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"Yes," Billy says, removing a single sheet of computer paper from one of the blue folders he uses at his job at the bank. My heart tugs at me as I realize he's about to nervously read his homework assignment, which was to write out his perfect sex fantasy with me. I'd already seen it on the computer yesterday, and it's pathetically short and sweet. And even more incredibly boring. I hadn't bothered to bring mine with me, since I'd gone on and on in it about all the different positions and places I wanted us to experiment in sexually, which would now just sound silly compared to his. I hate to do this to him, but I'm also sick of living a lie.

"Actually," I say, swallowing hard and looking at Billy, mentally pleading with him to look back at me, but he doesn't. He stares down at his piece of paper. "There's something I need to discuss."

"Of course," says Agnes, nodding approvingly. "All topics are encouraged here during session. What is it?"

"I just can't do this anymore."

Agnes' mouth falls open, rather shocked, but Billy finally looks up at me, his gaze meeting mine in an acknowledgement of sorts. He knew it was coming. Hell, he probably wanted to do it himself. He just didn't know when or how. A feeling of relief settles over me, but I still feel sad, over what might have been. I've chosen something different, but, still.

"I've been trying to think of how to explain it, but… I just… we're just… too…"

"Different," Billy says, nodding his head in resigned agreement. I had no idea it would be this easy. But then he adds, "But I'm changing. I'm trying to change. I really am. Why else would I be here in couples' counseling? I really want us to work."

Shit
. I have no idea how to deal with this.
Why does he have to hold onto something he so clearly doesn't want?
I take off my engagement ring and hand it to him.

"I'm sorry, Billy. I just can't do this anymore."

*              *              *

When I get back into my car, I check my cell phone and see that I have two missed calls. One is from an unknown number, and another is from Kevin's cell phone. He rarely calls me on it and I've never called him on it, out of respect for his personal life. Now, though, I call him back right away.

"Is that a yes?" He says, as soon as he answers the phone.

"What?"

"Did you get my message?"

"No, I just saw that you called me, so I was returning…"

"I asked if you would see me tonight. Just you and me. All night."

"Okay," I say, confused, but realizing I have nothing preventing me from doing so. I'm finally free of any responsibilities or obligations, just as I've been acting for the past couple of months, except now it's really true. "But what about…?"

"Just say yes. Let's go back to the mountains where we had dinner and get another room there. Only me and you."

"Sure." I tell my beating heart to shut up, because this plan isn't romantic. It's just about power and jealousy. Kevin is upset that he's had to share me to this extent, and now he wants me all to himself. He wants to feel dominant, powerful and possessive again, without Mr. Snell getting in his way and messing up his plans. I'm not going to turn down a nice dinner at a fancy resort, and I usually enjoy Kevin's company, when he's not being a jerk. But it doesn't mean anything, other than the fact that we have hot sex.

"I'll pick you up," Kevin offers. "We can go together."

"Okay," I say, and then, thinking things through a little more, I add, "but you'd better meet me at the office. I'll park my car there."

"I thought you were going to…"

"I did. We're over. But I don't really want to rub in the fact that…"

"I see. Of course."

"Do you think the resort allows dogs?" I ask, feeling silly, but not wanting to leave my faithful companion Max at home all alone with Billy.

"They'd better, with how much I plan to spend on our lovers' suite."

I laugh and hang up, hoping I can beat Billy home so that I can grab Max and some clothes for a few days. I'll have to figure out new living arrangements soon. But tonight it will be nice to relax and enjoy being wined, dined, and likely tied up again, by Kevin.

Just seconds after I've hung up with Kevin, I get an incoming call from the same number that had called earlier.
Perhaps it's one of the partners at work who needs to assign me a project to work on over the weekend
, I think, as I sigh and reluctantly answer.

"Hello?"

"Leah. My new lawyer."

"Excuse me?"

I feel drops of sweat arrive on my brow as I realize it's Mr. Snell.

"I would like to retain your services."

"Okay. Umm. How did you get my…"

"I know everything about you. And I know you want to represent Morris Capital. My colleagues and I have decided to sign on with Griffin and McBride as clients. But we're more interested in your services than Kevin's."

"Kevin and I are a package deal."

"Understood. But I just want to be clear about our primary reason for selecting your firm. We are impressed with your legal talents and your sexual talents. So that's understood, right, dear?"

