An Office Encounter Ch. 02

"Open the door, Rachel" commanded Roger. She did as she was told, and we were faced with a slip of a girl who couldn't have been a day over eighteen or an inch over 5 feet. She looked to be of Japanese or Chinese descent, with her jet-black hair cut into a short bob. But what was even more striking was that she was dressed in a schoolgirl's tartan skirt and white blouse. The skirt was very short, and the blouse was straining against her small breasts. But to top it off she had over-knee burgundy socks and black Maryjane buckled shoes. Her whole look screamed innocent Asian schoolgirl fetish.

"Ah, Helen, please come in" said Roger. She stood frozen at the door, taking in the scene in front of her. But unlike my pure enjoyment a while earlier, she had an anguished look and was cutely nibbling on her lower lip. "I said come in" snarled Roger. This seemed to break her out of her trance and she slowly made her way past Rachel towards us. She went and stood where Roger pointed next to his chair.

"Afternoon, S...S...Sirs . . ." she stuttered, and then glancing briefly at Jane with terror written all over her face. "Mm. . . Ma'am". Rachel was standing unobtrusively at the door that she had just closed. The incongruity of a teenage schoolgirl greeting a naked and submissively-kneeling 23-year-old as Ma'am tickled my sense of humour. I guffawed to relieve my building tension at the fascinating game being played in this otherwise normal office on an average weekday. Neither of the girls thought it was amusing. Both looked down shame faced. It was clear that they could not believe anyone would get such enjoyment from their unfortunate predicament, which made me chuckle even more. I found myself relishing the erotically charged drama unfolding in front of me.

Roger carried on unfazed. "James this is Helen. She has recently joined us for a summer internship, from a local public school. Helen was a very naughty girl and was caught cheating on her exams last month. Fortunately, the headmaster is a friend of mine, and we agreed that rather than expelling her, she would spend three months on an internship to DevTech, learning how the world works and the consequences of breaking the rules."

As he said this, his hand drifted between her legs and he started rubbing the inside of her knee. She jumped, but a stern look from Roger kept her from moving away from him. She tried to pinch her knees together as his hand began to drift higher. But a tap on the other knee and an instruction to "Always keep your feet at shoulder width, when you are in front of me", ensured she readjusted to allow him whatever access he wanted.

He continued stroking the inside of her thigh as he explained "Helen is a bright girl. But her parents have such high educational expectations. They want her to go to Oxford University next year. The pressure was just too great, and she felt she needed an unfair advantage to do well in her exams. If she is expelled, she knows the scandal would just kill her parents and put paid to any chance she has of going to any University, let alone Oxford."

He smiled like a predatory shark as he stroked her inner thigh. "For the past two weeks, we have been teaching this darling little girl what we expect of interns at DevTech. Helen's headmaster has also told me he intends to continue these lessons once she returns to school next semester. I'm sure you're looking forward to that, aren't you my dear?"

His light conversational tone belied the sinister meaning and her face crumpled even more, as a single tear ran down her right cheek. She did not respond, so he pinched her inner thigh and growled "You WILL answer any question a senior manager asks you. I asked you whether you were happy about the lessons you are learning. . . I expect an answer".

She nodded her head, and with pure misery in her voice, whispered "Yes, Sir. I am happy to have the opportunity to learn what it takes to be an intern at DevTech. . . I. . I'll try hard to use these lessons at school next semester". It was apparent that she'd been taught to answer these types of leading questions in a subservient manner, which made the moment even more delicious.

Roger smiled up at her and continued stroking her thigh "Now that wasn't so hard, was it? For the rest of the afternoon, you're going to demonstrate what you've already learned. And Jane can maybe help you with some new lessons. . . I'm so excited. Aren't you?"

She responded in a less than enthusiastic voice "Yes, Sir. I'm excited." It took Roger correcting her twice with hard twisting pinches of the skin on her inner thighs - that I was sure would result in tender bruises - before she managed to respond with enough forced sincerity for Roger to say that he believed that she 'really was excited'.

