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                        "BLACKMALED"

                         THE OFFICE
                           PART 1A

Since a 94 year old man, with even older policies and values, was 
still in charge of the privately owned and operated international 
company, a women's chances for advancement were very limited. 
Three months ago, Ann was astonished to learn and absolutely 
flabbergasted to hear that the Board of Directors appointed her 
Vice-President of Finance. She was the first woman ever to reach 
such a high position in the company and, at only 29, she was also 
the youngest vice-president in the history of the firm. Things 
were slowly changing after all this time. What made the company's 
transition difficult was the overseas business, with its quirks, 
pitfalls, and problems.

In this market, bribes, kickbacks, payoffs, and other unethical, 
often illegal, business practices were considered routine and 
expected. Because the majority of the profits came from overseas, 
the firm's board looked for an executive that could withstand and 
resist all the temptations they would certainly come up against. 

This wasn't due to their sense of high standards, but caused by 
the new IRS awards given to anyone who reported and could prove 
certain activities were going on. The company's top executives 
were as cut-throat as any found on Wall street and would stab 
someone in the back without hesitation. This use to be good for 
business, but with the public more aware now, the board decided 
to change the company image. 

Ann displayed a high amount of integrity, intelligence, loyalty, 
and was beyond approach to any of the other executives. She was 
chartered by the old man to keep 'these little boy's hands out of 
the cookie jar'.

Ann was tired and restless. And that wasn't good. She had work to 
get done and tonight was the only time she could find. Taking a 
short break, she turned her chair toward the window and blankly 
stared at the city below. It was 10:30 Thursday night. Everyone 
had gone home long ago. Her desk lamp was the only light on in 
the plush offices atop the 45 story building. 

"This is the price you pay for success girl.", she reminded 
herself. 

Yes and what a price. Her boyfriend, Sam, was upset when she 
called to say she couldn't meet him that evening. They were 
considered by everyone to be the perfect "Yuppie Couple", good 
jobs, plenty of money, and each had expensive cars and clothes. 
They weren't married yet, but they did love one another, after 
their jobs. She really wanted to be with him, especially tonight. 
Ann was horny as hell and dying to be fucked.

Sam just got back from a 2 week business trip this afternoon. She 
hoped he was hornier than she was, if that was possible. She 
loved it when he got worked up, taking charge and making her do 
things in bed. Exciting things. She enjoyed this side of him most 
because, for her, it was such a big difference from how she acted 
at work. She often wished he would do it more and not just in 
bed. 

She sometimes got tired of having to make decisions and it felt 
wonderfully decadent to be bossed around. It was most fortunate 
that nobody at the company knew about this very personal 
characteristic trait. They'd be shocked at first, but then would 
certainly jump at the chance to take advantage of her. She 
couldn't and wouldn't allow that to happen.

Sam discovered it early in their relationship and eventually told 
Ann he'd like to see her act out some of his sexual fantasies. He 
had her to the point that she was willing to do anything he told 
her, as long as it didn't involve pain or other people. 

Sam once mentioned he'd like to see her dress up and act like a 
slut in public, because the image she had at work was one of 
being straight laced and aloof. 

Ann admitted the idea intrigued her, but told him she'd never act 
out that fantasy. She was too afraid of what might happen if 
anyone from the office even heard rumors about it. It was 
forbidden, a dream not to be realized, and a subject he should 
never bring up again.

While sitting alone in her apartment last night, she remembered 
back to how dejected and hurt he looked. Feeling sorry for 
pouncing on him like that, she decided, as a special welcome home 
present, she would at least dress like a slut for him. In the 
privacy of her apartment, not his. AND, NOT IN PUBLIC! 

She took a long lunch today and bought herself outfits for the 
occasion. Walking to her office closet, she pulled out the carry-
on flight bag hanging inside. When her secretary asked about the 
bag, she said that Sam and her were going away for the four day 
weekend and she wanted to be ready. 

Laying it on her sofa, Ann began removing the items that were in 
it.

