“Could it be that she just wanted to act out for attention?”
The voice comes from the CFO of the company, Taylor Barr. Where Max has short, black hair, Taylor has medium-length dark auburn hair that I’ve always wanted to run my hands through. I didn’t even notice him entering the room.
“Ah, Taylor, you’re here,” Max remarks without looking away from me or moving his hand from my ass. “Good.”
“What are you two doing?” I ask with short breaths.
“I found something very interesting in your porn history, Emily,” Max says, and when I realize what he’s talking about, I feel so petrified that I want to shrink away into nothing and be as far away as possible. “A menage fetish isn’t something I expected from you. But you have good taste, at least.”
“I’m sorry, Mr. Armstrong, I shouldn’t have-”
“Please,” he says, “call me Max. And Mr. Barr is Taylor. We should get a little comfortable with each other if you’d like to hear us out.”
My eyes go wide. They...they can’t possibly be suggesting what I think they are.
“Max and I were talking about some of our shared interests,” Taylor says as he approaches me from behind, and I feel his strong hands on my shoulders. He starts massaging my back and neck slowly. I’m so tense that it actually feels pretty incredible, but I’m too nervous to show it.
“We were going to hire a professional to cater to some of our unusual tastes,” Max says, nodding down at me. “But your situation gave us an idea.”
“One night,” Taylor says. Max takes his hand off my ass, and Taylor holds my hips to pull my ass into his crotch. When I feel his hardness too, I know exactly what these two huge men are getting at. “One night where anything goes. You, me, and Max. We all make our dreams come true, and we can forget this little incident.”
I don’t know what to say. My heart is pounding, and my pussy is getting warm at just the thought of that. But this is so...just so wrong that I don’t even know where to begin.
But if it’s so wrong, why am I excited?
I look both of them in the eye, biting my lip.
“Well, Emily?” Max asks, casually squeezing my breasts as if I’m just another piece of his property. “What’ll it be?”
I cannot believe myself.
My eyes are blindfolded, and that’s the only piece of clothing on my entire body.
I’m kneeling on the conference table in the very room where Max and Taylor interviewed me for this job a year ago. I remember them sitting there and drinking me in with their eyes, but I never thought that would lead to this.
The smooth wood is cool on my knees and feet. My arms are behind my back, held together by soft yet strong handcuffs.
This is all part of the contract I signed to make this happen. The second my pen touched that paper, I knew I was in way over my head.
It’s cool in the room, and my nipples are so stiff they feel hard. My makeup is perfect, but I’m not going to be able to see it until one of them decides to take the blindfold off.
Just when I’m starting to wonder if they’re even coming or if this was some elaborate joke to humiliate me before firing me, the door swings open.
“Fuck,” I hear Taylor groan, laden with desire, and I know he’s talking about me. “She looks better than I could have hoped for.”
“I was having second thoughts about this deal,” I hear Max say, “but Emily, as always, you exceed expectations.”
“Thank you, sirs,” I say, barely above a squeak.
I smell their cologne as they get close to me, and their heavy footsteps move around the table like sharks circling prey.
That’s all I am to them right now.
This is just for a deal, Emily, I tell myself. That’s the only reason you’re doing this.
But I know I’m lying to myself.
I’m going to love every second of this.