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Miss Daphne Makes A Deal (MF, MF/F, anal, nc, office slut)
by Terri Madison (terri_madison@hotmail.com)
  


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Daphne glanced up from her magazine, looking again toward the 
closed door of her boss' office. He's been in since...well, since 
after his 9am blowjob, she recounted as she idly popped her 
chewing gum. Checking the clock, Daphne noted that it was after 12 
already. Typically, she would be bent over her boss' desk right 
about now, his 8-inch cock sawing in and out of her pussy...

It didn't help matters that Daphne was extremely horny. After the 
morning blowjob, he'd ordered her to take a seat across the desk 
from him. She'd hiked up her short red skirt and thrown her legs 
over the arms of the chair, putting her freshly shaved pussy 
lewdly on display. At his request, she'd unbuttoned her low-cut 
blouse as well so that her 38D tits were also fully exposed. Then, 
he'd made her beg to be permitted to masturbate... Daphne had 
dutifully worked her fingers in and out of her wet pussy as his 
cum dripped from her face and onto her braless tits. All the 
while, he'd busied himself with paperwork as her fingers brought 
her closer and closer to the edge.

She'd noted his slight distracted smile as he'd tried to 
concentrate on his work. She knew he was already getting hard 
again. Maybe she wouldn't have to wait till lunch hour to get her 
pussy stuffed, she'd mused hopefully. God, she'd wanted to crawl 
over his desk and attack him! But that would only bring 
punishment, Daphne knew...

And then-

"That'll be all, Miss Daphne."

Her fingers had continued fucking her pussy...

"I said, that'll be ALL. Get out there and get to work before I 
have to tell you again."

Frustrated beyond belief, Daphne had stood, smoothed her skirt and 
left. How he loved teasing her! Of course, the office slut had 
known, it wouldn't be long before he would call her back in for 
the main course... but still! To get to the very edge, and then to 
be made to abruptly stop...

For the rest of the morning, the sexy secretary's hands had 
periodically wandered beneath her skirt. But the office was busy, 
and trying to get any real release was an exercise in futility. No 
matter-Daphne knew that soon, the door would open... his clients 
would leave... then she'd hear his voice over the intercom. Her 
hand made its way beneath her skirt and began rubbing her clit 
again as she imagined those wonderful words which would signify 
that her wet cunt was about to be filled....

"Miss Daphne, would you join me in my office?"

BZZZZZT.....

"Miss Daphne!"

"Huh?" Startled out of her daydream, she stabbed at the intercom 
button. "Ummmm... yes boss..." Daphne adjusted her skirt. Her 
pussy, which had been sopping wet all morning, was now beginning 
to throb as she thought about the screwing her boss was about to 
give her.

Daphne met with disappointment, however, when she poked her head 
into his office and noted that the clients were still here.
Resigning herself to at least another hour of sexual frustration, 
she spoke. 

"Yes boss?"

"Come in." He introduced her. "This is my assistant Daphne. 
Daphne, Steve and his wife Sara are prospective clients of ours."
Steve was about 6', dark hair and fairly well built. Sara was very 
petite, with long, straight dirty-blonde hair.

Neither of them moved to shake the secretary's hand, so she 
nodded. "Yes sir."

"Daphne..." Sara mused. "Very exotic... sounds like a stripper's 
name, or something."

The secretary didn't quite know how to respond. She forced an 
embarrassed little smile and nodded. "Umm, boss... well, if you 
won't be needing anything..."

"No. That'll be all."

With relief, Daphne nodded. Both of the clients were staring at 
her...Sara with obvious distaste, Steve with lust. Nonetheless, 
all three sets of eyes followed her delectable ass swaying in her 
red miniskirt as she made her way to the door.

As she reached for the doorknob, her boss spoke. "Wait. I remember 
why I called you in here now. I've been trying to find the 
Jacobsen file. Do you know where it is?"

"Yes sir...it's in your cabinet..."

"Well, get it please," he said shortly.

"Yes sir..." she mumbled. The boss was obviously in a "mood". No 
doubt he was in the middle of a tough negotiation. "Poor guy, he's 
probably so tense, and here I am only thinking about myself and 
getting my pussy fucked," Daphne thought, making a mental note to 
spend extra time massaging the back of her throat with his 
cockhead during their next fuck session. Spurting a load of cum 
down her throat always seemed to take the edge off of him...

