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Kathryn stared at the computer screen in horror. There she was, glancing around furtively, then taking a seat and hacking into Shelley’s computer. Never mind that she was doing it to save Shelley’s bum. Her co-worker had called her late one evening in a blind panic.

“Kathryn, you have to help me! My mother has fallen and broken her hip and I’m going to have to take off to care for her with no time to return to the office.” Kathryn opened her mouth to express her hopes for a speedy recovery, but Shelley was rushing on. “I saved three files right at the end of the day, but I was in too much of a hurry to either encrypt them or password protect them. If William finds out, it will mean my job!”

William was the vice president in charge of security. His office handled a great deal more than simple physical security of the premises, however. He had departments to combat corporate spying, internal leaks and technological espionage. He was responsible for each and every background check and security clearance issued in the entire company. At the thought of security clearances, Kathryn interrupted Shelley.

“I’m not sure how I can help you. I don’t have near the level of clearance you hold. I couldn’t even get into your computer.”

Shelley’s voice turned pleading. “I’ll give you my passwords.”

Kathryn’s stomach lurched. Sharing passwords was strictly against company policy.

“Nobody will know. Just pop into my cubicle at lunch. You know as well as I do that the entire office is deserted. It’s just three files. Will take you less than a minute. The encryption software finds and encrypts everything with one click.”

Kathryn had the momentary irritable thought that, if it were that easy, Shelley could have done it before logging off to go shag her loathsome toad of a boyfriend, then pushed it aside. She sighed and reached for a pen and a piece of paper. “All right. Tell me how to get into your system and where to find the encryption software.”

And Shelley had been right, Kathryn thought. Her horrified mind clung to that little tidbit of information as she turned to face William.

“Care to tell me why you were hacking into Shelley’s computer while she is out on emergency leave?”

Answering truthfully would cost Shelley her job. It might cost both of them their jobs. Kathryn bit her lip in indecision. It made no sense for both of them to become unemployed. Bravely, she looked back at William. His stern, impassive eyes bored into hers and she felt a frisson of fear. Regardless, she raised her chin. “No. I would rather not, thank you. I understand if you have to terminate me.”

William raised an eyebrow. “I’m afraid this wouldn’t be handled with a mere termination. You’re not terribly familiar with the contract you signed when you became an employee, are you?” When Kathryn shook her head, he continued. “You would rather go to jail?”

Good lord

, she thought, what sort of files were they? Her blue eyes widened in true fright. Jail. Her future would be ruined. She’d be unemployable. And … and … jail!! She looked down so that William wouldn’t see the tears form, and fought to keep them from spilling down her cheeks. “Is there anything I can do to keep that from happening, William?”

William looked at the suddenly submissive body language of the young lady. She was a promising employee, one he certainly hadn’t thought might stoop to corporate spying. To that end, he’d checked the computer’s records. He knew already that she hadn’t done anything wrong, that she’d merely encrypted a few files her co-worker had negligently left vulnerable. It was Shelley who really deserved the punishment. But, knowing Kathryn was guilty of at least obtaining knowledge of Shelley’s password, he’d thought to give her a little lesson that would keep her on the straight and narrow. He hadn’t counted on the streak of integrity she showed for her flighty friend.

And, as he stared at the glossy top of Kathryn’s dark head, his carefully controlled sadistic streak chose that moment to assert itself. Unseen by the junior executive, an evil smile worked its way across his face. “You can start, Kathryn, by addressing me a bit more respectfully.”

Kathryn’s head snapped up, both hope and trepidation in her eyes. She’d managed to control the tears, but the effort had left her eyes large and glowing, their dark lashes wet and spiky. “Wh-wh-what do you mean, William?” His face hardened. “I mean, Sir,” she amended. The word felt odd coming off her lips.

“Better,” he mused. He wondered how far this girl would be willing to go in order to protect her friend and save both their jobs. “I think you can repeat your original question, Kathryn. With more respect. And from your knees.”

From her knees??? Kathryn was shocked. He meant to humiliate her. Pride flowed through her, and she almost snapped her head up and gave him an indignant retort. And then, the thought of jail and her family and how horrified her mother would be passed through her addled brain. Numbly, she felt herself bend down and get to her knees before William. “Is there anything I can do to keep from going to jail, Sir?”

She managed to look sweet, submissive and proud, all at the same time. And terrified. He felt his cock stir at the look of abject terror on her face. “Spread your knees apart, Kathryn.”

This time, she didn’t stop the tears. She let them roll, unchecked, down her cheeks. “Please, Sir, my skirt is too tight.”

“Pull it up.”

