Mike was angry -- very angry. He had invested the last three years of his life building an internet graphics company and was on the verge of landing a big contract when his partner secretly formed another company and stole the client right out from under Mike's nose. He wouldn't answer any of Mike's calls. All Mike got was a short email that said "Sorry -- it's just business. You would have done the same thing."
There was nothing Mike could do. It had all been perfectly legal. Jason took advantage of Mike's stupidity with respect to the business side of the company. Mike was the artist. He trusted Jason. That was his mistake. Jason had manipulated the company documents and accounts in a way that he had complete authority to do pretty much everything he pleased.
Mike wanted blood. He wanted that asshole to die a slow and torturous death. Getting drunk seemed like the best option at the moment. He had to calm his nerves before he did something he would regret. After locking the door to the studio, Mike headed down the street to the nearest bar. He had just thrown down his third shot of tequila when he heard a familiar voice behind him.
"Hi Mike. What are you doing here?"
Mike turned and looked at Mindy Baker with a glare on his face. He was about to lose it and fought desperately to restrain himself. Of all people to walk into the bar on this night, it had to be Jason's fiancée. He wondered how much she knew about what Jason had done. Not much he concluded. Otherwise she wouldn't be standing here with that friendly smile on her pretty face.
"Where's your boyfriend?" Mike asked with a slight slur in his voice.
"Oh, Jason's not here," Mindy replied timidly. "I was meeting a girlfriend after work. We were just leaving when I saw you sitting here. Don't tell Jason -- please. He doesn't like me going to places like this without him."
Mike let his eyes roam up and down Mindy's body. Jason not only had his company, he also had one of the hottest girls in town. Mindy was a walking wet dream. Her full lips and big brown eyes were soft and inviting. Long dark hair hung down over her shoulders. Her 5'4" frame supported a pair of nicely formed tits and a firm ass that stretched her tight jeans like an advertisement. When she moved, her body exuded sexuality. Mindy seemed oblivious to the effect she had on men.
She blushed when she saw how Mike was practically undressing her with his eyes. Mindy was flattered by the attention he was giving her, but she knew it was wrong to encourage him. She was engaged to Jason, and Jason could have a terrible temper when he thought she was flirting with other men, even if it was harmless.
"Um... I better go," Mindy mumbled. "It was good to see you Mike."
"Wait," Mike said, grabbing her arm as she turned to leave. "I, um... I need your advice on something. A website we are constructing for a new client has to appeal to women. You have a good eye, Mindy. Why don't you come to the studio and give me your opinion?"
Mike didn't want her to leave. Mindy was a link to Jason and keeping her nearby seemed like a good idea. His hand tightened its grasp on her arm. Mindy could feel her heart pounding faster. She had always been attracted to Mike, but kept those feelings buried deep. The way he was touching her sent shivers through her body. She needed to get away.
"Um, I don't think that's a good idea," Mindy replied, averting his eyes. "Why don't we wait until Jason can join us?"
"This can't wait," Mike said, tightening his grip. "Come on, Mindy. I promise not to tell Jason about seeing you here if you do this for me. It will only take a second."
Mike guided her out of the bar and onto the sidewalk, keeping a firm grip on her arm. Mindy felt helpless to resist and let him steer her towards the studio. Her heart was beating faster. Something about the way Mike took charge excited her. Just calm down, she told herself. Let him show you what he wants to show you and then leave. No one will get hurt.
They entered the studio, which also served as Mike's apartment. It was a large room with computers and drawing boards on one side, and a lounging area with a TV, bed and tiny kitchen on the other. In the corner were a weight machine and a pull-up bar. Mike guided Mindy to one of the computers with a large screen and had her sit in the chair.
"Look, I should probably warn you that in this business you have to take the clients that are willing to pay, so what you are about to see is from a client that has... well, let's just say his tastes are not as normal as others. Still, I want this to be good art."
Mike clicked the button a few times. The screen filled with a drawing of a naked woman tied to a post. She had leather straps wrapped tightly around her body leaving her tits exposed and a tiny triangle hiding her pussy. Her nipples were pierced with rings that had a chain stretched between them. The dark-haired woman with bright red lipstick had a look of pure lust on her face.
"Tell me, Mindy, do you find this at all erotic, or does it turn you off? I need your opinion."
Mindy blushed and sat there in silence. She didn't know what to say. She did find the image erotic. It was the look in the woman's eyes. It was like she was looking back at Mindy and inviting her to join the dark and masochistic pleasure she was about to receive. Mindy felt her nipples grow hard. 'No' a voice in her head screamed. This is all wrong. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
"Um... I... I don't think I can help you," Mindy stuttered. "I don't know about these kinds of things. Look, I better get going."
Mike could tell by the way she stared at the screen that she was captivated by the image. He put his hands on her shoulders and forced her to stay in the chair. Mindy didn't offer much resistance. She felt his strong hands squeeze her firmly and shuddered. Her head was pounding with excitement that she knew she shouldn't be feeling. Mike reached down and clicked the mouse until the image on the screen changed.
"I had considered this one but it just seemed too over the top for me. What do you think?"
The same woman was on her knees with her hands tied behind her back. A spiked iron collar was tight around her neck. A man standing behind her was pulling on a chain attached to it. With his other hand, he was cracking a whip across her bare ass. Her legs were spread with a clear image of her pussy dripping from between her cheeks. Her face was turned enough to see the pleasure she was feeling. A caption on the bottom read, "I was a bad girl. Master had to punish me."
"Oh..." Mindy gasped. "I... um... I don't know. It's... um..."
She couldn't collect her thoughts. Things seemed to be spinning out of control. Mike tightened his grip so much that it almost hurt. Mindy felt her pussy clench. A trickle of juice escaped into her panties. She didn't know why her body was responding like this. She wasn't that kind of girl, or was she? She couldn't take her eyes off the image in front of her.
"You know, some girls like it like that," Mike said. "They get pleasure from rough sex. I once read that many women have a secret desire to be taken against their will, but they are afraid to act on their feelings. Have you ever thought about having sex like this?"
