The Personal Assistant (closed)

[Angeleyz]

Tina looked everywhere but at the two women enthusiastically bobbing their heads up and down, but it was hard to ignore the slurping noises they made and the appreciative moans of the gentleman behind the wall. Oh god this was mortifying!

Because of her insistence of looking away, she was caught off guard when the young woman spoke as she grabbed her hand and pulled her down to kneel beside her with surprising strength. 'Holy shit, did she just ask me to show her how to please Mr Graves?!' she thought in horror, her face a bright red.

Yes, honey - why don't you show her what I like?

The look of unholy devilry on his face nearly caused her to sink her nails into the sensitive equipment that she was doing her best to studiously avoid looking at. Bastard was enjoying this awful predicament, wasn't he?

Taking a deep breath to steady her voice, she gave him a sickly sweet smile and cooed, "But, baby... You know how hot I get just watching..." Take that, Mr Graves!

 

[DanFS]

Josh was initially surprised when Tina replied:
"But, baby... You know how hot I get just watching..."

Then it dawned on him, that it was the perfect reply.
He had to admire her ability to think quickly on her feet!

"I know, but you always seem so enthusiastic when you have the chance to get my dick in your hot sweet little mouth! Why don't you show April here, how it's done? I've never had a hotter blowjob than those you give me baby!"

Josh was actually really enjoying the sensations from April's mouth on him, although he rather got the impression she could suck the chrome off a trailer hitch, if she wanted to!

April's hand on Tina's grew more insistent, and she took her mouth off Josh, to repeat his request.
"Please honey - show me what he likes!" She almost whined.

Josh then decided to go all out.
He reached up and placed his hands on Tina's shoulders, and started pushing her downwards.
"I know how it's been a fantasy of yours baby, to blow me in public, but you don't like the actual exposure ....well, now is your chance!"

Josh winked slyly at her as he said this...

 

[Angeleyz]

I know, but you always seem so enthusiastic when you have the chance to get my dick in your hot sweet little mouth! Why don't you show April here, how it's done? I've never had a hotter blowjob than those you give me, baby!

Gritting her teeth so hard that her jaw ached, Tina searched her mind feverishly for what she could say to stop this farce. There was absolutely no way she could allow this to continue, and Mr Graves had to know that. He had simply gone too far!

The tugging on her hand became more insistent, and the redhead repeated her request for Tina to show her what Mr Graves liked with such a tone that she wanted to smack the girl and ask her where her sense of pride was. She let out a startled gasp when Mr Graves put his hands on her shoulders and added his strength to April's tugging towards the floor.

I know how it's been a fantasy of yours baby, to blow me in public, but you don't like the actual exposure ....well, now is your chance!

Oh you bastard!!!

Shaking her head, she continued in her earlier sugary voice, "Sweetie, you've always told me that I have to go with what feels right to me... April here needs to figure out what you like without my help...." Flashing him an obviously fake smile, she continued, "I'd much rather watch for now... Please don't stop her on my account."

The sudden ringing of her phone was like a signal from the heavens, and her eyes glinted in triumph as she said, "Sorry, darling... That must be the sitter... I better make sure the kids are okay... Please continue without me..."

 

[DanFS]

Keach decided the time must be right to call and check up on Tina.

He called her number and after a couple of rings, she answered.
He could hear some kind of noise in the background, and it took a couple of seconds, for the sounds to register in his brain.

Sex? Already? Really?
His imagination went into overdrive.

"Tina, it's me. How is your evening going with our guest?"

After a few moments when she tried to explain he cut her off.

"He did what? Put him on the phone - I'll talk to him myself!"

The scene must have looked comical.
Josh having his dick sucked, and Tina walking back up to him, and handing him her phone.

Once Tina had handed over her phone, Keach said to Josh:
"Well done. Let her leave, and wait for you in the car. I want you to get a copy of the CCTV disks (both the front and back of house ones) for this place you're in, offer up to five grand for them - and then take her home, thank her for a nice evening. I'll take it from there."


Josh then handed the phone back to Tina.

"Mr. Keach has made it plain that I have enjoyed enough of your hospitality. I am going to take you home now. Please go out to the car. I will be along in a moment, once our friend here, has finished pleasuring me."

 

[Angeleyz]

Tina had never been so happy to hear the sound of Mr Keach's voice, and the outrage she heard from him when she haltingly tried to explain what was going on was gratifying to say the least. He might be a self proclaimed womanizer, but apparently even he knew when boundaries had been crossed.

She walked back over to where April was still enthusiastically going down on Mr Graves and, carefully averting her eyes, passed him her cell phone. Oh how she wished she could have heard what Mr Keach was saying to him, but she imagined it was a good tongue lashing by the way Mr Graves said nothing in response. Yeah, that's right, you damn playboy... You can't always get your way!

It was hard to keep from grinning when he handed her the phone and announced that the fiasco was almost over. She didn't even care if he planned to get off in the poor woman's mouth. She was almost home free!!

"Take your time," she said magnanimously as she pivoted sharply on her heel. She needed to get out of this den on iniquity before she ran into someone knew. That would be just her luck.

Tina strode out of the shop, making sure not to flat out run hoping not to call attention to herself, and was pleasantly surprised when she saw Marco leaning against the limo practically right outside the door. Her steps faltered a moment as she wondered what he was thinking behind that impassive expression of his, but she was too ecstatic to worry if he thought that was her kind of place.

She wouldn't know that the expression on her face when she first exited the shop had all but telegraphed her extreme relief at getting out of there, and that Marco was struggling with his conscience, wanting to warn her about Mr Keach and his designs on her, but knowing he couldn't go up against the powerful man.

Sliding into the back seat, Tina heaved a sigh of relief and then exchanged small talk with Marco while they waited for the playboy to finish up. She thought it was sweet of him to ask how she was, and she did her best to keep up a lighthearted banter so that he couldn't guess how very rattled the evening had left her. It's almost over!!!!

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Tina couldn't get out of the limo fast enough when Marco finally pulled up in front of her modest house. She had to get out or she was going to do something she'd regret, regardless of how important Mr Graves was. Sonofabitch had spent the entire limo ride home trying to slide his hands under her dress and seemed to find her resistance amusing. If she had spent another five minutes with him, she would have surely bloodied his damn nose.

