'Take a seat in the anteroom again, please, Miss Davis. Mr Garth will be with you shortly.'
It was three minutes to six. Paul Garth's PA was the same woman who'd greeted Claire that morning. Claire was dressed in her new outfit now though, a knee-length skirt setting off the pleasant curve of her hips against her narrower waist, and her breasts emphasised by a short jacket in the same colour, opening over a plain white blouse. She was very conscious of her lack of underwear, but tried not to show it.
'You can leave that contract with me if you like.' The PA pointed at the papers in Claire's left hand.
'Um, it's OK, I'll give it back to Mr Garth myself.' Claire wasn't sure why she said this -- maybe she would still back out at the last moment, and she also didn't know whether the PA knew what was in it anyway, come to think of it.
'Up to you,' said the PA smiling. 'I'm Susan Garth, by the way, Paul's wife, and I know exactly what's in the papers. If you were going to say no, you wouldn't be dressed like that and standing here, now, but I know it might feel better to commit at the last moment. Paul will just pass the papers to me though.'
Now it was Claire's turn to suddenly smile and relax. She warmed to Susan immediately, and she remembered both what Charu had said about who was the organiser of the whole enterprise, and the warm feeling she still had inside from her massage and sexual encounter with the girls.
She laid the papers on the desk in front of Susan, nodded once, turned and walked into Paul Garth's outer office.
The first thing that she noticed was that the statue of Venus that Paul had dwelt on so suggestively that morning was gone; there was merely an empty coffee table in the centre of the room. The second thing was Paul himself, entering the room from his office before she even had a chance to sit down.
'Miss Davies,' he began, smiling and looking her directly in the eye, 'I'm very pleased to see you again. I understand you have decided to accept my offer and sign the contract.' He walked confidently across the room towards her, but stopped a few metres away, almost where she remembered him greeting her and caressing the statue of Venus this morning. That suddenly seemed a long time ago. Paul Garth looked every inch the Alpha male and bank owner he was.
'I need to hear you say yes myself though, while looking me in the eye.' As he said this his own eyes drifted deliberately and slowly down her body, taking in her new outfit and dwelling briefly on the pleasing rise of her generous young tits under her blouse and jacket, and the elegant curve of her hips beneath her skirt.
'You'll doubtless have heard from the other girls that I have my own ways of taking advantage of my half of this contract. It's about my pleasure, and the success of the bank, and I don't begin to pretend otherwise. I enjoy women most when they're enjoying themselves too, that's true, but I still do what I want with you and the way I want it whenever I want.
'And I expect you to do what I tell you, and do it well. Whether is preparing a presentation or sucking my cock. Anna probably told you the kind of thing that happens to girls who make mistakes around here, and most girls make mistakes at least once in their year with me.' He had moved round so he could see behind Claire as he was speaking, and she followed him with her eyes and could see him looking over the curve of her arse.
'It's a generous offer, I know, but many of the benefits only come for you later, and my pleasure will come now, so I need to hear and see you commit.' He moved back in front of Claire and looked her directly in her eyes again.
She took a deep breath and held his intense blue eyes. There was a hint of a smile on his lips and she saw his eyes glance down as her breasts rose and fell with her breath. She thought of the relaxed feel the other girls seemed to share; Paul himself was a confident, fit and attractive man, despite probably being well into his fifties; and finally, the money and career path were beyond anything she'd ever dreamed of.
'Yes. I accept the contract and your offer,' she tried to speak evenly, although she heard her voice emerge a few tones higher than her normal pitch.
She saw Paul's lips tighten, as he pressed them together slightly, as if his plans were falling into place. He smiled, more to himself than to her she thought, and she felt her body tense with him standing just a metre or so away, unsure what he would do or say next.
'Good girl. I'm very pleased to hear that. As I'm sure you realise, I now plan to spend this evening getting to know you extremely well and intimately, appreciating every bit of you; and fucking you like you've never been fucked before.
'And that will just be for starters. You are mine for a year.'
He said this in such a matter-of-fact way that, despite the logic of her decision, Claire shuddered apprehensively very slightly.
If Pual noticed, he showed no sign.
'Slip off your shoes and jacket and climb up onto the coffee table,' he instructed. 'I want to appreciate you properly and it will be easier if we're at roughly the same level.'
Paul did indeed tower over Claire, who was the best part of 30cm shorter. As she climbed up onto the table he leaned forward and gently pushed back her hair from the side of her face. She looked back at him, surprised at his sudden tenderness, and he bent and kissed her lightly on her forehead.
'I will be kissing you in many other places shortly;' his hand stroked down over her hip. 'For now though, just stand there like the statue of Venus I had there this morning. You're a definite improvement on that piece of marble, but I want you to keep your clothes on while you watch me undress, then I'll enjoy stripping you myself.'
Claire watched as Paul moved back slightly towards the long, flat sofa that faced the table, then he turned and beckoned to the door behind Claire. She turned her head to look, and Charu and Anna entered the room. Both were on their knees, crawling, and both were naked.
Claire looked back at Paul, but he only stood still and waited. Charu and Anna crawled, one to either side of him in what must have been a pre-arranged routine. Paul hadn't taken his eyes off Claire, although she couldn't stop herself following the two naked girls, breast drooping beneath their chests and their round buttocks swaying invitingly as they travelled slowly across the floor. Their eyes were fixed on Paul, and as they arrived he looked down and nodded to them.
Anna stood and started to unbutton his shirt. Charu remained kneeling but reached forward to unbuckle his belt. She then pulled down the zip of his flies and gently allowed his trousers to fall to the floor.