THE CONTRACT



My name is Bretagne. I was reinvigorated out of college, 22 year old, and got my inaugural good job as a sales apprentice with a medium sized caller. My job consisted mainly of making demonstration fabric supporting sales meeting. canonical support routine for the gross revenue section. It's a fairly high up insistency department as many of the batch they make are deserving 100 of thousands and sometimes meg of dollars.

My young man, Jared, and I met in college. We just moved in together and programme to get married in a few years, once our careers are more established. We're perfect for each other ! I can't imagine being with anyone else. As a Thomas Young couple, we struggle with money, but somehow we get by.

microphone Jones and Richard William Wilkie Collins are the owner of the company. Sometimes, they meet with the clients personally on the bigger deals. They are well liked by the employees and try to treat them well. There have been some cutbacks in Recent epoch months though.

I try to do my job as well as I can. I've always had a strong work ethic and always try heavy to delight my employers. A couple of the female power workers act a little jealous towards me. After a few citizenry were laid off, one of them suggested to another that I kept my job because of my feel. It upset me a little, how shallow and jealous they can be, but I just tried to ignore them.

For the last workweek I've been working on a very important presentation. Victor Carlucci, the owner of a very large grammatical construction caller, is coming in. Mr. John Paul Jones and Mr. Collins will render the sales presentment personally. They briefed us that this is an extremely important spate, and we need to put in whatever effort is necessary to reach sure things go right.

The morning comes and everything is ready. Mr. Carlucci arrives. He's a tall, very robustious New House of York Italian man who's well built body looks like he's spent his liveliness in the building industry. He has salt-n-pepper hairsbreadth, slicked back and a thick gray mustache. Even though he must be almost 60, he's attractive for his age.

Mr. John Paul Jones introduces a few of his faculty. When he gets to me, I put out my hand to shake. Mr. Carlucci looks me up and down, takes it and says"oh…hello gorgeous !"He takes my hand up to his lips and kisses it. I smile shyly. His hands are rough and strong, working man's hands.

The men go in the conference room and get down the intro. My desk is out in the main room, but the group discussion room is surrounded by ice and I can see in. The intro looks to be going well.

Mr. Jones comes out and says"Brittany ... can you get Mr. Carlucci a cup of coffee ? pick and sugar."“ Yes Mr Jones ”, I reply.

I bring in the burnt umber and hand it to Mr. Carlucci."Thank you gorgeous !"he says.

"You're welcome Mr. Carlucci ”, I reply.

"Call me Vic mantrap ”, he says.

I smile and leave the elbow room. I look back as I'm leaving and capture him checking out my ass as I walk.

I sit at my desk and body of work. I occasionally look up at the conference room. I see the men wrapping up the meeting and standing just outside the threshold continuing to peach. I can overhear just a twosome of things they're saying. Mr. Collins and Mr. Jones look a footling come to as the conversation continues. They seem intimidated by Mr. Carlucci."I don't care ... you'll find a way to convince her"I overhear Mr. Carlucci growl in his gruff voice.

The men shake hands and Mr. Carlucci goes to result. He looks at me, smiles and blink on the way out.

Mary Harris Jones and Collins continue to blab out for a few arcminute by the conference way threshold. They look serious and coup d'oeil my way a twain of times.

Finally, Mr Jones comes over to my desk."Brittany ... can we have a word in my authority ?"He looks dangerous. I wonder what could be going on !

"Of course Mr. Jones"I reply, and follow him. Jones, collins, and I walk to his billet. We go in and Collins closes the door behind us."Please ... sit ”, Mary Harris Jones says, gesturing at the chair in front of his desk."water ?"he asks."No thank you ”, I reply nervously. The men central glance with each other.

Jones sits behind his desk and William Wilkie Collins sits in the chair next to me."Brittany…"Mr. Collins begins, speaking slowly and deliberately."You probably know the concern has been struggling the finish couple of years…"“ We've had to lay off dozens."He speaks with some grade of resignation in his interpreter."This deal with Mr. Carlucci…if it goes through…will save the company."He continues.

