Kelly's guy had alreadyleft, and she looked at me with a knowing smile."You're such a dirty skank, Jessica!" she said."Like you're any better, bitch!"...I retorted. We laughed, and a few hourslater, went out and did it all again.While Kelly and I established a new weekend routine, my slutty waysbegan to infiltrate my work life. I wore blouses unbuttoned halfway downto show everyone my breasts, and short little skirts that showed off allmy legs and barely contained my rear. My heels got taller and. Plath. Mrs. Plath asked me to let you know that her meeting is running late. She apologizes and expects to be home by 8:30 or 9:00 at the latest.’ He erases the message and stands, a tall broad shouldered man, still trim though his weathered face and graying hair and moustache put him somewhere in middle age. Placing the eyeglasses he has only recently needed for close work on the rosewood desk, he walks across the room to the liquor cabinet and pours a couple of fingers of Laphroaig, the most. I was . . . watching you,” I confessed.Smiling, she said seductively, “A little turned on, are we?” When I didn’t say anything, she said, “Hey, let’s dance in the moonlight.”“What about the men?” I whispered.“Oh, they’re probably all asleep by now,” she said.She danced toward me, moving erotically to the music. I basked in the scent of her soft hair and flesh. She leaned into me, her body feeling hot. I couldn’t stop myself from moving her hair aside and kissing her bare neck and shoulders.. I didn’t know what he was going to do to me next, but I found out a moment later when I heard the whoosh of his crop and felt it strike my ass. It surprised me from the way it stung and made me yelp. Watching it happen to someone else made it look sexy and erotic. But when it happened to me, all I could feel was the sting. Then there was silence. I waited, cringing for another blow. It came seconds later, and harder, stinging both cheeks of my ass, and I groaned from the pain.He gave me a few.