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 ï>¿Megan & Kasey - Job Training by dlsloan

   (A Sequel to Megan's Summer Education)

   Megan and Kasey put their developing skills to work.

   CHAPTER 1: DOING THE JOB

   A NEW DAY

   It was late Sunday night.  Megan Brandt lay in her bed wearing a cutoff
tank top and a thong.  The 18-year-old brunette was texting her best friend
Kasey, and her much older neighbors, Mick and Harry.

   It was hard to believe that it had only been a week since she had lured
Mick and Harry into teaching her about sex.  That crazy week -- which
started when her parents left her alone for a week -- had begun with her
asking to be trained and ended with the formal establishment of the School
for Sluts, led by Mick and Harry and a host of other men, most of them old
enough to be Megan's father or even grandfather.

   Megan was joined as a student at the school by Kasey and together they
had decided to forego their college plans and proceed with what they
believed to be their calling -- to be submissive sluts for older men.

   They trusted each other and Mick and Harry, who, along with the other
men, had formed a plan for additional training for the girls.  Their
continuing education would include working in an office building as interns
and personal assistants, modeling for a local clothing business, and
starting their own online modeling sites.  The goal was to expose them to
different situations and different opportunities so they could learn how
their chosen lifestyle could also be a career.

   Kasey's dad was part of the school leadership and was fully on board
with the plan.  Megan had informed her parents of her intentions to delay
college and explore other opportunities just hours ago.  She had told them
about the jobs at her dad's office and with the clothing store, whose owner
happened to be a client of her mom's marketing firm.  Keeping her true
choices a secret would be nearly impossible, but Megan was determined to
hide it as long as possible.

   It would all start in the morning.  She would ride with Kasey and her
dad to her dad's office.  There, Kasey would be her dad's assistant and
Megan would be the assistant to her dad's boss, Mr.  Rothman, who was a
board member of the School for Sluts and had enjoyed participating in the
training activities over the past week.  Megan knew Mr.  Rothman would fuck
her tomorrow.  Probably more than once.  She knew her dad wouldn't fuck
Kasey, but she worried he might start to figure out something weird was
going on.  The girls, per instructions from Mr.  Rothman, would be dressed
in unprofessionally skimpy clothing.  That would be awkward.  All of it was
awkward.  She both loved and feared it.

   She couldn't sleep and neither could Kasey.  They texted back and forth,
happy about how things went with Megan's parents and nervously excited
about their first day of work.  They were just discussing their attire when
Rothman texted them both and told them to wear heels and mini dresses,
thongs and no bra.  They should both have their hair in ponytails.  "Look
like a typical business woman, only with a much shorter dress and higher
heels," his text said.  They both understood the assignment and hoped that
Megan's parents would not express concern over the attire.

   Megan turned off the phone and tried to go to sleep, but couldn't.  She
dozed off a couple of times, but kept waking back up.  She wandered
downstairs to get a drink.  It was about 2 a.m.  and the house was dark and
quiet.  As she passed through the living room, she heard a noise.  She
turned, startled, and realized it was her dad, breathing deeply in his
sleep on the couch.  Why was he on the couch?  Megan wasn't going to wake
him and ask, but she bumped her leg on the end table and dropped her bottle
of water.  He was awake.

   "You ok?" he said, sleepily.

   "I'm fine," Megan said.  "Sorry to wake you, Daddy.  Why are you on the
couch?"

   "It's nothing," Michael said.  She could tell he was lying.  He was a
terrible liar.  He could never even keep her Christmas presents a secret.
"Just couldn't sleep."

   "You and mom have a fight?" Megan said, sitting next to him.

   "We just, well, we just aren't communicating," he said.  "It will be
fine.  It was just a good night for us to sleep apart.  That's all.  Go
back to bed.  Big day, tomorrow."

   "OK, Daddy," Megan said, kissing him on the check.  "Thanks for
understanding about my decision to put off college for a while."

   "I know you thought a lot about it.  I trust you.  You are the most
amazing daughter," Michael smiled, patting her leg.  In that moment, he
noticed her body, her attire.  He had seen her in this sleepwear before,
but she seemed like a woman now, not his little girl.  He cursed himself
for thinking of her as anything else.

   "Thank you, Daddy," she said.  She hugged him again.  As she released
the embrace, her hand accidently brushed across his lap.  She wasn't
positive, but she was pretty certain he was erect underneath the thin
blanket he had pulled over himself.  She wasn't shocked.  Men often got
erections in their sleep, she knew.  But she wondered if he woke up like
that or if it had happened after that, and, if so, why.  She wondered how
long it had been since he had had sex.  If her parents had been having
trouble communicating, did that mean no sex?  She almost offered to take
care of whatever he needed right then and there, but she stopped herself.
Her father was a kind, decent and loving man.  He was also reserved,
passionate and passive.  He would never accept her offer.

   She started upstairs, then quietly slipped back to the edge of the
living room.  The light was back off and he was laying down.  But she could
hear him, breathing hard, a steady motion, a bit of a wet sound.  She knew
what he was doing.  She ached to help him, but she couldn't.  She waited
until she heard his release, then quietly went upstairs, feeling sad,
worried, and oh-so-wet.  She wanted to touch herself, but no one had given
her permission to cum, so she simply went back to sleep.

   Megan woke up the next morning feeling more rested than she expected. 
She got ready and was downstairs, eating a bagel and drinking some juice
when her dad came down.  Her mom, like usual, had left early and was
already out the door.  Megan wanted to talk to her too, to see if she would
tell her more about what was going on.  But she could only focus on one
parent at a time.  Not to mention that she was starting her first day at a
new job.  Oh, and she was dressed in a manner no one would consider modest.
She had a lot on her mind, if not on her body.

   Megan was wearing open-toed navy heels with a simple strap across the
toes and another around the ankle.  Her legs were bare -- all the way up to
the tops of her thighs, which is where he little dress finally made its
appearance.  The form-fitting, navy and white dress hugged her curves.  The
lightweight cotton dress was sleeveless with a low neckline.  The thin
material molded to her breasts.  The dark color concealed her nipples from
a distance, but anyone close to her would be able to see her hard nubs and
know that she wasn't wearing a bra.  Her hair was in a ponytail.  Under the
dress she wore a light blue g-string, which would be exposed any time she
bent over at the waist.

   Her dad looked at her and cocked his head, "You look beautiful, dear,
but that dress is a little short, isn't it?"

   "You think it's too short?" she asked.

   "Yeah, a little," he said.  "But we don't have time for you to change.
We have to get going if we're going to pick up Kasey."

   "I texted her," Megan said.  "She's ready."

   Megan sat in the front seat of her dad's car, her dress riding up to the
point she had to keep pulling it down to keep from flashing her pussy.  Her
tits jiggled every time they hit a pot hole.  She was so exposed.  She was
afraid of the reaction of the people she worked with.

   They pulled up to Kasey's house.  Her dad was already gone to work, but
Kasey was ready and waiting.

   "Did you two buy the same dresses?" Michael asked Megan as they watched
Kasey walk down the driveway to their car.  She was wearing a royal blue
dress that was exactly the same design as Megan's.  She wore matching
open-toed royal blue heels with straps across the toes and around the
ankles.  They couldn't see it, but she wore a white g-string and nothing
else under the dress.  Like Megan, Kasey had her hair in the requested
ponytail.

