All These Roadworks note: What follows is the first chapter of the novella “The Sex Contract” by Apophenia, entitled “Not The Job I Expected”.
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Who reads contracts, anyway?
The stack of paper in front of me had to be at least five inches thick. I’d need a week to read it, and even then, I probably wouldn’t understand most of it.
Screw that.
All I needed to know was the ridiculous number of zeroes in my salary, the full month of paid vacation, and all the other benefits a girl could wish for. There was an on-site spa! I glanced over the first page for all the important details and signed before they changed their minds.
The clerk swiped the documents away and chirped, “Great, thank you! Now, please remove all your clothes for the medical exam. The doctor will be right in.”
“Medical…?” I blinked after her as the door closed. I vaguely remembered two medical documents in that contract, but I thought they were about insurance. Shrugging, I began to strip. Maybe they had private, on-site medical facilities. It sounded like a fancy thing this kind of place would have.
I couldn’t believe my luck landing this job. My friends were going to be so jealous. While folding my pants and jacket, I daydreamed about mid-day massages and an afternoon pedicure. All for assisting the company owner — probably arranging meetings and managing his calendar, or something super easy.
“All of your clothing, please.”
I jumped an inch off the floor as the bored voice interrupted my runaway imagination.
“Huh?” I blinked at the doctor.
He sighed. “Your underwear, Miss… Stacy. We need to perform a full exam. Please do not keep Mr. Blakely waiting.”
“Oh. Ok.” Hesitating only slightly, I unhooked my bra and peeled off my panties as he watched. His expression didn’t change. Doctors saw a lot of naked people, I told myself.
His fingers were cold. I shivered as his chill touch explored every inch of my skin. He gave my boobs a few firm squeezes – like a breast exam, I guess. The hard nipple pinch didn’t seem necessary, but I bit my lip and didn’t complain.
He also seemed to spend too much time on my pussy. His finger tapped my clit like he was tapping my knee, looking for a reflex. I opened and closed my mouth. Big salary. Lots of money. So what if the exam was extremely thorough?
Nodding, he straightened and gathered his equipment. “Thank you. Mr. Blakely will see you now. His elevator is down the hall. Top floor.”
Just as the door closed behind him, I realized my clothes were nowhere in sight. Did he take my clothes? I searched the room frantically. I couldn’t see my boss on my first day — or any day — naked!
The door opened again while I was checking another drawer. Squeaking, I slapped an arm across my tits and my hand over my pussy. This was not the doctor.
A security guard jerked his head toward the hall. “Mr. Blakely is expecting you.”
At least he didn’t seem to be ogling me. “But I— my clothes—”
He either didn’t notice or didn’t care as he strode over, grabbed my arm, and dragged me to the elevator. “Top floor. Now.”
The doors were closing and the guard was blocking my exit. Three bright buttons stared at me. (B)asement, (L)obby, (O)ffice, probably. Swallowing, I pressed the ‘O’ button. The ride only lasted maybe ten seconds, but it felt like an eternity. That guard had acted like everything was completely normal — or maybe I was just inconveniencing him.
Alright. I guess I was going to see my boss naked. If the universe could spare me just the tiniest atom of luck, maybe I wouldn’t be fired on the spot. There was a misunderstanding with the doctor and the guard, that’s all.
With as much dignity as I could muster, I stepped out of the elevator.
I’m sure his office or suite or whatever was lovely; I was too busy holding my head up high and trying not to sweat, rather than gawking at my surroundings. In this half-terrified daze, I found myself staring fixedly at a beautiful mahogany desk because I couldn’t make myself look at the man sitting behind it.
Without looking up from his phone, he beckoned me with two fingers.
Hmm. Maybe I could get out of this without him seeing how naked I was. I didn’t believe in miracles, but I really needed this miracle right now.
Never ask the universe for miracles. She’s a fickle bitch.
As soon as I took a hopeful step, he lifted his head. “Please bring me a cup of coffee. Splash of cream.” He returned to his phone.
No reaction to my nakedness. I prayed he continued to be too distracted to notice.
There ought to be something I could cover up with. I suddenly wished I’d gone into fashion design like my mom. This office was the sparsest-decorated room I’d ever seen. There wasn’t even a goddamn rug to hide under.
His espresso machine was beautiful, though it vaguely resembled a chemistry set. A shiny golden, complicated contraption that I somehow managed to produce coffee out of.
Stepping softly in front of his desk, I set the mug on a coaster, then wrapped my arms around my chest. Yes, sir, here’s your coffee sir, please let me run away now.
