Kristina stood staring in the mirror trying to convince herself that she was ready for this. She’d been working at Blackwell & Collins for a while now, and she had finally gotten the call she had been waiting for. Mr. Blackwell had called a meeting with her to discuss the Jones account.

The Jones account was one of the biggest pieces of business to come into their office and Mr. Blackwell himself was brokering the deal, and now he was asking for her help. Finally, all her hard work would pay off. She’d done everything and anything she could to make a name for herself at the firm. She’d worked nights and weekends sacrificing any hint of a social life all to progress her career.

She’d received the meeting invite the day before. It was relatively straight forward with the title “Jones Account” but no details. She’d had a few opportunities to work with Mr. Blackwell as part of a team, but never alone. She was thrilled to see that the meeting notice only had two invitees, she and he.

She pulled out her favorite lip gloss and slid the wand slowly across her lips giving them a wet sultry look. She ran her fingers through her sable wavy locks, liking the way the slight curls felt as they bounced and swept across her bare shoulders. She then walked across the bathroom to her closet to find the perfect outfit to wear.

To Kristina, her wardrobe was part of her arsenal with each piece serving a purpose. She always dressed to impress whether it was a big meeting, a typical workday, or a casual Friday. Normally, she tended toward the reds, a power color, but today she opted for a warm satiny sapphire blue shell to wear. She decided to pair that with her black tailored suit jacket and knee-length pencil skirt. Wearing blue conveys confidence, a sense of trust and loyalty, everything she wanted Mr. Blackwell to think about her.

She pulled open her lingerie drawer to find the perfect matching compliment, a royal blue and black lace balconette bra and matching boy shorts. It was her little secret. Wearing delicate and decidedly feminine unmentionables made her feel self-assured, sexy and even giving her a flirtatious swagger when she walked. She smiled to herself for a moment briefly forgetting her nervousness and almost feeling sorry for Mr. Blackwell. He wouldn’t know what hit him!

The day seemed to drag on more unbearably so than usual. Mr. Blackwell set the meeting time for 6:00 p.m., not unusually late for a man known to be married to his job. Kristina spent most of the day glancing at her email, but not really reading it. She opened and reread the meeting notice as if it would magically change or reveal something more about what they were going to talk about. Slowly, the hours ticked by until finally it was time.

Kristina stood in front of the elevators and pushed the up button. As she waited, she looked into the mirror finish of the elevator doors, pulled out her lip gloss from her pocket and touched up her lip gloss. The doors opened, and she stepped in, her heart racing as she pushed the button for the twenty-fifth floor. She knew full well that the next hour could make or break her career.

Deep breaths… just deep breaths, she told herself. With that, she threw her hair back, straightened her shoulders and waited for the doors to open.

The elevator opened into a cavernous marble and wood hallway leading towards the partners’ offices. As she approached the formidable oaken double doors to his office, she noticed that his executive assistant’s desk was empty. Her laptop was gone, meaning she’d most likely left at five with the majority of the staff. Kristina became acutely aware of the sound of her high heels clicking on the stone floor. The sound reverberated off the walls, making her self-conscious like she was encroaching into forbidden territory. Mentally, she chastised herself for letting her nerves get the best of her.

With any of her clients or business partners, Kristina prided herself on being able to hold her own. She bravely faced any challenge she was given and did well at it. However, something about Mr. Blackwell intimidated her to her core, unnerving her in an odd way she couldn’t describe. Richard Blackwell was a self-made man, several years her senior. He was a man of few words, more of action, but when he did speak, he went straight for the heart of the matter. There were no platitudes or sugar coating from him.

If she were honest with herself, she did find him attractive. His hair was mostly dark; except for a few wisps of gray winding its way through it and his eyes were a deep chocolate brown. He kept in shape playing polo and with a league of executives on the weekends. She’d seen him once without a shirt at a company picnic when he volunteered for a dunking booth for charity. She remembered vividly how nicely his abs looked especially for a man his age. The sudden thought of her bare-chested boss sent an involuntary shiver of excitement through her.

