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9:27 am, on the button, the office door creaked open. All the quiet figures inside turned towards the sound of groaning hinges, punctuated by the clipping of expensive heels on the tile floor. Everybody knew who it was; everybody knew she was late. They all just wanted to look.Waltzing through the door without a care – and very aware of the eyes fixed upon her – she casually flicked her hair. It was only short, barely shoulder length in fact, but the motion still gave life to her straightened brunette locks and let them flow elegantly about her; a few stray lengths swiped across her cheeks like tiny cat-o’-nine-tails. They almost seemed to be reaching across her, desperate to touch her full red lips. They weren’t alone in that sentiment.“You’re late,” a voice boomed across the room just as the door clicked shut behind her. All the prying eyes immediately dived for shelter in the flimsy cover of their work cubicles. “Again.”She didn’t cower. She didn’t even flinch. Her smile simply grew a little further, her back seemed to straighten and she turned with a simperingly sweet look towards him: a tall, dark-haired man in the jet black suit, striding out of the large office at the end of the room.“Yes, Sir. I am sorry, Sir.” Her voice was sweet and soft to an almost unnatural degree, her feet twisting coyly into the floor as she clenched her hands behind her back. She looked the image of the contrite naughty schoolgirl apologising to the headmaster. It was an act she’d perfected.“So you continue to tell me and yet you continue to come later and later every day, Ms…”“Please, Sir, call me Veronica,” she cut across him, her sickly sweet smile never sliding as he stared her down. People were beginning to peer over the cubicles again. Veronica tugged at her blouse, straightening it in an attempt to tuck it into the small black skirt perched high atop her long, soft legs. The material bulged and strained over her firm breasts, the buttons straining.“Very well, Veronica,” he replied after a protracted face-off. “Consider this your final week.” Her face fell as though she’d been struck. He turned into the office as she cried out.“No! Wait, Sir, I…”The office echoed with the rampant clicking of heels as she hurried towards him. All eyes were now fixed on the pair of them. He turned as she barrelled into his wide chest, throwing her arms around him.“Just what on Earth are you…”“Please, Sir. Give me another chance!” Her soft tone had become a lot more hurried and desperate. “I know I’ve been late too much, but I’ll… I’ll make it up to you! This job means a lot to me.” Her voice grew quieter and quieter as she spoke, until she was almost whispering to him. “You know I love working here, Sir. With you.”Her breasts heaved against his chest, her hair spilling across his shirt. He could only stand there still, struck dumb. Her fingers walked over his body as she pressed herself into him. He didn’t know where to put his hands for the best, uncomfortably leaning against the door-frame. She looked up into his eyes, her own so beautifully big and watery.“I’ll do anything, Sir.”He didn’t know what it was that caused it. Maybe it was her scent, perhaps the feel of her pressed against him. It could have been his inner pervert growing excited at the pleading, desperate look in her beautiful eyes. Whatever it was, it went straight to his groin and flooded his manhood with a surge of blood. With closed eyes, he desperately wished it away, but the growth was inevitable. He knew she could feel it when she jumped, the pressure of his swollen length against her hip giving away his inexplicable excitement.No amount of deep breathing and unsexy thoughts could help him, it just grew and grew until he could feel the throb and tightness in his balls. Opening his eyes, he panicked to find she had stepped away from him. Dozens of eyes stared his way – at the unmistakable bulge in his trousers. Veronica stood opposite looking coy and mischievous.’Own it. Don’t show any weakness,’ he told himself, straightening up and clearing his throat.“All of you, eyes down and back to work. Now!” his voice rebounded against beylikdüzü escort the walls as every head in the office dove for cover. “And you…” he pointed to Veronica, his arm gesturing into his office. “My office. Now.”He stood and watched her shuffle towards the door, his large frame blocking the exit as he followed her inside and the door slammed shut behind them.The closure of the door made her jump. Veronica’s normal easy confidence had subsided a little at the sudden strength in his voice. She had never heard him this way before. She stood contritely in the corner of the room, nervously watching him close the blinds to the inner office.“I… I’m sorry, Sir, I…”“No you’re not.” It was his turn to cut across her speech. She opened her mouth, stuttered, and failed as he rounded towards her. “You’re not sorry at all. You’re just scared for your job. The fact is, Veronica…” he strode menacingly towards her as he spoke, gaining on her no matter how much she retreated – until her back pressed tight against the wall. “You’re a little cock-tease, aren’t you?”She blinked, looking up at him and suddenly remembering just how tall he really was as he blocked out the light. “I…”“You’re a flirtatious, teasing, confident girl,” he continued, regardless. “Yes, I did say girl. You come in here smiling and simpering, swishing your hair and you think you can ride all over us because you’re a cute little girl who everybody wants to be friendly with. Am I right?”She opened her mouth, but he wasn’t stopping.