Independence
There had always been someone who decided for her. Someone who nudged. Someone who guided.
It smelled of pears. A sprawling tree was discovered very close by, behind a high fence on the territory of a private enterprise where the girl was heading. Yellow, fragrant fruit generously covered the branches; if not for the office security vigilantly watching the grounds, the local kids would have feasted on the tempting treat.
Clicking her heels on the red sidewalk tiles, Masha headed towards the main entrance. Although the district was an office one, there were plenty of pedestrians. Mostly people in strict suits, fit and focused. They strode confidently forward, talking on phones, hurriedly flipping through documents, and fussily checking for the necessary papers in their folders. The city's business center, an elite district where the head offices were located. An incredible atmosphere of cash flows, hard work, and "white collars."
For many, this place is a cage, but for her...
Her parents had always forced her to study, hired tutors, paid the right people to push her towards the right teachers, so she would get top marks even where she fell short. Everyone decided for her.
In the spacious reception area, no security was visible, but it was there. Several cameras in the corners, a huge plasma monitor for entertaining visitors, aquariums, and expensive furniture... The security here was clearly present, it just didn't need to show itself unnecessarily. These weren't cheap thugs.
"Hello," a young woman in a strict suit with a tablet in her hands rose from a leather sofa. "Can I help you?"
"Yes," Masha was a little flustered, not expecting the staff to greet her so casually, without desks or windows. "I have an appointment with Eduard Anatolyevich at eleven o'clock."
"Masha Kuznetsova?" the woman clarified, quickly tapping her finger on the tablet. "That's correct, go to the third floor, office number five. A massive black door—you can't miss it."
Nodding gratefully, Masha headed towards the indicated door. Looking at the employees in dark trousers and white shirts, she involuntarily felt ashamed of her own outfit, but she quickly overcame that feeling. After all, she needed to make an impression. A short black dress was more than suitable for that. After climbing one flight of stairs, the girl looked back. Two men had frozen below with their mouths open; from their position, the stylish black lingerie for "special" occasions was perfectly visible. Excellent reaction, although she hadn't intended to show that much. The dress perfectly emphasized her high breasts and long legs; she had only worn the panties to feel more confident. Now her nipples had hardened and were poking through the thin fabric; maybe she should have worn a bra? It was too late to think about that now.
Masha froze by the required door.
After school, she was forced to go to university. They placed her in the economics department. They had prepared a cozy spot in her father's firm in advance. A place many could only dream of. But not her. She wanted freedom and independence, wanted to decide for herself what to do and how to do it.
"May I?" Masha peeked into the office.
"Come in," a man around forty in a strict business suit was seated behind a wide desk. The office's owner.
It was immediately clear he was an authoritative, businesslike, and self-confident man. Every gesture radiated confidence and authority. "Don't be shy, sit on the sofa."
Masha timidly sat on the indicated sofa, massive and very comfortable.
"So, Masha Kuznetsova," the office owner spoke with a husky, enveloping voice. "So you want to work for me?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Because I believe I can be of great benefit to the company and want to grow personally and as a professional employee," Masha rattled off a pre-learned phrase.
"And what can you do?" Eduard inquired.
"I'm in my fourth year... I'm studying to be an economist... I don't have much experience, but I'll try hard... You see, I...," babbled the flustered Masha, who sincerely believed she would be hired on the spot. At her father's office, they treated her like a goddess, but here... Under the piercing gaze of her interlocutor, she was lost and felt like a complete fool.
"So, you came to me without recommendations, without a diploma," the man's tone became noticeably colder. "...and you hope to just get a job at the head office like that?"
Masha helplessly batted her eyelashes, not knowing what to say. Dreams of an independent life began to crack.
"So that's how it is...," the man drawled. "Do you know that my time is VERY expensive? And I REALLY don't like it being wasted. Should I call security and throw you out on the street, and then send out such a recommendation that no one will even hire you as a cleaner?"
"But I...," the girl almost burst into tears. "I'm ready to work! Ready to try hard!"
"Ready?" Eduard raised an eyebrow. "Good—prove it."
"Prove it?"
"Yes," the man looked her straight in the eyes, like a seasoned snake looking at a timid mouse. "I can't sign a standard contract with you; you're an uneducated person without a diploma. Where's the guarantee that the funds invested in you will return to me? There aren't any. So here's what we'll do. You give me compromising material on yourself as a guarantee that you'll be a responsible employee."
