Call Amanda

You consider options for a moment, then make a decision. You go to your desk and make a call.

"Mr. Cooper's office, how may I help you?" Amanda's voice answers.

"This is Mr. Chandler Amanda."

"Oh yes sir!" she says happily, then lets her voice drop to a sultry whisper. "I was hoping to hear from you. I heard Meghan called in sick and I was hoping you'd ask me to fill in. And for you to fill me, sir," she ends with a low salacious chuckle.

"You're a horny little slut, aren't you Amanda?"

She gives a low throaty chuckle. "It's been two days since you fucked me Sir," she whispers. "A slut has needs."

"Put me through to your boss. I'm going to tell him I need you for a while to work on some stuff that my temp can't handle. Be in my office in five minutes. The door will be shut, but just come in."

"I'm already wet, Sir. I won't be late," she whispers as she puts the call through. You easily clear borrowing Amanda with her boss. An eager to please young man, he readily agrees to your suggestion, telling you to keep her as long as you like.

Promptly five minutes after you spoke to her Amanda opens your door and steps in, leaning against it and unbuttoning her blouse, as she stares at you with sultry, wanton eagerness. You smile and nod in the direction of the ravished body of Lisa, still sprawled across the table. Noticing her for the first time Amanda gives a little gasp of shock, putting her hand to her mouth and looking at you.

"Who is that? Is she ok?"

"She's the thieving slut who tried to steal from me."

"What happened to her?" Amanda can't take her eyes off the come stained body of the other woman.

"She learned a lesson about stealing. From eight guys."

"Eight...Eight? Eight of you fucked her?" she whispers, her voice a blend of horror and curiosity. "Is she alright?"

"Tired and sore, but otherwise ok. Here's twenty bucks. I need you to go to that discount clothing place a few blocks away and buy her something to wear. A t-shirt and shorts or sweats would be fine. Don't bother with bra or panties."

"Where are her clothes?"

"They're those torn rags on the floor. Not much good to her anymore. Now get going."

She hesitates, looking from you to Lisa who appears oblivious to her surroundings. Amanda's blouse is still unbuttoned and one hand softly strokes her breast as she stares at the devastated temp, uncertain.

"Amanda come here!" you bark at her, shaking her out of her reverie. She comes to the side of your desk, staring at you as you stand up and face her, only inches apart. "You're an ambitious little slut as well as a horny one Amanda," you tell her, holding the back of her neck and drawing her closer, then thrusting one hand under her skirt, probing roughly into her pussy. As she told you, she is already wet, and she moans and writhes at your invading, insistent touch. You let her gasp and wriggle for a moment, filling her with your fingers before releasing her and holding out the twenty dollar bill. "Now do what you're told."