"Okay. I could ask you to sell your car and give me the money," he said, keeping his gaze steady on hers. "Your house too, for that matter. What do you think they're worth now?"
Jessica just stared back, unable to speak. She took a deep breath. "That won't help much."
"Oh? Why not?"
"The car is eight years old, you'd probably get six thousand for it. The house is heavily mortgaged. If we sold it now, with the market conditions currently, I'd probably only clear ten thousand, which I'd have to split with Bill." Tears came to her eyes. "Then I'd have to find another place to live anyway, so some of that money would be spent on rent and moving expenses."
Mathew waited, watching her. He wanted her to come up with another solution. When she didn't say anything, he prompted her. "Well, I guess that's it, then."
"No." Her voice was small. "I-I could be your girl, do anything you wanted me to do."
"What does that mean, exactly?"
She blushed pink. "You know, anything you wanted. You could, um, make love to me anytime, like right here, in your office."
"So you're offering me your services as a sexual slave?"
She just nodded, worrying her lower lip with her teeth.
"What's that? I didn't hear you."
"Yes, I'd be your sex slave. Anything but be arrested for what I've done."
Mathew sat back in his chair, his hands crossed over his stomach. He knew this was every man's dream, to have a woman willing to give herself to him in every way imaginable. When he'd first learned about her duplicity, his immediate thought had been, turn her in. Let the police handle it.
But later, when he'd had time to think about it, he had to admit, he'd entertained fantasies about her as a subservient woman. Of course, he'd dismissed them as just that, fantasies. Now she was asking him to express his deep hidden desires. Dare he speak them out loud?
"Take off your clothes." The words erupted from him as if he were possessed. He bit the inside of his cheek, expecting her to scream or stalk out. Instead, she simply stared at him.
"That's your price?"
Mathew made a dismissive sound. "No, that's good faith bargaining on your part. You brought it up. I'm the wounded party here, you understand. I want to see what you're offering. When you're naked, we can begin negotiations in earnest. If not..." He nodded toward the phone.
Her eyes bored into his for a long moment, then she stood and shucked off her suitcoat and began unbuttoning her ivory silk blouse. Mathew watched, mesmerized, as her lacy bra came into view. Jessica separated the last button and pulled the sides apart, giving him a full view of her heaving chest, mottled pink with embarrassment. She paused, trying to catch her breath. Jessica shrugged her shoulders and let the blouse slip down her tan arms. She folded it and carefully laid it over the back of her chair. With her back to him, she unclasped her bra, shrugged out of it, and placed it over the blouse.
She turned back to Mathew and allowed him to stare at her erect breasts. He noticed how her skin coloring gave them a bronze tone and the areolas were light chocolate brown. Her breasts hung perfectly, defying gravity. Mathew realized his mouth had come open, so he closed it with a nearly audible snap.
Jessica unzipped her skirt. She stepped out of it gracefully, as if she'd put on a show many times before. He stared at her panty hose-encased legs, the white triangle of her panties above. He found himself getting a little short of breath as well and his cock swelled and threatened to burst from his pants. He shifted in his seat and waited.
Jessica hooked both thumbs into the waistband of her pantyhose and tugged them down over her hips. Her panties were caught up along with them, revealing the dark furry mound between her legs. She sat on the edge of the chair and removed the pantyhose, one leg at a time. She averted her eyes, clearly embarrassed, but determined to get it over with. He wondered how the Faustian bargain he'd entered into here might end. Would it ruin his career as well as hers? He knew he should just call the cops, but seeing her obeying his commands, he thought he might play it out a little longer. Just to see how far it would go.
Jessica finished rolling the hose down her long, copper-colored legs. She picked up the discarded garments and piled them onto the back of the chair, on top of her other clothes. Then she turned and sat, facing Jack, her legs casually crossed at her knees.
"Like this?" She asked, her voice quavering. She took a deep breath.
"Yess," he found the word came out elongated, despite his efforts to be cool. He mentally shook himself, trying to get back on track. After all, he was in charge. She would do anything he demanded, rather than face ruin.
"No," he contradicted himself. "Put your feet flat on the ground, let your legs come apart."
Jessica did as he asked, letting him get a good view of her bushy vee, the enticing folds of skin below.
"That'll have to go," he said, pointing.
She looked down. "That? You mean...?"
"Yes. I want you to keep it shaved from now on. Or maybe get one of those Brazilian waxes."
She shook her head slightly, as if in disbelief, but didn't argue. "Okay."
"You'd no longer be my CFO, of course. Instead, you'd be at my beck and call for whatever I wanted. I'd move you into the smaller office next door."
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