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I gripped the far edge of the desk, legs spread, bent over, face down, and naked as Mikhail fucked me from behind, pulling my hair with one hand in order to fuck me harder while stopping to smack my ass every once in a while. My already-sensitive tits were rubbing along the grubby blotter on his desk, and pencils and pens were being pushed or rolled to the sides, threatening to fall off as the desk shook while he porked away, happy as the fucking pig he was.When he finally came, I breathed a sigh of relief.He smacked my ass one last time as he pulled out of my pussy, then stuffed himself back in his undershorts and pulled his trousers up, not bothering to tuck in his shirt. ?Now, make sure you get that report typed up before you go onstage. I don?t want to have to explain why it?s late, get me??I straightened up, turned, and looked up at him, ducking my head and smiling, ?Yes, boss. Me?I?finish report, yes sir. Then me go on stage and wow fuckers like usual, yes??He snickered. ?I?m sure you will. But don?t call them fuckers where they can hear you, okay? Call them customers or clients.?I pretended to be confused. ?But, boss, you call peoples in audience fuckers or suckers, yes??He laughed again. ?Yeah, I do. But I don?t want you to call them that.?I shook my head as if confused. ?Not understand, but okay. Me?I?call them customers, yes??He patted my head condescendingly, ?Yeah, that?s right. Now get dressed, and get that report typed,? and walked out leaving the door open, unconcerned that I was naked. Once he was gone, I spat in his coffee mug, then walked over and closed the door. I?m sure people thought it was because I didn?t want other people to see me naked, but in fact, it was so I could continue going through his files, both in his filing cabinet and on his computer.The asshole thought he was fucking me and using me as his bitch. What he didn?t realize was I was fucking him ?*and the bitch-slap I was going to deliver was going to hurt him a whole lot more.~~~~~The jackass, Mikhail, had owned the car that sideswiped Mistress Miriam?s BMW, forcing it off the road, and killing her. He had conveniently reported that it had been stolen just before she was murdered, which made him a prime suspect in my eyes. He ran a sleazy strip club and was widely thought to have underworld connections. Ankara escort I had vowed to avenge my Mistress? death, and I was going to start with him.Over time I had confirmed that he was a pawn of a larger organization. That meant I would have to find out who was above him. I meant to eat ? or fuck ?*my way up the food chain, chewing up and spitting out the intermediaries as I went until I found out who had ordered my Mistress killed. Whoever they were, I was going to exact painful revenge on them.So I had secured a job as a stripper in the club he ran so that I could worm my way into the jackass? trust, learn what he knew, read his files, and find out all I could about the organization he worked for.Then I was going to flush him like the shit he was.The way I had gotten the job was by giving him the best blowjob he had ever had while convincing him it was because he was such a great cocksman. I also showed him I was a money-maker as a stripper ? but he had a lot of girls who could do that. I was so good at sucking cock that he wanted me to blow him every evening before I went onstage. I had used that to gradually work my way into his confidence.I started by tattling on the club?s employees and telling him what they were doing and saying behind his back. I disliked doing it, but I was ruthless and would do anything to get what I wanted.I also took his side whenever there was a dispute over anything, leaping to his defense and fawning over him the rest of the time. He was such a tool that he figured it was because someone had finally recognized his natural brilliance and sex appeal.Meanwhile, I found ways to be useful to him wherever I could, eagerly building up his pathetic little ego, and being oh, so grateful that he consented to let me fuck and suck him.One day, when I came in to give him his daily blowjob, I found him trying to peck out a report using two fingers and a lot of swearing. His secretary, whom he was also banging but who gave him a lot of attitude, had phoned in sick, and he had to get a report filed. I suspect she knew that and was trying to piss him off.I persuaded him to let me try typing ? which wasn?t hard as he clearly hated doing it, and was bad at it. He also viewed himself as a big boss ? an illusion I supported every way I could Ankara escort bayan ?*and didn?t want to be seen doing menial shit. I told him he would have to dictate the words because my English wasn?t very good. In fact, I spoke several languages, all of them better than he did ?*but he didn?t know that, and I worked hard to make sure he didn?t suspect. In particular, I made sure he thought I didn?t understand either French or German, as those, as well as English, were the languages he used to communicate with his bosses.He dictated the report in English as I typed, and was pleased to find it got done quickly and well. He never stopped to wonder why someone who had learned secretarial skills in Ukraine, typing in the Cyrillic alphabet, could type competently in the Roman alphabet when she could hardly speak English.He just wasn?t very bright, so the thought never occurred to him.Of course, I also let him think he could blackmail me if he wanted. Every time he brought up my status as an illegal immigrant, or talked about my ex-boyfriend, I stammered and acted nervous. He eventually figured out that I was anxious that I would be deported back to Ukraine, or that my imaginary, abusive ex-boyfriend would find me.Once I had convinced him of that, he made a point of mentioning these things regularly, as if he needed to kick me in the ass to keep me subservient.As a result, when his secretary finally had enough of his piggy ways and quit, he thought he was incredibly smart and got me to do her work during the day, then strip to make money for him during the evenings. He never mentioned paying me her salary, and I never asked because I got what I wanted, which was free access to his office, his computer, and all the files.It also allowed me to stick around while remaining invisible. No one who called or visited him thought twice about me. I was just another stupid Eastern European slut, trying to make a living on her back.As a result, I learned things from the conversations he had, both on the phone and in person. When he had a VIP visiting, he would sometimes call me in and tell me to strip. I always acted embarrassed and ashamed of being naked in front of any stranger in his office. He thought that was just the greatest thing ?*and then he would instruct me Escort Ankara to give myself to this stranger, while he watched, or even joined in. Occasionally, they would spit-roast me, but carry on talking over my body.So, while I was fucking or sucking or being abused by one or the other or both of them, I listened carefully to what they said, usually in French or German. I also gave great performances as if I was incredibly turned on by these clumsy scum buckets, and grateful for the chance to take their dicks however they wanted to give them to me.In particular, Mikhail had an associate, Alexei, from somewhere in Eastern Europe, who would come by to visit him from time to time. He was clearly part of the organization and was probably checking up on Mikhail because the jackass always seemed eager to please him, and that included giving me to him.Fortunately, as well as fucking, Alexei liked to drink and loved to brag when he was drunk. I made sure that he got plenty of alcohol as well as pussy, then listened as he talked, asking questions to build up his ego, and making sure to write or type notes when I could, even if I had to sneak off to the little girl?s room to do so. As a result, Alexei gave me a picture of the larger organization, beyond Mikhail?s small piece of it, sip by sip, and suck by fuck.In between Alexei?s visits, I would straighten up Mikhail?s office, file his papers, organize his sloppy work ?*and photograph it all. I also copied all of the phone numbers he called and kept track of how often he called them, then did the same for all of his incoming calls. Plus, I often got to listen to his conversations as he liked fucking me or having me suck him while he talked to his superiors on the phone. It made him feel like a big man.And, of course, since he saw me as a dumb slut, he never worried about what else I was doing when I wasn?t typing, filing, or putting out.One time he misplaced his cellphone. He was relieved, and almost pathetically grateful when I ?found? it ?*after I had cloned it, of course. And that gave me access to some really interesting information, much of which I used later.In short, after I had been Mikhail?s slut for four months, I knew just about everything he did, and in many cases more ? except for what he kept in one locked drawer of his desk.It would have been easy for me to pick the lock, but I decided to be cautious. Sure enough, every time he locked it, he put a telltale on it,*a hair that he pasted from the edge of the drawer to the body of the desk, so that if anyone opened it, the hair would fall off, and he would see it and know.