Layla's smile was outshining the sun that morning. She stood in her room looking herself up and down in the body mirror with a sense of seductive confidence. She wore a white tight fitting button up shirt, a black skirt that went to her mid thighs. Just enough to hide herself if she had to bend over. The black thigh high stockings & black stilettos perked her round ass up perfectly. She had a suit top jacket that matched her skirt on the bed beside her portfolio. She put on her make-up and was humming a tune while lost in thought. Thoughts about how nice it would be not wearing grease covered jeans along with a bleach-stained polo shirt anymore. The relief of no longer having sore feet from the bulky non-slip shoes she had to wear. Not to mention the horrid "lunch lady" hair net. Three weeks had passed since she lost her job at the local diner on the west side of town. Initially, she was very upset about losing her only source of income. Even more so at how long it was taking to find another job. Layla has always been a hardworking girl. Even when she was only 6 years old helping her dad out at the machine shop. It didn't bother her one bit to roll her sleeves up to do some grunt work.
But not having a job was starting to make her extremely depressed. Although today she was determined for that to change.
She finally had an interview at a new law firm downtown doing secretary work. The owner, John Reed, emailed yesterday asking her to come in.
She printed out her updated resume for her portfolio and placed it in front of her training certifications and school transcripts. Layla checked the time real quick on her cell phone and set it back down on the bed and plugged in her charger & continued on with her make-up, leaning toward the mirror staring into her own vividly blue eyes to accent them with black eye-liner.
There was a drastic difference in her high school non-conformist look to her stylish and much more feminine look now. That was a frequent conversation starter when running into old classmates. She was not that shy girl they used to know any longer.
Layla even had an account on a porn site where she'd bare it all. She posted pictures showing off her beautifully developed body. Especially her breasts. Looking at other women's profiles, she realized just how great her body really was. Some would pay for surgery to get their boobs looking the way Layla's did naturally.
The pictures of her most private area is quite the sight. Keeping it extremely smooth shaven, her pink lips are so tightly pressed together. Almost like her mouth as a child when refusing to take her cough medicine. Some were just infatuated with her tightness. She had a kinky kit she liked using in her pictures too. Leather cuffs, ball gag, nipple clamps, collar, leash, and her favorite was her wand. The wand alone left Layla convulsing after an intense orgasm.
Although her profile portrays a confident cock addicted slut. Truth was, Layla Daniels was actually a very self-conscious girl who hasn't been with many men at all. Not physically anyway.
Her turn ons & her dirtiest fantasies she posted had even her questioning her own moral character.
She talked dirty to a few big-cocked older men with similar perversions. She loves the idea of being forcefully dominated by an older man. A fantasy she believed thus far to only take place in her mind and on the porn site messenger.
One more look up & down in the mirror before putting on her blazer. She grabbed her portfolio, thinking how she will clean up the dozens of outfits she tried on this morning that lay on the floor when she gets back. Not like she has a roommate anyway. All of her family moved away during recent years & no boyfriend to complain either. She answered to no one aside from the landlord of course.
A spritz of Tous Love Me perfume & out of the door she went. Her black heels clacked happily down to her car.
All the way there Layla sang along to her playlist in an angelic voice with a smile on her face. Long curly blonde hair flowing on with the wind. Not a care in the world. Oh, what an innocent site.
As she pulled up to the office, she noticed there were no cars in sight out front. The adjacent buildings were all vacant. By the looks of it, her new workplace seemed to be vacant too.
Once she got out of her car she realized she completely forgot to grab her cell phone and purse before leaving. Damn! Oh well she thought to herself. At least I have my portfolio. I won't let anything bring me down today!
Oh the irony, for she had no idea what was in store for her.
The man waiting inside was not a lawyer. Although, the way he was dressed no one would ever be able to tell. He was actually one of the older men Layla met on the porn site. His name was indeed John Reed but on the website he was "dirtyfucker69"
Reed, being a computer genius, traced Layla down effortlessly. He couldn't wait to make the filthy secret fantasies of Layla's (who would be mortified if people knew about) come true and more.
She admitted to him her secret desires of being abducted, kept restrained and fucked on a daily basis. "There's something about being bound & at the mercy of a dirty pervert that just gets me so hot & bothered." She had told him.
Reed was ready to take full advantage. The helpless expression on her face & in her eyes drove him insane. He wanted to devour her and relish in all the sounds he'd force her to make. It was hard enough to fight his arousement just thinking of all their filthy conversations. More so than he ever had with previous women.
He made quite a living off young women like Layla. Lonely, single, naive girls with a hidden desire for rape fantasy. These type of girls were not only easy targets, but also fetched him & his associates high prices with their clientele. They were usually easy to train.
He had his trusty duffel bag with everything he'd need for this anticipated encounter. As he was locking the leather cuffs & shackles to a set of chains on a twin matress laying on the dirty concrete floor, he heard a car door shut. A perverse smile came as he leamed back to peek out the doorway through the window to see the curly haired blonde walking towards the building. His heart raced with excitement & his cock started to throb.
*Punctual too? Oh Miss Daniel's the things I am about to do you* He thought.
When Layla pulled on the door she half expected it to be locked since the place seemed to have no one there. To her surprise it opened right up. An uneasy feeling swept over & in her gut she knew something was off.
She walked through the door & saw that this place had a good way to go before opening for business. Two desks sat in the room she stood in. One had a desktop computer on it that had yet to be set up. The other had a laptop, a large yellow legal pad and two chairs, one in front and one behind it.
Stacks of folders and papers coated with dust were laying all throughout the room. She can hear someone in the back rattling things around. To her, it sounded like chains or a box of screws being shifted about. *This place needs more work than I thought* she thought to herself
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"Hello?" She calls out.
"Be right with you Miss Daniels!" A man calls out from the back room.
Wow, what a stern & sexy voice she thought to herself.
Glancing about and twiddling her fingers a bit to pass time while waiting. Finally footsteps approach so she straightens her posture, her hands to her sides to look professional as she could. All it did was make her tits look bigger. Which did not go unnoticed by Reed. He wanted to take her right then and there, but he had to keep his composure. There was no way he was going to let this one slip through his fingers.
The man matched with the sexy voice that called out quite well. Layla is taken back as her attractive, potentially new boss, rounds the corner. Around his late 30s early 40s. Tall, dark haired, blue eyed, muscular and smelling incredible. He wore the classic lawyer get-up. Nice wrinkle free button up shirt & pants and a perfectly done black tie.
He extends a hand. Layla blushed as she has always had a thing for older men.
