0 comments/ 117920 views/ 14 favorites A Slave At Work Ch. 01 By: sabastian1 I DO NOT KNOW HOW I GOT INTO THE SITUATION I AM IN, BUT EVEN WORSE, I DO NOT KNOW HOW TO GET OUT. I am forty-two years old and a mother of two teenage boys. I was divorced fourteen years ago and have worked very hard to provide a good home for my sons. I have rarely dated, putting all my attention into raising my sons and forgoing any personal life of my own. Last year, I was laid off from my job as national sales manager of a large hotel due to downsizing. I had been at my job for ten years, but as the economy and markets changed, I was unable to maintain my quota, and my position was eliminated. I was devastated to say the least. For ten months, I sent out my resume and talked to everyone I knew, but the market was soft and few jobs were available unless I wanted to move. This I did not want to do because of the boys and the friendships they had built up over the years. The longer I was out of work, the more the availability of jobs dried up. Even with my years of experience, it appeared every place was looking for younger people without any ties, to travel or transfer, plus work for much less money. I was about out of funds, and had resigned myself to taking anything, no matter what they were paying. The Memorial Day weekend was approaching in a couple of weeks, and I was trying to make plans for the three of us to go away and just relax. The tension around the house was almost unbearable due to the shortage of funds and the needs of everyone. I was day dreaming when the telephone rang, to the point I did not hear it until probably the fourth or fifth ring. When I answered, the person on the other end, a gentleman, asked if I was Cindy Albright. I said, “Yes, why do you ask?” He told me my name was given to him from my old sales director and wanted to know if I was still looking for a sales position. I thought my heart had stopped. I said I was and asked what type of sales position was it. He apologized and introduced himself as the sales director at the local resort hotel. He explained they were looking for a national sales person to book conventions, and it was somewhat of a new position, as they had always been fortunate enough to stay full through travel agency business. Now they had fallen off in certain areas and were looking to add to their sales staff. Did it sound like something I might be interested in? I was speechless and could not collect my thoughts. This was too good to be true. I told him I certainly would be interested and would meet whenever was convenient to discuss the position. “How about tomorrow, first thing in the morning? Is eight o’clock all right?” “Absolutely, I will be there,” I responded. I did not care if it was five am, I needed this job and right now I knew that whatever was required, I would do it. Little did I know what was in store for me. The next day was Wednesday, and I got up extra early to make sure I looked my best. After taking longer in the shower than normal, partly to relax under the hot water, I set about to get ready. I had always presented a professional look and wanted to make sure that today I was at the top of my game. First, I worked on my hair, combing it out until it was relaxed and fell free around my shoulders. I felt today I would tie it back in a ponytail, to give a cleaner look to my appearance. Then I worked on my facial makeup, making sure the colors were soft and not in any way overpowering or loud. Standing there naked, I felt good at how I had kept myself together. At forty-two, my breasts still had little sag to them even at size 39D. My waist had grown a little over the years, and I was at thirty-two inches. My hips had grown the most, now forty-one inches, since having the two kids. At five foot seven, I felt I still had some good years ahead. Stepping back, I proceeded to put on a matching pair of lace bra and panties, followed by silk stockings and garter belt. I have always enjoyed sexy underwear under my clothes as it helped keep up my moral whenever it was a tough day. Next, I took out a blue double-breasted business suit and a white silk blouse. My last step was my shoes. I put on a pair of blue pumps, matching my suit, with three-inch heels. This gave me a very statuesque look that I hoped would impress my new boss-to-be. Now it was time to go for the interview. I had never been to the hotel before, and was quite impressed with how clean and well appointed the lobby was. Most resorts always seemed to appear somewhat disheveled, but this was a horse of a different color. I approached the front desk and asked where I could find the sales director. They directed me to his office, at the far end of the main building. I arrived at the office by 7:45am. There was a receptionist already there. She greeted me, took my name, and called to the back to advise of my arrival. Within a minute, a gentleman, no more than thirty, came and greeted me, introducing himself as John Read, the director of sales. I was shocked and also impressed that someone so young could have such an important position. We walked back to his office, where he offered me some coffee. The office was simple, having his desk at one side, two chairs directly in front of the desk, and a small seating area with two couches directly behind the chairs. It was a nice idea, I thought, where you could sit with your clients in a little less formal manner rather than behind the desk. He asked if I did not mind the couch, or would I prefer the chair. I said the couch was fine, hoping to present a professional but not stuffy appearance. He sat opposite me on the other couch and proceeded to make small talk about the hotel, himself and what they were looking for. He complimented me on my appearance and said they were looking for someone with a little maturity that would represent the hotel in a professional manner. He then asked if I did not mind calling him John and him calling me Cindy. He said within the offices he enjoyed a little less structure, except when customers were present, and then proper etiquette was required. I agreed and somehow felt drawn to this person I had just met. The more he talked, the more comfortable I became, finding it very easy to understand how he was in such a position. His voice was quite pleasant to listen to, he was direct, and thorough on each item he discussed. He constantly looked me in the eyes, making me feel important, but whenever I shifted my position on the couch, it appeared that for a brief moment his eyes diverted to my legs. The skirt of my business suit was cut just above the knee and sitting on the couch made it rise up about two more inches. I was hoping that my shifting had not caused it to ride up to the point where my garter belt was visible, but from his actions, I wasn’t sure. I became a little embarrassed thinking this, wondering if he could, in any way, see up my skirt. What was I thinking was that this was not my nature, and if he felt I was doing this on purpose it could ruin my chances for the job. I dropped my hands to the front of where my legs were crossed, and shifted slightly to the side, just in case. This couch was not the best, I decided, to sit on in a skirt, especially during an interview. He asked about my personal life and how the job might affect it. He looked a little shocked when I told him my life had been dedicated to my sons since I got divorced and that I really didn’t have a social life. He laughed at one point and said, “You haven’t dated in fourteen years?” I laughed myself, but told him that my sons had become my social life and that I really enjoyed spending my free time with them. It did not interfere with my work. We talked for almost two more hours, him asking me about my experiences, thoughts of what I felt I could do for the hotel, what I could bring to the table, and what my goals were. I felt great about the hotel and the job. I really wanted the position. He finished with a dialog of how he liked team players, those that put their personal feelings aside and did what was