Repayment plan

Mr. Chandler gives your ass a last smack as he pulls out of your pussy. You lay flat on his desk, still quivering and panting, feeling his come dribbling down your thighs. You feel like a complete slut, fucked on an office desk, and you shudder with the knowledge that you loved it.

"Get yourself cleaned up, then come back here," he orders you as he tucks his cock back into his pants. "We're going to discuss how you'll repay the loan."

You stand up, biting your lip as your straighten your clothes. "Yes sir. But doesn't that count towards repayment sir?"

He smirks at you and eyes you up and down speculatively. "You really are a whore, aren't you Lisa?" he sneers. "You think a fuck on top of my desk is worth two hundred bucks? First of all, it was punishment for being an irresponsible trollop, and in the second place it wasn't worth anywhere close to that. There are ten secretaries in the office who would jump at the chance you just had. Now go get cleaned up, fix your makeup, and get back here."

What little defiance you had left melts away at his words, and fighting back the tears you scamper out of the office, grabbing your purse as you head to the washroom, your mind whirling with what more he might have in mind for you. And most of your mind wanting very much to discover what it might be.