XXX - 136 Office Slave (13 page)

"Can I try id?” Her voice was becoming less slurred now.

"Not quite yet. Just a couple more things."

El looked around in alarm.
Now what?
She had her answer when Claire moved her chair up to El's chest and hit the lever to sink her down several inches. “No!"

"Oh, yes. Jack insisted.” Without pause, Claire began rubbing some salve into her nipples, causing them to come to full attention. Soon they grew numb as well. “This won't take but a second.” She set the piercing tool over the base of the left nipple and squeezed the lever. To El, it felt as if someone pinched her nipple—uncomfortable, but not as painful as she had expected.

Claire expertly threaded in a gold ring. It was about the same size as the one between her legs, but it was of uniform thickness. Claire cleaned up the area and daubed on some salve. She brought over the soldiering iron and made the ring permanent. She scooted the chair to the other size and in another two minutes, El had a matching pair of nipple rings.

"They are very pretty,” she had to admit.

"These are both twenty-four carat gold—the best—so you shouldn't have any trouble with them. We'll give you some of this salve to take home. It'll help prevent infection and speed healing."

They unfastened El and let her sit up. She still felt woozy from the sedative.

"Are you still dizzy?"

"A little. Mostly, I feel ... happy, giddy."

"Good. We don't always use that stuff. Some women just prefer we use a local anesthetic. But Jack thought you'd be more comfortable with it."

How nice of him, she thought bitterly. Now she was marked as a true slut. Which is exactly what Jack wanted. Her jewelry would remind her every day just what her role is. As if she didn't already feel that way.

They helped her up and let her dress. El had to be careful pulling the top on. Her nipples tingled. At the counter, Angie gave her a tube of ointment. Angie went out to fetch Raphael, who helped her into the car. He got into the back seat with her.

"Let me see."

Once again, El found herself stripping. Raphael whistled when he saw the jewelry. “
Madre di dios
! That's a good look for you, chica."

She gave him a thin smile. “Thank you."

"You make me horny again. Make me cum while I play with your new jewelry."

Although she still felt lightheaded, she was afraid to complain. She opened his pants and let his cock spring free. She brought her mouth to it and began to suckle him. She had learned quite a bit in the last two days at how to tease a man's seed from him quickly, so she used all her newfound talents to bring the driver off.

When he came, she held his cock deep in her throat, sucking down his spunk until he softened.

"Oh, mi chica! You getting pretty good at that!” He zipped up and stepped out, then got in behind the wheel. El didn't bother putting her clothes back on. She sat in the center of the seat, legs apart, while Raphael leered at her from the mirror as he drove.

She wasn't sure how she really felt about all this. In retrospect, the piercings were a lot less painful than a whipping would have been. And yet now she was marked. The only thing worse would be if Jack had ordered a tattoo. She hoped it would never come to that. Didn't he promise he'd do nothing permanent? Yeah, she thought, I can have these removed—and I will just as soon as Jack releases me.

Still, they do look pretty, don't they?
She fingered the gold bands.
Twenty-four carat, didn't she say?

When they arrived at the plant, El dressed again. She didn't really want to—she'd shown her body enough around the plant that nearly everyone had seen her. But she was shy about her new jewelry. It shouted ‘slut!’ to her and it no doubt would to everyone else.

It turned out to be a temporary reprieve.

As she walked across the lot, she noticed how the heavier ring tickled her clit. She could feel herself becoming aroused already. She knew she was producing more fluid and her pussy swelled with her hot blood. She couldn't imagine walking around like this all day.

No sooner had she entered the hall than a worker asked her to flash him. Gritting her teeth, she raised her top and the man's eyes nearly popped out of her head.

"Gooll-ly! Woodja look at that! She's got nipple rings now!"

Another man rushed out of a nearby office. “Wow! Those are great! Got any more anyplace?” He wiggled his eyebrows.

El sighed and lifted up her skirt. The men couldn't believe what they were seeing. They jabbered excitedly, calling others over to see her. El felt flushed, dizzy. She leaned against the wall and let them crowd close, touching her, tugging at the rings, feeling her breasts and her wet pussy. She was so aroused that she couldn't stop them. In her mind's eye, she saw herself on her desk, legs spread, while the men came at her, big cocks in hand. She didn't even care about getting credit, she only cared about getting fucked. Her clothes fell to the floor.

