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Bending and stacking the scattered folders on her desk as she waited for the relieving sounds of Carmen and Carlos exiting the room, Andrea felt as if her frayed nerves had literally started to bleed when that sound didn't come.

"Is that your Husband?" Carlos' booming voice asked, shattering the eerie silence that had enveloped the cramped room.

"Huh...," Andrea gulped from the strange inquiry. "He's...my...Ex...Ex Husband...Why?"

"Oh...no reason," Carlos quickly replied as he soaked in the signs of Andrea's definite discomfort. "No reason...just curious."

Sensing she had become trapped in her own office with Carlos and Carmen blocking the room's only exit, Andrea stood in a surreal stew of conflicted emotions, too numb and confused to turn around and face the two, as she nervously tapped her fingernails on the cluttered desk.

The blood rushing rapidly in her ears combined with the jittery tapping of her own fingers, preventing Andrea from hearing Carmen quietly close the door at the same time her boyfriend's footsteps eased up behind Andrea's turned back.

Feeling her feet burn as if the fires of Hell were raging beneath her, Andrea couldn't help but shiver to her core as her blood turned to ice crystals in her veins.

Casting her weary gaze up to the picture behind her desk, Andrea felt her knees turn to jelly when she saw Carmen's reflection standing there, blocking closed door.

"OH...GOD...NO," Andrea shuddered when she felt Carlos grab the hem of her knee length skirt and start lifting it up in a series of calm and precise increments.

Instinctively trying to clamp her thighs together to ward off the teenager's advances, Andrea nearly broke into tears when she realized she was an instant too late. Just as she mustered every bit of energy at her disposal to block off her privates, Carlos slipped his meaty paws between her thighs and dug his fingertips into her nylon clad thighs before she could get her legs together.

Feeling as if she had become sandwiched between the front edge of her desk and the brooding, 6 foot 4 inch hulk fondling her from behind, Andrea's heart sank even further when Carlos began to whisper into her ear.

"I know what you did...Mrs. Bell...Yep...I know what you did while you were in my bathroom the other week...you should be ashamed of yourself...and you definitely shouldn't have been so loud with Carmen in the next room trying to sleep."

"Nooo...they couldn't have heard ...that," Andrea cringed morosely.

"Don't even try to lie about it Lady," Carlos taunted. "I could smell it on you when you hurried out of my place that day...Hell ...Carmen could even smell the traces of your perfume on her panties when she went to wash them later that night...you are a nasty...nasty Slut...you can dress yourself up all pretty in those business suits and put all that makeup on your face that you want...but underneath all of it...you're nothin' but a pathetic...deprived ...and desperate Whore!"
Locked so deeply in her personal state of denial, Andrea was temporarily oblivious to the fact that Carlos had eased his hands off her trembling thighs and was now aiming them higher, right towards her petite, heart-shaped behind.

Arctic chills along with millions of tiny goosebumps shivered over Andrea's shoulders, down her back and pantyhose covered legs as she realized she had become a prisoner in her own office.

"...Stop...stop," she begged feebly as Carlos' large hands wrapped around her entire backside.

Moving in for a closer look, Carmen could clearly hear her boyfriend whisper into Andrea's ear, telling her to step out of her high heels.

Paralysed by fear and uncertainty, Andrea didn't so much as flinch the first time Carlos ordered her to remove her shoes.

"I said take them off Mrs. Bell...step out of them and kick them aside...then spread your legs a little more...DO IT!!" Carlos brazenly barked a second time.

Several painful moments dragged by for the shellshocked prosecutor as she roasted underneath Carlos' hot, brooding will.

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