" No buts babe. A slut doesn't care about what other people think. Do you see Alice giving a shit about what the rest of you are thinking? You want to... be a slut so let's go do it." But I can't, I just can't. These are the people that I work with." Okay, it is your choice, you want to be a slut, you don't want to be a slut, it is all up to you."We finished the dance and went back to the table. I was sipping my beer when Matty came up to me and said, "Come on honey, let's dance."As soon as we hit. However, he asked me to come into his office, immediately. So I went to the elevator and to the top floor of the building and walked over to a receptionist where the same girl who showed me to my desk earlier told me, “Mr. Ducati is ready for you, you may go in. So I enter this office which had two large wooden doors and it’s sort of dark inside the room. I hear a firm but strangely soothing voice say, “Lock the door.” So I turn around and do so. and then I walk over to this big desk and I am. "Hi."Tom's reverie was broken; his eyes snapped open as he turned his headtoward the voice. "Oh, hi Dianne," he answered when he recognized thered-haired beauty.Dianne stepped to a shower head and turned it on. "Looks like you werelost in thought," she said pleasantly. Her attitude was a nice changefrom Shelly."Oh, yeah," Tom answered. "It feels good on my back. I guess I kind oflost track of things."Dianne smiled as she stepped into her own shower. "I figured you werehere." How?" Shelly. Her moans and gasps were faint, but tantalisingly sensual. I stopped my actions, lifting my head up to look her in her eyes. Slowly her eyes opened, with a hint of sadness hidden behind a field of lust; sad that I had stopped, needing me to carry on or do something else, just to make her cum. I started to pull my fingers out, slowly hooking them up to cause more sensation. ‘Daddy? Please I need more, give me more!’ Sky whined in a husky tone. She saw the wicked glint in my eye. ‘Daddy please.