Chapter 1 -- Monday - The beginning
Caroline was nervous, there was something in the tone of her boss's voice when he phoned her and told her to come to his room that caused her a little disquiet. He was normally so friendly; however, his tone had been short and icy.
She knew that there had always been a connection with her boss even though he was so much older than her. Whenever he looked at her she felt butterflies start in her stomach. He was always kind and interested in her family but would still flirt with her outrageously. She had never caught him overtly "checking her out" but subconsciously she knew that he did. He had never, however, done anything that could be interpreted as being overtly sexual.
She was glad that she has dressed well today, if he was in a bad mood or if there was a problem, maybe her outfit would help. It consisted of a black dress, knee length, but with a split on the righthand side that was positioned such that, if she chose to do so, Caroline could reveal the top of her stockings. The front of the dress was cut low and she had on one of her push up bras that showed off her tits nicely. Again, she knew that if she bent forward, whoever was in front of her would get a good eyeful of her tits.
Caroline started up the stairs, her "fuck me" heels clack, clacking on the staircase on her way to his room. She also wondered why he had waited to the end of the day to summons her as there had been all day to talk. She was suddenly conscious that she was quite possibly the last member of staff left as it was after go-home time and she herself had been heading for the door when the phone rang.
She got to her boss's door, which was, unusually, closed and so summonsing her inner strength she knocked and waited. "Come in" she heard -- again a strangely cold tone. As she opened the door he didn't look up he just said "sit down" while he carried on with his work.
After a couple of, very uncomfortable, minutes of silence for Caroline she started to fidget, unaware that her actions were exposing the top of her stocking and bare thigh of her right leg.
Suddenly he looked up and stared into her eyes with a hard, almost cruel gaze. Caroline had never seen him look at her like that and she felt nervous about what he was going to tell her, however when he spoke she was rocked.
"You slut! I know what you have been doing -- I know that you have been stealing from me." Caroline went cold, felt sick as her guts felt like they were going to leave her body. He leaned forward You now have two choices. I can call the police and have you arrested"
"No! She shouted -- please don't -- I will do anything -- just don't call the police". Tears were falling down her face.
For the first time she saw a hint of a smile touch his eyes. "Which brings me to the second option. You will become my fuck toy, you will fuck me however and whenever I want." He leaned further forward and looked deep into her eyes "I know you are a slut, I can feel it, I have always know it -- you never know, you might even enjoy it."
She looked at him through tear filled eyes, "surely you don't mean it?" "Oh yes I mean it" he said and smiling for the first time he said "and you start now. Stand up and strip for me - I can always call the police if you prefer" he said reaching for the phone.
"No, no" she stuttered "please don't -- I will do it" She stood hesitantly, her legs shaking. "Slowly, like the slut you are" he said. Not sure what to do she started to swing her hips to an imaginary rhythm running her hands over her body. "Good" he said "I think you will make a very good pet".
Caroline's face was burning with shame and embarrassment and streaked with the tracks of her tears, but somehow, deep down, she could feel an excitement building.
She turned so her back was to her boss -- so that he could see when she reached up and pulled down the zip on the back of her dress, then she turned around and, holding the dress in place over her tits, she shrugged the straps over her shoulders.
Looking into his, now smiling, face she said "Is this really what you want -- you want to turn me, a happily married mother of two, into your fuck toy?"
The combination of the broad smile on his face and the authoritative "yes" somehow sent a jolt of pleasure through her pussy. She let go of the dress and let it slide down her body hips still swaying, dressed in her black bra and knickers, stockings and heels.
"Very nice slut -- now loose the bra". She defiantly looked at him, reached behind and unclipped her bra before throwing it at him. She realized her nipples were hard and throbbing and couldn't help sliding her hands over her tits, cupping them, stroking her nipples. She couldn't believe it but she was getting seriously turned on.
