove out of the elevator
hearing a soft giggle from some of the men in the oversized space.
Great way to start the day, I could only imagine the embarrassing
things that Max had planned for me today.

He was already in a meeting, and I was
imposing again. He asked everyone to leave and looked at me.

“Why are you still wearing your jacket?” I
seemed surprised. It was cold in his office. He was in a suit, and
I was barely wearing anything.

“I’m cold Max.”

“Sir,” He snarled as he gazed at my coat.
“And it doesn’t matter if you're cold. Strip, bitch.”

“Strip? Please, Max, uh, Sir, don’t make me,
it's cold in here.”

“Now,” He relished in ordering. I gently
pulled the jacket off of my shoulders. I pulled down the zipper of
a very tight fitting dress revealing my curvy figure. My long hair
brushed my cheeks as I pulled down the tight, dark blue dress that
was indecently short. I stood with my hands on my waist daring him
to order me again. My nipples began to feel the effects of losing
the dress.

“Damn, you’re a stupid bitch. Why did you
carry a bra? And why are you gazing at me like a dumb whore, I said
strip. Take it all off.” I was a wee taken back by him calling me
names, but I agreed. I slid the straps of my sexy bra off my
shoulders one at a time. My boobs that had been bulging out of the
small cups were happy to be freed bouncing forward freely when I
unclasped the back. I slid my fingers down my belly to the string
of my thin black thong and pulled it slowly down my legs. I stood
naked before him trembling slightly. I started to remove my shoes,
but he told me to keep them on because he liked it.

“You know I almost phoned your boyfriend to
tell Frank how easily you agreed to my price.” He chuckled
mockingly as my mouth fell. “Relax, Kitty, I didn’t. I always knew
you had beautiful tits, but you’re a well-proportioned girl. Turn
around let me see that sweet ass.” I moved my mouth in objection
but decided just to do what he asked dutifully.

“Come here.”

I strolled slowly over to his desk swaying my
ass. “Bend over the table.” Max picked up his phone on the desk and
phoned an extension while I found myself vulnerably exposed over a
table. “Come to my office Sam.” I looked up at him. I didn’t know
he intended on inviting anybody else to engage in his sick
domination. He grinned when he saw the fear on my face. I chose not
to ask I was beginning to fear my new master.

Sam was the same dirty old bastard from the
elevator. Fuck. I stared back at Max urging him with my eyes to
stop while trying to hide my face in disgrace from Sam. He was
clearly enjoying seeing what his boss had asked me to do I noticed
an instant bulge start to appear in his pants. Maybe he uses
Viagra.

“Max…..please?” I begged out loud
imploringly, but I just sounded pitiful.

“Sam, I caught Miss Kitty being a very
naughty girl in the office. You have three girls, what do you do to
them when they were acting badly?”

My eyes got wide as he asked this dirty old
bastard to give the opinion on my “punishment.” Why, was he so bent
on embarrassing me, I thought. I hated Sam.

“Why, I would thrash them of course.”

“Well go on Sam teach this little whore a
lesson.” I looked back at Max shocked. I could feel my lower lip
shaking feeling like I was about to cry. I love sex, and I love
being dominated but this was so uncomfortable. I had never been
used like this by anyone. I had never been made into anybody’s
slave! I felt Sam’s presence behind me. His hand stretched far away
from my ass and landed hard on my butt cheek. I let out a screech.
He walloped me. I could feel the sting as he proceeded slowly to
hit me. If I were his daughter, I would never offend him ever
again. Maybe that’s why Max asked him to do it, or maybe he knew
that because it was an old bastard, it would be that much more
awkward for me. I was fast becoming what he wanted me to be; his
submissive office wench.

