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Karen nervously looked at her hands as she sat in her boss' office.

"So...what can I do for you, Karen?" Tony, her manager, asked.

"I..."  Karen crossed her legs, which were the young brunette secretary's 
best feature.  "I was wondering...hoping...that I might be able to get a 
raise, Mr. Maxwell.  I mean...I've been working very hard..."  She bit her 
lip softly.

Tony frowned.  "A raise?  Karen, you know our policies.  You get reviewed 
every January."

"I know....but...well..."

"Sorry, Karen.  I can't give you a raise," Tony said apologetically.

"Um...do you think it would be possible to get an advance on my pay then?" 
Karen tried not to appear too desperate.

"You know the payroll has strict guidelines.  I couldn't give you an advance 
even if I wanted to.  Why do you need this money so badly?" Tony Maxwell 
asked in a concerned tone of voice...although he already knew quite well 
about Karen's financial troubles.  Tony often monitored his employees' use 
of the telephone system, and debt collectors were calling Karen at least ten 
times a day.  Not to mention the times he'd looked out his window and seen 
Karen being accosted in the parking lot by burly representatives of a more
unscrupulous breed of bill collectors, as she stood by the car which was way 
beyond the means of someone with Karen's salary, pleading for just a few 
more weeks, a little more time, please.

This morning had been another such occurrence, as a fearful Karen had been 
flanked by three big, ugly thugs.  Tony hadn't heard too much of the
conversation, but he had caught one part about "You've got until tonight..."

  Karen had spent most of the day on the phone, making the usual slew of 
personal phone calls to anyone and everyone who might have a little extra 
money to loan her.  No luck...so Tony had not been very surprised when the 
petite, troubled young secretary had requested a meeting with him.

"Talk to me, Karen.  Are you in some kind of trouble?"

"Well...I...sort of...I...have to pay back some m-money...."  Karen fiddled 
nervously with the diamond pendant of her necklace, which she'd flaunted to 
everyone in the office the day after one of her compulsive shopping sprees.

"Oh...is that all!" Tony responded with an amicable, "I'm not only your 
boss, I'm your friend!" tone.  "How much do you need?"

Karen, brightening at her boss' apparent helpful attitude, thought for a 
second.  "Um...four...four hundred."

"Four HUNDRED?!?!?"  her boss exclaimed, feigning shock although he already 
had known the exact amount.  Karen's look of anxiety returned.  "Won't they 
let you make payments?"

"Um...well...Mr. Maxwell...um...that...that IS a payment."

He thought about this for a moment.  "I see.  And have you thought about 
writing these people a letter, explaining that you're not able to pay them?"

"Um...well...no..."

"Well, why don't we sit down and do that, Karen?  I'll just open my word 
processor here and--"

Karen interrupted.  "Mr. Maxwell, um...thanks, and all...but...um...these 
people...well...they..."

"They what?" Tony prodded impatiently.

"They...aren't exactly the type of people that you send letters to..."

Tony appeared to think about this.  "I see.  Well...when is the payment due 
by."

"Seven o'clock tonight...oh, Mr. Maxwell, they said they'd...do bad things 
to me if I didn't have it..."  Karen burst into tears.  "I'm just so scared 
and don't know what to do..." Tony got up, came around the desk and pulled 
his secretary to her feet, embracing her.

"Let me check the balance on my checking account...I think we may be able to 
work something out."

Karen's teary eyes lit up.  "Oh, THANK YOU, Mr. Maxwell!  THANK YOU so much! 
   I PROMISE I'll pay it back..." And she kissed him on the cheek.

"Well...like I said, we'll have to work something out."  Then Tony kissed 
her.

Karen pulled away, slightly embarrassed at the kiss, and at the hard bulge 
forming in Tony's pants.  For a moment, a look of worry crossed her 
face...then was replaced again by the expression of relief and gratitude.

"Um...Mr. Maxwell...when will you...how will I...um..."

"Stop back in my office at 5:30, and we'll work something out.  Until then, 
I want you to go back to your desk.  And do some work Karen," he grinned 
slightly, "not call Meredith, or Mom, or surf the web for discounts.  Do 
some work," he reiterated.

The worried expression came back again.  How did he know...was he listening 
in....?  Karen didn't even care, she decided.  Mr. Maxwell was going to help 
her!

