This entry is part 7 of 9 in the series The Sales Seductress

The Sales Seductress

Part 1 – The Scent of Temptation

Part 2 – Beatriz’s Bargain

Part 3 – The Seductress’s Hold

Part 4 – Her Signature, Her Surrender

Part 5 – Stolen Moments

Part 6 – The Seduction Clause

Part 7 – The Manager’s Shame

Part 8 – The Lawsuit of Lust

Part 9: Sold to the Highest Bidder

A successful manager discovers how easily control slips when someone else knows exactly what she wants. Shame, desire, and a signature on the page pull her into something she can’t stop craving.

The Manager’s Shame

by Mia Sumner

“Say it.” The tone of command in Beatriz voice was irresistible.

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“I’m going to pay.” Natalie gasped.

“Again.”

“I’m going to pay.”

“Good girl. Now, let’s get the paperwork out of the way.” Beatriz removed her foot and Natalie whimpered, ashamed of how pathetic she sounded, but her body craved more of those wonderful sensations.

“Uh-uh.” Beatriz shook her head, holding up the order form and a pen. “First sign.”

Natalie took both, placing the paper on the desk, she barely even read what she was ordering, her hand trembling with eagerness as she signed it. Beatriz laughed.

“Oh you’re so broken aren’t you sweetie. So broken. All those filthy lesbian thoughts swirling around your head. All the things I’m never going to let you do to me.” She deftly removed the form from Natalie’s grasp, putting it away carefully.

Natalie knew she’d made another terrible mistake, but she didn’t care, couldn’t even concentrate on it. Beatriz put her foot back between Natalie’s legs and Natalie ground her panty clad pussy against it with a desperate need.

“Good girl. Hump. Hump. Hump.” Beatriz cooed. “I have to go soon, but if you’re quick, you just might be able to cum. You want to cum so bad, don’t you?”

Natalie whimpered and nodded and humped, so humiliated to be reduced to this and yet. It felt so good.

“You’ve been playing a role for years now, Natalie.” Beatriz watched her, “Playing the strong, successful, married, manager. But this is what you really are. A desperate, weak, closet lesbian who will pay to hump my shoes.”

Natalie grunted, hips bucking faster with each word from the younger woman’s mouth. Beatriz smirked and watched her for another minute before pulling her foot away again, leaving Natalie gasping and needy.

“Times up. See you next month.” Beatriz rose to her feet, her gaze swept over Natalie and her desk. “You really do have a lovely family and such a distinguished looking husband.” She said in a casual tone before turning and walking towards the door.

“You might want to close your legs unless you’d like to give the whole office a show. See you next month.” The laughter evident in her voice as her hand clasped the door handle.

Natalie’s leg’s snapped shut, panicked as realization set in about what she had just done. Before she could do or say anything else, though, Beatriz was gone, leaving only her irresistible scent behind.

What had she agreed to? What had she signed? Her body trembled with a frustrated desire to see Beatriz again, to touch herself. But the door was open, and she had to reign it in.

She heard footsteps and sat up, hurriedly adjusting her blouse, trying to will her face to be less flushed. The monthly order lay on her desk, taunting her.

“Another order?” It was Jackie, standing in the doorway.

“Yes.” Natalie nodded. “For next month.”

“I don’t see how we can maintain two contracts.”

“We can’t, you’re going to cancel the old one.”

“I am?” Jackie seemed surprised, “They’re not going to like this. It will cost you.”

Natalie shivered, remembering Beatriz words about how she was going to pay, but what choice did she have at this point. “Just tell them.” She snapped.

Jackie pursed her lips. “There’s no need to take that tone.” She huffed, but Natalie didn’t have the patience to deal with her right. Standing, she walked past the offended woman, heading for the restroom.

She rushed into the stall, hurriedly checking there was no one else present before closing it, sitting, spreading her legs and touching. It had become such a routine over the last few weeks. Legs spread, pussy wet, rubbing and thinking of Beatriz.

It had been so embarrassing to hump against the younger woman’s foot, and yet it had felt so good. She had been so close to cumming, it wouldn’t take much now. Her practiced fingers circled and teased her clit as she gasped and shuddered to another shameful orgasm.

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