"Excuse me...." she said aloud, as the cabinet in question was on 
the other side of his desk. He rolled his chair closer to his desk 
so that she could get past him. Squatting, she opened the filing 
cabinet and produced the manila folder for him.
To her astonishment, he swatted her squarely across the ass with 
it.

"Oh!" Daphne exclaimed. It didn't hurt her so much as shock her, 
that he had done it in front of clients!

"Miss Daphne...what is the proper way to bend down?"

Her face reddened with embarrassment and humiliation. "Sir..." She 
glanced furtively at the clients.

He swatted her again. Harder.

"What is the proper way to bend down to retrieve things, Miss 
Daphne?"

She whispered, so that the clients wouldnt hear. "At... at the 
waist..."

"I can't hear you. Speak up!" he said loudly, glancing 
apologetically at Steve and Sara.

"Ummmm.... sir... at the waist... but I didn't think you-"
A third time, the file folder connected with her ass. Tears were 
forming in her eyes, but she dutifully kept her hands at her 
sides.

"'Think'?" he asked. "Am I paying you to 'think'?"

"No sir... I just... um... t-the clients..."

"Yes, Miss Daphne. The clients. I can't believe you're behaving so 
poorly in front of clients."

"No... I thought..." She retraced her words fearfully as he 
brandished the file folder yet again. "I mean..." She began 
whimpering.

"Miss Daphne," her boss said sternly, "we are trying to discuss 
business here." His tone made it clear that "business" was 
something which was beyond the comprehension of an office slut 
such as herself. "I don't have time to deal with your 
insubordinations. Although I promise you that I will deal with 
them at length, in due time. For now, I suggest you return to your 
desk and re-read your employee handbook." He paused, then added 
for clarification: "The one which was issued only to you."

He addressed Sara and Steve. "I'm sorry you had to witness this. 
She's usually not this insubordinate..."

She left the office as quickly as possible, feeling their eyes on 
her freshly spanked ass. As she returned to her desk, Daphne began 
to cry softly. Her boss liked to play these games with her and 
make a slut out of her, and she typically found it very exciting 
...but it was the humiliation in front of strangers which she 
couldn't stand. In front of clients, no less! She'd never felt so 
violated! For a fleeting moment, she thought of grabbing her purse 
and leaving. But she liked this job... NEEDED this job, she 
reminded herself, as she thought of the growing stack of bills and 
debts on her kitchen table.

Wiping her eyes, she reached in her desk drawer and pulled out the 
employee handbook. The one he'd dictated to her, and she'd typed 
out while sitting on his lap, her insatiable cunt impaled on his 
stiff 8-inch cock.

She opened the handbook to the first page. "My primary job 
responsibility is to service my boss' hard cock, using my skilled 
mouth, my juicy pussy or anything else of mine he wishes to 
use..."

Miss Daphne was on the third page before she began to notice the 
throbbing between her legs. Thoroughly, she read and reread the 
policy regarding "unauthorized masturbation during working hours". 
Then as her hand slipped beneath the waistband of her skirt, she 
violated the policy repeatedly....

BZZZZT!

"Miss Daphne! Will you come in here, please?"

The office slut cursed silently as she removed three of her 
fingers from her pussy and wiped them clean with a tissue. 
Unfulfilled, yet again... and this time of day was her best chance 
of getting some serious, uninterrupted masturbation in, as most of 
her coworkers were away at lunch.

The clients, of course, were still in his office. Daphne didn't 
even look in their direction, she was still so humiliated by what 
had happened earlier.

Her boss went right to his no-nonsense tone of voice. "Daphne. 
Your face is flushed. What have you been doing?"

Oh god...he's not going to make me say it here, she fervently 
hoped.

Steve and Sara looked on eagerly. By now it was obvious that they 
were privy to the games Daphne and her boss played.

"Miss Daphne. Don't make me ask you again. What were you doing at 
your desk?"

Daphne looked at the floor. He knew... somehow they all knew. But 
to say it in front of strangers...

His next words helped her with her decision. "Do we need to try 
out the nipple clamps again?" As he reached for the handle to his 
desk drawer...the second one from the top... Daphne hurriedly 
shook her head.

"I was playing with my... with myself," she explained in a very 
small voice.

"Now, Miss Daphne..." His voice was gentle, fatherly. "You need to 
explain yourself in more detail than that..."

Daphne sniffled. The redness in her cheeks was now from pure 
embarrassment. 

 "I was playing... playing with my p... my pussy..."

