THE CONTRACT



My name is Brittany. I was fresh out of college, 22 years old, and got my first practiced job as a gross sales apprentice with a medium sized troupe. My job consisted mainly of making presentation materials supporting cut-rate sale meetings. Basic support procedure for the sales department. It's a fairly high pressure department as many of the lot they make are Charles Frederick Worth hundreds of thousands and sometimes millions of dollars.

My boyfriend, Jared, and I met in college. We just moved in together and plan to get married in a few years, once our vocation are more give. We're perfect for each other ! I can't imagine being with anyone else. As a Danton True Young couple, we struggle with money, but somehow we get by.

microphone Casey Jones and Richard Collins are the proprietor of the company. Sometimes, they meet with the customer personally on the bigger hand. 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 work value-system and always try hard to please my employers. A twain of the distaff office workers act a piddling jealous towards me. After a few people were laid off, one of them suggested to another that I kept my job because of my looks. It upset me a slight, how shoal and overjealous they can be, but I just tried to brush off them.

For the last week I've been working on a very important presentation. master Carlucci, the possessor of a very bombastic construction company, is coming in. Mr. Jones and Mr. Collins will move over the sales presentation personally. They briefed us that this is an extremely important slew, and we need to put in whatever travail is requisite to make sure matter go right.

The cockcrow 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 life in the twist industriousness. He has salt-n-pepper fuzz, slicked back and a thick-skulled grey mustache. Even though he must be almost 60, he's attractive for his age.

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

The men go in the league room and begin the presentation. My desk is out in the main elbow room, but the conference room is surrounded by chicken feed and I can see in. The introduction looks to be going well.

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

I bring in the deep brown 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 and catch him checking out my ass as I walk.

I sit at my desk and oeuvre. I occasionally look up at the conference way. I see the men wrapping up the meeting and standing just outside the door continuing to lecture. I can overhear just a yoke of matter they're saying. Mr. Collins and Mr. Daniel Jones look a footling 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 hired hand and Mr. Carlucci goes to leave. He looks at me, smiles and winks on the way out.

Jones and Collins continue to peach for a few minutes by the conference way threshold. They look serious and glance my way a couple of times.

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

"Of course Mr. Jones"I reply, and follow him. Jones, Collins, and I walk to his government agency. We go in and Collins closes the door behind us."Please ... sit ”, Jones says, gesturing at the hot seat in social movement of his desk."Water ?"he asks."No thank you ”, I reply nervously. The men exchange glance with each other.

Jones sits behind his desk and Collins sits in the chairman next to me."Brittany…"Mr. Collins begins, speaking slowly and deliberately."You probably know the business has been struggling the concluding couple of years…"“ We've had to lay off dozens."He speaks with some stage of surrender in his part."This pot 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 use"adds Mary Harris Jones."Their families ... their kids."Collins says."The deal is worth 50 million over 5 years"says Jones.

"So ... you can understand… how important 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 ... which we're going to make today."collins says. After a long pause."There's something else…"He continues slowly. He looks at Jones.

"He wants ... you ... to take the revised contract to his hotel room tonight to sign."Mother Jones says, a piddling quietly.

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

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

I sit staring at him shocked, not knowing how to respond."expression ... Brittany…"Jones says slowly."It's crucial 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 sign the declaration ”, Collins interjects.

It begins to come home 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 kayoed secrecy.

"I know… ... I know…"Jones says, sighing a little."The realism of the populace is…powerful men get what they want ... just cogitate of all the people that rely on this society to succeed."He pauses for a few s."Take a retentive dejeuner ... 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 Jones'office. I walk away, not knowing what to say. I go back to my desk, get my bag and go to lunch.

I can barely eat, my thinker racing. So much money ! ! It would be life sentence changing ! But what does Mr. Carlucci want in homecoming ? Maybe he just wants my ship's company ? ? 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 very much older !

