Silver Sparkle

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On Probation Rachael Baron

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On Probation

Rachael Baron

ON PROBATION Pat was new at Davis Corps. A fresh-faced, young IT genius straight out of college, he was both nervous and excited about his first real job in the big city. For the first two months of his three-month probation he'd carefully kept his head down and tried to be as productive and invisible as possible. He'd rarely opened his mouth to speak more than a quiet 'Good morning' or 'Yes, right away' to anyone—especially not to the CEO, Ms Marla Davis. Marla Davis was a self-made woman. Davis Corps—the new media superstar of the business world— was her baby. As fiercely proud of and ambitious for the company as a mother would be for her first-born child, she had no time for a husband or family. She took care to personally hire only the very best and brightest to keep in line with her exacting standards. There was a zerotolerance policy for slacking off or lack of discipline. Protocol was strictly enforced: her employees were expected to defer to her authority at all times, but in return were amply rewarded for their loyalty to her overall ambitious vision. If someone was willing to dig in and work hard, Marla Davis was more than willing to pay them an excellent salary and offer exemplary benefits and

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bonuses. No one else in Pat's graduating class had even been granted an interview. He was already well on track to be one of the elite in his field. Pat could expect to go far, if he could just get past that first hurdle of probation without messing it up. He was a nervous wreck and painfully shy at the best of times— definitely preferring the company of computers to other people. Women made him particularly jumpy. Aside from the occasional drunken grappling at college house parties, he'd had little in the way of live sexual experience. Davis Corps had more than the usual number of female staff members. Ms Davis made it clear to the business world and her own staff that she recognized and encouraged female talent; after all, she'd had to start from nothing and claw her way up, so she viewed this hiring practice as a way to pay it forward. Pat was afloat on a veritable sea of estrogen. He felt overwhelmed and flustered by all the women in their designer power suits, marching the marble corridors in heels that clacked with determination from the boardroom to the corner offices. It made him sweat… and half-hard most of the time. He had a bit of a 'thing' for the heady combination of high heels and authoritative females. Pat was glad he could mostly work hidden alone in the IT room. He didn't think he could keep up a believably neutral façade around all of 2

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those beautiful, powerful women. Especially not Ms Davis. She was the most beautiful of them all—tall and leggy, with womanly curves and a thick cascade of auburn hair. Pat could not tell her exact age, but he guessed her to be in her upper forties. All he knew was that she terrified the living bejeezus out of him… and that he would do anything to please her and stay on with Davis Corps indefinitely, serving under her thrall. So far, so good. Just one more month of probation and he'd be free and clear. **** It was a busy time around head office. Ms Davis had a series of meetings in Europe and Asia and was rarely to be seen. New contracts and deals were pouring in by the day, and everyone was hustling. Pat toed the line and fiddled with software updates, solved hardware issues, set up equipment—content and busy, in his element, and sincerely glad to be a part of such an incredible workplace. It was all going so very well. One Friday afternoon, the pressure was on to leave everything in top form for the following workweek. The last thing Pat had to do was deliver an uploaded key drive to Ms Davis's office so that she'd have all the latest 3

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information at her fingertips when she returned to London from Hong Kong on Monday. He didn't even think to knock; he just opened the door and walked straight to her desk in the dimly lit room, dropping off the drive in an envelope. When he turned to leave, the sight of the figure on the sofa stopped him dead. Ms Davis lay dozing with a black satin sleep mask over her sultry hazel eyes. Though not expected until Monday, she must have taken an earlier flight, stopped by the office on her way back from Heathrow and given in to the jet lag. Pat had never seen her appear so open and defenceless. Holding his breath, he tiptoed over for a closer look. One arm was cradling her head and the other flopped over the side of the sofa, causing her blouse to gape open so that Pat could see the lacy, black edges of her bra and the curves of her perfect breasts. Her full lips were parted slightly and her breathing was deep and even. Pat's mouth was dry and he swallowed hard, gazing down the length of her body with worshipful eyes. One knee was raised and her other leg was stretched out straight. His trained engineer's eye made a quick assessment of the angles: if he just stood at the foot of the leather sofa, he'd be able to look directly up her skirt… 4

