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    “Tessa, run down to the deli on the first floor and get a variety of bagels. Mr. Yakamura loves them.”
    “Yes, sir,” I said, hoping the phrase would remind him to punish me at least a little before his appointment arrived at ten.
    “Oh, and Tessa?”
    “Yes, sir?”
    “We’re considering a major deal with Mr. Yakamura, so this could be one of those days we talked about, where I need you to go the extra mile.”
    “Um…okay.”
    “I’ll be meeting with him in the morning, and Dix will be seeing him in the afternoon.”
    “Separately?” I wondered why they didn’t kill two birds with one stone.
    “When it’s a deal this big, we like to make our decisions independently, and compare notes after we’ve slept on it. If we both think it’s a good idea, we invest.”
    “Oh, I see. Should I bring in some lunch for Mr. Yakamura?”
    “No, you can take your lunch break as usual. He’ll be otherwise engaged. We like to show him a good time when he’s in town. He brings us the most promising investments to consider from Asia.”
    “Oh,” I said. What did that mean? Were they getting him a hooker? “I’ll go get the bagels.”
    I wondered what in the world the two of them could need extra help with once the bagels were here.
    Mr. Yakamura showed up promptly at ten. He was a pleasant-looking man with high cheekbones and full lips. His manners were stiff and formal when he nodded at me and asked for “Mr. Maddox.”
    I showed him into Mason’s office and shut the door behind him.
    I’d only done a few minutes of data entry when I heard Mason’s voice in my ear.
    “Tessa, come in here.”
    Did Mr. Yakamura go through the bagels already?
    I entered the office quickly.
    “Close the door,” Mason said.
    I did so, wondering if I should have brought a legal pad or a laptop. Was I supposed to take notes?
    “Mr. Yakamura and I were having a difference of opinion. He says American employees lack obedience, but I told him that isn’t the case here.”
    I had no response to that.
    “You obey me in everything I ask, don’t you, Tessa?”
    “Yes…sir,” I said. Why was his tone making me so nervous? I noticed Mr. Yakamura’s face held an expression of anticipation.
    “Let’s prove it to him. Take off your blouse.”
    What?
    I stopped breathing. For some reason this seemed much worse than what had happened in this office so far. For one thing, I’d never, ever disrobed in front of two men at once.
    I met Mason’s steady gaze. It told me I’d better not make a fool of him in front of Mr. Yakamura.
    My hands trembled as I worked the buttons of my blouse. When I finally finished with them, I skimmed it off my shoulders, extremely glad Mason hadn’t put nipple clamps on me this morning.
    Mason glanced at Mr. Yakamura. The man shrugged.
    “Not convinced?” Mason asked. “Your skirt, Tessa.”
    I tried to swallow but my mouth was too dry. Would the skirt be the last request?
    Reaching behind me, I unzipped my black pencil skirt and let it fall to the ground, revealing my black garter belt and white bikini panties.
    Mr. Yakamura turned his chair so he was staring at me straight on. He expected more.
    “The bra and panties, Tessa.” Mason motioned toward my chest and crotch.
    I fought back angry tears. I’d thought the times before with Mason had been embarrassing, but they weren’t nearly as humiliating as being showcased to a stranger like a prized pony.
    Slowly, I reached behind and unclasped my bra. It dangled on my shoulders for a moment before I gathered the courage to pull the straps down and let it drop off.
    But as I slid my thumbs into each side of my panties, something strange happened.
    I looked into the faces of each man—Mr. Yakamura, then Mason—and excitement oozed down to a certain spot between my thighs.
    I couldn’t believe this was turning me on. Was I destined to end up in the nuthouse like my mom?
    Once I’d stepped out of my panties, I tried to stand up straight