The Personal Assistant (closed)

"Tina it is, and please, call me Joshua, or Josh if you prefer." Graves smiled warmly and took Tina's hand, kissing it as he looked up into her eyes, his personal magnetism almost a physical force filling the space of the limo as it travelled smoothly along. "Daniel has told me so much about you. I am honored he sent you to look after my needs. He tells me he couldn't run his business without you. He obviously holds you in high esteem ... and I can see why."

Graves sat back a little and let his eyes wander over Tina's body. He had ignored the obvious enthasis on the 'Mrs', he really didn't care. He had slept with many married women.

"You really are far more beautiful than Daniel let on. He shouldn't let you out of his sight, someone might make you a better job offer." Graves teased as he reached for a bottle of malt whiskey and poured himself some. he looked over at Tina. "Would you like a drink, Tina?"
 
Tina was both charmed and discomforted by Mr. Graves. The kiss to her hand was very old school, somewhat of a surprise from someone so young. His voice, though... My goodness... She had always had a thing for deep voices, finding them so incredibly sexy, and to have an accent on top of that... She shivered slightly. My god, he could read ingredients from a soup can label and she'd happily sit there listening for hours.

However, there was something in his bearing that reminded Tina of a younger Mr. Keach. The way his eyes had roamed her... 'Please God, dont let me blush...' She wasn't sure why he'd make the comment about Mr. Keach not letting her out of his sight. She certainly hoped he didn't think she was sleeping with her boss for Pete's sake.
Would you like a drink, Tina?​

"Yes...no...um....," Tina wasn't sure what to do. She had never been able to hold her liquor well, but she desperately needed something to calm her nerves. She had herself half convinced the man thought she was part of the evening's entertainment just because of the way he looked at her.

Taking a small breath, Tina smile and said, "Yes, please, Mr. G... Josh. Although I fear I'm not one for scotch..."
 
Graves smiles and shrugged.

"Well, we have a very good red wine here, perhaps some of that instead?" Without waiting for an answer he pulled the bottle from its holder and poured Tina a good glass full which he handed to her. Sitting back with his scotch in hand, the man relaxed.

"Don't worry, Tina, I want you to enjoy tonight as much as I." He stated a knowing look in his eye. "I don't know what Daniel may have told you about me, but I do my reputation." He laughed a little light heartedly. "Its not undeserved I must confess, but I have never forced myself on a woman."

Graves sat forward now, his eyes focused on Tina unwaveringly.

"You are a beautiful, sexy woman, Tina, and I find you very ... attractive, but Daniel would not have sent you tonight if he feared for your well being. You are quite safe with me. We will have some drink, a little dancing, a nice dinner and then you may go home to your family, your mission accomplished." He winked at her and relaxed back in his seat.

Of course what he had just said was a lie, Keach expected Graves to make sure Tina put herself in a very compromising position. He knew Keach had cameras in this car monitoring them even now, he would have people at the club they were going to who would swear on oath that they had seen Tina behaving like a slut with Graves if so required, and finally the hotel room where the two of them would end up later was also fully bugged. Graves was, if nothing else, an amazing actor. He had done this many times before, seducing the naïve married wife into bed so a more powerful man could then have his way with her later. It wasn't a nice job, he fully understood that, but long ago he had found ways to disconnect his morals when at work. And it was, after all, a very well paid vocation.

The car finally pulled up at the club, the music loud even out here. Marco once again opened the door and let Graves out. Josh reached back inside for Tina's hand and smiled.

"Should we, my dear?"
 
Tina accepted the glass of red wine from Josh and tried to take small sips as he talked. He was certainly saying all the right things that should make her feel more at ease, and at least he was able to laugh a little at himself. She allowed herself to take a slightly larger sip when he leaned forward and said "You are a beautiful, sexy woman, Tina, and I find you very ... attractive." She ended up gulping down way more of the wine that she had planned and quite frankly was lucky she hadn't spewed it all over him at his words. Good Lord, the man was intense.

Tina wanted to ask Marco to crank up the air conditioning, but she just sat there, smiling ever so politely at Josh and hoping he'd be able to direct that magnetism towards someone else at the club before she started getting affected by it. 'Play boy, he's nothing but a play boy... A younger Mr. Keach,' she sternly reminded herself, 'He'd flirt with anything with a pulse... It's in his make up.'

When they arrived at the club, she placed the glass to the side and placed her hand in Josh's larger one as he helped her out of the car. "Thank you," she smiled at him, before looking over at Marco.

"Marco, I have some Aleve if you think it will help," she offered, even as Josh was turning her towards the club doors.
 
