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Amelie part 6It was Wednesday. Sure, Amelie had made a mistake at her new work, but that had to be expected. She had, after all, only been working there for1½ week! It was not a huge mistake, but one that her boss, Mr Bergman took very serious, and he called her to his office and spend several minutes telling her stuff like that they would have to let her go if anything like that ever happened again, and that she still was on her probation and could have her job terminated at any moment. In fact, Mr. Bergman was probably be supposed to do that!She was busy, nodding her head at it all while trying to keep tears of anger and frustration away from her eyes. With success. But then it came, Mr. Bergman COULD see an opening, but it would have to be kept a secret to her colleagues and she would have to show up at his home-address the same night at exactly 18.45 and NOT before!And even though he hadn´t said it directly, she knew exactly what he wanted from her. She could, of cause say no to him, but she knew that it would cost her the job, and she really liked (and needed) this job. She send him a fake smile and promised to be there on time. When she got his address, she return to her desk, for a few more hours of work.She had managed to get home, shower and dress, but there hadn´t been time to eat. Her lunch plus the 2 glasses of wine she had washed down while getting ready, would have to do. She was feeling like a cheap slut already, but she really wanted to keep her job. She walked to the address in a fancy part of the city. Pay-day was still some days off. She had to walk around the block once, in order to not be early, and as she was about to ring the entry-phone, a pretty and very petite Asian woman came out, hold the door for and gave her a quick glance. Amelie entered without thinking about it.The elevator was out of order, so she climbed to the 2nd floor, checked her clock again and pressed his doorbell. He was quick to let her in. They exchanged some banalities in the hall, and he took her coat. Amelie could feel how she blushed. She had really tried to dress sexy, but her wardrobe would not quite let her. Her black silk shirt had 2 or 3 buttons undone and revealed that she was wearing something black with laces under it. She work a leather-skirt, that was too long yalova escort and too wide to be called daring. She met his eyes a few seconds, then she looked down. He was from Sweden and sometimes his accent could be hilarious. She was looking at the floor (and wondering whether or not to take her leather boots off or not), when she felt it. Something cool, hard on her wrist. No, AROUND her wrist. Then a series of small clicks. “Ohhh…is…is that..” she began, looking up at him. “It is!…”A new series of clicks. She could not believe this. Her boss hand just put her in chains, and they were still in the hallway. This was for real, she had come on her own, free will, but she had not expected this. She had expected another earful and perhaps a quickie on the couch, but not being chained the moment she entered his home.“I think you know what it is, stupid…”Her boss pushed her up against the wall and hooked the chain over a coat-rack. Then he threw her coat on some piece of furniture in a room she could not really see. Amelie would have to work hard, to unhook the chain from the coat -rack, and even if she did manage, she would still be in cuffs. She was feeling completely helpless and she was getting horny.“How the hell can you confuse Manet with Monet, stupid cow..” he said, suddenly sounding very tired.“I….I don’t uh know, sir” she said. He had put his hands on her breasts as she was answering him. “I´ve seen your papers, i´ve interviewed you myself and I know you have the qualifications, but we can not let such rookie mistakes happen at MY museum, you..bitch.”She twitched. She knew that her was right, even though she had specialized in the Dutch masters. His hands were opening her shirt now. “But…the Swiss collector took it very nice, sir..”“Yes, but only because I promised him…you..”“What..?!” she said, truly not believing her ears. Had her boss really said that?“Shut up, bitch” he said and lifted her shirt-tails out of her skirt. Amelie did as told. She was too stunned to say anything anyway. She made an attempt to catch his eyes, but that was impossible. His eyes were on her tits now. Maybe she could push him away, if she stood on her toes on one feet and used the other leg. Then both his hands were on her butt. She sighed. “So pretty..and yozgat escort so dumb…”Mr Bergman lowered his head and bit her shoulder. She gasped, not because It hurt, but because he, her boss, did it.