"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."