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Pat's youthful erection was throbbing at an uncomfortable angle in the confines of his trousers, but there was something exciting about the discomfort of his cock. To have such an intimate, secret glimpse of his Ice Queen boss at her most vulnerable wiped out any sense of caution or rational thought. He stepped back for the coveted view up her skirt, his wide brown eyes locked on the shadows between her splayed knees… and noisily stumbled over the pair of Manolo Blahnik heels she'd kicked off and left on the floor. Valiantly, Pat fought to keep his balance. He toppled over sideways and blindly grabbed at the back of the sofa to prevent himself from falling on top of Ms Davis. She gave a throaty moan in her sleep and jerked her head to one side. Pat kept stock-still, his heart in his throat, his terrified eyes glued to her blindfolded face for any sign of wakefulness. By some miracle, she sighed and her breathing once again became deep and regular. After a few more heart-stopping seconds, Pat very slowly and gently righted himself and walked to the door on the balls of his feet. He peeked into the corridor to make sure all was clear before he stepped out, pulled the door silently shut behind him and hurried to the IT room. There was no sign of anyone else left in the office, thank God. He sported an unmistakable bulge and there was no hiding the 5

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growing stain of precum on his crotch. Safely back on his own turf, he clawed at his belt buckle and fly, and then yanked his trousers down around his knees. The feeling of his ankles being hobbled by his clothing—coupled with the thrill of nearly being caught—had given him the hardest erection of his young life. He leaned back against the desk and stared down in amazement. The crown was an angry purple and drooling with juice. Just the sensation of the air on his bare cock, throbbing and exposed in his workplace, was almost enough to make him shoot. Pat closed his eyes and reached down to lovingly grip his tool. He gasped loudly at his own touch. God, but he was ready to blow! No need to spit on his palm—both head and shaft were already slick with wetness. His mind flooded with the image of Ms Davis, reclined and blindfolded, her perfect legs sprawled for him to secretly feast his gaze upon… and he began to fuck his fist hard and fast. The electric sensation of his impending orgasm was already starting at the base of his spine. His heavy balls were drawn up tight and taut, and the room was filled with the wet sounds of his jacking and his heavy breathing. Almost there… Pat reached up with one hand and grabbed his right nipple through his shirt, twisting it hard as he redoubled the speed of his hand on his aching cock. His nipples were 6

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super-sensitive. At times, he could bring himself to the edge of coming just by playing with his own nipples. The rougher, the better. "Oh God, yes! Oh, please may I come, Ms Davis?" he groaned through his clenched teeth. He exploded in a climax so intense that his entire body jerked and danced for a full minute, spurting jet after jet of thick cum all over the IT room floor. Stars danced behind his clenched eyelids. He sagged back against his desk, hand still holding his cock as the last of his load oozed down over his knuckles. Absent-mindedly, he raised his hand to his lips and licked his fingers clean. "Well, now—there's something you don't see in the office every day." **** At the sound of the sardonic female voice, Pat's eyes flew open to see an unsmiling Ms Davis standing in his doorway, hands on her hips, staring directly at his diminishing erection. Pat grabbed a file off his desk and held it in front of his crotch. "Oh! I-I was just-uh—" "Don't make excuses, new boy! I'm not an idiot. I can see exactly what you were doing." 7

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"I-I'm so sorry, Ms Davis." "I should think you are. It's Pat, isn't it?" "Yes, ma'am." "What am I supposed to say to you after this disgusting display, Pat?" Pat had never felt so ashamed and miserable. His wet crotch now felt cold and clammy as he stared down at the big gobs of cum glistening on the floor tiles. He didn't think he could ever raise his eyes again. "I don't know, Ms Davis," he whispered. "Frankly, neither do I, kid." Pat could almost feel her angry eyes burning into his flesh. Nothing more was said for what seemed like hours. "Well, I'm far too jet-legged to be concerned with this right now. I expect you in my office on Monday morning at seven sharp. I'll deal with you properly then. Got it?" "Yes, ma'am." "Good. Now wipe up your mess." "Right away, ma'am." To his horror, Ms Davis stood in the door and watched Pat's every awkward move as he tucked his soft, sticky penis back into his trousers, and then knelt down to wipe up the floor with a wad of paper serviettes. The heels 8

