A Desperate Way to Eep My Job

A new writer trying a fictional story about a young girl, desperate to make an Impression in sales at a new company. She goes one step too far and becomes trapped in a difficult situation.

A mixture of genres so difficult to place in a category.

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"You like being held down Izzy?"

I half groaned, half nodded, it was all I could do on the edge of my orgasm. My wrists were being pushed into the mattress above my head, Graham was above me thrusting very slowly inside me and I had my legs wrapped around his thighs, pushing my hips upwards in a desperate attempt to cum.

"You want to cum?"

"Yes... please... god... yes!"

I was gasping, breathing short breaths, my blonde hair clinging to my forehead in a sheen of perspiration.

Suddenly he seemed to adjust his body and his hips became like pistons. It only took a few seconds and I cried out a long groaning expletive, "FUCKING... GODDDD!" beginning to shudder like never before.

Graham grunted and I felt his breath on my cheek as well as feeling him start to jerk inside me. He held his body firmly against me and emptied himself into me.

He let go of my wrists, his cock slipped from my body, and he fell to one side on the bed.

We both lay there catching our breath until he reached up to clear my bedraggled hair away from my face.

"How was it for you?" His voice was sarcastic and he knew I'd laugh.

"You're so funny," my voice just as sarcastic as his, and after a pause, "bloody fantastic but that shouldn't have happened!"

I could feel his spunk oozing out of my pussy and I reached for the box of tissues on the bedside table. He grabbed some too and leapt off the bed wiping his cock.

"Have you ever been tied to the bed Izzy?"

I must have looked either surprised or shocked or a mixture of both, an odd question out of the blue. I lifted myself up, plumping the pillows behind my head and lay back half upright.

"I had a boyfriend once who handcuffed me and wouldn't take them off, it was a bit scary."

Graham chuckled. We were both talking as if what had just happened was routine.

"I could bring some nice leather cuffs tomorrow."

I took the confidence with which he said that with indignation, "Tomorrow? what makes you think I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Because you want that order, in fact I know you need that order, don't you?"

I tried to show no sign of reacting but I must have shown something.

"I'm right aren't I?" he insisted.

He was indeed correct and somehow I must have nodded.

Graham came over and sat beside me and stroked my chin, leaning in to kiss me tenderly.

"It might be fun, I have some cuffs you know, are you up for it?"

I was trapped in the conversation, but the idea along with the alcohol and the promised business sparked some hidden fantasy I'd always had in the back of my mind.

"If you come here again, won't your wife suspect?"

"Nooooo... I'll just have to sneak a few things out of our special drawer."

"You mean you do that sort of thing with her? I mean bondage stuff?"

He smiled, "Don't be so shocked, we do have a sex life."

Images were flashing through my mind of him fucking her like he'd just fucked me and I felt slightly ashamed.

He kissed me properly again, cupping one of my breasts in his palm and stroking a nipple with his thumb. I put both arms around his neck and I slipped down the bed off the pillows pulling him with me. He lifted his legs up beside me and we continued kissing for what seemed like ages.

"I'll have to go soon, I don't want to push my luck," he finally muttered.

"Then you'd better have a shower, you smell a lot of me."

"And you smell of me," he pretended to push his nose down towards my pussy.

I playfully punched him on the shoulder to which he grabbed me and pulled me over his lap only to smack my backside twice, really hard.

"Fuck!" I yelped and tried to lift myself up.

He held me down and smacked me twice again.

"Ouch! Fuck! Stop it you sod!"

There were two more smacks and I yelped much louder, struggling more. He laughed and let me go and as I got as far as on my knees I looked down to see his cock had seemingly regained half an erection.

I seized my opportunity and went down on him taking him deep into my mouth.

"Jesus Izzy," he said, and finally he submitted groaning, "god!... ohhhhh... fuck."

I slowly sucked and bobbed up and down, feeling him get harder until he was fully stiff again. I lifted up, pushed him back and mounted him.

"Your wife can wait," was all I said, I felt like a slut and began to twerk my hips. I looked down and began to enjoy the expression on his face. I managed to find exactly the right angle that did it for me and kept moving relentlessly until I was about to cum.

He was on the edge again and my pussy squeezing him did the trick. I came, he came and I knew that I might have managed to close the deal.