"Compromising material?" Masha didn't understand. "But I don't have any secrets..."
"We'll make some," Eduard declared assertively, rummaged in a desk niche, and pulled out a compact camera. "Close the office door and undress."
"W-what?" the girl was stunned. "I can't... I won't..."
"Listen, girl," the man slammed the table so hard that Masha flinched. "Did you come here to play games? Either do as you're told or get the hell out."
On trembling legs, the girl approached the door and hesitantly grabbed the handle. It wasn't too late to leave, but then she would have to return to her father's firm. To fall completely under his control.
"That's a good girl," Eduard praised when Masha closed the door with the latch.
The girl shuffled her feet uncertainly. The man didn't rush her, just turned on the camera and began filming impassively.
From nervousness, the girl got tangled in her dress when taking it off over her head. Of course, she wasn't a virgin, but like this, so matter-of-factly, with a stranger... It was wrong, but she had already made up her mind.
"Take off your shoes—you might stumble in those heels," Eduard advised, openly ogling her superb breasts and wasp-like waist. "And don't cover up."
The girl obediently took off her shoes and lowered her arms to her sides. A thin strip of black panties—the only thing left on her.
"Let's not make a show of this," the man declared cynically. "Take off your panties and bend over the sofa, you can lean on your hands."
"Isn't that enough?" the girl still hoped for something.
"Not enough," Eduard barked, and Masha hurried to obey the order.
Leaning her palms on the cold surface of the sofa, the girl waited resignedly to be used. She no longer dared to object to her potential employer.
Eduard slowly approached the girl, examined her buttocks, and commanded:
"Legs wider. Like that."
His hand proprietarily squeezed the firm buttocks, stroked the delicate labia. The camera was interfering with his enjoyment of the process, so he placed it on the sofa between the girl's spread hands, right in front of her face.
When the hot head of his cock touched her pussy, Masha shuddered. She was completely dry, and scared... But it wasn't as scary as she thought. It turned out the man had already put on a condom with artificial lubricant.
The girl tensed for a moment, taking the cock to its full depth at once. Eduard entered not with a jerk, but without ceremony either. With one confident motion. She wasn't given time to get used to the new sensations. The man grabbed her by the waist and began fucking her with powerful thrusts. He fucked her rhythmically and hard. One motion in, one motion out. The girl's body shook, and Masha had to make extra efforts to stay on her feet. She swayed and trembled, and her vagina obediently accepted the hot cock of quite decent size. The girl didn't know where to look; her gaze kept bumping into the camera lens.
As soon as she closed her eyes, her nose caught the smell of ripe pears. Apparently, it was wafting in from the street.
The man continued to enjoy the process. Masha had a boyfriend at university, but he usually came after two or three minutes, while here it was simply like a jackhammer working. Her legs were already starting to go numb; she had to stand on tiptoes to somehow stretch the muscles. Her toes quickly got tired, and the girl, standing flat on her feet again, tried to bend her knees a little, arch her back...
Eduard couldn't care less about the girl's attempts to find a more comfortable position; he used her like a lifeless doll, held her firmly by the waist, and impaled her like clockwork.
Masha was so tired that she didn't even notice when her partner came; just at one moment the strong hands disappeared from her waist, and she sank to her knees with relief, struggling to even out her breathing.
"Well, that's it," Eduard carelessly tossed the used condom into the bin near the table, took the camera, quickly scrolled through the recording, and nodded towards the door for Masha. "You can be free for now, leave your contact details at the reception, they'll contact you soon. We'll try to find you some light work."
Masha hurriedly dressed. The dress was a little wrinkled, but that was nothing. Her stretched pussy ached unpleasantly, as if complaining about the rude treatment, but that wasn't a problem either. The main thing was she would get a job, get the long-awaited independence, maybe even manage to move out from her parents.
When the door closed behind the girl, Eduard sat in his chair for a while, reviewing the camera recording, then he picked up the office phone receiver and dialed a number.
"Hello. Grisha, it's me. Yes, Eduard. You won't believe what just happened! Wait, listen! Remember Kuznetsov?"
Yes, that one, our main competitor. Well, right now on my desk is a recording of me fucking his little daughter. I'm not joking! What's more, I guarantee you I can trick this silly girl at any moment, in any place convenient for me. Yeah! The prospects are fantastic! We need to squeeze the maximum out of this situation. Think, and come to me this evening with proposals.
The man leaned back in his chair and put his hands behind his head. It smelled of pears and profit.
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