Stop it! She chastised herself. Pull yourself together. Don’t blow this. Kristina took a deep breath and soundly knocked on the office door.

“Come in.”

Kristina entered the office and saw Mr. Blackwell seated at his desk. The walk to his desk felt like it was over a mile. As she approached the butterflies in her stomach became almost unbearable. Mr. Blackwell was laid back in his office chair, clearly talking to someone on the phone. As she approached, she took him in. He was wearing a white dress shirt with a deep crimson tie.

A power color, she noted.

His black jacket was draped across the back of the chair as he swiveled to and fro looking a bit annoyed. He motioned for her to sit in one of the arm chairs facing his enormous desk. She politely took a seat. She placed her hands in her lap and glanced around the office, trying not to eavesdrop on their conversation.

The room was extremely large, flanked by windows on two sides with a gorgeous view of the city. The rest of the room was warm, with wood panel walls and floors with an old world European feel. A grand bookcase was in the corner, covered in books and various objects d’art. Besides the chairs in front of the desk, there was a black leather couch on the opposite wall from the private washroom designed to look like a hidden panel.

“Sorry about that.” Kristina practically snapped to attention, her eyes staring wildly at the sound of Mr. Blackwell’s voice. “A former colleague of mine. I can’t ever seem to have a short conversation with him.”

“Quite alright sir,” she managed to eke out. Her throat felt dry all of a sudden.

Mr. Blackwell stood up from his chair, picked up a folder and put on his reading glasses. Oddly, she noticed that he kept them perched on the end of his nose to read. He started to walk around the desk, all the while intent on whatever he was reading.

“I’ve been reviewing your file. Interesting... Your supervisors have been very complimentary of your work.” Kristina began to beam with pride, her confidence building at the compliment.

“They have noted… however… that you aren’t as aggressive as your colleagues in pursuing new accounts,” he continued.

Kristina’s felt like she’d be socked in the stomach, her self-assurance fleeting. It was one of her weaknesses, not being aggressive enough, and she knew it. It was something she had to work on constantly, struggle with, but there it was in black and white for her boss to read.

“But…” his voice trailed off, leaving her a bit of hope in his coming statement. “I have noticed that your clients are more satisfied. It seems that you do everything in your power to make them happy. Retention is just as important as new business.”

She exhaled in relief, physically relaxing for a moment and praying he didn’t notice. All at once, she began to feel a heavy presence behind her. He’d moved directly behind her chair without her noticing. He reached over her shoulder to put the file and his glasses on the desk. His arm came so close it caused her hair to brush against her face and make her nerve endings tingle. He then brought his hand back and placed both firmly on her shoulders. Her heart quickened at his touch, and suddenly the room became uncomfortably warm.

He bent down and whispered in her ear, “You like to please people, don’t you Kristina?”

The heat from his breath made the hairs stand up on the back of her neck. She clenched her hands together, unable to form a coherent thought in her head.

“I want you to do something for me, something that will make me very happy.” He paused again, leaving her to wonder what it is he could possibly want.

“Stand up.” His monotone voice was disturbingly flat and even.

It took a moment to register what he’d said. Her thoughts seemed scattered. Mindlessly she stood up like a robot and turned to face him. “Good. Now take your clothes off,” he said matter-of-factly as if commenting on the weather. There was no hint of a joke nor was it harsh. Kristina just stood there seemingly powerless as she stared doe-eyed at Mr. Blackwell.

What? I couldn’t have heard him right. The thought flashed in her mind that she imaged it. Maybe she didn’t eat enough today and was light headed. He had to have said “take your jacket off” or something. He just wants me to be more comfortable, she reasoned.

She took her jacket off and carefully placed it on the chair next to her then faced him again.

“Now the rest.” His powerful voice sounded more like an order, this time, insistent as if he was losing patience with her. The logical part of her brain kicked in and started to scream at her.