best for the job. Personal conflicts among staff were not acceptable and everyone had a job to do and would be expected to do their part. All sales persons had quotas to fill and were solely responsible for filling them. He went over the salary structure, which was based on the sales goals, part of which would be a percentage of the sales. He then stopped talking and looked straight at me. “Would you be interested in the job?” Without hesitation, I said, “Yes.” I needed this job so bad. I was out of funds, and here I sat as if it was Christmas. I felt I was going to cry but kept my composure and thanked him in the most professional way I could muster. He told me to stop by the personnel office on the way out to get all my paper work completed, and I would start Monday. He welcomed me aboard but added, “It is no picnic, and we have a lot of work ahead of us.” I thanked him and said I was ready to do whatever was required. “Great,” he said, “See you Monday.” The rest of the week went so fast, as did the weekend. The whole house was in a frenzy. My kids were so excited that I got a job, and were already making plans for the things they were going to get or what they wanted and things we could do. I was just exhausted. Monday came all too soon, but I was excited. When I arrived at the office, John was there to greet me and introduce me to the rest of the staff. There were three other sales people, all men, Dave, Rick and Bill, and all younger than myself. I almost felt I was among my kids. Everyone was friendly and made the start very smooth. I was shown my office, which was very simple, the same as John’s except without the couch seating area. I was given the tour by Bill, who was the assistant director and responsible for tour and travel. The secretarial set-up was done as a pool, with John’s secretary receiving all the work and then assigning to the next available girl. The week was spent setting up strategies for the goals, reviewing the market areas, and putting together call sheets. The days went so fast that it was hard to believe when the end of the week came. On Friday morning, John had stopped by my office and asked if I could stop by to see him before I left for the weekend. I agreed. The rest of the day I was on pins and needles not knowing why John would want to talk to me. I had stayed busy all week, and got everything lined up that I was assigned. In fact, I had gotten more done than I was scheduled to do, and had helped Bill out on several of his projects, since I had the extra time. It was approaching five, so I called over to John’s office and his secretary told me to come over whenever I was done. He was just finishing up his last call. I straightened my desk, put all my papers in order, and proceeded to John’s office for our chat. When I arrived his secretary was just leaving, and told me to go right in. John, just hanging up the telephone, greeted me with a warm smile, and directed me to the couch. He came around the desk and sat opposite me on the other couch. He was not wearing his jacket, as no clients were in the office, so he allowed the men to take off their jackets within the office area. I felt too uncomfortable yet to remove my suit jacket, although I always wore a blouse underneath. I still wanted to establish the professional image I had always maintained. He was smiling as he started to speak, saying I had “shocked the hell out of everyone.” I was somewhat startled at the expression, being so casual, but also curious as to what he meant. “I guess I should have expected it,” he said. “Everyone was somewhat skeptical of me hiring an ‘older woman’ who might be set in her ways and not fit in with a younger group. When you walked in Monday, your appearance was stunning. Very professional, but stunning. The other sales people were enamored with how you looked and held yourself. The ‘older woman’ syndrome went right out the window. Then, as the week went on, the beauty was forgotten because the brains took over. ‘Beauty and brains, wow,’ were the comments. Everyone was shocked at how you jumped right in, helped out on things that were not your responsibility and just made everyone feel that they had known you for more than just a week.” He was still smiling, like a little kid, and said “I am really glad I made the decision to hire you. You’ve done a really good job for the first week.” I really felt great and was now smiling from ear to ear. I told him it was great to be here and I really appreciated his comments. I told him that the staff was really nice to work with and that it was easy to be part of such a team. I really enjoyed myself. His smile had lessened a little, and he was looking me straight in the eyes when he started to talk again. “I have to ask you something, which is your choice,” he said, “but based on your performance this week I felt that it would warrant the question.” “Ok,” I said, not sure of what he was getting at. “Next weekend, although it is a holiday weekend, the hotel has a FAM trip planned for one hundred meeting planners, to arrive Friday and depart Sunday or Monday. Over the weekend, we will give tours of the property, seminars, games, a pool party, barbecue, and other functions to show them what we can offer their group here at the hotel. All the sales staff, front office and catering staff, plus management will be here to entertain the clients and answer any questions they might have. Due to your being new on the job, I did not mention it to you as I felt you would not be a benefit, having little or no knowledge of the resort. However, this week you have proven to me that just by way of your personality and dealing with people that you could be a great asset to the FAM trip. I know it is a holiday weekend and that is why I am leaving it to your decision about working. It would be for Friday, Saturday, and Sunday up until around 6pm. Monday you would be off.” I sat there dumbfounded and without words to speak. I had planned to go away with the kids and wanted the time, but I had just started this job and did not want to appear negative. Although he said it was my decision, I knew that if I did not work, it might look as if I was special since everyone else was working. He was still staring straight into my eyes when I looked back up at him. I had to do it. “Yes I would be glad to, but I am not sure how I can help, not knowing the property.” “Great,” he said. “Actually, your job will be the easiest of anyone’s. Comes with being the new guy. We will put you in charge of the hospitality suite, which will have one of our best bartenders and waitresses that know everything about the hotel. You will just be the host, and with your personality, they will love you.” “Also,” he added, “Since all the guests will be casual for the weekend, it might be more appropriate if you were able to wear a dress rather than a suit to make them feel more relaxed in the suite.” What he said made sense and I was flattered by his compliments but disappointed that I could not go away as planned with the boys. The whole way home I was trying to think of how I would tell them that our weekend away was off. They say every black cloud has a silver lining, and mine were coming in droves. When I got home, the kids greeted me at the door all excited. Their uncle had called and invited them up for the holiday weekend and they were waiting for me to get home to see if they could go. They knew I wanted to spend the weekend with them, but this would really be fun. Mt brother lives in upstate New York and has a house on the lake with a boat. They had always enjoyed their visits with him, and this would be a perfect plan for the holiday weekend without my having to worry about them having fun. I agreed without any mention of my working the weekend and told them to call Uncle Joe right back and tell him it was all right. I just could not believe that everything was just working out so perfectly. The next week at work seemed to fly by, and suddenly it was Thursday, and I was getting the kids ready to go to the airport. My brother had sent down the