"Thank you AGAIN, Mr. Maxwell!" Karen hugged her boss.  Taking care to
include only the upper portion of her body in the embrace this time.

"Oh, and Karen?"

"Yes, Mr. Maxwell?"  she looked back as she opened the door.

"Please instruct everybody that I'm not to be disturbed for the next half 
hour."

"Yes, Mr. Maxwell," she said as she left the office, Tony's eyes following 
her ass all the way.

Once she was gone, Tony dropped his pants and freed his raging hardon.
Taking it in hand, he began stroking it steadily.  After all, it wouldn't do 
to shoot off quickly into his young secretary's mouth when she came back in.

That wouldn't do at all.



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At 5:30 sharp, Karen knocked on the door to her manager's office.

"Come in," he said.  She did.  "Yes, what is it?" he asked, glancing up 
momentarily before returning his attention to some paperwork on his desk.

"I was...um...you said to come back and see you at 5:30, Mr. Maxwell...." 
she began.

"Oh."  He didn't look up.  "Refresh my memory."

"Um...you were going to...um...you said you'd...well...help me out with some 
money, Mr. Maxwell."

"Oh.  Yes."  He got up and came around the desk, leaning against it right in 
front of Karen.  "Our Karen is in trouble.  And we can't have that, can we?" 
Tony reached out and petted Karen's cheek with the back of his hand.

"No, Mr. Maxwell."  She looked and felt vaguely uncomfortable at the way her 
boss was touching her.

"Oh...it's been such a long day, Karen."  He was now stroking her hair with 
his fingers.  "Why don't you go freshen up...put on some fresh lipstick and 
makeup, let your hair out of that bun, you know."

"I'm...I'm fine."

"No...you look so plain, Karen.  You're not womanly enough.  You're a
beautiful woman when you make an effort.  Now go on and freshen yourself 
up."

"Really, Mr. Maxwell, I just need--"  Karen was getting a little perturbed.

"Go on, Karen.  While you do that, I'll see if I can't get that money
together."  He pulled his hand away from her hair.  "Unless of course, you 
no longer need it."

The secretary's eyes widened.  "Um...no, Mr. Maxwell.  I mean...yes, Mr. 
Maxwell.  I mean...um...yes, I still need it.  Um...I'll...um...be right 
back."  She scampered out of the office and retrieved her purse, then headed 
to the restroom to "freshen up".

"He's sexually harassing me," Karen thought out loud as she applied her 
makeup in the mirror.  Oh, shut up, she thought in response to herself on 
the heels of that.  He's saving your ass...not to mention your tits.  If he 
wants you to dab on a little makeup in exchange, let him indulge himself.

Ten minutes later, she let herself into Mr. Maxwell's office again.

He looked her over.  With a rather disgusted tone, he chided her.  "Karen, 
don't you believe in jewelry?"

"Well...my...necklace is..."

"Yes, we've all seen your necklace, and know how much you're paying for it.  
What about some nice earrings, perhaps a bracelet?"

"Mr. Maxwell...um...I...well...at work, I, um...usually..."

"Well?  Do you own any or not?" he insisted impatiently.

"Well...yes...I just..." she stammered.

"Well...go put them on!  Or don't you want to look pretty for me?"

"Mr. Maxwell, um...well...you're not supposed to...um..."

He stared directly at her.  "I'm not supposed to what?"

"Um....nothing, I'll...um...be back in a minute, Mr. Maxwell."  As she
walked back to her desk to collect her jewelry, Karen considered grabbing 
her purse and leaving the building.  Driving home, to find....?  She 
shuddered as she recalled a phone call she'd gotten, about an hour after 
she'd talked to the loan shark collectors in the parking lot.  "Karen, do 
you hear this? [whoosh]  This is a blowtorch.  Tonight, if you don't have 
that money, we're going to leave you a little reminder on those perky little 
tits of yours...[click]"  So she put on her earrings and a bracelet and went 
back to her boss' office.

"Come in, Karen" came Tony's voice.

He looked her up and down approvingly.  She was shocked that he didn't ask 
her to spin around as well.

"Well...NOW you look like a woman, Karen."

Enough of this nonsense.  "Mr. Maxwell, you...you said you might be able to 
help me..." she prompted.

"Yes.  I might."  Had he put a slight emphasis on that last word?  "Yes.  I 
have something here for you, Karen.  Come around the desk."