"Now you definitely need a shower," I said as I lifted up and a whole stream of semen leaked over his abdomen and was seeping across his thigh. I lay flat out watching him hurry to the bathroom.

He was in there only briefly before returning to get dressed. We had just a cursory kiss before he departed saying that he'd see me the next day. I definitely felt I'd sold my soul as well as my body and it gave me mixed feelings.

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Back to how it all started. The week had been a bit of a disaster. My targets were not going to be met that month unless I could pull something out of the fire over those next couple of days. I was going to have to use all my powers of persuasion with Graham.

Graham was someone I knew from a previous company that he'd worked for. Now he was head of merchandising at a very large retailer and I knew he'd give me some time because he'd always fancied me. I knew he did, women always know that, and he'd made it very obvious on several occasions in the past. I would have some good cards to play.

I'd brought a fairly extensive set of clothes with me as I was away from home for the week. I knew exactly what I'd wear next day to tempt him to place an order.

I was going to meet him for an evening meal for old times sake. The real business meeting was to be the next afternoon so I was pleased that I'd get to chat over old times and get a sense of how it might go.

We'd agreed to meet in my hotel bar and eat in the restaurant. When he arrived I was reminded as to how good looking he was. He was a few years older than me and immediately showed that he hadn't forgotten me either.

"You look gorgeous Izzy, you've grown up so much!"

The kiss on the cheek and the hug allowed him to catch the aroma of my perfume, always a seductive opener for a woman.

He ordered a bottle of wine and the reminiscing began. All about how he'd got his position in the new company and how pleased he'd been to hear from me when I'd sounded him out about a meeting. I think he got a sense of how badly I needed to open a new account with him and I lost a bit of the initiative.

During the meal we got on to talking about more personal stuff, family, holidays, friends. I was aware of how much wine I was drinking and I also knew it tended to loosen my tongue. I didn't think I was being too indiscreet when I revealed I'd had a fling with an old colleague of his.

"Jesus... you mean you fucked Mark Parker?"

I giggled and whispered, "Don't tell the whole restaurant, I'm not proud of it, it was a bit of a drunken one night stand."

"I would never have guessed he had it in him... Izzy I'm proud of you!"

It seemed an odd thing to say, but we moved on revealing all sorts of clandestine relationships within the companies we'd worked for.

Gallantly Graham picked up the tab for the meal and we retired to the bar, this time I was clinging onto him for support, the wine had had its effect.

"You've had a lot to drink Izzy, are you sure you'll have sobered up by tomorrow?"

Graham was teasing of course, but I had had too much and I was scared I'd shown myself up.

"I'll be the perfect professional, don't you worry, I just need a coffee right now."

We sat on a sofa at the side of the bar and a waiter brought two cups of black coffee. I must have shown a bit too much leg sitting down because Graham decided he'd try his luck.

I could feel him pressing his knee up against my thigh as he'd half turned towards me. One arm dangled along the back of the sofa and when I felt him rest his hand on my shoulder I made a decision that probably was influenced by the alcohol and my wish to get that contract.

I leaned to pick up my coffee with one hand while the other pressed down on his knee to support me. I did take it away quite quickly but it had sent a message.

"I think I ought to help you back to your room, you're gonna have to get a good nights sleep if you're going to seal that deal tomorrow."

Maybe that's when I should have drawn the line, instead I went along with it.

I laughed and joked that I was perfectly fine but if he insisted he could see me to the lift. Which is what he did.

He stood up and took my hand, helping me stand up. I was angry with myself when my ankle gave way on my heels and I clutched his arm.

"C'mon Izzy, I should have stopped you drinking so much, just hang onto me."

By the time we'd walked from the bar to the lift I was much steadier. Graham pressed the button and within a minute the doors opened.

"Thanks," I smiled and stepped inside, waiting for that voice which said, 'Doors Closing.'

Just as I heard it Graham stepped forward and the doors closed with him beside me.

"Oh!" My surprise was obvious.

"Don't want you stumbling and losing your way," he was grinning.

I was briefly lost for a reply and only said, "You didn't need to," when the doors opened at the second floor.

Now he simply grabbed my arm and took me swiftly to where two corridors went opposite ways.

"What number Izzy, here give me the card."

