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Predetermined Meeting

Date: 8/16/2015, Categories: Fantasy, Author: horny fox, Rating: 62.5, Source: sexstories.com

frame of a powerfully built man who had not let my muscles turn to flab at my age. I had the air of supreme self-confidence of a man who has single-handedly built an international empire. She feels the strength in my grasp as she shook my hand. She can't help but find me attractive, and a bit intoxicating. " Please, have a seat," I guided her to the leather armchair beside the desk. " Would you like some wine?" " Wine, please," Alyssa answered. I settled behind my desk, pushing a button on the phone. " Martin, wine for Alyssa," I barked. Alyssa can tell I'm used to giving orders. A moment later, the guard from the desk out front entered. He moved to a bar at the side of the room and poured the wine, then brought the glass to Alyssa. " Thank you," Alyssa smiled sweetly, eliciting an icy glare. " Will there be anything else, sir?" the guard asked, turning toward me. I waved him away with a negligent gesture. When the door closed behind him, I turned my attention back to Alyssa. " Now, Alyssa..." " I suppose the recent...predicament is a shock to you?" " Yes," she answered, looking at me. " I have arranged for you to stay in a gated property with 24 hr security. You will continue receiving your pay. You will be doing work for me." I sat forward in my chair, my steely eyes studying her face. Finally I spoke. " Your life will be very much changed." I fell silent, letting the reality of the situation sink in for a long moment. With a sick feeling in the pit of her stomach, she ... asks in a small voice, " What are you going to do?" " You will perform certain services for me." I said finally. Alyssa looked up hopefully. " This is a personal services contract," I explained, handing the several-page document to Alyssa, " between yourself and me for a term of 5 years. Your annual salary will be $64,000." " What would I be doing?" she asked. " Just what it says," I answered with a wolfish grin. " Personal services." My leering stare told Alyssa just how " personal" those services are likely to be. Her face burned with embarrassment. She wanted to throw that contract back in my sneering face. But she did not. Finally, she asked, " if I agree?" " You stay in seclusion with security guards." I concluded with an insolent grin. Alyssa's brain worked feverishly, searching for a way out. Despair gripped her stomach as she slowly reconciled herself to the fact that she is trapped. " It seems I have little choice," she finally uttered. She turned to me. " Where do I sign?" " Not so fast," I interrupted. " I didn't get where I am today by accepting untested merchandise. Stand up and show me what I'm buying." Taken aback, Alyssa rose slowly to her feet. She looks at me uncertain. " Take off your clothes," I ordered. At her hesitation, I growled, " Or get out now and I make a phone call." Dropping her frightened eyes from my uncompromising gaze, Alyssa fumbled with the buttons of her blouse. She slips the blouse from her shoulders and laid it carefully over the arm of her ...