"Honey, now what did I tell you about using more descriptive 
words?"

She clenched her lips in a frown. Pleading-"Sir..."

"What did I tell you?" he prodded gently. "Remember, when you were 
in the back of your car, begging me to-"

She remembered, of course. Her cheeks were burning, as she 
realized that an answer was expected. "Y-yes sir... more 
descriptive words... t-to describe myself..."

"Very good. And now... what were you doing at your desk, Miss 
Daphne?"

"I was... touching my wet slutty pussy..." Her eyes focused on the 
floor.

"Tell them, Miss Daphne." He indicated Steve and Sara.

"Please, sir," she whispered.

The intercom buzzed just then. The receptionist. "Sir, your lunch 
date is here...."

Despite the extreme humiliation he'd been putting her through for 
the past several minutes, the secretary felt a pang of jealousy at 
that. Who was he going on a "date" with? For the past year, lunch 
hour had been their time. Although neither Daphne nor her boss had 
ever actually eaten lunch during that time...

Her boss was, suddenly, all business. "Miss Daphne... Steve and 
Sara aren't sure that what we're offering fits their company's 
needs. Unfortunately, I'm late for another appointment and won't 
be coming back for the rest of the day. I need you to take over 
this meeting."

"But..."

"The paperwork is right here," the boss indicated. "Steve and Sara 
here just need to sign it. Please have the signed papers waiting 
for me tomorrow morning... and then we'll talk about that pay 
advance you needed, so you'll be able to keep your apartment...."
"But... I don't..."

"It'll be fine," he assured her, guiding her to his desk. He 
lifted her up and sat her on the desk, facing the clients. Daphne 
hurriedly crossed her legs as she remembered that she wasn't 
wearing panties. Not that her skirt allowed her to hide much.

"Do we cross our legs, Miss Daphne?" he admonished her gently, 
picking up her leg and lying it across the desk, thus placing her 
bald pussy on full display to the clients. Then, he kissed her 
softly, a casual peck on the cheek as if she were his wife or 
girlfriend, instead of his office slut.
Daphne was completely lost. What would she do? She gathered up the 
paperwork her boss had left.

"Ummmmm... here, can you sign this?"

Steve and Sara burst into laughter. "Oh, if only it were that 
easy, honey!" 

Sara chided condescendingly. "There's a little more to it than 
that."

"Like what?" Daphne knew she sounded like some kind of dumb bimbo-
but she knew nothing about what the company did. Suck... 
swallow... file paperwork... fuck... dress like a slut... suck, 
fuck and say thank you and beg for more.... These had been the 
extent of her responsibilities, which she'd happily accepted. But 
Daphne suddenly felt ashamed that she hadn't taken time to learn 
more about the daily operations of the company.

"Well, first of all, we're still not convinced that the product 
fits our needs. From what your boss has been able to show us 
today, it's still not perfected... which would mean extra work and 
maintenance on our part. Then, " this was totally sailing over the 
office girl's head-ruefully, Daphne realized that she didn't even 
have the faintest notion what the company actually sold! "The 
contract is only for two years. We're looking for something of 
much longer term. And the cost..." She looked over at Steve, whose 
eyes were glued to Daphne's fully exposed, dripping pussy.

"Oh. Yes." Steve wiped the drool from his chin before continuing. 
"Your quoted price comes in..." he did a quick mental calculation 
"...about 15% above market... and that's before we add in things
such as-"

"Yes...that's all fine..." Daphne interrupted. "What price did you 
have in mind?"

Sara named a figure. Daphne had no idea whether it was "above or 
below market", if it was a good deal, or if she were getting 
screwed royally. "That sounds reasonable," she nodded. If her boss 
wanted a better deal, she reasoned, he shouldn't have sent his 
office bimbo in to handle the negotiations.

The clients seemed mildly surprised.

"Well...what about length of contract?" Steve reiterated. "Two 
years is still way too little."

"Five years." Steve and Sara didn't flinch. "Ten years," Daphne 
offered desperately. Her pussy was itching to be filled... she 
could feel their stares burning into her crotch, and it was making 
her hotter than she'd felt in a while. She just wanted to get the 
signatures... then she'd go track down her boss at whatever 
restaurant he was at, and persuade him to kick that bimbo he was 
with to the curb, then beg him to fuck her right there...

"Twelve years." Sara counter-offered.

"Fine," Daphne said with exasperation. Whatever...

