I cried out in surprise and he moaned in response. Finger fucking my pussy and rubbing my clit with his thumb, I heard him undoing his belt behind me...with his other hand. He moved his body towards my face and I reached out to help him free his throbbing, rock hard cock. My eyes widen to see what he had in there. I wrapped my lips around his erection and licked and sucked up and down each side, I could taste the precum on my tongue. I knew he wanted to fuck my face, so I wouldn't let him thrust. ” He sat down on a chair and removed his ski mask. Dasha gasped in horror. It was Karl, the zamboni driver at the rink. “Welcome to your new life,” he chuckled, “Here are some rules. No screaming or I will kill you. No running away or I will kill you. You are to remain in this room for the rest of your life, and do exactly what I say with no complaints. Understand?”Dasha didn’t look at him.“I asked you if you understood. Answer me!” Karl screamed. Dasha nodded.“Say ‘yes sir’,” Karl hissed.“Yes. I was also thinking of Sports Illustrated. You are easily good enough for the cover. We are not, so we need a girl like you. With your looks, we could probably get you a spread. What do you think?”“I would love to, but I don’t know if I could do it without interfering with tennis.”“There is no harm in trying. Show up for an interview, if they say no, then no problem. If they say yes, you give it a shot and if there is any sign of it affecting your tennis, then we stop. I know you will love. I glanced through the screen to my left and saw Jimmy beavering away at his terminal trying to make sense of the drama and keep up. I couldn't help smiling as he sat there on his stool with his legs and feet twitching and his tie pulled loose and the top button of his white shirt undone. Welcome to the party, pal."He'll be fine." said a voice to my front.It was Janet. One of the senior secretaries from the pool who had been assigned to me as she was one of the most experienced women who knew.