"Great," Doug said, and walked a slow half circle around her, behind her but very close. He went to the chair in which Ginny had been sitting and slid it over in front of her. He then sat down in the chair, and leaning on the front edge of it, he looked her slowly up and down, as if contemplating what to do next. Ginny figured he had some ideas, but she thought she'd probably taken him by surprise, agreeing to his stupid game so quickly. That was fine by her. Maybe without time to plan, he'd be letting her off easier than he otherwise would have.
She'd obviously been sarcastic when she asked if all day was enough time for him, and was somewhat taken aback when he said he'd be finished with her by lunch. Three fucking hours?? How much groping and kissing and gawking could the guy possibly do before getting bored? Still, she was not inclined to back out now. She figured it was the best she could hope for in this shitty set of circumstances, and the sooner she satisfied him, the sooner she could move on and forget about this whole sordid deal. If Doug really wanted to spend three hours rubbing her tits and ass, Ginny was prepared to comply in order to extricate herself from this mess. It would be humiliating, but that would be the end of it, and no one else would ever have to know.
"OK then." Doug's hands had been together in front of his face, fingertips touching, as he looked her over. he dropped them into his lap when he began speaking. "The most important thing I'm going to ask you to do is relax. If you're tense, or frightened, it may ruin it for me." He paused and raised an eyebrow at her.
"I said you might even enjoy this a little," Doug went on. "Perhaps that's wishful thinking on my part. But if you hate every minute of it, it's probably best if you don't let that become obvious.
The unspoken subtext, Ginny assumed, was that she'd better seem to be enjoying herself while her douchebag boss stuck his tongue in her mouth and squeezed her ass. Fine. For the rest of the morning, to save her job and her family's lifestyle, she could submit to Doug's fondling and not be overtly disgusted by the way he'd leveraged circumstance to coerce her into this.
"Do you understand what I'm saying?" Doug asked.
"Yes."
"And you're OK with removing your top, and your skirt, and letting me touch you anywhere? Through your underwear, of course."
"Yes. That's fine."
"'Fine?'" Doug echoed. He sounded mildly skeptical, but also a tiny bit mischievous. Ginny wasn't sure if he was seriously asking her to play this up for him, but she didn't want to take any chances.
"I WANT you to touch me, Doug." She delivered the best fake smile she coud manage, trying not to over-do it. Doug responded with a smile of his own, an obviously genuine one.
"Ahh, excellent!" he said. "Let's begin." The way he said 'begin,' like this was some grand event for which he was host and emcee, caused her nervousness to flare up again, but she suppressed it.
"First I need you to take off that blazer," said Doug.
"Sure, no problem." Ginny was wearing a light wool skirt suit, with a two-button jacket, both buttons done. She turned toward the door as she undid the buttons, and walked over to the nearby coat hooks, taking off the jacket and hanging it carefully on one of the hooks. She turned back toward her boss, still sitting on the edge of the chair, and walked back to where she had been standing. Doug's eyes lit up and zoomed in unrepentingly on her chest.
"Wow. Ginny. Very, VERY nice. I didn't think I'd ever see that."
Under the jacket she'd worn a gray-green silk blouse. It was a very plain blouse, and Doug seemed more excited than she would have expected, considering he'd seen her in just a blouse plenty of times. It wasn't as if she always wore a jacket at work, and--oh, fucking shit. Fuck.
Too late, Ginny realized the reason behind Doug's reaction: she'd been in a real rush this morning, knew she was going to be late. She couldn't find the bra she'd wanted, and the only comfortable one quickly at hand was sheer; no padding. In other words, no nipple protection. She was always exceedingly conscious of not having her nipples show through her clothes, and when she wore a thin blouse like this one, she would be sure to have a thick, padded bra beneath it. When she couldn't find one this morning, she had donned the sheer bra in her rush, and chosen the suit with the most comfortable jacket, so she could just wear the jacket all day. The tumultuous events of the morning had made her completely forget about that. But now, under Doug's gleeful stare, she was all too aware that her bra offered no protection, and that Doug was looking at her very clearly defined nipples through the silk blouse. Judging from his reaction, her nipples had already been hard, and now, standing there facing him, she was sure they were getting harder.
Her instinct was to cross her arms over her chest, but she thought that would probably be a bad idea, so she forced her arms to stay at her sides. Just fucking great. It was one thing to stand there in her underwear (which she would of course soon be doing, having agreed to Doug's terms) with her normal padded bra. But if she took her shirt off now, she would essentially be bare-breasted. You could see everything through this bra; it was one of her husband's favorites.
Ginny didn't necessarily think that remembering what she was wearing would have changed her mind about giving in to Doug's deal. But she might at least have put it off until another day. At this point, it would have seemed ridiculous to try and back out, though, so Doug was just going to get a goddamned good look at her nipples, and that was that.
