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in the air directly in front of her face. The secretary did not look at her, and she too kept her eyes away from the other woman.
    â€˜Erica, pull my trousers up for me, please,’ said the chairman.
    Trying not to look at his prick as she did so, Erica pulled his sleek black trousers up for him, and then looked up as he zipped them closed just over her head.
    â€˜Erica, you don’t understand boundaries. You don’t understand boundaries because you have no experience of them. I will have to teach you what boundaries mean.’
    Chairman Mathews was still talking, and Erica was still listening, only now she was naked. He had asked her to take her blouse off. Then he had asked her to take her skirt off as well. She had protested, despite a certain thrill at the thought of being seen by him, the same thrill that always, somehow, put her in the position to be caught by photographers doing something most people didn’t get caught doing. This thrill was going to be the death of her...
    â€˜Do you want me to see only as much of you as the rest of the world has seen on the front page of the newspaper?’ Chairman Mathews enquired acidly. ‘If I didn’t think you felt closer to me than you do to these anonymous readers, Erica, I would have to fire you, as it would be a pointed insult. However, if I felt there was some bond between us, a special intimacy that made you want to share something with me you haven’t shown the whole world,’ he sighed meaningfully, ‘well, then, I might have an interest in keeping you around.’
    She took a deep breath, and pushed her skirt down, letting it fall around her ankles so she could step out of it.
    â€˜And the rest,’ he said. ‘You show more than that on a tanning salon bench, Erica. Get on with it.’
    She bit her lower lip, slipped her fingers into the sides of her bikini bottoms, and lifted them down off her blonde bush. She was still wearing the bikini bottoms from her midnight swim, the ones the photographer had caught her in, the bikini bottoms resting on breakfast tables everywhere this morning all across the country.
    The chairman looked intently down at her mound, protected by lovely, curling blonde hair, and she knew better than to use her hands to try and cover herself. And she liked him looking, that was the vexing thing. She had to suppress a wanton urge to grind her hips and sway towards him. But she did sway a little she felt so light-headed, and shifted her weight from one high-heel to another feeling like a little girl standing in front of a stern headmaster. She would be bumping and grinding in his face soon if she let herself go...
    â€˜At least now I know you’re a natural blonde,’ he remarked.
    She tried to smile, but couldn’t quite manage it.
    â€˜Sit in that armchair and keep your legs open,’ he instructed.
    She sat down demurely, and her blush deepened as she made herself obey his command to keep her legs spread. Then he told her to lift her thighs over the arms of the chair, and totally unsettled her. But she obeyed him, and wriggled her bottom against the firm cushion as he studied her most private parts. She had to struggle not to let her excitement get out of hand as she concentrated on what he was saying.
    He was summing up her job. She was the lead presenter on a sports quiz show. Sports personalities were invited to appear, and were asked questions. It was her job to tell them if they had the right answer or if they had gotten it wrong. She had met quite a few men during the filming of the show that had gotten her into trouble later. ‘I think that’s what the problem is, Erica,’ chairman Mathews concluded as he walked slowly back and forth in front of the chair on which she sat spread-eagled, keeping her gaping pussy in full view as he spoke. He never walked so far to one side that he could not keep looking straight at the exposed core of her feminine flesh, and she