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 ï>¿Megan & Kasey - Job Training by dlsloan

   CHAPTER 4: KNOW YOUR ROLE, GIRLS

   Even though she hadn't been able to move for over an hour, Megan was
exhausted.  Her position was far from restful.  She lay in the luxurious
hotel suite she was sharing with Mr.  Rothman.  She was on the bed, hogtied
and nude except for her heels.  A ball gag was in her mouth.  A butt plug
was in her ass, and a vibrator was in her pussy.  Nipple clamps were
attached to both nipples, with gold chains connecting her nipples to a dog
collar around her neck.  Movement was both difficult and painful.  Her
muscles ached.  Her mouth was sore.  Her ass was sore.  Her nipples burned.
And her pussy, which was initially happy to have the vibrator, was so
overstimulated that it was uncomfortable.  Nonetheless, she had cum three
times since being in this position.  She simply wanted to be untied and put
in a hot bath.  Anything to help her relax and feel clean.

   But relaxation had not been part of this day.  Travel could be tiring
enough, but add to it a dress inspired by a movie hooker and a blowjob in
the back of the car on the way to the hotel and the trip had been
interesting to say the least.

   When they checked into the hotel, they were notified that they had been
upgraded to a suite courtesy of Mr.  Tanaka.  The room included a living
room, small dining area, small kitchen area and a beautiful king size bed,
plus a spacious bathroom.  Sitting on the table was a large box with a note
from Tanaka's assistant Mao.

   "Welcome Mr.  Rothman and Megan," the card read.  "Mr.  Tanaka is well
aware of the limitations that travel presents for the types and amount of
items you can bring with you.  Nonetheless, many of these items are at the
very least desired, if not essential, for an enjoyable trip.  So, please
accept this travel welcome package and enjoy its contents with our
compliments.  Sincerely, Mao."

   "What do you think it could be?" Megan asked.  "Look at this place.  We
already have everything we need."

   "Open it up," Rothman said.  He didn't know what was in the box, but he
had a hunch it wasn't fruit basket or complimentary robes.

   Megan pulled the tape off the box and opened it.  Her eyes grew wide and
Rothman came over, looked inside the box and smiled.  "Mr.  Tanaka knows
how to travel," he said.

   The box was full of sex toys - dildos, vibrators, silk scarves, nipple
clamps, fur-lined cuffs, dog collars, butt plugs, lubricant, ball gags,
cock rings, and more.  Megan knew Rothman was likely to punish her for
cumming without permission in the back of the car.  Now he certainly had
the tools to do so.  Megan was still marveling at the array of items and
wondering which ones Rothman would use on her when his phone buzzed.  He
looked at the text from Mao.  "Tanaka and Mao have invited us to dinner at
the restaurant across the street.  Freshen up but keep that dress on. 
We'll leave in 20 minutes."

   Megan took 10 minutes in the bathroom, fixing her hair and makeup.  She
still tasted Rothman's cum on her tongue.  She brushed her teeth, wondering
if was possible for those little sperm to be stuck between her teeth or in
her gums, even.  It was one of those absurd mental images that made her
giggle.  Most girls she knew would say that was gross or disgusting.  She
found it funny and, quite frankly, a bit of a turn on.  Naughty thoughts,
naughty toys and a very naughty dress.  How could she not be horny right
now?

   As they walked across the street to the restaurant, Rothman told her as
matter-of-factly as if he was reminding her which fork to use, "after we
order and before the food comes, make eye contact with Tanaka.  Put your
foot between his legs, rub his penis through his pants with your foot. 
Then, when you have his attention, reach under your dress and pull off your
panties.  Let them slide down your legs and onto your foot.  Then put the
foot back in his crotch and show him that g-string.  Let him take it if he
wants."

   "Yes, sir," Megan said.  "Will this help with the negotiation, sir?"

   "It won't hurt," Rothman laughed.

   Still wearing that dress inspired by the title character in "Pretty
Woman", Megan stood out in a restaurant filled mostly with professionals
staying at the hotel.  These people dressed in suits or at least business
casual.  Megan's attire could best be described as "slutty natural".  She
wore little makeup or jewelry.  The tiny dress showed off her natural
beauty.  Nothing about her was fake.  As self-conscious as she felt being
so exposed and out of place, she was also proud that both Rothman and
Tanaka - as well as many of the other men in the restaurant - expressed
genuine appreciation for his remarkable appearance.  It was flattering in
that respect, to be the object of desire.

   Ever since their first meeting with Tanaka earlier in the week, she had
been the object of his desire as well.  It had been quite obvious and
Rothman had made sure that Tanaka went home with Megan's panties in his
pocket.  Tanaka was a smart, savvy business man with a beautiful assistant
of his own, so he would not be easily influenced by a pretty woman.  He
wouldn't make a bad deal just for a chance to fuck Megan.  But, he might be
able to be put in more genial mood if Rothman was especially generous in
sharing Megan with him.  That was Rothman's theory, which he shared with
Megan as he instructed her on what to do during the dinner.

   Per Rothman's instructions, she made sure to sit directly across from
Tanaka.  As they talked casually - not talking business at all - Mao
translated for Tanaka.  They talked about the city, politics, and upcoming
vacation plans.  As this was going on, Tanaka was staring at Megan most of
the time.

   She made sure he had his eyes on her when she lifted her foot and slid
it slowly up his leg.  She was worried her heel would poke him or tear his
pants, but his smile told her that he wasn't concerned.  She moved her toe
between his thighs and he looked down, watching as she placed her foot in
his lap.  After a moment, she pulled it back.  Then, holding his eye
contact, she lifted her hips and quietly reached under her dress and pulled
down her g-string.  It was a subtle, quick move not easily noticeable to
others in the restaurant, but to Tanaka it was clear what she was doing. 
He smiled and Megan smiled back briefly before looking away in
embarrassment.  She felt overwhelmed and awkward, trying to flirt with a
significantly older man.

   She made a show of dropping her napkin, giving an excuse to bend over
and quickly unlace and remove her right shoe.  She then placed the g-string
around her foot, weaving the little string between her toes to keep it
secure.  She sat back up, looked at him and slid her bare foot up his leg.
He noticed the difference in feel immediately and she, herself, liked being
able to feel him with the bottom of her foot.

   She watched him, sipping her wine as she moved her foot slowly but
steadily up his leg.  He was looking at Rothman now, talking about their
respective sailing adventures.  With Mao translating, it was like Megan was
the only one not in on the conversation.  She wasn't supposed to be.  She
was doing what Rothman had brought her to do - well, at least one of the
things he had brought her to do.

   He shifted forward in his seat and spread his legs, giving her wiggling
toes better access to his crotch.  He wasn't hard, but she could feel his
balls and seemingly sizable cock through his trousers.  It was weird to
feel it with her foot, but kind of sexy too.  He clearly liked it as she
could feel him begin to harden.  It was only then that he looked down and
saw the g-string.  He looked up at her and smiled.  Then he turned back to
Rothman, who was speaking, and reached down and pulled the g-string off her
foot.  He took a sip of win and then, pretending he was holding his napkin,
dabbed his lips with her panties.  She blushed and he grinned.  He put the
g-string on the table, in plain view.  Then, pulling his own surprise, he
reached in his jacket pocket and pulled out the panties she had given him a
few days ago.  He set these on the table as well, all the while continuing
his conversation with Mao and Rothman, who most certainly noticed, but
pretended not to.

   Megan continued to massage him under the table, making him fully hard,
until their food arrived.  Then he nodded to her, letting her know that was
enough.  She sat back up and bent over, putting her shoe back on before
beginning her meal.  With Mao translating for Tanaka, the conversation was
mostly contained between Rothman, Tanaka and Mao.  Megan just listened
quietly, trying to be seen and not heard like she had been told as a child.
She was certainly being seen.  Rothman and Tanaka openly leered at her, not
hiding their interest in her body.  She sensed that others in the
restaurant were looking at her too.  She felt exposed, but it was sort of
flattering.  Without being conceited, she tried to accept the looks as
compliments, as if she were a piece of art in a museum, rather than a piece
of meat in front of a pack of hungry wolves.  While the latter might be
more accurate, the former was more flattering and empowering.  She chose
that and sat up straight.  "Let them look," she told herself.

   She looked at Mao and wondered what she thought about all this.  She was
a beautiful woman and it was clear that she took care of Tanaka in much the
same way that Megan took care of Rothman.  Still, both men seemed
transfixed with Megan.  Was Mao jealous?  Was she happy to have the
attention somewhere else, maybe giving her a night off?  Was this normal?
Megan hoped Mao wasn't mad at her.  She seemed like a very nice,
professional woman.  Megan respected her and hoped Mao respected her too.

   Lost in her thoughts, Megan didn't realize that the conversation had
turned to the box of sex toys that Tanaka had delivered to their suite. 
But she caught Tanaka leering at her and smiling while Mao said, "Mr. 
Tanaka would be very happy to assist you, Mr.  Rothman."

   Assist?  What had Megan missed?  She was too scared to ask, but forced a
smile as Tanaka dapped his lips once more with her panties and they all
stood up.  Rothman put his hand around her waist and guided her toward the
door as Tanaka and Mao trailed behind.  Megan looked back at the table and
saw her old panties still laying there.  The ones she wore tonight were
gone.  Then, as she turned back toward the door, walking behind Rothman, he
dropped her panties on the floor, acting as if they had fallen out of his
pocket.

   Before she could react, Mao whispered in her ear, "You are to bend over
and pick them up.  Just hold an end, don't wad them up in your hand or try
to hide them."

   Megan nodded, swallowed hard, glancing around her.  Some people were
looking.  Rothman had stopped and was looking back.  The host was watching
as were a few people who were waiting for a table.  And Tanaka was directly
behind her, ready for the show.  "Let them look," she whispered to herself.
She bent over at the waist as she'd been trained.  She took her time,
letting Tanaka and anyone else get a good look.  She pinched the top of the
panties between two fingers and lifted it the way one might hold up a dirty
rag.  The tiny panties hung from her fingers, unmistakable to anyone close
enough to see what they were.

   She looked at the host, who smiled, blushed and looked away.  Funny, she
thought, she should be the one who was uncomfortable, not him.

   She continued to carry the panties, dangling from her fingers, as they
crossed the road back to the hotel, went through the lobby and up the
elevator.  She knew people noticed.  They noticed her dress, her heels, her
panties - everything about her appearance drew attention.  But surrounded
by Tanaka, Rothman and Mao, she felt safe despite her exposure.  People
would look but no one would try anything beyond that.

   Once they got in the room, things picked up rapidly.

   "I've tied up a few girls in my day," Rothman said to Megan.  "But Mr.
Tanaka is a bit more experienced.  He's going to show me a few things,
while Mao translates.  Understand?"

   "Yes, sir," Megan said nervously.

   She looked over at Tanaka.  Mao was unzipping his pants.  She put her
hand inside his pants and stroked him while Tanaka stared at Megan,
smiling. When his cock was hard, he nodded to Rothman who said, "Put your
panties on Mr.  Tanaka's cock."

