Being his [[Open to one male]]

[Woe_Foe]

Amy's appearance: http://static.webdunia.com/mwdimages...goodgodwz8.jpg

Amy was a nineteen year old woman who just got a job at the ever so popular radio station, News-talk 1020. She recently got hired after doing some volunteer work there and was the youngest DJ and reporter for the station. She was getting pretty famous around San Francisco and maybe people looked up to her. What more, she had a killer body so men were always 'admiring' her.

Her beautiful face and long hair got attnetion, but her massive breasts and plump ass definately got any man's attention. But this day...she'd get more than she ever bargained for.

"So folks..." she said "That's all for today. This is Amy Valentine, signing out!"

Amy had no idea of the conversation going on outside the soundproof room she was in between two guys.

"Just look at those big tits!" a man whispered to another "If you manage to have your way tonight, I'll be incredibly jealous."

"Yeah." the other man said "By tonight, she'll be all mine."

[Woe_Foe]

[[Bump!]]

[Chgris]

John Chance watched Amy through the broadcast window. He had been the owner of the station for the last five years, and had built it to be the largest talk radio station in California. Between that and a few other investments he had made, his personal wealth and power were more than secure. The thing that was missing, the only thing he truly desired to make his life perfect, was a female companion to share it with.

"No, be honest, John," he thought to himself, continuing to watch as Amy signed off. "What you want is a plaything, a sex slave, a little fuck-toy. But one that still has a mind, that can be presentable in public. What you want is the proverbial Lady in public, and whore in bed."

He waved the station manager away as Amy stood up, and signaled to her through the glass wall that he wanted to speak to her, pointing to his private office once he had caught her attention.

Turning with a smile, he made his way to his office, dismissing his secretary, and telling her to have his car ready in thirty minutes. then he sat down to wait, plotting how best to take young Amy Valentine and make her his.

[Woe_Foe]

Amy got up and put her headset on a nearby table. Immediately, she noticed John outside, signaling her to go to his office. Young Amy wasn't worried at the very least. After all, even thought she'd be working over at the station for not too long, she knew the ropes. If it was terrible news or anything of the sort, he would have just gone up to her.

She walked up to his office, closing the door behind her. John was a pretty handsome man though a bit older than her. There was a certain look on his face that night, as if he was planning something.

"Yes sir?" she asked.

[Chgris]

John turned his chair to face the Amy as she stepped into his office. "Close the door, Amy," he said, smiling at her when she did. He hadn't been this close to her before, and had to admit, her body was every bit as delectable up close as it was from afar.

He waved her to a chair in front of the desk, admiring her body as she walked and sat down. "So, Amy, how do you like working at the station? Happy to be getting your start in radio?" He lightly emphasized start, letting her draw her own conclusion from it. No need to scare her yet, and certainly no need to bluntly come out and tell her his plans for the evening.

[Woe_Foe]

"So, Amy, how do you like working at the station? Happy to be getting your start in radio?"

"Oh, yes sir." she said smiling to him. "Everyone has been treating me nicely. Working here is the best thing I've ever done." The truth was, Amy felt at ease with him. He had to be, in her mind, the most nicest boss she ever had. That being said, she still had no idea what his plans for her were, or what would happen this night.

[Chgris]

John stood up from behind his desk, walking around to sit on the desk in front of her. "That's good, Amy. I'm glad to hear it." This close, he could smell the light perfume she was wearing, a scent that he found highly attractive. And the difference in height from his perch on the edge of his desk to her in her chair gave him a terrific view of her luscious young breasts.

"I'm certain that it will be a mutually profitable relationship that we have, Amy. You are getting a chance few young people get, to start out as a reporter for this station. With your dedication and talent, I'm sure if you apply yourself in the right manner, you'll go far."

[Woe_Foe]

"Thanks sir, I won't let you down." she said, giving another warm smile. Though, she began to wonder as to why he called her to his office. He normally didn't call someone in unless there was something much more than talking involved.

"If there's anything at all that's needed to be done, I'll be right there to answer the call." she said reassuring him of her dedication.

[Chgris]

"If there's anything at all that's needed to be done, I'll be right there to answer the call."

"That's exactly what I wanted to hear Amy," John said, standing and moving around behind her. He placed his hands on her shoulders, fingers massaging her through her blouse. He started at her neck, then worked slowly down her shoulders to her back.

"I sat at that microphone for awhile," he said as his fingers worked at her muscles. "No matter how comfortable a chair we put in there, everyone ends up with tight shoulders and neck."

[Woe_Foe]

"No matter how comfortable a chair we put in there, everyone ends up with tight shoulders and neck."

Amy's eyes closed and a satisfied smile appeared on her face as she began to relax. It felt very sudden, but she really did need a massage. Sitting on that chair for hours and hours did make her a bit tense. His hands felt so great at it, almost as if he was an expert of some sort.

"Mmm, that feels good sir."

[Chgris]

"Does it indeed, Amy?" he asked. "then perhaps, as tight as your muscles are, we can continue this massage after dinner?"

He checked his watch, making sure she saw it. "My car is waiting downstairs, and I've plenty of time. Besides, I've been meaning to take our newest, youngest reporter out for dinner since we hired you."