She pulled out four mini-dresses. Each one was short and 
revealing, fitting tightly on her body. They made her feel 
wickedly indecent when she tried them on in the shop. They looked 
like something a hooker might wear while standing on a street 
corner. 

She laid the dresses down and picked up the next package. In it, 
were pairs of Fogal nylon stockings, one of every color the store 
had. She set these aside and got the third bag. This contained a 
dozen garter belts. Ann only picked up the sexy ones, leaving the 
white plain type for the older ladies to buy. 

She dumped the garter belts out on the sofa and took out the last 
item in the flight bag, a shoe box. 

She only purchased one pair of new shoes. They were sandals made 
from a clear plastic, giving them a crystal look. She recalled 
hearing someone refer to them as 'fuck me shoes'.  She thought it 
was because they had 5 inch thin high heels. After spotting them, 
Ann didn't want to look at any other shoes. She received a sly 
look and smile from the clerk as she paid for everything.

"Oh my! You don't have any panties here. Did you want to look at 
some? We have real sexy ones to ma...", the teenage clerk was 
interrupted.

"Never wear them. Just give me the bottom line so I can get out 
of here. I'm late for work.", Ann ordered.

"Okay!", the clerk said, adding "YOU BITCH!" under her breath.

All the clothes would surprise her boyfriend and just the thought 
of wearing them for him made her hornier. Since nobody could look 
into her office from outside, and even the maintenance people 
were gone now, Ann decided to try on one whole outfit, just to 
see what she looked like. Before stripping out of her business 
clothes, she checked the hallway. Every thing was quiet and 
nobody was around. 

Completely naked and standing in front of her new clothes, Ann 
choose her outfit.

She picked out a pair of nude color nylons and a lacy yellow 
garter belt first. The silky smooth feeling of the stockings 
going on was great compared to the pantyhose she just took off. 
The garter belt hugged her hips and, with the front straps 
hanging down each thigh, framed her pussy sexily. The garter 
straps didn't have to be lengthened since the nylons came up so 
high on her thighs. 

Even though the mini-dresses were all a size too small, junior 
miss 3, Ann had no problem slipping on the shiny silver one she 
grabbed. The open back came very low, almost to her ass, and she 
was afraid her garter belt could be seen. 

Turning to look at her reflection in the office window, she was 
relieved it didn't. The dress was ice cold against her nipples 
and were causing them to become hard and erect. She reached 
behind and connected the silver chain at her neck. It was the 
only thing that kept the front of her dress from falling off her 
shoulders. She slipped into her high heels and looked at the 
window again.

Ann no longer looked like a business women. At least not the type 
she knew. Stepping closer to her desk, she moved the lamp a 
little and got a better view. 

"Thank God these stockings are long!", she thought. The dress was 
so short she could almost see the dark band at the top of her 
nylons. The deep V-front of the dress flattered her chest and she 
did like the way her tits filled the material. Leaning forward 
over the desk, she saw her cleavage more prominently. She also 
felt cool air on her ass as the back lifted. She turned around 
and leaned forward again, watching her reflection to see how high 
the back came up.

"MY GOD!" Ann exclaimed aloud.

She saw her pussy and most of her ass being reflected in the 
window. Remaining this way and staring, Ann was proud to see her 
ass was still small and round. She liked the way the nylons 
emphasized the slimness of her thighs too. Looking more closely 
and spreading her legs a little, she noticed her pussy was 
slightly swollen. 

"No wonder Sam said he likes to fuck me from behind, I look 
pretty good.", she said to herself. 

Before this moment, Ann never thought she could look so sensual 
and started to get more excited. "Yes," she thought, "I like this 
outfit. I think I'll wear it when Sam comes over tomorrow." 

Standing up and facing the window, she conjured up all kinds of 
sexy and nasty things to say to him tomorrow afternoon. Things 
she thought he might like hearing. Leaning on her desk and 
practicing, Ann started talking in her sexiest voice.

