Low in the Cold
Copyright© 2013 by frostheart83
Chapter 11
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 11 - In the cold weather of Vienna, a young designer sees his life brought down to degradation by a woman above his pay grade.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/Fa Fa/Fa NonConsensual Rape Humiliation Water Sports Workplace
Tuesday morning.
Agatha walks out of the elevator, as almost every day, and heads to her high-status office in the company.
People from around the office look at her, but not in the usual manner she's used to. Most of the time, men and women alike stare at her, admiring her high-end clothing, her beautiful looks, her elegant, shaped body beneath all that luxury.
But today, it isn't lust or envy in everyone's eyes. Suspicion and doubts, perhaps. She ignores all the feeble people on her way, and carries on, her every step full of total and undeniable narcissistic confidence and vanity.
Agatha is startled when she opens her office door. Darien is sitting at her desk, seriousness stamped all over his face.
"Darien? What is the meaning of this? What are you doing in my office?" she asks, her undertone giving away her displeasure by his presence at her office, sitting on her chair.
Darien raises his hand, and shows Agatha a clear plastic bag, with white powder on it. Agatha stares at the bag, speechless, with no reaction whatsoever.
"Agatha ... This ... I never expected this from someone like you," he says.
"What are you saying? What is that? That's not mine, Darien," she replies, keeping herself remarkably composed.
"Agatha ... Please ... Don't deny this. I bet, if you open your purse, you have more in there."
Agatha is speechless. She looks at Darien, fuming, without a word coming out of her mouth.