"I want you bad – real bad."

Her skirt came off in his hands with one move. Ginny couldn't believe it. She hadn't even felt his fingers fumbling for the zipper. He was smoothing her blouse back over her thin shoulders, working the buttons open. In a second it, too, dropped to the floor. She caught his wrist when he touched the elastic of her panties.

"No!" she gasped.

Ginny couldn't go that far, not just yet. Standing there in the office, with those horrible lights overhead, in just her bra and panties was bad enough. Justin smiled again, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

"Okay. We'll play it your way – for a while."

The condition made her flesh crawl. There was nothing she could do if he wanted to play things his way. He was stronger than she, and he was right. There were no sounds outside, no sign of anybody nearby she could call to if he wanted to rape her.

"Take down my pants, then," he said calmly. Ginny felt him gripping her right hand, forcing her fingers to his fly. She tightened her grip around the tab and pulled down. The sound of his fly opening sent chills racing up and down her spine. Ginny pushed the trousers down to his knees, Justin's hand's holding hers by the wrist.

"Now the shorts."

The girl tried pulling away, but Justin forced her to do it. Ginny couldn't look as she pushed his shorts down to his knees. The touch of something very hot told her his prick was free.

"Oh no, no!"

He was holding her once more, pressing his body against his. Something very hot and incredibly stiff touched the front of her cotton panties. Then she felt that hot thing slide up, up until it was way beyond the elastic band of her underwear.