Chapter 5
Nick Saxby's apartment in an exclusive building on Philadelphia's main line was an elegant bachelor pad — the kind of place that could serve as a background for an ad in Playboy magazine. And on Friday night it looked especially elegant.
The spacious living room area was furnished with expensive modern furniture - black leather couches against walls at opposite ends of the room, a thick oaken table laden with bowls of appetizers and party sandwiches, low-slung, scooped-out chairs, and on the floor, thick wall-to-wall beige carpeting.
Across the room from the table stood a mahogany paneled bar and behind it Nick's official hostess for the evening, Flo Jones, who was dressed in a tight-fitting low-cut red dress that made her look like a racy sexpot.
Leaning on the counter, the buxom blonde was busy sampling the expensive imported liqueurs that Nick stocked — at great expense — for some of his more discriminating dates, like Tanya, the tall oriental-looking model from the advertising agency that handled the Cunningham account. As Flo oohed and aahed at the strange, sweet tastes, Nick scurried about to make sure everything was well-arranged for his little "party." This would be the most important soiree he'd ever thrown in his life, for if things worked right, Norma Peterson was certain to quit the company in disgrace as a result of it and pave the way for him to assume the vice-presidency.
He straightened the throw pillows on one of the black leather couches and turned to the vivacious secretary behind the bar.
"Hey Flo, come over here, I want to show you something," he said.
Flo set down her drink and followed him to the bedroom, the center of which was occupied by a luxurious circular bed. To one side of it stood something that looked rather out of place — a zebra-striped spread loosely draped over an indistinguishable object. It looked like the kind of drop-cloth that artists put over their sculptures before the grand unveiling.
"See this?" Nick said.
"Sure, I see it. It looks like some sort of bedspread."
"You're right, Flo baby. It is a bedspread, but there's something underneath it."
"What is this? Twenty questions?"
Nick grinned, then ambled over and ripped the zebra-patterned cloth off the hidden object with a dramatic gesture. Underneath was revealed a slide projector mounted on a table with casters.
"So what?" Flo said, shrugging her shoulders.
"This, baby doll, is our 'light show' for the evening. I have certain slides in here that I'm going to show in front of our dear Miss Peterson. Certain slides that are going to embarrass the hell out of her."
"Will you stop talking riddles!" Flo demanded.
Nick faced the secretary, a rugged grin lighting his face, and grasped her shoulders.
"Flo baby, this is what you and I have been waiting for. When I get Norma Peterson in this room and she sees those slides, she'll flip out. And when everybody else from Cunningham is sitting in this room looking at the same slides, they're gonna flip too. That bitch will be on her way out of a job in no time flat."
"You mean you really got something on her?" Flo gasped incredulously.
"You're damn right, baby," Nick assured her. "Here's where you come in. I want everybody from the office inside this bedroom around ten o'clock. Tell them you're gonna smoke a joint or something. I have some grass in a plastic bag behind the bar."
"Oh, / get it," Flo said. "Once everybody's in the bedroom, you walk in with Norma Peterson, and we start the slide show. But how are you planning to keep her in there?"
"Just leave that to me, sweetheart," Nick grinned and clapped her on the shoulders just as the doorbell rang. He looked up. "It looks like we have guests."
Jovially, the buoyant host parted company with his female ally and answered the door. He was greeted by one of Cunningham's top salesmen, Don Richardson, a sandy-haired ex-football player dressed in a blue suit and striped regimental tie.
"Hello, Nick my man," Richardson grinned as he entered the apartment. "This sure as hell doesn't look like an orgy to me."
"The guest of honor hasn't arrived yet. Just wait my friend, just wait." ' Clapping the hefty salesman on the back, Nick led him to the bar, and was joined by Flo, who emerged from the bedroom. Richardson eyed the young secretary's low-cut dress and whistled appreciatively.
"So this is the guest of honor!"
"Afraid not," Nick laughed. "The guest of honor is none other than Miss Norma Peterson."
At that, the smile on the salesman's face suddenly disappeared.
"Now you're putting me on, old buddy. If Norma Peterson is coming to this party, I'm leaving."
"Just hang on," Nick assured him as Flo fixed a bourbon and water, which she knew from past experience was Richardson's usual libation.
"I'm serious, Nick. If that bitch comes in here tonight I'm either gonna walk out or belt her in the mouth. I got the worst goddamn memo from her today that I've ever seen from anybody in the home office. She blamed me for losing the Powell account in no uncertain terms."
"You're not the only one who hates her," Flo said as she set Richardson's glass in front of him and began fixing a gin and tonic for Nick. "I know at least three girls in the marketing department who'd like to strangle her."
"Well, in that case, I don't get it," the sandy-haired salesman said in a puzzled tone of voice. "If everybody hates her, how come she's the so-called guest of honor tonight?"
"You might say it's a surprise party for our dear Miss Peterson. We have a certain surprise that we're going to show her. A surprise she won't like at all."
"Now you've really got me confused," Richardson said.
"Don't worry about it. I've got it all planned," Nick reassured him as the doorbell rang again. "Believe me, the people from the office are going to have the time of their life."
Setting down his drink, Nick crossed the living room and opened the door on a group of people from the advertising agency which handled the Cunningham account. Tanya, the six-foot tall Eurasian model, was the first one to greet him.
"Oh darling, it's going to be such a divine little party," she raved in her usual ecstatic manner as she threw her arms around him to plant a kiss on his lips. The others in her party included two more models and several account executive types, and as they entered, Flo turned on the stereo set in back of the bar so that the apartment suddenly filled with blaring rock music. Nick was beginning to get high just anticipating what would happen when his female nemesis walked in.
Ten minutes later people from the office began filtering into the plush bachelor pad: Davey Wilson, the redheaded office boy; Nina Wilcox, a dark haired secretary who had been practically fired by Norma Peterson; and several junior executive types who were scared to death of their female boss' icy superiority. Nick practically rubbed his hands together in glee. Flo had done a good job all right. She had invited just about all the people with a grudge against Norma Peterson — the very people who would gloat over seeing the incriminating photos he had taken blown up to twenty times their normal size and flashed on the wall before their eyes.
