Office Perks (28 page)

‘This is not the way to Knightsbridge.'

‘No, it isn't.'

I pressed the central locking, which closed with a satisfying click. Again Ms Chalmers spoke, now angry, commanding.

‘Whatever are you doing? Turn this car around this moment!'

‘I don't think so. Left here, Aaron.'

He turned, up into the jumble of small streets east of Marylebone Station, both of us ignoring Ms Chalmers' protests until we'd pulled in beside a square, with a row of ornamental cheery half overhanging the car. It was our first risky moment, and I was glancing around as Bobbie and Sophie piled into the car either side of our posh client.

‘Right, you stuck-up bitch, it's pay-back time!' said Bobbie, who grabbed our victim as Sophie struggled her knickers off under her skirt and forced them into Ms Chalmers' open mouth, reducing her protests to a feeble mumbling. A brief fight and her stockings had been pulled off and used to lash her wrists and ankles, leaving her helpless and dishevelled, her skirt rucked up so high the front of her expensive silk knickers showed, her blouse torn to show the curve of one plump breast.

As Bobbie and Sophie began to strip Chalmers of her jewellery and rifle her bag for her money and cards, Aaron was pulling out into the road. We'd done it, unobserved, and my pounding heart slowed a little as we picked up speed. Ms Chalmers was still struggling as we looped around Regent's Park and down to Camden Town, tugging furiously against her bonds and mumbling through Sophie's knickers.

The girls just laughed at her and began to torment her, pulling her jacket open and tweaking her big breasts, pinching her squirming thighs and the soft curve of her belly. I watched, enjoying myself as she wriggled and twitched under their pinches, and occasionally reaching out to nip at where I could get at the soft flesh of her breasts.

We made Sophie's towerblock, the next risky bit, pulling into the underground car park and stopping in the gloomiest corner. I got out first and ran to the lift, signalling the others to follow me as the doors slid wide to reveal an empty interior. Ms Chalmers was dragged from the car and across to me, her perfect leather shoes scraping on the rough concrete. I'd held the door, and was already pushing the buttons for Sophie's floor as they bundled her into the lift.

All it needed was for somebody to stop the bloody thing before we'd reached Sophie's floor, but our luck held and nobody did. Sophie ran to open her door, the rest of us following with the squirming Ms Chalmers supported between us. We made it, and dropped our victim to the floor, Sophie crowing in triumph.

‘Got her! Stick her in the bathroom, Aaron, and let's have a drink to celebrate.'

Bobbie answered.

‘You're on. Hang about, and I'll use some of the bitch's money to buy some champagne, the best!'

Ms Chalmers was hauled into the bathroom and dumped on the tiled floor by Aaron as Bobbie left. I collapsed down on the sofa, extremely glad we'd got away with it. We were now safe, and could indulge ourselves at leisure. Todd was in the kitchen, munching a sandwich, and greeted me with an indulgent wink. I kissed him, allowing my hand to stray to his crotch for just a moment, but pulled back as he found the curve of my bottom.

‘Later, anything you like. This is fun!'

He shook his head in mild deprecation for my behaviour, patted my bottom and let me go. Aaron was back in the room, the bathroom door closed.

‘You are three mad bitches, you know that!' Todd shouted through his sandwich.

There was laughter in his voice, and Sophie joined in, bouncing down in a chair. Aaron sat too, legs well splayed, his cock a prominent bulge in his trousers. I checked my watch to be sure I had my timing right and settled back, no longer worried but with a pleasant, tingling excitement growing inside me.

Bobbie was soon back, with a half-case of vintage champagne she'd managed to lug all the way from the High Street. Sophie fetched glasses and we began to drink, toasting each other and the success of our scheme in the full knowledge that Ms Chalmers could hear every word we said. Sophie was particularly pleased with herself.

‘This is going to be good, so fucking good. When I think of all those spankings . . .'

‘And that hairbrush of hers! She'll regret using that, oh yes.'

‘She'll regret it all once we're done with her, and not just the beatings, but every little snotty remark.'

‘Every order, in that nasty way she speaks.'

‘Every put down.'

‘Every demeaning task, everything. More champagne, Aaron, Sophie?'

We drank, and drank some more, four bottles over an hour, to leave my head swimming and my bladder tight. Knowing what I was going to do, the inspiration for my revenge on King made me feel increasingly naughty, and when the time was up I was more than ready for Hilary Chalmers. I drained my glass.

