Blackmailing Robin

[WhisperingRain]

This is a closed thread for cgraven and myself, please read and enjoy.

Robin Michaels
Divorced 26 year old
5’4”, golden hair, blue eyes, slender, attractive
Works as secretary during the day, bartender in a strip club at night.

OOC:

For the last year Robin had been working two jobs, with very little time in between other than to sleep. She worked for a finance company and her secretary job was a great job, good pay, great benefits, but even that wasn’t enough to cover all her bills. She had unfortunately made the mistake of marrying a jerk who not only had put everything in her name, but before he handed her the divorce papers, he had run up several credit cards as well. She was not only shocked, having thought everything was fine between them, but he had left her in debt up to her elbows, emptied out their savings and left her with only her last pay check to survive.

Having been raised in a very proud family, there was no way she wanted to go to them or anyone else for help and the thought of claiming bankruptcy was just not something she could bring herself to do. She thought about seeing a lawyer, but then she knew it was a small town and people would talk. There was no way she wanted that. So, she sold their home and most of their things, got a small apartment, kept her car and thankful it was very new, except she owed on that too. She decided to get another job and eventually pay off the credit cards, along with her other bills. The only thing she had let anyone know was that her and Stewart had mutually decided to split, being too embarrassed at what she had actually happened.

The thing she didn’t let anyone know was that because not many part time jobs paid well, she had taken a job as a bartender in a strip club in the city about an hours drive from where she lived. It had been one of the hardest decisions she had to make, knowing how her family and friends, not to say what her boss would think if they knew where she worked. The only thing that had allowed her to go ahead with it, was that she didn’t have to take anything clothes off. Although the outfits that she had to wear were quite revealing, but after several months, she had learned to deal with that and the comments that came with it.

IC:

I walked into the office Monday morning, feeling a little bit more refreshed having not had to work the night before at the Club. Because of my night job and the outfit I had to wear there, I made sure at the office I always wore skirts that hung down right below my knee, sweaters or blouses that were not too revealing, but looked attractive. I also wore my hair up and a pair of glasses, which were actually phony. I figured if for some chance any of the men or women that worked at the office came to the club, there was a good chance they wouldn’t recognize me from work. I was glad I had several hours in between one job before the next so that I could change at home and no one would be the wiser.

Always making sure I was there a half hour before Mr. Clayton, my boss, got there, I went straight to his office, exchanging greetings with Paul when I passed his office. He also made it a habit to get there early, as did along several other employees. Being there early gave me enough time to get the coffee started, sort through the mail and relax with a cup of coffee in my office before attacking the stack of paper work on my desk that would only continue to get bigger the rest of the day. By the time Mr. Clayton got in, the office was already buzzing with people rushing around, phones ringing and paperwork piling up.

 

[cgraven]

Paul Corbeau

54
Bald
Powerfully built
A scheming little bitter man.

IC:

The Clayton Finance Company was a very old and a very conservative firm. Mr. Clayton would not tolerate the slightest breath of scandal to be associated wit his company nor his employees. Paul Corbeau was a senior partner and to all outward appearances the model of respectability. His only vice was a pension for attractive young women. This small town like all small towns and everybody knew every body’s business.


He had often fantasized about Robin Michaels since her divorce, but saw no possible way to approach her. Robin Michaels was known in the office as “Miss Prim and Proper.” Yet that was all about to change and all because of a little trip to the “Top Hat” Strip club where he had accidentally seen her working as a bar tender.

It was late afternoon and Most every one had all ready left for the day when he buzzed her on the intercom.

“Miss Michaels would you please com in I need to speak with you before you leave for the day its rather urgent.”

 

[WhisperingRain]

“I’ll be right there Mr. Corbeau.”

I quickly picked up my note pad and pen, not at all surprised by the urgency in his call considering many times letters had to go out at the last minute. I glanced at the clock and saw that it was almost quitting time. I was very relieved it was Paul that needed a letter at this time of day, staying late always meant having to rush the club. Luckily he was never one to mince words, always knowing exactly what he wanted to say to someone. Several others tended to draw out their conversations and letters where I sometimes would be away from my desk for long periods of time and Mr. Clayton did not like that. Too, Paul had always treated me with the outmost respect and consideration, so I knew he would not want to keep me past working if it wasn’t necessary.

I walked in his office with a friendly smile, sat down, crossed my legs and had my pen ready to take a letter. I noticed that he was sitting behind his desk with a rather strange smile on his face.