"Drink up, everybody!" he called out above the din of the blaring stereo set. "We're gonna have a real blast tonight!"
The scene was quite different at Norma Peterson's apartment, though. Upstairs in the third floor of the town house on Pine Street, it was quiet to the point of being morbid. Norma had dressed for the party almost an hour ago, slipping on an elegant short black dress that molded tightly to the voluptuous curves of her breasts and buttocks. But even now the nervous brunette had not quite mustered the courage to set out for Nick Saxby's place. Instead she was dallying, fiddling with a small gold earring as she took a needed sip of her second martini of the evening.
She couldn't help feeling there was something very ominous about this party. Why hadn't Saxby come right out and said he wanted her to resign from Cunningham Manufacturing? Why had he insisted that she show up at his party tonight? It must be that he wanted a repeat performance of what had happened the night he had dropped in on her. If that was the case, there was very little she could do. She would have to lead him on until he gave her those dirty slides he'd taken, and when that happened, she would wreak her vengeance on him. In spite of the dizziness she was beginning to feel from the two martinis, Norma raised the long-stemmed glass to her lips and took another long sip. God, how she needed that drink now . . . .. . Back at Nick's place, the party was growing noisier and more festive by the minute. The living room was thick with clouds of cigarette smoke, conversations were flowing, and the music was blasting, its heavy vibrations rattling the paintings on the wall. Couples lay leisurely spread out on throw pillows on the floor, men were beginning to loosen their ties, and all the while Nick Saxby was biding his time . . . waiting for Norma Peterson to make her entrance.
On the other side of town, finally, at about a quarter to ten, the reluctant career girl overcame her hesitancy and headed for her convertible parked a block away. Her head was beginning to spin even faster now, though she wasn't really drunk yet. In fact, she felt almost carefree, having resigned herself to the fact that whatever happened tonight couldn't be avoided. And besides, she was bound to get those films back .. . .. . Five minutes after Norma left, Nick Saxby made a phone call. The phone rang ten times without being answered, and he set the receiver down at last. The thing to do now was to set his plan in action.
Wending his way through the crowded living room, he located Flo, who was bent over the bar counter displaying her buxom breasts to one of the advertising agency account executives.
"It's time now," he whispered in her ear as inconspicuously as he could. "Start getting our office people into the bedroom!
"What if somebody else wants to come in and smoke a joint?" she whispered back.
'The more the merrier. But start getting them in there."
A vengeful grin lit up the obedient young secretary's face, and she reached below the bar to locate the plastic bag of marijuana that Nick had secreted there along with a small box of cigarette papers. At last, she thought to herself, she was finally going to get back at that snooty Miss Peterson, and it was about time.
Nick remained by the bar as Flo began rounding up the Cunningham people and herding them into his bedroom. The plan was starting to work like a charm, and now all he needed was one certain young female marketing analyst to show up at the door. As he nursed a drink to kill time, Tanya, the model, slinked up next to him.
"Darling, you have such a horrible expression on your face," she cooed in his ear.
"Oh really?" Nick said casually.
"Yes, you look as though you're devising some truly awful plan."
He grinned at her, realizing he could make good use of the uninhibited agency model. She'd be the perfect catalyst to get things going in the bedroom.
"You're absolutely right, Tanya, my love. Terrible things are going to happen in the bedroom tonight. Shall we join the others for a joint?"
"Oh, it sounds so exciting, darling. Just lead the way."
The tall alluring model wrapped her arm around Nick's waist and accompanied him into the bedroom where Flo was busy rolling joints on the floor by the bed.
"Oooooh — I just love grass," Tanya swooned exultantly at the sight of the thickly rolled joints on the carpet. As Nick handed her one she inserted it in a long-stemmed cigarette holder, lit it and took a deep drag.
"It's so strong I just know you have evil plans for these lovely people. Take some, Nicky."
"No, no," Nick protested. "I've got to stay sober tonight. I have my evil plans to attend to."
"You must darling. It makes your balls grow."
Reluctantly, Nick took a short swift drag, wincing as the powerful drug burned his throat and set his head spinning. My God, he thought, that grass was equal to five martinis, but so much the better. Once these people were loosened up, there would be no holding them back when Norma Peterson walked in.
In just a matter of minutes the plush bedroom was filled with an incense-like cloud. Nick observed the glazed-eyed expressions on his fellow employees' faces as they relaxed further and spread out on the floor. He was almost getting high himself. Finally, Tanya stretched her long luxurious body and announced in a deep throaty voice: "Darlings, it is so hot in here. I do believe I'll take off my dress."
The dark-haired Amazon-like model rose to her feet, curled her hands behind her back and slid down the zipper of her tightly clinging black sheath. All eyes were fixed on her as she stepped out of it and lifted her slip up over her head. Her brief black lace brassiere came next as she slid the straps down over her shoulders to reveal the full white mounds of her voluptuously swelling breasts.
"There, that's so much better," she sighed as she sank down to her knees and took a deep drag on the joint. "Come darlings, we must all take our clothes off," she urged the others in her cultivated but commanding voice.
At last, Nick mused, this pleasant little party was about to turn into the genuine orgy he'd hoped for, thanks to Tanya's well-known lack of inhibition. If it kept up steam, it would be the perfect scene for his rival to walk into.
The dream-like trance induced by the heavy blanket of marijuana smoke was abruptly interrupted — for the host at least — by the distant sound of the doorbell. Instinctively, Nick knew it was Norma, and he rushed to answer the door. His expectations were confirmed a moment later when he swung the door open and greeted his office rival face to face. Neatly turned out in a dark tasteful cocktail dress that amply displayed her long alluring legs, she flashed a forced smile at him.
