Free School for Nurses by T. Sayers Ellis Page A

they’ve answered the first round, and your kit is all off, then they compete for positions.’
    Erica struggled to stay seated upright in the chair. His face was looming directly over her face now, his breath mingling with hers, and she wanted his zipper down more than anything. ‘Chairman Mathews, I’m sorry, I...’
    â€˜If you want to work in television ever again, Erica, you won’t break our contract. You have to work for me no matter what I do to the format of the show, and I’ve decided on an adult format for our after-hours viewing audience. That’s why I tested the public’s reaction.’
    â€˜The public’s reaction?’ she asked, and gasped again as his hand moved down to her belly and lightly stroked her bush. His fingers lingered over it, tormenting her. If only he would only put them where they belonged, inside her!
    â€˜You see, Erica, all the pictures in the newspapers were my idea.’ He smiled down at her again. ‘I hired photographers to follow you.’
    â€˜It was you ?’ This admission of profiteering lust from him stripped the last vestige of professionalism from the interview, and suddenly she realised how utterly naked and helpless she was in every sense. Her whole being was as exposed and eager and greedy as the aching clit she longed to shove up into his mouth.
    â€˜It was me.’ His smile deepened as his fingertips gently parted the lips of her pussy and slipped up her slick labia to her throbbing button. ‘I know the public want to see more of you, so the sports stars get to fuck you live on television twice a week, the ones that win, that is. Only the ones that win are worth letting in, don’t you agree?’ And his hand started working on her.
    â€˜Oh, God, I can’t... I mustn’t...’
    â€˜You can, Erica, you’re a natural. And speaking of winners,’ he added, ‘let’s let the first one in right now. On the floor, my dear, on your front. I want to show you your new position here at the station. This is the position you’ll assume when the champions screw you. You’ll be a very flexible prize.’
    â€˜But...’
    â€˜Face down on the floor, Erica. I’m sure you’ve been taken that way before.’
    â€˜Not professionally...’ she slipped out of the chair onto her knees.
    â€˜These young athletes know how to get it into the net,’ the Chairman said, ‘but it takes an older man to know what to do with it once it’s been bagged.’ He slipped off his black silk tie.
    â€˜What are you doing?’ she asked in a trembling voice, she was so eager for him to do it, to feel him inside her.
    â€˜Put your hands behind your back,’ he said.
    â€˜Is this in the contract?’ she asked faintly.
    â€˜I’ll have you spanked at the beginning of every show if you’re not careful, Erica.’
    Crouching forward, she put her hands behind her and felt him wrap the cool silk around her wrists twice before he tied a firm knot. She could scarcely believe she was kneeling at the foot of Chairman Mathews’s chair with her bare bottom thrust up into the air. And suddenly, he hit her hard with the flat of his palm. The smacking sound of his hand coming down on her cheeks sounded incredibly loud in the wood-panelled room. ‘Ouch!’ she cried, because this was something new to her. None of the men she had been with had ever raised a hand to her like this. The smooth flesh of her bottom stung terribly, and a tremor of mingled fear and desire forked through her belly and welled up into her throat in the form of a long, passionate moan. She ground her hips up and back, desperate to feel his cock inside her.
    â€˜Would you like me to put that in your contract, Erica?’ Chairman Mathews’s eyes shone as he unzipped his trousers.
    â€˜I’ll do whatever you say,’ she replied huskily from deep in her throat, and closed her