Leave! This isn’t right. You should go NOW!

Even so, something about his commanding presence made her pause. Unconsciously, she lifted up her top over her head and placed it on the chair with her jacket.

What am I doing?! Her body was acting on autopilot; all logic threw out the window. She looked to him for approval. A small smile graced his lips, egging her on. Despite her misgivings, she couldn’t help but want to please him. She was reaching for the clasp on her bra when his silky voice stopped her cold.

“No, leave the bra on,” he purred. “I like the way it makes your tits look Kristina. Very sexy indeed.”

She blushed with her entire body at the compliment. Despite herself, she wanted, no, maybe even needed more praise from him. Slowly, she unzipped her skirt and started to slide it off, leaving on her high-heel shoes and thigh-high black hose. She looked up and caught his eyes as she ran her finger inside the top of her panties, teasing him a little. She saw a glint of approval, which only urged her forward. She then placed both hands on her hips, carefully slid them down and caught the waist band with her thumbs.

She watched him captivated by his reaction as she slid them down and off onto the floor. He let out an audible groan, and he shifted his belt slightly clearly adjusting himself as he was getting harder. He looked her up and down surveying her like a prize statue in an auction. His intense gaze sent a wave of heat through her and a tightening in her belly.

Purposefully he walked towards her with his hand outstretched. He playfully twisted the hair on her shoulder and brushed it back. Next he slipped a finger underneath the bra strap and gently slid it down her arm. When he did, her nipple began to peak through the black lace at the top of her bra.

He reached up one hand to cup the still covered breast, while he lowered his head to take the lace covered nipple into his mouth. Kristina sighed as she felt his scorching mouth lave at her erect nipple. He started off gently at first, teasing her almost, circling the tip with his tongue . With the other hand, he kept up a constant massaging motion, kneading her breast beneath the fabric. Kristina leaned forward into him desperately wanting more contact. He answered her by slipping his hand beneath the cup of her bra to massage her aching breast while tenderly biting and sucking on the other.

She could feel the heat between her legs growing, a sense of need building inside her. She wanted more, but he kept up his exquisite assault on her breasts. He took a moment to stop and look up at her to see the sweet agony on her face. He then lowered her other bra strap, this time enough to bare her breasts before he renewed his intimate siege. Kristina, with her hands on his shoulders, threw her head back and unabashedly begged for more.

Mr. Blackwell then stood up, his erection rubbing against her belly through his pants as he did.

“Get on the desk. Now,” he growled.

Without a word, Kristina did as she was told, placing her bare bottom on the cold hardness of the desk. He moved towards her, coming between her legs and spreading them with his hands. His touch ignited her skin as he reached her inner thighs.

“Lay back,” his gruff voice tinged with desire.

Kristina laid her head back obediently until she was lying completely on the unforgiving, hard wood with the desk blotter under her head like a pillow. She caught herself holding her breath waiting anxiously for whatever came next. She could feel him eyeing her, studying her; her legs bared open to the world for what seemed like an eternity. She had a fleeting thought to close her legs, but she didn’t dare.

Eventually, she felt his fingers caressing her inner thigh, languidly inching his way up to her sensitive mound. Teasingly, he traced her outer lips with his thumb, grazing her opening, but not giving her the pleasure of entering just yet. He carefully advanced on the soft auburn down between her legs. Mischievously, he tickled her with each pass of his fingertips. Kristina’s body was inflamed, thirsting for him to end his seductive game, but she knew he was far from done.

“I want you wet for me Kristina.” His voice sounded a million miles away as she lay there helplessly at his mercy. “Are you wet?” His voice trailed off as if into the distance.

Dazed, her body on fire, she feebly managed to breathlessly reply, “Yes!”

“That’s a good girl.” His velvet tone and approval only made her body twinge with excitement and ecstasy. “Behave and I’ll give you what you want.”

