You don't dash for the exit

The elevator door closes behind you as Mr. Walsh pushes a button to one, if not the, highest floor.

"Wow!" You only manage to get out as the door to the room closes behind you. The city skyline stretches below you, as you stand in front of a gigantic window that covers the whole side of the room. In fact it replaces the wall on that side.

"I knew you'd like that." Mr. Walsh steps beside you and puts a hand on your shoulder. His touch making you more dizzy in the head as the warmth now completely engulfs you. Your head sinks against his chest. The scent of his aftershave is nice. Wasn't it there before? You let out a relaxed sigh as his hand takes hold of your butt and squeezes it gently, while you sink into him. The bulge in his pants presses against you.

"You smell nice," he says, sniffing your hair and kissing the top of your head. "How about we skip the whiskey and go straight to the point of me fucking you."

You lift your head and look at him while pretending to be upset, not breaking away entirely.

"Oh you are one of those who are straight to the point," you reply playfully. His hand squeezing your behind. You exhale sharply. He does not answer and starts to pull up the hem of your dress, his fingers brushing your bare skin. You bite your lower lip as he pulls the dress over your head and lets it fall to the side.

"Very nice underwear," he murmurs before opening his own shirt and tossing it aside before starting to remove his pants. He doesn't waste any time. You notice a wet stain at the tip of the big bulge in his underwear, before he pushes those down also. Your eyes widen a bit. That cock looked almost painfully erect as it springs free.

"Ah, better," he sights in relief after getting out of his socks and standing there completely naked. He takes a step towards you again and reaches around to unclasp your bra. The tip of his dick brushing against your stomach, smearing precum over it. A shuddering wave washes over you.

"Wait, wait." You take a step back, the last spark of sense making a last stand.

"What?" His voice turned dark and a slight aggressive undertone make you think that the wolf has dropped his pelt.