Thread: Parking Violation! (Jack Stalker and blonde_chaos920)

Dominus watched her cross her legs, a mass of exposed thigh causing the rape me shorts she wore to ride up even higher, to the point where every inch of her legs was exposed to his hungry glare. he knew right then that giving her the fucking she deserved was going to take him quite a while, far longer than he had first anticipated. it was going to have to be spread out over a few days, perhaps weeks... perhaps he would never tire of her flesh? that remained to be seen. First he would have to let her know how things were going to be around here, in the big city she was so clearly not used to. Her accent and the way she spoke betrayed her origins and the way she held a desperation to keep her job. He held up a finger as she said sir, leaning back to push a button on his intercom. Hold my calls Ms Svenson. This may take a while. was all he said, before he looked back to listen to her continue. He towered over her normally by almost a foot, but now that he had her in front of him in the chair, it was like he was a giant before her. His suit did little to conceal his powerful but trim frame and his eyes held a piercing and fiery lust as they traversed her flesh and finally came to rest on her face. I'm glad to hear that you've recognised your failings and are ready to make up for them. I have plans for you Miss Drake, first, however, you will need to be educated as to what will be expected of you in your new position. he told her, I've had my eye on you for quite a while, and these reports of your fallings have concerned me. They are more indications of jealousy than anything else, I feel, and that amuses me. he confessed with a grin. Of course while your other errors can be brushed aside or explained by the hurt feelings, envy and damaged pride of others who either crave your flesh or wish that they had your looks, I am at a loss as to why you would take my parking spot... he told her as he stood up and walked around the chair she was in, until he reached the other side of the desk. ...unless, of course, it was a deliberate act of petulance or attention seeking? he finished with a grin. Lets face it Miss Drake. The way you dress, it's designed to make men hard. To get their attention, to make them want to fuck you, isn't it? I mean look at you. Those heels, those legs, every inch of exposed flesh screaming to be touched, to be grasped and clawed at. You make men into beasts simply by walking about in those shoes and flashing your flesh. he told her in a low growl as he reached out and placed a hand on her knee. He allowed his fingers to spread open and feel the heat of her skin as he slid his hand a little along her thigh. I like the way you dress. I not only approve of it, but from now on I insist that you wear heels no shorter than these and skirts that show off as much of your legs as possible. I order that because it will encourage me to forget about any imagined infractions you may be accused of, and devote my thought process to fucking you instead. he grinned. I mention fucking you, Hilary, because clearly you have some degree of intelligence, despite being from the country. Clearly you know the effect you have on men with the way you dress. You can read car parking signs and you knew you were in trouble based on your confession just now. You knew you were going to be summoned here, so why not make it happen sooner? he explained calmly, easing his hand down to her crotch as he leaned in closer, speaking into her ear. You want to fuck me, don't you Hilary? You want to fuck your way out of trouble. Maybe you've done that before? Maybe you've just realised that you can use that tight young cunt between your legs to not only keep your job, but get promoted? he continued, in a low penetrating tone as he brought his lips down to her ear, before leaning back and straightening up again. His hand slid back along her thigh to her knee, remaining against her flesh. I can see that you've invested a lot in this job Hilary. I was intending to promote you, given that the accusations against you are largely fabricated or gossip. Largely given by those who know that their own jobs hang by a thread, as soon as you realise that your youthful cunt is going to let you get ahead. Alas, with your insolent breach of etiquette in stealing my parking space, I'm going to need to make an example of you, I'm going to have to punish you a little before you can be rewarded. he growled, pulling his hand away. I'm going to show you what happens to little whores who think they can fuck their way out of trouble. I'm going to show you what happens to dirty little sluts, who think that the tight wet hole between their legs can get them to keep their job. he hissed impatiently. I'll give you two options. One. Stand up, pull down your shorts, then lean forwards and put your hands on the desk. Two, stay where you are, slide your hand down into your shorts and start fingering yourself, if your fingers get wet enough to show me that youre soaking yourself then I might go easy on you. he commanded.