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Katie stood naked in front of a floor to ceiling wall mirror in her pink and purple bedroom admiring her body. Her face in the mirror was angelic. She had oval-shape, brown arching eye brows, deep set light brown eyes that matched her hair, a medium length nose, and wide lips like Julie Roberts. She turned looking at her profile: prominent breasts, flat stomach, and rounded derriere. Perfect she thought as she ran her hands the length of her body and over her head lifting and changing the shape of her protruding breasts.

Those features along with her dancing ability, presence, and poise enabled her to become the high school’s Homecoming Queen and Queen of the Dixie Land Beauty Contest. Of course, losing her virginity to the class president and seducing one of the Dixie Land judges didn’t hurt her cause.

She stared into the mirror noting how similar it was to her mothers who was beautiful in her own right. It was her mother who … taught her how she could use her body to get whatever she wanted. There were two lists, one taped on each side of the mirror:

She wondered which of the items on the wants list she could obtain this summer. Especially, since she didn’t have a job. Something would come to her, Katie thought, fondling her nipples until they were hard, tickling her light brown pubic hair, and massaging her clitty for a long time before she uttered a low moan as her pussy lips contracted and expanded repeatedly as she climaxed.A friend of her father called and told him of a position at the First National Bank. Katie called that afternoon and she was asked to send her resume and an appointment for an interview was made for the following week.

Five days later she dressed to impress. She wanted to stand out from the crowd but to appear professional and not sexy. With her mother’s help, she selected a yellow business suit, a contrasting green high collar blouse, and two inch green shoes. Trimmed shoulder length hair curled upward, a light blush covered her face, and a delicate shade of red adorned her lips. Anyone seeing her would see a beautiful, mature, well-dressed young lady with a knock-out body.

She was ushered into the office of Mack Brown, the bank’s treasurer. Off white walls, plush red carpet, walnut furniture in a neat and tidy office impressed Betsy, and gave her an insight into the conservative nature of Mr. Brown. He stood as she entered, and she noticed a gleam in his eye: another clue about his personality.

“Come in Ms. Putnam,” he said, indicating a comfortable chair with his hand.

“I’m pleased to meet you Mr. Brown, and thank you for the opportunity to interview for the position,” Katie said, as she sat in the chair and crossed her legs at the ankles. At the same time she wondered if he made love as elegantly as he gestured.

“I’ve read your resume carefully and wonder why you’re applying for this position?” he said, shuffling papers on his desk. “You’re a very beautiful young lady, and your resume suggests you might be more interested in the arts.”

“I have been involved in dance and beauty contests, but I’m not good enough to make a career in the theater.” Maybe in porn, she thought. “My grades are very good and I plan to major in business … in college.” Of course, I could major in handsome older men like him. “I believe the experience in a bank will provide me with important background for such a career,” she said, leaning forward and looking him directly in the eye. Maybe working naked under a sexy boss would be good training for moving up the corporate ladder.

“I see you have a high grade point average and were involved in a number of academic activities,” he said, picking up her resume and stared at the protrusions in her green blouse

For thirty minutes, he described the duties of the position, the salary of $9,000 for twelve weeks, and touching her frequently on the arm and shoulders as he showed her the office where she could be working.

Katie noticed his hands touching her and observed the athleticism of Mr. Brown as he moved about the office. She asked him a number of questions about banking that demonstrated she had done her homework.

“I’m impressed with your academic experiences and your knowledge of the banking business. I have one more interview to conduct tomorrow, but I’ll make a decision by the end of the week because I‘d like you… err someone to begin work on Monday. You’ll be notified by Friday about the position,” he said, standing and guiding her to the door with his hand in the middle of her back.

Katie noticed his Freudian slip and his warm hand as he led her out of the office. She left the bank knowing she’d impressed Mr. Brown in more ways than one, and she would probably get the position. She could see them in more positions than professional.

He called her Friday afternoon about three o’clock and offered her the position.

“I’m pleased you called and am happy to accept your offer. What time should I arrive?”

“Come to the back door. I’ll have someone meet you there,” he said, “and I look forward to working with you.”

“Thank you for the opportunity, it will be a pleasure working under you,” she said, laughing to herself at the double entendre and wondering if he looked as good naked as he did dressed.

Her first week of work was completed under the watchful eye of Mrs. Henry. She learned how to operate the computer software, to find and store files, and the proper method of dealing with clients and the treasurer. Mr. Brown, Mack, she liked the name, only spoke to her when she arrived and on leaving for the day, but she noted his eyes linger on her physical assets any time he was in the vicinity.

