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poised.”
     
    As we continued
upward, the offices grew in size, and became lusher in luxury. I
somehow managed to maintain my self-discipline and wits, answering
questions about my business experience, suppressing the blushes
that rose to my face from the intimate interludes in the elevator.
I wanted more than anything to find a private place to be with
Krystopher for more than a few minutes at a time, to let him have
his way with me—I could tell by the mounting tension in his touch
that he was getting just as excited as I was, though he managed not
to become visibly aroused.
     
    We came to the
penthouse offices finally, and I met Krystopher’s direct
subordinates; they were not quite as sycophantic as the others had
been, but were still deferential and respectful, nodding and
looking at me with just the slightest trace of fear. One of the men
was slimy indeed—I could tell Krystopher was less than thrilled by
him as well, though I realized that he probably served a valuable
purpose in the organization as the Chief Marketing Officer. I also
met Krystopher’s personal secretary; she gave me the first
look—veiled as it was—that suggested that she, for one, didn’t buy
my cover story. We spoke longer to the executive officers than we
had to the other employees that Krystopher had introduced me to,
though even then I thought I could detect my Master’s urgency to
move on—he had the best self-control of anyone I had ever met in my
life, but even he had to eventually feel the pressure of delayed
arousal.
     
    My inner thighs were
slick with my fluids; the lack of any panties, mingled with my
constantly aroused state, made it almost uncomfortable to walk—made
me self-conscious, wondering if anyone could see how turned on I
was, if they caught glimpses of slick shine when I walked. Finally
we went up to the top floor, and Krystopher took me by the hand,
leading me off of the elevator quickly.
     
    His office was huge;
he saw my surprise and chuckled, gesturing for me to look around as
much as I liked. “I’m the CEO and founder of this company. When the
office was built, I insisted that my office take up the entirety of
the top floor—I even have roof access. Apart from some engineering
and architectural needs, everything here is my office.” The main
space that I could see was almost as big as the apartment I had
shared with Johnny; it was divided up into a casual entertaining
area, Krystopher’s desk and work space, and a conference area, with
an impressively large table for meetings of a more formal nature. I
couldn’t imagine that there was more to it—but I saw doors
scattered around on the walls, obviously leading to other areas.
One whole side of the room was dominated by huge windows that went
floor to ceiling, a smaller door inset by Krystopher’s desk led out
onto the roof. The whole city stretched out before my eyes, with
skyscrapers vying for prominence and the street nothing more than a
remote possibility below. “There’s more to show you,” Krystopher
told me, taking my hand and leading me away.
     
    He opened one of the
doors, showing a tiny room-within-a-room, a bed and couch for those
times when he needed to catch some rest without leaving the office.
Behind another door was a bathroom almost as luxuriously appointed
as the one at his lavish apartment, and in another was a simpler,
guest toilet, though it was obviously nicer than the one I’d shared
with Johnny.
     
    Finally, Krystopher led me to another door—it was tucked away,
behind his desk, almost obscured by two tall shelves on either
side, almost completely invisible if you weren’t looking for it.
Krystopher opened the door and ushered me through into darkness.
For a moment I was terrified—what if it was some kind of closet and
he intended to lock me up in it, leaving me there to suffer fear
until he wanted me once more? Then he turned on the light and I
gasped, stopping in the midst of my worry to turn and ask him what
it