   "Yes, sir," Megan said.  She stepped forward, looking at Tanaka's thick
cock.  Mao continued stroking it slowly, then took her hand away as Megan
reached forward with her panties.  She took one of the leg openings and
hung it over the end of the Tanaka's cock, resting it just past the head.
Mao smiled and gripped his cock again, holding the soft panties around it
as she stroked him.

   Tanaka smiled and said something.  Mao looked at Megan and said, "You
are to ask Mr.  Tanaka to please tie you up and to invite him to use you as
he pleases."

   Megan glanced at Rothman, feeling like she needed his permission to say
such a thing.  She felt based on the school rules the Board would not want
her to be shared like this without their knowledge, but he simply nodded
and winked.  Megan nodded back and looked at Mr.  Tanaka.

   "Mr.  Tanaka," she began, her voice soft and sweet.  "Would you please
tie me up any way you want?  And would you please use my body in any manner
you wish to please you?"

   Tanaka spoke again and Mao translated.  "Mr.  Tanaka accepts your
invitation.  You are to get on your knees and retrieve your panties with
your mouth.  Keep them in your mouth.  Now that you have made the
invitation, you will not need to speak further."

   Megan nodded and knelt before Tanaka's hard cock.  She realized now that
Mao had not just been stroking Tanaka's cock with her panties, but that she
had also wrapped them tightly around the base of his shaft.  Getting them
off using only her mouth was going to require significant effort.  She
leaned forward, maintaining eye contact and licked carefully around the
soft, juicy head.  He smiled down at her, standing still, letting her work
further and further down his shaft at her own pace.  Through the corner of
her eye, Megan noticed Mao approach Mr.  Rothman, slowly pulling off her
dress as she did so.

   Megan realized they were swapping, the men offering their women to their
counterparts.  She wasn't sure if it was a sign of respect, a friendly
gift, or if there was some sort of power play going on where one man would
gain negotiating power over the other.  She remembered Rothman telling her
that the whole trip was about business.  She suddenly took her work more
seriously.  Could the deal being negotiated really be determined by how
well she fucked Tanaka?  It seemed ludicrous, but so did just about
everything else today.  The more she learned about business, the less she
understood her role in it.  She was beginning to understand that sex could
be a powerful tool, but how did her fucking Tanaka while Mao fucked Rothman
give either man an advantage?  Or was this not business, like Rothman had
said, and just about fucking?  If it was, why would he choose Mao over her?
Mao was beautiful, but Megan didn't like the idea of him desiring someone
more than he desired her.

   Maybe that was part of it.  Maybe she was supposed to make Tanaka want
her more than he wanted Mao.  Could she be a bargaining chip that way?  She
didn't know.  She was so confused.  She stuck to what she knew.  She sucked
his dick like the skilled pro she was quickly becoming.  She hadn't
perfected everything yet, but she knew how to suck a cock now.  She took
him all the way and started using her tongue and lips to pull the soft
panties along his shaft, something she was certain he would enjoy the feel
of.

   Try as she might, however, she had little success getting the panties to
move.  They were staying put.  She grew frustrated and took the risk of
using her teeth to try to get them to move.  If she could get a good grip
on them, she could tug or rip them off if she had too.  But she bit down
too far.  She didn't bite him, but her teeth scraped his shaft.  She saw
his smile turn to anger.  He put his hand on her forehead and pushed her
back, roughly.  She fell backward and he said something angrily.

   Mao, who Megan realized amazingly had Rothman's cock and balls all in
her mouth, slowly disengaged and crawled over to Tanaka.  "Watch and learn,
slut," Mao said tersely to Megan.  Mao gulped Tanaka's cock down her throat
as easily as if she were popping an aspirin.  Megan watched closely.  Mao
had Tanaka fully in her mouth and Megan could see her cheeks hollow and her
lips and tongue moving continuously.  Whatever she was doing, Tanaka was
enjoying it.  Megan looked at Rothman, afraid he would be disappointed in
her.

   "Now you see," he said.  "There is always more for you to learn.  Don't
feel bad, though.  You have made great progress.  Just don't get
overconfident.  There's always someone better than you."

   The last line hit her hard.  The implication was obvious.  His words
confirmed what her eyes told her: Mao was a far better cock-sucker than she
was.  That was a reality Megan could not accept.  Challenge accepted.  She
would learn how to be even better than Mao, no matter how long it took or
how many cocks she had to suck to do it.

   She felt a knot in her stomach as she watched Mao dislodge and remove
the panties in less than a minute.  Mao held it in her mouth in front of
her and smiled.  She took the panties out of her mouth and stuffed them in
Megan's mouth.  "Don't feel bad, dear," Mao said.  "I'm the best there is.
You'll get better.  For what it's worth, based on your panties, your pussy
tastes very sweet."

   Megan didn't even know how to react to that.  She hadn't expected such
bravado from Mao, nor the compliment.  Most of all, she had no clue how Mao
had removed the panties so quickly.  She wanted to ask her, but the panty
gag prevented that.

   Tanaka stepped to Megan and began slowly removing her dress.  He said
something and Mao said, "Mr.  Tanaka asked me to explain my skills.  When I
was your age, I also wanted to get into the business world.  I had no
experience.  But I attractive.  Like you, I figured that would get me in
the door.  I knew of Mr.  Tanaka's power.  He had beautiful women around
him all the time.  I had to set myself apart.  I saw him at a dinner and
did the trick where you tie the cherry stem into a knot with your mouth. 
That caught his attention.  He asked me to his room.  He took the ribbon
from my hair and tied around the base of his cock.  He told me to untie and
remove it.  With my mouth.  A bow would have been pretty easy, but he tied
it in a knot.  I spent the next 45 minutes working on that knot.  When I
finally succeeded, he hired me to be his assistant.  Every day for the
first month he tied something similar around his cock and forced me to
untie with my mouth.  When he wasn't fucking me, I would practice on items
tied around dildos.  I became as nimble with my lips and tongue as I am
with my fingers.  In the 10 years since, a day hasn't passed that I haven't
sucked Mr.  Tanaka's cock at least once.  I am too good for him to grow
tired of it.  And, try as he might - like tonight - he simply can't find
anyone as good as me.  I know that sounds arrogant, Megan, but it's true.
I'm not telling you that to put you down.  I'm telling you to inspire you.
You are gorgeous and I can see what you have to live this lifestyle.  Just
push yourself to be the best.  That's how you keep this job for 10 years
instead of two."

   Now Megan understood Mr.  Rothman's comment, "There's always someone
better than you." He wasn't being critical, but it was a reminder that
pretty women were everywhere.  To set herself apart and keep Rothman's
attention, Megan would have to be more than pretty, more than submissive.
She needed to do things better than other girls or be willing to do things
other girls wouldn't do.  Reality hit home.  The question was, what would
really set her apart?  She loved Kasey and didn't want to compete with her,
but if it came to it, could she win a man from her best friend?  Doubt
crept into her mind, but it was trumped by her determination to be great.
She hadn't started this whole business to quit at the first setback.

   She wanted to prove herself, but there was little for her to do right
now.  Tanaka stripped except for her heels and led her to the bed.  He
pushed her back and, over the next 30 minutes, moved her body, rolling her
over, touching her all over as he used scarves and soft ropes to bind her.
He removed the panties from her mouth and replaced them with a ball gag.

   Meanwhile, Mao was giving Rothman the blowjob of his life, coaxing two
loads out of him.  She inhaled and teased and tasted every part of him -
his cock, his balls, his ass.  Mao's mouth and tongue went everywhere.  Her
throat knew no limits.  She seemed capable of holding her breath forever.
Rothman understood how she kept her job for so long.  She was very pretty,
yes, but there were certainly younger, sexier girls out there - like Megan
and Kasey.  He respected that Mao had found a way to persist and now, not
only was she the best cocksucker he'd ever seen, but she was a bright
businesswoman who certainly would succeed long after her cock-sucking
assistant days were over.

   Rothman took note of Tanaka's rope work and was secretly proud of how
Megan let him handle her, with no signs of tension or struggle in her body.
She was limber, flexible, and completely submissive.  He respected Tanaka's
power play demonstrating Mao's superior skills compared to Megan's, but
Megan was undeniably a fun girl to bend and twist and feel and play with.
Tanaka's erection, fondling hands and probing eyes belied his poker face.
The man was loving playing with the fuck doll named Megan.

   Tanaka spread Megan's legs wide apart, securing them to the frame of the
bed as he knelt between her thighs and entered her tight pussy for the
first time.  He stroked her slow and steady.  Rothman admired Tanaka's
style.  He was poised and always under control.  If he was tempted to drill
Megan hard and furious, he didn't show it.  Even when he did start lifting
the poor, barely legal teen of the bed with his more powerful thrusts, he
was steady and strong, not frantic.  Rothman saw Megan cum and Tanaka
licked his finger and wiped it across Megan's bald mound.  He wondered what
that was about.

   Megan didn't know what it was about, nor did she much care.  Rules
didn't seem to matter.  The rules of the school didn't matter to Rothman.
His rules about her cumming without permission had been broken more than
once today already, and it felt pretty good to her.  She liked the feeling
of being bound and not in control.  It seemed out of character for her,
since she usually felt the need to be in control.  She had even lured Mick
and Harry, controlling the initial events in her own way.  But maybe it was
a relief to not be in control.  To be handled, taken, with no choice to do
anything but submit.  She could enjoy a good hard fucking without guilt. 
Being bound with strong hands on her body and a thick cock in her pussy
made her so hot, she couldn't control herself.

   She enjoyed Tanaka's fucking very much.  He was powerful but not frantic
or angry.  He controlled her.  He had the power, but didn't feel the need
to remind her of it with every thrust the way Rothman did.  It felt like
Tanaka owned her body, and in that moment, she was OK with it.  She knew
she came fast and hard when Tanaka fucked her pussy.  She did not have his
control.  She couldn't stop herself or delay it.  That cock controlled her
and she was ok with it as long as it led to mind-shattering orgasms like
the one she just had.

   She didn't know what it meant when he licked his thumb and wiped it
across her pussy, but she knew what it felt like.  It felt like he was
marking his territory, claiming ownership.  And it felt good.

   Next, Tanaka pulled his cream covered cock out of Megan's pussy.  He
untied her legs, rolled her over, tied her wrists to the head board and
spread her legs wide in a doggy style position.  He pushed her head down,
mashing it into the pillows as she split her ass cheeks with his cock and
entered her, using her own lube to ease the way into her tightest hole. 
This was the downside of being submissive and giving up control, Megan
thought.  She was powerless to do anything but take it any way Tanaka
wanted to give it to her.  He wasn't huge, but his cock was thick and
rigid. It felt like a steel rod splitting her open.  It had felt wonderful
in her pussy, but it wasn't so easy to take up her ass.  Fortunately, he
continued with a similar stroke, stretching her out with deep, long
thrusts, no violent humping to increase the discomfort she already felt. 
She appreciated that and moaned through her gag as he took her with
remarkable strength and stamina.  He seemed to fuck her ass forever.  The
man had amazing control and she could see how he had lasted for so long
with Mao sucking the tied ribbon off his cock.  She had a feeling that when
this beautiful cock finally erupted, it would be with a massive load.  She
just wondered where he would choose to deposit it.

