Authors note.
I wrote this fairly quickly as it had been rattling around in my head for a while. Some may find it distressing to read. It was certainly unpleasant to put into words but I felt the need to get it down and so I have.
I have deliberately note said what was written on the piece of paper as I wanted you to think for yourselves what it might have said.
As always please comment or give feedback and please try to keep it constructive if it's negative. One word comments are totally uninformative and often downright rude.
Thanks for reading.
Fliccy.
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Veronica Smith held open the Limo's door and waited outside the offices of Mathers & Kent for Mr Mathers as patiently as she could. She had already been standing there for nearly an hour and was getting seriously bored.
Henry the security guard eyed her up and down for the umpteenth time. Ogling her long legs and well displayed cleavage. She gave him a hard look that he ignored as he rubbed his crotch and grinned at her.
She looked away in embarrassment, not for the first time she berated herself for taking the job offer and agreeing to its conditions.
Two years ago she had been at university studying for a degree in history, a subject she had thought she was good at. Only she hadn't been good enough and was close to being kicked off her course with massive student loans to pay off and nothing to show for it. She had practically jumped at the chance to get a paying job when Mr Mathers had offered it to her and hadn't really read all the fine print of the six year contract she had signed. A contract that specifically said she had to wear her uniform at ALL times. Not just at work but even on her days off.
For nearly two years now she hadn't worn anything else but the prescribed uniform. Her closet consisted of outfits she couldn't wear and eight exact duplicates of what she was wearing now.
As Mr Mathers driver she had what at first glance was a sexualised chauffer's outfit but it was more than just sexy, it was downright sluttish. A light grey jacket and skirt with black stockings, flat pointy toed shoes and a standard looking grey and black chauffers hat all sounded okay at first. However the jacket was fitted and tailored for her, emphasising her small waist and fairly large breasts with a significant plunging V that showed some of her bra and all of her cleavage. The skirt was a mini in the A-line style that only just hid the tops of her stockings, any movement showed her stocking tops off and displayed almost all of her long shapely legs and if she bent over in the slightest it showed a good deal more, letting anyone behind her see the twin curves of her bum cheeks and the small thong she wore that barely covered her vaginal lips let alone the rest of it.
Naturally she had objected when it had been presented to her and she had been told the exact nature of the requirements, but she had quickly learned that the contract was iron clad and if she wanted the very large pay check she was to receive she had no choice.
Harry's hand was still on his groin and he was still staring at her when she looked back at him with a resigned sigh. She was almost getting used to the way men and some women ogled her now a days.
Alexander Mathers came into view, walking with his regular secretary and a girl that looked a couple of years younger than Veronica. The girl was dressed like a tarty schoolgirl, with a short tartan mini skirt and a nearly skin-tight see through blouse. Her small breasts jiggled as she walked and Ronnie could clearly tell she wasn't wearing a bra as the group approached.
"Ah, Ronnie... help Sarah in would you." Said her employer with a smile.
She knew the routine and didn't show her distaste as she let the girl get in, slide across the large back seat and then wait for Veronica to lean in and buckle her seatbelt. The action of leaning in and having to put one knee on the back seat to reach the seatbelt gave everyone behind her a good view up her short skirt and displayed her barely covered pussy to all of them.
The girl. Sarah. Gave her an apologetic look, they both knew the play by now and understood that they didn't have much of a choice.
Ronnie gave Sarah the same look back as she knew that the teenager was a nice person who was only doing this to get her father out of debt and that Sarah was going to have to do a good deal more than Ronnie to get that.
So far, Veronica hadn't had a hand laid on her and she was grateful of the fact because she honestly didn't know how she would handle it if it happened. The job was good in some ways and had already paid off more than half her student loans. It was a constant worry for her that Mr Mathers would try something on with her and make her loose her job. One thing she was sure of was that she wouldn't do what Sarah was about to.
*****
Traffic was light for London as Veronica drove out of the city and headed down the motorway towards the Kentish countryside. Driving was a pleasure for her and the expensive luxury Limo responded well as she accelerated down the road.
Her father had taught her everything he knew, treating her like a son because all he had really understood was being a rally driver. Veronica had reached fourteen before she fully realised that she had next to nothing in common with other girls, being more comfortable with stripping an engine or sliding a car around a corner with enviable skill than wearing makeup and whatever fashionable clothes were in that year.
A muffled yelp from the passenger area made Ronnie check her rear view mirror. Adjusting it slightly to see what was happening.
She fumed silently as she saw Sarah being fucked up her bum. Mr Mathers had a hand over her mouth as he shoved his large cock in her ass.
