To Keep Her Job She Had To Submit! Here is a scorching tale of bondage and domination from a striking new voice in erotic literature. When the senior design job promised to Emma Long goes to the elegant, spike-heeled Jennifer Caldwell, Emma can\'t help wondering what she must do in order to earn the promotion she desires. Little does she know that her corporate superiors are already observing her most intimate moments, or that the role they have in mind for her is rather different from the powerful position she imagines for herself. Soon, she finds herself trapped in a humiliating world of high heels, slave collars, and compulsory training, and utterly at the mercy of her employers. It seems there\'s only one hope of rescue: her nice-guy colleague Charlie, who has long worshipped her from afar. But will Charlie be able to resist the reward on offer from the corporation--a reward that includes both Jennifer Caldwell and Emma herself? Spike Trap is destined to be a modern classic of masters and slaves! Cover: Elspeth Fahey
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PROLOGUE
Manning started the surveillance system and switched to the bathroom
view. The image filled his screen, panning and zooming in response to
his practiced touch on the joystick. His free hand moved discreetly
down behind his desk, towards his groin.
She was there, right on schedule, the shower already running. The
display was so sharp that Manning could see the individual drops that
splashed and condensed on the clear plastic shower screen, could make
out the rivulets that ran down to the acrylic base.
He wasn't interested in details like that, though.
Emma pulled off her sneakers and stepped out of her jeans. It was a
shame she always wore jeans, he thought, because she had fantastic
legs: long, slender and shapely.
Manning zoomed to a close-up of her ankles. They looked so dainty, so
exquisitely feminine that he longed to press his thumb into the
fragile and inviting hollows that straddled the delicate joint.
Instead, he pressed harder against his cock, listening to the sound
of running water and his own breathing, which was coming in short,
heavy wheezes.
He pulled the view back just as Emma shucked her tee shirt over her
head. There was no bra underneath, just the creamy perfection of her
breasts, displayed like two handfuls of goddess-flesh to his
voyeuristic gaze.
A little more than two handfuls if anything, he thought with a smirk.
Not too much more, though. Just how he liked them, in fact.
Manning tracked the girl as she crossed the room, treating himself to
a fully-zoomed close up of her nipples, ringed with delectably dark
and puckered aureoles, succulent, inviting. He wondered what they'd
taste like, how it would feel to roll them between his finger and
thumb.
He could almost hear the way she'd squeal as she tried to writhe
away.
`She's a pretty one, isn't she?`
Manning jerked his hand guiltily away from his groin and turned to
face his visitor. `I wish you'd knock, Martelsen.`
`Why bother? It's hardly a secret, for any of us.`
`Even so, a manager needs some privacy in his office?`
`So I can see.` Martelsen leaned over to peer at Manning's screen.
Emma was in the cubicle now; all that could be seen were her discarded
sneakers and clothes. `Such a shame she doesn't dress more?
elegantly,` he said. `I honestly think you might do something about
that, old man.`
`Really? Do you think she's ready?`
`Yes. We've been observing her for weeks now, and I've been going
over her latest psych profiles. It's time we took her in hand.`
`Then I'll see what I can do.`
Martelsen gestured at the screen and then at the camera controls.
`This could be a bit steamier, couldn't it?`
`No problem,` Manning said, and both men leaned forward as he
switched the view to the inside of the shower cubicle, and to Emma's
wet, naked body.
