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eBook Category: Erotica
eBook Description: Sequel to #1 Besteller Office Slave!. J. W. McKenna continues the arousing story of Jack Sawyer and his sex slave, Ellen. Two years after agreeing to pay off her embezzlement debt with sex, El remains at Sawyer Manufacturing, servicing clients and employees. The debt has been paid in full--but by now, she's come to enjoy the constant attention and stimulation. But an angry co-worker blows the whistle on Jack. He is arrested and Ellen is set to be the start witness for the prosecution. Soon the whole city is abuzz with the sordid story. However, the tough female prosecutor didn't count on El's unusual affection for Jack or her naturally submissive nature. The case takes a surprising turn that stuns everyone involved. Don't miss this red-hot sequel from the pen of J.W. McKenna, author of more than a dozen erotic books.

eBook Publisher: Renaissance E Books/Sizzler, Published: 2005
Fictionwise Release Date: April 2005

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Words: 39097
Reading time: 111-156 min.
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El, dressed in her short blue silk robe that always tickled her nipples, waited in her office for Mr. Sawyer to signal her in. He was meeting with a new client and she had been summoned from her apartment behind the factory to help convince him that Sawyer Metalworking could offer more than the competition. El knew that Sawyer produced good quality materials; she was merely the icing on the cake. If a new client signed up, they got to spend some time with El. Some simply wanted to fuck her, others wanted a quick blow job. A few wanted to spank her, although Mr. Sawyer carefully monitored such activities so El wouldn't come to any real harm.

By now, this had become a routine function of her duties at the plant. She no longer thought it strange to spread her legs for a stranger or to have employees fondle her in the hallways. She was the office slut and had long ago lost any embarrassment or shame over her title.

El had put herself in this position--she couldn't blame Mr. Sawyer. She had stolen a great deal of money from the plant in her former position as chief financial officer and her boss had been ready to call the police. She had begged him not to, offering to pay him back. But she quickly realized that there would be only one way to pay him back--by using her sexual charms to help his business. It was a Hobson's choice, but it beat going to prison.

At first, it was embarrassing and degrading and El thought she had made a terrible mistake. But as the weeks went by and her internal barriers fell, she felt strangely liberated. It was as if a deeply hidden part of her had taken over. All she had to do was use her body. It became easy. And everyone was so nice to her.

Her hand rested on her thigh as she sat in her office chair, legs spread, ready to touch herself once Mr. Sawyer called her. She could hardly stand the waiting and she wasn't sure if she was more excited about seeing the new client, or hearing Jack's voice as she stroked her damp pussy.

The intercom buzzed. Her hand went immediately to her wet slit and rubbed even as her other hand picked up the phone. "Yes, sir?"

"Come in, El."

She rose and headed for the door, her pussy quivering in anticipation. Inside, she saw Mr. Sawyer sitting with a heavy-set man of about fifty. He had a shiny forehead that went halfway up his skull before meeting a fringe of red-gray hair. She hesitated before stripping off her robe, not sure if Mr. Sawyer wanted her to be naked right away or not. Fortunately, Jack noticed her discomfort.

"It's all right, El. Mr. Sisco has been told all about you."

She smiled and dropped her robe. Her jewelry glinted in the soft fluorescent lights. El approached Jack and dropped to her knees, making sure she spread her legs apart as she did. "How may I serve you, Master?"

Jack smiled. "El, I'd like you to meet Ernie Sisco, a potential new client of ours."

El knew her role whenever she met a "potential" client. She turned and gave him a big grin, then asked: "How can I help convince you that Sawyer is the best place for your business?"

Mr. Sisco didn't respond right away--he was too busy staring at El's bare pussy with the gold ring and the Sawyer logo right above it. His eyes rose slightly, taking in her "SLUT" belly-button piercing, then continued up to her proud breasts and the matching gold rings in each nipple.

"Jee-sus!" He exclaimed, glancing at Jack. "You weren't kidding. She's a peach."

"She's all yours, once you sign with us. And I assure you, you won't be disappointed with the work we do. This is just to sweeten the deal, so to speak."

"She sure is sweet." Ernie had already begun to sweat heavily. He rubbed his upper lip, then took out a damp handkerchief and mopped his dome. "Boy, you drive a hard bargain. I can do anything I want with her?"

Jack's eyes narrowed. "Not anything. Just the regular stuff. We have to take good care of her, you understand."

"Oh, of course. Of course." Stains spread under each arm. The man was either very excited or very nervous. His eyes seemed to sink into his florid face.

El stared at him, a half-smile frozen on her face and imagined him laying on her, smearing her with his sweat, his sausage-like cock stabbing into her. She put the image out of her mind. This was her job and she was determined to do it well.

Sisco turned suddenly to Mr. Sawyer, thrusting out a beefy hand. "All right, Jack, I'll tell you what. I'll give you the auto parts business, once my contract with Minnesota expires. That's about twelve percent of my total revenues. We'll see how that goes, and then we'll decide on any future business."

