"Well, Sadie, I just wanted to congratulate you on a stellar presentation."
Sadie Simpson breathed a sigh of relief, relaxing in her seat. Mr. Fukszia rose stiffly from his chair -- more of a throne, really -- and clapped from behind his imposing mahogany desk. Her presentation had been very important to her, not just because of the content, but also because all the corporate muckety-mucks would be in the audience. Having the CEO himself compliment her on a job well done meant she still had a job at the company, and probably would for the next few months. There were no guarantees in the business world and she always needed to justify her existence.
Billy, her husband, chided her on her constant fear of being fired. "Silly Billy," as Sadie sometimes thought of him, just didn't understand the realities of corporate life for a woman. In a job like hers, being good wasn't good enough. Sadie had to be twice as good as the men against whom she was pitted. She was under constant pressure to stand out from the rest of the crowd.
Unfortunately, that's just what Sadie Simpson had done. Mr. Fukszia grinned down at the petite blonde, his deeply wrinkled face the texture of worn leather. He had certainly noticed her today, her skirt cut a little tighter than usual, her blouse, like her lipstick, a vibrant red. As she had closed her presentation she had flashed a warm, flirty smile that made the eighty year-old's low-slung balls twitch. The young woman exuded sexuality, although he knew she would never willingly cheat on her husband. He had it on reliable authority that Mrs. Sadie Simpson was a good woman and a good wife, unfailingly faithful. But her virtue was not disappointing; destroying it was the very thing that made this game so exciting. He would just have to proceed carefully if he were to get what he wanted from the pretty young employee.
Sadie noticed her boss' smile and immediately felt uneasy. In most cases, she liked the way men looked at her; it made her feel sexy. However, being alone in her boss' office and having him eye her intently as he was doing now, was something entirely unexpected.
"Was there something else, Mr. Fukszia?" she asked, taking care, as always, with the pronunciation.
The rugous old man leaned back against his desk.
"Why, yes, Sadie. I think it's time to talk about your position with this company."
The beautiful young wife felt her stomach shrink to the size of a peach pit.
"Wh...what about my position?"
Mr. Fukszia pushed away from his desk, his hands clasped behind his back. Slowly, pompously, he walked around behind Sadie, circling her.
"After your performance today, I believe you are in line for a promotion."
"A... a promotion?"
"Of course, Sadie. What did you think I was going to say?"
Sadie blushed, saying nothing.
"Yes, my dear, a promotion. I am thinking of a new position in the company, one specifically suited to your...talents." Fukszia stood behind the young blonde, leering down at her. "Of course, you would be working very closely with me."
Sadie felt her boss' gnarled fingers dig into her shoulders, thick tips jabbing into the muscle. She jumped, trying to stand, but the old man was stronger than he looked.
"Oh, I know what you're thinking. You're thinking that a promotion, any promotion, just would not be worth what you would have to do for me."
Fukszia continued to rub her shoulders, working his fingers down the front of her blouse.
"You may be right, but you should consider all the facts before you decide."
All Sadie was considering at this point was how to kill her gray-haired employer. Looks were deceiving and Sadie Simpson was no exception. Although little, just under five foot two inches, Sadie knew self-defense and considered many strategies, from breaking the bastard's fingers and stomping on his orthopedic shoe, to poking him in the cataracts and snapping his waddled, turkey-like neck.
Like any true predator, Fukszia sensed his prey's rising tension. He released the young wife's trembling shoulders and walked around to stand in front of her again. He was not merely smiling, but grinning from ear to ear, obviously pleased with himself.
"Fact number one," Fukszia held up a liver-spotted finger, "you need this job."
"Not that much," Sadie countered, rising from her seat.
The wizened old executive ignored his young employee, holding up a second finger.
"Fact number two. If you were to leave right now, I could find hundreds of others just...like...you."
Sadie knew he was right about that. The job market was glutted with younger applicants willing to work for less pay. Some may even submit to whatever sick desires cankered in the mind of her boss.
"Fact number three," Fukszia glared into her eyes, hot lust smoldering. "If you quit, you'll need a reference. Who is going to hire you after I tell them you stole from this company?"
"What?" Sadie was shocked. "You can't do that!"
"Oh, but I can. You see, young lady, it is a simple thing to create evidence that you are stealing. Then, if you did tell anyone what happened in this office, who would believe you?"
Sadie's breath caught somewhere in her chest. She could hear the blood pumping behind her ears and she felt woozy, almost like fainting. She didn't want to admit it, but she was trapped.
Fukszia knew it, too. He looked at her like she was a juicy pheasant under glass.
Sadie wanted desperately to lash out at this disgusting pig in front of her, to defy him, but it seemed hopeless. She felt herself teeter on the edge of acceptance.
"I...can't..."
Fukszia nodded. He had her backed into a corner now, her resistance wavering. He recognized the familiar signs of submission on her worried face. How easy it had been to tear down her defenses and reveal this weak, obiging young slut.
"Come now, Sadie. What would you rather do? Make more money and suck my cock, or be unemployed with no prospects?"
Fukszia fumbled at his pinstriped trousers, pushing them down over his narrow, brittle hips, letting his cock pop free. It was about five inches, but it had a red, angry hue with bulging veins that Sadie didn't like. It seemed to warn of danger.
She couldn't breathe.
"Mr. Fukszia...please...I've never done that for anyone but my husband."
"And does your husband tell you you're a good cocksucker, Mrs. Simpson?"
Sadie was unable to take her eyes from that disgusting, bloated dick.
"He says he likes it," she said woodenly.
"Good. If you do a good job, this will be the only...special service you will have to perform."
Fukszia saw the hope light up in Sadie's eyes.
"You mean, if I suck your cock this one time, that's it?"
The old man almost laughed. Only a stupid cocksucking whore would see a blowjob as a good thing.
"That's not what I said, Mrs. Simpson." Fukszia was suddenly cold. "I said if you did a good job. Will you do a good job?"
Sadie said nothing. She had only ever been with her husband and he with her. From his reactions, she knew he loved the way she sucked him off, but the inexperienced young wife had no idea if that would be good enough for a depraved old pervert like her boss.
"Ok. I'll do it."
"Good. First, let's start by you stripping for me Mrs. Simpson. I'd like to see more of you."
"Please, can't I just get it over with? Do you have to humiliate me too?"
Fukszia's eyes narrowed.
"Mrs. Simpson, if you want to do a good job then you have to go all the way. Do you understand?"
Sadie nodded slowly, her eyes burning with tears of shame. Fukszia licked his lips at the petite, young blonde. He had the bitch right where he wanted her,
Sadie unbuttoned her blouse, her motion rigid and robotic. She was nervous and her fumbling fingers couldn't seem to undo the buttons.
"Relax, Mrs. Simpson. Why don't you move your hips a little? I'm sure you give your husband a better show than this."
Tears dripped from the end of the young woman's nose. The old buzzard's eyes grew hungry as he watched his sexy young employee's trim hips sway, her skirt clinging tightly to her legs. Slowly, her fingers undid the blouse to reveal tan skin against a black bra. Sadie closed her eyes to shut out her boss' lecherous gaze. She moved her hips in wider circles, running her hands through her blonde hair.
She wanted this horrible degradation to be over, but she knew those hopes were a dream. To protect her job, her family, she would have to go through this entire disgusting process.
So, she slid the blouse over her shoulders, hearing Fukszia gasp as he watched her skin revealed. She began to crouch, moving in time to music playing silently in her mind, her pencil skirt hiking up her trim hips as she gave the nasty pervert a glimpse of her black panties. He was breathing heavily now, and she wondered if the old man would have a heart attack.
