The young blonde had never felt so cheap and used in her life. All of the values that she stood for and all of the things that she had worked so hard for were simply hanging by a thread. And worse yet, she knew that her future was controlled both by Hall and the outcome of his license renewals. She was realistic enough to know that even if she did everything that he told her to, that he would destroy her if his business failed because of her mistakes. This gave her a two-fold feeling of doom. Still, Julie decided to try and at least talk to Hall about getting the video back of the two of them fucking in the hotel room.
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Julie sighed deeply. She had lied to her fiancé about this after hours meeting with Hall. She told him that it was going to be held at Hall's local office and involved other members of her law firm when in fact Hall had told her to meet him at the restaurant in the five star hotel in which he was staying. She also told him that she would be very late and that he shouldn't expect a phone call from her tonight. As she walked into the hotel, she paused and closed her eyes in resignation. There really was no choice, she told herself.
The doorman and bellhops eyed the young woman with open admiration. They had worked at the hotel long enough to know that a beautiful woman who showed up at the hotel dressed like Julie was going to be flat on her back taking some dick soon enough. They envied the wealthy men who somehow always seemed to get between the legs of the finest looking women.
Julie was directed to a circular booth in a secluded corner of the restaurant and there saw Hall making notes on a pad. She stood at the table on trembling legs for several moments before he looked up. The lawyer had worn what he had instructed her to wear. She had on a very short black leather skirt that hugged her well formed ass cheeks and no panties or hose. Her long, tanned legs made their naked way down to her well manicured feet in a pair of open toed high heeled shoes. The top was a tight turtleneck that she wore because it was made of fairly thick material. She chose this because, as instructed, she again was allowed no bra. Even so, it was clear that her large melons were not contained in a bra, as they swayed provocatively from side to side as she walked.
When Hall finally acknowledged Julie standing there, he smiled broadly and offered her his hand. She smiled back, revealing her perfect teeth, and her face beamed beautifully with the smile. It went through her mind that she had just smiled for the first time in a long time.
"Julie, please have a seat."
Julie sat in the booth. It was shaped like a U, and had a back that was several feet high and made the booth extremely private. Hall moved to the middle of the back of the booth and motioned her next to him. Julie slid along the padded seat until she was sitting next to Hall. A long white table cloth covered the table.
As the two ate, he talked about the status of the license renewals and about what he wanted to accomplish. Hall told Julie that the sale of one of his stations was now being held up because of the license renewal issue. He told her that the feds had been pressuring him for months to sell one of his stations to a group of black investors and that when he had finally gotten them to agree to the price he set, that he had had to approach them with this renewal problem. He had explained to them that the problem was outside his control, but they continued to believe that he was only trying to leverage them for more money. Not only was he out the millions that they were obligated to pay him, but they were now threatening to file suit over his failure to convey the station with a valid, renewed license.
Julie sat next to him half listening to this story, but trying to work up the courage to ask about the videotape. Her mouth was dry from nervousness. She sipped on the martini that he had bought for her. When she finally spoke, her voice sounded cracked and high-pitched.
"I ... I ... I really would like to get that videotape back," she finally stammered.
She quickly realized that this request came out of the blue.
Hall chuckled gently. "I'm sure you would," he replied. "And, if you assist me as I know that you will, then, certainly, you will get it back. All in due time. All in due time." he said. "You certainly have my word that it won't be sent to your work or your fiancé unless you force me to send it."
She listened to him with a terrible dread. Julie expected what happened next. Hall's hand moved to the silky smooth skin of her muscular thigh and remained there caressing the soft skin of her inner thigh while they spoke. What she didn't expect was that he would lean over and kiss her mouth. As his tongue probed her mouth, his hand went under her top and began to softly knead the fleshy breasts and nipples, quickly bringing them to a stiff attention. This startled Julie, but she did nothing to stop him. She even forced herself to tongue back at his intruding tongue. After what seemed like minutes, but was probably only a matter of seconds, Hall pulled his mouth from hers. He continued to massage her D cup breasts and looked into her blue eyes as he did so. Her sensitive nipples remained erect to his touch. Finally, as a waiter approached, his hand moved from under her blouse.
Hall ordered them each another martini and told her to finish the first quickly. Julie downed the drink as soon as she could. The public assault on her body then continued.
"Open your legs up for me," Hall said.
Despite her foreboding, Julie parted her legs. His fingers found her well manicured pubic hair and massaged the top of her pussy without entering her. Still, the moisture became evident on his fingers as he rubbed her pussy lips vigorously, and several times he wiped his fingers off on her inner thigh.
Hall then stuck his middle finger into Julie's moistened love hole which brought a nearly silent cry of passion from the young woman.
"Ohhh," Julie moaned. Her eyes closed and her small hands instinctively went to Hall's hand as if she could somehow control his meaty fingers. There her hands remained, one on his wrist and the other on the back of his intruding hand. The sensation brought on by not only feeling his finger working within her, but also feeling the movement from outside her was almost more than she could bear.
As her pussy bathed his finger in wetness, she struggled with the physical desire that she was feeling. Was she just a whore, she wondered? Why did her body betray her?
