The Breeding Bundle, Vol. II

  Breeding Bundle, Vol. II

  By Natalia Darque

  Published by Natalia Darque at Smashwords

  Copyright @ 2012 Natalia Darque

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  Table of Contents

  Blackmailed And Bred By Her Boss

  Breeding the Exchange Student

  Breeding My Stepmom

  An Excerpt From

  Looking For A Few Good Men:

  Cougar On The Prowl

  Blackmailed And Bred By Her Boss

  By Natalia Darque

  Chapter One

  Brooke Benton dreaded going to work every single day. She seriously regretted her decision to take out tens of thousands of dollars of student loans to attend three years of private law school. With the crushing student debt, she had no choice but to work her ass off in order to make the required payment each month

  Only in her second year of practicing law, she had gotten hired into a small but very active law firm. She had been hired by the senior partner, Wade Preston. At the two interviews with Wade, she had been very impressed with him. He was devastatingly handsome, with a strong muscular physique, honed by hours in the gym each day. He had dark hair, kept stylishly cut, blue eyes, and a great smile. His face featured model good looks.

  At the interviews, he had been charming and all smiles. It was also obvious that he wasn’t put off by her looks, like any man ever was. At 27, she was built like a brick shit house, as her dad used to say. Involved in athletics in high school and college, she had a sporty athletic little body that she still kept trim and firm with long runs every morning. The runs also helped her with stress reduction from the grinding toll that her job was taking on her.

  Her problem was that Wade, despite his almost distracting good looks, had turned out to be a flaming asshole. He was difficult to deal with, bossy and opinionated, and loved nothing more than to berate his employees in front of everyone. One of the other girls in the office jokingly said that he had a personality that qualified as a form of birth control. Brooke couldn’t have agreed more.

  He also had a wandering eye, and had had more than one affair in the office. He had a reputation as a first class philanderer. She also found out that he had married into old Dallas money, and would do anything to keep his wife from finding out about his running around. He liked the good life he was living just a little bit too much. She was amazed that given how in love he was with his wife’s money, that he would continue to be such a continuous and flagrant cheat.

  Soon after she joined the firm, Wade had made a pass at her, cornering her in his office and attempting to kiss her. She had deftly avoided him, and which pissed him off to no end. He tried to browbeat her into sleeping with him, which she fended off by saying she didn’t sleep with married men. It was a refusal that still upset him badly, and he didn’t let her forget it. He had taken to berating her openly for everything she did, whether wrong or not. Nothing that she did was ever good enough for him.

  She had actually considered filing a sexual harassment suit, citing a hostile work environment, but looked at his record. He had successfully fended off several suits already, all either defeated in legal proceedings, or settled for a small pittance, and then proceeded to destroy the legal careers of any who opposed him. He had a perfect record of getting out of every piece of trouble that his cock got him into. With her crushing student debt, she knew that getting destroyed now would ruin her financially forever.

  So she was stuck in a horrible job, with a boss that was the biggest asshole in the world.

  After her first year at the firm, she received a fairly significant bonus, and decided to spend it on something that she had wanted since she was a teenager. She had always considered her breasts to be too small, and she didn’t like their shape. With her bonus, she consulted a plastic surgeon about a breast augmentation. She was able to schedule her surgery for a Thursday, and ended up missing only two days of work.

  She told the doctor that she wanted to have a full C-sized cup, as she didn’t want to go too big in the chest. She awoke from her surgery and was driven home by a friend. After a few days, she appraised herself and thought she was a bit larger than she thought. She called the doctors and they advised that it was probably just post-operative swelling. She waited on it to settle down.

  It never did.

  The doctor, who had advised her to go a bit larger than she thought she wanted, had apparently just did what he thought best. Rather than a full C, she ended up with a full D. As her implants settled into place, and took on the proper shape through settling, she had to admit that she wasn’t disappointed with the results, and was glad the doctor had ignored her.

  Although she was very closed-mouth about her surgery, she could tell from the looks she got on her first day back that it wasn’t a mystery what she had spent her annual bonus on. She also noticed that Wade conspicuously checked out her chest every chance he got, and made no attempt to hide his leering stare.

  About three months after her surgery, she was cleared to wear an underwire bra again, and went to Victoria Secret to get outfitted with all new bras in the right size. She was VERY pleased with the effect that the new lingerie had on her figure.

  The morning after that, she walked into the office. When Wade saw her, Brooke noticed his eyes practically bug out. All day long, she felt eyes, especially Wade’s, checking out her new look.

  At the end of the day, she stopped by his office as she always did, to check in with him before she left.

  “Wade, I’m taking off unless there’s something else you need me to do,” she told him.

