The story so far...
In the first instalment of
It's a Man's World
proud corporate feminist Toni LaCroix gave in her desires and auditioned to become the sex slave of a mysterious rich, playboy.
In the second instalment, Toni met Master Alex and passed her second audition with flying colors. Now it's time to sign on the dotted line...
Chapter 3: Contract
"These things happen!" Roman said, clapping Muller on the back when Toni slipped into the conference room, late, apologising profusely. The meeting had come and gone, she'd arrived just time in time for celebratory drinks. She felt a burning shame that she had missed it after losing track of time whilst masturbating. Again. She'd missed one of the most important meetings in her life because she couldn't help herself.
"Personal emergency," Toni said. She felt nervous; Roman Schache III, Chairman of Schache & Rust bank, was an intimidating man. Broad shouldered -- and waisted -- he looked like he could sweep her up in a bear hug and snap her like a twig. He looked like the kind of old school, boys club type gentlemen who would leer at young interns and grope his secretary.
But he didn't. He happened to be the campest, friendliest man she'd ever met.
"Sit with me Toni, darling!" Roman said. "She's great isn't she, Muller?"
"Yes, well, she's a bit of a star," Muller replied smiling. Toni could see he was grinding his teeth. "You know she pitched three clients during her interview. She got them all onboard in her first week. She might be unorthodox, but her performance is off the charts."
"That's what I like to hear!" Roman cackled. "Schache & Rust only hire the best!"
It had all been a coincidence. Call it fate, call it luck, the fact was she hadn't planned any of it. She'd bumped into Roman's niece at the gym, got chatting and the rest was history.
Now Rust City's biggest company -- and one of the fastest growing banks in America -- were set to sign a contract with Brax & Muller Financial Consultants to partner on a new initiative to help the city's brightest and best female entrepreneurs and women-led start-ups find their feet in the world of business.
It was her brain-child, her idea, and the signing of the contract was the reason she'd be going home with a million-dollar bonus.
"God knows how you got Roman to sign off on this..." Muller had sneered at her over the past week. But it didn't matter now, the deal was done; the contract signed.
Now Muller was preening over his champagne glasses at the reporters, a sly grin on his face. God, he was an asshole, Toni thought to herself. She was glad she hadn't missed the celebrations.
Just five minutes after she arrived, Toni's phone rang. No caller ID: she felt butterflies in her stomach again.
"May I take this, Roman?" she asked, smiling sweetly.
"Of course!" The man laughed. Toni nodded thankfully and hurried out of the room, pressing the phone to her ear as soon as she was out in the corridor.
"Hello?" she said.
The call was short. The familiar velvet voice of Ms Paris informed her of a time she was to visit and bid her good luck. Amid the butterflies in her stomach, Toni thanked her and promised to be there.
She looked in through the glass windows of the conference room, seeing all her co-workers guzzling champagne, celebrating her victory,
her
triumph. The highlight of her career. Even Muller was smiling. There was even a journalist from one of those financial magazines there, soaking it all up.
She liked to think she'd changed the face of Rust City, especially for the city's women. The deal was being lauded in feminist outlets across the country; they were tweeting about it, asking how it could be replicated in another cities, in other countries. She was every bit the rising star she was being portrayed as.
If only they knew she it all meant nothing compared to her desire to submit to a man.
When she returned to the room, the journalist pounced. Kelly had told Toni about her; her name was Jane Robinson and she had a fearsome reputation. Her reporting had led to the resignation of three Rust City businessmen.
"Would you say you're an inspiration to girls and women everywhere?" The woman asked.
"I..." Toni stammered. She saw Ms Paris in her mind's eye. Roman swooped in, putting a hand on Toni's shoulder.
"Of course she is!" he laughed. Robinson smiled coldly. She was a cold woman in general, prim and proper. Everything about her was impeccable, from the crisp, red lipstick she wore, to the tight bun of her hair and the immaculate pinstripe blazer.
"What's next for you, Toni?" Robinson asked. Toni froze. What's next?
"Next? Why don't we celebrate this step forward before we start trying to run." Roman said. Toni felt a stab of irritation and rolled her eyes. He didn't need to answer for her, she could handle herself. She cleared her throat.
"
Thankyou, Roman
." She said, sharply. "My focus at present is ensuring the next generation of women and girls in business have the best chance to succeed." She smiled icily back at the reporter.
Robinson nodded, and Toni imagined Alexander fucking her; Robinson's eyes bulging as he pulled her hair; thrusting into her, pencil skirt pushed up past her waist, pantyhose torn open.
She was still imagining it when she left the highway and began pulling up Alexander's driveway. She sighed.
"What's next for you, Toni?" Robinson gasped in her imagination, Alex's cock deep inside her.
The question was still swimming in her mind as she sat back, staring up at the Saint-Clair estate. Next to her, on the passenger seat, sat her contract. It'd be given to her at the conclusion of her interview with Alexander. She'd been told to take it home, read it and sign it.
She read it from page to page that night and signed it before breakfast. Now here she was, ready for her submission. She'd told Kelly she was taking herself on a retreat to celebrate the Schache deal. Ha. If only.
She got out of her car and strolled towards the house, lugging her suitcase behind her. It was so loud on the gravel after three feet she decided to just pick it up and carry it. Underneath her business attire, she was wearing the most expensive lingerie she could find. Truth be told, it turned her on to go shopping for luxury clothing, knowing -- hoping -- that it would be ruined. She wanted nothing more than to be drenched in Gucci only to destroy it by being drenched in cum. Or sweat. Or... whatever else he wanted to drench her in.
The door opened before she'd finished climbing the steps, but instead of the maid who answered previously, Toni was greeted by someone very different. She gasped.
A gimp stood before her. A tall, slender woman who was completely naked save for a pair of thigh high stockings, a collar and a black, leather hood covering her face. A long, wavy blonde ponytail sprouted from the top of the hood and cascaded down her back. It gave the dark leather of the mask a sort of golden halo, as the light from inside the house made her hair glow.
The woman beckoned for Toni to follow her. After a moment, Toni stepped inside. The Gimp shut the front door behind her and strode into the house. She brought Toni to the same room she'd been interviewed in, with it's adjacent bedroom and bathroom. Both doors were closed, and a couch, a crisp, leather sofa, had been moved into the room.
Ms Paris sat on the couch, naked as always, a pair of glasses perched on the bridge of her nose. She looked up at Toni when she arrived, and shut a laptop that had been sitting on her lap, putting it to the side. Toni noticed a pair of clover clamps biting into her breasts, just behind her nipples. They looked so pretty, glinting in the light.
"Miss La Croix," she said, smiling broadly. Toni felt a flush of warmth at the older woman's smile. "How was the drive?"
"Road was a little wet," Toni said, before cursing herself for sharing such a boring detail. Ms Paris didn't need to hear about how damp the forest was.
"It's not the only thing. I see you've met the Gimp."
