Chapter 1: Opening Image
"Lisa," he began, his voice a low, gravelly rumble, like distant thunder. He leaned in, his breath warm against her ear, and she felt a shiver run down her spine. "I find myself drawn to the innocent allure of a woman who's seen a few decades, yet still carries the freshness of youth. I'm captivated by the subtle curves of a woman who's worn the world's touch, yet remains unspoiled. I'm particularly fond of the delicate swell of a woman's breasts, the way they fill out a simple cotton bra, or the way they peek out from beneath a loose blouse. I'm enthralled by the slender lines of a woman's legs, the way they taper down to delicate ankles, and the way they move with a grace that's both innocent and alluring. And I'm utterly captivated by the way a woman's body can betray her most intimate thoughts, the way her skin flushes, the way her breath hitches, the way her heart races. I'm especially fond of the way a woman's body can reveal her most secret desires, even when she's too embarrassed to admit them.
Today, however, the skyline seemed dull, the city's usual buzz obscured by a storm cloud of uncertainty hanging over Bob's mind.
Bob needed to reduce two of the three of his senior vice presidents, who all made a massive salary over $400,000 a year. Bob decided that he would send an email to each of the wives secretly and call them to his office to let them know of the pending reduction in force.
Bod sent the following text to each of the wives:
Dear Mrs X - this is Bob the CEO at your husbands company. I am sending this text to you for you to come to my office today to discuss a very important matter regarding your husband's future. Please show up and dress appropriately in a skirt and blouse. I will meet with each of you for 15-20 mins and explain the nature of this meeting. Please be on time. See your appts below:
Margaret 12:00
Patrica 12:30
Lisa 1:00
Bob hit send and leaned back in his chair, rubbing his temples. He was not looking forward to the day ahead, but he knew that this was a necessary evil. He had always prided himself on his ability to make tough decisions, but this one was different. These weren't just employees, they were friends, colleagues he'd known for years.
At precisely 11:50, there was a soft knock on the door. Bob's assistant, Karen, poked her head in. "Margaret Smith is here," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Bob nodded, and Karen opened the door wider, allowing Margaret to enter.
Margaret was a petite woman, her blonde hair cut short and framing her round face. She wore a navy blue skirt and a white blouse, her hands clasped tightly in front of her. She looked nervous, her eyes darting around the room before settling on Bob.
"Thank you for coming, Margaret," Bob said, standing up and extending his hand. "Please, have a seat."
Margaret perched on the edge of the chair across from him, her hands still clasped in her lap. Bob sat back down, leaning forward on his desk.
"I'm sure you're wondering why I asked you here today," he began, his tone even and calm despite the turmoil inside him.
Margaret nodded, her eyes wide. "Is something wrong with James?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Bob hesitated, choosing his words carefully. "No, nothing like that. Your husband is in good health. But I'm afraid there's a situation at work that I need to discuss with you."
Margaret's eyebrows furrowed, confusion playing on her features. "What kind of situation?" she asked, her voice a little firmer this time.
"You know how much James loves his job, and he's always said how much he appreciates working under you."
Bob nodded, appreciating her candor. "Yes, I know. And that's why I'm here. I value James' work ethic and dedication, but the company is facing some challenges. We need to make some changes to stay competitive." Bob took a deep breath, hating what he was about to say. "We're looking at reducing the number of senior vice presidents and I will be letting two of the SVP's go before the end of the week. I'm asking you here today so that you can influence my decision. I will be very direct with you since I have the other wives waiting in the lobby to receive the same information. You are an attractive woman, and I will leave it up to you to impress me, to influence me with your womanly charms and assets. Thats is it. If yiu choose not to participate, that is fine and your husband will lose his job this week. Do you have any questions?", Bob repeated with a soft but authorities tone. "I'm sorry to put you in this position, but these are tough times, and tough decisions must be made."
Margaret's eyes widened in shock, and she seemed to shrink even further into her chair. "You're saying you'll fire James based on...on whether I...?" She couldn't even finish the sentence, her face flushing a deep red.
Bob nodded, his expression unyielding. "That is correct Margaret."
Bob replied, his voice firm but not unkind. "I'm sure you understand the position I'm in. It's not personal, it's business. And sometimes, business can be tough."
Margaret sat in stunned silence for a moment, her mind racing. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. This was so... so wrong. But at the same time, she couldn't ignore the implication. James' job was on the line, and she had to do something.
She took a deep breath, steeling herself for what she was about to say. "And what...
what do you expect from me?" Margaret's voice trembled slightly, but her eyes held a newfound determination.
Bob sighed, running a hand through his graying hair. "I expect you to use your... charms, as I put it, to influence my decision. Make an impression, give me a reason to keep James on. It's not something I enjoy doing, but it's a reality of the business world."
Margaret stood up abruptly, her chair scraping against the floor. "You want me to... to what? Seduce you? Is that what this is about?" Her voice was steady, but her hands shook slightly.
"Margaret, I know this is a lot to take in, but that is exactly what i am saying," Bob said, his voice gentle. "I didn't mean to offend you. This is a challenging situation for all of us. I'm just being honest about what's at stake. I like a woman to expose herself and make me stare at her in whatever manner she desires."
Bob said with a stern and serious tone. "Your husband's job is on the line and this is the only way I can keep him on."
Margaret looked at Bob, her eyes wide with disbelief. "This is wrong, Bob. This is not how business should be done." She said, her voice firm but with a hint of pleading.
Bob leaned back in his chair, his expression unreadable. "I understand how you feel, Margaret. But you know as well as I do that in the corporate world, sometimes you have to do things you don't want to. This is one of those times. If you want out just say so, otherwise I will give you a few minutes right now to show me your interested and I will invite you back this afternoon for a one hour appointment. What would you like to do?," Bob asked.
