Innocence lost (closed)

[Marine_chica]

Name: Grace Olivia
Height: 5'1"

Grace couldn't believe the luck she had been having. First voted president of the young business woman's club, nominated for a young leader award at her local city hall and now offered an internship interview to one of the countries largest companies. It was as if the universe was aligning itself for her. She had spent the majority of her morning getting ready. Her hair was pinned carefully causing her soft curls to fall down her back. She had been sure to wear her best interview clothes; a white button up blouse, a short black pencil skirt that fell just above her the top of her knees and matching black heels. Grace didn't realize the blouse was just sheer enough to make any man stare at the lace outline of her bra nor did she understand the way her tight skirt showed off every curve of her hip and shapely thighs. Grace believed herself ordinary causing her to seem shy and most of all innocent. Never having a boyfriend let alone enjoying a man's company would do that to a woman no matter how beautiful.

Her hands trembled slightly as when she took hold of her black handbag stepping out of the taxi she had caught. She wasn't the best driver and city traffic scared her. Uneasy in the high heels she had picked she made her way towards the entrance of the tall building she prayed she would one day work in. If everything played out correctly this would be the next step in a long journey towards CEO. it was a dream that would never come true. Brains, cunning, determination and most of all a lack of innocence was needed to make that dream a reality. Things she didn't have in the slightest though her innocence was soon to change.

The secretary seemed nice enough, offering her a seat and a bottle of water while she waited. She knew she was early but her nerves had gotten the better of her causing her to call the taxi thiry minutes earlier than she needed. By the time the well dressed woman behind the desk told her she could go in she was so nervous she feared the entire office could hear her pounding heart. Gathering herself up she took a calming breath before entering the large office.

Stepping into the middle of the room she stood beside one of the chair and in a small timid voice she spoke. "G...good afternoon sir. It's an honor to be here my names Grace and I'm here to interview for the internship with this company." A small innocent smile that could melt even the hardest of hearts passed her lips before the man spoke.

 

[cgraven]

Jean Batard arrived at his cooperate headquarter after another boring business lunch. He had everything a man could wish for. He had had a disastrous marriage and a very messy divorce. That experienced had convinced him that marriage was not for him and his position and wealth left the nagging feeling women were interested in him only for his money. His age was a matter of record, but his appearance belied it. His hair was ginger with a touch of sliver at the temples and despite his age his build was sold if not athletic. It was not that Jean Batard was a regular gym goer but was the result of a life of hard physical work in his youth and midlife.

Jean Batard was raised in rural Quebec, Canada on the small family farm. He had spent his youth helping his father scrape a living from the land. Later he went into the woods as a lumber jack. It did not take Jean long to decide that cutting trees down was a dead-end job for him so he began thinking what new could be done whit wood products and more particularly with what most threw away or left to rot as waste. After trying several ides, he came up with a way to make wood pellets and the developed a market for them as a source of heat. That lead to developing a stove for his pellets and things took off from there.

Jean Batard noticed a stunning young redhead as he entered the building. Her hair was pinned carefully back causing her soft red curls fall down her back. A white button up blouse, a short black pencil skirt, that fell just above her knees and matching black heels. She was young, noticeably young, and that caught jean’s attention. Everything about her body language told him she was shy and more importantly had an air of innocence about her. She had stopped at the reception desk nodded then headed for the elevators. Jean stopped and inquired what the young girl wanted and was told she was interviewing for an internship. Jean then took his private elevator to his office.

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By the time the well-dressed woman behind the desk told Grace she could go could hear he heart pounding. Gathering herself up she took a calming breath before entering the large office. "G...good afternoon sir. It's an honor to be here my names is Grace Olivia and I'm here to interview for the internship with this company." A small innocent smile that could melt even the hardest of hearts passed her lips before the man spoke.

Tom Malory was looking over Grace’s student records all seemed to be in order and then he saw that Grace was not a college senior , but a high school senior. He closed her file cleared his throat. “Miss Olivia I am afraid that we only employ……” Malory was interrupted by the ringing of his phone. “Yes Sir……… her name is Grace Olivia………..but Sir she is only a senior in high school……. But Sir……….Yes sir I will.” Malory hung up the phone and once again turned to Grace. Mr. Batard would like to see you in the board room on the 74th floor.

Grace’s interview had taken an unexpected turn it seemed now she would interview with the CEO of the company.


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Jean Batard sat behind a large mahogany desk There was no chair across the desk for Grace to sit in, so she had to remain standing. Batard had his hands tented before him, she was a very pretty young lady and so noticeably young, she just may fit his requirements.

“Grace Olivia what a charming name. Mr. Malory tells me you want to interview for an internship here is that true?” Batard had dark piercing hazel eyes, eyes that could take in everything and yet not seemed to be looking. He loved the way her tight black pencil skirt clung to her and actuated showed the curve of her hips and shapely thighs. He also was pleased with the sheer white blouse she wore that showed the lace outline of her bra. The girl had a fine figure there was no doubt about that the question was she an innocent high school girl or a treasure hunting little slut.

Batard interviewed and question Grace for an hour before he made up his mind that she was just an eager high school senior, one that was as innocent as she looked and one that he had decided to seduce. “So, tell me Grace do you have a boyfriend or any obligations that would keep you from moving into my mansion.” He loved the shocked look on the girl’s face and her crimson blush told him what he needed to know as he continued. “…….as my personal assistant.” He let Grace know that besides room and board she would receive a salary of $800.00 a week.

 

[Marine_chica]

"Miss Olivia I am afraid we only employ..." A phone rang beside the man who was to do her interview. There was a ringing in her ears and it had nothing to do with the phone. She was to young, to inexperienced for this job. How could she have thought for a moment she would manage to land such a dream. Fingers seemed to grasp tighter at the small black purse the tips of them turning white. Her mother had warned Grace she was getting her hopes up. Daughter to a waitress and a factory worker grace had never had much. Their lives had been paycheck to paycheck, her mother working doubles sometimes triples to buy her clothes or make ends meet. Meanwhile her father rarely came home spending more time at the factory than with his family. She lacked any kind of authority but feared I'd she didn't obey and got in trouble during her childhood she would be taken from her family into foster care. Grace didn't know what money got you nor did she understand that when you had the money you had the power to change the rules.

"Miss Olivia... Miss Olivia did you hear me? You are to take the elevator to the 74th floor Mr. Batard is waiting for you there." Snapping back to reality she stared at Mr. Malory bewildered. "I'm sorry... The 74th...Mr. Batard wants to see me? I...yes of coarse thank you I'm so sorry. It was an honor to meet you sir thank you for your time." she turned on her heel rushing quickly to the door. The last thing she needed was to let the CEO of this grand company wait on her. The question in her mind what why would he want to see her? It was a fantastic idea that someone of such standing would want to take the time out of his most likely busy schedule to run and interview on someone like herself.