tickets, as he knew I still didn’t have the funds, and said it was the least he could do to help me out. The boys were elated about going, but said they really wished I was coming along. I told them that I was going to work and just to enjoy themselves and I would see them on Tuesday. With them gone, the house was quiet. I could not remember the last time that the three of us had not been together. That night I did not get much sleep, feeling lonely for the first time in fourteen years. Friday was crazy at work, with all the staff working on the events and preparation. The clients were all arriving and trying to get checked in after traveling from all over the country. I was assigned the hospitality suite, a one-bedroom suite, where the living room was larger than normal. It had a full bar, dining table, and open living room with a built in entertainment center. It was very impressive. On the dining table, they had set up fresh fruits and other snacks for any clients that came to the “lounge.” The living room and bedroom both had a toilet, so we designated one as the “men’s” room and one as the “women’s” room, so no one felt compromised. Throughout the weekend, people stopped in to relax, have a drink, and just chat. I kept very busy, and I was making some good contacts to call on. Very rarely did I see any of the other sales people, unless they happened to walk a client over to the suite and then they would introduce me and leave. During the meals, we closed the hospitality suite. The bartender and waitress worked the banquet, and I was seated with the clients. It was really a great weekend, and planned very well. Saturday night there was a dinner dance, and John got up and made a speech. He thanked everyone for coming, went over Sunday’s itinerary, introduced the staff, and again told everyone to have a great time and not to forget to visit the hospitality suit. Well, to say I had a late night Saturday would be an understatement. After the dinner dance, it seemed everyone took John’s offer and came to the hospitality suite. It was early morning before the last guest left, and by the time we had put everything away and I got home, it was close to 5AM. I was not sure how I was going to handle Sunday with so little sleep. John had told me before he left around midnight that I was not required to be at breakfast, and not to open the suite until noon. That was a little relief. Sunday proved to be a very slow day at the suite, with people just drifting in and out, saying goodbye as they made their plans to depart for the holiday. I would have preferred to stay busy, because at times the slowness and just sitting around was making me more tired. I figured I would end up sleeping the rest of the weekend. Just before six, John called the suite and told me to have the staff clean everything up and to let them go home. He would be up shortly just to check everything and then we could all relax. It was about six thirty when John arrived, followed by Dave, Rick, and Bill. John immediately took off his jacket, loosened his tie, went to the entertainment center, and turned on some music. Then with a grin, John looked at me and said, “I need a drink, how about you?” The others had also removed their jackets, grabbed either a beer or a drink, and were lounging on the couch. John was still smiling and said, “What’ll you have?” I declined and told him I did not drink, He laughed and said, “After such a successful weekend, and such hard work, we all need a drink, no exceptions. Now, what will you have, wine, scotch, beer? Just relax and let your hair down. You deserve it. You did a great job.” He was very good a making me feel comfortable, and although I did not drink, I figured having a glass of wine would not hurt. He poured me a glass and got himself a scotch, then headed for the couch. A Slave At Work Ch. 01 I followed and found a stuffed chair that I sank down into but had to catch myself, as my dress flew up as I sat down, to the delight of all. They laughed and said, “Don’t worry, you are just one of the guys tonight.” I felt a little more comfortable at their easy attitude and relaxed in my chair. John was talking about how everything went, the contacts we had made, the bookings that we already signed. He was delighted with the job everyone had done and the efforts that they had put in. While I was listening, I did not remember drinking my wine, but the next thing I knew, Bill was handing me another. Without thinking, I took it, taking another sip, and continued listening to John. The guys were getting more and more relaxed and started telling jokes, becoming increasingly risqué. I tried to ignore them, but they started asking me if I was a prude and did I not enjoy sex or was I unable to take a joke. For the third time, I was handed a glass of wine. I do not know why I took it but I did and then told them that I did not think sexual jokes were appropriate and my sexual business was none of theirs. With that John jumped right in and backed me up, reprimanding them for being so rude. He said we were here as a team and would work and play as a team and we should get to know each other better before we got personal. I felt good he was sticking up for me and was a little shocked when he grabbed my hand and lifted me from the chair, saying “let’s dance.” I did not realize the effect the wine had had on me until he stood me up. I fell right into his arms and then tried to straighten up. John laughed and said, “Our junior salesperson appears to have had too much.” Then someone said, “She ain’t had nothing yet.” They all laughed and John continued to hold my hand as he danced in front of me. I felt very unstable, almost as if I was in a trance. Everything they were saying I could hear, but it sounded so far away. Little did I know that John had put some kind of drug in my wine to “loosen” me up. I was still standing in the middle of the room barely moving when John stepped back and said, “Dance for me Cindy. Show me your stuff.” I could hardly move, much less dance and I did not know what he meant. “What do you mean?” I said. He laughed, and said, “We want you to dance for us, put on a show… You know, show us what you’ve got.” My mind was completely out of sorts, and I could not comprehend what he meant. I just stood there looking at them as they continued to laugh and make comments. The next thing I knew Bill was behind me, with his arms around me, holding me by my waist. I tried to get away and told him to stop touching me. John again was talking, “Come on Cindy, dance for us…why don’t you help her out a little, Bill.” Without my realizing it, Bill had unhooked the back of my dress and pulled the zipper down. My dress from the back was now undone down to my waist. Not being aware of this, I did not realize what Bill was doing or why they were cheering when he turned me around. “Take it off baby, show us what you’ve got,” I could hear John talking again. Bill turned me again, so I was facing them, and pulled my dress down to my waist. “No, what are you doing. Take your hands off me. Leave me alone,” I cried. I could not believe what he did and now I was standing in front of John, Rick and Dave with my dress pulled down to my waist, with only my bra covering my breasts. John was now shouting, “More, Cindy, show us more…. dance for us baby, give us a show.” They wanted me to do a strip-tease, to dance naked in front of them. Bill was still behind me, rubbing my shoulders, telling me to show them my breasts. I started to turn, and with that, Bill pulled my dress hard, breaking it loose from my grip. It fell to the floor at my feet. Just as quickly, he spun me around and someone took my dress away. He then stepped away from me, leaving me standing in front of the three men in only my bra and panties. “Look at those her tits in that lace bra and those matching panties. You can even see her bush,” I heard Rick say. I could not believe this was happening. I wanted to run, to leave, but I could not move. John was again telling me to, “Take it all off. Give us a show. Let us see what