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“You… my job?” Her mind raced. Her legs trembled, making her feel as if she might collapse to the ground. “My old job? You’ll… I will get paid?”

“Yes, bitch.” Mamba smirked. “Everything will go back to normal for you. It will almost seem as if you have traveled back in time to the point right before you decided to challenge me. Hopefully, you will have learned from your mistakes and will do what you know is best. That is, if you accept my offer.”

“If I don’t?” she dared to ask.

“This is the final time I want to see you here in my office. I’m getting tired of this arrangement. Either you agree and take your old job back, or you will go to prison for not paying me.”

She knew that she had no choice. While it would be absolutely awful to work with him and make the terrible sorts of videos he wanted, she couldn’t help but feel that it would be worth it just to get her life back. Part of being an adult and a successful businessperson was doing things that had to be done, whether they were desirable or not.

“I accept,” she said.

“You accept what?”

Charlotte gave herself a mental slap and steadied herself. “I would love to have my job back, sir, if you will give it to me.”

“Good cunt. You can have your job. I’ll send you the details soon. Now get out of my office.”

“Thank you,” Charlotte whispered. She bent and snatched up her clothes, forgetting herself in her relief. Her breasts bounced, her swollen and wet labia jiggling.

Mamba laughed aloud with delight and clapped his hands, a slow and mocking clap that followed her even as she fled, half-dressed, from his office.

Chapter fifteen

How low can you go?

Mambaemailedherearlythe next morning, somehow having gotten access to the new address she’d been forced to set up after he took the old one down. The email was short, brief, and to the point. To be briefed on the requirements of her job, she was to drive to him at his mansion on the outskirts of the city. And because this was Mamba, he couldn’t make it easy on her. He included the stipend that, to be accepted for her job, she had to be dressed properly. That was, not dressed at all.

Charlotte reread the last couple of sentences, her lips moving, struggling to make sense of them. “When you are five miles from my home, you stop and get out of your vehicle and strip down to nothing. When you show up at my front door, you must be wet. I will know if you do not follow these instructions exactly.”

In order to be wet, she would have to masturbate. Masturbating while driving sounded extremely dangerous. She bit her lip, debating on arguing the point with him. She’d masturbate in front of him if he wanted, but to risk her life fucking herself while in a speeding vehicle?

Then again, she wasn’t kidding anyone. She’d had her head doused in bleach and went under the scalpel at his bequest. She had been risking her health for him this whole time in order to meet his ridiculous demands. This was no different. If she got in a wreck, then she would no longer have to worry about pleasing him, and he wouldn’t have to pay her for a job she would most likely suck at. She almost wondered if he intended for her to get in an accident and perish, if that was his true plan. A man like him could have someone killed rather easily, but he was more subtle than that. He wanted her to be ashamed even when she died, pulled naked and with her fingers still in her pussy from the wreckage.

She didn’t get in a wreck but she was ashamed regardless of what she was doing when, on the way to his home, she reached the point where she would need to pleasure herself if she wanted to be wet for him by the time she arrived.

Charlotte removed one hand from her steering wheel and right away found her car canting to the left, her grip unbalanced. She quickly fixed herself, getting all four tires back within the lines, her heart pounding hard in her chest, beating on her rib cage. She never even ate while driving, or drank, and hardly ever fiddled with the radio, preferring to listen to a series of endless blue jazz CDs. This was the first time she would be intentionally distracting herself.

Charlotte dropped her speed by five miles and put on cruise control, hedging her bets. She put her hand on her crotch and rubbed herself through the material of her pants. Her full lips filled out the material, stretching it. By running her fingers over the thin denim, she could feel the shape of herself.

She was dry as a bone, her pussy as still as a rock carving.

Using her one hand, she undid the button on her jeans and pulled the zipper down. She pushed her hand inside her panties and slid her fingers through her warm, dry slit. Not so much as a tingle occurred.

“Come on,” she growled, pushing her fingers against her pussy, rubbing vigorously up and down, still to no result. She was getting nearer to Mamba’s road, the side street that led away from the highway. The street was little more than five miles long, which meant she needed to also get naked soon. Time was running out for her.

Charlotte tried to think of the times when she had been horny recently and what had gotten it started. Running through the options, she found herself fixating on that first moment, when she watched Katrina writhing around on the couch, at the mercy of the vibrator inside her.

Maybe she should have brought along a sex toy, but the only one she had was a dildo and she would really wreck the car if she had to thrust a dildo inside herself. A vibrator would have been better. Too bad that the only thing vibrating right now was her car.

My car.

An idea came to her, so devilish and naughty that she knew it would work.

Mamba’s road was ahead, in the distance, meandering away from the highway and past scrubby meadows to a wooded area.

Charlotte flipped on her emergency flashers and pulled off onto the side of the road. Cars blasted by her in both directions. One coming her way honked at her, while another seemed on the verge of slowing down to assist her before speeding off again.

Her stomach was in knots as she climbed out of her car, standing on the grassy shoulder of the road. She couldn’t see cars for quite a ways in either direction.

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