  “Oh Brooke,” Wade’s voice was, for once, friendly and inviting. “Come in. I wanted to ask you something.”

  “Oh, and close the door,” he added with a grin.

  She entered the office and closed the door behind her.

  “Yes?” she asked.

  “I’ve been wanting to ask you something a little personal, and couldn’t find the right time to do it.”

  “What?” Brooke gulped nervously.

  “There’s a rumor going around that you spent that bonus I gave you on a boob job. Is that true?” Wade was grinning at her in a knowing way.

  “Well, I guess it’s no secret,” Brooke struggled to remain calm. “Yes, I did.”

  “Well, you look great,” Wade complimented her, seeming to be sincere for once.

  “Thank you.”

  “You know what I’d really like?” Wade asked with a huge smile.

  “What, Wade?”

  “I’ve never seen a $10,000 pair of titties,” Wade leaned back in his chair. “I’d love to see yours.”

  Brooke looked at him. Then the kernel of thought blossomed into an idea in her head. She would like to torment him for all
of the asshole things he had done to her. Letting him see, but not touch would be a fantastic way of sticking it to him.

  She paused, and then made up her mind.

  She deftly began to unbutton her blouse, starting at the top and worked her way down. When she had unbuttoned to the waistband of her skirt, she reached in and unclasped the front closure on her Victoria Secrets bra.

  With a wry grin, she pulled the bra and shirt aside, giving him an uninhibited view of her newly healed, enhanced breasts.

  His eyes went wide in amazement. He remained in his chair. After a few seconds, she began getting her clothing back in order.

  “What do you think?” she asked.

  “I think you have a very talented surgeon. I’m glad I was able to get them for you,” he was grinning broadly.

  “Well your bonus made it happen, but you didn’t exactly get them for me,” she told him, somewhat sternly. “I’d like to think my hard work for you had something to do with it.”

  “Whatever,” his voice was non-committal, back to being an asshole. “Anyway, they look great. I’m glad you got them.”

  “Me too,” Brooke told him. “Now, if there’s nothing else?”

  “No. I guess not. See you in the morning.” Wade went back to the papers on his desk, as Brooke turned and left.

  Chapter Two

  A few days later, Brooke arrived at work and found a note from Wade.

  “Come see me as soon as you get in,” the note said in his scrawled handwriting, which reminded her of that of a serial killer.

  She set her things down and went to Wade’s office. He looked up and smiled at her when she walked in.

  “How long would it take you to pack and get ready for a three day trip?” he asked her without any preliminaries whatsoever.

  “Oh, a couple of hours or so, I guess.”

  “Great,” Wade told her. “There’s a conference in Las Vegas about class action lawsuits. I’ve got a cause of action I want to get started and I want you to help me with it. If we can make it work, it will be huge money. It could make you a rich woman.”

  Brooke looked at him in disbelief.

  “I guess I have to ask, why me? You never seem to approve of my work. You yell at me constantly. Why me?” she asked seriously.

  “I think it’s time you get a break,” he shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly.

  She paused, not knowing what to say. She simply stared at him. What this her good fortune, or was he up to something? Given his confused moral center, Brooke had no idea what he really wanted.

  “OK, I’ll run home and get some things.”

  “Cool, I’ll get the reservations made. We’ll leave later today.”

  Brooke left and packed for a three day stay. She included both business and evening attire for each day, as well as some casual clothing, and a bikini for swimming. She rushed back to the office, and found a note giving her the flight number, gate assignment and time of departure from Dallas-Fort Worth International Airport on a non-stop to Vegas. They were first class tickets.

  Brooke laughed inwardly. That would be like Wade to refuse to travel in steerage with the peasants.

  Later, she met Wade at the airport. He had arrived early, and was reading legal briefs as he waited for the flight. He greeted her casually, then returned to his papers. Brooke had more than enough to keep her busy, so she got out her own work and kept herself occupied until the flight left. They more or less studiously ignored each other as they waited.

  Once in flight, Wade ordered a cocktail as soon as the drink cart appeared.

  “You want anything?” he asked her.

  “White wine would be great.” Wade ordered for her as well, and paid for both drinks with the law firm’s credit card. She decided that this was going to be a nice getaway on the firm’s nickel so she might as well enjoy it.

  During the flight, Wade began telling her about the case. It was a large class action lawsuit against a pharmaceutical company over an anti-convulsant drug that was linked to a specific and profound birth defect of the heart. A number of children had died shortly after birth, others required numerous life-threatening surgeries to get their hearts repaired to where they could lead some semblance of a normal life.

  “Causality’s a slam-dunk on this one,” Wade offered. Linking the drug to the problem was always the hardest part of any large-class action suit like this.

