Molly, the sweet girl

You tell Mr. Milton your choice and he greets it with a big grin. "Good choice, my man." He says.

So he sends for Molly.

Moments later arrives, and greets both of you with a big smile that lights up the room. What a pure and beautiful person, you think. She has no idea what's about to happen to her.

"Have a seat, please." Mr. Milton invites her and she does. "We were just having an interesting conversation about how everyone has their price. Do you agree with that?" He asks.

She seems uncertain and brushes a strand of red hair from her face. "I suppose."

"And I said 'Even someone like Molly in the copy room who is probably the sweetest, gentlest person in the building has her price.' and I got to wondering, if that's true."

Molly is silent. Her smile starts to fade.

"If I were to ask you to strip..." Mr. Milton says.

"Strip?" Molly seems to not believe what's happening. "What do you mean?"

"Naked. If I were to ask you to strip naked for a thousand dollars..." Somehow he can say these things and still seem charismatic.

Molly drops her head shyly and whispers. "No. I'm sorry."

"Five thousand" He suggests. No response. "Ten." Nothing. "Fifty."

"Fifty thousand? Just to strip?" Molly raises her head back up. She's deep in thought. Mr. Milton knows to let her think about it as long a she needs. And you both know she's made her decision when she stands and takes a deep breath.

She's wearing a skirt down to her knees and a colorful blouse. But not for long. She pulls the blouse up over her head revealing a plain pink bra and she pulls down the skirt revealing her white panties. After a few more moments she takes another deep breath, her lovely b-cup breasts heave in and out, and then are exposed to you. Big round nipples. Then she pulls her panties down off her pale thighs. A trim but plentiful red bush.

Mr. Milton takes out his wallet and starts producing $100 dollar bills and laying them on the desk in front of him. Again and again and again. After the last one he looks up at Molly. She's getting comfortable being naked in front of you two. Her nipples are hard, her skin, goosepimpled. Though that may be because it's cold in Mr. Milton's office.

"Now for fifty thousand more..." Mr. Milton is tenacious. "Would you say, 'I am a huge, filthy, slut'?" You can't believe he's gone there, with adorable Molly standing so very **** before him. But watching the whole thing go down gives you a massive hard on. Molly doesn't respond. So Mr. Miton eggs her on. "Six words for fifty thousand dollars. But say it to him." He gestures toward you.

Molly turns around to face you. You two have a pleasant little conversation every time you enter the copy room. Her bright smile always makes your day better and your cheesy jokes always make her laugh. Suddenly this is your new relationship.

Molly swallows. It makes no sense hearing her innocent voice say this. "I am a huge, filthy, slut." She says. And she says it with soft confidence.

Mr. Milton appears behind her, his hands on her freckled shoulders. "Now how much to mean it?" He asks, like a devil on her shoulder.