She did.  "Thank y-"  Karen stopped short as she realized that Tony Maxwell 
was wearing no pants, no underwear...was in fact naked from the waist down.  
With a raging hardon which was considerably bigger than that of any man that 
Karen had been with.

Her first reaction was shock; her second was mild amusement.  Obviously Mr. 
Maxwell had misunderstood her.

She smiled slightly.  "Mr. Maxwell...um...I...well, I'm going to pay you 
back for the money....not..."

"Karen, Karen...there'll be no need to pay me back.  It seems like you'll 
need all the money you have...so why don't you just kneel down here, and 
we'll help each other."

"Mr. Maxwell, um....no need....I just want to borrow..."

"I don't make loans," he spoke with finality.  "I will, however, give you 
the opportunity to sell me your services...seeing as how I haven't had my 
cock sucked in a very long time.  In any case, you'd better decide quickly." 
   Tony indicated the clock on the wall, which said that it was 6:10.  
"Don't you have an appointment at 7:00?"

Karen stood there as the reality of the situation sank in.  Tony had her 
right where he wanted her.  She could walk out...but where else would she be 
able to come up with $400 in less than an hour?  The thugs would 
come...they'd...

"Karen...I have lots of work to do."

Karen looked up at him.  "Mr. Maxwell, please....can't we..."

"No, Karen.  This whole thing was actually a bad idea."  He began pulling 
his pants up.  "As a manager, I really shouldn't be getting involved in my 
employees' personal problems.  Would you shut my door on your way out?"  
Tony was now completely cold, businesslike.

"No...I'll...I'll....do it...."  She got on her knees as he was buttoning 
his pants.  She grabbed his hands and tried to stop him.

"Karen...you're right.  This isn't such a good idea.  It wouldn't be
appropriate for us to be helping each other this way."

"Please, Mr. Maxwell...please, it's OK...I'll do it..."

"No, Karen.  I think you need to leave before this situation gets even more 
embarrassing."

Tears were forming in the young brunette's eyes.  Tony congratulated
himself--anyone in his position could have made Karen cry by demanding
sexual favors from her.  But it took a real artist to make the bitch cry and 
beg to be ALLOWED to give sexual favors.

"Mr. Maxwell...PLEASE!  Let me do it..."

He grabbed her hands.  "What do you want, Karen?" he asked forcefully.

"I wanna....do this for you....please...."

"What do you want to do.  Tell me, Karen.  Say the words."

"I want you...in my m-mouth..."

"Karen...I'm just concerned that you're doing something you really don't 
want to do...and I shouldn't--"

"NO DAMMIT I WANT YOUR COCK IN MY MOUTH!!!!  Please, Mr. Maxwell I NEED THE 
MONEY SO BAD..."  She sniffled.  "PLEASE, Mr. Maxwell...I promise I'll suck 
it real good..."

"OK, Karen.  Put it in your mouth."

Karen didn't need to be told twice.  She pulled Tony's pants back down and 
slid her ruby red lips around his throbbing prick.  He gently ran his 
fingers through her hair as she engulfed the tip.

Karen didn't particularly enjoy giving blowjobs...but she could perform them 
adequately when necessary.  She usually reserved them for boyfriends who had 
spent hundreds of dollars on gifts for her.  But dammit, she REALLY needed 
this money...and if she walked out of here, there was nowhere that she'd be 
able to scrounge up the money on such short notice!  So she kept her mouth 
shut...and filled.

"Mmmmm you're very talented, Karen."

"Thank you," she paused briefly enough to mumble.

"Take it in deeper, Karen," he instructed.

"MMMmmmm  mmmmm" she replied as she took in another inch.

He patted the side of her face.  "You are a very pretty woman, Karen.
Especially with my cock in your mouth!"  She looked up at him.  "Yeah...suck 
it.  Earn that money.  You know...ahhh....Karen, you're sucking my cock for 
money?"

"Mmmmm hmmmm" she acknowledged.

"That would make you a prostitute, Karen.  A whore!"

"Mmmmm hmmmm" she agreed again, her eyes reflecting her shame.

"Say it, Karen."  He pulled her head off of him.

"A wh-whore, Mr. Maxwell."  Tony grabbed her dark hair and pulled her back 
down on his cock.

"Yeah...you're a whore, Karen.  A cocksucking little whore.  Say it."

She popped him out of her mouth.  "Whore...I...I'm a cocksucking whore..."  
Then she took him back in.