"Don't look so surprised Sam. I haven't been fucked in over 2 
weeks. I'm so horny, I can't help myself. Go ahead. Look me over. 
All this is for you. You want me to dress and act like a slut, 
I'll be your slut baby for as long as you want. But only here, 
absolutely no place else. Right here baby. You can do anything 
you want and I won't stop you. Right here. Right now.", she said 
to Sam, her boyfriend, who wasn't really there.

Someone else was though! He was a 6' 10", 43 year old black man, 
and his name was Sam ALSO! He was the owner of the janitorial 
company that cleaned the offices. He was making his final 
inspection of the top floor when he heard Ann's voice in the next 
office. He had been standing in her doorway ever since she said 
'My God!' out loud.

                               =0=

"You know I'd never dress like this if I didn't mean it. I'll act 
like a real slut for you. Slut with a capital S L U T!", Ann 
said, not realizing a different man named Sam was watching and 
listening. 

She leaned forward, rubbing her breasts, and stuck her ass high 
in the air, wiggling it for effect.

"What would you like to do first baby? Do you want me to drop to 
my knees and suck you off right here? I can make your cock wet 
and slippery just like my pussy is. Do you want to throw me down 
on the floor and savagely fuck my brains out? Seriously Sam. You 
can do anything you want to me."
                               =0=


Sam watched as Ann took her right hand and pushed it under her 
short and sexy dress, softly stroking the full length of her 
pussy with her middle finger. He couldn't believe it. He was in 
her office now, his cock growing harder by the second, hypnotized 
by her erotic form. 

"She can't be talking to me.", Sam thought. I just caught her 
playing with herself. She doesn't know what she's saying.

"What's the matter Sam? Cat got your tongue? You can have me any 
way you want baby. Just name it. Fuck me in the ass if you want. 
You can tie me up and fuck my face. I'd really get off if you did 
that! Whatever you want baby. You're not dreaming. The first time 
I saw you, I got excited. More than any man I've ever known 
before, you drive me crazy with lust and make me loose all my 
sexual inhibitions.", Ann moaned, before closing her eyes.

She was being swept away by her horniness and caught up in her 
own dream of what her boyfriend might do to her. Driven by the 
building excitement of acting and hearing herself talk so lewdly, 
she pushed two fingers deeply into her moist pussy and slowly 
extracted them. The palm of her hand was applying a constant 
pressure to her clitoris, making it grow and exciting her more. 
She kept babbling about the things she would let 'her Sam' do. 
She spread her legs wide apart and gyrated her hips while she 
slowly finger-fucked herself. Completely aroused, she laid her 
head down on the desk and continued to masturbate, trying to 
obtain the climax she needed.

Glancing at the other dresses and all the lingerie on her couch, 
Sam was still stunned. This beautiful and young female wanted to 
be his slut? No way! She had to know he was standing there 
though. The keys on his belt made enough noise when he dropped 
his pants down. She had to notice his reflection in the window as 
he stood there and rubbed his growing dick.

Ann continued to wantonly finger-fuck herself and talk, almost 
shouting. Suddenly, her left hand shot out and groped for 
something on her desk. She found a bottle of hand lotion, grabbed 
it, and brought it down to her slick and empty pussy. Spreading 
her pussy-lips apart with two fingers, she pushed the cap of the 
bottle into herself and groaned. Imagining Sam, her boyfriend, 
was looking at her, she continued talking.

"See what kind of horny slut I really am baby. You can fuck me 
with anything! I'll masturbate with this and you keep stroking 
that big dick. Get it hard for me baby. When you're ready to 
fuck, don't say anything. Just get behind me and ram your cock in 
my cunt. Make me scream. Treat me like dirt. Abuse me Sam, I'm 
your slut."

With the bottle firmly wedged inside her pussy, Ann brought her 
hands up and grabbed the other side of the desk. She began 
humping her desk, forcing the bottle a little deeper each time 
it. She looked at her reflection in the office window again and 
spoke.

