Chapter 3: Andersons Offer

Monday rolled around, and I felt on top of the world after the glorious sex-filled Friday night I spent with Ruth.

Today, we planned to catch up for lunch so she could tell me if our Friday night fling would become a regular occurrence depending on what her husband said despite having an open marriage.

We met in the downstairs coffee shop of our office building at our regular time of twelve-thirty. We arrived together, kissed one another, and were lucky to find a table and quickly ordered.

I held Ruth’s hand across the table and said, “Hey, what’s wrong? You don’t look as happy as when you left me on Saturday morning?”

“Yeah, Jake says you and I can’t spend another night together until he fucks you.”

“Wow, we’ve not met, and yet he wants to fuck me? I was hoping for another girl-on-girl night. What do you think about Jake screwing me first?”

Ruth broke into a laugh. “Got ya.”

“Oh, you bugger. I thought something was wrong. Quick, tell me, what did Jake say?”

“He’s wild about the idea. He’s always wanted two girls in his bed, and as he put it, he wants to see two girls fuck each other while he covers their faces with, as he called it, “face cream.”

“So, your hubby wants to fuck me without seeing me and spray “his cream” over my face? That’s never happened to me before. How do you feel about this? Will you be jealous that your hubby is fucking me?”

“Truthfully, I don’t know. I know Jake screws strangers, and that’s okay, I guess. I never met them. Out of sight, out of mind, you know. But to watch Jake stick his cock in you. I’m not sure.”

“If you’re not sure, we won’t do it, despite Jake wanting a threesome. He’ll have to wait until you can get your head around it.”

Ruth didn’t answer immediately, but I could see she was thinking about it. “Thanks. I’ll give it some thought, and we might discuss it further. I’m sorry I don’t have a lot of time today. Mr Anderson has an important meeting this afternoon, and I need to do some prep work for him.”

“Sorry, before you go, I have one request. Can you please tell Jake if it ever happens; no anal.”

“Sure. You’re like me and don’t like it up the bum?”

“Thank you. If I’m wildly turned on, and I really like the guy, then yes, I will let him take me up the bum, but it rarely happens.”

We quickly ate our lunch while discussing our earlier lives before we became friends.

We embraced after lunch, and I said, “Take care. Take your time and think about things, and don’t do anything rash.”

Later that afternoon, I was busily typing a report for Mr Gorey when my intercom buzzed. I could see it was Stephanie from reception. “Hi, Steph. What can I do for you?”

“Mr Anderson, from upstairs, is here asking to see you?”

Shit! I’d forgotten about him. Suddenly, my heart beat faster and thumped in my chest. My palms had become sweaty, and a knot formed in my stomach.

“Thanks, Steph, I’ll be out in a jiffy,” I said nervously.

I walked into reception, and there he stood, looking resplendent in his expensive suit and brightly polished shoes. An air of arrogance exuded from him as he looked around.

“Mr Anderson,” I shakily said before continuing. “What can I do for you?”

Anderson said nothing as he put his hand inside his jacket, produced an envelope and held it out for me. The envelope had my name on it. And as soon as I took possession, I knew what it was. The question was, how much?

As I took the envelope, Anderson turned on his heel and was almost at the door before I called out, “Mr Anderson, what is this for.” He turned his head in my direction, and a sneer appeared on his face before he looked me up and down with a look that made my skin crawl. Again, he said nothing as he opened the door and left.

I was overwhelmed by his presence, so commanding and authoritative. I felt weak-kneed and steadied myself against Steph’s desk. “Anita, are you okay? The colour’s drained from your face. Would you like to sit down?” Stephanie asked.

“No, thanks, Steph. I ... give me a moment, I’ll be okay.”

“What a strange man! He gives you an envelope, and doesn’t say anything. How creepy.”

After regaining my composure, I returned to my desk, picked up my bag, went to the ladies, and locked myself in a cubicle. I sat down, took the money out of the envelope and counted it. Phewee, five grand! I couldn’t believe it. I can’t keep it, can I? I know what it’s for.

The more I thought about it. The more I worked out how to spend it. I could pay off my car loan and still have some left to buy clothes, maybe put towards an overseas holiday or pay down my mortgage. The options were endless. But did I want to be a paid whore? I decided to talk to Ruth at lunch tomorrow and see what she thinks.

I had a restless night’s sleep thinking about the money. The conservative and moral side of my brain reminded me I was a legal secretary and should return it, but the other side reminded me of the day when I saw Ruth naked, spanked, vibed and how excited I was watching it happen. The more I thought about it, the more excited I felt about being dominated. I also liked the idea of being able to pay off my car loan. I know that makes me a cheap skanky whore.