Mercifully, his fingers deftly breached her swollen lips, gliding along her soft, slick folds.

“Mmm… very wet. I love that I can get you this hot. But I’m going to get you even hotter Kristina.”

He continued his tortuous stroking, leisurely taking his time to explore her fully. When he got close to her opening she instinctively thrust up, dying for him to penetrate her. Cruelly, he pulled out of her, leaving her to whimper slightly at the loss of his touch.

“No. I’m not ready for you to have that yet.” His admonishing tone wounded her badly. “You won’t get it until I want you to. I promised I’d give you what you wanted, but you have to obey me. Do you understand? “

She couldn’t breathe at this point, barely able to contain herself. Her nails dug into the wood beneath her. Her body was throbbing, craving his touch like she’s never wanted anything so much before in her life! Sheepishly, she nodded her head in response, desperate to get back in his good graces.

“That’s a good girl. Patience, my dear,” his dulcet timbre reassuring her.

His fingers began to probe her again, continuing their tantalizing but cruel dance along her inner labia. He wickedly moved agonizingly slow just out of reach of her tender button. Then suddenly, she felt the pad of this thumb fondling her nub, massaging in a circle, applying ever so slight pressure each time around.

Kristina bit her lip, trying frantically not to move until he said so. As the bombardment of her senses continued she abruptly became aware of a new sensation. A blazing gust of air swept across her inner thigh. He laid a small kiss on the pouty lips of her pussy, flicking his tongue quickly inside. All the while, his finger continued the barrage on her greedy clit. With his other hand, he spread her wide and ran his tongue lazily through her wetness. Kristina began to moan softly as he lapped at her honey.

Her climax slowly started to build inside and she was fighting like mad to keep it at bay. Furiously she was battling the urge to thrust when he stopped, and she heard his melodic voice again.

“I want you to come for me sweetheart. Come inside my mouth. I want to taste you, all of you.”

He released the pressure of this thumb from her clit and replaced it with his mouth. Firmly he increased the suction as he gradually glided his finger inside her. Kristina arched her back, writhing in her fervor to push him as far into her as possible. Impulse took over and she shamelessly began bucking against his hand, his mouth continuing to suck on her bud.

She felt the energy build up in her abdomen and then spread throughout her body. Just as she was about to peak, he slipped another finger inside her, causing her to crest over the edge and releasing a flow of liquid heat from her body. She cried out as wave after wave of pleasure continued to hit her, but he would not relent in his sensual siege on her body. After what felt like forever, her body spent, he gradually eased up, allowing her poor, raw body to relax. He removed his fingers and took a last lap at her luscious cream. Panting, still shaking, she lay there quietly absorbing the gravity of what had just happened.

But her quiet respite wouldn’t last long.

“Sit up sweetie. We are far from finished.” His voice sounded like something out of a dream, a dream she didn’t want to wake up from.

Kristina raised her head gingerly off the desk, pure bliss coursing through her afterglow. Her skin felt tingly, and she was content if not somewhat intoxicated by the evening's events. Rising up and seeing the lustful look in his eyes stoked her passions once again. He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her towards him, her legs spread, her bare cunt rubbing up against the hardness in his pants.

She braced herself against his broad shoulders, and then latched on to pull him closer, but he braced his arms, and his strength kept her from reaching him completely. He was in control and not about to let her forget it. He raised his hand to her face deepening his gaze into her eyes. He leaned down and kissed her collarbone, then worked his way up her neck, searing her every inch of the way with his lips. He nuzzled her ear and gently nibbled her lobe while his hot breath made her juices start to flow again.

“Tell me you want me to fuck you,” he said almost breathlessly into her ear.

Kristina shifted her weight uncomfortably. The word seemed so crass, and she just couldn’t imagine actually asking for that. Nevertheless, her body was yelling out that she wanted this, no hurting for it!

“Say it.” There was a stern edge to his voice, but his demeanor remained calm. “I don’t like to be kept waiting Kristina. Tell me you want me to fuck you now!”