Margaret bit her lip, thinking.
She couldn't believe she was even considering this and was scared and embarrassed. But James' job was at stake. He was the provider, the one who put food on the table and a roof over their heads. She couldn't just walk away and let him lose his job.
"Alright," she said finally, her voice steady. "I'll do it. But I want you to know, Bob, this isn't right. And I won't do anything that makes me uncomfortable."
Bob nodded, a small smile playing on his lips and replied, "Understood. I appreciate your understanding, Margaret. Now, I have another appointment to keep so you have 5 minutes left to impress me." Bob said, glancing at his watch.
Margaret was scared beyond belief and didnt know what to do as this was against her morals and personality. She was sitting in front of Bob and thought that he did ask her to wear a skirt. She was nervous but
she knew that she didn't have a choice if she wanted to save her husband's job.
Margaret took a deep breath and slowly stood up from her chair. She smoothed down her skirt, trying to muster some courage from within. She walked around the desk, stopping in front of Bob. She looked at him, her heart pounding in her chest.
"I'm not sure what you want me to do," she said softly, her voice barely audible.
Bob looked up at her, his expression serious. "You don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with but i have always enjoyed your petitie frame, thin legs and I'm a big fan of a womans selection of panty that she likes," he said, his voice gentle.
Margaret blushed, her cheeks turning a bright red. "So, you want me to... show you?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper.
Bob nodded, his eyes never leaving hers. "Do what you want..... Remember, this is about your husband's job. And I appreciate your understanding in this matter."
Margaret took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves. She slowly lifted the hem of her skirt, inch by inch, revealing her bare legs. Bob watched, his expression unreadable. She stopped when the skirt was just above her knees, biting her lip nervously.
"Is this enough?"
Bob leaned back in his chair, his gaze taking in the sight of Margaret's legs. He nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. "Its your husbands job, you decide. I will not be telling you what to do Margaret."
Bob said, his voice firm but gentle. "I will leave that up to you. This isn't about me, it's about your husband's job. I am just giving you the opportunity to influence my decision."
Margaret bit her lip, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew she had to do something, but she was scared. She took a deep breath and slowly lifted her skirt higher, revealing more of her legs. He knew this was wrong, but he also knew that this was the only way to keep James' job secure. He was beginning to enjoy this but didnt want the women to know. He wanted to keep his composure and not let on that her actions were affecting him.
Margaret's hands were shaking as she continued to lift her skirt, revealing more of her thighs. She felt exposed and vulnerable, but she knew she had to do this for James. She bit her lip, her eyes fixed on Bob's face, waiting for his reaction.
Bob's expression was impassive, but Margaret could see the slight flicker in his eyes. He was affected by her actions, and that gave her a small sense of power. She took a deep breath and lifted her skirt a little higher, revealing the lacy edge of her panties.
She felt a rush of heat to her cheeks, knowing that she was exposing more of herself than she ever had before. She looked at Bob, her eyes filled with a mix of fear, shock and humiliation.
She couldn't believe she was standing in front of her husband's boss, showing him her legs and the edge of her panties. But she knew she had to do more if she wanted to save James' job.
Bob leaned forward in his chair, his eyes never leaving hers. He could see the struggle in her eyes, the internal battle she was fighting. He enjoyed putting her in this position, but he also knew that this was the only way. He was a man of business, and business sometimes required tough decisions.
"Margaret," he said softly, his voice gentle yet firm. "You're doing great. I can see how much this means to you.
And to James. Keep going."
Margaret's breath hitched, but she held Bob's gaze. She took a deep breath and slowly let her skirt fall back down to her knees. She saw the slight hint of disappointment in Bob's eyes, but she ignored it. She wasn't ready to go further, and she hoped Bob would understand.
"I'm sorry, Bob," she said, her voice steady. "I can't do this. It's not who I am. I hope you understand."
Bob nodded, his expression turning to one of respect. "I do, Margaret. I admire your strength and your commitment to your values. I have the other wives waiting to come in. They may be more committed than you. Would you like to come back at 2:00 for our next appt or would you like to eliminate the opportunity?", Bob asked. Margaret hesitated, her brow furrowing in thought. She knew that other wives were waiting, and she also knew that she just couldn't quit just in case the other women would sacrifice their morals. She had her limits, and she had felt she just reached them but knew if her job lost his job it would devestate their family.
"I dont want to come back,but i feel like i have to" she replied, her voice firm. "This is humilatating Bob. It's not right. I am compromise my values and my marriage for a job, but I will come back."
She said, her voice shaking with emotion.
Bob nodded, a hint of regret in his eyes. "I understand, Margaret. And I appreciate your willingness to do what it takes for your husband's job. That shows your commitment and love for him." He said, his voice gentle.
"Thank you, Bob. But please, don't make this any harder than it already is." She replied, her voice filled with emotions.
Bob stood up and walked around his desk to where Margaret was standing. He put a gentle hand on her shoulder and gave it a squeeze. "I won't, Margaret. I promise.
I know this is difficult. But remember, this is about James' job. And you're doing what you can to protect it."
Margaret nodded, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. She felt a mix of humiliation, anger, and resolve. She wanted to scream and shout at Bob, tell him how wrong this was, but she knew that wouldn't help James. So, she swallowed her pride and straightened her shoulders.
"I'll see you at 2:00 then," she said, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside her. She turned and walked out of the office, her head held high.
She could feel Bob's eyes on her as she left, and she shivered despite herself. She didn't want to think about the implications of what she had just agreed to do. She just wanted to get out of there and try to forget about this whole sordid affair.
