Author's note: The second installment of this story has been a long time in the making. This is only my second attempt at a "sequel." From my standpoint, sequels are like the flip of a coin; you just don't know how it's going to turn out.
Nevertheless, inspiration struck me one day.
Any resemblance to any person living or dead is purely coincidental. All characters are over the age of 18 and are all fictional. And it should go without saying, but I'll say it anyway, this story is just a fantasy, so there's no need to cry and get all salty in the comments. And it should go without saying, but I'll say it anyway, this story is just a fantasy, so there's no need to cry and get all salty in the comments.
But if you're in the mood for some negativity and saltiness, don't hesitate to comment. I love reading all your comments.
Enjoy.
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Saturday
Sunlight streamed through his bedroom window, casting a warm, golden glow across the hardwood floor. Max stretched lazily, feeling the warmth of the sheets against his back. He glanced at the alarm clock on his nightstand: it was earlier than he had expected. Max couldn't fall back asleep, his mind raced with thoughts of Veronica. He stood up, stretching again, and walking over to the window. Looking out, he saw nothing out of the ordinary. The street was empty, the neighbors' houses quiet. The events of the previous day came flooding back to him in vivid detail.
He remembered the way her soft lips moved against his, the feel of her large breasts pressed against his chest, and her sweet moans that seemed echo across his office as their bodies moved in perfect synchrony. They had fucked on his desk, their moans muffled by the papers scattered around them. He vividly recalled the way she arched her back, her nails digging into the desk as she climaxed.
Max had an almost permanent smirk on his face, even his fiancée noticed it as he walked into the kitchen.
"You appear to be in a good mood today," said Emily, taking a sip of her coffee.
"Just have some... interesting things going on in the office."
"Oh, really? New project?"
"Sure," he grinned. "Something like that."
"Is Veronica going to help you?"
"Oh yeah," said Max suppressing a smile. "She is going to be very involved in this."
"God! I'm such an idiot,"
he thought.
"I like Veronica, she's very easy to talk to, maybe we should invite her over for dinner sometime," said Emily. Veronica and Emily had met on multiple occasions. At first Max thought Emily would be a little apprehensive about the beautiful young girl he hired as his secretary, but it turned out to be the complete opposite.
Emily and Veronica formed an instant connection, primarily due to Emily's extroverted and friendly nature. From the moment they met, they engaged in a lively conversation that lasted nearly an hour. Veronica's charisma and a smile that seem to lit up any room she was in and naturally drew people towards her, and when combined with Emily's outgoing personality, they conversed and laughed as if they had known each other for years.
As far as Max was concerned, he held all the cards. He had an open field and could do whatever he wanted to or with Veronica and his pretty fiancée would be none the wiser.
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Max arrived at the office five minutes before eight. As he walked through the lobby, he was stopped by one of the receptionists.
"Mr. Bender?" asked the smoking hot blonde behind desk, just begging to get fucked.
"Good morning, Ashley. What can I do for you?" He smiled.
"Good morning, sir," she smiled back. "I just wanted to inform you that Veronica called to say she won't be able to make it today. She didn't provide a reason, but she did send the revised proposal for the Murdoch project," she said handing him a manila folder.
"Great," said Max, the receptionist not picking up the sarcastic undertone. "Did she say anything else?"
"Yes, she said she'd be back on Monday."
"Alright then," Max smiled. "Hopefully she comes back on Monday. Thank you very much Ashley."
"You're welcome, Sir," she beamed.
"God... the rack on that bitch," he muttered as he made his way to the elevator. Ashley was a beautiful, albeit slightly ditzy, blonde girl. She had been one of the first girls that had caught Max's eyes when he joined the firm. Green eyes, long sexy legs and a pair of tits that only Veronica could rival.
As Max entered the elevator, pondering the situation at hand. Was Veronica thinking about quitting? Would she say anything about what happened yesterday?
No, No way. Max knew he had too much dirt on her. Veronica stole over $95,000. It's true that it was the company's money and not his own, moreover being one of the top interior design and architecture firms meant they had probably recouped that money back, but he knew she was not going to risk getting reported to the police.
"Let's see what happens on Monday then," Max said walking out of the elevator into his office.
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Monday morning.
