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From: an449094@anon.penet.fi
Subject: <<NEW STORY>> Janet's Hard Lessons by Dawson  (M+/f, NC, coercion)



Janet's Hard Lessons is the first of what may turn out to be a series 
that centers around the theme of a voluptuous and elegant woman who 
falls into the evil  clutches of nasty men who, when they get the 
opportunity to force a  woman to do their bidding are reduced to their 
most unfortunate instincts. 
	In response to numerous requests, this story probes an explicitly 
sexual avenue, and if it develops, will explore several different 
themes and scenarios. It is the sad story of how greed can lead to 
humiliation and a degrading incident with a rectal thermometer...

	Comments are encouraged in the thread, especially as to whether 
this story should be continued.


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WARNING: This story contains strong themes of coercion and forced 
sexual behavior. It is intended as a work of fiction for ADULTS only, 
and the writer does not in any way suggest or condone similar behavior.
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Janet's Hard Lessons
by James Dawson
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Chapter One


Janet looked at the file sitting in her lap with shock. There it was in 
black and white, absolute proof of all of the money she had diverted 
into a covered account that only she could access. It had all seemed so 
easy and now here she was, caught, no ifs-ands-or-buts. She couldn't 
even look up at the three men sitting opposite her.
	Life at Tobiason Securities had seemed so easy for the 
twenty-three year old beauty. She had dazzled them in her interview, 
and had been doing great business ever since. She was a tremendous 
operator, and knew how to get what she wanted. Being beautiful helped. 
Janet learned in high school that her full lips, big blue eyes and thick 
wavy blonde hair, combined with big, full breasts set on a trim yet 
shapely frame, had the capacity to turn men into jello. Especially her 
breasts. Set high on her chest, they were almost too big for her frame, 
making her look like a comic book character. She was often compared 
with Playboy star Anna Nicole Smith, though she never appreciated the 
comparison. She considered the model to be a no class bimbo, and did 
everything she could to play down the resemblance.   She dressed 
conservatively and wore more natural make-up.
	Janet learned early the power she wielded was far stronger when 
it was subtle, not overt. She learned it was far stronger, not by 
showing off her cleavage, but just by flicking her hair to one side in 
the middle of a conversation with a man, invariably causing him to lose 
his thought in mid sentence. She learned not to bend down using her 
knees, but rather to lean over from the waist if she wanted to 
mesmerize, but yet never to appear available. She learned that she 
never had to do anything but create the aura of "maybe" to get what she 
wanted. She was "sassy" and "untouchable," and sometimes drove men to 
the brink of just grabbing her in frustration.
	The men at Tobiason Securities had been no different. Some tried 
to play it cooler than others, but most fell over themselves to be 
helpful. Though she was in a large area of the firm, she quickly ruled 
the roost. And once she became established, no one had ever questioned 
her. 
	That is why she had set up a dummy account and began to skim off 
money into it. It had been so easy. She figured that though they were 
all eager to get her in the sack, they also thought she was stupid. 
	She had even been so confident that when she was unexpectedly 
called into the senior vice president's office, a man she had never 
even met, she had assumed it was to hear how great she was doing or 
even to discuss a promotion. When she'd walked into his office and seen 
two other executives with Mr. Jamison, she'd even felt more sure. It 
wasn't until she saw the two video cameras set up and running that she 
became nervous. They were only usually used for depositions.
	Mr. Jamison's office was huge and beautifully furnished. It was 
grand without being showy. On one side, just to the right as you 
entered was his large desk surrounded by bookshelves, three computer 
screens, and expensive art. The entire wall to the left was made up of four 
enormous windows that stretched from the floor to the ceiling, providing 
a breathtaking view of the city. Just in front of the windows was a 
conference table where the  three men sat silhouetted by the light, facing 
her. Mr. Jamison, the resident of the office,  had offered her a seat opposite 
them.
	He had started by asking her how she liked working at Tobiason, 
asking her what her plans were, etc. She had been a little hesitant at 
first, but had told them the truth, that she liked it there and that 
she hoped to do well and move into a senior position. Then he had just 
handed her the file and asked her to look at it. As soon as she opened it 
adrenaline rushed into her stomach. There it was, a complete and total 
record of her transfers to an account that only she could sign on. Janet just 
stared at the papers. She noticed that the hand holding the file began to 
tremble. She was totally confused. 