   "Of course we did," Megan smiled at her dad.

   "Well, at least you won't be the only one showing off so much skin," he
laughed.

   Kasey got in the back seat, greeting them both with a big smile.  "I'm
so excited," she said.  "Thank you so much for picking me up, Mr.  Brandt."

   "You're welcome, Kasey," he said.  "I would tell you to call me Michael,
but at work it probably is best for you to call me mister."

   "Of course, sir," Kasey said.  "I'm your assistant.  I'll address you
however you like."

   Megan smiled to herself.  Kasey was already laying the groundwork,
submitting to her new boss, letting him know he was in charge and she was
there to follow his orders, no matter what they might be, no questions
asked.  Megan already had that relationship with Mr.  Rothman, of course,
but she reminded herself to follow Kasey's example and be overt in
establishing her position of submission with him too.

   Michael escorted the girls into the office, which was located in a
14-story building.  His company occupied three floors.  His office was on
the 10th floor and Mr.  Rothman was on the 11th.  They took the elevator to
the 11th floor and Michael led them to Rothman's office.  Bonnie, his
receptionist greeted them and sent them in, telling them that Rothman was
waiting for them.

   "Greetings, ladies," Rothman smiled, shaking both their hands as well as
Michael's.  "You both look lovely.  Ready to start your first day?"

   "Yes, sir," Megan said.

   "Good, well listen, I know a lot of places would have you doing
orientation and tours and all that stuff on day one, but I prefer to just
dive right in," Rothman grinned at Megan.  She knew exactly what he
intended to dive into.  "So, Kasey, I would like you to spend the day with
Mr.  Brandt.  You'll shadow him and learn by observing, asking questions
and, of course, helping out in any way that he needs you to.  Megan, you
will do the same with me.  You will meet other members of the staff as well
as our clients as you go.  Any questions?"

   "No, sir," Megan said.

   "Thank you, sir," Kasey added.

   Kasey and Michael left.  Michael didn't tell Kasey, but he was
embarrassed to be walking through the office with her.  She was so scantily
dressed that it was hard not to think of her as a sex object.  He didn't
think of her that way, but he knew that was the image most would have.  Why
would he have this sexy young woman as his personal assistant and why would
she be dressed so suggestively?  That would be the talk of the office.  Not
to mention the fact that his own daughter was working here now, dressed
just as provocatively.  It all made him very nervous and self-conscious. 
He got Kasey to his office and closed the door as quickly as he could.

   ***

   "Remember what happened last time you were here, Megan?" Rothman asked
Megan once they were alone.

   "Of course, sir," Megan replied.  "I sucked your cock while you talked
to my dad on the phone, sir."

   "That's right," Rothman grinned.  "Smart girl.  Well, now we have time
to make a lot more memories like that one, don't we?"

   "Yes, sir," Megan said.  "Am I dressed OK, Mr.  Rothman?  Would you like
to inspect me?"

   He smiled, impressed by her attitude.  Her innate submissiveness was
really emerging.

   "Ponytail, dress length, and heels are all nice," he said, looking at
her like the piece of meat she was to him.  He was a married man, not
happily.  They remained married only as a matter of finances and
convenience.  His wife traveled all the time and he knew she slept around
as much as he did.  They hadn't been intimate in years.  He had no desire
to be in another relationship.  Megan and Kasey were just fun, sexy changes
of pace from his normal routine of luring women with his money to get what
he needed.  He very much liked the idea of keeping Megan and Kasey around
as long as possible and had every intention of using their tight young
bodies as frequently and as creatively as he could.

   He stepped toward Megan and, even though he could clearly see that she
wasn't wearing a bra, he reached inside her dress and filled his hands with
her tits.  He rubbed her nipples and pulled her breasts out, examining
them, bouncing them in his hands before putting them back in her dress. 
"No bra," he smiled.  "Good girl."

   "Thank you, sir," Megan said, biting her lip.  She liked the way he
touched her, the way he looked at her.  Like she was an object, but a
desirable one.  It was this positive objectification that turned her on. 
If she was a piece of meat, she at least wanted to be a prime cut in his
eyes.

   Rothman bent her over his desk, pulling her dress up to study her
g-string, ass, and pussy mound.  He pulled the g-string to the side and
touched her bare pussy.  He put a finger inside her, then rubbed her clit
before putting the g-string back in place.

   "Proper g-string, bald pussy, wet and warm inside.  All approved," he
said.

   "Thank you, sir," Megan said.

   He had her stand back up.  He touched her lips, then her throat,
wrapping his hand around her neck, not squeezing, but in control.  "Has a
cock touched these lips or entered this throat today?"

   "No, sir," Megan said.

   He touched his hand to her flat belly.  "Have any sperm gone for a swim
in here today?"

   "No, sir," Megan said, biting her lip again.  This was so sexy to her.

   He reached under her dress and cupped her pussy.  "Any cock in here
today?"

   "No, sir."

   "We'll have to change that then," he said with the same tone you would
expect from a man looking at a flat tire.  "Your body was built to be used.
You know that now.  To be this far into the day untouched, unused, is a
waste."

   "I agree, sir," Megan said.  It was an honest response.

   "We have a meeting in a few minutes," Rothman said.  "But I will make
use of you soon."

   "Yes, sir," Megan said.  "Is there anything I should be prepared for in
this meeting?"

   Rothman explained that the meeting was with a potential partner.  It was
a Japanese company.  His counterpart did not speak very good English, so he
would be accompanied by his interpreter.  They had been working on this
deal for months, but the two sides had yet to come a financial agreement.
Essentially, Rothman's company would be taking control of the operations of
the other company, but keeping most of the current personnel and structure
in place.  It was strictly a financial deal, which is what Rothman's
company excelled in.  They looked for companies that were successful but
needed a little bit of capital to get through a tough stretch or take the
next step in their growth.  The Rothman Group would step in and provide the
needed financial support in exchange, of course, for a healthy percentage
of the profits.  Determining that percentage was always the sticking point,
as it was with this meeting today.

   "I understand," Megan said.  "Is there anything I should say or do? 
Should I take notes or anything?"

   "You will act as hostess," Rothman said.  "Get water, coffee, etc.  Then
you will sit next to me and observe.  Much of what we discuss will be
confusing, but you'll learn the more you listen and sit in on this
meetings. I find it's better to learn by doing.  So just dive in.  And, of
course, sit there and look pretty and do whatever I tell you to do during
the meeting."

   "Of course, sir," Megan said.  "Thank you for letting me be part of the
meeting."

   Rothman kissed her hard on the mouth, pushing his tongue into her mouth
while he groped her tits and squeezed her ass.  Megan kissed him back, of
course, and wondered if he had decided they had time for a quickie.

   "Remember," he said, squeezing her breasts, "you are eye candy in this
meeting.  He's a nice man.  Professional.  Respectful.  But he's a man.  He
has a pretty interpreter.  He will like you.  Ooze sexuality.  Be sexy, be
flirty.  Show off.  Understand?"

   "Of course, sir," Megan said.  "It is my purpose and will be my
pleasure, sir."

