A close encounter

Valerie had this strange feeling that she was being watched. She thought she saw people talking in quiet whispers in the distance, then stop the moment she came within sight. She didn't understand what was going on, and that was making her tense. Her body's response to the tension only made things worse, for it was hard to focus on her mission. Her erogenous zones seemed to be on fire, begging to be touched and fondled. She wanted to finish her mission and get out of here as soon as she could.

After her detour, she continued to make her way towards the study. She entered a corridor, intending to make her way across, when she suddenly felt a man come up behind her. She gasped in surprise when she heard his voice.

"Anna, if I'm not mistaken. What a pleasure to meet my newest employee," said Isaiah, his mouth twisted in an evil smile.

Valerie's stomach twisted into knots. She had wanted to avoid him at all costs, but somehow he had discovered her. She tried her best to stay calm, even though her entire body was shaking with nerves.

"Um, h-hi Mr. Dawson. How may I be of service?" she stammered in reply.

"I have some ideas," he replied slyly. To Valerie's shock, he reached out from behind and began to fondle her boobs. "Please, call me Isaiah," he continued, while his hands massaged her breasts over the thin fabric of her corset.

Valerie bit her lip, struggling to decide the best course of action. She was in his father's house, with a lot of security, with a contract that allowed him to do whatever he wanted to her. She didn't have a lot of options on how to escape the situation.

"Please," she whispered. "I have a lot of cleaning-"

Her words were interrupted as Isaiah's hands slipped underneath the corset, and his fingers began playing with her erect nipples. She had to bite her tongue in order to not let out a moan.

"We both know that I could fuck you right now, and there's nothing you can do about it," Isaiah whispered in her ear, making Valerie shiver. "Come to my bed and we can do it in private. Unless you want a public spectacle."

This is bad, thought Valerie. Isaiah had her right where he wanted her. She needed to find a way to escape his grasp, and fast. She was losing control over her body, and she knew that soon enough she would be begging him to fuck her. Her entire mission was in jeopardy. She closed her eyes, wishing for any kind of help.

Miraculously, her prayers were answered. "Mr. Isaiah?", a woman's voice interrupted them. Isaiah turned around to the source - it was Mariana, her cheeks red, with a dossier in hand. The only things she was wearing were her glasses, stockings and heels, but she seemed to be trying her best to work normally under the circumstances.

"What-" he began to ask, turning towards Mariana's direction. Crucially, however, he instinctively loosened his grip on Valerie's chest, which gave her the opportunity she was looking for. Putting caution to the wind, she shook herself free from his grasp and ran.

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