Graves, with Tina on his arm, walked up to the clubs doors, his assistant and guards had already arrived and arranged entrance so they both breezed past the long line of people waiting to get in, getting disgruntled glances, and entered the club. The music and bass pounded and the lighting was dark with only spotlights and neon to show were things and people were. Smiling at Tina, Graves led her off to one side, through a door marked VIP and up some stairs, through another door and the second that door closed the bass dropped away leaving it a mellow background sound. A large floor to ceiling window on one wall looked down onto the writhing mass of people on the dance floor, but up here there were comfortable couches, a bar, a bartender and a young female in the clubs colours who smiled at them and offered to get them anything they needed. Graves walked to the window with Tina still in hold and looked down at the unsuspecting clubbers.

"I'm a little to old to mix it up with those people down there." He smiled apologetically at Tina. "I hope you don't mind I arranged something a little more private and quiet for us?"
 
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Tina had a hard time hiding her wince when they first entered the club. If nothing else, this little foray was opening her eyes up to the fact that she was officially old! She loved to dance, but she preferred to keep her hearing in the process... It was so dark that if Josh hadn't kept a secure hold on her, she was convinced she would have gotten lost before they had taken five steps.

She was grateful when Josh led her to the VIP area, thinking that at least she'd be able to hear. She gazed down at the undulating masses, wondering how many of them realized they were part of a floor show for the elite.
I'm a little to old to mix it up with those people down there. I hope you don't mind I arranged something a little more private and quiet for us?​
Tina certainly couldn't blame Josh for feeling too old for the crush below, but she was a little nervous about the private comment. How were the ladies going to distract him if they weren't able to spot him...

Smiling, she replied, "No, quiet is preferred, thank you..."
 
"Good." Graves smiled. "This isn't for my ego ..." He said with a wave at the masses below. "I don't get off looking down on them, its just that bass ... well, if I spend more than an hour listening to it I can't hear anything for some time after."

He chuckled and turned to the bartender, nodding. The man brought over two glasses of champagne handing one to Tina, and one to Graves who lifted his in a toast to her.

"To a wonderful night, and a successful meeting tomorrow with your boss." He proposed clinking his glass against hers before sipping some of his drink. "Mmmm, wonderful. I do love champagne." He turned back to the window, glass half raised, his eyes scanning the crowd.

"You know, I swear the girls in these clubs get younger every year." He chuckled again and shook his head. "I mean I know there's an age limit and all but sometimes you just look at them and wonder if they are even out of high school yet." He went silent for a moment. "But I find nightclubs like this do bring out a certain ... animalistic beauty in people. The way they dress, to attract mates, seducing men with their dancing, their perfume, the exposed skin. Oh, and I'm sure it works equally as well for the men to." He glanced at Tina and smiled. He looked back at the dance floor then pointed out one young man, bare chested, well muscled, dirty dancing with a cute red headed girl. "What do you think of him, Tina? Is he attractive to you?"

As he spoke Josh slipped and arm around her waist, not pulling her in to him, or even leaning into her, it was almost a companionable gesture, and yet he let his fingers spread to cover the rise of her hip.
 
Tina accepted the glass of champagne from Josh, thinking she'd be better off if it were a glass of ice water, but smiling at his toast. Telling herself that she should only have a little sip until she had a chance to get some food into her system, Tina allowed herself the smallest of sips and had to mentally agree that it was lovely. She smiled at Josh's words about the youthful appearances of the club patrons. Scanning the crowd below, she had to agree... They did appear so very young - both male and female.
But I find nightclubs like this do bring out a certain ... animalistic beauty in people. The way they dress, to attract mates, seducing men with their dancing, their perfume, the exposed skin.
A half smile caused Tina's lips to twitch slightly at his words. There certainly seemed to be plenty of examples below. The majority of the attire... or lack thereof... made her overdressed.
Oh, and I'm sure it works equally as well for the men too. What do you think of him, Tina? Is he attractive to you?
Tina returned Josh's smile and then looked in the direction he had indicated, observing the young man in question. She was trying to formulate a response so that it took her a moment to even realize that Josh had slipped his arm around her waist. When he did nothing else except continue looking down below,Tina answered, "While he certainly is nice to look at, I've found it takes more than just nice packaging to be attractive" even as she tried to figure out how to move discreetly away.
 
Josh enjoyed the feel of Tina against him. Her body was warm, soft, yet firm at the same time. There had been a hint before that she exercised regularly, by the toned legs she showed beneath the hem of her dress.
That dress – it suited her perfectly. He could tell it wasn’t haute couture, but that didn’t matter. It was her.
He preferred his women with at least a little experience, and some curves, rather than a stick thin giggly eighteen year old, who fawned over his every word.
Yes, it was nice to have a pretty young thing occasionally, but women like Tina were so much more….complete.

It wasn’t just that she looked hot, it was the way she carried herself. Her attitude, yes, that was what he found attractive.
She was accomplished at what she did, and yet, she was here to entertain him.

"While he certainly is nice to look at, I've found it takes more than just nice packaging to be attractive". She had said.

He picked up on the subtlety of her rebuff, and instead of releasing her waist as she obviously wanted, he pulled her gently toward him.

