XXX - 136 Office Slave (15 page)

CHAPTER 13

Life became a blur to El over the next few weeks. She no longer had to think about anything—every decision was made for her: Spread your legs, sign these papers for your house, suck this man's cock, show me your tits, let me play with your rings. Throughout, her mind was distracted by the constant stimulation of her clit.

She abandoned her clothes for the most part. They proved to be in the way. El kept a short, silk robe in her office that she used whenever Jack had a new customer visiting. He didn't want to shock them right off the bat. He needn't have worried, however, for customers began coming to Sawyer Metalworking
because
of El, not just because Jack's plant produced quality equipment.

Jack moved her into his house, but she didn't sleep with him and she rarely fucked him there. He preferred to use her at the office. She stayed in a small bedroom on the ground floor, near the kitchen. Probably at one time it had been the maid's quarters. She had her own bathroom and her own entrance, the back door off the kitchen that Jack insisted she use at all times.

She entertained her “guests” that way as well. Bob, the realtor, came by nearly every day, as promised. Most of the time, he scheduled himself at seven-fifteen for a quick fuck before work. He'd knock on the back door and El would let him in, naked, and reach down to feel his hard cock. They'd fuck in her bed, or, if it was warm enough, he'd take her in the backyard, as they both enjoyed outdoor sex.

Bob continued to ejaculate quickly, giving El plenty of time to shower and get ready for work. He brought his own condoms, but El had gotten fucked so many times without them that she no longer thought about protection, although she continued to take her birth control pills.

When it was time to go to work, she'd exit the back door and wait by the garage until Jack came out. If it was cold, she'd stand inside the back door until he honked. Then she'd get in and spread her legs and let Jack fondle her on the way to work.

To avoid being arrested for having a nude woman with him, Jack had the side windows tinted. Now, only oncoming drivers might catch a fleeting glimpse of her breasts. Few probably believed what they saw.

At the plant, there always seemed to be a crowd waiting for his car. Jack would jump out and walk ahead of El, and the crowd would follow along with her, watching her breasts bounce with each step. For El, these little trips only accentuated the quivering buzz in her clit caused by the heavy gold ring.

The crowd knew better than to bother her too much, as Jack was quite strict about wasting time staring at El when they could be working. He'd had to lower the boom on Ralph, threatening to fire him if he kept coming into El's office to fondle her. After word got out, workers realized that she was there to be seen and to entertain the top performers, but she wasn't a toy for general amusement. Still, the novelty of her nudity never quite wore off.

Jack sent her back to the salon to get another bikini wax, so her cunt was smooth and shiny at all times. He also had one more piece of jewelry installed: A gold pin in her navel that spelled out “slut” in small letters. She now wore false eyelashes along with her heavy makeup. Jack also ordered that her hair be cut short into a cute pageboy. When she looked in a mirror, she seemed like a completely different person.

As the weeks passed, El tried to keep up with the rate of her debt reduction, but the numbers that used to make sense to her no longer did. She couldn't believe she was getting dumber and chalked it up to the increased blood flow to her sex organs. There's something about being in a constant state of arousal that pushed all other thoughts out of her head.

As a further incentive to the workers, Jack told her to walk around the plant floor naked every day at ten-thirty and four-thirty, so both shifts could see her. They'd line up, clapping and cheering as she walked around. Although no touching was allowed, the bouncing of her rings kept her on edge. By the time she returned from her walks, she couldn't wait for someone to fuck her. Fortunately, it seemed Jack usually had someone waiting for her.

The day shift won their contest with the night shift, much to Tom's dismay. Scotty walked around with a big grin on his face long before he accepted his award. Since he had gone first with El, he graciously let all the others go ahead of him. This time, El remembered to ask the men to use condoms. After all, there were eleven of them in a row. Jack didn't want to tie up his office, so the men brought a small bed into the tool shop and set her up there, behind closed doors. It took most of the day to satisfy everyone.

When it came Darlene's turn, El told her she'd be happy to service her, but she might need a little direction. Darlene laughed and responded: “Just do to me what you like done to you.” El didn't quite get it until Darlene pulled out a strap-on dildo that she'd brought from home.

