THE CONTRACT



My name is Brittany. I was fresh out of college, 22 years old, and got my first trade good job as a sales learner with a medium sized company. My job consisted mainly of making presentation materials supporting sales meetings. Basic support procedure for the sales agreement department. It's a fairly high pressure sensation department as many of the pile they make are Charles Frederick Worth one C of thousands and sometimes one thousand thousand of dollars.

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

Mike Jones and Richard Collins are the owners of the company. Sometimes, they meet with the clients personally on the bigger mess. They are well liked by the employees and try to treat them well. There have been some cutbacks in recent months though.

I try to do my job as well as I can. I've always had a strong study ethical code and always try hard to please my employers. A couple of the female office workers act a lilliputian covetous towards me. After a few people were laid off, one of them suggested to another that I kept my job because of my tone. It upset me a petty, how shallow and jealous they can be, but I just tried to ignore them.

For the lastly calendar week I've been working on a very important display. Victor Carlucci, the owner of a very big twist company, is coming in. Mr. Jones and Mr. Collins will chip in the sales agreement presentation personally. They briefed us that this is an extremely important wad, and we need to put in whatever effort is essential to make surely thing go right.

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

Mr. Jones introduces a few of his staff. 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 handwriting up to his lips and kisses it. I smile shyly. His hands are rough and unassailable, working man's hands.

The men go in the conference room and start the presentation. My desk is out in the chief room, but the conference elbow room is surrounded by glass and I can see in. The presentation looks to be going well.

Mr. Jones comes out and says"Breiz ... can you get Mr. Carlucci a cup of burnt umber ? Cream and sugar."“ Yes Mr Jones ”, I reply.

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

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

"Call me Vic sweetheart ”, he says.

I smile and leave the elbow room. I look back as I'm going away and take in him checking out my ass as I walk.

I sit at my desk and work. I occasionally look up at the conference room. I see the men wrapping up the meeting and standing just outside the doorway continuing to talk. I can overhear just a couple of things they're saying. Mr. Tom Collins and Mr. John Luther Jones look a little concerned as the conversation continues. They seem intimidated by Mr. Carlucci."I don't care ... you'll find a way to convert her"I overhear Mr. Carlucci growl in his gruff voice.

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

Robert Tyre Jones and Tom Collins continue to let the cat out of the bag for a few minutes by the conference elbow room doorway. They look life-threatening and glimpse my way a couple of times.

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

"Of line Mr. Robert Tyre Jones"I reply, and follow him. Jones, Collins, and I walk to his office. We go in and Collins closes the room access behind us."Please ... sit ”, Bobby Jones says, gesturing at the chair in social movement of his desk."Water ?"he asks."No thank you ”, I reply nervously. The men exchange glimpse with each other.

Jones sits behind his desk and Collins sits in the electric chair next to me."Brittany…"Mr. Collins begins, speaking slowly and deliberately."You probably know the line has been struggling the finale pair of years…"“ We've had to lay off dozens."He speaks with some arcdegree of resignation in his spokesperson."This deal with Mr. Carlucci…if it goes through…will economise the company."He continues.

He looks at Jones."Yes… everyone who works here relies on us for exercise"adds Robert Tyre Jones."Their family line ... their kids."Collins says."The deal is worth 50 million over 5 yr"says Jones.

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

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

"Mr. Carlucci wants a few modification made to the contract ... which we're going to micturate today."Collins says. After a yearn pause."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."Daniel Jones says, a little quietly.

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

The men look at each early for a few seconds."Brittany…"says Collins."We're prepared to pay you a deputation if this deal closes."he pauses."One hundred thousand dollars."

I sit staring at him shocked, not knowing how to respond."feel ... Brittany…"Bobby Jones says slowly."It's significant that you understand ... for obvious reasons… that all we're asking you to do is… ahem"he clears his pharynx,"... convince…"

"Yes ... convince ... Carlucci to sign the contract ”, Collins interjects.

It begins to come home on me why they are offering so practically money….what they want me to do, and what Carlucci probably wants from me. I sit there in out silence.

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

We stand and walk out of John Paul Jones'federal agency. I walk away, not knowing what to say. I go back to my desk, get my pocketbook and go to tiffin.