"Yes. Completely." I'm torn, worried about how far Mr. Snell wants to take this, and knowing that Kevin will be upset if I betray him, but excited about the fact that I— who have only just recently graduated law school and been sworn into the Bar— can snag such a rich and powerful client.

"I would like to meet with you to make it official. Please bring a retainer agreement so that I can be certain to sign it."

"Of course," I say, with fake confidence, since I have no idea what this looks like or where I can get one. Associates don't often bring in new clients to the firm— it's the partners who do that.

"I can send the limo back around to bring you to me. I know you said you have important plans this evening, but what about tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow, I…"

"Yes. Tomorrow." He sounds antsy and impatient. I realize that his phone call is more of a command than an invitation. If I want his business, I'd best make myself available.

"I can come tomorrow. I have some important work to do in the morning, so let me call you when I'm done and you can have me picked up at the office…"

"My driver will be there at 3 pm." The line goes dead.

What have I gotten myself into now?
I wonder, as I head inside my house—
my old house
, I mentally correct myself— to prepare to leave it and start my new life. I suppose I'll see Kevin tonight, and Mr. Snell tomorrow, and see where fate leads me from there.

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A Sneak Peak into Story # 8 in
The Billionaire's Associate
Series,
His Punished Associate

He will teach her who's in charge, no matter how much it hurts...
 
Leah's billionaire boss, Kevin, thought he knew of a unique way to bring more clients to their law firm: by sharing his dirty, naughty associate Leah with them. But soon things are outside of Kevin's control, since the potential clients are richer and more powerful than he is, and they make him watch while they enjoy his good little associate. 
Kevin decides to take matters back into his own hands, and to punish Leah for enjoying being shared with potential clients. What starts as a romantic and passionate night between Leah and Kevin soon becomes a scary situation for Leah, as she's bound and punished by her jealous and angry boss. She's used to being submissive to his dominant ways, but can she handle what he has in store for her once she's handcuffed, blindfolded and completely helpless? 

Here's an excerpt from the story:

As soon as Kevin slides the chain across the door to make sure it's locked, he becomes more of the sexual dominant man I know and appreciate. "Take off your clothes," he orders me.

I start lifting up the bottom of my black dress to pull it over my head, and he says, "Not like that. Do I have to tell you how to do every little thing? Turn around and don't look at me."

I face the window and he tells Max to get into his crate, and then locks him in. I lift my dress over my ass and he says, "That's good. Now stop."

He's behind me again and he moves up close to me, so that I can feel his partially-aroused cock against my ass.

"Bend over."

I bend over and Kevin leans over to retrieve something from under the bed.
What has he planned?
I have to admit that it's rather intriguing. This is like the good old days, when Kevin would tie me up in his office and tell me to be his good little associate and his dirty little secret. When it was just him and me, before things got messy and complicated. He puts a scarf over my eyes and ties it.
Now this will be fun
, I think.

"You've been very naughty, and it's time for you to be punished. Keep holding your dress up so I can see your ass, you slut."

I do as I'm told and he slaps my ass, hard. Then he squeezes both my ass cheeks and asks, "What have you been up to, my dirty little secret whore?"

"I've been bad," I say, as he pulls my thong over, hard, and inserts a finger into my ass. I'm not sure which hurts more— the fabric of my underwear cutting into my skin, or his finger prodding and twisting my ass.
What the hell
? I wonder.
I thought he was going to bring some light BDSM to our private party, but now it seems as if he's actually mad at me. And he was so sweet at dinner. Maybe seeing me partially naked reminded him of what I let those other guys do to me, and triggered his jealousy and anger.

"Whose ass is this?" He squeezes it hard with his free hand.

"Yours, Boss."

"And whose pussy?"

Two fingers go into my pussy and twist around in my hole until they hurt.

"Ouch. Kevin—"

"Shut up, bitch, or I'll make it hurt more. Tell me what you've been doing with this pussy."

He presses his cock up against me while he twists his fingers in my ass and pussy, and I can feel through his slacks that he's now completely erect. I can't figure out whether he's mad or turned on, but I suppose he's feeling a mixture of both emotions. I lay my head on the bed and try to relax so that his antics doesn't hurt as much, and I manage to grunt, "I've been sharing it, boss."