Saying good night without bothering to face either of the men, she hurried up the sidewalk, heels clicking sharply. She used the short time to compose herself before entering the house and closing the door in relief. She found Mike sitting in front of the television watching an old movie and drinking a beer. He looked up in surprise as he said, "Hey baby... You're home early. Everything okay?"

Tina was tempted to tell him about everything that had happened that night, but he looked so stressed that she didn't have the heart to tell him. There was no point in saying anything when it was over. No harm, no foul and all that. Kicking off her heels, she sank down on the couch beside him, snuggling into his side as she said simply, "Mr Keach decided I had entertained enough for the night."

 

[DanFS]

Josh had spent Sunday reflecting how much he wanted Tina.
He admired her obvious loyalty and love for her husband, although it irked him that on this occasion he had not been able to seduce her with the lure of money alone. In his experience, most women could be bought, even for a few hours – he left them to deal with the guilt which followed, which was usually soothed by the sum of money he had wave as a carrot.

He had mulled over breakfast, and her face kept popping into his head.
That afternoon, he had asked his driver if he knew somehow he could get what he wanted, and that was a petite brunette woman who could satisfy him.
The driver gave a wink, and said “No problem, Mr. Graves.”
Shortly afterwards he returned with a young brunette, who was only too willing to give Josh what he wanted. As she knelt before him, her mouth a warm home for his length, his mind saw Tina before him, and he shortly came harder and stronger than he had in a while.

‘What is going on?’ He mused. He didn’t normally get this fixated on a woman.
He was usually driven by the deal, the money, the power, not some (to him) abstract sentiment such as lust!

Skip forward to Monday AM:
Joshua Graves had his driver deliver him to the door of the building precisely ten minutes before the meeting with Mr. Keach was due.
He strode in and asked to see Mr. Keach & was rewarded a couple of minutes later with the sight of
Tina walking into Reception to meet him and lead him upstairs to the plush Office, where Mr. Keach would undoubtedly be waiting.
“Good Morning, Tina.” He smiled.
She was cordial in response, but nothing more; which he had expected, given his poor treatment of her the other night, but as she led him up to Mr. Keach’s Office, he couldn’t take his eyes of her heart-shaped taut ass, swaying as she walked ahead of him.
‘Keach is a lucky bastard.’ He thought, as they walked. ‘He gets to look at that every day!’
If he had an Office, he’d have P.A. like Tina, but usually he moved to fast to need one.
He did a lot of his work in Hotel rooms anyway.

As Tina showed him into Mr. Keach’s Office, the two men met in the middle of the Office and shook hands firmly.
“Mr. Graves, welcome!”
“Mr. Keach – thank you.”

Daniel Keach then adds:
“You have the document securing the funds transfer? I am keen to seal this deal.”

“I know, Mr. Keach, and I do have the paperwork. I need to ask for Tina’s services to amend the document slightly. I mentioned the sum we haggled over, and I have come to realise that I would receive the full commitment of your staff if I paid top-dollar.
Tina’s commitment to keeping me entertained the other night was impressive and demonstrated that I was right to place my faith in your company.”

He looked pointedly at Tina at this juncture and smiled.

“I would like to amend our deal to the original amount, ten million dollars, on the condition I have access to the full portfolio of services we discussed, and preferential callout response times, and exclusive rights to use your logo on my promotional material.”

Mr. Keach smiled. He had expected some changes, but this would need almost a complete re-write of the contract.
“Let’s have some coffee, and we can talk. Tina – would you mind, please?”

Tina was being dismissed, but the men needed to thrash out the details.
As she returned with the drinks, the two men were in the midst of an animated discussion over percentages, and callout times, essential to a service agreement.
Suggestion and counter-suggestion, with both men scribbling and crossing things out on notepads, before circling things, and eventually, jabbing their pens into their notepads at almost the same time, and saying loudly:
“Agreed - Done!”

They stand and shake hands firmly. Mr Graves sits again and sips his coffee, whilst Mr. Keach scribbles a few notes, which he then shows to Mr. Graves, who nods.

Mr. Keach goes back to his desk, and pages Tina to come back into the Office.
He hands her the notes.
“Tina please amend the contracts to show these terms, which we have just agreed upon. This next couple of years will be prosperous for both our companies.”

Once Tina has retyped the contracts and both men have signed and exchanged copies, Mr. Keach walks Mr. Graves to Reception himself, although not before Mr. Graves has made a point of saying ‘Thank You & Goodbye’ to Tina personally, and as his lips brushed her cheek, his hand also brushed her behind, so softly it might have been imperceptible to anyone but her.

Mr. Keach then returned to his Office after a few minutes and asked Tina to join him.

“Please Tina, sit. We have much to celebrate, you & I. We have got Graves’ signature, thanks, in no small part, to you!”

He beamed and strode over to the Mini Bar in the corner, and pulled out a bottle of Champagne and an ice bucket.
He uncorked the bottle and poured out two glasses, one for Tina, and one for him.
He toasted her, and said:
“To the future, and more enterprising ventures for us!”
He took a large swallow and gasped with pleasure, as he placed the bottle on ice.
“Veuve Cliquot, a fine drink at any time, even sweeter now!”
He smiled at her indulgently, taking another drink.

He looked her in the eye and then asked:
“So what happened on the weekend with Mr. Graves, to make him sign? Give me all the juicy details…I want to know where you went, what you did. Does he enjoy dancing, bowling, movies – what’s he into?”

 

[Angeleyz]

Sunday was a lazy day in the Johnson house. After going to the early service, they came home for a pancake breakfast, which was always a favorite with the twins especially if they were in the shape of Mickey Mouse. Since it was raining outside, they couldn't go for a bike ride like they typically did, so they opted to make chocolate chip cookies instead. While the cookies were baking, they started Frozen, the first in a series of Disney movies they cuddled together to watch.

'This is just what I need after yesterday's fiasco,' Tina thought to herself as she and Mike sat hip-to-hip with Cassidy and Mason on either of their sides.

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Leaning over, Tina kissed Mike quickly on the cheek before opening the passenger door. Looking back, she said encouraging as she said, "Good luck, tiger. Let me know how it goes?" Seeing his nod, she closed the door and waved as he waited to merge back into traffic. He had been called for an interview the night before and had dropped her off a little early since they were still down a car.

Striding into the building, she exchanged pleasantries with the security guard while waiting for the elevator. He teased her about looking like a little storm cloud, and she laughed lightheartedly even as she wondered if perhaps her dark grey skirt and lighter grey blouse were indeed a little somber.

