Note from the Author Linda Jean; Please take a minute to read this before you read my story; first I wanted to thank everyone for taking the time to read what I have to say. I write my stories as if I am writing my best friend and trying to relay to them exactly what I went through. While I know a lot of people like this type of writing, I am aware from the negative e-mails that there are some who do not. I get very upset when I get an e-mail from some person who tells me that my grammar is very bad and I should have my stories "proof read" prior to being posted. They of course never give a return e-mail so that is why I am putting this at the beginning of my story. To this person/s I say this. If you feel my grammar is that bad, DO NOT bother reading what I have to say. Trust me I did not write it with YOU in mind. I am not a professional and I defiantly am not an English Major (or Minor for that matter) so as a person from England might say PISS OFF. There I said it and I feel better. For those that read my dirty mind for the enjoyment and sexual stimulation here is more for you to dwell on and enjoy. Linda Jean
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After what seemed like forever he finely said "Ok Pam, get up and put your dress back on." I reached for my bra and panties, when I did he said "Did I say put your bra and panties on Pamela? I said your dress; you can just leave your panties and bra here. You won't be needing them anymore my dear." I could not believe my ears, now he was telling me what I can and cannot wear. My head was spinning with all of this, one thing then another, He was so nice and now. Then it hit me about what had just transpired and how I had lost all control and how I gave in so easily to my own sexual pleasure, I remembered the video camera and began to cry.
I guess Mr. Ballad knew what was going on because He handed me a box of tissue and said "here, use this." I sobbed and sobbed, I guess Mr. Ballard wanted me to get it all out of my system. After a very long time of nothing going on but my crying he said as I was now sniffling "All done now Mrs. Jackson?" the way he said it was like he was reminding me that I was married and I had just had sex with two men and liked it. He then said "Now don't you fret none Pamela, what happen here stays here, you keep your mouth shut and do what your told, when your told and everything will work out just fine for you and for me. You will be taking home over $1,000.00 a week not counting overtime at time and a half. You get to come into work five days a week from 8 to 5 and do nothing but enjoy yourself having sex once every hour.
Now I know for a fact you can't find any secretary anywhere in this area that makes $25.00 an hour to do no work at all. You and Billy boy can live pretty high off the hog with what I'm giving you." I looked at him and asked, "Why did you video tape me?" Mr. Ballad laughed and said "because I wanted too dear, anything I want to do, I do and anything I want, I get. Call it insurance, call it anything you like, just get use to it honey I like to keep memories of these wonderful times just like what happen here today for my pleasure. You're just going to have to deal with it dear and get use to being filmed. What is so great about that videotape is, it shows that you where a very willing partner to our little sex party. That way you can't go saying that you where drugged, or forced into anything that happen here today. I mean when anyone looks at that tape and watch how you begging for sex like you where, well I think you get the picture.
That way if you decide to go telling your husband or anyone else about this, well I just pop this tape into the machine and show them that you not only where a willing partner, but that you begged for it." Again tears rose in my eyes and I began to cry, he had me and there was nothing that I could see to do. I could think of anything at all to get out of this nightmare this sick man brought me into. Mr. Ballad said after all my tears were gone again "calm down Pam, lets get back to where we where before I called the boys up here. Now lets see where was I, Oh yes I remember. I was telling you just what I expected from you wasn't I dear?" I looked at him and said softly in a very shaky voice "yes."
"Well" he started again, "To be very blunt dear, you are going to be my companies new sex toy for the next three years. Let there be no misunderstanding, you are working here for one reason and one reason only it is to fuck my employees. Also my sweet, you are here for my own pleasure. You are my reward to my top sales person, I have found that money alone isn't enough to get them to work hard, offer them a desirable willing sex toy and they are selling like crazy, even the two Bitches down there fight to spend time with Jane and now you. Now I will have Jane explain this all in more detail for you tomorrow. Here take this two hundred and go by the right work cloths. I want you skirts and dress's so fucking short that when ever you sit down, I can see your pussy, when you walk I want to be able to see the cheeks of your ass, speaking of which, shave that cunt of yours." If Billy boy objects too fucking bad just give him a good fuck like you did the boys here and he'll get over it. I want that cunt of yours smooth as a baby's ass. You got that honey?"
I looked up at him and said "yes sir, my husband has wanted me to shave myself for a long time, so that won't be a problem." I said that and he quickly sat up and said very sharp "I don't give a shit if it is a problem or not I say fuckin do it and you damn well better do it. If you're fucking husband likes great, if doesn't like it I could give a shit. Fuckin do as I say of your pretty little ass is going to fuckin jail. If you have to fucking lie to him, you Damn well better lie to him. There are going to be times that you will be working late and on weekends. By that I mean there are going to be days that you are going to be fucking till midnight. When ever I have a special weekend sale, every salesperson that makes a sale that weekend gets 30 minutes with you after the deal is signed, so on those weekends you will get bad sores so to speak. Of course you will always be on the clock so you will get time and a half for weekends and anything after 5 PM. Now I don't give a shit what excuse you tell your husband, but you will be where ever I want you, doing what ever I want you doing. You got that Pamela?"