“You continue to disrespect me, to ignore my warnings and to do exactly as you please. Then you think it’s clever to attempt to embarrass me in front of the office.”“N-no, Sir, I…”His voice grew deeper, not louder, and a single syllable simply silenced her.“Ah! Yes, I think so. You think if you walk in here with your tits out front and your arse shaking in those heels then you can do whatever you damn-well please, isn’t that it?”“N-no, Sir, I…” her voice failed, trailing away.“Then what is it, Veronica? Then why do you continue to defy me? To disrespect me?”“I d-don’t mean to, Sir, I… I just…”He sliced through her stammer. “You just what, Veronica? Hm? You just can’t help flaunting about like a little trollop, is that it?”She gasped and shook her head. “N-no, Sir, I…”He leaned in so close that she could smell his aftershave washing over her. Her protests faded.“You should be careful, Veronica. You might think this big act is clever, but it could land you in some serious trouble, girl.” He left the sentence hanging, their eyes locked together. A shiver visibly ran over her slender body, pimpling her skin. Something in his voice made her knees tremble.“Sir? I… What do you…” she asked through shaky, heavy breaths.She could only watch his hand advance on her, her head pressed back against the wall, unable to escape. A single finger slowly stroked over her pale cheek.“I mean that if you go around acting like an entitled little slut…” Stroking his palm slowly down her neck, his fingers walked encircled her throat. Bound in place, she shivered in his grip. “Then you might find that someone will start to treat you like one. Do you understand?”Her wide eyes never blinked, but her chest heaved for every desperate, laboured breath. A feeble whimper escaped her, but it only caused his grip to tighten. Her eyes rolled back into her head and the whimper turned traitorously into a moan as she was stretched to her tip-toes.“I said, do you understand?” he growled.She nodded, giving a little whine as he eased the pressure. Her feet flat on the floor once more, her thighs came together and found an unmistakable wetness oozing from her sex. The feel of her need fresh against her thighs brought another tiny moan from her chest, her eyes clamping tight. This didn’t go unnoticed.“Ohh. I knew it.” He smirked. “I had you pegged for a dirty little slut from the start, I should have known you’d be like this. Feeling wet, Veronica?”Her eyes flew open as he clenched around her windpipe once more. She shook her head, but the burning flush in her cheeks betrayed her shame.“Oh escort beylikdüzü yes, you are. I can feel you shaking and there’s only one reason you just crossed your thighs and moaned, you little slut. It’s just a shame that the whole office can’t see you, like they saw me, isn’t it?”“I’m sorry, Sir, I… I didn’t mean…”A smile came across his face that filled her heart with dread. His grip never relaxed, but when he spoke his voice was softer, almost mockingly so.“You say you really need this job, Veronica, yes?” She nodded. “And you’d do anything to keep it?” She nodded, this time far more slowly. Her eyes shifted nervously and he started to laugh. “Oh good, well I think you can start by apologising to everybody for making such a scene right now, don’t you?”She blinked, swallowed, and took a deep breath before she nodded, but just the once. With his grip released, she leaned on her knees, panting through her panic. Just a few seconds later she cried out again. A sudden sharp stinging pain seared her scalp as he grabbed a handful of her perfect hair and yanked her upright. She wanted to scream, but the unblinking gaze that met her petrified her to silence“Well, go on, slut. Go apologise.” He released her hair and she straightened, trying to compose herself. Her hands tried to smooth out her blouse, but he batted them away. “Oh no. No pretence. No tidying yourself up. I love how dishevelled and desperate you look right now. That red flush suits you – much better than the pristine little princess who strolls in here whenever she damn well feels like. Go on, now. Open that door, go out there with your wet thighs clenched together, and apologise to everybody for your terrible behaviour. In fact…”He popped the top button her blouse, lowering her already dangerously revealing neckline further. The faintest hint of a deep purple bra peeked from behind the thin material, cupping the beautiful creamy breasts so tight. He knew her nipples must’ve been cutting through the fabric.“There. Now go.” His hand cracked across her arse as he ushered her towards the door, opened it wide, and pushed her out into the office.The sea of eyes peeked up as the door opened and Veronica shuffled uncertainly out to meet them. She trembled a little and crossed her legs, immediately regretting it as she remembered her wet shame. It was all she could manage not to moan aloud.“Veronica has something she would like to say, don’t you, Veronica?” The deep voice boomed from behind her. This gave permission to her peering peers to all lock fully focus on her as she stood there, squirming. “Come on, girl. Don’t start being shy now, all of a sudden.”“I… I’m sorry,” she croaked.There came a deep tutting sound. “Louder, girl.”“I’m sorry,” she spoke shakily.“Sorry?” he asked with mock confusion. “What are you ever sorry for?”