"Ok, then... looks like we have a deal."

She held out the paperwork to them. "Great. Sign, please."
Neither of the clients moved.

"Ummm...something else?" she asked.

"Yes," Steve said. "Your boss mentioned consummating this deal?"
Now this, Daphne was equipped to handle. On many occasions, the 
pretty secretary had dropped to her knees or accompanied a client 
back to a hotel room to finalize a deal. "What exactly did you 
have in mind?" the office slut cooed. At this point, she didn't 
care who she fucked, as long as she got some relief.

Steve stood up and undid his belt. His pants dropped around his 
ankles. Quickly, he stepped forward and buried his cock in 
Daphne's wet, horny pussy.

"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" the secretary screamed with joy as she 
threw her head back. "Yes FUCK ME...." Steve needed no urging. His 
cock pistoned in and out of Daphne's soaked cunt, pummeling her 
and driving her nearly insane. This cock was shorter than her 
bosses, but marginally thicker. And she was being filled rather 
nicely.

With a start, Daphne remembered Sara. She opened her eyes to see 
the businesswoman still in her chair, rubbing herself through the 
material of her business suit, as she watched her husband fuck 
this office tramp.

"Look at the way those big titties bounce for you," Sara whispered 
to her husband.

"Let's....UNHHHHHH.... get a better look!" Steve grunted. With 
both hands, he grabbed her blouse and roughly pulled at it, 
ripping several of the buttons away and exposing Daphne's bare 
breasts. He wasted no time in roughly groping and pawing them.
"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!" screamed Daphne, as her first orgasm 
overtook her.

"How do you like fucking my husband?" Sara moaned as her 
excitement grew. 

"Doesn't his cock feel nice in your pussy?"

"Oh yes....oh GOD YES..."

"Turn her over," was Sara's next suggestion. "Fuck her from 
behind..."

"OHHHHHHHHHHHHH..."

Without pulling out, Steve grabbed Daphne's leg and rotated the 
office girl so that she was face-down, bent over across the desk. 
Her toes barely touched the floor as the wonderful pounding 
continued from behind, his balls slapping against her clit every 
time he buried his prick in her insatiable pussy.

Daphne couldn't see Sara anymore, but she could hear the increased 
tempo of the woman's moans behind her. She could also hear Sara's 
fingers sloshing around in her cunt now. God, I'd go down on her 
if she came over here, the secretary thought fleetingly. But Sara 
stayed in place, and seemed content to rub herself.

Suddenly Steve pulled out of her pussy. Daphne gasped at the 
sudden loss of sensation, and instinctively kept grinding her ass 
against empty air for a few seconds. Then she felt his swollen 
cockhead rubbing up and down the crack of her ass, liberally 
coating her with her own juices.

"No..." Daphne sighed as Steve took his thick cock in hand and 
pressed the tip insistently at the opening to her virgin ass. "No, 
I don't do that..." She pushed herself up and began turning 
around.

In a flash, Sara was beside her, shoving her forcefully back down 
onto the desk. Daphne struggled, but the other woman was very 
strong and the office slut only succeeded in getting what remained 
of her blouse ripped off of her. Then Sara climbed on the desk, 
carelessly pushing files and paperwork onto the floor, and pinning 
the girl to the desk by pressing her knee squarely into Daphne's 
back.

"Please... I've never d-done that," Daphne gasped. "He's so... so 
big..."

"Yes," Sara giggled, "that's why I won't let him anywhere near my 
ass..." Her voice lowered. "But your boss told us you would make 
any concession to make us feel welcome here... You do want to make 
us happy, don't you?"

Daphne did. If she were to bring that paperwork back to her boss 
without signatures, she could only imagine the humiliating 
punishments which would be in store for her. Still, her ass... 
"Yes but.... please..." she whimpered.

"Enough," Sara snapped as she reached under her business skirt and 
removed her soaked panties. Wadding them up, she grabbed a handful 
of Daphne's hair and pulled her head back, then stuffed the lace 
panties in her mouth. For good measure, she sealed the secretary's 
mouth shut with a few strips of scotch tape... then surveyed her 
handiwork as she again buried her knee painfully in the slut's 
back.

Daphne struggled, flailing her hands and trying to get rid of the 
gag. Sara and Steve grabbed the girl's arms and bound them 
together behind her back, at the wrists, using what remained of 
Daphne's blouse.