   Just then Bonnie rang in and told them that Mr.  Tanaka and his
interpreter had arrived.  "I'll be right there," Rothman said.  He had an
ice bucket in his office.  He grabbed two pieces of ice and held them to
Megan's nipples, his eyes locked on hers.  She bit her lip, wanting to kiss
him again.  The ice hurt her sensitive nipples, but she understood.  He
wanted them fully erect, impossible for their guests not to notice.  It
would make a clear first impression about her role and purpose there.  It
was a power move by a powerful man.

   "When you get him a drink, bend over at the waist and make sure he sees
under your dress," Rothman said.

   "Yes, sir," Megan said.  "I always bend over at the waist, like a good
girl."

   Rothman smiled, put one ice cube in his mouth, one in hers and kissed
her again until the cubes melted.

   "Stand here," he said.  "Hands behind your back.  Present yourself."

   "Yes, sir."

   Rothman opened the door and welcomed Mr.  Tanaka and his interpreter,
who introduced herself as Mao.  Tanaka was about 50 years old, solidly
built, clean cut, confident and professional.  Mao was probably in her late
20s or early 30s.  She was quite attractive with long dark hair, lovely
eyes, and a nice petite figure.  She was much more conservatively dressed
than Megan.  Mao's skirt came to her knees and she wore a plain with blouse
with a navy blazer over the top.  She wore low heels.  She looked pretty,
but very professional.  If she found Megan's appearance to be unacceptable
in any way, she didn't show it.

   Mao spoke perfect English with no accent and explained that she had
lived in the U.S.  for the past 15 years.  Mr.  Tanaka shook Megan's hand
and said hello in a thick accent, bowing his head slightly, a formal
gesture that also afforded him the opportunity to get a close look at
Megan's pointy tits.  He looked back up at her, smiling, then nodded at
Rothman in an apparent acknowledgment of his taste in assistants.

   Megan asked Mao if they would like a drink and she said they would both
like coffee.  Megan looked at Rothman and winked, letting him know she knew
it was show time.  She walked over to the coffee pot, first standing on her
tiptoes to reach high up in the cabinet for coffee mugs -- an act that
caused her dress to ride up on her hips, exposing an ample portion of her
bare ass cheeks.  Then, with her dress now riding up, she bent over at the
waist, pretending to push some buttons on the coffee maker before grabbing
the coffee pot and pouring the drinks.  She knew that while she was bent
over, legs straight and slightly spread, her bare ass and barely covered
pussy had to be completely visible.  She tingled inside at her naughty
display, hoping that she was pleasing to both men.

   Being on display in a public setting was still unsettling to her, but in
a smaller, more controlled situation like this, displaying herself was a
real turn-on.  She hoped to someday feel the same way about displaying
herself to larger groups of strangers, in case that's what her man wanted
her to do.

   She served the coffee to everyone, then got her own cup and joined them
at the conference table.  The men engaged in a bit of small talk, then dove
into the ongoing negotiations.  It was cordial, but serious talk.  Megan
found it very interesting, even though she didn't understand everything
they were talking about.  Mao did a very good job of communicating back and
forth.  As she would relay Rothman's messages to Tanaka, Rothman would jot
notes on a notepad between he and Megan.  Most of them were talking points
pertinent to the discussion.  But some of them were directed at Megan, who
was reading whatever he wrote.

   "I'm going to fuck you right here on this table," he wrote.  She drew a
heart sign and smiley face next to his comment.

   "Gag you to keep you quiet," he wrote again a few minutes later.

   "Yes, please!" she wrote, then added, "am I allowed to cum, sir?"

   "Maybe," he wrote back.  He put his hand on her thigh and squeezed.  She
struggled to maintain a straight face as his fingers tickled her inner
thigh and then brushed across her pussy mound.  She bit her lip and Tanaka
smiled at her as if he knew what she was responding to.

   As the meeting proceeded, Tanaka and Rothman seemed to be nearing an
agreement.  They took a break and Tanaka and Mao excused themselves into
the hallway.

   "It's going well," Rothman said.  "Let's keep him in a good mood.  Take
off your g-string right now."

   "Yes, sir," Megan said, hurriedly reaching under her dress and pulling
her g-string off.  She handed it to him and he stuffed it in his pocket.

   "When they come back in, refill all of our coffee cups," Rothman said.
"He's been watching you.  He will notice.  He respects fellow men of
authority and men with good judgement.  Seeing how you submit to me
instills his confidence in me and our company.  That confidence will
eventually make him sign the contract.  If he signs it, I'll let you cum
when I fuck you."

   "I'll make sure he understands that you are completely in control of me
and everything I do here," Megan said, eager to earn permission to cum. 
"I'll make sure he knows how devoted I am to you."

   Rothman noted that she said "to you" -- not to the company or her job.
He liked that.  She understood her loyalties and responsibilities to him
were not dictated by her employment, but simply by her existence, her
participation in the training, and her dedication to becoming what she was
born to be.  She had learned a lot -- or maybe just come to acknowledge
what she secretly already knew -- in the past week.

   "Ice your nipples," Rothman said.  "Let's make them nice and hard
again." As Megan went to the ice bucket and picked out two ice cubes,
Rothman came up behind her and put his hand under her dress.  He made her
spread her legs and he rubbed her bare pussy.  "Gonna make you wet.  You
will look so slutty with your pussy lips are wet and shiny and your nipples
sticking straight out."

   "Oooh, yes sir," Megan moaned, loving his words almost as much as his
touch.  "I should look slutty since that's what I am."

   Damn, this girl was on fire today, Rothman thought, barely able to
resist taking her right then and there.  She was saying and doing all the
right things, looked incredible, and the way her body was responding was
clear evidence that none of it was an act.  She was wet and he used his
fingers to spread her juices all over her pussy lips and inner thighs,
making them glisten in a way that would make them even more noticeable to
Tanaka.

   Tanaka and Mao returned and took their seats.  Normally Megan would have
been nervous about showing her pussy to them.  But she was so horny right
now, she was unable to focus on anything other than the task at hand, the
task, which if performed successfully, would get her fucked and allow her
to come.  She smiled at them and took their coffee cups over to the drink
station, bending over slightly to refill the first cup.  She wasn't sure
that she was bending far enough, so she dropped a napkin on the floor and
bent over at the waist.  Her dress rode up on her waist.  Her legs were
slightly spread, leaving her pussy mound exposed.  She was so wet she
wondered if she might have some juice drip off her pussy lips onto the
floor.  That would be so slutty, she thought.  She would bend down and lick
it off the floor if they wanted her to.  Oh, the images that were spinning
in her head.

   She straightened up and returned to the table, handing them their
coffee. She looked them both in the eye, judging their expression.  Mao was
poker faced and revealed nothing but a professional smile.  Tanaka smiled,
openly looking her up and down, gazing at the top of her thighs.

   "Sugar?" Megan asked.  "Or cream?"

   Mao translated and Tanaka laughed heartily before responding.  Mao
translated professionally, her tone not consistent with the message she was
sharing.  "Mr.  Tanaka says he would like some of the cream from between
your legs, since it seems to be in ample supply right now."