“I’m ready to take a letter, that is what you needed isn’t it?” I asked him, and by his relaxed demur, I was now beginning to wonder what the urgency was.

 

[cgraven]

Prompt, prim, and proper Miss Robin Michaels came in with pen in hand sat down and demurely, and crossed her legs. A friendly smile on her sweet young face. I just sat there a moment savoring the sight of her pondering what she would look like naked and on her knees. A rye smile crossing my face.

“I’m ready to take a letter, that is what you needed isn’t it?”

I saw the first hint of worry in her pretty blue eyes. Leisurely I took out a cigarette and lit it from a book of matches.

“ No Robin”

I paused a moment as I blew out the match.

“We need to talk about our new relationship.”

I tossed the book of matches on to her lap, they where from the “Top Hat” strip club.

I watched as Robin’s eyes grew wide in astonishment.

 

[WhisperingRain]

Oh shit!

That was my first thought when I looked at the matches now in my lap and I wasn’t sure if I had spoken the words out loud or to myself. Okay, I told myself, get a grip here, it’s always possible someone just gave them to him, spreading rumors. Maybe he was just looking to see how I was going to react. Then I looked back at him, the way he sat grinning and smoking his cigarette. And that look in his eyes was enough to tell me he had somehow been there without me knowing and saw me working.

I knew there had always been a chance this would happen. I even had concocted a story in my head about having a twin sister if anyone had ever found out. But now that seemed really silly, considering he had access to all my records and would know I was lying. I had to think quick, so going on his reputation in the company and his treatment of me, discussing this calmly like adults was the best approach. After all, he had always been a fair man and he knew I wasn’t a stupid woman.

“Mr. Corbeau, I really don’t see how this has to affect our relationship. What I do on my own time and why I do it is my own business. I’m assuming you saw me working there, as a bartender, not a stripper and I really see no reason for anyone here to know that I work there.“

I hesitated for a brief moment, while I kept my eyes focused on him, keeping a friendly smile on my face.

“And believe me I have no intention of telling anyone that you frequent The Top Hat if that’s what you’re worried about. I’m sure neither one of us want anyone to know that we have been in there, working or other.”

 

[cgraven]

“Mr. Corbeau, I really don’t see how this has to affect our relationship. What I do on my own time and why I do it is my own business. I’m assuming you saw me working there, as a bartender, not a stripper and I really see no reason for anyone here to know that I work there.“

I just sat there and smiled at Miss Michaels, yet my eyes found hers and they where dead, while hers showed a bit of fear and doubt despite her casual business like tone.

“And believe me I have no intention of telling anyone that you frequent The Top Hat if that’s what you’re worried about. I’m sure neither one of us want anyone to know that we have been in there, working or other.”

I slowly rose from my chair, and walked casually around to stand behind where Robin was setting. Suddenly my hands griped her shoulders, pinning her to the chair, my lips a breath away from her ear.

“Robin I was there on business, you remember Mr. Johnston the grease little client you hate so much, the one with the roving eyes and hands. Mr. Clayton told be to butter him up and get the account. He knows I was there and how I protested at having to go to a place like that.”

I paused letting my words sink in.

“Robin, you know Mr. Clayton, do you think he will be as understanding of you working there, and I do have Mr. Johnston who saw you as well so it will not be just my word. Now will it?”

I paused again, how I enjoyed Miss Prim & Proper as she flushed and began to squirm in her chair.

“I ran a credit check on you, and your in way over your head. But I am sure we can come to some kind of arrangement.”


My voice was cold indifferent as I kissed the nape of Robins neck.

 

[WhisperingRain]

I start recalling exactly the client he is talking about and with every word he speaks I can feel myself sinking lower in the chair. Totally embarrassed now that not only had I forgotten about that, I had even tried to use it against him. That wasn’t even counting how I was beginning to feel quite uncomfortable as he approached me and what his words were suggesting. I was more than shocked at his grip on my shoulders and my heart was starting to pound. He was definitely right and he knew it. If Mr. Clayton knew I worked in a place like that it would most likely be my job.

“I ran a credit check on you, and your in way over your head. But I am sure we can come to some kind of arrangement.”


Fear was now beginning to grip me at what he was implying and suddenly there was lump in my throat making it difficult for me to breath. I felt like my body had just turned to ice, like it did when I had come across some of the customers at the club. The big difference now was, at the club there were bouncers and somehow I didn’t think anyone was going to get me out of this one, especially when I felt his warm lips against my neck.