"Good.  I like hearing you talk like that, Karen.  Is your cunt wet?"  Her 
eyes widened in fear and she shook her head NO.  Sucking her boss' dick for 
a few bucks was one thing; having all-out sex was different altogether.  
Karen liked to save that for people she was really seriously involved with.

"Oh, no, Karen.  I wouldn't dream of asking you to take your sexy little 
mouth off of my cock.  Besides," he panted, "you love my cock in your mouth, 
don't you?"

Through her stuffed mouth, another "mmmm hmmmm..."

"Say it," he demanded.

She pulled her head off Tony's cock, her saliva hanging in strands between 
her lips and his hard prick.  "Mmmmmm I love your cock in my mouth, Mr. 
Maxwell..."  With a SLLLLURP, she took him back in.

"Play with your cunt, Karen."  She tried to protest, but he gripped the back 
of her head, keeping his cock planted firmly in her throat.  "Do it, Karen.  
I know you need to."

Reaching under her skirt and pulling her panties aside, even Karen was
shocked to find out how soaking wet she was, as the sounds of her slurping, 
cocksucking, hungry mouth were supplemented by the wet, squishing sounds of 
Karen easily sliding two fingers into her sopping pussy.

"Yeah.  Fuck yourself with those fingers, Karen.  Hmmmm...listen to those 
fingers sloshing around in that wet hole.  What a whore you are!"

"Mmmmm hmmmm....mmmmm....mmmmmmm...."

"Oh yeah.  Make yourself moan....that feels great.  You're great at sucking 
cock, Karen...."

"Mmmmmm thank you," she lifted her head enough to say, immediately going 
back down on him.  Now she was using her tongue to tease his engulfed, 
engorged purple cockhead.  Her fingers moved faster in her wet hole.  Karen 
couldn't help herself...her situation was turning her on immensely!

"I'm...almost ready to cum....a little more, Karen...." Tony breathed.

Karen pulled him out of her mouth.  "Here...let me..." She wrapped her free 
hand, the one that wasn't frigging her wet cunt, around Mr. Maxwell's shaft 
and began pumping.  Tony, however, wouldn't hear of it.

"No, Karen.  In your mouth."  He tugged her head back toward his throbbing 
member.

"Mr. Maxwell...please...I really don't like to sw-"

"Karen, I'm paying a lot of money for you to suck my cock.  None of the 
other whores I've ever had--" Tony emphasized the word "other" -- "have 
charged nearly this much for a blowjob.  You can at least do it the way I 
want it done, don't you think?"

She nodded silently and took him back in.  Best to get it over with quickly. 
   She bobbed her head up and down in his lap, also bringing her tongue into 
play by finding and teasing his vein.  Her fingers meanwhile were working 
her pussy furiously, and the hot throbbing sensation was now beginning 
inside her.

Tony could barely stand it.  "Karen, you better swallow every drop, " he 
growled, "or you won't see a penny of that money..."

That drove Karen over the edge.  "Mmmmmm mmmmmmm MMMMMMMMM HMMMMMMM
MMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!" she screamed into Tony's cock as her orgasm hit her.  
Tony inhaled sharply in response as his prick tensed up, then began pulsing.

"Oh good...you're so good, Karen...gonna cum...here you go...swallow it all, 
cockwhore..."  Then he was spurting stream after stream of cum off of the 
roof of the secretary's mouth.  Karen frantically gulped and swallowed, 
trying to keep up as Tony emptied his balls into her cock-sucking mouth.  
Dutifully, the pretty brunette drained every last ounce of cum from her 
boss' shaft.

After he was spent, Tony leaned back in his chair, then pulled Karen up and 
kissed her on the forehead.  "I never realized I had such talent working for 
me," he grinned.  Karen smiled wanly in return, not sure how to react to 
having been used as a whore.

"Mr. Maxwell...um...thanks for...er...helping me...um...well, I kinda
need..."  She glanced at the clock.

Tony stood up and buckled his pants.  "Oh...the time!  Goodness, I'm late 
for something too!"  He grabbed his briefcase and hurried from the office.

Karen followed him down the hallway.  "Mr. Maxwell!  You said you'd..."

He stopped.  "Oh, yes, of course!  I do need to pay for the service I just 
received, don't I?"

She cast her eyes slightly downward.  "Well....um....yes...I..."

