Myra's Misdemeanour
written by:
Otazel

MYRA'S MISDEMEANOR

Myra was as cheerful as usual when she arrived at the offices of Hartley's Discount Stores where she did the part time office cleaning job that was making it possible for her pay her way through college.

The offices were closed now and she would be on her own, but she was used to that, especially because it allowed her to do her job in her own way without anyone leaning over her shoulder, and that's the way she liked it. She would always do her work properly anyway, if only because the job was essential to her student finances. She never skimped or rushed, and even, on the odd occasions when she wanted to finish early, discreetly recruited Carla, her friend and part time lover, to help her.

She thrust her key home, frowning slightly to herself when she found the door unlocked but then shrugging her shoulders and making her way inside. Someone must be working late but that didn't matter, no doubt she would come across them as she worked her way through the various rooms. Thinking no more of it, she went to her closet, and changed into her work clothes, settling her mass of gorgeous wavy black hair over the collar of her overall before beginning her round.

Soon she was lost in her work and all thoughts of someone else being in the building faded - until she reached the executive office. She pushed into the room, her arms full of polish and dusters and with her vacuum trundling behind her, and stopped dead. There, in his big leather chair, sat Jacob Hartley, the big boss himself, the founder and owner of the company, his hands resting motionless on the desk in front of him as if in quiet contemplation.

‘Oh, sorry Mr Hartley, I'll come back in a bit.'

‘No Myra. Come in. It's you I wanted to see.'

She stood for a moment in surprised confusion, wondering what why he would want to see her. This had never happened before. Normally her duties and performance were handled by the office manager, not by the big chief himself. He rose from his chair and indicated another across the desk in front of him.

‘Sit down, Myra. We need to have a little talk.'

She sat down obediently, her heart beginning to hammer with anxiety. Jacob Hartley resumed his seat and leaned on his forearms on the desk a stern expression on his usually amiable brown face.

‘We trust you, Myra. That's why we let you hold a key to the building. You know that there are some things here that have large monetary value, and other things that possess significant commercial worth, and we trust you not to steal or copy them.'

Myra wasn't sure where this was headed. She had clearly done something wrong, although theft certainly wasn't it. He continued.

‘So we are rather concerned to discover that you have been allowing a stranger into the premises when you're supposed to be here alone. How can we be sure that our competitors aren't gaining confidential information if you bring other people in without our permission?'

So that was it. She had been found out. Somehow Carla must have been seen either entering or leaving and now she was in trouble. She hoped and prayed she wouldn't lose her job. She needed the money, really needed the money, to survive, and in a college town any part time work was at a premium.

‘I'm sorry Mr Hartley, really I am.'

‘I imagine you are.' Jacob Hartley nodded at Myra's forlorn expression. ‘But it really is a very serious matter, and it's certainly not something we can just ignore.'

‘But she was with me all the time she was here, I promise you.'

‘Yes, I know that.' He smiled at the look of surprise and bewilderment that flitted across Myra's face. ‘And if you're wondering how I know, then I'll show you.'

He stood and reached a laptop from the book shelves behind him, placing it carefully on the desk and booting it into life. Satisfied that he had found what he wanted he spun it to face Myra, and then walked around the desk to stand behind her, sharing her view. On the screen was a picture of the office they were in, empty and silent. He reached over her and clicked the laptop, bringing the picture to life.

Myra gasped as she suddenly realised that she was seeing footage from a security camera hidden somewhere in this very office. She glanced up to her right to where she estimated the camera must be, but she could see nothing besides the files and folders that were stacked on the shelves. She closed her eyes briefly and groaned inwardly at what she knew was to come.

On screen both she and Carla entered the office, flitting around jerkily as the picture ran on fast forward, Carla vacuum cleaning the carpets and emptying the bins while Myra dusted and polished, both moving as if in an old silent movie.

‘So, exactly who is that white girl you have with you, the one to whom you give access to my private office without a second thought?'

‘Her name's Carla, she's a friend of mine. But she was never on her own here, honestly Mr Hartley.'

Soon the two figures were finished and they could be seen collecting their gear together. Jacob Hartley leaned forward again and changed it to normal speed, his hands moving to rest on Myra's shoulders as if to hold her in her seat.

‘You know what happens now, don't you?'

Myra nodded mutely, her dark skin darkening further with embarrassment.

She watched herself move around to the end of the desk, facing the unseen camera, and rest her bottom on the desk, parting her legs to compensate for her height. Carla came to her and stood between her knees as they embraced, kissing long and passionately.

Myra felt sick, understanding that she was watching what Mr Hartley must already have watched and knowing exactly what he had seen. It wasn't having their behaviour captured that bothered her so much, she was by nature a bit of an exhibitionist and would sometimes get a kick from being seen, but it was the fact that they had thought themselves in private and had behaved accordingly. But then, she had to admit, they only had themselves to blame, because a security camera in their main office was a precaution many firms took and she should have realised.

The computer showed them kissing again, longer and more deeply, Carla's hands disappearing between them. Myra remembered that moment, that was when Carla took the lead for once, unbuttoning her overall and pushing a hand down inside the front, seeking and finding her cleft while her tongue explored Myra's mouth. That wasn't visible from the camera's viewpoint, but Myra could remember how quickly she had moistened, how she had opened her legs just a little further to allow the probing fingers in. And she also knew that what followed would be visible to the camera, very, very visible.

She turned her face away, not wanting to see herself in such a compromising position, but the hands on her shoulders moved to nudge her face back towards the front. There was, it seemed, to be no escaping her shame.

Carla's hands were now pushing her overall from her shoulders, quickly and expertly undressing her, unhooking her bra to let it fall into at her feet, dipping briefly to remove her thong. A quick kiss and then Carla's clothes followed Myra's, so that the two girls stood together naked and kissed again, white against brown, white hands urgently exploring a brown body while brown hands clutched fiercely around white shoulders.

‘So you like girls?'

Her employer's voice broke into Myra's humiliation. She nodded silently, staring dejectedly at the screen.

‘I didn't hear you.'

‘Yes.' She whispered.

‘Just girls? Or do you like men as well.'

‘Both.'

‘Good.'

Myra tried to look up in alarm, the implications of what he might be thinking suddenly beginning to register, but his firm hands kept her facing the screen.

‘Don't look away. It gets better. But then you know that, don't you?'