   Megan blushed, not sure how to respond.  She looked at Rothman, who
nodded and tilted his head to Tanaka.  "Give him a taste," Rothman said.

   "Yes, sir," Megan said.  She walked around to Tanaka's side and raised
her dress.  Tanaka reached between her legs and stroked her pussy.  She was
trembling, unable to believe she was doing this.  This was so humiliating,
but she loved it.  She bit her lip and closed her eyes, enjoying his touch.
He rubbed her clit, then inserted his finger to the first knuckle.  She
opened her eyes as he pulled his finger out.  His eyes were locked on hers
as he put his finger to his mouth and tasted her.  He said something that
Mao didn't translate, but then he put his finger inside her again, turned,
and put his finger in Mao's mouth.  She sucked it like it was a cock,
confirming what Megan assumed -- that Mao was more than just a translator.
She wasn't as overt as Megan, but her role was obviously similar to some
degree.

   Mao spoke back to Tanaka, nodding.  Then she turned to Rothman.  It was
like Megan was just an object at this point that the other three people in
the room were free to touch and talk about.

   "Mr.  Tanaka says your assistant has a very tasty pussy," Mao says.  "I
agree.  She is quite sweet.  Mr.  Tanaka congratulates you on your choice
in choosing such a committed and talented assistant."

   "Thank you," Rothman nodded.  "I am proud of her and am glad she pleases
you."

   Tanaka spoke again, looking at Rothman as he did so.  Megan returned to
her seat next to Rothman, who made no effort to hide his hand snaking under
her dress to grope her pussy.

   "Mr.  Tanaka is impressed by your leadership and the loyalty of your
staff," Mao said.

   "Thank you," Rothman said, smelling victory.  "Does that mean we have a
deal?"

   "Not yet," Mao said.  "Mr.  Tanaka is now aroused and will need to clear
his head to ensure he is thinking clearly before he signs anything."

   "Of course," Rothman said.  "How long do you need?"

   "Mr.  Tanaka and I will leave now," Mao said.  "His needs will be
addressed and we will be in touch in 48 hours."

   "He needs 48 hours to clear his head?" Rothman asked, more than a little
perturbed.

   Tanaka spoke and Mao translated, "He says patience is a virtue, Mr. 
Rothman.  We will be in touch."

   They excused themselves politely.  Just as they reached the door,
Rothman called out to Mao.  He held out Megan's g-string.  "Please, tell
him to take this to help him think and to remember this meeting."

   Tanaka accepted the g-string, smelling it, then placing it in his pocket
as they left.  Rothman and Megan sat in the office, staring at each other
in shocked expressions.

   "I didn't see that coming," Rothman admitted.

   "Me either, sir," Megan said.  "I was sure they were going to sign the
contract.  I'm so sorry that it didn't happen yet."

   "It's not your fault," Rothman said.  "Tanaka is just a wise, tough man.
He will break though.  We just have to wait.  Unfortunately, so do you."

   "I understand, sir," Megan said, heartbroken.  "May I still suck your
cock for you?"

   "No, I'm still going to fuck your cunt," Rothman said.  "Just like I
said I would."

   "But, I'm not allowed to cum, correct sir?"

   "That's right," he grinned.  "You need to learn control.  You cum with
permission only, no matter how much you want to and how good it feels. 
Obviously, if you fail to control yourself, you will be punished to help
you learn your lesson."

   "Yes, sir," Megan said, both excited and terrified that he was going to
fuck her pussy.  It was going to feel so good.  Too good.  She didn't see
how she could stop herself form cumming.  But he had given her an order, a
challenge.  And, regardless of all that, he deserved to have her pussy if
he wanted it.  She knew that.  She just had to try to make him feel good
without feeling too good herself.  It felt like an impossible task, but it
was her assignment and she had no choice but to accept it and any resulting
consequences.

   Less than a minute later, the door was locked and Megan was on her back
on the table, her dressed pulled up around her waist.  Rothman was on top
of her, pants on the floor, cock hard and teasing her pussy, his soft head
lightly touching those wet lips that ached to be split open, that longed to
hug a thick, fat cock.

   He kept teasing her, though, kissing her on the mouth and neck while he
groped her tits.  Her legs were over his shoulders and his weight pushed
down on her as he kissed and touched her.  Finally, just the head of his
cock separated her pussy lips, which kissed that cock lovingly.

   Rothman wanted to just bang the little bitch good and hard, knock that
first orgasm out with a quickie, knowing that he would have more throughout
the day.  But he also wanted to make her cum.  He wanted her to lose
control, to feel the frustration of being unable to control herself.  She
was such a calculated, cerebral little slut, he wanted to make sure she
understood that her pussy had a mind of its own.  Plus, it would be fun to
torment her under the guise of punishment the rest of the day.  So, he took
it slow and steady, stoking her fire with short strokes while continuing to
work her nipples, kiss her and taunt her with dirty words.

   "Is this the kind of job you want to come to every day?" Rothman
whispered.  "You want to show off your body, tease cocks and get fucked all
day?  Sounds like a good career, doesn't it?  How does 'Executive Fuck Toy'
sound for a title?"

   "I love it, daddy," she whimpered, trying to block out his words and
think about anything other than what was happening to her.  She tried not
to think how good it felt, how much she wanted and needed release.  She
tried not to arch her back and give herself to him, but it didn't work. 
She couldn't think about anything else.  "It feels so good, daddy." She
said, her own words reminding her of how close her father was right now,
somewhere in the same building she was being fucked to forbidden orgasm by
his boss.  Rothman seemed to sense that he had won the battle.  He drove
into harder and harder.  Her mind submitted to her body and to his.  Her
self-control was gone.  All that was left was his cock, his hands, his
kisses and his words.  They consumed her and she didn't even put up a
fight.

   "Cum, you little whore," he grunted.  And she did.  Just like that,
simple as switching on a light.  She exploded with pleasure, shamed and
thrilled by his laughter, his taunting, as her juices flooded over his
cock. "Yeah, bitch, cum on.  Keep cumming.  Too late to stop now.  Get your
money's worth, slut."

   Megan did get her money's worth.  She humped against him and wrapped her
arms around his neck.  She pulled him into her deep and fast as her pussy
creamed all over him for what seemed like an eternity.  She was
lightheaded, weak, and oh-so-happy.

   His mission accomplished and completely turned on by this gorgeous teen
writhing on his cock, Rothman drilled his cock into her, harder, deeper,
faster with each thrust.  She was so tight, so hot, so fucking perfect,
better than his bitch wife was in literally every way.  As his orgasm
neared, he pulled her off the table onto her knees and pushed his cock in
her mouth.  He came in a wave of gushing cum that she eagerly slurped and
swallowed, looking up at him, watching his face as he enjoyed his orgasm.

   She really did enjoy making him cum.  She just had to figure out how to
control herself until she earned the right to cum.  She didn't regret her
orgasm.  It was too good to regret.  But she did fear the training and felt
bad about letting him down.  He didn't deserve that.  He deserved a good
little fuck toy.  He said that's what she was meant to be, but she had
doubts.  A good little fuck toy would better control herself, right?  She
was too damn horny all the time.  She had to learn.  She would learn.  She
dreaded but also welcomed his punishment, accepting it because she trusted
it would make her better.