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of her Manolo Blahniks clicked on the tiles and Pat found himself on his hands and knees staring down at the pointy tips of her expensive black leather shoes. Despite the humiliation—or perhaps even because of it—he felt his cock twitching back to life in his dampened underwear. "You've missed some." Her voice was cool and collected as she indicated the rogue glob with her toe and he hurriedly swabbed it up. "Now get the hell out of here." Pat stood up, painfully aware of both the stain on his clothes and the renewed bulge, and was helpless to hide his shame from her all-seeing gaze. He grabbed his jacket from the back of his chair and darted past Ms Davis to the door with his eyes down. **** Monday morning: 6:55 a.m. Pat stood before Ms Davis's closed office door staring at her shiny brass nameplate. He'd tentatively knocked over a minute ago, but she hadn't answered. He'd pressed his ear to the door and heard her speaking on the phone, but after she'd hung up, she'd left him waiting like the fool he was. He didn't dare move. Not that it mattered what he 9

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did at this point. Surely he was about to be fired. Why else would he be called in a solid hour before anyone else was due at the office? Likely she'd want him to clear out his desk and be gone before the receptionist showed up at eight. The door swung open inward. Ms Davis regarded her Rolex. "It's now exactly seven. You may enter, if you've had enough of lurking out here in the hallway." "Yes, ma'am." He walked in and stood hesitantly before her desk. He heard her close—and lock—the door before she stood in front of him. "I clearly told you seven. Not six fifty-four or seven-oh-one. I expect my orders to be carried out to the letter, understand?" "Yes." "Yes, what?" "Yes, Ms Davis." "Well, at least you were early and not late… that's something in your favour." Ms Davis crossed her arms and stared Pat in the face. He could not meet her gaze. Her husky voice was cool and neutral. "How was your weekend?" 10

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"… Ma'am?" "Tell me about your weekend. Spare no detail." Pat's brow furrowed. Why did she have to make fun of him? Bad enough he was about to lose his job for wanking! "I'm waiting, Pat. I don't like to be kept waiting." "I… it was terrible. I could hardly sleep." "No. I expect you felt far too guilty." "I'm so sorry. I don't know what I was thinking on Friday." "Oh no, Pat. We both know exactly what you were thinking. But what about afterwards? Tell me." "I don't even remember getting home. It was a blur. I couldn't eat any dinner—I felt too sick. I lay down on my bed in the dark and just… played it out in my head over and over. Why did I do it? I knew it was wrong, but I just couldn't stop myself. I didn't sleep all weekend… barely ate. Stayed in and didn't speak to anyone." Pat felt like crying. He swallowed hard around the lump in his throat. "I had such a good job here—how stupid could I be to throw it all away like that?" "Yes, you were stupid. And disgusting." "I'm so embarrassed. And again, I'm so very sorry I offended you." He didn't know what more he could say. Pat hung 11

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his head and waited for Ms Davis to fire him. "Do you want to know what I really think? Look at me when I'm speaking to you." Pat forced himself to look her in the face. "I think you're only sorry because you were caught. Clearly, you are a pervert. How do I know that you haven't been jerking off in the IT room since day one?" "But—" "Don't you dare interrupt me. I know your kind. You can't handle dealing with other people—with women—so you just live vicariously through the Internet and wank off to porn." "It wasn't like that—" "Shut up. If you want your job back, you will be quiet and listen!" Pat blinked in amazement. Was she going to give him another chance? "Embarrassed, were you? You don't know the meaning of true embarrassment. Now strip." "What?" "If you can debase yourself in the office to satisfy your own urges, then you can bloody well debase yourself again to keep your position. Besides, I'll find it amusing. Take off your clothes." "Ma'am? I don't understand." 12

