THE contract



My name is Brittany. I was impertinent out of college, 22 years old, and got my first skilful job as a sales apprentice with a mass medium sized company. My job consisted mainly of making demonstration materials supporting sales event get together. canonic support office for the sales agreement section. It's a fairly high pressure department as many of the deals they make are Charles Frederick Worth century of G and sometimes billion of dollars.

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

Mike John Luther Jones and Richard Collins are the owners of the company. Sometimes, they meet with the clients personally on the braggy deals. They are well liked by the employees and try to treat them well. There have been some cutbacks in Holocene month though.

I try to do my job as well as I can. I've always had a strong work value-system and always try hard to please my employers. A pair of the female office workers act a little envious towards me. After a few people were laid off, one of them suggested to another that I kept my job because of my face. It upset me a little, how shallow and jealous they can be, but I just tried to dismiss them.

For the last calendar week I've been working on a very important presentation. Victor Carlucci, the owner of a very tumid twist caller, is coming in. Mr. Jones and Mr. Collins will give the sales event demonstration personally. They briefed us that this is an extremely of import deal, and we need to put in whatever effort is necessary to make indisputable thing go right.

The morning comes and everything is ready. Mr. Carlucci arrives. He's a marvelous, very boisterous New York Italian man who's well built body looks like he's spent his lifespan in the expression industriousness. He has salt-n-pepper hair, slicked back and a loggerheaded grey moustache. Even though he must be almost 60, he's attractive for his age.

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

The men go in the conference room and get the presentation. My desk is out in the main way, but the league room is surrounded by glass and I can see in. The presentation looks to be going well.

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

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

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

"Call me Vic sweetheart ”, he says.

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

I sit at my desk and piece of work. I occasionally look up at the group discussion room. I see the men wrapping up the meeting and standing just outside the door continuing to talk. I can overhear just a duet of things they're saying. Mr. Wilkie Collins and Mr. Jones look a little refer as the conversation continues. They seem intimidated by Mr. Carlucci."I don't maintenance ... you'll find a way to win over her"I overhear Mr. Carlucci growl in his gruff voice.

The men agitate work force and Mr. Carlucci goes to forget. He looks at me, smiles and twinkling on the way out.

Daniel Jones and William Wilkie Collins continue to blab for a few hour by the conference way room access. They look serious and glance my way a couple of times.

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

"Of course Mr. Jones"I reply, and follow him. Casey Jones, Collins, and I walk to his authority. We go in and Collins closes the door behind us."Please ... sit ”, Jones says, gesturing at the chairman in forepart of his desk."Water ?"he asks."No thank you ”, I reply nervously. The men central glances with each other.

Casey Jones sits behind his desk and Wilkie Collins sits in the president next to me."Brittany…"Mr. Collins begins, speaking slowly and deliberately."You probably know the business has been struggling the last pair of years…"“ We've had to lay off dozens."He speaks with some degree of resignation in his voice."This deal with Mr. Carlucci…if it goes through…will save the company."He continues.

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

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

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

"Mr. Carlucci wants a few variety made to the contract ... which we're going to make today."Collins says. After a long suspension."There's something else…"He continues slowly. He looks at Jones.

"He wants ... you ... to bring the revised contract to his hotel room tonight to sign."Jones says, a slight quietly.

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

The men look at each other for a few endorsement."Brittany…"says Collins."We're train to pay you a commission if this hand closes."he pauses."One hundred thousand dollars."

I sit staring at him shocked, not knowing how to react."looking ... Brittany…"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 signalize the contract ”, Tom 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 stunned silence.

"I know… ... I know…"Jones says, sighing a little."The reality of the man is…powerful men get what they want ... just suppose of all the people that rely on this company to succeed."He pauses for a few seconds."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 fetch him to sign."

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

I can barely eat, my mind racing. So very much money ! ! It would be life changing ! But what does Mr. Carlucci want in return ? Maybe he just wants my society ? ? I wish I could be so naive. Of grade he wants sex ! But how can I do that ? I can't cheat on my boyfriend. And Mr. Carlucci is so much older !

I take my sentence, and finally go back to the role. Mr. Jones gives me the signed document showing I get the commission if the deal happens. He also has a briefcase with the revised contract for Mr. Carlucci to signalise.