It took her almost ten munites to find the elevator where she had come from due to her frantic nerves. By the time she was finally beginning the ride to the top she could barely keep herself still. What does one say to a CEO? She turned her head finding herself looking back into her own eyes. The elevators chrome panels were spotless. She took herself in then her hand coming up to release her curls from the clip that held them. She looked so young so innocent. Glancing to the level she comes herself. She was only on level 40 if she hurried she could fix herself up before she got there.

Shaking fingers tugged and coerced curling tendrils back into the bun this time making sure to keep them together at the base of her neck. She wanted to look more dignified, more professional. Clipping her hair into place she stared at her reflection. Her curls no longer fell down her neck though small curles escaped at her temples but she could do nothing to secure them. Glancing at the levels again she bit her plump bottom lip,67. A few more levels to go. Diving into her small handbag she pulled out her lipstick applying it quickly. It was a soft pink color one that did nothing but to make her seem more innocent. A child playing with the makeup her mother no longer wore but poor naive grace didn't know that either. She was quickly pinching some pink into her cheeks when the doors opened.

She made her way to the front desk trying desperately to look as though she belonged there. "Excuse me ma'am my name is Grace Olivia. Mr. Batard is expecting me." The woman seemed took in the sight before her. Her own red lips pinched as she tried to understand why this young woman would ever be expected by her boss. A quick glance at her schedule told her he was not expecting anyone. Manicured fingers moved quickly across her phone dial before waiting for the deep tone of her boss. "Sorry to bother you sir but I have a young Grace Oliver here stating she... I, yes sir I understand I'll send her right in. Thank you sir." Placing down the receiver she took another look at the woman before her. "You may go in he's waiting for you. Last door at the end of the hall." Grace gave the Woman a swift thank you before making her way towards the back office.

Rapping against the hard oak door she stepped in. "H..hello..." She cleared her throat before moving closer to the large desk. "Good afternoon Mr. Batard. I'm Grave Olivia you wanted to see me? It's an honor to be here sir. If there's anything I can do to help you or the company I would be proud to do so." She bit down hard on her lower lip to stop herself from rambling in her nervousness. The man that turned in the chair was a handsome well groomed man who seemed to exude power and demanded respect.

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Grace stood through her entire interview her calves slowly beginning to ache as she shifted from foot to foot. "Tell me Grace do you have a boyfriend or any obligations that would keep you from moving into my mansion?" The statement had left her feeling dizzy. Move into the mansion of Mr. Batard ? The salary itself was more than her mother made in two. "N.. No sir I don't...... I don't have a boyfriend or any obligations sir I would be honored to become your personal assistant. Thank you sir. Thank you!" There was an excitement that filled her she had never felt before. Theal man before he was about to change her life. A man she couldn't help noticing was rather handsome with his piercing hazel where and the way her held that muscles body of his. Cheeks flushing she took a steadying breath.

"When should I expect to move sir? Is there anything I need to bring? How long will my internship be sir? Will it be a full year?" The naive little girl didn't have a clue what was about to come. If she had understood the world a little better she would know most personal assistants didn't live with their bosses nor did interns have such a close role with someone so high up in a company. She stepped forward offering her hand to shake his. "Again thank you sir. You have no idea what this internship means to me. I promise I won't let you down." For the second time that day a smile turned her lips, one that could catch the eye of almost anyone.

 

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There were several chairs spread around Batard’s office, but none were by his desk. Grace did not ask for one but continued to stand before him. Batard leisurely but unobtrusively savored the young girl’s figure. She was a bit unsteady on her heels as if she did not wear them often, but they accentuated the sensual curve of her calves to perfection.

Grace shifted from foot to foot like a naughty little schoolgirl that had been called to the principal office. "N.. No sir I don't...... I don't have a boyfriend or any obligations sir I would be honored to become your personal assistant. Thank you sir. Thank you!" Grace rambled on and there was an excitement that seemed to fill her. It did not take long for Jean to determine that Miss Grave Olivia was that rare creature a young female innocent. Grace’s cheeks flushing a most adorable shade of pink, she took a steadying breath. "When should I expect to move sir? Is there anything I need to bring? How long will my internship be sir? Will it be a full year?"

“Grace can you move in this evening If I send a car to pick you up. As far as what to bring just your personal effects. You will be given an allowance for a professional wardrobe that befits your position as my Personal Assistant. Batard watched the girl carefully to see if she would baulk at this. The pretty little redhead stepped forward offering her hand to shake his. "Again, thank you sir. You have no idea what this internship means to me. I promise I won't let you down."

Jean Batard took Grace’s hand and drew her to him close enough so that she could feel the heat of his body. His lips brushed hers in a quick kiss that left the young girl to wonder if he had kissed her or if it was her imagination. “Would six o’clock be too early for the car and driver to pick you up Grace?” Batard was shaking Grace’s hand. “Just let Miss Jones know if six is convenient and give her your address.” With that Grace’s interview came to and end and she had landed a job as the CEO’s personal assistant.

Jean Batard watched as a smile Grace left. Tonight, Miss Grace Olivia’s seduction would begin. Batard looked forward to educating the young innocent redhead just what his personal assistance meant.

 

[Marine_chica]

Mr. Batard's warm hand wrapped around her small one pulling her closer to his body. There was a breaths length of time where he dipped forward strong lips brushing hers. Her eyes fluttered closed for the breifests of moments before she looked up at him. She felt dizzy, unnerved. Had she imagined the closeness? Imagined his breath against her lips as he leaned towards her. Shaking her head she regained herself not thinking twice about what she thought might have happened. It was all the excitement of the day causing her to imagine things. "yes sir six will be just fine I will leave my information with Miss Jones. Thank you against sir and I'll see you tonight!" Stepping back she gathered herself to make her way out of the room. Her hips swayed with each step due to her heels and tight skirt.

By the time she had managed to give the beautiful secretary her information, ignoring the scoff she received when she realized poor Grace lived on the lower income side of town, it was nearly four o'clock. She would have just enough time to get home back her things and say goodbye to her parents. Stepping into the taxi she had hailed she sat in the back seat staring out the window. She was going to be the personal assistant to a ceo. She would be making twice what her mother made in a week. She would have new clothes and new home. She would be living in a mansion! Reaching down she carefully pinched her wrist just in ensure that she was not dreaming. She felt as though her mind was spinning thanks to all of the information.

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Saying goodbye to her parents was hard to say the least though it wasn't as though she would never see them again. Grace stood outside her apartment building a duffel bag over her shoulder and her hair tied in a pony tail high on her scalp. She had opted to wear a pair of tight fitting jeans, a loose tee-shirt and her running shoes to be cumfortable for the ride to her new home. She didn't own much, the duffel bag mainly consisted of casual clothes, a few heels, some dress outfits and her toiletries. She had grabbed a book or too that she had been working on but she doubted she would have time to read in her new lifestyle. She tried to hold back the smile that tugged at the corners of her mouth. She was about to leave for her new home!

