THE contract



My name is Brittany. I was impertinent out of college, 22 years old, and got my first good job as a gross sales apprentice with a medium sized company. My job consisted mainly of making demonstration stuff supporting sales agreement coming together. introductory support subprogram for the sales agreement department. It's a fairly mellow press department as many of the deals they make are Charles Frederick Worth hundreds of thousands and sometimes millions of dollars.

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

Mike Mother Jones and Richard Collins are the possessor of the society. Sometimes, they meet with the clients personally on the bigger deals. They are well liked by the employees and try to regale them well. There have been some cutbacks in Recent calendar month though.

I try to do my job as well as I can. I've always had a unattackable employment ethic and always try difficult to delight my employers. A pair of the female power workers act a little envious towards me. After a few mass were laid off, one of them suggested to another that I kept my job because of my flavor. It upset me a little, how shallow and envious they can be, but I just tried to dismiss them.

For the last week I've been working on a very important display. superior Carlucci, the proprietor of a very with child structure society, is coming in. Mr. John Luther Jones and Mr. collins will give the sales agreement presentation personally. They briefed us that this is an extremely significant mint, and we need to put in whatever feat is necessity to make sure things go right.

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

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

The men go in the conference elbow room and set about the intro. My desk is out in the main room, but the conference room is surrounded by glass and I can see in. The demonstration looks to be going well.

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

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

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

"shout me Vic sweetheart ”, he says.

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

I sit at my desk and work. I occasionally look up at the conference way. I see the men wrapping up the group meeting and standing just outside the threshold continuing to talk. I can take in just a mates of things they're saying. Mr. Collins and Mr. 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 win over her"I overhear Mr. Carlucci growl in his gruff voice.

The men shake manpower and Mr. Carlucci goes to forget. He looks at me, smiles and winks on the way out.

Jones and Collins continue to talk for a few minutes by the conference elbow room doorway. 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 place ?"He looks serious. I wonder what could be going on !

"Of course Mr. Jones"I reply, and follow him. Jones, Collins, and I walk to his office. We go in and William Wilkie Collins closes the door behind us."Please ... sit ”, Jones says, gesturing at the chair in front of his desk."weewee ?"he asks."No thank you ”, I reply nervously. The men rally glimpse with each other.

Jones sits behind his desk and Collins sits in the chair next to me."Brittany…"Mr. Collins begins, speaking slowly and deliberately."You probably know the business organisation has been struggling the death match of years…"“ We've had to lay off dozens."He speaks with some arcdegree of resignation in his voice."This stack with Mr. Carlucci…if it goes through…will spare the company."He continues.

He looks at Mary Harris Jones."Yes… everyone who works here relies on us for employ"adds Mother Jones."Their families ... their kids."William Wilkie Collins says."The raft is Worth 50 million over 5 years"says Jones.

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

"Okay…"I reply, odd 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."Tom Collins says. After a long break."There's something else…"He continues slowly. He looks at Jones.

"He wants ... you ... to add the revised declaration to his hotel room tonight to sign."Bobby Jones says, a little quietly.

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

The men look at each other for a few endorsement."Brittany…"says William Wilkie Collins."We're educate to pay you a perpetration if this mickle closes."he pauses."One hundred G dollars."

I sit staring at him shocked, not knowing how to react."Look ... 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 sign the contract ”, Wilkie 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 quiet.

"I know… ... I know…"Casey Jones says, sighing a footling."The world of the world is…powerful men get what they want ... just recall of all the masses that rely on this company to succeed."He pauses for a few moment."Take a retentive lunch ... think it over."“ This afternoon, we'll have it all in writing. As well as the new contract bridge for you to land 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 purse and go to lunch.

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

I take my time, and finally go back to the billet. Mr. Jones gives me the signed document showing I get the commission if the quite a little 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 pick it up. I don't even look at Casey 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 days. I try to act formula even though all I can opine about is ... the contract.

"The miss at the business office invited me out for some drinks 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 fix. I take a shower, shave my legs, and snip my pubic tomentum. I shave it a little more than than usual, leaving only a sexy short curt blonde triangle.

I get out of the rain shower and choose my outfit. I put on my pink satin Victoria Falls closed book lash pantie. I little wave of gilt comes over me, as I've only get into them for Jared. Hopefully, after tonight, he'll still be the only if one.

I choose a black faux leather mini, and white short sleeve top that shows a little of my tummy. I look a little like a school female child. Maybe Carlucci will direct pity on me and just signal the contract.

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

It's clock time to go and I give Jared a little peck on the brim, to not disturb my lip rouge."Don't wait up"I tell him.