She didn't reply, couldn't reply, as she watched Carla's gesticulated instruction and her own nodded, smiled assent. Carla moved the trays and diaries from the desk to the floor while she lifted her bottom onto the desk and then shuffled herself backwards until she could lie flat along the cleared top with her legs wide, her clean shaven pussy clearly visible to the camera. For a few moments Carla just stood and gazed at her pussy, and Myra felt again the thrill of being stared at, but then she dragged the heavy chair from behind the desk, placed it squarely in front of Myra's widespread legs and sat on it.

‘A bit disrespectful, to use my chair like that, don't you think?'

‘Yes Mr Hartley.'

Myra could feel herself trembling faintly under his hands, and was angry with herself for showing the weakness. She was sorry for doing what they had done, and especially for getting caught, and she was scared of losing her job with its much needed income. But she was also very much aware of how sexy she looked spread like that on top of her boss's desk, and her trembling was partially caused by the dampness she could feel between her legs. This sort of embarrassment always had that effect on her, dammit, nearly as much as having people looking at her naked.

‘You shave your pussy.'

It was a statement rather than a question, but she answered anyway.

‘Yes Mr Hartley.'

‘Why?'

That was a direct question that required a straight answer, and her reluctant reply was barely more than a whisper.

‘Because my girlfriend told me to.'

‘And you have pierced your nipples, did she tell you to do that too?'

‘Yes, Mr Hartley.'

‘So you believe in doing as you are told? Now that's interesting.'

Myra didn't answer, she could almost hear the cogs in his mind working, and she could guess what conclusion they would come to. She closed her eyes briefly at the prospect.

Meanwhile on the laptop things had moved on inexorably. Carla had leaned forward, wrapped her arms around Myra's outspread thighs and pulled her close and was now lowering her face to her pussy. Myra watched in fascination, the sensations flooding back as she saw the back of Carla's head begin to move up and down in time to the tongue that was running along her slit. She'd not seen herself on film before, and the look of pure pleasure on her face made her smile in spite of her circumstances.

‘Nice, was it?' His voice sounded breathless in her ear. ‘You enjoyed what she was doing?'

‘Yes, Mr Hartley.' She nodded, her eyes glued to the scene before her.

They both watched quietly for a few minutes, both of them breathing more quickly now because of what they were seeing, and Myra also because of being made to watch it. Being coerced into something always added spice to any kind of sex as far as she was concerned.

She watched her own face muscles begin to tighten and her eyes begin to close and she knew that if there had been sound she would have been heard moaning loudly under the influence of Carla's tongue. She had come like an express train, the intensity of her orgasm magnified by the unusual setting, and now she was actually seeing it happen. On screen her eyes squeezed shut and her head tipped back as the climax hit her. She hadn't realised just how much she had arched her back, or how she had grabbed at the desk top with clawed fingers, even though she could remember Carla gripping her thighs almost brutally in an effort to keep her still.

‘You are an extremely responsive girl, I can see.'

‘Thank you Mr Hartley.' It wasn't anything she had expected him to say, and her reply had been automatic, as was the little glow of pride she felt.

They were both breathing just a little more heavily from the arousing effects of what they had been watching and his grip on her shoulders had tightened to the point of discomfort. She wondered how far he would let the recording run for before he tried it on with her. That, after all, must be the reason for him making her watch it, and he must have realised that it was getting to her now as well as to him. She wondered too what her reaction would be.

The recorded images of the girls were panting too, especially that of Myra as she tried to get her breath back after her climax, while Carla seemed to be waiting impatiently for her to recover. A raised hand signalled Myra's readiness and she laid herself flat while Carla climbed onto the desk with her to kneel straddled over her face.

Myra had always loved this, to be lying on her back and to have a girl kneel over her and lower herself onto her face. She watched, hearing Mr Hartley breathing in her ear, and remembered Carla's scent as her wet pussy descended onto her tongue. She knew that Carla had reacted well; she had heard her pleasure noises and felt her urgent shudders. But now she could actually see her friend with her eyes closed, her hands gripping and tugging at her own nipples as she rubbed herself onto Myra's face.

‘I think we've seen enough, don't you?'

Jacob Hartley leaned over and closed the programme, disappointing Myra in a totally unexpected way by robbing her of the chance to see Carla actually come, though of course she daren't say so.

‘Yes Mr Hartley.'

‘Now, the point is, what are we going to do about your misdemeanour?'

‘I don't know, My Hartley.'

She didn't care, as long as it didn't involve dismissing her.

‘I think we'll hold a disciplinary meeting and decide then.'

It was said as if the decision was made all of a sudden.

‘Yes Mr Hartley. If you say so.'

He released her shoulders and went to sit in his chair, the one that Carla had used so effectively, taking out a memo pad and scribbling on it briefly before folding the page and passing it to Myra.

‘Present yourself at this address instead of coming here when you're next scheduled to work.' He put his hand up as Myra opened her mouth to object. ‘Don't worry, it will count as work and you'll be paid just the same, unless of course you decide not to attend. But if you don't turn up it will be assumed that you no longer wish to work for us and you'll have effectively dismissed yourself, do you understand?'

Myra nodded, her mind and heart both racing. She could see from the memo that the address was a private house in a wealthy suburb and she wondered what he had in store for her. Clearly it was not to be a normal disciplinary hearing and she could think of only one other thing it might be. She didn't want to go to bed with her boss, she shuddered at the thought, but if that's what it took to keep her job, then that's what it took.

Even so, she pondered it all the way home, sometimes deciding that as reasonably fit forty something he wouldn't be too bad, there were only a few grey curls among his wiry black hair and his body looked fairly solid enough. But then at other times she was thinking that no way was she going to forced to have sex with someone against her will, except that, and it was a big exception, the very fact of the compulsion was making her contrarily want to do it - if that's what he really had in mind.

By the time she was due to go she had made her decision. She would go through with whatever he had in mind, but if he came on too strong, or wanted anything too kinky, then to hell with the job.

The address turned out to be a large modern brick built multi bedroomed house in about half an acre of neatly mown lawn and surrounded by a high pyrachanthus hedge. It was not the most inviting of homes and Myra stood on the street looking at it for a while and wondering what she might be letting herself in for before she finally got up the nerve to go and knock on the door. Even the reproduction knocker sounded forbidding to her anxious ears as it echoed through the door.

To Myra's surprise it wasn't her boss who answered the door, but a tall blonde white woman who looked to be in her early thirties. She had a willowy, hour glass figure, with pale blue eyes and the sort of fragile, china doll good looks that can so often conceal a strong and determined woman.

‘Come in, Myra, go straight along.'

She hadn't met the woman before as far as she knew, but she clearly knew who she was answering the door to.

Only one of the doors off the hall was open and it was towards that one that she was ushered. She walked slowly and rather nervously, standing at the doorway when she got there, unsure if she should go through.