‘Let's go.'

Aaron had Sophie's blouse open, and had been toying idly with her breasts, but she detached his groping hand. Both stood, Aaron having to adjust his erection first, and I shook my head in mock vexation.

‘Tut, tut, you'd better let that go down first.'

He gave a loose shrug, pulled his zip down and hauled it out, a thick pole of hard brown cock meat extending vertically from his fly. I felt my tummy tighten, remembering how he plunged it into me.

‘OK, that's good, I suppose. Get your balls out too.'

Out they came, left bulging beneath the tower of his erection, a sight to delight any rude girl, and terrify a prissy one, or a middle-aged lesbian, perhaps. I went first, pushing open the bathroom door, to find Hilary Chalmers as we'd left her, bound and gagged on the floor, her designer skirt rucked up to show the crotch of her white silk knickers, her torn blouse a little open to reveal the heaving flesh of her ample chest, her eyes fixed to Aaron's straining erection. I gave a curt order.

‘Get her bare.'

I went to the bath, to pick up the big wooden bath brush Sophie had bought the day before. Bobbie had come in last, the silver hairbrush from Hilary's bag in her hand. Sophie squatted down, grinning as she ripped Hilary's blouse wide open and tugged the bra cups down to spill out heavy, firm breasts. Hilary had begun to squirm again, and make little whimpering noises through her gag, but it made no difference. She was rolled onto her front, her skirt pushed up around her waist, her knickers dragged down to her thighs, and her bottom bared – two pale, meaty cheeks trembling in her anticipation. Aaron clicked his tongue in satisfaction at the sight, making me chuckle as I spoke.

‘Right, Chalmers, first off, a good spanking, a dose of your own medicine. One hundred smacks.'

Bobbie stepped forward, placing one sharp, heeled boot in the small of Hilary's back and immediately bringing the hairbrush down on the bare, quivering nates with a meaty smack. I joined in, applying the bathbrush, unable to restrain a grin as Hilary's flesh
cheeks bounced and wobbled to the smacks, the white flesh quickly turning red.

Sophie counted the smacks, her pretty face twisted into an expression of malicious glee. As the count grew higher, we spanked harder, turn and turn about, until Hilary was writhing her bottom in her pain, her muscles twitching and her bottom pushing up and down to hint at the rude details between her cheeks, and at the lips of her glistening sex. We gave no attention to her muffled pleas for mercy, dishing out the full one hundred strokes to leave her shivering on the floor, her bottom flushed deep red, a muscle in one thigh twitching uncontrollably. I stood back.

‘I hope that's taught you a lesson, Chalmers. That's how it feel to be punished like that, you vicious bitch. Feels good, does it, like you tell us it should? Feels good to be stripped and humiliated and spanked, Ms Chalmers; spanked on your bare arse?'

Her only answer was a muffled sobbing. I stepped closer, pulling up my skirt.

‘OK girls, Aaron?'

Aaron wasn't OK, his cock was absolutely rigid. I shook my head and stepped across Hilary's prone body, straddling her legs.

‘Turn over, bitch, or you get another hundred.'

She obeyed, rolling to look up at me, her eyes full of emotion and lust as they met mine. Bobbie climbed into position, and Sophie was splay-legged above Hilary's head and waist. Both had their skirts rucked high, Sophie bare, Bobbie in lacy white knickers, which she pulled aside, leaving Hilary staring up at a bare pussy. I tugged my own gusset aside, pushing my belly out a little, above where Hilary's lowered knickers left the plump mound of her cunt showing between her thighs. There was panic in her eyes and she began to squirm again as I spoke.

‘OK, bitch, have some champagne, second hand!'

I let go, my pee spurting out onto her body, to splash on her pussy mound and her belly, soiling her knickers and thighs from a dizzy height. Sophie laughed to see, and let go her own stream, full on Hilary's breasts, and lastly Bobby, right in the face. I couldn't help but feel mean, peeing all over her, but I knew from what Sophie had told me that she really got off on being humiliated and, odd as it seemed, she may even reward us for it. She was an odd creature, Hilary Chalmers; a most unusual beast – a female pervert, in fact. I got off on it, too. It was impossible to deny the sadistic glee bubbling up beneath my pity, or the delightful sense of naughtiness. No one was being hurt. It was all good, dirty fun.

