| Straight: BDSM: Puddles' Adventures: The Boss Was Watching (1/5) |
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Puddles set off for work; for some reason she had been asked to come in during the day as opposed to her normal late evening duties. Not long after sitting at her desk the phone rang; it was Emily, the boss's secretary. She said, "Mr Devenue would like to see in his office immediately." Puddles left her office and walked the short journey to Mr Devenue's office. Clearly worried why her presence was required, she sat on a seat outside the main doors whilst Emily informed Mr Devenue that she had arrived. Emily looked like she definitely had been hired for her secretarial skills and nothing else, thought Puddles. Emily was wearing a jumper, long skirt and her hair was tied back; she was clearly not looking to impress any male colleagues. Puddles walked into Mr Devenue's room and sat down, suddenly in one corner of the room she noticed a bank of video monitors all showing various aspects of the offices and building interior. Her boss interrupted her thoughts when he said, "We have a situation we need to resolve." Puddles asked what it was. Mr Devenue replied, “Mrs Udilz, Paula, you may not be aware that over the past couple of months some sensitive information has gone missing from some offices, presumed stolen. At the time I introduced a further level of security by adding additional cameras at strategic places where this type of documents were in use.” Puddles’ eyes caught what looked like her office on one of the monitors; her boss was now standing in front of her with a videotape in his hand. Last night’s events in her office were now on tape. The boss asked, "How are we going to deal with this?" Drumming his fingers on the table, Puddles got the impression that he would like some form of sexual favour in return for keeping quiet about what was on tape. Puddles thought there were worse things that could happen. Her boss appeared to be in his late forties but still had quite an impressive physique. As Puddles’ mind wandered further on what the favours might entail, her boss said, "First of all call me Charles. Mr Devenue is too formal. I'm having a dinner party tonight for some banking colleagues at my house, you will help me to entertain my guests. I will send a car to pick you up at seven o clock." Puddles, thinking she had got off lightly, left the room contemplating what entertaining the guests meant, making a mental note to remember about the camera pointing at her office. Back home, Puddles got ready for the dinner party picking out a formal dress. To help take her mind off the party she put on a fishnet body underneath that left little to the imagination, and would allow easier access to her pussy if she felt the desire. The car arrived promptly at seven o’clock and before long was travelling through the gates leading up to Charles Devenue's mansion. As she entered the house she was greeted by Emily. Puddles was surprised by her appearance, gone was the jumper and long skirt replaced by a figure hugging long black dress, high heels and her hair was untied, resting at the front of impressive boobs. The guests were all shown into a grand dining room covered with expensive paintings and furniture all around the room. Puddles was sat between two men who talked animatedly about stocks, shares and the latest interest rates. Puddles thought they were definitely |
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yumm.. I wanna be puddles.