	"I can't tell you what a disappointment you are to us," said Mr. 
Jamison after a moment, matter of factly, breaking her out of the 
trance. She looked up at him. His face was a mix of sterness and 
maturity. "Our policy here is full prosecution. In this case it means 
embezzlement and fraud. Do you have anything to say?"
	For the first time in her young life, Janet was totally helpless. 
The realization brought tears to her eyes.
	"We always bring the employee in to inform them before we notify 
the authorities." He looked at her sternly. "Do you have anything to 
say?" he repeated.
	She looked briefly at the two video cameras, and considered lying 
for a second, trying to wriggle out of it, but thought better of it. It 
was all too clear. There was no escape. "Please," she said over her 
tears. "I'll pay back every cent." 
	"Please what?" asked Jamison.
	She suddenly felt like a child way out of her depth. How could 
she have been so stupid? She realized that prosecution would mean an 
end to her career at the least, and very likely worse. The image of 
jail time entered her mind.
 	"Please...please don't call the authorities," she replied. "I 
promise I will make it up."
	Jamison laughed. "Do you know how long it would take?"
	She was stung by his laughter. She felt foolish.
	"Please, I really will, I promise..."
	"Why on earth should we make an exception in your case?"
	"I promise I will work twice as hard, and I'll even go without 
pay..." She became desperate. "Please, I don't want to go to jail."
	Jamison looked at her for a moment. She squirmed beneath his 
gaze.
	"Are you suggesting that now- now that you have been caught 
embezzling from the firm- that you are somehow capable of some renewed 
sense of loyalty and dedication?" He chuckled at her, making her feel 
like a child.
	She realized how it looked, but she was desperate. "Yes," she 
replied, "if you give me a chance, I will show you."
	"You will show us loyalty?"
	"Yes."
	"Well," he said, "Perhaps I can suggest one thing."
	She looked up hopefully.
	"I won't promise that we won't prosecute, but I do have a rather 
special job that needs to be done, one that you might be ideal for."
	He looked at her for a moment without speaking.
	"It would require that you do exactly as you are told, no matter 
what-  no matter what you think or feel about it."
	"Please," she said. "I'll do it."
	"Understand that in undertaking this project you will have to 
sign a waiver, and that we in no way agree to waive prosecution."
	She looked apprehensively.
	"But if you do this task well," he smiled at her, "you can, 
perhaps, indefinitely postpone it."
	"I'll do it, please, you won't be sorry..."
	Jamison opened another file and handed it to her, making her get 
up to reach across the table. A pen was clipped to it.
	"Open it, initial each page, and sign at the bottom." he said.
	Janet cast her eyes over the document, but could hardly make out 
the legalese. It was clearly a waiver of all responsibility to the firm 
and the individuals in it. She had no choice. She took the pen and did 
as she was told. She handed it back.
	"We will have to see if you will be suitable. Can you follow 
instructions without question?"
	"Yes." she replied anxiously. She was desperate to avoid the 
police.
	"You understand that following instructions is absolute, and that 
failure to do so will result in justice taking its course."
	"Yes," she replied, somewhat puzzled.
	Mr. Jamison leaned forward in his seat and folded his hands 
together on the table.
	"Stand up."
	She looked confused for a second, and then got to her feet.
	"Unbutton your blouse."
	"Wha..." Janet was shocked. This was not what she expected, not 
here in this office, in front of these executives. She thought he meant 
something business oriented, something that would take hard work, long 
hours. Not this. She stood stunned.
	"Not a very impressive start," he said.
	Janet's face colored at the situation. She looked briefly at the 
two other men, and then at the two video cameras pointing at her.
	"Yes," said Jamison, "we want a video record of our discussion."
	 She had no choice. She reached up to the top button of her crisp 
white blouse and opened it. She took a deep breath and worked her way 
down to the second, and then the third, exposing her chest and ample 
cleavage. She got to the bottom of the row of buttons and hesitated, not 
sure what to do next.
	"Pull it apart and hold it open," he said.
	Janet's face went bright red. She slowly pulled it up free of her 
skirt and pulled the two halves apart, exposing her chest, stomach and 
big breasts in their white bra. She stood for a moment, holding it 
open.
	"Take it off and lay it on the table."