   "You're very good, little bitch," he smiled down at her as he pulled up
his pants.  "But you have a lot to learn.  You know that don't you?"

   "Yes, sir," she said, looking up at him with her big eyes and pouty
lips. "I'm sorry I disappointed you.  Thank you for teaching me how to get
better.  I don't want to be a good little fuck toy.  I want to be the best
little fuck toy."

   "You have the body and the attitude," he smiled.  "We'll get there. 
Just remember, everything that happens to you is an opportunity to learn
and get better.  You might not like all of it, but I will."

   "That's what matters, sir," Megan nodded.  "My pleasure is of no
consequence compared to yours."

   "Mick and Harry taught you the right things to say," Rothman nodded. 
"I'll teach you the right things to do." The way he said it made Megan
shiver.  She wasn't sure if it was fear or excitement.  Maybe there wasn't
that much difference.

   ***

   While Megan hit the ground running, Kasey was off to a slow start with
Megan's dad.  Despite Rothman's admonition that he didn't want the girls to
go through a normal boring orientation, that's essentially what Michael was
doing.  He didn't introduce Kasey to everyone, but they sat in his office
and he talked to her about the company, how they were structured, what
their clients were like, and how she would be able to learn a lot about
negotiations, corporate structure, planning, and the like.  It was pretty
boring stuff, really.

   Kasey sat there, trying to focus on what he was saying, but she couldn't
help think about what Megan was almost assuredly doing with Mr.  Rothman.
She was jealous.  She loved Mr.  Brandt, but he was always quiet, reserved
and respectful.  He was not the dominant sort.  Plus, he was happily
married.  There was no way he was going to make a move on her or even look
at her the wrong way.  She wasn't sure she had even ever heard him cuss.

   Still, Kasey told herself she needed to practice her teasing and
seduction skills.  It was a safe way to do it -- he wouldn't bite no matter
what, but if she got a hint of reaction, she would know what worked.  She
decided to see him as a challenge, not really trying to seduce him, just
role playing it as if he was a boss or client.  Someday, she would need to
be able to do it, so she would practice today.

   She started by trying to sit in a way that showed off her breasts and
legs.  She caught him glancing at her a couple of times -- he seemed to
like her legs -- but there was nothing lingering or suggestive in his gaze.
She sucked on the tip of her pen, pursing her lips around it.  He smiled at
her, but not in any way different from what he always had.  If he was
thinking naughty thoughts about her, he wasn't letting it show.  She was
frustrated.  She felt like she wasn't doing her job.  Kasey didn't fail
often, but she felt like she was failing today.

   She was relieved when Mr.  Rothman called down and told Michael that he
was sending Megan down to see them.  Maybe Megan could tell her more about
what was going on.

   Megan came in looking very nervous.

   "How's the first day going, pumpkin?" Michael asked his daughter.

   "Good, Daddy," Megan said, sitting at the table in the chair next to
Kasey.  Michael's office was smaller than Rothman's, of course, but still
had a small table for meetings and was equipped with a mini fridge and
drink station.  Despite his mild manner, Michael was very successful and
held a high position at the company.  "I got to meet with Mr.  Tanaka and
his assistant.  That was really interesting."

   "Did we get the contract?" Michael asked.

   "No, sir," Megan frowned.  "I thought we were going to but Mr.  Tanaka
decided he wanted to think about it a little longer."

   "Tanaka is very deliberate," Michael nodded.  "He'll sign eventually. 
We just have to figure out what will seal the deal."

   Oh Daddy, if you only knew, Megan thought to herself.

   "I'm afraid I've bored poor Kasey so far," Michael smiled, noting that
she would get to sit in on a meeting after lunch.

   "We are meeting a friend of Mr.  Rothman's for lunch," Megan said.  "Um,
that's why I'm here, actually.  I need some help."

   "What do you need?" Michael asked.

   "Um, well, this is so embarrassing, but I need some panties," Megan
said, hanging her head and biting her lip as she raised her eyes to her
dad, unsure how he would respond.

   "You need panties?" Michael asked.

   "Yes, there was, well, mine tore," Megan lied.  "I was using the
bathroom and caught them on my heels and they ripped."

   "I see," Michael chuckled.  "Well, I don't have any, of course.  You
need the keys to go home and get some?"

   "I don't have time," Megan frowned.  "I need them before that lunch. 
Mr. Rothman suggested I see if maybe I could borrow Kasey's."

   Kasey tried to hide her smile.  She could tell Megan was making up a
story.  She suspected this was all a scheme to have Kasey be without
panties the rest of the day.

   "Of course you can," Kasey said.  "It's OK."

   "Wait, what about our meeting," Michael said.  "I don't want you to
accidently get exposed, Kasey."

   "Do we have lunch plans?" Kasey asked.

   "No, I just thought I would take you to the diner down the block,"
Michael said.

   "Do you think we would have time for me to go to the store and buy some
more?" Kasey asked.

   "Sure, I think we can do that."

   "Great!  Thank you, sir," Kasey said.  Then, without hesitating, she
lifted her hips, reached under her dress and pulled her g-string down her
legs.  The table blocked any view Michael might have had, but it was the
boldness of the act, not the view, that was meant to tease him.  She looked
at him as she bent over to pull her g-string free of her heels.  "Sorry,
Mr. Brandt, should I not have done that in here?  That was kind of
unprofessional, wasn't it?"





   "It's OK, Kasey," Michael assured her, forcing himself not to think
about what her bare pussy might look like.  "It's very nice of you to help
Megan.  You're a team player.  That's important."

   Kasey held up her g-string and Megan, understanding the moment,
hesitated before reaching out to take it.  This gave her dad plenty of time
to see the little g-string and to realize that both girls were sitting feet
away, naked beneath their tiny dresses.

   Megan bent over to put it on, again, right there in front of him.  She
wasn't trying to seduce her dad, but two girls peeling off their panties
and sharing them with each other right in front of him had to have some
cumulative effect.  If he wasn't thinking naughty thoughts before, surely
he was by now.

   Megan hugged her dad and hurried back upstairs.  She had lied to them
about the lunch meeting.  Mr.  Rothman had already told her that her lunch
would be spent being receiving punishment.  He had said it with a smile.

   Ten minutes later, the office door was locked and Megan was naked except
for her heels.  Her dress and Kasey's thong lay on the table.  Megan was
laying on Rothman's desk.  She was on her side, facing him, her hands
behind her back, tied to her ankles with one of Rothman's neckties. 
Another necktie was tied tightly around her neck, the same way a man would
wear it.  He could tighten or loosen it just by sliding the knot up or
down. He yanked on it, pulling her face closer to his.

   "You know why you are being punished," he said.

   "Yes, sir."

   "But you don't really understand why it's wrong for you to cum without
permission, do you?"

   "No, not really, sir," Megan admitted.  "I'm sorry."

   "Don't be sorry," he smiled.  "Just listen and learn.  You're a good
girl.  I'm not angry.  I'm a little disappointed is all."