Not wanting to disappoint him, she acquiesced.

“Please… please… fuck me.” Her voice was barely above a whisper, but it was enough to satisfy him.

“That’s my girl. Come with me over to the couch. And remove your bra.”

Mr. Blackwell walked over to couch across the room and sat down; watching as Kristina removed her bra then traversed the room towards him. He looked pleased as the lacy undergarment hit the floor exposing her breasts to the air. Somehow she didn’t feel naked in front of him. She wanted his attention, his admiration. She reached him, just as he was unzipping his pants and releasing his manhood.

“I want you on top of me. Get on my lap.”

Dutifully she mounted him. His thick member slid easily into her soaking folds. She sighed in satisfaction as it went in, packing every inch of him inside her hungry body. She started to pull up, ready to set the pace, but he kept her still by holding her hips steady. When he was ready, he lifted her easily and smoothly and then thrust into her so quickly she gasped surprised by the force.

He then established an even speed, pumping her primed puss. He moved in and out at a constant tempo that both excited and frustrated her. Each advance of his cock only increased her demand as her muscles tightened around it, silently begging for him to increase the rhythm and slake her desire. But he wouldn’t indulge her. She threw her head back, clutching his shoulders as he continued to pound her methodically driving her to the brink of insanity!

In the back of her mind, somewhere beyond reality, Kristina heard something go “click.”

Instantly Kristina froze as another man’s voice infiltrated her carnal trance.

“Hey there Richard. Am I too early?” The man’s voice was composed and even toned without the slightest intonation of surprise.

Alarm and sheer panic took over. Immediately her flight instincts took hold as she tried in vain to dismount from his lap, but she was thwarted by his iron like grip on her waist. Confused and defeated all she could do was cross her arms and awkwardly attempt to cover her bare chest. Ashamed, she buried her face against Mr. Blackwell's shirt. Kristina could hear her heart thumping madly in her ears and felt a tsunami of embarrassment gushing over her drawing the blood from her face down to her toes.

“Bill, come in.” His voice sounded jovial, not shocked like she would have expected. “You’re just in time.”

Kristina heard heavy footsteps on the floor as the stranger approached them. She could almost feel his gaze brazenly surveying her exposed body.

“So this must be the girl you've been telling me about Richard.” The stranger's voice had a bit of a southern twang to it, his words oozing off his tongue like a used-car salesman. “I see you didn't exaggerate on how pretty she'd be.”

“Sit up Kristina,” said Mr. Blackwell.

Kristina looked up into his face, her mouth agape and her eyes as big as saucers in a silent plea that went unheeded. Mr. Blackwell released her hips and took hold of her biceps, maneuvering her to sit upright and forcing her arms down by her side. Her arms squeezing tight against her only made her breasts more pronounced. Trying to put on a brave face, she held her head high, but averted her gaze to the wall behind him.

“Kristina. This is Bill Jones of Jones and Associates. I've been telling him about you, and he expressed an interest in working with you.” She would have sworn but the way he spoke they were in a board meeting and not just caught in a particularly compromising position! Then a stinging realization hit her. Mr. Blackwell knew Mr. Jones was coming!

From the corner of her eye, she saw that Mr. Jones came to stand beside her. He was a tall man, easily towering over her and most certainly eyeing the rest of her as he did. Involuntarily her nipples rose into stiff peaks at the thought of his intimate inspection. She could see that he wore brown cowboy boots, broken in from years of use, plus faded blue jeans. With a concerted effort she forced her gaze in his direction to take in the rest of him.

He was sporting a light-blue button-down shirt and camel colored sports coat. To top it all off, he wore a tan cowboy hat. His hair was graying more than Mr. Blackwell's, and his face had a few more wrinkles, making Kristina guess that he was at least ten years older than her boss. He was grinning from ear to ear as he lorded over her. He was fidgeting with his hand in his pocket, stroking himself. A surge of self-satisfaction washed over her briefly. She felt a twinge of arousal between her legs just knowing the tantalizing effect she was having on him. Then cold hard reality struck as she was brought down to earth again by the logical part of her brain.