On the following Monday, Katie arrived wearing her usual conservative mid-calf skirt and a scoped-neck blouse which showed a hint of cleavage. After the morning coffee and chit chat, she removed her panties and bra and placed them in her bag.

Mr. Brown came into the office about nine carrying his brief case, “Good morning Katie. Did you have a nice weekend?”

“I have something I’d like to ask you,” she said, standing as he walked toward his office.

He glanced at her, gulped and took a second look, “Okay, come on in.”

Katie closed the door behind her and locked it. She sat in the sofa chair in front of his desk with her legs crossed at the knee, her skirt pulled up, and she pretended to be anxious running a hand over her breasts.

He watched her hand trail across her blouse and the shape of an exposed calf. “What would you like to know?”

“It’s my understanding the bank provides a one-year scholarship to any university in the state or its equivalent value in another state. Is that correct?” she asked, leaning forward and dropping her crossed leg to the floor and widening her knees.

Mack, gulped, blushed and stuttered, “Ya. . . yes, that’s correct.”

“I’d like for you to arrange for me to receive that scholarship,” she said, confidently and factually.

“I’m sorry Katie but there are strict criteria for that scholarship,” he said, sweat oozing from his forehead.

“Is it possible those criteria might be waved?” she asked, slipping her blouse over her head.

“Katie, what are you doing?” he asked, jumping out of his chair.

She stood and unbuttoned her skirt and wiggling her hips to allow it to fall to the plush red carpet. Walking around the desk and cupping her breasts she asked, “Do you think you might find a way to subvert the criteria?”

“Wh. . . what do you mean?” he asked, backing away from her.

“I want you to fuck me.”

Katie, I can’t do that,” he said, with a panic stricken voice.

“Why not, you’ve been lusting after me since our interview.”

“Thanks not exactly true,” he said nervously.

“You mean, all that ogling doesn’t mean anything? She asked, backing him up to a book case.

“I’ll admit I’ve been admiring you but never said anything about fucking.”

“Not directly but I’ve seen you trying to hide your erection from me,” she said, tip-toeing toward him with her breasts crushed between her hands.

“I can’t do this. I’m a married man. We’re in the bank,” he said, eyeing her compressed breasts.

“Come on Mack, quit stalling. You know you want to suckle on my tits and put your cock in my pussy,” she said, moving his tie to one side and unbuttoning his shirt.

backed up to the bookcase he couldn’t move; she leaned in to kiss him. He didn’t return her kiss until she rubbed her fingers along his erection. He grabbed her by the ass, thrust his tongue into her mouth, and pushed his cloth-covered cock into her groin.

“This is going to change our relationship,” he said, unbuckling his belt and allowing his pants to fall.

“Yes, isn’t it wonderful, we’re no longer employee and boss, but girlfriend and man friend.” she said rubbing his cock up and down her slit and stuffing a nipple into his mouth.

He didn’t respond because he was feasting on her succulent nub.

Katie pressed the head of his cock against her clitty, rubbed his back with her hand and fingers, and made him change breasts. The stimulation of his dick on her clitty and the sensations caused by his sucking raised her passion to a fever pitch.

“Lay done on your back,” she told him.

“What?” he asked startled.

“Don’t ask questions. Do as I say,” she said, reaching into her hair to remove a condom.

As soon as he was down, she rolled the latex over his throbbing cock, straddled him, and lowered herself until she could feel her pussy walls being separated and her void filled.

He moaned quietly, “Oh God forgive me,” he said, as she incased him.

“I won’t forgive you if you don’t suck my tits,” she said, moving back and forth on his cock. She moved from side to side allowing him access to both breasts.

He had a wonderful mouth and was on a feeding frenzy. She could feel the tingling between her breasts and pussy. The thrill of his mouth and his slow thrusting brought her to the edge. She stopped, rose back on her haunches and rode him like a cowgirl and a belly dancer.

He gasped, “I’m coming,” and he pushed his pelvis off the floor, his cock hardened, and he erupted into the condom.

She rode him until he slumped to the floor and a wave of sexual release flooded her body. Her orgasm lasted several minutes as she continued to move on his softening cock. “Mack, you were wonderful. Can you do it again?”

No, I’d like too but we’d better get to work. Someone might call or come in,” he said, looking anxiously at the door.

Don’t worry, Mark darling, I had the switch board operator hold your calls and asked Mrs. Henry to tell any visitors you would be busy for about an hour this morning We have fifteen minutes left,” she said, looking at her watch. She grabbed her bag, whipped herself clean, put on her bra and panties, and retrieved her blouse and skirt.

Mack started to dress but was unsure about the condom.

