Don't make me tell..
She was there again, standing in his door way. As she walked in the girl closed the door, locking it behind her. No one saw her entering his office and her father was away on business again. She had him right where she wanted him. She smiled smugly as she walked up to his desk, sliding her hand along the top of it.
"You know what I want," she said seductively as she came around his desk.
She stood in front of him sucking on her lolly, her fingers walking up his pant leg inching closer to the growing bulge in his pants.
"Fight back, dammit! You can't just sit here and let her use you again!" he thought.
He grabbed her hand right before she reached his zipper.
"I can't keep doing this Ms. Lord. I'm not going to fuck my best friend's daughter."
"You've already done it once," she said softly as her free hand reached for her goal.
"NO!" he exclaims as he grabbed her other hand, squeezing it tightly. "I helped your father build this business from the ground up, I can't do this again, it's wrong!"
"Your body seems to think differently."
He looked away, ashamed; how did he let things get this far? All he had had to do that first time was tell her "No!" and call security to take her home. But, he hadn't, he let her have her way and here she was again, wanting more. Her hands still in his grasp, she moved in closer, the crotch of his pants pressing against her chest. She leaned in as close as she could so he wouldn't miss a word.
"You're going to give me what I want, cause if you don't I'm gonna tell. I'll make sure your wife is the first to know, then daddy, then the police...."
He turned his head back towards her, their eyes meeting. She could see the fear in his eyes, she had him. His grasp started to loosen as she continued.
"All I have to do is scream and it would be all over for you. That perfect lil life you worked so hard for gone. Could you just imagine the media response? You would NEVER be able to escape. So why not just let me have my fun, it's not like you don't like it."
He lets her go, her hands sliding free before she begins to unbutton his pants. He tries to look away.
"What's wrong? Don't you wanna watch?" she asks "You watched last time, you looked me right in the eyes when you fucked me on your desk."
She looks up at him with a sweet innocent smile, happy to know she has what she wants.