“Thank you,” he said. Reaching into a drawer, he brought out a tablet and slid it across the desk. “Please proofread this for me. Make any changes on the document directly.”
His eyes flicked to my chest, then he frowned at his phone and swiped with a scowl on his lips. I hesitated. Ok… If he wasn’t going to acknowledge my lack of clothes, neither was I. It didn’t seem like a good idea to bring it up. He might think I was insulting his intelligence or being lazy if I tried to make an excuse to leave right now.
So I let one of my arms fall and picked up the tablet. Glancing at the leather chairs, I decided to hover awkwardly instead of planting my bare ass on the seats. The quantifiable amount of awkwardness added was negligible at this point.
A few minutes into reading the document, I became engrossed in my task and began to relax. I glanced up briefly as my boss finally set down his phone and stood from his seat. He seemed to ignore me, so I went back to work — only to jump at the graze of his fingers on my waist a few seconds later.
“Sir! Oh! What are you—” I yelped as his fingers rounded my ass. The tablet in my hands clattered to the table.
“Don’t let me interrupt you,” he mumbled, continuing to fondle my tightened butt cheeks.
I glanced at the tablet, sputtering as my body stiffened at his touch. “Um, I don’t think—”
“Bend over, please,” he said casually.
“What?”
An irritated grunt was followed by a hand forcefully shoving me over his desk. I caught myself, staring at the wood as he kicked my legs apart.
The skin on my back crawled. This was not a good position for me. Clearly, he understood how naked I was, and he intended to take advantage of it. I shouldn’t be surprised. Actually, it was possible he mistook me for someone else. A hired escort, perhaps. I pushed myself up.
But his hand was still on my back, keeping me down.
Turning my head, I frowned. “Sir, I’m so sorry, this isn’t what it looks like, I—”
“Didn’t you read the contract?” he asked with a hint of curiosity.
I hesitated. The contract was so very far from my mind at that moment. What could it possibly have contained that mattered right now?
Squirming, I said, “Sir, I think there’s been a misunderstanding — I’m your new assistant! Stacy Calahan?”
That didn’t seem to have any effect. Both of his hands squeezed my ass, then wandered up and around my hips, pulling my butt flush against his pelvis — and the large bulge beneath the fabric of his pants.
“Yes, you are,” he agreed. “I assure you, there’s no misunderstanding.”
As his fingers cupped my mound, I gasped, “Sir! Mr. Blakely, please stop touching me!”
Without responding, he reached over, moved the tablet in front of me, and tapped it. The screen displayed the contract.
“Page 15. Read. Out loud,” he ordered as his hand returned to my waist, sliding up to my breast and giving it a squeeze. His thumb rolled my nipple, then I heard a zipper behind me.
Swallowing the dryness in my throat, I began to read, “The employee is obligated to perform all tasks to the s-satisfaction of— oh… ohh my…”
I gasped as his cock slipped between my legs, the heat of his thick flesh tapping at my exposed pussy. The doctor had apparently warmed me up; I could feel my slick juices as my boss’ cock glided back and forth. Tendrils of lust silenced me. Fuck, he felt good — thick and buttery soft.
“Third paragraph,” he murmured as his cock slid back, lining up with my entrance.
“Um… Tasks include, but are not limited to: performing for upper management’s pleasure whenever called— ah!” I choked as he pushed, his cock penetrating me, spreading me open around the thick head. It was just the tip, just enough to let me feel how wide he was, and decisively show me where this was going.
Giving my ass a light slap, he said, “I didn’t tell you to stop.”
“Uhh… performing for upper management’s p-pleasure… fulfilling sexual needs… and fantasies… um… with all three orifices at any time during working hours… and… ahh…” I moaned, losing my ability to speak while he pulled out and rubbed his cock all over my slippery folds. Back and forth, up and down, he spread my juices around my clit, circling my entrance in torturously teasing trails.
The meaning of the words I had just read snapped into focus in my lust-hazed brain.
What the fuck?
I couldn’t have signed this. There was no way this was on the actual contract!
“Do you want this job, Miss Stacy?” he asked almost idly.
The salary popped up at the top of the screen. I winced at the thought of losing that, but the ‘job’ wasn’t worth it. Was it?
“I… I don’t think I should be here… I’m sorry.” I pushed the tablet away.
“Hmm.” His low hum seemed to vibrate through my chest and straight to my clit. A spark of shame flared in my cheeks. Never again would I sign something without reading it all the way through, I promised myself. As it was, I’d need a long, cold shower after he let me go.