‘Come in Myra, you're exactly on time, and that will go in your favour.'

That voice belonged to Jacob Hartley, and he was standing with two hands resting on the back of a chair in much the same way as they had rested on her shoulders in the office. She shivered nervously from the memory as she looked around what turned out to be a dining room. There were two others in the room, a tall, well built and swarthy complexioned man of around thirty with wavy dark hair and a slightly older black woman.

‘Let me introduce you to Helen,' He indicated the blonde woman, ‘and her husband Grant, who is my accountant. And not least also to Nina, my lovely wife.'

Nina was indeed lovely, slim, poised and petite, and very, very dark, almost genuinely black, but with a wide gap toothed smile that welcomed Myra and looks that revealed her East African birthright.

Myra's gaze went from one to the other of them but she remained silent, not sure if she should speak or not. Her boss had offered no explanation for their presence, and she didn't like to ask.

‘Take a seat.' He pointed at a chair on the opposite side of the table to himself.

Myra sat, finding herself clinging anxiously to the edge of the seat, her eyes watching the others arrange themselves opposite her.

‘Myra.' He began without preamble. ‘When you were issued with a key to the office you were told that under no circumstances were you to lend it to anyone, to let anyone else make use of it, weren't you?'

She nodded miserably, seeing her position under serious threat.

‘There is no doubt that you broke that rule, for the proof is on that recording. You did allow someone to make use of it, and the fact that you were also present doesn't alter that.' To his side Helen gave Myra a tiny smile of amused encouragement, as if to let her know that all was not yet lost, even though the next words seemed to shatter that possibility.

‘We simply cannot allow that to happen, it is and must always be an automatic dismissal offence.'

Myra felt the hot sting of tears in her eyes. She couldn't afford this.

‘However.'

She looked up, eager to hear the ‘however'.

‘However, we are willing to consider your reinstatement under certain conditions.'

‘Anything, Mr Hartley.' She had completely forgotten her earlier reservations in her panic to hold on to her job.

‘Say that when you've heard our conditions.'

He leaned forward and looked at her intently.

‘First I must inform you that you may walk away at any time, but that if you do then your position with this company will be instantly forfeit. Do you understand?'

Myra nodded, not quite sure where things were headed.

‘We intend that you shall be disciplined and that you shall then be given a chance to prove that you can obey instructions. If you impress us, then you may remain in our employ, but if you don't...' He let the words trail away.

‘We don't intend to discipline you in the usual modern way, with written warnings or a docking of salary, but in a more traditional, personal manner. In other words you will receive a spanking which will be administered by Helen. After that we will appraise your willingness to obey instruction and during that you must submit to whatever we ask of you. I must inform you that it will involve acts similar to those you committed on my desk.'

He was so obviously setting up a pretext to misuse her and he must have seen her jaw drop open with dismayed realisation, and known that she was about to protest.

‘Don't bother telling us that employers aren't allowed to do that sort of thing these days, because if you do then I'll remind you that employees are not allowed to screw their girlfriends across my desk either. And, I might add, if you decide to report my offer, nobody here will ever agree that it was ever made. Understand?'

‘Yes Mr Hartley.'

She felt like a rabbit in the headlights, not knowing which way to run.

‘We are going to leave you alone for five minutes now. When we return you will either no longer be here, in which case your employment will be terminated, or you will have undressed ready to receive your punishment.'

Again she gaped at him again in disbelief.

‘Yes, undressed, completely and totally undressed. Did you think Helen was going to spank you over your clothing?' He cocked his head questioningly. ‘You have five minutes to decide.'

With that they all filed silently from the room, leaving Myra with her terrified thoughts.

For a couple of minutes she stood stock still, unable to decide what to do. She couldn't let this happen to her, but she didn't want to be out of work either. Her eyes kept fitting to the door and the way out and yet her fingers were constantly going to the front of her blouse and dropping back. She knew she should walk out of the door and give them the finger and she couldn't figure out why she didn't, until she recognised that old familiar tickle between her legs, a tingle that betrayed the first slight moistening and opening of her pussy. The idea was turning her on. She didn't understand why it was, she just knew it was.

Okay, why not? She'd been spanked before several times, and, she had to admit, rather liked it. The chance to try it again and at the same time to show off her body to her boss and his very attractive wife, as well as two complete strangers, was strangely tempting. She didn't understand that either, but she could feel her breathing deepen with her excitement. Should she do it?'

But what then? What did they have in mind for her? He had told her that it would be in line with her previous act, but that left many possibilities, not all of which she would be able to tolerate. Could she do it, could she submit so completely? Her hardening nipples and tingling pussy answered that for her. After all they had promised that she could leave at any time, so she could always refuse to do anything they might want if it was too much, although that would mean the end of her job. She took a deep breath, shivered from fear tinged with genuine excitement, and began to unbutton her blouse.

When they returned she was completely naked and standing with her arms by her side and her head lowered, her clothes neatly folded and stacked on the table.

‘Good. I'm glad you've decided to accept our terms. We really didn't want to lose you as an employee.' There was note of deep satisfaction and of anticipation in her boss's voice. ‘We will take you to our playroom now and Helen will administer your punishment.'

The mention of a ‘playroom' almost made Myra burst out in a nervous giggle. The seemingly innocent word seemed so inappropriate in circumstances that were making her shiver with fear. But when Helen reached out for her hand she gave it willingly enough, allowing herself to be led from the room and up the stairs, followed by the other three, acutely aware that they were lagging behind simply so that they could gaze up at her naked bottom and catch a glimpse of her pussy.

The room turned out to be a normally decorated bedroom rather than anything either salacious or ominous, although it was rather sparsely furnished with little more than a king sized bed without duvet or pillows, a chair, and a couple of chests of drawers. She looked around puzzled, having expected a much more sinister décor, her expression and darting eyes giving away her thoughts.

‘You were expecting some sort of dungeon I suppose.'

‘Yes, Mr Hartley, kind of.'

‘No, we're not into that sort of lifestyle. To us the word ‘playroom' had a less sinister meaning.' He paused. ‘I'd better explain. We are swingers. Nina and I enjoy meeting and playing with other couples like Grant and Helen here for fun and games, and rather than use our marital bed which we like to keep private, we maintain this room for us all to play in. This is our playroom and here there are no restrictions other than those imposed by law, so anything goes with anybody who consents, and pretty much any kind of activity might happen at times, and it's not limited to any one type. Yes, we go in for a little bondage and discipline at times, but there are no Masters or Mistresses here, even though we do enjoy the occasional spanking and such like.'