“And what qualities do you find attractive, Tina?”

He asked her, knowing she wouldn’t name him, but wanting to see how she dealt with this situation.

He then shifted his gaze to her eyes.
He wanted to know what she was thinking, as well as what she said.
Someone’s eyes can tell you so much about them, and he wanted every advantage he could get when dealing with Dan Keach, as well as seducing his beautiful P.A.

Josh of course, had guessed she was married, even before spotting her wedding ring.
That hadn’t deterred him in the least. If anything it had spurred him on.
The fact that she was another man’s wife, made her even more desireable.

He planned that before the night was out, she would be screaming his name, and then moaning with pleasure.
 
Tina bit her lip as she found herself drawn even close to Josh. Oh dear, this just wasn't going to do! This was starting to feel more and more like that one blind date she had gone on in college before meeting Mike... The one where she would have sworn the guy had more than one set of hands. She didn't want to cause a scene, but she was rapidly losing control of the situation and that wouldn't do.

And what qualities do you find attractive, Tina?”

Using the undulating masses below them as a temporary distraction, Tina bit her lip as she considered her words. Physical attractiveness wasn't really that important to her. Sure window dressing got a person noticed, but she had found that more often than not that those 'blessed' with good looks rarely had any other redeeming qualities. As her great aunt so often pointed out to her as a pre-teen, "handsome is as handsome does".

"What qualities....hmmmm, let me think...." she shrugged lightly before continuing, "I love to laugh so a good sense of humor is key. Same thing for being east going... someone easy to talk to, someone you don't have to walk on eggs around, yet respectful at the same time. While I don't expect perfect manner, they are important... And he should treat others with respect."

Dimples appeared in her cheeks as Tina added, "Self confidence can be incredibly sexy.... when tempered with a dash of humility." She thought it was a shame that neither Mr Keach or Josh would understand that fine line... Nope they were the type that wouldn't be bothered to even acknowledge it. Looking at Josh, she concluded, "Honest - in both words and actions... And.... Is family-oriented... In short, my husband..."

Raising an arched brow, she asked, "And you?" while trying to put some personal space between them as casually as she could.
 
Josh nodded at every point Tina made.
She obviously had very strong family values, unlike him.
“Got to agree – a sense of humor is a given. I can be easy going, although in my business it’ hard to relax. I think that’s what Daniel intended for you to help me with tonight – you know, to put me in the right frame of mind for our meeting tomorrow.”

He shot her a sideways glance well aware she was trying to wriggle away from him.
He took his hand from her hip to place it upon her thigh, where he gave a gentle squeeze.

“Confidence is not a problem for me, as you’ve probably gathered, and I can be humble. I would be the first to acknowledge that my success is due to the hard work of others as much as it is my own, but those who help me and become valued business associates are always well compensated.”

He shot her another glance, as he took a sip of his drink.

“I like to think I’m honest – at least in that word is my bond. If I say I will do something, it gets done!”

He shook his head when he thought of family. That wasn’t really compatible with his life at the present time.
“Family – well, If I met the right woman, then maybe my feelings would change on that one. I’d love to have a child who could follow me in business, who I could tutor and groom to succeed me eventually.”

He looked at her more intently then.
“What do I find attractive in a woman?”

He paused for thought for a moment before answering.
“She should have a sharp mind, a keen sense of humor, and a killer instinct in business. Oh, and she should take care of herself too. I enjoy a woman with some curves, not like some of these stick-girls, but just curves, firm and toned, ya know?”

He paused again before adding:
“Oh, and she should do as she’s told when she’s with me. I can’t stand uptight bitches who think they’re always right, just because they actually completed a degree at University. In the real world, people need to know their place in the pecking order, and realise, they’re either on my team or off my team, and there are no bench-warmers in my organisation!”

As he finished his ‘statement’, he inched his hand slightly higher on her thigh.

“Now Tina, are you on the Winner’s team, or not?”
 
Tina almost snorted aloud when Josh made the comment about Mr Keach wanting her to put him in the right frame of mind. She didn't know what the heck Mr Keach had been thinking, but she was growing more and more convinced this man would have been better off being entertained by Bambi than by her. And that conviction only grew when Josh moved his hand from her hip to her thigh, causing her spine to stiffen.

She did her best to maintain a serene expression on her face, while alarm bells began going off with every sentence he uttered, every glance he gave her. Hopefully she was way off base here, but she had the most unpleasant sinking sensation in the pit of her stomach that he somehow that she was part of this evening's entertainment. Move that hand any higher, mister, and I honestly can't be responsible for my actions!!!

Shifting a little less subtly now, Tina wasn't surprised to hear his views on family. Of course, he would be more focused on business benefits and not on the simple joys of having children. She almost made a comment about how children rarely did what you expected them to do, but kept her mouth closed, somehow knowing he would expect his little protégée to be nothing less than a mirror image of himself.