	She slipped her blouse off of  her shoulders and down her arms. 
She laid it on the table. She stood before them in her white bra, which 
just barely contained her big breasts. She had purchased it to wear 
with business clothes precisely because it flattened them out, but in 
doing so, it also made them bulge out of the top obscenely. She never 
wore it when she thought anyone might see it. Her nipples were faintly 
visible through the white material beneath the lacy design.
	The men looked at her for a moment. She shifted her feet 
uncomfortably.
	"Are you wearing pantyhose?" asked Jamison.
	It took a second for the question to sink in. "Ah...yes." she 
replied.
	"For the rest of the time that we feel like maintaining your 
employment here you are not to wear them again."
	Janet could hardly believe her ears. He was talking to her as 
though she were a tart, or a whore.
	"You are only to wear panties," he continued, "that are cut high 
in the back so that most of your ass is exposed."
	Janet stood dumbfounded.
	"Do I make myself clear?"
	"Y..yes."
	"You will be checked on."
	He looked at her.
	"Do you understand?" 
	"Yes," she replied.
	"Good. Now turn around."
	She slowly rotated her body around so that her back was to the 
men. Her long blonde hair cascaded down her lovely, unblemished back. 
Her full bottom filled her business skirt.
	"Take off your skirt and hose."
	She was mortified. She had never been spoken to like this. She 
reached up to the left side of her skirt and undid the clasp. She 
pulled down the zipper and slowly let it slide down her thighs bringing 
her ass into view.
             The men enjoyed the sight of her white-panty clad bottom through 
the beige pantyhose. The flair of her hips was perfect, resulting in a 
full, round ass. She let the skirt drop to the floor.
	Janet stepped out of her shoes and slipped her fingers into the 
waist of the hose and began working them down over her hips. As she 
worked them down, she bent forward sticking her ass back out towards 
her audience.
	"She's got a nice ass," she heard one of them say behind her.
	"Yeah, not bad," said another.
	She pushed the hose all the way down off of her feet and, now in 
only her panties and bra, she stood back upright. She waited. She 
stared at Jamison's unoccupied executive desk across the room in 
disbelief. Tears welled up again and spilled out down her cheeks.
	"Put your shoes back on and turn around."
	She stepped back into her medium heels and turned slowly around 
to face the men. She felt their eyes going up and down her lithe body. 
Her face went bright red.
	"Put your hands on your head and slowly turn around in a full 
circle."
	She reached her hands up and put them on the top of her head, 
exposing her body and pushing her big tits out. She slowly pivoted on 
her left foot and gave the men an obscene display. She went all the way 
around.
	"You were right, Dave," said Mr. Jamison to one of the other men. 
"She does have big tits." He looked back at Janet and smiled. "They're 
the only reason you're not on your way to jail."
	She blushed bright red.
	" How big are they?"
	She almost choked with anger and embarrassment. She had never 
been talked to like this. 
	"Th..thirty-eight." 
	"Thirty-eight what?"
	"D...double D."
	"Mmmmm," replied Mr. Jamison. "That is big."
	She stood in total shame. She knew what was coming.
	"Well. let's see them."
	She closed her eyes for second in humiliation. She opened them 
and looked beyond the men and out the big windows at the other 
buildings. She wondered if anyone out there could see. She slowly 
reached behind her back and grasped the clasp of her bra. She popped the 
eyelets free and pulled them apart across her back and slid the bra straps 
down off of her shoulders. She held the bra in front of her for a second 
before slowly lowering it. Her big nude tits bounced free.
	The three men took in the sight as she stood there. Her tits were 
big and round, and whiter than the rest of her skin. The tan lines were 
clearly visible. Her big nipples were placed directly in the center of 
the large mounds.
	"Raise your arms up above your head."
	She raised her arms up, causing her tits to stick out obscenely.
	"Think she'll do?" asked Mr. Jamison. He cocked his head to one 
side.
	"Yeah, I think so," replied one of the men. "She's got nice big 
nipples."
	Janet was in agony, standing there being looked at like a slab of 
meat. While it had happened before, she had always been clothed, and it 
was usually on her terms.
	"Does she remind you of anyone? An actress or someone?" asked one 
of the men.
	They all looked at the exposed beauty.
	"Yeah, actually," said Jamison. "Who is it?"
