Turning her phone off and stuffing it in her purse, she sipped her shot again and watched Tim do his work. Before she knew it, he had refilled her glass and was sitting beside her.
Downing his own shot, he encouraged her to drink hers and then grabbed her hand. “Come on. I didn’t show you the theme rooms this morning. You need to see those,” he told her, grabbing a set of card keys and leading her down a hallway she hadn’t noticed before.
Tim showed her the doctor’s office for exams, the school room, and several other rooms. Then he showed her the prop room and costume room, explaining the plain room could be set up for any fantasy imagined.
Turning, he trapped her against the wall with his body and took her mouth in a passionate kiss. “See anything that interests you, baby? As the receptionist, you need to be able to explain how things work to anyone who might ask.” He had started nibbling on her neck, and it was getting hard for her to think.
“I…I don’t know,” she panted, running her hands through his hair. How was she supposed to answer when he had one hand inside her blouse, playing with her breast?
“I guess I’ll have to pick then,” he told her, laughing and dragging her toward the costume room.
He showed her the various costumes and watched her face for interest. She was going to pick whether she realized it or not.
The first outfit he grabbed was doctor and patient. Tasha shook her head no. Then he grabbed the harem girl, and again no. The next outfit was a business suit and skirt and top for a secretary. She smiled at this. Business office it was.
Chapter Seven
Tim showed Tasha to the room they had set up as an executive’s office and gave her the clothes to change into, before he went to the locker room to change himself.
“Here, baby, put these—and only these—on. If you are wearing underwear, take it off. I want you wearing nothing but this.” Along with the clothes, he handed her a pair of six-inch stilettos.
Tasha was excited to play this game with Tim. She had read several scenes in her books and always imagined what it would be like to be laid across a huge desk and taken. This room was perfect.
Tim went to the locker room and quickly changed, then grabbed a few toys to use on his girl. He knew she was new to the lifestyle, but he was going to introduce her to some more bondage and anal play tonight.
After making sure the club was locked up and all the lights off, he went to play with his girl.
When Tim entered the office, Tasha was sitting primly with her legs crossed in the pencil skirt and blouse he had given her to wear. The skirt was a light beige and the blouse white, and she had put her light-brown hair in a bun, which had a pencil sticking out of it.
She turned to him as he entered. “Good day, Mr. Robbins, I’ve brought your coffee for our morning meeting.” She smiled politely, getting into character.
“Very well, Ms. Rivers, did you complete the notes for the project we spoke about?”
“My notes, sir, yes, um…let me go get them.” She fidgeted.
“You forgot again. Ms. Rivers, haven’t we spoken about this?”
“Yes, sir,” Tasha answered, hanging her head.
“And what did we say was going to happen next time?” Tim was enjoying himself.
“You wouldn’t spank me, sir. No one does that anymore.” Tasha tried to make her voice sound shocked.
“Yes, I would, and will, Ms. Rivers. Now over the desk with you, and lift that skirt.”
“But, Mr. Robbins, isn’t there something else you’d rather do?” Tasha smiled and, standing, turned and ran one finger down the buttons of his shirt.
“Yes, Ms. Rivers, we will do that. After you’ve had your discipline.” He laughed an evil laugh. “Now, I believe you were given an instruction.”
Tasha turned and draped herself over the desk, lifting her skirt and baring her bottom for him. “This is so embarrassing, Mr. Robbins. Please—do we have to do this?”
“Yes, Ms. Rivers, we do. You’ve been warned enough. Time for me to put my words into action,” he answered her as he walked up behind her, running his hands over her bare ass cheeks.
Walking around, he took her hands and pulled them to the straps attached to the desk legs, and wrapping a strap around each wrist, he tightened them enough to hold her in place but not to hurt her. Then he returned to the other side of the
desk and did the same with her feet, leaving her spread across the desk, open for him.
Slipping two fingers into her slit he found she was wet and ready for him. He circled her clit, barely grazing the little bud and she tensed. “Very good, baby, very good,” he praised her, leaning down and kissing the back of her neck.