XXX - 136 Office Slave (11 page)

"Hey, when do I get my turn?"

She walked up to him and placed a soft hand against his cheek. “Soon, Frankie. It's just that Sam really turned me on and I couldn't help myself. Your turn will come."

Frankie was speechless.No doubt his estimation of his nerdy co-worker rose considerably. She dressed, picked up the sack of food, winked at them, and left. She had checked the time and knew she had less than ten minutes to get back before Hank was supposed to show. Though she hated the thought of him, she didn't want to be late.That would only cause more punishments.

She hurried back as fast as she could, but her sandals were not made for walking quickly. In her office, she dropped her uneaten lunch off at her desk and checked the time. Five after two. Dammit! She went into Jack's office and spotted Hank standing there, looking around the empty room. He was a big, barrel-chested man, with a thinning shock of white hair and bandy legs.

"Oh, there you are. You're late. I was beginning to think you stood me up,” he said in a loud, angry voice. “Okay, let's get busy. I know what you are and you know what I want. Strip off those fuckin’ clothes and let's get busy."

El couldn't help but contrast the gentle loving of Sam from this profane jerk. Still, she had a job to do. Sighing to herself, she stripped off her clothes for the umpteenth time that day. “Where do you want me?"

"On the couch, bitch. Up on your hands and knees."

"Would you wear a condom, please? They're in the top drawer."

Hank sneered. “From the way I hear it, you'll fuck anything that moves, so what do you care about condoms?"

"Jack asked that everyone wear condoms,” she insisted. “If he hears you refused, he'll be upset."

Hank laughed as he unbuckled his pants. “Honey, I'm retiring in three days. Tell Jack he can kiss my grits.” His hard cock sprung free.

Before she could protest further, Hank had grabbed her around the waist. She felt his hard cock bump up against her ass. She realized she could hardly protest—she'd just fucked a deli worker without a condom. Still, she didn't like to lose control like this.

She tried to resist him, but he was far too strong. His cock found its target and thrust inside her in one stroke. Once he was inside, she gave up struggling and let him have his way. It helped that she was already slippery with Sam's seed, mixed with her own lubrication. Hank, the blockhead, never noticed he was having sloppy seconds. He pounded away at her for the longest time. Her clit ached to be touched, but her needs didn't matter.

When he came, he bellowed like a bull. El felt his seed fill her womb. Her pussy felt as used as a bowling shoe on league night. He held her tight to milk every drop from his cock, then pulled out. His sperm spilled out of her. Before she could move, he walked up to her face and grabbed it with a meaty paw. “Suck me clean,” he ordered, pushing his semi-hard cock into her mouth. She dutifully cleaned him, hoping it would cause him to leave sooner.

When he was satisfied, he buckled up his pants and headed for the door. “Thanks for a wonderful retirement present, slut,” he waved and disappeared.

El sank down on the couch, one hand cupped over her pussy to contain all the fluids. She decided to ask Jack for more money if people were going to refuse to wear condoms. Dammit, she has some rights, doesn't she? She didn't know the etiquette of being a sex slave for an entire company.

Wearily, she went to the bathroom to clean up, then got dressed. By now, she was tired of her clothes, tired of the way her body smelled, tired of fucking and sucking and being punished. All she wanted to do was go home. She checked the clock in Jack's office. Barely two-thirty. God, these days were long!

CHAPTER 9

Jack came back from his luncheon meeting at quarter to three and immediately called El over. She came in, stripping off her clothes with a resigned sigh, then assumed her position.

"Did Hank come by?"

"Yes, sir. He fucked me, doggy-style. You can add it to my book."

"Good. You fuck anybody else?"

El decided to keep Sam to herself. “No, but I had to give the deli guy another blowjob to pay for lunch—does that count toward my total?"

"No. I admired your initiative the first time, but I didn't authorize a repeat."

El had expected as much.

"Anything else happen while I was gone?"

"Well, there was one thing. It would help me if you would clarify my duties. On the way to lunch, I was accosted by two day-shift workers, who asked that I get into their car and show them my tits and pussy."

Jack sat up. “Did you?"