"Hurry up baby! This is too small. Why don't you pull it out and 
replace it with that beautiful cock you're rubbing. That's what I 
really want! You have to know that! You must believe me! Please 
baby! I need your cock right now Sam! Please! Give it to me! Fuck 
me Sam! Fuck me!"

That did it! She convinced him. Ann was begging Sam to fuck her. 
She looked right at him the window and couldn't help but see his 
reflection standing behind her's.

"Hang on! Let me get my underwear down.", Sam said.

                               =0=

Ann froze dead still, turned a pale white, stopped breathing, and 
her heart skipped several beats. In the window, she saw a huge 
black man moving behind her. 

She blinked her eyes to make sure she wasn't seeing things. The 
man was advancing toward her, making chime-like noises as he got 
closer. Every instinct told her to scream and cover herself, but 
she was paralyzed. She saw the reflection of, and felt, his huge 
black hands grab her hips. Her eyes opened wide in terror and her 
mouth gaped open for a scream. It never came out. One of his 
hands disappeared. She felt the bottle slowly coming out of her 
pussy. 

As if to confirm what her body already told her, she looked in 
the window, waiting for the bottle to appear in the hand of the 
man behind her. It didn't! Instead, Ann heard a dull thud, like 
something dropped on her office carpet. She sighed, closed her 
eyes, and thought to herself, "God I need to get fucked. I'm 
starting to imagine things. The bottle only fell out! Probably 
because I'm so wet down there."

Like a thousand tiny flashbulbs going off at the same time, her 
eyes lit up while still closed! She knew what caused it, but 
didn't believe it. Her hips were slammed hard against the desk 
again. She knew why, but kept denying the reason. Again, her body 
was slammed from behind and her desk shook. The fourth time she 
was pounded, the air in her lungs involuntarily escaped.

"Come on slut! Move that ass and fuck me back! I ain't going to 
do all the work.", Sam yelled at her.

"NO! NO! LEAVE ME ALONE! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING! GET OFF 
ME!", Ann finally screamed.

"Shut the fuck up slut! You invited me.", Sam said.

"I...I WHAT! I did no such thing! STOP! GET OFF OF ME DAMN YOU!"

"Yes you did! I didn't know you had a thing for black guys. So, 
you've wanted to be my slut ever since you first saw me! Shit! 
You should have spoke up sooner.", Sam told her.

"No! No! I...I was... OH GOD! STOP IT! You're hurting me!"

"Fuck you! I only got a couple of inches in. 'Abuse me.', you 
said. If you want to be my slut, you'll take all of it!", Sam 
yelled.

"NOOO! OOOHHH! It hurts! STOP! I CAN EXPLAIN!"

"Explain what! That I can fuck your ass. Tie you up and fuck your 
face if I want! Maybe I'll try that later. Right now I want some 
of that cunt you've been playing with. Come on! I'm starting to 
get pissed. I don't like fucking cock-teasers!", Sam said to her.

She had the tightest pussy he ever fucked and, after looking down 
at his cock between her creamy white ass cheeks, he wasn't sure 
if he could get the whole thing inside her. 

Ann's pussy-lips were thinly stretched around the shaft of his 
dick and glistening with her own wetness, but that didn't make it 
any easier for him to fuck her. Having a cock that measured 6 
inches around and nearly 11 inches long, there weren't many woman 
who could take the whole thing, not the first time anyway. Sam 
was determined to fuck her with it all though, or until no more 
would fit.

"You can't fool me! I heard you beg me for it. You looked right 
at me in the window and told me to pull that bottle out of your 
cunt and shove my cock up there instead. You going to deny 
that?", Sam asked.

"No! I didn't mean...I mean yes I said...But I...I..."

Ann was confused. This guy must have been watching her for a long 
time. Yes, she was sexually excited, but she had to explain to 
him what she was really doing. No matter how embarrassed she was 
to admit it to a stranger or how totally humiliating it would be 
for her, she had to make him understand that he was wrong. She 
wasn't begging HIM to fuck her, she was thinking of her lover and 
talking out loud to herself, that was all. It wasn't a come-on or 
invitation to anyone. Ann turned to look behind her.