   Tanaka continued to hold Megan's head down, her face mashed into the
bed. With the ball gag in her mouth, she struggled to turn her head enough
to breathe through her nose.  He wasn't going to make her pass out.  She
could tell he had no intent to be cruel in that way.  But she sensed he
enjoyed controlling her this way, as if her ability to capture the bit of
air she could was a gift from him and she owed him her gratitude for his
generosity.  That was his form of dominance - not so much strength and
roughness, but more of a mental control and feeling of supremacy.  Where
Rothman enjoyed showing her off and fucking her rough and treating her like
a slut, Tanaka enjoyed the mind games.  It was more of a case of him
feeling like he deserved unlimited access to her because of his mental
superiority and his generosity.  In both cases, she had to submit, but the
demonstration of power was different.

   He fucked her steadily, reaming her ass.  He was hard and giving it to
her with thrusts that slapped his balls against her ass.  But he didn't
seem that close to cumming.  Megan wondered how he could last so long. 
Finally she heard Mao say, "I'm ready, sir." Megan didn't know what that
meant, but then Tanaka pulled out of her ass and he and Mao undid her bonds
and rolled her onto her back.  They removed her ball gag and Megan took in
deep breaths.  Mao, seemingly not caring where Tanaka's cock had just been,
sucked his cock, devouring him, slurping on his shaft and head and balls.
He let her do all the work until he finally reached his orgasm.  He pulled
out until only his head was in her mouth and shot his load onto her tongue.

   Megan couldn't see if she was right about the size of his load, but soon
found out as Mao approached, leaned over her and showed her the mouth full
of cum.  The man had shot a massive amount.  Megan realized what was coming
next as Mao leaned in and kissed her, letting the cum flow from her mouth
into Megan's.  The girls locked lips with Tanaka's cum flowing between
their intertwined tongues.  Mao lay on the bed and rolled Megan toward her
so Megan was now on top.  The cum all flowed into Mao's mouth once more. 
Then Mao sat up, holding the majority of the cum in her mouth.  She
motioned for Megan to swallow whatever she had left.  Then Tanaka lay Megan
down on her back and held her thighs to the bed.  Mao spit the cum out onto
Megan's bare pussy mound.  Tanaka smiled broadly.  Marking his territory
again, Megan thought.  Then Mao leaned in once more and licked the cum off
Megan's body.  She swallowed it, then licked Megan's pussy, suctioning her
clit into her mouth.  Megan got a sense of just how talented Mao was orally
and why she was an elite cocksucker.  Megan's body reacted almost
immediately and she came yet again as Mao slurped and licked up and down
her slit.

   Megan was limp from the extended fucking and intense orgasms and put up
no resistance as Tanaka once again contorted her body.  He hogtied her and
put the ball gag back in her mouth, a butt plug in her tender ass, and a
vibrator in her pussy.  He placed nipple clamps on both nipples and a dog
collar around her neck.  The nipple clamps attached to the collar via gold
chains.

   Tanaka, Rothman and Mao left, saying they were going to get a drink. 
She had been left alone for over an hour and wondered if they would all
come back or only Rothman.  Regardless, she was sure she would be fucked
again before bed.  She had no idea what time it was, but it had been a very
long day.  She hoped one more fuck and then some sleep were on the agenda.
In the meantime, the vibrator pushed her to three more orgasms, but she was
sore and raw and overstimulated.  She needed a break that seemed to never
be coming.

   Finally she heard the door open and someone enter the suite.  She heard
two voices, both male, approaching the bedroom.  To her dismay, she
recognized neither voice.  Who were these men?  How did they get in here?
What would they do to her?  Was she in danger?  She wondered if it was
maintenance or room service and cringed at the humiliation of being found
like this.  That sounded like a move Mr.  Rothman would make for sure.

   While her mind whirled and her stomach churned, her body was quite
still. Movement was difficult in her bonds, not to mention painful.  She
had no way to cover or protect herself.  She had no control over whatever
was about to happen.

   "Fuck, look at that," she heard one of them say.  Well, they saw her at
least.  The voice was that of younger man, she thought.  He sounded
impressed, but not surprised.

   "Just like they said she was," the other voice said.  It was deeper but
still sounded like a younger man.  "Hello slut," the second man said.  "We
don't know your name and don't need to.  We have been told to call you
whatever we want.  Mr.  Tanaka and Mr.  Rothman sent us here to check on
you.  We work here at the hotel but that's all you need to know.  We have a
list of items we are to do.  No harm will come to you, so you can relax."

   "OK, first we need to know how many times you have cum since they left,"
the first man said.  "I'm going to smack your ass until I reach the correct
number.  When I get to the right number, make as much noise as you can
through that gag."

   She tensed up in anticipation of the spanking.  The first smack on her
right ass cheek was quite firm.  He wasn't playing around.  But that was
only one.  She was tempted to lie and say that was it, but she felt like
she was being tested.  It was bad enough she had cum so many times without
permission.  What sort of punishment would await if she lied about it too?
Besides, the hard smack on her ass still paled in comparison to much of the
other torment her body had endured today.

   The next slap came on her left ass cheek.  "Bitch has been getting off,"
one of them laughed.  The next slap was back on her right cheek and she
moaned and groaned loudly, letting them know that was the magic number.

   "Three," one of them said.  "Send the text."

   Megan still couldn't see their faces in her current position.  She was
feeling a little less scared now, knowing that these guys were
communicating with Mr.  Rothman and Mr.  Tanaka.  Odd that made her feel
safe, given her current predicament, but she believed they wouldn't let any
true harm come to her.

   "OK, he says take the vibrator out of her pussy," one of them said.  She
pictured him reading a text from Tanaka or Rothman.  "Don't mind if I do."

   One of the men put one hand on her ass and stroked her pussy with the
other, slowly reaching inside her, wiggling his fingers around, feeling her
wetness and heat, before pulling out the small but mighty vibrator.  Her
tight pussy relinquished the device with a wet sucking sound.

   "Fucking tight little cunt on this one," the guy said.  He switched off
the vibrator and tossed it aside.

   "Now they want us to take the butt plug out and send them a picture of
her asshole gaping," the other guy laughed.  "These are some twisted old
fucks, man."

   One of the guys held Megan's reddened ass cheeks apart and the other
gripped the end of the butt plug, slowly pulling it out.  It was almost
out, then he pushed it back in, fucking her asshole for a few strokes
before finally pulling it out once and for all.  They continued to hold her
ass cheeks apart, admiring the gaping hole and taking the requested photos.

   Megan felt totally humiliated and violated, being poked, prodded,
examined, and photographed by two men she couldn't even see, but she was
relieved to have the plug and vibrator out of her little holes.  They had
been abused and were raw from the intrusions.  They needed a break, even
though she feared it would be short lived. o "All right, masks on," one of
the guys said.  "They want us to completely untie her now except for the
nipple clamps and collar." Megan felt the men working her bonds, untying
her and helping her stretch out her aching limbs.  They rolled her over and
she saw them.  They were both wearing full, plain masks.  One was red and
the other green, looking like guests at a very fucked-up Christmas party.
Both men were around 6 feet tall and appeared to be fit in their hotel
uniforms.  By their hair, hands, and physiques, and voices, she guessed
they were in their 20s.  Probably young workers at the hotel, maybe kitchen
or maintenance staff.  She couldn't see their expressions, but watched
their eyes through the narrow slits in the mask.  They ogled her body and
touched her at will.  It was awkward, but they were freeing her of her
bonds.  That part felt wonderful.  The last piece was the ball gag.  Now,
she wore the collar, nipple clamps and heels.  All bonds, gags, and toys
had been removed.

   "Thank you," she said softly, still not entirely sure how thankful she
should be.  Their creepy masks unnerved her and she wriggled under their
groping hands.  One of them playfully pulled on the chains connecting her
nipple clamps to the collar and she winced, letting out a whimper of pain.
He laughed and did it again.

   "You can get up and stretch your legs and use the bathroom," he told
her.

   "Thank you," she said.  They both helped her to her feet and
simultaneously slapped her ass as she gingerly walked away to the bathroom.
She was sore in her pussy and ass, as well as her arms and legs.  Her jaw
ached from the ball gag.  And her nipples were sore from the clamps. 
Unfortunately, the heels caused her breasts to bounce a little as she
walked, adding to her discomfort.

   In that moment of peace in the bathroom, she thought about Kasey.  She
pictured her sleeping peacefully in her own bed after a harmless day of
work with Megan's dad.  She probably gave Mick and Harry a blowjobs, then
went home to Granderson.  Megan's dad would pick her up in the morning for
another benign, pain-free day at the office.  She wasn't angry or jealous.
In that moment she just wished she could talk to her dear friend.  That
they could lay in bed, whispering to each other, talking about the day's
events.  She needed Kasey.  But what she had was Tanaka, Mao, Rothman, and
two total strangers, all of whom seemed intent on testing her physical,
mental and emotional limits.  She reminded herself that she asked for this.

   She had to take responsibility and see it through.  She had never quit
anything and she wasn't about to start now.  Not that she really had much
choice, but she felt better when she reminded herself that, in reality, all
of this was her choice.  She owned it.  So whatever control she had
relinquished was her choice, which, in an odd way, meant she was still in
control in a manner of speaking.  It was one of the mental games she played
with herself.  She had always been able to give herself pep talks, confirm
her ability to push through things and ultimately excel.  Focus on the
positives.  She was strong, smart, and learning by the minute.  Plus, no
matter her humiliation or discomfort, she had experienced a ton of amazing
orgasms today.  That wasn't a bad thing at all.

   Physically, she was only mildly refreshed as she left the bathroom, but
mentally she was locked in once more.  Whatever was next, her attitude was
bring it on.  Challenge accepted.

   The challenge, not surprisingly, was two large wagging cocks.  These men
were well hung, both 7 to 8 inches and thick.  She was relieved when they
told her the plan.

   "Your, um, master, says you should give us both blowjobs," red mask
said, holding up her phone so she could see the text from Rothman.  She
read it, verified it was Rothman, and nodded.

   "Yes, sir," Megan smiled.  "It will be my pleasure to suck your cocks.
Thank you both for the opportunity.  Would you like me to get on my knees?"

   "No, balance on your heels," Red said.

   "Yes, sir," Megan said, crouching down, bending her knees and balancing
on her heels.  Her eyes were at cock-level and he rubbed his cock on her
face, jabbing it at her eyes and nose before sliding it into her willing
mouth.  She looked up at him as she focused on the head, licking and
kissing it.

   "Hungry little bitch, ain't she?" Green said.

   "I think I know her favorite food," Red nodded.  "Fuck, she's good."