"Yes, sir. but they wanted more. One of them wanted to touch me, and I was afraid of where that would lead. It would help if you told me what you expect when you say I should be ‘nice’ to workers. I'm happy to give them what they need, but if I let them have me, then my value as a reward for increased productivity will vanish."

Jack nodded. It was a good point. “I think you did the right thing,” he said. “When someone asks to see your body, you should show it. And under controlled circumstances, a little touching may be okay. But when it comes to fucking or sucking, you need to run that by me."

"So in the car like that, you'd prefer they didn't touch me?"

He nodded. “Yeah. If there's going to be touching, I want to have control of that. Otherwise, we know what that'll lead to."

El was satisfied. Now she'd be sure to get credit for every sex act. In that way, she could pay off her debt more quickly and leave Sawyer Metalworking forever.

"Yes, sir."

"Okay, you may go. But be ready at four to go with me to visit that client."

* * * *

After she left, Jack turned on the camera. He never tired of seeing El's pussy spread open for him. He thought it might be a good idea to add a third camera, mounted over the glass door, so he could see her from all three angles. That way, if she ever was ordered to sit at her desk without wearing a top, he could see what passing employees would see. He so enjoyed humiliating her.

He heard a noise and looked back at the screen in time to see Gloria barge into El's office. That bitch is going to be trouble, he decided. She had threatened him earlier with all kinds of workplace violations, the main being sexual harassment. Jack didn't need the events of the past two days broadcast on the local news. He'd have to find a way of placating—or blackmailing—Gloria.

He could tell from their conversation that Gloria was demanding to see Jack once again. In a few seconds, his intercom buzzed. Absently, he flicked over to the other camera in time to see her hand drop down between her legs. Damn! He wanted to catch her in a violation, so he could add to her punishments. But she was being far too cooperative.

"Yes?"

"Sir? Gloria wants to see you."

"Send her in."

Gloria barged in. For a fleeting moment, Jack pictured her stripping off her clothes and coming over to kneel at his side. But, of course, if she did, he wouldn't want to see her naked. She was a sturdy woman. Not fat, just filled out by middle-age. She'd been at the plant nearly as long as Jack had owned it. She did a tremendous job in human resources, so he didn't want to rile her. Yet she clearly seemed riled.

"What the heck is going on around here, Jack? I mean, you've got Ellen acting like a slut, the workers are all distracted by her, and you have no CFO now. I'm afraid you're losing control of this plant."

Jack studied her carefully, picking his words. “I know my methods seem unorthodox and I know you don't understand what El is up to now. But I have to tell you, Gloria, since she started her new job, we have a very strong chance to pick up two million dollars in new business."

That took Gloria by surprise. But she recovered quickly. “What's she doing, fucking the clients?"

"Let's just say she's ‘stimulating new business.’ If just a few of these clients come on board, we're going to have to expand the plant. And that means new workers."

"Well, that's all well and good, but this is going to blow up in your face. You can't force women to be your company bimbo! What are you thinking? And why is she going along with it?"

"That's confidential. I can tell you that this has been done by mutual consent. No one's forcing El to do anything she doesn't want to do."

"Oh, I can't believe that. She was a well-respected CFO. No woman wants to become a man's slave!"

"You'd be surprised. She seems to be enjoying her new role.” Jack paused, thinking carefully about his next statement. “As you know, we have the position of CFO open currently. Know of anyone who's qualified?"

Jack knew full well she did. She'd been hinting, long before Ellen had arrived, to hire her brother-in-law, Andy, who also was a CPA. Jack had found him worthy, but Ellen had slightly better qualifications. Plus, she'd been a lot better looking that Andy.

Gloria was no fool. “Are you suggesting that if I keep my mouth shut about Ellen, you'll hire Andy?"

Jack shrugged. “Andy was a strong candidate before. I would, of course, only hire him on merit, regardless of what you decided to do. However, if you raised a stink over this temporary situation, I think I'd be so distracted by the lawsuits, that I'd be unable to afford a CFO. We might even have to shut down the plant."

That reached her. She stared at him. Then she asked: “Temporary?"

