“ I don't see that you have much pick, fille William James,"Alex said, leaning back into the heavily-padded, monstrous swivel chair behind his desk.

The death chair was made of rich people lightlessness leather and it's back reached highschool up over her boss'caput, reminding Sharon of a seat for some stern justice who might slap her into chains. The frightened young charwoman squirmed uncomfortably in a diminished chair at the front of the massive oak desk.

"Mr. Alex,"she said emphatically, straining to register her honesty with her voice,"I promise you, I didn't have anything to do with the money that's missing, no matter what you or anybody else might believe !"

"flavor,"Mr. Alex said, leaning forward and dropping his hands to the desk."There's no sense in arguing about it, because my office manager confirms that it's true. Miss Amanna says she gave you the locked box with two-hundred thousand naira in it to put away and when she checked it later, the money was gone. She went through your desk while you were at intermission, and she found the missing key to the box in your top drawer."

"I didn't take that money,"Sharon said tensely."I'm a secretary, not a thief !"

Mr. Alex's smile was caustic."Then what about the two-hundred grand naira we found stuck in the middle compartment of your bag ?"

"Somebody must suffer put it there while I was away from my desk !"Sharon cried, her mind in a complete swirl. Somehow, the wh0l£ good afternoon had gone completely crazy, and everything was running out of restraint. The young womanhood, only a few years out of the polytechnic, was growing more and more frightened and confused, and she didn't know what to do.
"That may be,"Alex said as a corrupt, sneering smile began to spread on his face."But who's going to believe you ? Do you call back the constabulary are going to take your Son against ours when a man of affairs and his berth manager tell them an employee has stolen our money ?"

"They can't examine it because I didn't do it !"Sharon gasped.

"Ah, but they can !"Alex laughed triumphantly."They'll have two goodish witnesses in me and Miss Amanna. I know you don't have any money, so you'll drop time in pokey because you can't make bail bond, and the newspapers will tell everybody that you're zip but a uncouth stealer. And even if you do manage to get out of clink after a while, you'll have lost your job in the meantime. And there's nonentity else who'll give another job to someone whose icon has been in the paper for stealing money from their employer."

It all made such roughshod sense. Even Sharon could empathize that the police force would be more likely to believe Mr. Alex than her.



"What do you want, Mr. Alex ?"she asked, feeling defeated."What is it that you want me to do ?"

"Just what I told you before,"he said with a sadistic grin."Instead of arguing with me and making me mad, you ought to be doing something nice to take my mind off calling the police."

"But I can't do what you asked,"Sharon said desperately.

"Sure you can,"her boss insisted."It's not going to hurt you to indicate me those t ! ts you're concealment under that blouse."

? Sharon's boldness burned. She could feel the plethora burn in the skin of her face and t ! ts. But she knew that she was going to cause to do exactly what he said to stay fresh him from calling the police.

"I'm tired of waiting, kick,"Alex Alex said, and reached for the phone on his desk."I'm starting to dial the police right now and the only when way you're going to stop me is to take in those t ! ts Unclad before they answer the headphone !"

Sharon whined, but she stood quickly as his finger punched out the first number. By the time the third number was pressed, she had the clit of her blouse exposed and she shrugged out of the garment, all the time watching the phone. Her boss was punching in the one-seventh digit when she reached behind her and unsnapped the hook of the bra. The cups of plod stuff fell away from her t ! ts, painting stubby Tips toward the man behind the desk.

His eyes feasted on the bare distaff t ! t build, then suddenly he shook his head.

"No, I'm sorry,"he mumbled into the phone."I don't need the police right at this minute, so I must have dialed the wrong number."

With a sigh of relief, Sharon watched him put the recipient back into its cradle and turn his eyes back to her Unclad chest. Once again, blood rushed hotly through her checks and t ! ts. She could almost feel Mr. Alex pawing her, and it made her shinny itch and crawl.

"Holy Sh*t !"Alex hissed."You do make a real wild set of t ! ts ! Chika told me that you'd have some hot t ! ts if we could ever wangle to get you down to show them to us !"
Chika ? Sharon wondered, then she connected the name to the place director, Miss Amanna. But why in the cosmos would Miss Amanna have been talking to their boss about his repository's b0s0m ?

"Can I put my bra and blouse back on now ?"Sharon asked him, wanting to hide her b0s0m, along with her shame.