   Green grabbed her by the hair and pulled her towards him.  She barely
took a breath before his cock was in her mouth.  The guys proceed to share
her mouth for the next 15 minutes, passing her head back and forth like
they were sharing a bucket of popcorn.  Only Megan was the one getting a
mouthful each time.  Red tested her ability to hold her breath, plugging
her nose and counting to 30 while his cock was balls deep in her mouth and
throat.  Her eyes watered and face grew red, but she didn't struggle,
didn't choke, didn't gag.

   "Slut inhales that shit," Red said as he handed her back to Green, who
stuffed his balls in Megan's mouth and slapped her forehead with his cock
while he tugged on her nipple chains.  They weren't being gentle and, given
time, Megan feared they would get too rough.  But they were young men who
lacked the control of a Tanaka and the probably hadn't cum twice in the
last two hours like Rothman.  They were impatient, lusty, ready to unload.
Green came first.  Per the instructions, he jerked off on a serving tray in
the room.  Red followed suit minutes later.

   The thick white cum pooled in two puddles on the tray.  Then, using
butter knives, the guys narrowed both loads into two long lines on the
tray. Megan had never done drugs, but it looked like a semi-liquid version
of lines of coke.  If so, that meant...  surely not, she thought.

   "You're a cock-addicted cum slut," Green taunted.  "Here's your fix,
bitch.  Two lines, two nostrils.  Time to inhale some sperm."

   Megan looked at them and could see they were serious.  Well, this was
something knew.  She positioned herself over Green's line of thick white
cum, wishing she could just swallow it.  It was the huge, white load of a
healthy man with a good diet.  Not at all unappetizing.  She though it
would be nice spread on a bagel.  Instead, it was going up her nose.  She
took a deep breath, plugged her right nostril, put her left nostril at the
end of the line and inhaled, moving her head along the line as the thick
liquid shot up into her nose.  She coughed and snorted but plugged her nose
and didn't lose a drop.  She took a couple of breaths, coughed and then did
the same thing, plugging her other nostril and inhaling Red's load.

   "Fuck, never seen that in person before," Red laughed.  "Hot cum addict.
Guess what, slut, you're in luck.  I'll give you a hit of that anytime you
want, free of charge."

   "Same here," Green said.  "But I got the good stuff, not that weak
watered down shit he has."

   Megan couldn't help but laugh along with them as they compared their cum
to street drugs and taunted her about her addictive need to ingest sperm.
It was disgusting to inhale it, but it was still funny, and that made it
enjoyable.  She was still giggling when the guys threw her on the bed and
started tying her up again.

   "Seems you're wanted in a certain position," Green said.  "Gonna be a
long night, bitch."

   "Yes, sir," Megan said.  "It's OK.  It's how I'm meant to be used."

   "Dude, we need to just take her and put her in another room and keep
this shit all to ourselves," Red said, only half joking.  The temptation to
keep Megan all to themselves was very real.

   Nonetheless, the guys followed orders.  They removed the nipple clamps
but kept the collar and heels on her.  They put her on her back on the bed
and lifted her arms and legs over her head, securing her wrists and ankles
to the headboard with tightly knotted scarves.  Her legs were spread and
they put a pillow under her ass, lifting it off the bed at the proper angle
for fucking.  A little pressure on the back of her legs would her roll her
back and provide access to her asshole.  Her tits were exposed and her
ungagged mouth was ready to serve.

   They took a picture of her, texted it and awaited the response.  Once
they received the approval, the each smacked her once more on the ass and
left the room, tossing their masks over their shoulders on the way out. 
They turned off all the lights and Megan lay there in the dark, essentially
nude, raw, sore, and bound once more.  She waited.  It was almost midnight.
How many more times could her body possibly be used before morning?

   It turned out the answer was five.  Rothman returned a few minutes
later. He used only the light from his phone to find her and then fuck her
silently in the dark.  She could tell it was him by his fucking style, his
grunts, and his body.  He drilled into her pussy and came quickly, shooting
all over her belly.  Only when he was done did he speak.

   "You've been a good slut today," he said.  "But you have cum many times
without permission.  The bondage has been part of your punishment.  You
would have been fucked just as much either way, but you lost the right to
freedom and comfort.  I'm going to set my alarm and every two hours, I'm
going to wake up and fuck you.  I know you're sore and tired and I don't
care."

   "Yes, sir," Megan said.  She wondered how she could possibly fall asleep
in this position.  Soon she heard him snoring.  She was bent in half,
bound, covered in cum and aching from head to toe.  Nevertheless, fatigue
won out and she slept fitfully for the next two hours, just falling into a
deeper sleep when she was awoken by a knocking - not at the door, but at
her asshole.  A dim lamp was on and she could see his thick cock as he
positioned himself.  He put his weight on the back of her thighs, the
flexible scarves yielding as he folded her in half and split her ass cheeks
with his cock.  She felt like she was being ripped in half.  He muffled her
cries by putting his fingers in her mouth.  Otherwise, he fucked her fast
and hard and without comment, once again splashing cum across her belly.

   He rolled off her and went back to sleep.  Megan struggled, but dozed on
and off until the alarm went off again.  She heard it this time and was
awake as he untied her pulled her on top of him.  "Ride me, slut," he
grunted.  He was already hard and pushed inside her before her pussy was
really ready.  She warmed up quickly, thinking that being woken up to fuck
in the middle of the night was a lot better this way - cock was in the
right hole and she wasn't bound.  Being on top, she controlled the tempo
more.  Her pussy warmed up quickly and she grinded down on him and let her
hands rub his chest and belly.  This felt closer to intimacy and making
love than she'd felt in a very long time.

   Rothman was tired and horny and happy to make his fuck toy do the work.
There was nothing he enjoyed more than fucking her brains out while he
stretched her little holes and listened to her whimper.  But at times he
was in the mood to have a woman take care of him, rid him, get off on him,
slow and sensual at first, then faster, hopping up and down on his cock
like a little fuck bunny.

   It the dim light he watched her bare thighs and pussy as she rode him.
He thought about how Tanaka had touched her.  He wished he wasn't part of
that school group.  If he had Megan all to himself, he would brand Megan's
little cunt and mark his territory.  Then it dawned on him.  Had Tanaka
done that with Mao?  Was that his thing?  Tomorrow, he needed to get past
Mao's mouth and check out her pussy.  So long as the meeting went well, he
thought that could very well be part of the celebration.

   Megan was enjoying this one.  Rothman was being nice and his cock felt
wonderful in her pussy.  She rode him and he stroked her breasts and
tweaked her nipples.  She started moving faster.  "May I cum, sir?" she
whispered.

   Maybe it was a moment of weakness, a soft spot in his nature, but in
that moment Rothman felt very connected to Megan.  Not just physically.  He
had put her through so much and would continue to do so and here she was,
riding him like a cowgirl, ready to cream on him, begging him for release.
He had to admit, she was pretty special.  She deserved this.

   "Yes, baby, cum hard and keep cumming," he grunted.  "Get what you
need."

   That was all Megan needed to hear.  She moved faster, bouncing up and
down, tits jiggling, pussy making happy wet sounds.  She came hard.  She
kept riding, kept cumming.  It was the best orgasm of the day.  Better than
all the others combined, in fact.  She rode from one orgasm to the next,
finally falling forward onto him and sliding down his torso.  "May I suck
your cock?" she asked.

   "You may," he said.  She dipped her head, tasted her juices on his cock.
Tasted his pre-cum.  She came again as she took him fully into her mouth
and swallowed yet another load from his precious cock.

   ****

   While Megan finished her day and night of bondage, humiliation,
discomfort and abuse with a sweet, almost tender bout of fucking, Kasey was
laying in Megan's bed, reviewing her very pleasing massaging of Michael and
the ensuing awkward conversation and his rejection of her additional
advances.  She had texted Mick and Harry, asking for their help.  What
could she do next?

   Mick responded that she had done well getting this far with Michael and
not to give up.  Harry suggested she read his reaction in the morning.  He
might change his mind with time to think about it.

   Kasey thanked them both, but didn't feel any better.  She didn't think
Michael would wake up and feel any differently.  He was a man set in his
ways, his principals.  He thought things through and analyzed every
decision and potential outcome.  Harry said he might change his mind, but
Michael wouldn't do that without good reason, without data and evidence. 
He was just like Megan, Kasey thought.

   Then it hit her, he really was just like Megan, and yet Megan was
actively getting her brains fucked out every day.  It was her conscious
decision, carefully thought out and planned.  She had a reason for it
beyond just wanting sex.  She wanted to learn and be prepared, giving
herself options and a wider scope of knowledge.  So, the question was, how
could she make Michael analyze the options she was giving him and see the
benefits beyond some great sex?  What would appeal to his analytical,
calculated brain as well as his cock?

   In a flash, it hit her.  She knew exactly what she needed to do.  She
texted Jackson.  He was awake, so she called him and told him what she
needed and exactly what she would let him do to her in exchange for his
help.  They worked on the project over the phone for the next hour and a
half, until Jackson confirmed he had everything he needed.  "I'll have it
done by 10 a.m.," he promised.

   She spent the next 30 minutes packing a bag to take to work and finally
lay down, excited but able to sleep because her mind was at ease knowing
she had a plan in place.

   The next morning, she got up early and was dressed and waiting for
Michael when he came downstairs.  She wore black pumps, a black mini skirt
and a white sleeveless sweater that stopped right at her navel.  She wore
no bra.  She wore a simple white g-string.  She put her hair in a ponytail.

   When Michael saw her, he smiled and said "Good morning, Kasey.  You're
up early today."

   "Yes, sir.  I had trouble sleeping," she frowned.  "I was worried that
you're mad at me.  I'm very sorry if I did anything wrong.  I was only
trying to help."

   "I know you were," he said.  "It's all OK.  We can pretend it never
happened.  No one needs to know."

   "Yes, sir," Kasey said, frustrated that he wanted to pretend it didn't
happen.  She had given him a big orgasm and he wanted to forget it.  That
was humiliating.  She would just have to make the next one more memorable.
"Thank you.  How did you sleep?"

   "Very well," he chuckled.  "I have admit, I have always slept better
after good sex."

   Kasey wanted to say "Thanks for calling it good!" or "See, I told you I
have what you need!" Instead, she blushed, and nodded silently.

   "You look beautiful," Michael said.  "Like always.  Please know that you
are incredibly attractive, very sweet, and did absolutely nothing wrong."

   "Thank you, sir," she nodded.  "You're very nice.  And handsome." She
smiled and giggled, letting him know that she realized he was flirting with
the line once more.

   "I'm flattered," he smiled.  "Just keep those comments in private and
photos in private."

   "And you keep it in your pants," she frowned, but in a teasing way.

   "Exactly," he laughed.  He couldn't help but watch her long legs in that
tiny skirt, remembering how she looked underneath.  Even with a clearer
head this morning, the temptation was strong.  But he couldn't.  His
career, his marriage, his relationship with Megan - it was all potentially
on the line.  Last night was bad enough.  If he went further, well,
eventually it would come back to haunt him.  That's how he viewed things.
That's why he didn't take risks, didn't act on impulse, didn't give in to
urges and cravings.  It was helped him have a good career, a nice house, a
smart beautiful daughter and a happy marriage.  Well, maybe that last part
wasn't true.  Certainly not lately.  But still, it had been happy most of
the time.  He didn't know if their marriage could be saved or not, but he
knew fucking Kasey wouldn't help, no matter how enjoyable it might be in
the moment.