Watching as a black luxurious car pulled up she stared at the tinted windows and sleep body. Nothing of this caliper had been on this side of town in years to say the least. She stepped forward hesitating slightly as she was unsure if she should get in the front or the back. As she was getting ready to take hold of the front seat handle the driver's side door opened. A younger gentleman stepped out in what looked to be a high end black suit. "Miss Grace. I'm here to take you back to Mr. Batard's estate. I'll take your luggage ma'am." When he reached out for her bag he seemed confused for just a moment before taking the old duffel and opening the back seat door for her. "Th.. Thank you." She managed before sliding into the back seat her hands carefully touching she leather seat as she sat down. When the door closed beside her she felt the driver close the trunk. She was so overwhelmed with awe she barely noticed they had begun to move.

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The drive was quite, her hands resting carefully in her lap as she watched the scenery go by. When they came to a stop she was surprised to have the door opened for her. She was about to ask for her bag when she watched anther man carrying it in. Turning she looked up at the large mansion. It was beautiful and elegant. She looked almost like a tourist as she stared up at the mansion taking it in. She seemed so out of place in the middle of his driveway her jeans worn, her tennis shoes dirty and her tee-shirt baggy. Swallowing she looked at the front door to find Mr. Batard standing in it's frame watching her with those piercing hazel eyes. His voice was deep and commanding when he spoke. It brought goosebumps to the back of her arms and along her neck. "Hello Grace."

 

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Grace’s mother raised an eyebrow when Grace told her she would be living at Batard’s Manson thinking it was highly unusual. Yet she said nothing to her daughter if the man took sexual advantage of Grace then she could always sue and make a packet of money. Yet the more her mother thought about it she knew of course in her naivety young daughter never let such a thought cross Grace’s mind.

Grace was picked up at six o’clock precisely. The black luxurious limousine with tinted windows and sleek stretch body pulled up. The well-dressed chauffeur opened the back door of the limo for Grace after taking her duffel from her. The long drive from Grace’s past to her future took more than and hour. They had left the city and where now out in the country. The limousine turned off the highway and up the long drive that led to a French Chateau Manson and there standing in the door was Jean Batard.

Batard was anxious to get his little innocent into the Manson and behind locked doors. One of the footman went to the limo to get Graces duffel. When the girl stepped from the car Grace seemed so out of place in the middle of his driveway her jeans worn, her tennis shoes dirty and her baggy tee-shirt. "Hello Grace." His voice was deep, dark, and commanding. It was a voice that was felt as much as it was heard. Graces jeans fit her like a second skin and her breasts strained her baggy tee shirt.

“Welcome to Chateau Volupté en Souffrance Grace.” Oh, how the little innocent would suffer as she learned the full extent of what it meant to be his personal assistant. “We will be eating at nine Grace and here at Chateau Volupté en Souffrance we dress for dinner so nothing special any evening gown will do Grace.” It seemed that a worried look seemed to mare the angelic beauty of Grace’s face. “Or you can choose one from the selection your maid brings you.” Then to put Grace at ease Batard continued “I know a young lady always enjoys a new dress.

“Monique would you show Miss Olivia to her room.” The dark haired made curtsied “But of course monsieur Batard. Monique led Grace to her room on the second floor of the Manson. The room was larger than her parents’ home. There was a setting room with a desk and all the latest computers for business. The bedchamber had a bed large enough for to six people. The Bath did not have a tub but rather a bathing pool, and there was a walk-in closet bigger that her bedroom at home. “What dress size does mademoiselle take and dose she desires a pair of matching heels or would she prefer to go barefoot.” Monique looked Grace up and down with a critical eye. “Something in midnight blue to highlight your complexion.” Mademoiselle was time for a bath before dinner.

Monique left to get Grace an evening gown. The maid would make sure that the bodice would barely cover Graces nipples and the skirt would be slit nearly to the waist. She was sure that monsieur Batard would be please with her selection for Grace.

 

[Marine_chica]

He spoke to her with an authority she wasn't used to. One that calmed her mind and made her feel at peace. He didn't ask her to wear something nice or asked her to come to dinner. No he told her what she was going to do. Told her how she would dress. For most it would be upsetting and frustrating but for grace it was a lovely feeling not to think, not to figure out the routine but instead be given it. There was only one problem. She didn't own a gown, didn't own anything near it. The only dress she had was a simple black one that her mother had bought for a dance she had attended. Blushing in embarrassment she looked at her feet until he offered that her maid would bring her a dress of her own choosing. "Thank you sir. I look forward to joining you for dinner." With that she followed Monique to her room taking the time to admire her new home.

Once in her bedroom she paused taken aback. It was unlike anything she had seen before. The room was beautiful and spacious. It made her feel like a princess in and old fairytale. Biting her lip she walked around the room listening to Monique speak. "I am usually a size 6 when I try on clothes." She rubbed her arm seeming lost as to what to do. Glancing to the bathing pool she smiled. The idea of a bath sounded lovely. Taking her time she began running the water for the large pool finding a bubble bath in one of the large cabinets and some bathing salts she grinned much like a child in a candy shop would do. Tossing a few of each into the warm water she check to ensure Monique was still gone before beginning to tug of her clothes. Letting her jeans and shirt fall to the ground she admired her alabaster skin in the large mirror. Running her fingers along her flat stomach and down over her hips. She had never found herself beautiful thinking she looked rather average. She ran her fingers back up her stomach and over her bra wishing her breasts were bigger but not caring enough to make them look larger than they were. Reaching back she unclasped the hooks of her bra allowing her breast to fall free. The cool air of the bathroom to cause her small nipples to harden. Sliding her black panties down past her smooth mound the left them in a bundle on the floor.

The water was the perfect temperature when she stepped in her head falling back against the side of the bathing pool. Reaching up she released her soft curls from their ponytail confines to allow her to relax. "This must be a dream... Soon I will wake and find myself in my own bed." She breathed beginning to wash herself taking her time to enjoy the warmth of the water and the relaxing scent of the bubble bath.

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she had just stepped out of the bath, wrapping herself up in the plush bath robe left for her when Monique came back with her dress. She smiled to the maid not truly understanding who the maid worked for and what her motives were. "Thank you Miss Monique! This color is beautiful!" Carefully she took the dress moving towards the bed to put it on. Looking at the neckline she flushed. "Um... Monique how... How am I to wear a bra with this?" Turning to the woman she was suprised to see the look on her face. "You don't wear a bra with a dress like that. It's meant to accentuate what you have. Come now you don't want to keep the Master waiting." Deciding she should do as she was told she allowed removed her robe placing it on her bed before stepping into the smooth fabric.

The dress fit her like a glove. It's plunging neck line excentuated her cleavage and the slit that came all the way up to her hip made it impossible to wear anything other than a high cut thong with the dress. Her curls were left to fall naturally around her shoulders and her makeup still seemed as innocent as ever. She was surprised to find it had a matching velvet choker to go with it. Placing the necklace around her neck she looked at herself in the mirror. She almost didn't looked like herself. She was gorgeous, something she wasn't used to. Slipping into her heels she walked carefully to the door. It was time for dinner and as Monique said. She shouldn't keep him waiting. Especially after he had given her so much already.

