"How is it..." "Shut up and leave me alone," she barked, then spun around. The two men escorting her talked casually about this weekend's basketball game, ignoring her completely.
"I'll just bet you haven't," he spit out each word deliberately, each one cutting into her like a knife. While she was typing, Rodrigo stuck his head over their shared wall. "Here we go," she said in the most chipper voice she could muster. "It's better if you don't know." ========== Diane felt herself getting more and more nervous as she was led through the house and down a flight of stairs.
Rodrigo, the man in the cubicle next to hers, watched her as she made her way down the hall. Lars grinding his teeth, Lars considering what her punishment would be. Men's voices talking quietly, a glass clinking against a table. Her escorts walked her toward the sound of the breathing. She heard the man's breathing stop and a low moan escape his throat.
She threw the empty cup and the sandwich into the trash and walked down the hall back toward her office. The new man had her office, Vader's excuse had been that he needed the filing cabinets and wall space but she knew it was the beginning of her downward spiral. Lars looking for her, looking at his watch, looking for her. Hinges grating and sounds from inside another room. Reflexively, her hands crossed at the small of her back.
She'd spend the rest of the night naked, or clad in latex, leather or lingerie, servicing the rest of whatever batch of thugs he'd lined up for the evening. She couldn't tell if he was being social or hitting on her and didn't care. There was no space in her life for any more complication. She felt his body go limp and fall backward against the wall. The room was quiet except for the man's rapid and shallow breathing.
She made it to her desk and collapsed into her chair, put her head on her desk and immediately fell asleep. Bates." Diane raised her head, felt a trickle of drool slip between her lips. Diane pulled her head back and licked his shaft clean, then the tops of his thighs. When she was finished, she leaned back on her heels and crossed her hands at the small of her back again. Excellently done, Diane." She recognized the voice, it was John. The hands on her shoulders massaged her gently, she let herself relax.
Monish had started blackmailing her the day after he'd fucked her in one of Lars' gangbangs.
"A true whore knows how to behave even without being given instructions." She felt hands touching her shoulders, he was standing behind her. Whatever was coming up, she knew she would like it. "Let's see what she has to keep us interested." She felt John's hands on her, unzipping the jacket. Monish was making a lot of money on those other nights. " Diane's eyes turned and saw the look on his face. Diane walked back to Vader's office and saw the two men looking at a computer screen with a list of names and addresses. Bailey walked Diane to the elevator, holding her arm again in a firm but polite grip. Bailey pushed back the sleeve of his jacket, looked at his watch. But, if she surrendered so easily, it was practically like giving him a free pass. He released her head and she drew back, took a deep gulp of air before he pushed himself back into her again. He stroked it lightly, then slid his fingers underneath her business suit and found her nipple. Diane started stammering something about the last minute meeting with Mr. She opened it up and found a simple black hairnet on top of a pile of other leather, rubber, and plastic devices. Vader had a hot project." She pulled the top over her head, felt her big tits hanging free underneath the fabric. " She turned sideways and tugged on the yellow jacket. I've made my commitment and I'm honoring it." She zipped it up, then backed the zipper down about six inches. She felt her nipples stiffen and looked down between her legs. After a few seconds, his phone pinged again and he read the reply. Usually, it meant that someone was planning something he considered either at or outside his own comfort zone. Luckily, those parties were only once a week, sometimes twice. Listen, I'm sorry about earlier." She pushed the button that turned off her computer and reached for her purse. Thanks." "Well, good luck and I'll see you in the morning." She nodded and thought, I hope so. "Well, I guess that's it for tonight," said Vader, turning back to his paperwork. If she resisted, he could keep her there all night. Anyone who got in would see her there, squatting in front of Bailey, sucking his cock. She heard the doors slide open, then a gasp from someone outside. "Take the next one," Bailey growled and she heard the doors slide closed again. He was hot, classically handsome in a jet-black hair and body-builder way. Bailey reached out and let his hand rest on her right breast. She stepped out of the elevator, then turned around to wait for Bailey. He knocked on the hood of the car and the driver got out, walked around and opened up the back door. We're late and Johnny is going to be very upset." He climbed into the back of the limousine after her and slid a suitcase across the floor. He hadn't lifted his eyes from the phone, was exchanging his third or fourth text message with someone. Underneath the helmet." He pointed at another bag, the brown one that he always seemed to have with him. "Or, I should say, he is going to give YOU a hard time." Diane felt a rush of heat and dampness spreading between her legs. She wasn't the "long and lean" type of sexy, she was the "I'm built to be fucked hard" type of sexy. Diane watched puzzled, she'd never seen Lars lose his composure like that before. Diane was frozen in her seat, throat tight and dry, unable to focus on anything the two of them were saying. He understood that Lars and his circle were just gamers, BDSM lovers who hooked people up after fairly extensive background checks. Prostitution and white slavery were not even on the 'serious offenses' list for them. She focused on holding her breath and swallowing slightly. She fought an urge to raise her hand and push him away. She lifted out the skintight tan pants and a black sleeveless jersey top. He spend the rest of his time alternating between fucking her and making her masturbate for him with a variety of devices. He also explained that he was completely willing to have Lars eliminated. Diane felt his hand on the back of her head, pushing her closer, burying his cock deep in the back of her throat and holding it there. but he also understood the power of sleep deprivation. She was nervous and still exhausted from last night. "I wonder what would happen if you were to be even later than you are now? He lowered his eyes slightly, stared at her mouth, at her chest, at the damp spot in her crotch. As she swung her leg outward, she felt Lars' hand on her knee.