Maybe we should just check to see if the note still works

Ron hurried out of the apartment and into the sidewalk, his head bursting with the effort of defying Rick.

He still shook when he thought about it. It seemed so wrong to not do what Rick asked when he said please. He must have really meant it to say that... but no! Ron had worked it out and he was right damn it. Now all he had to do was find out if the note still worked. Ron kept it tucked tightly in his pocket until he managed to calm down a bit, and put enough distance between him and Rick. He didn't know what he might do if he was still within distance and heard Rick scream politely for help. Eventually though, he slowed down, out of breath and began to take stock just outside a small office with C. White (Certified Accountant) neatly labelled on the doorway buzzer. On a whim, he pushed the button.

"Can I help you?" a tinny female voice asked.

"Uh, yeah. I, uh, need a," he checked the sign, "certified accountant. Yeah".

"Do you have an appointment sir?"

"Uh, no..." this was harder than expected. Ron was about to give up when the buzzer sounded indicating that the door had been unlocked.

"Ok - doesn't matter - come on in".

Ron pulled the metal door which swung easily towards him and stepped into the small reception room. Any doubts he might have had about trying to use the note once more were quickly dispelled. "Can I help you sir? You really should have made an appointment." She looked Ron up and down and didn't seem impressed. Ron wondered if anything impressed this stunning ice-queen with short bobbed silver hair and copious tattoos. Her nose was pierced at the filtrum with a small ring.

"Uh. Eh, yes. I think so, I, um." mumbled Ron, intimidated. "Sorry - if you dont have any appointments, I can come back. uh. I mean".

"Oh for goodness sake", she said exasperatedly. She looked Ron over briskly and did not seem impressed. "The boss isnt in just now. I'm Christine. What is it you want? Need help with your tax return?" Ron noted a slight tone of sarcasm and was slightly annoyed, which in turn made him feel a little less nervous about showing the note even though he suspected it might no longer work. "Um, yeah, something like that. Its written here, would you mind taking a look?" Ron proferred the note to the office-girl and watched for her reaction.

She gasped. Was it shock, outrage, or...

"Oh no. How terrible for you! It must have been really bad. Would you like me to suck your cock now before we look at your tax return?" she enquired, her voice now full of concern for Ron.

Thank fuck! thought Ron. It still worked. He mentally breathed a sigh of relief before replying. He looked her over "Actually, about that... I think there are a few things you can do for me before I let you suck my cock" He suppressed a grin with difficulty and concentrated on putting his best sad face on. Ron felt with enough effort he could probably squeeze a tear out if he had to.

"Uhuh", replied the office girl, nodding without really listening and her eyes drifting down Ron's torso to gaze at his crotch.

Ron reached out and cupped her boobs through her top. The girl gasped and pulled away. "Playing with tits gets me in the mood for a blow-job, explained Ron as an excuse for his sudden uannounced groping of her impressive chest.

"Oh. Of course. Sorry. Do you want me to take my top off?", she said stepping forward once more to within fondling distance.

"No, thats ok", said Ron. "I can just slide my hand inside your shirt", and with that he did and found himself gently caressing her soft boob and thumbing her nipple.

Ron watched her lick her glossy pink lips while he squeezed her boobs and pictured his cock sliding slowly into her mouth, then gave himself a shake. There was work to be done here first he decided. "You've got lots of folks financial records havent you?Get me as much blackmailable information about your clients as you can please Christine".

"What,... but I can't", she said looking panicked.

Ron remained calm. "Look, do you want to suck my dick or not?"

"I..., yes, please. I, I do. I really want to suck your dick. I'll get it on the computer", she said and turned to face her laptop on her desk.

Ron let go of her boobs and watched her ass in her tight skirt as she bent over, working frantically with client files. "Great! While you're doing that", he said and placed his hands on her hips, "I'll fuck your ass, then you can finish me off with your mouth once you've emailed me all of the information"

"Ah. uh, ok", she said, and Ron could hear her keys clacking as she betrayed as many confidences as she could think of while he lifted her skirt and slowly pushed his cock past her sphincter. Ron leaned on her back, cock embedded tightly in her rectum and reached around to grab her boobs once more. He found he could read her screen over her shoulder.

Wow! he thought, and not just about the almost painfully tight grip her ass had on his cock, but the messages she was sending him. One client had barely paid taxes in years despite having a 6 figure turnover. Another employed illegal aliens without declaring them. All fascinating. However it meant Ron had to take sodomizing Christine extremely slowly in order to allow her to type at all and he was ready to fuck her hard! However, he held back until a few minutes later when the typing stopped.

Thank fuck! thought Ron for the second time since entering her office. "Is that everyone you have any blackmailable material on?" he said and began slamming his hips at her and fucking her ass with gusto.

"Uh! Uh! Um yeah!", said Christine, "well. Ow! OW! oh! uh! just the clients I guess", squealing involuntarily every time Ron's cock stabbed inside her.

Ron was now rhythmically pounding her ass. He reached round between her legs and started finger banging her pussy too. "Why? What else have you got?" he asked

"Ooow! I, um, I'm not qualified, but, oh fuck!!!, I uh got this job, uh! oh! because, um, I put on my CV that I like to give my bosses head. So now I have to suck his dick at lunchtimes. ooooo! I got a hidden camera and took pictures of us, cos he's got a wife and he's really churchy and preachy. I thought it might come in handy some day, like if he ever wanted to replace me. Oooo fuck!" she said and Ron slammed hard, penetrating deep into her intestines.

Ron felt like he could explode in her back passage, but he had promised her a mouthful of cum and Ron didn't want to disappoint her. However, he would have to be quick. "Ok. Christine send me the pictures of that too". He held back a little, allowing her the stability to work the laptop again for a few moments.

"Uh, yes, ok".

She clicked a few more times and when she hit the button, Ron said, "Right Christine, you can suck my dick now, and make sure you swallow everything!"

She quickly switched from bending over the desk to squatting in front of Ron and looked relieved to open her mouth and welcome his cock in. She sucked with enthusiasm and was soon rewarded with a cum explosion as Ron held onto the back of her head for balance. As per instructions, she carried on her attentions, sucking and licking all over his cock to make sure it was clean and she hadnt missed anything before surfacing, and looked almost as satisfied as Ron did.

Content that his note still held its power, Ron made his excuses and left in a hurry to check his email!