“I’m… I’m sorry about my conduct. My behaviour. It’s not good enough…”Behind her, she could hear him chuckling. He whispered in her ear and her whole body tensed. She shivered, shaking her head almost imperceptibly, but a quiet, stern growl in her ear broke her resolve. With a deep breath and a reddening of her cheeks, she spoke again.“I’ve been a bad girl.”“Good!” he cried, stepping out of the office. “There, so that’s that, we can all go back to normal now, can’t we? Good. Back to work everyone!”All workers hurried back to their tasks and Veronica took a step away from the office, but a single monotone grunt behind her stopped her dead.“Not you,” he chuckled, quietly. “I’m not done with you, yet. Inside.”Her eyes scrunched tight, her thighs pressed together and her teeth clenched. The finality of his words – the sharpness of his tone – just cut her to the core. She could feel the pulsing of her pussy with every word. She hated it. Stepping inside, her muscles quivered. The wave of his aftershave washed over her, the door closed shut and locked with the faintest click. The sound echoed through her head.“Well,” he walked around her to sit casually on the edge of his desk. “That’s the workforce placated, at least, isn’t it?”She nodded, still inarticulate beylikdüzü escort bayan and becoming less able to meet his eyes by the second.“Now there’s just the small matter of how you apologise to me.”“Yes, Sir,” she croaked. “I am sorry, Sir. I am. I won’t be late anymore, I…”His patronising chuckle muted her instantly. Her cheeks felt as though they would combust as she stared at his shoes and quivered on the spot.“Oh, no, Veronica. No. I’m afraid no ordinary ‘I’m so sorry, Sir, never again, Sir’ is going to cut it this time, miss. Not only do I deserve a real apology, I feel like I need some real assurance that this isn’t going to happen anymore. Don’t you agree?”A deep, nervous swallow and the upwards flicker of her eyes was all she could manage. She doubted she could have spoken if she even knew what to say.“How are things with your boyfriend, Veronica?”She blinked, shocked by the question, and suddenly ashamed at the way she had forgotten him, standing there wet and shivering in her boss’s office. It took her a second to compose herself, before she finally replied.“Fiancé.”His face lit up.“Ohhh. Even better! Fantastic! Congratulations, Veronica!”She swallowed again, uneasy with his excitement. “Th-thank you, Sir.”“Does he know what a dirty little slut his fiancée is, I wonder? Does he know how you walk around here shaking your stuff for everyone who walks by?”“Please, Sir, I don’t-”“Oh but you do, Veronica. You do. No doubt he thinks you’re doing very very well here, am I right? You go home and tell him how hard you’re working, how you’ve got the boss eating out of your hand?”She shook her head, but he only laughed.“Oh, I’m sure you do. Look at me.” She raised her eyes, furiously blinking back shameful tears. “How would he react to you losing your job here?”“Oh no, Sir, please, I can’t-!”A single raised finger halted her protests. “You don’t want me to tell him what you’re like at work, then, do you, Slut?”The emphasis he put on her new title made her scrunch up her eyes, squeeze her thighs, and whine to herself.“No, Sir.”“I shouldn’t tell him about the transparent blouses and braless summer days?” Her eyes dropped to the floor once more. “Or about the tiny little skirts that are always riding up and showing off your little panties?”She shook her head, biting her full lip to control her shivering. “N-no, Sir.”“Look at me.” His voice wasn’t so forceful anymore, but its strength still carried. She glanced up, meekly, stroking her hair from her eyes. He was beckoning her closer, still lounging on his desk. Her feet autonomously carried her forward until she stood close enough for her knee to touch his.His strong hands reached out, thick fingers walking along her hips. Every muscle and fibre in her body vibrated with apprehension. He tugged and plucked at her blouse, releasing it from the tight waistband of her skirt. Veronica gnawed on her lip, trying to remain calm as he began to deftly flick the buttons free, the material falling open by the inch. The warm office air still felt cool against her navel, goose-bumping her flesh. She felt her nipples stiffen to diamond as he reached for the final button.“N-no, Sir, please…”He stopped, but his hands didn’t leave her. She glanced nervously into his firm, level gaze, and crumbled beneath it, looking immediately away with teary eyes.“What did you say, Slut?”Again she flinched, but found the strength to reply.“Please, Sir, don’t…”“Don’t what? Treat you like a slut? But this is how you want to be treated, isn’t it, Veronica?”She shook, choking back a cry as his big hand wrapped tight around her blouse and pulled her closer. She could feel his breath on her chest, his scent intoxicating her just when his big firm palm cupped the wet, ruined gusset of her panties beneath her skirt. She cried out a little, gasping for a desperate breath of air. Jis fingertips teased along the patent outline of her very wet and very swollen folds. They followed the trail down the inside of her thighs and collected the tiniest droplets of her escaping juices. His grip relaxed just enough that she could watch him brazenly suck his fingers clean, theatrically moaning at the taste of her.The pulse of need from her cunt was undeniable. Her eyes rolled into her head and she whimpered with the sheer powerless of it all.“Well, that is one juicy little pussy for someone who doesn’t want to be treated like a slut, Veronica.”“Please, I…”