He said, “Dan may be able to return to work soon. He’s told me to salvage our relationship with you at all costs, so he has swallowed his pride an... wants you to remain. Just a couple of days of business being off more than fifty percent were enough to do it. I know that it wasn’t you who did it, as I questioned everyone in all the regions. Even the East coast crashed as well as both the major Midwest regions. The commission thing hit and then the news of you being trashed hit them all at the. "Let's have some fun" he said as one man grabbed my hair and held me in place. "Don't fuckin' move" he ordered and as I looked up, the third man sent his foot smashing into my cock and balls. I tried to reach down and cover myself, but my head was jerked back and my face slapped hard, "Don't you fuckin' move I said" the man said again as he sent another kick into my cock and balls. I endured several more and as I was kicked the man holding my hair now put his cock back into my mouth and started. "Lauren's eyes went wide at Steve's words, but she didn't move. She shivered, and tried unsuccessfully to tear her eyes away from his, but she didn't even attempt to sit up, let alone make a move to leave the room. Steve maintained eye contact as he stripped, and when he stood naked in front of her, he gave her an evil smile and said, "Lucky you. I'm far too hard to piss, so you don't have to worry about a bad taste in your mouth. Up on your hands and knees, bitch."Steve went to the replicator. There was, however, no sign of Rita or my mystery date. I poured a cup of coffee and headed directly to my studio. I didn't bother to dress. I have several work spaces in the studio set up to let me work on different kinds of paintings and sketches. I sat in a comfortable chair, set the coffee on a table and pulled a small sketchbook and soft pencil out. In two hours, I'd moved to a larger sketchpad and the remaining half cup of coffee was cold.I moved to an easel with large sheets of rough.