Office Perks (15 page)

I got on with my work, quickly bored by the routine of searching out each case according to its reference number and fixing the appropriate label to the side. It wasn't the first time I'd had to work on the upper shelves, but it was the first time I'd had to actually climb in among the crates, which felt weird. I was completely isolated, working in gaps between the crates, invisible to everybody and inaccessible except by ladder. The top level was the loneliest of all, with the roof just a few feet above my head.

It was dusty, and strangely quiet, both things adding to my sense of isolation. By the time I was halfway through the labelling I was even wondering if it might not be fun to have a sneaky wank, which would be
deliciously naughty, and rebellious too. Mrs Henshaw had been giving me a hard time all day, and the thought of her outrage alone was almost enough to make me do it. I nearly did, but a noise from somewhere below made me chicken out.

I finished the labelling, which I was beginning to get down to a fine art, and made my way back through the huge wooden crates I'd been working on, to find the ladder gone. There was an immediate sense of vertigo, which left me clinging onto a stanchion with my stomach fluttering. It had to be nearly thirty feet to the ground, and no way was I climbing down.

My first thought was that somebody else had needed the ladder and had rolled it away not realising that I was among the crates, before I saw it, at the end of the row. I also saw Paul and George standing by it, grinning. I shook my head.

‘Very funny. Now could your bring the ladder back, please?'

They exchanged a look and shook their heads, still grinning.

‘Come on, guys, stop clowning around!'

George sniggered. Paul spoke.

‘First you've got to show us your tits.'

‘Yeah, right, with the security guys ogling me? I don't think so.'

George responded.

‘You're up for it, then?'

‘No, I am not!'

‘You said, if the security guys weren't watching . . .'

‘No, I . . .'

‘Come on, love, just a peek.'

‘Just put the ladder back, you bastards! I'll . . .'

I was going to say I'd tell Mrs Henshaw, but I didn't want to. The miserable old cow was sure to have a go at
me as well as them, and it would leave me seriously unpopular. I tried another tactic.

‘Come on, guys, be fair. I'm getting dizzy up here.'

George was going to push the ladder forward. Not Paul.

‘Quick flash then you get the ladder, not much to ask, eh?'

‘Oh, for goodness sake. You're a pervert, Paul, you know that, don't you?'

As I'd spoken I'd been tugging the front of my blouse out of my skirt, after stepping back between the crates to make sure I was clear of the camera. Their eyes went wide with satisfaction as they realised I was going to do it, and George's tongue flicked out to moisten his lips as I tugged my blouse up. Taking hold of my bra I cocked my head to one side, doing my best to sound disapproving as I spoke.

‘OK, you little perverts, here you are.'

I flipped my bra up and held it, letting them drink in the sight of my bare breasts. They were staring, Paul open mouthed, George biting his lip, to bring back my sense of power. They might have the ladder, but I had the tits. I was laughing at them when I finally covered up, after making sure they'd both had a good stare. George turned a lewd grin to Paul.

‘Nice, huh?'

‘Nice. I knew she'd do it.'

‘Yes, she did it. Now could you push the ladder back, please?'

It was my best school ma'm imitation, patient yet firm. I might as well have tried to give orders to a pair of bricks. Paul sucked his breath in. George smirked.

‘One more time.'

‘Oh, for goodness sake!'

I flipped my bra up again, putting on an expression of
patient suffering somewhat given the lie by my erect nipples. They noticed, inevitably.

‘Perky, ain't she?'

‘And some. Getting horny, are we love?'

‘No I am not! Now come on, I've kept my side of the bargain, so bring me the ladder.'

Again George was going to push the ladder forward, but stopped as Paul tugged on his shirt. Paul whispered something, too quiet for me to catch. George returned a doubtful look, then shrugged. Paul grinned. Both glanced up at me. I quickly put my breasts away. George gave a muted snigger as Paul whispered something else. Paul looked up at me.

‘How about a blow-job then?'

For a moment I couldn't speak for sheer indignation. Then I threw a shoe at him.

‘Put that ladder back now, you bastard! What, you think I'm going to suck you off, on camera!'