“Ah excuse me Mr. Cordeau, but you can’t honestly be suggesting what I think you are.”

I squirmed more and actually wanted to pull away, but with his grip and somehow knowing that might only make things worse, I chose not to. I had by this time dropped the pen and paper in my lap and my hands were tightly clutching the arms of the chair.

“I’m sure if you let me explain my predicament, there must be someway we could work this out without… After all, I have always considered you a fair man.”

I knew I was grabbing at straws, trying to reason with him, but I knew I had to do something. God, I couldn’t even imagine what he was thinking. I’m not sure I even wanted to.

 

[cgraven]

Robin’s knuckles where white as her hands griped the arms of the chair her pen and note pad forgotten. I could see that I had struck a never I could almost smell the fear of discovery as Little Miss Prim and proper desperately searched for away out of a situation that was closing in on her, of which she had absolutely no control of..

“I’m sure if you let me explain my predicament, there must be someway we could work this out without… After all, I have always considered you a fair man.”

Robin made a valiant effort to keep her voice firm and steady yet the wavering tone in it told me of her desperation. I enjoyed watching her trying to reason with me, there was a certain trill in knowing I had her just where I wanted.

“Oh Sweet Robin there is no need for explanations.”

I nibble her earlobe, my hands slip down to undo the first button of her blouse.

“I am sure there must be someway we could work this out without Mr. Clayton learning about your other job, as you say After all; you have always considered mea fair man.’

My voice a hot, moist, sensual, whisper, as I undo the second button of Robin’s blouse.

 

[WhisperingRain]

Oh Sweet Robin there is no need for explanations.

Those words and the way he spoke them told me no explanation in the world was going to satisfy what Paul had on his mind. I never would have guessed that he of all people would be like that. It was all too obvious that he was really enjoying the fact that he had me over a barrel. And here I was just sitting, letting him unbutton my blouse, all too aware of his heated breath at my neck. I should stop him, hell so I lose my job, but we both knew that I couldn’t afford that too happen.

I am sure there must be someway we could work this out without Mr. Clayton learning about your other job, as you say After all; you have always considered mea fair man.

Oh Lord, what was this man thinking? My fingers gripped more on the arms of the chair, and there was a tightness in my chest making it difficult to breathe let alone speak. I was getting more nervous by the minute with each button he opened that I could actually feel my lips quivering.

“Mr. Corbeau, you obviously have me at a disadvantage and I don’t want to lose this job.” I stopped, the palms of my hands were beginning to sweat and I took a deep breath, hoping that would calm me a little. “What exactly would keep you from talking to Mr. Clayton?”

There I said it. What other choice did I have? If he talked I was out of job along with the embarrassment that went with that. If I quit, I’d lose everything besides having to face everyone with the truth of my divorce.

 

[cgraven]

Robin’s hands tighten as she squeezes the arms of the chair even tighter. I smile to myself for she has made no move to stop me from unbuttoning her blouse. The deep cleavage, the smooth curve, of her firm breasts just visible now. Robins breathing fast and tready.

“Mr. Corbeau, you obviously have me at a disadvantage and I don’t want to lose this job.” ……….“What exactly would keep you from talking to Mr. Clayton?”

She had taken a deep breath and I enjoyed the effect it had on her half open blouse, and with that simple question I knew that Robin was mine to do with as I pleased..

I slowly walked around to lean against my desk my eyes holding Robins.

“It’s Paul, Robin because we are going to know each other very well from now on my dear.”

There was a rye smile on my face as I watched her reactions to my simple statement. Before Robin even had a chance to think or say something in reply I continued.

“You know Robin I always wondered what you would look like bare ass naked, and as we are going to be very close friends from now on I am sure you wouldn’t mind indulging me my little curiosity by stripping for me now would you Robin?”

 

[WhisperingRain]

It’s Paul, Robin because we are going to know each other very well from now on my dear… …You know Robin I always wondered what you would look like bare ass naked, and as we are going to be very close friends from now on I am sure you wouldn’t mind indulging me my little curiosity by stripping for me now would you Robin?

