XXX - 136 Office Slave (6 page)

"Yes,” she said, making sure her fingers rubbed her clit.

"You forgot to close the door."

She turned, chagrined, to see he was right. She looked up at the glass door, and saw two people walk by talking to each other. They paid her no mind.

"All right, sir. I'll close it."

"See that you do—oh, and slut?"

"Yes, sir?"

"Keep one hand on your pussy while you do."

She made an inarticulate sound and hung up. She stared at the hallway outside, trying to decide how best to time this. After watching the door and seeing no one, she jumped up, her right hand cupping her mound, and ran to the office door. She closed it with a nervous slam, then jumped back into her chair.

The intercom rang again. Her heart sank.

"Y-yes, sir?"

"There's no need to slam the door. Do it again, only this time, close it softly."

"Ye-yes, sir.” She gritted her teeth. Her lunch was forgotten on her desktop. Her stomach churned. She watched the glass door until another person walked by, then got up quickly, one hand covering her privates. She opened the door to Jack's office and quietly closed it again, then turned and headed back for the chair.

She glanced up to see Scotty, the day shift foreman, standing there, open-mouthed. El wanted to die from embarrassment. She slouched down and rapidly duck-walked to her chair, trying to hide as much of her lower half as she could. She wanted to wave him away, but he came in before she could move.

"Ellen, is that you?"

"Um, yes, Scotty.” Her face was beet red.

"What are you doing here? I heard you changed jobs, but why? And what's with...” He waved at her face and outfit.

"Oh, I just decided I needed a change.” It was a lame excuse and Scotty wouldn't be fooled by it for a minute.

"You, um, you don't seem to be wearing any, er, pants."

She cradled her head in one hand, and stared at the blotter. The other remained in her lap, as ordered, lightly stroking her pussy, though it was driving her crazy. She just knew Jack was watching her. “No, Scotty, I'm not."

"But, why?"

Before she could answer, the office door opened and Jack walked through. “Scotty!” he said with false cheer. “Just the man I've been wanting to see. Come in!"

Scotty walked by the desk, his face a mask of confusion. As he passed by, she knew he could see the naked roundness of her hip, the way her hand disappeared under the desk.

Jack turned to El. “Carry on,” he said. They both disappeared into the office. She pushed her right hand farther into her wet pussy and let her tears of shame flow.

CHAPTER 4

Jack brought Scotty into his office and guided him to a chair. He sat down across from him.

"What the hell is going on around here? I've never seen Sanchez acting so weird. And why isn't she in her office? What's with that outfit?” The questions spilled out of him.

"It's a long story, one that I can't tell you because of a confidentiality agreement. But I can tell you that Ellen, whom I'm now calling ‘El', has agreed to help us incentivize the plant."

Scotty's expression made it clear that Jack's explanation meant nothing to him. “Incentivize? What are you talking about?"

Jack gave careful thought to what he was about to say. He knew Scotty had been divorced for ten years and didn't have a girlfriend at the moment. Not surprising because he was rather set in his ways. He liked to smoke cigars, so his clothes reeked all the time. He shaved only about every third day. He seemed to enjoy his new-found bachelor life. But Jack suspected he might be interested in some free pussy. His team might like it as well.

"As you know, we've been pitting the day shift against the night shift for years, trying to get you guys to outdo each other, with limited success. I guess it's hard to get up the energy to outdo Tom's team when all that's at stake are sets of steak knives or frozen turkeys. So I've come up with a plan to really make for an interesting contest."

Scotty seemed puzzled. “Yeah?"

"Yes, and that's where El comes in. She's agreed to be the prize for which team has the best productivity at the end of the quarter. That's just six weeks away."

Scotty shook his head. “Prize? What do you mean, prize?"

Jack leaned forward. “Perhaps you'd like to see for yourself.” He reached over the desk and hit the intercom. “El?"

The strained voice came back. “Yes, sir?"

"Could you come in for a minute?"

There was a momentary silence. Then: “You mean, right now?” The voice almost sounded panicked. Scotty just stared at Jack.

"Yes, right now."

"Y-yes, sir.” The intercom clicked off.