His laser sharp eyes pinned her in place as he started to answer her question on what he had found attractive in a woman. She wasn't surprised to hear his extolling of characteristics that would make someone a good business partner, but she barely contained her disbelief about his preferring curves to "sticks". Please... You'd want arm candy, if nothing more than the distraction that would bring in your business ventures.

However, his next words truly caused her mouth to drop open in shock. Do as he said? Who the hell did he think he was? The absolute conceit of the man... to think that he was better than everyone else. Even Mr Keach with all of his draconian ways seemed to treat his employees better than the way Josh was talking.

Now Tina, are you on the Winner’s team, or not?

Clenching the glass of champagne in her hand, Tina wanted nothing more than to toss it in his face and stalk out of there as his hand crept further up her thigh. She had to remind herself how important of a client he was to Mr Keach, and how much she and Mike needed the bonus that came from babysitting the insufferable jackass.

Draining the contents of her glass in a single gulp, she paused a moment before smiling over-brightly at him as she chirped, "Considering I'm part of Mr Keach's team, I'd say I'm part of a winning team already, Mr Graves." Breaking away from his hold, she waved her empty glass in his direction and said, "I need a refill... Can I get you something?" as she sidestepped past him to go to the bar.
 
Josh had fully expected Tina to pull away. He just wanted to see how far she would let him go before resisting. Now he knew.

He could see he was grating on her. He couldn't explain why, but it gave him a thrill to dismay her, and then reel her back in. He had the money and her boss wanted him entertained, so he could grab his share of it.
'Sooner or later she'll come around'.
He thought.

He almost laughed as her mouth dropped open in shock at his comment about women doing as they were told.
It wasn't that he thought he was better than everyone else.
He just was.
That's why he had made so much money which he was willing to invest in other people's ventures.
Of course, there had to be a payoff, and it didn't always have to be in stocks, bonds, and shares.
Occasionally he took pleasure in defiling another man's wife, and making her his sexual plaything, his 'fucktoy' (he thought the current term for it was) for the night.

He loved to hold a woman by the neck, face pressed into the bed, as he rammed his steel-hard cock into her from behind; he savoured every little whimper and moan, as his cock sawed in and out of her juicy crevice.
He loved to watch her ass cheeks jiggle and bounce as he pounded her derriere, after the initial penetration and squeal or hiss of pain, as his phallus delved where
(he was quite sure) none so big, had been before him.

His thoughts came back to the present as Tina quite deliberately told him she was on a winning team - Keach's.
He nodded in acknowledgment of her loyalty to her boss.
That could be bought but was more easily earned, and usually at less of a price, with gestures, gifts and a generous salary, to keep the employees loyal.

He had to smile as she deftly disengaged herself and side-stepped him and asked if he wanted a drink, before heading to the Bar.


"Hmm...I'll have a single malt scotch."
He demanded, deliberately not using any form of courtesy, as he knew it would needle her.

Her boss was depending on him being 'happy' he was sure of that, as all his potential investors were.
His reputation did have its advantages, as well as it's disadvantages.

Whilst Tina went to the Bar, Josh's mind stepped back a week to the delightful & shapely redhead Penny, who was trying to get into her boss's good books by landing a big deal.
Graves was only too happy to sign, once he had spent the night with her, and made her scream out, first in pain then in bliss as Josh roughly introduced her to anal sex.
He had left her in bed an incoherent heap, as he went to shower, before climbing back into the bed besides an already sleeping, exhausted & dishevelled Penny.
It amazed him what people would do for money....

Just then, Tina returned from the Bar.
 
Hmm...I'll have a single malt scotch.

'Why, certainly... Since you asked so nicely...' Tina thought to herself as she spun on her heel. Stalking over to the bar, ignoring the young lady who was trying to intercept her, she needed a few minutes to get her temper under control. Of all the conceited men she had met since going to work for Mr Keach, Mr Graves might just be the worst... maybe because he was so much younger that Keach himself.

Blowing out a short puff of air, she forced herself to smile pleasantly at the bartender and asked for Mr Graves's scotch and another glass of champagne for herself. Drumming her fingers idly on the countertop as she waited, she tried to figure out why she was letting him get under her skin. Tina's thoughts were interrupted as the bartender set the drinks in front of her with a quick thump. Murmuring a polite thanks, she took a moment to take a small sip of her drink, intentionally drawing out the time before her return.

She had already gathered that he was cut from the same mold as Mr Keach, and quite frankly it was none of her concern how he conducted his personal life. Well, at least she assumed he kept his chauvinistic attitude in check with his staff... Either that he only had men working for him. 'Sooo not my problem,' she reminded herself as she gulped down half of the contents of her glass without thinking.

