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Banging the Tied Up Intern 2
(Traci Wilde)

She was dressed in a sheer black teddy ??" ah, now the coat makes sense. That's all she had on under the trench coat.

"You're that intern, right?" she asked.

I nodded.

"The one in the video?"

I felt my face flush. I had no idea Mr. Powers had shared it.

"It's okay, sweetie, we had to watch it together this morning, before we decided what to do with you."

"How many people saw it?" I was suddenly nervous, taken aback by the idea of that video, of me tied up and the junior partners gangbanging me in the conference room, getting into general circulation. I had no idea they were videoing when we did it, and I assumed this morning that only Mr. Powers had seen it, when he fired me.

"Relax, just the two of us," Ms. Jacobs ??" Fonda ??" said. "We're the managing partners, the two of us had to watch it. Nothing personal, just business."

She produced a memory stick, one that looked similar to the one Mr. Powers had the video on this morning.

"Tonight, though, we were going to take another look, strictly for pleasure."

I wasn't sure what to say. I'd come here to seduce Mr. Powers, then thought I had my chance to blackmail him when I saw the Dragon Lady enter his home. Now, standing here, I wasn't sure if she was teasing me in some cruel fashion or if she was serious.

"Of course," she stepped behind me, leaned against me, her breasts pushing against my back, her mouth next to my ear as she whispered. "Now we have the real thing." She ran her hands along my shoulders, down my arms.

My breath caught in my throat. I tried to keep a shudder from running through my body. I wasn't successful, and she laughed as she felt the shiver roll through me.

"That's what you'd like, isn't it?" 

I closed my eyes. Her breath was hot on my neck. I was growing wet.

Before I knew it, she grabbed my arms and pulled them behind me. From somewhere she had a rope ??" she crossed my arms behind my back, so that my forearms were parallel, and she tied me that way. A tiny seed of fear sprouted deep inside me, but the feeling of her hands on me, binding me, her lips on the back of my neck as she did so was intoxicating. Paralyzing. More than arousing.