	They stared for a moment.
	"Who do you look like, Janet?" asked Jamison finally.
	"I...well...I don't know," she replied. She couldn't bear to say 
it standing in front of them like this,
	"Come on, you must have heard it before," said Jamison.
	"You look just like someone," said another.
	She had to say it. It was obvious, and she didn't want to get 
into trouble. "Ann..Anna...Anna Nicole Smith."
	"Yes, that's it," said Jamison. "You do look like her."
	"Especially the tits," offered another.
	The men all laughed.
	Janet wanted to die. She wished she could just run.
	"Okay," said Jamison. "Now, we got work to do. I want you to go 
around to the end of the table," he motioned to his right and then 
behind him, "and I want you to walk right up to the window.
	She looked to the spot apprehensively. Nude, except for her 
panties and shoes, the tall willowy blonde with the big breasts 
followed his instruction. The men watched as she walked around the long 
table, right up to the window. She looked out over the tremendous view.
	"Put your hands on top of your head and move up."
	She did.
 	"Put your tits against the glass."
	Janet did as instructed. She leaned forward touching the cold 
glass with her nipples. The contact made her suck in her breath.
	The three men left her standing there while they got on with 
other business.

	After a half hour or so, Jamison reached for the phone and pushed 
a speed dial button. He lifted the handset out of the battery charger 
stand and walked over to where Janet was standing. Listening for an 
answer, he sat at the edge of the table a few feet from her. She felt his 
eyes go up and down her exposed body.
	"Bill?" he said into it. "Yeah, fine...Say got a minute?...Great, 
well have a look in my window, and tell me what you think."
	Janet felt a flock of butterflies take off in her stomach. She 
was on lewd display. She looked out at the buildings, wondering which 
one he was talking to. She closed her eyes in humiliation.
	A moment passed.
	"Nice, eh?" He chuckled, and then listened.
	"Oh that's right, I forgot. You're an ass man..." He looked over 
at Janet.
	"Turn around," he told her.
	Keeping her hands on her head, she stepped back and turned 
herself around facing the room. She noticed the two other men had 
walked up to stand in front of her.
	"Pull your panties about halfway down your thighs."
	Janet bit her lip and fought back the tears of shame. Her hands 
went to her panties. She slowly eased them down her thighs. The blonde 
hair of her sex came into view.
	"What do you think?" Jamison said into the phone.
	He listened.
	"Bend over," he said to her.
	Slowly, she bent over at the waist.
	"Press your ass against the glass."
	She leaned backward until the cheeks of her bottom made contact 
with the cool glass.
	He listened for a moment, and then laughed out loud.
	"You're right," he laughed again, "Goddamned right she deserves 
it."
	He listened again. 
	Janet's heart began to pound with anxiety.
	"Sure, I'll set the phone down so you can hear...Better yet, why 
don't you talk to her."
	He walked over to the middle of the conference table. He set the 
phone down.
	"Come on over here," he said.
	Janet straightened up. She reached down for her panties.
	"Leave them."
	She began to walk, shuffling uncomfortably towards him.
	"My friend reminded me that naughty little thieving bitches 
deserve spankings."
	"Please..." she said as she watched him walk over to his desk. 
Standing against the conference room table with her panties down was 
the most embarrassing thing she could imagine. And now, he was going to 
a spanking in front of these other two executives. He rummaged around 
his desk before coming up with a long ruler. He swished it in the air.
	"Now, bend over the table," he said, ignoring her.
	She looked to the two other men in the hopes that one would 
intervene.
	They just looked impassively. One of them smiled at her.
	She turned around in front of the conference table, once again 
looking out of the enormous windows. She leaned herself forward until 
her elbows were on the table top. 
	"All the way down, and straighten your legs," said Jamison.
	Janet bent farther, mashing her big breasts against the table 
top. With her long legs straight, her round, naked ass came up
	"Now I want you to take the phone."
	Janet reached out and took the phone. She looked at the lighted 
numbers and tried not to think about who was on the other end. 
	"Go on, say hello." Jamison laughed. The other men did as well.
	She was dying of shame and humiliation.
	Turning her head upright and moving her chin onto the table top, 
she put the phone to her ear.
	"H...hello," she said into it.
	"Hello, young lady," said a male voice. "It is nice to SEE you." 
He laughed. "What's your name?"