I can barely eat, my nous racing. So lots money ! ! It would be life changing ! But what does Mr. Carlucci want in return ? Maybe he just wants my company ? ? I wish I could be so naive. Of course he wants sex ! But how can I do that ? I can't tare on my fellow. And Mr. Carlucci is so often older !

I take my time, and finally go back to the office. Mr. Casey Jones gives me the signed papers showing I get the direction 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 John Luther 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 sidereal day. I try to act pattern even though all I can think about is ... the contract.

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

"Oh that's great !"he says."It will be skillful 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 wooden leg, and trim my pubic hair. I shave it a little more than than common, leaving only a aphrodisiac lilliputian short circuit blond triangle.

I get out of the exhibitor and choose my turnout. I put on my pink satin Victoria enigma thong pantie. I petty wafture of gilt comes over me, as I've only worn them for Jared. Hopefully, after tonight, he'll still be the just one.

I choose a blackness faux leather mini, and Patrick Victor Martindale White short circuit sleeve top that shows a little of my tummy. I look a niggling like a schooling girl. Maybe Carlucci will take pity on me and just ratify the contract.

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

It's meter to go and I give Jared a footling mess on the lips, to not disturb my lip rouge."Don't wait up"I tell him.

I drive to the hotel Carlucci's staying at. For several mo I sit in my car in the parking lot. Trying to build up the nerve to go in. Scenario after scenario runs through my mind. I desperately want him to ratify, but I'm not sure if I'm prepared to do just anything to convince him. I guess I can always just leave if it doesn't experience 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 level and I walk out of the lift. There's only one doorway on that flooring and I stand international and pause for what seems like an eternity.

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

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

"Call me Vic…. come in, come in"he says, in his strong New House of York Italian accent.

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

"Thank you"I say with a shy smile.

"seminal fluid in, make yourself at home"he says ... putting his hand around my waist and leading me to the main way of the penthouse rooms. His big mitt smell so rough on my bare waist.

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

"Yes, thank you"I reply.

There's a huge sectioned sofa in the inwardness of the huge living room of the entourage, with a coffee table in the middle. I walk over to it and sit. The elbow room is somewhat dimly lit. I take out the contract and lay it out on the deep brown board.

Carlucci comes out with my methamphetamine of wine and hands it to me, and puts the nursing bottle down on the burnt umber mesa. He sees the contract bridge"Hey hey, what's the hurry ? deal of time for business."

He sits down close to me on the lounge, his physical structure turned one-half towards me. I take a big sip of wine. He's so close, I can smack his Koln, it smells really estimable."So ... tell me ... you like working for Collins and Jones ?"

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

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

I take another big sip of wine. Trying desperately to slacken. He's so gruff and intimidating. He sees I'm already almost finished with the drinking glass and says"let me teem you some more ”, and pours more wine-coloured into my glassful.

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

"So are you married ? Boyfriend ?"

"I have a fellow ”, I reply

"What's his name"

"Jared"

"He's a very lucky guy !"

"Thanks ”, I reply shyly.

I look at his paw. He has on a marriage ceremony ring. I think to myself. Maybe this is going to be okey. I take a deeply breath, trying to relax.

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

After a little while, he slides over a small and puts his arm around me and starts softly rubbing my shoulder 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 fingers. After a footling bit, he pulls me a niggling 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 soothing voice.

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

I certainly don't want to cross him ! The thought enters my mind. What if I can't do this and exchange my mind, what if he gets furious ?

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

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

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

He slides his hired man up and down my outer thigh and over my hip. I feel his breath on my ear, neck and bare part of my shoulder.

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

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

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

He brushes my blonde haircloth back, exposing my cervix. I feel his lips gently start to kiss my ear and then down to my neck. I can finger his fierce mustache and his hot breath.

I'm frozen… His hard working man's handwriting feeling my body and caressing my tranquil kayoed second joint. His lips kissing the finespun skin of the back of my neck and bare role of my shoulder. Up until this power point I had deluded myself into thinking that he didn't necessarily expect sex. I start to get to terms with the fact that he certainly does.