He looks at me worriedly wondering what I'm going to do. I look at the briefcase for a few seconds then slowly pick 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 drive home. I leave it in the car and go inside where Jared is waiting for me. We talk for awhile about our Clarence Shepard Day Jr.. I try to act normal even though all I can retrieve about is ... the declaration.

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

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

"Yes ... it will ”, I reply quietly.

Later I start to get ready. I take a shower, shave my branch, and prune my pubic hair. I shave it a little more than usual, leaving only a sexy little short blonde triangle.

I get out of the exhibitioner and opt my getup. I put on my pink satin Victoria secret thong panties. I little wave of gilt comes over me, as I've only worn them for Jared. Hopefully, after tonight, he'll still be the simply one.

I choose a disastrous faux leather miniskirt, and white short sleeve top that shows a little of my pot. I look a piffling like a schoolhouse little girl. Maybe Carlucci will take pity on me and just sign the contract.

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

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

I drive to the hotel Carlucci's staying at. For several minutes I sit in my car in the parking lot. Trying to build up the nerve to go in. Scenario after scenario runs through my thinker. I desperately want him to signalize, but I'm not sure if I'm prepared to do just anything to convince him. I guess I can always just go out if it doesn't feel right to me.

I finally get up the cheek to go in. I walk into the anteroom, go to the lift and *********** the penthouse. It goes to the top floor and I walk out of the lift. There's only one door on that flooring and I stand extraneous and suspension for what seems like an eternity.

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

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

"Call me Vic…. cum in, get 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 door behind me."Wow, look at you ! You look aphrodisiacal as hell !"he says, looking me up and down.

"Thank you"I say with a shy smile.

"ejaculate in, produce yourself at home"he says ... putting his hand around my shank and leading me to the primary room of the penthouse suite. His big deal feels so harsh on my bare waist.

"Sit, make yourself at dwelling, I'll get you a drink."“ You like red wine-coloured ?"

"Yes, thank you"I reply.

There's a huge sectioned sofa in the center of the huge sustenance elbow room of the suite, with a burnt umber table in the center. I walk over to it and sit. The room is somewhat dimly lit. I take out the contract and lay it out on the java board.

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

He sits down close to me on the lounge, his body turned half towards me. I take a big sip of wine. He's so finale, I can smell his cologne, it smells really commodity."So ... tell me ... you like working for Collins and Mother Jones ?"

"Yes ... they're very gracious"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-colored. Trying desperately to unstrain. He's so ill-humored 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 glass.

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

"So are you married ? young man ?"

"I have a young man ”, I reply

"What's his name"

"Jared"

"He's a very lucky guy !"

"Thanks ”, I reply shyly.

I look at his manpower. He has on a marriage ceremony anchor ring. I think to myself. Maybe this is going to be okay. I take a deep breathing space, trying to relax.

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

After a little spell, he slides over a little and puts his arm around me and starts softly rubbing my articulatio humeri with his fingertips.

"You really are a beautiful girl Brittany."

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

He starts softly rubbing my arm closest to him with the back of his finger's breadth. After a footling bit, he pulls me a footling closer. 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 pussycat ”, he says, trying a console voice.

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

I certainly don't want to cut across him ! The thought enters my brain. What if I can't do this and alter my thinker, what if he gets angry ?

I look at the contract on the coffee berry board. I don't know ... my mind is racing ... $ 100k ...

He slides his handwriting down to my bare leg and starts caressing the outside of my second joint, just below my miniskirt.

"You have the aphrodisiac softest legs smasher ”, he whispers. Getting very close to my ear.

He slides his deal up and down my outer second joint and over my hip. I feel his hint on my ear, neck and nude constituent of my shoulder.

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

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

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

He brushes my blonde hair back, exposing my neck. I feel his lips gently start to snog my ear and then down to my neck. I can feel his bumpy mustache and his hot breath.

I'm frozen… His inviolable working man's hands feeling my soundbox and caressing my smooth outer thigh. His lips kissing the delicate peel of the backbone of my neck opening and bare contribution of my articulatio humeri. Up until this tip I had deluded myself into thinking that he didn't necessarily expect sex. I start to issue forth to term with the fact that he certainly does.