He looks at Jones."Yes… everyone who works here relies on us for employment"adds Bobby Jones."Their families ... their kids."Collins says."The deal is deserving 50 million over 5 class"says Jones.

"So ... you can understand… how crucial it is ... that we close this deal."Jones continues.

"Okay…"I reply, curious as to why they're telling me all this.

"Mr. Carlucci wants a few changes made to the contract bridge ... which we're going to induce today."collins says. After a farseeing pause."There's something else…"He continues slowly. He looks at Jones.

"He wants ... you ... to bestow the revised contract to his hotel room tonight to sign."John Luther Jones says, a little quietly.

"Umm ... why me ?"I ask.

The men look at each other for a few sec."Brittany…"says Collins."We're prepared to pay you a commission if this deal closes."he pauses."One hundred 1000 dollars."

I sit staring at him shocked, not knowing how to react."expression ... Brittany…"Casey Jones says slowly."It's important that you understand ... for obvious reasons… that all we're asking you to do is… ahem"he clears his throat,"... convince…"

"Yes ... convince ... Carlucci to contract the contract ”, collins interjects.

It begins to dawn on me why they are offering so much money….what they want me to do, and what Carlucci probably wants from me. I sit there in daze secrecy.

"I know… ... I know…"Jones says, sighing a trivial."The realism of the world is…powerful men get what they want ... just believe of all the people that rely on this company to succeed."He pauses for a few secondment."Take a long lunch ... think it over."“ This afternoon, we'll have it all in writing. As well as the new contract for you to add him to sign."

We stand and walk out of Jones'office staff. I walk away, not knowing what to say. I go back to my desk, get my purse and go to dejeuner.

I can barely eat, my mind racing. So much money ! ! It would be aliveness changing ! But what does Mr. Carlucci want in retort ? Maybe he just wants my company ? ? I wish I could be so naive. Of trend he wants sex ! But how can I do that ? I can't beguiler on my young man. And Mr. Carlucci is so much one-time !

I take my time, and finally go back to the office. Mr. Inigo Jones gives me the signed papers showing I get the commission if the spate happens. He also has a briefcase with the revised contract for Mr. Carlucci to sign on.

He looks at me worriedly wondering what I'm going to do. I look at the briefcase for a few s then slowly find fault it up. I don't even look at Jones as I say quietly"I'll get him to sign it."

As I walk away Jones says"Brittany…. Thank you."

I leave with the briefcase and cause home. I leave it in the car and go inside where Jared is waiting for me. We talk for awhile about our twenty-four hours. I try to act normal even though all I can think about is ... the contract.

"The fille at the office invited me out for some boozing tonight ”, I tell Jared.

"Oh that's great !"he says."It will be nice for you to go and bond with them."

"Yes ... it will ”, I reply quietly.

Later I start to get prepare. I take a shower, trim my legs, and trim my pubic hair. I shave it a little more than common, leaving only a aphrodisiac little inadequate blonde triangle.

I get out of the shower and pick out my turnout. I put on my pink satin capital of Seychelles enigma lash panties. I little undulation of gilt comes over me, as I've only worn them for Jared. Hopefully, after tonight, he'll still be the only one.

I choose a black faux leather mini, and white unforesightful arm top that shows a picayune of my tummy. I look a niggling like a school girl. Maybe Carlucci will ask compassion on me and just sign the contract.

I put on some very red, deep glossary lipstick. Maybe he'll see how perfect my lipstick is and not want to ruin it.

It's meter to go and I give Jared a little muckle on the sassing, to not stir up my lipstick."Don't wait up"I tell him.

I drive to the hotel Carlucci's staying at. For several bit I sit in my car in the parking lot. Trying to build up the nervus to go in. Scenario after scenario runs through my psyche. I desperately want him to subscribe, but I'm not sure if I'm prepared to do just anything to convert him. I guess I can always just leave if it doesn't find right to me.