"But then, why don't you like men?” El had asked, truly curious.

"Oh, I like men just fine, it's just that they don't like me much,” the heavy-set woman had replied. “So I find lesbians are just as good or even better."

El understood. When Darlene took off her clothes, El made a point of telling her how nice her pussy looked. The woman kept her hair neatly trimmed, so El wouldn't have a mouthful to dodge. She dove in, using the techniques she had encouraged the men in her life to use and soon brought Darlene to a delightful orgasm. Then she strapped on the dildo and pounded her from behind. Darlene bucked like a horse and El was exhausted when the woman finally came again.

CHAPTER 14

El sat in her office, naked as usual, and waited for someone to tell her what to do. People passing by in the corridor hardly gave a glance at the slender slut now. She kept her legs spread under the desk and hoped Jack would call her in soon.

After installing a third camera, mounted over the glass door, pointed down at El, Jack had kindly sent the closed circuit pictures of her to the lunch room monitor, so workers could see slutty El at any time. She didn't mind, as it kept people from fondling her too much in the hallways.

It was hard for her to remember her life as a CFO. She'd been so busy these past few months that those old memories had been pushed out of her mind. She didn't mind being told what to do—it simplified her life.

The intercom buzzed. She answered it immediately, knowing at the same time that anyone in the lunchroom could see her fingers rubbing her pussy. The idea thrilled her.

"Yes, master?"

"Come in, El."

She rose at once and came into his office. Jack was alone. She padded over to his desk and kneeled down. “How may I—"

"El,” he interrupted, “you've done it."

El was confused. “Done what, sir?” For a minute she thought she was in trouble, although it had been months since Jack had spanked her.

Jack turned the monitor toward her. She tried to make sense of the numbers. “You've paid off all your debt—Two hundred, seventy thousand dollars. Principal, plus interest. What do you think about that?"

El was confused. “I'm paid up? That's good, huh?” She tried to remember why she had owed that much money. Oh, yes, she had stolen it from the company a long time ago.

"Yes, it means, if you'd like, you can leave us now. Go be a CFO at another company. I'll give you a good recommendation."

She shook her head, trying to clear it. Did he want her to leave? Did she want her former life back? It seemed so remote. She liked her life here. She didn't have to think about anything and she got to have so many tremendous orgasms she couldn't imagine putting an end to them.

"Do I have to, master?"

He took her by her arms and drew her to him. “Of course not, El. It's just that I promised you I'd keep accurate records and I have. You've now paid for all the money you stole—and you've helped bring in new business. We're expanding the plant because of your hard work."

El couldn't understand why Jack didn't just tell her what to do. “What should I do, master?"

Jack sighed and eased her down to her knees. “I'm not sure I can make this decision for you. Do what's in your heart. You could go and get a fresh start, far away from here. But I can tell you, that if you stay, I think we can triple our net income."

El nodded as if she understood, but the numbers meant little to her. She had come to think of the factory workers as family. She enjoyed their attention, their friendliness, their constant strokings to keep her stimulated. She needed her stimulation now. The idea that she'd have to leave it all behind was impossible to imagine.

She hugged Jack's legs. “Please don't make me go, master."

Jack took her into his arms and let her sit on his lap. She felt safe again. “You don't have to go, slut. You can stay here with us forever. Look,” he said, pointing to her smooth mound right above her clit ring, “if you'd like, I could have the company logo tattooed right here, showing that you'll always be part of our team.” He raised his fingers to the navel pin. “And I think these letters are too small. How would you like a larger pin?"

She looked up at him, her eyes shining. “Oh, yes, master!” She hugged him around his neck.

"There's more, El. As part of the expansion, I'm thinking about building you an apartment, so you can be here all the time. Would you like that?"

"Oh, yes, master!” Then a thought flashed across her overly stimulated brain. “But I also like staying at your house. I like it when you call me up to fuck me. Would you still fuck me if I lived here?"

"Oh, yes, my pet. In fact, everyone would fuck you, all the time. You'd have more friends than ever!"

