Looking back, I probably should have known that the CEO's daughter would be visiting the office that day. But as a young, bright-eyed intern, I was too caught up in everything to notice. 

When the elevator doors opened in front of me, first thing I saw was her two bodyguards, tall beefy ladies in smart trousers and shiny boots. Because my eyes were glued to the floor, I failed to even look up to see their faces, thinking they were just some visitors. It was only when I squeezed past their biceps, each nearly the size of my head, and tucked myself in the corner, when I realised there was another person in the lift. 

Her.

I didn't even know her name at the time. All I remember is side-eyeing her, like I did with everyone on the elevator, and giving her a little awkward half-smile. She was smiling back, but not in a one-passenger-acknowledges-another-one kind of way. No, she was boring her dark laughing eyes into my face as if I had a Gregg's egg sandwich sauce all over it. 

I averted my gaze back to the floor, of course, but could see that she didn't.

I distinctly remember the clank of the elevator's innards and the cabin jerking to a halt when she touched the panel with her ID card.

It was blank of course, everyone knew who she was. Except for me.

"Girls, we have to make a stop here," she said. "This young man seems to have lost his way."

I looked up. The two women who were guarding the door from insolent fools like me now moved and were separating me from their employer. I don't remember what she looked like, but her bodyguards' nearly made me wet my pants. Tight bodysuits covered their figures from the waists up to their necks. The faces were hidden behind masks and dark glasses. Their dark tactical gloves didn't offer a glimpse of the hands. I later found out that noone knew these women's identities since they were so close to miss Fancypants, so any identifying stuff like tattoos or eye colour was suppposed to be hidden. The only difference between them was the height and the colour of their slicked back hair: one dark and one blond.

This was when I realised that I've made a huge mistake by barging into the elevator and forcing my way between the bodyguards. I didn't even register as a threat. God, they must have believed I was so pathetic that they didn't even stop me!

"I'm... I'm so sorry," I bleated. "I'll get off straight away."

The company heir huffed a laugh, and I immediately felt mortified by the dirty wordplay.

"I mean... "  

She made a tiny gesture towards her "girls" and in an instant, they were grabbing me by the shoulders and shoving towards their employer. The force and the technique of their grasp left little doubt about my position.

"Oh, no," I went. "Am I screwed?"

Miss Rose Revelers, the only daughter of the "Revelers Ores" company, a dainty but hawkish woman, smiled even wider and exchanged glances with the other two, who were still holding me in vice grips.

"You are about to be," she answered, and I could hear and appreciative hums coming from both sides of my shoulders.

In an instant, my back was pulled back towards the blond one as she fixed my arms with only one hand. She was so much taller than me that I remember her breasts brushing past my ears which sent a petrifying jolt of arousal through my body. I tensed up, lifting my feet off the floor which didn't strain her in the slightest. She just held me in the air while the dark-haired one came closer and put her gloved hand on my throat, silencing any possible squeaks I might have produced. I could see my pitiful reflection in her dark glasses: scared, wound up, trapped. 

Hard as fuck.

I think I saw her quickly look at Miss Rose, and with her silent approval, the Amazon leaned to my ear and gritted: "Oh, we will help you get off all right."

I think I fainted for a second then. When my vision cleared, the one hand from behind had already undone my shirt buttons, still expertly holding me in place. The woman in front moved her hand from my neck to my mouth and let the other feel me up below the belt.

I knew I was going to be fired then. But I also knew that I was about to embarrass myself in front of all these people. 

"Please," I muffled against the textured fabric of the glove. "Let me go, I won't... Aahh!"

The brunette found the place I was trying to hide with my clenched thighs and gave it a firm squeeze. I saw stars.

"There you go," she said, and the voice burned the lobe of my ear. "Let Miss Rose see how sorry you are."

I whimpered something incomprehensible again, but the smell of the cloth already intoxicated my brain to the point when I could only hang in there and take it. 

Another hand snaked under my shirt and gave one of my nipples a rub, I let out a squeal felt my eyes roll back uncontrollably, to the point it hurt.

"Good boy," I heard again, not even knowing who it was talking to me.

"Please," I moaned. "Don't make me..."

"Do it," came the command from the side, and the insistent hand from the front finally dived into my trousers. A couple of seconds and it was over.

When the fog in my head somewhat lifted, the elevator was stopping again.

I was slumped on the floor, clothes in disarray, the whole body thrumming with the release. The three women were luminous silhouettes now, leaving the cabin on the underground parking level.

Thank god, I thought. No one will see my humiliation here. I could get my car and run away since I surely was fired.

"Clean up, boy," I heard Miss Rose say. "You are going to be late for the meeting."

The last thing I remember was the three women standing under the blinding light of the parking floor, and giving me a sorry look before the doors slid shut.