The Bosses Whore! (Jack Stalker and MissLidia)

[Jack Stalker]

THE BOSSES WHORE!​

If Natalie Porter's mother or sister would have seen her, they likely would have called her a whore. A slut. A wretched twenty something young strumpet, using her filthy cunt to get what she wanted. They were idiots, which was why her mother was still working in some factory and her sister waited tables.

As far as she was concerned, she considered the way she was dressed to be classy and sexy. It was simple, reliable, tested and effective. A tight fitting black dress with white trim at the top of it. The hem rode up to mid thigh when she sat down, but looked oh so very respectable when walking around. Five inch killer heels, with narrow spikes which adorned the open toe and single ankle strap design, completed her outfit... apart from the accessories of course. Silver stud earrings, a silver bracelet on her left hand and a simple minuscule silver cross on a chain dangling about her neck. She liked the feel of it as it swayed and laid against her chest. She didn't like rings, so left those out.

She wanted the promotion. Bad. She'd heard the boss was pretty forward with offering promotions, rises, shifts to different roles, in exchange for private meetings. It was an opportunity she wasn't going to pass up.. plus, if she played her cards right, then she would be able to 'cash in' twenty years from now by playing a victim card and saying she was coerced... maybe even start a 'hashtag me too two' movement. Hell, if he tried to double cross her she wouldn't even need to wait. She chuckled to herself, being coerced? Far from it. The boss was good looking, not some fat bastard who couldn't get a woman. He was clearly oversexed, plucking girls from the employee pool to promote in exchange for sex... or maybe he was just lazy or needed a change from whoever he was fucking at home.

Hell, she hadn't bothered to check if he was even married. Whether he had kids. Perhaps she reminded him of his wife when she was younger, or perhaps she was the spitting image of his daughter, one he wanted to fuck, but sought a surrogate to satisfy his incestuous urges. None of it mattered to Natalie, outside of the promotion. Whether he was a single playboy opportunist or someone whose marriage was about to be wrecked, who cared? She didn't. She was just hungry for some no strings sex and a promotion she didn't want to wait five years for. She didn't care what she had to call him, sir, daddy, master, slave, she just wanted that promotion.

And maybe some of that experienced cock as well? She hoped she hadn't overdone her look, otherwise he wouldn't last three minutes.

Girl power? All the sensible girls knew all their power was between their legs. If you were hot and you fucked the right man, you could get everything you ever wanted. Why take the hard road and work for it, when you could fuck your way to the top?

She finished her make up. The lipstick said 'fuck me', her heels said 'rape me', her dress said 'ruin me' and even the scent she'd dabbed between her ears and across her panties told a man that she wanted to be fucked. Now she sat on the edge of the window sill, waiting, playing with her heel and trying not to bite her long red nails. The hotel room was expensive, discrete, but he was paying so who really cared. The rest of the room held a living area, a bathroom, a kitchenette... she wondered if he'd restrict himself to the bed? Take her on the living room carpet, bend her over the kitchen counter, screw her in the shower or simply shove her against the hallway wall and fuck her right there. She squirmed a little as each fantasy played out in her head, her panties soaking up some of her excitement. She'd considered not wearing any, she wasn't wearing a bra after all... which was obvious from her bullet hard nipples poking at her dress. The white ban about the top barely enough to conceal her pert perky tits as she crossed her legs, towing with the strap on her heel.

No. She'd worn panties because it had been ages since anyone had torn a pair off her, and she wanted to see whether he was going to be a rough bastard, desperate and eager to fuck, or someone taking it slow.

She noticed his car pull in to the car park below, next to her small Volkswagen beetle. She hopped up, rushing into the bathroom again, checking her appearance. P.A. That was what she wanted. P.A would a stepping stone to anything else she wanted after a few weeks, months at most.

Natalie heard the knock at the door. She'd locked it of course. Checking her teeth and making sure no lipstick was on them one last time, she turned and took a slow saunter to the door. She paused, hand on the handle, glancing back into the room. Her bag was there, with the items in it, ready to be used or ignored as the mood dictated. She looked back at the handle, there was no going back after it was turned. "Fuck it." she muttered under her breath, turning the handle and putting on a smile. She didn't say anything, just looked him over and stepped back to allow him through... they both knew why they were there. "Would you like a drink? Or do you want to get straight down to some aggressive negotiations." she smirked a little.