As she reached the elevator, she saw Patricia Wilson sitting in the waiting area, her long brunette hair perfectly coiffed and her clothing immaculate. Patricia looked up as Margaret approached and offered her a small smile. Then Patrica stood up and walked to Bob's office.
She knocked on the door, and Bob opened it with a smile. "Come in, Patricia. Thank you for coming."
Patricia nervously smiled back, her eyes warm and her body nervous and her hands shaking. "Of course, Bob. I'm always happy to help, especially when it comes to David's career."
Bob gestured for her to take a seat, and she did so gracefully, crossing her legs and leaning forward slightly. "So, Patricia, I won't beat around the bush. I'm considering letting two of the senior vice presidents go, and David is one of them.
I wanted to give you the opportunity to influence my decision," Bob said, his voice steady and professional.
He saw Patricia's eyes widen slightly in surprise, but she quickly composed herself.
"I see," she said, her voice calm and collected. "And how exactly do you expect me to do that?"
Bob leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers in front of him. "I believe you know what I'm asking, Patricia. You're a smart woman, and you know the kind of industry we're in. Sometimes, tough decisions need to be made, and sometimes, we have to use... unconventional methods to get the results we want."
Patricia nodded slowly, her eyes never leaving Bob's.
"I see," she said again, her voice measured. "You're asking me to... persuade you to keep David on. Is that correct?"
Bob leaned forward, his elbows resting on his desk. "Yes, that's correct, Patricia. I'm giving you the chance to influence my decision. It's not an easy one to make, and I value your input."
Patricia took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling slightly. "And what do you expect from me, Bob?" she asked, her voice steady. "What do you want me to do?"
Bob hesitated for a moment, then spoke.
"Patricia, I'm going to be candid with you. I'm looking for a... demonstration of your commitment to David's career. I want to see how far you're willing to go to keep him in his position. I like a woman who can be seductive, naughty, exposing her herself and getting me aroused."
Patricia's eyes widened at his bluntness, but she didn't flinch. She was a woman who knew her worth, and she wasn't about to be intimidated. She uncrossed her legs and recrossed them the other way, her skirt riding up slightly to reveal more of her thigh.
"And what makes you think I would be willing to do that, Bob?" she asked, her voice cool and collected. "You should know better than to make assumptions about a woman, especially one like me."
Bob smiled, appreciating her confidence. "You're right, I shouldn't.
But I've seen your work at the church, Patricia. Your ability to inspire and influence others. I thought, maybe, you could use that same skillset here," Bob replied, his voice smooth.
Patricia raised an eyebrow, her lips curling into a small smile. "Inspire and influence, huh? You make it sound like I'm giving a sermon."
Bob chuckled, the sound deep and warm. "Well, you certainly have a way with words. And with people. That's why I think you're the perfect person for this...
situation."
Patricia stood up, walked over to the window, and adjusted the blinds, letting in a sliver of natural light. She turned to face Bob, her hands on her hips. "You know, Bob, I've always admired your straightforwardness. It's one of the things I respect about you. But this... this is something else."
Bob stood up as well, walking around to the front of his desk. "I apologize if I've made you uncomfortable, Patricia. That's not my intention. I just want to be clear about what's at stake here.
David's job, his livelihood, his reputation. And I'm asking you to do something that goes against your values, your morals. I know that's not easy," Bob said, his voice steady and low.
Patricia turned to face him, her eyes meeting his. "You're right, Bob. It's not easy. But I'm also a realist. I know how the world works, and I know that sometimes, you have to do things you don't want to. For the greater good."
Bob nodded, appreciating her understanding. "That's the spirit, Patricia. Now we are wasting time. I have Lisa waiting in the lobby to meet with me", Bob explained.
I need to know what you are willing to do. If you are not willing to do this, I will let you go and take the next woman's offer. I need to make a decision today," Bob said, his voice firm yet gentle.
Patricia took a deep breath, her eyes never leaving Bob's. She knew what she had to do, even if it went against every fiber of her being. She walked over to Bob, stopping just inches away from him. She could feel the heat radiating off his body, and she shivered slightly.
"I understand, Bob," she said, her voice steady.
"And I appreciate your honesty. I'll do what I can to... influence your decision."
Bob nodded, a hint of approval in his eyes. "I'm glad you see things my way, Patricia. You have my full attention...on that skirt of yours.?"
Bob asked, his voice low and gravelly. He took a step closer, his breath brushing against her face. Patricia stood her ground, looking up at him with a mix of defiance and vulnerability in her eyes.
"I'm not sure what you want me to do, Bob," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm not... experienced in these kinds of things."
Bob smiled, a slow, lazy smile that sent a shiver down Patricia's spine. "I already told you what Im looking for, seductive, naughty and bold, Patricia. Just a little show of... enthusiasm. A little taste of what you can do.
I want to see how far you're willing to go to keep David's job secure, but your wasting time. You can go if you want," Bob said, his voice a low growl.
"Or you can stay and show me what you've got. The choice is yours."
Patricia bit her lip, her eyes flickering with uncertainty. She knew what she had to do, but she was scared. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for what was to come.
"I'll stay," she said, her voice steady despite the storm of emotions raging inside her. "Good. Now, let's see what you've got, Patricia."
Patricia took a deep breath and began to play with her skirt, her fingers trembling slightly.
She knew what she had to do, but her body was betraying her with its nervousness. She looked up at Bob, her eyes locked onto his, and slowly started to lift her skirt.
Bob watched, his eyes following the movement of her hands. He could see the hesitation in her, the fear and uncertainty, but he also saw the determination. He admired her strength, even if he was the one forcing her into this situation.
Patricia lifted her skirt higher, inch by inch, revealing more of her thighs. She felt exposed, vulnerable, but she also felt a strange sense of power. She was in control, not Bob.