He removes his belt and there's a pause while he removes his pants and underwear. Then he takes my underwear off and lets it fall down between my legs, while he massages my clit. This part feels good, and I can feel my juices start to drip onto his fingers.

"Don't get too comfortable," he says. "Stand up."

He lifts my dress over my head and takes my bra off, pausing to take my breasts in his hands and squeeze them from behind. He pinches my nipples and says, "These are my nice little nipples you've been shoving in everyone else's face. Right now they belong to me only, and I can do what I want with them. Now lay back down and stick your ass up in the air for me, where it belongs."

Suddenly he locks each of my hands into a pair of handcuffs and uses a rope to tie each handcuff to a bedpost at either end of the bed. It's not a comfortable position, but I keep my ass raised up high in the air as he commanded…

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This story is Story Number 8 in
The Billionaire’s Associate
Series. If you liked it, you may enjoy the rest of the stories in the series:

Story # 1:
His Good Little Associate
Story # 2:
His Dirty Little Secret
Story # 3:
His Tied-Up Mistress
Story # 4:
His Wined and Dined Associate
Story # 5:
His Shared Associate
Story # 6:
His Fought-Over Associate
Story # 7:
His Passed-Around Associate
Story # 8:
His Punished Associate
Story # 9:
His Not-So-Loyal Associate
Story # 10:
Their Naughty Lawyer

There’s also a
5-Story Bundle of Stories 1 through 5
and a
5-Story Bundle, Vol. II, of Stories 6 through 10
in the series.

(Story # 2 in the
Mr. Morgan’s Magic Mirror
Series)

I look around me, shocked that I just sucked one guy off while another guy fucked me from behind. On top of that little bit of interesting, out of the ordinary information, it also happens to be the nineteenth century, and I'm in Bavaria, Germany, at Oktoberfest. Today didn't start out this way. One minute I'm wearing a sexy beer wench costume to the Morgansboro Ball and the next I'm an
actual
beer wench who is serving up more than just beer to a crowd of onlookers.

Here I am with my
lederhosen
torn off and the skirt of
dirndl
up, showing off my ass to an entire group of people, right in the middle of having very public sex. In real life, I'm a small town girl who's now a corporate lawyer at a big firm in Boston, even though that may not last long. There have been rounds of associate lay-offs, and I think my job is on the chopping block next. I also have a boyfriend, Chad, who's in finance. It’s not exactly a hot and steamy relationship, but it’s convenient and expected. But here in Germany, I'm in the middle of an orgy with a hot guy named Mark whom I just met at the Ball. That’s not at all to be expected.

At least no one here knows who I am
, I think, as all the dirty sex scenes I just participated in flash through my mind. I went to the Ball— which is more like a kinky costume party— with my high school bestie, Monica, and we didn't know anyone there. Then she ran into her high school heartthrob, Scott, and that's how I met Mark, Scott's friend. I was soon called in to visit the host of the Ball— old billionaire Mr. Morgan, heir to the founding fathers of my small home town— who pushed me through a mirror and told me that just for one night, I could be anyone I wanted to be. Apparently that means I can be the person inside the costume I wore.

I look around at all the people in the beer tent— which should more aptly be called the sex tent— when I spot Monica and Scott.
Oh my god
, I think.
Talk about being totally wrong about not knowing anyone here
.

I squint in disbelief, especially because they're wearing Oktoberfest costumes and not the costumes they were just wearing at the Ball. Monica was a Dallas Cowboys cheerleader and I can't remember exactly what Scott was, but his costume was something that showed off his muscles. Now they blend in with everyone else here and I'm hoping that I'm somehow mistaking other people for them.

"Pssst, Mr. Morgan," I whisper, beckoning the old guy over to me. He's the only person from real life other than Mark that I know here— or
thought
I knew here— and he's been giving me little pep talks on being true to myself and letting my true self go wild and all of that.

"Yes, Mandy?" he asks, looking slightly annoyed. In real life my name's Amanda but Mr. Morgan has decided to call me Mandy. Like everything else about this crazy adventure I’ve been on, I just go with it, not bothering to correct him.

"I swear that those two people over there look surprisingly like my best friend Monica and her high school crush Scott. But that just can't be, because they weren't dressed like this at your party, and they didn't go through your mirror with me…"

"Mandy, Mandy, Mandy," says Mr. Morgan, shaking his head at me like I'm a pre-schooler. His eyebrows arch up like a wise old grandfather-type. "You still haven't learned."