It took her some time to make it down the stairs safely as she wasn't used to heels as high as the once she was given. Stepping into the dining room she smiled timidly. "Good evening sir... I hope this dress is sufficient for dinner." She moved towards him not noticing his eyes taking her in. She stopped withing arms length of him running her fingers down the front of the smooth material.

 

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As Monique took Grace to her room Batard went to his private viewing room. He sat facing the glass panes of the two-way mirror in Grace’s bathroom to her it would appeared to be simply a wall of mirrors. But for him it gave an unobstructed view of the young redhead as she prepared to that her bath. Batard quietly sipped a glass of wine as Grace began running the water for the large tub. A shy blush colored Grace’s cheek as she cheek to ensure Monique was gone before beginning to tug off her clothes. Monique came to join Batard as she dropped to her knees at his feet to enjoy the you redhead’s unknowing little striptease. Grace let her jeans slide down her shapely legs and stepped out of them. She pulled her tee-shirt over her head and let the shirt fall to the ground. She admired her alabaster skin in the large mirror. Running her fingers along her flat stomach and down over her hips. She ran her fingers back up her stomach and over her bra then cupping her breasts as if she wished they her were bigger. Reaching back Grace unclasped the hooks of her bra allowing her breast to fall free. The cool air of the bathroom to cause her pale pink rosebud nipples to harden. Sliding her black panties down past her smooth mound she stepped out of them leaving them in a bundle on the floor.

Grace did not know it, but she was standing naked in front of Batard and Monique, separated only by a thin sheet of glass. “She is gorgeous Master what a delicious little morsel.” Monique cooed. “Shall you be feasting on her to night Master. “We shall see Pet.” The pair watched intently as Grace began to bath herself her soapy hands gliding over her breasts and quivering belly then down between her legs. “Have you selected a dress for Miss Olivia yet Monique.” The girl kissed his hand, “You shall see Master”

Grace was just stepping from the bath as Monique was returning. "Thank you Miss Monique! This color is beautiful!" Carefully Grace took the dress moving towards the bed . Looking at the neckline Grace flushed. "Um... Monique how... How am I to wear a bra with this?" The young maid smiled wickedly at Grace. "You don't wear a bra with a dress like that. It is meant to accentuate what you have. Come now you do not want to keep the Master waiting.” Monique began to chaff Grace dry taking every opportunity to fondle the young innocent. She helped the naïve little redhead into the evening gown.

Batard was sitting at the head of a magnificent table set for two. He was quite pleased with Monique’s selection of a gown for Grace. The gown fit the little redhead like a glove, it is plunging neckline accentuated her cleavage and the bodice barely covered Grace’s pale pink nipples. The slit that came all the way up to her hip made it impossible to wear anything other than a high cut thong with the dress and Batard wondered if Grace was wearing any panties at all. Her curls were left to fall naturally around her shoulders to frame her angelic face with a mass of crimson curls.

Grace found that dinner was a very formal affair at Chateau Volupté en Souffrance. Grace was treated to a five-course meal and each course came with its own wine. By the time they had come to the cheese course they had already consumed more wine that Grace thought was possible Batard watched as his young protégé became tipsy.

 

[Marine_chica]

The dinner was fantastic, the atmosphere left her feeling important and special. They didn't talk much as they ate, instead spent the time enjoying the rich food and sweet wines. Grace had never drank before but the smooth flavor of the wines has her drinking her fill. It wasn't long before she was looking to Mr. Batard her cheeks a rose color that set off her freckles as well at her emerald eyes. With a small giggle she reached sipped more of her wine. She was slowly moving into the later stages of tipsy. If she wasn't careful she would be drunk beyond measure. Placing her wine down she seemed to try and pull herself together.

Reaching down she picked up her cloth napkin and began to dab at her chest. Her skin was warm to the touch thanks to the alcohol. "Dinner was wonderful. Sir thank you." Flashing him a slightly crooked smile she pushed her half glass of wine away from her. "It is a little warm in here though don't you think?" She dabbed once more at her chest before placing her napkin down. "So Mr. Batard what is it that you need from me as your personal assistant? What duties do I need to perform day to day." She was trying desperately not to seem tipsy. She wanted to look and sound professional for him.

When he finally placed his glass down to look at her the stare he gave her sent butterflies through her stomach. No one had ever looked at her like that. Like a predatory about to claim their prey. The only problem was as fast as it had come it was gone from his gaze making her wonder if she had even seen it at all.

 

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Jean Batard watched as Grace enjoyed her meal and drank freely of the wine she was served. The way she drank told him that this girl had never drunk much if any in her young life. He could tell that she was trying to please him, tried to appear more confident than she really was. When Grace picked up her napkin and dabbed at her chest he knew that Grace was more than a little tipsy.

"Dinner was wonderful. Sir thank you." She flashed a crooked little smile that Batard found adorable as she pushed away her half-filled wine glass. "It is a little warm in here though don't you think?" She dabbed once more at her chest before placing her napkin down. "So, Mr. Batard what is it that you need from me as your personal assistant? What duties do I need to perform day to day.”? Batard was hardly listening to Grace as she prattled on about what were her duties. She was trying desperately not to seem tipsy; it was clear Grace wanted to look and sound professional for him. What she did not realize was the last time she dabbed sweat from her chest she her left breast had slipped from the cup of her gown and her pale pink nipple was exposed to him.

When he placed his glass down to look at her more closely, the stare he gave her sent butterflies through her stomach, for that stare was the stare of a predator, he the hunter and she the pry. Jean quickly let his face take on a neutral nonchalant appearance. “Your duties Grace are simply to meet my needs, learn from them and be a stunning representative for the company.” He had told the young innocent redhead the truth but doubted she really understood what it really meant to meet his needs.

“If your warm Grace that you can let the bodice of your dress down.” He leaned forward and placed a single finger on the blushing girl’s lips to still her protests. “I am French Grace nudity or parcel nudity between men and women is natural and no big deal.” He paused for a moment his finger still resting on Grace’s moist ripe lips. “But I understand that in your country your views on Nudity or partial nudity or rather puritanical.”

Batard knew he was pushing Grace’s comfort zone, but he wanted to see just how far she would go and how submissive her nature truly was.

 

[Marine_chica]

"If your warm Grace that you can let the bodice of your dress down.” He leaned forward and placed a single finger to her plump lips to still her protests. “I am French Grace nudity or parcel nudity between men and women is natural and no big deal.” He paused for a moment his finger still resting on Grace’s moist ripe lips. “But I understand that in your country your views on Nudity or partial nudity or rather puritanical.”

"Puritanical..." her lips moved very slowly against his finger. She hesitated her cheeks seeming to got more red as she thought about exposing herself to such a powerful man. Reaching up she took hold of his hand bringing it down to the table her eyes on him." Don't... You think seeing my partially naked would... Change your veiw of me as an intern sir?" The chuckle that passed his lips told her everything her naive little mind needed to know. She was not a distraction to him nor did she hold any power of this situation. Her stomach flipped her breath hitching in her throat.