She was the one who would decide how far this would go, and she was the one who would stop it if it went too far.
Patricia's skirt was now at mid-thigh level, and she could see Bob's eyes darkening with desire. She felt a flush of power coursing through her veins. She was doing this for David, for their future, for their family. She had to remind herself of that, or she might lose her nerve.
Bob was leaning against his desk, his arms crossed over his chest, watching her with a predatory intensity.
Patricia's skirt was now just below her buttocks, and she could feel the cool air of the office against her exposed skin. She swallowed hard, her heart pounding in her chest like a drum.
"You have my attention so far, Patricia. You know what a camel toe is for a woman right? I know you do," Bob said, his voice a low growl.
His eyes were fixed on her thighs, and he could see the goosebumps rising on her skin. He was enjoying this, enjoying the power dynamic, the control he had over these women. He wanted all the excitement and he was willing to see each woman put herself out there when he mentioned their panties.
Patricia hesitated, biting her lip. She knew what Bob wanted, but she wasn't sure she could go through with it. She took a deep breath and slowly ran her hands down her thighs, her fingers tracing the edge of her panties.
She looked up at Bob, her eyes wide and filled with a mix of fear and determination. "I'm not sure I can do this, Bob," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Bob's expression softened, and he took a step closer to her. "Its up to you, Patricia," he said gently.
"You're in control here. Remember that."
Patricia took a deep breath, steeling herself. She knew what she had to do, even if it made her feel uncomfortable. She looked up at Bob, her eyes filled with a mixture of fear and resolve.
"Alright," she said, her voice steady. "But only if you promise to make this quick and painless."
Bob nodded, a hint of respect in his eyes. "I promise. I won't draw this out any longer than necessary."
Patricia took a deep breath and slowly moved her hands to the sides of her panties, ready to expose herself to Bob.
She closed her eyes, trying to block out her fear and embarrassment. She felt Bob's eyes on her, and she could feel her face flushing with humiliation.
"Open your eyes, Patricia," Bob said softly, his voice gentle yet firm.
Patricia opened her eyes and looked at Bob, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. She saw the lust in his eyes, and it made her feel even more humiliated. But she also saw something else - respect. He respected her for doing this for her husband's job.
"You're doing great, Patricia. Do you want to show me a camel toe?," Bob said, his voice low and soothing.
He could see the conflict raging inside her, the struggle between her morals and her desperation to keep David's job. He knew he held all the power in this situation, and it made him feel a strange mixture of excitement and guilt.
Patricia took a deep breath and slowly pulled her panties up so they were very tight against her sex and caused them to crease in, revealing the shape of her intimate area. She felt her cheeks burn with humiliation, but she kept her eyes on Bob, determined to see this through.
She knew that if she could just get through this, she could save David's job, and that was all that mattered.
Bob nodded approvingly, his eyes never leaving her as she complied with his request. He could see the humiliation and discomfort on her face, but he also saw the determination. She was doing this for her husband, and that was something he admired.
"Good girl," he said softly, his voice gentle. "You're doing just fine."
Patricia took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, and her hands were shaking slightly.
But she held Bob's gaze, refusing to look away.
"Can I... can I put my skirt back down now?"
Bob nodded, a hint of sympathy in his eyes. "No, Patricia. Tell me what you are showing me and open your legs more," Bob instructed.
Patricia hesitated for a moment, feeling a wave of embarrassment crash over her. But she remembered her goal - to save David's job. She took a deep breath and opened her legs wider, revealing more of her intimate area.
"Now tell me what you are doing and describe what I am looking at, Patricia," Bob said, his voice a low growl.
He could see the hesitation in her eyes, the struggle between her desire to comply and her humiliation. He wanted to push her, to see how far she would go for her husband's job.
Patricia's breath hitched, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She knew what Bob wanted to hear, but the words stuck in her throat. She felt like she was betraying herself, her values, her morals. But she also knew that she had no choice. She took a deep breath and forced the words out.
"I'm... I'm showing you my camel toe, Bob," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
"What is a camel toe Patricia? Be detailed in your explanation please", Bob asked.
Patricia's cheeks turned a deeper shade of red, and she swallowed hard, trying to find the right words. She couldn't believe she was actually doing this, but she knew that she had to push through if she wanted to keep David's job secure.
"A camel toe is... it's when a woman's panties are tight against her... her private area, and it creates a sort of crease or outline. It's... it's a term for when a woman's private parts are visible through her clothing," Patricia explained, her voice trembling slightly.
Bob nodded, his eyes never leaving Patricia's intimate area.
"Very good, Patricia. You're doing just fine. Now, tell me, what your looks like. And what if i smelled it.....what would i smell?, Bob asked.
Patricia's cheeks turned an even deeper shade of red, feeling more exposed and humiliated than ever before.
"Bob, I can't," she said, her voice trembling. "That's too far. I can't do that."
Bob nodded, understanding her hesitance but then replied, "I know it's a lot to ask, Patricia. But I need to make a decision, and I need all the information I can get. But you can leave if you want. I have Lisa waiting to come in and see me about her husbands job," Bob explained.
Patricia took a deep breath, gathering her courage. "I understand, Bob. But I can't...
describe that," Patricia admitted, her voice barely a whisper. She felt tears welling up in her eyes, and she quickly brushed them away. She couldn't believe she was even considering what Bob was asking of her. It went against everything she believed in, everything she stood for.
But at the same time, she knew that David's job was on the line. If she walked away now, there was no guarantee that Lisa, or even Margaret, wouldn't be willing to go further. She couldn't risk it. She had to find a way to save David's job, even if it meant compromising her own values.