"Well, don't we look nice tonight," Nick chuckled.
"Yes, don't we," Norma said, trying her best to conceal her bitterness.
"Come on in and meet my friends," Nick said warmly, taking her coat. "Here, you know Ralph Collier from the ad agency, don't you."
The bald-headed man sporting a flashy wide tie acknowledged the introduction and gave her a quick once-over.
"Oh y-yes, Mr. Collier, of course," Norma said nervously. "I've spoken to you over the phone."
"And here," Nick interrupted, leading her deeper into the party, "You know Ed Beeler, the purchasing agent from Stern Chemical ..."
"Mr. Beeler, certainly ..."
"And here and here and over there are a lot of people you should know," Nick continued, hardly giving her a chance to speak to Mr. Beeler. He held her firmly by the elbow as he conducted her through the smoke-filled room. Norma's eyes darted quickly from group to group, noticing that everyone seemed to be enjoying himself, though she still felt very uncomfortable. But what was there to worry about? What could Nick Saxby do to her at a party with so many guests from the business world? It was later that she was worried about . . . once the party was over and her blackmailer was drunk. The best thing to do would be to press him for the photos now. He certainly seemed mellow enough, and there might be a good chance she could pry them away from him.
"It certainly looks like an enjoyable evening, but perhaps we could conduct our business first," she suggested nervously.
"Our business? Right, of course. Those slides."
"Yes, I would like them back."
"Of course you would," Nick grinned. "Of course. I've got to drop your coat off in the bedroom, and we can both take a look for them in there."
"I ... I would appreciate that," Norma sighed with relief. God, she hadn't thought it would be this easy at all. What had come over him anyway? Had he realized the seriousness of blackmail and decided to forego it?
Nick led the way to the bathroom and stopped just outside the closed door, bending forward to place his ear against it.
"Listen," he said.
Norma's ears strained for a moment and then she heard muffled giggles from the room mingled with the sounds of light groans.
"I don't know," Nick said. "It sounds like there's a private party going on in there. It might be better to wait till later."
Straining to control his delight, Saxby could barely keep a wide smile from breaking out on his face. He could see how uncomfortable Norma was now, how desperately she wanted those slides.
"It... it won't take long to find them, will it?" she stammered.
"Well, they're in my dresser drawer somewhere. I'll have to look for them. Of course, they're pretty important to you, aren't they?"
"Y-yes," Norma broke down. "Please, look for them now."
"All right," Nick said finally. "But I can't vouch for what we're going to walk into."
He grasped the doorknob, turning it with torturous slowness, teasing her until she could barely stand it any longer. Then, stealthily, he pushed the door open inch by inch. The acrid tang of marijuana smoke seeped through the opening like a deep fog, making Norma reel from its power as she took the first step inside.
She squinted her eyes to adjust to the poor illumination, but before she could focus on the smoke-dimmed figures inside she was greeted by a loud chorus of familiar voices.
"Surprise, Miss Peterson!" they shouted, sending a wave of shock rippling through her body. Instinctively she took a step back but heard the door click shut. When she spun around in panic she saw Don Richardson, the massive well-built salesman standing directly in front of it, with one hand behind him firmly clasped around the doorknob. To her horror he was dressed only in his undershirt and shorts with a lewd grin playing across his face.
"So the female executive is paying a visit to the bedroom," he announced. "I didn't know you mingled socially with the lower classes from the office."
Norma stepped back, her heart pounding wildly in her chest, her throat suddenly dry with fear.
"I . . . I" her voice cracked. As she turned away in panic, her eyes flickered over the figures gathered on the floor by the bed and throughout the room.
She recognized the office boy, Davey Wilson, kneeling down with a funny looking cigarette dangling from his mouth. His skinny chest stripped bare and his body clad only in socks and undershorts, he was looking at her with a strange vengefulness burning in his eyes, not his usual expression of confused innocence.
"Hey, look everybody!" he mocked. "It's Miss Peterson."
Next to him, one arm resting on the mattress of the bed, sat her own secretary, Flo Jones, her large out-thrust breasts bolstered by a lacy brassiere and her provocatively swelling hips swathed in white silk panties, but nothing else.
For a moment Norma thought she was going to black out. Her eyes darted to and fro, desperately searching for a friendly face. They lighted on another salesman, Benny Smith, on two young junior executives and on a long lithe female whom she didn't recognize at all and who was reclining casually naked on the carpet as if nothing fazed her.
But without exception, everyone from the office was staring at her in cold stony silence, muted cruelty visible in their eyes. The atmosphere of the room was so tense Norma could almost feel the invisible vibrations of hatred being focused on her. And then she sighted the strange zebra-striped bedspread draped over an object by the bed. It was so out of place, she didn't know what to make of it.
"Miss Peterson is looking for some slides," Nick announced finally.
Norma could feel her cheeks burning with rage, and she struggled desperately to control herself. She dare not say anything now. She had to find a way out of this horrible trap.
"Maybe we can help her look, Nick," the voluptuous young Flo offered sarcastically.
"Yeah sure, we'll give you a hand," Davey Wilson chimed as the older woman stood frozen in horror in the middle of the room.
"Thanks," Nick said jovially, turning toward the dresser as the two others came to join him.
"What do they look like, Nick?" Flo asked as she kneeled down and pulled out the bottom drawer, her eyes flashing a shifty glance at her frightened female boss.
"Oh, just some slides. You know, they're in a plastic case, that's all."
"Are they color slides?" Davey asked.
"Yeah," Nick said, "just regular color slides, you know. I'm sure they're around somewhere. Hey, Norma, why don't you help us look for them?"
"It's - it's all right, it's n-not important," she said helplessly.
"Sure it is, you wanted them right away," Nick contradicted her.