   Those words crushed Megan.  She hated to disappoint anyone -- her
parents, her teachers, her friends, her coaches.  She never, ever wanted to
let anyone down.  To know she had let Mr.  Rothman down was like a punch to
the gut.  How could she have been so selfish?  True, she still didn't
understand why she wasn't allowed to cum.  But she realized, that didn't
matter.  Her coaches used to have her do drills that she didn't understand,
but she did them anyway because she knew it would help her get better.  She
needed to trust Rothman the same way.  She did, really, but her damn pussy
just got too excited and she couldn't control herself.

   "I'm very sorry to disappoint you, sir," Megan said sincerely.  "I want
to learn so I won't ever disappoint you again."

   "I know you do," Rothman said, putting his fingers on her lips.  He
pushed his middle finger between her lips and she sucked on it like it was
a cock.  "I understand why you think it should be OK for you to cum
whenever it hits.  It makes sense, doesn't it?" He plugged her nose with
his left hand and pushed three fingers from his right hand all the way into
her mouth.  He watched her eyes as they began to water.  But she didn't
struggle, she didn't resist.  She showed no fear, only acceptance.

   "It's not because I don't want you to have pleasure," Rothman said,
finally unplugging her nose and pulling his fingers out of her mouth.  He
grabbed a nipple in each hand and began pulling and rubbing them and gently
slapping her breasts, not hurting them, just playing with them like they
were one of those fidget toys.  "I want you to look forward to being
fucked. But I like fucking more than just your pussy.  Your mouth, your
tits, your ass -- all of you is a source of pleasure for me for various
reasons in various ways.  What they have in common is that, while you're
with me, each of those things belongs to me.  Do you understand?"

   "Yes, sir," Megan said, holding still as he continued to tease and
torment her breasts and nipples.

   "So, if I own your mouth, I get to decide how far down your throat I put
my cock, don't I?"

   "Of course, sir."

   "And if I own your tits, I get to decide how I want to play with them,
don't I?"

   "Yes, sir."

   "I own your ass.  It's mine to fuck any time I want, correct?"

   "Yes, sir."

   "And that pussy, it's lovely, tight, juicy.  It's a beautiful little
cunt.  I love fucking it too.  But I fuck it when I want, how I want. 
Understand?"

   "Yes, sir."

   "So, if you spit when I tell you to swallow, is that acceptable?"

   "Of course not, sir," Megan said.  "I would never do that."

   "Because I own your mouth and use it how I want to.  Same with your
cunt. If you cum when I tell you not to, you are not truly admitting that I
own it, are you?"

   "No, sir," Megan said, beginning to understand.

   "It's about control, power, and understanding your place and purpose,"
Rothman said.  "Trust me, when you learn that, I will let you cum a lot. 
You will have earned it.  And you will enjoy it so much more.  It's like
Christmas morning.  You wanted to open your presents at 6 a.m.  Your
parents said you had to wait until 8.  Something like that, right?"

   "Yes, sir."

   "They're your presents.  You should be able to open them whenever you
want, right?"

   "No, sir."

   "Why not?"

   "Because I didn't have permission.  They weren't mine yet.  Not until
they were given to me."

   "Exactly.  My cock in your pussy is a gift to you.  Me fucking you until
you cum is my gift to you.  If you cum before I am ready for you to receive
that gift, it's greedy and disrespectful.  And I know you well enough that
you are not that kind of girl.  You're sweet, kind, giving and caring."

   "Thank you, sir."

   "So, I know you want to learn.  I know you feel bad about disrespecting
me.  And, for that reason, I know you understand why I have to punish you.
It's for your own good.  And the next time I give you permission to cum,
you will appreciate it so much more, you will thank me for this."

   "I believe that, sir," Megan said, wincing as he pinched her nipples. 
Then he rolled her onto her stomach and slapped her ass a couple of times
on each cheek, then he squeezed her ass cheeks and ran his hands along the
insides of her thighs.

   "This body of yours, Megan, is magnificent," he said.  "As powerless as
you feel right now, it holds a lot of power.  You have to understand that,
how to use it.  This body has the power to make me very happy.  It has the
power to make this company a lot of money, as you saw today with Mr. 
Tanaka."

   "But I failed, sir," Megan said.

   "But you saw the potential," Rothman said.  "Look at this way.  You
played tennis, right?  Well, you lost the first set, not the match.  You
saw his temptation.  We set him up.  We will win the match.  Because of all
this." He cupped her pussy and then slapped her ass.

   "I hope so, sir," Megan said.

   "Ready for lunch?"

   "Yes, sir," Megan said.

   "You might not like this one so much," Rothman said.  "But remember,
this is part of your punishment.  I would say this is going to hurt me more
than it hurts you, but that's not even remotely true.  I will definitely
enjoy this much more than you will."

   "I understand, sir."

   Rothman untied her wrists and ankles.  He stood at the end of the desk,
between her legs.  She was still on her belly.  He grabbed her legs and
pulled her toward him, dragging her breasts across the big wooden desk.  He
pulled her ass to him and spread her ass cheeks.  He squirted a some lube
directly on the puckered little hole, then rubbed his fingers across it,
covering them in lube.  He pushed his fingers against her asshole, then
inside it, lubing the little opening.  He finger fucked her ass, adding
lube as needed.  He used both hands to pull her asshole open wider,
gradually loosening and stretching it.  He wasn't gentle.  She moaned and
groaned but didn't squirm or roll away.  He put the head of his cock
against the opening.  "Not big enough yet," he grunted before pulling at
her asshole again.

   "Tight little ass," he muttered.  "This workout is better than
resistance bands."

   He wedged his fingers inside her, holding her hole open as he pushed his
cock against it one more time.  This time, he pushed his head past the ring
and a couple of inches inside her.  He spun the tie on her neck around so
the long part was hanging behind her.  He pulled on it, tightening it
around her neck and forcing her to arch her back and lift her tits off the
desk.  She pushed her ass against him and he drove in deeper, forcefully,
the lube providing just enough assistance to make it bearable for her.

   "See, I enjoy fucking this hole as much as I do your pussy," Rothman
said, leaning over so his lips were next to her ear.  "So, when I choose
your pussy, it's a gift.  Learn to appreciate that."

   "Yes, sir," Megan groaned.

   He fucked her hard, slapping her ass and yanking on the tie and her hair
both.  He put his fingers in her mouth, fish-hooking her as he pounded into
her.  She thought he was about to cum when he pulled out, but instead he
rolled her onto her back.  Then he went to the other end of the table and
dragged her by the hair and the tie across the desk again.  Now her head
hung off the end of the desk and put his cock, which had been in her ass
only seconds ago, into her mouth.

   "Time to eat your ass, bitch," he snarled.  "I bet it doesn't taste as
good as it looks." He laughed and pushed his cock into the back of her
throat.  All Megan could see was his shaft and balls.  She tried not think
about the taste or where his cock had been, but it was awful.  She almost
gagged.  She wasn't sure if it was knowing where his cock had been, the
taste or the combination, but she was about to be sick.  She refocused. 
She couldn't mess up again.  He might fire her.  Then where would she be?
She focused on sucking, not choking, keeping her teeth out of the way,
doing a good job.  He pulled his cock out and slapped her face with it.

   "Never." Slap.  "Cum." Slap.  "Without." Slap.  "Permission." Slap. 
"Slut." Slap.  Slap.  Slap.