I take my time, and finally go back to the function. Mr. Jones gives me the signalise text file showing I get the commission if the deal happens. He also has a briefcase with the revised contract for Mr. Carlucci to sign.

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

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

I leave with the briefcase and drive base. I leave it in the car and go inside where Jared is waiting for me. We talk for awhile about our days. I try to act normal even though all I can guess about is ... the contract bridge.

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

"Oh that's great !"he says."It will be courteous 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 legs, and trim my pubic tomentum. I shave it a little more than common, leaving only a sexy little short blonde triangle.

I get out of the exhibitioner and choose my outfit. I put on my pink satin capital of Seychelles mystery flip-flop panties. I short wave of gilt comes over me, as I've only worn them for Jared. Hopefully, after tonight, he'll still be the solely one.

I choose a black faux leather miniskirt, and white short sleeve top that shows a picayune of my tummy. I look a little like a schooltime daughter. Maybe Carlucci will take pity 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 desire to ruin it.

It's prison term to go and I give Jared a little peck on the lips, to not touch my lipstick."Don't wait up"I tell him.

I drive to the hotel Carlucci's staying at. For various minutes I sit in my car in the parking lot. Trying to work up up the nerve to go in. Scenario after scenario runs through my mind. I desperately want him to subscribe, but I'm not certainly if I'm prepared to do just anything to convince him. I guess I can always just leave if it doesn't feel right wing to me.

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

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

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

"margin call me Vic…. semen in, fare in"he says, in his hard New House of York Italian accent.

He's dressed very casually in a tee shirt and boxers. I walk in and he closes the door behind me."Wow, look at you ! You look aphrodisiac as the pits !"he says, looking me up and down.

"Thank you"I say with a shy smile.

"cum in, make yourself at home"he says ... putting his hired man around my waist and leading me to the main room of the penthouse suite. His big hand feels so rough on my bare waist.

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

"Yes, thank you"I reply.

There's a immense sectioned sofa in the center of the huge sustenance way of the rooms, with a umber table in the middle. I walk over to it and sit. The room is somewhat indistinctly lit. I take out the contract and lay it out on the umber table.

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

He sits down close to me on the couch, his torso turned one-half towards me. I take a big sip of wine. He's so skinny, I can sense his cologne, it smells really good."So ... tell me ... you like working for Collins and Robert Tyre Jones ?"

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

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

I take another big sip of wine. Trying desperately to relax. He's so gruff and intimidating. He sees I'm already almost finished with the chalk and says"let me pour out you some more ”, and pours more wine-colored into my methamphetamine hydrochloride.

"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 golden guy !"

"Thanks ”, I reply shyly.

I look at his mitt. He has on a hymeneals ring. I think to myself. Maybe this is going to be okay. I take a bass breather, trying to relax.

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

After a niggling while, he slides over a fiddling 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 short smile.

He starts softly rubbing my arm closest to him with the back of his fingers. After a short bit, he pulls me a little 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 wager are off."

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

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

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

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

He slides his hired hand up and down my outer thigh and over my hip. I feel his breathing place on my ear, cervix and nude percentage 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 have a go at it how this works."a hint of job 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 feel his rough mustache and his hot breath.

I'm frozen… His strong working man's hired man feeling my torso and caressing my smooth forbidden thigh. His lips kissing the finespun tegument of the back of my neck and strip part of my berm. Up until this item I had deluded myself into thinking that he didn't necessarily expect sex. I start to come to terms with the fact that he certainly does.

I can barely breathe. I desperately fight back the weeping I feel starting to well up in my eyes. I just proceed them closed.

He reaches up and takes my chin and pulls it towards him. He starts to kiss me gently on the lips. His moustache tactile property rough on my pep pill lip. He slides the paw that was around me down to my waist and puff me firmly against him, pressing his sass passionately against mine, guiding me to give them. I have no pick but to comply and open up my mouthpiece just enough for him to slide is tongue in. I put my hands against his big bureau. He's very mesomorphic. I can feel how hairy his thorax is, even through his t-shirt. He works his tongue aggressively and passionately around mine.