"Damn," she muttered to herself and then asked the bartender for the biggest glass of ice water she could get. He nodded and indicated that he'd have that and a pitcher of water delivered to Mr Graves in a moment. Sighing she picked up the glasses and headed back to him, only hoping that she wouldn't dump the contents of the pitcher in his lap if he tried touching her again.
 
Josh gratefully accepted the glass of Scotch from Tina.
“Thank you, Tina.”
He smiled and raise his glass to her in a silent toast, before taking a small sip of the fiery amber liquid and enjoying the smoothness of it rolling across his tongue, and then the heat as it seared down his throat.al

“Mmmm. Now that, is a really nice drink!”
He sighed, he pleasure evident in his voice, and smiled at Tina, before gesturing over the crowd of dancers out on the floor.
“You know,” He started to say, raising his voice slightly to overcome the pumping bass that had just started up again, on the track playing from the DJ’s desk.
“All these beautiful young women, and I have the real looker, a real, live. In-the-flesh woman sat with me at my table. It does my ego no end of good to know that many of the women envy you, and want to be you, as you look so damned fine, and most of the men want to be with you. But they can’t – tonight, you’re all mine!”
He grinned, and wondered whether his change in tactics would knock Tina off-balance.
As he looked Tina up and down once again, he marvelled at her amazing figure. She wasn’t as taut as a twenty-year-old, but she had real personality and ‘a Body that would stop traffic’ as his Father used to say.

He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a wad of cash. He peeled off ten crisp $100 bills and laid them on the table. He watched her to see that she had observed what he was doing.
“I have a Suite, in the Carlton Lodge on the other side of town. Care to join me, I have a Terrace with views over the lake on the edge of Town?”
He looked her in the eye.
“I have another Forty Nine Thousand Dollars in the Room Safe. Want to help me check it’s all there? If you spend the night with me, you can even take it all home in the morning!”
 
Tina nodded her acknowledgment of his thanks, although she was somewhat surprised that he had done so. 'Come on,' she scolded herself, 'he's not that bad.' Besides, she reminded herself, there had been some close moments when she first met him that he had been quite overwhelming to her senses, so his little slips of chauvinism would help keep her centered.

Mmmm. Now that, is a really nice drink!

Returning his smile with a polite one of hers, Tina looked discreetly at the simple wristwatch on her wrist and a small frown formed between her brows as she noted only two hours had passed. This was going to be a long night if she didn't figure out how to get him someone to focus on... Besides me...

You know... All these beautiful young women, and I have the real looker, a real, live. In-the-flesh woman sat with me at my table. It does my ego no end of good to know that many of the women envy you, and want to be you, as you look so damned fine, and most of the men want to be with you. But they can’t – tonight, you’re all mine!

Her eyes widened at his pronouncement. Oh no, no, no... She was definitely not his, and this was rapidly becoming a concern. He really couldn't think she was here to... to... Well, she wasn't, but she was at a loss for how to make that clear without upsetting him. Mr Keach had been explicit that she was supposed to do every in her power to ensure that Mr Graves had a good time; however, even he wouldn't have expected this development.

The grin on his face caused goosebumps to form on her arms with its blatant sexuality. She stalled by taking another long sip of her champagne, unsure what to do, or what to say. She looked around, wondering when the promised pitcher of ice water would arrive. She had a feeling she was going to need her wits about her and couldn't afford to get tipsy, but the glass in her hand served as a barrier of sorts, or so she hoped.

Unfortunately she was already starting to feel the mellowing effects and looked again for the water. Turning back, she caught sight of Mr Graves pulling a thick wad of money from the inside of his jacket. Thoroughly confused, she watched as he placed what looked like one thousand dollars on the table.

I have a Suite, in the Carlton Lodge on the other side of town. Care to join me, I have a Terrace with views over the lake on the edge of Town? I have another Forty Nine Thousand Dollars in the Room Safe. Want to help me check it’s all there? If you spend the night with me, you can even take it all home in the morning!”

Her mouth opened and closed several times while she tried to formulate the right response. Oh my god, was she lucky the pitcher wasn't here after all or she really might have dumped on him... In his lap... Over his head, she really didn't know. For God's sake, she was a married woman! Where the hell did he get off thinking that he could.... that she would.... Mentally counting to twenty and then counting twenty more for good measure, she recovered enough to say with icy politeness, "Mr Graves, I appreciate your kind offer, but I'm a married woman... And am not interested."
 
Josh deliberately looked disappointed.
He had expected to be rebuffed, but not quite so damned politely.

“Come Now, Tina. Surely this would be different to any other corporate night out? I want to enjoy the company of a beautiful woman. One who can think and act for herself. I admit, I do find you attractive, but I am quickly growing bored of this place. I would like to go for a walk. Come, join me.”

He finished the small amount left in his glass, and looked across at her, waiting for her to finish, then stood, offering her his hand.

“It seems to be quite a pleasant evening outside; so let us walk and take in some air.”