We let her have it all, laughing like drains. She was incensed, squirming on the floor, then rolling over to protect her face, but succeeding only in making sure her hair got a fair share. By the time we'd finished she was in an agony of emotion, writhing in her bonds, her big breasts squashing out on wet floor, her glistening red buttocks working in her anguish, to show the rude pink hole between and the lips of her sex. I stepped back.

‘You're on, Aaron. Now for the finalé. He's going to sort you out.'

Chalmers went wild, wriggling in the puddle beneath her, her breasts and belly splashing in it as she struggled to free herself, her naked bottom bucking furiously. Sophie bit her lip in excited anticipation as Aaron sank into a squat, his huge dark cock held in his hand. He reached forward to feel for her sex and announced to everyone how wet she was.

I was staring as he did it, my tummy fluttering and a hot rush between my legs, watching him crudely fingerfuck her – this hulking great geezer having his fill of posh totty. She let out a single, bitter sob as Aaron took
himself in hand and then positioned himself to push it slowly in to the tune of her muffled gasps.

My hand had gone between my thighs as I watched her getting fucked, remembering how it had felt myself, and unable to hold back. I sat on the bath, legs wide, staring as I rubbed myself through my knickers, until Bobbie and Sophie sat down beside me to enjoy the live sex show. Bobbie's hand slipped between my thighs and into my knickers. I didn't stop her, but returned the favour, to both of them, the three of us toying with each other as we watched Hilary Chalmers getting it on the floor.

At that moment I wanted it myself, to be treated as we'd treated her, snatched off the street by three vindictive girls, tied and gagged, my bottom stripped and spanked, laughed at as they pissed all over me, and finally given to a man, to be shagged senseless as they masturbated over what they'd done to me.

I felt my body go tight, Bobbie's fingers rubbed harder, and I was coming, my eyes glued to where Aaron's thick black cock was moving in and out between Hilary's well spanked, glistening wet bottom cheeks. I held it for ages, my fingers still working in the girls' knickers, until Bobbie snatched her hand away and pressed mine to her pussy, coming with a low moan.

Sophie was pulling on me even as Bobbie finished, and I could guess what she wanted. I went down as they cuddled together, to press my face to her fanny, licking as she took me by the hair. Her legs were wide open, her belly pushed forward, and found myself kissing her bottom hole, too high to think twice. She gave a pleased purr as my lips pressed to the tiny, puckered ring, before pulling me firmly onto her as Bobbie began to suckle on a breast.

Behind me Aaron was starting to grunt, and Hilary's
little muffled cries had taken on an urgent, desperate quality. I licked harder, full on Sophie's clit, and a moment later her thighs were tightening around my head and she too was coming. Only when she let go of my hair did I pull back, twisting around to watch the climax of Hilary's treatment.

Aaron was nearly there, tight lipped and grunting with effort as he drove his cock into, again and again. I moved close. My hand slipped in under Hilary's belly to find her clit, and I was masturbating her, everything but my task pushed from my mind as I gave her what she had asked of me – orgasm at the deepest, most emotional moment of her fantasy, when the man we'd chosen to shag her was coming.

Her whole body was shivering as it went through her, quite simply the longest orgasm I'd ever witnessed, starting before Aaron came to his own grunting, puffing climax, and continuing long after he'd shot his load. I only stopped when she'd gone completely limp and turned her head to look at me, her face full of exhaustion, gratitude, and bliss.

I'd done it, all of it, without a hitch. Even Aaron had played his part to perfection. I'd come too, more excited than I'd expected, although it didn't mean I wouldn't be indulging myself with Todd later on. He'd been watching from the door, and while he looked more than a little bemused, there was no escaping the implication of the bulge in his trousers. I gave him a friendly squeeze and a kiss.

‘Right with you, just let us clean up a bit.'

He nodded and went to pour himself a glass of champagne as we began to clear up, taking turns in the shower, soaping each other and getting nice and clean. Hilary was absolutely delighted, positively bubbling over with pleasure and looking totally relaxed. She was
calling me her angel, which seemed a bit incongruous after what we'd done, but I didn't mind. I didn't mind the amount of money she slipped into my hand later, either, a cool grand in fifty-pound notes, which was going to make an awful lot of difference to me at university.