	She clenched her eyes closed in shame.
	"J...Janet." She almost lied, but thought better of it.
	"Well Janet, I look forward to meeting you in person."
	A shudder went through her body. She realized that she was 
totally trapped, that she had to do whatever these men asked.
	She was also totally speechless.
	"You've got a nice ass, Janet," said the voice. "I liked looking 
at it."
	"Th,  AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH" she suddenly 
screamed out as the ruler splatted down against her naked bottom. Her 
hand gripped the phone.
	"Say thank you, Janet," said the voice.
	"Th..th..thank you..." she replied.
	"You know what I like about your ass, Janet?" said the voice.
	Her mind was spinning.
	"Wha..what." 
	"It's nice and full and meaty without being too big."
	"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH" she cried out again as a 
second stroke slapped her bottom. The pain started to heat up.
	"What do you say?" asked the voice.
	"Ah...ah...Tha..thank you."
	"That's right. Now don't forget again."
	Tears brimmed over her eyes and began to run down her cheeks. 
She was so helpless.
	"I look forward to putting my hands on your ass, Janet."
	She listened in horror, waiting for the next stroke.
	"I'm looking forward to getting your meaty asscheeks in my 
hands."
	She shuttered.
	"I'm going to enjoy squeezing them and pulling them apart and 
looking at your asshole."
	She wanted to be sick.
	"Do you like it in the ass, Janet?" asked the voice.
	"WHAT?" she asked with shock. Fear and revulsion spread over 
her.  She was talking to a real pervert.
	"AAAAHHHHHHHH," she cried out, another stroke. She fought 
back the urge to reach back with her free hand and rub her burning bottom.
	"Thank you," she said quickly, remembering. Pain and fear mixed 
in her swirling mind.
	"So you've never had it in the ass?" said the voice.
	"No...please...my GOD..." She fought back the panic.
	"I see."
	"AAAAHHHHHHH" stroke number four. "PLEASE...no more." 
The pain became searing.
	Silence on the line.
	"Thank you," she said, remembering again.
	"I look forward to meeting you, Janet," said the voice. "Very 
forward indeed." Click.
	A dial tone filled her ear. She laid the phone down and began to 
weep. Her bottom was on fire.
	She suddenly felt hands on her bottom. They began to rub it. She 
resisted the impulse to look behind her.
	The hands began to knead the cheeks.
	She just wept at the violation.
	"Lift your head up, Janet," said Jamison after a moment.
	Still lying on her stomach, she lifted her chin
	Suddenly material was laid over her eyes cutting off the light. 
She felt it wrap several times around her head. It felt like a tie. She 
was being blindfolded.
	Once the blindfold was secure, she felt hands reach down and 
guide her panties, which she'd held between her thighs, down her legs. 
They guided her feet out of them.	
             The hands slowly traced their way back up her legs. Tingles 
combined with the burning heat, making her mind spin.
	"Turn over," said a male voice thick with lust.
	Almost before she could respond she felt herself being turned 
over onto her back. All of her bravado was gone. She was helpless. She 
instinctively reached a hand down to cover her exposed pussy. Her other 
arm went across  her breasts. 
	She felt her feet get lifted and perched on the edge of the table 
spreading her legs wide apart. Someone took her hands away and moved 
them towards her feet.
	"Grab your ankles," a male voice commanded.
	"Please..." she uttered.
	"DO IT."
	She wrapped her fingers around her ankles, holding her legs wide 
apart. Hands grabbed her hips and pulled her towards the very edge of 
the table. Her ass met the edge. Her pussy was totally exposed.
	She flinched as she felt hands start caressing her exposed inner 
thighs. She fought back the urge to scream.
	The hands slowly and gently caressed her skin in a circular motion, 
working toward her pussy. She clamped down on her teeth.
	The fingers gently traced the outside of her pussy lips, making 
her shudder. A finger moved slowly up to the top, brushing her 
clitoris. It gently moved over her clit, lightly flicking it back and 
forth. Janet began to squirm under the manipulation.
	Suddenly, another pair of hands reached out from over the top and 
behind her, scooping up her big, pillowy tits from either side and 
mashing them together. The fingers began tugging on her nipples, 
contrasting with the gentleness of the manipulation on her pussy. Her 
bottom still burned and her head spun under all the sensations.