 

[MissLidia]

It wasn't the first... she wouldn't be the last. That was the 'easy' attitude with which Jason made his way up the flights of stairs. Objectifying in some way, but honest as could be, Jason realised these women wanted something and were willing to make an exchange. He'd treated his partner in these 'deals' in all sorta ways. Some he'd treated like a princess, some he'd treated like a whore...eventually most blended into the masses. Just a few occasions or even 'moves' stood out. But Natalie was already promising to join the rank of 'rememberable' women he'd fucked over the years.

The way she'd smiled at him at the office, the way she'd agreed to set this meeting. And the way she'd arrived early (as Jason had received word from his trusted doorman) showed that she was at least taking things seriously.

It was a matter of getting into the right attitude. Not the will to hurt someone, but the mindset of not caring when he did, that brought him the succes in these encounters. Most women didn't get off on pain, but on a man who took what he wanted no matter what it caused...that pain was a bliss to most women.

Unfortunatly for Natalie, her boss hadn't only come aroused, but he'd come with a very specific mindset. One not only centered around his physical needs and desires, but one that covered a deep mental craving he hadn't satisfied in a while. To feel powerful, to feel...superior. Natalie, a strong and calculated woman, would make the perfect model to be his worthless little bitch by the end of the night.

Straighening his Cavalli suit one more time, Jason made his way into the familiar room. Smiling as his eyes slowly devoured every inch of Natalie's body before evening looking at her eyes.

"Miss Portman, I suppose we're not doing drink while at work. If so, your position is not only questioned, but put at a risk..." Jason said as he closed the door and locked it again before a smile spread on his face as he approached Natalie.

"Besides, we've only got one night...and you're asking quite a lot. I suggest you waste no more time and tell me exactly what lengths you're willing to go through to get what you want." Jason said with a smirk as he set the first step in motion. First he wanted her to admit, to realise how depraved and dirty she'd potentially have to get to earn this promotion. Then...he'd put the pressure on and see whether she'd live up to her words.

 

[Jack Stalker]

Natalie watched keenly as Jason, her boss... Mr Smith, eye fucked her from head to toe. Normally she'd be annoyed, offended, rolling her eyes and nudging a work colleague as some new intern's eyes bulged out of his head. Yet when her boss did it, she felt good, powerful, craved and wanted. Her pussy began to weep with excitement while she gave herself a small mental nod, as to having found another outfit that was worthy of going into the 'fuck me' section of her wardrobe at home. She liked the way he looked at her, eating it up, devouring the lust that poured off of him, before he brought those eyes up to stare into hers. She wondered if he would be able to see if a girl was a frightened deer waiting to be slaughtered, or whether she was eager and willing to get on with whatever was needed to secure her future. Natalie, of course, fell into the latter category.

"Work?" his comment threw her a little and she tilted her head to the side, releasing the door to his hands as he closed it. She stepped back against the wall, raising a knee to plant her heel against it while her hands slid together behind her in the small of her back. "We aren't at work anymore, Jason, we're in a hotel room, miles from work and with plenty of time ahead of us... but if you think a drink might weaken your resolve, rather than increase your interest, well..." she shrugged. She wasn't particularly bothered, she didn't need alcohol to push her into this.

She listened to the rest, then let a smile slowly spread across her face. "Only one night? Well, you would know, I suppose. I think you know what I want, the P.A position. I want it bad." she lowered her head a little, staring up at him through heavy lidded eyes. Her lashes were thick and plentiful, though they had come out of a container rather than her skin. "As to what I'm willing to do to get it... let's not be coy Jason, you have a reputation, and several happy customers you've promoted, given raises to and otherwise benefited in the company, they all speak rather well of you." she let her smile spread wider, teased her tongue along her front teeth and upper lip for a moment. "Girls love to gossip... and they have only good things to say about you... and your reliability in these matters." she explained.

"You want me to tell you exactly what I want and what I'll do? Are you wearing a wire? Is this a sting operation to get rid of me?" she gave a soft mirthful chuckle, lowering her heel to the floor and pushing off the wall, she toyed with her cross with her right hand, while her left pressed against his chest, her fingertips lightly feeling his chest. She lowered her head, bringing her lips closer to it. "Testing, testing, one two three... my Name is Natalie Porter, I am of sound mind and I wish to attain the glorious rank of Personal assistant to the head of the company, Jason Smith..." she paused, lifting her head, staring up at him

She pushed herself up onto her toes, bringing a wave of raw heat to his earlobe as she leaned in, her lips almost brushing against his ear. "...and to get what I want I've been told that I have to fuck him... fuck him any way he wants... use him, use his body to make me come if I can... or perhaps he wants to use me? Perhaps he wants to fuck me, like I'm an expensive whore... or his daughter... or simply a cheap fuck doll, hired to help get him off after a hard day at work... or perhaps he has something else in mind, some other fantasy?" she rested her left hand on his shoulder and let go of her cross, dropping her right hand to his crotch to feel his cock through his suit pants.