Katie pulled it carefully from his now limp cock with a tissue and gave him a hand full. ”We have a deal,” she said, “I’m going to fuck you all summer as often as it can be arranged and you’re going to see I get the scholarship,” she said, as she tucked her blouse inside her skirt.

“All summer,” he said, with awe in his voice. “This wasn’t a onetime thing?”

“Not if you don’t want the bank to get its money worth,” she said, with a knowing smile. “Do we have a deal?”

Katie, we have a deal and I’m going to take you up on the offer. You’re a great piece of ass and I’m going to enjoy the rest of the summer.”

Two weeks later, and five lust filled sessions, she was called into Mack’s office. “Katie, I have an important meeting with a client at ten. His name is William Bradford; he’s the CEO of Bradford Software Incorporated. He’s about my age, middle thirties, but his behavior can be a little eccentric.”

“What do you mean?” she asked, wondering how the actions of a man who was the leader of his own company could be unconventional.

He is extremely frank and forthright, and his social skills are not in keeping with his position and wealth. Probably nothing out of the ordinary will occur, but I just wanted to forewarn you in case you’re offended by what he says or does.”

“Thank you, I believe I can handle almost anything that might happen,” she said, with confidence because of her interest in unconventional people.

Mr. Bradford did not arrive at ten or ten thirty, and Katie could see Mack pacing anxiously in his office.

At ten to eleven, she received a call that Mr. Brown’s appointment was on the way. She jumped up to meet him and announce his arrival.

The door flew open and storming in like a runaway buffalo was a tall man in faded blue jeans, and a black dress shirt open half way down his chest. He stopped when he saw Katie. She was wearing a modest blue blouse and a khaki knee-length skirt.

“Damn, Am I in a bank or heaven? You’re the best looking, and best build broad I’ve seen working in a bank,” he said, staring at her as though she was the Venus de Milo.

“Thank you Mr. Bradford, that’s the nicest thing anyone has said to me today. I’m Katie Putnam, Mr. Brown’s secretary,” she said, marveling at the strangely handsome man with wild hair who hadn’t shaved for several days. She extended her hand to him.

He grabbed her hand with his and said, “Damn not only are you one foxy lady but you’re articulate too.” He pulled her close, “What are you doing for lunch? You can call me Will.”

“William, I’m so glad to see you,” Mack said, as he came out of his office extending his hand.

Will ignored his hand as he placed his arm around Katie’s shoulders, “If I’d known you had a beauty queen working for you I’d have been on time,” he said, pulling her closer.

She wasn’t frightened by his aggressive behavior rather she was intrigued. He was strong, warm, and smelled of sweat and his breath was awful.

I see you’ve met Katie,” Mack said, flushing from embarrassment. “Come into my office so we can deal with your problem.”

“I don’t want to talk about work. I want to hang on to this little girlie for awhile,” he said. I would have cleaned up if I’d known you had a piece like this working for you. Are you hitting on her?

Mr. Brown was stunned by Williams behavior and his insinuation, “No, heavens no, I’m a married man and Katie’s an employee.”

“You’re a fool if you haven’t tried to get into her panties. I bet she’s a great piece of ass,” he said, running his hand down her back and squeezing her ass.

Katie reached behind her, grabbed his thumb and twisted as hard as she could. Will howled and fell to his knees with his thumb in her hand.

A number of people came running including several security officers. “Is there a problem Mr. Brown?” one of them asked.

“No there’s no problem,” Katie said, releasing his thumb. “Mr. Bradford stumbled and hit his knee on the edge of the wall. Are you hurt Mr. Bradford? Would you like us to call for someone to look at your knee?”

With a pained look on his face he said, “No I’m alright, just clumsily I guess.”

“It’s alright everyone. Mr. Bradford’s is fine, and he and Mr. Brown have important business to discuss,” Katie said.

“That’s right folks, everything is okay. You can go back to work and thanks for responding so quickly,” Mack said, giving Katie a look of appreciation.

Will got to his feet and whispered, “Katie you are one incredible woman, can I take you to dinner?”

“Will, behave yourself, go with Mr. Brown so the two of you can handle your business.” Katie said, pointing to the office.

Don’t you have to come in and take notes or something?”

“No, Mr. Brown doesn’t need my assistance, but you do.”

“Okay,” he said reluctantly, “but we’re going to talk when our business is finished.”

We’ll see,” she said, “go!”

The two men walked into the office. Mack glanced back with a look of gratitude, but Will’s stare was one of lust.

Katie was intrigued with Will. She’d never been hit on so directly before and his unrestrained manner and crude directedness were flattering. What would dinner be like with a man who acted like he didn’t have to live by the social norms of the culture? Was he actually going to ask her out again? Would she accept or refuse?

