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First Task
Dana was on edge throughout the evening and the next morning. By noon
Wednesday, she had been sitting at her desk for four hours and not done a bit
of work. The earpiece, invisible to all, was ominously silent. Two friends
came in to invite her to lunch. She wasn't hungry.
At 12:45, the earpiece crackled to life. "How you doing, Mrs. Chase?"
"I'm okay," she said aloud, then glanced quickly around to see if anyone had
seen her. She repeated in a barely audible whisper, "fine."
"Good. Just checking in. You just go on about your business, Mrs. Chase.
We'll be in touch."
That was it. The day came and went, and the next. By Friday, she was almost
back to normal, almost able to forget about the silent microphone in her ear.
"Hello, Mrs. Chase, how are we doing today?" Dana stiffened in her seat, and
tasted the cotton in her mouth. She looked in a panic around the table - she
was in a business meeting in the conference room. The two senior partners
were there, and marketing VP of Jones and Co., one of their leading accounts.
She gripped the arms of her chair. Her face went white.
"Mrs. Chase, are you there? Answer me," said the voice. Dana looked quickly
around again. The meeting went on, no one seemed to notice her panic. She
rose quickly. "Excuse me a moment, gentlemen," she said, and quickly left
the room.
"I'm here," she said under her breath, as she rushed back to her office and
shut the door.
"Mrs. Chase, this will never do. When we call you, you answer immediately."
"My God, I was in a meeting. What do you want?"
"What we want - what we demand - is instant and total obedience," said the
voice sternly. "Is that clear?"
Dana was shaking so hard she had to sit down. "Yes, yes, I understand."
"Now you will have to be punished for this breach. But that is later. For
now, you have your first assignment. Do you know Matt Dorman?"
"Yes, he is a junior artist in Creative," said Dana. She had seen him a few
times. Had looked at him with interest. He had a nice butt.
"Tonight you will fuck him in your office."
"I .. I can't do that. How can I do that?" Dana's voice trembled.
"Mrs. Chase, you are making us angry. I don't give a fuck how you do it.
Just do it. And film it. Put the camera on the top of the cabinet. We want
to watch everything. Is that clear?" A pause. "IS THAT CLEAR, MRS. CHASE?"
"Yes, clear."
Dana dropped her head in her hands. The room was swimming. She had to go
back to the meeting. She had to contact Matt Dorman. What could she tell
him? At least it was Dorman, and not one of those awful geeks from
Copyrighting. In fact, in her fantasies she had already had an affair with
him.
She took a deep breath and picked up the phone. "Matt?"
"Yes?"
"This is Dana Chase. Have you been working on the sketches for the Mason
account?"
"Yes, I have some stuff ready."
"Listen, something's come up, and I need to see them, but I'm tied up until
late. Can you come to my office at, say, 8:30 tonight?"
"Gee, Mrs. Chase, I was planning a date tonight."
"Call me Dana. I'm sorry, it's really important."
"Well, okay, I guess I can cancel. See you at 8:30."
"Thanks a million, Matt." She hung up the phone, in a morass of confused
emotions. Shame, humiliation, tingling anticipation, fear. She stood
shakily, and headed back to the meeting.
Matt Dorman
A tentative knock on the door. How was she going to do this? She had never
seduced a man. The man always made the first move. What would she say, how
would she act? She prayed everyone had left for the night.
"Come in."
A young man came in with a black leather portfolio case under his arm. "You
ready?" he asked.
"Come on in and be comfortable. Sorry to keep you in late."
"It's all right. Let's get on with these sketches so I can get home."
Dana was flustered. Haste didn't make things easier. "Sure, set up over
there," she said, pointing to an easel by the wall.
Matt opened the case, and set the sketches on the easel. "Now our idea was ...
" He dove into the plan for the new Mason ad campaign. But Dana wasn't
listening. She watched his fluid body move across the room, hanging up new
sketches, pointing, explaining. She looked for an opening, a hook to hang an
innuendo or a hint on, but nothing came. She got more and more uptight.
"I guess that's about it," said Matt, sitting down. "What do you think?"
Dana was silent. She didn't know what to think. Her mind was a blank.
"It looks fine," she said.
"Great, then. Can I go?"
"No, no," Dana almost shouted. "I mean, wait, I have something else."
Matt waited, silent.
Shaking, confused, not knowing what she was doing, Dana got up and walked to
where Matt was sitting, and kissed him full on the lips. The young man sat,
shocked, not knowing what to do. Then, slowly, his lips parted, and Dana
slipped her tongue into his mouth.
Matt reached up and put his hand on her breast. As though she had been
touched with an electric prod, Dana pulled back suddenly. "No, no, wait, I
have to think." She breathed a deep breath. "No, let me, I mean, here."
She moved back to him and knelt before him, and put her hand on his pants.
He reached up to the button of her blouse. "No, let's not undress," she
said. "Here, let me." She reached for the buckle of his belt.
"Mrs. Chase, of course you will undress." It was the voice in her ear.
Dana's ears reddened in a blush of fear and humiliation. "Stand up, Mrs.
Chase. Now do a nice slow striptease for our boy here."
Dana did as she was told. She stood before Matt, whose eyes were bulging,
and with trembling fingers unbuttoned her blouse. The blouse slipped from
her shoulders, and she reached behind to unsnap her bra. "Make it sexy, Mrs.
Chase," came the voice. She swayed her shoulders gently. "Lick your lips.
Slowly."
After the bra, she unzipped her skirt and let it fall the floor. Through her
fear and shame, she felt her nipples harden in anticipation, and felt the
juices in her cunt starting to flow. She pushed her thumbs into the elastic
of her panties, and slowly, slowly, rolled them down her legs. Naked, she
walked over to Matt and straddled him.
Both she and Matt were by now racing with sexual tension. Together, and a
frenzy of excitement, they tore at Matt's belt and zipper and yanked down his
pants. With a single violent push he thrust his throbbing cock into her
ready cunt. They humped wildly. Dana quickly approached a strangulating
height of tension, moments before orgasm.
"Mrs. Chase, is this how you cheat on your husband? Is this how you whore
and shame the man and the children you love? You are a slut, Mrs. Chase."
"No, NO NO! DON'T MAKE ME DO THIS!" screamed Dana, as an earthquake of
orgasm swept over them both.
And she crumpled in shame.
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