He didn’t let me go.
Instead, his fingers curled on my neck and shoved my head onto the desk, my cheek pressed flat on the cool surface as his cock realigned with my entrance.
“You should read what you sign, Miss Stacy.” Faint disappointment tinged his tone. I inhaled to apologize again.
And shrieked instead. “Ah!”
He thrust, the full length of his thick cock ramming into me, shoving my pelvis against the hardwood of his desk. My eyes unfocused as he thrust into me inch by inch, deeper and deeper. My traitorous body had absolutely no resistance to him. Within seconds, he nestled himself all the way inside me, grinding my entrance with the base of his cock as he mused, “Am I correct to assume you don’t have the funds to break the contract?”
Fuck, he felt huge. My body was positively impaled on a hot, hard rod of flesh. I shuffled my legs wider to get even a little bit of relief from the stretching fullness inside me. Another cry fell from my lips as he pulled out and thrust back in just as firmly, pounding my body against his desk.
As my tits jiggled and rubbed against the smooth wood, I forced words out of my mouth: “Wh-what funds?”
He took another stroke, ramming into me with a long, thorough thrust before bothering to respond. “If you don’t learn to read every… single… word,” he emphasized with a few deep slams, “You will suffer the consequences. Consider this a learning experience, Miss Stacy.”
Burying himself snugly inside me, he tapped the screen again. Page 62 blipped into view. With a casual swipe, he highlighted a section.
For a split second, I forgot about the cock in my pussy. What the crazy fuck had I signed?!
Then he resumed hammering my poor cunt. The cunt he now apparently owned. “I expect you to fully understand your role in my company by next week. You may continue reading now.”
“Y-yes, sir.” What else was there to say? It was difficult to concentrate, but I endeavored to read a few words every stroke. Employee must not… allow sexual activities… to interrupt other assigned duties…
With each unhurried thrust in and out of my slick tunnel, I found myself less and less able to protest. Later — I could worry about what I’d gotten myself into later, when I had a few brain cells that weren’t completely soaked in lust.
Arching my spine, I moaned as his cock hit a delightful spot inside me. Ooh, I needed more of that. There it was again. Mmm…
Running his hand up and down my back, he murmured, “I think you and I will get along just fine, Miss Stacy.”
My pussy and his cock were best friends, but I still hadn’t agreed. Well, technically, I had — documented, signed, and witnessed — but… obviously… I mean… oh fuck, he felt good. Erm…
Fucking my boss was not on my to-do list, but I was big on adaptability. This was my job now. I should get used to this.
My pussy was happy to get used like this.
Mr. Blakely uttered a soft groan under his breath. He thrust harder, pounding me against his desk. My inner muscles clenched. With rapidly surging horror, I realized the pleasure was reaching a tipping point. I was glad he couldn’t see the shock and shame on my face, and only hoped he wouldn’t feel the pulsing tightness when my pussy gave in to the inevitable.
I bit my lip and held my breath. The rough pounding within me continued. An involuntary whimper squeaked past my constricted throat. No, no, no. I couldn’t handle any of this. My nails stabbed into my palms. Being naked in front of my boss? Insanity. Getting violated right here in his office? Absolutely not! Cumming on his cock while he berated me for being so careless? Embarrassing, horrifying, and I just simply couldn’t. I refused.
It was like trying to stop an avalanche.
With every shuddering thump of my body against his desk, his cock slammed my cervix, filling my passage completely, stretching my tight inner muscles over and over again. Intense coiling pleasure tightened. Too much.
I gasped, then clenched my teeth against the embarrassing moan that threatened to breach my lips. There was nothing I could do about my quivering pussy and my spasming muscles as the unwanted pleasure washed over me. My back arched. I tried to suppress as much as I could, ending up with only a few little twitches of my ass humping his cock.
Mr. Blakely paused as the inner walls fluttered once more. “You will announce your orgasms in the future, Miss Stacy. That is also stipulated in your contract.” There was a slight irritation in his tone.
Seriously? “Y-yes, sir. Sorry, sir…” I really needed to read this damn thing.
For now, shame heated my face. He’d known, despite my best efforts to hide it. I wasn’t supposed to be enjoying this. He was using me against my will. He could have been nice and let me out of the contract, but he slammed his cock into me and claimed his rights instead.