The next day was warm, with plenty of people out and about, enjoying the fabulous Western Australian weather. Ruth and I met for lunch as usual, but I suggested we take it and sit outdoors on the lawn of the Supreme Court Gardens. I didn’t want anyone to overhear our conversation, and I was surprised when we arrived to find so many people had the same idea and were at the Gardens for lunch. We looked around and found a shady spot with fewer people close by.

I fumbled while trying to get my straw into the juice container when Ruth leaned over and took my hand. “Anita, you seem a little nervous today. What’s troubling you?”

I looked around before pulling the envelope full of money out of my bag and said, “What would you do if someone gave you five grand?”

Ruth giggled as she had just bitten into her sandwich and covered her mouth with her hand. “Oh, as if I would be so lucky. Well, I’d maybe put it towards our mortgage, car loan, or go on holiday and buy some clothes.”

“My sentiments exactly. Would you give it back?”

“If someone gave me five grand with no strings attached, then absolutely no way would I give it back.”

I opened the envelope and tipped the money in front of us.

“Oh my God. Is that five grand? What are you going to do with it?”

“I’m thinking of giving it back.”

“What! Are you crazy, nuts, stupid or all three combined?”

“The money came from Anderson, so of course, there’s strings attached.”

“Oh, shit, he wants you bad; don’t do it, Anita, please don’t do it. Remember what I told you when we first had lunch together?”

“Yes, I do. You said he wants to hurt and break me, then would likely fuck me for several weeks before finding someone else.”

“Yes, that’s right. But deep down, you see Mr Anderson as a challenge, don’t you? You want to challenge yourself by not giving in to him.” Ruth paused, a look of concern on her face, “Anita, He will hurt and pleasure you at the same time. Are you prepared for that?”

“I’m not sure what turned me on most. Seeing your naked body or what Anderson did to you, but I would love to find out.”

“I can’t believe you. We’ve recently had a night together, and you’re still unsure what excited you when you first saw me. You were excited on Friday night. We turned each other on. And you are still unsure? Well, I guessed right. You have a dark side you want to explore. Don’t you?”

“Ruth, I want to explore my limits.”

“Anita, Anderson will do that and more. He’ll find them and take you way past them and then leave you used and broken.”

I didn’t answer, knowing what Ruth had said was true, but I remembered the Friday when Ruth spanked me and got me so aroused, and the climax was out of this world. I’m sure she was right, and I wanted to explore and find out.

We finished our lunch, enjoying the weather, and then went to our respective offices to resume work. I was deep in thought, thinking about the money and possible ramifications and not getting much work done, when I decided to go to Anderson’s office.

I noted the time was three-thirty as I walked through the doors into Anderson’s reception area. Ruth was behind the desk, looking as serene and gorgeous as ever. She looked up when she saw the doors open. “Anita, what are you doing here?”

“I’ve come to give Anderson his money back. I can’t go through with it. Can I see him now?”

“Goodie for you. I hoped you wouldn’t let that sadistic arsehole bribe you.”

Ruth called Anderson. “Mr Anderson, Anita Colby is here to see you, sir.”

“Good, send her in.” Even out here, you could hear the lust and triumph in his voice.

“Good luck.”

My heart beat so quickly I thought I was about to have a heart attack. My mouth was dry. I took a deep breath and walked into Anderson’s plush office. He sat behind his desk and didn’t bother to get up. “Ms Colby, so nice to see you. What brings you here on such a pleasant day?”

What an arrogant shit, I thought, not having the courtesy to stand when I entered his office. I threw the envelope containing the five grand onto his desk. “I don’t need your money,” I struggled to say.

“Oh, I’m surprised. You could do a lot with five grand, and I thought you enjoyed yourself the last time you were in my office. I am right, aren’t I? As I recall, your nipples were hard as rocks as they proudly stood out against your blouse, and the aroma of your pussy was so strong it filled the air as I stood close to you. Wouldn’t you like to experience that again? And do I detect a hardening of your nipples already, Ms Colby?”

Fuck me. As hard as I tried to keep myself under control, my nipples had begun to stiffen. What is it with this man that affects me like this?

“How would you like to keep my gift? All you have to do is strip for me, put your hands behind your head, and let me inspect you. Then, go over to the window and enjoy the view of the river as you bend at the waist and place your palms flat against the glass while I rub my hands up and down your exquisite butt cheeks, maybe feel your pussy to see how wet you are. Then you will kneel in front of me while I ask Ruth to join us, and she will suck me off. I can’t think of an easier way to earn five grand unless you want to be flat on your back and allow me to fuck you?”

As Anderson kept talking, I could feel my resolve weakening. His size, his voice, and his arrogance mesmerised me. He was so authoritative and intimidating. Before I knew it, I was unbuttoning my blouse.