"OOOO! Twist that ass! Yeah! Like that!", Sam moaned.

He saw another two inches of his cock slide in her. He lunged 
forward, slamming her and shaking the desk, but couldn't fuck any 
deeper. He saw the bottle she was using by his feet and got an 
idea. Placing his left hand firmly on her back and pressing down 
hard, he pulled his cock out of her. 

Before she could react, he bent down, grabbed the bottle, and 
shoved his cock back in her. Ann screamed for help when he shoved 
into her sore pussy again. Unlike her, Sam was positive there was 
nobody else in the building to hear her scream. Everyone was gone 
for the long weekend.

Ann thought the man changed his mind when he pulled out, that he 
realized he had made a giant mistake after all. That's why she 
didn't move. But, when she felt him roughly jam his cock back 
into her, she knew her chance to escape his attack was gone. She 
tensed further when she felt something cold and wet touch her 
pussy.

Sam was pouring hand lotion over the exposed area of his cock, he 
figured this would allow him to fuck into her all the way. The 
white lotion was thick and drooling over his cock, it looked like 
his cum. All set now, Sam closed the bottle and dropped it to the 
floor.

"Well, what are you waiting for? You going to fuck me or just lay 
there with your ass in the air?", he asked her.

When she didn't respond, Sam grabbed her small waist with his big 
hands, almost encircling it, and cruelly fucked his hips forward 
with all his might, while pulling her back at the same time.

"OOOOOOOHHHH MMMMMMMMMYYYYYY GOOOOODDDDD!", Ann screamed and flew 
off the desk.

Ann was as light as a feather, weighing only 103 pounds. After 
jumping off the desk, she was perched on his cock and it looked 
like she was sitting on a pole in front of him. Her feet were 
dangling 18 to 20 inches above the floor. She wasn't about to go 
anywhere, but Sam scooted forward and pressed her smooth nylon 
covered legs between him and the desk anyway. He wasn't sure if 
he got all his dick in or not, but he knew he shoved most of it 
up her. He stood still and didn't move, allowing her time to 
adjust to the pain of being fucked so deeply, so suddenly.

Ann indeed felt pain. It was a searing pain that shot through her 
body. It starting from her labia to deep inside her womb. She 
thought she'd pass out it was so bad, but regretfully didn't. It 
felt as though a huge drill bit had been crudely rammed inside 
her, pushing and then shredding everything it came in contact 
with upon entering. All the nerve endings she had down there were 
burning from the sudden invasion.

Sam looked at the reflection they made in the window. He couldn't 
see anything but his dark figure standing behind a suddenly tall 
and very sexily dressed Ann. That was all he could make out. He 
reached over with his long arms and pulled her desk lamp closer. 
That was better, but still not good enough. He adjusted the lamp 
again, shining the light more on Ann's body and face. The window 
reflection got brighter and turned into a life-size photograph.

"I always thought you were a sexy little thing. Shit! Dressed 
like this, you're 10 times sexier.", he said in her ear.

Sam kept checking the window, to see when her tortured grimace 
went away. When she relaxed, he would begin to fuck her. For now 
though, his cock was being gripped tightly inside her and he 
wasn't about to complain. He'd give her all the time she needed 
to get use to his size. Using one hand to hold her upper body 
against him, Sam reached down with the other and pulled the hem 
of her silver dress up past her waist, exposing her nylons, 
garter belt, and naked pussy. He looked up at the window again.

"Fuck me dead!", he said out loud.

He was buried to the hilt in her. There was a swelling in her 
lower stomach, a big bulge where his cock was. Something else 
looked strange to him and then he noticed what it was. Ann's 
cunt-lips were gone. The force of his thrust and thickness of his 
cock had them drawn and stuffed inside her! 