"Have you had a hard day? Thinking about meeting me here? Thinking about what I want? Can you give me what I want Mr Smith? Because if you can, then I'll give you what you want. I know you want me... I'm exactly your type..." she let him go and leaned back against the wall, raising her knee again and resuming the position she had been in moments before hand. "...I like to say yes to my boss." she finished. "Was that enough? Or would you like me to be even more specific?" she tilted her head to the side and gave him some innocent doe eyes to end her response.

 

[MissLidia]

It was all a game, Jason realised that a long time ago. His partners often did not though, Natalie however was proving to be an excellent player as well though. The way she played into the 'microphone' thing with both grace and sultry moves was impeccable. Question was, would she end up being his team-mate or his opponent?

During her little requested speech, Jason slowly undid the two buttons that were holding the jacket clenched around his broad shoulders before sliding it off and neatly placing it on the familiar hanger next to the door.

When she finished and clearly passed the initiative back to him, Jason smiled as still stood opposite his employee who pressed herself against the wall.
"Lets get one thing straight Miss Porter, you're not here because you resemble any daughter, ex or longtime lover...you're here because I've taken an interest into you. You've not made it here on any sorta talent other than looking like you do. This is as much a job-application as the one you had with one of my managers when you joined the firm." Jason said with a smile as he did slowly take a step forward.

"It's best you get that into your mind, I'd hate lying to you. And you'd only be fooling yourself anyways, this is how women make it in the real world. And I don't blame you.

The position you're applying for however, as my personal assistant...is a popular one. I'll admit most applicants tend to back down during the...climb...lets call it. That's why I said we've got one night, because by the time the sun starts to rise again...you'll be begging for your mommy, just like the last bitch who wanted to be P.A." Only a single step removed from Natalie, Jason extended his hand and ran the fabric of her dress between his fingers and seemed to judge it silently.

"Even if you make it through the night, you've got quite a competitor in Amanda." He taunted as his hand moved up her hip, still only barely touching the fabric, again judging his eyes examined and judged the curve of her hip silently. He did not need say it, for his eyes clearly gave that away.

"But if you're serious, I'm sure we can give you an assignment to test your resolve."

As one hand remained on her hip, the other now found it's way to her shoulder. Doing pretty much the same thing, gentle touches examined and judged her as he trailed up her throat slowly making his way to her mouth.

"If you were to make it as my P.A. you'll need to have a story. A personality beyond whoever Natalie is in the office. Maybe you could be the girl who's not only in it for the money...but can't deny the striking resemblence between her boss and...and her abusive father? You can't help it, can you? Every time you look at me, you think of me satisfying that need others could not. Maybe daddy twisted your mind so you're a bit of a painslut? Or you lost so much self-respect you can't deny you only get off on humiliation?" Jason played as his fingers ran over Natalie's lips, pursing them and feeling the soft touch before his hand made it onto her cheek...halting there with his palm flat against her flesh.

"Did your daddy slap you Natalie? Do you ever imagine what it's like to be slapped like he did, now that you're an adult?"

 

[Jack Stalker]

When Jason moved to slip off his jacket, Natalie sprang from the wall, reaching out to take it gently from his hands as he turned. "Let me do that, sir." she said, slipping it onto the hangar and hanging it behind the door, smoothing it down a little, before turning back and shifting over to resume her position against the wall, looking at him and giving him a smile. "I'm here because you've taken an... interest in me... I see." she chuckled softly under her breath. In her mind he meant 'I want to fuck you, because I think you're hot.' which was fine with her and exactly the result she wanted. They'd never spoken about anything outside of work, with perhaps the most subtle of flirting on her part, he didn't know anything about her... so his interest was reserved to eyeballing her legs, or her ass, or her small hint of cleavage from her tiny tits, perhaps her face... certainly whatever his imagination had them doing, That was his interest, and that was all the interest she needed.

For now.