   When they got to work, he explained that they had a meeting at 9 a.m.

   "I have a little project I am working on," Kasey said.  "Would you mind
if missed the meeting and worked on that instead.  It's for work, I
promise."

   "Um, sure," Michael said, surprised.  He had assigned her no such
projects.  "What are you working on?"

   "Well, I want to learn how to present to clients the way you do," Kasey
said.  "So I've been working on a presentation.  I would like to present it
to you and get your feedback.  I've learned so much from you already, but I
learn a lot by doing, so I thought this would be a good way to learn."

   "I love it," Michael said.  "I'm impressed.  Not many people take
initiative like that.  Of course you can work on it and I look forward to
seeing your presentation whenever you have it prepared."

   "When will you be back, sir?" she asked, biting her lip nervously.  She
didn't do it to be sexy, but it was very sexy to Michael.

   "I should be back by 11," he said.  "If you're ready then, you can give
your presentation and then we can get lunch," he said.

   "Sounds great, sir," she said.  She waited until he left, then grabbed
her laptop and phone.  She called Jackson and gave him the update.  He
assured her he was almost done and shared the presentation with her.

   "This is wild, Kase," he said.  She had him on speaker.  "Are you really
going to show him this?"

   "Yes," she said.  "I know it's crazy, but I have to.  It's the only way
for him to understand.  I just hope it works."

   They went through the presentation, slide by slide, making edits and
additions here and there.  But overall, Jackson had done a great job of
making her inspired middle-of-the-night vision a reality.

   "Thank you so much, Jackson," she said.  "You're amazing."

   "You're welcome," he said.  "But don't forget, you're going to pay me
back, right?"

   "Of course," she said.  "You've spent what, seven hours on this?  Seems
only fair you get seven hours of me in return.  You did what I wanted for
me, so I'll do what you wanted for you.  Fair trade?"

   "Fair trade," Jackson agreed, his mind spinning at all the things he
could make her do during a seven-hour period.  "Just let me know if you
need anything else.  Good luck, Kase."

   Kasey checked the time.  It was 10:30.  She flipped nervously through
the presentation and made sure it projected properly on the screen.  The
title page was a bit cryptic, but she liked it.  The title was "The Case
for Kasey" and included a montage of photos of her, including ones of her
tennis and cheerleading days, as well as more recent ones in a bikini, a
mini dress, and a naughty schoolgirl outfit.  Similar images were used
throughout the presentation.  Her goal was to convince him that her
internship and training should include not only assisting and learning from
him at work, but also at home, so she could learn to be a good girlfriend
or wife and he could have the companionship and support he needed in the
absence of his wife.  She hoped this would all appeal to his practical
side.

   She was a nervous wreck by the time he got back.  She was trembling all
over, nervous that she wouldn't get her message across accurately.

   Michael picked up on her nervousness right away and, true to his nature,
tried to calm her.  "Relax, Kasey," he said.  "It's just me.  I'm sure it
will be great, but this is your first professional presentation.  There are
no expectations.  Just go with it and trust yourself.  Your personality is
all you need to make it work.  Present with energy and confidence.  It's OK
to be nervous, but don't be afraid."

   "Yes, sir," Kasey said.  "Thank you, sir.  You're so sweet."

   Kasey took a deep breath as Michael took a seat at the table and she
turned on the presentation, the title slide appearing on the screen.  "Good
morning, Mr.  Brandt," she began.  "Thank you for the opportunity to
present to you today.  As you know, there are many people you could hire to
be your assistant, both in and out of the office.  I am here to explain to
you why I believe I would make the ideal full-time assistant for you.  I
plan to share with you my weaknesses and strengths, how I would benefit
from the position, and how you would benefit as well.  Please feel free to
ask questions at any time."

   Michael nodded with a slight smile, encouraging her to go on.  He found
her choice of images curious, but chalked it up to her youth and sexual
awakening - obvious from last night - and decided not to address the
unprofessionalism so early in the presentation.  He jotted a note on his
pad instead.

   Kasey advanced the next slide, which contained an image of her in one of
the outfits she wore to work this week, and another of her laying in
Megan's bed, wearing only a thin white shirt, her long legs exposed in the
shot.  The title of the slide was "Where We Are Now."

   "Where we are now is I'm your intern and I know I'm basically just in
your way.  I'm not doing any work tasks for you.  I'm learning, but you're
getting nothing in return.  Out of the office, you're either picking me up
in the morning or I'm staying at your house.  I try not to be a burden, but
I'm not cooking, cleaning, paying bills, or doing anything to make your
home life easier.  On top of that, Mr.  Rothman is out of the office,
adding to your responsibilities here.  And, I'm so sorry to stay, at home
you are separated from your wife and, as a result, you're doing everything
yourself.  You are doing so much.  Your responsibilities never end.  I know
I can't replace your wife and I know I'm not an experienced businesswoman,
but I believe I can help you in both areas.'

   She clicked to the next slide.  It was a picture of her in a pair of
leggings and a sports bra, flexing her muscles.  The title was "Enter Super
Kasey!" The word "enter" was meant to have double meaning, though she
doubted he would catch it.  Maybe it would work subliminally.

   "Super Kasey to the rescue," she smiled, making the same flexing pose in
front of him now.  She was gaining confidence having successfully broached
the subject of his marriage.  But the messaging was about to get much more
direct.  There was still a long way to go.  "At work, I have much to learn
about this business, but, as you noted, I do have a personality that people
like.  As your full-time personal assistant - and no, I'm not asking for a
raise - I can take on the responsibility of handling your communications. I
can filter your emails and respond to most of them for you.  I can help
with your dry cleaning, errands, and appointments.  I can make your
presentations.  In meetings, I can have more presence if I'm your assistant
than your intern.  I can have more influence.  Business women will respect
that I am a budding businesswoman and will respect what I have to say.  And
businessmen, well, at the risk of sounding conceited, they tend to like
looking at a pretty girl.  I don't mind flirting and revealing a little
bit. It all helps soften them up.  They will be more receptive, will
negotiate more easily.  The meetings will be more pleasant, less
contentious.  I specialize in setting a positive tone.  You specialize in
closing the deal."

   Michael nodded, impressed by her thought process.  While he wouldn't be
comfortable showing her off and insinuating that she was an object of
desire for others to leer at, he couldn't deny her reasoning.  She lit up a
room with her smile and bubbly personality and, yes, even the most faithful
husband would take notice of her, especially as she chose to dress.

   "And at home, well, as you know Megan and I are helping Mick and Harry
and we are both working a little bit with Mr.  Quigley.  It's a waste of
time for you to pick me up or take me home.  So, I think it would make
sense for me to stay with you and Megan.  I know Mr.  Rothman plans to have
her travel with him, so even when that happens, I will be there to cook and
clean for you, do laundry, help with yardwork, grocery shopping, whatever
you need.  You can take my living expenses out of my paycheck.  It's a
win-win."

   Then she hesitated, clicked the next slide.  It was simply a picture of
her on her knees, looking up at the camera with puppy dog eyes and pouty
lips.  She was wearing a choker, pink thong, white tube top, and had her
hands clasped behind her back.  "And, well, I know a man has needs.  You
have a lot of stress.  I'm not trying to take the place of your wife, but,
until you two are back together, I would be happy to take care of whatever
additional needs you might have."

   "Kasey..." Michael started, but she stopped him.

   "Mr.  Brandt, I understand what you're going to say, but please let me
make just a couple more points and then I will be happy to address your
questions," she said.  She handled it perfectly.  Against his better
judgement, Michael waved and nodded.

   "Very well," he said.  "You've earned that much, Kasey.  I will listen.
Please proceed."

   "Thank you, sir," Kasey said.  She took another deep breath, very
nervous now.  Her perky breasts pushed against her sweater, lifting the
bottom of it away from her tiny waist.  She was nothing if not enticing,
Michael thought.  "I understand it wouldn't be romantic.  It would be
purely physical, fulfilling you with your basic needs - just like eating,
sleeping, and bathing.  Of course, we like to enjoy our food and have a
comfortable bed, so there's no reason that your sexual needs couldn't be
met in the most enjoyable of manners as well.

   "While I'm young and a bit inexperienced, I think I possess the
qualities that would enable me to meet your needs in a highly satisfactory
matter, sir."

   Michael started to speak, but stopped when she went to the next slide.
Embedded in the slide was a video of her wearing a tiny white sling bikini
with strings the thickness of dental floss.  She wore white heels in the
video, which played silently as Kasey spoke.  In the video, she went
through a variety of stretches, showing off her flexibility, including
doing the splits, putting her legs behind her head, and laying on her
stomach, arching her back and reaching back to grab her heels

   "Flexibility allows for trying a number of different positions so that
the act doesn't become boring or routine," Kasey said matter-of-factly, as
if she were describing how to use a remote control.  "It also enables
access to each entry point." She stopped and looked directly into his eyes.
"All three of them, sir."

   He swallowed hard at the realization of what she was saying.  He had
fucked Susan in the ass only twice during their marriage.  Oddly enough,
both times it was at her request when she was drunk and wild on her
birthday.  Maybe he should have realized then that she wanted to be more
creative and possibly dominated.  He just chalked it up to the alcohol, but
maybe he missed something.  He looked at Kasey's taut body on the screen
and imagined how tight should would have to be.  He would hurt her.  No way
he could accept this offer, no matter how tempting it was or how well she
sold it.

   She clicked to the next slide and it was a slideshow of images of her in
a variety of skimpy, revealing outfits, including bikinis, miniskirts, mini
dresses, lingerie, stripper attire, Soffe shorts, thigh highs, and wet
t-shirts.

   "I know that men are visual creatures and it's important for me to look
my best for you," Kasey said.  "Much like the smell of a steak on the grill
whets your appetite or fresh sheets on the bed help you sleep, a
well-dressed woman enhances your desires and adds to your overall enjoyment
of the activity.  As you can see, I have a wardrobe full of clothes that
show off my body.  I am willing to wear these or any other clothes you want
for me to wear anytime, anywhere.  I am also willing to NOT wear any
clothes you would like as well."

   To emphasize her point, she reached under her dress and pulled down her
panties.  She stepped out of them, keeping eye contact with him the whole
time.  She held them to her nose and inhaled, then walked over to him and
handed them to him.  He took them, but did not follow her lead to smell
them.

   "Thank you, Kasey," he said.  He didn't know what else to say.  Order
her to put them back on?  No, she was giving a great presentation and he
promised to listen.  He held them, feeling how soft and warm they were,
while she resumed her presentation.

   She clicked to the next slide, which contained a few video clips of her
sucking on lollipops, bending over, biting her lip, arching her back,
twerking, and walking in heels.  "In addition to wearing the right clothes,
it is important to present oneself in a manner meant to entice and perhaps
even tease, again, adding to your desire and overall enjoyment.  I love to
tease with my lips and mouth and would even get my tongue pierced if you
would like."

