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The Party WhorennJohn's eyes felt heavy as he lay in bed, his body wracked with fever and chills. He couldn't believe his luck - the night of the company Christmas party and he was too sick to attend. With a groan, he rolled over and reached for his phone to text his wife, Amanda. "Hey babe, running a fever. You go have fun without me tonight, I'll hold down the fort here."nnAmanda's reply was swift. "Oh honey, no! I'm so sorry you're not feeling well. But I'll go in your place and represent us both. Feel better soon, love you!" She sent an animated sick face followed by a kissing emoji.nnJohn sighed and tossed his phone aside. He should have known better than to think Amanda would want to miss the party. She lived for these events, a chance to see and be seen in designer dresses and stilettos. He pulled the covers up to his chin and closed his eyes, willing the illness away.nn...nnAmanda finished her last-minute touch ups in the mirror. The white dress hugged her curves tightly, the sheer mesh sides revealing tantalizing glimpses of skin. It was daringly low-cut in front, barely containing her ample cleavage. In the back, the plunging neckline stopped just above the swell of her ass. She felt like a million bucks as she slipped on her Jimmy Choos and grabbed her clutch.nnThe party was in full swing when she arrived, a glittering bustle of designers, models, and industry movers and shakers. Amanda made a beeline for the bar, ordering a vodka martini. She needed a little liquid courage to make it through this night alone.nnDrink in hand, Amanda circulated among the guests, being charming and gregarious as she networked. She couldn't help but feel a little self-conscious without John as her plus one. But the alcohol soon had her feeling more at ease, her slightly drunken giggles drawing appreciative looks from the men around her.nnIt was while accepting such admiring glances from no less than three handsome gentlemen that Amanda spotted her business partner striding across the room. Jack stopped before her, frowning. "You're in a bold mood tonight, aren't you Amanda?" he said disapprovingly.nnAmanda just laughed and took another sip of her drink. "What? I'm just having fun! Lighten up, Jack. You know I can handle my liquor."nnBut Jack was having none of it. He grasped Amanda's elbow. "I think you've had a bit too much to drink. Let's take this somewhere more private to discuss a few things before you make a total fool of yourself."nnAmanda pouted but allowed Jack to guide her out of the main room. He pulled her into a vacant meeting room and shut the door firmly. She stumbled a bit on her stilettos and giggled again.nn"There now, that's better," Jack said, folding his arms. "Amanda, you're being very unprofessional tonight. As your business partner, I have to advise you that this behavior reflects poorly on us both."nn"Oh please," Amanda scoffed, waving a dismissive hand. "You're not my father, Jack. I can do what I want. You work for us, remember? Don't presume to tell me what to do."nnJack's face darkened with anger. "You ungrateful little whore. Is that all this is to you? An excuse to act like a cheap slut?" He stepped closer, backing Amanda against the wall.nnShe laughed again but there was suddenly less humor in it. "You? A pussy. You think you scare me, Jack? We both know you're nothing without John and I."nnThat's when he grabbed her, one large hand wrapping around her slender neck. "Be careful what you say, Amanda. Because if you keep running that dirty little mouth, I WILL make you the party slut. And you won't like it."nnAmanda wheezed and sputtered but couldn't break free of his iron grasp. Her eyes were wide with shock but also, incredibly, a hint of excitement. She knew she'd gone too far. She always pushed things too far...nnBut she still had to mouth off one last time. "You're all talk," she gasped out. "You're too pussy to do anything about it."nnThat's when Jack snapped. He spun Amanda around and yanked her dress down, fully exposing her breasts. "Oh I'm the pussy?" he growled. He started roughly groping and spanking the soft flesh, making Amanda yelp. "We'll see about that."nnKeeping one hand firmly on her, Jack used the other to rip the rest of the flimsy dress off her body. He bent her over the meeting table, delivering a flurry of hard smacks to her bare ass. Amanda was shocked, terrified, and yet undeniably aroused by this treatment.nn"Keep struggling, slut," Jack panted. "It just gets me more worked up." He forced her thighs apart and landed another ringing spank right on her sensitive pussy. Amanda keened and bucked but could do nothing to stop him.nn"Please..." she whined. "Please Jack, don't..."nn"Don't what?" he taunted. "Don't do this?" His other hand fisted in her hair, pulling her head back. "You should have thought of that before you sassed me, whore."nnAmanda sobbed as Jack's hand came down again and again on her vulnerable sex. She'd never been so humiliated, so exposed. And yet dark, forbidden pleasure was unfurling in her core. She'd crossed a line and now she would pay the price.nnJack hauled her upright and bent her over the table at the waist. She felt his hard cock prodding at her slick entrance. "Brace yourself, slut. You're going to get fucked like the cheap whore you are."nnWith a brutal thrust, he entered her. Amanda shrieked at the sudden intrusion, hands scrabbling at the table cloth. Jack just grabbed her hips and started fucking her hard, grunting with the effort.nnHer pussy clenched around him, trying to adjust to the rough treatment. Jack didn't give her a moment to get used to it, just pounded away. Amanda was lost to the sensation, her cries mixing with the obscene sound of flesh slapping flesh.nnHe fucked her like an animal in rut, using her body for his pleasure. All the while he rained degrading words upon her. "Take it, whore. Fucking take my cock. This is what you wanted, isn't it? To be used like a filthy slut?"nnAmanda could only moan and take it. She was beyond words, beyond pride. Just a receptacle for Jack's dick. He owned her now. Owned her pussy. Her body.nnAfter long, brutal minutes, Jack finally finished with a roar. He sprayed his seed all over Amanda's back and ass, marking her as his. She collapsed on the table, spent and used.nnJack pulled out and zipped up. He gave her ass a final, almost affectionate pat. "Lay there like a good whore. I'm going to get everyone to come look at my little party slut."nnAmanda whimpered. She knew what was coming. But she was too weak, too fucked out to do anything but obey. Jack strode out of the room, leaving her splayed across the table, a broken, cum-soaked mess.nnSeconds later, he returned with an entourage of men. They gathered around Amanda, leering down at her prone form. She tried to cover herself but Jack batted her hands away.nn"See how John's wife acts?" he sneered. "Letting me defile her in a meeting room. I always knew she was a dirty little cock socket."nnThe men jeered and hooted, snapping pictures on their phones. Amanda squeezed her eyes shut and waited for it to be over. She had to endure this public degradation. Had to accept the consequences of her actions.nnFinally, after a few minutes of mockery and laughter, the men filed out. Jack gave Amanda's ass a final smack. "I'll send you the photos," he promised. "So you can remember what a pathetic whore you are."nnThen he left her there, bent over the table. Alone with her shame and regret. She knew John would see the photos and videos. Know that she'd dishonored him.nnAmanda had a feeling he wouldn't be as forgiving as Jack. She shivered as she pictured the conversation they would have tomorrow.nnJohn was not going to like what she had to tell him. Not one bit.
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