The red silk gown was almost transparent with a deep v-neck and held up by only two thin spaghetti straps and the length only reached about mid thigh. The red bikini panties barely covered my ass, thank goodness the red silk robe tied in the middle and reached almost to my knees.
Walking back into his office, Charles was sipping whisky and had a glass of Vodka waiting for me. The computer monitor was replaying the recording of me sucking his cock and eating out his wife, and he was chuckling as he watched it.
"Oh there you are Evie, you look lovely. The color red suits you, come have a seat," he smirked.
I cautiously approached the chair he had pulled out beside him for me to sit. He didn't even have to tell me the Vodka was for me, and I sure as hell needed it. Sitting down I picked the glass up and took a large swallow to calm me. My eyes glued to the screen of me having to be pulled off Lilly.
"Evie, Evie your full of surprises," he laughed, "your quite the carpet muncher. That's a side of you I didn't see in Vegas. This film here is along with the Vegas film means I own your ass, don't ever forget it," he growled.
"How did you find me?" I meekly asked, "I don't think I ever told you my last name, I certainly didn't know yours."
He laughed loudly, "Oh we were both dunk and high on weed and we never exchanged names, just bodily fluids," he chuckled. "You were one wild chick and by the time I sobered up and tried to find you, you and your friends disappeared."
"Then how did you find me, I know you set this whole job thing up to get us here."
"You're a smart girl Evie, believe me I tried, I intended to bring you back here from Vegas with me. However fate intervened recently and led me to you, when several months ago I ran into Candy in San Francisco. Long story short, she was friends with you and your husband on Facebook, and I was able to get all the information I needed."
"What do you expect of me, you have a beautiful wife and you both seem to love each other," I asked.
"Oh we surely do love each other," he chuckled, "but as you can see we have our kinks. I can't very well whore my wife out, and that's what you are now Evie, my whore."
"It will never work there is no way my husband wouldn't find out which would destroy my marriage...so I might as well let you destroy it now and tell to go fuck yourself," I hissed at him.
Quick as lightning he had me by the throat and on my knees. "Your marriage doesn't mean shit to me, but do you want these films going out to all your friends and family. What will they think of you eating my cum out of my wife's pussy and having to be pulled off because you were enjoying it so much!"
"Ok..okay," I choked out trying to breathe.
"That's better," he growled, releasing me, "now sit your ass down and listen."
Sitting back down in my chair I took another drink of Vodka to soothe my throat and calm me. At least he had turned off the monitor and I was no longer having to watch myself being humiliated.
"I first thought about trying to blackmail you with the Vegas film, but you might have resisted and just told Jim and family members you were single and got drunk and made a mistake, blah, blah, blah.," he chuckled.
"Thus I decided to lure you and Jim here with job offers. You're a natural slut Evie, and you proved that last night," he sneered at me.
"Jim's done nothing wrong, and you have no hold over him. He'll go ape shit when he discovers what you've done and exposes you," I stated firmly, thinking I had found a weakness in his plan.
"Evie believe me that's not going to be a problem," he laughed. "Jim's supervisor has already fixed it to where it looks like Jim stole money from one of the accounts he has been working on. He opens his mouth and he will be in prison so fast he won't know what hit him," he smirked and took a sip of whisky.
Finally realizing he had covered all his bases, I hung my head down and groaned, "What is it you want me to do?" Totally defeated now.
"First do not contact Candy," he chuckled, "you will see her soon enough since she works for me now."
My head popped up, hearing him say Candy worked for him, "What?" I gasped.
"Stop asking questions slut," he growled, "you will be told things when you need to know, just do what the hell I tell you. Understand?"
"Yes Sir," I mumbled.
"Now you will not say anything to Jim about tonight, we will keep him in the dark. When you wake up in the morning act as though you are angry with him for getting drunk, therefore he will not be getting any pussy tomorrow. The next cock in your pussy will be mine....in your marital bed," he grinned and chuckled loudly.
"But..." I started to protest and he cut me off.
"In the morning at breakfast act like you're disappointed in him and I'll handle the rest. He will probably think he has lost his job when he wakes up, let him believe that, hell tell him he probably has lost his job."
"The outfit you're wearing you can tell him is a gift from Lilly for having to spend the night unexpectedly. That's what you will be wearing when I come to your home Monday morning," he ordered me, his voice low and husky.
I couldn't speak, I just nodded my head in defeat and downed the rest of the Vodka.
