When she woke the following morning Susan ached all over. Her bottom in particular was sore. She could still get a slight taste of cum in her mouth. She didn't want to go to work but knew if she didn't that not only would she be out of a job but so too would her husband Frank. Reluctantly Susan got out of bed and made her way to the shower. In the shower she finally came to a decision that she knew would cost her dearly. Despite this however she was determined to make a stand no matter what that cost was. Arriving at the office Susan was surprised to see that Edward was already in his office. Taking a deep breath she knocked at the door before entering.
Edward looked up at her and sat back in his leather chair. "Well, you fucked that up," he said suddenly.
It threw Susan off guard. "What do you mean? I was assaulted and raped by crazy wives," she responded vehemently.
"You could have cost me the contract," retorted Edward angrily.
"Oh, fuck your contract. I quit so do your worst!" yelled Susan and turned her back to leave the office.
"Just one moment," said Edward.
For a moment Susan froze. Something in Edward's voice told her she was in trouble and it sent a shiver down her spine. Susan slowly turned to face her young boss who was now standing.
"You're not going anywhere, Susan. How are you going to explain to Frank about your adultery?"
"Adultery? What adultery? I told you, I was raped," protested Susan.
"Not according to this," answered Edward as he picked up a remote control and the sound of moaning drew Susan's attention to the TV in the corner. She was horrified at what she saw. She had been filmed sucking off that dreadful Lester and his friends as well as being fucked by each of them in turn.
"It looks to me like you really enjoyed yourself last night, Susan," said Edward with a laugh.
It was all too much for Susan who swung around and lashed out at her boss. "You fucking pervert. You set me up, you and Lester! She screamed as she swung her hand towards Edward's face.
Edward was too quick for her and he grabbed Susan's arm and gripped it tightly making the fifty-two year old wince.
"I wouldn't do that, Susan, unless you want to be charged with assault as well," he said with a grin.
"I don't understand you. A few weeks ago you were willing to fire me. You made me beg for my job and now you won't let me leave. What do you want from me?" asked a frustrated Susan.
You're right, I wanted to fire you. Then I saw how willing you were to do anything to save yourself and your daughter, not to mention Frank. Besides, you're hot in bed," responded Edward with a sinister laugh.
"That was just a once off,"
"Oh no it wasn't and you fail to comply with all my demands your entire family will suffer," was Edward's firm answer.
Defeated, Susan bowed her head in capitulation.
"Now, get my coffee," ordered Edward.
Susan did as ordered, trying to hold back the tears as she did so.
Susan returned and put the coffee on the desk as usual and as if nothing had happened Edward was reading a report and didn't even acknowledge her. Susan turned and was about to leave when she suddenly put the report down. "Stop and turn around," he ordered.
Once again Susan felt a shiver down her spine as she slowly turned around in obedience.
Edward clasped his hands together and sat back in his black leather chair. "Lift your skirt," he demanded.
Susan knew she was in trouble. She was wearing underwear, contrary to Edward's orders. After all, she had intended to quit. She had no idea she would be in such a predicament.
Slowly she obeyed, raising her skirt enough to allow her young boss to leer lustfully.
"Tut, tut. What did I tell you about wearing knickers in this office? Take them off and give them to me. In fact, get naked, now!" demanded Edward.
Susan was horrified but perceiving no other choice she undressed and handed her knickers to Edward who promptly ripped them up and tossed them in the waste basket.
Finally naked Susan wanted to cover up but knew better so she put her hands down by her sides.
Edward stood up and walked around her like he had before.
"I said it before and I'll say it again. You're a fine looking woman. Now, rub your clit with your finger and make yourself cum. I want to hear you moan loud and enjoying it," demanded Edward as he sat on the front of his desk.
"But, Mr Prescott..." Susan stopped when she saw her boss's face.
She had never masturbated except in bed and certainly not in front of an audience. Slowly she inserted her finger and began to probe gently. Gradually she worked herself into a frenzy that included her crying yes, oh yes, repeatedly until she experienced an orgasm.
"Excellent, Susan, that was good, very good. Now return to your desk. There's work to be done," said Edward.
Susan hurried to the bathroom to clean up.
As she sat at her desk Susan Gibbons wondered if this nightmare would ever end. Several time she wiped tears away. Finally, and with some desperation, she searched through her handbag and retrieved a card before picking up the phone.
***
"Take it easy, Susan,"
"That's easy for you to say. My life is a total mess," replied Susan after swallowing a most of the large brandy placed before her.
"Oh, Geoff, what am I going to do?" asked Susan in despair.
It was two days later and Geoff Thomas was sitting opposite Susan in the pub where Geoff had agreed to meet Susan when she phoned him.
"Well, getting yourself drunk won't solve it," responded Geoff.
"It's bad enough that he forces me to have sex with him but after what happened with Lester being humiliated by his wife, I just don't know if I can take much more of it.," said Susan in continued despair.
Geoff looked up with surprise on his face. "Wife?" he asked.
"Yes, she and the others put me through an awful humiliation. Susan went on to elaborate.
For a moment Geoff remained silent and then burst into laughter.
"What's so funny? What did I say?" asked Susan, mystified by the young man's response.
"Oh, Susan, I'm so sorry. I shouldn't laugh, I know, but you sounded so funny," replied Geoff, who slowly brought his laughter under control.
"You have no idea what I'm on about, do you?" he asked.
Susan just shook her head.
"My dear girl, you've been the victim of a hoax."
"What are you talking about, Geoff?"
