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The Businessman

... to stand in front of him behind his desk. He took her pale hands in his. They were cold and trembled. "It's okay, I won't hurt you," he told her. He could fuck her, he knew it. She'd allow it. But opportunity doesn't equate to the joy of desire. She would give herself to him only because he demanded it, and that he couldn't stomach. He had never been with a woman, or a girl, who was not fully participatory. Yet how could he stop now? A moment ago he thought only of his own impending pleasure, and now he only felt concern for her. He pushed back, rolling his chair away from her, and pulled her by the hands so that she shuffled after him. He turned her so that she was up against the desk. "Sit," he ordered. She got up on the desk one buttock at a time, shuffling backward, pushing aside things. He placed his hands on her nylon covered knees. Her legs were shaking. "Relax," he said quietly. "It's okay. I'm not going to do anything." Her eyes held an unspoken question. If he wasn't going to do anything, why was she still up on his desk? "Okay," he allowed, "I want to do something, but I think you'll like it. Let's make a deal. If you don't like it, then I'll give you a week's pay and you don't have to work for me. If you like it, then you come to work for me. Okay?" "Uh... okay?" she replied in a timid, confused way, making a question out of her response. Kyle was excited. He felt angry at himself for wanting her, for wanting to go through with this, when it so clearly violated ...

... his own moral code. Opportunity can be a potent motivator, he realized. She remained willing, his desire remained strong, and morals only got in the way. He ran his hands up her legs, feeling soft skin beneath the coarse nylon. Fingers slid beneath the hem of her dress followed by hands, and the cuffs of his shirt pushed her dress higher as his hands climbed. She trembled more, prompting him to bend over, to plant soft kisses on her knees, on her thighs, wanting to calm her. It worked, strangely. The trembling lessened. One of her hands lightly touched his head, maybe wanting to push him away and at the same time wanting him to stay. At least that's how he wanted to think of it. He smelled her as his kisses moved higher. She had obviously not had time to shower before coming to the interview. He pictured her rushing in from school and throwing off her normal clothes, putting on this dress and these hose, spritzing some cologne, and rushing out. He smelled her crotch. Sweat and musk, the odor of a girl who had been active but not overly so. The scent of a girl who kept herself very clean, the smell of a pussy that had probably never been used. His erection throbbed. His lips caressed her inner thighs, hands prizing apart her legs. She spread them a bit reluctantly, but she was determined to go through with this. Her resolve was impressive. She deserved better than this. She should have applied for a job at the grocery store, or at the mall, not with him. Not with the pervert he ...