As they exited the club, and walked, he again wrapped an arm casually around her waist, knowing full well she didn’t want to, but loving fact she felt she had to, and this was probably inside the limit she had mentally set herself for what she would allow to happen.
He was enjoying the smooth firmness of her against him, and he paused to tell his driver to follow them at a discrete distance, as they walked.

After a few minutes, he noticed they had passed into a slightly less reputable looking part of town. Not that it worried him – he could take care of himself.
Up ahead he could see some shops, probably a liquor store, and associated vendors.

After another minute, they walked past a shop window, with garish neon lights which proclaimed they sold all manner of sex toys, magazines and videos.
Josh smiled inside, as he slowed his pace, to look into the window and examine the wares on offer.
He could almost feel the wave of disapproval radiate of Tina, as she obviously didn’t want to be here.

His eyes alighted on the word ‘Gloryhole’, and then he smiled openly, wondering if she too had spotted it, or even knew what it was.
“Let’s go inside, and see what titillation is on offer?”
He asked her, although it was more of a demand…
 
Tina's face flushed with both outrage and embarrassment. She still couldn't believe that he had the nerve to proposition her, but then to make a comment about not thinking or acting for herself. What the hell did that mean? Of course she was thinking for herself. Just because she hadn't jumped at the chancery sleep with him, didn't mean she wasn't thinking... It meant she had morals! Something he obviously didn't value.

I admit, I do find you attractive, but I am quickly growing bored of this place. I would like to go for a walk. Come, join me.”

Her chest rose and fell rapidly as she tried to control her temper. A walk might help, but she wasn't sure she was really dressed for a long stroll in her dress and heels. She chewed on her bottom lip as he drained the contents of his glass and looked at her expectantly. Reminding herself that she was supposed to keep him entertained, she quickly finished her drink and slipped her hand in his proffered one.

It seems to be quite a pleasant evening outside; so let us walk and take in some air.

Wishing that Mr Graves would have offered her his arm versus slipping it around her waist and pulling her into his side, Tina tried to maintain a respectable distance between them but couldn't avoid him altogether. Mike would have a hissy fit if he could see her now, and she could only hope that she didn't run into someone she knew.

Wondering how she had ended up in this situation, she walked quietly beside Mr Graves as she stewed over whether or not she should call Mr Keach. She wasn't sure it would do any good, and quite frankly she could see him propositioning whatever poor woman was proving him babysitting duties that evening if the shoes had been reversed. Knowing him, he'd probably chuckle and just tell her to loosen up.

Deciding that there was no point in bothering her boss, Tina sighed and looked around for the first time since they had left the club. She frowned a little as she tried to figure out where they were, but was unfamiliar with this part of town. Her frown became more pronounced when Mr Graves stalled in front of a window and she realized what the store was. Oh for the love of God, you've got to be kidding me!. She tried to move forward, hoping that he'd take the hint, but he dug in like he saw something he was interested in. 'Probably the whole disgusting store,' she thought to herself scornfully.

Let’s go inside, and see what titillation is on offer.

The knowing smile on his face indicated that he clearly knew she wanted to refuse, and she wondered idly if he wanted to go in just to spite her for having turned down his 'generous' offer. She had only been in such a place once and that was with a gaggle of her girlfriends as they were helping outfit her for her honeymoon. This was so not what she had thought she was signing up for when she had said yes to Mr Keach's request to keep his associate entertained.

"Why don't I wait in your car while you browse, sir?" she asked hopefully.
 
Josh shook his head, and frowned, pouting playfully.
"Uh uhh. Not what I meant. I want a woman's perspective on these things inside. Who knows what we might see, hmmm?"

He refused to let her go. With his hand firmly around her waist, he steered her into the doorway, it was obvious she didn't want to go, from the distasteful expression on her face, to the way she was trying to resist stepping inside.

"Come on, it'll be fun!"
He said, trying to lighten the mood, but knowing that was way outside her comfort zone.

Truth be told, it was a little outside his as well, but he wanted to wear her down, he wanted to make her his, and this was one way he thought he could.
Later in the evening he could turn this back on her and say 'she had gone willingly into a sex shop, so what kind of woman did that make her?'

He opened the door and ushered her inside, closing the door firmly behind him, barring her way from dashing back outside.

As they looked across the large floor space, a couple of archways at the far end caught his eye, beyond the arrayed racks of various sex toys, and mannequins modelling items of lingerie, both vanilla (and further back in the shop BDSM & fetish).

Josh had always had a thing for black lingerie, and there was a mannequin about half-way down the shop, towards the archways, which was clad in a sheer panelled black corset, and as they walked closer, they could also see she wore a black satin thong, and black sheer hold up stockings, with black leather, and silver studded studded calf length boots.
Pic - http://www.annsummers.com/p/garland-corset/01srcras1053107

"Mmmm. I like that." He said, turning to face her. He wanted to see what she thought, although he expected to see an expression of bored indifference, or hostile disapproval.