   Michael's head was spinning.  His cock was getting hard.  Kasey's
sexuality was overwhelming.  He knew she was pretty and last night had
shocked him, but this was overstimulation.  She was a little sex machine,
fresh off the assembly line, all shiny and new and unblemished.  And his
for the taking.

   She saw the bulge in his pants and dazed look in his eyes and realized
she was succeeding.  She pressed on to the next slide.  This one included
images of her jogging, playing tennis, cooking, sitting on the couch,
laying by the pool, working, and sleeping.  Then it rolled into a gif that
kept playing over and over of a woman who looked similar to Kasey asleep in
bed with a hard cock tapping her on the face to wake her up.  Jackson had
found that one somewhere.

   The title of the slide simply read, "24/7 Access".

   "Just like getting hungry or sleepy or thirsty, a man can be horny any
time," Kasey said.  "So, by staying with you, I will be available to you
anytime you need me."

   Kasey took out a lollipop and popped it in her mouth, put her hand on
her hip, looking sassy, and said, "Any questions, sir?"

   Michael clapped.  He would have stood up, but his erection was already
too noticeable.  She had done an outstanding job.

   "That was a terrific presentation, Kasey," he said.  "You are a natural
presenter."

   "Thank you, sir," Kasey smiled.  "Does that mean you accept my proposal?
I see at least part of you approves.  I'll be happy to take care of that
for you right now, sir.  I can make it my lunch!"

   "Slow down, Kasey," he frowned.  "Yes, you got me turned on.  I can't
deny it.  But you know I can't accept your proposal."

   "Why not?"

   "Because, it's just not right."

   "You know I can't present and let you get away with saying no that
easily," she said.  "I challenge you to list two reasons why you're saying
no."

   "OK, good for you for not taking no for an answer," he smiled.  "First,
what would Megan say?  Or my wife?  I don't know if I'll ever get her back,
but I for sure won't if I'm going to bed with you every night.  And Megan
would think I'm the worst father ever."

   "I'll count that as one reason," Kasey nodded.  "Second one?"

   "It's just not right," he said.  "I'm old enough to be your dad.  I'm
your boss.  Everything about it is inappropriate."

   "There you go again," Kasey said, legitimately angry now.  "You keep
acting like I'm some naïve little girl Did you think I was naïve last
night?  Seemed like I knew what I was doing, didn't it?  Do you think I
dress like this without knowing the signals I'm giving off to you and every
man I see?  I know I'm young, barely legal, they say, but I'm not dumb. 
And I'm not in delusional or in over my head.  Can't you see that?  I can
do this.  I want to do this.  Why are you stopping me?  I'm trying to help
you."

   "How does this help me, Kasey?" he challenged.  "By finishing off my
marriage?  By alienating my daughter?  By jeopardizing my career?  You're
sexy, Kasey, but are you that good in bed to make losing all that
worthwhile?"

   "Maybe I am," Kasey said.  "You'll never know because you're too
stubborn to see that your perfect world is crumbling around you with our
without me.  You're a good man.  A respectable man.  You don't deserve to
have things implode, but your wife left you because you're too..."

   "Too what?"

   "Passive, sir," Kasey said.  "She needed excitement.  Megan needed
excitement."

   "Megan?  What does she have to do with this?"

   "Nothing, sir," Kasey said, biting her tongue.  She wanted to tell him
that Megan was probably being split in two for the 10th time in the last 24
hours by Rothman right now, but she stopped.  "But Megan didn't decide to
forget college because she's afraid, sir.  She wants something else.  She's
seeking it.  I'm seeking it.  We aren't sure what it is, but it's not
little girl fairy tale stuff.  It's real life.  Real meaning.  We both are
trying to find our passion, sir.  Your wife is too.  Can't you see, the
only one without passion in this discussion is you?  What are you
passionate about, sir?  What will make you angry?  Happy?  Consume you? 
Drive your decisions?"

   "Having a good career, being a good father, and being a good husband."

   "You did all that," Kasey said.  "I don't know if you can save your
marriage or not, but I know you can't do it unless you change."

   "I don't know, Kasey," he said, shaking his head.  "I see what you mean
about change, but do you think you're the change I need?  Come up with a
presentation that convinces me of that."

   "Yes, sir," Kasey said.  "Permission to skip lunch?  In two hours, I'll
convince you."

   "All right, Kasey," Michael said, clutching her panties.  "Two hours. 
I'm going to go to lunch.  I'll make it a long one so you have time.  I'm
going to assume these panties are mine to keep?"

   "Of course, sir," Kasey smiled.

   As soon as he left, she sat down and started jotting down ideas.  She
called Mick and Harry.  They listened to her story and then asked for time
to think.  They called back 15 minutes later.  "You have to trick him. 
Make him think you need to be trained and that, by training you, he will be
learning to be the man his wife wants him to be.  But in reality, you will
be training him how to be dominant and how to treat a submissive."

   "Yes!" Kasey said.  "That's perfect.  What about Megan?  He is worried
about what she will think."

   "Tell him you can keep it a secret," Harry said.  "You can fuck in the
car or in his office.  Or you can sneak in his room in the middle of the
night.  Hell, send Megan over to us, fuck him, then come over and join us.
You can make it work and it will be fun for you to tease him and make him
uncomfortable in front of her."

   "This is so fun!" Kasey said.  "Thank you!  You're both geniuses!"

   She hung up, called Jackson and told him she needed just a couple new
slides and yes, she'd give him another hour of her time for his trouble. 
She agreed to break it up over two or three sessions, however he wanted to
do it.

   While Kasey and Jackson worked, Michael sat in his car, sipping a drink
from a fast food restaurant.  He clutched Kasey's sweet little panties.  He
was hard again.  He wanted to jerk off all over those panties.  He wanted
to go back to the office, take the afternoon off and fuck her for about 12
hours straight.  These were the sort of crazy images and thoughts passing
through his lust-driven head.  He considered these thoughts inappropriate,
unproductive and unacceptable.  He denied the notion that this was common
thinking.  That his sexual desire and wanting to take Kasey was as natural
as his desire to take his next bite of lunch, his next thirst-quenching
drink, his next night of restful sleep.  Sure, he had thoughts like this
all the time, throughout his marriage.  He wanted to do more in bed with
Susan than he let on.  He fantasized about her and about other women as
well.  He chastised himself each time, feeling guilty, almost adulterous.

   He couldn't go back and fuck Kasey.  He knew it.  But the desire was
there more than ever.  Maybe it was because Susan had left and he was
feeling the need for contact more than usual.  Maybe he wanted to do it to
get back at Susan.  Maybe he wanted to do it because Kasey was practically
irresistible.  But he couldn't.  He had too much to lose, most importantly
his self-respect and that of his friends, family and co-workers.

   But what if Kasey was right?  What if his attempts to be perfect, the
man he thought everyone wanted him to be had backfired and it was all
coming back to haunt him now?  What if Susan leaving was just the
beginning? What if Megan's independence turned into rebellion?  What if his
home failures impacted his work and he lost his job?  What if Kasey was
right and he needed to make a change?  And what if that change started with
her?  Even as he clutched her panties and fantasized about her, it was a
big leap to think sex with Kasey would fix everything.  But he had to try,
right?  It started with resolving his marriage, one way or the other. 
Maybe Kasey could help him rediscover the man Susan fell in love with.  Or
maybe it would drive Susan farther away.  Either way, he would know right?
This life in limbo was terrible.

   And so, it was with a hard cock and open mind that Michael returned,
anxious to see Kasey's presentation and afraid of how he himself would
react to it.  His dick had already voted.  Would his heart and mind agree?

   He thought clearly enough to realize that his body would betray him in
his current state.  He was strong-willed, but sitting here with Kasey's
panties in his hand, he knew he would fuck her if he went back right now.
He called Susan.  He needed to hear her voice.

   "Hello Michael," she answered.  Not overly friendly, but she had
answered right away.  That was a good sign.  "How are you?"

   "I'm OK," he said.  "How are you?"

   "I'm pretty good," she said.  He could hear the smile in her voice. 
That stung a little, but he appreciated that she had at least refrained
from saying she was "fucking fantastic" or "never better." No matter what
happened, he appreciated that she would be civil and believed they would
always care for each other.  "Have you heard from Megan?"

   "Not today," Michael said.  "But I know they were supposed to meet
early. They had a pretty tight schedule.  I think she will get some down
time tonight before they fly back tomorrow."

   "That's good.  Do you mind if I have dinner with her tomorrow night?"

   "Of course not," Michael said.  "She's an adult.  It's not like we have
to have to have a schedule for visitation or anything.  I don't want this
to be difficult.  I hope you know that."

   "I know," she said.  "I appreciate it."

   "And if you want to have dinner with me sometime, we can do that too,"
he said.

   "I don't know, Michael," she said, taking a deep breath.  He knew that
sound.  She wanted to be careful what she said, but she also had something
to say.  "I have to let you know, I'm enjoying my freedom right now.  I
don't know how long that will last, but for now it's the break I needed."

   "I understand," he said.  "Take your time."

   "And I want you to know I am thinking about going out with someone," she
said.  That was the part she was hesitant to say, he could tell.  "I don't
know that anything will happen.  But I don't know that anything won't
either.  I'm sorry.  I don't mean to hurt you."

   "It's OK,' Michael sighed.  "I appreciate you being honest.  These are
probably conversations we should have had sooner.  Maybe I could have been
the man you needed me to be."

   "You have been a wonderful husband," she said.  "You did nothing wrong.
I can't explain it.  I just need something else and I'm not even sure I
know what that is.  I just knew something was missing with us.  It's no
one's fault.  There's nothing wrong with you.  But there's nothing wrong
with me either.  It took me awhile to realize that."

   "I understand," Michael said.  "I think we both can benefit from a
break. Maybe that helps us get together and be stronger than ever.  Or it
shows us that it's time for it to end.  I don't know that, but I'm going to
keep an open mind."

   "I am too."

   "And anything that either of us does during this break is part of that
discovery," he said.  "No harm.  No regrets.  I want you to enjoy your date
and whatever that leads to.  Just be safe.  Be happy."

   "You too, Michael," she said.  "You're a good man.  You deserve to be
happy too.  Do something wild and crazy.  There will be no judgment from
me. You will always have my friendship and support, no matter what.  I will
never stop caring about you."

   Michael hung up the phone.  It had been emotional for both of them, but
it was the conversation they needed to have.  They had mutual permission to
do what they needed to do to find themselves.  The hope was they would
either both want to get back together or both want to split.  Either way,
they wanted happiness for one another.  As difficult as a breakup like this
was, they couldn't be making it any easier on each other.  That was a
reflection of their respect and caring for one another, as well as their
maturity and honesty.  What could have been toxic was actually pretty
pleasant and a relief.