"Yes. I'd say El's only going to be with us for a year or so. Then the plant can return to normal."

Before she could respond, Jack asked her: “Why are you coming to El's aid anyway? Didn't you tell me, when I hired her, that you thought she wouldn't be as competent as Andy?"

Warily, Gloria nodded. “I thought she had some flaws. I didn't know they were so big."

He nodded in agreement. “I'm going to post the position of CFO tomorrow. I hope, whatever you decide to do, you'll keep the best interests of the company in mind."

With that, he dismissed her. She went out the main door, avoiding El's office. It was as if she couldn't bear to see the tart again.

At quarter to four, Jack called El into his office and asked her to bring the other outfit. Once inside, she lay the suit on a chair and stripped yet again. She put on the conservative outfit. Jack could see that she felt more like her old self with the suit on. Jack picked up a folder on his desk and led her out.

They got into his car outside. Without being told, El pulled up her skirt and spread her legs for him. He absently stroked her naked flesh while he drove. She was quite wet to his touch.

"We're going to meet a man named Roger Andrews. He owns a plant that makes metal cabinets for various electronic devices. We have about twenty percent of his business and I think we can do better than that. However, Roger is ... well, let's say he's a contradiction. He spouts Bible verses and he's active in his church, but I know for a fact that he also hides a big secret. When he was a young, he joined the seminary for a time, thinking he wanted to become a minister. But he got caught fooling around with a young student, a teenage girl, and got tossed out. He's walked the straight and narrow ever since, been married for years, but I'll bet he'd love to sneak in some lovin’ as long as he doesn't get caught. But we have to be careful.

"That's where you come in. As far as Roger is concerned, you are unmarried. I want you to find him so attractive you can't stand it. He's not an ugly man, although he's probably about twenty years older than you.” Jack paused. “Now, one thing. I don't want you to pretend you're a deeply religious person because I think that could backfire. I'd rather he thought of you as a fallen angel, a troubled girl who needs to be redeemed."

Ellen blushed but said nothing.

"So flirt with him, but don't be too obvious. I'm going to make an excuse to leave the room, to give him time to talk to you privately. Give him your phone number, if he asks for it. Maybe touch his arm ‘accidently.’ You know the drill."

El nodded. “You really think he might want to pursue me, even though he's married?"

"We'll find out. He may call you on some pretense, either at home or at the office. You are to be flattered and interested."

"And a little bit naughty?"

"You've got it. Ideally, he'll get into this thinking you need some counseling and he'll find out that you'd really like to fuck his brains out. Then we'll see what develops.

"Here,” Jack said, handing her a small cell phone. “This is pre-programmed to my pager number—just press this button here. Keep this in your pocket. The volume's turned all the way down, so Roger won't hear anything. When you get what you need from Roger, you call me and I'll come back in. Okay?"

El nodded.

They arrived within thirty minutes. They were met by Roger's assistant, a matronly secretary named Gladys. She escorted them to his office, a rather colorless cube with windows looking out over the factory.

Roger rose to greet them from behind his plain, functional oak desk. He was a trim fifty, with salt-and-pepper hair combed straight back. He wore slacks and a polo shirt. Jack shook his hand and introduced him to “Ellen, my executive assistant."

Roger smiled and shook her hand.

* * * *

He really is quite handsome, El thought as his held her hand. She could picture him as a kindly minister, with a flock of adoring parishioners. She felt a little spark shoot through her.
This may be an easier assignment than I thought!

Roger indicated they should all sit, then turned his attention to Jack. They were speaking in numbers: model numbers, profits, percentages—El tuned out. Instead, she concentrated on Roger, the way he moved, the words he used.

Once, while Jack was shuffling through some papers he'd brought, Roger glanced over at her, catching her staring at him. He smiled briefly, then turned back to Jack. El worried that maybe he wasn't interested in her.

But a few minutes later, he glanced over again, this time letting his eyes lock onto hers, just for a second. El smiled back. It became a tennis match, serve and volley.

Jack wrapped up his presentation, offering to give them a better overall deal if Roger would let them produce a new line of products for them.