The story so far.... November One

She wasn't quite sure how many more minutes she could stand being on all fours with his arm across the small of her back and the other pushing her head into the pillow. This was his weekly attempt to teach her a lesson she wouldn't forget. As if anyone could forget that pale, flaccid penis, as it lay dormant in his crotch. It didn't even have the decency to go hard as he dreamed during sleep. Even when aroused it looked as if it was the last sausage on a finger buffet.

Sleeping with the boss. Seemed like a good idea at the time. She felt him pumping harder. Well, felt his balls banging off her arse at an acceleration that indicated he would soon be finished. The slapping grew steady.. and there it was. 'You bitch. You dirty, filthy whore. Ill split your cunt. Thank me, you bitch Thank me!'

She wasn't quite sure why but she felt the laughter rise in her throat. His grip on her head loosened, as his passion subsided and she raised herself slightly to draw breath. Out it came. The laughter she should have supressed. Once she started she couldn't stop. she actually heard him gasp with surprise when she failed to immediately answer his requests for a thank you. She tried to say it without the giggle but it was there all the same.

Th.. thank yo thankkkk you! she uttered through smiling lips. She knew she should make some sort of excuse but as he flicked her over onto her back she saw the thunder in his face and decided it was now or never.

'Your dick deserves no thanks. The larger pay cheque.. it's no substitute. I guess this is my resignation speech'. She sat up and gathered the sheets around her stomach, covering her long, silky sticking clad legs.

He said nothing but took her right breast in his hand and squeezed until she yelped. She pushed his hand roughly away and tossed her curled hair in a gesture of defiance.

'You'll never touch me again'. she spoke in a low voice. Her words measured and direct. He looked back at her with a sneer and spat out a tirade of insults and told her she'd be lucky to find anything better than he had to offer, but it fell on deaf ears. She was an expert in subservience but she could tell that he knew that this was no deviant gesture to be punished at a later date. With that realisation he banged his fist into the door, as he gathered up his things and left.

Jobless, and with more heels than savings she still didn't panic. Her breast throbbed as she searched through the cabinet for some arnica to soothe the emerging bruise that was marring he perfect skin. Her antique iron bed reflected in the bathroom mirror through the en suite doorway.. she needed to place an ad...

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