I finally get up the nerve to go in. I walk into the lobby, go to the elevator and *********** the penthouse. It goes to the top floor and I walk out of the elevator. There's only one room access on that flooring and I stand away and interruption for what seems like an eternity.

Finally, I knock timidly on the door. After a forgetful while, Mr. Carlucci answers."Brittany !"he says in a booming boisterous voice and a big smile.

"Mr. Carlucci ”, I say shyly, smiling.

"yell me Vic…. cum in, come in"he says, in his strong New York Italian accent.

He's dressed very casually in a tee shirt and shorts. I walk in and he closes the room access behind me."Wow, look at you ! You look sexy as underworld !"he says, looking me up and down.

"Thank you"I say with a shy smile.

"Come in, induce yourself at menage"he says ... putting his script around my waistline and leading me to the chief room of the penthouse suite. His big hand tone so approximate on my bare waist.

"Sit, establish yourself at home plate, I'll get you a drink."“ You like red wine ?"

"Yes, thank you"I reply.

There's a Brobdingnagian sectional sofa in the center of the huge livelihood room of the cortege, with a coffee berry table in the middle. I walk over to it and sit. The way is somewhat dimly lit. I take out the contract and lay it out on the coffee table.

Carlucci comes out with my glass of wine and hands it to me, and puts the nursing bottle down on the coffee table. He sees the contract"Hey hey, what's the hurry ? Plenty of time for business."

He sits down close to me on the couch, his soundbox turned half towards me. I take a big sip of wine. He's so closely, I can reek his eau de cologne, it smells really just."So ... tell me ... you like working for William Wilkie Collins and John Paul Jones ?"

"Yes ... they're very dainty"I reply.

"They're weak…. Nice bozo, but weak ... In business you have to be ruthless."he growls.

I take another big sip of wine. Trying desperately to loosen. He's so hoarse and intimidating. He sees I'm already almost finished with the glass and says"let me rain buckets you some more ”, and pours more wine into my looking glass.

"Thank you"I reply quietly as I take another big sip.

"So are you married ? Boyfriend ?"

"I have a boyfriend ”, I reply

"What's his name"

"Jared"

"He's a very lucky guy !"

"Thanks ”, I reply shyly.

I look at his men. He has on a wedding ring. I think to myself. Maybe this is going to be okay. I take a cryptical breath, trying to relax.

We talk a little spell. He asks me what I studied, where I'm from ... ect.

After a piddling while, he slides over a little and puts his arm around me and starts softly rubbing my shoulder with his fingertips.

"You really are a beautiful young woman Brittany."

"Thank you"I reply, very quietly, forcing a petty smile.

He starts softly rubbing my arm closest to him with the dorsum of his digit. After a lilliputian bit, he pulls me a little finisher. I resist just slightly.

"Hey hey, I don't make make you nervous do I ?"he asks, incredulously.

"No…."I reply nervously.

"You don't have to be…"

"I'm a big pussy ”, he says, trying a soothing voice.

"Unless I'm crossed ... well ... then all bets are off."

I certainly don't want to cross him ! The thought enters my idea. What if I can't do this and change my judgment, what if he gets angry ?

I look at the contract on the coffee tabular array. I don't know ... my psyche is racing ... $ 100k ...

He slides his script down to my bare leg and starts caressing the outside of my thigh, just below my miniskirt.

"You have the sexiest softest branch sweetheart ”, he whispers. Getting very close to my ear.

He slides his hand up and down my outer thigh and over my hip. I feel his breathing space on my ear, neck and bleak region of my shoulder.

"I hope you don't mind me touching you a piffling bit"he says.

"It's okay…"I reply, almost a whisper.

"I mean….obviously you wouldn't be here if it was a trouble ”, he pauses,"You know how this works."a hint of business in his voice.

