Whatever comes up... (Silvamoon & Adam)

[Adam Edwardson]

The first one to see her when she got to the office was Mark. The middle aged man whistled as she passed the reception. His blue tie was tied loosely and the dark grey hair that was still left despite his emerging balding was an unruly mess. In no way did he conform to the strict standards of the office, but there were something in his leaned back posture that screamed that he could not care less. His hungry dark eyes remained fixed on the ass he had fucked yesterday as he watched her pass by. Once she got into the elevator and out of his sight, he promptly lifted the telephone to report. Hiding her outfit with a coat - that did not bode well for her.

In the elevator Vicki got a few seconds of privacy, but already on the second floor she was joined by an other man. Just as everyone else at the office, he wore a dark suit. He was tall, about a feet taller than her, and seemed to be about her age. His blonde hair was trimmed in a marine hair cut and his deep blue eyes were directed straight ahead as he stood next to her and gazed at the closed doors while the elevator accelerated upwards. There was really nothing out of ordinary with the rather dull looking male. But still, didn't he smile in a strange way when he walked in? Didn't he look at her a little bit funny? Hadn't she seen his tie yesterday? Maybe, maybe not. Maybe he had seen her get her brain fucked out. Maybe he had had his dick deep inside of her pussy. Maybe he had shot his cum over her face. Or maybe he had not. There was no way for Vicki to tell. Once he exited the elevator half way up, he courteously wished her a nice day. Was his voice familiar? Had she heard it moan in pleasure as he fucked her? Maybe, maybe not.

Once inside the safety of her own office Vicki found another little gift from Richard. On her chair stood a silver colored metal butt plug. It was big, its girth far wider than any of the human organs that had intruded ass the day before. Next to it sat a small handwritten note. All in capital letters, it read "You know what to do with this." Apparently that was all the instructions the generous person who had left it there had found necessary.

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Richard got up early, feeling surprisingly well rested despite the late hour at which he had come home yesterday. Maybe it was the refreshing feeling of a long awaited victory that made him feel so alive. After his usual morning routine, that included an extensive breakfast at a nearby hotel, he headed down to the office. He spent the morning making phone calls. First he called the bank, but not as its CEO but as a customer. Once he was done with the financial matters he called the lock smith to inform him that all the paperwork was done and he could go ahead. Just as he hung up, he got an incoming call from the reception. He was not surprised from what he learned. Instantly he dialed the familiar number to Vicki's office - he knew it by heart by now. The second she picked the phone up, before she even got a chance to say hello, he started to talk in a cold voice. "Did I not tell you to only wear the contents of the package? Why do you disobey me, Vick? Do you want to be punished, is that why?"

 

[Silvamoon]

It had been the hardest thing Victoria had ever done to drag herself out of bed this morning and into the office, but she knew eyebrows would raise and tongues would wag if she mysteriously took a “sick day” when she had seemed perfectly fine less then 24 hours ago. The truth was that she might not be ill, but her body felt as if she had just recovered from a week long bout with the flu. Opening the package from Richard nearly made her rethink her decision to go into work, but she knew if she didn't show up then he would hunt her down. She just hoped that being in the office would give her a little bit of protection. After donning the short skirt and the too-small blouse that clearly revealed her breasts through the thin fabric she knew there was no way she could simply waltz into the office like that, no matter what Richard had said. She justified the coat because it was cold outside, and the sunglasses were simply to hide the dark bruise-like shadows beneath her eyes.

Actually walking into work and getting up to her office was another ordeal in itself, and her normally outgoing personality was subdued and silent that morning. Victoria kept her sunglasses on and her head down, not acknowledging any of the men she came into contact with. Although the experience last night had been horrific, it was almost as tough on her nerves to constantly wonder which of her colleagues had been there and which hadn't. She ignored the man in the elevator and speedily walked to her office, shutting the door tightly behind her and keeping the fitted coat buttoned tightly despite the warmth inside. Immediately her tired blue eyes turned to the “gift” that her been left on her chair, and a shudder of distaste ran down her spine.

