“I don’t see that you have much choice, Miss James,” Alex said, leaning back into the heavily-padded, monstrous swivel chair behind his desk.

The chair was made of rich black leather and it’s back reached high up over her boss’ head, reminding Sharon of a seat for some stern judge who might slap her into chains. The frightened young woman squirmed uncomfortably in a small chair at the front of the massive oak desk.

“Mr. Alex,” she said emphatically, straining to show her honesty with her voice, “I promise you, I didn’t have anything to do with the money that’s missing, no matter what you or anybody else might think!”

“Look,” Mr. Alex said, leaning forward and dropping his hands to the desk. “There’s no sense in arguing about it, because my office manager confirms that it’s true. Miss Amanna says she gave you the locked box with two-hundred thousand naira in it to put away and when she checked it later, the money was gone. She went through your desk while you were at break, and she found the missing key to the box in your top drawer.”

“I didn’t take that money,” Sharon said tensely. “I’m a secretary, not a thief!”

Mr. Alex’s smile was caustic. “Then what about the two-hundred thousand naira we found stuck in the middle compartment of your bag?”

“Somebody must have put it there while I was away from my desk!” Sharon cried, her mind in a complete swirl. Somehow, the wh0l£ afternoon had gone completely crazy, and everything was running out of control. The young woman, only a few years out of the polytechnic, was growing more and more frightened and confused, and she didn’t know what to do.
“That may be,” Alex said as a crooked, sneering smile began to spread on his face. “But who’s going to believe you? Do you think the police are going to take your word against ours when a businessman and his office manager tell them an employee has stolen our money?”

“They can’t prove it because I didn’t do it!” Sharon gasped.

“Ah, but they can!” Alex laughed triumphantly. “They’ll have two respectable witnesses in me and Miss Amanna. I know you don’t have any money, so you’ll spend time in jail because you can’t make bail, and the newspapers will tell everybody that you’re nothing but a common thief. And even if you do manage to get out of jail after a while, you’ll have lost your job in the meantime. And there’s nobody else who’ll give another job to someone whose picture has been in the paper for stealing money from their employer.”

It all made such brutal sense. Even Sharon could understand that the police would be more likely to believe Mr. Alex than her.

“What do you want, Mr. Alex?” she asked, feeling defeated. “What is it that you want me to do?”

“Just what I told you before,” he said with a sadistic grin. “Instead of arguing with me and making me mad, you ought to be doing something nice to take my mind off calling the police.”

“But I can’t do what you asked,” Sharon said desperately.

“Sure you can,” her boss insisted. “It’s not going to hurt you to show me those t!ts you’re hiding under that blouse.”

?Sharon’s face burned. She could feel the embarrassment burn in the skin of her face and t!ts. But she knew that she was going to have to do exactly what he said to keep him from calling the police.

“I’m tired of waiting, bitch,” Alex Alex said, and reached for the phone on his desk. “I’m starting to dial the police right now and the only way you’re going to stop me is to have those t!ts Unclad before they answer the phone!”

Sharon whined, but she stood quickly as his finger punched out the first number. By the time the third number was pressed, she had the buttons of her blouse open and she shrugged out of the garment, all the time watching the phone. Her boss was punching in the seventh digit when she reached behind her and unsnapped the hook of the bra. The cups of padded material fell away from her t!ts, painting stubby Tips toward the man behind the desk.

His eyes feasted on the bare female t!t flesh, then suddenly he shook his head.

“No, I’m sorry,” he mumbled into the phone. “I don’t need the police right at this minute, so I must have dialed the wrong number.”

With a sigh of relief, Sharon watched him put the receiver back into its cradle and turn his eyes back to her Unclad chest. Once again, blood rushed hotly through her checks and t!ts. She could almost feel Mr. Alex pawing her, and it made her skin itch and crawl.

“Holy Sh*t!” Alex hissed. “You do have a real wild set of t!ts! Chika told me that you’d have some hot t!ts if we could ever manage to get you down to show them to us!”
Chika? Sharon wondered, then she connected the name to the office manager, Miss Amanna. But why in the world would Miss Amanna have been talking to their boss about his secretary’s b0s0m?

“Can I put my bra and blouse back on now?” Sharon asked him, wanting to hide her b0s0m, along with her shame.