That dirty old fool kept this up for a couple
of minutes enjoying every cry he got me to let out. I could feel my
ass burning as it bounced back with every slap. The noise was so
loud, and I looked back to see Max smiling at my torture. Sam
rubbed my ass a little too cool the blush of my cheek. Max reached
out and took a handful of my hair yanking my head back. I cried out
with the immediate surge of pain. Sam probed my asshole a little
with his finger. I winced feeling him touch me in between my
cheeks. He slid his finger down to my lips where I heard him let
out a small giggle. I was soaking wet. He began slowly pushing his
finger into my dripping pussy and rubbed my bruised ass with his
other hand. He continued to smack my butt lightly. I squirmed, a
little as he continued to push a finger in and out of me. I felt
sick even though my body was reacting sexually. I looked forward
expressionless feeling my body involuntarily shift back on his hand
dripping with my juices. He used the juices from my pussy and
spread them in between my cheeks. He appeared intent on soaking my
anus and watching me writhe in anticipation. I hoped Max wouldn’t
let him fuck me. I shivered in disgust.

“Thank you, Sam. I think she’s very, very
sorry for what she did.” Sam didn’t stop. “Thank you, Sam I’ll see
you later in our meeting.” He reluctantly moved his hands off my
body. He stepped to the door but turned to grin at me before he
opened the door and left. He nodded to Max.

“Max….How could you…” I protested loudly.

“Shhhh. If you didn’t like it then why are
you so wet?” He said seductively. “And if I have to order you one
more time to call me sir I’ll fuck you in the ass, myself. Go type
this.” He threw some papers at me. I reached for my clothes. He
looked up at me and jerked my clothes from my hands. He opened a
closet and threw the clothes behind the door. I couldn’t believe
when he removed a key and locked it. I turned and started to
whisper about how ludicrous he was being.

“What? What did you say, Donna?” The rage in
his voice made me nervous. I couldn’t believe this old buddy had me
so frightened and powerless.

“What are you complaining about? Just
remember you caused this on yourself by being such a whore.” It was
then that I noticed how aroused he was.

“Come over here….on your knees.” He undid his
belt, and I thought for sure he was going to unleash that beast
from his pants. “On all fours like a dog,” he scolded. “Now turn
around.” I was uncertain what he was going to do I thought he was
going to make me suck his dick.

He started to hit my ass with his belt. I had
already taken so much, but this totally broke my spirit. I cried as
he cemented the pain I felt. When he commanded me to turn around,
he saw the tears in my eyes. “Oh Kitty, come here.” He showed some
pity guiding me into his strong arms and stroking my hair. “You
understand, don’t you? I’ve needed you for so long, and I know you
needed me to. It is your punishment for taunting me all those
years. Now you know what it feels like. You’re an amazingly sexual
woman that has experienced being a slut. Now you're going to learn
how to serve one guy and you’re going to do anything I tell you.
Understand?” I nodded dejectedly. “Now suck my dick.” I could feel
his shaft poking my tits as he held me. I slid down to my knees and
opened his pants revealing his rod. I felt myself spurt a little
knowing how much I loved sucking dick and being ordered made me
crazy.

He wrapped his hand around his cock and with
the other took me by my hair. “Open your mouth Kitty, and put your
lovely little lips around my prick.” I opened and let him slide his
rod down into my throat. I heard myself moan softly, as he guided
his dick in and out. I tried to stroke his head with my tongue and
flicked the head. It proved tough as he was so far down my mouth. I
looked up at him to see if I pleased him. I wanted to stare at him
while sucking him but he, brutally handled my head, forcing back
down on his cock. He groaned plunging deeper into me. He yanked out
of my mouth, his pre-cum and my spit all over him. I understood I
still had my mouth open anxious for more slightly dribbling at the
sight of the river of fluid from my mouth to his throbbing dick. He
had stopped to look at the seat on the other side of the desk.

My phone started to ring. Max had left my
coat on the seat when he ripped my clothes off me. We both looked
up at my jacket vibrating and illuminating. It stopped ringing. I
remembered quickly, how I had called my lover last night leaving
him a very, stressed message. He looked at the coat while making a
motion to push my head back down on him. As he studied the
situation; I continued to do the work I was hired to do. I
tightened my grip on him, sucking in my mouth to create an enormous
pressure around his prick. Max reaction was the one I desired, and
I felt him grow harder as he pushed deeper and deeper into the
taught muscles of my throat. I let his head rest on my tongue,
stroking his rod while working up motion.