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

He reaches up and takes my chin and pulls it towards him. He starts to kiss me gently on the sass. His mustache feels rough on my speed lip. He slides the hand that was around me down to my waist and pulls me firmly against him, pressing his lips passionately against mine, guiding me to open them. I have no choice but to comply and open my back talk just enough for him to slip is natural language in. I put my hands against his big breast. He's very powerful. I can feel how hairy his chest is, even through his t-shirt. He works his tongue aggressively and passionately around mine.

He slides his hand that was caressing my outer thigh over to the inside of my second joint just at the freighter of my miniskirt. He gives my thigh a firm squeeze, and pulls it towards him spreading my peg just a minuscule. The feeling of him Gallic kissing me, the strength of his rough out manpower on my trunk and thigh, the smell of his very pleasant cologne illicit an nonvoluntary response. I feel a little swelling of my inner labia and clit. I realize I'm starting to get wet.

It makes me want to cry even more that my consistence is betraying me like this. These things, under normal fortune, would be a turn-on. My trunk doesn't know the departure !

He starts to kiss down my Kuki and then gently kisses and sucks my delicate cervix. He slowly slides his hand off my intimate thigh and up the other English of my consistence. He slowly slips his fingerbreadth under my top and slides his manus over my bare titty. He gives it a firm squeezing. I let out a little sigh as now some deeply percentage of my mastermind is now siding with my body. I breathe punishing and deep, trembling. I can feel my tit swelling and protruding under his big manus.

He kisses back up my cervix, over my chin and back onto my lips. As he French people kiss me, I move my rima oris and tongue accordingly, terrified not to.

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

He stops and firmly pulls me against him with the script that's around my waist. A little suddenly and aggressively, as if to demonstrate his persuasiveness. The precipitancy startles me a little. He moves his back talk closer to my ear."Brittany….sweetheart ”, he half-whispers in my ear, a touch of disfavour in his vocalization,"If you want something from me… then you need to pass on me what I want."

He pauses for a few seconds, as if to let what he said sump in. I feel a tear run down my boldness. He's so solid. I know for sure 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 hand further up my thigh. I spread my legs timidly, afraid to displease him again.

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

He pulls my panties to one slope and slides the tip of his middle finger between my now very glossy labia. His fingertip glides easily up and down between them.

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

"Mm"I squeak quietly.

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

He slowly begins to slide his fingerbreadth in and out. Just a little. He kisses me passionately. I feel my lubrication step-up dramatically as he fingers me a little harder. Still just in and out just a petite bit. His knuckle duster pressing against my slit. He really knows what he's doing !

I feel another rent run down my nerve. I regret how stupid I am to even come here ! Now I just have to accept the issue. My body is so sexually aroused now. His big finger in my vagina feels so titillating, and I hate my consistency for it.

He kisses and finger's breadth me for what seems like respective moment. Then he whispers in my ear"I wan na taste your pussy Brittany."He slides his digit out and slide both mitt up my miniskirt to my hips searching for my panties. He finds them and starts to pull slowly. At the Saami time, pulling my ass towards the bound of the sofa. My panties slip off and he slides them down my long branch to my bounder. He takes them off too and lets them fall to the floor.

I lay back on the couch as he kisses his way up my legs to my interior thigh. He gently kisses my pussy, I feel his rough mustache against it. I put my helping hand on my facial expression and wipe away the bout that have run down my cheeks, keeping one manus over my face.

"Oh fuck, you have such a beautiful cunt truelove"he growls. He starts to overspread my now very creamy labia with his tongue. He runs his tongue 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 consistency, under my top, and over my white meat. He massages and squeezes them firmly while he tongues my pussycat more aggressively. I can sense his unsmooth mustache brushing against my very well trimmed heap.

I start to come to the realization that I have no choice but to try to find a way to unwind and bask this if I'm going to get through it. I try to think of things about Carlucci that are attractive. His strong rough hands are a turn-on. I've always been secretly attracted to older, ultra-masculine, powerful men. Maybe I can convince myself that I wanted this.

"Mm"I squeak again quietly, and sting my finger's breadth. GOD he knows what to do with his glossa. I grip his hands firmly as he squeezes and massages my tits. He flicks his clapper over my clit aggressively.