I stared at him feeling the color drain from my face and my mouth fell slightly open, my lips dry, as the realization of his words set in. Know each other very well, very close friends, not a one-time thing… That grin on his face, that look of triumph in his eyes…

Strip for him, right here and now? Lord, what had I gotten myself into, and could I ever look at myself in the mirror again, let alone face anyone else. I swallowed hard feeling the lump at the back of my throat and slowly stood up. I looked down at my trembling hands as they reached for the buttons of my blouse and slowly started to unbutton the remaining few. I couldn’t even look at him when I removed my blouse and set it on the chair. Just knowing he was staring at my bra covered breasts was enough to bring the color back to my face, a very red color at that.

I reached for the zipper on my skirt and pulled it down. I took several deep breaths, although I actually was beginning to think I was going to faint when I let the skirt fall to the floor and stepped out of it. I could feel the beads of perspiration forming between my breasts, in all my life I don’t think I had ever felt the humiliation I was feeling at this moment. And that didn’t even count the fear at what being close friends was going to end up meaning.

I glanced up at him for a brief moment with a slight hope that he would end this game he was playing with me, seeing he had actually won by getting me to strip down to my under things in his office. The look on his face shattered that hope quickly and I looked away. Taking several more deep breaths and mustering up all the courage I could, I unhooked my bra and tried not to think when I removed it. As I bit my lower lip and tightly shut my eyes, with trembling fingers, I slipped my panties off, leaving on my hose and heels. There was no doubt I was a dark shade of red when I slowly turned full circle letting him look at me before I covered my breasts with one hand, the other one covering my naked pussy.

“Can I get dressed now? You’ve seen what you wanted to.” I finally stated. It took every ounce of courage I had to even speak, let alone look at him.

 

[cgraven]

The color drained from Robins face, her eyes said she could not believe this was happening to her, and then slowly with trembling fingers Robin fingers begins to strip. Her blouse slides from her shoulders and I was pleasantly surprised that her breasts where as firm and proud as I had imagined there seemed no real need for Robin to wear a bra other than for convention and modesty.

Robin’s cheeks where bright crimson as her skirt, fluttered to the floor and she stepped out of it. Her eyes implore me to call and end to her humiliation that this was enough. The smirk on my face soon answered that plea with a resounding “NO”.

Robin was biting her lower lip as she removed her bra and panties, now absolutely scarlet with her shame Robin does a slow, full, turn to show me all of her sweet charms, only her hose and shoes are left Then Robin covers her breast with one arm and her golden pussy with the other..

“Can I get dressed now? You’ve seen what you wanted to.”

Her voice was quivering the tears trickling down her cheeks.

“Robin I said bare ass naked, remove your hose and shoes.”

A paused only a second before continuing.

“And for being disobedient you can give me a blow job, and I suggest that it be the best blow job you have ever given.”

 

[WhisperingRain]

“My God, you’re really serious.”

I was horror struck by what he said and gasped for a breath of air. For a moment I could only stand there, shocked, feeling the tears stream down my face. Did this man not have a heart, an ounce of compassion?

I sat down on the edge of the chair, relieved to be off my feet for surely I was going to faint, or die in utter shame. I removed my heels, setting them aside and slowly slipped each stocking off my leg, taking my time, my head reeling. Not only was he expecting me to do what he wanted, but besides having to worry about him telling Mr. Clayton, now I had to worry about being disobedient. This had to be a nightmare, soon I would be waking up in my nice cozy bed…

Paul was standing, leaning against his desk and I could see his growing impatience. This was a living nightmare and I had a sinking feeling it had just begun. I gave it one more chance looking up at him with pleading eyes and tears still on my cheeks. He was relentless and having no other choice, I knelt down and began unzipping his pants, his hard on already very apparent.

Once his pants were unzipped, curling my hand around his cock, I took it out of his pants. I stared at it first, getting the courage to do what he asked. I also couldn’t help notice that he was much thicker and longer than my ex, which rather startled me.

I suggest that it be the best blow job you have ever given.

I could hear his words ring out in my head and I took a deep breath. I started stroking the hard length of his cock while I reached my other hand to cup his balls, circling my thumbs around them. With just the tip of my tongue, I licked circles around the head, getting it very moist. Hearing a soft groan from him, at least I knew so far I was doing it right.

I continued licking up and down his entire length very slowly. I even lapped my tongue over each of his sacks and gently sucked at each in turn. Then slowly brought my mouth down around his cock, licking at the sweet salty precum at the tip. I began sucking his cock, steadily increasing the pace. The faster I took him in and out of my mouth, the firmer I started grasping and stroking his cock and balls.