Telling herself that she wasn't supposed to stand out in Mr Keach's office, but instead be efficient and effective, she mentally shrugged off any misgivings over her attire and stepped on the elevator. Moments later, she breezed out and made her way to the suite. She had coffee brewing and had been working her through the weekend's mail messages when Mr Keach came in, said hello and retreated to his inner sanctum.

Thirty minutes later, Tina received a phone call informing her that Mr Graves was downstairs. Wrinkling her nose at the smitten tone of the young receptionist, she informed Molly that she'd be right down, hoping the poor girl wasn't drooling on her desk. 'Poor thing seems to have a thing for womanizers,' she thought, recalling her typical simpering reactions to Mr Keach. Considering how bad Molly was with him, she could only speculate how the younger Mr Graves would effect her.

Schooling her expression to be as professional as she could considering his behavior on Saturday night, she stepped off the elevator and watched as Mr Graves left Molly's station with the poor girl's voice trailing off from whatever she had been saying.

Good Morning, Tina.

Returning the greeting with a cool "Good morning, Mr Graves" and an equally cool smile, she pivoted as she called over her shoulder, "Follow me, please."

She was thankful that he didn't try to engage in small talk as she wasn't sure she'd be able to uphold her normal countenance with a man who had tried to get her to "show" that poor girl how he liked to be sucked off. However, she felt the weight of his gaze as he walked behind her, and she was hard pressed to keep herself to a moderate pace.

Thankfully, Mr Keach exited his office as the the two of them were entering the outer office, and Tina watched as the two men greeted each other and immediately dove into business. She had to grit her teeth to keep from reacting to Mr Graves's comment about her impressive commitment, telling herself that it wouldn't do to throw something at his head. The image, however, helped keep a pleasant smile on her lips.

Let’s have some coffee, and we can talk. Tina – would you mind, please?

Nodding in answer to Mr Keach's request, she bustled over to the coffee maker and prepared a carafe and placed it and two mugs on the silver tray kept for such purposes. She debated a moment before adding some creamer and sugar as she wasn't sure if Mr Graves liked his coffee black like Mr Keach or not.

Balancing the tray carefully, she tapped on the door, but they clearly didn't hear over their animated discussion so she entered and placed the tray on the side table before silently going back to her desk. She typed up a couple of draft contracts for an upcoming meeting and fielded a few phone calls before she was paged by Mr Keach.

Tina, please amend the contracts to show these terms, which we have just agreed upon. The next couple of years will be prosperous for both our companies.

Accepting the notes, she hurried back to her desk to update the contracts, happy that things had worked out. Truth be told, she had been a little worried that Mr Graves would walk away from the venture after the way she had slapped his hand away from her leg on the way back to the house on Saturday night.

Quickly scanning the updated documents to ensure there were no errors, she printed them out and returned to Mr Keach's office, waiting to see if there was anything else that was needed. They signed and exchanged documents, and Tina collected Mr Keach's copies and retreated to her desk for logging them before filing them later.

Minutes later, the two men exited the office, and Tina stood up, expecting to escort Mr Graves to Reception, but Mr Keach waved her off. Before she had a chance to sit down, Mr Graves came over, and she was flabbergasted at the way he touched her backside as he kissed her cheek good-bye. She was still trying to recover from her shock when Mr Keach returned and asked her to join him. Grabbing her notepad, she walked into his office and stood in front of his desk.

Please Tina, sit. We have much to celebrate, you & I. We have got Graves’ signature, thanks, in no small part, to you!

Sinking down onto the chair in front of his desk, she crossed her legs at the ankles and tucked them beneath the chair. "Really, sir, I don't think I had anything to do with it at all...," she demurred as she watched him pour out two glasses before he crossed over to hand her one.

To the future, and more enterprising ventures for us! Verve Cliquot, a fine drink at any time, even sweeter now!

She sipped her drink cautiously, not wanting to spoil his celebration. It really was good, but she knew that Mr Keach would only have the finest stocked in the first place. She took another sip, letting it okay over her tongue before swallowing.

So what happened on the weekend with Mr. Graves, to make him sign? Give me all the juicy details…I want to know where you went, what you did. Does he enjoy dancing, bowling, movies – what’s he into?

Thankfully she hadn't been in the process of swallowing when he asked his questions, or she feared she might have spat it all over his desk. She stalled by raising her glass to her lips, but she only let the contents wet her lips. Lowering the glass, she played with the stem as she picked her words carefully, "Where we sent, sir? To the new club on the corner of McCormick and 7th, although we were in the VIP lounge. We mostly people watched, enjoyed a drink or two and chatted." And he offered me 50k to sleep with him...

Her eyes flicked away from his before she added, "He decided he wanted to go for a walk so we left the club and, um, window-shopped..." She didn't think she needed to remind him where they were when he had called, nor did she think it would be wise to point out their obvious similarities. Trying to come up with something that wouldn't sound catty, she concluded with "He seems to have quite the sense of humor..."

 

[DanFS]

“Hmmm…Humor - not a trait I would normally associate with Joshua Graves!” Daniel replied.

Daniel Keach sat back in his seat, and savoured the smooth dry taste of the Champagne as it rolled over his tongue.
He regarded Tina carefully.
Of course, Daniel knew full well that Tina had accompanied Joshua Graves to the Sex-Shop, and witnessed him enjoying oral sex, given by a complete, and enthusiastic, stranger.

“Window shopping, huh?”
He queried, as he tapped a key on his laptop.
He spun the screen around as he said:
“I never heard it called that before!”
On the screen played the CCTV footage of Josh being fellated, which Keach had told Graves to obtain.
Daniel looked Tina in the eye.
“Did you enjoy this? It did not occur to you, how badly this would reflect upon us? I said to entertain him – not show him into the seediest places in town!”

Daniel paced around his desk to stand beside Tina sat in her seat.
He was aware that he had transformed , just like Dr. Jekkyl & Mr. Hyde, from a businessman celebrating with his trusted Personal Assistant to an executive possessed with fury at the potential damage done to his business’s reputation.

“This is really bad Tina - Of course, this would be seen by anyone else as completely contrary to the company’s code of conduct. The board usually need to be satisfied as to the reason why someone has been released from our employment. I think, if I were to show them this, there would be no argument.”

He waved his finger at her; looking just like an angry parent lecturing a wayward child.

“In this business, reputation is everything! This could do us untold damage if it ever got out!”

