What the hell, she was thinking. She didn't have much choice in the matter. She might as well get it over with. Besides, she didn't think he was going to do much talking.
He looked uncomfortable. She almost laughed out loud. He was expecting some whorish looking female to walk through the doors at any minute Carolyn turned to shut the door and she locked it.
"Mrs. Merrit," he said. "I don't understand."
"What's to understand?" Carolyn asked. "You asked for a girl and you've gotten one. Or don't you approve of me?"
"You?" His face turned white in shock, but he got over his frustration quickly.
"You?" he questioned again. "You're the girl?"
"Yes," she admitted.
A leer crossed his face.
"Well," he said. "I didn't expect someone looking like you."
"You paid for me," Carolyn said. "Now tell me what you want me to do."
She had a feeling that anything he wanted her to do was going to be unpleasant. He walked over to his radio and turned it on. Soft music filled the office.
"It's not exactly bump and grind," he said. "But you can take your clothes off to it."
She nodded. She closed her eyes and let her body fall into a beat with the music. She shouldn't have worn a pants suit for this kind of dance, but it was safer for her to look like a secretary.
But it was going to be awkward trying to look sexy stripping off her pants.
She did the blouse first. She unbuttoned the buttons slowly and let the blouse fall apart. As she turned and swayed to the music he was given brief glimpses of her creamy tits confined in her uplift bra.
"Take it off," he said finally. He was gasping for breath as he grew more excited.
She shrugged her shoulders and let the blouse slip off and fall to the floor. She turned her back on him, still moving her ass in time to the music. She reached behind her back and unsnapped the bra. She kept it on as she turned to face him once again.
He was pop-eyed. He had beads of sweat along his forehead. He was trying to control himself but she could see the raging desire in him.
She let the bra drop and he began to lick his dry lips.
"I can't wait," he said. "Strip it off and come over here."
She stopped moving to the music. Rapidly she pulled off the rest of her clothes until she stood naked before him. He licked his lips again.
He was sitting on the edge of his desk and he spread his fat legs apart.
"You know where it's at," he said.
She looked distastefully at the fat bulge in his trousers. Well, it was a prick and she liked pricks. She gave him the best smile she could manage.