"Oh yes... the interview with Mr Johnson." she nodded, agreeably, a neutral expression on her face. She recalled skipping most of that interview after it started, by brazenly offering him a handjob. How else was she going to skip past the other applicants, some of whom were way more talented than she was? He'd come hard and fast, barely three minutes work before he was plastering the bottom of his desk with hot cum... and she didn't even have to use her mouth on the fat bastard. In that short space of time she gave him more pleasure than his wife had, in their last ten years of marriage, and she cemented a position on the upper floors of the building, despite having less qualifications than half the girls sitting outside in the waiting area. She'd brushed up on things since then, of course, but using her looks to get ahead, to give her a kick start?

That was normal for her. She liked it, relished it, got off on it.

"Amanda? Amanda... who works on your floor..." she asked quizzically after he gave his attempt at an intimidating speech. All night? He wouldn't be doing much after she made him come and drained his balls. They never did. However, as far as she knew, there was only one Amanda in the building. She laughed, honest mirth in her eyes... then slowly the laugh faded as she looked into his eyes. "Uh... you're serious... aren't you..." she looked honestly surprised, leaning in to whisper to him, looking up into his eyes. "Um... Amanda's a Lesbian. Anything you do with her, well, she's just going to be faking it to get a foothold." she explained sympathetically. "If you don't believe me, then talk to any of the girls in the secretarial pool." she shrugged. "If you get off on that sort of thing, that's up to you. However I assure you I'm no lesbian. I like men." she nodded.

He ran his fingers up her hip, feeling her body. She'd blown her first paycheck on the outfit she was wearing right now, it paid to invest. It wasn't top of the range exec, obviously, but it did a good imitation of it. "I'm very happy to embrace any challenge the company puts before me." she nodded. "That you put before me, sir."

Then his warm fingers were on her shoulder, then brushing against her mouth as she looked into his eyes. The warm tingling sensation of his fingertips made her skin come alive, awakening it from the dull coolness created by the Air conditioning. As he began to explain about her having to have a story she raised an eyebrow, looking at him thoughtfully. "It's been a while since I did amateur dramatics, music, acting." she pondered aloud. "I can get into something like that, sure." she nodded. "Is that what does it for you? Playing daddy? You want me to call you daddy and pretend I'm your little girl?" that was a common fantasy, nothing new or shocking.

His palm against her cheek felt warm, yet threatening at the same time as he spoke about slapping. She lowered her head, looking up at him through those lashes again, "I explained to my daddy that slapping my face would get him arrested for assault and abuse, only some sick fuck wants his daughter to look like a punching bag. Any marks or bruises on my face would be waaaaay too difficult to explain away. I told him that if he wanted to slap me, he'd have to slap my bottom instead... like a normal father." she nodded. "The thing is... he didn't want to, he wanted to slap my face because when he bent me over, to spank my cute, round little ass, it got him hard... it made him want to fuck his little girl, not punish her. It made him into some incestuous bastard, who didn't care one bit about decency or morality." she paused. "Is that what you want to do... daddy...? Spank me, in order to get hard? Is that what gets you off? Spanking your little girl, because she's been naughty? Or just because you can, because that's what makes you feel good. Because breaking that taboo, being that depraved, is a buzz you can't resist?" she reached up, taking hold of his hand and moving it so she could suck on one the fingers briefly.

She turned around, looking at him over her shoulder as she spread her legs a little, her hands moving to the bottom of her dress as she wriggled and shimmied, pulling it up to expose her bottom. Her buttocks were taut, firm, with her black lace 'boy shorts' style panties clinging to her like a second skin. She reached back, pulling them into a sliver of fabric between her ass cheeks as she looked into his eyes. "...I'm not sure I can pull off that story... sir... I don't want to think of you resembling my father... I want you to be my father. I want you to be my daddy." she smiled a little, resting her right hand on the wall as she held her panties with her left, keeping them a tight line through her ass cheeks. "I've been so bad daddy... I've been using my looks to get ahead in my career. It's so wrong. I really need to be punished daddy... don't worry, I won't tell mommy a thing. I won't tell anyone... it'll be our secret. And... and all those things that mommy won't do... that mommy complains about... you... you can do them to me, daddy." she nodded. "Is this what you want... daddy?" she finished with a cheekier grin on her lips. "Or perhaps you'd like me to be a nurse?" she fixed a glare on his face. "Or perhaps I can be whatever you want me to be, a different fantasy every week... now wouldn't that be fun. Daddy." the last word dripped from her lips with lust that didn't match the flicker of exited amusement in her eyes. Already this was looking like it might be fun.

 

[MissLidia]

"You never stop talking do you? Say, you didn't happen to bring a gag along with you huh?" Jason asked playfully nodding back to the bag she'd placed conveniently nearby...