His sadistic laughter seemed to fill the room. “You haven’t even started being Unclad yet, you silly cunt!” he yelled at her. “You think one peek at your t!ts is worth me keeping you out of jail? If you want to hang onto your freedom, reputation, and that damn paycheck of yours, you’re going to have to do a wh0l£ hell of a lot more than flash your t!ts around before you’ve paid your dues!”

Sharon almost panicked when he rose and started around the desk, and she backed into the corner of the office, holding the palm of her hands up to cover her b0s0m. Her stomach tensed and her heart leaped into her throat, but Alex seemed to ignore her as he walked across the room. When he reached the other side, he took a key out and locked the door, then turned back to her as he dropped the key into his pocket.

“Now I want to see your Unclad butt0ckz, bitch!” he snarled at her. “When you’re finished, I don’t want you to have on a st!tch of clothes!”

“No!” Sharon squealed, clutching her b0s0m so tightly that her fingertips made marks in the flesh.

Alex snatched her bra and blouse from the chair where she had dropped them, and carried them over to an open cabinet. He tossed the garments inside, then slammed the door and turned toward the frightened young woman.

“I told you that you didn’t have a fu-Cking choice,” he said as he walked back behind his desk and sat down. “If you don’t do everything I and Miss Amanna say, we’re going to call the newspapers and the police. And right now, I’ll kick you out of here with your t!ts hanging out for all the rest of the secretaries to see, then I’ll tell everybody that you were stripping and begging to sU-Ck my J0yst!ck to keep me from calling the cops!”
“Please!” Sharon groaned, but the fiery lust in her boss’ eyes told the young secretary that her pleas didn’t stand a chance. There was nothing she could do, so she stepped forward in the room and began stripping out of her clothes, until she finally stood Unclad before Alex Odaju.

He whistled softly. The s*xy** young bitch’s body was even better than he had expected. He felt his long J0yst!ck grow hard in his trousers as he glared closely at her trembling flesh.She was neither short nor tall, perhaps five-five, with a sleek body that seemed molded to her bones. Her weight wasn’t much more than a sixty-five kg, and all of it was packed in long muscles that looked like they were built for speed. Her eyes were brown with big and innocent looking eyeballs and her features were small, giving her an appearance of being younger than she was. A long neck and small shoulders came next, then her cream chocolate flesh flowed down her chest to arch outward into a pair of magnificent t!ts. Her tits were full and firm, and the tips looked like they were almost reaching upward and outward, as if seeking a mouth to sU-Ck them in. The halos of skin around the stubby Tips were darker pink than the surrounding skin. Never had Alex seen a better pair of shapely t!ts, and the lusty sight was beginning to make his mouth water.

Her legs were lean and hard. And the backs of the thighs crawled up onto a pert, tight little butt0ckz which trembled tensely because she was afraid. Far down her belly, a soft patch of black cunt hair grew like a pelt around the lips of her delicate little cunt. Her cunt slit peeked out of its beard as Alex stared at Sharon’s crotch, and he smiled at the evil thoughts that he had. Sharon was the best looking secretary he had ever seen in all of his forty years, and she — to Alex Odaju’s delight — was in his and Chika’s clutches.

“Please, Mr. Alex!” the frightened secretary m0aned. “Let me get dressed! I’m so terribly ashamed!”

“Shut up!” he growled, and pushed his chair back from the desk. “Come over here in front of me so I can get a better look!”

A glance at the door reminded her that it was still locked.

Trembling, Sharon stumbled on faltering feet to the side of the desk, where she used a hand on top of the wooden surface to give her whirling head some balance.

“Over here, damn it!” Alex snarled, pointing at the edge of the desk in front of him. When she moved around, he ordered her to face the other way, her Unclad butt0ckz toward his face, then to lean forward onto the top of the desk.

Sharon grimaced, but did as she was told. She really saw little choice. She leaned forward, onto her chest and stomach on top of the wooden desk. The position perched her butt0ckz over the edge of the desk, right in front of Alex’s face.

“God!” she groaned in desperate humiliation when she knew that he was staring right at her Unclad butt0ckz and cunt. She could almost feel his eyes painting her skin red with embarrassment as his stares pawed over her flesh.

Alex peered at the young woman’s Unclad butt0ckz. It was there, just three feet from his face. He used his shoes to kick apart her bare feet until her as

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