you’ve got. Dance baby, dance.” I could not believe this. He was telling me to dance, to get naked, as if I was a dancer in a strip club. What was happening to me, why was he doing this to me? “Come on Cindy, show us your tits, you know you want to,” Dave now chimed in. “Please stop. I am not like this. I want to go home. Please do not do this. Please stop.” I was now begging. I could not believe this was happening. “Bill, help her dance, give her a hand,” John was saying. Bill was now behind me again, with his arms wrapped around me, his hands coming together at my stomach. He was hard against me and was moving me from side to side. As he did so, he started running his hands across my stomach, then up my sides, and then he had his hands on my breasts. “No, please don’t touch me, please don’t do this,” was all I could say. He was squeezing my breasts through my bra while he had his mouth next to my ear saying, “Show us your tits Cindy. We want to see those babies. Take off the bra now. Be nice.” Rick had stepped in front of me as I was trying to fend off Bill and was starting to run his hands over the outside of my panties. He was telling me how much he wanted to fuck me, to feel my pussy lips wrapped around his cock. I kept saying no, please don’t, trying to stop Bill from touching my breasts, and hoping that Rick would not put his hands inside my panties. Then I felt Bill’s hands under my bra, squeezing my bare breasts. I tried to get away but he held me so tight and my legs would not move. He was talking to John and Dave as he played with my breasts, telling them how soft they were and how he couldn’t wait to suck on my nipples. Rick continued to rub my vagina through the front of my panties, occasionally running his fingers under the edge close to my vagina. Then, before I knew it, Bill undid the clasp and pulled open my bra for John and Dave to see. “Jesus, are they beautiful, look at the size of them!” I heard Dave exclaim. I was crying now, begging them to stop, but they just laughed. I looked up and found John had replaced Rick and was now standing right in front of me, looking right into my eyes. I wanted to run, to get away but it was impossible. Bill was still behind me with his arms now around me, squeezing my breasts and pinching my nipples; Dave and Rick had each moved to either side of me and were holding my arms. John was speaking, softly, as if whispering. “Cindy, I want you to take off your panties so we can see your pussy. Do you understand? Take off your panties and show us what you got. Show us what we want to see.” It was like a knife, his words cutting into me. I started pleading again, “Please don’t, not my panties, please don’t do this. Please, I will do anything. Don’t take off my panties”. He smiled and got closer. His lips were almost touching mine as he talked. “You want me to see your pussy, don’t you? You want me to touch you, don’t you?” As he was talking, he placed his hand on my stomach and started to move it downwards. I felt him touch the elastic of my panties. “No, please don’t. Don’t put your hand in my panties.” His hand continued downward, I could feel him playing with my pubic hairs, ever so lightly. Rubbing his hand in circles over my mound. "Tell me to touch you, Cindy. Tell me you want me to play with your pussy”. His voice was like a knife cutting into me as his hand continued to play with my pubic hair. “Please don’t, please let me go. Do not touch me there, please don’t put your hand in my panties.” It was as if he did not hear me. His hand moved lower and I felt his finger run over my clit, down across the lips of my vagina. I could feel my legs starting to shake as he continued to move his fingers over my vaginal lips. I know I was getting wet and starting to move to his touch. “Please stop, please don’t touch me there, I can’t do this.” I was talking, but I could not move. His fingers kept moving up and down, making me wetter, while Dave and Rick continued to hold my arms, Bill continued to massage my breasts, causing me to winch as he pinched my nipples. I started to moan unconsciously, John’s fingers were touching me where no one had in over ten years. I was now moving in rhythm to his fingers. He started talking again, so softly. “Cindy, tell me what you want. Tell me you want me to put my fingers inside you. Tell me you want to be fucked. I know you want to be part of the team. Tell me how much you want to please us. Tell me.” I could not stop my movements. His fingers were driving me crazy. I was talking but I do not know from where, my voice sounded like it was far away. “Please don’t. Please don’t.” “Don’t what” he asked. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop.” “And what else?” he asked. “Please don’t stop. Please put you fingers in me. Play with my pussy.” “Say it nicer. Beg me,” he said. “I want you to play with me. Please put your fingers in my pussy. Please, please fuck me. I want to please you”. I was on the brink of an orgasm, not sure of anything except I needed to get relief, to have an orgasm. I was not in control of my thoughts, my body. As I looked at him, he started taking off his clothes, slowly but deliberately. When he was naked, he reached down, grabbed his cock, and told me to ask for it. This was too much and I started begging him not to do this. “Please don’t make me do this.” With that, he told Dave and Rick to remove my panties so he could fuck the old cow. I could feel them pulling my panties down my legs, while feeling my backside and someone was still playing with my vagina. I was crying as John stepped into my face. “I told you we want team players, and tonight you are the team ball. Now ask me nicely to fuck you”. “Please stop, do not make me do this, please stop” I kept saying the same thing but no one was listening. Someone had their finger in my vagina, moving it in and out, touching my clit, and causing me to move, to fuck their finger. They had now taken me to the couch and laid me down, never stopping their manipulation of my breasts or vagina. As I let out another moan, John was again telling to ask nicely, to be a good girl and ask nicely. “Please do it. Please do it now.” I could hear my voice, but did not want this to happen, to be raped by the people I worked with. “Do what? Say it nice. Ask nice. Beg me Cindy, beg me,” John was saying. I could not control it; someone was moving his fingers in my vagina, bringing me to the point of orgasm. “Please fuck me. Please put your cock in my pussy. Please do it now. Please.” My mind was deceiving me, saying things I did not want. I then felt the weight of John’s body lowering on top of me and his penis being shoved into my vagina. “Jeez, she’s tight. This is like fucking a virgin,” I heard him tell the others. As he pushed himself further inside of me, the others were mauling my breasts and someone was turning my head. Then, without warning, Rick was putting his penis in my mouth, telling me to be a good girl and suck him, suck him good. I wanted him to stop. I had never sucked a man’s cock before, but I was unable to prevent him from having his way. John continued to fuck me, telling me how good I felt, how tight I was, making me thank him for relieving my stress by fucking me. He said I owed him, since it had been over ten years since I was able to get laid. When John was done, I was glad it was over but Rick still had his penis in my mouth. He continued to hold my head in place and force me to suck him off. As John got off me, Bill said he was next and proceeded to push his penis in where John had left off. Then Rick was saying he was going to cum, and before I could turn my head, he was filling my mouth with semen, which I had no choice but to swallow. They continued to ravage me, standing me up and putting me in different positions, all the time laughing and commenting on how long I had waited for a good fuck. They were making me beg for them to have me suck them or put their penis in my vagina or whatever perverted act they could think of. Although my mind kept saying no, my body could not refuse. A Slave