"Then I suppose you're not a kinky fucker like I am, and decent girls don't own these things do they?" He asked with an even bigger smile as he kept his small bit of distance as she was posing for him against the wall.

Although Natalie had offered to play into a daddy fantasy, that wasn't quite what he'd been getting out. Then again, he'd been awfully vague in his monologue. A mental note to be more direct, Jason acted on it immediatly.

Closing the last bit of distance, Natalie would feel his erection pressing into her behind as she uncovered most of her ass to him. His right hand would find it's way into her long flowing hair. Slowly his digits found a deeper hold as he wrapped the roots around his fingers before pulling on it. Taking a small step backwards, Jason straightened out Natalie's posture again. His own large body covered her entire back and more, his tall torso acting like a new wall for her to lean against. Though that new wall had a throbbing hard erection that pressed into the small of her back.

"A new fantasy every time? Then let me be clear on what I want tonight..." Jason whispered into Natalie's ear as his other hand wrapped around her slender throat. For a second Jason just stood there, enjoying how his large hand looked on her small neck. How frail she felt compared against his muscular body...

"Tonight, I want you to want....no, not want...tonight you'll need to get slapped across the face. You need to get bruised, humiliated and hurt. Because tonight, you're going to be my little masochist. My little pain slut..." Jason said as suddenly his hands worked in tandem to tighten both holds. Giving her body a single viscious shake to show his power as he squuezed her throat and pulled her hair.

"If you can't do that, then there's no promotion in the cards...so, what's it gonna be Miss Porter?" Jason said as he released both of his holds on her and walked further into the room, giving it a small examination before smiling. "You must have heard rumours from other bitches I fucked?" Jason asked, clearly not respectful about the women he'd met in this very room before her.

 

[Jack Stalker]

"I thought you were experienced with women? We're always nattering away, gossiping with each other and nagging our men. That's what everyone says, right? I guess we're all just waiting for a real man to show up and sweep us off our feet, so that we stop talking and start moaning in ecstasy instead." she teased over her shoulder. He must have dealt with enough women in the past. Natalie knew she could babble a little, but wasn't calling him daddy what he wanted to hear? She looked at the bag when he mentioned it, grinning a little. "Do you want to know what's in the bag? You only have to ask... or perhaps you like surprises?" she replied. She knew what was in that bag.

Everything she wanted to use on him.

'Here it comes' she thought, as he stepped up behind her. He was hard, that was a certainty as she felt his bulge pushing into her bottom, her ass almost heating up from the feel of it through his suit against her bare flesh. Then she hissed, letting out a gasp as she felt his finger sink into her hair and bind it about them enough to tug on it sharply. He pulled her into a standing position, her heels planted firmly on the carpet as her dress started to slide back down her body to cover her ass. She moved her hands, placing them on the wall in front of her.

'Fuck' was all she could think as he pulled her back against him, her hair screaming at her as she felt his hand slide around her neck from behind. His fingers swarmed about her throat and she felt a shiver go through her body. She supressed the panic. He had too much to lose by going too crazy, and if she was being honest with herself, then the feel of those fingers wrapping about her throat made her soak herself almost immediately. She had no idea what he was going to do next... and that excited her, turned her on, tapped into the depravity inside her. She could feel her cheeks starting to flush and her braless nipple's start to push against the fabric of her dress as they swelled in size and pushed forwards. He was handsome, exciting, she could see why the other girls had all been gossiping about what he could do.

It was easy to see how anyone could be drawn in to his web of sin and depravity.

And then he told her what he really wanted. He wasn't into incest, he was into the really sick stuff... just like she'd been told.

"You... you want to slap my... my face?" she spluttered out the words as he gave her a vicious shake, hammering home just how fragile she was. She got off on rough sex, hard , but being used as a punching bag? She shivered in his grasp, eyes widening as he spoke. she gasped, choking slightly as he released her. She'd orgasmed from being throttled before... but beaten up? That was too far. He was a monster. "You want to slap me around like I was a street corner hooker, who asked her pimp for too much crack?" she gave a raspy chuckle, rubbing her throat where he'd grasped it. "Maybe you want me to scream and cry as well, while you rape me in my ass? Have the whole experience, really give it to me... punish me with your fists, then rape me hard and piss on me while I bleed from my ass on the floor?" she nodded. "If I was going to do that... it would be no sex involved. Just a good hard brutal beating. Fuck me up as much as you like... but be warned, I don't cover bruises with make up. That means I'd be off work, on full pay, until they healed.... oh, and I want you to use this." she reached into the bag, pulled out a photo and tossed it his way. It landed on the couch next to him. A picture of a girl in a hospital bed, bloodied and bruised face.