   She winced, yet loved the feel of his hard shaft slapping against her
face.  It was so strong.  So manly.  "Yes, sir," she said.

   "Eat this, bitch," he grunted.  He turned around, still straddling her
face.  He rubbed his balls over her face and dropped them onto her lips. 
She licked and sucked on them.  He held her head up, his shaft, resting on
her forehead now.  Then he moved a little further forward until she was
licking the area between his balls and asshole.  She knew where this was
going.  Sure enough, he spread his cheeks and pushed her face into his ass.
"See if my ass tastes any better than yours, whore."

   She licked his asshole.  This was even more disgusting than eating her
own ass off his dick had been -- at least that disgusting flavor had the
benefit of being accompanied by a big, juicy cock.  This was just pure
nasty.  It was degrading, and she knew it was meant to be.  She had to
learn her place, and he was teaching her by going to extremes.

   "Just lick," she told herself.  She licked and he groaned and laughed
and taunted her.  She was so turned on, so humiliated.  What a crazy
combination.  She lost track of time, but she knew she licked his ass for a
long time.  Then he turned back around, supported her head with one hand,
stroked his cock with the other.  His balls were touching her hair.  His
shaft was on her forehead.  His head was bumping into her nose and lips. 
He kept stroking, rubbing his balls in her hair.  When he came, his cum
spurted out in an arc, landing between her tits.  He kept cumming, leaving
trails of cum across her chest, neck and chin.  He stuffed his cock in her
mouth and throat fucked her until he finally softened.

   "See," he said.  "That felt great to me.  Probably not as great to you.
Not as great as it could.  My pleasure will never be minimized.  How much I
allow you to have is up to you.  Understand?"

   "Yes, sir," she said.  He untied her neck and slapped her ass, sending
her off to the bathroom.

   "Clean up and get dressed."

   "Yes, sir," she said.  Then, just before she got to the bathroom, she
turned around and said.  "Thank you, sir, for teaching me.  I learned a
lot."

   "You're welcome, little slut," Rothman grinned.

   ***

   Kasey and Michael were sitting at the diner.  Michael had offered to go
get her panties first, but Kasey had insisted they eat first.  "You
shouldn't have to delay your meal because of me, Mr.  Brandt," she had
said.

   "OK," he had responded.  "Just be careful.  Keep that dress pulled down.
Don't want to let the cat out of the bag, so to speak."

   "Yes, sir," she giggled.  "You're so funny, Mr.  Brandt.  I'm lucky to
be working for you."

   She ordered a salad with ranch dressing.  When they brought it out, she
couldn't but think of her salad at the school the other day, covered in
cum. What a great lunch that was.  She wished she could get Mr.  Brandt to
give her some of his own special dressing.  She could use some protein with
her salad.

   Kasey reminded herself she had to start pushing the conversation
forward, cultivating things.  "I hope it's not awkward for you to be
sitting here with me," she said.

   "What do you mean?"

   "Well, I mean, I hope no one sees us together and thinks the wrong
thing," she said.  "I wouldn't want to get you in any trouble with your
wife."

   "Oh," he chuckled and nodded.  "I see.  Well, don't worry about that. 
My wife wouldn't be upset at all.  Besides, I'm old enough to be your
father, obviously, so I doubt anyone would have the wrong idea."

   "Lots of girls like older men," Kasey said.  She just let the words
linger.  She didn't admit that she did.  She didn't say she didn't.  She
just left it there for him to wonder.  He was silent for a moment and she
could tell she had him thinking.  Maybe warning bells going off in his
head, she thought.

   "That's true," he said finally.  "Though I'm not exactly the charming
older man young woman fawn over."

   "You're too humble," Kasey said.  "Any girl -- I mean one who was into
older men -- would be happy to have you.  You're perfect." She put her
hands on her mouth as if she realized what she had said too late and wished
she hadn't said it.  Of course, she had said it on purpose.

   "Perfect?" he chuckled.  "Far from it.  But thank you.  You're very
sweet to say that."

   "I'm sorry," she tried to backtrack.  "I shouldn't have said that.  Oh
my, I'm blushing!" She was putting on her best innocent schoolgirl act,
playing to his paternal nature.

   "It's OK," he assured her gently, playing right into her hands.  "I'm
flattered, Kasey.  Forget about it and enjoy your lunch."

   Kasey read him and backed off for now.  He needed to be comfortable, to
be drawn in.  He was probably only now even entertaining the thought of
being with her in some way.  But she knew he wouldn't cheat on his wife. 
It wasn't her goal to make him cheat.  It was her goal to make him think
about it and fantasize about it.  If she could even tempt a decent man like
Mr.  Brandt, she knew she could seduce most any man.  Despite the lack of
sex and training, she was finding her own self-taught lessons interesting
and exciting.  She could still use some cock, but for now she was finding
purpose in her work.

   They went to a nearby department store after lunch to get her some
panties.  He offered her some money and said he would wait in the car, but
she asked him to please come with her.

   She went straight to the lingerie and underwear, ignoring the panties
she would have worn a week ago, and going straight for the sexy stuff.

   "You can wear regular panties," he offered.

   "I really like the g-strings," Kasey said.  "They're really comfortable.
You don't mind, do you?"

   "No, you can wear whatever you want.  I'm not your dad," he smiled,
looking around, well aware that an older man standing in the lingerie
section with a much younger woman looked a little suspect.  "Look, I'm
going to go look at the ties.  Take your time."

   "Oh no, please stay," she said.  "I need you to help me pick something
out.  I'm terrible at making up my mind.  They all look so cute.  Please
stay."

   "Of course I'll stay," he nodded, surprised that he was so happy that
she had asked him to stay.  Why did he like that?

   "Do you like this?" she asked, holding up a hot pink g-string that
looked like it could have been made out of shoe laces and a post-it note.
What could it possibly cover?  Then he thought about Megan wearing
something this size right now.  He had to face reality.  His little girl --
and her best friend -- were all grown up.

   "Um, yes, that looks very nice," he said.

   "Oooh, I like this too," she held up a shiny silver one.

   "Me too," he nodded.

   "Does your wife wear things like this for you?" she asked.

   "Um, well, she used to," Michael said.  He regretted saying it.  She
didn't need to know about that.  This was all making him very nervous.  He
believed Kasey didn't know how sexual and suggestive she was being.  He
didn't know what to say or do.  As luck would have it, his phone rang.

   "Oh, I have to take this," he said.  "Here, buy whatever you want.  I'll
be waiting up front." He handed her some cash -- enough to buy several
g-strings if she wanted -- and walked away as he answered the phone.

   Kasey was frustrated.  She had hoped to lure him into the dressing room
so he could tell her which ones looked best on her.  Then she had an idea.
She bought both the hot pink one and the silver one and met him outside. 
He was still on the phone as they walked to the car.  Both g-strings were
in a bag.  She was still nude underneath her dress.

   Once they got in the car, he was still talking on the phone as she
pulled the hot pink g-string out the bag.  Looking over at him, she pulled
it up her legs, lifting her hips off the seat and pulling it in place.  He
looked over at her, unable to avoid glancing at her bare thighs.  He hung
up the phone and said, "Kasey, what are you doing?"