If only he didn’t feel so good. My lust-infused brain was conflicted. Fantastic salary, great benefits, hot boss who fucked like a machine — yes! Forced sex, humiliating situation, and an unbreakable contract hanging over my head — no.
Though it wasn’t like I could do anything anyway. Mr. Blakely had me firmly pinned against his desk, a hand flat on my back holding me down as his hips drove his cock into my body.
He took a sip of coffee without interrupting his pace. The mug returned to the table. “Are you on birth control, Miss Stacy?”
Squirming, I mumbled, “No, sir. Um…”
My inner walls twitched. Was he fucking me raw?! The thought of pregnancy should have sent all sense of pleasure running for the hills, but the coiling heat between my legs ramped up to nearly unbearable heights. Despite my rising horror, he felt better than ever, my pussy clenching and soaking his shaft.
For once, he sounded pleased. “Wonderful. I suggest you review page 89.”
Read, yes, reading was a good distraction. If I could just stop panting like a whore, maybe I could think of a way out.
Conditional terms 2a: Absence of contraceptives. Should the employee enter this contract without personal contraceptives, said absence will continue through the duration of employment…
It went on. Basically, I wasn’t allowed to use birth control if I wanted to be paid. The last sentence referenced a nice little benefits package if I got pregnant.
His thrusts gained a newfound purpose and meaning as my heart jumped. Maybe — maybe I could have learned to accept my ‘job’, and damn did he know how to fuck, but a baby? I read the page again, pleading with the universe to be so kind as to provide a loophole, anyway at all out of this mess.
If I found anything, it was the silent laughter — or just the silence — of the universe ignoring me.
It could’ve also been Mr. Blakely’s cock forcing tiny gasps from my lips. He was quiet while I desperately scanned the contract, his strokes in and out varying — faster at first, then more leisurely as he kneaded my ass.
The loophole I needed to exist didn’t magically appear on the second read-through. My boss fucked me harder, his fingers digging into my hips, his cock barely pulling back before bouncing against my cervix. I swiped to the next page, and the next, scanning the text faster than I’d ever read anything in my life. His groan spiked my fear.
I twisted my head around, begging over my shoulder, “Sir… wait… please, I’m sorry I didn’t read the contract, but please don’t cum inside me! Please, sir, please pull out!”
Plunging his cock all the way to the back of my tunnel, he grumbled, “Of course not. Don’t be ridiculous.”
He didn’t stop. He didn’t pull out. It felt like I’d made him angry, the force of his thrusts thudding louder, echoing in the room. I’d have bruises later, I was certain. But it was the sperm in his balls threatening to race up his shaft any second that was the real concern.
“I’ll make it up to you!” Somehow. “Please! I’ll do anything else! Please don’t do this to me! Ah!”
“Sir,” he grunted, his cock feeling larger and stiffer inside me. That had to be my imagination.
I frowned. “What? Oh. Um. Please don’t… oh! Sir! Sir, pull out! No! Please don’t cum in meeeee!” I wailed as a splash of wet heat hit my inner muscles, each burst of hot cum pounded deep, deep inside me. His shaft throbbed against my walls. My pussy clenched back.
“Ah, yes,” he groaned. “Good girl, taking my cum in your tight little cunt. Say ‘thank you’, now.”
“No, no,” I mumbled, twisting beneath him as fluids leaked from my soaked pussy. I was so wet. Too wet. Taking a load of cum from my boss was not what I was expecting today — or any day. But it was done. He’d cum in me. I could be pregnant already.
Thrusting once, twice more, he sighed with contentment and removed his hand from my back. “Pass me a napkin, Miss Stacy.”
A napkin…? I blinked as a drop of cum oozed from my cunt. In the corner of my eyes, a wooden box with white napkins caught my eye. Stiffly, I reached out a hand, picked one up, and stretched my arm backward.
“Thank you, Miss Stacy.”
“Mmhm…”
My pussy felt empty as he slid out, a rush of liquid splattering onto the floor. He dumped a pretty big load in me.
Fuck. In me. I took a deep breath and pushed myself off the desk, straightening my shoulders.
“Mr. Blakely. What just happened—”
“Was your job,” my boss said as he zipped up his pants. He stepped behind his desk and picked up his phone. “You performed adequately for your first day. Read your contract, Miss Stacy. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
At the mention of that stupid document, I winced and sighed. “Yes, sir.” The words were bitter on my tongue.
Tomorrow. Cold panic slithered to my stomach, morphing into a tense ache as my muscles tightened. Yes, I’d read the damn thing, find a loophole, and get as far away from this man as possible.
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