   Though Susan had given Michael permission to do something crazy, he
didn't take that as a pass to do something with Kasey.  He doubted she
would sign off on that decision.  But he no longer feared that having sex
with Kasey would be the reason he lost Susan if, indeed, he did.  She might
not approve, but she wouldn't divorce him over it.  So Susan was no longer
a hurdle.  Kasey was certainly not a hurdle.  His job and Megan, those were
hurdles.  The largest, though, was his own morals.  What did he really
believe?  Would he regret having sex with Kasey?  Or would he regret not
doing it sooner?

   He couldn't talk to Megan or Rothman to clear the air the way he had
with Susan.  So, he had gathered all the information he could so far.  It
was time to go back and see what else Kasey had to say.  Was there really
any reason for him to do this under than a few minutes of pleasure?  If the
answer was no, he needed to be strong.  And if the answer was yes, he
needed to be all in, no regrets, no looking back.  It wouldn't be fair to
himself nor to Kasey.  She was a young woman who didn't deserve to be used
or have her emotions played with.  He would be a gentleman no matter what,
he reassured himself.

   He went back to the offensive feeling excited and apprehensive.  Usually
once he analyzed things, he was prepared and confident for a meeting.  But
this was different.  This was Kasey.  This wasn't about numbers and data.
As much as he tried, he couldn't find a way to make this process strictly
rational.

   While Michael was doing his best to analyze his upcoming decision, Kasey
was doing her best to make sure she convinced him once and for all.  As a
student, she looked at this like her semester final.  She had to ace this
one to prove all her work thus far was worth it, that she had learned and
could apply what she learned.  About half an hour before Michael's return,
she got the call from the front desk.  Darrell was here.  "Please send him
up," Kasey said.

   Darrell, the mid-30s pizza delivery man who was a fringe part of the
school, was making a special delivery.  When she had the idea, Kasey had
reached out to Mick and Harry.  They immediately dispatched Darrell, who
had earned their trust.  The slightly chubby man came off the elevator
holding a small bag.  Kasey greeted him with appropriate professionalism
for anyone watching, then led him to Michael's office, closing the door
behind them.

   She gave him a big hug and kiss on the lips.  "It's so good to see you,"
she said, bubbly and happy.  "Thank you so much for bringing this on such
short notice."

   "My pleasure," Darrell said.  "Mmm, you look better every time I see
you, Kasey."

   "Thank you, sir," Kasey smiled.  She opened the bag and pulled out
exactly what she had asked for: A ball gag, a collar and leash, fur-lined
handcuffs, and a butt plug.  She squealed in delight, then turned to
Darrell, "Um, sir, I have about 20 minutes before Mr.  Brandt returns.  I'm
sorry I don't have more time, but I would very much like to thank you for
doing this for me.  May I please suck your cock, sir?"

   "Put the collar and leash on first," Darrell said, unbuttoning his
pants.

   "Yes, sir," Kasey said.  She put on the bright red dog collar with the
matching red leash attached to a gold ring on the collar.  "It's on sir. 
May I be your bitch now, sir?"

   Darrell pushed her to her knees and grabbed the leash close to her neck
as he jerked her toward him.  He was half erect and it took only a few
licks to get him fully hard.  Kasey looked up at him the entire time,
sucking and bobbing her head, her pace and depth monitored by Darrell's
firm grip on the leash.  He gripped her ponytail with his other hand as he
worked his cock into her throat.  He knew he didn't have a lot of time, so
he didn't try to make it last.  Normally he would have liked to pull out,
rub his cock on her face, slap her cheeks, make her suck his balls.  But in
this case he just kept pumping into her sweet mouth, staring down at the
lovely blonde who seemed to be enjoying this almost as much as he was.  Her
love of cocksucking seemed genuine and it turned him on.

   When Darrell came, as much as he wanted to shoot his white cum all over
that little black skirt and boldly mark his territory, he knew she had a
big meeting coming up.  So, he came in directly in her mouth, letting her
suck out every last drop and swallow it all.  No mess.

   Before he left, Kasey removed the collar and leash and then asked him to
put the butt plug in her ass, a task he happily took on.  "Where are your
panties?" he asked.

   "I gave them to Mr.  Brandt," Kasey smiled.  "Was that bad of me?"

   "Very," Darrell laughed.  "Call me anytime you need a delivery, Kasey."

   "You know I will, sir," Kasey smiled, walking him out, very aware of the
butt plug in her ass.

   Kasey hurried back into the office, placing the bag of toys under one of
the chairs at the small meeting table.  She drank some water, rinsing the
remnants of Darrell's cum down her throat, then gargled some mouth wash in
the bathroom.  She checked her hair and clothes, then lifted her skirt and
looked over her shoulder, happy to see the shiny diamond-design tip of the
butt plug exposed between her cheeks.  She went back and ran through the
very brief presentation one last time, then awaited Michael's return.

   Michael parked the car in the office lot and looked once more at the
impossibly small and sexy g-string in his hand.  In a rare act of
impulsiveness, he hung them on the rearview mirror and walked back into the
building, trying to think of anything but the sweet smooth pussy that
g-string had held.

   "How was your lunch, sir?" Kasey asked when he came back in the office.

   "Very good, thank you," he said.  "Did you have time to eat?"

   Kasey fought back a giggle, thinking of Darrell's cock and the load he
had given her, which served as her only lunch.  "Yes, sir," she said.  "I
had a quick lunch.  It was yummy."

   "Good," he said.  "Well, the floor is yours.  I promise I will do my
best to keep an open mind."

   "I appreciate that, sir," she said.  "Before lunch, you acknowledged
that maybe you need to make some changes, but challenged me to prove that
I'm the change you need.  I thought about it realized that there's nothing
that I can offer that another assistant couldn't.  Anyone could help you
with your appointments, your emails, your laundry, your errands, and meals.
Many would be more qualified than, me, in fact."

   Not with a body like that, Michael thought, but he kept his mouth
closed, realizing that Kasey wasn't putting herself down, but setting up
for a new direction and explanation of why he needed her.  It was a good
strategy.  She had natural presenting and sales skills.

   "But I do think you need a hobby, a distraction, if you will, sir,"
Kasey said.  "With Megan now doing her own thing, even though she still
lives with you, you have less of her activities to attend.  No tennis
matches or school events.  She is independent in many ways.  She needs you
as much as ever, but not for as many hours a week.  We already discussed
your marriage and it's safe to say that you both need time.  What you don't
need is time to dwell and overthink things.  I know you like to analyze
things and have a plan.  But I urge you to make that plan for something
other than your personal life.  That needs time to breathe, sir.  But the
fact remains, you still need an assistant and you still have needs beyond
which a normal assistant might be willing to provide - although I must say
I know many women who would love to be with you, sir."

   "Thank you, Kasey," Michael said.

   "But," Kasey said, finally launching the presentation.  The first slide
was a bubble chart with three intersecting circles.  One circle was labeled
office assistant.  Another was labeled personal assistant and the third was
labeled sex partner.  For presentation purposes only, each circle had 100
available candidates for each task, but the intersection included just 10.
"These are rough estimates, sir, because I did not have time to research.
But let's assume you could have your pick of 100 people for each of these
roles.  But not all could work for you night and day.  And not all, despite
your attractiveness, would be interested in being your sex partner.  So,
let's say 10 percent would be willing and able to perform all three tasks.
That puts me in a small group, sir.  But still, that's a lot of completion.
Do you need me, or just someone like me?"

   She paused, then went to the next slide which showed four gifs.  One gif
was her trying to suck on a dildo and gagging as it hit the back of her
throat.  Another was her trying to dance on a stripper pole and slipping
and falling.  Another was her trying to insert a dildo in her ass and
looking shocked and pained at the camera.  He smiled and chuckled.

   "Why you need me, sir," she smiled, "is because I need you.  I realized
I want to be all these things for you, but I do not excel at any of them.
So, sir, you need me because I'm the hobby you need.  I'm the distraction.
You can train me, teach me.  I'm your project, sir."

   She went to the next slide, which included a gif of her choking on an
actual cock while bound and restrained.  It wasn't really her, but Jackson
had found a clip of a porn star with a similar body and then selected a
portion of the clip where the face wasn't identifiable.  If Michael studied
it long, he would realize it wasn't her, but the intent wasn't so much to
deceive as it was to illustrate.

   "I had a boyfriend briefly, an older man," Kasey said, telling a story
she had made up during his lunch.  "He was into rough sex and bondage and
role play.  He loved talking dirty and calling me names.  I didn't mind it,
but it was hard to get used to so I think I acted surprised, which he
didn't like.  He wanted me to play along.  I tried hard to learn, to be
what he wanted, but I struggled, as you can see.  He got frustrated and
bored with me and moved on to someone else."

   "I'm sorry, Kasey."

   "It's OK, sir," she said.  "It was a learning experience.  But, as you
can see, I need to learn these things.  You need something fun to do. 
That, sir, is why you need me."

   "But I'm not really into rough sex like that," Michael said.

   "Is that because you don't like it or you haven't tried it, sir?" Kasey
challenged.  "Maybe if you try it you'll find your old self, the man she
fell in love with, sir."

   It was a bold statement, one she knew could end the meeting abruptly if
he was angry or offended.  He seemed a bit stunned, but not angry.  Like he
was thinking.  Screw analysis and planning, she thought.  She reached in
the bag, put on the collar and got on her hands and knees, crawling to him
with the leash between her teeth.  She sat up at his knees, hands up like a
puppy dog's paws, head down, eyes up, looking at him with a pouty mouth and
puppy dog eyes.  She was begging for it.

   Michael could no longer resist.  He took the leash from her mouth and
pulled her up to her feet.  He kissed her hard on the mouth and whispered
in her ear, "We have tonight and most of tomorrow until Megan gets back. 
We'll call it a trial run and see where we stand tomorrow night."

   "Yes, sir," Kasey breathed, blown away by his kiss and his partial
acceptance of the plan.  She wanted to ask him if she could suck his cock,
but that would demonstrate some of her training.  She needed to act the way
should would have just a couple weeks ago.  She to be reluctant but willing
at first, then enthusiastic but awkward.  She had to let him train.  She
had to ask questions and make mistakes.  She knew he probably wouldn't fuck
her ass first, but she decided to show him anyway, to plant the seed.  "Um,
sir, I brought a few other toys.  Would you like to see them?"

   "Sure, Kasey," he said, still holding the leash.  "Show me what you
brought."

   Kasey walked back to the bag with Michael holding the leash.  She pulled
out the ball gag and showed him.  "Um, in case you needed me to be quiet
while you worked, sir," she said.

   "Very good idea," he nodded.  "Wouldn't want anyone to hear you crying
out or anything."

   She pulled out the fur-lined cuffs.  Having been cuffed himself last
night during the massage, he was not surprised that she had these.  "If I'm
bad or you need me to stay put?" she shrugged innocently.

   "Certainly a useful toy," he acknowledged.  "Any more?"

   "Just one, sir," she said.  She turned around, bent over at the waist
and pulled her skirt up to her waist.  She spread her ass cheeks and he saw
the butt plug.  "I've never, well, my ex tried to, but I was too tight. 
Anyway, I thought you might want to and read that this helps a girl
prepare. Um, if you want it, sir."