Roger then turned to me and said "One last interesting fact that we only found out last week is that the poor dear has been abused by her uncle for the past year. Fortunately for us, this makes her particularly conditioned to cooperate in her training, and we are now using this to encourage her active enjoyment of our more strenuous lessons."

As he said this, Roger pushed his hand straight up under her skirt and into her crotch. Helen squawked and turned red as Roger was now clearly fingering her pussy. Her eyes were darting around the room helplessly, but she did not move from her spot. He pulled his hand out from under her skirt and showed us all his glistening fingers, saying "See, she is really enjoying our time together, as much as we are."

With that, he put his fingers up to her lips and she dutifully licked them clean. Despite her evident humiliation, she had apparently had enough training to ensure that she acted as an obedient little fuck toy. I was looking forward to testing this hypothesis out during the course of the afternoon.

Roger then patted her on the backside and instructed "Helen, go and join Jane on the ottoman and show us what you have learned. James, while the two of them are practicing their lessons, I'd like to discuss with you the assistance we require from you on a challenging project in Angola. I hope to make it worth your while."

Helen started walking slowly but deliberately over the ottoman, as if it was to her death. This entire time Jane had not moved from her position and had kept her eyes downcast. I realised that she had not uttered a single word during and after her entire show. Her training and discipline were amazing. As Helen approached, she rose up onto her knees, picked up the steel ball that was still in front of her and placed it carefully on the coffee table. Even having experienced her earlier 'entertainment', I was drawn in by the sensuality of her movements.

Roger commanded "Rachel, please refill our whiskeys, because I suspect our chat and the girls' activities will make us quite parched." With a deadpan face, Rachel glided over from her place by the door, picked up our glasses and went to refill them at the bar.

I couldn't help but notice the sultry steps she took on the way back, seeming to rub her thighs together. And when she returned the refilled glass to me, I noticed her cheeks were slightly flushed and there seemed to be hunger in the deep pools of her almond-shaped eyes. I wondered if it was a carryover from our earlier encounter, or whether the recent interchange had got her going.

She then carried the other glass over to Roger and as she bent over to give it to him, he reached up and twisted her left nipple hard enough for her to gasp. He took the glass without letting go and pulled hard downward, so she was forced to her knees next to his chair. He moved his hand quite aggressively and grabbed her hair behind her neck, as if he were about to force her mouth to his crotch, but then just left it there. It was a clear demonstration of dominance, but not in the way he had abused the other two girls.

I made a mental note to find out more about this mystery woman that Roger was keeping out of the unfolding drama. I also wanted to understand why he did that and what she meant to him, if anything.

With that he turned to the other two and commanded "Begin".

As Helen reached the ottoman, Jane reached up and held the young girl's head in her hands. She then leaned forward and kissed her deeply. In doing this, she had shifted slightly sideward, so that we had a clear view of their intertwined tongues. Jane was clearly the instigator, while Helen more passively let her mouth be ravished. They alternated between deep lip-locked kisses, to duelling tongues. Despite Jane's best efforts at kindling some passion, it was clear from Helen's open darting eyes that she was not enjoying herself in the least. Realising this, the older woman grabbed Helen by the hair and pulled her down to sitting on the ottoman, while still facing us.

Looking furtively across to Roger with a fixed smile, she whispered "Show more enthusiasm. You know what they want." When she commenced the kiss this time, the younger girl at least made a pretence of passion. Seeing the reluctant but expressed desire that they were forced to endure for our entertainment, increased the eroticism of the whole experience.

Clearly Roger felt the same way, as he had partially unbuttoned Rachel's blouse and was casually groping her plump breast, which had been pulled out of her lacy black bra. She kneeled motionless gazing across at the two women with an inexplicable expression on her face. Every so often he would reflexively tweak a nipple and twist it sharply, extracting a flash of pain but no sound from the enigmatic woman.

Jane broke the kiss and began to slowly unbutton the schoolgirl's shirt, exposing the absence of a bra. Sensuously peeling the shirt off her shoulders revealed the cutest little A-cup titties, with surprisingly large brown nipples poking out from her small areolae. It felt like I was watching a Christmas present being unwrapped. Instead of a young girl, I imagined we were being presented with a porcelain doll, her skin so white and she sat so still, staring blankly ahead.

