Many pulled him to the side to ask privately if it was true—that Ellen had gone from CFO to slut, available to them as a perk. Yes, it was true, he told them, but only if we can get productivity up and accidents down."She's not going to just drop her drawers for anyone in the hallway,” he cautioned. “You've got to earn it."His cellphone rang after about forty-five minutes, and noted it came from his office, so he returned immediately. Walter was just leaving, promising him he'd send over the details of the contract for Jack to study. Jack told him he'd have an answer in less than a week.Jack couldn't help but notice the big grin on Walter's face as he left.El was facedown on the couch, somewhat breathless, her legs splayed apart. He went to her side, noticing the sheen of sweat on her body, the redness of her pussy, the bluish marks from her punishments. It bothered him that El bruised so easily. He'd have to come up other punishments. He didn't want clients being put off by her bruises."Give me all the details, so I can put it in your debt record."El sat up gingerly, but made no attempt to close her legs or cover herself.