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Ms Davis rolled her eyes. "So young and stupid! Look—it's simple. If you want to keep working here, you will remove your clothes, get down on your knees and beg me to allow you to stay. If you don't wish to beg, then you can just leave and never set foot in this office again. But I wish you good luck getting a new job—I know everyone in the city worth working for. A few strategic phone calls and I could ruin your future. You'd be lucky if you could get a job serving fast-food burgers or cleaning pub toilets." Pat looked her in the eye. She was dead serious. There was no option. He turned his back and started to loosen his tie. "What's with the false modesty, Mr Wanker? Nothing I haven't seen before. Turn around and face me." Pat moved like he was dreaming. He obediently turned and stripped down to his underwear, folding each garment and setting them in a neat pile on the chair. Ms Davis watched him with candid interest. She glanced down at his crotch and gave a cold smile. "Well, well—just look at that." Pat didn't need to look. He knew his swollen cock tented his shorts. "You're not done yet. Every last stitch." "Oh please—" "Do it." 13

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He had no choice but to do her bidding. He closed his eyes, hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his underwear and drew them down, feeling his freed erection spring up and slap against his flat belly. He stepped out of the Jockeys and kicked them to one side. His hands hovered uncertainly. His instincts were battling somewhere between the urge to modestly cover his crotch, or else grab his brazen cock and jack it off with all his might. He balled his hands into fists and kept them by his side. "Open your eyes." Pat obeyed and saw that Ms Davis was looking at his cock with a clinical interest. "Very good. Now, kneel down so you can beg." With surprising elegance, he bent down with no hesitation. It seemed like the most natural thing in the world for him to be on his knees before Ms Davis. "Hands behind your head… that's right. Tell me why I should let you keep your job." "Uh… I don't know." "Not good enough. You have to convince me." She waited for more, but Pat was lost for words. All he could think of was the throbbing need of his cock. Ms Davis began walking in slow circles around him. Pat turned his head, watching as her long legs and 14

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curvy hips passed by. "Eyes front! I'm inspecting you, boy… trying to decide what possible use a base creature like you can be." Pat fought to keep his eyes still but he couldn't help himself. Ms Davis was wearing a tight, tailored charcoal skirt with a slit in the back. Every step she took afforded him a glimpse up the back of her toned thighs… and her legs were bare. "God. You're hopeless. Here—I'll make it easy for you." She went back to her desk and picked something up. "Take your hands out of the way." Baffled, Pat dropped his arms down to his sides. The sleep mask came down over his head and he felt her fingers adjusting the straps until he was immersed in total blackness. "There—I'm sure you're familiar with this." Pat felt the blood rush to his face. "That's right. This isn't just about your wanking off, boy." She leaned down so that her voice hissed low in his ear. "I saw you in here on Friday." "I-didn't think you woke up… I was only—" "You were leering at me, you depraved little shit. And so clumsy, too. All that banging around and bashing against the furniture—how could I possibly sleep through that?" Pat could feel her long hair brushing against his 15

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naked shoulders… could smell her expensive shampoo and her spicy perfume. He gasped. "Turned you on, didn't it? Catching your lady boss having a lie-down. I bet you wished you could have jacked off while you stood there watching me. Am I right?" "No! I would never—" "No, you wouldn't, would you? I know exactly what you are. You're just a dirty little boy who had to run off to his room to have his wank in private. Cheeky enough to look without permission, but not brave enough to show off for me. Well if you want to stay on here, that will have to change. Starting now." Pat could feel his erection twitching of its own accord. He was terrified… and he loved it. And Ms Davis knew it. She recognized his true nature more clearly than even he himself could. This was the guidance he'd always yearned for but had no idea how to find. "I'll give you one last chance to tell me the whole truth: what did you really do all weekend? Careful how you answer." "I… spent time thinking about what I did… and about how beautiful you looked lying there on the sofa. And I thought of the expression on your face when you caught me after… with my cock in my hand…" Her voice was soft, her breath hot in his ear. 16

