Opthamologist

Sex is nature, and I believe in going along with nature.

Today is Becky’s interview with JD Financial for a business loan, every Opthamologist’s graduate’s dream is to go into private practice. Becky is now a licensed opthamologist and she doesn’t want to work in someone else’s practice.
She runs the tips of her fingers through her long blonde hair, she is a bit more nervous than the average person but she can’t help it, any interaction with someone she doesn’t know has always been frightening and awkward for her, this is maybe the reason why she has very few friends and no boyfriend or ex boyfriend for that matter. She is an attractive 31 year old woman, never married, and her body is slim and sexy. She walks through the rotating doors, and admires the coolness of this firm from the furnishing to the employees, everyone’s seem so rich and determined, it goes hand in hand she assumes, she walks over to the front desk receptionist, ” Hello my name’s Becky Grey, I’m here for a loan interview.” She manages to say sounding professional, she types out her name then looks up again, ” Yes, Ms Grey, your interview will be done by Mr Malone, please go up to his office on the 25th floor, his secretary will instruct you further.” she says, sounding even more professional with a polite smile. ” Okay thank you.” Becky smiles back weakly

By this point Becky is shaking from all the nerves, she has heard of Mr Malone, he’s the billionaire owner of’JD’ in JD Financial, she didn’t think I personally did loan interviews, she thought doesn’t he have people for that. During the ride up in the elevator, she goes through her answers in her head, and gives herself one last pep talk, you’re top in your class, stop doubting yourself. The doors finally open she runs her hands down her plum fitted dress and takes a deep breath and step outs. Becky is shown into my office, I’m standing looking out the window. ” Miss…Grey?” My voice is warm but gruff. Becky’s heart skips a beat and she jumps up out of her chair. She stood and extended her hand towards me, holding what presumably is a copy of her application. I’m older, late fifties maybe? I’m wearing a black suit, black shirt, and black tie. On someone else it might of been too much, but on me it worked. ” Hello, I’m Becky Grey.” Becky flashed her teeth, hoping that her lip gloss still looked perfect. ” I’m John Malone- it’s nice to meet you. Follow me.” Becky followed me into a large room. A board table sat in front of floor to ceiling windows. On one either side of the board table are 5 leather chairs.

I’m on her in a flash, grabbing her shoulders and shoving her hard against the boardroom wall, my right hand wraps around her throat and squeezes it lightly. Becky is starting to feel light headed from fear, she looks at me, and I have a frightening expression. She claws at my hand but my left hand effectively grabs both her wrists and bring it above her head against the wall. ” I demand things from female loan applicants?” I growl at her face bearing my white teeth, she feels like she is about to throw up. She wiggles her body against mine, trying to struggle out of my grip, but she presses her belly against something big and hard in my lower region, it takes her a moment to realize what that is before she becomes completely still and looks back at me, her eyes wide, I seem somewhat amused now, ” Answer me,” I say quietly. Becky bites her lip then swallows, my eyes follow the movement, ” Yes you did…I’m sorry,” She whispers, my gaze is locked on her mouth. My eye move slowly up her face back to her eyes, my expression seems to have changed from anger to…hunger, she thinks. I release my hold, but as soon as she is free, I cup her face with both my hands and kiss her roughly, pressing her lips against her teeth painfully, she pushes against my chest trying to break the violation and protest, stop, against my lips but that allowed my tongue into her mouth, she feels tears running down her cheeks, this has to stop, I suck her lower lip hard, then nips it between my teeth, terrifying her further.

I pull away, rubbing the pads of my thumbs gently across her cheek bones, lightly wiping away her tears, as I look down at her, we are both panting. ” What did you think I called you here for, your loan is approved, I wanted to see you, I wanted you, from the first time I saw you in the lobby. I didn’t have your loan approved because you were a good investment, I invested in you because I want to fuck you and I will…tonight. You belong to me now. I’ve waited long enough and for the next 48 hours, I’m going to get my fix of you.” I say seriously, Becky knew she is screwed, she stares at me, horrified and speechless, I planned this from the beginning, how could she not see it?. I take her hand and walk her through another door, to the front of a bed. Becky walks with me silently to the bed, trying to come up with a way to escape, she needs to hit me and knock me unconscious and get out of here. But how? She looks around, and spots the vase on the dresser before I whip her around to face me, as we stand at the foot of the bed. ” I know your smart, don’t prove me wrong by trying to do something stupid. I’m going to hurt you, don’t make it worse for yourself.” I advise calmly, looking down at her.