At Work Ch. 02 I awoke the next morning in the bedroom of the suite. I was still naked, but there was no one else around. I looked at the bedside clock and it was one PM. I got up and looked around for my clothes to get dressed. My panties and bra were gone. Only my dress and shoes remained. I slipped my dress over my head and put on my shoes. After combing my hair and washing my face, I left the suite and headed for my car. Walking through the hotel, I was glad it was a holiday and little staff was around. My breasts were swaying as I walked and I felt very self-conscious of this. As I passed the front desk clerks and bellman, they all smiled and I was not sure if they were just being friendly or if it was because of the way my breasts moved beneath my dress. I was also wondering if they were able to tell that I was totally naked under my dress as I headed out the door. When I got home, I took a hot shower and cried myself to sleep. I awoke later that night, still unsure of what had happened or why. I kept thinking it must be a dream, because nothing else made sense. The people I worked with raped me, the team I was a part of. What had I done to cause this? I got up and went into the bath. Turning on the light, I was shocked at the sight in front of me. My breasts around my nipples were red and swollen from the squeezing and sucking, and even had small bite marks on them. Looking down, I saw small red marks around my stomach, marks that looked like hickeys, as if someone had been sucking on my stomach. My vagina, although not visible, was sore, and the lips were swollen. Most likely it was because it was the first time in over ten years that I had sexual intercourse of any kind and I just had it by force with four guys. I had to think this out. There was no way I could continue to work there, but I also needed tell someone. They could not get away with this. I took a hot shower and went back to bed. I decided that on Tuesday I would talk to John out of courtesy. I would then go to the personnel office and report the incident. I wanted to make sure that I did everything proper, in case there were questions later. I called the hotel and asked for John's office. His secretary answered, and was surprised that I was not at work. "Too much weekend?" she said. I agreed and asked if I could talk to John. She told me that the office was out on sales calls today, and he would be back at the end of the day to pick up his messages. Did I want to leave a message? I thought better than to leave a message, but really had to get this done. I asked her to leave a message that I would be in at four thirty to meet with him about a matter of importance. She said she would give him the message. The day seemed to drag by and I kept going over and over in my mind what had happened. I remembered them standing me up and taking off my clothes. I remember being touched, but I was not sure who was doing what at all times, then being placed on the couch, and having intercourse with them. The night was still foggy, and I kept cursing myself for taking that glass of wine. I stepped from the shower, looking at myself in the mirror. From the outside, I looked no different. The swelling in my breasts had gone down, and the cream I had put on made the marks almost disappear. The soreness in my vagina had passed, but every time I thought about John's finger in me, I got a strange sensation and became slightly wet. I put the thoughts out of mind and got dressed to go to the hotel. I really needed to feel good about myself, so I took out a pair of pink lace panties and matching bra. It was one of my favorite bras, as it lifted my breasts nicely and allowed just the top part of my areola to appear above the lace line. I put on my matching garter belt and clear silk stockings. Since I was not going in to work, I put on a mid-calf cotton skirt and white linen blouse. It was conservative, but at the same time casual. Four o'clock came and I left for the hotel. When I arrived, John's secretary was just getting ready to leave. She said John had not yet returned, but she had given him my message when he called in and he said he would be here around this time. I waited in the reception area. I was reading an article in one of the trade magazines when John came out from the back and greeted me. He must have come in the back door, as he had already removed his jacket and loosened his tie. He asked me to come and I followed him to his office. He offered me the couch but I said I would prefer the chair, which he agreed and walked back behind his desk. Before seating himself, he closed his office door so no one would disturb us. I neglected to notice that he had also locked the door so no one could enter or exit. He looked straight at me, as calm as he could be, and asked what was on my mind. I could not believe he would be this calm or act this way after what they had done to me. I told him that I was resigning and was going to file a complaint with the personnel department about his actions, along with Dave, Rick and Bill, on Sunday night in the suite. I said that I did not know what I had done to them to cause them to rape me and treat me in such a manner but I would not let this matter go. I continued talking for another ten minutes. First stating my disappointment in him, then the hotel, their liability, and what stress and anguish they had caused me. During the entire time I was talking, John just kept looking me in the face, very calmly and it looked like he had a slight smile on his face. I finished by saying the reason I was talking to him first was out of professional courtesy, as I had built my reputation on being professional, and felt I should continue. He sat for a moment very quiet, but also very calm. When he started to speak, his voice was somewhat softer than normal, so I had to lean slightly forward to hear him. He said that he felt there was a definite misunderstanding of what had transpired on Sunday night. I had too much to drink, and along with the music and fun, I had acted in such a way that shocked everyone. My getting up, dancing around the room, and then removing my dress totally shocked everyone. "We just figured you were a party girl and just wanted to let off steam." He said they would prefer to forget the incident, but if I insisted on going further with it, then I would have to be prepared for the consequences of such a crucial step. I thought I must have been hearing things. He was accusing me of getting naked, dancing around, and saying the whole thing was my idea. I know he could see the look of disbelief in my face, and when I started to speak, he just leaned back in his chair and smiled. I must have called him every name I could think of and then some. I told him that I thought his professionalism would at least show some remorse, but now I was just going to go straight to the police and he would have to deal with that. I got up to leave and when I reached for the door, he stood up and blocked my way. He said it would be best if I sat back down and listened, and then I could leave. I was furious, but sat back down to listen. John sat down and leaned across the desk, resting on his arms with his hands clasped together. He was looking me straight in the eyes when he spoke. " I had hoped you would understand what I was telling you, to let it go, be reasonable, but I guess that's just not possible. You probably want to know why, what, or when and all those little details of what went on and why, so I will tell you. Understand this, when I am finished telling you everything, you can get up and leave. If you leave, you will never get a job in this industry again and possibly not in any other as you will not be able to use any of your past references. With your financial status, you need to think this over very carefully." My face had gone red, and I was mad. No, not mad, I was furious, and could have easily shot him if I had a gun. His attitude and how he was talking to me was as if it was no big deal. He sat back in his chair and said that I needed to relax or I would get