After a second – he had a thought, and asked her:
“Oh No - Did you fuck him? I thought you were a loyal, respectable, happily married woman? Now I see another side of you – a wanton slut who is obsessed with sex! She’d rather fuck than work!”

He watched Tina for the shock to hit, followed by the inevitable collapse of her composure, as it sank in that she was about to lose her job.

He perched on the edge of his desk, thinking – ‘This should be good!’

 

[Angeleyz]

Hmmm…Humor - not a trait I would normally associate with Joshua Graves!

Tina took another sip from her glass wondering why she should feel so unsettled about the way Mr Keach was looking at her. She felt guilty for some reason, but knew she hadn't done anything wrong. Well, except for having given in to Mr Graves' insistence that she accompany him into the shop on Saturday. And the darn back room...

Window shopping, huh? I never heard it called that before!

She didn't understand the snarl in his voice until he swung his screen around to face her. Horrified, she watched as she recognized the scene playing out on his laptop. 'Oh my god, where did he get that?' she thought as she jerked her gaze away from the footage. It was awful. There was no mistaking who the people were in the room, their faces clearly captured, but even worse... There was little doubt what was going on, and the angle hadn't shown how Tina had done everything in her power to avoid watching what was happening.

Did you enjoy this? It did not occur to you, how badly this would reflect upon us? I said to entertain him – not show him into the seediest places in town!

She cringed at the bite in his voice, and her fingernails cut into her palms as she tried to keep herself composed. 'Think,' she counseled herself, 'Don't react... That will only make things worse.' But how could she explain without looking like she was trying to point the finger at Mr Graves. It really was his fault, but it wouldn't do to blame everything on him when she had known in was a bad idea the moment he had stopped to look in the windows.

This is really bad Tina - Of course, this would be seen by anyone else as completely contrary to the company’s code of conduct. The board usually need to be satisfied as to the reason why someone has been released from our employment. I think, if I were to show them this, there would be no argument.

Her eyes widened at the thought of anyone else seeing the footage. No one would believe that she had only been there under protest. 'Wait,' she thought, 'that's it... There must be something from earlier that would show that he had practically wrestled in to the store and the later tug-a-war when he wanted to explore the back room.' The look on his face as he reminded her that reputation was everything deflated that hope. He wouldn't care if she had only been trying to do as he had said, to entertain his client, he would have expected her to find a way to manage the situation.

Oh No - Did you fuck him? I thought you were a loyal, respectable, happily married woman? Now I see another side of you – a wanton slut who is obsessed with sex! She’d rather fuck than work!

Her cheeks bloomed a fiery red as she gasped out a shocked, "No!!!!" She tried to figure out what to say, but her thoughts were all jumbled. Her stomach clenched in a wild mass of cramps. Oh my god, what was she going to do? They couldn't afford for her to lose her job now! And how would she explain to Mike why she had been fired especially since she had never confessed to him what had happened.

Her face was stark white as she looked at Mr Keach as he leaned on the edge of his desk. In a voice no louder than a whisper, she quavered, "It wasn't like that... He... asked, but I said no!" Her eyes shone as tears welled up as she continued, "Please, Mr Keach... It's not like you think.... He wanted to... I should have stopped him... But he kept insisting... Please... I am happily married..."

 

[DanFS]

He tapped another couple of keys on his laptop, and another piece of footage played.
This time, the same scene showed, but the enthusiastic fellatrix appeared to be Tina.
Keach had apparently also arranged for the footage to be doctored, so it appeared the woman on her knees was Tina!

“I wonder what your husband would say, if he were to see this?”
Keach asked her menacingly.
He now resembled a shark, circling a school of Tuna…. and Keach could scent blood.

He came and stood in front of Tina.
Directly in front of her, blocking her exit from the chair.

“We could keep this…our little secret, Tina.”
He deliberately looked her right in the eye.

“All you would have to do is…..anything I say.”

He knew this would either be met with a quiet acceptance, or more likely, an outcry and denial.
Either way, he knew he was holding the upper hand, and he intended to play it, for every cent it was worth!

“Now, Tina, undo your blouse, and remove it, then the bra, please - if you want to remain happily married.”

 

[Angeleyz]

Tina's mouth fell open when with a couple of key strokes Mr Keach had pulled up something so horrific that she thought she was going to lose her breakfast. That wasn't her! She hadn't done that... Would never have done that! Oh my god, why does it look like me doing that?

I wonder what your husband would say, if he were to see this?

Her hand trembled as it covered her mouth at the thought of Mike seeing the vile images. He would never believe she had done something like that. Knew that she took her wedding vows seriously. But you didn't tell him about what happened on Saturday... That's still lying... By default.

She looked up as Mr Keach loomed over her, cornering her in the chair. There was no sign of the affable boss of these last couple of months as he stood there, arms crossed over his chest, eyes unreadable.

We could keep this…our little secret, Tina. All you would have to do is…..anything I say.

She trembled, fearing where this was going. She didn't want to keep secrets from Mike, but with the stress of losing his job, she didn't know what he'd do if he were to see the footage. But to do anything Mr Keach said?! Even her alarms had alarms going off at the thought.

Now, Tina, undo your blouse, and remove it, then the bra, please - if you want to remain happily married.

"What?!?" she cried sharply, starting to rise to her feet, think Mr Keach had lost it. That was definitely not the way to remain happily married and was totally inappropriate. 'It's a test,' she thought wildly. Trying to keep calm, she tried again in a more reasonable tone, "Hardly appropriate behavior for maintaining our c-c-code of conduct, sir."

 

[DanFS]

Keach knew whatever he had said would be a shock. That was partly why he did it – he loved the way he could see the emotions warring inside her.

He had purposely blocked her escape route with his own body, so she could not flee. She had to face this, now.
He continued to hold her gaze, as he challenged her to obey him.
“We are way, way beyond codes of conduct now, Tina, or should I say, Mrs. Johnson?”

He could almost hear her rational mind battling her emotional one, as she argued that her husband knew she was serious about her marriage vows, and would not betray him.
However, video evidence was almost impossible to dispute.
He replayed the clip once more, but this time fed in the fake audio feed.
The kneeling woman made obscene slurping sounds, as she sucked the cock of the mostly out of shot man, but it was obvious from what you saw, the woman was enjoying herself!

As her head bobbed faster, the man’s hands wound into her hair, and as she felt him get close to his climax, she backed off, and allowed him to stroke himself into her open mouth, her tongue lewdly beckoning for his seed. This she swallowed greedily, before sitting back on her heels, and looking up at the man with…..what? Adoration?