‘You'd do it if we weren't on camera then, yeah?'

‘No I wouldn't, you dirty sod!'

Unfortunately I couldn't keep the giggles out of my voice. He held his ground, grinning as he spoke again.

‘Come on, love, in among the crates where nobody can see. You've got me so horny you wouldn't believe.'

‘Oh, so just because you get horny over me I have to satisfy you?'

He shrugged. George pushed his hips forward, showing off the substantial bulge in his trousers.

‘It ain't going to be so bad for you either, girl.'

‘In your dreams!'

Paul spoke again.

‘If you want to come down from there . . .'

‘Don't be stupid, if you're going to come up here you have to put the ladder back, don't you?'

‘No.'

What was impossible for a small woman in heels was not impossible for a large man in work boots, especially one who seemed to have the climbing skills of a gibbon, or perhaps an orang-utan, which was what he resembled as he swung himself up from level to level. He was taking a hell of a risk, because he was sure to be on camera, and if security couldn't hear, they could see, and it wasn't going to take a genius to figure out what was going on. I moved hastily back as he reached the top level, letting him into the gap between the crates, more worried by the prospect of getting caught than having to suck him off. He took my action for assent, grinning from ear to ear as we came into the space at the centre of the shelf, moving a crate to make himself a seat and spreading his thighs wide as he took his place. I put my hands on my hips.

‘And what, exactly, do you think is going to happen?' I asked.

‘You're going to give me a blow-job.'

I held my ground, but I knew I was going to do it. He'd got me turned on, but he was just so sure of himself, and that I wanted to suck his cock. Like Niall, like Todd Byrne, he had the guts to demand what he wanted, without begging, without resorting to force, a man's way. I shook my head.

‘OK, if you insist, but you're a real pig, you know that, don't you?'

He just nodded, happy to be a pig as long as he got his cock sucked. I stepped close and went down on my knees, catching the scent of fresh male sweat, then cock as he casually unzipped himself and flopped a fat, pale penis out of his underpants.

‘Take your balls out too,' I demanded.

As he adjusted himself I was tugging my blouse up over my breasts, which I pulled out, cupping one in each
hand, to show him, and to tease my nipples. Both were achingly stiff, raising my desire as I let my fingers brush over them. His penis was stirring as he watched, and on sudden impulse I moved closer, to fold my breasts around the meaty bulk of his prick. He gave a pleased sigh, and began to push it up and down in my cleavage, making his open trousers rub on my nipples and squashing his balls onto my flesh. I squeezed tighter, making his foreskin roll back as he thrust up into the fleshy slide I'd made for him. He gave a groan of pleasure and I kissed the tip of his cock as it popped up, before moving back to take him deep in my mouth.

‘I knew you'd do it, Lucy, you little witch.'

I didn't answer, too busy sucking cock. He was growing in my mouth, almost stiff, the taste and smell of him thick in my senses. I wanted more, much more, and I was going to get it. When I was done with Paul, he'd send George up, another man to enjoy, without favour, the way I wanted it. I snuggled closer, to take Paul in my hand, tugging at his erection as I began to lick the firm, rough flesh of his balls, tasting salt and man. He was mumbling under his breath in between little gasps, his dirty words making me feel ruder still.

‘That is good, Lucy, fucking good, yeah, right in your mouth. Suck them. Oh, yeah, you are such a good cocksucker, Lucy, a great cocksucker, tits out and all.'

It was crude, dirty, urgent, just the way I felt. I took him back in my mouth, sucking eagerly as I jerked at his shaft and squeezed his balls. He stopped talking, grunted, then flooded my mouth full of come. I swallowed, keen to take it in, down my throat as I sucked hard and pulled as fast as I could. Again and again he erupted down my throat, but I took it, every drop, until at last he was finished. I rocked back on my heels, my head swimming with lust, and smiling.

‘There, was that what you wanted?'

‘Oh yeah, and some. You are good, Lucy, fucking great!'

‘Just you remember it. Now send George up, and you can watch if you like.'