"It... Is rather warm sir." Slowly her fingers wandered around behind her back to tug at the zipper there. She struggled for a few moment seeming to habe difficulty getting the zipper down. What she didn't know was that the dress was designed to need someone to help you into and out of the little dress. Glancing to him she seemed embarrassed and shy. "sir the zipper to my dress seems to be stuck. Would you mind?"

She didn't wait for an answer. Her slightly drunken state was urging her to act without waiting for verification. She stood, wobbling a little on the high heels before turning around her back facing him. Her soft curls fell down her back as she waited for him to unzip her dress enough to free her breasts completely.

 

[cgraven]

"Puritanical..." Grace’s soft moist lips moved against Batard’s finger. Was that a flash of pride in the little redhead’s expressive green eyes. There was a moments hesitation on Grace’s as she blushed deeply turning the most adorable shade of pink. Her hand gentle took his wrist and removed his fingers from her lips. " Don't... You think seeing my partially naked would... Change your view of me as an intern sir?" Her voice had taken on a serious but hesitant tone as if she were afraid of losing her coveted position as his personal assistant. The only answer that Batard made was a soft chuckle.

Her decision made Grace blushed a deeper shade of pink. "It... Is rather warm sir." Slowly her fingers wandered around behind her back to tug at the zipper there. Batard enjoyed the way Grace’s breasts strained against the material of her gown. She struggled for a few moments seeming to have difficulty getting the zipper down. There was no doubt that shy young Miss was embarrassed at being unable to pull a simple zipper down.

The amount of wine that Grace had consumed at dinner left her a little wobbly on her heels. She turned her back to Batard. Grace’s crimson soft curls fell down her back as she waited for him to unzip her dress. Batard stepped up behind his naïve young assistant, he swept her soft curls over her shoulder. Grace could feel his warm moist breath on the nape of her neck and the stray little hairs at the nape of her neck danced in his breath. The soft metallic whisper of the zipper caressed her senses, the young redhead could feel his strong hands on her shoulders, the bodice sliding free to free her firm young breast.

His hands came around Grace as he drew her back to him, his hands cupped the girl’s breasts and he rolled her nipples under the pads of his thumbs.” Doesn’t that feel much better Miss Olivia”. Batard toyed with Grace’s nipples as he held her to him. Slowly he turned the hapless young beauty in his arms. His dark hazel eyes held her soft emerald green eyes captive, His lips brushed hers at first and then he pressed his mouth to hers. His tongue slid across the bow of Grace’s lips, the even white ridge of her teeth demanding entrance into her sweet chaste mouth. His kiss lingered and slowly deepen. There was no past, there was no future there was just hear and now and this one kiss. When Batard broke that kiss they shared the same lifegiving breath. “Miss Olivia remove your gown Miss.”

His voice was strong commanding a voice use to giving orders and having them obeyed. Yet it was not only his voice that filled Grace’s sense but the gaze of his dark hazel eyes. There was something mesmerizing about it that held her captive.

 

[Marine_chica]

His warm breath sent chills down her back as he began to unzip her bodice. She couldn't understand what she was doing. In her alcohol laden haze she felt her bodice fall free of her chest allowing her pert breasts to feel the cool air of the room, atleast until strong hands crept up around her chest. His fingers were rough, he had the hands of a man who spent his youth working wood and manual labor. She barely managed an inhale of breath before his fingers had taken hold of her nipple. "W..wait." She was confused by the electric shock that ran up her body bringing a soft moan to her lips.

Strong arms turned her causing the dress to inch down around her hips. Her body pressed into his as he drew her in close. His eyes caught hers, searching, clinging to the notion she was dreaming. Trembling fingers climbed their way up his chest to tangle slim digits in the front of his dress shirt. She felt light headed as if she had stood up to quickly. She blinked trying to comprehend what he was doing, attempting to wrap her fogged mind around the sensations her body was feeling. By the time her eyes opened again he was breaths away, lips brushing her before he was kissing her.

The sensation was more intoxicating than the wine. She was timid but she didn't pull away. Pressing back against him her own soft tongue lashed out to brush across his. He tasted of wine, of their dinner and spice that made her head spine. Another moan caressed her lips as he pulled back. She inhaled, finding herself surrounded by his cologne causing her already confused senses to spin. Deep in the pit of her abdomen something was tightening, a feeling she had never known before, a feeling of disire. His voice rose to her ears causing her green emeralds to find his hazel once more. The look that met her took her breath away. "Miss Olivia remover your gown."

It wasn't a question, nor a suggestion. It was an order. Biting her lips, swollen from their kiss, she hesitated. He saw her hesitation, saw the doubt in her movement. A muscle in his jaw twitched and she knew in that moment she didn't have a choice. She was sober then, fully away of everything as if a switch had been flipped. 'This is what you are for. This is your purpose.' it was a small whisper in the back of her mind. Goosebumps touched her skin as she very slowly reached down pushing the fabric over the cream colored curve of her hips. The moment it crested the apex the fabric fell from her body, bundling at her feet. Standing before him in just a high cut black thong she looked vulnerable.

She turned her head away, the choker around her neck accentuating the long line of it. She crossed her arms obviously trying to hide herself. His hand came out, grabbing her jaw his palm laid against her throat. Forcing her to look at him there was a hunger in his eyes and something surprising in hers. Submission. Lips parting slightly she couldn't hide the blush across her cheeks as the palm of he held her face so she had to look at him. She feared what he had planned, what the next step was but deep down her need was pooling between her cleft. Something she had never felt before.

 

[cgraven]

Grace shivered in Batard’s arms as he eased the bodice of ger gown down leaving her naked to the waist. Her trembling fingers slowly climbed their way up his chest to entwine with the fabric t of his dress shirt. “Miss Olivia remove your gown Miss.” His voice was strong commanding a voice use to giving orders and having them obeyed.

Grace bit her moist ripe lips as she hesitated to obey his forceful command. Batard saw she hesitated in the young redhead’s stunning emerald Greed eyes, and felt her body stiffen ever so slightly. It was if this young beauty was trying to decide whether to fight his advances or not. Goosebumps touched her pale creamy skin, her decision made, Grace very slowly reached down pushing the fabric of her gown over the curve of her hips. The gown cascaded down the young teen beauty’s shapely legs to pool around her feet. Grace stood before her employer in nothing but her high cut black thong, she looked vulnerable and so deliciously innocent as she once again blushed a dark shade of pink from the tip of her little button nose to the tip of her toes. Grace shyly turned her head away, the choker around her neck accentuating the long line of it. Embarrassed she crossed her arms over her breasts obviously trying to hide herself. Batard’s hand came out, grabbing her jaw his palm laid against her throat. He Forced the hapless little redhead to look at him. There was a dark hunger in his eyes, yet Jean saw something else in Graces smoldering green eyes submission.