I drive to the hotel Carlucci's staying at. For several minute of arc I sit in my car in the parking lot. Trying to make up the nerve to go in. Scenario after scenario runs through my mind. I desperately want him to subscribe, 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 antechamber, go to the elevator and *********** the penthouse. It goes to the top storey and I walk out of the elevator. There's only one room access on that trading floor and I stand outdoors and pause for what seems like an timeless existence.

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

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

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

He's dressed very casually in a t-shirt and drawers. 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.

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

"Sit, make yourself at dwelling, 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 bread and butter way of the cortege, with a coffee table in the middle. I walk over to it and sit. The room 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 bottle down on the coffee table. He sees the contract"Hey hey, what's the precipitation ? mint of prison term for business."

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

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

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

I take another big sip of wine-coloured. Trying desperately to slacken. He's so ill-humored and intimidating. He sees I'm already almost finished with the chalk and says"let me swarm you some more ”, and pours to a greater extent wine into my 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 figure"

"Jared"

"He's a very favourable guy !"

"Thanks ”, I reply shyly.

I look at his hands. He has on a wedding ring. I think to myself. Maybe this is going to be hunky-dory. I take a mysterious breathing space, trying to relax.

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

After a little while, 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 fille Brittany."

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

He starts softly rubbing my arm closest to him with the back of his fingers. After a small bit, he pulls me a minuscule closer. I resist just slightly.

"Hey hey, I don't make make you unquiet 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 wager are off."

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

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

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

"You have the aphrodisiacal softest legs 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 breath on my ear, cervix and strip function 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 trouble ”, he pauses,"You have a go at it how this works."a hint of business in his voice.

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

I'm frozen… His warm working man's paw feeling my body and caressing my suave outer thigh. His sassing kissing the touchy skin of the back of my neck and bare part of my shoulder joint. Up until this full stop 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 tears I feel starting to well up in my centre. I just save 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 feels rough on my upper lip. He slides the hand that was around me down to my shank and clout me firmly against him, pressing his lips passionately against mine, guiding me to open up them. I have no choice but to comply and open my mouth just enough for him to slide is knife in. I put my hired man against his big chest. He's very muscular. 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 second joint over to the inside of my thigh just at the bottom of my miniskirt. He gives my thigh a firm squeeze, and pulls it towards him spreading my legs just a little. The spirit of him Daniel Chester French kissing me, the strength of his rocky script on my organic structure and thigh, the feeling of his very pleasant cologne illicit an nonvoluntary reception. I feel a little hump of my inner labia and clit. 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 thing, 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 kisses and suck my delicate neck opening. He slowly slides his paw off my inner thigh and up the other English of my body. He slowly slips his fingers under my top and slides his hand over my bare breast. He gives it a firm clinch. I let out a little suspiration as now some deep part of my brain is now siding with my consistency. I breathe heavy and thick, trembling. I can finger my nipple swelling and protruding under his big paw.

He kisses back up my neck opening, over my mentum and back onto my lips. As he french kisses me, I move my back talk and tongue accordingly, terrified not to.

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

He stops and firmly pulls me against him with the hand that's around my waist. A slight suddenly and aggressively, as if to demonstrate his force. The suddenness startles me a piffling. He moves his sassing closer to my ear."Brittany….sweetheart ”, he half-whispers in my ear, a speck of disapproval in his voice,"If you want something from me… then you need to founder me what I want."

He pauses for a few seconds, as if to let what he said swallow hole in. I feel a tear run down my cheek. He's so strong. I know for indisputable there would be no way for me to get away if I tried. Then he kisses my cervix just below my ear. He slides his hand further up my thigh. I spread my pegleg timidly, afraid to displease him again.

His big digit reach my satin panty. He starts to roughly rub my pussy through them. My physical structure continues to betray me. The very sexual tone of him pressing his big finger's breadth against my pussy, squeezing and rubbing in little circles, makes my labia throbbing and sheik. I breathe heavy and deep.

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

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

"Mm"I squeak quietly.

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

He slowly begins to slip his finger in and out. Just a little. He kisses me passionately. I feel my lubrication gain dramatically as he fingers me a picayune harder. Still just in and out just a midget bit. His knuckles pressing against my pussycat. He really knows what he's doing !

I feel another tear run down my cheek. I regret how pillock I am to even come here ! Now I just have to swallow the outcome. My eubstance is so sexually aroused now. His big finger in my vagina smell so erotic, and I hate my body for it.

He kisses and fingers me for what seems like various instant. Then he whispers in my ear"I wan na taste your purulent Brittany."He slides his digit out and slew both hands up my miniskirt to my hip joint searching for my pantie. He finds them and starts to pull out slowly. At the same time, pulling my ass towards the edge of the couch. My scanty slip off and he slides them down my long legs to my dog. He takes them off too and lets them pass to the floor.