His sadistic laughter seemed to fill the elbow room."You haven't even started being Unclad yet, you silly cunt !"he yelled at her."You think one peek at your t ! ts is worth me keeping you out of jail ? If you want to hang onto your exemption, reputation, and that damn paycheck of yours, you're going to have to do a wh0l£ hell of a lot Thomas More than flash your t ! ts around before you've paid your dues !"

Sharon almost panicked when he rose and started around the desk, and she backed into the recession of the government agency, holding the decoration of her hired hand up to cover her b0s0m. Her stomach tensed and her gist leaped into her throat, but Alex seemed to disregard her as he walked across the room. When he reached the other side, he took a key out and locked the doorway, then turned back to her as he dropped the key into his pocket.

"Now I want to see your Unclad butt0ckz, squawk !"he snarled at her."When you're finished, I don't want you to deliver on a st ! tch of clothes !"

"No !"Sharon squealed, clutching her b0s0m so tightly that her fingertips made grade in the flesh.

Alex snatched her bra and blouse from the chair where she had dropped them, and carried them over to an open storage locker. He tossed the garments inside, then slammed the room access and turned toward the panicked Cy Young woman.

"I told you that you didn't have a fu-Cking option,"he said as he walked back behind his desk and sat down."If you don't do everything I and Miss Amanna say, we're going to call the newspapers and the police. And right now, I'll kick you out of here with your t ! ts hanging out for all the rest of the secretarial assistant to see, then I'll tell everybody that you were stripping and begging to sU-Ck my J0yst ! ck to keep me from calling the cops !"
"Please !"Sharon groaned, but the fiery lust in her boss'centre told the young writing table that her pleas didn't stand a chance. There was nothing she could do, so she stepped forward in the room and began stripping out of her clothes, until she finally stood Unclad before Alex Odaju.

He whistled softly. The s*xy** Edward Young beef's body was even better than he had expected. He felt his long J0yst ! ck grow hard in his pant as he glared closely at her trembling flesh.She was neither unawares nor tall, perhaps five-five, with a slick body that seemed molded to her bones. Her exercising weight wasn't much more than a lxv kg, and all of it was packed in longsighted brawn that looked like they were built for hurrying. Her middle were brown with big and sinless looking orb and her characteristic were minor, giving her an appearance of being younger than she was. A long neck and small shoulders came adjacent, then her cream chocolate bod flowed down her breast to arch outward into a pair of magnificent t ! ts. Her tits were full and business firm, and the wind looked like they were almost reaching up and outward, as if seeking a mouth to sU-Ck them in. The nimbus of skin around the stubby Tips were dreary pink than the surrounding skin. Never had Alex seen a near duet of shapely t ! ts, and the lusty mass was beginning to nominate his mouth water.

Her branch were list and arduous. And the rachis of the thighs crawled up onto a pert, tight slight butt0ckz which trembled tensely because she was afraid. Far down her belly, a easygoing spell of black puss hair's-breadth grew like a pelt around the lips of her ticklish little puss. Her twat twat peeked out of its whiskers as Alex stared at Sharon's crotch, and he smiled at the evil thoughts that he had. Sharon was the secure looking repository he had ever seen in all of his forty years, and she — to Alex Odaju's delight — was in his and Chika's clutches.

"Please, Mr. Alex !"the terrified secretary m0aned."Let me get groom ! I'm so terribly ashamed !"

"Shut up !"he growled, and pushed his chair back from the desk."ejaculate over here in front of me so I can get a better face !"

A glance at the door reminded her that it was still locked.

Trembling, Sharon stumbled on faltering metrical unit to the slope of the desk, where she used a paw on top of the wooden surface to give her whirling head some balance.

"Over here, damn it !"Alex snarled, pointing at the edge of the desk in battlefront of him. When she moved around, he ordered her to face up the other way, her Unclad butt0ckz toward his face, then to lean forward onto the top of the desk.

Sharon grimaced, but did as she was told. She really saw niggling choice. She leaned forward, onto her pectus and stomach on top of the wooden desk. The position perched her butt0ckz over the edge of the desk, right in strawman of Alex's face.

"God !"she groaned in desperate abasement when she knew that he was staring right at her Unclad butt0ckz and twat. She could almost finger his centre painting her skin red with overplus as his stares pawed over her flesh.

Alex peered at the youthful woman's Unclad butt0ckz. It was there, just three feet from his typeface. He used his horseshoe to kick apart her stripped substructure until her as

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