Grace’s lips parting slightly, she could not hide her shy little blush that spread across her cheeks as Batard’s palm held her face so she had to look at him. He could see the fear of the unknown in the young girl’s eyes and yet there was no mistaking the sweet musky sent of Grace’s growing arousal. So, this little beauty was as innocent as she appeared. His fingers entwined in the soft copper curls of Grace’s soft luxurious hair, he drew her even closer to him and kissed the naïve young beauty as she had never been kissed before. The kiss was primal, passionate, and Batard let it linger and deepen until Grace became hopelessly lost in it. When he broke their kiss, Grace was breathless and Batard whispered a simple command, “Miss Olivia remove your thong!”

His command carried a note of power and authority after all he was the Boss. As grace hesitated Batard took both of her wrists in his hand and drew her arms down from covering her breasts. “Miss Olivia never hide your body from me again.” Then he repeated his command, “Miss Olivia remove your thong!” Her thong was the last bit of modest left to Grace.

 

[Marine_chica]

Lost in his hazel gaze she felt strong fingers move up to tangle in the tresses of her hair. It took what looked like. Minimal effort to tug her forward crushing his lips against her. In the moment she felt as small as she ever had. He engulfed her, drowning her senses as his ever deepening kiss made her head spin. She felt as though she may faint from the passion. Her own nimble fingers tightened in his shirt front seeming to anchor her to reality. By the time he broke the passion she was near panting, her face feverish and her lips swollen from his kiss. She tried to get her thoughts together when he spoke. His voice had become. More demanding, more authoritative. "Miss Olivia remove your thong."

She couldn't do such a thing! To stand naked before her boss. To stand naked before a man for the first time. She began to take a step back only to realize his fingers were still tangled at the base of her skull. It kept her in place. There wasn't escape from his hold nor from his gaze. "But... But sir." Her arms came up to hide herself, to attempt a moment of modesty as she seemed to begin coming to her senses. Why on earth had she removed her dress? Why had she believed him when she removed her bodice. His strong hands grabbed her wrists forcing them down and away from her chest. His voice boomed with power as he commanded her to never hide herself again. Biting her lip she nodded beginning to understand the role she was playing in this moment.

"Miss Olivia remove your thong" It was the second time he had commanded her to do so. Something told her she wouldn't get a third. Swallowing hard she felt his hands release her wrists allowing her to reach down to the tip of her thong. She was still breathless, she once again looked away fearing his reaction as she pulled down the panties at a painfully slow speed. Once they fell to the floor she stood before him body trembling, the slick wetness of her cleft glinting in the low light. She wasn't looking at him but she could feel his hazel gaze taking her in.

She heard his inhale of breath as he took her in and then she felt his fingers grabbing her chin forcing her to look at him. The hunger in his eyes made the ball in her abdomen contract violently as a slow smile spread over his lips.

 

[cgraven]

Again, the sweet Innocent young redhead hesitated as Batard told her to remove her thong, the last shred of modesty that was left to her. If she did as he said Grace would take the first step on a long road of submission and yet whether Grace knew it or not her very nature was that of a submissive. As she stood before Batard there was no escape for they teen beauty his fingers were entwined in her soft red curls. Grace took a little step backwards. "But... But sir. Grace gasped as she covered her partial nakedness with her hands and arms.

His voice boomed with power as he commanded her to never hide herself again as he forced her hands down by her sides. Grace bit her lip she nodded beginning to understand like a chastised young schoolgirl. When Batard told Grace for a second time to remove her thong it was clear that he would not give her another chance to obey him. If she chose to defy him then Grace knew in her heart of heart that it would cost her, her dream job. Swallowing hard, Grace accepted her fate, she felt his hands release her wrists allowing her to reach down to the waist band of her thong. She was still breathless from their passionate kiss, embarrassed Grace looked away pulled down the panties slowly. Batard enjoyed the show the blushing young beauty was putting on for him. He sighed in appreciation as Grace stood before him in all her naked glory, as his dark hazel eyes took in every sensual curve of her luscious young body.

Again, Batard’s hand took a forceful grasp of the young redhead’s chin forcing Grace’s stunning green eyes meet his. He drew the girl to him and again kissed her with all the lust and passion that he felt at the moment. He broke their kiss, his lips clinging to hers till the last possible moment. Grace felt his hands on her hips as he lifted her to sit on the table. “Miss Olivia lay back!” When Grace did as she was commanded Batard spread her thighs wide and began to lash her pussy with his mouth, tongue, and teeth coaxing her clit from its hooded hiding place.

 

[Marine_chica]

The lips that crushed seemed to intoxicated her more than the wine. She forgot momentarily they she was nude before him, vulnerable and bare. It was when strong hands took hold of her hips she was jolted back to reality. Lifting her as if she were nothing more than a plate to set the table her placed her down, the cold wood shocking against her warm skin. He commanded her to lay back, she followed his orders fearing what he would do if she didn't. Her hands rest on her stomach embarrassed by her nakedness, not understanding how stunning she was laying there. Her cheeks were pink and her legs tightly pressed together. She could feel his warm hands on her knees.

It took little effort to pry open her knees leaving her splayed out for him. She closed her eyes finding herself shy and uncomfortable until his tongue ran the length of her sweet center. With each draw of his tongue she began to lose herself. When he brushed her clit she gasped her back arching and her hips pressing into his lips. She had never so much as explored herself let alone given herself orgasm. Before long she was moaning under his minstrations.

"Sir..." She breathed her hands coming down to timidly tangle shaking fingers in his hair. The knot in her core was tightening causing her body to stiffen. "W.. What's..." His tongue pressed flat against her causing her to moan again confusion filling her mind as she began to build towards her unknown orgasm. Before she could stop the words they were tumbling past her lips. "Please..... Yes.... Sir!" Before she could crest over the bank of pleasure he was gone. A moan of need left her as she pressed her hips forward to find him. She let out a whine sounding like a small child that didn't get a loli. Opening her eyes she found his staring down at her.

He leaned forward hovering over her as his fingers drew down her stomach before beginning to tease her folds, exploring the wetness between her thighs. Bending further he kissed her, forcing her to taste herself as he bagen to work the back towards the crest.

 

[cgraven]

Batard took advantage of the stunning little redhead’s confusion. There was no doubt in his mind that this gorgeous young creature was an innocent. He savored the little gasps that bubbled from her lips , the way her back arched and she pressed her sweet little pussy to him when his tongue first caressed her clit. Batard loved toying with Grace’s innocent young body as his tongue drew sensual little moans and little mewing’s that bubbled from her moist ripe lips. Her body was highly responsive and that pleased him.

“Sir…..” Grace gasped her voice trailing off into a sensual little moan of pleasure. The young redhead’s trembling fingers timidly tangle in his hair. "W.. What's..." Grace sighed and seemed amaze and confused the way her supple young body was responding to Batard sexual assault on her. It was if her treacherous young body had a mind of its own and despite all that she had been taught Grace gasped "Please..... Yes.... Sir!". The words had bursting from the young beauty moist ripe lips as she shamelessly pressed her juicy young pussy to Batard’s mouth.

