Keeping the Boss’s Secret

VERONICA'S POV

I stared at the paper in my hand and back at both of them, my eyes not able to show exactly what and how I was feeling.

“You want me to serve you both?” I whispered and glanced around the office, like we were being watched.

“Yes and in turn you keep a million dollars. That's a lot of money” my boss’ wife spoke softly, her eyes, the same soft brown eyes that had always landed on me whenever she got here.

I swallowed and glanced back at the paper again. ‘One fucking million dollars was a lot of money!’

I was broke, about to be kicked out of my apartment. My mom was sick , my younger brother had school fees to pay and well, my dad was owing too many people.

“You get half of the money immediately you sign that” my boss finally spoke up after ignoring me the whole time.

“The paper doesn't state the service. It only states here that I have to be at your beck and call anywhere, anytime” I blinked rapidly, reading quickly from the paper and back at them.

“You'll…”

“It's simple, Rebecca. You will be our sex slave. It's not stated there because the paper could get into wrong hands” my boss cut in, calmly. 

I looked to his wife, her tongue wetting her bottom lip as she looked at me intensely making me swallow hard, my eyes widening before glancing to back at my boss.

This wasn't a joke… right?

I had forgotten how to breath.

‘A sex slave?’

‘These things were real?’

My thoughts must have reflected on my face because my boss cleared his throat, throwing his head back to look at his wife who nodded at him in silent communication.

He sighed and his fingers tapped at his desk. Something he did when he was growing impatient.

His wife wound her hand around his shoulder, “I know this is a lot and it came suddenly but you could think about it and…”

“Why?” I cut her off, my head bowed. I knew my answer. I saw the answer. She had to be the one who suggested the idea.

With the way her eyes drank me in when she came vising and the lingering look on my lips… this was it?

“My wife has a thing for you and I love to make her happy” his voice finally sliced through the silence of the room.

I shook my head, “why me?” I whispered, chest thumping hard before I heard the clash of heels against marble approach me.

My breath quickened but I was afraid to look up. I was scared to look at my boss but I had nowhere to run.

Her shadow enveloped my seated being and the suddenness of her touch caused me to jump as she crouched over me.

Her hands slid down my shoulder in a warm and slow caress as if to ease my stiff body but her hand went to my clothed thigh and spread it open.

My mouth flew open, my lashes flustered before looking at Mr. Vaughn.

He sat leaned back in his seat watching us, his eyes dancing between my spread out thighs and his wife with pure…. Admiration? 

“Because…”, she breathed against my neck and I shuddered in response.

She traced her index finger along my thigh making my thighs jerk as she kissed the side of my face.

Mr. Vaughn adjusted in his seat, the rhythmic tap of his brooks on the marble as if to control the ranging hard on poking through his pants.

“You”

Her hands traced upwards , going past the length of the pencil skirt that had ridden upwards. I squirmed in anticipation.

“Want” she moved upwards stopping just above few inches away from my pulsing and ever sensitive part.

“This” she concluded and tapped on my panty clad bud, my back arched and both our breathes quickened.

She repeated the teasing motion again, making my back arch more painfully. My boss eyes never left the scene but even as professional as he seemed, his eye had drooped and his neck was beginning to slack from desire.

Suddenly the touch disappeared and she backed away from me.

“There's your answer, Roni” she said stepping away, leaving me to fight for composure. I was so horny and I looked like I would cry.

She didn't lie.

Those moments of intense eye contact we shared when she came to visit her husband, my boss, or the sweet name calling and mistaken touches, this was it?

Without thinking, well let's say I'd imagined this for over a year now and I just had to get my wildest imaginations to fruition.

I picked up the pen and signed.

I placed the paper before them on the table, my legs bouncing nervously and the air feeling thick as I tried to level my breathing.

“You'll come by the house after work to see the rules, those will need your fingerprint to sign”, my boss finally spoke up and I nodded because words had failed me.

 I had just done the most dangerous thing since my days on earth.

“If you'll excuse me sir” I mumbled, using the seat to support my shivering frame as I stood up but Stella looked like she was going to say something before Mr Vaughn held up his hand to stop her.

“Let her be love, she just made a tough decision.” I had never been more thankful for his understanding in my life and I speed walked out, shutting the door behind me before heading to the restroom.

I stared in the mirror but all the swirling emotions were gone. I didn't have any feelings anymore, just a reflection of my ginger hair and oval face with full lips and long lashes.

So much for a princess, I finally thought and chuckled, before the sound turned to pain and tears rolled freely.

I wasn't a saint but never would I have imagined I'd be with a man and his wife for money. I jumped at the vibration of the phone in my pocket.

Pulling it out and staring blankly at the screen, my tears dried up. These people weren't kidding, sitting pretty in my account was five hundred thousand dollars!

I forgot how to breath and kept staring at my screen dumbfounded.

This was how much people could spend for sex?

I washed my face and stared at my reflection again before drawing in a deep breathe and stepping out, only this time I didn't know what to do, go back to the office or go to my desk?

So I did what I could think of… my desk.