A SLAVE TO
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Submit or Lose Her Job! That's the choice one young
woman had to make. To keep her plush job
with benefits, she had to agree to become a slave
and plaything to the corporate executives.
Learn what happened to one office slave in this sizzling new novel from
the bestselling author of Teaching the Au Pair to
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“Come in
She walked over to them, self conscious of the way her body moved,
knowing they were following her with their eyes. She felt as if her breasts were bouncing more
than usual and she couldn’t control the swing of her butt as she walked. She finally made it in front of them,
standing, waiting for their first command.
“You’re very lovely
At first it sounded like a compliment, and then more of an expectation
of what was to come. “Thank you
“Sir, it will be Sir, after work
“Yes Sir.” It sounded so ominous
now, not a sign of respect but of control.
“I think we can start with you showing us that lovely body of
yours. Naked.” He waited, seeing the look of resignation on
her face as it finally dawned on her the reality of the situation. This would be the ultimate test. To strip naked for them. If she performed this, the rest would come
naturally. “Now do it slowly. Tease us with what you have to offer.” Michael sat back in the couch, waiting for
This was it, the time where she would have to ultimately decide her
future fate. She had said yes before,
but now they wanted action. And the act
they wanted was for her to strip naked for them, a task she didn’t even perform
for Thomas after years of living with him.
And they wanted her to do this slowly and sexily, teasing them as she
revealed her most intimate body. She was
sure that this was only the beginning, sure that they would want her to perform
sexually for them before the night was over.
She didn’t want to fathom the depths of depravity that she would be
forced to perform.
Her hands went up to the row of buttons of her white blouse, averting their
eyes as she fumbled with the first button, finally feeling it pull loose, her
blouse opening slightly. Her trembling
fingers moved down, a shiver running through her as her fingernail traced
lightly over her chest, grasping the next button, disappointed when it sprang
open so easily. She felt the blouse
begin to spread open, more of her chest revealed, her white lacey bra poking
out between the parted blouse.
“Arch your back
She obeyed, feeling the blouse strain, pushing against her breasts as
she moved her hands down to the next button, the strain on it making it pop
free with very little effort on her part.
It was down to her bra, her hand moving down to the next button, quickly
opening it, pulling her blouse out of her skirt to get the final button. She unbuttoned it, her hands frozen on the
two halves of her blouse, holding them together, anything to prolong the
inevitable. Even though she had already
posed in the show in her bra and panties, this was so much different. She would have to strip down to her naked
skin sure they would make her pose for them, the thoughts of how obscene the
positions they might force her in rushing into her brain. She saw their look and knew she could no
longer evade the inevitable. She let the
blouse slip from her shoulders, her hands in front of her breasts still trying
to protect them from their searching eyes.
She then threw it onto the table near her and stood trembling before
them, her hands crossed in front of her breasts. She put her head down, not wanting to see
their looks as her hands hung uselessly by her side, her back arched for them,
feeling their eyes burning her skin.
“Bend over and hold your head up.
Let’s see those lovely tits.”
This time it was Michael ordering her.
She was forced to look at them, staring at Michael with her pleading
eyes as she bent over, feeling her pendulous breasts hanging down, feeling the
cheap bra struggle to hold them in. She
held her head up high, seeing their eyes staring down at her breasts.
“Very lovely tits
She stood up straight, her back arched, her hands trembling as she
reached back to unsnap the catch on her bra.
She felt it suddenly release, her breasts breaking free of the tight
constraints. Her hand reached the front
of her bra, one hand holding it between her twin breasts, the other hand slowly
pushing the bra straps off of her shoulder, one shoulder at a time, letting it
slip down, her arm pulled out, her other hand clutching the tiny garment to
hide her breasts until the last minute.
She stood in front of them waiting.
“Now Sandy.
Take off your bra and arch your back.
Thrust up those lovely tits for us to see.”
She closed her eyes, letting the bra slip to the floor, feeling the
material slide over her nipples, teasing them into hardness, her back arching
her breasts up almost obscenely. She
felt the cool air hit her breasts, feeling goose bumps appearing on her flesh,
her nipples so hard they almost ached.
She felt a sudden rush of wetness between her legs, clamping her thighs
tightly together, not understanding her own body, ashamed that she was becoming
aroused at performing a strip tease, blackmailed into giving her body to them
for six months.
They both ogled her naked breasts,
large pendulous breasts with dark brown areolas, almost black, the size of silver dollars.
Her pink nipples stuck out as if beckoning them to touch them, to suck
them into their mouths, thick, long targets in a sea of firm, naked breast
flesh. Her skin was an alabaster white,
contrasting sharply with her areolas. “Rub
your fingers over your nipples