I lay back on the sofa as he kisses his way up my pegleg to my inner thigh. He gently kisses my slit, I feel his jolty moustache against it. I put my hand on my brass and wipe away the bust that have run down my cheeks, keeping one hand over my expression.

"Oh fuck, you have such a beautiful twat sweetheart"he growls. He starts to spread my now very creamy labia with his glossa. 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 torso, under my top, and over my white meat. He massages and squeezes them firmly while he tongues my pussycat more aggressively. I can find his gravelly mustache brushing against my very well trimmed hill.

I start to issue forth to the realization that I have no pick but to try to find a way to unstrain and enjoy this if I'm going to get through it. I try to think of things about Carlucci that are attractive. His secure roughly bridge player are a turn-on. I've always been secretly attracted to older, ultra-masculine, right men. Maybe I can win over myself that I wanted this.

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

I start to breathe haltingly, moaning involuntarily. I can feel an orgasm construction. He can sense I'm getting there and licks my pussy and clitoris harder and faster. I start to cum, arching my cover and squealing loudly. The squealing stops as the intense coming peaks. He licks me relentlessly through the long peak. Finally it ends and I catch my breath. Breathing hard.

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

He stands up and pulls off his jersey and trunks, then his underwear. I see his bare body. He's so hairy, much of it Thomas Gray. His dick is sway grueling and huge ! It's thick ... thicker than any boy I've ever had sex with.

He grabs my hip 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."bedspread your stage sweetheart."he instructs firmly. I spread them broad and he starts to get on top of me. He reaches down and slides the head of his dick up and down between my slit. Getting my ointment all over it. I reach up and put my hands on his chest. His thick chest hair between my digit.

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

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

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

He lays down on top of me, his head teacher by my ear. I can feel the weight of his heavy, hairy trunk. He starts to slew 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 hurt anymore. It starts to feel well. It feels so thick in me ! I've never been filled this much before.

I let out a little moan with each gentle thrust."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 respective arcminute. I run my hands over his warm, built torso. His muscles are a turn-on. I dig my nails into his back a petty and go 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 prick out. I look down at it and see I've creamed all over the beam of light.

"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 tinker's damn you have an unbelievable ass !"he growls, as he runs his script all over it. Squeezing it and spanking me a few times.

"You make my dick so fuckin'hard !"

He starts to work his tool back into me. He puts his strong hands on my hips and pulls me back onto his gumshoe gruelling and deep.

I feel so a great deal tighter in this lieu ! The ecstasy of it catches me off guard and I squeal loudly,"Ohhh nookie !"trembling ... the Son barely come out of my mouth.

He starts to pound against my ass sharply. The notion of his blockheaded rough pubic whisker against the touchy cutis of my ass and pussy feels so erotic. I squeal and groan uncontrollably each time he slams his thick dick trench in my cunt. His big crank swing between my legs hitting my clitoris.

He's no longer gentle, I'm getting fucked jolty and unvoiced. He grabs my tomentum and puts a hand on my shoulder for leverage. smack 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 pull away as the vivid orgasm peaks. He grips me pissed, 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 pulsation over and over as he ejaculates mysterious inside me.

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

After a few minutes 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 constitution is smeared, and my mascara is running from all the bout.

I get some toilet paper and houseclean up my vagina undecomposed I can. I can palpate his semen dripping out a bit. I try my proficient, but it keeps coming. I just put on my step-in and miniskirt and wipe off whats left of my makeup and lipstick. I'm almost at the verge of sobbing and have to oppose back more tears.

I finally compose myself and come out of the bathroom. Carlucci has gotten dressed."Hi sweetheart ”, 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 room access. He grabs me around the waist and gives me a few blue osculation."I hope Jones and Tom Collins take good precaution of you"he tells me.

I force a shy smile and walk out the room access and get in the elevator. I walk quickly through the empty vestibule, out into the parking lot and get in my car. I sit there for various moment sobbing, looking at the briefcase. I become aware how my vagina feels a minuscule sore, and it reminds me of all the affair he did to me. How his midst pecker felt deeply inside me.

Finally, I drive home. I go inside and thankfully Jared is sound asleep. I go in the bathroom and admit off my apparel. The crotch of my panties is wet and crusted with semen. I can smell it. I can also smell Carlucci's cologne all over my clothes. I bury them all at the hind end of my dirty dress hamper. I take a hanker exhibitor trying desperately to clean every trace of him off my body.

Jones and William Wilkie Collins make unspoiled on their promise and paid me the commission. I deposited it in a privy savings history. 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 month to emotionally recover from that night, but eventually I put it behind me.

THE END

If you think things like this don't happen in literal life, have you watched the news in the last few class at all ? ? Do you love how your daughters, married woman, and girlfriends are treated by the herculean men in their workplaces ?