Helen laughed. ‘You enjoy the occasional spanking, you mean.'

He had the good grace to smile ruefully. ‘Maybe so, but it's been known for others to join in. And you do enjoy administering them.'

He looked at Myra, replacing the grin with a deliberately stern face.

‘Myra, just to confirm, you understand that you can leave any time you want, but if you do then it will be permanent?'

‘Yes Mr Hartley.'

He frowned at her. ‘There are actually two rules in this room. One is that we only address each other by our first names, that keeps things informal. So call me Jacob whilst we're in here. Usually the other rule is simply that no means no, but for you that rule is suspended and replaced with the facility for you to just leave. Your time here is intended for punishment, not necessarily enjoyment.'

‘I won't walk away, Jacob.' Even as she said it, using his unfamiliar given name, she wondered how much truth there was in the confident statement.

‘Very well. We shall see' He looked round at Helen. ‘She's all yours. Make her fit to employ for a second time without us having to worry that she'll do the same thing again.'

Helen came behind her, took hold of her upper arms and steered her to stand in front of a full length wall mirror. In the mirror Myra saw Helen looking up as she manoeuvred her into place, and she glanced up herself, feeling goose bumps rise on her naked skin at the sight of two hooks let into the ceiling about four feet apart.

Leaving her in position Helen went to a chest and opened the top drawer, rummaging around for a moment and then extracting two leather cuffs with short lengths of chain attached. Myra looked at her in trepidation, realising exactly what they were for.

‘Hold out your hands.'

Myra did as she was told, staring at her wrists as Helen encircled them with the black leather restraints, pulling them tight and buckling them in place before raising Myra's wrists one at a time and hooking the chains onto the ceiling hooks, leaving her semi-suspended.

Myra was already effectively immobilised but Helen was not yet finished. Now she fetched a spreader bar of about three feet or so in length with similar shackles at each end, and did the same to Myra's ankles, so that her legs were held wide apart and her whole body was spread out in a starfish position.

Myra waited, acutely aware of how vulnerable she was and feeling very frightened as well as unexpectedly thrilled with her situation. She stared into the mirror, tense and apprehensive but with her jaw firmly set, determined not reveal her feelings her until her spanking was over. She would endure it, even possibly enjoy it, but she would not let her humiliation show.

The first smack caught her by surprise while she was still thinking about her circumstances, making her gasp with the sudden pain and jerk forward instinctively. Helen's hand had landed sharply across her bottom and it stung, but it was bearable. Eleven more smacks followed, she knew because she counted them, alternating from one side to the other, her cheeks stinging ferociously until her bottom felt to be on fire, and she gasped out loud to each one. Then it stopped, and after she had waited a short while Myra began to relax, thinking she had got away more lightly than she had expected.

‘Oh no!' Helens voice came sharply but from a distance away. ‘We're not finished yet.'

Myra looked into the mirror to see Helen reaching into the drawer once again, unsure within herself if she should be fearful or pleased that her spanking wasn't yet over. She had rather liked being the centre of attention, enjoying the awareness of other people's gaze wandering over her body, and she enjoyed the strange discomfort and shame of being spanked, but she didn't want to feel real pain, not real pain, and she was certain that was what Helen had in mind.

Helen straightened and came back to her, standing between her and the mirror and holding out a tawse, a leather strap about twenty inches long with one end split into three separate fingers.

‘I don't see why I should have to hurt my hands just to discipline you, do you? Smacking you was just to get you warmed up, just like an athlete warms up for the main event, and this strap is the main event.'

She held them up in front of Myra's face, showing her the supple dark brown leather as if in threat. Myra stared at them in alarm, genuine fear drying her mouth and making her shiver. Helen's unconcerned, matter of fact manner was driving home again to her just how defenceless and vulnerable she was in her wide displayed position.

Helen picked up her tawse and sauntered back around Myra, seemingly deliberately taking her time as if to prolong the agony of dread. Myra closed her eyes and set herself again, nervously waiting for whatever lay ahead.

She waited tense and fearful for what seemed an age, before she began to wonder what was happening and, wanting it all to be over, her eyes flickered open. To her amazement she could see in the mirror that the others were all undressing, shedding their clothes with the ease of people well used to each others nudity.

Even as she watched Nina stepped from her panties, letting them drop to the floor beside her and then standing to smile at Myra's reflection, displaying her very trim body without any sign of reticence or shyness. Myra stared back at the small dark brown breasts with their black nipples and felt an unanticipated surge of arousal run through her. With her flat belly, slender limbs and flawless skin, Nina was truly beautiful.

She pulled her eyes away and looked at the mirrored images of the other three, all now rather naked or almost so. If there ever had been any doubt before about what was to happen, it was completely dispelled now. She was to be involved in what appeared to be some kind of orgy. But then, she reminded herself, she had already been informed that they were all swingers.

‘Prepare yourself.'

Helen's words brought her sharply back into focus, pulling her attention from the two erections now on display to the imminent feel of leather on her bare skin. She planted herself as squarely as her captive position would allow and waited, trembling slightly. She tensed as she sensed the woman move to stand behind her.

The leather tawse landed with a distinct thwack across the firm flesh of her bottom, and it hurt, it really hurt. She cried out sharply and jolted forward, pulling at the shackles around her wrists as she instinctively jerked away from the source of her pain.

‘Stay still.'

Helen's instruction was easier said than obeyed, but Myra set herself again and waited the second stroke. She wasn't sure how many of them she could cope with, but now at least she knew what to expect. She could, she reminded herself, always walk away from both the punishment and her employment, if someone would release her. She gritted her teeth, determined to hold onto her job.

The sound of the second stroke and the pain came together, a deep burning sting that echoed the bleakness of the sound. Again she jerked forward a little, but this time she managed to control herself and recover immediately into her position.

She didn't want to do this, erotic spanking pain was one thing, but this was punishment pain and it was becoming too strong to be pleasurable. More strokes came, landing on alternating cheeks, each making Myra gasp and recoil with the hurt, until she was leaning forward, held upright only by the hooks above her. She couldn't help herself, self preservation made her automatically move away from the stroke even as she felt it coming.

She clenched her fists, closed her eyes and waited.

Then, unexpectedly, a soft hand touched her bottom, moving gently over her tender flesh, stroking and caressing her, exploring her.

‘Your immediate punishment will soon be over, and then I promise you, the rest of the evening will be more pleasant.' Helen's voice came as soft as her touch.

The rest of the evening? How long was this to go on for?

