Shamed

by Theresa Taylor

  His voice rose suddenly making her jump “Suggesting that we don’t know what we are doing with their money. A very, VERY, beneficial account to this company!”

  Samantha stepped back, wishing know she had chosen flats instead of heels this morning, feeling herself teetering on the slender shafts.

  “It can’t happen.” He said quietly. “We can’t be put in this position.”

  “I can put it right!” She blurted, immediately regretting what sounded like an admission of guilt.

  He stood and pressed his palms on the top of the desk.

  “Hand in the Carson Account to your line manager and clear your desk!” he said. Shit! No! She loved this job. She needed it too. He couldn’t just throw her out like that! She glared at him, feeling the sense of injustice rising in her but then managed to claw her way back from the edge and decided to appeal to his better nature, praying that he had one!

  “I can sort it.” She said, her voice trembling. “Just give me time. There’s nothing wrong, it’s just a bit mixed up somewhere.” She drew breath. “I need this job.” It sounded feeble. “I love my job. I want to stay. I’ll do anything.”

  He stared at her for long moments before straightening and stepping around the desk.

  “I don’t fuck about Samantha.” McDonnell said. “I don’t give second chances.”

  She felt tears welling in her eyes. She fought back a sob and felt a tear run down her cheek to her mouth. It tasted salty. A grin spread across McDonnell’s face and he stepped casually behind her, her eyes stayed fixed looking ahead to the large panoramic window behind the desk. Her body was frozen in place, her face sullen like a naughty child, her eyes wet.

  “Anything?” He whispered suddenly in her ear from behind her. She shivered involuntarily.

  “Now hang on a moment!” she blurted out, feeling angry at his presumption. He strode away from her and stood at the window looking out with his back to her, his hands clasped behind his back. “You can’t even think you can get away with that!” The anger was evident in her voice.

  “No, you are right.” He said peering down watching something below. “Of course I apologise.” he sighed. “Just hand in the account and go.”

  “What! This is ludicrous! You can’t do this!”

  “That’s where you are wrong Samantha.”

  “I won’t let you do this!” Her voice was almost a squeal.

  “I think...” he said with a pause “You’ll let me do whatever I want.”

  She laughed at his nerve, at the audacity and arrogance of the man.

  “I think you will do as I want because you love your job, need your job and...”

  “And what? If I suck your dick you’ll let me carry on working for you?”

  “And...” He continued, his tone controlled and factual “you have a mortgage of $250,000, credit card debts of $25,000. Your car is lease hire; $400 a month. Oh and you contribute to the care home fees for your mother.”

  She froze. Her mouth was open but no words came out. He looked over his shoulder at her and smiled.

  “I don’t fuck about Samantha.”

  Tears rolled down her face now. She was trembling with anger but she knew he had her circumstances nailed. The bastard! How did he know all this?

  “However,” he continued “I’m not such a bad guy. If you play along then maybe we can resolve this little matter and I can straighten things out with Ben.” He turned and stepped over to the bar and poured himself a drink.

  “Very generous!” she said resentfully.

  What the fuck was she going to do? She couldn’t afford to lose her job. But she was a strong woman. She had done well to build her career. She was focused and resolute, she was determined and capable. But that didn’t automatically mean you were in control. Somehow, someway, there was always someone else who held sway over you no matter how competent or significant you thought you were. She cursed him aloud. He laughed into the glass poised at his lips and took a large swallow of the golden liquid. For some moments he stood looking at her as she clumsily brushed the tears away from her face with her sleeve.

  “So how does this work?” She said through trembling lips.

  A broad grin spread across his lips. “There, I knew you’d see sense.”

  His grin turned to a momentary frown as he contemplated something.

  “If you agree to do exactly as I ask Samantha then you will continue with all your accounts. Continue with your job. Simple as that.”

  “And what do I have to do?” She asked sounding bitter, not wanting to ask the words. Again he took a few moments to think.