nothing. I took a deep breath and sat back into the chair. " I wasn't sure about hiring you because of your age and the time you had been out of work. In our industry, that is critical because you lose contacts. However, as a favor to your old director, I agreed to the interview. When you walked in, I knew immediately that I would hire you. Why? Even with your conservative clothes and the way you carry yourself, it is very evident that you have extremely large breasts, great legs, and a nice ass. In other words, when a man looks at you, he thinks, 'Damn, I want to fuck her.' Even if it's just a fantasy, it sells, and in a new market where most of the meeting planners are men, a women who looks like you can bring in business if she treats the customers right. If every meeting planner who comes here has the thought in his mind that he can fuck you, then he will book his business here. I was sure I was right in my thinking, but needed to prove it, so that is why I had you work the FAM trip. Wearing the dresses showed off your legs, your ass, and, most of all, those gorgeous breasts of yours. Every meeting planner made it a point to mention that you were one hot piece of ass. They were especially turned on by how hot you were for your age. After hearing this, I had to make sure you would become a permanent part of my team." Either the look on my face or the questions in my eyes caused John to stop talking. He sat for a moment, letting what he had said sink in and leaving me the opportunity to question. He knew I knew the answers but had to ask them to get it out of my head and put some kind of rational into this irrational scheme. I told him I could understand his logic of using me as bait, as crude as it was, somewhat barbaric even. I understood his experiment to have me in the hospitality suite to get the customers opinion, and if positive, great. I did not understand why they got me drunk and forced me into sexual acts, causing me this pain, embarrassment, and humiliation, and then expect me to continue working under such circumstances. That was and is totally insane. John, laughed, but said very quickly, "Yes, it is insane." "I knew you would be good at your job but I wanted more. I needed more. Our business is down and my ass is on the line. In walks a desperate woman, who looks like every man's fantasy." He stopped talking to see my reaction. I sat totally stunned. "My actual idea of fucking you didn't come to pass until Saturday night after all the men clients kept coming up to me asking how they could fuck you. I decided then that it was necessary to do something that would guarantee that you would be a permanent part of the team and a way to build the business." I must have still looked like a deer in the headlights, as he continued. "I had a meeting in the late afternoon with the other sales staff and said we were going to have a party after the FAM in the suite. I lied and told them that I had heard after a few drinks that you could be an easy lay. Not knowing any different, they thought everything that went on was normal. You got drunk, played the part, got naked with a little help, fucked, and sucked them all. Now, how does it all end? That is up to you. You can continue to work for me, be part of the team, and do whatever and with whomever I say. For this, you will be well compensated and no one will be the wiser." Again, I wanted to kill him. The gall. How in the world could he expect me to work for him, or ever do anything he asked, much less have him tell me to do something? I must have turned ten shades of red and again read him the riot act. To treat me with such disrespect, and expect me to forget the whole thing, was nonsense. He was going to get what was coming to him and I told him I would see him in jail. I stood to leave. The sound when he hit the desk made me freeze, both from shock and from fear. I did not think he would hurt me, but right now, he had a look that was scaring me. I told him to get out of my way or I would scream and accuse him of attacking me again. "Sit down," He said, shouting. "I was hoping I would not have to go to this extent, but you have forced me to do things I did not want to do." I was totally confused, but when he shouted for me to sit a second time, I did. He took an envelope out of his pocket, sat down in his chair, and laid it in the center of the desk. "You are not going to the police or anywhere else. Nor are you going to tell anyone else." As he was talking, he was taking the items out of the packet. They looked like photographs, but the were all upside down, so I could only see the white backs. He was still talking as he started to turn over the photos, placing them one by one, side by side, in front of me. "These photos of you were taken at the party, and, as you can see, there is no evidence of any force being used. You are dancing, you are stripping, you are sucking everyone's cock, and you are fucking everyone. None of the pictures shows you being forced. How do you explain this?" My mind had gone numb. The photos he had put in front of me were exactly what he said. I was dancing, pulling my dress up, and I had no underwear on. How? The other pictures had me giving oral sex to each one of them, each in a single photo, and then me having intercourse one at a time. How did they do this? They held me, they stripped me, and they raped me. I could not believe what I was seeing. "Where did you get these? I did not do this. I was stripped and made to do things. I did not do this willingly." John laughed. "Who's to say? I see you sucking four different cocks and fucking four different guys. I see you doing a strip tease and showing off your pussy. If you want to press charges, go ahead, this is my evidence. The best though, is the video." "What video? What are you saying? What are you doing to me? Please tell me why?" I thought I was going to be sick. John sat back in his chair and just looked at me for several minutes. I kept going back to the photos and could not understand how he could do this. I was sitting in a trance. My whole life seemed to have ended. Here I was, being forced to look at pictures of myself doing perverted acts, in front of my boss, who I only met a week ago. I was totally lost, exhausted and confused. What more could he possibly want? What more could I do? "Please let me have the pictures and the video and I'll leave. I will not tell anyone or report anything to anyone. Just give me the photos and I'll just go home." I was exhausted and knew there was nothing else I could do. John collected the photos and put them back in the envelope. "You now have a choice to make. You can get up and leave, never to work in the industry again, or stay as part of the team. I will give you these photos, as your copy. I will keep the originals for insurance. If you decide to stay, you are to do as you are told without question. If you decide to file a complaint or report this matter to anyone, then I will send a copy of the video to all the meeting planners who attended. Additionally, I will send the photos to everyone that knows you and anyone else I can think of. Do you understand yet?" I just nodded. "Are you sure?" I looked up a him, totally exhausted, and said "Yes." He smiled, and with that charming voice, started talking, "I will leave for a few minutes to go to the front desk and take care of a guest. If you decide to stay, be seated on the couch when I return to finish this matter. If you decide not to stay, I hope you consider how you are going to survive with no job and no income to pay the bills." I was alone and totally confused. I had no money left in my account, the mortgage was past due and now I could not even get a job in the industry. I felt I could not stay, to be a slave to my boss but I did not know of a way out. I was trapped. What was he expecting of me? What would I have to do? I had to stay and find out what he had in mind. I had no other choice. "I'm glad to see you decided to stay," he said as he entered the office. He closed and locked the door behind him, took of his jacket and