   "That's a very generous offer," he said.  He put his hand on her ass
cheek and gave it gentle squeeze.  Come on, slap it and grope it, Kasey
urged in her head.  But his touch was gentle, respectful.  Maybe it was too
soon.  Maybe it was being at work.  Getting him to take her and own her was
going to be a challenge.  "Maybe later, though."

   "Any time, sir," she said.  "Do you want me to call you sir or mister or
master or daddy?"

   "Daddy?"

   "Ew, not like you're my dad but like you're my daddy, you know, you own
me, you are in charge," Kasey said, well aware that she seemed like she was
teaching him more than he was teaching her.  She had to watch that, but she
was beginning to think she was going to have to handcuff him again and make
him fuck her.  He was seriously messed up.  She felt it was her mission to
fuck him as many times as it took to help him regain his sanity.

   "I see," he said.  "Well, um, sir sounds good.  Or mister.  I don't much
like master, but you can try daddy if you want.  I'm undecided on that
one."

   Undecided.  This man was so wishy-washy.  She offered him three holes
most men would jump at the chance to fill and he couldn't even decide what
dirty talk he would find palatable.  Kasey truly cared for him but she
could understand Susan's frustrations.

   "Yes, mister," she said.  "Is there anything I can do to be of, well,
use to you currently?  Something with your job or, um, other needs? 
Daddy?"

   Most men would have ripped her clothes off and fucked her over the desk
or table by now.  Michael was not most men.  Even though he was clearly
aroused, he was still thinking.  "Let's think about this," he said.  "I am
horny right now, which clouds my thinking.  Let's fuck so I can cum and
recalibrate my brain.  Then, we can finish the work day and make our plans
for tonight."

   Recalibrate?  Plans?  Kasey was beginning to think she would have to
submit paperwork and make calendar appointments with agendas just to get
him to finally fuck her.  He would probably want someone to take minutes
and write a report.

   "Of course, sir," she said.  "Um, how do you want to fuck me?"

   "Holding your panties all through lunch, all I could think about was
that little pussy," he said, finally sounding like a man with some balls.

   "You want this little pussy?" she teased, holding up her skirt and
showing him the bald mound and pink lips.  "It belongs to you, sir."

   "Yeah, I suppose it does," he said, sounding surprised.

   She leaned forward and kissed his neck and whispered in his ear.  "Take
it, mister," she said.  "Any way you want it, sir.  Any position.  Teach me
how to please you, daddy."

   "Take off your clothes," he said, stepping back to watch.  There was
suddenly a depth to his voice, it was guttural, stern.

   Without responding, Kasey slowly removed her sweater.  She watched him,
watching her.  He was no longer calm and half-smiling.  Now he was looking
intently at her, staring at her belly and breasts as they came into view.
His gaze was intense.  His lips were slightly parted.  He looked like a
predator studying its prey.  The change in his appearance was startling,
but also kind of exciting.  Maybe there was some animal instinct and desire
left in him after all, she thought.

   She wriggled her hips as she shimmied out of the tight skirt, leaving
only the collar, leash, butt plug, and black pumps as adornments on her
body.

   "Should I remove the butt plug, sir?" she asked meekly.

   "Not until I'm ready to replace it with something else," he said.  His
tone and demeanor were totally different.  It was crazy.  The change was so
sudden and complete that it was kind of scary.  He seemed darker, but more
himself, like all this time his sweet but withdrawn demeanor was just a
façade.

   He took the leash and pulled her to him, kissing her on the mouth, neck
and breasts, his hands on her waist and ass.  He pulled her to his desk,
pushed laptop out of the way, and pushed her on her back.  He held the
leash in his teeth as he dropped his pants and put her legs up on his
shoulders.  He looked down at her, analyzing her body.  His gaze was
different from last night, Kasey thought.  Then he had looked at her like
he was admiring her beauty.  Now he looked at her like she was a delicious
piece of meat that he intended to devour.  She didn't recognize this man,
had never seen this side of him.  Had he snapped?  Was he in his right
mind? It was scary, but, god, it was so exciting too.  She was equal parts
afraid and excited to see what he would do to her.

   He ran his hands down the insides of her thighs, smiling as she
trembled. She could see his cock was extremely hard, yet he seemed to be
less excited about the moment of entry than she was.  She couldn't wait. 
She needed it.  He seemed quite content - indeed intent - on taking his
time, despite his earlier indication that he needed to knock out a quickie
to clear his head.  The reality was, she thought he seemed to be thinking
more clearly now.  He was in total control of his actions.  She thought she
might unleash a wild, frantic, horny man long overdue for release. 
Instead, she had unlocked something else entirely.

   He stroked her thighs and pussy lips, then finally pulled her lips apart
and took a long, close look at her pussy.  It was pussy now.  He held her
apart while he rubbed his thumbs up and down along her opening.  She
squirmed, wanting something - his fingers, his cock, anything - to push
inside her.  But he was taking his time.  Her desires were of no
consequence to him.  She could see that in his face, his actions.  He was
almost the exact opposite of the caring man he had been 15 minutes ago,
with the only exception being that he was still remarkably calm.  He should
have been tearing into her, fucking her with insane lust and desire. 
Instead, he was taking his time for no other reason that he wanted to and
there was no one who was going to make him do anything differently.

   Kasey was like putty in his hands, her thighs quivering, her pussy a
wet, juicy mess of desire and need.  Her nipples ached, sticking straight
up in the air.  She felt like one thrust inside her with that big cock
would make her cum.  Maybe even just the tip.  Maybe just a finger.  She
was so ready.

   Finally, he put his index finger inside her like he was poking the
middle of a pie.  She gasped at his touch.  He held his finer inside her,
only up to the first knuckle.  She wanted the finger.  More fingers.  The
whole fist.  But he didn't seem to notice.  He was enjoying watching her
pussy clamp around his finger, loving the feel of her velvety softness and
intense heat.

   He put the finger to his lips and tasted her.  She watched his
expression.  It wasn't exactly a smile, but he was pleased, she could tell.
He knelt down and put his mouth to her pussy.  He kissed the lips, then
nibbled them, then licked them.  She was on fire as he pulled her lips
apart and kissed her hole, then licked inside her, lapping up and down like
she was a Popsicle.  His tongue covered her entire slit and finished with a
slurp across her clit.  Kasey bucked her hips off the table, pushing
herself toward him, urging his tongue inside her.

   He didn't give in to her urgings.  He ate her at his pace, but it did
the job.  He continued to lick and suck on her juicy cunt until she came.
She cried out as she came, then fell silent, her body rigid for a moment,
then relaxing.  He stood up, stepped forward and put the tip of his cock
inside her.  He had showed her that he could control her pussy with his
fingers and mouth.  Now he was going to teach her exactly how her pussy was
meant to be used

   He held the tip inside her as he leaned forward and kissed her neck and
sucked on her nipples.  She moaned and thrust her hips, trying to get him
further inside her.  "Patience, little slut," he said.  "That's my pussy. I
fuck it when I want, how I want.  Now hold still or I won't fuck it all. 
You want me to stop before you cum again?"

   "Nooo," she moaned.

   "No who?"

   "No, daddy," she said.  "I need to cum again.  Please, mister."

   He pulled his cock out and tapped her pussy mound with it.  He was so
hard and big.  It was like he was hitting her with a steel rod.  "I'm
daddy, sir, mister, right?" he didn't wait for a response.  "Well, this, my
dear, you can call 'master'," he said, referring to his cock.  "You call it
master or cock.  It's your master because it owns your body know.  By the
end of the night, it will have marked its territory in every hole.  You
will bow to it, serve it, and worship it."

   "Yes sir," she whimpered.  "I love my master.  I will worship it and
serve it forever."

   The second she said "forever", he thrust into her, full force, balls
deep, lifting her off the desk with the force of his entry.  Kasey absorbed
the blow by wrapping her arms around his broad shoulders and holding on. 
He dropped her legs off his shoulders and she wrapped them around his
waist. She embraced him with her arms, legs, and pussy, which clamped on
tight to his angry cock.  He filled her little pussy with it and he slowed
down, raising up momentarily to enjoy the sight of her pussy extending each
time he pulled back, those lips so tight around him that it was a like a
vacuum seal.  He laughed and thrust back into her as she once again
embraced him, moaning and gasping as he hammered away at her overmatched
pussy.

   "You better cum before I do, slut," he said.  "You won't like the
punishment if you don't." Punished if she didn't cum?  That was a new one,
Kasey thought.  Being brutally fucked, manhandled, dominated and ordered to
cum?  This was the submissive life she could get used to.  His sheer power
and dominance overwhelmed her and she came twice more before he finally
pulled out and unleashed a massive load.  Yes, she had drained him last
night, but it had been a long time since he'd had a proper fuck.  Last
night had been maintenance.  This was full on wreck-the-hot-little-pussy
fucking and his load demonstrated how overdue he really was.  His spray
left globs of thick white cum on her belly button, forehead, and all points
in between.

   "That's how I fuck my pussy," he said.  "Get used to it, slut."

   He marched off to the restroom, leaving her a cum-covered mess.  She
assumed he would bring back a towel or something, so she hurriedly starting
scooping the cum into her mouth.  That's where it belonged.  Not wasted on
a towel.

   As her head slowly cleared, she wondered what had changed.  How could he
snap so suddenly?  Would this be how he treated her all the time, or was
this a Jekyll and Hyde situation?  It was almost like multiple
personalities.  She thought about how calculated he had been, though, even
when he finally fucked her.  That part of him was like the same old
Michael.

   Then Kasey thought about Megan and realized she was the same way.  Once
she developed a plan and accepted it as the right path, she was all in, no
matter how much trepidation or reluctance she might display in reaching
that point.  Michael had analyzed his decision with maddening hesitation
and waffling.  That's why his intensity after making the decision was so
surprising.  But he must have been the same way Megan had been about
starting all this in the first place: develop the plan, analyze, calculate,
never rush to judgement or act impulsively.  But once the decision is made,
do it full force, no looking back.

   "Liked that, didn't you bitch?" Michael said as he came back out.  "Good
slut, eat up all that cum.  Don't miss a drop.  Then get dressed.  We're
taking the rest of the day and tomorrow off.  There's a lot of things I'm
going to do to you before our trial period runs out tomorrow."

   "Yes, mister," Kasey said, wondering what would happen when the trial
period ran out and Megan came back.  Would he transform back into the
ho-hum Michael magically?  Was that possible?  Could he control his actions
that much?  A day ago he seemed like a very ordinary, nice, polite but
somewhat boring man.  Now, he was the most mysterious man she had never
met. She had no idea what to expect.  She had to be ready for anything. 
"Um, and thank you, master," she added, looking at his softening cock as he
pulled up his pants.

   "Mister and Master," she mused internally.  "Looks like I've unleashed
two beasts." She couldn't wait for them both to tame her, destroy her,
devour her or do whatever else her new "daddy" had in mind.  She hoped
Megan was having half as much fun as she was.