"We need to talk," said Paul Anderson as he barged into his boss's office, slamming the door shut behind him. There had been no one to stop him from entering as Maria's personal assistant, Jennifer, was off sick today.
"Mr Anderson?" said Maria in surprise, looking up at him. "What's the problem?"
"Don't worry," snapped Paul as he strode up to the beautiful brunette's desk, "I'm not after head this time."
He threw a manila folder down on her desk and a couple of grainy photographs spilled out. They were shots of him lying on top of a passed out blonde and a few of him with his cock stuffed into her mouth.
"He's got video footage as well apparently," Paul told her, sounding rather desperate.
"He?" asked Maria, opening the folder and flicking through the rather incriminating photographs.
"O'Reilly," explained Paul, referring to the company's national manager. "I'm done. You've got to help me."
"Help you? I don't think so," Maria curtly replied.
"Look," said Paul, leaning over her desk. "If you don't make this go away then I'll be forced to give O'Reilly the stuff I have on you." Paul had been blackmailing his beautiful boss for the past few months.
Maria frowned, clearly not happy. "You can't do that, we had a deal."
Paul shook his head. "The deal's changed. I'm in the shit here and you can help me. If you do this then I'll destroy all the evidence I've got. No more blowjobs."
"No more blowjobs?" repeated Maria. Clearly the idea appealed to her.
"We'll be even," Paul assured her.
Maria considered for a moment. "Okay," she finally agreed.
***
Jim O'Reilly frowned calculatingly at his attractive subordinate. "What's in this for you Maria?" he asked her. Jim O'Reilly was the National Manager of Infinity Systems Computing. He was in his mid fifties and had short white hair and an expansive, barrel like belly. His jowly face was usually bright red and he actually looked a little bit like Boss Hog from the Dukes of Hazard.
"I'm not at liberty to say," Maria replied. The raven haired branch manager was dressed in a light grey skirt and jacket suit, with a bright red blouse. The blouse unbuttoned more than usual and she was giving Jim a clear view of her impressive cleavage.
"This evidence is very compelling, and the charges are serious," said Jim. "And we are talking about your assistant Jennifer here."
"I realise that," said Maria, hating what she'd been forced to do. "But I have to get rid of this matter once and for all."
Jim seemed to consider matters for a moment. After a long pause he replied. "I'll let you what Maria. I like you, and we've worked together for a couple of years now so I'm willing to help you out. I'll destroy this evidence against Paul...if you agree to fuck me."
"What?" blurted Maria in surprise. That had been the last thing she'd expected. From Paul maybe, but from Jim O'Reilly her boss?
"We have sex. Then I'll make all this go away," explained Jim.
Maria still looked in shock. "But I'm married!"
Jim shrugged. "It's pretty straight forward here Maria. You're asking me to do something very unethical. So in return I want something of value. That hot body of yours is valuable to me."
Maria grimaced. Even with Paul's blackmail she hadn't let him have sex with her. "How about I suck your cock instead?"
"Not good enough," replied Jim immediately. He was used to negotiating multi-million dollar deals and he knew how to bargain. "You've got a nice big pair of boobs that I've wanted to get my hands on for years, and I bet you're a fantastic fuck."
"I give fantastic head," said Maria.
"I'm sure you do, and I intend to find out," Jim replied calmly. "But I also intend to shoot my wad in that sweet pussy of yours."
Maria was looking very uncomfortable. But perhaps sleeping with the boss would help her career as well. "You'll destroy the photos?"
"Yes."
"Okay," she agreed. "I'll do it."
Jim's grin was a mile wide. "Excellent. Well let's start with that head you were talking about."
"Right now?" replied Maria in surprise, glancing nervously around the National Manager's office.