"The bitches did talk. But you made two mistakes. Firstly Keira Knight told ne all about you, how she was pissing blood for a week after her last session with you. How you almost cost her the sight in her left eye, broke a rib, left her vomiting blood." she shook her head, staring at him. "Your first mistake was that you didn't bother to check on her regularly. If you had... well, then you would have known that she died in hospital from her injuries this morning. Without telling a soul about you... except for her sister." she reached into the bag again. "Mistake number two was not realising that Knight was the name she took when she moved to the city. She thought Porter was too common sounding for a big corporation like this one... then again you've never been very good with names, have you?"

She didn't know why he moved. Was he reaching out to raise his hands in surrender, was he starting to lunge at her, maybe he didn't move at all. But she moved, her finger squeezing the trigger of the revolver she had in the bag. A loud bang shook the room and he clutched at his chest, still managing to backhand her hard as he fell down dead, his clenched fist slamming into her face.

WHACK!

Natalie sat up sharply... she'd fallen asleep, lolling forwards until her head struck the window as she sat on the sill. She rubbed her eyes, glanced at a clock on the wall. He was late. Delayed by a meeting? She glanced down, just as his car pulled in and parked next to her Volkswagen beetle. Her boss was here!

Shaking off her fucked up dream... what had that been about!?? Sure, she was into rough stuff, but she was pretty sure he didn't go around beating the shit out of his conquests. He was a rich handsome exec, not a serial killer in training! She dashed into the bathroom to touch up her make up, then headed out to the door. P.A. That was what she wanted. P.A would a stepping stone to anything else she wanted after a few weeks, months at most.

Natalie heard the knock at the door. She'd locked it of course. Checking her teeth and making sure no lipstick was on them one last time and trying to disperse the red spot on her forehead from leaning on the window for so long, she turned and took a slow saunter to the door. She paused, hand on the handle, glancing back into the room. Her bag was there, with the items in it, ready to be used or ignored as the mood dictated. She looked back at the handle, there was no going back after it was turned. "Fuck it." she muttered under her breath, turning the handle and putting on a smile. She didn't say anything, just looked him over and stepped back to allow him through... they both knew why they were there.

"Would you like a drink? Or do you want to get straight down to some aggressive negotiations." she smirked a little. It all felt a little deja vu.

 

[MissLidia]

Jason walked into the familiar room and flashed his employee a warm smile as he closed the door behind himself. "Fancy seeing you here Miss Porter, my reputation and the gossip you've undoubtedly heard haven't scared you off?" Jason asked, undoing the buttons on his jacket even as his eyes took in every inch of Natalie's body.

"I will have that drink, thank you. A toast to a night of...aggressive negotiations...as you call them then." Jason said smiling once more as he slid his jacket off and losely draped it over a nearby chair. His attention captured by the bag that stood nearby.

"I do hope you brought an extra set of underwear Miss Porter?" Jason asked, his genuine smile turning into a more devious and lustful one as he thought about the woman's underwear.

As he would be sipping his drink, Jason noticed they had discussed little about this meeting rather than the basic terms. Sex for promotion...but what it was she wanted, that remained to be seen.

"Now might be a good time to lay out your terms and wishes Miss Porter. What is it you're looking to gain, and what price are you willing to pay for it?" Jason asked as the alcohol slowly softened up the stark gestures in his face, his broad shoulders slowly relaxing a bit as he got into the swing of things. This wasn't the first, nor would it be the last time he did this...he knew he mastered the art. Yet he could not deny the little spark of excitement he felt with every new meeting. What would she be like, how would she react? Jason proudly remembered the way his last meeting concluded. Mmm...Lexi...the newest manager of the HR department, they'd been fucking for hours when he suspended her from the ceiling and pounded into her helpless body until she finally begged him to stop. Not because she disliked it, but because her body couldn't take another orgasm.

 

[Jack Stalker]

Natalie smiled as Jason came in, the door sliding from her finger as he closed it behind him. She was going to offer to take his jacket, but he slid it onto the back of a chair way too fast... and then she was tasked with the drinks, so she moved over to the sideboard, pouring out a couple of glasses of wine and handing him one. She raised her glass to tap against his as he made his comments. "To aggressive negotiations." she nodded. She liked the way he'd raped her with his eyes seconds after walking in, like he'd just set them upon her. It might have induced a mental eye roll with another, but if you were handsome enough you got a free pass... if you were her boss, and she was planning to fuck you for a promotion, well, then you could pretty much look at whatever you wanted to.

