SWEET SEX SLAVES By SUSAN SWEET

INDENTURED WIFE

by Susan Sweet

I sat at my desk in a cold sweat as I worried about the trouble I might be in.

I had become addicted to playing poker in one of the city's nearby poker clubs and although I had been winning some, I was losing more, and I had made the mistake of borrowing enough from the company's slush fund, which was under my control, to cover my poker debts. I fully intended to return the money as soon as possible, but now the company had pulled a surprise audit and I knew that my financial juggling would be discovered sooner or later.

I was awakened from my worrying by the voice of the company president, Jacky Brown.

"Would you step into my office for a moment, Mr. Petti?" she asked. It was not a question.

I looked up to see her standing in her office doorway about thirty feet from my desk. Jacky was big for a woman, standing about six foot two inches tall and weighing about two hundred and ten pounds, most of it hard muscle! The word around the office was that she had been a professional wrestler in her younger days and I didn't doubt it a bit. She kept her black hair short and tended to wear business suits most of the time. The unpleasant expression on her face caused me to jump up from my desk.

"Yes, Ma'am!"

As everyone in the office looked on, I walked quickly into Jacky's office. She shut the door behind me as I entered and pointed to a leather chair in front of her desk.

"Sit there, Mr. Petti," she said brusquely.

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