Mack called before her lunch break and asked her to order sandwiches, salads, and drinks from the Main Street Deli. She did and left before the food was delivered. The lady she ate with at Bo Jangles was Della Street, and she asked Katie what really happened in the office. Katie was dying to tell someone, but she thought it would be better if his man handling of her was not known outside the office. When she returned from lunch Mack and Will were still in negotiations, and she was mystified as to what was taking so long.

It was about three when they emerged from the office. Will smiled at her, but Mack was scowling and red faced.

“Mack, you and I are done for today, and I’d like to be alone with Katie so I can apologize?” he asked, looking at Will intently.

“Okay that’s fine but I expect to hear from you by Monday,” he said, shaking hands and slumping back into his office.

“You will,” he said, never taking his eyes off Katie. When the door shut, he moved closer, “I’m sorry but I couldn’t keep my hands off of you. Your one fine creature that’s being … in this office; but your able to take care of yourself. Where did you learn that thumb hold?”

“I took a self-defense class in high school to learn how to deal with wandering hands,” she said, staring him in the eyes.

“Now I’ve apologized, would you go to dinner with me?” he said, reaching for her hand.

“You call that an apology?” she asked, stepping back from him.

I said; I was sorry.”

“Yes, but it was insincere and patronizing,” she said, her voice rising.

“I apologize for that. I truly am sorry and ask you to forgive me.”

“What’s the catch?” she asked, thinking he was too flippant with his reply she thought, but she noticed he was sweating and impatient. I wonder how he cleans up and if under that veneer of boorish behavior there is a gentleman.

He smiled a big smile, “The catch is that if you don’t go to dinner with me this evening, I’m going to take my banking business elsewhere. What time should I have my driver pick you up?”

That’s blackmail,” Katie said, in a stern voice.

“Yes, don’t you love it? A guy as rich as me has to resort to blackmail to have dinner with the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen.”

“As a matter of fact I do. You’re the most intriguing, obnoxious man I’ve ever met, but if dinner will help the bank I’ll accept your invitation. Come prepared to be more civil and spend lots of money,” she said, wondering what she was getting herself into but she already knew and was ready to participate in his plans if there was a payoff. “Pick me up at seven thirty.”

He smiled, kissed her hand and stormed out of the office as he’d entered.

As soon as he was out the door, Mack called her into his office, “Katie, I apologize for Will’s behavior, and I thank you for taking charge of the situation. I was so shocked I didn’t know what to do.”

Thank you Mack but I’ve been trained to react to stupid male actions,” she said, calmly and confidently.

“Did he ask you to dinner?”

“As a matter of fact he did, and I didn’t like him blackmailing the bank the way he did,” she said seriously.

“I would hate to lose him as a client, but you’re under no obligation to go to dinner with him. In fact, I would suggest you don’t.”

“I accepted his invitation. By Monday you’ll see a different William Bradford”

A stretch limousine picked her up at exactly seven thirty and drove her to the Regis Hotel. Will was at the car door before it stopped. He was dressed in a dark blue business suit; his hair neatly trimmed and in place and his fragrance was impressive.

“You’re beautiful and I love your ensemble,” he said, peering into the cleavage of her dark green dress. He took her by the arm and led her into the hotel toward the elevators. “I ordered in; I hope you don’t mind?”

“It’s what I expected,” she said, with a knowing smile on her face. “Did your agreement with Mack have anything to do with me sleeping with you?”

“It wasn’t expressed that bluntly, but yes I expected and expect you to sleep with me,” he said, as he rubbed his hand over her ass.

“What’s in it for me?” she asked, moving his hand away. “Darling, whatever you want? He said, turning and taking his hands in hers.

“ A new Lexus, with insurance, and a credit card for gas and maintenance cost for four years, and I want you to move all your banking business to the First National for the next four years,” she said, staring at him intently while allowing her hand to finger the bulge in his pants.

“Keep that up,” he said, placing his hand over hers. “The car is acceptable but not the banking.”

She removed her hand and stepped back. “If you want to fuck me, you’ll have to give me what I want. You’ll need two letters: one, for the car, and the other for the bank. In addition, I want them written, witnessed by a member of the hotel staff, notarized and copied,” she said, with a tone of authority and assurance.

“You drive a hard bargain. You’ll have to stay overnight, and be available until you leave for college.”

“I came prepared,” she said, pulling a Victoria Secret garment from her bag,” and the letters will be completed before you touch the goods.”

“Done,” he said.The hotel manager returned to witness the letters. He notarized them and had copies made and delivered by the time they finished eating: wine accompanied every course.

