The traffic was light and the journey to Whetstone only took 15 minutes. On the way, I gave Tammy the lowdown on the guys at Orbital Motors and told her what I thought of them. My new friend made it clear that Melvin expected me to work on the guys and help build their ties to the dealership. He told her on the phone that he couldn't afford to lose another experienced salesman.

Tammy confirmed that Melvin was pleased with my performance with Tom; and following that success he wanted to discuss my interactions with the other salesmen. That could only mean one thing - encourage their sexual advances and make them believe I would provide sexual favours while they worked for Melvin.

The other piece of news was that Tammy would be working at the dealership until Melvin found a replacement receptionist. I relaxed massively hearing that news. The way the men treated me wouldn't change but I had an ally at work and a shoulder to cry on.

When I pulled onto the forecourt, I spotted Peter Atkins strolling between the cars, clipboard under his arm. He recognized my Mini, did an about turn and headed for my parking space, which I was backing into. He arrived just as I opened my door.

"Zoe, am I glad to see you." He peered over the door to watch me swing my legs out.

Bearing in mind what Tammy had just been telling me, I opened my thighs just long enough for him to spy the bulging triangle of my black gauze thong. He raised his eyes to mine, then across the top of the roof where Tammy was standing.

I stood up and gave him a huge smile. "Peter, I've brought my friend, Tammy, to meet Melvin..."

He raised his hand. "Hi Tammy. On the lookout for a job?"

"Hey, Peter. Maybe. We'll see," she responded cheerfully. I detected a sugary sweet tone to her voice and witnessed her 'I'm interested' expression.

He dragged his eyes away and turned his attention back to me. "Can we have a chat after you've taken Tammy into the boss, Zoe?" He was uptight about something and had lost some of his usual cocky demeanour.

"Sure. I need to have a chat with Melvin first, Pete. He might let me nip out for a quick sandwich."

"Good idea, I'll join you..." He held eye contact and the moment I smiled, he relaxed.

Tammy was waiting at the front of the car. "Better go, Pete..." Together we entered the showroom and approached the reception desk.

Terry Johnston stood up to greet us, but after introducing Tammy, I made sure he didn't delay us. He was the oldest salesman - 42 - and a good one. Like all the other guys, he hated working on reception.

I was at stage one (my term) with Terry. Following Melvin's instruction, I allowed him to put his hand up my skirt and stroke my ass, then my thong and the part of my labia it wasn't containing. However, I stopped him from going any further.

Keith was sitting at a desk on the showroom floor with a customer. There was no sign of Jack French, so I assumed he was the one who had been given the elbow. He was the nicest guy among the group and would be a huge loss to the team.

I knocked on Melvin's office door and waited until Tom called us in. He was sitting on the right where Seth usually sat. He wasn't an exact clone, but I had to admit he looked like a worthy replacement. Having said that, it was going to be difficult to accept being dominated by him because I knew him so well.

"Hello girls," Melvin said, as he got to his feet. "Come and give me a hug..." He came out from behind his desk to give us room to put our arms around his neck and kiss him on the cheek and lips.

He didn't have to lift the hem of my skirt far to be able to grab my naked ass. "Hello, Sir," Tammy said.

"Hello, Master," I responded to the man who thought he owned me.

He let us go and stepped back. "Girls, I've spent this morning explaining to Tom your functions in the firm..."

We turned to face the new salesfloor manager who was looking thoughtfully back. Behind us, Melvin returned to his seat and then continued.

"Tom and I have been watching some of the footage of last night's session at the flat. Now he understands the firm's methods, he realizes that he can have the best of both worlds. On the one hand, a happy family life and on the other, control over you, Zoe. Do you understand?"

Tom's expression didn't change. He just stared at me.

Seth's reassurances that Tom would be kept on a tight rein were looking inaccurate. Giving him control over me would unleash his sadistic nature - but that was exactly what Melvin was prepared to grant, in exchange for absolute loyalty! "Yes, Master, I understand," I replied.

I was also aware that Tom was not going to be a happy bunny if Melvin had emptied his back-up bank account. I couldn't tell if that had happened from Tom's blank expression, but I guessed it had.

"Good, so tell Tom, Zoe, what your role is going to be with regards to the other salesmen," Melvin said.