Her lips turned down in a frown, and quickly she stuffed the large object in drawer of her desk and promptly got to work. She knew that Richard usually didn't come into work until later, and she was hoping that she could get a few things done before he called to harass her. It seemed like no time at all had passed until her telephone rang shrilly, and without even thinking she answered it. Immediately she let out a weary sigh and let Richard get out all of his venom before responding. “No, Richard, it is extremely cold outside. I couldn't go out just wearing what you left me.” Victoria left it at that, not wanting to rile him up even further.

 

[Adam Edwardson]

He didn't even let her finish the sentence before he snubbed back at her. "You wore it inside as well. To cold for you in here as well? Don't make the mistake of thinking that I'm not watching you, Victoria." For the first time since it all had begun he actually used her full first name, even though it was clearly not out of politeness. "If you think yesterday was as bad as it get you are mistaken. Test my patience one more time and you will regret it." he hissed, spitting out the words. "Loose the coat and the glasses. And I know you have found your little present. Be aware that I will check that you use it at all times."

"By the way, I have rescheduled your briefing with the sales team - it will be today after lunch - so you get a chance to show off your beautiful new clothes." His voice was cold and dry now, he sounded more like if he was just reading the numbers from the latest quarterly report to her than like someone making threats. "When you're done with that meeting you have an appointment in conference room 5A at four o'clock. Bring three cups of coffee and be on time." True to his habit he hang up before she had any chance to respond.

After the phone call Richard needed a little while to calm down. Just thinking about that sow seemed to make him angry nowadays, not to mention talking to her. Once he had started to breath normally again he lifted the receiver again. After all he would have to get some work done today as well he thought to himself and grinned as he dialed the direct number to the CEO of the American branch of Mizuho Financial Group, a big Japanese bank that had been trying to get a foot into the American market for a long time. They were widely regarded as a strategical threat to Ashworth Ltd. and the senior mister Ashworth had put a lot of effort into blocking their rampage.

The conversation was very short. Richard only uttered two short sentences. "Everything is set. The deal is still on."

 

[Silvamoon]

Her day had started out badly, and Victoria had hoped that she could at least get some work done before having to deal with Richard. After yesterday she knew better to answer the phone without checking the id first, but she knew that if she had ignored his call then he probably would have stormed up to her office anyway. She didn't try to dispute his observation that she had kept the coat on inside, because there was no way that she would have walked through the lobby and up to her office in the outfit she was wearing. Victoria had only deigned to wear the clothing today because she knew she had no meetings to attend and could hide out in her office all day, but when he casually mentioned that her meeting for next week was moved to today she gasped indignantly.

“What?! But I'm not--” Before she could finish and say that she wasn't prepared Richard continued speaking over her, making more plans for the rest of her afternoon and then hanging up. Victoria was fuming by the time the call was over, and she slammed the received down with more force then was necessary. She was slightly paranoid about the fact that he might have placed hidden cameras in her office so she reluctantly shed her coat, but she was stubborn and there was no way she was going to use the little gift that had been left for her. A glance at the clock made her scramble to get some plans done for the meeting that had been moved up, and before she knew it it was time for her to meet with the team. As quickly as possible she gathered a few folders and scurried to the conference room they typically used, hoping not to pass anyone in the halls. Unfortunately since the lunch hour was just ending more people than usual were standing outside offices speaking to each other, and she tried to ignore the way eyes followed her and conversations trailed off mid-sentence.

The meeting itself was another nightmare for her. Since she was unprepared to share ideas of her own she opened the conversation to members of the sales team to pitch their own ideas while she sat at the head of the conference table with her arms folded across her chest. The inappropriate outfit made her uncomfortable, but so did the lingering looks of some of the men on the team. After last night Victoria wasn't sure if they were just looking at her because her breasts were nearly spilling out of her blouse or if they had been in attendance at the show. The entire meeting she tapped her heels and fidgeted uncomfortably, and eventually called the meeting to and end earlier then usual because she had the other engagement to get to. Without even waiting to speak with the team she bolted out of the room and to the break room.

Hastily she poured three cups of coffee and juggled them carefully as she made her way to room 5A, cutting it very close to be on time. With a harried look she finally entered the room, exactly at four o'clock. Victoria hadn't even had time to worry about what this meeting would entail, but now that she had arrived she had a suspicion that it wouldn't be good for her.