Chapter 1 - Maria and Troy

 

"Don't worry." He said, patting the chair next to his. "Sit."

Maria perched on the edge of the chair, looking sideways at him.

"Please ..." she whispered, "... what happens next?"

She watched him place his dark hand on her black stockings.

"You'll just have to wait and see."

She allowed his hand to rest there. His fingers were long and elegant. He had a gold band on his wedding finger.

"Yes ...." he said, his eyes reading hers. "I am married. My name is Troy. My wife's at home with our kid." He showed Maria the screensaver on his phone.

She saw a pretty black girl and a tiny baby swaddled in a blanket.

"My wife's too tired and preoccupied with our baby. She doesn't want to make love much right now." He shrugged. "But I'm only 23yrs old. I need a lot of sex. More than I'm getting at home."

Maria heard her own dry throat click. Her mouth was parched. She stared down at Troy's hand while he continued speaking.

"Jack says you give blowjobs?"

She glanced up at him. "N ... not really, Sir. He made me. Once."

Troy chuckled. His laugh was like honey, treacly and golden.

"How much do you need this job, Maria?"

She blinked. Troy was undeniably handsome. She'd never really studied a black man before. His suit was well cut and expensive. He had a nice smile. It was confident and somehow ... reassuring.

"You know that I'm d ... desperate." She whispered.

"Jack said it's totally up to me. He couldn't give a toss either way. I can hire you. Or I can fire you."

She looked at him. Images floated in her mind; of a workhouse, of being called a vagrant, of Francesca dressed in rags. And of being down on her knees, with a black penis in her face, and of having food in their fridge.

"Please ... hire m ... me. I accept your t ... terms." She stammered.

He chuckled again, eyeing her up and down. She was wearing her stained jacket and skirt, her frayed blouse, laddered stockings and scuffed heels. They were the best clothes that remained in her wardrobe. She shivered as his hand slid confidently up her skirt.

"It's not THAT easy. You don't know my terms."

Troy was right. She didn't. She'd just assumed ...

"Wh ... what are they ... Sir?"

She felt him slide her underwear aside. His finger brushed her labia. He cocked an eyebrow at her meek acquiescence.

"Blowjobs." He said. "On tap. Whenever I need to relieve some tension."

She nodded. Her mouth almost too dry to speak. "O ... kay ..."

His fingertip teased the rim of her bottom. He was studying her face.

"Hold your horses, Maria. I haven't finished. I want Anal too. You see I don't get that at home. I used to have a girlfriend who was down for lots of it but my wife says nice girls don't take it up the arse!"

He probed her anus, still staring in to her eyes.

"But that's what somebody like you's for, right? Unmarried and past her best. I want your mouth and shitter on tap or no deal. But, hey, don't worry. I'm not some crazy guy. I just want to fuck your ass a couple of times a week. Over my desk."

He grinned apologetically. His thumb was opening her sphincter muscle, pushing its way in.

"But I won't need your pussy. You can keep that. That way I stay faithful to my missus. She and I make love. You? You're just a company facility, like the coffee machine or a washroom. That way you and I keep things nice and professional. You get my terms so far?"

She swallowed. "Yes S ... sir." A tear pricked her eye.

"Look, there's no need to feel bad Maria. It's every guy's dream deep down, even if not all of us admit it. To have a female assistant, a P.A., secretary, intern, whatever she is, ready to blow him when he needs a bit of stress relief. Don't listen to any woke dude who tells you otherwise. That's what this Government's given us. The chance to live the dream."

And the nightmare, Maria thought, but she didn't say it.

"I ... I understand, Sir."

He was still exploring under her skirt, stroking her mound now.

"And in return you get a proper, paid internship. Money in your account every month, merely for giving your boss a bit of oral and anal relief. Okay, so I know it's only minimum wage but I'll let you keep every penny of it. The whole lot."

He smiled at her confused frown.

"Yep. Most of my colleagues here take a slice of the action, you know. Jerry down the corridor charges his P.A. fifty percent of her wage to prevent him firing her. But I won't charge you a cent!"

She blinked with relief.

"Thank you Sir ... is that ... all?"

He snorted, smiling, and pressed his fingertip into her vagina. She was totally dry.

"All? Oh no darling, 'course not."

He winked.

"The best bit is you get to do all of my workload too. I know that you were some hot-shit director here. So you can do fucking everything. I'm gonna sit in my office playing FIFA and watching porn. Forget your mouth and arsehole. The main reason I'm taking YOU on, and not some young hottie, is so that I get to go home early to my wife and kid."

He pulled his finger out and patted her mound condescendingly.

"You arrive early, snack-lunch at your desk, stay late, do all my work as well as yours, and the next morning you brief me. I'm going to present all your work as my own. I want a promotion in 6 months or you're fired. Make me look good and, hey lady, you and I will get along fine. Okay? Deal?"

Did she have any choice?

He took his hand out from under her skirt and raised it to his chin. He sniffed his fingers and inhaled.

"Yes Sir ... Deal."

Incredibly, she actually felt relieved. I mean, almost grateful. Troy wasn't exactly a nice guy but during the past few weeks she'd met worse than him. She was being offered a job she knew she could do with her eyes shut. She'd be paid enough to live on. And she'd just have to learn to cope with the sex side. Troy wasn't even ugly compared with the other men in her life.

He looked at her, studying her eyes, reading her mind.

She waited for what came next.

"And finally you have to sign a confession." He said.

"A c ... confession?"

"Yep. All the guys are doing it. It's Jack's idea. You sign a confession that you stole money from my wallet. That way, if you give me any trouble, we can have you whisked off to prison."

"B ... but ...?"

Her heart was thumping. Admit to something she'd never do?

"Take it or leave it, Maria. There are plenty of others who'll take my deal instead."

"How do I know I can tr ... trust you, Sir?"

He shrugged. "You don't Maria. But you keep me happy with your mouth and asshole and hard work and, hey, why would I fuck you over?"

"But Jack might." She murmured under her breath.

Troy nodded. "Sure, Jack might. I know that you two have history. But you'll just have to trust him too. What choice have you got?"

She grimaced, shutting her eyes.

"None ... Sir."