| Straight: BDSM: A Mistress is Born (2/6) |
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10pt;">The Caroline of today was different to the Caroline of six months ago. Then, she was a good PA with excellent prospects and in a relationship with a wonderful guy two years older than herself. But one night she came home unexpectedly and found him in bed with her best friend. Her world fell apart. Not only that, she discovered a few days later, after kicking him out, that he had raided her bank account and stolen one of her credit cards. It had all been too much to cope with and she had walked out of her job.
She realised afterwards that it had been a rash thing to do and she suffered because of it, but through it all she resolved never to let another man ruin her life again. If keeping her job meant screwing her boss, then she was prepared to do it. Six months’ work would put her back on her feet financially and make her CV look much more attractive. She selected a red, loose-fitting dress to wear, something not too revealing but easy to get in and out of. She also decided to wear black stockings and suspenders with her matching black lace underwear. “This should get the old bastard excited quickly,” she thought to herself. “Maybe even give the dirty sod a heart attack!” As she gave herself one final look of approval, she smiled wryly to herself as she pondered on who was really screwing whom! Tom greeted her with a glass of wine and showed her round his two-bedroom apartment. It reminded her of the flat she had once shared with her boyfriend. He talked incessantly about himself and she nodded politely, not taking in a word he said. As he guided her to the settee in the lounge she glanced at her watch. Caroline just wanted to get it over and done with. “I expect you have a boyfriend, Caroline!” he said as he sat next to her. She shook her head. “Not at the moment,” she told him.
“I am single too,” he responded. “Wife divorced me five years ago.” Caroline held back her smile of cynicism.
“I expect, like me, you miss the company of the opposite sex?” he asked as he placed his hand on her knee. “Look, Mr Bradshaw!” she said, brushing his hand away. “Let’s cut the small talk and get down to business!” He was startled. “It… it’s Tom, by the way!”
“Okay Tom,” she responded. “Where’s the bedroom?” she asked as she stood up. “Whoa!” he said as he stood up as well. “Let’s not rush things.” She looked down at him, suddenly realising that she was at least six inches taller than him in her heels. “Mr… Tom,” she said. “You want sex from me… let’s make it easier all round and get it over and done with!” “I…I…I thought we could chat about things first?” he responded. “You make it sound so… so businesslike!” he added, finding it hard to respond to her. “Well it is, isn’t it?” she snapped. “You need a shag, I need a job. It’s business, Tom!” He shrugged his shoulders. “Well, putting it like that… I suppose,” he responded. “I…I just thought we could…” he added as he walked away, motioning her to stay. A little puzzled, she stood waiting for him. He returned a few moments later with some things in his hand. He said nothing as he placed a riding crop, |
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