Keach knew his play was almost complete.
He shifted on his feet, as if slightly uneasy, and told her:
“The choice is yours, my beautiful Tina.
Obey me, or try to explain to your husband, Mike, isn’t It? How you ended up in a sex shop, kneeling before a complete stranger sucking the cum out of his cock!”

He let that comment sink in before replaying the video.

He pulled up another screen, beside it which even Tina could see from where she sat was an Outlook screen.

“Oh well, I wish you well, explaining to him!”
He began to type an email address into the space on the screen, and paused, looking back at her again.

“I guess this news would be particularly difficult to stomach, as you’d also have to admit to him you were fired, for refusing to carry out simple requests from your boss?”

Daniel then handed her an envelope. Inside the official looking letter read:


Dear Mrs. Johnson,

Please accept this as full and final notice of the cancellation of your contract of employment.

Your line manager has previously communicated to you verbally on several occasions that your performance was below that required of the company and had given advice on how to improve this.

You have consistently refused to carry out simple tasks, when required, and for this reason, Keach Industries must release you from their employ, effective immediately.

Please also find enclosed a statement of your earning this year which you will need to submit to the IRS, if requested.


Attached was a statement of her salary earned so far this tax year.

The letter was signed by Daniel Keach, Chairman of the Board, and counter-signed by Steve Davis, the company's legal advisor.

Keach sat back on his desk, and continued to type, into the laptop, quietly speaking the email address of Mike, her husband, as if he were checking the spelling before sending it.

“Last chance Tina – Do as you’re told, or leave!”

 

[Angeleyz]

We are way, way beyond codes of conduct now, Tina, or should I say, Mrs. Johnson?

Dropping back into the chair when her legs threatened to give out on her, Tina tried desperately to blink back the tears that were welling in her eyes. Oh god, how could this be happening? Why was this happening?

Her eyes shot to the screen, but had to tear her eyes away as her cheeks flamed bright red. Unfortunately, unless she clapped her hands over her ears, there was no blocking the obscene noises that had somehow been added. That wasn't her!

The choice is yours, my beautiful Tina. Obey me, or try to explain to your husband, Mike, isn’t It? How you ended up in a sex shop, kneeling before a complete stranger sucking the cum out of his cock!

A choked whimper escaped her lips as she looked at Mr Keach, his face impassive, his tone grave. She couldn't believe he was ordering her to strip off her blouse and bra. She was his assistant for God sake, not one of his playthings! He knew she wasn't interested in that kind of behavior, that she only had eyes for her husband. Oh god, how would she explain this to Mike?!?

Tina's lips parted, her plea to stop on the tip of her tongue, when she saw Mr Keach open Outlook. She hadn't thought she could get more panicked, and found she was wrong as she pictured her poor husband sitting at his computer in his search for a job and opening up that.... filth! He would be shocked.... devastated....

Oh well, I wish you well, explaining to him! I guess this news would be particularly difficult to stomach, as you’d also have to admit to him you were fired, for refusing to carry out simple requests from your boss?

Her hands shook as she scanned the correspondence, a termination letter really. Even if she thought she could explain what had happened and Mike trusted her enough to believe that it truly wasn't her, the damning letter all but guaranteed that it would be almost impossible for her to find employment any time soon.... But what Mr Keach wanted her to do tied her stomach in painful knots, and caused the letter to crumple as her fingers tightened into a fist.

Last chance, Tina – Do as you’re told, or leave!

"Wait... p-p-please..." Her voice broke at the thought of what she was about to do. Letting the letter drop to the floor, her head slightly bowed so that she wouldn't have to look at him, she croaked, "Please, Mr Keach... I'll d-d-do it... please don't send t-t-that to Mike."

Her fingers fumbled on the small buttons of her blouse as she slowly undid them, eventually revealing the black lace demi-cup bra she wore underneath.

 

[DanFS]

Dan subtly changed the email address and sent the message to a personal email account of his, which would ensure he had leverage over her, even if she wiped his laptop.

He didn't think she'd dare to try, but a desperate woman was someone only a fool would under-estimate, at their peril.

He watched with bated breath, as she unbuttoned her blouse, showing a glimpse of cleavage encased in a black lace demi-cup bra.
This was even better then he had hoped, and this was just the start!

The fact that she was close to tears as she started to disrobe, made it sweeter for him.

She seemed to pause, part way through. He knew he'd need to prod her, to get her to where he wanted her to be.

"That's very nice Tina, but keep going. I want to see those full luscious tits of yours. I have a feeling my Office is going to be a much nicer place to work from now on, for me, in any case!"

He gestured for her to continue, and leant back on his desk, to enjoy the view, as he sipped some more of his champagne.

He had to keep her on the back foot, so to speak, until he had her more mentally conditioned to obey his commands without question...

 

[Angeleyz]

That's very nice Tina, but keep going. I want to see those full luscious tits of yours. I have a feeling my Office is going to be a much nicer place to work from now on, for me, in any case!

Closing her eyes as despair gripped her poor heart so tight she was afraid she'd lose what little control she had over the tears welling up, Tina forced herself to take a small breath as minute trembling in her hands made it hard to catch hold of the remaining buttons on her blouse. She couldn't believe Mr Keach was talking to her like this! Couldn't believe she wasn't telling him off and storming out, but instead was actually thinking of complying.

Her cheeks flushed at the way he so arrogantly motioned for her to continue. Wishing she had never agreed to entertain Mr Graves, she looked over his shoulder so she wouldn't have to see his expectant expression as she pulled the silken material out of her skirt and finished unbuttoning it.

Pressing her lips tightly together, Tina paused before slipping the blouse from her shoulders and off her arms. Shivering as the normally temperate air hit her skin like an arctic breeze, she clutched the shirt in her hand before forcing herself to drape it over her leg.

Reaching around to unhook her bra, her eyes darted towards and then away from her silent boss. She had hoped, foolishly so, that he would end this farce so she could say she was truly chastised and would never do anything that even hinted of impropriety again, but there was no sign of that in his impassive countenance.

Suddenly something in his previous words triggered. 'Wait! Did he say from now on...?' she thought in horror, wondering just what Mr Keach expected her to be doing from now on.

 

[DanFS]

Daniel saw the meaning of his words dawn on her face.
“Yes, I did say - from now on.”

