Her job, appearently.

Things were moving too fast for Joyce. All this information hitting her like a tone of bricks at lightspeed. Her mind seemed to lock up and switch to autopilot as her legs pulled strength from somewhere to move her into the once hidden room.

Am I really about to do this? Why am I not just demanding to be let out? I could quit right now. Get another job easy. Even as this thought crossed her mind, her hands had somehow already made short work of her blouse and skirt. Nerves wracked her body; her hands shaking so much it was a struggle not to drop her clothes as she folded them and placed them on the bed.

Then it happened, slender arms wrapping around her and soft flesh pressing into Joyce's back. "It's ok. I know you're nervous. I was too when I first started. Don't worry, I'm gonna be here to help you every step of the way."

Jennifer seemed to have no shame as her hands were already exploring Joyce's body, teasing shocked moans past her quivering lips. The rush of ecstasy mixed with confused emotions, left Joyce unable to process her thoughts. Sparks of conscious wanted to object but every caress of her breasts, every brush against her inner thigh, every glancing touch of her clit, strengthened the desire to submit.

There was a brief moment where is seemed Jennifer was going to invade her depths and send her over the edge but instead, Joyce was brought back to reality with sharp thwack! Jennifer let out a giggle as her palm made contact with Joyce's butt.

"There you go. All nice and wet for the meeting. Don't forget the pillow."

Joyce was left standing there, dumbfounded and wanting. Stuck between protest and demanding Jennifer come back and finish the job.

Getting onto the table was not her most graceful effort, as her freshly aroused cooch dripped over the dark wood. The pillow didn't really stop the discomfort but then again it was better than feeling barebones pressing into hardwood. Then suddenly *CLICK!* Joyce looked back over her shoulder and saw what she had feard. Her hands were now in metal cuffs. She was too far gone to resist. Her lust making her putty in Jennifer's hands. Ms Henley took advantage of this addled compliance as the next thing to shock Joyce was ring gag that suddenly appeared in her mouth. A lewd moan all Joyce might muster.

"There. You are all set for the meeting. " said Jennifer, almost bouncing with joy, obviously pleased at her handy work.

The wait for the meeting to start was not long. A loud, heavy knock rattled against the wood of the door. Joyce froze instantly as her heart suddenly lodged itself into her throat. People were where outside the office waiting to be let in. People she had never met and would probably have to work alongside were about to enter and see her naked and bound. That what she had knowing agreed to, but even in her haze it didn't seem real. To be on display, exposed to strangers, and actually getting off at the thought of it. The false wall to the hidden room was still open; she could make a run for it and hide, but why would she? The moment Joyce had felt Jennifer's touch, something had awakened inside her. Something dark and erotic. It frightened her but she want to explore it. Her new boss wouldn't let any bad happen, right?

The sudden sound of the door unlocking snapped Joyce back to the present. It was now too late. The only barrier left to protect her was open and a steady stream of men in suits poured in.

"Come and be seated please." Commanded in a playful tone, unfazed by her own state of undress. Her eyes drifting to Joyce with mischief and longing. Again; her presence, aura, deminer, something that Joyce couldn't put her finger on was just so compelling. Jennifer Henley had what felt like an unnatural attraction and joyce was firmlycaughtin her lust-filled web.

The sound of feet walking all around her caused a flutter in her chest. This was it, It was actually happening and there was nothing Joyce could do to stop it, not that she was even sure she want it to stop. She could feel the gaze from each set of eyes as they burned away what little dignity her mind tried to hold onto. The black and grey of suits began emphasisedher own exposure. Then two men on her left and a woman on her right came into view as people started to take the seats past where she knelt. They seemed to share Jennifer's perverse gaze.

"Well well, a new girl? Nice." Said a familiar voice that made Joyce sick to her stomach.

"There will be time enough for that later Mr Barrett. Please take your seat." Said Henley in a more stern tone. How was she not embarrassed to be standing naked infront of pervert like Jack Barrett? Lucky for Joyce, she was facing away from where Jack was sitting. So for now he had no idea that she was the "new girl" as he had put it.

This going from sexual fantasy to mortifying nightmare. Naked, bound and gagged in the middle of a room, in front of the worst person imaginable.

"Ms Henley, would you kindly read the minutes of the previous meeting, and then we shall move on to the business of introducing Miss Holland." The new voice was of an older man, not one Joyce recognised.

"Very well sir. I have the minutes here. Our last meeting was on August the..."

"Oh for love of... Can we just get on to the good stuff already? We all know what was said at the last meeting."

"Mr Barrett, please be patient. You will be seen to in due time."

Joyce fought to keep down the bile from the thought of "seeing" to Jack's needs. God please let be some kind of cruel joke.

"Please proceed, Ms Henley, unless there are to be any more interruptions?" The older voice was still calm and soft spoken, but there was now and edge to it. A darkness the seemed to loom over the room. Maybe Jack was in the shit after all.