My boss is a dick. So when he ordered me to accompany him to a meeting in LA I was less than thrilled. I'd worked at Jenner Lang for six years and five and a half of them had been great. My old boss, Rick, was a sweetheart and we got brilliantly. He was a family man with three children and a lovely, friendly wife called Darlene, who used to bring all us girls muffins and candy whenever she dropped by the office. When Rick retired we bought him and Darlene two weeks in the sun in Hawaii.
But this new guy - I'd like to have bought him a one-way ticket to anywhere-but-here.
He was so cold and controlled. Our office had always been full of fun and laughter, but Mr James was a real killjoy. When he first arrived, lots of the girls flirted with him - after kindly old Rick, it was kind of exciting to have a good-looking guy around, and Mr James was certainly that - tall dark and handsome. But he ignored all our attempts to get him to loosen up. He was always immaculately turned out in a sharp suit and silk tie, with every black hair in place and a slight look of disapproval always in his deep green eyes. The first day I arrived and called him David, he said: 'I prefer Mr James, if you don't mind.' Made me feel like I was back at school. Asshole.
So anyway, you get the idea - I didn't like the guy and the thought of spending three days in LA with this stuffed shirt was maddening.
We checked into a crappy motel - separate rooms of course. By now I was relieved - all that flirtiness had worn off really fast once I realised what a cold fish he was. He asked me to come to his room after I'd freshened up, so we could prepare for tomorrow's meeting. It was going to be a toughie - Jenner Lang was vulnerable to a hostile takeover by a firm called Markhams, and we were trying to fight it - despite the scary rumours that Markhams was a cover for the mob. I sighed - we had a lot of paperwork to get through tonight but it was important stuff - Mr James had said it was information that could save the firm.
I took a quick shower and put on fresh underwear. I'd brought the set my last boyfriend, Carl had got for me for my birthday. White lace with tiny pink roses. It was over a year since Carl and I had broken up and I hadn't had an occasion special enough to wear it yet, but - hey! - three days in LA is three days in LA, whatever the reason.
I looked in the mirror and I liked what I saw. 25 years old, with a flat stomach and small firm tits that Carl used to call my 'double handful'. He used to love hanging off them while he ate me out on his knees, rolling and pinching my small pink nipples. The memory brought an unexpected shiver, a tiny thrill that made my clit tingle and tightened my asshole. Wow, it was a long time since I'd thought about sex, and tonight was not the night to get started!
It was a hot night, so I pulled on a little cotton dress, then gathered the papers Mr James and I would need and went next door to his room. I knocked and the door opened. I stepped through before I realized that it wasn't Mr James who had opened the door, but a large man with dyed blond hair.
'oh', I said, as he shut the door behind me. I looked around. There were three other men I'd never seen before in the room. And one I barely recognized. Mr James was handcuffed to a chair. He'd obviously also had a shower, and his dark hair was wet. He was wearing his suit pants, but no shirt or shoes. And a trickle of blood had run from his nose down his chin and onto his chest. He looked up at me with dazed eyes and - inexplicably - another thrill rippled through my shaven lips. Without his sharp suit and fancy tie, Mr James was pretty damned sexy, even with blood trickling past one nipple and down his smooth, tanned skin to his muscular stomach. Plus it was kind of cool to see this control freak in such a helpless situation.
'Don't scream'. said the blond man.
'I'm not going to scream,' I said, 'I'm not a screamer.'
'Oh yeah?' Blondie smirked at me. 'Maybe we'll see about that.' He moved round in front of me and held out his hands for the papers. 'These the papers?' Mr James nodded warily. I handed over the papers. Blondie grinned at Mr James 'Why the hell didn't you tell me she had them? You could have saved yourself a broken nose.'
'Can I go now?' Whatever this was about, I knew it was nothing to do with me and hoped they'd realise that. All I wanted to do was step back into the corridor and run the hell away from here as fast as I could go.
'O sure, you can go', said Blondie, then they all laughed as I turned towards the door, only to find it locked.
'Let her go,' Mr James still managed to sound in control, even though he was cuffed to a chair and bleeding. 'I'll give you what you want.' I felt a tiny chink open in my animosity towards him. But Blondie just laughed again. 'Oh, I know you will.' He grabbed my arm and I winced at the power of his grip. 'And so will she.'
He pushed me backwards across the bed, his big hands groping at my breasts through my thin cotton dress. I tried to fight him off but he was really strong. He straddled me, pinning me to the bed, and with a single movement he ripped the top of my dress down. I didn't scream, but I heard myself pleading with him: 'Please don't. Please don't. Please don't.' I felt his rough hands on my thighs, then my body jerked upwards as he tore my white lace panties off me.
Through my panic I was dimly aware of the other three men coming closer to the bed. Two of them were big and muscular and looked like brothers and the third was small and wiry with a goatee. To my horror I saw that the brothers already had their dicks out. 'They're going to rape me' - the voice in my head told me this calmly, but I still couldn't believe it would happen to me - not here in some scuzzy motel room with my boss watching.
But he wasn't just watching. Blondie was suddenly knocked sideways as Mr James kicked out with both feet at him. Blondie sat up and lashed out with the back of his forearm at Mr James, knocking him and the chair over. Goatee kicked him in the guts and I heard a small grunt of pain escape from him.