He went, and I sat back, my eyes closed, just letting my feelings build. I could feel the huge metal frame shaking to his weight. It stopped, began again, and I knew George was climbing up. I swallowed hard, my whole body trembling from what I'd done and what I was about to do, kneeling bare-chested in the dust while men came up for me to suck their cocks. I opened my eyes as I heard George's voice.

‘That good, was it, girl?'

I managed a weak nod.

‘You ain't seen nothing yet. Ever sucked a black guy?'

Again I nodded, shuffling close as he sat down. I didn't want to talk, I wanted to suck. My hands went straight to his fly, peeling it down to burrow inside and pull him out. His cock was long and very dark, except for the head, which was fat and pink with a heavy foreskin already peeled back. I took him in my mouth even as I pulled his balls free, sucking and squeezing to make him gasp with pleasure before he spoke again.

‘Do you need this?' he asked. ‘Not getting it at home, huh?'

I didn't answer, lost in the pleasure of cock sucking. My hands went to my breasts, to feel their weight and stroke my skin, running my fingers over my stiff nipples as the urge to touch myself between my legs became more urgent. I wanted fucking, good and hard, with a cock in my mouth at the same time, stripped down for action on all fours with a man to pleasure me at either end.

Paul hadn't come back to watch, which was a shame,
and this alone kept my fingers off my pussy as I mouthed and licked at George's long, deep-purple dick. I'd have done it anyway, and had soon reached back to tug my skirt up over my hips, showing my knickers once more as I imagined them being torn aside for rear entry. Unfortunately the sight of my bum on show was too much for George, who came in my mouth. I just caught it, and took him deep to swallow what he had to give me, sucking it down to leave me dizzier still.

I was going to masturbate in front of him, badly in need of my orgasm and wanting to salvage what I could of male attention. He was grinning, well pleased with himself for the state he'd got me in, and would have stayed had not the foreman's voice called for him, abrupt and a little angry, and right next to us. I looked around, to find Dave standing between the boxes, his expression working between lust and annoyance. I was babbling immediately.

‘Don't be cross, please. I'll do you too. Come on, let me suck your cock.'

He didn't need asking twice. A jerk of his thumb had dismissed George and he'd taken his place on the packing case. I went to him, crawling, to unzip him and take him in my mouth. He was older, still soft. Maybe he'd take longer, long enough to let me get my rocks off properly with him still in my mouth. I had to do it, for all I needed two men. As he began to swell I was pushing my knickers down at the back, right down, to leave them taut between my knees, the feel of the cotton cutting into my flesh keeping me aware of what I was showing behind – my swollen cunt ready for penetration.

I thought Dave might respond, and I'd have let him, but he just watched, cool and quiet as his cock grew slowly to erection in my mouth. He had to be hard before I came, and I was teasing myself, stroking the soft bulge
of my pussy mound, my tits, my bottom and thighs, bringing myself higher and higher until I could bear it no more. My fingers found the wet crease of my sex. I was masturbating as I sucked cock, with Dave wanking himself into my mouth, faster and faster still.

He was going to come, and I held off, right on the brink, thinking of what I'd done, what I was doing, cocksucking on my knees as I played with myself, three men in a row, so naughty, so dirty, so good. I was taking it from them and pleasing them with my dirty antics. It always gave me such a thrill to turn guys on to the point where they couldn't hold back, had to have me, desperate to spurt into me.

Dave shot in my mouth and I pressed hard on my clit at the same instant. I was vaguely aware of voices, but I didn't care, rubbing myself as I swallowed down his spunk with my orgasm singing in my head and throbbing between my legs. It was only at the very peak I realised I was being watched. A pair of scuffed work boots appeared at the edge of my vision, another man admiring my naked body as I wriggled in orgasm and struggled to swallow down the foreman's come.

I pulled back. Words were exchanged, quite crossly, but I wasn't really listening. John was there, sitting himself down with his cock already flopped out of his trousers, right in my face. My muscles were still twitching in orgasm, and as he took me by the hair and pulled me down I took him in without arguing. I could hear others too, and knew I'd be expected to suck them all, six men, the fourth now in my mouth. I was tired, my jaw aching, my knees sore, but I was determined to go through with it, to milk every last drop of pleasure from my experience and every last drop of come from their cocks.