Free Training (Billionaire Submission Part 1) by Mindy Wilde Page B

my freedom.
    As I collapsed onto my bed my eyes gazed at the ceiling and I replayed the events of the day.   I still could not wrap my head around what exactly had happened.   Maybe I was reading too much into his comments.   Perhaps he was just some weird guy on a power trip.   As much as I tried to rationalize it in my head my intuition told me otherwise.   There had been a tension in that office.   I was sure he was looking for more then just an apprentice.  
    With thoughts of Keselman flooding my head I could feel myself again getting wet.   I slowly slid my hand down to my clit and pressed down.   Oh how I wish that was him.   With small circles I moved the sensitive folds of skin against each other as I imagined how his tongue would feel.   Closing my eyes I moved my finger down lower and a tingle shot through me.   My body was responding in a way it never had before.   The sensations were heightened as I recalled that blue eyed stare.
    The circles of my fingers tighten as I began to increase speed.   Oh god how I wanted it to be true.   I wanted to submit to this man.   I wanted him to take me and do all the things I had been dreaming of.   The image of his powerful arms holding me in place.   Then the slow, full penetration of his huge cock filling me up.   My fingers were now moving frantically over my slit as I desperately craved for the release.   Then biting my lip I felt a deep surge well up inside of me until I absolutely could take no more.   Huge orgasmic waves surged through me causing me to bit my lip and tear at the sheets in quieted ecstasy.  
    I laid there drinking in the heightened sensation of it all.   Then slowly and without knowing I drifted off to sleep.  

    In only one hour I would be starting my first day working for one of the most powerful men in the world by entertaining clients of his at a midnight cocktail party..   What the hell was I supposed to do at this gathering I wondered.   Was he having me come to act as a server and fetch anything he might need.   Did he expect me to actually take part and interact with a room full of millionaires and billionaires?   If this was his expectation what on earth was I supposed to add to the conversation.
    I had not grown up around wealth and power and had absolutely no idea what was expected of me.   The more I considered the possible scenarios for the evening the more my nerves were getting the better of me.   Driving down the road to his office I just turned up the music and tried to tune out my worries.   Considering who I was going to work for I had better get used to situations like this.   I just needed to follow Keselman’s lead, listen, and do as I am told and I am sure everything will work out fine.
    When I arrived at the office building I noticed that it was mostly dark.   Lights always remained on in the lower lobby and you could see a couple of windows lit up occupied by workers burning the candle at both ends in a dire attempt to stay relevant and keep their jobs in a desperate economy. I headed to the elevator and punched the button for the 60 th floor.   Keselman’s company owned the entire top three floors of the building and had their name boldly lit on all four sides.   As the numbers counted up I felt the nerves begin to build.   “Just focus on breathing” I mumbled to myself.
    With a loud ding the elevator came to a sudden halt and the doors slide open.   I walked through the lobby and down the same hall I had so nervously been escorted through the previous day.   As I approached the massive set of doors that led to Keselman’s office I paused, straightened my cocktail dress, and took a another deep breath.   Turning the doorknob I exhaled and took a timid step forward.
    Inside the cavernous office beautiful people stood in small groups sipping cocktails and laughing at bits of conversation.   I felt like I had walked into a magazine shoot.   The men were chiseled and distinguished and