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"Go on… tell me what else." "I couldn't help it. I felt so ashamed, but I couldn't stop wanking while I thought about you… about being found out." "Interesting. How often did you cum over the weekend?" "I don't remember… six or seven times, I think. Maybe more." She sucked in a breath in apparent disapproval. "What a filthy little beast you are. Insatiable— you've got another load ready to blow right now, haven't you?" "Yes, ma'am. I'm sorry. I can't help it. Please don't fire me, Ms Davis." He heard her walk around her desk and sit in her chair. "I should fire you. I could even have you up on charges. You might be a threat to women's safety in the office." He heard the phone receiver being lifted out of its cradle. "Oh, please don't! I'd never hurt anyone, ma'am. Especially not—" "Especially not… who?" "You, Ms Davis. I'd never hurt you—not in a million years." 17

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"Oh." It was her turn to be speechless. There was a terrible, long pause. Pat knew his entire life hung in the balance. He was at her mercy. "How old are you, Pat?" "I'm twenty-two, ma'am." "So young to ruin such a promising future. Your work is very impressive. You graduated at the top of your class, did you not?" "Yes." "Good looking lad, too. Such a trim, fit body. Are you dating? Do you have a girlfriend?" "No… I don't get out much." "Good. I want you to keep yourself loyal. If you intend to stay on here, I'll demand your full dedication both on and off the clock. Understood?" "Oh yes, ma'am. Understood." "I dislike dating. I abhor the expectations imposed on relationships by everyone else. I know exactly what I want, and I haven't got time to waste on men. I do, however, have certain… hungers that need to be indulged on a regular basis. You see, I can be insatiable, too." Pat's cock felt like it grew another inch. "And you seem eager to serve me." "Yes, please. Let me prove it. I'll do whatever you 18

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want me to." "I can see that, Pat." He heard her rise and move back around to the front of her desk. His ears strained, listening to the rustling motions and trying to picture her movements. "Slide in closer to me. Follow the sound of my voice." Pat scooted over and jolted involuntarily when he bumped up against her silky knees. The warm musky scent of her filled his senses and he felt like swooning. Her legs wrapped around his broad shoulders and pulled him in close, her fingers sinking into his thick blond hair at the base of his skull and pulling his mouth hard up into her cunt. No orders were necessary. Pat had fantasized of such a moment from the very first day he worked at Davis Corps. Over and over in his mind, he'd played out every move his tireless tongue would make if only he could have been allowed to get his face into her pussy. He lapped up the overflow of juices from the tops of her inner thighs then took a long, slow, loving lick up the length of her delicious core from the base of her hole, up between her swollen labia, until he settled his mouth on her clit. It was hard and long like a small cock, and he flicked his tongue over it before drawing it into his mouth to suck on it gently with a 19

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rhythmic pumping motion. Her hips echoed his moves, urging him on. Dominating and humiliating him had made her extremely wet and hot. She was so close, and he wanted to be able to give her what she needed. Pat gently groped with one hand and tentatively poised his fingers at her entrance. Feeling no wrath or resistance offered for his boldness, he pushed two fingers inside and fucked her with the same tempo of his mouth on her clit. Ms Davis growled in the back of her throat and rammed his face so hard up between her legs that he struggled to breathe—but he didn't miss a beat. Her thighs clamped against his ears muffled her exquisite moans, but the pulsing and gushing of her wonderful cunt was proof of a very intense orgasm. Pat felt proud. As her explosion subsided, she roughly pushed him back onto his haunches. "Hands behind your head." Though slightly breathless, her voice had lost none of its authority. Pat assumed the position. He was still blindfolded and every other sense was heightened, his mouth and nose filled with the precious taste and aroma of Ms Davis's cunt. He felt the tip of her shoe on the underside of his throbbing cock. It slid up and down the length of his 20