"N-no, please. Don't look for them now. J-just find them some other time." She looked toward the door, desperately seeking a means of escape, but Richardson was still there planted squarely in front of it. The other people in the room, the young secretaries and salesmen were all watching the scene with a curious interest now, though they didn't know exactly what was going on yet. They knew something was going to happen though and in a moment it did.
"Maybe they're here," Flo Jones suggested. Before anyone knew what she was doing the drugged blonde headed over toward the object draped by the zebra-striped bedspread and yanked the cover off with a dramatic gesture. The slide projector mounted on the table with casters was suddenly revealed to Norma's incredulous eyes.
"Oh God!" she gasped.
"Well, look at that," Nick said. "Maybe those are the slides in there. "
"N-no, please!" Norma suddenly cried out, realizing at last what his trap was. He was determined to humiliate her in front of her co-workers, and there was no way out. She tried to lunge toward the projector, but Nick stepped in front of her.
"Somebody put the lights out. We're gonna have a little slide show," he announced as he held her wrists tightly together and forced her toward the bed.
Instantly the lights were out, and an excited murmur filled the room. Norma tried to struggle away from her captor but found herself being abruptly forced down on the mattress.
"No, don't please! Please don't show them!" she begged him, but she could see the look of vengeful pleasure in her own secretary's eyes as Flo settled behind the projector and aimed it at an empty space on the opposite white wall by the door.
Norma struggled to break free but Saxby was immediately up behind her on the bed, sliding his arms tightly through hers, locking them in place and holding her body in a half-kneeling position so that she could do nothing but look at the illuminated square on the wall.
"Go ahead, roll them," he commanded, as Norma clenched her eyes tightly shut, trying to blot out what she knew was going to come, but to her surprise a roar of laughter greeted the first slide. It was a photo of a New England landscape which Nick had shot on his vacation during the summer.
"Look!" Nick prodded her. "Take a good look." Fearfully, Norma opened her eyes, saw what the others had been laughing about and let out a deep sigh of relief.
He loosened his grip on her slightly. "See, that wasn't so bad, was it?"
A confused buzz of muffled voices traveled through the thick, smoke-filled air.
"Hey, what is this?" Don Richardson called out. "I thought we were gonna see a real show." Nick grinned inwardly as Norma's mind whirled with confusion. God, he was a horrible sadist. What was he trying to do to her?
The slides flashed on in rapid succession: landscapes, beach scenes, photos of Tanya, the model, and then a shot of a white convertible parked on the shoulder of a driveway by a football field. It went by so quickly that Norma barely had time to gasp. Two shots of a lighthouse flashed on the wall and then a further shot of a woman in dark glasses inside the white convertible.
"Please, please don't show them. God, no!" Norma gasped in anguished horror.
"You haven't seen anything yet, baby!" Nick whispered in her ear from behind as his arms circled around her waist and slowly began to travel up toward her breasts. Norma's heart was beating crazily inside her chest, and her eyes were wide open now as though she were witnessing her own execution. The next slide brought a titillated whisper from the drug-stimulated office workers who were avidly watching the presentation.
It was a close-up of the attractive dark-haired woman in the car with the top three buttons of her blouse undone, the tight cleavage of her proudly swelling breasts tantalizingly revealed. Norma held her breath in tense anticipation as Saxby's hands began kneading and squeezing her breasts through the soft crinkly material of her black dress.
"Oh God, what do you want from me?" she squealed in helpless frustration.
"Nothing yet, just watch the pictures."
They began to flash on the wall like horrible memories from her past, every lurid detail illuminated in front of her and the people who worked with her . . . ... the abandoned dark-haired woman reclining on the car seat, her legs spread wide apart, her fingertips caressing the frilly crotchband of her white panties.
Then in rapid succession: the young blond boy crawling into the car seat with her, his pants down, her fingers massaging his swollen little cock, the boy bending forward, her fingers guiding his penis against the glistening material of her panty silk.
God, it was a nightmare, a nightmare! She couldn't stand it any more.
"Stop! Stop!" the shamed woman cried out desperately, trying to break loose from her tormentor who tightened his vise-like grip on her arms for a brief second.
The light from the slide projector suddenly flickered off, and the soft room lights went on, casting a fantasy-like haze over the bedroom. All Norma could see were the dim outlines of faces she knew contorted in lust, strange whisperings being exchanged between them; the firefly glow of marijuana cigarettes being lit; and then before she knew it, Davey Wilson standing by the edge of the bed facing her as Nick held her tightly in place. Frantically, she twisted her head to one side to avoid looking into the teenager's vengeance-twisted face. His eyes were filled with lust as he moved closer toward her.
"So, Miss Peterson ain't any better than the rest of us," he sneered viciously.
"That's right," Nick grinned. "Except Miss Peterson likes to flash her panties to teenage boys. Come on, Miss Peterson, show everyone your panties. Davey'll like that. He's still a teenager."
"N-no God, don't make me do this," she squealed helplessly, but it was too late as Nick firmly grasped her shoulders, forced them backward onto the mattress and pinned them to the bed with his knees. One knee on either side of her head, he reached forward for the hem of her dress skirt and drew it up over her thighs as she kicked out wildly with her legs. She was powerless to resist as her panties were mercilessly exposed to the hate-filled teenager in front of her.
"Come on, somebody hold her legs," he commanded, and immediately Flo grasped one ankle while Benny Smith grabbed the other.
Davey sank down on his knees at the foot of the bed, tightly grasped her squirming thighs and, stretching her legs flat on the bed, buried his head between them. Shit, he was really going to enjoy this, he thought to himself, after all the crap Miss Peterson had given him. It was even better than the thought of fucking Flo.
His tongue began a slow circulating motion against her panty silk wedging it ever so slightly between the tiny lips of her cunt until he could feel the first droplets of moisture seeping down from deep in her loins. Tiny tingling sensations raced through his marijuana-drugged body as the fearfully trembling career girl jerked against the sudden lewd contact.
"Oh God, please let me go!" Norma wailed, struggling hopelessly against the hands that held her legs splayed wide apart, against the knees that pinned down her shoulders.