Scotty turned toward the door, watching with rapt attention. In a few seconds, the door cracked open and El came in, one hand attached to her privates. She stopped just inside the door, unsure what to do.

Jack said nothing, he just stared at her. Finally, she whimpered deep in her throat, closed the door behind her, and pulled her top off over her head. Now naked, she approached the two men, shoulders slumped. She knelt in front of Jack and asked: “How may I serve you, master?” Her face was scarlet.

Scotty's eyes bulged out. “Ellen? What's going on? Will somebody tell me what's going on?"

"Like I said, these are positive changes that have been arrived at by mutual consent. El here has agreed to help out the company in any way she can and this is one of the ways."

He turned to Jack. “But she's ... she's naked!"

"Yes, that's part of the incentive program. Wouldn't your team like to share in her delights? All you have to do is beat Tom's team."

"But she's married!"

"Yes that's true. That's not going to be a problem, is it, El?"

El shook her head, her face down, her hair partially covering her features. Jack stood up. “Now, I'm going to leave you two alone for a while, Scotty. She wants to show you just what is at stake. And she'll do the same for Tom, so both of you will have a clear understanding of the contest."

He walked to the door and left, closing it softly behind him.

* * * *

El's embarrassment burned like a brand on her skin. At the same time, her body betrayed her by producing more fluid along her slit. She could feel her labia engorge, her heat rise. She waited until the door closed, then she lifted her head and looked at Scotty.

"I-I know this is a shock, Scotty."

He stared at her body, his eyes roaming up and down until she felt she'd already been violated, and yet, she felt her desire grow.

"Come on, Ellen. You can tell me. What the hell is going on? This isn't like you! What's Jack done to you?"

"N-nothing. I mean, I really can't explain. It's a secret. But he's right in that I've got a new job now and it's to help this company really grow.”
What have I gotten myself into?

She put her hand on Scotty's arm. “You know, you can, um, do what you want with me. That's why I'm here now."

Scotty looked around suspiciously. “Is there a camera here? Am I being set up?"

"No, nothing like that.” For a moment, El hoped the camera in the vent had been turned off. “It's just as I've said. I'm yours if you want. All I ask is that you wear a condom."

"You really want me to ... you know..."

She looked up at him. “Only if you want to."

He reached down and tentatively touched her breast. “I don't know what's going on here. I think you both have lost your minds. But if this is on the level, I'm not going to pass it up.” He leaned down to kiss her on the cheek. El could smell cigar smoke and bad breath, but she didn't say anything.

"There're condoms in the center desk drawer,” she said. “You want me on the desk or the couch?"

"Jack's desk? Nah, that'd be too creepy. Let's use the couch.” El went over and lay down on her back, allowing her legs to splay apart. Scotty found the condoms and held one up to show her as he walked over. He unbuckled his pants, his eyes never leaving her bare cunt.

"You can kiss it, if you want,” she said, watching him.

He ducked his head sheepishly. “Ahh, no, I'd better not. I wouldn't know what I was doing."

"You never did that with your wife, back when you were married?"

"Naah. She thought sex was, you know, dirty."

No wonder they got divorced, El thought to herself. “Well, it's not. If you want to try it, I'd help you.” She decided not to tell him their boss had recently come inside her.

"Really?” He looked like a schoolboy, told he could kiss a girl at the dance.

"Sure. There's nothing to it. Just lick it, right in the folds of skin."

He paused, his face a foot away from her smooth pussy. “I'd never imagine that our CFO would be encouraging me to do all this,” he said, half to himself.

"Ex-CFO. I know it's a hard adjustment. After all, it's my first day in my new job, too. It'll take some getting used to."

Scotty stretched his tongue out and flicked at her slit. El shivered. Being naked, exposed, and used by men she hardly had spoken to in the hallways really affected her in ways she'd never imagined. He licked her again and she felt her cunt respond, opening up to him.

She closed her eyes and let the sensations take her. Scotty kept licking, sometimes with the flat of his tongue and sometimes just with the tip. Her clit, she could tell, had poked out and was begging for some attention.

"Lick the top,” she breathed. “Come from underneath or it'll be too tender."

