Pay price for not getting her money
Title: “The Spandex Secret”
The intercom buzzed, jolting Amber out of her daydream. “Amber, see me in my office, please.” Her boss, Mr. Wilson’s voice commanded through the speaker. Amber gulped, her heart racing. He never called her into his office unless it was urgent business. Or so she thought.
Amber smoothed her tight red spandex mini dress, adjusted her black lace top, and heels before strutting down the hall acting her role of a sexy secretary. The click of her stilettos on the marble floors echoed in the empty building after hours. As she reached Mr. Wilson’s corner office, she peeked inside and froze at the sight before her.
There he was, reclining in his leather chair, his tie loosened, holding a riding crop. But that wasn’t the shocking part. Next to him stood a policewoman, in full regulation uniform, handcuffs dangling from her belt. What on earth were the cops doing here?
“Ah, Amber, please come in.” Mr. Wilson gestured to the open door with a devilish grin. “Have a seat.”
Amber shuffled inside, her knees quivering. She perched delicately on the edge of a chair facing the imposing duo. Mr. Wilson produced an envelope, holding it out to her.
“Where’s my money, Amber? I know you skimmed from the petty cash last week.”
Amber widened her eyes innocently, batting her long lashes. “I don’t know what you mean, sir. I would never steal from you!”
The policewoman stepped forward, her uniform hugging her toned figure. “Ms. Amber, we have evidence of you embezzling company funds. You’re under arrest.”
Before Amber could protest, the officer grabbed her wrists and deftly snapped on the waiting handcuffs. Amber squirmed, hyper aware of how the tight spandex dug into her skin.
“Wait!” Amber pleaded. “Please, this is a misunderstanding. I can explain!”
Mr. Wilson leaned back, savoring Amber’s distress. “Oh, you’ll have plenty of time to explain yourself to the authorities. Unless…”
“Unless what?” Amber’s voice wavered.
The riding crop slapped playfully against Mr. Wilson’s palm. “Unless you’re willing to work off your debt… in other ways.”
The policewoman nodded knowingly. “That’s right, sweetheart. We could cut you a deal. But only if you’re a very, VERY good girl.”
Amber’s mind raced. Sleeping with two dominants to avoid jail, or years as a model inmate? Seems like an easy decision, even for a captured treasure. She bit her lip, sending a smoldering gaze to each man.
“Alright…I’ll do anything to avoid this scandal. What did you have in mind?”
The men smiled wickedly. The policewoman stepped forward, slowly unzipping her uniform. “Well, darlin’, if you’ll just come around to this side of the desk, we’ll get started. And no need to be shy, that little dress is sure to come off real soon…”
Amber swallowed hard, her body flushed with a mix of nerves and forbidden desire as she shuffled to obey. This night was just getting started, but her happily ever after awaited. Whatever price awaited her, even the dangers of being pin-up bait, it would surely be worth it.
