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7:00am
The meetings ALWAYS started on time. Giselle was meticulous about punctuality, and everyone knew it. From the second she’d taken over the firm, she’d grilled HER RULES into everyone. It was her way or the highway. The ship was tight, and she rarely made room for exceptions.
Giselle glanced around the board room and took a quick head count. Someone was missing …
“Where’s Kurtis?”
Silence. No one dared to speak.
A shy voice piped up from the back: “I think he’s out getting donuts.” It was Bob from accounting, a stubby little man with a pot belly and glasses, but kind eyes.
Bob would certainly make some woman a great chew toy, Giselle thought.
7:25am
Trying not to draw attention to himself, Kurtis slipped in through the back door of the conference room. Bill Sand was rounding out his annual client report. Kurtis was glad he’d missed that snore fest, he counted himself lucky.
He put the donuts on the table, then helped himself to a particularly large jelly-filled—his favorite. He sat down, hoping to remain undetected. Almost immediately, however, HER gaze met his. He gave her a shy smile, hoping he could simply move on without incident. She frowned. If the boss wasn’t happy, then no one would be happy.
Bill was about to turn the floor over to Mike Woodward, when the boss interrupted.
“How lovely. Mr. Baxter has decided to grace us with his presence.”
All heads turned toward Kurtis. It didn’t matter that he’d spent the morning getting this meeting’s precious donuts. Late was all that mattered to the boss, and now he was on HER radar. This was going to be a shit day—week? Probably the entire month had gone to shit, if her body language was any indication.
“Perhaps Mr. Baxter needs a little lesson in time management?” Kurtis tried to answer, to give her something, but his mouth was too dry.
He’d never seen any boss in this kind of mood. What could she be so mad about? He couldn’t fathom that Giselle would be this infuriated over late donuts.
Then: it happened fast! Kurtis was so dumbfounded, he didn’t notice Steve Andersen locking both conference room doors.
Stan Kennedy was behind Kurtis, but Kurtis could still feel Stan’s smirk. In his radio announcer marketing professional voice Stan said, “Kurtis ought to be taught a lesson, boss, don’t you think?
“I think that’s a lovely idea!” Giselle’s eyes were dancing.
Kurtis’ arms were immediately pulled behind his back. He was startled at first, but fight kicked in, and he struggled to free himself. He was quickly, mercilessly subdued with a kick and a firm glare, and then he was brought to the front of the room.
“Well, well, well, Gentlemen, it seems someone didn’t read the new employee handbook. Who here has read all of the pages in the new handbook?”
Hands shot up in the air eagerly. Kurtis’ head swam. He remembered getting a copy, but he’d never taken the time to read it. Who read those things?? They always said the same things, didn’t they? He’d just flipped to the back page, scribbled his signature, and sent it off to HR.
“If you’d bothered to read my handbook, Mr. Baxter, you would be familiar with article number 9. Do you recall number 9?”
She knew damn well he couldn’t. He struggled for a moment, hoping he could play if off.
“Was that the one about sexual harassment?”
“Cute,” Giselle said, but she didn’t laugh. “Bob, why don’t you enlighten Mr. Baxter as to what he signed.”
Bob eagerly stood up and pulled a manual from his back pocket. That smug little bastard always had some rule or regulation tucked away. Of course he’d be the one to have the manual handy. Those dicks in accounting were always trying to work the company ladder.
“Article 9 states that the employee, identified here on out as the ‘property’ and as the undersigned herein, binds itself totally and completely, without limits of submission, to Giselle Thibodeaux, identified herein as the PRINCIPAL holder of this contract of servitude agreement, hereinafter stated as OWNER and SUPERIOR ....”
Kurtis struggled to breathe and think. He’d had no idea what he was signing, that much was true. But now that he heard the words streaming out of Bob’ s mouth, the realization of what was happening blew his mind. This was slavery. Pure and simple.
“You can’t do th-th-mmmmm ….”
He couldn’t finish his sentence. The juicy jelly donut he’d previously snagged was shoved deep into his mouth.
“You have a problem, take it up with Legal. It’s a shame you’ve been missing meetings, Mr. Baxter. You might have been clued into what’s going to happen to you, if only you’d graced us with your presence. Oh well, no time to cry about it now.”
With that, Giselle raised her hand in command, and immediately Kurtis was flanked.
“Okay boys!” Giselle crowed. “You know the drill!”
Kurtis could feel his clothes being torn from his body. He tried to struggle harder, but there were too many of them. He was lifted briefly only to be brought down onto the conference table and tied, legs spread, face down. The table was cold against his naked cock—and his cock was betraying him, hard and dripping …