"Slip your red heels on and grab your dress and bra, I'm keeping your thong as a souvenir. Then I'll take you to your room. We will talk more tomorrow at your house and I'll explain more about what's expected of you," he commanded letting me know that's all he was going to tell me right now.
Leading me through the house he walked beside me, his hand resting on my ass, and every so often squeezed the cheeks of my ass making me falter. I had my hands in front of me carrying my red dress and bra, my heels clicking on the hardwood floor remembering Vegas and the first time he caressed my ass. Biting my lip to keep from moaning I stumbled forward, dreading yet looking forward to him coming to my home to fuck me.
Reaching the door of the room Jim was in, he shoved me against it turning me to face him. "I'm tempted to fuck you in that bed in there right next to your husband," he growled, as he cupped my pussy with one hand, his other around my throat.
I gasped and moaned as he forced me to look at him. His eyes filled with lust as he moved his mouth down and kissed me, hard, demanding and forced his tongue inside my mouth.
I melted into him and would not have resisted if he had done what he suggested. Something about him made me lose all my inhibitions and surrender to him. In Vegas he gave me sexual experiences I had never imagined possible. It was scary the control he had over me that night, which is why when he went to the restroom I escaped and got my friends to leave and us go back to our hotel.
"Better get your ass inside now Evie," he grinned when he released me, "I'll finish what I started in your marital bed," he groaned, and nibbled on my bottom lip.
He turned and stalked off down the long hallway leaving me gasping for air, my pussy wet and throbbing. Opening the door I stepped inside the room. Jim was sprawled on the bed wearing just his boxers laying on his stomach, one arm hanging off the side of the bed. His clothes scattered over the floor.
Whoever put him to bed had turned down the bed but had not covered him. He appeared to be breathing okay, and my heart went out to him. He was the only one innocent in all this and I truly loved him. Hell we had been friends all our lives before we got together in college.
After Vegas I dated only him and he made me feel safe and loved. And I loved him right? Shit I was questioning myself, yes I loved him. Jim was good to me, a handsome man, friendly to a fault and went out of his way to please me. He just didn't realize he married a wanton slut.
A tear rolled down my cheek as I shed my robe and heels and climbed in bed and covered us both up. The clock on the nightstand showed it was 3:45 a.m. as I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep.
Jim groaning and mumbling woke me up and I squinted at the clock, the time was 7:15 a.m. and I dreaded turning over to face him. It was not his fault they got him drunk, in fact I'm sure they drugged him. In the meantime I was going to have to act pissed off at him.
"Oh gawd," he groaned, "my head is killing me," holding his head in his hands as he sat up on the side of the bed. It finally dawned on him he was in a strange bed.
"OH shit," he mumbled, as he stood up and looked around the room. "God almighty I have screwed up and I'm sure I have lost my job," his voice barely a whisper he was so distraught.
Rolling over and looking up at him I said, "You think," sarcastically. Then I got up and went into the adjoining bathroom and slammed the door. When I came out of the bathroom he was sitting on the bed looking haggard and lost.
"Evelyn I'm so sorry, I don't know how that happened," he pleaded, "we were all drinking and I had a buzz but....I don't remember coming in this room. The last thing I remember is Eric handing me another drink."
"Believe me I know," I responded in a harsh voice, "Mrs Noble brought me this gown and robe, after they helped me get you to bed. It was so embarrassing."
"I know he's going to fire me," he groaned burying his head in his hands.
"I would imagine," I hissed at him, "but right now go get a shower and let's get out of here."
'Knock, knock'
"Go get a shower," I grumbled, "I'll go to the door and see if they are throwing us out!"
A female servant was at the door and said Mr. and Mrs. Noble wanted to let you know breakfast would be served in 30 minutes. She had a sly grin on her face, which made me uncomfortable, it was like she knew exactly what was going on. I quickly thanked her and closed the door. While Jim was in the shower I hurried and slipped my clothes on and placed the gown and robe on the bed neatly folded. I didn't want Jim to see the bikini panties I was wearing.
"Was that someone telling us to hurry and get out," he groaned.
"A maid said breakfast would be served in 30 minutes, maybe they want to ream your ass out and tell you not to bother coming back to the office Monday," I replied as I passed him and went back in the bathroom.
God I felt like shit inside, but I sure didn't want him or anyone else to see the film from Vegas, let alone the one from last night! Steeling my shoulders I came out of the bathroom and said, "Come on let's get this over with so we can go home."