Just below her triangular patch of blonde pubic hair, there was 
nothing. Her pussy couldn't be seen at all. Only his black hairy 
balls showed up in stark contrast to the white skin between her 
legs. She still had the same expression on her face, so Sam 
decided to see what the rest of her body looked like. Leaning 
back and appraising her dress for a moment, he found a latch that 
kept a chain taunt across her shoulder blades and un-snapped it.

"Boy! you sure wear some expensive clothes. How many outfits do 
you have over there anyway?", Sam asked her.

                               =0=

Ann couldn't hear a single word he said. The burning inside her 
vagina was still intense. She was grateful that he wasn't moving, 
but it was a poor consolation. She was aware that her feet 
weren't on the floor and that he was holding her on his monstrous 
cock. In her present state, she'd be willing to beg him to let 
her down so she could stand squarely on her feet. With her eyes 
still shut tightly, she opened her mouth to ask him this one 
small favor. Nothing came from her voice box but a high pitched 
squeak.

Sam barely heard the sound and look at her in the window. Ann's 
pink lips were trying to form a word and he tried to guess it.

"You want to start fucking NOW?", Sam asked.

Ann shook her head 'no'

"You want me to pull OUT a little bit?" he asked again.

Ann violently shook her head 'no'. She was too fearful that if he 
did, she'd see, 'up close and personal', her vagina being pulled 
inside out by his cock. She tried again to lip the word 'DOWN'.

"OUCH? Yeah, I'm sure it hurts, but give it a minute or two. 
Actually, you've done pretty good. Coating my dick with that hand 
lotion helped slide it in a bunch too. You want to know 
something? You're the first woman able to take all 11 inches the 
first time. Go on! Take a look. You can see the outline of my 
dick inside your cunt. I ain't lying. You can see my dick buried 
in your cunt from the outside!", Sam said to her.

Ann's eyes popped open wide when she heard him say 11 inches. 
Sam, her boyfriend, was 7 inches long and he sometimes hurt her 
when they fucked. No wonder she felt so much burning pain. How 
could he get 11 inches inside her? 

"My vibrator is 8 inches," she was thinking, "and I can't take it 
all. He's got to be lying." 

She tried to focus on the window by blinking several times. She 
immediately regretted what she saw. The man fucking her was 
definitely black and huge! Ann was 5' 5" and off the floor, 
still, the man towered above her head and made her look like a 
midget.

Sam, his eyes half closed, watched her look at the window and 
decided it was time for some serious fucking. Because her pussy 
was so tight, he'd take it nice and slow this first time. He 
tried to step out of his pants and could hear a high pitched 
squeal coming from her each time he moved. Finally able to kick 
them out of the way, he scooted back and lowered himself.

"OOOH GOD! STOP! PLEASE DON'T MOOOVE!", Ann screamed.

"Never had a big dick before huh? Don't worry. Just have to 
stretch your cunt a little more. Hold on! Here we go.", Sam said 
and thrust what little he did pull out, back into her.

"NOOOOOO! YOU BAAAASTARD! SSSSTOOOOOOOP!"

Sam stopped all right and stood up straight, bringing her with 
him back the same position. This caused Ann to scream out in 
agony again. He felt it was time to teach her some manners. He 
reached around front and squeezed each of her exposed tits in his 
big hands until she screamed again.

"Get one thing clear! You don't ever call me names. You got 
that!", Sam yelled and squeezed hard on her tits again.

"YES! PLEASE YES! Oh God Please! Whatever you say! YES!"

Sam released her tits and grabbed her slim waist again. When he 
pulled his cock back and lowered himself this time, she only 
whimpered, biting her lips to keep from screaming out.

"That's better. Keep your mouth shut! Now spread your legs wider 
so I can fuck this tight cunt you got!"

Able to stand in her high heels now, Ann tried to spread her legs 
further apart, but couldn't move them. She forgot about the 
burning pain his cock was causing and concentrated on not getting 
him mad again.