Helping her up out of her chair, John took her by the arm, walking her to the elevator, not even listening to the murmured protests. "Oh, come now, Amy," he said, laughing. "You're a reporter now. It's time you learned to mingle with the people that you'll soon be interviewing."

[Woe_Foe]

She was surprised that he invited her to dinner, since she'd been told that her boss didn't like to get involved in the personal lives of his employes. Before she knew it, she was being brought to his car, despite her trying to get out of it.

"You're a reporter now. It's time you learned to mingle with the people that you'll soon be interviewing."

Perhaps he was right. After all, it was all about business...right?

"You're right. What do you have planned for tonight?"

[Chgris]

"Well, I was going to suggest dinner at the Four Seasons," John said leading her to his car, a cream colored Bentley Arnage limousine. "But you really aren't dressed for it."

He waved her into the car ahead of him, nodding at his driver and simply saying "Home."

"So I'm afraid you shall simply have to suffer with the cooking of chef for tonight,"
he laughed. "Of course, that will make it so much easier to give you the rest of your massage after dinner."

[Woe_Foe]

She laughed a little bit. "Well, I never was into four seasons anyway." she said cheerfully 'Besides, I've always been curious at to where you live."

Amy didn't realize just how rich and powerful John really was, until they went to his car. Not only was his vehicule a limosine, but she also had his own driver and chef.

[Chgris]

As the car pulled out, heading for his home in Pacific Heights, John continued his slow seduction of Amy. So far everything was going to plan. Reaching across to the bar built into the car, he poured two drinks, handing one to Amy.

"To your career," John toasted, clinking his glass to hers. "And a long and successful relationship." Downing his drink in one swallow, he watched waiting for Amy to do the same. When she did, he refilled hers, then his, adding a bit less to his this time. "Take your shoes off Amy, and relax," he suggested, "we have time until we get there."

[Woe_Foe]

"Take your shoes off Amy, and relax, we have time until we get there."

"If you say so." she said as she took off her shoes. Then, slowly, she began to become more active and open. Jokes exchanging between them both, laughs were shared and Amy had the most fun she had since she was hired.

[Chgris]

Smiling both to himself and for Amy, John reached down and pulled Amy's feet into his lap, beginning a slow, sensual foot massage. He refilled her drink for a second time, then concentrated on using his hands to hit all the nerves in her dainty little feet.

He started innocently enough, fingers and thumb of the right hand working at her heel, left hand working from the top, while supporting her leg on his thigh. But as the massage progressed, as his right hand worked the nerves in the sole of her foot, moving up to her toes, his left would begin to massage her calf, pressing into the muscle, progressing slowly higher. By the time he was sliding the fingers of his right hand between her toes, stretching the tendons in her foot sensuously back, his left hand was tracing light, warm circles along the sensitive skin behind her knee.

[Woe_Foe]

The alcohol just barely started influencing her behavior. She began to relax and not think of him as her boss anymore. In fact, she began just seeing him as a man. A very attractive man.

His massage was simply amazing! She couldn't help but close her eyes and enjoy the sensations jolting in her body.

"Oh my...That feels so good." she remarked.

[Chgris]

Watching Amy close here eyes, John smiled and concentrated on the massage. Just a bit more, and he thought he might be able to progress to the next step.

"Oh my...That feels so good."

"Just relax and enjoy it, Amy," John said softly, while refilling her glass. "Sip your drink, lean back and let me make you feel good."

He started in on her other leg, repeating his motions on the sole and ankle. This time, as he stretched her toes, he let his hand skim past her knees, caressing the backs of her thighs in long sensuous circles. each stroke was a bit slower than the last, and moved a bit further up her thigh, the return path sliding to her inner thighs.

[Woe_Foe]

The message was the best thing she's ever felt at that point. Working at the radio station certainly took it's toll on her legs, so this felt even better than going home and taking a hot bath to relax. Her eyes were closed and she had no idea that his hands were moving more and more upwards. Not that she would care, anyway.

[Chgris]

Deciding that she seemed relaxed enough, John slid his left hand to the top of Amy's thigh, stopping just short of rubbing her panties, and left it there. His right took hold of her left ankle, and set for foot on the floor of the car, parting her thighs even more, her skirt riding up so he could almost see the tips of his fingers so close to her sex.

"Why don't you relax a bit Amy?" he said softly. "That blouse looks as though it might be a bit too tight. It's just us here, so go ahead and loosen it if you want." As if to show her it was alright, he used his right hand to take off his tie, and undo the top three buttons of his own shirt.

[Woe_Foe]

"That blouse looks as though it's might be a bit too tight. It's just us here, so go ahead and loosen it if you want."

Amy nodded and then slowly began to unbutton her top, until the black bra of hers began to show itself. She didn't think much of this, but went along. It might have been the drinks but it felt right to her.

[Chgris]

When she did what he suggested, John began to wonder whether Amy might actually be a bit of a hidden submissive at heart. The sight of her breasts slowly coming into view, the flash of her bra, encouraged him to continue this little game.

His left hand slid that little bit further, and the backs of his fingers slid across the softness of her panties. Feeling the heat through the material, he couldn't resist rubbing her sex, turning his hand over and pressing inward, before trailing his fingers to the top of her rubbing in little circles.