XXX - 136 Office Slave (5 page)

In about ten minutes, Bob reappeared in the doorway. “That was right neighborly of ya,” he said, a foolish grin on his face. “I'll have to think hard about this. Would you mind if I came back, say, day after tomorrow, to explore your offer further?"

"Sure. How about the same time then?"

His smile broadened. “I have to tell ya, Jack, I never got this kind of treatment from Michigan."

"Well, that's why our customers are one-hundred percent satisfied."

After Bob left, Jack returned to his office. Surprisingly, El was still on her back on the desk, her legs splayed out, her head tipped away from him. When she heard him, she turned toward him. Jack had expected tears, but was surprised to find her still panting from her orgasm. The skin on her chest and neck was mottled with pink.

"How did it go?"

Her mouth opened and closed as if she had trouble finding her voice. “It was ... incredible."

"Really?” He was surprised, but pleased that El had enjoyed it too. It would certainly make it easier for her to embrace her new duties.

"Yes, sir.” She propped herself up on one elbow. “I've never had an orgasm like that before. Not with Bill, not with anyone."

"That's great, because he's coming back again the day after tomorrow."

El sat up. “Really?” Her expression told him she was looking forward to it."

"Yes, you did very well for your first effort. That's two-fifty off your debt. I'll make the entry now.” He called up the Excel program and added the total. It made an insignificant dent, of course, but it was a start.

"Did he use a condom?"

"Yes, sir. I handed it to him first thing and he didn't object. It made me feel safe, you know. Maybe that's why I came so hard."

Jack nodded. El might prove to be excellent at her new job. “So tell me what happened."

El didn't even flush. “Well, first he went down on me. Being shaved so close, it was really sensitive! I really like it. I came so hard I thought I'd pass out.” She looked down as if she was too embarrassed to hold Jack's gaze. “He's really good at that.” She looked up and Jack just nodded, so she continued. “Then he, um, fucked me. He has a very nice-sized cock. He hit all the right spots."

"That's good, El. You did well."

"Sir, may I get up now?"

"No.” He unzipped his pants. She sighed and lay back flat, spreading her legs for him. “One more rule to remember, slut. While you may ask clients to use condoms, I don't wish to use one. Therefore, you should stay on the pill."

"Yes, sir."

"Good.” He stepped up and aimed his rock-hard cock at her slippery entrance. He couldn't explain why fucking her after Bob enticed him so. Perhaps it was the “naughty factor.” Or perhaps that her actions might result in Sawyer winning a big contract. Either way, it excited him. He pressed his cock into her, watching as the folds parted and the juices flowed around him. He continued to press until his balls slapped gently against her ass, then he pulled back and began thrusting, grabbing her upper arms for leverage.

El began to get into the action, rocking her hips in time with his movements. Jack could feel himself rising to a powerful climax. He didn't hold back, he didn't care for her pleasure, only his own. When he was ready, he thrust hard against her and squirted his seed deep into her.

In seconds, El came as well, grabbing his forearms so tightly he though she might cut off the circulation to his hands. They clung together while the orgasm ended. Finally, Jack pulled away. He could see the mixture of fluids pour out of her gaping slit onto the towel.

"Okay, you can get up now,” he gasped.

She rolled over onto one elbow, then pushed herself the rest of the way up. “May I go to the bathroom, master?"

"Clean me first."

She dropped to her knees and took his cock gently into her rosebud mouth. It felt good to have her lips around it, even though he was quite sensitive. When she was finished, she sat back.

He nodded. “Okay, go ahead."

"Thank you, sir,” she said before she disappeared into the bathroom. Jack buttoned himself up and sank back into his chair. He checked his watch. Eleven-thirty. A lot had happened and it wasn't even noon yet.

CHAPTER 3

El stared at the face of a harlot in the mirror above the sink. It made her feel like she was somebody else. The Ellen she knew from before seemed to recede in her mind. She used a damp towel to clean up her pussy.It felt good now, being shaved so close. Of course, it also felt good to have been fucked so completely. Bill had never made her come like this. No one had. Was it because Jack had spanked her first? Teased her? Was it because she really enjoyed being taken by a stranger, at the orders of her boss?

