Spank her

Vicki minced in wearing ridiculously high heeled boots, carrying a thick sheaf of paper. "There you are Sir". She leaned over at such a delightful angle to put the paper on my desk that I had to slap her leather skirted ass. "Ow!" she squealed, then after a moment. "thank you Sir".

"Thank you Vicki. That will be all just now".

"Sexist bastard!" gasped Arielle Fortnam, watching the secretary depart with an exaggerated wiggle to her own room once more.

"Thank you Arielle". I looked at Arielle who was about to launch into an indignant rant, despite having just swallowed my cum. "Oh, ok, I get it, you're jealous at me spanking Vicki!"

"What the"? she spluttered.

"Right, ok, Please bend over the desk so I can spank you too!"

"What? but..." she started, but put her hands on the edge of the large oak desk and jutted her ass out.

"Whack! Whack! Whack!" I gave her three full strength slaps on each buttock, to which she squealed "Ow!" after each one and stumbled forwards.

Afterwards, she stepped back, holding her tender ass.

"There, feel better,"

"No, but.. I," she looked confused.

"Never mind." I said. "Look. This is gold-dust here". I tapped the sheaf of papers. After a quick glance through the pile, I selected one and pushed it across to her.

From: [email protected]

To:[email protected]

Subject: Blackmail

Hi, My name's Olive Ferguson. I live in Westhills. My mobile number is 07985789452303.

My husband and I run a crystal meth production lab in our kitchen. We sell to a guy called Tormaid who supplies most of the local schools. My husband killed one of his rivals, someone from the Latino gangs, and pushed his body into the canal.

I'm a big fan of your show Coleen. I hope you like my selfie

Thanks

Olive

Underneath the signature was a picture of a naked overweight middle aged woman with blonde bangs sitting with her legs open, smiling at the camera.

"Fuck me!" whispered Arielle.

"I intend to," I said, "but we should go get the story first".

"Yes, but..., we need to get the police involved". She said, torn between career, and her safety.

"but that would ruin your story. We should go down together, confront them, get it on film, get a statement, then call the cops." I objected.

"Thats insane, we could be killed", she said rationally.

"We'll be fine," I insisted. "I'll film it on my cellphone. just the two of us. You drive and I can play with your titties on the way to their place."

"Are you insane?"

"Please just do what I said", then added, "and please dont mind wherever I grope you".

"Ok. Sounds like a good plan", she said. "Let's go!"

I escorted her through the studio to the carpark with a hand on her ass. "Yeah, let's go!"