She felt Scotty follow her instructions and it was delightful. She began to breathe shallowly. She could sense an orgasm approaching. El wondered if Scotty would be patient enough to let her have one.

He didn't seem to be in a hurry. He kept licking and teasing her until she knew it was close. She'd never felt so sexually alive before. He licked her again, flicking her clit and she came in a sudden rush, grabbing his head and holding it close.

"Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!” She didn't care who heard.

When she finally eased down from her climax, she realized she was still holding Scotty's face close against her sopping wet pussy. She released him and he let out a breath.

"Whew! I thought I was about to be suffocated!” he joked. She looked down to see his face smeared with her juices. Then she looked further down and spotted his hard cock thrusting out from between his shirttails.

"Looks like you've got a problem that I can solve,” she cooed. She opened her arms to him. He crawled up on her, his cock just inches away from her wetness. “Condom,” she reminded him. He nodded and slipped it on.

Now she could relax. She felt his thin cock slide into her. He tried to kiss her, but she just turned her head aside. He seemed to get the message. He pounded away energetically for a few minutes, then came in a rush. El could feel his cock twitch inside her. She didn't have a second orgasm, but that was all right, as long as Scotty was happy.

She whispered in his ear after his breathing slowed: “Now do you understand what's at stake if your team beats Tom's?” She could feel him nod. He climbed off her. He pulled his pants up and gave her a mock salute, then left by the door to her office. Jack came in a moment later.

He saw her sprawled out on the couch, naked and sweaty, still flush from her orgasm. “I take it things went well,” he said dryly.

"Yes, sir. Scotty seemed ‘incentivized,’ I'd say."

"Good. Tom's shift starts at four, so I'll have him stop by then. You might as well get cleaned up and report back to your desk."

For the second time that day, she found herself cleaning up in Jack's bathroom. When she emerged, Jack was sitting at his desk, working on some papers. He ignored her until she began putting on her clothes by the door. She had just pulled up her skirt when Jack caught her eye.

"Remember what I told you?"

She blushed. “Sorry, sir.” She let the skirt drop then went through the door—closing it softly behind her!—and found her seat. Her embarrassment wasn't as acute now; she hardly glanced at the glass door to see if anyone was passing. Perhaps she was getting used to it.

El scooted the chair close and wiggled her ass on the cool leather seat. She spread her legs and imagined Jack was looking at her “desk cam” at right now. Her hand drifted to her pussy and she stroked herself softly. She wondered if Bill would ask her how her day had gone and what she'd tell him.

"Oh, it was great, hon, I got fucked by a client, my boss and two shop foremen! And I blew the delivery boy! How was your day?"

Gloria stopped by about a half-hour later. She had more questions about El's new job. She was such a nosy bitch! El tried to keep as much of the desk between them as possible, but it was hopeless. When Gloria caught sight of El's nakedness from the waist down, and her hand disappearing under the desk, she gasped.

"You're naked, you slut! How dare you! Does Jack know about this?"

El's heart began to pound. “Yes, he does."

"But, why?"

"I just decided I wanted to be Ja—Mr. Sawyer's secretary, that's all. And what I wear is between me and him."

Gloria wouldn't give up. “You can't dress like that here!"

"He ... said it was all right."

Gloria turned and marched into Jack's office. El wondered if she was supposed to be the gatekeeper and check with her boss before admitting anyone. But Jack hadn't told her to, so she let Gloria barge in. She tried to hear their voices, but it was hard to make out through the closed door. She could only hear Gloria's insistent voice and Jack's calm responses.

In a few minutes, it grew quiet. Her intercom buzzed. Sighing, El wondered if she would be forced to make Gloria come as well. She'd never eaten out a woman before. Would Gloria be the first? She stood and went to the door, one hand on her cunt, as required. She opened it and stepped through. She was surprised to find Gloria had already left by the main door. She stripped off her top and came to Jack's desk, then kneeled.

"Was Gloria angry, sir?"

He glanced over to her. “Is that the way you're supposed to announce your arrival?"

"No, I'm sorry, sir. How may I be of service, Master?"

Jack looked up from his work. “To answer your question, yes, Gloria is upset. She doesn't seem to be interested in my explanations. She could prove troublesome.