"Not on your life," Nick growled down at her as he pressed hard on her shoulders to keep her from moving. At the same time the young office boy's tongue began burrowing even deeper between her pussy-lips, pushing her panty crotch band before it. Her legs jerked and strained wildly against the teenager's hands tightly clasped around her legs, but it was hopeless. There was no way to escape the horrible humiliation she was being subjected to, and her head began to spin from the combination of her fear and the liquor she had consumed. The hazy thickness of the heavy marijuana smoke made the room waver in front of her eyes as though everything was part of a dream. She saw the mirage-like figure of the young redheaded boy suddenly draw his head out from between her legs and stand up in front of her, then slowly begin pulling his shorts off his legs, a weird unearthly smile crossing his face. She watched in horror as he dropped them and his young eager cock sprang out hard and stiff, threatening her like a menacing spear. God, it was so large for a young boy, she thought to herself in spite of her struggle to break free.
The freckle faced teenager grinned at her and then whispered hoarsely.
"I've been waiting for this for a long time, Miss Peterson. Now it's my turn to give you orders. Get up on your knees."
"Noooo, noooooo!" Norma rasped as the youngster began stroking the swollen bulbous head of his cock. Saxby behind her raised up her shoulders and struggled to pin her arms behind her before she could break loose. He was having trouble until Don Richardson suddenly emerged from the fog of the crowded room and began stripping off his own underwear.
A moment later the burly ex-football player was up on the bed behind the captive woman, taking over from Nick Saxby who willingly relinquished the job just to get a better view of his rival's humiliation.
Richardson's ferocious hands clamped around the helpless woman's waist and turned her over, planting her up on her knees, with her ass-cheeks facing him. She lurched forward to escape but found she could only assume a pushup position, her out-stretched arms supporting the top half of her body as Richardson locked her buttocks against his loins.
"Noooooo," she screamed savagely. "Let me go, let me go!"
"Not until you suck that boy's cock," the salesman grinned brutally, his own cock throbbing against her quivering ass-cheeks through her dress.
God, she was trapped now, hopelessly caught from behind while in front of her the young teenager's cock stood poised like a spear ready to penetrate the depths of her mouth.
"We want to see you perform now, just like you did with those two little kids," Saxby growled at her as he stood next to the teenager, with the slides which he had just removed from the projector in his hand. He shifted them from hand to hand as though they were playing cards, grinning at her sadistically. "You put on a good show and you'll get these slides back, all of them."
"No, no, I won't," she whimpered helplessly, but Richardson suddenly hiked up the hem of her skirt, doubled it up over the small of her back and wedged his throbbing hardness between her panty covered ass-cheeks.
"Oooooooh God!" she moaned at the sudden harsh pressure. In front of her the teenage office boy's eyes lit up gleefully at his female boss's helpless position and he suddenly grasped the long thick locks of her chestnut hair, pulling her head forward.
"Suck my cock!" he commanded in a deep masculine voice the humiliated older woman had never heard from him before. She closed her eyes in bitter submission, still determined she would not go through with this without a fight. Bravely, she clenched her teeth tight as the soft rubbery head of Davey Wilson's penis slipped in between her resisting lips.
"Suck it!" he commanded her again, this time louder, and yanked her head forward. Her eyes opened wide in horror so that she could see the rigid slender shaft disappearing slowly into her mouth. God, it seemed incredibly long, much too long for a teenage boy! She hesitated a moment, sickened by the thought of being made to do such a lewd thing with a mere office boy.
But by this time she felt herself being nudged from the back as the salesman thrust his hips forward against her panty-swathed buttocks. As she suddenly gasped from the unexpected propulsion from behind the eagerly pulsing pole of flesh in front rammed even deeper into the moist cavern of her mouth. She could feel the glans of the lewdly inflated head sliding wetly up the full length of her tongue inside, tiny droplets of lubricating fluid seeping from it to fill the warm cavern between her cheeks with its pungent salty taste.
The teenager's sinewy white hips began a slow undulating motion, his thickly inflamed cock sliding in and out of her mouth with a wet sucking sound guided by his hands gripped tightly in her hair.
Richardson grinned from behind as he poised his rigid penis against the tautened silk of her panties, ready to shove it forward in between her ass-cheeks when he was good and ready. His grin widened with each grunt the office boy made ramming into the office tyrant's helplessly trapped face. He began running his rugged hands over her panties, caressing the cool silken material, sliding the frilly elastic together so that it wedged in the crevice of her buttocks. God, this snotty bitch was really getting what she deserved now. His fingers kneaded the rounded contours of her buttock-moons hungrily as he watched the office boy's distended young cock sawing into her helpless mouth.
Norma could feel the salesman's hands in back roaming over the tops of her thighs and her buttocks, and in front she could see the small red tufts of pubic hair curling out around the base of Davey Wilson's penis. God, she wanted to get it over with as quickly as she could!
Reluctantly she began to suck, running her tongue wetly around and around the wetly lubricated head and flicking the tip teasingly into the tiny open slit of the moist glans until she could feel it throbbing as though it had a life of its own and would erupt any minute in a great fountain of gushing sperm.
Her tortured mind droned on senselessly, the very helplessness of her position excusing away the weird masochistic sensations rising erotically in her belly.
Her head bobbed up and down slavishly over the obscenely impaling shaft of flesh, sucking to end it now, sucking to draw the thick milky semen from it until she killed this impudent young man's lust.
Davey groaned and twisted above her, gasping obscenities and watching with contorted delight the oval-shaped lips straining at his genitals. Behind her, Richardson began playing at Norma's kneeling form like a sex-crazed fiend, running his hands brutally over the milk-white softness of her hips, twisting and squeezing the flesh until small red welts began to appear wherever they touched. Groaning, he pushed her hem farther up along her back and pressed his lips against her spine, tracing a path that sent shivers running to the tips of her still-clothed breasts. His hands descended down to the elastic waistband of her panties and yanked it down over her buttocks.