What's happening to me? Her mind raced trying to make sense of her feelings. I'm on display like a common whore, and I'm not doing a damn thing about it except making this guy even hornier! He is the firm's biggest client and there is no way I'll ever be able to work with him now! This is a disaster!

Before her thoughts could carry her way too much further she felt Mr. Blackwell's touch. This time his hand was on her jaw bone lightly stroking it with his thumb. She closed her eyes at the tenderness of his ministrations and soon found his lips on hers. He started out gently at first, romantic even, playfully nipping at her bottom lip. He enveloped her with his mouth and his enthusiasm heightening her delight.

She became lost in the sensation. She returned his kisses and raised the intensity to match his as they continued to devour each other’s mouths with a voracious appetite. All sense was lost, and nothing mattered in that moment. He slipped his tongue into her, probing and exploring.

Without warning, her fantasy abruptly ended when icy, wet, probing fingers between her cheeks sent a jolt of electric shock through her system. Kristina immediately bolted upright, drawing in a sharp breath and clenching her buttocks in defense against the invader.

“Whoa, pretty lady,” the cowboy’s voice came from over her shoulder. “I’m not going to hurt you. The lube helps. Trust me darlin.” His southern drawl sounded almost soothing.

Kristina was blindsided. She had no idea that Mr. Jones was anywhere in the room, let alone kneeling behind her. Then she saw it. Sitting on the couch next to Mr. Blackwell was a neatly stacked pile of clothes; a pair of blue jeans and a Stetson on top. His boots sat mockingly on the floor within arm’s reach. She was so enraptured in what Mr. Blackwell was doing; she never gave a second thought to Mr. Jones.

How could she be so stupid?! She chastised herself. What the hell was she doing here? What on earth did they think they were doing?

Yet again, before reason took hold, Mr. Blackwell started coaxing her back into his web. He lowered his head to nuzzle her neck and pepper it with light kisses, moving up to her ear and seductively nibbling her earlobe.

“Easy Kristina.” He spoke softly as if he were talking to a frightened animal. “That's why he's here. He wants you and you're going to let him have you, aren't you?”

Eyes closed, her body still under his hypnotic spell, she meekly begged, “Please... No.”

Undeterred as if he'd never heard her, he replied, “It won't hurt for long. You'll like it. I know you will. You'll make us both very happy.”

Mr. Blackwell's mouth felt divine, assuaging her fears and mollifying her. Reluctantly, but dutifully she reached behind her back and opened herself up to him.

She heard the cowboy's voice again, “That's my girl. Now just try to relax, and I'll go slowly. I promise.”

Kristina shut her eyes even tighter bracing for the pain to come. She'd never done anything like this before, never contemplated it. She felt dirty, but that feeling was tempered by a sense of curiosity and desire to gratify both men. The first sensation she felt was of the chilled, wet tip of his member as he started to breach her tiny opening. He stopped when he heard her inhale sharply, her body tensing trying to become accustom to his girth.

“Relax, baby. It's alright. You're going to be just fine.” The cowboy's voice a calming influence; she nodded her head to signal him to continue.

Carefully, he continued his advance taking it slow and easy as he entered her. Kristina felt a bit uncomfortable as he stretched her, but not as much pain as she’d feared. Mr. Blackwell slipped his hand between them and down her abdomen to her mons. His fingers descended into her juicy heat and found her clit and devoting his full attention to it.

Meanwhile, the cowboy was asserting himself inside her. Occasionally he'd have to stop as her body reacted to this tender invasion, and she’d spasm slightly as she adjusted. She could feel him inside her as well as Mr. Blackwell. His cock was hardening and twitching inside her as he continued to massage her. Finally, he was fully inside with his balls resting against her backside. A feeling of this strange yet wonderful fullness consumed her. It was a feeling she'd never had before and didn't even know existed. She became unbearably aroused sandwiched between two such powerful men!