CHAPTER 11

Jack rescued her. He came out to see what the commotion was and sent everyone back to work. They obeyed reluctantly. He ordered El into his office.

"Looks like the secret is out,” he said cheerily. “I guess there's no hiding what you are now."

"Yes, sir,” she said, her head down. She knelt naked at his side, her pussy still aflame.
God, would somebody please fuck me!

"Tell me all about it,” he ordered, fondling the rings in her nipples and pussy. She felt no embarrassment, only desire.

El recounted her visit to the salon in rote detail, trying to concentrate while Jack played with her. The rings really did make a difference in how stimulated she felt.

"You're doing really well, El. I mean it. I'm very pleased.” He entered her new totals into the computer.

El paid little attention. Her clit screamed at her to provide some relief and she was sure Jack could smell her sexual heat. She wanted to touch herself, rub her clit. She could come in a second if he would allow it. If possible, she felt even more aroused than on her first day, when Jack had teased her before sending Bob in to fuck her. She'd had her most powerful orgasm then, but she suspected she could have a bigger one now.

He tugged on a nipple ring, nearly sending her over the edge. “Please,” she whispered.

"What was that?"

"Please, master."

"What's wrong? Am I making you horny?"

"Yesss.” The word escaped from her like the air let out of a balloon.

He reached down and flipped up the bottom ring, letting it fall down on her engorged clit. She jumped slightly. Her blood boiled.

"Good. We have a busy day ahead. At ten-fifteen, Bob's returning."

Her heart lept. Bob! Big, long, sexy Bob! She knew he would give her the orgasm she craved. Her face lit up.

"And at eleven-thirty,” he continued, “we're meeting a realtor at your house. You're going to convince him to shave a few percentage points off his commission, so you can pay me more money toward your debt."

She could only nod, trying hard to hold back her orgasm.

"Don't worry about any details, the realtor and I will handle all of that. All you need to do is concentrate on your pussy."

There was no problem with that. She could think of nothing else. Suddenly, he pulled away, leaving her on the edge. Her eyes flew open.

"Bob'll be here any minute. Why don't you greet him at your desk
. Don't
touch your pussy. I don't want you to explode until his cock is firmly seated inside you."

Shaking, she stood up. She looked at her clothes, piled by the door, but she didn't think she could muster up the energy to put them on again.

"Don't bother with those,” Jack called. “He'll be here any minute."

Feeling relief, El went out into her office. She paid no attention to the corridor or the people walking by. They've already seen her naked. She sat on the chair, hearing the squishy sounds of her pussy pressing against the vinyl seat. She wiggled experimentally, thinking maybe if she kept that up, she could come. But that would make Jack mad and she didn't want that.

El sat there, hands folded in front of her while people walked by, stopped and stared. Gloria just glared as she speed-walked past her door. Ralph came in with Duane and they tried to strike up a conversation, but El knew they only wanted a closer look at her body and the new rings.

Just having them look at her increased her sexual tension. She wouldn't have stopped them if they grabbed her, tossed her on the desk and had their way with her.

The intercom crackled to life. “Duane, Ralph, please return to work. We're waiting for a client."

The two men looked around guiltily. “The office is wired,” El explained. Her legs were wide apart under the desk. She nearly put her hand on her pussy when she heard Jack's voice, but remembered not to.

The men left quickly. Word got around because soon the lookie-loos had drifted away. El waited, feeling her pussy leaking onto the chair.

Finally Bob's bulk appeared at the glass door. He looked in and his eyes bulged. He came in quickly, closing the door behind him and tried to shield her from view.

"What's this?"

"We've been expecting you, Mr. Orley,” she said, her pussy tingling anew. “Jack is in his office if you'd like to go right in."

"But-but, what about you? What's all this?"

"Jack had me fitted with some jewelry. He says I look better this way."

"But you're naked, right here in front of everybody!"

"Yes. I got tired of putting on and taking off my clothes all the time."

