Stacy Compton was buried in the details of the buyout contract. If she could just get Old Man Wilson to agree to the salient points, as well as a price reduction, her small business would become a major force overnight. The client lists alone would raise her company's value enough to not only wipe out her debts, but also insure her future and that of her daughter.
She nearly swallowed the pen cap she had been absentmindedly chewing when the intercom buzzed and her 19 year old daughters voice came through the speaker, "Ms. Compton, there is a gentleman here to see you. He doesn't have an appointment, but he says it's about a traffic accident?" Stacy had wondered if it was egotistical to have her daughter address her so formally, but figured it sounded more professional than "Mom". She was confused for only an instant then the details that night 3 weeks prior came flooding back. The crash, the angry man, the flashing camera, the embarrassment of being naked in her own backseat and the humiliating, yet somehow exciting obscene thing he had demanded. Even worse was after he left. The drive home with her skirt flapping open leaving her womanhood exposed to the world, her blouse baring covering her breasts and the flaming heat in her face as she entered her high security building with it's everpresent doorman who received not only a view of her very exposed cleavage, but also all her lower assets when an errant breeze caused her skirt to fly up around her waist. She clicked the intercom and responded in as normal a voice as possible, "It's okay Emily, show him in."
David watched the lovely young receptionist rise gracefully to escort him to "Ms. Compton's" office. He wondered if she would sound as respectful if she had seen her boss' lips wrapped around his member just a few weeks before. She stepped into the office and held the door for him then started to ask if they would like refreshments, but Stacy quickly replied, "No thank you Emily, that will be all. This "Gentleman" and I have some private business to discuss. Please see to it that we are not disturbed." Her voice dripped iciness. Dave stepped past the slightly shocked young woman and smiled at her. She returned the smile then turned to Stacy once more.
"If Mr. Wilson or his attorney should call...?" She left the question hanging, knowing her mother would not want company business spoken out loud in front of a stranger.
"Please arrange a face to face meeting as soon as possible for us to go over the details, Emily. Thank you." Then Stacy turned to Dave and tried to burn a hole through him with her eyes. As the door closed, she hissed, "Do you know I had to walk through a lobby full of people to get to my apartment? They all saw the state of my clothing! The wind blew up my skirt that YOU tore and I was completely exposed!" The slight exaggeration of the number of witnesses to her humiliation seemed warranted. "What the hell is your name anyways?" She was furious that he was here, especially since she still didn't have any cash that wasn't tied up in accounts. She was fortunate that she had stocked up on groceries and had her rent paid a month in advance. She hadn't even been able to pay her daughter's salary for the last week.
"My name is Dave. You don't need any more than that. What you did need was to be taken down off your high horse a little. Ha! I bet you even liked having your tight little ass and your sweet little pussy get all windblown and shown off to the public!" He chuckled at the thought of her being exposed to others.
"Keep you voice down! My daught--, my secretary does not need to know about this situation!" Stacy had tried to catch her self in time, but watched his face light up with a sinking feeling in her gut. "Forget about it Dave! This is between you and me! Nobody else! If you lay one hand on my duaghter, I will......"
"You'll what?" He grinned. "Have to tell her about how you sucked my cock to keep from getting arrested? That will be a good one! Or tell her about the pics of my cum on your pretty face? I have copies right here! Or will you tell her how I am here to collect for the damage to my truck?" At the sight of her expression his grin widened. "You haven't got it, have you?"
She looked at the carpet and slowly shook her head side to side just a tiny bit. Then she raised her eyes to look fearfully at him. "Copies? You made copies of those pictures? How many? Why did you bring them here?"
He chuckled again, "Of course I made copies! I thought you might want to see proof of your skills! Also I plan to keep a set for my personal, private collection. I thought, if you had the money you owe me, we could do some business. As it is, looks like we will just have to have another interest payment on your account."
Her eyes widened, "You want another blo... Here? Now?"
"Another blowjob? Naw... I want more this time. I didn't bring my camera gear though, so we'll have to make it worth my while." She looked down at the leather case he had carried with him. Sure enough, it was big enough only for file folders and the like. No room for a camera. She looked up at his smiling face and suddenly realized that she had been feeling a fluttery shaking in her gut for quite some minutes now. As her thoughts raced and imagined what depravities he might expect, she felt a warm glow somewhat lower than her stoumach. She stepped back from him until her hips hit the edge of the desk and stopped her retreat. He followed and stopped only inches from her.
"Take off your clothes." The command was simple and not unexpected, but still caused her to tremble.
