"I... don't know what you mean," Margaret replied, still playing the conservative businesswoman - even with her silk blouse draped over the office furniture. I smiled at her pretence.
"I think you do, bitch," I countered. She flinched at the b-word and squirmed nervously.
"I've never..." she began.
"Then its about time you started!" I roared, "I don't want to fuck about giving instructions. I want to see the most erotic strip I've ever watched. I want you to make it so good, so horny and so slutty that I come in my pants watching you."
"And then you'll drop these allegations?" Margaret pleaded, looking for reassurance.
"And then we'll see what else you might like to do for me," I smiled cruelly. "Now strip."
Margaret swallowed nervously and began to sway in the manner of an early forties housewife trying to look sensual. She hitched her pencil skirt awkwardly up her smooth legs and I gave an appreciative whistle as I realised that she was wearing stockings with a garter belt. Margaret, you dark horse, who are those for, I wonder? Margaret blushed at my intrusive gaze.
Next she reached behind her back and began to unhook her bra. One catch undone. Two. Th...
Suddenly Margaret stopped.
"I can't do this," she confessed, "I feel stupid."
I sighed and picked up the incriminating paperwork from her desk. Then I walked back to my seat and sat down, leafing through it. I looked up at the trembling woman before me. With her neatly bobbed hair and tanned skin, she still looked the consummate professional. But with her skirt hitched up about her thighs and her bra about to ping, she was beginning to look encouragingly slutty too.
"You don't look stupid," I assured her, "you look hot. So much so that I almost feel like bending you over that desk and fucking your ass."
Margaret flinched again.
"I think that you will do anything to maintain that comfortable lifestyle of yours," I continued. "You've already embezzled from the company. You've tasted the forbidden fruit and you like it. I don't think you will stop now at any price. You will sink to any depth, do anything; no matter how crooked, or slutty or low. You just need a little encouragement..."
With that I pulled one of the papers from my collection and dropped it into the office shredder - which hummed into life and eagerly swallowed my offering, spitting innocent streamers into the bin. Margaret's eyes lit up. It hadn't occurred to the stupid bitch that I could as easily run off another copy from the system.
"Now," I advised my colleague, "I suggest that you shut up and get me hard. I don't want to see your mouth open again unless its about to wrap itself around my cock."
Margaret appeared to think for a minute. Eventually she seemed to reach a decision. I smiled in delicious anticipation. Would she continue her strip? Or would she go straight for my dick? |