Awkwardly, she did just that, pulling it up enough to allow her knees to spread slightly apart. William took a step closer. “More.”

Her face flushing with shame, Kathryn pulled the skirt up around her hips and spread her knees apart. The tops of her stockings and her garters were clearly visible, as were her panties.

William stood very close, his feet nearly touching her outthrust knees. Kathryn hung her head and tried to block out the sight of those polished black shoes, but her eyes wouldn’t close. She could hear him breathing, could sense his arousal. “Arch your back,” he said. She did so automatically, beyond the point of denial. As she did, she felt, to her shame, her nipples harden, clearly visible against her silk blouse.

She knew the moment he noticed them. His chuckle washed over her in shameful waves. The shoes turned and walked away, to her relief. The relief was short lived. She heard him walk to his desk, unbuckle his belt, unzip his pants, and take a seat. “Remove those panties, without getting up, and come here, Kathryn.”

She lifted imploring eyes to his. In answer, he turned the flat screen monitor toward her and pressed play again. The scene from the cubicle was now followed by video of her kneeling there, her skirt bunched up around her waist, knees spread, breasts pushed out. She looked utterly wanton, like a little slut. She closed her eyes and worked her panties down to her knees, then, lifting first one leg and then the other, slid them off completely.

“Good girl,” said William. “Now put them in your mouth and crawl to me.”

Kathryn held them in her teeth, keeping her lips carefully away from the fabric, avoiding the crotch area entirely. She could smell them, to her shame, could smell her arousal coming off them in waves. William laughed again. “So fastidious. We can’t have that. Put the crotch in your mouth, Kathryn. Crawl to me with your wetness from the crotch of your panties coating your tongue.”

Grimacing with distaste, she did as he asked, then began crawling across the expanse of carpet to his desk. “That’s it. Good girl. Bring me your panties.” When she drew near, she looked up at him, unsure of what to do next. “Lay them in my lap.”

She crawled the last couple of steps and raised her head. His cock stood up from his opened zipper, hard, a drop of pre-come shining on the tip. William pushed his pants down further. “Lay them on my knee. You can begin by giving my balls a good tongue bath, Kathryn-slut.”

She pushed the panties out of her mouth and onto his leg, then moved her face toward his crotch. With a little sob, she nudged his pants out of the way with her nose and stuck her tongue out. He groaned at the hot contact and moved his hands into her hair. “That’s it, slut. Get them nice and wet all over with your hot tongue, then suck them dry gently. You are a cock hungry slut, aren’t you?”

Kathryn didn’t answer the question, so he tightened one fist in her hair and pulled her face away. “Say it.”

She couldn’t bring herself to say the words. William’s face tightened and he pulled back on her hair until she was angled way back while he leaned over her. He pushed her legs apart with his hand and shoved two fingers deep into her cunt. He worked them there for a moment, then pulled them out with a sucking sound and wiped them under her nose. “Feel that, cunt? Smell that? You’re hot for this. Now say it.”

Kathryn abandoned her last shred of dignity. “I am a cock hungry slut, Sir.”

He let go of her hair. “Show me, bitch.”

And Kathryn fell to her task, taking his cock deep into her mouth, as deeply as she could. She swirled her tongue around his shaft, dipped it into the little hole at the top. She slipped it under his foreskin, then took him deep into her mouth again, sucking him down until she felt him in her throat, felt him as far as she could take him without gagging. And then, his hand landed on the back of her head and forced it down further. She gagged a little, and he allowed her to pull back, catch her breath and then fucked back into her mouth, using it like he would her pussy.

Kathryn worked her throat, worked her tongue, doing her best to bring him off, to end this humiliating experience. It didn’t take terribly long. Only a few moments passed before she felt his cock twitch, felt the rush of his juice along the vein against her tongue. And then he exploded into her mouth and she swallowed convulsively, clinging to his legs and trying to breathe through her nose.

He pulled out and she fell forward on the floor, burying her face in her hands. She heard him breathing hard for a moment. Then he spoke. “Look at me, Kathryn. And open your mouth.”

She sat up slowly, sat back on her heels and opened her mouth miserably. Without a word, he took her panties from his knee, balled them up and stuffed them into her mouth. “Straighten yourself up and go back to your desk. Keep those panties in your mouth until you get there.” He pointed at the monitor, which showed her with her cheeks slightly bulged out, kneeling between his knees. “Trust me when I tell you I’ll know if you take them out, slut. Now go. Trot along.”

She stood and straightened her clothing silently. He watched as she turned to go to the door. “You make keep your job, Kathryn.” She couldn’t thank him, so she nodded her head and hoped she looked grateful. Then he added. “For now.” She opened the door and fled.

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