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drooling shaft—once, twice, three times. Then her other shoe was in play, trapping his cock between the expensive shiny pumps. Pat held his breath, unsure of what would happen next. "I think we understand one another very well." Ms Davis's voice was soft, almost gentle. She squeezed her feet together and Pat gave an involuntary cry, half in fear and half in need. "Can you commit to this? To me? It takes a very special kind of man to submit. It takes enormous strength and bravery to let yourself go and become so… exposed." Ms Davis gave another squeeze to his trapped cock. "I know the difference between a doormat and a submissive. Do you?" Pat gasped. "I don't know, ma'am. I've never tried anything like this before." "Oh, but you are a natural. I can help you learn, if you'll allow yourself to be taught. Are you up for the challenge?" "I think so, Ms Davis. I'd be so grateful for the chance." She paused for a long moment, keeping his cock pinned in between her feet. Pat held back the instinctive urge to pump his hips. He needed to come so badly, but it was not up to him—not any more. 21

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"You are desperate, aren't you? Are you dreaming of coming in my hand, my mouth, or my cunt?" Pat groaned loudly, beyond finding the words to reply. Ms Davis gave a throaty chuckle. "A rhetorical question, of course. You will come—if I let you come at all—in the manner of my choosing. Today, it would amuse me to watch you fuck my shoes. I can tell you like high heels—am I right?" Pat nodded, open-mouthed. Droplets of sweat poured down his cheek from beneath the blindfold. "You'll need to use your hands to balance yourself. You have my permission." Blindly, Pat reached out to grasp his beautiful Mistress's calves. "May I?" "Go on—fuck." Pat's hips began to hump uncontrollably until he was wildly fucking his slick cock between her designer shoes. He wouldn't last another second. "Almost there already, are you? Beg me nicely." "Please, Ms Davis… please may I come for you?" "Yes, my pet. Show me." Pat tossed his head back and felt his cock begin to jerk as he sprayed all over her shoes and ankles, spilling 22

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another huge load. He surprised himself. He didn't think there'd be anything left after his sleepless weekend of marathon masturbation sessions. Ms Davis pulled off the sleeping mask, and he blinked up into her contented face. She gazed at him for a long, heart-stopping moment as if she was considering whether he was worthy. "Alright.

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understanding. But this is not just a game. Your probation period begins all over again, starting today." Pat felt tears of gratitude and submission flood his eyes. "Thank you, ma'am." "Get used to the view from down there. Whenever we're alone from now on, I expect you down on your knees unless I tell you otherwise." She extended her leg out to him. "Now lick up your mess." Pat gratefully lapped up every drop of his cum from her shoes and her beautiful smooth legs. He held his breath and waited as Ms Davis then carefully inspected for any missed droplets. Much to his relief, she nodded. "Most satisfactory. I do appreciate such close attention to detail. Between your natural obedience, your readiness to perform, and your cunt-licking skills, I think this new arrangement is going to go very well indeed." Pat's heart leapt with joy. Submitting to a powerful 23

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woman was what he'd fantasized about since puberty, and now it was happening… and with the very goddess of his wet dreams! As though she could read his thoughts, Ms Davis leaned forward and gently cupped his chin. "If you keep up this sort of dedication, you may earn special rewards and bonuses. It would seem a shame to waste that lovely cock of yours solely on wanking demonstrations." Trembling, Pat's knees buckled as he swooned. "Ah, ah, ah—don't get ahead of yourself. I'll decide how far this goes between us. All you need to do is listen, obey, and please me. Understand?" "Y-yes, ma'am. Thank you, Ms Davis." "Now get dressed and go to work. It's almost eight." "Yes, Ms Davis." In a daze, Pat pulled on his clothes. His boss sat behind the desk and began reading a report like nothing out of the ordinary had just happened. As he opened the door to leave, she said, "You'll be subject to constant review from now on." "Yes, ma'am." "Don't fuck it up." "No, ma'am. I won't." She smiled. "Something tells me I won't regret this." "Nor I, ma'am." 24

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Pat grinned and closed the door. The End

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Rachael Baron's erotica has appeared in such publications as Wicked Words 7 (Black Lace/Virgin Books), The Mammoth Book of Women's Erotic Fantasies, For Women Magazine, BEST WOMEN'S EROTICA '05, (Cleis Press), S.M.U.T. Magazine, Desire Magazine, and Forum, U.K. Rachael particularly enjoys writing stories about BDSM and acts of power play. The research is fun, too. If you've enjoyed this story, please politely let Rachael know at: [email protected]