He smiled.  "You were great, Karen.  You sure know how to use that pretty 
little mouth."  Karen looked around nervously to see if anyone might have 
heard that.  Everyone was gone for the evening, however.  "I only hope those 
nasty bill collectors figure out that there are other things besides money 
that you can pay them off with..."  He slapped her on the ass.  "You'll find 
the money in the bottom right drawer of my desk, Karen."

"Th-thank you, Mr. Maxwell."

"I think you already thanked me in my office, Karen."  She blushed as Tony 
Maxwell left the building.  Then she went to the water cooler to rinse her 
mouth of his salty aftertaste.

Ten minutes later, Karen entered Mr. Maxwell's office.  The lower right 
drawer, he'd said.  She sat down at his desk and pulled the drawer...only to 
find that it was locked.  Locked! she panicked to herself silently.  He 
locked it!  Karen was running out of time.

Looking in Mr. Maxwell's center drawer, she found his letter opener.  "This 
should do," she said aloud to herself and to the unseen camera recording her 
every move.  The desk locks were outrageously simple to pick with a paper 
clip or a letter opener.  This was common knowledge within the company, as 
many of the keys for the older desks had been lost over the years.  Sure 
enough, the young secretary exclaimed in triumph after a few seconds of 
fiddling with the lock, as the drawer sprang open.  It was empty save for a 
stack of $50 bills.

Karen quickly counted them.  Only six bills...that was only $300!  She was 
sure she had told Mr. Maxwell that she had needed $400.  "There's gotta be 
more here" she reasoned.  She double checked the drawer...then searched 
through all the other drawers, just in case he'd put it in one of them by 
mistake.  No such luck.

"Damn!" she cursed.  He'd short changed her!  Then she looked at the
clock...6:45!  Her payment was due in fifteen minutes!  She stuffed the 
money in her purse and hurried from the office, trying to think of ways to 
come up with the final $100 and coming up with none.  Even if she could only 
pay $300...that was still a good payment...wasn't it?  They wouldn't punish 
her...would they?

As she hurried to her car, she recalled Mr. Maxwell's words.  "I only hope 
those nasty bill collectors figure out that there are other things besides 
money that you can pay them off with."  Biting her lip, she realized that it 
might be her only hope.  As Karen drove, she hurriedly applied a fresh coat 
of lipstick...



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The next morning, Karen was singing along to the songs on the radio as she 
drove to work.  Things had gone all right the night before, despite being 
$100 short.

The two bill collectors hadn't shown up until 7:30.  That had given Karen 
ample time to change into a pair of shorts that accentuated her shapely 
legs, as well as a miracle bra to maximize her tiny 34-B breasts.  A low-cut 
blouse gave a rather nice view of what cleavage she had.  And, more 
importantly, there'd been time to down two shots of vodka, to take the edge 
off some of the humiliation Karen had felt over what she was about to do.

She'd handed the money over, eyeing the men nervously.

"There's only $300 here.  You're $100 short," came the expected objection.

Karen had put on her best pout.  "Well, I was kind of hoping to pay it off 
some other way..."

"What 'other way'?" she'd been asked suspiciously.  "We only take cash."

"Well," Karen had then, in her most seductive voice, explained in great 
detail exactly how she'd obtained the $300...leaving out only the part about 
having to swallow.  Then, without missing a beat, the mousy brunette had 
dropped to her knees and began fumbling with the zipper of the closest thug. 
   The men had looked at each other and shrugged, and before long she'd had 
a hard cock in each hand, and she'd alternated her oral charms from one to 
the other.  After she was done, they'd left without further comment, and 
Karen had been left kneeling on her living room floor, her face a gooey, 
jism-covered mess, but her payment made.

After they'd left, Karen had reflected on what had just happened.  She'd 
made a whore out of herself for the second time today.  Sure, she felt 
cheap...but she'd managed to solve her money problem, at least for the time 
being, in less than twenty minutes!  She'd vowed, however, NOT to repeat 
that performance, and to figure out a way to get on top of her situation and 
stay afloat.  Karen had then spent half the night working on her budget.

Now, she felt like she had a handle on things.  Maybe Mr. Maxwell couldn't 
give her a raise or an advance, but perhaps he'd allow her to work some 
overtime!  That would get her on the right track until January, when she'd 
be able to ask for a big raise.  Not to mention the fact that there had only 
been $300 in her boss' drawer for the "services" Karen had provided.  That 
probably meant that he still owed her $100!

