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Dirty Secrets Of A Working Woman His Proposal
I watch as he steps closer and smiles at me."Alexis, your manager...erm, Elon, said I would find you here," he looks towards the door, and I laugh."Let me guess, he was fucking someone when you arrived and didn't care to stop?" I smile at him, and he nods."Seen as our night got cancelled early, I came to rearrange it and discuss a few issues, which recently just came too lightly," he says as he pulls the chair out."You're late!" The voice has me whipping my head around. "Move your fucking ass!" Dale screams at me."A lower tone and nicer language might work better," Mr Pierce looks at him."What? Fuck off, asshole, move it, Alexis!" He shouts, and I stand. I am late, I was meant to be filming five minutes ago. I go to walk over and Mr Pierce stops me."She won't be walking any further until you ask her politely," he says while smirking."Consider yourself fired, mate, I'm telling Elon, so get lost," Dale glares at him."You can't fire me; I don't work for you." Mr Pierce grins and
Dirty Secrets Of A Working Woman Agreement
Biting my lip, I look at him; if he's not going to distribute the video, then Elon won't know about it."I'm pretty sure I said you don't bite that lip anymore," he says as his finger pulls my lip free of my teeth."You won't distribute it?" I ask."No. I have someone I know I can trust to edit it. Once he has edited it and given me the copy, he wipes everything. I will keep one single copy on my laptop, protected with a password, and give another copy to you. Two copies, no more," he explains."Okay, then I will agree," I reply."I will collect you, say, at seven tonight?" he asks."You want to do it tonight?" I have no problem with that, but I didn't think he would be in that much of a rush."No, I plan to take you out for food, and we will discuss the payment, where you want the video sent, and such. I will also bring proof that the person I have editing it has signed an NDA, so you can be sure Elon will not know," he explains, and I nod."Seven is fine, thank you," I reply. I'm gl
Dirty Secrets Of A Working Woman Dinner Date
We walk in, and instantly, the voices stop, and I feel all the eyes on me. Eros is grinning like he doesn't care that he just walked into a fancy restaurant with what looks like a prostitute on his arm.The talking picks up again but is far quieter, and I know I'm now the topic of communication. As we're guided to a table, I keep my head up. Refusing to shy away or hide.A woman gawps at me, and a look of disgust covers her face. I almost say something until her anger turns to her apparent husband, who's staring at my body.Instead, I laugh and continue to walk. Sitting down, Eros smiles."See, not so bad, was it?" He grins at me."No, I think the guys didn't speak about it, or if they did, they no doubt were asking how to hire me," I replied."I like you, you're witty." He grins at me, and my eyes roll. It wasn't a joke; the women clearly were disgusted by me, and the guys are no doubt going to try and ask Eros later how to find me.The waitress brings the menus. I glance through it.
Dirty Secrets Of A Working Woman The Money Side
We've eaten and now are talking. He's shown me the NDA his person has signed to confirm they won't discuss the footage he has to edit. It all is legit."How much do you get? Is it a set amount?" He looks at me."I get 40 per cent, that is after the costs of the studio are taken out, the cost of editing, and everything else." It might seem like I should get a lot from the work I do, but when you consider the cost of editing the footage, the workers who shoot it, and everything else, it drops."I just can't see the math adding up, Alexis. If you consider the fifty I was giving him, you were getting ten per cent of it. Now, I'm not sure who he uses, but five thousand is 40 per cent of about 12.5. I'm good with numbers, that means, he's paying out over thirty thousand in editing costs from this video that he didn't need to hire people to film as I had the cameras set up."His head tilts, and he looks at me. Shit. Technically, I should be getting far more than the five thousand Elon offere
Dirty Secrets Of A Working Woman His Touch
I feel more anxious today than I did yesterday or the first time I met Eros. I'm hiding in his bathroom—I say hiding, but he knows where I am, so it's not exactly hiding.Still, I have been in here for over twenty minutes and can't seem to force myself to open the door. I'm freaking the fuck out. Not over what is going to happen, I actually crave it, and him for some bizarre reasons.I'm freaking out over the kiss last night, well, both of them. It went from business to pleasure, and now I'm not entirely comfortable taking money for this. I'll still do it, but I feel like I should give him back the money.Yeah, this feels personal now—too personal—and I hate that it is starting with him paying me. The knock breaks me out of my thoughts."Are you still alive in there?" Eros asks, his voice full of humour. "There is a second door behind the long mirror if you want to run and hide." His words make me smile, as he's clearly laughing and mocking me.Walking to the door, I open it and face
Dirty Secrets Of A Working Woman Craving Him
I watch as he moves and picks up the blindfold, my body shaking as he places it over my eyes. Gripping my hands, he ties them above my head, and then there's just the sound of him walking around the room.Each time I hear something move, I question what it is, and if he will use it. I hate not being able to see, but at the same time, I crave it.The hard tap against my clit has me jump and screaming, I prepare myself for it again, only it hits my breast.I feel his breath against my ear as he chuckles. "And that, is why you need a blindfold, it adds to the feeling. You can't anticipate where it will be next." His words end, and I scream, feeling the whip hit."Or what I will use next." I don't care what he uses next as long as he hurries the fuck and does it. My body jumps as the crop hits against my clit again. I barely recover before it hits against my breast then the whip hits against my ass.My body shakes, and I'm glad he's tied my arms above my head. He keeps going, alternating
Dirty Secrets Of A Working Woman Over Time
His body pushes mine, and I feel my arms hook against something metal. The feel of rope wrapping around the top of my arms. Then, more rope is wrapped around the top of my chest above my breasts, then below them, and around my waist."Try to move." I go to move but I can't, I can't push my chest up or anything. It's like I'm stuck in the same position."I can't, sir," I pant, and he kisses my neck."Good." His word is growled, and I shake, feeling the dagger run down my body. He's got it flat against me, so it doesn't even scratch. As it reaches my hip, it turns, and he drags it along my body. I feel the blade scratching against my skin.My body tries to push closer to the blade to get more, but it doesn't move. As it reaches my breast, he drags it along to the other and then down that side of my body. The knife lifts, and I relax slightly before I feel something push inside of me, his hand moves it faster and I cry out.I go to close my legs to stop the pleasure, and he stops me. His
Dirty Secrets Of A Working Woman His Place
I wake up in bed, a very comfortable bed. I feel like I've slept for weeks. Moving, I sit up and glance around; I'm not in the same room as before. This is just a normal bedroom.Climbing from the bed, I glance around, unable to see my dress anywhere. I'm guessing he left it in the other room. Opening a door, I see his clothes and grab a shirt.I carry it through to another door. Opening the door slowly, I peer inside and see the bathroom. Stepping in, I look in the mirror and try to fix my hair, although it's a mess.My eyes drop and I see the bruises across my neck in the mirror, glancing down, I see more across my body along with cuts and bite marks. Smiling, I put the shirt on.It's getting dark now, I lost the entire day. Walking from the bathroom to the bedroom, I open the last door and step into a hallway. I follow the sound of Eros's voice and enter a large sitting area.He's sat discussing something with Olivia. His eyes raise as I walk towards him."Leave," he looks at Olivi
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