Jack mulled it over. The auto parts deal was a good start, but he knew the Minnesota Manufacturing contract with Sisco didn't end for another six months. It seemed Sisco wanted something today for a promise tomorrow, and from experience, Jack knew how too often, those promises tended to disappear.

"Sure," he said, shaking his hand, "and I'll have El ready for you just as soon as the contract has been signed."

Ernie's hand froze in mid-shake. "You mean you won't let me partake in El's gifts until then?"

"Now what kind of businessman would I be if I did that? We both know that a lot can happen in six months."

Sisco's face darkened. "You don't trust me to honor any deal I make today?"

"This has nothing to do with honor and everything to do with the fact that Sawyer Metalworking is the best place for your business, whether El's involved or not. Consider her like an enticement--you can't expect to get the extra gift without the main purchase."

Sisco let go of Jack's hand and allowed his pudgy fingers to stroke El's breast for a second. No one said anything. Finally, he stood, adjusting his pants to conceal his erection. "I'll call you closer to when the contract expires," he said abruptly and left the office.

Jack said nothing for a long second after the door clicked closed behind the big man. Then he turned to El. "We'll never see him again."

El was not disappointed to hear that. "I'm sorry, Master--I hope I didn't scare him away."

"No, you did nothing wrong. He was just a schemer. He had heard about you through the grapevine and he'd thought he'd try to get something for nothing. I'm glad he failed. I'd hate to see him pawing you, frankly."

Me too, she thought. She could still feel his fingers on her breast and it made her feel a little dirty, if that was possible. As if reading her mind, Jack told her to go take a shower.

She jumped up and went into Mr. Sawyer's executive washroom. She stopped at the mirror to stare at her reflection. She had changed so much in the last two years, she hardly recognized herself. Instead of her shoulder-length black hair, she had a shaggy cut, streaked with reddish highlights. The tasteful makeup she had worn for years had been replaced by brighter accents around her eyes. Her lashes were long and her eyebrows trimmed. Below, her mouth was outlined by full red lipstick. Today, she wore her pearl earrings, but she also had a matching set of tiny penis ones she wore a couple of times a week.

Around her neck, she wore the penis necklace that Mr. Sawyer had given her a few months ago. She hardly ever took it off, unless he asked her to wear her "FUCK ME" necklace. She didn't like that one as much, simply because it was too obvious, but she had little say in what she wore--or didn't wear.

Her fingers moved down from the necklace to one of the gold rings through her nipples. She tugged at it and enjoyed the tingling sensation it gave her. She was constantly horny and she attributed it to the jewelry and to the way she was treated here. Rarely was she left alone. People were always coming up to touch her or ask to see her breasts or pussy. The robe helped immensely in displaying her body. Sometimes, she wouldn't even bother to wear it--she'd just stroll down the corridors naked and let everyone have their way with her.

No one fucked her, of course--that was strictly controlled by Mr. Sawyer. Six months earlier, he had fired one worker for violating his edict. Frank Jefferson had pulled El into the men's bathroom and tried to fuck her up against the tiled wall. El was prepared to let him, as she didn't want to be accused of being rude to any of the workers. At the same time, she warned him that Mr. Sawyer might be displeased. That didn't stop him. He unzipped his pants and has his hard cock out just inches from her well-used pussy when another worker came in and surprised them, causing Jefferson to back off. He zipped up quickly and left, leaving El standing there, half naked.

When Jack found out, he was furious and called the man into his office and dismissed him on the spot. El, in her office next door, couldn't help but overhear their angry voices through the door.

Jefferson, a bullying type, threatened to go to the police and "expose your sordid little racket," but Mr. Sawyer called his bluff and told him to go ahead--he'd file charges of attempted rape the same day. El wasn't sure if that was a smart move, considering her job, but it did seem to quiet Jefferson down. He left a short time later and there were no repercussions from his threats.

El realized she had been staring at herself too long, so she turned on the shower and allowed it to warm up. She wanted to wash off Mr. Sisco's sweat that lay like a slime across her right breast. She jumped in and washed herself quickly. Getting out, she toweled dry, and then opened the door to let the steam out.

Mr. Sawyer was sitting at his desk, working. El smiled at that--she loved watching him work. He motioned her over and she scampered out to kneel by his side, within easy reach. He stroked her breasts and tugged at her nipple rings. She found herself getting very wet and she hoped he would fuck her today. He rarely did any more. That was one part of her new job that disappointed her. She loved to lie on her master's desk and feel him pounding away at her pussy, his big cock sliding in and grinding against her clit before he'd pull out again. It was during those times that she felt truly loved by Mr. Sawyer. Or maybe it was the power he exhibited. She felt drawn to him and would do just about anything he asked of her.

He stopped fondling her just as she was about to climax and said: "I'm not sure Sisco's business would be worth it if it meant having his greasy hands on your body."

El thought she might just come right then. God, she adored this man! She hadn't wanted to tell him her real feelings about Sisco, but it was clear he felt it too.

"T-thank you, Master."