The hand dipped between her cheeks, sliding edgeways down her crack, hinting at what the voice had promised as it made a tiny contact with her pussy lips. She felt Helen's breasts make contact with her back as the woman leaned closer, hard nipples sliding briefly along her spine and making her shiver. Fingertips fondled her pussy, parted her labia and stroked along her slit. Instinct made her want to close her legs against this unbidden intrusion, but the spreader bar held her open and gave her the excuse to take illicit pleasure in the touch. She looked in the mirror to see that the other three were all intently watching Helen play with her, Grant had a hand moving gently along his shaft and Nina was absently fondling her own breasts.

‘Half way, just a dozen more.'

Abruptly the hand between her legs was withdrawn and Helen stood back a little to give herself room. Myra steeled herself for the final twelve, more confidant now that the end was in sight. She could endure the threatened dozen more, she felt certain of that.

The strap came again, swishing through the air before landing with its agonizing thwack. Myra jerked, her head arcing back as her body shifted forward. Tears burned in her eyes from the fierce pain that came from that new stroke of the tawse.

‘Stay still or there will be more.'

She nodded, accepting the reprimand, sniffing dejectedly and licking her lips before stiffening herself ready once more. She counted them off silently, grunting and gasping with pain each time but somehow managing to stop herself from moving. The last one was especially hard, as if Helen wanted to be sure it really hurt, and although Myra cried out loud, she still didn't move. Partly it was pride, but besides that she didn't want to let Helen have an excuse not to count any of the strokes. Now, happy that it was over, she let herself hang in her bonds, gasping and panting from what she had just endured.

‘Well done.' There was a trace of approval in Helen's voice. ‘Now all you have to do is prove you will do as you are told in future.'

Helen came back around to face Myra, standing directly in front of her with her eyes wandering over her exposed body. After what seemed to Myra to be a long probing and slightly embarrassing inspection her arm reached out and hooked around the back of Myra's head, pulling her forward until her arms were taut.

‘Let's find out how good you are at kissing.'

Before Myra had the chance to react, or even to think about what had been said, Helen had leaned forward and planted her mouth on Myra's, her tongue immediately probing between Myra's lips. Caught by surprise, it was a moment or two before Myra could respond, but then her own tongue joined in, dancing with Helen's and following when the blonde woman withdrew to explore her mouth as well.

It was a beautiful, sexy kiss. A long, unexpectedly passionate meeting of mouths and tongues that made both women moan softly with pleasure. Myra strained at her tethers, wanting to get closer, to put her arms around Helen and embrace her, but unable to move in any meaningful way. It was the first enjoyable experience of the evening, made more so by the contrast with what had gone before.

She felt Helen's free hand cup her breast briefly, fingers threading around her nipple and squeezing the firm flesh before trailing its way down her front and down between her legs. Myra gasped as Helen's fingers pushed their way between her labia, seeking and finding her entrance, two of them sliding easily inside her.

‘Hey, she's wet through.' Helen announced to everyone, making blood rush to Myra's face. ‘That spanking has really turned her on.'

It hadn't. Not as far as Myra's mind was concerned anyway, even though her perfidious body seemed to think otherwise. Helen's fingers investigated her, confirming her wetness, pushing deeper and wriggling around within her.

‘Is she very wet?' Jacob Hartley asked, Myra's apprehensive eyes flashing to his image in the mirror.

‘Oh yes, she's soaking. Come and see.' Helen pulled her hand away, briefly showing two shiny fingers to the others before returning it to between Myra's legs and searching for her clitoris.

Jacob came up behind Myra in answer to Helen's invitation, one hand going around her, cupping her breast as Helen had done, while the other slid between her buttocks, skating over her bottom and finding her vagina. His fingers were thicker than Helen's, but two of his slid inside her just as effortlessly.

Myra stood, legs and arms held widespread, unable to move, her face hot with shame and humiliation as the two touched and probed her body without either consideration or permission. Bizarrely, Myra was sure that had they taken her feelings into account she wouldn't have found the sensations anywhere near so exciting.

Helen had begun playing with Myra's clitoris, rubbing the little nub with two fingers, nipping it between them, pulling at it and then pressing it in. At the same time Jacob started to finger fuck her, his two fingers thrusting up into her repeatedly, making her gasp and shudder with increasing arousal.

‘Is it getting to you?' Helen asked her with a smile, pushing herself close and holding her with an arm around her back so that their breasts were pressed together.

Myra nodded mutely in reply, unable to verbally admit how she was feeling.

Helen chuckled, triumphantly aware that Myra was becoming more and more aroused by the two sets of fingers moving between her legs.

‘I think we can make her come.' She told Jacob over Myra's shoulder, rubbing harder at her clit.

‘So do I.' He agreed, bending slightly and gripping Myra's hip to steady himself before pushing a third finger into her and speeding up his thrusts.

She groaned, knowing that they were right and that an orgasm was becoming more and more likely. She didn't want to climax, didn't want to let them see her responding to their uninvited touches, but her body still thought differently. She began to move, wriggling in her bonds, her torso twisting and jerking in response to their fingers.

‘No, don't, please don't.'

They took no notice, hearing her unconscious needs hidden in her voice, rubbing and thrusting, fingers playing harder just to keep in contact with her gyrating body.

‘Oh God.'

She surrendered to her orgasm, letting the heat, pressure and sudden relief surge along the pathways of her nerves, feeling the waves of ecstasy sweep through her. They had made her come. Against her wishes they had made her come, turning her body against her in complete betrayal, but it felt so wonderful. The sensation of no longer being in charge of herself and having to let others see her at her most vulnerable doubled, trebled, her pleasure.

As soon as it was over both Helen and Jacob backed away and stood looking at her as she hung trembling in her shackles, brown skin covered in a sheen of sweat, chest heaving and mouth hanging half open. She wished they would look away, but at the same time she still enjoyed being subjected to the gaze of all four people present. For several minutes there was quiet apart from her laboured breathing, but then it was Nina who broke the silence.

‘Right. If you've finished playing with her, perhaps we can make use of her as we intended?'

Myra loved hearing herself spoken about instead of being spoken to, but even so she was wary of what they had in mind. Her bottom was still stinging from her punishment and so she knew they could be cruel if they wanted.

‘Yes.' Jacob assented. ‘We got a little sidetracked there, didn't we? Unhook her.'

The instruction must have been directed at Helen, Myra decided, for it was she who promptly knelt to release her ankles for the spreader before reaching up to do the same for her wrists. As she reached for the wrist chains she leaned so close to Myra that their nipples brushed together making Myra take a sharp breath of pleasure.

‘Not worn out yet then?' Helen asked her, continuing before Myra could answer. ‘That's good, because you've plenty to do yet.'

