A deposit is required before withdrawal

Thirty-two year old Sandra Noce looked at the well-dressed head of tellers with just a little bit of contempt as he stood before her. She didn't realize the young professional didn't have a clue as to what was on the card in the envelope. She just saw him as another obstacle keeping her from getting the money she needed to at least temporarily appease her blackmailer.

"Okay, Andy!" the raven-haired temptress husked, startling the lanky bank employee when she grabbed at the middle of his neck tie and pulled his head towards her. "Let's get to it!"

"Miss Noce!" Andy squeaked, losing balance as she pushed towards him as well. "What's going on?" he asked as fell back against the interior wall of the bank vault. Sandra's lips silenced his as she crushed hers against his open mouth, her free manicured hand moving up to ruffle his short-cropped, dyed blond hair.

"I'm sure you've read the card. It seems I have to get a deposit to acquire my withdrawal!" Sandra snapped back at him cooly, after she broke her torrid liplock. The beautiful JWI accounting department worker dropped unceremoniously to her bare knees on the thin industrial carpet before him. She knew time was of the essence. Sandra had less than a half hour to deliver the money and keep her criminal activities, as well as her masturbation session, from being public knowledge.

Poor Andy Taylor looked flabbergasted when Sandra looked up at him from beneath arched eyebrows, her ice-blue pupils searing into him as she undid his tailored dress slacks.

"Honest! I didn't read it, Miss Noce! It had been delivered by messenger just before you must have got here!" His head shook back and forth as he bleated out what had happened.

Sandra looked at the flushed face of the young man nearly ten years her junior. She reached over and picked the envelope from the floor where she had dropped it. Handing it to him, she allowed his slacks to puddle at his feet, leaving him standing in his dress shirt and silk boxer shorts.

The blackmailed brunette watched his baby-blue eyes go wide as he read what was on the card as she began to massage his ass and privates through the boxers' silk.

'HAVE CUM SPLATTERED ON YOUR FACE AND TITS AND SMEAR IT IN AFTERWARDS - - DO NOT WASH IT OFF UNTIL YOU RETURN TO YOUR OFFICE!!'

Reminded of the card's words, Sandra undid the simple Housekeeping smock and shrugged out of the constricting polyester. Her nipples soared high as the cool vault air touched them, the aureoles erupting with gooseflesh. She looked up at his still shocked face, her titties jutting out proudly.

Sandra Noce reached forward and unceremoniously yanked Andy's boxers down by the elastic waistband. She looked at the good-sized, but flaccid, prick before her. The young executive looked back up at Andy again, surprised she didn't find a raging hardon.

"Miss Noce, I'm sorry. We can't do this," Andy stammered, feeling the lovely brunette's hand caress his dangling balls.

"Oh, don't worry about this little problem!" Sandra cooed with her best flirty smile. "I'll take care of that! This your first time, hon?" she asked, using her other hand to stroke his limp tube of flesh.

"No, it's not that," Andy stated with a pained look. "It's just that..I'm ..gay."

It was now the JWI employee who had a pained look. She couldn't believe what she had gone through to get her blackmailer their money. And now this....wasn't going to stop her.

She looked up at him determinedly, still kneeling before him, now completely naked but for her black high heels.

"Listen, junior," she said callously. "Nothing is going to keep me from leaving here with my ten grand and your cum on my body. So, I don't care what you do..pretend I'm your boyfriend. I need this limp dick hard!"

Sandra didn't care who was looking when she went down on the soft, boyish prick in front of the open door of the bank's vault. She worked her tongue all over the bank employee's cock and balls, slathering them with her spit.

Grasping his cock in her hand, Sandra looked up at Andy. His head was thrown back, and his eyes were closed. 'Sweet dreams, handsome!' she thought as she put her thick ruby red lips around his thickening tool and suctioned down the tube of flesh.

Moments later, the fellating bank customer could tell it was time to make a withdrawal. She snickered a little at the little whimpering noises coming from the six foot tall blond as he readied to cum despite his sexual preference.

One well-placed finger worked up against the handsome blond's prostate was now all it took for Sandra Noce to get the creamy spray of jizz she had been looking for.

Back and forth, she swung her face before Andy's geysering cock, getting a taste as she stuck her tongue out like she was catching snowflakes. What didn't hit her pretty features rained down on her proud titglobes, the gooey globules oozing down the slippery slopes.

Of course, Andy had no interest in her pornographic display, and professionally began to gather her requested monies from the drawers inside the vault and neatly filling her briefcase with the previously pilfered funds. Of course, this was after he had neatly redressed himself, wiping his betraying cock on a handkerchief.

Sandra, meanwhile, was absorbed in rubbing the slippery slime into her well-hewn body, giving her tanned skin a greasy sheen. As she watched Andy fill her briefcase with banded greenbacks, she couldn't help but feel she had won, in some small way.

It wasn't until she stood up to slip back into the smock/minidress that she realized she had been played since she got the memo about the money.