He brushes my blonde fuzz back, exposing my neck. I feel his lips gently start to kiss my ear and then down to my neck. I can find his crude mustache and his hot breath.

I'm frozen… His hard working man's hands feeling my body and caressing my fluent outer second joint. His lips kissing the delicate skin of the back of my neck and denude voice of my berm. Up until this full point I had deluded myself into thinking that he didn't necessarily expect sex. I start to come to term with the fact that he certainly does.

I can barely take a breath. I desperately fight back the crying I feel starting to well up in my eyes. I just observe them closed.

He reaches up and takes my Kuki and pulls it towards him. He starts to kiss me gently on the lips. His mustache feels rough on my amphetamine lip. He slides the helping hand that was around me down to my waist and clout me firmly against him, pressing his lips passionately against mine, guiding me to spread them. I have no selection but to comply and open my mouth just enough for him to slide is tongue in. I put my hand against his big chest. He's very brawny. I can sense how hairy his bureau is, even through his t-shirt. He works his tongue aggressively and passionately around mine.

He slides his hired man that was caressing my outer second joint over to the inside of my thigh just at the bum of my miniskirt. He gives my second joint a house credit crunch, and pulls it towards him spreading my legs just a niggling. The feeling of him french kissing me, the strength of his rough hands on my body and second joint, the scent of his very pleasant cologne illicit an involuntary response. I feel a little swelling of my inside labia and clitoris. I realize I'm starting to get wet.

It makes me want to cry even more that my body is betraying me like this. These affair, under normal circumstances, would be a turn-on. My body doesn't know the difference !

He starts to kiss down my Chin and then gently osculation and sucks my fragile neck. He slowly slides his hand off my internal thigh and up the other side of my body. He slowly slips his fingers under my top and slides his hired man over my bare breast. He gives it a firm squeeze. I let out a niggling suspiration as now some cryptic component of my brainpower is now siding with my organic structure. I breathe sound and deep, trembling. I can feel my nipple swelling and protruding under his big hand.

He kisses back up my cervix, over my chin and back onto my mouth. As he French kisses me, I move my mouth and lingua accordingly, terrified not to.

He slides his hand off of my white meat, back down slipping it between my thighs which are now tightly closed. He tries to slide it further up between my legs under my miniskirt. I tense up and let out a timid, quiet, but high pitched,"no"..."no ”. Pushing a little against his big chest.

He stops and firmly pulls me against him with the hand that's around my waist. A little suddenly and aggressively, as if to demonstrate his potency. The precipitousness startles me a lilliputian. He moves his mouth closer to my ear."Brittany….sweetheart ”, he half-whispers in my ear, a trace of disapproval in his spokesperson,"If you want something from me… then you need to give me what I want."

He pauses for a few second base, as if to let what he said sink in. I feel a tear run down my nerve. He's so substantial. I know for certainly there would be no way for me to get away if I tried. Then he kisses my neck just below my ear. He slides his handwriting further up my thigh. I spread my pegleg timidly, afraid to displease him again.

His big fingers reach my satin panty. He starts to roughly rub my pussy through them. My torso continues to betray me. The very intimate feeling of him pressing his big fingers against my pussy, squeezing and rubbing in trivial circles, makes my labia throb and swell. I breathe heavy and deep.

He pulls my scanty to one English and slides the tip of his mediate finger between my now very slick labia. His fingertip glides easily up and down between them.

"Ohhh Bretagne ... I've gotten you wet haven't I sweetheart ? ”, he slowly whispers in my ear.

"Mm"I squeak quietly.

His finger glides up and down my pussy. Then he slides his big, rough middle fingerbreadth deep into my vagina."Oh ... oh ... oh ... slowly"I beg timidly.

He slowly begins to skid his finger in and out. Just a petty. He kisses me passionately. I feel my lubrication increase dramatically as he fingers me a little harder. Still just in and out just a petite bit. His brass knuckles pressing against my pussy. He really knows what he's doing !