She took a deep breath and began, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside her.
"Bob, I can't... I can't describe what it smells like. But I can tell you this - it's clean, fresh, and it smells like... like a woman should," she said, her voice filled with determination and humiliation.
Bob nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. "I appreciate your honesty, Patricia. And I admire your commitment to your husband's career. Look down at yourseld and describe in graphic detail of what it looks like with your white panties being pulled in between your sex in very vivid and graphic detail."
Patricia hesitates, her breath hitching in her throat. She knows what Bob is asking, but she's never had to describe herself like this before. She takes a deep breath, steeling herself for what she has to do.
"Okay," she says, her voice barely above a whisper. "My panties are pulled up tight, so tight that they're cutting into my skin. The fabric is white, almost see-through in places, and I can see the outline of my... of my labia through it. The seam of my panties is pressed against me, creating a crease that runs all the way down, ending just at the top of my... my vagina.
The fabric is so tight that it's creating a camel toe, exposing my intimate area in a way that's both humiliating and arousing. I can see the shadow of my pubic hair through the thin material, and I can feel the cool air of the office against my exposed skin. I feel like I'm on display, like I'm some sort of exhibit and I'm so humiliated.
"do you want to walk over her and push that camel toe into the tip of my nose?", Bob asks.
Patricia's eyes widen at his request, her cheeks flushing crimson with embarrassment. She can't believe he's asking her to do something so intimate, so...degrading. But she also knows that she's in too deep to back out now.
"Bob, I...I don't know if I can do that," she stammers, her voice barely audible.
Bob stares at her and waits for her next move.
Patricia's heart is pounding in her chest, her mind racing with a mix of humiliation, shame, and desperation. She knows that she can't back out now, not after coming this far. She takes a deep breath, steeling herself for what she's about to do.
"Okay, Bob," she says, her voice steady despite the storm of emotions inside her. "I'll do it."
Patricia takes a step forward, her heels clicking on the cold hardwood floor. She walks over to Bob, who is standing in front of her, his eyes locked onto hers.
His desire is evident in the way he looks at her, the way his breaths come out slightly heavier than before.
Patricia takes a deep breath, her heart pounding in her chest. She can feel the cool air of the office against her exposed skin, and she shivers slightly despite herself.
"Bob, I'm going to touch you now," she says, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside her. She reaches out, her hands trembling slightly as she cups Bob's face. She can feel the stubble on his chin, the roughness of his skin. She swallows hard, her cheeks flushing crimson with embarrassment.
She feels a mix of shame and determination as she leans in, her fingers gently gripping the sides of his face. She can feel his breath on her skin, his eyes locked onto hers. She knows what she has to do, and she's determined to see it through.
"Is this really necessary, Bob?" she asks softly, her voice filled with a mix of desperation and humiliation. She wants to make it clear that she's doing this against her will, that she's only doing it because she has no other choice.
Bob nods, his eyes never leaving hers. "I'm afraid it is, Patricia. Would you rather turn around and bend over and have me smell your ass up close?", Bob asks.
Patricia's eyes widen at his question, her cheeks flushing a deeper shade of red. She can't believe he's asking her to do something so intimate and humiliating. But she also knows that she has to do something if she wants to save David's job.
"I...I don't know if I can do that, Bob," she whispers, her voice trembling. "That's so...so degrading."
Bob's expression softens slightly, and he takes her hands in his. "I understand, Patricia. I really do. But you know the stakes here. It's either this or...or something worse.
It's up to you, Patricia," Bob said, his voice gentle yet firm. He could see the internal struggle playing out on her face, the war between her pride and her desire to protect her husband's livelihood. He wanted to give her an out, but he knew that she had to make this decision herself. He couldn't force her to do anything she wasn't comfortable with, but he also couldn't make the choice for her.
Patricia took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling with the weight of her decision. She looked into Bob's eyes, searching for any sign of doubt or uncertainty. She found none. He was determined, resolute.
She could see that he meant every word.
Patricia closed her eyes, taking a moment to center herself. She could do this. She had to do this. For David. For their family.
She took a deep breath and opened her eyes, her gaze locking onto Bob's. "I'll do it," she said, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside her. "But only because I have no other choice." And I respect your decision. Now, turn around and bend over."
Patricia hesitated for a moment before slowly turning around.
She placed her hands on Bob's desk, bending at the waist. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest as she looked back at Bob over her shoulder.
"Is this what you wanted?"
Bob stood up and walked over to Patricia, standing just behind her. He could see her back arching slightly, her white panties hugging her curves.
"Yes, this is what I wanted. Pull your panties down and pull your cheeks open for me," he replied, his voice low.
Patricia's heart was racing, her mind screaming at her to stop, to run, to do anything but this. But she knew she couldn't. Not if she wanted to save David's job. She took a deep breath and slowly did as Bob asked, revealing herself to him completely.
Bob looked down at her, his breath hitching in his throat. He could see the humiliation and shame written all over her face, and it only served to arouse him more. He knew this was wrong, that he was taking advantage of these women, but he couldn't deny the power it gave him.
He could see the struggle in Patricia's eyes, the war between her pride and her desire to protect her husband's job. He wanted to look away, to spare her this humiliation, but he couldn't. He had to see this through, had to make his decision.
Patricia's cheeks were flushed a deep red, her eyes wide with humiliation and shame. She could feel Bob's gaze on her, could feel the heat of his stare. She felt more exposed than she ever had in her life, more vulnerable. But she also felt a sense of determination, a resolve to do whatever it took to save David's job.
She knew that this was a dark, twisted game that Bob was playing, but she also knew that she had to play along if she wanted to come out on top.
Bob moved closer, his breath hot against her back. He could smell her, a mix of her perfume and her own unique scent. He took a deep breath, his desire growing.