Bob nodded his head like a puppet. “Um, okay. I'll go in now.” At the door, he turned. “You coming?"

"Yes, sir.” She got up to follow him, but he insisted she go first. She felt his hand on her bottom as she stepped through the door. She liked his touch and wiggled her ass appreciatively for him. She thought she should go kneel by Jack's desk, but Bob's big arm kept her close to him, rubbing her hot skin until she quivered like a tuning fork Her pussy leaked down both thighs and she welcomed it. The odor of her own need lay heavy on the air.

The men greeted each other like old friends and immediately began speaking in double entendres. Bob told Jack he had the contract “just about nailed,” but “something came up at the last minute.” El could see the bulge in his pants.

Jack told him he could use his office to “check those figures,” while he went out for a tour of the plant. Once Jack had gone, Bob wasted no time in grabbing El and pushing her back on the desk. She was an eager participant. He unbuckled his pants and she reached out to feel his hard cock, like a bar of steel.

Bob began playing with her new jewelry and for the first time, El was glad she had it. The tugging and pulling caused her to go mad with sexual desire. She grabbed Bob's cock and pulled it toward her gaping, sloppy wet slit. He jammed it into her in one smooth motion and El's head exploded in such an earth-shattering orgasm that her brain short-circuited momentarily. When she came to, she heard someone screaming, “MY GOD, MY GOD!” and realized it was her.

Bob wasn't nearly done. He began to stroke her with his big cock as only he knew how to do. She had another orgasm, nearly as powerful as the first. When his cock began to erupt a few seconds later, and she felt the powerful throbbing deep within her, El had her third climax. She hugged the big man close to her, tears streaming down her face, her mouth open to gulp lungsful of air.

The sensations eased. Bob pushed up and looked down at her. “You are dee-licious,” he said. “I'll bet they heard that all over the building."

El felt no embarrassment. She didn't care—she had had her long-delayed orgasm, and that was all the mattered. He pulled out. She knew her fluids were spilling all over Jack's desk. She thought she probably ought to clean that up before he returned.

"Tell Jack he's got a deal—as long as you'll be around to ‘service’ the contract."

El didn't want to tell him that her duties were temporary. “I'll tell him.” He started to buckle up his pants. “Bob ... Mr. Orley."

He smiled. “You can call me Bob."

"Bob—that was ... incredible. You know that, don't you."

"Well, it was certainly good for me. You're a pistol, El, a real pistol."

He left, waving at her as he went out the door. El rolled over and got up. Her muscles ached—she must've pulled something during that first 8.0 orgasm. As soon as she stood up, she felt the fluids gush out of her slit. Chagrined, she squeezed her legs together and waddled to the bathroom.

She realized it had never occurred to her to ask Bob to use a condom. She had been far too horny for that. She doubted it mattered—Bob seemed healthy. But she'd have to be more careful.

She sat on the toilet and let the excess fluids leak out. Without thinking, she reached down and let some drip onto her fingers, then brought them to her lips to taste the salty mixture. El used a washcloth to clean up, being careful around the rings. She should put some salve on the wounds, she decided. Her tube of ointment was still on her desk.

She came out and saw that Jack had not yet returned. El used the damp cloth to clean up the mess they'd left on his desk. She went to her office, still naked, and sat directly on the wet stain she'd left before. Somehow, she didn't feel right cleaning it up first—not unless Jack said it was okay. The seat was cooling to her hot pussy.

She reached for her ointment. As she was dabbing it on, she caught sight of several people drifting by outside, stopping to peer in at her again. This can't be helping productivity, she mused.

She waited patiently, unconcerned about her nudity, until the intercom buzzed. She touched herself and answered it. “Yes, master?"

"It's almost time to go. Come in."

"Yes, sir."

She rose and went to the door. It pleased her that she didn't have to stop and strip off her clothes again. She knelt. “How may I be of service, master?"

"Tell me all about it."

El couldn't stop smiling as she described her orgasms, Bob's pleasure, and the contract she'd helped land. All the while, Jack fingered her jewelry, causing the heat to rise in her yet again. She thought he might fuck her before they left, but he didn't. He seemed to want her on edge.