Gwen's opportunity to entertain clients

It was now nearing the end of the day, and Gwen Stevens hadn't seen or spoken to her boss since she last left his office over an hour ago, although he made a few phone calls as she could see from her phone that his extension was periodically in use, and could sometimes hear a few words here and there. What most concerned her was having overheard Rodney talking to what sounded like a friend and saying something about why he hadn't fired that dumb redhead yet.

Losing this job was something that Gwen absolutely could not afford to do, at least until her father's gambling debts had been paid off. This time last year, Gwen was excelling at college and looking forward to a professional career of some kind, until one night she was walking home from class alone when a couple of scary looking thugs cornered her. At first she thought it was a random mugging, but as she handed over her purse, the two black men told her that they wanted a thousand dollars in twenty-four hours "as interest", and that if they didn't get it they'd take it "out of her".

"Yeah, we gonna stuff that pretty coed body full of black cum, and make sure Sam sees it happen," one told her. "Make sure you tell your daddy." Gwen was on the verge of tears, so shocked and horrified that all she could do was nod. The gangbang didn't end up happening, but it required Gwen to do some things that she wasn't very proud of to buy her father time to pay his debts. When she told her father what happened, he said that "those filthy negroes" had threatened to gang-**** his daughter and make him watch, then **** her into white slavery, but he didn't believe them. The irony that her racist father had put Gwen into this position wasn't addressed.

Gwen's college education was prematurely over, and Sam pulled all the strings he could at work to get his daughter into a job opening in the clerical pool to bring in extra income for the gangsters. She lied to her then-boyfriend Brody, saying that she found school too hard and that being a secretary in a suburban office where her father worked as a janitor was in actual fact her "dream job". Somehow he seemed to accept it, maybe because she no longer threatened to outshine his own poor job prospects. Gwen certainly never told her now-fiance about the financial difficulties at home that **** her into the workforce, the sexual introduction she nearly had **** on her by ghetto thugs, or the ongoing threat hanging over her of being gangbanged if the payments didn't keep flowing.

And so along with her imminent wedding, Gwen's focus in life was to do her job well and keep her boss Rodney Dexler happy with her. Mr. Dexler had arrived from a different branch down south a few months ago, and instead of keeping her experienced and middle-aged predecessor, had promoted Gwen out of her entry-level position and to a desk outside the executive office within days of his arrival. Gwen was surprised but grateful for the opportunity and the pay raise that went along with it; she assumed it was due to what college education she had managed to obtain and the volunteer work performed while she had been in a sorority, overlooking her beautiful face and gorgeous body. What she did know was that on her current salary the Stevens would be able to pay off her father's gambling debts (plus the big penalties and interest) by the time she and Brody were ready for children, so that she could "retire" from work and graduate to motherhood.

And so Gwen came to attention when Mr. Dexler's office door eventually opened, eager to keep her stern boss happy. "Gwen, I need you to accompany me tonight," her boss informed her, hands on his hips. "Clear whatever plans you have, it's time to put your skills to use entertaining some very important clients."

This sounded like good news to Gwen, maybe a further promotion. "Oh, where and when do we meet? What should I wear?"

"The limousine is going to be here in ten minutes, we'll pick up your outfit on the way," he said, looking impatiently at his watch. "Grab your purse and let's go." He briefly retreated into his office to put a few things into his briefcase (chloroform, handcuffs, video camera, etc), laughing quietly to himself as he overheard the poor girl breaking some special date with her loser boyfriend. 'That white boy better get used to rejection,' Rodney thought to himself.

A few minutes later, Rodney was helping his sexy secretary into the back of a stretch limo in the parking lot of the office building. As his eyes roamed over her curves, Rodney could hardly resist holding her down by the throat and getting the evening's entertainment started by **** her now. He drifted out of his fantasy to hear the innocent girl waxing on about what an honor it has been to be working under him, and so instead he offered her some champagne chilling on the side.

"You're very beautiful," Rodney interjected, and she blushed from the compliment as she took a sip. "And you've got an unbelievable body there. Have you ever done any modelling?"

Gwen choked a bit at his directness but tried to take it in stride as she smiled sweetly. "Yes, I used to, but I don't think my fiance would approve of me doing that sort of thing." Rodney just smiled, pleased to hear her objection was what her jealous limp-dicked boyfriend had to say about the matter.

Just then they pulled into an alley and stopped at a loading door. "Go in there and change," Mr. Dexler ordered the skeptical redhead. "This is an important event, and I can't have you looking like you just showed up from some shitty office job."

Gwen was a little confused, but nodded and obediently climbed out of the back of the limo (giving her perverted boss a glimpse up her skirt as she did) and went into the back door of the building. If she wasn't supposed to work at "some shitty office job", Gwen wondered just what she was supposed to be doing with Mr. Dexler (who, in the meantime, was spiking her champagne with some powder from his briefcase of tricks)?

Inside, Gwen was greeted by a fat old ugly black man who instructed her to strip naked before he disappeared through a door. Gwen gulped, her hopes for a change room apparently dashed, as she unbuttoned her blouse, slid her skirt off her hips, and even removed her bra and panties. Soon the sexy redhead was standing next to a pile of her work clothes, completely naked as ordered, her small hands not up to the job of covering her large DD natural breasts hanging off her slight frame, so she covered her red-tufted pubic region as she could hear someone coming back into the room...