He took her chin in his hand and steered her gaze up to meet his own.

“As well as the $20,000 dollar bonus for helping to land Mr. Graves’ contract, I propose to make you the Senior Executive Assistant, which carries many other duties, as I see fit, and also an additional salary of $30,000 per year.”

He looked back at his laptop and tapped a few keys.

“There. I’ve emailed the job offer to you. I suggest you take it. After all, you don’t want to disappoint me, do you?”

He looked back at Tina with her bare chest.

“Beautiful – absolutely beautiful!” He sighed, as he reached forward and gently caressed the soft flesh, of each breast, before stroking across each nipple, and then taking them between thumb and forefinger and tweaking them gently too.

He had foreseen her resistance to this, and warned her as she looked ready to react:

“Stay still & quiet, Tina. Take the money, I know you could do with it. You will do as I say anyway, or lose your job, so you may as well get something extra for it, and try and enjoy it.”

He searched her face for any realisation that she was trapped and may as well make the best of the situation.

He continued:
“I’m not an ogre, and besides, I‘m not looking for love, I just want your body when I feel like it!
Now – will you accept the promotion?”

He held her breasts in his hands, as he waited for her answer.

 

[Angeleyz]

Having no choice but to look at Mr Keach when he lifted her chin so that he could stare down at her, Tina frowned when he confirmed she hadn't heard him wrong, even though he failed to stipulate what that entailed. Oh this didn't sound good... Didn't sound good at all.

As well as the $20,000 dollar bonus for helping to land Mr. Graves’ contract, I propose to make you the Senior Executive Assistant, which carries many other duties, as I see fit, and also an additional salary of $30,000 per year.

Duties as he sees fit?

She chewed on her bottom lip, thinking that the Senior Executive Assistant position was just another trap of some sort. Her fingers tightened in her lap as all sorts of speculative thoughts filled her mind with what those additional duties could potentially entail. She watched silently as he clicked on his laptop.

There. I’ve emailed the job offer to you. I suggest you take it. After all, you don’t want to disappoint me, do you?

That was the problem. She very well wanted to disappoint the arrogant man standing in front of her, looking at her bare chest with such a proprietary air. She was a married woman! Why was he treating her this way? Why me?!

Beautiful – absolutely beautiful!

Startling when warm hands cupped her bare breasts, handling them as if assessing their weight, Tina was speechless when Mr Keach trailed his fingers across her sensitive nipples. If that wasn't bad enough, he also gave them a gentle pinch like it was something he had every right to do! She took a breath to fuss at him for his audacious behavior when he stopped her mid-breath with his cooly spoken reprimand.

Stay still & quiet, Tina. Take the money, I know you could do with it. You will do as I say anyway, or lose your job, so you may as well get something extra for it, and try and enjoy it.

Her lips tightened until they lost all of their natural color as she realized how well and truly screwed she was. If she failed to do as he said, she'd lose her job and that would be a disaster with Mike being unemployed and their current financial situation. But she was afraid what he'd demand of her, recalling all the office gossip about his licentious ways.

I’m not an ogre, and besides, I‘m not looking for love, I just want your body when I feel like it! Now – will you accept the promotion?

She felt like a noose had been slipped around her throat. Oh god, what else can I do?!? Her shoulders slumped as she realized she really had no choice - he had her over a barrel and there was no way out. A single tear broke free and trailed down her cheek as she mutely nodded, wondering how she'd be able to reconcile this with her marriage vows.

 

[DanFS]

Daniel Keach looked at Tina with barely concealed lust in his eyes.
“I think, tomorrow I want you to work in my Office for most of the day. It would please me of you wore something a little more revealing. For now, there is plenty of work to be done. I need to concentrate on something. You can dress and return to your desk; I’ll call you if I need anything.”

He dismissed her with a wave of his hand, and walked back around his desk to start working on the laptop again.

After an hour or so, Dan walked out of his Office to go for Lunch.
He placed a sheet of paper on Tina’s desk, with the words:
“Just a suggestion for tomorrow. Don’t disappoint me!”

He had also place $100 in cash with it.

The picture on the sheet looked like:
http://www.marksandspencer.com/scal...fPartNumber=T816229U&associationType=Complete the look with&carousel=Association_PIM

(Only everything is in black)

With that, Dan sauntered out of the Office, calling out;
“I’ll be gone an hour or so.”

In truth he had been hungry and decide to enjoy a leisurely lunch at a favourite haunt just down the block.
It would also give him more time to think of other dastardly things to do to Tina...

 

[Angeleyz]

Tina flushed when she saw the way Mr Keach looked at her, his eyes slowly moving across her exposed skin, until she was sure that he could identify every freckle she had on her chest. She desperately wanted to cover herself up with her discarded blouse, or at the very least cross her arms defensively over her chest, but she forced herself to stay still and even managed to sit up a little straighter.

Her eyes widened fractionally when Mr Keach mentioned working specifically in his office for most of the day the next day, as that was not their normal arrangement. Her chin rose at his "request" to wear something more revealing, already dreading the next day. She might have even protested if he didn't almost immediately dismiss her in the next breath, telling her she could get dressed and return to her desk. It wasn't the most dignified of exits with her all but dashing from the room with her bra and blouse clutched to her chest; however, Tina wanted out of his office before he changed his mind.

Quickly redressing, she sat down at her desk and attempted to work but it took a good thirty minutes to get herself under control so that her voice was back to its well modulated manner even if it seemed to be missing its normal upbeat tone while fielding a handful of calls. Thankfully, it was relatively quiet and she was able to concentrate on catching up on some correspondence. If it was irritating how many times she had to re-type things, at least it gave her something more to do than sit there and fret about the mess she had gotten herself into.

Perhaps it was childish of her to ignore Mr Keach when he stepped out of his office and walked near her desk, but she wasn't ready to make idle chitchat with him after everything that had happened in his office earlier. Using her typing as an excuse to keep her eyes on her monitor, she was vaguely aware of him placing something on her desk as he walked by, announcing that he'd be gone for an hour or so.

Tina didn't relax until the outer door opened and closed, and then she allowed herself to relax into a slump. Closing her eyes, she tried to figure out a way to frame the situation such that she could tell Mike what was going on without sending him over the edge, but couldn't figure anything out.

"Dammit," she muttered as her eyes popped open and she slapped the desk, causing the folded piece of paper to flutter and catch her eye. As she went to pick it up, she spotted the c-note laying under it, and she started to pull her hand away. She had a sinking feeling that she wasn't going to like whatever instructions Mr Keach had left for her and was tempted to postpone the inevitable by going out for lunch.

