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The Boss's what you ask. (Corruptionx3 - NightStalker73au)

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Mark took one long last look around his office, fingers gripping the handle on his door closing it as he briefly glanced at the large clock that sat on the wall. It was barely 7am in the morning but he needed to catch an early flight and be back in 2 days time. His secretary would be in later to cover the office while he was away, taking a deep breath he stepped out into the chilly morning air before opening the cab door. Soon standing in line at the airport his 6ft body stood out to most around him this morning, blue eyes and jet black hair were his other distinguishing features besides his usual attire of a blue suit.
 
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Lyra flicked the bud of her cigarette into the gutter, she should really pack the smoking in, everyone is telling her so. She sighed, rubbing her hands together because of the misty air on a spring morning. It was roughly half 7, she knew her boss had not long gone for his business trip and that she would be minding his office, god only knows what sleaze bags came into his office. Everyone knew the boss was a player.

"Morning." Lyra smiled as she entered the lift, pressing the button for the 5th floor. She nodded and stepped out, peering around before she entered her bosses office. In the exact order she sorted his files, tidied his brief cases, made sure all was in alphabetical and date order, then checked everything was in date on his computer, but, oh... She found other things, things she wouldn't expect, thing's that intrigued her...
 
As Mark sat on the plane, his eyes closed thoughts moving forward to his client and the meetings that would follow that. This client was not a normal one that most accountants would take on, it was for a bondage dungeon meeting place. Many people came from other parts of the country to stay near by and meet like minded individuals, himself one of them so it was partly personal. Even his computer had some pictures from one visit on it along with a few other sites totally dedicated to it, being single gave him that flexibility. Only a few more hours and he would be able to feel the leather in his hand as he brought it down against the supple flesh of a willing body.
 
Lyra bit down on her lip, imagining her extremely attractive boss holding a leather whip to her body, she the thought soaked her panties. "Such a naughty man..." She laughed, she couldn't wait until he arrived back from his trip. She had plans to tease him... Lead him into wanting to be with her sexually. But two days were just too long. She continued to scan through his pictures, the meetings, the times, the places. "So that's what his little business trip is." She sighed to herself, quickly X'ing the page down as an employee walked in.

"Y-yes..?" She mummbled,

"Oh, is Mark not here today?" A very tall, slender looking woman huffed,

"No, my apologies. He'll be back in... About a week." She lied, this woman weren't even an employee! What was Mark doing in his office? Once the woman exited the room she locked Mark's office and began to scan around his room for 'toys'.
 
No sooner had Mark touched down, his cell phone rang with the call lasting barely five minutes. Taking his small suitcase with him he was soon on his way to the club and his clients via a taxi. Entering the large building that looked like a gymnasium from the outside he shook the Boss's hand briefly and peeked into one of the other rooms. Their meeting was scheduled for later in the night over a meal and drink so he had time to play which he would. Soon the feel of the leather whip in his hand came through the air fast making a whoosh sound as he recalled using the one back in his office. Oh his delectable young secretary would look good bent over his desk with her buttocks being lightly paddled and whipped. The tassels on this whip he held right now were thin and light, not meant to cause a lot of pain. It was more about the extra control it gave as he picked out his young nubile victim from the room of prospects, blindfolded she was led to a larger room where he handcuffed her to the wall first before lightly bringing the tassels down across not just her buttocks but legs too as he kept giving her directions.
 
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