   "Putting on my new g-string," she smiled.  "Do you like it?"

   "Yes, but..."

   "Wait." she said, pulling the g-string back off and putting the silver
one on.  She pulled it slowly up her legs and took her time positioning it
over her pussy.  He had to see her bald mound this time.  "Do you like this
one more or less than the pink one?"

   She looked at him, smiling.  He was speechless, mouth slightly open.  He
was sweating.  Finally, she had gotten to him.

   "Um, I actually like the pink one," he said.  "But you can change in the
bathroom at the office."

   "Don't be silly," Kasey smiled innocently.  She hiked her dress way up
on her hips this time, pulled the silver g-string off and sat there, dress
up and pussy exposed as she put one g-string in the bag and took the other
one out.  Again, she pulled it up her long legs slowly and looked down at
her pussy as she carefully positioned the g-string.  "Better, sir?"

   "Absolutely perfect," Michael said, not even trying to look away now.

   "Thank you, sir," Kasey said.  "I want to look good and professional for
our meeting."

   "They will love you, I'm sure," Michael assured her.

   "No one has loved me for a long time," Kasey joked.

   "What do you mean?"

   "I broke up with my last boyfriend months ago," she sighed.  "I'm sorry,
I shouldn't be talking about my love life.  I can't believe I did that. 
That's unprofessional."

   "It's OK," Michael assured her.  "You and I aren't typical co-workers. I
mean, I've know you for years.  You can be yourself around me.  No
judgement."

   "Thank you, sir," Kasey said, touching his thigh for just a second.  "I
really appreciate it.  I would be so nervous if I was working for anyone
but you."

   Michael noticed the leg touch, but tried not to think about it.  She was
too young.  She was his daughter's best friend.  She was an employee.  Her
dad was his friend.  And, he was still a married man, at least for now. 
Nothing about sex with Kasey would be appropriate.  He shoved the idea out
of his mind.

   They got back to work and had their meeting with little additional
incident.  Kasey tried her best to flash her thighs and show off her
curves, but the opportunities were limited and she felt like she needed to
pull back a little bit.  She truly respected and admired Mr.  Brandt.  She
didn't want to make him too uncomfortable or get him in any trouble.  He
was just an ideal test subject otherwise.  She felt like she was making
pretty good progress.  She had gotten him a little flustered.  Herself, she
was more than flustered.  She was downright horny.  She was jealous of
Megan, knowing that her friend was probably getting plenty of dick from Mr.
Rothman.

   ***

   Megan was under the desk, her mouth once again on Rothman's cock, giving
him an "end of the day blowjob".  Her hands were tied behind her back by
one of his ties and she could hear the keys on his keyboard as he typed. 
The man was working, doing his job, just like she was doing hers.  Clearly
he was in no rush.  She had drained him twice, so his urgency was gone.  He
was enjoying making her work for one last snack before quitting time.

   Then she heard him heat the speaker button on his phone and call Bonnie.

   "Yes, Mr.  Rothman," Bonnie's voice came through the speaker.  Rothman
had his hands on Megan's head and started fucking her face harder, making
her slobber and sputter.  It was a noisy and Megan wondered if Bonnie could
hear it through the speaker.  And if she could hear it, so could anyone
else walking by Bonnie's desk.  Megan shuddered at the thought of her dad
walking by and hearing that.  To her it sounded exactly like the sloppy,
nasty face-fucking it was.  She couldn't imagine anyone confusing these
sounds for anything else.  And they would know it was her.

   Up until now, it had been a slow, quite blowjob.  She had controlled it.
But this was all Rothman.  All his fucking and thrusting.  She knew it was
on purpose.  His power, her humiliation and degradation.  They went hand in
hand.

   "I need you to book a flight for me and Megan to Dallas," Rothman said.
"We will leave Wednesday and come back Friday."

   "Of course, sir," Bonnie said.  "First class, sir?"

   "No, coach is fine," he said.

   "Two rooms for two nights, sir?" Bonnie asked.

   "No, just one will be fine," he said, pinching Megan's nose until she
coughed and sputtered loudly.  "Maybe get a suite with a king bed."

   "Of course, sir," Bonnie said.  "Very nice of you to take her, sir.  I'm
sure she will find it very educational."

   "I hope so," he said.  "Thank you, Bonnie.  You're the best."

   He hung up, looked down at Megan, pulled his cock out until the head
rested on her tongue.  He smiled and came on her tongue, watching it pool
on her tongue and slide down her throat.  "Good girl," he said.  "Time to
go home."

   "Yes, sir," Megan said.  "Thank you for taking me on the trip, sir."

   By the time she went to her dad's office, Megan had been fucked in every
hole, exposed to a client, tied up and groped throughout the day.  It had
been a long first day.  Despite disappointing Rothman by cumming without
permission, she felt like she had managed to please him.  She hoped so. 
She was getting paid to do so now.  She supposed that carried greater
responsibility, but in her heart she knew she would put forth the same
effort to please him with or without a paycheck.  Sluts didn't worry about
the money.  They did their job because they were born to do it.

   On the way home, she told her dad and Kasey about the trip to meet with
Mr.  Tanaka.  She didn't tell them about only being one room and one bed.
She knew her dad would assume that Rothman would get two rooms.

   "Wow, you must have really impressed him today," Kasey said.

   "He said thought it would be good experience for me," Megan said.  "He
said that Mr.  Tanaka is tough but nice and that negotiating with him was a
really good opportunity to learn how to handle tough negotiations in a
respectful way."

   "That will be so cool!" Kasey said.

   "I have to admit, this is great experience for you," Michael said.  "I'm
sure you will get to be in some of these meetings, too, Kasey."

   They dropped Kasey off at Mick and Harry's -- she had promised to make
dinner for them.  Megan went home to have dinner with her parents, eager to
see how they interacted.

   Kasey's cooking consisted of heating up a frozen pizza wearing only her
heels while she told the guys about her day and the trip to Dallas.  Then
her dinner consisted of two fat cocks and a belly full of cum.  Neither of
them fucked her pussy, so she left, happy to have done her job but
frustrated that no one had gotten her off nor given her permission to get
herself off.

   She put her clothes back on and walked to Megan's house.  Megan drove
her home and told her about her day with Rothman.  Then she told her about
dinner with her parents.

   "So, I think my mom and dad are having some problems," Megan said.  She
told Kasey about her dad sleeping on the couch and even about him jerking
off.

   "Poor man!" Kasey sighed.  "I can't believe.  They are such a great
couple."

   "I know," Megan said.  "He says they aren't communicating well and it's
no big deal.  So I asked them outright at dinner if they were getting a
divorce.  Mom acted surprised and Dad played it off.  She said they would
work things out and not to worry about it.  But I don't feel good about it.
I'm kinda worried to leave them for two days."

   "Well, whatever is going on, I don't think those two days will change
things one way or the other," Kasey said.  "I hope it all works out.  They
are great parents.  I know you want them to be happy, no matter what that
looks like."

   Their conversation came to a halt when Rothman texted them both with
instructions on the next day's attire.  It ended with, "Kasey, you will be
working with me.  Get plenty of rest."
   Kasey looked at Megan and grinned.