He reached out with his free hand to caress the material, and it felt softer than he expected.

He walked down an aisle with various sex toys on display and held up a pair of vibrating nipple clamps, for Tina to inspect.
"Would you like to try these, Tina?" He asked, with a grin; he already knew what the answer would be, but he couldn't resist tormenting her.

The he held up a Rampant Rabbit vibrator.
"Are these any good? Do they really do the job?"
He asked her revelling in her discomfort and obvious desire to leave.

Then his gaze switched to the archways at the back.

One had a sign proclaiming "BDSM articles". The other sign said "Trial / Private Area".

That description piqued his curiosity.

As he drew her with him, closer to the back of the store, the air conditioning unit in the ceiling became quite noisy.
"You'd think the owner would fix that!" He commented to Tina, as they walked under it, enduring a brief blast of cold air, before entering the "Trial / Private Area".
It then became apparent why the AC unit was so noisy. It drowned out the sounds from beyond. Sounds of sex.

"Oooh, Ahhh, that's why the AC is noisy. Let's see what's going on here, shall we?"

He was sure, she would be thinking he had no shame. Not entirely true, but right now he didn't care.
 
Uh uhh. Not what I meant. I want a woman's perspective on these things inside. Who knows what we might see, hmmm?

Tina couldn't believe her ears when he turned down her offer to wait in the car. If he wanted to peruse the items in a sex shop, that was something he could surely do without her for god sake! If it wasn't for the fact that he was such an important client of Mr Keach, she would have been tempted to box his ears and whip that playful pout off his face. He clearly knew this was well beyond her comfort zone.

Come on, it'll be fun!

Filled with deep sense of dread, she tried not to panic when it was evident that he was not going to let her bag out of this distasteful task. She was terrified as to whom she might run into upon entering the store. With her luck she would run into someone who either knew her or Mike and then both of them would be embarrassed.

The only thing that kept her from successfully breaking away was the iron grip he had on her waist. Even with her attempting to drag her heels, he practically hauled her inside and shut the door behind them. Keeping her attention carefully focused on the far wall, she tried not to pay any attention to their wares displayed, hoping this torture wasn't going to take too long. It wasn't until he specifically called her attention to something that she reluctantly looked.

Of all the things she had feared he might be pointing out, she was almost pleasantly surprised by its almost tame nature; however, she didn't miss the way he was looking at it, nor the way he had turned towards her with an expectant look. What is this - try to make the poor assistant blush night? She considered the outfit with as bland of an expression as she could maintain before shrugging and pointing his attention to a more subtle outfit to the right.

"I think that one is more appealing," she said in a voice that clearly conveyed her desire to be done with the window shopping, and she let out an exasperated sigh when he continued pulling her further into the store.

Ducking her head in embarrassment when she caught sight of a couple of items as they walked, Tina wanted to sink into the floor when Mr Graves held up something and asked if she wanted to try them. She did her best to ignore the wide smile that split his face and mutely shook her head, although it was more difficult to hold her tongue when he practically brandished the vibrator in her face and wanted to know if it was any good.

"I wouldn't know," she answered in a prim voice, pointedly checking her watch. She wondered how long he was going to insist on dragging her through the store, and debated on whether she should call Mr Keach to request permission to bail out based on his behavior.

Before she knew it, he was headed towards the back of the store, and she murmured in agreement over the noisy AC unit. It was running so loudly she wondered if the thing was getting ready to fall from the ceiling. She shivered as they walked under the blast of cold air, goosebumps quickly forming on her arms. She was too busy wondering why they'd have the unit running so high that she didn't hear the sounds right away.

Oooh, Ahhh, that's why the AC is noisy. Let's see what's going on here, shall we?

Less than a heartbeat later, Tina realized what had caught his attention and blanched. This was really too much! Digging in her heels, she managed to stop his forward momentum.

"Please, Mr Graves," she protested, "this is hardly appropriate!"
 
Tina's pleas fell on deaf ears.
"You're right, Tina. It isn't appropriate, but I am intrigued, and want to see what's going on-come on!"

He tugged on her hand and said:
"Don't be such a prude. I'm sure you've seen an adult movie before. I just want to see what's happening. I have found as a businessman, it pays to investigate all the possibilities."

Although he knew she was trying to resist, he then played his trump card.

"Enough of this little girl 'I don't want to' act. You're playing in the big leagues now. I'm sure Mr. Keach would be disappointed to hear his assistant wasn't willing to escort an esteemed business associate on an evening out; particularly as she insulted him. Now, Tina - are you going to do as I ask you, or do I have to call off my meeting with Mr. Keach in the morning and take my money elsewhere?"

He tugged on her hand again.
"I am going back there - and you're coming with me!"
 
You're right, Tina. It isn't appropriate, but I am intrigued, and want to see what's going on-come on!