Without taking the shirt off entirely, causing Helen's arms to be pulled backwards and her chest to be thrust enticingly up and out, Jane slid her hands up the girl's arms and cupped her small tits. She fondled them, brushing her fingers gently over the hardening and obviously very sensitive nipples, and began to kiss along the side of her neck. As she continued, it was clear this was having an effect on the younger girl. Her neck became flushed, her head relaxed back, her eyes closed partially, and her tongue slipped between her slightly parted lips. Once again, the sensuality of the show increased my heart rate and I could feel the blood pounding in my throat and my loins.

While they continued their stimulating act, Roger nonchalantly looked across at me and asked whether I was enjoying myself. I responded, "Absolutely, it amazes me that you can compel your staff to play for you like this, despite their obvious reluctance. I have heard of the concept of a heater session, but never knew it would feel like this. I'd also like to know how you can control yourself while they are trying so hard to excite us. I must say, I can hardly contain myself. I just want to fuck the little whores right this moment."

He chuckled, "When you own the candy store, you don't feel the need to eat sweets all the time. It is better to wait and really savour them when you are ready. You'll get your chance, but first I want to brief you on the Angolan situation, while they warm themselves up for us." He punctuated this with a particularly vicious nipple twist that caused Rachel to grimace.

Continuing while he absentmindedly strummed that same abused nipple. "DevTech is a major developer of energy, including hydropower. Over the past five years we've been negotiating the construction and operation of five hydropower plants in the east of Angola, just outside of Luanda. We'd invested a tremendous amount of money into ensuring that we were the front runner against our competitors, positioning ourselves close to the ruling dos Santos family. We were expecting to have started clearing the first two sites early this year. But as you know, the dos Santos regime fell late last year, on charges of corruption and money laundering. Unfortunately, DevTech has been implicated in these charges, which has damaged our reputation and chances of building these plants."

At this point he paused, because Jane had just lifted the tartan schoolgirl skirt to expose the cutest little burgundy panties. They had a little innocent white bow on the lacy trim and perfectly matched the colour of her socks. Up until then the girl had kept her legs tightly together, sitting timidly as she was caressed. Now Jane pushed her legs apart, showing us just how tiny the panties were, as they rode up between her labia and disappeared between her buttocks. Helen gasped as the older woman slipped a hand down the front of those cute panties to cup her pussy. From the look of surprise and the rippling of the panties, it was obvious that she was fingering the girl.

My attention was reluctantly drawn back to Roger who continued talking, while he nonchalantly put his index finger up to Rachel's mouth for it to be licked and thus moistened. He then idly resumed strumming the diamond-hard nipple with that wet finger. "We clearly cannot let this setback cause us to lose the deal, given the financial consequences for the company. We know you are connected with the new regime in Angola and have influential associates throughout the region. We're hoping you'll assist us to clear our reputation and close the deal on the five plants, using whatever means necessary." Again, he punctuated this by squeezing a nipple. It occurred to me that he seemed to emphasise important points by causing pain to the woman kneeling obediently beside him.

I was in two minds. Before I walked into the meeting, I was adamant that I wanted to enjoy my retirement. However, DevTech's apparent power, combined with the unbelievable demonstration of casual but systemic female abuse, had definitely intrigued me and spoken to my baser instincts.

As if he were reading my mind, Roger continued. "We'll put all of our resources at your disposal. . ." and looking at me slyly "including resources like the ones we are enjoying today." This time, to emphasise his comment he instructed "Rachel, remove your top, I want to see your tits."

Without hesitation, she pulled off her blouse and unclasped her bra, placing both neatly next to his chair. Seeing them in all their full fleshed and succulent glory just reinforced what a gorgeous woman she was, with a stunning pixie face on top of a frame with curves in all the right places. Roger seemed to concur as he grabbed one of those orbs and massaged it firmly. I also noticed that her short tight skirt had ridden up and was showing the lacy top of what looked like very sexy black stockings. I wondered if all the women here were required to wear such enticing lingerie. From what I had seen so far it was clear that the dress code went way beyond normal work attire.

