When Jo got to the studio she was on edge. She walked into the lobby, briefly showing her ID to the security guy, and head straight for the lift, trying not to make eye contact with any of the people in the lobby. She wasn't ashamed of being a high class London escort girl, but she didn't want to fuel the gossip of people who weren't brave and resourceful enough to take the life decisions she had taken.
Thankfully, she was alone in the lift. She tapped her high heels impatiently against the floor as the lift took her up and up, all the way to the top floor of the building, which was reserved for the penthouse offices of Roger and the other major executives in the company.
When she arrived in the office, Roger and seven other executives - all board level, all male - were sat in a semicircle around a chair - Jo the sexy young blonde escort girl was motioned to sit in it. She did, and right away Roger began speaking.
'Jo, as you can imagine, we've all been very shocked here by the revelations in this morning's papers. I expect you're not going to deny them?'
'No.'
'Well, that's one thing. It's our view that your behaviour was highly inappropriate for an individual whose words and actions clearly have a dramatic effect on the opinions of highly impressionable young people. What do you have to say?'
'I needed the money.'
'Is that an excuse?'
'And I loved it. I love fucking men I barely know.'
There was a stunned silence. After a moment or two, Roger spoke. 'So it would seem. Well, this is our proposal. Subject to your correct behaviour, and your fulfilling a number of specialist tasks by way of recompense, we are going to let you keep your job. We'll handle the media end of things - it'll all die down in a few days.'
Jo's heart leapt, her long, wavy dark blonde hair brushed against her face. She felt her chest heave against her top and her face flush. She knew what was coming. 'What sort of specialist tasks?'
Roger chuckled. 'Don't worry - just the sort you've been practising for. Let me see, there are eight of us here. If you would be se good as to stand up and bend yourself over my desk, please. I trust we won't be requiring lubrication?' Jo murmured and shook her head,. She was shaking with nervous anticipation and her pussy was filling up - eight men!
She bent over the desk as she had been told to do and lay there, passive, waiting for the men to act. After a few moments the naughty young London escort felt one of them - Roger, she thought - lift up her skirt and grunt with satisfaction when he saw she had no knickers on. He slid her along to one end of the crescent shaped desk so that her head was sticking off one end and her bum the other. She heard the sound of a zip being undone, and felt Roger slide his cock inside her. He was surprisingly long, but she was very wet. Again, he made a satisfied noise when he realised just how juicy her pussy was. All this was to the good as far as her job prospects were concerned, she reflected. She wondered how long she would be there while each of the eight men took it in turn to fuck her.
But that wasn't what they had planned for the sexy young London escort girl. A moment later one of the other men came around her front, undid his trousers and dangled his cock in front of her face. Needing no extra encouragement, she eagerly took it in her mouth, and began sucking the long salty length.
Now the men were crowding around the desk - a couple even climbed on top of it. She felt her arms being lifted up and hard cocks pushed into her hands, which she dutifully began to pull off.
Her sexy, girl-next-door face was buried in one guy's cock, Roger's was inside her pussy pumping away and she had one in each of her hands. She strained to see what the remaining four men were doing. They were obviously more junior, as each merely had his cock in his hand and was wanking off at the site of the sexy young TV presented being fucked every which way.
This couldn't last long. Jo herself, although she enjoyed herself, fought hard not to have an orgasm. She knew that it was her job to be used and abused by the powerful men, and any sign of the young London escort's pleasure would annoy them. The first guy to come was the one in her mouth, which was hardly surprising - she was famed throughout London for her OWO technique. Then it was Roger's turn: with a groan, she felt him give one final, hard push, and then her pussy was filled with a gush of hot cum. The guys she was jacking off came next, and she felt them splatter her expensive clothes with their jizz.
The executive who had been getting head moved out of the way, and the remaining four junior execs got in front of her and spurted their loads over her one by one. By the time she stood up, she was sticky with cum.
'That will do, Jo,' said Roger. 'You may leave now - but let me warn you we won't tolerate any more inappropriate behaviour from you.'
'But - ' she said, indicated her dripping, cum-covered hair and clothes. Surely they would let her shower before she left?
But no. That was part of the punishment. She walked into the lift - which this time was packed with staff - and down, out of the entrance hall, covered in cum. She felt her cheeks burning red with shame, but the punishment worked. She was going to be much more discreet in future.