Tina wanted to stomp her foot in frustration by the sheer perverseness of the situation. Good grief, you'd think he'd want to check out whatever it was by himself and not drag her along!

Don't be such a prude. I'm sure you've seen an adult movie before. I just want to see what's happening. I have found as a businessman, it pays to investigate all the possibilities.

Her cheeks went pink at his comment, and she could only imagine what they looked like as they continued their little tug-of-war struggle in the aisle way. This was definitely not what she had envisioned when Mr Keach had asked her to entertain his potential client.

Enough of this little girl 'I don't want to' act. You're playing in the big leagues now. I'm sure Mr. Keach would be disappointed to hear his assistant wasn't willing to escort an esteemed business associate on an evening out; particularly as she insulted him. Now, Tina - are you going to do as I ask you, or do I have to call off my meeting with Mr. Keach in the morning and take my money elsewhere?

His reprimand cut into her thoughts, and her eyes widened in alarm. While she was fairly confident Mr Keach wouldn't have expected her to go as far as to watch porn with Mr Graves, she had a sinking feeling that he would deem it as something easily supported and not something worth all the fuss she was making. Hadn't he emphasized the importance of keeping this man happy?!

I am going back there - and you're coming with me!

Swallowing her misgivings, Tina unlocked her legs and let Mr Graves pull her along, telling herself that she'd call Mr Keach for assistance the second she had the opportunity.

"I'm really not comfortable with this idea, sir," she said, hoping to make her point one last time, "Wouldn't it be more comfortable for you to 'investigate' this on your own?"
 
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As they rounded the corner, and the sounds of sex grew even louder, it was obvious that Tina's discomfort were well placed, for anyone with a grasp of 'normal' morality.

Josh was enjoying himself, seeing how far he could take this woman out of her comfort zone.

When she said "I'm really not comfortable with this idea, sir," followed by, "Wouldn't it be more comfortable for you to 'investigate' this on your own?"

His temptation was to point out she was accompanying him, but then she had already decided to follow him back here, however reluctantly, and he determined she must have been just a little curious.
His demands were outrageous of course, but he was getting a kick out of her reluctance.

As they walked further into the room, he looked at a young blonde white woman kneeling in front of a wall, with several holes in it. From the hole in front of her, protruded a sizeable white cock, which she seemed to be enjoying sucking.

She looked up and her eyes twinkled as she carried on sucking him.

As Josh and Tina took in this spectacle, another woman, this time, a petite redhead, walked close by, and said to them both:
"Oh Wow! We don't get many couples in here - that's so hot!"
As she appraised them both, the redhead brazenly ran her hand over Josh's crotch, and her eyes widened.

She turned to Tina, still with her hand on his crotch.
"I guess you came back here for some fun, but do you mind if I suck your man? He seems to be packing a nice snack for me!?"

Without waiting for a response, she sank to her knees, and started to unzip his trousers...
 
Tina looked over her shoulder, wishing they were headed towards the exit as opposed to closer and closer to what sounded like a porn movie. Her cheeks flushed thinking of the couple of times she and Mike had watched part of one before the twins were born. They never got through an entire movie, mostly because they were way too cheesy and partially because she would much rather experience the real deal and they'd get too distracted to finish.

It took a few moments for her brain to process what she was seeing, but even then none of it made sense. The wall seemed to have holes punched into it at various places, but the holes were too perfectly shaped to be unintentional. Initially wondering if the young woman kneeling near the left side of the wall had dropped something, Tina's mouth dropped open when she eventually realized she was... well, she was servicing something, really someone, through one of the holes in the wall... And servicing it very enthusiastically.

Oh Wow! We don't get many couples in here - that's so hot!

Tina wasn't sure what shocked her more - the fact that the redhead thought they were a couple or that she was cupping Mr Graves right there for everyone to see. She was speechless when the young woman turned to her and outright asked her if she could suck Mr Graves, and apparently the redhead took her silence as consent for she dropped to her knees then and there and started unzipping his pants.

'Oh my god, Mike would totally flip out if he knew what was happening here,' she thought as she struggled to hold back the nervous giggles that threatened to erupt. She managed to pull herself free from Mr Graves' distracted hold and took several steps away as if to distance herself from what was happening.

"Have at it... I'm sure he'd appreciate the attention," she said sweetly, thinking perhaps this was her ticket out of this fiasco.
 
Josh couldn't believe his luck either!
He had certainly not planned on this. His role was to break down Tina's resistance to sex.
Now here he was getting his dick sucked by a horny redhead!

After a couple of minutes, the redhead stopped sucking, and looked up at them both.
"My names April. Now why don't you show me what he likes?" She said to Tina, before grabbing her hand, and pulling her down.

Josh had to try really hard not to laugh. The look on Tina's face was priceless!

"Yes, honey - why don't you show her what I like?" He repeated, barely believing his luck.
 
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