By this time Jane had the schoolgirl kneeling on the ottoman with her backside towards us. The tiny skirt was flipped up and she was proceeding to sensually slide the thong down the trembling girl's legs. While I couldn't see Helen's face, I suspected from her earlier responses that she was miserable, and the trembling was fear rather than arousal. Jane on the other hand was smiling seductively at us, although her eyes could not hide the shame she was evidently feeling from having to debase herself and abuse this innocent young schoolgirl.

The entire tableau was exciting me tremendously. I believed I could get quite used to the type of power that would compel obviously straight women to act like passionate lesbians, just for our entertainment. To demonstrate this, Jane began to lick up and down the young girls crack from anus to vagina, contorting herself to ensure that she did not obstruct our all-important viewing pleasure. A moan which sounded like a mixture between lust and despair emanated from behind the lewd action.

I had not responded, so Roger enquire more directly. "Will you join us as a troubleshooting advisor? Our CEO would be happy to negotiate whatever remuneration and conditions you have."

"I'll help with the Angolan situation, and then let's take it from there." I responded. Actually, the decision felt right, which surprised me. I guess the fact that I was negotiating, while aroused and distracted by naked women may have had something to do with it.

"Great! Rachel recharge our glasses. This needs a toast." We had both finished what she had brought us earlier. She picked up both glasses, giving me a sultry smile, and sashayed across the room wearing only her tight skirt and heels. Her tits bounced deliciously as she walked, while her buttocks shimmied under the tight skirt.

He continued, "We would like to fly you to Dubai on the 10:15 flight tonight to meet with our CEO, Ivan Kulyk. He'll brief you on the detailed situation in Angola and what we think are the best options. You can also discuss any requirements you have with him. We've already made the travel arrangements. You'll be taken directly to our head office, after you land tomorrow morning at about eight. First class on the Emirates A380 has an onboard shower and spa for you to freshen up before the landing." From what I has experienced thus far, I guess I shouldn't have been surprised that they had planned for me to accept their offer.

As he was saying "We have a couple of hours to enjoy these two . . ." we heard a "Please, No!" from the schoolgirl now lying on her back on the ottoman. Jane was straddling her face and from the looks of it had expected her to suck obediently. I suppose the trauma of the whole experience had got to the naïve girl and licking another woman seemed a step too far. Jane had a stricken look on her face and whispered down to the girl, "Please hurry and do it. You know the consequence if you don't."

Roger did not hesitate to see if she would obey, but in a cold hard voice instructed "Rachel, give Jane the paddle. Jane, she'll receive five swats and you know they better be adequate. Helen, as atonement for your mistake, you will count each one and then at the end you will thank Jane for helping you to learn how to be a good girl." Rachel opened a draw in the bar and pulled out a two-foot wooden paddle. As Rachel gave it to Jane, I saw it was about three inches across, with a leather-bound handle at the one end. It was clearly designed for punishment.

Helen began to cry "Please, I'll do it. . . Please, don't beat me. . . I'll lick . . . I'll try . . . I really will . . . Pleeeeease." This last as she was rolled over onto her stomach, her bare bottom bent over the edge of the ottoman. At this stage, she knew what she had done and was not resisting. Rather she was whining that she would be good and begging for forgiveness.

"Aaaaaaahhhhh. ONE!" The first swat forced an anguished cry, followed by the count. Jane had smacked her with all her strength, clearly not wanting to disobey the instructions and potentially be on the receiving end of the paddle.

"Ooooooohhhh. TWO!" Erupted ten seconds later, as Jane beat the backside of the young girl lying prostrate in front of her. Amazingly, Helen he kept her hands flat on the ottoman. I assumed she had experienced this before and knew that grabbing one's flaming buttocks, was seen as unforgivable in this environment, whether to provide relief or protection from the punishment.

"Oh God, Oooouch, THREE!" While Jane was delivering the blows with long waits between to build the anticipation, her dismay at having to inflict pain on a fellow victim was palpable in her distraught expression.