Meeting the Boss

Joe entered the abandoned warehouse and walked up to the man standing in the middle of it.

“Joe.” the Boss greeted him. “Now will you tell me why you wanted to meet me here in such a great secrecy?”

“Sure thing, boss.” Joe said then turned back to the entrance. “Come in!”

Boss looked surprised as a policewoman, in full-dress uniform with white gloves and wearing ankle-strapped high-heels, entered the warehouse and walked up to them.

“Joe. You better explain that now.” the boss hissed as he reached behind his back for his gun.

“Of course, but first.” Joe nodded at the woman.

Cecilia Wheeler unbuttoned her shirt halfway and freed her heavy breasts, leaving only her tie hanging between them. She then pulled up her skirt, showing off her lacy stockings and garter, took off her panties and dropped them on the ground. Next, she closed a collar around her neck and attached a chain leash to it. Finally, she closed her handcuffs behind her back and fell on her knees.

Boss looked at this bewildered, before turning to Joe.

“You better start explaining.”

“Ah, ah, ah!” Cecilia kept moaning as she was riding the Boss. She has been pleasuring him for last half an hour while Joe informed the man of the situation.

The Boss barely registered the kneeling woman, between whose legs he was lying, or her pussy slapping his hips as she impaled herself on his dick again and again. What occupied his mind was the situation Joe informed him about. As he contemplated the situation, his hand instinctively travelled to the ****'s jumping tit and started groping it.

“Ah! Oh! Fuck!” the woman continued screaming with pleasure.

After ten minutes he blinked a few times as his eyes regained focus. When his eye fell on Cecilia, he raised a hand and slapped her tit.

“Ahm!”

“Move, faster whore.”

“Mhm! Yes, sir! Oh!” She replied as she increased her efforts to please the man.

“The way you want to deal with Jeni, I agree with it. I will make the preparations.” He raised his hand again.

SLAP!

“Aw! Fuck!”

“What about this sow?” The Boss asked.

Joe took out a paper.

“She gave me a list of criminal bosses whom she crossed. We could invite them on an auction with her as the main prize.”

The boss took the note.

“**** lords, Gang leaders, Mafia, Triad... that's some dangerous and cruel people.” the Boss comments. He looks at the policewoman and squeezes her breast, making her moan again

“I imagine that they will buy her just to punish her for transgressions and make an example of her. Her body would be constantly used, her every orifice would be fucked roughly by tens of dozens of men, she would be **** to perform most degrading and humiliating acts to the amusement of her masters...”

“uhh!” The policewoman moaned as her pussy contracted the man's dick, as she started climaxing.

SLAP!

The boss slapped the woman's breast, then grabbed it and squeezed it hard.

“Keep moving bitch,” he said.

“Uhh!” She groaned through her clenched teeth and resumed her movements - which was not easy for her as she was still shaking from orgasm.

SLAP!

“Ah!” policewoman moaned hotly as another slap landed on her sensitive breast, encouraging her to quickened her pace.

Boss turned back to Joe

“In the unlikely event that she survives, long enough for her owners to get bored with her – after the weeks of constant usage, probably - she would either end up on garbage dump with a bullet in her head or in the long-term ward of the psychiatric hospital.”

“Uhm! please... Oah!” Cecilia groaned as she was trying to protest weakly. Though, considering how eagerly she kept moving her hips and how sultry she kept moaning, it was hard to take these pleadings seriously.

Joe merely shrugged. He grabbed the policewoman by the hair and pulled her head back and looked into her eyes.

“That's what you signed up for when you gave me those names, slut... and don't pretend now that you didn't know what would happen if one of the crime lords got their hand on you.” He grabbed her nipple and squeezed it hard, making the woman moan.

Joe then turned to the boss.

“Should she be eager enough she might even have a chance to convince her master to keep her.” The boss snored at that. An unlikely situation and all present knew it - including the woman who they talked about.

“What really matters to us, is that this was we will make the most money of her by selling her to one of these people. What the owners will do with their **** is not our problem. If the sentiments were more important to us than money, we wouldn't be in this business.” Joe finished as he let go of ****'s hair.

“Hahahaha.” The Boss laughed. “Good, answer! Very good!”

“Boss?”

“I was testing you Joe – and you passed with flying colours.” The boss answered smiling wildly. “You see, the common mistake of new people in this business is getting attached to merchandise-”

SLAP!

“Ah!” the merchandise groaned as the boss slapped her breast again.

“-and it's bad for business. We are **** traders, not **** owners. We merely provide the product to clients. Many new ones forget that simple fact. But not you - I'm proud of you...” he said seriously “I approve of your plans for both bitches.”

“Thank you, boss.”