Before she could crest over the bank of pleasure that he left her tittering on, he was gone. A moan of need bubbled from Grace as she pressed her hips forward to find his devilish tongue. When the girl’s soft Green eyes fluttered open Batard was hovering over her, his fingers sensually trailed down her abdomen before slipping between Grace’s velvet thighs. He rolled her throbbing clit under the pad of his thumb as his hingers began to fuck Graces tight little pussy. Batard smiled as the tip of his finger brushed Grace’s maidenhead, the chaste symbol of her virginity. So, this young innocent was a virgin, well he thought not for much longer. Bending over Batard sensually and passionately kissed Grace, forcing her to taste herself, as he began to work his way down the sensual curves of her torso, Grace’s hungering and needy pussy. He paid particular attention to all the little hidden spots that he knew would enflame Grace’s growing arousal. His kisses explored the firm contours of her breasts and nipples, reamed out her dimpled naval, and a lover’s nip to the little hollow where her hip and thigh met.

Batard’s mouth, lips, tongue, and teeth joined his fingers as he claimed the young redhead’s pussy. With a flick of his tongue he drove over the edge of the abyss and into a soul searing orgasm. As the young beauty was engulfed in a tidal wave of sensations Batard ripped a series of cascading orgasms from the young innocent. Grace lay there, her gorgeous young body bathed in a fine sheet of sweat, her supple young body shimmering so sensually.

“Monique!” Batard call. “Bring me the kit. “Yes Master.” Moments later Monique returned with a bowl of hot water, towel, soap and a razor. He smiled as the cold steel of the razor touched Grace’s warm supple skin. Batard started to shave the young redhead’s Vinous Mound. Each rasping pass of the razor left nothing but bear skin in its wake. Not a single red hair was left to hide Grace’s pussy from him. He kissed her newly shaved pussy.

He scooped the spent and exhausted young beauty into his arms and carried her to her bed. Batard kissed Grace’s forehead and each of her eyes as he laid her in bed. “Monique the dove gray suit for our young Miss.” Monique smiled, “Yes Master.” Now it was Batard’s turn to smile, “Then meet me in the Playroom. Monique laid out the dove gray business suit with matching heels. It would fit Grace like a second skin and the helm would be two inches above her knees. The blouse was virginal white and translucent. There where silk stockings, a thong, but no bra. Monique little pink tongue slid across her lips as she looked lustfully on the sleeping young innocent. “Soon my dear, soon you shall be mine.

 

[Marine_chica]

Grace's world was spinning, her head filled with lustful thoughts she had never before dreamt of. His tongue was creating a ball of ripe pleasure within the deepest part of her core. His fingers entered her, caressing her inner innocence and small white hot bursts of pleasure consumed her with each inward stroke. Before she could conplerhend the intense desire coarsing through her she felt her body convulsed, her toes curling as goosebumps ran along her smooth skin. Her orgasmic moan was raw, vulnerable and heady with the pleasure she was drowning in. By the time her orgasm subdued she was left panting, eyes fluttering shut. All energy gone she was barely concoius enough to hear him call for a kit.

She could feel cool feel warm water against her overly sensitive sex causing her to twitching slightly as he cleaned her. His touch was gently as she felt cool metal against her warm skin. She remained still for his work, not having the energy to investigate. Before long she was half asleep and was more relaxed than she had ever been in her life.

Strong arms scooped her like a small child causing her to melt into his chest. She could smell his cologne, feel the strength in his muscles. He was gentle with her once more as he laid her down in the plush bed. Sinking into its warm sheets and plush pillows she felt as though she was already in dream land. It took no time for her to fall into a feel pleasure enduced coma like sleep. Little did she know how drastic her world had now changed.


******

Grace woke slowly reaching out to hit the small alarm beside her bed. She hadn't set it but assumed it was pre-programmed. Very gingerly she say up in the large bed trying to remember what happened the night before. She had indulged in a little to much wine. Thankfully no hang over but she was a little disoriented. She was nude for one, she didn't remember coming to bed let along stripping. She never slept in the nude. Secondly she hoped she hadn't made a fool of herself in front of Mr. Batard.

Sliding out of bed she was a little wobbly on her feet but nothing a good breakfast and some clean cool water wouldn't fix. She moved to her bathroom knowing she needed. To get a move on. She didn't want to be late for her first day of work. Teeth brushed, face washed, hair styled and make up don't it didn't take her long to return to her bedroom looking more put together. She still looked innocent with her natural looking makeup though she did let her curls remain down today. Stopping at the folded clothes left for her she reached out grabbing the small thong left for her. It wasn't hers and it looked smaller than the one she usually wore to feel like an adult. Carefully she slide them up before stopping. She hadn't shaved herself last night... Had she? She ran her fingers along the smooth soft skin shaking her head. She didn't remember doing something like that but maybe she just couldn't remember. Shaking her head she tugged the tight thing over her hips. It hugged her cleft tightly but otherwise fit just fine. The skirt on the other hand was tight, fitting like a second skin and was much shorter than she was used to. Was this how business women dressed? Tugging the hem to ensure her behind and thing clad pussy were covered she pulled on the silk stocking before beginning to search for the bra. It took her ten minutes to realize that every bra she owned was gone. Biting her lip she turned back to the remaining items. Carefully pull thing the blouse on she buttoned up before tucking it into her skirt. The was sheer to say the least leaving nothing to the imagination on what her pert breasts looked like. Biting her lip she stepped into high heels.

She stared in the mirror for a few moments to take herself in only to hear Monique and Mr. Batard speaking downstairs about breakfast. She knew she needed to hurry so she wasn't late. Turning she moved quickly to the door and rushed down the stairs almost losing her balance on the way down. Making her way to the dining room her had her arms up trying to cover her chest when she stepped into the doorway but before she fully entered his voice from the night before sent goosebumps across her skin. "Don't ever hide yourself from me again." With a blush her arms lowered and she entered trying to be confident. "Good morning sir."

 

[cgraven]

Monique and Batard where laying their plans for Grace’s seduction when they heard her coming down the front staircase. Grace knew she needed to hurry so she wasn't late. Turning the pretty young redhead moved quickly to the door and rushed down the stairs, she almost lost her balance on the way down, anxious to make a good impression on her first day.

Batard turned as the clicking of Grace’s heels on the marble floor of the hall. The young redhead’s arms where crossed across her breasts in an attempt to maintain some sense of modesty. Batard gave Grace a stern look and it seemed to trigger a half memory from the night before,"Don't ever hide yourself from me again." With a blush Grace’s arms lowered and she entered trying to be confident. "Good morning sir."

“Good morning Grace. Will you join Monique and me for breakfast?”. There was something about Batard’s invitation that was more akin to a command than a friendly invitation. As they sat down Monique said. “Grace you look tense.” Monique came up behind Grace and began to sensually message the young girl’s neck and shoulders. Batard watched as Monique hands began to move lower on Grace’s shoulders and slipped between the girl’s silken blouse and her warm soft skin. Monique hands cupped Grace’s breasts as she played with the girl’s nipples.