I feel another binge run down my brass. I regret how dazed I am to even fall here ! Now I just have to accept the consequences. My body is so sexually aroused now. His big fingerbreadth in my vagina feels so erotic, and I hate my body for it.

He kisses and fingers me for what seems like several minutes. Then he whispers in my ear"I wan na taste your kitty-cat Brittany."He slides his finger's breadth out and slides both workforce up my mini to my hip joint searching for my panties. He finds them and starts to get out slowly. At the same time, pulling my ass towards the edge of the couch. My pantie slip off and he slides them down my foresighted leg to my heels. He takes them off too and lets them descend to the floor.

I lay back on the couch as he kisses his way up my stage to my privileged thighs. He gently kisses my slit, I feel his raspy mustache against it. I put my hand on my face and wipe away the snag that have run down my nerve, keeping one script over my brass.

"Oh fucking, you have such a beautiful kitty sweetheart"he growls. He starts to open my now very creamy labia with his clapper. He runs his spit all up and down my inner labia and up to my clit. Then gently but firmly sucking my clit between his lips.

He slides his hands up my eubstance, under my top, and over my breasts. He massages and squeezes them firmly while he tongues my pussy more aggressively. I can feel his rough moustache brushing against my very well trimmed agglomerate.

I start to come to the realisation that I have no selection but to try to notice a way to decompress and savor this if I'm going to get through it. I try to think of things about Carlucci that are attractive. His unassailable roughly hands are a turn-on. I've always been secretly attracted to older, ultra-masculine, mightily men. Maybe I can convince myself that I wanted this.

"Mm"I squeak again quietly, and bite my finger. GOD he knows what to do with his tongue. I grip his workforce firmly as he squeezes and massages my pap. He flicks his tongue over my clit aggressively.

I start to suspire haltingly, moaning involuntarily. I can feel an orgasm construction. He can sense I'm getting there and lap my pussy and clit harder and faster. I start to cum, arching my dorsum and squealing loudly. The squealing stops as the vivid orgasm peaks. He licks me relentlessly through the tenacious vizor. Finally it ends and I catch my intimation. Breathing hard.

He stops licking"Mmmm ... good girl"he growls.

He stands up and pulls off his jersey and short, then his underclothing. I see his au naturel trunk. He's so hairy, much of it gray. His gumshoe is rock music hard and huge ! It's thick ... thicker than any boy I've ever had sex with.

He grabs my articulatio coxae and pull me sideways across the across-the-board lounge. He pulls off my miniskirt and top. I lay there completely raw and vulnerable on the lounge."spread your legs sweetheart."he instructs firmly. I spread them wide and he starts to get on top of me. He reaches down and slides the head of his hawkshaw up and down between my pussy. Getting my emollient all over it. I reach up and put my bridge player on his chest. His thick chest hair between my finger.

He finds my vaginal opening and starts to force the big head inside. It hurts."Ow..Ow..stop"I squeak, pushing against his heavily stomach.

"Shh Shh….Brittany ... .just let it bump ... let it happen sweetheart ”, he growls.

I hold my breath as he slides his slurred dick all the way into my very creamy wet pussy. It slides in easily and smoothly but hurts a small as it stretches me.

He lays down on top of me, his headspring by my ear. I can palpate the weight of his profound, hairy trunk. He starts to slide his dick in and out very slowly."Yeah..that's it sweetheart"he whispers."You have such a fuckin'tight pussycat !"

He starts to sleep with me a minuscule harder, but still gently. It doesn't hurt anymore. It starts to feel good. It feels so chummy in me ! I've never been filled this much before.

I let out a little moan with each gentle stab."You like that don't you sweetheart. You like daddy's cock in your pussy."he growls in my ear.

"Umm hmm ”, I squeak meekly.

He fucks me slowly and rythmicly for several proceedings. I run my hands over his strong, built trunk. His muscles are a turn-on. I dig my nails into his back a little and start moving my pelvis up and down matching his movements.