I kept fighting to block the thoughts at what I was being doing. Kneeling naked before a man whom up till now had only known as a respectable man I worked with, and giving him a blow job. Don’t think about it, don’t think about it, I kept telling myself.

 

[cgraven]

“My God, you’re really serious.”

Robin was truly shocked, how could old Mr. Corbeau really be asking her, no telling her to give him a blow job. Robin like so many others was not aware that Paul Corbeau like women and young women at that. The father or uncle images worked most of the time till his real intentions made themselves known. Oh Robin was far from the first young woman to be caught in one of his little traps.

The cold unyielding glare off my eyes answered Robin’s question. I enjoyed how her eyes could hardly meet mine as she sat and removed the hose and shoes, the sight of Robin naked and on her knees, the way the light reflected from her golden hair, the feel of her soft warm hand as she freed my penis, was a true delight.

She was no novice at this business of giving a blow job the teasing way she used her tongue the way she cupped then suckled my ball with her sweet lips all this told me she was one very hot young woman. A moan escaped my lips as Robin slowly took me into her mouth. My hand stroked her golden looks.

“Robin I see your no novice at giving blow jobs, I look forward to you deep throating me.”

My voice was light conversational as if this was the most normal of situations.

“How I know you will be a good girl and swallow all my cum when the time comes.”

 

[WhisperingRain]

For some reason the way he started stroking my hair reminded me of the times I had done this, enjoying every minute of it. I closed my eyes, letting myself get lost to those memories and started taking more and more of him into my mouth. I actually started enjoying the way he felt and tasted on my tongue, the feeling of him sliding in and out of my mouth.

Even when he spoke, the ease in which he did, the feel of his hands in my hair, only added to the memories I had given into. Up and down, faster, I took him in, gagging at first when I felt the tip his cock hit the back of my throat. I quickly relaxed, and then began fucking him with my mouth. Wet sucking sounds along with soft moans were coming from my mouth.

The more I did, the more I felt him swelling in my mouth and his balls began to tighten in my grasp. I gently squeezed them, stroking them with my thumb, urging him to fill my mouth. I opened my eyes and stared up at him, I wanted, no I needed to see the expression on his face when he came.

 

[cgraven]

I notice a marked change in Miss Prim & Proper Miss Robin Michaels as I stroke her golden tresses. Robin is really getting into sucking me off. Her head bobs up & down ever faster, she takes more and more of me into her mouth, her tongue working in a frenzy, her dainty hand massaging my balls.

I feel the tip of my cock nudging the back of Robin’s throat, she gags a bit and the sensation of her mouth constricting around me causes a little moan of pleasure to escape my lips. Robin quickly straitens her neck a bit and really stars to deep throat me, she swallows gripping my cock with the muscles of her throat, my hips trust forward to meet her eager suckling, my hands are gently on her head, guiding her, and they caress her silken hair encouraging Robin. I look down and to my surprise her pretty blue eyes are looking up at me and I smile at her.


The pleasure of Robin’s mouth and throat the way she gives her all soon has me on the edge of ecstasy. Suddenly I trust forward my groin pressed to Robin’s nose her breath warm, moist and sweet on my skin. I cum my cock twitching as my cumm bathe her throat and mouth, spurting time and again to fill her sweet sucking eagerly sucking mouth. Slowly I begin to soften at bit, my gaps and sighs of pleasure stilled now.


“Robin Your very good my dear very good indeed.”

My hand continues to stroke her hair.

 

[WhisperingRain]

Sucking and swallowing, I take every bit of his cum that fills my mouth, enjoying the moment, the taste, the smile on his face. When he starts to quiet and get calm, I ease my grip on him and slowly continue licking and swallowing until he softens. I let him slip from my mouth, lapping up the last bit of cum before I hear him.

Robin Your very good my dear very good indeed.

Reality sets in the minute his words are spoken along with the realization at what I had just done. Lord, I can’t believe I did that, letting myself get carried away like that with this man that is in reality blackmailing me. I sit back against my heels, flushed and catching my breath, totally embarrassed by my behavior. I can only imagine what he thinks of me now, and from the tone of his voice, I seriously doubt I have made him change his mind about our relationship. Getting a grip, I stand up, staring directly at him, trying to hide my embarrassment and let him see my distaste for the situation he has forced me into.