"No. I haven't been scared off. There are a few girls who had a lot of positive things to say about you. It's pretty clear that you always come through with your promises. Emma's in the department she wanted, Amanda got that raise she was after, Heidi even got the transfer to Alaska she was after for years. You don't mess about and your power, authority and connections are quite clear." she nodded, takin a sip of her wine.

"Underwear?" she gave a thin smile, "I do have some spare panties, thanks for asking." she gave a little shrug. "I hope I have cause to use them. I guess I'd have to replace them if anything happened to them." she added with a grin.

As he asked what she wanted, Natalie took a larger gulp, before rolling the stem of the glass between her fingers. "I want the P.A position, Mr Smith. Very badly. And I'm willing to do all the things that your wife, her best friend, your sexy neighbour, your daughter, your secretary and your sister won't do. All of them." she said slowly, maintaining eye contact with him, trying to gauge which, if any, of those possibly imaginary people got him the most excited. Was he a sick fuck into fucking members of his family? Was adultery his thing? Or maybe he had a thing about screwing his way through his workforce?

"Why, what were you expecting?" she continued. "Some men are weak. They hate women because they can't get one, not without money or power, and they know it. So they like to hurt them, bad, to make up for their lack of charisma, small penis or general unlikability." she paused "But none of those things apply to you, Mr Smith, not if the gossip going around the company is even half true." she told him honestly. "So... what do you want? To be in control, to dominate, to take charge? Or do you like to give up power at the end of the day?" she finished. She moved over to the couch, sitting down and crossing her knees, her dress riding up to display an obscene amount of thigh. Her bare legs smooth and unblemished as she looked at him. "I know you want to fuck me, Mr Smith. I've seen the way you look at me, like you're a starving man and I'm the last meal on earth. I just don't know how you want to.." she smiled at him, looking up at him through her heavy lidded eyes as she toyed with her cross and sipped from her glass again.

 

[MissLidia]

Jason smiled and nodded even as he sipped the wine. "You've done your research Miss Porter, then again, there are plenty of examples of women who got where they wanted...or at least close.

See, the position of P.A. may just be the most sought after job spare my own. That means there's a plethora of women applying, a lot of them made some...convincing...arguments." Jason said as he sat down in the fauteuile opposite of Natalie. "Most however find that they better back down during the process. You've heard the succes stories, but I can assure you there are plenty who failed. Unable to do certain positions or...things...for too long, which resulted in them tapping out. If you've roamed this room a bit, you'll undoubtedly have seen the hooks and other opportunities the bedroom provides for robe. You're not afraid of heights, are you Miss Porter?" Jason asked and finished the contents of his glass and neatly placed it on a coaster on the small table between both parties.

"But indeed, a promise is a promise. If you satisfy whatever needs I feel belong to the position of a P.A. I'll have you introduced and signed as early as monday morning." Jason said as he sat back and once again let his eyes roam Natalie's body.

"You seem like a smart woman Miss Porter, there's no single doubt in my mind you haven't used your looks to get where you are today. With all due respect, but I'd call you foolish if you had not done so yet. So, humor me, what have you put yourself through to even make it to a private meeting with the city's most attractive millionaire?" Jason asked crossing one leg over the other himself, clearly taking an interest in today's menu. Today's menu being Natalie Porter, a stunningly beautiful woman, who shouldn't have to work a single day in her life if she played her cards right!

 

[Jack Stalker]

Natalie watched as Jason sat down opposite her. Of course many sought the position, but there weren't many who looked like she did, or could when she went to town. However looks weren't everything, she had no idea what they might be wiling to do to get the job. She couldn't face a beating or becoming some sort of punching bag, but anything sexual? She'd enjoy most of it and could fake the rest, if it meant securing that position. Outside of that she could at least get enough material to blackmail him if she needed to... surely? "Hooks?" she repeated after he told her there were many stories of failure, rather than success. What was he planning to do? Hang her by her throat? Throttle her? "I... guess I'm reasonably flexible... I do visit the gym a couple of times a weeks, just to tone up." she confessed. If he was planning something else, well, hanging upside down with the blood rushing to her head or some other ridiculous position, inspired by crazy Japanese stuff?

