Juan Lopez tightened the grip on the telephone to the point of having white knuckles.  He tried to maintain his cool as the man on the line berated him.

"Yes, sir.  I understand," he said.  "Totally....I can hear your frustration loud and clear....No need to shout Mr. Gomez. 'Lopez and Sons' will honor the contract and absorb the cost associated with the shipping mistake....Yes, sir. Consider it taken care of and it won't happen again...I promise you....I give you..."

The phone line went dead.

"...my word."

He slammed the phone down.  He closed his eyes and tried to remember what his anger management therapist told him.  "'Count to 10 and think pleasant thoughts, go to a happy place."  Juan's happy place was the beach.  The vision he was having was a cloudy and rainy day.  He could not get past the number three when he punched the extension for his secretary, Bibiana.

"Bibi, in here...now!" he bellowed.

His office door opened and a young woman appeared.

"Bibi, do you know who that was on the phone?"

She shook her head.

Juan collapsed his head in his hands.

"Bibi, you sent me the call just five minutes ago. You really don't remember?"

"Oh, Mr. Garcia."

"Do you know why Mr. Garcia was calling?"

Again, she shook her head.

"Of course, you don't," he said with a sigh.  He didn't say anything for a moment.  Just stared at Bibi.  Bibiana started as a temp when his long time secretary Hilda retired.  He sensed trouble with a tax audit and hired Bibi to solve a financial problem.  One solution turned out to be a terrible move.  She was absolutely, hands down, the worse secretary ever.

"Bibi, Mr. Garcia was calling because we just shipped him 5,000 containers of toilet paper. Do you know why that's a problem?"

Bibi was quiet.

"Because he only ordered 500.  Do you know where he's storing the extra containers?"

Bibi shook her head.

"He's renting storage at $200 a day.  Do you know how much it's going to cost to ship that back to us?"

Bibi shook her head.

"It's going to cost $5,000.  Do you know where I'm going to get $5,000 to cover the cost of you typing 5,000 instead of 500?"

Bibi looked like she was in tears.  It wasn't the first time she had made a mistake and gotten emotional, but this was the first time it was a monumental error that cost Lopez and Sons a lot of money.  Usually, it was just embarrassing things like mixing up people's names or sending correspondence to the wrong people.  This was big.

"Bibi, where am I going to get $5,000 fucking dollars?!" he roared.

Bibi trembled and tearfully offered, "I'll work through lunch...I'll work overtime...anything, Mr. Lopez...You and your sons have been so good to me. I'm so sorry, please Mr. Lopez, anything."

Juan again thought about his anger management therapist and one of his prescribed outlets. "Since you're not a married man, Mr. Lopez," the therapist said, "I suggest you masturbate, vigorously, work out the tension and stress with a serious handjob!"  Juan laughed in the therapist's face and called him a pervert.  "If I have to release my tension, I'll just get myself a whore," he replied.

Juan stared at Bibi.  She was a mess.  A beautiful mess.  That was the one thing going for the young lady, gorgeous face, voluptuous figure.  She was wonderful eye candy and he did not dissuade her from dressy in a sexy manner. In fact, many of his peers liked to drop by just to see what she was wearing, hoping she'd be wearing a top that showed off her large breasts.  She was wearing high heels, tight pants, and a blouse.

"Bibi, stop crying," Juan said, his voice calmer as his mind started to concoct a devious plan.  "I think we can work something out."

She nodded and gushed, "Anything."

Juan smiled and realized what he had to do.

"Bibi, you're not a very good secretary, are you?"

She was a little taken aback, but knew he was telling the truth.

"I'm not very good, but I promise, I will do better. I will do anything."

"You'll have to do quite a lot to make up for this $5,000 mistake."

"Anything, Mr. Lopez. Anything you want."

Juan smiled.
"Bibi, that's just what I wanted to hear.  Now tell me, child, what are you good at?"

Bibi shrugged her sexy, slender shoulders.

"Do you dance?"

Bibi was surprised by his question.

"Do you dance? Do you like to dance?  It's a simple question, Bibi."

"Yes, of course.  All girls like to dance."

"Well, dance for me."

"But there's not music."

"It's ok.  The music can be in that pretty little head of yours.  Now dance."

Bibi started to swing her arms back and forth, move her wide hips.

"Turn all the way around.  Let me look at you," Juan commanded.

Bibi obeyed.

"What an amazing ass!" Juan thought as he saw her round bubble butt. He wondered if she was wearing a thong.

"Take your clothes off, Bibi."

She stopped in her tracks.

"You heard me. You're not that stupid.  Strip for me."

Bibi looked nervous, but started to take off her blouse.

"You're a woman of your word. I respect that.  When you said you'd do anything to repay the debt as result of your mistake, I wasn't sure how far you'd go and you're doing just fine.  Now take off the bra so I can see those big titties of yours."

Bibi complied, releasing her 36DD mounds.  She covered her dark nipples with her hands.
"Move the hands, Bibi. I want to see all of your tits."

She slowly removed her hands and he stared at her topless form.  Her breasts were magnificent. All natural and full. Not saggy and tired like the strippers who drooped at the club near his house.

"They are beautiful, Bibi. Play with your nipples."

Bibi touched her long, rock hard nipples.

"Now the pants.  Take off your pants and your panties."

Bibi took off her shoes and removed her pants and thong.

"Put the shoes back on," Juan said.

Bibi strapped the high heels on and stood naked in front of Juan.  He admired her sensuous body. She was a goddess with long flowing hair, the face of an angel and a body built for sin.

"Here's the deal, Bibi. To work off your debt, you will perform for me and my sons certain services.  Hand jobs are $5. Blow jobs $10. Fucking your tight little cunt or asshole is $20. I will keep a ledger.  And any time you fuck up and it costs me money, I'll just add it to your debt.  You said you would do anything and that's the terms of the deal.  You know I am a powerful man in this and many communities.  If you want to keep working, you'll get on this desk and earn your first $20."

Bibi had no choice. She climbed on the desk on all fours.  She felt Mr. Lopez hands fondling her ass, then felt his fingers caressing her wet cunt lips.  She resisted giving him the satisfaction that she was getting off, but it was too much and she let out a low moan.  One, then two fingers, entered her pussy and she moaned again.  She felt his thumb on her hairless anus.  He buried his face in her glorious ass and licked her from asshole to clit. He fed hungrily at her sweet, fleshy trough.  He parted her thighs and entered her cunt with the full force of his blunt cock.  She groaned as she accepted inch after inch of his girth.  He pulled hard on her hips as he penetrated her.  Her breasts started to rock with each rut and thrust.  The whole thing seemed like a bad dream for Bibi, yet oddly pleasurable as she heard Mr. Lopez straining with all his might to ram his cock into her. "Bibi, Bibi...Biibii" he yelped as he finished inside her.  She felt the cum dribbling from the end of his cock on to her soft thighs.  He masturbated and released a weak load on her legs.

 "$20," he said breathlessly, "only $4,980 to go you little whore."