came over and sat next to me on the couch. "I need to know what you expect me to do, what my duties will be, and how I'm supposed to deal with the other staff after Sunday night." "First I want to be sure we understand each other." As he said this, he put his arm around my shoulders and pulled me to him, kissing me full on the lips. At the same time, his put his other hand on the front of my blouse and started squeezing my breast, lifting it through my blouse until he was rolling my nipple between his fingers. I almost knocked him over as I jumped off the couch. "What are you doing, touching me like that and taking such liberties?" I stood there unsure of what to do next. "I thought you wanted the job, but I guess you still do not understand. You will do whatever I want you to do. Whatever, and you must enjoy it. Now, would you like to continue or are you leaving?" He was now standing in front of me. "Please give me some time. This is not how I am." "Are you staying or leaving?" I felt like a rat caught in a maze and did not know how to get out. "I'm saying." "Good." He said, as he lifted his right hand and started to run it across my right breast. He then took both hands and held a breast in each hand, squeezing them as he looked right into my eyes, that were now full of tears. He again started rolling my nipples between his thumb and finger. I did not want this but could feel the heat starting to rise in my pussy. He told me to sit back down on the couch and as I did, he sat down next to me. He just started talking, as if all this was normal. "The other staff will not be a problem. They have all been advised not to mention anything to you, and if they do, they will be fired." "As far as what you are expected to do, you are to sell the hotel to groups. Your clients will be mostly male, and you will do whatever it takes to close the deal, including spreading those legs if necessary. You will be paid a salary plus commission on all the sales, the total gross for the group. This is something new that I convinced management to try as an incentive, so you have the opportunity to make a lot of money." "You expect me to sleep with the customers, to have sex as part of my job, and to act like a whore? I am not that type of person; I do not sleep around. I've always been a respectable person." "Yes, I know. That is why you are perfect for the job. You are respectable and guys will be dying to fuck you, to play with those tits of yours." As if to emphasize his point, he again reached up and caressed my breast. "They will pay anything to get your panties off. Yes, you are expected to sleep with them, but only after they have signed the contract and you have sold them on all the extras. The more they buy, the better the service. Do you understand?" "I can not do this, become a whore, let any man just touch me, to put their hands on me. I am not like this. I need this job but I just do not like men touching me, especially strangers. There must be some other way. Just give me a trial period to sell, to see how I do. Why must I sleep with the clients?" He looked at me as if he were going to yell, but when he spoke, his voice was very soft. "I know you think you can just sell the customers with your looks and charms, but from what I saw and heard from the FAM trip, the customers want more. They want your pussy. Any male customer you have ever dealt with, I guarantee wanted to fuck you. You know yourself how men look at you, and can feel their desire to get into your panties. You will be very well compensated, far and above what you have ever made before, and will probably be tipped as well. This is not negotiable. Decide now or get out. I'm not wasting any more time." A Slave At Work Ch. 02 I was trapped, I had no choice. I was hoping that maybe if I took the job, I could sell them without having to sleep with them. I was sure I could do this. I did it before. I had to keep my job. "OK, I'll keep the job". "Are you sure," he asked. "Yes." "And you're willing to do anything I tell you to do?" "Yes" "Including sucking my cock? Do you want to suck my cock, Cindy, and have me cum in your mouth? Is this what you want to do, to be my little slut?" My mind was going crazy. He was saying things to me no man had ever said, making me agree to things I had never done before or would think of doing. "Yes, I want to suck your cock and have you cum in my mouth. I will do whatever you tell me to do." "I hope so, but you say it so easily and I must be one hundred percent sure. I am going to let you prove it. It was a little impersonal on Sunday with all those other people, and very hard to relax. Today we will have our own private session. I have to go back to the front desk. While I am gone, take my passkey and go to the Hospitality Suite. Go up and have a glass of wine. I will be up in five minutes." I was standing in his office lost and alone. I know I should have left and figured out how to survive another way. I just did not know how. I have done this my whole life. I was great at selling. I knew I could do this without sex. I kept saying this to myself as I walked to the suite. I have never been with a man strictly for sex and did not know how to deal with this. I had no other choices. If I lost this job, I would loose my house and had no other prospects for a job. When I arrived in the suite, I quickly poured myself a glass of wine, then checked myself in the mirror. What a fool I was to wear my pink lace underwear today. My breasts looked bigger than their 39D size, and it was impossible for me to pull the bra up and cover any more of them. I knew he would certainly think of me as a whore if I had to strip for him. Just thinking this was making my nipples hard, and it was very distressing to me. I was on my second glass of wine when John walked in. He walked over to the stereo and turned on some soft, slow music. He then removed his jacket and tie and went and sat on the couch, laying back in a very relaxed position. "First I want you to stand up in front of me and slowly dance for me." I was not sure what he was up to as I stood up and stood in front of him. I started to dance very slowly. His eyes looked straight into mine. "Now, raise your skirt so I can see your panties." I had to stop and ask him what he said. "You heard me correctly. You will do as I tell you or you can leave. I am not here to negotiate. You said you understood. Now, show me your panties." I was in shock as I slowly raised my skirt. I was so embarrassed being used like this and having to expose myself in front of him. His eyes were locked on my hemline as it raised higher on my legs, as I continued to dance slowly in front of him. I could see the look change as my panties came into sight. "You must have wanted me to fuck you, coming here in those pink lace panties. Is that what you want?" As I raised my skirt the rest of the way up, he started running his hand up the inside up my leg. "No. I wear sexy underwear to make me feel good when I'm having a bad day." "Then I'm glad you're having a bad day," he said as his hand was now at the lace on my panties. "Please don't do this," I begged, "I'm not like this." "I know," he said. "That's what makes it better. You are almost like a forty year old virgin. The nice thing about older women is they all have these great bushes around their pussies." I could feel his fingers starting to touch my panties, running across my mound. He was playing with my pubic hair that was sticking out the side of my panties. I was squeezing my legs together as he spoke. "If you don't want the job, leave. Otherwise, you need to start being nice to me. Now, decide. Leave or start getting a little sexier with your dancing. Start taking off your clothes." I was turning around as I started to unbutton my blouse. I was in another world, one of make believe. I continued to tell myself this as I let my blouse fall from my shoulders. Next, I unfastened my skirt and let it fall to the ground around my feet. As I stepped away from my skirt, I could hear the gasp escaping from his lips. "You have to