Myra rubbed her wrists where the cuffs had been and waited, wondering what she meant.

‘Myra?'

Jacob's voice ended her speculations and brought her back to reality with a jolt.

‘On the video from my office you were seen having oral sex with a white girl. True?'

Myra nodded, knowing that spoken confirmation wasn't needed.

‘Are you good at it?'

It was a question that caught her unawares and she just stood vacantly looking at him.

‘Well.' He began again. ‘Let's put it this way. Do you think your mouth is good enough to earn your reinstatement?'

So that was it. She was going to have to go down on him. That was to be the price of her continued employment.

‘If you can satisfy the four of us, you keep your job and, if you're very good, earn yourself a pay rise. But if not, then....'

Once again he didn't complete the sentence, but then he didn't need to. Myra was staring at him in amazement that he wanted her to go down on all of them, two men and two women. But whether she wanted to or not she knew that she would. Both her need to keep her job and her own sexual inclinations pointed her that way. All she wondered now was who was to be first, and that concern was soon answered for her.

‘We'll let Nina go first, shall we?' Jacob's question wasn't aimed at Myra, but to the other three. Her thoughts on the subject were completely irrelevant.

Nina glanced around at and, seeing no objection, sat on the end of the bed. She looked up at Myra and beckoned her across before lying back and raising her legs to plant her feet on the bed beside her, displaying herself ready for Myra's attentions.

‘I'm sorry we don't have a chair for you to sit in.'

Jacob's sarcasm was not lost on Myra, who smiled thinly at his reference to the misdemeanour that had brought her here. She went over and knelt before Nina, gazing at the pussy which was now going to be forced to lick.

Nina's pussy matched her stature, small and trim, with small dark lips and a neat little clitoris peeking demurely from under its hood. She was unshaven, but the tight little black curls were sparse and served only to emphasize the contrast between the dark brown skin and the bright wet inner flesh that framed her open vagina. Myra shuddered suddenly, a frisson of pure lust passing through her as the hot scent of horny woman reached her nostrils. Perhaps this was not going to be the ordeal that she had envisaged.

Myra placed her palms against Nina's inner thighs to hold them apart and leaned forward, her tongue poking from between parted lips, ready for that first taste.

Nina tasted as good as she looked, fresh and feminine, reacting to Myra's tongue with only a gentle sigh of pleasure.

‘God, that looks good.'

Myra felt a momentary alarm at the strange voice, until she realised that it was only Grant, who had until now had stood so silently with his very erect cock in his hand, watching everything that was happening, that Myra had almost forgotten his presence. She had half hoped that he would bring himself off before it got around to his turn, but a part of her was stimulated by the idea of satisfying four different people in turn and now she hoped that he wouldn't.

‘It bet it feels bloody good too.' Helen remarked laughingly, with just a hint of jealousy in her voice.

‘It'll be your turn soon.' Jacob assured her. ‘Then you can find out.'

Myra tried to ignore their remarks, but she couldn't prevent a tingle of delight at what was being said. It made her want even more to be sure that she made first Nina, and then the rest of them, enjoy as intense an orgasm as she already had, and now it wasn't just saving her job that spurred her on.

At first she let her tongue run the length of Nina's slit, savouring the warm wet taste of her juices, but soon she wanted more, licking around the entrance to Nina's passage and then thrusting her tongue in as far as it would reach, wishing that it was longer. She pushed it in harder, stabbing at Nina with her tongue as if it were a miniature cock. Nina moaned softly and wriggled under her attentions, making Myra grip the tops of her thighs to hold her still.

‘I think she's done that before, don't you?' Helen's voice tinkled with aroused amusement.

‘And you're hoping she's gonna do it again, aren't you?'

Grant was laughing at his horny wife, but in addition he was unintentionally making Myra hotter with his remark. It also served to remind her that she had four people to serve, and that her tongue wouldn't be able to last if she didn't calm things down a bit. Now instead she let it trail along Nina's slit until her mouth closed over her little clitoris, gripping it between lip-covered teeth and just flicking the end with the tip of her tongue.

This, it seemed, was exactly what Nina preferred, for it wasn't long before her hips were gently undulating and she was holding onto the back of Myra's head, pressing her face down onto her pussy. Nina's moans were now becoming louder and more insistent and Myra could feel her increasingly wet opening against her chin as she became more and more aroused.

She gripped Nina's clit gently between her teeth and leaned back slowly against the pressure of Nina's hand on her head, pulling at the little bud until it slipped from her grip and sprang back. Nina gasped loudly and pushed her pussy back into Myra's face, only holding still when her clit was once more gripped between none too gentle teeth. This time she held Myra's head tightly and pulled back herself, pulling her clit slowly from between Myra's teeth, only to call out again and then press herself forward for it to be done again. On the fourth time she gasped and jerked as her clit came free, immediately pulling Myra into her and rubbing her pussy over her face as her orgasm finally hit, holding her there as she jerked and jolted wildly so that Myra could only hold out her tongue as Nina's pussy moved against it.

‘Sorry' Nina smiled wanly down at Myra's wet and shining face afterwards. ‘But it was just so good I had to do it.'

‘I'm glad.' As she said it Myra realised that it was true - she was glad.

‘Okay, now it's my turn.' Jacob sat on the bed next to his wife, pushing at her in an impatient attempt to get her to move over.

‘Good god man, let me get my breath back.' Nina complained, but moved anyway, letting Jacob sit in her place with one leg either side of Myra's shoulders and his erection nodding in front of her face.

‘Let's see what you can do with that.' He said to her, using one hand to point his long black cock at her mouth. ‘And make sure you do a good job.'

That, Myra thought to herself, was not something she needed telling now she had started. She loved using her mouth, be it with a man or a woman, and she prided herself in being able to make both sexes come equally strongly.

She leaned forward and closed her mouth over the end, pushing his foreskin back with her lips and letting her tongue swirl around the head. He sighed with pleasure and flopped down onto his back, content to let her get on with it.

Using one hand to cup and fondle his balls, and the other to hold the base of his cock, Myra set about satisfying her boss, knowing that she needed to make him happy at least out. She pushed her mouth as far down his shaft as possible, taking as much of his length into her mouth as she could without gagging, using her tongue stud to stimulate the underside of his cock as her head bobbed up and down. He sighed again and she smiled to herself, knowing that she was doing what was required of her.

‘See?' She heard Helen say to someone. ‘And you'll be getting that treatment soon.'

‘And if it's not soon I'm gonna explode anyway.' Grant answered his wife.