"Mmmm….That's it ... you love getting fucked, don't you Brittany ?"

After a little more, he stops and pulls his dick out. I look down at it and see I've creamed all over the diaphysis.

"good turn over, get on your genu"he commands.

I comply nervously. I've never had sex from behind before."Spread your stifle a picayune"he tells me, guiding me with his hands.

"God red cent you have an unbelievable ass !"he growls, as he runs his hands all over it. Squeezing it and spanking me a few times.

"You make my dick so fuckin'hard !"

He starts to exercise his cock back into me. He puts his strong hands on my hips and pull me back onto his dick tough and deep.

I feel so much tighter in this position ! The ecstasy of it catches me off guard and I squeal loudly,"Ohhh fuck !"trembling ... the wrangle barely come out of my mouth.

He starts to Irish punt against my ass sharply. The flavour of his blockheaded rough pubic haircloth against the delicate skin of my ass and pussy smell so erotic. I squeal and moan uncontrollably each time he slams his thick prick deep in my pussy. His big nuts swing between my legs hitting my button.

He's no longer gentle, I'm getting fucked rough and arduous. He grabs my pilus and puts a hand on my shoulder for leverage. Slap slap slap I hear as he pounds my ass hard.

"Ohh ... Ohhh ... Ohhhhhh"I cry out as I start to cum. I involuntarily try to take out away as the vivid orgasm peaks. He grips me taut, I'm not going anywhere. I can palpate it deep in my vagina, in my inner thigh, and spreading all over my body.

My vagina squeezes his dick hard and he feels me cumming. He fucks me harder. He starts to grunt with each driving force. Then"Uhhh ... Uhhh ... Uhhh ... Uhhh ”. I feel his shaft pulsing over and over as he ejaculates bass inside me.

We collapse on the couch. He spoons me for awhile, caressing my dead body, kissing my cervix.

After a few transactions he sits up."Let me take a look at this contract"he says. He starts flipping through the pages.

I collect my clothes and go to the suite's lavatory. I look in the mirror. Disgusted with what I see. My makeup is smeared, and my mascara is running from all the snag.

I get some toilet paper and cleanse up my vagina ripe I can. I can experience his seminal fluid dripping out a bit. I try my C. H. Best, but it keeps coming. I just put on my panty and miniskirt and pass over off whats left of my makeup and lip rouge. I'm almost at the verge of sobbing and have to fight down back more tears.

I finally compose myself and come out of the bathroom. Carlucci has gotten dressed."Hi stunner ”, he pauses,"I signed all the pages."

"Thank you ”, I reply quietly, almost inaudibly. I put them in the briefcase.

He gets up and walk me to the room access. He grabs me around the waistline and gives me a few gentle kisses."I hope Inigo Jones and William Wilkie Collins ask trade good charge of you"he tells me.

I force a shy grin and walk out the door and get in the lift. I walk quickly through the vacuous hall, out into the parking lot and get in my car. I sit there for several minutes sobbing, looking at the briefcase. I become aware how my vagina feels a piffling sore, and it reminds me of all the matter he did to me. How his thick dick felt deep inside me.

Finally, I drive home base. I go inside and thankfully Jared is sound asleep. I go in the can and engage off my apparel. The crotch of my panties is wet and crusted with come. I can smell it. I can also reek Carlucci's Cologne all over my apparel. I bury them all at the behind of my dirty clothes hamper. I take a long exhibitor trying desperately to clean every trace of him off my body.

Jones and Collins make good on their promise and paid me the mission. I deposited it in a secret delivery invoice. I never told Jared about what happened. Once in a while, when we need it, I take some of the money. I tell him it comes from my parents. It took months to emotionally recover from that Night, but eventually I put it behind me.

THE END

If you think thing like this don't happen in tangible life, have you watched the news program in the last few twelvemonth at all ? ? Do you sleep with how your daughter, wives, and girlfriends are treated by the powerful men in their workplaces ?