“You ready Bill?” asked Mr. Blackwell as he released his hand from her dampness.

“Definitely.”

With that both men started to withdraw, then slowly and gently started to thrust. Kristina gasped aloud when both men went back inside her. The feeling was so intense and overwhelming. She wasn't expecting it to feel that good! They both drew back and did it again, causing her to see stars in her mind, letting her entire body get lost in the sensation. They set up a rhythm together, gradually increasing their speed with each stroke. Again and again, they came at her, her nerve endings burgeoning on overload!

“Kristina!” his speech gravelly and his breath ragged. “Do you like being fucked in the ass? Tell me!” He growled.

“YESSSS!!!” she cried.

With renewed force, they pounded her mercilessly. She could feel her orgasm rising within her, building and building until finally she released at the height of its crescendo. A shock wave of pure bliss overtook her. Her heart was palpitating madly, and her body was trembling in ecstasy. Next she felt the cowboy give a sudden and deep thrust. Grunting like a caveman, he finally goes limp and squirts his load in her tender ass.

But Mr. Blackwell wasn't finished yet. Like a man possessed, he seized her hips and furiously began grinding her pussy into sweet oblivion. His deep thrusts prolonged her orgasm until she could barely breathe. He finally released coming into her violently and shouting in his euphoria.

Kristina was laying there with both men still firmly in place, panting and trying to recover. The cowboy was the first to move. He removed his spent penis from her luscious body, giving her a friendly pat with his hand before getting up.

“If you two will excuse me. I'm going to head over to the bathroom and clean up a bit.” With that, he disappeared into the washroom leaving them alone.

Kristina lay there in a state of bliss on Mr. Blackwell's chest with the scent of his musky cologne wafting in and out of her nostrils.

“That will be all for today Kristina,” he said in a business-like and impassive manner. “You can get up and get dressed now.”

Dejected Kristina lifted herself up off him. Avoiding his gaze, she bent down to scoop up her bra and swiftly headed for the chair to get the rest of her clothes.

Oh my God! What have I done? I've ruined my career and for what? I'll never be able to show my face in this office again! How could I be so stupid? How could I let him use me like that? She continued to berate herself as she hurriedly grabbed her clothes trying to make a hasty retreat.

Feelings of guilt, shame and humiliation welled up inside her like a ball of hot lead in her stomach. She quickly got dressed, grabbed her jacket and headed for the door. She couldn’t believe how easily he’d dismissed her.

Just then Mr. Jones emerged from the bathroom, fully clothed, cowboy hat and all. He intercepted her, scooping her up into his arms and crushing her against his chest. He planted a sloppy, wet kiss on her unsuspecting lips. His kiss was rough, and he tasted like scotch. But instead of being repulsed Kristina warmed to it, allowing him full access to her mouth. He goosed her playfully before releasing her mouth, leaving her dazing and still wanting. He cupped her chin and ran his thumb seductively over her bottom lip.

“Mmm Hmmm. I'd love to know what else you could do with that pretty little mouth of yours,” cooed the cowboy. “Hey Richard, you think we could continue to work with Miss Kristina here?”

“I don't know. Kristina?”

Kristina turned to face her boss, all the while registering the inference in Mr. Jones’ invitation. He sat on the couch, his arm resting lightly on the arm and looking very nonchalant.

“Would you like to continue to work with Mr. Jones and myself? And I may invite one or two more colleagues to join us. I think you could be a valuable... asset.”

Kristina bowed her head slightly, pondering the question. Her mind suddenly flashed on a scene with her on the ground, naked on all fours. A small group of men was surrounding her and using every inch of her body for their pleasure. She cocked her head to the side and looked up at Mr. Blackwell. She batted her long eyelashes at him, an impish grin on her face.

Politely she responded, “Yes, sir.”