The world went blurry before my eyes. It was painful to look, but for some reason I was unable to close my eyes. Or I could close my eyes, but it had no effect on the pain or the vision. The mist was lifted from my eyes, and I looked out from the eyes of the body I would occupy for the next month.
The first thing I noticed was the girl in front of me. She was sexy in a cute way, reddish-brown hair touching her shoulders, and cute glasses framing a pair of deep green eyes. Her body was slim, and the breasts looked small and perky through the suit she was wearing. It took me a couple of seconds to realise that I was looking at a mirror, in a public restroom.
I was Marie Hanson, 26 years old, a business major and Chief Executive of a small computer company called Joint Computer Solutions, or JCS, which I had started together with a friend from college, Brian, and a friend of my wealthy father. Outside of work, I enjoyed riding, golf and painting. And, oh my, some really interesting office activities.
Before I reached my office, Brians secretary told me he had asked for me. I walked over to his office instead, and found him sitting behind his desk, smiling. The first thought that ran through my head was how good-looking he was. My business partner was an excellent engineer, practised martial arts and was also my lover and master.
"Close the door," he said. I obeyed, and quickly found the place I knew was mine, kneeling at his feet underneath his desk, my eyes looking at the floor. He rolled into place in front of me, effectively trapping me, put his hand under my chin, lifting my gaze to his crotch, and opened the fly.
His half-erect member popped out. I suddenly felt doubt and fear. My mind, the mind of Jon the seventeen years old boy, surfaced, and I was revolted by the thought of taking this mans penis into my mouth. At the same time, there was something in me that wanted to do it. Also, I knew that Brian would punish me if I disobeyed, as he had several times before, seeing the disobedience as part of the sex game he and Marie used to play. And I wasn't sure that was any better than what he wanted me to do now.
"Don't you want to play?" Brian said. I shook my head. "Well, I want to play, and if you want to be a bad girl, then I'll need to punish you." He pressed the intercom. "Jacqueline, I'll be busy for the next twenty minutes or so. Do not let anybody into my office."
"Well, then, Marie, what are we going to do with you?"