Katie was feeling the effects of the … and her body was prepared for desert. She tingled with anticipation and with the knowledge of what she had gained with the agreement. She stood up and said, “Go to the bedroom and undress, I’m going to the ladies room.”

“Whatever you say Katie, you’re in charge,” he said, moving toward her.

“Bedroom,” was all she said.

He was standing at the side of the bed stroking an impressive erection when she entered wearing a sheer blue see-through negligee.

Wow! You’re incredible,” he said, moving toward her.

“It has to be ripped off,” she said, waiting for him. He bent to kiss her; his hands were all over her back and ass. Her tongue darted between his lips aggressively and he responded. Grabbing her close, he found a small opening in the gown and pulled it apart. He stepped back pulling the garment from her body.

“Damn, and God Damn, you‘re one sexy lady,” he said, picking her up and carrying her to the bed. “I can’t wait,” he said, joining her.

“Protection,” she said sternly.

“Damn, I don’t like to use rubbers,” he said angrily.

“And I don’t fuck strange men without protection. I don’t know what disease ridden whores you’ve been sleeping with, and I don’t plan on leaving here with STD.”

“Alright, alright,” he said, getting out of bed and rummaging through a drawer for a condom. “You don’t act like a nineteen-year old with raging hormones.”

“You don’t act like a thirty-five year old either. I just like to fuck. Get that thing on and get over here,” she said, with the authority of a drill sergeant.

He crawled into bed ready to plunge into her.

“Wait a minute; this isn’t going to be a quickie. Kiss me, suck on my tits, and rub your brains along my pussy and on my clitty. I’ll tell you when I’m ready,” she said, pulling him to her in a breath taking kiss.

He followed directions. After the kiss, he pulled back, “Damn you have a fine set.”

Do you have to begin every sentence with Damn?” she asked, lifting her right breast to his face.

He sucked it into his mouth with enthusiasm and used his lips and tongue to harden her nipple, bringing forth a sigh. At the same time, he ran his monster cock up and down her slit. She offered him her other breast, and ran her hands through his hair and over his shoulders and back.

“You taste better that wine,” he said, shifting from one nipple to the other.

She grabbed him by the hips, “Stop right there and massage my clitty,” she said, her voice shallow, her breathing faster. She raised her pelvis, “Harder.”

He was feasting on her breasts like a new born and with small strokes the head of his dick prodded her clit.

Katie was getting closer: the kissing, the sucking, and the massaging caused her entire body to tingle. She felt the flow of pleasure rise out of her depths, and she climaxed in a sensation of feelings. “Now,” she said, with urgency in her voice, “give it to me now.”

The walls of her wet pussy were rapidly separated as he plunged as deep into as he could, she grunted. Using her hands on his ribs, she goaded him to move faster and harder, faster and harder. She climaxed again continuing to urge him on.

“Lordly, lordly gal you got some pussy,” he said, as he stiffened and thrust as hard as he could and filled the condom in a series of gigantic spurts. As his aftershocks continued, she humped into him climaxing a third time.

Monday morning arrived, Will Bradford left town an exhausted and sexually satisfied CEO, and Katie was sitting in her office waiting for Mack. She had a witnessed and notarized letter in a manila folder. She would secure more than a scholarship with the letter.

Katie’s summer was the best of her life. Work was a learning experience that would be of value during her in college and career years, she had time to take a dancing class that helped keep her body in shape, and once a week she gave Mack the kind of sex he wasn’t getting at home. Will spend several weekends in town, and she left him exhausted after two and one-half days filled with frenzied sex.

The rewards of the summer were the quantity and quality of sex she’d experienced. She drove a brand new Lexus with no payments or maintenance expenses, and she received a year’s scholarship for college. The greatest gain was the renewed knowledge she could use her body to get what she wanted. Men were creatures who used their cocks rather than their brains, and an intelligent sexy female, like herself, would always have an opportunity to add to her collection of things she needed and desired.

In her room, she finished preparations for attending Preston University. She took a shower and walked naked into her bedroom. As was her habit, she stopped to view herself in the floor to ceiling mirror. Taped to the mirror were two lists: one was the wants she’d acquired, and the other was a new list of thing’s she wanted. Just thinking about the lists made her horny. She smiled at herself and ran her hands over her body. With the palms of her hands, she massaged both nipples until they were as hard as tempered steel. Using her finger, she slipped a finger up and down her pussy’s slit and concentrated on probing her clitty. Her face changed from smiling to concentrating to a painful-looking scowl to one of extreme pleasure as thrilling sensations surged from the vortex of her core as she climaxe