'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.
Claires eyes took in the obvious bulge in his boxers, but Charu was bending to untie his laces. She waited as Anna pulled off his shirt, revealing a taut, well-toned and slightly hairy chest, then Anna dropped back to her knees and Paul stepped out of his trousers and shoes as Charu held them on the floor beneath him. She pulled off both socks in quick movements as he raised his feet and put them aside, then she glanced up at Paul briefly, stroked her hands up his legs to the top of his boxer shorts, gripped them either side with her fingers and pulled them down in one movement.
Aside from a quick glance back at Charu when she looked up at him, Paul kept his eyes fixed on Claire throughout. She, however, couldn't resist looking over his body as the two girls removed his clothes, and perhaps her eyes showed her relief and surprise, because despite his age Paul might have been at least a decade younger. He was clearly fit and there was little waste fat on his profile. As his boxers released his cock it stood firmly erect in front of him too; Claire's experience was limited, but it certainly looked at least as big as those of her most energetic student lovers and possibly slightly larger. She felt herself swallow a touch apprehensively, and looked back at Paul's face, to see him smiling faintly.
Paul clicked the fingers on his left hand and motioned between Anna and the sofa behind him.
'Go and lie on the sofa, Anna. I will have a surprise for you in a moment.'
She obediently crawled over to the sofa and climbed onto it, lying facing back towards Paul.
Claire became aware she was now the only clothed person in the room, albeit superficially, given her lack of underwear.
'I'd like you to warm me up, please, Charu. Miss Davies deserves my cock on top form and well-oiled.' Paul looked down at the kneeling Charu, who raised her eyes to his crotch in response, took his cock in both hands, and inserted it into her open mouth.
Claire watched Paul's expression change as Charu stroked her hands down his cock to its base and then removed them to make way for her lips and tongue. Her cheeks bulged as she licked down the shaft and then took almost the whole length into her throat.
She moved her mouth slowly backwards and forwards, and Paul visibly relaxed. His erection visibly stiffened. Claire felt her own hands drawn towards her cunt, and she pushed her right arm under the waistband of her skirt and began to feel for her moistening pussy and clit with the tip of her index finger. Her left hand clutched at her breast through her blouse, and started to knead it gently.
Paul pulled out of Charu's mouth suddenly, took the two steps over to stand by Claire almost before she realised what was happening, and spanked her firmly on her backside.
'Ow,' she gulped, and looked at him in confusion.
'You don't pleasure yourself in my presence without my permission. Only I tell my harem girls what to do.' Claire withdrew her hand from her skirt, leaving her pussy throbbing slightly and fighting her desire to give it one more touch.
'Also, I've been wanting to spank your delectable arse since the moment you walked into my bank two months ago. Give me your hand.'
