Seven Days: A young black woman makes a deal with a mob boss. Read Online Free
Author: Diana Hoffman
cold day in hell before she stripped her clothing in front of both of them. In his office, where anyone could come in at any given moment? No way in hell. She stood there staring at him, like he had lost his damn mind.
"I guess you aren't serious about our arrangement. If not, then you can get the fuck out," Nic stated, as he made his way to the door. Victoria knew she was between a rock and a hard place. Shit! "No, wait! I, um, okay," she sighed. Nic stopped and turned back around. Victoria slowly and clumsily started removing her dress. It slid down to the floor, and she stood there in a lacy strapless bra, lacy panties and her black heels. She was praying that her undergarments didn't have any holes in them. It's not like she went shopping for new ones every day, and she hadn't worn this lacy set in forever.
"Leave the heels on, take everything else off," Nic demanded, leaning against the wall. She turned to face him. At least he was on the opposite side of the room, and she wouldn't have to look at the other guy, while she did the most embarrassing, degrading thing she had ever done in her life. She couldn't even remember undressing this much in gym class.
She slid her panties off first. She was neatly trimmed, but not like that many people had seen her down there, so she probably wasn't as neat as he was used to. She knew she had reached a new low. She felt like shit. She slowly reached around and unhooked her bra, and it dropped to the floor.
Nic stood there gazing over her perfect body. His dick was growing down the side of his leg, dying to break free from his pants. Her tits were the perfect size for him. She was definitely busty, but they weren't too oversized. Her tiny waist was toned, and she had a small butterfly tattoo on her left pelvic bone. Her hips were wider than many of the skinny girls he had been with, and that made her even more exotic to him. She had a shape that reminded him of the old pin ups in the fifties that his father used to have hanging in his office. But he had to get his mind straight. He was a business man, first and foremost.
"Victoria, here are the rules. When I ask you to do something, I am only going to ask once. If you don't comply, then you add another week to your stay. If you disobey or disrespect me in anyway, you add another week. Stay out of my business, and only speak when spoken too. Got it?"
Yes, she was in hell. How could she ever face her mother and father again? And she was even more mortified when he opened the door and let Raymond back inside. She started to shiver from the embarrassment. The utter humiliation this cocksucker was subjecting her to.
"Raymond, can you escort Victoria to my downtown loft and make sure she gets a change of clothes? If she needs to stop by her place, that's fine. Thank you," she heard him say, then he left. She was standing in the middle of his office, completely naked, with two other men staring at her. She wanted to die.
Nic stopped by his club for a few minutes, to greet the new guest DJ, some kid that all of the clubbers seemed to know. He saw Amber sitting in her usual VIP booth. It had been awhile since he had seen her, but he nodded in her direction. She pouted and turned her head away from him. Probably best, under the circumstances with his new project. A project he was more eager than he'd like to admit to get back to. He drove his Aston Martin to his loft downtown, in anticipation of what the night would bring. Nothing turned him on more than having complete control.
"Have a good evening, Mr. Andretti," the old doorman, Sam, said as he held open the glass doors. "You too, Sam," Nic replied, as he entered the building. He pressed his personal code into the elevator keypad and it stopped off on the top floor. When he opened the door, he scanned the main room, but he didn't see her. Had she backed out on their deal? Fuck. He sighed and placed his keys on the counter. His loft stayed amazingly clean. He had a
"I guess you aren't serious about our arrangement. If not, then you can get the fuck out," Nic stated, as he made his way to the door. Victoria knew she was between a rock and a hard place. Shit! "No, wait! I, um, okay," she sighed. Nic stopped and turned back around. Victoria slowly and clumsily started removing her dress. It slid down to the floor, and she stood there in a lacy strapless bra, lacy panties and her black heels. She was praying that her undergarments didn't have any holes in them. It's not like she went shopping for new ones every day, and she hadn't worn this lacy set in forever.
"Leave the heels on, take everything else off," Nic demanded, leaning against the wall. She turned to face him. At least he was on the opposite side of the room, and she wouldn't have to look at the other guy, while she did the most embarrassing, degrading thing she had ever done in her life. She couldn't even remember undressing this much in gym class.
She slid her panties off first. She was neatly trimmed, but not like that many people had seen her down there, so she probably wasn't as neat as he was used to. She knew she had reached a new low. She felt like shit. She slowly reached around and unhooked her bra, and it dropped to the floor.
Nic stood there gazing over her perfect body. His dick was growing down the side of his leg, dying to break free from his pants. Her tits were the perfect size for him. She was definitely busty, but they weren't too oversized. Her tiny waist was toned, and she had a small butterfly tattoo on her left pelvic bone. Her hips were wider than many of the skinny girls he had been with, and that made her even more exotic to him. She had a shape that reminded him of the old pin ups in the fifties that his father used to have hanging in his office. But he had to get his mind straight. He was a business man, first and foremost.
"Victoria, here are the rules. When I ask you to do something, I am only going to ask once. If you don't comply, then you add another week to your stay. If you disobey or disrespect me in anyway, you add another week. Stay out of my business, and only speak when spoken too. Got it?"
Yes, she was in hell. How could she ever face her mother and father again? And she was even more mortified when he opened the door and let Raymond back inside. She started to shiver from the embarrassment. The utter humiliation this cocksucker was subjecting her to.
"Raymond, can you escort Victoria to my downtown loft and make sure she gets a change of clothes? If she needs to stop by her place, that's fine. Thank you," she heard him say, then he left. She was standing in the middle of his office, completely naked, with two other men staring at her. She wanted to die.
Nic stopped by his club for a few minutes, to greet the new guest DJ, some kid that all of the clubbers seemed to know. He saw Amber sitting in her usual VIP booth. It had been awhile since he had seen her, but he nodded in her direction. She pouted and turned her head away from him. Probably best, under the circumstances with his new project. A project he was more eager than he'd like to admit to get back to. He drove his Aston Martin to his loft downtown, in anticipation of what the night would bring. Nothing turned him on more than having complete control.
"Have a good evening, Mr. Andretti," the old doorman, Sam, said as he held open the glass doors. "You too, Sam," Nic replied, as he entered the building. He pressed his personal code into the elevator keypad and it stopped off on the top floor. When he opened the door, he scanned the main room, but he didn't see her. Had she backed out on their deal? Fuck. He sighed and placed his keys on the counter. His loft stayed amazingly clean. He had a
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