be the hottest old bitch I've ever seen. You have a body made for fucking and I am going to make sure you use it well. Stand right in front of me, so I can touch you as you take those hot panties and bra off, but leave the garters and stockings on." He was now telling me how much he wanted to fuck me and how he knew that I was really at slut at heart. Why else would I wear such revealing underwear? He kept looking me straight in the eyes as I danced in front of him. He told me to lean down so he could lick my nipples that were now sticking out from the top of my bra. He now had both breasts in his hands, licking and biting on my nipples. He pulled the straps of my bra down so both breasts were now free. He was sucking on them with such passion, pulling them into his mouth, as if trying to swallow my whole breast. Now he was running one of his hands up my legs and over the front of my panties. I pushed forward unconsciously with my hips to meet his hand. I could feel myself getting wet, as his mouth continued to attack my breasts and his hand was playing with me through my panties. Then he stopped. I almost went into shock. I needed him to touch me. I needed this feeling. "Do you want me to stop?" "No." "Then tell me how much you want me and tell me how to touch you exactly." Why did he have to humiliate me? He was again licking my nipple with his tongue and continued to use his fingers on my panties. I was opening my legs further to give him access. I could not believe how excited I was getting, and how much I wanted him. "Yes, please keep sucking my nipples. Please touch my pussy. I need to be touched." I do not know how I was doing this but I needed to have him touch me, to relieve me of this buildup that was inside of me. I needed to feel his cock inside me again. "I want you to play with my pussy. I want you to make me feel like a woman." "Don't be so fucking plain Jane with me. You are my slut. Now act like it. Now undo my pants and take out my cock. I want you to show me how much you appreciate what I am doing for you. I want you to tell me how badly you want me to fuck you. Then tell me how badly you want to suck my cock." Leaning forward, I unzipped his pants and put my hand inside his trousers. I could feel his penis was hard already, and I had trouble taking it out. When I did, he was pulling on the back of my head. I was now kneeling in front of him, looking at his erect penis. He wanted me to put it in my mouth, something I had never done before Sunday. Even when I was married, I never believed in oral sex, and now, within two days, I am being forced to suck a mans penis. He held my head as he noticed my reluctance and rubbed his head across my lips. I had never felt like this before. "Be a good girl and tell me what you want." "I want to lick your cock, I want to make you happy." "No, slut, tell me the right way or you won't get any cock." "I want to suck your cock. I want to taste your cum in my mouth." He then made me take it in my hand and play with it, and then to lick it slowly from top to bottom. The more he made me do, the more I wanted it. He was making me rub it all over my face and my lips, begging him to let me suck it, but only touching my lips and tongue. When I looked up at his face, he just nodded, and I lowered my head and took him into my mouth. I was so hungry for his cock, I sucked it with such passion, wanting so badly to taste him. I never wanted anything so badly, and as he started to cum, I sucked harder, swallowing every drop, not wanting to miss any of it. Even after he stopped, I continued licking and kissing his cock like it was candy. I was his and he knew it. It was as if I was in a trance, and could not control what I was doing. Yet I wanted more. He told me to stand up in front of him. "Do you want to take off your panties?" "Yes." It was so natural to say. "Why? Tell me why." "I want you to fuck me. I want your cock." It came out so easy, and yet I felt strange saying it. "You want to show me your pussy because you are my slut, isn't that true?" What was I becoming, I wanted him to fuck me so badly. I was so wet. "Yes, I'm your slut. Yes, I want to show you my pussy." "Then take them off." I did, but in doing so felt very embarrassed removing my panties in front of my boss. I stood there naked as he told me to start by touching myself. I had never done this in front of a man, so I just stared at him in disbelief. He then took my hand and placed on my vagina. I tried to pull away but he held it tight. "Play with your pussy for me. Masturbate. Put your fingers in your pussy. Do it." He could not be serious. His face was only six inches from me and he kept telling me what to do. He was moving my hand up and down over my vagina. When he let go of my hand, I continued to play with my vagina, stroking gently over my outer lips. I was now moving my finger over my clit, and, feeling my juices flowing, I started to do it faster. He had moved his face closer. Now he was licking the lips of my vagina, saying, "faster, harder, deeper," to which I complied, pushing my finger as far into my womb as I could. I could feel the pressure mounting, and he wrapped both hands around my ass and had his tongue going in and out with my fingers. I could not control it, and start shaking with an orgasm I did not know was possible. I had trouble standing, but his hands were dug into my ass holding me up, as he continued to lick me to completion. He was telling me what he was going to do to, calling me his personal slave who must always do as she was told, as I collapsed from my orgasm. When he was hard again, he had me sit on his lap. "Take my penis in your hand and ask me to fuck you. Ask me to put my penis in your pussy, and say it as if you mean it. I want to know how much you want me to fuck you. I know you need cock, you showed me the other night. You are a real horny bitch. My bitch. Now tell me." I never felt so degraded, but I could feel the heat rising in my pussy. I knew he was right. I did need his cock in my pussy. I needed him to fuck me and fuck me hard. As I started to talk, he was pushing his penis into my vagina. He grabbed my hips, moving me up and down on his penis, I could not take it. I was now begging him. "Please, fill my pussy with your cock. Fuck me hard. I need your cock to fill my desires. Do me like the bitch I am. Fuck me. Fuck me now." He continued to ravish my body. He was rubbing his cock against my pussy, over my mound and across my outer lips. He was teasing me. He was telling how I was going to enjoy my new job and the opportunities I was going to have. He told me how much I would enjoy the new experiences, and all the new people who were going to enjoy the pleasures that I have to offer, maybe even some female guests. "Have you ever had a woman?" "No. I would never have sex with a women. I can't." "You will do as I say, no matter what." I could feel him pushing his cock into me, growing inside of me, the muscles in his back tightening, and his breathing coming in quick gasps. As he exploded inside of me, he pushed himself further into my vagina, causing me to climax along within him. I was exhausted, but overcome with fulfillment. I needed his cock. I knew that what he said was true. He finished, and after pulling out of me, has me clean his penis with my tongue, telling me to make sure that I do a good job and get it all. I now knew I was his slave. As I started to dress, he took my underwear from me, telling me that I was to dress without it, and putting it in my purse. I was to walk through the lobby, accenting my stride, so all the staff can watch my breasts move under my blouse. I was to make sure that my blouse was left unbuttoned, so when I turned, my nipples would be visible for anyone to see. I must stop on my way out, at the front desk, to ask a question, and again at the bell desk, each time making sure that I turned in such a way that they will see my breasts. He will be watching. As I was leaving, he reminded me of my site inspection with a new client, who he knows I am going to just blow away.