"Morning!"
Lena cheerily breezed past Dale and Billy as she was buzzed in through the front door. Billy noted with approval that she was wearing the sexy knee high boots that he liked. Trimmed, toned and athletic the two men's eyes followed her as she entered the lift. When he thought she was out of earshot, Dale turned to Billy;
"I would, mate."
Billy laughed. And then he laughed some more.
If he hadn't been so turned on Billy wouldn't have been able to stop laughing. Miss Perfect. Beautiful, fit, super smart Lena. Here, on her knees, in heat and begging to take his cock. She panted, she moaned, she mewled in submissive desperation. Her nipples were rigidly erect, her womanhood soaked in juice. Save for those knee high boots her only piece of clothing was a leash and collar. The usual sparkle in her spirited brown eyes was still evident but it had been diluted somewhat by a vacant look of silent suffering and doomed resistance. Billy drew her nearer...
Lena caught the fading echoes of Billy's laugh as she approached the lift. Slightly odd, a brief image of Billy in her flat entered her mind. But she was sure he'd never been there. Dismissing both the thought and the men, Lena shook her head. Dale was just your typical unreconstructed male but she'd been disappointed in Billy. When would he just give up? Yes, she'd been moderately attracted to him when she first arrived at the company six months ago. Yes, she'd appreciated his help settling in. And yes, perhaps, new to the company she may have flirted a little and accidentally given the wrong idea. But, she'd made it clear since then that she was just not that interested. She was with Leo now. Let's all just move on.
Still, for just a second she felt an ever slight stir between her slender yet athletic legs.
As the lift arrived at her floor she hurried out. She'd slept a little too well last night and was a bit late. She wobbled a little on her heels which were not designed for hurrying. Strange, she thought. She'd only ever worn these boots once for work. The day Leo interviewed her for the position of Deputy Director. They were not the most practical.
"Morning, Deputy Director," said Luis as she approached her office. His sardonic smile oozed sleaze and smarminess above his goatee beard. It was pathetic the way he said "Deputy Director". The way he tried to make it sound like he was ironically mocking the hierarchy of their workplace when really he was simply mocking her. Yes, Luis was more experienced than her and had been at the company longer. But that didn't give him the right to be Deputy Director. They'd both done the interview with Leo and the other Directors and she'd got the job because she was the best candidate. Luis needed to get over it.
"Please Master! Please take me! Please take me from behind!"
Helplessly, pathetically, Lena waved her naked behind in front of Luis. Were her tears of shame, desperation, anger, or something else? None of them could be sure. But Luis was sure he was going to enjoy her humiliation. His sleazy hands began playing with her exposed, submissive womanhood. Somehow she felt both repelled and aroused by his touch. She was both deeply ashamed of her predicament and desperate for it to progress to it's 'natural conclusion'. What the hell was going on?
Lena actually felt her flesh creep as Luis blatantly eyed her pert behind in the leather skirt that stopped perhaps just a little too far above the knee. But as she managed those heels, she herself felt somehow uncomfortably aware of her own arse. To make matters even more inconvenient her anus felt the ever so subtle hint of arousal. Not a state to be in with this particular clothing combination when at work. What had she been thinking that morning?
Luis chuckled quietly. It was the kind of chuckle someone makes when they've heard a joke that they don't want you to hear. For some reason it aggravated her. She spun round;
"Everything ok, Luis?"
She shot him a challenging look. He was silent for a moment. She regretted it. What tangible justification did she have for that confrontational glare?
"Er, I'm ok. Is everything ok with you, Lena?"
She ignored the slightly patronising 'with you' and regrouped.
"I, er, sorry, Luis. Didn't sleep well"
"Oh, didn't you? No problem"
He had to fight his urge to say the word to her then and there. It wasn't easy. But still, he walked off with a swagger in his step. With his back turned he allowed a triumphant grin to spread across his face.
He had to hand it to Billy!
What was wrong with her!? Why had his creepy chuckle got to her? Yes, she'd heard it before. Yes, it was unpleasant. But she knew how to handle him. A strange tightness gripped her stomach. As with Billy before, that laugh seemed to stimulate an image of Luis in her flat. Him! In her flat! She couldn't have slept as well as she thought. And thinking about it, the raised tone when Luis said, 'Oh, didn't you?' was a bit odd. Why on earth would he be in any position to be surprised about how well or not she slept?
"Shit,man. She really has no idea!" Luis approached Billy gesturing with his eyes to Lena who was making a photocopy at the other end of the room. A perverse enjoyment was evident in his lecherous eyes.
"Yes, that's just as well don't you think? And keep it down yeah?"
"Sure man, but yeah. I so wanted to say the word just now."
"Well, of course you did! Who wouldn't knowing what you know?"
"Yeah, but it's not just that. She's so up herself!"
"Not as much as you were last night!"
The two men laughed. Something about that laugh, preceded as it was by their semi audible words really got to Lena.
They were laughing together now. They stood there laughing. In overwhelming desperation she crawled on all fours between them. Consumed in her heat she didn't know which way to turn. Her throat thirsted for Billy's cock, her anus ached for Luis'
"Please, please...PLEASE!"
She begged, she wept, she grovelled.
"Who are we?" Billy asked maliciously.
You are a pair of cruel, disgusting perverts who shouldn't be allowed near a woman for as long as you live, she thought.
"You are my Masters!" she cried out.