  “You are an attractive girl Samantha.” He complemented her. “If you oblige my.......my little dalliances.....do as I ask without protest, without any dramas, then this error of yours will be overlooked completely and I shall be satisfied.” He poured himself another drink. He was observing her now, making her feel uncomfortable as his eyes roamed over her body. “See it as a little test. A test of your dedication to the company; to yourself if that helps you. Prove how much you want this job.”

  She swallowed hard. She could guess what this sick bastard wanted from her. Well, as repulsed as she felt, she felt she had no choice. She had worked so hard to get to this position. Years at College, years working her way up through the company. She wasn’t going to let it all slip away. She would do what he wanted and get it out of the way. Get it over and done with. It wasn’t like she had never slept with a man before. She couldn’t even claim not to have slept with a man when she thought there was an advantage to be gained, a nudge up the ladder. She’d done that once. She’d had several boyfriends but her career came first and there had been no-one on the scene for months now. Months now! Who are you kidding? Two years at least! Not that she hadn’t considered it, even just for the sake of some sexual gratification. But she’d been so busy, so focused, she’d never found the time. Well, now she was going to get that gratification; whether she wanted it or not. She resolved herself to doing what needed doing. She wasn’t going to lose everything. Not because of this bastard.

  He walked across the room, circling her while his eyes roamed over her then returned to his desk and perched on the facing edge.

  “Take off your jacket Samantha.”

  She paused for a moment then eased off her jacket. He nodded his head towards the sofa along the wall and she stepped over and hung it across the arm. Her fingers went to her blouse buttons before he had said anything else and she caught herself, freezing as the first button popped open. What are you doing? Don’t make this easy for him! A slight tip of his head suggested that he wanted her to continue. With her bottom lip gripped between her teeth she slowly undid each button, her fingers fumbling as she shook, until her blouse fell open revealing her crimson lace brassiere. He remained patient, giving no instruction now as she removed her blouse and placed it with the jacket. A raised eyebrow was the signal to remove the brassiere. She held her breath, and was about to plead with him when he spoke first.

  “You can stop any time Samantha. You know that. You can just walk out of here.” As if he had read her mind. Yes, out of here and out of my job, she thought. I know what you are you bastard.

  She reached behind her, struggled for a moment to unfasten the clasp, then, with her eyes shut she let the brassiere fall away. It was the sound of his shoes brushing lightly over the plush carpet that made her open her eyes again. He was stood before her now; his cock was in his hand; semi erect. She looked down at him, then at her breasts, exposed, the nipples slightly hard. She looked into his eyes and then slowly lowered herself onto her knees.

  “Good girl!” her cooed.

  She took him in her mouth and felt him grow harder against her tongue as she slid it around his length. Her head rocked slowly as she worked him, tasting him. It had been a long time. The silky skin was taught and ridged with veins. She found a rhythm and also, to her surprise, found herself enjoying it - squeezing her lips tight around the neck of his cock keeping
the head in her mouth as she withdrew then lashing her tongue around him and taking him to the soft flesh at the back of her throat as she drew him back in. His breathing was becoming heavier, a hand was holding the back of her head, fingers twisting in her hair. She let her teeth scrape along the shaft for a moment before lashing her tongue wildly around him again. She felt herself getting wet. It was turning her on, she couldn’t help it. Well, if you’ve got to do it you might as well enjoy it! She told herself a little surprised at her own licentiousness. She gripped the base of his cock with her hand and squeezed as she hungrily worked at him.

  He was gasping now, small grunts coming between breaths. She gripped a little tighter and knew she had him close to the edge. She felt him tremble. She had already decided that she wasn’t going to take it in her mouth. Samantha went to release him and move her head away but he suddenly gripped her head tighter and as she struggled she felt his cock buck and his cum jetted into her mouth. As he held her she wondered if he would ever stop. His cock continued to twitch, more and more cum filling her mouth. She gagged and some of his seed cascaded from the corner of her mouth and dribbled over her chin.