“Can I get dressed and go now? I do have another job to get to.”

It takes every bit of courage to stand there naked, looking at him, with a cool expression when actually I want to rush right out the door.

 

[cgraven]

Robin had been lost in the moment the very act of giving me a blow job had released the wanton little tigress that hid behind the façade of the Prim and proper Miss Michaels. She sat there back on her heels licking the last bit of my cum from her lips, a shy little smile on her face, then suddenly she flushes crimson as she again realizes her situation slowly Robin stood on trembling legs, her eyes stare directly I to mine her cheeks still colored from her embarrassment.

“Can I get dressed and go now? I do have another job to get to.”

“Yes Robin you can for now, but tomorrow when you come to work don’t wear any panties or bra.”

The first part of my plan had worked better than I hope, now for the second part which would seal Robin Michaels’s fate. It had been no accident that I had seen her at the ““Top Hat” for I was the silent partner and part owner of the place. Ten minutes after I saw Robin drive off I made a call on My cell phone.

“Jack, Paul here yes she just left now when she gets to work to night tell her that you want her to compete in tonight’s Armature strip contest and if she doesn’t she can kiss her job good bye…………..till her she better win to and make sure you get it all on tape Jack”

I hung up and sat back and smiled to myself. Robin was having such a hard day at both her jobs.

 

[WhisperingRain]

When I got home, I quickly stripped and took a hot shower. I then dress, putting on my outfit for the club, a very short black skirt that barely covers my ass, I white blouse, tight black vest, and a very tiny black thong and heels. I don’t bother with a bra, the vest being quite sufficient and keeping up a modest tan, hose is unnecessary.

Looking back at myself in the mirror, it was like seeing a different person, now more so than before my meeting with Paul. I quickly put that thought from my mind not wanting to recall how I let myself get so carried away.

I don’t even get a chance to walk behind the bar when Jack approaches me telling me what he expects me to do. I argue with him and even plead, but as with Paul, I’m left with no choice but to do what he wants. I pray no one is in there that knows me or recognizes me.

When the music starts and it’s my turn to go out on stage, I’m shaking like a leaf. I’m not even sure I can go out there, but the warning look on Jack’s face forces me to walk out on the platform, unsteady as I may be. With my hair down, no glasses, I try to keep my face covered as much as possible, and start to move to the music, slowly teasing the audience with dance moves rather than taking anything off.

That doesn’t work for very long with the shouts from both the audience and Jack. I’m thankful the lighting is soft, hiding the blushes as I remove my vest exposing my firm breasts and pert nipples that can be seen through my blouse. Cheers begin and I dance around the platform, and start unbuttoning my blouse. After undoing all buttons, I start flapping open my blouse one side at a time. With all the encouragement and the music, I begin to loosen up, dancing more, getting closer to the audience.

By the time I have stripped down to just my thong, I am starting to feel an unexplainable excitement. I let the mood carry me away, letting my hands trail over my body as if someone were caressing me. My fingers rub and pinch my nipples. I rub my hands across the front of my thong, and then, bending over with my leg spread wide, I run my hands slowly over the cheeks of my bare ass. I finish my dance, taking off my damp thong, tossing it to the audience.

After doing several other moves, Jack is already walking on the stage announcing that I had won the contest. He slaps my ass when I walk off stage after picking up the rest of my clothes, which causes me to turn bright red. I quickly dress and it dawns on me that now I have to work the rest of the evening without anything under my skirt.

The rest of the night, while most the time I spend making drinks and listening to customer’s comments, some compliments others crude, I’m also rebuking myself for my behavior for the second time today. Driving home, I’m not only feeling ashamed, but angry that between dancing and working, my pussy has been wet all night. I don’t understand what has gotten into me, but I am very relieved Paul was not there to witness that scene too. Although going to work without panties and bra tomorrow, lord only knows what else he is going to have me doing.

 

[cgraven]

Jack phoned to let me know all went well that the tape came out great and that Robin seemed to really get into it once she started.

“Paul I’ll be sending the tape over by messenger in the morning that Robin is one hot chick”

“Ya Jack I know.”

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I arrived at the office early as if nothing was out of the ordinary. I waited patiently for Robin to arrive at work idly wondering how she would be dressed. When I saw her car pull into the parking lot I went to my office waited 15 minutes then Buzzed Robin.

“Miss Michaels my office now please”

I was seated behind my desk, my face dead, no emotions showing.