She couldn't explain what had happened to her. She told herself she had agreed to this crazy, illegal scheme only to avoid prison for embezzlement. But deep down, she knew there was another reason, one she couldn't articulate at first. It was her id—it needed the raw, powerful sex, the submissiveness that Jack demanded. This part of her had been long suppressed. Now it had come flooding to the surface, not to be denied.

She cleaned herself up as best she could and came back out to face whatever Jack had in store for her. But now she wasn't afraid, not like she had been yesterday, when he had confronted her with the evidence. For some inexplicable reason, she felt free for the first time in her life. Maybe it was because she no longer had to be making any decisions.

Bill had let her do that. She'd been taking care of him for years. The thought of her lazy husband tarnished her mood. She knew he was eventually going to find out just exactly what she'd been doing to avoid arrest and she doubted he'd be able to handle it.

"El."

She shook off her thoughts and came to Jack's side. “Yes, master?” She knelt down, knees wide apart.

"You were very good this morning. Beyond my expectations. But now I'm behind in my work, I'm afraid.” El shot him a worried expression. “No, no,” he said quickly. “It's not your fault. It just means I'm going to have to work through lunch hour. I'd like you to order me something from the deli. Turkey sandwich will be fine and some iced tea. Order yourself something too."

She nodded. She knew the deli. They delivered, which meant she didn't have to go outside and endure looks from strangers. Despite her enjoyment of slutty sex with Bob and Jack, she still felt embarrassed for others to see what a slut she'd become. It didn't make a lot of sense, but there it was.

"May I put on my clothes?"

He nodded. She got dressed quickly and returned to her office. Her pussy still leaked some fluids and she worried that it would stain the back of her dress. She took some tissues and folded them, tucking them between the crack of her ass and the miniskirt.

As she scooted up close to the desk, she remembered to spread her legs, so he could see her. Before she could pick up the phone, the intercom buzzed. She picked it up, her other hand automatically moving to her clit, where she rubbed it vigorously, even though she was somewhat sore.

"Yes, sir?"

"I just wanted to see if you remembered,” her master said over the phone. “And what's that under your ass?"

El paled. “Oh, um, that's some tissue. I didn't want to stain my dress."

"No,” she heard him say. “Remove it. If your dress gets stained, if everybody can see, that just proves what a slut you are. They don't have to know that you're doing it to repay what you stole, but I don't want you to hide what you've become."

She found herself nodding and reluctantly removed the now-damp tissue. She knew her skirt would soon be soaked through. Whenever she walked down the corridor, people behind her would point and laugh silently. The image of it both excited and embarrassed her, and her fingers rubbing her clit only made it worse.

"Yes, sir. I'm about to order your lunch now, sir."

"Go ahead.” He hung up.

She called the deli and ordered two turkey sandwiches and two iced teas. She wondered if she was going to have to pay for it and how she might do it—she didn't have any money. She reached for the phone, ready to call Jack, but then held off. He wouldn't want to be bothered by something petty like this.

The delivery boy came in twenty minutes later. He couldn't have been older than twenty. He still had a spray of acne across his face. He had long hair, tucked up under a reversed ball cap, jeans, and a blue shirt with the name of the deli on it.

He smiled when he saw El's skimpy top and the nipples poking through. “Order here for Sawyer,” he said, holding up the bag. “Comes to seventeen-fifty-seven."

"I don't have any cash on me. Can you put it on the company tab?"

He shook his head. “We don't do that anymore. Too many people tried to stiff us."

"Well, I could get it from Jack, but he's busy right now. Can you wait until later today?"

"Sorry, ma'am.” His eyes never left her breasts.

She took the hint. “Isn't there something else we could work out?” She scooted back from the desk, letting him see her short skirt. His eyes grew wide. “What'ya have in mind?"

"A blow-job?"

The deli boy looked around. “Here?"

"You can sit at my desk. I'll go underneath. No one will notice, unless you cry out or something."

His face brightened. “Sure.” She got up, turned around and backed down under the desk. It caused her legs to splay apart, hiking up her dress. When he sat down, El could tell he could clearly see her bare pussy, distended and reddened from recent fuckings, still dripping fluids. She let him stare for a few seconds, then signaled him to move up. She let him scoot up close until his groin was right in front of her. She unzipped him and let his swelling cock spring free. But the desk was too low; she kept banging her head when she tried to envelope the mushroom head.

