Chapter 94
by 
Abdulalahazred
What's next?
Mix Mr Smith his highball
Mixing drinks isn't your specialty, but there's a helpful recipe sheet taped to the wall over the sideboard, so you just follow the instructions.
You feel Mr. Smith's greedy eyes on you. You've got butterflies in your stomach by now. You're a naked secretary, obediently mixing drinks for her boss. You doubt you're going to get through the next ten minutes without this guy's cock in your mouth, and the inevitability of that is making you nervous, jittery and excited.
You take your time with the drink, trying to pull yourself together. Remember. You're here to find John's body.
“I don't have all day, you silly cunt,” Mr. Smith says curtly. “Stop stalling and give me my drink.”