  “Anyway, a buddy of mine from law school is the head dog on this one. He offered me a piece of the pie if we’ll coordinate all the plaintiffs in an area that comprises a fourth of the country. Our share of the settlement will be big. The settlement promises to be in the hundreds of millions.

  Brooke did the math in her head. 33% legal fees of hundreds of millions was somewhere in the vicinity of a shitload of money.

  “So why me?” Brooke asked. Still curious about why Wade chose her.

  “You’re just the one I want to have with me on this one.” Wade smiled at her. He really could be charming when he wanted, and he certainly was easy on the eyes. She wished at this moment that he wasn’t such an asshole most of the time.

  Wade looked down at Brooke’s empty glass. He raised his eyes questioningly.

  “Another drink?”

  “Sure.”

  “The conference doesn’t start until 10 in the morning. Drink up. Have a good time on the firm!” Wade told her.

  He reached up and pressed the button to call the flight attendant.

  Chapter Three

  They arrived at the Luxor Casino a few hours later. Wade had kept the drinks coming the entire flight. He had also displayed a totally different side. Instead of his harsh and abrasive usual self, he was polite, considerate and charming. He regaled her with stories of previous cases and some great settlements he had obtained fighting for his clients. She listened to him intently, finding that she was strangely enjoying his company.

  Or maybe it was just the fact that she was rapidly getting three sheets to the wind from all the law-firm purchased glasses of white wine. Wade was noticeably tipsy too.

  He checked them into their rooms. She opened the door to her room and wheeled her suitcase in. The room was luxurious by any standard. She also noticed that there was a door connecting her room to the room next door, which happened to be Wade’s. She wondered if he planned it that way.

  The knock on the adjoining door made it pretty clear that Wade had indeed planned it that way. She walked to the door, undid the safety catch, and opened it. He was standing in the door, leaning against the doorframe with a bottle of champagne and two glasses in his hand. He was smiling broadly at her.

  “A little bubbly?” he asked.

  She smiled back, but wondered suspiciously what his intentions were. He sure was laying on the charm heavy as well as plying her with alcohol.

  “Sure. Come on in,” she told him, against her better judgment.

  He popped the cork on the champagne and poured both of the stems full. He held up his glass in toast. She held hers up as well.

  “Here’s to a fun three days,” he toasted. She clinked glasses and took a healthy gulp of the champagne.

  “I thought we were here to work?” she asked after the carbonation fizzed in her mouth, causing fumes to force their way out her nose.

  “Oh some of that too, but who says we can’t have a little fun?” he tried to reason with her.

  “Oh, I’m all about having fun,” Brooke smiled back at him.

  “That’s what I thought,” Wade said. With his unoccupied hand, he reached out and snaked his hand around her waist, and pulled her gently against him.

  “Wade, I…” Brooke stammered. Her sentence was cut off by Wade’s mouth crushing down over hers, his lips pressing hard against hers. Her head swam that she had gotten herself into this predicament.

  She felt his lips part, and his tongue contacted her lips, probing, darting. Thoughts reeled through her head. His drastically changed personality that she actually liked. The multimillion dollar
settlement that could make her incredibly rich. Her fear of risking it all by rejecting him.

  Brooke slightly parted her lips as his tongue probed. His tongue gently snaked into her mouth and their tongues touched. His felt slightly rough to the touch, but wet, warm and pliant. He skillfully kissed her, and she was amazed at how good he was at it. Despite her fears and mixed feelings about Wade, she felt herself getting wet and excited from the attraction she felt to him, and the sensations his kisses were causing.

  She heard a slight thunk as he set his glass down on the table next to them. He reached and took her glass too then set it down. His hands slid up her body until they gently cupped her breasts. She shuddered at the pleasure his touch caused.

  “I’ve been dreaming about these ever since you showed them to me!” His voice came in an urgent whisper in between kisses. His body pressed hard against her, his cock noticeably hard against her abdomen.

  Wade began unbuttoning her blouse, fumbling his way nervously down her buttons. Skimming her blouse aside, he found the clasp on her bra, worked it open, and liberated her breasts from the confining garment. His hands found her bare breasts, kneading them and lightly brushing over her nipples. She shrugged off the blouse and bra, throwing it behind her.

  Her hands dropped to his waist and began tugging at his belt to open it. He reached down to help her with it, and she moved on to his trousers, getting the waistband undone and his zipper down. She took his pants in her hands and slid them down his hips, taking his boxer briefs with them. His cock, hard and rigid, popped to attention when freed from his pants. Her hand curled around it and slid up and down. She gasped at the size. He was quite a bit larger than her last boyfriend, a guy she dated for a few months after she moved to Dallas.