"Put your cock in her ass," Sara ordered her husband. Only too 
happy to oblige, Steve again pressed his cock against Daphne's 
anal opening. In desperation, the office girl tried to arch her 
back and raise herself up, to align him with her dripping cunt 
instead, but she had no luck as her feet were almost entirely off 
the floor. Lubricated by her cunt juices, his cockhead slipped 
into her tight, unused ass.

Sara stroked Daphne's hair. "Do you like feeling my husband's big 
cock going into your ass? Yeah...he's going to ream that cute 
little tush..."

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!" the secretary protested through her makeshift 
gag, thrashing wildly on the desk.

"Now, now..." Sara admonished. "It's only going to be that much 
harder if you fight it... either way, it's going in your tight 
asshole..."

Daphne emphatically shook her head "NO". Nevertheless, the head of 
Steve's cock was now inside her, and inexorably pushing its way 
deeper.

The office slut had never known such pain. She felt as if her rear 
was being torn apart by the thick cock which was being forced into 
her, inch by agonizing inch. Daphne howled with agony... but the 
gag reduced her cries to muffled moans, which only implored Steve 
to push harder.

"Gotta break in that virgin asshole, sweetie," Sara whispered as 
she caressed Daphne's flushed face, already bathed in sweat. 

"It'll be so much easier next time...you'll see...."

Daphne bit down hard on Sara's cum-soaked panties, and firmly 
resolved that there wouldn't be a "next time". The way things 
stood right now, the abused secretary wasn't willing to lay odds 
that she'd even survive "this time". And Steve's prick wasn't even 
halfway up her ass yet...

"Oh my god...LOOK at that throbbing cock sinking into that slut's 
ass... god that's gorgeous..." Sara marveled. The veins on Steve's 
neck were popping out as he pushed his way into that area which no 
man had ever touched upon before. Daphne was reflexively clenching 
her muscles, trying to expel the invader from her ass, as well as 
attempting to scoot over the desk, away from her sodomizer.

"It only makes it worse when you fight it..." Sara repeated as she 
inserted a third finger in her own cunt. To her husband, she 
implored: "Push... BURY that gorgeous prick inside this little 
tramp!!"

"So...fucking...TIGHT..." Steve grunted as his cock sank, inch by 
inch, into Daphne's ass.

"Oh GODDDDDDDDDD" Sara groaned as her fingers did their magic.
"MMMMM MFFFFFF MFFFFFFH!!" Daphne protested through her gag.
"YES!" Steve exclaimed triumphantly as her asshole was filled by 
the entire length of his cock.

"MMMMMMF..."

Steve withdrew till just the tip was violating Daphne's ass. 
Desperately, her ass muscles worked to push him the rest of the 
way out.

Then he was burying his cock inside her again, this time with more 
speed and more force. His balls slapped against her cunt as he 
went deep... then out... then back in, buried to the hilt again. 
Daphne felt as if her tiny opening was being torn to shreds as 
Steve steadily, rhythmically began pumping her up the ass.

"AAAAAAAAA MMMMMFFFFFFFF!!!!" the office slut bellowed into the 
gag, as her entire body convulsed in agony.

Sara, meanwhile, was shuddering with pleasure. "Ooooooooooooo! 
Fuck her.... FUCK HER!!!"

"Oh she's so tight," Steve gasped. "Gonna... uhhhh... cum soon..."
"Yes.... YES!!!" Sara yelped. "Yeah... cum in her ass... 
Ooooooooooh is that all right, honey? Is that all right if he cums 
in your ass?"

Anything to get his cock out of my asshole, the secretary thought 
deliriously...

"Poor dear," Sara taunted. "Let me see if I can do anything for 
you." The businesswoman reached over and began probing Daphne's 
snatch with two fingers. The office girl was unbelievably wet.
She also responded almost immediately to the fingering, as her 
moans began taking on a different tone. There was still the 
muffled sound of a woman screaming in agony.... but it was 
intermixed with something else now, as Daphne's nervous system 
fought to discern the heavenly sensations going through her cunt, 
and the hellish agony pounding through her tight, abused ass.

Then Sara found Daphne's clit with her thumb and began rubbing it. 
The office slut threw her head back and howled. The gag did little 
to stifle the sound.

"Mmmmmm, I think she likes it," Sara sighed. To Daphne: "Do you 
like this?"

"MMM MMM," the office girl shook her head in a very weak protest. 
Daphne didn't even realize that she was perceptibly thrusting her 
ass to meet the husband/wife fucking tandem-Sara's fingers in her 
cunt, and Steve's cock filling her ass.