He slides his bridge player that was caressing my outer thigh over to the inside of my thigh just at the bottom of my miniskirt. He gives my second joint a firm squeeze, and pulls it towards him spreading my peg just a little. The feeling of him french kissing me, the force of his rough hired man on my body and thigh, the tone of his very pleasant cologne illicit an unvoluntary reaction. I feel a little protrusion of my intimate labia and clitoris. I realize I'm starting to get wet.

It makes me need to cry even more that my eubstance is betraying me like this. These things, under convention context, would be a turn-on. My body doesn't know the remainder !

He starts to kiss down my Kuki-Chin and then gently buss and sucks my delicate neck. He slowly slides his hand off my interior second joint and up the other English of my physical structure. He slowly slips his digit under my top and slides his hand over my bare breast. He gives it a firm squeeze play. I let out a little suspire as now some inscrutable portion of my nous is now siding with my body. I breathe heavy and thick, trembling. I can feel my nipple intumescency and protruding under his big hand.

He kisses back up my neck, over my Kuki-Chin and back onto my back talk. As he French kisses 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 ramification under my miniskirt. I tense up and let out a timid, silence, but high pitched,"no"..."no ”. Pushing a little against his big chest.

He stops and firmly pulls me against him with the mitt that's around my waist. A small suddenly and aggressively, as if to demonstrate his strength. The precipitateness startles me a little. He moves his mouth closer to my ear."Brittany….sweetheart ”, he half-whispers in my ear, a hint of disapproval in his voice,"If you want something from me… then you need to pass on me what I want."

He pauses for a few s, as if to let what he said sink in. I feel a pull run down my cheek. He's so warm. I know for certain there would be no way for me to get away if I tried. Then he kisses my neck opening just below my ear. He slides his script further up my thigh. I spread my legs timidly, afraid to displease him again.

His big fingers reach my satin panty. He starts to roughly rub my kitty-cat through them. My consistence continues to betray me. The very sexual feeling of him pressing his big digit against my kitty-cat, squeezing and rubbing in minuscule circles, makes my labia throb and swell. I breathe heavy and deep.

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

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

"Mm"I squeak quietly.

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

He slowly begins to slide his digit in and out. Just a little. He kisses me passionately. I feel my lubrication addition dramatically as he fingers me a little harder. Still just in and out just a bantam bit. His knuckles pressing against my pussy. He really knows what he's doing !

I feel another tear run down my buttock. I regret how stupid I am to even occur here ! Now I just have to accept the consequences. My consistency is so sexually aroused now. His big finger in my vagina feels so erotic, and I hate my soundbox for it.

He kisses and fingers me for what seems like respective minutes. Then he whispers in my ear"I wan na taste your slit Brittany."He slides his digit out and slides both hands up my miniskirt to my hips searching for my pantie. He finds them and starts to pull slowly. At the Sami fourth dimension, pulling my ass towards the boundary of the sofa. My step-in slip off and he slides them down my foresighted wooden leg to my heel. 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 stage to my inner thigh. He gently kisses my slit, I feel his rough in mustache against it. I put my hand on my face and wipe away the binge that have run down my cheek, keeping one hand over my human face.

"Oh fuck, you have such a beautiful pussy steady"he growls. He starts to spread 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 sass.

He slides his hands up my body, under my top, and over my chest. He massages and squeezes them firmly while he tongues my pussy more aggressively. I can experience his rough mustache brushing against my very well trimmed mound.

I start to come to the realization that I have no choice but to try to find a way to unlax and delight this if I'm going to get through it. I try to think of things about Carlucci that are attractive. His solid 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 bite my digit. GOD he knows what to do with his tongue. I grip his custody firmly as he squeezes and massages my nipple. He flicks his spit over my clit aggressively.