“Miss Michaels close and lock the door. Then come over here and stand right by me.”

I waited as she stared at me in disbelief

“Now Robin”

 

[WhisperingRain]

I dressed the next morning like usual, putting just a little make up on, my hair up and not forgetting my glasses. I wore a brown loose fitting skirt that was several inches below my knees with a colorful brown and orchid blouse. Just as I was about to leave the house, I suddenly remembered Paul’s comment. I wondered if he had been really serious about me not wearing panties and bra, but decided not to take a chance. I was already quite aware of his intolerance to not listening to him.

I quickly discarded my bra and panties, wondering how I was going to get through the day without turning red if anyone so much as glanced in my direction.

I wasn’t in my office more than a few minutes when Paul buzzed. Walking to his office, I prayed he just wanted a letter typed.

Miss Michaels close and lock the door. Then come over here and stand right by me.

He had such a sobering expression on his face and when he spoke. Surely he couldn’t think of doing anything now, knowing Mr. Clayton would be in soon wondering where I was.

Now Robin

Nervously I locked the door and walked over to him.

“Paul, I really should be in my office when Mr. Clayton arrives.”

 

[cgraven]

“Paul, I really should be in my office when Mr. Clayton arrives.”

I just smiled at Robin as she stood bye me. Without saying a word, my eyes holding her captive as the predator does his pry I swiveled in my chair, my hand coming to rest on Robin’s firm derrière. Slowly it slid down the curve of her ass down her leg, to the helm of her skirt, my fingers toying with the edge of the material.

“Miss Michaels unbutton your blouse.”

I took a perverse joy in addressing Robin so formally while making her bend to my will.

As she lifts her trembling finger to the 1st button, my hand slides up under her skirt, my fingers climbing ever higher, till at last they graze Robin’s bare pussy.

“I see you have been a good girl Miss Michaels and have done as you where told.”

My voice is nonchalant as my fingers run the length of her rose pink labia to gently massage her clit. Robin was frozen as my fingers teased her little bud of passion.

“Your Blouse Miss Michaels"

 

[WhisperingRain]

He not only ignored what I said about going to Mr. Clayton’s office, it didn’t take him long for his hand to become familiar with bottom. I began trembling, nervously aware of his hand having now moved to the at the edge of my skirt, in his locked office, and being told to unbutton my blouse.

Slowly with shaky fingers I began undoing the buttons. I was appalled to see that he was obviously enjoying my discomfort with the situation, especially calling me Miss Michaels.

When I felt his hand at my pussy and his fingers stroked up to tease my clit, I gasped and couldn’t move just stared wide-eyed at him.

Your Blouse Miss Michaels

I worked the buttons on my blouse, now having a rather difficult time concentrating with his teasing fingers at my clit. Try as I might, I couldn’t hide from him the fact that not only had my breathing increased, but my pussy was getting wetter by the second.

I finally managed to open my blouse, exposing my now very pert nipples. Not only that, my clit was getting very sensitive and it was becoming very difficult not to move against his hand.

 

[cgraven]

Robin was hot and bothered her pussy was not only moist but wet with her sweet nectar flowing freely. I rolled her clit already a hard little nub out from its hooded hiding place.


Robin I am pleased that you have done as you were told.”

I paused as I slip a finger into her silken passage, searching for that one elusive rough spot. Soon another finger joins the first as I find her G-spot and the two fingers flutter across it gently teasing and massaging it.

“No bra, and no panties.”

 

[WhisperingRain]

Lord, his fingers were driving me crazy, and he knew this. If he kept this up I would surely cum. Right here in his office, giving him even more advantage over me.

No bra, and no panties.

There was a pleased smile in his eyes when he spoke that really got to me. It wasn’t bad enough that I was doing what he told me, but I was even showing him I enjoying it.

“I didn’t have much of a choice did I?”

I bit down hard on my lower lip, staring at him, I had to get back some control. But when his fingers reached inside me and rubbed across my G-spot, I lost it for a moment.

“Oh Lord”

My head fell back, my back arched and I unconsciously pushed down on his hand. I started loosing myself to the pleasure he was giving me. My knees grew weak, forcing me to lean over and grab at his desk for support. Then I noticed the look in his eyes, how much he was enjoying this power he had over me. I reached my hand down and put it on top of his, as if to stop him. My eyes were pleading with him, but at this point I wasn’t too sure what exactly they were pleading for.