”Frank flipped the CCTV to the camera overlooking reception. Sue was right, she did look the part. Trench coat, nervous. Just another young reporter...trying to make a name for herself. Frank sighed. Ever since the existence of the club had become common knowledge he had been besieged by the fuckers. They had tried everything to get inside and had even rented the building opposite to see who went in and out. First the local rag, and then the nationals.“Sue have Jermaine search her. If he finds. Okay?’ She held my gaze with soft eyes that drained the fury from me. ‘Okay, Barb,’ I said. ‘Sorry about your party.’ I turned to leave, then turned to Phil and said, ‘I’m done working for you, you miserable lying prick. Consider this my notice. Effective immediately, and I want six month’s severance, or I charge you with sexual harassment to the firm’s partners.’ It being Saturday evening, all the downtown traffic had long since died out. I went to my office and emptied my desk. I was a member. I was very excited.His head was right next to mine and I could feel and hear him breathing. And then, suddenly, I thought I felt something brush against my hard cock through my jeans. The touch was so light I wasn't sure until I felt it again. It was his fingers ever so lightly rubbing up and down the length of my hard cock through my jeans. He pressed his hand a little more firmly against my cock and my hips bucked back against him. He held his hand over my cock and pressed forward with his. It was decorated with exquisite and amazing things. Crystal vases, paintings and even a few sculptures. "This is an extremelu nice home to raise an c***d in," I told her."Hell no," she said. "This place is where my husband take his office whores to fuck them. He doesn't think I know about it, but today, you're going to fuck your whore in it, and I'm that whore." I'd never call a lady a beautiful as you a whore. That's just not right," I told her."Well, if you don't treat me like a whore.