Telling herself that she might as well suck it up, Tina pulled the note to her and unfolded it. The scrawl of words written in the corner caught her eye before the picture of the lingerie did. 'Oh my god,' she thought, as she realized how similar it was to the set she had worn under her wedding dress. What, no scarlet red, Mr Keach?!

Dropping the paper on her desk, she spun her chair away from it and the money as if she could hide from what he was telling her. She didn't have anything like that in her wardrobe anymore... Well, not that she'd want to wear in front of Mr Keach anyway. She stewed about it for 15 minutes before turning back around with a long suffering sigh.

Dammit, she didn't have a choice! Mr Keach had made it clear that she had to do what he said in order to keep her job. Her only hope was that he'd get bored of this as quickly as he ran through his normal playthings, and that she'd find a way to get absolution for what she was doing. Snagging her purse from her desk drawer, she shoved the money and note into it and stood up.

There was a lingerie boutique around the corner. If she was lucky, they'd have something similar to what Mr Keach had requested and she'd be back before he returned from his lunch. She really didn't want to accept his money, but she certainly didn't want to try explaining that shopping trip to Mike.

With an almost grim set to her face, Tina set off on her errand, wishing it was Mike she was shopping for and not her diabolical boss. As she had expected, the boutique had exactly what Mr Keach requested and even had a wide variety of colors to choose from. She had been sorely tempted to get the god awful mustard color that might have looked nice on someone else, but would have made her look ill, but in the end she had dutifully purchased the black set and was back at her desk with the bag tucked out of sight before Mr Keach returned to the office.

 

[DanFS]

Keach breezed back into the Office, after enjoying his lunch.
He hadn't appreciate how hungry toying with Tina's emotions would make him!

She had ignored him going out, seemingly engrossed in her work. Not that he care anyway. She would do as she was told, or else.
He needed to consider his next move, this afternoon.

He was pleased to notice the sheet of paper and the cash had disappeared, and unless he was mistaken, her coat was on a different hook on the coatstand now than it had been this morning.
So, she had already been shopping for him, had she?

He didn't want to move things along too far, too quickly and drive her away. He needed to take a calm, measured approach. Soon enough - she would be his for the taking - any way he wanted.
Just like an experienced fisherman, he wanted to keep her dangling on the hook, unable to escape his clutches.
Unbidden, a scene of a cartoon from his childhood popped into his head.
'The Hooded Claw' having captured 'Penelope Pitstop' was laughing his evil laugh as she lay tied to the railway tracks.
He smiled to himself as he sat behind his desk, and opened up his laptop.

'Soon, Tina. You will be mine. Anyway I choose to have you.' He thought to himself.

He set to work on a plan for a presentation to another client.
Perhaps Tina would be useful in this one too.
Mr. Morita Takashi, was a respected and influencial banker within Japan's banking system. He was a freelance trader, dealing in currency and bonds, mostly.
Due to his talents, he was richer than many of the heads of the largest Japanese banks.

He had one major weakness.
Women.
Dan Keach had exploited this before, and now, with Tina dangling on his hook, he saw a way to make even more money.
Mr. Takashi was visiting the US next week, to confirm a few deals as well as cement a few business partnerships, to further enhance his influence in the West.

Dan sent him an email inviting him to a private dinner.
He said he had business he wished to discuss, and could provide unique entertainment, which he was sure Takashi would enjoy.

He knew that Takashi would take the bait, based on previous visits, and although previously, Keach had paid out for a high-priced call girl, the meeting and susbsequent 'entertainent' had been very well received.

With Tina on his hook, this would prove to be a very lucrative trip for them both, for different reasons. Takashi would want to compensate Tina himself, but for the profits Keach could make off his talents, the costs would be negligible.

He sat back and thought for a few moments, then clicked the button on his intercom, and asked Tina to join him.

After a few moments, with a face which looked like she had drunk some sour milk, she entered his Office, and went to sit opposite his desk, placing her notepad on his desk.

"No, Tina. Come round this side." Keach told her.
He indicated she should stand by the side of his desk nearest him.
As she stood there, all but glowering at him, he reached out and rested a hand upon her leg, just under the hemline of her skirt.
His fingers resting upon the nylon clad thigh, as he slowly ran his fingers upwards.
He was looking into her face, awaiting a reaction...
"Yes, Tina, so nice and firm. Beautiful!" He gasped.

Now - would she move away, slap him, or just stand there and endure it?

 

[Angeleyz]

Tina had only been back at her desk for about 15 minutes when Mr Keach came back, and although she kept her eyes fixed on her monitor, she thought she caught a glimpse from the periphery of him pausing a giving her a long, considering look.

Already put out for having to go shopping for another man, she was in a decidedly bad mood after being peppered by comments from the chatty sales person about how much her husband was going to love the lingerie. She had stalked back to the office, clutching the bag, feeling like everyone could tell it held merchandise for another man.

Thankfully he went into his office without a word, and she wondered what he'd do with the four messages she had fielded while he was gone from some of his past playthings. 'Call one of them, dammit,' she thought, hoping they'd offer him a distraction, 'Hell, call all of them.'

She about jumped out of her skin when the intercom clicked on and Mr Keach asked for him to join him. It said a lot about her mental state that she failed to do the habitual touch up to her make up and smoothing to her hair like her predecessor had drilled into her, and she walked in like she was headed to an execution.

Placing her notepad on his desk, she was getting ready to seat herself in her customary chair across from his desk when he spoke "No, Tina. Come round this side."

She watched as he imperiously motioned her for to stand by the side of his desk nearest him. 'Oh for crying out loud, what now?!' she thought, her eyes narrowing as she took in the gleam in his eyes. He was clearly up to no good, and she had no desire to get that close to her philandering boss. However, there had been times in the past where he had called her over, so perhaps she was just reading trouble where there really was none.

Reluctantly moving to the spot he had indicated, she tried to compose her expression into the serene assistant mode she had perfected before this morning, but was afraid it was falling short. Her breath caught in a low hiss as he leaned forward and slid his hand up the back of her thigh, and she shot him a scandalized look.

Yes, Tina, so nice and firm. Beautiful!