  Finally he released her and she allowed his cum to spill freely from her mouth. It dripped in thick globules from her chin onto her chest, running over her breasts. It made more mess but she felt satisfaction that he hadn’t made her swallow. A small victory.

  He staggered away from her and leaned against the desk to compose himself. Samantha stood and picked up her clothes. She was looking for a tissue to wipe herself clean with.

  “What are you doing?” He asked, making her pause. “You think that’s it?”

  She tried to speak but didn’t know what to say. Of course that wasn’t it. How could she have been so naive? He would milk this for everything he could get.

  “Put your blouse back on.” He ordered her. “But no bra.”

  Not comprehending she did as she was asked. He perched on the edge of the desk again, his spent manhood now back in his trousers out of sight. He told her to button the blouse. As she did so the material clung to her and the dripping fluid of his spill began to soak through. Seeing it brought a childish grin to his face.

  “Remove your panties.” He told her.

  Here we go then, she thought. He wants much more of me. This is it girl. Now you’re going to get fucked.

  As she reached up below her skirt and wriggled her panties down he watched her discomfort while his hand toyed with the golden golf balls on the plinth. Careful not to reveal anything she tugged her panties down to her knees then let them drop to her ankles before she stepped out of them. She noted how wet they felt in her hand. He stepped towards her again.

  “A little shy Samantha? I never would have imagined.” He teased and then “Lift your skirt.” The order was unconditional.

  As she lifted her skirt she felt a tear well in the corner of her eye once again. He watched avidly as inch by inch the skirt rose, revealing her thighs and then the dark triangle of her pubic hair.

  “All the way up!” he insisted.

  She pulled the skirt up around her waist and stood before him. He gave an appreciative moan. Her cheeks reddened and she closed her eyes.

  “Keep your eyes closed.” He told her.

  She sensed him moving towards her and standing very close. He placed a hand against her pubic hair and let it rest there. She was trembling again now.

  “Open your legs Samantha.” He spoke quietly, just inches from her ear. “Nice and wide.”

  She stepped a foot sideways and as she did so his hand slipped down and cupped her.

  “A little wider.” He said.

  She eased her foot further across, feeling herself open up beneath his fingers. He pressed one finger against her, between her labia.

  “Nice and wet, Samantha.” He observed. She felt herself blushing. “Keep those eyes closed.”

  He traced the finger up, briefly riding over her clitoris bringing it to life, a tiny tingling disseminating into her groin, then the finger continued up over her mons, through her bush of hair before pausing against her lower belly. She felt him adjust his position and she thought he had changed hands but the finger never left her.

  Then he twisted his hand slightly and something cold touched against her skin. He began to trace the object down again, back over her bush. It felt hard against her pubic bone and then suddenly cold again as it came into contact with the flesh beneath. Whatever it was was in the palm of his hand and she guessed it was circular by the way it rolled. He continued down, rolling it over her clitoris until it came to rest between her legs, against the puffing flesh of her outer lips, cupped in his hand. It was so cold and hard! He slowly increased the pressure of his hand rubbing the object against her, turning it slightly so that it took up the lubrication of her own juices. Now it was moving freely against her labia, going deeper, touching against her inner labia. Pressed hard into her groin. She felt one of his fingers probe her slightly.

  “Now hold very still Samantha.” He warned in a whisper.

  He pressed harder and she realised that, whatever it was, he was trying to push it into her. She tensed and he told her to relax. Uncertain she tried to do as he asked and with a sudden shock he pushed the object with his finger and it burst into her. The momentum was short, what she expected to be something long simply popped into her and was enveloped. She gasped and her heart rate doubled instantaneously. Immediately she felt another cold hard object take its place pressing against her entrance. The object inside her was squirming about now as her internal muscles sought to accommodate it. She knew also that her cunt juices were now flowing uncontrollably. He again applied more pressure and suddenly, with less resistance than the first the second object passed through the opening to her cunt. She emitted a deep groan. Samantha could feel the two objects now inside her, playing against one another, her muscles naturally attempting to settle them into place only causing them to move about more and more.

