Her laugh faded as I got up."You're not going over there are you?" she asked in shock. "There's four of them..."I stood up, to her horror as the band ...ehind us launched into the chorus."There's gonna be a heartache tonight, a heartache tonight, I know.There's gonna be a heartache tonight, I know. Lord, I know."Most of the people dancing, drinking and doing what people do in places like that took no notice of me as I walked towards one of the cheap tables at the center of the room.The tables. He employs a small but very well-qualified staff, five women and one man, all with post-grad degrees and two with MBA’s. Being my lovely Philip, he spanks them all regularly, and they often show their appreciation by sucking him off. How did that come about, you ask? Simple really. They are self-selected. Philip puts heavily encoded advertisements into some specialised magazines. People who are not attracted to work in a ‘disciplined’ environment, simply don’t present themselves for interview. . A couple of companies have made offers, but none have panned out. Either they were offering me a pittance of what I was making before or they wanted me to re-locate or travel. I know I shouldn’t be picky, but I never thought things would be as bad as they are. My most recent trip was turning out to be the final straw. A company on the west coast offered me a job, but the cost of living out there is still way too high for what they were offering. So on a cold January day, I was headed home. " "Ok, you first." I pull down my sleeper pants and underwear. I see her lick her lips when she sees my dick. "Ok, your turn." She stands up and pulls her shorts and panties down, then she sits on the bed and faces me. She opens her legs and parts her pussy lips. I see her clit is hard and she is a little wet. "I wanna see your dick hard, get it hard." "Well I have to play with it to do that, so since you'll see me playing with myself, let me watch you play with yourself as I do it." "Ok." I.