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Bondage brat

CHAPTER ONE

Valerie Jones moved through the crowded lobby at Bloomingdale's, stopping to admire the sensuous red lipsticks and the gleaming, enamel nail polishes. She was a beautiful woman and enjoyed adorning her tall, exquisite body, with its high, full tits, or putting expensive cosmetics on her lovely face, with its wide blue-green eyes, pert nose and full, sensual lips.

As she moved on to the perfume counter and sprayed some Chanel Number Five at the base of her deeply tanned, elegant throat, she glanced up at the clock. It was almost two; her lunch hour was over and she hurried back to her Park Avenue office, where she was a very well paid secretary to a high-ranking lawyer.

Her long, tapering legs, in their expensive snake-skin shoes moved quickly across Lexington, then over to Sixtieth and West, to Park. Her boss, Mr. Eldridge, liked her, but she still didn't like to be late. In fact, she often thought that he liked her a little bit too much. She had watched his eyes travel down her body and linger at her chest where the full breasts began to swell upwards, or down at her legs, following their long, curved lines with greed and lust. He was attractive enough, but married and Valerie had been a poor girl for too long to bother with that.

She considered herself lucky to have found her present job, not only because it paid well, but because it afforded her the chance to meet many eligible and rich men. She intended to marry one of them and so be assured a life of ease and comfort. She was a beauty and she knew it; she wanted to use her lovely body and sexy face in the best manner possible.

As she rode up to the twentieth story in the elevator, she ran into Burt, who worked as a clerk in her office.

"Hello, Valerie."

"Hi."

"Have a nice lunch?"

"Fine." She knew the oaf was trying to make conversation and she knew, too, that his eyes burned with desire as he looked upon her low cut white crepe shirt and her narrow wheat colored linen skirt, with the long sexy slit up the side. Burt was cute, with his curly hair and warm smile, but he was a nothing, who was going nowhere. Valerie knew that she had to be very selective about who she spent her time with. If the other lawyers at her firm thought that she was cheap, it would ruin her chances.

"Say, Valerie, would you like to have lunch with me tomorrow?"