‘Well you're going to have to wait a little while. I'm next.'

‘No, it's me. I can't wait that long.'

For some reason, even though it was not something she was doing by choice, Myra found it pleasing that the pair were bickering over her services, although that was soon brought to and abrupt end.

‘Shut up, the both of you.' Jacob raised his head and glared at them over Myra's back. ‘It's Helen next. We're going woman then man in turn.'

That put paid to any more arguments, and Myra carried on sucking and licking at Jacob's cock, still taking it deep into her mouth but now speeding up her rhythm. In a way it pleased Myra to know that she would probably end the evening with a mouthful of cum from Grant. But before that a first mouthful was imminent. Jacob had settled back and was beginning to tense as his balls filled with cream.

It was a good job that Myra could read the signs, for Jacob gave her no warning. His pelvis suddenly lifted from the bed, pushing him even deeper into Myra's throat, and he shot his first spurt of cum into her mouth. She gulped and swallowed, determined not to pull away or to choke, staying just ahead of his flow as spurt after spurt followed the first one into her mouth, until eventually his spurts dwindled away to nothing and he collapsed back onto the bed with a deep sigh, his cock already softening in Myra's mouth. Soon it slipped from between her lips and she sat back onto her heels, waiting between his legs for his next move and knowing that Helen would be taking his place.

‘I've got to say.' He gasped after a minute or so. ‘You're pretty good at that.'

‘Thank you.' She acknowledged his compliment with an unexpected sense of pride.

He lay back for several minutes, trying to regain his breath with nobody willing to ask the boss to move over as he had with Nina. Myra didn't mind, it gave her mouth and tongue a chance to rest at was to be the half way point of her test. Although, she admitted to herself, it was getting to be quite an enjoyable test.

Eventually Jacob lifted his leg around Myra's head and rolled away, looking up at the waiting pair as he did so.

‘Helen.' He nodded her into the space he had just vacated in front of Myra's face, reinforcing his decision to let women precede men.

‘Don't take too long Helen.' Grant called out. ‘Or I might not hold out.'

‘Shut up, greedy.' Helen replied with a smile. ‘You'll get yours.'

Helen placed herself as Nina had done, legs wide and pussy presented right before Myra's face.

Her pussy was different to Nina's. Her blonde fuzz was more abundant, her labia were fuller, the inner lips especially long, and her clitoris was noticeably larger. Myra stared at it for a few moments, enjoying the sight and scent, and then moved forward, her lips parted ready. This was the kind of pussy she preferred, soft and puffy, and very, very wet.

This time Myra didn't attempt to probe Helen's vagina as she had with Nina, but began instead by parting the wing-like labia with her thumbs and then making long sweeps of her tongue up and down the length of her slit, flicking at her prominent clitoris each time, and each time making Helen grunt and flinch. She kept this up for several minutes, hoping to bring Helen to climax this way, but then Helen grabbed her hair to hold her still.

‘Lick my clit.'

Obediently Myra closed her mouth over Helen's long clit, sucking it into her mouth and then nibbling at it gently with her teeth.

‘Harder.'

Once again Myra did as she was told, biting the little shaft between two front teeth and lapping rapidly at the very end.

‘Oh yes, that's it.'

Myra smiled into Helen's pussy, happy to have got things right, and wondered how long it would be before she came and Myra would have to move on to her next, and last, subject.

‘Christ, will you look at her pussy, it's sopping wet.'

For a moment Myra thought Grant was referring to his wife, but then she realised it was her own wet pussy that he was looking at and felt a quick flash of embarrassed pride.

‘I wouldn't mind some of that.' He went on, his voice full of childish envy.

‘Well fuck her then, if that's what you want. But not yet.' Jacob's exasperation was clear. ‘I don't care what you do, so long as she finishes all four of us.'

‘Right. I will.'

Myra listened to this exchange with consternation. Did they expect her to simply go along with anything they wanted? With a sharp jolt of adrenalin she hoped they did. She was hot and horny again, and, perhaps because others were taking the responsibility, up for literally anything. She lapped harder at Helen's clit, wanting to feel her writhing in orgasm so that she could move on to being fucked, although there was no sign of Helen coming just yet.

‘Was she as wet as this before.' Grant was asking.

‘Not quite, I don't think.' Jacob had moved around directly behind her to take a look.

She felt a hand on her bottom, a large hand that was cool against the heat of her recently disciplined skin, eagerly stroking her buttocks. She paused in what she was doing, not sure what was going to happen, her mouth still pressed against Helen's pussy and her thumbs holding her open.

‘Pack it in Grant.' Helen complained. ‘You're putting her off.'

‘Fucking hell....' Grant grumbled until Jacob's voice remonstrated.

‘Leave her Grant; it'll be your turn soon enough.'

The hand went away and Myra turned her attention back to making Helen come, her tongue picking up its rhythm where she had left off.

Although Helen was making pleasure noises almost from the start, showing that she was enjoying the attention, it took some minutes before Myra's work began to have an effect. In fact Myra was just beginning to worry that she was never going to make the woman come when Helen's noises began to get louder and her pelvis began to swivel gently beneath her mouth. Myra smiled in triumph, recognising the signs, and moved her hand so that she could push two fingers into Helen's slippery passage. Now she could tongue her in time to the thrusts of her fingers, gripping her clit a little tighter between her teeth to maintain her hold.

‘I'm going to come.' Helen announced loudly, her hand landing on the back of Myra's head and clamping her mouth into place.

At the point of orgasm Helen went rigid, much to Myra's surprised relief, all her muscles tensing and her legs clamping around Myra, holding her in place and letting her continue licking at her clit and fingering her all the way through. Helen's staccato gasps and moans now turned into one long keening sound that lasted until she finally subsided into a sweating panting heap, and even then she held Myra tightly in place with both legs and a restraining hand while post orgasmic aftershocks hit her every couple of seconds.

Eventually her orgasm and its aftermath finally subsided and Helen loosened her leg hold, but instead of moving away as Myra expected, she hooked her hands under Myra's arms and hauled her up so that she was still kneeling on the floor but now lying partially on top of her partner.

‘Come here.' Helen gasped, wrapping her arms tightly around Myra. ‘Let me hold you. God, but you're good.'

Myra was too surprised to do anything other than acquiesce, grateful in a way for a chance to get her own breath back again. In any case, it felt nice to have a supple female body partially beneath her, the fluff of wiry blonde hair tickling her abdomen and her face close to Helen's soft breasts. She raised her head to look into Helen's face, smiling her pleasure at the hands that now ran up and down caressing her back and shoulders.