She supposed if he was going down that route then any chance of her having an orgasm was out of the window, but that wasn't a problem, Natalie could fake it with the best of them, and coming wasn't really the point of being here. Most porn stars never came, they just engaged in sex positions, while the man got off... even the men had to come where told. It was just a porn star job, Natalie was going to be a porn star for a night, and then she was going to have the position she'd always wanted on her CV. "No... I'm not afraid of heights." she replied finally, finishing her glass and placing it on the table next to Jason's. "More wine?" she asked, though she didn't plan to drink any more, it might make her throw up if she ended up spinning about like she was a ceiling fan.

She noticed his eyes roaming her body again, and uncrossed and recrossed her legs, slowly, smiling and nodding. "You won't regret having me as your P.A Mr Smith... I assure you, I'm the right girl for the job." she nodded.

Millionaire? She hadn't realised he had amassed such a fortune. Maybe she should simply have offered herself for a million dollars, do what you want to me, no questions asked? However, as confident as she was about her appearance, she wasn't confident enough to think she was worth a million to use and abuse for a night. He could likely have an army of hookers lined up around the block for that! "What have I done? I'm not sure I understand?" she answered as he questioned how she had got where she was right now. "Even if this wasn't my first time exploring using my looks to get ahead...." it wasn't. "I'm afraid that discretion is an important word with any dealings which may, or may not have happened." it was. "I couldn't possible mention any names, or acts, or locations which may or may not have factored into things." she explained.

She uncrossed her legs, sliding her heels apart on the carpet, placing her hands down between her legs, resting them on the edge of the couch as she leaned forwards. "You keep mentioning my looks Mr Smith. Do I really need to have done anything to get here, other than catch your eye? Or is this part of what you need to get you hard? My babbling about some sex act or another that I was involved in?" she grinned. "How about I let you decide... which one of these probably hypothetical situations sounds like something I may... or may not.... have done?" she paused before starting. Speaking slowly and seductively. "Have I stroked off an interviewer under their desk, until they painted the underside with their cum. Their pants down about their ankles, as I gave them the best hand job of their life?" she smiled sweetly. "Or did I meet a recruiter in a bar and let them fuck me, jammed in between a couple of dumpsters, in an alley outside, watching a man in a window opposite peeking at us, stroking himself out of the window while I was hammered into the brick work... by a guy who couldn't last three minutes..." she paused, pushing herself to her feet she slowly walked over to get the bottle, smoothing down her dress in the process.

When she returned she filled Mr Smiths glass, then placed the bottle down next to it. "Or was it that I let another VP kneel between my legs in a bathroom stall... and eat me out until I came hard on her face, lipstick and spit dripping from my pussy..." she walked behind him, running her fingers along his shoulder and then tracing a finger around his ear, before leaning down to whisper into it. "Or was it that I hung an executive from the ceiling, spanked his ass raw, then fucked him with a strap on... while giving him a reach around?" she gave a soft chuckle. "Or was batting my eyelids, letting my dress ride up and glancing in your direction to catch your attention, then seizing an opportunity to eliminate one of the girls ahead of me in the line, all I needed to do to get here?" she walked back to her seat and sat down again, crossing her legs as she waited.

"Do any of those scenarios sound feasible.... for explaining my amazing journey to get ahead?"

 

[MissLidia]

"I will admit Miss Porter, the bathroom stall story sounds really exciting. A shame you haven't brought a friend to show me...theoretically of course. I love a good bit of spit, it's one of my favorite things in fact." Jason said as he listened to her other stories, imagining her in different scenarios and smiling as he entertained the idea. "I do hope you did not look forward to using a strap-on today Miss Porter, not unless you want to be double-penetrated that is." Jason said as he took another sip of his drink, noticing she wasn't drinking herself anymore.

"I do like story time with you Miss Porter. Why don't you take a seat while we have a chat. I'm certain you can put these hands to good use while you sit opposite of me." Jason said giving her fingers a soft kiss before nodding to the couch again. "Or would you prefer me to be more direct and tell you to sit your ass down and start playing with yourself as I watch?" Jason asked as his hand suddenly clutched around hers and his eyes stared into her with insane passion and tension in them. Realing her with a low chuckle, Jason started to undo his tie, placing it on the table between the two seats.

His erection was undeniable, he didn't even try to hide him biting his lip as he looked at his employee. But Jason was a patient man. A man who knew there was equal amounts, if not more, pleasure to be taken in the build-up as during the finalé. Luckily, Natalie seemed to be a player herself as well. But she'd have to learn to settle with the fact she'd be player number 2...in game they'd be the same, but there was only one person selecting the game-mode and other settings.