1. Knowing one's place


    Date: 2/25/2016, Categories: Hardcore, Author: 0Curious, Rating: , Source: LushStories

    smile out of the corner of his mouth to suggest that he thought that he had in some way instigated her current provocative behaviour; fool. She had played out a variation on this theme countless times though and so knew that he would soon sign, and then eagerly hand over a very large cheque. She smiled to herself; his sort were like an open book. Her pouty red lips flashed him a well-practised smile and she slowly started unbuttoning her shirt, revealing her intricate, laced bra. He was breathing heavily now. "Is zis 'ow you imagined my breasts?" she asked seductively. "Mmm, yes," he replied, a little spittle spilling out of the side of his mouth. He really was easy, this one and so she didn't feel the need to push any harder. "Look, I think I've got a general idea of your condition through our little chat Mr 'enley. Please be assured zat I run a very exclusive clinic 'ere and we will be able to 'elp you." She got up and reached over the desk, allowing her breasts to captivate his attention. "Here’s ze contract and ze conditions," she continued, as his hungry eyes followed her. "Remember, zat by signing zis, you are openly and freely placing your trust in my alternative therapy methods. We’re ze best," she continued slowly, her deep red lipstick sofly lulling him, "and I’ll personally guarantee that we take good care of you." He was convinced he could hear the thudding sound of his own heartbeat as the adrenaline raced around his body. Without bothering to read the fine ...
    print, he eagerly scribbled his signature, salivating at the thought of such a delectable offer. “Please give ze contract to the receptionist on your way out and come back tomorrow at three,” Camille smiled as she secured the money in her desk drawer. A little deflated to cut the action short, he left the room, with images of his therapist fresh in his mind. The handle of the door clicked into place. The room fell into silence. "And zat my dear Amee, is 'ow you close a deal quickly,” she laughed. Her eyes fell on her young, red-haired assistant who sat in the corner of the room, gripping her clipboard nervously. *** Amy was intrigued by her new job, in a way that she had never been intrigued with anything else in her whole life. It married her love of psychology consummately with her overloaded sex drive and her fascination with control. She was entirely captivated by Camille Montsarde; when she saw her in action she knew that this was who she wanted to become. She hopped off bus number nine with a spring in her step and peered up at her new workplace. The building was two hundred floors of neoteric sheer glass that stretched up elegantly to the heavens. For her, it was like a prodigious glass dildo, towering over all in the vicinity. As she approached the building, the automatic doors parted before her and she took a deep breath and smiled before taking a decisive step into her new place of study. The hall was like any other, with the various company plaques behind the reception ...
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