"Aaaaaaaaagh, nooooooo!" Norma tried to protest, but the cock driving deep into her mouth muffled her cry into a vain unintelligible sound.
Moistening the tip of his middle finger, Richardson slowly glided it up in between her naked ass-cheeks, his other fingers rippling over her wetly moistened pubic hairs. The tip of his finger began circling lightly around the tight nether ring of her anus, and then with a sudden thrust sank deep up inside.
Norma jerked forward from the unexpected digging pain and Davey thrust up again, impaling her mouth more fully on his saliva-moistened cock-shaft until she felt as though it would choke her to death. She gagged slightly at the startling entry, struggling to regain her breath. It came in a great gasping sound as she sucked in from the pressure of the finger digging deep up into her defenseless rectum. Mewls of pained protest escaped from around the tight sucking oval of her lips as he dug in harder and harder, expanding her rectum until she thought she would faint from the agony of the cruel probe.
Her concentration on her skewered anus was short-lived as she felt a sudden tightening of the hands holding her head down on Davey's tirelessly pummeling cock. The drug-incited youth's pelvis began jerking wildly, ramming his achingly stiffened member deeper and deeper up into his boss's submissively sucking mouth. She could feel it throbbing against the warm slimy inside of her cheeks and knew this was it. This mere office boy was going to cum in her mouth; the ultimate humiliation was now being forced on her!
But she wanted to get it over with. She wanted to end the degradation that would take her one step closer to the photographs in Nick Saxby's possession, because she knew those photographs could follow her anywhere she went, even after she had long departed from Cunningham Manufacturing Company. It wasn't just her resignation Saxby wanted, she realized, it was her body and soul. He wanted to humiliate her because she was a woman who had dared to take a man's job. She sucked hungrily, her mouth salivating as it never had before, as Richardson behind pulled and stretched the tight puckered ring of her anus with his middle finger.
Davey groaned above her flailing head and rammed deep up into her throat.
Then suddenly his cock began a jerking motion as, with a savage vengeance, it spewed the hot jets of his cum deep up into her throat. Norma groaned and continued sucking, her Adam's apple bobbing in rapid rhythm as she swallowed the gushing sperm that squirted hotly into the working moistness of her mouth. She clasped her lips in a tight elastic ring around the furiously squirting instrument, swirling her tongue around and around its throbbing head. She wanted to suck it dry, to hurt him for the bitter humiliation he was forcing upon her. His groan of pleasure, mistaken by her for pain, incited her to greater effort. It continued for almost an eternity, and she thought it would never end until finally the hands clamped on the sides of her head fell away and the emptying cock gave one last spurt of its depleted seminal fluid and stopped. The finger in Norma's expanded rectum popped out and the burly salesman behind her pushed her gruffly forward.
"Lick him clean," he commanded hoarsely. The humiliated career woman followed his command quickly, anxious to end it all. She began at the base where the tiny tufts of the teenager's pubic hair protruded and began to lick around it, twirling the tip of her tongue into the thin sticky streams that had escaped the sucking vacuum of her lips. She could feel its satiated limpness jerking slightly under the teasing ministrations and licked avidly to complete her degrading task before Davey's sock sprang to life again.
"Oh wow!" the redheaded office boy shrank back, his eyes glazed with amazement. The athletic salesman behind her grinned, a cruel twinkled sparkling in his eye.
"You're not finished yet, Miss know-it-all," he sneered down at her as she buried her head in her hands on the mattress.
From the other room, Norma could hear the frantic pounding of the music from the stereo, and right here all around her she could sense the fascinated eyes of the office workers gloating in her humiliation. God, what have I ever done to them? What have I done to deserve this?
But as these thoughts whirled through her mind, the salesman behind her suddenly gripped the little elastic band of her panties suspended between the tops of her thighs and crudely yanked them down to just above her knees.
"No, don't take my panties off, please noooooo," his helpless victim wailed bitterly.
"Don't worry, Miss Peterson," Richardson sneered. "I just want to get a better shot at that tight little ass of yours."
Before she could resist, he clamped her tightly around the waist and pulled her ass-cheeks back toward the menacing thick shaft of his penis. Still clad below the waist in her garter belt, stockings and high heels, she jumped at the sudden contact with her vulnerably naked buttocks.
"G-god no, not there, not there!" she pleaded desperately, straining as she pushed up with her arms to brace herself.
"Why not, baby?" Richardson cracked. "You've shafted everybody else up the ass. Now it's your turn."
Norma couldn't believe it was about to happen. Wasn't it enough that they had humiliated her by making her suck the office boy's cock? Now there was going to be a further humiliation. This crude salesman was going to fuck her in the ass while all the secretaries and office workers looked on. God, it was too much to bear!
Desperately, she clenched her legs and buttocks together in automatic reaction to the horrible thought. God, it would kill her to have a fully distended man-cock penetrate her there.
"Man what a nice little ass our marketing analyst has," she heard Richardson crooning behind her. "I'm gonna love this."
Through the haze of bitter sensations that enveloped her the blackmailed brunette felt his powerful hands drawing her buttocks apart. She tried to hold them together but the pressure of his thumbs inserted in her innermost crevice was too great. They were cruelly stretched away from each other until she could feel the cool air rushing into the hot interior between her legs.
"It's too tight," he gloated from his kneeling position. "Better stretch it out a little."
She could feel the tip of his finger again at the entrance of her naked rectum, and she clenched the puckered tiny folds tight in a feverish effort to stop the cruel penetration she knew was coming. For a moment he probed the outer edges of the small elastic circle and then moved forward with a grin, sinking his finger with a jerk up to the first knuckle. Norma jumped from the anticipated pain that was, in fact, not as keen as she'd thought it would be. It was still stretched from his obscene prod dings while she had sucked Davey Wilson a few moments ago. She relaxed slightly until suddenly she felt the extra pressure of another finger ram unexpectedly in alongside the first. It hurt this time, and she jerked forward to escape its painful entry, her body moving a few inches up the bed, groaning as she did so.
