Jasmin Lacey sat behind her desk, a very wide smile pasted across her pretty face. To anyone within her office at that time, it would have been obvious why she looked so happy: kneeling between her open legs was her husband and sometimes secretary, Ben. Ben's head was buried between her thighs and he lapped contentedly at her wet pussy while Jasmin built steadily towards her climax. One hand rested on the back of his head, occasionally urging him to explore a particular area of pink flesh, while the other slipped inside her blouse to feel the swell of her breast. As her fingers crept inside her silky bra and closed around the hard, throbbing nipple, Jasmin knew she was only minutes away from a very welcome orgasm.
A few moments before Jasmin peaked, her world was interrupted by the shrill tones of the telephone.
"Damn!" she swore and picked up the receiver. "Yes? What is it?"
"Sorry, Mrs. Lacey. This is Dan in security. We just picked up a couple of fella's shoplifting. Can I bring em to your office and call the cops?"
Jasmin groaned under her breath. She knew better than to let her own personal pleasure interfere with her business life. After much persuasion, her father had appointed her manager of her own department in his store. It was only the bargain basement, but it was a place to start. She was the only daughter in the family and her six brothers all managed at least one store each in their father's growing empire. She couldn't afford to blow it now and have her father say I told you so! She sighed and spoke into the telephone.
"Okay, Danny. Bring them up. Lets see what they got to say for themselves."
Jasmin replaced the receiver and patted her husband on the top of his head.
"Sorry, honey. This is going to have to wait till later." she said reluctantly. "I got something I have to deal with."
Ben Lacey crawled out from under his wife's desk with disappointment written all over his face. It was one of his favourite places and he had just begun to enjoy the slightly acrid taste of his boss' sex fluid. He had known that she would have reached orgasm in a matter of minutes.
"I'll be in here if you need me." he said as he opened the door to his own office and left his wife to her work.
Jasmin sat behind her desk and checked her reflection in her pocket mirror. Her jet black hair looked a little tousled but it would have to do. She'd just finished touching up her already perfect make-up when the knock came at the door.
"Come in."
"Sorry to bother you, Mrs. Lacey. We found these two taking two bottles of vodka off the shelves and slipping them into this bag."
Danny Kingston hefted the canvas bag he had been carrying onto Jasmin's desk and withdrew the zipper. Sure enough, two bottles of premium vodka lay nestled on top of an old towel.
Jasmin looked over at the two coloured youths. Probably not more than eighteen years old, she thought. It always disappointed her when this sort of thing happened. She could just about recall her early childhood in India before her father had brought his whole family over and started his empire building. They had been as poor as the two now standing in front of her, but they would never have resorted to stealing.
"So, what have you got to say for yourselves before I call the cops?" she addressed them sternly.
Both young men looked about them furtively. Neither seemed particularly bothered that they had been caught in the act.
"Where's the manager?" said the taller one.
The question threw Jasmin off balance for a brief moment. "What?"
"Where's the fucking manager?" he shouted this time and suddenly an automatic pistol appeared in his right hand as if from nowhere.
Jasmin flinched and looked over at the second man - he too now sported a similar automatic weapon.
"I'm the manager," she managed to say, quickly regaining her composure. "This is my department."
"Hey, no shit, man!" the taller lad responded. "Well we aint come for the vodka, bitch! Open the fucking night safe!"
"Now, come on lads." said Danny, "there's no need for this. If you leave now quietly, we won't ..."
There was a sickening thud as the butt of the shorter robber's pistol connected with the back of the security guard's head. He went down with a groan, unconscious before he hit the floor.
"Now," said the first man with a smirk, "don't make me repeat myself again, open the fucking safe!"
"I can't - there's a timer lock on it. Nobody can open it until six tomorrow morning."
"Shit, Jamie. You said this would be easy money!" the short guy exclaimed. "You didn't say nothing about no fucking timer lock! Lets just get the fuck out, okay?"
"No way, Brad," his partner replied. "We are here now and we're not gonna leave without the fucking money!"
"What's going on here?" Ben Lacey appeared in the doorway of his wife's office looking worried.
"Oh, shit, man," said Jamie. "There's entirely too many people in this fucking office!" he turned and pointed the gun at Jasmin. "How many more still here?"
"That's it." she replied "My husband here, Danny Kingston and me. We're the only ones left in the department and I don't think Danny will be giving you any trouble." Jasmin indicated the unconscious security guard sprawled on the floor. "And Ben won't stand in your way either, will you Ben?"
Ben Lacey shook his head in immediate agreement. As soon as he'd seen the two men it was obvious what was happening.
"So, what are we all going to do until six?" said Brad
"Just get comfortable and dig in, man!" his friend replied. "It's only a few hours, maybe the boss-bitch here can entertain us a little!"
Jamie waved the gun casually in Jasmin's direction, a wicked grin spreading over his dark skinned face.
"No fucking way!" shouted Jasmin, already aware of what the raider had in his mind. "That's just not going to happen!"
"Oh no?" Brad interrupted, also realising what his partner meant. He pointed his own pistol directly at Ben. "You better do as you're told, bitch, or your old man here will be sorry!"
Jasmin wondered how this situation had turned so quickly. She looked down at herself. Shit!, She thought. She suddenly realised that she had forgotten to fully button her blouse after her and Ben were interrupted. The silky white material of her bra was nearly transparent and the dark red outline of her nipples were clearly visible. She groaned inwardly. She knew that the two thieves were not going to leave and that the situation could get worse if she didn't act quickly.