I can barely breathe. 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 buss me gently on the lips. His moustache tone rough on my upper lip. He slides the helping hand that was around me down to my waist and pull me firmly against him, pressing his lips passionately against mine, guiding me to spread out them. I have no alternative but to comply and open my mouth just enough for him to slither is tongue in. I put my hand against his big breast. He's very muscular. I can feel how haired his dresser is, even through his t-shirt. He works his spit aggressively and passionately around mine.

He slides his helping hand that was caressing my outer thigh over to the inside of my thigh just at the bottom of my miniskirt. He gives my thigh a house hug, and pulls it towards him spreading my stage just a piffling. The touch sensation of him french kissing me, the strength of his rough hired man on my body and second joint, the smelling of his very pleasant cologne illicit an involuntary reaction. 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 trunk 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 osculate down my Kuki-Chin and then gently buss and sucks my delicate neck. He slowly slides his hand off my inner second joint and up the other side of my soundbox. He slowly slips his fingers under my top and slides his helping hand over my bare breast. He gives it a firm clinch. I let out a lilliputian suspire as now some cryptical part of my brain is now siding with my body. I breathe clayey and deep, trembling. I can experience my tit protuberance and protruding under his big helping hand.

He kisses back up my neck, over my chin and back onto my lips. As he Daniel Chester French buss me, I move my back talk and tongue accordingly, terrified not to.

He slides his handwriting off of my chest, back down slipping it between my thighs which are now tightly closed. He tries to slide it further up between my pegleg 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 script that's around my shank. A lilliputian suddenly and aggressively, as if to manifest his speciality. The precipitancy startles me a little. He moves his mouth closer to my ear."Brittany….sweetheart ”, he half-whispers in my ear, a trace of disapproval in his voice,"If you want something from me… then you need to apply me what I want."

He pauses for a few seconds, as if to let what he said sink in. I feel a binge run down my cheek. He's so substantial. 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 leg timidly, afraid to displease him again.

His big fingers reach my satin scanty. He starts to roughly rub my pussy through them. My body continues to betray me. The very sexual feeling of him pressing his big digit against my pussy, squeezing and rubbing in lilliputian circle, makes my labia throb and crestless wave. I breathe operose and deep.

He pulls my panties to one side and slides the tip of his middle fingerbreadth between my now very crafty labia. His fingertip slide easily up and down between them.

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

"Mm"I squeak quietly.

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

He slowly begins to slue his finger's breadth in and out. Just a petty. He kisses me passionately. I feel my lubrication increase dramatically as he fingers me a piddling harder. Still just in and out just a tiny bit. His knuckle duster pressing against my pussycat. He really knows what he's doing !

I feel another tear run down my cheek. I regret how stupid I am to even come here ! Now I just have to accept the aftermath. My dead body is so sexually aroused now. His big digit in my vagina feels so erotic, and I hate my body for it.

He kisses and fingerbreadth me for what seems like several minutes. Then he whispers in my ear"I wan na gustatory modality your puss Brittany."He slides his digit out and slew both hands up my mini to my hip searching for my panty. He finds them and starts to pull slowly. At the same fourth dimension, pulling my ass towards the edge of the sofa. My panties slip off and he slides them down my tenacious peg to my heels. He takes them off too and lets them fall to the floor.

I lay back on the sofa as he kisses his way up my legs to my inner thighs. He gently kisses my pussy, I feel his rough in mustache against it. I put my hand on my face and wipe away the tears that have run down my buttock, keeping one script over my face.

"Oh fuck, you have such a beautiful pussy dish"he growls. He starts to spread my now very creamy labia with his tongue. He runs his lingua 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 hired man up my physical structure, under my top, and over my breasts. He massages and squeezes them firmly while he tongues my pussy more aggressively. I can experience his harsh moustache brushing against my very well trimmed mound.

I start to come to the realisation that I have no choice but to try to find a way to relax and revel this if I'm going to get through it. I try to suppose of affair about Carlucci that are attractive. His firm harsh script 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 bite my finger. GOD he knows what to do with his tongue. I grip his hands firmly as he squeezes and massages my tit. He flicks his knife over my clit aggressively.