"Tell me what you are doing and what I am looking at, Patricia," he said, his voice a low growl.
Patricia hesitated for a moment before responding, her voice shaking slightly. "I'm pulling down my panties and exposing my... my ass to you, Bob. I'm opening my cheeks so you can see... everything."
Bob stepped closer, his eyes roaming over her exposed flesh. He could see the goosebumps rising on her skin, the tremble in her limbs. He knew she was uncomfortable, humiliated, and he reveled in it.
"Good girl," he murmured, his voice filled with approval. "Now, tell me what I am looking at betwen your cheeks."
Bob instructed with a deep, commanding voice.
Patricia gulped, trying to steady her erratic breaths. "You're looking at... my puckered hole, Bob. My anus. It's... it's tight and pink." She swallowed hard, her cheeks burning with humiliation.
Bob leaned in closer, his breath hot against her exposed flesh. "Can you feel this?". Bob pushed the tip of his finger in her ass.
Patricia gasped, her body tensing. "Yes, I can feel that," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. She felt a wave of humiliation crash over her, but she refused to cry out, refused to give Bob the satisfaction.
Bob moved his finger in and out, slowly at first, then with a little more force. "Good," he said, his voice satisfied. "should i finger you ass or your vagina?"
Bob asked, his voice low and rough.
Patricia's breath hitched, and she clenched her fists on Bob's desk. "Either way, it's wrong, Bob," she whispered, her voice shaking. "You shouldn't be doing this. It's not right."
Bob ignored her protest, his finger still moving inside her. "I know, Patricia. But you knew the rules when you came in here. You agreed to do whatever it takes to save David's job. And right now, this is what it takes."
Patricia sighed, her body shaking with a mixture of humiliation and despair. She knew he was right.
She had agreed to this, and now she had to see it through. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, trying to block out the humiliation and the invasion of her body.
"Finger my ass, Bob. Get it over with," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Bob removed his finger and pushed two fingers into her anus, moving them in and out at a steady pace. Patricia gritted her teeth, her knuckles turning white as she gripped the desk. She could feel the burn, the stretch, and it was humiliating, but she endured it.
After a few minutes, Bob pulled his fingers out and offered it to her to smell.
"Smell it, Patricia. Smell your ass on my fingers," he said, his voice low and commanding.
Patricia hesitated before leaning forward and sniffing his fingers. The scent was musky and intimate, and she felt a wave of nausea wash over her. She quickly pulled away, her breath coming out in gasps.
"I can smell it," she said, her voice shaking. "Can I go now?"
Bob nodded, stepping back. "You did well, Patricia. You can go and come back at 3:00 today, OK?
,” Bob said, his voice still commanding but with a hint of compassion. He knew he had put her through a lot, and he appreciated her willingness to go through with it.
Patricia nodded, her body still trembling slightly as she stood up and quickly pulled her panties back up. She avoided Bob's gaze as she straightened her skirt and gathered her things.
“Thank you for your time, Patricia. I’ll see you at 3:00,” Bob said, his voice gentle.
Patricia nodded again and quickly left the office, her head held high despite the turmoil inside her.
She knew that she had just gone through something that she would never forget, something that would haunt her for years to come. But she also knew that she had done it for David, for their family. She had to keep reminding herself of that.
As she walked down the corridor, she could feel the eyes of the secretaries and other employees on her. She wondered if they knew what she had just done, if they could see the humiliation and shame written all over her face. She kept her head held high, refusing to give them the satisfaction of seeing her crumble.
She made it to the elevator and stepped inside, leaning against the wall as the doors closed behind her.
Lisa was next to show up.
She was a woman in her mid-50s, with long blonde hair and a small, petite body. She had low confidence, low self-esteem, and was shy and always wore conservative clothing. She was a housewife who spent most of her time at home, taking care of her husband and their children. She was sitting nervously in the waiting area, her hands tightly clasped in her lap, her body trembling slightly.
Bob's executive assistant, Mary, knocked on the door. "Your next appointment is here, Bob," she said, her voice steady and professional.
"Send her in, Mary.
Thank you," Bob replied, his voice steady and professional. He stood up from his desk and walked to the door, opening it to reveal Lisa standing in the hallway.
Lisa looked up at him with wide, fearful eyes, her body trembling slightly. She was dressed conservatively, as always, in a long-sleeved blouse and a knee-length skirt. She was clutching her purse tightly in her hands, her knuckles white from the force of her grip.
"Come in, Lisa," Bob said, stepping aside to let her enter.
Lisa hesitated for a moment before taking a deep breath and stepping into the office.
She kept her eyes on the floor, unable to meet Bob's gaze as she walked past him and took a seat in one of the chairs in front of his desk. She sat with her hands clasped tightly in her lap, her body shaking slightly with nerves.
Bob closed the door behind her and walked back to his desk, taking a seat in his leather chair. He looked at Lisa, his expression serious. He knew that she was nervous, but he also knew that she was here for a reason. He needed to get to the point.
"Lisa, I won't beat around the bush.
I'm considering letting go of Richard, and I wanted to give you the opportunity to... influence my decision," Bob said, his voice steady and calm.
Lisa looked up at him, her eyes wide with fear and surprise. "W-what do you mean, Bob? What could I possibly do to influence your decision?" she asked, her voice shaking slightly.
Bob leaned back in his chair, his eyes never leaving hers. "I believe you know what I mean, Lisa. But before we talk more about that, I need to let you know something important that you need to know. It may be uncomfortable, but I have no other way of telling you than be very direct."
Bob leaned backed and shared, "Lisa we caught Richard having sex with Margaret in the board room after closing hours. It was all caught on security camera".
