Don moved his hands from Gail’s hot-flushed cheeks down to cup her full breasts under her suit jacket.  He squeezed the lush, conical mounds firmly and tested the tight resilience of her flesh.  Moving slowly downward, he unbuttoned her coat buttons to let the jacket swing open.  “You are going to unbutton your blouse and take it off to begin showing me your beautiful and shameless body.  You’re going to act like the little slut that I know you are,” he whispered gently against her burning ear; his gentleness belying the mental force he had already used to maneuver her into this predicament.

Gail’s cheeks went pale from the shock of his openly sexual contact, and yet she knew she had to comply with every whim he presented.  Her nipples instantly betrayed her; the sudden tingle from his hands as he fondled her breasts raced through her body and the sensitive mounds hardened quickly.  “I can’t enjoy this!  I refuse to let him have me like this.  I’ll fight it like any woman; endure his advances and wait until he loses interest.  That way, I can at least rob him of my arousal.  I’ll resist and just lay like a dead fish so he’ll get tired of his games and let me go!”

“We don’t want your clothes all ruined and wrinkled, so it’s time for you to stand up and strip for me.”  He emphasized his command with a sharper slap on her cheek and Gail moved woodenly to obey.

The shapely redhead stood, slowly took off her tie, and grudgingly unbuttoned the front of her blouse.  Gail was dazed and helpless; she couldn’t refuse him, but the sudden change in her life and her job overwhelmed her.  Pulling the white tail of her blouse from her tan skirt, she pulled her jacket from defeated shoulders and began to meekly shed her blouse.

“That’s a good slut.  Get out of your skirt and pantyhose, but leave your bra and panties alone.”  Don nuzzled her ear as he assisted her undressing.  As he gently kissed her ear, the irony of his soft words and the cruel blackmail struck deeply into Gail’s consciousness.  She could feel the unwanted arousal coursing through her body and a roiling knot of fear and excitement churned under her flat belly.  She was horror-stricken at the thought of the impending sexual violation, but her own sexuality was betraying her with every soft touch and every caressing whisper.  “We can’t have you leaving here looking like a whore, now can we?” he whispered, “appearances are important.  That’s true for whores like you too.”  The older executive took her clothes and neatly hung them by the large bar in one corner of his office.

Gail’s cheeks alternately flushed with shame at his cruel words, and went pale when she thought about the horrors of her position.

Don mixed a drink at the bar and turned around to lean against the polished marble.  “Dance for me, here’s some smooth music.”

“But I’m not a dancer, remember, I work for Ecom.”  Gail’s cheeks burned with shame; she was standing virtually naked in front of a strange man who wasn’t her husband.

“You just sway gracefully.  You’re a real beauty and I know you can carry it off!”  Finishing his drink, Don admired the smooth lines of her athletic body and chuckled to himself at his luck in getting her to break so quickly.  Gail had a youthfully firm, tightly rounded bottom that tapered upward to an excitingly narrow waist and downward to the smoothly elegant, graceful legs of a dancer.  Don savored the sight of the helpless redhead standing alone in the center of his office.  Her slim torso was tastefully clad in a lacy white bra that cupped her shapely, ample breasts into exciting mounds of pleasure.  Her crotch was barely covered by the skimpy white panties stretched thinly across the exciting globes of her muscular bottom and revealingly pulled into the tight crease of her swelling labia.  Gail’s slender torso lines made her long back seem even longer.  Her creamy thighs were gently rounded and promised unlimited delights once they were properly splayed.

Don walked up to face her.  “Now I’m going to strip you the rest of the way; but I’m going to do it my way.  Turn around.”  The tall man began to rub her shoulders soothingly from behind and surprised her with the strength in his grip.  His powerful hands kneaded into the tight muscles of her neck and loosened the knots that had formed from her stress.  As he moved closer to her, Gail could feel the hardening bulge in his trousers as it pressed gently, but urgently, into the well-defined cleavage of her girlish bottom. 

Gail could feel her body reacting to his closeness, and she cringed inside.  “I can’t let him get me excited!  It’s wrong.  Jack would never understand.  God, if anyone from my church, or any of my friends found out about this, I’d never live down the whispers.  If I really submit to him, I’m just a common whore and I won’t do it!”

“That feels good, but you’ll never get me to like you, or what you’re doing to me.”  Gail felt her stubborn streak returning to help her resist this assault on her dignity.

“You let me work on that, my lovely little slut.”  Don was almost gentle.  His hands moved from her shoulders to move the straps of her lacy bra down around her elbows; a move that bared the delicate, smooth flesh of her shoulders and left her feeling nakedly exposed.  Gently caressing the firm flesh of her shoulders, he moved his hands smoothly down her back and around her to cup her breasts, weighing them sensuously in his palms as he kissed her neck.  “I’m going to unwrap you like a fine birthday present and then I’ll enjoy you to the fullest.  I can already tell you’re beginning to like all this.”  Don rhythmically squeezed her full breasts as he spoke and he felt her nipples harden quickly, swelling instantly with burgeoning desire.

Gail was horrified at the mindless betrayal from her body!  Her nipples were hardening, growing plump under the lace of her bra, and she could feel a slight warming between her tightly clenched thighs.  His massaging hands alternated between firm strength against the stress knots in her muscles and gentle strokes across her satiny skin with feathery, teasing caresses around her pulsing torso and sensitive upper thighs.  The certain knowledge that she was going to have sex combined, with the fear inspired by Don’s blackmail and subtly confidant air, to produce an extreme excitement deep in her belly.  The fear seemed to rob her of any guilt over what was to take place, while Don’s gentle, feathery caresses stirred her wanton body into lustful cravings for hot sex.  The worst part was that the more she thought about the approaching rape and dreaded it, the more she grew aroused.

Gail’s dilemma wasn’t lost on the crafty executive; on the contrary, he used her feelings to create a slowly growing, deep arousal in his creamy, red-haired prey.  He gently pinched her nipples through her lacy bra and squeezed the ample mounds to create tingling strokes of electricity that flashed throughout her quivering body and caused a feeling of sexual desire that he could use to taunt her.  Turning her to him, he dropped one probing hand to the heated mound of her pulsing sex and pressed gently as he slid his finger wormingly along the warm, slick silk of her panties.  When she gasped, he smiled and brushed his lips in a tingling line across her cheek.  “Doesn’t that feel great?  Don’t you want that to continue forever?”  He teased her to confuse her with desire.

“No, I just want you to leave me alone!  Please, I-I don’t.”  Gail’s voice lacked the panicked resolve she had felt earlier.

“I know you don’t mean that.  I’m sure you want to hold on to your house, your job, and your husband.  Especially if it means pleasure like this.”  His soft whisper had the gentle tone of a lover, but the harsh words reminded her of her helplessness.  Don rubbed his strong finger slowly back and forth across her throbbing labia just under the silky panties and smiled as he felt her breathing grow more shallow and rapid; her voice began to shake with the tension she exuded from her inner struggle.

“No!  Ooohh, God, Don, please don’t do this.  Please don’t.”  Gail’s voice trailed off into a mewling, sexy little whisper that seemed to admit the inevitable.  She tried to bunch her muscles in a show of resistance that did not include movement; but the fires raging in her now-heated loins betrayed her.  Against her will, or in spite of it, her hips seemed to move of their own accord, gently pressing harder against the tormenting hand in her groin.  As Don continued the sensual rub, she was in agony!