Free School for Nurses by T. Sayers Ellis

writhed beneath his assessing stare, unconsciously thrusting her vulva up towards his eyes. ‘Your trouble is that you can’t keep your hands off these men. You can’t keep your hands off the players, my girl. But that’s all right, it doesn’t have to be a problem. You’re just going to have to learn to go all the way, that’s all.’
    The secretary, thank God, had been sent out of the suite before he told her to strip, but now Erica began wondering if that was such a good thing after all. She could sense where this was going, and she wasn’t sure she should do what her throbbing, begging pussy wanted. Her mind told her to put her legs together like a good girl and talk business. Her cunt wanted her to slide forward in the chair, raise her legs and shove her feet behind her head so he could really look.
    Chairman Mathews was walking back and forth in front of her, staring at her, and she could see the sight was affecting him. In his trousers - the sleek black trousers she had watched him zip up only minutes ago - a new bulge was becoming visible. The prick she had helped him put away was getting stiff again as his eyes lingered on her spread cleft and her soft blonde pubic hair.
    â€˜What we’ll do, Erica...’ he paused, and abruptly stopped pacing to lean over her.
    She shivered at how close he was, finally. Those bloody eyes! Why couldn’t they be bloodshot and baggy? Your boss shouldn’t have eyes like sapphires. It should be against the law!
    â€˜What we’ll do,’ he went on quietly, ‘is let you have your fun, only we’ll do it under the bright lights for all our viewers to enjoy.’
    She looked breathlessly up into his gemstone-hard eyes. Was he going to touch her? Her mind was afraid of that new bulge in his trousers, but her body was thrilled by it. Her pussy was urging her to reach out and touch it to determine just how hard he was for her. He was looking deep into her eyes again. He hadn’t done that since he came in his secretary’s mouth. ‘What do you mean... for the viewers?’ she asked, even though she really couldn’t think straight. She was too busy concentrating on not letting herself reach out for him. She could not let herself, that much she knew for certain, or she would lose any negotiating power she had left. If she kept wanting to touch him so much, she was going to end up doing whatever he told her to...
    â€˜You’ll do it for your viewers,’ he said. ‘You like to be seen, don’t you?’
    â€˜Do what, sir?’
    â€˜What you’re doing for me.’
    Her eyes widened in disbelief. ‘What?’
    â€˜When they answer the questions correctly,’ he elaborated, ‘this is what they win.’
    Erica looked up at him, not letting herself understand. The bulge in his trousers shifted slightly to the left. She could just put one hand out and trace its shape through the soft material...
    â€˜We’ll air the show later at night, post watershed,’ he informed her, and smiled down into her uncomprehending eyes. ‘We’ll get you a costume, some lovely lacy number that comes apart in bits.’
    â€˜I don’t understand,’ she said, even as the thought of wearing a stripper’s outfit that came off easily, one seductive piece at a time, made her push her hips up off the chair.
    â€˜To make the show last, my pretty, the winners can be rewarded little by little for each question they answer correctly. First, they get to see this...’ he grabbed her right breast, and squeezed it.
    She gasped, and jumped in the chair from the totally unexpected pleasure of his sudden, possessive grip, and now all she wanted was for him to squeeze her other breast as well. ‘And... and if they answer all the questions correctly?’ she asked in a husky voice, concentrating hard on not returning his touch.
    â€˜That’s just the start, my dear. When