"God, no, it hurts!" Tears of pain and humiliation ran from her cheeks again. God, he was really going to make love to her there in front of all these people! This was the ultimate degradation and surrender. She opened her eyes and saw the leering gazes of her co-workers fastened on her, their faces flushed with excitement. God, she wished she could die rather than go through with this!
The degraded woman cringed her buttocks away from her tormentor, but it was useless. He planted the palm of his hand on the small of her back and pushed down tight, his fingers digging cruelly up into her back passage, expanding it mercilessly as he twisted and turned them, preparing her rectum for the coming assault.
As suddenly as he had shoved his fingers in he withdrew them. They seemed to slip out reluctantly, the elastic ring of her anus clinging to them until they popped out with a slight sucking sound. He forced her legs wider with his knees, dropping his head to her buttocks and licking wetly at the crevice between them, moistening the tiny hole as he prepared for a greater entry.
"Ready now, Miss Business Whiz?" he called down at her.
Norma tried desperately to scurry forward on the mattress on her hands and knees, but his hands gripped the tops of her stockinged thighs and pulled her forcefully back.
Her buttocks were high in the air now, waving as if in open invitation to the cruel ravishment that was about to begin.
The big man's knees behind her pushed her legs farther apart, the hair of his legs brushing against the sensual material of her stockings. She was held wide and helpless, completely at his mercy and she bit hard down on her lower lip to keep back the tears of impotent frustration brimming to her eyes.
His hand fastened harshly onto her hips, holding them steady in the air as she felt his thick swollen cock impress itself into the moist naked slit of her buttocks. She gasped in surprise from the first contact. It was huge! She could never take that in her rectum without her belly being ripped in half. In fearful panic, the entrapped woman jerked forward again, attempting to move away.
"Hold her!" Richardson yelled.
Nick Saxby's hands suddenly reached out and pinned down her shoulders, holding her against the mattress. She was wide and helpless now before the unnatural onslaught of the man behind her and she could feel his hairy loins and his obscenely searching penis throbbing hard into her upturned rectum.
His hands coursed down over her buttocks, his thumbs pressing either side of the tiny puckered anus, stretching it wide. Then she felt a probing between the thumbs that was soft and rubbery at first and then grew to a hard, unyielding bluntness.
"Pleeeeeeease nooooooo! It's too big!" she pleaded in a soul-shattering moan as she felt her tightly resisting nether ring giving way before the merciless pressure of his cock-tip popping inside with a jerk.
"Hold her, hold her, that's it Nick!" Richardson puffed from behind. "God, it's tight."
She gasped and then groaned again, but the sounds echoed through the room unheeded. There was no one to help her, no one in the world, all that existed was the excruciating torture of her anus being defiled by the beast behind and the cruel hands pressing her shoulders to the bed. There was no escape from the horror and degradation of the depraved attack on her helpless body. The blunt intrusion of his thick cock vibrated through every fiber of her being, pushing the soft rubbery flesh inside her widely stretched anal passage in great waves of pain before it, filling her belly ceaselessly as though she were being impaled on the trunk of a giant oak by the barbarians of old. She moaned in submission, her eyes opened wide in torment until suddenly she felt the coarse hair of his loins grinding against the softness of her buttocks, the cruelly ravaging cock thickness buried to the hilt.
She groaned in anguish, hung on the end of the stone-hard penis like a pig on a giant roasting spit.
The salesman behind her gasped with sadistic pleasure and began to saw rhythmically and without mercy deep up into the agony-racked depths of her back passage, bringing further sobs of pain and misery from her lips. She had never felt so soiled and debauched in her life, and her whole rectum felt seared and used as Richardson levered up on his knees and began to plunge the full length of his punishing rod back and forth into her with long smooth strokes. It pulled tiny ridges of her tender inner flesh out with the base of his cock as it withdrew for another vicious lunge up inside.
She was aware of Saxby chuckling to himself and pushing down hard on her shoulders with each thrust the lewdly rampaging cock made into her from behind, trapping her servile body between the skewering hardness ploughing into her anus and the hands holding her in front.
Her body jerked and quivered, and her thighs periodically convulsed as an extra hard forward movement seared into her tortured rectal passage. She could hear the salesman's grunts of lust floating through the room around them and hated herself for the pleasure it was bringing him. In spite of her pain she clasped her anal muscles tightly together trying to rip the plunging column of his relentless penile flesh from his body.
"Aaaaaaaaagh, God it's tight!" he groaned, throwing his head back in ecstasy caused by the warmly clasping nether folds enveloping it.
She couldn't permit this indecent sodomizing of her rectum to continue much longer. The humiliation was too great. She had to end it, she had to!
She began to move backward to meet the forward lunge of his cock, undulating her body and swinging her buttocks in rotating circles, clasping his member tightly with the slight throb of her rectum on the outstroke. Richardson watched with delight as the reddish-pink skin from the obscenely distended hole drew back with his cock and sent spasms of pleasure rippling up his spine.
Nick Saxby grinned as he observed the depraved scene unfolding before his eyes. He could see how, in spite of herself, Norma Peterson was getting worked up to a savage frenzy just the way she'd been with those young kids she had seduced. And he gloated over it too, for he wanted everyone in the office to see what a slut she really was. He was really getting back at her with a vengeance now!
Norma was amazed to find that, as she began actively thrusting back to meet Richardson's powerful strokes, the very realization of the debasing humiliation of her position sent shooting jolts of masochistic delight coursing through her veins. She had to play her servile role to the hilt. She had to make him shoot his obscene cum up into her asshole!