"Lower your chair,” she said to his penis. He fumbled for the lever and soon he dropped down to a more manageable height. Now she could reach him properly. She took him into her mouth, sucking and licking. He tasted like she might've imagined a young man would, all sweet and sassy, full of energy and need. She teased him for less than a minute before he spasmed, shooting his seed into her mouth. She swallowed it easily, although some spilled onto her chin.

He scooted back a bit, a big grin on his face. He zipped up. “Wow! That was really great! Anytime you want to order anything, just ask for Frankie!"

"Okay, Frankie. I'll do that.” She used her finger to scoop up the remaining sperm and suck it clean. She started to get up, but Frankie blocked her way.

"Uhh,” he said, staring down at her.

"What?"

"For a tip, could you let me see your ... uh, you know ... again?"

She gave him a knowing smile. “Okay. Since you've been so nice.” She couldn't believe she'd stooped so low so quickly. It was as if that person she'd been yesterday was a distant memory. Now she was on her knees, showing a boy her pussy that had just been royally fucked by two men.

She squatted on the carpet, spread her legs wide and pulled up the front of her dress, letting Frankie get a good look. He just stared, his mouth partially ajar. Then she pushed her skirt down and he wheeled back, letting her out. He stood and nodded to her.

"Thanks for your order."

"You're welcome."

After he left, she thumbed the switch on the intercom.

"Yes?” His voice sent chills down her back.

"I've got your food, sir. Would you like it now?"

"Yes."

She clicked off, then froze. She suddenly realized, she had forgotten to rub her pussy while she spoke to him. Damnit! Would he notice? She couldn't stand another spanking—her ass was already too sore.

Squaring her shoulders, she marched in, hoping for the best. She remembered, just after she shut the door, to put the bag down on a nearby chair and remove all her clothes, the few that she had on.

She approached Jack, holding out the bag, pretending that nothing was wrong. She dropped to her knees. He eyed her carefully. “How did you pay for this?"

"Well, sir, I didn't have any money, so...” She hesitated, not sure if he'd be mad or not. The words came out in a rush. “I blew him for it."

Jack laughed. “I know, I watched. I just wanted to hear you say it. Remember, don't keep any secrets from me."

"Will that count toward my debt?"

He cocked his head to the side. “Why, yes, I think it should. I didn't ask you to do it, but I admire your initiative.” He turned to his computer. “That makes three-fifty you've earned so far and the day's only half over!"

He unwrapped the sandwich and took a bite. El, not sure if she would be allowed to eat, remained at his side on her knees, waiting for instructions.

"Despite your initiative, I am disappointed in you,” he said, his mouth partially full. El froze. He knew!

She tried to pretend ignorance. “Wh-what do you mean, sir?"

"You know perfectly well what I mean."

She caved in. “You mean because I didn't touch my pussy when I called about the food?"

"That's right. And you called me Jack to the delivery boy.” He shook his head in mock sadness. “I was hoping you'd learned your lesson."

She started to beg, and immediately realized it would be useless. She could only wait and hope he wouldn't spank her any more today. Her bottom was already well marked!

His eyes softened and he appeared to read her mind. “No, I don't want to spank you again. I'll tell you what, instead of a beating, which you richly deserve, how about this instead: You stay at your desk for the remainder of the day without your skirt on. You can leave it here. And I want to see your one hand on your pussy all the time. Okay?"

El felt her heart hammer in her chest. To be naked all afternoon, covered by nothing but her skimpy top? Anyone who came in would notice immediately, even if she scooted up right close to the desk. And how was she supposed to get any work done with one hand on her pussy all day?

She started to protest, then realized the alternative was another beating. She couldn't bear that. “Yes, sir,” she said in a tiny voice.

"Good. Carry on.” He returned to his food. El took the bag containing her sandwich and the other iced tea and walked over to the door. She stopped long enough to pull her top on over her head, then opened the door and peeked out. Her office was empty, but occasionally people would stroll by on their way to lunch. She waited until the coast was clear, then bolted for her chair. She had it scooted all the way up and was trying to decide how to eat with one hand when the intercom buzzed.