	She felt something slick get spread onto her pussy. The 
manipulating fingers began to smear it around. It was some kind of 
lubricant.  The fingers in her crotch began to move more forcefully, 
matching the mauling hands on her big tits. Her entire body began to rock 
with the motion.
	And then she felt it. 
	She felt a penis head come into contact with her pussy.
	In the darkness of the blindfold, she gritted her teeth and 
gripped her ankles. She felt the tip of the prick rub up and down the 
outside of her sex in a circular motion. The hard cock slid up and down 
the length of her slit.
	And then, it slipped in.
	Suddenly, it pushed all of the way into her cunt, causing her 
back to arch instinctively. It pulled out again, and thrust back in, 
and then back and forth with fury, matching the mauling hands on her 
big tits.
	She felt the table rock, as someone climbed up on it. She felt 
them sit down on her stomach. Whomever it was grabbed her arms and 
pulled them up away from her legs.
	"Push your tits together," a male voice commanded.
	Her head was spinning with the pounding she was taking. The 
hands pushed her hands against her tits. She did as she was told, pushing 
her massive breasts together.
	She felt hands begin to smear the lubricant all over the tits she 
held so submissively in place, like a sacrificial offering. The hands 
squeezed them and fingers rolled her slick nipples, causing them to 
stand out.
	Then she felt a hot, stiff prick squeeze in between her tits, and 
then begin to push back and forth. Someone was fucking her tits.
	"Push 'em together harder."
	She pushed her tits together, trapping the prick between them.
	Both men fucked her.
	She felt the conference table rocking underneath her.
	Sensations began to flood her brain like a submarine hit by a 
torpedo. Her ass still burned, but the pain was no longer totally 
unpleasant. It added an edge to the fucking she was taking. The prick 
between her slick, shiny tits almost burned.
	Suddenly a pair of fingers entered her mouth and began to run in 
and out.
	"Suck on them," ordered the man on top of her.
	Janet closed her mouth around them, and began to suck them.
	Within moments, she felt the prick between her tits begin to pick 
up speed. The voice began to growl and she suddenly felt his body lift 
off of her.
	She flinched as she felt the spunk shoot onto her face and neck. 
A gob landed near the corner of her mouth. She quickly turned her head 
to one side. She felt more land on her neck.
	The other man continued to fuck her, pounding in and out.
	A hand reached out and grabbed her by the chin, moving her face 
back up.
	"Stick your tongue out."
	She had no choice. She slowly opened her mouth the pushed her 
tongue out.
	"Lick it clean."
	She felt the prick against it. She ran her tongue over it as best 
she could in the position she was in.
	Suddenly the man fucking her stopped. He pulled out of her cunt. 
She was abruptly lifted off of the table and stood upright. Her legs 
were wobbly.
	"Get down," said one of the men.
	She felt herself being pushed downward to her knees.
	She was kneeling. She felt someone grab a handful of her hair 
and pull her head forward.
	"Suck it off."
	She felt a prick touch her lips. She could smell the sex on in. 
She closed her eyes behind the blindfold and opened her mouth slightly, 
and felt the cock jam in, almost causing her to gag. She knew what was 
required.
	She reached up and grasped the stiff prick and began to pump it. 
She felt the grip on her hair tighten.
	As she sucked the cock, she felt one of the men kneel behind her. 
He reached around and began to play with her tits. He slid his hand 
down to her cunt.
	"Open your legs," said the voice behind her.
	Keeping the rhythm going, she moved her knees apart. She felt his 
right hand move in between her thighs and begin stroking her cunt. The 
other hand kneaded her left breast.
	She felt the grip on her hair tighten again.
	"YES," said the voice above her. "NOW SWALLOW IT ALL!"
	Two strokes later, she felt the hot load squirt into her mouth. 
She fought the impulse to gag, and quickly swallowed it down. More soon 
followed. She sucked hard and swallowed again.
	Spent, he slowly pulled his prick out of her mouth.
	She felt the man behind her stand up.
	"Stay right where you are," he said. He grabbed a handful of her 
hair.
	She felt another stiff prick tough her lips.
	"Open up," he said.
	She opened her mouth again, and accepted his prick. She reached 
up and grabbed it and began the process over again. She pumped it as he 
fucked her face.
	The other two men squatted down on either side of her and began 
running their hands over her body. 