I looked around at Melvin and he urged me to go on with a nod of the head. I turned back to face Tom. "Um, er, my job is to keep them sweet by providing them with, um... the odd sexual favour."

"I believe you've already 'sweetened' Terry. Tell Tom what happened."

"Well, er, it happened in the strong room. I needed a photocopy and when I bent over, he placed his hand on my ass."

"Under your skirt?" Tom asked.

"No, over it, but when I reached into the safe for the keys, he slipped his hand between my thighs and pushed it up to rub my pussy lips."

"You weren't wearing panties?"

"She wears a thong to work. It's part of her uniform." Melvin explained. "Bend over to show Tom, Zoe."

I was wondering when such a request was coming. I turned, bent forward and reached back to pull my skirt higher. Tom's expression changed for the first time and his eyes lit up.

"Zoe, open your stance and pull the back strap up." On Tom's command, I moved my feet apart by about 18 inches and pulled on the waistband, causing the material to sink into my labia cleft. "Better. I don't want to have to tell you again, Zoe. Understand?"

"Yes, Sir, I understand." He was learning fast.

"She definitely needs some training and a firm hand," Melvin opined.

"I can take care of that, and I approve of your choice of underwear, Sir."

"Good. You can stand up Zoe. Tom is now going to tell you about the money he restored to its rightful owner." I returned to my previous position beside Tammy.

"Huhhh." He cleared his throat and leant forward in his chair. "I made a mistake when I put some of the money I stole from Melvin into a second account. It was a stupid thing to do and I regret it." It was as though he was reading from a teleprompter. "Melvin is giving me a second chance with a heavy responsibility and I won't fuck up again."

I felt distinctly uncomfortable listening to his confession, especially as I had been the tool Melvin used to unlock his bank account.

"Zoe..." I turned to face Melvin. "Go with Tom to his office where he'll explain the next phase of my teambuilding plan. I'm going to take Tammy to the reception desk and run through the procedures. Also, a guy looking at the Jags this morning, at about eleven o'clock, came into reception asking after you. He had your card..."

I tried to look surprised instead of shocked. "Oh yes, er, yesterday, I dropped in the burger bar, just down the road, for lunch and handed out a few cards to all the laptop brigade.

Melvin's expression changed from suspicion to admiration. "Now that's why I had them printed and why you're a natural salesperson. You obviously made an impression on the guy, which I think Tom will agree, is another one of your natural abilities."

"Yes, Sir. I think she's suited to sales," he said with little expression in his voice.

Melvin handed me a piece of paper with the name 'Harry Collins' written on it. "He said he'd drop by at two-thirty. Make sure she's around, Tom."

He was on his feet. "I will, Sir." He nodded his head toward the door. "Come on, Zoe. Let's have that chat."

I touched Tammy's arm before following Tom out of the office. I glanced around the showroom. Terry was still busy with a customer while Peter had brought a guy inside to look at a black Range Rover.

"What happened to Jack, Tom?" I asked after following him into his office, the next one along from Melvin's.

He closed the door and when I turned, he lunged forward and grabbed me by the neck. In one quick movement, he pushed me backward onto his desk.

"Waaaaaaaaa!" I exclaimed. "Tommmmmm!"

With me lying on my back and him standing between my spread legs, I stared up into his angry face. He changed his grip to grip my jaw under my chin and although I tried moving his arm with both hands, I couldn't budge it.

"Bitch, you helped him to screw me over. I should tear you fucking head off. Tell me why I shouldn't do it right here and now."

Trembling with shock I was unable to speak. I had never been so terrified in all my life and it was lucky I went to the toilet before leaving home, otherwise I might have wet myself. Seeing my reaction, he eased his grip on my jaw. "Well?"

"I... I belong to Melvin and if you damage his Pet, you'll make him very unhappy..."

"Pet? What the fuck?" He stood upright and stared down at the transparent triangle of material covering my mons, revealed because my skirt had flown up. "You owe me bitch, big time!"

"I... I do Tom. He made me do it but you're right, I owe you..." I lifted my knees up onto my chest, parted them and held them down so he could see my repentant expression, but more importantly, the dark gash of my gaping sex...

 

 

Two ~ Pleading for it.