Veronica sat in her car, feeling her heart pounding and her palms getting sweaty. She couldn't help but feel like she was on the edge of something so terrifying. How had her life unraveled so quickly? Just last week she was dressed in her usual business attire, going about her day as Max's trusted secretary, everything was normal. Now she was dress like some sort of escort, she felt like a walking, breathing fantasy, a captivating vision for men to lust after.
It was a bright shiny day, an ironic contrast to the tempest whirling around her mind and soul. Veronica couldn't bring herself to step out her car. The dress she wore barely covered anything, leaving her ample cleavage exposed. The hem, which she had been tugging at incessantly, did little to hide her long, toned legs. It was a far cry from the modest, office attire she was used to wearing. Veronica knew she couldn't stay in the car forever, but the thought of stepping out, of exposing herself to whatever was waiting for her, was almost too much to bear. She glanced down at her dress, the hem still clutched in her hands. She feared it would ride up as soon as she took the first step, and to make matters worse, she wasn't wearing panties per her boss's demand.
Veronica couldn't help but feel a sense of self-loathing. Her once-respectable life had crumbled around her, reduced to this: dressing like a whore. Veronica had tried to one up an entire firm. If anything, she was surprised she had managed to get away with it for so long.
On Saturday, she had received a check in her mail. The extra $5,000 she had shamelessly requested of her boss before sucking him off. The sight of those three zeros beside the five felt surreal. A part of her had wondered if he would actually send the money, or if he had just agreed in the heat of the moment.
Max had also approved $10,000 in funds for a calculated shopping spree. With a grand total of $15,000 at her disposal felt as though she had a million dollars in her hands. Veronica bought new blouses, dresses, stockings, office skirts, and heels. Veronica had never had so much money to spend on herself before. As she browsed through the racks of designer clothing, she couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement running through her veins. She felt like she was stepping into a whole new world.
Veronica had never imagined herself in such luxurious surroundings, trying on clothes that were far beyond her means. The designer stores had been breathtaking, each one more opulent than the last. It was a completely new experience for her, as she had never stepped foot in such high-end establishments before. Their luxury and elegance were breathtaking; she even indulged in champagne, feeling like an A-lister.
She took one last look to see if anybody was around, but she could only see a few people walking in the distance.
It was now or never.
Veronica took a deep breath, trying to calm the butterflies in her stomach and forced herself to get out of the car. She adjusted the hem of her dress one last time before walking. The morning air brushed against her skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake. Veronica clutched her designer purse, her high heels clicking against the concrete as she walked across the parking lot, feeling exposed and vulnerable in her new attire. Her hips swayed naturally from side to side, accentuating the curve of her backside, and she could feel the weight of her breasts pressing against the fabric of her dress.
Veronica forced herself to continue walking. It was slightly breezy outside, which left her exposed pussy clenching and quivering. Her heart raced with a mixture of fear and embarrassment. Her large breasts jiggled enticingly as she tried to walk as naturally as possible in her new heels. She feared that if she took long steps, the hem of her tiny dress would hike upwards, exposing everything.
As she approached the office building, she took a deep breath and squared her shoulders, trying to project an air of confidence that she did not feel. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest and her hands trembling as she reached for the handle of the door. As she walked through the doors of the firm, Veronica felt a surge of adrenaline coursing through her veins. The moment she stepped inside, the cool air-conditioning hit her skin, making her shiver. The click of her high heels echoed off the polished marble floor. The familiar smell of expensive leather her nostrils.
As she walked down the hallway, heads turned in her direction. She could feel the eyes of every man and woman in the place on her body, taking in every inch of her curves. She tried to keep her head up but it was difficult when all she wanted to do was crawl under a rock. Despite feeling the weight of their stares, she held her head high, determined not to show any sign of the fear or shame that threatened to overwhelm her. It was one of those "if you don't see them, they can't see you" moments to Veronica.
Her face burned with humiliation as she waited for an elevator that seem to be taking FOREVER to come down. Finally, the elevator dinged, signaling its arrival, she hurried inside and pressing the button for the top floor. The doors slid shut, granting her a moment of solace from the sea of leering eyes. As the elevator ascended, she tried to compose herself. She knew that becoming Max's personal play thing wasn't going to be easy, but it was a price she was willing to pay to keep her family out of prison.
Max leaned back in his leather chair. He glanced at his Rolex. 8:00 on the dot. It was just a matter of seconds before his secretary came in. The sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a warm, golden glow, his pristine, corner office was the epitome of success, a testament to his hard work and dedication to the firm.
