Charity in bondage

In a world without sexual harassment law, Auctioning Charity uses a charity auction as the launching point for reflection on the tension between commerce and human dignity--well, that and the fulfillment of a boss's fantasy to dominate Charity, his female VP. An excerpt:

“It’s about the executive auction,” she said. . . .

“The image of the female on the auction block,” she said now, evidently deciding on the direct approach, “is rather repugnant, don’t you think?”

He narrowed his gaze. “As opposed to a male being sold?”

Her full lips formed into a pouty, irritated frown. Oh, how he would like to explore the full range of her emotions, putting her under absolute control, manipulating her pleasure and her pain, her agony and ecstasy, for endless hours.

To begin, he would like to take her in his arms and overpower her with a kiss, reducing all her arguments to a single, panting, breathing motion, only one word left in her vocabulary—Yes.

Correction—two. Yes, Master.

“You know what I mean, Roger. There are a preponderance of images and cultural metaphors surrounding the exploitation of the female body.”

Roger snorted. “Good heavens, woman, it’s a charity dinner. I have no intention of selling you into white slavery.”

No, he just intends to buy her.

Sad to say, I've met executives just like Roger.

Blah.