"Learned what?"

"To just relax and go with it. This is your fantasy, your imagination. It doesn't always have to make sense."

I pause, considering this. "But will they know what happened when I return to my regular life?" I imagine myself having to face Monica every time I come home for a visit, and I think of what will happen if word gets out in small Morgansboro that I'm such a huge slut. I'd be the talk of the town— and such little happens in that town that I don't think I'd ever live it down.

"Just go with it," Mr. Morgansboro says, walking away before I have the chance to ask him more questions. And before I know it, Monica has taken his place by my side.

"Hey Amanda, there you are," she says, playfully nudging my shoulder. "I've been looking all over for you, but I should have known I'd find you on your hands and knees!"

She laughs heartily and I stare at her in disbelief. Usually Monica's so shy and self-conscious.

"How many
Märzenbiers
have you had?" I ask her, incredulous.

But she just laughs again and says, "Are you ready to have some fun?"

"Well I just—"

But before I can finish my protest, I feel strong hands on my ass. And then someone's fingers slide up into my vagina. I turn around and see Scott.

"Monica, I'm sorry, he just—" I try to explain that I'm not a willing participant in this sexual play by her crush, but Monica gets in front of me and covers my mouth with a big wet kiss.

"Shhhhh," she says, putting her finger on my lips and then grabbing my breasts. "Even if you don't want to have fun, I do."

Now I look over at Mark, who has skirted towards the crowd, and I start trying to apologize to him, and to explain that this isn't what I had in mind.

"Mark, I've never done anything like this before with Monica. She's normally not—"

But Mark just smiles coyly at me. "That's it," he says, and motions to someone else in the crowd. "She's protesting, like we thought she might. Come take care of this for me. The only thing I want to hear from you, Amanda, are moans and groans."

"What?" I ask, looking from Monica to Mark and trying to look behind me at Scott. But the next thing I know, a rather large man approaches me, and that's the last thing I can see, because he blindfolds me. Then he puts tape over my mouth, and someone slaps my ass.

Ouch
. All I can manage is a muffled scream, since I'm gagged.
What the hell is going on
?

I feel someone's tongue on my pussy while Monica massages my breasts. I know it's her because the hands are soft and small. And also because she's saying, "There, there, Mandy. Shhhhhhhh"— as if I'm a small child— "It's all right. We're all just here to feel good."

Mandy?
I think.
Now she's calling me Mandy too?
But her tongue strokes my clit harder and suddenly all I can think about is my nearing orgasm. I moan through the tape and Mark says, "Now that's what I'm talking about."

I feel heat and cold run through me at the same time, like a jolt of electricity, as I come. I collapse in a heap on the floor of the tent from the intensity of the orgasm, but the next thing I know, someone strong is turning me over so that I'm laying on my back, and Monica is straddling my face.

"Lick my pussy, Mandy," she says, sounding like she's begging me. "Please, lick me."

I hesitate, as I've never experimented with a woman before— not even in college. Sure, I had thought about it, but I my reputation to think of. I couldn’t just let myself go wild.
I guess here, I can do just that…
I think.

Someone is opening my legs and sticking his cock into me. I start squirming to try to get away from him, but Monica interrupts again.

"Come on, Mandy," says Monica, grinding her pussy on my face. "I'm letting Scott fuck you, and he's really good. Eat my pussy while he fucks yours, please?"

I begin to lick her clit and she squeals with delight. I have to admit that she's right about Scott being good at fucking. He pumps his large cock in and out of me while I suck on Mandy's pussy.

"It feels so good, so good," she says, and lets out a satisfied sigh, followed by a stream of shorter, quick-breath sighs. I'm excited to hear that I can make her come, and I like the way it sounds. I've never heard a woman come in real life before, and it makes me feel proud that I'm the one making her feel that way.

I feel strange hands gripping my breasts as Scott pulls his cock out of my pussy and says, "Monica, babe, finish me off."

She lays flat on top of me and sucks him off while he comes in her mouth, grunting and saying, "That's my girl. That's my girl."

The person who was grabbing my breasts moves down and starts fucking me the way that Scott was, but I move and wiggle around, grunting my protests, trying to get him off of me because I don't know who he is.