Batard saw that Grace was both aroused and shocked by what was happening. “Grace are not Monique’s hands marvelous? I do like it when the members of my household are comfortable with each other.” As Batard was speaking Monique bent over and whispered in Grace’s ear, “Lets get you out of that blouse my dear.” Monique did not wait for and answer but began to unbuttoning Grace’s blouse. “Monique you do please me……… Grace.” It was clear that Batard approved of what Monique was doing.

The soft padding of a large hound came softly into the room to sit beside his master.

 

[Marine_chica]

Monique's touch suprised her causing her to jump. Looking up at the woman she seemed uncomfortable. Why was she touching her like this? In front of Mr. Batard. What was she to do? She shifted slightly as her hands began to wander. Closing her eyes she tried to remain calm but she felt as though her heart might pound right out of her chest. "S. Sir.." Her voice was nearly a quiver of uncertain sound while Monique's fingers played with her hardening nipples. Swallowing she tried to hold back the moan that threatened to expose her. She could feel the woman's breath against her ear but could barely comprehend what she had said. Before she could pull her thoughts together the cool air of the room stoked her pale skin. With a gasp her eyes opened to find Mr. Batard watching intensely.

"Monique you do please me……… Grace.”

It was as if something clicked. This is what he wanted, what he expected of her. She was his personal assistant, her naive mind believed that she was simply to follow his needs. She could hear the padding of paws in the hard wood floor as she leaned into Monique's grasp. "Sir... I... Didn't know you owned a dog." Her voice trembled but she didn't hide herself nor did she stop the woman's touch. Reaching up she ran her fingers along her arms looking up at her.

"T... That does feel good ma'am." Grace was trying desperately to relax and please her boss. His voice filled the room as he began to speak about what they would be doing for the day as if he wasn't watching his maid molesting his intern.

 

[cgraven]

The look on young Grace’s face was priceless when Monique’s hands began to move lower on Grace’s shoulders then slipped between the girl’s silken blouse and her warm soft skin. Monique hands cupped Grace’s breasts as she played with the girl’s nipples. It was clear that Grace was surprised Monique's touch causing the young naïve beauty to jump. Grace looked up at Monique and she seemed uncomfortable with the overt sexual situation. The young redhead turned her soft emerald green eyes towards Batard. "S. Sir.." Grace’s soft angelic voice was nearly a quiver of uncertainty as Monique's fingers played with her hardening nipples. A low soft moan of pleasure bubbled from Grace’s moist full lips; despite the fact the young redhead had tried in vain to swallow it. Grace’s eyes fluttered close as Monique continued her sexual assault on the innocent young beauty.

Monique bent over and whispered in Grace’s ear, “Let’s get you out of that blouse my dear.” Monique teeth nibbled at Grace’s ear. Monique did not wait for and answer but began to unbuttoning Grace’s blouse and slipped it from her shoulders leaving the young girl naked to the waist. Grace’s eyes snapped open and pleadingly sought Batard’s. He smiled into those stunning emerald green eyes, but what he said caught Grace by surprise. “Monique you do please me……… Grace are not Monique’s hands marvelous? I do like it when the members of my household are comfortable with each other.” This was hardly what the young girl had expected when she took the position of his personal assistant.

It was clear that Batard approved of what Monique was doing to Grace and there was no denying the sweet dark musky sent of the young girl’s growing arousal. When lucifer, Batard’s Great Dane, came padding in to set beside his Master. The befuddled Grace gasp, "Sir... I... Didn't know you owned a dog." Her voice trembled but she somehow knew not to hide herself, nor did she stop the Monique's touch. Grace reached up she ran her fingers along Monique’s arms looking up at her. "T... That does feel good ma'am."

There was no doubt that young Grace was falling under the sensual and seductive manipulation of Monique’s talented hands. The young girl was confused but seeing that her boss defiantly approved of what Monique was doing to her Grace was trying desperately to relax and please her boss.

Monique again nibbled Grace’s ear as she whispered. “Lucifer is a very talented dog Grace and it you are a very good girl perhaps you will find out how talented he is.” There was a knowing glance that passed between Batard and Monique.

When Grace looked up at Monique the maid mouth lowered to hers,. At first Monique kisses were teasing and fleeting leaving Grace to wonder had she really been kissed. But then they slowly became more passionate, lingering and growing deeper as they lead the naïve young beauty deeper and deeper into her Bosses sensual world. Monique kiss had become the only thing in Grace’s young world. There was no past, there was no future, there was just here and now and that one kissed they shared.

When Monique finally broke their sensual kiss Batard asked his aroused young assistant, “Do you like dog’s Grace?” Then Monique cooed, “Lets get you out of that skirt love.”

 

[Marine_chica]

Monique's kiss was surprising but it made her hear skip a beat. The young girl was slowly falling deeper into her boss' world. After a few moments of lingering kisses Monique deepened it causing Grace to moan against her lips. Kissing her back she could hear a ringing in her ears as her world tipped over the place where she could turn back. She could hear and feel Monique's excited breath and for a moment she wondered if this was what true love felt like but this wasn't anywhere near love. This was pur unbridled lust.

"Do you like dogs Grace?" His voice brought her back to her senses, licking her lips she looked to Batard. "I love dogs sir I always wanted one as a child but...." Her voice trailed off slightly. The truth was her parents had barely made enough to feed themselves during her childhood let alone being able to afford a dog companion though she was sure she would have been less lonely when she was young had she had a pet. Biting her lip bottom lip she looked down at the beautiful dog, reaching out to it as Monique urged her to stand.

Experienced fingers worked the zipper of her skirt as Grace felt the hot breath of Lucifer against her hand. Glancing to the maid when she felt the fabric leave her skin she shivered. The cold air causing goosebumps to rise on her thighs and along her hips. The tight thong left little to the imagination as she stood before them cheeks pink. The freckles across her shoulders stood out stark against her cream colored skin. "s... Sir.." She turned her gaze back to Batard not sure what she was to do next.

 

[cgraven]

It was clear that Monique's kiss was surprising to Grace to say the least, but it made her innocent heart skip a beat. Batard was pleased as the young girl was slowly falling deeper into his sensual and seductive world. He watched as Grace after, a few moments of the lingering kisses, Monique deepened them causing Grace to moan against her lips then kissing her back as Grace fell into an unbridled moment of pure lust.

Grace’s boss’ words broke into Grace’s growing world of lust. "Do you like dogs Grace?" His voice brought her back to her senses, licking her lips she looked to Batard. "I love dogs sir I always wanted one as a child but...." Batard smiled and patted Lucifer’s head as he exchanged a knowing look with Monique. Their plans for Grace’s seduction were going better than they had hoped for.

Monique experienced fingers worked the zipper of her skirt as Grace felt the hot breath of Lucifer against her hand. The young girl’s skirt cascaded down her shapely legs leaving grace standing before her boss in nothing but her skimpy thong. Monique’s finger traced the string of Grace’s thong as Batard calmly commanded Grace to remove her thong. Both Monique and Lucifer waited to see that last shred of clothing was discarded to reveal the young redhead beauty to stand before them in all her naked glory. A tasty little morsel just waiting to be devoured.

"s... Sir.." She turned her gaze back to Batard not sure what she was to do next.