Bob let the words hang in the air for a moment, watching as Lisa's face paled and her eyes widened in shock and disbelief. She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. She swallowed hard, her body trembling with a mix of fear, humiliation, and betrayal.
"I-I don't understand," she finally managed to say, her voice barely above a whisper. "That can't be true. Richard would never do something like that."
Bob sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I wish that were true, Lisa. But the evidence speaks for itself. We have it all on tape.
Richard is caught red-handed. We have no choice but to let him go. But I want to give you the chance to save his job. You can show me what you got and prove to me that you are worth keeping him." Bob said, his voice firm but gentle.
Lisa's hands flew to her mouth, stifling a sob. Tears welled up in her eyes and began to spill down her cheeks. Her body shook with the force of her emotions. She couldn't believe what Bob was saying. Richard was her husband, the father of her children. She had always trusted him, always believed in him. And now, this.
Lisa's mind was racing, trying to process what Bob was saying. Richard, her husband of twenty-five years, her rock, her stability, having an affair with Margaret, of all people? It was inconceivable. But there was the evidence, staring her in the face. She felt a cold, hard knot of betrayal and humiliation form in her stomach.
"I-I don't know what to say, Bob," she stammered, her voice barely audible. "I don't understand how this could happen. Richard loves me. He loves our family."
Bob sighed and leaned forward, his expression softening and replied, "well we have it on tape Lisa. If you would like to see it, I can show you. You can also hear everything they are saying." Bob said, his voice steady yet filled with empathy. He could see the pain and shock in Lisa's eyes, and a part of him felt bad for putting her through this. But he also knew that he had a job to do, and he had to make a tough decision.
Lisa hesitated, her breath hitching in her throat. She knew that she shouldn't, that seeing the tape would only hurt her more. But she also knew that she had to see it, had to know the truth for herself. She took a deep breath and nodded, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Yes, I want to see it."
Bob stood up and walked over to the computer on the side of his desk. He turned it on and clicked through a few files before pulling up the security footage. He turned the screen so Lisa could see it and hear it play.
Lisa watched in horror as Richard and Margaret came into view, their faces clear and unmistakable. They were laughing and joking, their bodies close together. Then, without warning, they were kissing, their hands roaming each other's bodies. Lisa felt a wave of nausea wash over her as she watched her husband, the father of her children, betray her in the most painful way possible. She watched Margaret sit on the board table and then spread her legs wide apart and rub the outside of her panties. Lisa could hear Margaret talk and say, "Do you like me rubbing my pussy for you Richard? Does this make your cock Hard? I know Lisa your wife is such a prude and nevers talks nasty for you or tries to turn you on by posing and being nasty for you." Richard replies, "oh Margaret you are turning me on again. Just like the other day in my office when your bent over and pulled your panties down and pulled your ass cheeks apart to let me smell your butthole and pussy. I cant wait for your to suck my cock and let me play with those big titis of yours." Lisa was in shock and disbelief when she then watched Margaret pull her panties off and then rubbed the panty crotch in Richards nose while she started unzipping his pants.
Richard's cock was already hard and Lisa knew she couldnt handle seeing anymore but she was paralyzed and couldnt look away.
"Lisa, I'm so sorry," Bob whispered, seeing the pain and humiliation in her eyes. He wanted to turn the video off, to spare her this agony, but he knew that she needed to see it, to fully understand the gravity of the situation.
When the video finally ended, Lisa was silent. She sat still, her eyes fixed on the blank screen, her mind racing with a thousand thoughts and emotions. She felt like she was in a daze, like none of this was real.
She couldn't believe what she had just seen, couldn't wrap her head around the fact that her husband, her partner, her best friend, had betrayed her in the most humiliating way possible.
"Lisa?" Bob asked, his voice soft and gentle. "Are you okay?"
Lisa looked up at him, her eyes filled with tears, her face pale and drawn. "No, Bob. I'm not okay. I don't know if I ever will be again."
Bob sighed and walked over to her, crouching down so that he was at eye level with her. "I'm so sorry, Lisa.
I truly am," Bob said, his voice filled with genuine sympathy. "But I need you to pull yourself together. I need you to be strong. We have Richard on video in another room when he and Margaret are having sex and he is telling her that you are not nasty enough for him and you dont talk nasty to him in bed. You have a choice to make here, and it's not going to be easy. But you have to make it, for yourself and for your family."
Lisa nodded, wiping away her tears with the back of her hand. "What choice do I have, Bob?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Bob stood up and walked back to his desk, taking a seat in his leather chair. He leaned forward, his elbows resting on the desk. "You have two choices, Lisa. Option one, you can walk out of this room, right now, and never speak of this again. Richard will be fired, and you and your family will have to deal with the consequences. Option two, you can stay, and you can show me that you're worth keeping him. You can show me that you're not just a 'prude' as Richard put it.
That you can be nasty, kinky, and that you're willing to do whatever it takes to save your marriage and your family's future." Bob's voice was firm, yet he could see the pain and humiliation in Lisa's eyes. He felt a pang of guilt, but he knew that he had to push her to make a decision. He needed to see what she was capable of, needed to see if she was truly worth keeping Richard on.
Lisa looked up at Bob, her eyes wide with disbelief. "You want me to... to prove that I'm not a prude? By doing what, exactly?" Lisa asked, her voice shaking slightly. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. Bob was asking her to prove that she wasn't a prude, that she could be kinky and nasty just like Margaret. The thought of it made her feel sick to her stomach, but she also knew that she had to do something if she wanted to save her marriage. "I'm just trying to help and be transparent here Lisa. Your husband shared some things on tape that I'm sure are embarrassing for you but that is his feelings and what he did is wrong. But this is up to you," Bob said softly.
