Chapter 65 CONTINUATION

I was wrong. I was so wrong.

She was bent over the desk, her back to me, her skirt clinging to her rear end. She looked back at me, and any thoughts that I had gotten through to her disappeared upon seeing the smirk on her face.

"Oh, this isn't over yet," Tori boasted. "Let's see if this changes your mind." With that, she reached back, and pulled her skirt up, sliding the taut material up until, finally, her round ass emerged, bared to my eyes. Her skirt was now bunched up around her waist, allowing her ass to be displayed fully, but it wasn't completely exposed. My eyes didn't settle on the firm, round, jutting cheeks. It settled in between, on the tiny red thong splitting the cheeks. I studied the delightful way the tiny string disappeared between the cheeks. It was the first time I had seen a thong on a girl in real life, and I was momentarily transfixed. In my stupor, my hand slipped from the doorknob.

"This is one of the many positions you'll find me on daily basis when you hire me," Tori said, undeterred from her mission. She reached behind herself, slapping her ass, causing the right cheek to jiggle. She then bent over the desk even further, resting on her breasts so she could reach behind herself, pulling her ass-cheeks apart, exposing the full cleft of her ass-crack. I could see the entire length of the string of her thong, and behind it, barely hidden, was her bare, exposed asshole. My momentary stupor was shaken, and I was filled with a sudden panic. This needed to end, now.

"Tori! Please... just leave! Cover yourself up and leave. Don't make me call security." I began. "Because I will, and then..."

SMACK!

She slapped her ass firmly, and my anger soon disappeared as I watched the now bare, round, smooth ass-cheek ripple with the force of the spank. My words left my mouth at this delicious sight, my anger temporarily forgotten.

"Uh, Tori, put your clothes on, and leave," I told her, with not quite as much anger. I shook my head, looking away, wanting this to just be done. I rested my hand on the doorknob again, pausing, waiting for her to put her clothes back on so I could just open the door without fear of being caught.

I would not be so lucky.

She released her grip on her own ass and pushed herself up, her butt jiggling mouth-wateringly again as she stood. She turned back to face me, pushed herself upward, and rested her round ass against the table. With a firm pull, she yanked down her skirt over her hips, letting it fall to the floor. Her red-lace covered crotch was now exposed to me, and then, as she pushed herself back to fully sit on the table, she spread her legs apart lewdly, running her fingers down over her covered pussy.

The thong underwear was tiny, and it barely covered her nether regions, and it confirmed her earlier boast. If she had any sort of landing strip or anything like that, with as little as the thong covered, that hair would be visible. No, Tori K was completely shaved.

Tori leaned back onto the desk, resting on her elbows, bringing her high-heel clad feet up onto the wood, keeping them spread apart, the tiny material molding over her nearly exposed vagina. With her top splayed open, her bra-clad breasts were jutting out, bouncing around as she made this movement. All signs of the professional woman she had been acting as was now gone, now looking every bit the slut she boasted to be.

"Tori... this needs to stop!" I pled with her.

"Face it Randy... we're not leaving this office without having sex. That's been true from the moment I walked in here. That's how this ends, and you've known that from the start. The minute I came in here shaking my hot ass and huge tits, you knew we would be getting all hot and sweaty. I would be teaching you exactly how business should be done. So relax, take off your clothes, get comfortable. I'm ready for you," she said, sliding her hand down, rubbing her thong covered crotch between her fingers. A silence fell as I tried to figure out a plan, a small moan of pleasure coming from her direction. This exposure from her was causing me pause, but as I thought about it, I realized that no matter what I said, she wasn't walking out of here without getting what she wanted. I really only had one choice.

I guess she pushed me to this.

I reached into my pocket and pulled out my cell phone.

"Mmm, what are you doing?" she asked, still rubbing herself. "Taking a picture?" she inquired confidently.

"No..." I replied. "I'm calling security." I said simply, skimming through my contacts.

"Why do that?" she asked innocently. "I can tell you like what you see," she said, glancing down to my crotch. I was pulled away from my task at this, following her gaze to the now prominent bulge in my pants pushing outward. Apparently, despite my brain knowing better, my dick was loving what Tori was doing. No... it couldn't be.

"No, it's just..." I stammered, straightening my pants over myself and bending in slightly, trying to hide my bulge from her hungry eyes. As I did this, an explanation came to mind that would explain this off. "No, I'm meeting my wife after work, and... it's been about a week for us." Yeah, I was hard for my wife, eager to meet her for our romantic weekend together, and not for this half-dressed, illicit, scheming seductress in my office.

"Oh, okay, that makes sense," Tori responded with a condescending smile, clearly not believing me, nodding her head as she rubbed herself. I shook my head, not knowing why I had decided to explain myself.

"I don't need to explain myself to you," I said, mostly to myself. I refocused on my phone, finally finding the number for security.