‘Come on Helen, move over. It's my turn.' Grant interrupted them impatiently. ‘I'm going to fuck her if I ever get the chance.' He added peevishly.

‘Then fuck her.' Helen retorted. ‘She on her fucking knees for you, what more do you want?'

She tightened her grip around Myra, clearly demonstrating that she wasn't about to release her. In fact, as Grant moved into position behind Myra, Helen pulled her even closer, wrapping her legs around Myra's back as if to present her own pussy to be fucked.

‘Kiss me while he does it.' She whispered. ‘I've never kissed a girl at the same time as Grant's fucking her.

It was a strange request, but it was an idea that gave Myra an unexpected thrill. To share a fuck like that was something entirely new as far as Myra was concerned. But, then this was turning into quite an evening of firsts one way or another. She felt Grants hand on her lower back as he steadied himself, and then the end of his cock sliding down her cleft, skating over her anus and seeking her vagina. She held herself motionless, looking into Helen's eyes and smiling as her husband introduced his cock to her entrance.

‘He's inside me.' She whispered as his length slid into her.

Helen nodded. ‘I know. I can feel him pushing at you.'

Grant paused for a minute while he shuffled a little closer, then, gripping her hips, he started thrusting into her, his belly slamming into the welts of her earlier spanking, making her grunt from the surprisingly enjoyable discomfort. The hurt was easily offset by the pleasure of him shoving Myra against his wife and making her pubes rub against Helen's. It felt strange, but it felt good, and Myra was certain that it could very well be enough to make her climax again. Each time Grant pushed into her she gasped, and beneath her Helen gasped too, until the pair smiled at each other, acknowledging their synchronisation.

‘God, this is getting to me.' Helen whispered.

‘And me.' Myra replied.

‘Kiss me.' Helen murmured, raising her head, closing her eyes, and parting her lips ready.

Myra placed hand behind Helen's head to bring her closer and then lowered her mouth to hers, their lips meeting perfectly even though Grant was thrusting harder then ever into Myra's pussy. She could feel his cock sliding the full length of her passage until his hips collided with her tender bottom and she jerked forward to transfer the movement to Helen's pussy, and she got pleasure from both contacts.

Helen had also placed a hand behind Myra's head, and despite the sharp rocking and jolting of Grant's cock thumping into Myra ever harder and faster, the two women were able to maintain their kiss, lips moulded to one another and tongues moving together. Instead of something to be endured to try and keep hold o her job, it was becoming one of the most exciting episodes in Myra's life. She could feel her arousal getting stronger and stronger and that familiar hotness was growing inside her pelvis telling her that she was soon going to come again.

‘I think I'm going to come again soon.' She told Helen, whispering in a little gap between deep kisses.

‘You and me both.' Helen answered her, pulling her mouth back down to her own.

Grant had said nothing, but Myra could tell by the way his thrusts were becoming more urgent and less coordinated that he too was getting close. For a giddy moment she wondered what it would be like if they all came together, pushing the unlikely idea from her mind as her body started to make urgent statements of its own.

She was going to come. There was no doubt about it now, the sensations were growing inside her, building steadily towards that fabulous explosion of ecstasy that she loved so much. She moaned and grunted unintelligibly into Helen's mouth, trying to wordlessly convey her state to the other woman. Helen didn't acknowledge her understanding, instead she just kissed her even harder, clamping her mouth more securely onto Myra's, her arms and legs squeezing her ever more tightly.

Behind her Grant began to groan, his fingertips painfully spearing Myra's hips as he rammed himself as deeply as he could into her pussy, his belly beating a jagged rhythm on her reddened backside. He was close to coming and so was Myra, perhaps it would happen simultaneously.

It did. Grant pulled himself back until his cock almost slipped from Myra's wet and slippery hole and then rammed forward into her just as her own orgasm detonated within her. She felt his cock twitch and jerk as it reached her depths and the first gush of his cream sprayed her cervix. The expanding waves of pleasure made her cry out, the sound muffled by Helen's mouth and echoed by her blonde partner who, at that very moment, began to convulse and spasm beneath her. Her vision had come true; they were all climaxing at the same moment.

Myra was trapped, beautifully trapped between to climaxing bodies, unable to do anything except go with the flow, letting the waves of her own orgasm surge and ebb inside her, turning her nervous system into molten ecstasy and her mind into a helpless mix of fantastic sensations.

Beneath her Helen was rubbing herself against Myra's pubes, trying to satisfy her own needs, her nails biting into Myra's shoulder and heels hammering at her back, while at the same time Grant pumped spurt after spurt of cum deep into her pussy, his ever harder thrusts pushing her painfully into his own wife's pubic bone.

She wasn't sure who finished first, maybe it was Grant, for he abruptly slipped from her, and then slumped to the floor with a strange groan of satisfied anguish before backing slowly away, as if content to have come but sorry it was over. At roughly the same time her own orgasm subsided, perhaps missing his pounding cock, and Helen's transformed into a similar shuddering ending as before, so that she held Myra close for a long time, extending both of their enjoyment, until she finally released her hold and Myra also slid to the floor panting for breath.

It was several minutes before anyone could speak, and when someone did it was none of the three participants, it was Nina.

‘That was a hell of a thing to watch.' She commented hoarsely.

‘It was a hell of a thing to do.' Helen laughed breathlessly. ‘I've never felt anything as good, that is a fact.'

‘And was it worth the wait.' Jacob teased a now silent Grant.

‘Fuck, yes.' He was still panting for breath and unable to say more.

Myra rolled until her back was against the foot of the bed and looked about her, wondering what would happen now. Jacob saw the expression on her face and smiled.

‘Do we all agree that Myra should continue in our employ?' He asked, looking round.

‘Oh yes.' Helen affirmed stoutly. ‘We can't lose this one.'

Nina giggled softly. ‘I agree.'

‘What about you, Grant.' Jacob asked after a moment.

Grant nodded and then grinned. ‘I reckon she's earned that pay rise too.'

‘I was coming to that.' Jacob told him and then turned to Myra, his nakedness suddenly incongruous to the more serious subject. ‘We're going to pay you an extra ten percent, and...' He paused for effect. ‘And you'll find a little bonus in your next pay packet.'

‘Thank you Mr Hartley.' Myra couldn't bring herself use his first name now they were discussing employment terms, and he didn't seem to mind.

‘You've earned it.' He looked at her, trying to appear stern through his lack of clothes and failing. ‘And if you keep your nose clean and don't break any more rules, maybe we can arrange for you to come back here when we have another more informal get together.'

She knew exactly what he meant and she was still smiling as she pulled on her clothes.