Sara quickened her pace, fingering Daphne's pussy even faster and 
harder.

"You don't like this?" she repeated.

Daphne shook her head again. "MMMM MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!" Her 
protest became a muffled scream as Sara located the secretary's 
g-spot and relentlessly assaulted it with her fingers. "MMMMMM 
MMMMMMMMM MMMMMMMMMMMM...." Sara's fingers and Steve's cock, 
separated by the thin wall between Daphne's cunt and ass, drove 
the girl temporarily insane. Then Sara resumed her steady finger-
fucking as Steve continued reaming the girl's asshole.

"MMMMMMMMM..." Daphne whimpered as they continued to fuck her 
senseless.

"Well," Sara's voice dripped honey, "would you like us to stop?"
Tears of shame filled the office slut's eyes as she realized the 
answer to the question.

"Steve honey, why don't we stop. We'll just get dressed, leave and 
take our business elsewhere."

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!" The secretary shook her head vehemently as 
she furiously began thrusting her ass backward to meet the fingers 
and cock which were fucking her so nicely. "Just for the 
signatures...just doing it for the signatures..." Daphne 
frantically tried to tell herself as her earth-shattering orgasm 
belied and betrayed her. "MMMMMMMMMMMM.....!!" She thrashed about 
on the desk like a fish out of water as the clients ravaged her 
pussy and ass. Juices gushed from Daphne's cunt, soaking Sara's 
fingers and the side of the desk.

"Oh, look at her cum..." Sara marveled. "Your turn," she murmured 
to her husband as she began caressing Steve's balls with her cum-
soaked fingers.

"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH...." Steve groaned, pushing forward one final 
time to bury his cock deep in Daphne's bowels. As he emptied his 
load into her ass, Daphne's orgasm reached its peak. Her entire 
body convulsed and her feet mindlessly kicked and thrashed against 
the desk, until she finally went limp with exhaustion.

When Daphne came to, Steve's cock was still buried in her ass, 
although it was now, thankfully, only semi-hard. Sara was slapping 
the office girl across the face. "Wake up, sleepyhead. C'mon.... 
we're almost done. Don't you want these contracts signed?"
Daphne nodded weakly as the papers were laid on her back. First 
Steve signed, then Sara.

"OK...now you just need to sign, to make it official, honey!" Sara 
offered the pen to Daphne. "Oops....sorry," she acknowledged with 
mock embarrassment as she untied the girl's wrists.

So Daphne signed. Her last name was somewhat distorted, as by this 
time Steve's prick was stiffening again and he'd begun thrusting 
in and out of her reamed asshole...


Finally, Daphne was able to collect the strength to climb off of 
the desk. Her ass was stiff and sore from the fucking she'd 
received. She'd been mostly numb back there throughout Steve's 
second ravaging of her tender asshole, which was something to be 
thankful for as he had lasted much longer this time. It had still 
seemed like an eternity before he'd pulled out and jerked off over 
her, splattering Daphne's asscheeks and lower back with his creamy 
white cum. Sara had then tossed the contract on top of the sticky 
mess, and the two clients had dressed and left.

But she had gotten the contract signed! Her boss would be happy, 
and she'd be in his good graces again. He'd even mentioned that 
pay raise, Daphne reminded herself excitedly as she gathered up 
what remained of her blouse.

The secretary was still feeling a bit lightheaded, so she settled 
into a chair. Immediately, she yelped and stood straight up, as 
lightning bolts of pain shot through her bottom.

Daphne quickly discovered that she was barely able to move or walk 
without feeling pain. Sitting down was out of the question. Her 
office duties-Daphne shuddered. Her duties consisted mostly of 
bending over and kneeling under desks. And she knew that she'd be 
twice as sore tomorrow.

"I'm gonna need the day off," she groaned aloud. Surely he would 
give it to her. After all, she'd just gotten him his precious 
deal, some of which had been literally taken out on her ass! He'd 
be so proud of her... he'd understand.... she decided she'd go 
over to his place on her way home...drop off the paperwork... and 
ask for the day off.

But first, she'd have to clean up the paperwork a little bit, of 
course. Grabbing a kleenex, she carefully began wiping the jism 
off of the signed documents.

As she glanced at the papers, her eyes grew wide with horror as 
she noticed the paragraph describing exactly what had been sold to 
the clients....