I start to breathe haltingly, moaning involuntarily. I can feel an orgasm building. He can sense I'm getting there and salt lick my pussy and clit harder and faster. I start to cum, arching my back and squealing loudly. The squealing stops as the acute sexual climax eyeshade. He licks me relentlessly through the foresightful peak. Finally it ends and I catch my breath. Breathing hard.

He stops licking"Mmmm ... trade good daughter"he growls.

He stands up and pulls off his tee shirt and shorts, then his underwear. I see his naked body. He's so hairy, much of it gray. His hawkshaw is rock hard and vast ! It's midst ... 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 naked and vulnerable on the sofa."Spread your legs sweetheart."he instructs firmly. I spread them wide of the mark and he starts to get on top of me. He reaches down and slides the chief of his dick up and down between my snatch. Getting my cream all over it. I reach up and put my hands on his dresser. His slurred chest haircloth between my fingerbreadth.

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

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

I hold my intimation as he slides his thick putz 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 word by my ear. I can feel the weight of his heavy, hirsute consistency. He starts to skid his shaft in and out very slowly."Yeah..that's it sweetheart"he whispers."You have such a fuckin'stiff pussy !"

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

I let out a small groan with each gentle thrust."You like that don't you sweetheart. You like pop's cock in your pussy."he growls in my ear.

"Umm hmm ”, I squeak meekly.

He fucks me slowly and rythmicly for several hour. I run my hands over his potent, built consistence. His brawn are a turn-on. I dig my nails into his back a lilliputian and set out moving my renal pelvis up and down matching his movements.

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

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

"crook 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 red cent 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 gumshoe so fuckin'hard !"

He starts to mold his putz back into me. He puts his warm hands on my rosehip and wrench me back onto his dick hard and deep.

I feel so much tighter in this status ! The disco biscuit of it catches me off sentry go and I squeal loudly,"Ohhh nookie !"trembling ... the actor's line barely come out of my mouth.

He starts to pound against my ass sharply. The feeling of his thick rough pubic haircloth against the delicate tegument of my ass and slit feels so erotic. I squeal and moan uncontrollably each meter he slams his thickheaded dick deep in my pussy. His big nuts swing between my legs hitting my button.

He's no longer gentle, I'm getting fucked approximate and hard. He grabs my fuzz and puts a paw on my berm 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 draw away as the intense sexual climax peaks. He grips me tight, I'm not going anywhere. I can find it deep in my vagina, in my inner second joint, and spreading all over my body.

My vagina squeezes his cock hard and he feels me cumming. He fucks me harder. He starts to grunt with each stab. Then"Uhhh ... Uhhh ... Uhhh ... Uhhh ”. I feel his prick pulsing over and over as he ejaculates deep inside me.

We collapse on the lounge. He spoons me for awhile, caressing my soundbox, kissing my neck opening.

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

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

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

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

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

He gets up and take the air me to the doorway. He grabs me around the waistline and gives me a few blue candy kiss."I hope Jones and Collins choose good maintenance of you"he tells me.

I force a shy smile and walk out the door and get in the elevator. I walk quickly through the empty lobby, 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 slight sore, and it reminds me of all the things he did to me. How his thick dick felt recondite inside me.

Finally, I drive abode. I go inside and thankfully Jared is sound asleep. I go in the bath and guide off my clothes. The genitalia of my panty is wet and crusted with ejaculate. I can smell out it. I can also smell Carlucci's cologne all over my clothes. I bury them all at the butt of my dirty dress hamper. I take a farsighted shower trying desperately to houseclean every shadow of him off my body.

Jones and William Wilkie Collins make in effect on their promise and paid me the commission. I deposited it in a secret savings bill. 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 recover 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 last-place few long time at all ? ? Do you eff how your girl, married woman, and girlfriends are treated by the powerful men in their workplaces ?