Caught in the Act Part2: Whore for Hire

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Every instinct told me I shouldn't have returned, that I should have cut my losses and searched for a new job. Yet, here I was, on an ominous elevator ride to the 44th floor, to find out what my future held.

I denied to myself that the two big men with their big cocks propelled me forward into what I secretly hoped was a repeat of the day before. With my life and career on the line I had other things to worry about, but my libido overrode my sense of self-preservation.

Last night it had been a slow walk of shame back to the office, me wrapped in Matthias's jacket, carrying my shoes because my legs were too shaky to walk on anything but solid ground. Fortunately the hallways were empty and I didn't have to look anyone in the eye.

By the time I reached the door of Brooke & Brooke, I had concocted a farfetched story about a collision with a food cart to explain my lateness and haggard appearance. If no one looked closely they might have bought it. If they didn't notice the buttons ripped from my shirt. And if they didn't notice I stank of sex instead of soup.

But in the end I didn't need to lie.

When I stepped through the doors, nothing but the hum of florescent lights greeted me. Not a soul in sight. It was eerie, like walking in to an episode of the Twilight Zone. I didn't stick around to find out why. I shut my computer down, grabbed my purse, and went home.

My thoughts raced on the drive back to my apartment. Something was wrong. Very wrong. Why didn't Ms. Brooke come looking for me when I didn't return right away? Or at least send someone to see what happened to me?

The more I thought about it, the angrier I got. What if I'd been hurt? Or worse?

I felt as if I had been set up. I had no idea for what. But something stank about the whole thing. And to make matters worse, Ms. Brooke didn't answer my calls last night or this morning.

I intended to get answers.

My courage faltered when the elevator doors opened, and I hesitated for a moment before stepping on to the patterned carpet, heading for the oversized, black walnut doors. I subconsciously rubbed my wrists, still raw from where the zip ties had cut into the skin. A shiver shot up my spine as the memory of being at the mercy of Matthias and John flooded my mind.

Before yesterday the naughtiest thing I'd done was give road head going ninety down the highway on a Sunday afternoon. Sucking two cocks with my hands tied behind my back topped that. Secretly I hoped to one-up that today.

Last night after a quick dinner and hot shower, I masturbated twice, unable to dim my arousal. And after crawling into bed, I tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep until getting off for the third time, reliving the hottest non-sex of my life. I struggled not to rub one out this morning; my poor clit was over-sensitive and swollen. I hoped my horniness would subside on its own. But it didn't. Not only had my pilot light been lit, but my furnace ran at full blast and showed no sign of cooling off.

I needed to get fucked.

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Just as I reached the walnut doors, my phone buzzed with a text and I pulled it from my purse.

Go straight to Matthias's office. And don't touch anything.

Don't touch anything? I cringed. Of course they didn't want me to touch anything. They thought I was a thief.

I pushed past the workspace that was again devoid of personnel and took the stairs up to Matthias's office.

I expected him to be sitting at his desk, John hovering nearby, flanked by security guards, but it was as empty as the rest of the business appeared to be. But I didn't feel alone. Like eyes were following my every move.