"Hey hey hey now," says a voice that is distinctively Mark's. "It's okay. We're all friends here."

He pulls me up until I'm sitting on my knees again. "You don't have to do anything you don't want to do," he says. “Okay?”

“Okay,” I say, relieved. Sure, I’m having fun, but that doesn’t mean I want to be passed around this way and that without any say.

But then I hear Mr. Morgan in the background, saying, "You want to do all of this, or it wouldn't be happening. You can only do here what you imagine doing."

"Jim's behind you, and he's going to fuck you, okay?" asks Mark.

I nod my head, and feel a hard penis enter my pussy, which is still wet from the spectacular orgasm I just experienced. Then I feel another penis at my mouth, and Monica holds my head while I start sucking. She bobs my head back and forth while I suck and lick, until the stranger says, "I'm going to come!" He takes his dick out and shoots his cum all over my face, and before I know it, another dick replaces his in my mouth.

"This is pretty amazing," whispers Monica, kissing my ear as she holds my hair back and pushes my head back and forth. "All of these guys are just lined up wanting you to suck them off, and you're doing it like a champ."

The stranger behind me groans while holding onto my hips and pumping his dick into me while he comes. Then someone else takes his place.

"And the guys behind you are even happier," reports Monica. "They love fucking your pussy."

I think about my tight, wet pussy opening up for all these men who want to fuck me, and it excites me. I can’t believe that I’m the center of attention and that all of these people are watching in excitement as men fuck me and I suck them off. I feel like some sort of sex goddess. I grind my hips against the dick of the current man who is behind me, and I hear Mark say, "This is great. So much fun to watch."

I know that Chad— my boyfriend back in Boston— would never approve. We've never had a sex life that's anything close to this. It's nice to break free from our boring life and be a wild sex princess for once.

"Serve us up that pussy like you serve us up that beer, Wench," says the man who's fucking me from behind, and several other people in the crowd call out in agreement.

“Pass around the Beer Wench!” someone in the crowd shouts. “Everyone needs to be serviced by her.”

"What about us girls?" shouts someone else in the crowd, with a distinctively feminine voice. "It's time for us to be serviced by the beer wench too!"

"That's true," says Mark. "The ladies are always the most important customers. And they request service, Beer Wench."

Someone tips me over until I'm face-down in the lap of an unknown woman with her legs spread open. I start licking her pussy while a stranger behind me fucks me hard. It feels especially good, and I writhe back and forth on the dick behind me, while licking the clit of the girl in front of me.

"That's it, Beer Wench," says the distinctively feminine voice, and then I feel a smack on my ass by a hand that feels rather small and soft.

Whap
.

Ouch
, I think, but I don’t dare try to say it out loud, or I fear that I’ll feel another spanking.
It's a woman behind me!
I think.
I guess I'm being fucked with a strap-on.
That's certainly a new experience too, but it feels so good that I just go with it. The woman pulls my hair and pushes my face into the pussy of the other woman, who moans loudly while I eat her pussy.

I think of the entire crowd of people watching me eat one woman's pussy while another woman fucks me from behind with a strap-on. It feels so exciting that I start to think I'm looking down on someone else doing all of this crazy stuff. I go pretty wild, really writhing on the strap-on and licking hard and fast, until the girl I'm eating out and I both start coming at the same time.

"That's right, Mandy," says Mark, and I feel his hands playing with my nipples as the orgasm courses through my body. "Go ahead and enjoy it. And here comes something extra special."

I feel a hard dick up against my ass while the strap-on is still in my pussy.
No
, I think, grunting and turning around to try to stop it. I am
not
into anal, and I know for sure that a dick stuck in my ass hole will definitely hurt.

"Shhhhh," says Monica, pulling back my hair and kissing my cheek. "It'll be fun. You'll like it."

I groan at her so she'll know I'm serious, but she says, "Come on, trust me. You've enjoyed everything else, so why not this? He's using lube."

I roll my eyes, as if that's supposed to make me feel better, and before I know it, there's a cock in my ass.

Ouch
. It definitely hurts. But before I have time to think about it, the strap-on has returned to going in and out of me and Mark is licking one of my nipples while Monica is sucking on the other. I lean back and relax a little bit, which makes everything feel a lot better. I moan slightly at the sensation of being fucked in both my pussy and my ass. I have to admit it feels quite amazing.