She flinched away as his hand crept higher, and was seconds from turning on her heel and retreating when she remembered the condition of his silence and her continued employment - Do as you're told, or leave! She managed to keep herself from fleeing, but her rigid body language made it perfectly clear that she was only there under duress.

"My husband thinks so, yes," she said through clenched teeth, wondering if he had actually had something for her to do or was just using it as an excuse to torture her with his unwanted attention.

 

[DanFS]

He gave her thigh a firm, slow, squeeze, as it testing the ripeness of a piece of fruit.
Her comment about her husband reminded Dan that he had not broken her mentally yet - no, not even close.

He moved his hand higher still, looking into her eyes, as she told her:
"I'm glad he does, but he's not here. You could at least pretend you enjoy your job, Tina. This doesn't have to be unpleasant for you. Try and relax and enjoy it. It's not like I'm fucking you, is it!?"

He slid his hand even higher, and made fleeting contact with her pussy lips through her underwear before moving his fingers away.

He thought he heard a small gasp, and moved his hand back up, and did it again, more deliberately this time, running his fingertip along the smooth gusset of her panties, feeling the outline of her lip through them.

This was tantalising in the extreme, but he didn't want to rush things.

He repeated this again and then once more, before sliding his hand away, noticing, he thought, a more pronounced movement in her chest, as she breathed.

He sat back in his chair, and just watched her, knowing she must feel uncomfortable under his scrutiny.

"Now, Tina - I want you to do something for me. Unzip me, and stroke my cock, please."

He sat right back, to allow her easier access to his zipper.

 

[Angeleyz]

Tina struggled with the need to lash out at Mr Keach as he manhandled her thigh like it was his God given right. She had hoped that he had real work for her to do, but instead he seemed to simply want to flaunt his ability to touch her however he wished and for her to meekly take it. She seethed as his hand crept up her leg in the most inappropriate of manners.

I'm glad he does, but he's not here. You could at least pretend you enjoy your job, Tina. This doesn't have to be unpleasant for you. Try and relax and enjoy it. It's not like I'm fucking you, is it!?

The timing of his last comment coincided with the faintest of touches against her mound, and she wasn't sure if she gasped from the realization that he might actually demand that of her or the shock of his touching her where only her husband had before. 'Surely, he wouldn't,' she thought in horror, 'he wouldn't force himself on me when he has women throwing themselves at him all the time.'

She started to relax slightly when his hand began its descent back down her leg, and she found her voice long enough to say, "I do enjoy my job, Mr Keach... Or rather I did... This... This is not my job."

Outside of an almost imperceptible tightening on his lips, he made no verbal response, but chose instead to glide his hand along her thigh, disappearing up her skirt and deliberately tracing his finger along the crease of her womanhood as if to underscore her ignorance as to what her job now entailed.

He repeated this scandalous petting again and again, causing her to flinch with each intimate probing. Her breathing grew labored as she tried to gain control of her rapidly spiraling temper. 'How dare he?!?' a little voice inside her head screeched.

And then as suddenly as the unwanted touching began, it stopped with Mr Keach simply watching her with an unreadable expression on his face. She tried to keep her expression as serene as she could muster, but it was incredibly hard as the silence between them grew.

"Now, Tina - I want you to do something for me. Unzip me, and stroke my cock, please."

She watched dumbfounded as he leaned back in his chair and waited like he actually thought she'd comply. Her nostrils flared as a lick of white hot anger surged within her at the presumption of her arrogant boss. Fortunately, there was a small voice of reason that counseled that he really did hold all the cards at the moment, and that she had to comply with his 'demands' if she wished to stay employed.

Gritting her teeth, she shot him a disgusted look before leaning over and silently working his zipper down. Her hands shook slightly, and she was uncomfortably aware of his eyes on her face as her hands paused at the entrance to his trousers.

 

[DanFS]

Keach smiled at Tina's comment:
"I do enjoy my job, Mr Keach... Or rather I did... This... This is not my job."

She obviously did not yet understand her new position.

As she released his cock from it confines and tentatively wrapped her slender fingers around it, he told her:
"Your job, Tina, is to do anything I tell you, as I see fit, to assist me in the successful running of this business. Including stroking my cock to relax me, when I need it!"

He leant back in the chair as she obviously seethed with anger at his comment, and the fact he had just taken such blatant liberties with her body.

She started to slow stroke him, and he sighed.
Her fingers felt wonderful, warm and soft.
As he hardened and grew her hand action was enough to stimulate him, but not to irritate him, as he had assumed she would try to give him a 'harsh handjob', as retribution for the position he had forced her into and was now exploiting.

He leant back even further in his chair and allowed her better access to his cock & balls, and watched her intently, comparing reality to the mental image he had stored of this moment in his imagination, before closed his eyes, enjoying the sensations she was giving him.

He knew that if looks could kill...right now he would have been buried twice. He also didn't care one bit.
Yes, he could get used to this!

 

[Angeleyz]

Never in her wildest dreams had Tina thought she'd be to the point where she'd be stroking Mr Keach behind his desk. Fending off an inpertinent comment, definitely. Sidestepping a potentially personal touch on her back or shoulders, likely, but having to reach into his trousers and pull his penis out while he sat there lording over her inability to do anything else... definitely not.

Your job, Tina, is to do anything I tell you, as I see fit, to assist me in the successful running of this business. Including stroking my cock to relax me, when I need it!

Her fingers of the hand not encircling him tightened into such a hard fist that her fingernails cut painfully into her palm, but she managed not to squeeze the ever living snot out of him with her other. 'Not happening, this isn't happening,' she thought as she forced herself to move her hand up and down his length, gritting her teeth when she felt his shaft begin to harden. How she itched to rub him so hard that he'd think twice before seeking her out to relax him again. 'Fingernails into the sensitive skin might also do the trick,' she mused before realizing the bloodthirstiness of her thoughts. Part of the job... It's just part of the job...

When he reclined further back in his chair, Tina allowed herself a smoldering glare in his direction before returning herself to the unpleasant task at hand. It was obvious by the way he had shifted that Mr Keach also expected her to fondle his balls, but she stubbornly refused to do so. 'Wasn't part of your 'instructions', you pervert,' she fumed, stroking up and down his cock while keeping her attention on the far wall. Part of the job... It's just part of the job...

Her jaw clenched painfully as she pictured what Mike's reaction would be if he were ever to find out about her latest task. She hoped her husband would understand that she was only doing what Mr Keach said for their family, but she wasn't so sure he would view it that way. Part of the job... It's just part of the job...