Order her to strip

A more decent man might show some compassion for his poor secretary after her valiant effort, but the boss in the Harlequin was used to having his way, and I am more than happy to push Alison.

“Clean yourself up.” My tone is firm but not unkind, and Alison climbs shakily to her feet and hurries to the bathroom. With Alison cleaning up, I spend the next few minutes checking out the dirty movie options on the Hotel TV. I wasn't even sure that a place like this would have porn available but I guess even the most discriminating of clientele like to watch smut like the rest of us.

“Mr. Patterson, Sir?” Alison is once again fully dressed in her blouse and skirt. “I want to go home, if that's alright.” Clearly Alison is still playing the role of the innocent secretary, because she knows that her night is just beginning.

“No, Miss Miller.” I hit the play button on the remote and the room is filled with the sounds of sloppy sex. On the screen of the TV previews of my selected movie start and Alison's eyes widen in genuine surprise when she sees the threesome on the great bed banging away. “Take off your clothes, Miss Miller.” I tell her as I stretch back on the comfortable armchair and divide my attention between the cheerleader getting railed by two huge football players and Miss Miller's flustered appeals for mercy.

“But Sir, I did what you asked. I used my mouth ... I even ... Mr. Patterson please, you can't!”

“Miss Miller. You begged me for a chance to prove yourself and I agreed. It is not my fault that your performance has left me unsatisfied.” As if to prove my point I stroked the rigid pole that I had fished out of my underwear.

“But I'm a virgin.” Even as she protests I see her hands hesitate at the third button of her white blouse. “No man has ever seen me naked!”

“I'm starting to lose my patience, young lady.” I use the 'teacher voice' from my old classroom days and Alison continues to remove first her blouse and then slowly her white bra. I still don't get a chance to see her tits, because she turns away from me hiding her torso with her arms. This teasing didn't bother me in the least, in fact her shy ingénue act only added to the moment.

“Everything, Sir?” Her hands hesitate on the zipper of the pencil skirt, she knows as well as I do that her panties are still bunched up in my trouser pocket.

“Loose the skirt, Miss Miller but keep the stockings, I like the way your legs look encased in silk.” When she sees my cold stare she blinks away some tears and slowly steps out of the black skirt. Perhaps sensing my discomfort with her crying, Alison breaks out of character long enough to wiggle her perfect ass.

“You like this Mr. P?” She grins over her shoulder at me, “You like seeing that poor Harlequin heroine have to let a man she barely know and despises be the one who claims her most prized treasure?” When she sees the smile on my face, she wags her finger at me, “You are a wicked man, Mr. P, and I expect you to do all sorts of nasty things to that sweet little thing.” This is all the encouragement I need and I deepen my voice into a growl.

“Turn around Girl, I want to see if you are as hot as I've been imagining.” Alison really should consider a career in the movies because by the time the young woman is facing me, I think I see actual tears on her cheeks.

“Beautiful.” I declare and pause the porno movie so I can turn my full attention to the woman standing before me. “Get on the bed and spread your legs. Time to see if you have what it takes to be my personal assistant.”

“But I'm promised to another man.” Alison hesitates just at the edge of the king-sized bed, “Do you really want to take another man's woman?” I laugh cruelly and push myself to my feet kicking off the trousers that had been bunched around my knees.

“That's going to make this even better.” She backs slowly away as I close the gap between us, “As an entrepreneur, I've thrived on taking what I want, and right now - I want you. The fact that I'm popping your cherry when so many other men have failed to get into your pants just adds extra spice to the act.”

“Oh God.” Her doe-eyes look up at me soulfully, and I almost forget that this is all just an act, “Please Sir, will you be gentle?”