"216," I replied fumbling in my tiny zipped bag and handing him the keycard.

I sort of knew this whole thing was a one way journey and part of me said, 'Do something,' while the drunken part of me said, 'What the hell!'

Graham slotted the card in the door lock and pushed it open directing me inside. The door shut behind me and to my horror I saw my discarded bra and panties, the ones I'd taken off earlier, lying on the bed.

Hurriedly I grabbed them to throw them to one side just as Graham took hold of my shoulders and turned me to face him.

"You changed them especially for me!" He smiled and was almost smirking.

I didn't stop the kiss that followed, I'd half committed in my mind and I was thinking, 'go for it.' I reached up around his neck and felt him searching for my zip.

There was no talk, no discussion, just the inevitable undressing and seeking that feeling of flesh against flesh. I let him take over completely fucking me exactly as he wanted. It wasn't rough or violent but it was certainly some robust sex. I hadn't objected when he held me down, in fact it had felt rather exciting.

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"Hello again Izzy, long time no see!"

Graham's greeting at our meeting was totally professional and business like however he wasn't alone. Slightly intimidating were the other two guys alongside him who were looking at me up and down. He introduced them as his two assistants, Josh who was a guy in his early thirties, and Des who was perhaps a year or two older. Both were tall, attractive and they both seemed to know it.

The meeting lasted at least two hours, it was draining, me doing the soft sell, using all my limited experience. It was over halfway through when I finally got the sense that Graham was enjoying my situation with both Josh and Des asking some probing questions.

At that point I relaxed slightly and was elated when we concluded with a relatively large order. Graham suggested we go to the pub across from his office and have a celebratory drink. Josh and Des came with us and spent a lot of the time 'chatting me up.' I could tell it was amusing Graham who took a back seat watching the antics of his two assistants.

Des even tried to get my personal phone number and I almost gave it to him until I found out he was married too. As the whole thing wound up Graham took the initiative once again and told me that the order contract would be sent over in the next few days and I'd possibly be meeting up with either Josh or Des to show them more samples.

Graham hung back after they left the pub and I knew why.

"Eight 'o clock in the bar?" he was smiling with a glint in his eye, "it could be a long night so you'd better not drink too much!"

My whole body seemed to light up and come alive. Total exhilaration at getting the order but somehow I felt the cost of almost prostituting myself was a necessary price at that moment in my life.

At eight I might just as well have looked like a hooker. I'd pulled out all the stops and Graham was very impressed, I could tell.

Deep maroon jersey dress, tight over my hips and bum, a wired bra pushing up what I'd got, to show soft flesh above the neckline. Black hold up stockings and heels that matched my dress completed the temptation.

"My god you look great," he actually hugged me and I knew I'd made an impression.

He was carrying a large briefcase which I thought was unusual as this was not particularly a business meeting.

"Have you eaten," he asked and I admitted I hadn't, but wasn't very hungry.

"Let's just have a bar snack then, and a drink, I need it after today."

I grinned and soon we were eating a shared sea food platter and some expensive Chablis.

"Have I bumped your targets up for the month Izzy?"

He was studying my expression when I replied, "Let's say you've come along at the right time, or your order has."

"I think you've come along at the right time Izzy, I love the way you've grown up since we last did business together."

He was toying with me a bit and he knew that I needed him. As we ate and drank he drew a bit closer and I sensed his slight impatience. My moment had come and I genuinely wanted to have sex with him.

"Have you brought my contract in there?"

I gestured towards the briefcase.

He smiled.

"Sort of. I seem to remember there was a final clause in it that needed to be tied up!"

He grinned, I grinned and he added, "216?"

Now there was no pretence, in fact my pussy was giving me signals that couldn't be ignored. He picked up the briefcase and I gripped his arm as we walked to the lift. In the few seconds it took to go up two floors we were kissing hungrily and his hands were everywhere.

We almost ran along the corridor and once inside we kissed again. The passion of those moments almost made me forget Graham's implied promise of 'being held down.' When he pulled away from our kiss and asked me to turn around while he unzipped my dress it all came back to me and I found my heart beating twice as fast.

"Now Izzy this is where the fun starts," he muttered as my dress fell to the floor.