“I should give you some hickeys, just because I can..would you like that, cunt?” he said softly.“No, sir, please don´t”He began to open her skirt. He was slow, but there was no fumbling. He just took his time. The skirt fell to the floor. He had a hand over her mouth, when he quickly removed the panties. His face was red, but it was impossible to tell if it was from anger or from excitement. He lifted the chain free of the coat-rack.“Come, bitch..”She had to follow him, down the hall, into a large kitchen. He was still holding on to the chain, so she really had no option.“Lie down, bitch…”Amelie was quick to lie down, face down on the small dinner-table, feet still on the floor. He brought her hands behind her head and held them there. She was expecting some sort of punishment, either a flat hand slapping or by some remedy he had placed there beforehand. He surprised her. Using his feet, he kept hers apart.“Is there other things you have problems telling apart, bitch?”“It will never Happen again…UH…sir..”Mr Bergman had put a finger up her rear. It made her frown, because she had not expected this from him. “Edouard Manet..” he said, while his finger slowly slid in and out of her ass. She heard herself emit a thin sound. She could not have been in his apartment for more that fire minutes, possibly less than that. The finger slid out of her.“Claude Monet…two fundamentally different things, bitch..”Two other fingers slipped into her pussy. She sucked air in through her teeth. The whole situation and, yes, his rough treatment, had made her dripping wet. He let go of the grip he had on the chain and opened the fridge. Took out what looked like some butter and knocked over a half empty milk carton, ignoring the fact that the milk spilled out on the kitchen floor. Then his fingers went from her pussy to her ass. Both fingers. He could surely not mean that…Could he?“You could have cost us a very important friend of the Museum, cunt…”he said. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw how he buried a couple of fingers in the butter. “Please, zonguldak escort sir, I have..”“oh, shut up, bitch!” he interrupted. She did so, abruptly. He was not holding on to the chain, but she had kept her hands behind her head. Two butter-greased finger went into her rear, in stead of the two lubricated by cunt-juice. It felt cold. “The Swiss collector asked me to test your…will to co-operate, bitch…”Mr Bergman moved around the table, stepping in the milk on the floor while opening his pants. She could not believe that, not the nice Mr. Muschi from Zurich!“Suck it, bitch..”He held his cock to her mouth, and as she obeyed, he put his hand on the back of her head. There were still two fingers in her ass. Or possibly three. She had to lift her head from the table, in order to suck him properly. No, to be of use to him, that would be a more correct term. His prick was bone-hard. She was wondering if her boss got turned on by having to handle her this way.“We won´t have much time, bitch..The wife will not be gone for very long…” he said as he pulled his cock out of her reach. Amelie snapped for air. Then he was behind her and he pulled her hips a bit closer to the edge of the table. Fingers slid out of her rear. She held her breath. “You also have to clean the mess we made on the floor..” Mr Bergman said, while he was slowly, but steadily sticking his cock up her ass. Penetrating her, conquering her. “Yes, sir..” she moaned, her voice at least an octave higher than usual. Then he began to fuck her poor ass. She closed her eyes. A fold in the table´s oil-cloth cover was rubbing near her clit, but not quite close enough. Both her feet left the floor. She could not believe that this was happening, her new boss fucking her in the ass on the dinner-table.“Mr Muschi will be more…demanding….”Did he really mean that’?That she would have to go and…service the Swiss collector because she nearly had send the wrong painting back to him?“Rumour has it that he is…very demanding…”“Please, sir…”His breathing told her that he was getting closer. Both his hands were on her hips, not letting her move much.“a real pervert, bitch..”Would such behaviour be normal in arts-circles?This was her first job after university., but she had read about kinky artists and kinkier art-collectors. Mr Bergman came in her ass.When she had cleaned the floor, he told her to get dressed and leave before his wife came back. She left, felling dirty, used and horny. As she left the building, Amelie met the same petite Asian woman. Their eyes met for a brief moment.
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