	"Come on SUCK that prick," said one of the men.
	"Look at this cunt gobble dick." said the other. She felt her 
breasts get squeezed.
	"Suck it harder, HARDER," said the voice on her left.
	She sucked harder. She heard movement to her left.
	"Maybe this will help motivate her," said the voice.
	She flinched as she felt him press something against her bottom. 
She realized it was the ruler she'd been spanked with. 
	"Stick your ass out," he said.
	"NNNNNNNNNNN," Janed moaned through her nose. She sucked her 
cheeks in and began bobbing her head. 
	She felt the ruler touch her skin. She leaned forward on her 
knees, pushing her bottom out. She felt the ruler slowly move in a 
small, circular motion across her skin at her bottom's fullest, 
fleshiest point..
	The mauling of her nude tits continued while she blindly sucked 
on the anonymous prick in front of her.
	SPLAT! 
	"NNNNNNNNNNN," she cried out over the stiff cock as the ruler 
cracked against her ass.
	"Faster," said the man.
	She picked up speed, sucking hard.
	"SPLAT!"
	"FASTER."
	"AAARRRGGGGMMMMM," she cried out. She began to work 
the prick furiously. Suddenly, she felt her hair grabbed, pulling her face 
forward. Semen squirted out into her mouth. She quickly swallowed it 
down. Another load came.  She swallowed again.
	After a few more thrusts, the cock pulled out of her mouth. She 
didn't move. She stayed on her knees and kept her ass sticking out 
behind her. She heard the men putting their clothes back on. She heard 
zippers going up. 
	Another few moments passed and she felt the blindfold being 
untied. She kept her eyes closed as it was unwrapped. She felt someone 
squat down on her left side. A hand covered her left breast. It began 
to caress it.
	"Well, Janet," It was Mr. Jamison's voice. He began to gently 
roll her nipple in his fingers. "For now this is going to be our dirty 
little secret. No one else here at the firm will know about it."
	"Th..thank you," she replied. She didn't know what else to say.
	"That is, for now."
	She felt his hand roam across both of her breasts.
	"Now, as I mentioned," he continued, "we have a special job for 
you. But in the meantime, there will be several small tasks for you to 
perform. It is imperative that you perform them exactly as directed."
	Her big tits tingled with the fondling he was giving them.
	"Do you understand?"
	"Yes." Her bottom burned, and she felt sick.
	"Good." He pulled on both nipples. "Now, we have work to do. 
So why don't you put your clothes back on and straighten yourself out 
and get back to work."
	He let go of her tits and stood up. Janet put her hands down and 
stood as well. She covered her breasts with one arm as she began to 
pick up her clothing.
	"There's a bathroom to your right."
	She noticed a door in the wall to the left of the windows. It was 
cut into the wood so as to be inconspicuous. She took her clothes and 
entered the executive bathroom. It was beautiful, and included a shower 
and a bathtub. She quickly put her clothes back on, and was just about to 
step into her pantyhose when she remembered. Her mind flooded with fear 
and anger. He had instructed her not to wear them. And she had to obey. 
She tossed them into the wastebasket.
	She looked at her face in the mirror, and had to fight off the 
impulse to cry again. She was a mess. Her make-up was smeared around 
her eyes. She took some toilet tissue and folded it over several times 
and wetted it. She was lucky she had her purse with her. She brushed her 
hair and reapplied her make-up. Within a few minutes she was ready. She 
went back into the office. The three men ignored her, concentrating on 
their discussion. She stood there for a moment, and then walked out.

	Back at her desk, things were buzzing like usual and she got 
right back to work, trying to free mind of the horrible episode that 
had just taken place. No one seemed to notice that anything was 
different, and she was glad of that. 
	She was almost back in the swing of her job several hours later 
when she answered the phone.
	"Janet?" It was Mr. Jamison's voice. She shuddered at the sound 
of it.
	"Yes."
	"I'm forwarding a call to you."
	She gripped the phone tightly in her hand.
	"Do I need to remind you what is expected?"
	"No," she responded.
	She heard a click.
	"Janet?" 
	She felt her stomach lurch. It was the voice on the phone from 
Mr. Jamison's office.
	"We get to meet sooner than I thought."
	She was speechless.
	"Now," the voice continued, "here are your instructions..."