With a loud BANG, Ann was pushed face down on the desk. Sam moved 
his feet back from her's and put himself at the angle and height 
he wanted. He then began to fuck her. With each steady push and 
pull, the distance his cock traveled increased. Soon, he was able 
to get half his dick out and back in smoothly. Then, he started 
fucking her in a circular motion. He saw her pussy was adjusting 
to his size, even if she wasn't. As long as she kept quiet and 
cooperated, he didn't care. Sam started pulling more of his dick 
out until only the head remained inside her. A few more long 
stokes like these and he'd have her get in his favorite position, 
on her hands and knees with her ass high in the air. First, he 
wanted to tease her. If she wanted to be his slut, then he'd 
treat her like one.

"Hey, your taking the whole thing now! How you like having 11 
inches of cock rammed up your cunt? You like it slut? Sure you 
do. I can see your cunt juicing all over my cock. Bet your 
boyfriend never fucked you this good. Know how I can tell? Your 
cunt's real tight, that's how. Well. let's see if he likes 
fucking the cave I leave between your legs when I'm done. Bet his 
little dick just bounces around in here and doesn't hit jack 
shit! What do you think slut? Think his small pecker will ever 
get you off again?", Sam taunted her.

Ann could only grunt. She was semi-relaxing, the burning easing 
up some, but she still felt like she was being stretched apart 
inside. Each shove of his hips, caused her to make a face and 
squeal. Ann never thought anyone could reach so far inside her. 
She could feel the head of it push in and fill the deepest 
regions of her vagina. 

"Is he really that big or is he using something else on me? 
Whoever he is, he caught me by surprise. I was already excited, 
so what he's doing should make no difference. So why does it?", 
she thought. A cold shiver went up her spine.

"Enough of this! You pussy's ready for some serious fucking. Get 
up!", Sam ordered.

After pulling his dick out, Ann stayed where she was. Her ass and 
legs hung down the front of the desk and her feet spread wide 
apart.

Sam looked at her. "Shit!", he thought suddenly, "What the fuck 
am I doing? I've got to come back here Monday and negotiate the 
contract on this place. With HER! She's a good piece of ass, but 
she's not worth $80,000 a year. Fuck!" Sam stood there, all sorts 
of gloomy thoughts running through his head, mostly about loosing 
the business on this place. Sam came up with an idea. He looked 
at her, to make sure she wasn't going to get up. "No, she'll stay 
put for a while, but I better move quick.", he said to himself.

As Sam quietly left Ann's office, buck naked, she was thinking 
about what just happened. "How could I be so damn stupid. Why 
didn't I just finish up with the work on my desk and go home. I 
could have tried the clothes on there and then nobody would have 
barged in on me. How could I loose control like that? Because I'm 
horny as hell. Sam hasn't made love to me in almost 3 weeks." 
While Ann was trying to rationalize and justify everything going 
on, Sam was in the  main conference room next door.

He found the cabinet he was looking for. He rummaged around and 
grabbed what he knew was inside. He'd 'borrowed' it before. As a 
matter of fact, for the same purpose, but with one difference. 
Those woman knew their picture was being taken, Ann wouldn't. Not 
until it was too late. The camera and a package of film he pulled 
out developed pictures instantly. Loading it as fast as he could, 
he ran back. He'd clean up the papers on the floor after he was 
done with Ann.

She was still laying on her desk. Sam walked over and pointed the 
camera. He had to get her face. Nobody would believe him 
otherwise. If she went to the police and said Sam raped her, the 
cops would believe her and throw his ass in jail. He also wanted 
to make sure it included the clothes she was wearing, as extra 
proof he didn't rape her. 

By not moving when he left, Ann made it easy for Sam to get the 
perfect picture. Her face was well lit by the desk lamp. The back 
of her silver dress was hiked up, exposing her naked ass and the 
tops of her nylon stockings, attached to a sexy yellow garter 
belt. She was wearing 'fuck me heels' and her legs were spread 
wide apart. The bottle of hand lotion was on the carpet between 
her feet, at first glance, looking like a vibrator. 

"This is great!", Sam thought.