 

Tom pulled me to the edge of the desk, until my ass was overhanging it by an inch or two. He unzipped and released his magnificent black cock. Then, he did what Seth had done the previous night, he wiped his crown up and down my ass crack to remind me of the thrashing he had given me the previous evening.

Yes, he was hurting me, but I was massively aroused and could feel a fire raging in my furnace, waiting to be stoked.

He yanked my flimsy thong to one side, revealing the whole of my thrusting labia. "Fucking plead for it, bitch."

"Tom, fuck me like you've never a girl fucked before..."

"More, bitch and make it good."

"Thrust your gigantic black cock into my tight holes, Tom. I deserve to be punished with your cock..."

"Too fucking right, bitch," he growled when he thrust his dick against my salivating entrance.

Yessss," I sighed "Split me in two, Tom, you're big enough..."

And, that's what he tried to do with his first piledriving thrust. The wooden desk had a slippery surface, so he had to grip my thighs to keep me from sliding across it. "Uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh," I groaned with each violent, piston stroke.

The brutal attack on my sensitive extremity caused a series of dull aches that quickly morphed into a ferocious wave of sparkling energy.

"Oh, Tommmm," I cried as I became consumed by wave after wave of thrilling sensations.

"Soak it up, bitch," he grunted. "You might be Melvin's Pet, but you're my bitch from now onnnnnn..." His voice trailed away when his climax arrived. He powered six or seven deeper thrusts, slamming his body hard against my upturned ass, then withdrew and stepped back. "Clean me bitch!"

I lowered my legs and scrambled off the desk, then dropped to my knees. I stared up into his angry face while I dutifully licked and lollypopped his dick, free of slime. He placed a hand on my blonde wig and encouraged me to increase my activity.

As his black shaft stiffened, I was able to get a better grip and squeeze it until it was rock hard again. "There's a good bitch. I thought you might like to know that I'm allowed three holes a day..."

I groaned in despair as his hand urged me forward, further onto his cock. From my tongue, to my soft palate, to my oesophagus, was a swift journey and Tom was in a hurry to plunge deeper until he could go no further. Allowing my throat to be impaled on such a massive black boner was the ultimate demonstration of unbridled submissiveness.

"Zoe," he sighed, as soon as my head was bobbing rapidly. "You're making a good start to our new relationship. If you keep this kind of performance up, then one day, in the distant future, we're going to be square..."

Whether being dominated at work or at home, Melvin had found, in Tom, a suitable replacement for Seth. And, until the latter returned to Birmingham, I was going to be a very busy girl indeed...

Having satisfied himself twice in two of my orifices, Tom returned to his seat, and waited for me to straighten my thong.

He swivelled his chair and pointed at his feet. "Come around here where I can see you, Zoe."

I approached the desk and stood near the front corner.

"Closer, girl," he said with an aggressive lilt in his voice. I moved forward, between his knees, almost to the edge of his chair. "Lift your skirt so I can check your thong."

I gathered the front pleats and lifted the whole skirt far enough to reveal it. The small triangle of black tulle covered my mons, but where it disappeared between my thighs it looked as though my lips had swallowed the material. He slipped his fingers in the waistband and pulled it down, past the top of my thighs. The tiny gusset lingered in my sticky labia then escaped.

He stroked the 'MW' tattoo. "I think you should add 'TS'. There's room below it. What do you say?"

"You should ask Melvin, Sir. I belong to him." He was playing a game of tease and in return I was playing dare.

He raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised by my admission I was 'owned' by Melvin. He wasn't happy with my reply and poked a finger into my sticky cleft. "I'll ask him. Maybe he'll agree to joint ownership." He pulled the thong up, then reached behind me and yanked the strip of material in my ass crack. "That's better. Is that what your cunt looked like when you let Terry touch you up?"

I looked down to see that most of my labia lips were visible. "Yes, that looks about the same, Sir."

"Good, you can drop your skirt." As I did, he slipped his hands under my jacket and grabbed my small but pert tits through two layers of material. "These are pathetic, so you've got to use your other assets to get the lads interested in chasing your tail."

He was wrong about that, for I had found most men loved my small but perfectly formed tits. I didn't say anything because he was a knobhead and his authority had already gone to his head. Compared to Seth, he was an amateur.