Lisa was crying and replied,
"I can't believe you're making me do this. This is so wrong. I don't even know where to start."
Bob stood up and walked over to Lisa, crouching down in front of her. He took her hands in his, feeling her cold, trembling fingers. "I know this is hard, Lisa. Believe me, I do. But you have to understand, Richard's job is on the line here. And not just his job, but his reputation, his future, your future. You have to be willing to fight for what you want, but are those things Richard told Margaret true? Do you really not talk dirty to him? Do you not do the things he wants in bed? Because if you do, then maybe it's time to show me. Show me that you're the wife he deserves, that you're the one who can give him what he needs. Show me that you're worth keeping him on."
Bob's voice was firm, but there was a hint of gentleness in his eyes. He knew this was hard for Lisa, but he also knew that she had to make a choice. He couldn't make it for her.
Lisa looked down at their hands, her eyes filled with tears. She knew Bob was right.
She had to do something. Richard had always complained that she was too prim and proper in the bedroom, that she didn't know how to let loose and be wild. She had always dismissed it as him wanting something unnatural, something she wasn't comfortable with. But now, she realized that maybe she had been wrong. Maybe she had been too prudish, too afraid to step out of her comfort zone.
She took a deep breath, steeling herself for what she was about to do. She looked up at Bob, her eyes filled with a mix of fear, desperation, and embarrassment.
"Those were very difficult and shocking things to hear from my husband," she said, her voice trembling but steady.
"But I want to prove to you, to Richard, and to myself that I can be the wife he deserves. That I can give him what he needs."
Bob nodded, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "Good girl. I knew you had it in you."
He stood up and walked back to his desk, taking his seat once again. "So, let's start slow. Tell me, Lisa, what's the nastiest thing you've ever done or said in bed?"
Lisa blushed, her cheeks turning a deep shade of red. She bit her lip, feeling exposed and vulnerable in a way she never had before.
She took a deep breath and began, her voice barely above a whisper. "I-I've never done anything...nasty, Bob. Not like Richard said. I've just...I've always tried to be a good wife, to be loyal and faithful. I never thought I needed to do...that."
Bob nodded, his expression unreadable and replied, "I see. Well, all husbands want a princess in public and a whore behind closed doors. Its obvious Richard wants that and he is getting it from Margaret. He seems to like to be seduced and turned on from what I could see on that security camera."
Lisa still crying, thought about it and replied...
Lisa, still crying, thought about it for a moment before speaking. "I... I've never really... talked dirty before. I've never told Richard what I want, what I want him to do to me." She hesitated before continuing, her voice barely above a whisper. "But I... I want to try. I want to show you, and Richard, that I can be... naughty. That I can do the things he wants." "Good girl, Lisa. That's a start. Now, tell me, what did you see from that tape that Richard must like?
," Bob asked, his eyes locked onto Lisa's.
Lisa bit her lower lip, her mind racing as she remembered the tape. She had seen Richard and Margaret in ways she had never seen him with her. She had seen them do things she had never even considered doing. She took a deep breath and began, her voice shaking with embarrassment.
"I saw... I saw Margaret spread her legs open and rub herself for him. I saw her tell him what she wanted him to do to her. I saw her touch herself while she talked to him and then let him smell her panties," Lisa said, her voice barely a whisper.
Now, tell me, what did you think about when you saw her do that? Did it make you feel anything?" Bob asked, his voice low and steady.
Lisa took a deep breath, her cheeks flaming with embarrassment. She had never talked about anything like this before, and she felt like she was going to burst into flames just from the conversation. But she knew she had to do this. For Richard, for her family. I thought it was... wrong. Disgusting. I've never seen anything like that before. I never thought... I never thought women could be like that.
But... but I also felt a sense of... of jealousy. I saw the way Richard looked at her, the way he touched her. I saw how she could make him... make him hard with just her words, just her touches. I never thought I could do that for him. I never thought I could be that for him." Lisa's voice was shaking, her breath coming out in hiccups. She felt tears streaming down her face, but she refused to look away from Bob. She needed to do this. She needed to show him, show Richard, that she could be what he wanted.
Bob nodded, his expression softening. "It's okay to feel that way, Lisa.
It's normal. But I need you to embrace that feeling, that jealousy, that desire to be like Margaret. Can you do that?" Bob asked, his voice gentle yet firm.
Lisa wiped away her tears and nodded. "I'll try, Bob. I want to try."
Bob leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers. "Good. Now, I want you to think about what you saw on the tape. What did Margaret do that made Richard so hard? What can you do to make him feel that way again?"
Lisa took a deep breath and closed her eyes, picturing the scene from the tape.
She saw Margaret sitting on the boardroom table, her legs spread wide, her fingers rubbing her pussy through her panties. She saw Richard's face, his eyes glazed with desire, his cock hard and ready.
"She... she touched herself, Bob," Lisa said, her voice shaking. "She... she rubbed her pussy for him. She told him what she wanted him to do to her. She made him hard."
Bob nodded, encouraging her to continue. "And what did you think about when you saw that, Lisa? What did it make you feel? What about when he said he liked Margaret's big breasts and not your A-cup breasts?"
Bob asked, his voice firm yet caring.
Lisa hesitated, her cheeks turning a deeper shade of red. "I...I felt inadequate," she admitted. "I felt like I wasn't enough for him. Like I wasn't good enough, like I wasn't sexy enough."
Bob nodded, understanding her feelings. "And what did you think about when you heard him say that?"
Lisa looked down at her small chest, her eyes filling with tears. "I thought about...about how I could change that. How I could make myself...more appealing to him. More desirable."
Bob leaned forward in his chair, his eyes locked onto Lisa's.
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