"Bob too?” She meant big Bob, not the scrawny, quick-draw realtor who had been banished as soon as his time had run out.

"Oh, yes. Bob and Roger and John and all the rest. All our clients. They will come by day and night to keep you happy."

"Oh, master, that'd be great!” El's fears evaporated. “When can I start?"

"Start? Why, you've started already. In fact, I'm naming you Employee of the Month again! Now, get up on that desk!"

El clapped her hands and got into position.

EPILOGUE

Andy Grogan sat across from Jack, holding the latest quarterly figures. “I can't believe that you've pulled it off, Jack. When my sister-in-law filled me in on your company, I thought I might be asking for trouble to accept the job. But you've made a believer out of me."

Jack smiled at his CFO. He'd been worried that Andy might turn out to be a prude like Gloria, but hiring him had been a stroke of genius. He had embraced Jack's exploitation of El, as long as it meant bigger profits.

"Thanks, Andy. You should know that I tried to let her go a few months ago. After all, at the time she'd brought in seven million dollars in new business. She's paid off her debt and then some. But she wouldn't go and she doesn't seem concerned about money. Isn't that funny?"

"I don't know how you did it, but I'd say, keep it up. By my calculations, Sawyer Metalworking is on track to net two-point-four million in profits this year."

"That's great, Andy. Before El, we'd have been lucky to net seven-hundred-thousand. This really puts Sawyer on the map."

Andy sat up and looked around, as if someone was listening. “Uh, Jack, do you think you could slip me in for a quickie? You know how it is, being married to Gloria's sister.” He grimaced.

Jack turned to his computer. “No problem, amigo. Let me see what she's up to. Well, she's got her old friend Bob at ten, then Peter, followed by Scotty—he hit another production mark—Ernest, Richard, George, Mike and Linda. Hmm. I could fit you in at five, if you're willing to take sloppy ninths.Maybe you'd prefer first thing in the morning, before she's all stretched out? Say nine?"

"Sounds great. If my wife calls, you'll make up some excuse for me?"

Jack waved his hand. “No problem. Anything to keep the engine of commerce rolling, right?"

They both laughed.

* * * *

El stood by the front window of her apartment, looking out into the courtyard of the plant, while flipping her new, heavier gold ring up and down against her clit. It helped her pass the time until her next appointment. She needed the stimulation constantly now, like a smoker hooked on nicotine. Her clit stuck out all the time, demanding more of her attention yet Jack still forbade her to come on her own. But he didn't mind the ring flipping. He seemed to enjoy watching her play with her jewelry. The new ring was not only thicker and heavier, it had a small circle set at the bottom, into which Jack could put in a jewel, or a weight. It made a nice little thump on her engorged clit, sending shivers through her but never quite causing her to come.

She let her thumb rest against the tattoo on her mound, a sign of her devotion and attachment to her Sawyer family. They all had gathered around on the factory floor when the artist applied the bright logo. They applauded every line and color. They truly loved her.

She spotted Scotty walking by and waved to him. He waved back and flashed her a big grin. For a moment, she wondered if he would be coming in next. But he passed by and El settled down to wait some more. She didn't like these times, in between.

With her right hand busy, she brought her left hand up to finger the letters on the navel pin. She could spell out the word “SLUT” in one-half-inch letters, bringing a smile to her face. The name was interchangeable from El now. Her hand continued up her torso to the fine gold chain that now loosely connected her nipple rings. She tugged on the chain, feeling the resonance in both nipples. She giggled. The feeling echoed the one emanating from her clit. Jack had given her the chain on her one-year anniversary. Has she only been here a year? No, wait, she had another job before, what was it? She remembered a big office, lots of numbers. She shook her head.

She'd rather remember today. Already she'd had many nice people drop by to tell her how good she looked and how happy they were to see her. The men always had hard cocks for her to suck or fuck. She loved the taste of their seed. Even the women were very nice to her, although she often wished they'd use the strap-on on her once in a while. She took great delight in hearing them cry out when she pleasured them with her mouth. It made her feel as if she had done a good job. She had to thank Darlene for that. The kindly worker took El under her wing and taught her how to treat a woman.