He could see her head buried in the mattress, the long locks of her dark hair lashing from shoulder to shoulder as she gasped and moaned in the throes of orgasm. She bucked and churned her body against the salesman mounted behind her, mewling and groaning, encouraging him with the motions of her buttocks to end it all.
Richardson, who sensed her sudden frantic need, began to ram rapidly up into her, hard and deep, battering her quivering buttocks with his pelvis. He gripped the tops of her thighs with his fingers, squeezing with all his strength to pull her back over his expanding cock as though he were slipping a sleeve over an oversize arm. His eyes bulged wide at the spectacle of her abandoned young body bucking before him, and the sadistic desire to hurt rippled through him as he jogged forward with a mighty thrust that seared up her cruelly stretched anus like fire.
"Aaaaaaaggghhhhhhh!" she groaned helplessly as he flicked deeper again.
With the last half-groan, half-scream, Norma could feel in her agony the impaling tormenting staff begin to grow and expand until she thought it would never stop. It was killing her - it was stretching her muscles beyond all human endurance.
"Oh God cum, for God's sake cum!" she gasped in weirdly combined pain and masochistic pleasure as she fucked back wildly at him.
He moaned above her, incoherent words sputtering from his lips, and shoved forward with a thundering thrust that almost tore through the walls of her quivering belly as he exploded his hot thick cum in wave after wave up into the depths of her rectum. She knelt abjectly in front of him, buttocks still waving high in the air, and pressed back against his hairy loins as he poured his sperm deep inside her anal passage, filling her soft rectum to the bursting point with warm sticky wetness. The satiated salesman groaned with delight and collapsed over her body, flattening her to the bed.
After a while the blackmailed woman felt his weight lifting from her and the softness of his deflated penis slipping out with a wet sucking noise from the confines of her flooded, forever expanded anus. She felt wet and slightly sore there but nothing like what she had experienced at the beginning. There was nothing left now. Her fellow workers had debauched and humiliated her beyond all belief. But this was only the beginning.
Through the dream-like haze of the dimly lit room she could see her own secretary crawl up on the bed and with a look of hateful revenge burning in her eyes, suddenly rip the zipper of Norma's dress down her back. At that point of exhaustion, the abused older woman barely resisted as the expensive garment was slipped off her shoulders, yanked down over her waist, and torn from her legs.
"That's it, Miss Peterson," the drugged blonde vixen crooned in a throaty voice. "Let's take all your nice little clothes off."
"No, don't do this to me!" The female executive pleaded in vain for mercy. But there was none to be had, as her drug-crazed co-workers crudely pulled her slip over her head. Desperately she tried to reach down to pull her panties up, but her arms were suddenly pinned to the mattress and she was laid flat on her back. Someone's hands slid between her shoulders and the bed, undid her brassiere snap, and slid the straps down off her shoulders.
Her mind was so beaten and battered now that she hardly knew what to do when Flo Jones suddenly kneeled between her legs.
"You're going to enjoy this, Miss Peterson. I'll bet you've never been fucked by a grown-up girl before," she hissed vengefully.
The young blonde's knees splayed Norma's legs wide apart and she lowered her own panty-cloaked vagina down on top of her boss's naked pussy.
"Look, Miss Peterson, I've got panties, too." she crooned as she began to rub her pussy wildly against the other woman's.
"God, no, not this!" Norma squealed helplessly at the obscene lesbian act she was being forced to submit to.
Her mind began to spin crazily as though she were tumbling head over heels into a deep chamber of horrors. Harsh masculine hands seized her breasts and began to caress her nipples until they grew hard and rigid with unwanted excitement. The young secretary slipped her fingers through Norma's garter straps and began to move the older woman's legs in an outward splaying rhythm.
"We've got you now, Miss Peterson," the voices seemed to be screaming in chorus. "It's our turn to have fun now."
The voices grew in volume, rang and shouted in her ears as her body began to spasm and undulate. Her mind floated away from her body as hands rubbed and kneaded her vagina, tweaked her nipples, and pulled savagely at her hair. Then as suddenly as her perverted rape had begun, Flo Jones dismounted from between Norma's legs only to be replaced by the naked body of one of the other salesmen.
His massive loins crushed her against the mattress, and she could feel the thickly palpitating shaft of his penis penetrating suddenly right up into the depths of her cunt. She twitched and spasmed, her body jerking with overwhelming pulsations of unwanted desire. The room began to spin, the voices faded like the sound of tinkling glasses, and without knowing what she was doing she wrapped her stocking-sheathed legs around the salesman's naked body, squeezing and releasing her thighs around his buttocks as he pumped his cock relentlessly up into her pussy.
The rampaging hardness rippled through the velvet moisture of her savagely aroused cunt like a rocket blasting off into space, and then she heard a voice from somewhere wailing.
"Fuck me, fuck me, you bastards!" Somewhere deep in her mind she realized it was her own voice, but it didn't matter now. Everything was lost. There was nothing left but the savage obscenity of being fucked until she could not stand it any more, of hands brutally squeezing her nipples, fingers gliding deep up into her rectum and prying her ass-cheeks apart.
"Ooooooooh God, cum all over me, you bastards!" she panted, the tendons in her neck bulging like steel rods, her head flailing from side to side.
From his position by the foot of the bed, Nick Saxby watched the lewd goings-on with brutal glee. He was the victor now. Norma Peterson would never show up in the office again after the humiliation she had suffered.
He watched her high-heeled shoes dig into the salesman's back as her body jerked and gyrated, trying to squeeze every last rigid inch of his cock deep up into the hotly clasping walls of her pussy.
He listened with delight to her savage cries of delirious lust as she gritted her teeth together and raked her fingernails over the other man's sweating flesh.
And as Nick watched, he slowly began to strip off his own clothes. He was going to enjoy his office rival's cunt one last time before she left the city in humiliation. God, he'd beaten her now. She was finished. No woman was going to take his job away from him. And in spite of the way she was performing now, he was never going to return those photographs to her. He was going to save them for the ultimate triumph over her.