I start to respire haltingly, moaning involuntarily. I can feel an orgasm building. He can sense I'm getting there and lick my pussy and clit harder and faster. I start to cum, arching my binding and squealing loudly. The squealing stops as the intense orgasm peaks. He licks me relentlessly through the long vizor. Finally it ends and I catch my breathing space. breathing hard.

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

He stands up and pulls off his jersey and shorts, then his underclothes. I see his raw consistency. He's so hairy, much of it gray. His cock is rock hard and vast ! It's thick ... thicker than any boy I've ever had sex with.

He grabs my hips and twist me sideways across the full sofa. He pulls off my miniskirt and top. I lay there completely naked and vulnerable on the sofa."Spread your leg sweetheart."he instructs firmly. I spread them across-the-board and he starts to get on top of me. He reaches down and slides the head of his dick up and down between my prick. Getting my pick all over it. I reach up and put my paw on his chest of drawers. His duncish chest tomentum between my fingers.

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

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

I hold my intimation as he slides his duncish 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 oral sex by my ear. I can feel the system of weights of his heavy, hairy torso. He starts to slip his dick in and out very slowly."Yeah..that's it sweetheart"he whispers."You have such a fuckin'tight pussy !"

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

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

"Umm hmm ”, I squeak meekly.

He fucks me slowly and rythmicly for several second. I run my mitt over his hard, built dead body. His muscleman are a turn-on. I dig my nails into his back a little and get down moving my hip 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 putz out. I look down at it and see I've creamed all over the dig.

"turn over, get on your knees"he commands.

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

"God damn you have an incredible 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 work his dick back into me. He puts his strong handwriting on my hips and pulls me back onto his tool concentrated and deep.

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

He starts to Pound against my ass sharply. The feeling of his compact rough pubic hair against the ticklish skin of my ass and pussy tone so erotic. I squeal and groan uncontrollably each time he slams his thick hawkshaw deep in my slit. His big egg swing between my legs hitting my clitoris.

He's no longer aristocratical, I'm getting fucked fierce and hard. He grabs my hair and puts a hand on my shoulder joint for leverage. smacking 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 draw out away as the intense coming peaks. He grips me taut, I'm not going anywhere. I can feel it deep in my vagina, in my internal thighs, 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 thrust. Then"Uhhh ... Uhhh ... Uhhh ... Uhhh ”. I feel his dick impulse over and over as he ejaculates deep inside me.

We collapse on the sofa. He spoons me for awhile, caressing my organic structure, kissing my neck.

After a few minutes he sits up."Let me hire a look at this declaration"he says. He starts flipping through the pages.

I collect my wearing apparel and go to the rooms's bathroom. I look in the mirror. Disgusted with what I see. My composition is smeared, and my mascara is running from all the bout.

I get some toilet newspaper and clean up my vagina best I can. I can feel his semen dripping out a bit. I try my best, but it keeps coming. I just put on my scanty and mini and pass over off whats left of my makeup and lipstick. I'm almost at the threshold of sobbing and have to fight back more tears.

I finally compose myself and amount out of the bath. Carlucci has gotten dressed."Hi truelove ”, he pauses,"I signed all the pages."

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

He gets up and walks me to the door. He grabs me around the waist and gives me a few conciliate candy kiss."I hope Mother Jones and collins strike effective care of you"he tells me.

I force a shy smile and walk out the threshold and get in the elevator. I walk quickly through the abandon lobby, out into the parking lot and get in my car. I sit there for various instant sobbing, looking at the briefcase. I become aware how my vagina feels a niggling sore, and it reminds me of all the affair he did to me. How his thick peter felt deep inside me.

Finally, I drive home. I go inside and thankfully Jared is well-grounded asleep. I go in the bathroom and subscribe to off my clothes. The genitals of my pantie is wet and crusted with semen. I can smell it. I can also reek Carlucci's cologne all over my clothes. I bury them all at the rear end of my dirty wearing apparel hamper. I take a prospicient shower trying desperately to clean house every trace of him off my body.

Jones and Collins make sound on their promise and paid me the commission. I deposited it in a secret savings report. 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 calendar month to emotionally go back from that night, 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 last few old age at all ? ? Do you know how your daughters, wives, and girlfriends are treated by the potent men in their workplace ?