But there was the matter of the night before, and what had happened between 
her and Mr. Maxwell.  Karen felt ashamed of what she'd done....how could she 
face him again?  Let alone speak to him about what was basically 
prostitution money?

She wouldn't...and that was that.  She'd simply ask him to let her work some 
overtime.  And she would not bring up what had happened the night before, 
unless he did first.  No doubt he was just as embarrassed about it as 
her....Karen knew that Mr. Maxwell was divorced, so he probably hadn't been 
with a woman in a long time, and like most men had allowed his smaller head 
to do his thinking for him.

So, Karen gathered up her courage and walked to her boss' office.

"Come in, Karen."  Tony Maxwell looked rather stern and solemn.  "Take a 
seat."  He appeared to be eyeing her ultra-conservative choice of
attire--which today was slacks and a long-sleeved blouse.

Then he dropped the bombshell.  "Karen, I'm going to have to reduce your pay 
by four dollars an hour."  He let that sink in.

It didn't at first.  Even after it did, Karen could only stammer, "F-f-four 
dollars?  What...."

"I'm sorry, Karen.  Budget cuts.  It was either that or eliminate your
position entirely.  And I don't think either of us want that..."

"Four dollars an hour less?" Karen repeated.  She did the math in her head.  
"Y-you can't do that.  That's less than minimum wage!"

Tony was apologetic.  "I'm sorry, Karen.  Four dollars an hour it is."

"Like hell!" Karen roared angrily.  "I quit!"  She turned around to leave.

She was stopped by Tony, who grabbed her by the shoulders and practically 
threw her back into her seat.  "Sit down."

Her eyes were blazing.  "No.  I'm through with this pitiful comp-"  She was 
getting up to leave again when Tony backhanded her across the cheek.

"Sit down," her boss repeated.  Karen's face still reflected her extreme 
anger, but was there something else there as well now?  Fear, perhaps?  
"Now," he continued, "you ARE going to continue working here."

Karen shook with rage...but she stayed still.  Fine...she'd listen to the 
bastard, only because he was stronger than her, and could hurt her if he 
wanted to.  She'd listen...then she'd leave this office and hop in her car, 
punch a few numbers on her car phone, and she'd be connected with the police 
department before she got out of the parking lot, and then to a really good 
attorney right after that.

Maxwell directed Karen's attention to a TV/VCR combo on his desk.

"I heard a rumor around the office that you were having some money problems 
and that you had been stealing from the petty cash.  I didn't believe 
it...after all, you're one of my best employees, Karen!"  He hit "PLAY" and 
continued.  "But I DID take the precaution of having a hidden camera 
installed in my office.  I was *appalled* at what I saw..."

The TV screen showed Mr. Maxwell's office, empty.  Then Karen came into the 
picture, sat down at the desk, and tried one of the drawers.  Upon finding 
it locked, she began picking the lock with a letter opener, and had little 
trouble getting the drawer open.  ("Breaking and entering!" Mr. Maxwell 
offered helpfully as Karen watched, speechless.)  The Karen on the screen 
then pulled a stack of bills out of the drawer and counted them...then began 
scouring the rest of the drawers for more bills.

Maxwell turned off the TV and looked at Karen.

"B-but....you said....you told me to take..."  the secretary's voice trailed 
off.

"All I know is what I see on that tape," Tony explained with a straight 
face.  "Karen the Thief."

Karen was still in shock.  "Why....why are you doing this to me?"

"Because I want you, Karen."  Tony's voice dropped to a hushed whisper.  "I 
want to own you...just like those bill collectors own you.  And now I am 
going to own you."

"You can't possibly think you can get away with this," Karen asked
incredulously.

Tony laughed.  "Oh, I don't know...let's see.  This tape...plus your
well-documented financial problems...I think it would be a rather open and 
shut case."

Karen knew that he was right.  She had her problems and her
compulsions...but she was no dummy.  "What do you want from me?" she
whispered.

"I want you to take off that blouse and show off those perky little titties 
for me, Karen."  He laughed.  "Did you know that I gave you the desk 
directly under the a/c vent on purpose, just so I could enjoy watching your 
nipples get hard?"

"Fuck you."

He slapped her in the face again.  "No, Karen...fuck you."

As it dawned on her that Mr. Maxwell meant it literally, she began to cry.  
And to undress.

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