My legs get weak. I have to grab onto the bar just to prevent myself from crumbling to the ground. “My guess is that someone wants to use you to get to me. I am bringing in hundreds of millions of dollar a month, in oil revenue, from Odostan. You would be the perfect target for a ransom,” my boss says as those words just hang there in the air.
“What should I do?” I ask.
Mr. Peak looks at me for a long moment. Then he lays down the options. “There is an easy solution and a not-so-easy solution. The easy solution is to withdraw you from public life - no more social parties, no more public events. You would be my secret plaything kept under lock and key, surrounded by a staff of ex-Special Forces soldiers who would ensure your protection. The not-so-easy solution is to, well, keep you out there and draw out the enemy. You would seduce the enemy and then turn the tables on them.”
My first thought is that I could never give up the fame that has come along with the fortune. My second thought is that I could be killed. It takes me a moment to weight both options. Then I look into my boss’s eyes. As long as I am in hiding, the threat will still be in the shadows. My boss has trained me to be the predator, not the prey. I am the femme fatale not the damsel in distress. Even though I am scared down to marrow of my bones, I know what I need to do.
“Sir, I am ready for this mission,” I tell my boss.
“Good girl.”
“What should I do?”
“You will go about your usual routine with a few modifications to your person,” Mr. Peak says as he walks up to me. My boss pulls a pen out of his pocket, he presses the button at the top of the pen. A five inch blade jets out of the tip. He holds the blade right up to my cheek. “If you feel threatened by anyone, tear a hole into their face. I don’t give a f**k who it is,” my boss says as he hands me the pen.
I nervously grab the clever weapon and stare at it. Mr. Peak reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small case.
“What is in there, Sir?” I ask.
Mr. Peak opens the case and shows me a set of fingernails. He picks up one of the nails and grabs my forearm. He begins to slowly scrape the nail against my flesh. “These nails are made from carbon fiber. It is super-lightweight, super-strong and super-sharp at the tip. You will have ten blades at your fingertips. My advice. Go for their eyes. Gouge them. Blind them. Then run away.”
Mr. Peak hands me the fingernails. My body begins to shake with anticipation. “Of course, it would be optimal if you don’t have to use any of these weapons,” Mr. Peak explains. “Find out who is targeting me. Once you find out that information, I’ll be able to sic the wolves on those motherfuckers.”
Dammit. I am so f**king attracted to my boss right now.
As I look at the weapons in my hands, I realize that now is a good time to tell my boss about the modeling career. Things have gotten so serious that there should be no secrets between us. “Mr. Peak, I need to let you know where I was this morning,” I say as I steady myself for any explosion of rage my from boss.
“And where exactly were you this morning?”
“I was invited to the Juliette Agency. They signed me on to be a model due to all of the publicity I’ve gotten this past week.”
“How much of a cut is she getting on your modeling fee?”
“A cut?” I ask.
“You signed a modeling contract without discussing your agent’s fee?!” My boss fumes.
He walks over to me and rips off all of my clothes. “Get on your knees!” Mr. Peak demands. I follow my boss’s order as my nak**ed flesh shivers in the air conditioned suite. “Now put your head down and place your as**s up in the air!” my boss demands. Well, well, well. I am not one to argue with my boss.
“When you sign a contract, without reading it, you end up getting f**ked. And I’m the only one who is allowed to f**k you! Do you understand me?” Mr. Peak proclaims as I hear him get undressed.
“Yes, sir!” I exclaim as I await my punishment.
Mr. Peak gets behind me. He runs his strong hands over my nak**ed flesh. I feel him play with my hard nipp**les. He runs his fingers across my face. I begin to suck on his index finger while he presses his hard co**ck against my as**s.
My boss begins to rub his hard di**ck against me. I anticipate his next move as I feel his breath against my back. “Dammit. Your body is so f**king tight and nice,” Mr. Peak growls as he begins to enter me.
Mr. Peak grabs my hair and begins to slowly pump me from behind. He pulls on my hair and begins to f**k me faster and harder. My boss spanks me on the as**s. He presses my head against the carpet and grabs my as**s as he goes deep. Oh my God. I’m gonna cum!