  “Just one more.” McDonnell said. “You are doing very well.”

  A moment later and there it was again. Another hard cold object pressed against her and he squeezed it into her, finding little resistance until met with the others and the opening of her cunt closed behind it. She opened her eyes, he was stood a few paces away now looking down at her groin as if in expectation. She suddenly became aware of the weight of the objects inside her. The constant movement and the force of gravity convinced her she couldn’t hold them. Again he seemed to read her mind.

  “If you drop them, Samantha, the deal is off. You walk.”

  “But I can’t! They just....”

  He stopped her mid sentence. “Hold them Samantha. And no closing your legs! Show me you can do it. Keep them there.”

  “What the fuck are they?” She asked, her voice breathless. “They’re too heavy...”

  “Golf balls!” He announced pointing towards the now empty plinth. “Solid gold!”

  “Oh Jesus, I can’t hold them.”

  “But you must Samantha. Think of the consequences!”

  She fought to hold her muscles in place, to keep the squirming objects inside her. It was so hard with her legs apart, almost impossible. She let out a groan that sounded like a weight lifter struggling to raise the bar.

  “Ok, Samantha. You may close your legs now.” He relented.

  As she did she felt the balls resettle and she managed to gain more control. Incredibly she knew she was now gushing juices and that was not helping her maintain control. Her body was betraying her.

  “Now then Samantha. I have a little task for you.” He said “Oh, you may lower your skirt now by the way.” He added as an afterthought.

  “What now?” she asked in despair as she allowed her skirt to drop back down, hiding her embarrassment to a degree, if that was possible or, indeed, even relevant anymore.

  “Now, where is the Carson Account file?” he asked.

  “What? Um, what the missing accounts?” she asked confuse
d.

  “No, the file you have.”

  “Um, in my car. In the garage downstairs.”

  “Ok, Samantha. I want you to go and get it for me.”

  “But I.....”

  “As you are, Samantha. Go as you are. No panties either. Don’t forget your car keys and don’t drop my gold balls!” He chuckled at his own ingenuity.

  She looked down at herself. The blouse was stuck to her body, where the seeping wet patches had soaked through and it clung to her breasts appearing almost see through in places. Added to that, her nipples were now quite prominent against the cloth without the barrier of the brassiere, especially one where it combined with a wet patch and the areola and nipple appeared as somewhat more than just a dark shadow.

  He handed her a cell ‘phone. “Take this with you, Samantha. I’ll call you on the phone and I want you to keep talking to me. When I tell you to do something you must do it. I’ll know if you don’t. Just by the sound of your voice, I’ll know.” She believed him.

  He instructed her to head straight out of the office, take the elevator down to the garage and collect the files. Then she must return to his office.

  Samantha started to plead with him, incredulous of his demands. “Please, just fuck me or whatever it is you intend to do and get this over with!”

  “Oh, I do intend to fuck you Samantha.” He said casually. “But you are a long way from earning that yet.” Earning it? Earning it! She couldn’t believe this man. She had to earn getting fucked by him? Like it was some reward!

  “Now, Samantha. I want you to go now. Otherwise.....”

  She knew the threat that would come next and nervously turned towards the office door. She looked down at herself once more. No! No, she wouldn’t be humiliated like this. He couldn’t make her do this. She was an adult; a free individual. She would not be bullied or intimidated into continuing this ridiculous scenario. She turned towards McDonnell again but his expression made the words stick in her throat and she buckled inside. The bastard! Fucking bastard!

  Slowly she walked to the office door and held the handle for a few moments, her heart beating in her chest, her blood rushing in her ears. With each step the balls inside her wriggled and squirmed. She discovered quite quickly that she couldn’t take too long a stride or the change in her muscle posture threatened to allow gravity to take over and the balls to fall lower inside her and she had to stop and clench to force them back up, pressing her knees together. She looked at McDonnell one last time, took a deep breath and pulled open the door.