Overtime Read Online Book by Dark Angel

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The meeting is to be held in the conference room. Cameron's already there; he's like me, wanting to be early.

"Hi, Nicole, how's your day going?" he asks, fully aware that he's been torturing me with this new device all day.

I see his eyes go towards my nipples. He's trying to see if I obeyed the instructions.

Adam and Chase walk in and are equally as curious to see whether the nipple clamps are on.

I say nothing and pretend not to notice their intrusive stares. By this point, they practically own my body, so what's there to say?

The client walks in. His name is Jacob Wilder. He's running for governor of Montana. His campaign is going well, but even I know it needs some help.

"Hi, Jacob," Cameron says. "Meet our newest recruit. This is Nicole Donovan. Get familiar with her name, because she's gonna be big."

Jacob takes my hand and shakes it. I can see from his demeanor that he's all politics and all charisma. He knows how to work a room.

"Hello, Jacob, very nice to meet you," I say.

"Nicole," he says. "Nice to have you on board."

We settle around the conference table that's longer than the length of my apartment. Jacob pours himself some coffee, and we get to work.

Throughout the entire meeting, the guys taunt me with the vibrator. I'm trying to act professionally because this is a meeting with an important client, but they are distracting me. You'd expect better behaviors from the bosses of the company.

I try not to smile, and I try not to moan. The sensation of the nipple clamps gripping down on my most sensitive parts is unbelievable combined with vibing action. What would they do if I came right here, in front of Jacob?

I'm determined not to come until I'm given permission, though. I really need to show them that I can do this. I feel like I need to prove myself as a good submissive because I love what's happening.

Because I want it to continue.

We go over the details of Jacob's campaign. He has his platform all set, and we're reviewing ways to pull in conservative voters that might be on the fence. I suggest the idea of holding local fundraisers in conservative-heavy neighborhoods.

The guys seem pleased with my comments, and together, we form a plan that will take Jacob all the way to Washington. He'll be on the street with the homeless, helping support sustainable energy movements, and he'll be seen at the most exclusive networking parties.

We wrap up, and Chase says, "Jacob, I think we've finalized just a few details that are left for certain victory for you in Montana."

All the while, they're vibing me, and there's hardly anything I can say to Mr. Wilder, because I'm trying to stifle any cries.

"Okay, gentlemen, and Miss Donovan," Jacob says. "Thank you for taking the time. And thank you for working on my case. I think it'll be a success in Montana and of course, I will owe it all to you."

The men seem happy as this is what they do. They get people elected. And those politicians owe them greatly.

Thus, they get more clients and more political influence. This is how you become a power player.

Jacob takes his leave and allows me some alone with the guys.

"You did really well, Nicole," Chase says.

"Yes," Cameron agrees. "We're really proud of you—on many levels. The way you conducted yourself with that client was spot on. You know your way in business, and that's impressive for someone so fresh out of school."

I'm excited that they value me for more than just my body. They seem to recognize my talent, and I know that that confidence is the push forward I need to get ahead in this world.

"Now," Adam says his eyes glossy with tantalizing persuasion. "Are you ready to come for a job well done?"

Finally.

Adam

Chase, Cameron, and I are sitting in my office after hours. It's been a long day. We have our plate full with scores of candidates and potential candidates vying for our attention.

We're the firm that gets people elected. Everyone who is anyone knows that. Thus, we’re in high demand, and it's hard to keep up with the workload. I swear I spend more time here than I do at my own penthouse.

It's a good thing my office is outfitted with all the luxury amenities I'd require at home. My personal taste is different from Chase and from Cameron. My aesthetic is black on black on black. The darker the better.

My imported black desk takes up one side of the room. Black bookshelves line one wall, and there are fur rugs scattered all over the place. I've got black and gold chandeliers hanging.

I guess you could describe this place as moody. Even though I'm the good-natured one in the group, I like to come in here and be reminded of the darker nature of life.


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