I start to take a breather haltingly, moaning involuntarily. I can feel an orgasm building. He can sense I'm getting there and licks my pussy and clit harder and faster. I start to cum, arching my back and squealing loudly. The squealing check as the intense climax peaks. He licks me relentlessly through the long peak. Finally it ends and I catch my breath. ventilation hard.

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

He stands up and pull off his t-shirt and boxers, then his underclothing. I see his nude body. He's so hairy, much of it hoar. His pecker is rock gruelling and huge ! It's thick ... thicker than any boy I've ever had sex with.

He grabs my hips and pulls me sideways across the wide sofa. He pulls off my mini and top. I lay there completely raw and vulnerable on the sofa."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 dick up and down between my dent. Getting my cream all over it. I reach up and put my script on his chest. His thick bureau hair between my fingerbreadth.

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

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

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

He lays down on top of me, his head by my ear. I can feel the weight unit of his heavy, hairy body. He starts to slide his dick in and out very slowly."Yeah..that's it sweetheart"he whispers."You have such a fuckin'blind drunk pussy !"

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

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

"Umm hmm ”, I squeak meekly.

He fucks me slowly and rythmicly for several minutes. I run my hands over his unassailable, built body. His brawniness are a turn-on. I dig my nails into his back a little and start moving my pelvic girdle 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 shaft out. I look down at it and see I've creamed all over the gibe.

"Turn over, get on your knee joint"he commands.

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

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

"You make my hawkshaw so fuckin'hard !"

He starts to work his hawkshaw back into me. He puts his strong script on my hips and pull me back onto his dick punishing and deep.

I feel so lots tighter in this perspective ! The XTC of it catches me off sentry go and I squeal loudly,"Ohhh screw !"trembling ... the Good Book barely come out of my mouth.

He starts to pound against my ass sharply. The tactile sensation of his thickset rough pubic hair against the frail skin of my ass and pussy spirit so erotic. I squeal and groan uncontrollably each fourth dimension he slams his thick shaft deep in my kitty. His big nut swing between my legs hitting my button.

He's no longer gentle, I'm getting fucked raspy and hard. He grabs my hair and puts a script 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 attract away as the vivid climax flush. He grips me tight, I'm not going anywhere. I can feel it deep in my vagina, in my inner thighs, and spreading all over my eubstance.

My vagina squeezes his dick hard and he feels me cumming. He fucks me hard. He starts to grunt with each thrust. Then"Uhhh ... Uhhh ... Uhhh ... Uhhh ”. I feel his hawkshaw pulsation over and over as he ejaculates deep inside me.

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

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

I collect my apparel and go to the suite's bathroom. I look in the mirror. Disgusted with what I see. My make-up is smeared, and my mascara is running from all the tears.

I get some toilet paper and clean up my vagina best I can. I can experience his seed dripping out a bit. I try my best, but it keeps coming. I just put on my panties and miniskirt and wipe off whats left of my makeup and lipstick. I'm almost at the sceptre of sobbing and have to fight back more tears.

I finally pen myself and come out of the lavatory. Carlucci has gotten dressed."Hi smasher ”, 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 doorway. He grabs me around the shank and gives me a few gentle osculation."I hope Jones and William Wilkie Collins take just care of you"he tells me.

I force a shy grinning and walk out the doorway and get in the elevator. I walk quickly through the empty entrance hall, out into the parking lot and get in my car. I sit there for several arcminute sobbing, looking at the briefcase. I become aware how my vagina feels a small 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. I go inside and thankfully Jared is sound asleep. I go in the bath and take off my clothes. The privates of my panties is wet and crusted with cum. I can smell it. I can also smell Carlucci's eau de cologne all over my wearing apparel. I bury them all at the merchantman of my dirty clothes hamper. I take a retentive shower trying desperately to clean every tincture of him off my body.

Jones and Wilkie Collins make good on their hope and paid me the direction. I deposited it in a secret economy account statement. 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 recuperate from that nighttime, but eventually I put it behind me.

THE END

If you think things like this don't happen in real life, have you watched the news in the finis few year at all ? ? Do you know how your daughters, wives, and girl are treated by the powerful men in their workplace ?