"Be nice to me..."

"Be nice to me, or I will hit the send button, and you'll lose your nice, cushy job, and you'll go to jail," came Randy's reply. His finger was poised over the return button on the keyboard, getting dangerously close to the key.

"All right! I'm sorry! Maybe I started this off the wrong way," Katie panicked. "What is it you would like me to do?" she asked as she sank down to her knees before him. She looked up at him, repulse by his pimples and coke bottle glasses. She swallowed hard, and tried not to think about it. Then her hands moved to his belt, and undid his pants. "Calm down," she thought to herself. "This isn't as bad as fucking him." She unzipped him and pulled his half erect cock out of his boxers. He was uncircumcised, and smelled horrible. She pushed the foreskin back and kissed the head as the pungent smell of the sweaty genitals invaded her senses.

Randy grabbed hold of her hair, and jerked her head backwards, causing her to wince in pain. "That's nice and all," he said, "but not exactly what I had in mind. At least not yet." He pulled her up by her hair, standing her upright. "Take off your clothes. All of them."

"Randy, please don't make me do this!" she pleaded. "I'll do anything else you want, but don't make me take off my clothes." She started sobbing. Tears streamed down her cheeks.

"I want to see you naked. Now get those clothes off, or I will hit send." His voice was much sterner, and more commanding. He knew he had Katie right where he wanted her.

Katie knew she could do nothing but comply. "Maybe that's all he wants is to see me naked," she thought to herself. "God, I hope so." She kicked off her boots, then removed her jacket and laid it on top of the boots. She hesitated before she pulled her tee shirt out of her jeans and pulled it off over her head. She tossed that on top of her jacket. She unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans, and shimmied out of them, laying them on top of the shirt. All she had left to go were her socks and underwear. She wore a white lace set with red hearts on the cups, and on the front of the panties. The bra came next as she unhooked it and slid it over her shoulders. Last came her panties as she hooked her thumbs into the sides, and pushed them down. She lightly stepped out of them, and quickly tried to cover herself with her arms and hands.

"Now, now, now!" chided Randy. "There will be no covering up. Get those arms at your sides, and let me see the goods." She dropped her arms and hands, exposing her luscious breasts topped with big pink aureola and thick, succulent nipples that had begun to stiffen in the cool office air. Between her legs was a thin stripe of neatly trimmed red pubic hair that pointed down like an arrow at her pouting, soft labia. Her hips were nice and curvy, and a bit wider than most as they tapered down to her shapely legs.

"Turn around slowly. I want to get a good look at all of you," Randy commanded.

Katie looked down at the floor in shame as she slowly turned around, revealing all of her naked glory to Randy's feasting eyes. When her ass faced him, he told her to stop. He looked at it appraisingly, admiring how perfectly heart shaped it was. Then he pulled out his phone and snapped a few photos. "Okay, you can face me again." She turned around to face her tormentor, only to find more humiliation as he took pictures of her front.

"Are we done here now?" she asked.

"Done?" mocked Randy. "We haven't even begun!"