Fun means different things to different people but I was into this whole thing now. I'd convinced myself that this was 'business' and I was going to go back to the office with secure orders into the future.

The folded black cotton band that Graham held against my eyes was the first indication of his type of fun. My surprised "OH!" was muted by his reassurance that "everything will be fine," and his soft lips kissing my neck from behind seemed to calm me.

The blindfold was tied quite tightly at the back of my head and I was feeling a little vulnerable dressed only in my lingerie and holdups. Graham turned me back around to face him and I was pulled blindly into a kiss. His arms enveloped me and it felt quite sexy to have my half naked body pressed up against his business suit.

"Mmmm, Izzy, you smell divine. You do trust me don't you?" he whispered into my neck as I felt his fingers unclip my bra.

"Yes," I hissed the reply through my lips as I helped him let the bra fall away.

When his mouth closed over one of my nipples and his tongue gently licked right around the plump hardening flesh I was lost to whatever he wanted.

I felt myself being slowly pushed backwards towards the bed.

"Slowly," he muttered until I felt the bed against the back of my legs.

Lying me down I couldn't stop my panties being tugged down. In fact I lifted my hips to allow it to happen. There, I was now naked apart from my hold ups.

I lay quietly and listened to Graham undressing, trying to imagine him naked a few feet away.

Then suddenly I heard the two catches on his briefcase flip open. It didn't take a second to realise he had brought something with him.

"Give me your hand Izzy, don't be frightened, this is what we joked about."

I felt the smooth leather slipped over my wrist and then Graham tightening it with a strap of some sort.

He could tell I wasn't sure and as he took my other hand I did object.

"Graham, I didn't think you meant anything quite like this, please can we discuss it?"

I heard him chuckle.

"I should have written this into the contract," he muttered. and I felt like telling him I was probably fulfilling an unwritten clause in my head.

I realised where this was going when I felt my right arm tugged upwards and knew he was securing it to the bed. In a few minutes he was around on the other side and my other hand was tugged upwards and outwards.

Now I did feel helpless and a little scared, and I told him I wasn't very happy.

"Graham, I'm not sure."

When he sat down on the bed beside me I could feel him naked for the first time, his bare thigh up against my hip.

"It's okay, breathe slowly," he whispered it smoothly and then I felt his gentle kiss and his fingers closing around my breast.

It did make me relax a bit when his lips and tongue traced their way down my body. His body shifted and I knew where he was going. I parted my thighs and he lay flat between them making me groan out loud when he licked his way between my pussy lips.

"Ohhhhhh god Graham!" was all I could say and when his tongue slid up and over my clit I must have shuddered.

I heard a muffled, "Mmmmmm," as he expertly went to work on my pussy making it respond in its usual way.

When someone who knows what they're doing decides that you are going to orgasm in the best possible way then you give yourself totally. My legs were splayed open and the sound of both his tongue licking me, and his fingers hooked up inside me finger fucking me, filled the room.

When I came my hips bucked, my legs almost clamped on his head and my thigh muscles quivered. I don't know what I cried out but it was loud, incomprehensible, breathless, and mind blowing.

I felt him lift his head and he dragged his body upwards until I tasted myself on his lips when he kissed me. I wanted to hug him as he lay between my thighs, of course I couldn't, but I was unprepared for him entering me as his cock slid smoothly into my soaking wet pussy.

"Ohhhhhh... Graham... fuck!"

He chuckled, "That's what I intend to do Izzy."

I groaned as he pressed all the way in and I responded by wrapping my legs up around him until my feet locked together behind his thighs.

I felt so restricted with my arms stretched out above me, but it was forgotten in moments as Graham truly did fuck me.

The room was filled with a concoction of sounds. Some sort of rattling from my wrist restraints, the soft impact of our two bodies sinking in rhythm into the mattress and the flesh on flesh sounds of Graham's hips thudding into my inner thighs.

At first my mind seemed to close to what was going on, it was whirring with thoughts of him, of business, of me selling myself, and then the really good sex we were having. My second orgasm came upon me almost by surprise. I knew Graham was getting close. His heavy breathing was getting louder and had soon turned to a grunting sound. My orgasm and my pussy clenching triggered him, and as his cock jumped and jerked inside me we both exhaled in a long drawn out groan with a sudden collapse of bodies, him on top of me.