Take off the outfit.

"I'm not going to ask you again. Take it off or you're fired."

Elizabeth needed this job. There was no way anyone would hire her for only a month before she went off to college. Swallowing her pride, Elizabeth decided that she had no other choice. She reached for the button that was hidden in the waistline and unclasped the fastener. Her blouse came undone and unraveled around her. She nervously gripped the fabric and guided it over her body. It fell off her shoulders, revealing the lacy white bra she wore beneath. The tops of her breasts paled in comparison to her tan body.

Paul said nothing. He just watched as the young girl undressed a few feet away.

Elizabeth pulled the skirt down her hips and stepped over the pile of green material that crumpled at her ankles. She seemed really tall in the heels, but felt some relief when she slipped them off her feet. Not that any type of physical relief would help her mentally grasp everything that was going on in the tiny office.

Paul looked on, his head scanning Elizabeth's fit body. She could feel his eyes burning holes in her breasts. His gaze occasionally wandered lower, but his main focus was on the flesh of her chest.

"You're a good looking girl. It's no surprise you do the kinds of things you do."

Elizabeth didn't answer. She shivered from the chill in the room. She could not believe he had watched her suck off that stranger.

"Are you ready to admit you're a slut?" Paul asked with a grin. It was the first sign of emotion he had shown in the last five minutes.

"I am not a slut," she said, crossing her arms to hide her breasts. The chill was making her nipples pert.

"Is that so? Then why don't I send this tape to your parents and they can be the judge of that."

"No," she quivered. "They'll kill me."

"Then admit you're a filthy slut," he said.

Elizabeth turned her head away from Paul. She felt tears swelling in her eyes, but she knew that crying would get her nowhere.

"I'm waiting," he said. "Don't you have a boyfriend or something? Maybe he would want to see this? Hell...I could put it on the internet."

"Alright...I'm a slut. Are you happy?" she said. Elizabeth continued to stand with her arms crossed. Her whole body was cold and she was shaking.

"That's not good enough. Why don't you show me what a good slut you are? Get on your knees."

"Why do you want me on my knees?" she asked.

Paul stood up and began undoing his belt. She turned away again, not wanting to see what he was doing.

"Please don't make me do this," she begged.

"Let me go ahead and make a phone call to your parents..."

Paul's pants dropped to the floor as he reached for the phone.

Elizabeth dropped to her knees. She felt the cold concrete underneath her. She looked at Paul, her face wet from fear and humiliation.

"Let's hear it again, now that you're in your favorite position?"

"I'm a slut..." she whimpered.

"I don't think that's good enough."

"I'm sorry...what more do you want?"

"Show me," he said. He yanked his boxers below his knees and stepped closer to Elizabeth. His cocks was already hard.

Elizabeth's hand was trembling as she reached for his member. She took the shaft into her manicured hand and began to stroke his member.

"That's a good slut!" said Paul as he leaned back, closing his eyes.

She slid her hand from the base, all the way up to the edge of his swollen head. The bulbous tip pulsed with each forward stroke and Elizabeth couldn't help but watch as the skin around the tiny opening expanded and contracted with the motion of her fist.

"After watching you suck that hombre dry, I think you need a little more practice. Put mine in your suck hole and let's see how you do."

Elizabeth took a deep breath and ignored the nerves in her body that were shooting off at all cylinders. She wanted to get this over with, so she could go home. When she thought of home, it reminded her that she still had a date with Sam tonight. What would he think if he saw her now?

She put all those thoughts in the back of her mind and inched forward with her mouth open wide. She closed her eyes and leaned in, taking in half of her bosses' throbbing member. It smelled of sweat and it left a salty aftertaste on her tongue.

As she engulfed his cock, Elizabeth refrained from making any noise. She just bobbed her head back and forth, never taking in more than half of his shaft. The few times she opened her eyes, all she could see was the thicket of red pubic hair at the base of Paul's shaft. There wasn't much else to look at, so she kept her eyes shut tight. Paul didn't seem to care that she was acting mechanical. At one point she could feel his hands guiding the back of her head, but he never **** his cock further than she would allow.

After what seemed like an hour, Paul yanked his cock from her mouth.

He let out an extremely loud moan that Elizabeth knew the customers must have heard. Cum spewed from the head of his cock and landed all over her face. She immediately backed away and stood up. Paul finished what was left on the concrete floor of his office. Elizabeth made an attempt to wipe her face with the back of her hand, but it was no use. The gobs of cum oozed down her chin and along the edge of her lips.

When Paul was done, he looked at Elizabeth and wore an exaggerated smile.

"I can't decide if you spit or swallow?" he asked. Elizabeth didn't answer. Paul opened his desk drawer and pulled out several tissues. He handed them to the nervous girl and she wiped her face clean. She didn't know if she got all of it off. She would need a mirror to make sure.

"We'll see how well you improve in the coming weeks. Try to get some practice in over the weekend. You can have the rest of the day off."

This was all so wrong and she could think of nothing to say.

"I need to get back to the store and check on Ashley at the counter. See you next week."

With those words, Paul fastened his pants and walked out the door.

Elizabeth stood in the silence for a moment, unsure of what to do next. She felt used. Holding back tears, she looked for her clothes scattered around Paul's office..........they were no where to be found. Had Paul taken them? That bastard! Her other outfit was in the dressing room. She was going to have to walk across the store in her underwear.

Elizabeth dug through Paul's desk and cabinets, but there was nothing she could use to cover up with. Elizabeth peered out the door and looked down the employee hallway. She didn't see anyone coming, so she decided to make a break for it.

She ran quickly to the end of the corridor, waiting patiently at the entrance to the store. She looked across the sales floor and noticed only two or three customers shopping their hard earned money away. At least Elizabeth still had a hint of luck.

Elizabeth had run track the last two years, so she knew how fast she could go. Taking a deep breath, she sprinted past the cash register, around the clearance rack, through the shoes and accessories and safely into the dressing room hallway. She let out a sigh of relief. She honestly believed that no one saw her mad dash.

Gripping the handle of the dressing room, she cursed when she discovered it was locked. Her luck had already run out.

Running across the store in her bra and panties was embarrassing enough, but now she was just standing there. How long would this person take?

It wasn't long, but Elizabeth was startled when the door opened to reveal an older man with a pair of jeans looped around his arms. He took a long look at Elizabeth and whistled.

SWhe ignored his advances and launched herself into the dressing room. She retrieved her clothing from under the bench and dressed herself.